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Motoyasu Kitamura was having a rough day, sighing wearily as he made his way through the dark streets of the Capital. He had found out that Naofumi, that bastard who had tried to rape his precious Myne, had gotten another slave. Enslaving poor Raphtalia was bad enough, but now he was carting around a poor little girl by the name of Filo.
She was a beauty too. Long, silky blonde hair, fair skin, deep blue eyes, and pristine white wings. All this, combined with her lovely white and blue dress, made her look the picture of a beautiful angel.
And Motoyasu definitely had a thing for angels.
So in an attempt to sweep the angel off her feet- er, save poor Filo from that sick bastard Naofumi, Motoyasu charged in, the Hero he was.
It did not go well. When he found out that Naofumi was making poor Filo pull his cart, Motoyasu was pissed, bringing up the fat bird Noafumi had at Riyute Village.
Only… It turned out that fat bird was actually Filo, who could apparently take on a human form, and was not too happy about Motoyasu accidentally insulting her weight…
His balls still ached, despite the healing magic.
On top of that, he also got chewed out by Myne’s younger sister, who was apparently Heir to the throne and had made him pay a fine for the damage caused by his attack on Naofumi, which amounted to half his total earnings.
And now, late into the night, while Myne and the rest of his party slept soundly in the inn, Motoyasu had decided to get some air. All of the shops were closed, the vast majority of windows pitch black as their owners slept, leaving the streets almost totally dark save for some lanterns here and there. Only taverns and inns still had some life to them, though even they were beginning to quiet down.
Despite all this, he couldn’t sleep, so he hoped the cool night air would calm his nerves.
With a sigh, he rounded a corner his lantern at his side when he caught a glimpse of something just beyond the light’s radius; the ruffle of a lovely white dress with a blue fade at the hem, a glimpse of golden hair shining in his lantern light, the tips of fluffy white wings, all accompanied by the patter of bare feet on stone as their own ducked into a pitch black alley.
Was that… Filo!? What was she doing wandering around by herself this late!? Was Naofumi really so careless!? Motoyasu was angry of course, but also concerned, so he quickly made to follow her. Hurriedly he made his way through the alley, following the soft echoes of Filo’s footsteps as the buildings twisted and turned, giving off an eerie atmosphere.
Finally, after about a minute, he came to the end of the alley, where he found a small, closed off area, towering walls on all sides and the only exit being where Motoyasu had walked in at. But he didn’t see Filo. Did he just imagine it?
His unasked question was answered as something small, but very strong, pushed him into the wall.
“Found you Spear Guy~”
The tone that came from Filo’s mouth sounded nothing like earlier in the day. There was a strange hint to it, almost like… Desire?
“F-Filo!? What is this!? Luring me to a secluded area!? Did Naofumi put you up to this!?” He was unsure what exactly was happening, but if Naofumi was using an angel like Filo as bait-
“Master and Raphtalia Onee-San are both asleep, they don’t know Filo is here. I saw you out the window walk past the inn where we were staying, so Filo followed.” The sweet, bell-like voice spoke up, small hand pulling the lantern from Motoyasu’s grasp and setting it to the ground, allowing the light to illuminate the both and showing Filo in full, the grin on her face the shin in her eyes.
Motoyasu was confused. She had followed him without Naofumi’s input? Why? She nudged him back until he was flat against the wall, and Motoyasu’s body froze as her small hand suddenly cupped his crotch. He hadn’t been wearing his armor, instead dressed more casually, so he didn’t have the armor plates he had gotten for his crotch. Not that they would have stopped Filo anyway, as the dents they had accumulated earlier proved.
“Filo has been waiting since Riyute.” The small girl said, tongue sticking out as she rubbed the hardening bulge in the man’s pants.
Let it be known that in terms of dick size, Motoyasu was a bit above average, at seven and a half inches, and rather girthy as well. Something Filo was evidently aware of, considering she had gotten to briefly feel it the two times she kicked him. As such, when she finally undid the shocked man’s belt and yanked his pants open, his large member springing forth and smacking her in the face did nothing to deter her. In fact, it seemed to excite her.
“W-what are you-“
“Hm, bigger than Filo thought, but that’s okay!” The child cooed, reaching up and wrapping her warm hand around her prize, her fingertips a few centimeters from touching as she began to stroke.
“Ngh!”
“You know, Spear Guy says a lot of stupid stuff, Filo didn’t like being called fat, but I’ll forgive Spear Guy if he stops being so mean to master.”
“H-how do you know how to do this!? Does Naofumi make you do stuff like this!?”
“Hmm, no. This is the first time Filo is doing this.”
“Then how do you-“
“Some of its instinct! The rest of it was some of the adult books Filo found in a library! Master still doesn’t know about them!” Filo responded proudly. And with that, she leaned forward, pressing her wet lips to the tip, slathering her tongue over the head, tasting the saltiness of his precum, before pushing in, hot, wet mouth engulfing the cylinder of flesh before her.
In that moment, any resistance Motoyasu had was shattered by the drenching humidity of Filo’s small mouth. Despite this evidently being her first time, she was pretty much a natural, her hot, wet tongue curling around his meat like a snake around prey as she began to bob her head, slowly but surely taking more of his length in her twitching throat as Motoyasu groaned. Never did the Spear Hero actually think he would end up doing this with the young Filolial, having thought her mind to innocent.
He was dead wrong as Filo’s mouth finally came flush with the base of his dick, her nose pressed into the wiry blond pubic hair that sat above his crotch. She inhaled deeply through her nose, taking in the scent of the sweaty, musty hands r hair before she grabbed Motoyasu’s hands, moving them to lay atop her head. Did she want him too…?
…Fuck it.
He began to pull her head back, grunting as he did so until only the tip remained, before thrusting back into the moist heat of her mouth. He took it slow at first, but then Filo tapped his stomach sharply, clearly impatient. If she insisted.
Losing all sense of restraint, he thrust roughly into her small, tight mouth, pounding, grunting, strands of spit flying and drool cascading down Filo’s chin as the pressure built up in his groin, and then, release.
With a loud groan that surely would have been overheard if not for them being in such a secluded spot, Motoyasu bottomed out, the young Filolial’s throat bulging from his girth as his balls tensed, unloading their contents in what was probably the best orgasm of his life, thighs cramping, legs like jelly as he held on for dear life, before Filo started to pull back on her own, a mixture of saliva and semen sticking to her face in strands as she moved, stopping briefly to suck any excess from the tip as she popped off, head tilting back as she opened her mouth wide, filled with gooey, sticky slime.
Holy fuck.
She swallowed audibly, before moving in to lick off any residue. Motoyasu, tired and sensitive, simply fell to his ass, groaning softly as Filo cleaned him. Finishing, she stood up, smirking down at him.
“I thought… You hated me…”
“Filo doesn’t hate you. I think you’re cute, and a nice person when you aren’t being a dummy.”
“But… Earlier, you said-“
“You called Filo fat.” She responded sharply.
Ah, that was fair.
“B-but still, why not Naofumi or…” Granted, he would much rather not have to think of that bastard doing such things to Filo, but Motoyasu’s mind was in a great state of confusion right now.
“Master raised Filo from an egg. He’s more like Filo’s daddy, even if he doesn’t like being called that. And Raphtalia Onee-San is like Filo’s big sister. But Filo wants Spear Guy to be her mate.”
And like a giant set of clockwork gears that had gone too long without oiling, Motoyasu’s brain ground to a halt. Surely he was mishearing things, right? Mate!?
“Uwah?” Was all he could vocalize. Filo smirked down at him.
“Ehehehe.” With a toothy grin and blue eyes gleaming in the lantern light as she bent down, hooking fingers around the hem of her dress, stand straight as she coyly lifted the garment. And Motoyasu’s jaw dropped. The first thing he noticed was that Filo wasn’t wearing panties, revealing her small, tight, hairless slit. The second thing he noticed was that she was soaking wet, juices glistening on her thighs in a thick glaze.
Just as quickly, she released her hold, letting her dress drop and covering the sight.
“Buuuut! Spear guy has to prove himself before he can take Filo as his mate.”
“Wh-what do you mean by that? Prove myself how!?”
“Nono, Filo can’t say. Spear guy has to figure it out himself.” The young Filolial tittered, turning on her heel, walking back down into the dark of the alley with the patting of bare feet on stone. Just as she reached the edge of the lantern’s light, she abruptly turned. “And stop being a jerk to Master!” Finally, she walked off, leaving Motoyasu on the ground, wet cock lying limp in the chilly night air, the blond wondering what the fuck just happened.