The sounds of lascivious moans and coos echoed through the royal chambers of Castle Zofia - just as it had for centuries before. Yet the source within was not of Zofian blood, but rather that of their bitter rival in days bygone. Such feuds were in the past. Now the King of the newly united continent of Valentia indulged in the pleasurable company of familiar ladies from both kingdoms. Ladies of war that had marched with him, pined for him, or simply consoled and counseled him - all here to lavish King Alm while the Queen was absent.
"Oh gods," Alm groaned as he laid back on his bed, utterly naked save his wedding band while two pairs of tits tended to his towering cock. Supple hands roamed over his chest and sides from the two ladies that flanked him in bed - as bare as he was, with their own rings from their own unions on their fingers. The one on the right pushed his cheek towards her as she captured his lips in a soft, loving kiss. "Mmm~"
Clair's lips were as soft as always. Her once-honed body brushed over his as he felt the smooth skin of a woman who'd traded stirrups and spears for court and perhaps a little too much custard. But her body was as delectable as ever as he tasted and smelled the exotic minerals that graced her refined form. Her soft, feathery touch almost danced over his refined body as the cool sting of her ornate band left gooseflesh in its wake.
Alm pulled back and savored the fragrant taste of her lips left behind. His hand reached around and groped the small of her back as she shifted closer to him. "Mmm, Clair, that feels-umph?!
He was abruptly pulled away from Clair as Faye turned his head and slammed her lips down on him. The farmgirl still showed some of her own lithe build from her life in the humble hills of Norende. She was far more vigorous in her affections as her childhood fantasies finally came to pass, and practically threw her body over his as she pinned him between her arms and legs while her rustic ring dug into his sculpted body.
It was fortunate for her that Clair could adapt as she settled to latch down on Alm's neck. The fine flier suckled his skin as her perky bosom rubbed over his back. she let her nails rake over his impressive body while he easily and vigorously overwhelmed his old friend's kiss with his own. Faye's eyes rolled into the back of her head as she got to experience the moment saved only for her deepest, wildest dreams "A-aaaaaahlm~" she murmured in his occupied mouth.
Mathilda chuckled at the display above her from her place between his legs. She rubbed her impressive breasts against the king's cock. The Valkyrie's impressive bosom was matched by the equally robust chest of Tatiana - former priestess of Duma's Church. The two older women enjoyed the show of young love above them whilst they both awaited the return of their dear men. In the meantime, they were content to aid the others as they warmed King Alm's bed. Their continued loyalty and devotion to their true loves still shone on their fingers, courtesy of two distinct wedding bands done in the old ways of the kingdoms and their late dragons.
Tatiana shifted aside to give the Valkyrie room at the top. Mathilda leaned in and licked his cockhead as her breasts stroked up and down his shaft. The familiar taste of royal musk and salty pre-cum danced on her tongue as she let Tatiana do the same. "Mmm, Exquisite as usual. You are in fine form as always, Your Majesty," the beautiful blonde declared.
Tatiana nodded as she sampled him for herself. She paused her breast strokes as the delightful taste made her shudder in sheer bliss. Her verdant locks swayed and bobbed while she let her moans escape without restraint. "I-Indeed. Your wife is quite lucky indeed, Alm," she giggled before she popped her lips over his slit and down his shaft.
"Hmph, so much for sharing," Mathilda rolled her eyes as she leaned down to suckle whatever she could reach. The two buxom women lapped against his cockhead as they feasted on the Great King's loins. Never once breaking away, nor even acknowledging the last two women that sat over the assembled quintet.
Delthea squirmed, still self-conscious at showing her blossomed body in such a way. The years after the war had been kind to her as the now-normal girl beheld the rituals that played out before her. Her utterly bare fingers flexed and curled as she tapped her flesh in impatience.
Compared to her, the more mature Silque was quite composed as she sat on her knees and simply watched the show before them. Her only article remained as her ever-present habit atop her silky blue locks. The priestess's own ring of union shone bright on her finger as she curled her digits over her knees. She said nothing as she observed the spectacle before their eyes.
"Um, Silque? When exactly are we supposed to get our turns?" Delthea finally asked.
"Patience, dear lamb - Mila's love shall grace us all in due time," she cooly, serenely explained. Silque's eyes were hidden by her hair and habit as she watched Alm's pleasurable imprisonment and licked her lips. "And what a grace it shall be~"
PLAP PLAP PLAP PLAP PAP
"OOOOOH GODS, ALM! FASTER! H-HA-HAAAARDEEER!:
Clair's screams echoed through the bedroom while she was pounded into the royal mattress. Alm's hands stayed locked on her ankles as he slammed his cock down into her tight pussy. She struggled to hold the sheets until her fists accidentally pulled them off the bed.
The normally composed woman was a mess - sweat flying, hair disheveled around her, and a lust-drunken smile frozen on her tear-stained cheeks. Words came mostly as choked sobs as she got the vigorous pounding she so desperately desired. "ITS TOOO GOOOOD!" she screamed to the rafters.
The King winced at her high pitch but persisted as he rammed her again and again. His firm grasp squeezed into her soft, supple flesh while he rubbed against her gushing folds. The grip of her velvet walls constricted his girth, eager to coax the royal seed from his family jewels.
Clair's wanton screams and cries left quite a stir in the other women as they watched and yearned for their own turn. Bit lips, curled fingers, and thighs squirmed together while they got an in-depth look at Alm's craft in work. The same craft that they themselves had partaken upon many a time. And the same one they eagerly awaited for their chance at again.
Once more she found herself among the skies as orgasm after mind-crushing orgasm ravaged her to the core. Her eyes rolled up as spit poured from her gaped mouth. She blindly gripped against her legs until her wedding ring left a welt behind on her sweaty, succulent skin as she felt the first hot, sticky load fire right into her eager womb...
"Alm, oooh Alm~"
Faye purred as the king's lips gently attacked her nape. She arched back into him as he kept them both upright and sideways on his bed. His cock was still slick with the trace messes of the noble girl slumped over beside them and easily pumped in and out of her humble pussy. "Ooooh, yes~"
Faye was a complex girl - sometimes she really, really liked getting it hard and fast until she was a puddle of mush on the royal bed. Other times, like tonight, she all-but begged for his slow, tender touch. Though she wouldn't get to stay on his coveted lips, she could at least look forward to these nights, even if she never got his exclusive attention.
Alm adjusted his grip and lifted her leg up. The sudden pressure on his cock made him growl behind her and made the hairs on her nape curl. Gooseflesh popped up all over sweaty flesh while she wriggled her rump back against his crotch.
"Yes, that's it - right there," she panted as he found one of her coveted sweet spots. The kind that no finger, toy, or even another man could hope to find, much less the exact measure and method of how she wanted it. But for her Alm, it was as easy as taking breath. Much like he took hers with every long, slow thrust. "A-aaaaah~"
The farmgirl reached back and grabbed his hair to push him further against her neck. Her other hand reached up to stimulate her breasts, especially her rock-hard nipples. The cool sting of her marital band sent jolts against her body. Jolts that blended with the frantic thrusts and hot cum of her dear Alm until it left her toes curled in sheer, utter bliss...
"Ngh! Ngh! T-That's it. Right theeee-re~"
Mathilda grunted as her hair was pulled back. Her hips rolled on as she gripped the sheets while Alm fucked her tight ass from behind. She sneered as the pain and pleasure threatened to crush her well-kept body, even after having multiple direct encounters with the hero-turned-king.
Anal was one of her rules for anyone that wasn't her husband. She'd let Alm take her snatch before, but that was under very specific circumstances. Instead, he'd have to settle with riding her ass as he pounded the proud, legendary Valkyrie on his own bed as the stains of her arousal grew on the sheets between her legs.
Hardly a bad trade…
"M-Mathilda," the king groaned as the older woman's ass pounded back against him. He tugged her hair while his other hand reached around and groped her massive chest. Her supple flesh sunk between his fingers while his digits flicked and pinched against her nipple
"Fuck!" the valkyrie swore and squirmed against him. Her knee shifted to give him more access to her puckered star. Her eyes rolled up as ignoble drool poured from her open, gaped mouth.
"G-Gods, Alm...H-Harder~" she growled as her ring dug deeper into the mattress.
'Glrk Glrk Glrk Glrk'
"Oh, gods Silque - h-how do you-?" Alm's questions died on his lips as the cleric took his cock deep into her gullet. So deep in fact that he could feel her lips as she kissed his crotch and the fleshy sac holding his sperm urns. His knees twitched against her hands while she kept his legs pried apart.
The king wasn't the only one in awe at such a display of oral prowess. Tatiana tried to watch in the hopes of picking up some new tips, yet found herself too flustered to keep focus. The other conscious woman was in an equal state of awe, reverence, and fear. Neither one said a word as they watched Mila's faithful suck the very soul from their King's cock.
"Mmmwa-pah!"
Silque effortlessly pulled up and off his cock to show it clean and pristine. Her hand took over as she calmly explained herself between her slurps and kisses. "It is the will of Mila that all her children could sing her songs from deep within their hearts. I merely follow my late Earthmother's will, that I may honor her still in this life," she explained.
She emphasized her words with actions as her hands sped up against his cock. The extra lubrication of her spit made her strokes swift from base to tip and back down again. She kept her demure smile even as she licked her lips clear of any lingers of mess that had clung to her face.
After some time she abruptly stopped and released him from her grip. Instead, the cleric shifted up and brought her unshaven slit against his rock-hard cock. Her ring-clad hand came against his crotch to steady him over her dripping loins. "Now my king - let us pray together~"
"F-Fuck Fuck Fuuuuck! W-Warfather protect meeeeee!"
Tatiana's pagan cries echoed through the room as she endured the king's cock that split her ass in twain. Her legs were in the air as she stuffed her face down against the sheets. She kept her buttcheeks propped open with her hands until the wedding band left a mark on her ass. She barely even squeaked as he slammed down in her ass and poured his cum deep into her rump.
Hers was an arrangement much like Mathilda's and Alm would honor her request. In Zeke's absence she'd been left with the charge to see to his needs, and she performed her task with great vigor and passion. An added boon came that she was far less clumsy in her acts for the King, much to everyone's approval.
But at this moment her mind wasn't on the unspoken terms of her affair, but rather on the hot, syrupy cum that even now poured deep into her rear. Her butt trembled against both her hands and his hard crotch while he pumped his hips in and out of her hole. Drool poured out of her mouth while her long green hair splayed out around her on the tarnished royal bed.
Alm pulled out after only a few sticky ropes and aimed the rest of his jizz against Tatiana's naked back. His loads shot far up her body, into her hair, and even across the rest of his occupied bed. For indeed, the King's intimate domain was littered with bodies - four bodies to be exact. Four utterly fucked silly women, with one more about to join them...and one left standing
Delthea shifted with a whine as her juices stained her thighs...
"OOOOOH T-TOOOO MUUUUUUUUCH!"
Delthea's tongue lopped out as she struggled to hold onto Alm's body while he fucked her against the wall behind the bed. Her legs rattled against his waist as her nails dug deep into his back. Petite breasts smashed against his broad chest while he pumped the last of his considerable lust into the youngest of the maiden's who'd been invited to his chambers. She bent back into his hands and shrilly cried out to the rafters.
"AHLLLLM!"
Her mind - her genius mind was mush now as she hung like a limp puppet in his powerful arms. His thrusts smashed her hips back against the wall as he proceeded to pound her until the very last of his potent jizz would stain her fertile womb white. She squeezed and flexed her fingers as she twitched and spasmed with every vigorous thrust.
"Too much. T-Tooooo much. Toomuch toomuch toomuchtoomuchtoomuchhhhh!"
Her screams went unheard by any save the man who railed her. Behind them on the sheets were the other five girls - all stuffed in his seed as it leaked from their taken holes. The combined slurry of sin lapped against his toes as they curled down atop the bed while he focused all his lingered vigor and power into the former mage's tight, hot loins.
Delthea couldn't think, only react. Her nails clawed at his back until she'd left marks behind his shoulders. Her toes curled while her heels flopped and clapped against his neck. She gasped and wheezed against him as he mercilessly plowed her, as she'd requested before he robbed her of her senses.
"Shooooooo muuuuUUUSH!"
Her eyes rolled back as more babble escaped her once-proud lips...
"Did you enjoy yourself, my King?" Silque asked as she cozied up against Alm. the King's arms dug into her curvaceous rear as she slid her sullied, sopping wet loins against his firm abs. Her answer was for him to lean up and capture her lips in a soft, yet deep kiss. "Mmmmhmmm~"
She was hardly alone in her lavish devotion towards Alm's body. Tatiana and Mathilda had settled beside him, taking an arm between their breasts as he struggled to fondle Silque's ass. Their own messy pussies kissed his bare sides as the runoff of their rutting dripped onto the disturbed bedsheets. Their lips settled against his shoulders as they suckled both sides of his neck with their own means - Mathilda's long licks against Tatian's tepid nibbles.
Yet even those three above weren't enough to cover him. Not as the trio of Faye, Clair, and Delthea tended to his limp-yet-mighty loins with their mouths. Delthea busied herself as she sucked his limp cock in her mouth while the two other girls bathed his spent royal urns with their tongues and spit. Clair's mess-stuffed pussy rubbed against his left calf, just as Faye's own loins smeared against his right leg as well. He faintly felt Delthea's thighs brush against his feet as she bobbed her head up and down between her lap. Their hands weren't idle either as they groped and fondled everything from his crotch to his thighs. Their combined squeals and grunts filled his chambers as the aged bed groaned from the weight upon it.
The King in the center of this pile shuddered against the six women. His left hand brushed over Mathilda's breast while she leaned behind him and began to suck his nape. His right hand shifted off Silque's ass and onto Tatiana while her the Duma devout palmed at his bare, sweaty chest. His hips squirmed under Faye's caress while her tongue lapped at the right royal nut plopped between her lips. Delthea's hands gripped around his shaft to pump what her lips couldn't handle while she kept her cheeks caved in near his tip. Clair's own posh and proud mouth remained wrapped around his other ball while she kept her palm wrapped around his base just beneath Delthea's hand strokes. Her other palm reached down and massaged the thigh that remained pinned beneath her shapely body.
But it was the one who had his lips that had his true and most devoted attendance. The one that earned herself favor with the King even while the rest of his body was tended over by women from outside his chamber. Of the many marks of devotion that was bore on their fingers, it was the blue beauty alone that could claim him as her own.
Silque purred as Alm squeezed and caressed her butt. She reached back and palmed his hands in hers as he massaged her globulous cheeks. Her hand brushed over his, showing her own wedding band as she brushed over the Royal Ring's shell.
The King's chamber grew silent as a dark, steady night watched over Alm and his ladies.
The Queen of the castle was away, but his Wife was right here with him…
Turns out my Fourth Anniversary wasn't the only thing I missed while I was trying to pull things together - the fourth anniversary of the release for Fire Emblem Echoes came and went as well! So why not try and match Celica's celebration with one for Alm as well? I don't hate the guy - I just don't think his canon choice works best for him is all.
Anyway, the last Anniversary fic is gonna be going up tomorrow night - look forward to it then! Thanks for reading and be sure to leave a comment telling me what you thought. Until next time :)