"Mother?"
Morgan gazed around the humble villa that he and his mother called home for any sign of the master tactician. He found none or even any signs that she'd actually been there since he departed this morning. At least, that was the assumption before he noticed something on the dining room table. The youth walked up and picked it up in his hands. "A letter? In mother's handwriting," he mused as he pried it open and read the contents within.
Morgan,
I have to work overnight tonight, but if you go upstairs to your room you'll find your birthday gift. I hope you enjoy yourself, and I'll see you tomorrow.
Love,
Robin
"Upstairs?" he repeated her words as he set the message down. With the mystery of Robin's whereabouts solved, he found himself curious about what she had in mind. "Why bring it all the way upstairs?" he wondered aloud as he headed for the foyer again.
The Tactician's Villa, as it had been so eloquently declared, was a simple-yet-lavish estate, with large windows that offered spectacular views of Ylisse's verdant countryside. Morgan paid these panes no heed as he returned to the stairwell that would lead up to the second floor. His trip took him past the centermost office and down the landing until he reached the living quarters near the back.
"..."
Morgan froze at his doorway as he heard voices from within. He glanced over his shoulders and warily eyed the rest of the hall as if he expected an ambush. With great trepidation, he reached forward and grasped the handle
" Aah!"
A gasp from within made him blink. Whoever was in his room didn't sound as much like a threat. Perhaps it was the higher pitch that sounded strangely familiar. He fought down the urge to conjure a spell and opted to just let the fates blow as they may. With a last deep breath, Morgan pulled open his door and quickly stepped into the dark room.
"Hey, there he is! - light the candles!"
"On it!"
Fwoosh!
"Aah!"
Morgan stumbled back as a sudden attack of bright lights left his vision pure white. He stumbled back and accidentally knocked the wall between the door and his desk. His ears twitched as he made out the sudden gasps and squeals of whoever had just ambushed him.
"Eep! I-Is he okay?!" screamed the same voice from before. Morgan, impaired as he now was, had surely heard this woman before.
"Oof, I think you blinded him there, Cordy," came another voice - more pitched, but somehow flatter. What she said resonated in his ear, however. 'Cordy? Wait, does she mean?'
"Oh wait - he's fine. Look!" the second tone declared as he shook his head. Slowly, the patches of white faded to tiny spots as the blurred outline of his room came into view. He sluggishly looked around at the candles that had just been ignited.
Oh thank the heavens," came the last, and deepest of the feminine voices. The young tactician finally shook away the daze and focused on the far corner of the room. Right in front of his poster bed at the assembled women before him.
"Suuuuurprise!"
"Happy Birthday, Morgan!"
A trio of cheerful trills echoed in his room as he openly gawked at the sight before him. He indeed recognized the group of princess, knight, and dancer. Lissa, Cordelia, and Olivia - three of his closest confidants. His allies. His friends' mothers.
And also, his lovers.
Such a fact was no further clear than the state at which they'd presented themselves. While clearly nude save their usual hair decors, their immodesties were mostly covered thanks to a large yellow banner lavishly inscribed with the self-same words they'd just declared. Yet despite that, there could truly be no mistaking the bare beauties that beamed at him.
"You look hale and healthy, Morgan - keeping your routines up?" Cordelia asked him with a friendly smile.
Morgan blinked and tried to focus on the redhead's face rather than her shapely curves below. "Y-Yeah. How's the Dark Pegasus training going?" he asked her
The newly-certified magic flier had the decency to look apologetic at her part in the plan and how it had so catastrophically flared up. Literally. "Well, I can use magic...it just backfires a bit," she morosely chuckled.
"Y-You'll get it. Fire spells are tricky at first," he promised her with rosy cheeks to match her hair.
"Hmm, perhaps I should take you back and make you my magical mentor until I get it," she suggested with a genuine smile that clashed against the lust in her eyes. Lissa giggled beside the knight, while Olivia merely fidgeted and squirmed. Something that Cordelia picked up upon quite handedly. "Olivia, don't be shy. Honestly - this is Morgan, not some stranger in your dance hall," she tried to console her skittish friend.
The rosette from Ragna Ferox blushed and stammered out, "I-I'm fine! Really, it's just...well this is...e-eep!" she flinched behind the banner.
Lissa finally chimed in. "What she means to say is that this is your birthday gift - Robin already arranged everything for us, and we're here to give you a night you're not ever gonna forget~" she promised.
The princess let her words hang on him before she reached back and fished a rope out that snaked up the posts of his bed. "Alright, enough stalling - it's curtains up!" she declared and yanked down.
"W-Wait!"
Olivia's protest fell on deaf ears as the banner flew right over them and finally exposed the naked trio. "Wow," Morgan gasped in awe.
Each woman was a true beauty in her own right. From the perky princess whose modest curves bounced as much as her blonde pigtails under her button hat. To the tall, toned redheaded knight who presented herself without a hint of shame or worry. And especially the rosette dancer, whose attempts at modesty only accentuated her bountiful chest, perfect hips, and jiggly ass. He'd had the pleasure of all three's company, both as comrades, confidants, and eventually carnally. And yet this was only the third time that they'd come together before him. Not since his mother's return had he been able to appreciate the lovely ladies as women and not just Shepherds.
His eyes traced over them, admiring every curve and bounce that was exactly as he recalled. His gaze finally fell on first one, then the other's hands, and the minor glint that shone in the candlelight. You're um...on your fingers," he pointed.
Lissa nodded and grinned. She held up her hand to expose the ring given to her by her time-traveled son, just as Olivia held up hers and Cordelia held her daughter's. "Sorry, buster - but the rings stay on. Wouldn't do for us to forget our kids, would it?" she chuckled.
"I...I suppose so," Morgan agreed.
The princess offered him a small, but grateful smile before she perked up again. "Okay, so let's get this going then!" she declared with a bounce in her step and breasts.
Cordelia nodded as she finished securing the knot on the banner. "I quite agree."
As one they stepped forward and grabbed for the young man. Morgan gasped and squirmed as one by one his clothes were stripped from him. First, his cloak was taken by a perky princess, then his tank top extracted by a bold knight. His belt and gloves were slipped off him by the dancer's deft fingers, and as one Lissa and Cordelia pulled his pants down. That left poor Olivia with the duty to remove his strained smallclothes - a trial that she accomplished after some trepidation.
"Aaaand one last touch...there!"
Lissa pushed his cloak back over his now-naked body as he stood before them. While he was nowhere near as toned as Cordelia, he had a physique that could compare to Olivia's well-kept body at least. But what drew their appraisal and attention was of course the potent sword that dangled between his legs.
The trio stepped back and marveled at their young stud's body, as they'd done in days past. Yet there was no need or desire for further pageantry, not when the desire in their loins already threatened to drip down their thighs. The knight licked her lips before she turned to her friend. "Well, shall you do have the first honors, Olivia?"
The dancer squeaked and stiffened. Yet she sought her inner strength and breathed deep before she reluctantly shook her head. "I-I think Cordelia should go first." she insisted in a tone that offered no room for doubt.
Morgan, Lissa, and Cordelia blinked at such a declaration. "Really? Well alright then," the knight relented, hardly inclined to put up a fuss and waste precious time. She stepped forward and took the lad's hand. "Come here Morgan - we don't have any more candles, but there's something to blow at least~"
Boo," Lissa dryly muttered as she settled back to let the duo make for the bed. He offered both princess and dancer kindly smiles before his attention returned to Cordelia. She coaxed him towards the headboard. The knight guided his wrists against the curled frame and squeezed his fingers around them. "Yes, that's right - just stay here...and hold on tight," she warned him as she settled on her hands and knees in front of him.
Morgan blinked. "H-Hold on to wh-haaaa?!"
Cordelia's lips slammed down on Morgan's crotch and swallowed his entire shaft in one fell swoop. Lissa and Olvia gasped in awe at how effortlessly the redheaded beauty could take the lad's rather potent girth. She shifted forward just enough to make sure her mouth and throat were ready as he swiftly hardened in her gullet.
"G-Gods, Cordelia!" he grunted as his hips threatened to give out. She glanced behind her red hair and gave him a sultry wink as her lips loudly slurped right over his balls. Her tongue slipped and slobbered at the lowest part in her mouth until drool leaked down her chin. She curled her fingers into the sheets until even her ring was buried in the bed.
And then...she swiftly pulled back.
"GAH?!"
Morgan wheezed as Cordelia's mouth dragged against the whole of his shaft until only his crown remained between her cheeks. A mere blink later and she was back on his crotch with a loud, wet slurp as the bed rattled beneath them. On and on her breakneck pace persisted as she fucked her own throat on the lad's girth. His own hips could hardly keep up as he reflexively spasmed in attempted rhythm with her gullet pumps. He tried to grab her head, but only managed to pull up a few hairs from the back as she easily powered on and on.
Olivia and Lissa slid onto the bed right beside the duo as they watched Cordelia's incredible fellatio work. Their awe was clear as day whilst the masterful ministrations of a peerless pegasus knight played out before them. Every trick of breath control or muscle reflex went into this sordid, lascivious act. And in the refined hands of a natural genius like Cordelia, it was a devastating arsenal indeed.
"Whoa...I've never seen you make that face, Morgan," Lissa mumbled as she squatted beside him. His head snapped towards with bugged-out eyes. She ignored his gawk as she watched the webs of spit that stretched and squashed between Cordelia's lips and Morgan's crotch. "It's that good huh? Better than mine?" she asked with a whimper in her tone.
Morgan winced at her tone, even as Cordelia's mouth slammed up and down his rock-hard cock. He tried to choke out an apology, only to be waived off by the now-giddy princess. "Hee hee hee, the look on your face!"
"You silly boy - I'm just teasing you. Sheesh, you're as pink as Olivia's hair now!" she giggled and pointed to the dancer on her knees across from her. Her sudden declaration made the girl gasp and squirm while she played with some of her hair.
"D-Don't joke about that, Lissa," Olivia fidgeted and squirmed. Her cheeks now easily matched the same shade as the knight's hair that bobbed back and forth between his bare, shaky legs.
Morgan swallowed down a much-needed gasp of air as he tried to grunt out, "G-Girls, I-Aaah!"
Cordelia blinked as Morgan stumbled and fell sideways on the bed before her eyes. Without missing a beat she followed him down and kept his loins trapped in her vacuum-tight lips. As soon as he impacted onto the bed, she was already up and into his groin. "G-Gods!" he swore.
The redhead pushed herself down until she'd buried her face right in his lap. Her deep suction and the shaky bed noisily rattled throughout the bedroom and washed over the two gobsmacked shepherds. None of them could see her face anymore, but they certainly heard her lips in action.
GLRP! GLRP! GLRP! GLRP! GLRP!
It couldn't have been longer than a mere minute before the pent-up junior tactician flew right past his limits. His hand swiftly pulled into her hair as he cried out at the top of his lungs.
"CUMMING!"
The knight blinked as he erupted in her throat. Instantly, her windpipe was painted white thanks to thick, sticky ropes of cum. She struggled to swallow as much as she could before she had no choice but to pull him out of her gullet. Yet even her mouth proved insufficient as a few loads made her cheeks bulge full of cum. She tried her best to gulp it all down, but had to surrender and ultimately eject him from her lips.
"Pah!"
Cordelia's face was painted white from chin to brow and even into her hair. Her tongue hung out as pure seed gushed from her open mouth and onto the bed beneath her. She tried to hold his shaft steady and keep the seed stream aimed her way. Her success came at the cost of leftover cum that leaked down his shaft and clung to her fingers.
"Wow...like a geyser," Lissa gawked in awe. She'd certainly had her own private checkups with the lad in the past, but not even then had produced such a potent quantity. Her thighs subconsciously rubbed together at the thought of such a load going over her face. Or even into her very fertile womb.
I-its so thick," Olivia whimpered through her fingers. Try as she might, she simply couldn't bring herself to composure in the face of such a daunting display. Especially not with what she had in mind for him at that.
Cordelia slumped forward as the last shot smeared over her closed eyes. She heard him slump down with deep, needy gulps of air before she dared to try and pry her lids apart. Her hand cupped just under the slit as she pumped his shaft to coax the lingers of his load into her hand. The sizable, sticky puddle was then deposited into her cum-coated lips and right down her seed-stained tongue. "Ulp! Mmm, and creamy~" she declared.
The knight's tongue rolled out and slapped down against the messy shaft. She dragged herself up and down to scoop up as much spunk as she could manage in a single stroke. Her lips crested over his tip before she let her prize slide down her taste buds. The viscous, salty strands made her thighs squirm before they dropped into her cum-coated throat.
Morgan groaned as her expert lips tended to every part of his loins with her perfect mouth. His shaft, his glans, and even right down to his balls were run over until they shined in her spit. His hand struggled up to lay flat on her head as she busied herself, with the banter of the princess and dancer pass them by. Eventually, she finished her work between his legs and swallowed down the very last of cum on his crotch, without paying a single mind to her own masque of fertile seed still on her beaming face. "Delicious as always. Thank you, Morgan - I hope you enjoyed your birthday gift~" she cooed before she kissed his shaft one last time.
"My turn!"
Cordelia blinked before she was pushed aside by an eager pigtailed princess. She pushed Morgan up straight against the headboard again before she planted her sizable royal rear right onto his lap like a throne. "Here, lemme just sit right down and we'll get started," she declared.
Morgan didn't have the fortitude to rebuke her and instead let Lissa settle onto his lap. His cloak hung off his shoulders as he gently cupped her thighs for support. He felt her pussy shift and slide against his spit-soaked shaft while her respectable rump ground down against him. She reached back and gently squeezed his hips to keep his attention. "Sooo, how's my favorite nurse doing?"
The lad sighed at her little pet name for him but had the decency to respond. "I'm doing well - mother keeps me busy, so I haven't had time to keep up on our lessons," he admitted.
The princess nodded as her hips curled and rolled against his cock. "Yeah, I know. It's okay though - I'm just glad I could help you when I could, Morgan," she looked back and smiled.
He returned her smile, only for her to each back and playfully peck at his mouth. When she pulled back, he noticed the devious edge that had settled on her curled lips. "And now I get to help you again for your birthday~" she declared as her slit rolled up and finally pushed down on him.
"H-Haah!"
Olivia turned as she helped Cordelia up just in time to see the blonde slowly and pleasurably descend down Morgan's crotch. Her thighs squirmed as the lascivious moans and motions stoked the desires that already burned within her. She lamented not swiftly giving into her temptations and selfishly taking him first. A soft cough from the knight beside her reminded the dancer of why she'd let the others have their fun first. It gave her time to mentally prepare herself for the surprise she had in store for him
And she needed all the preparation she could get.
Lissa's crotch kissed his as she finished her descent. For such a compact body, her incredible knowledge of the human form gave her quite a few advantages when it came to sex. Such as how to make even the simple, casual act of penetration into something that left her partner a sweaty gasping mess. "Hey, Morgan? You doing okay back there?" she ribbed him with a giggle.
Morgan's swift response was to lean over her silky shoulder and capture her lips in another kiss. A longer, more fierce one that took the princess by surprise. Their legs slowly split open as they dove deep into the succor of each other's mouths. Lissa's body curled back against his chest while her eyes slowly lidded down under the passions of his mouth and pussy penetrations.
Lissa's lips tasted as sweet as always and the lad was delighted to let her dance on his palate. He took charge over their latest endeavor, something that the princess and healer allowed of him with great relish. On reflex his arms wrapped around her sides and pulled tight against her stomach. She winced and pulled back long enough to coo, "Whoa, not so tight. I'm not going anywhere, Morgan~"
That was all she could say before he pulled her back in again. Her arm curled back over his neck and against his head as they shared another passionate encounter. Morgan controlled their rhythm while she bounced and ground in his grasp. Each wet, sloppy slap of skin was enough to make her pigtails and her button cap bounce and sway.
The princess really wasn't sure how to describe all this. It wasn't their first time, or even their most vigorous. Yet something about tonight just felt so...whole, to her. Like she'd missed a small-yet-crucial piece before, but now had it in hand to complete the complex, erotic puzzle that was Morgan's lucky love life. Her eye wavered away from him long enough to look back over Cordelia and Olivia as the duo watched with bated breath.
"Puh-paaaah"
Morgan and Lissa pulled back and panted down much-needed breath. The spit between their lips webbed and bent down while their hips hastened their pace. She shuddered as his audible, nigh-visible breath washed over her shoulder while the vigors of sex made her slick with sweat.
"Y-You're really getting better at kissing. Who's be-he eeeeh-en teaching yo-oooh-u - Cordy, or Olivia?" she gasped out.
"Wha-?"
"Hmm?"
"Hu-Huh?!"
Morgan and the other two mothers blinked and gaped at the princess' blunt question. None of the three could respond to Lissa as the blonde happily bounced and ground her rump against the lad's lap. Lissa looked around between Morgan and the other young MILFs before a devious grin formed on her lips. "Ooooh...or is it someone e-elllllseee?!"
Lissa gasped as the pace doubled in the blink of an eye. She felt Morgan's hand shift up and cup her breast while he pushed and pulled his dick out of her wet velvet loins. Her moans poured from her lips as she fought to keep hold of her blissfully besieged brain. "Ha-hhaaaaah-haahoooo~"
"What is she trying to say?" Cordelia pondered as she idly cleaned her face of dried cum. Olivia stayed silent while her eyes flickered between the redheaded knight beside her and the blonde princess before her. She kept her hands between her closed thighs and resisted the intense urge to brush against her own leaky desire. Her bosom was pinched between her arms as she yearned for her chance.
Lissa's body flopped and crashed in Morgan's firm hold. Her nails dug into his forearm and scalp while she struggled to hold on for dear life. Sweat and spit rolled off her royal body while she tried to collect herself long enough to needle him further.
"H-Hey, buster - don't think I-IiiiiIII'M CUMMING!"
Her interrogations had cost her focus, and in doing so had given Morgan a chance to slam up into her pussy just as his hand pinched her erect clitoris. The princess arched forward and spat out as pure, unfettered bliss seared every nerve in her being at once. Her already-tight loins clamped down and easily coaxed another potent load from the boy as if it was no trial at all. The overload of sensations was enough to make a certain rosette dancer shift and squirm beside an equally intrigued redheaded knight.
After what could've been an eternity or three, Lissa finally slumped forward. Morgan's shaky-yet-stable grip on her stomach kept her from total collapse while she gasped and wheezed through her orgasmic overload
A swift, rough kiss was enough to make him recoil back. Yet before he could engage her further she'd already pulled away with a flushed face and an adorable pout. "Hmph, keep your secrets then.
Alright, Olivia, you're up."
"E-Eeh?"
Olivia gasped at her own name being so casually thrown out. However, to her credit, she managed to find a measure of composure after a long, deep breath. "Oh. R-Right."
She slowly shuffled her way forward while Lissa limp-crawled off to the side. Cordelia offered the cleric a gentle hand as she curiously and concernedly watched Olivia. Something had the rosette even more antsy than normal, even with someone as comforting and uplifting as Morgan. And that didn't change as even just being near the positive young lad clearly helped Olivia be at ease.
"Hi, Morgan...Ha...haaah. Happy birthday," she composed herself and beamed. Her sweet, pure smile seemed to lighten his own heart as he greeted her through his own erotic exhaustion in a manner that seemed almost ignorant of her nude state.
"Olivia, you look beautiful."
The lovely trio all collectively blinked at such an off-the-cuff, yet utterly sincere compliment. Olivia herself timidly shifted a stray hair back as her already-rosy cheeks deepened to a hue closer to Cordelia's hair. "R-Really?"
Morgan vigorously nodded with eyes incapable of showing deceit. "Yes - you always do," he declared
"Hmph, he didn't give us any smooth-talking," Lissa mumbled under her breath.
Cordelia hummed in agreement but didn't hold it against their rosette-headed friend. "Oh let her have her fun, Lissa. She's earned it by now," the knight declared.
Olivia heard her fellow mothers and fought to keep her nerves intact. One look at her lover's warm, welcome smile set her jittery heart at ease and made it much easier to work up her courage. Slowly and unintentionally seductively, she worked her way up and into Morgan's lap. Her bare, hard nipples scraped against his sweaty chest as they wound up almost lip-to-lip. "Um, Morgan...I wanted to give you something. F-For your birthday," she explained to him.
"Really? What is it, Olivia?" he asked her kindly. His hands didn't immediately go for her tits or ass and instead settled gently against her legs while she fidgeted atop him. Behind her, the blonde and redhead noticed something about their pink-tressed comrade that made them quietly, yet audibly, react.
'Wait...ooohh, I see what you're planning now!" Lissa openly giggled under her breath
My word," Cordelia whispered in awe.
Oliva blushed at the hushed commentary while she finally found the strength she needed to give Morgan his present. She ran her nails gently up his bare sides until her fingers curled around his shoulders. "Well um… T-This!"
Swift as the wind and as fluid as on stage, Olivia pulled herself up and atop Morgan's cock. Yet instead of her leaky, trembling folds, she instead pivoted him back between her full rump and the puckered, prepared hole that awaited him. The lad's hands squeezed into her thighs as realization washed over him even before her ring wrapped around his tip for the very first time. And when he was actually welcomed into her ass...it was like a whole new experience completely.
"G-G-Gods!" He gasped at the sheer, raw tightness that threatened his sensitive loins. Olivia wasn't in much of a better shape than he. She tried to gently roll her hips down and take more of him in her butt before she lost herself utterly. "O-Olivia?"
"I'm fine! Just...wow," she breathed heavily. Her well-kept body made this a much easier task than she'd expected or than the other girl's prior experiences had suggested. Still, she sought to distract herself from it as she pulled her body down against Morgan. "It's just...so new. D-different," she explained with a smile and a wince.
"Okay. Just let me know if it hurts, okay?" he told her with concern clear on his face. It was enough to make the rosette blush before she pushed her hips down. Her soft, moist lips found his mouth before he could even gasp out.
"Ooohrn~"
Slowly, the dancer undulated and rolled as her body sank lower and lower. His cock throbbed in her tight ass, but she didn't even flinch. The only sign of her discomfort was a tear that rolled down her cheek before Morgan thoughtfully brushed it away for her. By the time her plush rump landed on his lap, her hips already squirmed for more.
"Whoa...s-she took it all," Lissa gawked. Cordelia nodded aside her princess, already in awe at how swiftly Olivia had taken to having her butt stuffed. The fact that she gave it to Morgan must really have made her feel driven to make it special.
"Olivia, are you well?" the knight gently asked.
"S-So big….sooooo full~" the dancer mewled and writhed atop Morgan's dick. she reached down and squeezed her fingers between his palms. His hands stayed on her thighs as she pulled her shapely body up and down his cock at a pace she set.
Morgan stayed stiff while Olivia performed her intimate, special dance on his lap. He wasn't sure if it was exhaustion from back-to-back romps, or simply being locked up by the shy dancer's sudden, delightful surprise. Occasionally his body would twitch without control but that usually wound up as a quick thrust up into her ass or his fingers being pulled taut against her thighs. Whatever it was, the rosette was the one who handled the rest.
Not that she found any fault with this.
Olivia's arms reached up and over her head as the pleasure and slight pain mixed inside her. She found her hips shake and sway to a rhythm only she could hear. Much as on stage, she found herself entranced in a world that extended only as far as her body, with nary an audience to be found. And yet the constant poke and prod in her puckered rear was all the reminder she needed that this was in fact a duet, not a solo. A duet with a young man she held very, very dear. "Oooooh, gods Morgan - it feels so wonderful. H-H-How is it for yo-oooooh?"
Morgan wanted to respond and tell her how great it felt. How great she felt. But after two rather intense orgasms on his part, he found his limits rather swift to reach and exceed. So rather than shower the rosette with all manner of well-won platitudes or accolades, the most he could manage to erk out was a gasp and a warning.
"Olivia I can't...g-gods I'm-!"
The dancer shuddered as the first hot, sticky rope fired against her anal wall. The cock in her rump seemed to swell as it launched volley after volley of jizz up her rump. Her own desires leaked from her pussy and smeared down over Morgan's thigh. She tipped back against him as a deep, orgasmic groan passed her lips. It was far, far less explosive than any she'd ever experienced. And yet it still left her so blissfully and delightfully numb.
Time passed without disruption as the two were allowed to enjoy their shared orgasm together. Neither the princess nor the knight was inclined to interrupt such a moment. It was only after the lover's shared breath resumed in haggard, shaky wheezes that someone finally spoke up. "Wow, Olivia - you managed to make him cum the fastest. That rump of yours is something else," Lissa mused.
Olivia's eyes flew open wide as saucers at such a crass declaration. She swiftly gazed between the other two as Cordelia turned to admonish Lissa. Already the heat on her cheeks threatened to overwhelm her until she practically threw her face into her palms. "Eep!"
Morgan shook off his own orgasmic euphoria before he gently coaxed Olivia off his cock. His spunk slurry leaked out of her rump before it closed up above him. He slowly set her back down until his groin was pressed against his. The dancer peeked out from behind her fingers at the hard dick that throbbed between her thighs. Instantly, her fingers snapped shut as another muffled squeak escaped her shy lips.
"Phew, that was a workout," Lissa stretched and groaned. Her legs shifted and sent a little more of the jizz from her snatch onto the bed. She dipped her fingers down and scooped up a tiny dollop to taste the creampie for herself. "Mmm, yummy. Well anyway, it's already pretty late, so maybe we should just...j-just call it a...a...uuuuhh"
Cordelia's eyes widened as Lissa stammered at the sight before them. Morgan's cock stuck out between Olivia's shapely legs - still full and ready for more. They could just make out the lad behind the poor dancer's flustered face. The mask of enticing calm made the duo shudder, and not quite in a good way.
"Morgan...you're still hard," Lissa gulped.
He nodded.
"Do you...You still want more?" Cordelia mumbled.
He nodded again.
Princess and knight spared a glance at each other before their eyes returned to the fell spire of virility and vim that towered between the dancer's legs. Olivia herself slowly dropped her hands and exposed her utterly red cheeks that put even Cordelia's hair to shame. Her deft fingers gingerly tapped against the swollen crown as his hot, heavy breath blasted right against her nape.
Lissa bit her lip and resisted the urge to jump his bones immediately. She tried to keep her composure and some manner of maturity even as drool started to pour from her lips. A quick wipe of her wrist cleared it away before she tried to ask, Um...well who f-FIRST?!"
"Aah!"
Swiftly, both girls were taken by Morgan's outstretched hand and pulled right onto his body alongside Olivia. The rosette squeaked in shock as she was attacked from both sides by flailed limbs and shapely Shepherd bodies. The trio bristled as a deep, lustful growl passed the lads lips. It had been far, far too long since he'd been able to lay with any of these lovely mothers, and now the night, and Lissa's earlier quip, stirred something in him that went beyond restraint.
Or mercy.
A chorus of moans and mewls soon filled the chamber as Morgan's hands roamed over each and every curve he could get within his greedy reach.
The three mothers found themselves outmatched by the raw lustful power that now wafted from Morgan's body. Soon the room echoed with sinful skin slaps and shrieks as their bodies were taken once again. Every orifice was offered to the boy without protest or resistance. The bed became a storm of sin and sexual delight A menagerie of red, pink, and blonde hair swirled around a violet core, with not but a trio of stars that glinted on outstretched fingers.
"Oooph!"
Lissa's body hit the bed as Morgan went to town on her rear. The earlier cum slurry leaked out of her pussy and onto the sheets, just like the fresh load of jizz that poured out between her teeth. A single, frayed ponytail was all that remained behind her disheveled button cap while the rest of her long hair either swayed free or stuck to her sweaty sides. She pulled herself up just in time for the lustful lad's hand to seize her ponytail and yank back. Hard
"AAAH!"
The princess yelped and gripped the bed for dear, blessed life as her ass was pounded and molded by Morgan's hard cock. Tears leaked from her eyes and mixed with the spunk that poured down her cheeks. Her gaze rolled up as she was pushed by both pain and pleasure right into the throes of a new orgasm. "Mooooorgaaaan~"
"O-Oooh!"
Olivia writhed and squirmed in his grasp as his arms stayed locked around her upturned legs. She gripped his elbows for dear support while her toes tapped against the top of the poster bed. Her headband hung precariously down over her eyes like a blindfold while her rosette hair remained pinned between her back and his chest. The rapid strokes in and out of her messy loins caused more cum to leak from her ass until it had smeared his crotch with syrupy, sticky jizz.
"S-Sho fassssst," she mumbled through drool and cum that leaked out of her open mouth. Her breasts flopped and crashed as the vigors of sex made her entire sweaty body shudder and spasm with every heart-stopping second. She dug her nails into his exposed arm until she left marks. And yet he persisted on and on as he slammed his hard and hot cock into her drenched pussy without care. "M-M-Morgan!"
"Mmmmmph~"
Cordelia's legs locked around Morgan's back as he tried to thrust into her moist pussy. Her actions slowed him, but could never hope to halt his advances. That suited her just fine as she locked her lips around his mouth and fed him her tongue until he rebuffed her and retaliated instead. His hand reached up from her toned core and instead cupped her petite chest. She shuddered from his sleeve's caress before she reached up and grabbed his wrist in retaliation while they rocked back and forth on the bed.
The lad wasn't really geared for 'tender' at the moment. In fact, only Cordelia's superior strength actually managed to slow him enough to set the pseudo-romantic pace they now endured. Her free hand fumbled up to fix the askew wing-pin in her hair before she wrapped her arm around his neck and onto his shoulder. A sudden thrust from him sent one of her legs flat onto the bed and freed him to speed up again. " Mu-Muguuuuun~"
On and on Morgan went at the trio. Long after the stroke of midnight passed unseen as the group writhed and screamed until their voices went hoarse. Many times, MOrgan took them in all holes until they were stuffed and leaked with cum. Eventually, the unspoken borders to let each girl have their own time were broken down as they desperately teamed up against him.
Morgan laid back against the pillows as a pair of hands pumped up and down his cock. He spared a glance to the rosette curled at the foot of the bed before his attention returned to the blonde and redhead that was pressed against his sides. Their fingers remained curled around his shaft, with the occasional sudden sting caused by their rings being but a mere trifle at best.
"L-Lissa...Cordelia, that feels so-oooh," Morgan panted under their ministrations. Both ladies shared a smile and a nod before they leaned in and kissed his cheeks. "A-Ah."
Lissa acted first as she switched from his cheek to his lips. The young tactician moaned against the princess as she coaxed and teased his gums with her tongue. Her hand reached up his shaft and squeezed the tip while she let Cordelia's palm pump his base below her. The knight squirmed alongside them, clearly eager for her own chance to lock lips with their lover.
She got her chance the moment Lissa pulled away. Swift as a gale, Cordelia dived down and pounced on his lips. Yet the reaction she found was hardly as cordial as Lissa's, and the lad pulled away in recoil. Cordelia cocked her head, confused and clearly hurt. "Oh, what's the matter?"
"I don't think he likes the taste of...well, himself," Lissa noted as she used her free hand to point to the knight's lips. Or rather, the stains of semen that still coated Cordelia's mouth after a fresh round of frantic fellatio.
The redhead slowly nodded as realization and resignation settled upon her. "Ah...yes, I suppose that makes some se-mmph?!"
Morgan himself cut her off as he slammed his mouth forward onto Cordelia's lips. His sudden gesture took the knight by surprise, but she swiftly melted into his passion as their tongs fenced freely. Lissa alone was left to observe the way he bristled and shuddered at the clear taste of salt, even if he fought against his body to make Cordelia feel happy. 'Hmm…'
"Slurp Slurp Sluuuurp Slurp~"
Morgan gripped the bed sheets as the princess and dancer licked up and down his utterly messy cock. Their tongues scooped up the slurry of juices, jizz, and spit that had coated his loins. Their own messy bodies rubbed close together while they worked in their own unique way.
Olivia showed a surprising amount of skill as her tongue rolled up and down with swift-yet-through streaks. She kept her ring-clad hand near the base on her side to keep him propped up. Her eyes glanced up through disheveled rosette locks and shifted headband as she gauged his reactions to her performance.
Meanwhile, Lissa was less thorough and more sporadic in her actions and antics. Sometimes she licked him off much like Olivia. Other times her tongue would swiftly be traded for her lips or even the slightest nip of her teeth before she resumed as before. Her own hair cascaded over her face as both pigtails were now undone. Somehow, her button cap remained on her head even as she dipped down to nibble at the base.
He bucked his hips between their mouths just as the girls found their lips at his tip. The duo gawked as his shaft gilded between their mouths. A spurt of precum leaked out of his slit and drizzled down onto their cheeks Their eyes met from across Morgan's cock as a silent agreement passed between them.
Lissa and Olivia shifted around until their tongues were freed from their occupied lips. They clumsily leaned and lapped at the other's cheek to clear the fresh wad of cum that had landed on their faces. It wasn't quite a kiss, but it was far more intimate than one would expect from the two Shepherds. And it was a private site for Morgan's eyes alone. "G-Gods," He groaned and twitched at such a display as the duo's tongue bath dragged on.
O-Ooh gods, Olivaaaa~"
Cordelia's moans made the dancer blush as the latter bounced atop Morgan's hard cock. The knight pressed her pussy into Olivia's face as the rosette lapped up the slurry of cum and quim that leaked out of red-muffed loins. Cordelia's hands settled on Olivia's head as she ground her crotch right into the poor dancer's face.
Morgan got a full view of the sinful show before his very eyes while he let Olivia ride him. True, he missed the sight of her big, full breasts that bounced with every roll of her hips. But he found equal joy in the way her globulous rump rolled and rippled with every clap against his lap. That, and the sight of her head pressed between Cordelia's amazing thighs left him nice and hard in the rosette's spunk-soaked loins.
"Ngh!" H-How is she so good at thi-ssssh?!"
Cordelia's question was cut short as the dancer's tongue made her way into the redhead's pussy. Such an intrusion made the knight's head rocked back and roll against the cloth top of the bed. She would've ended up toppled over if not for the quick reflexes of Olivia's hands now wrapped around the knight's firm ass. But even that would've sent her forward alongside Cordelia...if not for Morgan's swift intervention.
"Hmm?!"
Olivia squeaked in Cordelia's muff as Morgan's fingers pressed into her breasts. Such a swift, intimate attack made the dancer blush until her cheeks matched Cordelia's pubic hair. Still, she glanced back and silently thanked the young lad with a good grind of her rump on his lap as the sexual frenzy went on without interruption. Her eyes rolled back just as the lad's hands kneaded and squeezed her supple bosom like a baker's dough, just as she got to sample the honeypot of the realm's most premiere pegasus knight.
"S-So that's where you wen-"
Morgan's words were cut off as Lissa's hips pushed down atop his head. Her freshly cleaned pussy loomed right by his mouth as she ground down. The knight already sealed on his cock simply bounced and watched while the princess adjusted herself. "Yep. Now get to licking, mister," she ordered him with a chipper grin.
One smooth, long lick on her loins eliminated that grin as Morgan shifted to divide his focus. He took a hand off Cordelia's thigh and instead reached forward to squeeze Lissa's leg. His other hand shifted back from the knight's rump and instead reached up for her hip. Cordelia mewled at the change in his touch and the soft caress of his sleeve. Yet despite that, she kept up her ride and ground down on him without pause. She did, however, seek some means of retribution at having her moment interrupted.
"Oh, Lissa? Looks like yo-oooh-u missed a spot," Cordelia panted out. The princess perked up and glanced at the knight with an expression that mixed perplexion, iration, and bliss. Such emotions swiftly faded as the redhead leaned forward and cupped the blonde's cheek.
"C-Cordelia-aah!"
Morgan's tongue lash distracted Lissa long enough for Cordelia to strike. Swiftly, the knight's tongue darted out and dragged a long, spit-soaked trail up the princess's cheek. Such a sudden attack left Lissa utterly stunned as the now-smug Cordelia leaned back. "There."
Lissa's hand went up and touched her cheek. Her hips remained planted over Morgan's face as he lapped and sucked her royal, clean pussy like a man possessed. She flinched and bristled, still stunned at such a sudden move by the knight who still rolled and undulated atop their shared lover's cock. Had there really been a mess there, or had the redhead simply toyed with her royal liege?
Who could really say?
"H-Heey?!"
Lissa gasped as her rear cheeks were pushed apart, both by Morgan's cock and Cordelia's hands. His cloak draped over them until it pooled just below the princess's body. Her eyes darted between the tactician and knight she was sandwiched between. "C-Cordy isn't it your tu-uuugh?!"
The redhead simply shook her head and smiled. "Oh not at all - it's only fair that we get you up to speed as well..isn't that right, Morgan?" she asked him.
Morgan gulped and swiftly nodded. Not even Lissa could blame his swift and abrupt cowardice. Not when faced with a grin that put even a certain fanatical fitness freak to utter shame. So when Cordelia's fingers tightened down against the royal rump until her digits left divots in Lissa's skin, it was with the very clear understanding of who held the real power in this dynamic.
"C-Can'tw e taa-haaaa-haaa...s-stop it, Morgan," she grunted back as her cheeks took a certain rosy hue. Lissa couldn't even look Morgan in the eye as he pounded her butt without abandon. Sure, it was hardly the first time that night, but it still felt a little awkward to do it with other people.
If Cordelia understood that, she'd clearly sought to weaponize the princess's discomfort. Still, she wasn't wholly callous in her handling as she pushed her petite chest against Lissa's own perky boobs. Their hard nipples lightly rubbed together and coaxed pleased moans from the blonde's lips. A brief, yet welcome respite from the delicate balance of pain and pleasure from her ass.
Morgan himself helped to aid Lissa along as he reached up from her hips and instead curled around her shoulders. He attempted to give her a massage, even despite the rather odd way they'd been situated. Still, his efforts were clearly appreciated as deep, royal mewls passed the pleased princess's lips.
"Just keep going Morgan - let's make sure Lissa feels caught up for lost time, right?" Cordelia gently explained. He nodded in agreement and proceeded on until the trio was lost in their own world of bliss.
"Come on Morgan - fa-haaaaaster~!"
Morgan grunted and obeyed the royal decree of Ylisse's younger princess as he doubled the pace in her royal loins. Her bust rubbed against Olivia's own naked bosom as the two young mothers remained sandwiched together. The dancer beneath them squirmed and shifted as she yearned for him to return. Still, she made no fuss or even a peep as Lissa happily cooed and panted above her.
"Hah! Ha-aaah! S-Switch to Olivia," the blonde panted out. He quickly obeyed as he pulled free and dipped down to take the dancer's snatch once again. Olivia gasped at the sudden, though not unwelcome attack. Soon her own squeaks and mewls filled the void where Lissa's had left. For her part, the princess seemed to have recovered from Cordelia's earlier antics and was back to her usual chipper self
"Go on, Olivia - you're doing great!" She cheered her rosette friend. Such kind praise only served to make the shy dancer's blush deepen. Yet it also spurred Olivia on as her hips rolled and crashed back against Morgan.
The lad spared Lissa a glance up. Said princess only looked back over her shoulder and winked at him before she blew him a kiss. Then her attention returned to the dancer below her who was being rocked atop Morgan's hard cock.
How much longer could he really go? How much longer had he gone so far? It wasn't really in him to question such things anymore. All he knew was he had a redheaded knight who was stuffed but eager nearby, a shy, rosette dancer who gleefully jerked back against his crotch, and a blonde princess that was happy to mix in her own rounds of mischief or merriment whenever she whimmed.
A fine trio whose gifts simply kept on giving.
Their fornications lasted until the very last candle burned low. Morgan's bedroom was cast in darkness, with not but the single light that flickered at his bedside to cast lascivious shadows on the revelry. It seemed that no matter how much they worked or what manner of trick they used, that the lad's loads simply ran and ran forever. Never tiring, never slowing.
It mattered little which hole was used. A mouth was soon flooded with cum until the mother would try to choke him down and fill her already-full stomach. Hips could roll and undulate until exhaustion, and the only result would be more cum to slosh in an already-packed womb. The same fate would befall the rump as his cock was pumped until he packed their asses with spunk. What didn't land in their bodies instead covered their flesh from toe to brow and finger to finger.
Acts and hours rolled together until it became a haze. At some point, their antics had brought all of them together at once. Cordelia ended up back on his lap, feet flat and legs wide as she rolled her hips up and down his hard cock. Morgan settled back from the edge as he clutched Olivia for support. His sudden act made the dancer's knees rub together as she sat at his side and watched the debauchery. His legs shifted until he felt the supple skin of princess Lissa as she leaned forwarded and huddled between his legs at the foot of the bed.
"Ooooh, Morgan~" moaned the redheaded paragon as she happily bounced atop his cock. The stains of seed clung to her sweaty body as dried ropes that cracked and crumpled with every twitch. Similar bondage of breeder's batter roped around Olivia, specifically around her breasts and off her thighs where she'd serviced him at some point in the early morning. Lissa herself was also stained front to back, but she paid it no heed as her tongue lapped and slathered over Morgan's sore sacs just below where Cordelia's pussy loomed over the princess's head.
The lad turned and latched his mouth around Olivia's hard nipple. The dancer squirmed and shuddered as he suckled her like a newborn. She shivered as a strand of spit from their earlier kiss drooped down between their lips until it clung between her breast and mouth. Morgan's free hand snaked around her shapely hips and gave her plush, cum-stuffed rump a good firm smack
"Ooh!"
Olivia squeaked and shuddered as a slurry of cum and quim leaked out onto the bed below her. The juices from her pussy dripped and drizzled between her thighs. She perked up in shock from the sudden grope and shifted closer in his grasp as she squeezed the back of his head. Her fingers sunk into his messy curls as she gave his mouth more room to play with her hard teat while her own hand supported itself atop her breast. "M-Morgan," she whined as her ring pressed into her sweaty cleavage.
Lissa perked up and glanced up between Morgan and Cordelia's legs. The seeds of dried cum shifted in her hair as it bounced and swayed atop her head. She ignored all that as she instead ran her hand down the boy's leg and then right back up his inner thigh until she could caress his nuts as they swayed before her. The princess gave both of them a light pinch as she lapped her tongue up and down to clean off any sweat, quim, or semen that had built up around his crotch. She wound up getting a lot of Cordelia's juices as the pegasus knight's desire leaked down Morgan's cock and right onto her lady's outstretched tongue.
But the blonde girl didn't mind. On the contrary -she found the taste quite delectable. Both on her palate and in the heat that churned in her stuffed womb. Her free hand reached down and played with her sore pussy lips until her fingers were sticky with webs of Morgan's seed. The princess rubbed herself off as she indulged in the sweet symphony of flavors and cries that played out above her. She finally let go of his nut and instead gripped his thigh for support until her own ring was lost between Morgan and Cordelia's thighs.
"C-Cold!"
The knight's hand flew up to her lips as she gasped at Lissa's ring near her shapely rump. Her sudden cry elicited a giggle from the other girls, though Olivia's was more tepid and almost timid compared to the princesses' muffled chuckle. Any further words of protest died on Cordelia's tongue when she felt Morgan's hand wrap around her hip in a way that made her toes curl into the mattress.
"O-Ooooh~"
Cordelia shifted back slightly as her legs continued to do the full brunt of the work. She felt minor spasms from Morgan's body, but the drained lad had his attention divested towards the rosette dancer while the blonde princess beneath them lapped away. Occasionally, she felt a sudden chill from either Lissa's ring or her tongue while the knight focused on her brisk pumping pace. She reached back to grip Morgan's shoulder for much-needed support as more and more sultry sighs passed her lips. "Haaaah," she mewled into her fingertips and smeared her ring against her neck.
The candle burned out over the throaty moans and subtle squeaks of a birthday boy's bed laden with beautiful mothers…
"Hwwaaaaaah...aaaah~"
Lissa snuggled up to Morgan without a single care of her ravished state or the stains she left on his poor, abused cloak. His arm stayed tight around her back and cupped her shoulder. Her own hands stayed curled around his bare stomach or up around his nape. A duet of contentful coos rung out against the other side and below to show where the knight and dancer had wound up. The peaks of light from the nearby window showed an unseen dawn that crept ever closer to the quartered. Yet they hardly gave such a notion any thought as their weary bodies got much-needed rest.
The princess was nearly lulled back to sleep when she felt her makeshift pillow twitch and stir. Tiredly, she glanced up and gazed at Morgan's oddly pensive face. Something in the way she stirred made him glance down with mild shock. "You're still awake?" he asked her.
She nodded and winced at the aches from her sore body. "Oof. Of course I am - it's gonna take more than a few hours of sex to tire me out, you know~" she pulled herself against his side.
Morgan's arm shifted around Lissa's shoulder and held her in a one-armed embrace. "You don't want more...do you?" he shuddered.
Lissa's response was to reach down between his legs and gently poke the flaccid cock that rested just over Olivia's forehead. The sticky seed that had pooled there made her bristle before she pulled the now-soiled digit back towards her mouth.
"Pretty sure that's my answer. You're not gonna be able to get it up and enjoy yourself, so I think we can say we're done for the night, yeah?" she asked before she plopped her finger between her lips. Her tongue lightly feathered over the invasive digit as she lapped and sucked off his seed as a nice, after-sex treat.
"Yeah, I suppose so," he admitted. Lissa chuckled at his state until a shift at his other side drew their attention to the redheaded knight. "Oh, Cordelia?"
"You two were too loud - I couldn't get back to sleep," she growled in a tone that was hardly unkind. If anything, it sounded more like a purr that matched well with her unkempt red hair. At one point she'd lost a wingpin, while the other instead had tipped forward until it pointed skyward. She didn't even bother to correct this issue as her arms stayed firmly locked around his body until she had both hands pressed into his other hip.
Morgan winced at the dueling tugs between blonde and redhead before he glanced down at the rosette in his lap "Does that mean that Olivia is-?"
"Phewwww~" Olivia breathed deep, eyes still shut beneath a mask of dried cum. She shifted slightly until her hair dropped back over her face as her slumber resumed. Her hands stayed around his hips as her nails lightly raked against his stomach.
"Nope - she's still out," Lissa chuckled. The other two spared soft chortles at the dancer's state before silence settled back over them. Morgan looked back up at the top of his bed. If he squinted, he could just make out the marks where Olivia's feet had brushed over. Either that or when Lissa's fingers clawed up there or Cordelia's head brushed against the top. It wasn't easy to tell.
"Hey, Morgan...did you ever think about um...well, you know what we talked about?"
Morgan turned to the blonde princess with a wince. He could well guess what she meant, and it wouldn't feel right to leave her wanting for a response after such a long, thoughtful night. He reluctantly answered in a way that he knew would hardly please her, or the other two women. "Yeah I have...and I don't think my answer's changed," he admitted.
"Wow, not even after all that?" Lissa huffed. Though even in his lethargic state, he could tell it wasn't really iration as much her sounding genuinely hurt by his answer. He felt Cordelia shift over until she reached across him and tugged his cloak like a poor, lost child.
"Morgan...can you tell us why, at least?" The knight pleaded. He struggled to meet her gaze thanks to the pure, raw emotion that shone in the paragon's eyes. The princess nodded, as she too wanted to know why he rejected their offers to officiate their complex affair.
"I just...it wouldn't be fair for me to take that away from you. Or you, Lissa. Or Olivia for that matter," he tried to explain. Lissa cocked her head, while Cordelia stuck to a single raised brow.
"What's 'That', Morgan?" the knight asked.
Morgan struggled to lift his arm through the girl's embrace. Eventually, he managed to free his hand and gently tapped over Lissa's palm. Specifically, the cool metal band wrapped around her finger. A gift from her son who had crossed from the future, who had himself received it as a memento for the mother he'd lost. Next, he touched Cordelia's ring - another gift from a daughter beyond time, who clutched the heirloom she received from her mother's martyrdom. Lastly, he dipped down and gently caressed Olivia's finger while she silently dreamed of her now-grown son that gave her such a treasure.
"These rings...they mean something. They mean you all find your happiness, and I don't wanna steal that from any of you," He explained as best he could.
To his credit, his reason seemed sound enough to offer no rebuttal too. Neither the princess nor the knight could muster a response against him, and especially not the dancer who snuggled up in his lap. Regardless of the stains of sin that covered their bodies, they still felt touched by Morgan in a way that went beyond their close, intimate embrace.
And that just made things even worse.
Lissa opened her mouth but was beaten to the quick by a pained grunt from the lad's lips. She blinked and shook her head clear as her more clinical, maternally medical facade settled into place. "Okay, Mr. Selfless -you win this round. But you do need more bedrest. Cleric's orders. Maybe a good day's sleep will do you some good."
"I think you'd want clean sheets if you were gonna do that," Cordelia mused but made no motions of actual protest. Before anyone could retort, a sudden shift and whimper from below drew their eyes down.
"H-hard...C-C-C-cold, Olivia whimpered in her slumber. Her hands blindly groped back for the nearby sheets and tugged them up over her shoulders. "Mmmm, soft...and waaaaaaaarm~" she giggled and resumed her snooze.
Lissa and Cordelia chuckled before they pulled themselves tighter against Morgan's body until they were cocooned between his body and his long, warm cloak. Neither one really had the heart to pull the sheets up higher if it wound up over the poor dancer's head. So they'd just have to make do with Morgan's body heat to keep themselves nice and comfortable. Something that he gladly did as he pulled them closer against him.
With Lissa on his left, Cordelia his right, and Olivia at his lap, Morgan rested quite easily that morning. The trio's warmth easily overpowered the cool sting of their wedding bands as his thoughts drifted to things that could yet come. Dreams that the mothers themselves had as they truly imagined what it could be like to have a full, rich life with a young lad who had so perfectly captured their hearts.
If only he would let them into his.