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Freyjabaugr: A Fire Emblem H-eroes Story	By : Scrib_eyeSteak Category: +A through F > Fire Emblem (all) > Fire Emblem (all) Views: 2998 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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“Whoa, Oliva - you finished him off fast!”
Lissa’s appraisal would’ve caused the dancer to stutter, if she wasn’t currently occupied trying to swallow a fat, sticky load of cum. Her fingers dug into wall as she leaned in to force the cock back to her throat and limit how much would fill her mouth.
Olivia wore the ‘dancer’s attire in a verdant shade of green - a match to the many green ribbons in her ponytail, and a fine clash with her pink hair. Her breasts were unbound and bounced free as she struggled to guzzle spunk. Dried cum glazed over her titflesh.
The princess gazed at the struggling dancer with curiosity. Her free hand played with the red ribbons in her hair - a sharp contrast to the green ones coiled around Olivia’s pink locks. The knight beside her rebuked Lissa’s lethargy.
“Better stop talking and start working, Lissa- you’ve got some catching up to do,” Cordelia smirked as she cleaned her lips. The recently-serviced cock before her slinked away, back through the hole around her mouth. Lissa bit back a growl, still pumping off a dick in her hand as she eyed the prodigious, perverse knight.
Cordelia’s uniform was fully intact, but she had a slight variation to her usual appearance. Instead of flowing back, her red hair was now tied in a loose bun and draped across her shoulder. The better to grab her white ribbons and deftly tie the depleted cocks with before shooting them back through the hole.
“Oh hush, Cordelia - I’ve got plenty of time,” Lissa insisted.
“Time yes. Supply, not so much. Focus on what you’ve got now, my lady,” Cordelia suggested. As she spoke, a thick shaft poked through the hole beside her and prodded her chin. Her attention divested back to her new task, but only a single lick passed from base to shaft before Cordelia offered one parting shot, “Such as the one about to go off in your hand.”
“Huh?!”
Lissa yelped before slamming her head down on the dick throbbing between her fingers. A scant second later, her mouth was filled with hot, syrupy cum. Olivia and Lissa struggled against their heaping helpings of seed, whilst Cordelia calmly prepared herself for the next round.
The three Shepherds were in the gloryhole hall - a nicely furnished narrow room, with cushions on the carpeted floor. The wall before them had evenly-spaced holes, just shy of a standing man’s waist. The intent of which was quite obvious, thanks to the myriad of manhoods sticking through from the adjacent room.
The contest was simple. Each girl’s ‘station’ had three holes within reach - enough to pleasure one with their mouth and two with their hands. So long as she latched on and sucked him dry before he shot off, it would count as a point, denoted by a ribbon tied around the freshly-serviced suitor’s shaft.
Suck them off, wrap them up - whoever had the most points at the bell, won.
Lissa’s throat coaxed down all the cum she could muster, letting it sink into her stomach and join the other few loads. Thanks to some arrangements , she’d been the last to arrive, a whole twenty minutes late in fact. If she wanted any hope of winning their little suck-off, she’d have to work fast, yet clean. So as soon as she felt him slowing down, she pulled back and let him go with a loud, wet pop.
Spurt.
“Wah!”
Cordelia glanced over from the dick she was stroking off at Lissa’s cry. She eyed her exalted lady and the streak of seed now arching across her face. “Close one, princess Lissa - it wouldn’t do for you to be wasting points already.”
Olivia finished wrapping her own suitor with a hastily done bow before she finally spoke up, still drooling a bit of spunk. “D-Don’t be so mean, Cordelia.”
Cordelia glanced up from the nuts she was bathing in spit. Her gaze softened a bit, but she waited until the shaft before er was well lathered in spit before speaking back. “I merely jest - it’s good to see you here, Lissa,” she warmly smiled.
Lissa pulled at the long cum strand in her hair and flicked it aside before beaming to her fellow Shepherd. “Thanks Cordy - wouldn’t miss it!” Lissa winked.
The trio settled into a comfortable silence as they focused on their work. Slurps and sucking filled the void of words. Three pairs of lips and six hands serviced nine holes and the myriad of cocks that would plop into view. Big, small, thin, thick, and every color of the rainbow between.
Each Shepherd had a unique technique that they would bring to bare in their carnal contest. Their quirks propelled their actions and informed their style, something that was helpfully printed out in the innocuous picture above their holes on the lad’s side of the wall.
The Knight - Ever-stalwart and eager to please. Let your orders come, and no matter what may, they will be done.
Cordelia’s focus was ironclad upon whatever shaft would stick out in front of her, like the thick, stout cock and meaty balls dangling by her nose. Her hands pressed against the wall as she leaned in to take him deep in her throat. The shaft still in her mouth was lavished and worshipped by her fluttering tongue. To this, her new offering, she would devote her all.
Slluuuurp. Glrk. Glrk. Glrk.
Her rhythm was distrubed as two more cocks popped into her hands, throbbing and eager. She bristled at the distraction, but opted to keep things slow and steady on them and keep her attention on the first cock.
Knock knock.
“….uts”
The knight’s ear twitched as she faintly heard his request. With one last downward thrust into his crotch, she pulled her lips back up to the tip before spitting him out. Her head tipped low as she dived for his offered jewels dangling from the holes.
First one, then the other nut was plopped between her lips. Cordelia bathed the sperm urns until they shined with her spit. Her hands kept pumping and stroking the shafts on either side, varying between swirling her thumbs around the slit and lightly racking her nails between their nuts. But her focus was always forward- ever constant on the shaft prodding her upturned lips.
The Dancer - finesse and grace that plays to the crowd. Her focus may wander, but her skill shan’t falter.
‘How did I wind up in this?’
The dancer’s thoughts swirled in her head as she bobbed across a vexingly thick cock. Her already-strained lips felt sore just suckling on the shaft, much less trying to coax it to the back of her mouth. Still, through her teary eyes she persisted - Sucking and slurping with her furious red cheeks.
Olivia had been blessed, or cursed, with a full wall of cocks to service. The shy-yet-skilled dancer struggled to balance between her hands and mouth, needing to leverage which dick got the most pleasure but trying to keep any from leaving her if they got bored.
The dick in her right hand twitched and pulled back. Olivia quickly seized the shaft before it left her grasp. She struggled to wrest herself off the thick dick in her mouth. A single, deep gasp of air was all she mustered before gobbling up the longer cock. Her fist reached for the glistening center cock and struggled to pump around his thick girth.
It was a hassle - far more than any complex dance routine. But somehow, between the muffled voices and her own raging needs, she comfortably settled into the role before her. Her keen reflexes meant she’d grab her suitors before they left her for good, and she’d make sure they had plenty of incentive to stay till the end.
The Princess - Neither meek, nor delicate. Offer jewels and scepter, and receive blessings from her.
‘Whoever wrote these is a poor bard,’ Lissa quietly grumbled. Her opinion of the epithet was left unspoken as she forced the cock down her waiting throat. Her hands were occupied with servicing the sole dick to her side as she blindly groped and grappled between cock and balls.
Unlike poor Olviia, Lissa was at liberty to go on her own pace. Despite her huge disadvantage compared to the others, she had far far more ‘experience’ in this sort of sorted affair, and that meant she could coax out her points at a much brisker face.
‘Pwah~’
She pulled free, smacking her lips at the salty taste before leaning over to the other shaft. As her lips touched his glans, she adjusted her posture and gripped the first dick with one hand. Her other lingered as she bobbed down to capture him in her tight throat.
‘Hrk! Gllrk glrk gluuuurk!’
Sloppy, loud, and exaggerated - but they got the results she desired. Back and forth, down into her throat and up to her puckered lips. Her tongue and humming brought the already throbbing cock clear over the edge - right on cue.
‘Salty - too salty.’
She pulled off, already tying the bow and patting the prick away before she focused on her other cock. With both hands free, she was free to reach down and gently pinch his balls. ‘Heh, let’s see how much you’re packing, big guy~’
Her hopes were deflated as thick-yet-fleeting shots of cum fired down her throat. Lissa let go of the other dick with one hand and reached for a red tie in her hair. She pulled off as the last spurt graced her tongue, fingers already tying the ribbon to secure her point.
‘Mmm, not enough. Hope you’ve got plenty of potions buddy - you’re gonna need it.’
“H-Hey!”
The dancer’s cry snapped the other two’s attention towards her. Olivia had been so preoccupied with tying a neat bow on the finished cock that one of her patrons had slipped away. He hadn’t gotten far. Just long enough to steal into the princess’ recently vacated spot ahead of her next man. The crafty cutter struck without warning - slipping in her gaping mouth and thrust-pulling her head into the wall.
Smack!
Cordelia winced at the audible sound of lips smacking against the wood. Lissa’s lips were frozen in a stunned ‘O’ as her throat was viciously abused right before her eyes. The knight’s gaze narrowed as she motioned to pull her off. ‘Hang this charade - I won’t allow Lissa to be harmed.
“Aait!”
She paused at Lissa’s garbled protests. The princess glanced her way and struggled to shake her head as the pistoning prick pounded down her mouth-pussy. Lissa dug her fingers into the unoccupied holes for much-needed support.
The dastard kept pounding away, even over the protests of his fellow men. On her side, Cordelia and Olivia were reluctant to sit idly by, but any attempts to motion towards the imperiled princess were met with another garbled protest and a fierce glare.
Despite her efforst to hold on, it was clear that Lissa was being run ragged by the brutal, impromptu throat-fucking. Tears streamed down her sunken cheeks, mixing with drool dribbling down her chin. The hat bounced off her head and landed somewhere behind her plush rear. Her vision grew blurry as air became scarce in her screaming lungs
Then he came - hard.
Lissa’s eyes widened as a tsunami of seed clogged her windpipe. It was thick, viscous even, and slithered down her gullet like molasses. Only two loads managed to go down her throat before she pulled away and forced him out of her aching jaw.
Pwah! “W- What the Fu-uugh?!”
Lissa’s open mouth was instantly full of bubbling cum. Her eyes flinched shut, lest she suffer a grievous blow to her much-needed vision. The princess was blind now - unable to perceive the scope of the assault on her royal face.
Olivia’s hand flew to her mouth, letting the spent cock slip through her fingers. Even Cordelia pulled off her suitor’s dick, her cheeks bulging with cum. Seed dribbled out of the knight’s tight lips as she gawked at the sight before her.
Lissa heaved needy gulps of air, not caring as her face was utterly covered in some stranger’s bastards. Her body wasn’t safe either, as the backsplash seeped down into her lascivious uniform until it was more white than red. She didn’t even know how long he was going, only that eventually the hot lashings finally stopped across her face.
“O-Oh my,” Olivia mouthed.
Lissa reached for her pigtails and groped for a lone red ribbon to pull off. She blindly wrapped a bow around the cock, tying it tight enough to make the suitor audibly grunt in discomfort. “Serves you right,” she growled, at least loud enough that he’d likely hear.
The princess shooed him away with a sharp flick against his glans. Lissa let him pull out as she tried to flick her eyes clear behind her new mask. She tried to speak, but a cum bubble popped between her lips.
“ Pah... Sho, Cohrdee?”
The Knight mulled her decision, still pumping off the cock in her hands. Eventually she reached for the opposite wall and the group of towels hanging there. A large, clean one was tossed in Lissa’s face. “...I’ll say it counts,” Cordelia conceded
Lissa rolled her eyes but took the point, and towel, regardless. She struggled to clear her face as much as she could muster, until the rag was utterly soaked in seed. A nice pitcher of water took care of the mess still hanging in her mouth as well.
The princess looked down at her ruined uniform and sighed. While the other two resumed their sucking, Lissa wasted time by peeling off her already-ruined babydoll. It left her shivering in the slight chill, clad in only her gloves, boots, belt, and panties.
“I’ll grab the spare before I leave,” she quietly declared before turning to the new shaft poking out in front of her. ‘Hoo boy, here we go again.’
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