No Curse Detected
A few days later, in Veronica's office.
"I must be going mad. There's no other explanation...!"
What on earth had possessed her to do such things? A few days prior, lounging in a sheer negligee, she'd paraded her body before the soldiers, indulging in utterly depraved, unspeakable lewd acts that now haunted her every thought, refusing to fade. Whenever she opened her eyes, that vile orc leered down at her with a sleazy, vulgar grin. Closing them brought visions of him there too, swinging his filthy cock. Even wandering the mansion to escape him briefly felt futile—the maids and servants seemed to whisper as she passed.
It was all the orc's doing. Not content with raping her daughter, he'd forced that absurd contract on Veronica herself, extending his tentacles further, not even hiding his lust from Snow White, that innocent child. A true villain they could never share the sky with!
Veronica glanced around cautiously.
"He's... not here right now?"
The orc wasn't always glued to her side. Sometimes he clung like a leech despite her pleas to leave; other times, he vanished entirely. For Veronica, bound by the curse on Sylvia that demanded his semen, his unpredictable appearances—frantically sought one moment, then materializing at night—drove her to the brink of insanity. Lately, though, his absences had grown more frequent. Part of her heart sank at the thought, but another part sighed in relief.
"Hmph. But he never suspected I'd sneak in a mage for an examination while he was away. That dullard."
Exploiting the patterns in his comings and goings, she'd secretly summoned mages skilled in curses to inspect Sylvia.
Knock knock knock.
"Lady Veronica?" The familiar voice brought a spark of joy. Veronica shot to her feet before the words even finished.
"Enter."
The office door creaked open. In stepped a mage cloaked in robes that shrouded his face, gripping a staff adorned with a sinister crystal orb.
"Well? What did you find?"
This was the mage she'd entrusted with Sylvia's examination, renowned for curse detection and analysis. Bringing him here had cost a fortune, but for her daughter, no sum was too great. Veronica urged him on impatiently.
Even a beauty of her caliber, eyes sparkling with anticipation, might stir impure thoughts in a lesser man. But true to his professional reputation, the mage didn't flinch.
"First, before the results: the examination of Lady Sylvia proceeded without incident or error."
"Mm. And? The outcome?"
"The results are..."
Tension peaked. Surely it wasn't an unbreakable curse? Veronica swallowed hard, her parental instincts kicking in before he even finished.
"No curses were detected."
"...What? Pardon?"
Veronica blanked out, convinced she'd misheard. She pressed him again, but the answer remained the same.
"Lady Sylvia's body shows no trace of any curse."
"Are you certain? Truly, absolutely no anomalies?"
"The primary scan revealed nothing. We did note traces on her lower abdomen initially, but they proved inert and ineffective, so we excluded them."
"Primary...?"
There had been a curse. But now it was powerless. Veronica relaxed slightly, then inquired about further tests.
"Yes. To explain briefly, the primary scan uses magic to probe every corner of the body..."
"Skip the details—what's the secondary test?"
Her brief relief at "no anomalies" curdled back into anxiety.
"The secondary requires a blood sample from Lady Sylvia, if you'll pardon the imposition."
"Blood?"
"Yes. Certain curses that parasitize or manipulate via blood demand precise analysis of a sample."
"Then do it now."
"That's just it..."
"What? If it's money, name your price."
"Cost is no issue, but I left the necessary equipment at my distant research lab."
"..."
"So, if I may be so bold: could we collect the sample today and send the results via messenger bird once analyzed?"
Mages were notoriously secretive about their labs—an unspoken rule. This one hailed from far away, by Veronica's reckoning.
"How long?"
"Traveling there on foot takes at least a week, plus analysis..."
"Short answer."
"Up to two weeks, my lady."
Veronica eyed the profusely apologetic mage with displeasure, then pulled a hefty coin purse from her desk drawer and handed it over. It jingled promisingly.
"What's this...?"
"Travel funds. I'll write a letter—head to the stables, take a horse, and make haste."
"Thank you! I won't disappoint!"
"Go, then. Quickly."
Not just the gold, but a horse too! The mage bowed eagerly and scurried out.
The door clicked shut. Veronica turned to the window, eyes complex.
"No curse at all... is that possible?"
Then what? The orc deserved death, plain and simple. But... but...
She closed her eyes softly.
Yes, her cursed entanglement with that loathsome orc was finally over. She'd reclaim her role as the respected lord, enjoying peaceful days with her grown daughter. Snow White would be free too...
...and in that peace, serving the orc's cock alongside her semen-drenched daughter...
"?!?!?!"
What depraved fantasy! Peaceful days! Peaceful! Too naive—now even idle thoughts summoned him. Shaking her head vigorously, Veronica shut her eyes again, envisioning tranquility.
Yes, on a sunny day in the garden with Sylvia and Snow White, maids trailing behind, strolling naked as the orc drags us like dogs on leashes, fawning over his thick, sturdy cock...
"Eek?!"
She bolted up, clapping a hand over her mouth to stifle a scream. No sound escaped, but she slapped her cheeks, muttering.
"I'm mad! Utterly mad!"
Her body might have been defiled, but her spirit remained unbroken—she'd sworn it. Yet these lewd visions assaulted her relentlessly!
Calm down, calm yourself, Veronica Isis!
Deep breaths. More deep breaths. She gazed out at the territories below the manor, glancing furtively around.
"Yes, I... I, whew... parading naked before the people—no, aaaaaah!!"
Crash!
An innocent glass cup met its end that day. And with it—
"Hey! What's got you all worked up?"
"Gah?!"
The orc popped up at the window, bare-chested. Veronica toppled backward, landing hard on her ass.
"What?! Why are you there?!"
No way—he didn't see me with the mage, did he?
Unpredictable beast. If he sniffed out her scheming...
Cold sweat trickled down her back.
"Why the face?"
She flinched.
"What do you mean? This is my usual expression."
"Yeah, yeah, you're poker-faced unless something major hits. Still, something's off..."
The orc hopped lightly over the sill into the office. He sniffed.
"!!"
"Hmm... smells like something..."
This perceptive bastard!
Veronica paled as he prowled, sniffing around. A human might be fooled, but an orc's senses dwarfed theirs.
What now? What to do?
He's an orc, sure. Even if he smells it, how much can he really—
"Hmm... not the locals' scent. They all reek of that thick lily perfume everywhere. This? Mage stink..."
"!!"
Veronica nearly collapsed. Her legs trembled, sweat beading.
Is there no other way...?
Eyes squeezed shut. Unwilling, but necessary—even if it meant—
Squelch...
"Nngh..."
"Huh?"
Masturbating lewdly before the orc.
"Hm...?"
As expected, he tilted his head at her sudden display. Bizarre, suspicious even. But that wasn't her goal.
"Ahh... haa... you wicked orc... what have you done to my body now...!"
She was awakening the bitch in heat, coaxing out her juices desperately. That lecherous orc would pounce in triumph.
"Hm? Am I imagining it? Or is this slutty bitch scent masking it?"
He mocked her openly. Rage boiled, but she perched on the desk, spreading her legs wide for his view.
Soon he'd snap, overcome by base lust! Eyes closed, she preheated herself for his cock.
"Ho, hoo..."
But he just watched, arms crossed?
Panic flickered in her eyes. Why wasn't he—
"What, obvious. You called a mage while I was gone to check Sylvia."
"!!"
Caught. Red-handed. Denial was futile—he was certain. Maybe he'd known all along!
Anything—anything to protect Sylvia! Veronica slid off the desk, dropping to her knees—until he hooked her armpit and hauled her up.
"What...?"
"Kneel for my cock when you're begging like a sow. On your naked knees to declare yourself my sow. That's what kneeling means to me."
His hand caressed her cheek. She stared blankly.
"Eh, I figured you'd try something sneaky eventually. But too predictable. Why lump me in with other orcs?"
"Please, at least spare Sylvia..."
"Yeah, yeah. But tonight, prepare for punishment."
"Punishment...?"
She murmured blankly. Punishment: he'd ravage her, inevitably. But what kind?
Like last time, parading in underwear before the soldiers? Or...?
Fantasies flooded: fellating him before ancestors' portraits, flirting with troops while impaled beside them. Thrilling—no, horrifying. She shuddered, and like Eden's serpent, the orc whispered.
"Think of it as extending last time. You'll love it."
"Ah...♥"
Love juices gushed from Veronica's pussy.