(Biweekly Poll Winner) Sponge-Brains Cannot Flirt (Marcia/Kiran from Fire Emblem Heroes))

"Aw, c'mon, handsome! Is there really no way?"

There was only one reason you hadn't grown frustrated at Marcia's insistence.

…it was because she was cute.

"I've said it already, and I'll say it again," you answered her for the umpteenth time, though you personally didn’t mind repeating yourself. If it meant talking to her a little more, then it was worth it. "I can't just summon your brother. I can't actually decide who I can summon at all."

Marcia pouted, and it was as cute as the uncountable number of times she had done it previously. It was shocking her cheeks hadn’t grown red from all the frantic muscle movement.

"Aw… crackers…" she sounded defeated, a little more than usual. Her tenacity was impressive, but even it had to have some sort of limit… right?

Her frown soon morphed into a groan of frustration, which unfortunately wasn’t an improvement. She mumbled continuously to herself for a moment, and her voice continued to amplify every time until she was close to screaming out in frustration. By some miracle, she restrained herself before she could do just that.

However, it was only because she decided to shift her strategy to something truly unexpected.

You were curious why her expression transitioned from one of unbelievable dissatisfaction to… one that was strangely smug.

“Hey…” she spoke softly, her tone far gentler than it was previously.

…what was this girl planning? Undoubtedly, she had conjured up some kind of strategy that would convince you to summon her brother, even though you had already… already told…

…

…why was she ever so slightly lifting her skirt?!

Of course, you had noticed she wore quite a short one. It was seemingly a habit of pegasus knights, apparently. More importantly, you didn’t take her as the time willing to flaunt a little… but apparently, you were wrong!

"...will you change your mind… for a peek…?" Marcia asked, smiling at you warmly. To further entice you, she turned around, letting you know what exactly you would be taking a glance at.

To show she was very serious, she ever so slightly lifted her skirt some more, revealing the boundary between thighs and butt. It was the slightest hint, but the start of that alluring curve was enough to drive your mind crazy.

Was Marcia really like this? Sure, she had a bit of a foul mouth (which honestly, you adored), but you didn’t expect her to tread admit depravity.

"...M-Marcia, I can't just…"

You were completely caught off guard!

...and you hated how you actually wanted to accept her offer, but just couldn't!

Being the Summoner of Askr was challenging work, and as fun as it could be at times, it left little time to yourself. It mattered little that every day was unique if you couldn't unwind appropriately! Marcia was offering the closest you'd get to an opportunity with a girl… but you couldn't accept!

You sighed. As tempting as it all was, you had to be honest.

...even if you had been truthful this whole time, but at least she'd get the hint for sure this time.

"Marcia…” you murmured, sighing after. ”I'm not lying to you when I say I can't summon your brother."

Marcia faced you once more, letting go of her skirt. She gave you quite the odd look, like she was shocked somebody had actually rejected the possibility of a peek.

"...wow… you really are serious, aren't you?" she sounded more saddened than embarrassed about the situation.

You nodded, making her sigh. You weren't done conversing with her, however. There were questions that had to be asked!

"...did you really have to offer a peek at your body?" you questioned, obscuring the fact that those silky smooth thighs of her were pretty much always on display… though she likely knew that; perhaps she knew she could get more results if she showed those off at all times and then invited individuals to glance at what the skirt did conceal…

You bit your lip. Marcia wasn't that impure, surely? She likely had a good reason!

“It’s an efficient strategy in times of need,” she answered vaguely, but upon seeing your bewildered look, she decided to elaborate. “Look-- whenever any of my brother’s debt collectors ended up finding me, giving them some eye-candy in exchange for leaving me alone was surprisingly effective!”

Her explanation was fairly thorough, though not the one you were anticipating to hear. It made you wonder if she wanted her brother to be summoned so desperately so she could punch him in the face. That would be funny.

…but you did want her to elaborate on something.

“Marcia… you weren’t forced to do anything… regrettable, to rid yourself of these debt collectors, were you?” you asked a painful question.

If her answer was what you feared, her brother would be receiving two punches.

The pegasus knight took a moment to process your question, and upon realizing what you were actually asking, she shuddered and rapidly shook her head. “No, no! Of course not! Oh, jerky! This is embarrassing…”

You could tell she was feeling a little humiliated, and usually that would prompt you to drop the subject.

…but you were ridiculously curious regarding why she was embarrassed now and not when she offered you a peek! You weren’t a debt collector, so was she really doing this all to convince you to summon her brother?

“...but… if you were to summon my brother…” she muttered. “Well, I’d be in someone else’s debt for a change, wouldn’t I? So… I wouldn’t mind, uhm… ah… uh…”

You wanted to say something, but you were perplexed by how rapidly her expression and voice was distorting.

“MARCIA?! SINCE WHEN WERE YOU A CHUMP?! GET IT TOGETHER AND STOP SWOONING LIKE A BOAT MONKEY!”

…did… did she just scream her thoughts?

What the heck was going on?!

Marcia only realized what she had done when she saw your utterly flabbergasted expression.

“Uh…” she whispered. “So… uhm… how about it? If you summon my brother, I’ll, uh…”

“...you’ll what?”

She crossed her arms, trying to stand tall and look confident, but because her breathing was so shaky, it wasn’t a successful maneuver “Pfft! You know what I mean!”

“I really don’t!”

“Holy crow…” she sighed, taking a very long and drawn-out deep breath. “Look, I’m trying my best here!”

“With what?!”

Marcia smiled as much as she could, desperate to keep up the facade that she wasn’t having an internal breakdown. The emotional turbulence leaking from her face was unreal. You saw pretty much everything-- frustration, anger, sadness, confusion, and humiliation!

…and ultimately, it all caused her to snap.

“LISTEN, SPONGE-BRAIN!! I AM. TRYING. TO FLIRT. WITH YOU!”

“What-”

“DO YOU WANT TO SEE MY BUTT OR NOT?!”

…

Never in your entire fucking life had you been so speechless.

Too many questions roamed throughout your mind, and you couldn’t latch onto a single one. It was all complete chaos. It made you briefly wonder if Yune was nearby.

Silence reigned for a long time. You were completely stunned. Marcia was almost equally immovable, but you noticed an abnormal amount of sweat dripping down her face.

In hindsight, you should have expected her to inevitably come out of her shell completely fueled by an intense number of emotions once more, yet here you were, shocked by the high volume of her voice.

“LOOK… look,” she quickly quieted herself, finally realizing it was best not to shout so loudly! Thank the gods. “...just answer the question.”

You bit down on your lip. You couldn’t get a read on her at all. All these emotions were painting all sorts of different pictures, so you didn’t know what her true feelings were. “...how am I supposed to answer that?!”

“...will it make it easier to answer if I told you that…” she started, pausing momentarily to look away briefly… and very shyly. She just as quickly got it together and swallowed her doubts. “...if I told you that… I don’t wear any panties?”

To add further incentive, she took a few steps forward.

The distance she covered was enough for her to be dangerously close.

You could hear her breathing. You could even smell her…

It was not contributing well to the instability of your mind.

Despite how crazy this all was, one thought was at least now remaining in the forefront of your mind, allowing you to think somewhat clearly.

…of course, that thought contained a mental image of Marcia’s butt-- the brief amount you saw, at least. Though you had only seen it for a fraction of a second, you already knew it was large and plump, and now that it was dominant in your mind, you were going to enjoy imagining it before you inevitably forgot.

Especially because you knew she wasn’t wearing any underwear!

“Uh…”

You still couldn’t speak, thus, she didn’t receive a verbal answer.

But Marcia was beginning to smile wickedly, and this time, you knew that grin of hers wasn’t forced.

Although her mind wasn’t exactly stable either, she had noticed the effect her words were having on you. Absurd as this all was, this girl was still offering to show you her ass; you didn’t want to pass up on such an opportunity, and Marcia was able to recognize that in your expression alone.

“C’mon… give me an answer, handsome…”

“I can’t summon your-”

Just as you found yourself  finally able to speak again, you were silenced swiftly by her finger dashing against your lips.

“I don’t care about him,” she said. “That was just an excuse, and I’ve decided there’s been enough of those.”

She took a tinsy step forward, knowing it would disrupt your thoughts further. The closer distance allowed her to lean a little forward, and before you knew it, hot breath was tickling your ear.

“I want you.”

The pegasus knight took a step back, giving you a moment to recuperate. Satisfied your eyes were on nothing but her (and making certain no one else around was lucky enough to witness such profanity), she winked and turned around, gripping the top of her skirt. As she gradually started to lift up her skirt at an abysmally teasing rate, your heart began to race, albeit at a far stronger pace.

This was madness.

But madness wasn’t necessarily a bad thing, was it?

You watched. You watched as everything slowly but surely came into view, and it was nothing short of heavenly to witness. Knowing she was willingly doing this all for you was perhaps the hottest thing of all.

...that was a temporary belief, of course, because when you finally saw her ass in all its glory, you realized it was far grander than you ever could have imagined.

Marcia wasn't kidding about a lack of underwear, and you wondered if she didn't wear any because there were no sizes to fit her. Her ass was large and plump, just as you hoped it would be… plus some extra for good measure.

She had cheeks you could easily dig your fingers into, and considering she was so exposed and presumingly wouldn’t be against the notion (if her current behavior was any indication), you started to desire this too.

"Like what you see?" Marcia questioned. "I think you do, you disgusting DORK!”

...why was she insulting you?! She was the one who offered to do this in the first-

No, there was no point questioning it.

You strangely liked it, after all.

...but you were curious about something.

You desired something that would probably make her snap at you, but wouldn't that anger be a series of adorable insults?

In other words, you had nothing to lose, right?

Marcia’s motives were still unknown. She seemingly wanted to flirt, but her tactics were… unorthodox, to say the least…

Contrastingly, your motives were simple. You had a gorgeous ass right in front of you, and you wanted to do things to it.

During a brief moment where Marcia wasn't looking back, you tested your luck. You stretched out your hands and grabbed each cheek remorselessly. Immediately you were greeted with the softest and squishiest feeling you had ever experienced in your life.

The moment, while sweet, was short-lived. Marcia yelped and jumped forward, turning around and scowling at you furiously.

"You… you SKUNK!!" Marcia bit down hard on her lip, but you couldn't help notice the adorable blush on her face, downplaying how fierce her expression was. "I didn't say you could do that!"

The tone of her voice told you everything you needed to know.

She liked it.

Perhaps, she was even hoping for it!

...hopefully!

"I'm sorry, but you were wide open," you justified your actions. "You're welcome to slap me if I'm wrong, but I think part of you was hoping I'd do something like that, hmm?"

You weren't sure where this confidence had come from. Perhaps just being able to squeeze her adorably chubby butt was the cause. You certainly felt satisfied!

Your comment more or less asked for a slap regardless of her answer, but she interestingly chose to remain put. She was actually pouting adorably, and it looked beautiful alongside her crimson blush.

Marcia didn't respond for a good moment, and when she did, she did so physically. The expected slap didn't happen. Instead, she grabbed you by the arm and started dragging you off somewhere.

…uh…

...were you about to be killed…?

Murdered in secret, where she could then hide the body…

"H-Hey Marcia, I'm sorry, I just-" you quickly tried to apologize.

But she responded hastily. "NO TALKING UNLESS I SAY SO, MEATHEAD!”

...you gulped. You had fucked up so hard!

Why did you think you could get away with grabbing a woman's ass, even if she arguably invited you to do so?!

Marcia was taking you into some nearby woodlands.

This was it. She was going to kill you.

Her insults were childish, but that didn’t mean she didn’t know how to work that lance!

Frankly, you deserved it.

You were a monster!

You were…

... you suddenly found it quite difficult to have these intrusive thoughts.

A kiss could do that, it seemed.

…

Why was Marcia kissing you?!

You obviously didn't know why, nor did you really want to question it…

Her lips were absolutely sublime, and she hungrily escalated the kiss before you could fully understand what the heck was happening. Marcia dashed her tongue against your lips, begging for entry. The complete shock of the situation forced you to comply, but once you began exchanging saliva and experiencing how hot it was to do so… you decided you didn't mind this ambush at all.

That didn't mean you still didn't have questions lurking in your head, however. Marcia ended up overexerting herself quite a bit, forcing her to back off. Many strings of saliva still connected your lips to hers, and while that added a temptation for seconds, you resisted your lust… temporarily, of course.

"Marcia! What... is this?!"

Your voice was full of stutters and sounded unstable. It made the mischievous girl you were talking to grin.

"You were wide open!"

That was a very cheeky answer, and you loathed and loved it.

You still didn't know what her motivations were… but if it meant she was willing to sneak off and be a little lewd… who were you to question it?!

"Kiss me," she instructed you. "And when you do it, grab my ass."

It was unbelievably impressive that she could say that with a straight face.

...you decided answers could come later.

Knowing she had granted you permission to smooch her prompted an embrace hastily. This time, she was the one caught off guard. As the kiss expanded in intensity, you fulfilled your end of the bargain by trailing your hands down her back, only stopping when you felt them touch something superbly soft and squishy.

Her skirt was in the way, so you went a little lower to slip your hands underneath them too. Doing so added instability to Marcia's kiss, allowing you to overpower her with your tongue. Now that she was at your mercy, you dug your fingers deep into her butt, fascinated by how pleasant it was to play with. Your lust was enhancing at a rapid pace, and with it came some wild ideas regarding what you could do to this gorgeous body of hers… and you had a hunch she’d probably let you do whatever you wanted!

Marcia forcefully retreated from the kiss when she needed to breathe again, and she did so with vigorous pants. You watched her recuperate, prideful that you were the cause of her fragile yet erotic state.

“...heh…” she panted. “Not bad, handsome…”

As fun as this all was, you were a little scared of Marcia talking.

“...you’re not going to end up shouting so the entire Order can hear again, are you?” you questioned her. It was a fear you really, really wanted to put to rest; there was no point sneaking off if she was going to inevitably alert everyone to your location!

“Not if you keep my moans muffled,” she answered with a wink.. “I’m sure you can think of many ways to do just that.”

Another reason you were a little scared of her speech was because it left you speechless.

Every. Single. Time.

“Marcia… I still need to know. What is this?”

“I told you, big fella,” she answered, pushing her hand up against your crotch, smiling in satisfaction upon feeling how you were physically responding to her actions. “Oh my… big fella indeed… b-but yes! I told you already! I. Want. You!”

…Marcia had been visiting you every day, and she always made time for talk, eager to know more about you…

In hindsight, it was rather obvious she had an interest in you.

…that sort of explained why she screamed at you for not understanding why she was flirting… but in your defense, she wasn’t doing a good job of it! What kind of flirting involved asking someone if they wanted to see their ass?!

You sighed.

There would be time to understand what was going through that sponge-brain of hers later.

All the nonsense was out of the way now, anyway.

She wanted to be fucked, and you wanted to fuck her.

…but first… well, her earlier comment was too interesting to pass up.

“Marcia,” you spoke as sternly as you could. “On your knees. Now.”

The pegasus knight absolutely wasn’t expecting the authoritative tone, but after the smidge of shock passed, she was happy to comply.

You weren’t expecting to whip out your cock in front of Marica today, but here you were, happily doing so.

…and when you saw the shock on her face, you were incredibly satisfied.

Marcia had gone into all of this without a plan, relying entirely on instinctive urges.

Your moment of smug satisfaction was short-lived, for it was these very same instincts that led to her gobbling up half your cock in one fell swoop.

You had no idea what set her off! The sight of it?! The smell?!

Either way, she was bobbing her head up and down at an astonishingly fast pace, and the pleasure was simply too immense to comprehend.

Why couldn’t she start with a few smooches and licks?!

This was good. Too good. Mind-bogglingly good. Had she fooled you into thinking she was inexperienced, or was she naturally talented?!

The questions hurt, so you stopped thinking about them.

It felt good. Really good. That was all that mattered.

Marcia was acting as if she was starving and your cock was the meal she had been eagerly waiting for. She was slobbering all over it with her warm saliva, and she knew to suck in her cheeks so the innards would tickle your sensitive shaft. Her moans were wonderful to listen to, but were terrifyingly loud.

Her flaw of overexerting herself still existed, however, so she inevitably ended up ejecting it. Endless saliva strings still connected her to her new favorite treat and it was a sight to behold.

But before she could dig back in, you decided it was best to listen to your instincts too.

Marcia didn’t expect you to thrust forward so mercilessly, causing her to gag.

But you didn’t care.

She herself had told you to find a way to muffle her moans. If she was busy choking on your rod, she’d be fairly quiet, surely.

If this was any other girl, you’d feel bad about this.

…but she’d just insult you to no end after, and to you, that sounded like a magnificent reward!

Therefore, Marcia’s throat was granted absolutely no mercy. You rammed her mouth with all your might while she desperately held onto her sanity. Her eyes were narrowing and a little watery, but the escalated blush communicated her true feelings regarding whether she liked it or not.

Ultimately, you did grant her relief, remembering that she needed to breathe quite frequently. When you forced your cock out of her mouth, she was shaky and covered in saliva, and looked as if she was on the verge of passing out.

But she was still conscious, and she didn’t take long to remind you of that.

“H-HEY, W-WHAT’S THE BIG IDEA, YOU-”

You shut her up by forcing your cock down her mouth momentarily, making her gag. As soon as you heard the noise, you ejected it again, prompting her to pant for a good while.

“Too loud, Marcia,” you scolded her. “Unless you want everyone to see what we’re doing…?”

She huffed and puffed and pouted so adorably.

“How dare… ah… f-fuck… w-what… what was that?!”

You smirked.

“You were wide open.”

This was dumb. Bizarre. Ludicrous! A little cheesy too. Everything was working out in the weirdest of ways, but you didn’t mind that at all-- this kind of tomfoolery would make the day one to remember!

…and you knew of a way to make this day especially memorable.

“Marcia, do you want to be fucked?” you asked, knowing what her answer already was.

“D-Don’t just say that out of nowhere, you lunatic!” she growled, poking you in the face. “But yes, I would like to be fucked.”

“That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

You LOVED being playful with her!

“I never took you as such a pervert…” she mumbled.

You had to resist the urge to laugh. “Me?! You’re the girl who wanted to show her ass to me so desperately, and apparently has shown many other men her butt before too!”

“Actually, that’s NOT correct!” she answered. “Only YOU have seen my butt! I made up the story. As for why I wanted to show you, it was me just flirting with you, haaaandsome!”

“That is not how you-” you started, only to slam your mouth shut and let out a loooooong sigh. This girl was nuts. A cuckoo. Crackers!

But also very, very cute.

“...look, just, uh… put your hands on the tree, bend over, and let me fuck you, okay?”

“Good gravy, you’re not very good at flirting, are you?”

…

Fortunately, Marcia did as she was told, bending over and showing off that beautiful ass of hers.

You were really glad she did.

You wanted a way to channel this ridiculousness out of your body as soon as possible, and a good fucking would do just that. Strangely enough, you felt a huge compulsion to do just that!

“Oh, by the way, handsome, I’m a virgin, so be gentle with me, mmkay?”

Why did she have to say that with such a bored tone?!

Marica was playing with her hand, making random patterns with her fingers. Apparently, those fascinated her more than the prospect of losing her virginity?!

…

You knew what was going on.

These were all mind games, weren’t they?

She was a bit of a trickster, wasn’t she?!

Two could play at that game.

You lifted up her skirt promptly, revealing the entirety of her bubbly butt.

You were glad to see it, not only because it was a good distraction from how crazy her words were, but because you could see her pussy was being far more honest than the brains! Marcia was soaking wet-- so much so that fluid was actually dripping a little down her thighs.

Did absurdity turn her on?

You didn’t know, nor did you really care right now. You just prayed having sex would put a temporary pause to all the baloney she was barking.

Marcia whimpered a little when she felt your cock brush up against her, but you knew she was more than capable of withstanding a little pain. Thanks to how drenched she was, it was easy to slip your head in, where you soon learned she wasn’t lying about her virginity.

Trying to figure out why she wanted to lose her virginity like this would just hurt your head… but it did prove that she liked you… so that was nice. Everything had been frustratingly strange, but in a way, it was… fun?

“Hey, handsome…” she muttered, noticing you were being a bit slow. “C’mon, fuck me already…”

You resisted a very strong urge to pinch her cheek, instead opting to puncture her pussy instead. Content that she was ready, you pierced her barrier, causing the girl to mumble quite a bit in pain… but her reaction could have been a lot stronger. It was a testament to the strength you knew she had, and you were oddly proud of her for taking it so well.

Perhaps the only thing crazier than this situation was how astonishingly tight this girl was! It was starting to hurt a little as you pushed more of your length into her, but it was minimal compared to how pleasurable it all was. Her level of arousal helped wonderfully, allowing you to poke against the entrance to her womb.

“Oh, barnacles… that feels good…”

…her response was pretty much what you expected, and though it was all really silly, you really liked it too.

Marcia’s antics were endearing… somehow. Gods, you had no idea why, but you loved it.

For some strange, convoluted reason, you actually wanted to thank her for her interesting choice of vocabulary.

Thus, you began to fuck her.

You soon learned all this delightful torment was very worth it. Marcia’s boiling insides felt so good to thrust in and out of, and though her moans were beginning to magnify dramatically, it wasn’t anything a quick hand against the mouth couldn’t solve. Her butt was still an amazing visual treat, and you adored seeing it jiggle endlessly every time you pounded her.

…you just hoped no one would show up, because what you were doing to her wouldn’t look good on your part without any context!

But you weren’t too worried. This was probably going to end every soon- Marcia was that tight! Her pussy was welcoming its first cock with glee, celebrating its arrival by squeezing your shaft ruthlessly.

Marcia continued to mutter all sorts of things. It was undoubtedly more strange sentences and maybe an insult or two, and while you kind of wanted to hear them… hearing her muffled mumbles was fun too. You knew you weren’t causing her any distress due to all that slobber she was getting over your hand too, not to mention the extraordinary effect you were having on her body down below.

When her pussy began to tighten up even more fiercely, you realized she was probably trying to communicate her incoming orgasm. You experienced it at full force while deep inside her, and the strength of her walls grew so fierce that your dick was temporarily sealed inside her.

This wouldn’t be a problem if you weren’t dangerously close to your own climax.

You had no choice.

“Marica…” you whispered into her ear. You wondered if she could even hear you at this point, for she was likely being consumed by pleasure. “I’m going to cum inside you… take it all, okay?”

Giving this girl a creampie, let alone fucking her, wasn’t on your agenda today, but you were more than happy for the change in schedule.

Marcia moaned and moaned into your mouth, but you couldn’t hear anything she was communicating. She sounded so unstable and distorted, and you found it so hot to listen to. Eventually, you couldn’t withstand the pressure of her pussy any longer, prompting your own groan while you pumped her virgin womb full of your seed. It was a short-lived moment that you partly wished would last forever… but you were also glad for its end; it was overwhelming, and you could feel your legs beginning to give way so much. You only felt your strength return once the last shot of cum was safely deposited deep inside her, allowing you to finally pull out. This motion alone was incredible against your sensitive shaft, and by some miracle, you managed to avoid falling down onto the grass.

As for Marcia, she was stable as one could be with quivering legs. The support of the tree was keeping her afloat, but you didn’t mind watching her for a while.

It was hot to see your semen flow out of her, after all.

But all good things had to come to an end.

“You…” she started, turning to face you with a disgusted expression painting her face. “You… IRRESPONSIBLE SKUNK!”

You were expecting this.

Once the heat of the moment died down, she would begin to feel regret.

She would

“Why did you cum INSIDE ME?!” she continued. “If I get pregnant, you BETTER take responsibility! Oh, crackers… I don’t know if I’m ready to be a mother…”

…oh, so she was only mad about that, huh?

“I’ll support you, Marcia,”  you promised. “So long as I get to see that cute butt of yours.”

“You… IDIOT! PERVERT! SCOUNDREL! Take. This. SERIOUSLY! I could get PREGNANT! That means a B-A-B-Y! And you just KNOW my brother won’t do anything to support me either, and I bet he’d have the AUDACITY to get MAD at ME because of it since that means less money for him to WASTE!!! Wait. WAIT! Okay. Just… don’t summon ever again, okay? I don’t want him to show up anymore. NEVER! Wait, no… that’s unfair, he’s still my brother, but… but… LOOK! Just… ah, forget it. Do you want to have sex again?”

You had entered quite a bizarre relationship.

But you weren’t complaining. This was the kind of weirdness you could get used to.