Suspension of Disbelief (Loki (Amelia, Midori, and Eitri)/Reader from Fire Emblem Heroes)

The Order of Heroes was vast.

If you were asked to name every single Hero, you’d struggle to name half! It was true you had met all of them thanks to the nature of summoning, but that didn’t mean you saw them frequently. In fact, you had only befriended a handful.

But hey, that was okay! Maintaining a lot of friendships would be a beast of a task. You really had no idea how Sharena did it.

Having a small but close-knit of friends was far preferable in your opinion. You could focus on your important duties while still having plenty of time to offer them.

“Good morning!”

Speaking of which…

Amelia, hailing from the Sacred World, was one of the first friends you had made here. She was the first from her world to be summoned to Zenith, so without anyone familiar to latch onto, she ended up sticking around with the person responsible for summoning her in the first place. Thanks to your efforts, she had settled in well for the most part.

“Good morning, Amelia,” you greeted her as she sat down opposite you, placing down a tray containing her breakfast. “What’s on the agenda today?”

The Dining Hall, while packed and rowdy during these hours, was a great place to catch up with the people you cared about before they went about their day.

“The usual! I’ll be training with General Duessel,” she answered cheerfully. “What do you have planned?”

…ah, well, that was not the response you were hoping for, nor was it a question you were eager to answer.

There had been some conflict regarding quarter arrangements lately. A few Heroes just weren’t getting along that well as housemates. Since it was within the region where she dwelled, you wondered if Amelia would be able to provide more insight into the situation. If anyone could suggest some suitable swaps that would lead to the least disruption, it would be her. She knew the people a lot better than you did, that was for sure, and was definitely the most approachable one too.

While you had a legitimate reason to request her presence, there was admittedly an ulterior motive.

You hadn’t been seeing her as much as usual!! It was sad, and while this task would probably take nothing more than an hour with her advice, it would nevertheless be some much-appreciated quality time.

…and maybe it would encourage her to spend some more time with you! That might have been the crush you had on her talking, but it was undeniably unusual to see her so infrequently as of late.

Of course, there was a good reason for that. Duessel was a recent arrival to Askr and something of a father figure to her. It made sense she would want to spend a lot of time catching up with him! Sure, an hour of her time wouldn’t be a whole lot in the grand scheme of things, but it would feel cruel to take her away from what was currently making her really happy.

Therefore, you were hesitant to answer her at all, leading to a bit of an awkward silence.

Luckily, someone was around to bail you out, albeit unintentionally.

“I think the new staff have been warned about me,” Midori sounded immensely defeated, sitting down with a sigh. Her mood was clearly not fantastic, but she was trying her best to remain lively.

“Good morning, Midori,” Amelia greeted her friend enthusiastically, though she couldn’t help but chuckle a little. “It sounds like the Dining Disaster has not been forgotten.”

Ah… the Dining Disaster.

It was the term used to describe a certain incident involving Midori.

The Dining Hall was mainly maintained by volunteering Heroes who wished to improve their culinary skills. A few weeks back, Midori had secured a temporary slot on the team, wanting to learn some meals that she could later spice up with some herbs.

Rather than stick to the designated recipes and experiment in her own time, she decided to use the innocent individuals of the Dining Hall as her guinea pigs. She was quick to defend herself once caught messing with the food without permission, claiming the specialized herbs were supposed to offer the drinker double the strength and vitality.

The herbs did not increase strength and vitality. Instead, they zapped it.

It was the quickest somebody had ever gotten fired from Dining Hall duties. You supposed there was some pride to be had in that.

A lot of heroes originated from the World of Fates. That usually would have prevented you from befriending her due to the abundance of people she already knew, but you had gotten lucky… or rather, unlucky? It was a bit of both!

A few months back, you had participated in a training session that quickly went wrong.

Getting an arrow impaled in your shoulder was not fun, but because the fired arrow belonged to her, she had taken responsibility for the situation.

This was thankfully before the infamous Dining Disaster. For that reason, you were happy to give her the opportunity to make amends. While her methods were untraditional and her herbs stung like a bitch, they were undeniably effective, albeit slow-working.

The gradual healing did work in your favor though; they led to frequent check-ups from her end, even after the injury had all been cleaned up! Thanks to that, you ended up having a lot of conversations with her, and before you knew it, you were friends!

You, uh, may or may not have developed a little crush on her as well, but who could blame somebody in your situation? An adorable girl nursing you back to health over the course of a few weeks? It was the definition of romantic!

Crushing on two girls simultaneously wasn’t exactly a smart plan, but it didn’t matter considering you had no plans to pursue either. Amelia had shown no romantic hints, and Midori’s check-ups never resulted in anything fruity.

“Well, it’s alright,” Midori dug into her breakfast greedily, though she was thankfully not angry enough to forsake swallowing. “That mistake won’t be happening again, so they can frown at me all they want! I now have a potion that triples the person’s power!”

“Oooh, that sounds promising!” Amelia sounded genuinely interested, which made sense-- she was all about strength. “I dunno if I wanna test it though…”

Midori sighed, understanding the hesitation and appreciating the honesty. “That’s fine. Eitri told me she’d find some test subjects by the time I visit her after I finish up here.”

Eitri… otherwise known as the gremlin who talked to you from beyond the grave just to bark about how she totally won the war in Niðavellir. Despite perishing, she had miraculously been summoned from an alternate Zenith to this one. This one was a little tamer, preferring to focus on her experiments privately rather than directly interfering with events. She was still annoying and condescending whenever you saw her, however.

Somehow, Midori had become the girl’s assistant. While you wanted to be worried for Midori’s safety, this kind of thing was right up her alley, and besides, Eitri was under a contract to not get up anything dangerous.

It was the cause for Midori stopping her check-ups though. She no longer had the time to visit as often as she would have liked, but because you were pretty much all patched up, she decided to put an end to the visits altogether.

Because of that, Eitri wasn’t exactly in your good books… though she never really was.

“Do be careful though. Her expressions are unnerving…” Amelia was understandably worried, though just like yourself, she understood that Midori could handle herself.

“What about you, Amelia? What’s the plan for you today?” Midori changed the subject, figuring she had talked about herself long enough.

“Just the usual,” she answered, unable to hold back some joyful giggles. “I’ve really been enjoying training with General Duessel! He’s been so impressed with how much stronger I’ve gotten while here in Askr.”

“You’ve gotten so strong!” Midori cheered her on. “Strong enough to tank any unfortunate side effects from my potions.” Upon seeing Amelia’s concerned expression however, she chuckled. “I’m only kidding! Seriously though, you should be proud of yourself! I know I am.”

The girls had met thanks to the friendship they had with you, and because of that, they became fast friends. Though they were pretty different, they were still of a similar age, and that was enough for a strong friendship to be forged.

Despite being that connecting piece, it was not unusual for you to feel forgotten during these conversations. They’d always greet you and be willing to sit with you, which was great, but once they were both present… well, it honestly felt like you weren’t even there anymore.

But that was alright. You understood they were busy people and didn’t get to see each other much either, and it wasn’t like you could bring anything worthwhile to the conversation unless you just so happened to summon somebody they knew… which hadn’t happened outside of Duessel.

Ah… who were you kidding? This sucked.

You were just the Summoner at the end of the day. You weren’t a warrior Amelia could spar with. You didn’t have any skills in herbalism or alchemy for fascinating conversations with Midori either.

It was weird. You were appreciated for your role, but at the same time, you couldn’t help but desire a bit more recognition.

Perhaps even a bit of romance.

Naturally, you weren’t anticipating anything like that to happen. You were far too busy to commit yourself to a relationship, anyway.

But was there a part of you that hoped for something anyway?

…yeah, there was. You would have made it work. The benefits of a meaningful relationship were vast.

At this point though… you weren’t feeling confident. Your defeatist attitude certainly wasn’t helping your chances, but you doubted even optimism would be enough to make something happen. Everyone-- including you-- was just busy doing their own thing.

“I think I’m going head out,” you bid farewell to them, having munched down your food rather quickly. It was easy to do so since you weren’t participating in the conversation.

The two girls didn’t respond, too engaged in conversation. You swore you heard one of them mumble a goodbye, but it was probably your ears playing tricks on you.

The walk back to your room was a bit of a sulky one. While you still had the matter of the housing rearrangements to deal with, you were not in the mood to deal with it right now. It could wait an hour or two.

Heroes greeted you if they walked past, but nobody stopped more than some short-talk. Everybody was just too busy.

At least it felt like you could breathe a bit easier once you were back in your room. It always felt good to be in your personal space. You removed your cloak, sitting down on your bed and relaxing as much as one with a truckload of responsibilities could.

…you need a vacation.

Or something that would help dampen or even eradicate this feeling of physical and mental exhaustion. There was only so much the comfort of a bed could do.

“Aww… is someone tired?”

You shot up instinctively, reaching for the Breidablik before staring at the figure resting against your wall.

There was an intruder.

You cleared your throat, ready to speak sternly. “How long have you been there?”

Loki was an interesting individual, always appearing unexpectedly to cause some mischief. Although she was regarded as an enemy, you did not feel threatened by her presence, and that was demonstrated when your frantic heartrate quickly dwindled back to ordinary levels. She had given you quite the shock! Thank goodness it wasn’t somebody with an inclination for violence.

You were confident she was only here to talk. You were still standing. Nothing was stopping her from performing the easiest assassination in history.

This had applied to the many other times she had visited you randomly for a chat too.

“I’ve been with you for quite some time,” she answered vaguely, and frankly, you should have expected that.

You weren’t sure if you were ready to classify Loki as a friend.

Every now and then, she would appear from seemingly nowhere and engage you in a conversation, eager to learn about what you had been up to lately. Though this could easily be considered intelligence gathering… you honestly could not care less.

What could she do with the knowledge that you were stressed and longed for companionship despite the many times you tried to convince yourself that you were actually doing fine?

Well… many things, actually.

But she hadn’t, and you weren’t sure what your stance on that was.

“Alright…” you refused to ask for elaboration, not wanting another non-answer in response. Therefore, you settled on a question that would hopefully be answered clearly. “Why are you here, Loki?”

“I’ve come to ask a question, and it’s a simple one,” she replied, crossing her arms and approaching you with the utmost interest. She eyed the Briedablik, prompting you to hold it firmly. It wouldn’t do you anyone any good if she were to snatch it. “Why do you continue to ignore the potential of your divine weapon? I’ve grown unbearably curious about your reason.”

So much for a simple answer. “...what do you mean?”

The Breidablik was used to summon Heroes from countless worlds. What more could it do?

Loki crossed her arms and sighed.

“Let’s start simple. You have living arrangement issues to deal with, correct?”

“I do.”

There was no reason to ask how she knew that. This was Loki. Her intelligence was probably already so boundless that it amusingly eliminated any lingering worries you had about whether or not you were telling too much.

Granted, this seemed to be a question she did not have an answer to, though that was because it seemed to be tied to your personal motivations more than anything else. She was no mind reader, after all. Probably.

Therefore, there was no harm in answering her… at least, once you understood what she was actually trying to ask.

“Rather than deal with that yourself,” she elaborated. “Why not summon a Hero and make them do it?”

Ah. So that was what she meant.

In a rare twist of place, it was easy to answer the trickster. “Because that would be wrong.”

“Why?”

“...because that would be an abuse of my power?” your response was swift, and spoken in a bit of a confused tone. Was that not an obvious answer? Even somebody like her would understand your morals were well… healthy? “Besides, even if I were to do that, there’s nothing stopping them from refusing.”

“Not if you use a contract.”

Contracts were essentially a set of instructions for a summoned individual to follow. They could not be ignored. The contracted person, upon agreeing to the terms, would not be able to do anything that would threaten the contract’s terms and conditions. You weren’t sure about the specifics behind how it functioned, but you imagined it utilized some powerful magic.

Princess Veronica of the Emblian Empire had used them to force Heroes to work for Embla. Many who would naturally oppose her ideals had no choice but to fight against her enemies.

Despite how easily abusable this power could be, they could be used beneficially. Askr used contracts for summoned Heroes too, but the terms and conditions were effectively nonexistent. What existed was a means to prevent Heroes from doing legitimate harm to one another, avoiding unfortunate accidents and clashes from becoming too violent.

“I’m not going to use a contract to make a Hero to do my work.”

Loki smiled. It was unsettling, for such an expression was the sign of something bad. “Well, of course you wouldn’t. Even I wouldn’t! It would be a very boring use of a contract.”

“...what are you getting at?”

You weren’t sure if you liked where this was going.

“Somebody like you would benefit far more from using a contract on a beautiful woman, forcing her to pleasure you behind closed doors, am I correct?” she spoke something that sent a shiver down your spine. “And if you ask me… that’s a very entertaining use of that power.”

“No.”

That was something you would never do.

“Why not?” Loki chuckled. “What about Amelia and Midori? They’re such cuties. Don’t you-”

“Loki,” you interrupted her with haste. “They’re my friends. I’d never betray their trust like that.”

…was she an idiot? Did she seriously think you’d do that?!

“Then summon another version of them,” she suggested instead. “After you’ve finished your business and gotten rid of all that accumulated stress and lust, send them home. The ones you know would be none the wiser.”

Was this what she meant by ignoring the potential of the divine weapon?

…she wasn’t wrong. You could do that.

But you had something she didn’t have-- a conscience!

“No matter how many times you phrase it, my answer is the same,” you remained resolute. “You have heard of consent, right?”

Loki sighed, sitting down next to you on your bed. You hadn’t asked for the company. As there was doubtlessly a mischievous expression on her face, you avoided all eye contact, not wanting to give her the satisfaction of… well, pretty much anything, really.

“I have.”

You froze.

That was not Loki’s voice. T-That was… was…

Against your better judgment, you gazed over toward Loki’s location… and what you saw confirmed your suspicions.

The individual sitting on your bed was a lot smaller, had blonde hair, and was wearing a nightgown that showed off a little too much skin. Her legs were on full display, and her shoulders were fully exposed too. That ultimately wasn’t a whole lot, but this individual was somebody who always wore a lot, even outside the battlefield. It was mesmerizing to see her wearing so little…

“And I’ve been doing some thinking,” Amelia continued. “I’m not sure if I want to spend as much time with General Duessel anymore. I think… I’d rather spend that quality time with you, the person… I’ve fallen in love with…”

Demonstrating what she meant by that comment, she reached her hand out and placed it on your thigh, slowly creeping it closer to your crotch.

Your body couldn’t move. It couldn’t.

Thus, you relied on words… though even those were betraying you. “T-This… is a c-cruel game you’re playing right now…”

You honestly didn’t care that your voice was weak and jittery. At least you were able to say something.

‘Amelia’ ignored what you had to say, slowly but surely inching her hand closer, but before she could stop, she paused. “...is it okay if I…?”

You hated this.

…not because of what she was doing, but rather because of how your body and mind was reacting to the situation.

…but it wasn’t because of Loki’s actions, but rather how your body was reacting to the situation.

But your eyes were seeing Amelia! Your ears were hearing Amelia!

…and she was asking for consent?! Although it sounded so legitimate, you knew it was a sly jab at your previous question.

Was Loki trying to get you laid?!

This was ridiculous. Preposterous. Absurd. Nonsensical. Inconceivable.

…it did explain those summoning comments she made though.

This was a bizarre way of trying to help somebody in need, but unusual behavior was what this woman was known for.

Her suggestion regarding summoning alternate versions of the individuals you knew was definitely the most straightforward way for somebody in your position to get something like that… but she had underestimated your desire for a meaningful relationship. You wanted happy tears. No other kinds.

But now she understood that, and how to fulfill that condition in a twisted way.

Loki could shapeshift, after all, and because of that, she had become a dangerously good actor.

She could fake the feelings you wished this girl had for you. She would be so good at it that you could discard reality for a while and embrace something you truly believed you would never have.

You hated how you didn’t hate the temptation you were currently having.

It would be like what she said though. Amelia would be none the wiser.

But would you be able to look at her the same way?

…well, it wasn’t like she looked at you that much anymore, so she wouldn’t be able to notice the difference.

“...go ahead.”

This was a cruel game, indeed.

Amelia giggled approvingly, though her voice sounded a little uneasy and apprehensive. “Uhm… i-it’s my first time doing something like this, so… bare with me, okay?”

It sounded so much like her… down to the most minor of fluctuations…

After taking a deep breath, Amelia worked on pulling down your trousers, freeing your maddeningly erect cock.

You couldn’t help it. It was Amelia. She was unbelievably cute. You couldn’t deny that you had fantasized about her before in this kind of context either. It wasn’t something you particularly regretted, for fantasies were just fantasies…

But this? This was real… but also not! It was hurting your head.

Clarity came in the most unexpected yet expected form. Amelia had hesitatingly reached out her hand, and during the chaos happening within your mind, she had wrapped it around your member.

It felt incredible.

“Y-You’re… r-really big…” she exhaled, her voice trembling under the might of nervousness and arousal. “I don’t know if this will fit in my mouth, let alone my pussy…”

Hearing such depravity from her voice made you feel faint. Chaos had struck again. Rather than contemplating whether or not this was right, however, all you could think about was how amazing those things would feel.

“...please…”

You needed this. The teasing had gone on long enough!

Perhaps sensing your inner turmoil, Amelia decided to grant your heart’s desire, lowering her head and sinking your cock into her hot, petite mouth.

Though she was only able to take in the head, it felt substantially greater than you imagined it would be. The humidity was unreal and almost overwhelming against your sensitive shaft, and things became all the more intense when she introduced a lot of saliva into the mix. She even used her tongue, albeit a little hesitatingly. This was her first time giving head, after all.

Whether or not this was Loki’s first time doing this was an entirely different question. You suspected it wasn’t, but the answer wasn’t something you weren’t exactly desperate to learn. What mattered the most was that THIS was how it felt to be inside Amelia’s mouth… and it was terrifyingly good.

Amelia’s pacing was slow and steady, but considering how overpowering it currently felt, you had no complaints. You placed your hand on her crown, stroking her hair while she gobbled up your member, doing her best to make you feel good. While she lacked technique, she was incredibly enthusiastic, and that was demonstrated when she tried to take more into her mouth. She wasn’t able to exceed another inch or so, but it was still a wondrous sight to behold. This was Amelia! Amelia! That notion alone was arguably just as mind-boggling as the pleasure you were feeling.

After sucking energetically for a while, she suddenly raised her head, panting a little as she wiped her mouth clean. “...am I doing okay?”

“You’re doing wonderfully,” you responded immediately, eager to see that smile you adored so much in return, and indeed it did.

“I’m glad, hehe…” she hummed, maintaining eye contact while she lowered her head and planted a few teasing kisses across your shaft. “I could do this forever… I think I love this…”

You were never going to get used to hearing that voice say such things, but you kinda didn’t want to! The constant chills were amazing. Then again, the mere notion of getting used to Amelia sucking your cock… riveting.

This was insane.

“You’re so hard for me… I can’t help but keep kissing it…” Amelia seemed to understand dirty talk was the key. She apparently enjoyed speaking her thoughts, and that suspicion was confirmed when she giggled and a cheeky little grin formed on her face. “Your big, juicy cock… all for me…”

…that last comment sounded a little more Loki than Amelia.

But that was okay. Besides, it wasn’t like you knew how Amelia would actually act during intimacy. Maybe she did act this way. The thought was definitely an appealing one.

Amelia transitioned a kiss against the base into a lick, sliding her tongue all the way to the tip. She did so slowly, letting you enjoy a good build up. Before she took your cock back into her mouth, she winked, a move that was undeniably her alter-ego.

The subsequent return of that wondrous temperature made certain it didn’t shatter your suspension of disbelief, especially when she attempted to take in a little more than usual. While it proved to be an arduous task, she was ultimately successful. Amelia was able to keep over half of your length inside her mouth, testing how long she could keep it there. The answer proved to be impressive, but she soon resumed the blowjob anyway. You liked to think it wasn’t because she had reached her limits, but rather because she couldn’t hold back the urge to keep sucking! Why else would she start bobbing her head up and down so enthusiastically all of a sudden?

This newfound acceleration was a prominent boost to your already overpowering pleasure. You had no choice but to hold onto the sheets firmly as her head moved back and forth. When that proved to not be enough, you relocated your hands to her crown, gripping her hair fairly tightly in a futile effort to slow her down. Amelia’s strength was something to behold, and apparently, emulatable.

Either that, or you had underestimated a certain somebody’s toughness.

It wasn’t all bad though, for though the pleasure was powerful, it was also marvelous.

“Amelia…” you called out to her with a strained voice. “I’m going to cum…”

Those were words you never thought you’d say, but upon setting them free, you regretted saying them at all.

Rather than eagerly bob her head faster, Amelia instead retreated from your cock entirely, forcing that brewing feeling to dwindle to a halt. It was unbearable to be denied a much-needed release, but that was the least of your concerns.

“If you were to cum now, you wouldn’t be able to participate in all my planned experiments!”

Amelia’s soft and tranquil voice had shifted to something similar, albeit a bit raspier. It was a voice you recognized immediately, and while it didn’t invoke a shiver quite as grand as when you heard Amelia suddenly speaking to you in your room, it was still prominent.

Midori had taken her friend’s place. Rather than the elaborate outfit she typically wore, she was wearing nothing but her underwear. She wore a curious expression, examining your cock from different angles that hindered any opportunity you had to gaze a better look at her body.

The only thing that hadn’t really changed was that there was an adorable, petite girl near your throbbing manhood.

“But that’s okay! I came prepared,” Midori reached into a bag on the floor that you were certain wasn’t there before. When had the trickster snuck that in? She pulled out a small vial containing a mysterious blue liquid, passing it into your hands. “Drink that up, and you should be fine!”

Should, huh?

Midori hadn’t even mentioned what the vial was going to do to your body… which was actually strangely accurate to what the real individual would do, or rather not do.

Before she met Eitri, you were a bit of a guinea pig for the elixirs she was creating. Since it meant you got to spend some time with her, you were happy to help. You trusted she wouldn’t feed you anything life-threatening, and indeed, your life was still intact.

There may or may not have been a few suspiciously close calls, but that was all in the past.

This wasn’t Midori though. You had to know what you were about to drink.

…This isn’t going to kill me, is it?”

You couldn’t rule out the possibility this was actually an assassination attempt.

“I don’t think so!” Midori chuckled. “I took it from her- ahem… I took it from my room. I’m not worried though. It was labeled, and what it said was promising.”

“...and where is that label now?” you asked her, noticing it was absent. “I’d love to read it.”

“I took it off,” she responded quickly, as if that was the most obvious answer one could give… which it kinda was, but that wasn’t what you were really trying to ask. “Don’t worry! It’ll be fine! Trust me!”

…it was difficult to say no to that voice. There were plenty of times she had something along the same lines. Someone had done their homework.

Therefore, you drank the vial, praying to the many gods and goddesses of the nine realms that you would survive. How ironic that one of them was currently present.

…and you felt nothing.

“Not even a single throb, huh?” Midori noticed the lack of any results too, frowning disappointingly, but she didn’t allow her saddened state to last any longer. “Ah, no matter! That doesn’t change what happens next.”

What happens next, hmm?

Midori stood, letting you finally see what her body had to offer. For someone so small, she was surprisingly curvy. Before you could appreciate all the little details, you were understandably distracted by her stripping off her underwear.

“Heh,” she snickered at your reaction. “That caused a throb!”

How could it not? She was utterly adorable. Though she was petite, she still had the body of a woman. No doubt Amelia looked similarly underneath that teasing nightgown of hers.

Rather than allow you to appreciate the view, she ended up crawling onto your bed, making herself at home by laying down.

…and spreading her legs, revealing that she was drenched down there.

Was that part of the shapeshift too, or was it a legitimate reaction to everything that had been having? You’d learn in time.

What mattered now was that a beautiful lady needed your cock, and it would be rude to deny her that.

Upon getting into position, the realization that you were about to actually fuck somebody you considered a friend-- hell, somebody you crushed on-- hit HARD.

Details be damned, it looked like her, it sounded like her, and it even smelled like her! Midori had actually crafted a special fragrance that gave her a unique but very pleasant aroma, and that was very much present here. Someone had really done their homework. Holy fuck.

“For this experiment,” she spoke softly. “I want to see how long a man can last inside my pussy. I’m confident you’ll give me some good results!”

Amelia’s antics had given you a bit of a handicap in that regard, but you were determined to give it your all regardless.

It felt astonishingly pleasurable to push your cock up against Midori’s entrance, and that feeling escalated dramatically as you pushed inside, feeling the tremendous warmth of her insides for the first time.

Midori hummed, her voice tense thanks to the penetration, but that did nothing to impact the smile on her face. It looked dangerously genuine, and the slightest bit smug. It was an expression you could get behind though. Since it was obvious by this point that this wasn’t a new experience to her, you didn’t hesitate to ramp up the pace quickly rather than gradually. Soon enough, that smile faded, replaced with an open mouth letting loose all sorts of surreal sounds.

“Oooh…you’re fucking me so hard…” Midori moaned and moaned, unafraid to let loose her voice. “D-Does it feel like you’re f-fucking your friend? I-Is it hot knowing she doesn’t even know you’re enjoying her body like this?”

Those were not questions you were prepared to answer.

“Oooh… you throobbbeeddd~”

…a certain somebody was talking a bit too much for your liking, but you were luckily in a position to shut them up very quickly. You had been practicing some restraint up until this point, not wanting to risk hurting Midori.

But if Loki was so willing to shatter the suspension of disbelief so effortlessly, then it was only fair you responded in turn. Holding onto Midori’s hips, you accelerated dramatically, enough for the ferocity of your thrusts to put to rest any chance she had at further chatter.

It felt great and looked great too! Midori’s body was amazing to watch while you fucked it. You were keen to take in every detail while you had the chance. The way her small breasts danced with each thrust while she desperately latched onto the bedsheets, trying to mitigate how overwhelming everything suddenly was… it was so hot!!

Your favorite part was probably her lust-stained expression, and how she couldn’t help but moan endlessly, unable to communicate a single word. That was how you liked it.

Although everything felt unbelievable, you didn’t feel like you were anywhere close to cumming. That was unusual. Where did all that tenacity come from? By all means, it wasn’t a complaint!

Seeing Midori’s last resemblance of sanity crumble before your eyes was a sight to behold. You had a feeling she’d be satisfied with these results. She did want you to last as long as possible, right?

Despite implying she’d make you cum first, she was the first to reach her climax, and it was doubtlessly a mind-boggling one. Her body started to quiver dramatically without warning, and as her volume increased, so too did the grip she had around your cock. Though it did not bring you to your orgasm, it was probably for the best-- you didn’t want anything distracting you from how amazing this looked!

Not once did you stop fucking her, even throughout her climax. You just couldn’t stop. It was like your hips had a life of their own!

“W-Wait!” she miraculously managed to cry out. Because she looked so drained, you paused… but boy was it tempting to ignore her. “T-Timeout, please…”

She wanted a break, huh?

Well, this was your friend. You had no intention of being cruel to her. You treasured the friendship you had with Midori and wanted to do nothing to jeopardize that!

But this wasn’t Midori.

Just as she started to breathe properly, you started to fuck her remorselessly, an act she did not foresee in the slightest. Midori yelped, setting free the deafening moans once more, and it was music to your ears. She attempted to speak to you several times, but those were shut down with well-timed powerful thrusts.

If Loki hadn’t been cheeky moments ago, you would have cut her some slack.

You were confident you could probably look Amelia in the eyes after this. It would be difficult, perhaps, but not impossible. Midori, however? Not a chance. It was a price you were willing to pay by this point though.

But you were soon reminded not to underestimate Loki.

All it took was a mere blink. One second, you were gazing at Midori’s gorgeous body. The next, you weren’t. That brief moment of darkness on your end was all she needed to switch forms seamlessly.

You felt the change as well, for it suddenly felt like you were being squeezed substantially harder than usual. The newfound pressure was absurd-- absurdly good, of course.

You had accounted for this possibility in the back of your head. There was nothing stopping Loki from switching to somebody you saw as innocent and pure. It would be the perfect way to make you stop.

…so why had she switched to EITRI?!

Eitri was not your friend! She wasn’t even someone you particularly liked… and that was being generous.

But she did have a nice figure, apparently. You had never looked at her that way before, but considering you were currently having sex with her due to a certain somebody’s shenanigans… it was a challenge not to appreciate the finer details.

“Hey! Why did you stop?” she whined, scowling at you momentarily before that signature smug smile showed up. “What, is that all you can do? Don’t tell me you’re exhausted already! I expected more from you, Summoner…”

This was a dangerous game she was playing, but that was probably the intention, wasn’t it? You knew what you wanted to do, but that would give her exactly what she wanted…

Therefore, you made the decision to pull out.

Eitri’s eyes widened momentarily and she looked like she was about to scream, but she managed to avoid doing so, clearing her throat to appear dignified.

“Heh,” she scoffed. “So I’m right then, is that-”

The gremlin yelped when you suddenly grabbed her hips and spun her over, an effortless task thanks to her weight-- or rather, the lack of it. Eitri was small thanks to her Niðavellir ancestry, making Amelia and Midori look like giants in comparison! Be that as it may, she somehow boasted an impressive ass and legs. That was good. They would be good things to focus your eyes on.

The reason you had flipped her over was simple-- you did NOT want to see that horrifying face of hers. It could distort very, very weirdly. Her voice was pleasant though, so being unable to silence that was fine.

You wasted no time in plunging back in, breaking through her tightness with an invigorated passion. Not once had you ever imagined fucking Eitri, but you weren’t about to bypass an opportunity to put her in her place. You’d be looking at her a lot differently from now on, but in a way that would confuse and possibly frustrate her. She wouldn’t be able to figure out why you’d be looking so smug! Good!

Eager to experience that future, you fucked her as hard as you humanly could, sparing her no mercy. Eitri had already succumbed to the pleasure, her upper half completely collapsing under the pressure while you held her firmly by the hips. It worked in your favor too, for her moans were significantly muffled by the bed. That meant you could freely get carried away without fear of anybody hearing the ferocious fucking.

Despite the dominance, it didn’t feel enough. This little creature had put you through a wealth of trouble in the past! It didn’t particularly matter to you that this wasn’t the same one. In fact, it especially didn’t matter considering the context behind why this wasn’t the same one. That was why you grabbed hold of her messy hair too, pulling it back whenever you slammed your hips forward. It resulted in a welcome enhancement to your pleasure, and a wondrous hit to her sanity. She could not speak, she could only scream, and that was surreal.

You wondered what was going through her mind. Was there anything at all? Was it just a pleasure-induced haze?

Of course, it was difficult to really care when it felt this good. Each thrust felt sublime against your sensitive shaft, and you were finally starting to feel close.

By this point, you believed Midori’s vial was to blame for the endurance-- or rather, thank. It did make you wonder why she had made such a thing though, but it was hard to theorize right now because had you mentioned how good this felt?! Eitri’s insides were ridiculously humid and insanely compact. She was the perfect little onahole.

You wouldn’t ever describe Amelia or Midori that way. They were close friends, and deserved respect and compassion even if it wasn’t truly them.

Loki’s transformation into Eitri was perfect because of that. You couldn’t hold back even if you wanted to!

“I don’t know if you’re still conscious there, Eitri,” you said to the quivering girl. “But I’m going to cum-- inside. I bet that’s what you want, isn’t it?”

Eitri did respond, albeit through means you should have expected but didn’t account for. This time, you felt the shift first. The temperature, already amazingly hot, became smoldering. When you next opened your eyes, you saw a substantially fatter ass greeting your eyes… though it might have just been because this new individual was about twice the size of the gremlin before her.

Well, “new” was probably not the appropriate term to use to describe them.

“Mmm… you’re still going to cum inside me, right?” Loki greeted you, gazing back and taking complete advantage of your shock with a mischievous grin. You weren’t expecting her to shift back to herself anytime soon! “Or would you rather cum inside Eitri? I imagine the thought of filling her up is far more appealing to you than little old me.”

Loki genuinely looked saddened at the thought, and while you highly suspected it was a ruse, the puppy eyes were working. Despite the grievances you had towards her, she had granted you wishes you never thought would ever come true. The least you could do was cum inside, right? That might have been the horny talking, especially since her butt was so bubbly, but you didn’t mind.

Surely this wouldn’t lead to some cosmos-destroying child later down the line, right?

Well, that was for future you to worry about! Right now, you had to face the facts, and those stated that the thought of filling up this woman’s womb with your seed was hot.

Still, you didn’t want to give her the satisfaction of a direct answer. Clenching her hips firmly and moving your hips again was a good enough compromise, at least. You accelerated dramatically, using her bubbly butt’s jiggling as further fuel for your movements. Loki resumed resting her head against the bed, but not before flashing you a shrewd smile.

A few moments later, you were there, cumming deep inside Loki’s pussy and filling up her greedy womb. She cried out your name joyfully, doubtlessly enjoying the new warmth stirring up her insides. Undeniably thanks to the vial, you were cumming a lot more than usual, which was something neither you nor her had anything negative to say against.

Once your climax concluded, you fell back, observing your semen pouring out of her snatch. She was quick to put a hand underneath her crotch, catching the dripping seed for a few seconds before sneaking a taste.

“Delicious…” she hummed. “You’re good, Summoner…”

You had really gone and done it, hadn’t you? You had fucked Loki.

“But I’m not done yet, you know,” she turned around, crawling towards you with a grin that radiated her usual cocky energy, but with a healthy dose of arousal. “Tell me… do you have any requests?”