(Biweekly Poll Winner) Opening a Closed Door (Thrasir/Kiran from Fire Emblem)

(This story is a sort-of sequel to "Behind Closed Doors", a previous Veronica story I've written. Reading it in advance isn't necessary, but may make this story better.)

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The Day of Devotion was a celebration dedicated to sharing one's gratitude and love towards the people they cared about.

Once, Thrasir celebrated these times as they were intended to be celebrated.

But now, there was little joy to be found, even as she found herself attending once more. She was here to fulfill a single objective, and she would complete her task even though the festivities were constantly mocking her; it was all such a cruel reminder of all the horrible things she had endured.

She had lost everyone. Her family. Her friends. Even the one she had feelings for.

All that remained was Lif. He was a close friend, and his company was appreciated, especially when the alternative was a life of loneliness; the thought of that made her want to vomit.

But circumstances had changed, and those she had loved had come back.

But not really.

This was an alternate Zenith. An alternate Askr.

All these familiar faces were not the same individuals she knew. For a time, this restrained her from interaction; she could not get the idea of these people being fakes out of her mind. She wasn't wrong to think that way, as from her perspective, they were.

But ultimately, she decided it was still better than the solitude; therefore, she sought out the only people who would be able to understand her.

Her alternate self… and her alternate self’s boyfriend.

It was because of the latter that Thrasir was even here in the first place; to learn that the other version of her who had not suffered the same tragedies she had… had actually gotten together with him… it was all so mind-boggling.

She wanted to know more. A lot more.

Initially, she believed doing so would be a troubling task; Veronica being a princess of Embla, Askr's enemy, would make communication hard even if she was somehow dating Askr’s summoner.

But the couple had discovered a way for Veronica to visit Askr without any disruption. It was quite a shock to see them attending the festival without anyone caring about Veronica’s presence. She was very intrigued!

It made her job of tracking them down and pulling them to one side easier, at least.

"Firstly, I wish to inquire about your appearance," Thrasir started the conversation. She could already make some educated guesses about the answer, so she hoped introducing the topic would allow some interesting revelations to be shared that she hadn’t thought of.

"What do you mean?" her other self inquired. "This is a celebratory attire."

Veronica was indeed dressed for the festival, but that wasn’t what Thrasir was curious about.

"I know that," Thrasir answered, taking a sip from her tea. A good conversation wouldn't be able to take place unless they had the right beverages to consume. Veronica had only agreed to this meeting if Thrasir was the one to supply the drinks too. "I'm talking about your hair. What's with the ponytail?"

"You should know why, and you should also know that you're not the only one to go by a fake name while in Askr," Veronica, or rather "Victoria" responded. "Unless our timelines have deviated that dramatically."

Veronica was going by a completely different name while in Askr-- Victoria.

Thrasir thought it was highly amusing, but the obviousness of it all wasn’t what amused her-- it was the fact that nobody had somehow caught on!

"They have," Thrasir pointed out, reminding her other self of a crucial fact. "You defeated Hel. We didn't."

Her counterpart took a long sip of her tea, using the time to gather her thoughts. An older version of herself was wild enough of a concept to make her forget that just because they were the same didn't mean their histories were even remotely similar.

Because of Hel’s defeat and the subsequent friction between Askr and Embla, fate deemed it appropriate for the princess and her special someone to get together. Thrasir was never granted that opportunity.

That special someone was… you.

You were present at this little get-together as well, though you were remaining silent as you drank your tea. You were content with observing and listening, for you were quite interested in hearing why Thrasir suddenly wanted to converse with Veronica, and why she had requested your presence as well.

It wasn’t too shocking that Thrasir was the first to figure out Victoria’s true identity, nor was it worrying. Thrasir was also Veronica, after all.

Veronica, disguised as a girl named Victoria who was allegedly your protégée, had been somewhat living in Askr for about a month now. However, since she was a princess, some quick trips back to Embla were a necessity to continue avoiding any suspicions. You didn't mind the moments she had to leave, for whenever she did come back, the subsequent night was always an amazing one; the honeymoon period of sorts had yet to show signs of dispersing-- the two of you couldn't keep your hands off each other!

"Right then," Veronica eventually continued the conversation. "I’m sure you didn’t invite us for tea just to inquire about that. What do you truly need from us?"

Thrasir looked agitated like she was dreading that question. You found the observation fascinating. It was rare to see Veronica look unhinged, let alone Thrasir.

The Day of Devotion was a time for all, even old enemies, apparently. You thought for sure Thrasir and Lif had seen their ends, but considering they had affinity over death, their sudden re-emergence wasn't incredibly surprising in hindsight. This was also Askr-- a realm of daily strange occurrences. Since Hel was no more, the Order saw no need to capture or interrogate them upon learning they still lived, especially when they weren't being hostile; they were simply travelers at this point.

Because of their unique status, it was difficult to figure out what Thrasir specifically needed from Veronica.

Eventually, the woman sighed. She looked a little better, as if she had gathered her thoughts and confidence. It was rare to see Veronica-- any Veronica, displaying nerves.

"I have a simple request," Thrasir started, taking another breather while she paused. "I want to borrow your man for a single night."

…huh?

"...come again?" Veronica was initially, and understandably, shocked by the notion. Moments later, that surprise morphed into confusion, and then anger. “Correct me if I am wrong, but did you just ask if you can borrow my man?”

"You heard correctly," Thrasir was honest, trying her best to maintain a degree of stability. An alternate version of your lover meant she shared very similar expressions and vocal tones, so you knew how she was feeling.

You couldn’t blame Veronica for wanting clarification on whether or not her ears were working-- you were equally flabbergasted and desired some sort of explanation.

Thrasir, the future Veronica devoid of almost all emotion, was shyly asking if she could borrow you for a night?

"That's preposterous," Veronica sneered. "I have nothing to gain from such an agreement."

"Are you certain?" Thrasir inquired.

"Absolutely!"

"As contrasting as our futures are, I highly doubt that wants and needs have differed as greatly. Do you agree?" Thrasir continued to be vague.

Veronica scowled, not enjoying the constant questions. It was adorable as ever to see her looking so unhinged-- it was a good distraction from attempting to process what the heck this conversation was about.  "What's that supposed to mean?"

"You know what I’m referring to."

Was Thrasir deliberately trying to annoy Veronica? That seemed counteractive to her goal, but observing two identical yet different individuals chatting was not exactly common, so maybe this was how such individuals conversed?

There was also the factor that Thrasir knew Veronica's deepest darkest secrets that had to be considered. Perhaps the future princess was trying to be subtle in a way that would prompt the present princess to remember something while leaving you in the dark? The possibilities were endless.

"Very well then, but you're not going to do this alone."

...huh?

...did Veronica just agree?

The ridiculousness of Thrasir's suggestion still hadn’t processed in your mind at all, but that was mostly due to it being a request Veronica would never agree to. There was simply no point in entertaining what obviously wouldn’t happen.

…and yet, Veronica had agreed! You were already confused. Now? Massively so.

"Hold on a second," you spoke out, wanting to add your input. "Do I get a say in this?"

"Well, do you not want it?" Veronica queried.

"I didn't say that."

"Good," Veronica was pleased with your response, flashing you a smile. "Then we're all on the same page. Shall we be off to your room?"

This felt like a joke.

There was no way Veronica had just agreed to a threesome-- and with seemingly little convincing! It was especially shocking since it would be with another woman-- one who would steal away attention from the man she loved to cling to during intimacy.

"C'mon, what are you waiting for?" she called out to you again. While being swarmed by thoughts of confusion, you hadn't noticed the two stand up and prepare to leave.

Thus, you got up as well, still in disbelief that what was about to happen was well… actually going to happen! Were you lucky, or were you secretly being deceived?! You had little idea… but excitement was beginning to brew nevertheless.

You tried your best to remain stable, not wanting to let your mind go off the rails too much, but such thoughts were inevitable.

Thrasir's appearance was… unique, to say the least, but that was absolutely not a bad thing! You were quite curious to find out how she worked. Though she was wearing her own special outfit that fit the celebratory period, you couldn’t forget that whenever she wore her normal outfit, you could literally see parts of her skeleton!

...how does one even fuck that?!

It was also plausible some fanciful magic was the cause and that there it was all an illusion of sorts, intended to make the individual look more menacing. Thrasir wanting to do this at all did imply sex was possible.

You just couldn’t wrap your head around it though!

All these questions were hurting your mind, but at least occupying your thoughts with them passed the time as you followed the duo to your room.

Besides, there was no need to worry-- you were about to find out anyway!

Maybe?!

You really didn’t know what was about to happen.

“Veronica…” you called out to her, hoping she’d share some of her thoughts and amend your fragile ones. “Why did you agree to this? I’m very confused.”

“I’m curious,” she answered. “How does one fuck that body?”

…that was a surprisingly reasonable answer that aligned well with your curiosities too, but was that really all that was needed to convince her?

You sighed.

“Veronica forgot to mention that she’s interested in having a threesome,” Thrasir butted in. “And what better person to invite that yourself? She knows I can be trusted.”

“Excuse me,” Veronica was not pleased. “Do you want me to change my mind?”

“Of course not, but you won’t.”

“It terrifies me that you know exactly what I’m thinking.”

“If it makes you feel any better, the feeling is mutual.”

This was confusing and ridiculous by this point.

But you weren’t going to question it anymore. You were going to benefit, so it was best to just to… embrace it.

The uniqueness of Thrasir’s body was completely covered up by the festival attire she was wearing, but the majority of it was easy enough to discard.

Her usual armor hid most of her skeleton, but now you could see it in its entirety, albeit still imprisoned within that red substance. What exactly her body was made of was yet another unknown, but your focus was briefly diverted by the reveal of her breasts-- or rather, what was supposed to be them.

The shape of them was there and they were fairly large, and the way they sagged ever so slightly gave you the impression they would probably feel the same too. However, you couldn’t see any nipples at all… which was an oddity to say the least.

“...okay, I need to ask this,” you ignored your own advice. “How will this even work? What do I even penetrate?”

“Theoretically, any place you like,” Thrasir answered. It was not a useful answer. “But the usual spot will do just fine, and it’ll result in the best pleasure.”

“How does-”

“You are asking too many questions,” she hushed you, tapping her finger on your lips. “Lay down, and I’ll show you everything.”

This was so bizarre, but your curiosity had never been higher.

Veronica was quite intrigued too; she took a seat at the end of the bed, watching as you did as you were told and laid down.

Thrasir did the honors of pulling out your cock, but not before removing her glove, revealing her hand was shrouded in that red substance as well, and of course, you could see the skeleton within.

The strangeness of this all had left you in a semi-hard state; you were turned on, but couldn’t quite ignore how much this differed from the norm.

Feeling Thrasir’s hand curl around your dick, however, did a wonderful job at dispersing most of those annoying thoughts.

Her hand was cold and notably squishy, but both feelings were more than welcome against your warm-blooded member. The contrast was divine.

“You have no idea how long I have fantasized about this,” she spoke quietly, as if she didn’t want her counterpart to hear her. “I’ve wanted you for so long, but you died, you know.”

“...uh, sorry?” you weren’t sure what to say. If she wasn’t in the midst of jerking you off, that would admittedly be quite the mood killer.

“There is no need to apologize,” she strangely giggled. It was a chuckle you were more than familiar with. Despite seemingly being colder and more secluded than her younger self, she was very much Veronica. Only Veronica would display such an incredible level of arousal so suddenly. “You will be forgiven once your cock is inside me.”

“Then what are you waiting for, me?” Veronica interjected suddenly, having snuck behind her counterpart. “I’ve fucked this cock countless times, you know. It feels heavenly. You… well, you haven’t yet, have you? That’s quite sad. But don’t fret, you’ll get to taste the tranquility I experience daily… but only once. So savor it, okay? You won’t get another opportunity once my curiosity has been fulfilled.”

At first, you thought Veronica was being unnecessarily cruel, but when Thrasir ended up grinning, you realized there was no point in worrying. It was sometimes easy to forget these two were the same being with how different they looked!

“We’ll see about that,” Thrasir fought back. “Once your precious summoner starts becoming addicted to my body, I will be receiving a lot of special visits, especially when you have to return to Embla; I will be there to aid with their inevitable loneliness while you deal with the politics. I hope you have fun with that.”

Why was this turning into a competition?

Granted, they were seemingly enjoying it, but it would be very easy for one to go too far and say something uncalled for.

Veronica was not affected by the counter whatsoever. If anything, she was more fueled to respond. “Go on then. Show me what you can do. If you’re lucky, you might make him cum… after… say, maybe an hour? It takes me about five minutes at worst, by the way.”

Thrasir opted not to respond, deciding to put the playful argument to rest. During this entire time, she had been jerking you off, but doing so had only increased a desire for actual sex for the both of you.

Patience was never a strong suit for Veronica, and this certainly hadn’t changed when it came to an older variant of her. Eager to finally experience the bliss she had been denied for so long, she lifted herself up a little and prepared herself. Veronica did the honors of keeping your cock skyward, desiring front-seat tickets to what was about to occur.

You watched with awe as she lowered herself, soon feeling wonderful humidity that you noticed wasn’t too different from what it felt like to be inside Veronica normally. It was admittedly a little disappointing; you were hoping for something a little different… but at the same time, it did still feel like a pussy, and those were always sublime to be inside, so you weren’t complaining too much!

What was incredible to witness was actually seeing your cock enter her body. Whatever this strange red substance was, it was allowing you to witness exactly how deep your dick was inside her at all times.

The visual treat was truly unexpected, but you weren’t complaining about the unique sight. You could even see just how much you were being squeezed by her!

Thrasir wasn’t paying much attention to you, however. She was in a world of her own, completely immobilized by the sudden ecstasy pulsing throughout her body. Whatever kind of pressure she was feeling was enough to make her hum sensually, revealing a tone you were acquainted with thanks to the other individual in the room.

That person was quite fascinated by what she was seeing too. “...wow, does it really go in… that deep?”

Veronica was right to be surprised-- Thrasir had submerged your entire cock inside her, and it was surreal to visually see how much you had penetrated, and it was a lot.

Thrasir was still locked in a state of pure serenity. You had never witnessed so much emotion leaking from her expression before-- to see that amount from even Veronica was a rarity!

You could understand why though. This Veronica was also in love with you… but fate had been cruel to her. Now, here she was, finally able to experience what it felt like to make love to her special someone. Of course she was unable to comprehend it!

Therefore, you decided to intervene. Fueled by your desire to see your cock fucking her, you started to thrust your hips. Despite being a lot larger and taller than her counterpart, she only weighed a little bit more than you were used to, so taking control was easy.

You had yet to figure out if what you were fucking was actually her pussy, but you decided it was safe to assume so lest the doubts end up being distracted. It felt just as good as one anyway, so you put all your mental energy into taking her.

Thrasir wasn’t anticipating the loss of control, but she succumbed to it happily just as you thought she would. Veronica was the kind of person who would bark a lot and attempt to be dominant, but she was very weak to cock. Your Veronica had trained enough so she could ride you with confidence… for about a minute before she succumbed. Thrasir, on the other hand, was undeniably new to this; the pleasure she was experiencing was not something she was used to, so both her body and mind were numb.

“This is so strange,” Veronica shared her own observations. “And yet… it is so hot! I can’t believe I can see it! Tell me your secrets, Thrasir!”

The woman didn’t respond nor acknowledge the demand in any way. She was lost.

Veronica grew a little frustrated at this, but she decided to back down upon seeing how much emotion was leaking from her counterpart’s expression. She was crying, but those weren’t just tears of pain. It reminded you of the time you took Veronica’s virginity;  it had hurt her a lot, but it was a sensation she quite enjoyed.

It made you wonder if Thrasir was in a similar state. It was very likely that the look of shock and awe on her face had partly to do with the pain of losing her virginity-- and the realization that she enjoyed the pain a little bit.

…assuming you were fucking her pussy. You still weren’t one-hundred percent sure!

“Ah… maybe… ah…” Thrasir murmured, having gathered enough consciousness to respond. “Maybe I’ll say… after… I feel my womb being filled…”

Veronica scoffed. “Fine, but you better!”

It was still baffling that Veronica was happy to give Thrasir so much, but you weren’t going to question her if it meant you had permission to cum inside.

Thrasir somewhat lacked the tightness that Veronica had, but more than made up for it with the extraordinary heat soaking your member. It was proof this girl had been wanting this for a long time, for she had it bad! It was effortless to constantly thrust in and out of her at a rapid pace, though the position did restrict how well you could move. Fortunately, Thrasir had just about recovered enough of her sanity to begin riding you in return, dramatically expanding the number of breathtaking bashes her cervix was receiving.

It took some time for you and her to reach a cadence, but once a rhythm was achieved, both joint pleasures were enhanced. However, it didn’t last long when a surge of inconceivable bliss ravaged Thrasir’s body. Her body quivered as she moaned heavily, experiencing what was undoubtedly an immense orgasm, and finally putting your doubts over what you were actually fucking to rest! Only a pussy could squeeze you so absurdly hard, locking your cock in place so you were forced to cum inside her. It was fortunate that Veronica wanted you to do that, and considering who Thrasir was, you knew she desired it as well even if she lacked the means to express that wish vocally.

Your own climax came shortly after hers. You couldn’t do anything to combat that amazing squeeze, nor did you want to. Veronica watched with awe as you came inside her, completely flabbergasted that she could actually see your cum spill out into Thrasir! Her insides were painted white, and both you and your lover were witnesses to such a unique sight.

Whether Veronica would let Thrasir join again for future endeavors was yet to be seen, but you were grateful for the unique opportunity nevertheless.

“...is that really how much you cum?!” Veronica chuckled, though the laughter was a little shaky. “It seems I have been underestimating how much truly lingers inside me after we make love…”

Upon seeing her gaze at you lovingly, you were suddenly very glad you were capable of going for a second round before experiencing exhaustion. She wanted a turn.

“...ah… that… gods…” Thrasir was starting to recuperate… just very slowly. She eventually lifted herself off your body, observing the semen leaking out of her. “That was truly incredible.”

Seeing your cock fully free prompted Veronica to lunge at it. She adored the taste of your cum, and she wanted to swallow as much as she could before her alternate self caught on that she’d probably like the taste too.

Unfortunately, Thrasir had a similar idea and ended up fighting her counterpart for dominance over your dick. The double clean-up blowjob was not what you were anticipating, but with how incredibly sensitive your shaft presently was, it was sublime.

The two were very competitive when it came to who got to give you the most clean-up, but in the end, they had pretty much cleared your cock of any lingering semen. Even though she hadn’t engaged in any sex (yet), Veronica was just as out of breath as her counterpart, though you waged a good reason for that was anticipation for her turn. However, a resemblance of patience still remained-- there were still questions that needed answers first.

“Right then, tell me your secret, Thrasir,” Veronica was dying to know. “How exactly does that body of yours work? Tell me everything. How can we see your skeleton? How am I able to see his cock inside you?! I must know everything!”

“You want to know the truth…?” Thrasir found amusement in the question. She seemed eager to share, but the tone suggested the answer would be unexpected. Either way, both you and Veronica were desperate to know.

“Yes, do not withhold any information, and I may yet let you borrow the summoner for a second round someday,” your lover negotiated..

You weren’t sure if the bargain was too necessary; Thrasir seemed content with revealing her secrets anyway, but the extra incentive was received positively if her warm smile had anything to say about it.

“The truth is…”