Chosen Stars

by PR0F.GMK

After a somewhat eventful sudden accident involving his Sister and the Summoner, Marc receives a surprise visit from Ophelia, a visit, that has them both revealing things the two have wanted to share with one another for a while. (Ch. 2 now out! Featuring F!Morgan!)

5. Stars in Silks

"Keep it steady..."

"I know."

"Then why do you keep staring at my ass?"

Marc whipped his head up the ladder he was keeping still to glare at his sister, ready to rebut her statement as he began, "I'm not..." Only to then pause with a stunned look as he realized the folly of his actions, being presented with a glorious view of Morgan's ass under her free-flowing mini-skirt. She held onto the ladder wearing her regular tactician's outfit, tank-top, and cloak rather than her flier's dress, and of course, her skirt. With said skirt giving Marc a generous view of her soft, pale cheeks and lack of panties between them.

His cheeks started to light up a bit as he realized he just walked into her trap.

Morgan for her part, merely grinned as she continued to rearrange some decorations atop of the pole and sign that the ladder was leaning against. Not looking back at her brother as she worked on her task, merely whispering a soft "Pervert~" that could only be heard by his ears, with anyone else too far away or engrossed in their own task to worry about the siblings.

Though she did wiggle her butt just a bit more for his eyes.

The two were currently in the town that was near the foot of the Order of Heroes' Castle, which was currently being decorated for a festival that was taking place later today, based and spearheaded from the Heroes of Hoshido. A good chance for the whole order to have some more relaxation and fun as a group with all the activities that were being planned.

The sibling tacticians volunteered to help do some decorations for the festival. Which was what they were currently doing right now. In fact, after they finished decorating this entrance, they would be done with their part and could take the rest of the day to get ready for the festival proper.

And in Morgan's mind, maybe have some fun as well.

"You know, while I get there aren't many other people around us - and I know I have a great ass and all so I get I'm asking for a lot - but maybe try not to be too obvious staring up my skirt." The girl suggested with a chuckle, still looking at the sign she was decorating while continuing to playfully wiggle her hips in a way that was only noticeable to her brother down below.

Her words snapped Marc out of his daze, prompting him to shake his head and then look away as his blush fully settled, hearing his sister giggle a tad delightfully above. Still, the year-younger tactician decided to retort to his sister's teasing, "Says the one not wearing any panties." He pointed out.

But Morgan wasn't fazed by such a comment, "And yet the only one who found that out is you." She pointed out back cheerfully. Leaning to the side to wrap the final part of the decoration around the hook sticking out for it, she struggled just a bit as Marc held the ladder even more steady for her until she eventually got it and let out a small sigh of relief.

She proceeded to then slide down the ladder rather quickly and catch Marc off guard, who was barely able to step back in time before her skirt and, potentially, butt from smacking against his head. Though that didn't stop the large cheeks from brushing up and even pressing back against his crotch, when Morgan landed on the bottom and pushed herself off the ladder, turning around at her slightly stunned brother and flashing him a wink.

"Come on! We need to get our dresses from Oboro!" She suddenly stated, referring to the order's resident tailor who was offering to make outfits for the event, and she was more than happy to do so for the tactician's thanks to their help in setting up the festival.

Marc let out a small sigh yet coupled it with a small smile as he watched his sister already skipping off towards the place in town Oboro was currently working, finishing up the tacticians' outfits and any others. Grabbing the ladder and folding it back up to make it easier to carry, Marc soon walked off and paced himself to catch up with his sister, though his pace was a bit a slower then it could've been as he found himself a bit entranced by the sway of her hips, with her skirt bouncing just enough to threaten the exposure of her cheeks below.

As the two walked(or skipped for Morgan), they passed by one of the sheds, with Marc pausing and telling his sister, "I'm gonna put this back real quick, ok?" Gesturing to the ladder he was carrying. Morgan for her part, merely shrugged.

"Sure," She replied, leaning against the shed's wall with one leg bent and its foot placed flat against it, hands behind her neck as she took a moment to look around the festival and see how it all was coming along, which was rather nicely.

Inside, Marc found the same spot where he had taken the ladder out, settling it back in place, he made sure it was secure before making his way out of the shed. Only to take pause and blink when he heard Morgan seemingly talking to someone outside as he neared the exit.

"It's great to see you again! I didn't know you were back! " The female tactician's voice seemingly exclaimed and added, "You still look great by the way!"

Morgan heard a somewhat refined laugh follow Morgan's words before it responded " It's good to see you as well, Morgan!" That voice, it sounded familiar to Marc, even more so as it then asked, "Is your brother around as well? I'm sure I saw you two together earlier?"

Marc took that as his cue to reveal himself, stepping out of the shed, he turned towards the two voices, and found himself pleasantly stunned at who the new one belonged to.

"Oh, speaking of the devil. Marc! Check who's back!" Morgan cheerfully told him upon noticing her brother's appearance, gesturing to said person, who was merely flashing him a polite and friendly smile.

"Julia," Was all the male tactician was able to get out as he took a few moments to take in her appearance. The Princess of Grannvale wore her usual attire of a long, elegant, somewhat tight, white dress that went down to her ankles, a white, black-lined strapped tied around her thin waist in a bow. She also had on a short, purple robe that wrapped around her exposed shoulders and was secured over her form with a golden jewel that rested above her chest. Her faded purple hair flowed gracefully down her back, while a golden headpiece embedded with an eye-shaped jewel hidden underneath it and around her forehead,

Julia was easily an attractive and beautiful woman in Marc's eyes. What with her nice figure, smooth curves teased by her dress, and her ample chest that strained just enough against her the white fabric to constantly draw in his gaze with him usually having to look slightly down due to their small height difference. But her soft face also drew him in plenty as well. She just had a sort of calming aura around her that was, soothing .

Had it been one of his first meetings with the princess, Marc would've been captivated. Luckily though, he already was used to her. In fact, she was a good friend of his. The two found themselves together in the archives a surprising amount of times, and eventually became reading buddies of sorts. Recommending books to each other and discussing what they read rather frequently. And so he had gotten used to hanging around her.

Still, it had been a while since he'd last seen her, and so her reappearance made him remember just how captivating she was. Causing him to be stunned for a second or two when he first saw her.

But luckily, she didn't seem to notice as she responded, "Hello Marc, I'm glad to see you and Morgan again," She greeted with her soft voice that paired perfectly with her friendly smile. Her words filled with honesty that Marc couldn't help but form a small blush by them.

Rubbing the back of his neck, he responded, "So, did you just return from your mission recently?" He asked, keeping the conversation going with a valid question.

To which the purple-haired girl nodded, "Mhmm, I arrived just last night in fact. I would've liked to rest more in the morning, but I had already promised Sakura that I would assist her in her work for the festival if I made it back before then." She stated with a small laugh, giving a moment of slight pause before asking her own question, "What about you two? I noticed you two seemingly gathering supplies earlier, but that's about it."

"Oh, we didn't do much, just helped to set up some decorations near a few of the entrances," Morgan answered for her and her brother with a small shrug, before a look of realization briefly came onto her face as she remembered something, "Oh! That reminds me, that book you recommended to me! I've been reading a lot about it recently!"

Julia's eyes focused on Morgan, before glimmering in a similar sort of excitement that paired with Morgan's own. The female tactician didn't always join in her brother's and the princess's reading meetups, but she found enough enjoyment from them to participate in every now and then. And last time, Julia recommended the sibling tacticians a book from Hosido that was based on the kingdom's early relationship with the Dawn Dragon, specifically through one person.

"That's wonderful! How far in are you?" Julia asked enthusiastically, wanting to know which details she could discuss with her friend.

Morgan mulled on the question, bringing a finger against her chin as she tilted her head slightly to the side, " Hmmm ~, I think I just passed the part where the prince's inspired by the dragon's power, but not in a fighting sort of way."

"Uhh~," Julia couldn't help but sigh at her response as she gained a small look of disappointment, "Aww, you're so close, one more chapter, and this festival would've been so much more interesting to you." She told her.

Morgan was confused by what she meant, "Huh? What do you mean?" She asked.

"I think I get it, because that chapter's about the creation of this festival, since its origin is rooted in a celebration of Hoshido's Dawn Dragon, right?" Marc answered, having already read up to the point she was before turning and gesturing to a pair of decorations and adding, "Those banners are supposed to represent the pattern the prince saw the dragon perform before getting inspired for the festival, right?"

Julia nodded enthusiastically, "Yes, that's just one of the details the festival has that the book makes mention too!" She replied, taking a step towards Marc and leaning towards him slightly as she then gestured to another part of the festival, specifically a food stand that had its signature food painted on the sign atop and added, "That piece of food over there is based on the dish the dragon taught the prince how to make!"

Despite how close she was, Marc didn't feel taken aback by it. Instead, her enthusiasm about the topic felt a bit infectious, as the details he noticed in the back of his mind but hadn't thought that much about started to finally come together thanks to her. Allowing his mind to finally notice every little thing he read about.

"Oh, and the reason the festival's center plaza is being clear out is for dancing, which is what the princess, the best dancer in the kingdom, did for the dragon after he helped to stop a fire from engulfing the capital!?" He asked, allowing himself to geek out with Julia.

The princess was more than willing to do so with him, having wished to do so with him and Morgan when she herself noticed the connection between the book's chapter and the festival that was about to take place.

However, before the two could continue anymore, they were stopped by Morgan's loud cry "Ahh!" She mockingly screamed, making a show of covering her ears as she added, "Don't say anymore, you're gonna spoil it for me!" She told them.

Her sister and the princess looked at her, and then each other, gaining bashful looks to couple with their embarrassed chuckles.

"Sorry, Sis,"

"Apologies Morgan, we got a little carried away."

Morgan just crossed her arms and sighed, "Guess that just means I gotta read it before tonight then," She simply stated, before remembering something else, "Oh, right," Turning to her brother, she leaned forward and grabbed his wrist, "Come on, we still need to get out Kimonos!"

And with that, she began to walk off, pulling her brother behind her, but not without saying her goodbyes to Julia, "Later Julia! Hope we can talk more later tonight!" She told her.

"See you later, Julia!" Marc added.

Julia merely gave a small laugh as she waved goodbye to the two, already used to their antics. Turning away, she began to walk to her original destination, a smile on her face thanks to her lifted spirits from her encounter with the siblings, especially with her short, small geeking out session with Marc. In truth, she would've liked to continue discussing it.

Maybe if she saw him again during the festival, they could schedule another meetup at the archives to also talk about the rest of the book?

As for Morgan and Marc, the sister continued to hold her brother's hand as she dragged him through the festival's grounds, even after they had long left Julia's presence. And Marc couldn't help but point that out.

"Uh, Morgan, you can let go now?" He stated, not wanting to risk any stares and attention between the two.

His sister though, seemingly ignored his request, "Sure you won't just run back to Julia to continue your conversation?" She seemingly teased, catching Marc a bit off guard.

"Huh?"

Morgan rolled her eyes, pausing in their steps and turning to face him with a raised eyebrow, "Whenever you two start to get into some discussion about whatever book you guys are reading about, you seem to forget about everything else." She told him, getting a small smirk as she added, "Heck, even Ophelia's joked that if the two of you were deep enough in it, she could be standing next to you naked and you still wouldn't notice."

Marc couldn't help but blush at her words, "That's an exaggeration, surely," He tried to argue.

However, Morgan's smirk merely deepened, "Oh really? Remember that time you two first asked me to join your little meeting, and ended up forgetting about me cause you two went on about a book for an hour?"

Marc looked away, "Well, you were being really quiet," He weakly replied.

His sister rolled her eyes, "Ain't that a rare thing," She joked a bit at her expensive, before deciding to point out, "Though it is a bit weird, how Julia, who's usually a bit shy and reserved most of the time, gets so enthusiastic when books are involved, wouldn't you say?"

Marc mulled on her words for a bit as he had also noticed that part about their friend in the back of his mind, "Yeah, she becomes a lot more outgoing and confident when discussing books," He agreed.

"Especially with you..." His sister muttered under her breath, while gazing slightly away.

"Huh, what did you say?" Marc asked, not having heard her clearly.

"Oh nothing," She quickly replied, turning towards him and grabbing his wrist, she tugged on it and said, "In any case, come one, let's go get our Kimonos, apparently now I've got to get back to the castle earlier if I want to get through that chapter you two were able to have an hour-long discussion,"

And with that, the two continued to walk on to their original location, eventually reaching it. It was a small, temporary building Oboro had set up for herself. Morgan loudly announced their arrival when they entered inside to the tailor who, after greeting them both, quickly retrieved and brought them outfits held in folded, black packaging with name-tags to keep them clean, neat, and organized, with Morgan receiving two, one for herself, and another for Ophelia.

After saying their goodbyes to the tailor, the two siblings headed off.

"You know, I don't see why you won't let me bring Ophelia's kimono to her," Marc stated, referring to the outfits by the name Oboro gave them, gazing at the packaging holding Ophelia's attire for the festival as he held onto his by his side.

Morgan merely turned to look at him with a grin as she said, " Uh-uh~," Playfully responding with a wag of her finger before continuing, "I promised Ophelia I wouldn't give you a chance to ruin the surprise she has for you."

Marc rolled his eyes, "In any case, if you're bringing up her outfit, why didn't you do the same for Lilina as well. And come on, do you really think I'd peek like that?" He asked almost gruffly.

Only for his sister not to miss a beat as she responded with, "Lilina said she's gonna get her outfit with some other friends, and speaking of peeking, you peeked under my skirt at least."

Marc's eyes widened as he turned to look at his sister to retort, but stopped himself upon seeing the smug look on her face as she dared him to give a response. Not wanting to fall into his sister's trap once again, Marc turned to face back forward.

Morgan still chuckled at the mildly amusing reaction from her brother before seemingly pondering in deep thought with how she raised her gaze high, "Tell you what," She suddenly said, gaining his attention as she went on, "While I promised Ophelia not to give you any chances to spoil her surprise, I never made any sort of promise for that. Sooo ~ if you want, your big sister is willing to give you first viewing for what she has in store for you tonight."

Marc blinked before turning to look at her with a somewhat surprised expression, not knowing what to make about her sudden offer, with Morgan noticing his gaze and playfully rolling her eyes with a small scoff, "Oh don't give me that look. Might as well have some time with you now since Ophelia's gonna be at your side for most of the festival. Even when Lilina and I join in, neither of us are gonna have many real chances for that couple-stuff like Ophelia will with you. At least, not without potentially starting rumors we don't need." She muttered slightly dejectedly.

Her tone caused her brother to look at her sympathetically, "Morgan..." He uttered softly, remembering one of the negative aspects that made him feel guilty about this little group he found himself in. Ophelia was his girlfriend, one that everyone in the order knew about, so while she and him could hang out and get close in public without much of a second thought by most people, the same couldn't be said for Morgan and Lilina. While the former was able to get away with it on more than a couple of occasions due to their sibling relationship and Morgan's personality, Lilina had no such excuse, so their embraces and activities were usually reserved for behind closed doors.

Marc wouldn't deny feeling guilty and not being able to give Morgan and Lilina the same treatment he could to Ophelia at times, not wanting them to feel left out and leaving him with more than a few worries at times.

However, he was snapped out of his daze by his sister when she slightly shook his arm, prompting him to look at her and find her giving him a rather soft and gentle look and smile, "Hey, don't think like that," She told him earnestly, instantly understanding what was plaguing him, "Lilina and I know the risks and downsides to this relationship with you, and we're ok with it. We know you already do your best to make us happy whenever you can, and we're thankful for that," She assured him, wanting to wash away his concerns.

It seemed to have worked, as Morgan saw a fair amount of guilt leave his face as he relaxed his gaze at her. But seeing that he still had a bit of it leftover, she decided to give him something more fun to focus on. Grabbing his wrist, she pulled him along beside her as she walked along.

"Come on, let's spend some time together," She said firmly with a smile, her words sounding earnest and almost pure.

Almost being the keyword, and Marc couldn't help but let out a small, playful sigh as he knew his sister had something planned for wherever it was she would take him.

Not that he was complaining, he was looking forward to it.

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After walking around for a bit more, Morgan had finally pulled Marc into a rather desolate shed on the outskirts of towns. Plus with most of the decorations already set up in this part of town and with the current lack of anyone else around, they had a pretty good chance of their privacy being kept. Morgan instructed her brother to sit on a rather low-hanging, yet wide box around the center of the shed as she went to change behind a stack of crates near one of the walls of the shed.

Marc waited patiently for her to change, hearing his sister hum a tune as she made a bit of a show by throwing parts of her clothing away into the open, but still close enough for her to pull back behind the boxes if need be. But still out enough for him to see, with the first pieces of clothing she tossed out for him to see being her tank-top, followed by her skirt, gloves, etc…

And while they definitely had an effect on Marc's anticipation, it wasn't till her bra joined the pile that had him swallowing the lump that formed in his throat. He was now much more thankful for her choice of location as he had a pretty good idea of where things would be leading.

"Ready?" She called out to him.

But first, though, he would have to see how she looked in her kimono.

"Yeah," He called out back, feeling his grip on the box he sat on tightening just a bit as he heard her steps. However as she rounded the sides of the boxes she was hiding behind, he found himself more than a bit surprised. Instead of appearing in any sort of kimono like he was expecting she was donned with something else. She was wearing nothing more than her cloak, with nothing else underneath beside her boots and knee-high white socks, with much of her creamy, pale skin on display.

Marc found his jaw drop a tad, eyes blinking before staying rather wide at the sight of his risquely-clothed sister strutting towards him with confident steps and a sultry look. The sway of her hips allowed the cloak to swing with her side to side as her steps had her large breasts bounce lightly underneath, threatening to expose the nipples that were barely hidden from the edges of her cloak. But her folds, well, that wasn't nearly as hidden, with Marc seeing them glisten slightly in the few rays of light that shined into the shed, and the small trails that trickled down her plump thighs.

" Hmph~ , someone seems at a loss for words," Morgan commented rather confidently as she stopped her steps in front of her brother, hand on her hip as she jutted it out, prompting her cloak to sway for a bit longer.

"I thought I was gonna see you in your kimono," Marc plainly replied, though seemingly not disappointed in her current actions as he brought his hands up to grasp her hips. He pulled her a bit closer to him as she began to sit down on his lap, legs on either side of his own, her head tilting down to gaze at him as it was now above his.

Morgan shrugged her shoulders, causing her cloak to shift a bit as one of her hands now held onto his shoulder, leaving the other to play with his hair as she proceeded to explain herself, "Well, it suddenly occurred to me that Ophelia might be onto something with waiting to show you how she'll look. And while I'm sure seeing your reaction to my kimono would be enjoyable, I think I'd enjoy that reaction even more if you had to hide how stunned you'll be from what I have in store. Plus I didn't want to risk getting it dirty or even a bit ruined from what we both know is gonna happen now."

Her tone was confident, leading Marc to believe her sister had no doubts her attire would get a rise out of him once he properly laid his eyes on her in it. "And the cloak?" He asked, still stroking her hips, with one hand keeping a more firm hold over her cloak, while the other slipped inside to place his palm directly over her skin. He had it trail up and down the curve that connected her hip to her slim waist.

Morgan let out a small coo of approval from his hand's movements, especially when it started to trail to her lower back and down her large, soft ass as she now took to lightly grinding it back against his palm and the bulge in his pants. "I thought it'd be fun. I mean, sure you've seen me wearing nothing under it before, but those have usually been after we've done it and I didn't want to just stand around naked. So I decided to see how it would feel doing it before we get down to the fun. And I say it went pretty well."

She gestured towards his lap, and even though they couldn't clearly see his bulge due to both their cloaks and Morgan sitting atop of it, they could both feel it as it strained against his pants and Morgan's bottom. With the girl now taking the hand that was playing with his hair to move down to the hem of his shirt. She began to trail circles over his chest and, with a low, sultry tone, she suggested "So, why don't we have some fun and start making the wood beneath us creak?"

Marc's response was to pull her even closer as his lips dove up to take her own. An approving moan left her muffled lips as the two exchanged a passionate kiss, each having an arm wrap around the other to hold them close while the other explored their body. Morgan's hand went under and behind his shirt to rub her palm against his abs, pausing briefly during so to help him out of his cloak. Marc meanwhile, continued to knead the doughy-flesh of her ass, sometimes moving away to grasp her plump thighs which usually got a cute mewl from her.

The two frantically and hungrily started to grind against one another. Morgan's breasts slipped out from her cloak to smoosh against her brother's chest while her uncovered sex dripped and rubbed against his covered loins. It allowed them both to feel just how riled up the other was getting as they bucked their hips to better rub their sexes against one another.

Soon enough though, the two had their fill of the kiss, deciding to move onto what they were really after as they pulled their flushed faces away, the trail of spit bridging their lips soon broken as Morgan leaned her head down. Moving a bit away from his lap to better expose his pants and specifically his belt, her hands immediately grasped the leather accessory and began to undo it with ease. Undoing his fly and reaching inside to grasp his member, she fished it out, her eyes lighting up at the pulsing flesh that rippled in her hands as she gave it a few pumps to better get that blood flowing, with a tad of precum forming on the slit from it all.

Morgan licked her lips as Marc let out a small groan.

Standing up, the girl wasted no time in pulling her cloak completely off, leaving her in just her boots and stockings as Marc quickly prepared himself for what was coming. He pulled his pants further down his legs and opened his drawers just a bit to make himself more comfortable.

And just in time too, as Morgan had quickly spun around, her large, round ass facing him as he gazed back over her shoulder with a sultry look. Lining herself up with his dick, she dropped herself down and took his entire length in one fell swoop.

The two let out a deep, long groan at the sensation as one tactician filled another up in a way they could only feel with each other. Marc leaned slightly back while Morgan arched further forward, the boy's hand grasping the crates' edges while the girl's instead gripped her brother's thighs.

But after only a moment to adjust themselves, Morgan was already bouncing atop her brother's lap. Small moans and gasps left her lips. Paired with the wet slapping of skin that occurred every time her ass came down on his thighs, small creaks of wood emited from the crate and floorboards they were fucking over.

Marc mainly sat back to watch, his sister having made it apparent she was ok with doing most of the work as she slammed herself up and down his cock. Her ass came down with a loud slap that rang in the shed (hopefully not outside) as her cheeks briefly molded around his thighs, reshaping into that spherical shape when she lifted herself back up, using her grip on his thighs to help steady her movements.

"Oh yeah! Gods I love this cock." Morgan muttered happily with closed eyes. She simply basked in the feeling of bouncing atop her brother's member, finding herself feeling blissful whenever it was inside her snug and welcoming pussy and stretched her out in just the right ways. Her tits now started to crash and flop against one another from her bounces, creating yet another source of slapping skin while she sucked her lips in from the sensation.

She let go of one of her brother's thighs to bring her hand up to her messy-hair, running her fingers through it as she arched her spine and head back, letting low gasps and moans fly up to the ceiling. Marc was spurred on by the sight, now deciding it was time to act. He let go of the crates' edges and instead gripped both of her round hips, helping to keep her bouncing atop of him at the pace she had set when he noticed she was starting to slow down.

"Oh!" Morgan gasped lightly at the feeling of his grip. She felt herself being lifted up and down his length when she wasn't noticing. A delightfully bubbly giggle soon followed as she gazed back down at her partner, "About time," She merely told him with a grin.

Marc gave her a small smirk back as he replied, "Well you seemed to be doing well enough without me, but we both know we work best together,"

Morgan raised an eyebrow at his last few words, her grin widening into a smile, "Smooth," She merely complimented, turning her head back as the two started to move their hips in tandem, beginning to prove Marc's remark about their pleasure with teamwork, as what they were feeling before was becoming quickly eclipsed by what they felt now.

While Marc helped to keep her pace up and down his dick with a bit of strength of his own, Morgan found she could focus her attention more easily elsewhere, such as allowing both her hands to travel to her breasts and grip the flopping mounds and give them the attention they've been craving. She let out a small purr as she held both her girls in the palm of her hands and began to squeeze her tits. But she didn't just focus on herself, no, she also made sure to also give her brother(and herself) some extra stimulus as she also rolled her hips, allowing his girth to better rub against her walls as they passed by them, all while making sure to put on a show with her movements as her ass rippled and shook for his eyes.

As his older sister, she had a duty to look good for him after all.

But that facade was broken briefly with a sudden smack of her ass that sent her cheeks jiggling widely side-to-side. Morgan let out a surprised yelp, leaving her a bit embarrassed by how unprompted it was due to the sting on her asscheek. However as she turned back to look at the owner of the hand that struck her, she merely gave him a smirk.

" Uhhh~ , does someone want to give their Big' Sis a spanking?" She playfully challenged, cheekily wiggling her ass at him, "Then go ahead, do it!" She seemingly urged, even leaning forward to better present her large rear to him as she turned her face away, only to then add, "But be warned, keep slapping me like that, and I might start howling so loud we may have a crowd start to gather around this shed,"

Marc found himself stopping his hand before it could send another smack down on her cheeks due to her warning. While she seemed more than willing to let him keep slapping her ass, Marc knew that since it was Morgan, her warning wasn't exactly a joke, and she might actually start howling if he did so.

And with that, Marc (reluctantly) decided further slaps would be paused for now, but he made up for it by using his free hand to grip and grope his sister's ass instead. Her coos quickly informed him she wasn't disappointed in his change of approach.

The two continued like that for some time, the friction of their movements becoming enough to heat up the air of the slightly dusty shed as sweat started to pour down on their skin, glistening on Morgan due to her lack of clothes while it dampened up Marc's own. With more than a few droplets flying off as Morgan rode her brother as the two let out foggy breaths with their moans, groans, and gasps.

Briefly tucking a few loose strands of her hair back before they could stick too close to her eyes, Morgan decided to get a bit cheeky with her brother. She slowed down their pace just a tad, but didn't decrease the pleasure, putting more effort into her hip rolls. She made it easier for her to converse with him as she looked back and suddenly asked, "Say, Lil' Bro, do you like my ass or Ophelia's more?"

Marc's eyes widened and gave her sister a small glare, the but the girl merely grinned at his gaze as she didn't let up, "Come on, it's just us in here, you can tell me," She told him with a tone that sounded reassuring but Marc believed it was anything but.

Still, Morgan decided to use his silence to her advantage as she then said, "Or perhaps you like Lilina's ass more?" She raised a playful eyebrow and gaze as she noticed the way he tensed up, as if he just realized she was gonna keep going till he gave her something, "I mean, it's not as big as Ophelia's or mine, but it's pretty firm and soft, plus it's really cute on her."

Morgan paused her words for a bit, letting Marc hope that she was done and he wouldn't have to have the topic of all three of his lovers' asses in his mind when he'd rather just focus on one at the moment. But just as soon as that thought finished, she was at it again, "You know, why just stop at our asses? What do you like most about all of us?" She asked, her hip rolls becoming more sensual as she now tried to goad him for some response, beginning to list off each of the girls best traits, "Ophelia and I have around the same size tits, but my just about beats her out to be the biggest of us all. Fitting considering its the only one you've done anal with."

She shook said ass as Marc couldn't help but drop his gaze towards the puckered hole. It held above the slick passage he was going into briefly before glancing back up at her sister as she continued, "Wait, I said I'd just stop talking about asses," She realized, stopping laughing slightly in embarrassment, "Haha~, what else is there? Lilina's easily got the tightest pussy among us three, and I'd dare say she's also the best cock-sucker?"

The female tactician made a lewd gesture of said action by curling her fist up and pumping it in front of her open mouth. Almost closing it to grin as she saw him wince from what was no doubt a rather intense memory of said skills on display, considering how she felt his dick twitch inside her before picking up where she left off, "I mean, Ophelia and I are no slouch in that area as well, but we also have other ways to tend to you like that, so our cock-sucking skills aren't as refined as Lilina's has to be."

She twisted her hips for him to see her cupping her breasts and jiggle them in the palm of her hand, reminding him exactly what she and Ophelia had that Lilina lacked. Suddenly, she switched topics as she brought a finger to her chin and brought her gaze away, "But then again, if I had to choose which one of us could keep up with you the longest, I'd have to say Ophelia,"

"Lilina can definitely take a hard pounding. Hard enough that even you get winded as we both know, but she usually gets too worn out after a bit so you've got to pick up that slack. I meanwhile can usually hold out with you longer, but never to the same length as Ophelia though. Girl seems to know just exactly how much stamina to use with you and how much to save for later. I gotta ask her about that some other time, not to mention how she keeps so limber."

Morgan whistled at that piece of information as she went on, " Ohh~ can that girl stretch and hug her leg. I mean, I've got some good squats, and Lilina's shown she's got her fair bit of flexibility as well. But we've got nothing on what Ophelia seems capable of. And she can definitely put her flexibility to good use for the fun we all have."

Marc started to bite into his lip as she continued, his groping of her ass slowing down and tightening as her hip rolls and bounces became much slower, agonizing so to speak. Looking up at her, Marc saw her head was turned halfway to him with her gaze elsewhere, as if she conjured up more things to say. Her face seemed to light up as something came to mind.

"Ohh! What about our personalities?" She suddenly suggested, now looking back at him as she went further in-depth, "Ophelia and I are pretty similar, usually down to fuck and eager to please, but Lilina's much more interesting, wouldn't you say?" She paused for a second as they both knew what she was referring to, "Talk about a split personality behind closed doors, huh? I mean, Ophelia and I can be pushy, but then again, Lilina just has that air around her at times that just makes it hard not to obey her in the moment. Maybe it's the way she carries herself during them? Her legs definitely don't hurt wouldn't you say?" She licked her lips at the mention of the bluenette's lithe limbs.

Marc's memories of said times Lilina's attitude changed came to him at once. At times she could be withering underneath him from his actions before having her flip switched and suddenly taking the reins. Speaking of suddenly, Morgan's bounces started to pick up speed. A change in pace Marc wasn't ready for, and found himself groaning and wincing at the sudden increase of pleasure.

"Ophelia's also got a bit of sway over you, able to convince you more easily as you can't seem to resist her for long. Meanwhile, I just kinda drag you along and keep asking till you say yes," She joked with pants and moans at her new pace along his cock before fully focusing her gaze on him and asking, "Now come on, what about me? Tell me Lil' Bro? What do you love most about your Big' Sis?"

"Is it my big ass or tits? My round hips and curves that are hugged tightly by my fliers uniform? Maybe even my thighs?" She listed off with a wicked grin, "Or maybe you love hearing me scream and beg for more of that amazing cock of yours? Or maybe its how wet you get me? Or when you turn the tables on me and have me on my knees, begging for you to give your slutty sister the pounding she deserves?"

"Come on Lil' Bro! Tell your Big' Sis what she does best so she can give it to you right here!" She urged.

Marc grunted as her walls started to clenched down on him hard, using her advantage of having most of the power in this position to slow down their pace, still giving him pleasure, but not as much as before. And Marc knew all he had to do to get that pleasure back was to give an answer to her questions he'd been silent on.

And thinking it over one last time, he decided to give her something.

"Hmm?" Morgan hummed at him, "What was that?" She asked, not hearing him clearly the first time, but the curl on her lips revealed she had an idea of what it was about.

Marc grunted, eyes closed as he said his words again clearer, "You're not satisfied until everyone is!" He admitted loudly for her to hear. His words taking his sister aback to the point where she was stunned enough to cease her bounces.

"Wait what?" She asked, confused and clearly not having expected such an answer.

Marc grunted as his fingers dug into the soft flesh of her ass as he now had to explain himself, "No matter what, you always want everyone to feel as best they can, even if it means delaying your own fun. You make sure everyone else gets something! And you don't stop until you know they are satisfied!"

Morgan blinked at her brother, taking his words in as she felt her heart skip a beat. A new source of warmth not related to the dusty air around them started to light up her cheeks. For a moment, she couldn't say anything.

Only for her to then grin and let out a rather loud laugh that had her ass swaying slightly as she stopped to look at him. "Gods, you're such a dork," She lovingly insulted with a smile as she shook her head, her slightly disheveled hair framing her in a way that Marc could only describe as breathtaking. "Oh Naga, I don't know why I was taken aback by such an answer, now I feel almost like some giddy schoolgirl!" She joked.

Marc, for his part, couldn't laugh as easily back, as he still held himself back from seizing her hips and pulling her up and down his cock, not wanting to ruin her moment and wanting to see what she would do. Which she soon showed him by soon wiping away the cute look from her face as a more determined one came to mind, and with a grin she narrowed her eyes at him and with a sultry voice said, "Well then Lil' Bro, just sit back and let your Big' Sis handle the rest."

With that and a wink, Morgan once again quickened her pace, bouncing atop her brother's cock with a new drive. She brought her hands back to grip his thighs as she used them to enhance her hips movements, rolling and grinding on his crotch as best she could atop of her bounces, doing her best to make them both feel good.

Marc grunted and winced from the pleasure, leaning a bit back like she suggested as he watched his sister work her magic. Sweat glistened and flew off her skin while her toned back flexed and her large ass jiggled from her movements, her head hanging low as she had her eyes closed with a constant stream of pants and moans leaving her open mouth.

She looked so amazing during it all, not to mention her walls were now clenching around him, massaging his dick with a passion, urging him to cum and fill her up. But despite the urge to just do so being great, Marc wouldn't be satisfied unless he gave her something else as well.

And so letting go of one of her asscheeks, he raised his free palm up and brought it back down against the soft flesh.

" AHh !" Morgan gasped with a wide-open mouth and eyes that looked up, not having expected such a move while so entranced in her current ones. The sting on her cheek caused her walls to clenched up suddenly and her ass to rippled from its force. It was just the sudden stimulus needed to push her over the edge, and after tensing up for a moment, she howled, "I'm cumming!"

Slamming herself down on him one last time, Morgan gasped loudly as her walls spasmed and clenched around Marc's member, her grip on her tit tightening harshly from her gates breaking open as she came all over his cock. Her orgasm triggered his own as well, making him grunt into her back as she leaned it into his chest. The sensation caused her to shiver, forcing her to bite her finger to stifle moans as his seed filled her.. Their mixed-juices were too much for her pussy to contain, as they soon started to trickle out on his lap and down both their thighs, no doubt staining Marc's drawers as well.

Not that he cared. The male tactician tried to steady his breath while holding onto his sister as her walls continued to milk his cock for what it was worth, not satisfied till her womb was drenched and drowned in a sea of her nieces and nephews.

After a bit, their tense bodies soon started to relax as their orgasms subsided, their breaths coming out with deep pants from their rather spirited session. Marc wrapped his arms around her while Morgan leaned further back into his chest, feeling the other breathe as they recovered.

But as Morgan stirred her hips slightly, the non-surprise revelation that her brother was still hard brought a smile to her lips.

" Mmmhhmm~ , someone seems ready for more," Morgan commented, having her walls clamp down a tad harder around his member, only to let out a small gasp as an instinctual buck of Marc's hips had him stirring up her insides slightly.

" Ohh~ , scratch ready, raring is a better description," She chuckled.

Marc gave a chuckle as well, but despite her words ringing true, he was able to hold back from diving into another round as he said, "Maybe you can put on your Kimono?" He half-seriously suggested, one of his fingers lazily drawing circles on her stomach as he continued, "I'm sure we can go one round with it and not risk ruining it."

Morgan turned to look back at her brother with a raised eyebrow, "I mean, if you really want to see me in it, sure I'll put it on for you," She replied with a shrug of her shoulders only to then say, "But I mean, I think we already got a fairly good pace going, and I'd rather not cut into it by having to put on just a show with it."

Marc gave a small hum as he mulled her words briefly, "Good point," He agreed before asking, "So what now?" The two sensually rolling their hips with one another, nothing too intense, just enough to give some pleasure on the side as they talked.

Morgan gave a similar hum her brother had just done as she thought on it, her eyes scanning around the room to see what could be used, settling on a few stack of boxes that were leveled a bit higher than the one the two were sitting on.

Smiling, she turned back to look at him as she said, "Well, if you'd be so kind as to hex the shed so that no more noise can slip through, I'm willing to let you bend me over those boxes over there so you can really go to town on my ass like you seemed anxious too before,"

Morgan grinned as she felt her brother twitch in her passage. The festival may not be until tonight, but they would still have their fun before then.

---

Marc found himself staring through the gaps of the forest's trees, gazing at the bright lights and sounds from the festival at the other side. And yet, he was not there. Instead, he stood in a forest situated next to the festival, on a path that would offer some privacy from it all as he waited for someone to join him. Though to be honest, the smell carried in by the wind of tasty treats and snacks from the festival was starting to make him impatient as his mouth watered.

Marc glanced down at his attire once again, a kimono that matched the pattern of his tactician's cloak as his attire went down to just above his feet. The attire was mostly dark purple with a few lighter patterns of the colors that resembled the patterns on his usual cloak. The attire's edges were a dull shade of gold, and a small leather belt was used for his attire to keep it secured around his waist rather than a traditional obi, but it still fit.

The kimono's pattern was no doubt requested by his sister, who probably also had a similar pattern to match. Though even if Morgan didn't request this, Marc had a feeling Oboro would've still likely done it, it was just the sort of thing she liked to do.

But even so, the tailor had done a fine job at making the kimono comfortable and practical, as despite the cool wind that blew softly in the early night, Morgan still felt fairly warm. Even if he did get cold, he could've used a simple hex to prevent that as he had done for his exposed feet.

Said feet were now tapping a muffled tone against the worn-down dirt path, doing something to help pass the time for the tactician as he wondered if he had come too early to the agreed spot. But before he could think of looking for the person he was supposed to meet with, his face lit up with a smile as he saw them walking towards him.

Ophelia smiled as she saw her boyfriend waving at her, her pace quickened to a light jog to join him, prompting her large breasts to start bouncing lightly under her attire. Like her beloved, she also wore a kimono, though the fabric on her seemed just a tad less thick then Marc's own. Her kimono was a shade of orange, whitish-yellow 5-petaled flowers of differing sizes patterning over the fabric, with a muted shade of yellow used for the edges, completing the dusky color pallet she had going. She also wore a large, black obi with two yellow lines running over each side of the center.

Her kimono was also shorter in length than his own, ending above her shin but below her knees, allowing him to easily see the sandals she wore on her exposed feet. Not to mention a bit of her leg as well, since her kimono's edges were parted a bit around her knee. It allowed one of her legs to shift out, bare with none of her usual stockings to cover it despite the fact she was wearing her usual headpiece.

All in all, this was a rather cute and much more conservative outfit his girlfriend wore compared to her usual mage's attire and the swimsuit she had on at the beach. Its somewhat loose nature did not easily emphasize her curves, but even so, they were still present thanks to the belt around her waist. Perhaps not as prominent, but still noticeable. And due to the attire's loose nature, it made it easier for Marc to see the way her breast jiggled underneath it, as the neckline seemed to fall lower and open up with each bounce, exposing more of her chest during it.

He gulped, she smirked.

Upon reaching him, the two said nothing as they just stood in front of the other. A silent conversation being exchanged between the two as they just looked into the other's eyes after giving the other's attire another look over.

And so turning slightly so that his body was mostly facing the path but still looking at his girlfriend, Marc extended his arm out to her wordlessly. And with a smile, Ophelia wrapped her own to him, the two locking limbs as they began to walk down the private path. They were close enough to the festival that they could hear and see glimpses of it, but still private enough that they could focus on each other as they leaned against their beloved.

And for Ophelia to "brush-up" against Marc's arm with some very soft breasts held back by some thin material.

---

The couple had gone through their private stroll through the forest, barely saying anything to the other during it. But despite the silence between them, it was an enjoyable experience as they just relaxed with one another in a peaceful atmosphere. A calm before they joined the storm of the festival, which the two had eventually made their way to.

And after trying a few activities to pass the time with one another, they currently found themselves engaged in one.

" Ehhnn! " Marc grunted as he fired another lighting tome at his target, knocking over another cup with a certain pattern before focusing on another one. The tome he was using was modified to be low-power and fitting for a game so as to not cause any unfortunate accidents or even cause a spark that would set ablaze anything nearby.

Still, despite doing fairly well so far, Marc's pace was nothing compared to Ophelia's as the girl was a natural, which made sense considering lighting was one of her favored tomes. The blonde was snapping her fingers and sending bolts flying with expert precision and ease and knocking over her bottles one after another, striking up pose after pose as she did so. Her long hair was flowing and swaying with her hips as they bounced to and fro with her steps, her breasts bouncing under her kimono through it all.

Marc had to make sure not to stare at her for too long, otherwise, he'd be captivated and have the gap between them widen even more than it already was.

"Time!" The stand-keeper shouted, ending the duo's game with a clear winner. With a sigh leaving his lips, Marc couldn't help but gain a small smile as he turned to his partner and saw she was already pointing towards her desired prize for the stand-keeper to get. A giddiness was present in Ophelia's movements as she bounced on the soles of her feet with clear excitement upon receiving her prize. Two pendants, each holding half of a heart.

Turning to look at him, Ophelia beckoned her beloved closer with a small grin. Doing as she instructed, she had him lean forward a bit, placing one of the pendants around his neck before handing him the other one for him to place around her as she leaned in.

After it was done, the two shared a small laugh before Ophelia gave her boyfriend a quick peck on his cheek, giggling delightfully as he bashfully rubbed said cheek. However, their time was cut short by a boisterous and playful voice that was all too familiar to the two.

" Awww~ , look at the couple dotting on each other, makes me feel all alone."

Marc and Ophelia turned to look at the source of the voice, finding Morgan walking up to them with a grin. A bounce in her step that threatened the bottom of her dress to ride up more than it already was. Simply put, Morgan was wearing a very, very short kimono compared to everyone else, with its length matching her usual flier's attire. Despite having a similar pattern of colors like her brother, she had a large purple obi instead of a belt which rested just under her chest. And speaking of her chest, they were very, very prominent through the thin fabric of her kimono as it strained to contain the large mounds that were fully covered as they bounced with her steps. She also wore white stockings similar to her usual pairs over her sandals.

Had this been the first time Marc saw her in it, he would've been completely stunned. Luckily though, it wasn't, as despite the two having spent a fair amount of time earlier in the day fucking, Morgan had eventually decided to show him what she had for the kimono, though she had to quickly take it back off was she noticed the effect it was having on him, prompting one final and fierce round between the two in that shed.

Still, it didn't stop a twitch from his loins as Marc had to shake his head away from his spirited thoughts. Just in time for his sister to stand in front of them with her cheerful and slightly mischievous grin, gazing more closely at the pendants they now both shared.

" Hmm ...not bad." She said before leaning back away, hands behind her back as she now looked at the couple and asked, So, you two have fun together?"

Ophelia nodded cheerfully, "Why of course, my dear friend!" She exclaimed, wrapping her arms around Marc's arm and leaning against him happily, "My beloved and I went for a peaceful stroll through the woods, with not but each other for company before making our way here to partake in the festive activities."

"Did you beat him at any games?" Morgan asked.

Ophelia smirked, "Who do you think got these pendants?"

Morgan smirked, arms crossed as she then turned to look at her brother with a raised eyebrow, with Marc returning his own in confusion as he felt like she peering into him with her stare before she spoke, "Advice from your sister, try not to let your girlfriend be the only one giving gifts for the night," She joked, to which Marc rolled his eyes at.

Deciding to change the topic of the conversation before it could further come at his expense, Marc asked, "So where's Lilina? I thought you two would've been hanging out together?"

Morgan for her part shrugged, "She's hanging out with some other friends for now, said she'd join us later if she could, I was about to go looking for her to pass the time, but then I spotted you two and saw the cure to my boredom."

She turned around and snapped her fingers, looking back over her shoulder at them as she said, "Now come on, we're turning this couple's outing into family fun-time. Ain't that right, future Sis-in-law?" The female tactician winked at Ophelia, who giggled happily at her friend's words before looking back at her beloved with knowing eyes.

Marc couldn't help but look away bashfully as he rubbed the back of his neck, only to have that hand taken by Morgan as Ophelia held his other. And soon enough, he found himself being pulled by the two girls for some more activities for the still-young night.

---

If Marc was honest with himself, despite being dragged around by both Ophelia and Morgan throughout the festival from activity to activity, he had found it to be a pretty enjoyable night. With the two females a bit off on their own seemingly looking for something to do next while Marc sat on his own, taking a quick rest for his legs.

However, upon feeling a hand on his shoulder, he was prompted to turn towards its owner, and blinked with a stunned expression upon who he saw.

There stood Lilina, offering him a friendly smile as he took in the kimono she was wearing. It was mostly a shade of red similar to her regular attire, dotted with different colored and types of flowers. Her obi was a whiter shade of beige to her regular skirt. She also wore a red and orange hairband in place of her usual headpiece, with a faded-orangish flower attached to its side and over one of her ears.

If Marc was honest, Lilina's attire was easily the tamest compared to Ophelia's, and especially Morgan's, not seemingly met with any seducing intentions.

Didn't change how cute she looked in it though.

However, he was brought out of those thoughts when she started to speak.

"Hey, Marc." She greeted politely.

Marc took a moment to gather his thoughts, blinking as he did so before responding, "Hey Lilina, was wondering if we'd see you before the night was over." He told her, offering his own friendly smile as he now stood up to better face her, looking over her attire once more before saying, "You look nice."

Lilina's smile widened a tad before morphing into something of a small grin that matched the mischievous glint in her eyes, bringing her hand back from his shoulder and holding both hands in front of her stomach she strunk a small pose, "Just nice?" She asked almost teasingly with a small pout and raised eyebrow.

Marc gave a small chuckle as he rubbed the back of his neck, "Sorry, just, well not sure what else I could say..." He told her, gesturing to his reasons as he looked at the people around them.

Lilina also looked around at them, but she also noticed that at the moment, no one seemed to be looking closely at them. And so taking a chance, she leaned forward towards Marc, doing her best to put on a slightly sultry look to pair with her whisper, "Well...if we find ourselves alone later tonight, I wouldn't mind hearing what you couldn't say for then,"

The princess didn't dare to keep closer for a moment longer as she pulled back, leaving a fair amount of space between their slightly flushed faces from her words. But before either of the two could continue to converse, they were brought out of their conversation by another voice joining in.

"Lilina!"

Marc and Lilina both turned to see the owner of the voice, who rushed towards them and brought the bluenette into a tight hug and briefly lifted her off the ground.

"Morgan!" Lilina laughed as her cheek was smushed against her friend's own, unable to wrap her own arms around her to return the embrace. Though that didn't stop the girl from being constantly reminded about a difference or two between the two against her chest.

"You look so cute!" Morgan exclaimed cheerfully, rubbing her cheek even more against Lilina's face before putting her back down on her feet, or well, sandals. The female tactician clasped her friend's hands as she said, "I could just eat you up!"

Lilina chuckled bashfully at the compliment, "Thanks, Morgan. You look amazing as well." She replied, returning the compliment with her own.

Morgan giggled delightfully, holding a fist up to her mouth as she did so in some attempt to look "refined", before giving a playful gracious bow as she replied in an equally playful, formal tone, "Why thank you Princess Lilina," She told her, before glancing at her brother who was just standing there beside them. Deciding to have a bit of mischief, she added, "I'm sure my brother also has similar thoughts of wanting to eat you up, though perhaps in a different way than I implied."

Marc and Lilina's cheeks lit up at Morgan's tease, both glancing at each other briefly with wide eyes before looking away. Morgan watched their reactions with clear amusement and decided she had her fun for now as she twirled to face behind her, her kimono's skirt fluttering up briefly and threatening to expose what was underneath (yet somehow didn't. No doubt as practice by Morgan herself, Marc believed). Looking back at them she said, "Come on, Ophelia and I found another game to play, loser has to buy the rest kebabs!"

And with that, she started skipping off towards said game. Marc and Lilina looked at her before back at each other, and with small smiles and shrugs, followed the cheerful girl towards their destination.

They caught up with her as she stopped in front of a stand with several large buckets in it, Ophelia standing in front of the stand before looking past Morgan and seeing Lilina walking towards them with Marc, her face lighting up at the sight of her as she also ran towards the girl cheerful.

"Lilina!" Ophelia exclaimed, similar to Morgan. Though unlike the tactician, Ophelia didn't lift the girl up when she embraced her, though she did also remind her of similar differences as Morgan did before Ophelia pulled away. Clasping both of Lilina's hands with her own and looking into her eyes as well, Ophelia said, "You look breath-taking my friend!"

Lilina chuckled bashfully, finding herself repeating the same song and dance as she had with Morgan before, returning the compliment with one of her own, "You look great as well, Ophelia."

The blonde merely smiled at her, before turning towards the stand, with the rest of the group doing the same. Marc was near able to see what the big buckets the stand had held, which was water with apples floating atop of them.

"It's a game where you have to dunk your head in the water and grab onto the apples with your teeth, pulling them out and placing them in the basket next to the bucket before doing it again. The person with the most apples wins." Morgan explained.

Ophelia then stepped up, pointing a finger towards the sky as she said, "Since I was the one who chose this game, I shall volunteer first!"

And with that, the blonde took a step towards one of the buckets, bringing her hands to her hair and tying it into a loose yet firm bun so as to not get in the way. Marc was a bit stunned by how she looked when she was done, as he never really saw her in a different sort of hairstyle than her usual one. There was the occasional pony-tail here and there, as well as that one time he saw her style them in twin-tails like his Aunt Lissa. But never a bun like that.

Ophelia noticed his staring out of the corner of her eye, and flashed her beloved a cheeky wink that didn't go unnoticed by the other girls. Morgan gave her brother a grin and a small elbow to his side before stepping forward towards Ophelia and saying, "Alright, you got 30 seconds to fish as many apples as you can Phili! On the count of 3. 1...2...3!"

Having taken a deep breath to prepare herself, Ophelia dunked her head in at Morgan's count of 3. A splash was heard as the girl grabbed both sides of the bucket before lifting her head back up, showcasing an apple held by her teeth as she leaned over to the side and spat it out into the basket below. And with that, she dunked her head back in the sea of fruits for another one.

Morgan whistled impressively at the display while Marc and Lilina just watched with slight awe. Ophelia was simply put, killing it. Barely a wasted movement in her actions as she flawlessly dunked her head in the barrel, sinking her teeth into whatever poor apple was in her way, lifting it up and spitting it into the basket nearby before doing it again.

There was barely a moment for her to breathe, with the only chances coming being when she spat an apple out before dunking her head back in. But the time between the two was so short that Marc believed she was still running mostly on her first deep breath.

Soon enough though, her time was up, evident by Morgan, who was keeping count, stepping forward and placing a head on Ophelia's shoulder and saying, "Time!"

"Huuhh~!" Ophelia gasped as she reared her head back and faced up to the sky, taking a deep breath as she held a hand to her chest. And yet a clear grin was present on her open mouth as she turned to the group, and after taking a few more seconds to regain her breath, asked, "How'd I do?"

"Currently finding out," Morgan replied, leaning a bit over to the bucket Ophelia had filled and counting away, "5,7,9...12. You got 12 apples Phili."

The blonde's grin turned into something more of a smirk as her lips closed. Morgan looked at the girl with a bit of a grin, hand on her hip as she said, "You sure can hold your breath Phili, I don't think I saw you take one that lasted more than half-a-second during your bobbing."

Ophelia continued to smirk rather proudly, hands waving in front of her soaked face, the water started to evaporate, leaving all but a few drops remaining as she replied, "A heroine such as me has had plenty of experience holding in her breath, thanks to practice for a certain someone."

Ophelia and Morgan both gave Marc a grin that had the tactician looking away bashfully, with Lilina on the side with a small blush, still not used to this sort of talk by the group, at least in public.

Though luckily, that sort of talk wasn't lasting much longer as Ophelia spoke once again, hand on her hip as she asked "So who dares try and take the next plunge to beat my score?"

Morgan didn't hesitate to raise her hand, "Oh me next! That looked like so much fun!"

The female tactician quickly spun around to face the fruit sea bucket, her kimono's skirt once again raising up but not high enough to expose what it hid underneath. "Phili! Countdown for me!" She shouted back, not bothering to tie up her hair like Ophelia had done since hers was much shorter.

Undoing her bun and letting her wavy curls once again flow freely, Ophelia smiled at her friend and did as she asked. Morgan grinning as she gripped both sides of the barrel as the blonde started to count down. Taking a deep breath as the numbers started ringing her ear, once three was heard, Morgan dove her head down with a large splash followed by gurgling.

After a few moments, more than Ophelia's first dunk, Morgan's face resurfaced with an apple in tow. Her teeth appeared to have a looser grip on it than Ophelia did, with the tactician spitting the fruit out into a now-empty basket nearby before dunking her head back in.

It soon became clear that despite seemingly doing a fair job in her apple bobbing, Morgan was doing nowhere near as flawless of a job as Ophelia had been. She took just a few more moments to grab an apple that was setting her at a slower pace then Ophelia had been, not to mention she took a few noticeable breaths in between her bobs.

Though Marc had a bit trouble noticing that, as Morgan was wiggling her rump during her moments. He honestly couldn't tell if it was planned by her, or just mere coincidence from her current actions. Still, it didn't change the fact that her skirt was barely covering her massive rump that threatened to expose more skin at any moment.

He wondered if she was wearing panties or not like earlier in the day.

He shook his head to wash away the thought, reminding himself he didn't need to go on that path considering where it would lead, especially since he was with three amazing women with plenty of life left in the night.

He doubted there wouldn't be at the very least, a bit of fun by the end of it.

"Time!" Ophelia shouted, prompting Morgan to real her head back with a loud gasp, revealing that unlike Ophelia who had mostly her face soaked, Morgan took much more of a dip within the bucket with how messy she seemed to dive in. Most of her head of course was dripping with water, along with the top of her kimono around the front of her shoulders was fairly soaked, though the most evident place was the top of her chest as the fabric of her kimono became slightly see-through.

Something that had most of the group, especially Marc and Lilina starring at.

"Hmm?" Morgan hummed at them, confused by their looks before following their gaze, letting out a small, "Oh!" as she realized what the problem was. And with a slightly embarrassed chuckle, waved her hands around her chest and shoulders before snapping her fingers, evaporating the water similar to what Ophelia had done.

"Hehe, guess I got carried away." Morgan joked as she ran a hand through her still soaked hair, the parts her hand ran through drying quickly as her fingers passed through them while the rest of her face was dried by her other hand. Giving her head one final shake to fling away any remaining droplets of water, an action that had Marc and Lilina reflexively raising their hands up to shield themselves when they both felt a few drops hit them.

Hands on her hips, Morgan turned to look at Ophelia and asked, "So, what's my count?"

The blonde, who had been leaning over the basket to do just that, straightened herself back up and turned to her friend with a friendly smile, hands behind her back as she simply replied with, "9,"

Morgan's eyes widened for just a moment before clenching shut as she let out a small growl of frustration, "Ahh! Come on!" She whined, stomping her feet half-seriously and half-playfully before turning to her brother and saying, "Alright Marc, you're next."

Marc simply looked at her and blinked, "Why me?" He asked.

To which Morgan simply gave him a look, regaining her playful voice as she said, "Because you're my brother, and siblings have to do things either together, or after the other!"

"Says who?"

"Says your Big' Sis!" Morgan replied before giving him a stern look and adding, "Now hurry and get bobbing! Before I dunk your head in there myself!"

Marc couldn't help but chuckle at his sister's words, not really doubting them as he walked towards the barrel. Gripping the edges, Marc took a deep breath as Ophelia began to also count down, bracing himself just in case Morgan decided to follow through on her threat just for the fun of it.

Luckily for him though, she didn't, and once he heard the number three leave his girlfriend's lips, he dunked his head in the sea and started bobbing away.

It didn't take long for Marc to figure out just how much harder this was then it looked, having to keep stretching your mouth wide in order to properly dig your teeth into the first apple they bumped into, water filling in your mouth before it was spat out with the fruit, repeating the process again and again. Not to mention he had to reprieve the urge to wipe his face from how soaked it was and the need to take a deep breath from how taxing it became on one's lungs.

Eventually, Marc's turn ended with the cry of " Time!" from Ophelia's lips, but despite already about to pull his head back from the barrel, Morgan did it for him as she yanked the collar of her brother's kimono back for fun. The male sibling taking a deep breath as he gave his face a quick wipe, about to do the same spell his girlfriend and sister used to clean the water from his face, only for his sister to do it for him.

Didn't change that Marc still gave her a small glare for suddenly yanking his collar, Morgan simply looking back at him with a smug look before turning to Ophelia and asking, "How'd he do?"

Ophelia pulled back from the bucket, the same smile and look she gave Morgan when telling her score earlier as did the same for her brother and said, "8."

Marc let out a groan while Morgan clenched her fist in celebration with a look of satisfaction at not being last. Ophelia chuckled slightly at the siblings' reactions before turning to look at the only member of the group yet to have gone, "Your time has come, Lilina. Would thou show us what a princess is capable of?"

Lilina giggled at her friend's words, taking a breath to calm herself as she walked towards the barrel for her own go, hands in her hair as she did the long blue strands into a loose-yet-firm bun just as Ophelia did. Looking down into the sea of fruits, she took a deep breath and gripped the edges as Ophelia began counting down.

"1,2,3!"

Lilina's dunk was far more subdued then Ophelia's and especially Morgan's, taking just a bit more time than the former but quicker than the latter as she brought her head back up with an apple in tow from her lips, a rather firm grip despite her lips being smaller than Ophelia's. The princess spat out the fruit to the nearby basket before repeating the motion.

Her bun bounced with her motions that held a similar grace as Ophelia did and with just as little wasted movements. Marc staring on somewhat entranced, in a different way than with Ophelia, and especially Morgan as he couldn't help but find himself taken aback by just how well she was doing in her apple bobbing.

Whether or not she'd beat Ophelia though was about to be found out.

"Time!" Ophelia cheered, prompting Lilina to lift her head out from the barrel in a much more subdued motion than those before her, still leaning over the water as it dripped over her face, she turned to the blonde and with a small smile asked, "Well?"

Ophelia turned to look at Morgan, who was counting the apples in the basket with a hum and bounce of her fingers, "6, 8, 11. 11 apples Lilina, just came up short!"

Lilina let out a small sigh, but still held a smile on her face, "Oh well, at least I didn't get last." She stated, her words prompting the rest of the girls to turn to Marc.

The male tactician rubbed the back of his head as he let out his own sigh, "Yeah, yeah, I know what I have to do, no need to look at me like that."

Morgan scoffed at his words, replying with, "Come on! Why are you looking so down? You're hanging out with three beautiful ladies! Least you can do is treat them for keeping you company!"

Her words got an agreeing hum from Ophelia, with Lilina giving a small giggle herself. Morgan looked back at Lilina before saying, "I've got to say though, Lilina, you did really well! Like even I was taken aback!"

"Well, you do always like to point out...ah, what was it?" Lilina allowed herself to gain a small smirk at the compliment, reaching down into the basket of apples and pulling one out a rather large one as she said, "Oh yes - I'm pretty good at swallowing~"

Without missing a beat, Lilina took a large bite on the apple, taking out a fairly large portion and swallowing it all down into her stomach in one go, her throat bulging as she did so.

She looked back at the group with a small smirk, proud of herself for once catching them, specifically Ophelia, and especially Morgan off-guard from the little game they liked to play.

Said tactician gazed at her friend with a stunned look, before simply saying, "Whoa."

Her brother meanwhile, gulped when he noticed Lilina's gaze land on him, and briefly turned into something more, royal.

Lilina's smirk widened at the siblings' reactions.

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Marc handed the food stand keeper a few coins to pay for his goods. Turning back towards the rest of the group as he waited for the stand keeper to count up his coins and give him the ok, he saw the girls all eating down their respective skewered meats with clear glee. It helped bring a smile on his face at how they seemed to enjoy it all, and made the loss of money sting a bit less.

However, as he looked at them, he saw that Morgan had noticed his gaze, and turning back at Ophelia and Lilina, whispered something to them that had the blonde smirk, and the bluenette rolled her eyes before they all turned to look at him. With sultry glances (at least from Ophelia and Morgan, Lilina was just looking away annoyed as she seemed clearly dragged into whatever this was), they all plopped the next round piece of meat into their mouths. But instead of chewing it and enjoying the taste, they all swallowed the piece whole, having their throats bulge as it slid down their gullets and into their stomach, grinning at him as they licked their lips before turning back away.

Marc was stunned at the display, as while the pieces of meat were still much smaller than the chunk of apple Lilina had swallowed down earlier, it was still an erotic gesture. He was so stunned by it, that he didn't snap out of it till the stand-keeper poked him on the shoulder, prompting him to turn back to him and receive his own kebab to enjoy.

Apologizing for not responding sooner and giving his thanks, Marc rejoined the group of girls as they walked back through the festival, conversing with laughs and high spirits that lacked the more...sultry air that was present in their little stunt as they just enjoyed each other's company in the festival.

Ophelia was situated by his side, holding his hand as she playfully had the two feeding the other their respective snacks. Morgan meanwhile, not to be so easily outdone, stood on his other side, not holding his hand, but playfully swiping at his snack when hers ran out. Lilina stood next to the female tactician on the end, sighing at the girl's antics before offering her a piece of her own food, which Morgan gladly accepted, with Marc flashing the princess a thankful look, to which she responded with a nod and small smile.

It was an enjoyable atmosphere for the four, eventually all finishing their snacks as they just wandered around, trying to find something to do next. And then after rounding a corner, an opportunity was seen. They were near the center of the festival, which was mostly open to allow for festival-goers, which included a lot of heroes, allowing them to dance freely and spiritedly around. There were more than a couple in groups, and quite a few in pairs, all with bright smiles on their faces and energetic movements as they danced to the rhythm of the unique music played by the mostly Hoshidan band near one of the edges.

Not one to pass up such a good time, Morgan took a step forward to be in front of the group, turning back to look at them, she exclaimed, "Come on! Let's have some fun!" However, as her hands reached out to grab a partner, they surprisingly didn't extend towards her brother, no, instead they went towards the princess, who let out a small yelp at the sudden tug against her arms.

"Morgan!?" Lilina shouted at the sudden action as she was pulled onto the dance floor by the tactician, who merely looked back at her with an innocent look and grin.

Marc chuckled while Ophelia smiled as they saw the princess relent to her fate as she was pulled into the crowd. Turning to look at his girlfriend, he gestured to the crowd, and upon receiving a smile and nod, the two went into the crowd hand-and-hand, intent to enjoy the festive event.

Upon reaching a free spot, the two let go of each other's hands and began to dance away. Marc didn't believe himself to be the best dancer, but he believed he could mimic the movements of those around him well enough. Though he believed even if he did make a fool of himself, no one would be that rude to inform him of that. Well, except maybe Morgan.

Still, it wouldn't matter to him so long as they all were enjoying themselves, and considering the bright smile on Ophelia's face, he believed that was the case. He watched on in awe as the blonde's round hips and wavy curls rocked and swayed to the rhythm of the beat, arms waving with a flow and left her chest open for Marc to gaze at as the breasts contained under her kimono bounced from her movements. Not to mention that, despite the heavy air of steamed and roasted goods still lingering in the air, Marc could still smell the exotic fragrance Ophelia was letting off.

He was almost brought to a standstill by it all, but once Ophelia gave him a raised brow and funny look, it quickly brought life back into his steps. The tactician letting out an embarrassed chuckle at being caught while the dark-mage merely laughed heartily. Time seemingly flew by as they just had fun, allowing Marc to be more confident in his steps. He focused on Ophelia as the two sometimes leaned forward to the other and playfully shook their heads to rub and tickle the other's nose with their own, their dancing switching from either free movements or more focused ones depending on if they were holding the other's hand.

Still, their time was eventually cut into when Morgan suddenly appeared and grabbed Ophelia's hand, stealing her brother's girlfriend for a dance and leaving him by himself. But luckily for the male tactician, he wasn't left to dance by himself for long, as other partners came in to fill the void left by Ophelia.

He got to briefly dance with his fellow tactician, Katrina, who wore her own, light purplish kimono that matched her hair. And after that, he shared a few steps with the Priestess of Dawn, Micaiah, who wore her own striking kimono that was a lighter shade of burgundy than her usual tunic.

He even got a dance with Princess Julia, who didn't actually wear any sort of kimono, but her regular white-dress wasn't that out of place. The two slightly picked up their previous conversation from earlier in the day, before realizing that if they continued, they would've round up talking about more of the book than they intended to and spend more time on that than the festival. So they agreed to meet up at the archives later next week for a discussion about the book and any other literature.

So with their literary discussion on hold, they decided to just focus on the dance they were partaking in and enjoy their time together. Though it was eventually brought to an end as the two disengaged and went their respective ways. Marc headed towards the edges of the center for a quick break to rest his legs as he realized just how much energy he had expended from all his dancing.

But as he recovered, controlling his breathing with deep breaths, he didn't notice Lilina walking up to his side, a small smile on her face as she said, "You know, if Morgan saw how tired you looked, she'd make fun of you and say, 'You shouldn't be having any problems with how long you usually last' and drag you onto the dance floor herself."

Marc, surprised by her sudden voice, jumped slightly in place, Lilina chuckling at his reaction as he looked at her with mild embarrassment with a bashful smile and rubbing the back of his neck, "Hey Lilina," He greeted, "And if Morgan did say that, I'd feel like I'd have to remind her that she's responsible for some of my loss of energy herself."

Marc's eyes widened as he realized what he had just said, with Lilina's doing the same. But the princess was able to recompose herself quickly, and with a grin and raised eyebrow, said, "Did she now? How interesting..."

Marc gulped, looking away as Lilina giggled. Deciding not to linger any longer on the topic of his lack of energy, he asked, "Finally got away from Morgan?"

Lilina nodded her head, "Luckily. After she brought Ophelia in for the three of us to dance together, and then she saw you again and wanted to bring you in to join us all in the dance. But Ophelia thankfully saw I was getting winded and was able to get Morgan to join her in that large group over there." The bluenette gestured to said group, with Marc seeing his sister and girlfriend in the midst of it, all spinning in a circle while holding onto each other's hand to make that circle. It honestly looked kinda fun.

"I noticed you standing here a bit after that, and decided to join you," She told him, before turning her tone more teasing and morphed her lips into a grin as she asked, "What about you though? Run out of cute girls to dance with?"

To be honest, Marc wasn't used to this sort of talk from the girl, but she had partaken in it much more since joining their little group and no doubt was influenced by Morgan and Ophelia. Still, he was able to counterattack her teasing with a bit of her own, starting off by replying with, "Run out of cute girls? That can't be true."

Lilina raised an eyebrow at him as she continued to look at him with a playful look, "And why's that?"

Marc finally turned to look at her, his face soft and his smile gentle as he said, "Well, how could I have run out of cute girls when I haven't danced with you yet?"

Lilina was taken slightly aback by his response despite how obvious it should've been, her eyes briefly going wide as a blush flashed over her cheeks. But soon enough, she was able to recompose herself. So with a playful look and grin, a formal tone taking over her voice, she asked, "Sir Marc, are you asking for a dance?"

The tactician grinned, "Well, is the princess willing?" He replied playfully hopeful back, extending his hand out to her.

Lilina's grin widened, "Very well," She replied, grasping his hand with her own as they walked towards the dance floor. Upon finding a spot, they let go of each other's hands and stepped away to give each other a bit of space. Marc even gave the girl a playful bow of courtesy as he had done with his other partners of the night, and received a similar reaction similar to them as Lilina giggled at his action, before returning it in kind.

And with that, they started dancing.

Their break, despite being relatively brief, seemed to have done wonders for their movements as there was a newfound energy within their steps as they circled around one another. Their bodies flow from action to action, limbs bouncing with a sort of energetic freedom as their steps carried them from one spot to the next. Their gazed locked on each other with bright smiles, only breaking away when they had to do a spin for their movements

As they danced, Marc couldn't help but noticed the difference in Lilina's style compared to Ophelia's. The blonde's movements were more energetic and free in a way that showed she wasn't afraid to experiment. Lilina's movements though, had more grace, a bit more subdued but still carrying enough energy to fit the atmosphere around them, most apparent in her footwork.

Marc believed it must have been her experience in more formal types of dancing that allowed her to easily move with refined steps, all while keeping a good amount of focus on him and moving the rest of her body. Her long hair swayed and her hips rocked to follow her steps, helping to give her a sort of flow that was much more natural and subdued than Ophelia's dramatics. Still, he couldn't help but notice in the bottom of his eyes that with each step, more and more of the slit in her kimono parted, her obi seemingly loosening along with it as the leg closest to the slit continued to push farther against it, until eventually, it peaked out.

For the first time in their dance, Marc was unable to keep his gaze on Lilina's face as his eyes fell down to the bottom half of her now exposed leg as it peaked out of her kimono, showcasing the flawless pale skin that covered the slender limb.

"Marc, my eyes are up here?"

The tactician blinked before bringing his gaze back up to his partner, finding her staring back at him with a playful grin and raised eyebrow. A bashful chuckle passed through his lips at having been caught, while Lilina gained a small blush from the attention she had just received while tilting her gaze just a bit away.

But that moment between them caused her to lose her focus just a bit, enough that the footwork she was able to execute so flawlessly before faltered just enough that Lilina began to stumble. Acting fast, Marc leaned forward and extended her hands out to catch her, reaching her just in time before she fell forward too far.

Holding onto his arms as he helped to lift her back up, Lilina gave Marc a thankful, but also embarrassed smile at her stumble. Still, Marc only gave her a gentle smirk, not seemingly wanting to make fun of her little tumble. And as they were still leaned a bit towards each other, grasping each other's arms, their faces were somewhat close, enough that they could see the small bit of sweat that had formed on the other's faces from all their movements, along with a clear look into the other's eyes as their breathes tickled the other's nose.

For a moment, everything around them faded away, their only thoughts on each other, of just each other. And if they stayed like that for just a moment longer, their faces would've leaned towards each other with a clear intent and oblivious to their surroundings.

But luckily (or unluckily depending on how one saw it), something came in to break them up. Something big.

"Oho? What do we have here?"

Marc and Lilina's eyes widened as realization came over them, both whipping their heads to the sound of that voice, Marc's jaw threatening to drop while Lilina's started to sputter, "Fa-fa-Father!" She finally managed to get out.

The large, usually Axe-wielding man stood proud and tall, gazing down at the lad and his daughter with a raised eyebrow and look. Unlike the two, he wasn't wearing any sort of kimono, and while it wasn't uncommon to see a good chunk of the heroes wearing their usual attires, Lord Hector was one of the few to still be brazen enough to wear his plated armor.

"You two seem awfully close for this sort of dancing, wouldn't you say?" He stated, arms crossing over his chest as his gaze became more stern.

That sent the two flying from each other, bright blushes one each of their faces as Marc couldn't help but gaze away. Lilina meanwhile attempted to appeal to the younger version of her father, "It's...it's not like that Father! I swear!"

"I would hope so," The man stated, turning to look at Marc as he added, "Especially considering the young lad already has courted someone openly...unless he has other plans? Boys can be greedy after all."

Marc's body started to tense up in fear at the tone of his words as he attempted not to gaze in the man's general direction, afraid of the stare he'd be greeted with. Lilina, seeing Marc's blight, still attempted to calm her father down, "Marc was only helping me up after I tripped!" She told him, standing in between the man and lad and putting her palms up to her father as she added, "Marc's not that sort of person! I can assure you!"

Hector raised his eyebrow at his daughter, his stern look turning into a more analytical one as he gazed at his daughter and back at the boy. Marc even looked back carefully, trying his best not to look fearful when the lord caught his gaze and stared right into his soul he felt like.

After believing he had terrified the lad enough, Hector dropped his suffocating atmosphere for a more friendly one as he turned to his daughter and said, "In that case, how about we have our own dance than, Lilina?"

"Huh?" The girl blinked, a bit taken aback by the sudden offer. But before she could even have a chance to respond, her father had already taken her hand and started dragging her away, "Fa-Father!?"

"Have fun for the rest of the night, boy, especially with your special, sole lady!" Hector shouted back to Marc, who saw Lilina give him an apologetic look. The lad just waved his hand in assurance, letting her have fun with her dance, and also gave him a chance to get away from the man as a relieved sigh fell through his mouth. Marc held his chest as he realized just how tense and stiff his breathing had gotten in the man's presence.

Looking back at the daughter and father duo, he could see Lilina looking at her father with an almost adorable pout and faintly hear her whine, "Daddy~, you're embarrassing me!"

Hector for his part, merely chuckled, "You're just encouraging me, Lilina."

But before he could gaze at the two any longer, a new voice came up to him, "That was a close one, huh?"

Marc turned to find his sister, hands behind her back as she looked at the duo like he was, before turning to him and saying, "And by close, I'm referring to you and Lilina about to smooch in public and not Lord Hector ready to tear you in half. You're lucky I sent him there before you two could've done it."

Marc's grimace morphed into shock, looking at his sister with wide eyes on the verge of anger, "You sent him to us!? Why!?"

Morgan took a step back, palms raised in an attempt to calm him down as she replied, "Hey! You two were about to create a scandal! I had to take drastic measures!" She defended.

That didn't seem to appease Marc, who rubbed his irritated temple as he then asked, "Then why didn't you stop us yourself?"

"Less fun for me, and less terrifying for both of you," She simply answered with a smug grin, "Now you both have a scary experience to remind you both not to get so lovey-dovey in a public area,"

Marc sighed, deciding not to argue anymore as he knew it was fruitless. His sister did have a point. He and Lilina might've messed up if she didn't intervene. But there was giving a good scare, and literally playing with his life.

He was afraid he'd now have to be even warier of Lord Hector's gaze, even more than he was before.

Deciding to not dwell on the near-death experience, he let out a sigh and looked at his sister, asking "So...wanna dance?"

She grinned back at him, "Took you long enough to ask. Besides, I think it'd be weird if we didn't join in on the little theme that seems to be going."

Confused by what she meant by theme, Morgan gestured to the dance floor, and after taking a closer look at the pairs waltzing over it, finally noticed the theme Morgan was referring to: family. Lilina and Lord Hector, Prince Alfonse and Princess Sharena, Prince Ephraim and Princess Eirika, and the Hoshido Siblings of course.

Before he could even try and recognize more pairs, Morgan suddenly snatched his hands and pulled him onto the dance floor, "It's not polite to keep a lady waiting!" She joked, still grinning before letting go of his hand beginning their dance.

Marc quickly attempted to match her rhythm as his sister started off her movements energetically; movements like a noticeable pep to her step that caused bounces in her chest and twirls that had her skirt fly up. It was more similar to Ophelia than Lilina's style, but while Ophelia's movements seemed free, Morgan's could only be described as wild.

Marc tried to keep up, but he always seemed one step behind her as she danced around him both figuratively, and literally. Each one of her steps brought something about her to his attention, be it her large breasts straining against her kimono when they bounced, her plump thighs exposed whenever her skirt flew up and the bare skin above her stockings rippled, or sometimes just her face as she leaned towards his with a bright, cheeky smile.

Not to mention, Morgan was very close. Much closer than Ophelia and Lilina when he danced with them. But from the way she kept moving and bouncing around, never standing in one spot for very long, it wouldn't look that close to anyone else except the person she danced around themself. He felt her body roll against him, whether it be the bumps of her rocking hips against his, or the brushes of her shoulder with his own, not to mention the brief passes her breasts made against his chest at times, all with a cheeky grin on her face.

Marc blinked as Morgan performed a twirl and stopped very close right in front of him, she leaned forward, causing him to feel a part of their bodies bump against one another. Before he could realize what part it was, she spun once again, her back now facing his chest. She quickly brought her hips back and pushed her ass against the small spot that he felt another part of her bump against. And soon enough, when he felt that spot twitch, he realized that she had their pelvis bump against one another.

It was all so much, so open, and Marc feared losing his footing at this rate. After having just reprimanded him about how close he and Lilina had gotten, Morgan was now doing something that could be considered even riskier. But this was just her taking advantage of their close public nature, all those times she clung onto him, jumped on his back, got in his face, playful close public encounters, it all made it seem less strange to anyone who knew of the two's bond looking in, especially if they knew of Morgan's personality.

And Morgan was confident by that considering the look on her face, and to be fair, her confidence gave him a bit of some as well. And with an admittedly nervous smile, his steps soon grew more confident, still a step behind his sister's, but no longer failing to keep up. No, there was a determination in those steps as he now resolved to catch up with her and take charge.

Morgan, noticing his change, smirked at him, practically daring him to go ahead and try and overtake her. She was not gonna give up so easily.

Their competitive attitudes helped to relax the atmosphere around them as the siblings laughed freely. Their movements, especially Marc's, looking much more natural as, despite the unusual closeness, could just be chalked up to fun with how the two appeared.

But eventually, like all his other dances before, it would come to an end. The two switching partners with most other pairs, though Marc wasn't exactly sure how it was prompted. In any case, it gave him a new partner in the form of an aqua-haired princess, who wore a dark-red kimono similar to Lilina, but had multiple golden patterns and edges on it as well to call back to the wearer's usual attire.

"Princess Eirika," Marc greeted with a friendly smile.

A smile that the woman returned in kind, "Marc," she replied.

In truth, Marc didn't believe the two of them were friends. They've spoken a few times yes, but have never really gone out on any missions together or had an in-depth conversation that gave them a new understanding of one another. In truth, Marc didn't even know if the princess was friends with Morgan and Ophelia. He had seen them chat sometimes, but that was always with Lilina as well, with the blue-haired princesses no doubt being close friends.

Perhaps this dance would give them a chance to better know each other as well, it never hurt to have more friends after all.

The two danced around in a small circle opposite of the other, their movements much slower and held back than Marc had just engaged in with his sister. It helped the two establish their own pace much better suited for them, plus he was thankful for the break.

Still, while Marc fell into his steps easily enough, he couldn't help but noticed that Eirika seemed to have some trouble, continuously looking down at her feet as her steps seemed overly cautious, afraid of tripping one of them up. The consequence of that was that the rest of her movements seemed stiff and lifeless. Her arms and hips barely moved as she focused on her footwork.

Wanting to help, he asked with a friendly tone, "Having trouble?"

She glanced up at him, looking a bit worried before a nervous smile came onto her face, nodding as she replied, "You could say that," She answered, looking a bit embarrassed as she went on, "I must admit, I'm not exactly used to this sort of dancing."

She gave a bashful chuckle that framed her face in a way that helped Marc to still feel a bit relaxed. Since she was willing to reveal her worries and he felt he could do something to help, with the tactician then asking, "So is that why you and Prince Ephraim were holding hands earlier?"

She nodded without hesitation appearing more confident as she said, "Yes. He too isn't that used to dancing like this, so it was a bit easier for both of us to try out some new steps while still keeping some familiarity with ones we already knew," She explained, before giving another bashful smile as she then added, "Though I'm sure we looked a bit off compared to everyone else, you and Morgan at the very least seemed to be having fun."

Marc chuckled and gave a sheepish grin at her admission that she had watched both he and his sister's wild dance, even if they weren't hiding their fun, it still felt a bit embarrassing for someone to admit they were watching them. Still, he was able to keep himself composed as he then asked, "In that case, do you wanna take my hand?" He offered, extending a hand out with a friendly smile.

"I'm not sure how much it'll help, but maybe it can do something?" He stated hopefully, waiting for Eirika's response, who after a moment of contemplating his offer, held a thankful smile and grasped his hand with her own, allowing Marc to notice just how smooth her skin felt.

Before restarting their dance, Marc decided to try and help lighten the mood, playfully giving a courteous bow courteously to the princess as he had neglected to do so at first, he felt pride at how Eirika's spirit seemed to rise before she returned it in kind. And so with that positive start out of the way, they once again began to dance.

Drawing on his previous experiences with Ophelia and Lilina, Marc took the lead, keeping the two of them far enough so that she wouldn't need to worry about bumping her feet into him, giving her just enough guidance that she didn't need to think much of where to go, just how to get there. It was a somewhat new experience for both of them. For Marc, it was really the first time he had led a dance so openly this night. For Eirika, she was finally starting to get the hang of it, with her hips starting to rock and hair swaying lively.

The princess was of course still nervous, but she wasn't able to stay as overly cautious as before, as a gentle tug from Marc's hand forced her to take step after step, making her unable to dwell on any of them. It caused her to focus less on her steps and what she did during them, her free arm bending up and starting to swing, a smile starting to form on her face as she looked hopefully at his, her smile becoming wider as Marc gave her an encouraging grin and nod.

The atmosphere around them started to become more lively as the princess was now growing confident in her movements, her rocking hips and swaying arms being her most confident. She didn't perform anything too wild, but she tried. The skips in her steps and the few twirls she performed were evidence of that. And while they weren't flawless or all that graceful as Eirika had intended, she was trying, and with the smile on her face, Marc believed she was having fun.

Still, through it all, he never let go of her hand, and she never made any motion to pull hers away herself. She didn't rely on his grip per se, but it seemed to just reassure her and help her to better focus on herself as Marc gave her a rhythm and direction to work with. Sometimes bumping into him by accident, but neither of the two lingered on it for long as they would just smile and laugh at the brief brushes of their body.

The tactician tried not to remember the few curves he felt during those moments, instead doing his best to enjoy their dance while watching the fruits of her efforts. Her kimono swayed and clung onto her curves as she attempted to give them a flow, her steps having enough force to send a small ripple up to her modest bosom and have them jiggle just slightly, not to the same degree as Ophelia's and Morgan's had done, but still noticeable. She had even stopped glancing down at her feet and instead continued to gaze up, a bright smile on her face and free laughs escaping her open lips as her blue-bangs framed her face. She was even close enough that Morgan could smell a sort of vanilla fragrance from her.

Eirika was always an attractive woman in Marc's eyes, as were many heroes in the order. But right now, he was starting to gain a new sort of appreciation for that beauty, something more personal, in a sense. It had him attempt a rather daring move by leaning back and extending their clasped hands, prompting them both to spin around in a circle with their hands acting as their center. Eirika gasped in surprise before letting out a joyous giggle at the sudden maneuver, taking a moment to bask in it, and during so, Marc was able to look out past her and see some of the other festival-goers, like his sister and Lilina. But he also was sure he saw someone scowling in his direction, though he couldn't really make out who they were scowling at and who exactly they were as Marc's eyes went over them almost like a blur, but he did believe they had blue hair.

After that strange occurrence though, their spin slowing down. Though Eirika seemed to gaze past Marc for a moment, her face seemingly turning into a scowl familiar to the one Marc saw from someone else moments ago. She let out a sigh and turned her head to the sigh, muttering out , "Stupid Brother, I'll have to scold him later for that."

Marc however, wasn't able to hear what she uttered. "Something wrong?" He asked, his tone concerned.

Eirika seemed to tense up and her body jumped from his words, that scowl she had on dissipating immediately as she turned to look at him, shaking her head as she did so, "No no! Just something came over my mind, it's nothing," She assured him, not giving him a chance to ask for more details as she suddenly took a small lead in their dance. It caused him to gain some appreciation for her determination and ability to have grown confident enough in her steps to do so.

In any case though, before that appreciation could grow any deeper, the music around them started to change tune, indicating a new song was beginning to play. And with the end of the old one, Eirika decided it was now time to end their dance.

Pulling further away from him and letting go of his hand, the princess gave her partner a grateful smile as she said, "Thank you Marc, for helping me to better enjoy this night and teaching me how to best dance for it."

The tactician merely chuckled bashfully, rubbing the back of his neck as he replied, "Hehe, no problem, Princess Eirika. I want to argue and say I didn't do that much, especially since I don't consider myself all that great for this sort of dancing as well. But I feel that'd be rude if you truly feel more confident in your steps now than before." He told her.

The princess smiled, "It truly did, and while I'm sure I'll get more experience within the night, you definitely helped me to..hmm, get my footing down?" She tried to make some sort of joke with her last few words as she smiled unsurely at him and tilted her head to the side. Still, even if it wasn't that good of a joke, Marc still chuckled positively to it.

Eirika let out a small sigh of relief that her attempted joke didn't ruin the mood, but before she could turn to head off and find another partner, she stopped and looked at him, "Oh, Marc, one more thing." The tactician looked at her, a bit confused as he was about to head off to find another partner himself but stopped once she called out to him. Upon seeing that she had his attention, the princess smiled and said, "You don't need to address me as 'Princess', after just now, I think we can consider one another friends?"

Marc blinked, a bit taken aback by her sudden words. But after taking a moment to process them, smiled, and nodded his head. His reaction prompted Eirika to brighten her smile, and with a final nod of farewell, she walked away.

Though as she did, Marc couldn't help but notice that her kimono seemed to jut out and curve just a bit out from her lower backside, emphasized by just a small, yet graceful sway of her hips.

Blinking and shaking his head, Marc batted away the thought. How greedy and degenerate can he be? He was bedding three amazing girls, and after just making friends with another one, he was already looking at them like a piece of meat? He needed more self-control.

But something then proceeded to draw his gaze to the side, and doing so, he found Ophelia staring at him with a knowing look, eyebrow raised and her lips curled into a grin. Marc's eyes widened briefly as he knew he was caught, with Ophelia shaking her head with closed eyes and a small smile before walking up to him. The tactician opened his mouth, ready to give an apology, but before any words could come out, Ophelia placed her finger on his lips.

She said nothing while looking at him, but her gaze told him everything. She didn't care. If he wanted to look at someone else, if his thoughts drifted to someone else, if he felt something for someone else, to her it was fine.

So long that in this moment, she was his focus. She wasn't jealous of other girls, she had no right to be after helping set him up with more and encouraging him about it. But she wanted his attention at times as well. After all, where was the fun in just watching?

Fluttering his eyes at her, Marc smiled at her, showcasing that she had his full attention, and smiling back at him, Ophelia wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned forward to give him a kiss. The exchange was soft and slow, their tongues staying put and their lips never widening. Marc wrapped his arms around his girlfriend's waist to pull her closer, in turn causing her breasts to press up and slightly flatten against his own, which actually got a small mewl from Ophelia as she started to lightly play with his hair.

They were like that for at least half-a-minute before pulling apart, still smiling softly at the other as their hips started swaying with the beat of the music, which was now much slower than before. This prompted several other pairs of partners to come closer and sway gently with the music that broke into the lively tunes that had filled the air before.

The magic-wielding couple said nothing as they continued to sway in each other's arms, barely moving from their spot as they just mostly kept in place. But they were fine with it. Ophelia even rested her face against his shoulder and nuzzled her cheek against his neck as she enjoyed the embrace, glad to just have something so...relaxing with her beloved.

During their slow dance, Ophelia readjusted her position by spinning around so that her back now leaned against his front, his arms still wrapped around her waist as her hands rested atop his own over her stomach. Her head was tilted back to rest on his shoulder, still able to nuzzle her cheek against his neck as the two swayed gently to the music, eyes closed as they just enjoyed the moment.

And while part of them wished that this memory could last for much longer, for the two of them, it simply wouldn't. As during their dance, Ophelia's rear kept brushing against Marc's groin, sometimes pressing back against it in a manner too hard for Marc to simply believe it was anything else but impossible. And soon enough, of course, it got a reaction out of him.

Ophelia stifled a chuckle as she felt something hard press against her ass when she pushed it back, wiggling her rear just a bit to feel it better before having it dip into the crevice of her ass just a bit. Fluttering her eyes opened till they were lidded, she tilted her head to his, catching his gaze out of the corner of his eye.

Their gazes exchanged a silent conversation, one that had been exchanged many times before between the two. And with an exchange of nods, an agreement was formed.

The two didn't pay attention to their surroundings as they began to walk off, hands held as the blonde led her boyfriend someplace private. With their sudden departure only seen by a sister and princess.

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By chance (at least to Marc's knowledge), the two had ended up in the same shed he and Morgan had used earlier in the day. And soon after entering, the two were already at each other's throats both figuratively and literally. They attempted to shove their tongues down there in their passionate kiss as Ophelia pinned her boyfriend against the wall just as he finished uttering a spell to hide whatever sounds they were about to make. Their open mouths exchanged their hot moans into the other's mouths while their tongues dueled for entrance, their hands roaming the other's body for something to satisfy their greed and lust.

Ophelia's hands eventually settled in suitable spots, one tangling itself in her beloved's messy hair while the other held an open palm and pressed it against the growing bulge around his crotch. Marc's hands meanwhile were settled in different places, one reaching down to her backside and grabbing hold of his girlfriend's ass through the fabric of her kimono while the other was up against her chest, cupping one of her breasts by its bottom as it smushed and rubbed against his chest.

The gropes and squeezes his hand delivered to her body parts had Ophelia mewling approvingly into his mouth, her hand moving away from his groin and instead gripped his hip as she started to rub against it with her own covered sex. The stimulation was eventually enough to cause her to pull away from their lip-lock and let out a pleasurable whine.

Marc though, noticed the part of her kimono had slid off her shoulder through the action, exposing more of her flawless skin along with a part of her neck, and seizing the opportunity like any could tactician would, leaned his lips forward and latched onto the side of her neck, sucking on her skin.

Ophelia gasped at the sudden sensation, panting somewhat loudly before tilting her head up to the ceiling for another whine, much louder than the last. She proceeded to tilt her neck to give Marc more access to her skin, standing on her toes while gripping his head firmer to press him harder against her neck.

But suddenly, she pushed herself away from Marc, taking a few steps back to put some distance between the two and make it so that he could easily see her body in full. He was admittedly disappointed with her sudden departure, but upon seeing the seductive grin on her face, knew he was in for a treat.

Seeing that she had his full attention, the dark mage began to put on a show. She first started by loosening her obi, the results being instantaneous as the slit of her dress began to loosen from bottom to top, her bare, full breasts pushing out slightly, with the girl shifting her leg out and exposing her bare skin from her feet up to her thigh. Marc sucked his lips in at the sight, it didn't matter how many times he saw it, every time Ophelia showed him it, it was breath-taking, and she was more than ready to keep his breath still.

Moving her hand up to her opposite shoulder, the one where her kimono still covered, she grabbed a hold of it and sensually pulled the fabric over and down the joint, exposing her shoulder and more of her breasts like on the other side. Taking her other hand, she grabbed ahold of the edge of her kimono on the other side, and with both parts of her kimono in her grasp, she sensually and slowly pulled both pieces down, exposing more and more of her bare breasts as it became clear she hadn't bothered to wear any sort of bra, leaving her pale, flawless skin being shown to him in the combination of lights from the moon and festival through the shed's windows.

Eventually, though, Ophelia stopped, practically the entire part of her breasts' top exposed, with the kimono's edges just barely hiding the pink of her nipples, with the top part of her kimono's sleeves resting around her elbows. And with that, Ophelia let her hands fall down by her side, giving a tug at her obi to tighten it back up and keep her kimono in this state as she stuck a rather subdued pose, especially for her, jutting her hips to the side and tilting her head at him with a small smile.

Marc barely remembered to breathe through it all, eyes still wide as they took in her girlfriend's current state in its entirety. Eyes focusing from her top to bottom and back up repeatedly, not able to focus on one place for too long as each part of his girlfriend's body was just too attractive, though more often than not, his eyes did linger on her breasts more than anything else.

Ophelia couldn't hold back a giggle from his reaction any longer, bringing a hand up to her mouth to stifle it as she looked slightly away, her breasts jigging slightly and threatening to pop out fully from the action. It had Marc even more entranced than before, having him start to walk to her without even noticing it, but Ophelia noticed and extended her hand out to have him pause.

She gestured down his body, prompting Marc to glance down and realize just how large the bulge in his kimono had gotten, and glancing back up to her, she nodded a silent order, one that Marc wasn't hesitant to follow. The tactician immediately began to undo the belt keeping his kimono secured, tossing it aside and opening the fabric up to expose the beige, striped tank-top he pretty much always wore and some modest drawers that were being strained by his erection.

The blonde mage licked her lips hungrily at the sight while rubbing her thighs in anticipation, but that brief moment was all Marc needed to catch her off guard. Before she knew it, he was already in front of her, smashing his lips against hers for another kiss, much hungrier than the last.

Ophelia's eyes widened in surprise before filtering close as she quickly returned the kiss, wrapping her arms around his neck while pressing herself back up against him. But just as she was about to assume he'd wrapped his own arms around her, he surprised her once again by grabbing a hold of her hips with a firm grip and lifting her up. She detached her lips from his own with a surprised, yet approving gasp as she glanced down and saw for herself that her feet were no longer touching the ground, prompting her to tighten her hold around his neck and shoulder while also wrapping her limber legs around his waist to better keep herself secured.

She glanced around the room, wondering what exactly he was planning, was he gonna keep her like this, or was he gonna take her somewhere else? Would he settle her atop of somewhere to sit, or press herself against the wall? She didn't know, and she was dripping to find out.

She got her answer soon enough as Marc pushed her up against the same wall she had down to him earlier, his lips latching onto her exposed neck once again as Ophelia gasped and whined in pleasure, squirming against him while settling her fingers into his hair once again to encourage him. One of Marc's arms hooked below her butt to keep her lifted up, while the other grabbed a hold of her kimono's slit around her leg and pulled it further apart, exposing the other leg and giving better access up in between.

Ophelia gasped before moaning as she felt Marc's fingers press down against her entrance, pushing the fabric of her lacy black panties against it as he felt for himself just how wet they had become before slipping it to the side and exposing her glistening folds in full.

Ophelia bit her lips, gripping Marc in anticipation for what was to come as she heard him seemingly fumbling to open his drawer up for the fun to really begin. But soon enough, she could feel an unmistakable heat around her thighs along with something poking one. After adjusting his grip so that he held one of her asscheeks and hips, he lined himself up with some minor effort, a loud moan escaping both their lips as he thrust in.

Ophelia's pussy welcomed in her boyfriend's cock happily, squeezing around him lovingly as he stretched her out like many times before, her legs tightening their grip around his waist instinctually to keep him in while one of her hands started trailing around his upper back. A cascade of moans and pants fell from her mouth as he started to thrust in and out of her passage, keeping a brisk pace that held enough force to go in hard and deep.

Neither one of them were in the mood to start out slow. They wanted each other, and they didn't want to waste time on that.

"Ahh~ Ahha~" Ophelia moaned, eyes closed as she leaned her head back against the wall in bliss, her back rubbing against it while her breasts were pinned in place by Marc's chest as he continued to thrust in and out of her. Her voice raised in pitch every time he buried himself inside her as her legs jittered against his sides, her wavy curls bounced as she did along his cock as a small, wet slap of skin continued to rise in volume.

Marc meanwhile, attempted to continue his thrusts as best he could, her moans and the sight of her squirming and writhing against the wall spurring him on as his feet dug further against the wooden planks beneath him, Ophelia's juices practically leaking out and dripping onto the dry, dusty floor every time he thrust out. "Yes, gods more~" She muttered, voicing her thoughts for her beloved to hear as she further encouraged him.

And encourage Marc it did, as despite having barely been in this position for less than 4 minutes, he was already thinking of a way to switch things up. And then, something came to mind. Undoing the leg-grip she had around his waist (which was admittedly a bit hard with how tight it was), he had it so that he hooked his elbows under her knee-pits to keep her up while firmly gripping her ass.

The effects were instantaneous, as the new position made it easier for Marc to bury himself into Ophelia's passage, filling her up to the cry of her moans as her legs jolted and extended briefly up with every thrust. She tightened her grip around his head as she started to buck and grind her hips against his member, having to move up and down, side to side, whatever it took to feel him rub against every spec of her walls.

"Eghh~" Marc grunted, eyes narrowing in focus as he started to grit his teeth as he vigorously pounded away at his girlfriend's pussy with a passion. His hips were rocking back and forth to the ever-increasing sight of a blur as they smack and slammed against her own, his balls slapping against her ass while the wood of the shed started to creak from the force of their actions. Ophelia's moans started to fill the room like a song as she sang out her praises, her kimono bunching up and rustling far more than Marc's.

The blonde's skin started to glisten from sweat, droplets flying off with some thrusts while her blonde hair began to fray. Her breasts, pinned by Marc's chest to prevent them from flopping about, were stimulated by rubbing against it through the fabric of his shirt as they jiggled and the skin rippled from their movements. Her toes curled against her wooden sandals as her mouth was agape with pants and moans, "Marc~ Marc~" She uttered his name in an erotic melody, informing him she was close. It had Marc picking up his pace even more as he pounded her snatch with reckless abandonment, his girlfriend rattling in his arms as her head threatened to flail about while the soles of her feet constantly tapped and bounced against her beloved's back.

And with one final thrust, Marc slammed Ophelia down onto his length, burying himself inside of her with a loud clap of skin. Ophelia's eyes widened and her mouth went agape with a silent scream as he rubbed against far too many sensitive parts of her wall with his thrust, her arms shaking with the rest of her body following. Her deep gasp was quickly followed by Marc's grunt, singing a cry of ecstasy that echoed the shed. Her blissful chorus surely would've been heard outside had it not been for the hex.

"HHIiiiii~!"

Marc winced at how tightly Ophelia's walls clenched down on his shaft as she came, legs locking around his back tightly and keeping their sexes intertwined, not holding himself back as he also fired his seed deep into her folds, creating a slurry of mixed juices that seeped out from the gaps of their sexes as they held each other close. Their ragged breathing was indication of just how good the session felt, their minds slightly dazed from just having taken a trip to cloud 9 as they attempted to come back down. Their hair was frayed while their skin glistened from sweat, Ophelia's kimono a tad damp in places while Marc's black shirt absorbed most of his sweat.

The two said nothing as they continued to recover, foreheads tapped against the other as they could feel the other's breaths on their own. Eventually, it caused them to once again open their eyes to gaze hazily at each other, and with their lips so close, they each wished to lean forward for another kiss. But before they could do that, a voice cut in.

" Damn ~, that seemed pretty intense."

The couple's eyes briefly widened in surprise and fear as their heads snapped to the side towards the source of the voice, finding Morgan standing by the door, leaning against it with a smug look and grin as she crossed her arms under her bust.

"Morgan." Marc simply groaned, annoyed at his sister's timing while Ophelia rolled her eyes as she looked away. Most of the time, she didn't mind her friend's antics, and even joined in on plenty of them. But still, it could get irritating, especially when she had to do something like this for no good reason other than her own enjoyment.

The female tactician merely chuckled at their reactions, "Aww, don't look at me like that. You'll make me feel bad." She joked, pushing herself off the wall and walking towards the two, watching as Marc gently pulled out of his girlfriend's passage, having them both wince at the sudden sensation of him popping out and the flow of mixed juices threatening to seep out, " Hmm ~, not as much of your cum in there as I would assume bro, but I guess that's 'cause I wrung out more than a few batches earlier today," She joked.

Marc and Ophelia ignored Morgan as the former gently let the latter down, with the blonde leaning against her beloved for a bit of support from her admittedly shaky legs as she readjusted to being on the ground again, which shouldn't take that long. Looking towards his sister while still holding onto his girlfriend, Marc asked, "So how'd you find us? Last I saw you were still dancing. And I checked to make sure no one followed us when arriving at the shed."

Marc reminisced on looking around his surroundings before entering the shed, confirming that no one was looking towards it, only to have been grabbed by Ophelia and pulled in just as he was done. Morgan for her part shrug, "Oh I was," She agreed before further elaborating, "But Ophelia and I decided that this would be the place we'd jump your bones during the festival if need be, and when I saw you two leaving, it wasn't hard to figure out why. I decided to give you two sometime for your own private fun before joining."

Marc blinked at her, before turning to look at Ophelia for confirmation, who simply shrugged at him, not disputing Morgan's claim. Looking back towards his sister, Marc asked one more question, "And Lilina?"

"Still dancing," Morgan replied instantly, "I made sure to tell her of where she could find us if she wanted to join in before I left, but I'm not sure if she will though." She added with a small shrug, "She's usually been a bit hesitant to join our group sessions unless we either drag her into it or she was there first. She's always preferred more private time with you, after all. Nothing wrong with that of course. Plus well, not gonna lie, she can get scary when her flip is switched. -Er, switch is flipped."

Morgan's last words were something everyone present was in agreement of, Marc wasn't the only one who had trouble going against "Queen" Lilina's commands.

Deciding not to recall their friend's commanding persona, Morgan placed her hands on her hips and asked, "So what's the plan for fucking? Doesn't look like Ophelia needs rest so I can't get some one-on-one time like earlier, so how about we do something for all of us?" The female tactician tilted her head and closed her eyes as she tried to think of some options, "Could have both of us riding Marc, one sitting on his cock and the other his face, or Ophelia and I can lay atop of each other and Marc can fuck both our pussies at the same time, oh but nothing around here looks comfortable for that..."

Marc continued to look at his sister as she thought of some sort of solution, not bothering to join in as he knew nothing he could think of would match his sister, or even Ophelia for that matter. The blonde was also in a similar state of thought as she attempted to think of a solution, only "Ah!" To sing out from her mouth and catch the attention of the siblings as they looked at her.

With a clear grin on her face, she focused on Marc, "Dear, would you be so kind as to take a seat so that we may bless you under the stars?" She asked, gesturing to a small box that was low enough for Marc's feet to still firmly be planted on the ground should he sit atop it.

Looking at it and back to his girlfriend, who gave him an expecting look, Marc shrugged, doing as she said as he sat down on the box. He got comfortable as he watched Ophelia lean towards Morgan's ear and whisper her suggestion, his sister's face lighting up as a giggle left her lips, 'Simple, but still seems like fun,' Morgan thought as she and Ophelia both turned to face Marc with shared grins.

Walking together towards where he sat, the two spoke along the way, "So Lil' Bro, how's it feel to have two beautiful women ready to make you feel good?" She asked.

Marc grinned while leaning back, grabbing the edges of the box to keep himself up as he decided to meet Morgan's taunts head-on, "Not as good as three." He cheekily replied.

Morgan huffed at his response, not able to find a quick-witted comeback, though Ophelia was able to do that for her as she giggled at her friend's reaction before saying, "Perhaps that is true, beloved, but in any case, it still seems like both of us is enough to make you eager,"

She gestured towards his cock, which was pointing up straight at the two girls with clear anticipation based on how it pulsed and twitched.

Morgan, now seeing a chance to pick up her teasing, grinned, "Damn, looks like you're about to burst," She joked, crossing her arms once again as she added, "Maybe it's a good thing you don't have three girls at the moment, who knows what'll happen if Lilina was here as well."

Marc rolled his eyes, to which Morgan merely chuckled at his reaction, "Alright, fine, I'll stop with the stalling," She stated, turning to Ophelia, the two nodded.

Marc watched the two girls grab ahold of the lining of their kimono's, with Morgan's hands grabbing at the collar, while Ophelia's hands grabbed the edges that were still above and covering her nipples, somehow having stayed there during their fucking against the wall. And with a tug, they each pulled their respective kimonos down around their waist, exposing their large, round breasts in full. Morgan's pair jiggled more from having to tug down so much more of her kimono's lining than Ophelia's, as well as not putting on a show as she was more focused on getting down to the fun.

Marc's eyes widened at the sight of two sets of large, rich, and pale tits with perky pink nipples in his view. Both pairs were held slightly up by the obi underneath them as their kimonos were bunched around their waist and sleeves hung around their elbows. It gave them a sort of unique appearance that was a pleasant change from just being fully naked.

After giving the male a few more moments to take in the sights, the girls soon kneeled on either one of his sides, and without a single word leaving their lips, grabbed hold of their breasts and pushed them against either side of his cock.

Marc stifled a grunt as his cock was enveloped between the borders of two, soft pillowy seas, gripping the edge of the box tighter as Morgan and Ophelia pushed their breasts harder against one another to keep his cock firmly in place. They didn't give him a moment to adjust as they cupped both sides of their breasts and began to roll them up and down his length, creating a wave in their adjourned seas that drowned their shared lover in bliss and pleasure.

The two girls by his sides grinned at his reaction, spurring them on further as they rubbed and squeezed his cock between their breasts, giggling at the sensation of both their sensitive chests rubbing together, like their hard nipples grinding and flicking against one another. Not to mention Marc's pulsing cock warming them up in the middle. Even so, they were able to move together in a flawless harmony as they created a sensual rhythm that was no doubt leaving Marc squirming, something they had learned and practiced together many times.

Marc couldn't help but buck his hips up between their breasts, a small smack of skin being heard from his hips hitting the underside of their breasts, followed shortly by a pair of delighted giggles. It didn't matter how many times he experienced this, each time it felt like heaven. Despite the many similarities between Morgan's and Ophelia's boobs, he could still feel the subtle differences between them, like how his sister's were more doughy and malleable, creating a more balloonish shape that contrasted Ophelia's firmer pair that were almost perfectly spherical in design. He could also feel just a slight difference in intensity between them in spite of their identical pace, Ophelia seeming to hold back in her desires while Morgan was on the edge of hers.

"Ahh!" He gasped, feeling a soft pair of lips brush against his cock's head. Only for another pair of lips to leave a firm kiss against his slit.

" Ohh~ , someone seemed to like that," Morgan giggled as Ophelia's lips pulled away from her beloved's cock as the engorged head pulsed along with the rest of his member, sending a pleasant ripple against the girls' breasts. Looking at Ophelia, she asked, "Say Phili, should we draw this out, or go all in and really make use of that hex keeping our voices in?"

The blonde mused on the options, " Hmm~ , it has been a while since we've been able to properly indulge in his cock in a manner such as this," She stated, leaning towards the first option.

Morgan hummed with a bit of agreement, but also countered by adding, "Yeah, but not gonna lie, I'd rather not kneel on this floor too long, I can already feel my knees starting to get sore."

Ophelia nodded her head, also experiencing a bit of irritation against the middle joint of her legs, "A fair point my friend, ohhh ~, what a difficult choice," She said half-jokingly.

Morgan chuckled, "Yeah, even if my knees are sore, your boobies rubbing against my tiddies with Marc's hard cock in between feels really nice," She admitted in a voice that sounded almost bashful.

Ophelia giggled, "Once again, we are in agreement, my friend." She told her, before suggesting, "Perhaps just a few more moments of slow enjoyment before we bring Marc up to the stars?"

Morgan nodded, "Yep, just one more minute and then we'll get serious," Morgan agreed, Ophelia not saying anything about how she turned a few moments into a minute, with the two glancing up at their shared lover, who seemed to be lost in his own world as he leaned back and tilted his head up to the ceiling,

"Hear that Bro? Enjoy this while you can, 'cause you're about to take a ride that'll send you flying." Morgan called out, squeezing her breasts as well to make sure he was paying attention, which prompted a small grunt to leave his lips while his sister and girlfriend simply giggled at the reaction.

For the next minute, the two girls kept things at their current pace, a sensual tempo created by their rolling breasts as they squeezed and rubbed their mounds against Marc's cock, occasionally leaning forward and giving the engorged tip and kiss or lick, but never together, that would come later. Marc let out a few groans and grunts through it all, while Morgan and Ophelia let out some smaller, stiffened moans as well whenever he suddenly bucked his hips or their nipples rubbed against the other's a tad too hard.

Soon enough though, Morgan and Ophelia's eyes met, and with a shared nod, deciding it was now time to get serious. Marc gritted his teeth as he felt the two squeeze their breasts exceptionally harder than before, putting even more pressure around his member with their soft flesh. But most noticeable of all was how they changed their movements, as instead of moving together in the same direction, they now moved in opposite directions. If Morgan was moving her breasts up, Ophelia had her girls go down, their breasts wrapping around the entirety of his cock when they were on opposite ends, briefly joining together around his middle before switching levels.

Marc could feel his body tense, the heels of his feet digging back into the ground while he arched his back away and gripped the box even tighter, "Gods you two~" He moaned out in clear disbelief at how amazing they were. This encouraged them both for their next action as they leaned towards his tip and stuck both their tongues out towards it.

Marc let out a loud moan as he felt both their tongues assault his cockhead, slithering around the sensitive tip energetically before their lips came over as they planted a shared kiss while sucking away with wet, noisy slurps. Their soft, wet lips gave a different sort of pleasure to his cock different from their breasts, and with their tongues pressing and poking against it, it was the sudden break needed to finally drive Marc over the edge.

With another loud groan leaving his lips, he leaned further back and extended his arms against the box to lift his hips slightly up, thrusting his dick up against their breasts and kisses as he came. Ophelia and Morgan seemed slightly off guard by the sudden orgasm by how their eyes quickly widened, unable to prepare themselves as loads of Marc's cum shot out and spurted into both their mouths from their lip-lock over his slit.

The two had to pull their mouths apart before their cheeks bulged and their airways were potentially blocked off, allowing Marc's member to shoot up into the air before casting down into a rainfall their drenched both their bosoms in his cum, along with more than a few spurts to land on their hair and faces. They didn't complain though, in fact, they enjoyed the feeling of his spunk painting their skin, it was sort...relaxing. Plus it never failed to make him excited when he saw them covered in his cum, so there was that as well.

Though while Morgan seemed more than content to enjoy the rainfall of her brother's cum (even dropping her jaw to let a few drops fall onto her rolled out tongue and into her mouth), Ophelia seemed to have other plans. Even after continuing to cum for a bit, she knew he would still have some shots left, and rather potent ones at that if she just waited for the right moment to act.

Waiting just a bit more to let her beloved enjoy his climax a bit more while it subsided, she suddenly pushed Morgan a bit away and removed both their bosoms from his cock. Grasping it with her soft fingers, and with a firm grip, Ophelia started to furiously stroke it, causing Marc to sit right back up straight, not able to voice a protest at the sudden sensation as he was still too sensitive from his orgasm, groaning as his girlfriend's hand brought another batch of his thick cum shooting right out where Ophelia aimed, the target, Morgan's face.

"Huh?" Morgan breathed, confused by Ophelia's sudden action, just now able to open her eye from the layers of cum that rested over her face. However, it was too late, as just when she opened it, she saw a dash of white hit her face, prompting her to yelp as her entire face was painted and drenched in cum with a force much more potent than the raindrops she basked under just before. Her open mouth allowed waves of cum to fire into her mouth and fill it up with her brother's spunk.

The girl was stunned for just a moment, not yet fully realizing what was happening, before simply resigning to her fate and accepting it dutifully until Ophelia's hand couldn't squeeze out any more potent shots from her beloved. As the blonde went down to dutifully clean her boyfriend's cock to thank him for his service, Marc groaned tiredly from what was basically another orgasm right after the ones the two girls had brought him to.

To the side though, Morgan had begun to clean herself of her nephews and nieces, starting by gulping down what was in her mouth before wiping away at the glops that stuck to her face. And once her lips and one of her eyes were cleared, she asked, "What was that about?" Her question was clearly directed at Ophelia.

The girl had popped her lips off Marc's cock, leaving it with a thin coating of saliva from her cleanup and with very little cum on it, a clear grin on her face as she answered, "That's for interrupting us earlier," And with that, she went back to polish her boyfriend's cock to the sounds of his groans.

"You make it sound like a punishment," Morgan replied, before shrugging as she noisily cleaned off the rest of her brother's cum, making sure to scoop up the bits that had pooled around the valley of her breasts.

Her brother meanwhile, was still wheezing and panting from the experience, leaning back as his chest rose and fell against his now sweat-damp shirt. His grip on the box shook along with his arms as he was now afraid to let go after realizing just how tired they felt, most likely due to holding Ophelia earlier, plus all the dancing and activities they did at the festival didn't help, including his fun with Morgan earlier in the day.

He winced when he felt Ophelia's tongue swirl around his tip for one last quick polish before popping his shaft out of her mouth once again. Satisfied with her work, she went forward cleaning herself but not before glancing up at her beloved and flashing him a small wink when she caught him staring. Her fingers scooping up his cum sensually before plopping the globs onto her tongue and into her mouth to drink down happily.

Gods, just watching the two clean up from his cum was enough to make Marc hard again. Even if they weren't playing it up, they just had a way making their actions as attractive as possible. And he wondered what they would do next, knowing Morgan and Ophelia were no doubt thinking of countless options. But it would seem those options would have to be rethought, as a new addition made itself clear.

"Looks like you guys have already gotten into a rhythm, hm?"

The trio turned their heads towards the shed's entrance, finding Lilina gazing at them with a small smile, arms crossed as she did so.

"Hey Lilina!" Morgan greeted cheerfully, waving her arms at the girl while still drenched in her brother's cum, "Come to join us? I'll admit I'm a bit surprised you did." She admitted.

Lilina raised her brow at the girl's words, "Well you did tell me where you guys went, so I felt like I had no choice but to come. Though I feel like I have to scold you guys for how obvious your intentions were. It's not like this was the first time Ophelia's dragged Marc away, but you did the bare minimum in following them Morgan! You're lucky no one was paying much attention to you guys to notice!"

Marc and Ophelia blushed bashfully, with Marc even turning his head a bit away at Lilina's remarks of the blonde dragging her boyfriend away. Morgan, however, merely grinned, " Aww~ come on. Like you said, no one was paying much attention, so I didn't need to put that much effort to get away, unless you did? Is that why you're just showing up now?" Morgan asked.

Lilina let out a small huff, "Yes. Though now I'm wondering if it's going to cost me, 'cause it looks like you guys have already drained Marc a bit before I made it here." She answered, glancing at the said tactician who was still breathing pretty heavily, which she found strange considering she knew for a fact he had an impressive amount of stamina, "What did you two do to him? You all weren't even gone for that long, less so for Morgan."

" Weeellll~ , not much honestly. He was fucking and holding Ophelia up against the wall earlier when I came in so that might've drained him a bit. Then Ophelia and I doubled teamed him for a good'ol tit-fuck. But I doubt he wasn't at least a bit tired from all that dancing earlier." Morgan surmised, even adding in, "Plus, I had some fun with him earlier in the day, so that probably didn't help."

"Is that so?" Lilina replied, raising her brow once again before letting out a sigh.

"Sorry Lilina," Marc told her, feeling like he needed to apologize for her clear disappointment at not having arrived earlier when he was in better shape. Though he winced soon afterward from Ophelia's hand as the blonde continued to stroke his dick to keep the arousal he had satisfied.

The Princess didn't seem to believe that was necessary with how she responded, "No need Marc, I should've known something like this would happen." She admitted with an almost solemn tone.

"Hey, I told you where we were!" Morgan defended before licking up some more cum she had scooped off her tits.

However, Lilina just shot the girl a look that had her chuckle nervously and look away as Lilina said, "And I was just about to start another dance. It would've been rude to suddenly end it."

The princess sighed once again, "So let me get this straight, you two have already had some personal time with Marc today already, right?" She asked, wanting to make sure.

Ophelia and Morgan nodded, with Lilina gaining a small grin.

"Well in that case...I think it's only fair I get him to myself for a round, wouldn't you say?"

Marc, Morgan, and Ophelia blinked at Lilina a bit stunned, realization coming on their face as they realized what was coming based on that unmistakable undertone in her voice, as though she gave them an order rather than a question.

The queen was starting to awake.

Walking up to Marc with sultry steps and a sway to her hips, Lilina undid her obi, pulling it off her waist and letting it drop to the floor. She proceeded to pull her kimono apart, revealing the blue underwear and bra she had on underneath, along with exposing more of her creamy skin and tantalizing legs as her kimono slid down her arms before falling behind her, confidence radiating off her like heat from a fire spell.

Morgan couldn't help but laugh and cheer at her friend's action, "That's it Lilina! Strut your stuff!" She encouraged, only to be meant with a somewhat annoyed glance from the royal that had her once again chuckling nervously and shutting up.

Finally reaching in front of Marc, Lilina focused her sole attention on him, hands moving behind her back to undo her bra and expose her modest breasts, before rolling her panties down her legs to expose her glistening pussy. She bared it all, being the only one of the group to be completely naked, and with a confidence that came with it as no one else dared to get in the way of her path, letting her do as she wished lest they risk punishment.

"Lilina?" Marc called out, a bit unsure of what she had planned next. He was just about to stand up with her, only to be firmly pushed back down on the crate and almost on his back by her dainty hand.

She smirked at him, "Oh no Marc, you're gonna stay right there...I think it's time to sit on my throne." She said.

Morgan couldn't help but chuckle as she turned away, stifling it with her arm, "Gods...I'm starting to regret making that joke." She muttered, remembering how she first made the metaphor of the two and how Lilina had decided to roll with it whenever her crown was put on.

Lilina ignored her friend's whispers on her comment, instead continuing to focus on the object of her affection as she climbed atop of the crate and straddled him, knees atop of his opened kimono by his side to help give some padding against the wood. She planted a hand on his chest while her other held his cock and lined it up to her castle's gate. Lowering herself down, the girl couldn't help but wince as his tip popped in, Marc not able to help it as well as her narrow halls hugged him tightly, prompting him to place his hands on her round hips as she guided herself down.

Upon reaching more than halfway down, Lilina let go of his cock and planted both hands down on his chest, letting out a thick moan as she closed her eyes to adjust to the blissful sensation, a small bit of drool threatening to leave the corner of her small, open grin. After just a few moments to get used to the sensation, Lilina was already starting to rock both their worlds, and the crate they laid atop of, as she started to move her hips up and down.

Her movements were small. Not anything fast, but they weren't slow either. Just enough to get them both started. She threw in a few hip rolls as well as thrusting her hips back and forth to help his girth rub better against the sides of her walls. Her eyes were closed as she did so, but her movements were precise, her hair and breasts swaying slightly with her actions as her body flowed naturally, her flat stomach flexing for Marc's gaze as he gladly took in the sight. He still held onto the girl's hips for support but did nothing else but guide her as little as he could, knowing it was best to do so until he was given the order to put in some effort.

A bit away from them, Morgan and Ophelia still kneeled on the ground, watching as the princess's movements started to pick up a bit of steam, small moans and pants leaving her lips but otherwise still modest and contained. Truthfully it was rare for either Morgan or Ophelia to hold back and go as slow as Lilina liked to at first, watching as she steadily but surely took in more of his fat cock into her small pussy with each descent. But hey, different strokes for different folks was what they believed. And plus, they believed adding some variety helped to differentiate them better, and no doubt helped show off their own charms for Marc as well.

Though then again, Marc and Lilina seemed to be focused on just each other, almost seeming to forget the other two girls' existence.

Something Morgan made apparent as she leaned over to her brother's girlfriend and asked, " Sooo~ ...are we just gonna watch? Cause well, sure that can be hot, but also...I'm still horny."

Ophelia chuckled, continuing to gaze on at the sight of her boyfriend being ridden by another girl with a small grin, "Correct you are my friend. But since I have already been tended to by my lover, perhaps as a Chosen Heroine, I can help you in your time of need?" She replied, turning to Morgan with a sultry look that seemed to hide something else underneath.

"Phi- MMHHMM! " Morgan didn't have a chance to even finish her nickname as the blonde seized her lips, pushing her tongue into the tactician's mouth and pressing against her own. Morgan couldn't help but moan at the sudden sensation, not having expected some girl-time for the two of them, though by the way her eyes fluttered shut and her hands wrapped around the blonde's form showed she wasn't complaining.

However, as the sister leaned back into a nearby stack of grates, her eyes flew open and her mouth detached from Ophelia's with a loud moan as the mage's long fingers found their way into her snatch, wiggling inside with precision that left her quivering, "Ophelia?"

The blonde merely chuckled, "Oh, worry not Morgan, for I'm just returning the favor of your little interruption earlier, you didn't think that little facial was all I had in mind, did you?" She asked.

Morgan's face went pale as she realized what was about to happen, wanting to say something in her defense to escape the punishment that was about to come, only let out a small yelp when Ophelia's thumb and index fingers pinched her puffed up clit.

As the dark mage began to issue punishment to the devious tactician, a princess and her "throne" continued their fun. "Huh~ Huh~" Lilina panted at a modest volume under her breath, eyes still closed to focus her movements which had evolved to bounces. Her descents were not reaching far enough down to take in the entirety of Marc's length, but she was coming closer with each passing bounce. She still held a fair bit of grace with her actions, her hips having a small sway back and forth to help him better rub her walls as she continued to bounce along his cock. Her stomach flexed for his eyes as he watched her remove a hand from his chest and bring it up to her somewhat frayed hair, running her fingers back and down the blue strands as she tilted her head back slightly, presenting her handful mounds for his view.

Marc couldn't help but finally start to get a bit more into their movements, giving a small thrust up to meet her descent as he forced her to take his entire length as their hips slapped together, a cry escaping her lips, her body briefly tensing up but soon enough continuing to bounce atop his shaft again. Seeing the positive reaction, Marc continued to move his hips in tandem with her, nothing too drastic, and most of the control still laid with the "Queen", but he acted dutifully, helping her to keep her pace with his grip on her hips, as well as helping to increase both their pleasures by thrusting up into her narrow walls and poking against her royal chambers.

Lilina's hand soon started to scratch his chest, her nails sliding against the same parts again and again as she opened and closed her palms repeatedly. Understanding she was telling him she was a bit needier, Marc thought on how to best please her, and after some deliberation, came up with a solution.

Repositioning his hands, he slid them back from her hips to down her rear, grabbing a hold of her perky butt. He also began to sit up, his head leveling with hers before he leaned their lips closer. A small moan escaped her lips and into his own, she wrapped her arm around his neck and pulled him closer against her, pressing her chest against her own as she once again shifted her bounces for more sensual hip rolls as she had at the start. But unlike before, she had much more of his cock inside of her, making it even more pleasurable for the both of them as they made out.

"Touch me~" She conveyed to him without even saying a word, an order Marc was happy to follow as his hands slid up and down from her rear, one caressing her tantalizing legs while the other drew circles against her back, her lips leaving his own as she let out small pants and moans of approval. One hand was planted on his shoulder to help steady her pace and movements as she continued to ride his cock, while her other arm continued to wrap around his neck, bringing in his head into the crook of her neck as he laid the bare skin with a series of kisses.

"Are you enjoying this, my Queen ?" Marc whispered into her ear a bit teasingly.

His words made Lilina chuckle, "Greatly," She whispered back, mirroring his tone before letting out a small "Fuck~" at how much he was stretching her out.

Marc couldn't help but give a small laugh, "Now that doesn't sound like language befitting a Queen," He joked, believing he could get away with it as it seemed she wasn't full in on her royal persona and thus, the risk of punishment was greatly reduced.

"Ah shut up," She replied, a tad annoyed but still smiling, playfully hitting his chest as they continued their dance of loins.

Stifling a chuckle, Marc continued to explore her skin as she previously ordered, though looking over his shoulder, he couldn't help but notice his girlfriend and sister having their own fun. Or rather, Ophelia seemed to be while his sister seemed like she was squirming to get away but couldn't. The blonde was sucking one of Morgan's tits, her hand groping at the other one while her other hand was between the tactician's open legs, fingering at her sopping twat mercilessly. Morgan was leaning against a stack of crates behind her, head tilted back as she let out moans and whines of pleasure that were seemingly overwhelming her, unable to think clearly enough to get away as she was forced to endure it all.

"Seems like Ophelia's getting back at Morgan for earlier," He commented, drawing Lilina's attention as she twisted herself slightly to gaze at what Marc was talking about.

"Huh?" She merely stated before asking, "What'd she do this time?"

"Interrupted Ophelia and I before we had an after-sex kiss," Marc answered, the two continuing to fuck at a steady pace while speaking to one another as they watched the other girls a bit away. "Morgan seems to be in a mood for interruptions today, she was the reason your father interrupted us earlier while dancing."

He didn't see it, but Lilina's face morphed into one of mild surprise as she recalled the admittedly heart-pounding moment of what could've been public infidelity, calming down as she said, "Oh really…?"

Marc nodded, "Yeah, said it was to give us both a good scare to prevent that from happening again, which I mean, kinda makes sense but well, I think we can both agree that was cutting it a bit close."

Lilina didn't respond, merely continuing to look at Ophelia and Morgan, eyes narrowing in focus on the latter as she squirmed and whined as the blonde continued to assault her with pleasure.

"Hey Marc," She called out to him, still looking away.

Ceasing the movements of his hands, he gazed up at her with a curious look as he replied, "Yeah?"

"Don't you think we should get some payback of our own?" She asked, facing him once again with an unmistakable undertone in her voice as the crown was slowly but surely slipping back on. Marc's only response was to nod as she grinned and leaned her lips down to his ear, whispering her plan that had Marc's dick twitching in her castle's halls.

Morgan was openly moaning and whining, breathing hoarse as she was quickly succumbing to Ophelia's attack, having already cum once due to her pumping fingers as they threatened to coax out another orgasm from her, only for it all to suddenly cease. "Huh?" She was confused (and a bit disappointed) at the sudden stop, finally opening her eyes back up, she saw Ophelia turning her head away from her and gazing at Marc and Lilina, with the princess gazing back at the two with a small grin.

"Ophelia, bring Morgan over here." The bluenette simply ordered, Morgan too much in a daze to respond as Ophelia lifted her up, having the shorter girl lean on her as the tactician limped towards them confused, unable to hear what the princess told the dark-mage as she continued to ride her brother like he was her throne. In any case, after telling Ophelia whatever it was, Lilina gave Marc one last kiss before having him lay back down on the crate, straightening out over the surface with his kimono and shirt serving as padding against the wood. After that, Morgan soon found herself being shifted atop the crate opposite to Lilina, facing her while she sat atop her brother's face, large ass practically engulfing it from view as she could feel her lower lips press down against his upper ones.

Shivering at the sensation, she leaned forward towards Lilina, to which the princess held the girl's arm, a clear grin on her face as Morgan was shivering and moaning lightly when Marc's tongue slipped into her folds and started to lick up her previous orgasm.

"So, Morgan, Marc told me something very interesting just now." Lilina spoke,a calm, almost soft voice for her words that still carried an air of authority as she added, "He says you were the one who sent my father on us while we were dancing, is that true?"

"Huh?" Morgan spoke, a bit confused as she wasn't sure she heard the bluenette right, cracking an eye open towards her as she was starting to lightly squirm atop of her brother's face as he ate her out.

Lilina continued to give Morgan a small smile, caressing her arm gently as she spoke, "Were you the reason my Father interrupted me and Marc's dance?" Lilina asked again.

Morgan's eyes widened as her mind became clear, realizing what was happening, she became fearful, stuttering as she tried to reply, "It-...It wasn't what you thin- Ahh !" She was interrupted when Lilina pinched her nipples, prompting Morgan to give a yelpish-moan.

"Did you or did you not, Morgan?" Lilina asked sternly, her voice still calm but no longer as gentle as her smile, which was starting to appear scary as she desired a straight-forward answer from the girl in front of her.

Morgan whined, "Yes!" She squeaked, knowing the truth was her only chance of salvation from this Queen.

Lilina's smile softened once again as she continued to slowly and sensually roll her hips atop Marc's cock, continuing to give it and herself some attention while focusing on Morgan, "See, was that so hard?" She said, only to then add, "But then again, this isn't the first time you tried to pull something today, isn't it? So I believe some punishment is in order, yes?"

"Ekk!" Morgan squeaked, finding herself attempting to get off her brother's face and run away to save herself, lest she return to a state similar, perhaps worse, than she had with Ophelia. However, she was kept in place by her brother's arms, his hands letting go of Lilina's hips as his limbers wrapped around the joints that connected her legs to her hips, locking his elbows around it while his hands wrapped around her lower back and over her bunched up kimono, pushing her ass back down towards him as he continued to eat her out.

"Uh~ Uh~ Uh~" Lilina scolded, wagging a finger at Morgan as the girl attempted to squirm out of her brother's grip, finding herself losing more strength to do so with each passing moment. Any chances for escape were lost when Lilina's fingers trailed down the tactician's stomach and found themselves inserted into her folds, joining Marc's tongue as they each wiggled around against her walls and became coated in her previous orgasm.

"There are consequences for your actions Morgan, so just be a good girl and accept them," Lilina told her as she rolled her fingers in the girls twat as the tactician squirmed against it all, one arm weakly attempting to push Lilina away while the other was held up to her mouth as she bit into for some form of support.

"Ehhnn~" Morgan whined as Lilina removed her thin fingers from her pussy, her digits now coated in Morgan's juices and some spit from Marc's tongue whenever they brushed against one another. Glancing down at her fingers, Lilina held the sticky and slick limbs together and slid them against one another, finding herself satisfied by how easily they passed by one another. And so with that, she went onto her true target.

Bringing her hand around to the tactician's rear, Lilina tapped the side of her hand against Marc's own, sending him a signal that he understood. Sliding his hands down to grab a hold of his sister's fat cheeks, he pulled them apart, exposing part of his forehead from underneath her ass. Once that was done, Lilina trailed her fingers slowly and sensually across Morgan's asscheeks, before having it swirl around her pucker hole.

"Hhmm!?" Morgan whined, eyes widening as she realized what was about to happen, a final, pleading look being shot to Lilina. However, the plea was ignored as Lilina merely grinned back before inserting two of her fingers inside the girl's ass. Morgan's eyes clenched shut as a loud, harsh moan was muffled against her hand as she bit into it.

As Morgan was being forced to endure a fingering to her ass she was by no means prepared for, she also had to deal with her brother's tongues slithering around in her pussy, brushing against her walls and puffed up clit. Not to mention Lilina's other hand had now started to grope at her large breast, her hand being engulfed in its size, something that seemed to only spur the princess on as she pinched the tactician's perky nipples while continuing to ride her brother's cock.

Morgan's head was swirling a daze at it all, finding herself unable to hold back another orgasm as she tensed up and came all over her brother's face with a cry. But that didn't stop their assault, no. In fact, it made it worse. Their actions now felt even more overwhelming than before with how sensitive her post-orgasmic body was without being given a break. Morgan's tongue still thrusted in her pussy to scope up her juices, Lilina's hand groping at her tits, while her fingers rolled around in her clenched ass, the slick coating of her previous orgasm along with their thin size helping to move easily within.

Morgan was on the verge of tears from just how much it was for her, eye lidded up but clearly dazed and unfocused as her head rattled along with their motions, her arms dangling by her sides as she barely had the strength or focus to move them or even grab onto something, she was practically becoming putty in their hands.

Only for another set of hands to join them, as Ophelia finally decided to get in on the team assault against Morgan after having been watching from the side in amusement. She came up from behind Morgan, pressing her own breasts against the girl's upper back and neck while leaning over the crate they were on, standing near it rather than perched atop like everyone else. Her arms snaked around Morgan's sides, wrapping around her arms as one hand went up to grab ahold of the other breasts Lilina wasn't fondling, leaving the other to play with the tactician's folds. Her fingers brushed over the glint and teased her entrance while Marc's tongue continued to thrust inside.

"Hehe~ Huh~ Ngh~" Morgan was becoming a mess, trapped between the three of them as they played with her however they wished, each and every one of her senses becoming overwhelmed as she could do nothing but let it all happen. Honestly, not the worst thing that could happen to her that night.

However, as they continued to play with the female tactician, the princess who had ordered it all was now starting to feel her own needs start to take precedence. Her pussy no longer being satisfied with the rolls against Marc's cock even if it was all inside, aching for it to give her the release she craved. But as much as she wanted to, Lilina didn't feel as though she could just cut Morgan's punishment abruptly as she continued to fondle her breast and finger her ass. However, upon glancing up and gazing past the female tactician's shoulder, her eyes met with the blonde behind her.

A silent conversation was exchanged, and an agreement made as they nodded their heads at the other.

Morgan couldn't help but let out a whine as she felt Lilina and Ophelia pull their fingers out of her ass and snatch respectively, having gotten used to the sensation and now felt a bit hollow without them amidst the storm of their assault. Only to regain one of them as Ophelia slid her now slicked fingers around to her puckered hole, pushing them in tandem to the sound of her moan. Ophelia's fingers were a tad thicker and longer than Lilina's own, helping to add to the sensation as she rolled her knuckle around.

Ophelia wasn't done though. Sliding her hands up from Morgan's breast, she cupped the girl's chin and had it turn back to her, the tactician's eyes finally having a moment of clarity to gaze at what the blonde was planning, only to flutter back close in a daze as her lips were captured by the dark mage's own, locking them in a passionate kiss and an assault of her tongue. Ophelia tried to make up for the loss of sensation that was felt by Lilina's departure as the princess even let go Morgan's tit, only for Ophelia's hand to trail back down from the messy-haired girl's chin. She groped at her breasts once again with meticulous gropes and pinches of her nubs to stimulate her more.

Seeing that Ophelia had Morgan's punishment covered, Lilina was free to focus on her one pleasure, straighten up her back as she finally started to earnestly move her hips up and down once again, bouncing along Marc's cock with a steady stream of moans. She could feel the slow but noticeable build-up that occurred, with her leisurely pace starting to reach its pay off. Her hands went to her rear, pulling her ass-cheeks up and spreading them apart as she had her eyes closed in concentrated bliss, fearing the intruder to her castle continuing to thrust past her gate, through her walls, and poke at the entrance of her royal chambers.

She bit her lips as they grinned, no longer giving any sort of sways or rolls to her hips as she focused on just moving up and down Marc's shaft as quickly as she could. Her knees opened and closed with her movements, with padding of his kimono doing little to nullify the aches they were accumulating with how rough she was as they rubbed over the wood. But she could care less when she felt so good, her walls clenched down tightly around his cock to increase both their pleasures. Her breath became short with small moans and whines, her modest breasts jiggling while her supple thighs smacked down against Marc's own.

"Ahh~" Lilina couldn't help but let out a small moan as she felt Marc's hand suddenly land atop of her hip and grip it. It didn't do much, just a light push and pull to help her move against his cock, but his touch alone helped to boost her movements and spur her on. Letting go of her ass, she leaned slightly forward, planting her hands down on his chest as she used it to steady her movements, arching her stomach forward to create a curve in her hips as she bounced up and down his member at an even faster pace than before, wet smacks of skin now ringing out in the room, just barely being drowned out by Morgan's muffled moans.

Marc couldn't help but grip his sister's ass harder, fingers seeping into the flesh as he let out a groan into her snatch, the vibrations he made inside having her shudder atop of him as he felt her ass rub against his face and her thighs pressing against the sides of his head. The hand he had gripping Lilina's hip tightened as she moved atop of his cock with wild abandonment, her pussy becoming extremely tight as Marc could tell she was close, her nails scraping over his chest and no doubt leaving a few scratches as she tightened her grip there as well. Their current position made it hard for him to move his hips as they were forced down against the crate with each of her drops, his legs dangling over it as well. But still, he tried to help, though he wondered if Lilina noticed considering how fiercely she was riding him.

The sensations were eventually becoming too much for them, with Lilina being the first to succumb as Marc's cock brushed against her puffed up clit, helping to spur her over the edge as her royal chambers burst open with a flood as she declared her orgasm with a cry. Her walls clamped down on his cock tighter than ever before as to make sure he couldn't pull out while cumming all over him.

Her orgasm helped to trigger Marc's own, a grunt being heard as he thrust up one final time before her walls kept his dick where it was, completely inside of her as he shot out rope after rope to the Queen, offering an heir that would by no fault of any of them, be unattainable. But not unappreciated as Lilina let out a low, but delighted coo as she felt filled up with his seed. Her small pussy was unable to contain his enormous loads along with how tight it had become while also already filled with his cock, their orgasms mixing together before dripping between the gaps of their sexes and atop Marc's lap, staining it with their sin.

Morgan meanwhile, was pushed over the edge once again, another orgasm racking her body as she added another layer of cum to spray over her brother's face. How many she's had since her punishment started she did not know. But at the very least, it seemed she would have a break with the next one as Ophelia ceased her movements, the girl leaning back against her as she went limp in her arms, twitching periodically in a post-orgasmic daze with barely a moan leaving her lips. Ophelia pulled her fingers out of Morgan's ass, arm wrapping around her to keep her secure.

The group took a bit to recover from their shared sessions, with Ophelia being the only one left out of an orgasm. But she seemingly didn't mind as she gently pulled Morgan off her brother's face, helping him breathe much more easily than before. His chest rose and fell greatly with deep breaths, as he was barely able to flash his girlfriend a thankful look before closing his eyes once again as he focused on his recovery, briefly using his arm to wipe off his cum soaked face.

Lilina for her part, was breathing heavily atop of him, eyes closed as she focused on keeping herself propped up over him with her hands planted on his chest. Her body was a bit tense and shuddering whenever her walls spasmed against his buried cock. Eventually, though, she couldn't keep herself up, and carefully brought herself down so that she was lying atop of Marc as they both panted against one another, their breath tickling the other's ears.

"Mhhmmm~" Lilina hummed lowly when she felt Marc wrap her arms around her, prompting her to snuggle up against him to get a bit comfortable as they both came down from their post-orgasmic daze, Their bodies were a bit too sensitive as they tried to focus on one another to help. Their loins were still connected as his dick softened a bit while her walls loosened up as well, still a tight fit for both of them, but one that wasn't as overwhelming as before as they began to relax.

"You know... not gonna lie, I'm surprised I didn't suffocate during all that," Marc joked with a low tone, saving his breath as Lilina was the only one who could hear.

She chuckled a tad bashfully, "Sorry about that, guess I got a bit carried away as usual," The princess apologized, having stepped down from a Queen as her voice was similarly soft and low to keep her breathing steady, a small look of concern coming on her face as she then asked, "I'm not making it harder for you to breathe by being atop of you like this, am I?"

Marc shook his head, "Don't worry, I'm fine, in fact, it feels nice holding you like this. Though I'd wish it was on something softer," He told her a bit jokingly.

Something that got another small chuckle from her, "Smooth," She simply replied, giving him a small peck on his cheek as well. She snuggled up a bit more against him before suggesting, "Speaking of something more comfortable, I think it's about time we move this to one of our rooms. Y'know, before we get too tired or dirty to move now or risk waiting till the middle of the night."

Marc hummed in agreement, "Hmm, yeah, that's not a bad idea, but..." He tilted his head back and turned it to the side, looking at the side of the crate the two were atop of and seeing Ophelia and Morgan resting against it as they sat down on the ground, the female tactician leaning against the dark-mage as she looked completely out of it and out of commission for a bit.

Seeing this, Lilina's face became a mixture of concern and embarrassment over what she may have done, "Uhh...Ophelia? Morgan's ok, right?"

The blonde turned back to look at them, "We're gonna have to carry her back," She told them simply with a small smile, stroking her fingers through the girl's messy hair and adding, "But before we depart, I believe it would be wise to take a bit more time to rest,"

Marc and Lilina nodded in agreement, rest sounded good, in truth each of their bodies were already a bit worn out. Not just from their sessions, but from the festival's activities as well. And when they made it back to the castle, it was very possible they may elect to just plop down on one of their beds to sleep for the night rather than continue where they left off.

Though then again, none of them were against continuing their fun, they just needed to wait and see. So for now, they rested, Marc and Lilina cuddling against one another atop of the crate with their loins still joined but leaking their mixed juices out. Ophelia softly stroked Morgan's arms to soothe her, deciding to pity the girl after the overstimulation she had just received as the female tactician seemed limp yet relaxed against her.

So in a somewhat dusty shed that now reeked of sex, they recovered in preparation for heading to the castle later in the night. A night that had proven to be rather enjoyable for them all.

But for one other person, it was a night she would never forget, and one that would lead to a great change in her life in the future as she briskly walked away from the shed she had investigated and back towards the festival, face red and eyes wide at what she saw inside. Things that left her mind whirling with so many questions, and yet, she couldn't deny what she felt as her thighs rubbed together underneath her kimono as well.

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Author's Note: Welp, this chapter became much longer than I expected. Originally thought I could clock this in around 15, maybe 20k words. But once the opening with Morgan(sex scene included) was 6k, I knew this was gonna be a chunky chapter, and it ended up being the largest chapter in this story so far. Still pretty enjoyable to write though.

Also, who was it that peaked inside of the shed at the end? I wonder who it could be? Aww who am i kidding, pretty obvious who, or maybe it isn't? But in any case, need to rethink how I'm gonna do the next few chapters, as my original plan isn't gonna cut it based on some recent decision.

Till then, hope you all enjoyed this one! Don't be afraid to leave your thoughts on it!