The Womb That Refused to Yield
As we stepped outside, Veronica finally gave in after holding out against my cock through two massive creampies, pissing herself in the end. I'd spanked her ass, pumped her full of cum, kneaded her tits—did every damn thing—and it all boiled down to making her leak once. 'Honestly, she should be grateful just for the fucking and filling.' Truth be told, this one was hot as hell regardless of how tight she was. The bitch I was pounding was a female knight and a widow to boot! And the mother of my own sow!
Even up to the moment I came, she'd resisted my cock so fiercely that I'd tried unleashing my ultimate move—the Silveryia Special, the Female Corruption 108 Combo—while hammering away. Fat chance. Her womb entrance clamped down on my tip like a fortress gate. She'd defended her womb from me like it was a siege, never yielding it no matter what. And the scariest part? This sow had dragged me into her one strong suit—bedroom combat—because she couldn't match my raw power, and she'd still held out. What a terrifying female knight!
But she'd only protected her womb; her pussy and canal were fair game. So as my semen flooded in like a torrent, bloating her lower belly just a bit, Veronica gasped for breath.
"Huu... ha, aaah..."
"Lady Veronica..."
Snow reached out pityingly toward Veronica, who was still impaled on my cock, heaving ragged breaths. I grabbed the dangling Veronica—swinging from my dick like a trophy—and tried to pull out.
"?"
Tried again.
"What the hell, why won't it come out?"
This wasn't bullshit. It really wouldn't budge. I'd dumped enough to puff up her belly, yet she still had the strength to clamp down like that? Semen was even leaking out around the seal, like cracks in a flawed jar. Was it some unconscious sow instinct kicking in, refusing to let go of the first cock to invade her body in decades?
"Little bitch."
"H-Hiiik!"
As expected from Silveryia's daughter—Snow flinched hard at my words, yanking her hand back from sneaking a taste of the cum trickling from where Veronica and I were joined.
"Grab this sow's waist."
"Eh?"
"I said grab this sow's waist."
Snow, sharp as ever, picked up on my glare and the state of my cock instantly. She put on a show of trembling fear, then cautiously gripped Veronica's waist.
"S-Snow... run... away..."
"No way! I-I'm not leaving you behind, Lady Veronica!"
"Quiet down. On three, we pull. One, two..."
As I hit "three,"
"Huuuuh?! I-It’s... it’s coming out! Coming ooooout...!"
Veronica, who'd been locked in a death grip with my cock the whole time, thrashed and stuck out her tongue as a sudden wave of pleasure hit her. Throughout the fuck, her pussy walls had clenched rock-hard—not just against me, but locking her own body rigid like rigor mortis, even with my dick still buried inside. Now that I was pulling out, it was scraping her insides raw, dragging pussy meat along for the ride.
Veronica had hardened her entire cunt to withstand an orc cock pistoning in and out. But had she never considered what it'd be like on the extraction? Or did she never dream her pussy would cling this hard? Hell, she hadn't fucked a human in ages—let alone an orc cock as her grand finale. No female knight could prep for every scenario.
Know thyself and know thy enemy, win every battle, right? She'd nearly claimed victory over me, but her ignorance of her own body left her cresting in orgasm while I savored the afterglow.
"Hey, let go already!"
How long did she plan to hold on?! Even I hadn't seen this coming. She writhed, and a massive pressure crushed down on my cock—kuuuuuh.
"Pull... pull it out...!!"
"No, you're the one gripping it—why are you doing this? Hey! Hey! Don't squeeze!"
"Let go! Let me go! (Let go of the cock!)"
Snow—even she, seeing this for the first time—was stomping my thigh and yanking Veronica off my dick like pulling a tooth.
The more we tugged, the more her walls battered my cock, refusing to release the invader. The elasticity was insane—like a spring snapping back every time we stretched it. But our prolonged siege paid off. Under the combined assault of orc and half-orc, the knight's body finally relented.
Pop!
"Aigoo, fuck!"
"Kyaa!"
With a crash, Snow—who'd been cradling both me and Veronica—toppled backward.
Looking at Veronica in Snow's arms, pussy gushing cum, reality hit me hard. I'd won... but it didn't feel like it.
"Ugh, damn it. Even as a ploy, that was too reckless."
I'd figured her post-Silveryia birth pussy would be fun enough. But I'd forgotten she was Silveryia's mom—the bitch who'd birthed fifteen of my brats and still wielded her cunt like a virgin vice on my cock.
"Hmmm..."
Not a total victory. Half? Yeah, about that. Veronica lost half because she didn't know orc cock; I lost half because I didn't know her pussy. Know thyself and thy enemy for a fair fight, as they say. My mistake was getting too horny and rushing in. Test the bridge before crossing, right? Should've fingered the widow pussy first, then cocked it—forgot the ancestors' wisdom(?) and missed the clean sweep.
"Ugh... y-you... orc bastard...!"
"Damn, she didn't even pass out. Tough bitch."
They say a pussy stab is deadlier than a sword thrust for a sow—and taking an orc cock on top of that, yet only exhausted? Classic Veronica, not to be underestimated.
She glared daggers, even as her pussy glorp-glorped out my cum.
"Wasting all that cum I gave you? That's precious seed for Silveryia."
"Kuh..."
She shot me a look like she wanted to tell me to shut up, but after twenty years without a cock inside—let alone an orc's—superhuman Veronica just trembled helplessly.
Then,
"Lady Veronica...? Giving it to Mom—no, to Lady Silveryia?"
Snow's eyes went wide at my slip(?), staring at the Veronica in her arms. Veronica ground her teeth.
"You bastard... so this was your game all along!"
"What? What's the problem?"
I'd told her to play the slutty bitch to keep Snow out of it, and now I flip the script? No wonder she was shocked—like a sibling going, 'Hey, keep my lie to Mom secret and scram,' only for them to steal your PC and yell, 'Mom! He lied to you!' when she walks in.
"Lady Veronica?"
"...Sorry."
Snow looked stunned at Veronica—who she saw as a mom-like figure (actually her real grandma)—for keeping Silveryia secrets from her.
"C'mere!"
"Kyaaaa!"
"Snow!!"
Seizing the moment, I scooped Snow into my arms and bolted from the cell, slamming the door to trap Veronica. Not locked, so not foolproof, but with Silveryia and now Snow as leverage, she wouldn't try anything stupid.
I carried Snow—sniffing my scent greedily in my arms—to a spot out of Veronica's earshot.
"Phew... got chewed out."
"Hehe, as expected of Dad! Knew you'd ditch Grandma like that."
"No, daughter. This is actually a huge setback for the battles ahead. I was too hasty."
"Huh? Why?"
Like I said, Veronica's a knight who's lived her life on battlefields. Today she caught me off-guard from ignorance, but if her bedroom talent matches her sword genius—five stars—next time she'll steel her mind like bedrock against my cock.
"She didn't know me, but now she knows her enemy. She'll adapt."
"Ehh... so Dad's in deep shit?"
"That's why I'm saying, daughter!"
"Slurp slurp—Hm?"
Snow gazed at me with sparkling eyes, like anything you say!. I stroked her head as she slyly licked my cock and said,
"How about you help me train Veronica? No—get trained yourself."
Time for some family education too.