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The Missing Princess	By : Darkrestorer Category: +A through F > Fire Emblem (all) > Fire Emblem (all) Views: 6111 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Fire Emblem, or any of its characters. This story is purely for fun, and I gain no money from this.

Chapter List
- 1-Prison
- 2-Contract
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It had been a day since she last saw Grieth. She had spent the entire night sleeping in her cell on top of the worn out blanket, which provided no comfort from the rough ground. Needless to say, she had to toss and turn before she could even take a small step into the doors of sleep. Lyra had come a few times. Once to bring her a plate of bread that was lightly smothered with pork grease, two strips of bacon, and a mug of water, and the second time to check up on her. Lyra had unlocked her shackles after laying her food on the ground. She'll never forget that moment of having control of her languid arms for the first time, as Nancy. The first thing she did was reach down to her side and scratch that itch that had been tormenting her. She had thanked her and ravaged the small plate, but she received no word from the woman. She was shackled again after finishing her meal. When night fell, she shivered to no end, wishing for the heat to come back. When the sun returned up on its seat at the blue sky, she begged for it to stop what it was doing.
Sleepless, tired, and hot from the harsh climate, she leaned against the wall to one side, sighing and panting.
"This is dreadful, absolutely dreadful," she muttered, closed eyes. She was drained out of energy even though she had only been sitting all day. The shadows provided her some degree of shade, but as the light from the sun hit the ground, it dispersed and eventually touched her. Her fiery hair seemed like it lost its usual radiance and was now mushing against her face uncomfortably like an added layer of coat on her already hot
She noticed that Lyra had been sitting near the foot of the entrance all this time, flipping over the pages of her book every now and then. The tanned woman made no facial expressions as usual. Her composure in this drastic weather was admirable. Meanwhile, she was like dried fish being baked in the sun.
Were bandits this used to living in the middle of a dry desert? How can they survive so long without drinking every minute without fail? Their glands must have developed in a special way that they could absorb moisture far more efficiently. Compared to them, she was like fish out of water.
Celica weakly turned her head to the woman who noticed her sudden movement. "Lyra... Can I please have some water?"
She sighed, stood up, and walked over to where the weak princess was sitting. After opening the cell door with her key, she knelt down in front of the red head and held her waterskin up.
Surprised by the gesture, Celica shook her head in protest. "C-Can't you unlock my shackles so I can do it myself?"
"That would be dangerous. You'll use that gap to run away." She forced her dry hands, sunbathed and thick like hide, to the girls cheek, prying it open. The girl squirmed in protest, letting out inaudible moans of distorted words. Regardless, the water fell out of the sack and dropped into her coarse tongue. It slid effortlessly down her throat, and she was forced to drink from her awkward position. Having judged it was enough, Lyra retracted her waterskin and fastened to her belt as Celica coughed.
There was no other reason for her to stick around, but Celica was against her leaving, not until she was able to reason with her. "Is there anyway you can remove my bindings? I am already stuck inside this cell with no way of escape, so there'd be no reason to leave these on my hands right?" She begged with all her heart. She just wanted to stop the numbing and feel the freedom of having two hands again. "Also, I have no reason to escape. Without any memories or reason to go on, I lack the motivation to return back to whatever place I came from. Please, Lyra, consider my wish."
The woman stared at the haggard girl's pupils for a while. Celica was stunned. Her stony look was intimadating enough, but nowhere as scary as Lord Grieth's. "I am not the one who will determine whether you should be granted a small degree of freedom or not. But since I do feel sorry for you, I shall mention it to the boss. No guarantees though."
"Thank you..." Celica smiled and felt like she was about to cry. But liquids are a precious substance right now, so she stopped herself.
Lyra left after locking her up again. She made her way up the dungeon and onto the busy walkway of the fortress towards the boss' quarters. She found him gazing at the map of the area around their stronghold.
"What is it?" He said dryly as he looked up from his studies.
"Nancy wants to be relieved of her shackles. She said she has no motivation to escape."
Grieth was intrigued. Perhaps it was high time he paid a visit to his dear piggy bank. "Alright, I'll check on her to see what's going on in her mind. You go and make sure that the repairs are going smoothly."
Lyra nodded and went on her way without saying another word.
Lifting himself off his throne, Grieth procured an odd contraption which resembled a belt from his drawer. He took the same route as Lyra and ended up in the dungeon where Celica was meditating to get the heat out of her mind. His sudden arrival roused her from the shallow trance and prompted numerous questions on her mind.
After a few more steps, he noticed the once picture of dignity and profoundness slumped over against the wall like one of the old tapestries in the mess hall. The man unlocked the door with his own key and walked over to her. He studied her sunbathed complexion and her tired state. Such a poor thing she was. If this kept up, she would look no different than the rest of his crew. People would mistake her for a low birth, a commoner. And who was he to pronounce her as a royalty? A mere scoundrel of a bandit prone to throw flares of deceit. Without any proof, he'd might as well call Duma a lizard born from the droppings of Mila. Clients across the Archanean Sea would pay a fortune to be in possession of royal blood, therefore they need to be presented one.
"How are you faring, Nancy?" The whore from the brothel paid a visit from his memory again. She was a dirty slut, cock hungry, but nowhere near as supple as Celica was, or perfect. With her healthy thighs and lips so tempting that even the gods would pay her a visit, she would no doubt everybody's attention.
Celica strained to smile, acting as courteous as she was used to. "I am a little bit under the weather, but I am getting used to it." Lies, she screamed inside herself. Just tell the truth already, she repimanded. She was numb all over. Her legs felt like battered pieces of meat. There was sand underneath her breaches and socks. She was a reeked of sweat. Not to mention the dozens of other things she was not okay with. But her
"Lyra has told me that you want to get rid of your shackles. Is that true?"
She nodded feeling the dryness of her throat.
Grieth picked his words carefully in order to steer her in his favor. "You know I can't let you do that."
"Why not? I don't understand." She tightened her features as she looked for the answer from his daunting face.
He let ou a smooth and simple reply. "Because I am not sure if you are planning your revenge. How could I trust someone who attacked my home abode without a single warning, huh?"
Celica could not believe what she was hearing. She had already resigned herself to the fact that her own god had spelled her divine retribution. There was not a single fire of rebellion burning within her. She only wanted to live, even if it meant walking among these peculiar people of the desert. Even if she were to never walk in a village again or talk with the townsfolk, at least let her have a small amount of freedom in her cell.
"I..." She let out a strained voice. "I don't want any of that. I have no recollection of my dastardly life, or any motivation for revenge. From the bottom of my heart, I am deeply sorry for attacking you, on behalf of my foolish other self. "
"You say that, but do you have any proof?"
She felt her heart sink as she came up empty. What could she possibly give as proof? Her words were perceived as lies. Her possessions amounted to the clohes she was wearing. Her knowledge was full of holes and contained no valuable information that a bandit would want.
The silence seemed endless until Grieth cut it with his smooth voice. He placed his callused hand on her exposed shoulder. She let out pleased sigh from the contact, feeling a sensation of security and safety. "I know where you are coming from. You are like a blank slate with no past or future. Your Mila has thrown you into a cookfire, unfairly if I might add."
Celica nodded as she listened to him intently.
"I curse the god who thinks her child is but a mere puppet."
"No! Please don't think Mila to be evil, Lord Grieth. It was me who was at fault here. I acted rashly and was given her just desserts. But, I am thankful for your empathy."
Grieth smiled. "Do you still want to follow that god?"
Celica was stunned by that question. Did she still have any connection to her Mila? It was not clear, but her god had already forsaken her. Even if she wanted to return, Mila might not be as kind. She was envious of how brave Grieth was, not letting himself be tied down and become a servant to higher beings. "I am not sure... I have never thought about it..."
"I see, poor thing." He rubbed her shoulder gently, arriving at the decisive point of his scheme. "I cannot forgive you so easily for the destruction you have caused, but seeing how pitiable your life is, I think we can come up with a middle ground for you if you are willing."
She perked up as if a child being called by her sweet mother.
"If you promise me to work for me and follow my every order from now on, I will grant your wish." He stared at her fiery eyes with his dark eyes full of void, waiting for an answer.
It did not take long for Celica to come to a decision. None of the dangers or implications of his line became evident to her. Freedom, although limited, was a tempting wine she wanted to taste so desperately. "I-I promise! I swear on it!"
After hearing her sweet voice, he reached for his back and unhooked something from his belt. Celica was fascinated by the device, or rather, trinket he held out. She studied it more carefully, trying to grasp the intricate contours. It resembled an undergarment, but thick with a layer of leather and a slim belt embroidered onto it. But unlike the undergarment she wore, it had short stubby legs resembling men's wear, but it was only as long as her thumb. Decorative fine lines of silver drew a flower on its front and spiraled around it. The most striking thing about this was the shiny gold lock bolted on face of the belt. It was gaudy but displayed a striking charm. Celica was mesmerized.
"Beautiful isn't it? During my adventures up in Rigel territory, I was able to snatch this from a noble's mansion. It's called a chastity belt. Exotic craftsmen weave it upon order from noblemen to prevent their wives, servants, and mistresses from having sex with anyone else. It is a symbol of absolute authority over women. The only way to remove it is by unlocking it with the special key made alongside it. Nancy, if should you agree to wear this, I will not only unlock your bindings, but I will also allow you to walk with supervision inside the citadel and let you help make in the reparations."
Celica felt her heart beating wildly with the force of a waterfall, not because of the prospect but because of the pervasive nature of that thing. It looked scary and so wrong. And she was to wear that? Rapid thoughts began circling down like a fearsome eddy. She used her imagination to feel the fabric of tugging and clutching tightly on her skin. The black garment signified that she was a sexual prisoner. A stranger could look at her wearing it and give a judging sneer as if she was a disgusting human being.
She made a decision after what seemed like an eternity. "I understand. Allow me to wear it, Lord Grieth."
"Excellent," he replied with a hiss like a snake. He maneuvered behind her unlock the shackles.
Feeling the relief coming back to her arms, Celica let out a satisfied sigh, however her task wasn't done yet.
"Now, stand up," ordered the bandit on one knee.
Celica felt a rush of heat on her cheeks. She bit on her lip. Her stomach squirmed as if a family of worms had nested inside. Most of all, she felt the heat traverse downwards to her deep regions. She felt that she had been delaying too much so she stood up. Without being told, she raised her damaged skirt. Grieth's eyes slithered to the spot between her emaculate meaty white thighs. She was visibly shaking as she lifted her skirt high enough for her shamefully dirty underwear to come into view.
"Remove them." Grieth's voice was stern and strong.
Nancy, the bandit's slave, did as she was told like a well trained bitch to her owner. She slid her arms under the sides of her underwear, pulled them down slowly to her ankles, and kicked them back.
Grieth saw the tight slit of the princess who bared it to him willingly. A small orange bush potruded just above her small nob of a clit. He couldn't help but reach out and prod the narrow opening up to her small clit before slowly squeezing it as his arousal started to peak. Celica cringed and let out yelped in surprise, putting her hands on her hair for support. The bandit continued his exploration of the young pussy in front of him as Celica let out a whining cry. He could smell the sweet aroma whafting through her regions. As if on instinct, he stood up without a word and picked her up like the princess she was. The girl let out a surprise gasp as soon as she left the ground. She wondered what was going on when he started walking away from her cell and then to the hall. He stopped when he reached a nearby table and laid Celica on her back with her legs spread wide in front of him. All the questions she had been trying to figure out was answered by a long, wet lick on her aching slit.
"Ahhhnnn!.... Milaa, oh godddd!" She cried in surprise as she felt the alien feeling of a tongue lapping up and down against her opening in regular but hungry strokes.
Grieth made no remarks as he tasted the sweet flesh of Zofia's only princess. The taste was out of this world. His tongue acted on its own as if trying to fully examine the shape and texture of the young pussy. It roamed and circled from the opening to the sides at the base of her thighs, leaving a wet trail of saliva. Celica let out irregular, shallow breaths followed by a desperate moan. Her mind was an inconceivable mess of ecstacy. Grieth made sure each and every party of her smooth thighs before returning again to her pussy and towards her small clit. He licked the small knob as he playfully tested her reaction, which was a loud cry followed by her clutching to the ends of the table. She felt her sensitive clit brush against his wet arm-like tonge.
"How do you like it, Nancy?" He asked before circling his tongue around her delicious clit.
Her waist twisted, and she clenched her butthole in delight.
The wooden surface of the table was knocked by the back of the girls head as she rocked back and forth. The table stirred with their rigorous movements, crying from the harsh treatment. Celica was starting to lose her mind and could hardly come up with a veritable answer.
"Hold still, Nancy. I'm far from done." He said then got back to teasing her again.
"Ahhhhhnnnn!" She nearly screamed. "Oh Mila! Please stop! Ahhh!"
"You want me to stop?" He asked in a playful tone before returning his focus on her wet opening. Her juices started to leak out from her while she twisted her hips like a wild, cornered animal. Her thighs were pinned down by the bandit's strong arms. Eventually, he managed to insert the tip of his tongue inside, and the princess let out a heavy moan which echoed. "Do you want me to stop?" He asked again.
"No! Don't! Ahhhh!" She squirmed and bucked her hips higher to bring back the feeling of his sensational tongue. "Ahhh... please don't..."
Grieth got back to work and used his tongue to tunnel down her gaping pussy. She cooed with excitement and thrusted her hips up gently, He tasted her salty pussy juices as he explored the narrow gap before coming back up again. The girl was at wit's end at this point, but grieth however paid no mind to her current state. He started a routine of pushing forward deep inside and pulling out as if his tongue. This turned her brain into mush.
"Ohhh! Mila! O-aahhhhhh!" Her mouth gaped as the muscle ejaculated in her tiny pussy. "I.... Ohhh gods! I... don't think.... I can take anymore.... Ahhh... Lord Grieth!"
The sensation was amazing, she thought. The world seemed to bend as electricity ran right through her. She couldn't believe that she was acting like a starved bitch, having pleasure on her own without the approval of Mila or her religious sect. She take control by the forbidden pleasure of having this strong man ravish her. She was his toy. Her objective was to be an obedient slut for him.
"Something... is.. coming... ahh!" Celica felt a large build up accumulating. An orgasm, it was called. She was going to have her first orgasm, and it was only by his tongue.
But he stopped.
All of a sudden, the intense action drived to a halt as he took his head out and stood up.
"What...?" Celica was at a loss for words as she watched her lord, her messiah, walk away back to her cell.
He came back holding her chastity belt, the replacement binding to her previous one. Without uttering a word, he put her feet together and slid it all the way up to her groin before inserting the key into the lock. With a small click, her world closed in on her. She stared with wide eyes as the lock fastened the belt tight. What happened to her first orgasm? What happened to the climax of her act? What about her satisfaction? Gradually, the fire burning hidden now by the garment lost its energy and was left by a mere match flame.
As he hid the key in his pockets, Grieth looked on with an expression made of stone, uncaring and indifferent. Celica lifted her upper body up with her elbows and stared at the blackness wrapping around her west pussy, shutting the doors to her release.
Grieth soon left her there, feeling satisfied on his wrongdoing. At the entrance not too far away, Lyra had been listening until she left when Grieth had finished.
Time moved to high past noon, and still, Celica was blankly staring at the shield protecting her precious virginity. She brought her hand down to touch but was staved off by the sharp, pointed teeth of steel embroided above the slit. That was most likely so that she could pee without taking it off. She also noticed that much of her ass was exposed due to the lack of coverage in the rear. Of course she tried to take it off, but it wouldn't budge. Regardless, she digged her fingertips inside. She made contact but it was barely enough to satisfy her. Even as she rubbed up and down, mimicking her lord's tongue, it could barely incite any response from her. She brought one hand up to her ample breast and begun molesting herself as she let out shallow grunts. The table shook and squeek from her activity.
After trying for a good several minutes, she gave up and laid down beneath the table, squirming against the ground as she tried to remember his tongue in order to force the orgasm. The tight garment itched at her skin. It was woven so that it clung to her waist and butt like another layer of her skin. Celica felt a certain degree of heat from the sensation of being restricted by the black leather. She felt her rekindling, if not a little. She wanted to her loins again, to spread it wide for the sun. She wanted something to dig deep into her.
The atmosphere of the desert heat wafted through the dungeon.
Staring down, she wondered what Lord Grieth was up to. Why did he deny her of release?
She didn't want to return to her cell, so she remained on the cool ground, recollecting the hot oral sex that was here not too long ago, a fragment of her heat and yearning not leaving her.
Grieth found himself in his quarters restless. The massive erection in his pants wouldn't go away no matter how hard he tried. He was not some green-eared virgin from the sticks who ate pussy for the first time. He had tasted dozens of women over the past few years. He had bedded more women than he could count, in brothels, homes, farms, forests, and plains, but none of them possessed the rare innocence the girl had.
He unzip his full mast cock from his pants. It sprung to life, ready for some action, eager to pound that princess into submission. Grieth stroked his length which was as hard as a rock, imagining what would have been if he continued with Celica spread wide across the table.
A clear knock rang on his door.
"Boss, I have an update on the repairs," said Lyra's voice, lacking emotion as usual.
He gave her permission to enter as he continued stroking. Lyra reached the room and immediately forwarded her attention on the largest cock of the fortress. She gulped.
"What is it?" The man glared at her.
Lyra teared her eyes from his stroking and faced him. "The west wall's repairs are going smoothly, it will be halfway done by tomorrow noon. Also, the repairs have been made to our water line. Our supply of drinking water has been restored and we can go forwad with cleaning ourselves. The guys who worked on the line are already... using the facility."
Grieth narrowed his eyes after noticing something strange about Lyra's subtle behavior. "That's good news. Nancy's condition has been worsening lately. If left like that, she'll look like a lowborn desert rat."
"Her again," she silently cursed, not letting her boss here.
"Take her to the showers. Make sure she's all cleaned up. Most of all, make sure you don't let her out of your sight outside the dungeon." He groaned as he was reaching his peak.
Lyra lingered a few seconds, watching the ferocity at which he pounded on an invisible cunt, before taking her leave.
Grieth returned to his thoughts about Celica, and his plans for the future.
The rusty door up at the entrance of dungeon suddenly creaked, signaling that someone opened it. Footsteps trailed down the stone steps before Lyra appeared at the landing.
Celica blushed as though she had found her naked, but Lyra made no such comment.
"We've fixed the water line leading to the showers," she said in her monotone voice. "The boss wants to get you cleaned up. Follow me."
The girl was confused by what she meant but decided to follow her. When she stepped outside, the breeze caught her unaware, and she turned her head towards the ancient site with high walls and sand covered buildings looming magnificently. The were walking along a long, smooth path with an open view of the ground level to the side should one look down. An occasional passerby holding tool and materials gave them questioning looks, especially to Celica, but they eventually went on their way.
"Has things been going well?" Celia spoke up in a meager voice, woman's back.
"What do you mean?" Lyra answered with a question of her, her eyes remained on their path.
Celica's fingers played with each other as she fumbled for the appropriate words. "You know, the repairs. Everyone seems so busy. Where are the others though? I thought there were more of you."
"You mean where are the dead? Cremated, no thanks to you." Lyra's undaunting voice shot through Celica's heart. She fell silent for the rest of the way, not wanting to bring the topic back.
Lyra entered a small room sheltered by strips of after a short trip down towards what Celica assumed to be the main square of the stronghold. The mess hall and the kitchen were not too far away from them.
As they entered the secluded room, Celica noticed a large wooden door at the opposite end. She looked around and saw a pair of tables and chairs huddled to one side. To the corner there was a stack of wooden crates. There were also clothes hanging near the door frame. Even here, there were bits of sand, though swept aside from the center.
Lyra brought her hands forward. "What are you standing around for? Give me your clothes."
The girl was taken aback, but eventually relented. She needed a shower more than ever, so she began undressing her dirty clothes stained with blood, scratched in many places due to the battle. Lyra quietly watched the beautiful girl take off her dress, unveiling her pure white bra. Celica blushed and took it off as well, her ample lovely boobs now exposed to the desert air. She peeled off the rest of her clothes until she was only left with her chastity belt.
With the clothes in her possession, Lyra nodded to the wooden door. "Go on. Don't come out until your done. That's an order."
Celica's bare feet led her through the small space. As she entered the entrance to the showers and took several steps inside, she realized that she was not alone.
"Finally, we got that blasted valve to open," said a masculine voice over a cascade of water droplets.
"Yeah, not to mention the broken pipes we had to replace," said another voice right beside him.
In no time at all did she see the naked back sides of three men facing the opposite wall where four shower heads were mounted high up. Two of them were standing next to each other, chatting about how difficult it was to repair the water line, while the other was silently washing himself, separated by the open shower space in the middle. Above the enclosed space was a long, horizontal gap which enabled a view from the outside.
Immediately, she let out a frightened squeek and covered her chest with her arms. There was no way she was going to shower alongside these men. Couldn't Lyra have warned her about the showers being occupied before leading her here? Wasn't it common knowledge to have men and women separated during hours of bathing?
She grew red once she was more aware of her surroundings. The men haven't noticed her yet. She could leave now and convince Lyra that she'll shower when the place was empty, or she could do the unthinkable and display her body to these lucky gentlemen as she took her much awaited shower. A pleasant sensation reached her lower regions, and she felt a sort of wetness prevailing. Her heat was returning from its slumber. No, what was she thinking? Showering out in the open was not something a priestess should do. Her thoughts stopped for a moment. But she was no longer a priestess, right? Who cares if anyone saw her? Her chastity was well protected, and if anyone were to treat her badly, surely her lord would punish them.
After much deliberation, she stood up and walked forward with the grace of a refined lady, head held high and hips moving gracefully. One arm covered her breasts. The three men noticed her arrival and was alerted. Their eyes went wide as saucers as they watched this temptuous girl with a bewitching figure step into the shallow decline where the waters pooled together.
As her foot stepped into the blissful water, she was made aware of the eyes surrounding her, studying her body. Her thighs clenched together unknowingly, the leather restrictor digging on her skin. She closed in on the vacant shower head in the middle. She felt something touch her butt, but there was nothing there when she turned abruptly. It must have been the wind, or her mind playing tricks on her. Her hands reached out in front of her to turn the valve, but an object slid through the ground stopped nearly in front of her. It was a soap bar.
"Whoops... it slipped through my hand," one of the voices said casually. The bare naked man stepped in to retrieve his soap and snickered when he got a view of Celica's body before returning to his shower.
Cat calls and conversations suddenly began as Celica fidgeted and turned on her shower. The water trinkled down on her bare body, travelling to various places and soaking her up. Her wavy ginger-colored hair finally found the moisture it was seeking.
"Look, a babe joined our group. Man, she must be packing a pair of nice ones, huh?" said the voice to the one beside him.
"Yeah, must be that new slave the boss was talking about," replied the other one.
"What a show!" A whistle followed. "Is she just going to stand there? Come on and show us your tits already."
Lyra left Celica's clothes on some random chair and left. She went back up to her boss' room yet again only to find him unnaturally discontent.
"What is it this time? I couldn't cum thanks to you earlier, now you bother me yet again?" Grieth let out a low snarl when he found her entering his quarters again.
"I apologize, boss. I just came to inform you that Nancy went into the shower." She remained calm.
Grieth stood up with the force of thunder. "That is all?! You report such an insignifcant thing to me of all things?"
Lyra felt a surge of fear as the man rounded from his chair towards her.
"Don't think you can just come in all pasty faced and expect a reward for such a trivial thing!" He pushed her, and slammed against the wall. "Or did you come to watch your old boss jacking it, huh?!"
Lyra couldn't speak as the wind was knocked out of her. She eventually managed to give a simple answer. "I-I can help you..."
Grieth's face contorted into a questioning look. "What's that supposed to mean?"
All of a sudden, he felt a gentle hand caress the bulge in his pants, which took him aback and stared blankly at the tanned woman, whose charm suddenly made itself clear.
"It... doesn't always have to... be about her." Her usual composed voice was replaced by a desperate, hungry one. She went down to her knees and free his member from his pants. The cock sprung out, all placid but retaining certain degree of girth. It was dark, veiny, and exuded a strong odor. It was just like how she fantasized it to be.
There was no room for more questions. Lyra got to work on getting her boss' cock hard. Her eyes transfixed on his member, she touched the underside with her tongue, giving it a long lap upwards to the head, leaving a trail of her spit, before capturing into her mouth.
Grieth let out a small groan as the woman took the initiative and started exploring his soft road with her tongue. She coiled and wrapped around it hungrily, making sure to taste every inch. Inserting it in again to suck on it, she felt a throb in her mouth as the snake grew in size .
He placed a hand on her hair as she started blowing him for real. Her head bobbed up and down his long shaft. The thickness was starting to get overwhelming. She looked up, satisfied that the boss' eyes were shut tight as he groaned from her technique. This was the extent of her expertise. It was far beyond what an amnesiac, sheltered princess could ever do. That arrogant child could never hope to pleasure a man like she could.
It was thanks to her hard work that he was already on the verge. His hands suddenly clutched unto her hair as he shoved himself deep inside her throat. "Shit! Take it all in, you slut!" A massive load of thick hot cum invaded her mouth and made its way deeper. Spurt after spurt, the bandit's cum continued to fill her up until she could no longer hold it all in.
Eventually, he fell back, spent as if he had just ran through a marathon. Lyra on one side coughed and tried to swallow all of his load.
"Just where the hell did that came from?" Grieth asked, bewildered.
All three stopped their showers and just watched Celica rubbed herself awkwardly with one hand on the spot. The water was cool and soothing her aching body. The attention she gathered did not make it easy for her to focus though. They watched Celica run her hand down her hair, trying to wash it thoroughly. Much of her right side had been left unattended, due to her left arm covering her breasts. She grew red as an apple, noticing how close they were to her. Taking a peek to one side, she noticed the two of them had grown erect. She bit her lip. They must have been enjoying the show for their cocks to be standing straight and pointing towards her. And what would a show be without a finale?
Her left arm took its cue and joined with its companion with washing her hair. Now with both arms busy washing her hair, her ample tits were on display, their cherry pink nipples were hard as stones. Talks and mutterings erupted as if an applause to her. Soon, Celica moved on to wash the rest of her body. Her hands bathed her arms on each side with water. Next, she raised her chin up and let the wash through her. Then, her hands made good use of themselves and began massaging her own tits. A low moan escaped her lips as she squeezed them.
The two men who had men who had been jeering her were struggling through their erections from how hot her show was. Celica let her other hand move back, placing it on her plump as, squeezing it.
A hand suddenly found itself on her thigh, and she was awoken from her meditative state. It was the guy from the other side. It didn't seem obvious from the way he was washing himself, but his hand occasionally touched her skin. Celica froze as she did not know what to do. She then felt the hand grab the ass and gently squeezed it. Surprised, she let out a grunt.
The wooden door behind them suddenly opened.
"All of you are taking too long. Move it!" Grieth stepped inside and bumped Celica away from her spot in the shower, replacing her. The rest of the men yelped and excused themselves, not wanting to be in the presence of their boss.
"Ah!" Celica slapped the wall with her hands after stumbling forward. She turned to the source of the sudden push only to find a true man letting himself be rained upon by droplets of water. He had scars running across his muscular body, and what a body it was. She felt like she was in the presence of a behemoth. She felt like she was a mere ant. Her eyes dropped down and noticed his massive cock just hanging from his body. Its size and shape was incomparable from the other men from before. She was left stunned in awe by his majestic organ.
"What are you staring at?" asked the man in an annoyed voice.
"N-nothing, sir." Celica scampered to a vacant spot and resumed her activity.
There was no intrusive voices this time, only the sounds of water dropping echoed in the room. Celica took occasional peeks at the lifeless cock, wondering if she could get a reaction from it.
Author's notes: Now we end with a small cliffhanger. What do you think will happen to Celica now that she is alone with Grieth, and with both of them naked? On another note, Lyra has posed herself as a rival against Celica. Might she also have any plans for the amnesiac along with Grieth?
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