Desc: Night after night, Hulkenberg ventures out alone in Grand Trad. The others see this as excessive but not quite unusual caution from the former royal guard, but Gallica suspects something else is at play.
She didn't suspect that Hulkenberg was actually just getting fucked to hell and back for hours on end by her old rival Rhodanthe.
Contains: Femsub, Maledom, Drastic Size Difference
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'I'm off to scout the surroundings. I may not return for quite some time.' Hulkenberg sternly said, halberd to her back and strength in her voice.
Another night in Grand Trad, another night the group's former knight would spend roaming the streets of the capital city despite the fact it was no doubt safer to sleep at the Hushed Honeybee than it was to do so in the wilds where the roussainte would not bother to make this sort of scouting rounds…
It was really none of Gallica's concern: of all people involved in their quest, Hulkenberg was no doubt the most competent and the most likely to be able to handle her own, even if caught off-guard in some unsavory situation. If anything, she should have done exactly as Will and Strohl did and merely offered a friendly nod or handwave in her direction as she made for the exit, barely more than an acknowledgement of her nightly expedition.
But Gallica was one curious fairy…
Under the pretense of needing some fresh air herself, the orange-haired pixie floated out of the inn, quickly spotting Hulkenberg's alluring silhouette walking through the seedy back-alleys their favorite alehouse was located in and heading towards even seedier parts of the capital city's underbelly.
'Where is she-... Scouting is one thing, but there's nothing in that direction…' Gallica mumbled to herself, thinking that few threats could possibly come from the poorest parts of the large city for the former Royal Knight to investigate.
Floating after the long-eared roussainte woman, keeping a high enough altitude that no one would mind her while remaining low enough to keep a good eye on her target. The fewer people surrounded her, the more anxious Hulkenberg seemed to get.
Eventually, it became less a matter of who the long-haired warrioress was there to keep an eye on and more of whether there was anyone to keep an eye on as she reached a scarcely-inhabited part of the city. She was surrounded by old, derelict buildings each too ancient and too distant from the city center to be worth inhabiting… Yet the experienced and wise Hulkenberg had deemed it necessary to come all this way, wedding herself in a dark alley in between two long-abandoned buildings adjacent to a barely-occupied part of the city.
…So why did she look so excited to be there?
'You actually came again…?'
Hovering up a good 10 feet off the ground and using one of the barren, decrepit buildings as a decent enough cover, the inquisitive pixie dogged herself away from prying eyes while still doing whatever she could to get a good look at the newcomer: a man had just shown up.
A rhoag, large and his chin held high, now approached Hulkenberg. Having manifested from the shade of a nearby back-alley, even Gallica hadn't noticed him coming despite her eagle's-eye vantage point and it seemed like the long-eared, long-haired knightess had also been taken by surprise, based on her jittery demeanor.
'Rhodanthe, you cur… Why would you make me come all the way to these vagrant districts of the capital…?!' Hulkenberg asked, her bright-red hair locks covering the top of her eyes.
'It simply couldn't be helped. If a knight-commander of the Royal Guard were to be seen associating with a fallen knight, well… Surely you understand that it would sully my reputation.'
That slimy, arrogant bastard… Even from so much higher up from the conversation, Gallica could feel the disdain in that man's voice, the nearly palpable disrespect he felt for Hulkenberg so thick that even someone he wasn't addressing like the pint-sized fairy felt offended by his words.
She'd heard of this man from Will though… Rhodanthe, a high-ranking member of the royal guard and an old rival of Hulkenberg's. Rivals turned strangers turned enemies, from what she had understood. And yet, she looked at him with far more adoration than a woman supposedly both despised by him and despising him…
The woman herself didn't seem the least bit offended however, merely lowering her eyes penitently as Rhodanthe approached her. Though Gallica had imagined Hulkenberg to carry no particular deference to the knights of the capital, having abandoned them for the sake of pursuing the Prince's slayer whereas they had all given up on the idea, she seemed to almost innately adopt a militaristic stance: legs spread and hands held against her back. She very nearly looked like a prisoner…
'...Did I not tell you to wear something sexier when next we met?' the rhoag knight sighed after eyeing her up and down with a mix of satisfaction and disappointment.
'Do-... Don't be ridiculous. Disgraced though I may be, I remain a knight: there was no way I would further drag my family's name in the mud just to indulge in your perverted fantasies.'
Her tone, whispered and secretive as it was, had seemed just a bit closer to the Hulkenberg Gallica knew: firm and confident with a very minor edge towards arrogance if she felt especially insulted. The rhoag hardly took her answer well however, crossing his arms against his bulky chest and his feet already sliding away from the woman as if to abandon her right then and then. Perhaps noticing his souring mood, the knightess seemed to panic, lifting apologetic eyes towards the man as her trembling lips muttered out her next words.
'I-I-... I promise I'm wearing something you'll like under this, so… If you would still have me… sir...'
His own lips stretched into a smirk that seemed to fight against his chiseled face: this long-eared bitch certainly knew how to keep him happy. Rhodanthe gestured towards even bleaker parts of town where cutthroats and bandits hardly ever ventured.
'I know a place nearby where we won't be disturbed or recognized. Move it.' he grumbled, as if he was bitterly giving in to the demands of a selfish child.
Though she was clearly not even granted the most basic respect any person deserved, Hulkenberg seemed barely able to contain her excitement at the invite, hopping after the bulky man with a smile larger than any Gallica had seen on the normally poised woman before.
Once by his side, the man did the unthinkable and extended a hand to grab Hulkenberg's juicy ass, easily digging his fingers through the fabric of her black pantsuit. Instinctively, the snooping fairy winced, not because she had just witnessed some gratuitous misogyny but because of the impending bloodbath that would follow: no man could grab that proud knight's ass without at least losing an arm.
…No man, except that one, it seemed?
'O–Oooo-... A-At least wait until we're alone…' Hulkenberg asked, the small tufts of black hair at the ends of her ears twitching in excitement.
'Oh? That's a surprise, I was sure you loved when I groped your plump rear. If you dislike it, I'll stop.' the complacent knight offered, even as his fingers only seemed to push even deeper into the woman's ass.
'No! I-I-... Keep going… Please...'
Indeed, the more he fondled her ass, the more Hulkenberg seemed to yearn to nestle herself against his burly arm, volunteering herself into becoming that man's loving arm-candy. With a grossed out frown and wincing eyes, Gallica kept track of the two until they disappeared into a building, one of the very, very rare ones that seemed inhabited in this ramshackle part of town.
It was easy enough for the fairy to sneak her way in and, wielding her magic, to tail exactly the steps Hulkenberg had taken: up a flight of stairs, down a hallway… then a pause to seemingly let her affectionate companion properly grope her ass before scurrying into the room. Thankfully for Gallica, a window-like slit crowned every door in what must have been the world's sleaziest inn… for air circulation, perhaps? Just as she was peeking her head through the slit to gauge whether it was safe to slink in or not however, the fairy froze up in a mix of disgust and arousal.
'MnNnnn~… Oo-Oooohh… I had m-missed this…'
In the middle of the unremarkable room, bereft of much of anything other than a few glasses and cups to drink what appeared to be cheap liquor, Hulkenberg and what was now clearly her lover Rhodanthe stood against one another, though with no longer a shred of equality between the two. He still wore the heavy cloaks and armor of a royal knight. Hulkenberg, however, had taken off nearly every piece of clothing she had been wearing mere minutes ago.
All she wore… was a set of light-pink, frilly lingerie the likes of which Gallica would have sooner imagined on the songstress Junah than on someone of Hulkenberg's caliber.
Rubbing her curvaceous torso against that man's far sturdier chest, the perverted knightess gleefully flattened her tits against him if it meant she could reach for his face, eagerly pressing her lips against his and trading as much saliva as she possibly could before either of them needed oxygen they would clearly sacrifice if it meant continuing the embrace.
'Hmph… You remain a far better kisser than you are a combatant. You've already given up on knighthood, why not merely volunteer your services in some brothel in the city? I know of a few places that would offer wonderful conditions and compensation for a woman like you.' the rhoag mockingly suggested, his hands grazing down the woman's sides all the way down to her hips.
'A—AhHh… Fiend… What s-sort of man insults the woman that loves him?' a huffing, wheezing Hulkenberg asked, a drip of saliva sliding down her jaw.
Having snuck her way behind an ugly vase throning atop a half-rotting cupboard, even Gallica, dedicated to her work as a spy as she was, could difficultly hold back a short gasp the longer she saw just how differently the woman was acting when in that man's presence: was she merely acting, or was this the true Hulkenberg…?
But if what Will had told her was true, she couldn't love that man, he was the opposite of all noble virtues she stood for as a proud knight… and, apparently, even Rhodanthe shared the sentiment.
'Don't lie to me, you upper-crust slut: you don't love me. You only love my dick like the common roussainte bitch you are. Tell the truth!'
And, making it clear that this was a command and not a mere suggestion, the taller, bulkier man slapped Hulkenberg's ass so hard that Gallica herself felt the shockwave of the slap. The only thing that matched the violence of the smack was its efficiency, the long-eared bitch letting out a high-pitched moan, her lolled out tongue gunked in saliva that yearned to be shared with Rhodanthe's own again.
'Ye-... YeEsshHh–...! It'sh truUue, I-I am t-tragically addicted to your coOoock…!!' she confessed, unable to keep the love from glimmering in her eyes and the lust from rampaging in her heart.
…What a slut. Rhodanthe himself seemed to think as much, but so too did Gallica, sliding her back against the heavy vase she used as cover. Just as she tried to convince herself that Hulkenberg's sexual life was truly none of her business, the short-haired book-sized girl's pointy ears twitched when the man spoke again, as if she was inherently curious to hear what the one that had tamed someone of Eiselin Burchelli Meijal Hulkenberg's level would do with her next…
'That's better. And you were right: I do like this little getup you prepared for me. Girly pink looks shockingly good on you.' he commented, digging his thumbs into her panties and against the supple flesh of her ass as if he was just about to pull her underwear down.
'Tha-... Thank you! I-I bought it just-... just for you… T-The rhoag merchant said all men would fall for a woman wearing something like this… She said she r-regularly wears it when meeting investors that keep her store afloat…' she explained, rubbing the floral patterns of her pink brassiere against Rhdanthe's dark-grey chestplate.
'Hmph… Maybe you should introduce us, that saleslut sounds like a good catch. Though I bet she's not half as much of a good fuck as you are.'
Ugh, what a pig… But the way he had said it… Maybe it was his baritone voice but Gallica couldn't help but feel weaker in the knees, very nearly letting out a squeal to match the sudden pounding of her heart. Thankfully, Hulkenberg's own whine was so loud that it would have easily covered up anything the fairy would have let slip.
'HhnNn–OooHoOoo-…B-By the King, w-when did you get that silver tongue…' she muttered, the stars in her sky-colored eyes refusing to be directed at anything but Rhodanthe's far colder leer.
'Mmm… Well, this tongue of mine can do far more than just offer praise, you know. Give me some appetizers before I dig into the main course.' he said, his eyes ripping themselves from the roussainte's sheepish expression to instead look at her toned and fit yet strikingly sensual body.
Even from her hiding spot, the fairy could see Hulkenberg's moronic expression: there was not an ounce of wit or pride in this woman's brain, only lust, a need she was only interested in satisfying as she returned her mouth to her former rival's own.
'MnNNmmOo–... Sha-... Shall we move to the bed, then…?' she asked, her cheeks just as red as her hair like a child asking the boy she liked if it would be okay to hold hands.
'Heh… You really are desperate for it… Fine, if I must. But I wouldn't want to bother the other patrons in this place: do that thing I taught you to do.'
What other patrons? This district was almost as abandoned as the wastelands surrounding the Capital City. Whether his request made sense or not however, Gallica just had to see what 'that thing' was referring to, peeking out of her hiding spot further just in time to see in.
Huffing in some oxygen with palpable excitement, the roussainte moved swiftly, clearly aching to show what a good catch she was: in a few seconds, her hands unclipped her brassiere, letting loose glistening tits one would not have suspected to be so full and large behind the breastplate she usually wore.
More importantly, and apparently far more pressing, were her panties: with the same agility and speed, the knightess bent forward, her face that much closer to Rhodanthe's crotch, and slid off the pink frilly lingerie, ending up completely nude in front of that man who, in turn, remained fully clothed.
'Aa–AmnHGhh-...'
Still moving as though a competition of speed was involved, Hulkenberg had jammed her own panties into her mouth, proudly tightened her jaw and lips in order to lock the underwear against her tongue before looking back to her man as if to receive some praise.
While the knight that could apparently claim to have conquered Hulkenberg's heart smiled in response, Gallica felt a strong nausea shake through her body: those things were drenched in her own pussy juices! Yet the roussainte bitch had just shoved them whole into her mouth like it was nothing…
Whether she realized it or not, her big blue eyes refusing to even blink if it would have meant missing a detail of the scene in front of her, the orange-haired fairy's hands moved towards her own crotch, pulling away at the full bottom coverage so that her other hand could scratch that burning itch that had been flaring up ever since she had seen the way that man treated Hulkenberg.
'Good work. Keep them in for as long as you can and I'll make sure to reward you with plentiful cum, just like you love it.'
Rhodanthe's words seeped into the long-haired woman's brains like venom, Hulkenberg's tightened lips unable to keep themselves from twisting into a puckered little grin, especially when the active knight-commander reached for the back of her head and gripped at a fistful of her silky crimson hair.
And while the words may not have been meant for her, Gallica felt just as motivated to perform as Hulkenberg herself clearly was, marching herself to the bed and making sure to sway her wobbling ass with each of her steps per her man's directives.
Unable to keep his hands to himself, Rhodanthe's powerful fingers dug into the now fully bare flesh of his former rival's juicy rear: witnessing it all, the fairy couldn't help but to bite onto her own thumb while her opposite hand buried itself into her pussy, imagining her own ass, barely 5% as enormous as the former knight's fat butt, being groped by that man…
'M–MNOuGhh…!'
Rhodanthe shoved his tamed mare onto the bed and, willingly using the momentum of his push, Hulkenberg rolled herself onto her back. Hands in the back of her head, legs gently folded inward and her own panties still jammed in her mouth, the once proud knight possessed little to none of the powerful elegance she normally carried… but even Gallica couldn't deny that she looked insanely hot.
Rhodanthe felt the same, of course: though he was obviously opposed to ending up as nude as Hulkenberg, the towering knight nonetheless got more comfortable, discarding a few cumbersome pieces of armor… All so he could fling out his cock.
'MnnN-... MuhHhuhU…!' Hulkenberg laughed through the underwear in her mouth, her scrunched lips nonetheless twisted into a brainless grin.
As he faced away from her, Gallica expected to be fully unable to see the rhoag's cock until the moment the coitus would properly begin… Except she did see it. Thanks to the excess armor and accessories he had removed, the voyeurist fairy spotted hints of his big, strong, juicy cock as it dangled between his legs.
Immediately, she felt the urgent need to wipe away excess drool at the edge of her jaw, unwittingly rubbing some of her own juices against her lip in the process.
'Spread those thighs for your man.' he commanded as he slinked on top of the disgrace knight's lower body.
And she did, offering not even a bit of resistance when Rhodanthe brushed her legs open with the back of his hands, revealing the knightly pussy he had apparently fucked many times before. She was absolutely drenched, her own juices providing the perfect lube for most any cock to easily penetrate her most sanctified hole.
Except maybe for Rhodanthe's cock…
Gallica had seen few penises in her lifetime, and none belonging to rhoag men as far as she could recall… so when she saw that veiny meat-sword be unsheathed onto Hulkenberg's twitching pelvis, the fairy's own crotch reacted almost exactly the same way as the knight-turned-courtesan did: instant orgasm.
'You're as strong as you were the day you left the knights, if not more… Yet in bed, you're so weak. I should have fucked you back when you still had your honor, then perhaps you'd have stayed with the knights instead of throwing your life away.' he mocked, placing the tip of his glans neatly against the woman's moistened vagina.
'OhNMn… GnUgh?! B–OOOOouuUUUEeeee–!!!'
Based on her glare, it seemed like the former knight had attempted to defend her pride despite the panties still clogging her mouth shut. That bastard knew of the one surefire way to shut her up once and for all and obstinately used it at the most convenient times: just before Hulkenberg let out a moan so slutty and so loud that it must have been heard all the way to the Royal Palace, Rhodanthe jammed the entire length of his veiny manhood into her needy, pleading womanhood.
The effects were devastating and immediate. If this had been a test of endurance to see who would hold out the longest against their own body's lust, then Hulkenberg would have lost the duel within less than a second, immediately filling the room with not only the sounds of her repeated orgasms but even its smell as well.
'U–UgHn…' Gallica muttered, once more unconsciously covering her own pussy's freshly-sputtered juices to her face.
She hadn't known Hulkenberg for very long, just long enough to acknowledge her as a strong ally, a paragon of what women could become in the military field: strong, reliable, cool…
But none of that meant a thing against that stallion's nine inches of throbbing dick-meat, most especially when he skewered it with such ease into the roussainte's guts. Though she managed to endure the sex for one or two minutes as such, it seemed even the mighty Hulkenberg was quickly pushed past the limits of what her body could endure: she spat her pink panties onto the pillow, the underwear now gunked in both her pussy juices and plentiful amounts of her saliva.
All so she could scream like a whore properly.
'OOuUHH!! HuuUUuu–HiEEEe–!!' she bawled with eyes of lust and an elongated smile of joy.
'Pfft. You couldn't even keep those things in for five minutes. I can't believe I ever considered you my equal… Still, worthless as you may now be, I'll admit that you'll always have your uses as a first-rate cumdump.'
'O–OuHhh… Thank y-y-yoOOouu…! ThaAAn–nk YouuUu…!!'
Her gratitude was loud and honest, echoing Gallica's own: it may have been nothing compared to what Hulkenberg was enjoying, but the fairy was now shoving all five fingers into her pussy as she stretched her neck uncomfortably to spy on as much of the vicious sex as she could.
As ridiculous as the roussainte bitch looked, she could guess that she too must have looked like a degenerate pervert, her full-toothed smile stretched wide as she clenched her fangs in a desperate attempt to keep her moans in, beads of sweat dripping from her forehead and cheeks and rattling the vase she used as cover the longer she masturbated in secret.
Thankfully, Hulkenberg's own moans only turned wilder and stronger, each thrust into her pussy forcing not only a horny whimper out of her red lips but also a squishy, moist Plap sound, both combining into the perfect cover for Gallica to hide her own moans unheard.
'Hngh-... I'm about to cum. Should I shoot it outsi-'
'NO!! In-InsiIIide…! Shoot a-all your strong, m-manly cum inside!!' the utterly defeated woman begged, still stretching out a coiling tongue as if to try and steal a kiss from the man whose face was so close to her own.
'Are you sure? What would the Hulkenberg clan say if a daughter of theirs was bred out of wedlock by a former rival of hers an-' he continued, still pumping his fat dick into her pussy despite his supposed reticence.
'T-T-TO HELL WITH THEeeEM!! I NEED IT! I NEeeeED YoOouR CUUuUUMM!!' the sweating, panting, salivating knightess screamed, her Amazonian figure thrusting itself onto Rhodanthe's own cock as it yearned to be impaled by as much of it as possible.
Oh yes, yes she did: with her eyes half-lidded in exhausting lust and her mouth practically foaming with drool as she kept on moaning and whining, Gallica knew exactly how Hulkenberg felt. After all, they both had the same vapid, slutty facial expression.
And when Rhodanthe came, Hulkenberg, lost in her wheezes and whines, was shaken by tremors of joy that seemed to slowly spread from her torso and onto her limbs before completely taking over her brain, what little of it had yet to be conquered by that man's cock, that is.
And, seeing the slut-knight's eyes go crossed as her entire body tried to handle the impact, the sheer power of its own climax, Gallica went through the same, feeling herself cum and her eyes losing focus much the same way it had for Hulkenberg herself.
'OoUuu–!! HnHHHuOOOO!!!' the fairy moaned from her hideaway, her tears and drool dripping against the vase half of her face rested on.
The smell of sweat was quickly replaced with that of freshly-blasted semen… and Gallica eagerly huffed as much of it up as she could. How humiliating… She was supposed to be on a mission to save the life of the Prince, the one person that could keep rule of the land out of Louis and the theocracy's hands, yet there she was, indulging in this sort of depravity. But what else was she supposed to do? It wasn't as though she-
'Having a good time there, Gallica?'
Oh yes, an amazing time. In truth, even through her long life as a fairy, she had never felt this sort of-... Oh crud: lifting her misty, foggy eyes up, the orange-haired girl saw Hulkenberg's cold, cruel eyes staring down at her.
Being naked and with a vagina's worth of cum dripping down her crotch and thighs didn't make her any less intimidating, as it turned out…
Emitting sparkles of light, Gallica's wings instinctively began fluttering to grant her a hasty retreat… but it seemed that her horny trance made her a much lesser spy than she was otherwise: before her small feet could even lift off the dresser, Hulkenberg's strong hand caught her, displaying a grip clearly strong enough to break the fairy's bones had she so chosen.
'My goodness, spying on your own comrades… How low. Tell me… Do the boys know about my… little excursions?'
'N-... N-No… I-I'm the only one who thought it was suspicious... Look, i-it's none of my business in the end, I'll ju-' Gallica began, hoping she may be able to make a swift getaway so she could go properly climax behind a nearby dumpster or the like.
'Hulkenberg… What's this?'
That deep, smooth voice sent shivers through both of the women's spines, each lost in mild euphoria to different levels in response. Spinning towards the man that had spoken, strands and droplets of cum splashing off her crotch and onto the creaking wood planks that served as flooring in this place, Hulkenberg presented Gallica as if she were little more than a stray kitten she had just picked up off the side of the road.
'O-Oh, nothing to worry about, l-love… Darling, u-umm… She's a comrade. Seems like she followed me here… I-I'll just drown her in booze downstairs and we can keep going, okay…?!'
'Dr-Drown me in-... Hey!!' Gallica screamed, the sudden fear of impending death allowing her to look past her numbed senses.
'Not a deadly drowning, of course, just, you know… Pass out for several hours kind of drowning.' the roussainte shrugged, noticing the sudden fear in her far smaller ally's eyes.
'...Oh my, is that a fairy? Now that's a rare sight, I can hardly believe I'd get to see one in my lifetime.'
Though she knew her mind should have been focused on wriggling her way out of the roussainte's herculean hold on her, Gallica was… very quickly distracted thanks to Rhodanthe.
Still on the bed, he laid on his side in a position that no doubt allowed him to loosen up muscles that had grown weary from fucking some respect into Hulkenberg just then. Of course, this gave the two women an idyllic view of his physique, the peak of male musculature.
…Not to mention the lengthy cock his excellent rhoag genes had given him: it dangled against his burly thigh, still oiled up with his roussainte sidepiece's pussy juices, not quite erect but enormous despite that.
Hulkenberg and Gallica both drooled at the sight… Though that would be something the latter would regret.
'Ahh-… Gallica, are you curious about my friend's cock? You lewd little thing…' Hulkenberg teased, her voice suddenly swirling mockingly like a song.
'I-I-... I d-didn't say-...'
She wasn't curious about it… She literally wanted to rub her face against it as soon as humanly possible. Big difference. Ignoring Gallica's hushed objection, the knightess walked back to her secret lover and, with each step she took, bridged the gap between the fairy's lustful tongue and Rhodanthe's still rock-hard cock.
'What do you say, Rhodanthe? She may be on the diminutive side but she's cute, don't you think? Would you like to fuck her as well?' Hulkenberg offered, wiggling the fairy before the man's eyes as though she were trying to unload her wares for cheap.
OooOohh say yes, say yes, please say yes! She may not have been able to bring herself to actually say that, merely whimpering and groaning in confusion as her roussainte ally turned pimp presented her to Rhodante like a cheap product, but her expression revealed everything that he rhoag knight needed to know.
'Mmmm… Well, she's small, but she is quite charming for her size. And I'm hardly one to discriminate based on race, contrary to what your common friend seems to think of me. Very well, if you think you can handle it, feel free to enjoy my cock.'
A ludicrously large, borderline insane smile stretched across the fairy's lips: she was still fighting against the strong fingers keeping her in place, but it was no longer to escape. It was solely so she could fly her way to that man's cock as soon as she could.
But Hulkenberg already had a different idea for her…
'Let's get rid of this, first…'
Displaying great minutiae, she pinched the minuscule leotard Gallica wore and, with a single pull, tore it clean off her body, leaving her as nude as a wriggling shrimp.
'A-AhHh… H-Hulkenberg, wh-what aAaare you–...?!'
'Relax. I'm merely helping out… Surely you realize there's a limit to how much you could get done on your own when you're no bigger than a pigeon. Leave it to me and I'll make sure you and this handsome oaf both claim as much enjoyment out of each other's body as possible.'
Gallica let out some sort of croaking objection… A moral objection more than anything else. Internally, her arousal was only multiplied the closer she got to his cock, a burning need sprawling through the whole of her now stripped lower body.
Displaying no shame or awkwardness, Hulkenberg placed Gallica on top of Rhodanthe's cock after the latter slouched onto his back. She was barely as big as that rhoag's cock itself yet she was about to be impaled by that thing and the only thing on the orange-haired girl's mind was… will my microscopic pussy be good enough to keep that gorgeous man happy?
Thankfully for her, she had a good ally in Hulkenberg: she wouldn't allow Gallica to displease her man.
'Oo–OouEEEeeEEE–NgH…?!'
Inevitable as it was, when the moment of truth came, Gallica understood that her lust may have been greater than her body's endurance: the roussainte jammed her entire body onto Rhodanthe's enormous cock… And, while she was only able to take in about half of his cock, this still meant that ALL of her torso was now stuffed with his manhood.
'--UNgh–... OuOOuagGhnn…–!!' Gallica moaned in a choked, raspy breath as she felt that rhoag's glans push it way to the furthest depths of her innards.
'Hmm… Is the little one okay? She looks like she's struggling…' Rhodanthe commented despite his lounging, laid-back pose, holding his arms behind his head as an extra pillow and letting the women do the work for him.
'Ohh, don't sell her short: what she lacks in size, she makes up for in gumption. Isn't that right, Gallica? Come now, don't embarrass me after I bothered to introduce you…'
Whether Hulkenberg's encouragements were legitimate or not didn't really matter as Gallica ultimately never heard them, her own strained, groaning whimpers just a bit too loud in her ears for her to hear much of anything else.
Or, if she did hear her, then she was simply too busy trying to process the overwhelming bliss of her innards now being more cock than organs… and failing to do so: drool began pouring at her lip despite her fiercely clenched fangs, her eyes, widened and rolled upwards to her forehead, produced tears that flowed down her cheeks and, of course, she immediately climaxed.
'H-H–Ha-… HaAarder…!!' the fairy managed to cough out, letting her tongue hang limply at her jaw after she managed to make the request.
'Ah… See? She's loving it, nothing to worry about. Well done, Gallica, I'm quite proud of you… And, of course, I'm all too happy to oblige.' the long-haired roussainte chuckled, her luscious lips curled into a loving smile that only grew the longer she saw the fairy's honest and ravenous pleasure.
And she did, using the strength she had honed in service of the Royal Family to jerk Gallica's entire body into Rhodanthe's grotesquely large manhood. His dick soon reached depths the fairy never suspected anything could reach and more than once did she think that the sex would be the end of her life, her body simply unable to keep up.
So then why did she keep orgasming over and over again from being used as a living fleshlight…?
'OOOOooUu—... GNnngHh–oOOOOaaAA!!' the fairy bawled, sounding far closer to a mouse-sized cow than she did the whimsical little sprite she was supposed to be.
'Mmmm! You may be small but you get even louder than I do when he fucks me, somehow. Not to mention that you sound like just as much of a whore. And what of you, Rhodanthe? Is this pixie bitch to your liking?'
As she asked, the knightess bowed forward to the side of the bed, though not without continuing to pump the increasingly horny and shrieking Gallica onto the man's cock. Her tits, the very same that so many men within the royal knights had yearned to grope and fondle over the years, now flattened against Rhodanthe's muscular torso.
'Oh yes. She's tight and warm and-... I can't quite explain it but it feels like there's a soft tickle all over my cock?'
'Hmm. It could be fairy magic? Who knows… And in truth, who cares as long as it feels good.' Hulkenberg replied, still rubbing her blubberbags against her man's pecs.
'HmNng… I'm about to-... Do you think such a small fairy will be okay…?' he asked, a dash of legitimate concern in his voice.
'Ohh, she'll be fine… And if it kills her, I can guarantee you that it'll be the best possible death for any woman.'
After the disinterested, shrugging answer, the roussainte increased the pace of her hand, thrusting Gallica's unresisting, sweaty little body onto the man's cock all the more violently. Despite her small size, the pixie had managed to reach so many orgasms of such power that the man's cock was now covered in more of her pussy's juices than those of Hulkenberg.
As she continued to jerk off Rhodanthe using her friend and ally's body as a conveniently-sized sex toy, Hulkenberg leaned onto the man's face and offered him a loving, soft, slow kiss. The passion and tenderness of the smooch was a complete contrast to the rough, lewd sex taking place right in front of their lustful embrace.
Gallica didn't mind though… Well, she could barely even see what was happening right in front of her. But even with senses, both physical and magic, numbed beyond anything she had ever been through, the fairy was overjoyed to feel every single drop of cum that was then blasted into her outstretched, loosened fairy pussy.
'G-G-GUuuUHIIIiiIIII!!!' the fairy wailed, her ecstasy-filled eyes only matched in joy by her maddened grin, her clenched teeth attempting and failing to hold her slut-screams in.
Obviously, a single string of Rhodanthe's cum was enough to immediately fill her to the brim, causing most of his freshly-pumped semen to gush out of her twat… But not all.
The near-boiling, fetid liquid worked its way through her entire system until, after just a few seconds, it not only filled her stomach but soon bubbled at her throat itself: it began as just a drip, trickling down her jaw along with her drool and tears, but soon became nearly all that was present in the fairy's mouth.
Perhaps worried about her tiny friend's survival, Hulkenberg yanked her off her lover's cock, allowing Gallica to breathe once more… Though she ultimately did little more than cough out semen as the same vile liquid poured out of her crotch.
'...Well, maybe I expected a little too much from a fairy. But I think you did very well nonetheless, Gallica.' she commented, holding up the convulsing, mumbling sprite to her face.
'MNnOOOuuHgg–... M-... HgN-HIC--... MoooOore…' the orange-haired pixie demanded, still half-lost in lustful dementia.
'More, you say…? Don't be ridiculous: that very nearly killed you. 'Tis important to know one's own limits. Hmm, but you did work hard… Here's a little something to tide you over.'
With her available hand, the red-haired woman raked out a wad of cum, lukewarm at best, from her own pussy. With three fingers sludged with semen and a good amount of it dripping down her wrist, Hulkenberg rubbed the tip of her digits against the fairy face and tits, smudging the not-so-fresh cum all over her face and tits.
It may not have come right out of Rhodanthe's cock seconds ago, but Gallica still failed to hold back an elated, comically satisfied squeal, her small tongue flicking at every bit of cum it could reach. No doubt amused by the pint-sized fairy's reaction, Hulkenberg continued to slather cum all over Gallica's face.
'Fufu… You're so pretty, Gallica. You'll make for a nice side meal for this bloody handsome bastard, I believe. But it looks like you could use a break. Why don't you cool down for a few minutes while I keep him warm for you.'
The fairy had barely heard anything her ally had said: even her ears were gunked in semen after all, causing all incoming sounds to be muffled and distant. As such, when Hulkenberg opened a glass jar strewn about near the wine bottles, Gallica nonetheless did her best to fight against the far, far larger and stronger roussainte who dumped her into it before dropping her temporary cell on a shambling table.
'MmMmm… And a little something extra, just in case you get hungry.'
Gallica was already fighting against all the cum covering not only her body, but her mouth, stomach and very nearly lungs as well… So when Hulkenberg slopped an extra dose of semen freshly scraped right out of her stuffed pussy into the glass jar, the fairy could do little more than to receive the semen like the final wave of a tsunami.
'BnNggHh–mNnH!?!'
The thick, nearly paste-like semen was enough to fill more than a third of the jar, leaving Gallica to slosh and waddle through the cum in order to even use the sides of the jar as an anchorpoint. Thanks to her numbed legs and weakened body, she slipped on the plentiful cum more than once and tripped face first right back into the splooge, coughing and wheezing through it as her dragonfly-like wings struggled to even flicker because of the semen tainting them.
But she wanted to see him… See that wonderful man that had shown her what it meant to be a woman…!
Her mouth agape and her eyes tearing up with lust, she managed to at least find a reliable enough footing to watch helplessly as Hulkenberg walked back towards Rhodanthe, the stud of a man still lounging around, entirely confident that women would take care of him and certainly not the other way around.
'UgH–... H-Hey… HulkenbEeerg-… I d-don't need a brea-... Hey, l-let me out…! C-Come on, I want t-... I want to get fuUuucked again…!!'
The fairy, desperate to once more feel the crushing, devastating power of a man's cock, had begun swinging her fist against the wall of her glass prison. Unfortunately, what little impact her microscopic attacks had against the jar were made even weaker thanks to the layer of semen sticking to her arms.
But Hulkenberg had noticed her rattling: she side-eyed Gallica with a knowing, wry smile as she hopped onto bed with Rhodanthe, the rhoag welcoming his former rival by grabbing her juicy ass and dragging her pelvis closer to his crotch: he would fuck her again and, this time, the only thing preventing the fairy from admiring it all would be the white splooge dripping down both the jar she'd been stuffed in and her eyebrows and onto her cheeks.
'AaAAaahNnn–... Ple–... PleaaAase… Let me out, I-... I need his c-cOoOoock…'
Gallica's face was now pressed against the glass along with the tits and crotch, her tongue flicking at whatever semen she could swallow as she imagined herself to be in Hulkenberg's place, mounting that divine man's as she showered him with praise and love…
Her small hands once more reached for her small pussy.
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'You still reek of cum but you're presentable enough, I'd say. If you go take a long bath just as we return to the Hushed Honeybee, I imagine our comrades will be none the wiser.'
Hulkenberg and Gallica stood in front of the ramshackle inn both of them had entered so covertly. Once more clad in so many shades of black, it would have been difficult to believe the knightess's pussy and ass were still filled to the brim with cum both fresh and old.
No matter how respectable the roussainte might have looked though, her fairy companion, her wings no longer so grimed with cum as to prevent flight, remained miffed, arms crossed against her chest and looking away from the far taller, stronger woman.
'...Are you mad at me? Is it because I tore your clothes off without permission?' Hulkenberg asked with an eye-roll not quite as subtle as she apparently thought.
'N-No… I fixed my leotard with magic…' the pouting Gallica replied.
'Is it because I rubbed cum all over your face then?'
'No… That was fine…' she begrudgingly admitted, if only so she would do it again in the future.
'Then is it because I locked you in that jar full of cum and perhaps forgot about you longer than I should have?'
'Air was getting pretty thin in there… But no, I-I understand that…' she continued, remembering the knightess's orgasmic expression as she bounced on cock.
'Then why are you scowling so?' Hulkenberg sighed, her legs already leading her away from the building in which the fuck-frenzy had just concluded.
Gallica's small fists tightened in anger as her face, still smudgeoned in places with semen, took a red tint.
'He-... He kissed you goodbye and not me…! S-So there, I'm jealous! Happy?!' the book-sized girl fumed, refusing to look what was now becoming her love rival in the eyes.
'...Oh, Gallica. His lips are the size of your entire face, how would that-... Hmm, no. I understand what you mean. I'll have a word with him and see what he's willing to do about that next time.'
Finally, the topic she herself had been hesitant to bring up: floating in front of Hulkenberg's line of sight, a trail of pixie dust glimmering behind her, the fairy locked eyes with the roussainte, the determination in her stare hinting at the importance of the subject.
'Next time, s-so-... So you'll bring me next time, right…?!' she asked, a mix of bitter submission and swarming excitement shaking her floating body.
The knight's crimson lips hooked into an amused smirk, cocking a hip as she considered her diminutive friend.
'Only if you want… After all, you seem so desperate for more fornication that denying you sex would seem downright cruel. Of course, I'll expect you to keep our relationship with Rhodanthe a secret from the rest of our merry band… Especially Will, I fear our young leader would lose respect for us if he knew we crave the company of a man like him. But a minor deception is worth it if it means more cock, right…? It's a deal?'
Maybe she had noticed Gallica's darkening expression when she had brought up the fact they would have to lie to their friends but the fairy's crotch had suddenly been overtaken by burning lust the second Hulkenberg dangled 'more cock' before her nose. Bringing her hands to her cheeks as if to try to hide their red glint, Gallica giggled out her answer.
'Y-YeEss…! For more cock, i-it's a deal!' she laughed, feeling herself ready to go through a millionth climax just from imagining their next threesome.