Another niche interest unlocked! I played Castle Crashers several years ago and playing it again reminded me how much I love that game!
Made a bunch of doodles. Orange Knight and the Blacksmith are my favs! Also some random hc stuff inside that my sibling and I came up with
Uh… gray knights. It must be terrifying trying to fight them psychically. But there's our boy, grappling with it and his childhood memories… are they coming back?
@taryn40k thanks for the help with the dialogues translate!!! <3 <3 <3
“This is a remake of a cringe, oneshot long ago…” - Ichor
Summary - “The Alpha legionnaires are rather greedy to feed and please when there are leftovers. Solor on the other hand? Is not pleased.”
“Do note this is a remake of a oneshot. It canon, but it’s just not timed right and it’s been awhile since we had some action from these bois. It’s likely they have changed quite a bit and do so in the possible future.” - Note
Your body rocks gently side to side. Soft coos leaving your lips as the hefty baby in your arms: Salem coos right back out you tiredly. One little hand in his mouth, and another hand grasping at your fingers lightly as his little mind must of sensed that he was accidentally breaking and spraining your fingers with his abnormal strength.
It was definitely… exhilarating when the first time that happened. The sudden snap of your bone and the hiss of pain that leaves you while you jerk your hand away, and with Salem being a bit in-tuned with you? He cry’s out, sensing something was wrong with his mother. Yet, never understanding soon enough to realize he was the cause of it. Not that you would the blame your own child, but you’re definitely taking note of it when he grows older…
A sigh leaves you when Salem finally lets sleep consume his little mind. His eyes: the color of yours, flutter and fight against it, but it seems being awake for a few weeks finally caught up to the little one. His hand still wrapped around yours while you slowly lower him into his steel blue crib. Your hands gentle as you tuck the little one in. Replacing your hand with a albino turtle plushie he absolutely favors instead. Something Hydra, one of the Alpha Legionnaires got him.
You stay for a moment more within the nursing room. Watching the little one, making sure no nightmare immediately raided his mind. Something that has been happening from the day he was born, and it absolutely wreaks your heart, but he seems to sleep better within your comfort. That was something you at least could do to comfort your own child as Solor wasn’t keen on showing the child to anyone, family or apothecary included.
Another sigh leaves you at the ridiculousness that silver knight has as you carefully move out of the room, but non where willing to fight against his wishes unless it was those… Adeptus Custodies? Golden Knights? They called them? Either way, you know for sure you’ll snap at Solor if your child gets ill or injured in some way. Oh, you would be absolutely livid.
Once out the nursery, your heart jumps in your chest as you hear a more deeper, questioning coo in your ear. You hand going to your chest to try and hold your heart as you jump to the side before giving a quiet scold at the armored, blue and green iridescent marine before you. “Hydra! Don’t spook me like that!”
You receive a quiet, mischievous rumble in response. The marine stalking a bit closer than he would usually as your eyes quickly look him up and down, suspicious of him. Your senses for the Alpha Legions mischief tingling.
“Hydra? What are you up to?” You whisper, not willing to wake up your little one that was sleeping soundlessly. Yet, the marine simply takes another step closer. His deep ocean blue eyes flickering down to your chest, signaling his intent. “Hydra… no.”
Yet, knowing how Alpha Legionnaires are? They like to push, and if they want something? They will get it… under desirable consequences. Sexual or not. They are pretty good at it as they know well… the consequences of their actions, and they certainly know the outcome of this one.
“Hydra.” You warn quietly, taking a slow step back. Observing Hydra for any potential launch from him. Another coo leaving him, this time more teasing as he takes another step. “Hydra, no.”
You inhale when he comes forward quickly than expected, your body scrambling to twist around and run. Barely getting past the corner of the hallway before you’re snatched. A stained yelp leaving your lips while you’re lifted up in the air and your back pressed up against the armored chest-plate of another marine: Ascelepius. His left metal arm cold, and sending a shiver up your spine while he wrapped himself around you and popping back into the couch in the living room. His metal arm moving to your neck and gently pressing your head back against his pauldron as his other, intact hand goes down to your stomach, thumbing there while he nuzzles into your cheek.
“Ascelepius!” You give a mix between a hiss and a whine. Your hands embracing his constricting arms. “That’s cheating!”
This marine with the same color armor as Hydra but a bit duller, simply purrs into you. Nuzzling your jawline. His hand on your stomach inching downward. It doesn’t take a genius or a wife to know what they are entrapping you in their hands for. They can be quite oblivious of what they want, but sometimes? They can be quite naïve too.
Your skin gives a twitch when Hydra slides his cold gauntlet under the bottom of your top. A hitched sound between surprise and uncomfortableness coming from you. “Really? My… you are greedy.”
The legionnaires plays hurt at your words, very well understanding of them. A sad coo leaving him while still rising his hands up. To push your top up so he can view what they were craving for. His body leaning in to give you a kiss before turning his attention to your breasts once more, nuzzling them first. The feeling a bit awkward and painful at first as he starts off very gentle. Kissing your swollen cleavage slowly, testing his boundaries with you. Seeing what makes you wince or keen into him. He knows if he does anything remotely damaging to you Solor would hunt him for days on end. Though, he’s starting to like those little hunts…
Ascelepius on the other hand, is more keen for keeping you trapped up against him, unmoving while his hand that was at your stomach travels under the waist of your bottoms and sliding over your undergarments. Teasing you, feeling how you shift against him as he feels your warmth just covered by a single article of cloth.
They both hear you whine softly, making them pause for a second. Checking up on you, giving you small coos and rumbles into your skin and ear in order to sooth you before Hydra slowly goes in for his shot. His lips wrapping around your tit, suckling upon you. His gauntlet coming back down to wrap around your waist as if to keep you on place when Ascelepius was already doing so.
“Y-you’re both trouble.” You stammer, wincing slightly as Hydra feeds but it was slowly becoming more pleasing as Ascelepius keeps teasing you from below. His middle fingers going up and down before eventually sliding them under your undergarment and slowly filling up your heat with his middle finger. Purring at you when you keen and gasp, making Hydra growl a little at your movements. His hold on your waist tightening.
One of your hands move from Ascelepius and moves to Hydra. Your hand dragging behind his bald head, feeling the smoothness of it as you encourage him to take more from you despite Solors warnings for him not to. He wasn’t the boss of you. Plus, you were sure of your own body that you could produce more milk for your child before he gets hungry again. There was also been a couple of times where your breasts were to uncomfortably swollen that you needed relief anyways, and Solor wasn’t around to please. So, more to the Legionnaires.
Your hand thumbs at the back of Hydras’ head. A hitched gasp leaving you as your eyes flutter at the feeling of Ascelepius sinking another finger inside of you: the two middle ones. His lips teasing your open neck that he keeps in place up his pauldron. Another pair of rough lips meeting your own then.
“Levi…” You moan softly into another Legionnaires mouth: Leviathans’. Your lips meeting his as he purrs a greeting. His armored body: blue and silver iridescent colored, leaning over. Kissing you as he pleases to get some attention himself. You swear sometimes they have some sort of sense of where if one of their brethren is getting some action halfway across the world? They have to get some too.
The trio keep you on a heightened pleasure, slowly growing it. Ascelepius keeps his actions reasonably slow, thrusting his fingers in and out of you, curling them in spots he knows that make you melt into their desires. Hydra continues to feed from you, occasionally switching tits and licking his lips in order not to make you too uncomfortable. Kissing your cleavage and gently kneading your mounds here and there. Wanting those extra brownie points. Leviathan keeps his kisses up, making you breathless, and if you didn’t have enough energy in the moment before of the other two? He settles on just pulling and sucking at your lips before making out with you again.
At a certain point, your eyebrows furrow and a moan leaves your mouth while your body shivers and huffs. The legionnaires give you loud, satisfied purrs at your completion. It’s been a little while since they could have your attention like this. Since they could have the afterglow of you upon them. They either had Solor on their asses or they couldn’t sway you so easily.
“Legionnaires.” A deep growl goes through the air that was once warm. The familiar, robotic voice making Hydra pull away from your chest with a pop, and Levivithan lean back up to look at who decided to join- er well, shut down the party while Ascelepius continues to hold you against him, making sure you’re alright. His fingers paused and still inside of you.
Hydra, being the more testing of the band, licks his lips, making sure that Solor notices that he fed from you. A teasing smile growing on his face that somehow always manages to trigger the Gray Knight as Solor surges swiftly forward. Almost capturing the cocky little legionnaire in a single swipe that trills mischievously before zipping away, and around the corner like some house cat in the middle of the night getting zoomies.
“Little snake…” Solor growls, standing tall in front of the couch before observing the scene before him again. How Ascelepius had one of his hands between your legs and his metal gently on your neck. Something protective and warm rising within him once more. “Keep her there, Ascelepius. I have a brother of yours to deal with.“
Oh, he just has to be a step ahead in all forms, doesn’t he?
