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When Palla had asked Catria and Est to fly with her on a weekend retreat, Catria had expected something more soothing than a small inn in the alpine north. It was a strange place to think of Palla going to regularly, but Catria would be lying if that didn’t make her curious.

“Why are we going to such a remote inn?” Catria asked her elder sister. It was far away from most civilized [laces to the north of Macedon and Archanea both. In fact, it was oddly close to the port they had been at before going to Valentia. Still, she trusted her sister, and from the sounds of chatter and laughter inside, it seemed to be a lively place at the very least. 

“It’s the place I go to let my hair down.” Palla admitted. You know how we Whitewings are unlucky in terms of love.” 

“Ugh…” Catria averted her gaze from her smiling sister, sharing a sheepish glance with her younger sister Est, who was just as slightly less cautious and more excited for whatever Palla had planned for them. The stableboy had already hitched their Pegasi, and the weather wasn't likely to get any warmer, so Catria took a deep breath and opened the door for her and her sisters.

Inside the warm air, smelling of sizzling meat and spiced ale filled the room. The room was filled with many mercenaries from across the land, many enjoying a tankard and a plate. 

Catria also noted two things though. Most of the mercenaries had dark skin, big bulging muscles, and a fair few of them had girls straddling their laps.

Not just tavern wenches too. Some Catria could tell were other mercenaries, nobles, and to her horror, she could see the capes and shields of knights hung up at the entrance. 

“Mmm… It’s always a good night when Palla shows up.” A dark skinned, handsome Mercenary rose up to greet the girls. He smiled at Palla with a flirtatious confidence as he strutted towards them. How ungentlemanly of him! Catria turned to look at Est, who was only trying to fight back a blush

“He’s pretty hot...” she whispered.

*SMACK!*

Both Catria and Est were caught off guard by the fleshy slap. They turned to find the man seizing a greedy handful of Palla’s rear from under her short skirt. Catria herself was horrified, but the only thing stopping Palla from smiling from ear to ear was her biting her lower lip.

“Mmm… who said I came for that this week, Musar…” She moaned.

“Oh my, I see you brought your sisters.” Musar said, never letting go of Palla’s ass. “My brothers will be happy to see them.

“Catria and Est looked towards the table he was sitting at before, registering the two other men, halfway identical to him, and both eyeing Catria and Est hungrily. She wanted to be disgusted, but Catria could feel her thighs grow slick with a debauched need. 

She tapped Palla’s shoulder. “I-I don’t think we should-”

“You’re not going to forget about Marth just staying home and playing with yourself, Catria.” Catria’s eyes widened. Just how did her sister know? “Just one night, that’s what cured my heartbreak too.” 

I’ve already rented out the three best rooms in the house, took most of my mercenary earnings, but it should be worth every penny.” 

“I can’t wait, handsome.” Palla cooed, beginning to trace his jaw with a slender finger. 

“Just one request: Can I start with the blue haired one?” He said, giving Catria a wink.

Catria was shocked for one, wasn’t he dating her sister.

“Only if you give me some love after. I’m going to get a drink and chat up your brothers. Est, you come with me. Catria, I do hope you have a good time…” 

"G-gods…"

Catria cried, even just the cockhead was enough to pry open her sopping wet pussy. Her pale milky thighs spasmed on in grasp of the dark skinned man  

“Damn, you really liked that, didn’t you?” He gloated. “Lucky for you, I love thick-thighed pegasus knights!” His large hands could cover half her thighs, sinking into the soft flesh like pillows.

“P-pull out!” she ordered, as best she could with that huge cock throbbing in her, but her pleas fell on deaf ears. With the way her pussy was squeezing around him, it was unlikely he could pull out of her. Catria realized then that she just had to grit her teeth and take it, doing her best not to moan. 

Fuck, even the way he caught her folds pulling out was agonizingly good. Every time his black cock plunged inside her it spilled flecks of juices onto the tavern’s sheets and churned her honey into a sweet cream that clung to his cock, causing quite the contrast. The tavern beds here were sturdy things, but even they lurched brutally with every slam.  

One floor above, Catria could hear the brutal lurch of a wood bedframe, as well as the ragged moans of her sister Palla’s jiggly white booty clapping against her own dark-skinned man. Unlike the Whitewing’s middle sister, Palla made no effort to mask her ragged moans and yelps. 

And in the next room over, she could hear the faint sounds of a gagging woman, each sloppy sound accelerating the faster it went on. It seemed that the small roadside inn was filled with a round of Whitewings being fucked. 

“Sounds like big sis is loving black cock! If you don’t please me, I’ll go up there and take her free hole!” Catria stared helplessly at his muscled form pumping and thrusting inside her tight pussy. She never found such a build attractive. Lord Marth was her type.

“Oooghh… Naga…” Catria could make that much out between the sound lurching bed upstairs. She’d never imagined it would feel this depraved, this… good. She always imagined Marth holding her close to his chest as she rode him, perhaps sharing a few kisses as she shimmied in his lap. 

The contrast of her sweaty, heaving tits bouncing with each thrusts, and those dark, veiny hands spreading her thighs apart was not something she would forget. In fact, Catria feared that this would become her new normal. That every time she saw an inn by the roadside, she’d get wet with memories of getting her pussy drilled by a dark-skinned mercenary. 

It felt good, damn it. It felt really fucking good. His cock hit places her fingers couldn’t dream of reaching. It felt good when he held her body and used it like it was his possession. The feeling of his fingers closing around her throat, massaging the skin with powerful fingers made her feel more a woman than she ever had.

He fondled her tits something fierce, switching between groping her and sucking her nipples. Catria realized how sore it was going to feel to ride her Pegasus after this. All three Whitewings would be limping and aching after this. This entire event would have to be a secret from the rest of their friends. There was no way she could swallow the shame of getting seduced and bedded like slatterns in a tavern. 

But then she thought of just how her other friends would react to this. How Linde may look in her taking black cock in her body-hugging pink silks, or if the flirtatious, yet loyal Caeda would lose herself getting her pussy fucked loose by a man twice the size of Marth. Caeda looked quite a bit like her. Blue hair, curvy breasts on a slender frame, and the thick thighs and fat ass that seemed to be a hallmark among pegasus knights. These men wouldn’t be able to keep their hands off of her. 

The thought of it was enough to bring her ever closer to cumming, especially combined with how ragged he was fucking her. Catria noticed that her breasts and thighs were covered in red handprints from where he had held her so tight, she’d never imagined such a manhandling would feel so good.  

Not just the thought of her Archanea companions, but her Valentia friends as well. Celica would be quite the same as Caeda in her regal, stately nature. Mae was taken, but maybe she could introduce Catria and her friends to other men. Hell, she first heard rumor of such virility from dark-skinned men from Sonya, who was drunkenly regaling an overly-interested Genny of her past exploits. 

The dull clap of her hips meeting hers forced her back to reality, just as her fantasies peaked. “Fuck! Catria cried. She tried desperately to stop herself from cumming, digging her nails and knuckles into the sheets, but to no avail. He wasn’t slowing down for a second, even as her juicy pussy tightened around him. 

Catria’s head shot back against the pillow as she came against the pillows. Her thighs shuddered with every wave that gushed out of her convulsing pussy. She was fucking cumming her brains out, coincidentally at the same time as her sisters from the cries and moans coming from the adjacent rooms. Her eyes went cross eyed as he continued fucking her through her orgasm.

Her body positively went limp in bliss, no longer able to keep tight around him. God, she needed rest after that…

“No way. I’m not done with you yet.” The dark-skinned merc said. 

“Wh-what?- Ooh!!” The merc hooked his hands under her, and with a mighty heave lifted her up effortlessly. Caeda whirled from the sudden feeling of being suspended in midair, but she didn’t have much time to register anything else than his cock slamming up inside her yet again.

“Naga…” She groaned, leaning her weight into his chest as he carry-fucked her. She didn’t feel like much of a hero anymore. She didn’t even feel like a proper woman at this point. Caeda felt like a dolled up fucktoy for this stranger’s pleasure. 

“Good girl. Tighten up that twat and take this big, black cock.” Caeda groaned in delirious pleasure but did as she was ordered. Her arms wrapped languidly around his neck for support as her breasts squeezed against his pecs.

“Naga… this position feels so good.” She gasped. Just the feeling of not having to do anything, her wide hips lifting and falling with just his strength and gravity alone was heavenly. She could only feel a giddy sense of pleasure as her man grabbed two fistfuls of her fat ass as he ravaged her. There was nary a 

Catria’s breasts bounced with the forceful pace administered by her lover. She had little to no control of her body or her pleasure in a position as domineering as this. All she could do is take ragged gasps between moans to keep her head straight. Without even wanting to, Catria’s tongue began to loll out of her mouth. 

Her dark-skinned, well endowed friend took that moment to hook his fingers into her mouth. Catria couldn’t help but suck on those dextrous digits with how turned-on she was right now. The feeling of her body rippling and jostling every time his cock punched up in her was like something out of a lewd dream, helped especially by the growing heat in the room.

“Fuck… I’m definitely cumming in this pussy…” The mercenary groaned. The reasonable thing was to try and at least utter some plea against that, but the way his thick black cock throbbed inside Catria made her pussy needy for his thick cum.”

Instead of thinking of the dignity and grace befitting of a Whitewing, Catria chose to indulge the dark, slutty desire in her heart. Her eyes gleamed with a selfish lust as she gazed into his eyes. Mmm cum in me daddy, you and your friends can breed all three of us tonight.” She moaned. 

“Mmm… I’m liking your attitude. My friends would like a go at you two, and I definitely want to pump a few loads into that Green haired one with the big tits.” The man sneered, before opening his mouth and awarding the middle sister with an open aired tongue kiss. Bits of hot saliva dribbled onto Catria’s bouncy breasts from the sloppy kiss, and she could feel her body beginning to come undone yet again by the increasingly potent thrusts. 

The mercenary groaned before ramming up into her well-fucked pussy at a breakneck pace. It made her ass ripple with a delightful sting, and it was so good that Catria came by the third stroke. Luckily for her, he was not far behind. His cock erupted deep within her. The cockhead pressed tight against her womb flooding her with fresh, virile seed. Her body seized up against him, hanging submissively from his neck as he ground his cuck against her, refusing to let a single drop spill out of her pussy. 

He held her suspended in the air for the entirety of his orgasm, until flecks of his cum were dribbling out of her and onto the wood floor. Only after she was filled to the brim did he fall back onto the bed with her. Catria spilled out of his arms babbling and teetering on the brink into fainting. 

“Good slut, I need a drink after that.” He said, giving her reddened ass a slap that jolted her back to reality.  “I’m going to leave your door locked. Don’t get surprised if a friend or three comes to plow your holes.”

“O-oooh gods…” Catria groaned, even with her pussy so battered and filled she could feel herself getting wet for the plowings to come…

The rest of the night passed in loud debauchery, and the tavern earned three new regulars that day...

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“Gllrk gllrk gllrk!”

Celica’s golden dagger clattered to the floor, forgotten as she paid for protection a different way: the common way.

“Fuck me lass, you got quite the throat on you…” Saber groaned, leaning his weight into the table. His hand was behind Celica’s head, guiding her bobs down his entire cock. She thought such a thing would be harder, but she was able to set a rhythm quite quickly

They were in the middle of an empty bar. Celica’s clothes were still on, thank the gods, and she was out of eyeshot thanks to being on her knees. The only thing that gave her away were the slick, sloppy gulps every time Celica took him in her mouth

“Just keep going and breathe through your nose.” Both Mae and Genny had told her, she had no idea what they meant until now. It proved sound advice. She was able to take him down to the base without gagging after a few tries.

“Mmm fuck lass. Must be true what they say about those slutty priestesses…” Celica looked up to glare at the merc. How dare he insult Mila! He only smiled drunkenly, pressing a hand firmly against the back of her head. That must mean she was doing good, right?

“GLLGH!?” Suddenly Celica was dragged down to the base, her eyes widening as Saber’s cock filled her throat. Thinking on instinct, she tried to pull away but his hand forced her back down.

Try as she might to keep her pride up, the fact of the matter was that the frown princess was currently getting her face fucked in the middle of the tavern.

She could feel her puffed out cheeks go red with strain as she took more and more of this merc’s musty cock. But she needed him on the voyage, almost as much as he needed his balls drained by a pretty girl

“Gonna blow…” he warned, and the throbbing of his thick veiny cock agreed. Like many things in her life Celica had to take it. Breathing through her nose was harder than ever, but there was always one thing that kept her going.

Just think of Alm…

“Cumming!” Saber bellowed before his cock pulsed, shooting white hot bastards down Celica’s throat. The flood of seed in her stomach was a strangely intoxicating sensation made better by imagining it was Alm who she was pleasuring. With that little idea in mind she gulped down every shot that went down her throat.

Saber finally pulled out of her throat, letting her gasp in relief. “Well lass, I’ve been to many whore houses, but you just topped them all. Looks like you made a convert of me.”

Celica wipes her mouth, retrieved her dagger, and stood up. Upon a second look at the bar there was a single barmaid in plain sight. She felt incredibly ashamed but also turned on by the blush on the barmaid’s face, perhaps even a touch of jealousy was there. 

“There… will you help us?” Celica said, once they were alone. 

“Heh, with a throat like that, you have my sword. Both of them.” He chuckled, before gulping down the rest of his beer. “C’mon lass, I know just the ship with a fare cheap enough for you and your companions…

Celica hoped it was indeed cheap, she still had her dagger, but a voyage for five was still a costly thing indeed.

“One thing. Are your companions women?”

Celica tilted her head. “One of them is not, why?

“That might help things.” He said, scratching his chin….

***

“Ugh!” Celica watched in awe as Mae was bent over the large table the pirates played cards on and was taken right there by the burliest one. Not even a few days into their voyage and these bastards were already making good on their promises for payment. 

The bastard Saber was no help at all… he made fast friends with the sailors, no doubt knowing them from whatever seedy jobs he took. 

“The lass over there is highborn. Don’t take her pussy unless you want your head to roll.” was all the protection he gave her. After that he spent most of his time getting drunk and plowing Genny, who was head over heels for the merc. 

Celica and Mae were forced to wear a demeaning one piece and stockings. A “Bunny Suit” apparently, complete with fluffy tail that went up her rear, ready to pull out whenever the captain wanted a go at her ass. 

She supposed she should thank Mila for her blessings, for Mae and Genny had it much worse than her…

Mae couldn’t go three feet without her ample chest being groped, so much so that the sailors had decided to gift her a new set of “Bikini armor” that somehow covered less than regular swimwear. That didn’t stop their gropes or them bending her over to fuck her, but it did signify her as their property, along with the beating they gave poor Boey.

Celica watched as the tankard of ale Mae was carrying spilled to the ground as an ale-bellied sailor bent her over the game of cards. 

“B-but I just- Ooohhh~” Mae groaned, she was far past crying out when men entered her now. Celica knew that the big man was massive. Luckily he was not as rough as the first mate or the captive. He usually made her suck her off not just for his pleasure, but so he was nice and slick to fuck her, and he did love to play with Celica and Mae’s pussy. 

“Mage pussy is the best thing after a long day of rowing…” He groaned, before beginning to thrust into Mae’s pussy. Celica ignored the trickle of lust running down her thigh as the table jostled and shook in time with Mae’s rippling ass. The rest of the card game players were used to the sight. Half of them had probably gotten sucked off earlier in the day. 

Off on a separate table, Genny was riding Saber like her life depended on it. “Does daddy love his little slut’s tight pussy? I’ve been praying to Mila every year for an older mercenary to break me in!” 

“Mmm…” Saber groans. “Daddy loves this tight pussy…” Genny seemed to be Saber’s property exclusively. Sometimes, when Saber and the captain got drunk, The merc would invite the captain over to use Genny’s mouth or ass. Genny seemed to not mind a bit though.

She was aghast hearing Genny’s dirty talk, they fucked so much sometimes Celica couldn’t get a good night’s sleep. Usually Celica only got good sleep after getting fucked into the captain’s mattress.

Celica tried to focus on anything other than the unholy debauchery happening right now. She tried, and failed to avoid eye contact with Boey, who was reduced to a serving boy, filling their tankards as he did his best not to get an eyeful of Mae getting railed right in front of him. 

When the captain came out of his cabin, Celica knew it was her turn. The minute he sat down, Celica walked over as sexy as she could, and plopped right down on his lap.

“Does master need anything from me?” Celica asked. She tried to make it as sweet as she could, but it was hard to deny how much she hated the man. 

“I want you to ride me while I play cards with my men.” Ugh… Celica hated when she had to do all the work. It was so demeaning, and the worst part was that she liked it…

Celica pulled the bunny tail out of her ass, fished out his cock with a practiced hand, and slid down his cock. Mila… he was big, not as big as the fat one but with an oversized cockhead that dragged sinfully good against her ass. Not missing a beat, Celica began to work her hips up and down, gyrating him slowly in reverse circles to please her “master”. 

“Like my cock, girlie?”

“Love it… she moaned begrudgingly. She tried to keep her pace slow, to not overwork herself and cum all over his lap again, but that was easier said than done… 

Boey came by, just as Mae began to lose herself to the wild sex, moaning loud as she splattered juices all over her and her hungry lover’s thigh. 

“Thank you boy, keep up the good work and we may let you fuck one of the girlies next.”

Boey gulped, doing his damnedest not to look at the sight of Mae getting railed. Celica noticed the hard-on in his pants throb just hearing the sound of the debauchery. Celica couldn’t tune it out either. She heard the mewling moans of Genny getting her guts rearranged by her rugged mercenary as well as the sound of Mae losing herself to the pleasures

All of it together had sped up Celica’s own arousal. Before she knew it she had begun to work her hips vigorously. She lifted and dropped her hips on the captain’s lap, moaning in time with his thrusts like the slutty bunny she was dressed as.”

“Fuck lass…” The captain groaned, barely able to take a sip of his ale. Sounds like you’ll be draining my balls tonight…”

“Yes master~” Celica moaned. She could feel herself almost cum when his free hand began to fondle her ass, rubbing through the nylon to grope at her plush cheeks. Again, she thought of Alm during all of this… How good it would feel to please him, even if he never knew how she became the woman she had become.

Celica, Mae, and Genny all came at the same time, their tight pussies gushing all over their lovers as a series of cheers and onlookers cheered and hollered. Celica went limp in the Captain’s lap, putty in his hands as he kissed her hungrily.

“Gonna have to bring you to my quarters…” he groaned. Lifting her with one arm and carrying her while still inside her. Celica knew the others would be fine, in a relative sense. Genny would only have to please Saber, maybe another if he was feeling charitable. Boey knew just what to do to keep his head on his shoulders, and Mae… well, she heard the next man mount her as the door to the captain’s door closed. She could take it though. She was a tough cookie.

Celica crept to her own quarters, cum dripping down her thigh. The captain was fast asleep, and even though his bed was far warmer than the heap of covers she and Mae had, he snored very loudly.

As she made her way below deck, she could hear the faint sounds of more debauchery

“Gluck! Gluck! Gluck!” It sounded like poor Mae was still on duty… What she didn’t expect to see was none other then Boey a the reins, face-fucking his longtime crush by using her pigtails quite roughly.

“Should have done this years ago, you hyperactive slut…” He groaned, before wiping the sweat off of his brow and noticing Celica. They exchanged eye contact for a few moments, Boey himself never stopping his face-fucking of Mae. There was shame on both their faces, but neither could really judge the other. Celica simply slid under her covers, pretended not to notice, and began to slowly play with her achy pussy to the sounds of Boey fucking Mae for all she was worth…

***

“Thank you for saving me sir…” Celica bowed to the masked Paladin, whose name she now knew as Conrad. 

“Don’t mention it, but you’ll owe me for such a close call…” He said, and Celica knew just what he wanted. From the look in his eyes, he wanted it sooner rather than later. By this point, Celica was happy to oblige. 

“It was my pleasure. Ant- my lady.” Conrad corrected. He was a gallant man all aside, with ginger hair that struck a nostalgic chord within Celica, as well as a lusty one. Certainly an improvement over those sailors. Perhaps she was just a little bit more depraved after her adventure to Zofia. She knew her companions had. Mae now had more than a passing interest in propositioning strangers, and Boey had gotten a taste for Rum and Grog, as well as “visiting” Mae when he was in his cups. 

“How can I ever repay you?” Celica asked. The question was, of course, rhetorical. She knew exactly how men expected damsels to repay the favor, even if they never let those thoughts breach their speech. 

“I’m simply happy that you are safe. He started. His gallant speech paused when Celica dropped into a squat in one practiced motion. “M-my lady?” 

“Shhh… I lady must repay her debts.” Celica whispered. She could see the cock throbbing in his slacks. My, he had quite the impressive length. A month ago, Celica would have had no frame of reference for any man, but now things were entirely different. She placed a hand gently against his hard-on. Sometimes a gentle touch riled men up more than a firm, slutty one.

“She looked up at him, somewhat disappointed that his mask covered his eyes. Celic loved to look into the eyes of the men she sucked off, even if she was glaring at them. There was something in the emotion of them that got her wet beyond belief. Thankfully, everything else about his body language made his desire apparent. To her surprise, he grew harder as she rubbed him through his pants, his veiny opening and closing in hesitation.

“Do you not want it? Am I unattractive?” Celica asked, tilting her head oh-so innocently.”

“T-that couldn’t be further from the truth. It’s just that I… I-mean.” Celica couldn’t see his eyes, but he could see hers. From the feel of his cock, he couldn’t help but like what he saw. “Mila forgive me… very well.” 

Celica smiled sweetly, trying to mask her giddiness as she easily undid the drawstring of his pants. HIs cock flopped out with a slap, covering a whole half of her face. He was even bigger than Saber and the captain. She was going to enjoy watching him disappear down her throat. 

“Just relax and leave this burden to me, sir…” She said, before eagerly sinking down his cock, complete with an audible gulp.

“Mila…” Conrad groaned. He was big enough to strain her draw, and she could already feel his cock shivering as she took him in his mouth. Celica was afraid he would blow his load too early, so she grabbed his balls and squeezed, just firmly enough to relieve the pressure in his cock. Cocks like this only came around once in a blue moon, and she wanted to properly thank her savior.

She put all the experience her adventure gave her to good use, quickly beginning to throat the man more befitting of a brothel’s most popular whore than any princess. Then again, her mother was a concubine in a sense, perhaps this was simply a genetic desire in her. Bits of slick spit began to coat Conrad’s cock and Celica’s cheeks as her throat bulged when she took him whole. The glurks and gags were enough to wake the whole sentry post if they were alert. Celica hoped it didn’t. As much fun as she would have, she needed to have her voice to talk to that new Militia leader she heard of. 

“Fuck…” Conrad swore. His inhibition was slowly but surely shattered by Celica’s sucking, evident when he grabbed a fistful of her hair in his gauntleted hand and shoved her down his cock. “I’ve always imagined this…” he groaned. Celica had no time to think about what he said, instead focusing on holding her breath as his cock throbbed in her throat. She never expected a Paladin all in white to be so physical with her.

Celica thought for a moment Conrad was pulling her head off to give her a breath, but she gagged in surprise when he pulled her down to the base again and gagged her. Something had clearly snapped in him, not that Celica minded, of course. She was unbearably wet getting facefucked by such a gallant knight. She couldn’t help but snake a hand between her legs and begin to play with her pussy through a sodden, white thong. 

The slick sounds mixed with the throaty, wet moans and slaps of her lips kissing his pelvis. By this point, even Celica’s face was red and ragged, hoping that she could get a deep breath soon. She could only imagine what sort of depraved woman Alm would think her to be, but she had to get to him, no matter the cost. Perhaps, if Mila was kind, he would love that kind of woman. She imagined it was him gagging her now, throbbing in her throat as he clutched her hair in a rough ponytail.

“Cumming!” Conrad groaned, hilting himself in her mouth and erupting a second later. Celica’s eyes widened as the familiar man shot fate white waves of cum down her throat, not letting up on the pressure in her hair for a second. She gulped every last drop down as expected of her, waiting until every bit of it was gone and his cock was clean to pull off gasping. 

“Was that to your liking sir?” Celica asked, after wiping her mouth a dn doing her best to fix her hair. 

***

Celica… Celica!? Is that really you!? Alm asked, with Celica still atop him. The minute she had seen his heroic visage, she couldn’t help but rush him into a hug that stumbled them to the ground.

“Yes! I’ve missed you so much!” She said rubbing perhaps too close against him. He had grown so gallant, and so handsome, and she had been through so much to get here. She was glad she remembered him. The two guardsmen hadn’t, she had to convince them through other means, and she was still sore from how eager they had been. At the very least they were quick about it. 

“I’m so glad to see you, you’re so… You haven’t changed at all…“ 

Celica couldn’t help but beam hearing that.

“You look a little tired though, I hope nothing amiss has happened.” 

“No, nothing at all.” Celica smiled, trying to ignore the load trickling down her thigh. “I hope you’re free tonight, Alm…” 

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It was supposed to be a simple diplomatic trip to Ferox, at least that was what Lucina was told. She had not been since the war, and Olivia had spent much of her life in Ferox. She did not expect this…

An orgy.

Naga only knows how long Olivia had been cheating on Chrom with Basilio. Lucina wanted to believe it was recent, but she could tell this had been a long time going by the way his hands roamed her mother’s body with familiarity. They were firm, veiny things that grabbed her no softer than he did any Feroxi whore, and Olivia loved it.

“Mmm… I-I missed this…” Olivia groaned, straddling Basilio’s big black cock like her life depended on it. The cockhead alone was thicker than Lucina ever imagined. It had to be as long and thick as her forearm. Moreover it throbbed with every gyration her mother made.

Lucina’s mouth watered as she watched the hypnotic sway of her mother’s hips and Basilio’s cock. Naga, why was she getting so hot?

Olivia had always been a shy woman, at least as far as Lucina remembered. She had been affectionate with Chrom of course but only in cute ways. Kisses on the cheeks, little affirmations of affection, support. It was true love, but watching her mother dance in the Khan’s lap like his personal whore made Lucina realize something. Tender love was only one part of what a woman needed.

Olivia moved with a passion as queenly as it was sultry. Her cheeks gyrated slightly as she straddled Basilio, the soft snowy skin a sharp contrast the that hung spire of Basilio’s

“Let’s see how tight your pussy is now after two kids.” 

Basilio grabbed Olivia’s ass with one hand and his cock with his other. Lucina’s mother only whimpered and braced her dripping pussy, glistening in front of her daughter. Lucina’s jaw dropped watching that fat black cock fill her mother. Even just the cockhead threatened to pry her open. Inch after inch sank into Olivia’s gushing cunt. It had to be painful, but Olivia only moaned like a whore for the Khan

“Y-yessss” she moaned, far more actively than Olivia would normally say

Olivia raised her hips over that thick mountain of a cock and filled her queenly pink pussy with his cock. Basilio stretched her mother far more than Lucina thought possible. It spread her wider and wider as the girth increased down the length, until Lucina almost flinched watching it go balls deep.

“Fuck, you’re as tight as the day I saved you lass. Looks like Chrom ain’t doing much for ya!” Basilio laughed. His hands engulfed Olivia’s waist as she gasped, usinig the leverage to grind inside her juicy pussy.

“Yes, No matter how many nights I spend with it, I can’t help but compare him to you…” Olivia moaned. She spoke meekly but that was only because of how much Basilio’s cock made her moan. 

“Dirty girl. I always liked that Chrom. He’s a good kid. But I love beautiful women more. Nothing personal.”

It was personal, how could it not be. The man was fucking her mother, Chrom’s wife insensate… or was it the other way around. Olivia made a dance of bouncing on Badilio’s lap, every single time she made it to the base she gasped, as if almost coming.

“You deserve it all sir… Olivia gasped

“Oho? What about that daughter of yours”

Lucina heard what Basilio had said. Worse, she could feel the effects. Her pussy began to drip through her tights. She had always had the feeling Basilio suspected her in her time in Ferox. She now knew that she had simply caught his eye

“Of course. Why do you think I invited her?”

Off to the side, Maribelle and Robin knelt side by side, heads bobbing back and forth on two swarthy Feroxi. 

Maribelle spent much of the early hours making sure her ringlets of hair were as proper as can be but she didn’t mind one bit when the Feroxi man used them as reigns. Every thrust bulged her throat something fierce, but it made her equally wet. Sure enough, the stone floor glistened with a puddle of her juices.

She couldn’t wait until this man had his way with her…

She was not completely new to this. Ricken was a good husband, but less than sufficient in bed. Some nights she would go away to suck men off at one of the brothels her family was secretly connected to.

She gagged on the cock she was sucking a light tanned one, far bigger than Ricken’s. She was slightly jealous of Robin’s dark-skinned man. She didn’t foster such ludicrous notions of superiority, but the color contrast between the pale Robin and the chocolate soldier fucking her face was tantalizing indeed.

“Fuck me, Ylissean girls can suck it,” her man groaned. “ Oy, Look at me while you’re sucking me off." Maribelle didn't mean to glare at him. A glare was her default expression after all. Thankfully, it seemed to turn on the axe soldier. His grip tightened at her twintails, her lips and nose kissing his pelvis and coarse hairs. Soon enough, Maribelle was gagging, breathing through her nose like life depended on it, and hearts were practically fluttering from her head. 

Robin was in better shape. She had heard rumors about the virility of Feroxi soldiers but experiencing it was another matter. Robin didn't have much luck with men. She usually kept to her books and sated her needs efficiently and by herself. Well, this was giving her a new lease on her pleasures. 

She was admittedly having a hard time thinking while getting her face fucked, but she could at least manage to rub her clit with a freehand. 

"Use your tongue, whore." The soldier said. He was an aggressive man, not particularly trustful of Ylisseans and especially Plegians. He trusted her to suck his cock well though, and Robin could tell from how hung and hungry he was that she'd soon be holding onto dear life to a table while her cheeks clapped against his cock. Robin was used to giving orders, not taking them, but she managed to slick out her tongue well enough to get a moan out of him.  

Something about being on her knees at the mercy of a man turned something on deep inside Robin. Normally, she was something of a control freak, no doubt something learned from her vast experience as a tactician, but now she was happy to let a man loose in her throat, even though the strain of his glistening, throbbing black cock made her eyes water with intensity, not to mention the virile taste and scent. 

"Bout to cum in your throat, you Plegian bitch." He said, not giving a damn about how rude or demeaning he was. That too was an intense turn on for Robin. Instead of taking offense she took his thrusts and pulls with relish, slathering her tongue all across his thick cock and his throbbing vein.

"Gluck Gluck Gluck Gluck!" Was all she could say. Robin came as the first rope of salty cum spewed from the tip of his gock and down her throat. She could only taste the slick sweat enveloping her senses as he dragged her down to the base. She could hear his rasping groans as her throat milked him, and from the sound of things, Maribelle was getting spunk sent down to her stomach as well. 

The sound of her wet pussy schlicking along with her gags scattered the scent and sound of her womanly pleasures all through the room, though it was far from the only debauchery going on at the moment. 

This went especially so for Cherche. She was a woman who knew what she wanted, and she had been hooked ever since. 

The maid/wyvern rider was on her hands and knees, getting smashed back and forth by two dark skinned men, one the hue of cinnamon, the other dark chocolate. Quite the filling combo~. Cherche’s tits swayed as her asscheeks jiggled from the force of her getting double teamed. Her throat and pussy would be sore, but in the best kind of way. 

She remembered how she first learned the pleasures of rough fucking. Basilio agreed to host Virion in Ferox with one simple confition That he, in his own words, "Would get to fuck that pink haired lass silly every night." Virion, being Virion, had agreed. 

As a maid to Roseanne, she had a certain duty to sate her liege lord. Blowjobs, titfucks, and an occasional lap riding whenever Virion didn't have a noble girl to fuck. 

But Khan Basilio had been an entirely different matter altogether. She couldn't sit comfortably for an entire day after he fucked her the first time, and that did not stop him from fucking her again that day, and a few days after. 

A swat to her big butt brought her back to the present. She could feel her eyes water up in ecstasy as her cheeks flushed.

“Fuck this lass is eyefucking me” said the man fucking her throat. Her maid headband slipped off as he bunched up her hair. To a normal girl such treatment would feel demeaning and barbaric, but Cherche hummed sweetly as both men made a sloppy mess of her.

“Lil slut. Bet that husband of yours doesn’t know a thing.” The man gaping her pussy laughed. Cherche’s eyes fluttered. It was against the rules, but she pulled off the man’s cock with a gasp. 

"Nngh... E-even if he did. What could he do about it?" She asked. The man liked the sound of that. No doubt Virion was pumping languidly inside some other maid. Well, if he was, Cherche could get his whole entourage of maid sluts converted to getting fucked by the rugged, exotic Feroxi.  The man fucking her liked the sound of that. His fingers squeezed her fat ass hard enough to hurt before slamming in her harder.

"Fuck..." She groaned, barely audible to the sounds of her cheeks clapping. She had thought to moan all of her misgivings with her husband, how much of a womanizer he was, how small his cock was, and how she didn't even think that Gerome was his, but she felt rough hands seize her face and hair and gag her back down a thick cock. 

Olivia’s pussy dripped both with Basilio’s cum and excitement as she guided her daughter to her hands and knees. “There you go, just like that.” She smiled. Olivia grabbed a handful of Lucina’s big butt and shook it. It felt just like hers. “Shes all yours Lord Basilio. Olivoa said. For nc her stutter was more from excitement than terror. 

Basilio’s black cock throbbed as he got on his knees. His cock loomed loomed over Lucina’s supple and jiggly cheeks, a trait inherited from her mother, Olivia couldn’t help but slip tw fingers against her cunt as she heard her daughter gasp as Basilio began to rub his cockhead against her daughter’s dripping pussy.

“Mother… Lucina groaned, looking up at Olivia only a arms reach away, sitting on Basilio’s throne. Her cheeks were flushed, both eyes gleaming with lust and confusion. 

“Shh… I was just like you when Basilio bent me over after dancing for him. You’ve been through so much, you deserve this… As deranged as it was, Lucina’s fear seemed to melt away for a moment. She held her gaze with her mother the whole time before Basilio began to feed his thick cock in Lucina’s snug Pssy.

Olivia watched Lucina’s face the whole time. The initial shock and wince of pain as Basilio took her daughter’s virginity was delightful and then that discomfort cracked into a gooey sense of euphoria oozing out of every pore. Her royal eyes fluttered her lower body slumping as Basilio slowly slid in. She looked at Basilio, he smirked knowingly at her. She must feel the exact way Olivia herself felt when he first fucked her. 

“Mmm… So proud of you…” Olivia said. 

“Fuck is this lass tight…” Basilio groaned, finally hilting himself inside her. She might even be tighter than you were.” Olivia took that as a high compliment, given this was her daughter. 

Basilio never wasted time getting passionate and rough with his women, Lucina was no exception. He began to pull out of her, only to thrust back in hard. It was enough to make the normally quiet girl moan, her backside ripplig against the strength of his thrusts. And then he pulled back and slammed in her again, 

“Daddy…” Lucina gasped, barely understanding what she had said. Her face was fuck drunk in a way Olivia never thought to see her stoic daughter fucked so hard. She was wetter than she ever had been with Chrom. He was a loving husband and strong leader, but a woman had needs that went further than coddling contentment.

“Daddy huh?” Basilio smiled from ear to ear, One hand seized Lucina’s narrow hips and began to clap her royal cheeks harder than before. The other grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled into a taught ponytail. The almost savage drumbeat of their raucous love making filtered out all the rest of the moans in the room, with some of the other women in the hall looking enviously at what the princess got. 

“Maybe I should nut inside you.” Basilio grunted. “Ferox needs an heir, and I ain’t getting any younger.” Even as he fucked Olivia’s only daughter stupid he had the audacity to laugh. 

“Good girl, Lucina. I’m so proud of you…” Olivia gasped, she had been fingerfucking herself stupid, the wet schlicks growing faster along with Basilio’s thrusts and staggered breaths. 

Been wanting a go at this fat ass since I first saw you beat Lon’qu. “I knew a lad couldn’t have hips like that. Should have known you were Olivia’s daughter then.” Basilio laughed heartily, though even his bellows were drowned out by the lascivious clapping of flesh all through the hall. 

“N-naga please…” Lucina moaned turning her fuck drunk eyes back to Basilio. To Olivia and Basilio’s surprise, the exalt’s daughter began to throw her hips back as hard as she was getting. As lithe as Lucina was, Olivia always forgot how much stamina she had

The sounds of moans and orgasms came in a round. Robin moaned helplessly as a man holdings her ankles mating pressed hser, finally slamming in one funal time and making good on on the position’s name. Maribelle was currently making out with a man carryfucking her, a coating of cream clearly evident on the darker skinned man’s cock. And Chereche was one her entertaining a few men, shaking and gyrating her ass as they stroked over her sexy body, culminating in the lusty Valmese maid getting coated in ropes of sticky white cum. 

Mmm… this was bliss. Olivia had to find a way of getting other girls this pleasure. Tharja would jump at the offer as long as Robin was involved, and would likely drag her daughter along in tow. Cordelia would be easy to convince given how lovelorn the girl was and Olivia knew Sumia already held such fantasies from their book club with her and Maribelle. Of course there was the ever present scandal of getting knocked up. Some women could get away with it, some obviously couldn’t…

Olivia had no doubt that Basilio would breed Lucina tonight. In a way, her daughter was the best option out of all of the girls. Lucina was unwed unlike many of the girls, and a mixed child wouldn’t be half as taboo as a tanned Gerome or Brady. If Olivia herself were to be bred, it would be too obvious the child wasn’t Chrom’s but Lucina could have a little mixed beauty with caramel skin and the brand of the exalt. It wouldn’t cause too much controversy… would it?

Gods… it was all too much for Olivia, her thighs shuddered as she came, spasming and squirting right in front of her future daughter. Somehow, it was just as powerful as her orgasm from before.

Basilio pulled Lucina back flush against his muscled chest as he thrust in  her a few final times, claiming her in a kiss that made her daughter submit and moan. Olivia could hear the orgasmic groan from the both of them as Basilio finally let loose inside Lucina. His cock and balls throbbed, contracted as he flooded the future exalt with unbending virility He pulled out of Lucina as she slumped over in a bleary bliss. His last few shots painted her fair skin with a complimentary pearly white. 

Olivia licked her lips, moving over to kiss her daughter full on the lips. She kissed just like Chrom, hungrily and with a habit of sucking on Olivia’s bottom lip. 

“You did amazing Lucina, let’s clean off the Khan’s cock together. The newfound understanding between mother and daughter was a beautiful thing indeed, especially as they began to savor and slurp on the Khan’s cock together

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Nohr had lost against this foreign foe. Armed with curved swords and nigh endless amount of gold, their strength, size, and zeal had overrun even the strongest of Nohr’s warriors, having caught them off guard. Princess Camilla had tried to intercept the early march towards Krakenburg, utilizing her air superiority to harass the opposition only to fall to their strength. None have heard of her or her faction of the army since… Many were slain, many imprisoned, and nearly all of the kingdom’s beautiful women were getting to know the glory and strength of their foreign invaders… 

One twin hollered, the other whimpered. Both girls took black dick like good girls though. Twin officers of the army, Hassan and Ade had taken a liking to the twins of the Ice Tribe, both for their political positions and especially for their bodies. Each was strong enough to take it rough from them, but not strong enough to fight back. 

“Oh! Ohhh my god!- Ohh…” Felicia groaned, even now her thigh quivered as Hassan’s cock slammed inside her. None would have thought Felicia would make a fine cockslut, but here she was, moaning like a whore for a foreign invader, right next to her sister. One of Hassan’s hands held taut on her ponytail, using it as cruel leverage to fuck the Icy girl’s sopping wet pussy. 

“Mmm… my snowy white whore!” Hassan grunted, pumping harder into her, as was his habit. By now, nobody would be surprised if Felicia had been knocked up by now. Nobody, especially not the Chief Swordsman, had tried to pull out of her and once she got going, Felicia was not one to try and stop them. She didn’t try to resist, she only fell into the pleasures of being manhandled, in the ways she always wished she wanted to be treated by her crush lord Xander. 

It was no use fighting it. Felicia had lost in battle to such a powerful man, why try and fight a hopeless fight in the bedroom as well. It was better for her to be submissive and take it. She was treated far better than some of the other girls who resisted, that was for sure. She’d rather sleep in Hassan’s bed with his cum leaking out of her than in the stocks or dungeon. She wasn’t some pass around whore like Selena. She was the captain’s woman.

Flora on the other hand, clutched to dear life on a pillow as the other swordsman twin plowed her rough. She had cum countless times, though the ice dragon god had not given her the gift of fainting long enough to sleep through the fucking. His thrusts always woke her and aroused her. 

Every time Flora moaned, she bit the pillow. By now she had a mouth that tasted like the silk coverings and cotton and the fine pillow had a thousand bite marks. She hated it. She had never wanted anything like this. Love to Flora was imagining the sweet hand of Jakob caressing her, not this brute of a man fucking her like some sort of toy. 

As if reading her mind, Ade fucked her harder

By now his onyx blade was sticky with cream from the ice tribe heir’s twat. It was hard to tell where cum ended and cream started though.

She wouldn’t scream though. Not in the same way Felicia was as her twin sister got pounded into the mattress. Even as her ass rippled and her eyes rolled. Flora muffled every moan with pursed lips and a damp pillow.

“Mmm… if you don’t tell me to stop. I’ll be forced to cum inside you…”

No. Not that. It wasn’t safe! Flora was about to turn and speak up when the hand at her back suddenly pressed her head back into the pillow. Flora yelped into the pillow, before Ade slammed harder into her test, ramping up pace each time. Flora’s eyes widened frozen in a panic as she screamed into the pillow 

“Nnnnhhhhhh!!!”

Ade roared, swearing in some exotic tongue as he flooded her pussy. Ropes and ropes of cum shot into her womb, flooding it completely, filled to the brim with foreign born bastards

Charlotte was having the time of her life. She shook her shapely ass. She had been the one to help betray her friends. All too tempted by the promise of gold and a virile husband. Now she shook her ass for her new fiance, Uruq and his second, a squire in Nohrian terms

Charlotte got her fill of black cock, spit roasted by her big-bellied fiance to be and his second-in command. The second in command was muscled like something out of Charlotte’s most lewd fantasies, so it was a high honor for him to fuck her throat, grabbing her hair to make sure she took all of that foreign back cock invading her throat. Her husband was as potbellied as he was monstrously strong. His thrusts were so hard that Charlotte’s big white butt rippled like fresh cream with every slam. 

“What did I tell you Kader? These Nohrian women are something else…” Uruq laughed. “You better get you one before the rest of the men claim them. 

“I was hoping for a proper Hoshidan slut with huge tits.” Kader sighed, though that didn’t stop him from tightening Charlotte’s hair and slamming into her hot mouth, making her cheeks sticky from the excess drool forced out. Charlotte looked like a wreck. Her mascara ran down her eyes black as the cocks currently ravaging her and sweat beaded her body until it glistened like a pearl .

“Mmm-mmmph!” She moaned into the muscly one, Kader she remembered. 

“Take me in my ass…” Charlotte half moaned, half begged. She had always been a  girl who loved pain and pleasure. That’s why she was a berserker. This duo that had bested her in combat would no doubt absolutely wreck her holes, better than any Nohrian man ever had. “Fucking destroy me.” 

“Looks like the perfect a slut to take as a concubine!” Uruq laughed, above the slap of his belly clapping against Charlotte’s fat ass. "Maybe I should rent out her holes at my palace when we sail home." 

“I’ll be first in line.”

Charlotte got impatient waiting for them to reposition to double penetrate her. They threw her around and positioned her like a toy for their pleasure. The wait was worth every second though. Both of them were slick lubed up from her sopping wet holes, so they gave Charlotte no mercy. Uruq and kader slammed into her pussy and ass respectively. Charlotte saw white as her head shot back and howled. Just the feel of those thick, ruthless cocks ravishing her like that caused her body to lose control and spasm in orgasm.

She was being carryfucked by two virile, hunky dark men at the same time both holes filled beyond her wildest imaginations. Every thrust every groan, every second had been worth betraying her comrades for this.

Ubuq popped a tit into his mouth and sucked hungrily as he made a mess of her gushy pussy. Meanwhile, Kader spanked her ass raw.

“Blonde bitch.” He said, straightening his hold on her hips to slam deeper in her ass. A

“Yeshh…. Fuck me, you fucking savages ! Conquer my womb with your seed!

Charlotte was past caring. She needed these strong men to break her, fill her womb, and knock her up. For once she got her wish, screaming with the mighty shots of cum that filled her pussy and ass. The girl fainted in a delirious haze

When she came too, she saw one black man kneeling atop her to fuck her tits, and a throbbing pump in her ass. She didn't know which was which, and she didn't really care~

Camilla watched the king slowly unsheathe his mighty black cock from Corrin. Corrin, her innocent little sister, who had never so much as had a practice kiss,

Was twitching in orgasmic bliss, spilling loads of virile cum from her well-fucked cunt

“And I thought a dragon’s stamina would last longer…” Camilla’s thighs rubbed together. The foreign king Musar was King Faron in his prime but stronger. He had his own fiery sword of legend that made short work of Camilla and Corrin.

“Your turn, Princess Camilla.”

“No, never!” She roared. Had she the use of her hands she would have clawed him, but her hands were bound. He had left her powerless, clad only in her lacy black bra and panties.

She scowled at him as he approached, yelped as he hoisted the tall woman up with one arm and flung her next to the well fucked puddle of bliss that was Camilla’s sister

Camilla was thrown on her back, she would have rather not need to face him. His very appearance made her wet. Immensely strong, well kept with an exotic eye for fashion, bedecked in gold bangles, necklaces and nakedness. And she could only marvel at the shape and size of his cock. She had worried immensely at how much pain Corrin would be in, but the near airless squeals of pleasure that came from the platinum haired girl had astounded Camilla as much as it aroused her.

Musar wrapped his thick hands around her thicker thighs and pried them open, pushing them back until her knees were pushing against her chest.

Musar laughed a spicy, flirty laugh. “Your cunt glimmers like the moan, Princess. Maybe you should just wrap those legs around me and let a real man fill your womb.”

Camilla glared. She did not deny she was wet though, could not.

“Do your worst,” she growled

And he did, slamming every single inch of his cock in her snug twat in a single stroke. Camilla’s breasts bounced hard, her mind shattering against the unreasonable pleasure

Her body spasmed with volcanic quakes, making her pussy gush and hot moans to escape her mouth. Her feet twitched so much her left heel flung off with a clatter. Camillla came her brains out, the squeezing and squelching around that big black cock like his personal whore

And all this before he pulled out and slammed in her again. 

Musar’s hands around her thigh may as well have been chains. They were so strong. The only resistance Camilla could muster was gripping the sheets and gritting her teeth, and even then only for a moment.

Her tits jiggled and her legs bounced with every mating thrust. The bed screamed with every slam inside her pussy. She was a slave to her own pleasures, too delirious to think of anything other than the lily white woman she was, before this black king ravished her.

No, she couldn’t! With Xander overthrown, she was the effective Queen, if she let this black brute cum inside her, and usher in a new heir, all of Nohr was lost.

Camilla suddenly felt a soft squeeze on her hand, a slender caress of her hair. 

“Just let it happen, sister. He already bred me beyond my wild fantasies…” Corrin whispered. “Let him breed you, we can be mothers together.”

“Corrin…” 

Camilla’s pussy clung helplessly to that thick dark cock invading her. She could hardly think of anything being kissed so hungrily. Muscled pecs pressed against her soft breasts, her thigh meat rippling in his hands

She was past caring about the crown, her country, or her virtue. 

Camilla used her remaining strength to buck his hands off her thighs, and wrapped her legs around him

Musar roared as he flooded her, hot jets of creamy white cum punching into her womb. She howled, creaming the sheets and Musar’s cock with her release. Her head shot back against the luxury pillows of her bed. Soft, pliant lips caressed her own, and soon enough she was aggressively kissing her sister, tasting the seed still on Corrin’s lips. Her body felt full, utterly in bliss, and completely bred when Musar pulled out of her. She looked at him, with nothing but love in her eyes for her and Corrin’s new king. 

“On your knees girls.” King Musar ordered. Corrin and Camilla, still oozing cum, happily obliged. It was Corrin who first popped that perfect, meaty cock into her mouth, to Camilla’s disappointment, she simply began to worship the part Corrin couldn’t fit in her mouth. There was quite a lot. “There’s still some resistance in Nohr, I expect you two will help me break them. 

“Yes master.” They both said, before returning to worship your cock.

“I have my men throatfucking the twintailed redhead on the stocks. She insulted me, but I want her pussy.” I trust you;ll prepare her for me Camilla.

“Yes…”

“And Corrin, that dancer you let escape. You’ll tell me where she is.

“Of course master~” Corrin smiled, a pube hanging from the corner of her lip. 

And so, with that, the Kingdom of Nohr fell, with a pop and a slurp. 

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Lucina never had her father’s hands on her hips though. It had been a hard-fought battle, and they had celebrated saving the exalt together. Two exalts in Lucina’s case. She drank with her father, heard tales that he would never tell her otherwise, and he had even made her blush. 

Their clothes had been strewn about his chambers already, and now they were dancing a naked, incestuous dance together, or at least that was the case from Lucina’s perspective. 

“Gods…” Lucina gasped, pulling away from the muscled arms of her father. The feeling of his arms around her was just as strong as she remembered. Naga, it was better. She felt so small in his arms, safe in a way she rarely felt.

Lucina tried to push away, it was only proper of her to disengage from whatever this was, but the sweet depravity of it all was too much to push away from. Besides, a Chrom in his prime was too strong to resist. 

Mmm… you’ll have to do better than that, Marth…” Chrom said. His hands that had been hooked around her slender waist went to grab at her fat ass…

“I wondered how a lad like Marth could have such a big butt, it made me question a few things, you know.” He smiled, that damnable, charming smile that was supposed to be for her mother. She knew that he and Olivia had a whirlwind romance of sorts, and she understood why now. Chrom was too charming, too yearning, and too much to resist.

“Milord…” Lucina said, brushing her hair in front of her eyes. He hadn’t noticed anything yet. She had it closed and pretended it was injured in the battle, but every now and then her eyelids fluttered when he touched her.

Especially now, as he kneaded her ass. Lucina couldn’t help but have her knuckles tremble against his broad chest, She could feel her pussy beginning to leak. She needed release. Bad. She was too deep now to turn back, she would already regret the things said and done that night. Why not just… go that final mile?

Mother… forgive me. She sighed, before submitting to Chrom’s strong lips and arms. Chrom kissed her hard and needy, as a warrior king of Ylisse should. His tongue played with her tongue the same way their swords did in Ferox. And he couldn’t get enough of her ass. It made sense, she was Olivia’s daughter after all. 

“Marth, please. I’m not a patient man.” Chrom said. Pushing his cock against her chiseled tummy. Lucina felt herself get even wetter, imagining just how much of him she could take up her royal twat. 

Or maybe that was too dangerous… but… mmm… 

“Of course. Just… do it from behind and in my ass.” She said.

Chrom smiled, raising an eyebrow in a way that made her heart melt. “Music to my ears,” he said. “Now, shall we?” 

Chrom hoisted her up, bridal style, and all but threw her on the royal bed. Lucina drank in the sheets, gripping them as she got on hands and knees for her father. She heard the sprits of oil to lube up his cock. Knowing her father and the scent, it was a simple weapon oil, but it would get the job done. 

“Fuck, you’re wet…” Chrom groaned. She felt his cockhead begin to slide over her sodden lips. “Are you sure?”

Lucina was not. The only thing she was sure about right now was that she needed her father’s cock inside her. She desperately wanted him in her pussy, but no. She had already done too much to alter fate. 

“Yes, I need to… save myself,” Lucina said, She wriggled her hips, setting her cheeks to jiggle quite a bit. 

“Good girl… I like a girl who knows her mind. Let’s see how you do with this sword!...” Chrom didn’t waste time, he pressed his bulbous cockhead against her tight little hole. The moment between girlhood and womanhood passed with agonizing slowness, but it ended in bliss when her father thrust firmly inside her and pried her anal walls open.

“Naga…” Lucina gasped, it didn’t take her long for her to cum her brains out. Her achy pussy squirted and spasmed all over her father’s thighs as her eyes, both exalted and regular, rolled to the back of her head.”

“Fuck, that’s a good lass…” Chrom said, laughing, before spanking Lucina like a good girl.” Lucina gasped, still cumming but brought somewhat to her senses. Being Chrom’s daughter she had quite a lot of stamina, and it was time to put that to good use. 

She was still too dazed to move herself, so Chrom did for her. He grabbed the narrow part of her hips and shoved inside her, prying open her ass with a hard, manly thrust. The sound clapped and squelched through his royal bedroom, Lucina’s hips shaking and her ass jiggling with force. 

Chrom pumped in and out of her ass, making sure to clap back just as hard. Lucina saw stars with every slam inside. Even having already came she could feel her pussy burning with need and pleasure. Her father was fucking her hard, too hard. It was clear he was working out the stress of battle all in her tight little ass. And she loved it. Every thrust. Every second!

“Fath… daddy…” Lucina said, the word felt like a sin leaving her tongue, but it was so sweet.” Daddy, huh? Chrom’s grip around her hips hardened and all her regrets vanished with the feeling. He pushed one leg closer, to better pot his weight into the thrusts and fucked her harder. 

From Chrom’s perspective, he was fucking a beautiful swordswoman, albeit a quiet, stoic one. From Lucina’s perspective, her beloved father was fucking her senseless, making her drink the sheets and leave stains on both her pussy and her mouth. She loved it so much… too much even. It felt amazing to be fucked like this and even better that her father had taken her anal virginity. 

“Say my name.” Chrom ordered, pulling her hair back in a rough ponytail.”

Chrom… daddy…” Lucina groaned, barely hearing her voice over the clap of flesh. She hated herself for every word she said, but her body loved the thrust of her exalted father’s cock inside her more. His hands gripped her hips so possibly, making her dance in his grasp in a way that would make her mother proud. 

He was utterly fucking the stamina out of her, with every kiss against her womb. Lucina had to bite the pillows, burying her face into the silky softness. She wanted to stare at her father face-to-face, but that would be too dangerous even for her. Worse, there was a chance that he stopped fucking her after he saw the brand of the exalt. 

She already felt sore, a sweet, feeling stemming from her reddening handprint on her jiggly ass. Even worse would be the ache in her pussy afterward. Lucina knew she would have to buy a toy before she left Ylistol. Fingerfucking herself until she fainted in an inn would never do after this…

“Gonna cum…” Her father said, in a husky groan that she never knew, nor was she ever supposed to. Despite her fatigue, despite the ache, Lucina grew more animated when she heard that groan. She began to throw her hips back harder against her father, clenching her ass tight around him to milk his cock. 

“Yes… fill me with your royal seed!” Lucina whined, more like a whore than a princess in that moment. For a moment, she allowed herself to pretend that it was her pussy he was fucking and that any royal bastards would fill her womb instead of her ass. Imagining being his woman, his whore, was a fantasy that she would entertain for years after this. 

“Fuck… I might have to keep you in the garrison.” That made her eyes roll as well as set her heart to fluttering. Her jiggly chest sunk deeper into the mattress, as her hips rose higher. 

With a mighty roar, her father came inside her. Flooding and staining her backdoor walls white, ruining them for any other man to come. If she had any luck, there wouldn’t be any after other than him Lucina came so hard she stopped hearing for a moment. She knew she screamed hard into the sheets. They felt the reverberations there, along with the steaming flood of white inside her. She felt every pulse, every throb in her father’s big coc. Every rope, every wad of stress went inside her, until it was leaking out of her with him still plugged inside. 

Chrom finally pulled out of her with a pop. It felt as if sticky white steam billowed from where his cock had been, the molten wad of white slowly leaking out of her. 

Chrom kept his promise of not taking her true virginity, but he had her in every other way one could have a woman. The entire room was in disarray after they were done. The mattress was crooked and Alec loose after had mating pressed her ass, a portrait of Chrom’s father fell to the floor as he carryfucked her against the walls, and the Valmese silks were stained when Lucina gave her daddy a titfuck to finish the night.

It was the best sex Lucina ever had, and unbeknownst to her it was the best sex Chrom would ever have.

Until two years passed…

Lucina was so happy to see her father that she cried. Their hug was a long time coming, their embrace as warm as she remembered. But it was not the time she hugged him as a child she remembered. It was their secret embrace and coupling they had before. They looked each other in the eye. His deep blue was the same as hers, with the exception of the brand. Ironically, that only made the blood link between them closer. She saw a fatherly love there, confusion perhaps, but also lust. Just like her. 

For a moment, both awkwardly stared at each other, before Lucina acted bold, stealing a kiss from her father. It was brief, but filled with tongue, and hunger. She could feel the taste of her mother on him, but she knew she was similar enough to Chrom to know how to kiss him better. Chrom grabbed her ass as he kissed her, soliciting a slick trickle of heat from her core, down her tight-clad thighs. 

“Can I come to your bedroll tonight… daddy?” Lucina whispered in his ear. She could both hear the hitch in his voice and feel the throb in his cock pressed against her. That was more answers than she needed. They stopped embracing only for that moment, if it weren’t for the sound of someone approaching they would have indulged themselves once again, right then and there.

“Yes.. daddy.” Her pussy drooled through her tights. Chrom was going to make her a real woman. Daddy my girl turned to daddy’s woman. Mmm…

“Chrom?” Both turned blushing to see Robin. He stared at both of them awkwardly but relaxed when he saw who it was.

“Phew, I heard word that you ran off with a woman. There were rumors starting to fly about an affair. But that couldn’t be the case with Lucina!” He laughed.

“No,” Chrom said. Lucina gasped, cumming a little as he began to knead her ass, fingers digging into her inner thigh.

“Not at all”

Chapter Text

It was over. Nohr had fallen. It had been decried. The most fertile and beautiful of Nohr’s women would now serve their black conquerors. It was an order from Queen Camilla and Queen Corrin’s own lips. And even if it weren’t, what were these women to do? No, they must serve them.

And serve them they did. All of Castle Krakenburg had been taken, and its women with it. That left Nohr fully conquered, and its women with it. Castle Krakenburg was now a whorehouse. In the kitchens, maids were made to suck off and fuck their new black masters, the ice tribe twins, who were chief in training them. In the training halls, knights learned to ride in a new kind of way, getting mounted themselves, their long blond hair used as reins.

And the royal throne room was Queen Camilla’s new breeding grounds. 

I’m gonna beat up this white pussy” The dark-skinned man said before pouncing on Selena. To her credit, she put up a fight more than many other Nohrian girls getting fucked around her, but it was not a close encounter by any means.

Selena’s body bucked and heaved, but she was no match for the big black cock inside her. The cursory resistance she put up only made her pussy wetter. The proud, haughty merc was reduced to a moaning mess with every thrust that made her tits bounce. 

God, her pussy was a gushing wet passage for him to stretch out. She gazed in awe past her bouncing tits to see how much she took in her snug test. It was filling her, hilting countless inches into her cunt to bulge her womb.

“Good girl, Camilla whined. My servants need to serve their new black masters. Camilla was already showing signs of her pregnancy, her stomach gently rounded with a motherly beauty, and her breasts beginning to grow even bigger. That didn’t stop her from guiding her girls.

Beruka, for example, was getting carryfucked with wild abandon. The short, squat girl was half the size of the fat black man claiming her, but she took his huge cock all the same. She was used as a fucktoy, simply carried and dropped up and down that spire of a cock. Falling into a stoic delirium all the way. She didn’t moan, only occasionally made jerky gasps, as if being wounded, as she took the general’s cock

“Ugh… Nha… f-for Lady Camilla,” she moaned. As the King’s squire fucked her stupid. Beruka had fallen in line with Camilla near instantaneously. The short, squat assassin hid her curves well, but when she got folded up and blacked, all that stoicism evaporated. The assassin was built for strength and stealth in equal parts, and had been for a very long time. Who knew that her shortstack build would also be built for black cocks as well? A sticky, cream glistened on the black man’s cock every time he bulged Beruka’s chiselled tummy. As quiet as the girl usually was, she couldn’t help but squeal like a first-time whore every time he hilted inside her. 

“Hah. Pathetic, I thought you’d have a little more fight in you. I should have fucked your friend.” He grumbled, using his anger at the situation to fuck Beruka harder. 

“Hear that, sounds like you’re gonna be a passaround tonight. Maybe if you’re good, we’ll let your two boyfriends fuck you after us. They won’t be able to feel your gaping pussy, though! Ahahahaha!” The fat black man had a revolting laugh, made all the more agonizing by how hard Selena was submitting to him

“Nngh… you fucking..” Selena groaned. She tried her best to shimmy away and kick her legs out, but the firm black hands spanning hard around her slim waist made it impossible, not even adding her moans and sputters. He was grabbing so hard that Selena could feel his diamond and gold rings digging into her soft skin.

Selena hated that her pussy loved BBC. Even stretched out to the brim, it clings like a needy lover, echoing sticky moans of its own. She sounded like a dozen boots in mud. Gawds…

It wasn’t long until another black man stepped in front of Selena. he gripped her by the throat and slid his cock inside her mouth.

Selena got spit-roasted. Hard, her mind swirled as two sets of black balls slapped her nose and ass respectively. She got rocked back and forth, both ends of her gaped into mushy, gushy holes for the exclusive pleasure of black men. Selena had been spitroasted by Lazlow and Odin once or twice. But neither were they half as big nor as aggressive as these two black men.

“Gllrk~ Gllrk- Mmmmph!~” Selena moaned, her lips forming as tight a seal around the cock in her throat. Down south. Her sopping wet cunt was answering her gag with slutty squelches of its own. If she had any way to see, Selena would have seen that the black man had made her cream, with the delectable treat clinging to his onyx cock. Her tits throbbed and shook, her heart-shaped ass rippling enough to sting from the backshots she took. 

“Fuck…” The one gagging her said before groaning in a foreign tongue. The other grabbed Selena’s twintails and fucked her harder, stronger, better than anyone else had ever done. 

Black cock… black cock black cock! Selena was completely and utterly transfixed on black cock now! This was a ruthless, utterly transfixing pleasure, she realized. The heat of battle with none of the danger, and all the pleasure. Perhaps this was the life she needed after fighting through futures, presents, and otherworlds alike. Just a simple life as a fertile cockslut for massive black men!

Her fuckdrunk world was hazy delirium, courtesy of the cock gagging her throat. The reduced air had made a ruin of her poise and stamina. She was sticky wet at her cunt and mouth both, her creamy pussy ready to take her first of many foreign loads up her snatch. She felt her slutty twat tighten around the black man’s dark pole, her tongue swirling sinful circles, drooling sticky moans all around the corner of her mouth. Both men groaned, grew rougher with the final few thrusts, until their balls slapping against her spasmed, bulged, and contracted, spewing rope after rope of hot white semen from the onyx orbs. 

“Mmmmph!” Selena squirted hard when she came, flooding the cock in her pussy just as he came inside. There didn’t seem to be an end to it, she held on, swallowing as much as she could, as she felt the overflow drip out of her twat. Naga above… they were still cumming…

Selena didn’t know when they stopped cumming, or when she had fainted. They dropped Selena unceremoniously to the floor, both men eyeing Beruka, who lay with her slumped in ecstasy in Queen Camilla’s lap. 

“Make yourself presentable, my dearest Selena. My beloved King Musar wants to try your pussy. Hopefully, you’ll last longer than sweet Beruka.” 

Selena could barely lift her head, but when she did, the biggest, veiniest cock she had ever seen loomed above her. Her heart skipped a beat in half fear, half ecstasy. Her pussy ached at the sight of it, and not just because of the rough fucking she had just received.

Her eyes dilated, heart eyes practically beating in her irises. “Anything for my black masters…’ Selena said, uncharacteristically submissive, licking her lips. 

In Castle Krakenburg’s famous training yard. The woman, from veteran to trainee, was broken in on a new, obsidian-made sword. Instead of grunts and huffs came howls and moans as women were throatfucked, carryfucked, and spitroasted all over. Maids, Knights, even mages fought, lost, and broke to black cock. And none more than two of Nohr’s most famed knights

“Mmm such big juicy cocks for me~” Peri moaned, bouncing like mad atop a thick black cock. Her armor had long since been cast aside, revealing her ample cleavage, nearly the rival of Queen Camilla’s bosom. Even these strong black men knew to be wary of a girl as crazy as her, but a girl as wild and insane as Peri proved to be a good fuck nonetheless.

Peri was bound, in a manner of speaking, at least. She lay kneeling, her ass shivering and rippling as a dark-skin black man thrusted into her drooling cunt from below. In both hands were cocks, one coffee and the other caramel. She did her best to give lip service to each one equally, but for the most part,r t her mouth was the treat of a big black brute, a one-eyed general who had a penchant for breaking in the most feral warriors of conquered lands. 

“You serve me now, whore.” He said, a chill, feral glint in his singular eye. It matched Peri’s visible eye, the other covered by her bangs, and sent a wave of lust going through the mad girl. Who would have thought that Peri, known for killing and lunacy, would be serving black men so submissively?

“If I serve you,u that makes you my daddy~” Peri moaned, gasping as the cock fucking her hit her cervix. “Mmm, daddy, so many big black daddies, all of you are my da-glllrk!~”

The general, annoyed with her frantic talking, seized both of Peri’s pigtails and used them to gag her down his cockk. The lack of gag reflex on Peri was a recent discovery for the girl, but these men put her to good use all the same. 

~Gluck gluck gluck~ The sound filled the din of the rest of the moans and throatfucks, louder than most as Peri masterfully throated who knows how many inches of dark cock. Each man was putting her through her paces, using her as a fucktoy, and given Peri’s enjoyment, perhaps that was what she was made for. 

Her hands were silky white blurs as she stroked off the two black men, wet slick sounds spurring her hand where her throat had swabbed them. Her pussy was a gushing font of cum from every man who had come inside her. If she got pregnant, she would have no idea who the father was. Rankly Peri cared about as much as the men did. She loved this new conquest of Nohr, and her new black masters with it. 

She began to throw her hips back, as hard as she was getting it from the dark skinned warrior below. 

“Fuck… this bitch has a lot of fight in her.” He groaned, his cock throbbing before he let out a few final thrusts, cumming deep inside Peri. If any of the men impregnated her, it was this one. It had been a long time since he had had a woman. He flooded her pussy with rope after rope, until her well-fucked twat was drooling white. Peri shoved her hips down and ground against the base, getting every last drop of black seed inside her. 

The two men in her hands came next. They came hard as well, utterly glazing her face and tits in pearly white cum, the scent alone but a smile on Peri’s face. Well, as much of a smile as she could, being so ruthlessly threatened. 

And finally, the general came as well. He pulled her down to the base and flooded down her throat. Peri saw white as searing white cum flooded into her tummy. Even when her body tried to pull back, the general pulled her back in and plugged her throat. Her vision went hazy as her nose tried to take in air, but he still flooded her pussy. By the time he was done, Peri was dazed from both the fucking and lack of oxygen.

“Fuck… I’m a servant for my daddies.” She said, delirious as another group of black men shuffled in, asking about the places where the men who had moved on to the other Nohrian whores. Her nearly limp body was picked up by not one, but two black men. She barely registered anything but the virile, hairy chest of the one facing her before she felt one cock shove up her ass and the other her pussy.

“Ohhh!” Peri groaned, before getting plugged and carriedfucked in the front and back. 

“Nggh… Y-you…” Of all the things Effie imagined, she had never thought about being overpowered. But here she was, lying with her legs folded in half in the bed. Such a submissive position, she should be ashamed…

A giant cock, large even amongst these black invaders, flopped onto her muscled stomach, the thick head landing past even her navel. 

“Mmm, a bitch who can take all of me… I never thought I’d see the day.” Shabazz said. The huge black man’s voice was like rolling gravel as he laughed. Effie had held her own in battle, defeating quite a few black warriors due to her massive strength. But in a duel with this one, she had lost handily. He was, put bluntly, huge. Nearly eight feet tall, fat, and fully armored in foreign metal. Effie stood no chance on the battlefield or here. 

This foreign giant seemed to have taken a liking to her and carried her like a bride to his quarters in the barracks. Effie supposed she should count herself lucky. Only a few were the favorites of individual men. Other girls were merely passarounds for the new garrison. 

She had been scared to take his cock. It reached nearly to his knees and was crowned by a black bush so thick the cock seemed to disappear. At the same time, her pussy betrayed her, leaking a sinful puddle onto the floor. 

It was only their second night, but she took his cock effortlessly now. Every single inch of that gargantuan member slowly slid into her. Effie watched for as long as she could before the shock of pleasure grew too much. Her head shot back against the pillows as her once-virgin walls were pried apart. 

“Gods…” Effie groaned. Her strong muscles were nothing more than silk now as she balled up the sheets, ripping them slightly with her strength. That only seemed to turn the giant on more. He grabbed her large tits, ones that fit perfectly in his hands, and began to massage and need. Effie came as the final few inches jerked inside her, crashing against her womb like a battering ram. God… she had never felt so much physical stimulation in her life… Her muscles from neck to thigh seized up and melted into pure bliss as she came, sweat beginning to shine across her body. She was a weak, panting plaything for the man who would no doubt claim her as his wife.

And he wasn’t even finished with her. For a while, Effie didn’t even feel that massive cock pushing in and out of her. She simply watched in a trance as her breasts bounced as inch after inch of that black cock thrust in and out of her. It looked almost comical. How could her pussy take that much all at one time? 

Once her senses came back, though, she realized just how clingy her folds were, and how dripping wet her cunt was. The sheets had been washed to a lust-scented ruin ripped up by both their combined strength the bed creaked violently as he fucked her into the mattress, and She was face to face with the man now, his face was as rough and stone sa the rest of him, but when he kissed Effie, it was oddly sweet. Effie couldn’t help but fall into a primal need to submit, offering her big black master her tongue to play with as he pushed her thighs nearly to her chest. When his hands went to grab her hips instead, Effie’s legs wrapped around him. 

~Creak Creak CRACK!~ The bed snapped under the duress of the mating press, but even that stopped their feral lovemaking. She could tell how wet and fertile she was from the feeling inside her. When he came, he would breed her, fill her snug warrior’s cunt with a black son or daughter that would no doubt be one of the mightiest warriors of the realm. 

God, Effie didn’t know how bad she wanted that until now. 

Effie came a second time, eyes fluttering as her pussy gushed again, almost fainting as well. Her ebbing orgasm was enough to push Shabbaz over the edge. He flooded her pussy to the brim, the feel and strength of it so potent that Effie was sure that she could feel herself being bred. 

She felt oddly hollow when Shabbazz pulled out of her, rolling off of her to snore restfully. Her pussy had been well and truly gaped by now, fucked to a point that no other man could compare. And oddly enough, she didn't mind one bit. 

The research hall in Nohr’s castle doubled as a library. It was vast and held countless mythologies and spells, archiving the greatest of Nohr’s history. Like the rest of the castle, it may as well be a whorehouse by now. 

Ophelia Dusk proved to be a fitting name as she got passed around by dusky black men. Cum clung to her taut tummy and jiggly body as the fat black man pulled out of her to coat her face and tits.

“Mm,m you’re foreign seed tastes divine!” Ophelia smiled, licking up the tribute. “The stars told me of your race’s virility, but I never thought I’d get the chance to indulge so much.”

Her pussy was made for black cock. Her fortunes said so. The airy blonde sank to the base as easily as butter by now, creaming a bit as she sat into another black man’s lap.. “Oh gods…” she whined, imagining how strong an heir she’d have. Strong, handsome, with perfect magical affinities, and even more perfect cocks. What was there not to like?

There were black cocks all around her. One for her pussy, one for her ass, two there for her soft hands, and one for her mouth. 

“Fuck… you were made for black cock!” One said. Given her only horoscope reading, Ophelia was inclined to agree. But it was more than that. Her golden hair, azure eyes, ample breasts, and her round, soft ass. She was a foreign treasure to these men, though used like a toy.

Ophelia had lost her virginity to this gangbang, her straight virginity that is. Lost with it was any sense of decency she had left. She shimmied her sensitive cunt down one black man while her ass got railed by the other kneeling behind her, three men and their massive cocks stood looming around her, giving Ophelia three impressive staffs to shine. She tended lovingly to each one, slipping off one cock with a sticky gasp, only to throw herself down another. She wrote spells on the undersides of their cock with her tongue.

She’d have screamed in happiness were her exalted lips not busy sucking cock

Soleil fared less well in all this. The girl had never even considered being with a man. Not even now, her wrist pinned against her back, forced to watch Ophelia break to the foreign invaders.

Hearing Ophelia get facefucked and cockslammed was already pain enough. Seeing it was another thing entirely. Her head was a dizzying blur as she was dragged left and right, from cock to cock.

Her legs were folded halfway to her head, her pussy gushing rivulets down Mambo’s cock.

“See that. Your little girlfriend is already too far gone. The people of our kingdom have shown her every pleasure a woman can have. And all the pleasures you can, too. As a matter of fact…” The man, lighter of skin but still muscular and virile, whistled. A few men pulled away from Ophelia, cocks still throbbing. Ophelia looked crestfallen for a moment until she saw those virile, dark men approaching Soliel. 

“Mmm, you’re gonna love it,t Soleil. Your mind, body, and soul were made to serve black men! I-mmmph!~” Ophelia’s face was quickly dragged back to its rightful place down the nearest cock.

The sight of her girlfriend taking three men at a time was columned by three black men looming over Soleil, their cocks throbbing and shadows looming straight over her. 

The man behind her rested his head against her shoulder. “Listen to your girlfriend, bitch. You’ll love every second, those little toys you lesbians use can’t compare.” Soleil blushed as her black leggings were ripped open, her thong snapped to the side in quick succession. She felt the kiss of her shamefully wet pussy against the open air. He hooked one leg under his arm, as one of the men grabbed Soleil by her pink hair. Fuck… she was gonna get spitroasted, wasn’t she?

“ y-you black bastards O-ooh!!” Her racially charged curse final words with a thrust inside Soleil that set her headband askew. Her breasts jiggled free, courtesy of her ripped clothes. She had no more chance to do anything but submit as a viny hand gripped her hair, the other one tugging at an arm to keep her suspended.

“Come now, girlie, let’s see how that pussy-eating tongue likes cock!” Soleil knew better than to fight back. The only thing she could lament now was that his thick body covered the view of her gorgeous girlfriend. Soleil shamefully opened her mouth, only to be immediately gagged by a thick cock. “Fuck… that’s a good girl.” He groaned. That groan seemed to summon his two friends, taking hold of Soleil’s hands to stroke off their cocks, still slick from Ophelia’s mouth. 

“Listen well, girl. This pleasure, of a man taking what’s rightfully his? It’s the ultimate pleasure. One you can never replicate.” Their light-skinned leader said. With a mighty blow, he smacked her, making it jiggle.

Soleil's eyes rolled, trying not to cum to the sounds of Ophelia being run through and ravaged by these burly, exotic thugs. What was worse was that Ophelia was loving every second of it. 

Soleil could attest to that. Even with how queer, how wrong it felt to have something inside her, she had already come once, hard and shameful. She couldn’t imagine falling into the same exclusive lust for black men that had befallen her girlfriend. She loved women, their feminine forms, the way they smelled, the way they laughed. Ophelia exemplified all of that. She wouldn’t crave black cock after this, right?

Soleil was soon to join her. They used her rough, treated her sexuality as a novelty as theyfucked her, waiting their turn for Ophelia. She was quite popular. Most women may feel betrayed, even more used than they already were. Not Solei, though.  The way her slender stomach muscles contracted whenever one man jolted inside her. Sloopy, both her pussy and mouth became wet as she gagged for cock. She could never say she would love men or how they acted. But she liked the things their cocks could do. Black men in particular… She loved it… loved cock.  That was the careless thing, the heartbreak. That all made her pussy wet. And when her pussy got wet, the men got rougher.

Ophelia would say that it was fate that caused the two girls to cum together, squirting all over the men, ravishing them, and squeezing a white storm of cum from the men inside them. Soleil just knew that their pussies were that divine. The rest of the men in their respective gangbangs came all over them, face, tits, ass, and all. They plopped both girls down in the center of it all, some of them already reviving and stroking to the sight of the two cum soaked lesbians. 

Soleil and Ophelia eyed each other, lusty-eyed and gasping for breath. The only thing left for them to do was kiss, swap the taste of saliva, and seme in their salty mouths. It’s what good girlfriends do.

“W-wait! I’m a boy!” Forest moaned, pressing his head off the pillow for a moment. He had time to see his girlfriend Nina get dragged to her knees by her braids, and dragged into facefuck, all by a black cock thrice the size of Forrest’s own. That filled Forrest with a jealous rage fitting of his royal lineage. 

It also made his tiny cock twitch. Forrest loved crossdressing. He wouldn’t live a life without it. He felt so free and fair doing it, and finding a girl who enjoyed helping him, his subordinate no less, made him the happiest man in the world. Now, His perfect pink troubadour garment had been torn, still clinging to him in tatters. A hole was torn in his lingerie to reveal his tight, pink backdoor and juicy feminine rear. All of that didn’t make him feel quite the man, especially as he got pushed into the sheets once again. 

They had already used his mouth, quite roughly at that. His blonde ringlets had too many split ends to count, and the thick taste of cum was still on Forrest’s glistening lips. He turned his head to its side, shifting against the sinfully soft bed. She could see Nina, hands pressed against the muscular, dark thighs of the foreign warrior, throatfucking her. Forrest had never seen her used so roughly. She loved his cute cock, always found new, inventive ways to make him cum. But seeing her utterly conquered and used as a toy… God. He should hate it. Even more than it would no doubt happen to him soon. 

“Nina… You brutes…” He half-whined, half-moaned. 

Forrest was forced to look away when his face was pressed to the sheets. What remained riding pants was pulled down roughly, enough to jiggle his fem bubble butt.

“No!” He moaned. “I’m a prince, and I don’t even like-”

The cock slid in his ass anyway, and Forest took it like a good bitch

“I want you to savor it.” A husky, spiced voice said, smacking his ass and rubbing it like it would grant wishes. 

“Oooh…” Forrest groaned, his perfectly mascaraed eyelids fluttering as that big black cock slid slowly in his hole. He could feel it all too well. Something dark, deeply buried inside him began to burble into his mind. It made him question things about his sexuality that he had never even begun to find the words for. But they had sped past the fumblings, the identity issues, the experiments, straight to the part that mattered.

Being fucked like a good girl. 

Instead of resisting, Forrest moaned, shifting into a more face-down, ass up position. In this position, he saw nothing, felt only the slams and ripples of his big,jigglingy, but taking more cock than he ever dreamed of. He couldn’t tell who was louder, him or Nina. 

Every slam inside made Forrest less sure of his manhood and more sure of how good being raped felt. He had experienced plenty of threats like that from bandits and twice as many catcalls. But he always repressed how good those threats made him feel. 

His ass jiggled like a girl, he moaned like a girl, so why not be his bitch?

“Oh God…” the forest groaned, cock twitching against the fine silk as this muscled black man had his way with the feminine boy.

All his life, he had tried to be a real man, but now Forrest knew how. Little of a man he was. The sounds of his sweet Nina getting plugged, the trembling of his owans? Mmm, that was all he was. Afailuren. A whore, a dolled-up cocksleeve for black men.

“Mmm, might take this one as my 'wife' if I need sons, there are plenty of holes back home for me to breed.”

Forest would love that. Harem silks. Shaking his fat ass for black men. It was bigger than half the girls he knew. Maybe they’d pass him around too.. fuck…

Forest opened his mouth wordlessly, gasping, spurting all over his royal sheets as he got smashed. It wasn’t like any other orgasm he’d ever had. Heat surged through his limp body, his hearing dulled, and his vision went white. All while he was still getting fucked and blacked. A few thrusts later, and his ass got flooded too, taking as much as a real womb could. Forrest couldn’t take it. He came again, howling lusty wet moans into the sheets. He fainted quickly right after, but that didn’t stop the next black man from mounting his reamy, well-used hole right after

Off to the side, Nina was delirious from her face getting fucked. Her spandex thief fit had been yanked and torn open, slick slit dribbling down her tits. Her scalp stings a bit from the tail pull of her braids. The black warrior’s veins throbbed from the grip, just as much as his throbbing cock in her throat.

She finally got some reprieve as the man pulled her away by the braid. A sticky strand of spit mixed with precum bridged the gap between his cockhead and her mouth. “Good slut. Let’s see how flexible you are.

At this point, Nina knew full well she didn’t have a choice in the matter. She was no stranger to cocks, she loved the look of them. Honestly, it had been disappointing that Forrest had such a small one, as much as she loved him. She would never admit this, but this sort of thing was exactly what she had been fantasizing about for years. Her boyfriend was getting railed by a stronger man., while she watched. Even better that she got to be a part of the debauchery. 

“Sure, stud. I want to watch my boyfriend get fucked, though.”

“Mm,m I can manage that.” He bellowed. Nina could barely suppress the man's smile as she shifted her position, enough that she could watch Forrest get plowed. Mmm… the sight alone was making her pussy drool down her thigh already. Forrest could barely make a sound now, other than soprano yelps as a thick black cock came inside him again, seconds later another mounted him, planting his right foot forward as he knelt, slamming in with an even more pleasurable position. 

Nina was brought back out of her fantasy with a squeeze on her ass. She was surprised, but not just as handsome with slight differences as the man she had been throatfucked by. 

“Twins?” She asked with some hope. When they nodded, Nina got even wetter. She kicked her leg up almost 90 degrees, resting it on the shoulder of the first twin.” That gave them nearly all the leverage. 

“Ruin my holes, boys.” She whined, imagining them getting sloppy, and perhaps even a bit touchy with each other. As befitting of twins, both men slammed into her at the same time, making her howl as her head craned back. One thrust in, well technically two, and she had already come her brains out. Her legs, her toned tummy, and her hips spasmed as the men began to thrust passionately inside her from the front and back.

She was taking it as hard as Forrest was, and the new acceptance of their new black masters made her mind wander to even more depraved fantasies than usual. Maybe the men would let them stay a couple. Or maybe they could roleplay her cucking Forrest just a bit. She would be with him all her life, for sure, but the prospect of them getting blacked together like this was too good to pass up, especially if she got to indulge her impish side doing it. 

Nina gasped as her pussy creamed around one cock, her asshole loosening against the thrusts of the other. Her toes were twisting and untwisting to the hectic, dreambeat of the twins fucking. God, it couldn’t get better than this… 

“Wai,t brother, I have an idea. Get her to the bed.” Nina had no idea what the idea detailed, but she didn’t resist one bit as they effortlessly carried her to the bed. She was disappointed as the first twin pulled out of her pussy, the other lying with his back against the bed. When she felt a second cock prod her ass, her heart skipped a beat. Her dreams were about to come true.

Nina came, for the second time in a few minutes, when the second cock entered her ass. She was being stretched out to an obscene degree, but one of her most unconventional fetishes had come true. Two dark cocks shoved in and out of her hot asshole at an uneven pace. It stretched her hole loose in a way that would no doubt change how she felt things, but every second, every thrust was worth it.

“God, I love it. I love this invasion! I love black cocks!” Nina yelled at the top of her lungs; she was truly having the time of her life amongst the conquerings and debaucheries. And no doubt the rest of Nohr was having this.

Nina couldn’t even feel anything other than the splash of her orgasm against her thighs by the time the two men came inside her. They came in unison. Filling her perky white ass filled with rope after a room of cum. Even as their orgasms slowly, they thrusted jerkily inside her. If it had been up her sticky twat she would have no doubt gotten pregnant. 

They dumped her on the bed, leaving the room to wash up. IT sounded as if a war horn was blown for a council. That left the two lovers splayed out on the bed together. 

“You looked beautiful, my love.” Forrest gasped. He looked different, more at peace with his insecurities than before. All thanks to this foreign invasion. 

“As do you, darling! Who knew we’d be blacked fuckmeat together!~”

“My king.” Musar’s thoughts were taken away from the too mystical beauties sucking his cock. Corrin, of course, one of his wives, but also her little handmaid. Not the maids, though he had sampled their tight pussies as well, but the draconian one, Lilith was her name. Cum oozed out of their tight pussies, he had taken Lilith’s virginity as well, with Corrin holding her hand and stroking her as her body struggled to take his length. Now they were both obedient little dragon bitches, taking turns licking and sucking his length and cockhead. 

“What is it, General Olu?” He asked, slightly annoyed. Even as he took his focus off the two women, they continued to serve and worship their king. General Olu had trained Musar himself; he would be the equivalent of Gunter, the one who had more or less raised Corrin. Though he was beginning to go silver, he was still as strong and capable a general as any. And Musar knew that, as composed as he could be, he still had a taste for beautiful, voluptuous women. 

“The preparations for an invasion of Hoshido are underway. Given their lack of strength compared to Nohr, it should be an easy thing to conquer them.”

“Good. I’ll stay in Nohr. I have a few heirs to breed. Though if you find the blue-haired dancer. You send her to me, untouched.” He heard a few more slurps than usual, clearly the sound of that excited his little Corrin. 

“Understood, sir,” Olu said. “I heard that Hoshido has a very beautiful queen. Do I have your permission to take her as my wife when we are successful?”

Musar laughed. “A mighty prize you’ve set for yourself. But yes. You can have her and as many girls as you wish. Just make sure to give the rabble to our men. I’ve heard good things about Hoshidan pussy.”

“Of course, sir. I’m sure the rumor is already spreading. And when I get my hands on that queen, her legs will spread soon after.”

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“Gllrk Glrrk Glrrk!” Henriette heard the lewd sounds even here, halfway across the hall. She may be a refined queen, but even she knew what activity made such sounds. She realized that, Sharena was a grown woman, and Henriette had her fun with quite a few guardsmen back in the day, but still. She couldn’t help but creak closer to the door.

Henriette was all too aware of the way her middle-age body jiggled as she tried to move quietly. Luckily even as ungainly as she felt, the door was half ajar, as if inviting guests to look, or at least hear the lewd sounds. 

Inside, she saw what she feared most. Her daughter was on her knees at the foot of the bed, bobbing up and down the cock of that black summoner friend of her and Alfonse. Well, it would be more apropos to say that Sharena’s long ponytail was used like a fucktoy, dragging her pretty face up and down his cock. Slick, silvery strands of saliva lathered the summoner’s black cock. She was in her cute bunny outfit, or had been. Henriette saw the leggings and the shirt (the one she thought a touch too revealing for her daughter) strewn on the floor, along with Kiran’s robe, his boxers. And… 

The clothes of lady Anna. 

As if on cue, Anna sauntered into view, evidently washed from the shower. She was bare naked, her wide hips and full breasts on display as she walked to stroke Sharena’s hair. Shimmering droplets of water trickled down the sluiced lines of her toned back, slowing when they crept over the soft rounding of her ass. Henriette noticed that with her hair down, Anna looked almost like a different person. 

“Mmm, I thought you would have been tired after cumming inside me, but no. I think I might have to make our little entourage bigger? That little hero gun of yours will come in handy for that, methinks.” 

If Kiran heard that, he only offered a grunt in response, he was too focused on facefucking Henriette’s daughter stupid. His muscles clenched in his bicep. Meanwhile, Sharena slobbered and gobbled up his cock.

“I’ve trained a little snowbunny slut it seems, who knew you’d become so fucking good at sucking cock?” Kiran gloated. He was fond of gloating. “Back in my world. Blonde little bunnies like you go crazy for black cock. Guess it’s no different here”

“Mmmmm-Mmmph!” Her daughter squealed. Henriette could see her hand sink between her legs and begin to frantically massage her soaked cunt. Henriette had to refrain from doing the very same thing. A heat was coursing through her like she hadn’t felt in a very long time. Her thighs shifted wetly together as she tried to fight the urge. 

Kiran pulled Sharena roughly off his cock to give her daughter a moment to breathe. Sharena gasped on raw air, her face sticky wet from the sloppy facefuck. Henriette couldn’t help but gasp as well. She covered her mouth in time, but, gods…

He was huge, glistening, utterly intimidating. The fact that a cock as big as Henriette’s forearm fit in Sharena’s throat was utterly shocking. Kiran began to smack that fat black mast against her daughter’s soft cheek.”

“I think it’s time you ride me, like a good little snowbunny.” Kiran groaned, before leaning back on the plush mattress, his cock standing tall like an onyx spire. 

Sharena bounced to the task. Her curvy hips and chest, the spitting image of a young Henriette, jiggled a little as she clambered over that towering black cock. Her small, white hand positioned Kiran’s cock so that the mushroom tip threatened to spear her tight little twat. And with a single drop, Sharena took that thick BBC. Her first, if Henriette had any guess. 

“Ahh… Oh gods…” Sharena groaned. Henriette was about to say the same thing. Sharena’s thighs were already quivering, her voice cracking against a looming orgasm. When Kiran sank his hands into Sharena’s soft thighs and thrusted up, she howled a lusty roar, before falling nearly limp against Kiran. Her pussy gushed all over Kiran, a sticky cream already clinging to his black cock.

Kiran had always been so sweet and mild-mannered around her. It shocked Henriette to the core to see how savage he fucked her daughter, the princess of the realm no less. His large, fingers dug dimples into the feminine, plush curve of Sharena’s ass as she bounced up and down his cock. Sharena’s ass and thighs rippled like fresh cream as Kiran half dragged her, half smashed her tight, white bunny pussy. The sloshy, sticky sound of their lovemaking was sinfully loud, making Henriette's own pussy drip in her panties. Anna knelt at the edge of the bed to make out with Kiran’s sack, lapping up all of the sticky residue that dripped down Kiran's cock. 

Henriette didn’t know how long she was standing there. She saw Sharena’s head snap back in a breathless howl, her body spasming as she came, but that hardly stopped Kiran’s ravishing. He was having his way with her, making sure that Sharena was well and truly ruined for any potential suitors in the future. Her pussy belonged to him now, and he would fuck her rough to remind her of that every time.

“Mmm… mmmh.. fuck… god I’m addicted to black studs now…” Anna groaned after a make out session with Kiran’s cock. She pulled away, red lipmarks on Kiran’s dark skin, before suddenly locking eyes with Henriette. 

Henriette froze, a cold rush running down her spine in contrast with her hot, wet pussy. Had she known she was standing there all this time? There was no similar shame on Anna’s face though. The proud, if miserly commander simply winked at Henriette, putting a finger to her sticky lips to shush the secret. 

Henriette could only offer an instinctive, shallow nod before she turned her and fled, trying not to make a sound. Even down the hall she could hear the ringing of their lovemaking. 

Through the throne room, past the hall of heroes, past the royal gardens, and up the tower. Henriette ran past it all, desperate to ignore any guards or people that could recognize her. She closed her door, tore off her clothes and fingerfucked herself senseless.

Gods… she felt like a schoolgirl. Her plump legs spread to better rub her clit and lips, playing with herself frantically, only rushing to get an orgasm out of things. She tried to imagine the many times she had sex with her husband. She had always loved how his song are felt around her. She loved how deep his voice was, and how kind he could be despite his usual gruffness. But his cock… well it couldn’t compare to what she just saw. When she thought of Kiran, her pussy grew hotter. Her fingerfucking grew more pleasurable as she rewound the sight of Sharon getting blacked. 

“Ohh… I’m sorry.” Henriette whined’ her frantic rubs staining the perfect sheets with flecks of drool. “Forgive your slutty mother...” 

Henriette couldn’t remember anything after cumming her brains out like that. She woke up in mid-morning, well past her routine, with a fresh pitcher of ice water on the nightstand. She blushed, realizing that a servant saw her in that sorry state. She put on a a fresh set of robes. The ones from Valentine’s would do. She wanted something airy and flowing given how tender her pussy felt as she put on her panties. And decided to have… a word with Kiran. 

When Henriette found Kiran, he was in the garden having tea with a bevy of pretty girls. Sharena as always led the party, sitting decidedly close to Kiran. Other than that though, it would have been impossible to imagine such a sweet bubbly girl bouncing wildly on black cock a mere night before. She looked as prim and proper as she ever had been. But Henriette knew what she saw. 

Sitting at the table were heroes from all sorts of realms near and far. Princess Fjorm attended, as did Lady Eirika of Renais. Hilda Goneril also smiled, playing with her hair, the twirl of her hand drawing the eye to her ample chest. Ivy sat there as well, shy but no less alluring.Henriette was surprised to find the sisters Thorr and Loki at the party as well. That was odd. They weren’t the type to have such dainty hobbies.

…Unless they weren’t there for tea. Perhaps they were there for something else…

Greetings everyone.” Henriette smiled, hoping that she wasn’t intruding too rudely. She wore her valentine's robes, minus the flower crown. It was breathable and easy to wear, but she only realized how much i thugged her curves when she felt Kiran eye fucking her behind a veil of cordiality. It made her feel ten years younger, when guards and princes alike would stare agape as she made her way through the palace. 

“I was wondering if I could speak to Kiran.” She smiled, but there was a hint of hidden ice under her tongue. 

“Oh, of course Miss Henriette.” Kiran smiled, a little too easily. His brazen confidence was attractive, she would admit but confidence could go too far, as it did last night.”

“Just make sure to come back in one piece!” Sharena said, to a litter of giggles. Henriette blushed. For a second she thought they were referring to her. The walk through the halls of Askr seemed to take ages. Henriette felt Kiran’s eyes glued to her ass as she walked. No matter how slow or dainty she tried to make her steps, she couldn’t help but feel her cheeks wobble and bounce enticingly. 

Henriette didn’t realize where she was taking him until the moment she reached her room. She blushed, realizing the implication of such a thing. What had she gotten herself into. 

Henriette suddenly felt a large hand grab a handful of her rear. She gasped aloud, moaning as the hand clenched slowly to seize a fistful of her big white booty. 

“Didn’t know you would be this forward, Miss Henriette.” Kiran laughed, his smooth cordiality was gone and back was the horny playboy. Henriette didn’t know if the fun Kiran was a facade or if her body had simply riled him up that much. She was ashamed to admit it but… The thought of arousing such a virile, younger man was something of a turn on.”

Henriette slapped his hand away, turning to glare at him. “What sort of oaf are you? To put your hands on a queen... I should execute you on the spot!” She spat, she realized she was looking at his chest, and what a broad muscly chest it was… She looked up to see that cocky smile. Pearly white teeth contrasting with his black skin. 

“C’mon now Queen. We both know you’re not here to give me a flower crown. Anna told me she saw you. Which only means you saw us.” 

Henriette’s blush flared. “Y-you… to put your hands on my daughter like that. To use her like a common whore. You have no idea how wrong that was for me to witness as a mother. You should be ashamed of yourself for ravishing a princess. Why I-”

“It was her idea.”

Henriette paused. “W-what?”

Kiran smiled, growing even more confident with himself. He wrapped an arm around Henriette’s waist and beckoned her into her room. Henriette, too stunned to refute, obliged. “Honestly. I thought the same as you at first. I mean, Sharena is a princess after all. And she’s the sister of Alfonse right. She’s gotta be off limits. But… you should have seen her Miss Henriette. Always asking me to go out with her, spending time with me. Dressing a bit more revealing with every tea date. Even a guy like me knows when a girl wants my big black cock. And I’ll admit. The thought of cute, innocent Shrena taking every inch of it was too good to pass up. 

Henriette gasped. She imagined the scene in lurid detail. Kiran’s muscled loom looming over Sharena as he slowly fed his cock in her royal virgin pussy. She’d grip the silk sheets like a lifeline as it spread open her tight hole, ruining it for any future Askran suitors. 

“There’s a saying in my homeworld.” Kiran whispered in her ear. His hand was on her ass again, but this time she didn’t push it away. “Once you go black, you never go back… That’s exactly what happened to Sharena. She’s addicted to it now, we’ve fucked in every part of the castle, I’ve used all her holes half a hundred times too. It wasn’t until lady Anna caught us in the training yard that Shrena made me fuck her. 

“Sh-sharena made you fuck Commander…” Henriette trailed off. “Yes, she was going to report it before Sharena whispered a few choice facts in her ear. I threw her a sack of coin, dropped my pants, and she became my whore.”

“Henriette looked at him, disbelieving, but she saw the truth gleaming in his eyes along with lust.” 

“So that little tea party…”

“All Sharena’s idea. I bet right now she’s spreading a little rumor about my big black cock. I think I’ll fuck that Trickster with the pornstar body. 

Gods… this was absurd. For one, Henriette didn’t know what a pornstar was, but from the way Kiran said it, she knew exactly what was implied. 

“Hmm… You’ve got quite the body too, Miss Henriette.” Kiran pulled his hand away, only to spank Henriette’s jiggly ass. She bit her lip and swallowed the slick moan in her mouth. Gods, why was she so turned on.

“What is it you want from me Kiran? SHeasked trying to sound somewhat threatening, but she felt lightheaded from her own dirty thoughts. She could feel her juices running down her thigh She hadn’t made love since Gustav’s death and even then it was slow and lacking passion. He was getting older after all. Kiran… he was a stud through and through. A big black stud that made her feel young again. 

“You… want to fuck me? The mother of your lover?” 

Kiran laughed, as if her question was the most obvious thing ever. 

“The sooner you get on that bed, Queen Henriette, the sooner you get every inch of my black cock.”

Henriette’s silk dress hit the floor, heart beating through her heaving tits as she crawled to the bed on all fours. By the goddess, she felt like a complete and utter whore. Here she was, getting ready to get fucked by a man half her age, her children’s age no less! But that cock… the way it had tasted on her lips. The way it made her sweet daughter moan and beg, gods it had been too long…

“Mmm… good. Never blacked a queen before. Hopefully I’ll like it as much as you will.” What an arrogant young man! To think that he has sweet talked Sharena and fucked Lady Anna stupid. Why-

“Kyaaah!” Henriette moaned against a smack to her wobbly white ass. The shock of it, as well as the feel of his large hand making a red mark, turned her on something fierce. She could feel her pussy get wet, dripping faintly against the silk.

“Mmm. You look so good, Henriette.” He grabbed her waist and kneaded the softness there, which made Henriette moan

She had gained some weight around her love handles since her prime, but she heard black men liked that. 

His cockhead alone was fatter than Gustav’s more than that, he was younger, and far more of a tease. His thick black mushroom tip teased her swollen lips and throbbing clit. He was clearly waiting for her to beg for it.

“Please, Kiran… fill up my pussy.” She whined. 

For a moment she thought he wouldn’t do it. For a disappointing second she thought he was all talk and no action. But then, with a slam of his hips, he thrust deep inside her.

“Gods!” Henriette groaned, her breasts swaying with the bucking motion. He was deep inside her, deeper than Gustav had ever been, stretching her wider than her lonely twat had ever been stretched. It was then that she knew that the rumors about Kiran and other  black men were true. They were bigger and better in every way.

Kiran pulled his black cock out of her in a sawing motion before slamming back in. This time, Henriette was prepared. She clenched her wet, experienced pussy until it squelched.  Whorishly, Henriette threw her hips back as best she could. The muscle memory of doing it with Gustav meant she couldn’t throw it back on his whole cock.

“Oh gods…” she gasped, embarrassed by how wet she sounded. In response Kiran smacked her ass, harder than before. Henriette’s knees buckled, nearly cumming as she fell to the bed. Her tits squished against her royal mattress. If she thought she’d get any reprieve, she was wrong.

Kiran pushed one hand forcefully against her back and held it there. The other held the rattling headboard as he slammed into her prone bone. His muscled form loomed over her, hips crashing and making her fat white ass jiggle.

“Fuck, you’re creaming all over my big black cock!” Kiran groaned as he fucked the shut outta her. He pressed his hot body against her to whisper “You were fucking built for it! Gah… Might have to give Askr a new royal.” 

“Gods…you savage…nnngh!” Henriette moaned just thinking of the scandal. As fair as she was, the child would surely be dark of skin. Everyone would know that the foreign summoner had fucked the queen.

“Do it!” Henriette groaned, balling up the sheets. Her pussy clung to his cock like she was still a young virgin princess, and she felt more aroused and fertile than she had in so, so many years! Ugh… She had never been brought this close to an orgasm so fast!

“Mmm… I should nut in your daughter too. Imagine how fucked up the family tree will get with a a black son and a black nephew…” Fuck…

Henriette came from the combination of her pussy getting pounded and her wild imagination. Imagining Sharena splayed out, leaking virile black cock was too much. Even as she came, nearly fainting, Kiran still fucked her jiggly white body into the mattress…

Her pussy clenched as hard as she screamed. It was all Kiran could do to force her face into a pillow. Even if he didn’t do that she would have seen white as she creamed and squirted all over his black cock. She heard a muffled groan, a final few powerful thrusts as his hips barrelled into her, and then he came inside her. hard.

Jet after jet of molten white cum filled her passage to flood her core. She squirmed weakly and submissively against his loins, if only to squeeze out every last drop. It felt as unending as his seed felt fertile. She felt as if her stomach was about to bulge with the intense copious release that came out of those black balls of his. Henriette was still wobbly and fuckdrunk, splayed on the bed when he turned her over. Her fluttering eyes caught the shadow of his cock looming over her, as he lifted her head a little by her hair. 

“Clean off my cock, bitch.” Henriette happily obliged, using all of her marriage experience to clean off her cock. 

For the rest of the day and well into the night, Kiran used Henriette like his whore. She had never felt so well loved carnally, or well used for that matter. He stretched her throat around his cock in her personal baths, Spread her cheeks to gape that pretty pink asshole over her desk, and made her scream her love of bhim and black cock over her royal balcony. 

At some point, Henriette fainted full on, too exhausted to continue. When she awoke, she heard a familiar voice moaning aloud, opening her eyes to Sharena riding Kiran's cock, kissing him slow and sloppy at the same time. Her legs were wrapped tight around Kiran’s waist, literally and figuratively begging for him to breed her. 

Henriette crept up on her daughter to steal a wet, motherly kiss from her. Full on the lips. Her daughter tasted as she swapped spit with their tongues dancing together for Onyx’ pleasure. 

“I must say, Sharena. You know how to find such fun friends…” She purred. 

“Haaah… I learned from the best…” Sharena smiled at least until her eyes rolled in a silent, spasming orgasm. Gods know how many orgasms she had. 

As she fell limp in Onyx arms, Henriette clambered onto the bed, laying on her back and spreading her legs, giving Kiran a full view of her soft, MILFY stomach and her big, suckable breasts. Breed me with that black cock… Darling…” She whined. Kiran was on her, her whines turning to ragged satisfied moans for the rest of the night…