The Loyal Hound's Reward
Roughly a week had passed since my last visit. It was about time I checked on Rika's condition. The moment I stepped into the monastery, I ran into Rielia, who was busy sweeping up fallen leaves.
"Ah, Princess!" The petite Saintess ran over to me, her face lighting up with joy. I greeted her with a warm smile.
"It has been a while, Rielia. Have you been well?"
"I have been doing wonderfully! What about you, Princess?"
I, too, had been doing quite well. After all, last night I had drunk my fill of Carmel's sweet milk. There was truly no greater luxury.
"Of course, I have been well. How is Rika doing?"
"Ah, you mean Miss Rika..." Rielia's expression darkened slightly. Did something happen?
"I did my best to keep an eye on her just as you requested, Princess. However... she seems to have been having nightmares these past few days. I heard agonizing groans coming from her room in the dead of night."
...Nightmares, was it? For a warrior as strong as Rika, there were very few things in this world she feared. But the memory of Carmel, the master she once served, sacrificing her own body to save her—that was likely the most terrifying and painful memory Rika possessed. Perhaps, as the effects of the Hypnotic Incense began to wane, those memories were resurfacing in her dreams.
"...I see. Where is Rika now?" If that were the case... her hatred for me might have been rekindled. Even so, I had to face the real Rika.
"Please wait here. She is probably working near the storehouse... I will go fetch her right away!" Watching Rielia's energetic figure run off, I tightly clenched my trembling hands.
I waited in the small parlor, and before long, Rika entered. The way she shut the door behind her with a heavy, deliberate click made her look incredibly solemn, almost tormented.
"Rika..." She didn't even sit down, standing tall as she stared intently at me. It was difficult to find the right words to break the silence. I felt a slight wave of tension wash over me. But it was Rika who spoke first.
"You have come, Princess." With those words, Rika began to strip off her clothes. She did it so naturally, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
"W-Wait a moment! Why are you taking off your... Rika?"
"I have been waiting, waiting for you all this time. There were nights when the heat inside me was so unbearable I could hardly breathe... but as you commanded, Princess, I endured without ever touching myself. Your presence here today... must mean my patience has finally borne fruit, yes?"
The agonizing sounds Rielia had heard in the middle of the night—they weren't from nightmares at all. It was just Rika, suffering under my ban on masturbation. It was certainly a form of torment, though of a very different kind.
Rika slid her trousers all the way down to her ankles. Now, it was time for her panties. I quickly adopted a stern tone.
"W-Who gave you permission to undress?"
As if time itself had frozen, Rika halted mid-motion, her hands still gripping the waistband of her underwear.
"Ah... M-My deepest apologies... Princess..."
"Sit down first. We need to talk."
Rika walked over and sat directly in front of me. I had forgotten to tell her to put her trousers back on, but what did it matter? Rika didn't seem to care about such trivial details either. Sitting in a perfectly poised, dignified posture that contrasted sharply with her state of undress, she awaited my next command.
Her state was no different from before. She was still a loyal hound whose gaze was fixed solely on me. I reached out and took Rika's hand, which rested on the table.
"Ah... P-Princess?"
Compared to my hands, which resembled delicate ivory carvings, Rika's hands were large and calloused. If she wanted to, she could easily snap my wrists. Yet, as my fingers slid into her palm, she didn't exert even a fraction of her strength, terrified that she might accidentally hurt me.
"Rika. I feel a sense of guilt for what I have done to you."
Upon hearing my words, a wave of anxiety washed over Rika's face instead. She feared that my guilt would become a reason to reject her. That was her ultimate dread.
"The things I did to you, and everything else... it was always for a single purpose. To make Carmel, the master you once served, my woman. I love Carmel."
It was a declaration that would have horrified any citizen of the Rustier Kingdom, but Rika's expression didn't waver in the slightest.
"In the end, I will possess her. No matter what it takes. I will subject her to humiliations far worse than what she endured in the dungeon. That is my goal, my pleasure, and my very reason for living. Are you truly fine with that?"
My words were dripping with a dark, insidious malice. Moreover, the target of this malice was the master Rika had once sworn her life to protect. Yet, Rika gave a firm, unhesitating nod.
"Yes."
"...Once I have her, my love and attention will ultimately be focused on her. I may ravish and caress you from time to time... but even so, are you truly alright with that?"
Rika had actually answered this question once before. Back then, she had been the one to bring it up, but now the roles were reversed. She looked up at me with eyes full of hope.
"Yes. I am your dog, Princess. If you would only show me affection from time to time... that is more than enough for me."
"...I understand."
There was not a single tremor of doubt in Rika's expression. By now, the effects of the Hypnotic Incense should have weakened, even if only a little. Yet, the absolute loyalty shining in her eyes remained completely unshaken.
I let go of Rika's hand. Reaching into my robes, I pulled out a small glass vial, about the size of a medicine bottle. Inside was a cloudy, milky-white liquid, barely enough for a single sip.
"This is breast milk I expressed from Carmel's bosom last night. I forced her to ingest a lactation drug and milked her myself while she was consumed by humiliation. If you drink this... I will formally accept you as my dog."
"Lady Carmel's... breast milk..."
Breast milk obtained through sheer degradation. To drink it meant becoming an accomplice to that very degradation. By tasting it, Rika would be violating Carmel with her own senses. Without a moment's hesitation, Rika took the vial and drank its contents.
She swirled the liquid around her mouth, savoring the taste, before swallowing it down.
"How does it taste?"
"...It was sweet."
This was our unique oath of loyalty. Not a toast with wine, but a sacred covenant sealed by sharing the fruits of desecration. With this, she had no choice but to accept her fate. As my dog, and as my partner in Carmel's degradation.
"Very well, Rika. Now, take off your clothes. But leave your underwear on."
"Yes, Princess!"
Rika replied joyfully and began stripping off her remaining garments. Clad in nothing but her panties, she knelt politely on the floor.
"Fufu..." I extended my foot, clad in sheer black stockings, toward her.
"To celebrate your return as my dog, lick it. Pour your entire heart into it, with utmost care."
Without a second thought, Rika parted her lips and extended her tongue as far as she could. The sight of her was truly reminiscent of a dog. She cradled my foot with her tongue, drawing my toes deep into her mouth.
"Haa, hah... nnh... chuu... ahup..."
Because of the stockings, she couldn't suck on each individual toe. Instead, Rika dragged her tongue broadly over the fabric, licking it thoroughly. Performing her duties as a dog for the first time in so long, she looked absolutely ecstatic.
The panties Rika wore were crude, the kind of coarse undergarment one would never lay eyes on in the royal palace. Rather than proper lingerie, it was more of a makeshift substitute made by folding and twisting rough cloth—resembling a loincloth.
That white fabric was already growing heavily soaked with the juices seeping from her cunt. Becoming so aroused just from licking her master's foot—it was a highly commendable attitude for a bitch.
I leaned forward and gently stroked Rika's hair as she continued to lick my foot. Her eyes shone with pure bliss as she worked her tongue even more vigorously.
"Fufu... that is enough."
I pulled my foot away from a visibly disappointed Rika. Standing up, I began to undo the buttons of my blouse one by one.
"Ah, ahh..."
Rika watched me undress with a look on her face as if her heart had stopped beating. Flashing her a smile, I slipped off my outer top. The pale, flawless breasts of the princess, cradled in luxurious red lingerie, were partially revealed.
Reaching behind my back, I unclasped the hook and discarded my bra entirely. Perhaps overwhelmed by too much happiness, Rika stared up at me with an almost pained, desperate expression.
"Fufu, would you like to lick my breasts?"
At my offer, Rika froze like stone, unable to even utter a reply for a moment. But soon, she began nodding her head with fierce intensity.
"Y-Yes... please... if you would allow it, Princess..."
"Very well. Come here."
Rika pushed herself up onto her knees. Instead of climbing on top of me, she rested one knee on the wooden chair and buried her face in my chest. At first, her tongue brushed against me with tentative, trembling caution before pulling back. The next moment, she grew bolder, her hot breath and tongue sweeping over my nipple.
"Ah... nn..."
It was a slightly exaggerated moan, but it was more than enough to send Rika into a state of sheer rapture. Just looking into her eyes, I could tell her mind was completely overflowing with pure, unadulterated ecstasy.
"Princess... Ah, Princess Sera..."
Rika seemed terrified of even touching my body. Instead of holding my shoulders, she gripped the back of the wooden chair, supporting herself in an awkward, straining posture as she began to suckle greedily on my breast.