A regrettable round two

(This chapter is part of a multichapter smut scene.)

While your and Dorothea’s minds attempt to stop fizzling, the two competitors switch places. The future prime minister seems intent on giving you a rougher treatment than he gave Dorothea. He bends your legs back until your feet are next to your head, so you grab your ankles in a show of cooperation that he probably doesn’t deserve. Without so much as an announcement this time, you find yourself stuffed with Ferdinand’s cock.

You immediately lose any cool you’d managed to collect when he hits your g-spot with pinpoint precision. Just like Dorothea, you quickly find yourself with labored breathing, trying to distract yourself to avoid an embarrassingly quick orgasm. It’s the first time he’s even touched you, and he already seems to have a map of your most sensitive spots! You look up at him in confusion amidst a flurry of obscene squeals leaving your throat.

He answers your unspoken question, “I know from watching Edelgard that you enjoy being the target of some ****. How ironic, a professor who likes being dominated by her students. Not that I’m complaining. In fact, I find it endearing that such an authority figure prefers having no authority at all.”

To prove his point, he speeds up while continuing his relentless onslaught on your pussy’s weak spot. He’s fucking you just as hard as Edelgard, but unlike her, he doesn’t have to work as hard for it. The rhythm is much smoother than hers as he plows away at your womanhood with barely any effort. His constant hammering into your depths has you just as wet as Dorothea was, if not more so. You can’t even grab the bedsheets like his previous victim, since you’re already gripping your legs as you fail to suppress your moans even half as well as she did. How did she endure this for any length of time!? You let your head sink into the bed as you hang at the brink of orgasm with no way to stop it.

“Keep it up, Edie! You can do it!” Dorothea cheers.

On the other side of the bed, Dorothea is actively encouraging Edelgard, making her preferred victor clear. Edelgard is doing much the same thing as she did with you, throwing one powerful thrust after the next into the fair-skinned commoner. Yet, Dorothea seems fairly calm, as though her partner’s efforts aren’t doing much for her. Perhaps she feels good, but not nearly as good as this pompous jerk is making you feel! When you search your heart, you have to admit that you really don’t want this guy to win, so you decide to pitch in as well.

“Yes, EdelgaAAArd. Do your *AHHHH* best!”

That might not have been your best move, since it seems to anger the man who holds total control over your body right now. “I simply can’t abide my partner cheering for my opponent. I’d wanted to make this more dramatic, but if you’re going to be such a poor sport, then I’ll simply claim my victory.”

His thumb grazes your clit, and that single act is enough to knock you off the precipice of pleasure. A shrill, girly cry, better suited to one of your students than yourself, rings out through Edelgard’s bedroom. Your toes curl, your tongue hangs out of your mouth, and your cunt spasms with enough **** that it almost hurts. As the deservedly-pompous noble withdraws, a burble of girlcum leaks from your tunnel, soaking the bedsheets beneath. The next minute is nothing but you spasming as a folded-up slut sandwich, not processing anything around you. While you’re busy being incapacitated by an unwanted climax, Dorothea is trying to fake an orgasm to make it look like a tie.

“Well, it appears we’ve tied, Ferdinand,” Edelgard claims with a shaky voice. “I suppose we’ll have to move on to the next round.”

“Please,” Ferdinand counters, voice full of indignation. “I have made that girl cum countless times, and I will not mistake her conniving theatrics for the real thing.”

Edelgard furrows her brow. “…Fine. Indeed, Dorothea’s acting experience was not earned in the bedroom.”

“Hey, what’s that supposed to mean!?” shouts Dorothea, putting her comical flailing on hold.

Edelgard continues. “But I refuse to accept these results! How can I believe that you made our Professor, a woman of such erotic beauty and sensual allure, climax so easily?”

Ferdinand gives an exaggerated shrug. “It matters not if you believe it. Perhaps she is a depraved woman who has spent her life with no outlet before Garreg Mach. Perhaps she has a weak spot for the ideal of nobility, and the way in which I embody it. Or perhaps I am simply that much better than you at pleasing a woman. What matters is that I have won, Edelgard, and you have lost.”

“As I said, I refuse to accept that!”

Ferdinand smiles confidently. “Very well. We will compete for one more round, and I will win that as well.”

By the time you come to your senses, you’ve got Edelgard’s strap-on in your cunt again.