(Creator Poll Winner) Obligatory Obedience (Flayn/Nifl from Fire Emblem)

To awaken with the most abnormal blend of warmth and cold was not something Flayn was anticipating. The unique combination startled her fully awake, and yet, she did not move her head, for it was resting upon something unbelievably comforting.

Where was she? She appeared to be in some sort of ancient temple, and the way it was shrouded in a mystical blue shade was mystifying yet chilling. She quickly made out the pattern of the Nifl kingdom, which at least indicated she was likely not far from the location where she passed out.

...she really had passed out, had she not? It was strange to recall how much misfortune she had been through when she felt so delightful at present.

Flayn had been on a mission to Nifl alongside Caeda, Lyn, and Julia. They intended to make contact with the goddess of the realm, a lady who shared the same name as the kingdom of ice. Some were optimistic that the god could be convinced to aid Askr against the current threat of Niðavellir, since nothing was stopping Fáfnir from beginning a rampage in Nifl, and there was a belief that the god would rather avoid further bloodshed in her realm. Some were far less optimistic, however, claiming she would have interfered when the kingdom of Múspell invaded.

The specifics of why they were on their mission, or whether it would end successfully, mattered very little to Flayn. She saw her participation as a fantastic way to explore this wonderful new world… and as a bonus, she could spend time with some very beautiful women. It was something she kept to herself, but Askr was loaded with attractive boys and girls, and she often found herself having a little too much fun gawking at times. Plus, as much as she loved her father, she wished to take advantage of his absence for as long as possible. His arrival was an inevitability, and he would have undeniably protested against her going on such a trip.

But Flayn’s enthusiasm for the mission took a dire turn when they approached the Temple of the Rite of Frost, where the goddess herself was said to slumber. What started as snowfall gradually escalated into a blizzard, and while Flayn and Julia's magic helped to hinder the effects of the weather, a sudden ambush by strange snow-creatures disrupted their concentration. As strong as they were, especially with Lyn and Caeda at their side, there was little they could do but succumb to the storm.

Flayn shot up. How had she forgotten about that so easily? The comfort had distracted her too much, but it could not do so forever. Although she was still in a sleepy state, she managed to stand up, scanning her surroundings in the hopes that she'd find somebody belonging to her squadron. If she was fine, then surely the others were too, surely?

"You finally woke up," a voice called out to her, causing her to startle due to how close it sounded. She turned around, realizing why she had felt so comfortable.

Covered in a snow-white fluffy cape, with a dress that really did not hide her legs, sat a woman that left Flayn completely mesmerized. Once again, she was finding herself distracted, albeit this time it was due to yet another attractive person, and this one looked so… divine! She had been resting on those legs, had she not?

Flayn rapidly shook her head. She really needed to work on controlling herself!

"W-Who are you?" Flayn stuttered, still bewildered by pretty much everything. In front of her was a beautiful lady, but even that could not stop her from forgetting that they were a complete stranger and that she was in an unknown location. She had to remain on guard!

The woman glared at her and scoffed, her gaze as icy as her appearance. "You are not in a position to demand answers from me. Tell me who you are first, and I may indulge in kind."

Flayn felt a cold wind blow through the icy halls, and in response, her legs started to quiver.

The voice was hot and stern, completely juxtaposing the lady’s expression, and it had caught Flayn completely off guard. Despite the fierceness of her voice, Flayn could tell the woman was not malicious with her intent, and yet, she was still shivering. The authoritative tone was… quite something, it seemed; it was having the desired effect on her… but Flayn did not particularly mind how it made her freeze. The beautiful, radiant appearance, paired with the foul expression and tough voice, was enchanting to her.

“M-My name… is Flayn,” she answered, figuring it was best not to leave this stranger waiting. “I am from Fodlan, and I have come to Zenith to-”

A cold finger landing on her lips silenced her immediately. "I did not ask for your life story."

Flayn felt another chill run down her spine. Whether it was from intimidation, or the touch of the woman, she did not know, but it was not unpleasant. This strange situation she had found herself in should, by all means, terrify her, and yet she felt perfectly calm.

Well, as calm as one with a frantically beating heart could be! She felt so weird! She was completely speechless and could barely think, and it was so, so strange, and yet… so wonderful...

"My name is Nifl, lady of one realm of the nine," the woman finally introduced herself. "I am the one you have been seeking, correct?"

Flayn was a little surprised she had not put two and two together. That explained the mystical and thematic appearance.

“Y-Yes, that’s right,” she could not stop stuttering! Why could she not control her emotions? This was her opportunity to ask about the well-being of her friends, and yet here she was, unable to stop staring and thinking about that… delicious… body…

Flayn bit down hard on her lip. Her priorities were completely wrong, and she felt deeply ashamed over it! To some extent, she could understand why she was so enraptured over a literal goddess, but still!

“It was not wise for you and your friends to try to infiltrate my domain,” Nifl crossed one leg over the other, and Flayn’s inability to focus dwindled even further. The shift in position made the god's creamy, plump thighs look even more angelic, and she wondered what it would be like to rest her face on them… or in-between. Perhaps, she already had! She had not forgotten the soft feeling she had awakened to-- that divine skin that was as soft as snow, yet still warm and cozy against her shivering body. Nifl had offered her lap as a pillow while Flayn was unconscious, had she not?! The realization was making Flayn’s heart beat so frantically, and she both loved and hated it. “As for your friends…”

Hearing Nifl speak once more brought Flayn momentarily back to reality, and this time, she gathered herself and focused entirely on what was objectively the most important-- the safety of those she had been traveling with.

She didn’t know entirely what was going on, but Flayn could make a handful of educated guesses about the goddess.

Nifl was not evil, but she was cold and calculated. She would let them go with their lives unless she received a proper apology. They had dared to try to infiltrate a goddess’s realm, after all. Doing such a thing was disrespectful and foolish of them.

“Please, o holy goddess of ice, hear my plea,” Flayn spoke up. Nifl had been a little lost in thought, perhaps thinking of a way to articulate her demands that would result in the least amount of questions back. Flayn did not need to know the details of her demands, for she had already figured it out. Her friends were undoubtedly captured and awaiting rescue, and Flayn, as the weakest-looking of the bunch, had been chosen to be the goddess’s play-thing. As humiliating as such a prospect was, she was prepared to do anything to rescue her friends! “For the safety of my friends, I devote myself to any humiliation or torture. Allow me to take on the burden meant for all four of us. Anything you wish for-- I will do, without question, so long as it brings you satisfaction and you consider it a worthwhile apology for our transgression.”

Saying such things was already quite embarrassing, but so long as she kept her head bowed in servitude and masked her flustered face, Flayn believed she would be quite fine.

However, it was this bow of hers that prevented her from seeing Nifl’s expression of complete and utter bewilderment.

But she could not deny that her interest had been piqued. She was a goddess with followers, but only rarely did she interact with them, for she was not one with the desire to show her face unless completely necessary. To have an individual right in front of her, one that she had only just met nonetheless, offer herself so freely, was as perplexing as it was fascinating.

This… Flayn… had made an awful amount of assumptions, and Nifl knew it would be wrong to take advantage of that… and yet, she had no obligation to hold herself to any moral standards. It was rather convenient that this girl was so willingly offering herself, though...

...and she had not been with a companion in quite a long time, either.

"Anything, you say?" Nifl spoke softly, curious to see where this exchange could lead. Flayn looked adorably innocent, but she could tell she was different from ordinary mortals. She had not shattered from fear, and expressed such a strange enthusiasm for her predicament.

"Y-Yes, for the safety of my friends… I'll do anything…"

Such a strange thing to say with such an enthusiastic yet drained voice. It was as if the anticipation was killing her.

Nifl smiled. She would be a fool not to indulge while she had the chance.

"Stand up," Nifl commanded, purposefully using a voice that was harsher and far more stern. Flayn shivered in response, but it was not due to the natural chill of the temple. As her face came into view, Nifl saw a bountiful amount of bashfulness on the girl's face, but she persevered. "Now kiss me."

Flayn's eyes widened. "K-Kiss you?!"

"I did not stutter," Nifl scowled. "Unless, you were lying to me when-"

Nifl soon realized she misunderstood the tone of Flayn's voice. It indeed expressed shock, but it was not due to the command itself, but rather thanks to the excitement of being granted permission. Nifl learned this when Flayn's lips abruptly smashed against her own without warning. Taking advantage of the goddess's shock, or perhaps letting her instincts guide her, Flayn promptly helped herself onto Nifl's lap, eager to deepen the kiss.

Endless shivers coursed through both their bodies, but Nifl regained her composure quickly, escalating the kiss dramatically far faster than Flayn could. As enthusiastic as the girl's initial ambush was, she could do little to amplify the intensity herself, so it was effortless for Nifl to seize control.

Although she was impressed by Flayn, Nifl wasn't going to voice her approval, and she doubted Flayn herself would approve of it either; it was far more likely the girl would appreciate a different approach.

...but first, Nifl enjoyed her lips in the embrace of another. It was heavenly to finally feel this sensation once more, and now, especially eager to re-experience other forgotten feelings, Nifl pressed her tongue against Flayn's lips. Before she even had a chance to respond, Flayn felt her mouth forced open by Nifl's tongue, and she could do little but let herself be consumed by the god's superior strength.

Flayn was mesmerized. Nifl, despite her status as the goddess of ice, warmed her heart so wonderfully. Even so, she still experienced her fair share of chills, mostly due to how energetic Nifl was with her tongue. There was little she could do but let the goddess have her way with her, and bathe in the tranquility of her tongue and saliva.

As overwhelming as it was, she had needed something like this for a long time. It mattered not that it was with a stranger, even if they were a goddess. In fact, it was beneficial! Establishing a relationship within the Order of Heroes was not an impossibility, but she feared for how complicated things could get should her father inevitably be summoned. She wished not to deal with the headache of it all. However, a fling with a stranger in a different realm altogether? That was something she could work with, and keep a secret!

Flayn groaned into the god of ice's mouth, barely able to think any longer. Nifl had full authority over her in every aspect. Her strength was superior, and her harsh voice made her body tremble. Flayn had no idea she adored being so submissive! She prayed the goddess would notice just how weak she currently felt, and that it would further encourage Nifl to do whatever she pleased with her.

Ultimately, Nifl broke the kiss, and despite how much she loved the inability to breathe properly, Flayn knew she was a little too close to suffocating for her liking; therefore, she was thankful for Nifl wishing to move on.

However, the goddess was a cruel mistress indeed. She stood up suddenly, forcing Flayn to slide off her lap, but as her feet landed on the ground, her breathing was distorted by her hair being grabbed forcefully and suddenly. Flayn began to shiver uncontrollably, and while she wasn't certain before, she knew there were elements of fear coursing through her veins… and she liked it. Had she done something to anger the goddess? Was she about to… be punished?

"I did not give you permission to climb onto my lap," Nifl sounded less than pleased. "What do you have to say for yourself?"

"I'm sorry… anything, I'll do anything…"

Flayn could not deny she was scared any longer, any intimidation was mitigated by the sheer excitement she was experiencing. Although she sensed Nifl was not evil, that did not mean she was benevolent. Nothing was stopping the goddess from putting this fool of a girl in her place, for she knew she would endure any torture for… for…

She could not think properly! She was insanely aroused, and she could not comprehend how much she liked being bossed around!

Nifl knew what Flayn's schtick was, but luckily for her, the desires of this mortal aligned rather well with her own. She needed something to use-- to satisfy nothing but herself, and this strange, yet oddly endearing girl, wished to be the one to provide the means to accomplish just that. Nifl knew she wasn't going to let this opportunity go to waste, nor was she going to stall. Nothing was stopping her from taking her time; she could theoretically make Flayn worship her entire body from head to toe, and the girl would do it. However, time was still of the essence, and because it had been so long, release was what she desired the most.

Tightening the grasp she had around Flayn's hair did as Nifl anticipated-- the girl fell to her knees, and as a bonus, she moaned rather loudly, her voice radiating so much thrill and anguish.

"Look up," Nifl ordered, letting go of the girl's hair. Flayn took a moment to gather herself, but once she did, she began to salivate. Somehow, she had not noticed that Nifl wasn't even wearing any underwear, and all of a sudden, she was now very thirsty.

There was little time to admire the pussy of a goddess before she was smothered by it. Nifl bent her legs, placed her hands around Flayn's head and guided her towards her soaking folds, and the girl, while surprised, knew exactly what she needed to do without instruction.

Flayn had never done this kind of thing before, but instincts guided her as she sampled her first taste of divinity, and the flavor was as she prayed it would be-- heavenly. Nifl tasted strong but sweet, and while she felt like she was suffocating under the taste and smell, Flayn was not against the feeling one bit. She embraced it, for it made her heart flutter so wildly, and made her chilly body warm-up.

"Good girl," Nifl applauded her, not one to shy away from a compliment if she believed it was well-deserved (it was simply rare for her to be impressed). Flayn was undeniably new to this, but lack of technique mattered not in the face of enthusiasm.

Flayn continued to kiss and lick Nifl all over, listening closely in order to learn where the woman's most sensitive spots were. Even a goddess was unable to restrain their voice in the midst of pleasure, and Flayn heard every heavenly moan loud and clear. Her understanding of Nifl's most delicate spots was aided by the goddess's thighs squeezing her cheeks tightly whenever she struck a particularly sensitive spot. Their softness was a welcome reward for her efforts, as was how challenging they made it to breathe. Unsurprisingly, her clit was an extraordinarily sensitive spot, but Flayn's desire to impress led her to discover that sliding her tongue inside Nifl made her squirm uncontrollably.

"Oh… t-that's it…" Nifl cooed, her tone lacking the authority it once had, but she retained it with a tighter grasp around her new lover's head, and this helped Flayn learn that she wasn't being let go of this wonderful imprisonment until she brought the goddess to her climax. "It's been so long…"

As much as she was enjoying this, Flayn could not stand how idle the rest of her body was. Her hands were begging to grab and squeeze something, and considering Nifl was intoxicated by pleasure, it wouldn't be challenging to be a little cheeky. Flayn raised her hands, resting them on the back of Nifl's legs to test for a reaction, and upon not receiving any, she slid them up her dress. Flayn felt nothing but satisfaction course through her upon cropping a feel for Nifl's very squeezable butt, but she only got to enjoy their plumpness for a few seconds.

Nifl once again grabbed Flayn's hair, and the shock of it made her already fractured breathing even worse. Fortunately, Nifl backed off from her head, but this in turn revealed her red-stained face and the fluids soaking her mouth. Flayn didn't need to see herself to know she looked like a mess.

"You are a mischievous mortal," Nifl sneered. "Letting compliments get to your head."

Flayn gazed up, adoring the scowl on the goddess's face. Despite the physical aggression, her heart would not stop pounding tremendously, and her smile was unfaltering.

"P-Punish me, then…"

Nifl was fascinated by that response. It made one thing very clear to her-- she had been far too soft on this devious girl.

But she couldn’t be as forceful as she liked here. Therefore, she grabbed the girl by her collar, almost putting enough force into her neck to choke her. Flayn was not anticipating such physical force, nor was she expecting Nifl to actually drag her off somewhere, but she did not fight back against it. Why fight back against something that brought her such excitement? All she could do was wait-- and wonder why Nifl wasn’t choking her. She was asking for a punishment, after all…

Flayn soon received her answer when the goddess took her to her personal quarters… and promptly threw her onto her bed. Its comfort was short-lived as Nifl pounced on her, pinning her down with strength.

It was becoming increasingly clear to Flayn that Nifl had restrained herself. The location was definitely a limit, for the ground was cold and hard. Here, however? She could afford to be a little fierce without any fear of causing any genuine comfort.

Not wishing to give the girl any chance to say a thing(not that she would), Nifl swiftly lowered herself onto the girl's face. Flayn's reaction, aside from the initial yelp, remained a mystery to the goddess, for she was overwhelmed by the tranquility of pleasure as Flayn's tongue got to work, already as deep inside her as it could go.

And just to make sure she didn't use her hands inappropriately again, Nifl seized her wrists with her own hands, effectively locking the girl in place. She could still use her legs, and maybe she'd use them to try to kick herself free as she suffocated.

But Flayn continued to be full of surprises. Despite her obvious exhaustion, she continued to eagerly drink the nectar of the gods, and her sucks and licks never faltered in strength. Nifl didn't mind this one bit, of course, since the consistency of pleasure was guiding her to a swift orgasm. It was mind-boggling to think that this nervous wreck of a girl could learn how to eat pussy so well, and so swiftly too!

Nifl wondered if Flayn would consider staying here and devoting herself to being her servant.

No... the girl wouldn't want that.

She'd rather have a collar tied around her neck and forced to be her slave. From what little she had learned of the girl, something like that would be an obvious preference.

As entertaining as these fantasies were, Nifl could not keep them going for much longer. A familiar feeling was creeping up her spine, and it was sensational to feel it caused by something that wasn't her fingers. Tightening her grasp around Flayn's wrists, she felt the girl respond as she anticipated, speeding up the intensity of her licks-- as much as her strength would allow her, anyway. Flayn's efforts paid off wonderfully, for now Nifl was the one to experience countless chills running up and down her spine. Her body began to shiver, and yet, Flayn continued to pleasure her, lightly nibbling her clit and licking up all the new fluids she was producing.

"F-Flayn… ah…"

Nifl had tried her best to hold back her groans, noticing they had gotten awfully loud (which wasn't particularly helped by them being in a large temple where it echoed easily, but at least they were somewhat isolated now), but Flayn at least deserved some kind of reward. The voice of a goddess crying out her name in pure joy would suffice.

It wasn't clear when exactly Nifl's trace ended and she started to fade back to reality, but eventually she forced her shaky legs to stand. Flayn's smile was still ever-present even while she recuperated, and there was something extraordinary about seeing the panting girl completely drenched in her fluids.

Flayn’s body was undeniably thankful for the chance to rest, but Nifl didn’t want her to get too comfortable. She had enjoyed her time here, and now it was time for her departure.

"Get up."

Nifl offered a hand, and Flayn was surprised to receive the offer. Since she was still feeling weak, she accepted it, finally getting an opportunity to observe the bedroom. It was… rather plain, but who was she to question the sleeping quarters of a goddess? It made Flayn wonder what kind of life Nifl lived here though. Regardless, those were questions for another time, for she had tasted the nectar of the gods, and her thirst had not been quenched just yet.

"Your friends are safe, Flayn. They're waiting-"

...Nifl wasn't quite sure how to react when Flayn silenced her with a finger sinking into her lips. "...o goddess of ice. I surely have not done enough to satisfy you… please, let me do more, for the safety of my friends, who are undeniably awaiting rescue, and require me to make many sacrifices for your satisfaction…"

...ah, so Flayn was playing this game, was she? Nifl’s fascination for this little creature continued to grow.

She was thankful. The company was surprisingly appreciated, even if what they were doing was unorthodox.

Initially, she had planned to do nothing upon discovering a group of four being attacked by wild beasts in a snowstorm. Her decision to save them from an untimely demise was completely spontaneous; she preferred to keep to herself, and not deal with mortals outside of rites.

She was a little too late to stop them from passing out, but she managed to vanquish the beasts and bring the expedition group to her sanctuary, where she spent a good degree of time healing their frostbite. Caeda and Lyn were experienced warriors, so they recovered quickly. Julia was a mage and had some degree of resistance to the cold, so she was able to recuperate easily.

Flayn, however, was a very fragile thing, and needed to remain within the care of Nifl while she gradually cured her. The form of frostbite she has received was an enchanted form that those not native to Nifl were especially vulnerable to. It was predominantly a safeguard against Múspell, but Flayn had suffered from it far more than the others. It was strange, and made Nifl question her origins. Because of how vulnerable she was, it took quite some time to weave the magic out of her.

The other girls were still waiting for their companion, but Nifl had instructed them to not disturb her while she restored Flayn, lest they make her regret her impromptu decision to be kind to them.

Little did the goddess know that things would turn out like this.

She had already prepared a refusal to their offer… but Flayn's adorableness, and that tongue… it was all so...

Nifl knew then that she didn't want to say goodbye to this mischievous little thing so soon.

Flayn wished to remain oblivious to her friends' fates for the time being. Nifl honestly was not sure whether the girl believed her friends were in legitimate danger, but if the unknown was a turn-on for her, then Nifl wasn’t going to deny her the thrill.

It was quite fascinating watching the girl request a second round in her own way because of it. Nifl was amused too, not just at what Flayn had to say, but with the knowledge that she could theoretically keep the others waiting for as long as she wished.

Perhaps… Flayn had the right idea. Perhaps… if these girls truly wanted the aid of Nifl against the enemies of Askr… then perhaps they'd have to prove their conviction to their cause as well…

...well, except the one with a husband that had a dragon-slaying sword. Nifl did not want to tempt an unfortunate fate. The other two, however?

She smiled. She hadn't had such adventurous ideas in quite some time.

Perhaps she'd have time to think of some more whilst Flayn was trapped between her legs.

...Nifl couldn't help but giggle a little at the absurdity of that thought. She hadn’t laughed… in a long time, really. This girl was having quite the effect on her!

"I'm not yet satisfied, Flayn," Nifl stood up, a faint smirk coating her face. She gradually took off her cape, but she did not stop there, working on removing her dress as well.

Flayn was unsurprisingly mesmerized by her nude body. Nifl's body was slim, and her breasts were fairly large, something the girl clearly appreciated. Already, she was salivating!

Nifl recalled an earlier thought where she entertained the idea of Flayn worshipping her body from head to toe. Before, she wished to return Flayn to her friends quickly, wishing for the group to leave her domain as soon as possible, but now…

She was addicted to the girl's lips, and wished to be embraced by them all over. It mattered not if the others were left waiting; they'd likely investigate after a while anyway, and undoubtedly Flayn would love being caught in such a submissive state. Perhaps then, Nifl could challenge their conviction, and then…

She giggled again. This was going to be very exciting.

"If you really want your friends back so badly…"