Fire Emblem VII - Payback

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Fire Emblem VII - Payback
(Game Boy Advance: Fire Emblem)
story by Streti, thestreti@gmail.com

Bring me more hot water! Ask the innkeeper about the soap! Keep my meal warm until I'm out of the bath!

Erk was normally a calm, controlled and silent person. Nevertheless, his latest client was putting his nerves to the test, making his insides bubble. Insides, literally, because the serious mage rarely let any emotions out. Serra was the most un-clericsome cleric he had ever met. She was egoistical, completely self-centered, loud and she would always have the last word, even if she was clearly in the wrong.

Erk lowered the support for two hot water buckets from his back and asked the innkeeper, a jolly-looking chubby fellow with a thick moustache, if they had any Sacaean herb soaps. He did - but it was expensive. The only reason he was with her was because of the money, but she still made him pay her trivial luxuries from his own fee. Sure, she paid well, but there were some things even money couldn't cover.

Erk slowly dragged himself and the hot water back up the narrow wooden stairs, splashing the hot water all over himself and his robes while trying to maneuver the narrow corridor and steep, tiny, creaking steps.

The bath room was already filled with steam from all the hot water he had carried, and not only carried but also used his precious mana on the fire magic to heat the water.

"You can leave them there. Now go, you are dismissed," Serra ordered in a nonchalant tone from the bathtub. Erk painstakingly lowered the buckets on the floor, noticing they were only about half full. Then he took the soap from his pocket. It had been slightly squashed in his wet pocket in one unfortunate collision with a wall. He placed it between the buckets, hoping she wouldn't mind.

She looked at the buckets, and her eyes widened instantly into self-righteous fury. Guess not.

"You can't expect me to come by with that little! You had two buckets, you've only brought water enough for one! And the soap is ruined! You need to get another one!"

Normally, Erk would have just swallowed it and done her bidding, but now, something was different. He stared at her, finding a sight which was completely paradoxical: such beauty shouldn't have held such an ungrateful soul, completely oblivious to the needs of others, except when she could shine through her "good deeds".

Her face was locked into an expression of admonishment. It seemed she was trying to stare him back into serving her. But from between Erk's purple hair stared back a cold gaze. He was staring at her lifelessly, not really taking notice of what he was seeing, despite that he had a beautiful, wet, pink-haired cleric in front of him, visible down to her naked elbows in the bathtub. Then something just snapped. He grabbed the clasp of his robe, opened it and threw his cape off. His shirts and pants were quick to remove, and suddenly he was standing naked in front of her.

"Erk! What are you doing? Have you gone crazy?"

She was indeed a beautiful woman. He was normally reserved and shy, but now whatever fueled those traits of his personality were completely gone. He walked to the bathtub quickly, and just as quickly and forcefully entered it, not taking any heed of her exclamations and protests. Erk kissed her with force and thrust his tongue into her mouth while groping her breasts.

She was hitting him, but it didn't seem to have any effect. How could the skinny, feeble mage Erk suddenly muster such strength and stamina, she wondered. His tongue and mouth were keeping her from screaming, and she was barely registering what it was that was happening. It was all so fast. Now she was suddenly wrestling her supposed bodyguard in a bathtub, his hands roaming violently all over her body. She was bare and helpless, every inch of her body was naked and unprotected against his gropes. Even...

Ah! No!

His hands were roughly caressing her sensitive lips, and didn't take long until they penetrated her inner haven. She couldn't move her legs enough to kick him in the groin, but when she took her hand there, she found his member dreadfully erect. He was actually enjoying this! She was beating him, but her blows were in vain, and he was overwhelming her in all ways possible. It was impossible that he could be so strong and fast, but yet he was, pinning her naked body into the hot water of the bathtub, and penetrating her without any warning.

Her pussy was feeling so good, taking his cock into its hot and warm embrace without any hesitation. Even though she was trying to act otherwise, she obviously wanted it. Why else would her blows be like insect bites and her protests more like moans of pleasure? He was finally getting a just reward for all that she had made him go through, from almost getting him killed to the neverending series of menial tasks. Her body was hot to his touch, the round curve of his breasts practically as much pleasure to touch as the feeling of his manhood plowing her cove. She was lean but not skinny, and his hands loved the feel of the sides and her stomach, and the softness of her pink hair in his grasp, holding her head by force. The water he had gone to so much trouble to get was splashing over the edges of the bathtub and onto the floor. It was certainly warm enough, but still she had wanted more hot water. Now she was getting all she wanted and more, and after this, Erk would leave her for good.

He didn't know why he felt so strong, but he was fucking her with all he had. There was something strange, too. She had stopped hitting him, and it seemed like she was feeling for a sore spot in his body, going from her lean stomach to his chest and back, then trying his head, grasping it hopelessly, her hand ruffling his hair in her vain surrender. Then she grabbed his neck, and instead of trying to strangle him by the throat, she just pressed his head tighter to hers. Her tongue started acting differently as well, not trying to hide in the corners of her mouth but embracing his and even trying to press it to back to his mouth.

Erk was just about getting enough of violating Serra's tight cunt. He was screwing her on the edge of his limit, feeling the burning need in his sword of fire to come, but he wanted to hold on as long as he could, savoring the feeling of her all-embracing snatch on his manhood. But when it was enough, it was enough. When every nerve and muscle in his body could not hold it anymore, he rapidly took his cock out from her hole, yanked her by her hair and wanked his hardness into blastoff.

The grunts were very uncharacteristic of Erk, but the orgasm was like few he had experienced before, or at least among the best. His magical energies collided with the sudden surge of physical strength he was feeling, and at the center of it all, his rod was spewing huge loads on the beautiful Serra, even though he was quite unable to watch the spectacle. His thick spunk was flying all over her face and chest as he stroked himself off with animal-like furor. Still being held by her hair, Serra got a thick strand on her left cheek, more on her nose, then a few blasts on her tits as he suddenly changed position in his climax. By the end of it, thick strands of semen were criss-crossing on her breasts, which had already been wet from sweat and the water, dripping down the curves and going over her pretty nipples, with some of the cum trailing down her cleavage into the water. More cum was dripping down her cheeks and chin, and some had wettened her eyebrows and hair, which she had taken care not to make wet. And he was still hard.

Serra could barely realize the feeling of Erk's cum running down her face and skin before he grabbed her and stepped out of the bath. He dropped her roughly on the floor, and she was barely able to put her hands down to support herself. Serra had somehow started to like Erk's handling, but maybe he hadn't liked it when she had started returning his ministrations. He grabbed her waist and yanked it upwards, just enough to thrust his still-hard manhood into her.

It felt good, it felt really good. Her pussy needed it, and when he withdrew and thrust in again, she couldn't but moan, and she grabbed her breast, but his hand was there already, and she grabbed his hand, and she made him knead her right boob, her nipple being the center point, felt it all, and she wished he would fuck her even harder. His pole went back and forth in her twat, and it felt like she was burning, he was so relentless, filling him time and again, his hardness thrusting into her so quickly, rubbing her muff so right but it still wasn't enough. She would have to endure for a while longer, every second feeling like she needed more, even rubbing her pink-haired muff with her hand, but still it wasn't enough, feeling like she was falling into a bottomless pit and flying at the same time. She rubbed the spew into her face. It was starting to cool off, but it still felt like the slime it was. It was unimaginable that his seed would glisten on her face. She rubbed the cum on her tits all over her chest, his seed coating her skin as the most straightforward symbol of copulation imaginable, and she loved the nastiness of it. Serra had surrendered to him, taken his sperm all over herself, and relished its feeling, the potential of a million babies all over her, glistening, wet in his hand when she grabbed her breasts, its taste potent all around her face, in his and her fingers when they entered her mouth.

Already covered in his cum, Serra continued to take in his shaft, not entirely sure why she allowed it to continue, but she was liking it, and he was too fast to give her the time to think about anything else. There were the hands on her breasts, rubbing his own wetness, on her stomach, a slap on her ass, and she loved it, and constantly, the pounding of his cock in her pussy.

Erk was beginning to realize what he was doing, but he couldn't stop now. Serra's tight snatch was the best feeling he'd had in a long time. He almost felt like a god, pounding his achingly hard erection into her wet pussy. But there was something else, something even more enticing, between her firm buttocks. A tight hole that seemed to begging for a reaming. She seemed to be enjoying what he was giving her now, so he should up the ante and show her what it meant to order him around. A thrust like a countless number before it ended a long sequence, his cock standing hard and wet between his loins, not entering her pussy anymore. Its head was aimed straight at her asshole, and he wasn't too careful about it. Head at the opening, push in, slowly at first, but then her rectum accepted it, even if she didn't. Slowly at first, thrusting all the way in, then back, then forward, slowly starting to fuck her ass.

"Oh no! Not my ass! You can't!" she moaned, but whatever part of her brain was spewing those lies, the rest of her body was working with Erk. It didn't take long for her complains of the anal fuck to change into moans of pleasure. Serra's pink hair flailed as she swung her head up. Every last bit of her pretense against anal intercourse had vanished into thin air as she enjoyed his cock in her ass, rubbing her clit and feeling overwhelmed with the doubled pleasure on her sex and anus. It was obvious Erk had had his piece of ass before, but from the way Serra was taking his pole up into her butthole, it was clear she was no first-timer either. Her ass was already hurting, and she could feel the small ruptures bleeding, but she loved it even still.

It was all getting too much for Serra, who was trembling as every muscle of her body tried to hold off a climax she wanted to delay. Suddenly, all control she had simply failed, and the itch in her womanhood grew unbearable. She felt it in her pussy at first, and then in her whole body as an explosion of sensation. It was almost as if she could feel her every nerve end overloading in her body. She moaned and wailed as a sensation stronger than almost any she had felt before filled her mind.

Erk couldn't believe it. She was actually climaxing right before him, even though he thought he had been so rough as to bring her to tears and make her fire him completely. Even her tight ass was pulsing against his hardness, and every squeeze added more pressure to his cock. It was too much to bear, so he withdrew, just as his balls started to unload. His organ was covered with her fluids, with some blood mixing with her sex juices. Serra was still coming down, moaning and heaving, as Erk grunted again, his mind completely overwhelmed and his orgasm starting. He could only hold on to Serra's hips for dear life as his cock jetted its load all over the cleric's back. Her buttocks were tightly squeezed against him as he painted her backside white with sperm, getting some in her hair and most on her back. His mind flared again and again with each burst, as her skin got covered with hot manmilk, some running down her sides and even down her lightly hanging breasts. The rest ended on her round buttocks, but eventually, his pole softened, even if just a little.

The heaving Erk was feeling dizzy, and the beautiful sight before him seemed almost unreal. She was writhing and panting, her wet skin glistening and radiating and splattered with his semen. Her beautiful naked back had been covered with a rain of white spooge, from thick strands to small splotches, with some of the cum pooling in the small of her arched back, and his cock resting over her butt, slightly softened but still erect, dripping cum and wet with assorted fluids.

Now she really needed a bath, unlike before. Her face, chest, hair, back and ass were covered with Erk's sperm, her pussy juices dripping everywhere - and now she couldn't care less for a bath. She just collapsed, for a while, before she got enough energy for more...

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Erk and Serra woke up the next day, in the afternoon, in the same bed, both nude and obviously satisfied over and over again during the night. He was bruised and hurt; she had to use her healing magic to restore him. But after that day, Serra had found a new ability in her bodyguard. Erk, on the other hand, found a new way to unload his frustration with his new client. Erk didn't leave, Serra didn't fire him, and so the companionship continued.