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Ficlet Emblem	By : megadeth425 Category: +A through F > Fire Emblem (all) > Fire Emblem (all) Views: 20642 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A fill for the tumble Fire Emblem kink meme (fe-kink-meme), asking for Sumia and Henry bodyswapped and having sex or masturbating. I met both halfway. The story is a little bit messy with pronouns, as I tried to describe thoughts by the inhabitants' gender, but actions by the body's sex. It might be a tad confusing.

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It wasn't what Henry had in mind when he cast the hex on himself and Sumia to switch bodies, but he didn't really have any complaints about the way it ended up. There he sat in the Pegasus knight's body, slumped on the end of a couch, one hand cupping her breast and the other gently massaging her stomach, which felt sensitive in ways his own never did. Her clothes lay in a crumpled pile on the floor, save for the stockings she'd worn that day, which felt wonderful as her legs rubbed together. It was an exciting experiment that led to him finding all sorts of sensations he'd never imagined before.
Opposite him on a chair, Sumia nervously fondled herself in Henry's body, a little less eager than the sorcerer to explore a body of the opposite sex and all of the tactile surprises that awaited her. She was certainly willing, she just possessed more hang-ups and immediate concern for her actions, unable to gleefully just go all out. He was still mostly clothed, her fingers sliding along his scars, finding they were oddly receptive to the touch. A pleasant sensation that helped her slowly build herself up to his level without just going right for it the way he did. She had to admit though, watching him toy with her body was an oddly arousing sight. The weight of his erection against his pants was a strange one, but she tried to keep things subtle. Any situation with Henry in it greatly benefited from a bit of subtlety.
Once the hand slid down Sumia's waist to caress her folds, there was no going back for the jovial mage. He let out a moan, discovering in that moment what she would sound like when stimulated, and he was surprised to watch his own hips rock upward as Sumia found the sound a little too appealing. Biting her lip, her head leaned back and fingers spread out, curiously exploring the area, which Henry had absolutely no experience with. He quickly mapped out in his mind what places felt best just from the small touch, so that he could try them out more vigorously. The hand on her breast squeezed harder, fingers toying with the nipple, which was so much more sensitive than a male's.
Encouraged by the sight of Henry using her body for pleasure, Sumia took a bold step. The pants came off, partly due to the fact that the tightness of an erection against his pants was slowly going from strange to actually kind of unpleasant, and nothing but relief came as it sprang up, exposing to chill evening air. She looked at it, then back to 'herself", unsure which was more interesting. As Henry's hand slipped around his cock, he groaned, the directness of the touch feeling much better, and the sensation of a holding penis being one that Sumia found a little better than she was worried about. He began pumping, Sumia's eyes going right back to watch Henry explore her.
It was surprising that Sumia pushed things so far, but Henry couldn't have been happier. He laughed, Sumia's sweet voice ringing out in glee and approval. Her finger slid into her impatiently, eager to catch up with Sumia, eyes fixated on the way his body masturbated with her at the helm. He usually masturbated with his whole hand wrapped around his dick, pumping furiously as he bit his lip fiercely or something. She seemed much more gentle about it, using only the first few fingers and her thumb to move in broader, looser strokes, moving up and down the entire length. It was entrancing to watch, such a different way of doing things, but the stifled sounds he heard in his own voice told him that Sumia found it amazingly effective.
Sumia was similarly entranced by watching Henry in her body, fingering herself. Both hands ended up between her legs, fingers working more dextrously than she could ever make them. Three fingers worked their way in and out of her steadily, palm grinding against her clit, the other seven digits all caressing her inner thighs and outer folds. He made great use of what he had to focus on as much as he could as constantly as he could. She was never quite so direct or impatient about her pleasure, preferring things slow. She could spend an eternity on each familiar point, focusing solely on them and bringing herself to intense release over a long period of time. Henry just threw himself at it.
It looked hotter than it really should have.
Both found themselves completely absorbed in both the foreign pleasures of stimulating completely new bodies, and watching the familiar ones be experimented with and touched in ways neither had ever done themselves. Occasionally their eyes would drift up to meet each other, sharing an odd gaze. It was such a bizarre situation, but both were too caught up in the waves of new sensations they sought to chase further, even if it ended with fluids they didn't have firsthand experience with. It was an exhilarating ride that neither were likely to forget.
"This is so much better than riding a Pegasus," Henry-as-Sumia said, entire body shifting to the quick rhythm of fingers pumping rapidly into Sumia's dripping pussy. He didn't actually know if it was better, as his plan to do so was a little derailed by their voyeuristic, exhibitionist, twisted mess, but he couldn't have imagined there was nearly as much fun to be had in zooming through the air as there was in having eyes on him as he found new thrills and watched old ones be twisted and revolutionized. The way his body rocked, hips lifted off the chair and into the hand, the way the fingers stopped at his tip to rub and slick the fingertips with pre as they came, was entrancing, and he wanted to try it all out once he was back in his own body. Feelings he would only likely experience once were hard to focus on, and he tried to bask in them as well as he could, but then he watched Sumia bite down on her lip a little more firmly than anything flirty could ever produce, and he wondered just what she was feeling in there, if it was changing her.
Sumia-in-Henry tried to remain silent, except she was too loud to even qualify for even "low key". She didn't speak, but his mouth formed all sorts of shapes as moans and groans spilled out, and she wasn't sure if it was purely from the sensation of stroking his cock, or if watching her finger herself was just that hot. She wanted to try what he was doing, but wasn't sure she would manage to avoid being clumsy, finding it unfair he was so deft at working her hands, fingers all seeming independently operated and not skipping a beat. It was her body! Her body, shuddering, the heavy breathing making the rise and fall of her bare breasts hard to keep eyes off of...
There was more than a little narcissism to go around for both of them.
There was little either to do to keep themselves from cumming. The sensations were so foreign, and neither knew exactly how to try and control their releases in their current bodies short of just stopping, which was clear by the intense way they eyefucked each other that that wasn't going to happen. Sumia's body lost it first, only fair given how much the fingers just dug into her and sought to race to a finish. The fingers slipped in one last time, Henry crying out in bliss as her hips jerked forward, entire body shivering, eyes shutting tight. It felt intense, everything in her body lighting up, only for her to settle lazily against the couch, breathless.
Henry's body reacted a little less intensely. On one final stroke up, his cock twitched, jerking in his grasp as he came. A small rock of his entire midsection eased him into ejaculation, cum pumping out in spurts as he continued stroking, low grunts following each time another string of seed splattered down onto the floor, though some of it got onto his leg. Sumia leaned weakly into her seat as well.
Their eyes found each other before long. Sumia felt like the moment spoke for itself, but Henry was Henry.
"That was great, but can I go try out your Pegasus now?
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