Silveryia's Final Choice
Phew, that was one hell of a long flashback. Anyway, snapping out of it, I turned my eyes back to our brave female knight, who hadn't shown up in front of me for the first time in years.
"Wh-what the hell are you?!"
She was still hanging upside down from the tree, breathing raggedly as she glared at me. I circled her slowly, teasing.
"Remember what I said a few years ago?"
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"I whispered it right in your ear while you were panting and moaning all by yourself. That I'd be waiting in that cave."
"Sure, but you weren't there. Were you that scared of me coming to take your life?"
"...Get down from that tree first and then talk. Blood's rushing to your face— you look ridiculous."
"Ugh!"
Maybe even she found it embarrassing to be dangling like that. Sylvia swung her sword and sliced through the knot binding her ankle.
Thud—she hit the ground.
"You fell in full armor and you're not hurting?"
"Y-you think a drop like this would faze me?!"
"Really?"
That was weird. She was wearing thick armor, and it wasn't that high up, but the impact sound was way too soft. A strange sense of dissonance hit me. That thud didn't sound like armor slamming into the dirt.
"A-anyway, that doesn't change the fact that you ran away from me!"
"No, it wasn't running... Sigh... I've got my reasons."
Honestly, she's no idiot—she had to know. I even told that subordinate of hers, Gandor or whatever, back then.
"...Anyway, yeah. So you came to take my head?"
"Y-yes!"
Sylvia answered defiantly to my words. But I could see the tip of her sword trembling as she pointed it at me.
"I-I trained for years to kill you. Every night, I'd shove down the aches plaguing my body, mapping out every one of my erogenous zones and quickly suppressing them. Hiding from the eyes of my household, I'd secretly finger my constantly dripping pussy at all hours. And just in case I ran into you again like today, to counter that lecherous gaze that always made my body go into heat, I disguised myself and danced at strip clubs. Not just for you, but for any future scum like you—filthy, depraved bastards."
"You went that far?"
It sounded like she'd trained to counter my so-called "ero attacks." Even preparing thoroughly against the shame tactics I used when I was conditioning her as a woman.
Or so she claimed on the surface. But from my omniscient orc perspective, here's the truth about her so-called "efforts."
"You were developing your body while waiting for your master to return."
"Wh-what?! Y-you bastard! Did you even listen to me?!"
"Of course, very closely."
While I was gone, she'd turned her whole body into an erogenous zone, masturbated while deceiving others' eyes, and even conditioned herself by shamelessly exposing her naked body to strangers without issue. Right?
"Yeah, you probably whispered to yourself for years: 'I can beat the orc. I'll kill the orc.'"
Thinking back now, there were so many weird things about Sylvia. For starters, no matter how lewd she got, I'm still an orc. When an orc boldly conditions you, any human would hate it, resist every step, be uncooperative—that's normal. But what did she do? A little poke and she'd collapse on her own, clinging to me.
Hell, I was always scolding her: "Use formal speech! Call me Master!" But the only times she ever called me "Master" formally were when I forced her or when she was lost in overwhelming pleasure.
Her subordinate's life was on the line. Sure, we had a deal, but I held all the power—if I changed my mind, that guy's life was worth less than a fly's. She should've obeyed me unquestioningly.
But Sylvia? She defied me to the end. When I punished her disobedience with harsher conditioning sessions, she'd occasionally whimper "Master," but the next day she'd be right back to her sassy informal chatter. "Come on, do it more! Torment me harder!" It almost looked like she was the one seducing me first, like some criminal mindset of "She started it!"
Side note: Yeah, I guess you could call me a criminal from the start.
But...
"Ah... C-cock...♥"
Even with me right in front of her, she was shoving her face into my crotch. Does this look like an assassin come to kill me?
"N-no! I came to kill you! To break free from this damn Lewd Curse!"
Sure, sure.
"Then why'd you come wearing that illusion-enchanted accessory?"
"?!"
"Hey, I said it earlier. Is that really armor you're wearing?"
When she fell, there was no clank of metal hitting ground. And every time I looked at her "armor," that weird dissonance hit me. I wouldn't have noticed before, but having seen it once, it was obvious now.
"Our noble female knight, come to slay her lifelong sworn enemy and end her curse..."
Whoosh—!
"S-stop, ahhn~♥ N-no pulling on my nipples like thaaat!"
"...wearing piercings enchanted with illusion magic in front of her nemesis?"
I reached out with my left hand toward Sylvia's "armor" without hesitation. Instead of the hard feel of enchanted plate, my palm sank into the soft, pudding-like mountain of her breast—and the piercing dangling from her nipple.
"I-it's exposed! You've seen it! Th-that I'm a slutty woman with nipple piercings!"
With her scream, the illusion magic cloaking her body fizzled out like a powered-down machine.
I blinked, and there she was: naked except for her sword, kneeling before me, writhing in pleasure as I tugged her nipple.
"My strategy to catch the orc off guard—it's ruined!"
"Heh, don't make me laugh, you slutty bitch. Like this..."
Jingle~
"H-heeek?!"
"...with such a pretty piercing even on your clit?"
She'd even remembered my offhand promise from before—to give her a red-gem piercing. Hidden shyly in her most private folds, a small ruby bobbed with her squirms.
Fine, nipples I get, but coming to face me with flashy, pretty piercings on her clit too? This pitiful knight was getting toyed with by my fingers when suddenly—
"Whoa."
She swung her sword at me.
If I hadn't sensed the killing intent in her eyes at that instant, I'd have been split like an axed oak tree, collapsing with a pathetic squeal.
"I am! I ammm!! The noble!! Sword of Isis!! Daughter of Veronica Isis!! Sylvia Isis!! I won't... I won't lose to you!!"
This was probably her last act of defiance. She knew it too. From the state she'd come in, if she didn't settle it now, her future was sealed. This was our final showdown.
I ignored the thorns in my ass and flopped down flat on my back. As Sylvia, adorned in her gaudy accessories, reared back for the killing blow—
"With this, guh—h-heek?!"
I thrust my cock straight up.
"Wh-why... gulp... why's it so hard...!"
"The terms of our bet were like this."
Either she submits and offers her virginity willingly, or she overcomes every trial and takes my life.
"This is your final trial, Sylvia Isis."
Would she remain the orc's cute bitch sow, or reclaim her glory as the heroic knight Sylvia Isis who roamed the battlefields?
—Which will you choose?—
Had she not expected this? Her sword hovered reverse-grip, poised to smash down on my head, frozen right before my nose.
Panicking at my unflinching stare?
"Y-you... aren't you afraid of death?"
"Lying if I said no. Honestly, if I die, orcs go fully extinct."
Like watching the weather report. My situation was the same—if I die, that's it. Orcs would just be some tragic fairy tale ending: "And they all burned miserably in hellfire."
What makes me so special in this vast world that they'd cling so desperately? Bluntly, with no home to return to, no one special waiting, death just means the end of this long boredom for me.
But if I don't die today? Maybe I'd have found some meaning in life.
Until then, I just wondered if the afterlife was like that grim reaper orgy-fest to hell from some myth.
Seeing my calm despite admitting fear, Sylvia kicked at my body and yelled.
"Run! Run away! Scream pathetically! Beg not to die by my sword!"
"I told you from the start—this isn't some fairy tale of a vile orc and noble knight you hear everywhere. It's adults' secret wager, lives on the line. I risked mine, you risked yours. And now you wanna whine and flee?"
If anything, I'd been waiting for this moment. When Sylvia would come and decide everything.
"What's the holdup, brave knight? I've made my choice. Your turn."
"I... I... I..."
This wasn't some shell game or picking left or right on the road. Her whole life—remain human, or abandon humanity.
The pink Lewd Curse on her lower abdomen blinked relentlessly, speaking for her. As its pulses quickened, so did the shake in her sword.
I savored the sight of her quivering blade-tip and the swaying red ruby piercing, waiting silently for her decision. Then, the sword hovering perilously at my nose tip slowly rose.
As Sylvia exposed her porcelain armpit, inching closer to my death. Raising the blade to her full height, she screamed.
"I am! I ammmmmm!!"
Thud! She collapsed, the sword plunging down—blood flowed.
"Ah, aaaaah...♥"
Unlike the blade that narrowly missed my head, my upright "sword" pierced Sylvia clean through.
She engulfed my cock to the hilt, staggering from the sword that had taken her lifelong virginity—her first and last. But true to her knightly spirit, with arms too weak, she clenched her pussy tight, gripping the "blade" inside her.
"This is... my sword... The supreme blade I'll serve for life, in this world..."
Sylvia arched her back like a bow, arms outstretched to my legs to steady her crumbling body.
It was all in plain view. Sylvia straddling me, legs spread wide. Her nipple piercings shaking as she trembled. Her hand caressing where her womb lay. Confirming her shattered purity, climaxing. Licking her lips as she touched the orc outline bulging on her belly.
Flash—! The pink Lewd Curse on her lower abdomen shattered like glass, replaced by a black, womb-shaped tattoo marking her fall to the orc. It wouldn't fade even in death now.
The noble knight shuddered in agony from the deflowering pain, virgin blood trickling down my cock to the hilt.
"Heh heh..."
Sylvia rose. Lewd juice mixed with blood dripped from her pussy onto my cock, but she approached with cat-like seductiveness.
As she climbed over me, she placed the sword by my crotch—right by my groin. Pressing her face to mine, she kissed me. Smack. Again, smack—this time over my heart. Then on all fours, she crawled to my lower body, kissed the top of my foot, stood, knelt between my legs.
Hands demurely clasped like a maid awaiting her lord, Sylvia bowed her head. Exposing her tits and pussy to the world without a shred of shame, she lifted her face and parted her cherry lips.
"Your sow pledges eternal loyalty to her Master."
And smack—once a noble knight, now just a female beast, she kissed my cock—stained with her offered virgin blood—and swore absolute obedience.
Over what was once her glory and pride as a knight, pure virgin blood and juices trickled down the blade.