Veronica's Rude Awakening
It was time to step outside the underground prison. Tap, tap... "Ugh... umm..." Perhaps because this facility was near the underground waterway, the sound of water droplets falling from the ceiling accompanied a small groan from Veronica's lips—the same Veronica who had passed out after taking a punch to her bloated belly. Her red eyes slowly fluttered open.
"Wh-where... is this...?"
"Krkrkr, back with us?"
Quoting the famous lines of K-Captain Buggy and Downner-sensei, I checked on Veronica's condition. She lifted her head, staring at me with a dazed look, then seemed to recall where she was and her current state. Her head dipped for a moment before her eyes flashed wide, glaring daggers at me.
"Y-you bastard...!"
Veronica fixed her murderous gaze on my handsome(?) face. Normally, I'd have bolted like before, whimpering oh god, scary!, but... heh heh. Clink!
"Wh-what is this...!"
"You think I'd let a rabid beast like you roam free without any precautions?"
Mimicking the lines of some cosmic supervillain who'd be torn apart by the Queen of the Legion without a second thought, I teased Veronica, who was shackled to the iron restraints embedded in the wall. She rattled furiously, as if ready to rip the chains out and lunge at me.
"Who the hell are you!"
"Me? Well, let's just say I'm the great orc destined to rule this world in the future..."
"My daughter! What have you done with Silveryia!"
"...At least wait for the answer after asking, you know..."
Thwack!
"Gahk!"
"This is the first step toward a healthy transaction between us and a better future!"
To establish basic conversation etiquette, I slammed another gut punch into her. Without even resisting, Veronica spewed saliva and slumped limply once more, the chains on her wrists jingling through the underground prison.
"Just so you know, I'm no sexist. When I hit someone, I don't care if it's a male or female—I swing for everyone."
"Hah, as beastly as you look... you monster!"
Even in this situation, Veronica tried to play it cool, but the orc's pot-lid-sized fist to her gut had her catching her breath before continuing. Sure, it wasn't fresh with Silveryia as precedent, but whatever. Time to get to work. I stepped closer to the heaving Veronica.
"Haa... haa..."
She was just panting raggedly, but the erotic sound of Veronica's breaths made my cock perk up like hey there! She whipped her head away in disgust at the sight and murmured lowly.
"No need to drag this out. Just kill me already."
Was it humiliating for a beast like me to knock her out with a sneak attack and take her prisoner? Unlike Silveryia, Veronica's voice was flat and composed as she demanded death. Damn, this was exactly why I was obsessed with female knights. But those words were pure bluff. Would an orc with a female knight in front of him actually say, "Sure thing, orc! As you wish!" and kill her just because she asked? In this godforsaken underground prison where no one would come, shackled to chains—did she really think I'd do nothing and just off her? Of course not! No way in hell! My cock, which had tasted female knight pussy, wouldn't be fooled. Veronica was bluffing, full of shit and false bravado, waiting for the moment I tried to violate her to land her final blow. But I wasn't backing down that easily. What kind of evil orc would I be? I approached her first and examined her clothes.
"Hmm... this is way off from what I expected."
Even as a noble who insisted on being a knight, she wasn't draped in luxurious silk like other aristocrats, but it wasn't peasant rags either. Probably to avoid looking ridiculous to others, it was made from soft, premium leather from cows and sheep—the texture under my fingertips was exquisite.
"Wh-what are you... doing..."
"I'm already stripped down, so to make things equal, I'm undressing you too?"
"What?! Don't touch me, you beast!"
Her words said no, but like I said before, this bitch was waiting for me to come at her. I'd sealed her hands tight in shackles, but her feet only had loose irons—not fully restrained. I grabbed the struggling Veronica and peeled off her leather garments one by one, tearing some as I went, like husking an onion for a stew.
"Ooh."
It was the kind of scene that made my cock swell majestically on its own. A half-naked female knight, shackled and glaring up at me with murderous eyes...
"Hah, can't hold back anymore."
"Hah, getting horny from just this? You're a beast through and through."
She was provoking me now, practically begging me to mount her. But did she think I'd fall for that? Slap!
"Take a good look at your mommy dearest."
I snapped my fingers, and a torch in the corner of our cell flared to life with a whoosh!, illuminating a white figure hidden in the shadows before Veronica and me.
"C-cock... cock... Master cock...♥ More cock, pleeease...♥"
Did I go too hard? Maybe because it had been a while and I got carried away during our intense mating while Veronica was out, Silveryia's tongue lolled slack as she sought my cock. Veronica's eyes wavered at the sight.
She had to be doubting—wondering if it was an illusion, if Silveryia could really be like this. But heh heh, how long could she run from reality? Veronica's face twisted in horror as she screamed at the sight of Silveryia slumped against the wall, drenched head to toe in my cum, gasping for breath.
"Si-Silvy!"
"Oh? Silvy, huh? That's a cute nickname."
Silveryia only called herself Silvy during our intense impregnation fucks, so hearing it from Veronica's mouth felt oddly arousing. Imagining mother and daughter—hell, throw in Snow for three generations—carrying my spawn and calling each other pet names... my cock was already throbbing at the thought. As if answering my lust, it surged skyward, piercing the ceiling almost. Veronica shrieked.
"You bastard! What the hell did you do!"
"You'll see it with your own two eyes soon enough. Silveryia!"
"Yesss... Master...♥"
I called to Silveryia to show reality to Veronica, who burned with hatred toward me. Until moments ago, she'd been flailing in the puddle of my cum; now she crawled to my side, her nipple and clit piercings jingling.
"Come on, your mommy's dying to know what I did to you. Time for the dutiful daughter to spell it out."
"N-nooo~♥"
Smack!
"Kyaaang!"
"You sow! Defying Master's orders? Want a taste of the curse?"
I smacked Silveryia's ass for her pre-planned sulk—even though she was acting like she craved punishment—and growled our scripted lines. Right on cue, she put on the perfect show: like her body wouldn't obey despite it not being her true feelings, as if her body wasn't her own, like her appendix had burst and her senses were beyond her control.
"F-forgive me... Mother... I... I...♥"
"Silvy!"
And just like we'd rehearsed—hell, even lewder—she clasped her hands behind her head, spread her legs in a V, and exposed herself before her birth mother, Veronica.
"Silvy! Snap out of it! Silvy!"
Veronica called her daughter's name over and over, staring at the semen dripping from her pussy, but Silveryia—teary-eyed as scripted yet with a slack tongue from excessive pleasure—recited her lines.
"Iii got too cocky with the great Master... and ended up getting utterly ravaged, cursed to die without Master's cock nowww~♥"
Damn, I'd directed it, but it was perfect. Look—Veronica's murderous intent toward me was amplifying in real time as she witnessed her daughter's pathetic fate with her own eyes!
"Sorry, Mother... Silveryia... your proud daughter Silveryia... has become a vulgar sow who loves Master's cock and cum so much...♥"
A smile curled Silveryia's lips as she stuck out her tongue, flashing a cheap peace sign. Tears rolled down her cheeks from those eyes.