"Ugh…"
Morgan almost winced as he made it to the lush, green environment surrounding Askr's castle. The sun was shining bright enough over it to make his eyes narrow while his ears were filled with the chirping of birds, things he admittedly was still not used to ever since arriving in this land of Heroes.
It felt even more strange than usual considering how he finally made it out from the desolate, eerie, and foggy forest behind him. It was a place that resembled his home far more, and even then still felt a bit too lively for him after spending much longer there than he intended to.
When he had made the trek yesterday to meet up with Corrin, he expected to stay an hour at most convincing her to come with him on a mission along with getting a bit of intel on what was plaguing her and hopefully find a remedy for it before or during said mission. And while he had been able to accomplish that, he hadn't anticipated leaving his cloak behind, so while heading back to retrieve it, he stumbled upon Corrin in a state he never would've expected.
A state that led to the fallen lad having one of the longest, challenging, and most enduring battles he may have ever experienced.
Still, he wouldn't say the experience was entirely unpleasant.
By the time it was over, Morgan didn't have the energy - or perhaps motivation - to make his way back to the castle. So he decided to stay the night there, resting his body and regaining his strength. It was also a choice Corrin seemed to greatly enjoy, considering how she cuddled and nuzzled against him the entire time.
Morgan would've gone so far as to call it cute, if only it hadn't been annoying to borderline frustrating escaping her grip when the time to leave came in the morning. Alas, even in her slumber, the manakete kept a firm grip on her newly acquired mate. It left the lad to use a few clever tactics and tricks to finally make his way out from the bed as the fallen vallite princess whined with a protest that would've tugged at the heartstrings of most.
After making use of her washroom to quickly cleanse himself of the remnants of their session and fix himself a quick meal - even leaving a little the slumbering princess some extra - he redressed and headed off.
Though not without giving himself another moment or two to take in Corrin's sleeping face before closing the door. He couldn't recall ever seeing her so peaceful, cute perhaps, even if he would never admit it. Still, it didn't change that it was quite the contrast to the dragon he had to contend with before, one that left its mark on his body and clothes before he eventually laid claim to it.
On the topic of clothes, he had to change them. They had been stained in some parts, while others were torn from Corrin's lust-fueled hunger. Luckily, his cloak was large enough to cover most of the visible damage, with a hex used to suppress the smell and order that hung to the fabric.
Making his way through one of the lesser used entrances for the castle, Morgan took the route least likely to run into anyone else towards his room. It was in one of the lesser populated parts of the castle, for despite the abundance of heroes and personnel that lived within the grand structure, it was incomprehensible just how much space was available. It was to the point that there were still plenty of parts of the castle that were just waiting to be filled out.
It had been one of his - and his sister's - few requests to have their rooms in one of those areas. They would much rather keep to themselves, for even if their rooms lacked some of the more impressive and higher-end amenities or space of the other rooms heroes had, what they already had along with their location was suitable enough for the two.
Morgan wasted no time making his way to his closet upon finally reaching his room. Removing his cloak and then shirt, he took a moment to glance towards the full body mirror off to the side. A few marks lingered on his body from Corrin's actions, still in the process of fading away, and would most likely do so by the day's end or tomorrow. Their time on his body was as short as the pain he felt when they were created.
As for his clothes, his pants and shirt could easily be replaced with spares. His cloak, however, wouldn't be so simple.
It was one of the few possessions he had of sentimental value, similar to the tactics book he always kept with him in one of the cloak's deep pockets. Luckily, the fabric itself wasn't damaged in any way, still, it had one very pressing issue, the smell.
He could still very clearly smell Corrin's scent mixed in with what it usually smelled like thanks to her masturbating with the fabric after he'd forgotten it. It was more than enough to make most people stop and pause, perhaps double take if they passed him by or caught a whiff, and that wasn't something the fallen lad wished to deal with at all.
The hex he had already put on the fabric could only do so much. Granted it was done out of haste with limited material, though hardly a permanent solution. Even then the smell seemed potent enough to surpass the usual smell of blood or rotten flesh that wouldn't be uncommon to stain the cloak out on the battlefield back in his home.
Or perhaps he had just gotten used to those odors and not with the distinct smell that came off it now. Then again, he supposed the smell wasn't entirely unpleasant, albeit with the drawback of being far too distracting in most environments.
Letting out a small sigh of annoyance mixed with frustration, Morgan took the garb into his washroom along with a few other materials before hanging it in the shower. It was smaller than what most heroes had, its waters not as gentle or reaching the same hotter temperatures most would've preferred, but it suited him just fine.
After setting everything up and chanting a few incantations, the fallen tactician turned the water on, giving his cloak a much-needed wash that would hopefully rid it of Corrin's scent. He didn't need to deal with any potential gossip or even bold flattery if he could prevent it.
As he waited for the garb to be washed, Morgan opted to use the time to go over all the information he learned since his sister tasked him with this objective. His thoughts of course focused on Corrin.
Heat, or more crassly, being so pent up she was having difficulties controlling herself. That had been the source of the fallen manakete's recent problems. It was a bit strange to find out that had been the cause, nonetheless, he supposed it made sense in a way considering her heritage, even if he never would've expected it. Perhaps because his sister hadn't seen fit to mention the possibility to him.
Did she know the truth of what's been ailing Corrin? She claimed she wasn't sure as to the exact nature of what was going on, even so, she seemed to know more than she was letting on. Not to mention, she had seemed rather confident in believing he could handle things.
However, more importantly, Corrin wasn't the only target he'd been given. No, there were still two others she claimed had similar dilemmas.
Just how similar though, Morgan wasn't sure.
Walking up the shower, the red-eyed lad turned the nozzle off, applying another quick hex to heat and dry the dark, thick fabric before giving it a whiff. The smell was still there, albeit far less oppressive than before. Nothing that couldn't be hidden by a simple hex, one Morgan applied upon heading off towards the residence of his target.
A target he'd been planning on visiting with or without his sister's task for a bit now.
Luckily for Morgan, his target's living quarters weren't that far from his, only a few hallways and floors apart in similarly sparsely populated part of the castle. They also preferred to keep to themselves, for while they could control the darkened tendencies in their core, they weren't much of a threat to others unless provoked. It was unlike Corrin, who'd requested to be sheltered away from the castle in the desolate forest for more selfless reasons.
Except they've recently started to keep to themselves much more often, with some of their relationships with other heroes appearing to turn tense. It was a sudden change, considering how well their progress of recovery seemed to be going.
Recovery, purification, rehabilitation... Those were a couple of the words used to describe the process. In the end, it was a simple case of quite a few heroes wishing to help pull some of those who had fallen to their lowest point back to their heights. It made sense, he supposed, both logically and emotionally. Many of the fallen heroes didn't desire their current forms of their own free will as corruption, grief, or whatever manner of fate led them down a dark path.
Who could blame family, friends, or even their non-fallen counterparts wishing to help those troubled souls? Unfortunately, it was never that simple, with there being quite a few fallen heroes who didn't take kindly to these efforts. Luckily, Morgan and his sister had been able to avoid such things. Well, he supposed his sister did have to deal with her non-fallen counterpart from time to time.
However, his current target wasn't like them in that regard. They had been undergoing this rehabilitation from some of the other heroes. A process which had seemingly resulted in them becoming, well not more friendly, though quite a bit less hostile or reclusive. The darkness within them hadn't been snuffed out, but it no longer burned as strongly or passionately as when they were summoned in Askr.
In spite of all that, something had changed, something that in the past few weeks had caused the efforts of all those other heroes to come to a sudden halt. Was it similar to what Corrin was experiencing? Or was it something different? Morgan had many questions, nevertheless, there was only one way to get the answers.
*Knock *Knock
Silence was what followed after he knocked on the door, yet despite that, Morgan knew his target lay within, he was certain of it. So after a few more moments, he spoke in a voice clear and firm enough for them to hear.
"It's me, I'd like to talk with you."
Once again, silence was all he was given, at least at first. After a few moments a voice replied back, one that was clear, calm, and low in its tone.
"You… may enter…"
With permission given, Morgan made his way inside to find his target standing beside the bed and looking toward him.
She wore a white dress that exposed her shoulder and went all the way down to her feet, with parts of the bottom edge of the fabric being translucent enough to showcase her strapped sandals. As for her dress, while not tight, did hug her form rather nicely enough to showcase her figure thanks in part to the sash tied into a bow around her waist. The other main attire of her outfit was a small but pronounced purple cape.
She had a few other accessories as well, most prominently the golden circlet around her head. Still, that was mostly covered by her hair, which was a faded shade of purple in between the white of her dress and the purple of her cape. Her color scheme paired rather nicely with the occasional flickers of purple flames around her. Of course, these colors only made her now red eyes stand out even more.
Eyes that Morgan gazed at with his own pair. The two exchanged looks that made the dark tactician recall one of his earliest interactions with the fallen hero known as Julia.
"I would appreciate it if you'd stop following me."
Morgan's eyes briefly widened in surprise at being found out. Still, he quickly regained his composure before walking out into the hallway of a mostly secluded part of the castle into the sights of Julia, the girl staring at him with her usual face of hostility with some annoyance as well.
"How long have you noticed?" The dark-hearted lad asked curiously.
"Since I left the mess hall," The princess with a usurped heart replied before adding, "Though perhaps it's been longer, considering this isn't the first time I've sensed you watching me from afar."
'Hmm, so she's noticed,' Morgan thought, deciding to continue the conversation with a compliment. "I'm impressed, I thought I had hidden rather well."
Julia didn't take kindly to his words. "Hmph, don't try to flatter me with meaningless compliments, not when I know of your true intentions."
Her threatening tone prompted the fallen tactician to raise a brow as he opted to challenge her words. "Oh, and what are my 'true intentions' ?"
The fallen princess' eyes narrowed before answering. "You and your sister, you've both been spying on heroes from afar or even butting into their business. I know of how you dealt with the fallen incarnations of that grotesque husk of an emperor and that feral, blood-thirsty king. And you do it all in service for your masters, do you not?"
Morgan's brow raised a bit high not due to surprise, but more so being actually impressed. He hadn't expected the dark-hearted princess in front of him to know so much, not from what he's seen of her before. Perhaps she had more potential than he originally expected.
It seemed as if his decision to look after her more than necessary wasn't as wasteful or purposeless as he may have feared.
In any case, he quickly realized he had an issue when he noticed a shift in Julia's demeanor. Her gaze morphed into something far more hostile, and the flames that flickered around her started to burn for longer and more passionately, even if they still radiated that same, dark and cold quality as they usually had. However, it was her voice that showcased her intent most of all with her next few words.
"I'll have you know… that I do not intend on becoming some pawn for you or your masters to wield against Lord Manfroy or Master Loptus."
She spoke her words firmly, and yet the tone in her voice was cold. The fallen lad almost pitied her, for despite the convection in her words, it was not one she made of her own choice.
Still, he'd be foolish to let the situation escalate, not to mention leaving hostile tensions between them wouldn't serve him any good. As such, he opted for a more casual approach with his next words.
"Huuh~"
Letting out a sigh and crossing his arms, he took a relaxed stance that took Julia a bit off-guard before he spoke. "You do realize that conflicts between us are pointless, correct? Our contracts with the summoner prevent us from performing any lasting, substantial, harmful manipulation or damage to one another here in Askr."
"However… They don't exactly prevent us from trying, pointless though it may be. Not to mention the ability to potentially run amok and rampage if given the opportunity. Nevertheless, I believe it'd be in both our best interests to not bring unnecessary attention to ourselves, considering how we both seem to prefer privacy and not dealing with other heroes more than necessary."
Julia took in his words, thinking over them and his tone before coming to the realization that perhaps the red-eyed lad in front of her didn't come for conflict or even some sort of threat. Her flames calmed down and her gaze lost a bit of the hostility, even so, she still looked at him with a narrow, cautious look, still uncertain as to his true intentions.
Though when she heard his next words, she started to believe he simply wanted to annoy her.
"Still, I must say, for one who prefers to keep to themselves, you gave quite the performance for that play. What being the star and all," Morgan seemingly teased with a tone that was more sarcastic than joking.
"Egghhh~"
Julia's voice attempted to give something akin to a growl, though it hardly sounded as threatening as she would've liked. In fact, Morgan believed some might've found it cute, with he himself almost having to suppress the urge to grin. In any case, the fallen princess soon realized her actions weren't as effective as she would've liked, prompting her to give an annoyed tsk before walking off, leaving the dark-hearted lad behind.
A lad who was given an inadvertent and rather decent view of the subconscious strut in her steps that would've no doubt gained more of a reaction had Morgan cared more about those sorts of things. In the end, it wasn't much more than a footnote in his mind as he went over the conversation and its results.
He didn't make sarcastic remarks as the one he did towards her often, but Morgan had chosen to do so in order to gauge her reaction. A reaction that was intriguing and helped to dispel a prior view he had of her.
"Huh, I suppose she's not the mindless puppet I originally thought," He muttered to himself before heading off as well with newfound respect towards the red-eyed princess of Grannvale.
He'd keep his distance from her for a while, if just to let her cool down before keeping a closer, more discrete eye on her once again.
For a few moments - or perhaps minutes with time seeming to almost slip by - the two fallen mages looked at the other with their usual gazes. Their faces weren't hostile, but still a bit hardened, yet behind those looks was a sense of unease, one that was even reflected in Morgan's voice when he eventually spoke.
"It's…been a while, Julia," he stated, his voice almost gentle in a sense, lacking his usual blunt and firm tone. His face even broke its gaze briefly as he let out a silent sigh while closing his eyes.
This appeared to take Julia a bit aback, her own eyes widening briefly as she found herself unsure of how to respond. As such, her voice almost stuttered as she too looked away before replying. "Yes... I suppose it has…"
Silence once again threatened to take over the room and create an awkward atmosphere that would've even been unpleasant to most of their fellow fallen heroes. However, Julia was able to say something that wouldn't lead to an atmosphere like that, even if it would only serve to make it tenser. Regardless, she had a question she needed to ask, one she had since first hearing Morgan's voice on the other side of the door.
"Why are you here, Morgan?"
The lad of fated darkness opened his eyes, glancing up towards the princess with a usurped heart to find that she was still looking away. Her face also seemed to be slightly tense, as if she was conflicted about his presence.
In any case, he decided to be honest, partially, at least.
"I came to recruit you for a mission," Morgan stated firmly, pausing for a few moments for her to take in the reason before adding. "I thought your skills would be rather beneficial to the task."
He expected her to be silent for a few moments, though to his surprise, Julia responded far quicker, and more harshly.
"You can't expect me to believe that's the sole reason you came to visit me after all this time."
She gave him a sideways glance, arms crossed to showcase her annoyance and unpleasant reaction. Clearly, she knew he had hidden intentions, so Morgan opted to reveal them.
"Very well," Morgan relented, eyes closing as he let out a silent sigh. "I wanted to ask why you've been acting off recently."
Julia's face immediately hardened, looking far more displeased with a tone that emphasized that.
"Acting off?" Her reply was almost sarcastic as if she was both uncertain of what he meant yet knew exactly what he was asking.
Morgan opted to be aggressive, regaining his firm and blunt tone with his next words. "Let us not play coy with one another, I believe we're both not fans of that sort of thing."
Julia almost tsked in annoyance, still, she held enough composure to minimize her flickering flames and give a somewhat snarky albeit firm answer. "I see no reason for me to inform you of why I choose to act how I wish. I make my own decisions, something I believe you emphasized to me once before."
Now it was Morgan's turn to suppress a tsk, his eyes narrowing in mild annoyance as Julia now turned her head to fully look at him firmly. She wasn't going to back down easily, even so, he felt the need to push on, albeit with a bit more care.
"Julia, among us fallen heroes, you're one of the few that's been able to build a substantial amount of positive, perhaps even meaningful relationships with other heroes. You yourself have seemingly been improving in demeanor as well, but now you've suddenly stopped interacting and kept to yourself," He stated, his voice a bit less blunt as he attempted to showcase some of his concerns.
However, Julia seemed annoyed by his words, eyes narrowing as she gave her reply. "Oh? And what is so wrong with that? That is how I acted when I was first summoned, and is it not the same as what you do yourself? What's the difference between us?"
Morgan could tell she was growing more irritated by his presence and word by the second. Still, he couldn't back off now, so he didn't waste time giving her an honest answer.
"Because we're different. Whereas I was able to choose the path that led me to who I am, you had no choice, no path to choose, at least when you were first summoned. Yet you started to make a path for yourself, choices you desired that led you away from the world of sadness and pain you seemed stuck in. Only now, you seem to be going back onto the path you seemed to despair over."
His voice was firm, though not as blunt as it usually was. One could say it was almost gentle as if he was trying to make her understand without letting his own emotions fuel him, even if he opted to still showcase some of his emotions with his next words. Replacing his voice's firm edge with a tone that was almost soft and worried, he said, "It's concerning, Julia… I'm concerned,"
He dared to hope that his approach would work, unfortunately, Julia seemed to take his words far more negatively than he would have expected. Her eyes widened as her face lit up in anger, anger that made the flames around her burn darker than before as she practically shouted her reply. "And what do you care about such things!? Why do you now show concern for my issues after losing interest in me for so long!?"
"!"
Morgan was caught off guard by her outburst, more so by the feelings in her voice rather than the words she spoke. She sounded angry, yes, but more so than that, she sounded hurt. That feeling was further emphasized when her anger seemed to break away, leaving behind a pained face as she looked away.
"You were there, many times, whether I wanted you or not. Sometimes we talked, sometimes we didn't, and sometimes we didn't even look at one another, merely standing on either side of a corner and barely giving the other a glance. Even so, there was something… comforting about it. You were willing to listen to my words even if you said nothing back, your prescenr alone fiilled me with a sense of warmth until you were no longer there..."
Like her face, her voice lost much of its anger and volume, nevertheless, it still was filled with pain and grief in a low tone as she revealed just how much those times meant to her. It stunned Morgan, surprised him even, leaving him unsure of how to respond as for a rare moment, he felt guilt, especially when she went on with a somber tone.
"You weren't the first one here to talk to me, not even one of the ones like us. Yet… Yet with you - more than any other - I found myself…opening up. You seemed similar to me, except you were different as well. We were both shaped by darkness, sadness, despair… And while the flames of my core felt cold, yours burned brighter, and held a warmth deep within that I believed I could never achieve…"
Morgan almost looked at her in pity or sympathy, regardless of how much his life harderend him to the point where such emotions were difficult to showcase. Instead he looked away when she turned to face him. Her voice held an equal amount of sorrow, anger, and confusion as she asked, "So why… Why did you take that flame, that warmth, away? Why did you suddenly distance yourself from me, Morgan?"
Morgan found himself put on the spot in a way he wasn't used to, much less enjoyed. He felt conflicted, both on what to say and how to feel. Emotions he was usually able to suppress swelled rather potently within him. He couldn't ignore her question, even so, he was unable to decide how to respond, at least in a way he didn't feel vulnerable in.
However, he soon realized just how vulnerable Julia had been with him, revealing what she did. As much as he didn't like opening up to his feelings like this, he felt as though he had little choice, or more so, he was compelled to answer her truthfully.
"The reason I distanced myself was that I believed I no longer had anything to offer you," He told her with a calm tone and composed expression. All the same, he felt nervous in a way he hadn't felt in so long, so worried he would say the wrong thing. Not for his sake, but hers.
Thankfully, it seemed as if Julia sensed this, her face morphing from that conflicted look into something a bit more soft and surprised as he went on.
"I talked to you because I believed you needed someone to talk to. I thought you needed some sort of support to grow and change, to learn how to speak your mind and not the words of others. And when I saw you start building stronger relationships with the other heroes, positive ones, I thought my role had finished," Morgan attempted to explain, his words and tone now taking Julia aback.
The fallen princess' red eyes widened as she looked at the fallen tactician in apparent surprise. Her mouth was agape, yet she was not able to give a word in response as she processed the answer to the question. Eventually, though, she was able to take it in and find words to reply with, even if it was in the form of another question.
"Why would you think that?"
Her voice held none of her previous anger or sorrow, at least not at the same levels as before, especially for the former. Instead, it was mostly filled with confusion, as if she didn't understand why he chose his actions even with his answer, as such, Morgan opted to expand.
"Because I didn't want to risk those relationships with my presence. More than that, however, I didn't want you to start relying on me, since I believe my continued presence and influence would do more harm for your growth than good," He told her plainly and honestly, with a tinge of guilt and sorrow in his voice that was further emphasized with his next words.
"You should not have ever been down this dark path, Julia, you were never meant to walk it. But I choose to walk down this path, and I don't wish to keep you near when you've finally started to make your own choices away from such a life."
Again, Julia was taken aback, feelings swirling within her as her heart both ached and fluttered simultaneously. She was still confused, even if she understood so much more. And despite better understanding his reasoning, something that touched and warmed a part of her heart and made her flames burn a bit warmer, she still held some anger and sorrow at being hurt by his actions nonetheless.
And so she would let him know how she felt.
"And?"
"Huh?"
Morgan turned back to look at her, a bit confused by her response. However, he noticed a change in her face, she didn't look pleased, though she didn't look necessarily angry either. Instead, she now wore a face of firm resolve, resolve that was reflected in her voice when she spoke.
"So what if I chose to rely on you a bit? It would have been my decision all the same, for despite my powers, it does not grant me all I wish. No, even with all that power, it only offers me a cold darkness, for all I desired, all I wished for, was a bit of warmth, your warmth."
"Julia…"
"You told me once before that I had the power to make my own choices, that I could decide my own fate and the bonds I had. You taught me that even if I depend on something, I don't need it to hold myself up. And yet when I chose to believe in what I thought was my strongest bond here in Askr, you broke it. If I did not have the power to protect my closest bond, what was the point of making more?"
Her words were filled with a newfound sorrow, one that made Morgan realize just how much his actions had an impact, in ways he never thought of, or desired in the slightest.
And not just that, he never realized just how much he had taken those words to heart from back then.
"Hmm?"
"Huh?"
Morgan and Julia let out their respective hums of surprise and confusion, with a bit of annoyance thrown in for the latter. The fallen princess narrowed her red eyes up towards the fallen lad, who responded in kind as he finished walking up the stairs. It was just the two of them in this dim room near the top of the east tower
The purple-haired boy would say he was a bit surprised by her appearance. The east tower was usually the least used of the towers in the castle, leading him to find that it made for a good spot to get away or meet with others in privacy such as his sister if need be. Not to mention the top held quite a view.
Still, he hadn't expected to see the girl with faded purple hair and red eyes sitting all by herself in one of the corners of the room. The single torch that was lit nor any of the light of the setting sun that seeped through the windows was able to properly illuminate her, casting her in a dull shadow.
Even so, while she looked a bit strange and different from how he's seen her before, currently sitting on the floor and hugging her knees, head tilted up to gaze at him with increasing annoyance, she didn't look that bad.
"What…are you doing here?"
Her voice was filled with both genuine curiosity and quite a bit of hostility. She wanted to know why he was there and yet wasn't pleased by his presence in the slightest.
"Am I not allowed to find myself wishing to view the sights Askr offers every now and then?" Morgan replied sarcastically with a hint of honesty, the view was indeed one of the reasons he chose to come up here every now and then. Right now, however, it wasn't his current reason.
Which was why he opted to lean back against the wall, looking at Julia as he said, "Though perhaps I'm more intrigued by what I've stumbled onto here instead."
"Tsk…"
Julia looked away, already regretting her question. Despite them only sharing a handful of conversations since their first encounter, he always seemed capable of coming up with responses that rarely failed to get on her nerves.
Especially when her nerves had become even more aggravated in the midst of her current issue.
"This seems unlike you," Morgan stated, crossing his arms as he dropped the sarcastic tone and replaced it with something more genuine and curious. "You don't seem like the type who'd hide away like this, what's wrong?"
"Something that's none of your concern," Julia bit back without hesitation, only to then growl in annoyance as she just gave him confirmation that something was wrong with her. It irked her to know that the seconds of silence that followed was most likely being used by him to come up with a response that would no doubt further annoy her.
However, she found herself more surprised when he did speak.
"It's about your memories, isn't it?"
Julia almost instantly turned to look towards Morgan, her face filled with surprise while he was rather stoic, if a bit hardened.
"What?"
Her voice was low, with not even a hint of hostility towards him present. Instead, it was filled with confusion at how he knew.
Only for that hostile to return when the lad closed his eyes, curled his lips into a small grin, and chuckled.
"Huh, so I was right," He stated with apparent surprise and a tinge of smugness that got on Julia's nerves far more than if he was more overt about it.
"You guessed?" She asked, or more so demanded, losing her patience with him yet still found herself asking him questions that would most likely lead to answers she wouldn't like.
"Hehe~ I took an educated guess, nevertheless it was still a guess," He told her honestly, still having a bit of smugness.
To see him looking smug - even if it was just a tiny bit - was a rare sight to the Princess of Grannvale, and one she wished to never see again. Finding herself unamused and looking at him annoyed, she was unsure if she hated the idea of him knowing what was plaguing her by a guess or some other method.
In any case, she didn't want him knowing any more than he already did, being ready to leave if it would help ensure that. Though before she could stand up, he spoke.
"Memories can be quite tricky things, right? They may conflict with the actions and stances we take now by reminding us of what we did before," Morgan's voice lost the smug undertone and returned to something more genuine, one could even say it sounded almost empathetic.
Enough so that Julia was left unsure of how to respond, prompting the fallen lad to take her silence to continue on.
"Not to mention when they're focused on other people, or a specific one…"
His voice was low, yet still clearly audible to the fallen princess as she tensed up. He wasn't even looking at her now, his gaze instead tilted down toward the ground as he seemed to reminisce on his words while she listened to them.
What did he know about her? And what did she know about him? She wasn't sure, nevertheless, she found herself listening intently as he spoke, unable to look away as he went back to staring at her.
"Even so, the one who holds power is you, not the other way around. Because only you can determine what those memories mean. Whether you choose to embrace or reject them is your decision, but both should be done out of your volition. Dependency with no ability to hold yourself up is worthless, such as the folly of rejection based on someone else's will and not your own."
His words kept his fellow fallen hero silent as she found herself surprised, unsure of what to say, or even if she could say anything in response to such a declaration. He stated it like it was belief, as if he were giving genuine advice to take to heart.
Advice he topped off while turning toward the stairs. "You think yourself weak; you're only as weak as you allow yourself to be. Whatever you think, in the end, you have the power to make your own choices, to decide your fate. Do not take such power lightly."
Morgan resisted the urge to say more, believing he said all he needed to as he made his way up to the viewing platform, leaving a stunned, silent Julia behind. Her eyes lingered on him until he was out of view, blinking when he was no longer there as she took in his words, thinking of them.
She lowered her head back to her knees, finding herself muttering the name that was the source of her conflict.
"Seliph, what is it that you mean to me?"
"..."
"..."
The fallen heroes were silent as they recalled the specific memory, along with the feelings they felt before, during, and after that exchange. It resulted in a change within Julia, having her become more open and confident in herself as she no longer sprouted out declarations of loyalty to her masters, instead becoming freer in opinions and thoughts based on her own feelings and experiences.
It shifted their relationship into something closer as the two found themselves conversing quite frequently, at least frequently for people as reclusive as themselves. And though they both looked forward and enjoyed those moments together, they would more likely than not never openly admit it.
Right now, however, they were having difficulties even looking at each other. Crimson blushes lit up their cheeks as they could only glance at one another for a few moments before pulling away. To see such unnerving and dark-hearted heroes looking flustered would've been quite the adorable sight to some, perhaps enough to even rethink their views on either of the two. In any case, Morgan found himself it a bit too much as he dealt with the emotions Julia's words and shared memories stirred with him.
So he attempted to regain control over them by denying them.
"All I did was take pity on a confused girl who didn't understand herself nor what she desired," He stated with a voice that was firm and almost stoic, even if there was some shakiness present. That was continued as he added, "Besides, the truth of the matter was that I believed the situation provided a good opportunity to strengthen my own Masters' positions here in Askr by weakening the hold one of his potential rivals had on their subordinate."
His explanation drew the gaze of said subordinate, with the Princess of Grannvale's face morphing into something some would consider a pout. She seemed displeased with his attempts to shift the reasoning for his actions as though they were done out of logic, duty, or pity. Nevertheless, it didn't change the result those actions had on her.
She may not have fully rejected her masters, but it was safe to say that she would no longer blindly act in their will. Her twin brother didn't seem to care for her, or despised her enough to leave her alone. Lord Manfroy on the other hand, the one who'd morphed her heart to be surrounded by cold and dark flames, wasn't even present in Askr.
However, that was beside the current point. His words had annoyed her, irked her, on some level even angered her.
She didn't hesitate in letting him know that.
"Tsk~"
Her hiss prompted Morgan to glance back towards her, now noticing the change in her expression. She was looking downwards, bangs over her eyes while her lips were straight and just barely open enough for him to glimpse her clenched teeth.
"Again with those excuses."
The fallen junior tactician's eyes widened at her words, noticing the sudden shift in tone as she showcased a different type of annoyance than what he was used to before. "What?" He was confused, stunned even, especially when the fallen princess raised her head to showcase her focused gaze.
"Did I stutter? How many times have your masters been your excuse as the reasons for your actions? It's almost hypocritical after the emphasis you seem to put on making our own choices," She declared rather firmly, voicing a thought that's been building up within her for a while now.
A thought Morgan didn't find himself particularly liking. "What the…? Why you… What is the meaning of this!?" He demanded a rare moment where he found himself caught off-guard to the point that he stumbled and fumbled with his words. Anger rose within him in reaction to Julia's accusations, only to conflict with confusion and uncertainty as well, unsure how to respond to it and if simply denying it was a good option.
He wasn't given much chance to decide as the faded-purple-hair girl made her way towards the dark-purple-hair lad, showcasing determination as she continued her statement. "How many times have we conversed where you stated to just be nearby or having nothing else to do? I may not be as skillful at detecting presences as others, still, I've come to recognize yours, and I know that those reasons were mere excuses."
She took another step forward.
"You sought me out of your own volition,. Not from the whims of your masters, but of your desires."
Morgan tsked, looking away upon finding himself starting to be backed into a corner. "You're fantasizing…"
"Oh? Another excuse? Was I simply fantasizing about the number of times you seemed to find me in various, secluded parts of the castle? One of which we both seemed to find ourselves meeting up at quite a bit until you started to stop going there?"
Morgan's face winced at the location she was specifying, a location he had recently visited not due to his desires, but his sister's request to meet up.
"Was it really that necessary for your masters to so closely check up on me as often as you did? To converse or listen to my words in times that could've been spent watching other heroes from afar as you seem so used to. In fact, I'm fairly certain you never butted into the issues of other heroes as much as my own."
"You were a special case. I was curious to see how I could influence your will and loyalties," He attempted to deflect with half-truths. He was uncertain in his words with how assertive she was, to a degree he'd never seen from her.
She paused her steps to take in his words, only to then sharpen her sarcastic tone. "Special, am I? Oh, how wonderful, I was special enough that you never once tried to push my loyalties firmly away from where they were, or even towards another. Instead, you left the decision of where to stand entirely up to me."
Her steps resumed as she chose to stand closer to him, close enough that when he heard her next words, he could no longer look away. Her voice became shaky from a heart that fluttered rather than pounded from the rush of emotions slowed down, yet in spite of that, she still said them with firm belief.
"I will not let you deny this truth of choice, just as you wouldn't allow me to deny my own."
Morgan found that was mere inches from him, however, she wasn't even looking at him. Instead, her face was turned away towards the side, hands to her sides as he just barely noticed a small shake present for them. Nevertheless, he couldn't think about that for long as she continued to speak her heart and mind, her voice shifting into something more vulnerable for her next words.
"And yet despite those excuses, despite how much they've irked me, I find myself jealous of them," She revealed, once more catching Morgan off-guard.
"Regardless of it they were excuses, that doesn't change the fact you took those actions in the first place. You still did what you desired, no matter if you were entirely truthful in reasoning to others or yourself… I envied that, just as I envied your bonds. Even now, you and your sister still share something, while I find myself continuously struggling on how to approach my own siblings, even after doing it once."
Whatever anger or annoyance Morgan had felt before quickly faded away, instead rare, potent feelings of sympathy started to swell within him at the way she spoke. "Julia…"
She finally turned to face him, their eyes meeting as her face was still soft in trepidation, even so, Morgan could tell she had a firm determination in her gaze, ready and willing to speak as she said, "Right now, however, I'm certain of you ."
Julia's hand reached up to cup Morgan's cheek, with the junior tactician just barely leaning into the touch of Grannvale's princess.
For a moment, or perhaps minutes, they stared softly into the other's eyes. It was so unlike the usual looks others saw from them, there wasn't a hint of darkness, anger, annoyance, uninterested, or anything else… Nothing besides soft, red eyes that shined with a flame that could be considered warm.
Their respective flames seemed drawn toward each other.
"Mhmmm~"
Neither knew who moved first, all that was certain was their eyes narrowing shut as lips came closer and closer before eventually touching and prompting a soft, muffled moan between their joined mouths. Their eyes scrunch up while their bodies shuddered in what could be considered bliss from the kiss, for unlike the cold, dark flames they usually dealt with, the flame of their kiss was warm, cozy, and soft.
It was comforting in a way that was so rare to them, especially for Julia as she found herself leaning a bit deeper into the kiss, placing her hand and arm on his shoulder and chest respectively to steady herself. Morgan recuperated her actions, placing his hands on her hips and drawing an approving mewl from the princess as his hands pressed down on the loose fabric and held her round curves. Their chests softly brushed, not necessarily pressing against another, though creating a smooth and enjoyable sensation nonetheless.
And it wasn't just their sense of touch that took in the kiss, their ears and noses also played a part. The latter was gently imbued with muted, muffled moans and mewls along with the soft rustling of fabric. It was unlike the sounds they recalled from home, either the desolate, lifeless silence for Morgan or the dark, low, inhuman ringing that distorted everything else in Julia's case. No, this sort of noise was… lulling .
Their noses, meanwhile, took in the other's smell, a smell that had become familiar and almost comforting to them. However, Julia noticed something different, something small but potent now that she was closer. Mixed in with Morgan's usual musk was a scent she couldn't quite pin down or recognize, even so, she knew it wasn't from him.
The flame of jealousy within her flickered and grew, fueling her next actions.
"Mhhm!?"
Julia's sudden deepening of their kiss drew a muffled gasp of surprise from Morgan. Before it had been rather relaxing, gentle even, a far cry from the lustful passion and needs that fueled the kisses he shared with Corrin the day prior. Now though, Julia's flames were fueled by the needs of her body along with the desires in her heart.
Morgan didn't try to resist, instead following her lead as the kiss intensified. Their hands shifted, with the lad's moving around to pull her body closer against his. The princess, meanwhile, reached round to grab his neck and the back of his head, fingers sweeping under his hair as she pulled him deeper into their liplock.
"Mhhmm~"
While Morgan was fine with Julia increasing the ferocity of their kiss, he wasn't content to just let her control or do everything. He struck with his tongue, letting it pass her ripe, soft lips and teeth into her moist mouth, drawing a rare, muffled yelp from the girl. She felt his appendage brush against her own, prompting her to shudder before pushing her tongue to return the favor.
Their joined lips opened up, moans bouncing between their mouths while their tongues focused more on exploring than dueling. Their hands though, seemed content to stay where they were, merely keeping the other close while at most, tightening their grip in response to some sudden sparks of pleasure that made them tense up or shudder. Even their bodies stayed mostly still, with their chests barely even moving.
Eventually, however, their kiss had to end. Pulling away with flushed faces that could say almost looked serene, their eyes narrowed just enough to focus clearly on the other. Their breathing was low and deep, hardly anywhere close to a pant, but still heavy as they recovered the oxygen they spent in their kiss.
Their eyes, normally devoid of warmth or care, seemed to shine with them, or at least noticeable for the two as the dim lights reflected in the other's gaze. The blush on their cheeks deepened, prompting Julia to briefly look away as her face briefly morphed into one of uncertainty from her fluttering heart. However, after a deep breath, she looked back at Morgan with determined eyes that shined with desires.
It didn't take long for Morgan to understand the message, especially when she started to tepidly rub her chest in firm circles against his.
Morgan carefully yet firmly started to push her back, keeping their gazes locked while guiding her to take a step back when he took one forward. One step at a time, they moved together through the room, showcasing trust and vulnerability in their unbreaking gaze that had at most only been exchanged through words in previous conversations, building them up for this moment.
*Thump
Julia fell back onto the bed without even a gasp with Morgan quickly following by leaning over her. Her hands landed atop her waist and above her head respectively, making her look rather relaxed and vulnerable with her hair splayed out beneath her. The fallen princess' red eyes stared up at the tactician's as he stared back down towards her, hands on either side of her head with one of his knees planted between her legs and his cloak dripping past his sides to hers.
Morgan briefly broke their gaze to gesture down her body with his eyes, prompting Julia to glance down as well. She found one of his hands drift into view above her chest, though she knew that wasn't his true objective.
She gave him an answer by looking off to the side with a blush while slightly opening up her legs, silently permitting his request.
With that, Morgan kept his gaze downwards towards her waist, gripping her dress and carefully pulling up the fabric. It was endearing, in a sense, just how much the two seemed capable of trusting and understanding one another with so few words. Their bond, their feelings, built from many conversations were put to the test as they no longer relied on words to communicate, and they acted in apparent sync.
Julia's eyes blinked as she stared off towards the room's wall, with the only visible traces of Morgan in her sight being the shadow his cloak casted over her in the dimly lit room. Anticipation for what in lul of her increasingly exposed legs from the shifting fabric made her fingers curl. Each tug was felt, seeming so much harder and longer than they actually were as she waited with a bated breath she didn't even realize she was holding.
With bunched-up layers of the front edge of her dress' skirt around her hips and upper thighs, Morgan was able to easily slip his hands underneath and towards her crotch without issue.
"Hee!"
The fallen princess hissed as his fingers rubbed over the fabric that covered her loins, prompting her body to tense up even as she tried to keep relaxed. The lad responsible for her reactions glanced up at her before continuing, rubbing increasingly harder over her panties.
Strangely, Julia was thankful Morgan hadn't pulled the rest of her dress up to reveal her undergarments to his gaze. Despite never caring much for appearances, she felt a small part of herself hoping that he wouldn't see what she believed to be rather plain.
Nevertheless, it didn't change the fact that no matter what she was wearing underneath, her underwear became drenched in desire from the tactician's fingers. She bit her lip to stiffen any sounds, be it gasps, pants, hisses, etc… Her fingers curled harder over her dress and bed from the sparks of pleasure that cascaded across her body. Even so, she kept her lidded, narrow eyes gazing off to the side.
Eyes that suddenly enlarged as in one, smooth, brief movement, Morgan slipped her panties aside and pushed a finger past her folds.
"Huh!"
Her mouth flew open with a gasp, nails digging into the surfaces beneath them while her back arched off the bed slightly as, without warning, Julia felt a finger, no, two fingers rub the walls within her passage.
"Egh!"
Snapping her lips back shut along with her eyes, she focused on calming her tense body and adjusting to this new sensation. It was… a bit indescribable, if she were honest, even compared to her own efforts during the few times she was compelled enough to release the urges within her.
Her digits, slim and smooth, clumsy in their efforts and lacking knowledge were a mere flicker to the flames of Morgan's own efforts. His fingers were a bit rougher in texture and thicker, his movements, while not exactly gentle, still held some care within them, and the lack of hesitation he did it all made it so that he was constantly rubbing against something.
It didn't take long for Julia to start panting, biting down on the finger of the hand on her waist to better stiffen her noises. Her eyes, despite trying to keep shut, kept opening up and wincing from the sudden tinges of pleasure that shot through her body with increasing frequency.
Morgan took note of her reactions, using them to guide his own endeavors. Exploring with his digits, he tried new angles with differing forces while thinking over the combinations he already used on the basis of which ones Julia had responded best to. His fingers were thrusting in and out of her folds at a smooth but mostly slow pace, not yet keen on pumping them between her lips and possibly overwhelming her. No, he just wanted to ease her into this for now.
However, Julia didn't seem to be in the mood for such things.
"Stop… Ngh! Stop wasting… Huh! Wasting time…"
Her words prompted Morgan to glance up, finding Julia's head turned to look at him. Her eyes were lidded, a bit strained as she attempted to focus a determined gaze on him. Silence took over as Morgan was compelled to ask what exactly she meant, only for the dark-hearted girl to glance towards his pants, or more specifically, the tent pinched with them.
Glancing back up at her, he noticed the tint of crimson that sprouted on her cheeks, even so, her gaze had become less shaky as she made her desires clear. So briefly closing his eyes with a small exhale, Morgan pulled back and stepped off the bed, working to undo his pants and small clothes.
Julia lifted her upper body, arm planted on the bed to support herself while she looked down at him, attempting to look on with a focused, almost stoic face. Yet she couldn't deny the fact she was feeling a bit unnerved in ways she wasn't used to. Her breathing was becoming deep, and she bit down on her lip subconsciously.
*Swoosh
"Hii!?"
Grannvale's princess was shocked, eyes widening as the junior tactician's fallen clothes revealed his loins in full. It was…big, bigger than she would've ever expected. Then again, she didn't exactly know what to expect. She supposed it didn't look massive, just big enough to appear daunting as a small part of her worried it wouldn't fit within her, let alone her ability to handle it.
Regardless, Julia's loins quivered when Morgan set his sights on her while making his way back onto the bed. She suppressed a shudder when he placed a hand on her thigh and prompted her legs to spread slightly while he kneeled between them. With one hand holding his member, he looked down to line it up with her folds.
Julia looked down as well to see his hips edge closer and closer towards her loins, loins that were still hidden from her view by the bunched-up fabric of her dress. Once she saw his tip disappear under her skirt, she couldn't resist biting down on a finger in fearful anticipation.
It barely muffled the sound of her gasp when their loins finally connected.
"Mgh!"
The Princess of Grannvale winced, body tensing up as the overwhelming sensation briefly blazed over her body with hotter flames than when Morgan's fingers accomplished. She didn't know how to react to such a sensation, and it resulted in quite a few muffled moans as Morgan pushed on.
"Egh!"
Slowly but surely, Morgan popped his tip into her tight passage and further into her walls as they clamped down on him hard. It made him hiss, still, he pushed on and added more of his length into her passage, stretching her walls out quite a bit, more than Julia thought was ever possible.
It was…quite a bit overwhelming to the girl as she continued to bite down on her lip and dig her nails into the sheets with increasing force. Only thanks to Morgan's hand on her hip did she stop her body from going completely tense, allowing her to narrowly open her eyes and look down.
It may have taken seconds, perhaps minutes, or even mere moments, however long it took, time seemed to slow down for Julia. She watched Morgan's hips inch closer and closer to her own until eventually, she felt them tap her thighs, signaling the entirety of his shaft from buried within her.
Her sharp inhale prompted Morgan to glance up, watching her head tip back with closed eyes as she adjusted to the overwhelming feeling that made her arms shake even with both hands planted against the bed. The fallen lad, for his part, was careful not to move, allowing her time to relax and ready herself for what was to come. It also gave him more than enough time to get a feel of her walls tightly squeezing his prick.
"You… Huh~ you can start…"
Julia's low, strained words prompted Morgan to glance up towards her gaze, eyes a tad narrow and shaky as she attempted to showcase her determination.
The junior tactician followed the princess' order.
"Ugh!"
Her body almost jumped as the lad slowly pulled back, Julia taking a deep, low breath as she felt every inch retreat from her passage till just the tip remained, leaving her feeling rather…empty. Luckily, she only had to wait a few moments for Morgan to push back in and make her feel full - if slightly overwhelmed - once more.
"Huu~"
Julia's head tipped back as she moaned, throat rumbling as her walls were stretched far out again and again. It made her fingers dig just a little deeper into the sheets each time after relaxing for a moment whenever he pushed all the way in till their groins kissed or pulled back until just his tip remained respectively. The depths of his thrusts never changed, only the slowly but surely increasing force and pace that was making the girl moan.
"Mgh!"
When Morgan's shaft rubbed against a particular spot over her walls, Julia's face winced, fingers twitched, and arms shuddered in response. Even after taking time to adjust, able to take in the sensations far better, her pleasure increased dramatically.
And it was almost overwhelming in detail.
Every scrape over every bump, every inch that was in or out of her, how far her walls stretched or how tightly they wrapped around his shaft. In the moment, she understood it all, only for that understanding to waver as each sensation was replaced with new or repeating ones.
"Huh~ Hah~ Huh~"
Grannvale's princess was panting, head hung low and mouth agape as she felt herself start to relax. And though her fingers continued to dig into the sheets, they didn't grip as intensely as before save for a few brief squeezes when sharp sparks of pleasure shot through her. The tactician's increasing thrust made her back arch and curve, leather heels dragging across the bed while the rest of her legs twitched and bent, finding herself conflicted on whether to spread them to give him more ease to move or to push them against his sides for some form of support.
*Slap~ *Slap~ *Slap~
"Huh! Hah! Ha!"
The force behind Morgan's hips was now creating small claps of skin against Julia's thighs, raising her legs and making them bounce as he drew sharp gasps from her. With his hold on her hip and thigh, he made the rest of her body pull slightly back and forward, easing her along his thrusts which made her butt squirm with needs, now raised high enough for his swaying jewels to occasionally slap against.
She wanted to join him, to move in tandem with him, yet she couldn't quite get enough control over herself to do so. She'd probably make clumsy movements that'd take them both out of the moment, so she opted to not get in his way, ending this pleasure that threatened to light her body ablaze in desires she wasn't sure she could control.
Luckily for her, that control would be easier to gain than she would've thought with a bit of help.
"Mhm!?"
Julia's red eyes shot open in surprise, her gasp muffled not by her own lips, but by Morgan's who leaned forward and kissed her. Caught completely off-guard, her body tensed up and froze in uncertainty. However, it only took a few moments longer for the kiss for the mage's flame to start reacting to the tactician's own, their flames brushing together in a way that hadn't been replicated since their first kiss. And so she opted to let those flames spread over her.
The warmth of those flames had her melt into the kiss, body relaxing and eyes fluttering shut, a small, pleasant moan soon passing through her sealed lips as Morgan began to put in more effort. He drew out more pleasant sounds from her as his front brushed against her own, with the loudest one she made causing his hand shifting up from her hip to her chest. His finger carefully groped one of her covered, jiggling breasts, making Julia's back arch and toes curl in her sandals.
"Hmm?"
The girl's usurped heart fluttered from a touch unlike any other so far, the touch of Morgan's hand atop her own. It didn't matter if his palm was a bit rough, or if there was a little too much force to support his weight. No, that all was barely even a footnote to her as the sparks it created lit a multitude of flames over her body, most of all her heart.
Julia finally found the will to move her hips with his.
"Mhmm~"
Mewling in satisfaction, her fingers curled in what could be described as happiness while Morgan's fingers settled between the gaps of hers. Her other hand moved off the bed to wrap around his head, fingers sweeping past his purple-locks to gain a firm grip, ensuring she'd be able to pull him in even if he pulled away.
*Slap *Slap
"Hmm~"
His thrusts slowed down, replaced with rolling hips and a few thrusts at differing angles. Despite the change, Julia's hips continued to move in tandem with him in a rather decent sync, fingers continuing to curl while muffled sounds left her lips, she seemed to take it well.
Morgan was thankful for that, perhaps because he felt compelled to make this special for her. He couldn't quite put the feeling into words, he just understood this was different from his time with Corrin. Whereas that seemed more on the physical side, the two holding nothing back in a lustful storm of passion to sate and tame Corrin's inner dragon, Julia was something else, something more personal. He had to be more careful, more thoughtful, more lo-
He shook his head before finishing that last thought, knowing dangerous such feelings could be if acknowledged or even humored. Still, he couldn't deny that something of the nature fluttered within his heart at the moment. The closest thing he could compare it to was his relationship with his sister.
Despite their service to their masters, to their parents , they found that for the most part they really only had each other. They were the only ones they could open up to, for no one else in their world or even here in Askr could possibly understand what they felt. Back in their world, they really only had each other to rely on.
However, his feelings for Julia were a bit different. Unlike his sister, his similarities to the princess were far less, even so, they had somehow begun to seek the other out over time. Morgan cared for her in a way he rarely felt for others, so for now, at least, he'd do his best to make this as pleasurable for her as he could.
Softly pushing her back onto the bed with little resistance, Morgan continued to lean over her, unfortunately ending their kiss and making her give a small whine. He helped to make up for it by gently rearranging their joined hands to properly clasps as she quickly started to hold his for support while basking in the multiple flames of pleasure he lit around her body.
"Huuh~"
Softly pumping hips between her legs made her feet lightly hook over and rest atop his own. A groping hand kneading her breast had her shoulders and back squirming over the sheets. Or just the rough yet warm hand that held her own, stroking a desire to not let it go so easily. All of it made Julia's nails scratch his head as she held on tighter, her head turning and spinning while pants, gasps, and moans flowed from her open mouth in an enticing voice.
A voice that began to call his name.
"Morgan~"
"!"
It only took a single, low, almost breathless utter of the lad's name for his eyes to widen just a bit in surprise. His red eyes soon locked with Julia's own, dazed and hazy though they were, held clear focus of her desires towards him.
Morgan wondered if what his heart was experiencing could be called a flutter.
"Please~"
The fallen lad blinked at the simple word, so breathless and low for him to almost miss it. But he had heard it, and he understood it. The message was clear when paired with the mage's gaze.
She was close, and she wanted Morgan to finally fan the flames spreading over her body to light up and engulf her entire being in an overwhelming blaze before simmering down.
It only took a moment for the fallen tactician to come up with a plan for the princess' request.
"Hah!"
Morgan's thrust prompted Grannvale's princess to throw her head back and cry out. The force behind his hips wasn't particularly that strong - merely a shadow to what Corrin endured - but compared to what Julia had experienced up to this point, it may have well been bed-shattering
"Agh! Hgh! Egh!"
*Slap! *Slap *Slap
Between a barely creaking bed and Morgan's pumping hips was Julia's body. The force behind his thrusts made her thighs ripple, her chest bouncing under her top, and her head was spinning as she desperately attempted to find some form of support to the flames that overwhelmed her body. So her legs tangled with his own, fingers holding his hand and neck as tightly as possible, all in attempts to make sure he couldn't leave her.
She wanted, needed to hold onto him, needed him to be with her when she finally let it all out, and to still be there when she came down.
She only lamented her inability to find the strength and clarity to lift her head and kiss him. Her head was too busy tossing and turning, mind increasingly dazed, and a mouth sprouting moans, gasps, and even chants of his name.
It all came to a literal climax, brought by a simple though effect wipe over a specific, erogenous bump on her walls. That was the final spark needed to set her entire body ablaze, reducing the dam that held back her orgasm into nothing more than ash. Her body tensed up, making her back arch and hips press tightly against his own while she threw her head back into the bed with shut eyes, eyes that contrasted her wide, open mouth as it screamed.
"HAAAHH!"
Morgan bit down on his lip, stiffening a grunt from her spasming body as he endured the orgasmic fit of her loins. Her walls clamped down hard on his member while soaking it in a flood of her hot juices, limbs gripping him with more force than he would've expected even if it was nowhere close to the strength Corrin showcased.
If he was focused and determined, he probably could've lasted. However he saw no reason to put in the effort, and so he succumbed to her eager loins. Cumming with a groan, the princess' walls milked his member in an attempt to flood her once-holy now-corrupted inner sanctum with the seed with connections to a dragon that was a rival to hers.
Both of them.
Yet such rivalries were the farthest thing from Julia's mind along with any cohesive thought, not as her rolling back eyes saw a world of white and her scream morphed into a long, loud moan. Her body went numb as her core felt warmer and brother than it ever did before from the flood of mixed juices.
"Uhh~"
Morgan glanced up to take in Julia's blissful and dazed face, somehow keeping her tongue within her open mouth and just barely preventing an expression akin to being fucked-stupid. Still, it was quite the contrast from the girl's usual stoic, annoyed, or unamused looks, and it was something he doubted anyone else saw from her, for her fallen iteration at least. It left him feeling a bit of pride at not just witnessing the sight, but being responsible for it as well.
Unfortunately, he couldn't bask in his achievements for long due to the continued struggle with the princess' loins, still clamping down hard on his cock in an attempt to instinctively milk his orgasm for all its worth, an endeavor it failed in. With a sudden twitch and buck from her limp body, Julia accidentally pushed Morgan away just enough so that when her hips rolled back, his member was pushed out from her passage by the same tight walls trapping him within.
"Emm~"
Morgan hardly heard Julia's whine of disappointment at the empty sensation of her loins without his dick, though the moans she let out soon afterward rang in his ears. His breathing was low as his remaining loads landed over the girl's crotch and thighs, marking her pale skin in sticky, white, fell seed.
"Huh~ Huh~ Huh~"
He came down from his orgasm with heavy breaths, shifting the hand he had on her tit on the bed for support while his dazed, hazy mind cleared. He hadn't expected his orgasm to be so… potent , his body still trembling in aftershocks.
Even so, he was in a far better state than Julia. She looked nothing like a princess, let alone a fearsome foe with her dazed look. Small moans and whines passed her open lips, and a body that shuddered occasionally in the aftermath of an orgasm that had long subsided.
"Ugh~"
Her limp body began to stir, red eyes rolling back in place with a few blinks helping to clear away the white world engulfing her vision. Nevertheless, she found herself not quite ready to see what was in front of her just yet as she hung her arm over her eyes.
Despite no longer feeling Morgan's weight on her, she could hear how deep his breathing had become, only to then register the sticky sensation coating her inner thighs. She winced, with a small shudder following due to the mixed juices trickling out of her loins.
She didn't necessarily like the feeling of any of this. Off, uncomfortable, unnerving, those were some of the potential ways to describe it. However she couldn't deny the sensation of feeling full, warm, and numbingly relaxed.
And those feelings started to fade the longer she was left to recover.
"Hmm?"
Morgan perked his head up at the small murmur Julia let out, wondering what it was she said only for her to repeat those words more clearly.
"That's not all, is it?" She asked, voice somewhat breathless as she spoke in an almost mockingly challenging tone tinged with a small bit of hope.
Morgan didn't miss her taunt, taking a deep breath to ready himself before showing what else he had to offer.
"Mhm~"
The fallen princess softly groaned as the lad flipped her onto her side before moving behind her, pulling up her dress as well to expose her rather large, round ass. He appreciated the sight for a moment before moving to grab her panties' side.
Her earlier worries about Morgan viewing her rather plain undergarments were hardly even a current thought in Julia's mind, no longer in a state to care. Instead, she tried to bask in whatever afterglow remained while feeling him rolling the fabric down over her hip and legs before finally slipping them off her feet. With that, she felt him lie down behind her.
She almost shuddered in anticipation.
"Eh!"
Julia briefly sucked her breath in upon feeling her upper thigh lifted slightly aloft, wincing a bit as his grip spread a bit more of his sticky seed over her skin, yet he seemingly paid it no mind. No, his attention was focused elsewhere as he used his other hand to hold the base of his shaft, lining it up as best he could toward where her entrance should be. He watched his tip and more of his length disappear underneath the hill of her ass from his hips moving forward.
"Ugh!"
The Fallen Grannvale Princess tensed up from Morgan's cockhead brushing against her folds, not quite angled to slip in instead of over. He easily adjusted his angle when pulling back, now more accurately aiming his top towards her loins.
He gave no warning when slipping right in.
"Emm!"
Julia tensed up even further, eyes clenching shut and staying that way as her walls were stretched wide once more. It was a fulling, perhaps overwhelming sensation that had her pushing back against Morgan's front.
Her heart fluttered and her body even relaxed when he wrapped his arms around her, keeping her in place and embracing her.
Gently lowering her leg back down, the fallen pair briefly winced at the added pressure in her loins from the weight of her upper thigh, a tight-sensation increasing. Using the hand that had been holding her leg aloft to wrap around her side, he rested it on her stomach, attempting to help her ease into the sensation while adjusting to the sensation himself. And when she finally seemed to be relaxed enough, he began moving.
"Ohh~"
Moans flowed from the fallen princess' mouth in response to the slow, deep thrusts used by the lad behind her. It was a rhythm that was quite the step down from what he previously used against her, nowhere near as fast nor hard, only similar in the depths reached. Even so, Julia found herself enjoying it far more.
"Mhm~"
Was it this embrace? The two were so closely pressed against one another that she was able to take in more detail than her eyes could manage to discern. His shirt made him appear far buffer than one would expect, only for her to realize that wasn't quite the case. There was some muscle, yes, but it was apparent Morgan was still in the early stages of properly developing them, a similar revelation found in his arms. She never realized how slender they were.
Yet despite those revelations, she couldn't deny how they felt, comforting .
However, those were hardly the only sensations she experienced, such as his groin pressing against her ass from his thrusts. She could feel her flesh shifting and molding as a plush cushion, tingles sent up her spine that prepared her for the sparks of pleasure spoon following, lit by his dick rubbing against her many little bumps. There was also the faintest sound of slapping skin from that brief contact, so faint she couldn't even hear it.
No, her ears were too preoccupied with her small moans and pants, and the small sounds Morgan let out behind her. Every noise he let out had a hint of pleasure within them, despite how much he tried to suppress it. He was enjoying this, and the thought made Julia feel warm , and not the same warmth she experienced from his breath tickling the back of her neck and ears.
"Hiii!"
A sudden convulsion of her walls had a brief, small hiss slipping past her open lips while Morgan briefly winced. He kept his breathing steady, fighting off whatever inner desires he had of letting loose and pounding the girl's tight twat and claiming it for his own. No, he suppressed the urge, keeping this lazy, enjoyable pace he set.
In the back of his mind, he thanked Corrin for tiring him out so much the previous day. Even after recovering from a long sleep, that marathon of sexual fury and unchecked lust in a battle for dominance helped him to conserve the energy he had now for more efficient use.
Energy he seemingly put to good use based on Julia's reactions.
"Ahh!"
Her small whine quickly passed when her breathing came heavier and her pants more abundant. Her hips were now squirming, moving back against him in need as Morgan's grip helped them to find a pace that suited them both. Her fingers reached out and dug into the sheets for some support at the pleasure that was burning over her.
Morgan didn't blame her, the pleasure was quite something despite their pace being quite slow. Even after experiencing it once, Julia's loins held quite a unique grip compared to Corrin's. Her walls didn't squeeze nearly as tight, instead opting for a more snug embrace. It just felt right, and so comfortable; he could almost just leave himself embedded within her loins and drift peacefully off to sleep.
Except sleep wasn't the goal, no, pleasure was, her pleasure. And recalling her earlier taunt, Morgan thought now was the time to showcase something special.
Julia shuddered as she felt his hand drift down from her stomach towards her groin, however, her mind was fogged by the hazy pleasure that made it hard to pinpoint what exactly that sensation was. Only for that fog to suddenly dissipate in a blaze of pleasure lit by her softly pinched clit.
"H-Hah!"
She yelped, a small yelp, but a yelp nonetheless. Her closed eyes widened in surprise, back arching and body tensing as she suddenly came then and there all over Morgan's cock. The orgasm was hardly to the same degree as her previous one, even so, it was quite potent, rocking her body and leaving her feeling so blissfully numb.
"Ohh~"
That faded-purple-hair girl went limp in the embrace of her darker-shaded-hair partner, red eyes rolling slightly back while she drifted up into the clouds above. Morgan, meanwhile, gritted his teeth as her walls continued to convulse in an attempt to draw out his orgasm. Except this time, he didn't give in and succumbed.
When her walls began calming down the fallen lad pulled back, slipping his member out of her slick passage and prompting another moan and shudder from Julia as she was coming back to. Till she fully regained consciousness though, Morgan continued to embrace her, pressing her back against his front while his loins, still hard and coated in her juices, gently wedged itself between her ass-cheeks.
"Ehh~"
The feeling of something hot, hard, and sticky between her rear was one of the things she first realized upon coming to, shuddering before her body instinctively sank into the comforting embrace she found herself in. She felt tired , not physically, more so mentally.
She'd been holding in so many emotions, emotions she never felt to such a degree before. That along with new experiences she was still processing left her more drained than expected. Honestly, she wanted to do more, however, with how blissfully numb and relaxed she felt, she thought it might be best to just enjoy and bask in the moment before continuing.
At least, that was her plan until a twitch of her hips had her ass bumping back against Morgan's crotch, allowing his shaft to sink further between the crevice of her soft cheeks. It was a strange sensation, not necessarily unpleasant, but something that'd need some time to get used to. A realization occurred before that happened. Something was lacking, something that should've been trickling out of her loins, loins that felt less warm and full than before.
She almost tsked in annoyance, determination motivating her to act.
"Huh!?"
Morgan was caught off-guard by Julia's sudden action, pushing him back before moving forward to break their embrace. He'd expected her to rest for a bit by the way she'd been relaxing, however, he was now confused and curious at what seemed to change that as sat up and grabbed at her dress.
"Ergh!"
Julia growled in her fumbling attempts to reach under the straps that held up the cape before finally gripping her dress' neckline. With a firm tug harder than she planned for, the top edge of her dress bunched around her waist while her sleeves slipped off her arms and hung around her sides. Turning to a now-sitting Morgan, she revealed her lack of bra and showcased her large chest to his gaze.
It was a pleasant sight, one Morgan took a moment to enjoy before finding himself more drawn to her gaze, filled with focus and determination. She knew what she wanted to do, and she didn't hesitate nor give warning before leaning down towards his crotch, hands settling on his thighs to spread his legs.
Her cape fluttered a bit behind her, her freed breasts brushing briefly against his loins, eliciting a small wince on his face at the contrasting sensation of her soft chest to his hard member. It was a feeling he was given a greater taste of as she leaned further down, chest angled in a way that had it resting against the front of his lap and press against the bottom base of his shaft, showcasing both their impressive heft and a lack of firmness in how it molded around them.
However, this was as far as this half-embrace went, for Julia's plan didn't involve the use of her chest, but her lips.
Something she was preparing for after licking his tip
"Em~"
Julia's eyes narrowed as she sampled the taste of her own juices coating Morgan's cock. It was sweet, far more than she would've expected or preferred. At the very least, though, it wasn't anything that would cause issue or discomfort when she'd be sucking him off earnestly.
Taking a few moments to prepare herself, she glanced up towards Morgan, him gazing at her with that usual stoic look.
The fallen princess was curious if she could make that look falter.
Without breaking their gaze, Julia tucked a few strands of her faded-purple-hair behind her ear to better showcase her red eyes that matched his own. Afterward, she opened her lips and wrapped his tip between them.
"Heh!"
Morgan tensed up in response to the warm embrace that enveloped his dick, fingers briefly digging into the sheets before he relaxed at the sensation of Julia's bobbing head. Her pace was slow, one hand on his thigh to steady herself while the other was held on her head's side. Her eyes were lidded, breaking their gaze with him looking down at the length she was slowly surely sucking down further with each descent, bit by bit.
The contrast was clear compared to Corrin's efforts. The silver-haired princess had displayed eager hunger in her actions, practically devouring his cock without restraint or regard for his pleasure. Even when she was tired and sluggish, her unrelenting blowjobs continued. She always put in her best efforts to receive another heaping of his seed as some sort of replenishment.
However, Julia's approach was far different. He could tell this was her way of showing some repayment, to make up for his lack of an orgasm. Even so, that didn't mean she was gonna push herself to or past her limits for him at the moment. She would take time to get accustomed to the sensation, and while she'd try making it enjoyable, he shouldn't expect anything special or unique without her getting some new motivation.
Still, it was fairly relaxing in a sense, one that was undoubtedly easing him towards a release that he'd gotten somewhat close to by their previous round. Her blowjob was a simple sensation, with Morgan far more able to enjoy and bask in it compared to Corrin's unfettered assault. At the very least, he couldn't deny his heart thumping just a bit heavier while gazing down at her.
The red-eyed princess glanced up towards the same red-eyed lad, a stoic look on her face as they locked gazes. Yet there was a glimmer in his look, pleasure in her eyes, and that assured Julia he was at least enjoying the sensation. The fact pleased her enough to continue her efforts and do just a bit more.
Her lips tightened into a more snug seal around his girth, gliding over his length while her tongue softly brushed over the sensitive skin. Her actions whipped away her juices and coated his dick in her spit, and with her juices now gone, she was able to better taste his shaft.
It was hardly anything special, nothing really distinct about it that could easily contrast with the foreign juices once layering it. Though the same couldn't be said about the scent.
It held a musky sort of smell, not unpleasant, but not something she was finding enjoyable either. Still, there was a certain charm to it, she supposed. The musk was potently heavy enough that as it seeped through her nostrils and into her lungs, it helped to put her into a trance. A fog settled in her mind, one of lust and desires that gave her focus and motivation, yet made her feel so relaxed as well.
And just a bit more determined.
"Mhhm~"
Pulling back till just his tip remained, Julia swirled her tongue across his slit, scoping a droplet of precum that seeped out. The taste made her pause as she sampled the seed that was still trickling out of her loins, it was… salty. Not overly strong, just enough of a contrast in comparison to the sweet taste that'd lingered in her mouth from her juices.
She found herself more interested in what the taste of their mixed juices would be like than his seed itself.
Still, it wasn't as if she disliked it. Perhaps enjoyment would be too strong a word, but she could certainly swallow a few loads with little resistance or discomfort if needed. Though she was quite certain she would risk choking herself to take in every last drop.
In any case, she still had a debt she wanted to repay. She took a deep breath through her nostrils, storing needed air in her lungs while also dazing her mind in a scent that relaxed her body before giving her biggest effort yet.
"Ugh!"
Morgan grunted through gritted teeth as Julia pushed down hard on his shaft. With a smooth, brisk motion that had her traveling further than ever before, he soon realized how far she reached when his tip started prodding the entrance to her throat. His fallen partner briefly winced as she was forced to make a split-second decision.
She chose to push on, or rather down.
"Agh!"
A gasp, a small one, but a gasp nonetheless. Morgan's body tensed up from the sudden spike in pleasure around his loins. His fingers clenched the sheets while his hips slightly jolted, accidentally forcing Julia to take another inch down her throat.
"Urlp?"
The sudden addition of length caught the princess off-guard, with her gag reflexes threatening to trigger and no doubt lead to a small, choking fit. Thankfully, she was able to suppress it enough to endure the sensation of her throat slightly stuffed with part of the tactician's cock.
Honestly, she saw her options limited in what else she could do. Push further down to take in more of his length, then what? She could try massaging his flesh with her throat muscles, except that risked retriggering her gag reflexes. Her tongue could only do so much with what part of his member was within her mouth and not down her throat, and the thought of caving in her cheeks for a deep suck wasn't something appealing to her at the moment.
Perhaps she could use a hand to fondle his balls to help add to his pleasure? Then again, it wasn't as if she had the most skillful, let alone experienced palms. Her attempts risked doing more harm than good at this crucial stage where she believed him to be on the cusp of an orgasm.
What else could she do to bring him over the edge? The answer was - surprisingly - nothing else.
"Ergh!"
"Hmm?"
Briefly caught off-guard by the grunt above her, Julia's eyes slightly widened as she glanced up, finding the sight of Morgan's wincing face. It fulfilled the girl's earlier curiosity of seeing it falter, only to soon realize what caused it as she felt his shaft spasming between her lips. In just a few moments, his engorged tip convulsed before shooting down the first wave of her orgasm down her throat.
"Mgh!"
The fallen princess grunted in shock and mild panic at the potential danger she was in, only for that to be made more apparent with the new substantial sensation of something sticky, and heavy coating her lower esophagus. Before her airways risked being blocked by his second wave, she pulled back as hard as possible. However, she found herself briefly struggling to slip his tip out, prompting her hands to push hard against the bed and his thigh.
The result was her pulling back a bit too far as the entirety of his length was released from her mouth with his next load hitting the spot right between her cheek and nose.
Julia inwardly groaned as she realized then and there she wasn't gonna to particularly enjoy him unloading all over her face. Even so, she did nothing to stop or interrupt his stream, simply giving in and accepting her fate.
She closed her eyes for protection as layers of his white cum masked her pale skin. Her mouth dropped open in some hopes of catching seed, though her tongue stayed put, not rolling out in blatant invitation. She neither cared nor relished for how long his orgasm continued, only enduring the shower and thankful that her position of leaning forward kept the stream focused on the front of her head and not landing all over her body.
She could feel heavy spots piling up, some loads staining her hair while one stray shot grazed her ear. Yet the spot that felt most unpleasant was when some drops seeped in between the metal of her tiara and her skin, creating an icky sensation that almost made her want this to have never occurred.
Almost being the keyword, for there was one benefit to this, one that helped her to endure and almost start to relish it all. The warm sensation of his cum was something she couldn't quite describe, for as much as she disliked aspects of it, she couldn't deny that the way her body shuddered in response wasn't one of disgust.
His shower added some new sparks and fuel to her inner flames of desire.
She almost felt some sadness when his orgasm began to fade, making those first landings of his warm seed that were almost blissful less frequent, before finally coming to an end.
"Huh~ Huh~ Huh~"
Morgan's breathing was somewhat shallow while recovering from his release, one that was more potent than he expected considering how easily he gave in and the build-up that brought it out. Still, he couldn't deny the relief and clarity he experienced weren't unwelcome.
His slightly blurry vision was clearing up, allowing him to see the mask he painted on Julia's face. He resisted the urge to wince.
The girl was still for a few more seconds after his orgasm finally subsided, making sure that nothing more was to come. When it seemed certain that was the case, she relaxed, taking a brief breath before swallowing loads of cum in her mouth with a single gulp.
She took a moment to register the taste - far more potent than the sampled drop she had before - though whether her reaction was positive or negative, Morgan couldn't quite tell. Regardless, she seemingly had no desire to drink down anymore by bringing a hand to her face in an attempt to wipe away the sticky substance coating it. Even under the mask of his seed, he saw her wince as her fingers sunk into the many layers, far more than she thought there were.
Sighing in annoyance, she continued her attempts to wipe away his cum.
Taking pity on her, Morgan reached into his cloak's pocket and pulled out a handkerchief. It wasn't anything of sentimental value, and even if it was, the fallen lad wouldn't have hesitated in handing it to her.
"Here."
He said that as she dug away at some of the layers covering one of her eyes, allowing her to open it and finally regain some sight. Taking a moment to look at the fabric, she glanced at him before accepting his offering with a faint hum and nod.
Silence settled over them after that, with Morgan sitting and loins hanging out, coated in her spit and still semi-hard. He watched her rub the handkerchief over her face, cleaning away his cum far better than she would've achieved with just her hands. It wasn't a great atmosphere, hardly anything romantic at the very least, but there was something relaxing about it, reminiscent of the times the two would simply stand on opposite corners of a wall in silence.
Which made Morgan almost hesitate before making the atmosphere tenser as he asked, "Why did you shut yourself off?"
Julia paused her face cleansing at his sudden question, giving herself a final wipe before pulling the fabric away and showcasing her cumless face. Her eyes were stoic, some trances of confusion within that were reflected in her replying voice. "What do you mean?"
"I understand now you were displeased by how I suddenly kept my distance from you, but I'm still confused as to why you reacted how you did," The lad clarified.
The princess shifted her gaze down towards the bed with a blank look, thinking about the question and a proper answer. Her fellow fallen hero patiently waited for her to finally respond.
"I'm not sure," She told him in a plain and honest voice, tinged with her confusion at the realization that those feelings that had compelled her actions were something she still wasn't able to properly understand. Even so, she did her best to explain them.
"When I noticed that you were starting to cut me off, I felt something almost… instinctual deep within me emerge. I've felt it before, I'm certain of it, something that's always slumbered inside. But this time…I felt feelings of anger, sorrow, grief perhaps, and some other emotions I can't fully describe, all at levels that were difficult to handle."
"Those feelings only became more troublesome to deal with around others, especially when I saw how some other heroes got along. When I glimpsed or heard about you being with other heroes, feelings of jealousy about how you would still be around others yet refused to converse with me swelled, I suppose…"
Morgan suppressed the urge to wince, merely letting out a silent sigh while briefly closing his eyes and lowering his head. He debated on how to respond, or even if he should, except before he could arrive at a decision, she said something else that caught him off guard.
"Which is why I'm a bit puzzled to find myself not caring much as I would've expected about not being the only one you've seemingly gotten quite close with recently."
"!"
The fallen lad's eyes widened in surprise at her statement. "How did you-...?"
He didn't finish the question, still, she understood it, turning to look at him before explaining. "I've told you before I've come to recognize your presence. However, something else, something I'm unfamiliar with is now lingering over it. That alone wouldn't have been enough, no, it was the new scent I picked up on you from that ."
Morgan grimaced in annoyance when she gestured at his cloak.
"I probably wouldn't have noticed had we just passed each other by, but I've always had a rather sharp nose. Hardly anything to the level of the manaketes or bestial heroes, but one keener than you'd expect. And with how much we've been…embracing one another within this last hour, it was harder not to notice it."
"Ugh…"
Morgan resisted the urge to facepalm. She had caught him, and even though she didn't seem to be angry about it, he felt compelled on some level to explain the bigger situation to her. "Look, Julia, I -"
"I don't care."
Her blunt words cut him off, taking the fallen tactician aback. She didn't care? Why?
She explained right after.
"Whoever this other girl is, I don't really care for their identity nor the reason for your union. Whether it was a moment of passion or something that'll repeat, it doesn't seem to bother me."
"All I care about, all I desire, is that you don't cut me off once again," She stated with a rather focused look, leaning towards him with determined eyes.
"Whether you bed another girl or several, be they friend, enemy, acquaintance… family , it matters little to me."
She was crawling towards him now while going on.
"I only ask that you continue to warm me with your flames from time to time. Our experiences today need not repeat, your presence and embrace will suffice."
She was now in front of him, faces mere inches apart as she settled a hand atop of his before stating her final words.
"Right now, though, I'll indulge myself in this experience for as long as I can, understand?"
And with that, she leaned in for a kiss.
"Mhm~"
They shared a small moan, muffled by their reunited lips. Their eyes fluttered shut, with them both reaching out to cup the other's cheek. For a few moments, this was how the kiss went on, the two enjoying a rather simple, tender moment.
However the flames of their desires, of their passion, soon gained fuel and grew. And before they knew it, they were engulfed by them, both figuratively and literally.
The flickering dark-purple flames that had been absent for the most part during their session flicked around them, becoming longer, more frequent, burning brighter and warmer with each igniting spark as the two escalated.
Their hands moved over the other's body, with Morgan undoing Julia's cape while she clasped the rope keeping his cloak over his shoulders, with them pushing aside and letting the fabric fall away. Though this was hardly the end as they set their sights on their remaining clothing, with the red-eyed princess acting first.
She tugged at his shirt's hem, pulling it up and over his raised arms as their kiss was forced to end, tossing the fabric aside to reveal his bare form. The sight made Julia briefly pause, taking a moment to admire the sight. It was… nice, simply put. She was correct in her earlier assumption that he wasn't as muscular as his tight clothing would lead one to assume, but it was evident he had a well-kept physique she could respect and enjoy.
Morgan almost felt bashful at her gaze, and so believing he'd given her more than enough time to stare, he decided it was her turn to be fully undressed.
Her trance ended when he reached forward to grab the bunched-up fabric of her dress around her waist. Instead of pulling it up and over her head as she had for him, he did the opposite, tugging it down. In response, she raised her hips, closing her eyes while feeling the fabric shift over her rump and down her legs before she lifted her knees and lower legs out, allowing him to set them aside.
"Ha!"
Julia let out a small gasp when Morgan firmly grabbed ahold of her thigh and hip, prompting her body to tense up before relaxing in his touch. Her eyes fluttered open to the gentle, simple look he offered to her.
She understood his intent immediately.
Placing a hand on his shoulder, the Princess of Grannvale allowed the fallen lad to lead her toward a new throne on his lap. Her knees settled on either side of him, with her shuddering at the sensation of his cockhead brushing over her folds. Taking a moment to prepare herself, she gently sunk herself on his cock.
"Ohh~"
The girl's usurped heart was fluttering as she tipped her head back and let out a content moan in response to the fulfilling sensation of her walls being stretched by his girth. The flames that flickered around her expanded momentarily before dissipating while she continued to make her way down his entire length, something she eventually accomplished and signified by her soft rump touching down over his thighs.
"Haa~"
Julia's eyes remained closed in both bliss and concentration as she lightly bounced on Morgan's cock. Soft moans and pants passed out of her open mouth while her other hand reached for his shoulder, now gripping both sides tightly for support. The fallen tactician also seemed to greatly enjoy the sensation, gripping her tighter and unable to stop his pants, even if he was able to somewhat suppress his moans.
His partner shuddered as she felt his fingers dig into her flesh and his breath lightly tickle her skin, only to gasp when he suddenly pulled her closer. Her body was rocked with another shudder as their chest were now pressed against one another, her erect nipples lightly grinding and breasts rubbing against his skin. Her eyes fluttered open to gaze at Morgan's lidded pair, the two locking gazes.
That look in his eyes was warm, comforting, almost gentle with the feelings she saw within. It was making the princess feel bashful, yet brought upon a desire to keep him close with her shifting her limbs to better embrace him.
She brought a hand towards the back of his head, fingers sinking into his dark-purple locks. She shifted her weight on his lap to rest on it, allowing her to extend her legs out to wrap around his sides and loosely lock over his back. This shift in position made it so that she now was rocking on his lap, having his dick rubbing against her walls rather than thrusting in and out of her folds.
That suited her just fine, for in the moment, nothing else felt more right, more enjoyable than gazing at one another in an embrace one might dare call loving. The purple flames that had been flickering around them were now fully engulfing the two in a fire of their passion, desires, and affection.
For a moment, Julia wondered if these flames came more from Morgan or herself, only to realize it didn't matter. At that moment, the cold, dark flame that had for so long surrounded her core and limited her view since arriving in Askr seemed like a distant memory, now replaced by a flame so warm and bright.
A flame she was more than willing to fuel for as long as she could as she leaned in for another kiss, one of countless that would be exchanged for the rest of the day.
Author's Note: And that's chapter 2, written around 2 year ago!
In case its not clear, I kinda have a soft spot for this pairing, both regular and fallen. Julia was actually planned as one of the girls in my second phase of Chosen Stars, but that kinda fell through, so I went all in with this chapter when writing it since I wasn't sure if I ever would have another chance with these two again outside this story.
Hopefully you all enjoy it, next chapter is Morgan's final target! How well do you think he'll fare against them? Till, then, thanks for reading
