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They say there is nowhere to go but up once you’ve hit rock bottom. For Zola, it appears the gods threw a shovel onto his head. In a day, he had lost his flawless grip over the Kingdom of Izumo, was disowned by the royal family of his native Kingdom and was now a prisoner of the rival Kingdom in this war. Truly, he was the most pitiable creature on the entire continent. 

As of now, Zola was holed up in some dingy room on a large ferry headed for Cyrkensia. Even if he wasn’t wrapped up in chains or rope, he was still, effectively, a prisoner. Hostage would have been too good of a word to use since it wasn’t like the Hoshidan army could use him as some kind of meaningful bargaining chip. The fact that he wasn’t dead right now had to be some kind of dumb luck. Dumb or not, luck would only carry him so far. To keep himself alive, Zola had been plotting something to keep him in the good grace of the Hoshidans. At least until he could finagle his way back into King Garon’s favor. 

The only lifeline Zola had at this point was Princess Corrin’s good faith in him. According to her, he was harmless and trustworthy enough because he didn’t immediately bolt at the first sign of danger… and that was only because he didn’t have a chance. Whatever the case, the second princess of Hoshido did trust him, misplaced as it may have been. He needed to find a way to further that trust. Or, more feasibly, exploit it. 

The shady sorcerer snickered to himself as he was preparing an on-the-fly spell that he hoped would be the key to thriving in this new, hostile environment. 

“Fools. They made a big mistake leaving me here without bounding my hands, heh heh!” 

Again, he chalked that up to dumb luck. His hex, once complete, was intended to make the victim see its caster as their master. Someone worthy of their protection while also preserving their personality. In this way, it would seem as if the victim was acting of their own volition with reasoning that made sense to them, making the ruse far more convincing than simply mind-jacking the subject. A little bit of mental suggestion could go a long way. The intended target? The prodigal daughter, of course! 

Corrin was the only person who was trying to make a genuine effort at giving him another chance. If she was particularly determined to see the dark mage safe, all thanks to the spell, if it worked, then it wouldn’t be seen as odd from her peers. Perhaps, with time and if he were still lucky enough to survive for longer than a week, he could expand the amount of people under his thrall and secure himself all the more. 

Ah, but first, he had to be sure this spell even functioned. He was going purely off of memory and magic was a volatile craft. If even the slightest thing went wrong while channeling magic like this, he’d find himself in hotter water than he already was in now. 

Only a few more minutes of incantations and tweaking of the hex later, Zola was satisfied with what he hoped would be just the thing he needed. Now, all he needed was an excuse to speak with Corrin to really get this show on the road. 

Even though he wasn’t imprisoned, strictly speaking, Zola was still under heavy guard. Hinoka was stationed right by the door to the mostly empty cabin he was in. If he so much as touched the door knob, Hinoka would burst through the door and gut him like a fish. It was fine, though. All he had to do was wait. The army had been out to sea for about two days now and Zola was keen on Corrin’s regular visitations to make sure he didn’t starve to death. Any minute now, she would knock on that door with a meal in hand. 

As if on cue, three knocks validated the dark mage’s calculated guess. 

* Knock-Knock-Knock*

The door opened to reveal Corrin carrying a small box of what could be safely assumed as leftovers from dinner as she shut the door behind her. Zola being the poor sap that he was, couldn’t even get a fresh meal for his troubles. 

“Your Highness.” Zola bowed humbly. “Scraps again, I assume?” 

“Looks like it. I did try to save you large enough pieces to keep your stomach from growling all night.” Corrin put on a smile for the mage’s sake. 

“I really can’t express how much I appreciate your kindness, Lady Corrin.” Zola fell to his knees and clasped his hands together. 

“It’s no trouble.” Corrin walked over to a small table and chair, the only other pieces of furniture in the room, and set the box down. 

With Corrin’s back turned, Zola looked toward the door and swiftly flicked one of his wrists to lay down a simple noise-buffering enchantment. Knowing how distrusting Hinoka was, she probably had her ear to the door listening in on every word. That ought to keep her from interfering. 

With that settled, he could move onto the grander part of his plan. 

“Actually, milady, I think I might have just the thing that should really get across how grateful I am!” Zola hopped back up onto his feet and placed one hand behind his back to prepare it for casting his mental suggestion spell. 

Corrin turned around back to face Zola after placing his meal on the table. “There’s no need, really.” 

“Please, Your Graciousness, I insist. At least hear me out.” Zola begged. 

Seeing how adamant he was, Corrin relented. “Alright. But no guarantees I’ll accept.” 

‘Not like you’ll have a choice.’ Zola thought. 

The dark mage approached the princess and swiftly pointed his hand forward with his index and middle finger outstretched. From the tips of his digits, a small charge of violet energy arched into Corrin’s eyes, surprising her with a gasp. 

Taking a step back, Corrin rubbed her eyes, as they had become irritated from the bright flash of light out of nowhere. After a few blinks to refocus her vision, the results of what Zola had done were already evident. Within the Hoshidan Princess’s eyes was a very faint spell circle resting right on her red irises. Nobody would notice them from a glance except for someone versed in the dark arts, which no spellcaster in Hoshido studied in. It looked like a success! 

“That, my princess, was but a small gift I could offer.” Zola bowed again. “It is a simple spell that serves to enhance your abilities. To ensure your success as this war drags on, you see.” 

“Is that what that was…?” Corrin said, her vision still blurry. She continued to blink and squint in order to regain her full vision. After a bit more rubbing and moving her pupils around for a bit, she was returning to her full eyesight again. She could see Zola quite clearly as she did before. Only now, for some reason, he seemed… different. It was hard for her to describe but there was just something about the mage that made Corrin feel funny. 

“Like all hexes and spells dealing with Nohrian magic, the effects tend to last as long as the mage who cast them wills it.” Zola explained. “Of course, I’m on your side, Lady Corrin and if it were up to me, this spell would be permanent. But if something were to happen to me, say, something fatal, then my powers would be rendered useless.” 

“I… see.” Corrin was only half paying attention. It didn’t matter, though, the implication that Zola’s safety was important would mean the spell could properly take hold. Within seconds, Corrin knew that she had to protect him. It was very important that no harm came to Zola, no matter what. It was for the sake of the boon he granted her, obviously. She needed every ounce of strength in order to win this war.

Though she would have appreciated a warning before having her eyes zapped that way, Corrin felt very grateful to Zola for what he had done. That trust she had in him was validated! Perhaps it was that happiness that made her feel a little out of sorts with him in her presence now. Him being so close to her sent the warmest of tingles throughout her body. 

Seeing how his spell appeared to be a success, Zola turned away from Corrin and snickered to himself. 

‘I’m a GENIUS!’ He thought. ‘Now all I have to do is sit back and keep a low profile. Once my opportunity to rejoin Nohr’s forces arises, I will be free!’

Turning back to face Corrin again, Zola was briefly frightened by how close the princess had approached him while his back was turned. She was within arm’s reach of him and her breath sounded a tad bit labored. What’s more, she had this look in her eyes that bordered on crazed. 

Zola cautiously stepped back to put some distance between himself and the princess. “Er… Are you alright, Lady Corrin?” He asked. 

“I-I’m fine! Never better, in fact!” Corrin responded immediately. And she did. As far as she could tell, there were no side effects that she could feel. The one difference from before and after the enchantment was that she felt an immense amount of gratitude for Zola’s assistance. So much that she felt compelled to offer some kind of reciprocation for his service. 

The silence between the two was tense. Zola held in his breath, unsure if perhaps his spell didn’t work after all. He was working off of his memory so any number of things could have gone wrong while crafting the hex. He was just about ready to dismiss Corrin and think about where he may have slipped up but in that very instant, Corrin stepped forward and wrapped her arms around the scrawny mage in a surprise hug that he couldn’t have predicted. 

“Um…?” Zola stammered. He really had no clue what to even say at a time like this. 

“I just feel that I must thank you for your help.” Corrin explained. Something inside of her just felt this urge, this need, to repay Zola for his kindness. Though it may look improper, she did have one idea on her mind. 

Zola barely got a chance to politely turn down such a generous offer, for he found himself in a disadvantageous position of having been pulled to the floor with Corrin pinning him down. 

At this point, Zola was convinced that he messed something up. This was never supposed to be part of his plan. Corrin was far too affectionate for his liking. The way she pressed her body against him and the look in her eye would suggest that she was feeling more than just thankful for him at the moment. 

The first thing Zola thought to do was dispel the hex as soon as possible. If things dragged on for much longer, he couldn’t guarantee his plan would be any more off the rails. The problem was that he needed to use his hands to work his magic, and they were restrained by Corrin’s deceptively strong arms holding them in place as she passionately hugged and squeezed him. It was less like a hug at this point and more like she was trying to grapple him into submission. 

What followed stunned the mage so much that he simply stopped squirming because of how absurd it was. Corrin had gone so far as to plant a kiss on his cheek. Not a short one, either; a long, drawn out, moan-accompanied kiss that froze him in place and halted his resistance. 

‘What in Garon’s name is going on!?’ Zola screamed internally. The dark mage was too frazzled to do anything under Corrin’s oppressive affections and he desperately hoped that things wouldn’t progress any further than this. Already he was regretting his decision to even try something so foolish as to wrangle Corrin under his control. He would have been happier if this was over right here and now so he could unravel the hex. 

For a brief moment, Corrin backed off, leaving the uncomfortable mage lying on the floor. This was not the end of the princess’s show of gratitude though. She was simply readjusting herself in order to better express her thankfulness. Zola was hesitant to move up from his position, or even adjust his head to see what Corrin’s next move would be. It ended up mattering very little because his head would remain pinned to the floor as Corrin sat her ass directly onto his face. 

Strained muffles were the only sound coming from the mage as he finally thought to struggle against his treatment. It was far too little, too late, however, as Corrin’s hands held onto his wrists and kept them in place. The only thing Zola could do now was uselessly kick his legs but all it seemed to do was amuse Corrin who giggled at his struggles. At this point, it was probably a safe bet to assume his spell failed and this was some kind of perverted means of torture to exact revenge. 

If Corrin’s aim was to sexually taunt the smaller, skinnier man, then it may as well have been a resounding success. Due to the princess’s outfit choice, Zola was not only subject to having a round, perky ass on his head, but the soft, pale, exposed thighs of his would-be servant cushioning the rest of his face and muffling any calls for help… which wouldn’t have done much good anyway since his forethought of using a sound-dampening spell on the room was working against him. 

Zola’s torment continued as he felt something fiddling with his trousers, sending him into a second panic. Was that… Was she using her toes!? Somehow, Corrin’s feet proved dextrous enough to actually pull down Zola’s pants and expose his burgeoning erection concealed within. 

Lifting up and tossing away the garment with her big toe, Corrin looked upon Zola’s erection with delight. This was how she was going to repay Zola for his kindness. As she understood it, a lot of men in Nohr were into some very unusual things. Clearly there was a safe chance that Zola would also enjoy something like this. Her source for this kind of information (Camilla) was pretty reliable, after all. 

With nothing standing in her way, Corrin pressed the undersides of her feet against Zola’s shaft. Her cold limbs made the mage tremble from the temperature and from the unfamiliar and unwanted feeling of something like feet touching his penis. Corrin happily curled and clenched her toes around the man’s cock, exploring how to go about this exactly. This was rather new to her as well and she was operating on instinct and imperfect examples she only heard about before now. 

Figuring that it couldn’t be that much more complicated than using her hands, Corrin began to rub her toes up and down along Zola’s member, bringing it to full hardness after a few strokes. From there, she went on to try and give the veiny, throbbing meat stick a few squeezes with her toes as she used the pads of the upper part of her feet to roll it between them for some unorthodox method that she was improvising. 

Zola, laying silently under Corrin’s ass and thighs, wished he could do something to get out of this. His arms were kept in place thanks to Corrin’s deceptive strength, and with her having planted himself on his face and chest, he wasn’t able to do anything like roll around to maybe knock Corrin off balance. Her technique of restraint inadvertently made him her slave by some cruel irony. 

Even now, as she stroked his cock with her bare feet, her bare feet that she walked around all manner of terrain without any footwear whatsoever, the roughness of her skin from years of them being exposed to the elements felt incredible against his sensitive dick. As much as he would have hated to admit it otherwise, the princess’s efforts were wonderful. It was simply too difficult to really appreciate them otherwise given the circumstances that lead them to where they are, though. 

Corrin, happily oblivious to Zola’s discomfort, continued with jerking him off while firmly keeping him in place. She couldn’t quite make out his protests from under her plush buttocks, but she assumed that he must be singing her praises. Her toes were doing a lot of the work with how she was able to get them to wrap around Zola’s shaft and squeeze the warm flesh as she pumped it with her feet. It was difficult for her to tell how good of a job she was doing, but as her toes began to slicken with pre-cum, she only grew more assured that she was doing something right.

Zola breathed heavily as he felt himself approaching climax. His biology was betraying his complete aversion to what was happening. He really, REALLY didn’t want to enjoy any of this but Corrin’s skill at rubbing him down with those toes of hers was too good for him to resist. Zola did his best to try and resist the pleasures he felt, knowing the consequences should he succumb to it but it just wasn’t working. He was never built for this kind of stuff! That’s why his whole gimmick was trickery and indirect confrontation! 

Inevitably, Corrin’s unpracticed but considerable skill with her toes lead to Zola’s orgasm. His cock sprayed its contents all over the Hoshidan princess’s feet, coating her toes in his milky white essence and earning a blushed face from her. Surely, Zola was satisfied with this repayment, she reasoned. However, after such a heady encounter, Corrin was starting to feel a little hot herself. Spending all that time admiring and servicing his cock roused her blood and made her want a little bit of gratification of her own as well. 

After an unknowable amount of time since they began, Corrin finally lifted herself off Zola’s face. The mage breathed in a huge gasp of relief after having his airways restricted for so long. He didn’t get to enjoy that freedom for too long as he felt his blood chill when he stared up into Corrin’s eyes to see this thirsty, predatory grin on her face. 

“Did you enjoy that?” Corrin asked, her tone sounding rather sinister to the man’s ears. 

Zola was hesitant to answer, not knowing what was the correct response. Did he refute it and possibly upset her? Does he compliment her and end up condoning this kind of treatment? 

Whatever his thoughts were didn’t matter because his lack of a vocal confirmation seemed to push Corrin further into action. As Zola tried his best to crawl away a bit, Corrin once again had him ensnared with her body. The princess quickly got down on her hands and knees and held Zola’s arms back against the floor just as before. Her red eyes and wide grin, revealing her fangs behind her lips, choked out any other response Zola could give aside from some shaky guttural noises of vague protest. 

Perhaps the worst part was that, from this distance, Zola could still see the spell circle in Corrin’s iris, meaning that she was still, somehow under the effects of his hex which only muddled things even further. 

“F-Forgive me…” Corrin stammered, her breaths growing heavier. “I… I simply must sate these urges I’m feeling. I promise it won’t take long.” 

Zola’s nerves were even more distraught, if that were even possible. The somewhat threatening nature behind her words made him frantically fear for what she was about to do. 

What followed next was quite horrifying for the mage. He didn’t know what to expect after those foreboding words. But what he couldn’t account for, even in his wildest dreams, was Corrin tapping into the strength of her dragonstone and transforming right then and there on top of him. 

Almost instantaneously, Zola found himself not beneath an intimidating woman, but an intimidating dragon! Her frame was large enough that the cabin they were in couldn’t properly contain Corrin’s hulking body and she pumped her sharp horns into the ceiling while her wings haphazardly knocked some things over as they struggled to fan out from her body. 

“Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle!” Corrin reassured with her distorted voice ringing through her featureless dragon-head that bared down on the mage. 

In her reckless pursuit of self-gratification, Corrin used one of her large claws to pin Zola down by the neck, digging her claws into the soft wood beside his jugular and very dangerously close to choking him. Her other claw continued to pin one of Zola’s arms in place, leaving him to remain helpless against her. 

Moving her hind legs further apart to lower herself against Zola’s body, Corrin, somehow, managed to actually penetrate herself on Zola’s erection. A sound that seemed halfway between a growl and a moan rolled out of Corrin’s needle-tooth filled mouth as she lowered herself down, engulfing all of the mage’s shaft into her dragon-pussy. 

Zola was equal parts frightened out of his mind and stunned at Corrin’s anatomy. He had seen her in live combat before and especially witnessed her using the raw strength of her dragon form to batter his forces into submission. Never would he have guessed that this eldritch form came equipped with genitals. Yet here he was, nearly balls-deep inside of her, whether he wanted to be or not. 

It may or may not have been a good thing that noise-muffling spell was still active because as Corrin began to fuck herself atop Zola’s dick, her movements and large body was causing all sorts of commotion. The dragon-princess seemed unwilling to compromise and pace herself, greedily continuing to slam her hefty body against Zola’s pelvis and making frightening roars all the while. 

The only sounds coming from Zola were grunts and coughs every time he felt the heavy weight of a dragon press against him. Corrin had been riding his cock with seemingly little regard to his health. Surprisingly, it worked for her. Zola’s shaft was enough to please the beast, but that only made her movements even more charged and wild as she chased that wonderful feeling of having her womanly needs satiated. 

The more things dragged on, the more Corrin lost herself to her sudden lusts. Her original mindset of needing to ensure Zola remained unharmed was now secondary to her desire to get herself off by any means. Her gruff gasps and deep moans grew shorter apart while she pushed herself to take in as much of the dark mage’s cock as possible. Zola was doing his best to not pass out from the light asphyxiation he was experiencing and from constantly having the wind knocked out of him every time Corrin slammed against his body.

Once again, Zola felt himself on the verge of another orgasm, however his vision started to grow fuzzy the closer he got. He was slowly starting to black out as he had gone so long without a proper breath. His plight went unnoticed by Corrin who was close as well. 

On the verge of reaching her climax, Corrin picked up the pace one final time to race for the finish, causing her wings to flit and flutter so much that the sharp, bony protrusions from the thin fibers began to leave gouges across the wood paneling around her. If anyone were to see this room after this event, they could be forgiven for thinking a bear made its way in here and began thrashing about. 

Just before the last vestiges of consciousness wore out with tunnel vision setting in, Zola came once more and the sensation rocked his body so thoroughly that he managed to hitch his hips off the floor inside of the dragon atop him. Somehow, the loss of oxygen made his orgasm feel twice, maybe even three times as amazing as the first. Shortly afterward, Corrin came as well. The dragon princess lunged her long neck outward and gave one last roaring moan as if to solidify her triumph in attaining what she sought after. 

Corrin was quick to snap back to her senses after everything was through. Just in time, as well, because it was only after she got off did she realize that Zola was starting to turn blue. Gasping in horror at what she almost did, Corrin changed back to her human form and shook the mage by his collar in order to revive him. 

“Zola!? Zola, wake up!” Corrin begged. Pressing her ear against the man’s chest, she was relieved to hear a heartbeat. Upon further examination, she could see his chest rising and falling and the color return to his face after she inadvertently choked him this whole time. The princess cursed herself mentally over very nearly doing something she may have regretted. Zola’s survival was important. His generous spell was going to see her through the difficult road ahead, evidently it was also likely the culprit for her sudden bout of lust. 

Looking around, Corrin noticed the damage she caused. It wasn’t exactly terrible but lots of questions would be asked if anyone found out. They wouldn’t understand. They would easily assume the worst of Zola and probably have him thrown overboard or worse. If it had to come down to it, Corrin would step in to defend him, but for now, the princess did her best to try and rectify the situation. 

Though it was a bit of a struggle, Corrin managed to re-clothe Zola and get him into his pile of blankets that served as his bed in order to make it seem like he was just sleeping. There really wasn’t much else she could do, so Corrin stepped backwards and made her way for the door. 

Upon exiting, Corrin quickly slammed the door behind her to ensure nobody standing by could get a peek inside to see what may have happened. 

“You were in there for an awfully long time.” Hinoka quipped. “What’d you do, read him a bed time story while he ate?” 

Corrin turned to quickly look at her big sister whom she forgot was guarding the door until now. 

“Uh, I… Yes, actually! I was just telling Zola my life story, up until we met him! To try and convince him to join our side!” Corrin answered. It was the best excuse she could come up with in the moment. 

“Hmm…” Hinoka rubbed her chin. She honestly didn’t get what her sister saw in the guy, taking him in like a stray. “You probably shouldn’t have done that. I’ll bet he would try to find a way to use that information to take advantage of you.” She responded. 

Corrin’s gut reaction would be to dispute that immediately but chose to stay silent and simply let Hinoka vent. Eventually she’ll see that Zola was worthy of her trust and everyone else’s for that matter. 

“Well, anyway, Zola fell asleep after I told him everything so it’s best if you just don’t bother him for now.” Corrin said. To avoid any further elaboration on the subject, Corrin turned on her heel and left Hinoka to stand there, still confused about everything. 

Hinoka never stopped being suspicious of the way her sister defended that treacherous mage. Optimism was one thing but her insistence on leaving him struck her as odd. Regardless, she would do as Corrin asked. For now. 

There would likely be plenty of opportunities to catch that snake’s screw ups and she would be there to have Corrin’s back to save her from her own kindness if she needed to.

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“A dream. It was just a dream, nothing more. Juuust a dream.” Zola mumbled to himself. 

As the Hoshidan army continued to sail into Nohrian territory, the trip had been going smooth so far for everyone. All except for Zola, who had just been through a bit of a wringer in the last twenty-four hours. What was supposed to be the execution of a magnificent plan ended up being a severely botched spell that cost him his own self-confidence, a bit of his mental stability and his virginity. 

At least, that was what he dreamed. Because that’s all it was as far as he was concerned. A dream. Pure fiction. It never happened. 

At the moment, the Nohrian hostage was below decks in the dining room reserved for the troops. Why he was let out of his room instead of having his meals delivered to him was a mystery to the frazzled mage. Though, as long as he got to be in a more open space for a little while before inevitably having to return to his cramped holdings was fine by him. If nothing else, it was a good distraction from the twisted dream he had last night. 

“Enjoying the freedom, master?” A voice called to Zola, snapping him from his mantra. It was Princess Corrin… and she was almost completely naked! 

The protective shell that Zola had been constructing to keep reality at bay immediately shattered when he saw the state of dress Corrin was in. She was wearing what could only be described as her underwear, but it was worse than that. Her bra and panties were made entirely out of lace. Nothing was left to the imagination. Her vagina and nipples were fully on display with only the netting serving as any kind of protection from the elements, if even that. 

“What are you doing!?” Zola panicked but did his best to keep his voice down. How the princess hadn’t managed to turn every single head in the area by now was a complete mystery. 

“I thought I would join you for breakfast, master. Surely you wouldn’t mind?” Corrin answered innocently. 

“I mean the… calling that an outfit would be a stretch but…” He trailed off, too distracted by Corrin’s blatant disregard. 

“Oh this? Isn’t it cute, master? I knew you would love it!” Corrin giggled. She gave a quick twirl to show off her assets and if the outfit weren’t already slutty enough as is, Zola noticed that there was no back part to her panties. Her ass was entirely open for what should only be obvious. 

While Zola was trying to shoo away the indecently dressed girl, Corrin, perhaps oblivious to his body language or just uncaring, instead sat down across from him to engage her master in polite conversation. 

“Go away…!” Zola begged. His voice raised an octave or two. He was desperate to have the princess far away from him but she seemed uninterested in cooperating. 

Without any other alternatives, Zola had only one thing up his sleeve to save the princess’s dignity and maybe even his own head. While his hands were still shacked together, they were still close enough that he could conjure magic with his finger tips. A couple seconds of chanting later and the princess was covered by a violet glow and soon after, a perfectly decent outfit. She appeared to be dressed in her usual black and silver armor, like she hadn’t at all just been dressed like some cheap Nohrian prostitute. 

Unfortunately, it was only an illusion. Enchanting proper threads for her was impossible without free range of his hands so he could only project what appeared to be clothes on her. It should be fine, he reasoned. So long as she doesn’t make extensive physical contact for a while, nobody would notice. More importantly, as long as he was far away from her if and when the illusion DID fail, he’d be far enough away from her that no one would suspect a thing. Hopefully. 

With the affirmation that his dream was in fact reality, Zola couldn’t exactly breathe easy, but as long as nobody noticed what just went down, he should be fine. It didn’t seem like anyone was paying attention to them so perhaps he was in the clear. Out of the corner of his eye, though, he noticed someone approaching them. It was the intimidating figure of the girl from the Flame Tribe. And she looked pissed . Well, she always looked like that, but this time she looked extremely pissed!

‘Oh no. Did she see that? Oh please gods tell me she didn’t see any of that…!’ Zola screamed in his head. There were a lot of people he didn’t want to anger in this army, and by a lot, specifically that meant everyone. So when he saw one of the most muscular and ornery people here almost stomping a path in his direction, he was two seconds away from fainting where he sat. 

“You there. Mage.” Rinkah coldly addressed Zola once she was uncomfortably close to him. So close that Zola had to crane his neck upwards to address her or else he’d be talking to her rock-hard abs. 

“Y-Yes…?” He answered, looking extremely guilty and frightened out of his wits. 

“You know I saw that whole thing, right?” 

Zola swallowed and pretended he knew nothing. “I haven’t the slightest idea what you–”

“The princess walked out here in her underwear and then you created some new clothes for her out of thin air.” Rinkah cut off the pitiful attempt at deflection. “I’m guessing you might have something to do with that whole entire thing.” 

Zola was trying desperately to cobble together some kind of excuse. His lies and trickery only really worked if someone was already fooled to begin with. His experience with improvisational misdirection was severely underutilized. 

His attempts at seriously trying to come up with something convincing were quickly deteriorating when he felt something press against his crotch. Instinctively, he looked down only to see a foot massaging and rubbing him beneath the table. The view was easily seen by Rinkah as well. Both the mage and club-toting girl looked toward Corrin who rested her head in her hands with a wide, dreamy grin directed at Zola. 

The Nohrian mage cursed himself for this damnable spell he created. Surely it must have done something to the victim’s intelligence because anyone with a functioning brain would be able to see that this was not the time. 

The tension was drastically raised when Rinkah sat down right next to Zola. Now, his personal space was being violated on two fronts. The situation was starting to snowball out of his control and without full use of his hands, there wasn’t too much he could do about it. Unfortunately for him, Rinkah had full use of hers and the muscular woman wrapped one of her strong arms around his neck and pulled him in close to her chest. The way her bicep curled around his throat put him dangerously close to choking and with a mere flex, the oni savage could easily snap something. 

“So here’s what’s going to happen.” Rinkah whispered so no one else could hear. “I’m just going to assume you’ve done something to Corrin to make her act this way. So I’ll personally escort you back to your room. Then, I’m going to beat you to within an inch of your life. If you still have teeth, you’ll tell me what you did. Then I’m going to beat you harder.” 

Zola would have nervously swallowed, but Rinkah’s muscular arm made it difficult for anything to slither past his throat if he tried. Instead, his eyes darted to Corrin. In his hour of desperation, he knew that some part of the spell worked; the subconscious need to protect him. Hopefully Corrin would catch onto what was going to happen to her master and intervene. 

“That’s a great idea!” Corrin chimed in, cheerful as can be. “Master, let’s bring you back to your room and explain everything!” 

“Master?” Rinkah repeated, slightly tightening her arm around Zola’s neck. 

Either the intended effect of the spell wasn’t working or Corrin somehow had a genius plan when she spoke up. Zola was willing to bet it was the former and was prepared to live out his final moments in agonizing pain. 

“Alright, I’ve had about enough of this.” Rinkah announced. Standing up from the table, she grabbed the mage by the back of his collar and dragged him from his spot, forcefully taking him back to his quarters. Corrin was quick to follow close behind in order to make sure Rinkah didn’t get far enough ahead of her that she would make good on her promise of turning her master into her personal punching bag. 

When they returned to Zola’s room, which remained temporarily unguarded, Rinkah threw the scrawny mage clear across the room. Once Corrin arrived, the Flame Tribeswoman kicked the door behind her shut and balled her hands into fists as she took slow and very menacing steps toward the untrustworthy Nohrian. 

“One minute!” Corrin spoke up and tapped Rinkah on her shoulder.

“It’ll take less time than that for me to rearrange his face, believe me.” Rinkah replied without stopping in her path. 

Zola managed to right himself and get back onto his knees only to scoot himself into a corner while Rinkah bared down on him. It was like something straight out of a horror novel! 

“Master, maybe now would be a good time to show Rinkah ‘that spell’ you showed me?” Corrin heavily suggested. 

Frightened out of his wits and having no better idea coming to him at that moment, Zola decided it was best to just use that accursed spell, if only to keep Rinkah from caving his skull in. With the spell memorized and prepped, Zola was able to charge his bound but still useful hands with the same energy that he used on Corrin before. Ordinarily, his best shot would be to aim for the eyes, but he didn’t have a very good vantage point for that. Instead, when Rinkah got within punching distance, he risked everything and lunged forward, pressing his charged hands against the bulky woman’s abs, delivering a magical zap that momentarily froze her in place. 

After that full-body jolt, Rinkah blinked and lowered her fist. For some reason, she forgot what she was doing and why she felt so worked up at the moment. After a moment of silence, she looked down to see Zola, pale as a sheet, with his hands extending outward and touching her stomach. 

Then, on a dime, Rinkah’s face shifted to an entirely different emotion. In the span of a mere moment, she had gone from furious, to dazed to, as of how, smug. 

“Well, well, well, look at you getting all handsy.” Rinkah said, in a rather condescending way. 

Zola opened up one of his clenched-shut eyes to see the no less threatening woman, still towering above him, but with her fists planted at her hips rather than winding up to send him through the wall behind him. The hostility she demonstrated before was gone so… success?

“You like touching these splendid muscles, don’t ya?” Rinkah asked. 

“I… um…” Zola struggled to respond. He expected a change in behavior but not THIS drastically. Even Corrin needed a good few minutes before she started acting odd. 

“Master Zola is known for having some very odd interests.” Corrin giggled from behind. “For instance, he has a thing for feet like all Nohrians do.” 

“Does he now?” Rinkah’s arrogant grin grew wider. 

“Not in the slightest…” Zola found the courage to finally respond, albeit very confused with the rapid change in atmosphere and conversation. 

“Hmph. You heard him, Corrin. Your bare feet just aren’t doing it anymore.” Rinkah looked over her shoulder and taunted the princess by sticking out her tongue. “Obviously he prefers the raw, unbridled feeling of my toned abs. Am I right?” 

‘She does have an amazing eight pack…’ Zola thought. If he had to choose between muscles or feet, he’d have to go with the former. 

Wait why the hell was he even thinking that??

“It’s clear as day what you prefer, mage.” Rinkah chuckled. “I mean, you literally can’t keep your hands off me!” 

Realizing that his hands were still firmly planted on Rinkah’s rippling abs, he hesitantly pulled away. Just as he did, he saw Rinkah raise one of her hands toward his face. Before he could make a yelp of protest, the sorcerer found his face being held in Rinkah’s strong grip and rammed right up against her muscles. And his face would remain that way, as Rinkah seemed determined to keep him there. 

“I’m glad you appreciate them. I’ll even let you have your fill at licking them to your heart’s content, you little perv.” Rinkah laughed, her muscles slightly contracting from her jovial bellows and grinding against Zola’s face. 

Perhaps he was getting caught up in the heat of the moment, or maybe it was as simple as Rinkah not letting his head move an inch, but Zola found himself wanting to actually take the oni girl up on her offer. He hesitantly let his tongue move past his lips until it made contact with Rinkah’s washboard abs. First, he just let the tip of his tongue poke and prod at the muscular woman’s stomach. When he heard no protests from her, he went a tiny bit further. He dragged his tongue vertically against Rinkah’s rigid abdominal and left a trail of spittle in its wake. From there, he would repeat this until he was fully brushing his tongue against the girl’s stomach as if he were delicately trying to clean her. 

“Y’see? I told you he prefers chiseled muscles to smelly feet.” Rinkah boasted. 

At this, Corrin began to grow aggravated. Her face began to pout and her cheeks turned red in frustration. She knew what her master preferred and he definitely preferred her feet over anything else! 

“You think your abs are all that? Let me show you how it’s done.” Corrin spoke up and marched over to the pair, ready to take some control of the situation. 

Since Rinkah showed no intention of moving away, Corrin had to force her own entrance into this little thing they had going on. The princess plopped herself down onto her rear and, with her always bare feet, began using her dexterous toes to remove her master's trousers, enough that his member was freed. Corrin was surprised to see Zola sporting a half-chub. Was it true then? Did he really have a thing for muscles that she wasn’t aware of? Well, even if he did, it was of little concern to her. Because she knew that he would always remain a faithful foot-lover no matter what!

Gripping her master’s penis between the bottoms of her feet, Corrin gave Zola the footjob she knew he preferred over Rinkah’s brutish muscles. The mage was completely helpless in this situation. It wasn’t even worth his energy to struggle away from Rinkah’s tight grip. He simply surrendered himself to the weird treatment he was getting. It was better than being folded like an origami crane at the tribe woman's hands. 

Even though Rinkah made it out to be a competition, she wasn’t too put out by Corrin forcing her way in and using her feet to pleasure Zola. If anything, she could easily claim that he got off from being pressed up against her body. It’s not like either of them would be able to definitively say for sure. More importantly, she enjoyed the feeling of having someone licking her abs like this. While one hand firmly kept Zola’s face in one spot, she reached her other hand into her roomy trousers and began to rub and finger herself. 

The trio were locked into an awkward threesome of sorts with everyone getting off in their own unique way. Rinkah had completely forgotten what made her so mad before, like it barely happened and Corrin was just pleased to be able to use her feet to make her master happy. Zola was just glad he wasn’t pounded into a red paste and had to admit that Rinkah’s intimidatingly built figure was attractive in its own way. He didn’t even need to be forced in place to continue slathering her muscles with saliva. He was perfectly content to do it by himself. 

The more heated things got, the closer it came to ending. Through the combination of being forced to tongue-massage Rinkah and getting foot massages from Corrin, the Nohrian mage was about ready to blow. The other two girls weren’t even close to their climax but they would soon have their turn in time. 

Following Rinkah’s example, Corrin used her free hands to delve into her panties, obscured below the illusionary clothing and began fingering herself as well. Being able to serve her master got her all hot under the collar as well as seeing Rinkah’s domineering attitude in quite a different light. 

Things ended a lot sooner than Corrin and Rinkah would have liked. Zola came all over Corrin’s feet and his orgasm momentarily kept him from licking Rinkah’s abs while he rode out his climax. The muscular woman clicked her tongue at how easily a little bit of attention meant the mage was already finished when they hadn’t even gotten into anything serious. Corrin was perfectly fine, though. She enjoyed seeing her master’s cock fire its payload of cream all over her toes and feet and was just happy knowing that it was because of her and not Rinkah that he was able to get off. 

Even if Corrin was happy, Rinkah wasn’t ready to let it end just yet. She had only gotten started and intended to come full circle. 

“Alright, mage. Get ready for the second round.” Rinkah announced before picking up the thin man by his collar again and tossing him onto the meager bed in the corner of the room. 

Disoriented from literally being tossed like a ragdoll, Zola needed a moment to get his head on straight. He hadn’t even one minute of rest before Rinkah tore off her pants, threw them to the side and presented her body in all of its unobscured glory for him to gawk at. 

“Whaddya think? My arms and core aren’t the only thing I’ve trained to perfection.” Rinkah boasted. Her thighs and calves were also impressively sculpted. She could crush a fruit between her thighs if she really wanted to. Oddly enough, that thought was kind of attractive to the Nohrian mage even though ordinarily it would have terrified him. 

As Rinkah took a step toward Zola, Corrin reached out and grabbed her arm, keeping her from advancing any further. 

“Hold on, you.” The princess said sternly. “Master Zola is under my watch. If you want anything to do with him, it can’t be without me.” 

“Hmph. Fine. I suppose I don’t mind sharing.” Rinkah retorted. She was willing to compromise if it meant she got what she needed out of the mage. 

Corrin gleefully hopped in place and clapped at not being left out of the fun. Before the Flame Tribe member even got to the bed, Corrin moved past her and immediately hopped on top first… right onto her master’s face. 

“Hey, wai–!” Zola’s protests were quickly silenced by the cushy cheeks of Corrin’s ass and her plump thighs blocking his mouth. Thanks to the illusion spell he cast to disguise her lack of clothes, he was quickly reminded that Corrin was almost entirely naked underneath her fake clothing. His face was smothered by Corrin’s mostly naked ass with a very thin netting of lace being the only barrier between his mouth and her pre-fingered, moist snatch. 

Rinkah helped herself to straddling Zola’s hips. Though she was disappointed with his lack of stamina, his cock was still stiff and clearly ready for more. Feeling those strong thighs bound him in place was able to get the Nohrian mage back to full mast in no time. Seems like he was fond of the risk of his pelvis being crushed at any moment. 

With her in a good position, Rinkah finally initiated and slammed herself down on Zola’s cock. Slow penetration was not her style, as she had already built up momentum from fingering herself before. She was dead set on getting off as quick and efficiently as possible and began bouncing on Zola’s cock from the get go. 

Corrin gyrated her hips nearly in sync with Rinkah’s movements and grinded her pussy against her master’s face. The thin netting that formed her lace panties were doing enough to get her wet with the fabric rubbing against her clit while her vulva pressed and squished against Zola’s nose and mouth. 

It was a good thing no one was guarding Zola’s door because the noise the three of them were making would have alerted whoever was standing outside. The raucous scraping of the bed frame against the wooden floor and the huffing, gasping and moaning coming from Corrin and Rinkah could easily be heard from the hallway and maybe even two doors down. The princess and tribal woman were both competing with each other, seeing who could please the mage better and their carelessness drove them to push the other to be more bold in their efforts to fuck the Nohrian into bliss. 

As they both bounced atop Zola’s passive body, Corrin leaned forward toward Rinkah and grabbed onto her biceps for stability while staring intently into her flaming red eyes. Both women were fierce in their roughhousing and glares. Thanks to them both constantly humping and grinding away, eventually they had gotten a bit too close and by pure accident, their lips made contact. 

At first, they both stared wide-eyed at each other, shocked by the sudden and accidental contact. The apprehension lasted for only a brief moment and they decided to just embrace it. They committed fully and began to kiss each other earnestly with passion, enhancing each others arousal. 

Corrin’s hands migrated all across Rinkah’s muscles. From her arms, to her abs until they settled on her shapely hips. She had known Rinkah for a while but only now did she come to appreciate the contours of her well-trained body. Perhaps there was something to her master’s attraction to such physicality. It was definitely working for her, at least. 

Rinkah returned the favor and let her hands glide across the curvy princess’s body as well. The best word Rinkah would use to describe Corrin’s body was “plush.” She was soft in just about any area her hands touched. Her thighs, hips, even her bountiful breasts. Anything she squeezed would easily allow her fingers to sink in. The lace disguised under her illusory clothing seemed to strain under Corrin’s assets, a testament to her build. No wonder Zola did whatever he did that had her strutting around with everything on display, if she were romantically involved with the Hoshidan royal, she would likely have done the same. 

All of the kissing, touching and fucking was bringing all three participants to the brink. Zola’s hands quacked in their shackles as he was nearing his second orgasm. Rinkah and Corrin were glistening in sweat from how heated they both got, especially the former. Their accidental kiss never broke, leaving the two of them to constantly nibble at the others lips and invade their mouths with their tongues. A symphony of lewd noises rang out from the room, none of them even trying to settle down.

Finally, their rough threesome peaked when Zola came and filled Rinkah’s pussy with his second load of the day. With how hot Rinkah’s body was, the blast of spooge felt almost chilling by comparison. She shuddered when the cold feeling rushed up her spine, bringing her to orgasm as well. Corrin, who had been selfishly grinding away at Zola’s face the entire time, also climaxed. Her thighs squeezed and contracted as her juices sprayed out of her barely clothed pussy, making it even harder for Zola to draw any labored breaths. Good thing it was the Hoshidan princess who elected to ride his face. If Rinkah were in her position, he was  certain his skull would be in fragments. 

Corrin and Rinkah remained rigid, almost frozen, as they let their orgasms rage through them. Even now, their kiss remained strong, with them moaning into each others mouths and graciously accepting how messy their lips and chins were becoming with so much drool between them. 

Once everything calmed down, the two girls dismounted the mage and remained on the bed, each at one side. Their arms crossed as they embraced Zola, nearly crushing him between Corrin’s soft body and Rinkah’s muscular one. 

“I still don’t like the idea of sharing my master…” Corrin pouted. “But I think I’m willing to make an exception for you, Rinkah.” 

“How about we let him decide?” Rinkah smiled cockily and turned her gaze toward Zola’s sweaty and sticky face. 

“You’re not going to hit me… right?” Zola asked, still fearing the near-death experience he had a few minutes ago. 

“Of course not.” Rinkah replied indignantly. “That would upset Corrin and I wouldn't dream of doing that to her.” 

Well, at least it was nice for Zola to have that reassurance that she wouldn’t twist him into a human pretzel. Seeing as how Rinkah was not a threat to him so long as his spell was active, he accepted what was really Corrin’s proposal. At least with this, he had two body guards to keep him safe. 

As they lay in bed together, Zola had come to accept the reality that what happened today and yesterday for that matter, was not a dream after all. Whether or not that was good or bad, or even if he was fearful or excited about that would remain to be seen.

Chapter Text

Orochi tip-toed around each corner and snuck about quietly in the ship’s cabin halls, trying to not raise too much noise. The playful diviner was on a mission from one of the Hoshidan royals to do some covert investigation. 

At Hinoka’s request, Orochi was instructed to keep a close eye on Zola. She wasn’t at all convinced that the sneaky Nohrian mage was as innocent as her sister Corrin would have her believe. It wasn’t exactly easy for her to trust a skilled shapeshifter after all. Orochi gladly took the job, as she too was curious on whether or not the sorcerer was keeping something hidden away in his room. 

Once she arrived at the right place, Orochi carefully opened the door and snuck inside, doing her best to make sure the door shut as quietly as possible behind her. The inside of the room was fairly typical. It was just another simple place to rest like any other of the dozen or so rooms onboard the sea vessel. 

However, that in and of itself was the issue. A few days ago, Zola’s untrustworthy self was tossed into the ship’s hold where his only company was a bunch of casks and wooden crates. Then, out of nowhere, Corrin insisted he have a room of his own. A change of heart like that was very out of character for Corrin, even if she was far and away one of the most merciful people in the army. 

That drastic change is what kept Hinoka so suspicious and why she recruited Orochi’s help in trying to find evidence that the Nohrian mage was untrustworthy and an acceptable target for her hunting knife. That was the reason Orochi was here today. She planned on being thorough with her investigation. If that dishonest mage was hiding something, she would find it. 

With so few furnishings in the room and Zola’s possessions being few and far between, it seemed like finding what she was looking for may have been a bit easier than she initially thought. Checking first in the drawer of a humble nightstand quickly proved fruitful as a single book with a blank cover happened to be inside. 

“Well, well. What do we have here~?” Orochi hummed as she opened the book. She was hoping for some sort of diary that held some of Zola’s innermost thoughts but as her eyes scanned the page, she found that the contents were something far different than she expected…

Meanwhile, a couple walked through the cabin halls, heading toward Orochi’s location, unaware of her presence. Zola was hobbling toward his room, hands still shackled and a noticeable gait to his walk. He was closely followed behind by Rinkah who had recently seen a change in attire since her magical conversion as the mage’s bodyguard. 

Her old traditional Fire Tribe garb was replaced with a black skin-tight crotchless leotard that showed off her muscular arms and legs. Even though her abs were covered, the small size of the outfit made the fabric shape around the contours of her muscles, lending a different but still attractive look to her body. Naturally her exposed vagina was dripping with semen, with a small trail being left behind the pair as they walked. 

“So, how about another round once we get back to your room, master?” Rinkah asked. Her face was uncharacteristically smug and proud, in contrast to her usual stoic demeanor. 

Zola winced at having even more rough sex with Rinkah today, or any day really. After a marathon of rough sex, the Nohrian mage was sore in just about every part of his body. Where the tribe woman kept all that stamina, he would never know. 

“We will certainly NOT have another round.” He grumbled. He wanted to yell but kept it cool in case they were being followed or if anyone was eavesdropping. As they neared Zola’s room, he turned to the taller woman and pleaded with her, “Please, I beg you. Let your master rest for just a few hours…” 

Rinkah let out a disgruntled huff and pouted at her master’s refusal to lick her abs and fill her cunt with more of his seed. He was the master, however, so his word was final. 

“Fiiine. But once you’re nice and rested, we’ve gotta go at it once again.” 

“Yes, yes, now please just go away!” Zola shooed the woman off with his shackled hands. 

Reluctantly, Rinkah walked past her master to leave him to his own devices for a short while. Though, before she departed from him completely, she turned around and gave the sorcerer a hearty spank on the ass before truly leaving, making him yelp and jump from the harsh smack. Her mischievous chuckle could be heard from down the hall and around the corner she turned. The sting on his buttocks was the last lingering memory of that brute of a woman for a small while. 

Upon entering his room, Zola was shocked to see that someone else had entered. His first thought was that Corrin must have been waiting for him but the intricately weaved purple hair quickly proved him wrong. Orochi had been so captivated by the content of the book she was reading that she didn’t stop to consider her limited time. She was caught off guard by the sound of the door opening and before she knew it, she was face to face with the suspect she was tasked with investigating. 

There was a long awkward silence between the two. Neither one of them could find any appropriate words for the situation but they both knew they were caught red-handed. Both of them quickly thought of what to say or do in this situation before things could get any weirder. 

“I see you’ve been quite busy with–” 

A crackle of energy fired from Zola’s shackled hands, silencing Orochi and throwing her and the book in her hands to the ground. In his panic he launched a spell… that spell. The second he realized what he did, he internally cursed himself. 

“Ow…” Orochi groaned after picking herself up off the floor and shaking her head. The diviner quickly inspected her body to see what kind of damage was inflicted on her but she seemed entirely unharmed. While nothing on the surface changed, one look into the woman’s eyes from Zola’s perspective was all he needed to start feeling a rush of anxiety. 

That accursed sigil in her pupils had appeared. Thanks to his inability to think clearly in a stressful moment, Zola had created another unwitting pawn in his unwanted slave ring. Three people were now under his control and he wasn’t going to stick around to find out how lis latest captive was going to abuse his body. 

His first instinct was to run. It didn’t matter where, hopefully someplace public where Orochi wouldn’t try anything. However, he didn’t even make it to the door before he felt his body tense up and suddenly go numb. Over his shoulder, he witnessed as the Hoshidan mage held a slender finger forward with a spell she cast upon him now. Some sort of magical snare that prevented him from moving. Like an owner telling its dog to heel, Orochi pulled back on the ethereal tether and Zola fell onto his back and was being dragged away from the door. 

The Nohrian mage looked up toward the impish grin his new captive flashed him. He hadn’t seen a face so sadistic in a long time. That it was coming from one of those “peace-loving” Hoshidans made it all the more unsettling. 

“As I was saying…” Orochi continued from where she left off. “You’ve been quite busy with some very naughty magic, haven’t you?” 

Zola’s lips trembled as he felt sweat forming on his brow. He was feeling this unnatural aura of intimidation from her that he didn’t get from Corrin or Rinkah. 

“Uhm… It was an accident?” He weakly explained with a crooked grin. What he said was true… to an extent, but something told him Orochi didn’t care about the nuance. 

“Hmhm~. I saw what was in that book. You Nohrians are quite devious.” Orochi giggled. “I never would have thought magic like that existed in your Kingdom had I not seen it for myself.” 

Zola was ready to admit that technically speaking it didn’t and he came up with it on the fly, but he would rather keep that to himself. 

“One look at that book and I knew you’d be a source of great knowledge, little man. So in a way, I suppose I owe you a little something for helping me expand my repertoire.” Another teasing laugh escaped the woman’s lips. 

“Please, no–” Zola started to beg before a bare foot landed on his face. 

Orochi took great pleasure in smothering the Nohrian mage’s face with her foot as only the start of his reward. In all her years of capturing and “interrogating” Nohrian prisoners, all of them seemed to have a particular attraction to feet so it stands to reason this one would feel similar. 

With her paralytic spell beginning to take full effect, Orochi made one last preparation. Cracking her knuckles, she zapped Zola with another spell, this one more fitting for what was to come. While the sorcerer could barely struggle thanks to his magical bonds, he felt himself growing hot and flustered. Not by having his face trampled underfoot, gods no. This had to be the work of some other means that he hadn’t noticed. 

And he was right; Orochi had planned to reward her unwilling “teacher” for his efforts with pleasures of the flesh. To that end, she enchanted the man with a simple but effective aphrodisiac spell to ensure he could stand up to her liking. She wasn’t even aware how strong her enchantment really was: Unbeknownst to her, Zola had just returned from a marathon of sex with Rinkah that he didn’t ask for and was returning to his room to rest. Now, he was hard as before and ready, though unwilling, for more. 

With another swish of her hand, Orochi was able to remove Zola’s pants with ease and simple magic. Seeing his hard shaft spring out and briefly slap against his stomach prompted the impish woman to bite her lip at the sight of it. In time she would dominate her teacher’s cock but first, she wanted to have some time to play. 

Removing her foot from Zola’s face, Orochi walked over and instead placed the same foot on his bulging, veiny shaft. Her toes squeezed around the base and tried to tease it with her grip. With the effects of the aphrodisiac spell, her efforts at foreplay were minimally effective at turning him on even more, but it was less about warming up and more for Orochi’s brand of teasing her marks before she went in for the kill. 

With Orochi’s strangely skillful footwork and the super sensitivity of the aphrodisiac spell, Zola was already feeling his balls well up with more content ready to blow. Even though he didn’t care for anything involving feet, his defenses proved to be nothing in the face of Orochi’s masterful footwork. 

With enough time and flexing of her toes around her captive’s shaft, Orochi was able to get the Nohrian mage to climax and her foot was quickly covered with the sticky white spray of Zola’s semen. Thanks to her magic, however, even after that orgasm, Zola’s shaft remained as robust as ever. Assured that her spell was working as intended, Orochi felt emboldened to continue on with having even more fun.

With a wave from both of her hands, Orochi magically tore her entire outfit from her body, leaving her naked but ruining her clothes in the process, though she didn’t seem concerned about that in the slightest. Standing over the mage’s numb body, Orochi glared down at Zola’s figure and, more importantly, his slightly moist member. Bending down, the diviner inspected his shaft and could smell the strong scent of sex from him. 

“My, my, what HAVE you been up to you naughty teacher?” She cooed. It was obvious that the scrawny mage had found himself someone to have fun with before he returned to his room. Orochi wasn’t really concerned with who it was, she only cared about having a piece of Zola’s attention. 

After enough teasing and taunting, Orochi grabbed hold of Zola’s legs and raised them up off the floor. This ensured that despite his immobilized state, his erection would be pointing straight up for the hungry Hoshidan to help herself. 

If Zola could make any sort of effort to struggle, he would. Alas, Orochi’s magic was quite potent and whatever mysterious spells she used to keep his body limp but his cock stiff kept him from being able to resist. 

“Get ready, ‘my teacher.’” Orochi called in a semi-sarcastic tone. 

Without any further form of foreplay, Orochi hiked her hips up, raised herself over the mage’s cock and lowered down onto his swollen member until he was all the way inside of her. Orochi made a playful moan as she reached his base and quickly took advantage of her position to bear down and pound her body against Zola’s. 

This domineering style was what Orochi did best. Whenever she interrogated some Nohrian captive, she’d put her femininity to good use and fuck the daylights or confessions out of her targets. The mage beneath her was just another notch on her long list of conquests. 

Despite the straining marathon he had with Rinkah, Zola was still not completely desensitized. For as much as he hated being in his current position, Orochi’s experienced pussy still gripped him tight and could very easily milk him for all he was worth. 

Orochi bounced atop Zola’s body despite the awkward position and never stopped smiling her nearly viscous smile the entire time. The sound of skin on skin contact grew rougher and louder as things progressed and she was having every bit of fun that she could manage. 

“Such a splendid cock for such a little man~.” Orochi taunted. “I’ll bet whoever you were with before me was begging for more, right?” 

Zola refused to validate the degrading comments, especially since he barely had any say in the matter. 

“Mmm, keep being defiant, my teacher. It only makes things more fun for me~.” 

Orochi wasn’t going to let the Nohrian mage’s dispassionate engagement keep her from going as rough as she wanted. Besides, she had plenty of comments that could make anyone react in any way she wanted. 

Tightening her grip on Zola’s legs, the diviner fucked herself a bit harder and faster on his cock. By this point, the blush on the otherwise pale man’s cheeks was evidence that he was reaching his limit. That’s when she decided to really put the figurative screws to him. 

“Ooh, are you gonna cum, my brilliant ‘teacher?’” She laughed. “Will you cum inside your student and knock her up I wonder? We’d make some beautiful spellcasting babies, I bet~.” 

Zola’s expression changed to one of sheer dread. The thought of that happening filled him with more fear than being roped into another threesome with Rinkah and Corrin again. Even if his ability to resist was sapped by Orochi’s magic, he forced himself to try and hold back. He was convinced this woman was crazy enough to want to bear his children and he would try to deprive her of that if he could.

That look of primal fear was what Orochi wanted from him the entire time. More than anything, she always savored the look of abject horror whenever she was fucking her targets. That got her off just about as effectively as any good dicking did. Just seeing his shrunken pupils gave her nearly everything she wanted in order to cum. 

“Ahh, I’m almost there, teacher! I hope you’re ready~!” Orochi warned. 

If he could, for as long as he could, Zola tried his best to hold back. He didn’t want to give this unhinged woman what she wanted.

Surprisingly, through some kind of willpower or maybe because she underestimated him, Orochi could feel Zola putting up a tiny bit of resistance despite her magic still being in effect. He was proving to be quite the interesting plaything indeed. But she was determined to push him as far as she could manage, and so in the final stretch before her orgasm, she held even tighter onto his raised ankles and pounded her body against his to force an orgasm out of both of them. 

Even though his body was supposed to be fully paralyzed from the neck down, Zola’s toes still managed to curl up as he was hitting his peak. Eventually he could no longer hold himself back and came inside of the predatory woman, perhaps the hardest load he ever blew that day despite everything that happened prior. 

Orochi smiled victoriously as she felt her insides flood with the sorcerer’s seed. She came soon after, relishing in the knowledge that she still managed to make him give in no matter how good of a defense he put up. 

Their creamy mixed fluids began to drip out of Orochi’s pussy after she was beginning to slow down, dripping down onto Zola and staining his attire. Both parties were left panting and sweating after their strange battle of subjugation and resistance. 

Even though the Hoshidan woman was certainly fit to continue for another round, this was the last in a long string of sessions for Zola. He simply had nothing left. Hell, he barely had that much within him before this all happened, and he burned the last few wells of stamina in trying to break free of Orochi’s spells. Once he was drifting into the afterglow of his orgasm, he couldn’t take anymore and his consciousness was fading in and out, only managing to stay awake out of stubbornness. 

Though she was disappointed, Orochi was at least satisfied for the time being. Even a weak orgasm was better than none. She did manage to get one extra thing out of Zola before he nearly blacked out completely. She heard him mumbling about destroying a book before he went silent. Letting go of the man’s ankles and lifting herself off his used and now useless body, Orochi could tell he was talking about the book she found while in here. 

For a moment, Orochi had a bit of a lapse in judgment. She had completely forgotten that she came here to dig up some dirt on Zola and report back to Hinoka with her findings. The spell that she found scribbled in the pages of the book in his room seemed like enough evidence to convince the princess of some sort of nefarious plot. 

Returning to the book that she had dropped earlier, Orochi browsed the pages for that unfamiliar magic again. It was unlike anything she had ever seen. So unique and mysterious but the applications for it were too good for it to simply be destroyed. It was then that she realized Zola’s importance in the creation of this kind of magic. If she were to rat him out to Hinoka, the princess would personally deal with him, most likely resulting in death and the secrets of this strange spell would be lost forever.

She couldn’t allow that to happen. Zola needed to stay alive so she could learn from him. She would devote herself to his protection from here on, even if it meant defying a royal order. For now, she would leave Zola as he was while she found a change of clothes. Then when the time was right, she would update Hinoka on her investigation. 

A Bit Later On…

“You’ve gotta be kidding me!” Hinoka nearly shouted in disbelief. 

Orochi shook her head and shrugged her shoulders. “I’m sorry, milady, but that’s the truth of it. Zola simply has nothing really worth incriminating him with.” 

Hinoka growled at the news. She was hoping for any excuse to throw that obviously treacherous Nohrian overboard and be done with him. Even though she trusted Orochi, she still had her suspicions. 

“Alright well… keep an eye on him. It’s possible you might have missed something. Sooner or later, he’ll slip up and we need eyes on him for when he does.” 

“Of course. I will continue my investigation.” Orochi placed her hands behind her back and bowed to her princess and let the frustrated woman take her leave. 

Hinoka turned and walked off in a huff, perhaps in search of someone to assist Orochi in her investigation. When she was far enough away, Orochi brought her hands back to her front and pointed a glowing finger at her princess. Before reporting back, Orochi had been studying Zola’s spell and made a few modifications to it and Hinoka would be her first test subject to see how it would work. 

As Hinoka walked away from Orochi, unaware of what was about to happen, she felt something in the back of her head. A sudden itch of some kind, like a bug bite that she just now noticed. The feeling quickly disappeared and instead, her eyes felt oddly dry for some reason. Stopping in her tracks, Hinoka rubbed her slightly irritated eyes and blinked a couple of times. 

“Is something the matter, Lady Hinoka?” Orochi asked with her hands behind her back again. 

“Y-Yeah, just got something in my eye.” 

“Oh? Do you need me to take a peek?” 

Hinoka turned to look at the diviner who already walked up to her without her asking to. 

“I’m sure it’s just a stray eyelash. No need to get so close…” She said, leaning away from Orochi’s slightly intrusive gaze. 

“Ah, of course. Pardon me, milady.” Orochi apologized. 

Hinoka blinked a few times and gave the woman an odd look but turned around and got back to… whatever she was doing. For some reason she was having a difficult time remembering what she set out to do after Orochi’s report. Oh well. She made a bit of a show of taking her leave so she might as well follow through. She’d think of whatever it was sooner or later. 

Once Hinoka was out of sight, a wicked grin stretched across Orochi’s face. When she got in close to see the princesses eyes, she saw her inner pupil change to reflect the spell cast on her. The spell was a success! Whatever power Zola had was hers now too! 

Now the question was, who else should she use it on and what fun could she have?

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“You all have fun! I’ll catch up with you all soon enough!” Orochi waved. 

The mischievous diviner had every intention of getting in on the fun, but she wanted to have a walk about the city. Until then, she turned her head towards Hinoka whom she had brought under her thrall thanks to the magic she learned from her master. 

“Alright, princess, I have a job for you.” Orochi whispered as she stood beside Hinoka.

“What is it?” Hinoka asked. 

“I want you to follow after Corrin and Rinkah and see what they’re up to.” 

“What should I do if I discover anything?” 

Orochi rubbed her chin as she thought it over. Once she had a good idea in her head, she had her trademark impish smile stretch across her face. “Why don’t you join them? No doubt they’ll be up to something… naughty~.”  

With the order given, Orochi sent off her agent of chaos with a firm spank on the buttocks before she turned in the opposite direction and walked off while her servant did her bidding.

Perhaps she could keep him occupied while she tended to her own activities…

Elsewhere in the city of Cyrkensia, Orochi hadn’t taken the trip to the hotel where the rest of the army was staying in lieu of traveling to the local library. After being exposed to her master’s quirky Nohrian spell and utilizing it herself to ensnare Princess Hinoka, she wanted to see if there was anything she could research on the subject. While it was neutral territory, Nestra was culturally closer to Nohr than Hoshido. Surely, she could find a tome or two on the kind of magic she was dealing with. And with that knowledge, find new ways to screw around with her master for her own amusement. 

When Orochi arrived at the library, she had nearly forgotten her state of dress. While she wore a skimpy, exposing outfit where her breasts, crotch and ass were out on full display, the illusory magic that Zola cast on her for decency was still in effect. Even so, she waltzed in, not even caring about the slight chill in the air. It was thanks to that magic that she was able to move about the place without drawing too much attention anyway. 

Orochi flitted from one side of the library to the other, collecting numerous books that focused on Nohrian sorcery. For a general library, she found more than she would have thought. What she had could serve as a great springboard for whatever nasty magical boons she could develop. 

Leaving her already impressive stack of books in one lonely corner where nobody could bother her, Orochi ventured back to the shelves to find another book or two before she sat down to really put her nose to the pages. As she passed from shelf to shelf, the diviner caught sight of something that made her stop in her tracks and back up to see if her eyes were fooling her. 

Amazingly, she was not mistaken. In the middle of some of the shelves, Orochi spotted a girl wearing some inappropriate clothing. Or, depending on one’s perspective, it was appropriate for the profession, just not the body that wore it. A girl who looked a full head shorter than her with waist-length curly raven-black hair was reaching for a book on one of the higher shelves. Her attire was the same as that of a Nohrian dark mage. That is to say, it barely passed for something between a swimsuit and sexy lingerie. 

After pondering what someone of that age would be doing studying the dark arts, that’s when it finally hit Orochi who exactly she just encountered. It had to be none other than Nyx, the sorceress whose power was spoken of in hushed voices across the kingdoms of Nohr AND Hoshido. Supposedly, she was incredibly gifted in magic, so gifted that she unlocked the secret behind eternal youth. Or at least, that was how the stories went. There were multiple accounts of Nyx’s prowess dating back several decades. Her history was extensive enough that she was slinging spells before Orochi was even born, and she wasn’t exactly a spring chicken. 

Blessing her lucky stars, Orochi HAD to go in and speak with her. She would never get a chance like this again! Walking into the same aisle as the shorter woman, Orochi reached for the shelf that Nyx was trying to reach and grabbed the book that it seemed like she was trying to get. She couldn’t simply hand it over to her, though. 

“Were you looking for this, little one? ” Orochi asked condescendingly. 

Nyx’s face immediately soured upon hearing her being called that in addition to needing someone else to reach for it as if she were some helpless child. When she turned to look at the person who grabbed the tome for her, her expression changed from one of annoyance to one of shock. 

“...Who are you and why are you dressed like that?” Nyx asked. 

“Dressed like what?” Orochi asked back, completely ignoring the first question. 

Nyx eyed the person before her up and down, her analytical gaze easily seeing through the charade. “You can’t fool me with low level spells like that.” 

With a wave of her hand, Nyx managed to dispel whatever illusion was cast on this person and her outfit beneath was exposed, as well as her body. 

Once the spell had dissipated, Orochi smiled wide. To have seen through it so quickly, this HAD to be Nyx. 

“Well, aren’t you quite the gifted mage~.” The diviner said, insisting on teasing her. 

“Hmph.” Nyx huffed, brushing off the obvious attempt to rile her up. If anything, her outfit was doing a better job of that than her words. “If you’re finished making a fool of yourself, would you kindly hand that book over to me?” The youthful looking mage held her hand out, expecting it to be handed over. 

“Hmm. Maybe I will, if you’ll indulge me for a minute.” Orochi replied. She continued to tease Nyx by holding the book out of reach.

“Tch. Impertinent whelp…” Nyx grumbled beneath her breath. 

“Now, now. A lady as young as you shouldn’t develop such crass language.” Orochi wagged her finger. 

“Shut up.” Nyx fired back. “Just ask what you want to ask so we can get this over with already.” 

Orochi’s giggle could have sent a chill down anyone else’s spine, but Nyx had seen a lot in this world. Too much to be intimidated by some whippersnapper’s mischievous grin.

“Alright, if you insist on cutting to the chase.” Orochi replied. “I have a bit of a fascination with Nohrian magic, you see. And it just so happens that I’ve come across something quite interesting.” 

Nyx crossed her arms, utterly uninterested in the conversation. 

“Let’s not mince words here; I know exactly who you are. You’re no ordinary mage.” Orochi said, her tone quickly shifting from playful to serious. “Someone like you ought to be able to help me understand this spell more and maybe even refine it.” 

“And what do I get out of helping a total stranger? …Besides the book you’re currently withholding from me?” Nyx asked. 

“What better reward is there than expanding the field of magical studies?” Orochi asked back, returning to her playful demeanor. 

“...I’m out of here.” Nyx bluntly replied. She turned her back on Orochi and walked in the other direction, seeing as there was nothing of value to be offered. 

“Huh?? W-Wait!” Orochi reached her hand out to stop the girl. “Don’t leave! Here, I’ll even hand over this book you’re looking for!” 

Nyx stopped in her tracks and stood still for a few seconds. She really did need that book and even though she had all the time in the world, finding another copy would have been tedious. In the end, she decided it was worth dealing with this person if only so she could get what she needed sooner than later. 

The moment Nyx turned around to face Orochi, she was met with a bolt of magic striking her, the flash temporarily irritating her eyes. 

“Gotcha~.” Orochi whispered. She wasn’t above using sneaky tactics to get her way. With this spell developed by her master, now she held dominion over Nohr’s most powerful living dark mage! She was never going to let her get away and pass up that opportunity! 

“ Grrr. You’re REALLY starting to get on my nerves!” Nyx shouted after rubbing her eyes. Her vision was blurry for a moment, but thankfully began to clear up quickly.

Orochi looked into the shorter girl’s eyes to see if the spell had taken hold and sure enough, she could see the mark of the hex in her eyes! At least, she did for a moment. The symbol, present in the pupils, which was supposed to be permanent and viewable by the caster seemed to just… fade away. One moment it was there, the next, it vanished. Did it even work?

Confused as to how that spell seemingly failed, Orochi was taken by surprise when she was struck by a bolt of magic from Nyx this time, launching her back and into a shelf, where several books fell and landed on her. 

Orochi looked up while tenderly rubbing her head only to notice Nyx standing before her and looking down at her. The only thing she saw in her eyes were the clear signs that she was fully fed up with her antics. 

“What kind of magic have you been delving into, you novice?” Nyx asked, still looking quite angry. “You know who I am yet you think you could trap me with a poorly conceived hex like that?” 

“Heh. It wasn’t me who made it. My Nohrian master was the one who did.” Orochi answered. 

Nyx scoffed. “Pfft. If you’ve been enchanted by this trash, you must have a weak constitution.” 

“Then you see now why I need help with improving it.” 

Nyx eyed the woman below her and really analyzed her. Obviously she was under the influence of the spell she just tried to cast on her and by the way she was dressed beneath the admittedly decent illusion that disguised her real clothes, her master must be… quite the character. The outfit alone gave her a good idea of the kind of person they could be. 

If her master was *that* kind of person, then Nyx reasoned she could use that to her advantage and maybe get some information out of this overzealous nudist. With her comparatively smaller stature towering over Orochi’s floored self, Nyx raised one of her legs, lifting her foot out of her high heels and slammed it against Orochi’s face, pinning her head against the bookshelf she had her back towards. 

“How about you tell me a little more about this master of yours, then?” Nyx demanded as she grinded her foot into Orochi’s cheek. 

None of this was particularly intimidating for Orochi. She actually had the audacity to smile through it while she had her face pinned down. 

“Typical Nohrian. Always quick to incorporate feet into your perverse little games~.” Orochi teased. 

Nyx only scowled at the response and answered in kind by forcing her toes into Orochi’s mouth to get her to shut up. 

“Don’t compare me to whatever kind of gutter rat your sick ‘master’ is.” Nyx indignantly said. Then again, if they had their subordinate dressed this way, she could hardly be surprised. 

…Only for her to be surprised anyway when she could feel Orochi sucking on her toes!

The dark mage quickly retracted her foot and stared in awe at the woman before her. No way she just did that on purpose, right? How unflappable could one get? 

“Oh, please, don’t stop now.” Orochi teased again, this time winking at the befuddled sorcerer after she fell bad a little bit. 

In a way, Nyx was actually impressed and at her age with decades of worldly experience, that wasn’t easy to do. That boldness of youth was something she admired. And if she were being truly honest with herself, this braggadocious brat did look rather hot in that skimpy getup beneath her illusory threads. 

Pulling her toes from Orochi’s mouth, Nyx reared her foot back for a moment then slammed it again into the woman’s stomach. 

“ Oof! ” Orochi heaved from the strike. 

A wry grin spread across Nyx’s face at the satisfying gut-punch… or kick as it were. She didn’t rest on that satisfaction for long though and she soon began to move her foot southward between Orochi’s legs. 

“Wh-Whoa…” Orochi huffed. “You’re rather bold to reach there in a place like this.” 

“I don’t think you’re in a better position to say such things.” Nyx replied, never losing her smirk. 

“Fair enough…” Orochi nodded back. 

With Orochi’s outfit being as open as it was, Nyx had free access to the woman’s netherregions and pressed the bottom of her big toe against her notably slick vulva. WIth subtle little movements, she teased the debaucherous woman’s slit and was able to draw a few whimpering moans from her. 

Despite them being in a public and semi crowded library, Nyx continued pushing the boundary of acceptability when she inserted her toe inside of Orochi and foot-fucked her pussy. The diviner found herself unwilling to stop the mage and simply enjoyed the moment, regardless of its absurdity. She still wasn’t quite certain if her attempt to hex Nyx had actually worked but either way, she was feeling good enough to not feel too worried about it. 

Nyx progressively inserted more of her foot inside of Orochi and toe-fucked her without any regard for the wider public. Indeed, as things got more heated, Orochi’s moans of pleasure began to ring out through the aisles of bookshelves to the point that bystanders could tell some nefarious or lewd activities were definitely happening in the usually quiet corner of the building. None of them had the courage or curiosity to investigate or intervene, so they either had to deal with the sex noises or leave entirely. 

Orochi, entirely cognisant of the fact that they weren’t the only ones in the library, leaned into the act and let her moans ring out even more passionately. 

“Ooh! Yes! Fuck me with those filthy Nohrian feet~!” She called out. 

Somehow, despite not really being into this sort of thing… publicly anyway… Nyx was really getting into it. With a swish of one glowing hand, she rid herself of her mage vestments and stood above Orochi fully naked and played with her petit nipples while she continued to penetrate the comparatively novice spellcaster. 

Seeing how Nyx was fully embracing the energy in the room, Orochi cupped her own, larger bust and toyed with them to further add to her pleasure. It was hard to believe all of this was entirely happening from Nyx’s own agency, yet she clearly saw that the hex hadn’t properly taken root within her, if at all. Her eyes were clear and determined and her body moved with sincerity, not a single ounce of manipulation appeared present. 

After sufficiently teasing the previously arrogant woman, Nyx withdrew her wet toes from within Orochi’s snatch and once again pressed them against her face. 

“Do a good job of cleaning up the mess you made and maybe I’ll reward you.” She demanded. 

Desperate from the sudden withdrawal and right when she felt herself starting to really get into it, Orochi quickly fell in line and slathered her tongue all over the mage’s toes, licking up her juices and sucking on each one individually to her satisfaction. Nyx looked down upon the desperate woman, her cocky grin as wide as ever. More and more, she was starting to get a picture in her head about the kind of person this woman’s “master” was if their pupil was so eager and practiced in something like this. 

When she felt that Orochi had done enough, Nyx pulled her foot away and planted it firmly on the ground. Orochi had clearly been left wanting for something inside her because one of her hands was reaching down between her legs to rub her moist pussy and fill it with her fingers in absence of the mage’s feet. 

“Ah-ah-ah.” Nyx tutted. With another swish of her hand, she restrained both of Orochi’s hands, pinning them to the semi empty shelf behind her. “I never said you could pleasure yourself when you finished, did I?” 

Orochi huffed in response. “I’m not going to beg for it.” 

“I wasn’t going to make you, anyway.” Nyx replied. She would have tossed in a line about how she wasn’t like Orochi’s master, but wasn’t confident she knew enough to make a bold claim like that. Instead, she let her actions speak for her.

With Orochi clearly not being shy about wanting more, Nyx didn’t tease her or draw things out any longer. Both of them were horny and needed release, so she simply knelt down before the woman and reached for one of her legs, hoisting it up over one of her shoulders. Then she hooked one of her own over Orochi’s other leg and moved in until both of their pink folds were kissing each other. With her now properly in position, Nyx grinded and scissored her pussy against Orochi’s and fucked here right there on the library floor. 

If the noise before wasn’t bothering everyone in the area, it certainly was now. Both ladies threw their heads back and allowed their voices to ring out unrestrained above the shelves of the library. Moans of pleasure and obscenities, mostly from Orochi, could be heard from all over. In spite of all that, anyone who had any important business or studies to attend to had to stay and weather the storm of fucking, cursing and the sound of a shelf being repeatedly rammed, followed by the tumbling of books onto the floor. 

Orochi was losing her mind over Nyx’s apparent mastery over the female body. Then again, she was significantly older than even herself. The experience and knowledge had to come from somewhere. She was practically writing on the floor while this half-pint mage asserted herself so easily. Her skills with restraining targets weren’t nearly as quick as this. 

Nyx bit her lip as she concentrated on scissoring the impudent woman. Her sleight of hand with magic was covertly aiding in her efforts. The magic she used wasn’t just pinning her arms to the bookshelf; It magnified any pleasure the two of them experienced all throughout. 

During all their gyration and messy grinding, the two of them were practically opposites with their expressions. Orochi was loud, moaning and yelling at the top of her lungs. Meanwhile, Nyx remained stoic with only light gasping and the occasional moan passing her lips. Both of them were an entangled, sweaty, shivering knot as they kept thrusting against each other, emboldened by the Nohrian’s magic to reach their messy climax as quickly as possible. 

“F-Fuuuck… Why are you so good at this…?” Orochi hissed as her head slumped back against the bookshelf. 

Nyx chose not to answer. She simply reached out with one hand to grab at one of the woman’s perky tits and give her tender nipple a nice little twist. 

“AAAHH~!” Orochi shouted. Her eyes were watering at the near overstimulation she experienced. 

Both women were flushed pink and sweating profusely as they reached the edge. Their hips kept moving fast against each other, producing so much feminine fluids between the two that the carpeted floor beneath them had been stained dark from it. 

At last, they both came and they writhed in the throes of sweaty passion while their satisfied moans filled the air. For now, they were left panting for breath, thoroughly spent from such a rough and messy encounter that neither really planned. Mercifully, this also meant that all the deranged sex noises stopped, so the other people in the library had a moment of peace to return to their studies… for now. 

Nyx separated herself from Orochi and both of them laid sprawled out on the floor, legs still somewhat entangled with each other. Their ragged breaths were proof of how wild things had gotten, probably a step too far than what either were anticipating. It took several minutes of them catching their breaths before one of them was able to sit up and properly withdraw from the other. 

The Nohrian mage stood up on her shaky feet, cunt still dripping into the carpet and looked down at the blushing face of this mysterious woman. 

“Well… I wasn’t expecting this when I woke up this morning…” Nyx spoke raspily while sweeping her sweaty, feathered hair out of her face. 

“Heh… This is how I started my morning.” Orochi replied. 

Nyx clicked her tongue. It seemed safe to assume her “master” was responsible for that. Actually, now that she was a bit more clear-headed, what the hell was this person even doing here in the first place? 

Before undoing the restraint spell, Nyx walked over to the book that Orochi had been keeping from her and took it into her arms. With one flick of her wrist, she restored her dark mage attire over her naked body and with another, she released Orochi’s arms from their magical bindings. The taller woman picked herself up from the floor and rubbed both of her wrists, happy to have control over them again. 

“Alright, you. Care to share with me what your interference with my work was about?” Nyx asked. She held the book close to her chest and was prepared to send the woman through the wall if she tried to take it again. 

“Certainly~.” Orochi cheerily replied. “To start with, you can call me Orochi. I don’t think I ever did introduce myself.” 

Nyx rolled her eyes seeing as she directly asked who Orochi was, only to have her question sidestepped. 

“As for what I’m doing here, I wanted to learn more about that hex my master developed. The one I tried to use on you that apparently seems to have failed.” 

“Riiight.” Nyx tapped a finger on the spine of her book. “What even was that? It was such a feeble spell that I have no clue what its purpose was.” 

“From my understanding, it appears to be some kind of obedience spell. Anyone who is targeted by it is under the suggestion of the caster. Or that’s how it should be, anyway.” 

Nyx nodded in understanding. A brainwashing spell. Not uncommon in Nohr, though only used by the lowest of low lives. 

“And what do you plan on doing with nefarious magic like that?” Nyx asked. 

Orochi shrugged her shoulders and offered a half-smile. “I simply want to mess around with my master.” Then she giggled, as if something like this were an absolute joke. 

“So, what? Trying to pull me under your thrall is some playful stunt on your part?” 

“Maaybe~.” 

Nyx groaned. Seeing someone treat this kind of magic like it was a toy was aggravating. The younger generation of mages these days have no respect for the arcane arts… Whoever “Orochi’s” master was, they deserved a swift kick in the pants for fooling around with something like this. 

Actually…

“Listen here, you.” Nyx curtly spoke. “Whatever it was you tried to use on me? It’s can be dangerous if put in the wrong hands, and you and your master don’t quite strike me as the upstanding sort.” 

“Does that mean you won’t help me? Because if not, I–”

“I’m not done.” Nyx interrupted. “I’ll help you, but only so far as making this reckless hackjob more stable. In exchange, I want you to take me to your master. I need to see what kind of person they are first hand and if they can be trusted with this sort of thing.” 

“Done.” Orochi immediately agreed. Besides, if Nyx was going to prove to be troublesome, she could always use the improved spell to make her obedient anyway. She held her hand out to seal the deal with a handshake. 

Nyx cautiously returned the gesture and shook hands. She kept her guard up though, as her short time knowing Orochi told her that she had a mischievous streak miles long. 

The two of them made their way out of the little secluded corner of the library, grabbing various books from the shelves around them to begin their research. As they walked into the main lobby, all eyes from the people still around were on them, yet they simply walked about as if they didn’t just fuck each others brains out for all the world to hear a few minutes ago. 

From one corner to another, Orochi and Nyx began sifting through pages among the heavy books they gathered to begin finding ways to improve and refine this oddly cobbled together hex. Of course, Orochi had to be the one to deviate from the mission she herself had set out to do and had been jotting down notes for a myriad of other strange spells that she was introduced to. Nohrian magic really was in a class of its own compared to the Hoshidan spells she practiced. She never would have imagined having the opportunity to study it, especially with someone who was probably the most practiced in the craft. 

After scribbling down several pages of notes, Orochi looked back at all of her writings and smiled a most devious grin. Her eyes were sparkling at what she just came up with and could only giggle at the kind of stuff she could get up to with this. Especially when it came to messing around with her dear master Zola.

Nyx looked up from one of the many books she was reading to see Orochi looking quite pleased with herself. 

“Got something you’d like to share?” Nyx asked rhetorically. 

Orochi wondered if she should even tell Nyx about her little side project. After all, they were supposed to be working on something different. Her choice was stripped away from her, however, as Nyx levitated her notepad out of her hand with a simple spell and brought it to her own. 

The Nohrian mage’s eyes scanned the page and already she could see what Orochi was up to. In the margins of the pages, her ideas and plans were plainly and quite literally spelled out for her. 

“Body modification? Seriously?” Nyx asked again with an unimpressed stare. 

“I thought it would be funny.” Orochi admitted. At this point, what did she even have to hide?

Nyx looked at the notes again. For someone who had only been looking into this stuff for a few hours, Orochi’s notes were quite comprehensive. She even drew little pictures of what the desired effect would look like. Needless to say, Nyx was… fascinated. That would be one way of putting it. 

Orochi stared back at her study buddy with a wide grin, expecting some kind of acknowledgement of her work. 

 Nyx looked back down at the notes for a minute longer, then back up at Orochi. By the look on her face, she could tell what kind of response she was expecting. With a sigh, Nyx returned the notepad and rolled her eyes “Do you want some help?” 

“I thought you’d never ask!” Orochi quickly replied. “Don’t worry, I’ve already done most of the work.” 

Nyx raised a brow at the statement. “Then what help would you possibly need?” 

“A test subject!” 

“If you think I’ll allow you to cast another spell on me, you’re–”

“Zap!” Orochi vocalized as she pointed her index finger and shot a bolt of magic at Nyx. 

The dark mage clenched her eyes shut, expecting another blinding flash like the last one and only opened one eye when she was sure it was over. At first, nothing seemed to change and she didn’t experience anything different mentally. She was as clear headed as ever, if not a little bit annoyed, but at this point, that appeared to be her normal. 

Moments passed and Nyx still didn’t respond. Orochi did spot what she thought was a faint blush on her cheeks. She couldn’t help but smile, knowing what the outcome ought to have been. 

“Well?” The diviner asked, leaning in towards Nyx’s direction. 

Nyx huffed and stood up from her seat. Without saying a word, she reached down to grip the bottoms of her attire and pull it down to her knees. Lo and behold, a penis that wasn’t there before sprouted from her groin and hung between her thighs. 

“A-ha! Success!” Orochi cheered and clapped. 

Nyx stared down at her new appendage. She poked at it with her index finger and found it to be quite sensitive. Magic of this magnitude took serious time to create and a lot of skill to actually pull off. 

“Tell me, Orochi, were you even finding ways to improve your other hex at any point?” Nyx asked. 

“Of course I was.” Orochi replied with a fake scoff, pretending to be offended. “I just got side tracked… for a few hours.” 

For what felt like the hundredth time that day, Nyx sighed roughly at this woman’s chaotic nature. 

“Well, your little project is a success. Now undo it so I can get back to work in peace.” Nyx ordered. 

Orochi wagged a finger at the mage. “Hold on, First we should test to see if it’s in perfect working condition.” 

“Is this not proof enough? Look at it!” Nyx swayed her hips side to side to demonstrate her penis was indeed real and the spell worked, causing the newly made phallus to flop around. 

“The spell isn’t what I’m referring to~.” Orochi giggled with a sinister grin. 

Raising one foot off the floor, the divine pressed her sole against Nyx’s stomach and pushed her back in her seat. Before the mage had a chance to ask what the deal was, she felt something surround her new package. Her eyes widened when she quickly realized that Orochi was starting to rub her dick with her two bare feet! 

“Wh-What is with you!?” Nyx nearly shouted. Her face was blushing a deep red as she felt her sensitive prick roll between two sets of toes. 

“I’m only returning the favor you so generously offered me before~.” Orochi replied. 

Nyx grasped the sides of her chair and gripped tightly while the pads of Orochi’s bare feet massaged her cock. The feeling it gave her was unlike anything she felt with her womanhood. The tightness that stretched at her newly formed cock skin gave this throbbing feeling that felt somewhat alarming but in no way bad. As she achieved her first erection, she wondered if the thing between her legs would grow continuously. She wouldn’t put it past someone like Orochi. It did, however, reach its apex at a moderate five full inches, which seemed appropriate for her body type. She couldn’t help but wonder if Orochi planned that as well. 

The diviner was delighted to see her comrade reacting about as well as she had hoped. The blushing face and slightly sweaty forehead told her that the thing attached to her was the real deal and had sensation just as if she were born with it. She wouldn’t be happy with just the surface level confirmation, though. She wanted to make sure it was functional in every sense of the word. 

As dollops of clear pre-cum began to drip from the head of Nyx’s cock, the mage squirmed in her seat while trying not to get too noisy. It wasn’t easy, considering how damn good it felt to have a pair of feet massaging her this way. 

“Heh. As I suspected, all of you Nohrians really ARE horny for feet~.” Orochi teased. 

Nyx couldn’t even object to the blatantly false claim. Not when she was smoldering from the flames of lust radiating through her body. She was content to let Orochi run her mouth if it meant she’d bring her to a climax any way she chose. 

While her feet were busy, Orochi used her hands to once again utilize her new spell and aimed it directly at herself. Her finger fired a bolt of magic at her own crotch and right before her eyes, she saw the flesh of her groin morph and twist into a dick of her own within seconds and an extra inch longer and thicker than Nyx’s to boot. 

With her new tool fully formed, Orochi grasped her shaft with one hand and began to masturbate with instinctive, precision movements. Now she was able to experience a whole new kind of bliss in addition to her usual methods. 

Once again, the library was filled with the sounds of two women’s lustful moans echoing from some corner that no one wanted to check out. Actually, no one wanted to stick around anymore. By this point, once the second round of whatever was going on back there started, anyone who wanted to preserve their sanity just packed up and left. 

“Holy… Never would have suspected how good this feels…!” Orochi gasped out. Her hand was moving quite fast on her cock, though she never let up on pleasuring Nyx either. 

Nyx was arching off her chair, teeth tightly clenched and eyes nearly rolled back. She was on the verge of cumming faster than she ever experienced before. Every beat of her heart made the veins in her cock bulge. Every stroke and squeeze from Orochi’s feet sent more pulses of pleasure radiating through her body. The pressure continually built up inside of her until she couldn’t take it anymore!

At least, the dark mage had reached her breaking point and with one blind thrust into Orochi’s foot-grip, her cock expelled its first orgasm. Several ropes of hot sticky cum were sent flying into the air before it spilled back down all over herself and Orochi’s toes. The incredible orgasm was enough to make Nyx feel weary afterwards, until she could only slump in her chair, unable to move herself after that. 

And that was the last thing Orochi needed to confirm before she was satisfied; Seeing if these new magical cocks were capable of ejaculation. She was quite pleased with her skills that she managed to make it work perfectly. 

But that was enough patting herself on the back. Now she wanted to experience the same. Of course, Nyx deserved a little more extra love with her being such a great test subject. Pulling her sticky, cum-covered feet away from the mage’s still twitching shaft, Orochi got off of her chair and onto her knees before her exhausted colleague. 

Nyx was in a slightly dazed state as her afterglow washed over her, but she was roused back to alertness when she felt her new cock experience a surge of sensation again. Looking down at her lap, she saw Orochi sitting in front of her with her mouth fully engulfing her dick. 

“Wha…?” Nyx barely asked. She only received a wink from the diviner for her response. 

Orochi bobbed her head on Nyx’s cock and swirled her tongue around her shaft, licking up all that semen she pumped out of her. The bitter taste of her jizz combined with the faintest traces of her own bare feet hung on her tongue as she sucked off the mage. While her lips were busy, her hands never left her own shaft and she continued to stroke off all the while. 

Nyx grit her teeth and threw her head against the back of the chair. Her vision was starting to go blurry from the insane rush of pleasure surging through her. Even when she blew her load, she was still highly sensitive to touch and Orochi took full advantage of that. Her fingers dug into the edge of her seat, leaving small gouges in the wood as she scraped her nails across it. She already felt like she was going to cum again, barely a minute after the first. 

The diviner moaned even with her mouth stuffed with cock, further adding to Nyx’s pleasure with the vibrations of her voice. Her own cock pulsed in her grip, ready to expend its payload any moment now. She didn’t need any kind of magic to enhance her pleasure at all, simply jerking off this way was enough for her. After another half minute of working her shaft and sucking someone off, she too finally came and spilled her seed into the carpeted floor underneath the chair Nyx sat upon. Nearly at the same moment, Nyx came a second time, filling Orochi’s cheeks with her newly developed sperm and slumping uselessly in her seat afterwards, fully succumbing to her exhaustion. 

After swallowing as much as she could, Orochi leaned back and fell flat on the floor, also worn out from cumming twice, from two different genitals, no less. The last few ropes of cum from herself and Nyx squirted over her prone body, leaving her with white warm streaks across her exposed stomach and breasts. 

Both women breathed heavily in their respective positions, heads aching from all of the action. Neither of them experienced such fatigue in a while. Likely a side effect of the magic they were dabbling in. Surely this would require further research. After several minutes of panting, they both collected their composure and wiped their sweaty foreheads. 

“What a strange experiment…” Nyx huffed after fixing her slightly messy hair. 

“But definitely one worth exploring.” Orochi giggled. 

“If you say so. Now hurry up and do away with it. I’ve had quite enough of being your guinea pig.” 

Orochi nervously scratched her chin as she sat up. “Yeeeah, about that…” 

The dark mage’s expression turned dour- well, MORE dour- upon hearing those words. 

“If the next words out of your mouth are ‘it can’t be undone’ then I will strangle you right here and now.” 

“Relax, no need to get violent.” Orochi assured. “It can be undone… I just don’t know how to.” 

Nyx color dropped a shade or two when she realized the ramifications of such a thing. Her eye twitched at the thought of having a dick for the rest of her life. How difficult it would be to wear her ordinary clothes with it bulging for the world to see!

To avoid her fate of being choked out in public, or at least the public that remained, Orochi quickly got up from the floor and held up her notepad. “Look, if I just continue to research this spell, I’m sure I can find a way to reverse it, alright? It’s not like I’m thrilled about being stuck with this thing any more than you are.”

Bold faced lies. 

“Uuugh…” Nyx groaned. She pinched the bridge of her nose, utterly dumbfounded how she had the misfortune of running into someone so ludicrously shortsighted today of all days. 

“I’ll find a way to fix it, I promise.” Orochi spoke again. “For now, let’s just keep doing what we were doing. It doesn’t change the fact that we still have stuff to study and research, right?” 

“...I hate you…” Nyx mumbled. 

The pair studied far into the night. The library had long since closed but the proprietor didn’t want to be anywhere near the two freaks who turned the place into their personal den of sin. They simply left and prayed the building wouldn’t be burned to the ground or something. 

Eventually, Orochi and Nyx did wrap up their research, gathered their large pile of notes and left. They had made great progress on the spell that Orochi’s master Zola had created, enhancing its potency and effectiveness. Nyx, however, was smart enough to make sure the spell wouldn’t affect herself. Knowing Orochi, she suspected a second attempt to turn her into her slave and took steps to prevent that. 

As they walked the streets of Nestra, Orochi managed to convince Nyx to meet with her master. While skeptical the whole time, Nyx did eventually assent to her request, if only to see what her “master” was like. The walk for them was more awkward for one over the other. Nyx’s fears of having a big bulge in her very skimpy shorts had come through and had to carry her share of notes crotch level so random passersby wouldn’t stop and stare at her package. 

Meanwhile, Orochi let her cock swing free between her legs, not a care in the world. Her illusory clothing spell which cloaked her nudity allowed her to be that bold, though. As they approached the temporary living quarters of the army, Orochi had a curious look in her eye, one that Nyx took note of.

“You look like you’ve got something you want to say.” The dark mage declared. 

Orochi smiled and shook her head. “Oh, just thinking about our new, uh, additions, is all.” 

“What now? Trying to develop a spell to make yours larger or something?” 

“Not quite. I was thinking more along the lines of functionality, that’s all.” 

“What more could you want? It does all the things expected of the organ.” 

Orochi pressed her fingers together as a thought crossed her mind. 

“Hey, Nyx, you want to try one more test for me?” She asked. 

“Not really, no.” Nyx immediately shot her down. 

“Oh, come on! At least hear what I have to say!” 

Nyx rolled her eyes and sighed. “...Go on…” 

“Yay!” The diviner practically skipped as she walked. “First, a question; You wouldn’t happen to need to use the bathroom, would you?” 

Nyx immediately knew what Orochi was getting at. Her face quickly turned red, possibly out of embarrassment, possibly anger, most likely both. 

She stopped immediately in her tracks to shout “Absolutely not! I’ve had enough of debasing myself for your entertainment for one lifetime!” She ended up drawing some attention to themselves. 

Orochi put her hands up defensively, ignoring the stares. “Okay, okay! That’s a no! I understand!” 

After a minute of awkward silence, the tension died down and the people around them simply continued on with their evening. 

Walking a few yards away from where they were, Nyx, still blushing madly, grumbled under her breath, “If you want to test that out so badly, do it yourself…” 

“Ah, good idea!” The diviner said, pretending as if it was the first time she thought of that. Grabbing Nyx by the arm, she rushed her over to an alley between two buildings. “There’s a good place to try it out! Do me a favor and be a lookout, will ya? And no peeking~!” 

“Why would I– Let go of– Gods, you’re annoying!!” Nyx yelled as she was being dragged along for yet ANOTHER of Orochi’s whimsical experiments. 

After that little detour, the two ladies arrived at the hotel where Corrin’s army had been put up. Orochi was able to get in easily enough and made her way to the room she was told Corrin was sleeping in. Upon their arrival, Orochi placed her ear against the door, expecting some action to be taking place. To her surprise, it was dead quiet there. Gripping the knob, she turned it and opened the door as silently as she could and led Nyx inside. 

Upon entering, the two of them were treated to quite the sight. Three women and a man were resting on the large bed in the center of the room, clearly having finished engaging in some passionate lovemaking of some form or another. The view made both Nyx and Orochi quite flustered. A mountain of naked bodies before them? Three of them being especially attractive? How could they NOT react to that?

Orochi leaned to the side to whisper into Nyx’s ear “Okay, follow my lead~.” 

Nyx nodded and followed closely behind her.

As they drew closer, they could tell that the only man involved seemed to be awake and fully aware of their presence. That’s when Orochi decided to put on some dramatic flare for her “master.”

“Well, well, well. Looks like my teacher’s been quite busy while I was away~.”

Chapter Text

After a long journey across the sea, the ship carrying the Nohrian army finally made landfall at the Kingdom of Nestra. The vessel docked at the city of Cyrkensia where the lively atmosphere made it seem like the ongoing war was a million miles away. Of course, for Zola, he was in a living hell no matter where he ended up. At the very least, he was on solid ground again rather than being shoved in some cramped cargo hold for weeks. 

“Oh, thank the Dusk Dragon…!” Zola cheered as he walked off the ramparts and fell to his knees, kissing the ground at his feet. 

The sight was certainly undignified for anyone who happened to see. Especially with him still in shackles and a chain around his neck being held by Corrin. She wasn’t particularly fond of putting her master on a leash but he begged her to do so to keep up appearances.

“Well, this is a first. Usually the master is the one holding the chains.” Orochi chuckled as she approached the pair. Being part of Zola’s accidental ring of servants, she too donned similarly slutty attire to Rinkah and Corrin. It mainly consisted of a bustier that made her exposed breasts look even perkier along with dark leggings. Other than that, she didn’t wear much else. Not even underwear. Of course to anyone who wasn’t under Zola’s spell, it just looked like she was wearing her ordinary outfit.

“I think he just likes being humiliated. Some ‘master’ he is.” Rinkah snidely remarked with a cocky grin.

Having become the latest to fall under Zola’s spell, the diviner was dressed in the same revealing outfit that Corrin and Rinkah wore. Of course, thanks to more illusion magic, no one outside of the current party could tell. As Rinkah and Orochi took their time trading playful barbs with their chained master, Corrin noticed Azura approaching them and waved her over. 

Upon her approach, the songstress noted Zola still in cuffs and chains but chose to ignore him for the time being. 

“Corrin, I have some news regarding our arrival here.” Azura spoke. 

“Oh? What is it?” The princess asked. 

“As I explained before, Cyrkensia is a common vacation spot for King Garon. Our travels here were for the sake of hopefully intercepting him and perhaps getting him to surrender.” 

Zola perked up at the news. He hadn’t heard about this before. Then again, no one ever told him anything. Just another part of having no respect within the Nohrian rank and file. But if what Azura was saying held any water, then it meant he had a potential way out of this living hell! 

“I’ve just been informed that we arrived much earlier than expected.” Azura continued. “It seems that Garon won’t be arriving here for a while yet.” 

Aaaand just like that, Zola’s enthusiasm sputtered like air escaping out of a balloon…

“So what will we do in the meantime?” Corrin asked. 

“I’ve already made arrangements for our stay in the city. There’s no shortage of hotels to house our army for the next few days or weeks if need be.” 

Corrin looked positively ecstatic to hear the news. “That’s great! You’re the best, Azura!” 

Azura offered a small smile and nodded her head. “You’ll find the area you’re staying at close to the opera house. Simply mention your name and they’ll accommodate you.” 

“You got it!” Corrin gave a thumbs up, amusingly, with the same hand she was holding Zola’s chain. 

Azura took one last look at the Nohrian mage who looked like he was in the middle of groveling and quickly turned to leave, waving goodbye before doing so. She was getting some seriously unpleasant vibes from the scrawny man and would prefer to keep a wide berth. 

Once Azura was out of earshot, Corrin turned to her companions. 

“Did you all hear that? A fancy hotel!” She parroted. 

“Ooh~. Sounds like a good place for us to spend time with our master.” Rinkah chuckled as she looked down at the pale man. “I say we go right now and enjoy this little vacation we’ve stumbled into.” 

“Definitely! Come on, master!” Corrin jovially exclaimed. She immediately ran off towards the direction Azura pointed her to. 

“W-Wait! No! NOOOOO!!” Zola yelled, doing his best to resist as he was nearly dragged off the pier, leaving scratch marks from his nails in the wood. 

“You all have fun! I’ll catch up with you all soon enough!” Orochi waved. 

The mischievous diviner had every intention of getting in on the fun, but she wanted to have a walk about the city. Until then, she turned her head towards Hinoka whom she had brought under her thrall thanks to the magic she learned from her master. Perhaps she could keep him occupied while she tended to her own activities… 

When Corrin arrived at the nearest hotel, she was guided to her room with Rinkah and especially Zola in tow. The interior was definitely luxurious, worthy of the reputation that the city of Nestra had earned. What really mattered, however, was the size of the bed and with a king sized mattress, it was more than enough to accommodate the princess and tribeswoman as they tossed their master onto it, stripped him of his clothes and had their way with him. 

Just as before, Zola found himself between Corrin and Rinkah, completely naked, but with the shackle around his neck still. Rinkah especially liked tugging at the chain and forcing him to lick her abs while teasing him about his apparent muscle fetish. Corrin, believing she already knew what her master liked, used her feet to stroke his penis while his tongue dragged across Rinkah’s toned stomach. There was little the mage could really do. Thanks to the shackle around his neck, he was forced to stay put and do whatever these brainwashed bimbos demanded of him. And somehow they thought THEY were the servants! 

As things progressed, a knock at the door caused all activity to stop abruptly. Without even getting up to answer, the door flung open, having taken a hard kick from whoever was on the other side. And just who would it be that so rudely barged in? That would be Princess Hinoka. 

Seeing the fiery redhead catch him in bed with her little sister made Zola’s blood run ice cold. This was it, he thought. This is how he would die. Caught fooling around with women he didn’t even like or want to be with while clapped in chains. A truly miserable end…

“I knew you were up to something!” Hinoka shouted, extending an accusatory finger. She stomped towards the trio after slamming the door shut. 

Zola was ready to beg for his life and explain that he was the victim in all this, but he held his tongue when he noticed the kind of outfit Hinoka was wearing. She wasn’t dressed in her usual Sky Knight uniform at all. She wore something more risque yet familiar. As he examined the angry redhead, Zola realized that she wore the exact same outfit that Orochi opted to wear; A bustier and leggings, but hers was a bright red color, which contrasted Orochi’s deep purple. 

“I never would have suspected you would try to seduce my sister, you filthy bottom feeder…” Hinoka said, staring daggers at the hapless mage. “I should bring word of this to Ryoma. He would deal with you swiftly and painfully.” 

At this point, Zola didn’t know what would be a worse way to die; Having his skull caved in by repeated kicks to the head from Hinoka, or being sliced into ribbons and flash fried by Ryoma’s lightning-charged sword. 

“Oh, he’s harmless~.” Rinkah chimed in. “Just look at him. Does our master seem like the kind of man who could seduce us?” She asked with a hand still gripping his head and forcing his face into her rock-hard abs. 

Hinoka’s skeptical look told the tribe woman what her answer was. 

“Relax, big sis, we’re just having a little fun. Don’t be a party pooper.” Corrin added. Her feet were still casually wanking him off even as she made direct eye contact with her elder sibling. 

The older princess almost pouted at the innocent jab her sister hurled her way. Her expression quickly changed, though, from pouty to one of disgust as she watched Corrin’s toes curled around Zola’s cock and stroking it. 

“Pfeh. I see the rumors of Nohrians being degenerates who even get aroused at the idea of bare feet rings true…” She scoffed. 

Zola immediately felt the need to object but figured if he kept his mouth shut, he’d have a better chance of not getting his guts ripped out. 

“It’s true. He’s a pervert, just like all Nohrians.” Rinkah supported Hinoka’s claim. “He’s not without hope, though. Turns out he’s got some good taste when it comes to muscles.” Whether she meant that literally or figuratively was unclear seeing as how his tongue was still pressed against her abs. Not that she gave him much of a choice in the matter. 

Hinoka pursed her lips and looked upon the treacherous sorcerer, thinking about the best course of punishment. Obviously she should inform Ryoma and sit back while he flays Zola alive. And she would do that! But before then, she was feeling particularly vindictive towards him for constantly dodging her every move as she investigated him. 

It would serve you right if I told Ryoma about this and ended the charade. Before that, you deserve to be punished as the vermin you clearly are.” Hinoka stated. She stepped towards the trio and hopped onto the large bed. 

To Corrin’s chagrin, her foot was pried off of her master’s penis and tossed aside. She had to watch while her sister then crawled forward on the bed and straddled Zola’s hips, forcing her vagina right up against his rigid shaft. She wasn’t sure what her big sister’s game was, but she was kind of into it. 

“Instead of being attracted to feet, you at least deserve to know what it’s like to experience the better parts of the female form.” Hinoka said. 

She grabbed her bustier with both hands and cleanly pulled it apart, revealing her muscular abs underneath. They were almost as well defined as Rinkah’s, a testament to her years of training. Even the Flame Tribe scion had to admit how good she looked, though not out loud. 

The Hoshidan Princess quickly mounted the Nohrian mage, lowering herself onto his shaft and riding him immediately. She wasted no time on foreplay or anything of the sort. Besides, he seemed to have gotten plenty of it in the time it took her to get down here and kick the door in. 

As Hinoka rode on her master’s cock, Corrin admired her sister’s figure. Her muscular form really was quite lovely. It was a mix of Rinkah’s ruggedness but tempered by a bit of softness in places that complimented her tomboyish looks. In fact, she was so taken by Hinoka, she had the mind to move in next to her and perhaps indulge in her body as well. 

While Rinkah firmly kept Zola’s face pressed against her abs, she watched as Corrin sat up from the bed and moved towards her sister. Things looked like they would take a very interesting turn when she watched Corrin run her hands across Hinoka’s abs and breasts, letting go of Zola’s chains in the process. 

“Mmm, Hinoka, you’ve got a body some girls would kill for~.” Corrin complimented while pressing her cheek against her sibling’s shoulder. 

“Th-Thanks.” Hinoka replied bluntly. Her focus right now was slamming her hips down on the Nohrian degenerate’s dick. 

Corrin’s hands moved up to cup her sister’s breasts after getting a good feel for her abs. 

“And you’ve still got nice boobies too~. You just have it all!” Corrin cooed. She simply couldn’t resist running her hands all across Hinoka’s body! She felt like she was possessed of some strange force that made her lose all inhibition. Perhaps that’s why she felt compelled to lean in and plant a kiss on her sister’s lips. 

“Mmph!?” Hinoka muffled into the sudden kiss. Her eyes widened and for a moment, her hips stopped moving. Both Rinkah and Zola’s eyes widened as well. 

After a few good seconds of kissing, Corrin drew back with a red blush covering her cheeks and a smile as wide as can be. 

“What… What was that for…?” Hinoka asked, shocked but not quite put off by it. 

“I’m sorry, I just can’t resist. You’re… just so beautiful.” Corrin admitted. Her hands retreated from her sister’s breasts and held her cheeks instead. 

“Oh, I…” Hinoka was at a loss for words. That passionate kiss REALLY turned her on but what would that say about her if she admitted to that…? 

Luckily, she didn’t have to. She could feel Zola’s cock pulsing inside of her, even getting a little harder. Surely the sight of two women kissing had been the result of that, which made him the perfect scapegoat. 

“Hah. I can feel you getting harder, you pathetic trickster.” Hinoka said with a self-satisfied grin on her face. “Don’t tell me you like watching relatives get intimate with each other too!” 

“He totally does!” Rinkah asserted. “Just look at his blushing face!” 

“Why should I even be surprised.” Hinoka chuckled arrogantly. She quickly got back into the swing of things and bounced up and down on Zola’s cock. 

Now that he was fully hard inside of her, Hinoka felt the mage’s length reach quite a ways inside her. Stoo bad he actually had a decent size to him, it would have been another great opportunity to level more insults at his feet. Oh well, she would just have to settle for his apparent foot, muscle and incest fetish then. 

To further tease such Nohrian scum, Hinoka leaned into Corrin's advances and beckoned her back over. Corrin was all too happy to oblige and she returned to her sister's side where her hands were permitted to run across any and all contours of her body. Hinoka then went a step further and returned her little sister's kiss in full, only this time, being even more into it.

As Corrin made out with her sister, she reached down between her legs and fingered herself. As she had one hand knuckle-deep in her pussy, the other never left Hinoka’s abs or breasts and she made sure her tongue found a home within her mouth as well. Even Rinkah began to finger fuck herself to the imagery before her. 

Hinoka returned the favor and caressed Corrin’s tits as well. They were a few cup sizes bigger than her own but she wasn’t jealous at all. Not after that wonderful compliment she received. Really, this was as much of a thank you and an appreciation for her sister’s praise that she could offer. Both sisters kissed and groped each other to their heart’s content, nearly drifting off into their own little world in doing so. 

Unfortunately for Hinoka, she was reminded that there was, in fact, a third party involved in all of this. As she kept rocking her hips, she was reminded that Zola was still inside of her. A few moments more of riding on his lap and the mage was unable to hold back. Soon, he came inside of the muscular tomboy, filling her up with his seed. 

The sensation initially felt enjoyable for the elder Hoshidan princess. That inner rush as she felt her insides fill with semen made her shiver with delight. However, she caught herself and was reminded that she was dealing with someone far below her notice. After she felt Zola’s cock empty its load inside of her, she separated her and Corrin’s kiss and slowly withdrew herself from his lap, letting his half-chub rest against his stomach while she sat back, pussy dripping with a mixture of both of their fluids. 

“You should feel honored that a royal would even let you cum inside of her. It’s more than you deserve.” Hinoka scoffed at the sweaty sorcerer. 

As Hinoka continued to lay into Zola, Corrin’s eyes trailed down to her sister’s pussy. The way it dripped with the translucent fluids from her master made her salivate. Her tongue traced her lips as she slowly leaned down, somehow slipping beneath Hinoka’s attention as she rattled off insult after insult…

“...and furthermore–” Hinoka cut herself off as she felt something dive between her legs and immediately slip inside of her wet cunt. She looked down and was surprised to see here sister’s face there. “C-Corrin! What are you…” But again, she could not finish speaking as her sibling’s deft tongue wriggled inside of her, pleasuring her in ways that Zola’s cock simply could not. 

Corrin passionately moaned into her sister’s snatch as she licked and slurped. Her enthusiasm was making Hinoka tremble and yearn for more. Soon, she felt a palm on the back of her head, pushing her to continue eating out her folds. Hinoka’s strong hand ensured that Corrin was going nowhere, not until she could feel the bliss of climax that Zola wasn’t good enough to give her. 

While the others were preoccupied, Rinkah took the opportunity to release her master’s head from her abs and quickly moved into place. She straddled Zola’s hips in a reverse cowgirl position and grabbed at his nearly completely flaccid penis and began to squeeze and tug on it to bring it back to full hardness. The Flame Tribe scion felt a bit left out seeing as Corrin could ride their master any time she wanted but Hinoka had already taken her turn, so it was only fair for her to have a go while everyone seemed busy. 

As much as he detested being used, Zola’s biology was a slave to the rugged and strong hands of Rinkah that as she jerked him off, he was getting hard once again. His cock being covered in a mixture of his and Hinoka’s juices made for excellent lubricant, hastening the effect. Once he reached full hardness, Rinkah helped herself. She raised herself over the mage’s shaft and swiftly lowered herself upon it. 

“There we go~.” Rinkah sighed once she reached the base of her master’s cock. 

For Zola, even though he was forced into this position at the whims of his unwanted servant, he got quite the good view of Rinkah’s ass as she bounced atop him. Those muscular buns of hers were undeniably enticing and the heat coming off of her body as she fucked him enhanced the pleasure he felt as he was balls deep inside her. 

Corrin continued to eat out Hinoka, uncaring of what Rinkah was up to right now and her sister moaned and bucked her hips against her face repeatedly. Her tongue swished and twisted inside, searching to lap up every trace of her master’s delicious cum. She would only be satisfied once she had gotten it all. At the same time, her fingers were drenched in her own fluids as she aggressively masturbated all throughout. Drops of her fluids fell to the sheets and her inner thighs ran slick as drops trained down her legs. 

Even though she was having her time with the master’s dick, Rinkah was feeling particularly greedy and wanted even more. As Hinoka was leaning back, mouth agape and tongue hanging passed her lips, Rinkah leaned forward, taking one hand about the princess’s back and forcing her in close to where they were locked into a heated kiss. Hinoka’s lips instinctively returned the favor and the two of them were soon moaning into the other’s mouths as their tongues writhed against them.

Zola was completely overwhelmed by the sight of three admittedly lovely looking ladies kissing and orally fucking each other in various ways. He was nearly about to cum and Rinkah’s determined speed and roughness made it difficult for him to hold back. It got even harder as Rinkah picked up the pace the more she and Hinoka’s kiss deepened. 

With the atmosphere escalating thanks to Hinoka’s intervention, everyone involved sunk into a pit of debauchery and lust. All of them had devolved into pleasure seeking degenerates who only thought about getting off and would do anything to achieve that. Corrin, Hinoka and Rinkah were the main culprits and instigators but even Zola couldn’t help but surrender to the mood. As Corrin licked, Hinoka kissed and Rinkah fucked, all four participants were finally at the ends of their ropes and soon enough all of them came, nearly in unison after so much vigorous grinding. 

Everyone shivered and shook as their climax rocked their bodies. Corrin’s hand was drenched while her face was soaked with the fluids from Hinoka’s squirting pussy. Rinkah held tightly onto her redheaded partner as she felt her master’s seed gush inside of her. Zola was just about ready to pass out, now reduced to a sweating, pale mess on the sheets. 

“Gods…” Hinoka gasped. “Is this the kind of thing this Nohrian snake has been teaching you two…?” Her chest heaved with effort as she tried to catch her breath. 

“Don’t be ridiculous.” Rinkah quickly answered, her breath equally as shallow. “Our master isn’t competent enough to have taught us anything, heh~.” She chuckled. She looked over her shoulder, only to see Zola dazed and droopy eyed, his tongue laying flat against the luxurious pillow his head flopped onto. 

Corrin finally lifted her head from her sister’s crotch and licked her lips, savoring the taste of her juices. 

“It’s true. We never really learned this from our master. He just awakened within us the desire to do it with him.” 

“I knew it. He truly is a snake…” Hinoka almost growled. 

Sensing the growing animosity between the princess and their master, the two servants looked at each other briefly and silently agreed on what to do. As always, protecting their beloved master was their primary focus and if Hinoka was going to get in the way of that, the answer was simple…

“Would you like us to teach you what we know?” Corrin suggested, a grin on her wet face. 

“We can show you we’re more than just our master’s servants, princess~.” Rinkah followed up. 

Hinoka looked between the two women and weighed her options. She still believed Zola ought to pay for whatever crimes she believed him guilty of but after the experience that she just had, she couldn’t deny her desires to want more. Doing so meant she would have to give up her justice for now and while that still burned inside of her… the flames of lust blazed brighter still. 

“I guess…. For now… I can overlook whatever transgressions he committed.” Hinoka relented. “But you two had better make it worth my while!” 

“Oh, we definitely will!” Rinkah immediately replied. 

She then lifted her hips off of Zola’s cock and tackled Hinoka, pinning her down against the large bed. Soon after, Corrin joined her fellow servant in appeasing her sister with the hope that she would simply be content with joining them. As Zola’s consciousness began to fade, the last thing he saw were two women piling onto another as they giggled, ready to take full advantage of her. 

Later that night, Zola awakened after so many hours and found himself pinned to the bed. To his left and right where Corrin and Rinkah respectively huddled in close with their arms and legs wrapped around him. Hinoka, in turn was spooning the latter and all three of them had the most pleased looks on their faces from what he could tell with the pale moonlight bleeding in through the hotel window. 

No matter what he tried to do, he just seemed to end up in a deeper and deeper hole, unable to climb out. The only light at the end of this dark tunnel was knowing that when King Garon finally arrives in Nestra, that will be his chance to finally be rid of these sex-starved Hoshidan maniacs. With that hope at the back of his head, all he could think was that thankfully, it couldn’t get any worse than this. 

And then, as if on cue, the door to the room creaked open and from the light in the hall, the silhouettes of two figures stood in the doorway. Zola tensed up and his first instinct was to try and get up and maybe jump out the window but his arms and legs being held down by his unwanted servants killed any chance of that happening. 

As the figures drew closer and closer, the moonlight from the window illuminated who they were and Zola’s pupils shrank at both the realization and at what these figures “carried” with them. 

“Well, well, well. Looks like my teacher’s been quite busy while I was away.” The taller figure, who Zola now recognized as Orochi, spoke. 

“I guess your claims about him being a total dog were true.” The other, shorter figure replied. 

This new person made Zola’s heart skip a beat. Although he had never met them in person, just from their physical features, he knew who they were. It was the infamous mage whose power was almost legendary amongst Nohrian schools of magic; The eternally young woman known as Nyx. 

On their own, both women were quite scary to the shapeshifting sorcerer, but what was even scarier still was that as they drew in close to the side of the bed, the moonlight revealed something on them that he had no explanation for. He saw, hanging between both women’s legs, was a big, veiny cock on each of them. And by the looks of it, they were quite big… and quite horny. 

“Surprised, my teacher?” Orochi asked with a giggle. “Just a little something I managed to come up with thanks to your brand of Nohrian magic~.” 

“Don’t try to take all the credit, you.” Nyx scolded. “Who was there to help you  test out your ‘little something’ hm?” 

“Ah, of course. I couldn’t have done it without your help.” Orochi nodded. Nyx smiled, satisfied with having some of the credit. “Well then, teacher, what do you think? Care to see the fruits of my– I mean, OUR research~?” 

As the two cock-wielding ladies laughed at the obviously shocked look on his face, Zola had to come to grips that the night wasn’t over quite yet…

Chapter Text

Daytime in Cyrkensia made it feel like a completely different world. During the night, the streets were positively glowing with lights from stores and every corner had some kind of entertainment to please any guests or locals. When the sun rose, however, things were much calmer. The City looked wholly different, in fact. 

For Zola, day or night, he was in a living hell. 

As his eyes slowly creaked open with the morning sun rays beaming down on his face, the Nohrian mage felt sore. Extremely sore. More than he ever felt in his entire life. Most particularly, his ass. The previous night was a bit of a blur but he remembered most of the events. He couldn’t forget being dragged into this room and being forced to be Princess Corrin and Hinoka’s plaything while that brutish tribeswoman joined in. 

Then he remembered; Orochi had rudely barged into the room in the middle of the night with some new person he had never met before. Both of them were different, but he couldn’t quite remember why. That was the part that remained blurry to him. When he tried to stir out of bed, he found that to be quite the difficult task, due entirely to the fact that a whopping FIVE women were piled all around him on one bed! 

He managed to struggle himself away from the pile of women and stand up, only to feel that throbbing pain in his ass flare up again. Reaching down there to inspect what may be causing it, he felt… something… sticking out. Pulling on it, the mage grunted as whatever was stuck there popped free. Bringing it before his eyes, he cringed at the sight of it. 

A condom. A very used condom. 

“I’ve gotta get the hell out of here…” Zola whispered to himself. He had suffered much since he had the misfortune of being captured by the Hoshidan army but now that he was no longer confined to a boat, he could simply run away and hide. Perhaps forever. Maybe change his name and start anew somewhere in neutral territory…

“Awake already, master?” A voice called from behind Zola. 

The nude mage turned around to see Princess Corrin rubbing the sleep from her eyes and looking at him with the warmest grin on her face. Well… he lost his chance to outright book it now. 

“U-Um…” Zola ran a hand through his messy hair, forgetting that he was still holding the used condom. He threw it to the other side of the room out of reflex. 

Corrin giggled at how silly her master could be. 

“Did you have fun last night, master? I think it’s safe to say we all did~.” Corrin spoke. Even though last night was plenty satisfying for her, seeing her master standing there in the early morning sunlight, naked with his manhood hanging between his legs after conquering five women the night before. That was the kind of confidence she dreamed about!

Yearning for her master’s touch once again, Corrin untangled herself from Hinoka and Rinkah and sauntered over to Zola. Her walk was meant to come off as sexy, but to the mage, he was downright horrified, especially with very little place to run to as of now. 

Before Corrin could come any closer, a knock at the room’s door alerted the two. 

“Corrin? Are you up? I must speak with you.” Azura’s voice was heard from the other side. 

“I am. One minute!” Corrin replied. She walked right past Zola, paying him no mind and made her way to the door. She opened it just enough to peek her head through while disguising her nudity from the songstress. “Good morning, Azura. Can I help you?” 

“I just wanted to inform you that we’ve received word from our scouts that King Garon is headed to Cyrkensia to attend a performance in the opera hall.” Azura said. 

Overhearing the conversation, Zola’s ears perked up when he heard King Garon was on his way. This could be his chance…!

“Do we know when?” Corrin asked. 

“The performance will be tonight, so it could be at any time until then.” 

“Okay. We’ll start making plans to confront him if we need to.” 

While the conversation was going on, Zola was already plotting his next move. For now, he would play along and lie low. Then, when they confront King Garon, he would break away from the Hoshidan army and try to get within the King’s good graces again. If all went well, he’d be back in Nohrian forces before long! 

Once the conversation concluded, Corrin shut the door on Azura and turned to her master again, more than happy to continue where she left off. Before she got too close, however, Zola was quick to stop her. 

“H-Hold on…!” He said in a hushed but panicked voice. “You should focus on preparing for Garon’s arrival, Your Highness…!” 

Corrin stopped in her tracks and tilted her head at her master’s hesitation. “Surely we have time to ourselves before then, master?” She asked. 

“No!” Zola snapped. “A mission like this is too important to waste a single second on frivolities! You should focus entirely on making sure this goes smoothly! Your, uh… m-master demands it!” 

He hated having to refer to himself as that so much. 

Placing a finger on her chin, Corrin thought it over and ultimately decided that her master’s orders should be taken seriously. She was disappointed, but if it was what he wanted, then she would obey. 

“If you say so, Master.” She relented, though not without pouting a bit. 

The Nohrian mage exhaled and wiped his sweaty forehead. He managed to get out of being violated somehow. He thought about invoking that whole ‘master’ thing more often if these were the results he could get, but after today, he wouldn’t need to worry about these Hoshidan skanks ever again! 

And so, Corrin set about preparing her allies for this evening’s mission, which had the added benefit of ensuring the other women wouldn’t be lusting after Zola’s body for once. 

Well… most of them, anyway. Orochi was not so easily distracted by things like her duty to serve in the army. 

Later that very day as evening was beginning to roll around, Corrin had made sure the opera house was occupied by a small force of handpicked soldiers to ensure maximum stealth and efficiency if they ever had to engage in battle. Her hope was that things wouldn’t need to escalate to that point so as not to bring war upon neutral territory but if there had to be a fight, she was prepared. 

From behind the stage, the performers for tonight’s show were being briefed on the mission and were told about the change of plans. As Azura was making her own preparations, Zola scanned the audience to see if he could spot King Garon in the stands. Much to his relief, he could see his liege in the balcony seat waiting for the show to begin. 

“Perfect!” Zola whispered to himself while rubbing his hands together. “I’ll just make my way to King Garon’s seat and beg for his pardon, then my nightmare is over!” The mage had to keep himself from dancing in place as it seemed like his brilliant plan was on the verge of success. Instead, he would do so once his reintegration into the Nohrian army was secured. 

He quickly turned around to begin his path towards the special reserved seats that Garon had taken but he wasn’t even three steps on his path before he smacked face-first into someone. The collision was surprisingly soft and as he reeled backwards to give whatever fool was standing behind him a piece of his mind, his words were caught in his mouth as he saw just who it was he ran into. 

“Ooh, naughty naughty, teacher~.” A sultry voice trilled with a playful giggle. The person that Zola had the bad luck of running into just so happened to be Orochi… and he just walked right into her breasts. 

“I can see what you mean when you call him insatiable.” Nyx chimed in, just now walking up from behind Orochi. 

“O-Out of my way!” Zola demanded, trying to act tough despite Nyx’s very presence scaring him stiff. 

“Now, don’t be like that.” Orochi replied, pretending to pout. “My new friend here and I just thought we’d come and relieve any stress before the mission begins.” Orochi reached a hand out and placed it on Zola’s shoulder. The difference in height made it difficult for him to act like he was in charge. 

“That’s right. Plus, we still want to test out our new toys and you’re the perfect guinea pig.” Nyx giggled as she approached Zola’s side and wrapped both of her arms around one of his. With her, despite being shorter, her dominant energy completely shut down any chance of Zola getting out of this one. 

Despite his objections, Zola was practically dragged away from the backstage into one of the private dressing rooms to have that “stress-relief” that he never requested or wanted. 

Then again, Orochi never said the stress relief was for him. 

Behind one of the doors of the many dressing rooms in the opera house, Orochi and Nyx were quick to make Zola their plaything. He was forced onto his knees with his hands restrained behind his back thanks to some spell that Nyx was using while she had her dick rammed up his ass and clapping her hips against his pale cheeks. Orochi made herself comfortable as she sat in a chair with her legs propped up on it. Before, she had her cock out, playfully masturbating before her teacher was forced to the floor before her. Now, she was nearly balls-deep in his mouth and slapping those balls against his chin as she humped his face and kept him firmly tied down by wrapping her thighs around his head as she did so. 

“Heh. If only you could see my teacher’s face, Nyx~. He just loooves getting pegged by two lovely ladies like us.” Orochi chuckled, knowing full well how displeased he looked. 

Nyx was too busy to indulge in Orochi’s teasing. Fucking a man from behind while using magic to keep him restrained was tough work as is without needing to split her attention even further to engage in mid-coitus banter. But that was fine. The only person’s attention Orochi really cared about was Zola’s. 

Unfortunately, the diviner would draw more attention than she intended. Right in the middle of their threesome, the door to the dressing room abruptly opened up and immediately two of the three participants realized what even happened. Zola heard the door open and someone step through but thanks to Orochi’s legs clapped around his face, he couldn’t turn his neck to see behind him. Orochi, meanwhile, caught a full view of who the uninvited guest was. The knee-length blue hair was a dead giveaway, showing that Azura was the one who so rudely walked in on them. 

And of course, Nyx was preoccupied to turn around to see, not that she even registered that someone had entered the room. 

Azura stood in shock as she saw the sight before her. It was obvious who was involved and her first thought was that Zola had been taking advantage of one of her allies. She took one step back to try and retreat and inform someone about this but her movements weren’t fast enough. 

Catching on quickly, Orochi raised one hand and charged up a spell. She quickly zapped Azura with a bolt of energy which sent the songstress flying back out the room and the door slammed shut on her way out. 

The loud closing of the door finally seemed to be enough to break Nyx’s concentration, as the mage looked over her shoulder towards the noise. 

“What was that?” She asked, looking back at Orochi. 

“Oh, nothing. I just thought I saw a pesky fly buzzing around.” Orochi answered with a plucky grin on her face. 

Nyx merely shrugged at the answer and continued on. Either Orochi’s response was enough to placate her, or she was just more interested in continuing to fuck her teacher’s ass. 

Ignoring everything that just happened, the threesome continued and Orochi kept pumping her dick down Zola’s throat while Nyx pounded his ass. While she was taking it slow before, Orochi picked up her pace and was ramming her dick into her teacher to try and speed things up a little. Although she was out of sight, Azura was definitely not out of mind. The diviner pushed herself to try to finish up as soon as she could in order to take the first opportunity to check on her. 

Zola wasn’t quite over what might have transpired without his notice but he didn’t have much room to talk… or move… or do just about anything. He was utterly reduced to these women’s fuck toy and he had no other choice than to take it until they felt they were done with him. 

As she neared the verge of orgasm, Orochi sped up just a little bit faster. Her dickhead was punching right down the back of Zola’s throat and drops of pre-cum were slipping down his neck as she prepared to blow her load with every thrust. Nyx was similarly in the same boat, close to climax and pounding a little faster in order to reach it. Zola had no say in anything and even though he too felt like he was about to cum, he certainly wasn’t as enthusiastic as the other two. 

Finally, the trio each reached their peak, all of them cumming at nearly the same time. Orochi held Zola’s head down as she unleashed her potent spunk into his throat and kept him still so that he wouldn’t be able to pull away until she was done. Nyx then blew her load, filling the illusion mage’s ass with her seed as she threw her head back and grunted with one final thrust. Zola himself came as well with his cock pointing downward and ejaculating into the plush carpet beneath him. His body shuddered as his orgasm radiated through his body, even though he felt used by the other two. 

Once they all finished, they collapsed into a sweaty heap. Orochi looked on with amusement as Nyx, exhausted, still kept her restraining spell on Zola’s arms. She would have liked to stick around and enjoy the moment but she had to check on Azura. 

“I’ve got to check on something so I’ll be right back.” Orochi said, rising up from her chair and grabbing her clothes. “Keep an eye on my master, Nyx~.” She said with a laugh as she dressed herself and left the room. 

Fortunately, Orochi didn’t have to travel far at all to find Azura. She was standing just outside of the backstage room looking a little dazed. The Diviner momentarily invaded Azura’s personal space by grabbing her chin and forcing her to look into her eyes. The arcane symbol was present in her pupils, signifying the enhanced subjugation spell worked just fine. 

“Phew, good. Looks like that spell worked pretty fast!” Orochi said mostly to herself. 

After blinking a few times, Azura’s vision focused. Now that she was under Orochi’s thrall, she felt compelled to do her bidding as the hex commanded. Knowing this, Orochi decided that Azura should simply proceed with the mission that Corrin laid out for them.

“Azura, do you remember what we’re supposed to be doing here?” Orochi asked just to make sure she didn’t accidentally mess something up in the Songstress’ head. 

“We are supposed to find a way to negotiate with Garon for the end of the war.” Azura nodded. That was the somewhat vague plan that Corrin outlined. 

“Correct. Good girl.” Orochi then condescendingly patted Azura on the head. 

“But, if I may, master… this plan seems rather foolish.” Azura spoke out of line. 

Orochi only shrugged, agreeing but knowing it wasn’t her place to argue. “Well, that’s what Corrin and my master said we have to do, so we’re going to do it.” 

Azura shook her head, disapproving of such a plan. “If I may, master, I might know of a better plan.” 

Orochi was hesitant to hear it but at the same time, she was flattered by being called master for once rather than saying it herself. She wouldn’t take it seriously, but decided to humor her new pet. 

“Alright. Tell me what your ingenious plan is, then.” Orochi replied with a smug grin. 

Azura held out her pendant before her master. “What if I try using my singing to bewitch Garon? If I can enchant him with my song, it should make negotiations much easier.” 

Orochi tapped her chin as she thought about the proposal. It actually wasn’t a bad idea on its own. 

“You know what? I actually think you might be onto something.” She replied after a quick thought. “But if you want to really put your skills to use, you’ll need my help.” 

“Certainly, master. What can I do to ensure this mission is successful?” Azura asked dutifully. 

With a devilish smile, Orochi pulled Azura away from their current location into another empty room where they wouldn’t be disturbed. 

“Your singing is useful, but with my magic, I bet you can REALLY make this work.” Orochi said as she rubbed her palms together to help with channeling her spell. With the newly enhanced spell of subjugation along with some… other fun things she felt like adding, Orochi decided to share a bit of her power with the Songstress to see what would happen with the hope that it would also lead to them achieving success with their current mission as well. 

Azura stood still as she saw energy crackling between Orochi’s hands. With full trust in her master, she waited to be bestowed with whatever extra help could be provided. From outside, beneath the cracks of the door, a flash of violet briefly shined from within. After that, complete silence followed by the sound of Orochi’s distinctive laugh. Seconds later, Azura stepped outside of the room with a blush on her face and looking somewhat displeased while her master followed behind with a smile. 

And right on cue, an announcement from the main stage called for the final performance of the knight, which is when Azura was supposed to put her part of the plan into action. 

“Alright, hot stuff. It’s time we try out that devious little plan of yours~.” Orochi said. With her powers of illusion, she constructed an outfit for Azura to disguise herself to the crowd and especially King Garon. To Orochi, nothing seemed to change, but to anyone else, she looked almost exactly like the woman whom Azura was taking the place of. “Okay, you’re all set! Now get out there and show ‘em what you’re made of!” Orochi ordered, sending Azura off with a spank on the ass. 

With the final call shortly afterwards, Azura made her way to the main stage to put the plan into action. While that was happening, Orochi decided to return to the backstage prep room and continue with Nyx on double teaming her master. 

Once Azura took center stage, she began her performance, singing her special song that she often used to purge curses or once to calm Corrin’s rampaging dragon form. The entire time, she kept an eye on Garon to see if her music was having any effect. Outside of him loudly groaning in increasing discomfort, he didn’t seem like he was being terribly affected by her song. Even with Orochi’s enhancements, there didn’t seem to be any results. 

After the performance was over, Garon was tended to by his guards, unsure of what the commotion surrounding him was caused by. Contrary to what Azura had hoped, the Nohrian King was not charmed or bewitched by her song. It seemed like the mission may result in failure after all. Little did she know, however, that there was someone affected by her singing. While it wasn’t Garon, his youngest, Princess Elise looked positively enchanted by the performance. 

When Garon was hauled off by his security detail, Elise snuck away from the booth. She had this overwhelming desire to meet with that singer, whoever she was. A compulsion that had her sneaking into the back stage after the main show had ended. She simply NEEDED to meet with whoever it was that captured her heart so thoroughly with her performance! 

The most logical place to begin her search was the dressing rooms. Sneaking around the staff, Elise managed to make it to one of the rooms and pressed her ear to the door. It sounded quiet at first, but she could hear someone inside. Their voice was somewhat breathy and serene, a lot like the singer on stage. Gripping the knob, Elise opened the door and crept inside, closing it behind her. 

Upon her entry, Elise saw that there was only one person in the room. Some maiden in white with excessively long blue hair. She certainly didn’t look like the singer on stage, but maybe she was acquainted with her. 

“Uh, excuse me.” Elise said, announcing her presence. 

Azura, who was sitting in a chair, with her back turned to the Nohrian princess, gasped and looked over her shoulder. She hadn’t expected anyone to come looking for her, least of all Elise and at such an inconvenient time. 

“S-Sorry! I didn’t mean to scare you!” Elise apologized after realizing she startled the occupant. “I was just wondering where I could find the singer who was on stage just now.” 

Azura stared at Elise, wondering what could have prompted such action. When she focused her sight, she was able to see that in Elise’s eyes was an arcane symbol in her pupils. The same one that she saw in her master Orochi’s. With quick thinking, Azura deduced that perhaps the enhancement to her singing granted by her master must have been the same hex that was used on herself. Perhaps the intention was to use it to subjugate Garon but clearly that plan failed. 

However, seeing that Elise was now under its thrall, this meant she had the next best thing; The King’s own blood as a potential bargaining chip. It may not have been the result they were looking for, but it was better than nothing. Now, the only thing left to do was to report this development to her master. But before that, the Songstress had some plans in store for the princess. 

“You say you wanted to meet the singer?” Azura asked, rising from her chair and adjusting her clothes a bit. 

“Yeah!” Elise quickly replied. “Her voice was amazing! Almost like it was magical.” 

“Well, here I am.” Azura said as she turned to face Elise. 

Elise tilted her head to the side, puzzled by the claim. “But… you don’t look anything like the girl I just saw.” 

Rather than argue the point, Azura proved her identity by singing a short verse from her performance on stage. Her honeyed voice rang through Elise’s ears and was more than enough to convince the princess that she was looking at the real deal. 

“Wow… Your voice is so… majestic.” The princess complimented. She had no other words for such a singing voice but that. 

“You admire my voice that much, do you?” Azura asked. Elise excitedly nodded her head in response. “Show me how much you admire it. Bow down before me.” 

Without hesitation, Elise did as the Songstress asked and got on her knees. No complaints, not even a frown. She was grateful to do it. Seeing how obedient the princess appeared, Azura decided to push things further to see how committed Elise was to pleasing her. 

“Now, lick my feet.” Azura demanded. 

“Your feet…?” Elise asked hesitantly. 

“Yes. Unless you have any objections?” 

“Not at all! I just… wanted to make sure I heard you clearly.” Elise nervously giggled. 

“Well then.” Azura turned the chair she was sitting in around and sat upon it, presenting her bare feet. “Go on.” 

Elise crawled forward on her hands and knees until she got real close to Azura’s feet. She stuck her tongue out about halfway and took an experimental lick of the bottom of the singer’s big toe. Looking up for approval, Elise saw Azura nod, telling her to continue, and so she did. 

The princess licked around the woman’s big toe, brushing her organ all across it. Then she moved onto the other four. Small as they were, it was easy for Elise to wrap her lips around them and give them individual spit baths. She lovingly swirled her tongue around Azura’s four little piggies, each one left clean and covered in saliva. When she thought she was done, Azura would give her another task; To lick the bottom of her foot from toe to heel. 

Elise, unable to resist the mysterious allure that Azura possessed over her, did what was asked of her. She dragged her tongue from top to bottom of Azura’s feet, tasting practically every surface she had walked on since she left the stage. The rough feel of calloused feet against her tongue told Elise the Songstress must regularly go barefoot. No wonder she wanted her feet licked, they must have desperately needed a wash. Fortunately, Elise was more than happy to provide such a service to the owner of such an enchanting voice. 

When it was over, Elise looked up to Azura with a smile on her face and a dry tongue. Azura raised her feet away from Elise to inspect her work. It was a decent job. There were definitely some spots in need of a deeper cleansing, but the whole point of this was less to actually have a proper foot bath and more to test Elise’s obedience. Since she was so thoroughly controlled that licking feet was no big deal, it looked like the hex that Orochi granted Azura was in full effect. 

“Very nice work.” Azura said, though her face remained unimpressed. “I think you deserve a small reward for your effort. Lie on your back and spread your legs.” 

“Yes, ma’am!” Elise said enthusiastically. She quickly adjusted herself from being on her hands and knees to being on her back. She then spread her legs wide open, unsure of what was going to happen next, but nevertheless excited to serve Azura. 

Without getting up from her chair, Azura placed one of her feet on Elise’s crotch and hooked her spit-covered big toe into her black bloomers underneath her rose-themed dress. She pulled them down and off of Elise’s legs, revealing her vagina beneath it. With her womanhood exposed to the cold air, Elise shivered a little, but she remained on her back unless Azura told her otherwise. 

The Songstress’s face had something resembling a smile as she traced Elise’s slit with her big toe, teasing the princess’s vulva. Tiny moans escaped Elise’s lips as her flower was teased and Azura went a step further and introduced her other foot to the mix. With both big toes nestled in between the Nohrian Princess’s legs, Azura pressed them both in, penetrating Elise’s pussy with one and rubbing her clit with the other. Elise moaned louder at the moment of penetration and her toes curled up in her boots as pleasure quickly surged throughout her body. 

Azura wasted no time in toe-fucking Elise. She pressed her feet hard into the girl’s moistening pussy and quickly pumped her toes inside of her walls while teasing her sensitive pink nub. Her calloused digits gave heroes a rough surface that, when used to tease her clit, had Elise arcing her back and loudly moaning for more. Her legs quivered as this unfamiliar method of intimacy was introduced to her. Unorthodox as it was, the results couldn’t be argued with. 

Azura stared down at Elise dispassionately the entire time. Watching her former step-sister squirm beneath her, an unknowing slave to her whims. A bargaining chip that she could also fool around with and draw out her loyalty to do whatever she wanted. That was the only thing that echoed through her mind as Elise’s cries of pleasure echoed through her ears. 

Elise very quickly approached her limit. Her lack of sexual experience made it easy to bring her to climax and the princess was already at the edge. Her eyes rolled up into her head as her body shuddered with delight. Her nipples hardened under her black dress but she refused to touch herself in any way unless her master deemed fit. Eventually, all that clit-teasing and toe-fucking had Elise tumbling over the peak and she came all over Azura’s feet while her tongue hung out of her mouth, drooling into the carpeted floor of the dressing room. 

Pulling her feet away, Azura observed how all that hard work Elise had put into getting them nice and clean was instantly rendered moot with her juices covering them. For once, she stepped out of her chair and walked over to the panting girl where she then gently placed one foot on her face. 

“You’ve done very well, Elise. Now clean up the mess you made.” Azura demanded. 

Without question, Elise began lapping her tongue across Azura’s foot, savoring the taste of her own juices while doing her best to clean each of those toes all over again. Once she had done her duty and had both feet licked clean again, Azura, pleased with Elise’s obedience, felt she could fully trust the princess with joining their ranks. King Garon was a thing of the past now. All Elise cared about was doing whatever Azura asked of her. 

"Congratulations, Elise." Azura said, finally stepping off of the girl’s face. “You’ve proven your loyalty quite well. You are certainly fit to walk by my side.” 

“Th-Thank you…” Elise said while still panting from her earlier orgasm. 

“However…” Azura squatted down beside Elise to look her in the eyes. “You must remember that my orders are absolute. If you wish to stay by my side, never forget that my word is above all else. Understand?” 

“Yes. I would do anything for you.” Elise replied with complete sincerity. She even reached out and wrapped her arms around Azura’s leg, literally groveling at her feet. 

“Good. Now then. Let us go. I want you to meet someone important.” 

“Ooh, who are we meeting?” Elise asked as she got up onto her feet. 

Azura took the princess by the hand and immediately left the dressing room, leaving her panties behind. Neither of them seemed to notice or care, though. The trip from one room to another was a short one but when they arrived at their destination, Elise was rather shocked by what she walked in on. 

The room had three occupants, and all of them were stark naked. One of them was a familiar face to the Nohrian Princess in that it was Zola. She hadn’t heard from him in such a long time and simply assumed he’d been killed by the Hoshidan army. Yet here he was, naked and surrounded by two other equally naked women. One of them looked like she was asleep and the other was very much awake and looking quite pleased with herself.

“Oh, you’re back. I wondered where you’d run off to.” Orochi said. “Oh, and who might this be?” 

Azura placed her hand on Elise’s shoulder. “This is Princess Elise. Daughter to King Garon.” 

“Uh-huh.” Orochi rubbed her chin. “I guess the plan didn’t work out as we hoped.” 

Azura shook her head. “No, but we aren’t empty-handed. Elise here was just saying that she’d rather follow me instead of her father. Isn’t that right?” 

Elise cozied up to Azura and possessively wrapped her arms about her waist. “Yes, ma’am!” 

“And that you would do whatever I asked, correct?” 

“Yup!” 

“Well then…” Azura gave Elise a nudge over towards Zola who looked like he was unconscious at the moment. “What do you say about giving this man here a little wake up call?” 

“Leave it to me!” Elise replied and happily skipped over to the naked Dark Mage. 

A few minutes later, Zola was roused from his short nap only to find that he woke up back within the nightmare he created. Only this time, it got even worse. The first thing he saw when he opened his eyes was Elise with her mouth on his dick. 

“P-P-Princess!?!” Zola stammered, hoping this was a dream, because if this was reality, Garon would tear his head off. 

Stepping from behind Elise, Azura presented herself. 

“Hello, Zola. I’m told that you are the master of my master.” She said. 

Zola, utterly confused, could only stare puzzled. 

“That’s enough, Elise.” Azura said, prompting the princess to pull away from her blowjob. “You see, my master Orochi told me something interesting about you. She said that you go around forcing women to be part of some harem using illicit Nohrian magic.” 

“Th-That’s not…! I haven’t tried to…!” Zola tried to correct the record only to have Azura press a finger to his lips to silence him. 

“I understand, no need to explain. I simply wanted to announce that I would help you in this endeavor. To that end…” She turned to look at the princess again. “Elise?” 

“Right away, ma’am!” Elise said. The princess, seemingly reading Azura’s intention, adjusted her position. 

Now instead of her head being on Zola’s hips, Elise mounted the Dark Mage and straddled him, pressing her slightly loose, toe-fucked snatch against his shaft. But that wasn’t all, she had since removed her long black boots and was left barefoot. With those naked feet, Elise raised her legs and pressed them against Zola’s face so he could enjoy them at the same time as he could her pussy. 

“I’ve noticed that all the women of your harem only seem to have Hoshidan women, including the royals.” Azura continued. “I take this to mean you wish to conquer the Hoshidan throne and make the Kingdom yours?” 

Zola tried shaking his head with some difficulty thanks to Elise’s feet pinning him down. 

“But now you have a Nohrian on your side. I can only guess that you mean to expand your harem until the most beautiful ladies of Nohr are at your beck and call. Which is why I have made Elise part of your harem now. I assume you wish to conquer Nohr as well, and I am committed to that cause.” 

“That’s not–!” Zola tried to say but was again silenced by Elise’s feet being shoved into his mouth. 

Azura smiled with a sinister grin that terrified the Dark Mage down to his very soul.

“Relax, dear master. For I intend to help you make your wishes come true.~”

Too his dismay, Zola found himself with yet more women that he never wanted nor asked for, all of them hungry for his seed. And now, he had been pulled into a plot that involved conquering two Kingdoms!

He could only scream internally, wondering how in all the Astral Plane did he find himself in this situation!?