The Captured Peacock - 1
They faced each other once more.
This time, the outcome had reversed — and they stood face to face.
It was only an orc and a handful of soldiers, but among the beastfolk, a frail bird beastman and a dog beastman never stood a chance of winning.
"Lumina, was it?"
"That is correct…"
The peacock, thoroughly caught, had no strength left to flee. Even if she ran, shaking off people who had predicted her path this far would have been impossible.
"I am Lumina, once called a strategist…"
She could only face the situation before her with what composure she had left. Breath tight in her chest, Lumina steadied her breathing as best she could and spoke.
"Well, things being what they are, you'll come along quietly, right?"
"Very well. I understand…"
Having said so, Lumina glanced at the scruffy beastman beside her. A gray dog beastman of the ordinary sort — the kind that embodied the common traits of the dogfolk. An unremarkable beastman among beastfolk, and standing next to Lumina, he looked even more washed out.
"If it is at all possible… might you at least release my attendant?"
It was the last request of a woman who had already given up. And since what the orc wanted from the start was the dazzling peacock beauty herself, she could dare to hope for a scrap of mercy.
"Well, I can look her over lightly and let her go."
"I have left no letters or anything of the sort upon her person… I am grateful for the kindness."
Having secured her subordinate one last time, Lumina… sank back down where she stood.
"Why aren't you coming?"
"Ah… would there happen to be a carriage?"
Peacocks were exceedingly frail. She had already exhausted herself running for her life. In the end, the enemy commander who had broken her had been forced to carry her here on his back. She tried to look unbothered, but her face could not help flushing.
The orc settlement.
No — calling this a settlement would be a stretch.
Rather than a tribal hut, the room felt more like high-end lodgings. When she extended the faint, sensitive sensors unique to bird beastfolk, she could just barely detect a thin current of mana flowing through the chamber.
Is there a race here that uses magic?
Magic of this sort was beyond ordinary mages.
Just who cast something like this?
But she did not have long to dwell on it. An orc had entered, and such trivial worries were pushed aside at once.
The peacock frowned, then opened her mouth.
"So. You want my body? Do as you please."
An ordinary orc would already have thrown himself on her. This one clearly possessed more intelligence than the rest. But an orc was still an orc.
"Hmm. There's still a lot to prepare, though?"
When Lumina saw the succubus accompanying the orc, surprise crossed her face. A great quantity of some liquid, sealed in containers.
"W-what is that?"
Lumina regarded the unfamiliar objects with full wariness.
"Well, I did a little studying on beastfolk myself."
"To grasp our habits, then?"
"No. To figure out how to raise your sensitivity."
With that, he brought the ominous object right up to Lumina's face.
Hiss.
"W-what is—?"
"Ah, beastfolk are sensitive to scent, right?"
Instinctively, she drew breath through her nose rather than her mouth. And she understood at once.
An aphrodisiac?
She coughed hard, trying to expel the fragrance she had instinctively inhaled.
"Hey, you shouldn't spit that out. This stuff's pretty precious in its own way."
Gornakh stepped in and lightly covered Lumina's mouth. Lightly or not, breathing through her mouth became impossible, so she had no choice but to draw the aphrodisiac in through her nose.
Hiss.
"Mmph—!!"
When the scent was sprayed again, the peacock recoiled as if she were inhaling poison gas.
"Wow. More resistance than I expected."
Even so, before an orc it was nothing more than the thrashing of a chicken being dragged to the slaughterhouse.
"Succubi, get over here and help."
"Yes."
The succubi approached as if long accustomed to situations like this, binding cords around each of Lumina's wrists and ankles. Then they carried her to the bed and tied her fast to its four corners.
"I'm not particularly fond of holding a woman who's full of nothing but disgust, you see."
"An orc saying such a thing. Live long enough and one truly sees everything."
Her manner of speech was still that elegant, archaic register, but far less composure clung to her voice than before.
"An orc is still an orc in the end. Well, I won't howl like some common wench, if that is what you mean."
At those words, an amusing idea occurred to the orc. Of course, that amusing idea would not prove beneficial to the woman before him.
"Then how about I make you a bet?"
"What, an orc who knows how to wager… Very well. Let me hear it."
"I won't touch you unless you ask me to."
"Hmm?"
The peacock regarded this sky-ignorant, arrogant orc with a peculiar expression.
Is there truly an orc this cunning?
But the terms themselves were not a bad proposal for Lumina. Assuming, of course, that the orc kept every promise — so long as she did not open her mouth, he would not lay a hand on her. An orc that arrogant would not easily take back words he had spoken aloud.
I think I know what he is counting on as well.
"Ah, very well. Do so, then."
But in Lumina's estimation, this would be the orc's defeat. She had ample reason to think so. Even after inhaling all of that aphrodisiac earlier, her sensitivity had not seemed to rise much. In the end, whatever counsel the orc had sought would amount to nothing.
If he is relying on nothing more than this single aphrodisiac… well, I was startled at first, but it leaves little impression.
"Alright, then…"
At once, a mask sealed her mouth. It was called a mask, but it forced her lips shut, so breathing was compelled through the nose alone.
Hiss. Hiss.
The aphrodisiac sprayed again. But once more, it seemed to mean little…
Hnn♡
Except that the succubi were not only spraying the drug — they were fondling her bare body as well.
These creatures…♡
And they began caressing her with pinpoint accuracy along every erogenous line, stroking her sex precisely to draw her sensitivity higher and higher.
Hiss. Hiss♡
The aphrodisiac that had seemed to have no effect at first… as she kept breathing it in, a hazy feeling stole over her.
No…♡
A pinch.
"Hnn♡"
The succubi's fingers zeroed in on her clitoris and nipples and pressed the assault without pause.
Ah, no.
She could not finish in front of this orc. But—
"Hiek…♡"
I'm going, I'm going…
It was a disgraceful thought to have before her enemies, and yet—
Huh?
She did not finish. The succubi pulled their hands away at the exact instant before release.
These creatures…
Only then did Lumina understand: the orc and the succubi had no intention of letting her come. They meant only to torment her.
"Alright, you lot keep at it. I'll go check on a few other things."
Wait — he's leaving me like this?
The orc who had looked ready to throw himself on her at any moment truly walked out of the room. Gornakh was the sort of orc who saved the tastiest bite for last. For that, he could endure any amount of time spent aging her in the slow torment of denied pleasure.
Just how long…♡
From that point on, Lumina sank into a torment of pleasure she had never imagined. The succubi attacked her more relentlessly than she had expected. No doubt part of it was that they found a flamboyant beastman like a peacock entertaining to play with. For the victim, of course, it meant being tormented by succubi in a hell of pleasure.
I'm going…
Ah…♡
Again and again they drove her to the brink of climax and stopped just short. When exhaustion finally dragged her into sleep, they raised her sensitivity so that she would not truly rest.
Hiss. Hiss♡
Tremble. Tremble♡
The aphrodisiac that had once seemed useless now made her body flinch and shudder from a single spray. Slick arousal already ran freely from her sex; a body that had never known a man was instinctively begging for a male. Even amid that pleasure, all she could do was roll her eyes this way and that and leak fluid on the edge of climax.
"Been well?"
The orc addressed her in a perfectly calm tone. Only then was the mask released. Even though she could breathe through her mouth again, the peacock, already steeped in the aphrodisiac's fragrance, did not think of such things. But she could still hold on to her reason.
"As if anyone would yield to something like this…"
"Then I guess I'll leave you for another week."
"What?"
Lumina was thrown by those words. She had never imagined the orc would simply give up on the spot. She had expected him to be overcome by his own lust and throw himself on her — and the opposite had happened.
"What are you waiting for? Start again."
At his word, the succubi began binding her once more.
"No, wai—"
Mmph.
Before she could finish speaking, the mask was fitted back into place. Hell began again. She tried and tried to endure on her own, but every day — save for the hours of sleep and feeding — she was steeped in aphrodisiac and the succubi's hands. No matter how brilliant the mind, a body made this lewd could never hope to keep its thoughts in check.