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To Win a Dancer's Favor	By : fallingtangents Category: +A through F > Fire Emblem (all) > Fire Emblem (all) Views: 3680 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-To Win a Dancer's Favor
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Maybe it was the way that she walked. Or the way her clothing threatened to slither down her body when she moved. Or the way her breasts swayed in sensuous patterns whenever she moved.

Ever since he'd found her again in the midst of his journey of discovery, Ewan had been aware of the tightness of his trousers when he was in her presence. He'd taken to slipping away from the main encampment in order to relieve the tension that developed and made him less focused than usual, at least according to Master Saleh. Ewan didn't agree with his master; if anything, he worked harder than he had ever worked before. If he could get better with his magic, then he could protect her. He wasn't the same little boy that she'd left alone in the care of a mountain village, promising to send money back when she'd wandered away with the gruff looking mercenary.

They'd come back through once or twice during the years apart, but rarely did they stay long. Ewan had never had the chance to truly appreciate her beauty until he'd come face to face with it so suddenly in the middle of the camp. Then again, he hadn't had the body chemistry to keep up with the appreciating.

His sister was stunning and he'd stumbled to a halt in front of her. Her smile when she recognized him was only tempered by the fact that she'd been hanging off of Gerik. Fortunately Ewan had never struggled to come up with words; he nattered on to the pair in front of him as though they'd never been separated and had just come back from a leisurely walk. That lasted until Tethys tried to convince him to go back and wait for her to come get him, as though he were some baby that needed coddling! Ewan vehemently disagreed with her proposal and darted away before she could try and coax him anymore.

He didn't go far, just far enough to keep her from easily spotting him. Apparently Tethys didn't feel overly compelled to chase him down; Ewan crept back behind the pair to find them slipping out of camp without a word to anyone. Needless to say, he followed them.

And thus beheld the sight of his sister going down on her knees before a man. Sudden jealousy spiked in Ewan's veins as Tethys stroked Gerik's member, coaxing it to peak hardness before leaning in and gently swirling her tongue around the head. Ewan found his mouth suddenly dry; he swallowed hard and kept watching as Gerik groaned and tangled his fingers in the fiery tresses of the dancer, pulling her down onto his length. Tethys complied with Gerik's handling, her lips encircling his member and slipping slowly forward and backward in steady rhythm.

It didn't take long for Gerik to cum.

Ewan stood spellbound as Tethys pulled back from Gerik to allow his cum to spurt over her face. Panting, Gerik leaned against a tree trunk to recover and watched as Tethys used her fingers to clean up the mess, fastidiously licking each digit clean afterwards. When the mercenary reached down to pull the dancer to her feet, Ewan vanished from the scene. There was no way that he wished to be caught in the aftermath of what he'd just witnessed...

The scene didn't leave him, however. It played incessantly through his mind, permeated his dreams until all he could think about was the desire to have his sister worship his rod in the same fashion. Whenever he saw those luscious lips now, Ewan grew instantly hard, which made it hard to walk around the camp. At least his robes proved sufficient to keep anyone from suspecting just why it was that he had trouble walking, though Ewan suspected that some thought he'd become constipated lately. Artur had offered an herbal supplement that would help to ease the passage of waste through the body.

One night he woke from a dream so vivid that he could have sworn that it was real.

Tethys slipped into the tent, closing the flap behind her. She held a finger to her lips and smiled, hushing the greeting that he thought to give. Moving so close that he could smell the perfume that she always wore, she whispered in his ear. "Hush brother, we don't have much time."

He stilled, his heart beating hard.

Her fingers quested southward, parting the light trousers that he slept in. When she grasped his rod, he had to suppress a gasp. Her fingers felt cool on the superheated skin and the leisurely way that she stroked him had his hips jerking in sympathetic time. Tethys smiled at his impatience.

"Not so fast, little brother, or I won't get to do what I came here for."

He settled back on his blankets, holding himself still with the barest threads of constraint. He watched as she slowly descended to kiss his rod, wishing for half a second that her hair were unbound and able to pass at hiding her actions. Thought passed away once her lips came into contact with the center of his being, however. He could only feel.

Her tongue, swirling about the head, pausing to run down the length of him.

Her lips, kissing him, nibbling at his rod.

Her mouth as she engulfed him in the warm, wet cavern and applied light suction.

He couldn't tell how long he held out, nor could he suppress the groan that passed his lips as he finally came. He could feel himself spasm, the jerky thrust of his hips upward, the sensation of his cum spurting out of him.

Tethys sucked him dry and pulled away. With a small smile on her lips, she tilted her head back and swallowed. He gulped hard, exhausted from the pleasure...

...And awakened to find himself alone in his tent with wet trousers. No hint of perfume, no shadow departing. Ewan cursed silently, the one time he actually hated his imagination. Certainly he'd had the best experience of his young life, but it wasn't real.

It only made him want fulfillment even more.

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It took effort for Ewan to concentrate on his studies now. His thoughts constantly returned to the dream and pushed aside whatever lesson he was supposed to be learning. Still he persevered and didn't stalk his sister... for a few days.

The inevitable happened when he encountered Tethys walking through the camp with Marisa, both apparently intent on heading to the river, if the bundles that they carried with them were any hint. Ewan thought of offering to carry their things, but decided to merely follow them from a distance. Minutes later he was sliding into place beneath some low bushes, hopefully undetected by the two women.

Marisa glanced his way momentarily, but Ewan held his breath and remained motionless. Apparently satisfied that they were alone, the mercenary turned away stripped off her clothing. Tethys laughed and did the same before proceeding to slip into the shallows. They quickly washed off before tending to their hair. Or rather, Tethys tended to washing hair. Marisa kept looking around the area as though she expected an enemy to emerge from the water and take them unawares.

"Relax hon. You're too tense and it does horrible thing to your body." The low alto purr of his sister's voice drifted on the summer breeze and Ewan strained his ears to listen.

He shifted and glimpsed Tethys pulling Marisa down onto one of the bunched up blankets that served to protect them from the roughness of the ground. Ewan swallowed hard as Tethys proceeded to play with the mercenary over her mild protestations.

Marisa didn't surrender easily, but in the end, Tethys persuaded her; Marisa came violently, sword gripped tightly in one hand. Apparently nothing could seperate the girl from her blade, no matter the activity.

Tethys stood up and stretched languidly before moving to her own towel. She took her time drying off, in contrast to Marisa who stood and dressed as soon as she could regain her feet. Once finished, she tossed her blanket over the dancer's head before striding quickly away from the riverbank. Ewan breathed easier once she disappeared, concentrating solely on the form of his sister.

Seemingly unconcerned with Marisa's rude retreat, Tethys tossed aside the blanket and proceeded to dress herself. Ewan slid his hand down to release the portion of his anatomy that cried out for relief, gently rubbing and squeezing the length as his eyes remained glued to the display in front of him. He tried desperately to maintain some control over his actions, knowing that any noise might bring Tethys' attention to where he lay concealed and display his behavior.

He wasn't quite sure how she would take it...

Finally finished with dressing, Tethys picked up the scattered laundry and proceeded to dance back along the pathway to the camp. Ewan sighed with relief and proceeded to relieve his tension.

Only to find himself shocked into immobility as a sheathed blade slammed down into the earth beside his head.

Looking up, he caught sight of a familiar face above him. Marisa glanced down briefly and then looked away towards the camp. "So that was your reason."

Mouth suddenly dry, Ewan couldn't manage a sound.
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