A Defiled Daily Life
"You... you deceived me!"
"Deceived? Me?"
Veronica glared at me with the ferocity of someone about to yank the sword off the wall at any second. Right beside her was Snow White, shooting me the same venomous stare, and then... uh...
"Hngh... pussy♥"
Just Silveryia, lost in her lewd bliss. With three generations united in glaring(?) at me in this historic moment, my cock started thickening even more.
Damn, that's hot, but that could wait. I'd save it for after Veronica fully surrendered to me. For now, I flashed the sly, wicked, lecherous(?) grin of an orc.
"What exactly did I deceive you about?"
Veronica silently stared at Silveryia, who was still frantically masturbating with that candle. I'd originally fucked Silveryia right there in the dining hall just to shatter any pipe dreams Veronica might have had and force her to face reality. But apparently, Veronica had grasped it faster than expected.
Truly a female knight!
"Ah, so you're thinking I raped Silveryia—your daughter?"
"This is a breach of contract! You bastard, right now—"
"No, it isn't. Breach of contract? As if I'd do something like that~"
"What?"
Yeah, the contract clearly stated I wouldn't force myself on Silveryia. But as explicitly noted in the agreement, it was an exception if she came to me of her own free will. Veronica's face twisted as the memory hit her. She didn't want to believe it, no doubt. Hell, even I—a full-grown orc—had a hard time believing Snow White had been spreading her pussy wide open every day since maturity, pouncing on me like that. If it shook me, what chance did a human like Veronica have?
"Silvy, is that...?"
Squelch-squelch-squelch-squelch—
"F-F-Fuck meee... I-I went into heat and called for Master, n-no, that orc... ahhh~"
"Th-That can't...!"
Even as Veronica fixed her with that stern glare, Silveryia kept plunging the candle into her own pussy without pause. The sight only fueled Veronica's hatred toward me even more.
"But are you in any position to complain to me?"
"What?"
"I asked if you, Veronica, have the right to get mad at me."
"Hmph..."
One second I was grinning ear to ear, the next my face hardened like stone. Veronica snorted and averted her eyes.
"I told you not to wear underwear, didn't I? How long has it been since we made our deal, and you're already parading around like this?"
"Hmph. Unless it's a formal written order, I have no obligation to obey, do I?"
"Oh, come on! Sure, I passed it on a scrap of paper, but you could tell at a glance! That's an order, plain as day!"
"Such nonsense...!"
Like hell she didn't know. Was I supposed to beg, "Pretty please, could you take off your panties~"? I'm an orc! She knew that better than anyone. So why risk it? She must've figured I wouldn't be home. And even if I was, no way could I monitor her every move. This was human territory, after all, and I'm an orc. She was putting on a brave front to hide her confusion over how I'd sniffed out her little secret.
But I—the promising Orc King who defiled the future star female knight Silveryia—saw right through her bluff.
"Then take 'em off."
"What?"
"I said, take 'em off."
My words carried utter certainty, no hesitation whatsoever. Veronica flinched, her body trembling.
Yeah, figured as much. Despite my ironclad intel, she stood there brazenly, pretending otherwise. I called out,
"Silveryia, Snow White."
"Yesss~♥"
"N-Nghh!!"
The moment I spoke, Silveryia—still fucking herself with the candle—and Snow White lunged at Veronica.
"S-Silvy?! Snow?! W-Wait!!"
"S-Sorry! I-It's an order!"
Before she could react, Veronica was stripped bare in seconds.
"Well, well..."
"You... bastard...!"
Sure enough, there she was in pristine white bra and panties, avoiding my gaze. I shot up from my seat and circled her like a shark.
"Jeez, couldn't you at least wear something with color? What is this, kid stuff?"
"..."
"Next time you service me, wear black silk lingerie—the see-through kind."
"...Shut your mouth."
Her humiliation was plain as day, but she bluffed it off like it was nothing. Heh, but I've got plans too.
"Nice weather today. Sun's shining bright, but those clouds keep it from getting too hot."
"?"
Veronica gulped at my out-of-left-field weather talk. Anyone would tense up at that timing—no matter how oblivious, she wouldn't just laugh it off with a "Heh heh, sure is?"
"Snow White, that's an order. Strip. Everything off, not a stitch."
"Eh?"
"What?! Why all of a sudden...!"
Veronica whipped her gaze to Snow White in panic at my abrupt command. Snow White hesitated, confused, but started peeling off her clothes bit by bit.
"N-Nooo~ Don't touch meee♥"
While Veronica was distracted, I flipped Silveryia over. By the time she noticed, Silveryia was splayed out with her pussy aimed skyward in a truly grotesque pose. Some yoga position, maybe? Whatever.
"Silvy?!"
"Behold, Veronica—this is your punishment."
"What?"
"Perfect day for some fresh air. Head to the garden like that and pick twenty flowers. With Snow White. Twenty each."
"D-Don't be ridiculous! As if I'd—"
"Oh? You sure about that?"
Fwoosh—
The wick of the candle jammed in Silveryia's pussy lit up the instant I spoke. Veronica stared at me in shock, but I just shrugged like it was no big deal. She floundered, clueless.
"Go fetch 'em and put out the flame? Oh, and this is an order. Don't even dream of snuffing that candle till you've got all twenty flowers."
"!!"
"Well, Veronica? Time's ticking. Tick-tock, tick-tock~♪"
"I won't forget this..."
Yeah, I'm sure you won't. Snow White, though, looked thrilled. She'd spent her whole life naked in my arms through every season, so suddenly embracing "civilization" must've chafed. Her face screamed disgust, but deep down, she was buzzing at the thought of streaking outside again.
"At least give Snow some clothes! She's just a child—"
"Tick-tock~"
Veronica tried to protest more, but Snow White tugged her wrist insistently and shook her head. Veronica gazed at her with pity, then sighed.
"Follow close behind me."
"Okay..."
She vaulted out the window. The second Veronica turned her back, Snow White bounced excitedly in front of me, showing off, before hopping after her.
"Master? What about me...?"
"What can I do? You stay put."
"B-But?! The wax is dripping!!"
Silveryia wiggled her ass desperately, as if begging me to extinguish it—though the flame stayed lit.
She gonna topple like that? I slid a finger into her asshole.
"You slutty sow—you love it even more like this."
"Nyaaah~♥"
Far from complaining, Silveryia eyed me with lust-drenched anticipation, hoping the wax would drip onto her. Made sense. Back in the forest, even as an orc, I couldn't go that hard with SM play—especially with her always pregnant, belly swollen. What if she actually got burned mid-play? Orc mating's all-in, like the world's ending tomorrow and we're seeding one last orc in that womb. Can't exactly candle-play with your dick buried in her pussy!
...Or something like that. Anyway, we kept the intense stuff to self-study back then, lest we corrupt the kids' views on sex. Now that she was home and we could go wild with candle play, Silveryia was in heaven.
"Huh, I just told 'em to grab flowers from the garden 'cause they'd stand out, but they're taking their sweet time?"
The naked greenhead and the silver-haired one in her undies sprinting pantingly into the garden was kinda cute. And then—
Clank-clank-clank—
A dozen or so female knights poured into the garden in perfect formation, plate armor on their upper bodies, skirts on the lower.
"?"
What, some solo drill march? Then Silveryia piped up.
"Oh, this time of day is their morning run..."
"How many klicks?"
"...Five kilometers."
Devil of a woman, I thought. For real.