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Conquering the Desert's guardian	By : Datsexypootisburdtho Category: +A through F > Fire Emblem (all) > Fire Emblem (all) Views: 1718 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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“You’re sure that you don’t mind such a task, Igrene? I’d have asked others but… they’re all busy and everyone has told of how reliable you are.”

Igrene, Guardian of the Nabata Desert and daughter of Hawkeye, chuckled as she shook her head, one hand on her hip and the other on top of a young boy’s head. But not just any young boy, you see. This was the Crown Prince of Askr, Alfonse. They’d all started to relax a little after Hel was dealt with, only for Loki to swoop in and change several important figures in the Order of Heroes into children. Oddly enough, Sharena and Anna went ignored… it must not have struck the troublemaker as amusing to shift their age, theorized one Queen Elincia as a younger Ike rode on her shoulders.

“No, I don’t mind in the slightest. I’m very good with children, you know. He’ll be fine until we can get this mess resolved, Queen Henriette. I will guard him with my life if need be.” That seemed to satisfy the lad’s mother, and she knelt down to look her son in the eye as she said her goodbyes for now. Warm golden eyes met shy blue orbs, and the tanned beauty smiled as she tousled his hair affectionately.

“Miss Igrene… w-what are we gonna do until Mother and the others fix what’s going on?” he asked in such a soft, adorable voice that it made her heart melt. Gods, was it wrong that a small part of her didn’t want this to end at all? Her hand ran through his hair again, and that part grew when he smiled up at her as they rounded the corner that led to her quarters.

“Oh… nothing overly complicated. Just some… physical exercises to burn off all that youthful energy you’ve got now, if that sounds good to you?” It was a snap decision yes, but there was no way she could deny the desire that had bloomed in her heart. Even just the few minutes it took to walk down the hall to her door taxed her resolve heavily, and Igrene sighed in relief when she closed and locked her room behind herself and Alfonse. This was wrong… but it felt so right~

“What kind of… exercises? L-Lady Igrene?!” he said in surprise as her lips curved into a sultry smirk, and she ever so slowly exposed her incredible breasts to his eyes. Something in his pants twitched at the sight of her bosom, and it seemed that at least one part of him had stayed the same. Unless Loki’s curse had somehow… enhanced his “Royal Scepter”. Either way, she wouldn’t be complaining.

“Oh… nothing much. Just a few rounds of sex, nothing overly complicated.” In truth, his mother had put her up to this. The Queen of Askr wanted to be sure that her son started early when it came to having an heir, and now that he was in such a young state… the desert guardian couldn’t resist.

The blue-eyed boy swallowed a lump in his throat as the outrageously sexy woman approached, and caressed his cheek as she leaned in and gave him his first kiss. While much of his mind and mannerisms had reverted back to how they were when he had been younger, there was some knowledge and parts of Alfonse that stayed the same. Namely, what sex was and all it entailed. So to hear Igrene say such a thing was… both nerve-wracking, and oh so incredibly exciting.

Her tongue slid into his mouth as she gently pushed him flat on the bed beneath her form, supple curves and ample bosom pressed against his thin, lean torso. His length rapidly hardened and strained against his pants, the fabric not meant to contain something that big, and Igrene smirked as a tearing sound reached her ears. ‘My my… it seems he wants me more than I was planning on.’

She loosed a needy mewl against his lips as she deepened their kiss, all the while his painfully-stiff cock rubbed against her bare sex and over soaked blonde curls. She would teach Alfonse the finer details of how to make love, yes… but before there was anything that remotely approached something that genuine and tender… the young prince would have the brains fucked out of him.

The older woman pulled him up and laid his head in the crook of her arm, and pressed her teat into his lips as her hand gripped the base of his cock. “Go on… drink up my prince.” Igrene breathed, in a voice so laden and husky with desire that the boy could hardly believe he hadn’t cum from her words alone. “You need to grow up big and strong if you’re going to be a good king… and a good king needs to be well-equipped too.” she said as he latched onto her nipple, and a soft cry escaped as milk started to flow into his mouth.

“You’re… already more suited in that department than even your father…” Alfonse glanced up at her with a curious expression on his face, but was soon distracted by the incredible feel of her hand as it moved up and down his shaft, her palm already slick thanks to the copious amounts of precum that leaked from his crown. It was practically a river… there would be no problem at all when it came to ensuring that she gave him an heir.

This was… amazing. Her hand was admittedly rougher than he would have preferred, but that added a bit of an exotic feel to it. And once you combined that with how slick her grip was… it was certainly a delightful experience. But that paled before the sweetness of her milk. It was like heaven had come down to grace his tongue with something that was pleasantly warm, and his tongue lapped up every drop that he coaxed from her tit. Gods.... it was divine, the sensations her hand brought him coupled with the addicting taste of that sweet, sweet ambrosia was… even if he lived for hundreds of years, Alfonse doubted he’d be able to properly express just how lovely Igrene’s milk was.

And the older woman would never be able to make him understand just how much she enjoyed his mouth as he nursed, how such an intimate act made feel close to him. In part, she had agreed to bear his child so she could be a mother again, but… it had been too long since she last laid with a man. Her husband had vanished long ago, and the day she finally accepted that fact and removed her wedding band to place it inside a box nearly broke her. Guarding the desert was the only thing she could see herself doing until old age or death rendered her unable to continue… but… just for a little while, it was ok to pretend that she could simply be a mother and a wife again, right? ….. right?

His cock twitched in her grasp as he moaned and suckled faster, oblivious to the thoughts that ran through her head. She was thankful for the distraction of his impending orgasm, and her pace quickened as her hand turned into a blur along his shaft. “Do it… cum for me Alfonse. Give me your seed… let me drink every last drop for you~” That made him throb like mad in her palm, and he shot her a pleading look even as milk ran down his chin. “Oh? Would milord like his humble servant to swallow every last ounce of his climax?”

He nodded desperately as his eyes screwed shut, and Igrene chuckled as she reluctantly pulled him off of her breast so she could take him down her throat. Her mouth opened wide and over half of his prodigious prick vanished between those plump lips of hers, and Alfonse came with a cry, her name the only word he could speak as white-hot flames of pleasure overtook his mind.

Her cheeks bulged with the first load from his balls, and Igrene’s eyes widened at the taste and texture of his cum. ‘Gods… I can’t let even a single drop spill, it would be such a waste!’ And so the prince of Askr was treated to the sight of Nabata’s protector eagerly and enthusiastically drinking his seed, her head bobbing up and down his dick while her unbound hair bounced in tune to her motions.

Thick, creamy jizz pooled in her stomach as she drank everything he gave her without fail, and when he at last came down from that peak and could see and think clearly, Igrene showed off her mouth and the apparent lack of his discharge. If anything, that only made him harder as she straddled his waist and pressed his face into her generous cleavage. “I promise we’ll do more later my prince, but I need to make sure I bear you an heir first…. I’ll give you as many as you want.”

Alfonse looked up into her eyes as he slowly started to grope and fondle her bust, and she licked her lips as her soaked folds brushed over his crown. “... Igrene… I… I want you. I know that I-I’m not as big as I should be but… I’m supposed to be king someday, right?” she stroked his hair as a roll of her wide, child-bearing hips drew a moan from them both. “Then… I think I should be in charge now…”

“Alfonse… look at me. Really, really look at me.” Her eyes bored into his own, and the young boy found that there was a challenge that lurked inside those incredibly beautiful golden orbs. “Do you think that you should be in charge, or do you know. When a king is in bed with a willing woman who submits… it isn’t a matter of asking permission for what you want. You will be the king of Askr someday, you are correct. Whatever you want to do to me… don’t stop and think about it. Do it… Your Majesty.”

Those words roused a fire inside his spirit, and Igrene had time enough to smile before he surged forward and tackled her to the bed. The dark-skinned warrior cried out as he flipped her over onto all fours with a strength like a man possessed, and she mewled as he grabbed hold of her long blonde hair and pulled. Her back arched and she cried out as he buried his cock inside her, his virginity gone in one swift swing of his hips.

“Yes! Gods yes! Fuck me my king, my pussy is all yours! Take me, fuck me, breed me!” she wailed as Alfonse pounded into her snatch harshly, without any time for her to even try and adjust to his size. And, oh, how she loved it. Loved the slight sting as her hair was used as a handle to pull her deeper onto the royal member that spread her walls apart, adored how her back arched as an orgasm swiftly approached, and was already addicted to the feel of his tip at her womb. ‘A king takes what he wants in bed Alfonse… because what he wants is freely given. My body… is yours to do as you please with, my liege.’

It was a sight that would never grow old, if you asked him. Igrene’s large, round, shapely ass that bounced and rippled as it smacked against his groin with a meaty thwack, and it was just as good to hear as it was to see. Again and again did the sound fill her room as he fucked her without care towards her own pleasure, and over and over did she babble pleas for him to go harder, faster.

The future monarch debated on trying to hold his climax back, it had approached awfully quickly thanks to how fresh and new the sensations of sex were now, but she had wanted him to breed her after all… a good king fulfills the wants and needs of his people, especially for a woman like her. Alfonse leaned forward and seized her tits in his hands and squeezed, much to the blonde’s pleasure as milk leaked out onto the bed below. Pearly-white teeth found her neck and bit down ever so slightly as he came, her womb flooded with his royal sperm.

Igrene didn’t need to be told by a physician, or a healer of any sort. She was pregnant with the heir to Askr’s throne now… the seed that swam in her most sacred of places was too virile, too plentiful to not knock her up. Her walls clenched and writhed much like her body as an explosive climax washed over her, and her mind began to sink beneath the waves of ecstasy that his rough, devil-may-care pace had brought her.

She loved it, loved it on a level that she could not fully understand. Perhaps he would have had to hold back with another woman, one that wasn’t used to the kind of force he packed behind his thrusts. But not with her. For all her beauty, all of her sensuality… Igrene was a warrior, a fighter. She was tougher than she looked, and he took full advantage of that fact to fuck her just the way he wanted to. Hard.

Regrettably, he pulled out and rolled her over onto her back, and slammed back home as his mouth closed over her teat once again. This position was more primal than the last, designed for nothing but mating as he pressed her down into the bed with short, brutal strokes. Those golden orbs threatened to roll back into her head as Alfonse pounded down into her pussy, and she whimpered as his teeth nibbled at a sensitive nipple. He was… far too good at pleasing her, as if he had an innate understanding of just what he needed to do to drive her crazy with need.

Plap! Plap! Plap plap plap plap!

The sounds of raw, animalistic rutting echoed throughout the room and into the hall, loud enough for any passing by to hear the Guardian of Nabata getting fucked silly. Her snatch clung to his cock like a vice, desperately trying to coax out every last drop of sperm in those fat, swollen balls that smacked against her gloriously bronzed skin with every thirst of his hips. Tears poured down her face as her king used her body for his pleasure, and did his level best to drink her dry of that delicious milk.

He came again inside her sex, and found the strength to march her over to the large window in the corner of her room. Igrene’s breasts pressed flush against the glass as Alfonse increased his speed, his strength, and her mind finally sank beneath the waves of pleasure. Eventually she would come back down, and be able to think straight again, but for now…

“Yessss! Shhooo gooood! Alfooooonse! Ffffuuuck meeeee~” The only thing that mattered to her was the boy-king who had just claimed her body as his own, and how she could best service his cock and whatever carnal needs he had. Igrene doubted that, in what tiny little corner of sanity she had left, he would make her his bride… but surely she could remain as his consort, right?

“ Mmmph… hmmm… haaahh… glllrk, gllllrk, hrrrk! ” Alfonse fired off one, two, three bursts of cum down his concubine’s throat, before he pulled out and painted her gorgeous face white with his seed. Her belly was swollen with his second child, and Igrene made sure that her companion got her fair share of kingly jizz all over her face as well. In the end, they never managed to find a cure for him, and for all they knew he could be stuck like this for years. But, given how amazing both women before him looked with their bodies heavy with his offspring… and a fresh load over their skin… it couldn’t be such a bad thing, right?
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