【Fire Emblem Fanfic Reading/Audio RP】"Camilla is Love & Life~" | A 'Shrek is Love Shrek is Life' Parody【F4A】

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I was only 23 years old. I loved Camilla Fire Emblem so much. I had all three Fates games, married her, and maxed out her stats in each save.

And I had any and every bit of merch with her face on it. I'd pray to Camilla every night before I go to bed, thanking her for the life I've been given. Camilla is love, I would say.

Camilla is life. My partner hears me and calls me Zoomer Garbage. I knew he was just jealous of my devotion to my lady Camilla.

I called him a boomer and a fucktard. He slaps me and then takes away my DS. He proceeds to dump the small, handheld device into the toilet, flushing away my game and my precious waifu goddess, along with it.

That's what you get for having shit taste in waifus and games. With that, he sends me to go to sleep. I'm crying now, and my face hurts.

I lay in bed and it's really cold, almost freezing my man tits off. I begin to feel warmth moving towards me. And suddenly, I feel something touch me.

It's Camilla Fire Emblem. I'm so happy. She whispers in my ear, Don't worry, my dearest.

Big sister is here. She pets my hair gently. I purr into her touch.

She smiles as I instinctively yawn to her hand. No. What's troubling you, my dearest? I tell her everything that has happened.

About how everyone thought I was a no good zoom zoom, and nobody understood my love for her. Do you really love me that much? She asked.

I said of course. There is no other woman out there for me. 2D and 3D waifus were all trashy and ugly, but Camilla.

Camilla stood above all the rest. She was the definition of perfect. She was everything and anything I could ever want.

I would do anything for Camilla. I feel the same way, she says holding me closely. My face is pressed flush against her breasts.

I inhale deeply. She smells just like lavender and skittles. My favorite.

I tell her I love her and that everyone had to pay for trying to separate us because they were all just jealous of what we have. That what we have is true love. How much do you love me? Camilla asked me while she began trailing her fingers down my chest.

I shiver at the contact. More than anything, I tell her. Good.

Will you let me show you how much I love you? Will you let me make you mine? I answer by grabbing her hands and placing them on my chest.

I resist the urge to flinch as her fingertips graze my nipples through the fabric of my shirt. I feel them harden, perking up as if saying hello. Our eyes meet as she smiles, leaning in to kiss me.

Her tongue quickly breaks through the barrier of my lips and penetrates my virgin mouth. Oh, it tastes like wine and sugar with a hint of bear meat. An odd combination, but I must learn to get used to it.

For her to want me, I must. She starts to fondle my chest, pinching and pulling at my nipples like an especially touchy aunt who hasn't visited in a long time, pulling too hard at the cheeks of her young victims. But slowly, slowly but surely, Camilla makes her way down my stomach towards my groin.

She stops at the hem of my pants. Her eyes darted to mine, as if asking for permission to continue. Unable to speak, I simply nod my head as my eyes are once again graced with her beautiful smile.

As she begins to fondle me, I shudder as she gropes me. Please, I whisper. She flashes a crooked smirk at me as she slows her movements.

Please what, my precious little sibling? Her voice is soft like silk and thick like honey. You have to use your words, dear.

I feel my face burn at such a sweet yet commanding tone. I feel embarrassed. But I will cast those feelings aside.

For her. For her I will do it, or else I may never get another chance like this one again. Please, lady, my queen, please touch me more.

My voice comes out in a hoarse whisper. Please touch my special place. Make it yours with your touch.

Camilla pushes me down onto the bed roughly, and with all of her strength, rips my pants and underwear off of my body in one swift gesture. Her eyes scan my now bare lower half, like a hungry wolf glaring down at its wounded prey. I feel my body tense up as she traces her fingers across my lower body.

Feeling her skin touch me directly felt so good I couldn't contain it. I let my voice out and moan as Camilla uses her fingers to her advantage, stimulating my naughty bits with each rub and every stroke. The sensation of Camilla's hands, Camilla's fingers.

Oh, it felt better than I could have ever dreamed of. It felt so good. But it wasn't enough.

As if sensing my desperation, Camilla removed her hands, but before I could protest, she lowered her head down and took my heat in her mouth. Oh, fuck. I could feel myself growing hotter and hotter as Camilla's soft lips and wet tongue go to work, claiming all they can reach.

Like a starved man giving his first meal in forever, I could feel myself beginning to melt. Melt from Camilla as she consumed my core. You like that, my dearest? You like it when I pleasure you like this? Camilla asked me, the lust in her voice overpowering my senses, and I let out a loud moan.

Yes, my queen. Please. More.

That's it, darling. Tell me. Tell me how much you like it, darling.

Tell mommy how much you love me pleasuring you. Holy shit. I feel the coil in my nethers reach its boiling point and snap from that alone.

My beloved queen Camilla calling herself mommy. Oh, that did me in. Like a dam being broken and releasing all the water it holds back, I feel myself come undone as I come.

Oh, my darling, did you come already? She asks, and I instinctively gulp before nodding my head, embarrassed slightly from having fun so quickly from her dirty talk. Camilla's expression remaining unreadable for a moment, until a dark smirk appeared on her face, coupled with an intense, lustful look in her eyes.

Reminding me almost of my yandere waifus. She leaned in close to my ear and whispered, You're just going to come all by yourself, when the proper thing to do is to let your precious queen and big sister come first. Sounds to me like a punishment is an order.

She then grabs me with her soft yet strong hands and puts me on my hands and knees. I almost question her before I hear her cast a spell, her voice barely audible as a bright purple light begins to illuminate the room. When the light finally subsides, I look behind me to see that she conjured a huge, futanari dick from thin air.

It twitches and throbs, a pearl of pre cum visible under the pale moonlight, shining in through my window. My first instinct is to be afraid, after all the size of Camilla's penis was huge, to a point where if it entered me at sheer size and shape, its length that would make any man feel envious in thickness that rivaled that of my forearm, might actually factually break me into pieces. Her dick could seriously hurt me, hell, it might even kill me.

But despite that fear, despite the red flags going off in my head, something stronger burned inside of me as I gazed at the one-eyed snake before me. An overwhelming feeling of lust and desire, mixing with my desperate need to please my beloved lavender-haired goddess, took over my ability to think rationally. I am ready.

I spread my ass cheeks for Camilla, a silent answer to a silent question that, for all I know, was never going to be verbalized. The look on her face turned almost sadistic as she eagerly aligns her cock with my entrance. She penetrates my awaiting ass.

White, hot pain, the tearing of flesh, a silent scream into the air. These things happened all at once as she filled me up with her humongous member. It hurts so much, like I might die.

But I do it for my lady Camilla. She's right, she deserves this much. After she spent all that time giving me the sweetest form of pleasure and wish fulfillment, I can feel my insides burning and tearing as my eyes start to water.

My ears are ringing, but I can vaguely hear the sound of her moaning as she fills the empty space of my room with her voice. Oh darling, you are so tight. It feels so good.

Hearing such lewd sounds and words pass from her lips drove me up the wall. A woman of her grace and elegance, a woman of such power and social standing, the waifu of my dreams, turning into such a pervert because of me. Oh, it helped alleviate some of my pain and turned it into unadulterated pleasure.

It still hurts, but at the same time it feels so good. I push against her force. I want to please Camilla.

No matter how much it hurts me, no matter how much pain it causes, no matter how damaged it leaves my body afterwards, I want to please my beloved Norian goddess. Her voice trembles and quakes as she pounds my ass with her massive footed dick. The ringing in my ears subsides, and I can hear the slamming of my bed from against the wall, and the constant creaking of my old mattress grow even louder as she fills my ears with the sounds of her enjoyment.

Oh my dearest. Oh darling. I don't even think corn is this good.

You're so unbelievably tight. It feels as though you might suck my dick off. You might empty me of all my semen at this rate.

Hearing those words, any remaining pain dissipated, and all that lingered in me was the need to make her come to me to make her fuck me until she came. I silently prayed that she would come inside of me as I moved my hips faster, pushing against her force and moving in sync with her thrusts. That seemed to be a good thing, as she dug her nails into my sides, driving her hot meat rod into me harder and faster.

I was almost worried that it would come out of my mouth with how big and long it was, and how far up into me she was forcing it. Nails. Teeth.

Sweat. Drools.