The Trickster's Paw (Loki (Tina, Adrift Azura, and Veyle)/Reader from Fire Emblem Heroes) (Patreon)

Overworked and overstressed.

That was what the role of the Summoner presently entailed. 

The cause was a multitude of conflicts occurring simultaneously, leading to what you believed had been a subpar counterattack. Thórr’s attacks on Midgard’s Shield were never surprising, but this particular army of hers had proven stronger than the norm. On top of that, Loki had thrown chaos into the battlefield by calling the Røkkr to wreak havoc in the east.

Despite the overwhelming odds, Askr had managed to prevail, but that didn’t mean you were happy about the victories; many of them had been close-- too close.

For instance…

Tina-- she was almost struck down. While heroes couldn’t exactly die in this realm, she would have felt-- and remembered-- that pain. Thanks to Azura's timely intervention, she managed to evade harm, but it was too close for comfort. 

Frankly, neither belonged on the battlefield. Tina excelled in thievery, not one-to-one combat. As for Azura, you weren’t quite referring to the songstress who impacted the flow of battle with her song. Instead, it had been a variant from her younger days-- one who possessed incredible magic and influence over dreams, greatly differentiating her from her counterpart.

The bulk of the army had been handling business at Midgard’s Shield. Therefore, when the Røkkr struck unexpectedly, those with non-combat-related expertise had to be summoned to the battlefield to do whatever they could to help.

It wasn’t an order you took delight in.

…neither was the decision to utilize the fallen-- a unique group of heroes under the influence of darkness. While contracts kept them in check, their powers were used sparingly due to the immense devastation they caused on the battlefield.

Veyle-- a version loyal to Sombron and nobody else-- had performed well, but she was arguably the reason Tina had gotten into such a tough situation to begin with! She cared not for her allies, instead using the Røkkr as a means to demonstrate her prowess.

It had been such a mess of a fight.

As not only the summoner and the strategist, you wanted-- needed-- to do better. Your worries for the future weren’t eradicated by the praise you had received for victory-- you weren’t going to get lucky again next time. 

“Aw! Look at you, moping while everybody else is celebrating.”

…as if the day couldn’t get worse.

You weren’t sure how Loki snuck into your room, though you didn’t question it much-- she had the title of ‘trickster’ for a reason. Interestingly, she appeared to be wearing an attire more akin to what her sister typically wore. If you weren’t feeling dead inside, you would have questioned what was up with the wardrobe change. 

More importantly, you were unarmed. Was this all her ploy? Did she know you weren’t going to attend the celebrations? Did she know you were feeling vulnerable?

Loki was not an assassin-- not a traditional type, at least. You looked up at her smiling expression, still feeling curious about her new attire, but it mattered little-- what did matter was bracing your mind for her mental trickery.

“What do you want?”

“I came to congratulate you!” Loki seemed as cheerful as ever. “You managed to survive attacks from both Thórr and I. That’s impressive work.”

“Thanks,” you answered her. “Now leave.”

Loki sighed, shaking her head 

“Aw, don’t be like that!” she pouted at your response, making it abundantly clear she had no plans of listening to your request. “What if I told you I was also here to apologize?”

…apologize, hm?

That was… bizarre to hear. You were not sure you had ever heard Loki apologize before. What would she even be apologizing about…?

Without a doubt, this was one of her nefarious schemes at work, but if taking the bait made her leave sooner…

“I don’t follow,” you shared your confusion, knowing it would prompt her to explain further.

Loki sighed, though the slight annoyance in her tone didn’t seem to be directed towards you. “A little miscommunication between Thórr and I caused us to attack simultaneously. That was not our intention. I apologize.”

…huh.

That was odd to hear. The two attacks had been a mistake? That made no sense!

“Hang on,” you were even more puzzled. “Is Askr’s destruction not your aim?”

It had to be, surely? Loki worked in mysterious ways, but it seemed rather obvious that this was her ultimate intention; she just wanted to have some fun along the way.

Surely…?

“It might be, or it might not be,” Loki decided to answer vaguely. “But long-term objectives are not the topic of this conversation today, my dear Summoner. I don’t just want to apologize-- I want to make up for my error.”

Cool.

You had no idea what she had in mind, but doubtlessly it involved some tomfoolery that would worsen your mood and establish this day as one of the worst days of your--

“Do you have any girls you’re interested in, by any chance?”

…that was a dangerous question.

“Because… if you recall, I can transform into anybody I want-- anybody you want,” she elaborated. “...and you could do anything you desired to them. It will look like them, but it won’t be them, so they will never know. What do you say? It will be our naughty little secret…”

…and that was a dangerous suggestion.

Loki wasn’t serious with this, surely? This had to be a ruse!

No, it was a ruse.

…but at the same time, you weren’t sure whether or not you cared.

At worst, you’d accept and she’d laugh, finding amusement in how eager you were to accept. Ultimately, a small loss, considering she’d probably leave after too.

At best, you were going to get laid.

…with effectively anybody you wanted.

Hm.

Hmmmm…

Today was a disaster of a day. Frankly, you had earned a little respite. Was it selfish to think that way? Certainly. But could you be blamed when a shapeshifter was offering her services for free?!

Absolutely not!

“...alright.”

“Oh!” Loki seemed shocked at your swift response. “Well, isn’t this a surprise? I thought I would have had to do more to convince you.”

“It has been a long day.”

If you had more brainpower to spare, you would have bothered to justify yourself further, but the promise of being comforted by the woman of your dreams was just too great to pass up.

“I see,” Loki grinned. “Now then-- who do you have in mind, hmm?”

There had been a woman living a little rent-free in your head lately. Safy was her name-- a cleric from Thracia. She was beautiful and kind, caring much for your well-being even though she was only recently summoned. You hadn’t thought about her much inappropriately, mainly due to how covered up she was, but that was precisely why you wanted to see Loki transform into her. You had a suspicion she held an enchanting body under her usual attire… and now, you had a chance to discover whether or not that was the truth.

“Safy,” you answered. “Do you know her?”

“I do,” Loki answered without hesitation, which didn’t surprise you. The trickster was known for being well-informed. She likely anticipated you would answer with Safy too. 

Loki took hold of her staff, tapping it against the ground. Immediately, a bright light enveloped your eyes, causing you to subconsciously shield them. Fortunately, the brightness was quick to fade, revealing a transformed Loki.

…and it was during that moment that you were reminded never to underestimate her.

“...you have the wrong sister.”

Loki had transformed into Tina. If it weren’t for your foreknowledge, you would have assumed she was Tina. The mannerisms-- right down to how she stood-- were completely accurate to the person you knew. Regardless, it mattered not. She had made an error.

“Are you certain that I did, hmm?” Loki questioned, her usual mischievous leaking out of the younger girl’s voice. “I know you asked for Safy, but shouldn’t you be more worried about poor Tina? The poor girl! She wasn’t meant to be participating in that battle, as you know. She’s quite shaken about it! But it’s okay. The Summoner will apologize-- by making her feel so good she’ll forget she almost died!”

Tina-- Loki-- lifted her orange skirt, revealing she wasn’t wearing any underwear. Whether or not that was accurate to the real person was uncertain, but it proved to be an effective strategy. You were mesmerized by the sight-- those pale thighs, the hint of her belly, and a drenched pussy.

You should have anticipated some twist to her offer, but this was one you could get down with. Sure, the lack of her older sister was disappointing, but Tina was very cute; an opportunity to eat her out wasn’t exactly one you were going to pass up. Besides, you were in the mood for a delicious meal. 

“On the bed,” you ordered, causing her eyebrows to rise, her expression radiating surprise. Loki had severely underestimated how little you cared for her trickery at present. Transforming into the sister of the woman you actually wanted? Sure. Fuck it. You could roll with that too. Today sucked. You needed a win. An adorable little sister? Awesome.

Though your forwardness was a shock, Loki was seemingly happy to play along, doing precisely what she was told. While you suspected she had further chicanery up her sleeve, it was something you opted not to worry about. You had far more pressing matters, like spreading her legs and digging in-- which is exactly what you did. 

Loki had really underestimated your resolve, letting out a very genuine gasp as your tongue eagerly intersected with her pussy-- Tina’s pussy. While you weren’t sure whether or not this goddess could replicate the individual taste of a woman’s folds, it mattered little when she tasted delicious either way. 

Although you knew this wasn’t Tina, it was easy to delude yourself into thinking it was; the squeals and the way she quivered were authentic to the real deal. More importantly, thinking it was Tina made the whole ordeal hotter. 

This was Safy’s little sister you were eating out.

That was a constant reminder you could get behind.

“W-Wow…” Loki-- no, Tina-- sounded enthralled by what you were doing to her, her voice expressing her excitement but also the damage done to her breathing. “I-I thought you were into Safy, not me…”

Was that the game the trickster wanted to play?

Excellent.

You backed away from her pussy momentarily, gazing up at her blush-stained expression. With one eye closed, sweat dripping down her face, and a little drool dripping from her mouth, Tina looked… sexy. Seeing her in such a mature light was bizarre, but it added much to the thrill.

“I do,” you humored the roleplay. “But I’m also into you, too.”

Mere minutes ago, that would have been a lie.

But having watched Tina undo her sash and stretch out her attire, unveiling a smidge of underboob-- not to mention getting to taste between her legs-- had you developed an attraction to the girl that hadn’t existed before. You hastily dug back in, wanting to savor the taste to an extent, but also wanting to bring her to an orgasm as soon as possible. You focused hard on her clit, relishing in how every single touch against her most sensitive spot made her tremble with glee. 

The reactions made you ponder whether the tricker had chosen to transform specifically to hide how delicate she secretly was. 

Regardless, it served as a wonderful motivator, especially when her tender and soft legs closed around yours, signaling her approval. Though your enthusiasm was proving to be exhausting, you fought against it valiantly, refusing to stop kissing and licking her all over.

“Aaahhh…” Tina did her best to hold back her screams, but your relentless onslaught put a stop to that. Unable to contain her voice, she unleashed it with all her might, rewarding your ears. 

When her trembling increased in intensity, you knew her sounds were a precursor to her climax. It struck hard and with little warning, her body unable to comprehend the immense pleasure suddenly coursing through it. The spasming was a delight to watch, notably because you had a front-seat ticket to the magnificent sight. The squeezing of her thighs around your head was a little much, but some slight suffocation was a small price to pay. Besides, Tina’s energy was quickly diminishing at a rapid pace, leaving her no choice but to release you from her crotch and set you free.

Upon backing away, you watched her dazzled expression with awe and pride. Had you gotten a little carried away? Without a doubt. 

But you were glad you had. Tina’s face was something you would never forget, and you were confident the individual behind the mask wouldn’t forget what you had done either.

While she recovered from her orgasm, you figured it was a good opportunity to discard your clothes. You had enjoyed her body with your mouth, but it was now time to satisfy your newfound craving. You wanted to fuck her. You needed to fuck her.

“Any woman,” Tina suddenly spoke, though the inflections of her voice were not hers, but of the trickster. She still looked unbelievably exhausted, but that hadn't prevented her from smiling deviously. “I can be any woman, do not forget. I'm sure you want to have sex with adorable little Tina, but don't you think it would be more fun if we switched it up a little?”

That was an interesting suggestion. Loki wasn't wrong; you really did want to pound this little thief silly, but the reminder that she could be anybody had brought numerous ideas to the forefront of your mind. Of course, you were well aware she was likely bringing up the idea just to toy with you, some devious scheme up her sleeve.

But you had prepared for that.

Loki had tricked you by turning into Tina when you requested Safy. Therefore, if you asked for somebody adjacent to who you actually wanted, she would unknowingly fulfill your wish.

“Azura,” you answered, but your request wasn't finished yet. “The smaller one.”

The young songstress was an adorable thing, but she was not to be lewded! There was sometimes such a thing as too pure and innocent. Tina was petite, but she had a maturing body and some off-hand remakes suggested she knew about sex, so eating her out didn't feel strange.

But by requesting the forbidden variant, you would get the older one in return. Either that, or Loki would select one of the sisters like Corrin or Camilla-- neither of which were bad alternatives by any means.

“I see you have a type, Summoner,” Tina giggled approvingly-- Thökk materializing in her hands and a bright light soon emerging from its tip, just as it had done before.

When you next opened your eyes, who you saw was exactly who you had asked for.

…which was NOT good.

Azura-- the smaller one-- looked curiously at you, as if you had called her to your room and she was waiting for you to explain why she was here.

…the one time Loki had chosen not to be a trickster had to be the moment you wanted her to be!

You wanted to call her out for it, but recalling that this wasn't Azura, and that Loki had effectively granted you permission to do whatever you wanted… well, it was adding merit to the last thing this goddess had said.

Maybe you did have a type.

The thought of this adorable thing, doing something lewd… the contrast was enough to cause your exposed cock to throb. Azura took notice, sitting up and leaping from the bed so she could take a closer look. Her astonishingly tiny height left her face to face against your throbbing manhood without any need for kneeling or even bending her legs, a revelation that sent a shiver down your spine. 

You weren't sure whether it would fit, but perhaps it didn't need to? Sex could be reserved for another girl in your mind-- one that you actually disliked quite a bit, but the thought of pounding them into the matters was very appealing.

Nonetheless, you had other matters to attend to, like how erotic it was to watch a tiny hand barely wrap itself around your member. Azura's expression was curiosity at its peak, and though she seemed a little shy regarding her touch, she was still able to speak.

“I've never seen one before… a cock…”

It felt so wrong to hear that word come from her voice, but it was that very same contrast that made it extraordinarily erotic.

This was fine.

This wasn't the Azura you knew. This was just Loki. This wasn't the Azura you knew. This was just Loki. This wasn't the Azura you knew. This was just-

Your mind turned into mush once her tongue experimentally dabbed against your glans, sampling some of the formed pre-cum. Seemingly captivated by the taste, she drew circles for a few moments before sliding it down your shaft, leaving a wet line of saliva in her wake. 

Azura's eyes never left yours, the curiosity besieged by lust, leaving a mixture of both that you couldn't draw your sight away from. She continued these teasing licks for some time, understanding well how effective it was, and receiving much satisfaction from it.

But she knew this was just an appetizer for the main meal. Azura planted a teasing kiss on your glans, giggling a little while she did so. Laughter from her was incredibly rare, so to hear the faintest murmur caused because she was about to give you a blowjob-- it was erotic and terrifying. Experiencing both sensations in conjunction was an astonishing experience, to say the least. 

It was prolonged-- and amplified-- once Azura decided to take you into her mouth. She did so slowly, aware that her small size meant she was limited in how much she could take. Nevertheless, you were soon witnessing your cock sink into her mouth, the glans gobbled up without much difficulty. She managed to take in another inch, but soon found her limits reached shortly after.

But it mattered not.

Just knowing that your manhood was inside her mouth was almost enough to make you blow your load right there and then. Considering how tight and humid it felt too, it was miraculous you hadn't.

This was Loki's new game; you had brought her to a mind-boggling orgasm, and now she wanted to return the favor, purposefully picking something she knew would feel the most pleasurable while also shattering your morals for good measure.

“Fuck…”

It was working.

Azura, having adapted to the feeling of a large, foreign object intruding her mouth, began bobbing her head back and forth. It was a minimal rhythm at first, but it was already astonishing to watch. She sucked in her cheeks and coated your cock in fresh batches of saliva, demonstrating knowledge the real deal likely-- hopefully-- did not possess. 

You watched, awestruck at how she could accelerate so rapidly. It wasn't long before she was truly giving you a blowjob, swirling her tongue around your length from within while making sucking sounds that felt so wrong-- yet right-- to hear from this particular individual. Azura was focused on only one thing-- making you feel good, and she was succeeding with flying colors.

Loki had really taken the purest girl and turned her into a cocksucking champion, hadn't she? 

You couldn't handle it any longer. Everything was sublime. The heat. The compactness. The view and the sounds. It was degeneracy at its finest.

“Azura…” you whispered, entranced by how incredible it was to see her sucking dick. How somebody so small could keep up her rhythm was beyond you, but it had to be commended-- you were about to cum, and it felt right to warn her. “I’m… ahhh…”

A wondrous pinch of pleasure distracted your speech, but she understood what you were trying to communicate. Why else would she decide to take in even more?!

With a pleasurable groan, you erupted inside her mouth, her eyes widening as she discovered just how little her mouth could contain. Nevertheless, Azura perceived, constantly sucking and swallowing the semen flooding her insides. She did so while making the most satisfying sounds, communicating her approval-- just in case gulping down everything wasn't enough. You were glad the moment was fleeting; your balance was betraying you, and while holding onto her hair circumvented that somewhat, you knew you would have collapsed had your climax lasted for a few more seconds.

Even so, watching her pull away and reveal how much she remained in her little mouth, only to swallow it in one go… now that was almost enough to make you faint. Her lewd act juxtaposing her adorable appearance was doing wondrous things to your mental state. 

You wanted to fuck her. You wanted to see whether or not she could take it. Your curiosity had never been stronger. What was there to lose? If Loki wanted to do damage, she already had ample ammunition. 

“All fours,” you told her, ready to claim what you desired. 

“Sorry, Summoner, but you do not tell me what to do.”

That was not Azura's voice.

That wasn't even Loki's voice.

But you could recognize that irreverent inflection anywhere. 

Although you had not mentioned this particular individual to the trickster, Loki seemingly understood just how much irritation this one had caused. Why else would she choose to transform into them out of the blue? Either that, or she was a mind reader.

Veyle-- the one controlled by darkness-- stared down at you with her crimson eyes, disgust radiating from them. Contrasting that aversion was her smirk-- a proud one that suggested she believed she was the one in control.

She wasn’t.

You had not forgotten the trouble Veyle had caused on the battlefield earlier in the day. An opportunity to fuck her-- to hear her scream in pleasure, or perhaps even beg for forgiveness, was not something you wanted to miss. While she not being the real person was honestly a disappointment for once, you had a good feeling it would scratch that itch.

Loki’s intentions were now clear; she wanted to be fucked silly, and to entice you to do that without outright asking for it, she had chosen this form. What a devious woman. For once, you loved that aspect of her.

“I do tell you what to do, Veyle,” you stepped forward, your confidence-- and completely erect cock-- causing her to flinch. “Your father isn’t here. You are under contract. You will follow my commands. Do you understand?”

“Insolent little--”

“All fours,” you reminded her. 

Veyle scoffed, clearly unamused.“Persistent, aren’t you? Do you really want to fuck me? With that thing? Pfft… I doubt you could satisfy my draconic urges with that.”

Was this the game she wanted to play, hmm?

This was fine, actually. Despicable servant of darkness or not, you didn’t exactly want to force yourself on her, but she could be convinced to give you a chance.

You had a good idea of how to accomplish that, too.

“I wouldn’t be so certain, if I were you,” you continued this fascinating little roleplay the trickster had conjured up. “Your other self? She loved my cock.”

A lie, of course. You weren’t that lucky.

“She… what?!” Veyle was baffled by that revelation, her shock sounding so authentic it almost made you wonder whether this actually was the Fell Dragon’s child. If there was any lesson to be learned from this fascinating evening, it was that Loki was never to be underestimated. “That would mean…”

“That’s right,” you told her. “You could say I already have fucked you-- and you liked it quite a lot. If you were to deny yourself this pleasure now… well, it would perhaps suggest that you’re… ahhh… what’s the word I’m looking for here… oh, of course, that’s it-- defective.”

Veyle’s eyes widened upon hearing that word, the subsequent trembling of her body fascinating to watch, making you once again question reality. 

“I am not a defect.”

“Then prove it.”

Veyle breathed heavily. Her hatred and rage were being outwardly expressed by her stonewalled sounds and her expression, but the lack of a response for some time spoke a thousand words. 

“You disgust me,” she finally said, lifting her dress, unveiling that she wasn’t wearing any underwear-- a surprising trend for the ladies of the Askran kingdom; Loki’s influence or not, you were a fan. 

She finally fulfilled your request, bending over against the bed while doing her best to keep her attire from falling, showing off a bubble butt that you hastily grasped. The pleasurable gasp you heard was silenced as soon as it emerged from her lips, but the noise brought a smile to your face. 

Veyle was wet. Very wet.

Had she wanted this all along, perhaps? It was an entertaining thought, but more importantly, it meant she was raring to go. Frankly, so were you! You needed to be inside her-- any girl for that matter, but this one was an excellent choice. Upon lining up with her entrance, you grabbed her hips and slammed your hips forward, sparing no mercy for somebody like her. 

The moan you immediately heard made that earlier gasp sound like a quiet whimper in comparison. Veyle was captivated by the sensation of being filled up all at once, her walls squeezing you with all their might as you nudged against the entrance to her womb.

In hindsight, this kind of position was merciful-- you were unable to see the bliss doubtlessly coating her face. Regardless, it was a small loss; you knew it was there, for the sounds she was making, the compactness you were experiencing, and the quivering she was making-- they all implied it. 

But you liked taking her from behind; her butt was still jiggling a little from that initial thrust.

Eager to prolong its shuddering, you started to fuck her. You pulled out at a moderate pace, relishing in the feeling of her insides squeezing you strongly, only to thrust everything back in mightily. Veyle’s groan was far less dignified than before, sounding feral comparatively. Keen to see her sounds continue this wondrous transformation, you started to pound her mercilessly, suspecting she had already surrendered to the euphoria radiating throughout her body. There was no name-calling, sneering, or anything even suggesting a smidge of discomfort. She was lost.

“Good girl,” you praised her, knowing that deep down, that was all she wanted. “Your father may not love you, but you can always rely on me and my cock whenever you want to feel loved. ”

“S-Shut up…”

There it was.

Your suspicions were confirmed; Veyle had given in to the pleasure. Her discontent didn’t sound genuine in the slightest.

It felt so good to take her like this. You were teaching her a lesson-- to obey the commands you gave her, and she was being a good girl for once in her life. 

To show her your gratitude, you grabbed a handful of hair and pulled, causing her head to jolt back a little. She seemed to be quite a fan of the treatment, letting out her most primal groan yet. 

By this point, you had built up a fantastic rhythm, fucking her fiercely and deeply. It was an exhausting cadence, but the sweat would be worth teaching this lady some manners for a change. While you would be able to see the repercussions of your actions, it was wonderful to imagine a scenario where she stopped being so cruel, and would nervously pull you to one side and demand adorably that you take care of her urges.

Perhaps, with Loki’s help, such a future could become a reality.

Nonetheless, you were content with this false truth. Everything you were seeing looked real, and that was enough.

“I… w-what… what’s happening…?!”

…that was not Veyle’s voice.

Well, it was, but not that Veyle.

Loki had struck again-- this time, when you least expected it. She had not forgotten Veyle’s dual personas, and now… you were fucking the innocent one!

…you would have cared more about that if you hadn’t just received a blowjob from an innocent-looking Azura.

“Sorry, Veyle,” you apologized. “You can blame your other self for this. She really wanted this, but since she enjoyed it, I know you will too.”

“I… t-this is… this is… aaaahh…” Veyle-- the good Veyle-- was beginning to understand what was happening. She sounded groggy, like she had just woken up suddenly. Perhaps pulling her hair-- and head, as a result-- had caused the shift.

…or it was just Loki being Loki! Goodness, she was good! 

“That’s right,” you said to her. “This is sex. Have you ever had it before?”

Though the blur between reality and metamorphosis blurred often, you hadn’t forgotten how important it was to simply embrace whatever shenanigans this goddess was cooking. 

“I… n-no… it… aaaahhh…”

“Feels good, doesn’t it?”

Veyle tried her hardest to answer that, but she was too consumed by pleasure. It was hitting her hard, her awakening happening right amidst the degeneracy. 

But she was learning to embrace it-- to empty her thoughts and let the bliss overwhelm her. 

It was that decision that finally brought her to an orgasm, the sudden tightening of her pussy disrupting your flow. Fortunately, the amplified pleasure it brought forth more than made up for it as you nestled your tip against her cervix. Unable to withstand the intensified squeezing any longer, you erupted inside her without hesitation, not even thinking about the consequences. You simply didn’t want this to end any other way. 

Veyle’s climax was enhanced by your own, the moans she was now making higher pitched than before, but just as untamed and ferocious. They were a delight to hear as you poured ropes and ropes of semen into her womb, letting her pussy milk everything else you had left.

When that moment of bountiful bliss and delicious degeneracy finally came to an end, you pulled out.

But when you did so, you made the mistake of averting your eyes momentarily-- exposing a butt just as jiggly, but different from the one you had just fucked.

“Oh my,” Loki observed the damage you had caused, helping herself to a sample of your semen leaking out of her hole, bringing it to her tongue while she sat up. “Delicious as ever, Summoner. You are quite special.”

Authentic praise or not, you were happy to hear it. “As I said-- it’s been a long day.”

“It has,” Loki answered. “But it hasn’t finished yet, has it?”

That was a dangerous reply.

Did you even have more to give? You felt so spent.

“Just so you know,” she continued, a satisfied smirk forming on her face. “If I were to say I transformed into those girls to mess with you, it would only be a partial truth.”

“...what do you mean?”

“In this true form of mine, my power is unbound,” she elaborated. “It can reach into the deepest depths of your mind, letting me use my transformations even more effectively. In other words… those three girls? Deep down… you wanted them all.”

You refused to entertain that revelation with a response.

But it was true, wasn’t it?

Veyle-- that was a no-brainer. That brattiness needed to be tamed.

Tina… you had seen her quite often with her sister, naturally. You would be lying if you hadn’t had fantasies about taking them both. 

As for Azura… you had no excuses there. You were a degenerate.

“I know there’s more,” she said. “Now all you have to decide is this. Will you be honest with me, or not? The choice is yours. You’ll get who you want either way.”

Perhaps you weren’t spent.

Already, many girls were beginning to roam your mind. 

Many were similar to Veyle. Many were similar to Tina. Many were similar to Azura. Many were different from them, too.

A chance to fuck them all… 

…was this the trickster’s aim? To take you away from the war because you would rather spend your time fucking her?

Well, that was fine. Askr would do just fine without you.

After all, it would be bringing Loki out of the war too.