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“M-Make it qui-ccck!”
Tharja’s back arched against the thick girth that plunged through the hole in her leggings and filled her tight, puckered ass. Her nails gripped the desk as she pushed her rump back towards the man who had speared her. She bit her lip and fought back a string of curses while her body struggled between the blistering pain and the tingling pleasure. “T-Too fast,” she growled back.
“Sorry,” Chrom grunted as he reached around and groped the dark mage’s chest. Her nipples prodded through the stretched top while her exposed cleavage rubbed together. She resisted the urge to mewl like a common alley rat and shook her head.
“It’s…fine…just be quick,” she demanded of him. He grunted back some empty platitude before she allowed him to start - gradually at first, but he quickly picked up speed. She pushed down on her heels against the floor for support while her hips steadily picked up pace to match him. Tears that welled around her eyes lingered just over her reddened cheeks while she performed her self-appointed ‘service’ to the war-weary Exalt.
The final battle was still over the horizon, and the march from Ferox had been long and arduous. While Tharja herself had scarcely noticed due to spending most of her free time observing and documenting the motions of the Tactician, she could at least see the toils and labors that had laid her new leader’s shoulders low. It also didn’t take her too long to work out a solution…albeit, one that she wasn’t so keen to coerce onto another woman. And so it had fallen to her - obviously.
To his credit, he didn’t make it an unpleasant proposition. In fact, she found herself constantly surprised time and again with not just how shockingly thoughtful that the Prince was, but how respectful he could be as a lover. He could’ve easily just grabbed her neck or hair and forced her face down while he slammed her Plegian ass until he had her fill of her and then cast her off to his sloven soldiers, or even the horses. But he didn’t - he never once made an inkling that crossed his mind. And here she thought that the Ylissean line were nothing more than rabid dogs.
“Speed up - I can take it,” she hissed back at him. Chrom’s cock twitched and throbbed in her ass while he followed her request as the Dark Mage shivered and groaned. Her nails scraped against his desk as her shameful juices pooled and smeared against her loincloth. Slowly, her eyes rolled back as the pain and strife was eclipsed by pleasure - sheer, brain-numbing pleasure that had her almost light-headed and loopy while her body went on pure instinct alone.
The Prince’s hands weren’t idle during all this, either. He had left one over her chest while the other dipped down and beneath her loincloth to directly accost her needy pussy. She’d made it quite clear that her loins were off-limits to his cock, but had relented to permit him access by finger and tongue if he so desired. And to his credit, she’d discovered that he was no slouch when it came to matters of cunning linguistics. Or having solid hair follicles, for that matter.
“N-ngh!”
An abrupt thrust that sent her on her toe-tips banished those memories and brought her back to the now. The moment’s affair that had stolen him away from a legion of duties in favor of dicking down the dark-minded beauty again and again. Despite his rough treatment, it was clear he thought no ill will of her - it was simply in his nature to leave a busty, though hardly-fit woman like her into a sweating drooling pile of mush. Not that she necessarily minded that either.
A woman had her needs.
“C-Come on, Chrom - I know you can go fa-haah!”
The Prince cut her off as he pinched her sensitive clit and slammed deep into her ass. The sudden pressure from both sides had her toes curled in her heels as she bit back a piercing wail that would rouse the dead. Her hands dug deep into the desk as she rubbed her globulous rump back and forth against the rock-hard crotch behind her. “D-D-Dastard,” she hissed and spat out.
Chrom chuckled and gave her sensitive pussy a little stroke with his finger before he resumed his deep, rapid strokes into her ass. The brief, orgasmic flash flickered and died as the pair were brought back to his somewhat-cramped tent. She reached up and tweaked her breast as his free hand reached around and mirrored her actions, just the way he knew she liked it. She leaned back against him as his strokes left her nice and pinned against his desk while she rode on the cusp of another delightful climax.
“N-Ngh!”
He felt her ass squeezed around him while she cupped her mouth to cover her throaty moans. Her eyes rolled back in delight while the juices from her pussy smeared over his desk. The whole thing creaked and groaned against her body as her nails dug into the back for support while her legs slumped back until she was on her toe-tips. The way her back stretched out and down to the rippling, globulous cheeks that bounced against his hard groin only spurred him on and on.
Chrom didn’t succumb like she’d hoped he would.Truthfully, she still underestimated him more oft than not, and it cost her in stamina and time alike without fail. What should be simple quick blowjobs took at least a half an hour. Light romps behind trees, upward of that. Even this round in her rapacious butt dragged on in minutes, not seconds like she’d so dearly hoped. Enough time for the pain to leave her worn down as pleasure rose to meet. Her attempts to follow him in step with hip rolls and undulations were soon abandoned while she surrendered herself to his whims.
“G-Gods…you animal,” she growled at him under her breath. Chrom faintly heard her and felt a twinge of regret, even as his body took it as a sign of pride. Ultimately, his lust won out as he ravished her again and again through her euphoric, eye-rolling climaxes.
The Exalt’s relentless rutting in her rump went on far longer than she’d have liked, but Tharja was too far gone to truly care. All that mattered to her was the constant pleasure and pain that ebbed and flowed within her. It was a constant distraction from her own frustrations, and one that she would admit she was finding quite a bit of enjoyment and indulgement with its engagement. A part of her wondered what it would be like to have this sort of affair every day…perhaps she could arrange that even after he finally settled in and made some lucky lady a very, very happy Queen.
Perhaps even someone like-
“F-Fuck, I’m gonna-!”
Tharja trembled as Chrom slammed deep inside her ass before he erupted. The hot, sticky loads of bastards made her skin crawl as his fingers brought her to a fleeting orgasm. Without the forethought of a sound ward, that meant she had to bite down on her lip to mask her screams. The intense nature of her climax left her with the taste of copper as blood flowed down her chin, right next to a stream of tears. A bitter taste that affirmed to her that this must be the last time she deigned herself to act for such a man.
That’s what she’d told herself the last time as well.
And the time before that.
“-ja? Tharja?”
“Mmuh?”
Chrom shook his head and chuckled at her state as he gingerly pulled her off his cock and carried her over to his bed. “Here -you can rest here for now while I go on patrol,” he offered as he set the dark mage down on his plush sheets and even re-adjusted her clothes back into place before he left. A light blanket draped over her exhausted body as she sighed in bliss and relief.
Tharja watched the tent flap rise and fall as the Prince stepped out into the camp. Once, not so long ago, she would’ve harbored a dark inkling he would be off to brag about his conquest. The poetic ‘defeat’ of Plegia under the superior girth of Ylisse. But now she could tell that he was simply too dim and good-hearted to ever humor such a notion. He saw her not as a trophy, but as a companion - a trusted soldier. A…friend.
“...Thank…you…” she yawned and slumped over as lethargy claimed her. Her post-sex dreams were a blur of trysts, teases…and the peculiar tones of bells as white feathers rustled around the perplexed Plegian. All as she looked up at a face she couldn’t quite discern, but could at least determine wasn’t the one she thought it would be.
And honestly - she didn’t mind it as much as she thought she would.