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Ever since you joined the Shepherds of Ylisse, you’ve found great success as a fighter. You may not be the best individual warrior in the group, not even close, but there’s something that you have over the others, and that is that you’re disciplined, cautious, and follow the orders of your tactician to the letter.
Of course, that doesn’t mean you can’t think for yourself, but Robin’s strategies are superb and minimize the loss of life as much as possible. You’d trust him with your life.
You’ve spent two years with them, surviving the Plegian War and even traveling to Valm with Chrom and the rest. But on the way, the group picked up a certain girl. Red, twintailed hair, an angry scowl, defensive body language, and an offensive way of speaking. A total, absolute headache, that Severa, and it feels strange knowing just who her mother is, such an image of impeccable discipline. And she ended up being in your unit, of all places, and as a distinguished warrior herself, you shared command with her.
And you two couldn’t be more different, despite fighting side by side. You rely on coordination and planning, using your mind and your command to follow the strategies and keep your men alive. Severa also keeps the men alive, of course… By charging into the fray before everyone else, breaking formation and slaughtering the enemies with her skill and strength. It’s admirable, in a way, but at the same time, it makes you feel like it puts the men in danger. And puts her in danger too, if you’re honest with yourself.
She’s also not afraid to speak her mind when strategy meetings come. “…That doesn’t mean you have to charge in instantly and put everyone in danger by breaking formation, Severa.”
Severa scowls, turning her head to look at you after she exposits her plan. “My tactics work; yours are indecisive and inefficient, Soldier.”
Soldier. A way to demean your rank, put you under her, and demean your knack for executing your orders perfectly. “And yours are just suicidal, Vanguard.”
Her eyes flicker for a moment as you call her by her actual rank, softening them for a split second that is easily missed by anyone who isn’t you. You can see it in her eyes, she just wants to keep everyone safe by routing the enemy fast… But she puts herself in too much danger, and with time… That has started to pain you.
Everyone can see the duality of your relationship here, with Lucina shaking her head with a smile, while Chrom pats your shoulder as he tries to contain his laugh. And of course, Robin just takes over, his insight overriding everything else.
Severa sits down again, right beside you. And you hear a whisper. “Boring.”
And you respond. “Reckless.”
“Cowardly.” Again.
“Overconfident.” And again.
And over and over and over you clash, sparks practically visible between you, until the strategy meeting is over, with Robin managing to find a perfect strategy that Severa will surely break.
And of course, while everyone disperses, you start returning to your rooms at the inn you’re staying at. And of course, you keep arguing with Severa on the way there. Always bickering, and yet always together. It was ironic. “And you keep going in and trying to fight the spears with a sword, as if they can’t just poke you and then you’re dead! Lissa is not going to always be around to fix the holes in your body, you know?”
“Shut up already! You just don’t want to seize the initiative; you’re just always staying behind and letting the enemies make the first move on you. One day you’ll see a catapult fire on you, and you’ll just hold in place because you weren’t given the order to dodge!” Severa practically snarls at you, and as always, the end days with this discussion between you two, retiring to your accommodations.
You can’t help but worry. As much as she stresses you out, Severa is your close companion, and seeing her get killed, or even just hurt, would hurt you just as much.
And yet, the next day, after the planned skirmish, you went in to eliminate a troop of Risen sighted by the scouts near your current base of operations, Severa does what she always does: Disobey orders, break formation, go in, and almost get herself killed.
And of course too, you have a heated discussion once more after the meeting, getting so distracted that you somehow enter an alleyway with her on the way to the inn, completely deviating from the route everyone else took.
“You’re being too damn reckless, you WILL get yourself killed, Severa!!” You almost growl at her as the sun starts falling, curtailing you both in shadows in the alleyway. She walks ahead of you and fires back without even turning. “Your plans are way too slow, Soldier. Even the Risen would have had time to retreat with just how overcautious you are. The only thing you will kill the enemies with is boredom! Let me do my thing, what does it matter to you if I get killed?!”
Your frustration boils over, and you almost sprint ahead to grab her from the shoulder, forcing her to turn around and face you. And then, you cross the line, saying something that you very much know you should not say, but that your frustration on the face of Severa’s suicidal recklessness makes you say anyway. You lift a hand, poking the middle of her chest, and let out the venomous words. “Your refusal to listen is exactly why you will never measure up to Cordelia’s legacy, you foolhardy idiot…!!!”
And the last thing you see is that gloved fist going right for your face before everything goes black. As for what you hear? A metallic thud, a few hurried steps, and a couple of sniffles that make your heart hurt much more intensely than any single wound you’ve suffered in the last two years of being a soldier, making you realize your mistake.
“Meoow.” Is the first thing you hear once you wake up, the night having fallen completely while you were out. You move a hand to your face, feeling something dry and flaky sticking to your lips and nose, making you realize just how hard Severa had punched you. “Fuck…”
You slowly lift your head, looking at the cat sitting beside you, its whiskers stained with small bits of the dried meat you were carrying in your pockets, and you sigh. “Dammit…”
You move a hand to pat the cat almost instinctively, but it jumps out of the way, looking at you with those deep blue eyes, tilting its head aside, before walking towards you again and rubbing its head on your leg. You shake your head before just getting up. Looking up above, you judge it must be about seven at night by now. Severa’s punch took you out for at least one hour, you figure, but at least your face doesn’t hurt. Any swelling must have gone away while you were out cold.
It was lucky no one robbed you, too; your coin pouch is still nice and safe within your pocket. “Man… Why did I say that…?”
You know very well that comparing her to her mother is Severa’s sore spot, and a massive one at that, and yet you did it anyway, on purpose, and with the intent to hurt her. And now you’re disappointed with yourself. In this moment, you have two options: Go back to the inn and right towards your room and forget about what happened completely… Or try and make it up to her. As much as you bicker and fight, and as much as you wouldn’t ever admit it to her… You do care for Severa. She’s reckless, but she has your back, and she knows you have hers.
The Shepherds have been stationed in this town for a couple of weeks now, and you know very well that Severa has been enjoying a certain pastry from a certain cake shop, so with some luck… You can bring something to her as an apology.
So you get moving, slipping out of the alleyway while scraping the dried blood off your face, blowing the little fresh one left in your nose out with a handkerchief, and searching for the little cozy place.
Cheese tarts. You buy a bunch, brushing off the old woman asking where your redhead girlfriend is with a roll of your eyes and a blush before heading right for the inn. You know where her room is, having gone to wake her up a bunch of times, doing your best not to call the attention of the other Shepherds. And you stand before that door, the same wood and the same shape as all the others. But knowing who’s behind it, you can’t help but feel nervous about it all.
Remorse hurts; you have to confess to yourself as you lift a hand and knock on the door. Slow, three times. The same as always. “Severa? It’s me.”
You hear scrambling behind the inn’s door, and as soon as it starts opening, you bow. “I want to apologize… For what I said earlier.”
You hold the dessert in front of you, as if offering it to a superior, before looking up. You see that she’s down to her loose pants and her undershirt, underwear discarded, to leave her perky breasts tenting the white piece of cloth that has its fair share of bloodstains even after being washed. And then you notice her flushed face, slightly disheveled hair, and the mug in her hand. She was drinking alone.
Silently, she takes a step back and aside, permitting you to enter her room. And you just do so, walking inside and looking around as Severa closes and locks the door. It’s disorganized, but not as much as you expected. Though her armor and weapons are thrown in a corner like trash, and her pillow is stained with something near the headboard of the bed, telling you that she had very much cried after she clocked you and ran away.
“I…” She starts, averting her eyes from you as you turn around and place the box of tarts on a small table. “Ahh…”
She lets out a sigh, just moving to the table and sitting on a chair before pulling out a second mug from somewhere and serving you some ale, wordlessly inviting you to sit on the other chair in front of her. Severa looks at you for a moment before rubbing her eyes and opening the box, pulling out a tart and biting down on it, lightly smiling once she tastes it. And you can’t help but smile too, looking at her. “It’s from that store you like.”
“I know.” She says immediately, as if to correct you, before just sighing again. “And you talk as if you don’t like it too.”
“Only because you’ve made me go with you every damn time.” You retort, leaning back before drinking from the mug, tasting the cheap ale. And she starts fuming just a bit. “If you wanted to stay, you could’ve just said so!”
You look at her for a second before just shaking your head. “Yeah… I guess I could have just stayed if I really wanted to, Severa.”
Her mouth falls open at your concession of her point, very much a rarity, and then she grits her teeth. “I…”
You look at her for a moment, wondering if she will really say the words you’re thinking of. But she just sighs, letting all her air out. “Severa…”
“I’m sorry.” She suddenly says, looking at you, blushing, before averting her gaze once more. “I’m sorry for hitting you. I… Shouldn’t have done it.” Her words come out clear and concise, even with her embarrassment and slight anger.
You’re flabbergasted, because for Severa to admit a mistake… It takes her a lot, you know, from experience. Though in your opinion… “It’s alright. I deserved it anyway. I shouldn’t have said that, and I crossed the line…”
“Eh… I only lashed out because it’s the truth.” She manages to admit, saying it almost casually. “Ah… I mean…”
The ambient gets tense for a moment, with neither of you knowing quite what to say. But you start speaking again. “Reminds me of that time Robin chewed Chrom out for something similar. You know, he’s our leader and all, but he’s a bit… Headstrong.”
“That he is. Guess Lucina did get it from somewhere after all.” Severa says with a little laugh before downing the mug of cheap ale and serving herself some more. “Or that time that Sully punched Vaike over his ‘teach’ shtick. Deserved, in my opinion.”
“Yeah, maybe…” You laugh with her as you drink too, starting to eat the cheese tarts together with her. And just like that, you manage to make peace with Severa, at least on some level. Perhaps it wasn’t that bad, at the end of the day. But as the alcohol flows and you keep talking about stories to pass the time and eliminate the tense mood, your natural clashing comes back, making you start bickering with the redhead once more. But you guess that’s just natural between the two of you. You and Severa not bickering would feel as if something was amiss, and everyone would notice it.
However, this little fight was a bit different. “No, I’m telling you, you’re much more skilled than me at just finishing the enemy, there’s a reason I rely on formations so much.”
“No!” She says, slamming her hand down on the table and making the couple of tarts left jump. “You know exactly where to stab to take them in one hit, while I just slash until they die. It’s different.”
“But you’re also much faster than me, Severa.” You retort, and she shakes her head, before moving a hand to grab your bicep, your armor long removed and thrown on a corner too, as you were getting hot due to the alcohol you’ve been drinking. “That’s only because you wear that stupid big armor, Soldier! That makes you stronger than me, too!”
“You’re very strong too, though!” You say, moving your hand and grabbing her arm in return, making her lift it. “Come on, flex!”
Strangely enough, she does so, obeying your request and showing the strong muscle in her arm. “I guess I am pretty strong. But you’re much more built, you know? Takes a lot of muscle to wear that great armor…”
Severa stands up, still gripping your bicep and making you stand up too. She moves her other hand towards you, and you feel that this is taking something of a dangerous turn… But maybe the danger is not a bad one in this particular case. She lifts up your undershirt, exposing your abs to her face, a few faded and fresh scars marring them. “Just look at this, holy shit, you’re a unit…!!”
You have a feeling that this isn’t only about your physique when it comes to combat prowess. “And these scars… Sorry for this one, it was my fault…”
It was indeed her fault, but it was fine. Still, your half-drunk mind couldn’t let this end like this. “It’s alright. Besides, you’re plenty strong too, even if not to my level.”
She almost jumps when you place your hand on her middle, feeling that toned stomach of hers as you take a step forward almost unconsciously… And Severa does the same, walking closer to you. “Come on, are you… Are you trying to…? Fuck, but this looks good… It’s so hot…”
Her tongue has been loosened by the alcohol so much that she just said that outright. “You’re so strong, you could lift me up and just…!”
She shuts up, getting even redder than before. And you can’t help but press forward, your inhibitions also diminished. “What? Pin you to the wall…? Show you how much I can do to you with this body…?”
She stands closer, and closer, close enough to press her breasts to your body, looking up at your taller form. “Yeah… Yeah, just that… It would be so… I want… I-I mean I don’t…!! Dammit…!!”
Severa’s confused, and so are you. You know you like her, and that she likes you too, but right at this moment, you can’t think clearly. Your body is taking control for you, and it does something that would earn you another punch.
“Ah?!” You grope her ass, feeling its softness over the loose pants, and you look at Severa’s face as her face gets as red as her hair. And yet Severa didn’t retaliate like that time. No, she pushed closer, her hands slipping between you to touch the bulge on your pants.
You look at each other closely, your breath mixing with her own as your gazes try to communicate without saying a single word. It’s a stalemate; both of you want to continue, but both of you want the other to do it first. To admit defeat in this little battle of pure desire that is very much like the two of you, and the only way that the tension between you could really end.
And finally, you decide to concede. “Let’s be honest, Severa, I—“
“Just fucking take me already.” She says, looking at you so intensely that if stares could fuck you, you’d be unconscious on the bed already.
So you do just what she says, obeying her command for the first time in your life and clasping her ass with both hands, lifting her in the air at the same time that she jumps, mashing her mouth to yours as she wraps her arms behind your neck, holding you tight as you share the taste of the cheese and cheap ale along with the one belonging to the two of you, tongues outright wrestling between your mouths as you keep your eyes wide open to look right at Severa’s own, unable to tear them away from her as you both looked as drunk in lust as you can be but also bewildered at the fact that you are really, genuinely doing this, finally.
And how could you not be? After so much fighting and bickering and insults and berating…and now you’re wildly making out with Severa as she clings to you and you carry her weight, your strong hand massaging that shapely ass that you have observed so, so much. Either from her running ahead in battle, or her just purposely walking ahead of you whenever you did anything together.
And in all honesty, it feels damn amazing to do this. As if a weight has been lifted off your shoulders, even if in reality you’re literally carrying more weight. But hell if it doesn’t feel good to carry Severa, her fingernails scraping on your upper back as you desperately and half-drunkenly swap spit with her. “Hhmmf, ghhhffhh…!!”
But she can’t stop moving while kissing, grinding her body against yours, and making you lose your balance. Thankfully, that chair is right behind you, and you just fall on it with Severa on top of you, gyrating those deliciously ample hips of hers on your bulge and getting you even harder than before. And staining your pants too, her pussy so damn wet that it was leaking through her own.
Finally, she deigns to break the miss, taking a deep breath before growling. “I can’t fucking believe I like you, you slow bastard…!”
“Shut up.” You immediately retort, slapping her ass and setting it jiggling with a bit more strength than strictly necessary, making her hiss before she moves a hand to pull on your hair, exposing your neck to her and letting her bite right down on it, sinking her canines into your skin and sucking as hard as she can, surely leaving a massive hickey that you will not be able to hide. She pulls back with a smirk. “See how you deal with that!”
“Two can play that game!” You grin, gripping her twintails and pulling on them, pressing your lips to her neck and licking your way up to her neck, before sucking on the sensitive skin and marking her in just the same way she did to you just a moment ago, hearing her hiss in your ear at the same time. “Y-You bastard, now everyone will see that…!!”
“Serves you right…!” You growl closely, pulling back and looking at her… Before you kiss once more, your hands aiding hers in divesting her of her undershirt and freeing her shapely breasts from their weak containment, letting you grope and squeeze the soft flesh and feel her shudder on top of you while she keeps gyrating those flared hips of hers on your bulge as if she knew how to dance seductively. And she may not know, but she might as well, with the way she’s making you feel with the jerky motions. “Fuck, fuck, I can’t wait anymore…!! Show me that cock!!”
Severa suddenly starts jerking around so much that she almost tips the chair over with both of you on top of it while trying to undo your pants, until she manages, letting your swollen cock and heavy balls fall out, her eyes widening like dinner plates when she realizes your size. “You not only have huge muscles, but a huge dick too?! And I thought you’d be a shrimp dick, soldier.”
“Oh, for the love of—Shut up, Severa!” You angrily growl as you outright rip her pants open, shredding them to pieces, before pulling her underwear -more like a thong- aside and exposing her pussy to your eyes, the outer lips reddened, puffy, and glistening with her excitement, and surrounded by dark red pubes that were just as wet as her skin. “S-Stop looking so much, you perverted fuck!”
So she said, but she made no effort to turn your eyes away, starting to grind her slit on your cock and making you feel even better than before, the smooth texture of her pussy on your cock perfectly contrasting the rougher frizziness of her pubes touching the sensitive skin. “Severa…!”
“I-I told you to take me already, didn’t I?! Do it already before I find another man to fuck—Me??!!” She couldn’t finish the provocation before you lift her and slam her down on your cock, pushing it as deep as it can go in one stroke and outright bulging her belly with your tip once it collides with her womb. Her eyes open wide, and tears fall from them as you see a little trickle of blood on your base, confirming something that you didn’t expect to be true. “F-Fuck… Y-You piece of garbage… This is my f-first time…!!”
She’s sniffling, but unlike the ones you heard in that alleyway, she isn’t sad exactly. No, even saying that, and cursing you in the process, she can’t contain the little smile that adorns her face at this moment. And damn if that beautiful face and the alcohol don’t make you say things you normally never would. “Hell, I love you, Severa…”
“W-W-What?! Don’t say that kind of thing at a time like this, are you daft?! Hey, I’m talking to y—Hmmm??!!” Once more, you interrupt her, this time by starting to kiss her desperately while you bounce her on your cock with your hands, taking control of the situation by dominating her mouth with your tongue and groping her practically naked body as if your life depended on it. And the look she gives you is just divine, her eyes foggy, her face reddened, a vein popping in her forehead just at the same time that she clings to you hard enough to dig her fingernails into your skin, drawing small drops of blood in her passion and want. It feels like she wants to rip you apart, and also like she doesn’t want to be separated from you for even a second.
“Hmhhhgghhhh…” Severa half moans, half growls into your mouth as you keep kissing, tasting you as much as you taste her, nibbling on your lips every time that she has the chance while still touching everywhere along your back. For her first time, she’s holding on very, very well, keeping her eyes open and her feet firmly planted on the sides of the big chair, starting to bounce herself on your cock at the same time that you move her with your hands, aiding you in fucking her near-virginal pussy to pieces.
Before, you could see some pain in her eyes. But now? All they reflect is pleasure, that dark red shade so similar to her hair, drawing you into the same fantasies that she’s experiencing. So much worry, so much want, so much anger, and so much bickering, all to end up like this.
But just like for you, you can see that deep inside, Severa feels the same way: It is worth it.
“Mhhhnghhh, Soldier…!!!” That intonation was different. That was not an insult, that was not a demeaning of your abilities and rank, that was… Affectionate. Full of want, full of desire. “Severa…!! This pussy’s so fucking good, I swear…!!”
“Ghhh…!!! S-Shut up…!!!” She cries, batting her hands against your back as she starts to bounce even faster on your big, hard cock, but you can see in the way she blushes even deeper and averts her eyes that she likes it, even if her standard response is just cursing and hitting you, just like always. But maybe that’s just a part of Severa that cannot be changed. Maybe before it bothered you a lot, but right at this moment, with her impaled on your cock, tip pressing on her hot womb? You find it endearing. Hot, even.
“Ahh, hhhaahh, fffuck!! Y-You’re way too damn big…!! You’re making me…!!” Severa whines as she looks down at her belly every time that she sinks down, watching your cocktip bulge her skin, and yet not stopping for even a second, too entranced by the pleasure to even think about taking a rest to get fully accustomed to it. No, all the two of you want to do right now is mash your bodies against each other and get lost in the incredible pleasure.
You don’t even notice when Severa rips your own regiment undershirt, the one given to all the shepherds, and that you’ll have to explain to Frederick the loss later. But that doesn’t matter, because with Severa burying her head between your chest and your neck, breathing in on your sweaty scent and biting down to muffle her moans as she tries to resist cumming, you have much better things to think of than just how you’ll explain a small logistics hiccup that will just result in you being given a replacement.
But you want to see her. So you move your hands, gripping that red hair again and pulling her head back, looking at that beautiful face as she grits her teeth and cries tears of pleasure and desperation, that angry vein on her forehead throbbing as she feels the pain on her head along with the one on her womb, created by the both of you as you keep up thrusting up and she slamming down. “L-Let go…!!”
“No…” You growl under your breath as you push your face closer, her alcoholic breath reaching you even easier. “I want to see your face as you cum your brains out…!!”
“W-W-Wha—HYYYYAAHHH!!” She screams as you hook your arms under her legs and stand up, making her lose all control as you thrust your cock into her with all of your strength and at full speed, the force almost making her slip off your dick only for gravity to bring her right back and make you punch her womb with it, her screaming as loud as it can be and surely being heard in other rooms, but you don’t give a damn anymore. You just want to see her lose her mind, your payback for everything she’s done, and your reward for bearing it. Besides… “You look so fucking hot when you lose your mind!!!”
“Fuck fuck FUCK s-shut UUUUUPP!! Y-YOU’RE MAKING ME CUM YOU BASTARD!! S-STOP, STOOOP!!!” She cries, and cries and screams and whines but you can see in those red eyes, she might just bite your throat out if you stop for even a second, her fingernails digging into your back like claws until she’s finally cumming, her delicious pussy squeezing all around you with all of its strength and forcing you to exert every last bit of your will to resist cumming inside of her and committing a mistake that you cannot undo, no matter how much you feel like doing it and making Severa all yours.
You can just imagine it, her first time and swollen with your baby already, claimed and ruined by you, unable to charge into the fray because she’ll be too busy being barefoot and pregnant for you. Simply delicious. But you’ll have to save it for later.
You’re content with seeing her face contort in angry pleasure as she’s turned into a complete mess by your cock throbbing inside of her, her hot pussy spraying on your middle as she squirts her excitement out for you to see and feel, and you can’t help but grin at watching her grit her teeth, frustrated that she ‘lost’ this fight against you by cumming first. But that only makes her all the more adorably hot to you. Besides, winning feels good.
“Ghhhuuuhh… I-I feel so gross…” She murmurs, but she can’t stop squeezing around you and looking at your eyes, almost entranced. “You were the one who started.”
“Shut it.” She immediately retorts, averting her gaze. “I don’t want to hear that from you. What, are you too chickenshit to cum inside of me, huh?”
And as if a sleeper order has been activated, you immediately dislodge Severa off your cock and throw her to the bed, taking the time to take off your pants and underwear completely and exposing your muscled body to her dazed eyes, before advancing on her. “W-What are you doing…?!”
“You tried to provoke me, Severa. Congratulations, you fucking did it. I’m going to knock you the hell up so much that you won’t be able to walk tomorrow after I’m done with you…!!” You growl like a beast as you get over the bed, manhandling her weaker body to get her on her hands and knees, her red eyes looking at you with anger and lusty desperation over her back. She’s about to lash out, you know it, and you know exactly what to do to stop her, too.
“Fuck!” She cries as you slam three fingers inside of her loosened pussy and start scratching everywhere in search for her most sensitive spots, and then you lean forward, grabbing both of her wrists in your big hand and pinning them down, letting you whisper in her ear. “You want my cum? I’ll give you all of it, you irresponsible brat…!!”
“What are you—BRAT??!!” Of all the things you said, and that’s what she takes offense to? What a fucking woman, you muse as you mix up her pussy and make her eyes roll back. “Ghhh, hhuuuoohh, fuck, fuck, stop that, stop it…!!!”
You don’t stop, you keep going, on and on and on, making her pleasure climb and mount closer to another orgasm that is coming at breakneck speed to make her lose her mind again, tears beading on her eyes and making her bite her lip hard enough to draw some blood, and just when she’s about to cum… You stop it, edging her and making her glare at you so nastily that you almost reel back. But you’re braver than usual today, and you just kiss her instead, slipping your tongue in her mouth and using her weakened state to do whatever you want with her, keeping your eyes on her and telling her without a word that the one in control here is you.
And as much as it frustrates her and she would never admit it to you, and much less anyone else… She likes it. She likes being under you, pinned down, and being played with like this. Those eyes don’t like, big and red and expressive and always letting you know what she’s thinking. She has never been the methodical type like you, and the eyes are a window to the soul, as they say. And her soul is as bare as her pussy right now, and you know that you have a place in it just as much as your cock belongs inside of her pussy now. “NnnnghhiiIIIIIII!!!”
As shrill scream coming out between gritted teeth, and you’re inside of Severa’s pussy again, gripping her hips from behind with enough strength to bruise as you start to brutally fuck her, giving her just what she wanted to get from you when she tried that provocation, slamming your hard cock as deep as it can go inside of her and prodding her sensitive cervix over and over and over, making her cry and wail in the pure abject pleasure of getting bred like a bitch in heat. Maybe this is what all the buildup of your relationship brought you to, after months and months of fighting together to repel that mounting invasion while still fending off the remaining Risen.
All this time fighting by her side, leading on to this development: You on top of her, fucking—No, rutting her tight, virginal pussy like a beast, all from behind as animals do. And you can’t help but get even rougher, throwing your hands forward and gripping those perfect red twintails of hers to use as your hold on her body, preventing her from burying her face on the pillows and forcing her to let out those strained pleasured screams that are all your responsibility, and that grace your ears so fucking well, so deliciously, so marvelously, so sweet under the desperate tones of them, under the surface-level anger that hides her affection.
“Ahhh, HHHYAAHHH!!!” Severa screams as she cums once more, her poor, inexperienced pussy unable to resist your assault, once more massaging your manhood and trying to milk every single last drop of your baby batter into that little fertile oven of hers. The difference is that this time, you’re not holding back, and immediately let yourself go too, growling and huffing like a beast as you pull on her hair hard enough to lift her upper half from the bed and press it to her chest, biting down on her shoulder. You move your hands, one gripping her breast in a crushing hold while the other pressed down on her womb from the outside as you fill it up with your cream, every clench of your balls and throb of your cock drowning Severa’s eggs in your swimmers to make absolutely fucking sure that she gets pregnant, easily filling her up enough that some of it starts escaping from the seal of her pussylips on your cock.
“Nhhoohh, nhhoouuuuhh…” She moans deliriously, her hands gripping your wrists and sinking her fingernails into your skin, but you don’t care even a little bit. She will get pregnant, and there’s nothing she can do about it. “I’m going to knock you up… I’ll put so many fucking babies on you that you’ll have to become responsible and stop taking so many risks…!”
“You… Scum… In your dreams…” She whines, but she can’t stop pushing back. Never have you seen such a dissonance between words and actions, and that only makes Severa even cuter in your eyes. “Then I will make them a reality. We’ll keep going…!!”
“…!!” Severa can only gasp and whine as you push her away from your cock and turn her around on the bed, putting her on her back and bending her legs towards her body, easily putting her on a mating press, your stained cockhead pressing to her cum-drooling pussy. “Ready to get pregnant?”
“Shut up, scum…” She says, but her arms and legs are already wrapping themselves around your back, ready to hold on to you for all that she’s worth. You just smirk, watching her mouth fall open in a silent scream as you drop your superior weight on her, making the bed creak as you bury your fat cock inside of her once again and start fucking her just like before, slamming down on her as you hold on to her with all of your strength, all while growling and grunting in her ear like a beast. “Ghhh, fuck, fuck, so good, I love you so fucking much…!!”
And her responses only make it better. “Ghhhuuuhhoohh, s-shut it, shut up shut up shut up…!! I-I can’t take that talk…!!”
She can’t take it because she likes it. She can’t take it because her body wants to get pregnant, and her mind too. All of Severa wants you, and you want her right back. “I h-hate you…!!!”
And that only sounds like a hidden ‘I love you’ when it reaches your ears. You know exactly what Severa means whenever she talks. Every time that she lied about following your orders, or for ‘needing your help’ to pick a dessert, or the few times she asked you to be her training partner because ‘you wouldn’t be an issue to subdue.’ You can read her like a book.
And right now? Right now, she wants you. She desires you. She yearns for you. She loves you.
“Get knocked up, Severa!!” You roar like a beast as you ram your cock into her over and over and over, cratering her against the bed, your flesh colliding against hers and making it ripple, small breasts lightly wobbling, and her ass bouncing with every hit of your hips and your balls, so full of semen and ready to give it all to her once more. “Get fucking pregnant, you reckless brat!!”
“No, nooo!!!” She cries again, even as you look at her red eyes and all they reflect are you, tears falling from them as she surely imagines you and her along with your future children, her heart and mind melting as she cums once more while you fill her up, grabbing her head and kissing her once more, little cries of ‘no’ and ‘stop’ still spilling between your lips. She’s so damn adorable, so damn hot, so damn alluring, and so damn bratty that punishing her like this just gives you life. You might get out of here completely exhausted, but you’re sure that tomorrow you’ll be able to wear your heavy armor with no trouble at all.
“Hhhhoohhhhh…” Severa moans as you pump her womb full of cum for the second time until it’s all overflowing from her pussy, her arms and legs clinging to you with all of her strength even as she shakes her head in negation.
Eventually, you finish cumming, your balls relaxing once more as you rest on top of Severa, silence building between you as even your breathing synchronizes. “…Did you get what you wanted, Severa?”
You feel a slap on your back, and then she hugs you harder. “Shut it, garbage…”
“Heh…” You snicker before pulling back and smiling at her. “Guess you didn’t. I might have to work some more today, then.
“W-What?! Don’t you get tired?!” Severa shouts as you start fucking her again, turning those complaints into moans. And you can only smirk. “I do wear that heavy armor. I can go for a long… Long while.”
“Nnnooooohhh…!”
A few weeks have passed.
Everything had returned to normal.
“And I swear to everything that is sacred that if you do that one more time, the one to kill you will be me, and not the enemy!” You shout at Severa as you enter town together with her and some of the other high-ranking Shepherds, who can’t help but snicker at your ‘fight’ with her.
“That’s if you can catch me, you slow idiot!” Severa mocks you as she runs circles around you, your heavy armor clanking with each step.
Bickering. Just as always. As is normal. As your relationship with Severa goes. It's your own special way of communicating with her, at this point.
And you keep going, with everyone going their separate ways. Everyone except you and Severa, taking your time to walk along some more scenic places of the small town the group is staying at. And while the discussion dies down eventually, you don’t really move away from her, and neither does she move away from you.
She stays close to your side. And eventually, you do grip her hand, making her stop in her tracks. She turns her head, looking at you with her usual annoyed expression. But a small smile appears on it. And you smile too. “You were waiting for it, weren’t you?”
Severa just kicks the leg of your armor, making a clanking sound that lets her know that you weren’t harmed in the slightest, just as always. “Shut it. Just hold me, Soldier…”
You wrap your arm around her back, resting it on her hip, and she hugs you from the side too, walking together where no one can see you, her affection on show only for you. “Yeah… Let’s go home… Severa.”
And so you move away, into the night of the little, occupied down. Once more to search for that bakery and indulge Severa with a little treat. She’s been craving those tarts recently, and you very much know the reason.
You can’t help but worry more, fuss over her more, love her more. After all… She’s carrying something precious now. And you can’t wait for this war to be over so you can retire with Severa. And bicker over who will take care of the trash every single day.