Askr, and more specifically the Order of Heroes had many strange yet fascinating things unique to it. One of the many aspects of the Order were the variations on a single hero. Most of the time it would be some difference in their age when summoned, such as the case for Naga's Daughter, Tiki, for when she fought alongside Marth and later his descendants. Sometimes it would be a case of having the same name and similar personalities, yet differences that resulted mostly from genders such as Robin and Corrin.

And other times, it was someone who took different choices in life and ended up - by all accounts - a different person.

All three cases could be used to describe the four heroes who had joined together for some tea at the request of one of its members.

Morgan, Morgan, Morgan, and Morgan. The Lad from Afar seemed unsure and nervous as he was surrounded by his fellow variations, especially his 'fallen' male counterpart. The lad of Fated Darkness had his arms crossed with a mostly stoic look on his face, though he seemed increasingly annoyed by the minute as he glanced at his fellow fallen sister. The lass of Devoted Darkness also had her arms crossed but held a more casual appearance, leaning back into her chair with a seemingly disinterested look on her face which gazed off to the side, away from her own non-fallen counterpart.

"So after all that searching and finally finding him, none other than her comes out walking in nothing but my father's cloak! I could see his face drop when he saw my grin wide! And she was mortified considering she pulled the hood over her head!" The Lass from Afar exclaimed cheerfully, leading and practically carrying the conversation with one of her more humorous tales.

Yet it seemingly failed to draw a reaction from any of her fellow heroes, "Really, no reaction!? That was hilarious, I'm sure you've had something similar with your mom, right Marc!?" She asked the Lad from Afar.

Marc was a bit caught off guard by her question, unsure of how to best respond to his sister's inquiry and her constant bubbly enthusiasm that contrasted greatly with their fallen counterparts. As such, his response to his sister's question was somewhat held back, "No, I can't say I have."

"Oh come on! Surely there must've been some instance where your Mom and some other Hero seemed closer than one would expect!? You've got to have some suspicions, right?"

Marc couldn't help but look away from Morgan's insistence, "What my mother does in her own time and who she does it with aren't my business!" He defended, though his defense was shaky if the tone in his voice and blush on his face was any indication.

"Hah! So you have thought about it before!" Morgan claimed, pointing at his cheek before exclaiming, "Look at how red your face is!"

Her brother tsked at her observation, but bit his tongue and kept silent to prevent himself from falling into her trap. He'd been in enough similar conversations with her to know how well she could get a rise out of him and have him reveal something he'd like to keep secret much to his embarrassment and her delight.

In any case, Morgan turned her attention to one of their fallen counterparts, "What about you, Mars? Notice anything interesting since you've come here? I've noticed how you like to keep to yourself yet still watch everyone else~"

Her voice held a teasing tone with her final words as she grinned at the Falled Lad, one who practically scowled at how she called him.

"I know I told you the first time we met that I didn't really care what you called me. But I've since retracted my stance, and I've told you before to call me Mark and not… that, " The fallen lad replied with an annoyed tone, purple flames briefly sprouting around him to emphasize his annoyance before flickering away.. Having regretted his original indifference for his name ever since Morgan had suggested that one. Luckily someone else had a better name for him, something Morgan pointed out.

"Is it because it's from Morgan? Ahh, you two are so close! Just like me and Marc?" The lass replied with her teasing tone and grin.

Mark growled lowly at her words, giving no response yet turning his gaze towards his fallen sister who spoke, "And I believe I've told you to call me Morgana," The Morgan of Devoted Darkness stated while continuing to look away, a flicker of a purple flame briefly appearing around her.

Her non-fallen counterpart seemed dejected by her statement, "Why though?"

"Because we don't need to deal with the confusion present when someone calls out our true names and we all respond," Morgana explained.

Yet Morgan wasn't easily deterred, "But I already gave myself another name, remember!?" She claimed.

"I'm not calling you Mo-Mo ." Morgana replied with a tone that was stern, calm, and almost a bit cold, showcasing her absolute refusal to refer to her non-fallen counterpart with that alias.

Morgan looked hurt by her words, "How could you!? I put in a lot of effort in that name!" She claimed with a shocked and hurt tone, turning to the Fated Darkness Lad and asking, "You'll call me Mo-Mo, right Mars?"

Mark narrowed his red eyes at her in annoyance.

And so Morgan turned to her last attempt of salvation, "You won't turn down your Big-Sis' plea, right Lil' Bro?" She fluttered her big, purple eyes at him and gave her best pleading expression.

Unfortunately for her, Marc quickly turned away, "Sorry…" Being his only words of response as he gave his answer.

"Meanies! Bullies! It's rude not to call someone by how they wished to be referred to!" She stated with a somewhat stern tone, arms crossed and face pouting as though she was scolding them despite the hypocritical nature in her words.

The clear example of her hypocrisy was in Mark, with the lad looking at her annoyed. He held his tongue, knowing it would just be what the lass wanted, not wishing to continue this utterly pointless conversation that seemed to be just for her enjoyment. And his patience was thinning already.

"So, are you finally going to reveal the actual reason you summoned us?" Mark demanded, his tolerance for Morgan's antics waning thin. He didn't think he was easily irritated, but the purple flames he could usually control threatened to flicker around him once again. He could put up with most things, even if it greatly annoyed him. But that was usually in service of something more important, a goal to strive for and make it worth it.

And yet he had no current goal to strive for and failed to see how this conversation would be helpful to him.

It didn't help that Morgan seemed to have a talent for pinching his nerves and taking delight in teasing him.

Such as the case in her reply, "Why you gotta say summoned? Sounds so authoritative, haha~" She playfully joked and laughed, "We're all Morgan's here, right!? We're practically family! So can't we just spend some time getting to better know each other?"

The fallen lad narrowed his eyes at her, "Morgan's though we may be, we're all practically different people. Sharing a name and similar appearances can only go so far." He argued.

Yet the energetic lass was not easily deterred, "All the more reason for us to get to know each other! Who knows what similarities and differences we might learn about each other!" She countered cheerfully.

Mark could only sigh, opting not to continue this argument and instead focus on his more important question, "At the very least, I doubt that's why you call us here. So if you want to continue getting to know me, at least be plain as to your reading for calling this meeting, otherwise, I'll leave."

Morgan was silent for a moment, before getting a playful and hopeful tone in her voice as she replied, "So what you're saying is that if I tell you, you're willing to stick around and indulge my request to get to know you better? I knew you were nice!"

*Creak

"Alright! Alright! I was joking!" Morgan laughed as Mark pushed his seat back and halfway up from his seat. Morgan urged him to sit back down as she decided it was finally time, "Give me a second to find the words."

This seemed to satisfy Mark enough to sit back down, arms still crossed as he continued to give Morgan a mostly stoic look with a small tinge of annoyance. Marc also focused his gaze on her, a bit more curious as he also wondered what his sister's true motives for calling them were.

Morgana though, seemed uninterested as she continued looking away while her fellow lass tried to find the right words.

The ones she gave were rather simple and blunt.

"Alright, so what do you guys think about an orgy?"

The way she asked that question was so simple in tone, the hopeful smile on her face almost making it seem pure.

And yet the effects it had on Marc and Mark were anything but.

The Lad from Afar took a few moments to process his sister's words, but as he did, his cheeks became an increasingly deep shade of crimson. 'You gotta be kidding me! What is she thinking!?' He screamed in his head. Of all the things his sister could've asked for, why that!? And why didn't he see it coming? Especially since he was now well versed in the depth of her debauchery since she well, they became closer than siblings should.

The one of Fated Darkness meanwhile, was more so flabbergasted by her words. Looking at Morgan in shock while he continued to take in her words, wondering if he had misheard something. But as she continued to stare at him with a hopeful smile on her face, he realized that he wasn't mistaken in his hearing.

"You're crazy," Was all he gave in response, a plain and simple tone in his voice.

His words made Morgan grin, "I like to prefer free-spirited. Though in bed, yeah, I can be crazy," She replied, her grin turning mischievous as she added, "I can show you myself how crazy I can be, my Lil' Bro here can attest to my abilities, and myself to his."

Her gesture towards Marc prompted Mark to give his fellow lad a questioning look, to which Marc gained an ever deeper blush of embarrassment, "Morgan! What the hell!?" He almost shouted back at his sister for revealing a rather personal and very private aspect of their relationship.

To which she only giggled and shrugged, "Relax, Bro. I'm sure the two won't judge, considering they're in the same boat, or should I say bed?"

Her words caught Mark a bit off guard once more, his eyes briefly widening before narrowing at her with a glare, 'How did she figure out? …Wait, don't tell me?' He glanced towards his fallen sister to find her continuing to stay silent and looking away, yet he could see the slight tinge of pink on her cheeks.

"Anyways!" Morgan's voice became the focus of the group's attention once more, raising and extended her arms out to to help before continuing, "We're all Morgan's, and both sets of us are sleeping with the other, so why don't we all fuck with each other? It's obvious we're a bunch of horny Morgan's! So let's have a fun Mo-rgy!"

Marc looked at her stunned, Mark looked at her annoyed, and Morgana wasn't even looking at her at all.

Turning to his silent sister, Mark called out to her, "You knew this, that she was planning to ask this, didn't you?" He asked, almost annoyed, "You've been adamantly silent most of this time and have barely reacted to anything she's said or done. How did she even convince you to go along with this?'

Morgana said nothing, not even glancing at him as she continued to look away. Instead, the person that responded for her was Morgan, "You'd be surprised how persistent I am. Besides, contrary to what you think, we're all Morgan's, and we may be more similar than you think~" She stated with a confident grin, leaning towards her non-fallen counterpart and wrapping an arm around her shoulders.

Mark let out a sigh, turning to what he hoped would be the next logical voice present, "You're not actually thinking of agreeing to this?" He asked Marc.

To his disappointment, the answer wasn't a firm no.

"Well, it's surprising, sure, but…if everyone else is up for it, then I don't see that much harm?" He replied nervously, rubbing the back of his neck while he struggled to look into his fallen counterpart's judgmental gaze, "Plus, well…once Morgan gets an idea like this and is set on it, it's really hard to stop her till she gets her way…"

"Right you are, Lil' Bro!"

The Lass from Afar was grinning as she had already won the battle. now having the support - or more accurately, reluctant acceptance - of two out of three members. And she was looking to secure and bend the will of her final target.

"Looks like you're outnumbered here? Besides, don't you wanna join in?" She asked with that playful voice while looking at the Fallen Lad.

To which he only glared back at her, threatening purple flames sprouting around him as annoyance and defiance clear in his voice, "No, I don't. So don't act like you know what I want, you don't know me."

Morgan though didn't lose her grin, merely letting it relax while she responded, "I won't deny that there's still a bit about you I don't understand, but I do understand one thing. You may act cold and blunt, but I'm willing to bet that there are some things in your core similar to my brother, just like Morgana and I~"

"I think that at your core, you're kind and considerate. You may not show it, but I've seen you do good things for people when you didn't have to. Heck, I know you even helped Marc and me from the shadows a few times, kept some people from catching us I bet~ You may not admit it, but you care. And it's hard to go against or resist what those you care about want unless you're flat out against it."

"Heck, the fact that you're still here and not already leaving proves how you're similar to all of us as well! At the end of the day, we're all curious, and you're curious about this too. You're curious as to my reasoning for this, which is why you stayed and listened, and I bet you're a bit curious what it'd be like to go through with this? Right?"

"Me helping either of you isn't because I care, it's cause I thought it'd be more trouble if I didn't," He countered, yet didn't touch on Morgan's previous comment on curiosity.

"Maybe so, maybe you don't care about Marc and I that much, but I bet you do for Morgana. So are you gonna leave her all alone with the both of us? Don't you think she'd appreciate it if you're here with her?"

Mark's eyes were narrowing with every explanation Morgan uttered, his glare almost hostile as he started to feel some very strong annoyance for Morgan. He didn't like the way she seemed to know how he worked, how she was so easily able to know how to get on his nerves.

And yet his annoyance didn't devolve into any real hatred, the only thing he hated was how she had a bit of a point.

And he hated how her grin widened when she noticed his conflicting thoughts.

"Just do it,"

The mostly stoic yet somewhat annoyed voice drew the group's attention to Morgana, continuing to look away as she spoke to her fellow sibling servant. "Marc was right, Morgan's not going to stop until she gets what she wants. So let's just get this over with and move on."

There was almost an air of defeat in her voice, the purple flames that flicker around her showcasing a loss of passion and somewhat weak, as though she had tried to deter Morgan from this course before. And yet like before, the girl's persistence had worn her down and she'd given in.

Mark glanced to his side towards Marc, and his fellow lad gave him an understanding and hopeful nod. He knew his sister better than they did, and if he thought there was no chance of stopping her, then that was most likely the case.

He was outnumbered, and even if he did leave, Morgan would not likely drop this. And so it seemed he had one option.

"Fine, let it be dealt and done with."

Morgan's grin widened at his words, "Alright, then how about we start with…"


*Thump

"Hehehe~"

Mark glared up at a grinning Morgan while she stood in front of him, hands on her hips after she'd pushed him to sit on the edge of the bed and showcasing a confident stance. The lass had been straightforward in her suggestion to the other junior tacticians, they'd each split off into pairs for some privacy in separate rooms but neighboring rooms, connected by a shared bathroom. Marc went with Morgana, and Mark was dragged into this room by Morgan the first chance she got.

She hadn't even given him a warning before pushing him on the bed, showcasing a clear eagerness and blunt approach that was further emphasized when she quickly straddled him with ease. Her arms wrapped around his neck while her knees settled against his sides over the bed, her plush yet still covered rear settled on his lap, and her soft chest pressed against him through their clothing.

"Mhhmm~"

Mark's eyes briefly widened by how quickly Morgan had kissed him, feeling a small bit of surprise that brought about a few quick purple flames. Yet that surprise soon faded along with Morgan's moan as he saw her eyes settle shut. With a blink, he resettled into his stoic persona, trying not to react even as Morgan got to work.

She grinded and rubbed herself atop of him, making clear motions to try and arouse him with her curves through her tight dress. And there was also the assault in his mouth she did with her tongue, making clear efforts to rub and explore it while he attempted to block some of her strikes. Something she saw as a challenge and spurred her to try even harder.

In fact, Mark's whole response was like a challenge to her. He was doing his best to not show a reaction. Not letting his arms wrap around her voluptuous body and fulfill any urges that he held. And he didn't even return the kiss, using his tongue to act as an annoyance to the lass. He even kept suppressing his flames, not wanting her to get any read on his emotions from them. Which was a shame since she found the flames to be really unique to experience and get up close with, especially since it wasn't like they were harmful.

This was his type of payback, he knew she wanted to get a reaction out of him, to make his usual demeanor crack and show a side of himself that would work in her favor and delight, and he was determined not to give her much.

Oh, this was gonna be a fun challenge.

"Pwwah!"

Morgan pulled away from her fallen brother's lips with a grin, noticing the small little pants in his breath while he continued to glare at her on the edge of being stoic or annoyed. It wasn't much - especially compared to her own breathing - but it was something.

And she had plenty of things to make something into something more.

She slipped off his lap so eagerly that her movements almost seemed sloppy despite how precise they actually were, positioning herself on her knees in front of him. Gripping his almost comically large-looking pants, she tugged at them, only for them not to budge with him still sitting down.

She gave another tug, and nothing came of it. The lass looked up at the lad as they both shot each other a look.

"If you don't let me pull them down, I'm just gonna rip them open," Morgan told him clearly and plainly in such a way that it almost didn't sound like a threat and more a warning.

Mark gave a small sigh, believing he had given her some annoyance. Rolling his eyes and crossing his arms as he lifted his hips, not even looking down to see her grin return as she pulled both his pants and small clothes down with a tug.

And yet to Morgan's disappointment, what came out wasn't a hard, rigid cock but one that was just semi-hard.

The girl couldn't help but pout as she realized she didn't make him as excited as she had hoped. Still, she didn't let it get to her for long as she opted to shift that disappointment as fuel to her fire. He didn't get as excited from her grinding herself against him? Well, then she'd get him excited once she started to suck him off.

And with that new goal, she leaned in.

Mark resisted the urge to shiver or groan when Morgan gave a long, sensual lick over his cock. Holding up his shaft with one of her palms, her fingers wrapped around it, something that they failed to accomplish all the way just like with her own brother.

She was fine with that, it just proved that their cocks were quite similar. And after knowing many of her brother's weak points, she'd be making an error as a tactician not to use them here. So she started by moving her lips down to his rather hefty balls and giving them a little nip.

"Egh!"

Mark gritted his teeth, cursing in his mind the small jitter his legs made from Morgan's little tease. The giggle she gave only made him more irritated, contrasted by pleasure when her tongue trailed back up his length, over his tip which then popped into between her lips.

She was toying with him, riling him up. If her actions on his loins weren't proof enough, there was no mistaking the winks and looks she gave him whenever she glanced up at his stoic gaze.

One that was becoming increasingly harder and harder to maintain.

There was no denying the facts, Morgan was good, she knew what she was doing and she did it with passion. Instead of merely giving him pleasure, she also gave him a promise, a promise that she could do so much more if he just asked.

The way she bobbed her lips and hummed lightly over his cock was nice, and how she rolled his nuts helped. But she was also holding a bit back. Her tongue, which he'd assumed would be sloppily licking all over whatever parts of his shaft were past her lips instead was used more as just a carpet for the underside to travel over, with the occasional lick when it was just his tip.

But Mark wasn't planning on asking her for more, he wasn't planning on giving her much satisfaction at all. But it seemed she was taking that as a challenge that if he wouldn't give her what she wanted, she'd take it from him. And Mark hated the fact that it was working a bit.

He wasn't the most emotional or even expressive during sex, but even so, he didn't usually hide much of his feelings. If he felt pleasure he'd groan and allow himself to relax, but to keep up a stoic gaze during it all? That was something else.

And it became harder and harder to manage with every inch Morgan added when moving down his length.

*Pop!

"Huh!"

Morgan took a deep breath as she pulled off his cock, whether or not it was genuine or just for show, Mark wasn't sure, probably both. In any case, the end result was a grin on her face and some drool slipping out of the corner of her mouth, the lass looking up at him while her hand continued to jerk him off with steady pumps from his base to tip.

"Huh, someone's being stubborn~" She teased.

Mark resisted the urge to grimace, "I could say the same to you," He countered.

"Oh I can be absolutely stubborn," Morgan agreed without hesitation, " But~ At least I'm not being a spoilsport. I mean, we're already having sex, you just gonna be all stoic and emotionless during the whole thing? Like fine, I get you're a bit annoyed, but it's happening, enjoy yourself a little!"

Mark didn't reply, merely continuing to gaze down at her stoically with his arms crossed, something that made Morgan roll her eyes.

"Fine, fine, be like that. Bet you're not like this with those other girls~" She commented before leaning back down towards his shaft, ready to leave a lick. Only to then pause and grin when she glanced back up and noticed Mark's now somewhat tense stance and how his eyes had widened a bit.

"Hah! I knew it!" She exclaimed triumphantly, pulling back from his dick. Her face morphed from ecstasy to devious curiosity as she asked, "So, who is it? Which of those fallen ladies did you get falling for you~?"

Mark's eyes widened the furthest they had since they entered the room, contrasting Morgan's more narrow and teasing pair as she gave him a few winks. She…she had played him, easily led him into a trap to get a reaction and confirm her suspicions.

He would've been impressed if he wasn't so annoyed.

An annoyance Morgan saw easily reflected in his gaze, prompting her to laugh, "Ok ok, only joking. Though I guess I have something to look out for regarding you, huh?" Morgan's grinning face morphed into another chuckle by the look Mark gave her, opting for her to give him some appeasement, "Here, let me make it up to you. And don't mind telling me if I give head better than those other girls~"

She broke her gaze from him and focused back on his dick, holding it steady and right at her as she leaned back down and popped her lips over it. But to Mark's surprise, she didn't start bobbing her head, instead, she continued to descend her head down his length. Her lips slid over every inch while she closed her eyes, taking more and more of his shaft into her mouth and eventually past her throat.

Mark gritted his teeth as he felt his tip pop into her snug esophagus, the tight walls squeezing it and more of his upper dick as she continued to travel down till her lips kissed his crotch. He couldn't help but give a low yet audible groan.

"Hmhmhm~"

The fallen lad gritted his teeth harder and dug his fingers into the sheets slightly when she chuckled over his shaft, the vibration almost making his body shudder. This was… was surprising, he couldn't deny that. In one fell, slow, and graceful descent, she had taken his entire length past her lips. She wasn't the first girl who had done so for him, but she did it with such ease that it was hard not to be surprised, and frankly impressed.

Morgan continued to deepthroat his cock with clear, focused movements. Her head bobbing up and down his length at a brisk pace, cheeks caved in to create a tight embrace with her mouth that was continued into her snug throat, her tongue laid out below like a velvet carpet for the underside of his shaft to travel over.

She even gave a slight hum during it all, adding some vibrations and another set of stimuli over his loins. She showcased clear expertise in the fellatio to the point where even if she did have some trouble breathing, she didn't let it show or slow her down one bit.

Though what Mark found most striking was the way she gazed up at him, eyes bright and wide with a mischievous glint that would've looked almost pure if it weren't for the dick in her mouth. Yet a blink was all it took to expose those lustful, sultry eyes that attempted to seduce him, promising pleasure and challenging him to hold on.

Her hands were kept on his thighs, keeping them apart to not get in the way and making it so that all she used on his loins were limited to just past her lips. It was a testament to her skill that Mark couldn't deny it felt just as good as what she was doing before, perhaps even more. And he was finding it increasingly difficult not to give a reaction.

His face, stoic as he tried to keep it, couldn't stop the brief tinges of pleasure that showed with an eye or lip twitch. His teeth gritted against each other harder just as he gripped the sheets tighter, resisting the urge to place a hand on her head or even buck his hips against her lips like her gaze practically dared him to.

No matter how much he kept those urges at bay, there was only so much he could do for his loins. Eventually, he couldn't hold on as he gave a low, rumbling groan, flames flickering and eyes narrowing when he came down Morgan's throat.

"Mhmm~" The lass gave a small, muffled mewl as she felt his dick spasm within her lips, not even chuckling or giggling in victory at making him cum as she was focused on handling his orgasm. Like she had predicted, one wave was all she could handle down her throat unless she risked him getting stuck and making her pass out. So she pulled back and had his tip stay in her mouth to bloat her cheeks.

They did so faster than she expected.

'Hmm, someone's a bit pent-up~' Morgan mentally noted while she swallowed his seed with fast, large gulps. She could tell he was releasing a similar amount to her brother, perhaps a bit more that could be chalked up to being pent-up if she was right. Though perhaps she could also take it as a sign she just made him feel really good.

She gave a small grin around his cock. Yeah, that sounded more fun.

While continuing to drink him down, she briefly wondered if she should let him paint her face as well. A cum-mask might've worked to turn him on, but she decided to hold off on that idea. If she was gonna get that from him, she wanted him to make that decision.

Not to mention, she was sure he'd be more than a bit impressive if she managed to swallow most of it. It was a challenge, she'd admit, but one she was well used to taking. And right now she could manage it, feeling his loads wailing wave after wave.

"Huh~"

The pant Mark gave was the cue to Morgan that he was practically done with this orgasm. Bobbing her head lightly a bit to help coax out any last drops, making sure to finish this blowjob in a way he'd be hard pressed to find any flaw with its beginning, middle, or end.

She finally pulled back and let his tip leave her lips with a small pop, letting him see the entirety of his loins glistening in a coating of her saliva. Though he was only able to look at it for a moment or two before his focus was back on Morgan as she opened her mouth and rolled out her tongue, showcasing the inside of his mouth and confirming that not a single drop was left.

She had taken in the entirety of his shaft, blew him with brisk, flawless pace and method, and even swallowed his loads, all with apparent ease.

Mark couldn't deny it was impressive, yet he did his best not to let it show.

And somehow, Morgan could tell how he felt, letting her lips close back up into a grin.

"Don't worry, no need to say anything, the amount of cum I just had to swallow was enough for me to know you enjoyed it," She teased with a smile, using his silence against him and letting his body reactions do the talking. It made Mark resist the urge to grimace, not wanting to give her anything else to turn against him.

Still, he found himself mildly curious as she rose to her feet, only to then realize her next move as she gripped the edges of her dress and pulled them up over her hips, exposing her lacy black panties that were drenched from her pussy. Yet any potential use of this information against her like she had been doing to him was lost with her next words.

"See this? I'm excited, I'm excited by you~" She told him with a still playful but husk tone and grin, "And unlike you, I'm not gonna ignore what my body wants. So after giving you a pretty good blowjob that got me quite excited, I think it's time I get some release as well, right?"

With that she proceeded to make her way back onto his lap, making Mark almost gasp as she settled atop of it and pressed down against his loins, rubbing them against one another with only her panties separating them. The sensation made him shudder and her moan while she basked in the sensation for a moment, eyes closed as she said, "Oh, no need to do anything at first, I can handle most of the work this round. Heck, I want to."

And with that, she raised her hips back up and shifted her panties. Instantly Mark could feel the heat and desires that wafted from her folds, biting his inner lip when she gripped his shaft and lined him up so that his tip pressed against her entrance.

And just like that, without ever opening her eyes, she dropped down and took him down to the base.

"Egh!"

"Ahhh!"

Morgan tipped her head back with her gasp, hands immediately moving towards Mark's shoulders to grip it while shuddeing atop his lap. She didn't even take in or care about his immediate reactions, instead, focusing on getting adjusted to this dick, so familiar yet still different.

She was more than ready to figure out all those differences.

"Hehehe~"

Mark was stunned and almost disturbed by the crackling in Morgan's voice, bouncing up and down his cock, small pants and moans escaping through her lips as she showcased her current delight. Her hips rose high till a little under or just his tip remained, then dropping back down with enough force to create an audible clap of skin. The bed creaked slightly at the speed she did this at, fingers tightening against his shoulder and her head still tilted back while she rode him with eager joy.

" Mhmm~ , not sure if I need to say this, but you've got a nice cock, Mars~" Morgan commented offhandedly, seemingly attempting to compliment him.

Yet Mark saw it more as an insult.

"I thought I told you not to call me that." He told her in annoyance, unable to help the brief flicker of purple flames.

Only for the girl to grin and look back at him, opening her eyes with a mischievous glint, "Oh, so that's what got a reaction out of you?" She teased.

"Errghh~"

Mark growled at her words and the truth within them. He should've stayed silent, but dealing with this pleasure and trying not to let it show or give into his urges made it hard to prevent other reactions from slipping past. Yet Morgan saw this as an opportunity to take advantage of his current state of mind, creating a plan to her benefit.

"How about this?" She started, getting his attention as he well recognized the tune of her voice when she wanted to make some sort of deal, "You show me what you've got and give me your best, and when I'm screaming your name, I'll say Mark instead of Mars~"

Her voice turned husky along with her look, a look of challenge while she kept riding him.

A challenge Mark thought over for a few moments before accepting.

"Huh?"

Morgan found herself briefly confused as she found her hips stuck in place, eyes blinking as she tried to figure out what was wrong. But just when she realized the hands that had settled onto her hips, her eyes widened when they pulled her down.

*Slap

"Fuck!"

Morgan howled at the sudden rush of pleasure she felt, far more force than a mere drop could give and reattling her body. When Mark pulled her down, he thrusted firmly up, filling her up with his shaft and poking against the entrance to her womb, and then some more. It made the girl shudder and moan, only to then gasp when he raised her back up before pulling her back down, drawing a yelp from her lips.

Soon enough the bed was creaking while claps of skins filled the room. Broken up from the yelps, gasps, and moans the lass made. The lad beneath her, though, only let out a few groans as he focused on lifting her up and down his shaft, trying not to let the pleasure cloud his judgment as he decided to hell with it. Yet even so, he couldn't stop the purple flames that not only flickered around him, but briefly engulfed him as well.

Morgan was right, this was happening. But he had been mistaken in trying to endure her teasing, no that would've been dreadful. She wouldn't stop and he wouldn't be able to fully resist, making the whole experience an annoyance to him. So he decided to give her what she wanted.

But he'd make sure to give her enough so that she wouldn't be able to focus on teasing him, and that she'd be too focused on the overwhelming pleasure that made her cry out.

"Mark!"


"Marc…"

The lad blinked at the call of his name, prompting him to turn towards Morgana. It had been a few minutes since they entered the room, and the most notable thing either had done was take a seat on the edge of the bed. Silence had fallen over them as they both waited for the other to act first, with Morgana still looking towards the ground with a stoic gaze.

"Yeah?" He replied a bit tepidly, not sure of what he should say, let alone how to say it.

She let out a sigh at how he did both those things, "You can start, you know." She told him, still not looking towards him.

Marc was a bit confused by her words, "You want me to start?" He asked, she was asking him to lead? Of course that's what she seemed to be saying, but he didn't feel comfortable doing that with how she was currently acting.

How was he supposed to start? Undressing her and himself? Kissing her? Would she be comfortable with any of that? He didn't want to do something she didn't like, of course.

Morgana let out another sigh when she realized his clear hesitation, finally shifting her gaze towards him before speaking. "I'm not…I'm not that confident with leading, honestly. I can assume you've had more than enough partners to have some ideas of how to break the ice, right?" She asked, to which Marc nodded, "Then I'll trust you to do so. I'd rather we just get this over with and try to not make this experience entirely unpleasant."

Marc could swear her voice sounded a little vulnerable. At the very least, they weren't filled with her usual firm confidence. And maybe he was just imagining it in the lighting of the room, but it looked as though her cheeks seemed a bit brighter when she turned away.

Marc shook his head, deciding to ignore those thoughts for now. From the way Morgana agreed to all this earlier, it sounded like she was doing this reluctantly, and her current actions only reaffirmed those beliefs.

"We don't…we don't have to do this, if you don't want to." He suggested.

Only for the fallen lass to look back at him with an almost annoyed-looking gaze. Emphasized by the two flames that flicker around her.

"What do you think?"

Marc blinked at her, once again unsure of how to answer. And just like before, his single-worded response showcased this.

"I don't know…"

Morgana glared at him for a moment before closing her tinted red eyes and sighing.

"Look, regardless of how I or you feel, I choose to accept Morgan's request. So I'd rather we just get this over with, if you'd please?"

Her voice sounded almost pleading to Marc. Maybe he was just imagining it, but maybe he wasn't, those brief flickering flames meant something at least. Regardless, it seemed as though Morgana was determined to see this through, and he figured it would be insulting to potentially go against her resolve. Right now, she was putting some trust in him to start them off, the least he could do was honor that.

After a deep breath, he gave a nod. She nodded back, letting him know once again he could decide how they started.

He opted to first move beside her, making their hips inches apart rather than the few feet just before. Morgana gazed at him stoically as he now sat beside her, waiting for his next move. Would he place a hand on her thigh and potentially go straight for her loins? Or would he start by groping her chest? Or maybe he fancied himself a romantic and try kissing her? That last one seemed most likable.

Morgana couldn't say she was thrilled with any of the options, but she didn't detest any either. So long as he was respectful of her, she'd be fine with letting him have control of their time together. But his choice would determine how she'd expect that time to be spent.

To her surprise, the choice he made wasn't one she'd ever consider.

"Do you mind turning your back to me a bit?" He asked her, making the lass blink a few times as she processed those unexpected words before fulfilling them, finding herself a bit confused at the angle he was going for. Did he intend to grope her boobs from behind instead of from her front? She supposed that it would make it easier for him to avoid her face, which may have made him uncomfortable.

Though it wasn't her chest his hands went for, but instead her shoulders.

"Huh?"

Morgana's eyes widened slightly as a small, confused noise escaped past her lips. Her shoulders? Why would he put his hands there? The sudden grip made her straighten and tense up slightly, uncertain of what to expect.

"Oh!"

Morgana let out a small gasp as she felt Marc's fingers start to gently massage her shoulders, fingers softly kneading her flesh through her coat.

"What are you doing?" She asked him, her tone stoic and plain as she made no efforts to stop him, still looking forward.

"Huhuh~ " Marc chuckled lightly at her question before answering it, "Well, I know you said you made a choice and wanted to get this over with, but I'd still feel bad if she felt uncomfortable during it. I'm not sure how much this will help, but I think it's worth a try if you can feel a bit more relaxed. Apparently, I'm pretty good at this! At least that's what my mother and sister tell me."

He stated those last two facts with some bashful pride, continuing to give his female fallen counterpart a massage and showcasing some surprising skill. Morgana could feel her muscles immediately gain some relief, more than she would ever expected as she realized just how tense they were.

"Ah~"

It was enough that she couldn't help but let out a few gasps, gritting her teeth while they slipped through bit by bit. She resisted the urge to squirm, even slightly. Why…why did this feel so good? It wasn't anything mind-blowing or even overwhelming. Yet the sensation of his fingers kneading her shoulders with such care sent sparks she didn't know could be felt with anyone but her brother.

Well, she supposed Marc was also her brother in a sense. But even then, the fact that he was able to make her like this with something so simple was…confusing to her.

So much so that she didn't even notice his question.

"Huh?"

She had just caught the end of his words, realizing he had asked something. She turned her head slightly and looked back at him with one eye.

"I asked if you mind if I take off your cloak?" Marc repeated politely.

Morgana blinked at him for a moment or two as she took in her words before giving her answer, "Do as you wish." She told him plainly, sounding a bit too blunt with her words as she looked back forward.

Her tone made Marc wince, unsure of whether her reaction was positive or negative. She was permitting him sure but…

He shook his head lightly in an attempt to refocus himself. He had asked and she accepted, it'd be weird to hesitate and back out suddenly. So not wanting to risk ruining the somewhat awkward but not necessarily unpleasant atmosphere between them, he started to remove her cloak.

Reaching his hands around, he leaned a bit over her shoulder to make sure he was undoing the ropes correctly. He tried to ignore, or at least not focus on her stoic face right beside him. It was harder than he expected, especially when he heard her soft breathing or the small brushes of their hair. Not to mention, she smelled nicer than he expected, that familiar vanilla scent he recognized from Morgan.

Thankfully, her ropes were easy to undo, probably because they were just like his and his sister's. All he had to do next was pull them off. Opening them up from the front, he firmly and gently pulled them off her arms as she offered a bit of assistance by raising them. And just like that, her upper body was left in a familiar beige, striped tank-top.

Morgana felt a sudden, mysterious chill pass over her, making her wince and grip her pants. Was she…was she getting nervous? Why? It wasn't like she hadn't undressed in front of others before. But more so, she couldn't comprehend why it was nervousness she was feeling rather than some annoyance or uncaring?

And what was taking Marc so long to start?

"Ah!"

The fallen lass let out a small yet surprising gasp when Marc once again placed his hands on her shoulders.

"You alright?" He asked, a bit concerned as he paused his actions.

"I'm fine," Morgana quickly replied, trying to keep her stoic and firm tone while recomposing herself. She suppressed the urge to shudder as his fingers firmly curled and planted themselves on her shoulder, with barely any fabric to separate their skin save for the thin straps of her top.

The new sensation added so much more than she anticipated. His fingers felt warm and soft. The movements she could tell were gentle and caring before they were so much clearer as he began to knead her flesh once again. She couldn't help but give some deep breaths to steady her breathing and keep herself calm, careful to not let a gasp or moan slip.

Even so, she couldn't stop herself from letting out a few muffled noises or subconsciously rolling her shoulders and tilting her neck towards his grip. He was undoing knots she didn't know were so stiff, or were even there. All while a light red tinge settled on her darkening cheeks and small, brief purple flames flickered for just a moment or two. Yet she couldn't ignore the way her heart was beating just a bit faster than she would've ever expected from something as simple as this.

"Hey, I know this is a bit random to say but, thanks for being friends with Morgan."

"Huh?" Morgana picked her head up, confusion briefly overtaking her feelings of pleasure and relief as she turned slightly back to look at him. She processed his words and soon gave a fitting response, "I didn't exactly have much of a choice,"

Her tone held a bit of annoyance, and yet Marc could hear it wasn't necessarily filled with regret or even unkindness. And it made him smile and nod, "Yeah, she can be quite stubborn. More than any of us,"

"But, even so, I'm glad about how stubborn she was about wanting to get to know you and be your friend. When you guys first were summoned, I was a bit…scared..."

"A natural reaction," Morgana replied plainly, focusing on this conversation as she found it helped her not be undone by his massage. She didn't want to be left alone in silence and forced to think about thoughts and feelings she didn't exactly understand how to deal with. But a discussion such as this was easier to navigate and distract her from unnerving thoughts.

"We're versions of you, and versions I doubt you both were pleased to learn exist. Considering our very nature…"

A few brief moments of silence fell over the two, with Marc's smile dropping while he tackled that undeniable truth.

"Yeah," He agreed, his voice a bit low and not as cheerful, matching the atmosphere of their discussion. Still, his fingers kept on, no doubt helped by the many times he conversed about other topics while doing this with his sister, mother, or someone else.

"Both me and Morgan, we lost our memories as you no doubt know. Such a big part of life is missing, who we were and what we did, we'll never know exactly those things without those memories. So seeing you guys, I saw a potential answer to those questions of our lost memories. And it made me…scared, scared that the person I am now could've been so different."

Another few moments of silence fell over them, with Morgana finding herself now trying to understand his words and feel the clear concern in his voice. She wanted to say something back, not to help or give him comfort necessarily, but something at least. And yet she found that no something, making her lack a reply.

Yet Marc still had more to say.

"But Morgan, Morgan wasn't thinking like that at all. Or at least if she did, she didn't let it stop her. She wanted to get to know you, she couldn't help her curiosity that made her see you guys as mostly positives while I was stuck on the negatives,"

Once more, Morgana's cheeks gained another shade as she was reminded of her counterpart's unyielding approach that didn't take her resistance as anything more than a challenge. A challenge the lass from afar beat to catch the fallen lass, and Morgana couldn't deny she had grown a bit fawn of Morgan.

"Seeing Morgan get along with you and having such a fun time made me realize that even if you guys were answers to the question of our missing memories, it doesn't matter. No matter who we were, who we are now is what matters. But more than that, understanding you too, getting to know you too more and more, I also don't think I mind if you are who we were, because I think-...no, I believe that you two are good people, even if you don't show it very much."

Silence fell over them. Yet unlike the previous instances, after a few moments, no one said a word. The silence settled in as the conversation they had was over, leaving an atmosphere that was somehow a bit awkward and relaxing, though more so the latter.

Morgana thought about his words, and she couldn't help but want to refute them, to tell him not to think of her and Mark as good people. They didn't - and would never - consider themselves that. Yet Marc had stated those words with such lack of hesitation and honesty that she doubted her words would deter him.

A good person, she wanted to laugh, and yet she could only blush.

Marc, meanwhile, continued to massage her shoulders and neck. He couldn't help but finally think about the differences he noticed between Morgana and Morgan, physically, that was. Morgana was a bit more muscular, something he noticed was true for Mark as well. It wasn't like he and Morgan didn't train, they kept themselves in shape and had well-toned bodies that would surprise most people under the layers of their usual baggy clothing. Though Morgan's flier uniform was her way of publicly showing off her goods, and in her tank top, Marc could tell Morgana had similar goods as well.

But something else he noticed about Morgana was just how tense she was. What was she doing, what was she stressing over that made her get like this? And so he was determined to try and undo as many knots as he could to give her the relief he believed she deserved.

At least, that was until he suddenly became in her neck.

Was it the sudden light that shined through and lit up parts of her skin? Maybe. In either case, he found himself a bit… entranced . It looked so similar to Morgan's that he couldn't help but slip into a small habit he developed to tease her at times. Leaning towards that spot more and more until eventually…

"HAhh!?"

Morgana gave quite a loud gasp, the loudest she's had yet as for the first time, she seemed to completely lose her composure. Body tensing, eyes widened, mouth widening, flames that surpassed mere flickers. A face of shock and surprise instinctively came over her as she was unable to keep focused.

How could she do so when she felt the warm, moist sensation of his lips pressing against her neck? A very sensitive spot of it she might add.

Her reaction shook Marc out from his small trance. Immediately he pulled his lips away, the sensation making Morgana briefly shudder as a small wet spot was left on her skin, immediately creating goosebumps under and around it. But it didn't stop her from turning her head back halfway and giving him a wide-eyed look.

"So-Sorry!" He told her, embarrassed at how his sudden actions he did with such little thought. What was he thinking!? After trying to ease her in and help her relax, why did he do something so drastic that she might not be comfortable with?

Yet instead of a glare or displeased look from Morgana like he expected, her face of surprise instead settled into something a bit more stoic and…longing?

"It's…fine. Like I said before, do as you wish…" She told him as plainly and composed a voice she could manage. Facing back forwards and away from him, she seemed to not mind what he did. but Marc could swear she sounded almost disappointed. More so than that, he thought her cheeks look a bit too bright as if she was…blushing?

'Is she…?'

This was a risk, this wasn't what he had planned, at least not like this. And yet…yet he felt compelled to act. So like his mother always said, it was time to tip the scales. And they couldn't be tipped without taking a risk.

"Huh?"

Morgana was confused when she noticed his arm reach around to cup her opposite cheek, turning her back towards him. It was unexpected. But more so than that was how close Marc suddenly was, and how their lips were inches apart.

Her face that she was on the verge of recomposing slightly slipped once more. Yet he couldn't see it as he had his eyes closed, while her eyes widened upon realization that he was leaning closer and closer till eventually…

"Mhmm~"

A small, muffled moan passed through both their occupied lips. A simple kiss, nothing too demanding, lustful, nor passionate. It was simple, and it was nice.

And for Morgana, it was too quick, ending just when her eyes closed shut.

Marc opened his eyes as he pulled back, giving Morgana a gentle smile. She looked a bit stunned and confused by what had just occurred, blinking as she looked at him and then glanced down at her lips, even bringing up a hand to touch them. But she didn't seem to dislike it, and to Marc, that was good enough.

But he suddenly felt a bit unsure when Morgana's eyes narrowed in a way that showcased a bit of annoyance, more so when it was directed at him. Before he could anticipate what she said, he let out a gasp when she suddenly gripped his collar with one of her hands and pulled him back towards him.

"Mhmm!?"

Now Marc was the one whose eyes were wide in surprise while Morgana's were closed. And that wasn't the only thing that flipped! The kiss which was simple and clean, now became something far more messy and passionate as Morgana showcased a hunger that for a moment, Marc mistook her for Morgan.

Her tongue slipped into his mouth, but there was more precision and thought put into its movements compared to Morgan. Not to mention the way she pressed herself against him and deepened their kiss. She was so similar to Morgan, and yet Marc could easily notice the subtle but distinct traits in their approach.

Morgan, as precise and careful crafty her actions could be, always felt like a wild storm, a force of nature that was difficult and sometimes even impossible to fight back against. But Morgana, no, she was too precise, this wasn't a storm or a force of nature, and yet it felt just as powerful.

And in the face of either, he succumbed to their lust and returned it just the same.

"Mhmm~"

Morgana surprisingly let out a moan, not caring that he heard it as his arms wrapped around her and pulled her closer. He tried returning the kiss as best he could, letting old habits and instinct take over as their tongues bumped against one another and he let his hands roam.

Yet, even so, he was still careful. He didn't let his hands wander too far, at most they held and groped at her thighs and hips, but her chest and ass seemed off-limits to him. And to Morgana, that seemed like an insult.

"Pwahh!"

Morgana suddenly separated their lips, taking a deep but composed breath compared to Marc's larger gulp. Both their lungs ached a bit and their cheeks were slightly flushed, yet Morgana's face was tinged with annoyance that made Marc worried.

Enough so that he didn't see her hand move towards his crotch.

"Ugh!"

Marc gasped and winced when he felt her hand grope his covered erection. Her grip was tight and firm, not painful, but not pleasurable either. Yet it was clear she intended to get his full attention.

"Listen here,"

She leaned towards his widening eyes with a narrow gaze, voice firm as she gave him a warning.

"I am not fragile. I am not some innocent or dainty maiden who needs to be cuddled and carefully treated. I will not crack or break easily, not by your hands at least. So if we're gonna do this, as I told you before, treat me with respect."

Her narrow eyes glared at his widened ones, with threatening flames blazing around her briefly. Marc could tell she was annoyed, but he couldn't quite figure out if she was angry as well. Perhaps a bit, but even so her warning was enough for him to realize that if she wasn't angry before, she would be if he didn't do as she demanded.

And so after taking a deep breath to calm him, he thought of what to do. And despite feeling a bit unsure of his idea, he decided to take that risk.

"Hmm?" Morgana narrowed her eyes in curiosity as she felt him adjust his grip on her, wondering what he was thinking. The answer was soon revealed, and it made her gasp as she was thrown further onto the bed.

*Pomf

"Ahh!"

Morgana winced from the sudden action. Her mind briefly jumbled before she recomposed herself and opened her eyes, finding Morgan leaning over her with a determined look.

And he was gripping her pants.

They looked at each other for a few moments, his determined face looking down at her more stoic one. And she broke that gaze by turning her head to the side, saying nothing but giving him silent permission with a small nod.

Marc didn't waste time in pulling her pants down her legs, exposing her skin as he removed the fabric along with her boots, tossing them onto the floor behind him. He took a moment to appreciate her appearance with so much skin on display, more than he's ever seen from her as she was left in a tank top and black panties. There was no denying it, despite how different their personalities were, Morgana and Morgan were practically identical physically. Same wide hips, thick thighs, large chest, and even though it was hidden, he wouldn't bet against a massively round ass.

Still, as amazing as she looked - and cute too with how she faced away a bit bashfully - he couldn't kneel there gazing down at her so lazily. Not after her warning, at least. He needed to show her that he was serious, that he respected her. And he believed that to do that, he couldn't hold back.

Morgana bit her lip and shuddered when she felt him shift apart her panties and expose her folds, no doubt dripping and wetter than she'd care to admit. But there was no hiding that now, all she had to do was wait for him to undress and enter so they could properly get started.

Except what he used to enter wasn't his loins, but his tongue.

"Huuah!?"

Morgana's eyes widened as she felt a slippery appendage slip past her entrance and into her passage. The sensation made her clench her eyes and arch back against the bed, unable to help a moan as some soft lips pressed against her own.

'He…He can't be…!?'

"Ahh!"

The fallen lass, so stoic and cold at times, was being turned into a squirming puddle as she withered over the sheets. Her head tossed and turned, eyes clenching shut while her mouth opened and closed repeatedly with a series of pants. Her fingers dug into the sheets for support along with her toes, legs flexing and her hips buckling towards the source of pleasure that stroked her core.

Morgana finally opened her eyes and looked down towards her legs, face flushed as she struggled to give an annoyed look towards Marc as he buried his head in between her thighs. His eyes were closed, and his fingers gripped her thighs, digging into her flesh with a firm grip as he pressed harder against her fold. He made Morgana toss her head back and moan, with Marc pushing harder against her thighs and lifting her feet off the bed, toes curled in the air as he continued to eat her out.

This...this wasn't what she was expecting, not by a long shot. She wanted to stiffen her moans, to hide her pleasure and yet she couldn't stop her body from reacting. A blissful sensation that ignited her purple flames to wrap softly around her body. She told him not to treat her like some fragile thing, and he was doing just that with how forward he was being, roughly exploring her insides with his tongue.

Here she was thinking he was underestimating her when she had been doing so to him far more.

Morgan bragged about it at times, giving her details she didn't ask or want to know. But now Morgana found herself wondering if Morgan was understating Marc's skills. Skills that were undoing a knot in her core so tight she wondered how she had ignored it this whole time.

"Ahhh!"

Morgana cried from her sudden orgasm, triggered when Marc slipped his tongue out and had it run over the sensitive nub that was her clit. In one quick and precise action, her floodgates opened and she threw her head back. Her body arched up from the bed as it was assaulted by several large waves of pleasure that did nothing to douse the flame that briefly engulfed her, All while Marc drank up her juices with loud gulps.

"Huh~ Huh~ Huh~"

Morgana wasn't sure how long she was lost in a daze, but by the time she came to, she realized she was panting. Basking in the afterglow of her orgasm, her limp body was shined with a light coating of sweat she didn't even know was forming from the pleasure before. But even so, she didn't care, she felt relaxed and relieved. She had needed that, far more than she'd care to admit.

'Gods, Morgan is never gonna let me hear the end of this when she finds out…'

Her eyes blink at that thought, a thought that should make her feel annoyed. And yet she didn't care all that much. Part of her felt like she could stop it all here and feel satisfied.

That part of her was lying.

As relieved as Morgana felt, she wasn't fully satisfied. She wanted, no, needed more. She was in too deep, and to her, it was no longer about getting this over with. No, if she was going to do this, she wanted to make it worth her while.

*Creak

"Ugh!"

Morgana lifted her body a bit and looked towards the source of that sound, finding Marc at the foot of the bed as he undressed. Seemingly struggling to undo his pants before finally pulling them off along with his small clothes and then turning towards her. She couldn't stop her eyes from briefly widening as he exposed his dick, fully erect and pulsing at attention. It was as big as Mark's.

Of course, that should've been obvious. But right now, she found that in her daze, Marc was reminding her of Mark in ways she hadn't considered before. And not just of him, but of a time long past. Happier times where their moments together were filled with more care and eagerness, instead of how they turned into a longing for relief as they assured the other they were both still together.

The memories of those happier times made her face look almost, vulnerable, something that made Marc pause. He had never seen her like this, at least to this extent. And for a moment it made him worry. But he soon banished those worries as he took this as a sign of her trust in him, of opening up to him.

And so he was determined to live up to her trust and then some.

It happened in a single blink to Morgan. One moment Marc was a foot away from her, the next he was leaning towards and right in front of her. Before she knew it their lips joined once more, and yet this was different from their previous two instances. It was simpler and more caring like the first, but it held similar passion and lust to the second. It was somewhere in the middle.

And that helped ease them both into what they felt next.

"Ahhh!"

Morgana broke the kiss, eyes closing and head tilting back as Marc entered her. His arm quickly wrapped around her waist, holding her close as he gently brought her back down against the bed with him atop her. While one arm held her, his other interlaced their fingers together. Gripping her hand and pressing it down beside her head, he felt her squeeze it as he entered more and more of his member inside of her, drawing out moans from her lips as she was stretched apart in a way that was so familiar, yet different.

"Ah!"

"Ugh!"

Morgana gasped while Marc groaned as he finally sheathed himself inside of her. Her walls were tight, very tight, just as tight as Morgan's, yet feeling a bit firmer. Luckily she was pretty wet, which would make it easier to slide in and out of her passage.

He adjusted his arms to better support himself and not place his entire weight on her. Still, they were close enough for their chests to press against each other, only separated by their respective tank-tops while her large breasts flattened slightly against him. But while they felt nice, Marc tried not to be too focused on it as he planted his knees into the mattress, getting himself in place as he started to move in and out.

"Agh!"

Morgana gasped once more, head pushing back against the mattress while her eyes were clenched shut. Her hands gripped the sheets and squeezed Marc's hand tightly. Her legs were spread out to the side and kept a bit up with how her thighs rested on Marc's knees, making it so her toes flexed in the air. Her response was caused by the thick, long dick that thrust gently in and out of her folds and stretched her walls quite wide.

'Da-Damn him~'

For the first time in her mind, Morgana cursed Marc. It was more out of pride than spite or anything of that sort. She had told him not to underestimate her, to not treat her like he was fragile. And yet it was almost like he was doing just that.

He wasn't necessarily going slow, but his pace could hardly be considered brisk. And the force behind each thrust, while firm, was hardly anything more noteworthy than a slap that sounded harder than it felt. Yet the fact that he went deep enough to bury himself in her passage before pulling right now was enough to make her squirm and moan no matter how much she tried not to.

She told him he couldn't easily break her, and she wasn't lying. But he wasn't trying to break her, no, he was making her turn putty and mush, and worst of all, it was working. With the lazy flames that continued to wrap softly around herself and him proof of that.

"Ahh!"

Morgana let out a loud gasp when she felt Marc press his lips against her exposed neck. Sucking and lightly nibbling the skin almost teasingly, he added another sense of stimuli atop his thrusts and the sensation of his body pressing down and holding her own.

He felt so warm, so gentle. And the sex, it felt so …soft .

She didn't know sex could be like this, to be so…relaxing. She was so used to it being filled with passion and relief that it had never occurred to her, or perhaps she had just forgotten.

And yet strangely, this wasn't all that different from what she had done with Mark before. She didn't know what it was that made them feel so distinct. Maybe it was the fact that she and Mark were so in sync with each other, that not a word needed to be exchanged as they worked together. They understood each other, they felt complete with each other as only nods and gestures were needed to get their points across. But with Marc, it was like he was…spoiling her. It wasn't better or worse, just different.

And she didn't think it was possible for her to like it so much.

"More~" She begged, almost pleaded as she wrapped an arm around Marc, pulling him closer against him as she started to buck her hips back against him before then demanding, "Give me more~"

Marc felt an urge to grin at those last words, though he also shuddered at the husky tone in her voice. She was like Morgan in more ways than some wouldn't think. But this wasn't Morgan, it was Morgana, and he needed to give her his best. And so if she wanted more, he needed to give her it, squeezing her hand so that she'd prepare herself.

*Slap!

"Ahh!"

*Slap *Slap

"Go-Gods! Marc!"


*Slap *Slap *Slap

"Oh! Oh! Oh!"

Mark gritted his teeth while Morgan let out a series of moans and gasps. Standing up in front of the bed, he held the girl up, bouncing her atop of his shaft while she kept her arms and legs wrapped tightly around him.

"Fuck!"

Morgan let out a cry, clenching her eyes and spasming. A minor orgasm rocked her body as she pressed against Mark harder. Her chest smushed up against his and her legs locked tight enough that Mark was feeling some discomfort.

But he still wouldn't falter, didn't slow down his thrusts or lessen his grip on her ass. Purple flames flickering around him and briefly engulfing him as though they gave or showcased his strength and will as he continued to thrust in and out of her passage with precise and focused movements.

*SLAP *SLAP *SLAP

"Fuck! Fuck! FuuuUUCK!"


"Gods yes~"

Morgana growled with an approving tone as she reached back and cupped the back of Marc's head, pulling him closer towards her neck as he pressed his lips against it. Her back was pressed against his front while they laid on their sides over the sheets, spooning with their hips rolling and slapping against one another.

"Ahh!"

The fallen lass let out a gasp as he gave another thrust. There was enough force behind his hips to create an audible clap of her ass cheeks, making her toes curl in the air while he held one of her legs up for better access. His other hand, meanwhile, wrapped under and grabbed ahold of her tit, kneading the fleshy mound through her top as he attacked her on three ends.

Attacks that seemed to only have fueled the visible flames of her desires and pleasures.

"More~"

Marc almost winced at the tone of her voice, the tone of her demand. And he didn't want to think what would happen if he didn't follow. While the flames that sprouted and briefly engulfed her weren't harmful by any means - in fact they looked and felt a bit nice - he didn't want to risk being burned by them.

*Slap *Slap *Slap

"Oh! Ohh! Ohhh!"


*Plap *Plap *Plap

"Ah! Ahh! Ahhh!"

Morgan was howling her moans, head hung low as she was on her hands and knees dug into the sheets. Her body rocked back and forward from Mark's thrust as he plowed her from behind. He held a firm grip on her hips, making sure each thrust was hard enough to send ripples in her flesh over her body and send a few droplets of sweat flying, deep enough to poke her womb and make her gasp, and fast enough that she'd barely have time to process it before he gave another.

She was processing it better than he would've expected.

"Th-That all you got!?" She teased, tossing her head back towards him with hazy eyes and a grin, yet still possessed a teasing and challenging look.

"You wanna fuck me, right? Well, put some more effort into it! This is nothing I can't handle!"

Mark gave her a narrow look for a moment, but after that moment his eyes closed and he relaxed. It made Morgan curious as to what he was thinking, but that curiosity soon turned into surprise by what he did next.

"Ahh!"

The lass gave a loud gasp as Mark suddenly leaned forward and took hold of both her arms, pulling them back and removing her support against the bed. Instead, he was now keeping her upper body up, using his grip on her arms to up the intensity of their fucking.

*PAP *PAP *PAP

"Fuuck!"

Morgan let out her crassest howl since they started this position. Her head flying back and eyes closed while Mark pulled her back against his hips with sharp, almost painful tugs. But that pain was honestly minuscule compared to the overwhelming sensation of it all as she could practically feel his flames of desires burning behind her. Her body shook under each thrust making her tits bounce wildly and clap against each other with enough force to make her wince.

Her eyes cracked open as she put on an almost lust-drunk face.

'Finally~'


"Hah! Hah! Hah!"

"Agh! Egh! Ugh!"

Marc gritted his teeth as he endured the forceful and heavy slams of Morgana's fat ass crashing down against his lap with increasing frequency. He could do nothing but hold onto her hips for dear life as the flier rode him rougher than she ever did to her own mount.

With her back turned to him, he was able to watch her enormous rear ripple and roll in its full glory, and it was a sight. Her rear was as large as Morgan's, but it seemed to be a bit firmer, as such he could notice subtle differences in the way it moved and felt. Not to mention, there were the brief moments of her purple flames engulging her in a passionate blaze before suddenly dispersing, leaving only flickers that lit up and briefly expanding in response to her pleasure.

But what he found more intriguing yet couldn't see as much as he liked was her face. No doubt contorted in pleasure as she was showcasing a side he'd never imagined her in.

"Hah! Hah! Hah!"

Morgana let out more and more gasps and pants as she bounced atop Marc's cock with precise and focused movements. Her legs pressed strongly against his sides to keep her in place, showcasing impressive form and strength in her thighs with how they lifted her body up and down his length at an almost unnatural pace.

Her hands, meanwhile, were left to roam, and where they roamed the most were her chest and face. She gave her tits quite a few squeezes, causing her to hiss and moan, especially when she tweaked her nipples in nipples through the fabric. She bit down on her lip as she gripped her face, holding it tightly for a moment before running the hand through her increasingly disheveled and sweaty hair.

Eventually, she had enough of her top getting in the way. Pulling it up and off her body, she tossed it to the side and revealed her lack of bra to Marc's momentary surprise. Though it was soon drowned out by her moans as she grabbed both her tits and squeezed them hard, prompting her to howl. In the process she tilted and turned her face enough for Marc to see her face.

Her eyes were closed shut, and her mouth was wide agape as moans traveled out. And more than just her face, Marc was able to see the entirety of her back now, skin clearly flushed with sweat and glistening under the sunlight that reached within the room despite the sun now starting to set. More and more droplets of sweat flew off from her rough riding as she showcased more and more of her differences compared to Morgan. As similar as they were, they were also quite different, just like a pegasus and wyvern.

Marc still wasn't quite sure which ones the two were, but in any case, it'd be difficult to tame either. A challenge he knew he couldn't back down from.


*PAP *PAP *PAP

"Ha! Hah! Ah!"

Morgan's moans and gasps flowed from her open, upturned mouth like a river. The source came from up her body, up to her loins as Mark continued to slam down into her gushing pussy at the foot of the bed. Her legs were outstretched to her sides while he pulled her arms up towards her by her wrists, keeping her barely suspended off the floor beneath her as she had little to hold onto for support. Yet even with the wood only less than a foot from her head, she was too focused on the pleasure that rocked her body to care

"Gods!" She cried, tossing her head around, eyes closed as she was overwhelmed by such blunt and rough pleasure. Her body shook under each violently thrust Mark gave, slamming down with a grunt as he tightened his hold on her wrists. Her tits shook and bounced, clapping against each other and sometimes her face, making her wince briefly before she was overwhelmed by the sensation once more.

This was…this was it, what she was goading Mark into and waiting for. She wanted him to let loose, to show her what he really was and be ruthless about it. And the fact that he did was enough to make her feel ecstatic.

It made them that much closer as she confirmed who he was, he was Morgan.

The thought was quickly dashed from her mind as Mark gave another slam down, one rough enough to rub against her most sensitive spots and trigger another orgasm.

"Fuckkk!" She howled as she came once more, shuddering as she felt Mark also cum and overflow her pussy as the backlash traveled down her body and onto her lust-drunk face that was almost tearing up with a grin.


*SLAP *SLAP *SLAP

"Ahh!"

Morgana howled as she threw her head back against the bed. Her eyes closed shut while gripping the sheets tightly as Marc continued to pound her pussy with forceful and merciless thrusts. But it wasn't just the overwhelming pleasure that made her cry out, it was the small bit of pain she felt as Marc bent her legs and held her feet over and beside her head while leaning over her.

"Fuck!"

Marc winced as Morgana freely cursed out into the room, her body writhing and squirming against the bed as he was just barely holding her down. Her body shuddered and spasm from the sparks of pleasure that made it impossible for her to summon enough strength to throw him off. Those sparks lit flames that blazed briefly around her body as he tried not to let it phase him while continuing to pound and hold her down. Still, Her legs continued to push back against his grip with quite a bit of resistance.

Turns out Morgana wasn't as flexible as Morgan was, considering she seemed to strain herself quite a bit with his approach while the latter could handle it better. But he was in too deep, he couldn't let up now. So he continued on, forcing her to maintain the stretch while he continued to plow her with such reckless abandonment and force. The bed creaked under them as her tits bounced and flopped widely.

More and more, she kept demanding more of him. She wanted more of his passion, more of his lust, more of his desires, more of him. Morgana demanded it all, and Marc was hopeless to resistance. All he could do was provide as best he could, feeling the strain in his body as he worked it overtime to fulfill her desires and hopefully give her a bit more than she bargained for. Enough that she'd be dazed for a while after she came, hopefully, long enough for him to get a break.

Because if she was anything like Morgan in terms of stamina, then he knew this was hardly over, not by a longshot.

"Gods!"

Marc grunted as he felt her pussy spasm and clamp around his cock as she experienced an orgasm. Though it was only a small one and not the large dam he hoped to break as evident by the brief flame that encased her. As such he continued to pound away, shaking the bed while she spasmed under him. Her face filled with a look of overwhelming pleasure, she struggled to keep her head over.

Her lips captured Marc's attention, and under the strain of his actions and the toll they were taking, he succumbed to the urge to lean down and take them for himself.

"Mhmmm~"

Morgana moaned into the kiss as they silenced her moans, their tongues dueling while she wrapped an arm around his neck, showcasing her intention of not letting him pull away. The heavy sensation of pleasure that wrapped around her overwhelmingly became a bit softer as she felt more at ease with it all. His hips still pounding away mercilessly, but with his weight feeling comforting, she could endure it more easily.

Her chest was squished against his own, and he kept her tongue occupied with his own, drawing moans instead of howls and cries. It was all so blissful to the girl that she felt her toes curl a bit more gently over her head as she succumbed to her desires and experienced another mind-numbing orgasm.


*Thump

Mark blinked when his back hit the bed, eyes looking up towards the ceiling as he showcased a rare display of vulnerability. No guards up as he merely let his bare, stained, and sweaty body take a rest, mere flickers of purple flames sprouting around him occasionally.

Taking this moment to rest, he was able to take in other aspects of the room besides just sights. The constant slapping of wet skin, creaking bed frame, moans, and shouts, they had ceased. Now they were replaced with the deep breathing of himself and Morgan, with the latter letting out the occasional groan while recovering from her last orgasm that left her limp and eyes rolled back.

The stench of sex hung over strongly, with a hint of vanilla mixed in that made it more bearable. There was also a bit of dust mixed in with how this room had been unoccupied for quite some time before they entered. While the staff at the castle did their due diligence, there was only so much cleaning necessary for a room not in use, at least not before they used it.

He heard some of the complaints and gossip a few of the castle staff had with each other after checking in on a room only to find that some heroes had used it for more private sessions. And while most of his and Morgan's antics were kept on the bed, he doubted the stains left on it wouldn't be a pain to clean out.

Not that he cared, it was their job to clean stuff like this up. Besides, there were worse things that heroes could do in these rooms other than rutting like animals. Though he could at least understand their frustrations with some who could take it overboard.

"Ughh~"

Mark heard the groan Morgan let out but made no effort to even glance at her. After continuingly goading and challenging him to give his best, she should face the consequences. And those current consequences appeared to be a sore body and lack of consciousness.

As for himself, he was feeling pretty alright. To be honest, part of him still wasn't pleased with this whole arrangement, more so about how it was initialized. But he'd be lying if he said the experience wasn't without merit. It was nice to let loose and get some pent-up aggression out now and then. And it felt pretty good.

His body felt a bit taxed, but nothing that bad. This wasn't the most demanding session he's had, not even close. But it did leave him with the need to take a bit of a break. And if things went how he wanted, Morgan would continue to be in a daze long enough for him to redress and leave.

Turns out he severely underestimated how long she'd be in a daze.

"Mhmmm~"

The sound of a hum much closer than the previous groan, along with the small creaks and shifting weight of the bed frame was enough to make Mark turn his head towards Morgan. And to some amount of expected surprise, he saw her rolling over and crawling towards him, eventually pressing and snuggling against him.

" Mhmm~ This is much nicer," She cooed, resting her head on his shoulder while draping an arm and leg over his body, getting herself comfortable.

Mark could only sigh, 'So much for slipping out before she could notice.'

He supposed he could still leave right now if he wanted. But with her now showing she was much more conscious than he thought, he believed leaving now would just make her complain and give future grievances he'd rather not deal with. So he'd have to wait till she fell asleep.

In any case, he made no effort to even wrap an arm around her, looking back up at the ceiling and not at her. At best, he saw parts of her head and her pressed against him in his peripheral vision. Though he couldn't stop feeling the sensation of her soft skin pressing against him which did feel somewhat nice.

But any pleasant experience he could have was seemingly dashed by what she said.

"So, take a break for another few minutes before we start fucking again?" Morgan curiously asked with quite a bit of energy, her eyes still closed.

Mark fought back the urge to groan or even sigh, "You're kidding me, how insatiable are you?" He asked almost in disbelief.

His question made Morgan laugh and grin, "Come on, we both know the answer to that. I'm a Morgan, we're quite insatiable," She replied, deepening her grin while her voice shifted into something huskier, "Besides, you're not one to talk, right?"

Her hand trailed down towards his still prominent erection, wrapping her fingers around it with a firm grip as she gave it some small pumps that made Mark grit his teeth.

Morgan's grin deepened as she leaned towards his ear and whispered, "As I told you before, no need to lie to yourself. We're all Morgan's here. So just enjoy yourself~"

Mark tried to find a response to her words, but just when he was considering mere silence, they were both interrupted by a loud cry.

"Fuck! Harder! Goddamn it, HARDER!"

*SLAP

"AHHH!"

The two turned their heads over to the corner door that led into the room's washroom, a room that was connected to another and housed their respective siblings and counterparts.

"Looks like your sister's having a good time~" Morgan teased Mark with a grin so smug that it made him roll his eyes and look away.

"That's her decision," Mark replied, trying to think about what he had heard. Morgana never really voiced complaints about what he did in his free time, so he had no right to criticize her. Still, he couldn't help but feel a small bit of jealousy. He never imagined hearing her get like that, not from someone other than himself that is.

"Ohh~ Is someone jealous?" Morgan teased, giggling as she couldn't let this opportunity slip by. "Don't worry, I'm here to keep you company~"

Mark didn't give her a response, but of course, she pressed on.

"How about this, we take a small nap, and then head over to join them?"

Mark turned to look at her, showcasing a bit of surprise and confusion at her suggestion, enough to make her laugh before replying, "Oh come on! You think I'm just gonna leave it at this? Hell no! There's only one way to end something like this! All of us together!"

Mark blinked at her before letting out a sigh and looking away. Not giving any sort of agreement or disagreement.

Something Morgan made sure to point out, "Fine, if you don't want to join, that's on you. But just know that means Marc's gonna have to deal with both me and Morgana, and as amazing as my brother can be, he's got limits just like you do. But by that logic, Morgana's also gonna have to deal with me and him as well. So are you gonna leave her to fend us both off by herself?"

He said nothing, his reaction prompting Morgan to end the conversation for now.

"Think it over, but in the meantime, I think I'm in the mood for a lazy blowjob. So if you don't mind~"

Mark stayed silent as he felt Morgan shimmy down between his legs, even so, he couldn't help but let out a small gasp when she popped her lips over his tip and began to smoothly and lazily bob her head up and down. Nothing as intense as the first blowjob she first gave him, but something that could be considered far more relaxing.

And Mark couldn't help but sigh as he moved a hand down to grip her head, hearing and feeling her give a small hum of amusement as he guided her on his length.

To hell with this night. Morgan had beaten him, and there was no use resisting. So he might as well just give in and have a good time. No longer suppressing the flames of his desires and allowing them to burn freely

And hopefully, in the process, leave the girl sore enough that she'd be feeling the consequences of all this tomorrow.


*Slap *Slap *Slap

"Agh! Hah! Ehh!"

Morgana groaned as she withered over the bed, flames flickering around her, her cheek rubbing along the sheets while her chest pressed down against it. Her ass, meanwhile, continued to be held up high for Marc to pound down against, creating loud slaps that rang across the room.

He leaned over her, one hand on her hip while the other held her arm, pulling it back towards himself and robbing her of some control. Her other hand continued to grip the sheets tightly, her tongue threatening to roll out of her panting mouth.

"Huh~ Huh~ Huh~"

Marc panted over the girl, on the verge of collapsing as he continued to work his hips past their limits to keep Morgana sated. If he let up too much, Morgana would potentially be let loose and he'd be powerless to hold her off, and yet he was practically exhausted from the constant orgasms he drew from her and vice versa.

Even now - squirming against the bed - she craved more. Her eyes were narrow yet almost upturned as she moved her hips back against him, meeting his thrust and making him hit deeper within her. And yet as amazing as it felt, as amazing as she felt, Marc was nearing a limit.

He just hoped she'd reach her's with this next orgasm as well.

"GODS!"

Thad lad cried as he slammed down against Morgana harshly, burying himself within her. A loud slap rang out that prompted the girl to give a small yelp, only to then moan as felt her passage once again be filled with the thick, potent seed that made her eyes roll back and her loins to respond in kind.

"Ugh!"

Marc gritted his teeth as he felt Morgana's orgasm trigger. Her walls clamped down on his shaft, milking it forcefully while a flood of warm, rough waves of her juices came rushing out. It made the lad wince as his dick was almost sore from the sensation, unable to help himself as he unconsciously pulled out. The result was accidentally shooting the remainder of his orgasm over the lass's back and rear, prompting her to shudder and moan while the remnants of their shared orgasm leaked from her folds.

Marc felt lightheaded. His body was exhausted as he was unable to prevent himself from collapsing to his side. Eyes narrowed, they closed more and more while the rest of his limbs went limp.

He needed a break, needed some rest of time to recuperate before he could go again in any meaningful - let alone enjoyable - sense. He's been through so long sessions before but never had he gone so long without even a break.

*Creak

And it looked like a break still wasn't an option for him.

Marc's eyes widened immediately after just closing. His body - having just gone limp and relaxed - tensed up. He felt dread overtaking him as he was terrified to turn his head towards the source. Yet despite not wanting to confirm his fears, he still did, and he saw Morgana crawling towards him. It didn't matter if those flames that once engulfed and continued burning around her now dwindled to mere, occasional flickers, not when there were clear flames burning passionately within her lidded eyes, showcasing a predatory, hazy, single-minded gaze.

How? How was she possible of this? Not even Morgan could last this long without going limp and dazed. Morgana was something else entirely.

In any case, it didn't matter now. She was crawling towards him, with Marc unable to do a thing to stop or escape. His body was too exhausted as Morgana proceeded to flip him on his back and straddle his waist.

"Egh~"

The lad winced as she rocked her hips, rubbing her messy folds over his semi-hard erection. Even if his body was exhausted, he knew his loins would react on their own. And it took just less than a minute for them to get hard enough for Morgana to have him re-enter.

Marc couldn't bear to look as he tossed his head back while feeling her raise her hips. But his curiosity and dread made him falter as he cracked an eye open, watching as she moved to grab his dick and guide it back inside of her.

Only for surprise to soon come over his face when Morgana was suddenly pushed off his hips.

"Ahh!"

The lass only gave a mild gasp as she found herself on her side, a bit winded yet still in a lustful daze as she attempted to get up. Only to find herself kept down and restricted as someone straddled her leg.

"I can't believe you got like this…"

Mark's voice was filled with an emotion that was difficult for Marc to pin down. Was it anger, disappointment, annoyance, sadness, or something else? Perhaps it was a mix, but the answer was something Marc was in no state to find out as he was still mostly stunned by his fallen counterpart's sudden appearance.

Morgana seemed to not care much though, continuing to try and escape from her current restraints. Yet it seemed as though Marc's efforts had indeed taken a toll on her as she could barely get her brother to budge. Annoyance and ire was clear on her face as her single-minded goal of seeking pleasure was interrupted and even halted.

Luckily for her, Mark didn't plan on keeping that goal from her much longer.

"Ah!"

Morgana's eyes snapped shut while she threw her head back. A loud gasp came from her mouth when Mark harshly thrust into her, holding her upper leg against his chest and hooking the knee over his shoulder. Her feet bounced and toes curled behind him as he continued to thrust into his sister with a force that made her cry and groan, squirming while she gripped the sheets. Her dwindling flames once again burned brighter with a new passion that lit some of Mark's own.

Marc continued to be stunned by the sight, mostly by Mark's appearance. But if Mark was here, then that meant...

"Oh boy, now this is a sight~"

Marc turned his head back and found Morgan standing over him beside the bed. A grin planted on her lips and a hand on her hip as she seemed amused by his current state.

"Come on, let's get you somewhere better to rest." She suddenly stated, leaning down and helping him off the bed. She wrapped one of his arms around her neck, having him lean against her. Marc did his best to lighten her load while she supported him, just barely getting enough strength in his legs as they walked away from the bed and towards the bathroom.

"Morgan, what are you…?"

"Don't talk, better to save your strength." She cut him off teasingly, yet Marc could tell there was concern in her motives as he gave in and stayed quiet. With Morgan glancing back at the two rutting fallen siblings on the bed, their flames resonating with one another and causing them to burn more and more passionately with every spark that lit one up.

'Hmph~ Suppose that's what me and Marc are like at times." She amusedly thought as both pairs of Morgan's got some needed alone time.


"Ohh~"

" Hmm~ Someone's enjoying the bath, and it's not just me."

Marc gave no response to Morgan's words as he laid peacefully in the spacious tub, back resting against the smooth edge while he leaned his head against the towel placed there for his benefit. He had only been in the warm waters for less than a few minutes and already he could feel his previous exhaustion slowly floating away.

"Gods, been a while since I've seen you like that~" Morgan playfully commented as she leaned against her brother's side despite how much room there was left in the tub. Iit was large enough to fit five-to-six people. In either case, it was clear Morgan was more than content by Marc's side as she rested her head on his shoulder and continued.

"Though to be honest, I can't help but feel a bit jealous I wasn't the one who made you like that. Well, I guess I was, but you know what I mean."

Marc nodded his head just a bit before responding to her words, "Yeah well, Morgana didn't give me any breaks. I think she can be more demanding than you at times," He explained, with the lass raising an amused and intrigued brow before he added, "So what about you?"

Morgan's face briefly scrunched up in thought before responding. "Better than I hoped!" She cheerfully replied with a bright smile before settling down and continuing with a more laid-back tone. "Though Mark got a bit too rough if I'm being honest. Guess that's my fault for goading him so much but still, he could learn to treat girls with more respect! I'm a delicate flower!"

Marc resisted the urge to roll his eyes at her words, knowing that being treated like a delicate flower would've been the last thing Morgan would've wanted as she continued to add more.

"Still, pretty sure I did a number of him as well considering he seemed more than ready to take a nap and head off. But you know me, couldn't end it there when there was still so much left to do. Hence why we made it to your side after I may have made him concerned or jealous of Morgana. After hearing how hard you two were going, I knew you'd need some backup, but I didn't think you were in that much trouble till I saw you."

"But hey, perfect excuse to give each of us some private time with one another. Plus I could use this bath too, so win-win."

Marc stayed silent after her explanation finished, feeling his sister snuggling more against him and disturbing the peaceful waters around them. A comforting silence coming over them, at least until…

"Fuck!"

Marc shifted his gaze towards the door where Mark and Morgana continued to fuck on the other side. If he focused enough, he could hear the sounds of skin-slapping as well. But Morgan paid it no mind, seemingly tuning the noise out, yet still gave her thoughts on them.

"Hopefully they tire themselves out a bit more for us when we join back in a few minutes. So get some rest Lil' Bro, cause I don't think any of us will be getting much for a while."

And with that, Morgan said no more. And Marc knew he should follow her advice.

Closing his eyes, he tuned out the noises that seeped through the door as best he could, relaxing his body even more under the soothing waters where Morgan's softer curves pressed against him. And yet despite not wanting to move his muscles one bit to let them recover, he couldn't stop the urge of wrapping an arm around Morgan's shoulders and pulling her closer.

Something that made the lass smile.


"AGH!"

Morgana howled out in pain and bliss that rocked her body and numbed her mind, Marc's cock continuing to stuff her ass. His arms wrapped around her legs and held her up, keeping the limbs bent and split apart while he pressed his hands against her neck.

She struggled against his grip, but as strong as she was, her body was taxed and weary, failing to summon the strength needed to break free. The passionate flames of her desires reduced to mere flickers that briefly burned brightly from sudden pleasure that rocked her. Her toes and fingers were left to curl in the air, her tits bounced and clapped against each other with enough force to make her wince and hiss.

Marc, meanwhile, continued to grit his teeth, knee's digging into the sheets as he struggled to keep his cock embedded in his sister's ass. The cum, juices, and spit that had coated his loins helped to make it easier to slide in and out of her tight rear, but it was still a challenge. Yet he didn't back down, his flames continuing to burn strongly with constant flickers as he pounded away at his sister with harsh, methodical thrusts.

They weren't frantic, his hips by no means a blur, and they weren't even consistently paced. A thrust may take a few moments or several more. The time in between would give Morgana a chance to pant and take a quick break from her high, able to briefly come down from her daze before it returned in full force when he thrusted right back up and stuffed her to the brim.

Marc knew that Morgana was dangerous when she got like this. When she was blinded by and craved more and more pleasure. It made her single-minded and a force to be reckoned with, one that he had trouble dealing with quite a few times. But it was because he'd dealt with this before he had learned a few tricks to help combat it.

And one such method was to take control away from her and give her just enough pleasure, but not overly indulge her. He gave her those moments of pleasure, yet also left her craving for more. In short, he took complete control and would force her to realize she wouldn't get that pleasure as quickly and frequently as she wanted.

He had to give Marc some credit, his efforts on Morgana made this easier to do than it usually did.

"HAAHH!"

Morgana howled when Mark thrusted into her ass one last time, unloading another orgasm that made the girl shudder as she felt her rump stuffed with his warm seed. The sensation triggered another small orgasm along with the many others she's experienced since he started fucking her ass. Her toes and fingers curled while the rest of her body went limp as she could merely let out a low moan.

Only to be followed by a groan as Mark proceeded to drop her.

"Huuh!"

Mark barely flinched when Morgana hit the bed on her face, ass raised high while the rest of her body seemed to be limp. He was certain that he'd broken her out of her lust-crazed daze while still sating her needs enough. Still, there was one way to make sure.

"Are you good?"

It was a simple question, one that elicited no response at first.

" Mmghhh ~"

Mark heard a muffled groan against the sheet, followed by Morgana's body falling on its side and revealing part of her face and an eye, an eye that looked at him with some ire and embarrassment.

The lad rolled his eyes before leaning down. Wordlessly, he grabbed ahold of her body and helped to readjust her so that she was laying in a more comfortable position with some pillows as well. Mark took a seat beside her as he also took this moment to relax and give his body a break. He was lucky he had rested up before coming to the room with Morgan, otherwise, he felt as though the challenge to sate and fuck Morgana out of her lustful stupor would've proved much more taxing.

"Sorry…"

Mark blinked before shifting his gaze towards his sister, her face turned away from him. He could hear the mixture of regret and embarrassment in her single-worded apology, and it made him sigh.

"Don't worry about it, just meant you were quite pent up and that Marc was making you feel good enough to want more," He assured her, not wanting her to feel some sense of guilt as he opted to share his own. "But I suppose that means I'm also to blame as well. I should've noticed your situation earlier. I thought if there was a problem, you'd come to me."

Morgana was silent, not saying a word. But she still reacted as Mark noticed her limbs huddle closer against each other in a bashful expression, though he didn't notice the pink tinge that dusted her cheeks.

"Ever since we were summoned, we haven't been able to just relax with one another as we used to. Just the two of us, we've both been…distracted by other things..." Marc continued, showcasing a tinge of sorrow in his voice.

Yet surprisingly, Morgana didn't seem to share that same smile.

"Those distractions haven't been all that unpleasant thought," She countered, sounding a bit firm in her words.

Words that Mark agreed with, "Yeah," He took a few moments to recall some of those distractions, distractions that had resulted in moments he could almost look back upon perhaps fondly. "Even so, they still distracted us from each other…Or perhaps more actually, they distracted me from you."

Mark spoke those words intending to take most of the blame. When he had seen Morgana in her lustful daze, it hit him just how much he had neglected her. Their times together were some of their most important, and while they didn't necessarily stop once they came to Askr, they had decreased. But Mark had other things to make the burden strain less for him, and he had assumed Morgana had done the same.

He felt foolish he hadn't realized that it had been weighing on her more than he realized.

As such, he didn't want her to feel guilty for losing control. She was more than justified in doing so. Besides, he had little room to act high considering he let Morgan get the better of him and have him let loose against her.

"...So how was it?"

Morgana's sudden question caught Mark a bit off-guard, but he replied after a moment to think it over.

"Not unpleasant, if a bit frustrating at times…"

It was a simple answer, but his tone revealed more to Morgana. He didn't state those first two words with unease or annoyance, just as though it was a simple fact. And she knew that for him, that meant he enjoyed it quite a bit, even if he'd never fully admit it. But his next few words gave her a much better idea of his time with her counterpart.

And she couldn't help but feel a rare urge, an urge to tease.

"She had you in the palm of her hand, didn't she?"

Mark sighed, "Yes…" There was an air of defeat in his words, but it was mostly filled with acceptance. Morgan had won their battle, even if he pounded her hard enough to become limp and dazed, it was what she wanted, and he had given it to her.

"What about you?" He then asked, a tad curious.

Morgana - similar to him - took a moment to answer, "I didn't have many expectations, but I'd say they were pleasantly surpassed." Her voice also attempted to state those words like a simple fact, yet they came out a bit more soft and warm than she would've liked. And to Mark, that meant that she felt embarrassed about the fact of how much she liked the exchange.

Neither of them had been that enthusiastic to try out this case of sibling swapping, but low and behold, it hadn't been all that bad to them. Enough that they wouldn't mind continuing it, for now at least.

"Ahh! Now that was a good bath!"

The fallen twins looked towards the cheerful voice to find Morgan stepping out from the washroom with a satisfied grin. She raised her arms above her head, showcasing her newly cleansed bare body with Marc behind her.

Looking at the two, the Lass from Afar gained a grin, hand on her hip as she said, "Looks like you two seem more composed, especially you Morgana~"

The Lass of Darkness rolled her eyes before turning her body so that her back faced her non-fallen counterpart. It made Morgan chuckle, "Fine, you can keep on resting if you want. But in the meantime, I think I'll get more familiar with both my brothers~"

Her grin turned hungry as she revealed her intentions, prompting Marc and Mark to glance at one another as they realized what they were in for.


"Haha! I'd like to think I'm good at swordplay, but this is the first time I've ever dual-wielded!"

Morgan's joke prompted Mark to roll his eyes, yet Marc could only wince as he endured his sister pumping his shaft with a firm grip. Her other hand did so for Mark as well, kneeling in front of both lads with their blades pointed straight at her.

And she could only grin at them both.

"Hmm~ Yep, as far as I can tell, seems to be about the same size for both of you." The girl commented as she examined both their dicks, seemingly trying to find any distinct differences between the almost identical junior tacticians. And so not finding any difference in their length or girth, she opted to try a different trait, their taste.

"Agh!"

Marc gasped when Morgan leaned in towards his tip and flicked it with her tongue. Her hand steadying itself around his base, keeping the shaft steady while she proceeded to give his lower head a few more licks while still eagerly pumping Mark's length.

Finally, she popped her lips over top, creating a tight seal that slid over his length. She bobbed her head halfway down his shaft quickly a few times, drawing gasps and moans from Marc before pulling back. A wet pop rang out when she released his shaft, glancing up and giving her brother a cheeky and sultry wink before glancing towards his fallen counterpart.

"Don't worry, I didn't forget you~" Morgan assured, prompting another eye roll from the fallen lad as he looked away. Yet he couldn't stop his face from tensing up when she started to perform the same licks as she did for her brother, though these were a bit more teasing. Her other hand, meanwhile, began to pump her brother's shaft once again. Her actions drew gasps from him, with muffled groans from Mark when she finally started bobbing her lips down his shaft, humming over it as well.

After a few bobs, she pulled back with a loud, exaggerated gasp. Continuing to give them steady pumps, she spread out her spit over their shafts and gave them some much better lubrication. Their lengths were coated in her saliva, shining from it as she looked up at the two with a cheeky grin.

" Hmm~ I think Mark tasted a bit sourer, but honestly, I can't really tell. Not that it matters when you're both delicious!" She told them both cheerfully, only to then get a mischievous look as then said, "In fact, I think I just want to gobble you both up~"

It took both Marc and Mark a moment to understand her words, shock quickly coming over their faces.

"Morgan, wa-AHH!"

"Don't you da-UGH!"

Their pleas and warnings came too slow and were interrupted when Morgan gave both their dicks a tug a squeeze. It caused the lads to bump their hips together, bringing their identical shafts close enough for Morgan to engulf them both in her mouth with one fell swoop.

Their dicks pressed together as they shared the tight, warm, moist cavern of her mouth while she slobbered them both with her tongue. And as much as they wanted to pull away, especially Mark, they were halted by the grip she had on both their bases.

Not to mention, they were reluctant to do so when it felt rather good with the work she put in. Each trying to focus on the sensation from Morgan and not the sensation of the lad beside them.

But while Morgan loved to look up at their conflicted faces of pleasure and unease, she found a bit more joy at turning her expression sideways towards the bed. Her gaze fell on the fallen lass laying at her side, looking at the trio with narrow eyes.

Morgan gave Morgana a cheeky wink, somehow grinning even with the cocks that stretched her lips. She said no words, but spoke something Morgana could understand.

"If you're jealous, then use that."

A challenge, that's what she gave her counterpart before turning her attention back on the two lads. As she was busy trying to draw them both to an orgasm that would leave them blissful and then awkward, Morgana thought about that challenge.

And a surge of motivation swells up within her. Her lips curled just the tiniest bit as she felt an emotion that was rare for her to feel, competitive .

And with purple flames burning quickly but brightly around her, she knew just what she was going to do.


*SLAP *SLAP *SLAP

"Egh!"

"Agh!"

"Stop fidgeting around! Hard enough to move like this already!"

Morgana practically barked at the two lads as she struggled to keep herself composed while being stuffed by their cocks in both her lower holes. Sitting on the lap of her fallen brother, she rose and fell atop of his cock while rolling and bucking her hips back against Marc, who stood behind her and stretched her insides past her pucker star. Her teeth clenched as she endured a sensation that threatened to prove overwhelming, enough that she could already feel quite a bit of sweat dripping down her curves.

"Ahh!"

Morgana couldn't help but gasp when a sudden, erect thrust from Marc filled her ass despite already having her pussy stretched by Mark, a change from alternating between the two. The force sent her forward against the fallen lad, her chest bumping against her own while she tightly gripped her shoulders for support. Her brother's hands held her ass, keeping her plump cheeks spread for his counterpart to more easily thrust between while he gripped her hips for support.

Mark glanced at his sister as she grew increasingly frantic and sloppy with her actions. After being so demanding and focused at first on what she wanted, it seemed as though she was slipping. Or more likely, she was pushing herself. He knew getting her to stop completely would be out of the question, and so he had to give her what she wanted some other way.

Without warning to his other two partners, he stood up. It prompted a gasp and shout from Marc and Morgana, with the latter finding herself dangling off the floor and sandwiched between the two.

Before she could even demand what he was doing, Mark cut off any questions with a quick, deep thrust, clapping his balls against her underside and making her tip her head back and gasp. The force also sent her back against Marc who almost stumbled but was able to keep his ground, instinctively bucking back against the lass.

"Fufu~"

Morgan chuckled from the bed as she watched the trio continue, lazily playing with her leaking clit while cum from her previous session dribbled down her grinning lips. She couldn't help but be amused by how Morgana, in her attempt to showcase her prowess, had the tables turned on her as Mark and Marc thrusted alternatively against the dangling girl. But even if she was no longer in control, she showcased her resolve not to give in as she bucked her hips against the two greedily while her flames became a bit more wild.

Morgan watched as Morgana shifted her hands to wrap around both the lads' necks. How Mark tightened his hold against his sister's ass to the point where his fingers were sinking deep within the firm flesh. Marc also readjusted his grip from the rider's hips to her dangling legs, lifted them by their thighs, having them stretch outwards. Her legs jolted as she bounced between the two, toes curling while her tits jiggled from it all.

And while her face didn't showcase ecstasy as much as Morgan's would've, it was clear that the girl enjoyed the pleasure, and wanted more.


"Huh~ Huh~ Huh~"

"Hah! See, I told you he could handle us both riding him!"

Morgan gleefully repeated her earlier claims towards the back of an almost blissful, panting Morgana. The fallen lass didn't seem to hear, very less care, about her words, not as she continued to buck and grind her loins over Marc's face. Morgan doing similar movements over her brother's lap as she opted for a more leisurely fuck this time.

There on the bed, Marc laid on his back, straddled by the two riders as they mounted either end of him in the same direction. It wasn't the first time he's done something like this, but that didn't make it any less challenging. Marc himself had opted to use the washroom for a quick rinse, leaving Marc at the whims of the two lasses. He was just lucky that they weren't going all out with this position, otherwise, he'd have a much harder time enjoying himself.

His arms wrapped around Morgana's sides, gripping her firm ass as he ate the girl out. Luckily a quick hex removed any traces of Mark's or his seeds from her loins so he didn't have to worry about that, but it was still a bit strange. In any case, he pushed past that uncertainty to thrust and explore his tongue within her leaking passage and drink up the surprising tasty nectar. Though he found the true pleasure to come with the sight as he looked up at Morgana, her usually stoic face was so easily thrown away, opening up as she let out a series of moans and pants while the pleasure was shown clearly on her face and the long streams of purple flames that flickered occasionally around her.

For Morgan, he didn't even try to move his hips, already telling from his sister's movements just how content she was to do all the work. They had done this enough already to instinctively tell what the other wanted and how they wanted it after a couple of movements. And by the way Morgan rolled and swayed her hips over his lap, she seemed more than ok with taking this fuck slow and steady. With her leaning a bit back and planting her hands on his thighs to steady herself, no doubt having an open mouth and closed eyes.

"Fuck! Deeper!"

"Mhmm!?"

Marc winced as Morgana suddenly started to get more demanding. Her hands, which had been groping her tits, now moved down to grip his head, pushing him harder against her crotch as she sought out more. She even grinded against him more forcefully as well.

" Hehe~ Someone wants more." Morgan chuckled as she noticed the sudden shift, leaning forward as she said, "Better do what she wants now, Lil' Bro, before she starts to get out of control. In fact, how about I help you out?"

"Ahh!"

Morgana gasped when Morgan reached around to grope her breasts, prompting her to lean back towards her fellow lass. She let out a series of moans from the siblings that pleased her on two fronts, with Marc eating her out and Morgan groping her tits. Their actions fuelled her flame of pleasure as they burned brighter and brighter around her with each spark.

All the while, the two girls continued to not notice Mark's narrow gaze as he silently re-entered the room.


"Ohh! Someone's getting rough! Is he jealous?"

"HAH!"

Mark ignored Morgan's taunts, instead focusing on the gasps and moans he elicited from his own sister's lips as she rubbed her bosom against her fellow lass. The two riders had dismounted from Marc for a new position, with Morgan on her back and Morgana atop of her. Their chests and loins pressed together while Mark roughly thrusted in between the latter.

He gripped their hips, gritting his teeth as he focused his efforts. Enough force in his thrusts to the rock and shake the two girls. They each let out moans and yelps whenever he entered one of them, followed soon by a whine when he pulled out and switched, one's louder than the other's.

He found it challenging to sate both girls, withMorgan taunting and riling him up, daring him to keep going harder and faster. And while Morgana gave no verbal demands, the way she bucked and rolled her ass back eagerly towards him was enough of a message.

Gods, what did he get himself into?

It didn't matter , he couldn't back out now. And so he kept on, thrusting between and switching from both girls. His hips started to become a blur, enough force behind each thrust to create a loud clap of skin followed by a yelp. It was an interesting sight, one that made Marc a bit unsure as he sat off to the side.

'Huh, is that what I look like when I get too into it?' He wondered as he took the opportunity as a spectator to wonder if what he was seeing was similar to what others saw. It didn't help the fact that the man looked identical to him.

He couldn't help but feel like the strangeness of this whole ordeal was hitting him quite hard. Though it was hardly enough to make him hesitate or even think of stopping.

He couldn't deny that he still wanted a bit more. And from the looks of the other participants, they had similar thoughts.

*Slap

"Ahh!"

"Oh! Spank me too! Come on!"


"Ahhh~"

Marc let out a relieved moan as he leaned back, hands planted against the bed behind him while he sat on the edge. The source of his relief came in the form of Morgana kneeling between his legs, her plush tits wrapped around his cock as she kneaded and pumped them against his shaft rather caringly, at least for her.

She looked rather, well Marc couldn't quite describe it besides potentially relaxed. Whatever purple flames appeared seemed rather calming for as long they'd flicker about. Stands of her messy hair-splitting apart and sticking to her forehead, blocking parts of her eyes. It prompted Marc to extend a hand and tuck some of those strands out before placing a comforting hand on her head.

The action caused her to glance up at him, the first time she's done so since starting. But it lasted for only a moment before she went back to focusing on his cock. She had half a mind to push away his hand, but opted to do nothing. It wasn't like he was forcing and attempting to control her movements, instead, he merely kept it there for support. Besides, it felt almost nice the way his fingers would dig into her hair and scalp based on her actions, another indication of the fruits of her efforts along with his moans.

She was almost dutiful in her actions, which made sense to her since she considered this her way of returning the favor for when he went down on her loins. Still, it didn't hurt that she found the taste of his cum not entirely unpleasant, of course being similar to Mark's if a bit less salty. She was mostly quiet as she slurped the seed up and licked around his glans, only letting out a few slurps or hums when she leaned down to lick at his exposed cockhead. But that was nothing compared to her counterpart.

"Ohh! Careful there! Gonna poke my eye out!"

Mark didn't even have the care to groan - let alone growl - at Morgan's teasing words. Not even a brief, dark, and threatening flame appeared. He had already become somewhat numb to her taunts, instead indulging in the sensation of her tits as he continued to fuck them.

Morgan and Mark were positioned next to their siblings, with Morgan laying on her back as her head rested over the edge. Though she didn't seem to mind much as she leaned up towards the cock that continued to poke out of the valley of her breasts, her arms bent and pressed against the side to keep them nice and compact. Mark, meanwhile, straddled her stomach, hands planted down on either tit while he thrust in between. He had to admit, for all the faults he found in Morgan's characters that got on his nerves, her body was not one of them.

In either case, his thrusts were somewhat rough, causing a prominent clap that made Morgan occasionally gasp as she felt her plush tits shake and the flesh ripple from each impact. Though it wasn't like she disliked the sensation at all. No, it was quite enjoyable, and it made her grin.

"Gods, so rough~ Does someone enjoy my tits that much?"

Mark didn't even glance at her. Giving her a reaction would be pointless, though he supposed she would see no reaction as also positive. Either way, he would've found it annoying. So he continued his thrusts and enjoyed her tits wrapped around his cock.

Morgan's grin fell as she felt conflicted by his lack of reaction. On one hand, he was fully showing how much he enjoyed her body. On another, it was somewhat boring and not as fun for him not to give her something else as well.

Oh well, she supposed she's been teasing him a bit too much that he's gotten used to it. At this point it'd be best to tone it down and just enjoy the sex.

Or she could just tease someone else.

"Speaking of enjoying tits. How about it, Lil' Bro, are her's better than mine?"

"Huh?"

Marc was brought out from his small haze by his sister's sudden question, finding her now looking at him with a small grin. He had just heard her words, and in his current state, gave an honest response.

"Does it matter? They both feel great." He replied, showcasing his own lack of care for Morgan's attempt at teasing. His mind was already hazed from all the great sex, not to mention he was mostly used to her antics and had developed some tolerance for them.

But the lass wasn't going to end like that, "Of course it matters! I'm interested to know if you can tell any differences? And if one feels better than the other! It doesn't even have to be about just our boobies and more how we use them!"

"Know what? Let me check how they feel once again!"

Just like that, Morgan moved her closer arm out towards Morgana. Her limb brushed against the fallen lass's tit and made her flinch. Only to then yelp when Morgan planted a hand on one of her tits and squeezed it.

"Yep, they still feel a bit firmer than mine!" The junior tactician exclaimed as she gave her counterpart's chest another grope and drew another yelp. Morgana quickly slapped her hand away and gave her a glare and threatening flame, to which Morgan only chuckled at.

Her actions made all the other Morgan[s glare at her in some bit of annoyance, only to then glance at each other as they shared a silent conversation of mutual understanding. One that made Morgan blink when they looked back at her with stoic looks.

"Uhhh…Is something the matter?" She asked, getting a bit worried.

And yet despite being worried, she also couldn't help but rub her thighs together in some bit of anticipation.


"Mhhggmm!"

Mark winced as Morgan's muffled screams rattled around his cock, his loins stuffing her throat with the lass laid on her back and spit-roasted by him and her brother. The pegasus rider found herself trapped between the two as Marc's thrusts would force her to choke on his counterpart's cock and vice versa. Oh, and there was the fact that she was pinned down by Morgana's body as the fallen lass laid atop of her, licking around her folds while Marc thrust within them.

The trio of Marc, Mark, and Morgana had silently agreed it was time to give Morgan some payback. And to do that they opted to give her exactly what she wanted, but making it a bit hard for her to enjoy.

Morgana positioned herself to keep the girl pinned down, her legs restricting the teasing lass's arms and making her only option to grip the sheets for support. Morgana's hands, meanwhile, kept a firm hold around Morgan's ass, less to keep it raised and more to keep it steady for her tongue to probe.

Marc already had her hips lifted with his grip on her thighs, keeping them spread and preventing her from even wrapping them around his waist while he gave firm thrusts. But he also made sure to keep his thrusts from being too frequent, knowing how much Morgan hated being kept waiting when she got horny enough. To not even give her the option to easily buck against him must've been driving her crazy as she continued to squirm and curl her toes in the air.

Mark, for his part, kept a firm hold on the girl's neck and head, keeping it steady while he fucked her upturned face. He could hear the small clap of his balls against her head in tandem with his thrusts, along with the wet slurps and muffled groans that escaped her sealed lips. And he couldn't help but grit his teeth occasionally at the hot breath that tickled the underside of his wet cock from her nose as she attempted to breathe with her mouth blocked.

He made sure to pace his thrusts not to overwhelm but still leave her quite dazed. That was what they all were doing, making sure to assault Morgan on different ends with quite potent strikes, but not something she'd necessarily be overwhelmed with. It was to wear her down, give her what she wanted but deny her the full pleasure as well. And by the way she desperately attempted to squirm but failed to even really buck her hips showcased it was working.

Still, the fallen lad couldn't help but find himself distracted when he looked down. True, the sight of watching Morgan's throat stretch with his cock was something, but he was more enticed with his own sister's full, round ass.

It swayed and rolled in front of him, occasionally bumping into his waist when he thrust forward. He was practically entranced by it as his focus on Morgan waived and instead shifted to the sight of Morgana's folds, leaking a myriad of previous orgasms from herself, her brother, and his counterpart onto Morgan herself.

He couldn't stop himself as he indulged in some cravings. Pulling back, his loins popped out of Morgan's mouth, resulting in the girl coughing and gasping loudly as she took in the biggest gulp of air she could. Her eyes rolled back in place after staying upturned for so long, a few tears had fallen from the overwhelming sensation of it all. Both from pain and pleasure.

But Mark barely paid Morgan much mind as he shifted his grip from her neck to his sister's hip. The sudden grip caught the attention of Morgana as she glanced back in mild confusion, only to then go briefly wide-eyed when her brother thrust within her passage and drew a gasp from her.

"Ahh!"

It didn't help when Morgan finally started to get her bearings once again. Her blinking eyes settled as she felt warm droplets on her neck and face, prompting her to look up at Morgana's folds. She was still pinned down by her arms and it was still difficult to buck her hips from Morgana's and Marc's grip, but she could still get back at the girl like this. And so she grinned as she leaned up.

"Ahh! Damn it!"


"Hah! Ah! AAhh~"

A stream of moans flowed from Morgana's lips as she bounced atop Marc's cock, legs spread wide and feet planted on either side as she rode him with fierce passion. With her back facing him, she planted her hands on his chest while his own held her hips as they worked in tandem with their movements. Helping her to rise and fall on his length while also adding in a few sways and rolls to enhance the pleasure.

"Mhmmm~"

Morgan, for her part, also joined in as she lay on her chest, leaned in towards the two. One hand gripped her brother's thigh and kept it out of the way to not impede her movements. Her other hand gripped and held his heavy nuts, rolling them in her palm while she dragged her tongue over the potent sacs and the trickles of shared juices that dribbled down from Morgana's loins.

It occasionally prompted her to flick her tongue upwards towards the girl's folds whenever they were close enough, drawing a gasp or moan from her lips as Morgan found herself enjoying the sight of Morgana squirming. The girl's eyes lidded and hazed with pleasure as she just let herself go, freely expressing her enjoyment.

Just as she was expressing her own.

"Ohh!"

The lass from afar let out a moan as she felt another slam against her raised rear, a clap of skin created against her ass that made her cheeks jiggle. Her flesh ripple as she was pushed further against the sheets, kept mostly in place thanks to Mark's grip, His hands keeping a firm hold on her hips while he continued to slam down against her rather harshly.

And she was loving it.

"Ugh!"

The fallen lad gritted his teeth as Morgan continued to slam back against him, matching his thrust blow for blow as her ass and his hips meet again and again. Each time his length was buried deep within her tight walls, it elicited quite a bit of pleasure for them both.

Pleasure they craved even more of.


"Oh! Oh! Oh!"

"Ah! Ah! Ah!"

Morgan and Morgana continued to gasp and moan in front of the other, ample bosoms pressed together while they rolled their hips back against their respective brothers. And to Morgana's annoyance, Morgan made them hold hands. But to her greater annoyance, she was gripping her hands harder than Morgan gripped her's for support.

Their brothers both resisted the urge to pant as they firmly held their sister's hips, driving their own hips into their snatches with greater and greater force. Each thrust clapping against their lass' ass and sending them against the other, making their chests rub more against each other and almost bring their faces colliding.

At least until Morgan decided to just indulge herself regardless of the potential consequences.

"Mhmm!?"

Morgana's eyes bulged as her lips were suddenly taken by Morgan's own, her reaction stunned and shocked before she pulled away.

"What do you think you're doing!?" She demanded, sounding crossed and embarrassed.

Yet Morgan only giggled and grinned.

" Mhmm~ You taste sweet, with a hint of salty~" She stated before leaning back and locking lips once again. Morgana let out another muffled gasp before a moan soon escaped her, with Morgan's tongue already slipping in and brushing against her own as she swapped spit with her counterpart.

Morgana could only shudder as she found her will to resist quickly fading. The kiss, while surprising, wasn't completely unpleasant. And with the sensation of their chests and hardened nipples rubbing against one another with her brother thrusting into her snatch from behind, it was hard to pull away.

So she let Morgan have her way for now but made no efforts to return the kiss, not yet at least.

The sight spurred on their respective brothers as they started to pound their sister even faster, making the lasses moan into the kiss. The girls rolled their hips back, their minds becoming a heavy fog of lust and mush as they indulge in their primal desires.

No one said anything, not even a tease or comment from Morgan as the only thing that came out of their mouths were sounds of pleasure. No hesitation as they all moved as one in search of greater pleasure. And yet despite the heights they already reached, they craved just a bit more. Their lust and desires seemed as insatiable as their curiosity.

But everyone had limits. And just like the sun that could only stay up for so long before it started to rise, the lads and lasses started to descend towards their own respective sunset.


"Mhmmm~"

"Ermmmm~"

Morgan and Morgana kneeled in front of their brothers, all their bodies aching from exhaustion yet willpower keeping them going. The lasses gave muffled moans, azily bobbing their heads on their brother's respective shafts with tired movements that were just barely fueled by their passion. One final shower was needed to drown the flames of their desires.

Morgan looked up at Marc with as innocent a gaze her tired eyes could muster, hoping the contrast of that with her sucking his dick would help bring him over the edge. She found her usually boundless energy almost completely drained, needing to grip her brother's hip for more support than she usually needed. But despite how tired she felt, she was determined to get him over the edge. If only he could hurry it up and cum.

Morgana did no such tricks on Mark as she focused on his shaft completely. Her lips kept a firm seal around his girth while her tongue slithered against his flesh, a low hum also added to add some extra stimulus. The purple flames that managed to light around her were practically non-existence, at best being a mere flicker. But the flames in her eyes continued to burn strongly even if it wasn't as large, something she showed Mark when she glanced up.

Marc and Mark found their gazes focused on their sisters, such a sight difficult to look away from. But both were compared to glance at the pair beside them, first at the lass they had grown more familiar with, and the lad who they had developed a more understanding bond with.

The two's eyes met, and they nodded in silent agreement.

As one, they each pulled their respective sister's lips off their cock, resulting in wet pops and looks. Morgana gazed up at her brother with narrow, questioning eyes, and Morgan's look was almost like a pout as she was starting to get into it.

But both girls could only blink in the realization of what the lads had in mind when they started stroking in front of them.

Morgan's lips settled into a grin as she glanced at her brother and his counterpart, her gaze falling on her fallen counterpart. Leaning against her, she wrapped an arm around her shoulder, prompting Morgana to give her a small glare. But Morgan merely gestured toward their brothers with a look that Morgana immediately understood and caused her to roll her eyes.

The lass from afar rolled her tongue out invitingly, arm under her bust to hold it up while she fluttered her eyes. Morgana did nothing as extravagant, yet she still glanced at the two lads with looks of approval that let them know she didn't want to be left out.

As one, the two lads grunted while they came, a sticky shower that was pitiful compared to their earlier loads unleashed. But even the amount they let out now was plentiful enough to accomplish its goal of marking the two lasses. Cum landed on their face, hair, tits, and shoulders. Though Morgan was ecstatic from the sensation, Morgana couldn't help but flinch whenever a load landed on her face.

But when it was all over, both lasses could only shudder at the sensation.

Marc and Mark were panting heavily as they came down from their orgasm, exhaustion from the whole ordeal finally starting to hit them and settle in. The former hunched forwards and clenched his knees for support, looking straight down at the ground with tired eyes. The latter leaned back and gripped his hips as he looked up towards the ceiling.

But both found their gazes brought back towards their sisters when they heard the sound of slurping.

It was no surprise to them to find Morgan eagerly lapping up the cum that coated her. It didn't matter how tired she was, she was craving their spunk, and she wasn't just gonna let it go to waste. However before she even finished cleaning herself of half of the lads' seed, she glanced towards her counterpart to find her wiping off the cum that covered her, to Morgan's horror.

"Hey! Don't just waste that!" She exclaimed and - without warning - moved against Morgana. The fallen lass gasping as she found herself leaning back, needing to plant an hand behind her to keep herself up while Morgan pressed against and slightly atop of her, "Guess I have no choice then~"

"Ahh!"

Morgana let out a yelp when Morgan leaned down and dragged her tongue over her skin, licking up the cum and bringing it into her mouth. She tried to push her off, but her strength was practically drained as evident in the only flames she sprouted being pitiful flickers. It didn't help that the sensation was making it harder to summon strength as Morgan's tongue dragging over her skin created goosebumps that made her shudder and attempt to stiffen her moans.

"Huh?"

Morgana gave Morgan a confused look as the girl looked towards her with her mouth open, showcasing the loads of spunk she had scooped and stored into her mouth before closing it back up. But she didn't swallow it down, which made the fallen lass nervous.

That was until she realized the mischievous lass' plan.

"Don't yo- MMHHMM!? "

Morgana's eyes widened as she let out a gasp, muffled by Morgan's lips as she swapped spit and cum with her fellow lass. Morgan squirmed underneath her as she tried to escape, but Morgan wouldn't let her. And eventually, Morgana found herself falling as she wrapped her arms around her counterpart, eyes lidding as she returned the kiss.

Marc and Mark blinked in stunned shock at the display, uncertain of how to respond as they watched their respective sisters make out and rub their cum coated bodies against one another. That was until both lads gave a whiff of their nose and scrunched up from the powerful odor that assaulted them.

"We stink…" Mark merely commented as he brought an arm up to protect his nostrils, Marc doing something similar and nodding in agreement as they found themselves almost unable to properly enjoy the sight beneath them.

Almost being the keyword.

"Mhmmm~"

Morgan couldn't help but moan as she felt one of Morgana's hands reach down to grip her ass firmly, smiling as this whole situation went better than she could've ever hoped. But still, with the layers of cum that coated them all, she knew what she wanted to do next.

And that was to take a bath.


" Ohhh~ Nothing hits the spot after an orgy like a nice, warm, bath!"

Morgan cheerfully spoke these words while stretching her arms over her head, arching out her chest as her bountiful breasts floated over the water. She leaned back against the side of her brother, resting against his shoulder, her energetic words drawing the attention of the other participants, one of which seemed quite perplexed at her current state.

"How do you possibly have so much energy?"

Mark's voice was filled with clear confusion as he looked at Morgan with an equally confused look. He knew the girl was energetic - the most of them all - but after everything they had just done, this was ridiculous.

Something Morgan was happy to explain.

"Oh, I'm exhausted!" She replied without hesitation, yet her words didn't match her looks as she held a bright and large smile while continuing. "But it's more of a mindset that keeps me going than just physical stamina! So even if my body is sore and aching for rest - which it is - I can still keep on being energetic! I just find it more fun like this!"

"I'll probably pass out the second I lay on a bed though." She added, relaxing while snuggling up against her brother some more before saying, "But not gonna lie, I might just nap here. So comfy and warm~"

"Please don't. I don't think I'd be able to get you out, let alone carry you to a bed." Marc simply pleaded. He looked nowhere near as energetic as his sister, but didn't appear completely as exhausted as one would expect as well.

Morgan only gave a small chuckle to her brother's plea. "Only if you promise to cuddle with me~" She requested with a sultry pur.

"Do I even have a choice?"

"Nope! But don't act like you don't enjoy it~"

Marc looked away from Morgan's tease, though it didn't stop him from wrapping an arm around his sister. She cooed approvingly and snuggled deeper against his side. Her soft, voluptuous chest pressing against him nicely before she glanced towards their fallen counterparts.

"What about you two? Want to join us in some cuddling?" She offered rather boldly.

Mark narrowed her eyes at her words, but when he glanced at his sister, he saw her giving no such annoyance. Still gazing down towards the water, she had been comfortably leaning against him with a tired expression. She had her arms wrapped around her chest to keep them from floating above the waters while enjoying the heat.

When she finally spoke, she surprised him.

"I don't care anymore." Morgana stated, sounding quite tired as she audibly expressed her desire to just end this and rest. Something Mark could emphasize this.

"Sounds good!" Morgan exclaimed happily. Only to then get a mischievous glint and grin before asking, "And how about doing something like this again in the future?"

She was trying to sound hopeful, but it came across as more knowing. As if she was confident of their response but not completely sure.

Mark and Morgana looked at her with annoyed glares, then glanced at each other as they shared a silent understanding before Mark spoke for them both.

"We'll see." He merely replied, closing his eyes along with Morgana as they both opted to enjoy the waters for a bit longer.

Morgan grinned at those words, repeating them as well, but with a different tone. "We'll see, Mars~"

The lad gritted his teeth at those words. "I thought you promised not to call me that anymore." He replied, quite annoyed.

"Oh, I promised to call you Mark when I'm screaming and in pleasure. Right now though, I ain't howling, so it's back to Mars~" She explained as mischievous as the glint in her eyes before adding, "So if you want me to say Mark, you'll have to get me screaming it again~"

Mark was tempted to glare at her, only to go against it and let out a sigh. He'd ignore her tease and challenge, for now.

And with that, the group of junior tacticians enjoyed the bath. They let their tired, sore bodies recover from the stress and strain they put through for the skies, flames, and oceans of pleasure they experienced.

Pleasure neither would be against seeking once again.


Author's Note: I finally did it, a Morgan orgy. Tbh, I'm surprised I didn't have this idea sooner, I actually only thought of it a few months ago when I was thinking of what I was gonna do for Morgan's birthday, originally having another fic for him lined up. But then this came to me and I knew I had to do it, and oh boy was this alot of sex, the most I've done for Morgan.

Honestly, after writing this and a bunch of other stories for the last few month, and some personal stuff, I'm thinking of taking a bit of a break from writing, like a few weeks. Don't worry about stories coming out though, I've got quite a few docs ready and pending upload so the schedule of at least one fic per month if continuing. And I've got some special next month.

In the mean case, hope you all enjoyed this! Don't be afraid to leave your thoughts! And thanks for reading!