The chamber had become a temple of sweat-slicked limbs and whispered pleas, the torchlight now dimming as dawn approached. Anna lay sprawled across Takumi's chest, her breathing still uneven from her climax, her thighs trembling where they draped over his hips.
Around them, the others rested in various states of exhaustion—Flare curled against Takumi's side, her lips still parted around a soft whimper; Setsuna's wolf ears twitching in her sleep, her tail draped possessively over his legs; Kureha slumped against the wall, her knightly armor long discarded, her silver hair tangled from countless hands pulling at it; Norn nestled between Anna and Flare, her royal pride reduced to quiet, contented sighs.
But Takumi wasn't done yet.
His fingers traced idle patterns down Anna's spine, stirring her from her half-doze. "One last time," he murmured, his voice rough with promise.
Anna's amber eyes fluttered open, her lips curving into a knowing smile. "Greedy," she teased, but her hips shifted instinctively, her body still sensitive from earlier.
Flare stirred at the movement, her blue-green eyes blinking sleepily. "M-Master...♡" Her voice was a breathy whine, her fingers trailing down his stomach toward his already hardening length.
Setsuna's growl was half-hearted, her exhaustion evident in the way her claws barely pricked his skin. "Sleep... first," she grumbled, though her tail twitched with interest.
Kureha, watching from the wall, let out a quiet sigh. I should protest... I should... But her thighs pressed together at the sight, her body remembering the pleasure he'd wrung from her.
Norn, ever the reluctant participant, surprised them all by crawling forward first. Her fingers, usually so hesitant, wrapped around Takumi's cock with surprising confidence. "L-Let me," she whispered, her royal pride replaced by something far more intoxicating—want.
What followed was a tangle of limbs and whispered encouragements, of lips and tongues and teeth. Flare took charge of his balls, her delicate fingers massaging the sensitive skin while her tongue lapped at the base of his shaft. Norn, emboldened by the others' reactions, took the head into her mouth, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked tentatively.
Anna guided them with gentle touches, her fingers threading through Flare's hair, her other hand stroking Norn's back encouragingly. "Good girl," she murmured to the princess, watching Norn's eyes darken at the praise.
Kureha, unable to resist any longer, joined them, her knightly resolve replaced by something far more primal. Her lips brushed against Takumi's inner thigh, her tongue darting out to taste the salt of his skin.
Setsuna, despite her earlier protests, nosed at Takumi's free hand until his fingers tangled in her fur, scratching behind her ears in the way she loved.
Takumi's groan was filthy as their combined attentions pushed him toward the edge. "Fuck—"
Anna's hand tightened in Flare's hair, guiding her faster. "Make him cum," she ordered softly, her voice leaving no room for disobedience.
Flare obeyed instantly, her tongue working in tandem with Norn's lips, her fingers squeezing his balls just enough to—
"Hah—!"
Takumi's release hit hard, his cock pulsing as he spilled into Norn's waiting mouth. The princess swallowed eagerly, her cheeks flushing at the taste, her fingers digging into his thighs as she took every last drop.
Flare lapped up what escaped, her tongue darting out to clean him with practiced ease. Kureha, ever the knight, pressed a kiss to his hip in quiet devotion.
Setsuna, satisfied, nuzzled against his side with a contented sigh.
And Anna?
Anna smiled, her fingers stroking through Takumi's hair as his breathing slowed. "Rest now," she murmured, her voice a gentle command.
…
Dawn's first light filtered through the high windows of the chamber, casting golden streaks across the tangled pile of limbs. Flare's head rested on Takumi's chest, her peach-pink hair fanned out like a halo. Norn, for all her earlier protests, clung to his arm like a lifeline, her face peaceful in sleep.
Setsuna's tail twitched occasionally, her wolfish instincts still alert even in rest. Kureha, surprisingly, had curled against Anna's side, her silver hair blending with Anna's light brown braid where it draped over them both.
Anna was the only one still awake, her amber eyes soft as she watched them all. Her fingers traced idle patterns over Takumi's shoulder, her touch light enough not to disturb him.
This, she thought, is where we were always meant to be.
No more princesses. No more knights. No more roles to play or masks to wear.
Just them.
Just his.
And as the sun rose higher, casting its warmth over their exhausted forms, Anna finally allowed herself to drift off—her last thought a quiet, contented sigh.
"Perfect."
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