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A happy buzz filled Ylisstol as the capital prepared for the royal wedding. The Exalt was finally taking his betrothed in matrimony, and though there were concerns of her lineage by the pompous and ignorant, the love they shared was unquestionable. A tight bond that would keep them entwined together from now until their last days, and nearly as tight as a blood-shared family.

Nearly.

—

Wedding bells tolled outside, signifying the day of the newly-crowned exalt’s wedding. His subjects, his allies, and of course his dear friends were all awaiting his arrival to the cathedral. There was still quite a bit of time yet, but there was already a clear, infectious fervor in the air that reached high into the flawless blue skies.

“Aah! Oooh, Chrom~”

“The groom-to-be heard the bells and it spurred him on. His legs shifted out of his trousers as he clutched the woman in his arms even tighter. His fingers dug into her hips as her perky tits bounced in her loosened dress. Her own thighs wrapped around his back to keep herself atop his thick, throbbing cock. Her shoulders dug into the stone wall behind them as they locked lips again.

This wasn’t his bride - this wasn’t the shy-but-brave dancer that had so swiftly captured his heart. This was a woman he knew even closer, for far far longer. This was the woman he’d first shared his steps into adulthood with as they mourned the loss of someone near and dear to them.

“Gods...L-Lissa.”

The perky healer giggled as she tickled her brother’s chin with her puckered lips. Her gloves reached around his neck and twirled through the hairs over his nape. Bright eyes locked with his as the surviving siblings leaned in for another passionate kiss.

"Heh, you better not take too long, Chrom. I’m not gonna be the one to explain why you’re late for your own wedding you know~” she chided him. Her teasing words and twitching loins resonated with her older brother as he pinned her further into the wall. She struggled to hold on as he shook her in her loose dress. “O-Ooooh...y-your suit,”

“I’ve got another one,” he grunted back to her warning. His hands left his sister’s hips in favor of clutching her plush rear. “Gods, where do you hide thi-his?”

“D-Don’t ask a girl about tha-hahaaaaa-t!” Lissa gasped as her body shook from a minor orgasm. Chrom had the decency to slow down to tepid strokes while his baby sister settled back to normal. “Y-You dummy.”

Chrom huffed at her antics. “And you’re sure you don’t want another round?”

Lissa bit her lips, not able to meet his eyes. Her brother abruptly thrust up in her snatch, making her squeak and moan, “Oh noooooo- w-we can’t."

“I know we can’t - but do you?” Chrom asked her calmly. He shifted his grip around until he had a hand on her breast and the other wrapped around her back. He fondled his sister’s breasts, enjoying the hiccups and squeaks she was trying to hide. “I know you Lissa - I know what happens when you get more...mischievous.”

Lissa shook her head in denial. He wasn’t willing to back down yet though and grabbed her breast before roughly pulling it towards him. “Mmmmmph!~”

Chrom leaned in, past his sister’s blushing, slightly bloody lip where she bit down too far, and towards her twitching ear “I know what you want when you get like that~” he growled.

“N-N-No-no-nooo...”

His sister actually let go of his back and let her legs drop to the floor. The way he’d pinned her left her toes struggling to tap on the ground. Chrom actually slowed down and let her finally catch her breath before she mumbled, “We agreed, Chrom - one round only. I don’t want you burning out on poor Olivia tonight.”

Her words were sincere to a fault, and he obeyed her wishes. One round only - one load in her snatch, and they’d have to whisk away to the chapel. With a final nod, he resumed his pace, intent to finish before time ran short.

Lissa flashed him a grateful smile through her flushed cheeks and drooling lips. Her tongue licked up spit and blood as she started bouncing on his crotch again. He leaned in and lightly kissed her, cleaning the mess away. Lissa’s eyes rolled back as she lightly played with his tongue. When he pulled away, she couldn’t help but give one last cheeky barb.

“It wouldn’t do for the bride to outlast the groom, would it~?”

—

The years flew by in a flash, and with them came war and ruin. But such dark days drew distant as the world pressed on to a happy, brighter future. Such a future-forward day that came to another royal wedding between just and gallant Prince Inigo and his beloved Morgan.

—

“D-Dad, I need to-oooooh~"

Morgan arched back, head hitting the mirror as her father’s cock brushed a particularly erogenous spot in her velvet walls. Her gloved hands dug into his wrists as he made her body writhe in pure delight. Her ivory white bridal lingerie was covered in sweat as her ample rump dug into the stool before the vanity set.

“I’m not the one who said we had time for a quickie, Morgan,” Robin shook his head and chuckled. He knew his mischievous daughter’s game by now, and he wasn’t about to let her pin the blame on him. Instead, he appraised the bride’s choice of attire and shook his head. “You know, you’re supposed to wear this tonight for the groom, not during the ceremony.”

“W-Well yeah -ooooh, yes-...but that’s t-too boring, ya know,” Morgan complained between lustful pants and coos. Her stocking-clad toes curled and flexed in pure delight as she enjoyed a quick round of incestuous bonding before walking down the aisle.

“I know I know - you want to get right to the action,” Robin sighed. He couldn’t blame her antics - he was honestly the same way with his wife after all. Instead, all he could really do was enjoy his perky daughter’s presence, just like the war days.

“Y-ea-aah!”

Morgan’s affirmative was cut off as her father leaned in and attacked her collar. He suckled and licked it, being careful enough to not bite down and leave a conspicuous hickey for his future son-in-law to find by mistake. ‘Then again - Inigo would probably be more curious than anything else,’ he mused.

The blushing, gasping bride could hardly think as she shared a lingering, fleeting moment with her dear father. She knew her days to come would be filled with happiness - joy, and bliss in the arms of her dear Inigo. But a daughter’s first love is always her daddy, and she was always eager to show that love. Even wearing her bridal night lingerie for him first.

Robin pulled away and murmured in her ear, “Honey, you really do look beautiful - truly.”

His compliment made her eyes widen before she averted her gaze. She let go of his arm only long enough to flick something out of her eye before sniffing and smiling. “Heh, I owe it to you and mom - looks and bra-aheheee-ins,” she giggled.

Robin rolled his eyes at her sham of modesty as she ground against his cock with greater vigor. Still, he’d be remiss to not fire a few jabs before he plugged his daughter with cum one last time before giving her away. “It’s just a pity what’s going to happen to your dress tonight,” he smirked

“D-Dad!” Morgan sputtered, blushing at the visual just as much as the wanton acts driving her hips back and forth. She shifted her grip up to his shoulders as he leaned in with that knowing grin.

“What can I say -” he quipped before catching her lips in a brief-yet-passionate kiss.

Morgan’s eyes rolled back as she pulled away, panting and cooing through a smile that rivaled his. “-Like father, like daughter~”

—

Nary a year had slipped by when the bells once more pelled in royal recognition. The dizzying flurry caused by Prince Inigo’s bride had scarcely had time to settle before Crown Princess Lucina finally rose and affirmed her right of vows. A furor was raised by the ignorant at the identity of her chosen groom, but to those that knew them, it was an obvious match. They had shared much together and had more left to share still. Yet they were already so close.

Closer than any cousins could be.

—

Owain winced as the queen’s tight ass threatened to break his cock off as he struggled to thrust. Lifting her lithe body up was easy enough, especially for someone with such peak condition as the great hero Owain Dark. Perhaps the cathedral wall aided him, but the bulk of his strength was a natural gift. But he had truly met his match in the exalted queen’s unfathomably tight butt as he tried to pound his aunt - soon-to-be mother-in-law.

“O-Ooh!”

Olivia gasped before covering her mouth with her palm, letting the sharp pain in her rear be muffled by her glove before it escaped their tiny alcove and into the long alley outside the cathedral. Liquid desire leaked out of her pussy and trailed down her thighs as she bounced along his cock. Her other hand held her dress up as she let her future son-in-law go to town on her globulous ass. The groom’s height left her dangling in the tips of her heels while her pointed prongs clapped against the sides of his suit legs.

Owain pushed her hand aside before he leaned in and seized her lips. The queen’s eyes widened before fluttering shut as she melted in his embrace. Her gloved hands wrapped around his back, along with one of her legs as he pushed her into the stone wall. Her lavish dress smeared with grime - grime ill-befitting for the queen and the mother of the royal bride. But if Owain was ignorant, Olivia simply didn’t care.

What about him had enticed her was a mystery even to the dancing queen. Her devotion and love belonged to her king and husband of course, no matter what fancies the couple indulged in behind closed doors. Perhaps it was that mindset that had drawn her into the exuberant hero’s arms. Perhaps romantic dreams of a faraway world where a hero swept a dancer off her feet and gladly ravished her before a beachside sunset. ‘ I should stop borrowing Sumia’s books ,’ Olivia quietly giggled as she ground her ass against Owain’s crotch.

Chatter passed by from the nearby street - peasants and nobles alike milling about as they awaited the first princess’ royal wedding. None of them the least bit aware that their queen was being fucked by her nephew-turned-son - the groom-to-be. Not even the crassest or irreverent could possibly imagine the former dancer being taken much as one of her former profession might be one desperate night.

Olivia’s ears twitched as she heard the rabble a scant stone’s wall away. Hearing the excited chatter for her dear daughter’s special day should’ve ashamed her, but the leaking from her loins across Owain’s shirt would expose any stuttering lies.

He winced, feeling her juices smearing over his once-pristine shirt, but didn’t think to pull out. Not when Lissa’s counsel had already conveniently covered for such a potentiality. It is good that mother advised me to bring a second shirt...perhaps she has merit in mentioning an ‘exalted perchance for messes,’ Owain mused.

The duo kept going, ears alert for the impending pells of the church bells. That would give them just enough time to return to the wedding...hopefully. And though neither would dare to speak, they both had the same thoughts swimming in their head.

‘I wonder how Lucina is doing?’

“Hold still - I’m trying to wrap you up.”

Lucina gulped and nodded, standing as straight as a pole as she felt the bustier tightening up her back. Her legs trembled on her heeled boots as he applied a little too much pressure and sent his big sister lurching forward. She caught herself, but not before her petite breast popped out of her top. “I-Inigo.”

“Hmm?” Inigo paused, holding the strings in his fingers. One glance at his sister’s bare tits made him sigh in indignation. “Oh, it happened again. Alright, one second.”

He abandoned her bustier in favor of re-pushing her chest back into place in the meticulously honed and hewn wedding dress. “You know Lucy - this would be easier if you hadn't had that little growth spurt,” he mused with a lacing of mirth dripping from his tongue.

Lucina huffed in indignation as he manhandled her breasts. She fought off her mewls and focused on huffing out, “How did I end up with such a bratty little brother?”

“The same way I ended up with such a stiff-lipped big sister,” he swiftly quipped back. She clicked her teeth but said nothing as he gently massaged her breasts back into her dress’ top. Her brother’s hands were deft and honed - surprisingly good for this sort of thing actually. ‘Morgan is a lucky lady , the princess mused to herself.

Her eyes glanced at the mirror, trying to make sure her hair was okay. Somehow it looked exactly like how Severa and Maribelle had left her this morning after it had miraculously stayed upright. The same couldn’t be said for the bed nearby, dripping with the royal sibling’s sweat and sin. Much like the puddle of exalted sires pooling into the sheets - Or the lucky ones sloshing in her pussy. “I-Inigo.”

“Hmm?”

Lucina felt him tweak her nipples more, rolling her hard pebbles through his icy grip. “Your hands are...they’re co-COLD!”

Her brother ignored her yelps as he pushed her top back up and quickly reached around to tighten the bustier. Lucina winced at her slight shortness of breath. “N-now I see why your wife complains so much,” she panted

“True - Morgan’s chest does make that a little bit of a hassle. Probably helps she usually forgoes such...obstructions,” Inigo admitted as he gently pulled up the rest of her dress. “Arms up, Lucy.”

She did as he asked, eyes captivated by the princess in the mirror. Lucina wasn't naive to her looks, though sue would hardly find them a trait worth mentioning. But there, in the mirror - that wasn’t the princess of a dead kingdom. It was a woman on the cusp of the happiest day of her life.

She didn’t even notice her vision blurring as tears streamed down her cheeks. She scarcely responded to Inigo as he kindly dabbed her cheeks with a cloth, or gently rubbed her shoulder for comfort. He tossed away the cloth and gently turned her to face him as he murmured, “Now now - no tears today, Lucy. “

“Mmmph…”

Lucina melted into his lips, letting his tongue slip between her teeth as he played in her mouth. Her limp body was held aloft by his arms as he pushed his blushing bride sister into their mutual kiss.

He wanted to deepen his antics - wanted to keep going until his dear sister was writhing in the sheets again. But alas, time was against them. Reluctantly he pulled back, letting the little spit strands break between them.

Lucina subconsciously smacked her lips, still year ing for her little brother’s touch. “Inigo, that was-”

“Kiss for luck, dear sister~” he winked before stepping past her to the door. “Now come along - I’m sure mother and the rest are waiting for you. Owain may want to see his new wife as well,” he chuckled.

—

Such did it come to pass that the Exalted Family was so tightly bound to the Fellborn redeemed. From Chrom’s sister came a brotherhood forged harder than the steels of war could manage, one that lingered even after the sons departed for worlds unknown. With little trepidation, the daughters sought their spouses and left their parents behind.

But such a parting was not eternal, and soon the quartet returned with their own surprises. Two more children - both daughters from each couple’s union, born in lands far beyond and aged at a rate to match their parents and even grandparents. Though they all spoke of fantastical tales of lands far beyond time, there was little chance to doubt their claims. Not when the rightful marks were bore proudly upon their beautiful bodies.

Revelry was to be more than expected at the happy reunion and newfound greetings. Revelry that went beyond pageantry or simple party and instead opted for intimacy and debauchery. The sort of enjoyment that came from a lack of boundaries between blood in the tightly wound pair of family trees. Especially the newest branches who espoused interest in joining these special gatherings...

—

“D-Does this please, you, Exalted one?”

Chrom hardly had room to protest the dusky, dreamy sorceress who had come to the requested chambers in what could be generously described as a bride’s nightly garb. Her body squirmed atop the bed nearly naked. She was clad in a tight, white, lacy set of lingerie that scarcely covered her more than her usual attire would. The sheer long cape draped over her silky shoulders while her stocking-clad legs rubbed together. The thin garter straps lightly dug into her thighs as she offered both of her grandfathers a somewhat timid smile.

Chrom, clad in scarcely more than a towel around his waist, did his best to console her. “Ophelia, just ‘Chrom’ is fine- please,” he insisted with a smile of his own.

Beside him, an equally stripped-down grandmaster Robin nodded before he addressed the rosette before him. “Same for me Soleil - just Robin,” he requested.

Soleil shrugged and sat back on the bed. Her own attire was suitably less lavish than her cousin and consisted only of a white lace babydoll and garters. She shifted back and let her lightly toned shoulders brush against the thin straps from her nightgown before she crossed her own stocking-garbed legs and offered Robin a salacious grin. “Sure, fine by me...grandpa,” she teased him.

Robin sighed at her defiance, much to the bemusement of the Exalt. “Heh, You too, huh?” he ribbed his brother-in-law.

His antics earned another sigh and a nod from the silver-headed grandmaster before Chrom turned back to address the two granddaughters on the bed. “Well, whatever - you’re both here so you’re interested in joining us?”

Ophelia vigorously nodded at the two slightly older men. “Indeed - it would be a delight to partake in our families...ah, shared bonds?” she explained while she coiled some hair around her finger.

Soleil hummed and glanced around with a disinterested look on her face. “Yeah same...hey, where’s everyone else? Mom, Auntie Lucy or Granny Lissa and Olivia?” she inquired.

Her blonde cousin cocked her head in agreement. “Indeed - where art our fathers, Exa...ah, grandpa Chrom?” she asked.

“Guess we’re not getting over this,” Chrom mumbled under his breath before he spoke clearly to his two granddaughters. “The others are already here but we agreed it would be best to...Robin, how did you word it?” he asked his brother-in-law.

“Ensure the sincerity of your wishes and desires...especially you, Soleil,” Robin directly addressed the rosette flirt.

Soleil scoffed and threw a hand against her chest. “Wha- why me???” she protested.

Robin and Chrom said absolutely nothing as they stared flatly at her. Even Ophelia’s gaze turned to her cousin with an expression that carried little room for mirth or japery. This was the same young lady who had greeted both her grandmothers with an invitation to a date.

Several times, in fact.

“Okay, okay that’s fair,” she ultimately relented. Her sullen state earned her light ripples of laughter from her grandfathers and her cousin while she slumped in defeat. Still, her ever-present smile soon found its way back across her lips as she turned to the two men and crossed her legs. “So - we just gotta go a few rounds with you both and then we’re in? Sounds eas...sy….aah...a-hah?” she mumbled off.

Ophelia let loose a decidedly more realistic gasp as she shuffled back on the bed until her hips brushed Soleil. The blonde’s soft hands came to her lips while her eyes remained entranced on the potent weapons that hung between Robin and Chrom’s now-exposed legs. “G-Gods protect me,” she whimpered.

Neither girl was without shame of sin - they’d both seen and sated their own father’s several times back in the lands of strife and woe. Neither one would dare to claim that their father was better than the others...and yet it was very clear that the source of Owain and Inigo’s prowess loomed before their widened eyes.

“Okay, you two - are you ready?” Robin asked as he stepped out of his discarded towel. Chrom followed suit as the two stood before their granddaughters and awaited their response. Patiently.

Ophelia gulped down air several times while she sought the much-needed strength. The stars in her eyes seemed to ignite as she followed the hypnotic sway of both Chrom and Robin’s family trees and the royal jewels that swung from the trunks. Such a sight made her thighs squirm together while she clenched her fingers into her fists. Her wrists shook and expose the Exalted brand on her left hand. “I...I shall not fail!” she declared, mostly to herself.

Soleil dumbly nodded, her own eyes captivated by her grandfathers. Her usual penchant and antics were swiftly abandoned as the desire for family washed over her. Something about this sight made the mark on her back almost burn - not in an unpleasant way either. “Y-yeah...same~” she licked her lips.

Chrom and Robin shared a single glance more before they stepped forward towards their eager granddaughters...

“O-ooooh~”

Ophelia gasped and arched back as she accepted Robin's hard cock in her needy, gushing pussy. Her toes curled in her open stockings as they bounced against the soft. She griped and groped at the sheets beside her while her hips rolled and bucked away with pure unfettered abandon. “O-Oooh grandfather - h-harder!”

Robin grimaced but complied with her request and doubled his pace. Soon her happy coos and yelps rang in his ear while he gave his granddaughter the ride of a lifetime. “G-Gods...does Owain really go so often? So-ooh tight,” he grunted out.

“EYAH!”

The two winced as a certain rosette’s shriek rattled the bed beneath them. Their short pause let the far more dominant performance of the Exalt and his granddaughter take over. It was hard to see Soleil’s, but they could make out her legs as she wrapped around Chrom’s back. “H-Harder gramps!”

Chrom growled at her tone while he slammed down on her toned, taut body. Already his muscles were awash with sweat, both his and hers. The brand on his shoulder shifted with his muscles while he sought to give his direct descendent a good, thorough pounding.

Both of them worked in separate tandem to drill down their newly-found granddaughters. Robin’s finesse-based approach had his hands roam over Ophelia’s busty, voluptuous body while he explored every curve she had to offer. The feeling of her soft skin as it rippled and bounced beneath him made the tactician stay nice and firm inside her.

Alongside The pair were Chrom and Soleil as the former’s vigorous, ferocious approach rattled his hard granddaughter's well-kept form. His hands stayed firm on her hips while he pumped her along his thick girth. Her tight pussy squeezed and coaxed his dick to release his coveted seed into Soleil's eager womb. Tet for all her addlements she never lost her smile or the taunting way she cried out and called Chrom her grandfather. An epithet that came from the bliss-stricken blonde as well.

The two men glanced over their shoulders and crossed eyes whilst in the middle of their gyrations. A silent, unspoken agreement between the patriarchs of their tightly wound family. They knew just the right way to stifle the two without completely breaking the pace.

“R-ready?” Robin mumbled out loud. Ophelia was too addled to hear, but Soleil blinked and narrowed her uprolled eyes

“Wha-haaaaaah?!

Chrom grunted and pulled his cock up and out of Soleil. But before she could even complain at his departure, he‘d already spun her around and pushed her chest-first into the bedsheets. His hands moved from her hips up to her shoulders before he pulled himself, and her, upright. The rosette’s fingers gripped the sheets as she was pulled up on her palms and knees with a loud gasp.

Robin’s own method was less forceful and more finesse-based. He pulled Ophelia up until only her shoulders remained on the bed while her legs dangled up over the frame. He smoothly and slowly rolled her over on her side and let her own stimulated body do most of the work. The results were the same with Ophelia up on her hands and knees with rolled-up eyes and a gaped, open mouth right beside her cousin and friend.

“Gyah!”

“O-oooh godssss!”

The patriarchs resumed their vigorous thrusts as they pounded their grandaughter’s pussies. The duet struggled to stay upright while their hips bucked and rolled back. Soleil shuddered and groaned while Chrom seized her long pink hair and tugged back. A similarly sinful sigh passed Ophelia’s lips once Robin’s hands snaked around and groped her massive tits.

“F-fuck grandpa Chr-oomph?!”

Soleil’s attempted taunt was cut short with a firm shove against Ophelia’s gaped lips. The dusky mage’s eyes flew open wide from the sudden contact. Robin's firm squeeze on her teat made her gasp and moan right into Soleil’s mouth. The sudden sensation made the rosette’s already-slick folds almost flood with pure, liquid desire.

“Whoa!”

Chrom grunted as the sudden lubrication sent him into his granddaughter's pussy at a much faster pace. Robin’s lips curled into a triumphant grin while he watched his brother-in-law struggle to recover. “W-what dod I tell yo-ooh?” He grunted out.

The Exalt cracked a smile before he tugged Soleil’s hair again. “Hah, you were righttt. Hope the others are...are okay,” he grunted out against his granddaughter’s vice-tight loins.

Robin didn’t respond at first while he gave his own granddaughter’s chest a nice, firm squeeze. Her blonde hair may make her the spitting image of his wife, but Ophelia’s breasts were a world all their own and nearly rivaled Morgan and Olivia instead. I...I’m sure they’re doing just fi-iiiingh!”

The two girls on their cocks suddenly sprung to action as they began to exchange tongues with more vigor and passion than one would expect. Soleil’s eager tongue quickly overwhelmed Ophelia as she dove right into her blonde cousin’s mouth. More mewls and groans passed the mage’s lips as she endured assaults on her loins, her breasts, and now even her mouth. Soleil herself barely seemed too fazed even as her grandfather’s fist remained locked around her hair.

Thoughts of the children couples and even the wives were swiftly abandoned as Robin and Chrom resumed their vigorous, rigorous celebrations to welcome their granddaughters to the family in the most literal and physical of sense. Ophelia and Soleil showed their passion and drive as they gave their bodies up to their grandfathers without a single protest or hesitation. Between the quartet formed yet another branch on the tightly clasped family trees as the other branches had their own fun in the chambers beyond…

“Ooooh, that’s it Owain - right there swee-tIEEEEE!”

Lissa threw her head back and wailed with wanton glee as her son’s thick blade stuffed in and out of her trimmed pussy. Her lacy and ribbon-decked neglige was either strewn about the bed chamber or cast aside upon her body to allow her intimate exposure. Her usual button cap was absent, but the pigtails remained, at least for now. She wrapped her svelte arms around his neck just like her legs already wound against his back. His strong, dexterous hands gripped his mother’s bare ass cheeks while he bounced her atop his cock without a care in the world. Certainly not for the ring that pressed into his nape just as his own ring-clad finger caressed the princess’s rump.

“OOOOH!”

“Gods above - I forgot how high-pitched aunt Lissa can be,” Lucina chuckled as she watched her cousin and husband with bemusement from the bed. The nearly naked princess lightly kicked her stocking-covered legs and squirmed against the sheets while her lover's load leaked out of her used pussy. She gently reached under her disheveled veil and tucked some errant locks aside with her ring-clad finger. Her actions exposed her branded eye while she enjoyed the long-awaited reunion of mother and son.

Owain grunted and growled as his cock twitched in her tight, warm pussy. Already the sensations that had long lingered inside him threatened to overwhelm and consume him like the farcical dark power he built his persona upon. But there was no room for theatrics or pageantry when it came to sharing intimate time with the blonde, pigtailed princess. “M-Mother, it feels so-so

“I know Owain - gods I know!” she literally cried against his broad, bare chest. The young mother threw herself up and captured her dear son’s lips in a passionate, incestuous kiss. The kind that made even the blue-headed princess blush as she watched mother and son swap spit and tongues.

Lissa pulled back and showed the tear-stained streaks on her smiling cheeks. “I missed you so much. You’re a horrible boy to leave your mother to worry like tha-ha-ha-haaah?!”

She gasped as something, or rather someone wrapped their hand around her modest breasts and squeezed. It didn’t even take a glance back behind her to confirm who had intruded upon the family festivities. “L-Lucina?”

“Sorry, Aunt Lissa - I just can’t resist when I see my dear husband like this,” Chrom’s daughter reluctantly admitted before she leaned over Lissa's head and kissed Owain right on the lips. The bombastic blade man didn’t stop his strokes for even a moment as he gladly exchanged lips and spit with his cousin-wife while his mother squirmed on his cock between the two young lovers.

Owain showed his passion and vigor towards Lucina as his tongue deftly coiled around hers. He raised a hand from his mother’s but and instead curled his arm around his wife’s hip to bring her as close as he could. She in turn rubbed her stocking-clad leg up underneath Lissa’s rump until she could caress her cousin’s bare thigh. The princess’s fingers remained against her aunt’s bosom while her own petite breasts massaged the blonde young woman’s back.

Lucina reluctantly pulled back and gazed into her cousin-lover’s eyes with pure adoration and desire. An unspoken message passed between them before they wordlessly shifted to the woman pinned between them. Lissa noticed their decoupling and tried to pant out, “H-Hey you two, what gi-iiiiiiieeeh?!”

Lucina’s mouth shifted down and suckled upon the blonde princess’s nape just as Lissa’s own son captured his mother’s lips once more. Such a sudden twofold strike made her gasp and squirm between them. Her nails raked against Owain’s back and shoulders while her ankles rubbed against his taut rump. Her own ass squirmed and shifted against Lucina’s raised thigh while she squirmed and shuddered between the two loving cousins...

“Ooooh, Inigo - right there~”

Olivia fidgeted and squirmed while she watched her son and his wife lazily roll their hips before the rosette dancer. The Queen’s lacy white babydoll and garter/stockings contrasted the golden adornments still affixed to her arms and legs. The simple choker around her neck lightly pinched her, just as the wedding band on her finger did while she curled her palms against her knees.

She’d raised her son well - some version of her had at least. Inigo’s smooth, almost hypnotic hips were enough to pacify the usually boisterous Morgan as she now drooled onto the bedsheets. The junior tactician's small clothes were strewn about behind them while her intimate stockings and gauntlets covered her twitchy limbs. The bliss-stricken wife gripped the sheets and buried her own wedding band while her hips undulated beneath her cousin and lover. “G-Gods….you’re too good at this,” she whimpered.

Inigo smirked and rubbed his wife’s sides to coax more and more sweet moans from her lips. His own ring lightly rubbed against her side while he leaned forward right towards her ear. “Just playing to my strengths, Morgan,” he explained before he leaned forward and suckled down on her shoulder.

“Gaah!”

Olivia giggled at their antics with a smile beneath her rosy cheeks. She watched the two revel together as lovers are wont to do without even a single thought of the blood bonds they shared. Such a notion was rather hard to uphold even when you’re the queen of the kingdom. Still, she watched the proceedings and couldn’t help but feel a twinge of jealousy. She squeezed her knees and collected herself before she gently called out, “I-Inigo?”

The prince perked up and pulled his lips from his cousin’s neck before he turned towards his beautiful mother. The dancer-turned-queen’s hands gently grabbed his cheeks before she pulled him up into a soft, tender kiss. The kind shared between lovers, not mothers and sons.

Morgan glanced up in time to see her husband’s lips lock against her aunt while his cock still rocked in and out of her velvet loins. Her hips squirmed at the lascivious, sinful sight that played out above her with a frankness that belayed the taboo nature of it all. She got to see as the shy queen almost submitted to her surprisingly suave son’s tongue until she let him roam unfettered between her cheeks.

“Mmmm~”

Inigo’s hand reached up and cupped his mother’s hip while his other palm stayed against Morgan’s side. The lucky prince reveled in the twofold sensations that struck his mouth and cock. He relished the taste of Olivia - a taste he’d not had since he left for the land of Fates with not but his cousin and their dear friend Severa.

Those days were in the past now, and he was here once more. Herewith his ever-loyal wife and even his own sister who had both struck out to follow their cousins and blessed Owain and him with beautiful daughters. The daughters who had been embraced in their tight circlet and now offered themselves to his father and uncle.

Yet he had no fear for Soleil - she could certainly handle her own. Instead, his focus remained on his mother and lover. He reluctantly pulled free from the Queen’s moist, ripe lips as the need for breath overwhelmed him. Olivia mewled at his departure while she lingered with neat strands of spit that dangled from her lips. She shifted her palms from his cheeks to his neck before she pulled his face down and towards her needy bosom and the painfully erect nipples that poked against her babydoll.

Inigo slipped a cover aside and latched his mouth around his mother’s teat. “O-Oooh Inigo,” she panted and pushed her chest towards his mouth.

Morgan clicked her teeth before she finally asked, “Can I get some too, auntie Olivia?”

The Queen squeaked and looked down at the bemused woman. She’d honestly forgotten her niece was here while she’d occupied herself with her married son’s lips. The rosette dancer at least had the decency to smile in apology as she nodded. “A-Alright.”

Olivia shifted with Inigo’s lips still curled around her teat until her other breast was near Morgan’s mouth. She shifted around enough to let her own lips slip past the Queen’s negligee and claim the other nipple as her own. Her aunt gasped and mewled as the duo’s tongue flicked over her nipples while she struggled to keep herself in place. “Ha-aaaah~”

“Ha-choo!”

Robin stopped his thrusts and wiped some spit from his cheek. “Everything okay, Soleil?” he asked the girl who currently straddled atop him in the chair.

The rosette sniffed and nodded. “Yeah I’m fine - just had the urge to sneeze,” she sheepishly admitted.

Her grand uncle nodded before he resumed his pace into her pussy once again. Robin reached around and grabbed Soleil’s back until she rubbed her naked chest against his. Her knees shook and knocked between his sides and the chair while she rocked back and forth atop his cock. It was a much slower pace than before, but still quite pleasurable in its own way as she shuddered and moaned in delight.

“G-GODS!”

Ophelia’s scream shattered the silence while she writhed and squirmed against the window. The dark grounds outside looked up at her voluptuous form as her hard nipples scraped against the glass. Robin’s cum leaked out of her stuffed pussy and drizzled down the glass with every thrust. She struggled to find her grip and only succeeded in leaving fingerprints on the panes while the Exalt himself fucked her into a stupor. “O-ooooh, moooore~” she beged and peladed.

Chrom grunted and compiled as he doubled his pace in her wet, tight pussy. His hands gripped her hips to keep her sweaty body from being shaken off. The force of his thrusts left her on her shaky toe tips while he pressed the busty blonde mage into the window. “Gods, you’re as tight as Lissa,” he grunted in her ear.

The mage gasped and blushed at such a notion. She wasn’t naive to the tight nature of her family, but to hear it uttered so casually and cavalierly was certainly something to adjust towards. The lascivious thought of her grandmother, mother or even her aunt lying with the Exalt flashed in Ophelia’s addled yet active mind.

Robin was far more direct with Soleil as he leaned forward against her. “So tell me - did you expect this?”

“H-Huh?”

The rosette blinked off her current lustful stupor and locked eyes with her granduncle. It was still a bit of a trial to discern between the two halves of her tightly wound family, so epithets like ‘grandfather’ and ‘granduncle’ were one and the same. “W-What do you mean U-uuuuugh~”

The tactician groped his busty granddaughter’s chest while he continued to calmly interrogate her. “You heard me. I’ll bet you expected to get right at it with Lissa or Olivia, didn’t you?”

“M-Maybe,” she mumbled and blushed. Soleil never made any kind of secret about her usual interest and had admittedly been eager to exploit this little arrangement. Still, she wasn’t necessarily against what she had right now. “Thissss is nice too though,” she admitted.

Robin shook his head and pulled his grandniece in for a kiss. The mercenary squeaked before she melted into his embrace. Her arms wrapped around his neck as their hips ground and rolled together. Soleil’s tongue put up a good fight against his while they dipped and slipped against each other.

The tactician pulled back and licked the spit webs between their lips. Her lidded expression made him chuckle as he bounced her on his lap. “Tell you what - make it through this and I’ll see what strings we can pull,” he offered her.

That got the rosette’s attention as she snapped out of her stupor. The smile that stretched across her cheeks was bright enough to nearly blind Robin. Her hug tightened against him as she leaned into his ear. “I knew you were my favorite uncle~”

Robin shook his head and smiled as they went back to their dance of tongues. Their subdued and supple skin slaps were drowned out by the ferocious furor courtesy of the Exalt and the mistress of dusk. The two in the chair ignored the duet at the window as they ground and writhed together.

“O-Oh gods Chrooooom!”

Ophelia’s gasp rang in his ear as he squeezed her shapely body. His thick cock made her back arch into his chest as she moaned without care. Her wild blonde locks swayed and bounced until they clung to her sweaty flesh. Her active, lascivious fantasies were consumed by the cloud of lust that devoured her thoughts.

Chrom pulled his hand off his niece’s hip and firmly grasped her tit. His knuckles were pinned between her bosom and the glass while he pounded her tight body against the window without a hint of restraint. The ferocity of his strokes already had her feet off the ground as she dangled in midair. The contrast between the cool smooth pane and his hot, chiseled body left her a happy puddle of mush in the center of it all.

“C-CHRRROM!”

Ophelia’s scream shattered the chamber as her orgasm sent her into fits. The exalt seized her body in his palms while her knees and elbows flopped against the glass. The tight grip from her pussy threatened to overwhelm him as Chrom fought back the blinding white stars on the edges of his vision. It took every ounce of his considerable willpower to resist the urge to fire off his royal seed into his grand niece’s cum-coated womb.

Robin broke his kiss with Soleil as the two glanced back towards the duet. His hips stayed in constant motion up into the rosette’s loins while he churned out bits by bits of the exalted spunk. “Hmm, they seem to be ahead of us,” he mused aloud.

Soluiel hummed in agreement before an idea struck her. She leaned forward again with a coy smirk as she beckoned the tactician’s inquisitive ear towards her ripe, freshly-kissed lips. “Better hurry up and make good on your promise~” She cooed.

He would.

“Ngh!”

Olivia winced back against her son, much to Inigo’s concern. His pace slowed down while he leaned over the dancer’s side and looked down at the beautiful woman straddled against him. “Is something wrong, mother?” he asked while he tucked her hair aside.

“I-It’s nothing, Inigo - I just had a little chill is all,” the queen shook her head and smiled apologetically through the slight glare of his ring. She emphasized herself with a nice slow grind back against the prince’s crotch. Her plush rump made her son shudder himself until she took his hand in hers. Their distinct wedding bands gently clinked together as mother and son shared a moment of long-desired tenderness. “Besides, I don’t want this to stop,” she explained as she rubbed her cheek against his palm.

Morgan mumbled beside them as she passed in and out of consciousness. The copious creampie that leaked out of her pussy stained the sheets around her. Her ring peeked out of the sheets while her hand twitched and trembled. Her husband wasn’t a vigorous sort by any means, but he knew a shocking amount of tricks to leave even a time bomb like Morgan as a sopping puddle of mush.

Still, neither the rosette queen nor the blue-tressed prince paid his wife any heed while they gently spooned together. Inigo leaned over Olivia’s shoulder and captured his mother’s lips in a soft, tender kiss. Olivia gladly returned his advances while her shapely body was wrapped in his toned, well-kept arms. Her legs loosely wrapped between his until she could rub her toes against his ankle.

Olivia cherished these times of slow, passionate lovemaking. While she adored her husband and her brother-in-law, both of them tended to overwhelm the poor shy dancer. Either by Chrom’s strength or Robin’s smarts, or any combination of the two when it came to some late-night fun between the two hard workers and a very patient and accepting queen. Owain was hardly any more restrained as well, which of course just left her own sweet son Inigo as her most tender and careful lover.

And she cherished it so.

Olivia’s hips rolled and churned back against the prince’s cock as the two let their tongues brush over each other’s lips. The queen’s coos and sighs blew into Inigo’s mouth as each one made his loins twitch in her velvet walls. The urge to thrust up and fill his mother’s womb with her own grandchildren was a potent one indeed, and one that he was sure to succumb to in a given time.

But that could come later - later when he brought out his deft, dexterous fingers once again. Later when his sweet mother’s gentle coaxing would strike through his defenses until he was drained of both spunk and spirit.

Later, after they shared a much-needed reunion.

“G-Gods!”

Lucina’s screams rang in Owain’s ears while he bent his wife over and pounded deep in her slick pussy. Her hands struggled to hold her ankles up while she writhed and gasped into the bed beneath her. Sweat flew off their bodies while the royal couple clashed. The twin glints of their wedding bands shook in the dim light.

“You’ve slowed down, sweetie - guess you’re still not back to full strength~” Lissa teased her son while she watched him fuck her niece with vigor and vim. Her hand traced over her stomach and occasionally dipped down to the mess that leaked out of her loins. The slight chill of her ring made her shudder while she watched the two in awe.

She’d heard of how things had gone - how her son had traded his sword for magic and how Lucina had drawn her strength with the bow. While Owain obviously had enough strength to pick up his cute little mother with ease and pound her into a drooling puddle, the same couldn’t be said for his wife who had maintained herself.

That hardly stopped him, much to his mother and cousin/lover’s delight.

Lucina’s eye cracked open until the Brand glowed behind a layer of euphoric tears. Owain took advantage of this as he slammed his hips and lips down atop his wife. The princess gasped into his mouth when his tongue easily invaded and probed around her cheeks. Her nails dug into her ankles while she tried to fight him back.

Owain’s hands shifted from her thighs and reached through her legs to cup her breasts. While modest compared to her mothers, Lucina wasn’t as compact as some may think of her. Still, he’d gladly get a handful of her petite-yet-perky breasts while he played with the rest of her body. His hands repeated old motions as he tried to coax out any lingers of milk from her once-fertile bosom after the birth of their beloved Ophelia.

Yet such a time had passed, and until he made good to give Lissa more grandchildren there would be no more milk from Lucina’s teats. With the rate that the royal couple writhed and clashed together, it was very clear that such a future wasn’t as far off as one might think.

Lissa watched her son with a mother’s proud smile on her lips. She gingerly scooped up some of Owain’s seed and brought it towards her mouth. One by one she slipped a finger between her lips and let her tongue scrape and scoop it clean. The potent, salty soup clung to her palate and slowly oozed down to her eager gullet. “Mmm, tasty as always. How cruel of you to deny your poor mother her favorite treat. I don’t think you’re allowed to leave Ylisse anymore, sweetie,” the princess lustfully cooed.

“Haaah~”

Ophelia panted and writhed against the cushion on her back while the rose-tufted pubes loomed over her. Drizzles of seed leaked from Soleil’s pussy and down onto the mage’s lulled face. Ophelia’s hips twitched between the cock that pumped in and out of her pussy or the eager tongue that lapped around the thick shaft.

Both girls had laid across the couch while their grandfathers slammed into them from both sides. Ophelia bucked back against her grandfather Robin just as Soleil herself did the same with Chrom. The sloppy mess between their loins and mouths hardly even phased the two granddaughters anymore.

Chrom suddenly pulled out of Soleil before he slammed his cock down into Ophelia’s mouth. The mage’s eyes bugged out while she struggled to fit his girth into her tight throat. Her tongue flopped and flailed as drool, cum, and quim leaked out of her lips. She tasted the combined slurry of Soleil’s pussy juices and both men’s cum while she was railed back and forth between the two men’s cocks.

Soleil barely even noticed the absence in her pussy while she eagerly licked and slurped against Ophelia’s stuffed loins. Her tongue lashed between the mage’s crotch and the tactician’s shaft until the sweet and salty mixture danced on her palate. She shifted her hands off the couch and cupped Ophelia’s ass as she happily ate her cousin out.

Ophelia shuddered against the myriad of sensations that assaulted her. The cock lodged in her throat, the dick in her cum-stuffed loins, the hands on her ass, and of course the wet tongue against her crotch. The same one that lapped dangerously close to her sensitive clit while she squirmed and writhed. Her own fidgets wound up being the instrument of her own undoing as she bumped her crotch right against Soleil’s tongue at just the right moment.

“HRK?!”

“Whoa!”

Chrom gasped as the mage’s scream rattled around his cock. He stumbled over and grabbed the couch for much-needed support. Robin copied the motion from the other side while the blonde’s pussy clamped and coaxed his seed from his dick. Both men, weary and ragged from the constant ravages against their granddaughters, succumbed to Ophelia’s orgasmic desires. Soleil flinched and pulled back as she gasped out, “Whoa, what ha-gaah?!”

Robin’s seed splashed over her face and filled the rosette’s mouth. His swift departure from Ophelia’s pussy left his fresh load to seep out and onto the couch. Soleil’s cheeks ballooned as her mouth was stuffed full of both cock and cum until it gushed out of her plugged lips. The sudden lubrication caused his cumming cock to slide forward and into her throat. “Glrk!”

Chrom’s hips shuddered and bucked while he filled Ophelia’s stomach with royal jizz. Her eyes remained upturned as seed poured out of her lips and drizzled down her cheek the bulge in her throat swelled as she struggled to gulp down as much royal spunk as she could. The sudden loss of Robin’s cock in her pussy left her feeling empty as her hips still rolled and shook instinctively.

Eventually, the Exalt managed to pull out of the mage’s tight throat trap and pried himself free. His departure from her gullet caused a shot of thick spunk to rocket up and out of her nose. The searing hot cum made him grimace while he struggled to pull out of her swollen cheeks. His freedom came with a celebratory shot that fired up across Soleil’s back and right against her long pink hair.

Robin sighed as his own orgasm finally ebbed down while he thrust in and out of Soleil’s throat. The rosette struggled against his girth and the massive load that now webbed through across her gullet before it slid down to her stomach. Each thrust sent more and more of his seed from her full mouth and down against the bulge in her throat. Her eyes rolled up behind her lids while the mask of incestuous seed hardened against her face.

The two men slowly came down from their orgasms and shook off their stupors. Robin gently pulled out of Soleil's throat and let the rest of his seed drizzle down her gullet. Chrom laid his still-hard cock against the rosette’s rump while they both let Ophelia bask in the post-climactic glow. Neither men were anywhere near done, and both their granddaughters were gonna learn how far they could go yet.

“I-I A-AhH! Sorrieeeeee!”

Lissa’s shrill scream rattled the chamber while her pussy was stuffed over and over again by Owain’s hard cock. Long blonde hair clung to both their bodies thanks to the copious amounts of sweat they’d secreted. His hands pressed down on her neck while her feet dangled and flopped over his arms. Bare breasts bounced and bumped with every vicious, merciless thrust. She reached down and pulled up the sheets as the slurry of sin was churned out of her stuffed loins. “SORRY! SORRRRRIEEEEE!”

Lucina watched her mother-in-law’s plight with an uncharacteristically apathetic gaze. While she had little doubts the blonde princess could manage such a pounding, there was a matter of pride tarnished by the insinuations that her husband had ‘lost’ any of his strength. The truth was plain as day as Lissa screamed and howled against her son’s forceful fucking. And the honest, shameful truth was that princess Lucina was very, very enamored with the sinful display before her eyes.

The blue-tressed woman crawled forward as her own creampie leaked from her stuffed womb. Her hips rolled and curled with every step until she wound up face-first against the parent and child’s joined loins. Lucina licked her lips as she watched the messy union that splashed and leaked out on every single thrust. With little hesitancy, she leaned forward and planted her tongue right down on Owain’s sac.

“L-Lucy?!” he stopped and gasped. The swordsman tried to look over his mother’s body and down on his cousin/wife but found his view blocked by Lissa’s body as she writhed and gasped on his cock. His answer came in the form of a long, wet lick against his nuts, courtesy of the mischievous princess that clearly wanted to goad him on. She repeated the motions with long, swift licks until he finally got the hint and began to thrust again.

Lucina showed her approval with a quick lobbed spit fired right onto his crotch. Her aim proved as true as ever as she marked the place exactly where mother and son’s groins met. Satisfied that she’d left her point Lucina laid her tongue flat and let the combined slurry of cum and quim leak down onto her eagerly awaited palate.

Lissa hardly seemed to realize her daughter-in-law had poised herself beneath them while she gasped and wheezed atop Owain’s cock. Heavy pants passed through her sore lips as the hours upon hours of screams finally caught up with her. Her hips acted on their own as she tried to coax another hot and syrupy load from her son’s royal urns. A feat that, while laborious, was eventually achieved long after she’d lost conscious effort.

“M-Mom!”

Owain slammed into Lissa’s snatch and erupted deep into her already packed womb. The fresh and fertile batch sloshed inside her as the rest guzzled out of her stuffed pussy and down onto Lucina’s eagerly awaited tongue. As soon as the swordsman ceased his strokes his wife shifted up and began to lap and lick around the place where the incestuous duo was still joined. Rich, salty seed and sweet pussy nectar drizzled down her chin as her eyes rolled up in bliss...

“Aaaah, Inigo~”

Morgan’s coos filled her husband’s ears as she rocked her hips atop him. Her pace, though slow, was deep and went from tip to base every time. She tipped her head back and cooed while his prior load slowly dripped out of her stuffed loins. Her fingers squeezed his while the couple worked in tandem atop the bed.

Olivia had limped away and left the two lovers in peace. Her son hadn’t questioned the Queen’s departure, not as he gladly shared a moment with his wife Morgan. She may have slowed down, but he could still see the spark of passion in her eyes and the mischievous gleam on her smile. Somehow her disheveled sweaty state made those features almost radiant to the Prince while he shared this moment.

“What’s that smile?” Morgan asked with a teasing tone while she bounced atop him. He snapped out of his thoughts, unaware he’d even cracked a grin. His wife leaned forward with a coy smirk of her own and a layer of lust and adoration in her shining eyes. “Come on - let’s hear it, lover boy~” she cooed.

Inigo rolled his eyes but didn’t drop his grin. His hands tugged on her wrist and prompted her down towards him. The junior tactician took the hint and leaned down to cup his lips in a soft, tender kiss. She gently pulled back and relished the taste on her lips and nearly missed what he said. “Just thinking of a certain maid’s costume of yours - quite the tight squeeze for a strategist~” he ribbed her.

Morgan gasped and went upright. Both of them grunted at the sudden jolt on their loins. “Y-You!”

The Prince relished her expression while she pouted and huffed. “Hmph! You weren’t complaining when I cleaned your room, were you?” she goaded him.

“I don’t think you managed any further than the bed, Morgan,” he snarked back. The two glowered at each other even as their hips still rolled and clapped together. Eventually, the veneer broke, and the two cracked smiles at each other.

“Oh, You two,” a familiar voice sighed. Husband and wife turned towards the edge of the bed and gawked at the delightful sight that made Inigo throb in Morgan’s pussy.

Olivia had returned.

The dancer smiled at the two. Her body dripped onto the floor while the remnants of her shower stained the carpet. Her still-wet hair had been done up in a very loose ponytail that lacked her usual finesse. Gone was her lingerie and in its place was the tiny robe that now hung open and exposed her body. Without any further word, she shifted up atop her son and presented him with her freshly cleaned pussy

Her desires were clear and Inigo was more than delighted to oblige. Morgan shifted aside to give Olivia room to get comfortable on her son’s face. “Hi, mom - nice shower?”

“Y-Yes Morgan - very ni-eeep?!”

Inigo’s sudden tongue lash took the Queen by shock. She shook down and ground against her son’s mouth while he lapped and slurped against her puffy folds. Morgan was quite amused as she let her body go on autopilot while she got to tease the Exalt’s wife herself. The junior tactician’s hands shifted towards her aunt’s hips and gently squeezed them while she cooed, “Don’t worry - we’ll make sure you’re nice and dressed for the main event~”

“Hoooh, that’s good.”

Chrom bent back and groaned while Soleil’s mouth bobbed up and down on his cock. He let her set her own pace rather than ram it down her gullet and received a slow and steady suck and breast fuck for his restraint. She stuck towards the tip while her tits stayed wrapped around his shaft. Besides her, Ophelia performed a similar job with her own grandfather Robin.

“Yeah - Inigo and Owain taught them well,” the tactician mused as he gently rubbed the dusky mage’s blonde locks. Her sweet coos around his tip were a fine reward while he leaned back and enjoyed her tongue and titwork. Her large bosom glided up and down his shaft

This was what the others walked in on. Olivia and Lissa went to their husbands and wrapped their arms around them from behind the couch. Chrom cracked his eye open and smiled at his blushing queen. A smile returned as she glanced at their granddaughter between his legs. “E-Enjoying yourself?” she asked him as she rubbed his chest with her freshly-added glove.

He nodded and leaned back to kiss her, something she returned gladly. Lissa rolled her eyes at her brother and his wife’s antics before she turned to her own husband with a saucy grin. “And you mister - you weren’t too hard on them, were you?” she ribbed him.

Robin shifted and pushed his cock into Ophelia’s mouth while he addressed the princess. “They’re still in one piece - you?”

“Fret not, father - I have ensured mother’s wellbeing as we reveled in our reun-yow!”

Owain was cut off as his own sister pulled on his ear from one side while Lucina sighed at the other. “Come on - time and place, brother,” she sighed.

Inigo hugged his cousin and gently pulled her away from her brother. “Now now Morgan - it’s hardly a surprise, isn’t it?”

Lissa turned back to a bemused Robin. “I’m still standing,” she chuckled.

Ophelia and Soleil blushed at the strange dichotomy of family love that ignored the lascivious nature of it all. The men bare and hard and the women dressed in the kind of attire reserved for honeymoons, not kin.

But neither one dared to disengage, not as their lips and tits remained wrapped around their grandfather’s cocks. Their eyes flickered between the humorous banter of the patriarchs and matriarchs before they shifted towards their parent’s antics. Both daughter's eyes found themselves locked upon their fathers as their hips squirmed together.

Chrom noticed first and nudged Robin’s shoulder. “Hey - looks like we’ve lost them,” he mused.

Robin turned away from his perky wife and mulled their next course. He let go of Ophelia’s head, much to the mage’s disappointment, while his other hand remained wrapped around Lissa’s nape. “Hmm...I think they’ve shown themselves, right?”

The Exalt nodded and turned towards his wife. “Olivia?”

The rosette bit her lip and squirmed. “I um...w-well I’d kind of like to stay here with you, Chrom,” she explained as her ring-clad finger stroked against his neck.

“Yep - same. I want some special time with my husband,” Lissa demanded as she squeezed Robin’s shoulder. He opened his mouth to speak, but their daughter chimed in first.

“Count us in, right Lucy?” Morgan insisted.

Lucina blinked at the sudden arrangement. “Pardon?” she asked.

“Ooh...So much for that,” Olivia sighed and mumbled in disappointment. Ophelia and Soleil glanced at each other before they nodded and popped their lips off the two men’s cocks. They released their breasts and slowly rose back to their feet without care of the mess between their legs or on their breasts.

“Fear not, my Queen - we shall take our leave and let you have revelry with your beloved. Is that not so, Soleil?” she proposed in a tone that left little room to protest.

The rosette shrugged and stretched as her sore breasts flopped free. “Yeah, that’s fair enough - I think I’m satisfied enough,” she boasted with a grin.

Her antics earned a flurry of chortles and sighs from her entire family. Robin had the decency to rub the back of his head as he apologized with a sheepish smile. Sorry, Soleil.”

Y’know, it’s okay Uncle Robin - just make sure you make good on our deal next time~” she grinned and pecked his cheek. Ophelia nodded and kissed his other cheek before the duo repeated the tender act to the Exalt. They turned towards their fathers and mothers.

“O-Oh!”

“Alley-oop!”

The six turned and watched as the patriarchs pulled their dear wives into their laps. Or in Lissa’s case, she simply hopped over the couch and right atop Robin. Instantly, the older couples locked lips with contrasted-yet-equally passionate kisses. Morgan and Lucina watched before they stepped forward and waited for their parent’s attention.

Soleil crossed her arms and huffed. Hmph, maybe it's not to la-aaaate?!”

She was cut off as Inigo scooped up his daughter in his arms and carried her like a bride. She blinked and gawked at the sudden act while her father’s shocking strength held her. “D-Dad?!”

“Eeep!”

Ophelia yelped as Owain repeated the process.

Fear not, Ophelia - your father is here!” he grinned and carried her across the room to the nearby table. Inigo led Soleil to the heavily used bed with the intent more than clear. Both blushing daughters spared a glance back as their mothers and grandmothers converged together.

Chrom felt a shift and looked up in time to see his daughter-in-law grin at him. “Hi daddy - got room for your second-favorite daughter?” she cooed.

“O-Ooh!”

Olvia gasped as her husband’s cock threatened to send her off his lap. Robin and Lissa laughed at their daughter’s antics before they turned to the other princess- their niece and daughter-in-law. “Well Lucy - wanna join us, too?” the blonde invited.

Lucina tucked her hair back and nodded. Lissa slipped off Robin’s lap and grabbed his hard cock to hold it up. She left room for Lucina to sit aside between her and the tactician’s legs. As one they planted their tongues on his crotch and licked right up to his tip. Lissa reached first and popped her mouth over his tip while Lucina prepared to take over the moment her aunt pulled free. “Hmmmmm,” he tipped back and groaned.

Morgan leaned forward and whispered in Olivia’s ear. Whatever she said made the rosy queen squeak before she tepidly nodded. Chrom let his wife slip off his lap and down onto the floor as she positioned herself across from Morgan. They pushed their generous breasts together and wrapped the Exalted shaft between them. “Gods,” he growled as they shook and rolled against his girth.

Lucina heard her father’s grumble and blushed as she popped her lips over Robin’s cock. Her ring glinted while she sucked off her father-in-law with the same ease she’d offer to her Chrom or Inigo. She pulled back and let her aunt tend to her husband’s loins while the two princesses rubbed their hands against the tactician's girth.

Morgan glanced behind Olivia to appraise her mother and cousin’s actions. Satisfied that her father was content she returned her focus to her exalted uncle. Her bosom rubbed and squeezed against the Queen’s - a feat that had happened many a time in the past when Morgan got the private overnight audience with the royal couple themselves. The wedding band on her finger disappeared into her large tits while she rubbed and stroked against the royal scepter.

Inigo and Owain devoted their focus on their daughters as the newly-inducted ‘brides’ writhed and ground against their fathers. Ophelia’s limbs wrapped tight around her boistorous dad just as Soleil’s fingers and toes curled under Inigo’s skillful ministrations. The slight cool sting from the men’s rings barely even phased their daughters - not anymore.

Soon the sounds of revelry and debauchery filled the already sex-stricken chamber. From the bed came the shocked yelps and delighted coos of Soleil while her father worked over her body. From the table came the duet of flowered tongues while father and daughter rutted together. And at the couch sat the co-patriarchs as their wives and their daughter-in-laws tended to their heavily used loins.

Somewhere in the distance came the tolls of bells - a wedding far removed from the bridal boughs that weaved tight together...