Chapter 2 - Peacekeepers' third sword (Futa on male)

“Don’t Peacekeepers usually work alone?” Lord Aubry asked. The Iron Claw Legion’s commander’s and elite units stood around a large oak table, strewn with maps and metal pieces representing troops and deployments. Much of the large-scale work had been done and a few commanders had already retired for the night, leaving just a few smaller operations to be taken care of by the elite units. One such operation was the sabotage of a series of baggage trains departing the enemy Viking’s forwarding base for the front lines supplying valuable equipment that the Iron Claw Legion could really do without. To that end, individuals of the Peacekeeper corps would usually be well suited to such tasks, quite but deadly, they’d be able to destroy more than enough of the baggage trains to cripple the enemy lines. And the two Peacekeepers standing across from Aubry were more than capable. 


“Well, we’re a special case,” Alisa smiled. Slightly taller than her partner, bustier too, her chest swelling richly, filling out her wide frame nicely. She looked more like a brawler than an assassin, but Aubry had seen firsthand how quiet and deceptively skilful she was with her short-sword and dagger. Her bright blond hair signified her boisterous personality perfectly, she was always the loudest one in the bar and always down to scrap. “We’ve trained and worked together for so long that we’re much more effective together.”


Her partner, Susan, simply nodded. She was much smaller and lithe, filling the Peacekeeper look far better than her partner. She was much more reserved in her behaviour too, simply preferring not to speak. Just as accomplished with her blades, the pair were extremely deadly and effective, playing off of each other’s strengths and weakness with perfect harmony. “You can count on us, sir.”


Aubry clasped his hands together. “Splendid. It’s decided then. Go with the light, Alisa and Susan, and may your-”


“Just one more thing, sir,” Alisa interrupted, rapping her knuckles on the table. “We’d like to take one of your knights along, if you can spare one.”


“While I can certainly spare the manpower, I’m afraid my knights are woefully inadequate in areas of stealth and assassination. They would only slow you down.” 


“Well, there are often times where the extra muscle can come in handy. Y’know, if we need something heavy lifted,” Alisa winked. “Us little Peacekeepers aren’t exactly built for that kind of thing.”


Aubry pondered for just a moment, before replying. “I’m not an expert in that area myself, so I’ll defer to your best judgment. If you think taking along one of my knights would be a greater help than hindrance, so be it. I have a few elite Wardens healthy and itching for some action, I’ll have one assigned to you.”


Alisa spent a second in exaggerated thought. “If I may be so bold, sir, Wardens are very set in their ways and wouldn’t adapt well to our ... unique techniques. Might you have someone younger, more impressionable...”


Aubry grinned. “I’ve learned a few things in my time, ladies. Leave negotiations to the professionals, just give me a name and I’ll tell you if he’s available.”


Alisa smirked, matching his cunning. “Nicolas, from Ravenholt. I’ve worked with him before, he’s a fast learner and somewhat familiar with me and Susan already.”


Aubry, not knowing every single knight under his command by name, turned his gaze towards Susan, trying to decipher what secret intentions hid under their seemingly reasonable request. Her short, raven-black hair didn’t move, she didn’t react at all. 


Alisa laughed at his suspicion. “Relax sir, trust us. Nicolas has helped us out before and I know we can trust him, that’s all.” 


Satisfied, Aubry took a pen and parchment and scribbled off a quick order before handing it off to a nearby orderly, assigning Nicolas to the now-three person strike team. 


Aubry, despite being around the block a few times, simply wasn’t with the times, or good at reading people as he thought her was, since the women’s history with Nicolas was far more than a little help some time ago. Susan’s girthy futa cock was rock hard under the table, her wood pressing hard against the wood. Alisa, though slightly smaller was her endowment, it was still considerable and she too was rock hard at the thought of little Nicolas' cute little boy-butt. The young boys going through training at Ravenholt, barely adults, lived in constant terror of the all-female, all-futa peacekeeper corps. At any time of day outside of formal training hours, a bored peacekeeper could appear and molest them without mercy. A most humiliating order, ordered to suck them off or worse, bend over for the higher-ranked futas to use as fucktoys. The cutest of the boys would be taken and reassigned, spending the rest of their military lives serving as entertainment for the much more capable futas. Rumors abounded about the secret sex club in the lower dungeons, and Susan along with Alisa had shared many well-trained, twinky little blondes between their fat cocks.

At Ravenholt, the boys learned more on how to pleasure girthy girlcocks than actually military instruction and Nicolas had learned well. 


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The tent had barely been set up before Susan couldn’t hold herself back anymore. They’d set up camp after a day’s scouting, now only a few hours away from the baggage train’s route. Nicolas, a small, cute, brown haired boy, bent over to unroll his thin bedspread when Susan’s slim fingers grabbed at his trousers and shoved him to the ground. 


“I’ve waited so long for this,” Susan hissed, pressing her fully clothed body against his. “I’m gonna fill your cute little ass all night!” 


Nicolas simply sighed. “Of course. Why else would you two have brought me along except as a fuck-toy, right?”


“Army whores are just as important as army chefs,” Alison joined her partner, wagging a finger at Nicolas like he was a naughty child, which considering the circumstances, might as well have been the case. 


Nicolas sighed again and took off his pants and underwear. “Well, I’d be lying if I said I didn’t like it. I just wish I could be useful as something other than a tight hole every now and again. Makes me feel a little inadequate at times, you know?”


“Nonsense! I love your cute little penis,” she laughed as he laid down next to him, flicking at his exposed length; barely two inches long fully erect and about as girthy as her pinky finger, his balls too were nearly non-existent, entire ballsack barely the size of a cherry. “I love seeing the tiny little drops of semen that you dribble out when you cum from being pounded in the ass for hours. You’re not just a tight hole, cutie,” she cooed, pulling off her top and shoving his face into her voluminous tits. “Mmmmm,” she sighed deeply as he struggled, locked helpless in the ocean of her titflesh by her thick arms without a chance of escaping. Her cock rock hard, practically throbbing as she looked down at his sweaty head. She had to hold herself back from just grabbing him by the jaw and skullfucking him silly for hours and hours. 


Which she had done before. She loved exchanging wet kisses with Susan while the two spit-roasted some lucky boy for hours on end. They’d usually finish by beating them black and blue, spitting and sometimes pissing on their pathetic male bodies. But that was fine for the ugly boys they never intended to see or talk to again, Nicolas was different. Aside from the obvious that he was assigned to them as a knight, they had taken a liking to him and he seemed to enjoy taking their cocks, so some slowness and tenderness was usually in order. There were plenty of hapless boy-knights to take their raping urges out on, to leave beaten and unconscious, covered in piss and spit, what was wrong with finding a cute little boy to act their maternal instinct on? 


So Alisa kept Nicolas buried in her breasts, squeezing his face hot and hard in her cleavage, giggling at his frantic, half-attempts to escape from her sweltering tits, while Susan took out her enormous futa cock and stroked Nicolas’ thighs with it. She put her hands on his ass and spread his cheeks, poking at his prim asshole with her girthy futa length.


“You ready for this, cutie?” Susan whispered throatily in his ear. She wanted to bury herself balls-deep inside of him so badly. Her cock ached, her fat, laden balls hanging loose, burdened with seed as she pressed her cockhead against his hole, admiring his cute ass the same way men admired her cute ass. In the same way, she could only imagine what it would look like after being ruined by a big, juicy cock. Her length twitched and hardened even more in anticipation as she pawed at his fleshy rear, kneading it in her hands, enjoying the way he trembled in fearful anticipation against her flaring cockhead.


“No,” he replied into Alisa’s chest, muffled by her juicy tits.


“Now, now,” Alisa laughed. “Little boys can’t say no to their big sisters.”


“I’m not little,” he protested. "And you're not my sisters."


In response, Alisa held his penis with two fingers and her thumb and pulled his hips down slightly, before squeezing it against her own cock. She could feel his face burning and body shaking in anticipation and embarrassment, his tiny penis dwarfed by Alisa’s eight-inch destroyer. “It’s okay,” Alisa whispered as she stroked both their cocks together. “You’re my little boy. And my little boys get to feel good.”


“Our little boy,” Susan corrected, grunting as she pushed half her cock into Nicolas’ rear. Even after being anal-raped by so many futas, his butt was still fresh and very tight, the snug fit forcing Susan to push in very slowly. She moaned hard, enjoying the incredible tightness and softness of his ass clenching around her cock. Putting both hands around his hips for leverage, she pushed in further, stretching him even more. Soon, she was three-quarters the way in. Then seven-eights. Finally, she could feel her unkempt pubes touching tickling his rear, and she bucked herself hard, balls clapping his thighs as she hilted herself all the way in. “N-Nicolas,” Susan groaned, pausing to enjoy the incredible heat and pressure enveloping her entire futa length. “Just how many girls been inside this ass? Cause even though I know I'm not, it fucking feels like I'm the first.”


Nicolas could only moan illegibly in response. He felt so full of hot lewdness, it was a sensation he’d truthfully missed, ever since leaving Ravenholt. He could never please a woman with such a small and pathetic penis so in a twisted way, he enjoyed spreading his ass for futas just to hear a womanly voice moan out his name in pleasure. Not to mention, getting pegged simply felt good, even without his face being buried in Alisa’s gorgeous chest and Susan’s slim hands around his waist and hips. Despite their depraved talk, he knew Alisa and Susan loved him and would never actually hurt him, so he felt a strange love for them too. And their giant cocks that easily bashed the g-spot in his ass with every thrust certainly helped, reducing him into a moaning, drooling wreck that could only beg for more girlcock.


Nicolas and Susan filled the room with a chorus of lewd noises as she pulled out most of the way and pushed back in, eager to get to sodomizing him. “Hughhghnnn,” Nicolas moaned. “I-I love you two ... you’re so good...”


“He’s talking like a moron again,” Susan grunted through gritted teeth, blushing slightly. “Shut him up, will you, Alisa?”


“Mmmm,” Alisa sighed, giving Nicolas a fleeting kiss before pulling herself out from under him, until his face lined up nicely with her crotch. “Give your big sister’s big cock a big kiss...” she said as she put her hands around his head and pushed him down, guiding her gigantic cock into his mouth. Eagerly, he put his hands on her thick, creamy thighs and pushed himself down, swallowing her monstrous shaft with seeming ease. “Y-you’re getting really g-good at this,” Alisa moaned, shivering at the intense pleasure of his soft throat wrapping her cock. He bobbed his head up and down on her shaft, taking almost the entire length with each downwards motion. Even while his entire body rocked back and forth as Susan hammered into him, he still sucked Alisa off with incredible skill, the woman tilting her head back and moaning loudly as she was pleasured. “G-God, Nicolas, y-you’re so good at sucking cock now. Remember back when you first started and could barely take in half of me?” she laughed, before letting out another involuntary moan as he lodged her cock all the way down his throat, pressing his nose against her messy pubes and inhaling her crotch musk deeply. 


Susan quickened her pace, lodging her huge cock into his ass harder and faster. “Ohhh,” she moaned. “N-Nic, your ass is so tight... I can’t stand it!” The normally stoic and quiet woman was quickly losing herself in the lusty haze of pounding her twinky boy-toy. Her slab of girl-meat filled him so nicely, she felt like his asshole was made with her cock in mind. She leaned down on top of his back, pressing her small breasts against his shoulder blades as she filled his rear entrance again and again. Nicolas’ body shook under the unrelenting assault, his limbs weakening as he was also forced to carry Susan’s weight, ass jiggling as Susan's fat balls clapped against his rear. Throughout it all, he continued to spend all his effort sucking off Alisa and pleasuring her with his mouth, squeezing his throat against her length and sucking hard. 


It didn’t take long for Susan and Alisa to reach their climax, thanks to Nicolas’ perfect blowjob technique and his vise-tight ass. “Good boy, oh! GOOD BOY!” Alisa screamed as she came hard, putting her thighs around his head and squeezing him around the ears, squirting her hot, sweet cum right into Nicolas’ mouth. He drank greedily, like a depraved version of a baby sucking on his mother’s tit, he sucked on his big sister’s cock. Her jizz, impotent though it was, tasted so good, he drank it from the tap with no complaints even the first time he did so. Now, girl-cock was a treat he looked forwards too, all the minor discomfort of thick girl-cock filling and stretching his throat forgotten at the thought of his eventual treat. Knowing what sort of woman Alisa was, he kept sucking until she was dry, keeping the last mouthful inside his maw, before popping off and opening his jaw, making an exaggerated show of swirling her cum all around inside his mouth with his tongue. Girlcum tasted so good, thick, sweet, gooey, filling his stomach with hot goodness, not at all faking his moans as he played with Alisa's nut. Finally, he swallowed the last gulp, loud and exaggerated, all the while maintaining eye contact with Alisa, who could only sigh and smile warmly at the sight of her sissy lover enjoying his reward from her. 


Meanwhile, Susan couldn’t hold on, hearing her lovers reach their peaks. She was nowhere as warm and loving, hilting herself roughly into his rear, laden balls clapping his ass, unloading her thick girl-jizz deep into Nicolas’ bowels. For an organ not designed to be a cum-dumpster, Nicolas’ anus filled quickly, significant amounts of Susan’s cum leaking out, running down his leg. The women’s depraved screams of lust quickly petered out into small lewd moans, hot and heavy. His face contorted in discomfort as his sphincter was filled with hot semen, but Alisa was quick to capture his face in her hands, cradling him and pulling him in for a warm, wet kiss. She licked her own leftover cum off his lips, touching his tongue with her own, kissing the pain away, while enjoying the taste of her own jizz. Susan, spent as well, pulled her softening cock out and slumped down beside the pair, pressing her own body against theirs. 


“Good boy... such a good little boy,” Alisa praised, nibbling on his lips while Susan spooned him from behind. “How many women did you beg to fuck you after we separated, huh? All that practice just to pleasure us... what did we ever do to deserve a little brother like you?”


“I’m not your brother,” he said. A fruitless effort, dirty talk for Alisa was incestuous by nature, she would refer to herself as any older woman, from sister to mommy to auntie. 


“Only my cute little brother could suck my cock so nicely,” she sighed, ignoring him. “Good little boys like you deserve a reward, I think. Don’t you agree, Susan?” 


“I think I know what he would want right about now...” she whispered, slipping one hand down, lightly holding his tiny penis. 


Alisa giggled as she shuffled her body around, taking a second to touch his micro-penis before burying her face in his ass. “Do you like it?” she teased as she speared his hole with her tongue, licking out a few drops of Susan’s creampie. Feeling his body quiver and a soft moan escape his lips, she giggled. “I’ll take that as a yes.” With that, she dove in further, putting both hands against his firm buttocks and spreading his cheeks, making space for her to take long licks as she ate his ass like a pro, and Nicolas breathed hot moans of pleasure. 


Nicolas couldn’t help but reach backwards and grab hold of the gorgeous blond’s hair and encourage her further as she ate his ass. Buried deep into his butt, Alisa took big, long licks, eating mouthfuls of Susan’s hot cum. She ground into him hard, feeling him twitching against her tongue, his body quivering in her hands, hearing him moan softly her name.


“Eep!” Susan twitched in surprise as a few pathetic dribbles of clear, impotent seed spilled from Nicolas’ small cock, landing on her lips. She’d been absently playing with his dick, soft kissing the tip, his orgasm coming without a warming. “Some things never change, I guess. It only takes seconds for you to cum with Alisa’s tongue in your ass,” she laughed warmly, before showing him an evil glare. “Still, you know the rules. Clean me up.” With that, she pulled him against her and kissed him messily. As instructed Nicolas licked up his own semen off her face and lips, Susan herself not making it easy by biting and nibbling at his tongue and lips constantly, interrupting any movements he tried to make. 


“I’m sorry, Alisa’s tongue is just too amazing, I can’t hold it,” Nicolas moaned as Alisa rimmed him with reckless abandon. 


“What can I say? I’m just too good,” Alisa beamed, before continuing to eat out the squirming Nicolas. 


“Aw, I shouldn’t give you a hard time,” Susan cooed as Nicolas finished cleaning her. “I cum instantly when she eats my ass too.”


“So, what now?” Alisa asked, absently, finished drinking every last drop of her lover’s cum from her other lover’s gaping ass. Her face turned into a devilish grin. “There’s one thing we’ve never done together, you know...”


“What’s that?” Susan’s face was blank.


Nicolas, on the other hand, always knew this day would come eventually. “Just ... please be gentle.”


Alisa laughed and pulled Susan up into a sitting position, before joining her with their scrotums and futa shafts pressed, together. She wrapped her hands around their two cocks, stroking them a few times.


“Well Nicolas? Why don’t you come take a seat?” Alisa called. 


Every muscle in his body and even his brain screamed for him to stop, to leave, to do anything but take both monster cocks into his ass simultaneously, but he just loved being pegged by his Peacekeeper lovers too much. With two pairs of hands holding him by the ass, he lowered himself ever so slowly. Every inch was hot agony, the futa cock individually already a tight, sometimes painful fit in his tight ass, both at the same time was just too much. But as Susan’s arms pulled him in and her soft, warm lips captured his, the pain subsided. It was made even more tolerable as Alisa whispered sweet love directly into his ear from behind, now two pairs of lovely breasts pressing against him masking the discomfort, soft promises and grand praises abound as the pair did everything to make sure he enjoyed the double buttfucking. 


For the hung futas, it was nothing short of bliss. Burning hot, lusty bliss. A messy tangle of limbs, soft moans and hot breaths blasting on each other. Nicolas’ legs were wrapped around Susan’s torso, his chest pressed against hers, and with every motion her sensitive nipples were tweaked she couldn’t help but release hard sounds of pleasure. Alisa’s cock rubbed hard against her own and she could barely stand it, the incredible heat and pressure of her boy’s tight asshole and her girl’s hard cock. Despite being a hung futa that enjoyed fucking vulnerable boys, she still enjoyed cocks as much as any woman, and the beautiful thing attached to her beautiful lover never ceased to drive her crazy. During their dry spells without boys to fuck, they took turns fucking each other’s asses instead and nothing whipped Susan into a hotter frenzy quite like taking Alisa’s bitchbreaker deep inside her. Having her futa cock grinding against her own was a close second, and wrapped in the lusty heat of Nicolas’ ass easily pushed it to the top of her list.


“S-Susan!” Nicolas gasped, clutching the woman in front of him tighter. 


“It’s okay,” Susan whispered. “Cum if you want to. You deserve it.”


As soon as permission was given, his small penis twitched and a few more drops of cum splattered out, landing on Susan’s torso. His face burned in shame, realizing he had been sissified to the point of cumming from just getting his ass fucked, his cock completely ignored. Sensing it, Alisa put her arms around his torso and held him lovingly.


“It’s okay, Nicolas. You don’t have to be a man around us,” she reassured. “There’s no shame in enjoying our cocks. We love our little sissy.”


“T-thanks,” he choked out, turning his head to kiss Alisa. They exchanged soft nibbles and licks at each other’s lips and tongue, coordination made difficult by the two women continuing to pound away at his butt. Nicolas was openly enjoying it now, moaning louder and louder, bouncing his own body against their big futa lengths entirely of his own volition. He wanted them to feel good now, his lovers’ throbbing meat grinding his insides to a pulp only filled him with hot desire. Desire to please, to serve, to worship their cocks with his thin, girly body. He was made for hung futa studs to nail, and he was going to enjoy his purpose. “Yes... oh, oh yes... k-keep going, you’re breaking me in half!” he cried out, tightening his grip around Susan, who increased her pace, encouraged by his cracking voice. “It’s too good! I’m so full of your cocks!”


Alisa too, despite being the more tender lover, couldn’t hold back at hearing her toy enjoying himself so much from her cock. She tightened her grip around Nicolas’ waist and held him firmly in place, allowing her to peg his rear harder and faster. “F-fuck, babe, I-I gonna cum...” she moaned, the hot pressure on her shaft too much to hold out for much longer. She bit down on her lip hard, trying her very best to last longer, to extract even more pleasure from the depraved scenario.


“M-me too, I can’t hold on much l-longer...” Susan groaned. Her muscles screaming in exertion, she put all of her energy into a few more hard, powerful thrusts into Nicolas. 


“Yes! Cum inside me! Fill me up!” Nicolas was screaming now, finished with holding back or pretending this wasn’t the greatest sex of his life. Finally reunited with his lovers, only to find they missed him just as much as he missed them, their filthy girlcocks still rock hard at the sight of him, Nicolas was in nothing short of absolute bliss at this point. Small penis flopping, body twitching uncontrollably, shocks of pleasure shooting up his spine, eyes rolling into the back of his head, if he had regular sized genitals, he’d be pumping semen out at this point from cumming so hard. “FILL ME UP!” he howled, voice almost becoming hoarse from screaming so deliriously. 


“Hughghhnnn!” Alisa and Susan grunted hard as torrents of hot, white cream sprayed from their cocks deep into Nicolas. They were insatiable, fully lodging their shafts deep in his ass, filling his bowels almost immediately, before pulling out and jerking out the remaining semen all over his butt and lower body. Warm girl-jizz splattered in ropes on his skin, while more oozed out of his gaping asshole. His abused hole still quivering as the last of his orgasm faded, shuttering at the sensation of being finished like a toy. 


“Virile as ever, huh?” Nicolas chuckled weakly, almost entirely being held up by the women on either side of him. In a tangle of limbs, the three lovers collapsed against each other in a hazy stupor, each drunk on the ecstasy of what had transpired, simply content to rest now in the warmth of each other’s embrace. With Nicolas in the middle, as always, making out with Alisa while Susan peppered the back of his neck with soft, affectionate bites, they sighed and breathed deeply in recovery. Still frisky, Alisa lowered his hand to his crotch and reached around, poking a finger into his creampied ass. Nicolas’ eyes shot open momentarily in surprise, eliciting a giggle from the offender. “P-please ... I can’t ... no more...”


Alisa simply raised an questioning eyebrow.


“... until tomorrow.”

