"Ngh!"
Morgan hissed through gritted teeth while enduring a calculated assault on his loins.
A sudden ambush had left him pressed against the wall in a dark, secluded corner of the hallway out of view from others. Left in such a vulnerable position, he tried keeping quiet to lessen the risk of drawing others, his eyes wincing as he did so.
Though if he were being truthful, being caught wasn't a major concern, not with the blade pressed against his neck. Then again, it was a somewhat useless threat considering his assailant was a fellow hero, unable to seriously damage him due to the contracts binding them both.
Still, this femme fatale possessed a dangerous aura, one that'd allowed her to get the better of him during their confrontation. And so to his shame, he'd allowed her to strike by slipping her silky smooth gloved hand into her trousers to skillfully stroke him off. Her efforts caused him to hiss and shudder, his resistance crumbling bit by bit. Still, he did his best to glare into his red eyes into a similar pair belonging to the redhead responsible for this.
"Hehe~ My my, where was that earlier confidence?" She whispered to him with a tone equal parts mocking and seductive, unnerving him as much as the wicked grin that expressed her clear delight in viewing his current struggles. "Unfortunately for you, you'll find I won't be as easy a target as those other girls."
The pride she spoke those words with caught the fallen tactician somewhat off-guard due to hearing what sounded almost like true conviction compared to the usual empty praises and devotion he was used to from her. Similarly, there was a fiery passion burning underneath her eyes, except unlike the fire that burned in her frantic and frenzy bloodlust during the heat of battle, this flame hardly seemed artificial.
So, there he was left stunned, attempting to recall the events leading up to this moment…
Morgan took care not to make much noise leaving Julia's room, not wanting to disturb the slumbering princess within. Still, he took one last look at her blissful, peaceful state that contrasted with her disheveled appearance.
Despite already being dressed and ready to head off, the fallen tactician felt the rather potent temptation to return beside her under the covers. The thoughts of her soft body pressed against his own as they rested, or simply being there when she finally awoke were admittedly pleasant.
Unfortunately, he still had a mission to fulfill, and thus decided against it. He'd already indulged in personal desires enough by staying throughout the night till midday. And though her whine when he had left her side had managed to tug his heartstrings - if only lightly - he bid the slumbering grannvale royal a silent goodbye before closing the door. Nevertheless, he did make a mental note to visit her after his mission was complete.
He could allow himself some selfish indulgences now and then.
Regardless, what he required now was something more important, nourishment.
He barely had a proper meal in the last two days, and while he was admittedly used to such a problem back in his own world, his activities these few days exacerbated the issue. Thankfully, his body had received a decent rest at least, so he just needed to eat something and replenish his energy for now.
And though he was intent on heading to the mess hall to rectify this, he also knew there was a potential problem in the form of his scent. While the lingering stench was hardly as potent as after his night with Corrin, he had little doubt the heroes with keener noses would be able to detect it. Then again, he could simply suppress the smell with a hex, though that could draw the attention of some of the more magically sensitive heroes.
Morgan cupped his chin and pondered his options whilst walking through the halls,, somewhat unaware of his surroundings. As such, he initially didn't notice the presence of someone sneaking closer to him, at least not until he sensed something that gave him pause.
Suddenly stopping in place at one of the hallway's intersections, purple flames flickered around the fallen tactician while his hands began to glow a darker shade from the magic he concentrated within them. Their light helped to slightly illuminate his dimly lit surroundings as he glanced away in search of the hostile intent he'd just felt.
"..."
An unnerving silence settled as the young lad took a defensive stance. He knew he hadn't been mistaken in what he sensed, he was certain someone was nearby. Yet despite his tendencies to often lurk in the shadows, he found himself unable to determine which shadows his current observer was hiding within.
Were they even going to show themselves? There'd be little point in them following him at this point since he was now aware of their presence. Or perhaps they'd revealed themselves on purpose, some sort of warning or declaration of challenge while his guard was down? He didn't know, and as he attempted to figure it out, his observer took the chance to strike.
*Swoosh!
"Egh!"
Morgan turned to find a small fireball hurtling towards him. In reflex, he raised his palm, concentrating his magic to block the spell once it made contact. However, this caused the flames to briefly brighten in a small explosion that made him wince, delaying his reaction when he caught a white blur with a red streak coming straight for him.
"Ha!" He gasped after managing to narrowly dodge a swing from her sword, unfortunately, it was enough to make him stumble backward. His assailant took quick use of this, diving straight at him and slamming their body against him.
"Agh!"
The air was knocked from Morgan's lungs as his back hit the wall, pinned in place by a firm arm against his chest and a sharp edge over his throat. When he finally managed to glance at his assailant, immediately noticing their red hair before being shocked when looking at their face.
"You!?"
Morgan clawed at the stone wall behind him, attempting to find some purchase while enduring his assailant's devastating assault on his loins. Gods, as shameful as it was to admit, he couldn't deny the pleasure her hand brought. Her smooth fingers applied enough pressure in her grip to make him stiff yet not hard enough to feel too painful, with whatever pain he did feel being soothed by her stroking motions.
Even so, it was clear she was toying with him, offering just enough pleasure to make him squirm but unable to truly bask in. Not to mention his tolerance wasn't quite at its best after he'd been worn down these last few days, allowing her to easily have him in the palm of her hand, literally. And it seemed she was intent on wearing him down until he could do nothing except beg for the mercy of release.
Unfortunately for her, he wasn't weak-willed enough to go down without a fight. Through gritted teeth, he focused his strained mind as best he could. Flexing the fingers in one hand, he flowed some of his magic into its palm. If he timed it just right, he could make his redhead assailant stumble away and give him the chance to escape.
Or at least, that was the idea until she suddenly lifted her knee and pressed her leg against the very arm.
"Egh!" The fallen tactician grunted as his magic dispelled with an uncomfortable weight pinning his arm in place. He also now felt a firm force against his front, gazing down to find the gap between his chest and his opponent's breastplate non-existent.
"Now what do you think you're trying to do?" She questioned, leaning in to speak those words into his very ear. The low, seductive, yet threatening tone she used made the dark-purple-haired mage shudder more than the blade she had to his neck. And when she ceased stroking his loins to give it a hard, almost painful tug, he couldn't resist a harsh grunt. " Perhaps I need to better show you how futile it is to resist."
Morgan's eyes flickered at her, suppressing a wince in an attempt to glare when she moved her head so that they were face-to-face. They were close enough to feel the other's breath, and before he realized it, he was sharing her breath when she pressed her lips against his.
"Mhhmm!?"
His assailant managed to muffle the dark-fated lad's muffled, shock gasp, containing it to this secluded corner of the castle's halls. His wide, red eyes stuck out within the shadows, too taken aback to register just how soft her ripe lips were as they massaged his own with skills that far surpassed his other recent partners had displayed.
"Mgh!"
He was shaken from his initial shock when his attacker's tongue slipped into his mouth, prompting him to shudder as he was once more left stunned by her acts. However, he soon forced himself to respond, attempting to oust the intruder. Unfortunately, his skills were but a pale shadow compared to his assailant, who used the chance to showcase just a bit of what she was capable of.
Her tongue dodged his own, using brisk, precise strikes that struck and brushed against his gums, weakening his defense, making him shudder and occasional hiss and groan into the kiss. Whenever he did manage to land a hit, tangling their tongues together to force her out, she managed to slip from his hold. She did this all so gracefully one could even joke it was like she was dancing with him, and it was clear she took the lead in this waltz
And to Morgan's shame, his resolve to end this exchange weakened enough for him to indulge some of the urges she managed to spur within him.
"Mhhm~"
For the first time since their initial assault, his assailant sounded almost pleased. Though the reason for it wasn't from their joined lips, but the simple act of him placing a hand on her round hip. He'd originally intended to push her away, yet now found himself gripping her for support. More than that, it seemingly prompted her to resume stroking him off, except it was now to a degree where she brought him true pleasure where she was seemingly intent on leading him to a release.
Morgan felt another bout of shame for desiring one in these circumstances at all.
Gods, he was pathetic. Despite knowing he was playing into her trap, he was powerless to resist her hand's silky smooth touch. Even the way she pressed against him, leg raised to his side, her chest and pelvis pressed against his front and hip respectively made him well aware of her assets like her potent curves.
It was as if she was a naturally born seductress, talented enough that even gods would have difficulty resisting. And since he was serving one, he knew his resistance against her efforts was waning increasingly thin with each moment.
Yet just when he was about to give in - to shift his approach in attempting to match his lips with her own and brushing with her tongue instead of dueling with it - she surprised him once again by suddenly pulling away.
"Hah!" The lad sharply gasped, eyes wide as he took in a surprisingly deep, unaware of just how much oxygen he'd spent in that exchange. A mild daze settled into his mind, lightly panting while his body hunched slightly forward. Still, he managed to send a glare towards his aggressor, one that exposed his ire at her antics, both at her assault towards him, and the fact she left him like this.
In turn, she offered a knowing, almost smug smirk. " Heh~ Is that all you can manage against me? I'm disappointed, I would've expected more of a challenge considering those you've bedded so far," She playfully expressed to him, her tone increasingly mocking when adding, "I guess this proves just how lacking those harlots were?"
"Grrrr~"
For reasons he could not explain, Morgan did not take kindly to that last comment. His eyes flashed a deep shade of crimson while his purple flames threateningly flickered around him. Surprisingly, it actually seemed to affect his assailant considering she momentarily lost her smirk with her eyes briefly widening.
Unfortunately, she quickly recomposed herself before continuing to mock him. "Well color me surprise, you appear to have some more fight left in you," She stated, sounding pleased at this revelation that brought a grin to her lips. "It'll make this victory over you even more enjoyable."
In a smooth motion, the redhead resheathed her blade and lowered her leg before elegantly squatting down in front of him, causing Morgan's eyes to initially flicker confused before widening in shock at the realization of her plan. Before he could attempt to escape, her hands had already grasped the hem of his pants and with a firm tug, left them hanging around his thighs. His cock immediately sprang out, nearly smacking her face before towering over her.
Grima's servant felt some pride at how her eyes widened in clear shock at his size. It seemed despite having already held it in her hand, she hadn't realized the true scale of the blade she'd been toying with and was reminded of the potential dangers of such carelessness.
Unfortunately, this pride was brief as she quickly recomposed herself, her playful tone returning as she said, " Hmm~ Perhaps I was too hasty in my earlier judgment. Yes~ I suppose it makes more sense how you managed to best those two if you managed to use this half-as-well as you scheme," She stated, offering her target an almost backhanded-compliment.
Though it was clear to him she still had more to say when she glanced up at him with a confident glint in her eyes while saying, "Unfortunately for you, my skills are far superior, more than enough to overcome something like this."
With that stated, she leaned in and wrapped her lips around his cock, leaving Morgan with nothing else to do but tip his head back and moan.
"What is the meaning of this?" Morgan demanded, struggling against her hold only for his assailant to more firmly press her arm against him, showcasing her physical superiority while limiting his movements as she stood in front of him.
"A warning," She merely told him with an intimidating tone and gaze. Her eyes were a cold shade of red, similar to the puddles of blood her enemies would lie in after she made quick work of them on the battlefield.
Though instead of fear, her current 'enemy' blinked with confusion. "Warning, for what?" He asked, sounding less demanding and more annoyed, genuinely perplexed as to her reasoning for this sudden ambush.
"Don't try to play coy! I know of your recent actions, of your little plan," She threateningly replied, believing he was dancing around the subject. Unfortunately, she soon realized his continued confusion was genuine, and in a bout of frustration, hissed more details. "The girls! I know what you've done with them!"
Her claim prompted the fallen tactician's eyes to widen with genuine confusion. Still, he kept himself calm, more curious about how she potentially knew of his antics than unnerved she found them at all. Was he less discrete than he imagined, or was there more to it?
"I'm afraid you'll have to be more specific. Girls is quite a broad term, one you perhaps loosely fit into," He replied, testing to see how much she truly knew, along with adding in a small insult to gauge her reaction.
Just as he expected, it irritated her. She increased the force of her arm pinning him while adding pressure to the blade she had on his throat, causing enough discomfort for him to grit his teeth. Regardless, he didn't stop glaring at her. "Continue playing games with me, and I'll assure you, the contract protecting you will be little help against my wrath." She threatened through increasingly waning patience.
Morgan's brow rose from her threat, surprised by the sheer conviction of her statement. She wasn't playing around, and honestly, Morgan was mildly curious as to how she would attempt to back up her statement if need be.
For now, though, he decided against that. He wasn't keen on being the test subject of her attempts to bypass the Summoner's contracts after all, even if it resulted in finding an interesting loophole. "Again, I ask, what girls are you referring to?" He repeated, his tone emphasizing his genuine curiosity as he still wanted to figure out just how much he knew while hopefully not annoying her too much.
Luckily, it only appeared to mildly vex her to the point of briefly snapping. "I saw you enter the cursed forest where that wailing manakete dwells, and I've just now caught you sneaking away from the room belonging to that princess with a usurped heart," She detailed before leaning in to add, "And I sense their lingering presence on you."
"Huh~ Have you been spying on me?" The fated lad questioned somewhat mockingly, yet confused as to why she might've been keeping an eye on him, and if she was, he would've felt disappointed in himself for not noticing.
"Blame your sisters for giving themself away," She answered, prompting Morgan's eyes to briefly widen as she calmed her voice while elaborating. "Their attempts at espionage were sloppy, well, at least for one of them. And knowing they would not reveal their reasoning even if I confronted them, I instead tailed them, and eventually spotted one of them conversing with you at the east tower two days ago."
Morgan's eyes stayed wide with shock for a few moments after the revelation she'd given him. Sisters, not sister? That caught his interest, and there could only be one potential reason he could think for that. But that was an issue he could deal with later, for now, he still had his redhead assailant to deal with.
His eyes narrowed, silently staring at her in an act of subtle defiance as he wouldn't give a response to her statements. For now, he'd let her continue, trying not to appear weak as she did so.
"I didn't hear the details of your conversation, but no doubt you were both conspiring for your master," She stated with an increased amount of vexation seeping into her voice when she threateningly added, "And I've come to inform you that no matter what schemes you both conjure, I will not fall victim to them."
"A-Agh!
Morgan managed to cut his voice off before it could echo throughout the halls while his assailant smoothly bobbed her head up and down his length. Her lips were incredibly soft as they held a firm seal around his girth, with her tongue gently placed underneath his cock to act as a carpet for it to run along. Quite honestly, it was enough to make his legs weak and buckle as he endured the sensation through wincing eyes and gritted teeth.
However, there was far more to her antics than one could initially gauge. Despite her seemingly slow and almost gentle approach, there was something firm in her acts. If she willed it, she could easily clamp down around him, sharply intensifying this almost relaxing experience. Though for some reason, she held back, content with making him squirm as he was held captive not by her restricting him, but simply because he could not resist her pleasure.
The dark-fated lad knew he should attempt to escape considering she wasn't physically restricting him in any manner other than sucking his cock with her hands neatly settled atop her lap. Yet as her dangerous skillful lips bobbed further down his length, he found it quite difficult to concentrate enough to do so.
His legs were stuck in place, unable to take the necessary step that would let his loins slip from her mouth. Not to mention even if he took that step, he feared he would lack the proper balance to keep standing with how tense his body was with his back leaning against the wall he used as some form of support. It was a shameful display, he knew, and still, he was unable to resist the pleasure offered by the redhead kneeling between his legs.
Regardless, the fallen lad's pride wouldn't allow him to so easily let her have her way. Focusing, he managed to somewhat strengthen his back and stabilize his stance, giving him enough resistance to reach out and place a hand atop her head. His fingers dug into her red locks, establishing some control over her movements with a minor tug.
His grip prompted his assailant to glance up at him, her red eyes briefly shining into a threatening glare. However, that glare soon faded as she seemingly realized something, with her eyes gaining a mischievous glint with her lips managing to curl into a smug grin even wrapped around his cock.
Morgan inwardly cursed upon realizing his mistake, falling for a trap neither had realized was laid. His assailant, though, was more than willing to take advantage by giving him exactly what he so foolishly desired. Pausing, she raised the tension, only to suddenly break it by slamming her lips down to his base, leaving a wet kiss on his crotch and engulfing the entirety of his length.
"Gahh!" The dark-haired lad gasped, hunching over with half-wide, half-wincing eyes, and an agape mouth as she quite literally sucked the air from his lungs. He felt each inch of his loins enveloped into her dangerous, moist, warm cavern, with his upper portion and tip snuggly embraced by her throat.
He had to pull away and escape before it was too late. He knew this, yet was powerless to do so as with how firmly her lips and throat clamped down around his girth, creating a firm seal and hold that ensured he'd be kept in place. But it didn't stop there, with her cheeks hollowing out on either side, her tongue slathering his undercock while her throat worked his tip.
What had started as something relaxing enough that the fallen tactician was tempted to enjoy and bask in had - as he feared - suddenly flipped into something far more intense. The redhead that'd been giving him a skillful head now demanded his attention, destroying the illusion of choice or power between them as she made it clear what she now desired, for him to succumb.
Morgan wished he could say he denied it. He resisted, some may even say he lasted longer than most others would, but it didn't matter. Even if he wasn't experiencing some fatigue due to his nights with Corrin and Julia, it would only delay the inevitable outcome in the face of his assailant's pure, overwhelming skill.
"Ergh!" He grunted through gritted teeth as he felt the convulsions around his pelvis. An intense sensation washed throughout his tense body that made his wincing eyes start to blur while he clutched his assailant's hair as she drew out his seed straight from his balls.
"Mhhm!" Was the simple sound she expressed. Her content sigh vibrated around his swelling loins that shot wave after wave of his cum down her throat. And though it was hardly the same amount as his usual offerings, it was still quite the potent display, enough that would make most women wince and struggle to deal with it.
Except his red-haired seductress hardly seemed phased, easily drinking down all he had to offer even as it painted her throat and narrowed her airways. She did this all while looking straight into his red eyes with a lidded gaze, expressing a subtle, smug sense of superiority as Morgan could only look back conflicted.
As his vision became increasingly blurry to the point he feared he might lose consciousness, the last thing he clearly saw was the pleased face of the fallen hero known as Celica.
The moments after Celica's declaration were filled with silence as the two fallen heroes glared their red eyes at each other. A newfound flare ignored within them as they acknowledged this current verbal battle they were engaged in, a battle neither were willing to back down from, let alone lose.
"Hmph~ Schemes, eh? I'm surprised you're even capable of conjuring such a notion," He stated, sounding almost impressed if it weren't for his mocking undertone. Something that served to further mock the fallen princess.
"You dare still mock me in spite of your current situation?" She threatened him with a glare that unfortunately did not hide some of her genuine confusion. "Whatever game you two trickers have come up with, I do not intend to be some mere piece for you both to manipulate."
The dark-haired lad, however, was seemingly unphased. "Oh? How unfortunate then. Such a role seems well suited for you," He sarcastically expressed with mild disappointment.
"Further insults?" Celica hissed, her patience waning increasingly thin by her blatant defiance. And to her further annoyance, he was not finished speaking.
"I prefer to think of it as the simple truth," Morgan calmly stated, unflinching to her glare as he stood his ground despite the circumstances. "What better way to describe Duma's obedient little puppet?"
" Ngh !"
The fallen tactician grunted through gritted teeth as the redhead harshly slammed him back against the wall, anger shining in her eyes and reflected in her tone. "You dare insult my loyalty to my master?"
To her increasing frustration, he merely chuckled.
"Loyalty? Is that what you call it?" He mockingly asked with an almost amused smile, unable to resist himself at the sheer hilarity her statement offered. "All I see is hollow submission."
"Hold your tongue, or I will cut it!" Duma's faithful servant threatened, raising and shifting the angle of her blade. The rage fuelled the flames of her eyes to an intense degree while purple flames flickered around her. Yet Morgan did not flinch, perhaps simply due to her threat lacking any sort of bite due to the nature of the contract binding them each.
Even if that weren't the case, it wouldn't stop him from continuing his verbal assault as he finally expressed his long-held back beliefs about the pitiful hero in front of him.
"Perhaps you should do the same, considering how yours appears to be of little use to your master," He told her, noticing how she was briefly stunned by his words as he ranted his true feelings towards her. "I'll admit, this ambush genuinely caught me off guard. In fact, I dare say it somewhat impressed me. But now, my opinion of you has sunk even lower than before."
"I used to think of you as a mere puppet for that degenerating dragon. A mouthpiece loudly praising him on the battlefield. But now I see you merely know no better, to the point that it's a hindrance to your lord."
"W-Why you!" Celica hissed, eyes wide due to his claim. It took her aback enough that her hold on her blade briefly shook, her voice similarly shaky when she responded. "You dare say such things!? I serve my master faithfully!"
"Then perhaps you should be more active in that role," the dark-fated lad suggested before regaining control of the conversation. "You may constantly praise and proclaim your loyalties for him, yet what have you done to further his goals other than create carnage on the battlefield?"
"I do as he orders, and put my utmost effort in fulfilling them," She pushed back, attempting to regain her footing in this discussion only for it to falter with his reply.
"As I stated before, an obedient puppet, with no spark of initiative to claim as her own." Was his counter, his eyes narrowing into a stern glare as the redhead dealt with the mistake of inadvertently backing up his earlier assessment of her.
"I'm curious, is it a sign of the strength of your resistance that Duma's bondage could only bend your will enough to only be compelled to serve his direct commands? If so, I'm tempted to be impressed." He asked her, sounding almost genuinely curious if it weren't for his sarcastic tone and the fact he'd once again, further insulted her loyalty towards her master.
Regardless, Celica found herself at a loss for words. "I…you…" Was all she could get out, wishing to debate his claims but incapable of mustering any defense. The previous fury that'd fueled her was blown out, leaving her feeling powerless.
As she felt this, Morgan gazed into her lifeless, confused red eyes, and deep within he could see a soul imprisoned by chains.
And it irked him greatly.
"Is that it? Are you truly at such a loss you can only stand there gawking despite your earlier demeanor?" He asked rather angrily, gaze and tone sharpening when he added, "Is this really all you all, Celica, a puppet unable to think nothing past her master's direct commands? One who merely shouts hollow praises alongside empty threats? Was that earlier ambush simply the extent of your autonomy?"
The fallen priestess' eyes widened towards the dark-haired lad, clearly stunned by his words and unable to ignore them.
"I suppose that's expecting too much of you. How unfortunate you lack the drive to do more and put whatever other skills you may possess to use in some manner, either in service of your master, or just to defend your pride," He disappointedly expressed, showcasing genuine disdain towards the witch in front of him.
A witch who could merely stand there with blank eyes while processing his claims.
Morgan waited there for some sort of response, though as she continued standing there quietly, he found the possibility increasingly less likely. As such, he motioned to leave, only for her to stop him.
"Huh?"
Morgan was mildly surprised when Celica swiftly raised her blade back to his neck with more skill than he would've expected considering her earlier state. Glancing back at her eyes, he was taken aback to find them glaring at him, not with fury like before, but instead with determination.
"Defend my pride, eh?" She asked him, sounding quite composed in a way he was not used to hearing from her. It was almost soothing, lacking that maniacal, crackling voice she usually spoke with. "Is that all I need to do?"
Immediately, the young tactician noticed a change in the atmosphere around the redhead. The oppressive, intense inferno she was before had transformed into a silent, almost invisible yet equally dangerous flame, one he needed to be wary of, lest it sneak up and engulf his own fire. But when she leaned in, he realized it might've been too late.
"On my honor and pride as a faithful servant of Lord Duma, I'll offer you a demonstration of why you should not underestimate me," She calmly stated with a stoic face, only for her lips to curl into quite the mischievous grin. One that she brought closer when leaning in enough for her breath to tickle her victim's face while she sultry whispered, "Be honored you will bear firsthand witness of skills etched into my very soul before Lord Duma laid claim to it."
With that stated, the redhead priestess leaned in and captured Morgan's lips in a deadly kiss. His gasp was muffled while his body stiffened, yet that was the extent of his protest considering he was left completely dumbfounded by her actions. As such, Celica used the opportunity to draw on the teachings not of a father, but a mother.
Though as to the identity of that mother, she could not say. All she could do was offer a mental prayer of thanks - a prayer that felt oddly familiar - while she used these teachings as Lord Duma's faithful servant.
Yes, that was the only reason she did so. Her free hand drifted further downwards between the opening of the dark-fated lad's cloak towards his groin. Her lips curled into the smallest of grins within the kiss as she anticipated her enjoyment in making one of Grima's eager, cocky servants squirm.
"Pwap~"
A soft pop rang out as Celica's lips pulled back to release Morgan's cock after drawing out every last drop of his orgasm. Even in this shadowy corner, it was clear to see how the fallen tactician's loins glistened with a coating of her spit. It was even harder to miss his flushed, panting face, his body hunched over and gripping the redhead's hair.
Eventually, he began to calm down. His breathing relaxed as his hands finally loosened enough to slip off his fellow fallen hero's head. He leaned back against the wall, legs barely keeping his standing. His pants and drawers were left around his thighs, loins hanging out while he recovered as the woman responsible stood back up in front of him.
" Hmm~ Not as distasteful as expected," The witch commented, wiping her lips while shooting the younger lad a smug grin who was incapable of reacting to her back-handed compliment as he was left too winded from her actions. Seeing this, the princess thought it to be amusing to leave him in such a state, turning around to leave.
Only for Morgan to suddenly reach out and grasp her arm.
"Hmm?" Celica hummed with mild confusion, glancing at his hand before gazing back at the dark-haired tactician who finally managed to lift his eyes toward her.
"W-Why?" Was all he could get out, voice uneven yet still conveying his confusion and demand for an explanation.
The fallen princess of Zofia was initially silent, stoically gazing at him. For a moment, Grima's servant thought she would ignore his question and leave, only for her to finally answer.
"Another warning, through demonstration," Was her simple reply, spoken so matter-of-factly. Though Morgan felt as if there was more to it.
" Heh… Quite the warning then," He responded, attempting to sound mocking to regain some of his earlier defiance she'd weakened throughout her demonstration.
Sensing this, Celica was quick to warn him of the potential consequences should he push his luck. "Would you like another demonstration?" She asked him with a sultry tone and gaze oozing danger.
Danger Morgan would be foolish to ignore. "Not particularly," Was his simple, firm response.
The redhead pulled back, losing her seductive gaze for a more stern one reflected in her voice. "Anyways, you should be aware that was hardly the true depths of my skills. So be wary of the risks should you choose to approach me in the same manner as those other two girls." She warned.
A warning the dark-haired lad didn't take kindly to. "Is that a threat?"
His glare was met by Celicia's initially stoic gaze, only for her expression to shift ever so slightly. A light shimmer flashed within her red eyes and her lips curled into the smallest grin. "No, a challenge," She clarified.
Morgan was taken aback, eyes flickering in confusion. "A challenge?" He repeated, not quite understanding. "Why?"
"Why? Is it not obvious?" The fallen princess replied with a confused voice so exasperated it almost sounded genuine. "For our masters, obviously!"
"Master Duma will reign supreme, of that I hold no doubts. But your master, that artificial impostor will get in his way. Their preference for trickery and schemes will annoy Lord Duma to no end. So, to weaken their efforts, I'll ensure you will not be a part of such schemes, by having you kneel to me."
"Kneel?"
"Yes, kneel," Celica firmly repeated before elaborating. "You sought to have those other girls submit to you, to weaken the hold of their masters, Valla's silent dragon and Jugdral's dark god, have on them. So, I wonder, what if I were to use the same strategy on you? What if I made you submit to me? All those schemes you've set up, they'd be mine to influence, wouldn't they?"
Morgan's wide eyes fluttered in disbelief at her inquiry, his reaction seeming to amuse the grinning fallen priestess. Still, he refused not to dispute her remarks.
"You're a fool to believe that, let alone thinking that's the extent of my relationship with those two," He replied with firm resolve, unwilling to allow her to exploit him against his master.
The redhead, though, hardly seemed dissuaded. "A fool, hmm? Perhaps there is some truth to that," She replied, surprising the fallen tactician by how unannoyed she reacted to his comment, in fact humoring it. "I suppose I would've once considered this a foolish way to defend my pride."
There was a pause, Morgan's glaring at Celica's more relaxed gaze. The unnerving atmosphere between them became increasingly tense as Morgan questioned her.
"If you truly believe I'll submit if you use my 'tactics', why not do so now?" He asked, genuinely confused and curious, something he further expressed. "I'm at a disadvantage, practically at your mercy. If you wish to aid your master, why not make use of this opportunity where I'm so vulnerable?"
The warrior witch took a moment to reply. "It's precisely for my master that I do not do so. Duma believes in strength, in power. It is through his might that he will conquer all. But such conquest would be meaningless if he is unable to prove his superiority without doubt. As such, defeating you as you are now would be an insult to that." She informed him, gaining his full attention as she further elaborated.
"So recover your strength, servant of Grima, for if you're still intent on challenging me, know I will be ready," She firmly warned him with a tone of pride and determination. Only for mischievous and smugness to seep in when adding, "Though still please try, I wish you to witness whatever schemes and tricks you conjure fail under my pure, overwhelming strength before I make you submit~"
With that said, the fallen princess known as Celica turned and walked away. Her steps were full of confidence over her clear victory in this first engagement with Morgan, fueling her swaying hips while he could only watch her disappear around a corner. The sound of her armored heels clicking against the stone floor faded until only silence remained, with him standing alone in a shadowy corner, his pride damaged and his loins left shamefully out.
"Grrr~"
The dark-haired lad grimaced at his stomach's growl. Whatever initial enjoyment he had this morning was quite simply ruined, and he believed the rest of the day would not fare much better.
Humiliated.
That was an apt way to describe Morgan's feelings since his encounter with Celica.
It soured whatever enjoyment he could've had of his meal in the mess hall as he kept to himself in its corner. Even heroes who would've tried their luck conversing with him or even offering a hello kept their distance, no doubt noticing his dour mood. The feeling hadn't faded even after returning to his room, dare he say, it'd only cemented itself.
Morgan had his defeats and failings before, yet hardly had it damaged his pride to such a degree. But that had been what Celica managed to accomplish. Truthfully, part of him was impressed, having never expected her to be capable of it, though he'd been more preoccupied racking his head over the event.
Ambushing and threatening him, those actions didn't surprise him. No, it was her reaction to his insults - past her expected, initial stutter - that'd left an impact. How she'd regained her composure to an almost deadly degree, expressing such calculating restraint, focus, and a hint of smug mischief seemed almost impossible.
Especially considering how she used such an attitude, the dark-fated lad shuddering upon recalling the vivid demonstration she'd provided him with, his loins stirred as they ached yet were hesitant to receive more.
Still, he supposed he had to give her some credit. Her display and mindset had him rethinking his opinion of her. Before he'd thought of her as some mindless puppet unable to meaningfully tug her strings. Now, however, it seemed Duma's witch held a will so to speak, she just needed to be challenged for it to show itself.
Such as how she'd seemed to take delight in proving him wrong when he'd challenged her.
Perhaps it was her pride, or maybe she simply enjoyed making him squirm after failing to have him react much from her initial threats. Whatever the case, it left him feeling confused and contrasted his assumptions about her. She'd usually keep to herself whenever she wasn't spreading carnage on the battlefield, but today she'd sought him out for a confrontation. And apparently, she was spurred to do so due to an interaction with his 'sisters'.
"Ugh…"
The purple-haired lad softly groaned, feeling a low headache settling in at another aspect of this citation he was forced to contend with. Sisters, not one, multiple, and that could only mean one thing…
His sister must've been present with her counterpart and had acted suspiciously enough towards Celica that the fallen priestess had been unable to ignore it to the point where she was wary of their actions. And somehow, this had occurred before the servant siblings' meeting at the tower a few days ago.
It didn't make sense to Morgan, who now couldn't help becoming suspicious of his own sister as well. Had her counterpart simply caught the dark lass in the midst of spying on the redhead and accidentally given themselves away? Perhaps, but then why wouldn't his sister warn her Celica was on potential alert? Or even mention her counterpart's involvement?
Honestly, he had half a mind to find and confront his sister to clear this up. However, he held off. Why? Because there was still one urgent matter he had to deal with, Celica herself.
The redhead had this misconception he'd been trying to make her and others submit to Grima. While he and his sister had seen the potential benefits and possibility of courting the girls' favor and gaining them as allies, both knew better than to try and gain outright submission over them. No, they were more concerned ensuring their recent strange behavior didn't spiral out of control and create more problems.
But Celica didn't see it like that, to the point where after he'd insulted her lack of drive to aid her master, she tried to use what she'd assumed to be his tactics to seduce him into a vulnerable state. And to his shame, he couldn't deny it'd worked to some effect due to his damaged pride, and that he was tempted to follow her parting challenge.
She'd practically dared him to try such tactics on her in a more even field, with the threat she'd be trying to do the same to him. Where whichever one managed to overpower the other and make them submit would, in turn, make them a pawn to use.
It was ridiculous, ludicrous. Not only was it far from what Morgan had actually done with Corrin and Julia - both in action and intent - it just didn't make any sense.
Yet all the same, Celica had challenged him to do so after humiliating him.
Logically, he should've refused. Even if it risked her giving him another… demonstration , he'd just detailed how foolish her idea was. Still, he couldn't deny that part of him felt… compelled to accept.
Even if it was stupid, she'd made a mockery of him after he'd dared her to prove him wrong. And now the witch was offering an opportunity to get his revenge. And despite being a tactician, perhaps the most straightforward approach would be the best.
Celica was the last of the 'targets' he and his sister had been observing these last few weeks. One could say this was the perfect chance to deal with the issue. Not to mention there was the risk not accepting her challenge would further irritate her and make the situation even more complicated.
But beyond just that, she'd brought their masters into this petty challenge. She'd gone so far as to insult Master Grima, and he couldn't let that stand. He was compelled to protect her pride, and well, it didn't hurt that he was further motivated to repay her.
"Huh~" Morgan sighed, exacerbated, knowing very well the folly of his decision yet finding himself determined to go through with it anyway. Still, he'd been even more of a fool to recklessly continue without any plan, lest he'd find himself overwhelmed by the admittedly sharp, deadly she'd demonstrated to him earlier.
No, this would be different from his sessions with Corrin and Julia. The former was a battle of survival where he'd needed to keep himself from being completely overwhelmed till she finally tuckered herself out and was left completely sated. The latter, meanwhile, was hardly anything intense, instead it was far more intimate in nature with its slow pace. He'd go so far as to say it'd been rather nice.
But this was a battle of dominance where the loser would be left humiliated after being outmatched by the winner, with their hurt pride perhaps enough to make them act somewhat submissive towards them in the future.
So, with that in mind, he began to scheme his potential options to get the better of the fallen priestess.
After finalizing his plan, Morgan left his quarters towards Celica's which - similar to Julia's - wasn't that far from his. As such it didn't take him long to arrive in front of the door. But before he could raise a hand to knock, a voice stopped him.
"Enter~"
The lad momentarily stood there stunned by Celica's voice, who'd somehow sensed his presence despite his relatively quiet approach. He thought to ponder how she did so, yet knew the longer he stood there wondering, the less confident he'd appeared when entering. So for now, he just accepted it and opened the door.
Making his way inside, he wasn't surprised to find the room cast in shadows, with weather light managing to shine in from the rising room blocked by the half-closed curtains. However, more noticeable was the lack of a certain hero.
Glancing around in search of her, Morgan found the room's dim lighting was enough for him to decently make out most of the furniture, but found no evidence of a glint or red or purple flames within the shadows. This led him to try and draw her out by saying, "Hiding in the shadows twice in one day? How unlike you~"
" Hmm~ While I prefer to be direct in my actions, I can find some joy in toying with my targets," She answered, her voice sounding clear and even in every direction that led his red eyes to glance around in search of her once more, making her chuckle, " Hehe~ For one so used to hiding in shadows, you seem to be having trouble finding mine~"
"I'll admit, you've impressed me with these skills," The lad replied honestly, having deeply reevaluated his opinion of her abilities after her displays today. Yet despite that, part of him was also irked by it, something he expressed. "What a shame you seem to lack the drive to use them more when they could easily benefit your master."
He prepared himself for another confrontation, fully expecting the small jab along with mentioning her lord to elicit some angry response. However, to his surprise, The witch was initially silent, before eventually giving a calm, composed response. "To use such underhanded methods to achieve dominance wouldn't please Lord Duma, that is my belief. What I do now is merely a demonstration that should I choose, I could match your abilities in such fields."
The almost mocking tone the priestess used for her last statement irked Morgan enough to prove her wrong. After a moment of concentration, he turned his head towards a specific corner, red eyes narrowing until another pair revealed themselves from the dark shadows as they slightly widened in what one could assume to be surprised.
"Oh, was your earlier confusion just a ruse?" Celica asked with genuine curiosity before stepping out to reveal herself.
"Just my demonstrating that you still have a ways to go until you're on my level for such skills," The lad firmly expressed, keeping his eyes set as more of her outline became clearer the closer she got.
" Hmm~ Then I suppose it's a good thing they'll be mine to use when we're finished here," She expressed rather cockingly before finally stopping in one of the faint spots where she could be decently illuminated by the dim lighting.
Morgan's eyes blinked as he took in her current attire, noticing how she'd done away with her white armor along with her boots. This left her in a black corset, spats, and thigh highs, displaying far more of her curvy figure even if it didn't reveal much more skin besides her waist. Regardless, it managed to briefly stun the young lad who couldn't deny her attractive appearance.
Something the redhead noticed and smirked at.
" Hmph~ Pathetic. How you managed to bed those other two is a mystery," She mockingly stated, adopting a smug tone when adding, "To think, Grima's servants have stooped to bedding others for followers. Tell me, were you and your sister planning to seduce that walking husk and feral boar? I know you two have history with them. Or perhaps she'll mirror your recent actions and meet with that bloodbound beast?"
"Are those the best insults you can conjure?" He calmly replied, keeping his composure despite his clear annoyance he directed a glare towards her. "Not only are they shallow, but also far from the truth."
However, his assailant hardly backed down, instead intrigued by his response. "Is that so? Are you saying you laid with those two for reasons other than your master? How strange, I thought you wouldn't bother with something that didn't directly benefit them."
The lad tsked though didn't snap. "If that's how you see it, no wonder you lack use for your own master. Not every action needs to have a clear, immediate benefit to oneself. All I did was ensure future problems didn't arise and become a potential nuisance."
Celica raised an eyebrow. " Hmm~ So I'm a problem? I suppose it's fitting considering that's how I see you. Fortunately, we each have a chance to take care of that. Unfortunately, for one of us, that problem will only grow," She declared before walking towards the fallen junior tactician, her simple steps making her round hips sway elegantly and her confined chest lightly bounce.
The witch stopped right in front of him, their bodies inches apart. They looked into each other's eyes in a silent staredown neither was willing to back away from. They each knew what they were going to do no matter how foolish they would've thought it just this morning.
They were putting their pride on the line, not just for themselves, but in their loyalty to their respective masters. This wasn't simply to see which servant would come out on top, but a bid to prove which method of servitude towards their master was superior.
At least that's what they both convinced themselves was driving them to do this.
"Well, let's not delay any longer. You have a long night ahead of you, most of which will be spent informing me of every scheme you and your sister have been conjuring here in Askr," Celica confidently declared, making Morgan's brows furrow at her belief she could make him subject quickly. Yet before he could think to argue back, she acted.
The dark-fated lad didn't notice the priestess smoothly leaning in until her soft lips were already pressed against his own. His eyes widened in surprise while hers slid shut. However, his shock was brief as he quickly regained focus and returned the exchange, even going so far as to wrap his arms around her waist to pull her closer. This seemed to amuse the redhead, whose chuckle was muffled by his lips while she placed her own hands on his chest.
It was strange how after trading insults and expressing their mutual disdain for each other the two now shared what some would describe as an intimate kiss. It wasn't passionate, nor fueled by lust or anything resembling fondness. It was just intimate, almost soft in how they took each other in, their bodies gently pressing against one another as if with care.
Unlike last time where she'd practically grounded her curvy body against him, now Morgan could better take his time taking it in. He could feel her chest compressing against his, so firm and round, with his hands also being free to appreciate her slim waist, pulling it closer till her tummy brushed over his shift. Not to mention her plush lips were now massaging his pair instead of trying to dominate him like in the hallway
On one hand, it didn't make sense. Something seemed off, the junior tactician could sense it. Yet for some reason, he couldn't deny part of him enjoyed the exchange, at least enough to indulge it for a little longer. It seemed Celica felt similarly with how her hands roamed his chest, gently groping through the fabric of his shift as if she was appraising his figure, and based on her content hums, she wasn't disappointed.
Or at least, that's what he foolishly assumed.
*RIP!
The sound of fabric tearing followed by a sudden chill over his chest snapped Morgan from a chance he hadn't realized he'd been falling into. His eyes flew open while he pulled away, ignoring the faint annoyance he felt from the sudden end of the kiss as he looked down to find a cut not just through his shift, but by the belt that helped keep his pants raised. It caused the former to open up to reveal the skin underneath while the other slackened.
Immediately looking up, he saw the redhead turned slightly so that part of her side faced him while she appeared stoic. Still, there was a hint of mischievousness in her wide-red eyes as they gazed at him, her arms extending down and framing her cleavage by adding some pressure within that tight, black corset along with revealing a dagger in hand.
" Ahh~ Apologies, did I frighten you?" She asked as calmly as she could, though there was no denying the smug mockery underneath that seeped into her lips as they curled into the faintest grin. "I thought I'd help you… undress, Fufu~ "
Morgan suppressed a growl at her preceding giggle at how she'd played him and lowered his guard. Regardless, he could do nothing about it now, and getting frustrated would only play into her hands. So, for now, he'd follow her lead by reaching up to fully undo his robe and remove the rest of his clothing before she could further damage it.
That was until she reached out to stop him.
"No no, allow me. It's my room, and you're a guest after all~" The witch playfully expressed, her slender fingers reaching out to brush over his exposed flesh. The sensation of her nails lightly scraping over his skin almost made him shudder. Still, he gave no resistance when she pulled at the fabric, further opening it up till she was sliding it down his arms. However, when she reached down at his belt and pants, he stopped her.
"Oh?" She let out, intrigued by his rejection as she fluttered her red eyes curiously at him.
"I can handle this. Unless you're willing to allow me to undress you?" He firmly stated, gauging her response and whether she was willing to let him take some control if it allowed her to take away his for this. And to her credit, she seemed to briefly consider it, only to pull away with a chuckle.
"Very well, if you insist," She stated, lightly waving her hand in a gesture for him to finish undressing, apparently content with the humiliation she'd initially dealt him with the dagger in her hand.
The dark-fated lad looked into the fallen priestess' eyes, attempting to find any hint of mischief or deceit, yet she merely looked at him expectantly. So with a sigh, he gripped the hem of his pants and tugged them down, letting them and his small clothes fall around his feet, he stepped out of them, also leaving his strapped sandals behind.
There he stood, practically nude beside his cloak. And considering how he wore it, it hardly hid anything. He tried to appear vulnerable and instead confident, reminding himself that she'd already seen his loins as Celica took in his figure with an analytic gaze.
His muscles were respectable, proving the impressions on his shirt weren't just for show even if they contrasted with his boyish face no matter how intimidating he tried to look. Truthfully, physically at least, she appeared well off, with that naturally including his loins which were only semi-hard at the moment.
However, upon closer inspection, for some strange reason, she couldn't help feeling as if he appeared younger than she believed him to be, perhaps even younger than herself or even his counterpart. The witch didn't know whether or not the possibility of someone that age managing to annoy her so much made her feel even more insulted.
Regardless, she was still intent on proving him wrong. And at the very least, she could experience some enjoyment in making him submit, and she had just the position fitting for it.
Stepping towards him, she reached out towards his chest, as if she was going to inspect it once more. However, she surprised Morgan by suddenly grasping his cloak with a firm grip which she used to drag him onto the bed.
"Egh!"
With a sudden display of strength he was unprepared for, the lad's back hit the sheet. She smirked triumphantly when he lifted a glare at her. Raising her hand and snapping her fingers, created a spark that fluttered from her palm into a flame circling her, illuminating her better than whatever meek rays of moonlight managed to shine through.
For a few moments, she merely stood there, hand on hip while smirking at a glaring Morgan who wished to express his annoyance. However, this left his full attention on her, something he knew Celica would use against him. Still, he looked on, determined not to show weakness and prove he could face her taunts head-on.
As such, he hardly reached when she reached down to grasp the hem of her spats, prepared to watch her seductively tug it down. Only for her to once again surprise him with a quick flick of the dagger in her other hand, the black fabric split apart and fell.
Just like that, she managed to disarm his glare, his eyes blinking in disbelief as her loins were suddenly presented to him. Her puffy lips subtly glistened from the juices that seeped out, with a red patch resting just above it. However as he took it in, he failed to notice another flick of her wrist before something flew towards him.
*Swish!
"Ugh!"
*Thud!
The fallen tactician's eyes blinked in disbelief at the sudden flash of silver. He briefly wondered if he'd imagined it, except a small sting settling across his cheek had him realizing the truth. Bringing a hand to said cheek and stroking his thumb, he found no cut, let alone blood as the former had healed too quickly for the latter to even swap out.
Regardless, the intent of the act was clear, prompting her to once more glare at the smirking redhead whose lips curled deepened at how easily she was playing him. As such, she strode towards him with confidence, her steps making her hips sway and her bosom jiggle. Yet Morgan didn't pay attention to them, continuing to focus on her face even when she reached and began crawling atop the bed in a sultry manner till she reached him.
"Well, not going to stop him?" Celica mirthfully asked him, their faces inches apart just like his cock and her hand.
"You're free to start how you'd like," He stoically replied, lessening his glare in an attempt to taunt her when adding, "Consider it my way of showing no matter what you do, I'll not only handle it but use it to my advantage."
To which
The fallen priestess raised a brow at his words considering their earlier encounter, something she reminded him. "Oh? Interesting, considering things didn't go so well for you earlier~"
Even so, Morgan wasn't deterred, staying firm in his response. "You said it yourself then, I was vulnerable, not at my best. It was a fair challenge for him, which is why you foolishly stopped despite your advantage," He reminded her, taking a brief pause before adding, "You'll find me far more prepared this time."
Celica's eyes briefly flashed with annoyance at his statement, though quickly regained their composure. "Good, it'd be disappointing to make you submit after a single round. No, I want you to slowly realize how futile your resistance will be, where your best would manage to delay the inevitable."
With that said, she adjusted her position, bringing her hips over his crotch while reaching down to grasp his cock. Her slender fingers firmly wrapped around his member and lined the tip with her entrance. After a moment of still silence, she elegantly descended onto it.
"Mhhhmm~"
"Uggh!"
Her content moan contrasted with his low grunt as his tip pierced her entrance. Her eyes softly closed shut while he winced at the potent pressure of her walls that enveloped more of his shaft until it held his entire length when her soft, plump ass touched his lap. A deep groan left both their lips as they each took a moment to adjust to the sensation, though Celica wasted little time in rolling her hips over his crotch once she was ready.
Gritting his teeth as his cock stirred with the priestess' loins, he felt himself rubbing against her walls which wrapped around him in a hold that was in stark contrast to what he'd experienced with Corrin and Julia. While the former held onto him with something akin to a desperate vice grip, and the latter offered a firm though softer embrace, Celica felt more akin to a tight grip, one straddling the line of discomfort and pleasure provided by her velvet, slick pussy.
The redhead, meanwhile, seemed to take him rather well. There was not a hint of strain on her face, hands settled on his chest for support for her smooth, seemingly natural movements. Her touch managed to send light sparks through him, such as when her tails lightly tapped or scratched his flesh, or whether ass rubbed over his thighs. Both made him shudder, even so, he was too focused on the sheer skill she showcased with her hips to notice.
Back and forward, side-to-side, these moments, while simple, were executed so effectively that she made certain they each got a thorough feeling of the other's loins. And while he struggled to suppress expressing his pleasure, she didn't seem to hide hers, letting out content moans and sights that sounded almost cute paired with the slight red tint of her cheeks. And he watched it all illuminated thanks to the hovering flame above.
Most would've considered it a captivating sight, one to leave them in awe, especially considering how content Celica appeared in contrast to her usual demeanor. But to Morgan, he believed it to be another trap, a ploy to lower his guard before she once again upped the intensity to overwhelm him before he could mount a resistance. So, in his determination not to fall for such a trick, he chose to disrupt her before she could act.
"Mhhm?" Celica hemmed as she felt a firm grip settle on her round hips. Raising a brow and fluttering her eyes open with a mischievous glint that matched the grin she shot him. "My, that was quicker than expected~"
The lad didn't allow himself to be distracted by her taunt, not even looking at her as he tightened his grip. "You seemed insistent we hurry to start things, so I'm wondering why you haven't done so?" He stated, adding some force to her movements that quickened the pace and even caused her to slightly rise up his length before falling back down, causing some new spikes of pleasure for them both.
Still, both refused to let their faces crack from it and show weakness to the other, with the fallen redhead explaining herself. "Is there something wrong with warming up? I thought it'd do us both good to get… adjusted~ " The witch innocently replied, sounding almost genuine if it weren't for her proceeding taunt, "Especially you, considering you'll need this chance to reformulate your plan before I crush it~"
Narrowing his annoyed eyes, he finally glanced at hers to find them shining in amusement. Honestly, it somewhat unnerved him that instead of her usual unhinged behavior, she acted calculating enough to worry him. If she was capable of this, what other skills could she have been hiding?
Yet while thinking of the possibility, his eyes couldn't help wandering towards her contained bosom, jiggling underneath the tight fabric right in front of him. And his attention didn't go unnoticed by Celica.
"You may touch them, if you'd like," The priestess offered him, prompting his stoic and weary face to glance at her open and welcoming expression that was contrasted by her small glint and mischievous glint that seeped into her voice, "Here, let me help you~"
Raising a finger to her corset's top middle edge, she paused momentarily when tucking it in, with something strange flashing over her face. Morgan barely caught it, yet couldn't discern it before she tugged the leather fabric down and allowed her bountiful breasts to slip out for his gaze.
They were full and round, and while hardly the biggest pair he'd seen, still rather sizable and perfectly fitting to her figure. It was as if a goddess helped to mold them, which perhaps wasn't far off. He also took note of her stiff nipples, feeling an urge to flick them and feel how hard they truly were. However, what naturally captivated him the most was how they were free to sway and roll, emphasizing their heft with the occasional light bounce as she continued rocking atop his crotch.
It would entrance most people, it almost entranced Morgan, except it didn't. Somehow, the dark-fated lad managed to resist completely drinking in the sight and instead acted, his hands roaming up her hips, over her waist to her chest.
" Mhhm~ Good, that's some promising initiative," Celica half-mockingly praised him as his fingers sank into her tits firm flesh as her nipples scraped against his palms. The sensation drew out approving sounds from her as she continued to unabashedly express herself. "Feel free to play with them as you wish, I promise to continue sharing my honest reactions~"
She was challenging him, daring him to try and make her break, to squirm and wither like she'd done to him. She'd even insulted his inability to draw out more potent reactions so far. Still, despite knowing he was playing into her hands, Morgan felt he had to accept her challenge.
"Ahh!" The redhead lightly yelped as he squeezed her tits, causing her body to tense up and even briefly rise. Her ass provided to slap down on his crotch, her walls briefly clamping around his prick, making her shudder and eliciting a sharp lad from the lad who continued his groping.
In a matter of minutes, Celica went from smoothly rolling atop the junior tactician's lap to bouncing on it as sharp spikes of pleasure shot through her body sourced at her chest. Her red hair fluttered wildly, and wet slaps rang about, with her gasps, yelps, and other unfamiliar sounds filling her chambers.
Yet there wasn't a hint of scorn or annoyance in her voice, which instead sounded delighted as she appeared to truly be enjoying herself. Not even the flickering purple flames around her nor the red flame hovering above her seemed hostile, with each seeming to grow more passionately as if fueled by his acts.
Morgan did his best to focus and gauge her reactions, deciding to trust her earlier words that they were genuine. Every squeeze of her breasts, each brush over her nipples, every twist or tug, he made certain to take in her reaction for each one. This includes everything from whether she yelped, gasped, moaned, or gave another noise, to whether her body jolted, shuddered, or tensed up. He didn't forget a single response.
Still, it was growing harder to concentrate - and not just due to her occasionally playfully mocking giggles - as a familiar urge swelled within his loins, building to an aching degree. He had to suppress the desire, not when he was still unsure of Celica's release, and how close she was to it.
He refused to cum before her, determined to hold out till she came, not just for his plan, but his pride. So, unable to accept another bout of humiliation like this, he prepared himself to draw a certain set of reactions from her again.
Shifting his hand around her breasts so that her nipple could be caught between two of her fingers which he used to pinch while roughly groping the rest of her tit. The fallen priestess sharply hissed at the sensation which caused her to crash onto his lap rather harshly. The lad's body shook in response, yet he still managed to move his other hand to gently cup her other breast, keeping it steady even as it jiggled in his palm for him to lean in and wrap his lips around.
"Ohhh~"
Celica's moan was one of delighted surprise as his mouth latched over her sensitive skin, enveloping it in a warm, moist cavern causing goosebumps to sprout around her nipple which her wet tongue dragged over. She shuddered at the sharp spikes of pleasure that reached her spine and paired nicely with the pleasant tingles of him softly massaging the underside flesh of her chest.
There was a clear contrast in how he handled both her breasts, creating a potent effect on the redhead like the lad hoped. Her movements on his cock were starting to falter, losing their previous rhythm and pace due to the pleasure that'd once helped to fuel her natural movements creating reactions and spasms she couldn't control.
However, this hardly meant her current reactions weren't deadly either. Instead of dealing with a deadly flurry of precise strikes, the lad now endured a wild, dangerous barrage as she thrashed atop his lap. Be it rising up his cock and crashing down or grounding herself roughly over his lap. The sloppy wet slaps that rang and the creaking bed along with her voice reaching high-pitched also created an erotic melody for his ears.
Truthfully, the combination was enough to almost make him give in to his lustful urges completely. However, the sensation of her nails digging into his back brought just enough discomfort to help him stay focused. Even so, as he continued being drawn closer toward an orgasm, he noticed her increasing vulnerability and knew how to deliver a devastating strike.
Flicking and dragging his tongue against the nipple of the tit he was sucking on, he drew a curious growl from Celica. The sound gave him some amusement, though hardly distracted from his true intent as he proceeded to close his jaw, teeth grazing her flesh before capturing the sensitive nub in between.
"Huh!" The fallen priestess sharply gasped, eyes widening in shock as a spark, unlike any other shot through her. It caused her to go stiff on her partner's lap. Her paralyzation was just what the tactician hoped as he finally unleashed a three-pronged assault.
He tugged her nipple with her teeth, flicking it with his tongue while her hand squeezed her tit. His other hand twisted her other breast, fingers pinching her nipple with a slight twist. His hips, meanwhile, finally thrust into her pussy with a firm buck, rubbing against her walls and pushing deep within.
Quite honestly, this was a gamble, one Morgan hoped whatever sharp sparks of pain he elicited were drowned out by the overwhelming stimulation that could morph into pleasure. It'd worked well for Corrin, though he hadn't dared try it with Julia - at least so roughly - but with Celica, he believed she could handle a decent amount of roughness with her pleasure if what they'd done so far was any indication.
Still, there was the question of how much she could tolerate, and if that pain would enhance her pleasure. He would find out the answer soon, and it managed to shock him.
With her mouth open in a silent screen with wide eyes shaking and a body remaining incredibly stiff, Duma's witch found herself on a perilous edge, one where a simple, slight movement could have her unraveling. Thus, she didn't hesitate to push against Morgan's cock and further stir her insides to trigger her climax.
"Ahhh~" Celica deeply gasped, sounding as if a frustrating ache had finally been addressed, empathized by how she leaned her head back. Her walls clamped down around the lad's cock so tight, it became almost vice-like like the nails that more so stabbed instead of dug into his skin.
It brought enough discomfort to threaten the pleasure drawing him towards a release. Except it was far too late to matter as a flood of her warm juices washed over his shaft, further slicking his shaft and helping to make the embrace a bit more bearable, allowing him to finally succumb.
"Ergh~" He grunted heavily, gritting his teeth through wincing eyes as he came. He unloaded a fresh batch of fallen seeds into her corrupted chambers as his fingers reflexible tighten their hold on her tits for support. This stimulation elicited a higher-pitched moan from the princess as she continued orgasming with him as purple flames flickered wildly around them both.
Eventually, their orgasms subsided, leaving both fallen heroes panting in their wake. Their heavy breaths filled the now somewhat stuffy room, with the light of the flame hovering above them illuminating their now sweaty skin and making it lightly glisten as they recovered.
Morgan, for his part, managed to keep his gaze on Celica as her hip was tilted back, leaving her chin to take up most of his view. However, she eventually lifted it back down back down to reveal hazy eyes shining in amusement. At least, that's what it initially seemed to Morgan, who caught hints of annoyance and perhaps even respect underneath.
"Well, I'll admit, I'm rather surprised. I expected some decent techniques, but you possess some actual skills. I was honestly briefly overwhelmed," She commented, sounding almost honest in her compliment even when she narrowed her eyes and added, "Then again, I suppose it's to be expected considering your previous experience?"
Morgan chose not to respond and even suppressed a reaction when she stirred atop his lap, causing his still-hard dick to rub against her coaxing walls. Even so, he couldn't hold back a light grunt, contrasting her more open expression as she closed her eyes and gave a content hum.
She even leaned back, planting her hands on his knees while basking in the sensation. Her chest arched forward in a presenting manner that further framed her for him to properly gaze at when he finally released them. And once he did, he was taken aback by her appearance. Her red hair shined and her skin glistened from the flame above that illuminated the rest of her body akin to a ray of light while surrounded by darkness. It was captivating…
At least until she reopened her eyes, a mischievous glint directed towards him that matched her grin.
"Though I wonder if perhaps you did a bit too much. I did call this a warmup, yet you seemed to have revealed some of your hand. I would've thought you'd save such acts for the latter to gain an upper hand, cause as it stands now, the field's still even," She commented with a smug smirk that reflected her tone, "Or maybe you had to resort to such tactics to keep up with me merely warming up, Hmm? "
"You have my strengths, I have mine," Was Morgan's firm reply while he stared the smug redhead down while adding, "Besides, if anyone's shown their hand, it's you. That demonstration in the hallway was enough to get a good idea of how you'd act, and that warm-up further proved it."
"Ah, I was hoping for that," Celica revealed, throwing the dark-fated lad for a small loop while continuing with, "It wouldn't do for a schemer like you to have such little information. I did want a challenge after all. So please, tactician, show me more of those pitiful plans you conjured up to best me so that you can watch them fail."
Her expressions and words were meant to irk him, something Grima's servant couldn't deny. But he used that to his advantage as he appeared frustrated, hoping it'd distract her enough to gloat while he moved on to the next part of his plan. " Hmph~ Be careful what you desire, because so far, this is all falling within expectation," He honestly revealed.
" Hm? " The witch was intrigued by her words, raising an eyebrow and leaning forward while resettling her palms on his chest and framing her own. "Yet even then, you seemed rather stunned when presented with these," She stated, smirking as she swayed her breasts in front of his face. "I couldn't help taking pity on you and offer the chance to indulge in them without reservation. A chance you took full advantage of~"
Morgan tsked, glancing away to not be captivated by her corrupted bosom while she continued teasing him.
"At the very least, I can acknowledge your skillful hands. Perhaps after I make you submit, I'll have you massage my chest and other areas at the end of the day. So long as you've been a good servant, of course, Hehe~ " She mockingly suggested, giggling at his suppressed growl before humming as felt his hands roam further down her figure. "Hhm? Though perhaps you'd prefer groping something else now, huh? "
The lad was silent as his fingers settled on her rear and finally took hold of the plush flesh that'd been rubbing and slapping against his lap for the last few minutes. It was surprising just how well it fit into a round curve whose texture was firm enough to keep its shape yet soft enough to dig right in with some extra pressure, which he did.
The fallen redhead mewled at the act, her eyes briefly shutting while her body shuddered before she gazed at him with a grin. "Goodness, I'm well aware this body is tempting, but I didn't expect you to give in so easily. I can't tell whether to feel disappointed by your resistance or take it as a compliment. Perhaps both."
"Take it how you wish," He annoyingly replied, not even looking her in the eye while continuing to lightly grope her butt to distract her as he focused on building something up elsewhere, taking in her impressive size, shape, and texture. It honestly fit her perfectly, something he begrudgingly complimented her about. "I'll admit physically, you're rather attractive, even in comparison to other heroes, a shame the personality attached makes it difficult to admire."
Celica's eyes narrowed at the backhanded remark he finished with, yet refused to lose her temper. "Ironic, I possess similar thoughts," She replied, turning his comment back on him as her fingers lightly traced over his chest and its decent muscle, silence eventually settling between them as they explored each other's body.
The two ignored the sensation of their combined fluids seeping from their sex sexes and spilling over their respective thighs and laps. Instead, in the aftermath of their shared orgasms, they continued focusing on the other's chest and reap respectively, enjoying the light sparks they elicited that helped pass the time until they were ready to continue.
However, for one of them, time wasn't passing soon enough.
"So, are you finally ready to continue our trial, or would you rather continue pawing my ass?" The fallen priestess questioned with slight annoyance as she was growing tired of this. Except the small blush on her cheeks hinted she didn't completely dislike the potential of the latter option. Unfortunately, it was dashed by Morgan's response.
"Oh, I was merely waiting for you to act," She calmly replied, his attention directed somewhere lower than even her chest as his fingers stopped digging into her ass and instead tapped lightly against it. "You seemed rather aggressive so far, so I assumed you wanted to continue that path?"
His smart tone and refusal to make eye contact irritated Celica, her eyes narrowing before she managed to recompose herself through a brief, calm breath that guided her reply. "Is that so? I thought you would've liked an opportunity to put one of those plans in motion?"
"You'll need to give me a compelling reason to do so then, because I see no benefit in doing so currently," The lad expressed, his fingers twisting against and over one another in strange motions that went unseen by the increasingly annoyed redhead.
"Are you implying I'm not worth the effort?" She harshly questioned, unable to suppress her vexation at what he was insinuating. "You'd waste the chance to take the lead, to control and set the battlefield to your advantage?"
"When did I say that?" Morgan replied, finally looking up at her with a raised brow, briefly stunning her while he elaborated. "I just don't see why I should do so at your invitation when I'm already in the midst of doing it myself?"
Just like that, he crossed both sets of his fingers behind her butt, prompting the magic he'd been slowly focusing within them to sprout out in the form of a dark, purple aura that reached around Celica's sides towards her hands. In a moment, they ensnared her wrists, binding them together in a pattern reminiscent of his cloak's.
The witch's eyes were wide as much surprise as disbelief by this act. She didn't even feel her magic becoming suppressed, causing the organ flame above them to go out as its light was replaced by the ominous purple glow of her newfound cuffs. "What is this?" She demanded with growing frustration as she failed to pull her hands apart.
"Is it not obvious?" Grima's servant asked Duma's as she continued struggling, unable to help his lips curling into a smug smirk. "I'm just putting one of my pitiful plans into motion."
Celica glared at him, his smirk fueling her iration even as she tried keeping it from boiling over in her reply. "This? A simple trick of restriction? How disappointing, I expected more," She expressed, taking a moment to ready herself to muster more strength, purple flames flickering around her body as she once again attempted to break his hold.
Only for those flames to dissipate when she failed once again. Her face failed into further vexation while his satisfaction deepened due to her struggle.
"It may be a simple trick, but an effective one. I've used these bindings on targets far more stronger and cunning than you. The only way to break them is through sheer force, or to understand its magic well enough to disrupt and weaken it. Unfortunately for you, neither your mind nor body is up to the task, even if I'll admit both are impressive."
"Ergh~" The redhead lowly at his explanation, not intending to back down as she defiantly stared at him. " Hmph~ Why not bind my legs as well, unless you foolishly believe only restricting my hands will be enough?"
"By itself, no," The dark-fated lad answered, surprising his fellow fallen hero with this admission. Only for her to realize that this implied his belief in his skills, making her eyes narrow with a mixture of annoyance and hostility.
"You think too highly of yourself. I can easily act against you even like this," The witch declared.
"I can say the same to you," He replied, hardly phased by her remarks while addressing her comments. "Besides, it'd be too simple to just restrict and wear you down, and there are limits to how long I can keep a spell like this active," He revealed, pausing momentarily before adding, "No, for those like you, I find it best to offer a chance of resistance."
Celica's annoyance further rose upon realizing he was doing to her what she'd done to him, offering a chance to fight back while appearing confident in his ability to best that. "This still hardly guarantees your triumph," She managed to express with as much defiance as she could despite the hint of defeat in her voice.
"No, but we won't know the outcome unless we try, so why don't we stop bickering and see where this leads us, Hmm? " The lad suggested before suddenly leaning in to seize her lips, surprising the priestess as her eyes widened with a muffled gasp which morphed into a yelp when he swiftly took hold of her rear and raised her off the bed.
Her legs reflexively wrapped around his waist, causing his still-embedded loins to stir within hers as he lifted them both off the bed. Their movements, however slight, caused them each to shudder due to lingering sensitivity from their previous orgasm. While Celica was left somewhat stunned by the situation, Morgan managed to make it onto his feet, standing and carrying the priestess leaning against him.
Not wasting time, he walked towards a nearby wall with careful steps to not make the girl jostle too much and perhaps elicit a reaction that'd topple them both. Even so, her breathing was deep as his cock swayed in and out of her folds, causing her to embrace him more tightly to limit its moments while she tried to figure out his plan.
A plan that was seemingly quite simple as he pressed her against the wall beside the window. When her back hit the wall, he leaned away, causing her breasts to no longer smush against his chest. However, they were still framed between her arms as her bound hands continued resting on his front.
Disliking how she'd been forced to hold onto him, Celica quickly released her leg-lock around him to stand back on her own. Yet only one foot managed to touch against the ground, with Morgan stopping the other by hooking it under his arm.
He stared unflinchingly at her hostile, narrow gaze as he readjusted his grip before raising her leg further up his side till its knee was hooked over his shoulder. The position left her in a standing split between him and the wall. But he didn't stop there, with the irate priestess wincing as her magical cuffs briefly illuminated before pulling her wrists upwards until they were raised high above her head as if they were chained to the ceiling.
He hadn't said anything, even so, his actions were enough to make the fallen priestess as furious as she was humiliated by this sudden lack of control. She expressed her disdain towards him through her defiant eyes, only for him to continue stoically gazing back unphased, at least until his eyes narrowed in a challenging manner.
And that was when he began to move his hips.
"Haa!"
Celica gasped as his cock began thrusting in and out of her loins, with her current pose making him uniquely rub against her walls. That combined with her lingering sensitivity from her previous orgasm had her squirming on a single foot as she sloppily attempted to buck back against him.
" Egh Of course you'd resort to such underhanded tactics. How foolish I was to assume you might try and face me more fairly after the skill you've shown," She tried insulting him, which the lad wasn't phased by.
"Fairly?" Morgan repeated her last remark in disbelief before elaborating. "There's hardly such a thing as a fair battle. Everyone has their strengths and weaknesses, it's up to the individual to make the most of whatever situation they're in and shift it to their advantage. You thrive when you're challenged and can proudly prove your superiority. That's why despite your overwhelming advantage, you backed off earlier in the hallway to avoid a hollow victory."
The redhead's eyes narrowed further, filled with irritation that the lad continued to stir when he added, "No doubt it's a by-product of Duma's will. Though perhaps it's also a form of your resistance that if you face challenges directly, you hope to be overwhelmed?"
"Shut up! You understand nothing about my pride or mind, let alone my will!" Celica harshly barked as she expressed a fury that caused purple flames to flicker violently around them. Her teeth looked ready to tear into him as she continued struggling against his binds and spat. "You're just a schemer, hiding in the shadows and too afraid to confront his challenges directly. You use excuses to cover the reasoning behind your words and actions to fool others and even yourself!"
Morgan was taken aback by her surprisingly elaborate remarks, especially since - to his disdain - part of it rang true. His silence and stillness were soon noticed by the irate fallen hero, satisfying her enough to calm down and gain back some confidence. Looking at him with a subtle grin and challenging gaze, she rolled her hips over his lap.
"Ugh!"
The dark-purpled-haired lad winced at the sensation, body shuddering as he was prompted to try and address her statements. "Yet here I am, facing you head-on under your conditions with my strengths," He firmly stated, emphasizing his point by reaffirming his hold on her ass, his fingers digging into her flesh while his other hand settled over her lower back to guide her hips to match his thrusts, allowing him to more easily reach her depths.
However, this grip was hardly strong enough to control her completely, just making her movements less sloppy as she continued defiantly bucking against him even as she squirmed more than before. Something he pointed out, "Besides, I wasn't the one boosting being able to handle any plan I conjured up. Sorry to say that so far, I'm disappointed in your handling of this.
"Grr~" The witch growled, frustrated by how easily the tables were turned. As much as you would've liked, she couldn't dismiss the fallen tactician's admittedly skillful thrusts, smooth and deep while done at a brisk pace with enough force to have her tits jiggling between their chests.
However, the rhythm of his hips shifted unpredictably to her, not enough to interrupt her pleasure, but left her on edge as her raised toes flexed and her lower foot wiggled on its heel. It vexed her, as evident by her tone. "Damn you, cocky brat. You'll pay for this…"
"The only cocky one is you," Morgan firmly replied with a harsher thrust that caused Celica to tense up before she could snap back. "If you were serious at the start, you could've overwhelmed me. But instead, you outright dared me to use a 'trick', and now you're struggling against one of my simpler ones, unable to properly resist."
"You dare!" The redhead furiously barked with furrowed eyebrows that matched her glare. "All you've done is delay the inevitable! You said it yourself there are limits to these restraints, correct? It must take quite a bit of magic to keep them active for extended periods, especially when its captives continually resist. In that case, I'll endure, and I'll eventually break free of these bindings, and you'll be too powerless to even attempt a pitiful resistance!"
Morgan was unphased by her declaration as evident by how he merely raised a brow and calmly responded with, "Why wait? You seem so proud of your abilities, yet you're content to just wait it out? That doesn't seem fitting for you. Besides, you can still move your hips, correctly? Well then use them!"
Celica's eyes were left wide by his statement, blinking in confusion before narrowing with suspicion that matched her tone. "What is this? What are you getting out?"
"You intrigued me," The lad revealed, slowing down his thrusts to better concentrate but not the depths he reached while elaborating, "You seem so eager to express your power through brute force. Except there's more to you, isn't there? You showed it in the hallway, and just minutes before as well. You wanted to make this a battle with our pride as servants to our masters on the line, yet you continue to hide skills away, Use them and everything at your disposal to best me."
His remarks left the fallen priestess in shock and disbelief, eventually having trouble looking at his unflinching gaze. Her lips twitched as she struggled to reply while she gained an uncertain expression brought by an internal conflict of how to take his words, prompting Morgan to speak some more.
"You said Duma believes in power, yes? Well, those skills are strengths, your strengths. You weaken yourself by suppressing them," The fallen tactician declared, trying to sound challenging in an attempt to stir her pride before offering calmer, more respectful words.
"Just as I'm trying to turn the situation to my advantage, you should be attempting to take that advantage away using whatever skills at your disposal. Besides, it wouldn't sit well for either of us if one held back. Victory would ring hollow, and we'd feel insulted and humiliated both towards our pride and for our masters, wouldn't you agree?"
Morgan spoke no more after that, even pausing his thrusts to give Celica time to process his words. By all logic, he was giving up his advantage, stranger was his attempts to even try and motivate her to fight back at all. But it irked greatly to continue with her holding back after the displays he'd seen. Especially when she continued acting like a mindless, loyal puppet when she could instead be capable of so much more as a cunning witch.
Something that for now, she chose to be.
*Smack!
"Ergh!"
Morgan's legs buckled and his face winced with gritted teeth that muffled his gasp, a result of Celica suddenly slamming against his lap with enough force to make her ass clap and embed the entirety of his loins in her passage. Looking back at her, he found himself confronted by a pair of fiery red eyes that showcased revitalized convection, something she emphasized by rolling her hips over his crotch and eliciting a shudder from the lad.
Just like that, their newfound struggle began.
Their hips rolled and crashed against one another, causing the fallen tactician to rub roughly against the corrupted priestess' chamber walls. Each one tried to make the other falter with the pleasure they elicited, with them using everything they could to tip the advantage in their favor.
Morgan used his grip on Celica's back and rear to guide her movements for better control, however, instead of resisting, she leaned into this. Shifting her weight on her heel and adjusting the hook over her leg over his shoulder, she made it so that with every blow he inflicted on her, she'd returned with equal force.
Despite her hands still being bound, she managed to make use of them as the cuffs holding them above her head were fixed in place, allowing her to use them as leverage. She used it to straighten her back and better balance her foot so that she didn't slump against the wall.
With her corset having fallen around her waist, her breasts were free to bounce and jiggle about, something she tried to distract him by arching her chest and presenting him with quite the feast for the eyes. Unfortunately for her, whenever she did draw in his gaze, it was brief, and not long enough for her to gain the upper hand before he could perform a skillful thrust or assertive ass grope.
She had to bite her lip to stiffen whatever moans or sighs she would've made to not give him the satisfaction, similar to how he gritted his teeth and muffed his gasps and grunts as he endured her acts as well.
This back and forward wore each other down, causing their sense of time to slip as a haze settled in their mind. The purple flame that's been flickering around them went from bright flashes to brief smolders that faded away. Their eyes became glazed as despite both still intensely focusing on making the other squirm in pleasure, they found themselves more indulgent towards their own by the minute.
Their hip rolls and thrust lost their smoothness as sweat flew from off both, with Celica relegated to practically grounding herself over his groin to make him rub against every spot of her walls. Morgan's touch, meanwhile, grew rougher as he now held her ass with both hands, his fingers digging into the plump flesh that he pulled and kneaded quite hungrily. Though the redhead hungered for something else, licking her lips as her eyes settled on the lad's own.
With movements that came as naturally as the rest of her skills, the fallen priestess hooked her legs around his back and calf. She flexed her lower leg to weaken his stance, allowing her leg to more easily and seductively pull him in. Her bouncing breasts became trapped by his chest with her stiff nipples poked his skin while her soft flesh compressed against it, making them each shudder before realizing their faces were inches apart.
With flushed faces and flickering eyes, they looked at one another, each sharing a silent understanding of a similar desire. However, both were too prideful to take it so simply, which is what led Celica to flex her wrist and reconfirm an observation she'd made earlier. Taking a moment to gather her strength, she unleashed it to the point that her purple flames engulfed her hands, allowing her to move the cuffs down and behind Morgan's head.
The lad's eyes widened in surprise at her display, having not expected her to figure out a way to at the very least, overpower his spell's fixed positioning as he now found his head between their arms. Before he could try and counter, his opponent seized the opportunity by using her new hold to send their lips crashing into one another's.
His muffled, shocked gasp made her grin with satisfaction that helped fuel a hip roll and flex within loins, making him shudder before he could properly return the kiss with equal vigor. However, his delay gave her the advantage as their tongues sloppily traded blows and spit, with him barely holding her back in this battle for dominance that wasn't just fueled by pride to best each other but to seek out greater pleasure.
Yes, pleasure. Somehow that was all they could think of at the moment. A desire to make their partner become overwhelmed by it, or indulge in the sensation themselves. It was little surprise they eventually lost themselves in it, becoming frantic as they sought out that blissful high that they reached sooner than both expected.
"Mgh!"
"Egh!"
Their kiss muffled their moans as Morgan's fell seed suddenly filled Celica's corrupted chambers. The warm, thick cum triggered a potent reaction in the witch that caused her walls to clamp around his cock to drown the intruder in her deepest depths with a potent flood that washed over his cock, washing out their previous orgasm as well.
When their release subsided, their lips detached with a shared gasp as they were both left with flushed faces and open, panting lips. They struggled to regain their breaths, shuddering as the lad pulled out and allowed the warm, sticky mixture of juices within the redhead's loins to finally spill out as she continued to shudder while it trickled down her leg.
She bit her lip in annoyance at the realization she would've liked to keep it within her along with something else, unaware her partner had a similar thought. But in the meantime, his hold around her loosened, giving Celica the chance to finally lower her raised leg back down. Even when she stood on shaky footing, she kept her bound hands around his head, either for support or something else while she leaned her sweaty body against his.
The whole time, the pair of fallen heroes stared into each other's eyes as they slowly lost their glazed looks to reveal the lingering fires, with the fallen princess' suddenly intensifying as she locked his neck between his arms. All at once, she pulled her face, compressing her chest, and wrapping her legs around him, leaving his cum-coated cock strapped between his bare and her corset-covered stomach, smearing skin and fabric respectively.
"What the!" Morgan gasped with a strained voice as he struggled against her constricting, clinging hold which weakened his stance. His attempts to pry her off were unsuccessful with her managing to lock her limbs firmly around him, prompting him to demand, "What are you doing?"
"I'm merely following what you said earlier, to make the most of a situation and shift it to my advantage," She calmly answered even if her breathing was a tad ragged, exposing that she was still recovering. Regardless, it didn't stop her from exuding a deadly aura of composure as she continued, "Don't tell me you expected me to not find a moment to turn the tables? How foolish~"
The dark-fated lad attempted to keep his composure as he reminded himself of his planning. "Unfortunately for you, I made precautions," He stated, beginning to focus magic to flow from his hands to her cuffs and enact his will.
Only for that flow to be cut off with a roll of her hips that caused her slippery folds to rub over the underside of his slicken cock, breaking his concentration with a shudder. "Ah~ Ah~ Ah~" She mockingly repeated after blocking his attempts, preventing him from trying more by continuing forcefully grounding her crotch over his. "I won't give you a chance for such tricks, not when you'll be to even think about them~"
Her ripe lips proceeded to latch onto his for another kiss, her tongue easily slipping into his mouth and striking his gums, prompting his eyes to widen. But before he could mount a response, she pulled away and leaned down to nibble his neck, eliciting small sparks that further distracted his already dazed mind.
That, along with her still grinding groins made it very difficult to focus on the spell binding her, and even if he could, his hands were too preoccupied with holding onto her as she continually shifted her weight. He kept having to balance them both as she led him away from anything he could push her against and offered a chance to free his hands.
"Distracting, isn't it?" The witch mockingly whispered into his ear, her grin out of view from the fallen tactician's eyes though not his mind which shook as she rolled her hips against his and over the palm he held it with.
"You should've restricted me more when you had the chance. Because now, I won't give you any. You won't be able to rely on those plans or detailed counter-measures you conjured up in advance, all you'll have is your instincts. And unfortunately for you, I doubt they're as sharp as mine."
Morgan tsked as the dynamic of control flipped once more with him on the disadvantaged side. More annoyingly was that he'd been impressed by how Celica did so. As wild as her assault appeared, just like her frenzied bloodlust on the battlefield, it was calculated. Each act had an intent, purpose, and most of all, lack of hesitation that made it difficult to prepare for and defend against.
She was taking advantage of his weakened concentration from their recent orgasm to wear him further down, not simply to overwhelm him but to make him struggle. And if she continued unimpeded, he'd be in real trouble soon. Luckily, his recent experience dealing with Corrin's lustful rampage had helped strengthen his instincts, allowing him to better focus them towards a specific intent.
Instead of fighting back against her assault, the dark-fated lad gave in. His lack of struggle would've been instantly suspicious towards the redhead, except he was smart enough to do so slowly so that she didn't notice until he struck.
"Hmm?"
This was exactly what he did when she gave a subtle, confused hum into his mouth, her body pausing momentarily to better take note of his, which pounced at the chance.
"Ehhm!?" She gasped as he suddenly led them away and pushed past her attempts to sway him. She was forced to pull and twist her legs around his to falter his stance and have them stumble onto the ground, hearing him grunt frustrated while his legs increasingly buckled as they leaned too far forward for him to stop.
The fallen priestess braced herself to hit the ground, prepared to instantly roll them over so that she'd be atop. However, when the impact finally occurred, instead of a hard stone floor she felt something far softer.
*Pomf!
The sensation of landing on her bed briefly distracted Celica, offering Morgan the chance to act.
His hands quickly let go of her back and rear, instead reaching up behind his tucked-in head to slip her hands off before she could resist. He then proceeded to pin her cuffed wrists against the bed above her. His legs, meanwhile, kneeled by her sides, restricting her slender pair with enough force to prevent what would've no doubt been a deadly leg lock that could've aided her attempts to regain control.
In the end, the redhead was left staring up at him with wide eyes filled with surprise and a hint of amazement by the maneuver as he somehow managed to tactically use his instincts. For his part, he stared down at her unflinchingly, narrow eyes filled with determination, even so, he found himself momentarily stunned by her appearance. Her red hair splayed out underneath, framing her flushed face's panting mouth and uncertain red eyes.
Unfortunately, his pause caused such a face to be replaced with an expecting, somewhat annoyed gaze that matched her tone, "Well, what are you waiting for? This is your chance, isn't it? Or was your submission of their frenzied silent dragon a fluke?"
Her words and mention of Corrin helped the lad regain his composure and readjust his stance. Reaffirming his grip on her wrists, he now directly poured his magic into the cuffs, keeping it in place while his knees dug deeper into the bedding, pinning her thighs against it and leaving her legs spread apart. He even shifted his hips to angle his shaft, his tip rubbing over her folds in a manner that made them both shudder.
And then, they moaned as with a simple, firm push, he slipped right in.
"There we go~" Celica practically purred in a tone that sounded both mocking and pleased, mirrored in her gaze when looked at him and said, "Now, be sure to give this your best shot, because I won't hesitate to take advantage of a hint of weakness."
She was taunting him, goading him. Morgan knew this because she already had the chance to take advantage of him, but didn't. Instead, she helped him refocus. Was this out of a cocky belief she could handle him, or some desire to see what he was capable of if given the chance? Whatever it was, it lit a fire within him that sparked a few purple flames to flicker around him before he harshly slammed down into the priestess' corrupted loins.
*Slap
"Ahh!"
Celica's gasp drowned out Morgan's grunt and the bed's creak while the sound of his hips slamming against her rang louder. She threw her head back as he reached some of her deepest depths with a single thrust, with the force behind it causing her back to arch off the bed. Her legs flexed reflexively as her breasts were sent bouncing while the rest of her body shook.
*Slap
"Ha!"
"Egh!"
*Creak
*Slap!
"AH!"
"Ngh!"
*Creak!
*Slap!
"HAH!"
"Gkh!"
*Creak!
Over time, the bed's creak became clearer as the lad vigorously repeated the motion, filling the room with loud wet skin slaps along with his grunts and the redhead's gasps. He pounded the priestess with all his might, refusing to hold back just as he'd done with Corrin. Though unlike with the manakete, instead of focusing on enduring and waiting for her to wear out, he focused on the single-minded goal of overwhelming her.
So, he ensured his thrusts went deep, his hips smacking against her plump thighs while her balls clapped against her round ass. His member roughly stirred her insides as it rubbed over her walls, pushing out more of their mixed juices that lingered within. Yet despite her restraints, she still managed to defiantly buck her hips against him, causing his pumps to briefly falter from the sharp sensations she elicited from him.
So to better restrain her, he ceased simply looming over her and instead pressed down his front over her. Her flopping tits were pinned by his chest, their stiff nipples poking his skin while the rest of her velvet flesh jiggled against it. He also shifted his hands up to not just pin her wrists, but support his weight as well.
However, he hardly stopped there as he made use of every tool at his disposal to truly overwhelm her. But before he did so, he found himself feasting on the sight of her withering face beneath him, framed by her red hair splayed out underneath as her skin glistened in sweat. Her closed eyes repeatedly twitched from what could be assumed to be blissful pleasure which flowed out of her panting lips that appeared so ripe and tasty.
One could describe seeing it as breath-taking, yet Morgan chose to view it as appetizing, especially one part. Thus, he didn't hesitate to lean in and indulge himself with a taste.
"Mhhmm!"
Celica's moan was muffled by the kiss that sent sparks throughout her body, making her toes flex in the air while her squirming fingers tugged at the sheets for support. She could feel herself, her flame, being overwhelmed by his assault that increased the frequency of flickering purple flames around them each. However, her attempts to buck her hips and disrupt his thrusts were overpowered by his sheer force and speed.
There was little she could do such as using her tongue to duel his and strike his gums, or flexing and massing his member with her loins so that when she eventually did come, she'd wear him down enough to bring him along. And after another brutal thrust from the lad that rubbed against an erogenous spot and shook her entire body, it occurred.
"Ahh!" The redhead cried after detaching her lips from him with a bridge of spit as she came, eliciting a grunt from Morgan by the intense pressure of her walls clamping down around him that prompted his orgasm to follow.
"Mhhmm~" The fallen priestess mewled another flood of her warm juices collided with his hot, thick torrent of seed within her loins, mixing and filling her up and sending her into a daze. In her state, she almost compared the heat of his cum to the blood she spilled on the battlefield. Except unlike how that blood soon ran cold, this warmth felt full of life, a contrast to his usual detached and cold appearance, and it intrigued her.
Eventually, her senses returned, with her vision clearing up from their blurry gaze and sped up by her flickering eyes. She stared at the lad loaming over her who held his dazed look towards her, with her expression towards him soft, not warm nor cold as she was content to not toss him off her just yet.
However, when she checked to see how much his hold on her had weakened to potentially take advantage of, she noticed something peculiar. Instead of diminishing, it'd strengthened, something emphasized when she felt Morgan's hands shift from pinning her cuffed wrists to her palms.
"Hmm?'
Celica's confused eyes flickered before she noticed something else in the lad's expression she'd initially missed. It was a fire, one small enough that she hadn't given it much thought. However, upon closer inspection, she realized the strong core his flame possessed, a burning intensity that was slowly but surely rising along with his tone.
"Did you think I'd lower my guard so easily once again?" He asked, his voice somewhat out-of-breath yet possessing a rather intimating composure that took the witch off-guard, causing her to stay silent as he continued, "No, we're going to stay like this, and I'll keep fucking you like this, and I won't rest until you're out of energy."
He spoke his statement more like a fact than a promise or even threat, enough that honestly shook the redhead slightly. "...Y-You think you can outlast me?" She managed to reply after a few moments with a shaky voice from the strange sensation coming over her.
What she felt wasn't dread or even fear, yet it caused goosebumps to spread over her the longer she stared into his unflinching eyes that she attempted to make waver. " Can you truly expect to best me as you are now? You've exuded quite a bit of energy already, and it's taking a toll. But me? I feel as if I've only just begun!"
Despite her forced cockiness, she wasn't lying. For reasons she couldn't explain, these activities felt.. natural to her. Not simply the act of fucking, just performing these intimate acts came almost like second nature to her. She could tell these skills didn't come from Lord Duma but something else, something similar, something just as important.
As if instead of listening to her father, she was guided by a mother.
Perhaps that was why she was so intent on continuing, to understand this sensation, this feeling more which had helped her to gain a better understanding of the fallen tactician. Though as she stared into his eyes - still unwavering in the face of her comments - she wondered if perhaps she'd end up understanding more about him than herself.
"If I give you free rein to act and make this a more even back and forward struggle, then your words would have merit," Morgan finally stated, capturing Celica's by his admission that he went on to elaborate. "But as I said, I won't give you that chance and underestimate you. Your defense itself isn't all that strong, so while your stamina is impressive, it's not impossible to wear down faster than mine."
Then, he paused, confusing the redhead as she could tell there was something else he wished to say, something he did after reaffirming the conviction in his eyes that he directed towards her and said, "Besides, I've already bested a dragon, and I can last against a witch."
The dark-fated lad's tone left her speechless, enough that she didn't notice her legs shifting against his, however, she did feel goosebumps sprouting across her flesh as a strange, quiver rocked her loins. And the longer he gazed down at her with a fiery look fueled by lust and determination, the more Celica anxiously anticipated his acts with excitement.
There was nothing she could do to resist, and for some reaction that realization spoke to a part deep within her. So when he leaned in for another kiss while his hips backed up in preparation for a thrust, she found herself giving in instinctively.
*CREAK *CREAK *CREAK
*SLAP *SLAP *SLAP
"AHH! OHH! EYAHH!"
*THUMP *THUMP *THUMP
*CLAP *CLAP *CLAP
"MWAHH! MHHHMM! MMGGHH!"
*THUD *THUD *THUD
*PLAP! *PLAP! *PLAP!
"Eyah! Ahh! Hii!"
*CREAK *CREAK *CREAK
*PAT *PAT *PAT
"Haaa…!...Ahhh….! Huuhhh…."
"Uugghhh~"
Celica's voice had become hoarse after all her cries, gasps, howls, etc in the last few hours. The moon that'd originally been rising over the horizon when they first started was now ready to reach its peak, contrasting the redhead who'd reached hers multiple times, perhaps too many.
The result was the once proud fallen warrior left dazed in a puddle of cum on her stained and sheet-torn bed while she appeared no better. Her lidded eyes were rolled back and glazed, drooling mouth was agape for deep, needy breaths that had her chest rising and falling.
Her hands, meanwhile, had been freed of their cuffs. Yet she hadn't the strength to make use of them for anything else besides desperately grasping the sheets beside her head. Her disheveled hair was still splayed out around her head while her legs stayed spread and exposed her cum-dripping loins as her entire body glistened with sweat.
Morgan hadn't been lying, for the rest of their session he hadn't shifted their pose once. Despite the countless chances to roll her onto her side, flip her over onto her hands and knees, lift her and hold her, or anything else besides pounding her back into the bed, he chose not to.
No, he kept her there on her back, ignoring the aches and pains building within him from the brutal reputation while keeping her pinned in place and restricting her movements. At most, he'd lessened his hold on her legs to better thrust and roll his hips, which allowed her to finally wrap her slender legs around his waist but did little to slow him down while he continued plowing her at a brutal place. In fact, it may have even spurred him on.
Their bodies practically shined from under whatever light managed to illuminate them from all the sweat that'd built up and flew off from their vigorous antics as they slid more against one another. Their cries, grunts, and gasps were muffled either by the other's lips or flesh depending on whichever they'd been latching onto.
As for Morgan himself, compared to the dazed priestess, he was in much better shape. Currently, he stood by the bed's edge as he pulled up his pants, giving an annoyed growl upon recalling his torn belt and shirt. Focusing, he managed to scrounge enough magic to utter a spell that kept his pants up. As for his shirt, he supposed he could just close up his cloak to hide his bare chest for now.
As for that cloak itself, it'd fallen off during their fucking, now left on the bed beside Celica. Turning to grasp it, his eyes naturally fell on her limp, messy state, one he'd brought on by himself. While he hadn't gone as long with the priestess as he did with Corrin or even Julia, the energy he'd expended against her was comparable to the latter. And in the end, he couldn't say he'd been left unscathed.
Never before had he fucked in such a repetitive position for so long, and to be truthful, it'd left him with a strange ache in his knees, elbows, and lower back, with his hips faring little better. It was only through sheer intense focus while being fueled by lust and determination he'd been able to push through. It'd gotten to the point that he wondered if he even felt that much pleasure during the exchange.
Regardless, at the very least it seemed to have paid off considering the current state of the redhead left him feeling a bit smug even if he knew it would've only taken her capitalizing on a single mistake to have him join her. Even then, her hips had never stopped bucking and rolling against his despite constantly being overpowered, nor had her walls' embrace around his cock lessened a single bit.
He'd been right not to underestimate her, for she'd continually surpassed his expectations. He had little choice but to concede once for all that the fallen princess was not the 'puppet' he'd originally envisioned her ass.
And he'd find that point emphasized at the sudden grip around his wrist when he'd reached down to pick up his cloak.
"Hmm?" The lad was surprised to find Celica's glazed eyes having faded to reveal a more focused gaze after she'd managed to grasp his wrist before looking into his hazy pupils. "W-Wait…what are …huh… are you doing?" She barely managed to get out with her weary voice, hardly above a whisper in volume.
"...Taking my leave," He eventually answered, shaking off her hand when pulling his cloak over his shoulders, readjusting it before taking a moment to firmly add, "You should rest."
"B-But we're not…done yet," The redhead weakly rejected, managing to muster enough strength to roll on her side and reach for his cloak to pull him back. However, she failed to grasp it as her fingers brushed over the fabric before Morgan turned back to her, taking note of the lingering fire in her eyes that helped to fuel determination in her voice when saying, "It's not over…until… hah …one of us makes…the other submit. And I haven't given up yet… huh. "
Her conviction was weak, barely a flame, one drained of energy yet managing to keep burning out of pure will. And perhaps with just the right chance, that flame could become a blazing inferno. Still, in his state, Morgan would've had little trouble overpowering that fire with his, to snuff it out and prove without a doubt his pride, his passion, his will was stronger than hers, and in turn leave her with no choice but accept her resounding defeat.
Except he didn't, something he expressed to her. "Then I suppose you'll have another chance to do so when you've recovered."
It sounded as if he was practically daring her to try this again, yet there wasn't an air of cockiness to his voice. It stunned her enough that it took her a few moments to respond till feelings of humiliation and anger swirled within her, fueling her fire with an intense burst that reflected in her tone. "That's…Don't you dare leave things unfinished!"
"Except I already finished what I came here to do," The lad calmly expressed while slipping his arms into his cloak's sleeves as his breathing finally evened out, reaffirming his composure while the priestess began losing whatever little of hers remained. "I came here out of pride after you made this content of loyalty towards our masters. You thought you could best my will to serve, I merely demonstrated just what my will is capable of."
"Besides, I'm not interested in submission through forcefully bending one's will, even through pride," Morgan finished along with buttoning up his cloak before giving her one final glance. His expression was conflicted as if he was debating on leaving some parting words only to eventually choose silence as he turned away and made his way out of the room with clear intent toward his next destination.
She could do nothing but watch him leave. His departure was followed by overwhelming silence, at least within her room, for in her mind his last words continually repeated, drowning all other sounds. And deeper within herself, past her mind and in her very core, she felt chains stir. Their hold around her soul had weakened, yet not broken, still restricting, still caging her.
For the rest of that night, Celica silently cried in anguish.
Author's Note: And we're ringing in the new year with chapter 3 done, finishing the first page of the comic this is based on!
But I'm not jumping into the final page for the next chapter. Nope, there's one extra girl Morgan's gotta deal with, and I'm sure most of you can guess who.
And if you do know, well, then that should give you an idea of the next chapters release date. Till then!
