Defiled Daily Life: Ancestral Corridor Violation
A few days had passed since Veronica's infamous bottomless mishap in front of her knights and soldiers. The fact that she, the lord herself, had exposed her bare pussy and ass—and not just that, but she'd only half-covered her chest with her hands, essentially flashing her naked body—didn't faze her as much as one might expect. Still, she seemed lost in thought sometimes, and whenever I snuck a glance to see what was up, she'd glare daggers at me and demand today's quota of cum.
"Slurp... slurp..."
"Lady Veronica, let me have some too..."
"Slurp... slurp... slurp..."
I had no reason to refuse, so I flopped back on the bed and whipped out my cock. Veronica went at it with a touch of irritation, sucking away aggressively. Snow, who hadn't gotten so much as a drop of my cum or even touched my dick in days, drooled as she sidled up to Veronica.
"No! I can't let you suck on something this filthy."
"B-but... only Lady Veronica!"
"?"
"No, only to Lady Veronica! For this kind of thing!"
Veronica shot Snow a fierce glare with her eyes narrowed like axes. She seemed plagued by stray thoughts, unsatisfied, and bit down on my cock—hard enough to nearly sever it one moment, then like a teething puppy gnawing at a nipple the next. Her technique was already clumsy, and now she was just chomping away, so I gently pushed her head aside.
"Little girl, you come serve me."
"Eh?"
"Wh-what?! No! Snow can't!"
Veronica quickly hid Snow behind her back. But I grabbed the girl with a rough hand and shoved my cock straight down her throat.
"Mmph?!"
"Snow!!"
Snow clenched her throat like she'd been waiting for this, squeezing my cock in the most delightful way. She hadn't properly touched it in days—just watched from beside Veronica—so she served me desperately, determined not to miss this chance. Sure, Snow loved me to death, so serving was natural, but... well, before, she'd seen "service" as snack time to snag her favorite treat, my cum. But when I started denying her even a finger on my dick, going full strict mode, she was lost, seeing this new side of Daddy for the first time.
Through repeated training—only serving my cock under my strict orders—and rewards like letting her have it if she obeyed, or pure hell if she acted out (no mercy that day, plus a one-on-one "interview" with Silvaria at night where her ass would swell from the beatings), I'd conditioned her. This "control" training was straight out of orc family education: like taming a beast with treats, I withheld my cum until her behavior pleased me, drilling in our hierarchy—father-daughter, blood kin, yet master and slave. Customized just for Snow.
Service meant putting her master's pleasure first, no matter what. As part of that lesson, I gripped Snow's throat even rougher than usual.
"Guhk! Mmph?! Grgggh!!"
Treated like a mere tool, Snow's eyes welled up with tears of distress. She'd surely try to pull away soon, suffocating.
"Stop it! Snow! Snow!"
Veronica stamped her feet in panic, at a loss. But unlike my usual sly grin, I was pissed too, pistoning into Snow even harder.
"Then do better yourself! Don't get cocky and try biting my dick!"
"When did I ever... to you...!"
Veronica stared at me with trembling eyes. Did she think I couldn't read her mind?
-Slurp slurp slurp-
"I tell you to serve, and you get all uppity with your own thoughts? Fuck, if you're a sow, act like one and focus on making my cock feel good!"
"Mmmphhh?!?!"
Splurt splurt spluuurt!
I blasted cum without a word, and Snow's eyes—clenching tight around my cock—filled with shock before slowly rolling back to show whites. No mercy on her airway; I kept dumping load after load down her throat.
"Puh... haaak... w-wheeeek... ♥"
Pssshhh—
Snow spewed unswallowed cum from her upper mouth and squirted her own juices from below like a fountain, collapsing onto the bed in a faint. Days of teasing her with just enough pleasure to train without breaking, so the long-awaited cum plus the near-death thrill pushed her over the edge.
"Sn-Snow..."
"If it were your daughter, she'd at least clean my cock before passing out. Guess she's still a young bitch? Pathetically fragile."
"You knew that and still treated a child so cruelly—"
"Ah, then you do better yourself!"
"What?"
"If you're a sow, think only of serving your master's cock. Don't get uppity with your own thoughts?"
"M-me, a sow...? Why would I be your sow!"
As Veronica opened her mouth to deny it, demanding I take it back, I sprang from the bed, grabbed her wrist past the fainted Snow, and dragged her toward the door.
"You thought I wouldn't know?"
What she was thinking? Why the sudden rebellion? Normally, she'd yank my arm and resist, but lost in thought, she followed more meekly than expected. Was she biding time to stab me in the back? Wary, I flung open the bedroom door, dragging her along.
"W-wait! What are you doing!"
"Don't yell. The maids and servants are asleep, but the guards are on duty."
"!!"
Was she scared of the orc in Isis Mansion with the lord being exposed? Or her sheer black negligee? Her body went rigid. But she didn't resist my grip.
"Resist all you want; it'll just make you wetter..."
Was she resigning to give me what I wanted? She followed my steps—not dragged, really; more like I held her wrist as we walked. Luxurious lanterns hung at intervals along the corridor walls. No electric brightness; from afar, you could barely make out silhouettes unless up close.
"Stop, stop it! Where are you taking me?"
Veronica tugged my hand, glancing back at her receding bedroom, but I ignored her with a snort and kept going. The corridor lined with portraits of past Isis lords, flanked by armored suits holding halberds like eternal guards. The closer we got, the paler her face grew.
"Y-you don't mean..."
"Kuhuhu..."
"Y-you'd... here, under the sacred gaze of my ancestors... me?!"
Her already pale face drained to ghostly white. I shoved her toward the window.
"Ugh!"
Moonlight filtered through clouds, bathing her in a hazy, mystical glow—like a goddess descended from the moon. And I'd ravage that goddess. My beastly lust surged, ignorant of bounds, and Veronica, glimpsing it in my eyes, backed away.
"Stop! You... if you do this, you'll never, never be forgiven!"
"If I cared about forgiveness, I wouldn't have entered this mansion."
Did she think an orc who fucks knight ladies goes to heaven? Hell was booked post-mortem anyway, so I'd enjoy the mortal coil. Life was hellish enough. Casually, I pulled out my cock—fresh from Snow's throat, slick with fluids. Veronica's trembling eyes darted between it, me, and the ancestral portraits behind.
"Well then, it's been a while..."
"N-no...!"
"That's an order, Veronica."
Serve me.