Trailin' On Your Scene - Hapi reward story

Falling into deep enough depression, Hapi sometimes just went totally apathetic, disconnecting herself from everything around her, including her immediate surroundings. Her eyes drifted off, her body went a bit slack, and she just sat slumped in her chair, staring forward. Unresponsive, uncaring, unfeeling. It was just how she was, an empty and dreary kind of misery that she didn't bother to do anything about once she got into it, just slumped there and mired so deep in apathy that the world around her ceased to matter.

And lately, Ferdinand was paying attention to Hapi more than to the professor so that he could spy those moments out. He'd taken to sitting himself right next to her solely so that he was within easy reach of her when she started to slide away. That was his sign to slide out of his chair, stand up, and work off already half-off pants, taking his cock in hand and sliding it right into Hapi's mouth.

At first, everyone else consumed enough with Byleth's lecture to not fully realize or care about what was happening to her. Hapi's mouth wrapped around his cock and she idly gave him a bit of sucking, but the bulk of the work and attention came from Ferdinand steadily pumping into her mouth, taking charge to drag Hapi along through all of these senseless pressures. Her sunken and tired eyes didn't bother to look up at him; she shut them and just let her mouth get used by her classmate like this. She didn't care enough to stop it. It was just what she was bound to have to handle, and she took it. She didn't really deserve much better.

But the sounds of sucking and of Hapi's throat giving even just the faintest bit of resistance was enough to begin drawing some attention. Eyes began to shift slowly over toward her, starting off with little peeks at it while trying to stay focused on Byleth. Byleth, for his part, had a view right up front to all of it, but he continued to give his lecture regardless. It was that very insistence that made everyone want to fuck Hapi in class so badly; Byleth didn't seem to care, and more and more, their attention drifted to the sight of Ferdinand at work on Hapi, at the sweet excitement and commotion of seeing the cute girl slide into another depressive episode. They always made her so malleable.

Drool dripped down from Hapi's mouth as she received more of these fierce attentions. She didn’t bother to straighten herself out or wipe any of it away; she was in too deep for nay of that, simply receiving these wicked and senseless pushes, the pressure that kept building and swelling hotter inside her. Hapi didn't want to do a damn thing to get in the way of this, simply accepting the mistreatment and spiraling into deeper frustration by the second. This was a lot, excessive and mess and thoroughly disrespectful, but what did Hapi care? She just took it, unbothered by what was happening to her and how intense it was, just taking on these feelings. If Ferdinand felt this was the best use of her, then whatever. It wasn't her problem.

Plundering away at the sad girl's cute face, Ferdinand was absolutely taking advantage of her situation, and he wasn't sorry about it, keeping up his pace with merciless greed on his way to what he craved. Racing hastily toward his orgasm harder and dizzier, his careless, reckless passions kept him moving with wicked intent, barreling his way into chaos and a final, unraveling moment of pure desperation. He was happy to keep holding on and happy to keep laying waste to her. When he came, he yanked back to finish off all over her face, painting her olive skin with hot streaks of dripping white. She didn't even bother to wipe it off, shifting an arm onto the table and opening her eyes again, staring off once more into space. It mattered to her that little.

But now everyone was excited. Edelgard and Hubert got to her next, the future emperor's vassal dragging her forcefully out of her chair and bending her over her desk far enough over the top for Edelgard to lift her skirt up, seize her by the hair, and force her cum-splattered face between her legs. Edelgard didn't give a command, but she got her fingers tangled into Hapi's messy hair and took to forcefully grinding her pussy against her lips, greeted with a tongue lazily pushing its way out of her mouth and pressing forward. Detached and dreary, Hapi didn't bother to argue against it, eating Edelgard out and letting this happen, whatever it was. Easier to go along with whatever it was than to fight it, she rationalized.

That went too for her skirt being pulled up over her perky butt, her panties coming down, and Hubert stuffing his dick into her. It didn't matter. She just fucking took it, uncaring and aimless, divorced from the hard groans that came from behind as Hubert wound up for his worst efforts upon her. Wasn't her problem. If he wanted to fuck her she'd just take it, his cock spreading her open and shoving her a bit further along the table, a bit tighter in to Edelgard's mound. she wasn't letting that get in the way of a damn thing, struggling to even begin to handle these dizzy frustrations and all the panics they offered her. she was in too deep now, struggling with the weight of feelings and pressures she held no power over now.

"Lick harder," Edelgard commanded, twisting her grip in Hapi's hair and forcing a reaction out of her. There was no reason for Hapi to obey, but the pain was a bother, so her tongue pushed forward, despondent efforts continuing to express a weirder and more frustrated heat, a pressure she felt like she had no good way to contend with, but she did everything in her power to make some sense now of all of it. She continued to grind and ache and groan her way through these wicked pleasures, through a clumsy spectacle keeping her locked tightly in the heat and the pressure of giving completely up. She didn't care about restraint or control. Not now. Not when she wanted to cum so hard.

Hubert's hands settled onto her slim waist and her hips, tugging her back against his every thrust. He didn't make much more noise than low grunts, but they were steady and persistent, continued pressure and noise following in his relentless bid to get off and to get what he wanted out of this. There was a simplicity to the way they used her, throwing themselves into harder, more feverish indulgence until they simply got what they wanted. Hubert threw his head back and had the most silent orgasm of anyone in the class, while Edelgard moaned her way through a composed and regal climax, both of them clinging tightly to the dizzy pleasures and frustrations that this offered them, the pleasure coming on stronger and wilder, senseless in its nature but feeling downright incredible to give in to now.

They too pulled abruptly away and left Hapi to lie there without much care, but just as they did, Caspar and Linhardt were upon her in an instant, dragging her up from the desk and forcing her to stand upright.

Linhardt wasn't very motivated himself, barely bothering to pull her back against his cock as he sank into her ass. It was up to Caspar to call, "Hold her up better than that!" while he slammed forward to plug her pussy up. "Let's go, let's go. You have to work in this too. She won't!" He took to fucking her pussy with all the speed and vigor and noisier that Hubert hadn't not caring about getting his creepy classmate's sloppy seconds as he threw himself hard into all of the pleasures he could get.

Lacking utterly in the desire to do much, Linhardt kept his lazy pace of thrusting into Hapi's tight ass, but left most of the friction and the energy to Caspar being so forceful with his own thrusts that he had her working back and forth under the pressure and chaos of this all. The pleasure was getting bolder and more wicked, senseless spectacle and fire coming on madder through the heat he could offer. "You're doing a good enough job for both of us," yawned Linhardt, letting the tight hole simply work along his cock. It was low-effort sex. Just how he wanted it. If the girl wasn't going to do the work then at least another guy with energy could make it happen instead.

Hapi didn't care. She didn't move. She didn't even bother to stand up; only the two bodies sandwiching hers kept her from flopping down to the floor in a comical expression of absolute carelessness. She couldn’t pretend to give a shit, her head flopped back and resting on Linhardt's shoulder not for stability, but because that was where it landed. The cocks drilling into her were hardly insignificant, but she couldn't let that get to her even still, entrenched in such absolute emptiness and apathy that she just let it happen. she didn't have a choice. They were going to fuck her. They saw her depressive episodes as license to use her body. Maybe that was what it was. Maybe that was all her episodes were worth. It didn't matter either way when she was this far gone, simply letting it happen and accepting that nothing better was coming for her.

Casper happily pounded his way to orgasm and took Linhardt down with him, the sleepy mage letting out a low, persistent noise as he erupted into Hapi's ass hole, filling her up but not feeling too bothered one way or another by all of it. Caspar was far more vocal and excited about filling up Hapi's pussy, topping up what Hubert had pumped into her and savouring the wicked delight of holding onto her so tightly. They both filled her up and then abruptly pulled away, not thinking anything too abrupt was going to happen.

Hapi then flopped right to the floor, falling face-down and simply lying there like a corpse. She wasn't. Everyone knew it. Her eyes were open and she continued to stare off in dejected misery, now leaking with cum, fully aware of what her peers thought she was worth in this state and simply too exhausted and worn down to even care if that was the case.

"Poor thing," Dorothea said, gently pulling the girl back up over her desk. "You'll come out of it, sweetie. You always do. That's why we're going to focus on making you feel good instead of getting off." It was an act of selflessness, in Dorothea's mind, to bury her face between Hapi's legs and eat the creampies out of her.

Coming in from above, Petra was happy to do the same to Hapi's ass, spreading her cheek out and spitting down into her hole before her tongue dove into it. Linhardt had loosened it up already, leaving her able to rim something looser than normal, and she took eagerly to the opportunity. "You may be with sadness now, but we will be here to help you," Petra insisted. She was utterly naive to Dorothea's twisted logic, accepting it as reasonable-sounding and joining in the chance to shove her tongue forward and rim Hapi, her perky butt perfectly flush against her face while she wound up to go to down on her.

Dorothea was the best at eating pussy of everyone at the Officer's Academy, and she threw herself eagerly into trying to give the royal treatment to Hapi now, focusing on throwing everything she knew and everything she loved about going down on girls into the persistent chaos and excitement of this treatment. She wasn't tender or patient about it, pursuing shameless ecstasy and the dizzy hungers that carried her into deeper wickedness. But a frustration arousal brewing inside of Dorothea left her persistently aware that she wanted a bit more for herself, too, even if she wasn't coming out loud to say as much.

But even two of her friends shamelessly, downright selflessly, eating her holes out wasn't getting much motion off of Hapi. She lay over her desk and let the tongues toy with her body, not even bothering to moan or respond to these attentions. They didn't matter to her. She didn't care about any of this. She didn't want it. She was forcefully opened up to the bizarre weirdness of feelings that continued to wear her down, and all she could do was take it, slumped over the place and letting it carry her into worsening feelings. It was there. It was nice, she guessed. Why care? Why bother taking it or feeling anything? There wasn't anything here that she could even pretend mattered to her. Friends believing she deserved a little bit of care and attention was alright. A nice change from the pressure and misery of her friends absolutely not giving a damn. But to what end?

Petra and Dorothea really hoped that by persistently, desperately eating her out, that they could have provoked some kind of response from her and made this all better. They didn't. They made her cum. Hapi’s body tightened up and shuddered in aching delight, in pleasurable pulses of heat sweeping up through her. But that didn't go anywhere. She didn't speak. Didn’t say much. Her hips wriggled a little bit and she dripped all over Dorothea's chin while she so slavishly tried to make her feel good, but it meant nothing, it added nothing. Dejected, the two girls slipped away and settled their ways back into their seats.

Through this entire lesson, Byleth had been patient. Persistent. He continued his lecture without any hesitation to everyone's shock. But finally, he was acting to do something about it all; he started to circle around, still reading from his book as he passed along the tables. "--the Empire's inability to suppress the rebellion offered Fearghus an unprecedented opportunity, and the Kingdom did not wait for permission to act." Once he got behind Hapi, though, he pulled his cock out, yanked her skirt up, and slammed his cock up her ass. "Just as none of you can wait for permission from your professor before you go wasting precious learning time taking advantage of your classmate."

This hadn't been the first time the other Black Eagles fucked Hapi in class. It was, though, the first time that Byleth joined in, leaving the entire class gasping while he took to pounding deep into her. Raw, relentless strokes up Hapi's perky butt were far more intense than Linhardt's, and she even hissed a little bit under a pressure too intense and hot for her effortlessly ignore. But most shocking was how he continued to read, "The Kingdom's primary move was to occupy and annex neighboring Leicester territory, seeking to gain significant ground over territory that would give them a stronger position if war was to come."

Nobody could believe this was happening. Their flat, seemingly unfeeling professor coldly read from a history book and gave the class a lesson while balls deep in one of his students' asses, just as capable of ignoring the sex as the girl he fucked, but from a different direction. Nobody was paying attention to this write-up on the factors leading in to the Crescent Moon War. All they wanted to pay attention to was Byleth's utter reaming of the sad girl slumped over the table, his merciless attentions building up with dramatic fever and passion to drive her mad and to make her regret everything he was doing to her. There was so much brutality here, a chaos and a fire that kept him craving more, kept him relentlessly indulging in her body and throwing his weight behind pure chaos now.

Hapi may not have shown a lot of effort through this, face buried down against her desk, but the feelings were definitely more than she felt she could ignore, and the crushing confusion left her more and more panicked about the pressures behind it. It was a lot, which maybe meant it just took more effort to ignore it all. Byleth didnt' break through this, but he made her feel so much, made her head start to snap back into reality a little bit from her fugue. But it was everyone else who marveled the most, who could not believe their eyes.

Or, as Byleth let out an unearthly groan and pumped Hapi's tight ass hole full of cum, their ears. It was like all the emotion he hadn't shown for a week all went into one noise of sexual excitement, and as it washed back out of him, he relaxed once more, calmed and careless and pulling out of her hole, barely skipping a beat in beginning to explain King Klaus I's death.

Class had utterly fallen apart, and there was no dying down for the furor that came with this, but only one other student slipped out of their chair to continue on. It was Bernadetta, who dragged Hapi not only out of her chair but under the desk entirely while she began to lick the girl's exposed midsection and bury her face up into her skin, huffing at her body and starting to pull her clothes off so she could get at more. "You should do more when they fuck you," she muttered. "You should sweat. I want to smell your sweat after they fuck you, too."

It was how these gangbangs always ended. Everyone got off. The boys drained their balls in her and on her. Hapi still didn’t feel better. And then Bernadetta came to sniff her, lick her, rub herself to just inhaling the scent of Hapi and of sex on her, and then she too left. She didn’t feel good. Nothing helped. But at least everyone in her class, including her teacher, got what they needed from her body.