Veronica's Shameless Performance
Every time I stepped forward and my pubic bone clanged against the iron bars with that distinctive metallic ring, Veronica—still impaled on my cock, gripping the bars tightly—let out a wail that echoed through the underground prison.
“Haaahhh, orc cock!! Orc cooock!!”
“Yeah, that's right—can't forget my dick even for a second, huh? You shameless slut!”
Of course, that wasn't the case at all. From everything I'd observed about Veronica so far, she was fiercely proud but had an unmatched familial devotion that let her toss that pride aside for her blood kin. Proof of that? The moment she saw me drag in her naked, collared granddaughter Snow—though she didn't know I knew she knew—she'd hurriedly offered up her pussy. She wasn't even clenching her vaginal walls rigidly like before; instead, every muscle down there wriggled like a living thing, kneading my cock to milk out my cum.
This was why I loved muscular female knights—they knew exactly how to use their own strength.
“The proud knight of Dracania kingdom, howling for orc cock—what a sight!”
“Don't... haaahhnn!! Say that! Hnngh! Th-there, it feels so gooood!”
Even as my cock battered her womb mouth, Veronica—putting on her clumsy act—wailed in pleasure from being fucked. Honestly, it was about time someone gave Snow some proper family education. I'd planned to train her while breaking in Veronica anyway. What, you think I'd hesitate to train my own daughter? This is an orc you're talking about!
Anyway, oblivious to my intentions, Veronica assumed I'd brought Snow along just to pressure her. I hadn't expected much from that angle, but with her putting on such an entertaining show, how could I not play along?
“Spreading your legs and begging for orc cock right in front of a young girl? You're a disgrace to knighthood!”
“Y-yes! I'm a shameless whore who opens her thighs for orc cock even with someone watching! So please, ram it deeper into me!”
As I said before, Veronica's lines were pure acting. Bad enough that even I—balls-deep inside her—or the sulky Snow, robbed of my cock, or even a random kid on the street would think, “Damn, she sucks at this.” It was like she was reading from a textbook, screaming, “This isn't what I want, I hate you so much but I have no choice!”
Sure, I could just shove it in Snow for her insolence, but after Veronica had already witnessed Silveryia getting ravaged right in front of her, seeing her granddaughter get the same might shock her into a backlash.
“Tell me with your own mouth how good my cock is!”
“I-I can't say that! Never!”
“Oh? Looks like the little bitch next to me has no trouble saying it.”
“Don't touch Snow!!!”
See? Snow was the thin thread holding Veronica's rationality together. She'd steeled herself for the humiliation of defeat as a knight, but Snow was just a civilian—a promising knight prospect raised like a daughter by Silveryia. It was part soldier's code not to harm non-combatants, part instinctive blood bond making her overreact to threats against Snow.
“Then spit it out! How good is my cock?”
“Y-yes, Maaasterrr!!”
She glared daggers at me as I pressed on mercilessly, but there was nothing she could do.
“It's... th-thick. So thick and huge!!”
“More than that!”
“Wh-what else is there, haaaangh!”
“If you can't say it, then feel my cock and describe it properly!”
I wrapped my arms around Veronica's waist as she clung to the bars with both hands, taking her from behind. I could feel my cock throbbing inside her, her chiseled abs pressing into my palms.
“Ahhat, hnngh! C-cock... it's ravaging my insides like a galloping warhorse!”
“...?”
What the hell was this woman saying? Was that her idea of a review? My head and Snow's tilted to the right in unison. Probably question marks floating over us.
“Like a warhorse charging relentlessly through a battlefield inside me, haaaahhnnn!!”
Amused, I poked her womb mouth with my cockhead to coax more out of her. Veronica wrapped her arms around my neck, sticking out her tongue sloppily as she continued.
“L-like the legend of a horse that runs a thousand ri in a day... it thrusts into me without rest!”
Suddenly, my cock was Red Hare.
“Yeah, if you're gonna call it a horse, make it Red Hare cock. Keep going!”
Snow, still pissed about losing her turn, was poking my back like some YouTuber in a laugh challenge, hand clamped over her mouth.
“N-no more! I can't say anymore! Ahhhnnn, st-stop touching my navel!!”
“You can say plenty!”
I stroked her navel with one hand while kneading her breast with the other. Veronica's body arched like a bow. She insisted it wasn't her choice, but her face flushed red—not from humiliated shame like before, but from cute, self-conscious embarrassment at my caresses exploring every inch, unlike the rough pounding earlier.
“N-no more! It's my first time saying this! F-first time!”
“Oh? Your first time taking such a thick, huge Red Hare cock?”
“Y-yes! Bigger and thicker than any cock I've ever taken... ngh?!”
“Heh, there it is—you finally admitted my cock's better than your husband's!”
“No! I didn't say that!”
Of course not. It slipped out amid my relentless demands, cock, and caresses—in this tense, non-battle urgency. Otherwise, Veronica would've never let that fly when I was clearly implying “better than hubby's?” even without saying it outright.
Slap! Slap!
“You slutty bitch!”
“No, it's not! I would ne—stop twisting my nipples like thaaat!!”
I tweaked her nipples gently while thrusting upward, sending her into spasms. Had to keep the pressure on—no room for mercy, or she'd regroup.
“There's no 'never' in this world, heh. Your body's one that can't live without cock—that's the truth!”
“D-don't make me laaaaughh!!”
Even as her womb refused to yield space, I admired it while savoring the increased slickness in her pussy compared to the first thrust. I tormented her with satisfaction.
“Leaking like this and still denying it?”
“That's because of you, aaahhng!!”
She tried to retort, but I slammed harder at the perfect moment, making her gasp and crumble again.
“Taking a man for the first time in decades—fucked by orc cock, gushing like this, and you say no? Hilarious! Right, little girl?”
“Eh?”
Suddenly turning the arrow on me? Snow looked at me in confusion, then at quivering Veronica with jealous eyes, her face paling as she blurted,
“No! Don't slander Lady Veronica!”
“Then shove it in your virgin pussy and find out if she's lewd or not!”
“Eek!!”
Snow gulped at my even thicker, aroused cock, flashing a slutty grin and turning her back to offer herself—when
“M-my womb! Hitting my womb feels so gooood! I love your cock plowing my pussy like a wild stallion from behind, no mercy! Deeper, ram it deeper! Don't take my cock away!”
Was this what they meant by crying through mustard? Teetering on tiptoes beyond the bars, Veronica wailed pathetically.
“F-fuck me instead of Lady Veronica!”
“What?”
“Snow?!”
Snow's sudden outburst caught us both off guard. If you're gonna say that, at least build up to it...
“I'm lewd enough too! L-look! Watching you rape Lady Veronica has my pussy soaking wet already!! A quick shooter like you would cum just from sticking it in!”
Now flat on the floor, legs splayed wide. Caught off guard with no prior chance like this, even I froze mid-thrust—when
Squeeze—
“?!”
Veronica's pussy suddenly clamped down hard, gripping my cock like a vice.
“Oh shit, what the hell is this!!”