Author's Note: Welp, this one-shot turn two-shot now becomes a three-shot, maybe I shouldn't say that so soon, considering the plans I have. Anyways, its Morgan's/Marc's birthday, and I got Ophelia and Morgan back, and they wanna show you all the ringer they are putting little old Marc in. Cause hooo boy, Marc's just barely getting through.
The sun rose to shine its light over the land of Askr, signaling a new day. Its rays trying to pierce through the many openings and windows to help light up the inside of the Order of Heroes Castle. And give a wake-up call for those still slumbering to rise for the day.
"Slurp~ Sluurrpp~"
"MMhhhmmm~ Mhhhmm~"
Though one young man had a different type of rising.
"Ugghh~"
Marc groaned as a tickling sensation brought him out of his slumber. His senses still a bit dazed, making it difficult for him to pinpoint exactly what that sensation was, all he could tell was that it felt pleasurable.
Perhaps a bit too much.
"Uhhh!" The Tactician gasped, eyes snapping open and hips buckled as the sensation suddenly became overwhelming. Causing his mind to jump, but also allowing him to figure out where it was coming from.
Lifting his head and tilting it down to the edge of the bed, Marc could see the large bulge under the covers, near his groin.
He had a pretty good idea of what was going on, having been woken like this a few times before. But that didn't stop his hand from gripping the sheets, and pulling them off to the side, almost gasping at the sight.
"Morning, my love~" Ophelia cheerfully greeted him with a smirk, her cheek pressed down against his thigh while the rest of her bare, stained body laid past his leg to the side and on her's. Angled in a way to help her tongue slide and lick over his balls while she presented in full her heaving breasts, flat stomach and stained cunt. Making sure his eyes were locked with her own as she moved her face a bit more towards his groin, her lips pressing against one of his lower nuts in a way that had him wince. Before taking both his balls inside her mouth, sucking and licking up the containers that held one of her favorite snacks. Making sure to give a whiff of her nose strong enough for him to feel as she took in his musky scent
But as he kept his gaze on her, Marc's girlfriend flicked her eyes up towards his dick, directing his attention to his tip, or more accurately , the girl who laid on the other side, similarly bare and marked as Ophelia, and whose mouth was currently engulfing his member.
"Pwwapp~" Morgan's lips rang as she released her tight hold over her brother's engorged tip, but made sure to keep giving it attention as she cupped her palm over it, rubbing it slightly in circular motions while her thin fingers moved and tapped against its sides. Lying on her front as she bent both her legs upwards to the sky.
She smirked at watching her brother's strained reaction, "Morning Lil' Bro, hope you don't mind the sudden wake-up, both me and Ophelia wanted a little snack to fill our bellies after the ringer you put us through last night, but we didn't want to walk to the mess hall." She informed him cheekily.
She made a point to wiggle her hips and show off her slightly reddened ass, also making sure to push her tits further against his thigh, massaging the sore muscle with her soft, velvet skin. The female tactician smirking as she noticed Marc's grip on the sheets tighten.
Removing her palm from his tip, Morgan opened her mouth wide as she engulfed his dick. Not slowing down as she pushed her head further and further down his large pole. Her lips sliding over the skin and coating it in a shine of saliva while her throat stretched and accommodated his girth. Making it a challenge for the girl to breathe as she had her nostrils were filled with the strong musky scent he produced.
But being the strategist she was, Morgan used this to her advantage. Letting the overwhelming scent flood her mind, making it a bit hazing, and in turn, helping her relax. Allowing her to better take in more and more of his length until her lips pressed against his groin, only to move her head back up till just his tip remained, and repeating the motion once again.
"Uhh!" Marc gasped at the feeling, barely able to keep his eyes open to watch the two girls work in tandem on him. And considering he just woke up, he wasn't able to mount a proper defense. As such, his resistance to their charms and actions was quickly falling, feeling entranced by their movements. From Morgan's bobbing head that had her messy dark hair swaying, to Ophelia's energetic yet graceful ball-sucking . That, along with the way their bodies twisted to help the two move better, was just mesmerizing.
And it was too much for Marc to bare.
"You-, you two." He managed to get out, finally able to speak some words as he attempted to give them a warning.
The best friends by his groin gave each other a knowing look. With Ophelia releasing her hold on her boyfriend's balls, while Morgan slid her mouth off his dick. The two positioned themselves on either side of his member, their tongues darted out, tracing and sliding over his skin as they attacked him from both sides.
And it was enough to get the three to finally see white, Marc letting out a loud groan as his hips bucked up, his cock spasming as it erupted. Wave after wave of his seed was shot into the air and landed down onto the awaiting faces of two eager girls who looked up at their falling reward, before closing their eyes in preparation.
Ophelia and Morgan held their chins up and mouths wide open, tongues rolled out like a carpet as they attempted to catch rope after rope of his cum for them to drink down. Not minding the splashes that painted their faces, staining their pale skin from their cheeks, to their nose, and in Morgan's case, one of her eyes. Not to mention their hair.
But neither cared, in fact, they were impressed. Finding it fascinating how much Marc still had to offer, even after giving them so much the previous night.
The sound of Marc groaning in relief followed by his head falling back onto the bed was an indication to the two he was finally done. And with that revelation, the two didn't hesitate in drinking down their reward.
Marc felt himself once again enter a dazed state, barely able to take in his surroundings as the sounds of slurping by his two lovers as they swallowed every last bit of his cum. The boy winced as he felt their tongues once again slide over his dick, seemingly intent on cleaning it up and in the process, scooping any remaining pieces of cum that landed on it instead of them.
The lad heard the two girls hum contently once they seemed done, feeling and hearing the bed creak slightly as they both made their way up towards his face. His sister positioning herself on one side, while his girlfriend took the other.
The two leaned their heads down towards him. Ophelia gave him a soft loving peck on his lips, while Morgan's lips were a bit more lustful, with the girl quickly darting her tongue into his mouth and pressing it against his own. Almost having him balk as he tasted the remnants of his own cum on it.
The boy had no doubt Morgan intended it, considering how she gave a joyful giggle when she pulled away and got herself comfortable by his side. Pressing her body against his own, her legs intertwined with one of his while one of her hands rested on his chest. Ophelia mirroring her friend's actions on his other side.
Marc simply let out a sigh, still not sure how to feel about the two's wake-up call , it was definitely a pleasurable way to start a new day, but also an intense one. And when many days were now like that, it was hard to keep up. Especially when it was both Ophelia and Morgan, just one would be hard to handle. But two? Marc sometimes found it surprising that he was able to survive.
But, he also smiled. Having these two beautiful women in bed with him, their bodies and their hearts connected to his own. Was a feeling like no other, and he wouldn't trade it for anything.
Ophelia and Morgan both let out an approving giggle as they felt Marc's arms wrap around them both, pressing the two further against him, while also now having their heads rest on his shoulders, and close to his head.
All three had to agree, this was nice.
"Guulp~"
Marc's throat bulged as he swallowed another piece of food off his second plate. Currently in the mess hall that was surprising sparsely populated, his cloak hung over his chair as he sat by himself. Ophelia and Morgan meanwhile were still back in the room, wanting to rest a bit more and reminding him that they had already had their 'breakfast' when he was about to leave. Not wasting a single second, he shoved another piece into his mouth once he felt the lump disappear and whatever caused it drop into his stomach.
If there was one thing Marc learned since starting his relationship with Ophelia, specifically their extracurricular activities burned a lot of energy, and when Morgan joined in, he lost even more. And so he found himself eating much more than usual to replenish what he lost. For once not caring what he's mother would think. No doubt she would scold him for eating so informally and somewhat messely.
But when he needed to eat as much as he could to keep his levels up and ready for whatever the two girls could throw at him, he felt he might be forgiven.
Might being the key word.
"Goodness Marc, slow down or you're liable to choke on something."
The Tactician paused himself at the sound of his name, turning towards his source, he found a dark-blue-hair girl standing near, smiling politely at him as she carried her own tray of food.
"Did you forget to eat dinner last night? Or are you planning on missing lunch today? Cause either answer would explain just how much food is on your plate." Lilina asked him with a friendly joking tone. Removing one hand from her tray to tray and holding it to her mouth to help make her proceeding chuckle appear more elegant.
Her azure eyes were shut as she did it, but Marc had seen them enough times to see how their lighter shade complemented the darker one of her hair. While her darken shaded red attire gave another layer that helped to contrast both sources of blue. From the dress that hugged her form, ending in a drape marked in her family's emblem that fell over the front of her loose, white, beige-shaded mini-skirt. A blue-belt warped around her waist to help keep both fabrics in place.
A short, small, red and golden-striped vest clung over her top, exposing her shoulders and pale skin while covering a bit of her upper arms. A golden accessory, embedded with a blue gem helping to secure both inward, white edges of the vest over her chest while pairing nicely with the blue jewel hanging off the white color wrapped around her neck.
Her long hair being kept in check with the red headpiece she had on. On one hand she held a red-cuff over her wrist, a small, yellowish drape hanging off it. While her other wrist held a silver bracelet with a red ribbon tied around her wrist in a cross as the two ends connected to a hoop over a joint on her middle finger, which wore a ring that was connected to the hoop. Her legs meanwhile, were encased in a brown tinted pair of leggings, though most of it was covered by the long, red and white beige-shaded, slightly heeled boots.
Marc had to admit, she was a cute girl. And with a real nice personality to boot. He was glad to have met her, finding himself paired with her on missions more than a couple of times. The two becoming good friends. Though not as good as she appeared to be with his sister and Ophelia. The trio appeared to become pretty close in the time they knew each other.
Her outgoing and friendly personality paired well with Morgan's and Ophelia's more extrangant ones. While also helping to rein them in at times and be someone to remind them to maybe slow down when the two would sometimes get a bit too ahead.
"Hmllm Lllnnn!" Marc tried to greet, only to realize his mouth was currently stuffed with a load of food. Though thankfully, his friend didn't seem to mind, giving another elegant laugh as she sat down opposite of him while the boy in front of her did his best to swallow down the large quantities of food in his mouth in a somewhat mannerful way, considering he now had a company, and a princess at that in front of him.
Marc gulped as he finally was able to swallow the last piece of food he still had in his mouth. Rubbing the back of his head while giving Lilina an embarrassed look, "Sorry about that," He apologized.
The girl simply gave another chuckle, "No need, you weren't trying to be rude," She assured him, waving her hand to help compliment the action. Proceeding to give him a curious look as she then asked, "Though if I may ask, why were you eating so much?"
Marc gave an embarrassed chuckle, "Lets just say, me and Morgan were so wrapped up over some documents from our strategy meeting yesterday, that we missed dinner and passed out in her room." Marc then turned his head to give an embarrassed smile, "Thankfully Ophelia came in and helped to give us a better place to sleep than Morgan's desk."
The blue-haired princess giggled at his explanation, Marc finding her expression endearing, even if his words were a lie.
OK, maybe not a complete lie, he and Morgan were reviewing some documents, it's just that when they decided to take a break, his sister felt the need to let off some steam, and when Ophelia came in, well, any previous plans for the night were thrown out.
Lilina finished her giggles, looking back at him with a warm smile, "Some things don't seem to change huh? At least you have Ophelia to help look after you as well." She commented.
Marc smiled, a small blush appearing on his cheeks as he tilted his head down, "Yeah, she's pretty great." He replied with a low, grateful tone, "I'm not sure how I was so lucky to meet her, let alone be together with her." He admitted with somewhat self-deprecating tone, truly wondering why fate decided to be so generous with him
But to his surprise, he felt a warm presence suddenly on his hand. Looking back up, he saw that Lilina had reached over to place her hand over his own, squeezing it reassuringly while she continued to smile at him.
"Marc," She started in a warm and caring tone, "You know more than anyone why Ophelia fell for you, cause you're you, and you know why you fell for her, because she's her. You don't have to worry about why you got her, because at the moment, you do, and you should focus on her right here and now."
Marc could only blink at her, stunned by her words. Before his face turned into a smile, "Thanks," He told her with a grateful tone.
She merely shook her head with a small laugh, "No need," She informed him, "We're friends, it's our duty to help each other when we need, even if it's for a little pointless self-doubt." She added teasingly.
Marc playfully smiled back at her with a little challenging look at her light jab, "Oh come on, It's my first relationship, of course I'm gonna be fretting!" He defended.
Lilina simply removed her hand from his own, the Tactician subconsciously missing the small warmth it provided. Though most of his focus was on the way she wagged a finger at him and winked, "You should focus on making it you're only relationship, and a very long one at that," She playfully stated, "Besides Marc, you have nothing to worry about, lots of people like you, you're dependable and funny, smart and caring, if everyone wasn't already aware by how smitten you and Ophelia were with each other before you got together, then I'm sure some of the other girls would've taken a chance with you."
Marc blushed at that statement as he looked away, "You're jesting," He tried to push back, only for the girl to laugh at him cheerfully.
"I am a girl Marc, I can pick up on a few things, I'm not the same naive girl you've read about in the archives." She informed him, causing the boy to stiffen up a bit. While the archives were interesting, most people decided not to read about the other heroes as a general rule, wishing to instead learn about them from the person themselves. Marc though, while he agreed with the sentiment and would prefer to go that route. He was also very curious by nature. And so, he and his sister both read about many of the heroes in the order, usually without their knowledge.
Or at least he thought.
"Sorry," Marc apologized, hoping he didn't seem rude in perhaps invading her privacy by reading about her without her knowledge.
Lilina once again gave another, admittedly beautiful chuckle, "Just a bit of teasing Marc, when Morgan let it slip how you two read about how I used to be before the war in my world. I couldn't help myself." She admitted happily, "Morgan talks about you just as much as she does her father sometimes, you two sure are close."
Marc once again felt himself turning away, a slight blush returning on his cheeks, "Yeah, we are." He admitted, hoping to the gods the princess would never find out just how close the siblings were.
But, either way, the rest of their conversation was enjoyable. And Marc found himself getting lost in it.
So lost in fact, he failed to notice the way Lilina's eyes lingered on him for a few seconds at a time before flicking away, as though in a bit of shame.
Marc gave a yawn as he leaned over the stone wall, gazing over the landscape that surrounded the Order's castle. His view coming from one of the highest points the case had to offer, being the tower on the east side.
Marc was currently being tasked with watch duty. The castle's ranks being a bit short-staffed with the Summoner, the Askr prince and princess, along with the commander having taken a bunch of soldiers to fortify the Kingdom's perimeter. Leaving some of the heroes to pick up some of these menial tasks.
Though Marc had to admit, this wasn't so bad.
The weather was exceptionally nice today, not too hot or cold, with just enough sunlight to feel refreshing while the occasional cloud gave the sensation a quick break. Plus there was a gentle breeze to tickle his skin.
That along with the view help Marc to treat this task more as a chance to relax than to work.
And taking in a breath, Marc had his eyes scan over the view, turning his body more and more to see around him. But as he looked over the Castle, his eyes fell on another guard tower near him, and he could swear the person in it was waving at him.
'Is that?' Squinting his eyes, Marc snapped his fingers, casting a hex that enchanted his vision, a smile coming over his face as he realized it was Morgan who was waving at him.
Marc waves back, his enchanted vision allowing him to see Morgan's smile widen as she seemingly let out a giggle.
However, her carefree expression soon disappeared as Marc noticed her head start to whip around, seemingly checking her surrandings around her guard tower, or more specifically, the other towers.
Noticing they were all empty, Morgan gained a devious smirk that Marc had become all too familiar with. Watching his sister walk back deep into the center pillar of her guard tower. Making sure that the only other people who could see her would be people on her level, and Marc was the only other person in a guard tower.
The girl's smirk widened at seeing her brother tense up as she tugged down at the neckline of her top with her index finger. Her vision also enhanced by a hex that allowed her to take in far greater detail from a distance than what should be normally possible. Continuing to expose more of the skin on her upper chest at a slow, taunting pace, barely able to surpass a laugh at how Marc seemed to grip the edges of the wall while ducking in his lips as more and more of her massive mounds began to pool towards and out of the opening in her top. Revealing that she wasn't wearing a bra.
Not that Marc cared, or admittedly was surprised about.
After what felt like an eternity but was actually only less than a minute, Morgan's tits finally popped out of her top's neckline. The neckline helped to keep the dough-like mounds held up while they hung over it. But Morgan, being the strategist she was, didn't miss a beat with her next plan of attack as she grabbed both sides of her tits' velvet skin, her fingers slipping into the flesh as she began to push the twin mounds together and kneaded them.
She made sure she looked as cute as she was sexy. And knowing that her brother wouldn't be able to hear her unless she scream across to him, something that was too much of a risk even for her, she made sure her mouth was constantly opening and closing, twitching while it was agape to give him something to stimulate his ears and imagine what she would sound like.
He's heard her moan in a variety of ways after all.
She leaned back and inhaled in satisfaction as she watched her brother squirm and focus his gaze directly on her as she played with her breasts.
If there was one thing Marc learned about her and Ophelia. It was that the two LOVED taking a risk with their activities. There was just something about doing this public that excited them to no end. Before finally letting loose their pent up desires in bed.
Marc meanwhile, was starting to lose control of his breathing, feeling its pace quicken and hitch suddenly as Morgan shifted her pose. From either leaning back and arching her chest forward, closing her eyes as she looked lost in pleasure, to shifting her chest forward, and giving him a needy look that was practically begging him to somehow make his way across to the other tower and be the one to play with her breasts.
But Marc couldn't do either, he had to stay here and continue his watchman duty, and Morgan knew that, which was why he knew she was taking delight in her little show. Even if it turned her on like nothing else.
Marc could feel his erection straining his pants, begging to be let free from the tight confides it was encased in. Creating a large tent that pushed out against the wall. The Tactician groaned as he could help but give a slight hump to rub his clothes erection against the wall, he had to let out his desires somehow. Especially as Morgan brought her fingers to her pink nipples, tracing a single digit in circles around each nub before pinching them and pulling them around, lifting them up to then drop them a few times to show off just how nicely they bounced.
It was almost too much for Marc to take. But, it seemed as though Morgan wasn't done. As with the wave of one of her fingers, Morgan began to float a bit. A trick she learned from Ophelia. And while she wasn't all that proficient in it, she was still able to lift herself enough off the ground for Marc to now see down to her knees, and more importantly, her mini-skirt.
"No..." Was all Marc was able to get out, his eyes nearly bulging out of his head as he watched his sister lean back, letting her upper back and leg rest against the pillar behind her. Settling herself as though she was laying on a bed, with her legs opening up to give her brother a clear view of the inside of her skirt.
She wasn't wearing any panties.
Marc's hand traveled down to his loins, mirroring his sister as her own hand went inside her skirt, making sure to let him see how she tensed up when inserting a few digits inside her folds. Making a show of fingering herself with one hand while her other fondled a breast.
Marc though could only watch in awe, his hand rubbing the outer layer of his tenting erection as he watched the incredibly erotic display. So entranced by it that he wouldn't have noticed if someone came up the tower.
Morgan made sure to position herself as best she could in the air. Letting her legs twitch with every thrust of her fingers, her spine twisting and arching up with every squeeze of her breasts, her mouth agape with a series of pants while her eyes were narrow in a pleasure-hazed gaze.
However, eventually Marc saw her gaze focus on him, and her mouth move. Speaking to him from different towers. And even if he couldn't hear her, he knew what she was saying.
"Take it out."
Marc was powerless to disobey her, already having been caught in her spell. Undoing the belt that held his pants up while undoing his fly, fishing his hand into the inside of the fabric and pulling out his dick, gripping it slightly as he began to pump his hand up and down his member.
Morgan smirked as she noticed her brother's expression change. Even if the wall blocked her view, she could tell he understood her message. And even if she couldn't see him pumping that dick she loved,knowing he was doing it was more than enough.
"Get ready for a show, Lil' Bro," She declared to herself, taking a deep breath to ready herself before intensifying her own masturbation. Pumping her fingers out of her sopping pussy faster while giving her sensitive breasts a tight squeeze. Leaning her head down to capture her free tit with her mouth. Both to enhance her pleasure while giving her something to help stiffen her moans.
Marc groaned as he masturbated to the display. His hand may not compare to what Ophelia and Morgan were able to give, but considering the show that was right in front of him, it gave him more than enough motivation.
The siblings continued to masturbate to one another from different towers, out in the open but only visible to each other. With every moment passing increasing the fire lit under them to finish up. And so, with one final look at each other, the sibling tacticians nodded.
Morgan bit down into her tit, a bit of pain mixing into her scream as her floodgates opened. Her intense orgasm racked her body as it convulsed. Her chest arching up as high as it could go while her legs twitched and flailed as her nectar spilled onto the stone floor under her.
Morgan, taking a moment to gaze at her brother with narrow-lidded eyes, seeing him hunched over and panting clearly, no doubt having cummed all over the wall in front of him.
Though she would've preferred if he came all over her.
'Oh well, we can fix that later.' She thought, deciding to instead bask in her post-orgasmic bliss.
However, due to said orgasm, she had lost part of her concentration, which was being used to help keep the spell that was having her float in the air.
"Eh?" The girl blinked as she suddenly felt heavy, before giving a yelp as she suddenly dropped down to the ground with a thud.
Marc meanwhile, did his best to catch his breath, his heavy panting causing him to take in the scent of his cum, noticing just how musky and powerful it seemed despite being plastered all over the stained wall. After a few moments, he finally was able to steady himself, waving a hand down towards the stains of cum as snapping his fingers. His seed dissipating into the air and left no trace of its existence.
Marc found himself very lucky to know what was becoming an increasingly useful spell ever since his relationship with Ophelia started.
Pulling his head back up, Marc looked across towards the other guard tower, seeing his sister back on her feet (though he didn't catch the part where she was on her back against the ground). Her back leaning down as she was seemingly waving her hand around. Causing Marc to believe she was using the same spell he had just moments ago.
Once she was done, she had one hand grab the neckline of her top, while the other held her tits, pushing the twin mounds back into the confinements. Marc continued to watch as she straightened out her appearance and got rid of any unusual wrinkles in her clothing. Before finally seemingly being satisfied.
Marc noticed as her gaze turned back to him, bringing her fingers to her lips and seemingly giving them a kiss before placing the fingers on her ear and saying something.
"Hey Lil' Bro, don't forget to pull your fly back up."
The Male Tactician stiffened suddenly at the sudden voice he heard in his head, looking down to see that his dick was still out and his pants still undone. Turning back up to give Morgan an annoyed look across the tower. The girl laughing at catching him off guard with a new spell she learned from Ophelia. Flashing him a smirk and giving him a cheeky wink as she walked away to the other side of the pillar, where the stairs back down were.
Marc just let out a sigh as he redid his pants, making sure his deflating dick was comfortable tuck inside as he tightened the confides back up. Despite what had just occurred, Marc was able to act mostly completely normal, a testament to how Ophelia and Morgan had made him use to these sorts of things.
And so, he leaned back forward over the edge to resume his guard duties. Deciding it was back to get to work after his, 'interesting' break.
The training hall was mostly desolate at this time of day, a surprise. Though not an unwelcome one to Marc, as it gave him and his partner full access to the grounds.
Though for Marc, that would be a disadvantage, as he stood in the center of the arena, whipping his head from one side to another repeatedly as he tried to hone in on the "Pop" sound that was ringing all around the room.
"Hehehe," Ophelia giggled as she appeared a few feet in front of Marc, flashing him a wink and sticking her tongue out at him playfully, "Can't catch me~" She sang before teleporting away.
Marc merely chuckled, "Well see about that," He stated in a challenging tone.
The tactician relaxed, hearing the sound of Ophelia's teleportation ring all over the room, before honing in on it and shooting his book out. The practice tome shot out a concussive green blade of wind as it traveled to its destination, right where Ophelia had teleported to.
The Norhina mage's eyes widen in shock momentarily as instinct took over, teleporting away just in time, about to let out a sigh of relief, only to realize there was another blade of wind already heading towards her, too close for her to avoid.
"Ahh!" She yelped as she was sent flying across the room, tumbling over the floor before stopping. Letting out a groan at the ordeal.
"Still think I can't catch you?" A voice called out to her, sitting up and turning her head, Ophelia looked at Marc as he walked towards her, a proud grin on his face.
"It appears as though the chosen heroine's prediction was wrong, and that her ego was lead to downfall," The girl replied in a playful, self-mocking tone as she smiled at him.
Marc chuckled at the display, before gaining a curious look on his face, "So, what was the deal, you seemed slower than usual." He commented.
His girlfriend merely sighed, cupping a cheek with her palm and giving an exaggerated sigh, "Ah, observant as always my love, and correct as well. For my body is not recovered from the trials it received last night, by your own hands nonetheless." She flashed him a knowing gaze at the last part.
Marc rubbed the back of his head, having the decency to look ashamed, though he was still playful as he commented, "Well, you said last night you wanted it as rough as Morgan got it." He pointed out.
His girlfriend merely laughed, "Dear, I believe you and your sister overestimate just how rough you can be."
"Didn't stop you from screaming out how much you loved it," Marc replied in a cheeky tone. Laughing as he saw his girlfriend tense up and look away.
"Anyways~" She began, her tone regaining its sing-song extravagant nature, "The battle isn't done yet my chosen lover, there's still another round for us to partake in."
Marc raised an eyebrow at her comment, "Is that so? What kind?"
Ophelia smirked, snapping her fingers to teleport before appearing right in front of her beloved, flashing him a smirk, one that widened as he hissed when she pressed the palm of her hand into his groin.
"This one, " She declared, before bringing her boyfriend into a deep passionate kiss.
However, despite the sudden change of events, Marc was able to match Ophelia's pace as his tongue did battle with her's, the two moaning in the other's mouths as they breathed in the other's breaths. Their bodies pressed against one another. With Ophelia's palm still pressing firmly against his groin, which was starting to tent while her other hand was wrapped around his neck to help keep their bodies close. Marc hand's doing something similar as one arm was wrapped around her waist while the other mauled at her latex-covered butt.
Ophelia broke the kiss and gave a whine as Marc's fingers suddenly slipped under her yellow bottoms and pressed against her pucker rear. Looking back up at her boyfriend with a mock-hurt look at the sudden intrusion.
He simply chuckled, "Seems like someone can't keep up." He challenged, causing the girl in front of him to adopt a determined face.
"Oh you are so gonna get." She declared, losing her usual theatrics momentarily as she dove snapped her fingers and undid the belt and buttons holding his pants and small-clothes up, diving her hand in and wrapping it around his semi-hard length. Smirking as he heard him hiss before giving an "Epp!" as she felt his fingers move down towards her dripping folds.
Boyfriend and Girlfriend raced to make the other one cum first. Marc's pants and small-clothes now bunched around his knees, his member as full mast as Ophelia's hand glided over it with a smooth, yet intense pace. Ophelia meanwhile, had her bottoms similarly bunched down around her lower thighs, her juices staining the insides of the latex as Marc's fingers dove in and out of her passage at a brisk pace.
"Ahh!" Ophelia yelped as Marc pressed his palm against her groin, digging around inside her pussy with his ring and middle finger while his thumb brushed constantly against her clit. Her response being to bring her boyfriend into a searing kiss, but not before snapping her fingers and feeling a sudden heaviness settle in her lungs. Locking Marc's lips as tightly as she could, intent on making it difficult for him to take in oxygen while also continuing his assault on her folds.
The blonde though, had already hexed her lungs, giving her advantage as she continued to pump her beloved shaft with firm and elegant moments, taking brief pauses every now and then to gently cup and give his sacs a nice squeeze. Loving the way he moaned into the kiss while shivering at the action. Though she wasn't much better as Marc was still able to keep up his fingering at a brisk pace.
Here the two were, in the middle of a public, wide-open room for anyone in the castle to use. With their pants down and getting each other off. If they were caught, the other members would never live it down.
That's probably why it gave the two so much of a thrill.
"Mwwapp" was the sound that rang as the two mages disconnected their lips, looking at each other with flushed faces and narrow-lidded eyes. Each giving a nod to the other.
"Make me cum" was the message they exchanged, it didn't matter who came first, what matter was giving the one they loved pleasure.
"Ehhhnnn!" Ophelia moaned through gritted teeth as Marc's thumb brushed once again her puffed up clit, and with his fingers buried deep inside, it was enough to trigger her orgasm. Gripping his shirt tightly as she held onto him for support as she came all over his hand. Her legs buckling as her juices flowed from her entrance onto his palm and trickling down her thighs while dripping onto her bottoms.
Marc did his best to hold her up and close, though it was a bit difficult as he was also having a hard time standing up, finding himself also in climax as his member pulsed against Ophelia's grip, which had his tip angled up. Causing his loads to shoot right up towards her chest and stomach.
The girl gave a surprised gasp as she felt her exposed skin around her breasts being hit by a stray wave, while the mesh covering over her stomach was drenched in his seed, seeping into the fabric and causing a warm feeling.
The two held onto each other for support, with Marc wrapping his arms around her back and head, bringing her into a hug while having her forehead rest against his shoulder. Ophelia also holding onto him as she looked down at the mess the two made, mostly on herself. Her senses being assaulted and almost overwhelmed by just how much cum there was. Even after being in this relationship for a while, Ophelia wondered just how her boyfriend seemed to have so much cum to offer. Even if the hex he did put on himself to make his cum sterile for the time being had the side effect of increasing his sperm count and putting him a bit on edge more often, the amounts he let out was something else.
"Hey, you ok?" Marc's voice called out to her, his tone sweet and gentle.
Ophelia smiled at his words, only to then tighten her grip on his shirt and gaze up at him with a determined look, "We are going into the baths, hex it closed, and you are gonna fuck me till there's too much cum on my body for the water to wash away, got it?"
Marc blinked at her words. If they were still at the beginning of their relationship than he would think more about her words and even give some resistance.
But Ophelia, and Morgan have long since changed him, and he found himself increasingly more accepting of their ideas.
Which was why Ophelia smirk as he smiled down at her.
"If that's what you want." He said.
"These reports aren't due till next week, right?"
"Yeah, but we're also expecting the scouting team from the northern region to come back in before then. So we should finish work on these reports now in case the scouting reports turn out to be more than we expected."
Mogran groaned in an exaggerated tone , "Ughh, and then we've still got to file those other reports for the summoner right after." Her grip on the papers she was holding tightened with a slight audible crunch being heard, turning her head to look behind at him, "Why are we the ones being tasked with all of this?!" She asked despite already knowing the answer.
Marc lowered his own sheets of paper, looking up at her with a raised eyebrow as he answered her question, "Cause Soren and Katrina are leading squads in other worlds and trusted us to work hard for them in their place?"
Morgan clenched her eyes and gave a frustrated pouting in response, "Yeah! I know that but this is just too much! It's almost more than our parents got back during Ylisse, and they were the top advisors to the Exalt!" She exclaimed.
Marc, while not disagreeing with her statement, didn't completely agree with it either, he and Morgan were only their parents' assistants, and usually didn't know just how much their parents dealt with. "At least we have each other," He commented, making his sister give him a brief questioning gaze before settling it into a heartfelt smile.
Only for it to transform into a devious grin, "Ahh, look at you, trying to to be heartfelt, want a kiss as a reward?" She responded in a joyfully teasing tone.
Marc gave her a small grin, "Says the one currently sitting atop of my lap," He pointed out, gesturing down at her short-skirt covered ass as it was settled nicely upon his lap while he sat down on the chair behind their shared desk and at the back of their office.
Morgan's face turned into one of exaggerated offense, "Well where would you have me seat, oh dear little brother? On the ground?!" She exclaimed.
"Your chair is literally right there in the corner," He dryly pointed out.
But his sister did not slow down her over-exaggerated nature, "Bah! That chair is not fit for a girl with such assets as myself, my butt is very sensitive, and that chair just isn't suited to treat it with the care it needs."
Marc held back the urge to point out they had had some of the best and well-cushioned chairs in the order. Or mention the fact that her ' sensitive' butt could take quite a pounding, knowing that she would just retort with her saying how it was him who was the one to give that pounding.
"Besides, I know you like it when I do this, no need to deny it," Morgan stated as she lightly flexed and bounced her lower cheeks atop of him, putting pressure on and off his semi-erection which was pushing comfortably up and against her ass.
Marc didn't comment, merely bringing up his papers once again to focus on them.
Morgan playfully rolled her eyes at his actions, not missing the slight, single buck he gave with his hips, pressing up against her ass briefly with just a bit more force.
Looking over at their desk, Morgan gazed at the two piles of stacked papers atop of it, one for reports they've finished and another for ones they haven't started. She took note that despite the untouched pile being more than twice as high as the finished one, they had been making good progress. They've been doing this for a while now and would continue for a bit more. Placing a finger on her chin, she thought about her options, and quickly came to a decision as on what to do.
"Want to take a break?"
Marc once again lowered his papers and looked up at his sister, her face calm and neutral, but he could recognize the familiar glint in her eyes.
Marc proceeded to pull his papers back up, "As much as I'd like to, we should really focus on these reports, even if we're making good time, there's no telling if something will suddenly add onto that pile." Even if Morgan and Ophelia had destroyed his qualms about doing something in a place like this, he also knew when to focus on work instead of pleasure, especially when he was receiving a fair amount of the latter lately.
His sister huffed at his logical response, "Come on!" She whined, "It won't be long, neither of us even has to cum! Just something to get us in the mood and get us more excited for later tonight." She tried to argue.
But her brother didn't appear to be budging, continuing to look at his report while responding, "We've tried that before, and rarely does it end without at least some piles of papers on the ground. And that's if we were able to restrain ourselves from having one of us on the desk while we fucked."
Both their minds briefly flashed to those previous memories. With Marc's sometimes having Ophelia involved instead of Morgan.
Still, the girl was not deterred. Taking in a deep breath, she steeled herself before turning her gaze into one of innocence and begging with an underline of sultry.
Marc grimaced away as he tried to block her gaze with his papers, knowing the longer she was in his field of view, the harder it would be to resist.
Morgan almost huffed in frustration, deciding it was time to put in a bit more effort. Shrugging her shoulders, the tactician quietly and sensually slid her coat down her arms, not intent on taking it off completely, but more so that it hung half-way down her body. Showing off her beige top and exposing more of her upper body. With the thin straps wrapped over her shoulders and the valley of her breasts being generally showcased from her top's plunging neckline.
Morgan smirked as she saw her brother's gaze peak over his paper to glance towards her before hiding back behind the wall of reports. But she wasn't done, oh no. So bringing a finger down to the middle of her neckline she pulled it down and let her tits bounce out, before cupping them in both hands and proceeding to grope away.
Marc felt a bead of sweat go down his forehead as he heard his sister give a light moan as the soft sounds of her tits being groped while she squirmed lightly atop of him. "Morgan," His tone pleaded as he tried to beg her to stop.
"Yeah Lil' Bro?" She answered back in a sweet but sensually tone, "Something wrong?" She asked innocently.
"Knock it off," He told her, only for Morgan to chuckle.
"Oh come on, now you're gonna ruin my fun as well?" She said in a mock hurt tone, "If you don't want to have a little break that's fine, but I do. You can just hex yourself not to hear or even see me if you'd like."
Marc grimaced one again, she was right, he could just do that. But, still, to know she was still doing it right in front of him and he wouldn't be able to see it would feel just as bad. He just wouldn't be able to concentrate so long as she continued.
And as he continued to mentally deliberate, Morgan decided to rile him up a little more.
"Ahh~" She moaned, narrowing her eyes to half-lidded as she said, "You know, even though it's my body, you seem to always make my tiddies feel better than my hands ever could." She commented, smirking inwardly as she felt his body tense before continuing, "Even just sitting atop of you, feeling you hardening dick pushing up against my fat ass through your pants and under my skirt is sending sparks through my body. Gods~ "
Marc's hands were clenching the papers he was holding, his grip so tight that it threatened to rip them as he heard his sister continue to moan and feel her squirm atop of his now fully hardened dick.
And when Morgan rolled her covered sex over that tent, it was too much.
"Ahh!"
Morgan yelped as she felt a pair of hands suddenly snake around her sides and plant themselves firmly on her breasts, letting out a moan as they began to maul and sink into her dough-like flesh. The sounds of papers falling on the ground being heard, but that was drowned out by Morgan's moans.
"Finally gave in did you?" The girl laughed victoriously through panting breathes and a stupid grin, looking back at her brother. Who had lifted himself up to look over her shoulder and better see how he was playing with her breasts. Saying nothing to her question as he seemed entranced with her breasts.
"Man you are just too cute when you get like this, not that I'm complaining," Morgan laughed before giving another moan turned yelp as Marc tweaked and played with her erect nipples as he held them between two fingers, her eyes rolling back while she leaned into his chest, "Oh yeah~, that's the stuff."
Marc continued to wordlessly play with her breasts, his low, deep breathing indicated just how concentrated he was with this as the sounds of Morgan's moans rang like ocean waves to him, drowning in the background while providing a relaxing atmosphere. No matter how many times he had gotten to hold her twin mounds, Marc never got tired of playing with his sister's breasts, they were just too good.
And just like how Marc was so entranced by her breasts, Morgan felt similarly about his cock. Grinning stupidly as she gripped the handles of the chair harder while grinding her skirt-clad ass around his lap, pressing down against his rising groin while enjoying the sensation of her breasts being fondled delightfully.
" Ahh~ , geez Lil' Bro, your- Ahh! Gods I'm already feeling like I'm about to go limp from you playing with my tits," Morgan admitted before adding, "Though there's one thing I'd like to do before that."
Lifting herself slightly off his lap, Morgan brought her hands down and under herself, settling them around his belt as she began to start undoing it. And even though she couldn't see it, she had done this enough times for it to become child's play for her. Grinning triumphantly as she heard the click and pulled his pants down his legs enough for its tip to poke out from under her.
Marc groaned as he felt his sister's hands move up and down his cock with a steady pace, stroking his member just as well as he was fondling her boobs. Speeding up or slowing down her pace every now and then in a way to help rile him up while also adding in a few squeezes.
"Arrghhh~" Marc gasped as Morgan suddenly pulled his dick up and trapped it between her thighs, massage his member with her thick muscles as she flexed and shifted them sensually, either by moving them in a circular motion or by alternating moving one leg slightly forward and the other back, rolling his dick in between.
"Gods," Morgan gasped as they continued to play with each other, seemingly intent to keep going till they both came as both their faces were mirrored in concentration and pleasure.
"Your breasts are amazing," Marc commented, finally speaking.
His words caused Morgan to laugh while replying with, "Your cock's pretty good too!"
Still, the girl found herself no longer satisfied with just this, the feeling of her brother's hot dick pulsing in between her thighs as her dripping folds were situated just inches away. And so, biting her lip, she unclenched her thighs and angled his tip into her skirt and towards her lower lips, moving her hips slightly forward.
Marc paused his fondling as he blinked, feeling his tip pressing against Morgan's entrance, and realizing that she wasn't wearing any panties. Looking at her, he saw her giving him a grin before a wink. Ready to push her hips forward once again and bring him inside of her.
But she was a bit surprised as Marc wrapped his arms around her waist and stopped her. Looking back at him she saw his face be of one of mixed desires, barely able to keep himself in cheek as he said, "Wait, this is going a bit too far."
Morgan's shoulders slumped as she heard his words. Even if she was able to get him to fondle her breasts while she massaged his dick, it seemed as though his resistance wasn't completely broken. And he still was hesitant to go all out here in the office.
Morgan sighed, 'Wasn't sure about bringing out the big guns, but what the hell, I'm too honry to stop now' She thought as she took in a deep breath leaning back into his chest. Turning her head to shoot him a sultry gaze with narrow-lidded eyes as she whispered, "If you let me have this now, your Big' Sis will let you fuck her ass later."
Marc's eyes flew wide open as he went stiff at her propositioned, causing Morgan to smirked victoriously, They had done anal only a few times, and she would admit it was a bit painful even for her, but gods if her brother wasn't also able to make it extremely pleasurable. Still, it was something they had decided would not be frequent, if for the single reason she had trouble walking for the next few days.
"Good boy" She declared as she once again lined his dick up with her folds, pulling herself up to drop down and impale herself on his member.
*Knock *Knock
Morgan and Marc's heads whipped at the door as a voice called out from the other end, "Umm, excuse me, but I'm coming in."
"Shit" Morgan muttered aloud while Marc did so in his head as the sound of the knob turning made both their bodies go stiff in fear, though for Morgan, she was still able to move as she slid down to the floor and all but dived under the desk, the walls on three sides hiding her completely as she pulled in the chair Marc was sitting on, having him serve as the fourth wall to hide herself.
Marc did his best to straighten out his appearance and look presentable, though not having the chance to pull up his pants as the door opened up and revealed who was on the other side.
"Lilina!" The male tactician greeted with a cheerful tone and smile.
The young heir to Lycia returned the gesture with her own smile, "Hey Marc," She greeted as she made her way in, "Uh, do you know where Morgan is by any chance, I was hoping to speak with her and she told me she would be here around this time."
Marc almost sweat-dropped as he heard Morgan mutter something along the lines of "Oh shit right" to herself. Proceeding to shake his head at Lilina, "Sorry, but Morgan's out at the moment for a snack," he answered, hoping it would appease the girl and she would leave. Not that he didn't enjoy Lilina's presence or anything, if he could, he would've loved to talk with her. But, well, with Morgan under the desk and his pants around his thighs, now was not a good time.
The blue-hair girl got an 'Oh' expression from his response, "I see," She stated before her eyes noticed the piles of papers on the desk, "Whoa," She said a bit surprised, "Looks like you two have a lot of work to do, and I mean more than usual."
Marc chuckled, piles of papers were not unusual for their desk, but even this was a lot, "You're not wrong," He agreed, rubbing the back of his neck.
Lilina gave him a sympathetic smile, walking towards him as she held her hands behind her back, looking more closely at just how much work the sibling tactician's seemed to have on their plates.
"Wait," She began, turning to look at Marc with a questioning gaze, who was currently very nervous with how close she was and the fact he still had his pants down. Doing his best to not let it show as she continued, "Don't tell me Morgan left you alone to deal with some of this and used the need for a snack as some excuse?"
Marc could tell his sister received a tick on her forehead at her friend's words. Though he had to admit, Lilina wasn't that far off in her assertion. It did sound like something he could believe his sister would do.
Laughing at her words, Marc responded to the girl's question, "Well, I mean she did say she'd bring me back a snack," He playfully defended only to then added, "But she's been gone for a while now, so~"
Marc didn't feel too bad about poking fun at his sister, it was kinda her fault that they were in this situation. Grinning just slightly as he knew she gained another tick at his slight jab.
Unfortunately for him, Morgan realized a way to get him back. And it was pointing right at her.
Lilina let out a slight huff, "And here she was telling me that she thinks you're a great teammate, only to bail on you." She jabbed lightly while placing her hands on her hips, "She's a great friend no doubt, but how do you handle her, as a sister and a comrade?"
Marc chuckled, "That's a question I ask myself every day," Gaining a smile at how Lilina shot him a playful look at his response. Only for his eyes to widen and a sense of dread overtake him as he felt Morgan's breath tickle his cock, proceeded by the feeling of her lips wrapping around his tip, and traveling down his length. Not even giving it a few teasing licks or taking it slow as she took his entire member with no problem.
It was something he would usually be impressed with, considering how often both she and Ophelia would brag about how big he was. But right now, he found himself at odds with her abilities, as it caused him to wince in front of Lilina, and look at the very least, a bit strange.
"You ok, Marc?" She asked with a concerned tone and look, placing a hand on the desk as she leaned a bit towards him.
The tactician tried his best to ignore the feeling of Morgan deepthroating his cock and give the girl on the other side of the desk a completely normal look. Finding that the many liaisons his sister and his girlfriend had with his dick helped him get a bit used to the feeling and somewhat achieve this, though it was still a challenge as an immense amount of pleasure shot through his body. Causing him to slightly squirm in his seat and clear his throat before responding, "Yeah, yeah, just felt a bit of a headache." He tried to assure her.
However, Lilina's response made him panic as she said, "Oh, in that case, let me try and heal you a bit, I'm still not the best healer, but if it's a headache, I think I might be able to soothe it just a bit. Though you should try and get some actual medication at the infirmary later in any case."
Marc barely hid his grimace at her words, tensing up as Morgan brought her mouth back till just his tip remained, swirling her tongue over the enlarged part. 'Gods!' Marc mentally exclaimed, despite usually being very vocal when she sucked him off, Morgan was somehow able to be silent during this whole ideal, with her skills not diminishing in the slightest.
"Hah, I'm sure that's not necessary, I'm probably just a bit tired from all this work, I'm sure I'll be better once Morgan comes back to help," The tactician was barely able to force out in a somewhat normal tone. Hoping his words would possibly spur Lilina to perhaps offer to head off and try to drag his sister back, even though she was currently under the desk and sucking him off.
Not that she needed to know.
However, to his dismay, Lilina didn't seem to go in that train of thought as she spoke, "Marc, you're my friend, let me help you out." She pressured. Not giving him a chance to answer as she leaned further towards him and placed one of her palms against his forehead, a light glow emanating over it as Marc felt a bit stunned by how smooth and relaxing her touch felt. Finding himself focusing on her face as she closed her eyes and focused on her 'healing', thinking of how pretty she looked.
Only to then tense up and clench his eyes as Morgan suddenly tightened her lip's hold around his cock, gliding her mouth up and down his length as she massaged it in her throat while her tongue slithered around it.
"Relax Marc," Lilina told him, her voice calm and soothing as she continued to apply her magic on Marc. The tactician noticing how it did make him feel a bit light-headed, in a good way that almost had him relaxing. Though that would mean letting out the moans and groans he desperately was trying to hide as Morgan worked his cock.
'Gods!' Marc mentally cried in pleasure and dread as he felt Morgan cupped his balls, gingerly massaging his sacs nicely along with her blowjob. What was she thinking! This was going too far, Lilina, their friend, was right above them!
Unfortunately for Marc, this was turning his sister on like never before, as one of her hands was under her skirt as she fingered herself furiously while sucking him off. Barely able to keep herself from letting out any sounds from her actions. Be it gagging on his cock, or moaning from the pleasure, she was able to keep it all hidden. And she challenged her brother to do the same.
Leaning over the table while she sweetly tried to help him. Marc found himself a bit captivated by how Lilina looked, not being able to help it in his current mindstate. The way her dress clung around her enticingly petite form. Or how the way she leaned towards him offered him a generous view to the exposed skin above her give just a hint of her valley created by her twin mounds. Not only that, she had also taken to holding one of his hands as she gave it soft periodic squeezes to help try and alleviate his distress. Not realizing she was making it worse.
This was too much, and so as Morgan settled his dick in her throat as she massaged it with her muscles while fondling his balls, he gave a loud sneeze and squeeze Lilina's hand a bit too hard, surprising the girl as he shot loads down his sister's throat and down her stomach while she came as well. Morgan's body shivered as she pulled her mouth off most of his dick and debated on whether or not to keep her lips sealed around his tip. But as much as she wanted more of his brother's spunky taste, she was feeling rather dirty today, and decided it was time for a shower.
Letting her lips slide off his tip with the faintest "pop", it was free to shoot out its remaining loads all over her awaiting face. Morgan's eyes shut tight while her mouth was held wide open for the chance to catch some of that deleousion sperm, feeling rope after rope of his cum paint her face once again, but unlike last time, there was no Ophelia to share it with, leaving her to have it all to herself. The sky-mage was barely able to suppress a grin that would've closed her mouth a bit, her hand still wrapped around the rest of his member, pumping it up down to squeeze out more of his seed as he continued to cum for her. She felt more and more sticky stains plant themselves on her skin, with one hitting right between her eyes and trailed down over her nose.
"Whoa~" Lilina commented a bit surprised as she pulled her palm away, looking at Marc with an even more concerned look as he kept squeezing her hand and used his other to hold his head as his face was a bit tense, asking, "Do you feel worse, did I do something wrong?" Her voice was a bit fearful that her attempts to aid backfired.
"No no," Marc slightly grunted out as he looked up at her with a slightly strained smile as his previous tense body was starting to go a bit limp in his seat, "Just, I think I suddenly feel like a sense of relief shot through me, so it was a bit overwhelming." He stated, not exactly lying.
Lilina's face turned into one relief, placing one hand on her chest, "Oh that's good," She replied, the two saying nothing as they gave each other a small smile, only for the two to blink and look at their hands, still intertwined.
The two gained a blush, looking at each other briefly before pulling them away. Silence returning once again, though now it was filled with an air of awkwardness.
"Uhh, thanks for your help, Lilina," Marc told her with a nervous chuckle, rubbing the back of his head as he looked at her with closed eyes.
Lilina responded just as awkwardly, "Uhh, no problem, I care about you after all so it was the least I could do," She stated as she looked slightly away while bringing one hand close to her chest, only for her eyes widen and her tone to turn flustered as she added, "Anyways, I think I should go, bye!"
And with that she all but bolted out of the office, Marc not even having a chance to say his own goodbyes as the door slammed shut. Only able to give a shiver and fall back into the chair as Morgan gave a loud suck as her tongue trailed around his dick, cleaning it up before her lips once again wrapped around it. Looking down under the desk, he saw Morgan shoot him a narrow-lidded eye, face full of cum as she released his member with a "Pwap," Making sure he was fulling watching her as she trailed er fingers around her face to clean up the remaining cum and placing it in her mouth, before giving a very audible "gulp" drinking down all traces of his cum for him to see.
Morgan smirked at him, "Ophelia's gonna be jealous~" She sang, poking fun at the interaction between Lilina and Marc.
The younger tactician simply rolled his eyes and gave her a look. To which his sister merely laughed, "Alright alright, though in all honesty, Ophelia might actually get fantasies of Lilina joining us."
Marc responded by swatting the top of Morgan's head, the girl letting out an exaggerated "Oww!" before saying, "Hey! No fair! I'm the older one, if anyone's gonna do any hitting, it's me! Unless you're hitting my ass, then by all means go to town!"
Getting out from under the desk Marc noticed a puddle on the stone floor, Morgan's voice once again took a playful tone, "Though that was pretty fun not gonna lie! Having Lilina be so close while we did our best to not slip up. Gods! That was hot. I almost came right then!"
Marc didn't know how to respond to his sister's words, her attitude always making it a challenge to keep up with her and her teasing. But, he thought back to just before Lilina came, and something she had told him.
"Epp!" Morgan yelped slightly as she suddenly felt Marc groping her behind, tensing up briefly as she whipped her head towards him, before shooting him a coy grin.
"Uhh?" She spoke in a playful tone, "Does someone want more? Despite being so against our little break before?" She teased.
But Marc only shook his head, mirroring her own look and tone with a smile as he said, "Nah, just wanted to get a little taste for later tonight,"
Morgan smirked at him, "And what's that supposed to mean?" She teasingly asked, knowing full well the two would fuck like crazy later, but just wanted him to go into detail.
However, she was caught off guard by his answer as he flashed her a cocky grin and said, "Your ass, I'm gonna hold you to your promise."
"Ehhh~!?" Morgan gasped a bit surprised, looking unsure before realizing what she had promised him in order to help entice him to continue their little break just a few minutes ago. A look of nervousness soon taking place on her face that affected her voice as she said "Uhhh, well I guess I said that, but, I mean that was for us to fuck on the chair! And we technically didn't fuck! So ummm..."
Marc grinned as he watched Morgan squirm in front of him, despite being the one to suggest the act. He knew Morgan was still a bit nervous about it. She loved it when it was happening, but the build-up and sore aftermath always stopped her from just jumping right into it unless she was really in the mode.
Realizing she was fumbling with her words and her brother continuing to give her that cocky grin, Morgan just gave a frustrated and defeated growl, "Fine" She relented, "But you better get me really in the mood before that! So that's at least an hour of non-stop fucking! Also since my ass will be really sore tomorrow, I demand you to give it a massage in the morning while also telling me just how great of a sister I am for spoiling you so much! And also-!"
Marc chuckled quietly as Morgan continued to list off her demands for anal. Not that he minded.
It would be well worth it.
"Fuuuuuuccckckkk!"
Morgan groaned into the sweat and cum drenched sheets as she felt her asshole expand wider and wider with each passing second. Filling her with an extreme sensation that was borderlining on pleasure and pain. And that was only thanks to the preparations made to help, her well fuck pussy helping to rile her up, to her amount of lubrication applied to both her anus and Marc's cock as it slowly and gently went into her pucker. That along with the two hands massaging both her asscheeks helped to relax her butt and make it easier for Marc to slide his dick in.
*Slap!
"Ahh! " Morgan yelped as she felt one of her cheeks slapped, causing her to suddenly raise her body up and off the sheets and tighten up her butt, in turn, making both her and Marc wince from the sudden added pressure.
Turning back towards her Brother, just as naked as she was, she shot a glare to the equally naked Ophelia behind him, who hugged him tightly from behind with one arm, with the other hand just above the asscheek she had slapped, giving Morgan a cheeky grin as she rested her chin on her boyfriend's shoulder.
"Ophelia!" Morgan shouted with an annoyed tone,
Only for the blonde to chuckle and shout back with a playful tone "That's for you not letting me get some of Marc's cum when we blew him earlier!"
Morgan groaned back into the sheets and gripped them tighten, her knees still digging into the bed as the raised her butt high for her brother, "I'll get you back for that later~" She declared, before grunting out a moan as she felt Marc's lap finally press against her butt, indicating he was fully in.
"Ghhaaa~" Morgan groaned as she felt Marc start to pull out till the tip was in, and then proceed to push his cock back in, forcing Morgan to bite her lip as beads of sweat ran down her curves, glistening her body in the dim lighted room.
"Ahhh~" Morgan moaned as she felt Marc start to set a rhythm, steadily thrusting his dick in and out of her ass. The force behind his thrust being just enough to cause the bed to slightly creak and have her lower cheeks jiggle just slightly. But they were held mostly in place by both Marc and Ophelia's hands as they made sure to softly massage the skin to help her relax.
Still, anal was a challenge, even to Morgan. The sensation was, simply put, overwhelming. She felt like she could pass out! And as such, it caused her to take deep and loud breaths, hearing her brother do so as well.
"Naga~" Both tacticians moaned simultaneously as the pace of Marc's thrusts was now fast enough that the sound of his hips slapping against Morgan's ass was heard every other second. The brother found himself in awe along with his girlfriend, with how Morgan's back flexed in response to his thrusts as the side of her face was pressed tightly against the sheets, eyes half-lidded and her mouth now letting off a steady stream of low moans and groans. A contrast to her usual high-pitched squeals and screams when Marc fucked her pussy.
Ophelia watched on entranced as she held onto Marc tighter, her palm on his chest as he grip it with one of his own hands while her breasts squished against his back and her chin resting atop of his shoulder. Looking down as her boyfriend fucked her best friend. Stunned by the way Marc's large cock pushed in and out of Morgan's anus, as the girl withered and squirm on the bed, her face one of mixed emotions from the extreme sensation.
Ophelia found herself a bit jealous of the girl, anal was not something she had tried with Marc yet. It was just a bit too much for her at the moment. Maybe in the future, she could give it to Marc as some sort of present? For his birthday perhaps?
Anyways, those were thoughts for another time. Now Ophelia focused on the two siblings fucking and noticing that Morgan had now started to get into it. Moving her hips in tandem with her brother's thrusts as her lips were now formed in a wide-open grin, her low groans having transformed into chuckles as her body became much more accustomed to the feeling, washing away the pain, and leaving her in immense pleasure.
"Oh fuck~, Naga~, so big~" Morgan muttered in quick breathes as her breathing started to pick up, "So good~ So close~ Just a…, just a little more~"
Marc and Ophelia heard her words and looked at each other, giving each other a knowing nod. If Morgan was close, all they needed to do was give her one last needed push. And so as Marc pushed himself back in, boyfriend and girlfriend raised one hand up each, before bringing it down on both of Morgan's asscheeks. Giving the soft, large, and round pieces of flesh a firm slap each.
Morgan's eyes went wide as she tensed up, gritting her teeth as she muttered, "Dear Naga Fuck!" over and over as she kept narrowing her eyelids till they were closed, before opening them up wide once again and proclaiming, "FUCK! FUUUU-I'M CUMMING!"
Marc grunted, squeezing both Ophelia's hands and Morgan's ass as his sister's anus tightened up considerably as she came, instinct taking over her body as her mind went white. Marc was barely able to keep his own mind from going white as he came as well, filling his sister's ass with his cum as he was finally able to pull out of her thanks to all the lubrication. Shooting the rest of his loads all over her glistening back as he painted it white. Morgan's body shivering as she felt a warm layer of spunk settle onto her skin, with some parts landing on her disheveled hair.
Not that she did care, or could've, as her anal experienced coupled with her orgasm was too mind-shattering, rending her passed out. Her eyes narrow-lidded and rolled to the back of her head, hands still tightly gripping the sheets and her ass still held up high.
Ophelia chuckled a bit at the sight as she helped support her boyfriend, keeping him standing as he tried to recover from his own intense orgasm. Gently rubbing his stomach with one of her hands as she whispered into his ear, "You did a really good job~ Fucking Morgan like that, making her pass out, I'm almost jealous~" She cooed.
The Norhian mage smirked as Marc spun around, giving her a grin and holding her tight as he asked, "How can I make it up to you?"
Ophelia whispered sultry to him once again, "My Chosen Lover, I'm sure you can tell what it is I desire~"
Ophelia yelped as Marc moved his arms down her body, hooking them under her legs and lifting her up, forcing her to wrap them around his waist as he pushed her against a nearby wall, positioning his pulsing dick right in front of her gushing folds.
"Ahh!" Ophelia gasped as Marc thrust in, tightening her leg-wrap and wrapping her arms around his neck as Marc brought his own lips to her ear. "Morgan seems like she'll be out for a while, so the rest of the night will be just for you," He whispered in a husky tone, causing the girl in his arms to shiver before pulling herself up and down his cock while he thrust in and out.
Gods, did Ophelia love her boyfriend.
"Ahh, that feels nice~"
"Quiet right my tactical companion! The water feels exceptionally today."
Morgan and Ophelia hummed contently as they rinsed their bare bodies in the public baths, which were completely devoid of other people besides them. A rare occurrence that they didn't fail to take advantage of as the two conversed about other, risque topics.
"So, he tried to stop me, cause of course with all the fucking we do with him he's able to build up some sort of resistance. I had to think of a way to entice him, and anal came to mind." Morgan told to her friend, explaining how she and her brother agreed another round of anal.
Ophelia giggled at the tale, "And then what?" She questioned curiously, inching a bit closer to Morgan in light anticipation, rubbing a hand on her shoulder to spread more soap over her skin.
Morgan chuckled gleefully as she scrubbed the shampoo over her scalp, "That's the fun part," She started, "Just as soon as I was about to stick it in, someone came in, so I had to fall to the floor and hide under the desk."
"Uhh~" Ophelia let out, "Who was it!"
Morgan smirked, "Lilina," The tactician found joy in the way Ophelia's eyes widened in shock.
"No way."
"Yes way!" Morgan confirmed with a wide smile, "So still being horny, with Marc's dick still out and pointing right at me, I decided to have a little fun."
Ophelia covered her mouth with her palm as she let out an exaggerated gasp of shock, "You didn't?" Even though she knew it was something the girl, and admittedly she would've done.
Morgan nodded her head, "Yep, and Marc sounded adorable as he tried to not let it show in front of Lilina that his Big Sister was under the desk and sucking his dick. And the best part was that she noticed that he was starting to look off!" The tactician exclaimed, "Marc tried to wave it off that he was tired and having a headache, but that made Lilina worry a bit more and offer to try and help him, and before he was able to respond, Lilina already made her way to the desk and was leaning over it, trying to soothe his head-ache with some magic."
Ophelia giggled in glee, "That's hilarious!" She laughed, not being able to control herself as the image of her boyfriend struggling to keep himself from looking dazed in pleasure in front of one of their friends flashed in her mind.
Morgan agreed with her outburst, bringing a finger up as she added, "I couldn't see what was happening as I was under the desk and all, but knowing Lilina, she must've looked pretty cute and enticing without realizing it. And being so close to Marc? Well, if he was barely holding back with me sucking his dick, then being so close to a gal like Lilina when she was worrying and trying to help him? He had no chance of holding out." Morgan giggled maniacally, "He faked a sneeze and cough to try and cover up when he was cumming. Lilina seemed to buy it, but for some reason, the two of them seemed embarrassed about something, as she left in a hurry right after."
Ophelia was curious about that piece of information, "Really?" She wasn't fearful that Marc had done anything that would be considered cheating, she trusted him fully, but she still wanted to know.
However, the sound of a door opening and bare feet stepping on the moist stone floor had the two girls realizing they were about to have company. Their conversation quickly transformed into something new and left no trace of the less than appropriate things they were conversing about before. Finally hearing the steps of the new arrival reach them.
"Lilina!" Morgan greeted with a smile as she and Ophelia turned to greet the blue-hair princess, 'What are the odds it's her,'
"A Chosen Heroine arrives!" Ophelia greeted as well.
However, Morgan and Ophelia both got confused looks as Lilina didn't greet back at first. Noticing her stance appearing a bit tense as she had her hand above her chest, clenching the tower it held and having it drape down her petite form, covering her chest and folds. Her head tilted down and slightly to the side with a nervous face. Worrying both her friends.
"Uhh, Lilina?" Morgan spoke in a concerned tone.
The blue-hair girl didn't respond at first, only to tighten up her hold on her towel and say "Morgan, Ophelia, can we talk?"
The blonde and dark-haired girl looked at each other briefly with confused looks, blinking at the other before responding, "Uh, sure, what about?"
Lilina turned her head a bit more away as she answered.
"Marc."
A/N: So yeah, Lilina, guess you can all see where I going with her. Which of course means I'm writing down another chapter for her later on. But, gotta right down some MILFs, in more ways than one.