Buranikka stood firm. Being motivated by Princess Flare, the citizens of that miraculous city joined arms with them to drive out the invaders. The order of the Sacred Spear (or was it Lance) was crumbled, its soldiers ran away, just to find themselves unable to cross the gate. Most of them died, mauled by furious mobs. Some were luckier; they would be stripped of their armor and later sold at Kinacrith’s slave market.
“Congratulations, Keyaru. You really did use Flare as leverage against me.” In the meantime, Norn gazed out at the demise of her troops with eerie disregard. Her soldiers were overwhelmed, their horses and possessions were taken away, and even her prominent battlemage found his death on the edge of vampire knight’s dagger.
“Get away from the balcony, Norn.” Keyaruga demanded, slowly approaching the princess and her only remaining bodyguard. “Please, I don’t wanna see you die again.” The lad asked. His voice was low and tired, after seeing so much blood and deaths around the city; he was burdened by severe mental exhaustion, that sapped his strength and stamina. After all, even if his muscles were performing at their highest possible peak, the hunched figure betrayed the hero’s internal misery.
“What makes you say that, my prince? Do you really think, I want to go on after all of this? That I’m gonna fall into your arms, just because I said a bunch of bullshit about love that time?” Norn lamented, ultimately stepping back into the room, where bolts and arrows couldn’t hurt her. “Matto died. Drained by that bloodsucker… He never showed his fangs, until you did most of the job.” The girl uttered, walking toward the long table behind which she had spoken with Adrian before. This time though she was on the losing side. “Matto… Mathias was my first man. Or, rather, would be, at that point. I thought it’d work… Even with John being against us… Until he cheated on me.” Norn admitted, looking at her former partner. Her eyes were full of pain, stress, and disturbance.
“I see…” Keyaruga muttered. Her admonishment was meant to poke at his relationships with Freia, Setsuna, and Kureha. The warlady was a jealous type, after all.
“Before our bargain, I fucked with eight other men, mostly officers from my inner circle. It never… never worked out… Heh… What’s with the sour mug? Did you actually believe me?” And then, the princess scoffed at the man (although her grin was too labored to seem genuine), who was circling around the chair he was so uneager to take. Even if Organ Trist kept silent, his sheer presence was still a source of danger there. “Still, you did a good job on Flare. The last time I spoke to her, my sister was a mad racist. I’ve never seen anyone who’d be more hateful toward demons and demi-humans than she was.” The princess noted, carelessly slouching in the chair. “Guess, you really did make a difference…”
“Did he?” Finally, Hawkeye joined the conversation. He was mostly uninterested in the romantic relationship the two had, but a single mention of the first princess kindled his interest. “She has always been extremely capable at adapting to new circumstances. I would not be surprised to find out, that it is but an act to gain favor with her new patron.” Organ Trist mused, giving a scrutinizing look at his opponent. The Hero of Healing did give the Champion a run for his money, but at the same time, the demigod felt the thrill he thought he lost forever.
“Well, people can change, and they do it both ways. Tell me, son of Artemis, how can you berate Flare, when you witnessed her downfall with your own eyes and did nothing to help her?” The man judged the archer, tapping on the table with his indestructible gauntlet.
“I gave her plenty of support, both in a political and ‘practical’ sense. I did so to pay my respects to lady Reeharoze, but in the end, I found myself being just another pawn for that arrogant, sadistic slut!” Hawkeye declared, becoming ever more furious. A rare occasion indeed, seeing how calm and collected the professional was in and outside of his primary job. Still, the wave of rage had quickly subdued. “Did that please your curiosity, o Hero of Healing?”
“Not really. I don’t think you know who staged Reeharoze’s murder.” Keyaruga responded phlegmatically. On that, the archer had nothing to answer with. Organ Trist returned to his still, almost dormant state, closing his eyes.
“Now that you two barked on each other, what comes next?” Norn asked her prince.
“Your sacred spear regiment is no more, so…”
“It’s Holy Lance Order, you moron!” The princess snarled, slamming her fist so hard on the table, she broke a few bones in her hand. Then, the girl held her injured arm. It was trembling, her teeth were clattering, but Norn did nothing to stop the pain. As a perfectionist, the warlady couldn’t stand mistakes. And her own failures rapidly deteriorated her mind. “I’m… I’m kinda sick of all this shit, so let’s finish it. Organ, get the fuck out of here!” The princess all but ordered her assassin that kept Keyaruga from rushing to the princess. He would heal her, let her forget…
“No.” But the Champion refused. He took out his bow and pointed an arrowhead toward the hero.
“Does it really have to end this way?” And Keyaruga had no choice but to unsheathe his saber in response. “Arrows don’t work, Organ. You saved Norn, so I’ll let you go. Your wife and daughter need you to live.”
“I appreciate your concern, Keyaru, but I want this fight!” The ginger-haired gentleman stated, letting the projectile hit… his opponent’s blade.
“I’m sorry it has to end this way.” The healer said, taking three steps to the right, just as his willing enemy moved to the left.
“No, Keyaru. You are not.”
And so, they clashed.
Keyaruga lunged forward, one, two, three arrows he blocked, one he evaded. Organ got slower, and Keyaruga memorized his patterns. Hawkeye made a step back, but the healer already reached for his face with his left arm.
The archer knew what to expect. Instead of letting the man use his fatal touch, he grabbed his bow by the end, and smacked the lad with every bit of strength he could muster. The wood shattered into multiple pieces, its magic evaporated, but the hero now had a bleeding wound on his head. Before it healed, Hawkeye pointed his firearm right at the man’s eye and pulled a string to activate the trigger.
The barrel exploded, a metal ball pushed by the black gunpowder flew right into the hero. It grazed his skull, ripped off a large chunk of skin and hair, but Keyaruga survived. He gnashed his teeth and used the momentum to retaliate with an upward slash. Although the strike never reached its goal, it gave the man just enough space to dodge the next attack with a back walkover.
Organ Trist grabbed his kurzschwert and unleashed an exceptionally measured flow of numerous thrusts. He wasn’t strong as Bloodbringer, nor as fast as Kureha, but he seemed twice as experienced as those two combined. Most of his moves were feigns, a majority of strikes – decoys. The old man fought at the limit of his abilities, overwhelming Keyaruga. One, two, three thrusts, parry, evade, two daggers to the face – the lad had crouched, the knives went right above him, but then, the healer was kicked in the chin. Hawkeye’s leg dislocated his jaw, but what’s worse – a small poisoned blade, hidden inside the Champion’s boot, went inside the tongue from below. The tool broke, and the hidden knife was left inside Keyaruga’s mouth to bleed and blight him.
“Haa… Haa… You… Stupid, silly, fucking, moronic… IDIOTS!!!” Norn yelled, unable to watch the two men battering each other to death. “STOP IT ALREADY-Y-Y!!!”
“Do not be alarmed, Your Highness. It is almost over.” The assassin spoke, raising his sword above Keyaruga’s lowered neck. “This poison kills even the toughest beasts. Your gauntlet is amazing, but its gifts are limited.” Organ spoke with maniacal pride over his job. He smirked, seeing the lifeless husk of his menacing foe lying in the pile of his own blood. One strike would finish him for good. “HA-A-A-A!..” There, grieved for by the weeping princess, the hero would die.
A swing… had halted. Keyaruga backhanded Hawkeye’s sword, reached for his arm, and then, a purple spark predetermined another bit of bloodshed.
“A-A-AH!!! Tch!..” The killer yelled, as his right hand exploded in the chunks of meat and bone. The healer barely touched him with Georgius, and the Champion lost all of his fingers, he had to retreat to crack one his fake teeth. He chugged mending mixture, and the stump stopped bleeding. A bit of rudimentary healing magic, and the wounds scabbed over. “Alright… I have… underestimated you. At least, we both lost our blades.”
“Agh!..” Keyaruga spit the poisoned blade out of his mouth, letting the divine armament restore his flesh. “Well, I can still wield my saber. Sorry for that, old man. My ‘mommy’ made me impervious to poisons.” The hero sneered, referencing Panakea. “Will you yield now?”
“He-heh-heh! No-o-o!” Hawkeye said, revealing two hidden blades under his sleeves. Those were crude weapons, fixed on the forearms. Effective, yet their reach was significantly shorter and thus beneficial to Keyaruga. At the same time, though, Organ Trist raised his head, and it began madly convulsing. He rolled his eyes, and when the two men’s gazes met again, the red-haired lad witnessed so called ‘eyes on the inside’. The left eyeball harbored nine pupils, the right one – eight. They were grotesque, atrocious, revolting irises, much more suitable to an insect, than a human. “I crave battle!”
“Fucking fanatic…” The man swore, bracing for another attack. He lost his chance; using Georgius’ range was new to him, so the healer only took Hawkeye’s single hand.
Keyaruga reached under his cape and sent an entire barrage of throwing knives of his own. The assassin had to parry, block, backhand, and dodge them. The hero had ten daggers, and he used them all. He even began casting spells, made a fireball in his fist, but the Champion sent a blade with his left hand, extinguishing the conjured fire.
“I am impressed by your gentleman’s arsenal, yet you should not risk the lady’s life with filthy magic.” Hawkeye admonished, loudly panting. His body was at its limit, but the demigod still refused to give up.
The assassin did a backstep, grabbed a blowgun from his coat, and shot with the sheer power of his lungs. Multiple darts went for the young man, but a single second was enough for Keyaruga to cover himself with his green cape. Spike after spike, deadly darts were stalled by the thick fabric. But at the same time, Organ Trist made his way toward the lad. Even with his sight obscured, he could feel the man with Kureha’s ultra-perception. The hero extended his left arm… and it was severed entirely at the elbow. He evaded with a backflip, but Hawkeye grabbed him by the cape and slammed into the ground. Keyaruga’s arm regenerated, he once again reached for his foe, but this time, he cut it off at the shoulder. The healer rolled back, he stood on his feet, just in time to meet another lunge.
Organ’s blades were enchanted, they could slice through muscles and bones, no matter how high your defense he could chop you to pieces. Alas, the young man had no enchanted plates to counter that advantage.
“Tch!” Keyaruga slammed his right arm into his chest; the green hue enveloped his entire body, implementing the wildest body modification he had ever made. Just in time to meet Hawkeye’s onslaught with his outstretched, left arm. Hawkeye ducked underneath it, crushed the hero’s right knee, and then he slashed right through the lad’s neck with the blade, installed on his left hand. In a mere second…
Keyaruga’s head rolled off his decapitated body.
“Haa… No… NO!.. KEYARU!!! DON’T LEAVE ME LIKE THAT! A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A!!! NO-O-O-O-O-O-O-O!!! UA-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A!!!” Norn’s sobbing turned into loud wailing. She yelled, wept, snarled… until the mental pressure became so tremendous, the girl simply passed out, crumbling onto the floor.
“Ha-ha-ha-ha-hah…” Hawkeye remained deaf to the warlady’s hysteria. He didn’t see it as well. His brilliant amber eyes, they all were sombered. He put everything into that fight, and the victory cost the Champion his hand, his sight, and most probably, he wouldn’t leave Buranikka alive. “But I… won… Kha-kha-kha-a!” The demigod began coughing blood. His legs betrayed him, and the honorable archer fell. It was then, when he felt as if something sinister was crawling in his chest. “Ha-a… In the end… you killed me, Keyaru! You… Kha… you… It… was fun… Kha-a… a-a…” Ultimately, the Hero of Healing’s affliction took its dreadful course. Hawkeye’s heart ruptured, ending his life for good. It was a pyrrhic victory, but a victory nonetheless.
…
Strings. Whoever pulled on the lyre, they made wonders with their fingers. A warm, kind melody was the first thing Norn heard after her awakening. Or, rather, it was the gentle tune that woke her up from the dreamless cold slumber.
“A-agh… M… mom?..” This exact motif belonged to Reeharoze, so no wonder it infatuated the princess so much, she didn’t even notice, what sort of predicament she was in. “No… She’s dead, she’s dead, she’s… dead…” The girl lamented, clattering the chain, leading to the ceiling. She was bound and captured, the Hero of Healing was dead, and nobody would come and save her. “Haa… This is what I deserve… This is… right… Keyaru, I’m sorry…” Tears overflowed her emerald eyes. This was the end for the warlady. Her army was crushed, her beloved was murdered on her own eyes, and now she found herself in some dark cellar, likely as a spoil of war for some high-ranking demon. “I… I don’t give a fuck anymore…” The princess surrendered. She didn’t rattle the cuffs, didn’t try to cover her naked breast, nothing.
When Norn heard footsteps, she barely even reacted. Someone descended down the stairs, two people, completely relaxed… and silent.
“Hoi… Egh… Fethra… Emab, muna mi wor… sunni (Hey… No… Please, kill me already).” Norn spoke indifferently. She cared little about what was going to happen to her. So much so, that there was no fear, nor worry. Only the all-consuming grief.
“Naru, denue ki, vishani (well then, look who we’ve got here).” A confident low-pitched voice muttered in Tarenago. Whoever that was, it was a man, and he spoke with the tone of a victor. His figure was hidden under the cloak of darkness. “Toka, ushig gutriba, orena tabura wor tanoute (today, your troops have killed my friend).” The unknown demon uttered, as his boots slapped through the sticky void. Whatever candles there were, these weren’t enough to lighten the room. But even if it was, the princess was less than interested in paying attention.
“Mera bekoto ma sunnare (my loved one died too).” The defeated warlady pronounced with little to no sympathy toward her captor. She couldn’t care less about what would happen to her either.
“Pale wor hishta (don’t you want to play a little game)?” The conqueror asked, as his voice steadily shifted behind the girl’s back. “Ta pora sanorata wor ateghabu (I’m gonna give you two choices). Aun: orena omurana shia nayuri; danue, tajivet daralu (one: become my toy; in that case, I’ll always cherish you).”
“Hm… Ta-du sanorata, nanue (and what’s the second choice)?” Norn wondered, uncaring for the man touching her shoulders. No concern about the upcoming disgrace as well.
“Tu: kataro, uzave shia nantagru (two: I’ll simply throw you to the mob). Ushi, masetta rivaro wor danthome tul (You’ve ruined countless lives, after all). Kanboroi, tanoutoroi zok, tasatta dana (There’re a lot of people, who’d want to rape and murder you).”
“Muna nantagri. Rintoporota (Go on, toss me away. I don’t want to live)…” The fallen princess decided without any wavering. If not for her battlemage, she would’ve already tossed herself into the crowd. It seemed like Keyaruga concluded it was Hawkeye, who saved her from that fate. No, it was Mathias. He even broke the recording orb, just to save his warlady. Now he was gone. Just like he…
“That’s enough, Keyaruga! You’re scaring her!” Until, Norn heard a familiar voice. So cruel, bitchy, insufferable…
No, it’s fucking impossible!
“Hah, come on, Freia, I was just having fun!” But it was. The supposed ‘demon’ stepped away from the girl. He then proceeded to dramatically snap his fingers, time after time, and each click kindled a candle on the walls. There were eight of them, and by the time each and every luminary was lit, Norn distinctly saw two figures, one of which she had already buried in her mind.
“Keya… ru…” At first, the girl was shocked. She had each and every reason to believe the man was dead, even her consequent lynching was acceptable outcome in that light. But there he was… standing before her devoid of his green cape, he was smirking, as if there was nothing special about him holding one princess on a chain, and having the other half-naked, in some ridiculous dog lingerie with a collar, holding her lyre.
The mask of desperation, so clearly visible on the girl’s face, had shattered, and even her disbelief was quick to follow. Afterwards…
“I’LL FUCKING KILL YOU MYSELF, YOU JACKASS!” Norn threw a tantrum, and a violent one at that. Her arms were suspended? she used the chain to swing backward, grabbed onto it, and swung with her legs forward. Alas… “DON’T YOU DARE DODGE, YOU SHITHEAD! COME CLOSER, SO I CAN BUST YOUR BALLSACK!!! I’LL SHOW YOU…” …even the strategist’s ingenuity was no match for the lad’s swiftness. He just stood two steps away from where she could reach him, with that typical evil grin of his. Seeing her rattling and kicking the air was genuinely fun. After all…
“I’m glad to see you better, Norn.” …her strident yells and swears indicated one thing – she still had vigor in her.
“Haa… Haa…” The princess’ couldn’t sway her legs too much. They clearly lacked physical strength for such a taxing activity. She was almost out of breath. Sweat ran down her young body. “I hate you, motherfucker, I…” The burst of rage, however vivid and flamboyant, had come to an end rather swiftly. “I thought I had lost you forever! The girl lamented, although this time it was a faint smile that illuminated the man’s soul.
“Look, I don’t die that easily. After all, I’m immortal.” The lad boasted, tapping his neck. “I can even show you, how it works. Look…”
“Sorry, Keyaruga, but I had quite enough of your self-harming.” Alas, right before the man could show, how quickly he could restore the entire limb, Freia just unceremoniously pushed him away and approached her sister. “Ehm… I…” Unfortunately for the princesses, the older one couldn’t find the right words. No matter what she’d say, it wouldn’t change the past. “Let’s get you unchained first.” The sorceress said, grabbing a key to a padlock that kept the girl bounded. She hid it in her bra, and the hero couldn’t help but sulk upon such a stunt, keeping his arms crossed. She stole it from him!
“Ugh… Finally! My arms were gonna fall off.” Norn muttered, waving her stiff limbs. “Why the hell would you even shackle me this way?” The girl asked, heading toward the bed nearby. That’s right, there was a bed. “Where’re my clothes? Where’s Organ? And where’re we?” For better or worse, she completely ignored Flare at that point.
“Hawkeye is dead, died as aimlessly, as he lived. And so did Norn. Her legless body was found by Ardian Mirt and his crew.” Keyaruga responded with a smirk. “Look, I had a headless body to spare, so I gave you the same treatment as… Flare, who, as you know, died in the fire.” The lad elaborated, pointing at her sister, who made a hesitant attempt to approach the younger sibling. “And now we’re in Blade’s cellar. She tried to make it into a torture room… What, it was a fun joke.”
“A joke…” At that point, though, Norn once again sulked. “How long are we gonna pretend everything is fine? I brought ruin to this city, I killed your family, and now you try your goddamn jokes, and with that bitch at your side, no less!” The second princess yelled, pointing her finger at her elder sister. “What, you think I’ve forgotten how cruelly you treated me? I remember every last single fucking bit mockery you threw my way, you two-faced slut! I know you, and what you did to Keyaru! How you, that blonde mutt Josephine, and that head-fucked, coal-ass Bullet would screw him over! ‘E-e-eh, let’s eat a pie!’ Pff, you murdered more demons, than I could ever count! And now you think I would accept you, just because Keyaru made you his cutie-huggy-waggy-fucky-sucky magic sex murderdoll, you arrogant little cunt?!” The girl fell into another fit of hysteria, desperately trying to push away her sibling. She was on the verge of crying, her jaw shivered, her body trembled. “What’re you two looking at? Throw me away, so that demons can maul me already, and enjoy your merry fucking victory without a!.. Agh…” Norn was not destined to go on with her bravado, as her lips were sealed by Flare. It was the sorceress’ kiss that stopped her rant. Slightly forceful, somehow rash, definitely rude, since the elder sister pushed her tongue right into the younger’s mouth. At first, Norn resisted, she struggled to break the magician’s hold on her back, but it was in vain. The contiguity of their lips was prolonged up until the pushback from the fallen warlady finally came to an end. When she saw a state of sorrowful apathy coming from Keyaruga’s standing figure.
“Haa… Hah… I’m sorry… I’m so sorry, Norn.” The Hero of Magic said right after the uncoupling. “I know you’re upset with me. You have each and every right to hate me, and I… I would like to have your forgiveness some day, but I don’t ask for it.” Flare uttered, still holding her sister in her firm embrace. “But I won’t leave you. Not again. Not… I made a deal, Norn. I swore my loyalty to Keyaruga, traded my life, to ensure your safety. And I… Haa… I know of your child. Your… aborted pregnancy…” The heroine revealed, evaluating her sibling’s reaction. She was silent, her grinding teeth, her rugged, almost animalistic growls, her tremble – all of that betrayed too much. She was just like the healer, remembering her former life in the erased timeline. Someone much closer to the man, than Freia could ever hope to become. “It’s alright, we… Nobody will hurt you now. We won’t abandon you, we will protect you.” The sorceress whispered, trying to stall her sister’s anxiety with the warmness of her body.
“I’m gonna give you some space, girls.” Keyaruga stated, making his way to the ladder. This crisis was to be solved by the sisters.
“I… Whatever… I don’t give a shit… anymore…” Norn muttered, as her stressed body slowly became more and more relaxed. She was so devastated, that without the fire of wrath, only emptiness remained. He told her, revealed their secret to the most hated person in the second princess’ entire life… Just like Flare told him about Norn’s true father. At that point, what did it matter?
…
It had been a long minute of utter silence. Norn finally discovered some comfort in her sister’s embrace. In that moment of serenity the strategist could finally gather her bearings, reevaluate her position, and assess what her sibling had been turned into. That woman had changed forever, so much so that she genuinely seemed like a completely different person. And what’s even worse, it had to be Norn’s silly emotional request that made the healer bother with her so much.
You did make the difference, my prince.
“You love him, don’t you?” Flare inquired with newfound cheerfulness.
“…” The younger princess remained silent, letting the blushing do all the talk. The heroine was overjoyed, she put on a wide enthusiastic smile… which soon turned into a sly grin. “Aah! What’re you doing?!” Which ultimately resulted in a more… direct approach. The sorceress grabbed Norn’s torso and began caressing her barely hidden breasts. Flare licked the girl’s areolas, nibbled on her nipples, and snuck her hand into her fancy panties. “Ugh… Ah!..” On the bright side, the fallen warlady didn’t resist, having accepted her new fate. On the dark one, though, she was too tense, too pressed upon by the weights of her failures. Freia knew that feeling, and she knew just the thing she needed.
…
When Keyaruga got back to the cellar, he carried a fine blue garb with leather straps, sewn into the fine fabric. He didn’t even have to walk the devastated streets of Buranikka for that; the attire was looted in a wardrobe right in that building. Before Blade made her lair there, the home belonged to a family with a girl, who seemed to be a peer to Norn’s physically. Carrying clothes for both sisters, he was ready to descend.
I wonder if they could have a talk. Damn, I’d much rather have a threesome with them and call it a day, though. Freia too. Otherwise, she wouldn’t dress up in… Woah!
On his way down, Keyaruga witnessed a true revelation. An image of indecent purity, an icon of true love between siblings.
“A-ah! AH! Sister!..” Norn’s sweet moans caressed the lad’s ears. Her panting was dictated by Flare, pushing her on the bed, eating her virgin vulva out with zealous passion, the sorceress almost wagged her artificial tail. “Keyaru, help! Get this dog off me!.. Ugh!..” The girl begged for rescue, once again unable to overpower her elder sister, as the latter tickled her bare pubis. “N-no! NO-O-O! A-A-A-A-AGH!!!” She came, ultimately, letting her love juices flow right into the magician’s mouth. This was but one thing she learn with Setsuna, after all.
“Well-well, you’ve been busy down here.” The man scoffed, feeling a fleshy obelisk rising right inside of his pants.
“Heh-heh! She’s ready for you, Keyaruga.” The Hero of Magic admonished, rising from the bed. She was fired up, horny down to the bones, and a steady stream of fluids down her hips left no questions about her arousal. Still though, the girl in dog lingerie backed down. “Be gentle, though.”
“Yeah, I remember.” The man replied, releasing his erect penis from an infuriatingly tight pair of trousers. That way, he climbed onto the bed, where Norn was waiting for him. Stripped of her panties, she was sprawled on her back, all red and sweaty, the girl breathed heavily. “I’m back, princess.”
“Haa… Haa… A-a?.. Oh…” Surely, after a mind-blowing orgasm, Norn had to take a second or two just to get her bearings, but when she did… “Ha-ha-ha, look at him! A hero of the day!” …it was the warlady from the future that’d never come again that greeted the man. She stood on her knees, and crawled to the lad. She was maiden only in body, after all. “Sit still, my boy.” The princess ordered, resting her hand against Keyaruga’s cheek, whereas her other palm and fingers began stroking his hot burly dick. In the end, Norn was a dominating figure, overprotective, craving for control over each and every of her partners. She was too traumatized by Mathias’ betrayal and that…
“Oh no, not this time.” …just simply would not do. The healer grabbed the girl’s shoulder and pushed her on the back. “You’re my trophy, not the other way around.” With that said, the hero pressed the princess’ arms to the bed, trying his best to hold his bodyweight on mere fingers, just to avoid hurting that precious spoil of war. He then proceeded to enter her with his manhood, a process much harder to pull off painlessly with a virgin.
“Egh, you’re so slow…” And… His efforts were in vain. The fallen general grabbed the red-eyed lad’s back with her legs, and pushed her pelvis in the direction of impalement. “Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!!!” As the penis broke her hymen, Norn burst into laughter. That way, when she got torn, the girl braced herself against the pain. “Move it already, coward! Blood makes for excellent grease!”
“Hm…” Keyaruga smirked; this was Norn right how he remembered her, a brash daredevil with complete and utter disregard for tenderness. Still, the man started slowly, inching his head toward the young lady’s face as he continued to move inside her.
“Ghh… Haa…” The warlady was tight, a conjunction of blood and vaginal fluids made for a smooth insertion. As the man moved, thick walls of soaking meat engulfed his penis. It was tight inside, a narrow tunnel of insides that felt welcoming enough, but at the same time, Norn threatened to drain him of everything. “You know… You’re too… too kind for what you do.” The girl noted, gathering the tempo of her own. Raising and lowering her hips was hard enough, but at least the muscle pain slightly relieved the torments of the first sex.
“Oh please, you just haven’t seen me when I’m mad.” Keyaruga replied, swiping the princess’ pink hair. But really, what if that wasn’t the case? What would he do? Break Norn’s limbs one by one, binding her in grotesque unnatural poses?
Damn, even imagining that makes me…
“A-ah! What… are you thinking ab- Agh! –ut?” The princess asked, feeling her lover’s manhood getting thicker, as he smirked. His tempo was rising, just as the feeling of expanding in Norn’s belly.
“I… imagined banging you, while you hung from the ceiling by your fragile limbs.” The lad slightly deceived his trophy, keeping a steady pace of rubbing all of her weak spots he could find. What a surprise it was to find out most of them were still underdeveloped. “Screaming my name, craving my cock.”
“Ugh, gross!..” Norn uttered, looking at her sister. Flare was standing nearby, shaking her hips, while her fingers kept teasing her vagina underneath that ridiculous pair of panties. For a moment, their emerald eyes met… and it was settled.
The sorceress decided to join; she dropped her bra on the floor and climbed on the bed, taking her place behind her man. As her boobs rubbed against his shirt, the horny girl extended her arm beyond his shoulder, and sneaked the sticky smelly hand underneath that shirt, just to play with the lad’s nipple.
“Take it slow, Keyaruga, don’t rush it.” Her sweet whispering made the man shudder. “Norn’s still a child… But after you’ve finished, you can ravage my hole as hard as you want.”
That single sentence was so seductive, that it took a ton of willpower for the healer to resist becoming erratic. The grin betrayed his excitement, and it didn’t get passed Norn.
“Get off my man, slut!” The warlady yelled, gathering all of her strength to push the lad on his back. “Kha-a-a!” And… she failed. Norn’s thin arms could never raise that mountain of meat and modified organs. Flare, though, was more successful in that endeavor. She made the man straighten his back, circled around him… “N-N-N-n-gh?!” …and plonked her ass right onto her sister’s face.
“I’m sorry; Norn, but you lack acceptance and generosity. Don’t worry, you’ll learn.” The caster muttered, rubbing her vagina against Norn’s nose. “It’s integral… if you want to come with us.” She elaborated, relieving Keyaruga off his shirt, she kissed him, licked his neck, played with his chest.
“G-GH-H!!!” All the while, Norn uselessly struggled. But, being a genius as she was…
“A-A-A-AH! Norn!..” …her fingers aimed right onto Flare’s vulva, teasing her erect clitoris. If it took orgies to fit in Keyaruga’s harem… so be it.
Buranikka stood firm. Being motivated by Princess Flare, the citizens of that miraculous city joined arms with them to drive out the invaders. The order of the Sacred Spear (or was it Lance) was crumbled, its soldiers ran away, just to find themselves unable to cross the gate. Most of them died, mauled by furious mobs. Some were luckier; they would be stripped of their armor and later sold at Kinacrith’s slave market.
“Congratulations, Keyaru. You really did use Flare as leverage against me.” In the meantime, Norn gazed out at the demise of her troops with eerie disregard. Her soldiers were overwhelmed, their horses and possessions were taken away, and even her prominent battlemage found his death on the edge of vampire knight’s dagger.
“Get away from the balcony, Norn.” Keyaruga demanded, slowly approaching the princess and her only remaining bodyguard. “Please, I don’t wanna see you die again.” The lad asked. His voice was low and tired, after seeing so much blood and deaths around the city; he was burdened by severe mental exhaustion, that sapped his strength and stamina. After all, even if his muscles were performing at their highest possible peak, the hunched figure betrayed the hero’s internal misery.
“What makes you say that, my prince? Do you really think, I want to go on after all of this? That I’m gonna fall into your arms, just because I said a bunch of bullshit about love that time?” Norn lamented, ultimately stepping back into the room, where bolts and arrows couldn’t hurt her. “Matto died. Drained by that bloodsucker… He never showed his fangs, until you did most of the job.” The girl uttered, walking toward the long table behind which she had spoken with Adrian before. This time though she was on the losing side. “Matto… Mathias was my first man. Or, rather, would be, at that point. I thought it’d work… Even with John being against us… Until he cheated on me.” Norn admitted, looking at her former partner. Her eyes were full of pain, stress, and disturbance.
“I see…” Keyaruga muttered. Her admonishment was meant to poke at his relationships with Freia, Setsuna, and Kureha. The warlady was a jealous type, after all.
“Before our bargain, I fucked with eight other men, mostly officers from my inner circle. It never… never worked out… Heh… What’s with the sour mug? Did you actually believe me?” And then, the princess scoffed at the man (although her grin was too labored to seem genuine), who was circling around the chair he was so uneager to take. Even if Organ Trist kept silent, his sheer presence was still a source of danger there. “Still, you did a good job on Flare. The last time I spoke to her, my sister was a mad racist. I’ve never seen anyone who’d be more hateful toward demons and demi-humans than she was.” The princess noted, carelessly slouching in the chair. “Guess, you really did make a difference…”
“Did he?” Finally, Hawkeye joined the conversation. He was mostly uninterested in the romantic relationship the two had, but a single mention of the first princess kindled his interest. “She has always been extremely capable at adapting to new circumstances. I would not be surprised to find out, that it is but an act to gain favor with her new patron.” Organ Trist mused, giving a scrutinizing look at his opponent. The Hero of Healing did give the Champion a run for his money, but at the same time, the demigod felt the thrill he thought he lost forever.
“Well, people can change, and they do it both ways. Tell me, son of Artemis, how can you berate Flare, when you witnessed her downfall with your own eyes and did nothing to help her?” The man judged the archer, tapping on the table with his indestructible gauntlet.
“I gave her plenty of support, both in a political and ‘practical’ sense. I did so to pay my respects to lady Reeharoze, but in the end, I found myself being just another pawn for that arrogant, sadistic slut!” Hawkeye declared, becoming ever more furious. A rare occasion indeed, seeing how calm and collected the professional was in and outside of his primary job. Still, the wave of rage had quickly subdued. “Did that please your curiosity, o Hero of Healing?”
“Not really. I don’t think you know who staged Reeharoze’s murder.” Keyaruga responded phlegmatically. On that, the archer had nothing to answer with. Organ Trist returned to his still, almost dormant state, closing his eyes.
“Now that you two barked on each other, what comes next?” Norn asked her prince.
“Your sacred spear regiment is no more, so…”
“It’s Holy Lance Order, you moron!” The princess snarled, slamming her fist so hard on the table, she broke a few bones in her hand. Then, the girl held her injured arm. It was trembling, her teeth were clattering, but Norn did nothing to stop the pain. As a perfectionist, the warlady couldn’t stand mistakes. And her own failures rapidly deteriorated her mind. “I’m… I’m kinda sick of all this shit, so let’s finish it. Organ, get the fuck out of here!” The princess all but ordered her assassin that kept Keyaruga from rushing to the princess. He would heal her, let her forget…
“No.” But the Champion refused. He took out his bow and pointed an arrowhead toward the hero.
“Does it really have to end this way?” And Keyaruga had no choice but to unsheathe his saber in response. “Arrows don’t work, Organ. You saved Norn, so I’ll let you go. Your wife and daughter need you to live.”
“I appreciate your concern, Keyaru, but I want this fight!” The ginger-haired gentleman stated, letting the projectile hit… his opponent’s blade.
“I’m sorry it has to end this way.” The healer said, taking three steps to the right, just as his willing enemy moved to the left.
“No, Keyaru. You are not.”
And so, they clashed.
Keyaruga lunged forward, one, two, three arrows he blocked, one he evaded. Organ got slower, and Keyaruga memorized his patterns. Hawkeye made a step back, but the healer already reached for his face with his left arm.
The archer knew what to expect. Instead of letting the man use his fatal touch, he grabbed his bow by the end, and smacked the lad with every bit of strength he could muster. The wood shattered into multiple pieces, its magic evaporated, but the hero now had a bleeding wound on his head. Before it healed, Hawkeye pointed his firearm right at the man’s eye and pulled a string to activate the trigger.
The barrel exploded, a metal ball pushed by the black gunpowder flew right into the hero. It grazed his skull, ripped off a large chunk of skin and hair, but Keyaruga survived. He gnashed his teeth and used the momentum to retaliate with an upward slash. Although the strike never reached its goal, it gave the man just enough space to dodge the next attack with a back walkover.
Organ Trist grabbed his kurzschwert and unleashed an exceptionally measured flow of numerous thrusts. He wasn’t strong as Bloodbringer, nor as fast as Kureha, but he seemed twice as experienced as those two combined. Most of his moves were feigns, a majority of strikes – decoys. The old man fought at the limit of his abilities, overwhelming Keyaruga. One, two, three thrusts, parry, evade, two daggers to the face – the lad had crouched, the knives went right above him, but then, the healer was kicked in the chin. Hawkeye’s leg dislocated his jaw, but what’s worse – a small poisoned blade, hidden inside the Champion’s boot, went inside the tongue from below. The tool broke, and the hidden knife was left inside Keyaruga’s mouth to bleed and blight him.
“Haa… Haa… You… Stupid, silly, fucking, moronic… IDIOTS!!!” Norn yelled, unable to watch the two men battering each other to death. “STOP IT ALREADY-Y-Y!!!”
“Do not be alarmed, Your Highness. It is almost over.” The assassin spoke, raising his sword above Keyaruga’s lowered neck. “This poison kills even the toughest beasts. Your gauntlet is amazing, but its gifts are limited.” Organ spoke with maniacal pride over his job. He smirked, seeing the lifeless husk of his menacing foe lying in the pile of his own blood. One strike would finish him for good. “HA-A-A-A!..” There, grieved for by the weeping princess, the hero would die.
A swing… had halted. Keyaruga backhanded Hawkeye’s sword, reached for his arm, and then, a purple spark predetermined another bit of bloodshed.
“A-A-AH!!! Tch!..” The killer yelled, as his right hand exploded in the chunks of meat and bone. The healer barely touched him with Georgius, and the Champion lost all of his fingers, he had to retreat to crack one his fake teeth. He chugged mending mixture, and the stump stopped bleeding. A bit of rudimentary healing magic, and the wounds scabbed over. “Alright… I have… underestimated you. At least, we both lost our blades.”
“Agh!..” Keyaruga spit the poisoned blade out of his mouth, letting the divine armament restore his flesh. “Well, I can still wield my saber. Sorry for that, old man. My ‘mommy’ made me impervious to poisons.” The hero sneered, referencing Panakea. “Will you yield now?”
“He-heh-heh! No-o-o!” Hawkeye said, revealing two hidden blades under his sleeves. Those were crude weapons, fixed on the forearms. Effective, yet their reach was significantly shorter and thus beneficial to Keyaruga. At the same time, though, Organ Trist raised his head, and it began madly convulsing. He rolled his eyes, and when the two men’s gazes met again, the red-haired lad witnessed so called ‘eyes on the inside’. The left eyeball harbored nine pupils, the right one – eight. They were grotesque, atrocious, revolting irises, much more suitable to an insect, than a human. “I crave battle!”
“Fucking fanatic…” The man swore, bracing for another attack. He lost his chance; using Georgius’ range was new to him, so the healer only took Hawkeye’s single hand.
Keyaruga reached under his cape and sent an entire barrage of throwing knives of his own. The assassin had to parry, block, backhand, and dodge them. The hero had ten daggers, and he used them all. He even began casting spells, made a fireball in his fist, but the Champion sent a blade with his left hand, extinguishing the conjured fire.
“I am impressed by your gentleman’s arsenal, yet you should not risk the lady’s life with filthy magic.” Hawkeye admonished, loudly panting. His body was at its limit, but the demigod still refused to give up.
The assassin did a backstep, grabbed a blowgun from his coat, and shot with the sheer power of his lungs. Multiple darts went for the young man, but a single second was enough for Keyaruga to cover himself with his green cape. Spike after spike, deadly darts were stalled by the thick fabric. But at the same time, Organ Trist made his way toward the lad. Even with his sight obscured, he could feel the man with Kureha’s ultra-perception. The hero extended his left arm… and it was severed entirely at the elbow. He evaded with a backflip, but Hawkeye grabbed him by the cape and slammed into the ground. Keyaruga’s arm regenerated, he once again reached for his foe, but this time, he cut it off at the shoulder. The healer rolled back, he stood on his feet, just in time to meet another lunge.
Organ’s blades were enchanted, they could slice through muscles and bones, no matter how high your defense he could chop you to pieces. Alas, the young man had no enchanted plates to counter that advantage.
“Tch!” Keyaruga slammed his right arm into his chest; the green hue enveloped his entire body, implementing the wildest body modification he had ever made. Just in time to meet Hawkeye’s onslaught with his outstretched, left arm. Hawkeye ducked underneath it, crushed the hero’s right knee, and then he slashed right through the lad’s neck with the blade, installed on his left hand. In a mere second…
Keyaruga’s head rolled off his decapitated body.
“Haa… No… NO!.. KEYARU!!! DON’T LEAVE ME LIKE THAT! A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A!!! NO-O-O-O-O-O-O-O!!! UA-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A!!!” Norn’s sobbing turned into loud wailing. She yelled, wept, snarled… until the mental pressure became so tremendous, the girl simply passed out, crumbling onto the floor.
“Ha-ha-ha-ha-hah…” Hawkeye remained deaf to the warlady’s hysteria. He didn’t see it as well. His brilliant amber eyes, they all were sombered. He put everything into that fight, and the victory cost the Champion his hand, his sight, and most probably, he wouldn’t leave Buranikka alive. “But I… won… Kha-kha-kha-a!” The demigod began coughing blood. His legs betrayed him, and the honorable archer fell. It was then, when he felt as if something sinister was crawling in his chest. “Ha-a… In the end… you killed me, Keyaru! You… Kha… you… It… was fun… Kha-a… a-a…” Ultimately, the Hero of Healing’s affliction took its dreadful course. Hawkeye’s heart ruptured, ending his life for good. It was a pyrrhic victory, but a victory nonetheless.
…
Strings. Whoever pulled on the lyre, they made wonders with their fingers. A warm, kind melody was the first thing Norn heard after her awakening. Or, rather, it was the gentle tune that woke her up from the dreamless cold slumber.
“A-agh… M… mom?..” This exact motif belonged to Reeharoze, so no wonder it infatuated the princess so much, she didn’t even notice, what sort of predicament she was in. “No… She’s dead, she’s dead, she’s… dead…” The girl lamented, clattering the chain, leading to the ceiling. She was bound and captured, the Hero of Healing was dead, and nobody would come and save her. “Haa… This is what I deserve… This is… right… Keyaru, I’m sorry…” Tears overflowed her emerald eyes. This was the end for the warlady. Her army was crushed, her beloved was murdered on her own eyes, and now she found herself in some dark cellar, likely as a spoil of war for some high-ranking demon. “I… I don’t give a fuck anymore…” The princess surrendered. She didn’t rattle the cuffs, didn’t try to cover her naked breast, nothing.
When Norn heard footsteps, she barely even reacted. Someone descended down the stairs, two people, completely relaxed… and silent.
“Hoi… Egh… Fethra… Emab, muna mi wor… sunni (Hey… No… Please, kill me already).” Norn spoke indifferently. She cared little about what was going to happen to her. So much so, that there was no fear, nor worry. Only the all-consuming grief.
“Naru, denue ki, vishani (well then, look who we’ve got here).” A confident low-pitched voice muttered in Tarenago. Whoever that was, it was a man, and he spoke with the tone of a victor. His figure was hidden under the cloak of darkness. “Toka, ushig gutriba, orena tabura wor tanoute (today, your troops have killed my friend).” The unknown demon uttered, as his boots slapped through the sticky void. Whatever candles there were, these weren’t enough to lighten the room. But even if it was, the princess was less than interested in paying attention.
“Mera bekoto ma sunnare (my loved one died too).” The defeated warlady pronounced with little to no sympathy toward her captor. She couldn’t care less about what would happen to her either.
“Pale wor hishta (don’t you want to play a little game)?” The conqueror asked, as his voice steadily shifted behind the girl’s back. “Ta pora sanorata wor ateghabu (I’m gonna give you two choices). Aun: orena omurana shia nayuri; danue, tajivet daralu (one: become my toy; in that case, I’ll always cherish you).”
“Hm… Ta-du sanorata, nanue (and what’s the second choice)?” Norn wondered, uncaring for the man touching her shoulders. No concern about the upcoming disgrace as well.
“Tu: kataro, uzave shia nantagru (two: I’ll simply throw you to the mob). Ushi, masetta rivaro wor danthome tul (You’ve ruined countless lives, after all). Kanboroi, tanoutoroi zok, tasatta dana (There’re a lot of people, who’d want to rape and murder you).”
“Muna nantagri. Rintoporota (Go on, toss me away. I don’t want to live)…” The fallen princess decided without any wavering. If not for her battlemage, she would’ve already tossed herself into the crowd. It seemed like Keyaruga concluded it was Hawkeye, who saved her from that fate. No, it was Mathias. He even broke the recording orb, just to save his warlady. Now he was gone. Just like he…
“That’s enough, Keyaruga! You’re scaring her!” Until, Norn heard a familiar voice. So cruel, bitchy, insufferable…
No, it’s fucking impossible!
“Hah, come on, Freia, I was just having fun!” But it was. The supposed ‘demon’ stepped away from the girl. He then proceeded to dramatically snap his fingers, time after time, and each click kindled a candle on the walls. There were eight of them, and by the time each and every luminary was lit, Norn distinctly saw two figures, one of which she had already buried in her mind.
“Keya… ru…” At first, the girl was shocked. She had each and every reason to believe the man was dead, even her consequent lynching was acceptable outcome in that light. But there he was… standing before her devoid of his green cape, he was smirking, as if there was nothing special about him holding one princess on a chain, and having the other half-naked, in some ridiculous dog lingerie with a collar, holding her lyre.
The mask of desperation, so clearly visible on the girl’s face, had shattered, and even her disbelief was quick to follow. Afterwards…
“I’LL FUCKING KILL YOU MYSELF, YOU JACKASS!” Norn threw a tantrum, and a violent one at that. Her arms were suspended? she used the chain to swing backward, grabbed onto it, and swung with her legs forward. Alas… “DON’T YOU DARE DODGE, YOU SHITHEAD! COME CLOSER, SO I CAN BUST YOUR BALLSACK!!! I’LL SHOW YOU…” …even the strategist’s ingenuity was no match for the lad’s swiftness. He just stood two steps away from where she could reach him, with that typical evil grin of his. Seeing her rattling and kicking the air was genuinely fun. After all…
“I’m glad to see you better, Norn.” …her strident yells and swears indicated one thing – she still had vigor in her.
“Haa… Haa…” The princess’ couldn’t sway her legs too much. They clearly lacked physical strength for such a taxing activity. She was almost out of breath. Sweat ran down her young body. “I hate you, motherfucker, I…” The burst of rage, however vivid and flamboyant, had come to an end rather swiftly. “I thought I had lost you forever! The girl lamented, although this time it was a faint smile that illuminated the man’s soul.
“Look, I don’t die that easily. After all, I’m immortal.” The lad boasted, tapping his neck. “I can even show you, how it works. Look…”
“Sorry, Keyaruga, but I had quite enough of your self-harming.” Alas, right before the man could show, how quickly he could restore the entire limb, Freia just unceremoniously pushed him away and approached her sister. “Ehm… I…” Unfortunately for the princesses, the older one couldn’t find the right words. No matter what she’d say, it wouldn’t change the past. “Let’s get you unchained first.” The sorceress said, grabbing a key to a padlock that kept the girl bounded. She hid it in her bra, and the hero couldn’t help but sulk upon such a stunt, keeping his arms crossed. She stole it from him!
“Ugh… Finally! My arms were gonna fall off.” Norn muttered, waving her stiff limbs. “Why the hell would you even shackle me this way?” The girl asked, heading toward the bed nearby. That’s right, there was a bed. “Where’re my clothes? Where’s Organ? And where’re we?” For better or worse, she completely ignored Flare at that point.
“Hawkeye is dead, died as aimlessly, as he lived. And so did Norn. Her legless body was found by Ardian Mirt and his crew.” Keyaruga responded with a smirk. “Look, I had a headless body to spare, so I gave you the same treatment as… Flare, who, as you know, died in the fire.” The lad elaborated, pointing at her sister, who made a hesitant attempt to approach the younger sibling. “And now we’re in Blade’s cellar. She tried to make it into a torture room… What, it was a fun joke.”
“A joke…” At that point, though, Norn once again sulked. “How long are we gonna pretend everything is fine? I brought ruin to this city, I killed your family, and now you try your goddamn jokes, and with that bitch at your side, no less!” The second princess yelled, pointing her finger at her elder sister. “What, you think I’ve forgotten how cruelly you treated me? I remember every last single fucking bit mockery you threw my way, you two-faced slut! I know you, and what you did to Keyaru! How you, that blonde mutt Josephine, and that head-fucked, coal-ass Bullet would screw him over! ‘E-e-eh, let’s eat a pie!’ Pff, you murdered more demons, than I could ever count! And now you think I would accept you, just because Keyaru made you his cutie-huggy-waggy-fucky-sucky magic sex murderdoll, you arrogant little cunt?!” The girl fell into another fit of hysteria, desperately trying to push away her sibling. She was on the verge of crying, her jaw shivered, her body trembled. “What’re you two looking at? Throw me away, so that demons can maul me already, and enjoy your merry fucking victory without a!.. Agh…” Norn was not destined to go on with her bravado, as her lips were sealed by Flare. It was the sorceress’ kiss that stopped her rant. Slightly forceful, somehow rash, definitely rude, since the elder sister pushed her tongue right into the younger’s mouth. At first, Norn resisted, she struggled to break the magician’s hold on her back, but it was in vain. The contiguity of their lips was prolonged up until the pushback from the fallen warlady finally came to an end. When she saw a state of sorrowful apathy coming from Keyaruga’s standing figure.
“Haa… Hah… I’m sorry… I’m so sorry, Norn.” The Hero of Magic said right after the uncoupling. “I know you’re upset with me. You have each and every right to hate me, and I… I would like to have your forgiveness some day, but I don’t ask for it.” Flare uttered, still holding her sister in her firm embrace. “But I won’t leave you. Not again. Not… I made a deal, Norn. I swore my loyalty to Keyaruga, traded my life, to ensure your safety. And I… Haa… I know of your child. Your… aborted pregnancy…” The heroine revealed, evaluating her sibling’s reaction. She was silent, her grinding teeth, her rugged, almost animalistic growls, her tremble – all of that betrayed too much. She was just like the healer, remembering her former life in the erased timeline. Someone much closer to the man, than Freia could ever hope to become. “It’s alright, we… Nobody will hurt you now. We won’t abandon you, we will protect you.” The sorceress whispered, trying to stall her sister’s anxiety with the warmness of her body.
“I’m gonna give you some space, girls.” Keyaruga stated, making his way to the ladder. This crisis was to be solved by the sisters.
“I… Whatever… I don’t give a shit… anymore…” Norn muttered, as her stressed body slowly became more and more relaxed. She was so devastated, that without the fire of wrath, only emptiness remained. He told her, revealed their secret to the most hated person in the second princess’ entire life… Just like Flare told him about Norn’s true father. At that point, what did it matter?
…
It had been a long minute of utter silence. Norn finally discovered some comfort in her sister’s embrace. In that moment of serenity the strategist could finally gather her bearings, reevaluate her position, and assess what her sibling had been turned into. That woman had changed forever, so much so that she genuinely seemed like a completely different person. And what’s even worse, it had to be Norn’s silly emotional request that made the healer bother with her so much.
You did make the difference, my prince.
“You love him, don’t you?” Flare inquired with newfound cheerfulness.
“…” The younger princess remained silent, letting the blushing do all the talk. The heroine was overjoyed, she put on a wide enthusiastic smile… which soon turned into a sly grin. “Aah! What’re you doing?!” Which ultimately resulted in a more… direct approach. The sorceress grabbed Norn’s torso and began caressing her barely hidden breasts. Flare licked the girl’s areolas, nibbled on her nipples, and snuck her hand into her fancy panties. “Ugh… Ah!..” On the bright side, the fallen warlady didn’t resist, having accepted her new fate. On the dark one, though, she was too tense, too pressed upon by the weights of her failures. Freia knew that feeling, and she knew just the thing she needed.
…
When Keyaruga got back to the cellar, he carried a fine blue garb with leather straps, sewn into the fine fabric. He didn’t even have to walk the devastated streets of Buranikka for that; the attire was looted in a wardrobe right in that building. Before Blade made her lair there, the home belonged to a family with a girl, who seemed to be a peer to Norn’s physically. Carrying clothes for both sisters, he was ready to descend.
I wonder if they could have a talk. Damn, I’d much rather have a threesome with them and call it a day, though. Freia too. Otherwise, she wouldn’t dress up in… Woah!
On his way down, Keyaruga witnessed a true revelation. An image of indecent purity, an icon of true love between siblings.
“A-ah! AH! Sister!..” Norn’s sweet moans caressed the lad’s ears. Her panting was dictated by Flare, pushing her on the bed, eating her virgin vulva out with zealous passion, the sorceress almost wagged her artificial tail. “Keyaru, help! Get this dog off me!.. Ugh!..” The girl begged for rescue, once again unable to overpower her elder sister, as the latter tickled her bare pubis. “N-no! NO-O-O! A-A-A-A-AGH!!!” She came, ultimately, letting her love juices flow right into the magician’s mouth. This was but one thing she learn with Setsuna, after all.
“Well-well, you’ve been busy down here.” The man scoffed, feeling a fleshy obelisk rising right inside of his pants.
“Heh-heh! She’s ready for you, Keyaruga.” The Hero of Magic admonished, rising from the bed. She was fired up, horny down to the bones, and a steady stream of fluids down her hips left no questions about her arousal. Still though, the girl in dog lingerie backed down. “Be gentle, though.”
“Yeah, I remember.” The man replied, releasing his erect penis from an infuriatingly tight pair of trousers. That way, he climbed onto the bed, where Norn was waiting for him. Stripped of her panties, she was sprawled on her back, all red and sweaty, the girl breathed heavily. “I’m back, princess.”
“Haa… Haa… A-a?.. Oh…” Surely, after a mind-blowing orgasm, Norn had to take a second or two just to get her bearings, but when she did… “Ha-ha-ha, look at him! A hero of the day!” …it was the warlady from the future that’d never come again that greeted the man. She stood on her knees, and crawled to the lad. She was maiden only in body, after all. “Sit still, my boy.” The princess ordered, resting her hand against Keyaruga’s cheek, whereas her other palm and fingers began stroking his hot burly dick. In the end, Norn was a dominating figure, overprotective, craving for control over each and every of her partners. She was too traumatized by Mathias’ betrayal and that…
“Oh no, not this time.” …just simply would not do. The healer grabbed the girl’s shoulder and pushed her on the back. “You’re my trophy, not the other way around.” With that said, the hero pressed the princess’ arms to the bed, trying his best to hold his bodyweight on mere fingers, just to avoid hurting that precious spoil of war. He then proceeded to enter her with his manhood, a process much harder to pull off painlessly with a virgin.
“Egh, you’re so slow…” And… His efforts were in vain. The fallen general grabbed the red-eyed lad’s back with her legs, and pushed her pelvis in the direction of impalement. “Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!!!” As the penis broke her hymen, Norn burst into laughter. That way, when she got torn, the girl braced herself against the pain. “Move it already, coward! Blood makes for excellent grease!”
“Hm…” Keyaruga smirked; this was Norn right how he remembered her, a brash daredevil with complete and utter disregard for tenderness. Still, the man started slowly, inching his head toward the young lady’s face as he continued to move inside her.
“Ghh… Haa…” The warlady was tight, a conjunction of blood and vaginal fluids made for a smooth insertion. As the man moved, thick walls of soaking meat engulfed his penis. It was tight inside, a narrow tunnel of insides that felt welcoming enough, but at the same time, Norn threatened to drain him of everything. “You know… You’re too… too kind for what you do.” The girl noted, gathering the tempo of her own. Raising and lowering her hips was hard enough, but at least the muscle pain slightly relieved the torments of the first sex.
“Oh please, you just haven’t seen me when I’m mad.” Keyaruga replied, swiping the princess’ pink hair. But really, what if that wasn’t the case? What would he do? Break Norn’s limbs one by one, binding her in grotesque unnatural poses?
Damn, even imagining that makes me…
“A-ah! What… are you thinking ab- Agh! –ut?” The princess asked, feeling her lover’s manhood getting thicker, as he smirked. His tempo was rising, just as the feeling of expanding in Norn’s belly.
“I… imagined banging you, while you hung from the ceiling by your fragile limbs.” The lad slightly deceived his trophy, keeping a steady pace of rubbing all of her weak spots he could find. What a surprise it was to find out most of them were still underdeveloped. “Screaming my name, craving my cock.”
“Ugh, gross!..” Norn uttered, looking at her sister. Flare was standing nearby, shaking her hips, while her fingers kept teasing her vagina underneath that ridiculous pair of panties. For a moment, their emerald eyes met… and it was settled.
The sorceress decided to join; she dropped her bra on the floor and climbed on the bed, taking her place behind her man. As her boobs rubbed against his shirt, the horny girl extended her arm beyond his shoulder, and sneaked the sticky smelly hand underneath that shirt, just to play with the lad’s nipple.
“Take it slow, Keyaruga, don’t rush it.” Her sweet whispering made the man shudder. “Norn’s still a child… But after you’ve finished, you can ravage my hole as hard as you want.”
That single sentence was so seductive, that it took a ton of willpower for the healer to resist becoming erratic. The grin betrayed his excitement, and it didn’t get passed Norn.
“Get off my man, slut!” The warlady yelled, gathering all of her strength to push the lad on his back. “Kha-a-a!” And… she failed. Norn’s thin arms could never raise that mountain of meat and modified organs. Flare, though, was more successful in that endeavor. She made the man straighten his back, circled around him… “N-N-N-n-gh?!” …and plonked her ass right onto her sister’s face.
“I’m sorry; Norn, but you lack acceptance and generosity. Don’t worry, you’ll learn.” The caster muttered, rubbing her vagina against Norn’s nose. “It’s integral… if you want to come with us.” She elaborated, relieving Keyaruga off his shirt, she kissed him, licked his neck, played with his chest.
“G-GH-H!!!” All the while, Norn uselessly struggled. But, being a genius as she was…
“A-A-A-AH! Norn!..” …her fingers aimed right onto Flare’s vulva, teasing her erect clitoris. If it took orgies to fit in Keyaruga’s harem… so be it.
