Settling the Score (Ingrid/Cordelia/Kiran from Fire Emblem Heroes) (Patreon)

“...draw.”

How many times had he said that word today? Kiran had lost count, and he wasn’t sure whether to be impressed or concerned about that.

Somehow, he had become the referee for a little competition (well, it was meant to be little) between Ingrid and Cordelia. The two girls had become fast friends and rivals in Askr, using the other as a means to improve themselves, whether that was swimming, fishing, cooking the caught fish, competing in sports, competing in sports related to the beach (there were a lot of those), sandcastle building, pebble throwing…

…thinking about all the nonsensical things he had witnessed made his head hurt.

Nonetheless, he had agreed to do this for the girls… though that was back when he believed they’d be competing in only a handful of things at best.

But the fault was not theirs, but rather his. Kiran was honest to a fault, unable to declare a winner, even if it would free him from this unusual situation. The girls were miraculously equally matched in pretty much everything they did, so the only way to fairly determine a winner was to continue the games until somebody was able to edge out their opponent.

“Again?!” Ingrid was flabbergasted at the declaration, and for good reason! She had given her everything towards the latest challenge… but so too had her rival.

Cordelia sighed, nowhere near as shocked at the lack of a declared winner, though that didn’t mean she wasn’t feeling discouraged. “Well, looks like we’re going to have to find something else to do. Again.”

“I’m starting to run out of good ideas,” Ingrid confessed. They had resorted to seeing how far one could throw a rock out into the sea. Kiran tried his best to judge, ultimately concluding the rippling of the water occurred around the same distance from the throwing point. “But I don’t want to give up. I don’t even want to sleep until we have a winner declared. I’d be tossing and turning in my sleep otherwise.”

“Me neither,” Cordelia agreed. “I do not like leaving anything, even a ridiculous competition like this, unfinished.”

Kiran quietly exhaled. If they were serious about this, he was going to have to prepare for a sleepless night too. The sun was only just beginning to set, meaning there was plenty of time to still locate a winner, but he wasn’t optimistic about that happening anytime soon.

If there was one positive about this bizarre situation, it was that the two girls looked gorgeous while they clashed and competed so spectacularly. Maybe that was part of the reason he hadn’t declared a victor. The company was admittedly nice. And the view. But they didn’t need to know that.

“Are you sure I didn’t do even slightly better?” Ingrid was understandably determined to bring everything to a close sooner rather than later.

Kiran imagined she wanted to maintain something resembling a reasonable sleep schedule, or that she wanted to go grab something to eat after hours of exercise, or that she was exhausted but didn’t want to admit it.

“I’m very certain,” Kiran, however, just couldn’t lie to her! Both these girls had performed so admirably, yet so equally!

“In that case…” Cordelia seemed lost in thought while she spoke, taking a moment to articulate what was on her mind. “We’ll have to do something that is easier for him to judge, right? Something that results in a very clear winner.”

Ingrid didn’t sound too thrilled. “Well, obviously, but that’s easier said than done.”

“Don’t be too hasty,” Cordelia chuckled, walking up to her frustrated rival. “I wasn’t done speaking.”

Kiran watched as Cordelia whispered something into Ingrid’s ear, and though he hadn’t the faintest idea as to what was being said, the girl’s reactions were… dramatic, to say the least.

Ingrid’s eyes widened in shock, as if something outrageous had been suggested to her. Her head turned towards her competitor, her mouth opening as if she was about to say something, but words refused to come out. After that, came a refusal to maintain eye contact, complimented wonderfully by her cheeks gaining a shade of red that confirmed his suspicions. Ingrid was feeling insanely embarrassed about what had been said to her.

Had Cordelia done it? Had she suggested a form of competition that her rival could not defeat her at? Kiran never imagined she’d turn to psychological warfare, but he had no complaints if it finally brought forth a conclusion to this mess.

That was what was happening… right?

“I… I… I cannot… CANNOT… b-believe you just said… t-that!” Ingrid’s voice expressed a barrage of emotions-- disbelief, anger, and even a little excitement.

That was an unusual latter feeling to identify, but perhaps it was because Ingrid understood exactly how she’d counterattack. She just needed a moment to calm down from that initial ambush. Kiran waited eagerly and patiently, curious to see if she’d succeed in saying something just as brazen to her adversary, equalizing the score for this newest game.

Cordelia crossed her arms and stood proudly. “But it will work, won’t it?”

Kiran wasn’t expecting that response. Was it not Ingrid’s turn… or had he massively misinterpreted what was happening here? Her expression was hard to read, though it ultimately settled on something definitive he wasn’t sure how to read.

A smile.

“...I suppose we do not have a choice, do we?”

___

This was the most ridiculous competition yet.

But goodness, Kiran really could not complain.

He honestly had expected some sort of bizarre embarrassment-related game. Either that, or something incredibly dangerous that justified Ingrid’s bafflement. Perhaps a hike up that tall mountain to the north without their pegasuses, or trying to see who could swim furthest away from the island before being forced to turn back?

Instead, they had picked something embarrassing for all three of them.

Dangerous, too!

But at the same time, very thrilling.

“Kiran,” Cordelia had approached him with a strangely alluring grin on her face. “Our next competition is simple to understand, and easy to judge.”

“Hmm?”

“Whoever is the one to make you cum… wins.”

Although these two ladies seemingly wanted a victor declared as soon as possible, they had decided to begin their efforts gradually. To them, this wasn’t just a competition about making him cum; they wanted to show off their skills and score all the little points they could, even if the main objective was his climax.

Kiran loved this approach. This way, he could experience everything; for example, experiencing what it was like to passionately kiss them both while their soft hands leisurely jerked him off. It was a phenomenal combination that he was determined to enjoy to its fullest while it lasted.

The girls were taking turns-- one would keep his lips occupied, while the other would play with his cock. The most exciting part, however, was that their approaches to these activities differed quite drastically!

Cordelia’s kisses were fierce. She was not afraid to use her tongue, clashing it against his with all her might. Kiran fought back just as ferociously, leading to a swirling of tongues that both were growing an addiction to. While he did this, Ingrid kept her hands wrapped around his member, maintaining a mesmerizing rhythm that sent shivers steadily up his spine.

Ingrid’s kisses were substantially calmer but very passionate. She held back her tongue, but the locking of lips boasted a sense of serenity and love. It made his heart skip a beat a few times! Cordelia’s handjob was faster and a bit less focused than her rival’s technique, but she threw in a curveball by tending to his balls too. Thankfully, she was at least aware she had to treat those tenderly.

But kissing and playing with his dick wasn’t the only thing on the agenda, naturally.

The first to shake up the status quo was Ingrid, who decided her hands were simply not adequate enough to please her lover. While Cordelia was distracted by an intense making-out session, her rival carefully dropped to her knees. Within moments, Kiran was experiencing smooches from both of these beautiful pegasus knights. Both emitted very different but equally pleasing sensations, though it was a fleeting feeling.

Cordelia eventually noticed what her rival was doing and decided that was not acceptable. Rather than chide, she mimicked, adding her own flare to the fellatio by using her tongue. Kiran watched as one girl bombarded their side of his manhood with endless kisses, while the other smothered her half with lines of saliva. Their eyes frequently flared skyward, scanning the lucky referee’s expression for signs of approval, and there was plenty of that to behold.

Kiran’s legs were starting to shake. These ladies were not afraid to give it their all! The whiplash from going to sporting events to this? Didn’t matter to them. The very much outdoor and accessible location? Didn’t matter to them either!

Honestly, it was a good thing they had taken so long with their back-and-forth games! Any observers had already returned to their quarters, disinterested in seeing its conclusion as the rivalry transitioned into stranger events. Hopefully, it stayed that way! He shuddered to think what would happen if someone were to discover what was happening… and of course, upon feeling him shiver, Cordelia and Ingrid interpreted it as a sign of his adoration for what they were doing and decided to ramp up their pace.

“Enjoying the view?” Cordelia decided to question him; although his body language told her much, there was much enjoyment to be found in an inevitable stutter of a response. “My tongue-- it makes you feel better than her kisses, doesn’t it? I should know, for my technique is flawless.”

“Nonsense,” Ingrid quickly disagreed. “His shivers are my doing, Cordelia. You may be perfect at what you do, but that does not mean what you’re doing is better.”

“I-”

Kiran held his tongue. One did feel better than the other, and he was tempted to confess that; it would urge them both on for completely different reasons, and that would result in even more pleasure.

But he wasn’t sure if he wanted that. Well, he did… though he wasn’t sure if he was physically or mentally ready for a rapid burst of bliss. It was honestly a miracle he was hanging on as well as he was, notably since he had no time to prepare.

“A lack of response as usual, I see,” Cordelia scoffed, though her smile quickly returned. “That signifies a draw, but I know how to tip the scales in my favor.”

Cordelia acted with haste, trailing her tongue up from the base of Kiran’s cock, all the way to the tip. She teasingly swirled her tongue around it momentarily, helping herself to the pre-cum that had formed. She hummed positively, and then, she took it inside her mouth. Ingrid would have noticed this sudden escalation, but she had gotten a little too into the cock-kissing and was presently preoccupied… though that was soon going to change.

Kiran watched with awe as his cock sank into her humid mouth, and though the sudden heat was startling, what shocked him the most was Cordelia’s inability to stop. She went past his glans quickly, devouring inch after inch and disrupting Ingrid’s ability to worship his dick. This almost caused a confrontation, but Ingrid decided to clash back with her actions rather than her words. Though his cock was now unavailable, she still had a pair of balls to play with. Her place of worship quickly relocated there, her tongue against his softest and most sensitive area enhancing his pleasure, almost overwhelmingly.

Keeping Kiran’s cock concealed within her throat for a few moments was a challenging task for Cordelia, but she was able to maintain her position before her gag reflex demanded she back away. She hoped she could keep it in longer, but she couldn’t fault herself too badly; this was all a new experience, and eventually, she’d be perfect at sucking cock.

Several strings of saliva still connected her lips to his cock, but those were severed once Ingrid swooped in and took over, taking a good chunk of his manhood into her mouth instead. Unlike her rival, she wasn't going to pretend she could handle deepthroating. Instead, she focused on what she could do, and that was bobbing her head back and forth at a frantic speed after taking in about half.

"...I did not think a noble lady could be a thief," Cordelia mumbled disapprovingly, not expecting her prize to be snatched away so suddenly, especially when her turn wasn’t up! Cordelia wasn’t too upset though-- Ingrid could not take in as much as her, so that was a victory on her end!

Kiran would find that thought debatable. When it came to actually giving head properly, Ingrid was the clear victor. The constant pressure of her cheeks around his manhood, her tongue dancing across his length, and the constant saliva she was dousing it in… it was incredible. Cordelia’s deepthroating had invoked a sensation that was overpowering, and while he enjoyed that, her rival’s rhythm was something he could get behind more.

However, Ingrid made one critical mistake, and that was letting her guard down. Too engrossed in her cocksucking, Ingrid was not prepared to defend herself against the sudden yank of her braid, freeing his shaft from her worship.

Kiran was not the culprit, however.

“Hey, what’s the big-”

“This is a serious competition, Ingrid,” Cordelia interrupted her. Although she believed she was in the lead, that didn’t mean she was finished with his cock! “We will play fairly, and you will wait your turn.”

Ingrid glared at her competitor, looking like she was ready to lash out with a comeback at a moment’s notice, but she refrained from doing so. Instead, she breathed heavily, turning her attention towards the target of their affections.

“Kiran,” she spoke softly to him. “Lay down.”

That was an order he didn’t mind fulfilling. His legs needed rest.

“I wasn’t done with-”

“You want me to be serious, Cordelia?” It was Ingrid’s turn to interrupt her rival-- nay, her nemesis. She was agitated by the yanking of her braid, but she was channeling all of that annoyance into determination. “Then let us compete… using our breasts.”

Uh oh.

“...o-our breasts…?”

Cordelia curled her lips into her mouth, her expression fidgeting, and her state did not get better when Ingrid removed her top, revealing her boobs.

“That’s right,” Ingrid placed her hands on her hips proudly. “I think Kiran will find what I have to offer to his satisfaction. Can you say the same?”

“I…”

Cordelia did nothing for a few seconds, dominated by a plethora of thoughts and feelings that disrupted the confidence she had displayed only moments ago.

But when she saw Ingrid lay down, positioning herself by Kiran’s side in such a way that she could align her tits with his cock, she snapped back to reality. Despite her insecurities, she was not going to stand idly and let Ingrid have all the fun! She hesitatingly removed her top, revealing that she was as small as she looked.

Of course, Kiran had no problem with that! He was a man of taste! He appreciated all sizes!

But he understood it wasn’t so simple from her perspective, especially when it was going to hinder her efforts in the upcoming task.

Cordelia was still feeling sulky, but she wasn’t going to let her shame control her. She joined her rival, taking the other side. Although she struggled to find an adequate position that didn’t discomfort her, she did not let it dishearten her.

Ingrid then smothered Kiran’s cock within her breasts-- at least, partly. She was bigger than her rival, certainly, but only to the level of medium. She could only accomplish so much because of that, but Cordelia was luckily present to fill in the gap, locking her lover’s manhood between sublime squishiness.

Kiran liked this. He liked this a lot. Seeing them both work together to make him feel good was a breath of fresh air! It was difficult for them to compete like this, and they were both feeling shy about it-- Cordelia for obvious reasons, and Ingrid for underestimating how much she could smother with her size.

Luckily, they were energized by his approving groans. Their breasts were both so sensationally soft, and he was loved whenever their hard nipples pressed against his shaft as they tried to keep it within their self-made prison. The saliva still covering his dick proved to be sufficient lubrication, allowing them to gradually accelerate and suffocate different sections within their bosoms. Their activities throughout the day had caused them to sweat a lot, making their skin feel hot to the touch, a sensation that paired well the squishiness.

There was only so much of this he could take. The kisses, and the handjobs, and the blowjobs… and now this. It was astonishing he hadn’t cum sooner, but he was happy he had lasted.

“Girls…” he mumbled, diverting their attention to him. “I’m going to cum…”

“W-Wait… but we’re both-” Ingrid realized this would not lead to a definitive winner; they were both doing this!

Kiran couldn’t care less about semantics, not when he was about to erupt. Glancing at their boobs enveloping his cock one last time, he reached his peak, his cum shooting out like a fountain and drenching their chests and faces in his seed.

This one orgasm alone made this entire competition worth it.

That didn’t mean it was over there-- far from it.

Kiran had initially planned to judge the winner by who had the most cum covering them, but these beautiful pegasus knights had milked him well. His seed was covering them all over, and as he observed their bashful expressions, he found it difficult to judge who was soaked in the most semen.

But that was okay. They’d just have to play a second round.

___

“This is embarrassing!”

Ingrid was not happy about the suggested position, but that hadn’t stopped her from going ahead with it anyway.

Both had discarded their shorts, leaving them in the nude, and they were both dripping wet. Ingrid was currently perched on top of her rival in such a way that aligned their pussies, the intersection calling upon a sense of pleasure they weren’t quite used to yet.

Rather than take them in conventional positions, Kiran had decided they needed to make amends. Cordelia had been a little cruel by pulling her bread, and Ingrid did not need to target her rival’s insecurity.

Kiran controlled the game now. He would take them both under one condition-- that they kiss each other. They had demonstrated such amazing kissing skills and deserved to learn what it would be like to make out with each other! They could also learn to appreciate each other more this way!

His gambit was risky, but it was already paying off.

“You’re doing so good,” Cordelia reassured her friend. “And your lips… taste so good too…”

Ingrid was embarrassed by the position and because she loved kissing her rival more than she thought she would! She had never ruled out the possibility of getting a little frisky with another lady, but none of them had enchanted her until now. Cordelia believed her heart would never move on from Chrom, but she had developed a few surprising crushes during her time in Askr!

Maybe that was another reason they had become fast friends.

Kiran was thrilled to see them enjoying each other, though he couldn’t forget he had promised them something. Though it was fun as it was to watch, he had just about recovered from his earlier orgasm and was keen to bring this strange relationship the three of them had developed to the next level.

He got into position, contemplating which lady to take first. Concluding that Ingrid was feeling the most overwhelmed, he decided to discover what Cordelia’s insides felt like around his manhood first. The sudden feeling of his cock against her pussy disrupted the kissing battle-- one that Cordelia was winning, giving Ingrid a much-needed edge, especially when his length started to enter her.

Cordelia was tight. Her walls were suffocating him already and hindering how much he could push in, but Kiran refused to back down. Slowly but steadily, he managed to fill her up, pausing momentarily so he could enjoy the grip her pussy had around his cock. Kiran took some time to admire the view while waiting, loving how he couldn’t even see any of his manhood any longer. He also loved seeing the pussy right above the one he was presently in, still dripping and eager to have a cock inside it. Ingrid would have to wait, but he doubted she’d be displeased-- she was winning the tongue war!

Satisfied he was ready, Kiran started to thrust. He recalled how they had treated him with a gradual build-up when these shenanigans started; for that reason, he opted to treat Cordelia’s pussy similarly, letting her get used to his motions slowly as thanks for not going too insane at first.

Of course, he couldn’t forget how she had deepthroated him so suddenly. That was why he opted for slow but strong thrusts, pulling almost everything out before slamming it back in. This always made her moan, though it often sounded muffled; Ingrid was to thank for that.

Kiran couldn’t forget he owed her a good fucking too. After giving Cordelia a few final thrusts, he pulled away, aiming for Ingrid’s pussy instead. The intersection was quick to disrupt Ingrid’s breathing, giving Cordelia the edge she needed to clash back against her rival. The tides turned quickly in her favor as Ingrid was barely able to put up a fight, completely enamored by the feeling of a cock entering her pussy.

Although Ingrid wasn’t quite as tight, her insides were substantially hotter. He pondered whether or not the wait had caused that, but when it felt this good, it was hard to care. Kiran pushed everything inside, finding her resistance minimal in comparison to her counterpart, but that was by no means a bad thing. Getting to experience this humidity soaking his cock was an ecstatic feeling.

Figuring Ingrid needed some time to adapt too, he planned to wait for a while, but Ingrid’s sudden back-and-forth movements put a halt to that, encouraging Kiran to start fucking her sooner than planned. She was craving his cock!

His thrusts against Ingrid’s insides weren’t as strong as the ones he treated Cordelia with, but they weren’t as slow either. He maintained a respectable rhythm akin to the cadence she had treated him with when she sucked his cock earlier, and although her moans were muffled, they were still wonderful to hear and encouraged him to keep up the pace.

Kiran loved this. He couldn’t believe he was actually having sex with these two beautiful girls! When he volunteered to be the referee for their competition, not even his wildest imagination could have prepared him for everything to go in this direction, but he was so glad it had.

A victor still needed to be declared, however, and he knew exactly how to determine the winner.

Only one girl could receive a creampie.

Kiran wanted to give each girl a fair chance, and that was why he decided to switch between the two frequently. Their unique qualities felt so amazing around his cock and he had no doubt they were both capable of making him cum. By changing which girl he was fucking frequently, everything would be left to chance, and that was the fairest things could get.

At least, that was what he thought.

Both girls had an ace up their sleeve-- their orgasms.

Cordelia reached hers first, her cries of joy music to his ears, and the sudden compactness so strong it sealed his cock inside her for a while.

It almost made him cum.

Ingrid reached hers next, the heat enclosing his cock becoming borderline unbearable, yet so sensational.

It too, almost made him cum.

In the end, everything was once again left to chance, and frankly, he was glad! He wanted to give both girls the victory, but alas, he could only cum inside one girl once. This way, it was more or less out of this control. He had no doubt the intensity would prevent him from pulling out halfway and filling up the other either.

He loved Cordelia’s compactness. He loved that it was challenging to push up against the entrance to her womb.

He loved Ingrid’s humidity. He loved how her pussy soaked his shaft in so much inconceivable warmth.

He loved them both.

Finally, Kiran came, filling up his chosen girl with all the semen that had been building up. It was the most amazing orgasm of his life, so good that it fucked his senses up big time. His eyes blurred, his ears started to ring, and he quickly lost his balance, collapsing onto the sand.

The cold air around his cock felt amazing, though he was not displeased to feel a sudden warmth envelop it once more. He wasn’t sure why, but it felt so good.

It was so good that he felt something building up again.

___

“Kiiiirrrrraaaaaannnn~”

That was the sound of both girls. They sounded confident, perhaps excited to hear the news that they had won.

Kiran had other concerns, however. How long was he out?!

It was starting to become dark, but the sun hadn’t quite set yet, so it hadn’t been that long…

“...one moment, girls…”

Ingrid and Cordelia were staring down at him… and for some reason, both were leaking his semen even though he was confident he had only filled up one!

Right…?

No… he remembered now! He had cum twice! The one who he hadn’t filled up decided to ride him, and they did such an amazing job that he came inside them shortly after.

Okay. That was fine. He just had to give victory to the person whose womb he flooded first.

And that person was…

…

…he could not remember.

He had switched between them so frequently, and his orgasm had struck so suddenly, and…

Oh.

“Girls,” Kiran spoke to them with a hushed tone. “I… don’t think I’ve decided a winner yet.”

“Huh?!”

“But…” he knew they would be displeased, but he had a suggestion to share. “Let’s return to my quarters, and decide there, shall we?”

Cordelia and Ingrid looked at each other with mischievous expressions, turning their head back to him after and nodding.

“I’m going to win this time, Cordelia,” Ingrid, despite sounding so exhausted, was equally as determined. “I’ll prove to Kiran that I deserve the victory.”

“Is that so?” Cordelia was eager to continue the challenge as well. “I believe I have perfected how to make Kiran cum. This time, he’ll undeniably declare me the winner.”

Somehow, Kiran doubted this competition was ever going to end.

Or maybe it had. Maybe there was a victor, albeit an unexpected one.

Himself.