(Biweekly Poll Winner) Passion Can Burn Too Bright (Ophelia/Kiran from Fire Emblem)

Ophelia was experiencing a feeling that she could only describe as… astronomical. It was consuming her very being, devastating any control she had over her body.

It was like she had been lifted to the heavens-- no, the very stars themselves! The very same ones she often prayed to.

Significant moments of happiness and bliss had been present in her life before, but this divine thrill eclipsed all those moments. She hoped it would never end! She never wanted it to end!

...even if it was fated to.

As heavenly as she felt, she could not help but feel a degree of embarrassment, either.

Ophelia was fully aware she was being awfully loud, but who could blame her? Her body wanted to sing-- to express its tranquility in a unique way.

But… for the person she was currently with… they believed she was being a little too deafening. She realized as such when their hand clamped around her mouth, dampening her moans. Their grasp was rough and sudden, and almost silenced her.

“You’re being too loud for my liking, my maiden.”

It wasn’t shocking to discover that Ophelia was prone to losing herself like this. You were fully aware of just how dramatic she could be, after all. It was only natural her theatrical personality would shine brightly during intimacy.

...but god, it was a little surreal to think you were actually having sex with her. Considering how ridiculously crazy Askr typically was, you wouldn’t be surprised if this was some devious dream conjured up by some mischievous fairy. Even if it was, you weren’t going to complain when it felt so good.

Ophelia had expressed an attraction towards you, but because she was… well, herself, she had communicated it in a rather… unorthodox way, to say the absolute least.

...so, in return, you had tried to speak her language.

You quite liked her too, so it felt like a cute idea, and a way to show her your attraction. She was an unusual being, so why not be unusual with your approach?

But the way you spoke her tongue was... interpreted by her in a way you were not expecting.

In hindsight, it was glaringly obvious. You had talked about how you felt like you had a connection with her, and how you wanted to make her sparkle like a star by making her your chosen maiden. At the time, it was all a melodramatic speech that you hoped she would play along with, adding her own wacky response. Ophelia could speak seriously if she really needed to, so that gave the impression she simply enjoyed being dramatic, and would be able to understand that you were just being silly with her.

But when you kept talking about how you wanted to show her your gemstones, and how you wished to bless her body…

Well, she would obviously interpret that a little differently! You felt silly for somehow not realizing it.

The worst part was that it was completely unintentional! You didn’t mean for things to end up this way.

...but you weren’t complaining.

Not. One. Bit.

It all came crashing down once Ophelia started talking about using each other’s magical power to fill the void within the other, claiming it would result in an ascent to the ninth cloud… or something.

It was all such nonsense to you still at the time, but while she was speaking, she did creep closer towards you, tugging at your robes with a bright blush on her face. She was spouting such ridiculousness, but her body was speaking a language you could understand, at least.

...and then she made her move, slowly working on removing your attire. It made you freeze up, and she joked about how she’d have to cast an infernal spell on you to free you from your prison.

Fortunately, you at least had enough rational thought left to kindly ask her to return to your personal sanctuary first! She agreed, gleefully skipping ahead while you followed her, wondering how the heck you had gotten so lucky… or unlucky? You weren’t sure at the time. There was still a possibility you were the one to misinterpret everything, but you soon learned how wrong you were.

Ophelia had momentarily forsaken much of her typical personality once her lust kicked in. It was surreal to actually kiss her, and to touch her. Her usual outfit was already ridiculously lewd and didn’t leave much to the imagination, but it was still divine to finally see her in the nude.

...and here you were, fucking her from behind as she roared with delight. Ophelia was trying her best to latch onto any remnants of her dramatic self, but she was failing. The best you had heard from her is that she could see the stars, and you assumed that meant she was having a damn good time considering her adoration for them.

But she was a loud maiden, and your walls were not soundproof. It felt a little cruel to silence her and tell her off… but upon feeling her pussy tighten up dramatically around your cock, you realized from that alone that she liked being submissive.

Therefore, you decided to be rougher with her. Her fat ass was already so tempting to smack, but you had restrained yourself since you didn’t want to hurt her… but now that you knew she liked a little rough play, you did not hesitate to smack it. You were already used to how it wobbled due to how often your crotch smacked against her butt, but it resulted in a delightful cry of pleasure from her that was music to your ears.

Your hands, previously present on her hips, shifted downwards towards her breasts. They were dancing wildly in rhythm with your thrusts, but now they had been stopped in their tracks. Your rough squeezing made her gasp, and her groans grew untamed when you started playing with her nipples. She liked it when they were grabbed and twisted.

It was a miracle you were able to multitask so efficiently. She was a greedy little thing, wanting to be pleasured in so many ways simultaneously.

Although she called herself the chosen maiden, it felt more appropriate to call her a goddess. Her body was that divine.

If there was any chosen hero here, it was you. Heroes chosen by destiny were lucky-- insanely lucky!

Considering you were fucking such a gorgeous girl who wouldn’t stop crying your name, you figured you fit the bill pretty well.

As heavenly as this position was, you had sped up a little too fast. Exhaustion crept through your body before you knew it, and as much as you wanted to continue, you either needed to take a break or switch positions.

Letting go of her body felt horrible, even more so when you forced your cock out of her. You had gotten so carried away, but who could blame you? Ophelia and her illustrious body were irresistible. You ended up sitting down on the bed, leaning a little back so you could rest.

Unsurprisingly, Ophelia was still a bundle of energy. How that was the case was beyond you, but she hastily turned her body over and sat up, sitting on her knees.

“My chosen knight needs to be rejuvenated,” Ophelia’s voice was completely shattered, but it wasn’t stopping her from tapping into her true self. “Fortune shines upon you, however, for this warrior chosen by the stars knows a forbidden spell-- one that will heal your wounds, and strengthen your body.”

She was quick to demonstrate what she meant. Her head sunk downwards, and before you knew it, she had gobbled up most of your cock in one fell swoop. The sudden surge of serenity was shocking. You felt relaxed, and absurdly pleasured! At the same time! It was a celestial combination, and her eagerness was extrusive. You honestly had no idea if Ophelia had done this kind of thing before, but it mattered little. She was completely consumed by lust, bobbing her head up and down dramatically fast, and she made sure to spare lots of saliva, soaking your succulent shaft.

But simply sucking you off wasn’t enough for her. She took time to wildly kiss your cock from the tip to its base, and even decided to massage your balls with her hand and tongue.

Without a doubt, Ophelia had wanted to do something like this for some time, and she decided to take her chance after you uh, accidentally flirted with her. It still felt weird to recall how you ended up in such a predicament.

But sometimes, accidents were happy ones.

Ultimately, she returned to sucking you off, but this time, she tested her limits. Someone of her caliber was obviously going to test how far they could go, and the results were shocking. While it was tough, she was able to gradually sink your cock all the way down her throat. To feel every inch of your member embraced by the compactness and warmth of her mouth was a feeling so grand, you wondered if you’d grow addicted to it.

Ophelia couldn’t keep your dick wedged down her throat forever, but upon being forced to release your member suddenly and hastily, you adored how much of a mess she looked. Several strings of saliva still connected your shaft to her serene skin, and even though she had ejected your cock, she was still dribbling erratically, like she could not control her own salivation and still thought your mass was inside her.

The maiden wasn’t down for the count yet, however. She returned to worshipping your cock, doing so with an almost scary level of devotion.

It was amusing. Here you were, wondering if you were going to get addicted to this girl, while she was already addicted to you.

“You taste so divine…” she mumbled in the midst of licking your balls. She spoke quietly, but the volume gave a seductive feel to her voice. “Even a… ah...  a chosen heroine... needs to stay well-fed.”

“I thought you were healing me, not feeding yourself?” you teased her in return.

Ophelia smirked, sticking out her tongue. “This isn’t the healing spell.”

Planting one final kiss on your glans, she slightly backed off, but it was simply so she could adjust her position. Your member soon found itself resting on her large breasts, and she wasted no time in wrapping them around your cock. They felt amazing to hold and squeeze moments before, and to feel that same soft, squishy feeling coil around your sensitive member… it was surreal.

“This is.”

Her tits were hot and sweaty, adding to how amazing they felt. Their squishiness was a tranquil feeling, and it was easy for her to rub her tits up, down, and all-around thanks to how wet your dick was; absolutely no friction was present to slow her down. She had covered your cock in a ridiculous amount of saliva, enough to serve as adequate lubrication while she stimulated you with her bountiful bosom.

It wasn’t wrong for her to claim this would heal your wounds and strengthen your body. The combination of how terrific this felt and the luscious view was returning your determination and energy at a rapid pace. Her tits were so large that you only rarely saw your cock poke out of her cleavage. It was mind-boggling to think she willingly wore an outfit that showed off her body so well. Countless boys and girls undeniably gawked at her whenever they believed she wasn’t looking, and you too were one of them; unlike them, however, you were the only one to experience how angelic her body truly was.

Ophelia was having a lot of fun doing this, that much was clear, but her salivation was notable. She missed the taste of your cock inside her mouth, but it wasn’t challenging for her to get a few more nibbles in. Your head was kept well stimulated by smooches and licks whenever it crept out of the safety of her tits, until ultimately, she decided to just gobble up as much as she could. It was a mystical sight, seeing the head of your member shrouded in her saliva, while the rest of your shaft remained embraced by her breasts.

“Do you like this…?” she asked, and it almost tricked you into thinking she had started to speak normally. You were soon proved wrong. “Do you like swimming… in my river of stars?”

Such ridiculous talk should, by all accounts, be an immediate turn-off.

...but considering she was still dribbling, and speaking so god damn messily… it was hot! The incomprehensible nonsense was actually sexy, simply because it gave the impression she had lost her mind to lust! Had she even realized how disarrayed she sounded yet? Her brightened face and slanted eyes also sold the idea of her being a complete horny wreck as well. It was like she was drunk-- drunk on lust, that is.

It made you curious.

If she was already this broken… how worse could she get? The loudness of her voice while you were fucking her was still very prominent in your mind too.

As divine as this titfuck was, and as much as you wouldn’t be against her doing this forever, you needed to know the answer to that question. This non-stop stimulation was making you desire the grandest of pleasures as well, so it was an easy way to kill two birds with one stone.

You could not so easily forget how boiling her pussy was, and how tight it was either. Your ears were already missing her unstable voice, and your eyes desired to see the sweat dripping off her body again. The impromptu blowjob and titfuck, while undeniably marvelous, were mere appetizers to your second meal of the day-- and this time, you weren’t going to stop until your meal was fully eaten… or she lost consciousness. Ideally, both would occur simultaneously.

“Ophelia, lay down,” you instructed her. The roleplay was fun, but you had to be serious with her this time. You needed to be inside her.

She released her tits from your grasp immediately, happy to fulfill your order. Seeing them sway to the side was an astonishing view, but it was short-lived. She fell backward, spreading her legs and presenting her body to you once again.

“There is a prophecy,” Ophelia said quietly, her voice still a little fractured. You wondered if it was because she had forced your cock too deep down her throat. “It is said that should the chosen knight and chosen heroine combine their being, and unleash the fountain of dreams, they will craft the next savior of worlds, no, worlds! It is of the utmost importance that we fulfill the prophecy, for... ”

You stopped listening not long after she started spouting some more absurdity; you already knew what she was trying to say anyway. It was, of course, charming to hear, and her voice was still messed up enough to make it even hotter, especially with how much she liked to drool. However, you simply could not concentrate on her speech; you were too busy thinking about ways to have fun with her.

There were ways to break people, but those always varied depending on the person. Some notable strategies would be rough play, like grabbing hair, or forsaking any need to be gentle whatsoever.

...but there was something you could do-- something that would only work on Ophelia.

Of course, you had no idea if it actually would work, nor how she’d react in general to it… but it wouldn’t hurt to try. Besides, you were feeling rather confident in light of how ridiculous her mental state presently was.

“Ophelia,” you interrupted her rambling. A firm tone of voice did the trick, and she shut up immediately. “You want me to cum inside you, don’t you?”

“...I-I was saying that, together, we must unleash the fountain of-”

You purposefully fell on top of her-- well, almost; your hands stopped you from completely landing on her once they intersected with the bed, but most importantly, your face was very close to hers.

“Tell me, Ophelia,” you whispered. “Tell me how much you want my cock. Tell me how much you want my cum.”

Her expression emitted so much emotion. She had been caught entirely off guard, and faced with quite a challenging question to answer.

“I… uhm…” she mumbled.

It felt almost cruel to force her to drop her usual dramatic self. It wouldn’t be a first, since she spoke sincerely during moments of the utmost importance, but those were extraordinarily rare.

What you were curious about… was if her desire for cock… her desire for cum… were prominent enough for her to drop the act.

She continued to mutter a whole lot of nothing, so you decided to lend her a helping hand.

Well, you didn’t know if ‘help’ was a good way to describe it.

“If you don’t tell me, Ophelia,” you breathed hot air into her ear. She shivered, and you felt it. “Then I’m not going to fuck you. Do you understand?”

“I… ah…”

This was harsh, but sometimes, moments of cruelty were necessary, and arguably not that bad! Her breathing, already rugged, was now unstable beyond belief. Her face had incremented in heat, and she was shaking from the adrenaline rush. Did it come from a feeling of intimidation, or a sudden surge of arousement? The likely answer was both.

“...f-fuck… ah…  fuck…” she mumbled. “F-Fuck me…”

She was quiet. Too quiet.

“I can’t hear you, Ophelia,” you were cold.

She pouted adorably in response to your comment, but all she needed was a few deep breaths to gather her bearings. She regained your attention by calling your name, grinning wildly at you.

“...f-fuck me, p-please!” Ophelia begged. “I’ve been… been a good girl, h-haven’t I? Please, f-fuck me! Fuck me! FUCK ME! I can’t take it anymore! I need your c-cock i-i-inside me, n-now! I can’t take it anymoreeeeeee!”

That was better. A lot better. You were almost tempted to give in right there and then. The plea on her face was tremendously convincing.

...but you stayed determined, for there was one more thing you wanted to ask.

“...and then what, Ophelia?” you questioned her.

Your question was vague, but she knew exactly what you meant by it.

“T-Then… I want you… to c-cum inside me… fill up my womb… with your semen-- your seed!” she gave you the perfect response, and just to make things even sweeter… “I want you to knock me up… I want your baby…!”

That blush of hers wasn’t only because she was aroused. She was embarrassed beyond belief.

But she had been such a good girl, just like she said. There was no need to tease her anymore. It was time to reward her.

Ophelia was expecting you to continue tormenting her, so to suddenly feel her pussy open up within an instant thanks to your hard cock made her emotions skyrocket in intensity. She almost screamed at the sudden pressure, and you too had to resist the urge to groan.

You shortly stopped restraining yourself. Her moans were louder than anything you could produce, anything.

“Fuck…” you sputtered. “You’re so tight!”

Ophelia giggled. It was a burst of volatile laughter that she could barely maintain due to her desire to scream your name.

“Fuck meeeeee…!”

You were done denying her. Holding onto her hips, you started to thrust with all your might. There was no need to accelerate gradually. She was soaking wet. It was scary how effortless it was to push inside her and poke against her cervix, but you were not complaining about the lack of resistance.

Ophelia, already past the peak of instability, reached a level you could not quite describe. Her voice had lost itself to chaos, and her body was in a similar condition. The girl was sweating madly, and her breasts would not stop swaying endlessly. As addicting as it was to see them dance like that, it only increased your desire to grab and squeeze them, so that’s exactly what you did. You were rough with them, knowing she adored it.

Eager to implant this completely chaotic scene into your memory, you continued to fuck her with all the energy you could muster. Her pussy was compact as ever, and the fact that you were able to pound her so ruthlessly was a testament to how wet she was. Her walls tickled your shaft with a pleasure that never diminished, and the gradual tightening up of her insides amplified that euphoria to levels you could not quite fathom.

It was incredible how exhausting such sensual sex could be, but you weren’t going to give up yet, even if your body was begging for rest. She had begged you to fuck her. She had begged you to cum inside her!

You may have forced those words out of her, but those were her genuine desires. You were not going to deny her nor yourself the release you were both craving, but fortunately for the both of you, that moment was fast approaching.

The sweet sounds of sex were sloppy, yet so seductive. The audible treat was as grandiose as the visual one, but not quite on the level of how it all felt. Your cock wasn’t used to such astonishing pleasure, and you doubted her pussy was used to such a rough pounding either. Despite that, you were both embracing how sublime this truly felt. Her body even reacted subconsciously to your pounding; her legs reached up and crossed over your back, pushing you down slightly as if to tell you that she wasn’t going to release you from her grasp until you had done the dirty deed.

More determined than ever to reach the end of all, you ended up emptying your thoughts. The fewer distractions, the better. All that mattered was fucking this girl silly until you showered her womb with your semen, and she was spasming with serenity. You found yourself getting lost in the waves of tranquility.

Ophelia’s orgasm came first. She screamed. Loudly.

But that was only after you felt her tighten up dramatically, locking your cock in place while you were deep inside her. Ophelia’s inner muscles contracted wildly around your member, squeezing it with such incredible force that it almost hurt, but strangely enough, the pain merely added to the pleasure. This sudden pressure triggered your own climax, and you gave the maiden the wish she had made upon the stars.

Never before had you experienced such gratification. Your climax lasted for a mere few moments, but those moments were nothing short of incredible. Pleasure soared throughout your body as you pumped her sexy body full with your cum, and with it came a chill that dulled your senses. It was a mind-boggling orgasm, and you truly wished it could last forever.

Ophelia had lost her voice. Her moans, once deafening yet angelic, were now replaced by crackling sounds that were quiet, yet still radiated so much pleasure. She was undeniably experiencing such a rush of pleasure that she could not comprehend it.

Your senses continued to dull. Your eyes were beginning to blur, and your ears were beginning to blur. Your body rapidly tried to cool itself through a ridiculous amount of sweating. Despite how your body was reacting, you had never felt more at peace.

Eventually, you collapsed. The minimal amount of energy remaining was spent trying to reach your pillow, and upon placing your head upon it, you almost drifted off into a deep sleep right there and then.

But Ophelia ended up crawling up towards you, a devious smile on her face. It told you one thing-- she was not finished yet.

“I want more… lots more…”

Hearing the extraordinary desire still within her voice triggered something within you. It was like there was a reserve of energy waiting to be unleashed, and she had just set it free. You could not say no to that pleading voice, especially when her delicious body was still fully on display.

“Right-- the prophecy,” you teased her. “We need to make sure it’s fulfilled, right?”

“Shut up,” she pouted. “None of that. I just want you to keep fucking me… forever…”

...forever was a long time, wasn’t it?

Hmm… perhaps you had bitten off more than you could chew here.

Ah well.

No pain. No gain.