At the mention of a "reward," Eleonora snapped her head up.
Strictly speaking, considering how she had crushed her own pride, the word "compensation" might have been more appropriate. However, I personally felt that in a master-servant relationship—especially one involving a "sow" lower than a slave—the word "compensation" carried the wrong connotations. I saw no need to correct myself; "reward" it was.
"R-Reward...!"
Even while lightheaded from the lingering afterglow of her climax, Eleonora caught the word and tried to speak. But as I reached down to undo my trousers again, she simply gulped, her eyes fixed wordlessly on my crotch.
It was a look that said: I've given up this much of my body, so now it's your turn to hand over the cock. A remarkably impure gaze to direct at one's master.
[Look at that! Look at her looking up at the Breeder without knowing her place!]
But I could let this slide. She had effectively declared the abandonment of her pride and the rights to her own body. To demand more now—while she was still in a daze, fully enjoying the moment—would be like throwing cold water on a fire.
Besides, whether dealing with beasts or humans, the system of "merit and punishment" between superior and subordinate must be clear. History is full of national crises triggered by rebellions over unfair rewards and punishments.
[But why don't I get a reward?]
The SD character hopped up and down in front of me, looking victimized. I hadn't even done anything to her, yet she was the one who approached me first and demanded a reward. I didn't know if she was being shameless or if, based on her earlier comments, she was simply jealous of Eleonora. Regardless, as she puffed out her cheeks in a pout, my cock—now dangling free from my pants—lightly slapped against Eleonora's cheek.
"To think... that this thing..."
Despite being struck on the cheek with a penis rather than a hand, Eleonora showed no anger. Instead, her face was a complex mess of emotions—a look of someone who finally got what they wanted, yet hated herself for wanting it so badly.
That lasted only a moment. Her nostrils flared as she sniffed around the glans. Then, with a long, deep intake of breath, she began to inhale the scent from the tip down to the base.
"Haaaaa..."
As the last traces of her displeasure vanished, her eyes turned into those of a dazed female in heat. Trembling with ecstasy, she did something unexpected: she gave the glans a tiny, soft peck.
"Ahhh... To think I've been reduced to offering my kisses to your member... You wicked, horrible man..."
"Is that so?"
In that fleeting moment, after giving it what people call a "bird kiss," she seemed certain I wouldn't take it away from her yet. She started babbling whatever came to mind.
[Ughhh!! I'm so jealous! I'm so jealous I could die!]
The SD character bounced around Eleonora, biting a handkerchief with envy. It looked like she wanted to scream that the spot belonged to her and snatch it away, but... well, what could she do? This cute, two-headed figure only exists in my eyes.
Ignoring the ghost, Eleonora cradled my cock in both hands and let out a long sigh.
"Haaaa... What is this... Why is this thing... Why does this filthy, hideous thing that stole my purity make me...?"
To hear her tell it, she was a tragic knight lamenting her fate—even as she had just declared she would turn her own body into a toilet just to taste my seed.
"Slurp..."
But the reality was a lewd knight in heat, panting over the cock in her hands to make it stand tall, licking her lips in anticipation of the flavor to come.
"Haa..."
After exhaling over it two or three times, Eleonora flicked her tongue out. She began tapping the tip of her tongue against the still-flaccid head, specifically poking at the opening of the urethra. Then, she slid her tongue underneath and wrapped it around the shaft like a python constricting its prey.
"Slurp! Gulp...! Chuuu! Truly, a monstrous, shameless cock...!"
A human tongue is only so long, so she could barely wrap it around the ridge of the glans, but she looked like she was dying of happiness. With a flirtatious curve to her eyes, she puckered her lips like an octopus and began to slowly swallow the head.
"Gulp! Schlorp!!"
"Look at that face."
[How vulgar! That thing... is a knight?]
She wore the face of a female in heat, a face no knight should ever make—the kind of depraved expression seen only in the most hardcore vacuum-fellation videos. Eleonora continued to swallow the cock inch by inch, like a snake slowly working its way down a meal. Her expression was so lewd that even the SD character, who had been screaming in jealousy, went silent and switched to "spectator mode."
"Mmm... slurp. This... this little thing... slurp! Don't think... schlorp... you can bind me with this...!"
Having successfully pushed the cock all the way into her mouth until she reached the root, Eleonora tried to make a triumphant declaration of victory. But the real show was just beginning.
"You're acting pretty smug for someone who just swallowed a flaccid cock."
"Mphhh?! Bukut!?"
Eleonora's eyes widened as she felt the cock suddenly begin to engorge and harden inside her mouth.
"No matter how much you love it, you shouldn't overeat. Right?"
"Mbuph! Ubububu?! Mphhh!?"
Swallowing it with such bravado was fine, but had she not considered the possibility of it getting hard inside her? Of course she had. This slutty knight had already wrapped both arms around my waist, instinctively realizing how to serve me while simultaneously maximizing her own pleasure.
Previously, when we did this, she had only experienced the friction against her oral membranes. This time was different.
"Gag! Gugh! Mpuuuph... ♥"
Wanting to taste the "male" even deeper, she opened her throat and accepted the length, shaking her head passionately. Even as she took the massive girth deep into her throat, eyes tearing up, she gave me a soft, lewd smile in response to my hand stroking her hair.
In this moment, she was the very definition of a "sow"—a truly commendable specimen.
About ten minutes passed.
"Slurp!! Schlorp!! Gulp!!"
Cling! Clang! Cling!
Squeltch! Squeltch!
"Mpuuh! Slurp!"
Even though all the pigs in the pen had finished their feed and were grunting contentedly, this "sow" didn't stop sucking. In fact, she took it further, using the hands that had been on my waist to fondle her own breasts and groin, fully immersing herself in the pleasure.
I could have enjoyed her mouth-cunt service all day, but she had training sessions scheduled for later. It was time to wrap this up.
"Mph...?"
As my cock began to throb, Eleonora tilted her head. Recognizing the familiar sensation, she pulled her throat back—which had been clumsily but earnestly tightening around me—and began shaking her head frantically with her lips puckered out like a pathetic octopus.
"Drink every last drop."
"Mph! Mph!"
I didn't even need to push her head down. With a series of wet spurts, Eleonora's cheeks puffed out like a squirrel preparing for winter.
"..."
"Good girl. So you know you aren't supposed to swallow until I tell you to?"
Looking up at me with anxious eyes—in stark contrast to her bulging cheeks—Eleonora seemed to be reflecting on how greedily she had devoured her master's member. She looked worried that I might take it away from her, but as I said, this was "feed." A breeder doesn't take food away from the livestock.
"Pop!"
Even after the cock popped out of her mouth, she continued to look up at me with trembling eyes. As I mentioned, rewards and punishments must be clear. And on top of that, one must make sure the favor is felt.
"Open up."
Shake, shake!
Fearing I would take back the semen in her mouth, Eleonora clamped her lips shut and shook her head defiantly.
...Is she still so obsessed with her own pleasure that she forgets who her master is?
I should be happy that her desire for my cock has grown so much, but since the training focused on pleasure, it seemed she was starting to view me more as a "Breeder who provides pleasure" than a Master.
Still, the fact that she didn't swallow without permission deserved praise. I stroked her hair once more, then gently caressed her cheek.
"Swallow."
"!"
Gulp! Gulp! Gulp!
The moment the command left my lips, her throat began to work. With every gulp, her body shivered; with every swallow, her nipples tightened and relaxed in a rhythmic pulse of ecstasy.
[She's coming. She's coming every time she swallows the cum past her cock-sensitized throat!]
Though it wasn't a messy, full-body climax like during sex, Eleonora enjoyed the waves of pleasure that came with every gulp. After draining every last drop, she opened her mouth wide for me to inspect.
"Mmm, clean. So, how was the taste of fresh morning cum?"
"It still has that nauseating, thick male scent... and the smell of the cunt you violated last night is woven into it, making me frown. How can you feed such a thing to a human—"
"So, what is your honest review of the taste, Sir Knight?"
As soon as I finished, the corners of her mouth twitched into a loose smile, and she spoke.
"It was thick... sweet and smooth, but so substantial in my mouth that for a moment, I thought my mouth had become a vagina receiving an internal ejaculation, and I almost lost myself...! Especially that unique taste of semen that drives a female mad... it was irresistibly d-delicious... I can confidently say it was the most delicious of all the semen I've tasted so far. To the point where I found myself wanting more... ♥"
She reminisced about the flavor with an ecstatic look, forgetting to glare at me with her usual venom. Of course, she quickly regained her composure and glared at me for making her say such absurd things, but she seemed to have forgotten there was one more thing to do.
"We still have to clean up, don't we?"
"Clean...? Y-you filthy man! You're still not satisfied, and now you want a cleanup...?!"
Her shock was short-lived.
While still savoring the taste of the semen in her stomach, Eleonora's eyes rounded again at the sight of my cock, still dangling in front of her, dripping with saliva and leftover cum. She immediately took the glistening member back into her mouth and began to suck.
"Whether we have sex or I'm just feeding you, from now on, whenever I use my cock, you are to clean it directly with your mouth. Got it?"
"Mph...! Puhwa! Who... who would do such a thing... hic! You pervert!"
The knight's words carried little weight, given she was currently burping the scent of semen and had a stray pubic hair stuck to the corner of her mouth. Regardless, she was fed. She was ready for the morning's work.