Chapter 160 Princess Realization

Chapter 160: 160 Princess Realization

It was, perhaps, inevitable that Urga equated ’Wife’ with ’Sow’. To her, since both roles involved acting as a vessel for seed, there was little difference between the two.

This was because Urga had lived in an environment vastly different from Rafe or Eleonora.

Egypt, India, Mesopotamia.

The regions known as the cradles of the four great civilizations—centered around the massive Nile, Indus, and Tigris rivers—shared a common thread among those who built great societies there.

As their civilizations advanced, their sexual cultures flourished alongside them.

Ancient Egypt, around 1150 BC, produced the Turin Papyrus, humanity’s first known pornographic document depicting sexual intercourse and various positions between men and women.

India produced the Kama Sutra, recording the arts of lovemaking and positions, while the Sumerians of the Mesopotamian civilization believed that ’if a man gazes upon his wife’s vulva for a long time, he will become rich or find good fortune.’

This meant that the stability of life secured through food production from fertile lands allowed them to turn their attention toward the development of culture.

And as the quality of life improved, their gaze naturally shifted toward the only remaining unsatisfied desire: the evolution of lust and sexual culture.

Conversely, for those driven into extreme environments, the development of sexual culture was delayed compared to other regions or evolved heterogeneously according to local customs.

For example, the Eskimos of the Arctic practiced female infanticide due to the belief that girls were less productive in hunting, leading to a shortage of women. This resulted in a ’sharing culture’ where one woman was shared by multiple men.

Of course, Urga’s people didn’t go as far as the sharing culture of the Eskimos.

But for Urga, who had lived her entire life with the perception that ’Wife = Broodmare,’ the act she witnessed earlier—Eleonora swallowing semen with her mouth—was baffling.

’Sex is simply for species propagation, for leaving behind offspring. It’s urgent enough just to make babies quickly...’

’Why swallow that precious seed down her throat?’

It was from that moment she began to slowly realize the difference between a Sow and a Wife.

’She says she’ll bear children, yet instead of taking it in her pussy to fertilize the egg, she feeds that precious semen to her mouth? Is it simple marking? To let other males know this female belongs to him?’

However, watching Eleonora continue her lewd yet affectionate service toward Rafe right before her eyes, the concept of a ’Sow’ began to slowly sink in.

And the decisive wedge that drove it home was the act happening right now: Intravaginal Urination.

’’I filled your pussy. It seems you find this more exciting, huh? Your cunt is clamping down so tight!’’

’’Hiiik, hughhh...! To think I’m being flooded with piss inside my womb... in front of that dull woman... it makes me a l-little...♥’’

Spluuuurt—!

’’That’s not just a ’little’!’’

’’I-I’m swooorryyyy! I’m so, so excited, Masterrr...♥!’’

As Rafe thrust his hips slightly forward, as urine erupted from the point of connection. Realizing that Eleonora’s womb was being filled with piss, Urga finally understood completely.

The concept of a Sow.

A toy that dedicates its body solely to the Master, regardless of whether that body breaks or ruins, existing only to be played with according to the Master’s will.

A being that, for the sake of the Master, would joyfully offer her own womb as a toilet, just like Eleonora.

A being that willingly spreads her legs for the Master’s sexual relief anytime, anywhere, even if treated worse than a human.

A being that, if told her pussy will be pissed in, gladly accepts the urine into her uterus.

A sex slave lower than a human, who whispers words of love to her Master like Eleonora, no matter what terrible degradation she suffers.

That was a Sow.

’So... a Sow isn’t just a breeder? It means a sex slave who can be fucked anywhere like that bitch!?’

’’Hiiii-uuugh...! My... my womb is so full, it won’t fit anymore! Master, Master’s pee... can’t fit any moore...!’’

Eleonora, completely disregarding Urga’s shock at this realization, was climaxing in delight, overwhelmed by the sensation.

Even though her womb was being defiled by waste, she gladly offered it up solely for Rafe’s comfortable urination and to serve him.

’’You... you said she was a Sow to bear your young! So why...?!’’

’’Heeeugghhh...♥’’

’’Hiiiek?!’’

Rafe quickly grabbed Eleonora’s chin and turned her face toward the protesting Urga.

Urga took a step back, staring at the face of her nemesis.

Despite her womb being filled with urine, there was no humiliation on Eleonora’s face. Instead, there was satisfaction and pride in having offered her womb, and the look of a woman completely broken by the sexual pleasure pouring from his cock along with the piss.

She was witnessing the ruin of a female knight who was once nobler than anyone.

’’Phew... that was refreshing. This has to become a habit, I don’t think I can live without pissing inside a Sow’s body anymore.’’

’’I-It is an honor... to be praised...! Please, use this Eleonora’s womb-toilet as much as you like in the future...♥’’

Eleonora sat there, dazed, her tongue hanging out loosely.

Rafe scratched her chin as if tickling a puppy, then began to snap his hips against her as a reward.

’’Oh, oooohhh?! Ma-Masterrrr...?!’’

’’I heard somewhere that some people get pregnant from piss. Where do you think I heard that?’’

’’Lies! That’s a lie...! This Eleonora will happily open her lewd pussy for Master anytime...!’’

Squelch-squelch! Schlick!

As Rafe, having finished urinating completely, began to pump his hips, clear liquid began to leak from Eleonora’s pussy accompanied by a wet, sloshing sound.

’’W-What are you doing?!’’

’’She did a commendable job, shouldn’t I give her a reward?’’

’’Hey! Even so, r-right now...?!’’

’’Hiiiiiieeeeek...♥’’

Urga was so shocked she even worried for her lifelong rival.

But her concern was meaningless. Watching Eleonora immediately begin to enjoy Rafe’s cock again, Urga unwittingly stepped back.

’’Hahng! Ha-guuh... Not only did you piss in me, but now you’re ravishing my pussy with such a vigorous cock... This Eleonora has no regrets in this life...♥’’

’’That won’t do. You still have to bear my young later. If you die already...’’

’’Th... then... I will live until I bear ten of Master’s children...♥’’

Only then did she figure everything out.

The meaning behind his words telling her to become a Sow.

It meant to offer her everything.

Her status, her dignity, even the morality and identity she held as a barbarian being.

It meant to throw it all away and serve him.

It was a command to become a Sow who entrusts everything to him, thinks only of serving him like the current Eleonora, and fawns over him.

It was absurd.

It wouldn’t be strange to call him a madman anywhere else.

But the moment she realized all this, Urga gasped, feeling a strange anomaly in her body.

’W-Why is my heart racing like this, dammit...!’

Why was her heart swelling in her chest, and simultaneously, what was this relentless throbbing trembling in her womb?

Every time she looked at Rafe indifferently ravishing Eleonora, her body grew hotter.

Her pussy throbbed so hard it hurt, and she felt something slick flowing down her thighs, just as Eleonora had.

When she first fell for him at first sight, it was simply because of his appearance—similar yet different from hers—and his intellectual demeanor.

But now, her body was being drawn to the man who had so brutally violated her nemesis and turned her into his ’Sow.’

If her reason had succumbed to him first, this time, even her instincts had surrendered to him.

Initially, she had simply decided to become his seed-vessel, and her thought of sacrificing herself for the future of the tribe hadn’t changed.

But alongside that, something else—another goal—was forming.

Yes, this pounding heart was separate from simply falling for him; it was the thrill of a challenge toward a newly formed objective.

"Big Sis?"

’’Huh, what is it, Darling? Do you have something to say?’’

’’Heeeuuugh!!’’

Rafe, who had hooked his finger into Eleonora’s nipple piercing and was tugging on it, spoke to Urga.

’’I, you see... I want your everything.’’

’’My... everything?’’

’’You know what I mean, don’t you? What ’everything’ means.’’

’’You mean... to abandon the barbarian known as ’me’, to abandon my status as the Princess of the Grey Wolves... and become solely darling’s S-Sow...?’’

’’Hiiiiieeeeeek?!!’:

Suddenly, Rafe let go of the ring and pressed down on Eleonora’s womb. Eleonora threw her head back and convulsed.

Seeing that, Urga gulped audibly.

’What will he say to me now?’

’Will he tell me to strip and offer my pussy?’

’Or will he tell me to lick his cock, just like he did to my rival?’

But the answer that came back was unexpected.

’’If you are disappointed in me, you can just go back as you are!’’

’’Huh?’’

’’Hmm... No matter how beautiful you are, big sis, telling someone who carries the future of her tribe to become a Sow is a bit much, isn’t it? Should I say my conscience pricks me?’’

’’After showing me all this, now? Now you tell me to leave if I don’t like it? Don’t... fuck with meeee!!’’

’’Huh?!’

’’Heeuuuuk?!!’’

Suddenly, Urga lunged at Rafe like a lightning bolt.

Normally, Eleonora would have intercepted her, but perhaps due to the aftershocks of continuous, intense orgasms, Eleonora couldn’t put up a proper resistance against Urga’s rough hands.

She was thrown aside, spraying liquids from her pussy as she hit the ground.

’’How dare you! How dare you look down on me, Urga, the Grey Wolf, just because you have a pretty face and strange powers!?’’

’’Wait, uh... Oomph?!’:

’’Smoooooch—h!!’’

Urga, not even glancing at the discarded Eleonora, roughly smashed her lips against Rafe’s, while her hands tore away the leather garments covering her body.

’’Pu-haah! You have the nerve to say you want my everything! Huh?! You say I can leave if I don’t like it?! If you’re a male with a cock, you should know how to pin down the female you covet! You even stole my first kiss like this!’’

’’Rather than stealing it... urk.’’

Urga, burying his face into her breasts so he couldn’t talk back, began to climb onto the armrests of the throne, just as Eleonora had done.

’’You said you wanted my everything? If you want it, I’ll give you as much as you can handle!’’

Rafe looked up at her cautiously, eyes wide like a rabbit at Urga’s sudden acceleration. Urga felt the sensations in her heart and womb tingle as if struck by lightning at his expression.

’’And you said you wanted to make me a Sow? Fine! Since I came here to become broodmare anyway! Broodmare or Sow, it’s all the same! Besides..!’’

As if she had completely made up her mind.

Urga placed one hand on Rafe’s shoulder and, with the other, spread open her own pussy, hidden beneath black pubic hair, declaring to the still-bewildered Rafe.

’’If you were going to reject me, I intended to do this from the start anyway.’’

’’Do... this?’’

’’Didn’t you know pillage-marriage is practically an old tradition for us barbarians? Just as our most powerful warriors kidnap and rape the females they fancy to make them bear children, this Princess of the Grey Wolves, Urga, will follow the tribe’s tradition...!!’’

’’I’m going to devour my Darling!’’

At Urga’s declaration that she would make her first experience a reverse-rape, Rafe felt laughter bubbling up, but he decided to play along with her.

’’Kyaaaaaaaah! Kyaaaaaaaah!’’

’’Hey, shut up! I’ll plug that noisy mouth like this! Mmph!’’

Before he knew it, Urga aligned the tip of his cock—covered in all sorts of fluids—with the entrance of her spread vagina. At Rafe’s artificial scream, Urga giggled and crashed her lips against his again.

’’Mmph... Slurp, Big sister, w-wait...mphm?!’’

’’Schluluuuurp!! Wait my ass, Smooooch! There is no waiting!’’

A passionate kiss that ravaged his tongue and saliva as if to devour his mouth, fitting for the word ’pillage.’ Of course, since it hadn’t been long since her first kiss, it was incredibly clumsy.

But judging by how she looked like a wolf tearing into the belly of a deer, it was a kiss worthy of Urga.

’’Pu-haah! Honey, you taste this delicious just kissing, so how will it feel to taste your cock with this pussy?’’

Just as beasts mark their territory with urine, his cock was slathered in piss from coming inside the Sow sprawled next to them. If she just slammed this cock inside her, she too would now...!’

’’No, I said wait a minute,’’

’’I can’t wait! I can’t hold it back anymooore!!’’

Foreplay was unnecessary.

She was already heated enough that she was dripping wet.

And then, Squelch—!

The black-haired female ruthlessly slammed her ravenous meat-pot down onto the male’s cock.