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Before the final battle in Fhirdiad, the professor and the emperor had told them that they were allowed to do anything they wanted with any former classmates they found. So when Felix and Sylvain found Annette still attempting to fight in the ruins of Fhirdiad, it was a simple decision for them to subdue her, put magic-limiting shackles on her wrists and ankles, and throw her over the back of Sylvain's horse.
After the battle, back in their tent, they put her unconscious body on their rickety travel table.
“I thought she would be smarter than to fight the Imperial army,” Sylvain said, his eyes sweeping her body and taking into consideration the many cuts in her clothing.
“Probably listened to all that nonsense about dying for your country,” Felix scoffed. Sylvain ignored Felix's comment, having heard it before.
“We’ll have to figure out something to do with her. We can’t just let her go, she’ll probably do something stupid. Still, I’d rather not kill her,” Sylvain said.
“You’re still thinking about taking over Gautier after this, aren’t you?” Felix said sourly, circling behind Annette.
“Yeah…?”
“So you’ll need a wife so you can pump out some kids.” Felix was looking at Annette with a searching expression, his eyes bouncing between the sunburst of her messy hair and her ass. Sylvain shifted uncomfortably.
“If Edelgard doesn’t get her reforms through, yeah. And?”
“As a prisoner of war Annette couldn’t go against what you say, and you’d be able to keep an eye on her. And if you keep her big and pregnant, she won’t be able to waddle away even if she wants to.” Felix shoved up her skirt and lowered his head, investigating her nether regions.
“And you’re planning on getting started now.” A wicked grin spread across Sylvain’s face, and he stepped over to Annette. “So, what are you thinking? Me in her pussy, you in her ass?”
“Works for me.” Felix grunted. He pulled a knife from his belt and cut through her tights and the panties beneath, revealing her small pink holes. Some prodding at her asshole with his finger revealed quite a bit of resistance, so he turned around and opened a trunk, grabbing a vial of oil from it. While he did that, Sylvain shed his lower armor, freeing his cock. He lifted her off the table, lining his cock up with her pussy and lowering her slowly, working himself into her. It was slow going, her hole struggling to stretch around his dick. Felix, his dick now out and lubed, slotted in behind her and started working his cock into her ass.
The two of them passed Annette’s limp body between them, letting the weight of her body slowly work their dicks into her holes. Their cocks pressed against each other, with only a thin layer of flesh between them. Her hair bounced and swayed as they moved, brushing back and forth across Felix's face. Finally, Sylvain got all the way in.
“Goddess, she’s tight. Guess we don’t need to worry that someone’s been here before us,” he groaned. Felix hummed in response, then reached up, running a hand through her hair.
“Glad she stopped wearing her hair up, this looks better.” He grabbed a handful of her hair and tugged, pulling her back so he could shove his cock in deeper. She awoke with a scream, which Felix hastily silenced by sticking his other hand in her mouth.
“Don’t act like that to the people who are saving your life,” he hissed in her ear. She looked around wildly and attempted to speak around Felix’s hand.
“Fhirdiad has fallen. All of the other kingdom and church generals are dead. If we hadn’t picked you up when we did, you would be too,” Sylvain stated casually, as if he wasn’t balls-deep in her.
“But we weren’t going to do that without some sort of payment, so here it is.” Felix punctuated his statement with a thrust, seating himself fully within Annette. She bristled and glared at Sylvain, unable to turn her head to glare at Felix. Sylvain ignored the glare and brought a hand to her chin, caressing her face.
“You’ll have to be a prisoner – we can’t let a kingdom general run around the country with no supervision. But you could be my prisoner up in Gautier Keep. I’d let you read books in the library and even go outside – as long as you didn’t run,” Sylvain offered, keeping up a slow rolling pace with his hips the whole time. Annette looked at him dubiously, but the glare had subsided. “Of course, you’d have to do something for me. It wouldn’t be hard. Just let me use your body like this, and pump out a few crest babies.” His hand traveled down from her chin, splaying flat over her belly. “Felix, let her speak.” Felix did as he was told, taking his hand out of her mouth.
"You are both terrible, and there's no way I'm ever-" Felix cut off her shout by grabbing her neck and squeezing until she could no longer speak. Her eyes widened, and she tried to flail her limbs ineffectually.
"I don't think you understand what's going on here. You have three options. You can die. You could live in the emperor's dungeons, where you'd get nothing but gruel and never see daylight again. I'm sure Hubert has questions he wants to know the answers to, as well," he growled, each statement accompanied by a sharp thrust. "Or you could take Sylvain up on his offer, and get cake and books and sunlight. Now, let's try again." He released her neck. She gasped for breath, her chest heaving as she gulped air.
"I'll - I'll do it," she said. Sylvain brought his hand up again, stroking her cheek.
"Good choice. Felix, let's head to the bed now." They shuffled over to a pair of bedrolls laid out on one side of the tent, their out-of-sync movements straining Annette's holes as she jostled between them. Some more fumbling, and the trio was laying down on their sides. Freed from supporting her weight, both Felix and Sylvain started thrusting faster. Annette pressed her eyes shut, tears leaking from them as the pain became overwhelming. Sylvain wiped away a tear with his thumb.
"Don't cry. You'll be gorgeous, swollen with my babies. We'll have a good time keeping you that way, filling you up over and over." He moved his hand down, cupping one of her breasts. "These should fill out nicely, too."
"Your hair will be so much nicer, not having to wash it on the road or tie it up for battle," Felix mumbled from where he had pressed his face into said hair. Annette said nothing in response to these remarks, just clenched her fists and kept her eyes closed, riding out the ordeal.
Time lost meaning as she lay there, drifting in and out of consciousness. After some amount of time, Sylvain gasped, and stopped thrusting.
"Hey Felix, where did that plug we had go? Gotta make sure the come stays in so she gets pregnant."
"I don't know, look for it yourself," Felix grunted, out of breath, between savage thrusts.
"Come on, you know that would take too long. Either hold it in for me, or go find it."
"Fine, fine, give me a couple minutes." The speed of the thrusts increased, Felix panting for breath, until he cried out and stopped, going limp against her. He then pulled out of her and got to his feet shakily, walking back to the trunk and rummaging around. He returned and sat behind her, handing a plug over her to Sylvain.
"Thanks, Felix." Sylvain slowly pulled out, pushing the plug in immediately once he was out. Annette still did not move, and Sylvain checked her pulse, then tilted her face towards him and gently pulled at her eyelids until she opened her eyes.
“Hey. It’ll be all right,” he said soothingly. All Annette could do, laying there with a plug in her cunt and come leaking out her ass, was hope he was right.