Defiled Daily Routine
How much time had passed in this defiled daily routine?
"Ah, ahn♥ Another, another drop of wax!"
Silveryia, her ass and tits smeared with wax, shuddered violently as another glob of hot wax splattered onto her rump.
"Hey, you're gonna put the candle out—quit shaking so much."
"Even Master says that, but he won't pull his finger out, ahhaaaahn♥"
"Damn it, pot calling the kettle black!"
I twisted the finger jammed up her asshole like I was stirring rice flour batter, and Silveryia—candle stuffed in her pussy—squirted like a fountain.
(Compared to my cock) it was a ridiculously thin candle, so every time I swirled my finger like this, she'd tremble like a dried squid skewered on a stick. Watching her was pretty damn entertaining.
Only...
"I-I love this too...♥"
She was shaking her tail like a hippo flinging shit everywhere, splattering wax onto her tits and ass, enjoying that stinging burn all to herself. But no, it had to splash onto me too, the guy fingering her.
"Hold still!"
Smack!
"Kyaaaahn♥"
The sharp sting on my arm pissed me off, so I slapped her ass to calm her down. Her pussy, clenching around the hardening wax, started contracting, crumpling the candle... and then
"Huh?!"
Disaster struck. I'd never heard of anyone snapping a candle with their pussy in all my years! It hadn't fully broken off—the wick inside was barely holding it together like some tragic North-South divide. But how long would that last? A candle wick ain't exactly steel cable.
"M-Master? The, the candle, the candle...?!?!"
Silveryia stared at the tilting candle with anxious eyes. I flashed her a wicked grin, and she—whatever she was thinking—licked her lips with a slutty smile.
I kept scraping her inner walls with my finger regardless, while she desperately fought the pleasure. It wasn't my original plan, but we ended up in this oddly satisfying mutual play.
But the fractured candle was cracking further with every vibration, like thin ice, now hanging by the wick alone—zzzt, zzzt
"H-Hiiik?!"
"Oof."
The moment the flame caught her silver pubes, that distinctive burning hair smell hit, and her silvery bush started smoldering.
"Heh, I was just thinking it was time to shave you anyway. Look at it handling things itself."
That shit had been bugging me, honestly. Sure, I loved Silveryia just as she was—no need for shaving or anything. But it got inconvenient during birth. Come full term, my kids always come out headfirst, and with her pubes matching their silver hair and skin... it was confusing as hell.
"It's burning! Burn it all up! Even Silveryia's clit is gonna burn away!!"
She'd been enjoying her kinky play a second ago, but as the flame crept from the tips, her face grew frantic. Her clit piercing was already glowing faintly—reason enough to panic.
Of course, there was that expectant glint too, wondering what it'd feel like if it spread to her clit.
"Master! My clit's heating up—I'm gonna cum any second!"
"Oh yeah?"
Was she staying put out of consideration for my annoyance, or just chasing her own thrills? Whatever—maybe something happened with Veronica too. Time to snuff this candle and hand out some punishment.
Whoosh!
"Silvi!"
A gust like from an open window? No—silver hair whipping in the wind as Veronica flew in front of us. She was drenched in sweat... or something wet? Anyway, following my orders, she'd fetched flowers and now grabbed Silveryia's thighs, on the verge of toppling forward.
Veronica reached to snuff the flames on Silveryia's half-burnt bush—but Silveryia, who jerked off daily to this incestuous thrill, spotted her mother and
"Cumming! Mommy's watching—Silveryia's cummiiing!!"
Splash!
"..."
Silveryia squirted a massive tide, climaxing spectacularly. No chance for Veronica to react—she'd doused the fire herself like a human extinguisher.
Meanwhile, Veronica—face drenched in Silveryia's squirt—stared at her daughter's pathetic state: wax everywhere, bush half-charred. Then she whipped around to glare at me.
"You stripped that little bitch naked, but why the hell are you buck naked too?"
"Eek?!"
She'd been murder-glaring me a second ago, but my point made her face change. Then she brazened up, hardening her expression.
"Hmph, what? Did you expect me to blush like some virgin slut, trembling in shame as you intended?"
"Huh?"
She thrust out her chest proudly, whatever had happened.
"Heh, I could strut around like this all day."
"Yeah? Then do it."
"...What?"
"Clothes are a luxury for sows anyway. I was thinking of banning them soon—perfect if you strip yourself."
"Wait, hold on!"
Honestly, clothed or naked, she made me hard either way. No reason to stop her volunteering. I kicked Silveryia's ass to get her up.
"Alright, morning routine's sparring with the knights, right? Go like that."
"Yesss..."
Silveryia didn't care anymore—she could flash her naked body anywhere without shame.
But Veronica? Whatever went down outside, she comes in naked, talks big... I locked eyes with Snow White, who'd tagged along. She winked♥—something definitely happened.
Push too hard now, though, and it'd backfire. So I puffed out my belly like a merciful lord and headed to where Veronica's armor hung.
"Hm...?"
It looked like the one Silveryia wore at first—bulging chest plate. Original design, or just her massive tits? Either way, the breast armor screamed for attention. Imagining her servicing me in it made me swallow hard.
Overall, thick plates made it heavy-looking. But how generous am I? Time for some special tuning.
"Wait! You bastard, what are you—!"
Shing!
She sensed my impure intent. I formed a chop with my left hand and sliced clean through the abdominal section—from the protruding chest plate down to the pelvis.
Sliced off the arms too, leaving it sleeveless. Orc experience plus this Demon King Castle arm graft? It worked like a charm.
Upper body done—now the lower. V-shaped chop!
Pants connect at the crotch once you step in, right? Zipper up, covers the panties. But my V-slice split the leg armor like an axe-split stump—left leg, right leg, tumbling apart.
To fix the gap, I grabbed the scraps—especially the V-shaped metal bits—and lashed them to the pelvis with leather straps. Like a zipper substitute.
Leggings with leather waist ties? Kinda.
"Put it on."
"You bastard...! What have you done to a knight's pride, her armor...!?"
"No bra on top. For the bottom... hm... black thong panties."
"Don't make me laugh! As if I'd wear this whore's getup...!"
"Says the one parading naked first thing in the morning."
She shut her mouth, out of retorts. Sighing at Silveryia—who'd jammed the flower bouquet Snow White fetched into her pussy and was writhing—Veronica started suiting up as ordered.
"Ngh...!"
Humiliating slutty cosplay armor, sure—but for Silveryia, she'd do anything.
Moments later:
"Oh? Looks good. I like it."
"..."
No bullshit. Shoulder and chest guards only—might look stuffy, but her bare arms and chiseled abs screamed veteran female knight, cool and capable.
Lower body? Leg armor split left and right like leggings, crotch wide open with a black thong filling the void. Follow the straps up: inverted triangular metal plates strapped to her hips for protection.
"Ooh yeah."
I'd planned to tease her as a whore, but damn—the vibe was so perfect, she looked like a sacred Valkyrie from legend.
"Beautiful..."
"Hmph, flattery."
I'd always chased raw beauty, parading Silveryia naked. But subtly covering what to cover, exposing what to expose? The horniness multiplier was insane.
When I build my sow knight order, uniforms naked, armor like this. Seductive vixens by day and night, holy reapers on the battlefield...
"Alright, time for work?"
Before opening a restaurant, you taste-test with locals first. Same here—time for everyone in the mansion to rate the view.