Collaring the Ferocious Sow Knight
Stepping out now? Ah, this is too damn fun. That's the perk of being an orc—unlike those humans who have to tiptoe around every insult, invoking morality and picking their words carefully, I can mock and torment without a shred of conscience, enjoying it endlessly!
"Sylvia...!"
She hated it with every fiber of her being, but cursed by this vile orc's spell! Against her own will! She had no choice but to surrender her body to the orc, shedding tears of humiliation and shame right in front of her revered mother. Of course, Sylvia and I had rehearsed this like a WWE match, scripting every line beforehand. Adults watching WWE know it's all staged, but what about Veronica, playing the role of the naive kid who believes everything on TV is real? What if she saw her ever-reliable daughter not only pleasure-trained by an orc but declaring defeat in a degrading pose, drenched in his semen, right before her eyes?
"Nooooooo!!!"
No need for more words. If you're reborn in your next life, be an orc. Seriously, do it.
Unlike the poker faces from moments ago, Veronica now snarled like she was ready to snap her chains and tear out my throat. I felt a slight chill but plastered on a smile, pretending it didn't faze me—self-hypnotizing that I really was the world's worst villain.
"Heh, like what you see? My flesh slave, my meat toilet, my bitch Sylvia? Since you're here, I'd love to hear from the one who molded this sow herself."
"Shut your mouth! You, of all—! You, of all...!"
"Why? What about me? You glare at me with all that hatred, but does it magically fix anything? For example..."
I grabbed Sylvia by the hair as she sneaked up behind me, pretending to ambush, and slammed her to the floor.
"Ahh!!"
"This bitch! This bitch! You think you can dramatically save Mommy and live happily ever after? Dream on!"
I yanked the limp Sylvia's hair, dunking her head back into the puddle of my semen on the floor.
"Sylvia!!"
"See? The second I look away, she tries to backstab me."
Splash!
"Pah—! Y-You bastaaard...!"
Sylvia, her head submerged in the puddle, glared at me with venomous (pretend) eyes.
Giving Sylvia a break, I tossed her aside and dragged a chair in front of Veronica, sitting down.
"Curious why I'm doing this? Not just killing you outright—why all the humiliation?"
"..."
Veronica clamped her mouth shut. But as I stood and approached, she eyed me like a beast ready to bite, so I continued.
"Your daughter nearly got me killed. No joke—I almost went to meet the Demon King. I barely survived the war, hiding like a rat, but this clueless slut chased me to the end."
I casually sat on Sylvia's prone back like a chair, slapping her plump ass.
"But I'm a battle-hardened orc, y'know. So I slapped a curse on her—bam, it worked. Last resort, and it stuck."
"..."
"Wanna know what curse? Bet you do! The hero of the northwest front—no, former hero—curious, right?"
"Cowardly trickery..."
"Ooh, you are curious! Lemme tell you special."
I leaned close to Veronica's ear and whispered.
"A curse where she dies without my semen."
"!!"
Sounds like bullshit—and it is. But Sylvia once told me about real curses like that, so whispering that I'd recreated a monster's forbidden spell unknown to humans made Veronica's eyes waver.
"Not just any semen—only mine keeps your daughter alive!"
"Such a curse...! Kill you, and Sylvia...!"
"Freed?"
Today's goal wasn't anything fancy. Just seal off attacks from this feral bitch Veronica—time to collar her.
"Really? Think I'd make a curse that breaks if the caster dies? You underestimate my hatred for humans. If I die, she dies with me!"
"Don't make me laugh! No such curse exists!"
"Wanna test it? Go ahead!"
I shoved my neck right into her mouth, bluffing hard: bite if you dare! Veronica knew it was bravado, but deep down, that nagging 'what if?'—the slim chance...
"Why hesitate? Bite my carotid! It'll clear everything up!"
"Th-This..."
Her hated enemy dangled before her, but with an irreplaceable hostage in play—even the mighty Veronica was powerless. Now!
"Mother! Don't worry about me, just—!"
"Quiet!"
Thud!
"Mmph?! Grrrgh..."
"Sylvia!"
Tryin' to die peacefully? Fat chance! I dunked Sylvia's head back into the semen puddle.
"See? She keeps pulling this shit. Knows dying ends it, so she gets cocky!"
"Grrgh... Pah!"
Flop!
Pulled out, Sylvia collapsed limply. But fingering her pussy made her suck greedily on my fingers like she'd been waiting.
"Nngh... Ah... Hnng♥"
Can't suck with her mouth? Fine, pussy it is. Such a slut.
Now, the real pitch.
"But here's the problem. Her mouthing off was cute, but now it's an issue."
"?"
"I planned to fuck your daughter forever to keep her alive, but she's too fragile—melts after a little play, all wobbly and useless!"
Smack!
"Hiiik♥"
"So I had an idea."
"Use me... as her substitute?"
Bingo!
"Yep. Can't rough up your daughter without risking my life? Fine—you take her role. Feed her my semen, handle my cock, suck it dry—a sow to drain my lust!"
"Don't be ridiculous! Think I'd accept that!?"
"Oh? Suit yourself."
Squelch!
"Hngulp♥"
I slammed into Sylvia's pussy on the floor. Always wet and ready for me, but to Veronica, it looked like I was ravaging her daughter mercilessly.
"N-No, d-don't...!"
"Then beg! Tell Mommy to save you—offer to be my sow instead!"
The dungeon echoed with the lewd squelches of flesh on flesh. Veronica squeezed her eyes shut, turning away from her daughter's "rape."
Sylvia, getting pounded, stuck out her tongue on cue, glaring with feigned hatred as scripted.
"Don't touch Mother...! Even if I die, never...!"
"Oh? Die together then."
"Eh? Uwooph!!!"
Bubbling and thrashing as I drowned her again, but I pressed harder on her head. We'd set the formula: her death = mine. And Sylvia's knightly pride lingered in Veronica's mind—but no parent stays calm watching their child die!
"Damn, she clenches so good when desperate. Wonder if I'll die from overstimulation one day—always worryin' about that!"
"...Stop."
As Sylvia's struggles weakened against my thrusting hips, Veronica spoke.
"St-Stop..."
"What? Can't hear ya!"
Bubble bubble!
"Stop it!"
"An order? Who’s on top here? Your daughter dies today for your attitude!"
Gurgle... gurgle...
"Perfect! Watch your enemy vanish with her!"
Sylvia's bubbles nearly stopped—she was on the brink.
"P-Please stop...!"
"Huh?"
"I beg you... please, just stop... She'll really die! I'll do anything, just... please..."
The widowed knight mother's broken sobs, head bowed... Spurt spurt! I unloaded a massive creampie.