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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.)
You awaken in the forest, lying on your back and staring up at the dense fog, nearly obscuring the moon in the sky. Rhea lies next to you, regaining consciousness about the same time as you.
“Finally awake, you frail little harlots?”
The voice belongs to the armored knight you fought, now sitting only a few feet in front of you. No longer clad in armor, his head is now clearly visible, displaying long, white hair and a similarly-colored mustache on an aging face. While you don’t recognize the man, Rhea clearly does. “Lonato… I should’ve known! This offense against the Church will not go unpunished. I will see your lands razed, your castle breached, your-”
“What are you talking about?” Lonato interrupts. “I am merely practicing the tradition of Saint Hallowine. That I happened to find the Archbishop this night, and she happened to fall victim to the exact type of peril this tradition promotes, is hardly an act of aggression against the Church. Now, if you wouldn’t mind, I believe it’s time for you to play the part of a captured damsel.” Lonato takes out his member, revealing a long lance which intimidates even more than his martial weapon did.
“W-Whatever grudge you have with the Archbishop, leave me out of it,” you say, glaring at Lonato. “I want nothing to do with this foolish holiday.”
“Ah yes, that’s right. The Archbishop’s sacrilegious underling. It’s no surprise that one dressed as a devil would wish to disrespect this holy day by abdicating her duties. I have no intention of granting you mercy, but this artifact should keep you busy until I’ve disciplined the Archbishop.”
“I-I’m not a devil. You see…”
As you urgently try to explain your costume, Lonato takes out a smooth, black object shaped an awful lot like the toys women use to pleasure themselves. Its purple glow concerns you, but you have no time to react before Lonato places a heavy hand on your stomach and slides the artifact into your pussy. He strikes the base of the artifact with his palm, causing it to start vibrating within you.
“*FFFFWAAAH!*” you scream, overwhelmed as an intoxicating sensation courses through your soul. You lose track of the world around you as your energy levels spike, but there’s something dark and insidious about the essence flooding your body. Your tattered wings mend themselves, and your makeshift horns grow even bigger than they were before. Your spade-tipped tail swishes around in response to the artifact’s pleasure. This form is unfamiliar, but there’s no mistaking it. You’ve been granted the power of a succubus, and with it, a craving for sex.
When you come to your senses, you find that your transformation has gone unnoticed. You’re a little hurt, but it looks like they’re getting to the fun part, so you’ll forgive them. Rhea is kneeling upright, and Lonato kneels in the same position behind her. He’s clearly lining himself up with one of her holes. “I said it before, witch, and I’ll say it again. Tonight, you atone for your crimes with your ass!” Well, that answers which hole.
Rhea replies, “If you so much as touch my sacred body with that lowly prick of yours, the Goddess herself will burn you in an instant, leaving nothing but- *mmph!?*”
You interrupt Rhea, kissing her with blatant disregard for her threats. She stares back at you angrily, but a moment later, she shuts her eyes and moans submissively into your mouth. Her ass is Lonato’s.
The sounds of Rhea’s ass being violated echo through the forest. And, given her tremendous hips, the sounds are loud and lewd. Lonato is not being patient, and Rhea’s already moaning into your mouth like a slut. Amidst the assfucking, she can’t focus on making out with you at all, allowing you to molest her mouth however you like. It’s lots of fun to bully her tongue, swirling around it ravenously and then pinning it down when it tries to lick you back. For being so pushy before, she sure is weak when there’s a cock in her ass~.
The vibrating device continues stirring up your unholy tunnel, making your pussy juices run down your thighs. The pleasure distracts you enough that Rhea manages to break away from your kiss. She scowls at you and says, “You will be *AH* punished severely for *THIS*, Professor!!”
“Are you trying to threaten me?” you ask, adding a higher pitch and a teasing lilt to your usual flat tone. “I can’t say I’m afraid of some whore getting her ass railed in the middle of the woods, even if she is the Archbishop.”
You try to clamp your lips back on hers, but she puts up a troublesome fight. “You and Lonato will *OHH* rue the *DAY* when *KYAA*”
Lonato collides his palm against Rhea’s humongous ass. “That’s Lord Lonato to you, woman!” While Rhea is still stunned by a minor noble spanking her, it’s easy to secure her lips in a kiss. Got her~.
With your prey recaptured, you mash your body tightly against Rhea’s, mashing your huge tits against hers. Lonato continues fucking Rhea’s massive, divine peach, forcing her hardened nipples to rub against yours as her body bounces back and forth on the man’s stiff cock. Her body’s only been pillaged for a short while, but you can already feel the heat on her breath and the sweat on her skin. Her moans are reaching a fevered pitch as they disappear into your mouth. She makes a final attempt to push you away, but her earlier defeat against Lonato has left her arms as weak as noodles. She quickly gives up and wraps her arms around you instead.
“*CMMMNNNGGG!*” she cries down your throat, already faltering under the pleasure of getting her holy asshole reamed. You hug her back so that you can feel her pathetic, orgasmic shuddering, more fitting of a prostitute than a woman of faith. You giggle as you squeeze her as tightly as possible, squishing her tits with yours as you ravage her mouth so profanely that she drools all over her inferior breasts. Fortunately, Lonato seems to be having no problem with his stamina as he continues claiming the Archbishop’s ass with no end in sight.
As her climax subsides, you pull back from your drawn-out, oppressive kiss. You ask, “You seem to be enjoying yourself far more than an angel should. So, how about it? Are you ready to renounce your post and pursue a life of sluttery instead, Archbishop?”
Rhea gazes back at you, her face clearly tired, but a fire still burning behind her eyes. “I will not *AHHH* lose… to a mindless *HERETIC*… and a *OH* traitorous BITCH!”
You lower your eyelids halfway closed and grin smugly. “Lose? It’s a competition, is it? Well then, I’d better make more of an effort.”
You maintain eye contact as you slide your smooth tail between Rhea’s legs, arriving at her clit. “My my, Archbishop,” you taunt. “You’re awfully wet down here. It seems that the ‘mindless heretic’ and his cock are really having an effect on you.” Rhea is too overwhelmed by her moans to respond. “In any case, have a safe flight to heaven. Or perhaps I’m sending you to a pleasurable hell? No matter.” You concentrate a glowing, purple magic at the tip of your tail, then start vigorously rubbing Rhea’s clit.
Rhea wails like a stupid slut and cums on the spot. She throws her head back and absolutely sprays the ground beneath her with the sweet juices of a fallen angel. It’s no surprise, considering you magically replicated her clit’s pleasure across every nerve ending of her sanctified cunt. You can’t hold back your laughter as you watch this brazenly confident woman finally put in her place. She digs her nails into your back as pleasure wracks her body, and still you laugh at the whore of an Archbishop, falling victim to her own church’s ridiculous customs. It’s too late for regrets now. All that awaits her is a hell of a thousand orgasms from your dark magic and aphrodisiac-coated tail. Though, your enjoyment of Rhea’s downfall allows your own pleasure to sneak up on you. The vibrator between your legs sets you off, hitting you with a tidal wave of an orgasm. You squeeze Rhea just as tightly as she’s squeezing you, and the two of you moan into the skies as you tremble in climax together.
Lonato, watching the so-called Archbishop lose her mind to pleasure, adds his own commentary. “It seems the Archbishop will readily climax for men and women alike! Who would have guessed that Archbishop Rhea was a bigger whore than any student of her filthy academy.”
“LORD LONATO! MERCY!” Rhea cries. Lonato responds by smacking her thick ass, making her body tense up as she drips more girlcum. Incoherent screams emerge from Rhea’s mouth, so you quell the distressed Archbishop with another debauched kiss.
Not to be outdone by you, Lonato really picks up the pace and also starts smacking Rhea’s ass around like a slab of meat. Rhea’s body rocks back and forth as her ass is plundered with no regard for her title. You can feel her arms squeeze you tighter every time he thrusts into her backdoor. Her resistance is almost gone… She begins flicking her hips around as a last ditch effort to avoid Lonato’s assbreaking dick and your clitscrubbing tail, but it’s a lost cause. She moans into your mouth, “Bylehh, Bylehh…” So cute! Begging for mercy won’t work, though~. Angels are no good unless they’re completely broken. You and Lonato continue your assault on the angel’s pleasure points, turning the symbol of purity into nothing but a wet rag, soaked with her own sweat and pussy juices. You break the kiss as you feel her reaching the precipice, and she looks back at you to reveal the exact moment when the fire behind her eyes goes out.
“CUMMING!” Rhea declares. Her third orgasm is the one that breaks her spirit, and this time, she’s the one who leans forward to kiss you. She babbles incoherently into the kiss, but leaves herself just as open to oral domination as ever. Feeling even less merciful than you, Lonato grabs Rhea’s arms and pulls them back, using them as leverage to fuck her even faster and harder while she cums. Meanwhile, you shift your hands down to Rhea’s divine breasts and proceed to maul them, squeezing and smacking with none of the respect she deserves, which isn’t much to begin with. Did she really think an angel could beat a succubus at sex? How stupid~!
Despite Rhea reaching her limit multiple times already, Lonato isn’t even close. Time goes by, and Rhea loses control over and over again. You get off a few times yourself, just watching her saintly ass succumb to the pleasure of being some old man’s cocksleeve. Eventually she passes out, as all feeble sluts do. She falls over, face-down ass-up, and leaves you to finish Lonato off. Typical lazy Church whore. Her ass is already red from Lonato’s punishment, but you still use one hand to keep spanking her while your other hand jerks Lonato off. Finally, he blows a load that no human should be capable of producing. From her hair, down the entire length of her back, Lonato’s semen mars her pristine body. Previously pristine, that is. You squeeze a couple of globs onto each of her asscheeks, too, for good measure. Her broken halo flickers, then disappears completely.
With a grin, you note, “It seems that Lady Rhea was unable to overcome the tribulations of Saint Hallowine’s. How unfortunate.” You try to keep a straight face, but your laughter breaks through as you add, “Perhaps the title of Archbishop is not so impressive after all, if even a dirt-eating anal whore can attain it.”
“Yes, that’s right. Despite her title of Archbishop, she was a disgrace to our faith and to our people,” Lonato agrees. “She has been punished for her transgressions accordingly. Now it’s your turn.”
Your eyes widen with surprise. “Me?” you ask, pointing to yourself for confirmation.
“That’s right. Did you think you would be spared just because you switched sides after you’d lost? Such behavior may be fitting of a feckless imp like yourself, but you will still be punished for it!”
“Oh, I’m not an imp. I’m a succu- *GLLH*”
Lonato grabs you by the throat and slams you to the ground, flat on your back. The impact fills your recently-repaired wings with another set of holes and snaps both your horns. You grab at his hand with both of yours, but your physical strength is already gone. The vibrator in your pussy, and the multiple orgasms it’s given you, haven’t helped either. With as much breath as you can croak out, you plead, “Shouldn’t you… be… seduced? I’m… hot…”
“I’ll not fall for your temptation, imp! Suffer my righteous punishment!”
The holy paladin releases your neck, but the breath of fresh air is immediately followed by a cock in your ass. “Oh, fuck!” you squeak. You’re already critically aroused and sensitive from playing with Rhea. You really weren’t expecting a second round with Lord Lonato! Maybe you can bluff him? “Y-You can’t *AH* punish a s-s-succubus with sex, i-idiot!” That just made him fuck your devilish ass harder! Bad idea, bad idea! The magic toy in your cunt is tough enough to endure on its own, but the rock hard shaft in your ass completely tips the scales against you! He’s just some old man, and yet… and yet…!
“I’M CUMMING!!!” you announce. Your whole body tightens up as the pleasure becomes unbearable, but Lord Lonato is no more merciful to you than he was to Rhea. That long, steel rod of his continues bottoming out in your back tunnel, making your eyelids flutter every time. With both your holes getting stimulated nonstop, you can’t even catch your breath.
“You finished even faster than the Archbishop did!” Lonato booms. “Your lies of being immune to sex will not save you from divine retribution!”
“FORCING A SUCCUBUS *HUFF* TO CUM *HUFF* ISN’T FAIR!” you protest.
“On the contrary! Fairness is all you’ll get! A fair sentence for your salacious crimes!”
You try to crawl away, but you’re far too weak to break free of Lord Lonato’s grip on your hips. You can only bounce around on his cock, your sinfully huge breasts shaking around and enhancing the shameful pleasure of your punishment. Rather than a succubus, you feel like some big-titted tavern wench whose ass was purchased by a visiting noble. The righteous cock in your asshole is fierce unstoppable, a fact which the tired muscles in your poor asshole can attest to. With bags under your eyes, you look up to Lonato and ask, “Lonato! I-I mean *LOOOORD* Lonato! Y-You must be tired! How about *AH-AH-AH* break!?” The frown on his face make it’s clear you’ve failed, and the thumb on your clit makes it clear that you’re done for.
“*CUMMING!!!*” you cry. Every nerve in your crotch is alight with ecstasy, and your pussy won’t stop gushing love juices. You kick and punch the ground as you get a taste of your own medicine, your swollen and sensitive clit pulsing under the delightful torment. “S-STOP! OR AT LEAST SLOW DOWN!” you beg. In spiteful refusal, Lonato speeds up, battering your underworldly asshole with more intensity than you can handle. “NOOOOO!” Abandoning all remaining dignity, you scream like a bitch, “*I’M SORRY!!*” Feeling every vein of his member in your tight, constricting asshole is driving you insane, and your cursed clit is bombarding you with eye-rolling pleasure! How is he still going after fucking Rhea for over an hour? Is he going to fuck you for over an hour!? You don’t stand a chance! Fuck, you’re already-
“*CUMMING!!!*”
Things are looking grim…
“Uuuhhh…” you drone. Still flat on your back, your head hangs limply at ninety degrees while you drool onto the forest floor.
Well over an hour after first claiming your ass, Lonato finally ends your disgrace by coating your face, tits, and stomach with an absurdly huge load of cum. You can’t recall ever feeling the weight of someone’s cum on your body before. It’s so heavy, and all your muscles are weak from having so many orgasms…
“That’s for Christophe,” Lonato sighs. “I hope you both feel some repentance over the insufferable layabout I have to call my son. And don’t either of you forget who owns those asses of yours. If I hear word of you setting foot anywhere near Castle Gaspard, I’ll ride out and personally remind you. Speaking of things I own…” Lord Lonato reaches down and roughly pulls the vibrator from your pussy, forcing your exhausted body into another undesired orgasm. You can feel all semblance of succubus powers draining from you. You’re just a violated, humiliated, washed up mercenary now… Lord Lonato marches off as you cum yourself into unconsciousness.
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