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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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"Mmmph! M-Mph!"
Lachesis winced at the thick cock pumping in and out of her ass. Her uniform was disheveled, but mostly intact save her accosted hat, belt, and panties. Pudgy fists on her babydoll-covered hips kept her grinding against the bulky man leering down at her. Her own defiant eyes were partially masked by her disheveled hair.
Nordion's princess' growls were muffled by the wadded hat shoved in her mouth and held fast by her own belt wrapped around her head. Her wrists struggled against her tightly bound panties. All she could do was squirm and kick against the man's thighs with her heeled boots as he pulled her down on his fat fuckstick.
She couldn't do anything, couldn't say anything. Her attempts to snarl only gave her a taste of the fuzzy cap. Struggling against her underwear only left her wrists chafed. Kicking wasn't gonna do a thing either, even with her heels. All she could manage was to scowl behind her gag and glare with pure, unbridaled contempt.
Who he was behind the beard was no concern of her - she knew who he wasn't, and that was enough for her. Not even some well-defined muscles on his arms would offset the hideous gut or the clearly rotund face. He could've been Bauldr reborn, and she'd still be repulsed.
It wasn't him.
He grew tired of her smoldering gaze and shoved her down until his balls smacked against her asscheeks. The resounding clap rung in Lachesis' ears. He stole a chance and shifted his posture - wrapping his bulky arm against her back as his other fat fist coiled over her tight choker.
"Ngh?!"
Lachesis shocked chokes were cut off as the man physically accosted her, using his grip on her back and neck to drag her ass along his dick. Her legs coiled around his back in a reflexive attempt to stop him. It only managed to slow him down, but enough so that he couldn't freely thrust into her tight ass.
The man's fingers flexed around her throat threateningly, but Lachesis' legs wouldn't budge. His attempts to thrust back were increasingly impeded by her locked ankles until he finally growled behind his fake beard. "Cheeky little brat...I think you need a lie down."
Lachesis resisted the urge to roll her eyes at the impotent taunt. At least she presumed it impotent until he walk-fucked her back over to the bed and pushed them both down on the soft mattress. Her back hit the sheets before he slammed into chest-first into her stomach and tore the breath from her lungs.
The man smirked and began thrusting at an even faster pace. His fat cock slammed down on her ass in a mockery of the breeder's press. Her leg-lock proved to be her undoing as her hips were kept pinned up against his down-pounding pelvis.
Erk. Erk. Erk. Erk. Erk.
The reinforced bed struggled against their thrusts. Lachesis' toes curled in her boots as her body rattled under the heavy assault. Sparks of euphoria sent her spine into the air and kept her wrists beneath her. Her arms flailed and flexed to break out of her bonds to no avail.
Lachesis snarled through her teeth. If she had her hands free she'd strangle him. She'd curse her head off and bite the hand on her throat. She'd stomp down until he was a pulp.
She would be if it weren't for the gag
"Phuck dis! P-Phuccccccck!"
The proud princess spewed coarse, but muffled through her hat. She struggled and thrashed, pulling a tantrum that would make a spoiled child gawk. Her act was nearly perfect.
"Phuuuuuck~"
The mess seeping around his sloppy cock and down between her legs told a different story.
"S-Slow down~"
Ethlyn's protests went unheeded as the duo kept dicking her holes with wild abandon. Her gasps of pain clashed against mewls of pleasure as the two pistoned in and out of her ass and pussy in alternating strokes. Her words were betrayed by her undulating hips as she ground back and forth against two equally equipped cocks.
The mother clenched tighter against the two - her arms against the neck behind her, her legs against the waist in front. Bare, perky nipples rolled and scraped against his broad chest as she bucked between them. Despite her mask of lust and sexual stupor, there was a coup of concern fighting in her haggard mind.
This wasn't anything she'd ever dared to think of - her full devotion had always been for Quan. she was a loyal wife and queen, up to her dying breath. The thought of laying with another man was far from her mind. And yet she found herself there - deep in the dark woods in an opulent manor that recognized no boundaries of nation or matrimony.
"Ahhh!"
Ethlyn's gasp rang clear in the room as her tits were manhandled and fondled by roguish hands. She lurched back into the chest of the man in her butt, giving him more room to roll and tweak her nipples. Her holes clenched tighter under the ministrations.
The man in her crotch leaned in and planted his lips against her bare, supple neck. He actually stopped thrusting in favor of focusing on his teasing. Ethyln's breath hitched as she felt his wet tongue flicking against her throat. The scratchy, fake beard brushed against her collar and even dropped into the valley of her perky breasts.
The assfucker wasn't as patient and sped up instead. Etlyhn's chin smacked against the man's cheek as she struggled between all the intense emotions. The tight stuffing in her ass, the throbbing in her crotch. The tough hands kneading her boobs like dough and the tongue lashing against her throat.
"EYAAAAAAAAAAH!"
But worst of them all was the guilt in her heart. The shame and regret as she screamed like a wanton whore, clutched tight between two strangers as they stuffed her holes with cum.
She shouldn't be here, in this tawdry house called the Freyjabauger. She should be in her own bed, with the man who had her heart. The man who she'd blessed with two wonderful children and had stood to the last with.
But Quan wasn't here. Neither was Lief, or even Sigurd. Not here in this hovel of sin, or in the radiant halls of Folkhalla.She was alone...save for her.
The man in front pulled out of her messy, sloppy pussy. Ethyln's legs came undone as she collapsed forward. The man in her ass grabbed her shoulders to keep her from falling off his cock. Her nails dug into her knees as she gazed at the mess on the carpet at her feet. She wasn't alone - she had her sister-in-law.
That was her reason - her sole reason for accepting this tawdry invitation. The fact she had no fear of breeding or reprisal was small comfort. No - Ethyln was here because of her concerns for her kin by marriage.
At least that was the excuse she kept telling herself.
'Deirdre...I hope you're well.'
'Ahooo!'
Deirdre's sneeze was muffled by the cock in her throat, while her teeth were thankfully kept at bay by the O-ring keeping her lips apart. That didn't stop drool from escaping out of her mouth and dripping down onto the floor beneath her dangling form.
Deridre's room was a bit different than others - her door was always open, and she wasn't exactly a girl that was 'reserved'. For her, it was first come-first serve. And she made sure that all access was provided.
The queen of two kingdoms was naked spare her uniform's choker - the rest of her attire was strewn about her room. She forsook the bed in favor of a harness dangling in the middle of the room, keeping her arched forward as her bare breasts flopped with every thrust. Festive ribbons bound her, leaving her trussed up with her arms lashed behind her and her legs propped open.
Deirdre's toes curled as the cock in her ass erupted and filled her with hot, sticky bastards. Her exposed pussy dripped across the floor as a slury of cum and quim leaked out onto the carpet. A yank in her hair turned her attention back to the dick drilling her throat.
The queen couldn't do much save for running her tongue across the shaft. She couldn't even bob her head thanks to the ribbon bondage, but that scarcely mattered. Her tight throat was enough to coax out loads by the dozens, especially if her muted moans riled them to ruin. When she felt the spent shaft in her rump pull free, she mewled in disappointment at its absence.
"Shit!"
Deirdre's throat clogged as thick wads of spunk threatened to choke her. She swallowed as fast as she could, lest her already labored breaths falter into the deep lulls of darkness. She didn't know how long he went for, nor did she even recall what number he was. She'd lost count by now, but it simply wasn't enough.
He pulled out, letting her gasp down much-needed air. Cum spilled out of her open gag and glazed over her chin. Her tongue snaked out from the tight ring and gave him a lingering, parting lick. He chortled at the submissive display, gave her head a mocking tussle, and stepped away.
She glanced ahead, at the full-sized mirror in front of her. The disgraceful vision of her own defiled body wasn't her focus - it was the line of men waiting that stretched out of her open door. All wearing the same ridiculous beard and hat combo, with some proudly boasting colored ribbons on their dicks.
Deirdre tried to count, but simply couldn't muster the mental fortitude to reach beyond twenty. Her eyes lingered on each and every cock - hard and throbbing, pointing at her like pikes. The queen struggled to peer at the back, but it was too far away - out the door and around the corner of the hallway. She couldn't even see where it ended, or how far down the hall it went. It didn't matter to her though.
She shook her hips in invitation.
The impetus of this lascivious leanings remained a mystery to her. Mayhaps there was something in her tainted blood - something that yearned for destruction, yet evoked itself in distinct, unique ways. Instead of bringing ruin, she sought to lavish herself in it, and wear the signs of unsired children as a twisted badge of pride.
Or, perhaps it was something she'd repressed in one of her pasts. The Archive had instilled a visage of herself as a caring mother and a devoted queen. But beyond the radiant light, there was something twisted lurking within the mature matron. Something that yearned beyond devotion and love.
Freedom - that's what she truly wanted. Freedom from expectations or station. Freedom from the dark destiny that choked her and stripped her away until she was not but blood. Freedom from the burden of doing anything herself.
So she took them all - royal and commoner alike. Servants and squires, guards and guttersnipes. Wizened elders and impulsive brats - if they approached her this night, they would have her.
Happily.
Deirdre mewled in delight as another cock was pushed in her mouth until the red ribbon tickled her nose. the girth stretched the copious gag and her already relaxed throat. Behind her, an equally thick cock speared her pussy and made her womb full of sire slurry churn and slosh. Her eyes rolled back as she leaned in and simply let the night take her.
She wasn't in this state by decree or mandate.
Deirdre was here because she wanted to be.
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