The foggy woods nearby to the order were a mysterious place that no one in the nearby villages would dare to enter, even fellow heroes wouldn't carelessly wander the environment, and that was because of those who lived within. Fallen Heroes who believed it was best to keep away from others, who didn't trust themselves, or merely held no care for the other heroes decided to settle down here.
Their very nature appeared to make the environment take on a darkened atmosphere, such as the eerie fog that only spread with each new arriving fallen hero. It would've made most squeamish heroes shiver, and most would just be on edge.
Morgan though was not most heroes. Such atmospheres were not uncommon to him, in fact the very fact the forest was still teeming with life, even if it had taken a dull hue, would've made this place seem like a vibrant landscape where he was from.
In any case, he didn't come here to sight-see. No, he was here to visit a specific fallen hero, the only one out of the trio he would visit that would confine herself here.
"It should be around here somewhere," The fallen tactician muttered as he made his way through the forest, trying to follow what could barely be considered a path. He and his sister knew all the heroes in this forest and which part they specifically resided in, from that younger version of Naga's daughter to the prince who sold his soul and lover for power. It would've been idiotic not to keep track.
Still, walking through these woods has been a hassle. Fortunately for him, he wouldn't need to do so for much longer.
"There it is," Morgan found the cabin that housed his target in view. Despite living out in the woods, the order still did their best to properly house the heroes with their own cabins. Whether they choose to use them was up to the hero themselves. Still, the Order did their best, and brave staff and heroes themselves would volunteer to check on the heroes every now and then to see if they needed anything.
Luckily there hadn't been an incident yet, and as Morgan approached the cabin's doors, he would like to keep it that way.
*Knock *Knock
Morgan's fist gave several firm knocks to announce his presence to the one who resided inside. If her schedule hadn't changed, then she should still be present. And from the voice he heard in response to his knocks, she was.
"Huh!? Uh...please give me a second! So-Sorry!"
Morgan raised his brow at the surprised gasp he heard at the beginning of the response. Were they in the middle of something and he had simply caught them off-guard? Perhaps it had something to do with their recent behavior. In any case, he'd just wait and see, being greeted to the first of his targets when they opened the door.
"Oh! Hello there, I wasn't expecting anyone." Corrin, the female fallen version of her, expressed her surprise when she opened the door.
Morgan merely held his arms crossed as he nodded his head. "Apologies for the unannounced arrival, Lady Corrin. However, I was wondering if you could take some time for me to speak about some matters. May I enter?" Morgan's voice was civil enough, though it would be difficult to call it friendly. Still, he had always known it was in his best interest to at least act polite. He wasn't trying to make friends, nevertheless there'd be no value getting on a fellow hero's bad side just for simple things he could avoid.
Corrin looked a bit surprised by his request, her eyes darting from side to side as she found herself unable to look him in the eye. It was at that moment Morgan noticed a bit of her state, her hair seemed a bit more disheveled than usual, and there was some sweat on her brow. That was strange.
And so was her reply. "Oh I don't know, it's...well I'm...It's just not the best time at the moment," She tried to tell him, her voice a tad shaky.
Morgan could instantly tell she was trying to get him to leave for some reason, but why he wasn't sure. And so he pushed back against her words in an attempt to figure that out. "It shouldn't take too long, only a minute or two."
Corrin's eyes once again darted from place to place, she brought a finger up to her lips as she thought of his words. It was clear to the fallen lad that she was trying to find some sort of excuse to turn him away, yet couldn't. And so she had to relent to his request.
"Alright..." She told him, opening the door further and letting him in. The junior fell tactician gave her a thankful nod as he did so, taking a moment to survey the contents of her room.
While the cabin was large, it was practically just a single room. A bed housed on the back center wall, the living room to the right corner, and the kitchen and dining to the left. With the far left and right corners holding doors that lead to the washroom and storage respectively.
And so making his way to the nearby couch, he took off his cloak and placed it beside him while taking a seat, with Corrin sitting opposite of him on her cushioned chair. The way she sat was noted by Morgan as she kept her legs together, hands on her lap as she leaned slightly forward. It seemed like she was attempting to keep herself from fidgeting from her posture while her tail which swayed behind her.
"It's Morgan, right? Or Marc? I'm sorry, it's just that I've heard your other pair of counterparts go by different names," Corrin asked with a polite friendly tone that would've sounded natural from her counterpart if it weren't for how unsure it was.
Morgan shrugged his head while crossing his arms. "I don't mind what you call me. Morgan or Marc, whatever you find easier," He told her honestly.
Corrin nodded. "If you say so," She replied, though which name she would choose to refer to him as she didn't yet say, instead she continued to ask, "So, what is it that you wanted to talk to me about?"
'Welp, guess it's time to see for myself just how troublesome she's become,' Morgan thought before speaking. "Well, I was recently tasked with a mission, and was wondering if you'd join me on it. Someone of your strength would be a great boon to the group."
Corrin's eyes flicked in surprise as his request. "Yo-you want me to join you on a mission?" She repeated, stuttering her response.
Morgan nodded. "That is what I said, no? I do have two others I wish to join us as well, though you are the first I've come to ask," He told her. It wasn't a lie, he actually had been tasked to lead a mission by the summoner, and it was by pure coincidence that the skills of his targets from his sister's request would fit well enough for the task.
So as any good tactician would, he'd try and use that to his advantage.
Corrin's eyes once again flicked from spot to spot as she fidgeted in her chair. "Oh I don't know, Morgan. I've been...well not at my best recently. Surely there are others who could fill my role just as well, if not better. Perhaps even the more...stable versions of me."
Morgan raised a brow at her words, 'So she's admitting that she's been acting off recently, however doesn't seem keen to share much about it. Guess I'll have to push her on it.'
"Not at your best? Are you ill?"
The Wailing soul had her eyes widened at his words, realizing the price of her small, unconscious admission. "Oh no! N-not at all! It's just, I've been feeling a bit off is all, I'm sure it'll come to pass in time. But until then, I don't think I could offer much reliable support on the battlefield," She tried to state, hoping he wouldn't push that matter further.
And Morgan chose not to, at least not directly.
" Hmm ~ Still, it'd be a shame if you couldn't join," Morgan stated, his tone taking on a more solemn tone as he decided to play with the girl's heartstrings with his words. They were his honest thoughts, even if he may have been drumming it up a bit. "In truth, I'm not that close to the other heroes. And the team I have in mind for this mission would mostly include those like us."
On cue, a flickering aura of purple appeared around Morgan's body briefly, similar to the flames that had been flickering around Corrin this entire time. These purple flickers were one of the main traits shared between fallen heroes, and how much they were present could be a clue as to the state of the hero themselves.
Morgan and his sister were able to control their power, and have a calm mind as well, thus their purple flames usually only flicker in times of intense emotion or power, usually on the battlefield. Corrin meanwhile, who had more difficulty in stability of her mind, feelings, and power usually had her flames flicker constantly.
"While there are heroes who don't have much of a problem working alongside us, I think you'd be hard-pressed to find one who would constantly be relaxed around us. They'd either be on guard or worried about our state no doubt. Not to mention, the other heroes - similar to us - who I could ask to fill your place are either indisposed or...Well, you may consider yourself unstable, yet I'd find you much easier to work with than some of our more...blood-lustful companions."
Corrin was a bit taken aback by his words, not expecting him to have such a deep and thoughtful response to her suggestions to choose someone else.
"In short, I can assure you Princess Corrin I did not come to ask you without much thought. I want you to accompany me on this mission because I truly believe it'd be the best and less troublesome to my current plan. Still, if you truly believe you are not fit for it, I will attempt to find someone else," Morgan expressed these words carefully, fully intent on respecting her wishes for whatever decision she chose. Still, that didn't stop him from carefully choosing his words enough to attempt to push her towards a certain decision.
He still knew in her heart, Corrin was a kind and selfless person who would try her best to help others if she could even at the expense of herself. If she refused, that would inform Morgan that something was truly wrong with her, something that he possibly couldn't help with. However if she accepted, well, he'd have a better chance, especially if he was able to see how she acted on the missions and get closer to her as a result.
In fact, his current plan was to get all his targets for this mission. It would give him the perfect excuse to get close to them and see for himself what was plaguing them.
Of course, if one of them chose not to join, well, it'd throw a wrench in his plan no doubt.
Which was why he was pleased with Corrin's response. After fidgeting with her thoughts for a few more moments, she sighed before answering. "Well, when you put it like that, I guess I can give it a shot," She relented.
Morgan could barely stop himself from smiling, yet managed to hide his grin. "Good, would you like the details now or later?" He asked.
"Later," She quickly replied, standing up and prompting Morgan to as well. "So with that all taken - and sorry if this sounds rude - can please you leave? I'm afraid I'm a bit busy at the moment and need to be by myself," She told him, sounding a bit pleading with her tone.
Despite her clearly suspicious wording, Morgan decided to respect her wishes, believing he had accomplished enough with her at this moment. "It's no problem," He told her, noticing the sigh of relief Corrin gave before she reached over and suddenly grabbed him by the arm.
She didn't even give him a moment to react as she pulled him along, towards the door. Opening it up without him staying a word and pushing him out.
"Bye Morgan!" She told him with almost a strained smile before closing the door, not once giving him a chance to reply back to her actions and words.
Morgan for his part was clearly stunned. That was strange, no question. Still, what was he supposed to do, knock on her door and have her explain her actions? No, that'd be too forward, and after getting her to join the mission, he didn't want to push his luck and risk her leaving.
So he'd just have to keep a close eye on her during it, he thought as he started to make his way out of the forest.
Corrin meanwhile, sighed in relief as she saw him leave through her keyhole. She turned around and pressed her back to the door, sliding down onto her rear as she held her hand against her chest while her breathing became rather ragged.
To say Morgan had come at a bad time would've been an understatement to the princess, she had barely been able to keep herself in check throughout their conversation. It was a miracle she didn't look like a mess or at worse...well, she was able to get him to leave, she was afraid of what she'd do if he stayed any longer.
" Mhhmm ~" A long moan left her lips as she spread her legs, revealing a rather damp pair of black panties under her robes that one of her fingers began to rub against. She bit her lip as she squirmed against the door, no longer able to hold back against her urges, urges that had been exacerbated by the lad who she had just talked to.
Absentmindedly, her head turned towards the couch where he had just sat. And once her eyes landed on it, her hazy gaze cleared and her eyes widened. His cloak was still on the couch, her attempts to have him leave causing him to forget about it.
He'd come back for it no doubt once he noticed. And if he did, there was a likely chance he'd stumble onto her current state. She had to stop, hold it back once more and wait till it was safe to continue, which wouldn't be till he got his cloak.
Even so, Corrin found another thought coming into her mind. From this distance, her keen yet muddle sense could make out the scent attached to that cloak, and she'd be lying if she said it didn't smell...nice.
She couldn't stop herself from what she did next.
Morgan had already made quite the trek out of the forest before he realized he had forgotten his cloak. He was so preoccupied with his confusion on Corrin's attitude when she pushed him out and how he would approach his next two targets caused it to slip from his mind. Still, once he realized he had forgotten his cloak, he didn't hesitate to turn back around to retrieve it. The cloak - and some contents stored within - were some of the few things he could consider of sentimental value.
But as he reached the cabin, he found himself becoming weary , on edge perhaps. Maybe it was Corrin's previous actions that caused him to be so, yet it didn't stop him from carefully approaching the door. And as he inched closer, a series of peculiar sounds started to reach his ears.
"Huh~ Ohhh...Godddss~"
That was Corrin's voice no doubt, and it sounded fairly strained. Labored and short of breath while the rustling of sheets could be faintly heard over her voice. It had Morgan even more on edge as he reached the door, careful not to make a sound and alert her to his presence.
Morgan had little doubt this was related to Corrin's condition, whatever it was. Perhaps this was why she wanted him to leave? But what was it exactly? Was she simply feeling unwell and tossing and turning on her bed? Her noises could be interpreted as such, or it could have also been something else.
Something Morgan wouldn't be able to confirm unless he saw for himself what was going on.
Taking a deep breath, Morgan snapped his fingers and made a few gestures, muttering a magical tongue as he activated a few handy hexes to hide himself from a few of Corrin's senses, most specifically, her hearing and smell. Still, he needed to be careful, which was why when he grabbed the handle to the door, he made sure to open it as slowly and quietly as he could.
" Ahhh ~"
Morgan blinked at the noises that poured out from when the door slipped open. That was a moan, no doubt, and to his shock, instead of one of discomfort, it sounded like one of pleasure and need.
His eyes widened in shock as he peered inside.
There on the bed laid Corrin on her side, writhing and squirming as she was still clad in her armor with her purple flames flickering around her. Her breathing was labored and her eyes seemed hazy, her hair frayed as a small coating of sweat began to seep from her pores. Though what was most striking was the hand she held between her legs and the fact she pressed her face against Morgan's cloak. Deep sniffs muffled along with her moans and gasps as she apparently masturbated to his scent, her tail swaying in the air.
To say Morgan was gawking at the sight wouldn't be far off. He had seen many strange things in his time at Askr, and he knew of some of the more strange relationships that had bloomed within the Order. But this? Watching this admittedly attractive princess from another world masturbate while using his cloak?
He was in no way prepared for it.
Still, his mind attempted to rationalize such a sight. Why was she doing such a thing? Was this why she had him leave in such a hurry? Had he interrupted her perhaps when he came, leading to her urges becoming exacerbating as she was forced through their conversation while having attempted to gain a release?
Wait, urges? Were these the urges that his sister alluded to? The ones that were plaguing her and the other girls? It seemed preposterous, laughable, and yet Morgan found himself not completely dismissing the idea. At the very least, he didn't believe Corrin had so little self-control to use his cloak unless something was pushing her.
As he thought of potential reasons and explanations for the sight in front of him. Morgan found his concentration on his hexes wavering, causing them to weaken. It was understandable in a sense, few could claim that the sight and sounds that he was witnessing wouldn't have some effect on them. Such as how his grip on the frame threatened to damage the polished wood and the stirring he felt between his legs.
However it was the sound of the door he was peering through cracking open as he unconsciously leaned forward that gave him away.
"Huh!?" Corrin's senses - despite being muddled - were able to make out the foreign sound that cut through her chorus of lust made her on edge. Her eyes once hazy cleared into focus as she snapped her head up and towards the door.
Their eyes locked as they were both stunned at being caught in their respective acts. Morgan could feel the tense atmosphere that had surrounded them, the type that could lead to something overwhelming depending on what he did.
Her eyes bore into him. He could see that she was having similar thoughts to him, also wondering how to respond. But as he was about to decide to retreat, to leave before coming back later when they had both cooled down or for her to come to him, he realized too late she had already decided her next course of action.
She acted fast, fast enough that Morgan was caught off guard in his current state, practically scurrying off the bed and towards him within a second or two. For a moment, their faces were right in front of each other, and upon closer look, he saw something deep within her eyes that he couldn't see before.
Lust and need.
Just as he took in this revelation she pulled him inside, slamming the door behind him before practically throwing him on the bed.
*Pomf
"Oof!" The fallen lad gasped in surprise at the sudden maneuver as he landed on his back. Too shocked and taken aback by current circumstances to properly defend himself. Just as he tried to pick himself up he found himself unable to as he was pinned down against the bed.
"Corrin! What are you doing!?"
Morgan's eyes stared up into Corrin's, his red pupils flashing with anger and confusion at her actions. And yet the anger he held seemed to dissipate slightly as he saw her own eyes stare down at him apologetically. However her sorrow wasn't just for what she had done, but what she was going to do.
"Morgan, I'm sorry, but...but I can't hold back any longer..." She told him with as apologetic a tone as she could muster as she did her best to hold back one last time, giving him a moment to prepare himself before she slammed her lips down on his own.
The lad's red eyes widened in shock, his body stunned as she pressed her own against it. Her tongue invaded his mouth as she hungrily explored it in clear need, something he was unable to fight against with how long and fierce her pink appendage was.
As she practically sucked on his face, she kept the rest of his body pinned. Morgan didn't believe himself to be physically weak, and it showed with his skin-tight shirt. Even so he was no match against Corrin's manakete strength as she kept his wrist pinned by his head while his lower body was kept down by hers. Her knees were tightly pressed against his hips while she firmly planted her crotch atop his groin. Not to mention he couldn't even kick his feet with her tail pinning his legs down by the knees.
That left him unable to do much as she grinded the rest of her armored body plated body on it. It was, to say the least, strange. The armor got in the way and wasn't that pleasant a sensation, her legs though, they were another story. The inside portion of her thighs and hips were exposed, and the sensations she gave there did help to elicit sparks of pleasure every now and then, making the movements she performed with her upper body more bearable.
In any case, while Morgan was - of course - confused and shocked in every sense of the word, he could understand one very pressing matter. He was running out of air.
Unfortunately, with Corrin pinning him down and sucking on his mouth, he couldn't do much to fix that, or even let her know. His attempts to squirm led to their bodies rubbing even more against each other, and it was creating a rather noticeable reaction down below for him.
Luckily, that reaction helped to save him.
" Huuhhh!? " Corrin gasped as she felt his tented erection poke between her thighs and against her clothed folds. It caused her to reel back as her body shuddered as well. It almost shocked Morgan as he took in a deep breath, to have such a reaction to something relatively simple, it was as if she was incredibly sensitive and pent up.
Something was off, something was very off.
"Corrin..." He called out her name as calmly as he could, catching her attention as she looked down at him with shaky eyes while still keeping him pinned. However he no longer struggled against her, it would've been futile. No, words were his best approach currently. Or at least, one word was enough to let her know she could talk to him.
Corrin understood that message and looked ashamed at her actions. Her breathing was still relatively labored, even so she was able to respond with an apologetic yet pleading tone. "Morgan, I'm sorry, but...please, just please ...I need this..."
Morgan gazed into her eyes, somehow holding some authority over her despite being the one being pinned down. He searched for dishonesty or attempts to trick him, only to find none in her shaky gaze. It was clear to him once again she was doing everything she could to hold back.
And with a sigh, he proceeded to give her permission to let it all out. Turning his head to the side, he merely muttered, "Let's just get this over with."
Corrin's eyes flicked in response to his action, surprised by his response to her clear trespass and not somehow holding anger towards her despite clearly having a right to. She released her hold on his wrist, believing in his words that he wouldn't run or push her away. And she was right, he continued to lay there, no longer squirming or fighting back against her.
Her hands shakily moved towards his head, cupping his cheeks and turning his face back towards her. His stoic eyes gazed into her still shaky pair as she lowered her face back down and began another kiss.
Morgan was a bit surprised by the difference between this kiss and the last. While before her kiss was filled with pure, unfretted lustful hunger, this kiss contained gratitude. Her lips pressed against her much softer, and her tongue gently caressed the inside of his mouth as though she was giving him a massage. Morgan wouldn't deny that this felt a bit nicer, especially because he wasn't as confused or overwhelmed.
Just as he was about to wrap his arms around her, she pulled away, muttering a simple yet grateful "Thank you," before making her way down his body. Kissing, licking, sniffing, and touching various parts of him down the way. From his chin, to his neck, to over the fabric of his chest and abs, she took in various parts of his form in taste, touch, and smell.
Morgan shivered and shuddered a few times from her actions. As for his reasoning not to scold or escape from Corrin despite her actions, he believed it would be best to let her do as she pleased. It was clear to him now that something was off with her actions more than he had previously believed, and that if he wanted to figure out what, letting her calm down before questioning her would be his best course of action. So if she needed some sort of relief before calming down, then so be it.
Not like this was his first time or anything.
Still, the fallen tactician felt some sort of temptation as Corrin reached his groin, her face in awe as she stared at the massive tent that sprouted in his pants. With shaky hands, she gripped the hem of his pants and trousers before pulling them down to expose her target.
"Ahh!" The girl yelped in surprise as his erection sprang out and almost smacked her in the face. Instead, it merely towered over the face of the half-manakete as she looked up at it in awe. Her hands reached out to grab it, causing Morgan to hiss at the touch of her gloved palms as she shifted her face to better gaze at it.
It was large, large enough that she couldn't completely grasp it with both her palms, both in girth and in length. Not to mention the scent it let off was rather intoxicating to the fallen princess, more so than she would've expected. It made her mouth water as her thighs rub together to soothe the unbearable itch. And so in her attempts to scratch it, she leaned down towards his shaft's tip, eyes closed as she gave it an experimental lick.
Once again Morgan hissed in response to her actions, her tongue's flick causing a rather large spark of pleasure to course through his body. Though what surprised him more was how she proceeded to take a leap with her actions with how careful her first lick was. After another two licks, each wetter, longer and pressing harder against his shaft, she proceeds to envelop it into her mouth with one hand wrapped around the base to keep it still while the other pressed against his thigh.
Morgan's fingers dug into the sheets in response as he watched her perform a rather sloppy yet enthusiastic blowjob. Her bobs uneven and her slurping loud. Nevertheless the passion and hunger she expressed more than made up for it. Her tongue eagerly lapped against his flesh, and her lips kept a firm hold on his girth as she sucked on his tip. Not to mention, he had to admit, the moans she let out were rather cute.
He expressed his enjoyment at her actions with moans and groans, even extending a hand out towards her head as he held it rather encouraged, softly guiding her on his dick but not forcing her. It almost took Corrin aback as her eyes flicked up to him, a blush on her cheeks with her mouth full with his cock. But all she saw was his head tilted back and eyes closed as he simply enjoyed her movements, making her tail sway behind her in the air.
His encouragement had her attempting to take in more of his shaft with her next few bobs, slathering it in gratitude as best she could before finally pulling her lips off with a gasp. She wiped the drool that spilled from his lips with the back of her hand while gazing down at his spit-coated shaft, glistening from her saliva.
Morgan shivered from how cool air around them tickled his now moist dick as it was no longer in the warm embrace of Corrin's mouth. Still, he didn't voice his complaints as Corrin gave his shaft a couple of more lips before readjusting herself so that she was sitting atop of lap.
He gazed up at her while she looked down at him with a needy gaze, her mouth agape with ragged breathing as she rubbed her crotch against his erection. Morgan hissed while Corrin moaned as his flesh pressed against her clothed loins, yet he could feel just how soaked his panties were.
After a few more rocks of her hips, Corrin lifted them up and reached under her crotch, seemingly tearing at her panties as he heard the fabric rip before she pulled out the crumbled pair and threw it aside. And even from her raised height, Morgan could feel a rather potent heat tickling down his shaft.
Her hand once again reached down, though instead of going into her crotch it went towards his, grabbing his erect member and properly lining him up towards her folds. However before she lowered herself down, she flashed him one last look, one final look of hesitation as she tried to give him some sort of out. How she managed to do so was beyond Morgan's understanding, but he supposed it was because of her gentle and selfless nature that was at her core.
He gave his answer by raising his hands to grip her hips. After all they, or well mostly she had done so far, why stop now?
And with his permission, Corrin couldn't even hold back enough to give him a thankful look. Instead, she merely chose to close her eyes before dropping herself on his dick.
"Ghhggh!"
"HUuuHH!"
The two's gasps rang out into the cabin as they were both suddenly overwhelmed by the sensation. Morgan's grip tightening on her armored hips as his dick was enveloped in one of the tightest holds he ever felt. Her moist, warm, and soft walls wrapped around the entirety of his shaft while her ass splayed over his lap. He couldn't help but wince at the sensation.
Corrin meanwhile, was experiencing a sensation several times greater than Morgan could've ever thought. Her senses had already been heightened, and her already sensitive pussy was no exception. To finally have a dick - a rather potent one at that - inside her passage, stretching her walls out in a way she couldn't fathom and filling her up like she couldn't believe. It was too much for the half-manakete and she came.
Her shuddering body tensed up while she arched back, head and hair swung with her as she let out a half-cry, half-roar. Her eyes went wide while her tail slammed down against the mattress, thankful in the spot between his legs and not on one of them. Her hands slammed down on the bottom part of her armor and the fabric of the dress she wore underneath, gripping and pulling both so tightly that the fabric tore off while the armor bent upwards.
But most alarming were the purple flames that flickered around her instead enveloped her in an aura that took Morgan aback as he could feel the energy being released. Something that would've put him more on edge had Corrin not been experiencing an orgasm. Her body spasming while her walls clamped down on him with so much force he was partly afraid it'd be torn off. His fingers dug into her armor with enough strength to dent, attempting to hold on as his dick was blasted in hot and powerful waves of cum that seeped from their sexes and onto his lap.
Somehow, Morgan was able to hang on, if just barely. Watching through clenched teeth at the current state of Corrin as she simply kept relatively upright and still for the next minute. Her breathing had turned very ragged, mouth agape with loud pants while still being kept back, face pointed towards the ceiling. Her arms were still firmly gripping her armor and torn fabric, seemingly afraid to let go as if it gave her some sort of support. And most apparent was the still unbelievably tense hold her loins had on Morgan's dick, still sensitive enough that perhaps the slightest movements threatened to set her off once more.
And so Morgan did his best to endure while Corrin recovered. After a few more moments her ragged breathing began to settle along with the purple flames around her, even her loins loosened up a bit. And so Morgan decided to attempt to call out her name.
"Corrin?" He voiced as stoically as he could, wondering if she was now ready to talk.
" -oree ..."
Her reply prompted Morgan to raise a brow in confusion. "Huh?"
" Moorree ~" She croaked out again, clearer this time. Her face tilted back down to look at him and exposing her eyes, hazy with lust and need.
Her orgasm wasn't enough, it wasn't even close to that. All it did was merely allow her to finally start to work on the true itch she needed to scratch.
"Damn!" Morgan muttered under his breath, tightening his grip as Corrin began to bounce atop his dick. Her pace increased exponentially by the second, her hips rocking widely while her tail swayed side-to-side. Her ass clapped against his laps and her lips sang a free-flowing tune of moans and eventual screams.
"Yes. Yes! Moorere!"
Corrin uttered these words again and again as she kept up her pace and continued to increase it. And after bringing Morgan so close to his orgasm already, she threatened to send him toppling over. Yet what the lad found more interesting was how the purple flames around her began to flicker widely once again. Sometimes they enveloped her completely, and others sprouted off into a specific direction.
But just when he thought her flames would be the most interesting thing that would happen within their session, the princess surprised him by gripping parts of her armor once again and tearing it off.
"More!" Corrin whined as her claw transformed fingers dug into her armor, purple flames enveloping her hand before she ripped a chunk of the armor off. It caused the flame to have one sudden burst of life before dissipating as she threw the armor chunk away. She continued to do this more and more, clawing and tearing off chunks of her armor where a flame would flicker.
Eventually, the majority of her armor had been torn off, with whatever chunks that had clung to her falling or flinging off due to her movements. It left her in just what he had found out to be more of a jacket rather than a dress intended to separate her armor from whatever clothing she wore underneath. But even that was soon clawed off and exposed the tight, black skin-tight dress she had underneath.
"Yes! Haha! It's soo good~"
Corrin's open mouth gained a rather stupid grin as she chuckled in relief that she was finally getting what she needed. Her head tilted back once again with her hair swaying and fraying further with every passing second with a steady stream of moans falling from her lips. Her hips had finally settled on a pace, still brisk and wild, though manageable to the manakete, enough so that she could make more concentrated movements with her hands and let her hips move more so on instinct.
Her palms once again settled on her upper body, this time with her soft fingers instead of claws, used to roam her body, exposed by her glove's being tarnished from her transformation. Her dress's fabric was soft enough as to not get in the way of her actions as she groped and squeezed her flesh, still, some parts of the fabric still received a few rips and tears. However she didn't seem to care as she proceeded to cup her bountiful breasts while they bounced under her dress, giving them a hard enough squeeze to make her moan sound more like a yelp.
Morgan looked on rather stunned by the admittedly erotical and captivating sight. To watch this attractive girl pleasuring herself while bouncing on your cock would've been a massive ego boost to most, but to Morgan, he was simply stunned things had gotten like this to begin with. Even so, he wouldn't deny it being enjoyable.
Still, he had mostly been laying back and allowing Corrin to let loose, his hands had settled down to her thighs when she started to tear off her armor. And as she continued to bounce on his cock while groping her tits as her orgasm further seeped down onto his lap, Morgan decided to test the waters with what he was capable of. However with how close he could feel his orgasm approaching, he didn't have much time to do so.
With that time limit, the dark-mage shifted his grip back up to her hips, taking note of just how much better he could feel her hips with just her black dress. After taking a moment to appreciate that fact, he tightened his grip and prepared himself, for as soon as Corrin tried to lift her hips up, he caught her off guard by using his strength to pull her back down on his dick.
"HUUHH!?" Her gasp cut through her moans as her ass slapped and splayed over his lap. Her body shuddered as the rhythm she had set for herself was rudely interrupted. Her passage - still sensitive - was unprepared to be filled and stretched with his cock as the very tip poked her core. Not to mention she could just faintly feel his touch on her hips, and without her armor getting in the way, it almost felt comforting.
It was too much for her, and with her another loud, half-roar, half-cry, her body spasmed as she experienced another orgasm. One powerful enough that her wings sprouted from her back and expanded with enough power to send a small gust across the room while her body was briefly enveloped in a dark flame.
Morgan's teeth clenched, barely taking note of her winged appendages as his dick was once again washed in a powerful wave of her orgasm while her walls clamped tightly around him, except this time, he couldn't hold back. With a loud groan, his own body shuddered as he came into her passage with loads of cum.
The fallen princess moaned as she was filled up with the fallen lad's seed, her walls milking his cock and in turn, orgasm for all it was worth in pure instinct. The combined sensation of her orgasm and getting creampied caused her eyes to roll back while the itch she experienced seemed to be given the best scratch she had yet.
By the time it was over, her passage was overflowing with their combined juices. Too much space already taken up with his cock alone, and so their juices seeped out of their sexes together. They leaked onto his lap before seeping further out to stain her own thighs and the fabric of both his clothes and the sheets of her bed.
Still, neither of the two could begin to care as they basked in the aftermath of their shared orgasm. Both their mouths agape as they exposed their ragged breathing. Beads of sweat glistened parts of the skin they had exposed while soaking parts of their clothing in others, with some strands of their hair now sticking to their skin.
For Morgan, he couldn't deny that the experience had been a bit intense, even if it had been a while since he's delved into this sort of pleasure. As for Corrin, if her first orgasm with Morgan was better than anything she couldn't have done by herself, what she had just experienced was far beyond even that. And to experience the sensation of being filled with it, it helped to soothe her craving in a way that made her wonder why she never thought of it.
And so as she tilted her face back towards the lad beneath her, he could see in her eyes the haze of lust and need, while not having disappeared, seemed to lessen. At least enough that he believed now was his best time to ask.
"Well, are you ready to talk and tell me what's going on with you?"
To say that the air between Morgan and Corrin was tense wouldn't be untrue, but it wouldn't be the whole picture as well. There was confusion on Morgan's end, mortification on Corrin, and a few other emotions that created an awkward atmosphere that would've made even the most stoic of heroes uncomfortable.
Morgan sat on the couch once again, his pants pulled back up to cover his loins, though he was still missing his cloak. The reason being that it was currently wrapped around Corrin as she sat on the couch opposite of him, fidgeting and looking away from his gaze as most of her draconic appendages that emerged were gone save for her tail. The scally limb swung nervously behind her while she clutched his cloak tighter, hiding most of her bare body due to the fact that she had torn off her armor and dress except her armor leggings in the heat of the moment. Why she hadn't just gotten a new pair was beyond both of them, Morgan had just offered her his cloak when he noticed she looked a bit uncomfortable presenting her mostly bare body, and she had accepted.
In any case, they were focused on the conversation they were having, except they were mostly silent as Morgan took in the info that Corrin had barely managed to explain to him. A tense silence that was neither good nor bad hung over them as the fallen tactician attempted to come up with some response to the fallen princess's words.
"So, let me get this straight," He began, leaning forward and clutching his hands together in front of his lap as he took a deep breath before speaking once more. "You're in heat?"
Corrin barely suppressed the urge to squeak at his words, but she couldn't help the deep blush that covered her cheeks and the embarrassment on her face. "That would seem to be the case, yes…" She told him, fidgeting in place as she found herself still a bit on edge, her urges from before still present if a bit sated thanks to Morgan. Even so, she knew that it wouldn't take much to set her off, with her still feeling the effects of their actions.
The smell present along with his own musky scent from his cloak, the faint taste of his lips and mouth still present on hers, not to mention she could still feel a bit of their mixed juices rolling around her loins and slowly seeping out in a way that made her thighs clenched tightly together. She was thankful for the fact that the last orgasm she did manage to attain was quite a powerful one, as it would help her handle her current state for a bit, long enough at least. Hopefully.
Morgan gazed at her for a few more moments, attempting to see if there was any trace of dishonesty in her voice. Not dishonesty that what she was saying was false, but whether she was holding back information that would paint a bigger truth. However from what he saw and heard in the tone of her voice, he concluded she was being completely truthful.
He gave a sigh before speaking. "Well, that would certainly give a reason to your actions and recent behavior," He concluded loud enough for her to hear, his tone rather plain as he stated his words rather matter-of-factly. And it was this tone that caused Corrin to be confused.
"Yo-you're not mad?" She shakingly asked, barely able to look in his general direction with a sideways glance.
Morgan raised a brow at her question. "Annoyed? Yes. Angry in the moment after you threw me on the bed? True. However, now? I would say no," He told her.
Corrin was almost shocked by his response, eyes wide and mouth slightly agape as she finally looked at him completely. "Bu-but I used you!" She practically shouted at him in disbelief.
"Oh yes, no doubt," Morgan agreed without complaint, making Corrin flinch at his agreement. Though before a sense of shame could once again wash over her for her actions, Morgan elaborated on his feelings. "But it'd be wrong to say that was the whole story, yes? From what I saw, it was clear you were barely in control of your actions, and even so, you attempted to give me chances to object to your advances. However, to be frank I doubt even if I disagreed it would've stopped you, you still made some effort, which was impressive considering your state."
Corrin was seemingly taken aback by what sounded like some weird praise in his words, becoming a bit more taken aback with how he described his own part in the situation next. "Though I'm not blameless as well, you attempted to have me leave before you succumbed to your urges, and I was in fault for not only catching you in what you assumed to be a moment of privacy, but also staying long enough for you to notice my presence," He stated, before finishing off with. "Though in the end, when you asked for my consent, I gave it. Besides, it wasn't as though I didn't put in a bit of effort on my end. Still, it was certainly overshadowed by yours ."
Corrin couldn't help a blush spreading over her cheeks from his words, unsure of how to take it all. She wanted to feel shame for her actions, felt like she needed to, yet Morgan's words helped to ease the burden she felt, if somewhat. It made her heart flutter slightly as she wondered if some bond between the two was deepened from what had occurred. But whether it would be mostly positive or negative was still up in the air.
In any case, she recomposed herself when Morgan asked a sudden question.
"So, this heat you're stating you're in, are you able to tell how long it'll last? Or when it started?" He questioned with a tone that held the slightest hints of curiosity.
The silver-haired girl fidgeted as she attempted to give an answer, and what it took Morgan a bit aback. "That's the thing...I'm not sure it...it will go away..." She told him with a voice that was both embarrassed and solemn.
The fell tactician blinked at her words. "I'm sorry, it won't go away?" He repeated her words, unsure if he'd heard them correctly.
Only for Corrin to reaffirm that fact with a nod and further elaboration. "Yes...The truth is, I've been feeling this way for a while now, just a little after I was first summoned truthfully. It's just that...well, I couldn't hold it back any longer."
Once again, Morgan blinked at her words before speaking in a tone of somewhat disbelief. "You mean to tell me, for most of the time since you've been summoned here, you've been in a constant heat?"
Corrin's blush once again deepened, embarrassment clear on her face as she responded. "Yes," She was barely able to confirm.
Morgan took a moment to take this confirmation in, finding himself with more questions, questions that Corrin could tell he had with one glance of his face as she decided to answer them.
"It's…It's not like the ones I've had before," She started, grabbing his full attention as she attempted to explain in-depth her situation. "They - as you can assume - happened in specific timeframes, usually lasting around two-to-four weeks, where I would feel my urges skyrocket. But...but this isn't like those times, it's different."
Morgan narrowed his eyes at her, the question of. "How's it different?" expressed in his gaze, to which his companion provided an answer.
"It...it started small, nothing too major, just that my thoughts would generally veer in specific directions. It would be present for a few days before dissipating for some time after I could relieve myself. But...but steadily, they grew, both in urges and frequencies. What occurs once every few weeks became a weekly occurrence, and the thoughts started to drift towards increasingly risque scenarios, to the point where I felt my actual body start to react to it all in a way that couldn't be ignored."
"I think it's slowed down recently, but at my current state, I'll be a complete hindrance to the Order. What little control I did have on the battlefield will potentially be lost before I ever reach one. The truth is, I don't seem to be able to satisfy these urges by myself anymore, or perhaps it was never enough to quell them in the first place."
Her voice took a solemn tone near the end, something Morgan took notice of. Though he chose to focus on keeping this conversation practical for both their sakes.
Crossing his arms and closing his eyes, he tilted his head down as he contemplated the situation. " Hmmm ~, That is certainly an issue for all of us involved. Losing your skills in the order would be a great blow, and I doubt it's been easy for you to continue keeping to yourself like this," He stated, opening his eyes and looking at her to then ask, "Though, if I may be frank, wouldn't this issue be potentially solved if you had a partner to help relieve you of these urges rather than focus on it just on your own?"
Corrin tensed up at his suggestion, the blush on her face taking over her entire body momentarily before she gave an embarrassing outburst. "I-I just can't ask someone that!" She cried.
Morgan - hardly phased by her outburst - raised a brow of mild confusion at her reply. "Why not? I'm sure you're not blind to the many relationships that have formed within the order, and I know you're not naive enough to ignore how quite a few of them are focused more on carnal pleasure than some sort of emotional attachment. I'm sure there'd be someone you can find who'd be willing and suited to fulfilling your needs. Perhaps someone from your world even if you do want some emotional attachment of trust?"
Morgan stated all this rather plainly, while the situation he had learned was by no means anything he expected when he was first decided to take on this assignment, he continued to try and find some practical solution to this all. The goal originally was to get his targets' behaviors back to something that could be beneficial to the Order, and if they became indebted to him in some way as well, that would just be a bonus.
Still, he wondered what this current situation meant for the rest of his targets, and in the back of his mind, he questioned how much his sister knew about it as well before taking him with it.
In any case, his focus was Corrin at the moment, and right now, she seemed to have a rather solemn reaction to his previous suggestion about finding a partner. The previous fidgeting and the embarrassment she showcased from her quick outburst were practically gone as she looked off to the side, prompting Morgan to listen to her next words closely and carefully as she barely managed to get them out.
"It's...it's far more complicated than that," She stated, taking a moment before adding, "It's not just about finding someone I can trust, it's that I'm not sure they'd be safe with me."
Raising a curious brow at her words, Morgan simply asked, "Explain," A bit unsure of what she meant.
Corrin's face took a solemn tone as she prepared to explain another, more distressing aspect of her current situation. "You saw it yourself, didn't you? How my limbs transformed, with me barely in control?"
With her questions, she answered his, Morgan suddenly understanding her fears and worries as a small, " Hmmm ~" rumbled within his throat. "I suppose that's reasonable," He stated, keeping a plain tone as he acknowledged the clear risks she highlighted, remembering a clear example of how easily her clawed hands made quick work of her armor, armor he knew for a fact was quite sturdy. Still, there was a flaw in her argument, though he chose to wait to present it as she continued.
"That's just one of the aspects I'm afraid of, you saw for yourself how I lost control, how I was so lustful. I fear if I were to let it all out like I know I need to if I want any chance to finally be satiated, then the person I'm with risks being overwhelmed. From my lust, my strength, my instincts, to finally my powers, I fear it'd be too much, and that I may hurt them in some way during the process."
Corrin elaborated on her feelings further, a solemn and genuine tone present through it all as it was clear these were genuine fears that prevented her from doing as Morgan suggested.
There were a few more moments of silence that passed between them, with Corrin hoping that she had potentially won their little argument.
Wait, why did she want to win? If nothing else, shouldn't she hope that Morgan would present some solution to her dilemma, she knew she was getting worse and something needed to be done. So why was she so against his suggestions? Even if her fears were genuine, why did it seem like she was trying to convince him that there was no solution, then working with him to perhaps find one?
But there was some pit in her stomach, something that opposed it all in a way she just couldn't explain. She knew it was holding her back, and yet she couldn't understand it as well, and in turn, found it impossible to address it.
Yet just as she feared - or perhaps even hoped for - Morgan presented another response that ran against her own words.
" Hmm~ I think you're forgetting one thing, Corrin. Us heroes can't exactly harm each other."
Corrin blinked at his words and found her mind going blank at the single fact he presented.
"Perhaps it's untrue to say that we can't harm each other. We can certainly rough up one another, and I doubt anyone laying with you would get away unscathed. But at worst, I can't believe it wouldn't result in a quick visit to the infirmary for a checkup for some relatively minor pains and discomfort. The contracts we're all bound by prevents us from dealing any serious damage to one another,"
'Something I've checked personally myself,' The fallen lad silently muttered in his mind as an early memory in Askr resurfaced before continuing his words to the stunned Corrin.
"I don't believe you have to worry about seriously injuring your partner, Corrin. In fact, I'd dare say that you shouldn't have to worry, thanks to our contracts, you won't risk any serious dangers to whoever they are, so you can truly let loose as you believe you need."
Corrin stared dumbstruck at Morgan, tail completely still behind her as she found herself completely and utterly unable to come up with any sort of counter to his words. That was it, the silver arrow needed to break her excuses and finally convince herself to stop hiding away from the solution to her problems. But instead of relief, she only felt a sense of dread.
Morgan, noticing her increasingly gloomy expression, was confused. "Corrin?" He called out to her, wondering what in his words had seemingly caused such a solemn expression.
"...I, I still can't."
Her voice was low, practically a mutter as she hugged her arm with her tail curling shyly to her side, gazing down towards the ground as she still presented refusal to Morgan's suggestion.
"I..I just can't," She continued, her voice almost quivering as she finally started to understand the pit in her stomach that was her source for opposing all this. "I just, I can't bring myself to do this. To ask someone to share this burden with me, to ask them to trouble themselves for it for what has no foreseeable end."
"And...and I'm afraid of what relationship will be formed. I know it's naive of me to believe, but at the very least, I'd hope that whoever I'd choose to lay with is someone I could come to trust and actually have a bond that causes beyond just them performing a duty or attempting to use my situation for their benefits."
Corrin felt herself slightly shake as she finished her words. She knew it was naive of her, she said it herself, and yet she couldn't deny these feelings. Though a part other still felt bad for constantly rejecting Morgan's efforts to help her. She wouldn't blame him if he became annoyed and fed up with her and left, and she couldn't deny that it seemed like the next logical step.
Yet to her surprise once again, Morgan surprised her.
"I envy you, Corrin."
The fallen manakete princess blinked at his words, unsure if she had heard them right as she looked up at him with a stunned gaze as he continued.
"Even under your current circumstances, you're still attempting to be true to yourself. You may call it naivety, even so, you're still following what your heart tells you. Putting others in front of you proves the good person you are at your core."
Corrin's eyes flicked at his remark, a blush once again lighting up her cheeks, yet instead of a deep shade of red that was fuelled by embarrassment, it took a lighter tone as she felt her heart flutter.
But what he said next shook her.
"Unfortunately, I can't simply leave and respect your wishes. I won't claim myself to be some good-natured person, the actions I've taken in the past and even now won't allow me to do so, I'd say. Nevertheless the truth is, whether you like it or not, you need some help."
Corrin found herself finally snapped out of her stunned daze at his declaration, responding to his words with, "But...but it's my decision! You can't possibly expect me to ask someone for help!" The pit in her stomach fueled her response, along with a bit of anger at how he seemingly decided to blatantly ignore her feelings on the matter, "I'll- I'll-"
"You'll what?" Morgan challenged with a stern tone that overpowered her stuttering voice, prompting her into stunned silence as he stole the conversation from her.
"You'll figure something out on your own? Clearly that's gone so well already."
Corrin flinched at his words. And unfortunately for her, he had more to give.
"Do you expect others not to come looking for you and learn of your situation themselves?"
The girl grimaced, wishing that his words would cease as he easily tore down the flaws in her non-existent plan.
"And what's to stop them from falling victim to your urges? We both experienced how you jumped onto me. Do you believe you'll still have as little self-control as you did if you continue to shut yourself away without help?"
Corrin gritted her teeth, feeling her emotions swell up before coming out in an outburst that had her jumping to her feet. Her tail pushing up and out from under Morgan's cloak as it stood stiff and straight behind her with brief flickers of a purple flame sprouted around her body. "So what should I do!? No, better yet, how should I approach this!? Who should I approach this with? Who do I trust to help me keep my sanity by asking them to help me lose it as they lay with me, huh!?"
Her breath was ragged after her outburst, a burst of adrenaline having shot through her as she looked down at Morgan with an almost angry look. She didn't even care, or perhaps notice how her ass was exposed behind her from her tail as it lifted up the back of Morgan's cloak which she continued to wear. She seemingly dared him to give the perfect answer to her question after all the numerous times he seemed to tear down her corners throughout their discussion. And perhaps even hoping he'd prove her wrong once again.
Morgan, simply gazing up at her with a calm, composed face, merely said, "Why don't we start with me?"
"..."
"..."
"...Huh?"
Corrin's voice came out as a squeak as she finally processed Morgan's suggestion, her earlier anger gone as her entire face went red. As much as she wanted to shout out her embarrassment at him for suggesting such a thing, she couldn't, feelingly completely stunned.
And more importantly, not totally against such a suggestion.
Seeing that she was stunned into silence, Morgan decided to continue speaking, his voice still mostly calm though he now gazed slightly off to the side with his arms crossed, and if one were to look closer, they'd notice the barest tint of pink on his cheeks.
"I know of your situation, and I wish to help, so there's no need to feel guilty on that front? Not to mention, we've already done it once, so why not finish what we started? Besides, at the very least, it'll give you a chance to clear your head and rethink what you want to do? So I ask you, Corrin, what do you have to lose if you do this compared to if you don't? You want to help people? Well, start by helping yourself."
The silver-haired princess stared dumbfounded at her guest. Her once tense arms went limp by her side along with her tail as it fell between her legs. Soon she simply fell back onto the couch, an empty gaze on her face as her focus was on the thoughts that were formed from Morgan's words.
She couldn't understand it, couldn't comprehend it, not her own feelings or his own. She just...didn't know what to do.
Morgan wanted to tsk at the sight, his thoughts filled with annoyance at his choice of words which may have made things far more complicated than he wanted. It would seem like he'd need to take a more active lead in this endeavor, something he wasn't the keenest of, but he knew he had to do something.
These were the cards he was dealt with, and he'd play them to the best he could.
Corrin barely reacted to Morgan getting up from his side to sit next to her, though after a few moments, she slowly turned her face towards him. Morgan stoically gazed back at her once empty gaze as it was now filled with turmoil and nervousness. She wasn't sure of how to respond, she didn't know what to do.
But with her gaze, Morgan could tell one thing, she wanted, no, needed him to make that decision for her.
And so with a small sigh, Morgan prepared himself to do so. Placing a hand on his cloak over her shoulder, he leaned forward, Corrin's eyes widening when she felt his lips press against hers. Soon afterwards they fluttered shut in blissful content as she accepted his kiss, moaning slightly in relief.
But while the princess enjoyed and melted into the kiss - even recuperated it - Morgan was less than thrilled. He was slightly conflicted, simply for the fact that he wouldn't consider himself a romantic, in truth, he'd much prefer to be blunt about this and as she put into words earlier, fuck her sanity out and into place. Yet he knew that after her earlier outburst, he needed to earn her trust, to ease her into this so that she'd freely give up control and let it all out rather than force her to.
Though part of him would admit, kissing her like this wasn't so bad, her lips tend to feel nice, though he wasn't sure about how he felt when she placed one of her hands atop of his own and held it for support. However if it made her feel better, he'd go with it, this was for her more than him after all.
And so that's why he decided it was time to move on to the next step. Corrin barely noticed her partner bringing his hand in between her legs, continuing to indulge in what was a surprisingly enjoyable exchange of lips. She couldn't deny the reaction that occurred when his fingers brushed against her folds, her entire body shuddering, face wincing at the sensation she let out a muffled moan into his mouth. Her hands flew up to his chest and shoulder for support as she leaned her body against.
Pulling her lips away from him, the princess panted heavily with a blush on her face. "Morgan~" she whined lowly as his fingers continued to test her folds, whether he was teasing or testing her reactions, she wasn't sure, and she couldn't care at all.
She wanted more, and expressed this by spreading her legs just a bit more.
Quickly understanding her message - or perhaps more accurately, plea - Morgan was quick to take this opportunity. He dove a pair of fingers into her snatch, instantly drawing a small yelp from his partner as her grip tightened against him. He barely flinched as her tail smacked down against the couch's side, though he tsk and grit his teeth at how her nails scratched against his fabric, and he could've sworn he heard something tear. He was taken aback by how tight her loins clenched around his intruding digits.
In any case, he needed to gather up information, moving and rubbing his fingers against her walls in a way that was mostly experimental yet still carried some flow so as to not surprise her too much. He knew for certain that she was incredibly sensitive, and it wouldn't be that hard to set her off. But in turn, that'd make her potentially unpredictable, and something that'd risk his current control.
No, he needed to probe her, test her reactions, see what she responded positively, or well, more so how positively she responded to what he did. As before he could set her off, he needed to set her up, allow her time to prepare and accept her needs before succumbing to them, and truly let it all out.
And right now, he was setting her up quite high. She squirmed and fidgeted atop the couch as she reacted to his fingers stirring up her insides. Her hips wiggling and shaking as she both tried to pull away from his movements when they became too much, only to push herself back when she craved more in a cycle that became as frantic as her breathing.
Yet she clearly didn't want him to stop, with the way she held him, clutching him for support as she was becoming putty in his hand. Waves of pleasure overwhelmed her while she filled the room with her moans and gasps. Sweat started to glisten her body with a small shine on the parts of her skin exposed from Morgan's cloak as she continued wearing it.
She arched her neck back to let out another moan, and in doing so, exposed her neck, eliciting Morgan's curiosity as he decided to test something out. Leaning down, he latched his mouth onto her supple skin, drawing an instant reaction from her.
"Huh!?" She gasped, eyes widening and body going tense, only to shudder when she felt his tongue lick over her skin, coating it with his saliva rather than her sweat. And she realized she rather liked that, finding herself wanting more.
"Mhmm!?" Morgan gave a muffled gasp of mild surprise he felt himself pressed against Corrin's neck, leaving him no chance to pull back, only able to shift over the area his lips were latched onto. Her hands had rearranged themselves, now holding onto his back and head to keep him close as she leaned the side of her head against his.
Corrin found her senses becoming overwhelmed. Of course, there was the feeling of his fingers rubbing against her walls in ways that were making her squirm, though there was also the sensation of his lips traveling over the sensitive skin of her neck; the way her sucked up her sweat in a moist, warm cavern before coating it with a layer that made the air feel so cold once his lips moved somewhere else.
There was also the feeling of being so close to him, hugging him, embracing him in a way that conveyed her desires of not wanting him to stop. And there was also the smell, gods the smell. There was a strange scent to his cloak that wrapped around her, traced with something dusty that brought her minds to hidden and out-of-sight places such as alleyways and the like, but also a faint trace of wax and ink along with his own personal scent that mixed into something almost... comforting .
There was also his own scent that she was able to indulge in directly from atop his head was something more, something muskier. It seemingly showcased maturity and endurance not from age, but from circumstance as the innocence and fresh scent that should've been present for a lad like him was almost nowhere to be found. Even so, there was something enticing to it as well.
But something else that made her feel weak in the knees - despite the fact she was sitting - was how his entire aura radiated a flame so unique. A purplish flame defined him, with a dark outer layer that seemed cold, yet inside it was a purple that was a lighter shade, still on the darker side of the spectrum and nowhere near the brightness that radiated from his non-fallen counterpart. Even so, within that core was something far warmer, perhaps even kind.
She reacted to it, her own purplish flames sprouting out over her body in a few places, flaming her heat and stirring her pools of lust and need.
"Ah~! Hah~! Haa~!"
Morgan, upon hearing the princess's chants of pleasure, decided it was now time to finally bring her first wave of relief, or more accurately third. In either case, he believed he had experimented and learned enough from his current actions to move on to the next step.
Though that brought about the question of how he should make her cum? Continuing at his current pace, he'd estimate it'd only take a minute or two for her to achieve one. However part of Morgan was curious as to how she'd react to a spike of pleasure, though he wouldn't deny he wanted a bit of payback for all the trouble he's been put through because of her.
And so after thinking of an idea to achieve it, Morgan occupied lips curled into the faintest of sadistic grins.
Trailing his thumb up over her folds while a trio of fingers pumped in and out, he found it brush against the nub he was searching for, confirmed by the moan and shiver Corrin let out. And so after a moment to prepare himself, he attacked.
"Haah!" Corrin's eyes widened in shock and immense, overwhelming sensation of pleasure at Morgan's threefold assault. His fingers dug deep into her loins, reaching and rubbing against some of her most aching walls, his thumb pushed down on her engorged clit, and his teeth sunk lightly into her sensitive skin.
She didn't even realize the fingers she had on Morgan's back transformed into claws with a brief flicker of flames, yet Morgan noticed the sharp, brief pain from something digging into his back and no doubt tearing his shirt. Still, it wasn't enough to distract him fully from the orgasming girl beside him, her body thrashing lightly against him as her loins clenched tightly around his fingers, bathing them in her orgasmic flood while she gave out a loud moan of relief. She held onto him as her life depended on it as she experienced an orgasm that was far more intense than she expected or was prepared for.
Morgan, for his part, had no choice but to wait for her orgasm to subside, dealing with the intense hold she had on him while her thrashing reached a point where he wondered if the couch was shaking due to the swaying of her tail alone. Eventually, she started to calm down, almost going limp against him, her breathing heavy and eyes slightly dazed as came down from her high.
The fallen tactician opted to give her a few more moments to recover, after that, he worked to release himself from her grip. Her fingers were still locked tight on his head and back, with her seemingly clinging onto him for some form of support, so it took quite a bit of effort for him to pry off her digits.
He started with the hand clenching his head, able to slide it off relatively simple enough. His back, however, was another story.
He could feel the scaly limbs her finger had transformed into, seemingly being some mix between her human limbs and dragon-like appendages as the underside of her fingers still had a human texture. However there were claws he could feel digging into his back, strangely enough, or perhaps expectedly from one perspective, they didn't seem to hurt. Not that he couldn't feel anything, more that he was numb to it, but he did feel a sense of relief upon finally freeing himself of them.
He helped guide her to rest back against the couch, not wanting to risk her falling onto the floor in front of them, and not wanting to put in more effort on laying her down against the couch itself. Yet his efforts seemed fruitless, or more so unneeded as once he leaned her back, she proceeded to lean towards her side and land on it with a small thud that almost prompted a groan of annoyance from Morgan. Luckily it seemed as though Corrin was too dazed to care, only giving a small gasp at her landing before continuing to rest more comfortably on the furniture.
Deciding he didn't need to focus on her at the moment, the fallen lad from afar decided to inspect his current situation. Pulling over his shirt - exposing his surprisingly impressive and toned upper body - he was unsurprised to find the back filled with a couple of rips and tears from Corrin's claws. And to his curiosity, he found only the faintest stains of blood near the edges of some of the rips. He would've thought there'd be more, or none at all.
Placing a hand on his back, he felt around the parts where her claws had dug into his back, and aside from the fact the skin was a bit sensitive, it felt fine. He'd been wondering how the contract's power would protect him from harm, and it seemed Corrin's damages would at most, be a sharp but brief ache of pain before being healed up, so that was handy knowledge.
And on Corrin, Morgan turned his gaze back towards the dazed fallen manakete, finding that she had made herself more comfortable on the chair by pulling her legs up atop and bending them close. Her breathing had slowed down to a more peaceful yet still loud rhythm, with her eyes having lost a bit of the daze they held and still a bit out of focus.
Yet he still saw the waves of lust and need flowing under the surface of her gaze, calmed a bit for now, though building up in the dam that was her urges. And so, knowing this was far from over, Morgan elected to make himself a bit more comfortable.
Corrin's ears twitched as she heard the rustling of clothing, her dazed eyes lazily rolling towards the source before clearing up as she saw Morgan standing and removing the rest of his attire. His baggy pants and booted sandals being pulled off his form as he revealed most of his bare form in form, and well, it was quite a sight, at least more than what one would expect from the fallen tactician. His tight shirt not having lied about what he held underneath, in fact, if she were more clear minded, she'd think it didn't do him justice.
But of course, the thing that once again brought his attention was the potent sword that dangled between his legs, such a blade that had been able to draw such powerful orgasms when she wielded it by herself. However now...now he would be the one in control this time. Sheathing it within her, striking her core with thrusts she could only imagine would drown her in pools of pleasure.
She could feel her body reacting to instinct, unable to stop herself as she got ready for him.
Morgan blinked as he watched Corrin turn over from her side to her back in a move to present herself for him. From her disheveled hair which had strands sticking to her face from the sweat that glistened on her skin, or her bountiful breasts rising and falling from the deep rhythm of her chest. Oh, and of course there were the messy loins that she displayed from spreading her legs, loads of her previous orgasms and one of his seeping out, and along with her sweat, staining his rather important cloak.
Morgan bit back the urge to tsk and groan at how he knew he'd need to wash it out thoroughly later, at the very least, he'd need to hex it on his way back to the castle. However he doubted even the hex he used to disguise the stench of rotten corpses would suffice, especially when most of the times it turned out to just be easier to block out his sense of smell.
Stll, the sight of the flushed princess helped to keep his mind off the future logistics and problems he'd have to deal with. Seeing her like this did bring him some amount of pride in his abilities, along with a desire to do more. And since he knew this was to her benefit, he channeled that desire to best accomplish his goal, and leave Corrin as the satisfied mess she desperately knew she needed to be.
The girl gulped as Morgan approached her, gripping his base, he used his other hand to hold her thigh and keep her secure as he pressed his tip against her folds. The sensation prompted a gasp as she struggled to keep herself steady and stop her tail from swaying as she pressed back against it. And without even a glance to confirm her approval - believing it to be unnecessary at this point - Morgan thrust and buried himself within her loins.
"Ahh!"
Corrin threw her head back as she once again felt filled by his shaft, eye clenching shut in pleasure while she grip the couch tightly for support, realizing just how much she needed this. In her earlier lust when she first bounced atop his shaft, she was so preoccupied with satisfying her lust that she didn't even realize just how blissful and amazing Morgan's cock felt within her snatch, only that it was capable of drawing pleasure she tried to squeeze out. And after being relieved once again from his skillful fingers, she was now able to appreciate it so, so much better.
The way his girth stretched her walls as they hugged him back in response, how far his length was able to go and rub against her many sensitive bumps, the live, warm pulse that emanated from the blood that kept it hard within her passage. And when she felt his balls lightly tap against the crevice of her ass and signal that his blade was fully sheathed within her, she tipped her head back far enough that it bumped against the couch's armrest and let out one of the loudest and longest moans of relief she gave so far.
"HAAahhh~"
Giving her a moment to prepare herself, Morgan soon set a brisk pace, not too fast, but not some leisure stroll either, something to get them both warmed up for he assumed would be a long run, perhaps even a marathon in endurance. And so he needed them both to become accustomed to a starting pace before he knew it would eventually be thrown away when she truly allowed her urges to take over, still, it would help him save energy in the beginning at least.
*Slap *Slap *Slap
"Ah! Hah! Huuh!"
Corrin's moans were timed with his thrust, thrust that went deep, filling her up completely as he gave her enough time to savor the feeling of being full before pulling out and thrusting back in. His balls slapped against her ass and helped to create claps of skin that were paired with the muffled and wet sounds of his hips slapping against her occasionally.
Her fingers dug within the couches fabric, her head pushed down against the edge, her tail was flattened against furniture. However those were nothing compared to the force she used to keep her legs down and spread, fighting the urge to wrap and lock them around Morgan's waist to keep him stuffed within her loins.
The sensation of his actions had her withering on the couch and within his cloak, her sweat once again glistening her skin, and the force of his thrust sent her slightly away before he pulled her towards with his grip on her hip. Her breasts flopping mildly underneath his cloak, rustling the fabric as she winced every time her pair occasionally clapped together.
And those claps of fleshy mound was starting to draw Morgan's attention.
He couldn't help but eye the garment, his garment, which the princess now wore as he continued to take her. And while he would never admit he liked her wearing it, especially with her staining its insides with various juices and sweet, he wouldn't deny there was a certain charm he could appreciate from the sight. Even so that sight was starting to become grating when he believed there was something more appealing hidden underneath.
Considering what he now got himself into with Corrin, he'd need quite a bit of motivation to help keep him going for as long as he'd need to, and the sight of her disheveled and withering with a flush and pleasured face could only do so much. Besides, it'd make it easier to do other things to help increase her pleasure.
Corrin barely noticed as Morgan undid the knots that kept his cloak firm around her form and hid most of her upper body from his eyes. The task was quite easy for the lad considering it was his to begin with, not to mention how amateurishly she did the knots in her haste to cover up, though it was a bit of a challenge with their current motions.
Still, the task was completed with relative ease, and Corrin only noticed it not when he pushed the fabric open, but when he reached down with one of his hands to grope her bouncing tit.
"Ghhuu!"
Corrin's eyes widened with a gasp, her body going tense as she felt Morgan's fingers sink into her breast, his rough skin contrasting with her more silky texture. Yet after realizing what was occurring, she happily voiced her approval. " Yeess ~" She whined, eyes clenching back shut as she let him play with her body and bring her waves of pleasure to drown underneath.
One of her hands let go of the couch, instead moving to grip Morgan's shoulder as she attempted to keep him close, unable to stop herself from doing so as she couldn't bear the feeling of him moving away. The way his body loomed over her, the musky scent that was right above her nose, the sounds of his grunts and small pants as he tried to keep himself composed, occasionally replaced by a muffled moan that brought her a strange amount of pleasure. That and so much more were things she didn't know she relished, more than just him pounding away at her, or even playing with her tit - though she certainly wouldn't say that she didn't love those things as well - no, it wasn't just laying with him that was bringing her joy, no, it was being close to him, to have a bond like this after she feared such bonds were out of reach.
He could claim that he was doing this more for a practical reason, that she wouldn't become a problem, that she'd still be of use to the order, but truthfully, Corrin believed there was more to that. She may have been naive, even so she wasn't an idiot, she did have somewhat of a knack for reading people after all.
He could've just simply fucked her out of her sanity to sate her, he could've been rougher, more forward, blunter. Yet despite what his movements currently were, despite some of the rough actions he made, she could still feel a touch of care embedded within them. He was trying to ease her into all this, to help her finally let it all out the way she wanted. No matter what he could say as logical reasoning, Corrin believed that somewhere in his heart, he cared for her, he was going through all this trouble for her after all, so she might as well help make it easier for him and let him know what she wanted.
"Morgan~"
The lad glanced at the pant of his voice, catching Corrin's hazed gaze as she tried to keep herself composed enough under the seas of pleasure for what she wanted to do next. Tilting her head, she revealed the spot of her neck where Morgan had previously latched his mouth upon, evident by the mark. "Please~" She begged, for what, it was clear to him.
Without wasting a moment, Morgan gave her what she wanted. Diving his lips down, he once again latched them onto Corrin's skin. A loud moan escaped her mouth as her hand moved up to once again grip his head, keeping it there as she never wanted him to leave, her once flopping tits now pressed against his chest.
A feeling made more evident as one rough thrust that rubbed against a particularly sensitive area in her loins finally broke her restraint and sent her legs wrapping around his waist, a strong grip preventing him from pulling out too far or for too long before she aided him in thrusting deep within her once more.
Corrin felt her body setting ablaze, perhaps even literally as flickers of purple flame dispersed around her body in reaction to this new vigor the two of them were showcasing. The way they moved and rolled their hips almost frantically against one another that created a chorus of slapping skin. The moans and muffled grunts they were letting out. The creaking of the couch, which she believed was starting to shake.
However the thing that she focused on the most, was the feeling of Morgan's body practically atop her was something she greatly enjoyed. She liked how their chests rubbed against one another, or the ticklish sensation of him breathing through his nose as the breeze blew over her skin.
It was blissful to her, to have him close both mentally and physically, as though in some embrace. And it sang to her in a way that helped to fully give in to the urges she needed. And just when she was about to call out to Morgan, to ask him to go faster, to go harder, to go deeper, to fuck her, he brought her to a release.
"HAAHH!"
Corrin's eyes widened as she felt Morgan's teeth sink into her skin, a tactic he used before but now decided to implement with a bit more vigor. He didn't bite down particularly hard, so it didn't hurt, just enough to get a firm grip and let her feel it.
And feel it she did, with Corrin's heightened senses multiplying the sensation by tenfold. Her body tensed, her breath stopped, it all paused for the girl for a moment.
And at that moment, the dam finally broke away.
"MOORRGGAN!" The fallen princess practically roared, eyes shutting tight as she was swept away in the tsunami of her orgasm. A tsunami that Morgan found himself swept away by as well.
The fallen lad gritted his teeth and clenched an eye as her body thrashed under him, and more importantly, her loins clamping down on him, hard . It was a desire, an instinct that drove this action as she desired to be filled by his seed, and Morgan was powerless to disobey. Her limbs were locked tight around, he doubted he could escape even with all his strength. And so he succumbed, allowing his orgasm to pass through as he shot his loads into the waves of her juices as they washed over his cock before becoming a sea of mixed fluids between their loins.
"Ahhh~" Corrin's moan of relief was quite something as she once again felt filled up by Morgan's spunk. The warm and heavy loads created a weight within her loins that was almost comforting, something that made it easier to relax after another quite potent orgasm.
On the couch, the two laid atop of one another, with heavy breaths, sweaty and disheveled bodies, they looked as though they had gone through quite the session, more than enough for most people.
But when Morgan glanced into Corrin's eyes, he knew for a fact this was far from over. No, it was only just beginning, as all he had done was finally break away the dam that was holding her urges back as she could finally express them freely.
And with her gaze, she expressed one thing clearly.
She wanted more.
*Thud *Thud *Thud
"Yes~ Ah! More! Give me more!"
Corrin's moans and cries rang alongside the creaking wooden wall she was pressed back against as it endured the force of Morgan's thrusts. The half-manakete clinging onto the lad with an almost desperate grip with her legs and arms wrapped and rattling around him. The once junior tactician held her up by gripping her ass, his fingers digging into the globulous, fleshy texture while he pounded the princess with ferocity.
The two had been going at it for little under an hour now, their actions having been limited to the couch they had started on, that is until it turned over when Morgan put a bit too much force into a thrust. Nevertheless it was of little consequence to them as they quickly moved to another area of the cabin in the form of the nearby wall. With the two's current state being sweaty, disheveled, and completely bare, hair tattered and skin marked with countless stains, and scratches in Morgan's case as he pressed Corrin against the wall.
"Ergh!"
Morgan grunted as he gave a particularly deep thrust that tightened Corrin's grip on him. He needed to use much of his strength to pull back against it enough to slam his shaft back in while continuing to hold her up, the wall of the cabin helping to alleviate the strain a bit.
Still, it was a challenge, with the girl withering between him and the wall as she was losing herself from the pleasure she endured. Her chest rubbing against his own as her sensitive nipples scabbed against his skin, the way he roughly took her with a sense of desire, along with more was contributing to an overwhelming amount of sensations for the girl. Her tail swayed widely below the floor and in front of his legs, with Morgan somewhat fearful they would bang against his limbs and send them both tumbling down.
To be honest, Morgan started to feel a sense of dread as he continued to fuck Corrin towards her next orgasm, the reason? Other than her ever-present tail, the rest of her draconic appendages haven't made much of an appearance. It was strange to Morgan, after how they had appeared at the beginning of all this, he was perplexed why they weren't sprouting out. Perhaps Corrin was overestimating how much of a danger they'd be during the act and was able to control them better than she thought?
And there was something about Corrin as well that was bothering him. Despite her wants and desires being freely expressed, he believed she was still holding back, in a more unconscious sense. There was still more she needed to let out, as though the dragon inside he saw while she rode him on the bed was still within her deepest caves. In either case, Morgan knew he still needed to be prepared. Still, even if he was, he didn't expect what happened next.
"Yes! Yes! YES! "
With a rough thrust, Morgan buried himself deep within her loins to where his tip poked against the entrance of her core, triggering another orgasm from the girl. Her eyes widened, body tensing as she was washed away by the dam that had filled up before breaking once more. Her loins clamped down on Morgan especially hard, one of the tightest grips he's experienced yet, prompting him to hold her tighter as well as she drew out his orgasm. But this time, there was something different, as, after almost an hour of hiding away, one of her draconic appendages finally reemerged.
A pair of wings burst from Corrin's backs, pushing her and Morgan away from the wall and sending them both tumbling down on the ground. The lad grunted as his as and back hit the ground, with Corrin bouncing off him, their loins disconnecting as she fell to his side.
They were dazed, both from the fall and orgasms, Morgan especially as he took the brunt of their tumble, his mind even more hazy thanks to a rather potent orgasm the princess coaxed from him. However, just as he felt himself start to come down, he could feel and hear the shifting body beside him as Corrin somehow recovered before him, a first since they started.
The lad suddenly felt confused when he noticed the weight that suddenly shifted atop of him, Corrin having moved from his side towards his lap. Opening his eyes, he was met with the princess's back and her pair of wings, her tail swaying side-to-side as she gripped his hips, lining herself up before dropping herself atop of him.
"Ahh!"
"Ugh!"
Morgan grunted as her ass came crashing down atop of his lap with a loud slap, clenching his eyes shut as he felt almost overwhelmed from once again being embraced by her tight folds so soon after his orgasm. Corrin meanwhile, threw her head with a howl as relief passed through her, taking a moment to bask in the bliss of the sensation once again. But after that moment, she wasted no time getting to work.
*Slap *Slap *Slap
Corrin's ass bounced up and down Morgan's lap at a frantic pace, her hips rising high till just the tip of his shaft was still within her before she slammed herself back down and took him to the hilt. Her hands tightly grip his thighs while hers tightly pressed against his sides to help secure herself, focusing on her movements with instinctual guidance.
The wings she had out curled together, a slight vertical sway present while her tail continued swaying side-to-side above him, with Morgan needing to keep his head down to avoid getting hit with it. Moans flowed her mouth, with the sounds of her breasts flopping and occasionally clapping together, and with it all paired to the rhythm of her rear slapping against his lap, they worked to create an erotic song of lust.
Something that had Morgan worried.
He was in trouble, Corrin was acting similarly to when she first threw him on the bed when this all began, and if that was the state she was in now, he was at a great disadvantage. She was already physically stronger than him, but she had been letting him do most of the work. And though he hadn't been going all out during the last hour fucking her, he wasn't exactly going easy either.
Corrin had finally had her switch flip. The dragon within her was no longer just asking for someone to fill and sate her needs, she was now intent on doing it herself, and Morgan would be who she used to do so.
He supposed part of him should've been happy he forced her to reach such a state. In any case, he knew he had to prepare for the long, uphill battle that would await him.
"Ahh!"
Morgan winced as he felt Corrin have a minor orgasm that prompted her to arch far back and somewhat over him. Only for his eyes to widen in shock when she let go of his thighs and threw her hands back, her arms transforming into spear-like appendages that pierced and dug into the floor beside him.
"Mhhmm~"
Corrin mewled as she used the new leverage for a new approach as she now swirled and swayed her hips over her partner's lap, opting to have his shaft rub against her sides more than a more direct approach of reaching an orgasm. Her tail even splayed over Morgan's stomach, using it as a central point to control her movements at the cost of putting more pressure on the lad.
With said lad gritting his teeth and tightening his core as he endured her actions, attempting to focus past both the pain and rather sensual pleasure she was providing him. Moving his hands up, he placed them on her hips, something she seemingly approved with a small, almost purr-like growl.
He helped her sway her hips, occasionally pulling her up and down his length in a move that made her body spasm in pleasure. He would've liked to add in a few thrusts as well to wear her down, but his hips were kept down by her tail. He couldn't hope to control her rhythm, though if he could influence her pace and bind his time, then he believed he'd eventually find an opening, and eventually tame this dragon.
"Gods!"
Morgan grit his teeth as he tried to fight off the overwhelming pleasure he was experiencing mentally, while also trying to pry off Corrin's grip off him physically.
Finding himself laying back on the bed, the cushion surface offered some respite against the overwhelming force on his crotch as Corrin sucked him off as though her life depended on it. Her now twined-horned head bobbing with a frantic and uneven pace, noisy, sloppy slurps rang while spit and drool seeped from between the tight seal of her lips.
She took him in far deeper than her first bout of fellatio, whereas before she had sampled the dish that was his cock, now she was devouring him without mercy. Her eyes - closed in concentration - winced whenever she slammed lips down to kiss his crotch and take his entire length. Her long tongue slobbering around his cock, sometimes even wrapping around the grith to give the parts that weren't in her throat a squeeze. Her moans reverberated around his cock, giving another sensation to the several the lad was already experiencing.
And they were a lot for Morgan to handle.
The fallen tactician would admit, no matter what plans he could conjure up, no matter how full proof they were, were still determined by his own ability to pull them off.
And truthfully, he doubted whether or not his plan to take the reins back from Corrin could be accomplished in his current state.
He was not immune to the physical pleasures of flesh, just as susceptible to them like many others. Yet while he liked to believe he had a better tolerance than most, Corrin was testing the limits of his tolerance. Each orgasm she managed to draw from him brought down his tolerance, his resistance to her efforts. Not to mention, ever since she had taken control, he found his ability to influence her diminishing as he struggled to keep his mind over the waves of pleasure she had already elected to dive and bathe in.
Right now, he couldn't hope to break off her off. Her arms were locked around his waist, preventing him from moving away and trapping him in an embrace he couldn't overpower. And even if she wasn't embracing him, the force Corrin pushed down on him with her head was already a challenge to overcome, the only thing holding her back being his grip on her silver horns which had sprouted out from the sides of her head during her previous orgasm.
Some would've thought they'd make perfect handles to steady one's pace for this act, specifically for the one who gripped them. But right now they were the only thing giving Morgan a defense against Corrin's deft assault, barely slowing her pace down enough so that she wasn't completely overwhelming him. And even that was debatable considering it seemed as though she didn't even notice his grip while she continued her attempts to suck him dry.
And Morgan feared she'd do just when she finally drew another orgasm from him. He winced and grunted at the sensation as her cheeks caved in while she gave the deepest suck he felt so far. She wasted no time in swallowing his seed as she drank it straight down her gullet, her throat bulging with each gulp that rang aloud while her eyes became lidded with a somewhat dazed, pleased look, her tail swinging cheerfully above her raised ass.
She found his loads of spunk filling her cheeks to be rather tasty, prompting her to drink down even more greedily, yet that wasn't the cause of the small pink present on her cheeks. In some small, non-lustful place in Corrin's mind, she felt delighted at finally drawing an orgasm from Morgan that didn't just result from one of her own. After all the work he's been putting down for her, she wanted to at least give something back.
Though perhaps she didn't realize she was giving a bit too much back, as Morgan struggled to endure her continuing to suck him off so forcefully during his orgasm. His arms were shaking with the rest of his body shuddering as he struggled not to go completely limp, fearful of the opportunity it would give Corrin and the state he'd be left in.
Just a little longer, he had to endure just a little longer till he found an opening. It may have been minor, but she'd been slowing down in her assault, becoming just a bit more sated with each orgasm she experienced and drew from him.
And he'd just need to wait for the time when she was finally let down her guard long enough to turn the tables back in his favor.
"Sllrrrp!"
"Gods!"
Though in the back of Morgan's mind, he wondered if he'd truly be able to endure against the dragon who unleashed herself on him.
"Ah! Ah! HAH!"
Corrin's cries continued to ring higher and higher in pitch, yet despite it no doubt passing past the walls of her cabin, it was also starting to wane from the constant screams she's been letting out for the past few hours. From the beginning hour where Morgan brought her from orgasm to orgasm, helping to draw and let her sink into the sea of her desires, to the next where she finally dove deeper into the depths and pulled Morgan along with her.
And now, he was the one leading her within those seas once again, both in the depths, and towards the horizon it stretched towards.
He was currently doing that by pinning the girl down on her back and against the bed, pounding her twat with enough force to shake the furniture and stir up her insides, trapping the princess in a whirlpool of pleasure she couldn't escape from.
"Morgan! More! Gods don't stop!"
The lad gritted his teeth at Corrin's pleas, already giving some of his best. His hands were tightly gripping her ankles, pushing her feet up and back down till her curled toes were brushing against her pointed ears and pinning her arms underneath. His hips were almost a blur, thrusts that went deep enough to fill her up and poke her core, the force he used was enough that would've rattled most normal women, however Corrin's manakete body was durable enough to take it and more.
He had been at this for the last half-hour, finally able to take back control and give a merciless assault against Corrin as he used all the strength he still held to accomplish his goal. But if she demanded more, he knew he had to provide something, otherwise, he risked losing his hold over her.
And he was determined to leave this girl a quivering mess at the end of this, to come out on top after what he went through.
Dark purple flames began to flicker around his body similar to Corrin, though unlike hers, his continued to spread until eventually, they enveloped his body. And with that flame came a new strength that allowed him to surpass his current limits and lay this dragon.
*SLAP *SLAP *SLAP
*THUMP *THUMP *THUMP
"Hah! HAh! HAH!"
The results were quick as Corrin's eyes widened with her mouth, tongue threatening to roll out as her moans and cries became shouts prompted by Morgan demolishing her loins with his movements. She was unable to register one thrust before he acted out the next, filling her up with rough thrusts that held enough force behind them to knock the air from her lungs and shake the bed beneath them.
She could barely comprehend it, the waves of pleasure that had been assaulting her now battered her around within the sea, sending her crashing and tumbling under the waves. And eventually, one of those waves slammed her straight into an orgasm.
"HHHAAAHHH!"
Corrin howled as her orgasm overwhelmed her, Morgan feeling the similar sensation of her body tensing up before spasming and thrashing underneath him as her loins clamped down hard on his prick. Yet he was determined not to succumb, he wouldn't risk breaking his pace for the daze of pleasure he'd get. Instead, his grip on her ankles tightened and he continued to thrust against her tight, spasming loins as they bathed him in the hot, milky waves of her orgasm.
"Guhh! Ghaa! Huuh!"
Corrin's screams become babbling cries as Morgan continued to fuck her through her orgasm. Her heightened senses now skyrocketed during such an event. And with Morgan not slowing down, she felt too overwhelmed.
Her face was a mess, tongue rolled out and swinging about, eyes rolling with a dazed and lidded gaze, toes curling, her pinned hands clenching the sheets for support as she tried to push him off her, fearing she might break. Yet no matter how much she thrash around, no matter how hard she tried to push her legs back against him, he wouldn't bulge, continuing to plow her like the sow in heat she was.
Morgan didn't waste the moment he was granted. In this position, with his current strength, he finally had enough of an advantage over Corrin that not even her superior strength could throw him off. Even as her legs and arms began to transform into scally appendages that attempted to boast their strength, or how her tail slammed widely against the bed behind him and occasionally smacked him, not even under the vice-grip of her loins, he wouldn't be swayed.
Gritting his teeth, he continued to plow the dragon girl, barely holding it together to prevent himself from falling into the mess he was making Corrin into.
*Slap *Slap *Slap
"Urggh! Mggh! Mhhmm!"
Corrin's muffled moans rang out alongside the smacks of skin as she bit into and grip the sheets below her, chest pressed down against the bed with her ass raised for Morgan to thrust into from behind. Her tail was wrapped around his waist, holding him close, but that was about as much influence as she had on his actions as he continued to lean over her, one hand on her hip to steady himself, and the other atop her head to keep her down.
There was no question about it, Corrin looked and was a mess. Dazed eyes that rolled further back with each of his hip smack against her now red ass which prompted it to jiggle. Drool that seeped from between her lips and drenched the sheets she was biting into. And the countless stains that littered her body and the loads that continued to be churned out from her insides by her partner's thrusts helped to confirm that.
Morgan himself wasn't unscathed either. Marks and bruises littered his skin, mostly healed thanks to Askr's contract, though still visible as a testament to the challenges he endured in Corrin. His chest heaved with heavy breaths as he struggled to draw on the necessary strength in order to continue, with the purple flames that once enveloped him now reduced to flickers over both their bodies such as the sweat that glistened on their skin.
The cabin itself was dim, the foggy forest outside was now enveloped with a more darkened hue to signal the night, a testament to how long the two had been at it.
The fallen lad had triumphed, he not only tamed this dragon, he had brought her to a state she didn't know was possible. Corrin didn't just feel relief, she almost felt blissfully numb. The heat, the urges, the cries of lust that was drowning her before now flowed peacefully. Her wailing soul was now mostly quiet, she could almost cry if she wasn't busy dealing with the strong sensations of pleasure that surged through her tired body.
Just one last romp, one final orgasm, and it'd be over for both of them.
And so the fallen princess struggled to roll her hips back against Morgan's, using whatever strength she had in her tails grip to pull her hips back to match him before he pushed them out again with the force of his thrust. Her legs pressed tight together, knees digging into the mattress, her feet - which were flailing earlier - laid on the bed, occasionally jolting a bit up in response to the occasional thrust, but with their toes constantly curled in pleasure.
"Ptooey!"
She spat the sheets out, mouth wide with heavy breaths and pants as she struggled to voice what she wanted with words. Even so, she eventually was able to push her head back up against his grip, turning her head back and looking at him pleadingly with one eye, a single word uttering from her lips.
"Morgan~"
Just one last time, she just wanted to fill his warmth envelope her core and fill her passage one last time.
And Morgan obliged.
"Erggh!"
Raising his hip one last time, Morgan had them crash down into Corrin's ass one last time along with the rest of his body weight. Grunting as a loud smack emanating from the impact, with a grunt from Corrin herself as her head was pushed back against the sheets once more, only for a long moan to emanate from her lips as she felt her orgasm and his trigger whilst being filled up.
Morgan himself hissed at the sensation, pain at how sore his dick felt. Thankfully there was still enough pleasure to soothe his discomfort as her walls clamped down on his shaft once more. The strength they previously held was a mere fraction of their current display, still, it helped to ring out whatever remaining load he had left and shot into Corrin's core, drenching her eggs in a bath of his seed. Thankfully, no matter how many times they did it, her eggs would never be fertile thanks to the strange mechanics of Askr.
In any case, the fated tactician felt his strength finally give out. His body, which he had barely kept hovering over Corrin's, finally fell atop of it. A small gasp left her lips, followed by a moan when he rolled off her and caused his dick to slip out from her loins with a small "pop", her thighs squirming slightly together as their mixed juices trickled down her folds.
Morgan rolled onto his back beside Corrin, panting heavily with slightly lidded eyes. It was over, he had done it. Despite his pride, part of him was admittedly surprised at the fruits of his effort. Victorious though he may have been, this had not been some easy achievement by a long shot, to the point that he doubted being able to accomplish the feat again under the same circumstance.
He had just barely come out on top this time.
Yet despite the effort and pain this all was, Morgan felt pleased. He had accomplished his goal, even if it was temporary. Corrin should be fine for a while, and now possess the ability to properly sort this out on her own. Whatever reservations she had before, she wasn't stupid enough to not see the clear folly if she continued to act on them after this.
Still, part of him did wonder who she'd choose to help be her partner for this? He did not envy the challenges they'd need to face if she ever got this bad again.
"Hmm?"
On the topic of Corrin, Morgan was surprised to still find her relatively conscious, with enough focus and strength to shift herself towards him and press against his side. He had no intention of rebuking her, too tired to care. Though it didn't hurt that the sensation of her soft body - especially her breasts - was enjoyable.
But what caught his attention was her gaze, some sort of trepidation within that stopped her from snuggling completely with him like she seemingly desired.
He raised an eyebrow at her, curious as to what was troubling her enough not to simply rest after everything they had done.
After a few moments, she spoke, voice low both from shyness and just generally being tired. But it was still clear enough for the junior tactician to hear.
"Morgan, do you remember what you said before, about…about me needing a partner?"
Oh, so she wanted to have that conversation now. Morgan would admit, he wasn't exactly in the mood to do so, hoping she would've been able to think on it herself. And if she was adamant about wanting to talk to him about it, then couldn't she wait until after he was better rested and not sore?
Before he could give any response, she looked up at him, allowing him to clearly see her nervous gaze as she continued, "I know you said you were willing to help me calm down and see how stubborn I was being. But…but would it be… would it be possible for my permanent partner to be… you ?"
The fallen lad was taken aback by her words. For some reason, he didn't think she'd seriously consider him. Yet despite part of him wanting to argue back, he didn't have the strength or will to, not when he saw the pleading, hopeful look in her eyes.
He supposed it made some sense. Why spend the time and effort mulling over any other potential options after the display he just gave. Not to mention, he knew the princess had a kind heart, one that would attempt to see the good in others, and no matter what he'd stated his reasons were, she'd still claim that some attachment and fondness for each other was made from all this.
And the thing was, she wasn't exactly wrong.
With a sigh, he laid his head back, looking away from the princess. It made her worry about his response for just a moment, that was until he said, "If you're adamant."
Corrin was stunned by his words, having expected him to give some sort of argument in response. For him to accept her request so easily, well, her heart fluttered from it. And soon enough, she felt her entire body warm up in happiness, giving her enough energy to lean her head forward and peck his check thankfully.
Afterward, she had no other reservations about snuggling up to him. She rested her head on his shoulder, placed a hand on his chest, intertwined her legs with his, and even curled her tail to wrap around them both. Morgan, for his part, opted to merely wrap his nearby arm around her back, returning the embrace just enough for Corrin's smile to deepen as she let slumber overtake her.
Morgan heard the peaceful rhythm of her breathing as she finally was able to sleep, potentially the most peaceful one she'd have in a while. Though before he could join her, Morgan had one thought within his mind.
His efforts with Corrin may have been a success, but there were still two more targets he had to examine. And he had a sneaking suspicion that his bout with Corrin was just the start of something he'd never be able to predict.
Author's Note: And that's the first real chapter of this fic! For those that have a keener eye for my work, you might notice this chapter's writing style seeming pretty different from my more recent fics. That's cause I wrote this chapter over three years ago, back when fallen Morgan had just been released in FEH and before I redid my writing style/approach. As such, it might be quite a bit different from how the rest of these chapters might go, and it was definitely the most smut heavy of the bunch. Still, its nice to finally get it out there, and I hoped you enjoy it and the other chapters to come!
