The "Perfect" Bride

>To start with it's just a game, a silly contest, Cordelia and Severa going out and, it's just a game, it's just fun, but neither of them want to back down and it keeps escalating, flirting, drinking, kissing, until before they know it, they've followed a group of guys they've never met before home and are getting fucked harder than they'd ever imagined. Cordelia taking two guys at a time, watching Severa lose her cherry to a man whose name she doesn't know.
>By the end of it, they get so lost they forget to even count... Which means, when Severa proposes a rematch a few days later, Cordelia can't help but accept.
>Morgan would notice what's going on and try prevent it, to protect her father, but quickly get drawn into it too, until the whole (female side of the) family is staying out at night anytime they come to a new town.
>Course, it can't stay a secret forever, so soon one of the other Shepherds finds out, and they have to "keep him quiet". Which is never that simple, and soon enough they're all getting passed around the army before every battle as a "morale boost" while you're staying up, locked in the strategy tent, finishing off the strategies.

>Afterwards, the next day, they're both thinking about it, ashamed that they both got their cherries popped to random strangers, that they fucked more guys than they can remember, that they betrayed their husband/father... But also incredibly turned on each time they think about it.
>So they're both aching to broach the topic, to talk about it, but too embarrassed incase the other doesn't feel the same.
>Then on the last day before they leave, they're in some cafe together eating lunch... And along comes some of the guys, who instantly recognise them...and invite them out "To show them around the town, before you heroes move on!"
>"That's fine... Right, Severa?"
>"Y-Yeah, that'd be fun."
>Course by the next town they're eagerly heading to a bar together. By the third town they're getting drunk and getting fucked in an alley behind the bar, delighting in the thought that anyone who passes by can just join in.
>And by the fifth town, they volunteer for some scouting duties and wind up spending a weekend with a large band of mercenaries that're passing through the region.
The fact that she corrupts our daughters too is even better. Just imagine the dinnertime conversations... Sitting down with all the women in your family sitting down, talking, laughing, exchanging jokes, and with different men's cum running down their legs

>Looking at the pile of work still ahead, (You) can’t help but sigh
>“Long day?” Your Wife, Cordelia, asks, looking up from where she’s busied herself tidying up the barracks and peering over your shoulder.
>She doesn’t touch you, you notice, it feels like she’s been a little less affectionate lately but not so much you feel like you can comment about it. It was strange, a few months ago you thought she would finally be ready to consummate your marriage, recently you haven’t been so sure.
>“Yeah, and a lot left to do,” you answer, shaking such thoughts away and pointing to the piles of authorisations still untouched, “Sorry, I think I’ll be up late again tonight.”
>“That’s fine, I was just about to head back to our tent anyway,” she brushes you off, just a little too fast, “I’m going to get changed and head out with Severa.”
>“Again? Didn’t you two do that just a few nights ago?” And then a week ago before that. What was so interesting about this town? They hadn’t acted like this before.
>“Yeah, well… we just had so much fun, we both decided to make it a regular thing,” she laughs, “It’s not often I get to spend time with her like this, it’s exhausting, but REALLY fun.”
>You can’t help but smile at her motherly charm shining through, “That’s fine, I suppose. I just, you know I worry about you two. You didn’t come back last time.”
>Planting her hands on her hips, she glares down at you. Courage faltering you look to the floor, feeling suddenly guilty for doubting her -your own wife- for even a moment

>“I told you,” she sighs in exasperation, “We had a bit too much to drink and lost track of time, we didn’t want to risk walking home in the dark, so we had some new friends show us to a hotel. We were fine.”
>“I know…” you agree, still unable to meet her eyes. Your wife was still a virgin, just like you, and still rather naïve to the world, you couldn’t bear the thought of anyone taking advantage of her. Still, Severa was with her. “I just, worry. Whenever you don’t come home.”
>It wasn’t so bad when she spent the night looking after one of your comrades after a battle, but you still didn’t understand she’d begun insisting on doing that, she wasn’t a healer!
>“Look, it’s too late tonight, but how about we take Morgan with us the next time we go? You know how she gets, she won’t let either of us out of her sight!”
>Both your daughters? Well, that should be fine, “Okay, if sh-” Looking up, you see she’s already gone.
>Looking over at her red-headed daughter, walking beside her, Cordelia couldn’t help but giggle at the mix of nervousness and anticipation writ clear on the younger girl’s face. “You look nice today, Severa.”
>It was no mere flattery, despite still wearing her usual clothes, Severa’s face and hair had both obviously had hours of preparation put into them and the soft scent wafting through the air did not smell cheap.
>“O-Of course!” as terrible at receiving compliments as ever, the mercenary opted for a half-hearted glare in return, “I’m, I’m DEFINITELY gonna beat you this time.”
>“Didn’t you say that last time too? I thought I told you not to underestimate your mother?”
>“Wh-Wha!? That, that was only because those two jerks wouldn’t let me go, all night!”

>She didn’t need a reminder, the memory of her beautiful daughter sandwiched between two tall, muscular men was not one that Cordelia would soon forget, especially not since it had left the other four all to her.
>“I don’t remember you complaining at the time.” She teased. No indeed, her daughter’s mouth had been far too busy and none of the men would have listened anyway.
>“I-I” Severa flushed bright red, “That’s not the point! I’ll beat you tonight, for sure!”
>“Will you now?” She laughed in reply, grinning wickedly at her daughter’s incensed face, “I’m not so sure about that.”
>Looking quickly over her shoulder to make sure no-one else was around, Cordelia reached down, lifting the skirt of her Pegasus Knight’s uniform.
>Severa gasped, the hem of the dress went barely past her hips and even so, her mother was exposed completely bare, shaven and already shining with lust, ready for any man at any time.
>“I’ve heard some of the others around the camp complain, the bar we’re heading to tonight is said to be rather poorly lit…” She explained, lowering the uniform and walking back into step, looking instantly for anyone who didn’t know better, the famed Paragon of the Ylissean Pegasus Knights.
>“You! You slut!”
>Cordelia turned around, smirking victoriously at her daughter. They both knew exactly how this night would end. Her mother would probably have half the men in the bar inside her before Severa could even get one group to take her home.
>Of course, if Severa could ever resist a challenge, perhaps everything between them would never have happened. “Oooh! Just you wait!”
>Ducking furiously behind a tree, the Mercenary returned barely a half minute later, blushing completely red, with her face set in an eager smile and tunic now only just barely covering her entirely bare hips.