Truth be told, it had been less awkward than Surtr had initially feared. Laegjarn had, admittedly, shot him a look when he introduced Elincia as his new bride to his daughters, and the former Mad King of Muspell felt a sense of pride in his chest at how her glower had, albeit temporarily, unnerved him. True, his natural strength was beyond her, but that was no slight against his eldest, for his might was greater than all but a very small group of Heroes within the order.
And yet, he knew that she had trained herself extensively to make up for the relative lack of power, and had grown into a fine young woman with a keen mind for tactics and strategy. May the gods preserve the man who caught her eye, as Laegjarn reminded him of a… a shark, yes. Granted, a very friendly and beautiful shark, but a shark nonetheless.
The Crown Princess had moved to confront him on her lonesome, but Elincia had calmly, quietly, and swiftly stolen between the two. With a smile that he could feel even if he could not see it, she cocked her head and told Laegjarn to "sit down , if you know what's best for you." It took everything he had to strangle the savage grin his pride demanded he let loose, when all the color fled the face of his daughter, but he did not want to give the emerald-haired monarch reason to set such a terrifying expression on him.
Many of his fallen foes would laugh themselves sick if they knew that he, Surtr of Muspell, was wary of kindling the wrath of a woman a good deal shorter and smaller than he, but the Queen of Crimea was beyond the pale. Nifl's new king, Hrid, had been the first real fight he had in ages when he had attempted to slay him, but it was one that did not truly push the ruler of flame.
Had his new bride been the one to face him that day? He was many things, a former conquering king, a slave to the madness inspired by Muspel, and a surprisingly adept statesman, but he was not foolish. Only the resurrection offered by the Rite of Flame would have saved his life. Admittedly, that was due to the fact that wherever she went, that blue-haired warrior was not far behind.
A pleased rumble reverberated in his chest, and Surtr wondered when he would next be able to arrange a spar with Ike, but the commander of the finest mercenary company he had ever seen was a busy man. It took some doing to help that overworked summoner of theirs from pulling all his hair out, after all.
His eyes… well, eye narrowed as a familiar heat seared the air around him, and with a groan he rose to his feet and willed the flames to disperse before they could even truly begin to form. "Are you here to challenge me again? We've done this before, six times to be exact, and it's not once worked in your favor." his deep, deadpan tone carried across the hall to his counterpart, the one who he… pitied, if he had to be honest.
"... no. Not now at least. Our next duel isn't scheduled til two days from now anyway." … did he just… the pirate king made a show of digging the wax from his ears and looked at his old self, who returned his surprised stare with one utterly devoid of emotion. "Have you already forgotten? I have been bested by that woman, she commands me now. And her commands are for me to, and I quote, 'behave or I will strip you of your flame and freeze everything but your head, and make you entertain Peri for an hour.' Given that as a threat hanging over my head…"
Both men shuddered at once, and mutually agreed without saying a word to forget such a cursed scenario and pretend it had never been mentioned. "No, I've come to you with a… different proposal. A way for us to compete without burning the training grounds to cinders. One that I think you will be quite interested in…"
The pirate stroked his beard as he mulled the offer over, before he shrugged and strode forward. Bah, if it turns out to be some treachery of sorts… well, he has scoped out a few Heroes who would make excellent use of that defensive skill the wielder of Sinmara boasted...
Deeper inside the castle, Elincia Ridell Crimea, had… found herself oddly nostalgic and wondered if this was how the rest of her life was going to go. It had been twice now that she had become Queen of a nation despite never having thought it possible. It had been a long time, a little over a year to be precise, since that whirlwind beach encounter with Surtr, and despite how the Pirate King had appeared to be at the time… he had proven himself to be a model husband and ruler.
And, as she found out nine months later, a good father to boot. They had agreed to name their daughter after her late, dearly beloved aunt, and eyes of amber-gold watched Ada with warmth that could melt the frost that laid at the heart of Nifl. Tufts of orange hair decorated her tiny head, which had been a little bit of a shock at first. Then again… under the right light, the new mother had sworn that bits of green could be seen as well.
"Elincia? Hello? I understand your child is, well to be honest she's so adorable it's actually unfair, but we're kiiiinda in the middle of a discussion here?"
Hilda had not yet snapped her fingers in front of Elincia's eyes, but it was a near thing. The noble from Fodlan had gotten along surprisingly well with the ruler of Crimea, and had all but begged to be allowed to watch her daughter whenever she had needed to take a few moments to herself. With a light blush to her cheeks, the sleeping infant was gently returned to her crib, and kissed softly on her forehead before the young monarch stepped back out into the spacious room.
"Well? She's still asleep, right?" Pink twintails bobbed as Hilda moved to her right and allowed Elincia space to resume her position at the table. Several other women had gathered in the chamber just outside Ada's nursery, and shared amused grins when the tinge of pink on her face turned into a more readily-visible shade of red. "Oh get off her case, it's not like there's anyone here who hasn't had to step away for a few minutes for something less important in the past."
Ninian, ice dragon of Elibe and wife of Eliwood, glanced in the direction of Askr's newest mother with an understanding look on her face. She knew what it was like to check on an infant whenever the urge grew to be too much, and one just had to step away for a moment. After all, the red-eyed dancer had been much the same with her two children. "I take it Ada is still sleeping well then?"
After she took a second to take a breath and will the blush off of her face, Elincia nodded and peered over the map spread out on the table before the gathered women. "So… the plan to scout this outrealm is still in play, I take it?"
While Nathan normally sent a full team or two of Heroes to investigate a new outrealm before committing any kind of legitimate force, the young man had been distracted as of late. Planning one's own wedding to Princess Eir had a way of doing that, and it was a quick, silent, unanimous decision to simply… let the happy couple be.
"... yes. We're going to send several Heroes disguised as merchants, tradesmen, dancers, healers… and a couple other things in to check it out and get a feel for the land. Elincia, Ninian, and Lene… you three will be going in as dancers. Lene, you've got the most experience as far as dancing is concerned, so I expect you to keep an eye out for Elincia, ok? No offense Your Highness, but you're still rather new to it next to your companions."
Sigrun, commander of Begnion's Holy Guard, explained their plan in more detail as the meeting went on, and stifled a giggle when Hilda loudly complained about her lot as a "guard" for the "merchants", while the rest of the table was not able to suppress their mirth. Just as the meeting started to die down, the Queen of Crimea furrowed her brow, and leaned back to get a better angle of the map…
SMACK
Only to blush a deep red as the large, powerful hand of her dear husband impacted her shapely posterior. The dressing gown she had worn could not conceal just how blessed the monarch was when it came to her curves, and when the King of Muspell walked by… he could not help himself. The odd thing though… was that she did not see him when she whirled around a moment later, intent on chastising him a little for doing such a thing outside of their bedroom… but found nothing behind her.
"... Surtr?" she called out, confused and questioning several things right now, and when Hilda caught her attention, a gasp escaped her lips and her cheeks darkened to a furious crimson . Her outfit… had just burned away without leaving so much as a blemish on her skin. Elincia was left naked as the day she was born in front of the entire table, and her embarrassment turned to indignation in very short order.
" SURTR!" she bellowed, and her fury cowed her friends into silence as she stalked around the table with murder in her eyes. Only the knowledge that her daughter was fast asleep in her crib kept the door from being slammed as she passed through it, but it was a very near thing. Ada needing her father as she grew also helped her rage become a tempered thing, but no less dangerous for it. If anything…
It only made it more intense. A focused anger is much more deadly than an uncontrolled rampage, after all. Her eyes scanned the hall and saw a brief glimpse of orange hair around the corner, and as she stomped forward with various oaths muttered under her breath, the royal wondered just how best she could get back at her "dear husband"...
" Moooooooooore! "
Such thoughts had faded from Elincia's mind, burned away by the heat of the massive, throbbing cocks pounding both of her holes without restraint. The Pirate of the Red Sky grunted and groaned as he hilted himself inside her ass and loosed another torrent of white-hot cum, and the Ruler of Flame snarled as her womb was flooded yet again with his seed.
How it had come to this… was beyond her. The only thing that was present in her cock-drunk excuse of a mind was a desire for both of the powerfully-built, impossibly-hung men to keep fucking her stupid.
Luckily, neither one of them planned on doing anything but. Without a word they pulled themselves free of her body, and moved around so smoothly that Elincia could not begin to keep track of who went where. Her husband… she thought it was him at least, surged forward and claimed her mouth, his pace quick and brutal as he hammered away into her throat.
The other gripped her wide hips tight as he pounded her stuffed pussy, cum and juices leaking down her thighs in equal measure. Had it not been for the strength of his grip, the Queen of Crimea would surely have fallen by now, but it was child's play to keep her on her feet. So easy, in fact, that the Tyrant of Muspell groped, kneaded, and smacked her ass as he pleased with his free hand.
"I must say, you had a phenomenal idea hiding away in that brain of yours!" The Pirate gasped, gritting his teeth as she took him deeper into her throat and that skilled tongue of hers mapped every last inch of his immense, heated cock. The warmth of her mouth was only increased by his member's presence, and it made it feel so much better for him.
"You sound… surprised! Gods, now I know why you took her as your bride!" Roared the Tyrant, the sensation of her walls around his dick unlike any he'd experienced before. How such a small, dainty woman like her could have such a vice-like grip on his enormous endowment was beyond him, but it was not like he would complain, after all.
Another orgasm burned through her body, the heat of Muspell somehow tuned and refined into a haze that made everything feel so much… more , than it otherwise would have. The last time she had faced a sudden onslaught by Surtr, it had been something she could endure, albeit just barely so. Now? With two of them combined, and knowing just what to do in order to drive her mad with lust…
Elincia had broken over two hours ago, and the four heavy, swollen balls that smacked her chin and her folds showed no signs of being done yet. The stone and dirt around the three had long since burned away into less than ash, both men being careful to protect the relatively-fragile woman safe from the harsher effects of Muspell's flames.
With a choked moan, the Tyrant pushed his hips flush with her groin, and came again. His tip had long ago seized her most sacred of places as a treasure, and he flooded it with virile seed yet again. They had lost count of who exactly had cum where and how many times, and to be quite honest… neither of them cared.
Such a thing was trivial compared to the task at hand: fucking the incredibly curvacous, buxom sovereign into a daze and siring yet another child on her. Of course, both of those things had already been accomplished, but that by no means meant they would be stopped now. After all, how could they? Her eyes… Elincia still begged, pleaded for more, and giving her just that was the only thing on their minds.
The Pirate pulled out of her throat's embrace and finished on her face, her creamy skin painted white as his thick load ran down her neck and stained her tits as well. More than the milk and seed already there had done, anyway. He stepped back to take a breather and watched as his counterpart pulled her back flush with his chest, and seized her chest in his hand.
"Don't you break those… she's going to have children to feed after this." he said in that low, growling tone of his, and wondered just how long they could keep this up. While their stamina was eons greater than any normal man… it still had limits, after all.
Elincia wailed and sobbed as her tits were fondled and kneaded harshly, the heat present in that hand too much for her to handle, and by the goddess did she love it . Not an ounce of care or concern was present in either of her lovers today, the two of them fucking her as if she was a common whore… and if speech was something she possessed right now… she would have encouraged them without fail.
Her arms reached up and circled around the Tyrant's thick neck, her own already covered with hickies and marks that would be impossible to hide. Indeed, there was more red skin than there was pale flesh at her nape, and somewhere in the back of both men's minds… they realized that some pointed questions, awkward questions, were in the near future.
'... oh hell .' Lamented the Pirate.
'Oh yes .' Rejoiced the Tyrant.
His pleasure soon became verbal instead of mental, and he pulled out of her snatch with reluctance as her husband approached, and filled her ass once more with thick, piping hot seed. Elincia leaned forward and delivered a sloppy kiss to her spouse, who chuckled against her lips when he realized that she could still tell them apart, even in the grips of a cock-induced madness. Maybe. She might have just kissed the first thing in reach, which was still quite the enticing thought.
"I suppose, we'll have to do this, hmmph! More often then, won't we?" Surtr grunted as he pounded her ass, and he knelt in a crouch as the Pirate laid down flat on his back on the blackened ground beneath them. "Beats the hell out of fighting each other, does it not?" he said with a savage grin, one returned by the man beneath the emerald-haired vixen.
"By leaps and bounds!" It was odd… before this had begun, he would have sworn that he would never get along with his past self, still bound by the curse of that rotten Muspel as he was. And yet… the summoner had lessened the hold of it over his mind, and they had found something far more preferable than a match in a sparring ring.
"... by the gods, are her nails…" the Tyrant mumbled in surprise as Elincia's hips rolled and bucked without pause, as if she knew just what to do to please them both equally. Even in such a state like this… she continued to surprise them both.
"Leaving marks? Drawing blood? Yes, and a little. Need I remind you… she managed to exhaust me ." For a moment, he wondered if the bewildered stare was due to his mind processing the news that this dainty, physically speaking mind you, woman was capable of doing such a thing, or from the insane tightness of her walls. Of course, it may very well have been a mix of both, it would not have surprised him.
"... then with the two of us now, Muspell must now return the favor. If she regains the capacity for thought within three days… then we have fallen drastically from where we once were." No sooner than those words left his lips, did a loud, pleasure-filled grunt escape them both as she wrought another climax from their cocks.
Who exactly had impregnated her first ceased to be important after the fifth load, and now the two of them were sure that they had fathered at least one child each now. Not that such news would slow them down of course, all it did was speed them up in fact. Her breasts bounced and swayed hypnotically as the loud sound of hips and skin colliding filled the air and drowned out the distant crash of the waves, the entire world had been reduced to this very moment for the Pirate, the Tyrant, and the sex-crazed Queen in between.
On and on they went, fucking her harder and harder as the sun wore on and the cool of night approached. The heat present in their bodies was more than enough to keep her warm, and the nigh-constant stream of seed as it was pumped into, and onto, her body made sure of that. If Elincia was capable of speech, then she would have begged for more of that heat, for the two men to spread that blessed fire present in their very touch over every inch of her being.
Mercifully so, it seemed that some things needed no words to be understood. For they had done precisely what she had wished of them, and more. Oh so much more…
Her cheeks bulged with cock as the Pirate fucked her face with no restraint, his fingers woven into her hair as he used her mouth for his pleasure. Drool, saliva, and semen stained his cock and poured from her holes and drip, drip, dripped down her ample curves. Gods be good, it simply could not be fair for one woman to be debauched so, to be reduced to, essentially, a low-brow tavern slut, and still be so beautiful… but that was why she had been chosen as his bride.
To be wed to Surtr was to know the highest of highs in romance, in sweet and tender lovemaking… and the hardest, most intense of lows when it came to shameless rutting . Sure, Elincia still came often, and came hard whenever her beloved found himself in a mood for pounding her silly, but that was more of an unintended benefit on his part. No thought whatsoever went towards her own enjoyment… and they both knew that she loved it for that reason.
He panted hard as he pulled out and rested his swollen, slick balls on her face as he came, and silently thanked the fact that she was so out of it. For had she been lucid when thick, virile seed stained her hair? There would be no corner in all the realms that he could hide in, and no protection that would save him from her unholy fury.
The Tyrant took his turn as he stepped off to rest, and immediately started on a mating press so intense, so powerful it set the ground aflame once more. And caused a crater to form that grew deeper with every thrust, but that had happened at least two or three dozen times by now. Maybe more, they never did try and keep count… after all, why bother?
It didn't matter in the end… the summoner could fix the damage after they took this outrealm and claimed it for Askr anyway. And in the meantime… they still had something left to give to their Queen, and such a generous gift was not one to be delayed.
"... finished maintenance on your lance yet, Lucy?"
Lucina turned to face Ike, and shook her head as she resumed her efforts of cleaning Geirskogul. The sacred lance of Ylisse had been lodged in the knee of a particularly stubborn giant that the two faced, and only after Dheginsea had wrestled the beast down and obliterated it's massive torso was she able to free it. The Black Dragon King, clad in festival garb he may be, had earned every ounce of his reputation as the Order's Strongest Hero, and when Ike, Lucina, and Camilla had been unable to truly damage the purple-skinned giant… he had brushed them back and stepped in himself.
The battle had quickly been won, and the four resumed their search for the three others that had entered the Outrealm before them. Ike with his father's Urvan and it's refined defensive abilities, Lucina with her Geirskogul and supportive techniques, Camilla with Sanngriðr and the debilitating slowness it inflicted, and finally… Dheginsea with his raw, awesome power had been sent to scope things out, and find what exactly had happened to whoever had set out without so much as a "by your leave".
Ike sighed as he turned to face the Queen of Nohr, and shook his head. Camilla merely shrugged her shoulders and resumed her work of ensuring that the cursed claws the giant possessed had not left any sort of worrying injury through the Goldoan King's scales. "Almost done… There, my work is finished. I have to say, it was quite awkward to check the spot underneath your left wing, Dheginsea."
"Which is why I had stretched out along the ground, my lady. Otherwise, it would have taken much, much longer. Now, if you would step back… hold. Who goes there?" The massive, imposing figure of the greatest dragon to ever live boomed as he stood tall and planted his body between that of his companions.
The approaching stranger paid no heed to his call, and when he loosed a rumbling, warning growl from deep within his chest… they still cared not for his presence. Very well then, it seemed he would have to-
"Duck!"
… catch the two bodies flung his way? Dheginsea grunted and winced as two large, powerfully built men crashed against his chest, and his tree-trunk thick arms caught them both before gravity could take hold. With a start, he realized that the stranger had just thrown , bodily it seemed, both incarnations of Surtr. At speeds high enough to make one such as he feel it. This did not… bode well…
"Why are they naked." he said, his voice deadpan and more exasperated than confused. The smell and musk of sex was almost overpowering, but given how intense his own mating seasons could be… it was a scent that was easily ignored. The three Beorc that had accompanied him however… if he did not ensure decorum was kept, then Lucina would be on her new husband like… how did Nathan put it… ah, yes. "Like white on rice". And Camilla would not be… far… behind?
"Take one good look at me, then at them, and put that ancient lizard brain to use. Fly them back to the castle, leave them here, pitch them in the ocean for all I care. I'm going back and taking the hottest, longest bath in the whole fucking world."
Three jaws went slack and six eyes widened as Elincia, kind, warm, caring Elincia, stalked past with a glower on her face and her body covered with the stains of sex. Seed, milk, sweat, and ocean water, all four scents reached his nose, and he wondered just how she was walking so easily…
He lowered the two unconscious Kings of Muspell to the ground and took flight, eyes narrowed as he briefly flew out of sight to check the beach just beyond… the rock wall…
"In Ashera's name… she's still moving after all that?! "
The sand was no more, glass and ash and sulfur had been left in the wake of Muspell's fury. The heat was oppressive, even for one such as he, and if his sight had not deceived him… then the water around what was left of the beach boiled and bubbled. The stone was melted, whatever trees and plant life had long since turned to ash and burnt out of existence… this might be beyond even Breidablik's ability to fix.
Meanwhile, Elincia cared not for the questions thrown her way by Ike, the embarrassed demands to "at least take my cape!" from Lucina, nor the concerned gaze of Camilla as she started to heal the peeved royal. "J-Just in case sweetie, d-don't want to assume you're ah… just fine after such a thing."
"Fine? Of course I'm not fine. They came. All over. My hair! Do you have any idea how long that takes to wash out?! I might as well cut it all off and regrow it! "
As he hovered in midair, ignorant to the departure of Crimea's Queen and the beginnings of another threesome behind him… Dheginsea wondered if perhaps Lehran had a point in his madness. "I'm too old for this shit."
