Impregnating Every SSS-Rank Knight and Queen Into Submissive Sows!

Just a little more!

If I could just go a little further, the goal would be right before my eyes... so why are those damn pigs here? Why did I have to wake up right now, of all times, and why did I have to lock eyes with those filthy swines?

-Oink?

-Oink? Oink?

"...W-What! Why are you looking at me... like that?"

In truth, the pigs had shown interest in the sow exhibiting strange behavior earlier, but until now, it had been nothing more than a passing curiosity—a fleeting thought of ’Oh, the sow is acting up again.’

After all, to these castrated creatures who had lost their peanuts, a sow was nothing more than a friend without a cock. That was all.

Eleonora knew this as well.

Because of this, she hadn’t been particularly wary when the pigs first showed curiosity toward her. Until a few minutes ago, she hadn’t felt any intense gaze, so she had let her guard down. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦

But now, the atmosphere was different.

For some reason, the pigs were staring intently at her, huffing and puffing rough breaths from their wet snouts.

They were looking solely at Eleonora.

And it wasn’t just the pigs in the adjacent pen; even the swine in the pens across the aisle were fixated on her.

"Why are you acting like this?! Why! What did I do to deserve this?"

Eleonora screamed at them, simultaneously projecting the killing intent that had previously been effective against these beasts. Yet, the pigs did not avert their gaze.

"Did that bastard... did he play some trick on the pigs to pressure me because he was worried I’d scoop out his semen?!"

That despicable man was certainly capable of such a thing. Wizards often used their familiars to surveil others, didn’t they? Even before coming here, fleeing from the countless gazes of familiars directed at her had been a daily routine.

Eleonora glared at the livestock with suspicious eyes, wondering if these pigs were actually watchmen planted by Rafe Vesper.

But regardless of her glare, the pigs continued to stare unblinkingly. Eleonora began to flesh out her theory: These gazes are surveillance. These pigs are his familiars.

But then.

"The pigs are excited because they smell a female."

"?! "

At the sound of that wicked man’s voice coming from behind her, Eleonora slowly turned her head. Sure enough.

There he was, holding the handle of the wide-open pigsty door, looking as if he had been there for a while.

"More importantly, you recover quickly, don’t you? I was wondering if you’d even be able to regain consciousness today."

"As if I’d let you have the satisfaction. Besides, keeping so many familiars... Are you starting to fear the consequences after raping me?"

"Familiars...?"

Thud, Thud.

Rafe walked slowly down the central aisle of the pigsty, the heels of his boots clacking against the floor. Eleonora wondered if he was going to climb into the cage and violate her again.

Was he angry that she was trying to scoop his cum out of her pussy? Was he planning to do something outrageous to her again?

Like a cat with its fur bristling, she focused on his every step, turning the sharp glare she had been using on the pigs toward Rafe.

"Anyway, what do you mean by me being afraid?"

At Rafe’s mutter, seemingly not even glancing at her, Eleonora scoffed.

"You know very well that even without such strict security, I cannot escape from you right now. Yet, the fact that you have placed so many eyes on me is proof that you are anxious."

"Proof that I’m anxious..."

"If that weren’t the case, there is no way these pigs, who showed me goodwill even during the short time yesterday, would be staring at me with such heated intensity."

"Anxious... me, anxious? Hmm... anxious..."

Humming as if singing a tune, Rafe repeated the word ’anxious’ while walking. Contrary to Eleonora’s expectation, he walked right past her and slipped into the pig pen next to hers.

"Hmm, everything here is working perfectly without a hitch. Father didn’t go into debt to renovate the farm for nothing."

"...Answer my question."

Perhaps because she had already been thoroughly violated, Eleonora continued to interrogate Rafe while still maintaining her posture with her legs spread wide open.

"More importantly... do you know what it feels like to be bitten by a pig?"

"...?"

What was he talking about all of a sudden?

As Eleonora looked at him in confusion, Rafe approached the pigs surrounding her with a strange, sliding gait reminiscent of a Michael Jackson dance move.

"Even though their teeth have been clipped and their only food is that grain-mixed feed, these guys have quite a strong bite force, you know? Just a little nip on the thigh is enough to draw blood... It would hurt, obviously, right?"

"Stop lying... You said it yourself. You said you castrated them to reduce their aggression..."

How could she forget? He had spouted those words while making her clitoris look ridiculous, swollen as if permanently erect. He had said it while ravaging her, so she couldn’t forget it even if she wanted to.

"Right, right... But while pigs are usually calm, there are times when they can’t hide their violence. One is when they discover another pig invading their territory."

Eleonora flinched as Rafe began to reach his hand toward her from beyond the cage bars. Should she dodge? No, if she dodged, the hair connected to the cage bars would snap tight.

If that happened, the bell attached to her clitoris would jingle, and her body would react immediately.

But at that moment, Eleonora realized something was strange.

"Why aren’t the pigs running away?"

He had said that because their teeth, tails, and testicles were cut off by him when they were just a few days old, the pigs were traumatized by his very existence and would flee if he just got close.

So why now?

"And another reason is... whoops!"

-Squeaaaaal!!

As if to bite off Rafe hand that was reaching out to touch Eleonora, a pig opened its mouth wide and lunged. Eleonora muttered in shock at the sight.

"A familiar attacking its master... impossible...?!"

A familiar that should show absolute loyalty to its master baring its teeth? Does that mean they weren’t watchmen? They weren’t familiars?!

"Then what on earth are these pigs?!"

Unlike the confused Eleonora, Rafe leisurely dodged the pig’s mouth and shook his hand dismissively.

"And another reason is when they have a major personal grievance like this."

"...What?"

As Eleonora asked back blankly, Rafe slowly crouched down to meet her eye level. Separated by a single bar, Eleonora and Rafe locked eyes.

Staring intently at each other, the naked female demanded an answer from the male.

"It’s an obvious fact. There’s a female right in front of their eyes, sloppily dripping pussy juices as if she’s ready to breed, but they can’t fuck her. The smell of a female’s cunt is wafting everywhere."

"P-Pussy juices... dripping?! I would never... Hah?!"

She had dripped.

She was dripping profusely.

"Wasn’t I shoving my fingers in to scoop out the semen?!"

She hadn’t even leaked because she was in heat; she had been furiously digging into her own pussy with her fingers. Although it was to remove the sperm, she had spread her fingers deep inside her vaginal canal, churning up her insides.

She had even bent her fingers into hooks, just like that bastard Rafe had done, and raked against every fold of her vaginal walls!

"Ah, aaaaah...?!"

"Boars—uncastrated males meant for breeding—are so violent they might as well be wild beasts. During mating season, once they start fighting, they go until one of them dies. It’s so intense that even humans can’t break them apart."

But that only happens because they recognize each other as competitors. It is a natural instinct to eliminate rivals to spread their own seed, driven by the beast’s reproductive urge.

"However, the ones here are barrows—castrated pigs. They have no reproductive ability, nor can they produce decent hormones. But oh my? Right in front of their eyes, there is a lewd female dripping love juices mixed with another male’s semen. What happens in that case?"

Even though they lack reproductive ability, pigs have a very sensitive sense of smell. And in front of such pigs, a female is practically advertising, ’I’m in heat,’ while leaking arousal fluids?

"Since barrows don’t emit male pheromones, they don’t go into heat, and thus, they don’t see each other as rivals. So they have no outlet for their aggression. Then, where should they vent this boiling excitement?"

"Towards me... are you saying they are excited because of me...?!"

A pig’s sense of smell is sensitive enough to find truffles buried deep underground. Among such pigs, she had spilled a mouthful of love juices...

"Looking at me... because of the lewd smell wafting from my cunt, they’re all acting like that...?!"

Haaah... haaah...

Although it wasn’t her intention, Eleonora began to pant, her pussy twitching and gaping as if appealing that she was a superior sow.

"No...! I-I didn’t... this wasn’t my plan! I didn’t do it for this...?!"

Her nipples hardened into stiff peaks under the scorching gazes pouring onto her from all directions. Her usually cool-headed mind was becoming a mess, invaded by a pink, lustful haze.

"I just... I just wanted to take out the semen! I did it so I wouldn’t get pregnant! I never intended to use this body to seduce pigs or do anything obscene—?!"

Meanwhile, as Eleonora stammered her excuses,

As if counting down, a single, thick drop of semen that had been slowly oozing from Eleonora’s pussy hung precariously at the edge of her nether lips.

"Ah, n—?!"

As if predicting the chaos that was about to unfold, Eleonora hurriedly reached out her hand, but her effort was in vain. Plop. The drop of semen fell to the floor.

And then.

-Oiiiiiink!!

-Squeal, squeal, squeal!!

-Guuuuueeeek?!

"Hiiiiiek?!"

As if they had been waiting for this very moment, the excited pigs simultaneously began banging against the iron bars, squealing and thrusting their snouts toward her.

Flustered by their fervor, Eleonora frantically began to scramble backward, reaching her hands behind her.

But at that moment.

"Oops, what are you going to do about the string tied to your clitoris if you move so hurriedly? For your information, hair doesn’t break as easily as you think, you know?"

"Eh? K-Hiii! M-My clitoriiiiiis—it’s pulliiiinnng—?!?! "

Because she had retreated as if fleeing, the hair that had been precariously keeping the bell on her clitoris silent was pulled taut.

At the same time, seeing her clitoris being yanked so tight it looked like it might tear off was enough to make anyone watching wince.

Eleonora arched her back on the spot, trembling violently.

"Ah.. aaaaaah... Aaaaaaah...?!"

The immense stimulation pouring into her already sensitive clitoris. And, by some cruel trick of fate, the pressure applied to her womb due to the arched posture she had unconsciously taken.

Like dominoes, once one fell, a chain reaction ensued.

No. I can’t avoid it. I can’t stop it.

In front of that man, again!

"No...! D-Don’t look! Don’t look at me! You must not loo— Hiii-eeeeeeeeck?!"

In the end, Eleonora, locked in that arched pose, sprayed a mixture of semen and love juices as she convulsed in a violent orgasm.

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A|N: From next month the TOP 3 readers will have their name on privilege tiers.

For example: Top 1 fan: Geonja will have a priv tier on his name as Geonja Tier.

Top 2: Mike Tyson will have one on his name ..and so on.

We’ll change it on the basis of the ranking.