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Garreg Fuck Monastery	By : Somburliss Category: +A through F > Fire Emblem (all) > Fire Emblem (all) Views: 6195 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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(This is a smut chapter.)
Hilda, ever determined not to do a thing, grips the sides of a desk with both hands and sticks out her butt. She must intend for that to be her entire contribution to the sexual encounter. With her blouse pulled up to her armpits, and her skirt around her ankles, Hilda has nothing but a pair of pink panties defending her modesty. Now, if only she could have chosen a desk that wasn’t at the front of the class, directly in front of your own desk. You’ll just have to put up with this distraction while you grade papers.
“There you go, Ignatz. Knock yourself out,” Hilda offers in annoyance. “Not literally, though, or I’ll still have to grade those papers.”
“Don’t mind if I do, Hilda! Thanks for the invitation,” he replies.
It’s hard not to notice just how surprisingly hung Ignatz is. As he slides Hilda’s panties aside and presses himself against her pussy, she starts singing a different song. “Wow! You know, that’s a little bit bigger than I was expecting. Maybe you shouldn’t *HAHN!*”
Hilda’s round, pink eyes go as wide as saucers when Ignatz thrusts inside her, taking her pussy as payment for his assistance. The classroom is quickly filled with the sound of Hilda’s firm ass getting slammed by Ignatz’s hips, a fact which makes it difficult to focus on your work. Competing in volume, Hilda’s moans ring out loudly and lewdly. Based on the sloppy, wet noises accenting each thrust, it seems that Hilda’s pink pussy is soaked within seconds, making it easy for her fellow student to set a steady pace. You can feel that same wetness as you rub your own pussy in appreciation of the show your students are putting on. Wait, why is your hand in your skirt!? You quickly wipe your own pussy juices on your skirt and go back to grading papers, determined to be productive despite the nearby commotion.
Hilda shakily says, “Y-You know, you don’t have to *AH* w-work so *ohhhhh* hard, Ignatz!”
“Aww, thanks Hilda,” Ignatz replies. “But you don’t have to worry about me. Thanks to how stretchy your tight hole is, having intercourse with you isn’t hard at all.”
“That’s what I didn’t want to hear…”
The couple’s noisy fucking continues, and Ignatz becomes more bold. He raises his arm up and slaps Hilda’s ass hard enough to make her elastic asscheeks jiggle, the sound piercing the evening air. “*AHN~! Ignatz, why are you spanking me!?” Hilda objects.
Ignatz only answers by continuing to plow Hilda’s tunnel while alternating slaps against each of her asscheeks. You slide a finger in and out of your dripping quim as you watch the rough treatment, your free hand sliding under your miniscule top to tweak your nipple. You’ll go back to grading papers soon… Hilda’s moans grow louder and sweeter, but her partner keeps the same pace, patiently spanking her as he stirs up her noble honeypot. From your position, you get to see the exact moment that Hilda takes a deep breath and bends her body inward, prompting you to finger yourself faster in anticipation. The next instant, Hilda arches her back and screams, “*I’M CUMMING!*”
The girl trembles from head to toe, but Ignatz acts as though nothing unusual is going on. He keeps using her spasming cunt and painting her ass pink all the while, forcing all manner of disgraceful sounds from the daughter of Goneril’s mouth. You watch her eyes squint as she tries to endure being fucked mid-orgasm, but her eyelids ultimately fall. The rest of her body falls shortly afterwards, hitting the desk with a thud. You barely manage to suppress your moan as you squeeze one of your huge boobs, imagining your own tits being squished against the desk like Hilda’s…
Ignatz still maintains the same pace of pussyplowing until Hilda finally snaps him out of his intense concentration. “Ignatz… *huff* spanking… *huff* why?”
“Huh? Oh, sorry Hilda. I just thought your butt would look prettier if it was pink like your panties. And your hair, and your eyes, and your womanhood… I was even thinking I’d paint you in this position later.”
Hilda responds, “W-Wouldn’t you rather *huff* paint me *huff* cuter?”
“I think you look cute as a button just like this, Hilda. But, if you’d prefer a different position…”
Ignatz grabs Hilda’s long, pink twintails and uses them as reins, prying her limp body from the desk and back into an upright position. Hilda squeals, “*MY HAIR!*” but her objection is ignored. With a strength and speed you’d have never expected him capable of, Ignatz begins pistoning into his pink-themed cocksleeve. You wouldn’t be surprised if Hilda’s moans of pleasure could be heard through the stone walls surrounding the classroom. Her plump tits swing up and down like overfilled water balloons, her sweat coalescing at the tips of her nipples before being flung into the air, much like your own pussy juices launching from your lower lips. At this rate, what little brains your incompetent student has will quickly be fucked out of her, and you’re well on your way to having an orgasm from the sight of it.
“I-IGNATZ!” she pleads. “I CAN’T HANDLE… *YOUR COCK!* I’M CUMMING I’M CUMMING I’M CUMMING!”
As though barely exerting himself, Ignatz replies, “You’re just being modest, Hilda. I’m nothing special. I’ll bet you’re handling me without any trouble.”
To emphasize his incorrect point, Ignatz starts withdrawing further with each thrust, only to slam into Hilda’s oscillating ass even harder. Her high-pitched, whorish moans are already a dead giveaway of the pleasure coursing through her. The thick strands of girlcum squirting out around Ignatz’s cock are just the cherry on top.
“YOU’RE BREAKING ME! IT’S TOO GOOD! YOU’RE TOO MUCH!” Hilda squeals.
“Wow Hilda, you’re really good at giving compliments! I suppose that’s why everyone’s so eager to get into your panties. All this praise makes me want to have sex with you again really soon!”
“THAT’S NOT INTENTIONAL!”
Still sounding unaffected, Ignatz says, “I suppose I should finish up, though. Don’t want to keep the professor waiting!”
With one final thrust, Ignatz bottoms out in Hilda’s fuckhole and blasts his cum into her depths. At the same moment, your girlcum squirts from your pussy, sullying your skirt and the floor beneath your desk. Fuck, how in the world were you supposed to get any work done with something so insanely hot right in front of you!? You can’t look away as your problem student gets put in her place, her tongue rolling out as she’s filled with cum, spasming in her own climax at the same time. Once her pussy is so full that it’s leaking, Ignatz finally lets go of her hair. Hilda’s torso lands on the desk below and she instantly passes out, hips still twitching. The sight is so hot that you close your eyes and jam your fingers into your slit a few more times, getting the last of the satisfaction out of your orgasm with a dreamy moan. Ahhh…
When you open your eyes, you don’t see Ignatz anymore. “Huh? Where did…” You look left and right, confused, until an unreasonably large dick thumps across the bridge of your nose, obscuring your vision with cock meat. “Uhhh-”
Ignatz’s cock slides in and out of your soaked and submissive pussy. Bent over your own desk, you moan like a schoolgirl as your knock-kneed legs struggle to support you. This feels even better than you’d imagined… Your arms lie limp and unable to support you, leaving your huge chest pillows compressed against the desk, spreading out beneath the weight of your entire upper body. It’s hard to form thoughts with your cock-addled brain, but one issue does cross your mind. “Ignatz… should be *ahhhhh* grading *PAPERS!*”
“Well, it seemed impolite to show so much attention to Hilda without taking care of your needs as well, Professor,” he answers nonchalantly.
Girl juices run down your thighs at his mention of “your needs”. Apparently, jilling yourself off just a few feet away from him wasn’t an effective way of hiding your arousal. Still, you weren’t planning to take on the shame of getting bent over your own desk by one of your students today… That matters little to Ignatz as he rails you deep enough to make your toes curl. Whyyyy are you enjoying this so much!? In a last ditch effort to get some work done, you reach for a nearby stack of papers, intent on doing some grading while Ignatz stuffs your cunt with his hot, thick rod. Just when you reach out, though, he catches you and your sensitive pussy completely off guard by doubling his speed.
You gasp barely enough air to squeal, “CUMMING!” before faceplanting onto your desk. All the muscles in your body flex, causing you to knock over the stack of papers, dashing your last hopes of productivity amidst the intense pussypounding. But, despite your second orgasm of the evening, Ignatz shows no signs of stopping.
“Wow Professor, your orgasming body is so beautiful! Your messy hair, strewn all over the place… The sweat running down the sides of your ample breasts as they squish against the desk… I should paint a picture of this! That way, everyone can enjoy your erotic allure. I’ll hang it in the reception hall!”
Still getting fucked at full speed, you can only respond with, “NOOOO! *AH-AH-AH-AH* DOOOON’T!” The thought of the whole monastery seeing you in this pose is mortifying, and yet, your nethers drench themselves reflexively. Your slack body slides back and forth over the furnishing, unresisting against the force of each thrust. You shouldn’t be fucking… You should be working…! But you just can’t stop clamping down on this rock… hard… dick…!
Somewhere in the sea of lust you’re drowning in, Ignatz finally reaches his limit. He hilts himself inside you, his cockhead kissing your cervix before flooding your womb with molten warm semen. Your nails dig at the polished wood of your desk as you struggle to endure the overwhelming sensation. You fail. Climax overcomes you once again, driving you to the brink of exhaustion.
Finished tending to your needs, Ignatz pulls out and thwaps each of your asscheeks with his stiff rod, making you twitch appreciatively as you continue cumming. He comments, “I hope that’s the help you were looking for, Professor.” It wasn’t. “Just let me know the next time you need help from Hilda. I’ll be happy to fill her again. Rather, fill in for her again. The sacrifice on my part is definitely preferable to the major inconvenience of her doing work.”
This kid just turned you and Hilda into sweaty, cum-leaking sluts, and he thinks he did both of you a favor. Wow, how kind and generous… You almost open your mouth to tell him off, but you catch a glance of Hilda, still bent over and passed out. You feel as used up and worthless as she looks, and you soon join her in unconsciousness.
No papers got graded that night.
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