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It was another fine day at Garreg Mach, and stable duty was on the menu for the extracurricular activity of choice. While some nobles would’ve balked at the mere mention of physical labor, Edelgard von Hresvelg was no such noble. She always believed that her power was to be used for others’ sake, and this was no different - by helping tend the steeds who called this place home and their home itself, then all would benefit. It was simple calculus, barely even worth arguing over.
Still, Edelgard would confess that she had other reasons for accepting the task, rather than letting it fall to one of those more familiar with equines and wyverns and such. She’d always respected animals, both the role they played in their respective ecosystems as well as the companionship many provided to humanity. However, it had never been an interest of hers - partly because of her role as a Princess, and partly because it was never terribly relevant. However, ever since she’d come back from her class’s last mission, she’d felt… something. Something odd, a strange draw to spend more time around the stables. She didn’t think much of it, only that it was an innocent enough urge to capitulate.
What Edelgard did not know was that she was currently suffering from a curse some particularly perverse mage had blasted her with in the last battle. It had been intended for dearest Dorothea, but ever the valiant class leader, Edelgard had jumped in the way and cleaved the spellcaster in twain. He hadn’t even gotten to finish saying his incantation, though a projectile had flown. His final words were gurgled and slurred… changing the whole nature of his curse.
Where once he had hoped to charm Edelgard’s classmates to be ‘horny like an animal and fall in love with me,’ (loosely translated in magic gobbledy-gook), instead his final spell on this mortal coil would’ve more closely meant ‘horny for animals.’ Moreover, the magic didn’t account for that ever-important noble blood, as Edelgard’s twin crests had inadvertently twisted the magic even further to “protect” her.
Of course, the Imperial Princess was wholly oblivious to this. The magic was subtle enough and caused no sort of physical injury, leading the resident healers of the class to simply conclude that the mage’s spell had fizzled before any harm could be done. None of them, not even Edelgard, were aware of the little arcane seed planted at the back of her mind, nestled even deeper and further in her psyche than her desires for a better world and her drive to make it so.
That seed had spent a week slowly being nurtured by stimulus and silently influencing her, nudging her closer and closer to what would cause it to bloom in explosive fashion. That moment was quickly approaching, as Edelgard slowly drew near to the first stall. She’d caught glances of - and of course, fought alongside - plenty of horses in the interim of arriving at the Academy and today, but she hadn’t really gotten a chance to see such a beast in a more relaxed setting.
“Oh…” Edelgard found herself frozen for a half second, utterly enchanted by the creature before her, lips partially agape as her eyes roamed the stallion’s deep brown coat. The sunlight filtering in through the tiny window high on the wall shone on him and made him shimmer like some divine illusion, highlighting every curve on that muscular frame of his. “Beautiful…” Edelgard whispered absent-mindedly beneath her breath. There was a beating in her chest she could hear in her skull, drowning out the strange tingle in her brain as that half-dormant spell started to work its magic.
Ears flicking, the stallion’s head rose and his eyes met with hers. In that instant, magic tension gained purchase between their gazes, growing until it literally snapped with a jolt. Edelgard recoiled slightly as she shook her head, the horse snorting in discontent and stomping his hooves… but calmed when next he looked at her. Tail swishing, a delighted little whinny escaped him as he suddenly felt so at-ease with his rider. Doubly-so, Edelgard felt a dumb smile form across her features as she beheld her mount again, adoration welling up in her chest for the noble beast she called her own.
Because he was hers, wasn’t he? And she was his. She and he, together and each others’. Like all good riders and mounts ought to be.
Edelgard… wasn’t a rider, was she? Her brow furrowed as this discrepancy arose in her head… only for it to be smothered by logic. No, she was. She knew this as fact. That she did not have a certification for battle’s sake was irrelevant. She relaxed again, knowing full-well that it didn’t matter that she had never taken a day of horseback lessons in her life: she was a rider, and he was her mount.
Almost purring, Edelgard sauntered up to her mount, raising her arms to caress that long, handsome muzzle. “Beautiful… beautiful and dashing, my noble steed.~” The Princess cooed with uncharacteristic infatuation. Likewise, the stallion did not hesitate to lean into her touch, huffing softly in her face. Her heart skipped a beat as he did - oh goodness did she love the smell of his breath. She loved the smell of him. She loved EVERYTHING about him.
Without a second thought, the white-haired Adrestian leaned in, nuzzling his face with her own as she drank deep of his earthy scent. It sent shivers down her spine to be this close with her mount. She could tell he loved it, too; why else would he press into her, eagerly rubbing his snout against her cheek? Or drifting towards her lips…? He couldn’t speak her language, but in just a minute or two, Edelgard felt as though she more closely understood Marianne now than ever before. This closeness, this understanding with her beast felt so natural…
… so was it any surprise when she did the natural thing, and let her lips part for him?
His tongue had flicked out, grazing her skin. Arcane sparks jumped through her brain, igniting desire for more. She didn’t even think as her mouth gently opened as she pressed it to his muzzle, and she nearly squealed like some airheaded floozy when his tongue entered to meet hers. Instead a contented sigh escaped through her nose as she shared a passionate, slobbery kiss with her mount. It was her first, but… but this was what any good rider would do. That’s all that mattered.
If anything, the fact that it was her first only made it more special. Who else would she give it to? Her crush? Yes, Edelgard liked her Professor… liked her a lot, admittedly. Maybe even loved, if given time… but Byleth would understand. She was a smart woman, and so was Edelgard. Mounts came first. Love between two humans paled in comparison to the bond between rider and mount.
Love… that word started to ring in Edelgard’s magic-addled mind. Likewise, the stallion could feel emotions and chemical reactions in his brain that no beast had ever rightly felt before, and yet it was all so natural. As saliva mixed and tongues swirled around one another, both ‘rider’ and ‘mount’ came to the same conclusion: this was love, and they were so madly IN love.
Affection turned to passion, and Edelgard soon leaned forward. Her oral organ gained boldness, her hands one laced gently around his neck took to roaming and rubbing that fantastic, chiseled body. “Mmm… mmmf-mmmwah-mmwah-mmmph…~” Moaning into her lover’s mouth, Edelgard felt no shame or hesitation anymore. At long last, that spell had activated in-earnest, linking the both of them in an arcane enchantment so deep that it etched itself upon their very immortal essences.
Where once a perverse mage had tried to utter ‘you’re horny like an animal and fall in love with me’ in magicked tongue, his spell blossomed anew as a far more potent incantation: ‘you’re horny for animals and you’ll fall in love with each other’ had flourished in Edelgard’s brain for week, and her passionate drive had woven the magic anew. It all spontaneously *clicked* in Edelgard's head, some fundamental truth 'revealed' to her and embedding itself into her id, ego, and superego all at once.
‘Animals find you enchanting, and you find them enthralling - your desire becomes theirs, and theirs, yours.’
‘Mind, soul, and body aligned, true love blooms - and desire floods the room.’
‘You’re horny like an animal, and you’re in love.’
EDELGARD gained new abilities(s)!
+Animal Lover: Unit gains an exponential stat boost when classed as a mounted unit. All animals are inherently friendly with this Unit.
+Horse Husbandry: Unit gains a permanent stat boost after working the stables.
New skill potential: Horseback Unit (STRONG)
Drool dribbled down Edelgard’s chin, wetting her collar as she happily made out with her beloved mount. The old Edelgard might’ve at least taken care to ensure her appearances weren’t to be muddied once back in public, let alone letting anyone smell horsemusk on her, but this new Edelgard didn’t give a single fuck. If anything, she welcomed people noticing the scent of love wafting around her. Maybe then all those idiotic suitors would stop making passes at her.
Minutes passed before Edelgard’s lips finally pulled away, soft panting causing her chest to rise and fall dramatically. Her face still slick with the taste of her beloved, she happily rolled her tongue around to collect what she could before tearing her gloves off and throwing them who-knows-where to smear the rest across her face. Her stallion snorted in short, consecutive huffs, shivering at the sight of his rider’s zeal.
“Mmm, I could spend days just doing that, my light.” Edelgard cooed, once again wrapping her arms around his neck. He huffed again, snorting right in her face. It made her swoon, knowing how much he loved her back. All this adoration and affection was making her hot - far too hot to be so dressed like this. More than that… what rider would keep themselves so hidden from their mounts? This was her beloved’s home, after all, so she ought to dress the part.
Taking a step back, the Princess reached behind her neck to start undoing her top, taking exceptional pleasure in revealing herself to her mount, one square inch of skin at a time. Normally, she’d be more reserved in exposing herself. In fact, the very idea of showing off those gnarled surgical scars that marred her body disgusted her… but this was her steed, her stallion. She knew he wouldn’t hate her for how ugly her body was. He loved her, she knew this as fact–cosmic law, even.
So it was that her uniform jacket fell to the floor with a dull *fwump,* a tight, sleeveless tunic beneath. Edelgard had strong shoulders, despite her frame, arms toned from swinging around that woeful axe like it weighed nothing. She blushed a little as the equine’s gaze seemed to linger on her arms, then felt her heart skip a beat as he snorted in approval. Who knew that a horse could have such appreciation for the human body?
Wiggling out of the tunic, it was also tossed and forgotten, leaving Edelgard nearly bare from the waist-up besides that tight-fitting bra. It wasn’t the most romantic thing to show off, just a practical sporting undergarment meant to keep her ‘assets’ from getting in the way in a fight. She’d have to remember to buy something nicer for him later. Maybe Anna sold lingerie?
Bit by bit, Edelgard stripped down to her barest self, shorts dropping with little ceremony as she felt herself somehow getting hotter. This was love, wasn’t it? That warm, budding inferno inside of her, the kind that dwarfed that righteous indignation at the world and the church or her roiling rancor towards her Agartha co-conspirators, this was a greater force than anything in the world. Love was showing everything to your mount-lover. Love was feeling butterflies flutter in your breast as you dropped your pants, and he whinnied with joy. Love was moving to peel your leggings off, only for a stiff snort to stop you in your tracks. Love was smiling and winking back, and simply opting to tear them open to free the important bits.
Love was taking that step or two back towards the light of your life and locking lips again, shamelessly slurping on his equine tongue as your hulking, vascular FUCKROD throbbed in the open air, pulsing and leaking with anticipation all the while.
“MMMMPH-MMWAH-MMW-WAH-MWAH-MMPPH-❤💞❤❤” That dignified, somber Edelgard that displayed herself in public was nowhere to be seen as she noisily dove in once more, making out as excitedly and fervently as she could possibly muster. Her swollen, twitching pride ached with molten adoration, spewing viscous pre onto the straw-strewn floor below as it bulged with so many veiny highways. Such a tool ill-fitted a Princess of her stature and distinguished reputation, which only made her happier as he hadn’t hesitated to accept this part of her.
“Whhhhnnfff…❤❤” Stomping with equal excitement, the smell of such potent virility tickled that primal part of his brain that caused his body to reciprocate. It wasn’t long before the stallion’s sheathe started to bulge, an equally-engorged equine endowment expanding from its depths. Heady musk filled the air of that cozy little stall, feeling more and more cramped by the moment yet hardly bothering either of the enraptured lovers. That fuckfog only grew now that Edelgard’s entire sex was freed, her royal jewels clenching idly as liquid lust began churning away inside of them.
“MMM-MMm-mmfffwah–!” Edelgard withdrew with a *pop,* strands of spit connecting them still. They broke and fell onto her perky breasts, her pale skin shimmering in a way that complimented his near-opposite shade. “Mmm, that was… I fear I lack the words.” A dainty giggle escaped her as she threw her arms around his head, bringing it flush with her chest as she nuzzled into him. “Aah, but such a handsome, charming boyfriend I have… no, no ‘boyfriend’ isn’t enough.” She stated, her tone shifting like she were making some official decree. “My beloved… my partner, my light, my other half… my betrothed.” She said with such gravity.
It was then that the Princess fell to one knee, still gently cupping his snout in her hands as she gazed up at him as if ready to worship.
“My light, I would spend the rest of my days with you. In sickness or in health, in times dire or mundane. Would you take me as your wife?” Edelgard poured her love into those words. Her passions, her drives, her everything was somehow fit into the tone, cadence, and emotion of her words as they left her lips, the kind that could bring any other human to tears.
Such words would mean nothing to a horse.
And yet when he dipped his neck low and tapped his face to hers, snorting blissfully in such a way that she could only inhale his overwhelming scent once more, she knew.
He just said ‘I do.’
Grinning ear-to-ear, Edelgard planted another giddy kiss onto her new husband, satisfied that it counted enough for them to be wed.
“My light–my husband–you can scarcely fathom how happy I am to hear that.” Stroking him, she really couldn’t contain herself in the moment. That dreamy haze of being newlywed blanketed her every thought, constant shivers running up and down her spine that she was nearly quivering. That obscene cock of hers was much the same, her fat, wrinkly, leathery balls churning so audibly it nearly vibrated the walls.
The stallion’s eyes drifted down to them, feeling his own sex throb in arousal. The mere sight of his wife’s lust manifest filled him with wild need, an ache building in his core which stretched and grew towards his hindquarters. Edelgard seemed to sense this, as her half-lidded eyes turned from romantic to sultry in an instant.
“So…” She purred, fingers brushing his chin. “What would you have of your wife - your El - on the night of our wedding? I’ve the whole weekend for our honeymoon…~”
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The sun had started dipping low, giving the whole stable an orange-tinted hue which truly set the mood. Edelgard bit her lip as that flat, slick muscle dragged across her tool, her hands holding her steady as she panted softly. She’d never once felt such sensations as this, and could only describe the notion that it was her horse husband who was her first as ‘divine.’ A sharp hiss leapt from her as he lapped at her crown, a bead of sweat trailing down though her modest tits and towards her crotch. He seemed to savor her salty tang, a thin layer of dried perspiration present across her whole body, save for the nooks where it remained moist.
“Hooh, my love, r-right there…!” All her digits curled as that pinkish organ flicked her tip, polishing the salty underside of her shaft.
“Hrrrf…~” His nostrils flared as he gazed up at her, sloppy-wet schlep-shlp-shpphs slowly saturating the air and mixing with the growing miasma of sex. There wasn’t much fanfare when he moved from licking to proper sucking, save for the mirthful gasp which Edelgard emitted as he took her into her mouth.
“Mmf…!💞” Eyes rolling back, Edelgard had to grasp for a stray broom laid against the wall for support, her knees threatening to buckle beneath the weight of her pleasure. “Hnnnff-fuck, I n-never could have… my light, you’re so good at this… I can hardly believe what I’ve been missing out on. If only I’d come sooner…” She mused and mewled aloud, dozens of other sweet nothings escaping the spellbound Princess as her husband dutifully took her deeper into his lengthy mouth.
She’d never heard what a horse sounded like on the cusp of gagging, but now she desperately wished to hear more of it. Despite Edelgard’s immense girth, her stallion stayed the course, so wholly dedicated to his wife’s pleasure like no other mount could hope to boast. No, they weren’t just any other rider and mount - this was love, and love taught her stallion to do so many things a horse should not know to do.
But love needn’t be gentle, either, nor should it be one-sided. While her husband had begun the work, Edelgard saw fit to escalate, taking hold of his head as she dug her heels in and began to buck upwards. It was a terribly perverse position, legs parted as she plunged her overhuge cock into a horse’s mouth, pendulous balls swinging about all the while… which only made it all the more arousing for them both.
The Hresvelg heiress felt her lips contort with glee as she started fucking her mount’s face, a meaty chorus of whap-plap-PWAPs starting to leak out past the stall door. She could hear people walking just outside the stables, going about their afternoon and getting ready to settle down for the evening. That her consummate love-making was so close to the hustle and bustle of society, that their forbidden union was one stray glance or one curious ear away from being discovered… it lit a fire in her belly and her balls.
“Heee-hnnnnggg~!!❤❤💞” Edelgard giggled almost deliriously, her movements accelerating. Pale, white locks of hair fluttered and swished about as she thrust skyward, desperate to give her light all the love she could give.
“Schlrk-hnnrg-schlap-ap-glrk-rrk-glck-shclrp-slp–!” One could be forgiven for not knowing a horse was making these sounds, let alone why he was making them. Only one person was allowed to know and hear and make those sounds come from him, and that was his dear, loving wife - the wife who was so feverishly throwing her ass up and making her balls swing so far upwards they nearly smacked his neck with every pass. Said nuts pulsed with arcane energy all their own, a crest on either side of her sack gently glowing with the beat of her heart. They shimmered as orgasm drew closer and closer - making Edelgard’s new, perverted love manifest in roiling-hot royal spunk.
All things considered, the Princess lasted a good long while. When she’d walked into this stall, she’d arrived a hapless virgin with scarcely a debaucherous thought beyond stealing glances at her Professor’s cleavage (and summarily humping her fist to it in the evening). Now, though, she was balls-deep in her lover’s greedy muzzle, a full five minutes from they started. As first times went, she’ll forever be grateful that she didn’t bust the moment she kissed her groom. That being said…
Climax crept up on Edelgard like an assassin in the night. She’d barely noticed when the tightness in her sack had reached critical mass, the mind-boggling sensation of taste buds and muscular throat convulsing around her dick distracting her. It was finally when she felt that bubbling, gooey essence start to shoot up her length of its own accord did she finally seem to realize she was tumbling headfirst over the cusp, and she could only mewl and moan like the horsefucking whore that she’d become as cum began erupting from her prestigious, royal cock.
“HNNNGFFF-FUUUUCK, CUMMING-CUMMING-CUM-CUM-CUUUHHMMHOOOOOOUUUUUUUGH~!!!💞💞💞” Heedless of alerting the outside world and the whole of Garreg Mach of her depravity, Edelgard threw her head backwards and arched her spine, knees buckling as she held onto her lover’s head for dear life. In an instant, sheer pints of pasty-white ballgunk exploded from her dick, those seed-bloated spheres trembling as they shot upwards into her groin, only to fall sloshing and do it all again for each and every voluminous wad that escaped the Adrestian noblewoman.
Deep, rumbling SQURRRCH-SCHPRRRRTT-SPLRRRRT-SQRRRRT-SPLLRRRTs rolled through the sex-stained air, time seemingly frozen save for the visceral, staggered flood Edelgard was letting fly from her imperial scepter. Veins bulged from beneath the sweat-dripping skin of her skin as it folded in upon itself, scrunching up as those familiar crests etched onto their surfaces shimmered and shone. To think, all that valuable Hresvelg spunk, steaming and fresh and virile enough to knock up a whole town with but a single drop; every single rope was being gleefully dumped down a stallion’s throat and causing his belly to bloat.
So much valuable seed, literally sizzling with possibilities and possible crest-bearing heirs of perhaps the most sought-after crests in all of Fodlan… and it was all for her beloved to gulp and guzzle down, his nose flaring as he snorted and stomped a hoof.
She could feel his tongue coiling around her, trying to milk her dry. Impossibly, Edelgard could’ve sworn she got even harder from that singular notion, groaning crudely as her eyes rolled as far up as they could possibly manage. Goddess above, she might not have subscribed to any of those preposterous religious edicts, but she’d be hard pressed to deny higher powers now that she’d experienced heaven. The Princess honestly felt as though Sothis herself was wringing her nuts for all they could muster as they SCHLAPPED down onto the straw-hewn floor and rebounded back upwards for their next messy wad.
By now Edelgard had sunk lower, her husband graciously leaning further down so he could continue inhaling his wife’s love-charged load. Knees fully bent and bowed outwards in-parallel with her shoulders, she balanced on the balls of her feet in this perfect moment of unending ecstasy.
This was love. That was the only coherent thought tingling through Edelgard’s half-fried neurons as sweat rolled down her thighs and drool dribbled around the corners of her ‘o’ shaped lips. This was love - love she’d scarcely felt before - and all she wanted was more.
At long last, the tide began to ebb, eliciting a sensual huff out of Edelgard’s feral lover. Gradually, Edelgard could feel herself collapsing, falling limp onto her backside as her cock slipped out of his maw. Slick with equine saliva and pearly-white jizz, the Princess could only gasp for air as she regained her senses and came down from her climactic state. For a moment, she felt well and truly spent. Her legs stung and burned with soreness, her cock ached from the sheer volume and density of the liquid she’d ejected, and her bangs clung to her moistened brow to truly emphasize how much that had taken out of her.
She might very well have opted to rest there, were it not for her lover’s voice. That earnest whinny spurred her from the depths of exhaustion, his face hovering just above hers as he drank in the sight: a virginal maiden on her wedding night, hot and heaving after some passionate foreplay. Truly, any normal horse would lack the capacity to truly appreciate this image.
But not him. Not her husband. No, there was a clear, lustful glint in his onyx-colored eyes. A hunger for more, and the understanding to give incentive to his darling wife.
Once again the equine craned his neck, pressing into her mouth. Her tongue jumped forward to meet his, her eyes widening just a tad as she breathlessly moaned against his teeth. She could taste her own seed clinging to his gums, a fact which caused a surge of motivation to shoot through her burning nerves.
Toned thighs bulging, Edelgard pushed herself up so she could sit upright, slowly but surely rising to the occasion once more. Once she was up onto her knees, her stallion pulled away again, neighing cheekily as he bumped her in the nose.
“Heh-eheheh… you’re right, my light.” Edelgard hummed. “What sort of spouse would I be if that were all I had? I recall promising you my whole weekend…”
Crawling over to his trough, the royal heiress took but one look down before wantonly dunking her head below the surface. The cold water jolted her to proper awareness once more, washed the layer of perspiration from her face, and provided convenient hydration as she gracelessly gulped down a few mouthfuls. Resurfacing with an undisciplined gasp, the Princess promptly stood proper again, her still-throbbing shaft pulsing idly as she wiped some stray wetness from her face.
“Phew.” She had a feeling she’d need to refill that later if they both were to drink from it, but she could always pop out once everyone was asleep. That way, she didn’t need to get cleaned up. “Alright, beloved, I believe I owe you a round two…” A wry smirk crossed Edelgard’s face. The crests on her nuts began abruptly shining once more, their power visibly pulsing up through her sex and the rest of her body as she abused their gifts to grant herself stamina once more.
The effect was as dramatic as it was immediate: that leaking, slowly-drooping maremaker JUMPED right back to full-mast and then some, balls audibly churning as they swelled to fullness once again. Her sex even seemed to swell past what her husband had seen of her to begin with, magic still thrumming through her veins as Edelgard heedlessly channeled with her singular drive and signature determination.
Meeting eye-to-eye, her spouse let loose a sultry “Whhhnyyy~!❤” as he scrapped a hoof across the floor.
“Just so, my light. Now… let’s make a few foals.❤”
Light waned as the sun dipped below the horizon, only faint yellows and hazy purples coloring the rapidly-darkening sky as the rest of the Black Eagles turned in for the evening. Meanwhile, their dignified and noble class leader was busy mounting her mount-husband, her smitten self happily perched atop his rump with her legs dangling freely on either side of his lovely flank. That taut, muscular backside gripped her shaft with purpose as she merrily and dumbly grinded on him, her tip tapping his own musky nuts and teasing a rope of acrid pre to leap from that column-shaped cock of his.
Hands roaming his back, Edelgard sighed and hummed as she searched for his donut-ring with each little sway or buck of her hips. Sure, she had the benefit of human biology and could just as easily have grabbed a stool and took him from behind, but this was their wedding night. This was love: doing things the way your lover would do them, no matter (and especially because of) the species. This was his home, his turf, and as his wife, it was only right that she took him like the mare she was for him.
Befitting two beasts, Edelgard forwent any further honeyed words or teasing foreplay. The instant she felt her tool snag on that pucker, she thrust HARD.
“OOOOUUGH~!!💞”
“HHYYYHHH~!!💞”
Husband and wife both cried out in feral bliss as they exchanged virginities on this most sacred and loving of nights, not unlike they’d just exchanged vows naught but a few tolls of the clock earlier. This time, though, rather than indulging in human tradition, the two reveled in the most primal of pursuits - brainless, hormone-driven, prostate-crushing, ball-clapping, ASS-GAPING MATING.
WHAP–WHAP–WHAP–PLAP–CLA-AP–CLAP-CLAP-PLAP-PWAP–!!!💦💦
The sound of savage, senseless sodomy pierced the wooden stable walls, leaking out into the marketplace and the wider Monastery beyond. Only Sothis knew if anyone could actively hear their feral rutfucking, but quite honestly, Edelgard had never given a flying fuck what that bitch of a Goddess thought and she wasn’t about to start now.
She also wasn’t thinking a whole lot right now, either. Hey body practically moved of its own accord, spurred by that singular directive to thrust, plunge, fuck, BREED. The Adrestian Princess wasn’t even really home right now, a pale-skinned, fat-cocked mare-bull happily bouncing her hips off her stallion’s sculpted buttocks in her place.
Her tongue hung out of her mouth as her jaw swung half-gaped like an idiot, coherent thoughts and words replaced with animal-like ‘hoooughs’ and ‘uuuuhnnngs,’ barbaric groans and grunts rumbling up the class leader’s throat. That same voice which commanded so much respect from her classmates and communicated so intelligently with her Professor formed such crude, broken noises that one could easily mistake her for some wild beast. She was far-removed from the sharp-minded student or the capable heiress she would now only pretend to be in-public.
“OOOUUGH-HOOOG-GWUUUH~!!!💞💞” Actually, at this rate, she might not even be capable of pretending anymore. There was a whole lot of empty space in that pretty head of hers now, so much so that she’d probably struggle to keep her grades up. But that didn’t matter as much as love: that primal, feral love she was sharing with her dearly beloved this very instant trumped all else.
She’d happily throw away her whole future just to live in this moment forever.
Her spouse was of like-mind, despite normally lacking the capacity for it. Harsh whinnies and thunderous ‘NEEEEIIIIGGHs’ followed on the heels of each of Edelgard’s shameless moans, voices blending with the ear-splitting CLAP-PLAP-WHAP of their bodies colliding. Deep in her gut, beneath the swampy mire of impulse-driven slamfucking, she could feel it. This felt so, so right. If there was one thing that connected her higher, more evolved brain with that of her feral instinct, it was that feeling of correctness and completion as her hips SMACKED down atop her lover’s ass.
She felt like she’d finally found her calling in life. Her reason for existing. She could forget all that revolution nonsense and easily settle down into a fulfilling life in some deserted countryside where she could fuck her husband in peace for weeks without pause.
Chasing this impossible dream, as Edelgard was ever wont to do with impossibilities, she let that ever-burning determination bubble back up, restoring some meager sense of self to boil just beneath the animal-like persona that had taken control in its absence. Perhaps the old Princess and the new marewife were becoming one… something that could only mean good things as she felt a new drive behind her movements.
Crests shining, might shot through Edelgard’s muscles and made her bones ache something good as her next thrust was twice as heavy as the preceding one. “WIIIIIIIHY~!!💦” Her stallion soulmate’s legs trembled as he took the full force of that attack right to his oversized prostate, causing his dick to spasm uncontrollably. Fat, heavy ropes painted the floor with messy-wet sports and splats, nearly toppling in the process. He had to brace himself against the wall, forelegs hooking up and around a sturdy metal bar which shook noisily against the weight of Edelgard’s wild bucking.
“OOohhHUg~! M-MY LIGHT, SO FUCKING TIGHT~!!💞💞” She all but squealed. While she had nothing to compare it to, the Princess absolutely adored the near-crushing sensation of her lover’s muscular asshole clenching around her every inch. The way it squeezed her on her way out, then resisted but gave way as she plunged back inside was positively heavenly, only enhanced as the sweat on her thighs and the moist, perspiration-soaked fur of his flank SLAPPED oh-so loudly together.
Both need and want merged and melded in Edelgard’s fuckfog-clouded brain, spurring her pace to accelerate at a frightening pace. Even as she felt fatigue creep back into her muscles, she forced it down, calling on that divine blood coursing through her veins and squeezing every last drop of its power into her hips for as many continuous seconds of passionate lovemaking as she could muster.
Slowly but surely, as she forced her Crests to act, she could feel them changing. Altering under her unyielding determination… and perhaps a smidge under that woeful little spell that had put her into this position, rapidly rutting a nameless stallion’s ass. The weaker of the two, the contemptible ‘gift’ from Seiros to her forefathers, began shifting. Morphing, twisting, then outright unraveling. Broken down into primordial energy, Edelgard’s Crest of Flames hummed with her resolve.
Deep inside of the Princess, that forbidden divine might that had been stolen and thrust upon her began forging the lesser crest anew. It was bent, hammered, and molded into something far more befitting the woman she’d become since entering this little stable stall. As soon as it finished, Edelgard felt a surge of new power explode through every last nerve, forcing her eyes to widen and roll back in pleasure.
“BwuH-?! OH-OOOUUUH-!!!!”
EDELGARD’s Minor Crest of Seiros evolved!
New: Crest of Sleipnir!
Crest of Sleipnir: Unit gains +10 STR and +10 SPD on activation, and increases Mt dramatically when using combat arts. Effect guaranteed when on horseback.
New Abilites unlocked!
+Horse Hung: Unit’s genitals now gain size on level-up. GRTH and LGTH added to Unit’s stat page.
+Equine Essence: Unit’s sperm potency increases by 200% with every level. Unit’s sperm also grants effect ‘brainwashed’ on ingestion. (Brainwashed effect: Cannot be dispelled. Afflicted Units start to think like the caster.)
That obsolete mark of Seiros etched onto Edelgard’s sack shone one final time before morphing into that of a horseshoe, symbolizing the brand-new Crest that had just been birthed. Filled with the selfsame might of a horse, Edelgard truly began to fuck like one as she loosed a whinny of her own.
“W-WNNNYYYY~!!!💞💕💕” She bellowed, slamming harder and faster than ever. Her poor husband couldn’t keep up, his eyes rolling up the same as Edelgard’s as he spewed some final few watery ropes out of his cock… then began to soften. His musky nuts shriveled slightly, flopping emptily as his wife’s rapidly growing sack SCHLAP-SCHLAP-SCHLAPPED into them, leaving them red and sore from the abuse. All he could do was wheeze and quietly snort as his human lover found an even stronger orgasm than the last… still, he did his best to wring it out of her, as was his duty as her husband.
Truthfully, she would’ve reached her peak soon anyways, but her stallion lover’s last effort to help her over the edge was appreciated. She channeled that appreciation into one final burst of blinding thrusts, her lower-half blurring into a flurry of berserk SLAPSLAPSLAPSLAPSLAPSLAPSLAPSLAPSLAPSLAPSLAP– that seemingly had no limit. She huffed and gasped lungfuls of that IQ-melting miasma, further fueling the raging inferno blasting her towards the finish line.
When she finally reached it, it was no graceful victory. Rather, not unlike stumbling and falling face-first through the finishing ribbon, Edelgard simply felt her control slip and her posture buckle. Her entire body spasmed as her cock literally detonated with orgasm, cum roaring down her shaft as it rocketed deep into her husband’s convulsing donut-pucker. The jackhammer pace came to an end as she sheathed herself one final time, throwing her head back in sheer, unrivaled bliss.
“OOOUUUGNNNFFFUUUUUCKK~!!!!!💞💞💕💞💕💕”
“NIIIIIIIIEEEEHHHH~!!!!!💞💕💕💕💕”
Husband and wife howled and came as one, the stallion orgasming dryly as he quivered and shook around Edelgard’s maremaker. Tar-like gunk gushed and flooded his depths again, though this time from the opposite side as the last. Ivory seed leaks and spurts out from around her cock, practically gluing her inside his asshole as the unmitigated force of each densely-packed rope caused a backblast effect. By far the most virile and potent stud in the stables by now, Edelgard could feel her consciousness slipping from the vast amount of energy her muscles needed to force her load out.
Each SCHPPPPRRRRRT had her feeling light-headed - coupled with the smell of sex still growing stronger as her seed stained the very air, and her face was twisted into a delirious, whorish grin, the surest sign of a woman who was a slave to her body’s sensations and desires. Were it not for her loving husband, she might’ve become a fist-humping recluse… but no orgasm could compare to the kind shared with her light. Her love.
This was love. That thought sparkled through her synapses in the gaps between muffled SPLORTS. How glorious to stumble upon her soulmate like this, she thought. She must’ve been the luckiest girl in Fodlan. As their wedding night dragged on, the sun had long since vanished, and Edelgard continued cumming visceral wads of ooey-gooey Princessspunk into her noble husband’s abused tailhole. His belly well-past bloated and looking positively pregnant, it was only as her royal jewels finally ached to the point where they could jump and clench no more that she felt her climax finally ebb.
Collapsing atop her lover’s strong back, Edelgard huffed thick clouds of moist air. Her skin was sticky with exhaustion, heart pounding in her ears like her skull was about to split wide open. Labored gasps escaped him as well, the horse carefully lowering them both to the ground as his knees gave out completely.
They landed with a dull thud, Edelgard groaning as her still-stiff cock was jostled in its holster. As soreness gripped her bones and moonlight filtered in through the window, the heiress felt at-peace. Truly, she’d found everything she needed in this world - everything from hereon-out would just be the icing on the cake.
“Oh, my light… my love…” Edelgard whispered breathlessly. “... my Grani~” She purred, stroking his sides as she bequeathed him a name. Now she had something to scream when they made love.
This had been the best night of Edelgard’s life. She felt so relaxed…
… for about all of ten minutes, when restlessness crept back into her body. Divine might swelled once again, her lips curling as she found strength yet for another round. Her darling Grani could only look back and bat his eyelashes at her sensually, snorting with affection. It would be a long night for them both.
It was a wonder, then, that neither of them awoke their oblivious neighbors in the adjacent stall. As the walls shook and cries of pleasure echoed through the nigh-empty monastery markets, Marianne slept peacefully. Curled up against her lovely Dorte, her own stallion snoozing softly in the hay as thick jizz gushed from his winking backdoor. Marianne’s bestial horsedick throbbed in her sleep, still leaking jizz as sounds of sex colored her dreams. She didn’t know it just yet, but come morning when she and Edelgard would accidentally stumble out of their husbands’ rooms all naked and grimy from the night before, they’d become the fastest and closest of friends.
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A few days later, Byleth was busy going over her lesson plans for the week. Everyone was progressing as expected… save for Edelgard. She’d known full-well what an over-achiever the Princess could be, but to completely master riding in a single weekend? It was no wonder she passed every horseback certification with flying colors. While puzzled, the Professor was never one to look a gift horse in the mouth - she’d find a way to make this work. Perhaps they’d work on Edelgard’s Reason magic next, and steer her towards the Dark Knight certification.
Humming to herself, Byleth signed off on the new course plan before glancing over at one more paper. It was a ‘special seminar’ proposal, put forward by none other by Edelgard. Evidently, she wanted to share her skills with the rest of the Academy, and Byleth saw no reason to turn it down.
A swift signature, Edelgard had her seminar approved, and Byleth was left blissfully unaware of what she’d just unleashed.