I gagged for a moment, overcoming the unpleasant sensation of floating that always induced nausea. But as soon as the soles of my feet touched the ground and I saw the familiar, hulking green figure, I regained my composure.
To settle my stomach, I sat down, pressing my buttocks against Eleonora’s back as she diligently kissed my insteps at my feet.
"...♥"
"Use your words. I can’t understand you if you just make noises."
"Is... this... sow’s... m-mouth... not... b-blocked...?"
As soon as I rested my ass on her back, Eleonora naturally dropped her knees to the floor, happily serving as my living chair. The Orc Chieftain looked dumbfounded watching our master-servant dynamic.
Yet, seeing me casually holding the leash of the terrifying Eleonora—reduced to such a disgraceful state—he sent a gaze filled with respect and awe.
"Which way?"
"That... way... the... big... gest... tent!"
"Let’s go."
Smack!!
"~♥"
I climbed onto Eleonora’s back and sat cross-legged. As I grabbed her leash, Eleonora let out a wet noise—Squelch—and sprayed love juices like a car engine sputtering exhaust fumes.
"Ugh, the smell of a female."
"A... amaz... ing... fe... male! If... not... God’s... fe... male... would... have... im... preg... nated... hun... dreds... of... Orcs... by... now!"
"Heh, my female is exceptionally lewd and high-quality."
Given the polygamous nature of Orcs, a male’s dignity was undoubtedly displayed by the females he commanded.
While modern people displayed their wealth through cars, Orcs had few means to prove such status. Ultimately, they proved their worth through the females they owned.
Having many high-quality females was synonymous with that male’s standard of living.
In that sense, this remark from the Orc—especially the most capable male in the tribe—was the highest form of praise in the Orcish way.
"Heh, did you hear that? He says you’re so lewd he wants to fuck you, but you’re calmer than I thought... Whoa."
Since her upper mouth was blocked by a ball gag, I intended to hear her thoughts through her lower mouth, but I was momentarily speechless.
Her asshole was gaping, twitching as if a cock were currently stuffed inside it. As for her cunt? It was leaking like an oil pan with a blown gasket, creating a trail of slime consisting of her own juices between Eleonora’s legs.
"Hey, stop squirting! I said stop squirting!"
"Puh-haaa... Haaaah...♥"
A sow that other men want to fuck.
For Eleonora, who aims to be the lewdest female in the world, this was the highest of high praises one could hear from others.
Although it was filthy beyond belief, for Eleonora, the Sow Knight who serves me, the Chieftain’s words were practically a eulogy honoring her knightly honor.
"I’m telling you in advance, the young this sow bears will only be my brat, so don’t covet her ever. Just be satisfied with looking, got it?"
"...♥"
"Hahaha... Not... bold... e... nough... to... co... vet... God’s... fe... male... nor... un... grate... ful!"
While he desired her as a male, he knew well that she was a female he dared not touch, so I didn’t feel bad about it.
If there had been any sign of crossing the line, Eleonora, sensitive to lust, would have cut him down beforehand.
[...Breeder, in a sense, you really are amazing. For the record, I’m not praising you, so don’t smile so proudly.]
Even the SD Character clicked her tongue in disbelief as we engaged in Orcish banter. I steered my mount toward the large tent the Chieftain had pointed out.
-God! God!
-It’s... God... and... the... sow!
-God... has... des... cend... ed... a... gain!
-Sow... is... in... heat... a... gain!
The tent was large enough to be seen from the entrance, but since it was deep within the Orc village, it wasn’t long before every Orc going about their day—adults and children alike—began to gather.
Naturally, all eyes in the village focused on me and Eleonora.
"Oh my, our Eleonora is walking around showing her naked body to everyone again?"
"Puuu-haaaaaah...♥"
"Uh-uh, your feet keep stopping. Faster, go faster!"
Smack! Spank!
"Puh-huuuuuugh...!!"
Whether the village Orcs were watching or not, the unbearable humiliation of crawling on all fours while naked, being spanked on the ass as I drove her like livestock.
The tremendous synergy created by the perfect match of exhibitionism and masochism granted Eleonora’s entire body unbearable pleasure.
However, even as her pussy trembled and she climaxed over and over again, Eleonora did not stop her arms and legs.
She stumbled, but did not collapse.
She shook, but did not fall.
Even as she crawled with difficulty under the words and gazes of other Orcs, she deliberately shook her plump, massive tits and her ass, which now bore bright red handprints. Not content with just that, she flared open her pussy, which was dripping with love juices and semen, ceaselessly advertising to the Orcs that she was a lewd sow.
It was the resolve of a sturdy and lewd Sow Knight—one who frantically coveted sexual pleasure but would never let her Master on her back fall. Even the Orc Chieftain couldn’t help but admire her.
We traveled for perhaps another ten minutes.
I didn’t know if one minute felt like a year or a second to Eleonora, but we finally entered the tent guided by the Chieftain.
A rough carpet was laid out from the entrance like a red carpet. As I looked up along its length, I saw an antique wooden throne sitting at the end of the long runner.
As if the seat had been prepared just for me.
I looked around. There were various decorations, but I didn’t see the barbarian tribe member who supposedly brought tribute. When I looked at the Orc Chieftain, he received a report from a subordinate and spoke with an apologetic expression.
"North... ern... hu... man... fe... male... came... last... night... sleep... ing... now!"
"She’s sleeping?"
Listening to the story, the barbarian woman who came to offer me tribute had arrived late last night. Apparently, she had traveled for several days without rest, day and night, and had passed out from exhaustion.
I could have raged, asking, ’How dare she happen?!’ But since I hadn’t set a specific appointment time with her, and considering she could become a business partner if things went well, I could wait all day.
Of course, the Orc Chieftain was raging as I described, shouting, ’Such rudeness to God?!’
"It’s fine. I came without notice too, so who can I blame in this situation? just bring her slowly. I’ll play with Eleonora while waiting."
"Ohhh... Our... God... is... mer... ci... ful!"
"Is he?"
The Chieftain hurriedly ordered his subordinate to fetch the woman.
I sat on the prepared throne, intending to wait, and patted the ass of Eleonora, whose arms were trembling. As soon as she finished her duty of climbing the stairs, Eleonora collapsed on the spot with a thump.
"Are you okay?"
"Puh-haaa..."
Should I say she collapsed like a cartoon character flattened by a car from behind?
I reached out to Eleonora’s head as she panted, using her massive breasts as a cushion.
"Haaah... Haaah... Haaah..."
"Is it hard? Let’s see your face."
I wondered what kind of face this pervert was making. I undid the ball gag and blindfold from Eleonora’s face as she lay sprawled on the carpet.
[The Orcs are curious too! Face! Let’s see the face!]
Pushing the annoying SD Character aside, I grabbed Eleonora’s hair and forced her head up.
"Hmm... This is more..."
"Mas... ter...!"
"You look even more like a filthy sow than I expected!"
"Th-Thank youuuuu...! I only came four times on the way here, but I will strive to become even more corrupted... to become a lewd cunt that cums ten, twenty times...♥"
Her eyes were completely unfocused, and drool was trailing from her mouth. To say she would strive for more while looking like this... how could I not adore Eleonora?
"Open wide. I’ll cum for you."
"It’s fiiiine...♥️ Whether it’s my throat-cunt or my pussy, I am Master’s sow and portable toilet, Eleonora. There is no greater honor..."
Then, just as she was about to grab my waistband with her mouth to pull my pants down as usual—
-If He has arrived, you should have called me immediately!
-Is... your... over... sleep... ing... our... fault... too?
Along with the familiar voice of the Orc Chieftain, the voice of a woman, loud enough to ring the tent and worthy of the title ’heroine’, was heard.
I told them to bring her slowly, so what was this commotion?
I gently pushed away the forehead of Eleonora, who was ready to continue her cum disposal service immediately, and spoke to her.
"Catch your breath behind the chair for a moment."
"Fufu..."
"?"
What was that?
Normally, she would have made a crying face asking, ’Have you grown tired of me?!’ But for some reason, she backed away from me with a smile full of anticipation.
It wasn’t just a lewd smile expecting sexual harassment from me, but the kind of smile a child might have expecting Santa’s gift on Christmas.
Eleonora disappeared behind the chair obediently, shaking her ass without a word. I couldn’t understand the reason for her smile, so I just tilted my head. At that moment.
"Ahem! So you’re really a God!"
"Huh?"
I didn’t know when she arrived, but a beautiful female warrior was staring at me. She had black hair and black eyes, stood tall enough to rival Eleonora, had a long scar on one cheek, sharp teeth reminiscent of a shark between her lips, and incredibly toned thighs that were the finishing touch to her beauty.
[Wow! Black Pig!]
’Hey, calling her a Black Pig is too harsh!’
Even if her outfit was barely there, and—huh? Even if she had height and breasts rivaling Eleonora’s, calling her a Black Pig upon first meeting!
[Hmph! Then did you treat Eleonora like a pig because it wasn’t your first meeting?]
’...’
Put that way, I have nothing to say.
But back then, strictly speaking, the SD Character had kidnapped her, and subtly threatened that I’d be in big trouble if I didn’t accept the job.
It’s not like I just go around calling women pigs the moment I meet them.
[Pfft! As if!]
Oh, I ought to just—
"I’m asking you! Are you really the Nameless God?!"
"For now?"
While I was bickering with the SD Character for a moment, perhaps she thought she was being ignored.
The tanned female warrior glared at me and growled like a beast.
However, maybe because I had the precedent of Eleonora, I actually felt at ease seeing the intensity bursting from her fierce eyes and voice.
’Right, Eleonora was like this when she was acting up.’
I really thought I was going to die back then.
[Hmph! You lived thanks to me! Be grateful!]
Should I say it felt like soaking in memories?
It was a reassuring feeling, like the sensation of Eleonora’s pussy on my cock in the morning, or hearing crickets at sunset.
"Eeeek...!"
And perhaps feeling humiliated by my attitude, the female warrior trembled, clenching her two fists tight. But regardless of that, I asked her.
"Before we talk, I’d like to know Big Sis’s name first."
"Name? W-Wait, who are you calling Big Sis!?"
Once again, the tent flapped from the shockwave caused by her powerful voice.
"Big Sis... calling me Big Sis...!"
Was she angry?
The female warrior, trembling with a face dyed bright red, closed her eyes for a moment and took several deep breaths on the spot. Then, flashing those fierce eyes again, she shouted.
"I am the Chieftain of the proud Grey Wolf Tribe of the Frozen Lands, daughter of Grey Fang, Urga! For the future of our tribe, Nameless God!! I have come to become your seed receiver!!"
"...?"
In the momentary silence that befell the tent, the sound of Eleonora giggling softly could be heard from behind my back.