I had been riding on Eleonora’s back, slapping her ass for a while now. Even as fluids streamed relentlessly from her crotch—drip, splurt, drip—she seemed possessed by the idea that she must not let me fall.
Displaying the true spirit of a Sow Knight, she sprinted toward our home on all fours with full force, galloping like a real horse. Usually, a knight's spirit implies a vow to never let a single scratch mar their lord's skin, or to prevent even a speck of mud from splashing onto them.
But this Sow Knight’s spirit seemed to be the opposite—perhaps she wanted to splash mud on me on purpose, or maybe shake me off her back so she could be punished for her failure.
The more I spanked her ass, the more she burned with the will to run at full speed, secretly hoping to dislodge me and earn a severe correction.
Instinctively, to avoid tumbling off, I had no choice but to wrap my arms around her body, using her massive, heaving tits as handles.
"Maybe I should use the chains on these tits like a bridle next time?"
"Yes! Please, oh please do that! This Eleonora wants to be more than just Master’s cum-dumpster sow—I want to be Master’s exclusive riding sow! I am carrying Master on my back now, but I want to be in an even filthier state! I want to carry Master out onto the main road looking absolutely disgraceful, so I can be humiliated in front of everyone!!"
"..."
I almost blurted out that I’d probably be the one getting cursed at for riding a woman like that, but I held my tongue. I was the type who would sooner step on a smiling face than spit on it.
Instead of speaking, I silently slapped the ass of the trembling Eleonora, who was vibrating with excitement. Lost in her lewd delusions of public humiliation, she just let out a foolish, happy giggle.
And just then.
Woof-woof!
Awoooo!
"Where are those two going?"
Over by the manure pit—the large facility where all the pig shit from the farm was collected—Ddongchi, the three-headed Cerberus, and Sister Urga’s wolf were sprinting through the mountains behind the pit, tangling and tumbling over each other.
"When did they get so close?"
"Master?"
"Never mind. Let's go, I'm hungry."
"Oink-oink!"
I was mildly curious when those two beasts became so chummy they were practically dripping honey, but I lost interest quickly. I took the anal beads—which had been stuffed inside Violet's asshole just moments ago—and shoved them straight into Eleonora’s bunghole.
"Haaahn...!♥"
"Alright, left turn~"
"L-Left turn...♥"
Like the perceptive sow she was, Eleonora immediately shifted direction in response to my hand movements and the tug of the anal beads.
Finding this unexpectedly fun, I started steering Eleonora around the yard, spinning her in circles as if controlling a toy. Eleonora, aroused by the trail of her own fluids marking the ground, spun round and round along the rails of her own slick pussy juice.
"...What are you doing?"
"Can't you tell? Master is enjoying my body and..."
"Who asked because they didn't know?! If you're back, say you're back! Why are you spinning around there doing all that bullshit? It's bullshit!!"
Ideally, I wanted to play for another 30 minutes, but eventually, faced with Sister Urga’s shouting, I reluctantly dismounted from Eleonora’s back. I patted the ass of the sow who was looking up at me expectantly, waiting for a command.
"House."
"Oink!"
As soon as the order fell from my lips, she scrambled on all fours and squeezed herself through the large doggy door installed at the bottom of our front door.
Swoosh.
Sister Urga clicked her tongue as she watched Eleonora rush into the house on all fours, completely ignoring her presence. Then, she turned her fierce eyes on me, glaring daggers.
"Bullshit, absolute bullshit."
"Why are you being like this, Sister? You like it too."
"It's true I wanted to humiliate that bitch, but not to that extent!!"
As soon as I finished speaking, Sister Urga shouted, her voice thick with genuine irritation rising from deep within her chest.
"No matter what, I'm known to the world as that bitch's rival! If she looks like that, what does that make me?! It makes us look like rivals in some weird, twisted way! Doesn't it?! Huh?!"
"...Does it?"
"'Does it' my ass! Even if we've both become our Darling's females now... Wait, what? Why are your hands on my clothes..."
She had been screaming at me like a shrieking viper, but as I slid closer and grabbed the hem of her clothes, she glared sharply.
"If your rival is acting like that, shouldn't you match her appearance, Sister?"
"Whaaat?! What kind of dog shit logic is th—D-Don't strip me?!"
Sister Urga screamed as her face turned red, realizing her massive chocolate milk-jugs were suddenly jiggling free.
However, she didn't seem to actively reject my touch, so I pulled the sleeveless tank top hanging off her arms all the way down.
"That's a good girl. Come on, arms up. Hooray~"
"Stop with the bullsh—Mmph!!"
Smooch.
It wasn't the deep, tongue-tangling French kiss we shared in bed every night, but just a firm sucking of her lips. A kiss with no clear meaning other than dominance.
When I pulled my lips away slightly, Sister Urga let out a rough snort—Hmph!—and immediately raised both arms high. As I completely stripped off her tank top, she reached out for me.
Just as I had done to her, she began stripping off my work clothes.
She wasn't going to be the only one naked; she was going to strip me too.
Soon enough, my upper body was bare thanks to her hands. But Sister Urga stared at me intently, looking somewhat dissatisfied.
"Take off your pants too."
"Huh?"
"Take them off! Strip! I'm going to strip too, so hurry up and take them off!"
"Whoa?!"
Suddenly, as if she couldn't wait another second, she yanked my pants down right there, leaving me in nothing but my underwear. Of course, even those briefs didn't last long before being ripped apart by her savage hands.
Rip!
As soon as she had rendered me completely stark naked, Sister Urga immediately peeled off her own mini hotpants and tossed them onto a nearby sofa.
Standing there in nothing but a lewd G-string that hid less than if she were wearing nothing at all, she grinned at my naked form.
"Kuhuhu, how is it? Embarrassing? Being stark naked outside like this?"
"Is it as embarrassing as you wearing only those slutty panties, Sister?"
"W-Whaaat?! This is purely practical! I took everything else off so it wouldn't blow away in the wind...!"
In reality, the string panties that barely covered the crack of her pussy were far more embarrassing than being fully nude.
Sister Urga glanced down at her own crotch and trembled for a second, but quickly placed her hands on her hips where the strings rested, shouting triumphantly as if nothing was wrong.
"I'm totally fine with it?! Think about how I looked when I first met Darling!"
"True. Your top and bottom were basically scraps of leather, and you didn't even wear underwear..."
"S-Shut up! Won't you shut that mouth?!"
"Urk."
In an instant, she wrapped her arms around my waist and buried my face into her breasts to shut me up.
They were as bouncy as Eleonora’s, though perhaps slightly lacking in sheer size or softness compared to the cow. But these luscious chocolate milk-jugs were enough to make any man salivate, and they filled my vision completely.
"Did you wait for me?"
"...Not really."
"Hehe, training the sows upstairs took a bit of time..."
"For saying that, you looked like you were having plenty of fun with that bitch just now."
Acting sulky, she hugged my sweat-drenched body tight enough to crush me.
But soon, as my sweat and scent smeared onto her body like a marinade, Sister Urga’s lips began to slacken. Before long, she was grinning broadly, unable to hold back.
On top of that, when I gave her pussy a few apology pats—the kind Eleonora goes crazy for—Sister Urga’s body heated up even more. Before I knew it, she was clinging to me with all her might, lifting my legs off the ground.
"...Shall I just put it in right here?"
"Do I have the right to refuse?"
"Do you think civilized words like that will work on this Urga-nim?"
Squelch…♥
Before I knew it, she had pulled her panties aside. Hugging me tight, Sister Urga forced my fully erect cock into her soaking wet pussy.
"Kuhuuu... That's right. Darling just needs to keep his cock hard quietly. This Urga-nim will make you feel good with her exclusive pussy... Darling just needs to keep it throbbing and stiff, stop thinking, and just shoot splurt-splurt inside to impregnate me!"
Sister Urga glanced at the doggy door Eleonora had just disappeared through. Then, making loud squelching noises on purpose so the sow inside could hear, she impaled herself deeper onto my shaft.
At the same time, she threw her head back as if to snap my neck, then pounced on my mouth like a predator devouring its prey, grinding her hips in circles right there on the porch.
"Sister?"
"Shut up. You left me alone all day and only played with that bitch."
"Rather than playing, it was necessary for her training. It was strictly work—Mmph..."
Even though she had completely adapted to domestic life and gotten used to waiting for me while I worked, it seemed she still couldn't bear the jealousy of seeing me spend time with Eleonora.
As if telling me to shut up and just lend her my cock, Sister Urga shoved her tongue into my mouth, forcibly silencing me, while her hand began fumbling for the door handle.
If anyone saw this, it would look like a bizarre scene where a burly woman was kidnapping an equally burly man, restraining him, and dragging him into the house to reverse-rape him.
But Sister Urga, her eyes rolled back in lust as she devoured me, seemed far too gone to realize that.