(Biweekly Poll Winner) Solstice Shade (Ingrid/Reader from Fire Emblem)

Summer festivals were not an uncommon occurrence. In fact, they occurred far more frequently than other kinds of festivals.

For rather typical reasons, you had no problem with that. Many people you knew looked wonderful in swimsuits, a stark contrast to how fierce they could be in battle. You had the luxury of joining a selection of individuals on their trip to the beach, and while most had opted to have fun in the sun, another was a little hesitant.

Their reasons weren’t typical, however.

Ingrid had perched herself on a towel, intending to relax and take it easy. She was an individual initially hesitant to take some time off, but she was won over by the promise of wonderful tropical food.

That was why she was refraining from engaging in any activities with any of her fellow students. She had eaten… a little too much, and was feeling a tad bloated as a result. Ingrid was too stubborn to admit she was in pain because of that, and she likely didn't want to bother the others either. Fortunately, you noticed and interfered, taking her to some shady area and offering her a towel to relax on. It wasn’t much, but it was the only thing you could do presently. It would hopefully be enough for her to recuperate.

“Sorry about this,” she apologised, accepting the bottle of water you had bought for her. She sat up, taking several deep breaths before she chugged the water down rather dramatically. A little too dramatically, as much spilt out and slid down her chin, dripping down her chest into her barely visible cleavage. You hadn’t intended to look, but seeing the liquid drop down like that was incredibly alluring. Her body was unbelievably gorgeous, making it hard to believe that she could even be a glutton. Ingrid returned the empty bottle, breathing a little easier. “Ah, I needed that. My stomach still hurts a bit and it’s way too hot, but I feel a little better now. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” you accepted her thanks gracefully. “Everyone else was too excited to notice you were a little woozy.”

“You can go have fun if you like,” she offered. “I just need to relax here for a bit. Don’t let me hinder your fun.”

There were many reasons to decline that offer of hers. The majority of them were selfish and would make her suspicious. Fortunately, there was one very easy way out. “That’s fine. I’ve caught a little sun myself, so I should take a break.”

It was no lie. Ingrid hadn’t really noticed while dealing with her own issue, but after taking a good look at you, she realized your face was a fair bit red. You were wearing a shirt and shorts so the rest of your body was fine, but that would change should you opt to properly head out into the ocean. “Ah, you have. Well then, I won’t say no to some company. We could actually help each other, actually.”

“With what?”

Ingrid shuffled her mouth around a little, taking a moment to gather her thoughts. “Ah… on second thought, it won’t be necessary.”

“Are you sure?” you questioned her. Curiously, her tone was quiet and more reserved than the norm. That blush of hers was a little suspicious too, but you weren’t going to jump to a happy conclusion so hastily. It wasn’t like this was some sort of story where things unnaturally and miraculously slotted into place leading to a happy ending for those involved. This was reality.

“Ah… I…” she took a good look at you, notably paying attention to your shirt. Its design wasn’t anything too crazy, but it was rather thin.

As tempting as it was, you did not jump to the conclusion that she had the hots for you. Such things were unrealistic. You were sure she had some reason to be staring at you.

Ingrid slapped her face several times, raising her fists slightly, as if gathering her courage. “Okay, so… you’re gonna be heading out into the ocean soon, right?”

“Most likely, yeah.”

“You won’t want to wear that shirt, so-- how about you let me put some sunscreen on you? We both know today is way hotter than expected, so it will do you some good to have some protection, and this way you will be able to enjoy the ocean. You could also help put some on me in return, and we could enjoy the ocean together and have a really good time, and it’ll help me burn off everything I just ate too, so it sounds like a good idea to me.”

It took you a moment to process all that. It wasn’t challenging to deduce that she was making her suggestion not sound like a big deal by inflating it with all sorts of justification.

But you were perplexed. This was an unrealistic scenario. No girl would ever ask you to put sunscreen on her, let alone ask if she could put some on you! Were your silly fantasies actually coming true?

There had to be a catch. Sure, you got along with Ingrid, and you thought she was incredibly hot (right now in a literal sense), but come on!

“...is there a problem?” she sounded very shaky. Her voice snapped you back to reality, making you realize you had been staring at her rather emotionlessly.

“Oh, no no, it’s all good!” you reassured her hastily. “In fact, how about I put some sunscreen on you first? You are more exposed and… uh... I, uh, didn’t mean it like that, so-”

“I know, I know,” she giggled, smiling so warmly. “That sounds like a good idea to me.”

Ingrid was prepared for this scenario, reaching into her bag of supplies and bringing out the cream. She shuffled around in a way so she was sitting in front of you, granting access to her back.

You heard her breathe a little deeper, and you did the same as she reached her hands up to her shoulders, sliding off the straps of the upper part of her swimsuit, as well as unclipping the little additional things that helped keep it together.

It was very lucky that she couldn’t see you right now, for you were physically a mess. The mere idea that her breasts were presently exposed, and you couldn’t see them at all, was driving you mad!

Still, this was a rare opportunity to be a little more intimate with a girl. Well, you weren’t sure if it was accurate to describe this as intimate, but you were going to be forgetting about this anytime soon.

“...you can start with my back,” she said, her voice still ever so slightly jittery. She grabbed her long braided hair and carefully moved it to the side, granting you access to her naked back. “I don’t trust this to always keep it protected.”

This woman clearly had an idea of what she was doing, but wasn’t sure how to internally handle it all. You could relate to that last part.

Regardless, you had a job to do now. You poured some of the sunscreen into your hands, rubbing it throughout your hands. It was quite a chilly liquid, and that was made especially apparent once your fingers intersected with her warm back. Ingrid physically shivered, letting loose a groan that leaked her surprise, but also suggested she rather liked the change of temperature.

“O-Oh… that feels nice…” she let out a drawn-out hum.

You would have preferred she hadn’t said anything at all. That was not the tone of voice to use with somebody already a little turned on. You tried your best to stay stable, gently rubbing your hands in a circular motion, focusing on her lower back before moving upwards. You weren’t particularly sure if you were doing this correctly, but she seemed to be enjoying it… which was also not good for a multitude of reasons.

“...how does it feel?” you asked her, figuring it would be best not to stay silent. Besides… you were curious.

“W-Wonderful…” she stuttered. “It’s very cold… and I love that…”

Well, at least she was giving a reason that wasn’t lewd. It didn’t amend your fragile mind, but it didn’t break it even further.

“Mmm… don’t forget my shoulders…” she requested, noticing you had been avoiding that spot. It wasn’t intentional… at least not consciously. Taking a deep breath, you applied some of the cream and fulfilled her request, giving her a treatment that was akin to a massage. Ingrid’s body was wavering slightly from side to side, and she wouldn’t stop that hum of hers. You bit down hard on your lip, hoping it would make you hear her a little less. “Oh… and my neck too, please…”

You did as you were told, tickling the back of her neck with your fingers and covering it in the substance. While you were a little skeptical on whether to target the front of her neck as well, you figured there was no harm in doing so.

“While you’re there, can you cover my collarbone?”

You had no doubts any longer. Ingrid absolutely knew what she was doing. Either that, or she had an incredible amount of trust in you not to do anything inappropriate. Because of that possibility, you applied the sunscreen calmly and carefully, covering the area below her neck with cream while making sure you didn't touch anything inappropriate.

But when an inevitable finger sunk into something a little squishy than the rest of her body, your eyes widened. However, just as you were about to retreat your hand entirely...

“Mmm… a little lower…”

You should have expected her to say that.

Part of you didn’t want to, just in case, but… there really wasn’t any other reason, was there? You had no idea what was going through her head, but she was undoubtedly trying to get you to grope her.

You moved your hand a little lower, tickling the upper part of her breasts.

“Lower…”

You slid your hands down ever so slightly.

“L-Lower…”

The stutter in her voice sealed the deal. Your hands dropped down completely onto her breasts, your fingers sinking in while the palm of your hands tickled her nipples.

“A-Ah…” she moaned, finally looking back at you with a face so beautifully red… and it wasn’t because of the summer sun. Ingrid slightly leaned back, letting you observe her a little better by resting your head on her shoulder.

You saw way more than you thought you would.

While her breasts were mostly covered by your hands, you could see how physically large they really were. Cropping a feel gave you an idea, but now you knew that this girl was a fair bit bustier than you imagined.

...more importantly, she had a hand down her shorts, and it would not stop fidgeting.

Ah.

That explained why she was sounding so lewd.

You were snapped out of your thoughts when something unbelievably soft collided with your lips. Ingrid had taken advantage of your position, embracing you in an unexpected kiss. It did not last long, but it was sweeter than anything you had consumed today.

“S-Sorry…” she apologized, continuing before you had a chance to respond. “Your hands… felt so wonderful… so rough and strong… and I just couldn’t hold back anymore… I hope you don’t think badly of me…”

“Ah… I… don’t,” you answered calmly, hoping she wouldn't notice that you were just as unstable inside as she was. “But... I didn’t expect you to be so forward.”

“I could say the same about you!” Ingrid snarled adorably “Taking a girl to some secluded location… offering to stay with her… don’t tell me you didn’t have some ulterior motive…”

“H-Hey… I was just trying to help!” you were honest… mostly. She wasn’t exactly wrong in her accusation; there was a part of you motivated by a desire to spend time with her, but you didn’t expect things to escalate quite like this!

Something like this was reserved for silly stories, after all.

...but well, those stories had to be inspired by something, you supposed.

As much as she was enjoying the grasp you had around her boobs, Ingrid had a new idea, and that took priority. She suddenly stepped up, discarding the remainder of her swimwear, not caring that she was exposing everything to you. It was such a sudden action that you didn’t get a clear look at her before she climbed onto your lap, pushing you back against a nearby rock.

“I-Ingrid… this is risky…” you knew what she wanted, but you were a little concerned. Someone catching you putting sunscreen on her would be awkward, yes, but it was a justifiable action. This, however? Absolutely not.

“Knights sometimes take risks,” she counterattacked.

“In battle, not the beach.”

Ingrid didn’t care for your rebuttal, opting to cut you off with a kiss. Her strategy was a wonderful one, as all it took was the smoothness of her lips to dispatch your doubt.

...and just in case, she started to slide her hips back and forth, stimulating something that was not hard to miss.

There was no way out of this, was there?

...well, it wasn’t like you wanted to escape.

You sighed and gave in, pulling her closer and taking advantage of her gained height by bombarding her tits with kisses. She hummed approvingly, but the moans did not start until you greedily and unexpectedly took a nipple into her mouth. Ingrid groaned loudly, latching onto your hair tightly while you pinched her other nipple with your hand.

“Ah… ah… t-that feels… ah…”

Determined to keep her in this wonderful trance, you sucked and pinched harder, enjoying the slightly salty taste of her breasts. You squeezed her breast as much as you could, relishing in the delicious meal that was her body.

Ingrid’s stability only worsened as a result, but her arousement granted her the strength she needed to grind faster against your crotch. When you finally let go of her breasts, her face was stained red. Now that she wasn’t so immobilized anymore, she backed off slightly, but it was only to hurriedly take off your shorts and force your shirt off, leaving you just as naked as she was.

“I need you…”

You still didn’t know how long this girl had been interested in you, or if this was perhaps just a spur of the moment. You honestly didn't care right now though, especially after hearing her say that.

Your breathing grew as rugged as hers when you felt something very humid slide against your shaft. She lewdly moaned at the sensation, and you couldn’t restrain your own groans either.

Feeling her pussy grind against your cock was magnificent… but the thought of being inside her was a little daunting. The pleasure would undeniably escalate to a level you weren’t so sure you could handle… but there was only one way to find out for certain.

Ingrid, as much as she was mesmerised by your hard shaft rubbing against her most sensitive spot, was very eager to jump to the main act. She reluctantly lifted herself up, clenching your member with her silky hand and lifting it skyward. Satisfied with its positioning, she rubbed the tip against her pussy, finding the sweet spot that would let both your euphoria soar to the heavens.

Ingrid’s arousement, paired with her determination, paired off. The woman wasted no time in lowering herself, not letting any pain dampen her efforts. Breaching her entrance was a very noticeable feeling, and as your head sunk in, all you could think about was how compact she felt. She groaned with a voice so lustful that it was hard to process that it was coming from her of all people. Her expression still indicated she was struggling a little with all the new sensations, but you knew that wasn’t going to stop Ingrid. Inch by inch, your cock sunk in deeper, until after a few extraordinary moments, you were fully inside her.

Both you and Ingrid took a breather, needing to get used to pretty much everything. Her walls were clenching you madly, satisfying all your sensitive parts. Likewise, your mass was stretching her out wildly, giving her the same treatment. It was the perfect fit.

“Ingrid…” you muttered agonizingly. You weren’t in pain. Far from it, in fact! Her pussy felt too good!

Ingrid opened her mouth, but no words came out. Realizing she simply couldn’t speak right now, she answered the only way she could-- by smacking her lips against yours. This third kiss was far feistier than the last, and your eyes widened when you felt her tongue beg for entry. You accepted her request quickly, and your tongues started to twirl around each other.

It was during this wonderful embrace that she began to carefully raise and lower herself. Her rhythm was slow and tender, but both you and she could feel the tranquility that was your cock sliding in and out of her. She moaned loudly and messily into her mouth, and you answered in turn, greedily exchanging saliva with her. She accelerated at a fair pace, and soon enough, she was properly riding you. Ingrid grasped your shoulders tightly, using them for support whilst using her natural strength to fuck you at a constantly accelerating pace.

Her taking charge like this wasn’t unexpected in the slightest. You adored it, in fact-- you were able to experience how unbearably turned on she was by now feral she had become.

The only problem you had now was that you weren’t going to last long.

Ingrid, as if sensing your brewing turmoil, answered the question you couldn’t ask by continuing to speed up. Her body wanted you to fill her up, and you would be damned if you said you didn’t want to cum inside her too.

Your hands, previously wrapped around her waist, slipped down her back. You grasped her ass tightly, disrupting her rhythm and making her moan. You could tell she was distracted by bliss when she started to lose the tongue war. Although you sadly couldn’t see it, you were having fun digging your fingers into her ass and teasingly spanking it. Without a doubt, it was larger than her breasts.

Once you had your fun with it, you held onto it tightly, opting to push your crotch up as much as you could. Ingrid didn’t mind being the lead here and neither did you, but this way, you could intensify both the pleasures you were feeling.

The results were magnificent. You were sliding in and out of her, and pushing up against her cervix, far faster than before. Ingrid was strong, but fairly light, and both of these traits were working well together.

Ingrid couldn’t keep this up any longer. She pulled away from your head, her breathing unbearably unstable.

But that didn’t slow her down in the slightest. You were both in sync, and as if to help encourage your efforts, the volume of her moans escalated.

...however, they weren’t quite as loud as the constant slapping of her crotch and thighs against your own. The sound of sex wouldn’t stop amplifying, and hearing her voice grow so distorted was the cherry on top.

You gazed at Ingrid’s face, and although she looked so awfully lewd, she looked so beautiful too.

Ingrid cried out your name several times, her voice never swaying from volatility. “Ah… I’mah… cuuhmmiinng…”

As soon as she warned you, you experienced her orgasm through so many senses.

Her body was drenched in sweat, and wouldn’t stop shaking. Her voice was broken beyond repair. The smell of sex, whilst absurdly strong, had never smelt so intoxicating. The taste of her sweat and saliva still lingered in your mouth, and Ingrid attempted to silence her moans by providing a fresh batch of those liquids too.

But most importantly, you could feel the shockwave rampaging through her body. Her pussy tightened up dramatically and suddenly, squeezing your cock with such a tenacious grip that it triggered your own climax. You groaned into each other’s mouths while your own tidal wave of pleasure raged throughout your body. Your load breached her cervix, overwhelming her young and fertile womb with white, sticky cum. Your cum.

Each climax lasted for what felt like an eternity. The pleasure was nothing short of indescribable, and you were both experiencing it thanks to the other. However, all good things had to come to an end. It took some time for clarity to return to both you and Ingrid, but you settled on cuddling for some time while you both recovered your strength. Even though your bodies were previously hot and soaked in sweat, it was suddenly a little chilly.

“...wow…” Ingrid finally spoke after some time. “I… ah… can’t believe we did that…”

While a little out of it still, she managed to climb off your lap, watching your cock take some time to leave her pussy. When she was finally freed, she noticed immediately that she was dripping cum.

“You came inside…”

“Sorry…” you apologized, even though she didn’t sound displeased. It felt like the appropriate thing to say.

“Ah… it’s fine…” she didn’t sound too convincing, but considering she wasn’t freaking out, neither were you. Ingrid sat back down on the towel beside you, resting her head on your shoulder. “That was… wonderful.”

“It was.”

“...and I can’t believe we got away with it.”

You were shielded quite well by the rocks, and you figured that even though everything was terrifyingly intense, both you and her would have heard someone approach. She was right. You really did get away with it.

“Well, let’s not get too complacent,” you made a point. “We should find the others before they wonder where we are.”

“Ah, but we can’t!” Ingrid was quick to interject.

“Why not?”

Ingrid smirked at you. It was playful, and the slightest bit cheeky. “Well, I haven’t put sunscreen on you yet, silly, and you haven’t finished putting it on me either!”

...Ah.

You were going to be here for a while.

This was a bizarre summer trip. It wasn’t the vacation you were expecting… but that didn’t mean you were complaining.

You didn’t see anyone again until sunset.

You were asked by many where you and Ingrid were. The story you both came up with was that you went exploring and got a little lost. You just hoped that there wasn’t any visible cum leaking out of her pussy, or around her tits, or her mouth.

Ingrid had literally milked you dry. She was happy to do so, claiming it was a great way to burn off the fat she had put on.

Everyone seemed to buy the story.

Well, mostly everyone.

Dorothea gave you a very suspicious look, but soon replaced it with a smile and commented on Ingrid’s own.

The next day, Ingrid asked you if you and she could go to that spot you and she found the previous day.

She winked when no one was looking.

It was fortunate you had no real plans for this summer vacation, for Ingrid had booked your company for the entirety of it.

But you didn't mind.

Why would you?