Why Her and Not Me?
'Why? Why with Sylvia?' Veronica felt a pang of doubt, but there was no time to hesitate—she vaulted over the windowsill. As a lord and a knight, she had to maintain her dignity, but right now, she had no spare attention for such trivialities. She trampled the meticulously tended flowerbeds in her pursuit of the orc.
'What do I even say when I catch up to him?' Just glimpsing his back made her heart race like a schoolgirl in the throes of her first crush. She'd never felt this way even when reuniting with her late husband! A sharp tingle shot through Veronica's lower belly, her nipples hardening into stiff peaks. But before anything else, she needed answers: why had her own daughter dragged the orc off like that? With that resolve burning in her chest, Veronica chased them into the garden embroidered with pristine lilies.
Was the orc seducing Sylvia to do something to her? If so, she'd interrogate him—and at the same time, uncover why he hadn't come for her. 'He couldn't possibly be bored of my body!' In truth, the latter motive loomed larger. Unlike Sylvia's soft, yielding flesh or Snow White's taut, chewy allure, Veronica took pride in her own form. She was worlds away from the self-deprecating words she'd spat at the orc back then: a woman like me isn't worth fucking.
Her excuse—not quite an excuse—was this: 'Sure, I'm older than the others, but look at this body! Breasts bigger than Sylvia's! I'm no virgin, but if my tightness rivals one, there's no reason he wouldn't come for me!' Only the orc's wicked hands, developing every inch of her, had revealed that truth. But with her mind consumed by unraveling the mystery(?) of the orc, Veronica snorted hot breaths and charged after him.
To drag Sylvia into the lily garden—the holy sanctum for those bearing the Isis name! What the hell was he thinking?! Even though she'd seen and felt Sylvia leading him away with her own eyes, disappointment, a twisted jealousy, and resentment at being ignored warped her memory. Step by step, as she closed in, the throbbing in her lower belly announced his nearness. His scent, the traces of pheromones from a mighty male, the lewd aura that drove females into heat—it made her tremble.
Hiding behind the hedge near where she sensed him, Veronica took deep breaths. "Sip~ Haa~" What would she do if she found the orc? Beg him to quench the fire raging in her body after a week without him? No—her pride wouldn't allow it. Then what? Strip naked, thrust her pussy at him, and hurl provocative taunts? She'd come for answers, yet now she salivated at the thought of his cock impaling her.
'Yeah, he might grumble about me deep down, but one look at this juicy pussy and he'll ram it in.' Nodding to herself, Veronica plotted a scenario: she'd "stumble upon" them by chance. She was about to step out toward him when—
"Hnngaaaah♥"
"!!"
Sylvia's sweet moan from beyond the hedge halted her cold. Followed by the obscene slap-slap-slap of flesh on flesh.
"N-No way…?" Her mind already painted the scene in vivid detail. Right here, in the Isis sanctum, those two were coupling like beasts. Peeking out despite knowing full well—like someone who had to taste shit to confirm it was miso—Veronica craned her neck.
And there: "Chuuup, churrrslurp! J-Juuin-nim! Kisshu! Kiiisshuuuu♥"
"S-Sylvia…"
Impaled on the orc's cock, limbs wrapped around his neck and waist, Sylvia demanded deeper kisses, twining her tongue with his proffered one. Veronica froze on the spot. Even as he thrust indifferently, like wielding a tool, Sylvia showed no pain—only desperate invitation, slurping greedily at his tongue.
'Th-That kiss… he's never done that with me!' The orc's tongue invading her mouth, licking her teeth, her own tongue, every corner with his filthy, reeking slab—forcing his saliva down her throat! 'Such a rough, savage kiss…! H-How good must it feel, tasting his scent straight in your mouth and nose? If he kissed me like that, I'd probably pass out on the spot!' Veronica shoved her fingers into her mouth, sucking them like his tongue. Saliva gulped audibly.
"Maaasteeer!! More, give me moooore! Scratch me raw! Stir up Sylvia's slutty pussy deeeeper with that thick cock no human dick can match—deeeeperrr!!"
'Who might hear you screaming like that?!' Even if this garden was restricted to Isis kin, sound could escape! The whole mansion would hear those lewd cries, scour the place to find the culprit—and discover that sight…!
"Haa… haa…♥"
Before she knew it, Veronica envisioned herself skewered on the orc's cock. Overlaying her image onto Sylvia's. She imagined the servants' shocked faces at her impalement. Her panties lay discarded, soaked through; her pussy gaped in his cock's shape, wide enough for her whole hand, which now plunged in.
"Dragging an orc into your family's holy ground? You're out of your mind."
"Yesss! Sylvia's gone mad for Master's cock! While Mother's suffering every humiliation to save me, I'm chasing my desires, taking orc cock deeeep!!"
'Aaah…'
Sylvia's eyes rolled back, face a mask of depravity as she wailed. Veronica couldn't look away, fingers scraping her inner walls.
"What a slut. What would your mother say?"
"!!"
'Don't say it, Sylvia—don't! I have to endure… for my sake…' If she spoke, he'd have no reason to seek Veronica out!
"I'm sorry, Mooother!! I'm a bitch defeated by my lust! I couldn't forget Master's cock and spread my pussy for it myself—a whore knight! Failed Isis! Failed human! Orc sowww!!"
"Ah…!"
Sylvia's defeat and sow declaration buckled Veronica's knees. She collapsed. It was over. Everything was over. 'What have I done—what humiliations have I endured, doing whatever you commanded…!' Despair and betrayal surged—not at Sylvia, but the orc. 'In the end, you prefer the young and tender!' He'd remade her body to crave his cock, his touch; crushed her resistance, defiled and humiliated her; conditioned her to near-madness without it—yet now he fell for Sylvia's youthful beauty!
"That's my good sow."
"Aaah, thank youuu!!"
I'll kill him. Kill them all! The faithless(?) orc, her daughter clinging to him—every last one! Eyes blazing murder, Veronica lunged—
But the orc spoke.
"This is why I fuck sows. Just declare yourself a sow, and I'd dote on you like this. But your mother clings to her pride, resists, lies! I'm tired of it."
Veronica's feet skidded to a halt. 'H-He really didn't come because of that?!' Her inner bitch had been right?!
Sylvia, on all fours like a dog, took his cock as she spoke: "Aha! You made me like this—were you after Mother too…? Clever boy!"
"Just you? That little brat chasing you already declared herself my sow ages ago—clings to me daily, offering her virginity."
Snow White too?! Veronica reeled, but it clicked. With sows declaring ownership, he had no need for defiant bitches like her. Bluntly, even she'd choose the same. Meaning: 'The real reason he didn't come… was my pride all along!' Her own doing…! Tears traced her cheek. Unlike her mother, her daughter wailed beastly on orc cock.
Pang-pang-pang!
"Now, review time! What does my sow do?"
"Aaang! Anything for Masterrr!!"
Unsatisfied, the orc gripped her swinging tits: "More detail!"
"F-For Master's pleasure, I offer my bo—daaah?!"
"Wrong!" Slap!
"Kya aaaah?!"
His pot-lid hand smacked her ass; she writhed. He'd keep spanking till she satisfied him. 'Dullard.' Veronica sneered at her daughter taking blows for failing her master. She'd have answered better. As if reading her, the orc stomped the collapsed Sylvia: "No cock till you give the right answer!"
"N-Nooo! Forgive meee!!"
No mercy—he crushed her belly, splattering semen on innocent lilies, then yanked her hair, dragging her screaming. "Damn, guess I gotta hit up her mom? I'll check later."
'!!'
Veronica's eyes bulged; hope flickered. Blind to her daughter's plight, she clung to his mutter: he'd come tonight.
Appearing where they'd vanished, Veronica fingered the orc's semen on the lilies. Luck. Her last chance from the gods. Sylvia failed to satisfy him. But if she did tonight? Declared herself sow, slave? She nearly slurped the yellow, sticky, reeking load—but stopped.
"No! My body isn't mine anymore. What slave steals her master's seed without permission?!"
'Right—from that underground cell, offering myself, I was his.' Impulse raged, but she endured. A latecomer like her could catch—and surpass—Sylvia and Snow White. She wouldn't blow it.
"Prepare—yes, prepare!"
Veronica bolted to her office. Panties abandoned in the garden? Some lucky soul would snag them. Servants questioned her over Sylvia's distant moans—she ignored them. Dignity meant nothing for a sow. Leaping through the window, she returned.
And—
"Ah…!"
A messenger bird perched on her desk.