Marquess' Mirth
Castle Pherae was abuzz with commotion once more. However, it wasn't for the same reasons as before. With peace reigning across Elibe, leaders from across the land would have annual discussions on how to maintain harmony. Most were held in other Kingdoms of the land, meaning Eliwood would have to leave his home to attend. Despite their close relationship, Eleanora would be unable to go with him, as someone had to hold power in case something were to befall the new Marquess. But this time was different. The meeting was being held at their Castle, meaning they wouldn't have to be apart for it.
Unfortunately, their ability to meet and discuss politics with the other Country leaders rested on Eliwood's retainer, Marcus. While some objected to the notion, the knight proved himself to be up to date on current events and in the know about political affairs. Some questioned him on why he was taking the Noble's spot. The man told them what the Queen's stewardess Isadora told him: He had come down with an illness.
Unbeknownst to any of them, The Lady Knight stretched the truth on that matter.
While it was true that Lord Eliwood was having issues with his sleep as of late, his sickness was greatly exaggerated. But why would a servant of the Queen lie about such matters?
To help give the Mother and Son some bonding time, of course.
While many attendants could have helped aid the sick Marquess, Eleanora turned them all down, insisting that she would handle it herself. With the woman's proficiency in Staves, nobody suspected anything amiss to be going on.
Little did they know what sort of debasing actions the two would indulge in.
With all the servants far away from the Royal Chamber, The two of them could make all the noise they wanted with little to no chance of being caught. Despite the sun hanging high in the sky, the room strayed from its illumination with thick drapes covering the windows, leaving only slivers of light to shine through and show inklings of their incestuous actions.
As they laid in the large Royal bed, the naked Queen serenaded her Son's face with kisses, leaving no inch untouched by her smooches. Her hand traced up her Son's abs as she savored his nude form."M-Mother, please… This is embarrassing…" Eliwood commented. He gave half-hearted attempts to stop his Mother's pecks, ultimately giving in to her wiles.
Eleanora giggled. She just couldn't get over how adorable her Son was. "Please, save your energy, dear. Let Mother take care of her sick Son for today." She cooed, sneaking in one last kiss on his cheek. Eliwood scratched the back of his fiery head of hair. He knew he couldn't shirk his duties, but the pull of his Mother was just too tempting to ignore.
"I-I know that it has been a while since we last did this, Mother, but I am needed for the meeting."
The Queen clicked her tongue. "It will be fine, Eliwood. Marcus is a capable man. If he can hold his own in battle, he can certainly take your stead." She leaned her head into the nape of his neck, her words tickling his skin as she spoke. "And wouldn't you rather help your Mother relieve some stress than have to deal with Marquess Erik and Desmond?"
Eliwood felt himself begin to sweat. He was certainly not looking forward to meeting with those two. Not only that, but Eleanora's words were getting a rise out of his nether regions. As a last-ditch effort, his brain shambled together an excuse. "B-But what about- What if someone sees or hears us?" He stammered. His Mother let out another giggle, her fingers slowly tiptoeing towards his tower.
"I have a very trusted retainer keeping anyone from coming close." She breathed. Her fingers arrived at their target, slowly caressing the Marquess' shaft as she continued. "And what if they see? Let them. Their feelings cannot hamper what we already have."
All of Eliwood's doubts melted away at that moment. His body finally decided to reciprocate his Mother's advances, with his fingers combing through her long, purple locks as he stared into her eyes. There was a certain kind of beauty that his Mother always had. He wasn't sure what about her enticed him so, but her well-endowed body was certainly a factor. He planted a kiss on her forehead, his trepidation fading as a smile took hold. "...You always did know what to say, Mother…" He admitted.
Eleanora giggled. "Well, I aim to please." She leaned in, her words tickling the new King's ear. "...And while you may have grown up a lot, I see no reason to not pamper my child."
Eliwood's breath hitched at her words. His erection throbbed in the Queen's hand, enticing Eleanora to whisper more honeyed words in her Son's ear.
"My, My, you've certainly grown a lot since you were a boy. I am a lucky woman indeed." Eleanora's soft voice left Eliwood silent. The Marquess stopped stroking the woman's hair, instead pulling her closer into his embrace as she continued to murmur. "And so long as you are in my life, we can continue to indulge in each other this way. Who knows, perhaps we could… Add more women for my sweet, strong Son to enjoy. What do you think of that?"
Her sweet nothings gripped his heart like a vice, leaving him wanting- no, aching for more. His instincts began to guide him, having his hips buck against her tight grip, as well as leaving little nibbles on his Mother's skin with his teeth. Eleanora let out a soft coo, a small chuckle following shortly after as her Son indulged in the taste of her neck. The feistiness of his actions was a clear indicator that, despite the boy's previous trepidation, he likely wanted this more than she did.
That fiery passion between the two got snuffed in an instant by a knock at the door. Eliwood froze in place while Eleanora looked to the door.
"My Liege, are you still in there?"
Eliwood cocked his head. That voice on the other end sounded familiar. "Isadora?" He called back.
"Yes, Milord. Lady Eleanora told me to come here alone once the area was clear. Is all well?"
Eliwood was a little perplexed by her statement. 'Mother wanted this? Why? Was her earlier statement-'
The Marquess' thoughts got broken by his Mother's voice. "Please, come in, Isadora!" Eliwood's eyes became like saucers as the door slowly opened. Was his Mother mad!? His attempts to cover himself were thwarted by his Mother, who kept him bare and exposed to the guest coming in.
"No! Not yet! We're not-!" He cried out. Eliwood watched in horror as the Lady Knight came in the door, helpless to stop her from entering. He closed his eyes, ready to face the harsh judgment of someone who wouldn't understand.
"Milord, is everything alri-"
She paused as soon as she poked her head through the doorway, seeing the acts of sin on display. Eliwood wasn't sure what sort of expression she wore, but he was certain that his look of shame rang through. What would she do? Would she tell around the castle of this incestuous affair? Would she go to the meeting currently being held and tell all? Why would his Mother allow this to happen?
"...O-Oh… I…" Isadora began, trailing off as her eyes brushed over the scene. A hot wash of shame overcame the Marquess. Millions of thoughts flooded his head, all filled with worst-case scenarios of this moment.
But even through all those thoughts, what happened next wasn't something he could've foreseen.
"...I see that you have begun without me." Eliwood opened his eyes, confusion replacing the shame he once felt. Isadora closed the door and walked closer to the duo, a slight look of annoyance on her face.
"I apologize, Isadora. But you must understand that neither of us could wait. We haven't been able to do this for months!" Eleanora replied, stroking her stunned Son's shaft once more.
Eliwood's perplexed mug didn't go unnoticed by the Lady Knight. "Did you not inform Lord Eliwood that I would be joining in?"
Eleanora giggled. "I thought it best to be a surprise." She looked at her boy. "A million apologies, my beloved. It was not my intention to scare you so."
The Marquess had to take a deep breath to slow his heart rate. Afterwards, he let out a chuckle. "To think there would be someone in this Castle who accepts this taboo…" He mused. He leaned over and gave his Mother a quick peck on the forehead. "You have nothing to be sorry about, Mother. In fact, I appreciate you doing this for me."
The Queen smirked. "It's my duty as a Mother to make sure you are well taken care of. So please, allow me to pamper you." She upped her slow strokes on her Son's shaft. Eliwood let out a soft coo, relaxing the tension in his body as Eleanora serviced him. He didn't realize just how rigid he was from the earlier scare.
The Queen adjusted her position, sliding her body closer to her Son's face. The small rays of sun showed inklings of Eliwood's nude body to Isadora, who did her best not to gawk at his figure. She sucked in her lips as she watched, hoping it would mask her drooling. Was this really happening? Sure, Eleanora had been… unusually open to her about her affair with her Son, but to actually witness it was a whole new level of bizarre. The way they fornicated was too natural considering their blood ties. And yet, she wanted a part in it. Her eyes became fixated on the Marquess' manhood, noting the sheer size of it.
"Isadora." The Queen began, snapping the Lady Knight of her trance. "I would recommend you start undressing. If you act too slow, I may decide not to share." Isadora nodded, quickly stripping her armor off. The Queen gave a giggle as she looked back at her Son. "How is it, Eliwood? Just as good as you remember?"
Eliwood shook his head. "Far better."
Eleanora smiled at his comment. "Well, you will be happy to know that I added one more little surprise to our outing. And before you ask, no, it is not another woman." Eliwood looked a bit perplexed. What else could she add to this experience? His gaze shifted to his Mother's breast mere inches from his face. Judging by his Mother's body language, she was almost begging him to play with it. Without much thought, Eliwood gave her chest a soft squeeze. His eyes widened as a white liquid escaped from her nipple, making the Queen moan in delight. Eleanora quivered at her Son's touch, her smile growing wider as she began to explain. "What do you think of this healing magic? It certainly helps make wet-nurses easier to find, wouldn't you say?" Eliwood was silent for a moment, still a bit shocked by this sudden development. The Queen only giggled at his reaction, her hand carefully massaging her Son's member. She took a breath, ready to tease her boy's silence. That breath quickly became a sharp gasp as Eliwood's mouth enveloped her nipple, suckling the sweet treat from her tit. "Eliw- Oooh!" She cried, her body shaking from the feeling. Her strokes on her Son's member wavered but held strong as her boy continued to drink.
Isadora watched on, almost finished with discarding her clothing. She looked down at her chest. Just as she thought, Her bra was practically drenched in milk. She was certain Eleanora had heightened her body's sensitivity with her magic. Just the slightest touch seemed to make her breasts spill a bit of liquid. She sighed, discarding the last of her undergarments. Hopefully this wouldn't get out of hand. The blue haired Knight looked back to the bed as the delighted squeals of the Queen filled the room. She had just undressed and already Eleanora was moaning in pleasure. Was Eliwood really that good? Her absent mind held her attention, letting her gaze wander freely and, inadvertently, to the Marquess' 'Rapier'. A tinge of jealousy overcame the knight. The Queen's moans in her ears paired with the sight of the King's member began to let her imagination run wild. Her thighs rubbed together as excitement began to fill her core. Her teeth gripped her bottom lip. Her hand dawdled down to her crotch. Just like her bra, her nether region was drenched. Before she knew it, Isadora was pleasuring herself to the sight.
Eleanora's hand eventually dropped due to her Son's sucking, unable to focus on stroking his shaft. Her hand dug into the bed, gripping the sheets as she felt her breasts drain their supply of milk. Her body trembled as pleasure rushed through her. It was an odd feeling to breastfeed her son again. But now, due to her Son's aggressive behavior towards her boobs, the pleasure was heightened. The Marquess reached his hands to her chest, squeezing more milk from her tit to enjoy. "A-Aaah! Eliwood!" She cried, quivering in delight at her boy's actions. Her breath quickly became hitched as her son extracted more of her milk, reveling in the sensation flooding her body.
With Eliwood's cock now free from his Mother's grasp, Isadora's imagination became much more vibrant. Where would she take it first? Should she stuff it between her breasts? Her boobs would likely lube up his erection if she did. Should she take it down her throat? Intercourse was something she never tried before, so taking it in the mouth would help silence her moans. Should she take it in her cunt? Her fingers were already doing a good job, but for the Marquess' manhood to be stuffed in there… The thought excited her immensely. Despite her bottom lip being held in place by her teeth, her lips curled into a smile. She knew exactly what she wanted to do now.
As if on cue, Eleanora pulled away from her son, gasping for air in between giggles. "...That was… Wonderful, my love…" she panted. Her legs shook as she stood, droplets of milk falling from her breast and onto the floor below. Eliwood wiped his mouth with his hand, surprised by how much he enjoyed his treat. Eleanora meanwhile, glanced over to Isadora, noticing just how eager she was for her son. A look of steady concentration was written on the Knight's face as she fingered herself. The sight was something to behold for sure. Eleanora smiled. "Isadora." She began, breaking the Knight from her stupor. "You are more than welcome to take my spot."
A delighted grin overcame the girl as she strutted towards the King. "You have my gratitude, My Liege." With each step, her hips seemed to sway in a hypnotic rhythm, grabbing Eliwood's attention as she got closer to the bed. With her clothing now discarded, nothing was left to the Marquess' imagination. Her curvy and voluptuous figure rivaled his Mother's. Her long, blue hair only complimented the red lipstick she wore. Her hips were wider than he would have expected, but their size showed just how proficient she was at riding. And judging from the way the woman was crawling onto the bed, that was exactly what she planned to demonstrate.
Eleanora backed away for a moment, attempting to regain her composure and keep herself off her boy. She knew this magic would feel good, but she didn't expect something like this. It was truly an incredible sensation. She took a few deep breaths, hoping it would steady her posture. She looked to the bed, watching as her loyal Knight approached her Son like a predator about to pounce.
And pounce she did.
Before Eliwood knew it, Isadora was on top of him, claiming his lips with her own. Her neediness was evident in her actions, with her tongue attempting to slip into his mouth. "Isa-!" Eliwood began, his words being muted by the Knight's insistence on tasting his saliva. Eliwood hesitated to make a move, deciding to see where Isadora would take this. A delighted mewl echoed through the Knight's lips as she began to fish up the Marquess' tongue, having it intermingle with her own. Her body began to press tighter on the boy, digging him further into the bed as her hips began to grind on him. Her chest pushed against Eliwood's, forcing driblets of her milk to drip down the boy's body.
The sounds of the pair kissing began to fill the room, rousing the Queen's libido once more. The temptation to join was great, but Eleanora thought it better for Isadora to have her moment. Perhaps she'll step in later…
Isadora took her mouth away from her Lord's, panting heavily as she leaned over to whisper into his ear. "Thank you, my Lord… I needed this… So, so much…" Before Eliwood could reciprocate, her lips sealed his words once more, this kiss being more passionate than lustful. Eliwood lifted the both of them upright, getting ready to seize control of the situation. Upon doing so, The Marquess realized just how much of a size difference there was between the two. Isadora was almost an entire head above him. Isadora seemed to notice his surprise, breaking their lip lock to let out a giggle. "I assume you're used to seeing me on horseback?"
Eliwood rubbed the back of his head. "It would appear so…"
Isadora shook her head with a grin. "Well, I surmise that all that horseback training would make me well suited for this." She looked down to the boy's erection, watching as it throbbed against her soaked pussy. The woman slowly lifted herself, lining herself up carefully to the King's prick. "Shall we?" she asked, a bit of trepidation in her voice.
Eliwood placed his hands on her hips. "Whenever you are ready." He smiled. "I can help guide you if you wish."
The Lady Knight gave one last peck to the Marquess' forehead as thanks for his gracious offer before slowly sliding down. Her breath shook as she took more and more of the boy's cock inside her, inching carefully as to not cause any discomfort. Before she knew it, she was sitting on Eliwood's lap. She let out a nervous laugh, a sense of pride filling her in realization that she took it all. But that pride paled in comparison to the current thing filling her nether region. "Mmmm… It's all in…" she whispered, wiggling her waist to get accustomed to the size. A joyous mewl seeped through her lips, her delightful tone serenading the Marquess and Queen.
Eliwood had to subdue a gasp. The way Isadora felt was absolutely indescribable. The feeling of her velvet walls rivaled his Mother's. The desire to bounce the Lady Knight on his waist was great, but his resolve was greater. He would be a man of his word and let Isadora get comfortable. Luckily for him, her jovial attitude was a sign that the opportunity would present itself soon.
Isadora began with a slow roll of her hips, letting Eliwood's erection feel every inch of her tight twat. The duo let out a slow coo as they got used to the other.
"Isadora… You feel incredible…" Eliwood said, the grip on his hands tightening ever so slightly.
"Thank you, Milord. You feel just as divine." Isadora shivered in delight as she felt his cock throb inside her. His manhood was so… Perfect. The shape and size of it hit every spot it needed, her body jittering each time it grazed her sweet spot. With each motion of her waist, her smile got wider.
Eliwood was going through a similar feeling. While the action was slower than he would have liked, the amount of juices her hole had produced was staggering. It made even the slightest motion feel like heaven. The warmth her pussy gave was so inviting, it was almost as if it was tempting him to never leave. Her folds squeezed and twitched from the slightest of movements, rubbing every part it could of the boy's cock.
Each groove and bump her twat had in store for him was a new experience, leaving him clamoring for more. He fought off that urge to thrust into the woman's tight hole, his gaze drifting towards her large breasts. A different idea filled his mind at the sight. He placed his mouth over one of the exposed nipples, sucking what he could from her jugs.
Isadora jerked at the sudden explosion of pleasure flowing through her. Before she could even register the Marquess' actions, his free hand began to knead her other boob, making her voice reach the heavens. "M-Milord! AHH!" She screamed, her lips pursing into a whistle. Eleanora watched on, utterly transfixed by her Son's actions. That familiar heat she felt began to stir her loins, making her body ache for some sort of touch. Before the Queen knew it, she was doing what her servant did prior and masturbating at the sight before her. It felt… Strange to watch the action from afar, but she got an odd satisfaction at watching her son pleasure her closest companion.
The Queen's low moans were but a murmur to Isadora's voice, which reverberated in the bedroom. "Milord! Milord!" She chanted, giving ample encouragement to the King. Isadora's body kicked itself into gear from Eliwood's action, her hips now comfortable to bounce on his lap. The bobs her body made were short and sweet, letting the tip of the Marquess' 'crown' rub against her weak spot repeatedly.
The way Eliwood's shaft was getting treated was one thing, but being able to enjoy a drink during it all was just another bonus. Isadora's chest seemed to contain ample amounts of milk, helping to sustain him with its delectable taste. The hand kneading her other boob traced circles around her nipple, helping stimulate her body with euphoria.
"Enjoying yourself, Isadora?" The Queen piped up. She already knew the answer. Isadora's performance was signal enough. Eleanora's smile became smug as she leaned closer, a delicious idea brewing in her brain. "You know, Eliwood and I would do this frequently. Ever since his coronation." The Queen's fingers began to dig more into her wet entrance, memories of that night bringing a shiver up her spine. "After that n-night, we would find many excuses to do more of those debasing actions with one another. I-In fact, before these international meetings became prevalent, we did it every day." Isadora seemed to squirm at the Queen's words, Eleanora's plan already working itself out. "Eliwood and I had done it so often that his endurance is… Staggering, to say the least." The Queen leaned in close to the bouncing beauty, her words hoping to tantalize the lady. "Not only can he surpass the best of them easily, but he also is a smart young man. He knows how to get a reaction out of you and always leaves you satisfied. It matters not how much he fills you with nor how rough you are, Eliwood will find a way to please you."
Eliwood's cheeks became a hue of red at his Mother's praises. Isadora on the other hand became much more ecstatic at the Queen's flaunting. Her final words danced in the Lady Knight's head, making her want to test out the Queen's claims. Her hips suddenly grew a fervor neither the Queen nor Marquess had seen, her plump rump bouncing rapidly off Eliwood's thighs. The sudden increase in speed made Eliwood lose his lips grip on her breast, which now caused short sprays of milk to fly about. Eliwood grunted at the Lady Knight's newfound energy, trying his best to reclaim the breast that escaped him. Her constant and quick bobs down on his lap made claiming it hard with his mouth alone, leaving his free hand to grab hold of the soft flesh.
Isadora's words seemed to slur as pleasure began to build up in her system. "Milord! Muhlord! Muh-Muuuuhhhhh!" A sort of delirium overtook Isadora, with her face having a silly yet provocative look. Her eyes locked onto the Marquess below her, her grin seeming to stretch from ear to ear as she rode him. Every time she slammed onto the King, pleasure reverberated up her core. The slightest of motions only aided in that affair, making the Knight never want to stop riding.
Eliwood was surprised he was able to keep up with the Knight. Sure, what his Mother said about him was true, but these last few nights had been sleepless ones. Whether it be due to him and his Mother 'celebrating', some strange dream he could never quite remember, or a mix of the two, he never felt quite at the stamina level he once was at.
However, He knew full well he wasn't going to let himself be bested so easily.
Eliwood bucked his hips up to meet Isadora's, making that satisfying sound of slapping skin all the more clear. He gave the woman a smile as he began to once again knead her breasts, this time showing no mercy or hesitation. Isadora's voice did the impossible and got higher, her voice serenading the two in the room with their song of sex and sin. "Gods, you truly are a beautiful woman, Isadora…" He said, hoping his honeyed words would add to The Knight's experience.
Sure enough, it did. Isadora's howling voice began to gain a bit of semblance, vocabulary now coming back to her. "Y-You… You're too kind, miLORD!"
Eliwood smirked. "Please, there are no reasons for titles here. Mother, You and I are all equals here."
Isadora gave shaky head nods, her hair becoming a bit frayed. "Of course, Mil-Eliwood! N-Now please, don't stop!"
With that, Eliwood began to reciprocate. He dropped one on his hands from her chest, replacing it with his mouth to resume his suckling. Before the Lady Knight could pull away out of instinct, his hand wrapped around her back, leaving the girl with no escape methods.
"E-Eliwood!" She exclaimed, her words taking more breath as she rode wildly on his crotch. Any sort of refinement was lost as lust took over. This once dignified woman was now panting for more of the Marquess' manhood. Her craving for his cock seemed to be the only thing on her mind as she bounced on his lap. "G-Gods, don't stop! Never stop!" She pleaded, hoping that this moment would never end.
Their slaps of skin gained an enjoyable rhythm for Eleanora to listen to, making her hands tunnel deeper into her snatch. The Queen's legs shook as she watched her son work on her servant, relishing just how fervently the two were going. Their wanton melody was made even better by the voices joining in. Whether it was Isadora's booming cries for more or her son's quiet grunts, Eleanora couldn't get enough. Her sex dripped down her fingers as she played with herself, hoping to get another round with her son.
The delicious liquid that leaked from Isadora's bosom seemed to grant energy to its consumer. Eliwood showed no signs of fatigue as he met the woman's waist with his own. Unfortunately for both of them, he could feel his limit approaching. He wasn't sure if he should or even could pull out of Isadora at this point. However, the Lady Knight's walls began to contract rapidly, as if the woman in question was just as close as he was. Before he could pull his head away and alert her, the woman's arms wrapped tightly around the boy, leaving him no room to speak. Her hips slammed down onto Eliwood with incredible vigor, leaving the boy to interpret that she was more than okay with what was coming.
In an attempt to make her approaching climax as wonderful as possible, Eliwood put more pressure on her breasts. His mouth pressed tighter and his hand squeezed harder, coaxing her milky mounds to squirt their liquid. With one last ecstatic howl, Isadora came. Her persistent pounding on the boy's crotch came to a sudden halt as her body reached its limit. Her core was rocked by the oncoming wave of bliss coursing through her, making her shake involuntarily. Eliwood gave a few more thrusts into her contracting twat before following suit, letting his spunk loose into the woman's folds and repaying her for the delight stored in her breasts. The Marquess' hips bucked a few more times out of instinct, letting out what he could into the needy Knight with a gruff groan. Isadora's iron grip on the boy wavered, pleasure softening her muscles as she arched back. Her sudden conceit made her breasts fly free from the boy, her milk now shooting about haphazardly. The feeling of the recently crowned King's seed filling her… It was incredible.
The woman's voice let out a few huffs of breath before diminishing into a quiet hiss, laying on the bed as her body recovered from the tiring event. The white liquid coming from her breasts eventually ebbed out, with the only motion made by her being her breathing. Eliwood pulled his member free from Isadora's shaft, a small string of their mixed juices keeping their bodies connected. Eliwood took a breath, wiping sweat from his forehead as he looked at what he accomplished. The way Isadora quietly mewled made it clear that the woman was more than satisfied. He let out a sigh, happy that he now had a chance to rest…
Only for his Mother's lips to wrap around his erection's crown.
"M-Mother!?" Eliwood exclaimed. He practically jumped back at her sudden appearance. His mind had been so clouded with pleasing the Knight that he forgot she witnessed it all. The woman looked up at him, pleased by his sudden reaction. She quickly got to work, slurping up the mixed juices of his previous session while humming a delighted tune. In what seemed like seconds, the Marquess' 'sword' became sheathed in his Mother's mouth.
Eliwood let out a gasp, unprepared for the wave of pleasure his Mother was going to subject him through. He arched forward, bunching up the bedsheets in his hands as Eleanora bobbed her head. Her moderate pace helped keep her son's erection from dwindling. Her lips reached the base of his manhood repeatedly, showing her incredible skill at such an action. Each time she pulled away, her cheeks would cave in, giving the boy a nice massage and a tight passage.
Eliwood grit his teeth, still sensitive from the last session. "M-Mother, please-!" He begged, hoping she would show a bit of mercy. The Queen stopped momentarily, giving her Son a wink before resuming her bobs, hands now resting on his thighs.
Eliwood was now primed and ready for another round, with Eleanora greedily indulging his member within her maw. The Marquess squirmed about, hoping to find some way to free himself from his Mother.
To his surprise, the Queen let up. She allowed his member to pop free of her mouth, licking her lips as she backed away. The half-lidded gaze she gave her son showed how much she wanted to be greedy, but she relented. Instead, she nudged the recovering Lady Knight, hoping to rouse her.
Isadora did rise, still covered in sweat from the last session. She wiped her forehead as she sat upright, curious to what the Queen wanted from her.
"Isadora, I would encourage you to make the most of this opportunity." She stated, eyes fixated on her son as she crawled closer to him. "I know just how wonderful my Son can be in bed, so I can only stall my desire from him for so long. It is only a matter of time before I give in and take him for myself." She stole a kiss from Eliwood, glancing back to the Knight with a smile. "You best use this time wisely, because he'll be all mine after this."
With that, the Queen pushed her breast into her Son's face, goading him into taking a drink. Isadora watched in fascination as Eliwood took his Mother's nipple into his mouth, suckling the sweet nectar within. The Queen immediately let out a moan, her body already trembling at her Son's touch.
"Mmph, Eliwood!" She exclaimed, biting her bottom lip as she felt her milk being extracted. "Just like that, dear! Please, help yourself to as much as you want!" The feeling was addicting, so much so that she was tempted to use this magic more often. Her arms wrapped around her beloved's head, keeping him locked against her breast.
The Knight looked back to the Marquess' scepter, unsure on how to go about it. Should she ride it again? Should she take it into her mouth? Her mind wracked for ideas, hoping the Queen would be kind and let her have more time.
Then, it all clicked together.
Isadora closed the distance between her body and Eliwood's. In what seemed like seconds, the woman enveloped the Marquess' manhood in between her breasts, giving it a nice and cushy hold. She squeezed her chest with her hands, getting a feel for this unusual position. It felt strange, but Eliwood's jittering told her she was on the right track. Her motions began slowly, trying to understand the rhythm she should go at. Isadora let out a soft coo as she stroked the boy's cock with her breasts. The pressure she was applying was making her jugs leaked their liquid, trailing down her boobs and onto Eliwood's body. At the very least, the small amounts being extracted helped keep her skin smooth and malleable for the boy to enjoy.
"What do you think, Mi- Eliwood? Does this satisfy you?" She asked. A muffled moan left the Marquess' mouth, telling her to continue her motions.
Eliwood felt incredibly lucky to be in this situation. It seemed like he didn't even have to do anything. But his nature told him to assist. So, without a word, a hand snaked its way under his Mother's crotch, quickly sticking some fingers into her snatch for her to enjoy. The Queen's teeth began to grind together as her lips parted into a smile. Hushed laughter eeped through her teeth, communicating her thankfulness to her Son. But he wasn't done yet. His other hand grabbed her free breast, fondling and toying with the perky nipple. Eleanora's attempts to keep her voice down fell through as her Son played with her chest, her cries echoing through the chamber.
"A-Ah, Eliwood! Don't stop!" Eleanora gushed praises from her throat and milk from her tits, nourishing her boy both physically and mentally. Eliwood couldn't get enough of his Mother's delicious drink, slurping down as much as he could as he focused on his hand movements. While his fingers expertly navigated her folds, his free hand showed no mercy with her breast. His firm grip and suckling elicited her cleavage to spill more milk than usual, allowing the Queen's pleasure to elevate. Her body quivered at her Son's touch, with her twat contracting as his fingers dug deeper in.
The sight before Isadora was awe-inspiring for sure, but the Knight had to stay focused. Despite the blush on her face, she kept her composure, continuing her breasts bouncing as milk dripped from her nipples. The liquid contained in them seemed never-ending, likely an addition that Eleanora had put in. The plus to all of this was that Isadora felt bits and pieces of pleasure as she moved her body against his.
Before she knew it, the Lady Knight picked up the pace, understanding the tempo her body should move to. She alternated the motions of her breasts, no longer synchronizing her boobs as she fiddled with The King's shaft.
"That's it Dearie, k-keep drinking from your Mother's bosom!"
Eleanora's voice continued to goad her son. With each word she spoke, Eliwood's cock twitched. This was not lost on Isadora, who was keen to make the man's manhood burst and coat her in white. The Knight quickly brainstormed sultry words, hoping to find some weakness she could exploit.
Then it dawned on her.
"I thought you had returned Durandal, Eliwood."
It was a simple compliment, but the throbbing she felt between her breasts told her it worked. While her words couldn't compete with her Liege when it came to sweetness, she knew battle well. Analogies of training and fighting were her forté. All she had to do now was concoct and use what she could think of.
Eliwood felt like he was dreaming. Due to his lack of sleep, he was almost convinced that he was. But his Mother's words in his ear, the delectable taste filling his maw, and the bluenette massaging his crotch were all real. His fingers continued to dance around his Mother's velvet walls, repaying her words with pleasure. His other hand continued to knead Eleanora's breast, forcing more milk to excrete from her bosom. These actions left his hands covered in sticky liquid, one coated with parental love and the other slathered in heated passion. The constant coddling left him in bliss, with their honeyed words only intensifying that feeling.
"Stick your fingers deeper, dear! Gods, go deeper!"
"A valiant Knight knows how to polish a blade, wouldn't you say?"
"A-Ah! My breasts… They won't stop leaking!"
"Your 'sword' is in dire need of a bigger sheath. I hope this will suffice?"
Eliwood closed his eyes, unable to deal with the sensation of it all. Judging from the squirming and sound of his Mother, she was in a similar state. He let out a stifled moan and proceeded to go rougher on his Mother. His hand in her twat became sporadic in nature, while his hand on her bosom became like a vice grip, milking out the Queen's contents. Eleanora's high-pitched squeal echoed in his ears as her body quivered in delight. Her twat attempted to cling tightly to his fingers, but the slippery digits eluded her body's grasp.
The Queen found her words becoming putty as lust took hold. Ragged breathing and mewls took center stage as her body inched closer to a climax. Luckily, Eleanora's lack of speech was quickly overtaken by Isadora, who was more than eager to lay it on thick.
"My, my, your technique is impeccable, Eliwood! I hope that you can show me your moves sometime in the future. Perhaps I can show you a thing or two as well~"
Eliwood's hips bucked sporadically to match Isadora's strokes, a surefire sign that he was just as close as the Queen. Isadora grinned, slipping in a few more choice words to serenade the Marquess with.
"Oh? Will his Lordship show me his finishing blow? If that is the case, then show no hesitation. I am a seasoned Knight, so I can take whatever you throw at me!"
With those final words, climax occurred.
But not for Eliwood.
The Queen floundered about as her body made its release, her juices and milk spurting all over her son's hands. Her voice crescendoed with her body, reaching an all-time high that would likely be heard by any passerby's. Her son's name spilled from her howling throat, making the boy follow his Mother's example soon after.
With one final thrust of his hips, the Marquess unloaded his seed onto the Knight, shooting wad upon wad onto the Lady Knight's face and ample bosom. Isadora almost backed up from the sudden salty surprise, but continued to pound the King's scepter with her chest. Eliwood took in one final gulp from his Mother's breast as he came, exchanging the 'milk' he had lost. Eleanora's boob eventually became free from his grasp, allowing it to leak its contents and give the boy a breath. Eliwood gave one last gruff groan as he came down from cloud nine, with the Queen following close behind.
Eliwood took a moment to recompose himself, hoping that his energy would refill for a likely third round. His gaze shifted to Isadora's face. The sight of her cleaning his potential offspring from her face with her tongue… He was left in awe at the sight. The added effect of such a lewd sight kept his erection up, his body begging for another release.
Isadora wiped the last of the King's seed from her breast, lapping up the last of his salty surprise between her fingers. She closed her eyes as she enjoyed the last of his spunk, a barely audible moan leaving her lips. "It's good to see that the King will keep those below him well-fed." She said, a delighted grin now sprawled on her face. "Perhaps you'll allow me to go in for seco-"
Isadora was practically shoved back by the Queen. Before Eliwood or Isadora could ask where her sudden aggression came from, the answer presented itself. Eleanora hovered her sopping pussy over her Son's cock, her eyes seemingly transfixed on it. Isadora knew that look the Queen had. Her body had enough of the appetizers. It was time for her to dig in.
"...My turn…"
With that, Eleanora plunged herself onto her Son's shaft, letting out a howl that rivaled her previous orgasm. She faced away from her boy, allowing her to take the reins on this situation. The Queen decided to forgo the foreplay, instead pounding on her beloved's crotch with wild abandon.
"M-Mothe-ugh!" Eliwood attempted to gain some semblance of an understanding with words. Eleanora silenced him quickly and explained with actions. Her body shuddered and spasmed as pleasure began to fill her once more, making her bite her upper lip to keep herself from losing it. Both Eliwood and Isadora watched in stunned silence, unsure if they should even interrupt the Queen. Eliwood decided to abstain from taking the reins, allowing his Mother to use him until her heart was content… For now.
Isadora on the other hand wanted in. Pleasuring the King with her breasts not only left her body wanting a release, but the small amounts of milk that leaked from her bosom as she did so only added to that feeling. But what could she do? Eleanora seemed to have things under control. Not only that, but her determined expression made it seem like she wouldn't welcome interruptions.
But what if said interruptions aided in her quest for pleasure?
Isadora began to think, trying to find where she could slide in and assist her Liege. She watched on, utterly hypnotized by the conviction the woman had. The bouncing atop her Son's cock was done so expertly, showing just how much experience she had with her boy. Her hands held her knees, helping keep her body steady as well as saving energy for the whole ordeal. Her face showed her resolve, but the sides of her mouth showed signs of a smile, telling the Knight that there were cracks she could exploit. Eleanora's tits bounced freely, sprinkling droplets of milk around the bed for anyone to enjoy. Isadora sighed. It was such a waste for their breast milk to be absorbed into the bed. They had planned for more to come of it!
Now that she thought about it, she could alleviate that problem.
Eleanora looked incredibly composed on the surface, but on the inside, she was a lust-filled mess. Her body was fatigued beyond belief, but the need to feel her Son's spunk sloshing around her womb kept her going. Many thoughts passed her mind as she bounced, but nothing passed her lips no matter how much she wanted to cry out for it.
'More!'
'Eliwood, please!
'Give your Mother more!'
'No, give your Mother everything!'
'Fill your Mother to the brim! Hold nothing back!'
'Gods, never let it end! Let me and my Son do this forever!'
'Plea-'
"-SSEEe!?" Eleanora's thoughts became vocal at the sudden touch of her breasts. She came out from her headspace, realizing that she had been staring at Isadora the whole time. The Queen blinked a few times, almost as if she was trying to remember where she was. That was when she noticed the smug grin on Her retainer's face.
"My Liege, please allow me to assist in your pleasure~"
"Isadora, what do you mea-NNNnn!?"
The Queen let out a sudden cry as she felt her breasts being squeezed, her teeth grinding together as milk leaked from her tits. Her body shuddered at the touch, making her previous motions shaky. In the midst of her stupor, Isadora's playful chiding welcomed her.
"My, my, I thought Nobility was taught how to keep their composure under stress!" Eleanora's gaze met the Knight's, her eyes pleading for some mercy. The grin given back to her told her that mercy was off the table. "Fret not, Milady. Knights know how to keep a level head during times of stress. Allow me to teach you a few things." With that, Isadora gave a tighter squeeze to her Liege's chest, making more milk seep from her nipples.
The Queen gasped at her servant's roughness, doing her best to stay focused on her current task. She closed her eyes, hoping it would be enough for her to concentrate on her Son's shaft. Her endeavor proved fruitless however, as a quick knead of her chest by Isadora sent her concentration in a spiral. Her teeth grated together as focus left her, her motions becoming inconsistent with each squeeze of her bosom. "I-Isadora, please…" She began, unable to finish her thoughts before the Knight spoke again.
"My time as a Knight taught me not to waste resources." Eleanora's ear perked up at those words, an inkling of what was about to happen going through her mind. As if on cue, Isadora brought her mouth to the woman's chest, suckling at one of the woman's leaking tits. Eleanora arched back, trying to escape the euphoric rush overcoming her. Isadora gave no heed to her actions, chasing the Queen's retreating body to keep the flow of pleasure steady.
"Isadora, st-OOOHHhh!" Eleanora cried out. Her pleas became silenced by her desires as her voice moaned loudly. Her initial withdrawal from her servant became morphed by lust, with her arms now embracing the Knight. "Just like that, dear… Drink it up…" She slurred, her mind lost in a haze of bliss.
Isadora was surprised by just how exquisite the taste of this magic-induced breast milk was. Sweet, savory, and incredibly addicting were all descriptors she would use. Not only that, but the Lady Knight felt bits of energy return to her with each gulp she took, tempting her to drink until she was full.
With the advent of pleasure from her upper body, Eleanora's lower body began to slow down. Her hips couldn't keep their pace as lust slowed her down. Eliwood noted this immediately, deciding now was the appropriate time to take the initiative. His hands grabbed his Mother's waist, beginning to pump her on his manhood with an intense fervor. Eleanora's grip on her servant became incredibly tight as Eliwood took the reins, her body shaking uncontrollably with each pump into her snatch. The Marquess leaned forward, his lips grazing his Mother's ear as he began to whisper sweet nothings to her.
"Gods, Mother… You feel incredible. You've always known how to make your Son feel wonderful." Lust began to take hold of his words, giving impish ideas for him to whisper. "Perhaps I should listen to your advice and ignore what the masses think. Maybe I should impregnate you in front of a crowd of our citizens to show them just how strong our bond is... Would you like that, Mother?"
Eleanora quivered at her boy's words. The thought of it was incredibly enticing. To finally show her love to the world… It made her heart flutter. And yet, her Son wasn't done.
"Does the thought of bearing your Son's child entice you? Do you wish to have the castle sprawling with the children we made?"
"Y-Yes… YES! Gods, yes!" She cried out. "Please, Eliwood! Please give it to me! Let the world know of our love! Let them see!"
Eliwood grinned, picking up the pace and seizing all control from his Mother. "Then I'll happily grant them to you!" The sounds of their skin slapping became rapid and loud, only being drowned out by the Queen's cries of joy. Eleanora couldn't believe it all. Her upper body was being played with by her most loyal Knight, while her bottom half was being ravaged by her son. Her howls and pleas for more became a melody to the two, adding additional motivation for them. Eliwood grit his teeth with every thrust, surprised by just how incredible his Mother felt. He wasn't sure if it was Isadora's assistance or his honeyed words, but Eleanora's snatch was trying to wring him dry. Her walls rubbed and clamped tighter than he had ever experienced before, her fluids helping keep her passage lubed and ready for more. The Marquess' grip on the woman became tighter, his back now pressing against his Mother's as he continuously slammed her down on his crotch. Their sweat began to mix during their lovemaking, making their skin shine through the low light of the room.
Isadora did her best to keep pace with the boy but found herself being outdone. Part of her was jealous at his speed and skill, another in awe of his endurance and willpower. Her hands continued to fiddle with her Liege's chest, trying to extract as much of the milky delight as she could.
Eleanora was certain she would faint from the overstimulation. From the way she had been yelling, she was surprised her voice wasn't shot. Ironically, her voice seemed to be the only thing that had any stamina. Her sweaty body was so tired that she couldn't even move even if she tried. The only thing she could do was cheer her assailants onward.
"Hah… Hah… Fasstteerr…" She said, her words already starting to drawl. "Don't stop… Isadora… D-Drink your fill…" Her slowing words spiked in pitch every now and then, as if to guide the two to her sweet spots. "EliWOOd… Right the-there… Keep P-POUnding your Mother! M-Make me preGNANT!"
His Mother's slurring words began to take hold of the Prince, who found his limit fast approaching. He silently cursed at himself, not wanting this moment to end so soon. Despite his incoming climax, the Marquess was keen to etch one more memory of this moment in his Mother's mind. Without saying a word, he brought a hand up to the Queen's face, pushing her cheek closer to his face. Before Eleanora could register her Son's actions, she felt her boy's tongue snake its way into her mouth. Her eyes widened before repaying him in full, letting out one last muffled cry as she came. Her velvet walls clenched onto her Son's erection, telling him to let go of his resolve. Sure enough, he did. With a grunt, he pushed his member as far as he could, letting his spunk fill her twat and turning the woman into a quivering mess. Isadora's throat got a sudden influx of milk as the Queen climaxed, causing her breasts to squirt milk unexpectedly. The Knight coughed but kept her mouth firmly placed, wanting to enjoy every drop she could. Eleanora's lips eventually came undone from her Son's, letting her voice cry out one last time as her body shivered in delight.
The Queen's rapid breathing began to slow as her weary body's need presented itself. She practically went slack on Eliwood, her drowsy eyes already beginning to close.
Eliwood held his Mother's body against him, letting out the last of his climax into her. His Mother let out a few more quiet coos at the feeling. A weak smirk grew on her face as she rubbed her belly. 'So full… Eliwood… My son… My beloved… The world will soon see… Our love…'
Isadora pried herself from her Liege's chest, wiping away the last of her milk from her mouth. She looked at Eliwood as she swallowed the last of the Queen's dairy.
"Well… That was quite the experience, wouldn't you say?" She teased. Eliwood carefully placed his Mother beside him, making sure he wouldn't disturb her slumber. The urge to lay beside her and sleep was great, but he knew there was still one more obstacle he needed to tackle.
He would give his all to end this.
"Isadora…" He began, stretching his arms to keep his energy up. "Can I ask you something?"
The Lady Knight smiled. "Of course, Milord. However you wish to use me, I'll be happy to comply."
"...You would be okay with anything? Are you sure?"
Isadora's grin grew with his words. "Anything."
The Marquess didn't have to think long as to what position would put her out of commission. "If you insist, then I will give you my all." He pointed towards his resting Mother, his smile beginning to beam. "I need you to get on your hands and knees atop my Mother."
Isadora obeyed, straddling herself over the unconscious Queen. She liked where this was going, but was unsure as to why she had to be over her Liege for it. Whatever the boy had planned, she was in for a wild ride.
As if on cue, Eliwood got behind and gripped the Knight's waist, getting her ready for what was to come. Isadora grinned like a madwoman. She couldn't wait for his royal sword to venture once more into the depths of her snatch. She turned her head to the boy, her impish grin giving him the go-ahead.
However, what came next caught the Knight by surprise.
Eliwood slowly inserted his shaft into the woman, but not in the hole she was expecting. Realization quickly overcame her, removing her mischievous smirk in favor of surprise. "E-Eliwood, you're-!" She said, her words getting caught in her throat as the Marquess pushed more of his member into her ass. Her exclaims became whines as she felt his manhood push deeper into her butt. She faced forward and clenched her eyes shut, trying her best to adjust to the feeling. It hurt a lot more than she expected it to. But with each inch she took, her body slowly became accustomed to it. The pain quickly subsided as pleasure took hold, turning the girl's whines into moans in a matter of seconds. By the time Eliwood had stuck everything in, the Knight's jovial disposition was back. "...Goodness, Eliwood. That was quite a surprise!" She chuckled.
Eliwood took a breath, hoping he could grow accustomed to this new sensation. "Are you sure you can take this, Isadora? You don't have to lie, we can do something else."
Isadora giggled at his words. She honestly found his caring nature cute. "Nonsense, Milord." She said, giving her rump a subtle shake. "I know my limits. I know what I can take." She turned her head to greet him once more, a sly smile back on her face. "And I am certain I can take you."
With that, Eliwood's concern became quelled. With another breath, he began to slide in and out of the girl's backdoor. Isadora's cheeky grin became strained as the man began his slow thrusts. She tried to contain her voice, but found it seeping through her teeth. Pain plagued her core with each move he made. But with each sting of pain came a dose of pleasure to balance it out. It was truly the epitome of 'bittersweet'. But with each thrust Eliwood made, the bitterness began to subside, leaving only the sweet, sensual feeling coursing through her.
"...W-Wow… I didn't expect it to f-feel this good…" she mumbled. Her body shivered in delight as it got accustomed to Eliwood's prick, her muscles slowly relaxing to help make his ventures forward easier. Much like the Marquess, it took some time for Isadora's butt to get used to this foreign visitor. Her ass clamped tightly around Eliwood's shaft, making travel slow but pleasurable for both of them. The occasional wince popped up every now and again, but for the most part, it was smooth sailing for the duo.
Eliwood couldn't help his grunting and huffing. His exhaustion made him crave rest, but his body's lustful cravings outweighed it. The way Isadora's tight hole wrapped and wrung his member was something to die for. It was honestly ironic how immaculate it felt. Isadora was no slouch during this either. Her body moved opposite with his as quiet coos left her lips.
"Mmm… Eliwood…" she mumbled. "I'm impressed that you have the energy to still stand." Her thrusts into him picked up speed as a wry smile came over her. "But I can see the fatigue in your eyes. I know you need a break. Luckily, I can take the reins, even in this position."
Her feet kicked up and locked around his calves, easing the boy's worries about his tired body. Her body shifted slightly, giving her better leverage as she pushed herself into Eliwood. "GNH! Isa-!" He gasped, his words getting caught in his throat as he let out a wheeze. The Knight truly was going to take control and let him rest. He felt a sense of gratitude to her. He wanted so badly to take a reprieve from controlling the pace.
And yet, he defied her.
Isadora's eyebrow raised in confusion as Eliwood rested his body on her. She knew he was tired, but from the way he was resting on her, it would be likely that he would doze off sooner or later.
That's when he struck.
Eliwood quickly wrapped an arm around the women's stomach, keeping them locked together as they mated. "Milord, wha-OOOH!" Her questions became silenced by a stray hand reaching down to her snatch, forcing her voice to cry out. Eliwood's digits quickly and bashfully moved around her sopping twat, leaving the woman to tremble at his actions. Her sturdy stance was already shaky due to Eliwood's anal adventure, so adding her pussy into the mix brought things to a whole new level. As if that wasn't enough, Eliwood began to playfully chide the Knight.
"Are you sure you can take the lead? You seem much more drained than I am!"
Isadora clenched her fists into a ball. Concentration came to the forefront of her brain, leaving her lips to absentmindedly speak for her. "P-Please… A true Knight of the Marquess of Pherae can handle much wo-worse!"
"Really now?" Eliwood asked. Isadora gulped, realizing she may have dug herself into a deeper hole. "I have met many in my travels who are all talk. I think it's time you show action to back up your claim!" The Marquess pushed his upper body into the woman's, forcing her chest to hang mere inches from the slumbering Queen's face. Before Isadora could get so much as a peep, Eliwood's words rang through her ears. "Mother, wake up! It's time for your meal!" The Marquess pushed Isadora closer to Eleanora, having her boobs scrape the sleeping woman's lips.
"M-Milord, you shouldn't disturb the Queen!" Isadora squealed.
The slumbering Queen showed no signs of waking up, prompting Eliwood to take things into his own hands. The arm that kept them intertwined released and moved up Isadora's body. It stopped when it reached the Knight's chest, groping one of the boobs and making milk spill forth.
"Eliw-OOOoohh!" The Knight cried out, her body shuddering as her rich and creamy substance shot from her bosom.
A small stream leaked onto the face of Eleanora, rousing her slightly from her nap. "...Hng…?" She mumbled, eyes still closed.
"Here, Mother. Drink some before you sleep again." Eliwood said. He shifted Isadora's position, moving the breast that was free from his grasp over his Mother's maw.
"Wait, my Queen, you don't-"
The Marquess' Mother suddenly lunged at the dangling breast, forcing the nipple into her mouth and suckling with all her energy.
"DDDDNNNGGGHH!" Isadora screamed. Her words got caught in her throat, leaving only her raucous cries to serenade the duo. Isadora quickly found herself panting from it all. Every side of her was being attacked in some way. Her bosom was being suckled and groped, her twat was having a hand pumped in and out of it, her ass was experiencing a new visitor… It was all attacking her core. The amalgamation of it all left only one exit for her bliss: her mouth.
And it let itself be known.
"AAAAHHH! M-Milord!" The girl wailed. "Y-You… This feels too good!" Her eyes winced shut as she felt his rod plunge in and out of her butt, striking sweet spots she didn't even know she had. That, combined with his hand feeling out her cunt, left her practically delirious. Not only were his fingers sliding in and out with acute precision, but they were dangerously close to hitting her most sensitive place. If he were to make contact, who knows what sort of wanton state she would end up in?
Eliwood was very careful with how he was approaching this. He knew he could only hold out for so long. That's why he struck Isadora with such a sudden assault. He was now slowly chipping away at the Knight's willpower, slowly turning her self-restraint into putty. Now all he had to do was bide his time for the perfect opportunity to strike. He slowed his hands and hips, giving the both of them a bit of leeway for what he had planned next.
The sudden decline in intensity was not lost on the bluenette. Her clenched eyes slowly opened at Eliwood's sudden drop in pace. The drop in speed impacted more than Isadora expected, with Eleanora lulling back into her sleep due to the tempo shift. "...Eliwood?" Isadora asked. The panting and sweat dripping from her Lordship's forehand clued the Knight in. A small sense of relief washed over her. He could no longer keep up the pace. The wry smile from before returned on her face, a sense of cockiness overcoming her. "Are you tired, Milord?" She asked. Eliwood averted eye contact, telling the girl all she needed to know. Isadora giggled, deciding to go lightly on the boy. "It's alright, Eliwood. Knowing and admitting your limits isn't a weakness." Her consoling slowly faded as her pride reared itself in her tone. "But I think I've more than proven my abilities as a Pherae Knight. After all, I was able to endure everything you could throw at m-"
With a sudden, unbridled force, Eliwood redoubled his actions.
Isadora's cheeky words died in her throat immediately, replaced only by her ululating voice. Isadora's howls diminished any sort of chutzpah she had before, leaving her writhing and quivering as Eliwood gave his all. "E-Eliwood!" She cried.
Eliwood let out a grunt. "You were saying, Isadora?" He asked, smiling weakly as he felt his low energy being stretched to its limits. "Are you certain you can take everything I can offer?"
Isadora felt herself start to sweat, a sense of dread beginning to fill her. His hands were dangerously close to her weak points on her chest and pussy. At this rate, hs was bound to-
"I guess there's only one way to find out!"
With that, Eliwood's aptitude in making love showed itself. His hands went all out in their efforts. His hand at her chest squeezed and pulled her perked up nipple, making more of her milk spew forth and stain the bedsheets. His other hand quickly found the sweet spot in her twat. As soon as his fingers grazed her G-spot, they went all in, showing no mercy despite the woman's cries.
To top it all off, the man revised his thrusting technique, allowing him to pound her with an unmatched fervor.
"HIYYYYAAAA! ELIWOOD! I… I-!"
That was the last thing uttered by the Knight before she abruptly stopped. Her words seemed to die in her throat as her head hung low. Eliwood was almost certain he had killed her. And then, The boy heard a faint giggle leave her lips.
Eliwood was almost surprised by how effective his methods were. Isadora's gracious aura faded almost immediately, leaving only her need for her Lordship's cock. The control the boy had in the situation became challenged by this new lady before him. Civility was thrown out the window as Isadora began to slam herself against Eliwood, making him gasp in surprise. Her ass seemed to tighten up as she pushed back against him. Her pace was filled with exuberance and lust, her energy burning just as highly as her body was. Isadora gazed back at Eliwood, showing just how wanton he made her. The Marquess was left in awe as a woman he looked up to became engulfed in her carnal desires.
As if that wasn't enough, she began to speak again.
"More…" It began as a faint whisper, but as time passed, Her voice began to rise in pitch, making more lewd commands with each moment. "Harder… Give it to me harder, Eliwood! Don't let up! Make me yours!"
Eliwood grit his teeth. Whatever fumes he was running on were working overtime to match this new lady in front of him. Sweat stuck to his skin, trickling down his body and mixing with the Knight's own.
"Eliwood!" Isadora cried. "Eliwood! Fill me! Let it leak from my holes!"
He couldn't hold out. As much as he wished he could muster the strength to keep up, he couldn't. He knew she was close, but he would need some miracle to occur for her to reach that point.
Isadora's voice suddenly rang out, as if some outside force was drawing her body closer to its climax. Eliwood glanced down. A smile reached his face as he saw Eleanora had stirred awake once more, once again enjoying the sweet treat contained in Isadora's teet. This sudden suckling caused her rear to clamp up, drawing the duo into their final orgasm.
"Isadora!" The Marquess cried out, finally giving into his body's needs and releasing his seed into her taut ass. He gave a few more good and hearty thrusts, attempting to give what he could of his offspring into her. This spark lit the fuse in Isadora's body, making her shudder uncontrollably as she came with him. Her voice's volume reduced as her teeth grinded together and a satisfied smile grew on her face. Her twat clamped down as her body ran its course, with her breasts leaking their special liquid for the Queen to enjoy.
Eliwood's hands dropped from their places on the woman's body, settling instead around her waist as he dumped the last of his seed into Isadora's rump. With a sharp breath, The Lady Knight's cries came to a sudden halt. Her head became slack as exhaustion took hold, making her and Eliwood come crashing down onto the bed. They narrowly missed the resting Queen, who had once again fallen asleep after getting her fill of milk. Eliwood rolled off the Knight and began to rest beside her, their heavy breaths seeming to synchronize.
"...Isadora…" The Marquess huffed. His attempt to get the woman's attention fell on deaf ears, as Isadora was already deep in slumber. Eliwood stared at her for a bit before letting out a weak chuckle. He wouldn't have expected her to be that exhausted after the performance she just gave. But she was setting a good example. After all, his struggles to sleep were beginning to catch up with him.
With that, Eliwood closed his eyes. It didn't matter what sort of mess the trio had made nor who walked in. He didn't care.
If someone were to see, let them.
Eliwood slowly began to stir from his slumber. The first thing he noted was just how stiff he felt from the actions he had performed earlier. Why was he waking up? He had hoped he could sleep through the soreness. However, it seemed like his body had a different plan. But why? Why was he continually having issues with sleep?
As if to answer him, he felt a presence slowly climb onto his body.
'Isadora? Or is it Mother?' He attempted to speak the words, but his body didn't respond. Was he just that exhausted? If that was the case, then they should know better than to-
"Eliwood…"
The Marquess was taken aback by the voice. It sounded… Otherworldly? He couldn't quite place it, but there was a comforting familiarity to it. It belonged to someone he knew once before, but drowsiness clouded his mind, leaving this mystery person's identity to escape him. He attempted to open his eyes only to find his body yet again not responding. What was going on? Was he paralyzed? Panic began to set in as his attempts to move his muscles failed.
What panic he felt slowly subsided as he felt the gentle caress of his cheek, a reassuring voice echoing in his ear. "It's alright… I'm here…"
Her hand continued to touch his cheek until he felt his nerves calm. As soon as his heart rate slowed, a cute giggle left the mysterious girl's lips.
"Hehehe… You're okay, Eliwood. You just can't move right now because you're still asleep. In fact, it's the only time I get to see you." Her jovial voice slowly doured as she continued. "...I wish that it didn't have to be this way." The sadness in her voice left a pit in Eliwood's stomach. Why couldn't he remember this lady? Who was she? Why couldn't they be together?
His thoughts were abruptly stopped as he felt her press onto his body. Eliwood immediately realized that she was nude, just like him. Not only that, but her body was different from the two ladies he had just laid with. She was… smaller, but only by a bit. Her breasts pushed into his chest, telling them that, while still sizable, weren't on par with Isadora's or his Mother's.
"...I should have told you how I felt back then. I was… Too scared that you wouldn't accept me."
Eliwood began to feel her waist inch ever closer to his growing erection. He knew where this was going… And he wasn't entirely opposed to it.
"...And now it's too late for me to be with you." A slight tinge of happiness came with her next words. "But at least you are being taken care of. I don't mind the relationship you have with your Mother, nor do I mind what you have done with your loyal servant. If you are happy, then… Then I am, too."
Eliwood felt her entrance propping itself up to his member, ready to take it all.
"But… There's still this… pain in my chest. It longs for you. Aches for you. And I know that it's selfish of me to do this… To disturb your sleep many, many times, but… I need this. Need you."
With that, the girl came down on his member, crying out in ecstasy as she did so. Eliwood's body let out a grunt and jerked in response, but the boy still couldn't get a hold of any control.
Happy, unfeigned laughter left the woman's throat between gasps of air. "I-It's in… And it feels so… So real!"
Her body began to bounce atop the paralyzed Marquess, joyful cries leaving her lips with each connection her hips made with his.
"Ha… Hahaha! It's really working!" The girl leaned down, her words becoming clearer as she spoke again. "How does it feel, Eliwood? Are you enjoying it?"
Eliwood tried his best to voice something. Anything. But his body refused to let him.
Due to his silence, the mysterious woman filled the air with her words. "Ha ha… I'm sorry, I forgot. But I can always tell you how I am feeling." Her hips grew more fervently in their pace. "A-Ah! It feels i-incredible! Your member is- g-gah! It's so good!"
Eliwood felt her arms wrap around him, embracing him for a hug as she continued moving her waist. What struck Eliwood as strange was how it felt. This woman felt cold. It was almost as if this woman wasn't really there, or if her body was naturally this chilly. Either way, the cold skin of this lady helped alleviate the heat from their current love-making session.
"Your sword… It's so perfect! I-I can feel it t-touch my most sensitive areas!" The lady cried. These encouraging cheers only brought Eliwood closer to his limit. He wanted to please this woman. To show her what he can do. To make love with her. But much like before, his body refused to cooperate. There had to be something, anything, he could do. And so, he focused all his attention on his eyes. Perhaps he could see who this woman is. If could find out, then he could help repay her later.
His attempts to pry open his eyelids were slow, but he was certain that he could pull it off. Despite the constant barrage of pleasure climbing up his body, he remained focused on this one objective.
"Aah! You're so big, Eliwood! I can f-feel it in my deepest parts!"
The girl's words weren't making it easier.
But he had an objective. Despite the distractions, he was keen to find out who this woman was. His luck shone through as his eyelids cracked open, letting him finally gaze at this mysterious woman.
What he saw wasn't at all what he was expecting.
The woman was surrounded by misty hues of blue, masking her appearance from him. As if that wasn't enough, Her appearance seemed more like an apparition. Features like her skin and hair seemed faded, allowing him to see the wall behind her. However, despite it all, key features stood out to him. Namely, her hair and eyes. Despite her ghostly presence, her red eyes seemed to gleam with joy and fervor. Her long hair almost looked like icicles due to her faded appearance and icy blue hue. The sight of it made the fog in his mind dissipate, with one word being left in the clearing.
Ninian.
Eliwood almost had to do a double-take when he saw it. Only one question formed in his head. 'How?'
"Eliwood! Eliwood! E-Eliwood!" She chanted, her excited stupor only growing with each bounce she made.
Eliwood let out another grunt at her quickened pace. Despite how strange her appearance was, she felt real. Her folds clamped his member tightly, massaging it as she rode him. Her face, while intangible, showed a clear and defined expression of happiness. Her body was just as Eliwood had remembered it. Not only that, he was positive that he saw something drip down her nipples. His first thought was sweat, but closer inspection told him that it was something he had been consuming for a while now. Something white and delectable.
"A-Aah! My Lord! I-I feel it!" She cried out, her body shuddering as her body approached its release. Eliwood felt his body beginning to succumb to pleasure as his breath got heavier. He wanted to say something. To tell her that he was close. That he felt incredible.
That he loved her.
"Let it out, Eliwood! Let me feel it!" She cried out. Eliwood did his best to mouth a word, to voice his thoughts, to give the girl something. His focus went entirely to one word, stuck on the tip of his tongue. If he wanted to deliver it, now was his chance.
"...Nnn…"
Ninian's ear perked at the sound. "M-Milord!?" She said, shock evident on her face.
"...Nnninnn… nian…." He breathed.
"...E-Eliwood…" She muttered. At that moment, The phantom's eyes lit up. Her smile beamed and her voice reached a new level. "E-Eliwoooood!" Her hips suddenly slammed down on the Marquess as her orgasm overcame her, her body jerking about from the feeling. Eliwood couldn't deal with it anymore, following the ghostly woman's example and climaxing as well. Ninian's hands gripped the man's arms tightly as she felt herself being filled up, loving each and every drop she felt pour into her cunt. Load after load continued to shoot into her pussy, eventually pooling out due to the overflow.
Ninian's gasps for air began to morph into a giggle upon realizing just how much was put in her. Eliwood was honestly surprised he could give that much after what he had just been through. Slowly but surely, their orgasms faded, leaving the duo there for a moment. Eliwood's attempts to move a muscle still proved fruitless and only seemed to worsen with each second. His vision began to darken and the sounds of Ninian's breathing began to fade away. Sleep had once again come for him. His thoughts began to turn into dreams as his breathing became steady once more.
"...Sleep well, my love…"
Eliwood felt a kiss be planted on his forehead before his dreams claimed him.
"Lady Isadora?" Rebecca called, looking around the corridor to make sure she wasn't missing something. "Hello? Lady Isadora?" The green haired girl clicked her tongue. "She said she was going to watch over Lord Eliwood's bed chambers… Did she need to use a lavatory or something?"
The girl paced around, hoping that the Lady Knight would show up sooner or later. "Okay… She's either not relieving herself, or she really had to go." The girl walked up to the large doors leading into the Marquess' chambers, another thought floating in her mind. "Unless… She's directly watching over him… I guess it wouldn't hurt to check!" Before Rebecca could barge in, she stopped herself, remembered her manners, and gave a few knocks into the door. "Lord Eliwood?" She whispered, not wanting to accidentally disturb the King if he was sleeping.
No response.
She knocked again a little harder. "Lord Eliwood, Is Lady Isadora there?" She asked again.
No response.
She wanted to peek through the door but opted to press her ear to it.
What she heard was… Interesting.
It sounded like the bed was… creaking? Not only that, but she could also hear Eliwood's heavy breathing. Rebecca sighed. "Another sleepless night…" She whispered. Whatever the cause of it was she wasn't sure, but she could at least help him deal with it.
Rebecca opened the door and peeked her head in. "I'm sorry to intrude, Lord Eliwood, but I-"
Her eyes looked over the entire scene in front of her. Eliwood, Eleanora, and Isadora all naked and passed out on the bed. The girl rubbed her eyes, making sure that she wasn't dreaming. Sure enough, what she saw was legitimate.
The girl walked in, closing the door behind her as she took in some deep breaths. "Okay… Okay…" She muttered. She was almost certain her face looked like a tomato. "That is… Something. Yep." The girl walked closer, unsure of what to make of it. Eliwood had managed to not only do it with Isadora, but his Mother as well?
And judging from the expressions left on the sleeping women, he did one heck of a good job.
'No! Snap out of it, Rebecca!' She chided. 'This is wrong! Lord Eliwood shouldn't be with his Mother! That's gross!'
Speaking of gross, Her eyes scanned her surroundings, realizing just how messy they had left the place with their actions. 'Not only that, but how do they expect to clean this all up? The servants will definitely figure something is up!'
She looked over at the naked Marquess, something catching her eye.
His erection was on full display.
If Rebecca's face didn't look like a tomato before, it certainly did now. Not only was the King's scepter out for anyone to see, it was ready for action. The girl gulped. 'I-Is he still hard? Even after all that!? It's no wonder it took two of you to deal with this!'
She looked at the throbbing tower, unintentionally drawing closer towards it. 'Y-Yikes. To sleep with that still erect… It must hurt.' The green haired girl unknowingly licked her lips. 'N-Not only that, but it must have... gotten dirty from all that. Y-Yeah… So a good servant should clean it.' Her face got closer to the Marquess' member, her breath now serenading the pole. 'I-It's too bad we don't have anything to clean it with… I guess we'll have to do it the old fashioned way and use spit and- No!' Rebecca pulled back, smacking her cheeks with her palms. 'No, no, no! You can't do that, Rebecca! That's wrong! Everything about this is wrong! You can't just… Do that!'
Eliwood began to stir, making the girl jump back. But instead of waking up like the girl thought he would, he remained asleep, seemingly suffering from an ailment.
'...'
The girl let out a sigh.
'He has been having trouble sleeping recently… This must be the cause.' She once again got close to the man's erection, eyeing up its size. 'This is wrong, Rebecca! You shouldn't be doing this! Quit using bad excuses to justify this!' The girl opened her mouth, ready to take in all she could.
'...And yet, I'm doing it anyway.'
While I finished later than I would have liked, I hope you all enjoyed it. Writing about lactation is not something I have done before, so I hope I did a good job with it. Should another chapter happen (which is incredibly unlikely), I was thinking of adding Ursula and Louise into the mix. How? You'll find out (Potentially). Please leave any sort of reviews or suggestions, I would love to hear what you all have to offer.
Until then.