"Hmm? Are you not that mercenary father had just hired?"

Ishtar asked in a casual tone that belied the gathered power around her body, an unseen aura that promised death to any and all who stood in her way. The rebel army had proved troublesome enough to defeat even her father with Mjölnir, and so she had taken the field in defense of her home, her family, and the empire that her beloved would one day take full control of.

"Eh? Oh, y-yeah that's me. I wouldn't have thought someone like you would pay any attention to just a lowly mercenary like me." Faval said in a voice that was far, far more relaxed than he was on the inside. "Turns out my sister is over there in that army, so I walked up and acted like I was gonna join up, and that got them to lower their guard and take a breather. Take a gander, they don't even have a lookout posted."

It was only his iron will and self-control that kept his heart rate from spiking any higher when the lavender-haired heir of House Friege stood beside him and observed the impromptu camp set up by Seliph's ragtag army. "Indeed, they do not… Faval, was it? You said your sister is with them? So long as that won't stop you from doing your job, I will have no issue with sparing her and ensuring she is treated well. Can you set aside your emotions and do your duty?"

"... Yeah. I wouldn't have lasted this long on my own if I couldn't do what was needed of me now, would I?" In hindsight, she really shouldn't have believed him for even a moment. Had she been able to do it all over again, then Mjölnir would have claimed another life on the field of battle today. As it was…

"Oh gaawdss! Harder, fuck me harder!"

She was unable to do a damn thing but lay there and take it. Faval's cock hammered into her pussy at a blistering pace, and tears trailed down Ishtar's face from the mind-shattering pleasure brought about by his enormous endowment. While they hadn't gone all the way, much to his displeasure, she had used her hand to please Julius before.

And his cock was nothing compared to the mighty shaft that pounded away at her womb. Her long, luscious legs were wrapped around his waist as they rutted like animals, just barely hidden from sight behind a hill and some shrubbery that overlooked the army she had once come to eliminate. But now? Now there was no other thought in her mind besides begging, pleading for more.

Faval didn't say a word as his hips blurred down to her incredibly tight sex, and he wondered just how inexperienced Ishtar must have been to have been defeated so quickly. All he did was wait for her to get close, snatched her tome and heaved it in the vague direction of his sister and tackled the buxom mage when she went for the dagger at her hip. For a woman who was magically inclined, she sure had a lot more physical strength than those arms of hers implied.

Then, as the pair wrestled for dominance on the ground, his body reacted the same way any red-blooded male would when pressed against a woman with those curves. Ishtar had frozen solid, before her eyes involuntarily glanced down and she shuddered. Faval would readily admit he wasn't the best at being perceptive emotionally, but physical cues? As an archer, he would have shot himself if he missed the flash of desire in those violet pools.

A grunt escaped his lips as he hilted himself inside her snatch, and soon her womb was flooded with his thick, sticky seed. A scream of his own name reached his ears, and even as he kissed her to silence that noise, it brought an obscene joy to his spirit. To have made a woman as drop-dead gorgeous as Ishtar shout his own name in the throes of an impossibly powerful orgasm… Well, it would give anyone an ego boost.

He staggered to his feet and pulled her up with him, and pushed her front against the large pine tree that served to hide them from any observers, one hand at her hip and the other tangled in a very disheveled ponytail. When he pulled on it and her back arched, followed by a loud smack of her large, shapely ass, his groin was further drenched in her juices.

"Aren't you supposed to be the Prince's fiancé? I can't believe a woman like you would be this eager to fuck a stranger!" The blond bowman taunted as he slapped her ass again, hypnotized by the way it bounced and shook with every thrust of his hips and the red mark of his hand against her pale skin.

"F-Fuck him! Fuck Julius! Just don't stop!" Ishtar wailed in a husky, throaty voice as his dick relentlessly hammered her weakness again and again, her mind already fallen beneath the waves of pleasure from the harsh, brutal pace set by Ullr's descendent. Of course he didn't plan on stopping until he was done and his balls were emptied, but what she didn't need to know…

Another mewl of ecstasy slipped out when his hand drifted from her ass and squeezed a perky, swaying tit, fingers calloused from a lifetime of hard work rough against her sensitive nipple. And she loved it more than words could express, more than she realized herself when her walls tightened around his length again. Two climaxes in less than three minutes… The tiny part of her mind that still functioned knew that Julius would never be able to satisfy her like this.

Plap! Plap! Plap plap plap plap! Julius would never be able to make such a lewd sound as he fucked her! She rocked and bucked against his dick eagerly, her tongue limp against her lips as she moaned and panted like a bitch in heat. If this was the kind of cock that could be found in Seliph's army… Then her next move was astoundingly clear.

The tree shook and thin needles fell as Faval pounded her harder and harder, driven by his own impending orgasm to fuck her until she couldn't even speak, much less be a threat to his sister and her friends. Granted, he knew that was a weak excuse to justify sating his lusts with the hottest woman in all of Jugdral, but it was the one he used.

And as he filled her with his seed again, impregnating her for sure by now, it was a process that he was nowhere even close to being done with. It wasn't everyday that a guy got a chance to have sex with a woman anywhere near as hot as Ishtar, and by the Gods he intended on making the most of it.

His grip on her hair tightened again, and he leaned in to kiss her as he continued driving her further into a cock-drunk insanity, her wonderfully toned stomach swelling with his dick every time he drove his hips forward. Admittedly, Faval was the one doing the lion's share of the work, but he wasn't complaining about it. After all, that meant he had fucked her to the point that even returning a kiss was beyond her ability, and that was certainly something to be proud of.

He was tempted to undo the tie in her hair and let it fall loose, but that would deprive him of quite the useful handle. The blond archer settled for pulling out and stepping back, and a snort of mirth escaped as those killer legs of hers buckled instantly. "This is a good look for you Ish, gotta say. Fucked so hard you can't even stand, my cum leaking from your pussy… And here I thought you couldn't be any sexier."

Ishtar was too busy panting for breath, her very ample bust heaving, to have replied to him in any legible fashion, and when Faval started towards her again she lunged in his direction. Blue eyes widened in shock and he wondered if he had underestimated her resilience, before he groaned and damn near collapsed against the tree.

Her throat was wrapped around his cock, those plump lips of hers pressed into his base after she had swallowed every last inch without even so much as the slightest sign of gagging. Compared to her stuffed cunt, her mouth was not quite as tight… But it was definitely something quite enjoyable. Hell, it beat finding a random tavern girl and fucking her lights out, if he was being honest.

His hands flew to her hair once more, and Faval grunted and moaned as he fucked Ishtar's face with as much ferocity that he had hammered her sex with. "Glllg! Hrrk! Mmmmph, hrrmp gllg gllrk hrrrmph~" Gods, was she really getting off to this too? Faval glanced down and damn near finished then and there when his eyes saw how she feverishly fingered her cum-stuffed pussy, her free hand hard at work as it groped and squeezed her breasts.

If it had been another time, another place, the son of Brigid might have been aghast at how quickly he came. But here and now? With Ishtar, with the knowledge that he had just fucked her into a stupor and heard her beg him to keep going? There was no man on earth who would be able to last even more than a mere handful of minutes.

Her face was pulled so deep on his dick that she wondered if he wanted to fit his balls inside her mouth as well, and as he pumped seed down into her stomach, the disheveled heir of Friege twitched and spasmed around her fingers, one last climax coaxed from her body. It was a good thing he was deep in her throat already, for there would have been no chance of her swallowing his load without spilling quite a bit.

Spent beyond his wildest dreams, Faval released her from his grip and staggered back, before he too fell over thanks to unsteady legs. His chest rose and fell in a quick, desperate rhythm as he tried to get the air she had stolen away back into his lungs, and maybe quell that bone-deep exhaustion that had suddenly seeped in. That… That could be an issue if he needed to stand to his feet and fight. Surely a little nap… wouldn't hurt…

The nap, far from hurting, was the best one he'd ever had in his life. The water dumped onto his face however… That, he could have done without.

Faval sputtered and swore violently as he sluggishly rose to a seated position, and blushed a furious red when his eyes took in the sight of his sister. His red-faced, angry-twitch-in-the-brow having sister. "Care to explain… Oh I don't know, everything?!" Patty hissed, and despite his greater physical strength and combat ability, he cowed as she advanced with a fiery expression on her face.

Meanwhile, as the children of Brigid and Holyn… "caught up", Seliph rubbed at his eyes with a deep sigh, a very tired and pleasantly satisfied Thunder Goddess seated to his left with his cape clutched over her body. "And you're really… Truly, genuinely going to leave the Empire behind and join us b-because of s-something so… So base as s-se…"

"Sex? Fucking? The best orgasms of my life? Well, when you put it that way…" Ishtar chuckled as she leaned into his ear and blatantly gripped the outline of his manhood through his pants. "Yes. If what I'm feeling is any indication… You're even more spectacularly gifted than he is. You'll need someone who knows the darker side of the political game… And the son of the late Empress Deirdre cannot rule on his lonesome~"

Somewhere in the afterlife, the ghost of Sigurd looked down on his son with a fond smile on his face, and only started laughing himself to a second death when his heir fully turned into a blushing choirboy around his future Empress.