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Fire Emblem Protagonist 26
🕑 Added 2025-05-15 08:05:39 +0000 UTCHeitor felt incredibly tired.
As it turns out, he couldn’t just drop information about such an amazing ability and then just expect everybody to accept it. So Crusch had used quite a bit of time to ask him about the ins and outs of his ability. Ins and outs that he couldn’t answer, since he had never used it before.
And he couldn’t use it right now, since it was only usable during a battle.
Which brought up the question, what counted as a battle in the first place? Could a training session count? Crusch was willing to test it. And so was Heitor, after all, there were a few maps across Fire Emblem games where the characters were just training. Even if those maps usually didn’t show up during the middle of the game.
But before training could happen, Heitor had to recruit his allies. “So Emilia, Felt, do either of you want to participate?” For now they would try a small team battle. After it they would try a bigger one with some of Crusch’s soldiers.
Heitor, Priscila, Al Vs. Crusch, Felix, and the Sword Demon. If Emilia and Felt joined, then they would each go to different teams.
Emilia smiled. “I don’t mind training with you, of course, but what has brought this on?”
Felt nodded. “Yeah, I’m curious too. No way did you go to a private meeting just to arrange a sparring session… Oh, and I’m in. I can never waste an opportunity to kick a bitch’s teeth in.” He imagined she wanted to fight Priscilla.
Too bad that wouldn’t be happening. Heitor wanted Felt to join his team instead, so that Emilia would join Crusch’s team as the enemy. He didn’t want to build support with the half-elf and accidentally throw her into S-Support range, after all.
Well, that wasn’t exactly true. The truth is that he didn’t want to do such a thing until Priscilla accepted the whole harem thing. Assuming she would accept it eventually…
Heitor cleared his throat. “Well… Sorry, to be honest I don’t think I should be saying without Crusch being here. I can say though, that tomorrow I will leave and possibly not return for a few days.”
Emilia frowned. “I… understand. I wish you go~od fortune in your endeavors, Heitor.” Why was she talking as if he was a boyfriend breaking up with their girlfriend!?
Felt grinned from ear to ear, seeing an opportunity to gain way too much freedom. “Wait, does that mean I’ll be left alone for a few days? I mean, if you’re going so is the cow right? And if the cow is going, so is the dumbass over there, right?” She unashamedly pointed at Al.
Al did a fake salute. “I shall follow Princess to the ends of the world.” He lacked shame too. “I’m a bit embarrassed you guys didn’t invite me for training though. Not that I can contribute much, I guess.” Well, he would probably contribute more than Felix.
Heitor snorted. “I haven’t invited you, because you don’t get a choice in the first place. Priscilla has already picked you for our team.”
“Understood. I’m glad to see I’m not the last kid to be chosen for volleyball this time.” Heitor had a feeling some traumatic memories were hitting the gladiator right now.
Felt raised an eyebrow. “What’s volleyball?”
Heitor waved her off. “A sport, don’t worry about it.” He still didn’t know what Lugunicans did as sports. Did Earth Dragon jousting exist? That sounded awesome. “But as for your question, sorry but you won’t be left alone. Mostly since Reinhard would kill me.”
“Reinhard can’t kill anybody, at most he would give you a light scolding.” She had a very warped view about her own knight.
Heitor put a hand on the back of his neck and let out a sigh. “I have a feeling his light scolding would end this country, but enough about that. The point is that you’re probably going with us… or you’re staying with Priscilla’s army back here in the capital. I still haven’t decided on it yet.”
If she went with them though, she definitely wouldn’t be joining the fight against the White Whale. Not only because Crusch didn’t need her reputation getting stolen by yet another candidate, but because it would be extremely dangerous for the thief turned princess.
Though if they lost to the White Whale she would then be in danger anyways… but Heitor had no intention of losing and dying in the first place.
Felt pouted. “Whatever. Let’s go train already, I have to go and bully your wife.” She could learn some subtlety.
“I don’t think that will be happening…”
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It would be a clash between amazing individuals, some who by themselves could shift the way entire battles went.
Priscila, the hidden imperial princess of Vollachia, would face Emilia, the half-elf that was totally the Witch of Envy with amnesia. Felt, the royal thief, would get to bully the world’s greatest healer, Felix, for a little bit. Al, the timelooper, probably wouldn’t timeloop against Crusch, the Valkyrie. And Heitor, the random guy, would fight against the living legend that was the Sword Demon.
Due to his ability, he knew just how outmatched he was. However, being outmatched didn’t always mean a loss.
The battle started, and Heitor summoned a sword to his hand and assumed a defensive stance. He was typically an aggressive fighter, but so was Wilhelm, and since the Sword Demon was better at it, there was no use trying to compete with him in that area.
Instead, Heitor would try to weather the storm for a bit and win a surprise victory by suddenly equipping a lance or something… Or at least that was the plan, but the battle ended up stopping as soon as it started.
“My ability didn’t activate!” Heitor shouted. Confirming that Crusch’s attempt to game the system had failed.
It was strange. Did the system simply not consider this as a real battle due to being training, or was it because Heitor had specifically sought to cheat? Would it activate if he purposefully went beast hunting…? The ability to grind did exist in a few Fire Emblem games.
Thankfully the battle had barely started, so it was easy to put a stop to it. Before long they had all sheathed their weapons.
“What a shame.” Crusch seemed disappointed. “If we cannot test this singing ability of yours, then I suppose I’ll just count it as a potential bonus.”
Felt tilted her head. “Singing ability…?” He hadn’t exactly explained to her and Emilia what the real purpose of this match was, so her confusion was natural.
For a second Heitor thought about patting her head and giving her the details. He then remembered he liked having two hands, so he just gave her the details. “A new facet of a power of mine we wished to test. It can’t trigger in training though.”
Crusch hummed, putting a hand on her chin. “Your ability is so strange… I can’t think of anything else like it.” She chuckled. “It is a shame though, that we won’t get to witness the Sword Demon against the man who brought down Sloth.”
That was a very flattening thing to say, especially since she was part of Sloth’s subjugation.
Heitor chuckled back. “I don’t think I would have stood much of a chance.” And his comment was not due to a lack of confidence.
It was simply due to him knowing exactly how powerful Wilhelm Van Astrea was.
“If you wouldn’t mind, I would actually like to exchange blows with you.” Wilhelm spoke-up, his hands still on his sheathed swords.
Felix snorted. “What? Does your warrior spirit demand that you draw blood whenever you draw a blade?”
Al interjected, Heitor just knew he was grinning beneath that helmet. “You say that as a joke, but it might actually be true.” Scary thought. The nickname Sword Demon did carry a lot of weight.
Thankfully that wasn’t the case. “I have no intention of seriously hurting someone on a spar, although I would appreciate it if we went until first blood.” That wouldn’t be a problem.
On Earth, during the eras where duels were common, even duels to first blood could lead to serious problems due to the chance of infection. Here though? Magic existed, and the world’s greatest healer was right there.
Priscilla narrowed her eyes at the man. “Very well, but why do you want to fight my husband?” Wasn’t the excuse of wanting to train enough?
Wilhelm bowed, wishing to show respect. “Because I wish to trust him…” He clenched his fists. “I have heard nothing but good things about him from my Lady and Sir Ferris, but… I shamefully did not participate in the subjugation of Sloth.”
He began starring at Heitor. “This may sound barbaric of me, but there is no time to evaluate your character, so I wish to at least evaluate your blade. Can you show your skills to me, Slayer of Sloth?”
Heitor summoned his Rapier. “You didn’t even have to give all those reasons. I’m willing to throw down at any time.” Seriously.
He wouldn’t be getting EXP from this, but he would be getting experience, which was still valuable. Besides, what kind of guy wouldn’t want to fight someone titled as the Sword Demon?
Priscilla clapped her hands. “Well then, I will be waiting for your glorious victory. Do not bring shame upon me, Heitor.” How scary, suddenly he didn’t feel like fighting.
Emilia raised her hand. “I’ll be cheering you on no matter what! So work hard~!” Was it too late to change his choice of wife?
For the first time, Wilhelm smiled. “You seem to be quite popular.” He was also a married man, so being popular in that way definitely wasn’t good. “Hopefully the reason for that is your amazing fighting capabilities.”
“I actually give all the credit to my face.” His body wasn’t moving at all, not even twitching.
The two were waiting for everyone to get away, and for a signal of some sort. Then the battle would start. And eventually that signal came from Crusch. “You two may start.”
As Heitor predicted, the Sword Demon rushed towards him with the speed and strength of a bull. His sword was ready to cut him down… or to be more accurate, his sword was ready to give him a small cut. This was just a friendly duel after all.
But Heitor’s Rapier had a bit more reach, so keeping the Sword Demon was possible, even if not easy.
Heitor slashed at the man. A thrust would have been better, faster and more precise, but a thrust could also lead to fatal injuries with far more ease, so it was better avoided. Such half-baked slash was quite easily sidestepped by Wilhelm, however.
Nonetheless, reach was an important factor, and so was the Rapier being a lighter weapon than the legendary sword Wilhelm carried, so Heitor was able to once again swing at the man… which was more or less easily parried.
The gap in skill was immense, but Wilhelm was a normal man, while Heitor was a cheater.
After parrying the Rapier, Wilhelm went for the win, but Heitor summoned his quickly equipped his Steel Sword and caught the Sword Demon’s blade on the bind. The two swords bit against each other, as the cry of steel rang across the air.
It would normally be a battle where Wilhelm would win. Heitor’s structure was quite weak, his weak had faced Wilhelm’s strong, but he still did have his Rapier on the other hand, so he was able to force the Sword Demon into retreating with a slash.
That was the advantage of dual wielding. One weapon defended, while the other attacked… It felt pretty awful to do so with two normal sized weapons however, so Heitor quickly sent his Steel Sword back to his inventory.
Wilhelm tilted his head. “That ability was quite unexpected.” He definitely knew of Heitor’s tactical related power, but weapon switching and summoning must have come across as quite the shock.
Heitor lined his Rapier towards Wilhelm, still keeping his guard up. “Sorry, I apologize if it came out as a dirty move.” Maybe he should have just gracefully accepted the loss like a man.
Though in his defense, there was one limit he was putting on himself. Heitor would not use Luna against Wilhelm… it was way too dangerous, since a weak slash could suddenly cut through everything. And even if he aimed it at the old man’s weapon, it would cause issues when it was one of the kingdom’s most prized swords.
Heitor was pretty sure he would get lynched if he broke such a precious blade during a friendly duel.
Wilhelm waved him off. “It’s no issue, I asked you to show me what you are capable of, after all. And if I complained about every swordsman in the kingdom who had a trick or two up their sleeve, I would be here all day.” True enough. Even Wilhelm’s grandson was part of that category.
The two swordsmen steadied themselves, but no one immediately moved.
Heitor’s focus had become as sharp as it could be. He would act the moment Wilhelm did as much as twitch.
This wasn’t always a good thing, and Wilhelm knew just how to exploit it. The man didn’t do any fancy tricks, he did not unleash some special hidden ability, instead all he did was suddenly stomp the ground.
It had no combat use, for either of them really. Wilhelm was too far for Heitor to take this opportunity and strike. So it seemed to be a very strange move by the swordsman, but… Heitor was ready to jump at the slightest twitch, and so he by instinct moved his blade into a defensive stance, committing to something.
Wilhelm took advantage of that, and in an instance he was right next to Heitor.
The lord clicked his tongue and prepared to equip his Steel Sword to his free hand once more, he would use it to fix his messed up defense long enough to reposition himself. Or at least that had been the plan, but Wilhelm aimed at a spot where Heitor didn’t think about it.
He aimed at Heitor’s hand, the one that had been carrying the rapier, and left the smallest cut.
“I win.”
“Yeah, goot match.”
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He was not frustrated. Not at all. Heitor had gone into the battle knowing Wilhelm Van Astrean was superior both physically and when it came to skill, so there was no reason to be mad about the result of the fight.
And yet, he didn’t want to lose in front of Priscilla. A guy had to have his pride when his wife was around.
The past couldn’t be changed however, so he would try defeating the Sword Demon another day. For now he was saying goodbye to Crusch. “I’ll see you tomorrow, thanks for having us.”
He and Priscilla would return to their accommodation for tonight, and then come back to Crusch the other day. Then, they would go on the hunt. Crusch had offered for them to stay the night, but his wife had things to do, namely organizing her small army before she left.
Crusch smiled. “I am the one who should thank you all for coming, this was a very pleasant day.”
Felix interjected. “Yeah, I loved seeing you get your ass kicked nyah. That was a blessing.” Coming from the guy who couldn’t even beat a normal dude, Heitor wasn’t sure how he felt about that comment.
Well, it wasn’t fair to bully Felix for his combat prowess. The guy was a healer, after all.
While Heitor blushed from the joke, Priscilla huffed. “The next time mine husband battles the Sword Demon, things will be different. Do keep that in mind, you insolent cat.” It was good to see Priscilla wouldn’t be punishing him for losing.
Wilhelm cleared his throat and entered the conversation. “Our bout was short, but there is no denying the skills of your husband. I’ll… be counting on you two.” The old man spoke as if he was having his teeth pulled.
“And I’ll be counting on you. Thank you for the match.” If nothing else, it had taught him that he could use his inventory in creative ways. And once he got a better Weapon Rank, his options would only become greater.
So he had to take this defeat gracefully.
Especially since Priscilla probably just wanted to leave the manor already, as they started entering the carriage however, she suddenly stopped Emilia from doing so. “Where do you think you are going, half-cheerleader?” They didn’t know volleyball but knew about cheerleaders!?
The half-elf looked as if she had just been caught with her hand in the cooking jar. “I’m going with you guys back home, of course!” Her smile was incredibly strained. Nonetheless, one would have to be a monster to stop her.
Monsters feared Priscilla Barielle. “Do not act as if you have forgotten, go to your own camp.” That’s right.
Yesterday Priscilla had essentially kicked out Emilia. So today she would not be returning with them.
Emilia pouted like a child. “But… Please let me go with you two, Lady Priscilla!”
Heitor took this opportunity to try and change his wife’s mind. “Well, it wouldn’t really hurt anyone, so I don’t see why not…”
One of Priscilla’s eyes twitched. “Oh, trust me, I shall personally hurt you two.” Oops, he had thrown himself into scalding water. “Go to the Astrea manor and leave me alone, you have tainted my eyes with your presence enough for today.” His wife looked like she wanted to murder Emilia.
The dangerous thing about Priscilla though, is that one could never know if she would actually follow up on the promise of her gaze or not.
Crusch, who had been watching with no small amounts of confusion, tilted her head. “I’m sorry, but what is going on here?”
Al was the one who clarified things for her. “You like being sane? Close your eyes and close your ears.” Actually, he didn’t clarify shit. “Unless you plan on joining.” She did not. So she just remained confused.
Though it’s not like Crusch had been blind to Emilia’s affections in the past, she had just assumed it would end… or take a different shape, once Heitor got married.
Heitor faked a cough. “If Emilia is going to the Astrea manor, perhaps I should go with her? Just for the first night. I’m not sure I trust Hein—” He stopped himself. He was about to trash talk Heinkel right in front of his dad. His dad who had kicked his ass five seconds ago.
It didn’t turn into a problem though, Priscilla knew who he was talking about. “It doesn’t matter who you trust. Or do you wish to coddle the girl even more than you have already done?” She glared at him. “Is she your friend, or your daughter?”
“...” That silenced him immediately.
It had not been his intention to act as if he didn’t believe Emilia was competent. In fact, he truly believed her, but perhaps Priscilla was right. Maybe he really was coddling the half-elf as if she wasn’t one of the candidates to become a ruler of this nation.
In that case, then… “You’re right, sorry.” He could only apologize.
Priscilla grinned. “I usually am.” Ugh, he shouldn’t have apologized after all.
But Priscilla wasn’t the only one who he owed an apology to. “I’m sorry Emilia, but I won’t be going with you. Still, I know you can handle this.”
The girl clasped her hands. “Yep. I’ll just ma~ke ice around the doors and windows, so if anyone in the Astrea manor tries to murder me, they won’t be able to enter the room.” That wasn’t a bad idea, but he pitied the poor servant who would have to clear that mess once the ice melted.
She continued. “And Heitor… don’t feel bad about Lady Priscilla’s words, I was the one who put you on the spot…” She blushed. “Sometimes, I… I forget to believe in myself, so the thought of separating from someone who believes in me was a bit scary, and so I insisted on something I have no right to.”
She took one of his hands, firmly holding it. “But I know that even if you aren’t there, I will still be able to borrow your endless strength.”
That was reassuring to hear. “It’s definitely not endless, but feel free to borrow as much as you like anyways.”
And so, they went their separate ways.
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“Are you missing another woman, husband of mine?” Priscilla frowned. “You have quite the nerve to do so when you are sharing a bed with me.”
Heitor snorted. “Sorry, but it’s not like I’m thinking of Emilia the same way I think of you.” That wasn’t exactly true of course, Emilia was beautiful and all that. Still, he was genuinely missing her as a friend.
Which was still foolish. It’s not like friends tended to live in the same house, and Emilia hadn’t gone off to some legendary adventure, Heitor would be the one doing that, in fact. But he had gotten used to the status quo of her always being near. It would take some time for him to adapt.
Priscilla rolled her eyes. “I find that hard to believe now that I know your… true motives.” She was totally talking about his intentions of building a harem, wasn’t she? “You should count yourself lucky in how I did not reveal your lustful intentions to her, or to the Valkyrie… or even to the rat.”
If she had done that, his life really would have turned into a nightmare. He doubted he would get punished or arrested or anything like that just for dreaming way too high, but it would have been way too embarrassing.
Still, he couldn’t just lay on the bed and take all this talk. “And you’re lucky I—” Before he continued, he then remembered he should probably know his own limits when it came to his wife.
He had been about to tell her she was lucky he had not gone with Emilia. That would… not have ended well. To say the least.
But just stopping in the middle of a sentence was bound to be flagged as suspicious. “I am lucky about what, piggy? Have you forgotten how to speak and returned to your primal instincts?”
“Oink.” He had put the gun to his head, but he would not fire it.
Priscilla lightly slapped his shoulder. “At least you know your place… This unpleasant conversation aside, are you…” She blushed, apparently whatever she wanted to talk about had made her shy.
Which was insane coming from Priscilla of all people.
A shy Prisicilla was still a Priscilla though, so she pushed through. “Are you feeling confident about your chances against the whale?”
That was… a strange question, Priscilla really was acting weird. “I am. I have never seen the beast, but I’ll have you to my side, after all. Not to mention Crusch and her army.” It was hard to imagine WIlhelm losing to anything after seeing his abilities.
Heitor would not underestimate the White Whale of course, but running away wasn’t an option. Someone… someones would have to take the beast down, and Heitor just happened to be included in that group.
Priscilla’s shyness didn’t disappear at all. “Good. Keep that confidence… you’re strong.” Funnily enough, she seemed to be the one lacking confidence here.
That actually hurt his pride a bit. “Geez, has my loss to the Sword Demon affected you? Sorry that I’m not a living legend.” He just needed a bit more time, a bit more EXP, and then he would reach the old man’s level. He was sure of it.
As if a miracle had happened, Priscilla actually seemed to regret the way she was acting, flinching at his comment. “I have not lost faith in you, and you would do well to remember you are also a living legend after slaying Sloth.” Fair enough.
“It’s just that…” Priscilla took a deep breath. “I’ll always support you. Be it when it comes to defeating the White Whale, or braving the Sage’s Tower… I’ll always tell you that someone of your caliber can do it.” She scowled. “Even if it may turn you into a distasteful fool who doesn’t know his own abilities.”
She put a hand on her chest. “That is… that is what I will do to you, and that is what I wish for you to do to me. But even so… I…” She gritted her teeth. “I do worry about the possibility of loss occasionally, no matter how small that is, so if you wish to back out, now it is the time to tell me!”
Oh, he was beginning to understand what was going on here. “I don’t, but thanks for the offer… This whole talk about supporting me no matter what though, it’s coming from that whole story of yours and your sister, isn’t it?”
He knew he had hit right on the mark as Priscila froze, so he continued. “There’s no need to focus too much on that. I understand that event hurt you a lot, but I won’t blame you if you tell me I can’t do something. As long as you don’t actively betray me, it’s fine. I do appreciate the sentiment, though.”
Priscilla looked away. “Well then… very well… here it goes… I really do believe you can beat the White Whale, and brave the Pleiades Tower.” She hadn’t listened to him at all… or maybe she had. Priscilla was weird like that.
Very weird. “I believe I would have this… shameful… and… and…” She raised a finger. “Very small fear even if you were to face a child! So my apologies for the lack of confidence.” She actually apologized for something!?
And it came from something he didn’t feel an apology was needed in the first place. How very Priscilla-like. This damn idiot couldn’t just admit to herself that she was worried about someone because she liked them, even if the threat wasn’t considerably high or anything.
It ended up making Heitor laugh right there and then. “If you’re going to apologize, apologize for something I actually care about.” Like all the hair he had lost after first meeting her! So much stress!
“I will slap you with actual force next time if you mock me, piggy.” Her confidence had returned a bit. Great. “Just don’t die. I’ve had… multiple husbands who have perished in the past. Some which I liked, some which I disliked. None of which I truly loved… you’re the first, so do not dare to join their ranks.”
“Ah, so you get to talk about other men in bed, but I— Ouch!” She did actually slap him with force. “Sorry, sorry. I won’t lose and die.”
Priscilla pouted. “I’m so foolish. You know what? Go and die. As long as you don’t die in a way that shall bring shame to me, I shall not care.” Welp, he was in the dog house. Or maybe it was better to say the pig house?
That wasn’t good, but it couldn’t be helped. Heitor momentarily accepted his fate and prepared himself to sleep. “I care though, it’s my life. Anyways, good night.”
“Good night.” And with that, he closed his eyes.
And then heard her murmuring to herself, so silently that he could barely understand it, “Damn it, I became emotional and forgot my original objective…” Um? Was there more to Shycilla than what he had thought?
There was no way he could go to sleep if that was the case. “Actually, I ain’t that tired.” He opened his eyes.
Priscilla huffed, but there was a smile present on her eyes. “Well, neither am I. So let’s continue conversing.”
“Conversing huh?”
“Yes… Conversing…”
Both Heitor and Priscilla began staring at the door with the eyes of a tiger. Emilia wouldn’t show up, but a sudden Al attack was possible, and there could be new challengers such as Felt as well.
No attack happened. Which meant Heitor was going to try and go for his own form of attack. He was on top of Priscilla in less than a second.
His wife grumbled. “Pervert. I bet you have been waiting for this as if your life depended on it, piggy.” Not really.
But she didn’t need to know that. “You know it.”
Now… where to start? Maybe first of all he should switch positions? Priscilla always struck him as someone who would enjoy being on top for obvious reasons. Right now though, she didn’t seem very intent on taking control. Maybe due to inexperience?
In that case, as the experienced one, he would lead. Though he knew saying that out loud would have led to his painful demise.
Heitor leaned down, and gently grabbed Priscilla by the chin, afterwards he started kissing her. There was much to say about her lips and tongue and all that, but the part that most brought his attention was how she shut her eyes so tightly.
She was embarrassed. The girl who kissed as part of her technique was embarrassed about kissing.
It ended up making him chuckle. “You’re just adorable today.” If his loss to the Sword Demon had triggered some insecurity within her, he should try losing more.
She scowled. “Next time I will bite your tongue off.” Spooky.
One could never doubt Priscilla though, so he shifted his target. Instead of going for another kiss on her lips, he started kissing her neck instead.
Priscilla let out a gasp. “W-what are you doing!? Perverted pig!” Even as she said that, she did not hit him away, or worse, bite him.
“Why are you asking when you know exactly what I’m doing?” She could only sputter at his comment. “But before we go further, I need to know something. Do you have any protection on hand?” It was an awkward question, but a necessary one.
They were both too young to have kids, not to mention how Priscilla was running a super dangerous political campaign. And there were a myriad of other reasons why they had to be careful.
Priscilla took this opportunity to recompose herself. “Protection? I cannot summon my sword at night if that’s what you mean.”
“...” After that, Heitor needed some time to recompose himself as well. “No, I mean something so you won’t get pregnant.” Had one kiss and one hickey turned her stupid?
That was kind of impressive, in a really depressing way.
“O-oh…” And once again, she was flustered. “There is a certain kind of magical tea I can take tomorrow to avoid any issues.” Awesome, magic was certainly convenient. “So worry not, and… and do your best, even if I’m not expecting you to— Hmmph!?” He shut her up with a kiss.
This time he wouldn’t just focus on kissing though, he started using one of his hands to grab one of the reasons why Felt always referred to her as a cow. While the other hand went to her pussy, or at least as close to it as he could get while she was clothed.
That would be a pain. Heitor didn’t even know where to begin with removing her expensive looking nightwear.
Priscilla was bright red. “Ahhh… What kind of deviant have I married!?” She seemed genuinely surprised by his actions, even if they weren’t all that special. Still, he stopped for a moment. It wouldn’t be good to cross a line if she was uncomfortable with it.
She took this opportunity to put her hands over her eyes. “W-what are you doing…? K-keep going, fool.” And that was all he needed to hear.
Well, there was one more thing. “Priscilla, would you kill me if I tore your clothing?”
She shivered beneath him. “What are you asking!?”
He leaned down and whispered in her ear. “I’m asking to tear your clothing apart.”
“Hmm…” She really was surprisingly weak when it came to this. “Go ahead. I-I’ll only ask that you pay me back some of the cost.” So she would be asking for money after all!?
Well, it would probably be worth it, so he didn’t hesitate to ruin her clothing. Typically such a thing would only lead to embarrassing failure, with her clothes being as high quality as they were, but Heitor wasn’t a normal person, he quite literally had super strength.
Priscilla let out a surprised shriek as he did so. “Men really do become beasts in bed!”
He barely bothered to listen to her, seeing as he was already taking off his clothing. “The issue here is definitely you.” Seriously.
He could have controlled himself if she wasn’t acting like such a pure shy little maiden. It was so unlike Priscilla that it was making him act as unlike himself too. He should hold himself back though, Priscilla was being like this because this was all new to her.
She growled. “You wish to blame me for you being a lustful beast? I do not appreciate that, piggy.”
“I’ll make you appreciate it soon enough.” It was time to get back to work.
A kiss was all it took to melt Priscilla back into a mess, and then anything else he touched just felt like overkill. It was almost disappointing, as if he had been training for an impossible challenge only to end up discovering his task was an easy one.
There was no difficulty, no technique required. Priscilla would lose her breath from whatever he did, and due to it she could do nothing back.
So there was only one conclusion to be had here. “Fucking pillow princess…” And after all that damn talk. In a way this had almost become therapeutic.
“Hah… w-what…?” She could barely talk.
Heitor decided that was a good thing, so he readied himself to actually fuck her. “Forget about it. I’m about to start, so… are you okay?” He barely did any foreplay, but she seemed more than ready.
It was kind of shameful. This had to be one of his worst works, but he was having one of his greatest successes.
Priscilla hesitantly nodded. “Yes.” She steadied herself, as if she was waiting to get stabbed.
He was willing to bet she wanted to ask him to go slow, but was too prideful to do so. He could read his wife enough to tell that, so he slowly started to thrust.
“Ummgh…!” Priscilla winced and closed her eyes, handling the pain more or less well.
Once it was over, Heitor stopped for a moment. “You okay there? We can stop if you want.” It would be incredibly awkward to do so, but it was what it was.
“No, it is fine…” She bit her lip out of embarrassment. “But… Please kiss me plenty. I enjoy it.”
“Not gonna bite my tongue off?”
“I-I might!” She might.
It was a risk he would have to take however, so he started kissing her while thrusting. Just like this whole night, it felt incredibly non-Priscilla, and he just knew this would never happen again, so he enjoyed it as much as he could.
Priscilla for once did something that wasn’t just moaning or panting, she extended her arms and hugged his neck. “I love you! I really do!” She actually sounded confident there.
He began picking up speed. There was no way he wouldn’t after hearing that.
She closed her eyes. “I love you, but you better not tell anyone about this or I’ll kill you!” Yeah, normal Priscilla was returning. “Hah… hah…! I’m… I’m on fire…!” She was certainly not on fire, but he understood what she meant.
He could have held in for longer, but he knew she would hate that, so as soon as the pillow princess of Vollachia came, so did he, his mind becoming white for a moment as he pulled her in for another kiss.
The two slowly began recovering, as he stared at her eyes.
Priscilla looked exhausted. “Ahhh… That was… acceptable. I suppose.”
He moved to the side, finally getting off her. “A passing grade is a passing grade.” Besides, he was pretty sure she was just being cocky. Priscilla had to be the weakest woman he had ever fucked.
She hugged him from the side. “Indeed…” Her eyes slowly started to close, he was certain she was about to fall asleep. “Fine. You can have it.” But before that, she said something strange.
He thought about ignoring and letting her sleep, but he was way too curious about what was going through that mind of hers. “Have what?” Was she going to say something sappy like how he could have her heart?
“You can have that stupid… harem thing of yours.” What!? “But I refuse to ever share a bed with a half-elf… or a slum rat… or that fox. They can be yours, but I will not lay with them.” Right, right…
What the hell was going on here!? “I can’t help but notice how Crusch is okay, but leaving that aside, where did this come from? Have you awakened as some super pervert?” A female piggy…
“O-of course not…!” She pouted. “I just… if it’s what you want, then I’m fine with it.” Huh.
Problem solved then? It was time to start aiming for a harem then? He would still need to convince everyone else of course, but this was a pretty great start. So great that he was actually suspicious about it.
So he tested his luck. “Alright, by the way, I don’t wanna work anymore, so give me money.”
She hugged him tighter. “Okay…”
Yeah, something was wrong here. “And next time we have the chance, let’s drag Yae into bed. She can’t complain since she’s a maid.”
“Um… alright.” She agreed!?
“Priscilla… you…” What was going on here!? “Give up on the candidacy and let’s live a nice life as common farmhands.”
She simply nodded against his arm, and it was then that he realized the insane truth of this world… Priscilla was totally the type of girl who was willing to accept anything after getting fucked. She wasn’t just weak, she was super weak.
What a shame, and here he was thinking he had actually won with the harem thing. “You know what? Forget about it, Priscilla. We’ll talk about this the other day.” It wouldn’t be right to take advantage of her current state… He would tease the hell out of her for it though.
She didn’t even answer him, having already fallen asleep.
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“I don’t want to hurt you, so move aside.” Beneath his helmet, the eyes of the gladiator shined with resolve.
Sadly for him, the Rat Princess did not give a single fuck. “Nuh-uh. If you want to get through me, hurt will be involved. You will be the one getting hurt though.” She had to stop the gladiator no matter what.
Because she had been paid to do so. Apparently even cows felt lust, who knew?
Though even if she had not been bribed, she would have stood in his way nonetheless. Because even if Felt despised Priscilla Barielle, she was a woman, and so she understood. She knew what was at stake here.
The gladiator was trembling. “C’mon. You know I’m her bodyguard right? I gotta check on the Princess and see if she’s being attacked by an assassin. And hey, Cousin could be in danger too.”
“Go fuck yourself.”
“Look, you have no right to stop me. You’re not even part of the camp.” He sighed. “I mean, I’m not saying you ain’t a buddy or anything like that, but please be more aware of what you can’t and can do.”
“Go fuck yourself.”
Al hummed. “You know, I’m way stronger than you…” He wasn’t way stronger than anybody. Not really. “And you’re actually pretty cute when I take a look at you. Nobody would be here to stop me so… you should probably get away.”
“Go fuck yourself.”
The gladiator fell to his knees, and prayed. “Grant me passage, I beg of you.”
“Go fuck yourself.” She was an immovable object.
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