(Biweekly Poll Winner) Seven Days of Work and Wonder (Hilda/Reader from Fire Emblem)

Askr was the breeding grounds for unusual situations.

You had found yourself in many before, and here you were, about to step into another.

The Order of Heroes was filled to the brim with heroes whose primary purpose was to aid the realm against those who wished it harm. This was primarily accomplished by them contributing on the battlefield in clashes against the forces of evil, but for those who lacked the resolve to battle, there were still ways to earn one's keep. For instance, some worked in orphanages. Some worked as training instructors. Some even helped keep the place clean! There was always work to take on, and many were willing to take up that work.

However, there were a few individuals who didn't want to do anything, and for those, plans had been put in place to restore cooperation and avoid the worst outcome-- sending individuals home. That fortunately hadn't happened yet, but Anna was keen to make sure resources weren't being wasted on heroes who didn't want to aid the cause in some form or fashion.

Luckily, there were always ways to motivate. For Bernadetta, the promise of many cuddly toy bears if she did this specific job was just enough to convince her (alongside the condition that she'd be allowed to wrap up all the Winter Festival gifts in complete solitude, and that you were required to knock on her door and not barge in, and that…).

Hilda, however, was a complicated one. She was strong-- insanely so, in fact! Seeing her smash up her opponents with ease was a sight to behold. One would think she could earn more than her fair share by being a powerhouse on the battlefield.

Unfortunately, getting her to even fight in the first place was a challenge in itself. Negotiations had failed so far, so a different approach was deemed necessary.

"Aww! A Winter Festival! That sounds great! Well then, good luck with that!"

Uh oh. That was the tone she used when she was ready to conclude the conversation.

"Wait!'

Before she could close the door in your face (and probably lock it) you did the only thing you could do to retain her attention-- you slipped inside her room.

Hilda glared at you. Rightfully so. You had acted instinctively and barged into her room, but in your defense, she had tried to barge the door in your face…

"...hey, I didn't say you could come in," she crossed her arms and pouted.

Hilda had been doing nothing to contribute to Askr for several weeks now. She would always complain about how tired she was, or occasionally spice things up with a strangely convoluted excuse whenever she forgot to feign exhaustion.

But that had to change. She was part of your personal squadron, so you had even more reason to get her back into the swing of things.

You weren't even asking for much. You just wanted her to help run a stall during the duration of the Winter Festival; you even had a cute outfit for her to wear! You figured such a task would be fitting for someone as charismatic as her… whenever she wanted to be, of course.

After that, you could work on getting her to return to battle. You just wanted to make things easier for her initially to increase your odds of success in the long term.

Unfortunately, despite being briefed about how easy her role was, she was not interested.

"Please, Hilda… it's just a single week," you stayed on topic, trying your best to encourage her. "We'll pay you a lot!"

"Well, duh, but even so, I'm not interested," she was not buying it. "Now, if you had me a job that required shopping for cute clothes, then maybe…"

It was debatable whether she’d even do that.

"Is there anything I can do to convince you?" you were desperate, and sounded it too. Getting Hilda to do something was your mission, and one you were determined not to fail! Thus, you were willing to make compromises, if necessary. "Anything."

"... anything?" she sounded… curious!

That was good! Her interest had been caught! Now, all you had to do was retain it.

"Yes, anything."

It was anyone’s guess what she’d ask for, but she wasn’t the type to ask for anything outrageous, so you weren’t worried.

"Ah… well…” she mumbled. “I could really do with a massage!"

...huh.

That was… a surprisingly simple demand. She could have asked for a lot worse.

"So if you get a massage, you'll work for a week?" you asked for clarification, wanting to make sure you were both on the same page.

"Nuh-uh!" she tutted, wiggling a finger from side to side… as expected. "That's too little. For every day of work, I want one free massage. So, if you want a week, that's seven!"

There was the catch, but even so… it was still an easy enough request to grant!

“Alright then, you have yourself a deal!” you offered your hand, and she shook it a little hesitatingly.

“...yeah, yeah… now then,  can you get out of my room, please? A lady needs her privacy.”

“Ah yes, of course.”

___

Day 1:

“Wow… that was exhausting!” Hilda complained for the umpteenth time while you escorted her back to her room. “There were so many customers! I had to talk so much! My poor voice needs some rest…”

What a fascinating thing for someone incapable of being quiet to say.

Despite her complaining, Hilda had actually done superbly! She knew how to sweet-talk people to do what she wanted; typically, she used this skill to get out of responsibilities, but this time, she was using this ability to get people to buy souvenirs and treats!

“You did a good job,” you praised her, making her giggle approvingly. Although her words suggested otherwise, you had a feeling she had thoroughly enjoyed herself but just wasn’t ready to admit it.

“Thank you,” she accepted your praise. “I’m really ready for that massage though. My shoulders are killing me! Hmm… I wonder, who did you hire to do it?”

“...hire?” you were puzzled by that question. She hadn’t asked for anything professional. “I thought I was the one giving the massage.”

Hilda stopped in her tracks and stared at you with a horrified expression, though it only lasted for a few moments before her usual enthusiasm returned. “Oh! Well then! Hmm! I see! Gotcha!”

She resumed walking as if nothing had happened. It also shut her up completely… and you eventually concluded that you actually missed the sound of her chattering.

When you finally arrived back at her room, things were mighty awkward.

“Uhm… well then…” she finally spoke through some mumbling. “...make yourself at home, I guess…”

“Look,” you began as she sat on her bed and started to fidget. “If you were expecting something professional, like at a clinic or something, I can still get that arranged, but-”

“No, no, that’s okay! You’ll do just fine!” Hilda was strangely insistent all of a sudden. You had no idea what was going through this girl’s head, but it was certainly full of volatile thoughts. “It’s just a massage, anyway. It’s not going to be weird. Not at all.”

Well, that didn’t sound convincing.

Massages were by no means your specialty, but you knew how they worked. However, you were contemplating whether it was right to progress. Hilda was expecting something different from reality, so it wouldn’t be fair to escalate the awkwardness.

Then again, the point of massages was to cut down on the tension, so maybe…

…and she was complaining about her shoulders…

Therefore, you swallowed hard and fought back against the urge to restrain yourself. You sat on Hilda’s bed and shuffled behind her, taking a kneeling position. There were definitely more adequate positions for massages, but Hilda seemed too lost in her thoughts to consider changing.

Hilda shivered when your hands landed on her shoulders, but she didn’t show any further signs of discomfort… assuming the shudder was even caused by such a feeling.

She wasn’t wrong to complain about her shoulders; you could tell just from nudging the muscles and her subsequent reaction that she was feeling sore. Pressing into them caused her to quiver once more, but the exhales she was letting out sounded pleasant enough. Therefore, you worked your magic, putting your intermediate skills to the test.

The results were… fascinating, to say the least. On the massage side of things, you could certainly feel Hilda loosen up and relax.

But you were also discovering she was quite the… noisemaker, and twitcher, too!

At first, it was just deep breathing, which was not a big deal.

But as you continued, the lightest of moans came into play. They didn’t really sound sexual, but to hear such noises come from her… it was hard to stay focused.

As for physical movement, there was a lot of it. She continuously leaned into you, eager to relax, only to randomly bend forward again as if she had realized she was a little too close. You didn’t mind the fidgeting; it showed she liked it.

Although the massage was a little unorthodox, you preserved and saw it to its conclusion.

…which took some time to get to, as a duration wasn’t discussed let alone decided upon. When Hilda finally spoke, you felt relieved “...I think… ah… that’s enough.”

Her voice radiated how relaxed she felt. It felt rewarding to hear that… after working her shoulders for about an hour.

“...sorry, I… ah… got a little too into that, I think,” she recognized how long it had taken, and was also undermining herself quite a bit. “But… you did a good job! I feel really relaxed.”

You were expecting the goodbyes to be a little awkward, so to hear her sound characteristically chipper brought you relief.

“I’m glad to hear it,” you responded. “Work well tomorrow, and I’ll be happy to give you the same treatment.”

Well, sort of. You’d have to discuss a time limit with her tomorrow. An hour was a little too long for what was essentially a free massage, though this was payment for her work…

“I’ll be there,” Hilda agreed to the second day of work, which was honestly the most incredible thing you had heard today.

You stood up and prepared to leave, but before you departed, you turned around momentarily to face her. “Good night, Hilda.”

“Ah… uhm, yes, good night!”

You left, closing the door gently.

Satisfied you were free from her gaze, you took one very, very deep breath.

That was… quite an experience, to say the least.

You could tell the awkward atmosphere hadn’t quite been quenched, but at least you were still able to communicate with her. That was something.

Tomorrow’s session was bound to be interesting. You were looking forward to it… especially after seeing how warm her cheeks had become.

She had tried to hide it, but failed.

___

Day 2:

The walk back to Hilda’s room was full of silence.

Your role during the Winter Festival was as an overseer, making sure everything was going according to plan. As a result, you hadn’t seen much of Hilda at work, but when you did, everything seemed to be going well! She even greeted you warmly when her shift ended and you offered to escort her home again.

But ever since then, she had said next to nothing. Any attempt at conversation on your end was shut down by simple one-word answers or simple hums.

It was difficult to tell what was up with this girl! Had something happened at work? Was she even in the mood for a massage? So many questions were boggling your mind, making the walk back to hers rather tedious.

“...come in,” she whispered quietly, sounding awfully jittery. This was not like Hilda at all.

On the plus side, it looked like she still wanted her massage… maybe…? You had no idea.

“My shoulders,” she finally spoke up, strangely unable to maintain eye contact. Her nerves were making you nervous. “They ache-- a lot… and so does my back. It’s a shame I’ve only agreed to a shoulder massage, isn’t it? Aha…”

Was she poorly trying to ask you into treating her back as well? She was typically pretty good at getting people to do what she wanted without directly saying it, so this was unusual…

Maybe she was sick?

“...I don’t mind,” you offered to take care of her back as well. The response made her smile a little, but the quivering she was displaying did not falter. She crawled onto her bed and sat in the center, beckoning you over, and as you did so, she started to remove the upper part of her outfit…

Ah.

This was probably why she was a little nervous.

In order to have her back treated, she essentially had to expose everything above her waist. She removed the fluffy collar she had on, as well as the straps that held most of her outfit together. Doing so almost fully exposed her back… and fascinatingly enough, exposed that she was not wearing a bra.

…which meant if you were able to fully see her front…

You bit down hard on your lip, eager to avoid any distractions. Hilda wanted a sufficient massage, and she was going to get one!

You focused on familiar territory to begin with, treating her numb shoulders with hard presses that made her hum. Her sounds were sublime and increasingly grew louder, a trait she was very aware of, but her attempts at holding back her voice were not working.

Her back was… well, you weren’t sure what to do, really.

It would probably be easier if she was laying down on her front, but she seemed content with staying sat down like this, so you did what you could. Her shoulder blades were your primary target, and though you weren’t particularly sure how to work on them, Hilda still seemed to react well to your random presses.

“...in the Leicester Alliance,” she randomly spoke up. “It is a custom… for massages… to also include kisses to the shoulders and back…”

Hilda’s jagged tone wasn’t making her tale sound convincing. She was probably making this up.

“...really?” you encouraged her to continue nevertheless. You were intrigued to see where this would go.

“Yeah…” she responded. “But… we’re in Askr, so you don’t have to do that. Besides, my back is awfully sweaty. It would be a little gross to kiss it, wouldn’t it?

Once again, Hilda was demonstrating a rather poor attempt at getting you to do what she wanted. The lack of her typical cheerfulness and confidence was the main contributor to that.

But it just so happened that her suggestion was very appealing and actually sounded beneficial to both parties; usually, she was the only one who benefitted.

…so maybe it wasn’t a poor attempt at all.

It just lacked subtlety.

Any chance she had left at holding back her voice was shattered when you hastily targeted her shoulders with your lips. You had never considered doing something like this, but being indirectly granted permission had awakened a desire you didn’t know you had until today.

Hilda’s moaning was full of its own adorable little stutters. She wasn’t anticipating to let loose such noises so suddenly, but they were amazingly rewarding to listen to.

She wasn’t lying about her back being drenched in sweat, but it just so happened that you did not mind that at all. If anything, it was encouraging! Besides, you knew that was making your kisses feel all the more intoxicating on her end.

Soon enough, Hilda’s typical quivering amplified in intensity; this girl was not able to stay still at all, and that feeling worsened when you trailed your lips down her spine, targeting all the sensitive spots she probably didn’t know she had.

To keep your hold on her steady, you wrapped your arms around her stomach, gently tilting her forward so you could access even more of her back. In the corner of your eye, you saw the slightest hint of breast slither into your view, and this teasing glance ramped up your acceleration dramatically.

“Ah… that’s… ah…” she attempted to communicate, but her purring took precedence over that.

Hilda sounded like she was in a trance, and she wasn’t the only one trapped in one. You were hooked on these kinds of massages! It felt amazing to heal strained muscles with something as simple as kisses, and it was incredible to hear the cute whimpers she was unable to hold back as well!

Who knew Hilda was such a talented singer? The abundance of hums, groans, and moans-- all of varying frequency (though often tilting towards the higher end of things), were music to your ears.

You continued the bombardment of smooches for what felt like an unprecedented amount of time, but you didn’t care for the duration; it was fun-- fun enough that if she asked you to keep going all night, you’d probably say yes!

Alas, it was not to be. Although she was undeniably enjoying herself, she could not resist the jaws of embarrassment for much longer. Hilda’s voice broke new records with one drawn-out moan, but soon after that, her voice dwindled even as you continued your worship.

“...t-that’s… ah…” she mumbled “E-Enough… please… I… need to breathe…”

She turned her head around, showing you that crimson blush once more.

“I like this custom,” you tried to lighten the mood, not wanting her to feel humiliated... but that didn’t mean you couldn’t tease her. Things were continuously taking an unusual turn, but that wasn’t a bad thing! “Do you want the same tomorrow?”

She took her time to respond, but ultimately responded exactly how you knew she would.

“...yes.”

“Good night then, Hilda,” you shuffled off the bed, respecting her privacy by refusing to look back at her, lest you see something she didn’t want you to see… as madly tempting as it was to sneak a glance anyway.

“Good night…” she murmured as you left.

It was only when you left that you realized you had forgotten to speak to Hilda about how long these massages would go on for.

Today’s session lasted two hours.

…but you weren’t sure if you really cared about the duration anymore.

___

Day 3:

Hilda was merry as usual during work, but once you were alone with her, she started acting all bashful again.

Fortunately, she was at least able to be a bit more direct and ask for the same treatment as yesterday.

So here you were, showering her back in a plethora of kisses.

The hums were as delightful as ever, but the quivering was… non-stop. Was something causing your kisses to involve shivers more than before, or was something else at play here?

“...c’mon, Hilda… this isn’t like you…” you heard her mutter to yourself, as if she had forgotten you were here. Because of that, you remained silent… aside from smooching sounds, of course-- she’d certainly notice the lack of those. “But yet… this is already pretty far… so why not…?”

You had a feeling she wanted you to listen in on this vague pep talk for a reason. Even so, it was still pretty cute, and so far, all these schemes she had come up with had been pretty good for you too, so you weren’t against her-

Hilda grabbed your wrists and demonstrated her surprising strength by effortlessly relocating them to her exposed breasts.

Oh.

Well then.

Realizing your hands were completely frozen, Hilda used hers to push yours deeper into her chest, letting your fingers sink into something so unbelievably soft and squishy.

Despite having pulled off an outrageous stunt, she had nothing to say on the matter.

Neither did you for that matter, but you felt like you were justified.

You knew what you had to do though. You weren’t oblivious to what her actions meant-- Hilda wanted a different kind of massage today, and you were more than happy to do your part. Though the momentum of kisses had been disturbed by her bold move, your usual pace was restored in no time, all thanks to how amazing it felt to simultaneously play with her breasts.

They were large, and they were so, so soft, and so, so squishy! Your fingers dug deep into them, and as you enthusiastically played with her tits, you discovered she was especially sensitive around her hardened nipples.

Especially sensitive was no joke either.

Hilda’s voice ascended to an even higher level of volume as you teased her nipples, one that made you question how soundproof these walls were. It wasn’t a fear that held you back, however, for you were also enjoying how lewd it all sounded.

It was obvious now that each day was going to ramp up the intensity and blur the line when it came to the definition of a massage.

Good.

You lost track of time. Playing with her boobs was addicting. Kissing her back and shoulders was addicting. Listening to her moans was addicting.

You were almost tempted to ask her not to work tomorrow so you could start doing this sooner, but you were still conscious enough of your decisions to not let the horny take over… at least, not yet. You didn’t believe she would be opposed to you taking this further, but you admittedly quite liked having her direct you to these new opportunities. Being granted permission was a reward in itself.

Eventually, Hilda’s voice somehow reached a level so high that it was safe to say she was screaming. With this sudden outcry of pleasure came a body that was unable to stay still even with the grip you had on her. Though she was sitting down, you were a little worried she’d still tumble.

Fortunately, her little moment ended as quickly as it came, and when her voice finally rescinded, so too did her desire to continue.

“...that’s enough for today,” she spoke less shamefully than before. “...thank you, and good night.”

“It was my pleasure,” you wanted to make sure she knew you were having a wonderful time. “Good night, Hilda.”

Before you opened the door to leave, you felt confident enough to turn back. You had played with her breasts. There wouldn’t be any harm in seeing them, would there?

Unfortunately, you regretted your decision as soon as you made it, for the angle she was sitting showed you so much yet so little! How unbearably teasing!

Well, no matter, you could get all these urges out of your system once you returned home.

___

Day 4:

“...you look irritated,” Hilda made some conversation as you returned to her room. “Bad day at work?”

Work was fine.

The morning, and to an extent, the end of the previous night, were not.

Last night, you were in Hilda’s room for over three hours!

There was no time to take care of business when it meant sacrificing sleep. Massaging her for hours upon end sounded appealing in the moment, but it wasn’t something you could realistically keep up with.

“Well, don’t worry-- I’ve been a little on the edge too,” she offered her sympathy. “Whatever is causing you stress-- I’ll help you get rid of it. I think it’s time I return the favor, don’t you think?”

…that was a vague statement, but you had a feeling you knew what she meant.

The smirk she subsequently gave you all but confirmed it.

“Sorry if I’ve been a little shy these past few days,” Hilda added. “It’s tough concentrating on anything when I’m too busy touching myself, or thinking about touching myself. You know how it is.”

…huh?!

That was quite a bombshell. How were you even meant to respond to…

No, overthinking wouldn’t do you any good. The best thing to do was roll with it. That was an outrageous thing to say in public, but it was messing with your head in all the right ways.

“...what stopped you from being honest from the start?” you asked… after some time. You needed a moment to prepare yourself, lest your speech have more stutters than actual words.

“Well, believe it or not, I was planning on just having these be ordinary massages,” she explained. “But your hands-- they were good! Your kisses? Even better. You’ve charmed me, and considering you’ve helped me cum twice now, I figured there was no reason to be ashamed anymore!”

What was with all these revelations all of a sudden?!

Well, it did explain the ‘scream really loudly’ then ‘respectfully but hurriedly shoo you away while blushing like madly’ combo. This girl had been masturbating the entire time!

“Oh, we’re here!” Hilda sounded bubbly, which was normal. The constant smirks, however? Not normal. Not bad though.

Though things had escalated every single day, it was all sizable steps that were easy to process.

But if yesterday was stage three, Hilda was suggesting a jump to stage thirteen! The sudden skip was making you feel a little nervous as you entered her room.

Hilda sat down and giggled, seductively licking her lips.

“Show me your cock.”

Nevermind. It was stage twenty-three!

“Or, if you prefer, I can fish it out myself.”

Stage twenty-six?!

“Hold on a second, Hilda,” you halted her right after she stood up and started walking towards you. She was not afraid to back up her words! “Isn’t this going… really, really fast?”

It was, and though it was a little nerve-wracking, you didn’t really have a problem with it. You just figured asking would give you a crucial moment to mentally prepare yourself for the insanity that was to come.

“No,” she disagreed. “If anything, we were too slow before this. I want to make up for lost time.”

…fair enough.

Though she had successfully switched up who the nervous one was, you didn’t want to remain in this state forever. Thus, you worked on taking off your clothes yourself. Hilda sat back down, waiting patiently for you to reveal what she craved.

…and just in case you needed any further motivation, she completely stripped off everything above her waist, allowing you to see those massive breasts of hers in all their glory.

Hilda’s smug smirk soon faded when your cock sprung into view.

“...o-oh, t-that’s… bigger… than what I was expecting…”

Now this kind of bashfulness made sense!

…and you started to experience it too when Hilda, without any warning whatsoever, dropped to her knees and started smothering your cock in a flurry of breathtaking kisses.

Lust had completely taken her over. The mere sight of your cock had done that. This girl had it bad, and naturally, you were thrilled about that! The speed of her smooches was relentlessly fast, enough to make you wonder how long it would take for her to eclipse the number of kisses you had given her. You had a feeling she’d overtake you before night’s end.

Continuing the role reversal, you were the one struggling to keep your balance together, and your condition worsened when Hilda decided pecks just weren’t enough to satisfy her. She greedily kissed on your glans and gobbled your dick up inch by inch, only stopping whenever she had taken everything inside her humid mouth. Though her mouth was full of cock, that didn’t stop her from groaning messily.

The feeling of your entire member being stimulated so suddenly… it was unbelievable. There was so much to process! The humidity was off the charts! How she was able to withstand your dick resting on her tongue while bashing against the back of her throat was beyond your comprehension, but you were impressed.

…and very unstable.

In order to bring some degree of stability back, you held onto her head. This granted some resemblance of balance, but it wasn’t enough. You needed something for both of your hands to latch on, like a pair of handlebars.

…oh.

No, that would be a little too rough for her, wouldn’t it…?

But then again, this was the girl with an entire cock wedged down her throat.

It was difficult to think further on the matter when Hild started, treating you to a pleasure so heavenly that it numbed your senses and ruined your balance again.

Until something unexpected happened.

Hilda ejected your cock without warning, licking her lips clean as she giggled endlessly. “Mmm… your cock tastes really good, but I think that’s enough work for me, don’t you think? It’s time for my massage!”

Huh?!

She had only just started!

Was this a joke? This was preposterous. There was no way she believed this was enough! There was just…

…no, this was no joke. This was exactly the kind of thing Hilda would do.

She absolutely thought ten seconds of sucking would be enough to even the playing field! What about the hours you spent worshiping her back, shoulders, and breasts? The least she could do was return the favor, especially after promising to get rid of your stress!

This was fine.

If she wasn’t going to put in the work, then you just had to teach her a lesson.

Balance wasn’t going to be a problem either this time; you had something, or rather, two things, to hold.

Letting nothing but instinct guide you, you grabbed a twintail with each hand and forced your cock back into her mouth, the sudden motion catching her off guard and making her eyes widen in shock.

The expression was unbelievably gratifying to witness, and encouraged you to further let instinct take over, especially upon feeling the heat of her mouth once more. Eager to experience the sensations she had teased you with once again, you tugged her on her twintails and started to thrust mercilessly, using both motions in conjunction to overwhelm her mouth with overpowering speed.

Deep down, you knew you were probably going a little too far and being a little too rough, but it was hard to latch onto such thoughts when she was also moaning so messily! It wasn’t like Hilda was a fragile maiden. She could easily force herself away if this wasn’t something she liked.

But she wasn’t, and that was hot!

You had made the right decision. Treating her like this was the right thing to do! Maybe Hilda had a point-- making her do all the work wouldn’t be right!  She had agreed to the Winter Festival job under the condition that you give her daily massages, so to have her give you one… no, that just wouldn’t do! It was your job to massage her throat, and the best way to do that was to frantically fuck it.

Hilda actually did attempt to suck back as much as she could, but she soon realized that it was a fruitless task. She couldn’t keep up at all. She ultimately rested her hands on your thighs for the sake of stability, giving in to your overwhelming pressure.

She had come twice already thanks to your efforts. It was about time you evened those numbers, and you had a feeling you’d be adding to your tally in no time at all.

As you fucked her mouth without remorse, you found yourself increasingly drawn to how amazing this mess of a blowjob looked. Not only was it satisfying to see her squinted eyes as you ravaged her throat, but it was amazing to see the constant jiggling of her tits too!

…perhaps it was time to put those to good use, actually.

Hilda wasn’t anticipating you to suddenly eject your shaft, but she appreciated the opportunity to breathe. Countless strings of saliva still connected her lips to your mouth, and she seemed apprehensive about breaking those bonds.

“Stand up,” you ordered her, and she did so without question.

Hilda’s height wasn’t something you particularly cared for… until now.

For someone so well-endowed when it came to her chest, genetics hadn’t been as kind to her height-- she was surprisingly short!

But that was a good thing, for it meant your cock aligned up well with her breasts. All you had to do was slightly bend to make contact. Hilda understood what you desired and immediately pushed her breasts together, more than willing to serve you even as recuperated from the brutal throat-fucking.

You were very glad you had opted for this change of pace. Not only was her cleavage hot and sweaty, but because you were well-lubricated, it was easy to start sliding your cock between her tits.

“Ah… I… wasn’t expecting… you to get… so rough…” she spoke incredibly unstably as you wildly started pounding her chest. The constant breathing she had to do between words was hot to hear. “But… I'm not complaining.”

“Of course you aren’t,” you told her. “Teasing like that would get anyone riled up. You knew that, didn’t you?”

“Heh… maybe!” she giggled. “It’s easier if you do the work, you know, and maybe more pleasurable too~”

You had a suspicion that she had done this just to reduce the workload on her part, but even so, you didn’t particularly care. This was a rare scenario where you actually didn’t want her to contribute, after all.

All Hilda had to do now was keep her breasts pushed together and let you wildly fuck them, and that’s exactly what she did. She gazed up at you with an enormous smirk, one that you considered wiping by ramming your cock down her throat again, but the constant drooling on her end reduced the effectiveness of her cheeky expression.

“Hey…” she whispered. “You’re… going to… ah… cum soon… right?”

The abundance of lust on her face wasn’t helping her maintain the smugness either. It was beautiful! The only thing that could make it look better would be ropes of semen covering it. That was what she was subtly asking for, wasn’t it?

Luckily for her, that moment wasn’t far off. The warmth and squishiness of her breasts was just too much, so when you felt your climax starting to rise, you pulled out of her comforting bosom. Hilda responded immediately and fell to her knees, letting your cock slap against her face as she stuck out her tongue, granting you something to jerk off against.

The devotion on her end, paired with the wet warmth of her tongue, was more than enough to finally bring you over the edge. Within moments, you were cumming inside her mouth and all over it too. Hilda accepted her reward with a giggly groan, keeping her mouth open so it could accept as much delicious cum as possible. She wasn’t fussy about any that missed the mark, and neither were you; it was immensely satisfying on both ends to see cum slide down her face and drip down onto her breasts.

Perhaps it was a good thing you hadn’t had a chance to get off last night. Otherwise, you wouldn’t have come so much, and never had the opportunity to see Hilda stained with your seed. She was completely covered in your cum! Her face was flooded with it, and there was much all around her breasts as well. It was a sight you’d never forget.

“You came… so much!” Hilda couldn’t see how much was on her, but she could certainly feel it. “Mmm… I don’t think I want to clean myself up... and it’s not because I’m too lazy to do it, hehe…”

This girl liked to say some fascinatingly outrageous things, it seemed.

“Just make sure you clean yourself up before work tomorrow,” you joked.

“Heh, maybe~” she giggled in return as a little bit of cum escaped her mouth and dripped down her chin… “Now, is it too late to ask for the usual massage?”

“A quick one is fine,” you didn’t mind the request, especially as it would allow you to calm down a little and relax.

Did you calm down a little and relax? Absolutely not.

The thought that this girl was still covered in your cum was maddening.

The typical post-climax hiatus couldn’t keep you restrained forever. Before even an hour had passed, you were back to bashing against the back of her throat with your cock, and not long after that, you were showering her with a second load.

When you finally returned home, you realized it was even later than the night before.

This time, however, you fell asleep very quickly. You were drained, in more ways than one!

There were three days left of the Winter Festival, which meant three more promised massage sessions.

You doubted the massages would be traditional ones, however.

___

Day 5:

“Fuck me… fuck meee… fuckmefuckmefuckme!!!”

Hilda decided to cut right to the chase.

As soon as her shift concluded, she dragged you back to her room, stripped off her entire outfit without shame, and begged you to fuck her silly.

After how insane yesterday had been, this was the natural progression. The only reason things hadn't reached this point last night was because there just wasn't enough time.

You were honestly grateful for the gap between sessions; Hilda wouldn't be displaying this borderline feral level of arousal otherwise! She had been thinking about you and your cock all day, that much was certain.

Things had ramped up so dramatically quickly, and while that was bizarre, it wasn’t quite as bizarre as how boiling hot Hilda’s pussy was. She was currently laid down on her back as you took her, and you had wasted no time in accelerating extraordinarily quickly-- it was the only way to combat the compactness!

The only remnants of her attire were the cute festival hat and her pink stockings. Nothing else needed to be on. Because of how roughly you were pounding her, her breasts were flying wildly, but you put a stop to their jiggling when you used them as something to hold onto as you fucked her.

“Your cock… feels so gooooood!” Hilda screamed in delight. It was easy to forget she was a noble with the lack of dignity she had. “Don’t stop… fucking me…!”

You had no plans to stop-- not until you had conquered her pussy and made it accept the savage bashing you were giving it. Only then could you consider this massage a sufficient one, and this was certainly your favorite type of those! Your cock was rubbing against her sensitive walls, and they were squeezing you in return. Though her pussy had been awfully stubborn about accepting your dick, it was beginning to accept your length, allowing you to ramp up the number of times you poked her cervix.

“I wonder, Hilda,” you decided to tease her, for the only thing you liked more than her drooling expression was an adorably frustrated one! “How hard do you think you’ve worked today?”

“Ah… fuck.. r-really… really hard… I’ve done… my best…!” she screamed her response.

“Really, now?” you sounded intrigued. “In that case… maybe I should reward you for your good behavior.”

“R-Reward me…?” she sounded a little puzzled, but it was hard to make it out in between all the moaning.

“You’ve been a good girl, Hilda,” you continued. “Maybe I should reward you… by cumming inside…”

Hilda shivered-- in more ways than one. You saw her body shudder; you heard her exhale shakily, and you felt her insides cramp up…

“Y-Yes… please… please… cum inside me… pleeeeaaaseeee…!”

To hear her say such scandalous things… you were never going to get used to it! Hilda could be so honest about her feelings while on the brink of a climax!

You decided to be cheeky and take advantage of that. “And after that, I can fill up your ass too.”

“Y-Yes…! That sounds… amazing…!” she agreed without hesitation, making you grin.“ I want you to f-fill up… a-all my holes…! I love your cock… so much…!!”

Especially honest, it seemed!

The thought of cumming inside her… it was as hot to you as it was to her.

But there were still two more days of the festival to go. If you were to give her the ultimate reward right now, she’d surely lose motivation to continuously do her best! That would not do!

You had to act swiftly-- her walls were rubbing you so frantically, and though slowing down would lighten the pressure, you had no desire to do so. She was close to receiving the grand prize… and you were half-tempted to give it to her.

“Hilda… ahh… I’m going to cum!” you warned her.

Her answer was predictable. “Inssshiiiideeee me!!”

The mere thought of you cumming inside her was enough to drive her over the edge, causing her pussy to tighten up even more. It almost locked your cock in place, and despite her pussy desperately wanting to be flooded with cum, you resisted not only it but your own temptations, pulling out and letting your seed out over her stomach and tits instead.

“H-Hey… why… ah… are… fuck…” Hilda noticed what was happening and tried to protest, but it was difficult to do so while in the midst of a mind-numbing orgasm.

“Sorry, Hilda,” you apologized. “But I’m not going to cum inside you-- not yet, at least. Make it to the last day, and I’ll happily fill up your womb, okay?”

“You… ah… that’s… so cruel…” she mumbled in protest, experiencing a strange combination of pleasure and displeasure thanks to your actions. “Getting… my hopes up… then not… ah…”

Hilda was now in a very stroppy mood, one that would probably persist for a while… but the promise of being filled up would motivate her.

In hindsight, an alternate strategy would have been to cum inside her anyway, and promise her even more creampies if she kept up the good work, but she’d likely deduce that you would fill her up regardless of her work effort. Now that you had demonstrated restraint, she knew she had to work hard to earn her prize.

“Good night, Hilda.” you waved goodbye.

“Good night… meanie…” she was still pouty, but she didn’t sound too upset; you had still given her an immensely rough fucking… and you hadn’t even gotten around to using those twintails of hers.

___

Day 6:

This was a challenging day so far.

Hilda wanted to be creampied and had made preparations to assure her victory through some crafty means. She didn’t want to wait another day at all!

She had insisted you fucked her silly, and you had complied without question… but made sure to switch to foreplay whenever you felt that mind-numbing feeling start to rise. It was tough, but you had managed so far.

Your lover was sick of the teasing.

“I want to ride you,” she suggested. It was a simple enough demand, though you knew why she wanted to do it-- you would not be able to pull out if all her weight (even if it was admittedly quite light) was on you. At best, it would be difficult… which vastly increased her odds of success.

Unfortunately, you had made preparations of your own.

“I have a better idea,” you suggested in turn, showing her a small bottle of liquid you had brought to the session.

“...what’s that?” she inquired, not able to deduce why you had brought along some liquid. “Is it lube? I don’t think we need that.”

“Not for your pussy,” you corrected.

Hilda’s eyes widened in such a fascinating combination of terror… and curiosity.

“No way… you don’t mean…?”

“Every day, I’ve given you a new kind of massage,” you justified yourself. “I think it’s fair your ass receives a good one too, don’t you agree?”

Hilda didn’t protest, for she couldn’t deny her curiosity on the matter. You knew she’d come around to the idea thanks to accidentally screaming about said curiosity the night before

“...well, uhm… I… ah…”

“You were so honest last night,” you reminded her.

“And I see you’re still feeling cruel…” she pouted, sounding strangely convincing in her saddened tone. Maybe you were going a little too far… “But… since you brought preparations, and seem so insistent… then okay! I’ll let you!”

Nevermind.

Hilda crawled onto all fours, showing off her bubbly butt. You hadn’t had a chance to appreciate its beauty yet, but that was about to change.

Anal sex wasn’t something that could be rushed, though she reacted well to her butt being opened up by your finger. You had dabbed some of the lube on it already, knowing it would help speed up the process and increase the odds of the experience being a pleasurable one. Hilda showed no signs of discomfort; if anything, the light hums she was letting out suggested otherwise!

That was a good sign that she liked being massaged this way, but you knew a mere finger would not be enough to satisfy her! After taking some time to finger her ass, simultaneously preparing it and making sure she was ready, you prepared yourself for the next step. You covered your cock in lube as well and pushed forward.

Unfortunately, it was difficult to penetrate something not meant to be fucked… but you weren’t going to give up just yet! Besides, it was cute hearing Hilda’s apprehensive exhales.

After some attempts (and deciding to be a little forceful), you finally started feeling a hot pressure, and when Hilda groaned, you knew for certain you had found your mark. You watched as the tip of your cock sunk into her snug ass, mystified by how sexy it looked to see your dick swallowed up by her ass.

You made sure to take your time, listening to Hilda for anything that could signify pain; as much as you enjoyed teasing it, that didn’t mean you stopped caring about her well-being.

“I’m okay…” she muttered, sounding a little overwhelmed, but still stable enough. Oddly enough, she started to giggle. “I play with my butt a lot, you know. It feels good… and so does this…”

Of course. You were a fool to underestimate Hilda.

Convinced all would be well, you started to push in deeper and at a slightly faster pace, and you were impressed to hear how wonderful her hums sounded! It allowed you to focus on how absurdly tighter her ass was compared to her pussy, and how surprisingly hot it was too! The pressure was almost painful in a way, but it still felt good.

In the end, you successfully bottomed out inside her.

Hilda had taken your cock inside her ass without a single complaint.

“Heh,” she scoffed. “Maybe you’re not that cruel! You were caring a lot about my safety then. That’s so cute!”

So she wanted to tease, was that it?

Two could play at that game, especially when this position offered very easy access to those twintail handlebars of hers!

Hilda’s breathing worsened when you yanked on them and simultaneously started to pull out, but the giggliness of her hums all but confirmed she wanted you to do this. She had purposefully riled you up again! Punishing her was what she wanted, but alas, there wasn’t a whole lot else you could do; you wanted to pound this ass so, so badly!

And so you did.

You slammed your hips forward, filling up her ass once again and causing her to moan extravagantly. Using her twintails to control her body, you started to fuck her bubbly butt. Your pace was slow at first, but that was only because of how much her ass was trying to eject your cock, but it was a battle it was losing. With each thrust, her ass loosened up, making it far easier to quicken the pounding.

“Fuck…” Hilda cried out. “This feels… way better than I thought… ah… it would…”

You had to agree with her on that one. In fact, you wouldn’t be surprised to learn she had anticipated you wanted to do this and had made some preparations of her own beforehand. This was far easier than you believed it would be!

And you absolutely took advantage of that. Hilda’s butt jiggled with each merciless thrust, and you knew that if you kept up this pace, you’d be cumming in no time. To further enhance her pleasure, you made sure to periodically spank her ass; with how much it liked to wobble, it was begging to be bruised up a little.

“Holy fuck… don’t stoppp… fuck me… fuck my ass…!”

The demands were hot to hear, but she was talking far too much! Thus, you opted for a slight shift in position for the last part. Pinching the back of Hilda’s neck ruined her balance and caused her body to stumble, but you kept her ass by quickly holding onto her hips. With her ass now raised and her head pushed into the pillow, you climbed on top of her and resumed pounding her ass, holding her down by the back of her neck. This way, the only thing you could now hear was her muffled moaning and the sloppy sounds of her ass being fucked.

“Hilda, I’m going to cum inside your ass,” you told her, causing her to groan. The muffling made it difficult to determine if it was a moan of approval. Therefore, you made sure to keep her spirits high. “You’ve been such a good girl. Tomorrow, I’m going to cum inside your pussy too. You said you wanted all your holes filled up, yes?”

Hilda let out yet another muffled moan, but her response didn’t matter-- not when the compactness of her ass was finally bringing you over the edge. As that wonderful moment finally came, you pushed deep inside her anus, painting it white with your seed. You stayed put for some time, wanting to make sure every last drop was let out deep inside her. When you finally pulled out, Hilda collapsed… in just a way that prevented the leaking cum from her anus from slipping down into her pussy.

But that was okay. It wouldn’t have to wait much longer now for the same treatment!

“...you okay there, Hilda?” you were a tad worried for her safety. She was quivering, and still drooling over her pillow. Had she lost consciousness? It was tough to say.

“Mmm… I’m fine… just sleepy…” she answered adorably.

You glanced at her ass, observing just how much cum was leaking out of it.

Maybe you had gotten a little carried away…

“Well then… good night, Hilda,” you prepared to leave, and all she did to acknowledge your departure was mumble something incomprehensibly.

The only reason you were eager to leave was because you knew that if you stayed, you wouldn’t be able to resist the urge for another round… and considering you were meant to be asleep by now… that just wouldn’t do!

At least there would be no need to fear a time limit tomorrow; the festival would have reached its conclusion… meaning that the night belonged to you and her.

What a joyous night it would be.

___

Day 7:

It was the dawn of the final day… and there was a problem.

Hilda did not turn up to work.

You were disappointed, but more so bewildered! You thought you had finally solved the Hilda problem for good!

Thus, you decided to investigate. Surely, there had to be a reason! Against all odds, Hilda had overcome her typical lazy behavior for almost an entire week of festivities.

So what was the problem?!

When you entered her room, she was in bed, barely able to stay awake.

You weren’t sure how to feel about the matter. One one hand, you were proud she had come this far, but to be unable to commit to the final day? It was unfortunate! She was this close!

All attempts to get her up had failed. Therefore, you were not feeling a little desperate.

“...c’mon, Hilda…” you tried to urge her, shaking her body lightly, hoping it would prevent her from falling back asleep.

“I can’t…” she mumbled into her pillow, not even willing to turn to face you.

For once, you weren’t sure if she was being lazy. She sounded sleepy, but genuinely agitated too, so you decided not to immediately start scolding her.

“It’s the last day of the festival, Hilda,” you reminded her. “If you can’t work, I can’t give you what I promised.”

“Oh, I know, and that’s okay!” she seemingly didn’t sound fussed at all. “I’ve accepted my fate.”

Which was baffling.

“...are you ill?” you were genuinely concerned by this point. There was no way she’d turn down what you had promised her unless she was sick, surely?!

Hilda groaned in frustration for some time, finally turning around and looking at you, though her adorably messy hair hid quite a bit of her expression. Having to move it aside was making her even more annoyed, but it was difficult to take her seriously since seeing such colorful emotions from her was nothing but adorable in your mind.

“It’s your fault!” she complained. “I can’t work today because you fucked my pussy and ass way too hard last night!”

Ah.

“My body aches!” she continued. “I feel like I can barely move!”

…oops.

It was strange experiencing pride and disappointment simultaneously-- in both yourself and Hilda. What a turbulent problem this was.

…with quite a turbulent solution, too.

“It looks like I need to give you a massage then,” you chuckled… but you were deadly serious. Rejuvenating Hilda’s aching body was your specialty at this point!

Your favorite lazybones didn’t protest when you started giving her a massage-- a traditional massage. She hummed in pleasure as you worked on her shoulders and back… and soon transitioned from using your hands to using your lips. There was no way she was going to fall back asleep now.

“...ah.. that’s… that’s it…” she voiced her approval, and you used those glittering sounds you adored so much as further motivations for your efforts.

Once you were satisfied you had taken care of her back, you gently moved her so you could focus on the front. Her neck and collarbone were treated to the most intoxicating of kisses, and although her voice had sounded a little weakened up to this point, her moans were not.

“...mmm… I think… I’ll feel better… if you… ah… um…” she stated, but found herself unable to continue. When she beckoned you closer, she breathed hot air into your ear, making you shiver… and that feeling was magnified tenfold after what she had to say next. “...if you have sex with me… and cum inside…”

…this was all a ruse, wasn’t it?

Hilda orchestrated an elaborate plot-- all to make you fill up her womb!

And this time, you had fallen for it.

…and yet, the aching was not faked. You could feel how tense she was during the massaging.

Hilda had just taken advantage of her current predicament, and for that, you had to give her credit. This was partly your fault for going a little too wild last night, and because of that, you decided to grant her cheeky request.

“You’re a naughty girl, Hilda,” you told her.

“Your naughty girl,” she corrected. “And naughty girls should be bred into submission, don’t you think?”

For someone who had expressed so much bashfulness when initiating lewd things mere days ago… this was extraordinary to hear.

…and eradicated any lingering restraint you had left.

“Yes, I agree,” you responded, wasting no time in returning your cock to its rightful home-- her warm and snug pussy.

“Mmm… I love it… your big cock…” Hilda purred, smiling at you. Though her expression was filled with the typical lust, there was also something else there too-- love. “Please… fuck me…”

Such a demanding tone could not be faked. Hilda had been mischievous in getting you to this stage, but she genuinely wanted this more than anything in the entire world, and she wanted you to be the one to give it to her!

You made love to Hilda, granting her the final cure to her sore body. Though you wasted no time in accelerating dramatically, you withheld your true speed for a singular reason.

Her body had been showered with kisses all over… but there was one special place you hadn’t kissed yet-- her lips.

What was typically the first stage of contact for many was the last for you and her, a testament to how eccentric this relationship had become. Nevertheless, Hilda accepted your embrace without hesitation, kissing back passionately as you had sex at a gradual but fulfilling rate.

“Kiss me again,” she demanded.

So you did.

“...mmm… again…” she begged.

So you did.

“A-Again…”

So you did.

Hilda’s greed was tough to satiate, but you were eager to rise up to the challenge. The kisses quickly intensified and tongues came into play, but it was a clash that was easy for you to win. As demanding as she was, she was completely at your mercy, and that’s how she liked it too.

The smooching only concluded when she ran out of breath.

You stared at her red-stained face as she panted. Never had she looked so beautiful! Seeing her covered in your cum was unbelievably sexy, sure, but it had masked the little details… like how slightly slanted her eyes were, how volatile her breathing was, how she had a tendency to drool, and how…

You were obsessed with her beauty… especially when you knew you were responsible for her present state.

“Hey… you know… you haven’t given me a Winter Festival gift yet…” she randomly brought up.

“...and you haven’t given me one either,” you played along with a counterpoint.

“Oh, that’s true! Well, hmm!” she giggled. “How about… my gift to you is permission to fill up this hard-working maiden with your delicious cream~”

“Then my gift to you is the same,” you were adoring this little banter. “We’re equal then. Deal?”

“Mmm… deal!”

Hilda wanted your reassurance that you would cum inside her. That was cute!

Now you wanted to cum inside her more than ever!

Therefore, you quickened the speed of your thrusts, wiping off her newly-formed smug grin with haste and replacing it with an open mouth that just couldn’t stop humming!

Hilda’s insides were starting to increase in heat and wetness, making it easier-- and significantly more pleasurable to fuck. The slamming sounds of her pussy being pounded were the only thing close to overtaking her moans, but alas, they could not be defeated. Hilda just couldn’t stop! She knew you liked it… and knew she couldn’t prevent it either.

“Please… please… I want it… your cum… I want you… to breed me…!”

You needed no further motivation… but to hear such words was making you feel all dizzy in the best of ways! You desired nothing more than to reach the peak of pleasure alongside her, and to do that, you had to go above and beyond! You slammed your hips forward with all your might, constantly brushing your cock up against the entrance to her womb. Her pussy had completely succumbed to your pressure and momentum.

“Fuck… fuck… I’m cumming! I’m cummmiiinnnggg!!!”

You experienced Hilda’s orgasm before she could even finish her speech. Her walls contracted suddenly and swiftly, sealing your cock inside her. It was not going to let you leave until it had been filled up with cum. Her pussy didn’t want a repeat of the many times before!

“Fuck… I’m gonna…” you felt your climax approach just as suddenly and swiftly.

“Insideee… innnshiiideeee!! Knock me up…!”

It was those heavenly words that brought you over the edge. You finally came inside Hilda, letting her womb taste your cum for the first time… and without a doubt, it wouldn’t be the last time either. The pressure of her pussy milked you dry, extending your orgasm for several more seconds, but that was more than enough to let out several more ropes.

When the simultaneous orgasms came to an end, you collapsed onto top of your lover.

The next several moments were a blur, but you eventually found yourself in the comfort of her embrace.

“...thank you,” she whispered. “For everything.”

“It was my pleasure,” you hummed.

You felt sublime. You had always left quickly after before, but that had to change! It felt amazing to rest against such a soft and cuddly body after such an amazing orgasm…

You felt amazing…

You could fall asleep like this…

“...wait,” your eyes widened. “We have work!”

With great difficulty, you forced yourself off the bed and hastily started putting your clothes back on.

“...W-wait! Let’s take today off!” Hilda suggested. “We’ve both worked really hard, you know? I think we both deserve a break.”

“Absolutely not!”

You adored this girl, but she wasn’t going to be let off the hook that easily.

“It’s time to get up, Hilda. You’re late for work!”

“Nooooo!!!”