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A Wedding Daze	By : JLDavenport Category: -Misc Video Games/RPGs > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 1277 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-A Wedding Daze
- 1
Tharja
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Authors Note: This is well overdue, but it was intended as my contribution to the FE Lewd Writers Discord’s “June Wedding” collaboration event. Hopefully you find it fun, it’s definitely a bit kinkier than most of my current work, but the core of the idea began with a conversation I had with a good friend, so I’ve intended it to be heartfelt and, hopefully, rather sweet too. Anyway, hopefully you guys enjoy it!
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“Oh?” Robin looked up as his wife-to-be, cracked open the door to his room, flashing him a sultry smile as she slipped inside, “Isn’t it bad luck to see the bride before the wedding?”
“Plegian’s don’t have that tradition,” Tharja assured him, slipping into her usual place atop his lap and wrapping her arms around his neck, “Hehe… I consider it bad luck whenever I don’t get to see you.”
She tilted her head towards him and he moved his hands around her back, pulling her closer and into a slow, soft kiss. Breathing out a soft moan, she melted fully into him, opening her mouth against his and sliding her body gently back and forth atop him as their tongues met in a gentle dance. As the Shepherd’s Tactician, Robin was a busy man, with an endless set of duties on his mind- however, with the woman he loved in his lap, between the way he could feel her tight, round ass grinding over his crotch and the sensation of her massive breasts pushing softly into his chest, even he couldn’t help but take some time to savour the overflowing affection from his fiancée’s embrace.
Especially the night before his wedding.
Running his hands along the small of her back, and over the seductive curve of her wide hips, the whisper-thin material of Tharja’s body stocking did nothing at all to prevent Robin from feeling just how soft and smooth her porcelain-white skin was under his touch. At this stage of their relationship, knowing her as he did and with all the times they’d been like this in the past, he didn’t even bother making an attempt to hold back his reaction. Within seconds, his cock was stretching hard against the loose material of his pants, and, within barely another second more, he recognised the familiar eager, excited hitch in the Sorceress’s breath as she began rolling her hips, slowly, up and down the length of his shaft.
Again, and as always, the temptation to take things further, to place her atop the desk, or throw her over the bed, was indescribable.
But. Again, and as always, Robin resisted. He’d taken a difficult route for himself, falling in love with a woman who’d betrayed her own country. With how she dressed, her incredible looks and the unflinching affection she openly showed towards him, he knew Tharja got countless stares throughout their camp, both from the other Shepherds as well as the other soldiers, never mind the terrible reputation Dark Mages already had in Ylisse and Ferox, there was no way Robin could possibly be oblivious enough not to know about the countless rumours circling about him. That he’d been seduced by her, that he was offering her protection in exchange for her body, that she’d cast a spell on him, or anything else besides… he’d heard them all, and he’d given firm instruction that they were not to be repeated. Which was why it had been so important to him to make sure he did everything right, that he was completely and undeniably proper in courting the Plegian, enough for even Maribelle to praise him. So that none of those looking towards him had even the slimmest excuse to doubt her (or his) chastity, and for Tharja herself to know, without a doubt, that when he reciprocated her love, he did so, wholeheartedly, that she was never at risk of being cast aside.
He’d waited this long for her, he could wait one more night.
And so, despite the rush of desire as she pressed herself against him, his hands stayed only on her back, or on her hips. And, after a few minutes like this, Tharja seemed to have filled up on her daily minimum Robin-requirement and broke their kiss, opting instead to lay her head on his shoulder and lean herself into his chest with a contented sigh.
“I can’t wait until tomorrow,” she whispered, “I’ll be able to proudly state that I belong to you. Well, I already say that…”
“I’m sorry it’s such a simple wedding,” he answered, giving voice to his one small regret, “The war should only last another few months at most, we could have waited.”
Having forced their way back through Plegia following Emmeryn’s death, the Shepherds were now situated in the very heart of the country, the Plegian Castle itself. Having been forced from his own capital, Gangrel was on the run and his army was in pieces, more and more defected from his forces every day, even as he had fled further inland, desperately trying to gather up what strength he could. Robin had no hope that the Mad King would surrender, which meant that their victory only be complete when they had finally hunted him down.
With the entire capital at their disposal, the grand-hall of the very Palace was being refitted to suit their (admittedly simple) needs. It wasn’t exactly how Robin had pictured himself being wed but then, perhaps it was for the best, he doubted his fiancé would want to get married in one of Ylisse’s Naganite churches, and as Chrom’s right hand, he could never be married in a Plegian Grimleal one. Perhaps this was the best compromise.
Tharja laughed at his suggestion, squirming delightfully in his arms, “You don’t understand a woman’s heart my love. We’re to be wed in the captured capital of our defeated enemies? It’s like something out of a fairytail, what could possibly be better than that?”
He grinned. She was a little odd, but it was strangely charming somehow. He hadn’t really known what to make of Tharja’s devotion to him when she’d first joined their corps, but she’d been a pillar of support and encouragement to him through all the turmoil he’d gone through in the wake of Emmeryn’s death and their previous retreat from the desert country. Having only known her for a few months even now, it was undoubtably a fast engagement, but, living their lives in the middle of a war, without any certainty about what even the next day held, it was only natural to claim whatever happiness you could find. As practical a man as he was, Robin couldn’t bear the thought of waiting for something he knew he wanted, when their very lives were at risk day after day.
“I actually came here tonight for a purpose, my love.”
“Oh? Not just to see me?” that was a surprise, even though it probably shouldn’t have been.
“Hehe… Well, that too, of course. But, for now, I want to see your ring, the one you’re going to give me tomorrow.”
It was an odd request, but not one had had any reason to deny. So, leaning over to his desk, Robin removed the small box from where he’d kept it secure among his meagre possessions and presented the golden band she was to wear from the next day onwards. Tharja took it carefully in her fingers, and for some minutes was quiet, simply rolling it tenderly along her palm.
“I know I haven’t made things easy for you,” she spoke quietly, not looking up at him, “There must be all sorts of concerns about a man in your position marrying a Plegian, and a Dark Mage at that. But you’ve been willing to do so anyway. You’re the man I love, but you’re also good man and one who’s treated me well… Hehe, and so, I’ve decided to reward you, to give you a little peace of mind.”
So saying, and before he could get a word in edgewise, Tharja’s magic power flared to life! Gasping in surprise, Robin had to turn his eyes away as the room was suddenly bathed in an intensely bright purple light, it glowed like a corona of dark energy in the centre of the Sorceress’s palm, pulsing once, twice, thrice and then, as quickly as it came, settling suddenly around the golden ring.
“I-Huh… What?” Robin breathed, watching as the ring pulsed lightly, dimming by the second, until it was, seemingly, completely back to normal, “What did you just do?”
“Hehe…” his fiancé giggled darkly, licking her lips in unabashed excitement as she stared at the promissory band cradled carefully on her hand, “A simple spell… Ah, but such a powerful one, mmm, jus-just to have cast it, I think I can understand now…”
“Tharja.”
Finally, she turned to him, tenderly placing the ring back down on his desk, she settled against his chest once more as she began to explain, “It’s an ancient and traditional soul-binding spell, something like a geas, but personally customised for me. Right now, the magic is dormant in the ring, but, tomorrow, when you put that on my finger, and when I accept it… I will be bound forever to your whims. Rather than just being your wife, I will become your property, I will be completely obedient to you and you will have absolute control over my body. You will be able to grant or revoke pleasure from me entirely at your whims.”
It took him several moments to process just what she was saying, and several more to acknowledge that she was serious about this. Not just serious- excited, exhilarated, he could practically see her shivering in anticipation.
“Th-Tharja, I can’t just… Wha- my property!? That’s crazy! Look, Dark Mage or not, I don’t need anything like that to know I can trust you. I love you, I wouldn’t have asked you to marry me otherwise! There’s no need to force yourself to do anyt-Mmmph!?”
Her lips covered his, silencing his protest, and, when she pulled back a moment later, it was with a small, breathless whine, “Ahhhnn… You don’t need to worry, my love. I’m not forcing myself at all, I’ve done this because it’s what I want to offer you. Hehe… I’ve actually always been rather interested in the thought of being owned by a worthy man. It’s something of a tradition among certain groups of Dark Mages, but until you I never believed I could find a man I would ever want to own me. Hhha, just… just the thought of it… I think I can understand now why Mother was always so eager to show off the collar Father put on her.”
She kissed him again, harder this time, her hands clinging hungrily to his cloak as she moaned into his mouth and quivered atop his lap. For all his shock, that was not a feeling Robin could resist, and his own hands were soon taking hold of her hips, pulling her against him, feeling her softness grinding so wonderfully against his rigidity.
And then, just as the very limits of their restraint was being tested once more, she was suddenly gone, pulling away and falling from his lap onto her unsteady feet.
“N-No, not yet,” she gasped, her eyes wild with desire and her massive chest heaving and bouncing before his eyes, “Hhha… I had… I had planned to offer to, to spend the night in your chambers, looking over you, just like usual… But… I don’t think I could hold back any longer…”
Sucking in a deep breath (the sight of which, once again, tested Robin’s resistance) she drew upon the entirety of her resolve, and slowly, the fire lit within her body began to smoulder and her trembling ceased. There was no doubt that Tharja desired him with every inch of her incredible body, but, for now, she would wait.
“One more night,” she whispered, somewhere between a promise, a curse and a consolation, “I shall see you tomorrow, my love.”
And then, she was gone.
“Ah! H-Hey, Th-Tharja!”
Utterly dazed by her actions, Robin was far too slow to get out of his seat, by the time he made it to the door the Sorceress had long since slipped away into the darkness. Leaving the Tactician with nothing left to do but retreat back into his room and collapse back down into his seat. His mind was whirring far too crazily to even think about his work right now, to think about anything really… And so, he simply lolled his head to the side, his eyes never once leaving the ring lying, now auspiciously, atop his desk.
‘She… she wants this?’
What was he even to do? It was already past nightfall, there didn’t seem to be anything he could do.
Somehow, Robin knew, his fate was going to change in a way he had never expected.
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The following day, the ceremony went off without a hitch, with the curious sight of an (assumed) Ylissean commander marrying a Plegian sorceress attracting a fair share of curious, if wary, onlookers. The Shepherds filled the Palace hall, Frederick’s security detail kept everything orderly even despite being in what was previously the enemy capital, Sumia lead a similarly zealous team, supplying food and drinks for the occasion and Sumia and Olivia’s work on the wedding decorations filled the dour palace with a remarkably vibrant cheer.
No problems arose, no work or surprises befell them, the day simply passed serenely, like a beautiful dream. And then, both feeling as if their whole lives until now had somehow been in preparation for this moment, the Bride glided gracefully down the aisle, and they were declared man and wife.
After all the seemingly endless days of fighting, and the despair for those they’d lost, an occasion like this served as a welcome respite and the reception celebrations went on well through the afternoon and into the night. Staying at his side throughout, Tharja was smoulderingly impatient with the proceedings, but, to Robin’s surprise, even as the hours dragged on, she raised no complaints, nor made any attempts to drag him away. Her fingers entwined with his under the table as they ate, her head occasionally rested on his shoulder through the speeches and they shared dance after dance to the cries of their friends, yet his newlywed wife was nothing other than accepting, even when Lissa, Cordelia and Nowi all took turns pulling him into dances of their own.
Watching as the woman he loved willingly, even happily, released him into the arms of other female Shepherds, while still coolly rejecting any requests from the men herself had stirred something within Robin, a small fire that had been stoked the previous night, but the reception had been no time to address it, so he’d forced his mind clear and simply enjoyed the festivities, the drinking, the singing and the feeling of everyone he cared for being earnestly happy for him.
Until, at long last, as twilight became night, when the food had been eaten, the speeches finished and the dances danced, Robin was finally able to pull the two of them away from a circle of friends, sweep his joyful bride into his arms and -to the raucous cheering of all present- carry her away to their room.
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Tharja’s body was surprisingly light, amazingly soft and powerfully curvy; feeling her arms around his neck, her exposed back against his hand, her massive breasts pushed into his chest and her breath hot on his neck, it took an enormous amount of Robin’s willpower not to simply carry her all the way to their awaiting marital bed.
But unfortunately, there were still things they needed to discuss. So, after carrying her inside and pulling the door closed with his foot, he carefully set her back on her feet a few meters past the threshold.
“We’re finally alone,” Tharja purred in delight, linking her arms around her neck and sinking contentedly against him.
“Sorry, it all took quite some time, didn’t it?”
“Hehe… I don’t mind. It was… fun. Actually. And now,” her voice trilled, and she tilted her head up on his shoulder, letting her words tease right into his ear, “After waiting allllll day, I’m more on edge than I’ve ever been in my entire life. Can’t you feel my heart, hammering in my chest? I don’t think I’ll be able to get any sleep tonight…”
Despite having a gorgeous, ostentatious design, Tharja’s bridal dress was dangerously thin in all the right places and his own clothes weren’t much thicker. Just as she said, with the way her massive breasts were pushing softly into his chest, Robin could easily feel the pounding of his wife’s heart. It was a surprisingly sweet moment, a thought that even someone as proud and headstrong as her could still wear her heart on her sleeve, showing off such nervous, anxious trepidation. And once again, Robin’s resolve was tested fiercely; his hands remained around her waist, he could feel just how soft, smooth and light she was in his arms, the temptation to slide his fingers down, take hold of that beautiful tight, round ass of hers and bodily carry her through the room tugged fiercely at the tactician. Right now, with his will frayed as it was, it felt like just facing her was fraught with danger, even keeping his eyes focussed on her face, still he found himself captivated by the sight of her full, plump lips, adorned enticingly with a deep, purple lipstick; his wife wasn’t normally the type to wear make-up, which meant the effect of it on him tonight was incredible.
At length, he shook such thoughts away, swallowing his aching need for the moment as he pulled himself back a half step. No matter how much he would like to, he couldn’t move forwards like this, not yet, it wasn’t right. There was nothing for it but to address things directly, before his wavering willpower gave in entirely.
“So,” he began, his mind bringing up images of the ring he knew was now adorning her finger- the ring that she had ensorcelled the previous night, and the ring that she had accepted from him, that he had put onto her, just hours ago. Just as she’d said. “You’re… ah, er… You’re obedient to me, now?”
“Mmmm. I always was,” she assured him, “I have always been completely loyal to you. But this spell is your guarantee of that, that everything I’ve told you is true. You’re married to a Plegian Witch, only a fool would do so without any reservations, I know a man as smart as you must have some worries buried in the depths of your heart. So now you have complete control over me, however you wish. This spell is the leash around my neck that means if I ever displease you, you can instantly put me back in my place.
“Well… You can always wrap a real leash around my neck too, if you wish.”
Her words were cold, but her eyes were aflame with such excitement that for a moment, Robin’s breath caught again in his throat. Gods, she was beautiful. And seeing such unbridled passion from her was affecting him right to his most primal desires.
Even as his mind caught up with her words, he couldn’t deny that they had some measure of truth in them; he’d long since decided to trust her, and they were well past the point where her betraying the Shepherds would have made any sense… but even so, she was a dangerous woman, and one that would be considered a traitor by both countries, he couldn’t help but hold some worries for their future in Ylisstol together.
But, even in his wildest daydreams, he’d never imagined anything like this. It felt unfair, but it had been all at her insistence. It was strange, but so were they. It worried him, but it turned him on even more.
“And, you’re okay with this?” ultimately, his mind resolved itself to a simple answer. The only question that mattered, “Are you doing this just for my sake, or do you really want this?”
“I told you that I never understood why my mother was so happy being collared by father. But now, ever since I’ve met you, ever since I’ve fallen completely for you… I understand. I have never wanted anything more than I want this; every inch of my body aches to belong to you, to know it’s owned by you. I want to be your wife, your woman, and your property. My lo-Ah!” eyes going wide, she suddenly caught herself, “Oh, perhaps… Should I call you Master from now on instead?”
“No.”
In all this discussion, Robin had felt worryingly unmoored, trying to weigh his own lusts and his wife’s clear preferences against the sense of morality he’d gained since waking up in that field. But, in this, at least, he was steadfast. The answer came to him without hesitation and he had no doubts about it. Reaching around to where her head was still laying against his chest, he stroked a hand softly through her hair.
“You’re my wife. You’re the woman I love. No matter what else happens between us, that comes first. Even if you follow every order I ever give, that’s more important to me than anything. Tharja, nothing means more to me than being your husband.”
“O-Oh…”
This time it was Tharja that looked away. And, even as she buried her head into his chest, Robin could see the way her face flushed a vibrant red, not with arousal or excitement this time, but simply with an embarrassed happiness. Giggling softly to herself at his words, as she wrapped herself even tighter around him, beaming bright in her wedding dress, was the very picture of a blushing bride.
“You’re very sweet,” she whispered softly a few moments later, playing her fingers around his shoulders the feeling of her massive breasts pushing against his chest did terrible things to Robin’s willpower, “I forget how much sometimes. There’s no-one like you among the Dark Mages… I never cared for good men, I thought them naive, or foolish. I never imagined that I would love a man like you, or that such kindness would make me so happy. But, I’m glad, that you accepted me, that you’re the one I’ve given myself to, that you’re the one who owns me. I’m yours. Forever.”
“I’m glad too,” he answered, pulling her tighter into his embrace, “I don’t know if I’ve done enough to deserve such dedication. But I promise, I’ll live up to it. I’ll never let you regret this.”
Pulling her head up to face him, he kissed her and they fell into each other, softly at first, tenderly for a minute, but then deeper, and hotter by the moment as they each began giving in to their long-restrained lusts. Until her arms were clinging desperately to his neck, and her body was pressing tight against his. Until his hands had traced down the length of her back and were left cupping her round ass, feeling the soft, supple flesh filling his hands through her bridal dress as he pulled her tighter against him. Her mouth opened eagerly at his prompt and her tongue danced excitedly in synch with his own. She broke away to moan, gasping for breath, and then kissed him back even deeper.
“Go ahead, my love!” Tharja moaned, pulling away from their embrace with a gasp, “Exert your power over me! Hhha, I’m eager to feel it, and to let you see the proof of your command over me for yourself!”
Robin paused, she hadn’t yet told him just how this worked, “So, you’re made to do anything I say?”
“Not made,” she panted, shaking her head as she drew in heaving breaths, setting her massive breasts bouncing deliciously against the Tactician’s chest, “Accepting this curse means I was always happy to do anything you ask. Mmm, but yes. Ask, and I will be compelled to obey anything you command, as best I can. Although, if it’s impossible, then you will simply cause me discomfort.”
“I see… I’ll, I’ll be careful then.”
“Hehe… That look in your eyes… Don’t misunderstand this. This is not some rudimentary spell to make me follow your orders, any simple geas could do that, order me around like a dog, and I will indeed bark however you like. But, the purpose of this spell is much, much more… I have linked my very soul to yours, do you understand? I belong to you down to the very core of my being. I’ve become your plaything. Whatever you wish of me, my body will answer your desire. You need only will it to be so.”
He didn’t miss her meaning. This was far beyond a spell to just ensure compliance, she had given him the ability to affect her with just a thought. “And, now that you’re wearing my ring… this spell is permanent?” He didn’t know much about Dark Magic, but he knew enough to recognise the staggering level of power and control his wife was suggesting, he’d never heard of a geas that could be cast so simply.
“It requires a willing participant,” she pointed out, “But no, my magic is not that powerful. As it is, the effect will last perhaps a few weeks.”
‘Ah.’
Things quickly clicked into place. It didn’t take much effort to see where this was going, it was a Wedding Night spell after all. And so, Robin suddenly realised why Tharja, of all people, had been so willing to wait until after their marriage to consummate their love.
Laughing softly, she caught the recognition in his eyes and grinned widely in response, her purple irises aflame in anticipation, “To finish the spell, to seal it on me, needs two further ingredients. The blood of a virgin, and the seed of her master.”
Robin’s body glowed, pulsing with desire and excitement. He’d seen it coming, but even so, hearing something so brazen said aloud, he couldn’t help but react. A thrill ran down the full length of his spine and as a smile to match hers spread out across his face, he marvelled at just what he was being told. It was almost hard to believe, like something out of a lurid fantasy, but it struck a chord within him that he’d never known existed and his heart was racing in his chest.
Looking at her, at the way her smile kept urging him on, the full enormity of what she was trusting him with dawned on him. He couldn’t help but feel awestruck, practically overwhelmed… but even more than that, he realised now that there was no more going back. After all this time, after all the waiting and their nights of restraint, they were married, and now this was the moment they’d both been waiting for, for so long; He had nothing left to ask, nothing left to discuss. His beloved wife had made a request of him, and he’d already promised to make her happy. His blood was pumping and ideas were rising fast in his head.
Focussing his thoughts, Robin trailed his hands back up the length of his wife’s incredible body, dragging them over her hips and unhooking the outer gown of her dress, letting the slightly-stiffened fabric fall to the floor, leaving her standing excitedly before him in only the inner layers of her dress- a light, ornamental covering of silk and a pliable mesh bodysuit was all that now separated them. Her plunging neckline and the incredible valley of her chest was untouched, the bodysuit instead linking up around her shoulders, it was breathtaking alone, but somehow, seeing her wearing what was now almost an ornate version of her usual outfits, only bereft of the cloak she usually used to hide her modesty, she looked, to Robin, more sensual than he’d ever imagined. It was a sight he knew no other man would ever see, a vision that belonged to him alone, and he drank deep of every moment of it.
Taking hold of her hips, he slid backwards, pulling her out from the discarded clothing now lying on the floor, before teasing his fingers unhurriedly up along her sides, feeling the soft mesh dragging under his fingertips as he traced a line along her smooth, creamy white skin, under her arms and around, finally, to her exposed shoulders. Another flick of his wrist undid the bracings of her collar, and a moment later it was bouncing along the floor and away with a small metallic ting.
Squeezing her hips together and taking hold of his forearms, half for balance and half from need, Tharja’s breathing grew faster and more ragged as Robin began gently rolling his fingers down the length of her neck and along the length of her clavicle.
“I-I can feel it!” she gasped, beaming in delight and flushing with desire, “M-My body, it’s reacting to your will! Hhha, incredible, just like I imagined! I feel it, like a fire within my core, my, hhhaa, my soul is bowing to you, and I can’t resist! Yo- AH! You’re making me even more sensitive to your touch, aren’t you?”
She writhed and trembled, licking her lips in delight, and drowning herself headlong in the sensation- in the feeling of his sovereignty being asserted over her body and soul.
Nodding in answer, Robin heightened his intentions even further and slowly began sliding his hands down, below her collar and finally, where she’d been aching for his touch all this time, over the bare flesh of her mountainous breasts. His caresses were featherlite, barely brushing across the top of her skin, doing little more than teasing her increasingly sensitive mounds, but Tharja gasped louder by the moment, moaning lewdly, her hands clung ever tighter to his and her his swung in place as she sank deeper into her own rampaging need.
But slowly, urged on by her every breath, Robin moved his hands around to the front of her chest, to the small clasp she’d had installed in the design just for his sake.
“Oh!”
And a moment later, the silken cups that had just barely been managing to hold back the Sorceress’s massive bust swung open and her breasts finally bounced free into the warm Plegian air and, into her husband’s even warmer awaiting palms.
“Ah,” he breathed, weighing the sheer mass of her chest in each hand. Even spreading his grip to the full span, there was far more than he could possibly hold, and the breasts spilled heavily over his fingers. And yet, despite their size, whether by magic or simply incredible genetics, there wasn’t an inch of sag to be seen, velvety-soft, round and unbelievably perky, at long last, Tharja’s most incredible assets were unveiled. Robin swallowed, licking his own lips in response, he’d felt her bust a number of times before when they’d been exploring each other’s embrace, but always over her clothing- this was the first time he’d ever seen her bared before him, “Beautiful.”
Tharja was never one to show her vulnerabilities openly but, as Robin began kneading her chest directly, rolling his hands over her skin, and dragging his thumbs across her nipples, she couldn’t help but wear her heart on her sleeve. Throwing her head back with visceral delight, she gasped and moaned, shuddering under his caress and clinging even harder to his forearms as her pussy throbbed and her body quaked with bliss. The usually strong, proud mage was putty in his hands, moaning deeper and louder with his every squeeze and stroke, her legs trembling from under her each time he kneaded her massive mounds under his strong grip.
“L-Lov- Love you! I love you! R-Robin! H-Hhhaaa!”
Her enormous breasts had been highly sensitive to begin with but right now, with her husband steadily increasing the effect, Tharja could feel the full force of the control she’d given him over her. His dominance was carved into her body with his every touch, and even as her thoughts were scattered by the bliss, she delighted in the way she could feel herself beginning to instinctively submit to him, to truly become owned by him as she’d dreamed. Her cries grew in intensity by the second, and within moments she could feel herself brought right to the edge of ecstasy from the feeling of him caressing her breasts alone.
“I love you too, Tharja. But now…”
Monitoring her reactions as best he could manage with his own minimal experience, Robin slowed his ministrations as his wife’s passion rose- kneading her breasts deeper, rolling his fingers more deliberately across her nipples and holding her right on the verge of her peak- until, finally, after several minutes spent relishing in the sight of the woman he loved losing herself to his pleasure, he was finally ready to give her his first command!
“Cum for me!”
“A-!”
Tharja’s jaw dropped open, and her entire body suddenly jolted stiff, as if struck by a bolt of lightning!
“Ah-HUAAAAAAAAIIIIAA!”
Everything that had been building suddenly seared through her in a single moment! Her eyes rolled back and tongue hung out as a wordless scream was ripped from her mouth, her entire body shuddering as wave after wave of pleasure all surged through her in a single moment, as her very being reacted to answer his command, unleashing the sensation she’d been lost in with the added intensity of the incredible sensitivity he’d already caused her.
Her legs collapsed out from under her a heartbeat later, and Tharja slumped to the ground, bent over, panting and gasping as her head floated through the clouds of pleasure and aftershocks of bliss continued to ripple through her. With her head lolled to the side and tongue rolled out, it was several long moments before the light returned to her eyes and she began to collect herself, steadying her hands on the floor to keep from toppling over entirely. Breathing out a long, low moan, Tharja could feel her juices soaking through her panties all the way across her thighs the heat of need flowing from her womb was becoming unbearable.
“Ah, sorry, that might have been a bit much.”
“N-No… Hhaa, no, that was, incredible. It was wonderful, I… I’ve never felt anything like it.”
Robin reached down to help her up, but surprisingly, she shook his hand away.
“I… I don’t think my legs will work right now,” she explained. Her entire body was still flooded with pleasure, there was no way she had enough strength left to stand, “Instead… Hha…”
The hungry, eager look flashed through her eyes once again and her hands reached up past his, to his waist, urging him closer towards her, toying with the buckle to his belt. But, of course, she wouldn’t act without permission. Chewing on her lip as her body flushed with desire, Tharja turned a pleading gaze up towards him.
“My love… since I’m like this… Will you allow me to do something for you in return?”
That was an offer Robin wouldn’t dream of turning down. “Of course. Go ahead.”
Flicking open his pants and seeking out her long-sought prize, the Sorceresses trilled in delight, “Hehe…hhehee, mmmmmm! O-OH!?”
Pulling down his smallclothes, Tharja suddenly leant backwards, only just avoiding having his shaft hitting her face as it sprang free. Finally released from the confines, the cock she’d dreamed of for so long now hung directly before her eyes, bouncing thick, hard and heavy before her eyes. A trickle of drool ran down her chin as she reached out for him, mesmerised by the way it towered above her.
“Heh… Just as I hoped…” she breathed, the heat from her sigh tickling warm over his skin as her fingers wrapped carefully around his girth, “No. It’s even bigger than that isn’t it? Heh… Even more than I’d dared imagine…”
Of course, she’d been able to roughly estimate his size from all the times she’d felt her husband hard against her through their clothes, but even so, to finally see it properly before her eyes and to feel it under her hands, the sight of his length almost completely enshadowing her face and her fingers unable to wrap completely around the shaft, left Tharja swallowing in heady anticipation. She’d read a number of guides in preparation for this night, but, just as she’d expected, her lover was far greater than anything her books had prepared her for.
Robin groaned, the combination of her words and her fingers moving to caress down his length silencing anything he’d thought to say. Without having anyone to compare himself to, nor any reason to do so, he’d always assumed he was probably around average-size, so whether Tharja was only praising him as his wife or not, it was a nice feeling.
“Don’t misunderstand me, my love, the end result would be the same either way,” she assured him, sliding both hands down the base of his shaft, cupping his balls gently between her palms and letting the full weight of his cock fall flat along the length of her face as she turned her head up towards him. She giggled, marvelling in delight at the weight of his cock pressing down on her, as if putting her firmly in place on her knees as well as the way it stretched even past her forehead. It was even better than she’d dreamed of and Tharja’s body reacted intensely to that fact, “I belong to you, and anything else is just details… But, even so… It’s the only one I’ve ever seen, but even a pure maiden like me can recognise a wonder like this.”
Pursing her lips out, she pressed a soft kiss directly into the underside of his shaft. Then, turning her head sideways, she repeated the action, slowly sliding herself up and dragging her lips lovingly along the full length of his shaft, all the way up to his glans.
“Mmm,” she moaned, wrapping her fingers back around him, pumping them slowly up and down in time with her kisses, “This is exactly the kind of cock designed to break a woman’s mind and send her to her knees… Heh heh… There’s no way I could possibly handle something like this, by the time you’re done with me, I’ll be nothing but a stupid, drooling mess.”
Her words were shocking, but she said them eagerly and with an expression radiating such pure desire that Robin could do little but swallow heavily as he took in the way Tharja’s eyes flicked back up at him, as she continued laying breathless kisses along his length. Slipping all the way up to the head of his cock, she kissed directly atop his glans, pushing her lips softly and warmly around his now twitching crown. A hum like a moan trilled from the Sorceress’s throat, and her body shivered in anticipation as her lips pushed against him, as she was able to taste him properly for the very first time.
Kneeling before him, looking up towards him, there was a ghost of a pause, a momentary flash of hesitation in Tharja’s expression, as if expecting to be stopped, as if a part of her already couldn’t believe she’d been able to experience so much of what she’d spent so long dreaming about. But she was his wife now, and he wanted exactly the same as her. There was no longer any reason for either of them to hold back even another second, the hands now resting atop Tharja’s head were encouraging, his own kindness all that held him back from urging her forwards, to finally swallow the cock she’d desired for so very long!
“HmmMMMMPHH!”
The moment passed, and Tharja’s lips slid open wide, bobbing forward an inch with a delighted moan as she drew him carefully into her mouth.
Robin’s mouth fell open and a shiver ran up the length of his body as he watched the head of his cock disappear between his wife’s lips, as he felt her tongue press carefully against him, and as he found himself suddenly enveloped in the warm heat of her mouth. His hands clenched for a second on the back of her head, and a low groan fell from him as his eyes locked with hers and as she dipped forwards, sucking down even more of his length, surrounding even more of his length with the blissful, wonderful feeling like nothing he’d experienced before.
Offering up a silent prayer of thanks towards Naga and a very vocal word of gratitude towards Tharja, Robin carefully untangled his fingers from where they’d been clamped instinctively around the back of her head. Focussing through the sudden swirling pleasure, he instead began gently stroking his fingers through her hair, a familiar motion that served to keep himself under control… and an act that swiftly earned a hum of delight from the Sorceress, drawing out a further gasp from him as the reverberations ran directly into his cock!
Tharja was the first to break eye contact, dropping her gaze from his as she (somewhat begrudgingly) released her hands from around his shaft, and slid them instead around the back of his waist, taking a firm grasp around his hips as she sucked in a deep breath and slid her lips down further than ever, slowly, awkwardly taking his cock into her throat!
Breathing out a chocked gasp, Robin’s vision flashed white for an instant as he felt his wife’s throat envelop his cock, the soft warm walls wrapping tight around him in a way that left him speechless, completely different to her mouth, but just as rapturous!
He was, he suspected somewhere in the back of his mind that was still working with rational thoughts, particularly susceptible to any of this. Whether he had any experience with women or not, he had no way of knowing, but for a man whose life might as well have consisted solely of the last few months, his entire world experience was practically a whirlwind of events. He’d found himself waking up on the side of the road, wound up dragged into protecting a nearby town and been recruited by the man who’d found him, somehow ended up as the Tactician for the national vigilante corps under that same man, and from there been pulled into an ever-escalating war that now saw him standing in the Conquered Palace of the now fleeing Plegian King.
Somewhere along that haphazard journey Tharja had come into his life, and every day since then had felt even brighter than ever before. And now, the most beautiful woman in the army, the sensuous, alluring Plegian Witch had become his wife, she had given herself entirely to him in a way he was still making sense of, and she was currently kneeling down before him, with her arms tight around his waist and a determined look on her face as more and more of his cock disappeared between her lips each time she bobbed her head forwards. He could scarcely take his eyes off her, scarcely believe the incredible situation he’d found herself in, it was beyond his wildest dreams.
And, while her skill might have been clumsier and more awkward than she would have liked, while her teeth occasionally bumped against his length or she gasped raggedly for breath around his cock, for a man with no knowledge of anything like this, it was enough to leave Robin feeling like he was floating through the clouds!
Yet another gasp of delight rang out from the man as his own breathing became more ragged, and as he could feel an intense urge for release slowly building ever more powerfully inside him.
“Tha-Tharja!”
It was as if every one of his senses was being tantalised at once. The sight of the proud, powerful Sorceress sitting so obediently on her knees before him, of the rings of purple lipstick he could see around his cock moving lower with each passing minute, was deeply enthralling. The heavy sound of her lips slapping against his length as she worked to swallow his cock as best she could echoed loud around the room, as if she was so happily announcing her own delight. And the sensation, feeling her lips tight around him, the warm heat of her mouth and the soft, yielding flesh of her throat wrapping around his cockhead as inch after inch of him was worked deeper inside, left Robin’s legs quivering even as he fought back the urge to cling once more to the back of her head.
He lost track of the world around them at that point. Maybe only a few minutes passed, maybe a score of them, Robin had no clue at all. Everything that existed beyond where Tharja was kneeling between his legs, and where the ache for release was building ever hotter within him, faded away forgotten. Right now, this was all he cared about.
As the time passed, the Dark Mage’s technique got a little more certain, her hands locked comfortably around his waist, she leaned forwards on her knees, and the ring of lipstick she left around his shaft descended further and further, a few millimetres sometimes, a few centimetres others, each time she eased more and more of his cock down her throat. The room was filled heavily with sound of her mouth wrapped around him, the hum of her pleasure, and his own resulting gasps and groans.
But eventually, just as before, it was Tharja that broke away first!
“Ahh-hhaaaa!” Pulling away with a sudden ragged gasp, her chest heaved for air and her face flushed crimson in shame, “I, I’m sorry! I couldn’t… hhaa…”
Her eyes were locked on his shaft, or more specifically where she was glaring mournfully at the wet ring of purple lipstick encircling around him, a little below halfway down his length. For all her devotion and all her effort, it appeared as though that was her limit. But of course, for Robin, that was far more than enough, he’d never felt anything like it, even now his body was shivering lightly with the aftershocks of delight. The pleasure he’d felt being enveloped and caressed by his wife like that was beyond anything he’d envisioned, even now just looking down at her, his cock twitched in the air, almost desperate to feel that same pleasure some more!
And, for once, the always rational man who’d made his very living by his measured words, could barely even think what to say.
“Tharja… that was, you don’t need to worry, that was amazing… really!”
His stumbling attempt at praise did little to ease the Sorceress’s swirling self-admonishment. Tharja, it seemed had envisioned this moment vividly, and she’d imagined herself being considerably more able, far more than was ever realistic for a someone like her whose experience had amounted to nothing but a series of very intense daydreams, “My studying never prepared me for… you’re much bigger than I imagined,” she groused mournfully, “I’ll improve, I will! I shall truly pleasure you, to your deepest desires! I swear it!”
The disappointment on Tharja’s face was palpable, but the way she was so thoroughly praising his cock as well as the unmistakable hungry, adoration in her eyes as she stared at it -not as an obstacle, but as a challenge she yearned to overcome- left him swallowing heavily. Caught flatfooted by a situation well outside his expectations, and finding himself caught between a swelling ego, an almost painfully swollen shaft, a slowly diminishing haze of pleasure and worried concern for his wife, he faltered momentarily, his usual decisiveness just barely out of reach.
“It’s fine, honestly! It felt, ah, you felt incredible, even with just your hands, I… I really loved it!”
Her expression didn’t change, clearly believing he was simply trying to appease her. With her own experiences coming from rumours and sources no better than Sumia’s ribald stories, there was no way she could understand just how ecstatic those minutes of intimacy and control had felt to a man who had no experience with women at all. Even at his most dazed though, Robin was still a brilliant tactician, and that same lack of experience came with a powerful yearning to use more, one that immediately turned into inspiration.
“Then, then, why don’t you use your breasts?”
Breaking out of her sullen look, Tharja blinked up at him in surprise.
Surging with courage built from the cock still aching for release, just centimetres from his wife’s face, Robin rephrased it into an order, “Tharja, I’ve, I’ve always wanted to feel your breasts. Use them to pleasure me instead, ah wait, use them as-well, then!” having already understood her own desires towards him, he did his very best to will the command towards her, concentrating on the image he could see in his mind’s eye as much as was possible with the Sorceress’s hot breath still tickling across his shaft and sending small shivers up his spine.
“Oh!” her face lit up immediately, and she flushed with eager desire as she felt herself being urged forwards with his command, “Of course! However you wish, my love! I shall please you!”
With her considerable bust already hanging free in the air, and her mood suddenly uplifted, Tharja wasted no time at all in sliding herself forwards, raising her chest up and around her beloved’s cock, leaving Robin almost immediately finding himself enveloped once more in the warm, tender bliss of his wife’s affection, “Does… does that feel good?” she asked, looking up for his approval for a second before surrendering to the impulses pulsing through her and leaning over, wrapping her lips once more around his cockhead from where the last few inches of his length were poking out from between her huge breasts. Even the biggest bust in the army wasn’t quite enough to completely cover his length, but it certainly did more than enough to make the Tactician feel as if he was covered entirely in the velvet smooth heat of her mounds.
And once again, Robin’s reply faltered as his words caught in his throat, a choked gasp of pleasure coming out instead.
His legs trembled, his hands snapped out instinctively around her head, and his cock shuddered violently from where it was being held tight in place, both by the supple softness of her breasts and the encompassing heat of her mouth. The twin sensations almost immediately left him reeling, and any hope he’d had of collecting himself was immediately lost as Tharja began moving, awkwardly but eagerly bouncing her enormous bust up and down along his shaft! Robin’s gasp rang out again, louder this time, and the Sorceress was emboldened further. Her lips sealed even tighter around his glans, never once releasing him even as she began attempting to work her tongue around his cockhead at the same time, and her hands pressed in even firmer to the sides of her chest, squeezing him even tighter between the valley of her breasts!
The Tactician’s breath came faster still and he made no attempt to keep from vocalising his delight, spurring his wife on as his own excitement mixed with hers, and once again he found himself swept away in a pleasure like nothing he’d felt before. He could scarcely take his eyes off her, just as before, the sight of her kneeling so obediently before him, doing her desperate best to milk his cock was enough to take his breath away. The dark purple and black fabric of Tharja’s rather outrageous wedding dress had never been the along the traditional Ylissean depiction of purity and innocence, but the striking image of a wedding dress splayed out underneath her, her breasts pushed tight around his length and her head tilted down to delightedly suckle his cock was somehow even more stimulating than the sights of her he’d already imagined would be forever seared into his mind.
His pleasure was absolutely undeniable and within just a handful of minutes the ache for release was rampaging within him at the very limits of his control! The only thing still holding him back, the only reason a small fragment of his sanity still remained in this moment was the simple, pure amazement he was holding at this experience and the urge to experience it as long as he could, to see his wife like this and to bask in her pleasure as long as he was able!
“Gh-TH-Tharja! Wait!” of course, that could only last so long. And her skills were improving second by second, as his own desires and aches were fed naturally into her as impulsive willed suggestions, “St-Stop, I’m gonna! I can’t hold back!”
And, of course, there was no way the Sorceress would ever stop. Not when she was finally enveloped in her own success, and her own blissful delight at being able to so thoroughly please the man she’d loved for so long.
She could feel his cock swell even thicker between her breasts, feel the heady warmth pulsing out from him and directly into her skin as she slid her breasts up and down around his length, feel the way his cockhead was trembling and shaking ever more violently between her lips. Drops of pre-cum were already spilling out into her mouth, and the taste of it was filling her mind. Moaning her own bliss directly around his cockhead, her legs twisted in place on the floor and her body shuddered as she happily surrendered her mind to the haze of pleasure. As if she had ever had a single doubt, she knew for sure that Robin truly was the man she’d always dreamed of. Even without a single touch from him, just the sensation of his length between her breasts, and the taste of his essence on her tongue was enough to send small sparking orgasms through the darkly-sweetly submissive mage!
The dam burst all at once and, as Tharja’s tongue coiled once more around his cockhead and her breasts bounce tight and hot fully along his shaft one last time, the last of Robin’s resolve finally eroded.
Crying out aloud, it was as if a firework had been set off in his brain! His vision flashed white and he felt his balls clenching almost painfully tight, one final moment of absolute bliss before his release finally exploded!
The Sorceress could easily feel the pulse of Robin’s release rushing up along his length from his shaft buried between her breasts, sucking down even harder on the cockhead twitching wildly between her lips, her entire world felt as if it had been filled with him, as if nothing exited but the desire to wring every last drop of his seed from the balls she could feel twitching underneath her bust.
“GhHHH!”
“MmmMMHPPHHH!”
That was all the warning Tharja got before rope after rope of heavy, viscous cum suddenly, finally, erupted! The thick heavy steams of Robin’s essence flooded her mouth in an instant! Her cheeks bulged outwards and she swallowed out of pure instinct, desperately slurping down as much as she could manage, all the while her mouth was refilled entirely with each shudder of his cock and each new jet of cum rushing out!
No matter how she might have envisioned it, or even prepared herself, it was too much, far too much! Her eyes squeezed shut and her body shuddered through increasingly powerful orgasms with each passing moment as her body worked automatically to drink down everything she could take… but, no matter her resolve, there was no way a virgin like her could possibly handle this much!
Cheeks bulging wide with cum, Tharja’s head rolled back with a gurgled gasp, doing her best to keep everything still between her lips as Robin’s cock slipped from her mouth and out from between the valley of her breasts. Robin’s hands were still held tight around her head, unintentionally holding her firmly in place -a sensation that built wonderfully with the peak the Dark Mage was already shivering through- with his cock now hanging just a few centimetres from her face, shaking and shuddering wildly in the air as the last of his release surged out!
“Mmmghhnggmm!”
Another heavy hum of delight rang from her, gargled as it was by her viscous mouthful, as she felt the first stream of his seed splashing hot across her face, sealing her left eye shut and running all the way down to her chin! Another followed an instant later, then another after that, until thick, heavy rivers of cum were painted all across the proud Plegian Witch’s visage, running from the tip of her forehead, over her still bulging cheeks, all the way down her chin and pooling in a warm puddle along her breasts. In just a few moments, both inside and out, Tharja found herself stained entirely in her beloved’s essence.
It was ecstasy beyond what she had words for. A delight heightened even further by the impulses she could feel from him through the bond they now shared, from the wanton need thrumming from her womb, and from the way every one of her senses was intoxicated with the man she loved.
Barely holding onto the sense of self left to keep swallowing every last drop of cum between her lips, Tharja sagged forwards, falling onto her hands and knees, with her head tossed down as if in a bow, as orgasm after orgasm ripped through her, until her mind had shattered wonderfully under the bliss.
Robin, of course, savoured it just as much. His world had narrowed almost to a single point from the first second of his release, as if nothing had existed but the feeling of his wife’s breasts tight around his cock, her mouth warm around him, and the sight of her eagerly, and forcefully drinking down every last drop of his cum. He came harder than he’d ever came in the short existence he was aware of, gasping and groaning as he gave in to the pleasure, understanding that in this moment, that he wanted nothing more than for Tharja to wring every last drop from him.
“Hhaa… hhaa…”
The ring of lipstick that had served as Tharja’s markerpoint a little over half-way down his length was now smeared all across his length and across her breasts. He heard the delight in her voice as she hummed happily to herself with each time she swallowed, her bulging cheeks diminishing as more and more of his seed slipped down her throat. Her body shivered as she propped herself up before him, and her own passionate delight was just as visible as his own.
And finally, Robin was able to understand himself, and understand her. With his world encompassed entirely by the two of them, he no longer had any room left in his heart for any doubts, worries, or even any concerns. He finally wanted exactly what she wanted. At long last, Robin was able to be honest in his desires.
“Tharja,” he sighed, stroking her head as he turned it up to face him, smiling at the way her violet eyes still blazed bright with excitement and arousal, “That was wonderful. Incredible… I don’t even know how to explain it… thank you.”
“Y-Y-You’re… you’re welcome, of course. Anytime, anywhere, you only need to-”
“Here. Now.”
His cock was still rock hard, and still hanging just millimetres from her face. They both wanted the same thing, and if she was going to wring every last drop from him, there was still far more to come!
“I can’t take it any longer, I don’t want to wait any longer. I’m going to make you mine.”
His wife’s face lit up in a joy brighter than he’d ever imagined from her usually dour expression and her voice cried out happily as he pulled her up, lifting her once more into his arms, not cradling her gently this time, but instead practically hauling her over to the bed!
“My love! Yes!”
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This time, the wedding suite was filled heavily by the sound of Tharja’s ragged pants, with Robin’s own heated breath playing in eager concert.
“Robin, Robin, Robin!” she moaned, between gasping for breath, her hips shaking weakly before him and her hands clenching tight on the bedsheets beneath her, “Robin! Robin! Robin!”
Once again, yet another unforgettable image was being seared into the Tactician’s mind.
The wedding dress Tharja had chosen for this blissful day had been like nothing he’d seen before and, while perhaps it shouldn’t have been, was well outside anything he could have possibly predicted. Given that most of the knowledge he’d managed to gain since losing his memories had been focussed on warfare and tactics, Robin had no idea if such a design was standard in Plegia- but the deep purple and black hues of the dress had drawn shocked gasps and surprised looks from all over their Ylissean contingent. An elegant crinoline that opened up entirely at the front, and a deep plunging neckline left both her long, slender legs hidden only by a slight veil of sheer mesh, and her enormous soft beasts accentuated even larger than usual. Far from an ideal of purity and innocence that the Ylissean designs portrayed, it was a dress heavy with the sensuality and pride that Tharja held, a pure, unblemished affection directed solely towards him.
And now, with the crinoline discarded behind them, the breast-cups already long since abandoned, and -most importantly- with his wife bent over the edge of their marital bed, clinging to the covers as she panted and gasped before him, Robin had gained an all new and even greater appreciation for the design.
The black mesh veil around her waist was now rolled up over her hips, and the bodysuit beneath had proven a pliable, easy material that had ripped open with just the smallest effort on his part. Which meant that the deep black and rich purple design was now making for a powerful juxtaposition before his eyes as it framed the creamy white of her thighs. And the image made for a breathtaking contrast was highlighted even more intensely by small red trickle of maiden-blood mixing with her juices and spreading down her legs from where Robin’s cock was buried fully within her pussy.
Squeezing tighter around him than even than her throat, and enveloping him in a warmth hotter than her mouth, Tharja’s walls were spread open wide to accommodate his girth, spread out further than the Sorceress’s many daydreams had ever imagined. Moaning his name like a prayer, her hips shivered lightly in place and her body shuddered violently with each tiny movement he made within her, feeling every last millimetre of his cock sheathed within her and moaning eagerly at every small motion that reverberated through her.
There was no sign of the aloof pride the Plegian liked to maintain, she had begged shamelessly for him from the instant she’d been bent over their bed and she’d felt his hands wrapped firmly around her hips.
And, rather than holding himself back to give her some time to adjust to whatever pain her first time may have brought… Robin was currently biting down on his lip and forcefully keeping himself in place, to give her some time to recover from the way she’d cum so hard from feeling him pushing inside her, that she’d momentarily passed out! Thankfully, she’d recovered almost immediately and, if anything, blinking herself back to reality against the sensation of his cock stretching all the way through her body, pushing formidably against her innermost walls and even pressing back against her womb, had left her utterly overjoyed.
If she’d had any strength in her arms or legs, Robin was sure she would already be pushing her hips back against him. But as it was, the Sorceress didn’t even have the power to push herself up from the bed after her arms had collapsed under her.
With the magical power at her disposal, it would have taken little more than a wave of her hand for Tharja to clean his seed from her face and breasts but she loved the feeling of his release coating her skin, of being marked by him so vividly, that she’d left it be. Which meant that right now, she was currently facedown atop the covers of their bed, rocking back and forth with him cum across her face and his cock against her womb, feeling in all senses, entirely claimed by him.
Given her personality and especially given her early “gift”, Robin hadn’t exactly expected a slow, gentle lovemaking session for their first time. But the sight of his wife, still in her wedding dress, so eagerly and submissively giving herself up to him was one that left his blood roaring in response. He chewed harder on his lip, doing his best not to grip painfully hard into the softness of her hips, as he held himself back just a little longer.
It was already clear what she wanted, but…
“Tharja… I’m, hha… I’m going to start moving, okay?”
“Yes! Robin! Please!” she roared in delighted enthusiasm, halfway between begging and commanding, “Claim me! Fuck me! Ruin me!”
This time, he never even considered denying her. Swallowing a heavy breath, Robin tensed his hands around her waist and slowly drew himself out, dragging his cock carefully back almost along the full length of her pussy. Tharja’s hips bucked up at the sensation, and she threw her head back with a sudden gasp, crying out both at the sensation of feeling his length withdrawing and just from the joy at feeling him moving inside her at all, the unknown sensation of having his cockhead dragging back across her most sensitive points. Her walls coiled even tighter around him than ever, pulsing so greedily around the last few inches of his cock that it was hard to imagine he’d ever managed to fit himself inside that narrow tunnel at all!
And yet, those same walls yielded just as easily as ever the instant he rocked himself forwards. As if watching all her strength collapse before him once again, just the slightest pressure from his shaft spread her no-longer-virgin pussy open around him, and stretched her innermost walls wide around his thick shaft, all the way until his cockhead once again bumped into the deepest innermost walls, all the way until he was pushing once more against her womb.
Tharja’s moans devolved into another throaty yell as she came once again. But this time Robin had no reason, or even ability, to stop!
Grunting aloud, he repeated the process. Then again, and again after that.
Carefully at first, hesitantly for a moment, and gently for as long as he could manage. But the while the room was filled loud with the passionate screams of his wife’s delight, and his every thrust was spurred on by the feeling of her hips bucking back against his as best she could manage, even as her body trembled so submissively beneath him. And little by little, moment by moment, Robin was drawn into both Tharja’s desires and his own primaeval need. Restraint slipping away, his hands gripped tighter around her waist, and his thrusts became harder, faster, more violent by each passing second!
Her words turned into an incoherent cry of joy, and his own voice rang out in increasingly ragged gasps as he matched her.
Minutes passed, and soon Robin’s cock was spearing roughly through the full length of her pussy, driving into her most sensitive walls and stretching them around him with such force that Tharja was jolted forward into the bed with each thrust!
Her arms had never hoped to hold her up, and now her legs had given out their strength under her repeated orgasms, leaving Tharja held aloft in the air only by his own strength, and the sheer intensity with which he was claiming her. Having already given up on even trying to cling to the covers for leverage, the Sorceress howled in pleasure as she was thrust forward, deeper into the mattress with each time Robin’s cock crashed against her innermost walls! And she loved it, somehow even more than she had known she would. Her pussy was stuffed thick with the size of his shaft, seemingly filling her entirely, she was wrapped so tightly around him that each movement he made left her feeling as if he was dominating all her most sensitive spots at once… At first it had been slow and gentle, enough that she’d felt as if she was floating among the clouds. But now, in answer to her own desires, it felt as if her beloved husband was brutally, powerfully driving her out of her mind.
Her pussy was stretched wide around the heavy girth of his cock, his aggressive thrusts ran roughshod over all her most sensitive areas and innermost walls, and any hope she’d have of holding herself up or even of bracing herself against the bed was already long lost under the endless tide or orgasms. Her mind was long lost in the haze of bliss, her world now consisting of nothing but the man she loved and the cock that was thoroughly conquered her.
For Tharja, there truly was nothing left but to surrender. And she did so eagerly, happily, she’d never wanted anything more in her entire life!
Her quivering knees were buried deep into the side of the mattress. Her massive breasts squished into the bed beneath her. Her head was pulled back into the air, with her eyes completely glazed over and tongue already lolling from her mouth, drooling running down her chin along with her incoherent moans each time yet another peak seared through her. The beautiful black and purple silks of her perfectly pressed wedding dress were now bunched up over her waist, or crumpled up beneath her chest, the black mesh bodysuit she wore underneath had been torn practically to shreds around her hips, leaving the creamy white skin completely exposed in a wonderfully framed juxtaposition and her previously untouched body now quivered uncontrollably as she screamed out her delight.
It was an intoxicating sight, one far beyond any of Robin’s wildest imaginations- the proud Plegian Sorceress submitting so thoroughly before him, the maidenwoman clenching her pussy so vice-tight around his cock.
Even in his own heady haze of bliss, the Tactician couldn’t help but notice that his wife had been perfectly correct. She had become exactly the fucked-stupid, drooling mess she’d predicted. And, as his hips slammed harder into her, as his cock drove ever more violently through her pussy, as he pounded her as hard as he could manage, directly into their marital bed, the fire of lust even hotter and sparked even higher within him! He loved seeing her lose herself like this! Hearing her voice crying out louder and louder sent his heart racing! Watching as her strength gave out under her own pleasure left his breath racing!
Something incredible had been awakened within him tonight, and Robin knew he would never be the same again.
But, that was far from his mind at the moment and completely impossible to give more than a passing thought.
Right now, all that existed was the two of them. The impossibly alluring feeling of her pussy wrapping, coiling and pulsing around his cock. And the weight of pressure he could feel building out of control within him, the ache for release he’d been fighting back to spend more time savouring Tharja’s pleasure, that he knew he couldn’t hold back any longer!
“Gh-I’m… Hhaa!”
Robin’s voice cried out in a garbled moan as the final reserves of his restraint finally gave out, and that was all the warning Tharja got!
“AH!”
Her voice caught loud in her throat, even in her blissed-out daze, the feeling of his cock swelling even thicker inside her sent a shockwave through her entire body! Robin’s hands clenched painfully tight around her hips, and one last wild thrust sent his cock driving into her deepest walls without even the barest measures of restraint!
“YES!” For just one second, they held in place like that. The Sorceress’s mind suddenly focussed momentarily back to reality, pushed several centimetres into the mattress by the weight of the cock now sheathed entirely within her. And the Tactician standing right on the very edge of a long-awaited ecstasy, feeling every millimetre of his wife’s pussy stretched tight around him as sparks flew before his eyes. “I LOVE YOU!”
And then, everything exploded.
Their mouths fell wide open in unison. As Tharja felt his cock shaking inside her and a huge flood of thick, viscous seed instantly stuffed her womb full. As Robin felt his release finally erupting, his balls clenching tight and body going rigid as he felt her pussy pulsing greedily around him, wrapping his length tight within her and seemingly, desperately, trying to milk every last drop from him.
Again and again, the Tactician felt his cock twitch, felt her walls clench around him in response, and unloaded yet another blast of his essence into her.
Over and over, the Sorceress felt his release crashing into her womb, felt it flooding out and streaming down the full length of her pussy, and felt her body filled entirely with him in every possible sense.
His hips quivered in place, tight against hers.
Her head fell limply down to the bed.
His thoughts spun, and breath came only seconds later, as the dizzying bliss stole away even his thoughts.
Her mind had broken immediately, the intense, scorching pleasure leaving her cumming so hard she’d passed out once again.
Time passed leisurely like that, with them each bathing happily in the aftershocks, both trembling lightly as their breathing gradually returned to normal and rationality slowly dawned once again.
After a minute, Robin carefully released his vice-tight hold on his wife’s hips. Drawing out a low, heavy breath as he eased himself gently back out from where her pussy remained coiled almost painfully tight around his still-hard cock. Once again, he simply savoured the sight before him, the woman he loved, now completely and blissfully overcome by him.
After a few more minutes, Tharja blinked herself back to consciousness, aware first of the pleasant heat she could feel throbbing from her now thoroughly overstuffed womb, and then of the ripples of ecstasy still tingling throughout her entire body from her now thoroughly fucked-pussy.
“My love…” she drawled in a low breath, gathering the strength to raise her head enough to look back over her shoulder towards him, “That was… mmmn… incredible. Hehe… You’re even more incredible than I expected… than I could possibly have expected.”
For a second, he made to return the praise, to smile down at her, stroke her head and speak truthfully about how amazing an experience it had been for him too. But there was no need. She knew that already without doubt, she could feel all of that from him through the strange bond she’d forged with him. And… there would be time enough for all that later besides, for now there was something far more important he needed to do.
“Tharja… with the way you’re talking… you can’t possibly think we’re done with just that, do you?” his lips curled into a smile just as greedy as hers, and he slid his cock forwards, resting it a little higher now, until it was pressed against the entrance to her ass. The thick coating of her juices and his own seed still slick around his cock, served as enough of a lubricant to let him push forwards, just enough to spread her tunnel entrance around him, “After how long we waited, I intend to savour every last inch of you!”
These desires and this dominance had been inside him all along, he’d felt just the same on the battlefield. But she’d awakened this from him in the bedroom, helped him cast off his hesitation and false modesty. For her to wring every last drop from him, there was still a long way to go!
Shivering in anticipation, Tharja answered him with a delighted laugh, “Yes, please! Use me to your heart’s content, my love!” and with that, she reached up with her hands, taking hold of each of her buttcheeks and spreading them apart, offering herself up to him as much as helping ease his entry.
They both wanted the exact same thing. The night was yet long, and their married life was just beginning!
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A/N: And there we go, not the longest story but I think it also makes for pretty nice and sweet Robin/Tharja story, as well as a very raunchy idea.
The genesis of this idea was that it would then spiral out from here and certain other women would get dragged into the fun, or possibly as a series of vignettes for various women that doesn’t have to be connected. Either way, the idea of sex in a wedding dress on the wedding night is a pretty powerful one, and something I thought might make a good core theme for a story… one I’ll never have time to write, so just keep this as a one shot for now
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