Veronica's Anxious Longing
Fallen Isis Territory, Lord's Mansion, Veronica's study.
"Lady Veronica?"
"Ah, yes... My apologies."
Startled by the call from the maid who had brought the day's documents for approval, Veronica turned from the window. Had she zoned out again? The maid, seeing Veronica let out a small sigh, spoke cautiously.
"Are you feeling unwell by any chance? This is already the third time today."
"No, I'm not ill. I just... didn't sleep well last night, that's all."
"I'll fetch the physician."
"N-no, that's not necessary. No need to make a fuss."
"Understood."
With a polite bow, the maid retreated briskly, carefully opening and closing the study door behind her.
Once the door clicked shut, "Haa..." Veronica let out a deep sigh, her eyes drifting back to the window as if the documents before her were invisible.
Birds flitted through the garden where lilies bloomed beautifully as always. But Veronica's heart was in turmoil.
"Today as well... he doesn't come..."
Her body ached. Ever since that day—when she'd exposed her naked body before all those men and committed such depraved acts—the orc hadn't visited her.
This was the time when everyone finished lunch and settled into a leisurely afternoon, the very moment he used to appear like a ghost from nowhere. Yet it had been a full week now without a sign of him.
Thankfully, he seemed to be passing along his semen to Snow White for her to deliver to Silveryia. But why wouldn't he come to her?
"Hoo... Focus on work. Isn't it better for me if that bastard doesn't show up anyway?"
She repeated the words to forget him, but just the sight of any man made Veronica tremble as memories flooded back: baring her naked body before countless males, drenched in their semen, writhing in ecstasy, begging the orc for his cock until he finally impaled her and she lost consciousness.
How could she forget? She was the lord of the territory—no matter that she'd hidden her identity—yet under the orc's command, she'd shown her naked form to her own subjects, spread her pussy for them, masturbated to their lustful gazes! That alone was shame enough to hang her head before the ancestors' portraits lining the halls. And then, covered in the cum of her territory's men, rolling in the filthy, stinking dirt, spreading her pussy and begging the orc for his cock...
A chill ran through her. She couldn't forget. Especially that final moment, when his cock plunged into her.
Yes, the orc is obsessed with my body. Wasn't he that day too?
When she'd flirted with other males, he'd pretended disinterest, eyeing Silveryia and the others. But in the end, he'd turned to Veronica, even shoving his cock into her pathetic, cum-soaked form himself.
"Yes, he can't escape me. Do you think your tricks to make me desperate will work on me?"
Even then, he'd teased like he wouldn't fuck her, only to ram it in the moment she spread her pussy. Yes, he'd come to her. With that cock—thicker, longer, more virile than any human male's—he'd tear into her depths and leave her gasping.
Veronica closed her eyes and nodded. She'd just wait.
But in a corner of her heart, unease took root. Why? What was making her anxious?
She asked herself, and the anxiety answered.
That day, when I begged for his cock, he did fuck me—but he didn't creampie me, did he?
So what? He still fucked me. Isn't that proof enough that he prefers my body over Silveryia and Snow White's?
The anxiety replied: Do you really believe that?
Yes, her body rivaled Silveryia's. But beyond that?
Beyond that? What else is there?
Veronica's eyes widened in her mind. The anxiety continued.
Your body might be fine, but have you ever done anything to earn the orc's favor?
Earn his favor? Why would I need that? The orc will fuck any hole he finds on a female, won't he?
Then the inner sow—the anxiety named—spoke up.
What charm do you have? You're so rigid; there's no flexibility even if you scrub your eyes raw looking for it. You've only ever demanded the orc once, that one time.
Suddenly, the sow snapped her fingers with a crack, and Veronica's bedroom appeared below her, as if she were looking down on it.
"Hmph, pfft, come on, hurry up and cum already, you filthy orc."
"Pwease, cum for me! Cum in your cute little sow Snow White's mouth!"
What is this?
Veronica herself was prostrated between the orc's legs, where he lay spread-eagled with Snow White beside him, sucking his massive cock—bigger than her face—while scowling at it. Snow White wagged her ass in front of him, begging for semen.
As Veronica tried to look away from the obscene scene, the sow said:
Look at your face right now. Does that look like an expression a male would find adorable?
Veronica had no retort. The memory ended with the orc cumming in Snow White's mouth.
Yes, it's always been like that. But so what? The orc came like a dog even on other days, treating me the same. What does it matter!
The sow replied: Hmm? Fair enough. Then the reason is clear.
What reason?
You never declared yourself his sow.
What?
Veronica remembered this day well. The next day, while the orc was away, she'd secretly brought in a mage to lift Silveryia's curse.
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"Hyut! Aaang! Stop, not there...!"
She was on all fours, mating like beasts with the orc. Whether he truly knew how to tame livestock or had Silveryia as a textbook example, no one could match his expertise with female bodies.
Slap slap—
"In this bestial position, clenching your pussy tighter every time I spank your ass—what do you mean 'not there,' you masochistic sow!"
"Wr-wrong! I'm not your sow, aaaahhh!!"
Desperately denying his words amid the pleasure to hold onto herself, Veronica felt the orc smack her ass relentlessly.
"I'll forgive you not declaring yourself a sow on the first day, but you're one tough bitch to hold out even now."
"Kihiiiiiik?!?!"
With those words, his finger speared her anus, and Veronica climaxed instantly. She denied it desperately, but her body was no different from a tamed sow's.
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Her pussy now craved cock so badly that after a week without it, she couldn't sleep without masturbating. Her whole body was hypersensitive—nipples perpetually erect, panties soaked at the slightest breeze.
Even watching that memory now made it clear: her body was thoroughly tamed by the orc's touch. He was practically its owner.
That's why, even after masturbating amid those human males, she hadn't cum until the orc finally looked at her.
Yet from their first meeting—when he'd demanded she declare herself his sow in Silveryia's place—to every gasping day after, including the memory she'd just seen, she'd denied his commands. Her cock-hungry body always grumbled and provoked him out of pride.
"Of course! I am Veronica Isis, lord of Isis Territory! How could I debase myself as a fawning sow to an orc!"
The sow sighed in exasperation, then perked up as if spotting something.
"Yes, look at that, and you'll see exactly why the orc isn't embracing you."
"What?"
The sow pointed, and Veronica's eyes snapped open.
"Uuum... Was it just a dream?"
What was that? Had she dozed off at her desk?
Veronica stretched her stiff body. Then, glancing out the window—
"Silveryia? And... that?!"
There was her daughter, Silveryia, leading the orc by the hand—the very orc she'd been desperately longing for—into view.