The Proud Knight Mother's Lewd Vocabulary Test
As I stepped outside, thud-fur—! "C-Creampie... c-coming...♥" Without any warning, my sudden direct shot of semen straight into her womb, combined with the hardcore play after so long—especially acting(?) like her own daughter getting helplessly raped right in front of her mother—sent Silveryia erupting like a volcano at the peak of excitement. She rolled back her eyes and passed out from the overwhelming orgasm.
Drenched in cum, her daughter's womb defiled by the orc's seed. Veronica, who had watched it all unfold so vividly right before her eyes—what must she be thinking? Guilt for failing to protect her daughter despite being right there? Hatred for the orc who turned her into this mess? Whatever it was, I didn't care. As long as it didn't get in the way of me pounding away, it was all good.
"Well, that buys Silveryia another day on her lifeline."
"…"
"Whoa, don't glare at me like that—er, don't glare at me!"
Whew, such a gentlemanly slip-up! I nearly flubbed my words there, but as the orc ranked #2 on Forbes' Most Gentlemanly Orc list—right behind Silver, by the way—I panicked for a second at almost blowing my sophisticated image.
"What's with the funeral face? Who pissed in your cheerios?"
I tossed out a joke to lighten the mood, but Veronica's expression only darkened further, like she was ready to kill me on the spot. In my family—especially among the females—those lines get hilarious giggles. Prime wit!
"Right, Silveryia?"
Even in her fainted state, did she twitch at her name? Her upper mouth stayed silent to my joke, but her lower one bubbled with white drool, giggling away. A lovely sight.
Anyway, "Back to business—what was it you said, Veronica Isis?"
"…I said I'd take my daughter's place."
"Oh, no no no, that's not gonna get me hard. See? My dick's hanging limp as a noodle!"
I dangled my flaccid monster cock in front of her, and Veronica shot it a look of pure disgust, like she'd seen something vile. "Fuck, five thumbs down. Gourmet critic over here."
"Okay, say it again—but make my cock stand up this time... come on, one more try!"
I bounced around the cell, demanding she say something to turn me on with her own words.
"…Kh."
She glared daggers, like she wanted to murder me, but pried open her clenched lips again.
"I'll... satisfy your, your lust in Silveryia's place..."
"Pfft, anyone can say it with words. Right, dick?"
"Yeah!"
Ventriloquism, for the record.
"?!"
Maybe the dire situation and mental pressure got to her, or perhaps she was shocked by my simple trick—or thought orcs were a species where the dick talks. Her face twisted in complicated confusion as she continued.
"I-I'll take Silveryia's place..."
"Ah... what a waste of your years."
"…"
What the hell do you want from me?! Her eyes screamed accusations in place of her sealed lips. Even in this mess, she could pull off that glare—that's why raping female knights was so damn fun.
"Wh-what about trying some stimulating, vulgar, lewd words? I'm an orc, an orc! Not some prissy human noble like you!"
"Kill me! I'd rather die than endure this humiliation!"
"Huh? For real? But I don't wanna kill you."
"You bastard!!"
Ah, this shit's hilarious. No wonder—pushing a lifelong swordswoman from the battlefield too hard from the start would backfire.
"Fine, we'll save that for later. Whether it's declaring yourself a sow in Silveryia's place or swearing obedience as my sow, that can wait. Right now, it's orientation time—you and me getting to know each other, yeah?"
"Kh."
"Why? I'm being generous here—what's with the death glare?"
I knew exactly why even if it were me, but playing dumb and stonewalling pissed her off more—and it was way funnier from my side.
"I'm not usually this forgiving, but you're such a beauty, milady, so I made a special exception. No more! That's it! End of discussion!"
I waved my hands emphatically, but my foot kept kneading Silveryia's plump ass. Veronica looked like she wanted to say something, then just deflated.
"Honestly, it's kinda my fault for demanding filthy talk from a clueless MILF out of nowhere. Yeah, sure."
Didn't mean I wouldn't make her do it later, heh heh.
"So anyway, you'll be my flesh toilet instead of me raping Silveryia, right?"
"Fl-Flesh...?!"
No way, is this real?
"What's wrong? Never heard battlefield commanders trash-talk like that?"
"Don't compare knights' honorable duels to you beasts' mud-wrestling!"
Ah, okay then. Her own daughter Silveryia had real mud-pit pregnancy sex, but whatever. For Veronica's (sexual) language aptitude test, I pointed at her perky tits poking from her tattered leather jacket.
"What's this?"
"Breasts."
Hmm. Then, pointing at her silver-furred, swollen (ooh yeah) pussy.
"This?"
"U-um... pu."
Vulva! Vulva! Vulva! Spot on! That's why K-On doujins were always 19+ goldmines. Their club? Light Music Club—gyeong-eum-bu! Straight translation: light pussy! No wonder they just "played music" all day—intense stuff without actual instruments meant pounding pussy! My head throbbed—was this Veronica's ploy to enrage me? Pointing at her clit.
"Cl-clitoris..."
Yeah, that tracks. Common enough even in polite talk. Verdict on Veronica's sexual vocabulary midterm?
"Grade 6."
"?"
"Pfft~."
A sigh escaped me. With that body, who needs math or English? She's a shining star in arts and PE, but damn, the reality check hit hard.
Ignoring Veronica's wary, dubious stare, I scooped up Silveryia.
"Where are you taking her?!"
"Somewhere your hands can't reach, for now."
I'd unchain her hands soon, but no way was I risking her flying off with Silveryia or starting a brawl—I'd be at a disadvantage. To establish myself as the absolute top dog, I left the cell and headed to Goju, who'd scoped out the prison system by now.
"Boss! How's that female?"
"Diamond in the rough who thinks she's a brick."
I dumped Silveryia in some random cell and approached Goju.
"So, what'd you find? You've dug into this prison pretty good."
"This place! Full of fascinating stuff! Oh, boss! Check this out while investigating!"
I went to the hopping Goju, who acted like he'd struck gold...
"Oho."
Found something fun.
It had been over ten minutes since the orc carried off her daughter Silveryia somewhere. Though caged like a fierce beast behind bars, Veronica steeled herself—she wouldn't let that orc toy with her. Vowing it over and over, she took a deep breath and surveyed her surroundings.
Underground prison. An old one, too.
From the stonework and bars, she roughly dated the construction. Wondering where this was, she tugged at the chains binding her arms, seeking any escape while the orc was gone.
But the more I strain, the weaker I feel...
Not ordinary iron? In an ancient, damp dungeon, these chains gleamed spotless, rust-free. Self-escape seemed impossible.
That orc anticipated even this, taking Silvi away.
She'd need a leash if she broke free... leash... leash...
Silvi...
Right in front of her eyes, yet she couldn't do a thing. Violated and trampled, and she just watched. Sprawled under the orc, writhing helplessly—nothing but a spectator.
What Isis family head? What proud Isis knight? Couldn't even save her daughter getting raped right there.
"Damn it."
She was so powerless now. Silveryia's image burned in her mind—enduring that brutal ravaging, screaming for the orc to spare her mother.
Yes, no time for pride or honor. Compared to Silveryia's life, she could grind that shit into the mud.
"Just hold on a bit longer, Silvi. Your mother will save you somehow..."
Even if it meant defiling her own body with that orc.
"Sorry, Philip. I..."
Confessing her sin to her long-dead husband—the one who'd promised to be with her even in the next life—she was about to beg forgiveness for throwing herself at an orc to save their daughter when—clang!
"Haha, perfect timing—got me all riled up!"
The orc was back, eyes blazing as he stared at her.
"Strip."
Ahh...
Sorry, Philip. When we meet in the next life, please don't let a filthy bitch like me stay by your side.
Veronica squeezed her eyes shut, a single tear rolling down her cheek.
Ooh yeah, someone grab some instant rice from somewhere.