The Captured Peacock -3
He carefully lowered the naked Lumina into the bath, cradling her as if she were a princess.
“Haa...”
Whether it had truly been a week or not, the sensation of her body, tense for so long, finally melting into the warm water was one of profound relief.
In the spacious tub, her magnificent tail feathers fanned out behind her, visible above the water’s surface. They spread to match the height of the bath, gently brushing against the water and creating soft ripples.
“You seem quite at home enjoying yourself.”
“Of course, I’m quite accustomed to such baths... *ah*♡”
The bath was large enough for more than one person. Since it hadn’t been designed for solitary use—and since he’d carried her in himself—the orc naturally joined her.
The peacock beastman held no objection to this.
The problem lay in *her* viewing *his* body.
More specifically, the fact that the owner of that flesh had so thoroughly ravaged her with pleasure.
“I shouldn’t think about it. If I don’t think about it, it’s fine...”
Beastkin were creatures of adaptation, but that very trait could become a poison. Intense stimulation made them adapt more easily—and now, that adaptation was unfolding as she stared at the orc’s body.
Of course, the orc had no idea of the peacock’s turmoil.
“Haa, baths really are wonderful.”
After handling other matters and finishing with a new beauty, the orc found the bath even more satisfying.
“I’ll step out first to wash.”
“A captive doesn’t wander off alone so diligently.”
“W-well, it’s fine inside the bathhouse, isn’t it?”
—And while we’re at it, let’s wash together.
The sound of the orc moving in the bath reached her ears.
“Don’t come over!”
Lumina screamed inwardly.
She’d been shouting this in her mind repeatedly, but of course the orc couldn’t possibly hear her.
Even if he had, he would’ve moved toward her regardless.
“You’re probably drained from being ravished, so rest a bit.”
For a moment, Lumina wondered why he’d treat a defeated soldier like this—but it was a useless thought.
“Oh, those tail feathers.”
The orc felt a flicker of interest in the unique appendage all beastkin possessed.
“...”
Lumina confirmed where his gaze had landed but forced herself to ignore it.
“Hik!”
“I’m washing you, you know.”
She wriggled adorably against his touch.
—Hik♡
But her squirming ended the moment his fingers began stimulating the very place she’d already learned to enjoy.
“S-stop... stop...♡”
She couldn’t even finish her words—each syllable dissolved into moans of escalating pleasure.
“D-don’t... s-stop... *hik*♡ I’m—!”
Pshhh.
Shhhhhhhhh...
Her body, already conditioned to his touch, surrendered far too easily.
He’d sent her over the edge with just his fingers.
“If this is the next step...♡”
But the orc, as if treating it as a mere tease, simply turned back to washing himself.
“...”
Her body, heated in anticipation of the real thing, was left alone and humiliated.
But Lumina was a strategist.
“U-um?”
“Yes?”
“Could you... wash my back?”
She didn’t need to beg outright—she’d lure him into it.
After all, she’d been selected as a maid to assist the king in all matters. Though she lacked experience, her talent for seducing men was exceptional.
“Put it in me...♡”
She deliberately arched her hips backward, swaying her magnificent tail feathers. She bent her waist as far as possible, ensuring he could see the entrance he’d already claimed.
The curve of her tail flowed down to her slit, tracing the line of her thighs.
“She’s openly begging to be fucked.”
Yet for some reason, such blatant seduction made him reluctant to comply.
“Hmm...”
“No orc could resist this temptation.”
She’d forgotten she was the defeated leader, giddy at the thought of seducing him.
Beastkin craved physical intimacy—even a brilliant Lumina couldn’t escape that.
So—
“Here it comes♡”
But it never came.
Instead, he merely washed her back exactly as she’d asked.
“Is he... resisting?”
Women were such selfish creatures.
They wanted to be valued beyond their looks—but when those looks failed to win them over, resentment followed.
“And it’s the orc?”
Stimulated only by his fingers, denied the crucial thrusts that had pressed against her cervix, flooding her with pleasure she’d never forget.
Without that, she felt hollow.
The orc, finished washing, returned to the tub.
“Y-you’re getting back in?”
“Didn’t you say there’s a purification spell? The water cleans itself automatically.”
The more she thought about it, the more absurd this place seemed.
Not just the space—the orc himself was bizarre.
“You’re a captive; you don’t need your head. Just stay in the bath.”
“...Fine.”
Lumina quickly masked her frustration and settled across from him, leaning back.
In truth, just getting her into the bath was a victory.
The longer she stayed, the clearer it became who had taken her virginity—and who her master truly was.
But had she underestimated the beastkin’s adaptability?
“...”
“Aren’t you staring a bit too obviously?”
From across the tub, she felt the energy of a woman resentful of being denied.
But a female who begged for it wouldn’t move until she’d asked—or served.
That was the attitude a master with many slaves should maintain.
“Should I throw her a bone?”
“Haa, it’s hot. Mind if I sit up a bit?”
He perched on the tub’s middle ledge, submerging only to his calves.
The real point wasn’t the water.
Glug...♡
His massive cock, now exposed above the water, stole the female’s gaze and thoughts.
“Time to be honest, aren’t you?”
She flinched.
She couldn’t tear her eyes away from the impressive length now on display.
If the first touch had been this thick and large, pouring impossible pleasure into her—no matter how smart or strong a female was, it wouldn’t matter.
Just seeing it would make her crumble.
“...”
She stared unblinkingly, making no pretense of looking elsewhere.
Haa...♡
Haa...♡
Perhaps because she was a thinking female, she tried to relieve her rising lust by stimulating herself beneath the water.
But it only made things worse.
“Trying to relieve yourself in a tub full of aphrodisiac? Useless.”
Her breathing grew heavier.
Her self-pleasuring grew rougher, bolder.
Forgetting the meaning of discretion, her hand openly targeted her slit, tormenting herself.
As reason frayed—
“G-give me your cock...! Hurry...♡”
She was smarter than the others, but not by much.
On the verge of breaking, she rushed to him without hesitation.
She begged, clumsily fondling his cock with her mouth—too large for her to handle, yet she tried anyway.
Squish♡
She tried her best, but her technique was amateurish—driven by instinct, not knowledge.
Knowing this, she worked frantically, desperate to take him inside before pleasure drove her mad.
“This should be enough.”
He’d teased her long enough.
Shhhhk.
He gripped her waist and lifted her from the tub in one motion.
Then—
Thud♡
He buried himself to the hilt, grinding into her body still steeped in aphrodisiac.
Lumina’s back arched at a dangerous angle—so much so he had to catch her to prevent her from snapping.
“It’s coming, it’s coming, it’s coming!!!”
—Hikiiiiii...♡♡♡♡♡!!!!!!
The female screamed extravagantly.
Her ass, starved for pleasure, was overwhelmed by his thrusts.
She came so hard she drooled, her body unable to handle the intensity.
Thud thud thud♡
He never let her go.
Her mind frayed at the edges under the pleasure.
And with his cock and technique, he shattered her in an instant.
The difference now was that she was beginning to accept him.
As her body and mind collapsed in sync with his rhythm, she had no choice but to recognize him as her master.
No matter how clever or strategic a woman was, none could escape the orc.
And so, one beautiful peacock beastman was caged in the orc’s aviary.
Even if she escaped later, some part of her would always remember the Flower Garden.