The Princess's Taming - 1
"You really..."
I had been trying to maintain at least the last shred of courtesy befitting a princess, but no. I couldn't just indulge a princess who was testing my patience.
"I told you not to come near me because you smell!"
"Because I smell?"
She kept scratching right at the part I was most sensitive about. It was the thing I'd been most self-conscious about since reincarnating as an Orc, and she was hitting it dead on.
"You smell! Why do you keep coming over? I told you not to!"
This wolf didn't seem to understand my behavior at all. Anyone watching would think I was her subordinate.
"Get away."
...No, she seemed to think I was her slave or something.
Of course, no matter how much of a gentleman Orc I was — one who didn't hit the women in my Flower Garden — it was annoying when she kept picking at it. Fine. I'd train her with that very scent she hated so much.
"Succubi?"
Yes.
As soon as I spoke, the succubi who had already gathered — eager to enjoy the noble lady's moans — popped out from everywhere.
"Take her."
"Wh-what's going on?"
Seeing succubi suddenly appear from all directions, the princess became extremely wary. Knowing the danger, she struggled and resisted vigorously. But with several succubi clinging to her and dragging her away, she was simply pulled along.
I'll train her properly.
I was really looking forward to seeing how the princess changed later.
"Succubi? Come here for a moment."
"Yes."
I whispered my planned idea to them, telling them to prepare in advance.
"Train her like this."
"Wow, you're really evil."
Even though they said that, succubi always welcomed anything lewd. The succubus gave a wicked smile.
I smell?
Gornakh, who had been quite self-conscious about his scent as an Orc, was thoroughly provoked. So he decided to train that arrogant princess — to reduce her to a body that couldn't function without him.
What is this place...
A room in the Flower Garden. It was a cozy room prepared in a space expanded by artificial magic, but it seemed cramped to the princess.
"..."
But since there was no one around, the irritation that had filled her until now had cooled somewhat. Now that her irritation had cooled, a sense of unease began to creep in.
Mistrielle was very arrogant and temperamental, but she wasn't stupid. She hadn't been without hearing stories about the fate of women captured by Orcs.
It won't happen to me...
But the still-arrogant princess seemed unable to imagine what they might dare do to her.
Excuse me for a moment.
With those words, several succubi surrounded her.
"What?"
As quite a few succubi entered, Mistrielle became wary. And as they surrounded her, her unease intensified.
The tools they brought don't look ordinary either.
What was the small rod with a round thing at the end of the iron stick for, and what about that pink-colored potion? She couldn't even guess why they brought something like a makeshift bed, so her unease only grew.
And...
"Wh-what is this?"
"It's a laundry basket."
"No, but why are you bringing this here!"
"You'll find out soon enough."
The succubi placed Mistrielle on the makeshift bed. What was unusual was that it had no headrest and was designed to fix her legs slightly apart.
"C-c-can't you stop?"
Forced into a prone position by several succubi, the laundry basket whose purpose she couldn't understand was placed beneath her head.
"Wh-what is this... ugh!"
There wasn't even time to wrinkle her face at the foul smell. At that moment, someone grabbed the back of Mistrielle's head and buried it in the laundry.
"Hrk?"
Wh-what is this smell?
Mistrielle, breathing it in, recognized the nature of this smell.
A foul smell.
As a beastman, and a wolf beastman in particular, the identity of this smell that she felt so intensely was...
It's that damn smell!
They had dared to bury her head in a place full of the dirty, unpleasant Orc scent. They buried Mistrielle's head, which was trying to escape, even deeper into Gornakh's unwashed laundry.
And now the succubi stripped the lower half of Princess Mistrielle.
What? Why are you taking my clothes off?
The succubi's actions, which she still couldn't understand. And more than that, the unpleasant smell of Gornakh coming from all around was just more irritating.
"Hrk!?"
But no matter what, she couldn't help but pay attention now. She could feel a succubus taking off her clothes and applying something to her private parts.
"Wh-what are you..."
"Don't worry. It's a potion."
She wasn't sure if there was anything to worry about, but it was certain that they were preparing something.
Squish ♡
And on her pussy where the potion had been applied, she felt something small but foreign. The foreign sensation gradually... turned into pleasure.
"Here it is~"
Slip.
And then they brought her to climax. Mistrielle, climaxing from the sudden stimulation, was still wondering what kind of trick they were pulling.
Hah...!
And as her breathing grew heavier, the smell surrounding her face felt even stronger.
N-no way...?
"That's right. We're going to make you climax while you keep smelling this scent."
The smell. Pleasure.
Mistrielle broke out in a cold sweat from a sense of danger she'd never felt before. Because it had become clear that they were going to educate her with this worst possible smell. And it was the evil maneuver of the succubi to link climaxing with her sense of smell — the terrifying maneuver of making her remember this worst smell at the moment of climax. Especially for a wolf beastman with a sensitive sense of smell, this was undoubtedly a tremendous crisis.
"W-wait, hold on...!"
"That's right. She can't breathe through her mouth, so we need to cover it."
Mistrielle, who had pulled her head out again, now had an extremely panicked expression, as if she had finally grasped the reality. But the succubus hadn't let her lift her head to see that panicked expression.
"No, no... mmm!!"
And they completely covered her mouth.
Of course she could breathe through her nose... But the problem was the laundry full of Gornakh's scent down below. If she was buried in unwashed laundry soaked with the Orc's smell, her sensitive sense of smell would detect all of those scents.
"Mmm mmm mmm!!!"
"Alright, we're going in."
No matter how she resisted, several succubi buried the princess's head back into the Orc's laundry.
"Alright, shall we find the princess's weak spot?"
The succubi examining Mistrielle's pussy hummed as they took out their tools. The supreme potion and several thin rods would now wildly stimulate the noble lady's insides and make her climax. And at the same time as that pleasure, they would force her to smell the scent and completely destroy the noble lady's defenses.
Mistrielle tried to resist but couldn't. All she could do was keep climaxing while repeatedly smelling the Orc's scent.
This is dangerous...
Squirt.
Another jet of nectar squirted out from the princess's pussy.
Mmm!!
And at the same time, her quickening breath was inhaling the Orc's scent in large amounts.
The smell and the climax. She didn't know if the two were strongly correlated, but if she kept being stimulated and smelling the scent like this, she would definitely remember it.
This really can't be happening...!
Mistrielle, with her extremely sensitive sense of smell, felt a sense of crisis. And even though she had already climaxed, the succubi continued to torment her pussy as if it were a water-squirting toy.
D-damn it...
The princess, whose pussy was being stimulated, tried to struggle but was firmly bound and couldn't.
No... I don't want to smell it more...♡
And as the stimulation below her pussy gradually intensified, her body heated up. Even in the midst of it, she was buried in a container full of the Orc's scent and forced to smell it.
I'm... going...♡
Squirt!
She shot a strong stream downward.
Haa...♡
And at the same time, every time she exhaled heavily from climaxing, she inhaled a lot of the Orc's scent.
No. I'm really going to break...♡
But the succubi didn't care.
Like this...
Pshut.
She climaxed again. And again her breathing grew heavy, and she smelled the Orc's scent strongly.
Now, from the too-strong stimulation of smell and pleasure, her mind grew hazy. It even became ambiguous whether she was climaxing from excitement at the Orc's scent or from the succubi's hands stimulating her below.
No...♡ No...♡
Mistrielle trembled all over, trying to resist the pleasure somehow.
Mmm...!
And she tried to hold her breath as much as possible.
But—
Squuuush ♡
Ah, no...♡ I'm going...!!
But she was forced to climax by the succubus's skilled hand movements. The breath she had been holding was hastily inhaled through her nose, making her smell the scent she hated so much even more.
The Orc's evil scheme to link smell with pleasure was proceeding smoothly.
♡...
♡!!, .....♡♡.
Mistrielle, feeling her own defenses gradually crumbling, climaxed while smelling the Orc's scent. Even with the anxiety of truly wondering what she would become, she climaxed endlessly under the succubi's touch.