Veronica's Ultimate Surrender
In the lewdly ambitious evening light, Veronica sat at the table beside her bedroom, staring at a single scrap of paper in tormented conflict. Just a few hours earlier, the moment she'd laid eyes on the messenger bird before her, she'd instantly known who had sent it. The 'Mage'—the one who'd made her dance naked before human males, forcing her to endure the unthinkable in her life!
Recalling that moment anew, Veronica felt her body tremble as she reached out, plucked the paper tied to the bird's ankle, and watched it vanish in a puff of smoke with a pop!. But she hadn't unfolded the paper right there. She was afraid. What if it said no curse detected? What would become of her then? The resolve she'd made in the garden earlier—to swear obedience to the Orc—began to waver in her heart.
Time dragged on, and now, in this anxious moment where she half-expected the Orc to burst in any second, she still hadn't dared open that insignificant scrap. And as if mirroring her hesitation, her sword stood propped on the table beside her—the blade given to her personally by Olivia, her comrade from knight academy days when she was still a princess, now Her Majesty the Queen.
It's time to decide. Veronica squeezed her eyes shut and unfolded the paper.
"..."
To the esteemed Lady Veronica Isis,
[Esoteric magical jargon filled the page—arcane terms like sympathetic resonance harmonics, ethereal flux bindings, and quantum curse vectors, explained in excruciating, rambling detail beyond Veronica's comprehension.]
In conclusion—and this experiment [heavily crossed out with X marks]—I hereby confirm that Lady Silveryia Isis's body bears no curse whatsoever.
Your faithful servant,
The Mage
"No curse..." She'd been tricked. She'd suspected it from the start when he'd spouted that absurd tale of a curse, but her actions—always preparing for the worst—had merely played into the Orc's hands. How much must he have mocked her, watching her flail powerlessly, unable to act?
Crumple. The paper in Veronica's hand crumpled weakly. Clutching the scrap, she gripped her sword propped on the table.
"He said he'd come today. Fine—I'll just cleave him in two with this blade then."
No more games. Kill him, return to the old days with Silveryia. Yes—even take Snow White as an adopted daughter. Unlike Silveryia, who'd feigned stoicism in her youth to mimic Veronica, that playful child could bring back the past. Everything back to its rightful place.
"Yes, that's it. Everything will be fine."
But in that instant, ripples stirred in her heart again. Really? Will everything truly return to normal?
Veronica answered the doubt that wouldn't settle. "Of course. This was all the Orc's doing from the start."
Then what happens to me if you kill the Orc?
"I'll return to my old life. Simple as that. Ah..."
Her old life? Her old life... A panorama of her past life flashed through Veronica's mind—from childhood, to entering knight academy, to swinging her sword on battlefields, culminating in scenes of her as a lord revered and loved by all.
"I hate it," Veronica murmured.
Why? She liked her current self. She didn't yearn to go back. She couldn't refuse or let go of this newfound pleasure she'd never known before. If only she'd remained ignorant from the start! If only she'd never awakened to these primal female instincts tied to breeding!
Veronica resented her late husband for clumsily awakening her female urges before dying. That pathetic little-dicked bastard! Smaller than the Orc's, neither thick nor enduring, a lowly human whose stamina was worthless—he'd just grunt, cum alone, and call it satisfaction.
But the Orc was different. He could pound her until she begged for mercy, fill her belly to bursting with semen, use her body like a tool whenever he wanted—a magnificent male.
After countless encounters with his cock, her latent female instincts had blossomed. Now, even a breeze brushing her nipples sent her into heat. She was a full-fledged bitch, and only the Orc could quench her fire. Her mind might resist, but her body was beyond return. She'd always crave his cock, hunger for his seed.
Yes! Then make him my personal fucktoy!
But that thought soon vanished. The Orc she knew was vile, wicked—uncaring of her convenience, trampling and ravaging her. A great male who hid nothing, taking what he wanted by any means.
"Yes... I was always a sow deep down."
Being stripped bare before her people at his command, enduring their shame—it thrilled her. At first, it was the humiliation from those she protected, the voyeuristic thrill surging through her body. But it was all because he'd allowed it. From the start, he'd satisfied her hidden exhibitionism, letting her flaunt herself to lesser males.
Or so Veronica believed. In truth, the Orc had done it solely to break her, stumbling upon her fetish by chance—like catching a mouse while chasing a cow. But Veronica knew none of that; her mind brimmed only with praise for the Orc who saw through her completely.
Anyway—not now, but soon, she'd copulate obscenely with him before them, birth his child under their contemptuous gazes. Just imagining it made her pussy itch. She wanted his baby right now.
But the sharp Orc must have realized by now that the "curse" on Silveryia was a lie from the start. Would he really come to her room?
Veronica pondered deeply. Fine—for now, if he comes, I'll embrace him first and gauge his intentions. Decide then: kill him, or submit.
This choice shaped her future; surely she deserved one final gamble in her life.
As Veronica schemed, the door burst open—bang!
"Miss me? Were you lonely without your master?"
"Wh-who would... miss a worm like you...!"
He'd come. The one she'd desperately awaited. As her bedroom door flew open, the Orc—the one she'd longed for all week—finally entered.
The sight of him sparked an urge to prostrate and swear fealty, but Veronica held back with iron will. In this pivotal moment, deciding her new master as a knight, she'd nearly blown it. Clearing her throat awkwardly, the Orc grinned slyly.
"Oh? Looks like you were lonely without me."
"Hmph. Without you, it was paradise. Why not drop dead right now?"
Her words were sharp and defiant as ever, refusing him any control. But Veronica was fully prepared. She wore the sheer negligee he'd once forced on her, had bathed in scented water, and slathered her body with fine perfume and oils—primed for him, thanks to that note.
"Now, slide your panties aside and show me that pussy."
"Hmph, no progress at all."
Even as she sneered, Veronica slinked seductively to her bed and reclined gracefully. "Here—the pussy you've been craving."
Her slit twitched hungrily, begging for his cock, as she mocked him. The Orc smirked. "Playing hard to get, eh?"
Squelch!
"Nngh?! Y-yes! It's... it's here! After a whole week... tasting cock again...!"
Veronica shuddered as his massive shaft cleaved her folds, stuffing her pussy full. This is it! What I've craved!
"Can't live without me now, huh? Where's that knight who swore she'd never break?"
"Sh-shut up! As if I'd yield to your tricks!"
Gasping as his cock battered her womb entrance like a ram, Veronica clenched desperately, denying him her deepest core.
"Hmm, still won't give up that womb?"
"If you want it, break through yourself. You could if you tried—scared you can't?"
Indeed, her womb defenses had weakened since that first violation. Once fortified by hatred and resistance, constant sow-training had eroded her barriers to the brink of collapse.
Veronica anticipated the ultimate pleasure of womb-fucking. Even now, teetering on the edge, she taunted him. Come on—ram that cock into my womb! Drive me insane!
But—"No, I won't."
"Eh?!"
The Orc's voice deepened, tone grave—not his usual playful mockery. As Veronica opened her mouth to question, he flipped her atop him in cowgirl—a position they'd never tried, given his wariness of her attacks.
She braced her hands on his belly, unaccustomed. He placed his on hers—right over her womb.
"Open your womb yourself. Welcome my cock."
"What?!"
She wasn't dull; she grasped it. "You want me to fall...? Become your sow...?"
"..."
Instead of answering, he bucked his hips. Veronica moaned ahn-ahn, torn between ecstasy and anguish. Myself... directly...
He demanded she declare her own fall—her transformation into a sow, her submission, offering everything.
What... what should I do? She'd resolved to submit by day, but faced with the moment, she hesitated.
Sensing it, the Orc leaned up, whispering in her ear: "Your body remembers. My cock, my cum—the moments I tamed you."
How could she forget? Every agonizing instant, back to their first meeting. She felt his rigid shaft—poised to impregnate—gripping her walls. More... I want more of his cum... in my pussy, my womb!
"And you know I lied to you."
"!!"
He'd figured it out? That the "curse" on Silveryia was fake?
"Say you'll be my sow. I'll slam my cock into your womb, flood it with my filthy Orc seed. If you won't fall, no hesitation—kill me. Everything returns to normal, right?"
He snapped his hips, hugging her waist. Having tasted him once, her mind filled with cock-lust. Womb... womb-sex! I'm already delirious—imagine his cum direct in there!
He hadn't fled, despite knowing all. Resolved to corrupt her.
Realizing that, she had no more doubts.
Squelch! A tearing sound echoed in the bedroom.
"Ah, aaah...♥"
"You opened your womb yourself."
"Yes...♥"
His cock plunged deep into her belly, piercing toward her womb's ceiling. Arms around his neck, Veronica cried out: "Cock! Cock in my womb—it's amazing! Nothing like plain pussy-fucking! Huge! Thick! I'm gonna cum right now!!"
Every pulse throbs through me...!
"Haah... haaah...♥"
The glans prying her cervix felt divine. Swelling even larger inside made her mad. Too good... this is true...!
"W-wait, just a moment, please."
Not yet. This wasn't enough to prove her loyalty. Panting around the cock swimming in her womb like a fish, she carefully dismounted and stood.
To show her vow and pledge.
"Watch me, Master."
Veronica stepped from the bed, shed her negligee to stand naked, took her sword from the table, and placed it carefully at the Orc's feet as he lounged on the bed. Kneeling, hands clasped on the floor, she bowed her head to his feet.
"I, Veronica Isis, acknowledge my defeat before my great Master. I swear here to become his sex slave, his sow, his toilet. If Master desires, I'll gladly spread my legs anytime; become a human cocksleeve ready for his shaft; fill my belly with his piss and cum until I die. I shall live for my great Master and his noble cock. Thus, forgive this lowly sow's past rudeness, and accept the loyalty of your sex-processing slave, breeding sow, and walking toilet—Veronica."
No solemnity like her first knight's oath before the royals—just a depraved sow's pledge. But Veronica's heart pounded uncontrollably. Too tense—her heart might burst. What if he refused? No, she couldn't live without him. If rejected, she'd die right there. Please... please...
Swoosh.
"!!"
The Orc silently gazed at the groveling Veronica, then rose, knelt on one knee before her, and looked down at her trembling form.
"Lift your head."
"Y-yes..."
Cautiously, she obeyed.
"Aah...♥"
His—her Master's—cock towered before her nose. She gasped in awe. He said nothing, but she knew. Though she spoke not, she understood his desire.
On all fours, she crawled to him. No longer human—she'd be bitch or sow as he wished, vowing never to stand on two legs without permission.
Mwah. Squatting like a dog, Veronica kissed his cock delicately. Fishy, foul, repulsive—yet the scent that corrupted her, that broke her. Eyes closed, she savored it. What overflowing honor!
Just his acceptance of her oath filled her with such joy she nearly wept. But before she could bask—
"Bark like a dog."
"Woof! Woof woof woof!"
"Perform tricks."
"Woof woof!"
No hesitation. Grinning brightly, Veronica barked, scampered on all fours around the room, rolled belly-up like a dog. The knight once revered by all was gone—only the bitch gleefully obeying, barking, frolicking, exposing herself remained.
"Good girl. Come here—straddle your sword."
"Woof!"
She crawled over and squatted atop her blade.
"Open wide—time for a reward."
"Woof!"
His twitching cock told her what was coming. Beaming, she gaped eagerly. Staring expectantly, he grinned.
Spurt-spurt-spurt—
"Drink it all."
Yellow piss gushed from his cock into her mouth.
Gulp gulp gulp.
No revulsion, no pause. She'd awaited this. Aaah, Master's piss...! So good! More, more—I want to drink forever!
Once repulsive, now nectar from her Master. An Orc pissing in the mouth of a former knight—and her gulping it shamelessly! Mad? Yes, I'm mad. Lost my mind. What female wouldn't for such a stud?
Despite the long stream, she drank without choking—like Silveryia before. As it weakened—smooooch! He shoved his cock in, letting her suck the last drops clean. Tongue-polishing it, she withdrew, knelt, and bowed again.
"Thank you—I drank it all."
"Good sow."
"A Master's toilet's duty, of course."
Spurt-spurt—
Though her words were demure, a single praise sent her to ecstasy—she pissed herself unwittingly. Coincidence? Or intent? Between her legs lay her sword—Veronica Isis the knight's everything—now soaking in her urine.
"I am Master's eternal sow...♥"
By soiling the Queen's gifted blade, she pledged loyalty once more, bidding farewell to her human past and embracing her rebirth as the Orc's devoted sow, Veronica.