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Askran Archery	By : Datsexypootisburdtho Category: +A through F > Fire Emblem (all) > Fire Emblem (all) Views: 4632 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Askr. A beautiful kingdom, full of new mysteries to explore, new foods to taste and things to drink, and more importantly, candy! Ok, well, putting aside the festive mood he felt obligated to act out given his costume, that last one was faaaar down the list of priorities. ‘Cut me some slack, I’m only 12 ok?’ Such immature, childish things were not an activity the young bowman had much opportunity to take part in, given how he’d been forced to grow up quick back home, back in Tellius. One day he was just living his life, enjoying the company of the mercenaries he called family. The next, Commander Greil was dead, and Daein wanted all of their heads on a pike. Doesn’t leave one with much time for leisurely activities, does it?

But such things were out of sight, and out of mind for Rolf. After all, the Order of Heroes was a fresh start for everyone that signed on! Even if some of them could uh, well, the term “hero” was not something you’d be using for Valter in a million years. Quite frankly it made him a little nervous how dubious the morality of some of the people Anastasia recruited could be, but the summoner assured him that they couldn’t so much as blow a raspberry in hostility without her express say-so. The fact that Ike was roaming the halls, four of him at that! Was also a huge relief. He’d already thought of the man as invincible, in the way that a young boy hero-worships his older brother, but after being sent on a few missions with the older, bulkier incarnation of his commander, that thought turned into outright belief.

That wasn’t to say life was always sunshine and rainbows. His costume and torchlit bow aside, which he still found curious mind you, war was still something that he couldn’t get away from. And so it was that Rolf was sent out on a reconnaissance mission, with only the one fellow hero as his partner. They needed to know what exactly Embla was up to, after all. The kingdoms may have something of an uneasy ceasefire, but given how they’d repulsed scouting parties themselves.... turnabout is fair play.

“Smaller parties can move faster, and are harder to notice. At the first sign of trouble, I want you two to book it and get back here ASAP. Got it?”

And so it was that the pegasus knight of Macedon was his companion. Palla was the eldest sister, and de-facto leader when Princess Minerva was not around, of the Macedonian Whitewings. True, the members were only four, and whether or not Minerva counted as one was something that changed every now and again. Not that such a thing mattered as to their combat effectiveness, and the enemies of Macedon had swiftly learned that the cry of Pegasi meant bad times ahead. Especially if their Princess accompanied them, the sheer crushing might of Hauteclere was not something to take lightly.

“Palla, gods I, I can't..."

It had been a few weeks since he’d first met her in any capacity beyond the exchange of names, a shake of hands and the typical banter during a lull in battle. During that time, he’d learned that she was quite the kind, caring woman, who had a yearning in her heart for a man she could never have. The two took to each other like a duck to water, and it didn’t hurt that she was one of the most fetching women he’d ever seen. Granted, Askr seemed to be populated by nothing but women for whom “drop-dead gorgeous” was merely average.

“Mmmhmm, can’t what? Come now, tell me. What can you not do?"

The fact that he’d started that enemy of all, the nemesis that brought about times some enjoyed, while others hated, but all would never go through it again willingly. Puberty. Suddenly, the swell and sway of every backside, the bounce of a bosom, the long, smooth and creamy legs were not something he could ignore. And given his ah, rather close proximity to a woman wearing tight clothing, with nothing on her legs but tights that emphasized those glorious thighs of hers? Ashera preserve him, he was going to die.

“I c-can’t hold it back! S-something, Palla!”

Which was what lead to today’s predicament. Namely, after the pair had set up camp and began stretching the aches brought about by riding a Pegasus all day long, Rolf’s practically constant erection worsened. Somehow. As if the subtle grind of her tights-clad ass against his groin wasn’t bad enough, now he had to see her body after she’d stripped out of her breastplate and greaves. Which made him appreciate just how fine her legs were, and how large of a bust she sported. A bust that was currently pumping up and down his throbbing cock, drawing moans from his lips at a stupendous rate.

“Cum for me Rolf, don’t fight it. Cover my tits with your load, let me ease your pain.”

There it was, that damnable, teasing-yet-concerned tone of hers that was going to drive him mad. Masturbation was still a stranger to the archer, and give the duration and frequency of his erections, relief was something he sorely desired. Then that desire turned into a need, and that need into desperation. His balls had swollen to the point where everything he did caused pain, and the only relief he could get was to undo his pants and let them hang free in the cool breeze. But that too brought about discomfort, the swelling, throbbing sack was so sensitive now that just standing still hurt. And when Palla had finally gently prodded as to the source of his problem... well....

Pain makes someone do a lot of things they’d swear would never be considered, let alone acted on. Especially pain in a sensitive area, and you combine that pain with the hormones of a boy going through the physical changes that would lead him to manhood, on top of the presence of multiple, impossibly sexy women? Why, it would have been more shocking if Rolf hadn’t undone his pants and showed what exactly was ailing him.

“Palla!”

A shout of her name fills the clearing, and with half-crazed sons of pain, relief, and pleasure, an orgasm so intense his vision bursts into stars crashes over him. A squeal of delight comes from the woman responsible for his climax, as thick ropes of potent, almost burning hot seed burst from his engorged cock. Her right eye is nearly a casualty of his discharge, and that side of her face is soon a sticky, white-covered mess. Moans spill forth from her ruby-red lips as her breasts continued to stroke his member, coaxing more and more cum from his overly swollen balls.

Twice now she’d thought he had finished, and twice more had yet more seed coated her perfect skin. After Rolf had deposited quite the load on her face, her breasts, and everything in between, Palla had wrapped her lips around his head and swallowed his prodigious prick, knowing instantly that she was going to be addicted to the taste of his cum. At last her soft, firm bust was allowed to fall away from his shaft, and her mouth replaced it, helped along by two frantic hands at the back of her head. There was no subtlety, no sensuality in her actions. This was no blowjob, no oral service of his cock. No, this was an unabashed face-fucking. A hot, wet, tight hole was caressing his length oh so perfectly, and he was supposed to go slow? Like hell.

"Mmmph, hrrk, grrk, gllg gllg gllg!"

Her throat bulged wide as Rolf forced his dick as far as it would go inside her mouth, helplessly moaning and almost weeping in the intensity of the sensations. The poor boy had no way of preparing himself for how good his first climax would feel, how sensitive and quickly the pleasure would come. To say he was overwhelmed by both it and a modicum of relief for the pain he felt was an understatement. But it had lead to an action that the emerald haired woman currently being forced to deepthroat his cock enjoyed immensely, the crotch of her tights soaked through with her juices.

And after what felt like an eternity, Palla was finally released from his grasp, face still covered in semen. Several small trails of clear skin broke up the thick expanse of white, marks of where tears had flowed down her cheeks from the intense pounding her mouth received. Not that she at all minded such a thing, no. As a delicate, slender hand gently massages her throat while the other begins to gather up the ample amounts of pre-teen jizz on her face, their eyes met, and the look in hers sends a shudder running down his spine.

“Bedroll. Strip naked. Now.”

The first word was accentuated with a snap of her fingers and the commanding tone that she frequently used on the battlefield, and with more than a fair amount of anticipation, Rolf rushed to follow her command. Everything was removed from his body, his boots, the ghost sheet, even the little scarf she’d knit for him when he had complained about the cold. Blue eyes are glued to the apex of her legs as Palla rolls her tights down those luscious, perfectly thick and plump thighs, and a puffy pink slit with drenched green curls is exposed to his gaze.

“Palla.... y-you’re beautiful..”

As she finished removing the last of her clothing, mindlessly tossing away her top, a small, genuine smile formed across her face. A smile that is unmarred by things such as lust, or a need for a man to finally give her the attention she so desperately wants. No, there’s not a hint of anything but affection and a care in that smile she sported, and as she mounts him, hips straddling his and her burning-hot pussy hovering inches over his pulsing head, Palla leans down and kisses him deeply. Her tongue probes gently at his lips, entering his mouth as she slowly sinks down on his length, engulfing his cock in a heat so tight, so wet, that Rolf can scarcely believe it’s real.

He moans into her kiss, his hands instinctively grabbing onto the swell of her round, shapely ass and squeezing hard. A squeeze that only grows in intensity as more and more of his shaft vanishes inside her sex, and she knows from his frantic panting that he’s about to cum again.

‘Amazing.... Rolf, you’d just cum so hard, so much only moments ago, and yet.... here you are, ready to fill me up again.’ Briefly, the sudden thought of pulling away from him, removing his manhood from her sex entered her mind. Becoming a mother wasn’t something she anticipated, or even felt ready for but.... the notion of depriving him of his chance to reach his release inside the woman who took his virginity, the woman who made him a man, was decidedly not one she enjoyed. And besides, the risk of it, the chance of her being the mother of his children.... gods but did it drive her crazy.

A choked gasp that vaguely resembles her name leaves his lips, choked groans and cries escaping the instant her pussy was flush with his groin. Somehow, his balls churned up an even bigger load this time, as if they knew this was a chance that may never come again. You only lost your virginity the one time now, barring certain time-traveling shenanigans. His hips pumped up in that instinctive urge to impregnate Palla, to ensure his line continued inside her fertile womb. A veritable flood of seed erupts within her channel, painting her walls and that most sacred of places inside her white. Her hands clench as she’s filled, Rolf’s cock twitching and pulsing harder than ever as his load is pumped deep inside her, a heat that she’d never known settling down in her belly.

Several moments passed, and when the haze of pleasure lifted from the young man’s mind, his eyes open to see a warm, caring smile that beamed down at him.

“Congratulations Rolf. You’re no longer a virgin, and chances are you’re going to be the father of my children. How does that make you feel?”

His mind whirled at that one word. Father. Children. He, he has a very good chance of seeing his own progeny be born in around 9 months time from the woman astride his hips, and the thought burns away all the doubts, all the distractions that the last few weeks have bombarded him with.

“...I feel, great actually. I, I’d love to.... make sure of it, if you don’t mind.”

That smile of hers only widens in response, and when her hand brings his head to her breast, he doesn’t even think twice about it. A gasp escapes Palla as his hot mouth envelopes her teat, and as she begins to ride him in earnest now, the sound of hips meeting in the oldest of dances filling the clearing, suddenly the pegasus knight feels ready for motherhood. But first, well, she’s not quite done with her lover yet. After all, she’s responsible for the pain in his groin, it would be very irresponsible if she stopped now.

“Mmmm, fuck... harder baby, harder...” she breathes into his ear, a thrill running up his spine upon hearing that term of endearment pass from her lips. The velvety vice of her walls clenching around his cock is a sensation he knows will never get old, and his hands once more grip her ass, bringing her down harder on his length as she desired.

“Ah! Rolf, f-faster! Fuck!”

And he obliges, reaching deeper than he thought he could as his hips surge upward, meeting Palla’s in a perfect rhythm, driving his cock just a little bit further inside her pussy. His crown had long since been battering against the entrance to her womb, but Palla didn’t even begin to care about what little pain there was. She’d endured so much worse on the battlefield, what was this in comparison to the dagger she felt every time she saw him, that man she once wanted?

But as her climax rapidly approaches, the young man beneath her pumping his hips just right, fucking her with long, deep strokes, that pain is quickly fading. Rather, she’s able to finally start letting go. Why chase after and pine for something out of her reach, when there’s one beneath her that’s grown rather dear to her heart the past few months? The one who is the father of her unborn children? Her eyes bore into his as a particular roll of her hips sends his cock directly into a certain little bundle of nerves, and a tear falls as the first climax Rolf gives her sweeps away the love that went unrequited.

Her lips crash into his, a cry of his name moaned into his mouth as her walls seize around his member. The fires of Palla’s orgasm burn through her body, delivering a pleasure the likes of which she’d never known, never knew existed. A pleasure that’s only enhanced when Rolf follows her right over that edge, his manhood swelling once more as hot, thick ropes of seed fill her sex again. Her arms, her body convulses as she embraces him, clutching him as tight as she can to her curves, never wanting this moment to end.

But alas, eventually all good things must. It takes several minutes, but feeling returns to her limbs, and she shakily pulls herself up atop his body, breasts heaving from the exertions. Her gaze darts around the campsite and narrows upon seeing her discarded clothes, a reminder that they have a mission to fulfill out here.

“.....Palla. Do, you want to go again.... before we get back to work?”

Those ruby-red lips twitch once, twice, before a grin that Rolf is becoming accustomed to forms. That smile, he could see it all day, every day for a hundred years and it still wouldn’t get old. The glint in her eyes doesn’t hurt either.

“..... My hero.”

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Welp. I don’t really have a suitable excuse for having been gone so long. I went through stretches where I didn’t want to write anything, had days where I got maybe like five lines done, if even that much, and just felt drained. But lately, I’ve been feeling that itch again. I have a friend to thank for getting me back in the mood to write, you know who you are. I’m not sure if I’ll continue An Archers Reward, or Target Practice for that matter. In all likelihood, I’ll probably revamp the latter and put them into this story, and eventually I’ll get around to redoing the former. Maybe. Possibly. I don’t know.

In any case, I once again apologize for the absence. Hopefully I still got it, and if you enjoyed this then leave a review! I appreciate those immensely, whether it’s a simple “Hey I liked it” or one that goes in-depth. They’re all the same to me.
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