Perhaps it was because of the depraved acts we shared yesterday.
Glacia’s body trembled visibly at Violet’s arrival, shaking enough that anyone watching from afar would notice.
But Violet didn’t care in the slightest. She wrapped her arms around my neck and clung to my body like a monkey in heat, rubbing her soft flesh against mine.
“I heard the Commander was here a little while ago, but I didn’t know she’d still be around!”
“What about Christia? Is she still sparring?”
Although her intensity had dampened slightly since getting pregnant, Christia was usually stuck to the Saintess like gum. The fact that she wasn't guarding Violet meant she was likely involved in the sparring match Eleonora had mentioned. I asked, and sure enough:
“Yes, the Commander is truly amazing! How in the world does she swing that massive greatsword using just her pussy?! Even with the Princess and Christia attacking together, she was swatting them away as if she were just waving a flyswatter…”
“…”
For a moment, I pictured the scene in my head: Eleonora shaking her ass, accompanied by the wet, lewd moans drifting from the distance, while Ariel and Christia were swept away by the sword-wind generated from her crotch, tumbling helplessly across the ground.
But that image was fleeting. Violet immediately began peppering me with kisses, chu, chu. I hugged her tight enough to crush her, causing her to burst into giggles like a child before she naturally entwined her tongue with mine.
“Y-You beastly things…!”
“Uuuung, Mas... tuuuur…♥”
Considering Violet was demanding kisses while wearing nothing but a single flimsy negligee—leaving her practically naked—calling us beasts wasn't entirely inaccurate.
However, coming from Glacia, who was currently on all fours without a single stitch of clothing on her body, looking exactly like a beast herself... it was a bit funny. Ignoring Glacia’s hypocrisy, I asked Violet:
“But if you came here to work, you should go work. Why did you change course and come to me?”
“Work?”
Glacia tilted her head, as if she had heard a word she couldn't comprehend.
Violet, who had been busy smacking her lips against mine, gave a sly, fox-like eye smile as if she had been waiting for this. She lightly hopped down from my embrace.
“Hehehe… What do you think I came for? I came because I have work to do right here!”
“And what work is that?”
“Why, of course…?”
“Hiiiik…?!”
Violet cast a lewd, lascivious sneer toward Glacia—an expression impossible to believe coming from a Saintess.
Immediately, Violet dropped to her knees with a heavy thud. She used her mouth to bite down on my waistband and pull it down. Glacia gasped sharply, watching the Saintess’s skilled technique as she adeptly pulled down my underwear with her teeth to reveal my cock.
“Obviously, as Master’s portable fuck-hole, I came to handle Master’s sexual relief!”
Violet then pointed a finger toward her crotch, emphasizing the panties that had a large hole cut out right over her pussy, while simultaneously showing off the womb tattoo engraved on her lower belly.
“Then shall we put it to use? You came at just the right time.”
“ Just the right time…?”
“yesss, I’m the Saintess pussy, perfect for use whenever you need—Aaah?! I-I thought you were going to put it in my pussy…♥”
Squelchhh—♥
I hooked my arms under Violet’s armpits like the safety bar on a roller coaster, lifting her into the air. Then, in a position often called a reverse standing carry, I slammed my cock straight into Violet’s asshole. Glacia, who looked like she wanted to say something, froze in place.
More accurately, she seemed fixated on the word 'use' that Violet had emphasized.
“Nnngooooohhk! M-My asshole feels soooo gooood… My lewd asshole, the Saintess’s ass-pussy…♥”
“Uh-uh. You said you came to work, so keep it down.”
“Oh-gok…♥”
Regardless of her words, Violet swallowed my cock down to the root in a single breath. Ignoring Glacia’s gaze, she lifted her hands above her head and wrapped her arms firmly around my neck.
Once I confirmed Violet was securely clinging to me, I jutted my chin toward Glacia, signaling her to come over.
“…”
She glared at me, but her body betrayed her as she began to slowly crawl toward us.
“Aaahn, my hair isn’t meant to be used as a handle—Nnngyaaaah…♥”
“Didn’t you want me to pull them like the reins of a horse? I know you’re going to do it even if I tell you not to.”
“That’s… Y-You’re too much! You know I cum immediately if you do this…♥”
I walked down the corridor, pulling Violet’s twintails like handlebars. Naturally, with every step I took, wet moans rang out, and Glacia’s ass swayed in rhythm as she followed.
Since Violet’s petite frame wasn't too different from her own, I wasn’t sure if Glacia was projecting herself onto the Saintess, but there was definitely a strange sense of kinship forming.
[Who knows, maybe she’s imagining her horns being grabbed instead.]
'Is that it?'
Their body types were similar, and while Violet had twintails, Glacia had horns. The possibility that she was projecting herself onto the girl was high.
Unlike the tall women like Eleonora or Big Sis Urga, who were over 180cm, or the other women who were similar in height to me, Violet was practically the only one who matched Glacia’s small stature.
“Just say the word. If you ask, I’ll grab your horns and ravage you just like this.”
“W-Who would want that! I have told you countless times the sacred meaning contained in my horns…♥”
When I teased her with a smirk, Glacia shouted that it was out of the question. Yet, her eyes were swimming with heat, looking up at me in a way that made it all too easy to guess exactly what kind of filth she was imagining.
If that’s the case, it’s my turn to give her an answer.
I reached out my hand.
My hand snatched up a piglet that had been innocently playing with its siblings.
—Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeal?!
“What are you doing?!”
As soon as I grabbed the piglet’s hind leg, it screamed as if the world were ending. Glacia, seeing the struggling creature, quickly rushed toward me.
She had just been watching the mothers nursing their piglets in the farrowing pens with a profound look in her eyes, so my sudden act of snatching one away seemed to shock her greatly.
“I’m working. Why are you making such a fuss?”
“Aah, the baby pig! Hnnngh, breastfeeding while getting fucked by Master’s cock…♥”
But the shock was momentary. The instant I brought the piglet to Violet’s nipple, it stopped crying as if it had never been upset. Recognizing a familiar teat, it began to suck greedily—Schlurp, gluck-gluck. Watching the piglet nurse and Violet sob in pleasure, Glacia’s eyes widened.
“Breast… You’re feeding milk to a pig right now…?!”
“If I let them nurse from these girls regularly like this, they don’t get sick and grow up big and strong.”
“Huuuung, i-if I don’t feed them regularly like this, my nipples get so itchy I can’t stand it, heeheee…♥”
Gulp!
Glacia’s throat bobbed heavily as she watched another piglet latch onto Violet’s breast right before her eyes.
“You come here too. You need to practice latching them on in advance.”
“You mean to do that to me as well?! N-No! I refuse…♥”
If it were the old her, maybe, but Glacia was already deep in the swamp of lust. Even as she said no, the corners of her mouth twitched, unable to control the body that was moving toward me on its own accord.
Just like with Violet, I snatched up another piglet and latched it onto Glacia’s breast.
“Kuuuungh, w-what a lewd creature! Daring to touch Glacia’s breasts, a mere l-livestock…♥”
Of course, unlike Violet, her nipples yielded no milk. Confused, the piglet bit down on the dry nipple and shook its head violently up and down, trying to draw out liquid.
Glacia, instantly overwhelmed by the sensation of being suckled, had no choice but to writhe in that torture-like pleasure until the piglet, realizing it was futile, eventually let go and returned to its pen.
“What are we going to do with you later? A mother sobbing while feeding her child... you seem disqualified as a mother already.”
“Such an insult… H-How dare you test Glacia’s maternal love! I have never laid an egg before, and above all, my race does not raise young by breastfeeding them!”
“Your race? How else does a sow raise her young if not by feeding them milk?”
“Y-You bastaaaard…♥”
Even as she glared at me for the outrageous insult, the corners of Glacia’s mouth showed no sign of coming down.
“This won’t do. I really need to test you. Like this, how will you ever receive my Dragon Essence, how will you raise my young properly, and how will you ever become my breeding sow?”
“Breeding sow... I just told you not to call me that, yet you heap such filthy insults upon Glacia again…♥”
At my words, implying I intended to do something to her again, Glacia shuddered, claiming she couldn't take it. Yet, commendably, she didn't open her pussy to spill the contents of her womb or anything like that.
She was still as feisty as ever, but her submission to me—to a male—was undoubtedly growing.
“You feed him properly, too. What are we going to do with you over there?”
“Ah! You’re right. Good boy, aren’t you? Now, let go. If you’re full, that’s enough—Nnngooooohhk…♥”
In the end, Violet couldn't hold back and climaxed from the lactation.
She truly was a Saintess whose state ten months from now was already a worrying prospect.