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The silken sheets of Corrin’s bed were strewn haphazardly across her bed, the Nohrian princess’ curvaceous figure lying still on top of the mattress. It was like a life-sized porcelain doll had been tossed carelessly onto the bed, dressed in an almost transparent nightgown of extremely high quality. She shifted only every once in awhile, the only evidence that she was still alive at all, her long, smooth legs brushing against one another as she rolled onto her side. Though she slept by herself in her queen sized bed, she was far from alone.
Flora stood at the foot of the bed, silently holding herself with a poised posture and a blank expression. Her eyes were trained on the slumbering girl, it was her duty to wait on Corrin hand and foot at all hours of the day. Though her lady could be something of a brat at times, she didn’t mind it all too much, as she, in truth, was rather fond of Corrin. She was kind, compassionate, and altogether a delight to be around. Being posted to be at beck and call in the dead of the night wasn’t a duty she found tedious either. All in all, it was rather lax. Corrin slept like a rock most nights, so she typically had eight - or the occasional nine or ten if Corrin refused to wake up, as she so often did - to do as she pleased.
Once Flora was certain that Corrin was fast asleep, she set out to do what she always did with her evenings when she was on duty. Her hands ran down to the hem of the frilly, black skirt of her maid outfit, her fingers tracing along where the cloth ended. She savored the buildup, drinking in the half-naked view of the royal girl’s supple figure. The faintest hint of nipple was visible beneath the barely transparent cloth of her nightwear, adding to Flora’s growing arousal. She flipped the skirt up, revealing her pale, thick thighs grinding against each other in need. Garter belt led up the sides of her legs from her stockings to her panties, which contained a very suspicious bulge that seemed to throb slightly at its reveal. The faintest of smiles arose to her lush lips, a clear eagerness behind her patient stare surfacing in the form of an uncharacteristic mischievous glint in her eyes.
“Cooorrin?” She cooed softly, confirming one final time that her dear lady was slumbering deeply. When no response came she knew that she had her freedom at last, having the confidence to hook her fingers into the waistband of her undergarments and tugging them down until they were pulled clean off of her groin. A mostly flaccid girl-cock flopped out, large and thick despite its softened state, just enough blood pumped into it that it was becoming solid and bigger with every throb and twitch. A smile danced across her lips now, licking her plush tiers hungrily as she took the shaft of the swelling fuck-meat in her delicate hand and began to stroke. This was what she did every night to the sight of her beloved Corrin; watching and beating herself off from sundown to sunrise.
It was growing harder to stop herself from throwing herself onto Corrin, however. Every evening she became a little more enthralled by the idea of plugging the holes of the white-haired and milky-skinned princess, just as she started her routine earlier and earlier with each passing day. At first she’d only fantasized, having been bored out of her mind with nothing to do but watch and wait, but as time went on she began to get more careless, realizing that Corrin had total trust in her servant. She had even begun to wear more provocative and comfortable nightclothes, believing that there was no reason to be shy around her dutiful servant. She was apparently sorely mistaken, Flora quick to abuse this innocent trust.
The maid girl’s hand firmly gripped the girth of her cock-flesh and began to stroke, moving her hand slowly as she savored the sight of the woman she so lusted after. Her eyes scoured the curves of the slumbering Corrin, from head to toe, and most especially fixated on the Nohrian girl’s massive bust. Just the touch of her own hand to her phallus made her shiver with delight, thoroughly aroused by the view of the goddess on the bed. She always started things off nice and carefully, patiently caressing along her massive meat-log as it grew to full-mast. Her absurdly large cock was hidden with ease thanks to her maid uniform, the convenient covering shielding the very prominent and obvious bulge within her panties during her work hours. It was on a rare occasion that she slipped up and had to excuse herself to her local broom closet to rub one out, often finding it difficult to work too closely with her lady without her arousal peaking. Her dick reaching its fully erect state often threatened to burst from her panties and rip them clear off! Cramming a stiff twelve inches of she-meat into such small, black undergarments was a nearly impossible feat, after all, such a thing difficult to do even when she was flaccid.
“Ohhh, Corrin…” Flora purred, her voice a slightly sweeter and huskier tone. She ogled Corrin’s pale, supple flesh with elevated breathing, her palms covered in pre-cum making a soft ‘shclicking’ noise as it ran across the length of her veiny staff with its solid grip. Concealing her emotions had always been her strong suit, but she couldn’t help but let loose in situations like this. With no one around to witness her perverse act she was inhibited, furiously stroking her thick rod. Pre-cum oozed from the tip as her prick tingled with anticipation, her cock hungering for more. Flora took a step forward, looming over the bed with a slight hunch as she leaned in to get a better look at Corrin’s buxom physique in the dimly lit room. The only light she had to work off of was the moon shining through the open window, illuminating Corrin’s smooth skin with an almost otherworldly glow. Flora wanted to paint that pale, white skin in the milky sheen of her cock-cream more than anything - it drove her wild just thinking about it.
It was almost on cue that Flora began to pant audibly, her lips parted slightly as she stroked her cock with more fervor than before. Her stare was intense, her mind committing the sight of Corrin’s chest-cushions to memory. Though she had done this countless times by now, she never got over how intoxicating and absolutely addictive it was to do this so close to the woman she so admired. She got closer yet, pressing right up against the mattress and bucking her hips against her hand just enough to begin rocking the bed frame. However subtle it was, it aided in her fantasizing. She closed her eyes and listened to the bed creaking, envisioning herself mounting the fat ass of the well-endowed princess and going to town. Flora may have been a proper lady in many regards, but she was sure that she would become no better than a savage or a bandit if she was given the chance to use Corrin’s body to her heart’s content.
Even now she was nearly unable to hold herself back, feverishly thrusting into her grip. With the lubrication of her pre-cum it was easy to move back and forth, quickly coaxing herself closer and closer to the brink of orgasm. The last stretch was always Flora’s favorite, an intense pressure building in her sensitive shaft. She ached for release, her limbs locking up and her body going rigid. It took a little longer every evening for her to reach this overwhelming bliss, growing less satisfied with using just her hand in the presence of such suitable holes prime for using. It drove her insane knowing that she was being denied the pleasures she so craved. As her pleasure reached its high point and spunk began to erupt from the cusp of her engorged she-meat, she realized that there was no way that she could be satisfied with just this anymore. She let her canon loose, splattering her jizz across the blankets at Corrin’s feet. The evidence wouldn’t matter, for she was to commit a deed far more severe than just jacking off in the presence of her lady.
As her orgasm winded down, her dick grew no softer. It remained in its pulsating, twitching state, still as rock solid as ever. She hoisted herself up onto the bed, delicately so as to not shake Corrin awake, crawling on all fours until she was positioned just above the sleeping beauty. She nearly came just from being so close, not quite touching, Flora close enough to smell Corrin’s scent. The princess was vulnerable, defenseless to whatever perverse plan that Flora could concoct. She nearly drooled, their faces just inches away. This woman had awoken the lust within Flora. Before they had met, Flora’s libido had practically been nonexistent. Nothing aroused her, she could only think of herself as a freak born with the wrong genitalia - but now, now she was grateful to have been born with a cock. A big one too, one worthy of penetrating the fairest lady in Nohr.
Flora got up on her knees, starting to strip. She moved slowly, taking care to not preemptively startle Corrin awake. She freed her own sizeable chest, clad in only a lacy black bra, tossing her dress off to the side and onto the floor. The cool air felt nice against her bare skin, reminding her of home, but as she leaned over Corrin she found that the warmth of the girl’s body was even more comforting. She stayed like that for a long time, taking in Corrin’s smell, until she could hold herself back no longer. She took the girl’s head in her hands, fingers taking purchase in her wavy, white locks, and planted a firm kiss on her soft, plump lips. They tasted divine, tiers mashing against tiers and muffling Corrin’s shocked screams as her eyes cracked open and went wide with shock.
“Mmmf?!” She called out, taken further off guard as she realized who her attacker was. The maid she so trusted was forcing herself upon her, Flora’s tongue lunging for hers and intertwining itself with her own. Her cries were stifled, only the dumbstruck expression on her face able to communicate her feelings to the woman on top. Flora gazed back into those terrified eyes, but her own visage was one of one-sided enjoyment. The servant was far too lost in her own depravity to care for Corrin’s wellbeing any longer, she needed this more than anything else at this moment in time. When the writhing and whining from the girl beneath finally slowed to a halt, Flora broke the kiss to get a word in edgewise.
“I’m sorry, my lady,” she panted softly, a strand of drool connecting her lips to Corrin’s. “I just can’t help myself! You’re so cute, cool, and so damn sexy!” Her words came like a bubbling brook without a dam to stop them. “I love you! I want to fill you with my seed, I want you to carry my child in your womb!” She spoke like a true obsessive fanatic, as if she aspired to do nothing more with her life than to pump Corrin full of her cum. “I-it’s okay if you don’t want to, though. I could never expect you to agree to something so obscene right off the bat!” She quickly stammered, strangely apologetic despite her position of power. “I’ll… I’ll just have to rape you until you like it! I’m going to turn you into my cock-sleeve before Felicia comes in to help wake you up in the morning! Doesn’t that sound nice? Just you and me, fucking allll night!” She licked her lips hungrily. Corrin tried to cry out again, pleading for her freedom, but Flora dipped her head forward and planted another heated kiss on the princess’ open mouth.
Her hands moved to take grab Corrin by her thighs, spreading them apart and moving into position between them. The plump flesh squeezed Flora’s flanks trying to bar her entrance, but it was futile. It became quickly apparent that she was much, much stronger physically than her mistress, though Corrin’s rigorous training may have suggested otherwise. Perhaps it was because of the physical demands that Flora’s job had as a maid, constantly exerting herself as she did her chores, or maybe her strength had been increased tenfold with her lust.
There was also the fact that Corrin wasn’t resisting with all her might. Though she was a little drowsy, and incredibly confused as to what was going on, she didn’t want to hurt Flora. They were too close! Surely there was some sort of explanation as to what was going on, something rational! Yet there wasn’t a reason, it was all a result of Flora’s unhealthy infatuation. She brought her hips down, shoving the swollen tip of her slab of fuck-meat against the crotch of Corrin’s panties. The bulbous head grinded into the slit through the cloth, applying a gentle pressure that coaxed an unwilling moan from the vulnerable girl. She humped forward, her sudden motion sliding the underside of her cock along the covered entrance and pushing herself forward until her sack was nestled right up against the princess’ groin. Her fuck-stick remained pressed against the girl’s toned stomach, a crude display of just how deep Flora could force herself into the barely protected insides of her victim.
She needed to feel the warmth of Corrin’s folds wrapped around her girth, practically tearing the panties away in a desperate attempt to uncover the tight twat hidden beneath. She longed for it, quick to move her hips and pressing the spunk-drooling tip to the opening of the snug snatch. She wasted no time idling at the gate, ramming her pelvis downwards and plunging half of her cock deep inside of the pink folds. Her dense girth stretched the entrance until it fit the shape of her dick like a glove, squeezing down on the circumference as the walls were forcefully split apart. Corrin let out a cry into Flora’s mouth, shocked by the sudden insertion.
All this time had gone by and she had never once suspected her trusted retainer of having a penis, but she was certain of exactly how real it was with this one single thrust. Its warmth, its thickness, its wild throbbing. She could feel it all as it reamed her insides out, the massive, pulsating thing claiming what could be considered her technical virginity - were it not for her experimentation with toys and masturbation after discovering the wonderful world of porn. Still, this was the first time that a real cock had truly penetrated her. Flora was well aware of this, and it made her heart flutter knowing that she had claimed something so precious of her beloved lady Corrin.
“Ahnn, mmmf! Y-you’re sooo tight, my lady!” Flora moaned into Corrin’s mouth. The lewd sounds of her tongue exploring the princess’ filled the room, combined with the wet slurping of her still licking and lapping at her poor victim’s own tongue. She began to move her hips, bringing them up and down, pounding herself into the tight entrance and cramming as much of her girl-dick as she could into the vice-like embrace. Every thrust brought her an inch deeper, Flora relishing in the feeling of being a little bit closer to being totally unified with her mistress. She could never be sated until she was balls deep in Corrin’s tight pussy, yearning to feel it clinging to her cock and milking her shaft for every drop of its seed.
She would pull back slowly at first, nearly reaching the glans of her titanic girl-meat and holding herself steadily in place. It was all to taunt and toy with her plaything, wiggling her hips a little before ramming herself back down and penetrating deep inside of Corrin’s cunt. Flora began to do this over and over again, like a piston at full throttle. Back and forth, her steady rhythm creating a consistent ‘thwap, thwap, thwap’ of her large sack bouncing off of the Nohrian royalty’s plump ass from below. The pinned girl’s whole body jiggled with every thrust down into her fuck-hole, her chest especially volatile against the force being pummeled into her. Her copious amounts of flesh wobbled like gelatin, a sight for sore eyes and one that Flora was incredibly pleased to look at.
She couldn’t resist moving both hands to take hold of each of Corrin’s sizeable tits, the dominant maid’s fingers sinking into the doughy breasts and kneading the pale globules of chest-flesh mercilessly in tight circular motions. She pinched and tweaked the light pink nipples through the thin layer of cloth between her forefinger and middle digit. It riled her up more than ever to feel the plush chest-pillows submit to the force of her fingers, the soft peaks malleable beneath her grip. It was how Flora had always had always imagined - everything was! The shocked and flustered look on her lady’s face, the feel of her lady’s tight pussy wrapped around her cock though reluctant as it may have been. She had fantasized about this moment for a long, long time. Flora couldn’t believe she was actually doing it, she was molesting her beloved Corrin and ravaging her insides!
“Nnnmmm! I luhhh you!” She groaned into Corrin’s maw, repeatedly bottoming herself out inside of the vice-like cock-socket. Though her words were slurred the intent behind them was obvious enough, another bold confession of her love for her lady. Only this time it was paired with a few rough bucks of her hips before Flora finally buried herself to the hilt. She stayed still, her lower half spasming as a torrent of spunk began to erupt from her cock. The floodgates had opened, there was no stopping the flow of her thick baby-batter as it rapidly filled Corrin’s womb to the brim. It continued to pump out until it spilled out around her girth, pooling on the bedsheets beneath.
“Hahhh, shooo good!” The maid panted, breaking the kiss as her climax winded down. She stared lovingly down into Corrin’s eyes, closely examining the mixed expression of the girl below. A cocktail of emotions were visible on her visage, the most prominent of which being utter surprise. Her cheeks were flushed a vivid red, a cute look for the princess that spurred Flora back into action once more. She couldn’t resist starting to stir her hips around, stirring Corrin’s insides around before once more starting to drive her thrust her pelvis downwards. She hadn’t broken her lady enough yet, so a second dosage of her dick was very much in order! She would do this as much as was necessary, bent on forcing her mistress to submit to her pillar of fuck-meat!
This continued until the sun began to peek over the distant mountaintops. Corrin sat in Flora’s lap, bouncing quite eagerly on the maid’s still-stiff column of girl-dick. Five orgasms had gone by and she was still as hard as a rock, never faltering in the presence of her beloved. Rather, perhaps it had been seven loads that she had dumped? She had lost count soon after she had finally managed to fully convert her mistress into a cock-addicted slut, totally indulged in their session of thoroughly breeding the white-haired woman’s womb. Corrin’s stomach was slightly bloated now, her insides overflowing with off-white gunk at this point. There was even less space left unoccupied with every inch of Flora’s fat prick constantly sliding in and out, training the princess’ insides to fit her cock and hers alone.
Corrin also seemed tremendously into it by now, her tongue lolled out from her parted lips and her eyes rolled back into her head. She loved riding this pole more than anything else, enthusiastically impaling herself on every last inch with each rise and fall of her bubble butt. Her milky white orbs, no longer clothed in the nightgown in tatters on the floor somewhere, rested comfortably in Flora’s hands, who fondled and massaged them skillfully as she was ridden so dutifully by her lady.
“Hyaaahhh! I-I love you, and your big cock, Flora!” Corrin cried out, reacting to the sensation of having her sensitive nipples pinched and tugged on. “P-please, fuck me every day! You’ll give me your cum anytime I want it, right?” She was panting like a bitch in heat by now, truly and totally as she obsessed over the meat-log. This had been her first ever, but she was sure that she would never been satisfied with anything else from this point on. She was ruined for other cocks, but she hardly cared at this point. This one felt so good, it filled her so completely!
“I love you too, my lady!” Flora answered back with glee, her heart set ablaze just from hearing the words. “Let’s always be together, forever! We could get married, and you can give birth to a whole litter of my kids! I’ve probably knocked you up by now anyways, we may as well make it official!” She moved her hands, caressing them lovingly down Corrin’s sides until they came to rest on the woman’s hips. She helped guide the girl on top in moving faster yet, Corrin bending herself forward and mashing her chest against Flora’s own.
“Cum inside me again, pleaaase!” Corrin begged, planting a sloppy, wet kiss on Flora’s lips. A flurry of these smooches met the maid, who grinned smugly in response. Those were the words that she had truly longed to hear for so long, even more so than a confession of undying love. The words practically brought her to the brink of her next climax all on their own, though the feeling of Corrin’s folds hugging her shaft did the job just as handily.
“Say you’ll marry me, then!” Flora insisted, staving off her climax for as long as she could to force an answer from the hopeless girl. Though she may have been on the bottom, she was totally in control from this position.
“Y-yes! Anything! I’ll marry you!” Corrin was quick to agree, sealing the agreement with another kiss. “Just please, cum in my pussy again! I’ll do anything!” With their engagement set, Flora didn’t hesitate to press down and buck her hips upwards until she was once more balls deep inside of the royal cunt. She could feel the familiar sensation of her building finale, starting to aggressively slam her hips upwards as her body began to convulse with the bliss that her orgasm brought her. One thrust after another, her jizz began to pour out of her prick and seeped down the base of her shaft as it spilled out. Ropes of the stuff filled Corrin’s nether region anew, the potent seed sure to impregnate Flora’s new fiance for certain with this vast quantity that she had dumped out.
Of course, there was no way to be certain. They kept going until the day had already started and Flora was left shooting blanks, her reserves exhausted. They were left lying still on the sweat and sperm drenched bed, the smell of their sex prominent in the room. She was content, having fulfilled her wildest fantasies for a girl who was typically so vanilla in terms of tastes and desires. She sighed, her chest rising and falling softly, her every movement careful to not wake Corrin who was snuggled up right against her. She couldn’t help but wonder what time it was.
“My lady? Rise and shine!” A familiar female voice came from the hall. The door clicked open.