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The Boar's Personal Dancing Slave	By : NTheTwelfth Category: +A through F > Fire Emblem (all) > Fire Emblem (all) Views: 941 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-The Boar's Personal Dancing Slave
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The rain was coming down hard, only making the cloaked figure move faster. Even though their dorm room positions made them neighbours, Felix was instructed to gather something very specific at Dimitri’s request.
A chastity belt. From the Archbishop’s room.
How Dimitri ever found out about that item existing and it’s location, along with the key to the chest where it was being held, Felix would never know. What he did know was what it was going to be used for. It had been their game for years, ever since professor Byleth made Felix the Blue Lion representative of the White Heron Cup five years ago. No, he thought. Earlier than that. Since they were boys, Dimitri would playfully order the younger boy to do as he asked, and one thing led to another. Felix hurried his pace, berating himself for losing his focus to his memories.
The rain was getting worse, few people were outside, fewer still watching every passerby. The long, draping fabric of his dancing outfit was perfectly concealed under his cloak as he rushed up the stairs to the second floor. Felix was one who would rather be in the sparring hall than the library, but that was where he was pretending to go to avoid lurking eyes. He pretended to read several books from all over the library, taking a handful out with him. As he was walking past Seteth’s room, he heard a small feminine voice.
“Father, it won’t fit!”
“Hush! Be quiet, Flayn! We don’t need anyone finding this out, or we’ll have to hide again. Now, it will fit, if you put your hands on the table and just relax a little…”
At least this dad loves his kid… Felix thought in envy. His assassin training was paying off, as the guards barely paid any attention to him as he snuck up the second staircase, leading right to the Archbishop’s room, where he deftly picked the lock and crept into the opulent room.
And opulent it was. With large windows reaching the high ceiling, bookshelves filling the room with times of long-forgotten knowledge, and a bed easily four times as large as his own filling the center of the room. On it was Rhea, the Archbishop, embracing her lithe, dark-skinned lover, Cyril, both on top of the sheets which had been scattered on the floor. Cyril was still inside her after their long love-making session last night, his seed flowing out of Rhea’s furry snatch and staining the bedsheets.
First night back since we busted you out of Enbarr’s dungeon and you’ve already gotten pregnant, Felix silently berated her. He silently crept to the bedside on Rhea’s side, ready to bolt at the slightest moment, as his target was underneath the bed. His eyes kept being drawn to Rhea’s large hips and her coarse green nether coat, it’s sexual allure not lost on the horny young man. Still, he pulled out a small chest from underneath the bed frame, unlocked it, and slowly rifled through the contents, being careful not to make noise, before he eventually found the chastity belt. The only way this is coming out with me unseen is if I wear it… Dammit Boar… He deftly slid his legs through, clamped it shut, and begrudgingly swallowed the key for it. He quietly put everything back and locked the chest again, and was about to put it back when a voice stopped his heart.
“Thief,” was all Rhea said, her back still to him. “That doesn’t belong to you. I’ll forgive you, Felix… If you clean me up.” She expertly pulled Cyril’s member out of her overflowing slit without waking him and swung her backside over the edge of the bed, his potent sperm dribbling out of her body. “There’s a lot in there, so get cracking, thief.” Felix’s cock tried to fight against the bars, but the cage held fast. He dived into her green pubic hair, tongue scooping out as much semen as he could all at once, but still more flowed out of the Archbishop’s hole.
There must be a lot still inside her… Felix thought. He clamped his mouth over her vagina, his nose pressing into her hairy butthole, and sucked hard, drawing the semen out past her cervix and into Felix’s wanting mouth. This unexpected bravado and suction caused Rhea to cum, spraying Felix’s chin with her juices. When he felt he did a good enough job, he quickly moved over and licked Rhea’s pulsating rosebud before wiping his face on the blanket. “I’ll return this when I can,” he promised before quietly leaving the way he came, leaving the Archbishop to catch her breath. If only he knew that returning it would not be an option.
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Byleth had small holes cut in the monastery's walls and she was at the end of one of them.
Dedue was Dimitri’s shadow and fuck buddy.
Ashe was living happily as the king of Brigid.
Ingrid was eventually seduced by Dorothea and they were adopting orphans from the war.
Sylvian and Mercedes had a bun in the oven and plans for a lot more.
And here Dimitri was, brutally ramming Annette’s pussy.
All while Felix danced and had to look on in envy. He loved Annette. No, he loves Annette. He had plans to ask for her hand in marriage soon. He was trying hard to not cry as he saw her orgasming over and over on Dimitri’s cock, his own struggling hard to escape it’s confinement. He wanted to make Annette happy, not Dimitri. He shook his hips, the lock clinking helplessly against the metal cage as he twirled and hid his tears from the duo.
They did every position that they could. Missionary, doggy style, cowgirl, and 69, just to name a few. Annette tried to do more female dominant positions, like amazon position, which she learned from Ashe and Petra, but she just wasn't strong enough to hold Dimitri's legs high up. They were laughing and giggling uncontrollably as she slipped and fell onto Dimitri’s strong chest, which only made the pain in Felix’s own burn more. Dimitri pulled out a small bottle of lube, and Felix instantly recognized the bottle that they used years ago, and what he was going to do with the love of his life. Annette got on her hands and knees, her pussy dripping a little as Dimitri’s large fingers slithered into her asshole, smoothly due to the lube. He grabbed her hips and gently eased his way into her ass, making her breathless. He was careful not to hurt her, completely unlike Felix, who he just fucked without a care in the world. It was quite evident that Annette loved anal, as her orgasms only got stronger, contracting and trying to suck the sperm out of Dimitri’s balls. He put Annette on her back, lifted her legs and rapidly jackhammered Annette’s twitching pussy.
“I’m going to cum, Annie,” he whispered, but still loud enough for Felix to hear. “I’m going to cum deep inside you. I’m going to make you my queen and we will have many children. Are you okay with that?” It was an open question both to her and to Felix.
Annette could barely spurt out in her orgasm-fried head that she loved him and would love nothing more.
The tears started in earnest now.
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The pattering of small footsteps in the castle halls. A redhead boy and a blonde girl racing around the long corridors, before bolting outside to play in the first snowfall of Fhirdiad. Felix and Dedue were babysitting the prince and princess, while the king and queen were making a third, the windows to the bedchambers open so Felix could hear them. His cage clicked weakly and he pretended not to hear.
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AN: Hey all. Been a while. Hope you enjoyed. I guess there is room for a part 2, but I don't have plans for that at present. Life gets in the way sometimes.
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