That's The Deal, My Dear

Author's Notes: written for my friend, kuro :)

admittedly not as familiar with awakening as i should be. sorry if this porn fic is too porny ooc even for most people haah.

With gnashed teeth, Lon’qu thrashed in his bonds. His teeth sank into the gag stuffed into his mouth. Saliva pooled inside of it and seeped into the tightly bound rope wrapped around his skull. The rough texture of the hemp captured between his lips only agitated him further. At first, panic pulsed through his system as he awoke in bondage, but the sight of two women standing above him only filled him with frustration.

Rage.

“He... he looks upset,” Sumia muttered. “Maybe we should... call it off...?”

Tharja scoffed. Her hands threw themselves in the air as she shot the bound man a sneer as he glared at her. The daggers in his gaze did little to deter her. She was on a mission, and it involved him. Oh, how she wished it were her beloved Robin instead... With a sigh, she toed towards Lon’qu and snapped her fingers. Fire licked at his skin as it burned his clothes and turned them into ash. Soon, he was completely bare, save for the hemp ropes around his wrists, chest, and skull. She smiled. “It doesn’t matter. Don’t you want to be with child as well, Sumia?”

“Y-yes but...”

“Was it not you that tied up Lon’qu yourself?”

“I...” she stammered. Guilt and shame licked at her insides. She couldn’t believe that she was doing this. She should have just accepted Chrom’s marriage to Robin and moved on. Like a normal person would. However, the talks of the two getting pregnant were too much! She longed for a child of her own, and Tharja promised her a way.

Was it worth it, though?

“Y-yes, but.. it’s—”

“Then silence.”

Lon’qu furrowed his brow. He spat out venom, but his words were garbled by the rope in his mouth. Tharja’s foot grazed his soft cock, which sprang to life within seconds. He gaped at the sight. White-hot sensation burned inside his gut and spread to the rest of his body. What was going on?!

“That potion I made seems to be working well,” the witch purred. “Let’s get started.”

A hole was torn in her body suit as her over-skirt was thrown aside. She knocked Lon’qu’s knees apart before stroking his oversized cock with her foot again. Precum oozed from his throbbing cock and ran down his veiny shaft in steady streams. His cock jumped at the contact as he all but snarled behind his gag. “My, my... I was right to choose you for this. So lively.”

Her foot shoved Lon’qu onto his back before she lowered herself onto his meaty prick. A hiss escaped the mage as his drooling tip slid along her slit. She had taken a similar potion earlier, and it appeared to be working well. Her cunt, incredibly slick and hot, was more than ready for him. Hopefully, this would be a one-and-done deal. The potion was to aid with pregnancy and was a real pain to brew for one person, let alone two.

Pleasure burned through their bodies. Lon’qu thrashed wildly under the mage, desperate to get away despite how loudly his body screamed for sweet release. No, absolutely not. He wouldn’t do this. He couldn’t do this. Tears stung his eyes as he muttered one name.

“Cherche.”

Tharja chuckled darkly, then slammed her hips down onto his cock. A loud, drawn-out moan escaped her. Every inch of the myrmidon’s cock was sheathed inside of her. Shudders wracked her body. He throbbed heavily against her bare walls. Quickly, she bounced on Lon’qu’s raw cock. This wasn’t about pleasure, it was about getting his seed. Still, what a perfect bonus to this little twisted plan of hers. The sound of skin smacking against skin echoed in the storehouse. Lon’qu’s muffled cries and snarls threatened to seep out into the fields surrounding the tiny building, but went ignored. His back arched against the dirt floor. His body howled in delight as his mind and heart screamed for forgiveness.

More.

More.

More!

His balls tightened. His hips snapped forward, burying himself impossibly deep inside of Tharja’s sopping wet heat. The tip of his drooling cock ground against her overly fertile womb, as if he was threatening the possibility of penetrating that. The sound of skin against skin grew closer and tighter together. All you could hear was the sound of flesh drowning out Lon’qu’s animalistic noises and Tharja’s laughter.

“Go on then. Make me a mother. Do it. Do it now!”

His teeth gritted against the hemp in his mouth. The rough fibers split under bone as he gnashed his teeth, his jaw threatening to break from the pressure. His thrusts grew wilder as he chased that unwilling pleasure. Then, it all came to an end.

An impossibly thick and large load flooded Tharja’s womb. It overflowed from the tight gaps between his cock and her wet cunt before pooling underneath her. Her face nearly split into two from the maniacal grin she now wore. Shakily, she rose herself off of his cock, still throbbing and greedy for more, before looking over to her partner in crime.

“Your turn.”

Sumia swallowed as she stepped forward, stripped of her armor and her core throbbing with need. Shyly, she laid down beside him on the dirty ground, whispering apologies to him as if she didn’t have a hand in this, as Tharja rolled the man on top of her. Sumia’s legs spread nice and wide for Lon’qu as he was forced on top of her. Both women’s hands reached for his shaft and lined it up with Sumia’s quivering cunt.

No. Absolutely not. Not again—

Tharja clicked her tongue before shoving his hips forward. A loud laugh split through the tense air as he was forced to fuck the pegasus knight under him. Sumia shrieked in surprise as her virginal cunt was split into two! Her hymen tore apart as his impossibly thick prick buried itself as deeply as it could go. Bloody arousal trickled from Sumia’s dripping sex as she threw her legs around his waist and kept him from pulling out.

She was tight. Incredibly so.

Lon’qu didn’t even need to move. The force of her walls squeezing around his cock was enough to slowly push him out before he was forced to slam forward again. Sumia mewled under him as that initial painful discomfort melted into overwhelming pleasure. She writhed under him, whispering sweet praises between shaky, brittle moans that threatened to shatter into millions of pieces if she sang just a little louder.

A sweet, impossibly tight wet cunt around his cock, the praises, the strange aphrodisiac pumping through his system that made every stroke feel like an upcoming orgasm...

It was too much.

Once again, Lon’qu came. Semen rushed into Sumia’s fertile cunt and flooded her insides. Healthy pink was painted a thick, off-white that spilled out onto the dirt under them.

Cooing, the two women pushed and peeled Lon’qu off of a panting Sumia, who smiled serenely at him. As he sat on his heels, his back arched as he tried to escape from his rope bondage again, Sumia leaned up to kiss him on the corner of his gagged mouth. “Thank you, Lon’qu. I know... this was hard for you.”

He would have spat at her if he could.

Giggling, Tharja helped the other woman onto her feet. The two redressed before leaving a tied-up Lon’qu alone and still bound in that storehouse. He didn’t know how long it had been before the door opened once again. All he could think about was how betrayed and disgusted and utterly aroused he still was. His cock throbbed heavily in the air as heat pooled in his core.

He ached for more.

That damned drugged tea he stupidly accepted from Tharja. He was going to get her back. He was going to get the two of those bitches back for this.

Huffing and snarling to himself, he was so lost in his thoughts of revenge that he didn’t notice Cherche rushing towards him.

“Naga! Lon’qu!” she cried as she dropped to her knees in front of him. Clumsily, she rushed to undo his bonds. “Who did this to you? Are you alright? Oh, Naga—”

Her words were cut off by Lon’qu launching himself at her. The sight of the one woman who taught him how to love and trust women again was enough to set him off. His lips crashed against hers. Teeth clacked noisily and painfully together as he threw her to the ground.

Their first kiss.

“Lon’qu?!”

Panting, he stole her lips once more before tearing off the short dress and panties underneath. Her armor clattered noisily against the wall and dirt floor as he slammed himself into her unwilling cunt.

He’d get them back for this. He swore.