Veronica's Sow Oath Before the Ancestors
Veronica lifted her head after pissing every last drop onto her own sword—as if determined to erase every trace of the human she once was—and gazed up at me shyly, her face flushed like a bride on her wedding night.
"It's obvious what the answer is, but just to ask... you don't regret it, do you?"
"Yes...♥"
Still on her knees, Veronica looked up at me. Her lips curved into the slightest smile, so beautiful that I found myself staring intently. She seemed embarrassed by my gaze, her smile widening bit by bit, but she never once averted her eyes.
"You gonna get up or what?"
"How could I, when my master hasn't given the order...?"
"That's the kinda thing you can just—"
"No."
Even the smallest things—she wouldn't yield an inch without my command! Her eyes, which had gazed at me moments ago like they were dripping with honey, now blazed with fierce flames.
"If Your Excellency brushes off even these trivial matters, it will soon undermine your dignity and authority. Surely you don't wish to see a lowly sow clambering over you without knowing her place?"
She had a point, now that I thought about it. Imagining it in my head, I pictured Silveryia smirking sadistically as she pressed down on my cock with her foot.
-Come on! Come on! Cry like a boar in heat!
-Oink! Oink oink!
I shuddered. No way. Absolutely not. If it was just light play for fun, fine—but a reversal of master and slave? The mere thought was horrifying.
But sensing my shiver, Veronica averted her eyes slyly and murmured, "O-Of course, if that's what you desire, I could offer such... no! Such depraved play at any time..."
Wait, she just wants to do it herself. A masochistic exhibitionist with sadistic tendencies? A pervert who gets off on public shame?
"Don't get up. Crawl over on all fours and lay your belly across my thigh."
"Yes."
Without a word of protest, Veronica dropped to all fours like a dog. Her legs must have been numb after kneeling so long, but she didn't flinch as she crawled to me and draped her belly over my thigh as ordered.
"Punishment."
Gulp.
She looked up at me with a calm, composed face, but in the end, Veronica was a fallen female knight—a sow who had abandoned her humanity at my hands. As if anticipating what I intended, she let all tension drain from her body. As if begging me to smack her ass right then and there.
"You bitch?!"
"Eek! M-Master?!"
I flipped her over like knocking the table off its legs, and her eyes went wide—she clearly hadn't expected that. Then, as if realizing why I'd done it, she dropped back to her knees and prostrated herself flat before me.
"I-I'm sorry! This lowly cunt has disturbed my master's mood!"
"Tell me your sin."
"I-I insolently relaxed my body without my master's permission..."
"Not that."
"Eh...?"
Veronica faltered. But soon enough, she understood exactly what I meant. She began slamming her forehead against the floor, desperately begging forgiveness.
"This worthless cunt, inferior even to a dog, dared to pollute my master's eyes with her lewd body and tempt him to spank her utterly pathetic ass!"
"I'm not saying to hide your desires, but presumptuously doing things I didn't order? I can't overlook that."
"Please! Please! Forgive me!"
Tears streamed down her face as she pleaded.
"Then punishment. Not spanking your ass like before—something else."
"Any punishment, anything! Just please forgive me...!"
I strode over and flung open the door to Veronica's bedroom. A long corridor stretched out, lined with a red carpet.
"Follow. On all fours."
As I marched out, Veronica immediately obeyed, crawling after me. Not on her knees, but with her ass raised high, trotting eagerly behind.
And then... "...?"
In the hall lined with portraits of her ancestors, Veronica's face twisted in brief bewilderment. She hadn't expected me to come here.
I lay flat on my back beneath one of the portraits, and Veronica circled me on all fours.
"Doesn't the child's sin fall to the mother? Right here before your ancestors, spread your pussy yourself, take my cock inside, and beg forgiveness."
"Woof!"
She seemed startled for a moment, then her expression turned lasciviously slutty. She sniffed around my body, snuffling my scent like a puppy eager to memorize its master's smell, circling me again and again.
And then, "Nngh, nngh," like a dog craving something, she rubbed her head against my foot, pushing insistently.
To Veronica, curled up small and begging mercy, I said:
"Stand on two legs and mount me."
"Yes!"
Standing on two legs makes her speak human words again? Ever the loyal knight, she was thorough in her duties.
Grateful for my mercy, Veronica spread her legs wide in a squat—as if telling her watching ancestors to look even closer—and parted her pussy for them to see.
"Declare yourself a sow. Loudly."
"I, Veronica Isis! From this day forward, become the lowly sex slave and sow of my great master!!! I swear to offer my body and soul to him!!! I am no longer human—no, inferior even to a dog, a beast who will do anything for cock, a utterly depraved sow!!!"
If I'd ordered this not long ago, she'd have glared at me with axe-like eyes and tried to kill me. But now, Veronica shook her hips lewdly, as if using this chance to proclaim her fall to me and her ancestors alike. She displayed her pussy to each portrait in turn.
Someone might hear her voice. No—they definitely would. But Veronica didn't care; she bellowed even louder, veins bulging in her neck.
"Today!!! I pissed on the sword bestowed by the royal family!!! I drank my master's urine!!! And now, before my ancestors, before my mother's portrait, I offer my womb to my master!!! Please, witness this bitch's filthy beastly mating!!!"
Shouting as if to proclaim her corruption to the whole world, her face beet-red, Veronica placed both hands behind her head.
"Oh? Not spreading your pussy with your hands?"
"No... this way, I can feel master's cock even better."
My cock had grown nearly as thick as her forearm, but Veronica lowered herself onto it without a hint of hesitation. Lewd juices dripped from her pussy onto my glans, slowly soaking it, then her entrance kissed my tip with a wet smack.
"Then, if I may. Please enjoy this worthless sow's pathetic pussy."
And with a squelch, my cock plunged into Veronica's pussy. Plunged? It was more like it got sucked right in. Like a snake swallowing an egg whole, she engulfed my massive length and girth in one smooth motion.
"Hngh♥ M-Master's cock... is inside...!"
Smack smack—a kissing sound echoed from where her pussy met my shaft.
But it wasn't a kiss, obviously. So what was making that noise?
"Hahk, hahk, M-Master? How is it?"
I'd imagined it, but feeling her pussy deliberately sucking my cock like this was overwhelming pleasure. Her entire cunt felt like an octopus tentacle lined with suckers. Every fold of her inner walls wrapped around my shaft, suckling it like dozens of tiny mouths.
"Perfect, Veronica."
"Aahh...♥ Such undeserved honor...♥"
Born to be a sow. She could control every muscle in her body—it wasn't an exaggeration to say she'd been made to milk semen from every male in the world. Normally, I'd be scraping her walls, but Veronica was different. Solely for my pleasure, her pussy meat scraped and massaged my glans instead.
"Now's the time. Open your womb."
"Yesss♥"
At my words, something chewy and eager pressed against my glans from within, kissing it hungrily. Veronica's womb.
"Master, my womb is ready!"
She must have been dying to impale her womb on my cock, but even this required my permission. Drooling at the mouth, addicted to my dick, she held onto her reason for this moment alone.
I nodded silently.
And then—the intense pleasure enveloping my cock—!
"Wrapping my cock with your womb runs in the family!"
Mother like daughter, or rather daughter like mother this time. Though slightly oddly phrased, unlike Silveryia—who'd trained her womb clamping postnatally—Veronica's was pure innate talent. Her inverted-triangular womb reshaped itself to my cock's form, adsorbing it perfectly from the very first grip.