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“You’re acting even more brazen today, Princess…I thought you were reared better than that,” the old knight-made-king sternly admonished the eager, busty blonde who bounced atop his lap. She squealed and squirmed as the old, disused chamber of the former King of Nohr found purpose, if only for a single night. A night where the youngest of the late Garon’s children found herself on her back on the very bed she was conceived upon. And youngest though she may always be, she was far from young now.
Her bare body, aglow with sweat as she writhed and squirmed atop him with vigorous and needy strokes. Swollen breasts, though no longer laden with babe’s milk, still contained their voluminous growth that had her near a match for her endowed older sister. Day by day she found herself blessed with a gradual change that made her curves emulate the High Princess as her body blossomed and flourished freely. Already, his hands sunk into her supple flesh while he gripped her back and butt as his rigid lance churned inside her.
S-Sorry, Lo-ooooooh-rd Gunter,” Princess Elise mumbled with her eyes still rolled back as her hips greedily milked her sister’s husband. The smooth band of Vallite Queen Corrin’s wedding ring on his finger scraped against the youngest princess as she got her fill of the old knight’s prowess. Even in the dark, he could see the glint of its silver light courtesy of the full mirror that exposed both her young back and his aged form to him. Time’s slow grip on his body seemed to have crawled or stilled as she writhed and reveled against a steely-hard body many years her senior. And yet the devastating and vigorous display may as well have come from a man halved his age and still twice upon hers.
The old King growled as he looked into her eyes -sharpened to a beautiful edge, yet still awash in a childlike wonder and glow. It made her quite popular among the renewed and reinvigorated people of Valla who enjoyed life under the reign of King Xander and the counsel of his wise and just siblings. While the Crown Princess was of course the finest, there could be no argument that her only equal was her little sister. And unbeknownst to any would-be suitor or dreamer, the two jewels of Nohr were already taken for - by the King of Valla himself.
“You’re no more a child, princess- you need to accept responsibility for your tresspasses,” Gunter warned her as his fingers dug into her body. The words - though made in threat - were like a sweet invitation as she slumped forward and compressed her large bosom against his bare, muscular body. Her arms looped around his shoulders as she looked the old knight eye-to-eye with a flushed, yet devious expression.
“A-And if i refu-oooooooooh-se?” Elise grinned and shook herself down on his crotch. He sighed even as her tits jiggled in his gaze before he seized both her hips. “A-Aaah?!”
“Regrettable. You seem to assume you’ve a choice in this matter,” the old knight-turned-lord lamented before he pulled the blonde up until his tip was all that remained in her tight wet pussy. The absence of his girth and the gyrations made her whine and squirm as she tried to push herself back down his shaft. Her hands left his shoulders and instead pried at his palms on her sides with little avail. Errant locks cascaded down before her eyes while she whimpered and whined.
“P-please, Lord Gunter - pleeeease,” Elise begged him between pants and moans. A part of his steely, silver-coated heart twitched at her plight before the rest of his disciplined body and mind held fast. He ignored the hypnotic heft of her heaving bosom as he looked her right in her desperate, half-lidded eyes.
“You know what you must do, Princess Elise,” he told her as she stayed suspended at his cock tip. A little nudge up that exposed his glans to the cold chamber air was all the warning he needed against her before she gasped out her reply.
“O-Okay, okay!”
Gunter pushed her back down to cover his crown in full while he awaited the youngest princesses of his entourage’s decree. Her chest heaved as she sucked down deep, needy gulps of air. The nails on his palms were a minor distraction while he held her firm and awaited her next words. Slowly, she rose her head…and surrendered. “I…I want you to fuck me, Sir. Knight,” she begged him
“How badly, little princess?” he asked her without a skipped beat. He showed no ire or wrath at his ‘lesser’ title of ‘Knight’ as opposed to ‘King’. If anything, it made his dick throb as he was reminded just how long and worthwhile this plan had been. Long before the days of sitting upon the throne of Valla, when he was simply resigned to the service of Nohr’s wicked despot instead. And here he was with Garon’s youngest daughter pinned beneath him as she begged to defile her bloodline further. His hands slacked only enough to let her rock her pussy back and forth atop his cock without letting her slip down even the slightest bit.
“S-So much - please, fuck me until I can’t move!” Elise pleaded and wailed as she rocked herself atop him. He ignored the reflection of her rear from the mirror and kept his eyes up on her as tears welled and spit dribbled from her lip.
“For what purpose?” he demanded as he dug his hands into her hips. The sudden attack made her gasp and arch back as more of her chest flew into his face. Little hills that had blossomed to mountains which rivaled her sister’s legendary twin peaks. “Tell me, Princess Elise!”
“T-T-To give Elias a little brother or sisTEEEEEER!”
Her wish - her desires - rang clear as day through the darkened chambers as her voice rattled off the walls. Only after the last syllable had faded beneath the constant flurry of pants and whines did he finally see fit to oblige her request. Slowly, and with agonizingly intimate detail, he pulled her down his copious cock. She shivered and mewled at every vein until her globulous cheeks rubbed against his crotch.
“As you wish, Princess Elise - I’ll give you the boon that you deserve,” the old knight decreed before he pulled her head down to meet his. Rather than capture her lips in a soul-searing kiss, he instead forced her head aside until his lips lingered over her ear. Hot breath blew and rattled her eardrum before she even comprehended what he growled at her and her alone.
“Just like your little friend Sakura got.”
Elise gasped at that as a smile stretched on her lips “S-S-So you did do it aga-eeep!”
Gunter cut off her elated gasp with a quick pinch at her sides before he instead reached back around and grabbed her ass and back. He let a rare, wry chuckled pass his weathered lips as their pace picked up stroke for stroke. “No more words, little princess - I’ve a duty to perform. As King of Valla..and as the father of our child,” he declared before the sounds of skin and her moans swallowed his voice.
And he did so, with gusto, as he took the youngest daughter of the late king upon the man’s own bed and gave him another grandchild alongside the young Prince Elias. Elise gladly accepted this as she tipped her head back and squealed in elation that bounced off the old walls of her late father’s chambers. The thought of having another child -a new playmate for Sakura’s daughters - made her so happy that she couldn’t help but cry. Something that her older lover bore witness to, but kept silent upon as he performed his duties once more.
Elise bounced wildly atop King Gunter as her massive breasts brushed against his steel body. He squeezed her supple flesh as her mature, motherly hips rolled and rocked back and forth. Her toes curled and her arms went around his neck as she pushed his lance right against her most erogenous spot. “O-OOOOH THAT’S IIIIT!” she cried out as her pussy clamped down tightly around his prodding princess-pounder.
“GUNNNNTER!”
“Hrmph!”
King Gunter tightly embraced the beautiful, busty blonde as his cock erupted and flooded her fertile womb with his potent, virulent seed. The tears from her eyes only amplified as the white-hot ecstasy and the euphoria blinded her like the radiant sun that shone high over Nohr’s glorious days. The conception of her secondborn in the silence of the fallen king’s chambers would be unheard and unspoken of, even after the inevitable truth would become impossible to ignore. The people would embrace her newborn child as much as they had her son, even without the identity of a father to ever be found.
Perhaps she’d even be blessed with twins, much as Hoshido’s youngest princess had been by the King’s blessings.