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Morning Routine

Peace had finally been achieved between Nohr and Hoshido, but the war against Valla had only just begun. Constant assaults against the castle, deep realms, and the towns of their kingdoms left everyone desperate for the warmth and camaraderie found only in the mess hall. Soldiers, servants, and merchants frequented its hall often, curious about what new cooking or friends they might find within.

Prince Ryoma and Xander themselves sat at a table, arms crossed and staring unblinkingly at each other. Although their animosity had been set aside, too much blood stained their relationships. Even under Corrin’s leadership, true peace would be long coming.

At long last, Xander sighed, rubbing his forehead, and glanced over to the empty doorway. "He's late."

"As usual," Ryoma nodded. "Perhaps his Nohrish upbringing failed in instilling a sense of duty."

"Do not be so quick to condemn me, Ryoma," Xander said, voice taking on a hint of steel. "You know as well as I where the issue lies."

Ryoma’s eyes narrowed for a moment before he exhaled heavily, the tension draining from his shoulders. "I suppose we should be grateful he's happy. War is a trying time for all men, their leaders most especially."

"Indeed,” Xander muttered, casting a stern glance at Jakob. “If only everyone shared such sentiments.”

Jakob stood across the mess hall, standing strictly at attention beside the door. His butler's uniform was impeccable as always, with his hair tied and hands folded neatly behind his back. His eyes, however, were dark and stormy, barely containing a seething discontentment that only grew as the door swung open and Corrin stepped through.

"Greetings, my lord," he said, voice clipped and curt, yet proper in every way.

"Ah, good morning, Jakob," Corrin replied, giving the two princes an awkward wave. "Sorry, I'm late. I overslept and had to get Flora and Felicia to wake me."

The two maids in question followed closely behind, their expressions soft and affectionate, if a little flushed. "It was no trouble at all, milord," Felicia said, smiling shyly. "We were happy to help!"

"Yes, it was... fun," Flora added. At Jakob’s glare, she shifted uneasily, tucking a wayward strand of hair behind her ear.

“I don’t know what I’d do without you.” Corrin grinned, his gaze lingering on the maids. No one in the mess hall missed the rosy hue coloring his cheeks. 

"Anything for you, milord," Felicia giggled, while Flora simply nodded.

After sharing a final smile, the prince turned and strode toward his brothers, taking a seat at their table. Every step seemed to bolster his confidence, until he stood before them nobly, exuding an undeniably royal presence. They both glanced at each other and shared a nod. Now this was the man they’d sworn to follow.

"Good morning," Corrin greeted solemnly. 

"Finally," Xander sighed, "I thought I would have to come fetch you myself."

"I'm afraid I'm a bit of a heavy sleeper," Corrin admitted, losing some of his poise and scratching his cheek sheepishly.

"No matter," Ryoma said quickly. "Let us move on to the matter at hand. There were four incursions in deep realms under our control, including one against the castle itself. While on patrol, Takumi encountered another raid heading into Nohr. There is little doubt the Silent Dragon is making a move, and I recommend we... "

As the three fell into discussion, Flora and Felicia tried to step behind Corrin, taking their usual places, but Jakob's glare pinned them in place.

"Not today," he growled, eyes flaring. "I find your appearances unfitting of public display. How is it you can dress so slovenly before our lord?"

"O-Oh," Felicia stuttered, stepping back and gripping her skirt on her hands.

The sisters glanced at each other, taking advantage of their near-identical appearance to confirm his assessment. While they still wore their maid uniforms, the blouses were askew, stockings wrinkled, and their skirts had been hastily adjusted. Flora's hair was ruffled and tangled, while Felicia's ponytail sagged loosely to one side.

"I, well..." Flora cleared her throat, face reddening. "Our apologies, we-"

"You should both know better," Jakob continued, glaring at the maids. "Our mission to serve Lord Corrin is above all else. To avoid embarrassing our Lord’s name, I have remained silent until now, but I can ignore your lack of discipline no longer. You have delayed him seventeen times this past month alone, and many times before that. Should this continue, I will be forced to reevaluate your position among the servants of the castle."

Felicia gasped, her eyes growing wide, but Flora bristled, her soft, kind face hardening. "You cannot do that, Jakob. Our position has been approved by Lord Corrin himself."

"Perhaps. However, we have no need for two incompetent servants. Even should all others leave, I alone am more than capable of serving our Lord."

"Incompetent?" Felicia squeaked, tears spilling over.

Flora took her sister's hand and squeezed it gently. "Perhaps you can care for his armor, weapons, and clothing, but that is nothing compared to the gift we give Lord Corrin. We can tend to him, soothe him, and make him feel safe. It's because of us he can face this war and unite his people, standing tall no matter what trials come his way. When you leave the room, Jakob, does he smile? Or does he just thank you? A smile is worth a thousand thanks, though that isn’t something I expect you to have experienced."

Jakob stiffened, his mouth working soundlessly for a moment before he forced himself to take a few deep breaths. Once his voice had returned to its usual refined tone, he said, "Perhaps I was hasty in my judgment. As much as your improper behavior irks me, it would be wrong to deny that which makes Lord Corrin happy. I have no desire to see him suffer, however," he fixed them with a glare, "you must uphold the dignity and standards of one worthy of serving our lord. Is that understood?"

"Yes, sir," the two said simultaneously.

Jakob nodded firmly and turned his attention back to the prince, who was still chatting with his brothers. "As punishment for your slovenly appearance, I am assigning you kitchen duty today."

"Kitchen duty?" Felicia gasped, her face growing white. "B-but kitchens have dishes!"

"But Lord Corrin-" Flora protested, glancing at the light-haired prince.

"I shall fulfill your duties until you are fit for the job," Jakob declared, folding his hands behind his back and looking away. "Now, go. Do not disappoint me again."

"Y-Yes, sir," the maids said, bowing before turning to hurry from the room.

As they slipped through the kitchen door, Felicia turned to her sister. "I wonder who's on kitchen duty toda—oh no... " She groaned as two curious faces brightened the moment they entered. Soleil and Nina, the two girls they last wanted to see.

"Hello, ladies!" Soleil beamed, striding over.

Nina smiled widely, sideling close behind them. "What brings you here?"

"N-Nothing!" Felicia squeaked, looking anywhere but the two.

"Just, uh, helping out," Flora said, fidgeting slightly.

"Well, if you're not busy, then maybe we could talk?" Nina suggested, smirking mischievously.

Flora shook her head desperately. "Why don't we just focus on cooking? According to the reports, the army's been sustaining lots of damage, so we should be using wheat to increase the defense of-"

Soleil circled her, taking specific note of her unkempt skirt. "Ah, don't bother. This is the perfect time to talk! Everyone else is busy eating, and if anyone comes by, we'll hear them. I want to know every detail. What did you three do? Was it kinky?”

"Kinky?!" Felicia squealed, blushing.

"Well, did you or didn't you?" Nina asked, a dazed smile on her face. "He's so dreamy, isn't he? So tall, and strong..."

"We're not going to talk about this," Flora snapped, her cheeks flushing.

"Why not?" Soleil asked, cocking her head. "You had fun, right?"

"W-Well, yes," Felicia admitted, looking at the floor.

Soleil squealed, jumping in and clasping her hands. Felicia tried to stumble away, but the pink-haired girl chased after her, pressing so close their breasts pushed together.

"Tell me everything," Soleil urged, grinning.

"Please, please, tell me," Nina begged, grabbing Flora's shoulders and staring at her with wide, pleading eyes. "Is he, uh, manly down there? Just thinking of him hot and sweaty and pounding into you..."

"Nina!" Flora cried, face reddening.

"Please," Soleil whined. "It's been so long since I had some juicy details. There's two of you, right? I get off most days just imagining you two straddling each other on the bed, kissing and moaning as he takes you both at once.

"Soleil," Flora pleaded, face crimson.

"Or is he shy?" Nina mused, cupping her chin. "Maybe he likes it when you're both on top of him, teasing him, driving him wild until he finally can't take it anymore and pins you down."

"Enough!" Flora snapped, shaking the two girls off.

Nina and Soleil jumped back, exchanging looks of surprise and hurt. Flora sighed, massaging her temple. These two really had no sense of shame!

"Sorry, Flora," Nina said, biting her lip. "Anything about Lord Corrin just gets me excited."

"Yes, we can't help it. You're both so beautiful," Soleil admitted, rubbing her arm.

Flora stared at them a moment, then sighed and shook her head. "Fine. If we tell you, will you promise not to bother us about it anymore?"

"Sure!"

"Absolutely."

For some reason, Flora got the feeling both of those were lies.

***

The morning began as any other for Flora and Felicia. The sisters shared a room in the servants' quarters, as they had ever since they were young girls training to be Corrin’s maids. They washed, dressed, and combed their hair together, and now, they even awoke their lord together. And not just from sleep, either.

"Come on!" Felicia cried, hanging halfway through the door. "Stop wasting time on your skirt. You know he's just going to tear it off anyway."

"But what if someone sees me?" Flora mumbled, struggling with her clothing.

"Oh, it's fine. No one's awake yet," Felicia assured her, waving her hand dismissively. "Not even him, remember? That's the point!"

Flora nodded and finished fixing her skirt, then hurried out into the hall, shutting the door behind her. Together, they walked silently down the stone halls, their footfalls echoing in the dim light of the deep realm.

As they entered the large, spacious courtyards of the castle, their gait became more purposeful, a small bounce to their step. It was still early; the sun had yet to rise, and a chill hung in the air, but a warm glow set their hearts aflutter.

A large, twisting tree towered over the nearby buildings, grown by the magical power of a dragon vein. The thick, winding branches supported the graceful walls of Corrin's room, a castle among treehouses. No one really knew why the young prince decided on such a structure, but it certainly made visiting him more interesting.

Flora and Felicia exchanged a look, smiling. Quickly, they climbed the wooden steps up to the treehouse and pushed open the doors. Inside, the room was dark and quiet. Corrin was asleep, as they expected, his chest rising and falling slowly.

They crept forward, careful not to disturb the floorboards, and sat down on the edge of the bed, looking at each other and smiling.

"Are you ready?" Felicia whispered.

"I think so," Flora whispered back, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "You?"

"Definitely."

Together, the two crawled over the bed, one on each side of the sleeping prince. Flora pressed her lips to his, kissing him gently, while Felicia ran her hand over his bare chest, her fingers gliding over his skin.

"Master," Flora whispered, brushing her lips against his ear. "It's time to wake up."

"Good morning," Felicia purred, kissing his shoulder.

Corrin groaned softly, twisting his head away. He had always been a heavy sleeper, and today was no exception. But the two sisters were counting on that. Flora smiled and cupped his cheek, turning his head back to her. She pressed her lips to his, kissing him deeply, her tongue tracing his bottom lip. But, even as Felicia tugged aside his blankets, Corrin still didn't stir.

Flora giggled softly and looked over at her sister. "Seems like we have to do it."

The two wiggled down the bed, kneeling on either side of his legs. Their hands found his length, and their breath caught. It was big and glorious, already rearing its head in its typical early morning, semi-aroused state. They glanced at each other, faces flushing.

"So big," Flora gasped, wrapping her slender fingers around him.

"You say that every time," Felicia laughed.

"Well, it's true!”

The prince’s member grew as they began stroking him, pulsing with warmth against their palms. Corrin's lips parted, his slumbering body quivering, and a faint moan escaped his lips.

"Mm," Felicia purred, leaning down to kiss the tip.

"Let's take it slow.” Flora moved her lips down his length toward his sack.

The two worked in tandem, dragging their tongues over him. They licked and nibbled his shaft, occasionally sharing a kiss as they slowly covered him in saliva. Their hands never stopped, stroking him with practiced, gentle motions, until he seemed ready to burst.

As the minutes passed, Corrin's body stirred, his head tossing from side to side, his breaths growing deeper. The sisters' hearts fluttered with anticipation, their gazes lifting from his cock to watch his expression.

"Ngh, is it morning?” Corrin groaned, blinking groggily.

"It is, milord," Flora said, sitting up and smiling at him.

"Morning," Felicia beamed, her hand still working his length.

"Is there anything we can do for you?" Flora asked, climbing atop his chest and straddling him. She rubbed back and forth on his tone pecks, grinding against him through soaked panties.

"Anything at all," Felicia murmured, running her tongue over his balls.

"Then please," he said, smiling, "continue as you were."

"Gladly," Flora said, rolling off him and back to his groin.

Felicia giggled and wrapped her lips around him, slowly easing him into her mouth.

Flora leaned in, joining her sister, and their tongues met, dancing and sliding over his shaft as she sucked him. Felicia moaned softly, and Corrin sighed contentedly, his hand coming up to rest on their bobbing heads. The sisters took turns taking him into their throats, one after the other.

"Ah," Corrin sighed, his hand tightening in their hair.

His hips bucked, his body stiffened, and his grip tightened, pulling their heads down onto him. The sisters choked and coughed as his cock pulsed, spraying his hot seed into their mouths. Felicia gagged, instinctively trying to pull back, and Flora’s eyes watered, but Corrin held them firm, his hand tangled in their hair.

As his ejaculation faded, his grip slackened, and his maids pulled away, coughing and sputtering, their faces flushed and sticky with cum.

"Sorry," Corrin chuckled, stroking their cheeks. "Got a little carried away."

"No, it was a pleasure, milord," Felicia gasped, panting heavily.

"But now," Flora added, climbing atop his stomach and reaching back to tug up her skirt. "I believe I have the first right."

Felicia pouted, crossing her arms and glaring. "But I got him started. And we have that thing today, remember? And besides, he's already soft—oh!"

The last word was a squeal as Corrin's hands clasped her shoulders, tugging her down and pressing his lips to her neck. Felicia writhed, her body twitching as he bit and kissed her, his hands exploring her curves, and her protests were soon lost in moans of delight. Corrin’s manhood didn’t remain flaccid for long, rapidly swelling as he enjoyed the pink-haired maid’s slender body.

Flora rolled her eyes and straddled his waist, reaching between her legs to push aside her panties. With her free hand, she gripped his shaft and guided it to her folds. Despite her eagerness, she moved slowly and gradually lowered herself onto him, her head rolling back as he stretched her.

"Ah," she moaned, grinding her hips. "So thick."

Corrin groaned, pushing aside Felicia and gripping Flora's hips, thrusting up into her. "Oh, gods. I've needed this."

"M-Milord," Flora cried, bouncing on his lap.

Corrin reached up and groped her chest, squeezing her breasts through her uniform. The blouse was thin and silky, and the prince could feel her perky nipples poking through the soft fabric and her bra beneath it, pricking against his palm. Flora moaned, throwing her head back and pushing her chest into his hands.

The prince growled and sat up, his lips finding her neck and shoulder, his hands tugging her shirt open. He pulled her breasts out and kneaded them roughly, his fingers sinking into her flesh.

"H-Hah!" Flora gasped, her thighs tightening around him.

Corrin grinned and turned, pushing her down onto the bed and laying her on her back. The prince pinned her beneath him, his hips thrusting into her, his cock pistoning into her tight cunt.

"F-Fuck," she gasped, clawing at the sheets.

Felicia collapsed into a chair, pouting. She watched jealously as the two rocked the bed, grunting and groaning, and, somehow, her hand found its way between her legs.

"O-Oh," she gasped, rubbing her clit, her fingers playing through her folds. "Master! Not so…ahhh…."

Flora cried out, her back arching, lifting her hips into the air against his. "M-Milord! Wait, today is-"

Corrin growled, burying his face in her chest, his lips finding her nipples. His thrusts came harder and faster, and his tongue circled her breast, tasting her sweat and feeling her heartbeat.

"Wait," Flora gasped, her head thrown back mid-moan. "I can't-ngh!"

The maid cried out as her climax hit her, and her body twitched and shuddered. Her legs wrapped around him, squeezing him tightly, and she clung to his shoulders, gasping and panting. The prince groaned and drove himself deeper, and Flora's eyes rolled back, her body spasming, her mouth wide and wordless.

Flora panted, her eyes glazed and unfocused. "Today is-is..."

But her warning dwindled, lost in the surging tide of passion. She had barely a moment to catch her breath before Corrin flipped her onto her stomach and re-entered her, driving his throbbing length into her tight, dripping cunt. Each thrust sent a wave of force through her whole body, knocking the air from her lungs and making her cry out. After several strokes, Corrin's hands gripped her long, blue twintails, wrapping them around his hands and tugging her head back. Her back arched, aligning their hips and allowing him to plunge deeper than ever before.

"G-gods," Felicia stammered, eyes slit in pleasure. Her fingers moved furiously, matching the rapid pace of their fucking. Feeling hot, she grabbed her blouse, tearing it open and letting her shapely breasts bounce free. "M-milord. Do me next!"

Flora gasped, her vision going blurry. Her body was being pushed beyond her limit, her mind struggling to keep up. Heat pooled in her belly, hotter and hotter with each thrust. Corrin's hands left her hair, sliding over her stomach, and up to her breasts. He cupped his maid, squeezing and pinching her nipples, eliciting a yelp from the maid.

"I'm close," he growled, his voice strained. "So close."

"Please, milord" she whispered, turning her head over her shoulder to look him in the eye. "I-I want it...inside..."

Her cheeks flushed bright red, but she held her gaze steady, her loyalty unwavering. Corrin faltered in surprise, slowing his feverish pace to long, tender strokes. She bit her lip, holding back a moan as he kissed her neck, his member rubbing a particularly sensitive spot deep within her folds.

"Flora, are you sure?"

"I am yours, my Lord. It's my duty, no, my honor, to serve you. B-besides, I love you," she stammered in between moans, "Nothing in Hoshido, Nohr, or anywhere else in this world, would make me happier than bearing your children."

"Flora..." Corrin whispered. He cupped her chin and drew her lips to his, kissing her. His tongue slipped past her lips and wrestled with hers, and she eagerly accepted it, returning the passionate embrace.

"Hey," Felicia cried. "No fair!"

Ignoring her, Corrin continued to kiss his blue-haired maid, fucking her gently from behind until they trembled on the threshold of ecstasy.

"M-Milord," Flora gasped, their lips parting.

Corrin grunted and thrust forward, burying himself deep inside her. She cried out as his cock ground against her innermost depths, forced up against her cervix and pushing her to the peak of bliss. Her walls clenched around him, and she arched her back, her body trembling as she cummed harder than she ever had before.

"Ah, L-Lord Corrin!" she gasped, her vision whiting out.

Hot, thick cum erupted from Corrin's cock, flooding her womb and spilling into her fertile core. Each spurt of his seed triggered a surge of pleasure, and his maid could only shudder and moan as his warmth rapidly filled her. Within seconds, her womb could carry no more, driving the excess out into her vaginal canal and overflowing onto the bedsheets.

The two rested there for several breaths, joined together in the final moments of their pleasure, before slowly slipping apart. Flora fell onto her stomach, panting and shivering with post-orgasmic pleasure, while Corrin flopped onto his back, panting heavily.

A shadow fell over the two, and they weakly raised their heads, finding Felicia looming above them. Flora cringed, but slowly, a wide smile spread across her face. She rested a hand on her stomach, feeling her lord's cum swirling within her. Felicia glared at her for a moment before turning to Corrin.

"Now," Felicia said, grinning deviously, "I believe it's my turn."

Corrin looked up at his pink-haired maid, who was still flushed and panting. Her blouse hung open, revealing her large, bare breasts, and her skirt was hiked up, giving a full view of her dripping folds. He smiled, feeling his flaccid cock begin to stir.

Felicia giggled, shooting Flora a triumphant smile, and crawled onto the bed, settling between his legs. She wrapped her lips around his shaft, licking and sucking him clean of her sister's juices. Corrin sighed contentedly and closed his eyes, hands resting on her bobbing head. Gradually, his cock rose, growing larger and larger in her mouth, eventually squirming down her throat.

"Mmm," she moaned, her nose pressed to his pelvis.

Corrin chuckled and pulled her head back, looking down into her lust-filled eyes.

"How do you want it?" he asked.

"Hard," Felicia purred.

Corrin laughed and lifted her into his lap, her back against his chest. He gently spread her legs outside his and slid his hands up her thighs, pushing beneath the black hem of her skirt. His fingers found her panties pushed aside, and he grinned, tracing his digits over her folds. Felicia shivered at his touch, resting her head on his shoulder and gazing up at him.

"You're a little lewd," he breathed into her ear, "I haven't even touched you and you're dripping wet. Do you enjoy watching me fuck your sister?"

"N-No, that's not..." Felicia began, flushing. But her words failed her, and she turned away, biting her lip.

He chuckled and dipped his fingers into her, forcing her eyes wide, her back arching. He pumped into her, curling his digits, and her body quivered, her hips rocking.

She gasped, her voice shaky. "J-just put it in already!"

Corrin smirked, digging deeper with his fingers and lowering his lips to nibble on her neck. She cried out, writhing on his lap, and her legs jerked, her thighs squeezing around him.

"Patience," he murmured, sliding his tongue into her ear. “Didn’t you want it hard?”

Felicia's hands grabbed his, pushing him deeper, and she moaned, her head tossing from side to side. She rocked her hips, grinding her ass against his cock, squeezing him between her cheeks.

"Felicia," Corrin growled, his free hand finding her breasts and squeezing her. "You're being naughty."

"M-milord," Felicia whimpered, "It's not fair. I want to serve you too!"

"And so you shall."

His fingers slipped from her folds, and her breath caught as his thick, warm cock pressed against her entrance. The two let out simultaneous moans as his head wormed between her folds, stretching her wide until the head slipped inside. Felicia gasped as the rest of his girth followed close behind, pushing deeper and deeper until he came to a stop, reaching the edge of her limits.

"Gods, I love you," Corrin groaned, his hands sliding up her body, exploring her curves.

Felicia shuddered and squeezed him, her walls tightening around him, drawing another groan. His hips shifted, and his cock slid a bit deeper, pressing up against her womb. Felicia gasped, squirming as he fully impaled her.

After holding the depth for a while, Corrin began thrusting, driving his cock into her tight, dripping cunt. Her walls clenched around him, squeezing him tighter as his pace grew faster and harder. The prince growled and dug his teeth into her neck, marking her, and his hands kneaded her breasts, rolling her nipples between his fingers.

"My Lord!" Felicia squealed. One of her hands rose to cover Corrin's hand on her breasts while the other dropped, furiously rubbing her clit.

Within seconds, she spasmed, her body seizing as her orgasm slammed into her. Her cunt clenched around him, and her juices squirted from her folds, dripping from their union and onto the bed. Unlike her sister, Felicia was a squirter, and Corrin always found it incredibly hot when he could make her lose control like this.

"Cumming already?" he teased, "We've barely gotten started."

"Hah," she panted, her hips jerking. "It's so deep. It feels so good."

Corrin groaned and grabbed her waist, holding her in place. His grip was like iron, and she gasped as his hips began to move again.

"H-hey," she squeaked, her walls tightening around him. "S-slow down, I'm still sensitive!"

Corrin didn't answer, and she cried out as his cock plundered her depths. Her body molded around his member, stretching to accommodate his blazing penetration. It felt as if he was made for her, his every ridge and contour perfectly sculpted to drive her mad. Her eyes rolled back, and she collapsed against his chest, gasping for breath.

"Felicia," he breathed, his lips grazing her cheek.

"N-Not so hard," she whimpered, her hips bucking. "I can't...think."

"You don't need to think, just feel. I love you."

She nodded and slipped her hand into his, squeezing tight as he fucked her silly. Her mouth fell open, and she moaned wordlessly, her thoughts a hazy fog. Soon, Flora began to stir, awakening by their vigorous coupling. She sat up, watching the two rock the bed, her eyes drawn to his thick, pulsing cock penetrating her sister over and over.

"Felicia," Flora murmured, her hand sliding down her body, beneath her skirt. Corrin's cum caked the lips of her slit, trailing after her slender fingertips in long, sticky strands. The blue-haired maid gathered a glob, scooping it up and licking it from her fingers.

"Delicious," she hummed, meeting his eye. 

Corrin flushed pink, his embarrassment evident on his face. He didn't know why the idea of his cum being tasty to others turned him on so much, but the sight of Flora eagerly sucking his seed from her fingers made his cock throb harder and his balls tighten, preparing to finish.

“Master, please, I want them!”

He paused mid-stroke, blinking in confusion. “Them?”

“Your children, of course!” she cried, half-delirious with pleasure. “We agreed not to do this today, because, um, you know, but then Flora did it anyway! But now I’m glad it's my danger day too, glad that I can bear your children. Please, impregnate me!”

Corrin froze, glancing at Flora, who nodded. His cock throbbed, and Felicia cried out as he slammed into her again and again, pulsing with animalistic lust driven by the lewd moans of his loving maids. 

As he felt the pressure come to a peak, he hilting himself in Felicia’s depths. His shaft swelled, and a rush of heat flooded her, and his maid trembled, her walls twitching around him.

Flora watched, eyes wide, as her sister came again, spurting everywhere, but this time joined by Corrin. They shook for a second, completely still, before small streams of thick cum began leaking from her stuffed pussy, mixing with Felicia's ejaculation and staining the sheets.

"No," Flora gasped, crawling closer, her head bowed, her long hair covering her eyes. "That's not enough, Milord."

She leaned down and lapped at her sister's slit and the hilt of Corrin's cock, tasting their combined juices. Her tongue worked its way up Felicia’s folds, chasing the dwindling spurts of fluid, causing Felicia to twitch and shudder, gasping as her hypersensitive sex was assaulted.

"F-Flora," Felicia whimpered.

Flora ignored her and rose, crawling towards Corrin and meeting his eyes. His heart skipped a beat, and he was struck by her beauty. She had such an allure, and his eyes were drawn to her, and it wasn't just her beauty, but also her loyalty and strength. Devotion was something the two sisters both had in abundance, making him the luckiest master in the world.

"Master," she whispered, cupping his cheek, her lips parting.

His mouth met hers, his tongue slipping past her teeth, and their lips locked, their embrace passionate. Flora sighed contentedly, melting into his arms, her body warm and pliant. Felicia protested as she was pushed to the side once more, but could only sag helplessly on the sheets, weakened by her double orgasm. Besides, she'd get her turn again. Corrin only had one penis, but even after filling them both, it was still hard and ready to go.

Sometime later, exactly how long none of them knew, all three of them lay collapsed on the bed, panting heavily. Flora lay atop Corrin, impaled on his cock but lacking the strength to rise and ride him. Her hair was a mess, and her cheeks were bright red, her chest rising and falling with each heavy breath. A fresh trickle of cum leaked slowly between their union, joining the veritable puddles decorating the bed. Felicia had curled up at Corrin's side, her arms wrapped around his arm, and her cheek resting on his shoulder. Her legs rubbed together, and her toes curled, her body still trembling with post-orgasmic bliss.

"It's getting late," Flora said, her voice hitching as Corrin's cock twitched one final time inside her. "Maybe we should get our day started."

"We already have," Corrin replied softly, nuzzling her neck. "And I wouldn't want to begin any other way. I love you both too much."

His hand fell on Felicia's torso, sliding down until his palm rested on her warm, stuffed womb. The pink-haired girl shivered at his touch, her hands overlapping his.

"Me too," Felicia whispered. "I can't wait until we get to start our family in earnest. Just think about it, Milord, me and Flora having children! They're going to be the cutest babies ever. It’s something I’ve wanted ever since we first confessed, and we shared our first time together. Flora and me both!"

“Truly, master,” Flora added, smiling distantly, “It’s something I’ve dreamed about every night. Even since we were young, naive friends in that dreadful tower. I wish I could reach back through time and tell myself how happy I am now, blessed to be by your side.”

"I agree," Corrin said, smiling. "I hope they turn out to look like you. Nothing would make me happier, or prouder," he added meaningfully. "It doesn't matter what anyone else says, or what happens in this war. Our children and the two of you will always be my family and my highest priority."

Felicia grinned and pecked him on the lips. "You're such a sweetheart, Milord."

Flora followed suit, kissing the same place her sister had, before struggling off his cock. "We really should be going," she murmured. "Jakob isn't going to like it. But thank you, Lord Corrin. Let's hurry up and get you dressed. I can't wait to spend the day with you."

***

"Well?" Nina asked, folding her arms impatiently. "Aren't you going to start?"

Flora blinked, jolted from her reverie. A crimson blush spread across her cheeks as she ran over the morning one last time, and she shook her head quickly. "S-sorry, but it really wasn't anything. Lord Corrin just overslept is all."

"Aww," Soleil complained. "And we were so close too! Are you sure you won't let us in on the secret?"

Felicia's hand fell to her stomach, cradling an imaginary hump that might not be imaginary for long. "Just wait a bit. You won't have to wonder for much longer."

"Oh?"

"It's nothing," Flora said quickly. "She's just...getting her hopes up."

The two sisters shared a warm smile. For the two who had waited for years, a few months would pass like a dream. Together, with Corrin, they had made their choice, and now they stood ready to face the future together. Not just as master and maids, but as family.