Shattering the Widow Knight's Poker Face
As he pulled out, “Hngh?! Th-the orc’s semen…!” “Ohooo! Creampie in the widow knight’s pussy!” Veronica thrashed wildly as her pussy suddenly filled with the orc’s thick cum. In truth, even the arm hooked behind her knees for the piledriver was starting to slip under her superhuman strength.
But squelch! “Hngghh?!” Her head slammed into his chest as his cock plunged back into her belly. She must have looked like her body was bowed taut like a drawn bow. Glancing down, he saw Veronica—her crown pressed against his chest—staring up at him in undisguised horror, her face stripped of that unbreakable poker expression she’d worn until now.
“Wh-why…”
“Hm?”
“Why isn’t it going down… You came inside me… so why…”
Aha.
“Why? Did your dead ex-husband’s dick just wilt after one go? Like a limp jalapeño?”
“What?”
As expected—trash-talk the husband or dead spouse when targeting married women or widows in stories, and they’d leap up even on their deathbeds. No issue here. Squelch-squelch-squelch! “Hngghhh?!”
Honestly, it’d be trouble if he hadn’t already nailed her deep, but he had. Even a superhuman couldn’t do shit with a thick stake pounding in and out of her guts. Mock her dead husband all he wanted; she was helpless.
“So, how far did your husband thrust? Here?!”
“Shut your mouth!!”
The more he degraded her dead husband, the thicker her pussy walls clenched around his cock. Her cunt squeezed him with every muscle in her body, tight enough to crush. “What, begging that dead bastard for forgiveness earlier, but now that you’re taking orc cock, the guilt’s surging up?”
“Hng…!”
Hatred and rage seeping into this bitch’s eyes—perfect. He’d draw it out of her like this. Even if she kept that poker face, he’d stoke her loathing: for cursing her daughter Sylvia so viciously, for raping her now, for mocking her dead husband. Risky, sure. The collar helped, but blind faith was foolish. Still, to slowly melt this glacial, unyielding Veronica, stirring her emotions beat anything else.
Just moments ago, he’d needed Snow to force out her juices during the piledriver; otherwise, she’d have dry-fucked him like primitives rubbing sticks for fire. She was dead set on not leaking a single drop for this orc—what could he do but whittle her down bit by bit, like an old man carving a stick? Give orders? “Feel it!”? Yeah, right—she’d listen about as well as a brick wall. Sylvia had just been lucky. No banking on that here.
Squelch-squelch-squelch. “So, husband’s dick only reached here? Way better deeper!”
“Oho! Ha! Y-your filthy cock… not pleasurable at all!!”
“Oh yeah?”
A sly chin-jerk toward Snow?
“You coward!!!”
“That’s why I love being an orc!!”
“Ngghooo?!”
Industry award and Veronica’s pussy clamped down hard on his cock. But not to block him like before—her rage cracked her guard just enough, and he struck that gap. “Orc cock! ORC COCK!!”
A split-second opening. Think sex isn’t war? Even in a fistfight, it’s mind games; fucking someone like Veronica demanded full-throttle bone-grinding effort! Slacking off? He’d end up some retard giggling while pounding a lifeless fuckdoll.
Once he breached a spot, he hammered it relentlessly. She’d never dreamed an orc would rape her while mocking the dead—no one would. He didn’t miss that loosened guard, zeroing in. Amid her iron-hard walls, he found the one soft, gooey pocket and ground his cock right there.
“Orc cock inside me, inside…!”
“Just say ‘pussy.’”
“Talking to me, aaah!!”
A few more savage scrapes along her pussy, then he grazed her tits while she fixated below. “Ahk, oho, don’t touch my body, ahk!” She tried rebuilding her defenses, but too late—he’d won today.
Her pussy gushed like it remembered long-forgotten sensations, slick squelching filling the air. “Why?! Why the hell!!” Not her husband’s cock, but an orc’s—why was her cunt leaking like a whore?! She had to be thinking that. Exactly why he never commanded “feel it”—let her doubt herself.
“Your body already knows me as its master, right? Heh.”
“No way—ohhoooo?!”
Her walls slackened; he swelled his cock slow like dogs knotting, trapping himself. “C-cock’s getting bigger?! Stop! It’ll tear! Can’t fit!!”
With a foothold secured, her body shuddered as he ballooned fully. He unhooked her legs—her feet hit the floor—and seized her wrists, slamming his hips anew. “Fr-from behind?!”
“Sluts like you need cock to break their spirit!”
Slap-slap-slap-slap! “Nghaaaah!!”
Each thrust sent her balloon tits jiggling wildly. One bounce, sweat beaded; two, they flew off her skin. “Little bitch!!”
“Gulp. Y-yes?!”
“How’s this slut feel? So lewd, huh!”
“Th-that’s…”
“Sn-Snow, no! Don’t answer!”
“Shut it!”
Crack! “Hngk?!”
A sharp spank to Veronica’s ass for yapping—solid reaction. Sensitive spot? Later. “Look at this slut! All haughty before, now frowning but panting on cock like a whore!”
“Ve-Veronica-sama…”
Snow gulped unwittingly; Veronica’s heaving face made her wonder, Is Grandma really this lewd?—eyes demanding answers. “Snow! N-no! I’m not lewd, nghiii!!?”
“Leaking like a faucet—liar!” Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!
“B-butt, no spanking the butt…”
“Pussy finally easing up, and now ass-spanks make you love it!”
Grip the triangle horse, spank a few times—her walls quivered nicely. Minor compared to Sylvia milking him like a wallet, but beats pounding bricks. Thrusting and spanking multitasked his brain into a pleasurable ache.
“Bragged to the kid how lewd you are, now backpedaling?!” Smack-smack!
“B-butt!! St-stop!!”
Each spank melted her tightening pussy gooey again; relentless slaps left her ass fire-red while she desperately stifled the creeping pleasure. She’d moaned at husband-mocking before, but couldn’t fully submit to orc cock now—or admit it. Threaten Snow? Headache for her. Sure, she was just protecting the girl out of knightly duty, clinging and panting to shield her—but good was good.
No instant fall, though. Sylvia was the pervert; to Veronica, this was rape. But biggest win? Reactivating her 20-year-dormant pussy and womb with his inhuman cock. A grown daughter like Sylvia meant she knew dick—body would react despite hate. Relighting that frozen forge.
“So, pre-pregnancy practice time, Veronica!”
“A-again?! Don’t cum! You can’t!”
He wedged a hand under her thigh, hoisting one leg—exposing her cock-stuffed pussy fully to Snow kneeling nearby. Forced to flash her snatch at a kid she’d met yesterday, Veronica schooled her face stoic and glared back—pure blame in her eyes.
But that? Cum signal! “Get knocked up in front of the kid, Veronica!”
“Hngghhhh?!”
Spurt-spurt-spurt—
She bit back moans, feigning nonchalance toward Snow. “Ve-Veronica…sama?”
“I’m… fine. Used to this… orc cock’s nothing… ka…”
Sweat poured off her, face stern as if untouched—yet yellow nectar gushed from her pussy, drooling down his cock.