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A Harmonized Dream - Chapter 2 (Gunnthrá/Reader from Fire Emblem Heroes)
🕑 Added 2023-04-06 21:45:04 +0000 UTCAskr's summer vacations were infamous for their absurd competitions, and indeed, one was presently taking place.
This time, however, you wanted no part of it. You had come to the beach intending to do nothing but relax, and it was for that reason you had ventured forth to a secluded region of the island.
Not alone, of course. Gunnthrá, your beautiful wife, had accompanied you, and she arguably desired relaxation even more than you did. She had a good reason for wanting this so badly though.
While you wished for a break from the chaos, you could survive if something came up and took away your vacation time. You wouldn't be pleased one bit, of course, but you would endure.
Gunnthrá's desire for relaxation was a compulsory need, however.
She was many months pregnant.
Pregnancy was no joke, even for someone as strong as her. She had fought well against all the complexities that came with it, but it had proven to be just too exhausting.
When the prospect of a trip to a tropical resort came up, she adamantly insisted she wanted to go with you. Laying down on the beach and basking in the warm weather? That sounded divine to her.
“I needed this,” Gunnthrá exhaled, enjoying the light breeze as she rested underneath a palm tree. While she was an immense fan of the gentle temperature, there were a multitude of other things contributing to her serenity. The serene sound of the sea was soothing to her ears, and the ocean painting the horizon was addicting to her eyes. Not quite as addicting as watching you relax alongside her, but close. “It seems you needed this too, my dear."
“I like my job,” you answered her, resting with your arms behind your head as you laid down, appreciating the clear blue sky-- the parts that weren’t obstructed by the palm tree, at least. “But it’s nice not having to worry about it for a while. I needed to unwind too, and seeing you looking so relaxed is helping me to relax too. I don’t have anything to worry about here."
Gunnthrá hummed approvingly, always grateful for anything that would let you spend more time with her. She knew you had important responsibilities that took up much of your time, so seeing you finally getting to sit back and enjoy some leisure was heartwarming.
It had been such a turbulent handful of months. There were so many responsibilities that had to be handled and problems that had to be tackled! She was a princess as well, so she had her fair share of issues to deal with. All in all, Askr demanded a lot, and that was before her pregnancy factored into the equation.
Because of this, the time you had spent together was not as plentiful as it could have been.
But Gunnthrá knew this was what she was getting into when she married you. You were a very important individual who was needed a lot of the time. Even so, she couldn't help but feel especially needy and wanting of your time regardless. It was a feeling she was able to control fairly well, a feat she took pride in considering all her hormones, but she could not deny it had been considerably difficult lately to fight back against peculiar temptations.
Holding back wasn’t something she had to worry about right now though! She was alone with her favorite man, both you and her free of any burdens that would hinder the time you could spend together.
The week leading up to this weekend had been long, but now that it had arrived, she was determined to make the most of her time.
Gunnthrá, already in close proximity to her beloved, shuffled closer to you. She was careful not to maneuver in a way that would put pressure on her belly, but she ultimately settled resting on your upper chest, her eyes aiming high to meet yours. It wasn’t too difficult to look down and make eye contact; you were wise enough to bring a pillow to avoid resting your head against uneven terrain. Beaches were marvelous for rest, but preparations were important!
“Say,” Gunnthrá spoke in that gentle tone you adored so dearly. “My breasts have gotten rather large, haven’t they?”
You didn’t need her to point that out to know that information. It was an observation you had made many times throughout her pregnancy. What husband wouldn’t keep an inquisitive close eye on their wife’s growth?
But the fact that she had decided to point it out… it forced a hot exhale out of your mouth, and upon noticing it, her grin grew.
Gunnthrá had indeed gotten bigger. She was already well-endowed, but right now, it was a miracle her chest hadn’t burst out of her bikini top. You liked this new size though; they were even more fun to fondle! They didn’t look excessive either, nor did they hinder her too much. Sure, she had complained about back problems a few times during her pregnancy so far, but it wasn’t anything a nice massage couldn’t resolve.
“They have gotten quite large,” you responded… once you were confident you weren’t going to sound too shaky, of course. Just because she liked to play games every now and then didn’t mean you were going to give her the victory without a fight. “Though… to be honest with you,I wish they were smaller.”
It was a purposefully teasing comment, but she sounded overjoyed to hear it, oddly enough! “Oh, is that so? Well, I can’t say the same about your cock, I’m afraid.”
Hah. No wonder she had responded so hastily; she had read you like a book and already written her response!
Victory had been snatched from you so effortlessly. You weren’t upset though. She had learned from the best.
You contemplated a counterattack, but knew it would be fruitless once a certain something started to poke against her body. You knew what she wanted. You wanted it too. You had communicated your interest without a single word.
“...you sure?”
You were a tad cautious though. Sure, you had ventured towards a private part of the island, but that didn’t mean it was going to be completely safe. Even so… the temptation and allure were strong, making short work of any resistance you had hoped to build up.
“Sure of what, honey?” Gunnthrá played the oblivious card, or rather, you initially believed she did. “I am very sure I want you to massage my breasts. Why would I not be, hmm? They’ve been a little sore lately, but it’s nothing your hands can’t heal. You’ll do this for me, won’t you, dear?”
That mischievous grin on her face… you adored it.
Gunnthrá’s pregnancy had granted her a healthy boost to not only her sex drive, but her courage. She had demonstrated quite the fascinating level of cheekiness and forwardness in these last few months. Was that a complaint, however? Of course not.
She was the most wonderful woman in your life-- an opportunity to pleasure her was never forsaken. Even as those moments had become substantially more frequent, you had not faltered in your devotion. Your wife deserved nothing less.
That cheeky smile was fractured when your hands groped her tits without warning, but it soon returned with a wondrous vengeance once the surprise wore off. This time, it was paired with a light biting of the lip, something that enchanted that exceptional expression. Gunnthrá hummed enthusiastically, her eyes narrowing while you fondled her. She was experiencing wondrous jolts of bliss, bringing her the form of pleasure she greatly craved.
“Ah… now this is true relaxation,” she cooed, purring nonstop while your fingers dug into her tits. The sensitivity of her chest was yet again something else that had been heightened in the last several months, leading to a growing addiction to her chest being massaged. It was the perfect blend of sexual and non-sexual pleasure, though it was clear she was aiming for things to inevitably skew towards the former today.
That prediction was promptly proven when she abruptly shuffled upwards, choosing to share the cushion with you. She wasn’t against resting on your chest, but it meant her arm would be at an awkward angle while she jerked you off.
Feeling her warm hand envelop your member was as heavenly as ever… and quite shocking too! She had snuck her hand underneath your shorts so stealthily! You rewarded her by returning the favor, slipping your hand underneath her top and taking hold of her breasts properly. You wasted no time in targeting her nipples, knowing she'd appreciate them being teased.
Gunnthrá was a strong one though, refusing to let these additional stimulations disrupt her concentration. You were making her feel wonderful and she was determined to return the favor equally. Feeling her hand traveling up and down your shaft so excitedly was some that would never grow old.
“You have gotten so hot and hard, my dear…” she purred. “You’ve been wanting me to do this ever since we got here, haven’t you?”
“Whatever do you mean?” you figured that if she wasn’t going to play the oblivious card after all, you may as well do it.
Gunnthrá giggled, deciding to rub circles around the tip of your dick, testing to see how it would alter your reaction. It succeeded in making your breathing a little less stable, and for her, that was good enough. “Don’t think I didn’t see the tent in your shorts when you first saw me in this bikini.”
Ah. She had you there.
But who could blame you? She purposefully dressed in a way that would get a rise out of you without showing off too much that it would be inappropriate.
“My little sister was with us at the time too,” she raised an eyebrow. “Have you no shame?”
Look. it wasn’t your thought! Ylgr just happened to be there, and besides, she didn’t see anything. Probably.
Besides, what was she thinking with that comment? She was scolding you for a reaction that was arguably more so her fault than yours! She had a beautiful body! It was a natural reaction! She also could have chosen not to pose in a way that really highlighted her features either, or at least saved that for when you weren’t in Ylgr’s presence. Goodness.
…ah, she had succeeded in riling you up a bit, hadn’t she? How devilish.
You knew why she was doing this. Relentless teasing was unfortunately (and sometimes fortunately) something that turned you on.. Nevertheless, you were determined to endure, understanding the appeal of a good build-up. Why fuck her silly right now when you could wait until you simply couldn’t take anymore? It would be all the more fulfilling then.
Alas, you were not convinced you could hold back for that much longer. Just a quick glance at that beautiful yet daring grin was enough to invoke so many urges! You needed to find something to distract your mind, and quickly!
Luckily, the answer was within the palm of your hands-- quite literally. Gunnthrá’s tits were mesmerizing to fondle… but something so bountiful deserved proper worship.
“Raise your head,” you told her sternly, hoping she would understand your intentions. She happily did as you asked without complaint, even carefully laying down on her side so it would be easier to access what you wished to feast upon. To think, she knew what you wanted just from a simple command! That was either a testament to how well she knew you, or perhaps an indicator that you had done this kind of thing a lot lately.
“Are you thirsty, my dear?” Gunnthrá always had fun with this kind of thing, and though she still sounded cheeky, a faint chill had grasped her voice. She always felt quite the rush of anticipation whenever this special activity was about to occur.
That apprehension amplified once you freed one of her breasts, clutching it momentarily and admiring her slightly swollen nipple. While you believed your hands had done much to alleviate her soreness, you knew you could do so much more.
“I am,” you confirmed what you were planning, eradicating any lingering doubts she had and calling forth an excited exhale. “The weather is hot, and I am dehydrated.”
“Oh, i-is that so?” she mumbled. “Well then… you should d-drink…”
Gunnthrá’s confident facade was fading, but there was a good reason; she knew what she was about to feel, and more importantly, she knew she wasn’t; ready for it. No amount of preparation could save her.
The cure to her swollen nipple was your lips, and as you leaned in and caressed her sensitive bud, she reacted phenomenally. Already, she was humming brightly. The lightest of kisses was enough to do that!
But you hadn’t sunk your head down to her bosom just to tease.
Once you took her nipple into your mouth and started to suck, she lost it.
Gunnthrá couldn’t comprehend the bliss spreading throughout her body. Her nipples were always sensitive, but her pregnancy had amplified the stimulation dramatically. She quivered and couldn’t keep still whatsoever, yet even so, you clung to her nipple like your life depended on it. She understandably struggled to maintain the handjob while this happened, her pace dwindling as she clung to your hair firmly with her spare hand.
“Ah… goodness…” she cried out, her words slurred due to her lip biting. “I shall… never… get used to this… but… I don’t think… I want to!”
You suckled upon her nipple as greedily as you could, knowing a wondrous reward awaited you. It arrived sooner than expected, and when that creamy and sweet substance entered your mouth, you suckled even harder.
…perhaps a little too roughly, but she didn’t express any signs of discomfort.
For the record, you didn’t classify ‘endless shaking, moaning, and hair clenching’ as discomfort.
Nevertheless, it was all for her benefit! She had to get used to these sensations before the baby was born, for it would make feeding it an effortless task. That was totally the reason-- it wasn’t because you were addicted to drinking your wife’s milk. Nope-- not at all!
Although her efforts to please you had dwindled, she was still trying her best despite her disorientated state. Her motions were a lot slower, but her clutch was notably strong. It was enough to keep you feeling good without disrupting your focus too much, so all was well from your perspective. How could you not be pleased? Your wife was trembling!
Despite her earlier proclamations, however, she was about to gradually bring her pace back up to respectable levels. Slowly but surely, Gunnthrá was getting used to how she was feeling. This promptly hindered how quickly you could suckle upon her tit, meaning she could focus more clearly on the handjob.
Against all odds, she was beginning to even the scales. You were not going down without a fight though! You switched targets, slobbering over the untouched nipple, rejuvenating the unfathomable level of shivers running up her spine. The counterattack proved effective, equalizing things in such a way that neither you nor her could find an advantage.
But that was ideal. This was the kind of relaxation you were hoping would happen during this vacation. Sucking your wife’s tits while she jerked you off? You never wanted it to end!
But all good things had to.
It wasn’t because you were ready to cum and shower her in the semen she loved so much, however.
Nor had you drank all her milk.
Gunnthrá had backed away unexpectedly, reluctantly freeing herself from your loving devotion in the process. It was an extraordinarily teasing sensation-- you had just gotten into the zone!
But you weren’t mad. You knew she wouldn’t have done this so suddenly without good reason.
“Big sisssssss!!”
…ah. That was the reason.
Gunnthrá had been wise and kept a close eye on her surroundings despite everything, and that decision had proven to be a sound one. Ylgr’s voice was still distant, thankfully; it was a hopeful indicator the younger girl hadn’t seen something not meant for her eyes.
While she was quick to pull back up her top, your erection wasn’t something that could calm down so easily. Her little sister miraculously avoided seeing it earlier, and the older sister was not willing to risk a second chance. Therefore, she shuffled between your legs, letting your dick rest calmly against her back while she got comfortable, hopefully hiding it from view.
“Hello, Ylgr,” Gunnthrá managed to sound calm and composed as her little sister approached. “Are you enjoying your summer vacation?”
“Yep!” Ylgr sounded cheerful… which was good! There was no sign of suspicion whatsoever. “I wondered where you two went, so I started to explore. Enjoying the privacy, hmm? Hehe~ Don’t worry, I won’t stay long!”
Apparently, a little bit of cheekiness ran in the family, but it was clear that she was just trying to tease… probably.
You weren’t going to look too into it for the sake of your sanity.
“I hope you’re not implying we are doing anything inappropriate, dear,” Gunnthrá kept her composure… somewhat. While you suspected she didn’t believe her little sister was onto her, the possibility was clearly getting to her.
Ylgr giggled, her body dancing from side to side excitedly. “Nah. If I actually saw something… I’d be watching from a safe distance! I’d want to learn a lot!”
“Ylgr!” Gunnthrá was shocked at that answer. “I cannot believe the words coming from your mouth!”
“I’m just teasing, big sis!” Ylgr chuckled, her amusement never faltering. “Why are you so defensive, anyway? Hmm… unless…?”
Curiosity. It was brewing.
Curiosity led to investigations.
Investigations led to revelations.
That was bad. Very bad.
“I am trying to sleep, girls,” you interjected, yawning afterwards. You prayed your tiredness sounded believable; it was a good thing you had decided to lay down to take advantage of the unoccupied pillow! You had been wise and already figured out in advance that it was the best place to put your head. It was absolutely not because you missed its comfort. Alas, they were only second place to Gunnthrá’s breasts, but they weren’t an option here. “Please keep it down…”
Gunnthrá was quick to play along. “You heard him, Ylgr. Why do you think I’m sitting in front of him? The palm tree above us only covers so much. I offer quite a bit of shade. My husband needs to relax too.”
Ylgr mumbled momentarily, crossing her arms as she seemingly assessed the situation.
“Aww… that’s boring!” she scoffed and sighed. “I thought for sure you were hiding something else… but your hubby does sound tired. Hmm…mMaybe you kept him up late last night, hmm? Ehehehe~”
“...Ylgr…” Gunnthrá’s patience was running a little thin. “I assure you-- we are not doing anything inappropriate. To think that you are even suggesting the notion-- I am a-appalled!”
Big words from the person who had, for some reason, resumed stroking your cock.
Had Ylgr made a friend recently that had been a bad influence?
Gunnthrá’s hand felt so divine…
There were a few girls around her age here as well. Who was the culprit? A few mischievous ones came to mind.
…wait.
Why was Gunnthrá jerking you off?!
The pleasure had resumed as quickly as it departed… meaning it had taken you to properly process what was happening!
Ylgr was luckily distracted more so by the sea than what was happening behind her sister. Thank goodness this spot offered such a delightful view of the sea!
“Sorry…” the little sister sounded genuinely a little remorseful, presumingly explaining the lack of eye contact. “It’s just… I’m… bored! Bored bored bored! I thought this summer vacation would be exciting! I'm not interested in the competition that's happening, and those who aren't participating are doing their own thing in their own little friendship groups! I want to get involved, but I don't really feel like I belong anywhere… so I'm very bored!"
Okay. This was good. Well, what she was saying wasn’t good… but it was good that it was serious talk! Gunnthrá would stop and she would speak earnestly to her little sister and she was not stopping actually she was trying to make the situation worse?!
Ylgr’s back was turned… and in response, Gunnthrá decided to lift her body and impale her pussy on your cock.
What.
It was admittedly hard to complain when faced with that heavenly warmth you were arguably addicted to, but there was a time and a place and this was neither!
“Aww, dear,” Gunnthrá sounded surprisingly serene… well, as serene as she could sound with her insides full up. “We won’t mind if you want to stay for a bit to talk about it. My hubby can sleep through some light noise if he has to, so feel free to chat away!”
We? You had not been consulted on this.
You watched Gunnthrá grab a nearby bag you had taken to this location, placing it in-between her legs in an attempt to hide what was happening. It was a sound strategy!
Except for the part where it wasn’t. A mere bag was not going to hide that she had decided to start bouncing on your cock.
All Ylgr had to do was look over… and you were very confident she’d not interpret the movements as some light exercising. Her earlier comments had demonstrated she was knowledgeable on this kind of thing.
Yet… despite how blatantly obvious everything was, Ylgr did not look back! The only thing she did was sit down, ready to continue the conversation as she took in the sight of the sea. The sun was beginning to set, so perhaps that had contributed to her fascination. “I’m worried… some people might not like me and that they’re just pretending to. Let’s face it-- I’m the odd one out. Nearly everyone else is a hero. I’m just a princess from Nifl. Princess doesn’t mean much when there’s so many of those! I’m a nobody.”
“I assure you, that is n-not the case at all,” Gunnthrá slipped, having had one particularly sensitive spot rubbed too hard. “There are countless heroes, dear. I am sure there are many in a similar situation to you. Friendships cannot be forced. They naturally happen.”
Despite the momentary error, it was shocking your wife was able to keep it together for the most part. She was riding you at a respectable pace, treating your eyes to the sight of her bubbly butt jiggling constantly. If it wasn’t for the nearby presence, that ass would have had your undivided attention.
It was ironic. Ylgr had come onto the scene with at least some suspicion, but now suspicious stuff was happening after she had abandoned the thought of such an event.
This was ridiculous. Fooling around on a beach with nobody around was one thing… but fucking in front of her little sister?! This had to be some heightened hormones called forth by the pregnancy. Your wife was always a little daring, but this was quite the leap!
But was it more baffling than Ylgr’s complete lack of environmental awareness? You weren’t too sure about that.
“I suppose so,” Ylgr couldn’t really refute her sister’s suggestion, even if she knew it would be difficult to follow that advice. She kept quiet for a bit, mumbling from time to time… and somehow not hearing the unusual noises happening right behind her! “I have noticed some quiet girls not really wanting to talk to anybody. I figured I’d leave them alone as I can be a bit loud… but maybe they’d appreciate the company, actually? Wouldn’t hurt to try, I think.”
Yes. Great idea! Go do that now! Befriend those lonely girls! Have a great time! Not here!
…that was what you wanted to say, but you were supposed to be sleeping!
Or rather, trying to sleep. Ylgr had done a good job at keeping her voice low, so you had to give credit where it was due, but gods you wanted to intervene…
Well, there wasn’t anything theoretically stopping you from saying anything. However, you had not mastered that black magic Gunnthrá was utilizing that kept her voice predominantly calm despite having a cock deep inside her. If you were to say something, it would come out weird and she would get suspicious and she would see her big sister having sex right behind her!
What was Gunnthrá thinking?!
…you quietly sighed. She wasn’t the only one to blame here; there was a reason you were still maddeningly erect. This situation was ridiculous… but you couldn’t deny that the risk was hot. Gunnthrá loving it too? Even hotter.
“I think that’s a wonderful idea, Ylgr,” Gunnthrá had successfully conquered the witchcraft that kept her calm at all costs. Her stutters simply did not exist any longer. “In fact, why wait? It sounds like they need your company more than we do, not to say I do not appreciate it, of course.”
There was only so much this ludicrous luck could be pushed. Gunnthrá had the right idea; you had both gotten your kicks from this-- now it was time to stop.
“In a bit,” Ylgr did not give the response you were hoping for. “I need to think about what I need to say first.”
Couldn’t she do that while she was walking back…?
“That’s a good idea,” Gunnthrá agreed with the proposition, and to further solidify that agreement, she started to bounce on your cock at a faster pace. Did she want to get caught? Wasn’t the whole appeal meant to be the possibility-- not the certainty?! “Take all the time you need, sweetie.”
On the plus side, Ylgr still seemed so fascinated by the ocean… but how long would the view keep her eyes occupied?
…especially because Gunnthrá was really struggling to hold back her voice. It had started with some light humming, but now, her mouth was glued open, letting out all sorts of wonderful noises… and the volume was only increasing.
You were beginning to suspect Ylgr had a fascinating case of selected hearing. Either that, or the two sisters had conjured up some diabolical plan to torture your soul, but that proposition was even more bizarre than the current situation!
…maybe it was time to stop caring so much.
This was hot. This was also terrifying.
It was an unusual combination. You could dig a bit of the latter-- it was thrilling! This, however, was too much.
But if you decided to just roll with it, then maybe…
Ylgr was not paying attention to her surroundings. That much was clear.
For that reason, why not embrace the absurdity? Why not ignore the endless questions that you had no answer to?
Was there a threshold that had to be met before Ylgr realized what was happening? Was there even one at all? Did Gunnthrá need to be taught a playful lesson regarding her mischief?
…well, you had an answer for that last one, and it was a resounding yes.
Gunnthrá was in the middle of a moan when you jolted your hips upwards suddenly, causing quite the havoc to her voice. When you placed your hands on her hips and continued the attack, her voice grew even more disorientated. She had not expected you to strike so swiftly, if at all!
“...g-goodness…” her voice was as hushed as it could be, hopefully far from the reach of her sister’s ears. “I was… ah… w-wondering if you were… e-enjoying this… or if I was g-going too far…”
She had gone too far.
But she was also your wife.
If she wanted to jump down into the rabbit hole of degeneracy, then you were going to fall down with her.
“Stand up,” you instructed her quietly, wanting to switch gears and do things your way for a bit. Discreetness no longer had any meaning in your eyes, not when Ylgr was in a world of her own. Even so, you understood that state wouldn’t last indefinitely. If you were truly going to get away with this… you had to get this disgustingly beautiful degeneracy out of your wife’s system by making her cum hard. “Place your hands on the palm tree and stick out your ass. I’m not going to let you have all the fun, Gunnthrá.”
“Oh my~” she was thrilled at the assertion, happy to do as you asked. She carefully stood up, still keeping a close eye on her sister despite clearly not caring that much about her witnessing the depravity. “But you must be careful! You wouldn’t want my innocent little sister seeing her oldest sister being fucked senselessly, hmm?”
You decided not to comment on that; after all, trying to decipher her aroused mind would take too long and distract you from screwing her silly,
Gunnthrá finished complying with your request, sticking out her bubbly butt. It was as delightful as ever to see, but the view would be far grander with your cock impaled deep inside her.
Therefore, you wasted no time in granting that wish. As the little sister pondered life’s many complexities, you started to screw her big sister in the background. After all the teasing you had endured, it felt especially satisfying to let loose a little! It wasn’t difficult either, for your lover was extraordinarily wet, proving that performing these degenerate acts in front of her sibling was massively arousing. How much of that degeneracy was tied to the pregnancy? Questions for later, you supposed.
The crashing of the nearby waves was perhaps what was saving you here; the noise was vigorous and frequent… but its volume was on the verge of being eclipsed by not only Gunnthrá’s joyful cries, but the sweet sweaty sounds of sex.
“Y-You must slow down, dear…” Gunnthrá pretended to reason with you, though her voice was naturally not selling the act whatsoever. “S-She’ll see us…”
Naturally, you saw that as a cue to fuck her faster.
Though you were taking her from behind, her breasts were bouncing so frantically, causing them to often come into view. The temptation to clutch and squeeze them was too great, doing so as you bottomed out inside her. The intensified sensations caused the largest moan yet!
… which was unfortunately enough to alert Ylgr.
Thankfully, you noticed the younger girl stirring and immediately took all the precautions you could to evade a tragedy, relocating your hands to your wife's belly. Gunnthrá took the initiative too, maneuvering alongside you so she could face her sister and adopt the most innocent expression she could muster.
“Oooh, I think the b-baby is kicking…” Gunnthrá tried her best to suggest her moan originated from something innocent. Her tone was convincing enough. Hopefully.
“Oooh, really?” Ylgr seemed a little suspicious, but her sister’s comment had made it obvious she was clearly misinterpreting what was happening! From her angle, it looked pure enough! A husband holding his pregnant wife, trying to feel the baby’s movements? There was nothing unusual about that! "Can I feel too?"
"Of course, dear!" Gunnthrá did her best to maintain the excited tone, giving the illusion of a happy mother to be, rather than a sexual deviant.
Ylgr happily stepped forward and placed a hand on her sister's belly once you freed some space. She waited patiently, hoping to feel something, preferably something that resembled a kick.
"...I think the baby is shy," she sounded disappointed, but she wasn't going to let it dampen her mood.
"I'm sorry, dear," Gunnthrá apologized. "There will be other opportunities, so don't worry."
Gunnthrá's ability to keep her composure for the most part was once again bewildering. She sounded completely normal… but it did not reflect how she was reacting internally. Just knowing she had her hubby's dick deep inside her while conversing with her sister was causing quite the volatile reaction. She had tightened up dramatically! It was taking an astonishing amount of willpower on your part to remain still, but this feeling was unbelievable!
It felt exactly like it did whenever she came.
…wait.
Had Gunnthrá actually climaxed?
Right in front of her sister?!
…honestly, this was pretty par for the course by this point.
"Ah well," Ylgr sighed. "Anyway, I've had a good think about what I should say to those girls. I'm feeling optimistic, so I'm gonna head out! I'll leave you two lovebirds to it, ehehehe~
That was just another one of her fun little remarks! Surely!
“T-Take care, Ylgr!” Gunnthrá, alas, couldn’t quite hold it together while dealing with an orgasm. Fortunately, Ylgr had already started to leave, likely suspecting she had just flustered her sister if she even heard the farewell at all.
Once she was a satisfied distance away, the troublemaker currently within the embrace of your arms started to stir.
“Oh my goodness… I actually came!”
“I know,” you chuckled in amusement. “And from how it felt inside you, I dare say it was a damn good one.”
Gunnthrá hummed for a moment, articulating her next words carefully. “...indeed it was… but I must ask-- did I go a little too far there?”
“Yes,” you were honest, but you were quick to amend her disappointment. “But I can’t deny the facts-- I liked it. Though… I’m not sure I’ll be able to look at your sister the same way though.”
The only response you received was a giggle, but that was fine. She had tightened up so fiercely! That orgasm must have been magnificent!
You made a mental note to ask her about that black magic; she did not moan at all!
“...hey…”
“Hmm?”
Gunnthrá gazed back, that devious smirk reappearing. “Did my milk taste good?”
“It did,” you answered truthfully.
“Good,” she sounded thrilled, but her grin was growing… “I think it’s only fair that I get to taste yours too.”
You grinned. This was the kind of boldness you were used to, and goodness, you truly believed you deserved it after that insanity.
Gunnthrá didn’t even wait for your response. She promptly dropped to her knees, helping herself to her favorite treat.
She had not forgotten how adamantly you had worshipped her breasts, demonstrating that by slobbering all over your cock just as thirstily. She started at the tip, teasing it with the gentlest of kisses, but a gradual progression just wasn’t something she was interested in. Her tongue trailed down your length and reached your balls in no time, salivating over them passionately for some time while she jerked you off. Eventually, she reversed hands, smooching your shaft all over while fondling your balls. She alternated between this for some time, and it was unbelievably hot to watch.
It was times like these that the notion that she was meant to be a princess was baffling. Gunnthrá was not being elegant in the slightest, ascending to a stage greater than devotion. She was addicted to doing this. It was clear her magnificent orgasm had encouraged her to return the favor and give you one just as sublime. At this rate, she was bound to, and she hadn’t even taken it into her mouth yet!
Gunnthrá started to trail her tongue up one last time, gazing up to make sure you were watching. Apparently, she was a mind reader now, for she promptly took in everything without any resemblance of discomfort. The pressure was enormous and overwhelming but in the best of ways. You understood why she wanted to make certain you were looking at her! Otherwise, you would have missed your cock descending deep into her throat, and it was an act that took your breath away more than hers-- and she was the one with a big dick inside her mouth!
Constant drenches of saliva, sucked-in cheeks, and endless bobbing made the blowjob as astounding as your beautiful wife hoped it would be. She was doing such a terrific job despite this being an overexerting task.
“...keep that up, Gunnthrá,” you voiced your approval. It was easy to deduce from your groans that you were having the time of your life, but some personal encouragement could go a long way. “I’m gonna cum soon. That’s what you want, right?”
Gunnthrá couldn’t respond due to the unfortunate case of a cock wedged down her throat, but she was able to share her endorsement through a collection of captivating hums. Knowing now that you were approaching your end, she did all she could to speed up. It was only a slight increase, but precisely what you needed to feel that familiar pressure.
Having already stated her desires, you did not hesitate to cum. Gunnthrá wasn’t caught off guard in the slightest by the abundance of semen swarming into her mouth, having gotten used to the overflowing sensation long ago. She swallowed eagerly, happy to receive her long-awaited reward.
The mother of your unborn child took her time departing from your dick, wanting to make sure every last drop was safely inside her tummy. When it was time to retreat, she did so very gradually, something that felt divine during a moment of extreme sensitivity.
"You came a lot, dear!" Gunnthrá was ecstatic. "This is not a dream, right? That was a lot more than what I'm used to."
What a line to say after all that insanity! You felt obligated to point that out, in fact. "That's the part that seems unreal to you?"
Gunnthrá chuckled, wiping her mouth clean. "I am enjoying this summer vacation so far. I hope you're looking forward to the remaining few days too, my dear."
It appeared you and her had very different definitions of a weekend break.
Her way of thinking was something you could get behind, however.
"I think it's time we go somewhere truly private," you suggested. "I want to show my appreciation for today's antics."
"Appreciation, hmm?" she smirked. "What could that mean?"
"You'll see."
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"Oh, hey, you two! You’re back!"
You had returned to the private room that was meant for two individuals.
Except a room meant for two had three.
Ylgr was sitting on the bed with a cheerful smile on her face. "I made three new friends while you two were busy, ehehehe."
That was wonderful news… so why was she here?
"But they had to go, so now I'm bored again," she answered the question you didn't get a chance to ask. "Hope you don't mind me hanging out here!"
"Oh, not at all!" Gunnthrá was tackling this unexpected obstacle well. "Though we were only planning to pick up some things before heading out again!"
Ah, good save! This wasn't the ultimate privacy you desired, but nothing was stopping you from just returning to where you were.
"Oooh, sounds fun! Can I come?" Ylgr asked. "Maybe this time, I'll be able to feel the baby kicking!"
"Of course, dear!"
Gunnthrá…
…ah, screw it. You'd make it work.
Comments
Thanks a bunch! And yes, someone did indeed commission it! I am not sure if that commissioner would want Ylgr to join in, to be honest. I am glad the exhibitionism was enjoyed nonetheless!
DDW1123
This was really good! I’m rather shocked that another soul commissioned pregnancy sex outta you, but I won’t complain! The Ylgr exhibitionism scene was very degenerate in the best of ways. I’m interested to see if the commissioner ever lets Ylgr in on the action. Anyway, great job!
