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A Change Of Tactics	By : JLDavenport Category: +A through F > Fire Emblem (all) > Fire Emblem (all) Views: 90773 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 5
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Miriel – A Strange Experiment
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Authors Note: It’s back! Faster than you expected (hopefully) and it’s finally time for another of the main girls to shine! Miriel’s joining the fun and, judging by some of the suggestions or comments I’ve had about her, I think this chapter may surprise a few of you, I’m taking a slightly different path to what I think most are expecting.
I can also say, for those of you who’re not as comfortable with the cheating/NTR aspects of this story, two pieces of good news.
1. Due to the circumstances between her and Henry, this chapter will be a lot different to the previous ones and hopefully a lot lighter with that.
2. This will actually be the last married woman introduced for quite some time (Maribelle and Sully fans have to wait a bit longer unfortunately). All the new women being introduced, for some time yet, will be unmarried and single. So, if you’re in that category, look forward to girls like Anna, Say’ri, Flavia and the children characters finally being introduced (Severa and Cordelia first, as per the poll requests!)
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Miriel, displaying for all the world to see, a personality that cared for little more than results, science and the never-ending search for truth, was, in many ways, the most honest of all the Shepherds and perhaps the most straight-forward of them all.
Henry, conversely, was perhaps the most different, the most unique of all.
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The Shepherds were a varied lot, coming from all walks of life and as many backgrounds as one could imagine. Henry was hardly the only one with an unsavoury past, Gaius was a thief, Basilio had been a pirate and of course Tharja was at least as familiar with the darkest magical rites.
But of all of them, of the entire group of Shepherds, Henry was the only one Robin remained wary of.
Pushing himself from his desk be began stalking around the room, his fists clenched tight. ‘Godsdamnit.’ It was a frustrating, unfair and thoroughly unpleasant truth.
Henry was kind, obedient, honest and even disarmingly innocent. And…he was also the only Shepherd Robin considered a murderer. He hated that he thought that, it seemed utterly ridiculous, a completely arbitrary distinction, they all had blood on their hands. In pursuit of the peace they’d sought, every Shepherd had cut down countless foes; bandits, slavers, mercenaries, but more than anything else, just soldiers, just men and women doing their job, fighting for their beliefs just the same as them.
And it wasn’t as if Henry was the only traitor among their ranks, Say’ri had wet her blade with Chon’sin blood under his orders and Tharja had turned on the Plegian army the moment she’d joined their cause… But, he’d seen Say’ri’s misery at every life she’d taken and Tharja had always been a loner, the Plegian’s she’d worked for had been neither friends nor comrades, she’d never turned on anyone she cared for.
Henry was the opposite. By his very nature he’d been friends with all rank and file across the Plegian army, from what Robin had heard, one of the Plegian Generals had considered him practically an adopted son. And yet, he’d betrayed them all without a thought.
He had been the one to send Panne to Ylisse, sending her to save Emmeryn from her impending assassination and critically undermining the Plegian cause, all for the sake of his own bloodlust, his fear that the war would end before he got to kill enough of them. And later, when they’d marched on Validar, Robin had seen, time and again, the mage waving to or shouting at his former friends within the Plegian ranks, moments before he’d slain them, brushing their deaths off without so much as a shrug.
‘That’s not fair. That’s not fair at all.’ He argued with himself, forcing back the enveloping frustration and running his fingers through his hair. He wasn’t privy of the mage’s innermost thoughts, he couldn’t know if he harboured regret at the lives he’d taken, or even if he simply mourned them in his own way. Henry had been part of their army for more than a year by then, he’d certainly been in an incredibly difficult position, the Shepherds were like a family to him, it was only natural his loyalties would lie with them.
Except… Robin scowled once more… Except, it was difficult to trust such loyalty when he remembered the report he’d received from Panne about receiving Henry’s offer to kill Chrom to make her happy, or when he thought about the deadly hex he’d put on Sully. He’d heard similar from almost everyone Henry had interacted with, close calls, misunderstandings or strange offers.
When Tharja had told him she’d felt no human emotions from the mage, he hadn’t known what to think, even now he didn’t know how to deal with that information.
Because… Henry was so very likeable. He was nice, he was friendly, he was kind and selfless, even if he was a little creepy at times, it was usually somehow funny. Everything about him was endearing, everything about him felt harmless. It was so easy to see that smiling face, to hear his corny jokes and to completely forget the incredible danger the man represented. The uncomfortable truth, the painful realisation that a tactician couldn’t look away from. He was one of their most powerful assets, one of the most powerful dark mages in the world, and, for all his good nature, for all Robin hated to accept it, he didn’t work on the same moral compass as the rest of the Shepherds.
His eyes turned back towards the letter, still lying unopened in the middle of his desk. He didn’t need to read it; he knew what it meant. As of last night, Henry had killed, for the third time since his return.
“Godsdamnit.” He growled, barely restraining the urge to put his fist through the wall.
‘It might not be that bad.’
His heart wanted so badly to believe that. That this could somehow be a mistake, a misunderstanding, something…anything…
Unfortunately, his mind knew better.
He’d realised a need to keep tabs on his friend shortly after he’d returned to life. Even then he’d seen that Henry was chafing with the realities of peacetime and the differences of life in Ylisstol compared to the Plegian military. Without the chaos and the wars, things had become increasingly stable, the Risen were no more and with trade flourishing fewer were turning the banditry, what little remained had practically been stamped out. Ultimately, that left them with less and less need for any combat and, even less for the dark mage to do.
“Godsdamnit!”
And, until now, Robin had covered for him. He’d protected his comrade, keeping his actions classified from the Shepherds, from Frederick and even… Even from Chrom. He knew it wasn’t right to do so, he knew it wasn’t his place, he had no right to try let a friend avoid justice, it was the epitome of corruption and against everything he believed in. And yet, he couldn’t bear to do otherwise, his entire life, every memory he still retained had been dedicated to defending those he loved, it was all he knew, all he’d ever done. He couldn’t change that.
‘No choice now. No choice at all…’
He’d given him warnings- the first time hadn’t been so bad, not really. He’d tried to give him advice, or help him find distractions- the second time had been worse. He’d done all he could- he doubted this time would be any better.
“Naga.” Robin sighed, mouthing a silent prayer as he slumped against the wall, all strength leaving him as his anger faded and the final remnants of his good mood thoroughly evaporated.
He’d believed in him, in his friend. All this time, for so long, he’d believed in the same dream, that they could all live the same peaceful life, that, after all he’d done and all he’d given them, he deserved the same reward as any other Shepherd.
Henry didn’t see things the same as them, he knew that. He’d never believed in their cause, in protecting innocents- Robin had known that from the day he’d found him trying to summon Risen against the Valmese, when the mage had pointed out the irrationality in Robin’s orders to protect strangers.
That didn’t matter. He’d long since accepted the difference between their outlooks. Even if he didn’t fight for the right reasons, he’d still fought for them, he’d still bled for Ylisse and for a better world. Even if he didn’t see the logic in saving innocents, he’d still protected them, no less valiantly than any other Shepherd, only because Robin had ordered him to.
And, even despite the mage’s different moral compass, there had been no doubting the changes he’d gone through, probably more than any other Shepherd. He’d mellowed out significantly since his marriage to Miriel, her love and affection had practically tamed him! He wasn’t anywhere near as reckless with his life as when they’d first met him, he’d gained, probably for the first time, a true family- people he cared for, a place to belong and a reason to want to keep himself alive.
Robin had wanted to believe that would be enough.
It had been enough for Tharja! So, why not for him? Were they truly so different? She was a dark mage no less than he was, and she’d adapted to life in Ylisstol almost without issue. Sure, he knew she sometimes missed the days of flaunting her magic across the battlefield, or of mercilessly hunting down their enemies, yet, even so, she’d still contented herself with purchasing a small store in town and simply supplying hexes or curses to those who wanted them. She’d even retired from hexing enough to give Noire the job of managing the store, letting her daughter keep the top floor as a home and only dropping by when she was bored or needed for a tricky consultation.
‘It doesn’t matter.’
Pushing himself off the wall with a bitter sigh, Robin shook away his reluctance.
There was no point wondering why Tharja had been able to settle down so much easier. The letter on his desk gave him all the answers he needed. The reasons didn’t matter. Ultimately it was simple, Henry wasn’t Tharja. For all their similarities, their differences had proven to be greater.
Walking to his desk and cracking the seal open, his familiar haunting mantra fell once more from his lips.
“A tactician never runs from painful truths.”
It was an all too common refrain these days.
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“Hiya Robin!” Henry laughed, opening the door and gesturing the tactician inside. “I was wonderin’ when you’d show up.”
“You were expecting me?”
“Yup! Yup! Of course, you always come check on me anytime I’ve been in a fight!”
Pausing as he pulled out a seat for himself at the mage’s dining table, Robin paused, well…that wasn’t completely wrong. “I am glad to see you’re unharmed.” He agreed. “But then again, I didn’t think a bunch of half-drunk mercenaries would be much of a threat to you.”
“Nya ha ha, nope!” Henry agreed, plopping down opposite him with a cheerful smile. “I got really excited for a moment when I saw all the blood on me, but then it turned out none of it was even mine! Hah, I guess they didn’t like me, I must’a struck a nerve? Or some arteries at least! Nyhaha!”
“A slum bar on the east side.” Robin drummed his fingers on the table. “That’s quite a way from here. Odd place for a drink.”
“Hah, I was bored! I thought it’d be a good place for some excitement.”
Clenching his teeth, Robin frowned. Even as much as he dreaded the conversation, there wasn’t any point beating around the bush. “You went there to get in a fight.” To instigate a fight.
“Ahyup.”
“Eight people died last night, another handful were badly injured.”
“Aw, Robin, c’mon! People die in bar fights all the time! What’s it matter if I get to join in?”
“We’ve talked about this. I told you. This isn’t Plegia. You can’t act like this anymore, especially not as a dark mage. Damnit, Henry, you promised me. You said, you wouldn’t attack anyone anymore.”
“Nyaha ha but I didn’t! I didn’t! I made sure not to attack anyone at all!” Henry assured him, shaking his head with a laugh. “The whole time, I only defended myself.”
Robin scowled, his mood severely worsened by his friend’s weak attempt at working around a loophole in their agreement.
“Robin! C’mon!” The mage cried in response, his happy demeanour fading into an obvious frustration. “It was just a group of mercenaries and thieves, just like the kind we used to kill all the time! We killed hundreds of guys like that during the war and you never complained! It’s a good thing, now they can’t bother anyone!”
“And, what about the bartender, or the two barmaids?”
“Huh?”
“The bartender and one of the maids was killed, another lost an arm. What about them? Were they like the people we killed during the war?”
Even if Henry had never understood his orders to protect civilians, even if he’d never agreed with them strategically, he’d always followed them. He’d put himself in harm’s way, for people he didn’t care about, for reasons he didn’t believe in, all because Robin had told him to. Until now. Now he was chafing at the restraints of a peaceful society, now his behaviour was escalating dangerously and now, Robin couldn’t protect him anymore- not from the wilful death of two innocents and half a bar of not-so innocents.
“I’ve…” Holding up a hand with a pained sigh, Robin forestalled Henry’s reply. It didn’t matter what he said, it was too late for excuses, far too late for justifications or reasons. “I’ve come up with an idea, an opportunity, one I think you’ll like.”
So saying, he pulled out the small purple folder he’d brought with him and slid it across the table to the other mage. His contingency plan, something he’d prepared months ago and hoped beyond all measure he’d never have to use, a final attempt at keeping his old comrade from jail.
“Hoo! What’s this? Some more bandits you need me to…” Henry’s voice trailed off as he paged through the information, but his smile widened by the moment. “Oooh, you want me to go back to Plegia?”
“Exactly.” Robin nodded stiffly. “I don’t know if you’ve kept up to date on what’s been happening there, but there’s something of a power vacuum at the moment, since the last war really. It’s not pleasant, the whole country has practically dissolved into a number of warring factions, some of which Ylisse is willing to support…and some, we’re a little more wary of.”
Robin let the implications hang in the air and Henry bounced happily in his seat, his smile becoming more sinister by the moment.
“The biggest disputes between them at the moment are religious, with Grima gone the Grimleal have lost a lot of their sway. There’s still some hold outs, even for them, of course.” Most of which wanted to worship him instead, as Grima’s apparent heir. Robin tried not to think about that, Tharja was bad enough at times, the thought of his name being elevated to the head of some death-cult was downright repulsive “However, there’s one small group in particular-” Reaching over he pointed out their profile on the papers. “-That’s turned towards Naga worship. This is who we think would be the best hope for future relations between our countries.” If Plegia could somehow become a Naga worshiping state, or even one that recognised Naga worship as an official religion…
“Nya ha ha! I see! Sounds simple! You just want me to get some ravens and CAWs a stir right? Make sure there’s more of these guys and less of all these other guys, right?”
“This wouldn’t be an official mission.” Robin clarified. “We can provide you with some supplies and get you in contact with the right people, but, other than that…” Wincing painfully, his words trailed off, this wasn’t quite exile. Not quite. Somehow that thought didn’t relieve his guilt.
“Oooh!” Henry cooed, paying no attention at all to Robin’s discomfort as he leafed through the pages again, licking his lips as he took in names, locations, profiles, all the details they had of the conflicts currently playing out around the desert nation. “This looks messy! And bloody!”
Folding his arms, Robin settled back into his seat with a sigh. ‘It’s settled then.’ The mage clearly didn’t have any qualms about the task- most likely it was exactly what he’d been missing ever since the war. This was the best result, Henry would be back in his element once more and his actions would be helping Ylisse at the same time. Everyone would be happier with this, or at least, happier than the alternatives…And yet, as the seconds turned to minutes, and as his friend’s excitement continued unabated, an oppressive frustration grew within the tactician. Slowly at first but stronger by the second, it welled up within him, until his teeth were on edge and his fists were clenched tight enough to draw blood.
Until all the words he was holding back roared within him and his hand slammed down on the table. “Godsdamnit man!” He cried, surprising even himself as he spoke.
“Ah-hah?”
His words tumbled out with uncharacteristic thoughtlessness, he wasn’t sure why he was arguing, nor even what he needed to say. “Damnit Henry!” There was no point in this, there was no other option, it was too late to take another chance. “Can you really accept this so easily? Don’t you see this is a coward’s choice!? You’re just taking the easy way out!”
“Ha… What?”
Even so, Robin couldn’t hold back his anger. “What about your family? What about Laurent, what about Miriel?” Perhaps he was just venting.
Meeting his eyes, Henry’s face curled into a questioning frown. There was no question of the man’s affection towards his family.
“It’s not that easy for her, not anymore. She’s not just some scholar these days, she’s finally been fully accepted by Ylisstol’s scientific community, she’s one of the Halidom’s most respected researchers. She’s got her own lab now, her own assistants, technicians… She can’t just pack up and go fight in Plegia with you, not anymore. She wouldn’t be able to do even a fraction of the work she’s doing now. You’d be asking her to abandon everything she’s worked for, everything her mother worked for.”
“Gyaha, well, she can just stay here in Ylisse.”
“And so, she’s left spending every day wondering about you, not knowing if you’re dead or alive? Is that what you want for her? And what about Laurent? How’s he going to feel when he comes home and hears that after everything he did to keep you safe, you’ve thrown yourself into another war?”
The dark mage dropped his gaze, his eyes turning over the papers before him, slower now, his excitement subdued. “I don’t get it… I thought you wanted me to do this?”
“I want you to stop killing people!” Robin roared, his anger flashing violently through him, his entire body pulsing red hot for a moment before his self-restraint quickly caught up. “Gods, we, we fought for so long, for years. We finally have peace, it’s not perfect but... why, why can’t that be enough? Why is it so hard to live quietly, like everyone else?”
“Because, it’s just all so, so BORING!” Henry snapped in response, clenching his fists tight in visible frustration. “I’ve tried it; I’ve done it all! I did everything you said, everything you told me to, every time you came by to check on me or warn me, or anytime Miriel suggested I try something. I play with the kiddies, or I help old ladies around the street, or I go shopping…and, and it’s dull! It’s the same thing, day after day! There’s no pain! There’s no blood! There’s no excitement!”
“Yeah.” Robin sighed, sitting back and letting his anger cool. It was exactly as he’d expected, exactly as it had been the last two times they’d been in this situation.
“It wouldn’t be so bad staying in Ylisstol. You did say if I got into trouble again, you’d have to tell Frederick.” Henry suggested, licking his lips, a small light glowing in his eyes. “That could be fun.”
Wincing, he didn’t reply. It all came back to the same painful truth, the two outcomes he’d long since predicted if Henry never did find a way to entertain himself – that either his friend leave Ylisse and throw himself back into the chaos of warfare, or he wind up face to face, and likely spell to spear, with the stern arm of Ylisstol’s law.
‘Godsdamnit.’ It wasn’t right. There had to be another way, a third option, a compromise, anything… For months he’d wracked his brain, trying to think of something, but no matter how many times he revisited it, nothing substantial had ever come to mind. Henry was hardly the type to be distracted by hobbies for longer than it took for the novelty to fade and there weren’t a lot of jobs that would interest an expert dark mage. His fingers dug a shallow groove into the wooden table as his emotions swirled. This wasn’t fair! It wasn’t fair to Henry, not after all he’d done. It wasn’t fair to Ylisse, to put the citizens at risk. It wasn’t fair to Chrom, to risk tarnishing his reputation. It wasn’t fair to Laurent, and it especially wasn’t fair to Mir-
‘…Miriel…’
Staring blankly ahead, Robin’s eyes widened as the barriers in his mind slowly unbarred and a new thought slowly coalesced within him, an incredible image carefully taking shape in his mind. It was nothing he’d ever even considered before, nothing he would have even been able to dream of it not for everything he’d been through. Another path. It was risk, upon risk, upon risk…
And yet… “Henry.” The words came unbidden, he was speaking before he’d even fully processed the idea. “It’s not only dealing pain that interests you, is it? You enjoy being hurt, or bleeding too?”
“A-Ahuh! Yeah, for sure! It’s all messy and colourful and everything gets really dizzy, it’s the best!” Grinning widely, the mage nodded happily at the thought. “Nyaha, but it’s no fun if it’s just people attacking me!”
No, that wouldn’t work anyway, Robin had long since discounted that idea. Telling his friend to just provoke people into beating him up would end up with him either dead or surrounded by bodies.
“Not quite. I was thinking… What about emotional pain? Do you enjoy that the same?”
“Ehh, I dunno. I’ve never really thought about it, sounds kind’a dull. All that touchy-feely stuff is one thing, but it’s not like looking at a bruise turning different colours.”
Biting his lip, Robin paused, his entire body tensing up in a moment of incredulity. Was he really going to suggest this? Could he really suggest this? It was insane! And practically a gamble, he would be risking not only his actions being discovered, but possibly his own life!
And yet, as horrible as it was, it was also the only thing he could think of. The only path he saw to protect his friend, one last time.
“Okay, but what about Miriel?”
“Huh?”
“Miriel, your wife. We all know how much she means to you, how much you care for her. She’s the woman who promised herself to you, the woman who said she’d spend the rest of her life with you.” Steepling his hands, Robin forced his voice neutral as he leaned forward over the table. “So… Think for a minute, picture it now. How would you feel, seeing her with another man? Watching her kissing another man, or holding him, seeing his arms wrapped around her and them smiling at each other? Can you imagine that?”
Staring numbly for a moment, Henry reeled back, his mouth agape as he grunted in confused anger, a myriad of emotions flashing across his face. “I-ah, grraa. It, it’s painful! W-Woah!”
“Miriel’s a beautiful woman.” Robin continued, gently twisting the knife. It was true too, something he’d realised very soon after his instincts had begun to get out of control, her personality was a little hard to reconcile, but there was no doubting the desirability of the scientists’ body, not with the way her full breasts pressed tight against the confines of her robes, or with the way her hips swung, smooth and round, visible even despite the thick trousers she wore. “She caught the eye of many other men during the wars. It wouldn’t have been surprising at all for her to have fallen for someone else, for her to have married someone else.”
Henry winced again, a pained grimace spreading across his features, even as a grim smile blossomed onto his face.
“You can imagine it then? It hurts, doesn’t it? The thought of her with someone else, someone else stealing your love away, her smiling as he caresses her? Isn’t it heart-breaking?”
“H-Haaa, hahhaa!” Panting and giggling, Henry’s hands clutched at his heart, as if trying to numb a jolting pain, a wound he could suddenly feel within from a fear he’d never felt before. “Nyaaa, th-this is, haha, I’ve never felt anything like this! It’s, it’s like I’ve been stabbed, but-but better! And, and there’s not even a drop of blood! Incredible! Hahahaha!”
Robin sighed, steeling himself one final time. “Do you think that would help then, that it would entertain you enough? If Miriel took a lover?”
“Ah, a, a lover? Miriel… My Miriel… With another man. Her sleeping with someone else…” Speaking his thoughts aloud, Henry’s mind whirred slowly around the incredible suggestion. “I’ve never even thought about it, I can’t even imagine it!”
And yet, the way he licked his lips and the wild-excited light in his eyes, told the tactician everything he needed to know. “It would need to be someone you trust of course.” He cautioned. “And, someone you know could keep things discrete.”
“Someone I trust?”
“Of course. You can’t just expect her to just, just go to a bar and find a man, or something.” Miriel… Miriel of all people soliciting men… He didn’t even want to try picture how that would turn out. “If you do this, it has to be a secret, you can’t let anyone else find out. For her sake if nothing else, if word got out about her doing something like that, it could do terrible damage to her reputation, it could be disastrous to her standing in the scientific community. And… More important than that, imagine if someone hurt her.”
The eager look was gone in an instant, replaced instead with a murderous snarl. “I’d kill him! I’d rip him to shreds!”
“Exactly.” Robin nodded, holding up a hand to try placate the sudden flash of anger. “So, if you want to try this, if Miriel agrees to this, you’d need to find someone you can trust with her. And, well, I suppose, wouldn’t it be better if it was someone you knew anyway? I… I don’t think it’s something I can really understand, but if you’re so interested in this pain, wouldn’t it be stronger like that? Everytime you saw him you’d remember that he had sex with your wife, that he’d taken the woman you love.”
Another spike of guilt ran through his heart, parts of that hit far too close to home, far too close to what he’d done already. “Gods, I can’t even… I can’t imagine anything more painful than that.”
“Hrrng…” Judging by the excited grimace on the other mage’s face, Henry was in the midst of picturing it. “You’re right! You’re definitely right, hahaaa! Ohhh! This is exciting!”
“Alright then.” Forcing himself to offer a strained smile, Robin pushed himself to his feet and made his way past his comrade and back outside. “I’ll give you some time to think about it, to talk to Miriel about it… If you’ll be going to Plegia, or, staying here.”
“Nayah! ‘kay! Thanks for the help Robin, see ya!”
‘Insane, this is insane! What am I thinking!?’ Walking stiffly from the man’s house, with his thoughts swirling angrily around in circles, Robin barely even heard the other man’s goodbye, scarcely able to believe what he’d just done. He’d acted almost without a plan, with only the barest of forethought. A dangerous precedent. He wasn’t used to being so impulsive. ‘That’s my solution? To try convince him to have his wife cheat on him? That’s… Naga, I must be losing my goddamn mind!’
It was certainly not his finest moment. The Grandmaster of Ylisse, a tactician and strategist renowned for his brilliance, his unconventional thinking, all through the world… ‘And this is what I come up with? This is the best I can think of to try keep from losing a Shepherd?’ Was that really the best he could do, to keep a friend safe one last time!?
Self-loathing and guilt pulsed thick within him, but still, no other options came to mind. It may have been a spur of the moment idea, but it was still the only plan he had.
“Is that really it?” He breathed aloud, his voice shaking in doubt. “Was that truly just a sudden inspiration? Or… Or am I losing control?”
That was the crux of the matter, that was what scared him the most. His hands clenched into fists and a shudder of uncertain fear ran through him. He knew already just how dangerous it was, losing the tightly held control he maintained over his raging instincts, even now he could vividly remember the scars from the futile fight he’d waged against himself.
‘First Cordelia, and now Miriel?’ Was it really possible that this was just a coincidence? That he’d come up with two such plans in the same day? Two completely separate ideas but both borne from a sudden inspiration and both plans that would give him leverage to lead them each into his bed.
His footsteps stopped. ‘And there’s still two more Shepherds I need to…to…seduce.’ The reminder came painfully as he twisted his mind around the concept. Soon, he would need to take action, seeking out and manipulating two of his closest companions to ensure they wouldn’t give him away.
“How far is this going to go? How far am I going to go?”
No answer came. Or, to be precise, he already knew the answer, it was the same answer as always.
“As far as I need to.”
This time, his hesitation lasted only a moment before he continued his march back to the office. The self-reflection was as pointless as ever, whether his plans today has truly just been a coincidence or if his strategies were now being influenced by his instincts didn’t matter. Whether he had to seduce two Shepherds or ten, didn’t matter. He’d done too much and committed too many sins already, how many more he had to commit didn’t matter.
All that mattered was that he kept control. That he never let his instincts rule him again, not even for a moment. He would never forget the sight of his fiancé’s body, slumped naked and unconscious before him, nor would he forget the terror that had gripped him, the way his raging lust had stretched even to his daughter, the fear he would lay his hands on her.
Keeping his family safe was all that mattered. Lucina and Morgan were all that mattered.
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As it turned out, Henry’s response came much faster than Robin had been expecting. Barely a few hours after his conversation with the man, he found himself looking up across his desk at where Miriel was walking primly into his office, a neutral look on her face and a thick tome held loosely at her side.
“Ah, Miriel? Can I help you?”
“Of course.” As usual only the barest trace of emotion tinged her voice as she closed the door carefully shut behind her.
And yet, despite that and despite her detached persona, as she turned back to him, she hesitated and a single moment of uncertainty passed between them before she continued, breaking the spell as she adjusted her glasses. “I have come, as you may have guessed, to notify you. After deliberation between myself and Henry, we have decided to accept your offer.”
“My…offer?” Robin repeated, raising an eyebrow and deciding it best to feign ignorance for the time being.
“Indubitably. You made a suggestion that extramarital copulation may prove beneficial to my husband’s disposition.”
“Er, ah, right?”
“Indeed. I have myself previously considered the likelihood of his successful integration into Ylisstol. My initial hypothesis was that a difference in upbringing had instilled within him a divergent set of social mores to those found within our city. It has concerned me previously, that these disparate customs may become, in themselves, problematic… Unfortunately, with only one subject, I have lacked sufficient data to implement an accurate measure of testing this, and thus have reached no conclusion so far.”
Robin blinked. He’d gotten a lot better deciphering her over the years, but Miriel was still…Miriel. “Er, you mean, you’ve worried about this too, about him struggling to settle into Ylisstol? But you haven’t been able to think of anything to help him?”
“Precisely. However, after discussing it with him this afternoon, I have come to believe your suggestion may be a meritorious one.” She nodded, a small glint of pleasure shining in her eyes as she continued. “My husband believes it may be an experience beyond anything he’s even considered before. I am dubious of that, however, his reactions were heightened even at the merest suggestion of my infidelity toward him.”
“And, and you’re okay with this? With an, an affair?”
“In truth it is not something that had occurred to me before and…and when I examine my feelings I find a strange reluctance to it. Perhaps due to the nature of the vows we undertook.” She admitted, frowning silently for a moment. “However, all signs indicate that this situation shall only escalate further and the reservations I feel are far less than my concerns toward alternative outcomes. The thoughts of him being jailed, or imperilled in another war are both far more distressing.”
She paused. “And, despite my inhibitions, I must admit a certain…curiosity. All my knowledge of intercourse is limited to interactions with a single man, it may prove enlightening indeed to have a comparison study.”
“I see.” Exactly as he’d expected. It was no surprise that even someone like Miriel still had some hesitations at the idea of being unfaithful, but, with her personality and the situation they were in. Ultimately she was agreeable to the idea. “But, why are you telling me this?”
He knew, of course, this was exactly as he’d predicted. However, the façade of innocence was important to maintain, even knowing she likely wouldn’t care either way. Controlling what an opponent thought they knew was the most basic lesson of being a tactician.
“That should be obvious.” She smiled, pushing her glasses up her nose once more. “I wish for you to be my partner in this endeavour.”
“M-Me!?” He gaped, “Y-You want to, to… With me?”
“Of course.” She nodded, her lips curling slightly at his shock. “I understand your initial discussion with Henry outlined the importance of discretion in this matter? Your conclusion appears to be logical, talk of indiscretion within my marriage could impact my standing among my peers and may even affect my ability to maintain a proper scientific discourse. Therefore, as the only other person to know the plan, you are the ideal candidate. Furthermore, seeing as you are yourself unattached, that also reduces complications that may have arisen among other members of the Shepherds.”
“I… I see, well, I-er, I’m flattered.”
“Robin. I also respect you greatly as a man and an intellectual. You would rank highly among my preferred choices regardless of the situation. I firmly believe our experimentation together in this shall be something truly fascinating.”
Grinning, he almost laughed. A pep talk? It seemed all the years they’d spent together had some work to soften even her. “Miriel…”
However…just as he made to go around his desk, towards her, he found himself suddenly stopped in place as she thrust the book she’d been holding toward him.
“Huh?” He blinked, taking hold of it automatically.
“Normally, I would prefer to begin testing immediately.” She explained, releasing the tome and nodding once more, before promptly turning to leave. “However, acting without proper preparation will yield only sub-par results. As my mother always said, thorough research is the groundwork to a successful experiment.”
“Huh?”
“I shall return tonight. Until then, it would be prudent for you to read as much of that as is possible.”
And then, without further ado, she was gone, leaving Robin standing in place, staring mystified at the door swinging shut behind her. Blinking in confusion, he slowly looked down at just what she’d entrusted him with.
Kal’Sutara: A Complete Guide To Lovemaking.
‘Of course.’ He groaned, shaking his head and tossing the thick volume onto his desk. ‘Miriel thinks I’m a virgin.’
She was concerned he wouldn’t know what to do. It was a completely logical conclusion for her to make, and yet, somehow, he found himself feeling vaguely insulted.
‘Still.’ He sighed, slumping back into his seat, ignoring the book and turning back the trade manifests he’d been focussed on earlier. ‘At least now, there’s only one last obstacle to take care of.’ And, at least he could delegate that task over to his daughter.
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“Faaaather.” Morgan sang out short while later, bouncing into his office and slouching against the door. “I don’t get it…”
“Oh?”
“Yeah. Your message, I don’t get it! What do you mean, ‘The wards will be down’? What wards? When?”
Robin blinked. “Er, Morgan… That message was sealed.”
Quaking with a sudden, easy laughter, Morgan just beamed back at him. "C’mon Dad, I’m being serious, don’t tease me! You taught me how to open sealed messages when I was a kid!”
Blowing air out his mouth, Robin realised he was a lot less surprised at that revelation than he probably should have been. “So, you’re saying, you’ve read every sealed message I’ve asked you to deliver?”
“Uhuh! O’course! Just like you trained me, how else am I meant to understand what’s going on?”
Chuckling, the tactician’s grin matched the wide smile plastered to his daughter’s face. “Good girl. It seems you’ll be ready to take over from me sooner than I thought!” He didn’t bother hiding his obvious pride in her, there wasn’t any point pretending otherwise, it seemed barely a day passed now where she didn’t impress him.
“H-Hahaha!” She glowed, happily basking in his praise.
“You, er… You have still been delivering my messages though right? You did pass that note to Henry?”
“Of course!” She flashed him a thumbs up. “I re-sealed it and everything, good as new! Oh, he seemed really excited when he read it though, he was laughing like crazy… Even more than normal!”
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Miriel returned later that night, precisely as she said she would.
Sweeping the wide-brimmed wizard’s hat from her head as she stepped primly into his room, Robin was unsurprised to note that aside from a slight tenseness in her steps, she looked exactly the same as she ever did. While clearly having gone to the trouble of freshening up since her earlier visit, she was still dressed in the same everyday robes and in-fact, the only concessions he could see in her towards their planned activities was an application of pale red lipstick and a light citrusy perfume, one even his sharpened senses could barely detect even as he moved around his desk and toward the mage.
“Robin.” She spoke first, adjusting her glasses and holding a hand up to halt his approach. “Following our discussion, an idea has occurred to me.”
“Oh?”
“Indeed. Our plan for tonight is to conduct an experiment, testing the effect of my infidelity on my husband’s demeanour. However, I have since realised that for this purpose, actual adultery is unnecessary. Simply his belief that we have engaged in intercourse will suffice.” She nodded. “That is to say, because I have come here with the apparent purpose of having sex with you, so long as we are together for a reasonable amount of time tonight, that will be proof enough. He will have no reason to think otherwise, but, no action is required on our part.”
“Ah.” Smiling awkwardly, Robin did his very best to look abashed. Even if they were his friends, even if he felt guilty about his actions, he still couldn’t help but enjoy the thrill of having someone act exactly as he predicted, the exhilaration in knowing he had perfectly out-maneuvered another person, just as he had so many enemy generals. Lissa, Olivia, Cordelia and now Miriel, some of the sharpest minds within the Shepherds, some of the people who knew him better than anyone else. A pleasant shudder ran up his spine and Robin tried very hard not to laugh. “That…that, won’t work. I’m sorry Miriel, I- I didn’t even think of that.”
“Explain.” She frowned, dropping back a step away from him as a small flush broke across her face. That was a good sign, even Miriel still had emotions.
“I, well, that is…after you left, I sent a message to Henry telling him I’d disable the privacy wards in my office tonight, so he wouldn’t have to worry about you. So he could make sure you weren’t… Well, that you weren’t being mistreated, or being forced into anything you didn’t want. I wanted him to know that you were safe, I thought he’d worry about you. You’re his wife after all.”
“I-I see.” She answered and this time he caught a nervous tremor in her hands as she readjusted her glasses once more. “Of course, that is a wise precaution. One that I believe unnecessary in…in our case. But valuable peace of mind all the same, you are kind to have done so for him.”
“Right. Yeah. I, I could put the wards back up, but it’d take a few hours.” He lied with an apologetic shrug. In truth he’d only disabled the audible scrying protections, he could deal with the thought the dark mage listening to them, but he didn’t have any intention of letting another man watch him in bed. Tharja was bad enough. “He’s probably watching right now.”
Holding in place, for a moment Miriel’s entire body seemed to tense up, a silent breath of hesitation rippling through her. “In that case, there is no point delaying further.” She concluded.
Nodding in silent acceptance, she moved without delay, bending smoothly over at the waist, placing her hat reverently on the floor and shrugging the cloak from her shoulders.
“Oh?” Robin blinked, his lips curling to a grin as when she kicked the boots from her feet, straightening as her fingers already unbuttoning the collar around her neck.
Ignoring him, Miriel’s focus never waved, taking hold of her robes she pulled them from her body in a single smooth motion, discarding them on the ground alongside her other belongings without a second thought.
Even the small modesty of her underwear proved worthy of no further delay, and almost before Robin knew what had happened, he was left staring in wonder as she unclipped her bra, letting it fall from her chest and pushing her panties down her legs, stepping out of both in a single efficient movement.
“Woah.” He breathed, leaning back and drinking in the sight of the mage’s naked body, feeling his cock already straining rock hard against the taut fabric of his pants, reacting instantly both to the woman before him and the surprise at her actions. It wasn’t anything he’d seen before, in all the women he’d been with and across all the encounters he’d experienced, never before had he seen someone strip themselves with an air of such casual ease, baring themselves before him without a hint of shame or reservation. Even just the shocking simplicity of it was refreshing.
“Ah, I surmise from your response that you find me physically appealing?” Miriel asked, her gaze shifting slightly as she adjusted her glasses again, a deeper crimson slowly dusting her face.
She certainly wasn’t wrong. Hidden away behind a cold personality and bulky robes, it could be easy to forget just how attractive Miriel was, but seeing her now, with her heavy round breasts, at least as big as Olivia’s, her smooth, toned stomach, as trim as Lucina’s and her milky white hips curving round just like Tharja’s, there was no denying the mage’s raw sex appeal. Most of the Shepherd women were unnaturally beautiful and Miriel was no exception, even just staring at her now, with lips dry and blood pumping, the desire to sink into her embrace, to smother her against him, was almost overwhelming.
“To be desired by you… That is, strangely, a pleasant feeling. Unnecessary, however, convenient given our situation.” She continued, shifting her weight and causing her impressive bust to sway hypnotically before the tactician’s eyes. “It seems appropriate now that I inform you, I have also always found you pleasing to look upon. Easily within the top 8 male Shepherds.”
“Hah.” Robin chuckled, shaking his head as he felt the heat inside him cool slightly. As always, Miriel’s personality was a little difficult to deal with.
“Now, with the pleasantries taken care of.” She gestured her hands towards him. “Please, go ahead.”
“Ah.” Despite his enjoyment at having seen her bare herself so openly, suddenly finding himself expected to do the same under her clinical scrutiny was undeniably awkward. “Right.” He tried his very best not to think about Henry listening to this exchange, thankful at least that he’d restricted the mage from watching.
Feeling awkwardly put on the spot as he kicked his own boots off, Robin took a few moments unbuttoning his shirt, at least attempting to make something of a show of it as he let the garment fall to the floor.
Miriel’s eyes widened slightly, but she gave no other reaction.
Swallowing a small blow to his ego, he attempted the same with his trousers, spending a second unbuckling his belt and sinking to his hip, clearly showcasing himself as he pushed them down his legs.
“Hmm.” She hummed, and although he could seer face flushing a little deeper, still, she continued to simply stare at him with the same placid look as ever.
Robin wasn’t a vain man, he knew there were many Shepherds far more muscular than him, and yet, even so, he still took a certain pride in his body and in the athletic physique he’d gained from all his hard fought battles, being so casually observed like this was more than enough to stoke a fire within him. Frowning as he hooked his fingers under the waistband of his underwear, he was all but glaring a challenge towards the mage as he flicked them off.
“A-Ah!”
And finally, he received a reaction.
“Fascinating.” She breathed, her mouth dropping as she shuffled quickly over toward him, her inquisitive mind clearly taking command, even despite their mutual nakedness.
“Oh?” It wasn’t quite the reaction he’d wanted, but, as he felt Miriel’s hands wrap softly around his erection, Robin wasn’t complaining.
“This is, th-this is well outside my expectations.” She stammered, her voice dropping to a whisper and her tongue running instinctively along her lips. “Considering your height and body proportions, this must be at least…” Her hands ran slowly across his length, settling it into her palm as if to test its heft, and all the while she stayed, staring open mouthed at him, her warm breath tickling across his skin and her auburn hair shaking back and forth as her head swivelled in place, staring transfixed at his length. “In all dimensions, at least two standard deviations above my calculations.”
‘Her calculations?’ Shaking his head, Robin decided it was probably best not to think too deeply about that.
“Oh! It’s getting even harder? Very impressive.” Miriel gasped, curling her fingers a little tighter around where his cock was now pulsing against her grip. “Size is, of course, only one variable in intercourse. But, from the reports I’m aware of, this should serve to be rath-Ah!?”
Not wanting to wait for her complete analysis, Robin cupped his hands around her face, cutting her words off as he pulled her gently up to meet him. Holding himself warmly against her, and letting his length press hot into her waist, he leaned down, meeting her in a soft, welcome, kiss.
“Mmhmaa.” She sighed, opening her mouth to his seeking tongue without hesitation, accepting him automatically as she wrapped her arms around his, savouring the pleasant warmth growing within her each time she felt his cock twitching red hot against her bare skin. Even this alone was a new experience, new data.
Gasping into her and already eager for more, Robin clenched her even tighter against him, his instincts crackling within him as he sought an even stronger reaction, as he sought to hear her own moans in return, to feel her body shuddering against his and to stoke an even greater wetness between her legs… Instead, as the seconds turned into minutes and as Miriel willingly accepted his caresses, he found a small mote of frustration growing within him.
Even as tightly as he held her against him, even as his hands ran hot over her back and his length ground hard into her thigh, kissing Miriel, holding her like this, none of it was like anything he’d experienced before. No matter how similar his actions were, or how familiar the act was, among all the women he’d bedded so far, she was, somehow, entirely unique.
‘What…?’
Her lips were soft and warm, her tongue was accepting and her entire body was melting comfortably into his embrace, everything about her, from the way she gripped him to the way she pushed herself against her, it all spoke of her eagerness, her excitement… And yet… And yet, it was almost entirely mechanical, somehow no matter how they ground together, still he could feel only the barest spark of passion from the mage. It was as if she had memories every page and chapter of a “How to Kiss” book and was following it to the letter, as if her very actions now were in accordance to a script.
His mind spun, could this truly be normal for her? Even for Miriel that seemed wrong, it seemed as if th-
“Ahhnng.” Jolting him from his half-completed thoughts, she pushed him away with a small moan, wriggling from his arms and turning toward the bed, her smooth round ass bouncing enticingly with each step. “Well done. That was…pleasing.”
“Heh.” Robin grinned dangerously, a competitive fire sparking angrily within him as his suspicions were concluded and a new plan began to form. He could feel it now, the raging billows through his soul, the same driving blaze that had sent him to Tharja’s arms and which he’d thought finally smothered in Lissa’s embrace, once more the blaze burned comfortably through his soul. His instincts, his pride, did not enjoy being toyed with.
“Now then.” Miriel continued, sucking in a series of quick, calming, breaths as she turned to face him. “That should be sufficient foreplay. I have become moderately aroused.” A small glistening sheen between her legs told the truth of that statement. “To assist in the next stage, I believe the book I gave you should have detailed a spell for lubrica- OHAA!?”
Shrieking in surprise, again, her analysis was abruptly cut off- forcefully this time, as Robin suddenly jammed her Wizard’s hat back atop her head, pulling it firmly down onto her before wrapping his arms tight around her hips.
“W-What is-” She gasped, her chest jolting again as she felt herself leaning against him once more, her body automatically moulding against his and his chest pressing hot against her heaving breasts. “What is the meaning of this?”
“You look cute with your hat on.” He answered simply, mouth curled into a confident smirk.
“I-Is that so? Well, I supp-suppose that is acceptable.” She stammered uncertainly, only barely getting the words out before he captured her lips once more with his own, sliding his arms lower as he did so, taking a firm hold of her soft, round ass and pressing his body, hard and naked, into her. “Mmmaahha.”
Groaning into her mouth and cupping her smooth flesh with his palms, Robin moved forward, lifting her into the air, grinding her
Groaning into her mouth as his palms cupped her smooth flesh, Robin moved forward, jolting her into the air and grinding her pussy directly against his pulsing length. Savouring the feeling, holding her so tight against him, for just a moment he moved forward, cradling her into his arms he raised her up and carried her onto the bed- giving her one last moment, just long enough to feel her body shudder against him, before laying her gently down, easing her legs wide with her knees and spreading the voluptuous scientist naked before him.
“A-Haahn.” Miriel gasped, breaking their kiss and letting her head fall backwards onto the mattress, her hands reaching up automatically to secure the brim of her hat carefully under her head.
Admiring the sight before him, he remained still, relishing the fast building tension and in no hurry to relieve it.
“Y-You.” She attempted, pausing for a moment to suck in a deep breath as she quickly schooled her features back to the same placid expression, her experimental manner swiftly returning. “Very well, you may begin.”
And yet, still, despite her open legs and inviting words- as Robin leaned down over her, this time tenderly stroking her face with his fingers and pressing his lips in a slow kiss down her neck… Still, she remained stiff under his touch, even as her chest shuddered with a shaky breath, still her movements were delayed, as if by held back by an instinctive hesitation.
And still, worse, she gave almost no reaction at all to his touch. No response to his gentle ministrations.
Pulling back, he trailed his lips slowly down her neckline, kissing a warm trail of her chest and through the valley between her breasts- Reaching down Miriel rested her hands on his shoulders, neither encouraging nor discouraging his exploration.
Sliding his body down further, he let his fingers drag across the underside of her large mounds, pushing his palms carefully over them and kneading them slowly into her chest, letting the flat of his hands roll across her rock hard nipples- Her breathing quickened slightly, but still she said nothing, still he could see her muscles tensed beneath him.
Laying his shaft across the heat of her entrance, Robin rolled his hips lightly back and forth, letting the full length of his cock slide across her the most sensitive parts of her lips- Shuddering lightly, her breath hitched for a moment, yet still she remained silent.
‘I see.’ The tactician grinned darkly, the fire within him crackling excitedly at the challenge as he finalised his earlier conclusion, realising now what she should have foreseen long before his arrival.
It was simple really, but with all the female attention he’d received lately, he could almost forgive himself for missing it.
He’d never seduced Miriel.
He’d arranged for her to follow him to bed, but he’d never given her a desire to become his. Even with her willingness, the interest she had in experimentation and the desire she held to sleep with him, still some part of her remained stubbornly loyal to her husband- if not sexually, then emotionally.
‘She’s holding herself back. She’s trying not to feel anything.’ He concluded simply. He didn’t doubt she wanted this, that she was, both physically and intellectually, impatient to feel him, he could see that clearly in every shudder she restrained, and in every gasp she stifled. And yet, whether she was aware of it or not, some part of the mage wanted to resist being pleasured by him, some part of her wanted this to be just an act. ‘She’s trying not to give in, not to enjoy herself.’
As a scientist, as a woman, she wanted to experiment with Robin. But, as a wife, she wanted to enjoy herself with Henry.
Robin sighed happily, savouring the tingling pleasure burning within him now, heavier than ever as his cock throbbed rock hard in exhilaration, at the unexpected challenge before him. Of course, he couldn’t possibly accept that, as much for her sake as for his own. Even just thinking about it, trying to imagine attempting unenjoyable, emotionless sex left a painful pit within his stomach, he didn’t want to experience that and he certainly didn’t want to put a friend through it. After everything he’d been through at her side, all the years they’d spent together and the friendship they’d built, he could never allow that, he cared about her far too much for that.
“Miriel.” He whispered, breaking his silence and smiling gently back when her eyes turned questioningly towards him. “Please, don’t worry. I promise, I’ll make sure you enjoy this. I’ll make you happy.”
There wasn’t a single doubt within him now, he could see it clearly within her- the stifled reactions, the tensed muscles and unsteady breaths. He could see her worries writ plain in her eyes, thoughts of Henry and their marriage surrounded her, holding back her pleasure, like the walls to a castle.
But, Robin was no stranger to sieges.
And, staring into her eyes with newfound resolve, he swore to himself, just as he had to her- that if those reservations kept her from enjoying herself, from being happy… Then, as her friend and her lover, he would break down each and every one of them. Every doubt and hesitation within her, all her fortifications, all her defences. He would make her gasp, make her moan, make her cry out in pleasure.
He would make her happy.
And then, he would make her his.
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It took him twenty minutes to make her moan.
“R-Robin.” There was no missing the breathlessness in Miriel’s voice now. “While your efforts are appreciated, I have al-alre…already said, further foreplay is not required.”
Ignoring her, the tactician continued running his tongue slowly along the left side of her abdomen, tracing out the mage’s trim muscles as his fingers danced slow circles along her flat stomach.
His initial touches were simple, yet unrelenting. With his mouth alternating between deep and light kisses across her body, hands caressing her with a gentle passion and his breath tickling warm across her flushed skin, he remained silent, letting the room fill only with her slowly intensifying gasps, taking his time and exploring her top to toe, thoroughly pleasuring every millimetre of her body…
Every part, that was, except where he could feel her yearning for most. Holding himself carefully, just barely above her, Robin left her squirming under him, letting her juices drip wet down her thighs and never quite directly touching her aching pussy.
And slowly, slowly, her shudders came faster, slowly her breathing became shallower and slowly all the tension began to flow from her body. Slowly, she began to not just accept but desire his touch and slowly, her emotionless façade cracked around her, a smouldering passion growing in the crumbling remains. Because, of course, despite her dispassionate personality and regardless of her words, or even her actions. Miriel was a woman too. And right now, she was a woman thirsting for more.
Watching carefully, marvelling at every shudder or sigh the stoic mage couldn’t hold back only redoubled Robin’s resolve, it had taken some time already and would take even more, but he was in no hurry. She wanted this, as badly as he did, all that was left was for her to give in, to finally abandon her stubborn pride and give in to the pleasure.
“H-Haa, Haaa.” Another unsuppressed shiver ran hot through her and now there was no hiding the laboured sounds of her breathing.
Pulling himself further down, he rolled his hands back over her body, running them down her sides and over her hips, finally sliding them around to the small of her back as his tongue teased further inwards, crossing over her waist and trailing slowly across the overly sensitive skin of her thighs.
“A-Haa, hahaaa.” Panting wide eyed, her waist bucked an inch off the bed in an instinctive accommodation as his fingers slid lower, her heart hammering even faster as she felt them wrapping around her ass, firmly squeezing and kneading her soft flesh.
Kissing across her body, carefully keeping his lips at all times no more than a few inches from her throbbing core, Robin could feel her control breaking, her movements coming faster as the desire within her grew and the last vestiges of her self-restraint were sundered by a simple, instinctive need. Twisting and turning under him, Miriel’s legs kicked out involuntarily, trembling uncertainly in the air and now, even without looking, he could imagine just how hard she must be clenching her teeth, how tightly her hands would be clinging to the brim of her hat, as she fought for whatever control she still remembered she possessed.
He wondered if she still remembered why she was holding back, or if she even cared.
“Ah-Ha! H-Haannaa!”
He slid another inch down, even closer to the heat of her entrance, massaging her round ass then suddenly sucking hard directly onto her pelvic bone.
“HA-Haaa, Hangg-!”
Her breath caught in her throat and Robin felt her entire body seize up, her back arching off the bed and all her muscles instantly tensed, as if a jolt of lighting had speared through her. Grasping the initiative, the tactician was merciless, pressing her even harder into her, he dragged his lips right over her hips, kissing the very length of her pelvis.
“GHHA- UGGHHAAA!”
And finally, with her body trembling violently in his arms, Miriel’s resolve finally shattered. Throwing her head back, with her mouth wide open, her moans echoed loud around the room.
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It took him five minutes to make her plead.
“R-Robin, GN-GNaaa, H-Haaa!” Miriel’s moans came unhindered now, louder with each movement the tactician’s tongue made over her flushed skin and stronger each time his breath tickled against her throbbing pussy. “Rob-Robin! I do-don’t understand the purpose of, of these actions.”
He couldn’t blame her confusion, with her juices dripping thick down her thighs, there was no doubt Miriel was easily wet enough to accept him now. Still, taking his time dragging his tongue down the length of her outer lips, the tactician remained silent. Even if he’d wished to, it wasn’t something he could easily explain, he doubted he could even put it into words. It was the fire inside him, the same burning instincts, a competitive thrill and need to dominate he’d always felt. It was stronger than ever now, even with his desires sated and control maintained, still his needs crackled like an inferno within him, always, always he wanted more.
It wasn’t enough for her to simply accept him.
“AU-GHUAAA!” Miriel’s body shuddered again, her hips almost leaping from his grip as his finger pressed gently against her clit. “Hgnaa! Ahhaa.”
She had to need him. To desire him.
“R-Ro-ROBIN!” Again his name tumbled from her lips and again her fingers gripped his hair, tugging uncontrollably each time he sucked tenderly on her labia.
She needed to beg for him.
“Th-This…This is, Robin, I wish….” Desperately forcing back some composure, Miriel tried to force the words out with some manner of calm. “It is di-difficult for me to continue like this. R-Robin! Wa-wait, please. I, I would prefer to feel you… directly.”
Kissing passionately against her clit, still he gave no answer and still he kept from pushing even a single finger inside her- from sating any part of her yearning to be filled. Still, he continued relentlessly teasing her outer lips, and still, he kept her trembling and moaning… Always inches from an orgasm, but always unable to finish.
Miriel’s legs clenched around his head once more, her body shivering and her words only barely heard through her moans. “Your actions, this is a-almost maddening.”
She was close now, so close. He knew there wasn’t long to wait now, only the last few strips of her pride still remained, only a faint echo of her reason still lingered within her. She wanted this, with every fibre of her being, she wanted this. She just needed to accept it. She just needed to ask for it.
A further minute passed, silent save for the mage’s trembling moans, then another after that, but still he remained patient, and still, the ache for release within her only rose, higher and higher, until nothing else existed, until nothing else mattered- nothing but a primal, guttural craving. There was no tension in her anymore, nor an ounce of restraint.
“Robin…”
And finally, with her words dripping with lust and hips trembling before his face, finally Miriel gave in. Finally, she pleaded for more.
“P-Please. Please Robin!”
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It took him one minute to make her submit.
“This is illogical.” She gasped, forcing the words out as her pussy bucked once more against where his cock was pressing hard against her entrance, held in place at her opening and pushing her lips wide around his glans. “I, I have already given my consent.”
“Miriel.” Robin scolded, breathing her name into the base of her neck as he ran fast kisses along her clavicle. “You have to make it clear.”
Her legs tightened around him, but again he pulled back, refusing to allow her to draw him inside her and smirking at the disappointed moan she let out in response.
“Your husband is surely listening.” He whispered, stressing the title and shivering as the fire inside him crackled joyously at his words. He didn’t know where these words were coming from, but they fell easily from his lips regardless. “So, you have to say it clearly. You have to make sure that he knows. You’re not forcing yourself, this isn’t some experiment. You have to say it, exactly what you want.”
“I…” She screwed her eyes closed and a heavy pause settled between them as she examined her feelings. “I feel a strange reluctance.”
“Oh? That’s unlike you.” He pointed out. Miriel didn’t bother with sentimentality and barely worried about emotions, for her, if something was true, it was true.
Her arms were tight around his neck, yet no matter how many times her mouth opened or closed, no sound came out. Another heavy silence filled the room impatiently and Robin held back, waiting, letting her speak, slowly teasing the admission from her- the truth they both knew in this moment.
“I… I desire…” She swallowed, her words almost a whisper. “My, my body appears to be eager for i-intercourse. I wish to feel your phallus in-inside me.”
“Miriel…” He scolded once more, leaning back and placing his hands beside her head, staring down, directly into her eyes, watching as she trembled from the warring emotions within her- lust, nervousness, guilt and pleasure all fighting for control.
Biting her lip, the mage looked away, and another silence passed between them, longer this time, with each second stretched to its breaking point. Letting go of his neck, her hands reached again to the brim of her hat, twisting it in her fingers, frustration and impatience welling like a fire within her. She’d never been teased like this, never been held so close, so firmly against what she wanted, it was more than she’d ever felt before, more than she could take… Until she knew, clearer than she’d ever known anything, that she’d waited so long for this, she couldn’t wait anymore! Not another moment!
“Robin.” Her voice was louder now, any remaining hesitations already overcome by need. “I want you. I want you to fuck me.”
‘Finally.’ He leaned up, his back arching and a blazing pleasure thrumming irresistibly through him. The castle gates were open. Conquest. ‘Finally.’
“Robin!” There was only lust in her voice now. Only need. Her legs squeezed his and her hands clung imploringly to his arms as she begged. “P-Please, please fuck me! I want it!”
“Of course.”
Dropping down to his elbows, Robin rolled his hips over, pushing forward and at long last, smoothly sinking himself inside her.
The first few inches of his cock pushed forward and Miriel’s eyes shot wide in response, her back arching off the bed and hands jolting hard to his back- leaving the mage gripping tight to his shoulder blades, instantly left moaning and panting as she felt her inner walls stretching tight around him.
“Nnghh.” Robin grunted, gritting his teeth and barely pausing a moment to savour her pleasant constriction before sinking a few inches deeper now. “Nhgh!” Soon her walls were wrapped almost vice-like around him, the intensity coming from all sides as he pushed back her innermost walls, moving further inside than she’d ever felt before. His cockhead slowly smoothly forced her eager tunnel wide around him, carving out the untouched territory at the back of her pussy- claiming it for himself.
“Ughaa… Haa, I-I, th-this is…” She babbled senselessly, her words, usually so crisp and certain, now coming out as little more than wanton pants. “G-Good! It’s, it’s amazing!”
Hearing Miriel’s shuddering cries, feeling just how greedily she accepted him, how frantically her body now trembled- reacting in pleasure to every movement he made, the last of Robin’s own self-restraint finally evaporated. Sighing happily, he paused for one last moment, relishing the sight before him, of the Shepherd’s stoic scientist gasping in unfamiliar bliss, he took tight hold of the bedsheets and sucked in a deep breath…
“Ughnngg.”
…Before driving himself forward with a roar! Slamming the rest of his length hard inside her, hilting himself right to the back of her tunnel.
“Ahn-GHUUAAAAAAAAAA!”
Shrieking a wild yell, Miriel’s entire body clenched instantly tight around him, her fingers digging hard into his shoulders and legs clenching wantonly around him as her body was rocketed abruptly over her long awaited peak! Screaming and thrashing, in that moment, her every thought, her every rationality was all destroyed and all replaced instead with a singular, primal need. An impossibly strong ache she’d never known before, the knowledge that she needed this, that she would always need this- the feeling of surrendering like this, of feeling him filling her, being stuffed full with his length.
“Mghaaa.” Robin moaned, leaning back with a happy smile as her pussy pulsed tight around the entirety of his shaft, groaning as her body trembled under him, her pussy squeezing almost painfully as the aftershocks of her orgasm speared through her.
“I-Ah, I…” Mouth open and eyes blank, Miriel’s words trailed away as he slowly settled himself comfortably within her, rocking gently back and forth against the deepest recesses of her body. “That…”
Letting her adjust to feeling her pussy moulded around the shape of his cock, Robin contented himself holding in place, stroking his fingers teasingly along her neck for the next few minutes as he watched the light slowly returning to the mage’s eyes.
“Fascinating.” She breathed finally, her face flushed in a heady blush and her face plastered in an uncharacteristic giddy smile as she weakly reached up to re-adjust her glasses once more. “I-Ahng, I believe your phall- …your cock is pressed, gnng, directly against my posterior fornix. Haahn, that is, that is not something I thought possible.”
“Oh?” He smirked, unable to help but enjoy the sight of the usually straight-laced mage losing even the barest façade of a scientific demeanour, her voice was quaking with unrestrained pleasure now. “That’s a good thing?”
“It’s… I have ngh, never felt the like. To imagine that I would reach orgasm simply from inser-” Cutting herself off with a small smile, Miriel’s analysis was interrupted for the third time this night, but instead, this time, by herself with a sudden realisation she had no desire for any more discussion. Smiling wantonly back up at the tactician, her arms reached out, locking around his neck and pulling his lips hungrily down to hers, leaning forward into him their tongues met this time in an unquestionably passionate embrace.
“Mmah, m-more.” She begged once more, kissing him with thoughtless desire and already shaking her hips back against his, desperately rocking his length back and forth within her slick tunnel. “More.”
Laughing in reply, Robin needed no further inducements. Leaning heavily against her, he dragged the full length of his cock back through her pussy, grinning maliciously at the sight of her head falling back, mouth open wide in a shuddering moan. “You’ve been asking for it all this time.” He accused. “You can’t wait, can you?”
“I-I, UGH-GHAAAAA!” His cock drove back into her and Miriel’s answer turned into a scream, her cries echoing loud around the room as he pulled himself out once more, driving roughly back in a second later. Groaning and gasping, he didn’t bother waiting for her response, quickly building to a fast rhythm until he was soon pouring himself wildly into her, slamming his cock hard against the back of her tunnel and stretching the very limits of her deepest walls, again and again, over and over. “GHN-R-Ro-ROBIN! W-Wai, wait, th-AIGHAAA!”
Her joyous cries filled the room and despite how desperately tight her pussy remained around him, sucking against him as if she refused to be without him, the only tension in the mage’s body was her lust for him. All resistance, all reluctance or hesitation she’d held had been completely replaced. There wasn’t a single reason to hold back, nor a single argument for going easy. He wanted this. She wanted this. It was all that was left, the most basic of human desires, a simple primeval need.
“You-ghna, You love it, don’t you?” He grunted, gasping as her walls pulled even tighter around him in response, her waist rising against him as if she refused to let him go. “Is this what you wanted? Wh-gnaaa, what you came here for?”
A pause, her eyes screwed closed, her mouth opened, and for a moment no answer came out. The same “strange” reluctance she’d mentioned earlier, proof that despite her personality, no matter her disposition, Miriel was still a woman, she was still a wife.
“Y-YES! YES!” The admission came a second later, her body arcing off the bed with the words and her legs locking even tighter around him, pulling his cock as deep inside her as possible.
Ultimately, perhaps more than anything else, Miriel defined herself by truth and results. She was, in many ways, the most honest of all the Shepherds.
“M-MORE! YES!” She screamed, again and again, begging for more with each time his cock slammed against the same spot at the back of her pussy, with each time his glans scraped forcefully along all her weakest spots. “YeeEES! Ke-Keep ggn, keep going! Yes! I-I’m, I’m going to, I’m! RobIIINNNNN!”
Again her body clenched tight around him and again he was sent gasping as he felt her pussy pulsing desperately around him, her walls gripping manically across his entire length. “Nngghaa!” He grunted in response, his own breathing coming faster now as the fire inside grew ever hotter, his blazing needs crackling furiously through his soul.
Miriel’s head fell away from him, thrown to the side with mouth agape and tongue frantically panting for breath as she came hard. But Robin didn’t pause for even a single beat this time. “Hngaa, Miriel, yeah, th-that’s good!” Even with her mind lost to the pleasure, her walls were milking him harder than ever, her hips shuddering automatically in time to his movements, her body having long since accepted his lead.
Gods! It all felt so good, too good! Better than he’d ever expected from the serious, expressionless scientist! After all the teasing and all the anticipation, feeling her surrendering to him like this, seeing Miriel- of all people, utterly lost in pleasure, was exhilarating almost beyond belief and already he could feel his own peak rising fast in response. “Gods!” He repeated, feeling his release coming faster with each time the stoic mage’s fingers dug into his back, harder with each time he saw the dazed look in her eyes and stronger with each scream she cried, her enviable vocabulary now reduced to little more than pants and moans.
Whether the time passed in minutes or seconds, Robin couldn’t tell, with the fire inside him burning away any restraint, his hard fought control faded faster than ever before! He couldn’t stop, he couldn’t even slow down, his mind, his very existence was filled with him and, with the incredible sensation of his cock slamming hard into her deepest walls, feeling it being milked and sucked by her entire tunnel. His own peak built inexorably within him.
It shouldn’t feel this good. She was his friend’s wife. Her husband was surely hearing them fuck right now. Gods! This was crazy! Even for how insane his life had become since his resurrection, this was messed up beyond belief. Just a few short weeks ago it would have been outside his wildest imagination, but now…
Now, none of that mattered.
Right now, in the entire world, only one thing mattered.
“M-Miriel! GHNG, I’m getti-I’m gonna cum!”
Her faded eyes shot wide in response, but with her mouth already wide open in a guttural moan and hips bucking frantically against his, she couldn’t possibly force an answer out.
“Ahgn, y-you got even tighter, the, the moment I said that!” He taunted her once again. The words came without a thought, without any plan, spurred on only by the crushing instincts within him. “That excites you, doesn’t it! That’s what you want to feel? You want to feel me cum inside you!”
Once again she hesitated…but this time, it was only for the barest possible moment, only long enough for her body to jolt against him, a violent shudder of anticipation pulling her hips from the bed and her legs locking desperately around his waist, driving him as deep within her as she could possibly take.
“YES!”
His release exploded, his cock jolting upwards and pressing forcefully against her cervix this time. “Ungh-GUUUUUAAA!” Jet after jet of thick, hot cum erupted directly into her room, flooding it instantly as her pussy suddenly constricted around him, automatically milking every last drop of his load as it sprayed roughly across her innermost walls, until every last inch of her tunnel was painted with his seed.
With her eyes rolled back in her head and lips pursed in a silent scream, Miriel’s body remained locked tight around him, sheer instinct alone driving her as she attempted to wring everything from him, the feeling of his release already searing through her and driving her far beyond anything she could have possibly imagined. She’d came hard, the moment she’d spoken, the first orgasm slamming into her like a thunderbolt and then again, and again, over and over, smaller but with no less intensity, she peaked, each time his cock twitched and unloaded within her.
Lost in bliss, without a single thought, it wasn’t until almost a minute later that she finally unlatched herself from him, falling dizzily back into the mattress as the adrenaline within her slowly faded, the scorching pleasure still ebbing within her as she slowly regained her bearings.
“My…” She breathed, chest heaving as her head slumped to the side, relaxing into the soft mattress. “That was…Fascinating. I-Incredible even.”
“Mmmm.” Robin agreed, groaning in satisfaction and taking a small moment to savour the afterglow as he slowly pulled out, dragging his length still hard from between her legs. “Yeah… Yeah, it really was. It was, you were amazing.”
Blinking in surprise at his sudden withdrawal, Miriel wasn’t given a moment to respond. “O-Ohha?” She squeaked, feeling him take firm hold of her waist, turning her carefully over to her stomach and raising her hips off the bed.
“Yeah.” He laughed, wasting no time in aligning himself back at her entrance, rolling his shoulders and giving her a second to prepare before smoothly pushing back into her soaked pussy. “That was an incredible warm up.”
“O-OhAHNNGGGA!”
Grabbing tight to her hat with a cry, Miriel fell face forwards into the bed, burying her head in the covers as Robin’s cock pushed her smoothly forward. Her mind was still spinning and her body was still tingling with pleasure, almost overloaded from the previous intensity… And yet, her hips were already in motion, sliding back against Robin’s slower thrust and eagerly taking his length within her once more. There was a fire she could feel burning within her now, an ache for more that came from her very soul.
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It took him two hours to make her his.
“Ungaa…” Falling from Robin’s lap, Miriel slid forward, collapsing facedown onto the bed with a weak moan, only barely retaining enough presence of mind to notice the tactician finally relaxing as he slumped heavily down beside her.
Both her hat and glasses had been lost sometime during the night, and so, now without a trace of clothing, with her face deeply flushed, her auburn hair thoroughly messed up and tongue hanging limply from her mouth, Miriel had lost every ounce of her usual decorum. Utterly dishevelled, plastered in sweat, drooling saliva and with her body coated inside and out with the tactician’s cum, she looked nothing like the emotionless scientist the Shepherds had known for so many years- it was a sight no-one had seen before, one a distant voice in the back of her head told her, that only Robin was worthy of seeing.
“Mmmmaaah.” She sighed, her body still shivering from the residual pleasure as the hours’ worth of bliss spent in his arms continuing to thrum gently through her. It was a heady sensation, one that somehow filled her with a deep sense of satisfaction and contentment, the kind she’d only ever felt before for fleeting moments following a scientific breakthrough.
Her body shuddered once more, tingling with the thought and another soft moan slipped unhindered past her lips as she sank further into the mattress, finding herself enjoying the wanton pleasure of soaking in Robin’s seed. It was warm and pleasant across her back and over her breasts, it was thick and sticky down her throat, but more than any of that, she savoured the feeling of it dripping from both her holes, the sensation of his multiple releases running thick down her thighs and pooling beneath her.
It was a comforting delight she’d never expected, yet another new sensation in a night that had been full of them. “Ungmmmmmm.”
Miriel had considered anal sex before, of course. She’d even discussed it with Henry once, outlining the details and compiling a report on the practice… However, her conclusion had been against it and she’d always dismissed it as an unnecessary and pointless task. Now, however, after receiving three loads deep within her pussy and two more in her previously-virgin ass, she had already thoroughly reconsidered that conclusion.
‘The feeling of being... entirely filled, of being thoroughly taken. Is not to be underestimated.’
A slight guilt tugged distantly at her, reminding her that it had been with Robin and not Henry she’d made this discovery. But she couldn’t find any scientific merit in that worry, so she dismissed it. It was the knowledge that was important after all, not the partner she learned it with.
“Robin.” She spoke, rolling over to face the tactician as she tested her voice. A new conclusion was becoming apparent as her she re-considered the night’s events. “I believe that I made a miscalculation.”
“Oh?” He hummed, her words knocking him from his own pleasant daze.
“Yes. I had assumed, given your bachelorhood and my assumptions of your character, that you were a virgin. Ergo, the book I provided you. I wished to facilitate your knowledge in sexual satisfaction, for both our sakes.” She paused, and Robin couldn’t help but smile as he saw her eyes light up, her face flushing again as she spoke. “I, after your… Your performance… I believe my assumptions were in error.”
“Miriel, what’re you talking about?” He laughed, reaching a hand under her and pulling the mage’s light body into his arms. “I read that book of yours from cover to cover.”
“O-Oh?”
It was a lie, but from the way she snuggled warmly against him, he knew it was one that made her happy.
“Heh.” He chuckled, smiling at the sight of her settling gently into his embrace as he reached down and dragged the bedsheets over them. Closing his eyes, he finally relaxed, letting his mind drift away as he soaked in the sheer satisfaction he was feeling.
It was insanity really, when he thought about it, almost beyond belief. The idea that he would sleep with Olivia one day and then Miriel the next, two of the most attractive Shepherds, two almost polar opposites and both married. He should feel terrible about it, he knew, yet even despite himself he couldn’t help but feel a strange pride at the idea of it, his ego glowing as he compared just how eagerly Olivia had been with him, in this same bed, not even a day before. And, that wasn’t even considering his other liaisons, the knowledge that he could have Tharja or Lissa whenever he wanted, or both of them together… And Lucina, of course.
It was incredible, like something out of a dream. It was nothing he’d ever thought he’d wanted, yet something he also knew he was fast growing accustomed to. ‘Is that also part of this, my instincts?’ The idea that this would somehow be normal, that he would find himself as comfortable as he was with such a reckless situation? He didn’t know, he couldn’t know.
All he knew was the taste of it was slowly leaving him wanting more.
The flames within him smouldered appreciatively and somehow, the guilt he knew he should be feeling, wasn’t quite so near.
‘Well…’ He considered, pushing those thoughts from his mind and looking over to where Miriel was already asleep, wrapped securely in his arms. ‘That’s not really so surprising.’ After all, why should he feel guilty? He had Henry’s enthusiastic permission and, after all, he’d done all this to help his friend…hadn’t he?
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The next day, Miriel’s promptness surprised Robin once again.
Having blinked himself awake just in time to see the mage finish gathering her clothes in the morning light, slipping from his office with one last glowing smile in his direction, he hadn’t expected her to return for some time, at least for the rest of the day.
And yet, barely a few hours later, here she was- standing before him once more and this time clutching a thick logbook against her chest as she shut the door behind her. Thankfully, being in the midst of summer, it had been a warm enough morning that Robin had kept the windows open since he’d woken up, so the room wasn’t still suffocating with the smell of sex and sweat.
“Robin.” She began, keeping her usual placid expression in place and nodding a simple greeting before he could say a word. “I wished to report on the results of last night’s experiment.”
“Oh?” He grinned, pushing himself up from his desk and over to her. “That didn’t take long.”
Adjusting her glasses with a slight flush, Miriel faltered a moment. “Er, w-well, do keep in mind, these are only the preliminary findings. Long term viability remains to be seen.”
“Of course.”
“However, I can confirm that the initial response appears to be highly positive.” She added, her eyes shining happily as she found herself back in her element. “My husband described it as a pain unlike any he’d ever felt before. Knowledge of, and participation in, my infidelity seems to have been incomparable to any past experience he has, he stated it to be a truly unique sensation. Judging from his demeanour this morning, it appears to have been easily the most exciting thing to happen to him since our return to Ylisstol.”
Humming, she chewed on her thoughts for another second. “He also claimed to have masturbated five times last night in response. Although, it’s unclear what role that has in our overall conclusion.”
“I… See.” Robin repeated with a wince, not sure just what to think about the idea of Henry getting off from hearing him sleeping with Miriel. He’d accustomed himself to the idea of Tharja watching him with Lucina, but still…
‘Are all dark mages like this?’ At least the wards were back in place now. He’d made sure of that first thing this morning, he had no intention of putting on a repeat performance.
“Therefore, it seems logical that the next step is to track these findings over a repeated study. I wished to make sure you were agreeable to th-”
That was more like it.
“Definitely.” He grinned, closing the distance between them and taking hold of her waist, pulling her smoothly against him.
“I-Ah, R-Robin!” Miriel yelped in surprise, but there was no stiffness in her this time as she fell against him, nor any hesitation as their lips met and this time, as her lips parted and her tongue accepted him into her mouth, they came together in a soft, passionate, morning’s greeting. “Mhmmaa.”
Relaxing into their embrace, her body softened against his, her large breasts pushing heavily into his chest and her hands sliding around his neck, giving into her own desires as she pulled him deeper into her, letting him take control, pushing her carefully back through the room.
It wasn’t until her back came into contact with his desk that she finally pulled away, instantly realising his intentions. “A-Ah. Wa-wait. Robin, I- *ahem*That, that is not why I came here this morning.”
“Oh?” He breathed, sliding his lips down to her neck as his hands moved to squeeze her round ass. Honest or not, it was a little hard to believe her words from the way she was leaning back into the solid weight behind her, nor from the feeling of her legs spreading around his- letting his length press hard into her through their clothes.
“Of, of course not. I came to simply, to organise a schedule that would fit with both our timeta-”
“No.”
“Wh-What?”
“No.” He repeated, his voice firm and unyielding, shifting easily into the same commanding tone he’d used when giving orders so many times before. “No schedule. No rosters”
“I don’t… Robin, surely it is logical to ma-”
“I don’t care how you organise it with Henry.” He had little doubt she had some precise system with her husband, something efficient that would ensure they maintained the minimum marital time for a healthy relationship, without compromising her work. “But, I won’t be just some timeslot in your diary.”
“I…” Caught entirely off guard, Miriel swallowed heavily.
“When you want this, when you want me, you come to me. When I want you, I’ll come to you.” Pausing, he pushed himself harder against her, gripping tight to her ass and lifting her unresisting up to a seated position atop his desk. “And. Right now, I want you.”
Flushing, Miriel looked away. “I, I told Henry that I would be back shortly.” Despite her words, her legs remained open around him and she made no attempt to get down.
“Even better then.” He assured her, reaching out and taking the diary from her hands, flicking it across the room onto the floor. “Think how he’ll feel when you don’t return. He knows you’re with me, he’ll know for certain why you’re late. What you’re doing.”
Reaching back out, he pushed against her shoulders, easing her down onto his desk with an easy smile.
It was something he’d noticed years ago, after the war against Gangrel and something that remained true for any of the Shepherds, even this long after the wars. If ever they were put on the spot, caught off guard or unsure, they always looked to him for instruction. The moment he put away his natural, friendly, persona and talked like their commander once more, they listened.
It was the result of a lifetime of battle, the very same obedient instincts that had so many times saved so many lives on the battlefields…
“V-Very well… That seems logical.”
…And now those same instincts were responsible for the breathless gasp Miriel let out as Robin hiked her dress up over her hips.
They didn’t need a roster, or a schedule. She would come to him now. Whenever she ached for him, whenever she wanted him, whenever her timetable said she was meant to be with her husband. He knew that.
Because she was his now.
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A/N: First off, just as with the Olivia chapter, let me state clearly. I’m not bashing Henry here, even with Robin’s thoughts or doubts about him, he’s still a beloved comrade and someone that risked his life to save the world. He’s a hero, regardless of his reasons. Remember that Robin’s literally breaking his own ethics as he covers up for him, even keeping this from Chrom. So no, Henry isn’t my favourite character, but I don’t have anything against him. Hell, if nothing else, at least he enjoyed himself!
Regardless, this time we had a little more of Robin thinking on his feet! And now, hopefully after seeing this and the previous chapter, and realising they were originally one, you can understand why it took so long getting them out! But, things are gonna move a little faster now, Miriel is all sorted and due to the circumstances of her situation, doesn’t have the same amount of guilt or worries that say, Olivia or Lissa have to work through, so we’re going to go straight into the next girl!
And now, up next… Robin takes up a new hobby, but, does our illustrious tactician really have what it takes to become a Dragon Tamer? Find out next time in “Dragons: Balls Deep!”
In response to feedback:
FatalPhatoon: Hah, well I wouldn't worry too much, something like that certainly can't stay just a dream for too long.
DK12: I don't not take requests, I'm happy to consider any ideas or suggestions anyone has. There's plenty of suggestions people have given me that've made it into this story one way or another already!
LemonyDave: Hah, well I'm glad you stuck around. Hopefully it won't take as long to get the next chapters out! I'm looking forward to Cynthia myself, there's so much I can do with her. Don't worry, she's got a big part to play yet.
Dansama: Hopefully this was fast enough for you! Glad you enjoyed the Maribelle/Lissa scene, there'll be more of that to come for sure.
Guest/Dbrozzon: I'd actually be really interested in hearing why you don't like Cordelia, it sounds like it'd be quite a tale. But either way, I'm flattered that you enjoyed this even despite that dislike (and that you seem to be expecting to drop it haha), that really means a lot, thank you. As for Lissa's growing "lesbianism", well, remember at the end of the dream she pretty much admitted it wasn't the same without Robin around to fill her up. It's less lesbianism and more, wanting to share her fun.
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