(Biweekly Poll Winner) A Song So Serene (Annette/Kiran from Fire Emblem)

Although you were responsible for summoning heroes to Askr, your duties extended far beyond that. You were also the Order of Heroes’ primary tactician, and because of that, you always made sure to aid heroes whenever possible in your spare time. By forging bonds with them, you were certain their battle prowess would improve.

It was a challenge, of course. There were so many responsibilities.

But also so many rewards to reap.

One such reward… was an unexpected one, and came from an unexpected person.

Annette was a fairly recent addition to Askr’s army, and although she had other heroes from her world to mingle with, she found herself in your presence quite often.

You weren’t quite sure why, at least not at first. It was nice that she wanted to know you better, and you certainly wanted to learn more about her too, but her constant presence in your life was a little bewildering. She’d often invite you to tea, and ask for assistance in battle matters. She was clingy, to say the least.

...eventually, you did figure out why-- the girl had a bit of a crush on you.

...but you only realized when she was on all fours, teasingly licking the tip of your cock…

Annnete had asked you earlier in the day if you could help her with her singing. It wasn’t so much the singing part that she needed aid with, but the capability to sing without losing one’s nerve.

She had asked you because you had already caught her singing one of her made-up songs-- numerous times, in fact. Getting caught had greatly embarrassed the girl, but your insistence on her having a good voice did provide some relief.

There was an upcoming singing contest being held in the Concert Hall that she claimed was the reason she wanted to boost her confidence. She believed she needed help, as otherwise, she would not be successful in the competition.

It was a reasonable request, but you couldn’t help but notice her shaky voice and constant lip-biting whenever she waited for you to reply. It was a little distracting.

You hadn’t actually heard of such an event occurring, but it sounded like a plausible recreational activity, and naturally, you wanted her to do well if she was participating.

That’s what you told her, at least.

She claimed she suffered from a bit of stage fright, and that if she didn’t cure it, her singing attempt would doubtlessly be a disaster. She needed to be in perfect condition, for one simple screw-up could shatter her serenity.

It all sounded so reasonable, but there was a flaw in her story. You kept your mouth shut, however, curious to see where she’d go with her tale.

Annette asked that rather than sing in front of you, which is what you expected, it would be better if she boosted her confidence through an... unorthodox method.

She had heard that an effective strategy was to do something insanely embarrassing unrelated to singing. If successful, it would make the thought of singing in front of an audience sound like child’s play in comparison. It sounded like a reasonable plan, until you asked her what that insanely embarrassing thing was.

The warm blush that formed on her face, almost matching her hair, hastily raised your suspicions. You recalled her tapping her fingers together, avoiding eye contact, and just looking like a complete mess.

Eventually, she finally confessed that she wanted to do… lewd things.

The way she spoke was something you found adorable. The nerves were relentless, and you remembered watching her try her best to swallow them.

It was this tenacious timidness that made it clear that Annette had a thing for you, as there was no way she’d ask unless she had some degree of attraction and affection. You couldn’t imagine her asking this of anybody else, at least.

To help bring some composure back to the girl, you agreed. Naturally, that wasn’t the only reason you agreed to her proposition. You weren’t exactly going to say no to a cute girl wanting to do lewd things now, were you? Of course, you did genuinely want to help her, and that was your number one priority... but it was nice knowing you’d get to benefit a little too.

Annette lit up when you told her you’d help, but her fortitude quickly fell back to pieces once she took out your cock.

...only to restore itself instantaneously when the curious girl slid her tongue against your glans, sampling some of your pre-cum.

You had expected her to start simple with a handjob, but she was quick to jump into things, rushing directly into using her mouth.

It wasn’t too surprising in hindsight; she could sing, after all, so perhaps she had a feeling she could put her mouth to good use with something else too. That was your dumb theory.

What you didn’t expect was for her to completely lose it upon tasting a man’s cock for the first time.

A curious lick quickly turned into a curious suck as she took the head of your member into her curious mouth. She experimented immediately, learning she wasn’t capable of taking in much.

At first.

You found it hard to believe that she was actually nervous about doing such a thing. She was sucking your dick with such extravagant force, taking in more and more while she adjusted to the pressure.

Within minutes, you started to wonder if this was even the same girl. It was astonishing watching how much she could now take without showing any signs of slowing down. Annette was fairly petite, yet she was able to take your cock with no complaints, even as it stretched her mouth open so much that the twin loops of her hair were probably smaller in comparison.

Why were you even making such a ridiculous comparison in the first place?

The pleasure was absurd. It was melting your capability to even think in a way that made sense.

Annette’s mouth was humid beyond belief, and her lips and tongue sliding across your sensitive shaft were mesmerizing. You found your mind drifting for what felt like an eternity, recalling how this even happened in the first place.

The girl had really taken you to one corner, asked if she could do lewd things with you because she wanted to boost her confidence, and had promptly taken your dick into her mouth, sucking on it wildly as if she was a pro.

What the heck?

“Mmm… mmm… Iloveittt...” she hummed constantly, her voice expressing so much joy for what she was doing. You could only begin to imagine what the heck was going through this girl’s mind right now. Was it as volatile as yours presently was?

Was this a spontaneous decision, or had she planned to do this? It was hard to speculate beyond that, as every time she experimented with how much she could take in (resulting in her taking in even more), you were jolted back to reality.

Therefore, you emptied your thoughts entirely, letting the unyielding pleasure take over. You calmly placed your hand on the top of her head, signifying your approval, and also finding satisfaction in how you could feel her head move back and forth.

In time, you started to realize something rather perplexing. You couldn’t tell if it was adorable or sexy, or if it was a strange mix of both.

Annette’s hums-- borderline moans, were not random. She was mumbling the tune of one of her songs.

The discovery of this was bewildering. Her melodies had only pleasured your ears before, but now they were pleasuring your cock…?

This was all so hard to process!

Annette was sucking your cock!

Was this a dream? Was one of the fairies playing some sort of prank on you?

You sat back down on your bed, hoping it would bring some degree of stability back to your being. You were really glad she had asked to meet with you in your room, especially since there was nothing theoretically stopping her from pulling you to one side in a risky location. Your mind would have been destroyed if that actually happened.

Naturally, sitting down didn’t stop Annette’s passionate blowjob. She merely rested her hands on your thighs, sucking your member without showing any signs of slowing down. You watched the adorable girl go at it, and you faced a triumvirate of emotions.

There was some guilt. She was the most adorable, innocent thing! At least, you thought she was! Still though!

Surprise was prominent. You still could not fully comprehend what was happening, and you doubted you would for a long time still.

There was an extraordinary amount of joy. The way you saw your cock shimmering with saliva whenever she briefly pulled away was fascinating.

Finally, at long last, Annette overexerted itself. She had done a wonderful job at taking in so much of your length, managing over half with ease, but it was when she tried to gobble up so much that her nose was almost tickling your skin, that she found her limit.

Annette coughed rapidly after releasing your shaft, struggling to gather her composure. You observed your member momentarily, finding it hard to believe that the majority of it was actually inside her mouth-- a mere inch or two away from her throat!

“...Annette, are you okay?” you asked her, your voice a little tainted from all the emotions you were experiencing.

Her coughing came to a close fairly quickly, but her breathing was taking a longer time to rejuvenate. “I-I’m okay… I, ah… oh… d-did I… really just… do that…?”

“Yes… yes, you did…”

You weren’t doing so great with your breathing either. It was a miracle she hadn’t left you fully speechless.

“I’m sorry… I… ah…” Annette murmured. The intensified bashful look on her face made it clear some resemblance of dignity had returned to her. “When I saw it… I was so curious… and then I licked it, and I just… lost myself…”

“There’s nothing to be ashamed about,” you told her, realizing she was experiencing a bit of an internal crisis right now. You could hardly blame her. “It felt good. Really good. Where did you learn to do that?”

“I-I don’t know…!” Annette confessed. “Mercie gave me some pointers, but…”

Well, that answered one of your earlier questions.

“...so you had planned to do this, huh?” you asked her, keeping as much of a neutral tone as your recovering body would allow.

“W-Well, yes, I did say there I wanted to boost my confidence for the singing-”

“Annette,” you interrupted her, speaking firmly. “There is no singing contest. You made that up, didn’t you?”

The girl’s eyes widened.

She had been caught.

Part of you didn’t want to expose her lie, for it would doubtlessly make her face even hotter in color than her hair! However, you knew it was best if she was honest with you. Manipulation wasn’t her strong suit, and you remembered sensing some degree of guilt in her voice when she talked about the alleged singing contest. She didn’t feel too good about how she was doing things.

When her eyes started to glisten, you knew you had to intervene.

“It’s okay, Annie,” you spoke calmly to her, stroking her hair suddenly. The change in your voice, in addition to the sudden warmth of your hand, fortunately distracted her. It allowed her to focus on what you had to say. “I understand why you lied to me, even if I thought your excuse was rather… out there. My point is-- you could have just asked me.”

Annette was able to hold back the tears thanks to your words, but she found it challenging to speak.

But when she did, you felt your heart break a little. She wasn’t crying, but she sounded like she was!

“I-I’m so sorry…” Annette muttered. “I… didn’t want you to think badly of me… asking for something like that… I was afraid you’d think I was weird...”

The juxtaposition of this girl fiercely sucking your dick during one moment, to then becoming a stuttering mess on the verge of your tears during the next, was not left unnoticed.

“Why would I think badly of you?” you asked her, but intending to keep it rhetorical, you continued. “Look, I have an idea. Climb onto my lap, okay?”

Annette took some time to process your request, but she eventually complied, finding a comfortable position on your lap.

Her mind was in shambles. That wasn’t good.

Well, the bad part was that it wasn’t in disorder the right way.

Luckily, you improvised quite the solution.

With Annette now on your lap, she possessed a significant height advantage, now towering over you by about a head… which left her neck quite exposed.

Any kind of negative thought or troubling emotion shattered immediately when your lips embraced her neck. You were taking quite the gamble on its sensitivity, but when you heard her yelp, you knew everything was going to be okay. Taking advantage of her stunned state, you kissed her neck again, eventually consuming it with a barrage of smooches that immobilized her completely.

But she wasn’t completely reactionless. Her small, adorable whimpers escalated in intensity alongside the acceleration of your kisses, morphing into loud, unyielding moans. The girl’s hands subconsciously grasped your shoulders, holding on for dear life as her balance grew unstable. You wrapped your own arms around her, reassuring her that she was safe and secure.

For some time, you embraced her neck, listening to the tranquility of her hums. The instability of her mind unfortunately made it so they didn’t resemble a recognizable song, but you liked to believe that you simply weren’t recognizing the tune because she was in the midst of creating it.

Ultimately, there was only so much neck kissing you were happy to provide until you started desiring more.

Annette’s body was a bit of an enigma. Her Garreg Mach uniform left her completely covered, leaving everything to the imagination. Now that she had sucked your cock and you had restored her lust, you believed it was only fair you got to see what she looked like.

“Annie…” you breathed softly into her neck, intoxicating her even further. “I want to see you…”

There was some degree of hesitation, but she could not deny that she was incredibly turned on… perhaps more so than when she was sucking your dick.

She knew you really wanted this. She knew you wanted her.

Annette slid off your lap rather awkwardly, her body a little shaky thanks to the unexpected neck massage.

“...I, uhm… I do not think my body is impressive…” she confessed her insecurities, and you appreciated her having the confidence to voice her concerns. She knew you would not mock her, and she had learned it was best to be honest.

“I don’t care what you look like, Annie,” you told her. “I will love your body, because it belongs to you.”

You could tell you were making her swoon a bit with how she almost tripped while standing, but miraculously, she managed to keep herself together.

Your words were not a means to get into her pants. You were genuine with everything you had to say. Your heart wouldn’t be pounding this much, otherwise.

Just as you were oblivious to her crush on you, so were you oblivious to your crush on her.

Annette was still feeling shy, but you had provided her the boost of confidence she needed to strip. She did so a little awkwardly, traces of hesitation making her pause, but she pushed through, using all the determination she could muster.

You could understand why she thought her body was unimpressive. She didn’t offer much in the way of breast size, and was arguably more flat than anything.

Fortunately for her, you quite liked that, and you had already thought of a way to express your love for her figure.

Annette was most nervous when it came to completely taking off her underwear, but she eventually realized she had come this far already, so there wasn’t much else to hide.

Now left in the nude, the girl shyly hid her most secretive parts with her hands, finding it hard to avoid eye contact.

“You don’t have to hide, Annie,” you told her. “You’re very beautiful.”

“...you’re just saying that…” she murmured.

“No, I’m genuine,” you responded with haste. “If you don’t believe me, let me prove it to you. Lay down on the bed, and I’ll show you what I mean.”

Naturally, she had a pretty accurate guess regarding what you wanted to do, and even though she was incredibly embarrassed, she could not help but be curious about your proposition. Her desires were enough to break through her shy barrier, and although she was wobbly with her movement, she eventually climbed onto your bed and laid down.

It was now up to you to dismantle the rest of her timidness. You climbed onto her, targeting her neck immediately. It was a familiar sensation that would let her ease into everything else you wanted to do.

But you didn’t stay there for long. Your lips started to slide down her body, planting intoxicating kisses on her collarbone. Annette knew that you were going to keep going down further, but it was challenging to feel embarrassed about it when the serenity of your lips felt so good against her sensitive skin.

But when you reached her breasts, she could not help but comment. “...they’re small… I-I’m sorry…”

There was a stereotype that all men preferred larger breasts, and while that undeniably applied to a lot of people… you were not one such person. You liked them, of course, but you greatly appreciated what a smaller chest could offer.

They were adorable, for one. Even though there wasn’t much there, that didn’t mean you couldn’t pinch and squeeze them, and Annette’s reactions made it clear she hadn’t experimented with touching them this way.

Her nipples, ironically, were not so small. The cold air tickling them had hardened them up, which made them incredibly fun to twist and tease.

To make sure she fully understood that you adored what she had to offer, you took one of her nipples into your mouth, sucking on the nub greedily and lubricating it endlessly with your tongue.

Even though she was lying down, Annette felt her balance begin to falter. She grabbed onto your hair, holding onto it tightly-- perhaps too tightly, but you didn’t mind; what the action implied made it more than worth it.

“O-Oh… T-That feels good…”

You were glad she was enjoying this, but you had no plans to nibble on her breasts forever.

It was captivating seeing the slight pout form on her face upon letting go. She knew you were teasing her, but she’d soon learn that you simply wanted to grant her a pleasure even grander than this.

Working down her stomach and planting kisses on her belly made her giggle, but her purrs indicated she was enjoying it. As you made your way further down, she started to process where your destination was, and she started to shiver a little.

It wasn’t from any fear, however. She was ready for this! The anticipation was just too much!

Annette had sucked your cock so well. It was now fair you returned the favor, and you couldn’t wait to dig in.

When your tongue slid against her drenched folds, you immediately understood why she had lost it upon licking your glans. The taste was strong, but very sweet. However, it was the knowledge of what you were doing, and her subsequent reaction, that was the kicker.

It was maddening!

Those sudden, excruciating moans of hers were arguably more tranquil to listen to than any of her songs. Annette was unable to comprehend the heavenly pleasure pulsating throughout her body, only able to somewhat illustrate it with untamed groans.

You liked how she sounded, and wanted to hear more of this wild, illustrious voice of hers.

You liked how she tasted too, so it was convenient you could please both your taste buds and ears simultaneously.

With incredible vigor, you started to eat her out. You were experimental initially, learning where her most sensitive spots were, and upon discovering those, those became your focus. The grip she had on your hair tightened dramatically as a result, as if she didn’t want you to ever leave the gap between her legs. Luckily for her, you had no plans to do so.

In fact, she was so determined not to let you go that her thighs ended up crashing against your face, sealing you between her legs. Her creamy legs were serene against your cheeks, and you quickly learned that focusing on her clit made her squeeze your head a little more with them, so that’s exactly what you did.

“Oh… ohhhhh… itfeelssoooogooooodd…!”

Her singing voice was orderly and clean.

But now? It was hard to believe those songs had come from the same vocal cords.

It wasn’t just her voice that was approaching a state of disarray. Her body was in shambles, trembling with a ferocity that would not stop expanding.

When her body suddenly started to jolt, and her voice became so broken she could only make incomprehensible sounds, you knew her climax had struck her like lightning. Even so, you continued to eagerly eat her out, wishing for her pleasure to be prolonged as much as possible.

It was only when she started to gradually calm down that you retreated from her body, allowing you to observe the damage you had done to her. Her body was saturated in sweat, and the look she was giving you expressed so much fatigue… but also so much need.

“...I want more…” she spoke quietly, and so, so softly. There was no shame in her voice any longer; Annette knew what she wanted.

You knew what you wanted too, and if she was inviting you so eagerly, it would be awfully rude to deny her, wouldn’t it?

There was some thought on whether or not this was going too fast or not, but you supposed the time to question that had long since passed. Considering your mutual attraction and admiration for each other, it was unlikely there would be any regrets.

Rubbing your sensitive shaft against her sensitive snatch was mind-boggling, eliminating any random, distracting thoughts immediately. Annette purred, her voice still shaky thanks to her earlier climax, but it was clear she cherished how overwhelming it all felt.

“...pleeeaaasee…” she begged. Her eyes were glistening, and although her smile was weak, it still expressed so much of her euphoria.

Knowing full well it was her first time, you were extraordinarily slow with pushing into her. It initially took some time to find her entrance, but when you did, it became apparent that it would be a tight fit. Slotting in your head alone was enough to make her wince, almost making you pull out again, but she hastily grabbed your wrist before you could leave her warmth. You glanced back at her expression, discovering the sheer desire that painted it.

Satisfied she’d be okay, you slid further inside it, finding the task to be tough with how compact she was. Regardless, you kept pushing further inside, watching her face and listening to her adorable sounds carefully for any signs of discomfort.

Those signs never came. Annette was adjusting well to the pressure, and even as you saw her start to bleed and she started to cry… she still smiled.

She even giggled.

Annette was undeniably experiencing pain… but she was also feeling an incredible amount of joy, and the former’s presence was not dwindling the latter one bit.

“...I can… feel it…” she hummed. Despite everything, she had regained her voice somewhat, and those adorable sounds of hers were incredibly rewarding. Pleasure was triumphant over pain, and she was starting to realize how wonderful intimacy was.

In the end, she managed to take every single inch of your member with minimal difficulty. You stayed within her for some time, basking in how enchanting the snug fit was.

“...y-you can move…” she eventually noticed how stationary you were, figuring you needed some reassurance.

Her hums were captivating, but quiet. That changed as soon as you started to thrust, accelerating as she loosened up and it became easier to take her. Her voice amplified in volume, enough to even make you worry a little! She had expressed her strong voice quite well when being eaten out, but you had a feeling she couldn’t quite handle being rubbed in all the right areas simultaneously. Annette was borderline screaming at this point, but you would be lying if you said you didn’t enjoy it! You were making her voice sound this way, and it only continued to amplify as you pounded her.

“Ahh… ahhh… r-right there…”

You were almost tempted to ask her to sing for you, but you weren’t quite willing to risk ruining the mood. Instead, you kept giving her what she wanted, ramming her as fast as your muscles would allow. Her body, shivering with sweat, was beautiful to look at. The way her small breasts danced in rhythm with your thrusts was a sight you hoped would never forget.

Annette eventually noticed you were watching her tainted expression, and knowing full well she looked like a mess, she adorably hid her face from your eyes.

You didn’t mind; she couldn’t restrain her voice so easily, after all, and that was one of the things you revered about her the most.

Keeping up at your pace was quite the test, however. Your body was starting to run out of stamina, and if you slowed down, so too would the beauty of her moans. You weren’t quite ready to say goodbye to those just yet, but it was challenging with how tight she still was, even if she had loosened up a little.

On the bright side, it did mean that every inch of your member was being soaked in tranquility, and there was only so much of that it could take before your end started to approach.

...it absolutely wasn’t helping that her pussy was ridiculously humid either, and the warmth was only increasing with time. It was incredible!

But... it was making it hard to think, and you feared that if you weren’t processing things correctly, you’d do something risky and-

“Cum inside me…”

It was the faintest of whispers, but to you, it was deafening. Those three intoxicating words repeated in your mind endlessly, making a home and not paying rent.

You couldn’t handle this anymore. The pleasure was excruciating, yet so draining, and those delightful words were beyond invigorating. All these emotions were just too much for you to handle.

Not one thought was dedicated to whether or not you should do this. Your body was making that decision for you, anyway.

You collapsed on top of Annette upon feeling your release. Your energy was spent, and all you could do was hold onto her while you let loose everything deep inside her. Annette’s surprise was clear in the tones of her voice, but the shock was by no means unpleasant. She held onto you, letting you pump her womb full with your semen.

“Mmm… I feel your cummy cum cum, in my tummy tum tum, and it’s yummy yum yum~”

How she managed to sing that with a straight face was one of the world’s many mysteries. To think... you decided not to ask her to sing in fear it would ruin the mood…

Her little comment was ridiculous.

But damn, did it make you grin so hard it hurt!

Annette wrapped her arms around you, and for some time, you stayed within her grasp. It was extraordinarily comforting, but the moment could not last forever; a certain somebody was curious about something rather cheeky.

“...sooooo…” Annette giggled. “How would you rate my performance?”

You were still in the midst of recovering, so you weren’t sure how to comprehend nor answer her question. “What do you mean…?”

“The singing contest,” she clarified. “How would you rate my performance?”

Ah.

She was doing this now, was she?

That cheeky face of hers said it all.

“What am I rating it out of?”

“Hmm… let’s say… rate it out of five sta-”

“Five. Five stars.”

“Ehehe, I thought you’d say that!”