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As a footsoldier, you normally wouldn’t have many chances to consort with the commanders of your army, but being part of the small group that you are, getting to talk with the big shots is pretty easy. Celica is always willing to listen to your words, and Saber might beat your ass in training every time, but he never refuses to teach you more when you come back.
However, you’re not interested in either of them. You consider them great people, and you genuinely believe in Celica’s cause, but ever since you met Catria, you haven’t been able to take your eyes off her. She’s just… There’s something about her that makes you unable to think of anyone else as the object of your affection and desire. So graceful, so dutiful, so strong… So stoic, and yet very much caring, you’ve seen.
Being a soldier, you’re either brave, stupid, or both, so of course you decided to try to court her. She might as well be nobility compared to you, but that didn’t deter you. Of course, there’s a chance you’re stupid, but you won’t pass on the chance to get more information to do so from the best sources available.
And those are Palla and Est, obviously. And they’re very much willing to help you. You still remember the face Palla made when you first told her what you wanted.
You’re just smitten with her, aren’t you?
And Est did say something of the sort too, but in her own much more playful way. Still, they helped you. Catria is a hard worker, and the best way to become a close acquaintance and then a friend of hers was to join her in her morning training sessions, starting earlier than everyone else and training even when they had to march first thing that very same day.
So you buckled up and started waking up at the times the older and younger sisters told you, and little by little, you managed to become Catria’s partner and friend. Yeah, she found your sudden appearance weird at first, and you’ve served as a mere sandbag for a while now, considering the gap in your abilities, but she’s made it clear that she appreciates having a training partner. But even in training, she never lets a single opening go unpunished, and before long you’re always carrying some bruise or another on your face every day, leading the other guys to tease you for your ‘abusive girlfriend.’
Just like now. “Ghhaaa…!”
You fall on your back, the smack of Catria’s spear on your forehead immediately leaving a bump on it. You’re disoriented for a few seconds, but her voice guides you back to looking at her beautiful face. “You’re getting better, Partner. Still a long way to go, though.”
She offers you her hand, and you take it, getting up as you rub your head with your other hand. “You’re as ruthless as always, eh?”
“Just as the enemy will be. I want you to stay alive.” She says matter-of-factly, making your damn heart beat even faster than when you were sparring with her. You take a deep breath before pushing your hand into your satchel. “Hey, so I got something for you. You lost your headband the other day, so I thought…”
You pull your hand out, offering her a white piece of cloth with golden borders, almost exactly like the one she used to wear until the last big skirmish you fought in. “…That maybe you’d like this. I had it made to be like yours. I know it isn’t quite the same, but hey… It’s something, I think.”
Catria looks at your hand, the cloth hanging from it, and you can see her cheeks color ever so slightly. And she does take it, smiling softly for just a single second. So you take the chance, taking a small step closer just like always. “Hey, Catria, how about we…”
“No. I… Listen, I appreciate your company, and your gifts, and even… Even your attention, but…” And just like every time, here it comes. Just like every single damn time, even though you’ve been at it for months. “But I’m not interested in having a relationship.”
And just like every time, your chest hurts, and your blood cools. “Yeah… I’m sorry.”
Catria’s face is conflicted, but she doesn’t seem like she’ll press or elaborate further. Instead, she lifts her spear. “Be on your guard, Partner. We still have one more before the day really starts.”
You can see that she’s more confused about it than she lets on, having learned to read through her stoicism after all the time that you’ve known her. At least she still calls you partner, so you’ll treasure that at least. And hey, tomorrow is a new day, so maybe you can find another gift and try to invite her again. You’re a resilient man, and you’re already bouncing back from it. Though you’ve gifted her just about everything by this point, maybe you’ll have to ask for some more advice. Maybe, just maybe, with some luck, she'll eventually see reason. You hope.
Catria ties the new headband, giving a small smile before she jumps. “Final round!”
At the tavern of this small town, Celica’s army rests after a day of training and preparation. The scouts have determined that the place is small enough that they can rest here for a couple of days, which affords the soldiers some more freedom than usual.
So they drank, of course, splitting off into different small groups and sharing their gossip or training tips, or whatever came to mind. And of course, the Whitewing Sisters sat together at a table near the corner of the small establishment, talking about Catria’s recent situation.
“He’s not even ugly!” Est grilled Catria as she looked at her sisters with a confused face, holding a mug of alcohol in one hand. And Palla came next. “Mmhm. I’d even say he’s rather handsome, even if in a rough kind of way. But besides that, he’s a thoughtful man too…”
“Yeah!” Est followed, determined not to let Catria get a word in edgewise. “Just look at what he gave you. You lost your headband, so he took the time to find a good seamster that could copy it as accurately as he remembered it!”
“And he remembered it very well, looking at it. He must think of you every single hour, Catria.” Palla finishes Est’s train of thought before taking a sip of her drink. Catria blinked, the two other women looking at her. “…What?”
“How haven’t you hooked up with him already?” Est asks her, her hands balled into fists over the table. “If I had a guy like him after me, I would’ve at least given him a kiss or two even if I didn’t want a serious relationship just yet…!”
“E-Est? Are you serious?” Catria asked her, one of her eyelids twitching slightly at the thought of her sister giving a kiss to her ‘Partner’ that she had come to appreciate so. And Palla was of the same mind. “A man like that doesn’t appear in your life every day, Catria. He’s not weak at all, he’s thoughtful, he’s handsome, he’s a hard worker, he’s clearly smitten for you, and eager to prove his worth.… Letting him go would be a mistake.”
“Yep. What else could you be looking for in a man, sister?” Est asked, puffing her cheeks.
“A mistake…?” Catria repeats, looking down at the bubbles on her drink, silently popping every second, reminding her of every fleeting feeling of affection for that man that had gone by, all the chances that she didn’t take. And yet still something gnawed at her mind. “But I…”
Both sisters could see it in her blue eyes. And while Est frowned, Palla smiled softly, extending a hand and placing it on Catria’s shoulder. “Catria… You cannot still be hung up on Marth.”
“A-Am I?” She asked genuinely, confused. And Est grumbled. “Yes. Yes, you are. It’s obvious.”
“Heeh, be a bit kinder to your sister, Est…” Palla spoke gently as she fixed some of Catria’s hair before caressing her head. “Now’s when I have to be a good big sister and chastise you, Catria… Marth is in a faraway land, and he’s bound by a duty and destiny that doesn’t include you…”
Catria looked like she could cry, but she knows that very well already. “And you’ve known it since the first time you saw him. He was already engaged to the princess of Talys from the start. I’m not asking you to settle for a lesser man, Catria… I know very well you don’t see him that way. I know you like him, and you need to let go already…”
Palla looked on as Catria stared blankly at her and decided to lighten the mood. “Besides, you might have some great compatibility in bed for all you know~.”
“W-What?!” Catria suddenly shouted before hiding her face behind her drink. But seeing her flustered like that only made Palla’s slightly mischievous side decide to show up. “Oh, and the walls of our house are thin, and you’ve been making a lot of noise recently at night, Catria~.”
“Ghuuh?!” She choked on her drink, spitting all over the table as Est laughed, before deciding to pile on her poor sister too. “Yeah! Also, you need to do it with someone already, or your ovaries might dry up before you can even use them!!”
Catria couldn’t even finish clearing her throat with some water before Est’s comment made her spit it all out again, both of her sisters laughing at her expense. Catria looked aside, wanting to avoid her sisters’ gazes, only for it to end on the man himself, sitting on the other side of the tavern along with some of the other men, with Kamui, Jesse and Valbar strongly slapping his back as they probably teased him about the last rejection that he suffered from her.
And yet he still seems to power through it, pushing them back as he smiles with bravado, still putting up that facade of his to try and convince himself that he wasn’t too broken up about it. And among the guys, now that he’s out of his armor, Catria can’t help but stare at his masculine body, bigger and stronger than Kamui’s but without being a beefcake made for heavy armor like Valbar. Catria swallowed saliva unconsciously, her mind starting to spin as she watched him, the words of her sisters once more tormenting her mind.
She knows he does like him, and wants more from this. And all they said about Marth was true. He’s a good man, but he simply doesn’t love her and has other commitments. And besides the noble status, it’s not like she’s downgrading if she gets on with her new Partner…
“I see you’re thinking it, Catria…” Palla teased her sister with an easy smile that was both gentle and smug at the same time.
“Heehee, you’re almost there!” Est laughed as Catria groaned, feeling her heart beat faster and faster while the space between her legs felt as hot as it could be. She was really thinking about it.
“Waitress, more alcohol,” Catria said as the serving girl passed near her table, having decided on something.
But she would need some liquid courage first to see it through, of course.
You walk slowly, half drunk, getting right towards the little house you were assigned to stay in during the army’s stay in this town. Very small, but it’s all for yourself, so that makes things easier in a way. Or at least you thought it was all for yourself, because as you get there, someone is waiting for you at the door, back pressed to the wall and looking around. “Partner…”
“C-Catria?” You slur out her name in your drunken state as you walk closer, watching her stand upright and almost stumble, telling you that she’s even drunker than you are. “Yesh… Listen, come here…”
You feel that she’s probably telling you to move yourself because if she tries to walk, she’s liable to just fall over, but you’re not going to say that. So you take a few steps forward until you’re right in front of her, standing just taller than her and looking down. And she throws her hands up, clasping your shoulders and spinning you around, pressing you to the wall. “Listen, hey, I… I’m not ready for a relationship, but I’m down to have sex with you, Partner…”
She blushes brightly, her legs clearly shaking as she holds onto you, her blue eyes falling from your face to glue themselves to your chest, but something about the sight makes her just look right back at your face, your attractiveness apparently doing things to her, the bruise she put on your forehead this morning notwithstanding.
In any case, you stare at her, dumbfounded by what she just said. But she doesn’t crack, pull back, or show any signs of regretting it. You can see it in her eyes. Even though she’s nervous, her alcohol-fogged mind probably thinks this is the best solution. That this will provoke no emotional baggage, even though it will do so a hundred percent. That this is just a way to sort through her feelings while she remains in control.
You’re swept in a whirlwind of activity as Catria gets all over you, your house being opened and closed in seconds, and before you notice, you’re already lying on your bed, with her sitting on top of your lap as she pins you down with her hands, your arms pressed to the mattress. You have no time to admire Catria’s body; she’s curtailing your sight by getting close enough to whisper in your ear. “Make sure you keep up, or I might devour you completely…!”
Last night was incredible, but it made you realize something.
You have to claim Catria as yours. Right here, right now, or you might never get the chance to do so again.
“W-Wha-?!” Catria whines as you suddenly corner her against the wall when she gets up from the bed. Her body is dirty with sweat and your dried semen, but her pussy isn’t letting even a single drop out. Because she didn’t allow you to put any inside, but today you’ll make sure to do it.
You kiss every corner of her face as she weakly pushes back against you, her legs shaking from the excitement of you doing this to her. Last night she was the one in control, but this morning you’ll be the one to take the lead and show her just why you’re the best option she’ll ever have. And if you aren’t, then you’ll become it. “Ghhh, hell, I want to fuck you so much…! I love you, Catria…! I love you, I love you…!”
She’s starting to get overwhelmed by your intensity, the look in her blue eyes showing both lust and confusion at your sudden change in attitude. And then they cross once you start kissing her neck while you touch her reddened pussy, slightly swollen after all you two put it through the night before.
“P-P-P-Partner…??!!” Catria half-cried as you attacked her pussy with your thick, calloused fingers, spreading it open and rubbing her sensitive clit with the tip of your fingernail, squishing it against her body and getting her quaking just a bit more.
“I want to win you over while we’re both sober, Catria… I’ll show you how much a fucking want you…!” You growl under your breath as your other hand gropes her perky breasts, squishing them and rubbing her nipples to get more and more of those embarrassing sounds out of her that you really came to enjoy last night. She let them out without shame when she was on top, but now that you have her against the wall, she’s all embarrassed by them, and damn if it isn’t cute seeing Catria like this. The always composed soldier and partner, now blushing and moaning… You’d have paid to see this. And in a way, you kind of did, all things considered.
“B-But I…!” Her moan comes out as you slip one finger into her hole and easily find out a sensitive spot that you exploit for all that it’s worth, making her practically dance on your single finger while you keep on teasing her clit out the outside, the feeling of your teeth in her sensitive neck making her cling to you with her arms in an attempt to not lose her footing and fall down. It was as cute as it was sexy, her back bending forward to press her pussy against your finger even more, making it go as deep as it can as Catria keeps on moaning, the look in her eyes torn between wanting to tell you to stop and adding more fingers.
But of course, you’re the one in control now, not her, so more fingers it is.
“Oh, hhoohhh!!!” She cries out, her legs finally giving as you wrap one arm around her back and lift her in the air while still fingering her, her legs locking behind your back too, drops of her juices deliciously sprinkling down on the wooden floor of the very small house, and now she’s moaning in your ear to boot. You’re so damn happy that you persisted through it all, courting and wooing and giving her gifts and accompanying her every single damn time until she finally decided to do what she did last night. And drunkenness only brings out what’s already there, you think.
“Catria, I love you…” You keep growling quietly as you make a mess out of her pussy, fingerfucking her sensitized cunt with all of the strength and skill you can muster until she’s babbling nonsense in your ear, about how good she’s feeling, how much she likes it, and how much she wants you to put her down even though she only clings harder to you every second, your arm being squished between her breasts as your hand keeps playing with her womanhood.
“Ah, ahhh, ahhh…!!! Y-You…!!” She hits you on the back a few times with her fists, her half-hearted slams doing absolutely nothing to hurt you as you practically bounce her on your fingers, pushing them as deep as they can go and scratching and scraping her sensitive walls until you can feel her tears on your shoulder.
“Hnnnghhh…!!” And then you can feel her teeth sinking into your skin and flesh, biting down hard as her fingernails dig into your back too as the intensity of it overwhelms her and gets her cumming, her cries muffled only by the bite as her sopping and clenching pussy squirts all over your hand and the floor, drenching it with her delicious goodness and making you wish that you had just drunk it instead of letting it go to waste like this. Maybe it’s too perverted a thought, but that’s the way you feel about it, honestly. After all, seeing the always-composed Catria become such a mess by your own hand is a simply divine feeling.
You’ve finally cracked that facade and gotten to the soft center, and that feels simply amazing. “P-Partner…”
And even though she was clamoring for you to let her go, she still calls you by this nickname that you know became affectionate long ago, instead of just a way of keeping her distance from you. Now it’s a sign of how much she likes you, and you can’t love it more.
Slowly, you walk towards the bed again, stained with mostly dried bodily juices, and set Catria down on it, her head resting on the pillow. She looks at you, her face flushed bright red and her stoic eyes practically showing the hearts on them as she looks at you. They scan you, analyze you, and you can just see what she’s thinking even with that feigned poker face of hers, especially when she sets her gaze down on your cock. But then she just says it outright. “Y-You’re even bigger than yesterday…”
You really are. As if being in control makes you get even hornier for her, and your body responds in kind. Maybe it’s too big a perversion, but you don’t really mind. It’ll only make it better for both you and her. “That only means I’ll have to stretch you some more so you can take me in better, doesn’t it…?”
“W-Wh—Ah!!” You don’t let her finish saying even a single word before you slam your middle and ring fingers inside of her wet pussy and start stirring her up inside even harder than before, the lying position making it even easier for you. And as if confirming that all of her earlier complaining was for show, her legs just part and pull up on their own, giving you even easier access to her hole. And you can’t help but allow yourself to give her a shit-eating grin as you look at her face, looking so embarrassed that she could just die, but she genuinely can’t resist it, you know. For being so reserved socially and skilled in combat, Catria’s desires are more intense than anyone would ever really expect. And they’re all yours now to both provoke and sate.
“Ohhh, p-please…!!” Catria cries out as your other hand rubs slow circles on her lower belly. “D-Don’t…!!”
“Oh, I think I’ll keep going. You like it so much, after all…!” You disregard her words and listen to her body, pressing your hand down on her belly and squishing her baby oven from the outside as you curl your fingers inside of her hole, giving her a pleasure that she didn’t feel even with your previous fingering. She might be a better combatant, but you’re just stronger than her, so she doesn’t even try to throw you off to keep up appearances. No, her hands grip the edges of the pillow below her head as if to busy herself with something, anything. Anything that could make it look like she was trying to resist, even though she damn loves what you’re doing to her.
“Come on, stop clenching your teeth so much. Let me hear you, Catria…” You whisper as you scratch her sensitive spots with your fingernails while she shakes on the bed. “N-No…!!”
You smirk. You’ll just have to make her. “Ah, AHHHHH!!!”
Her screams inundate the room as you suddenly start fingerfucking her with all of your strength, your palm slapping to her clit at the same time that you torment every last corner of her passage with your fingers, stirring her inside a the same time that you keep on pressing from the outside, the circular motions of your womb massage surely getting her precious organ to start preparing itself to receive everything that it was denied yesterday, greedily sucking your cum until it can’t hold even one single drop more. And when the time comes, you’ll make sure to fill it up so much that it won’t need your cum again for a long, long time.
But you’ll get to that when it comes to that. For now, Catria’s orgasm is quickly approaching; every rough caress of your fingers in her sensitive insides, tightened by your massage, gets her closer and closer by the second. And she grips the pillow and pulls it off from under her head, before pressing it to her face and covering her eyes, not wanting you to look at the way they express everything that she’s trying to hide from you… But she keeps her mouth uncovered, fulfilling your earlier request and letting you hear every single one of her delicious screams of pleasure without any reservation.
“Ahh, hhaaaah, NHHYYAAAAHH!!” She lets it all out as her pussy does the same, drenching the bed once more with her juices and making a complete mess out of it just like the night before. And once more you feel it’s such a waste, not being able to drink and savor it all… So you decide to not give her even a second of rest, and as soon as she’s done cumming, you slip down and press your face between her legs, immediately inserting your tongue in her passage to the very base while you bury your nose in her fragrant, deep blue pubes, the smell of her absolutely concentrated in them to make you lose your mind as you start eating her out, licking like a thirst dog and making her wriggle this way and that because of pleasurable sensation. You didn’t get to do this last night, with her in control.
But now, you’re the one calling the shots, and she’ll know that if she becomes all yours, you’ll make her feel this good every single day of your life, worshipping her womanhood with your hands and tongue until she’s cumming like one of those fancy faucets you’ve seen in luxurious palaces.
But this was much more beautiful than any marble bath you’ve seen. No, this is simply the best, just because it’s Catria. So you’ll keep making her feel good until she can’t move anymore, and she’s able to express her feelings for you without you having to force them from her. Until she accepts that you’re more than just her partner. Palla and Est told you as much, and you’re sure that with just some more pushing, not only will her body say it, but her mouth too. And it’ll be the best thing; you just know it.
“Ghhhhhuuuuhh…!!!” She tries to hold back her cries only for them to come out even more obscene than before, the pillow on her face as her hands grab at your hair, but all she does is pull you towards her, squishing her outer lips and letting you wriggle your tongue even deeper inside of her, getting her crying out louder and louder. Good thing the sun isn’t even out, so you two won’t be alerting anyone to your activities. You don’t particularly care for yourself, but you wouldn’t like for other people to hear Catria crying out like a whore while you tonguefuck her hole. Those sounds are all yours and only yours to hear, after all.
“Ohhh, hhhuuuohh, y-you…!! P-Please…!!” Her voice keeps coming out, and she keeps begging. But she won’t say what’s she’s begging for, only her body will express it, what with her legs wrapping behind your head and pressing you harder into her, your nose breathing in more and more of the fragrant scent of hers while you punish every single one of those sensitive spots of hers that you know perfectly well already, having hit them with your hands and cock before. And you exploit them for all they’re worth, pressing and prodding them with the tip of your tongue, drawing shapes upon them as Catria makes your head hurt with her hair-pulling and the way she tightens her legs around it, but you don’t desist, keeping on eating her out until she can’t resist it anymore, her oversensitive pussy making her cum right on your face.
“Nnhhooooouuhh!!!” She cries out loudly and clearly as she cums all over your face, drenching it with her juices, which you drink up without any shame, slurping the inside and outside of her pussy to lengthen and intensify this orgasm until it overwhelms her fully, her body suddenly falling limp as her legs disentangle from your head and her hands let go of your hair. The pillow falls back, letting you look at her eyes, rolled back into her skull from the pleasure, and you can’t help but feel a bit proud of yourself.
Still, you’re not done. Hell, you’re not even close to done. You get on top of her, pressing your hard cock on her loosened slit as you embrace and kiss her neck and then her cheek, watching her slowly regain her bearings after the massive orgasm you just inflicted on her. “H-How…?”
You grin, an almost burlesque face as you pull your hips back and grind on her pussy, squishing her clit and making her let out a sweet sigh of pleasure. “I’m afraid I have to throw your own lesson right back at you, Catria…”
She looks confused for a moment, even through the pleasure, especially as you pull back and press your cock at her hole, the rhythmically contracting entrance trying to draw you in on its own already. You lean close to her ear, your hot breath making her tremble in anticipation. “Never let a single opening go unpunished, Catria…”
An uncharacteristically shrill cry fills the small house as you start pushing your meat inside of Catria, her pussy expanding and stretching to take in your thick cock, your hips pushing forward against her unconscious resistance and spreading her wide until you’re hilted inside of her, swollen tip pressed to her womb and rivulets of her juices flowing down her skin to stain the bed even more under her.
And when you pull back to look at her face and she gives you that look that is somewhere between her unperturbed face and one completely lost in a mire of pleasure, you can’t help but kiss her, gripping her head from the sides with your hands until her blue hair is spilling between your fingers and slipping your tongue inside of her mouth to fight with hers, quickly winning out and establishing your dominance while her hands scrabble on your back, desperate to take hold on you once more even if she isn’t at risk of falling anymore. No, she just wants to be closer. To hold you tight.
“Oh, oh, ohh, hooo…!! I-It feels even better than last night…!!” Catria admits In a loud cry as you start fucking her, moving at a brisk pace, pulling back and pushing in her pussy that allows every move from you without any difficulty, your manhood slipping in all the way until her cervix is kissing your tip, latching onto it as if not wanting to let it go before you strongly pull back, making it sadly have to let you go again, yet left with the promise that it will feel that painful pleasure once more just a second later after you pull out halfway, scraping those same sensitive spots that you attacked earlier, exploiting them for all that they’re worth to make Catria become a sloppy mess. “I-I can’t, it’s too much…!! Partner, partner!!!”
Just a few thrusts and she’s cumming already… She hasn’t stopped cumming ever since you had her against the wall, and each orgasm only makes her reach the next one even easier than before, her pussy exploding with her pleasure nectar as you inundate it with pure, unending pleasure, slamming into her and making her breasts bounce and her flesh ripple. And she looks at you, her blue eyes managing to focus on you even dazed and confused as she is, and you can just see in them just how fucking much she’s enjoying being fucked like this by you. Last night was nothing in comparison to this. She’s too reserved to be leading, while your passions soar much more powerfully, letting her get swept in them and try to match your energy, making for much, much better sex than that.
She could get addicted to this, and you too, for that matter, her hole hugging you and milking your cock harder than any other you’ve ever had in your life. And after this one, you want no other either. It’s just perfect, molded to your shape already and able to take your big cock after all that stretching that didn’t feel like busywork for you even though you didn’t get even a single lick of release.
No, all that did was fill up your balls with enough cum to impregnate Catria ten times over, and very, very soon, you’ll dump it all in that fertile womb of hers and make sure that she will never, ever think of leaving you. Though you already know she won’t. The things she said while drunk confirmed a few things for you. And all of them only tell you that you have to tie down Catria already.
“I love you, I fucking love you, Catria…” You growl in her ear, your thrusting unending as she keeps riding her orgasm, her face contorting in pleasure and telling you that she would never stop enjoying having sex with you, your compatibility simply over the clouds, so much that not even Duma or Mila themselves could pull you out of her if they tried, if they’d forgive your blasphemy. But you love this woman too damn much to care about propriety at this moment; you just want to breed, breed, and breed. To pump her full of your children and make her your wife once the war is over and Valentia is safe.
“Partner…” She murmurs as you slow down, changing your grip on her to grab her wide hips, fingers sinking into the soft flesh. You look at her, her eyes clear. And you decided to make your intentions completely known, to lay it all out for her to understand clearly. “Catria… I’m ready to see this through. I’m going to fuck you, and I’m going to knock you up with my kids…”
You stop for a moment, letting your words sink in before continuing. “If you’re not ready… You have to tell me now. Last chance.”
She falls silent, looking at you with hearts in her eyes. And not a single word leaves her mouth… But she smiles as she wraps her legs behind your back, locking them tight and letting you know of her final decision.
All that pushback for months and months, only for one single fuck to convince her that you’re the perfect man for her to have children with. How fickle women are, but you wouldn’t change Catria for any other woman in the world.
“Ahhhnn~” She loudly moans as you lean forward and plant your feet on the bed, her back bending as you put her in a mating press, ready to really breed her the way Mila envisioned. And then you go on the full offensive, even harder than you did before, if that’s even possible, positively slamming Catria down on the bed as you fuck her as fast as you’re able to, your backed-up balls swinging up hard enough to hit your own backside before crashing on Catria’s shapely, perky ass, making it ripple just a bit more together with the slam of the rest of your body against hers, crashing down on the whole of her form as you scrape her insides to the very last nook and cranny, battering her womb with your tip and giving it kiss after brutal kiss that has her screaming out in pure pleasure. “Like that!! JUST LIKE THAT!!”
You pin her down with your arms, wrapping them around her and dominantly kissing her once more. And she responds just as intensely, your tongue-tangle so sloppy that they’re more often out of your mouths than in, and you don’t care even a little bit, the wild expression of your love only making you slam even harder into her all while her pussy clings to your cock so strongly that her flesh stretches every time you pull back, unable to keep you all inside, only to be all bunched up when you thrust in once more. “I love it!! I love you, Partneeeeer!!”
Catria cries out into your mouth as she cums one more time, her hot pussy clamping down on your cock hard enough to milk it with a vise-tight hold that makes you finally lose it, all the stimulation you gave to her finally being returned to you, making you cum like you never have before in your entire life, all while your energy-filled body can’t stop fucking Catria through the whole of your joint orgasm, the old bed creaking and slamming against the walls of the small house, your pleasure only growing and growing as you dump the whole of your huge load right in her fertile womb and make absolutely sure that she’s nice and pregnant with your child. Or children, even.
“Ah!” And then it finally happens. Your intensity breaks the bed and makes it fall, but that doesn’t manage to make you slip out of Catria, only getting you to slam her womb with your cock one last time as your orgasm finally ends.
You fall silent along with her for a few moments, just looking at each other blankly after everything that happened. Your cock’s still buried in her, hard and throbbing. And she speaks first. “You’re not done… After the first round… Are you, Partner…?”
No, you always went on many sessions of sparring in the early morning, and if this were to take its place today… Then you have a job to do.
“Now way in hell…!”
Catria refused to tell Palla and Est anything about her relationship with that one footsoldier, but for the next couple of days, they were seen together even more often than usual, which let them know that they had very much succeeded in their job. But Palla didn’t know how much until a couple of days had passed, when she returned home late at night from the Tavern.
“Heehee… I’m falling ashleep on my feeeeet…” Est murmured drunkenly as Palla returned her to her room in the house she shares with her and Catria, and the youngest sister immediately fell asleep, leaving Palla to stretch and sigh before getting out of her sister’s room and closing the door behind her.
She started moving towards her room, the one in the middle of Est and Catria’s room, but when she was about to open the door, a certain sound reached her ears. Or sounds rather. Slams, creaks, squelches, cries… And words.
Harder, HARDER!!
Unable to resist her curiosity, Palla immediately headed towards Catria’s room and opened the door just enough to peek inside, only to see her sister being positively cratered on the bed by the young soldier that she had gotten together with, his body crashing against hers as they fuck like complete beasts.
She immediately closed the door and practically ran to her room, closing the door behind her and pressing her back to it. “Ohhh…”
And then the images came, imagining herself in Catria’s place, being absolutely destroyed by a big, strong man like none she’d been able to find through her life, one that could carry and bend and twist her to his will and make her do anything he wanted, all the way through to being his dear wife and carrying his children.
The image and thoughts both terrified and excited her, her hands snaking on her thighs as she whispered to herself in the dark. “I wonder if Catria would let me borrow him for a night or two…?”