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

How much time had passed since Rafe left?

"Phew... Haaah..."

It was the dead of night. Not only in the neighboring pens but throughout the entire pigsty, the pigs were deep in slumber, their bodies pressed intimately against their kin.

In these cramped cages, the other swine would shove or roll over anyone invading their territory, yet they all slept soundly, snoring away without exception.

On the other hand, the lucky sow—at least, that was how the other pigs viewed Eleonora—who enjoyed the outrageous luxury of monopolizing an entire pen for herself, was merely whimpering and tossing her body restlessly.

"Hnnngh...!"

Itchy.

Her body was so itchy she couldn’t stand it. She had to be in peak condition to prepare for whatever atrocities that man would commit against her tomorrow... She tried desperately to sleep for that very purpose, but the itching that had started earlier left Eleonora gasping, exhaling breaths filled with agony.

"Surely, it was prickly during the day... Just a prickling sensation accompanied by a slight itch, that should have been all...!"

Did he do something to the straw?

No. After stirring, digging, and tossing it around countless times, she confirmed that the straw was simply straw.

Unlike the poisoned food scraps he fed her, this was just common straw found anywhere. Then was it because she slept directly on it?

That wasn’t it either.

During her travels, when she couldn’t find an inn due to blocked roads or unavoidable circumstances, she had often slept in stables using straw as a bed, and she had been perfectly fine.

Furthermore, even if her strength was restricted by these mithril piercings, would a Grand Master’s body truly feel irritation from merely sleeping on straw?

Then what on earth was it? What was the problem?

"Huuugh... Why is it... so damn itchy...!!"

Everywhere except her stomach and face felt itchy. Most places were bearable. She had trained naked in tropical rainforests in the height of summer to temper her mental fortitude, enduring bites from all sorts of insects, so she was hardened against ordinary itching.

But there was one spot—the only place she hadn’t trained—that was driving her absolutely mad.

"Why on eaaaarth...! Why is my pussy... why is my pussy so fucking itchy-yyy...!!"

Few are unaware of the term ’Achilles’ heel.’ In Greek mythology, Thetis, the mother of the Trojan War hero Achilles, dipped him into the River Styx as a baby to make him immortal. However, the heel she held onto didn’t touch the water, leading to his eventual death. Today, it is the quintessential term for a fatal weakness.

"Haaahng...!!"

And though it was embarrassing to call it a fatal weakness, Eleonora’s current Achilles’ heel was her very own cunt. To be precise, it was her clitoris, which was currently stiff and erect, making its presence known along with the bell dangling from it, right through her leggings.

Every part of her body was itchy, true.

But she could endure that much; compared to the poisonous insects and mosquitoes that used to sting her in the rainforest, general body itch was nothing.

However, who could have known that her clitoris—a tiny piece of flesh, embarrassing to even call a part of her body—would drive her to the brink of insanity like this?

"I was... naive...! Back then, I should have let the bugs bite my pussy thoroughly to train it! Even if not the clit, I should have at least tempered my cuuunt, hnnngh...!"

Why hadn’t she trained her pussy back then?

Why hadn’t she asked the insects to bite her pussy and clitoris?

If it were merely an itch, it wouldn’t be a problem. But the stimulation starting from her crotch was waking up the senses of her entire body, senses she had been trying to numb.

"Dangerous... If this goes on... it’s daaaangerous...!"

Just as even the sturdiest dam collapses from a single small crack, Eleonora was slowly showing signs of crumbling due to the itching and stimulation radiating from her pussy and clit.

Although her body didn’t strictly need sleep, rest was essential to recover the mental strength that had been chipped away by Rafe Vesper’s molestation and violation over the past couple of days.

As she said before, an essential element of her readiness to face him was the strong will to never yield!

She couldn’t delay any longer.

Judging by the moonlight that had already begun to cross the center of the sky, the night wouldn’t last much longer. Two hours... no, even one hour would be enough.

She had to sleep.

But for that...

"...It is, necessary... aaah!"

To stand tall against his malice, this was absolutely necessary. Eventually, Eleonora sprang up, left her bedding, and moved toward one corner of the pen.

"...Disgusting smell."

The pungent stench grew stronger as she approached the corner. The smell of pig manure rising from the floor was foul enough, but Eleonora blushed at the other familiar scent of ammonia wafting through the cracks.

"It’s a pigsty, I can’t expect much..."

It was the spot that reeked heavily of human urine—her own secret place where she had relieved herself without Rafe Vesper knowing. Arriving there, Eleonora let out a deep sigh and muttered.

"Because it’s... necessary...!"

Eleonora’s black leggings were swiftly pulled down by her hands. At the same time, her plump, milky-white ass was revealed in the slanted moonlight.

And then,

"Haaaaaah...♥"

As the leggings were dragged down, a refreshing sensation washed over her like a lie. It was like pulling out a rotten tooth, or plunging into an oasis after a grueling march through a scorching 50-degree desert.

Or perhaps the feeling of breathing deeply in the forest of the Elves, far from human polluted cities. Regardless of the metaphor, a strange, exhilarating coolness encompassed her entire body. For a moment, Eleonora’s lips melted into a sloppy, loose grin.

"The cold dawn air brushing against my clit... making it... m-more sensitive..."

Fearing a rat might hear her, she buried the last words deep in her chest. Eleonora slowly bowed her head, her trembling gaze directed at none other than her own clitoris.

Jingle—

"...Just this once."

After scanning the surroundings one last time to ensure no prying eyes were watching, Eleonora’s hand cautiously reached toward her clitoris. Soon, the hateful bell caught between her thumb and index finger.

Squeeze..

"Hupp...!"

Right now, the stinging or itching sensation from her crotch wasn’t there, but the problem was that she had been rubbing her thighs together to relieve the itch until just a moment ago.

Of course, she was now reduced to the status of a sow, but she had reached the realm of a Grand Master. However, that time was merely a fraction of her 28 years of life—a fleeting moment.

"The bell... caught between my thighs... pulling on my clit... aaahhh...!"

Even though she had reached a level where she could control her desires (though lately, that wasn’t going so well), it was an undeniable fact that she still felt appetite, the need for sleep, and the urge most relevant to the current problem—sexual desire.

"It hurts... It hurts enough to bring tears to my eyes, but... I can’t stop...!"

She had been so engrossed in training that she never had a moment for romance, but suddenly, she found herself knowing how to relieve this catastrophic lust billowing up inside her body.

"Hnnt, haaaahng...! To think... I would end up doing something like this... again...!"

The problem was that her pool of knowledge was too shallow. Her method of relieving sexual desire amounted to nothing more than rubbing her thighs together—like a futile rain dance—praying for the urge to vanish. 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶

Just like a moment ago, and just like now, she had firmly misunderstood that rubbing her thighs together was the specific cure for this unnecessary, useless, and filthy desire.

But now, it was different.

"Not enough... This isn’t enough...!"

Unlike before, Eleonora was now a female who knew the taste of a male’s cock and thick semen.

In a sense, this meant she had grasped a faint but certain clue to the new realm she had been so desperately seeking.

"Shall I... put it in...?"

And Eleonora already knew the method to relieve the heat currently scorching her pussy, thanks to what she had experienced during the day.

Hadn’t she done it herself?

Intensely, even while receiving the gaze of countless eyes.

It wasn’t just playful touching; she had spread it open, dug inside, and stirred it around.

Yes, she already knew.

Squelch—

"Ah...♥"

This is it.

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