This chapter is rated M for sex, hypnosis, and impregnation

The Shameful Dance: Sigurd x Sylvia

The Askran Festival was winding down after multiple dancers from multiple world's put on the best show of their lifes. One of the dancers, who was a crowd favorite and also had the aid of a close friend Lewyn, Sylvia, retired back to her dress room. She had a huge grin on her face as she sat down in her chair, wiping the sweat off of her forehead.

"Yet another great show, Sylvie! These people know talent when they see it!" She congratulated herself as she smiled at herself in the mirror, her head in her hands. "I got to remember to thank Lewyn later for backing me up." She sighed happily as she looked at herself in the mirror.

"Maybe I should reward myself with something..." Her mind went through a few ideas before stopping on one idea in particular. With a quick look around to confirm that she is alone, she licked her two fingers and pushed aside her bottom piece of her outfit and rubbed her pussy lips. She shivered in sheer delight as drool ran down her face. She inserted her fingers inside her wet opening before...

"Gahh! This isn't working!" She tested her head on her desk, her horniness rising. She thinks for a while. "I need a real dick plowing me. Celica's toys definitely won't cut it..." Her mind then goes to the many suitors that resided in the Askr Castle. She did had her choices but her eyes went to one man in particular: Sir Sigurd. His masculine features, his blue hair, those muscles. Ever since she laid her eyes on him back in Agustria, she knew he was for her. Then her dreams were instantly shattered when she found out he was already married to the Shaman known as Dierdre. She wasn't going to that deter her from her goal, however. Washing her hands, she rushed out of her dressing room and track her way through the crowd of the evening festival back to the castle. Seeing that the place is somewhat deserted due to the festivities, the traveling dancer had an easy time getting to the library. Maybe that'll give her some clue on to how to make Sigurd hers. Once she arrived at the massive library, she started scrolling down the alleys of books.

"C'mon...C'mon... there's got to be something here..." She kept looking through the shelves. Soon, she came across a rather big book on hypnotherapy. She grinned to herself as she took the book to a nearby table and began reading.

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After another successful mission, Kiran's main team returned to the castle. His main forced consist of the Holy Knight Sigurd, the Thunder Noble Tailtiu, the Rose of the War Amelia and the Helpful Cleric Genny. The young cleric was busy healing her team before wiping her forehead.

"Whew, done! We're all good now!" She chirped happily.

"Thank you, Miss Genny." Sigurd smiled as she petted her. "Just glad we were able to get out of there..."

"Yeah, those generals...were tough..." Amelia shook a bit before Tailtiu put her hand on her shoulder. "I feel ya, Amy. But we were able to push them back and get out of the inre in one piece!" She smiled brightly. They all agreed and before long, Amy cheered up.

"Well... I'm going to call it a night..." Genny yawned before waving bye to her friends, taking her leave back to her room.

"Me and Amy are going to check out the festival! It'll be fun!" Amy nodded in agreement. "Yeah, I can't wait to see the performers on stage!" Sigurd chuckled a bit.

"Alright, you two have fun out there." With that, the Holy Knight was alone. Since his stomach a few times, he decided to grab a quick bite at the mess hall. With his divine weapon at his side, he scrolled down the hall, whistling a little tune. Sylvia was also walking down the hall when Sigurd came into the corner of her eye. He didn't notice her as she hid behind a pillar. Grinning widely as her prey got closer, she remembered what she have learned from the book. The unexpecting Sigurd was then ambushed by the lustful Sylvia. She stood in front of him as he didn't have time to process the situation.

"Sylvia? What are..."

"J-Just watch this, Sir Sigurd!" She then started to move her hips in a certain fashion along with wavy arms. At first, nothing happened, much to Sylvia's dismay. Then Sigurd held his head as he felt dizzy. He groaned a bit before looking back up at Sylvia, staring at her with lifeless eyes. She squealed in excitement, her dance worked.

"So the spell will for last 2 hours..." She thought to herself before turning back to Sigurd, taking his hand with a huge grin.

"Come on, Sir Sigurd. Want to have a little fun?"

"Mm-mh..." He absentmindedly answered, following the horny dancer back to her room. She shut the door and locked it before leading him to her bed.

"You know I like it rough so don't hold back on me, alright?" She sat on her bed as he towered above her. He obeyed her and quickly pushed down his pants and underwear, revealing his erected penis to the dancer. She grins and takes his head into her hot mouth. She loved the taste of it as she swirled her tongue around it, moaning softly. Sigurd loved it too as he took control, forcing Sylvia's head down to his balls. Her eyes widen as Sigurd began fucking her face at full throttle. Despite her teary eyes, Sylvia loved every second of it, gripping his sides tightly. His balls slapped against her chin multiple times as a bulge in her throat appeared with each hard thrust. The dancer reached into her bottom piece and rubbed herself fiercely. Sigurd's moans grew louder with each passing second, signaling his inevitable orgasm. She felt him throbbing in her mouth and so, she decided to push him over the edge. She forced his entire length down her seriously tight throat. He roared her name as she unleashed his load down her throat. Sylvia moaned loudly as his semen leaked from the corners of her mouth. She managed to pull back to catch her breath and to swallow his load.

"W-Wow... amazing...hack!" She let out some of his semen out of her mouth and onto the ground. When she recovered, Sigurd approached her and torn her dress down to reveal her breast. Sylvia bit her lip as she saw that he was still ready for more action. Dierdre is so lucky. She led him on top of her with his heated penis rubbing against her dripping pussy. She looked up at him, nodding in acceptance. With her confirmation, Sigurd rammed himself inside of Sylvia. Both of the descendants were in pain as blood leaked from her opening. Sylvia tried her hardest to bear through the pain as Sigurd's pain quickly passed. He started plowing her leaking opening with no mercy. Her pain turned into pure pleasure as she screams. He balls slapped against her pussy as he finally reached her virgin womb.

"O-Oh gods yes! M-More Sigurd!" She begged as the Holy Knight assaulted her womb with all he has. Sylvia pulled him into a deep make out session. This was the push she need to release her stress. She screamed against his lips as she came hard on him. This was too much for Sigurd to take.

"G-Gah! Fuck!" Sigurd yelled in pure pleasure, cumming hard in Sylvia's womb to the point of her stomach expending in size a bit.

"Gods yes...yes..." He pulled out for his semen to leak out of her pussy onto the bed. Both this experience and the hypnosis took a toll on Sigurd as he passed out on Sylvia's bed. She giggled as she cleaned up the mess and tucked Sigurd in her bed. Getting dressed, she stepped out of her room.

"That was SO worth it! Maybe next time, I can..." Before she can go further with her musings, she felt on hand on her bear shoulder. She tense up as she froze in place with a nervous smile.

"Did you have fun with my husband? I hope you did..." She recognized that voice. She slowly and reluctantly turned her head around and saw Dierdre.

AN: Just a few notes

1 Sylvia is my favorite dancer in all of FE

2 I am basing the team on my main team in Heroes

3 Sigurd is my favorite Lord