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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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Chapter List
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- 12
Bonus – A Return to Form
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Authors Note: Hah! As anyone following along to my weekly updates would be able to tell you, this chapter ended up taking a few weeks longer than expected. Not due to feature creep this time, but simply due to wanting to make sure I did the best job I could with what’s ended up as something of a rather detailed character study. So, this may be a little more in depth from a character examination standpoint than some of my previous chapters. I’ll be interested to hearing what you think of it.
As one final note, I’d just like to share a wonderful note I was sent my of my readers. “I guess you could say that Robin changed his job to being a baker. Why? Cause he makes creampies at 5am!”
Mwahahaha. More like that! Please!
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Sometimes true freedom is the answer you find for yourself, not the answer you always expected it to be, or the answer you always thought it should be.
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Finally, with the evening sun setting red over the golden dunes, the nobles, petitioners and courtiers began to file from the room, each leaving with one final reverent bow towards their watching lord, before finally letting the long day draw slowly to a close.
And, finally, with the audience gone and the King slumping heavily back into his seat- his stoic gaze dissolving into a wary smile and with his eyes the only ones to see her, Olivia began to rise from her place at the foot of the throne.
Her body moved automatically, swaying and sliding, she followed the movements inside her heart without needing thought or any kind of instruction. Guided only by her soul, her very being was open on display in her movements, as if lit by a beacon, her very thought and feeling was all bared with naked honesty. And yet, despite that, she was happy- relieved to be able to simply lose herself in the motions and comforted by the quiet solitude they shared, together as the lord and his dancer.
The palace was unfamiliar. She was dancing in a gilded hall like none she’d ever seen.
So too was her clothing. Wrapped in black and purple, she was covered in thin silks, finer than any she’d ever touched.
But her lord… Dropping to a knee for a moment, before slowly raising herself up, shivering at the feeling of his eyes tracking along her body, Olivia looked up towards him with a happy sigh. She knew this man, her liege, with every fibre of her being.
“You seem to be in a good mood tonight.” Robin chuckled, his eyes sparking as the fatigue cloaking him slowly disappeared, his incredible strength beginning to return once more.
Her heart fluttered at his words, racing at having his attention, but she didn’t speak- she had no need to, her dance said more than she ever could. Picking up the pace, with her arms wrapping tight around her body, her feet glided lightly over the ground. Swaying her hips in a large, lusty circle, her fingers began to unfurl from around her, sliding down and outlining the smooth, sensual curves of her body, leading his eyes across her, from the gentle shake of her breasts around to the tight bounce of her ass.
Heart racing even faster, her toes kicked lightly across the stone floor and her feet glided across the ground. Spinning and weaving across the full length of the room, the silent performance was akin to a cry to the heavens, her actions told a story of contentment and adoration, a fulfilled yearning and a love that had become twinned with worship.
She displayed everything in her motions, letting her dancing speak for her, all the words she could never get right. Her very self was open for him, she had nothing to hide and no reason to do so. Right now, lost in her dancing, the rest of the world faded slowly into the distance and all other thoughts floated away- there was no reason to worry about anything else, no reason to think about anything else, no reason to focus on anything else…anything but him.
“Olivia…” He breathed, not one single movement of hers escaping his notice.
And so, under his watchful eyes, on and on she danced, as the seconds turned into minutes and the sun dipped even lower over the horizon.
She watched as he leaned forward, straightening his back and sitting taller in place as her movements came faster. Flashing a bright smile over her shoulder as she turned away from him, Olivia shook her hips quickly back and forth, trailing her hands roughly down her thighs and tugging the thin silken coverings to the side, a lascivious grin spreading across her face as more of her body was shown to him, her long, toned legs, tight round ass and creamy thighs all bare before him. All for him only.
She watched as the familiar fire burning bright in his eyes once more-, his lips turning into a familiar, hungry smirk as her movements deepened. Slinking with deliberate steps to within a half metre from the throne, she slowly arched herself backward, cupping her generous bust as she leaned almost parallel to the ground. Sliding her fingers below the midnight-black chest wrappings- she ensured he could see every movement she made as her hands began to knead her breasts, moving in long, thick, strokes and filling the silent hall with her quiet moans.
Again and again, she extended her performance, the story of her dance slowly changing as all her emotions were laid open and it instead took on a tone almost akin to religious worship- and still, she didn’t stop. How could she? Just seeing the long day falling from his shoulders filled her with the greatest contentment she’d ever known. Before her sat one of the most important men in the world, a lodestar that entire countries turned to- and, she was his support, the small pillar that gave everything to hold up the giant pantheon, how could she possibly do less than all she could?
He wanted her. He needed her. This magnificent man had use of her… It was with those reminders and the accompanying thrill that never failed to follow them that sent Olivia’s tale into its crescendo. Dropping to the floor as the music inside her exploded into a fever pitch, she slowly let her dance come to an end as she curled herself up tight, into a ball.
Bowing her head in welcome submission and curling her left leg underneath her ass, she withdrew almost herself, pushing all focus and all attention only upon her right leg as she slid it forward, planting it flat upon the warm stone tiles and running her hands adoringly down its length…and, around the beautiful golden shackle that covered her ankle- her most prized possession.
Still curled up on the ground, a light shiver ran down her spine the moment her fingers brushed tenderly over the cool metal and another quiet moan was released into the evening air.
When Robin had company, it would be bound to a thin golden chain, binding her in place at the seat of his throne. But, when they were alone, she would be released- to dance for him, to soothe him…to please him, however she could. The chain came and went at his command, created or dismissed upon his whims with but a simple wave of his hand, but the shackle always remained.
With her eyes lowered reverently toward the floor, she didn’t bother trying to keep her composure, heady smile breaking across her face the moment her fingers traced along the its outline,
With her eyes lowered respectfully toward the floor, she didn’t bother to restrain the smile that broke across her face as her fingers traced a path along the smooth rounded outline, stroking loving across where his markings and crest were engraved deep into the metal. Nothing she owned mattered as much as this, it was a symbol of her place, her role- where she belonged and who she belonged to. It was a reminder, that she was always wanted, that she was always needed. Olivia wore it with more pride than she’d ever worn anything before in her life- all her shoes were open top and none of her dresses nor any of her finery ever hid her right leg from view. All could see, at all times, the proof of his ownership upon her and the immense pride she had at that knowledge.
It was her greatest comfort and the kindest gift anyone had ever given her. No matter where she was or how the world changed, Olivia knew she would never be lonely, she knew she would never be left behind again. It was a reminder, whenever she needed one, of her purpose, her reason to exist and that she belonged to his eyes only. She was his. Always.
“Marvellous.” He breathed, pulling her from her thoughts as he settled back onto the throne with a sigh. “You always know just what I need.”
Heart fluttering again at his words as she smiled gratefully up at the man, she had no doubt of his sincerity. She could see it in the relaxed ease now settled upon his face and, even more so, upon the arousal she could see in him, his thick rod straining hard against his trousers.
Licking her lips as she unfurled from her position, Olivia slunk to the ground, stretching herself out and crawling towards him, her ass shaking from side to side as she crawled towards the throne and her heart racing in excitement as she finally settled between his legs, resting her hands on his thighs and laying her head gently in his lap.
“Then…” She whispered, breathing the words into his clothing as she let her lips lay reverently against his rigid length. “Will you allow me to look after you, my love?”
Even as she spoke the words, her fingers were already in motion, deftly unbuttoning his pants and sliding carefully into his smallclothes. Moving fast enough to satisfy her own burning hunger, but slow enough to allow for his rejection- she was, as ever, at his whims.
“Ah!” Lips pursed into a circle, she let out a quiet gasp as his cock was finally released into her soft hands. Leaning down and laying a loving kiss along its base, a shudder ran both up his length and down her spine. No matter how often she saw it, or how often he let her touch it, always she couldn’t help but marvel at it- from the girth that needed two hands to fully encompass, to the length that had re-shaped her pussy for his private use, even to just the sensation of it lying now along her face, pulsing rock-hard against her… It was, in all senses, just like him, magnificent. “Mmm.”
Running her tongue around his shaft with happy moan, she took her time, kissing slowly up the length as she felt her own juices running thick down her thighs. Right now, under the dying light of the waning sun, Olivia’s world consisted of only the two of them.
His mistresses would complain later, she knew, when they found out she hadn’t invited them, they would call her selfish and accuse her of being greedy with Robin’s affection, again. She couldn’t blame them, she’d made just the same impassioned arguments countless times when it had been her that’d been too late to relieve their liege. She, more than anyone, knew how painful it was to be left out…but right now, she couldn’t care. They weren’t here and her impatience pressed at her far too strongly to ignore. She didn’t have time to get anyone else when her lord needed her right now.
“Ahhm-haaa.” Robin sighed, his hands laying firmly on her head, threading through her hair and urging her on. Humming happily into his cock in response, Olivia’s heart was filled with a contentment only he’d ever provided her. She’d never felt as happy in all her life as she did like this, how had she lived without it? To feel so wanted, so desired and needed- to be owned like this. It was the greatest joy.
Sliding her lips along the underside of his length with a growing hunger, she didn’t doubt once she was doing the right thing. She’d promised his wife she’d always take care of him and she’d promised herself the same. She hadn’t said anything to him, of course, there’d been no need to, he’d never once doubted her service.
“Olivia…” Her name passed her lips once more, echoing around the empty throne room and her own arousal became almost impossible to ignore, the heat between her thighs and the excitement to taste him drowned out all other thoughts to a distant buzz.
Running her tongue, even faster now, around the crown of his cock, she knew, she couldn’t possibly hold back even another moment. Holding him steady in her hands, she rose up higher, her mouth falling wide open as she eagerly gave in to her desires. Leaning down and placing one final kiss atop his glans, her tongue rolled out, guiding him in as she let his glans fill her mouth. “Mmm-”
A sudden, strange, feeling of emptiness washed over her. As if some great need was unfulfilled.
“-Mmah- Ahuh?”
Blinking herself awake into the same familiar bedroom as always, the dream slowly faded. “Ah.” She sighed, stretching out across the bed as the evening light of her thoughts was slowly replaced by the dawning glare of reality, leaving her with a profound feeling of loss as it did so.
“Gods.”
Groaning around as she flipped over onto her back, she could feel her heart racing and her breaths coming in quick gasps, even as the dream began to fade from her mind. She didn’t bother checking how wet she was, the smouldering heat she could feel from her core, the same heat she’d felt ever since first fallen into Robin’s embrace, already told her enough of that story.
And, somehow, none of this was surprising.
Ever since leaving his office the previous day, she’d hardly been able to get the tactician from her mind. She’d spent almost the entire day yesterday locked in a guilty, restless haze, as much dreading the recurring memories of everything they’d done together as relishing them. Having been too fearful of the raging desires to face him again in his office and without any practice scheduled with the Ylissean Exalted, she’d had absolutely nothing else to occupy her mind until exhaustion had finally caught up to her and she’d collapsed.
Breathing a deep sigh and resisting the urge to rub her legs together, Olivia pulled herself to a seated position. With all that considered, it was hardly a surprise that the handsome tactician would haunt her sleeping thoughts too, not when she could feel her whole body aching to be with him once more. ‘It was so vivid.’ Even now, sitting in a guilty puddle of her own juices, the dream didn’t fade easily, she could still remember every detail, every sensation and feeling she’d experienced.
‘At least I kept my clothes on.’ She consoled herself ruefully, that was better than she’d managed to do the last time she’d been around him.
Unfortunately, that compromise came with a stark reminder of just what she’d done instead.
“A-Ah!” She gasped, her mouth dropping and face burning a furious crimson as her mind cleared and she quite clearly pictured herself crawling across the room towards him, she could easily remember how she’d pulled his cock, hard, from his pants and…and… “Oh, oh my.” Mind reeling, Olivia’s blush burned even brighter, there was no way she could help but imagine it now, the way she’d been kneeling before him, how happily she’d been, holding his shaft tight in her hands and, and, how eagerly she’d began to swallow it… Even now, her body pulsed with a dull disappointment at being denied the ability to taste him.
“Gods!” She repeated, shaking her head as the images of her lips wrapped tight around Robin’s cock refused to leave.
It was ridiculous! The very thought of it, of doing something like that, it was like one of the bawdy tales she’d heard in one of the women’s gossip circles, a salacious whisper shared between the female Shepherds…but not something anyone would ever actually do! She’d been furious with Gregor once, when he’d suggested she try it with him, even to this day that remained one of the few times she’d ever gotten angry with her husband. She was meant to be his wife, she’d told him, not his whore. She hadn’t even considered debasing herself like that for a second, she’d been offended that he’d even asked it of her!
That wasn’t the kind of woman she so desperately aspired to be for him, the kind of idea wife she wanted to be. She couldn’t possibly imagine someone like Maribelle or Lucina ever doing such a thing! That wasn’t how a proper woman acted.
Her spinning mind crashed to a halt as an insidious reminder rose once again at the back of her mind… Proper women didn’t dream about other men. Her heart clenched tight with an echo of the same dull guilt that had worn at her over the last day, after everything she’d already done worrying about her respectability now seemed patently ridiculous.
Sighing, Olivia pushed herself to her feet. It seemed keeping him off her mind was going to be even more difficult than she’d feared… The thick cloak still hung warmly around her otherwise naked body was proof enough of that. She’d never intended to sleep in it, Gods! She’d never intended to even wear it! Even now, with the urgency of her morning finally giving her the resolve to reluctantly slide the garment reluctantly from her shoulders, she couldn’t explain what had prompted her to slip into it the previous morning… Only that, once she had, she’d found it perilously difficult to remove- somehow just wearing it had provided a strange comfort, a soothe for the ache she felt within her anytime she thought about Robin and about her decision to distance herself from him.
‘No, no. Not now.’ Hanging the cloak back in place over her bedroom chair and pulling on some smallclothes, she hurriedly shook any such thoughts from her mind. Thinking about the tactician, or about any of the time they’d spent together would only send her mind spinning once more. She’d spent almost all of yesterday in a daze as she struggled to process it, but now, with her practice for the Ylissean Exalted starting in a few hours, she finally had something else she could focus on.
Unfortunately, the moment she opened her closet, trying instead to turn her attention towards deciding what to wear for the day, she was struck with an odd sense of unease. Shuffling through her clothes, she soon found herself turning aside her entire collection, once and then again, rifling through them over and over, until with a deep breath, she finally snagged a pale blue dress, a familiar one-piece she’d worn happily a hundred times before. Somehow, it all felt off today, somehow none of her clothes felt quite right. And, as she wrapped the cheap silks over her bare skin, she felt a small mote of frustration growing within her.
Slipping on her shoes only made it worse, and, after walking across the room to examine herself in the mirror, she found herself filled with a profound ache. Frowning deeper, she tried accentuating the outfit a little- tightening the ties around her neck until her large breasts were pulled completely taunt, her nipples straining hard against the cloth. “Hmmm.” Even like this, she still felt somehow undressed. The answer danced right on the edge of her consciousness, just barely out of reach and, unable to quite put her finger on it, the more she looked at her reflection the more the tiny spark of discontent grew. Something was missing.
Undoing some of the fasteners around her waist, baring the smooth curve of her creamy white hips and the barest hint of anything underneath did nothing to help. Neither did her annoyance stop when, after a single moment of flustered hesitation, she tugged at the knot on the side of her panties, letting them fall to her feet and kicking them aside.
“A-Ah!” She gasped, staring in muted shock at her form in the mirror. This was far too far, further than she’d ever gone before, more than she’d ever dared or even dreamed! And yet, it felt…it felt right. Somehow, in that moment she knew, this was what she wanted, this is how she wished to present herself. “Hhaaa.” She groaned angrily, even despite that, no matter how she adjusted her outfit, she could only frown. Something was wrong. It was as if all the colours on a painting were slightly muted, or as if a song was sung one octave off key, just the subtle, tugging knowledge within her telling her she was undressed, that she couldn’t possibly go out like this.
Pursing her lips in frustration she turned away, glad at least to have something else on her mind as she looked around her room for further inspiration.
It wasn’t until several minutes and a handful of failed attempts later, when, after searching through an old box, Olivia found a thick golden bangle she’d almost forgotten about, one she hadn’t worn in years, not since long before she’d been married. “Ahhhh.” She sighed in momentary relief as it slipped comfortingly in place around her right ankle.
The frustration had abated slightly.
It wasn’t the same. It still wasn’t quite right and not quite what she needed.
But, for some reason, the added weight around her leg felt intimately familiar, and she felt a little better all the same.
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It was early morning in Ylisstol, barely a few hours past dawn. With the sun’s rays still barely cresting over the horizon, most of the populace remained blissfully asleep, the city belonging, for now, only to a select few. Fishers and merchants were plying their trade along the waterfront, Frederick was jogging around the castle, Robin was watching with a satisfied smirk as Miriel stumbled out of his office, and Olivia, Olivia was dancing.
With practice not due to begin for several more hours, the studio was deserted. Soon enough, it would be a hub of energy and excitement as throngs of performers, assistants and coaches all prepared for the upcoming festival season, but, for now, the halls were empty, the costumes packed away and the floors polished clean. It was quiet, peaceful and serene, and for now at least, it belonged only to her.
At first her movements were hesitant and slow as her thoughts spun around everything that had happened, delayed by memories of the last dance she’d performed. But, slowly, in the quiet tranquillity of the empty stage, she relaxed. Setting her mind free and casting her worries aside, Olivia twisted and turned around the empty hall, her movements coming without direction, following only the slow thrumming beat she could feel within her soul.
Even with all the thousand dances she’d learned, the hundreds of routines and countless variants, dancing like this was what she always preferred to return to- a complete freeform expression. Swaying and turning, tumbling and shaking, she danced without thought, will or intention, creating each step only as she did it. Unguided and unfettered, this was how she displayed outwardly everything she felt inside her, everything she thought and everything she was always too embarrassed to speak aloud. Her other dances told stories, wove tales or showcased emotions, but dancing like this, following her heart’s rhythm, was how she spoke, privately, about herself.
Even if no-one saw it. Even if she couldn’t bear the idea of anyone ever seeing it. This, more than any other performance she knew, was her dance.
Her movements came faster and easier she accustomed herself again to the comfortable solitude of the empty studio and, slowly, as the seconds turned into minutes and the last of her hesitations drifted away, slowly her mind returned once more to that night, to everything she’d restrained herself from thinking about and to the warm, comforted feeling she’d felt, waking up in the tactician’s cloak.
‘Ah!’
Her thoughts were suddenly jolted as the full implications of that memory struck her. ‘I have… I have his cloak!’ Suddenly thinking about it now, she could scarcely believe it, Robin’s cloak was his most treasured possession! It was the only memento he had of the life he’d lived before he’d joined the Shepherds, in all the time she’d known him, through three long wars, she didn’t think she’d once seen him even let it out of his sight before, it had even been important enough that not only had his future-self gifted it to his only daughter, but she- Lucina’s daughter and Princess of Ylisse- had worn it unceasingly, treasuring it no less than he had.
‘Robin, Robin gave me his cloak!’ The explosion of warmth in her chest was unmistakable, so to was the way her feet picked up, skimming across the polished floors of the dance-hall so fast she seemed almost to be floating. He’d clearly wanted her to have it, he’d stopped her from picking up her own clothes and wrapped it tight around her. That had been the second time she’d been wrapped in its warmth. The smouldering fire within her sparked anew at that memory, her cheeks heating up as a giddy smile broke across her face. She didn’t think she’d ever been entrusted with something so valuable in all her life.
‘I…’ Her movements slowed and her hips began to sway slowly from side to side as her mind turned over one final conclusion. ‘Of course, I have to return it. I have to give it back to him.’
And not only that. More importantly than that- ‘I have to see him. Tonight, today. I have to give it back to him today.’ Breathing faster, Olivia was suddenly spinning in place, her hands reaching out towards the distant ceiling and body thrumming with adrenaline as a rush of excitement surged through her.
She couldn’t possibly delay. Even aside from how valuable the cloak was, just the fact that it was in her house was an unthinkable risk, and worse! There was also the fact that it meant he also had her clothes, still in his office! What if someone else found them? How would she possibly explain that, her outfit left behind in Robin’s office? Or his cloak hanging in her house! Even if she was planning on telling Gregor about what had happened, that wasn’t how she wanted to begin the conversation! She couldn’t possibly let that happen, it would be terrible, she wouldn’t be able to even face him!
‘I have to see him again.’ The thought repeated in her mind as her fingers traced a teasing trail down her stomach, matching the rhythm of her hips as her tight ass swung in a husky circle. ‘B-Back to his office. Back to him. To R-Robin.’ There was no other option, she couldn’t hang onto it and she certainly couldn’t ask anyone else to return it for her, how would she possibly explain having it, or him having her clothes?
Biting her lip nervously, her mind returned to her original plan, the one she’d made without any real thought at the end of a restless night. She could see now it had been nothing but fear, just a reaction to what had happened- she’d planned to avoid him, to keep herself away from him as long as possible. She’d already done so for one day...she’d left him alone, surrounded by all his work and all his worries, without her there to help him, probably with no idea what he’d done wrong… ‘No.’ With her mind working clearer now, she could see how foolish she’d been. That wasn’t an option, she couldn’t possibly do that, even if she had wanted to.
‘Naga.’ She swallowed, spreading her arms wide around her, leading her body onwards as she spun, twisting and leaping across the room, each movement coming with renewed energy, blazing in time with the flame Robin’s touch had lit inside her, as if revelling in some unbound thrill, an excitement withheld till now.
She had no choice. She had to give up the plan she’d made. She had to return his cloak and get her own clothes back.
She should be terrified, worried, frustrated, or at least anxious.
But she wasn’t. She wasn’t any of those things. She couldn’t possibly deny the warmth inside her, the happiness and joy she could feel flowing from her body with every step, every vault and turn.
‘Because, I love him.’
She didn’t try deny it any further. It wasn’t possible. Lying motionless in the quiet and cold of her apartment, left alone and abandoned with her guilt, she’d been able to downplay what she’d felt as nothing but an infatuation and what they’d shared as just a mistak-, as a mist-, a…
“Hehe.”
Her laughter came easily, far easier than it should have. Ringing cheerfully around the warm halls of her stage, the sound of it filled the air with the same lightness she could feel inside her now- the same spark she’d felt ever since the moment she’d finally accepted him inside her. He’d left something with her then, she knew, some small piece of himself. She could feel the truth of that right down to her soul, she could feel it in her dance, from the way her hands wrapped tight around herself to the way her entire body shivered with the memory. He'd claimed her as his own and changed her destiny forever.
‘I’ve fallen in love with him.’
It wasn’t a simple infatuation, nor some commiseration between friends. She’d known Robin for years now and thought him a close friend for almost as long, but, these last few weeks, working with him and being so close to him… she felt like now, now she truly knew him, like no-one else did. She’d seen how hard he worked, she’d seen his strengths and weaknesses, the tired face he wore when the day drew to a close and even he couldn’t bear to lift his pen a moment longer. He’d opened himself up to her and she knew she’d seen a side of him no-one else had ever seen. He’d shown her everything, he hadn’t hidden anything from her… The Grandmaster Tactician of Ylisse, the Right Hand of the Exalt, the Godkiller, he’d accepted her into his life and let her support him with everything she had.
‘And, that’s…that’s what I want. That’s all I want.’
For almost as long as she could remember, dancing had been her life, it had been the only reason she had to exist. She’d been born alone and unwanted into a world where she’d had nothing to offer. Without strength, willpower, or purpose, dancing had been the only thing that had left her stand out, the only reason for her to be alive. For almost as long as she could remember, it was the only thing she had. All her hopes, all her dreams- performing on the grandest stages, gaining the adoration of the widest crowd… Everything she’d fantasised about, everything Robin had gifted her, it had all just been a desperate yearning to mean something, as a way for her to be something, as a way to matter. She’d wanted to be a famous performer, a name on everyone’s lips, a beloved entertainer, she’d wanted to be someone important.
And then, the war had come and the Shepherds had changed that.
She’d mattered to them no matter if she was offering a simple dance to a single exhausted soldier, or an elaborate performance deep among the hearts of their formations. She’d helped them, she’d truly been part of them, part of something great! Being with the Shepherds had changed everything she’d thought, everything she’d believed! And then…and then, the war had ended and their lives all moved on. And Olivia had been left once more dancing only for entertainment, living only for fame and coin.
And she’d felt hollow ever since.
She’d tried, for years, to fill that void in her role as a wife, as a partner and mother. She’d thrown herself into it with an almost frantic desperation, trying to be the best she possibly could for the people she loved the most. But, Gregor was self-sufficient, he was a great man and a reliable one, all she’d been able to offer was to make his life easier, she hadn’t helped him do anything he couldn’t already do. He loved his drinking and his camaraderie, she could do nothing but help pay for that. Was it really so surprising that he sought her out only for a convenient meal and warm bed? What else could such an inadequate wife offer her husband? The same was true of Inigo, for all his fragile outer-shell, she knew her son had an inner core as strong as iron. He’d lived through experiences she couldn’t even imagine and was still smiling to this day. There was no doubt she was important to him, as important as he was to her, but he didn’t need to be mothered, he only needed her as a symbol, proof that he’d saved the future and his world. So long as she was alive and seemed happy, that was all she could offer him.
She’d ignored those thoughts for years. Without anything else to help her going, clinging to her domestic life had been all she had.
And then, without any warning, Robin had suddenly just given it all back to her, everything she’d missed, everything she’d ached for. One of the most important men in Ylisstol, in the world, had called her to his side and asked for her support. He’d given her a purpose once more, a reason to dance and someone who needed her. It was as if the greys of her world had been doused in colour once more.
How could she possibly not have fallen for that man? A man who so effortlessly made her dreams come true, both spoken and unspoken. A man whose gentle affection had thawed the cold loneliness she hadn’t even realised had surrounded her heart.
Her heart clenched again and she shook her head to the side, struggling with the radiant happiness those memories brought. ‘Supporting him, dancing for a purpose, that’s all I’ve ever wanted.’ The thought repeated in her mind, stronger this time. She still enjoyed dancing for entertainment, she still wanted to perform on the grandest stages, she still wanted to do her best for the Ylissean Exalted, but…
‘But, more than that…’ Her thoughts returned to her dream, still burned vividly into her mind. Most jarring of all was how incredibly happy, how safe she’d felt, seated on the ground like that before Robin’s throne. Shackled to his side like that, she’d been less his lover, more his slave… It should have been a horrible thought, a terrifying idea… But, it wasn’t. Because, her heart knew Robin would always treat her well, no matter what he wished of her, no matter what role he needed her to fulfil. She would be happy, so long as she could support him. ‘If he asked me to go with him, if he needed me to dance just for him. I would.’
He was the only man she’d ever danced for. The only man she ever wanted to dance for. Dancing for fame was nothing like dancing for love.
She would never be able to say any of these thoughts aloud; under normal circumstances, she would barely be able to even think this… But, dancing like this, she couldn’t help but be completely honest with herself, all that she thought and all that she felt was displayed clearly in her movements, and she knew each of those thoughts was undoubtedly true. And, with that knowledge, she could understand now, the joy the she’d felt in that dream, the happiness she’d seen in herself.
Another electric shiver ran down her spine and Olivia’s mouth fell open with a silent gasp as her final truth was finally unveiled.
A purpose. A reason to live. That’s what she’d always wanted, all this time, that was that she’d sought and what she’d thought she’d found, so many times. First with the gypsies that had taken her in, then with Basilio who saved her life, later with the Shepherds and finally with her family, with Gregor and Inigo. Each time she’d thought herself home and each time she’d found that home had turned barren, each time her own use had lasted only so long before she had nothing to offer. Each time she’d thought herself home, she’d found herself worthless. Even without being told so, she knew it, she’d known her own worthlessness all her life.
And now, now she finally saw the answer in Robin and, with her dance showing the honest feelings buried in her heart, she knew the truth she’d never been able to accept until now. She wanted someone who would always need her, someone who she could always support and who would keep her forever at his side. She’d spent so long searching for a home, but that was flawed, she didn’t want somewhere to belong, she wanted someone to belong to. She’d known this already, she’d felt it deep inside her, ever since he’d touched her- ever since he’d claimed her, stolen her away and made her his woman.
It was exactly as she’d seen. She wanted to wear proof that she always had a place at his side. She wanted to wear his symbols and know she was his only private dancer. She wanted to be his. She wanted him to own h-
“Magnificent!”
And, all of a sudden, the tranquil early morning silence was broken as a loud, excited clap began to echo around the theatre.
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“Magnificent. Truly magnificent.”
Heart dropping into her stomach as her dance came to an abrupt halt, Olivia turned to where she could now see Lady Penfold walking towards her from one of the main-hall’s side entrances.
“Ahh!” The matron cried, clenching her fists tight and shaking them into the air. “Olivia, my little mouse. Tell me, Robin, does he drink?”
“I-er…” Of all the questions she hadn’t been expecting, that was near the top. “I, I think so? I’ve seen him dr-drinking beer with the other Shepherds before?”
“Beer? Like a commoner? Phsh.” Her patron scoffed, rolling her eyes in an exaggerated dismissal. “How utterly boorish. And, how very like the man. Very well then, let us see if we cannot improve his tastes a little. I shall have a bottle of my finest whiskey sent to him, directly from my collection.”
Losing all traces of sternness, Lady Penfold shook her head, a wry smile clear upon her lips. “No. Scratch that. I’ll send him an entire case of it. And some wines for good measure.”
“I-ah, I.” Olivia wasn’t quite sure why they were discussing Robin’s drinking habits so early in the morning, but it at least seemed like the other woman wanted to do something nice for the man. “That’s, that’s good?”
“And you. You, Olivia.” Striding purposefully towards her, Lady Penfold covered the distance in seconds, light shining bright in her eyes as she took Olivia’s hands, clasping them desperately in her own. “I’ll give you whatever you wish! Whatever you ask for! Name it, and I’ll make it so!”
“U-Uh, ah… AAAHH!” She squeaked, her eyes shooting wide and entire body going rigid in fear. It was more than she could take, the other woman’s eyes were boring right through her! She wasn’t good at this kind of thing! “A-AH!” Embarrassing! Embarrassing! It was scary! She wanted to run right back to Robin’s office and hide behind his desk!
“Oh, Olivia, Olivia, Olivia!” Thankfully releasing her hands, Lady Penfold stepped away, spinning in a circle and reciting the dancer’s name like a song. “Olivia! You are my little mouse no more! Oh, again and again I underestimate you! And each time you impress me beyond words! You shock me to silence! I’m completely lost for words right now!”
Placing a hand over her heart and attempting to steady her racing breaths, Olivia tried desperately to make sense of what was going on, she was getting more confused by the moment and the verbose noble’s baffling claim of muteness wasn’t helping matters!
“Do you know, I’ve been agonising for weeks now! Sleepless nights, wondering what I should do with you! When we first brought you in I thought to put you in a side act, to test you and to accustom you to the stage, but no! No, nay and no again! I realised instantly I was wrong, that I needed you at the front! That I need you right before my audience, I need them to see you and for you to capture both their hearts and their souls!”
That seemed, well that seemed good? However, just as she raised her hand to try get a word in edgewise, Lady Penfold spun around again, her noble calm completely gone as she pressed her hand to her forehead in apparent despair.
“But! What was I to do? The play for this season has been long since decided and woe, the role for it, I thought, you could never play it! Oh, woe it was, oh, my Olivia! A dancer like a gift from the heavens, a beauty surely able to make even Naga herself fume with jealousy, and so pure, so innocent! Sweet Goddess, if I hadn’t seen the ring, I would never have imagined you married, I can still scarcely believe it!”
“Er…” Frowning, Olivia couldn’t help but feel vaguely offended at that. She was a war veteran, an accomplished fighter, a wife and mother- she’d seen more than her fair share of the horrors and wonders of this world. Even if she was a little…bashful…at times, she didn’t want to be treated like some sheltered virgin priestess, especially not after being married for years! “T-That’s, well, I really think, ah ma’am, that you’re being a little t-”
“And so, I wished for you to lead. But I was struck with worry! I thought to myself, oh, how can my pure little Olivia play such a part? Oh, woe, what am I to do?” Unfortunately, there was no stopping her now, Lady Penfold continued talking right over her. “And I see, again, that I was wrong! I would never have believed it if I had not witnessed it with my own eyes, but your dancing just now, it was perfect!”
Heart hammering at the praise she couldn’t even begin to respond to that.
“Gods! Olivia, it was positively wanton!”
Her mouth fell open. “W-Wha!?” Face blazing painfully red, Olivia instantly turned away, her breath catching in her throat as her whole body seized up in shocked mortification.
“It was shameless, it was lascivious, Naga! It was downright depraved!”
Far too busy looking for a hole she could crawl into and die of embarrassment, Olivia didn’t try speak.
Laughing heartily, her patron didn’t seem to notice her discomfort. “My, my, to bring out such powerful emotions from you. I simply must meet this man of yours one day, he certainly must be quite something!”
And, at last, Olivia’s head stopped spinning as her thoughts returned guiltily back to the tactician- there wasn’t a shadow of the doubt who the man responsible for bringing out such motivations in her was. ‘My man…’ Even despite her horror at being seen in such a state, those words enveloped her like a warm shroud and once more she could feel the fire smouldering at her core being gently stoked.
“He, he really is.” She whispered quietly, placing a hand on her cheek as her face burned anew, for entirely different reasons this time.
Sighing deeply, Lady Penfold finally seemed to calm down. Placing her hands on her hips, she shook her with one final chuckle. “Seeing that in you, seeing you dance like that, I shall say it again- Olivia once more you have surpassed all my expectations. I thought you unsuitable for the leading role I wanted for you, that you were far too innocent to perform it believably or even that you would reject the idea outright. But now, now I have no more doubts of you, not ever. Olivia, I am certain. You must be my star. You must be the leading act.”
“Y-You mean… You, you want me to be-”
“Yes.” Deadly serious, her voice now carried a noble’s absolute command. “You shall become the Plegian Temptress.”
‘The Plegian Temptress.’ Staring in shocked wonder, Olivia dropped back a step, blood draining from her face as her head spun again, replaying the other woman’s words over and over again, sure she must have misheard. The production alone was one of Ylisse’s most famous performances, a star-crossed love story almost as old as the Halidom itself and more storied than any other tale. She’d been humbled just learning she was to be a part of it, and now- now she was to play the main character? The title role? Even in all her wildest imaginings, in all her dreams of fame and glory, she’d never once pictured herself as the Temptress.
She almost laughed. Once again, without even needing to lift a finger himself, Robin had granted her a dream beyond imagining. It was ridiculous how effortlessly he made impossible things seem natural. Without even being present, without speaking a word or taking a single action, just by being in her thoughts, he had offered her this…
“I can’t believe it.” She whispered, the Plegian Temptress was like a tempest, careless and free in ways Olivia had never dreamed herself to be. It was nothing like any part she’d ever played, nor like anything she’d ever thought she could play. She didn’t believe it, she couldn’t possibly believe she could manage such an auspicious role… And yet, before the thought to refuse even germinated in her mind, it was snuffed out. This role, this offer, was due to Robin. And even if she didn’t believe in herself, she believed in Robin with all her soul. “But, if, if you really th-think I could…”
“Ah!” Eyes shining, for a moment Lady Penfold looked ready to explode into joy, and then, barely a second later her features had been masterfully schooled back to her usual stern look, becoming once more the strict matron of the theatre. “Then, in that case, there is one other matter we need to discuss.”
“O-Oh?” Caught flat-footed by the sudden change, Olivia could only blink as the other woman reached out, taking her left hand and holding it up.
“Your ring.” She explained simply, running a finger softly over the golden band. “The Plegian Temptress is a wild creature, a woman unfettered by societies chains, someone who chases after what she wants with an unquenchable passion. She is beholden to no-one and ruled only by her heart and her desires.”
Olivia gulped, silenced by the sheer conviction in her words.
“Until, of course, she finally meets the man she’s truly been looking for, the Ylissean Hero, the first man to ever truly touch her heart, the man who seals her soul with his love until her entire world is full of him. He’s the only man who can make her submit, the one who tames her and holds her forever at his side.”
The smouldering fire burned hotter again in Olivia’s core as the words reverberated through her. She knew all that of course, she was intimately familiar with the tale, but as she heard it aloud her thoughts returned once more to that office and to that silver-haired man. “I-I see.” She gulped.
The Plegian Temptress belonged only to the Ylissean Hero, she couldn’t possibly wear another man’s ring.
“It’s optional, of course. You would hardly be the first to object to it.” Lady Penfold sighed with a grimace. “I can’t say I don’t understand, I’ve been married a time or two myself.”
“O-Oh?” It shouldn’t have been, but somehow that was a surprise.
“Mmhmm. For whatever reason it never quite took.” The other woman shrugged. “Regardless, I understand all the same. The ring is the representation of your vows, to remove it is almost as if you remove them. So, if you refuse this, I would not blame you, it is after-all a purely symbolic gesture. Naga above, if you can dance like you did just now, then I won’t let anyone speak a single word against you! I shall destroy anyone who even dares look twice at you!”
Biting her lip, Olivia dithered. It was a symbolic gesture, but it was an important one. She knew as well as anyone, the tradition had existed almost as long as Ylisse itself, the Plegian Temptress always danced with her hands bared.
“I’ll… I’ll think about it.”
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It was several hours after Miriel left, a little after midday, before Robin got his second visitor of the day- a familiar face poking through his open doorway, her head swivelling left and right to look around the room before she finally stepped inside.
“Ah, Tharja.” He grinned, closing the file he’d been examining, leaning back with an easy smile. “Good afternoon.”
“Good afternoon to you too, my love.” She answered, cheeks tinged red as she closed the door behind her. “I-I ah, brought lunch.”
Eyes going wide at the sight of the covered basket she was now holding up, Robin was on his feet before he even realised it. “Oooh! You cooked Tharja? Now, that is a rare treat!”
A conflicted look passed over her face for a moment, before she sighed. “It’s…it’s Noire’s actually. From last night.” Eyes darkening, she let out a bemused chuckle. “It’s not anything fancy, heh, she’d be mortified if she knew I’d given it to you.”
Laughing, he brushed the comment aside. It wasn’t too surprising really, Tharja would never offer him a substandard meal, Noire just had an almost unreasonably high standard for herself when it came to anything she shared with others.
“I’ll, I’ll cook for you tomorrow.” She promised, looking away with a small pout as he took the basket from her outstretched hands, settling it down on his desk.
“Olivia hasn’t returned yet.” He answered, having guessed what she’d been checking before coming in. The meal, while very welcome, was obviously just an excuse to see him. “Although, I am expecting her within the next few hours, after her practice wraps up.”
“So soon?” Tharja blinked, turning to him with a raised eyebrow.
“Well, I made sure to give her my cloak before she left.”
“Ah! Heh, hehehe.” Tharja chuckled darkly, dropping her head and letting her bangs cover her face as her shoulders shook. “I see.”
“So then…” He gestured toward her, leaning back against his desk and letting the conversation drop. It was nice just to see her, but it was about time they addressed the elephant in the room- that is, the sudden change in her style of clothes.
“I-I thought I’d try a new look.” She explained, her face burning red with uncharacteristic shyness as she spread her hands wide, guiding his eyes down along the contours of her new dress. “Do…do you like it?”
With her head ornament left at home and her hair pulled back loose over her shoulders, that alone was a new look for her. What had truly caught his eyes however, was that rather than the thin bodysuit he was familiar with, today Tharja’s body was wrapped tight around a dark black dress, one that hugged close to her incredible figure- cut low at the front and with a thick slit running down the length of her right leg, it was no less appealing than her previous outfit.
A dark black dress…with two deep purple highlights running in parallel up the length of her dress, from her legs right over her chest to her neck.
The meaning behind this new look couldn’t possibly be more obvious.
“No.”
“W-Wha!?” She balked, eyes wide in shock. “B-But, I-”
The dress was undoubtedly stunning, and combined with Tharja’s incredible body, it gave off an incredible feeling… Or, at least, it would have if just seeing it didn’t fill him with dull pangs of guilt. Robin didn’t know much about fashion, but even his untrained eye could recognise the familiar Ylissean design to it, and even a novice could tell that the material was far thicker than the usual light cloth Tharja wore around her breasts or hips. It was long, elegant, beautiful…and, completely unsuitable to life in a desert.
He sighed. It was undoubtedly a Ylissean style dress, far closer to something Noire might wear than something he’d expect from Tharja.
It had been some time since she’d last been to Plegia and, as a traitor, he doubted she’d ever truly be welcomed there again. With no time to pack or prepare her belongings, she’d given up everything when she’d joined the Shepherds, taking with her little more than a handful of spell books and a single change of clothes. She’d replenished her outfits when they’d overthrown Gangrel, of course, but no matter where they’d gone since- from the mountains of Ferox to the valleys of Valm, no matter the weather, she’d still worn the same Plegian designs.
He, more than anyone else, could understand her. The illogical need to cling to the one last piece of your old life you still had, it was exactly why he’d still held firm to the same old cloak, even after finding out the truth behind it’s symbols. Even despite the passing sneers she got, walking through Ylisstol, it had been all she’d had to hang onto. And now, she was willing to throw that all away, just to try please him? His heart clenched tight, of course she was.
“No.” He repeated, keeping his voice light but firm. “No, I don’t think that design suits you at all.”
Stuck gaping in place, her beautiful violet eyes flashed through a thousand different emotions as Robin stepped slowly towards her- everything from fury to despair.
“Tharja…” He whispered, reaching out and stroking her face, smiling as she melted into his touch. “I know I’ve taken a number of lovers already and I still need to do more. Are you truly feeling this lonely, have I hurt you that badly?”
“N-No!” She shook her head. “Hurt me? No, it’s just-”
“Just that you know Olivia’s going to return to me and that when she does, she’ll be dancing in black and purple. And, you hate the thought that she’ll be openly wearing my colours, instead of you?” He finished for her, it was no mystery what was going on. It was just the same competitiveness she’d shown to Lucina. She hated the thought that one of the other women he was with could do something for him that she couldn’t.
Dropping her eyes, she looked away.
It wasn’t the same. Olivia was a dancer, someone who told stories with her outfits and movements, there was meaning in her changing up her designs like she had, for Tharja to do it, it was just… Nothing but jealousy. A fear of not being special to him anymore.
Releasing her with a bemused sigh, he stepped back. “I thought this might happen.” Despite herself, Tharja was could be rather predicable sometimes.
“Do you remember? Back before we left for the Dragon’s table, we ransacked the Plegian Palace, looking for anything that could help us?” He continued fishing into his pockets. “I managed to recover some stuff from my father’s quarters. Spoils of war I suppose. Notes, books, some trinkets and, this…”
So saying he pulled out a small golden armlet, one to be worn around the upper arm, and pressed it into her surprised hands.
“R-Robin?”
“I can’t be sure, but going from his journals… I believe that belonged to my mother.” He couldn’t be sure of course, even now he had no memories of anything like that, but it certainly explained why a man as focussed as Validar would keep such a simple piece of jewellery. It didn’t have any magic blessings and it wasn’t something Lucina would wear, except as a favour to him. Until now, he hadn’t had any use for it.
Staring at him in shock, Tharja couldn’t even begin to form a reply. They both knew, there was only one other woman he’d ever given jewellery to.
“You don’t need to compete with Olivia or Lucina, or anyone else. You’re never going to just be one of my woman Tharja, none of you will. You’re unique, you’re special to me and you always will be.” He continued, shutting her fingers around the bracelet and stepping back. “If you ever doubt that, just look at this and remember my promise.”
“Y-Your, your promise?”
“Yeah… The one I’ll make right now.”
He’d put a lot of thought into this, he’d debated it back and forth time and again before reaching his conclusion, but still the words came only slowly. Swallowing his suddenly dry mouth, he forced himself to meet her eyes.
“When, when all this is over, when I’ve got myself under control, I’ll tell Lucina. Whatever happens, I’ll make sure she knows.” It was a difficult thought. He wanted to say he didn’t even know how he’d begin to have that conversation, but truthfully, he already had some plans. “And then, whether we get married, or she leaves me, after it’s all done, I’ll… If, if at that time, it’s still what you want, then, after Morgan, I’ll give you a child too.”
He never thought he’d see the day when Tharja, of all people, would reel back from him, her hands flying to her face as she stared, wide eyed in disbelief.
It wasn’t a decision he’d come to easily, he felt terrible just thinking about it. But, if he was honest with himself, he knew it was a decision he’d made long ago, a decision he’d made that night he’d come in desperation to Tharja’s room. She hadn’t made any progress towards Noire’s father by then and him rekindling their relationship had surely sabotaged any chance it may have had. Even if he did let her, he couldn’t possibly imagine Tharja wanting to have a child with any other man, he’d imperilled her daughter’s existence in this timeline ever since the moment he’d taken Tharja into his arms.
He didn’t know how he could ever make it up to the archer, but, for all Tharja had done for him, he could at least give her what he knew she wanted. “I’ll father the Noire of this world.” He promised, so long as Lucina knew, he could accept that.
Eyes pinned to the floor, Tharja’s body trembled. “I-Is this… Is this what L-Lucina feels?”
“Eh?”
“Y-You’re always…Always so kind to me.” She whispered, her voice hitching and breaking, coming out as barely more than a whisper. “Far, far kinder than, than I’ve ever deserved. I-I’m always just… loving you, being in love with you is, is, ahuaa, I-I’m always s-so happy. You, you-”
Stepping forward, Robin collected her gently into his arms, pulling her against him and letting her sob quietly into his shoulder. He knew she hated the thought of him seeing her at anything less than her best, she’d dread the thought of him seeing her crying.
“Shush now.” He answered, rubbing his hands across her back. “You’re always trying to make me happy too, always looking out for me. I don’t know how I ever became so important to you…but, but I’m glad I did.”
“I love you.” She breathed, still pressed tight against him some minutes later, when she trusted herself to speak again. “No matter how many others there are, I’ll always be your woman, I’ll always look after you.”
“Good.” He chuckled softly, reaching up and pulling at the ties around her neck. “Now, c’mon, lets get you out of this.”
Honestly, Robin sighed, the last thing he needed was for his lovers to establish some kind of uniform. As if his job wasn’t hard enough as it was!
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The sun was high in the sky by the time Olivia returned home, thankfully after Lady Penfold left to talk to the director, the rest of the practice was uneventful.
And now, except for the bangle still wrapped comfortingly around her write ankle, she was one again, standing bare naked in-front of her wardrobe, flicking through her clothes with a frustrated frown. “Hmmm.” She was due to see Robin again very soon, and, with no intention of turning up in the now sweaty clothes she’d been training in, she’d taken the time to make sure she was clean washed and freshly scented, just the same as she always did before her work with him…only now, once again she found herself stymied, trying to choose an appropriate outfit.
It was a surprisingly difficult decision; she couldn’t just pick anything after all, she needed to talk to him properly, to apologise for missing work yesterday and return his cloak.
‘And, I’ll have to dance for him too.’ She added internally, rubbing her left leg against the thin golden bangle as she considered that thought. ‘It would be rude to simply turn up and leave.’ That was obvious, she couldn’t do that, not when he must already be so confused and hurt by her actions, and especially not when he surely still needed her assistance.
Her fingers flicked listlessly through her collection once more, trailing against the smooth silks and fine satins she owned, if she was going to perform for Robin, especially after everything that had happened, then she needed to be presentable but, even so, there was no reason she should have any trouble with this, it was no different than any of the other numerous times she’d gotten ready to see him. Before, she’d selected whatever had caught her attention and never given it a second thought, but, even from just looking at them, none of her clothes felt quite right and no matter how many times she leafed through them, the same hesitant frustration filled her.
Except… her foot kicked again at the bangle around her ankle, except there was one possibility that still lingered on her mind…
Using both hands to push all her other outfits aside, Olivia uncovered a single pristine dress, hanging alone on the back wall of the closet. Stepping forward with a shy smile, she pulled it into her hands, letting the watery material run softly through her fingers. Made from the finest Chon’sin silk and cut in a distinctly Chon’sinese style it was clear from a glance that this was far more elaborate than any of her other clothes.
It was a complete outfit, consisting of a pure white bodysuit, one that would cut off just atop her breasts and wrap tight around her body, as well as a matching pair of white fingerless gloves that would run right to her shoulders, a thin silken collar to wrap around her neck and even a light veil that would cover her lower face. What made it truly unique though, was the nature of the design- the left side would open up around her abdomen, giving a teasing glance at her bare stomach and proof she wore nothing else under it, while the right side would open up completely over her waist, leaving that side of her hips entirely exposed and her right leg completely open. The dress was long and elegant, sweeping right around her body, to where it split right down her right leg. At rest both would be covered, but when she danced, when she moved, her left leg, clad in a pristine white stocking, would be hidden in a display of modesty while her right leg would be unadorned, both her leg and waist, right to her panties, would be entirely bared for any to see.
A simple gold and blue flower engraved around the waist and another on her opposite shoulder were the only designs it bore, the rest remaining a pure virginal white. It was a dress of contradictions, at once revealing and reserved, conservative and risqué, it was unquestionably the most beautiful piece of clothing she owned and she would look incredible in it.
Would look. She knew all about how she would look in it, but she had never seen even once how it did look on her. It had been custom cut by a tailor recommended by Say’ri herself and yet, Olivia had never worn it even once.
Heaving a conflicted sigh, she released the dress, letting it fall gently back into place.
It had been such a beautiful dream once, one she could still remember even now. She’d purchased it years ago, shortly after Gregor had proposed and when she’d still been riding the high of making wedding preparations. It was far too elaborate and much too revealing for her to say her vows in, of course, she’d never intended that. Instead, she’d been planning to change into it during the reception, and, because only Say’ri even had the barest idea she was even interested in commissioning something for her upcoming nuptials, take their entire squad by surprise with it.
It was to be a bold declaration of her feelings, wearing her heart openly for all to see, a fantasy like something right out of Sumia’s novels.
She had planned to slip quietly away amidst the conversations, returning just when people were staring to worry about her. With all eyes turning toward her and all conversation halted, she would slink confidently into the room, wearing a dress designed in Chon’sin style, a celebration both of their victory over Valm and of the love she’d found during the long war. Then, finally, she would dance -for the first time- for one person, for the man she loved, her husband.
“Tch.” Olivia winced painfully. As beautiful a romantic notion as the idea had been, reality had been far more predictable.
She’d lost her nerve.
Like many of the other Shepherds, they’d had a simple campground wedding, held in a field in Roseanne, catching the last days of summer before they sailed back to a winter in Ylisse. And, of course, in such a simple setting, milling around in a large tent, surrounded by all the friends she knew and loved, such an elaborate dress had felt supremely out of place and, the more she thought about it, the more her planned performance felt like nothing more than self-indulgence… A thought that wasn’t helped by the fact that she went bright red at the thought of the rest of the army seeing her in such a risqué outfit, her head spinning at the idea of them seeing her panties with each shake of her hips.
She still regretted it sometimes, every now and then. Of course, she could see now looking back, her friends would have cheered her on, none of them would have thought anything at all about a dancer wearing such an enticing outfit and, if there was a day to make herself the centre of attention, then surely it must be her own wedding. She could see that now, but at the time her mind and feet had both remained frozen in fear.
And so, the day had passed without ceremony and the dress, known only to herself and the newly crowned Empress, had remained hidden safely in the back of her closet- just the same as it remained now, pristine and untouched, a reminder of her cowardice and of an embarrassingly simple fantasy.
‘But then…’ She sighed, running it through her fingers once more with a wry smile. ‘It’s not as though I could ever sell it.’ In tune with the basic setting of the day, Gregor had worn a simple suit and requested that she wear the same dress she’d worn on the day they’d met- a sweet gesture, but still an outfit she’d worn often both before and since. Even if she’d never put it on, this was the dress she’d brought specifically for her wedding.
In many ways, this was her wedding dress.
“Hmm.” She hummed to herself, lost in thought as she pictured herself in the dress, letting the silks flow through her hands for another few minutes as she drifted away to idle dreams. “It’s so nice… It really would be a shame if it never did get worn…”
‘W-Wait!’ Until a moment later when she suddenly realised what she was thinking. ‘That’s crazy, I should be, I nee- Naga!’
She was going to see Robin. She was getting dressed to meet him. “…I need to be careful.” She breathed, stepping away with a racing breath and frantically grabbing the first outfit she saw. “I should be wearing more clothing, not less.”
‘Naga. I really need to be far more careful.’ She scolded herself, turning away and pulling the other outfit on, barely even taking the time to look at it as she did so. ‘Much, much more careful.’
She should be scared to see him. Madame Penfold’s words and the memories of her dance this morning were still seared hot into her mind, she knew now how dangerous stray thoughts could be. The last time she’d let herself get carried away by her feelings and by her dancing, she’d wound up giving in to her desires and seducing Robin. She couldn’t repeat that. She wouldn’t repeat that. No matter what, her plan hadn’t changed. She would go see Robin, she would keep herself strictly under control, she would support him as a friend- and no more.
“Yeah.” She nodded to herself, tightening the straps around her breasts and hurriedly completing the outfit. “That’s right.” When she looked at it like that, being caught in such an embarrassing way by Lady Penfold had actually been a happy co-incidence, it was a warning to her, that she had to carefully monitor her actions.
Thankfully, she knew that he was too much of a gentleman to ever make a move on her without her instigation. Robin was forthright and trustworthy, she knew he would let their conversations remain on her terms, if she never mentioned what had happened between them…if she never brought it up… Then he wouldn’t either. Her heart ached at the thought, but she knew that ache would pass, and they would both be better for it. Even if she had accepted her feelings for him, that didn’t change the reality that she knew she couldn’t act on them.
No, that she didn’t want to act on them! She corrected herself. She was a married woman and a mother. She’d made her choice years ago, and it hadn’t been Robin. No matter how happy he made her, no matter how safe she felt with him or how fulfilled she’d felt at his side, that could not and would not change.
Her plan was crystal clear once more. She’d used his offer as a chance to practice her dances, try out new steps or to simply dance freely around him, she wouldn’t do that anymore. She would strictly make sure not to get lost in her routine or fall into the supressed desires. Nor would she stay late with him anymore, no matter how much she saw the fatigue piling onto him, she would leave in the early evening, while she was still in full control.
A lonely guilt wrapped around her at that, mixing with the yearning within her, the urge to belong and to be needed throbbed almost painfully through her core, but Olivia ignored it, forcibly pushing down any stray thoughts. She didn’t need to use Robin’s office to practice or to express herself, she had the studio for that. This was a job, one she’d taken to support her friend and comrade, she would treat it as such- she would carefully select her dances and perform them with the same care as if she was dancing on the stage or in a production.
The thought settled within her like a sombre melancholy, but she knew that, at the very minimum, was the price she had to pay for her sins- both to Robin for taking advantage of him, and to Gregor for her infidelity. She was resolved. She was certaint… Sh-She had to be. ‘No matter what. I love Gregor. I married Gregor.’ She’d slipped up once, she wouldn’t do so again. Today would be only proof of that, proof that she was able to supress her desires and push away these unfair feelings she’d somehow developed for the tactician. It only made sense after all, if she could fall in love with him so quickly that she could fall out of love just as quickly. The quickfire, sudden feelings she’d developed for the tactician were nothing compared to the long-burning love she felt for her husband, a time-tested relationship even through its ups and downs. No matter what, Gregor was the man she’d chosen, the man she wanted at her side and the man she wanted to wake up next to each morning.
“Yeah.” She nodded again. “That’s right.” She repeated, promising herself that it was.
Glancing into the mirror and seeing the light peach-coloured outfit she was now wearing brought about another, now familiar, surge of frustration. Biting her lip, she forced down the urge to change, slipping away from the closet and back across her bedroom.
“H-Haaa…”
She should have been scared, worried about what was to come and nervous about the thought of seeing him again, after everything she’d done to him…
…But, as she and grabbed his cloak and took her first steps towards the tactician’s office, the pounding excitement in her heart left no room for anything else.
Sparing one final glance at the beautiful dress, still hanging in the back of her closet, Olivia closed the door behind her with a sigh, already pushing it from her mind.
‘Those colours wouldn’t suit me anyway.’
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“H-Hello Robin, g-good morning.”
Stepping into the tactician’s office with a shy smile, it was all Olivia could to just to keep her breathing steady as all the feeling she’d kept buried inside suddenly welled up all at once, the moment she shut the door behind her. The familiar sights and sensations filled her, instantly dragging out all the memories she’d been trying so hard not to think about.
It had been right here. Just two nights ago… Just two nights ago, she’d seduced him, she’d seduced Robin, the Grandmaster of Ylisse and taken his first time.
‘Gods!’
Face lighting up a bright crimson, her head spun wildly and she was suddenly drowning in the recollection. She could picture it easily, she could remember the entire night, down to the last detail- how could she possibly forget? Just two nights ago, she’d been lying in that bed, her arms tight around Robin’s neck as they kissed, her hips shaking in time with his slow thrusts. Just two nights ago, she’d been bent over that desk, her ass clenched tight in his hand as she screamed, begging him for m-
“O-Olivia!” Thankfully, Robin’s reply knocked her back to reality. “I-Ah! Y-Yes! Good, good morning!”
Their eyes met and the gentle warmth she could see in them slowly cooled her panic, just as it always did. ‘Robin…’ Somehow, just being with him put her at ease. It was the look in his eyes, she’d always thought, the knowledge that he understood you without you even needing to say a word, it never failed to soothe her, especially when she tripped over her sentences.
And yet, even more than that, looking at him now- at the way his own face was quickly turning red, at the similarly awkward smile he was wearing, or the way his eyes kept darting away from hers, only returning a moment later… Her heart shuddered, filling with a warmth and feeling she couldn’t even begin to supress. This was one of the most powerful men in the world, a genius tactician like none other and yet… and yet, here he was, looking so bashful and so, so happy…j-just to see her? The way he was looking at her, the sweet affection in his gaze was unmissable.
Had anyone else ever seen him like this? Had anyone ever seen the confident Grandmaster looking to shy? So clearly vulnerable and open? He was so earnest, it couldn’t possibly be an act. ‘Robin…’ Her heart melted at the sight of it and, in that moment, Olivia knew she’d fallen in love with him all over again.
“I-I’ve got your cloak.” She squeaked, releasing the bag she’d been holding protectively against her chest. “T-Thank you, fo-for lending it to me.”
“O-Oh! Right! Thank you!” He beamed, hesitating a moment before pulling open the bottom door to his desk and retrieving a small black bag of his own. “I’ve, well, I kept your dress here for you.”
Her dress. The dress she’d undone for him. The dress she’d left unwanted on the floor as she’d displayed herself for him. Olivia swallowed heavily. He’d been sitting right there, seated just like that… ‘N-Naga...’ Automatically licking her lips, she pictured it, she couldn’t possibly not- his cock, that thick rod standing out before her, so hard and so long. She could remember every inch of it, feeling it pulsing hot below her, feeling it slowly spreading her open as she’d lowered herself down, stretching her wide an-
“Here you go.”
Blinking in shock and suddenly realising Robin had stood up from his desk and was now right in-front of her, Olivia just barely managed to keep herself from reeling back in shock as she desperately dashed those memories away.
“R-Right.”
They exchanged bags… And, just for a moment, as he took his cloak back, his hand lingered against hers. ‘A-Ahhhmm.’ A soft thrum ran through her body at the contact, his hands were warm, soft and full of the same gentle kindness she’d always known from their tactician.
“A-Ah!”
“E-Er!”
A moment later they both came to their senses and spun around, turning their backs to each other in embarrassment.
‘Gods! Olivia! What are you doing?’ She scolded herself, biting hard onto her lip and angrily forcing the blood down from her cheeks. ‘This is, this is ridiculous!’ They were both acting like, like awkward virgins! That was understandable for Robin, sure, but she-… ‘Gods.’ Is this the effect he had on her? She wondered, her thoughts derailing instantly. Even just being in his presence again, the urge to make him happy was almost overpowering, it felt like she was putty in his han-
‘No.’ Sucking in a deep breath, she slowed her racing heart. ‘No.’ She’d known it would be like this, she’d never expected to be able to avoid the feelings she was fighting or the memories of what they’d done. That didn’t change anything. She had a plan. This was simply the first test.
She was here to help Robin, her job was to support him, to dance for him and assist in the work he had to do. Nothing else. She was married and he would surely fall in love with Lucina. That was fate, or if not, then it was something almost as good.
And so, pushing down any further overly-romantic notions, Olivia settled her bags in the corner of the room, bending slowly at the knees as she prepared herself for the first steps in the Dance of the Forlorn Queen. She already had an entire routine planned out for the day, more than she would need to take her through to early evening. She would dance, just as she had planned, and then, before her control would waver, she would leave.
“Olivia.” His soft voice filled the quiet room. “It really is good to see you. I’m glad you’re here, I really am.”
“Robin.” Already in motion, her answer came from pure instinct, rushing out before she could even think to stop it. “Please, watch me.”
“Of course.”
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Flowing like water, she glided lightly around his office, one routine shifting seamlessly into the next, her every step planned and perfected with the graceful air of a true prodigy. Her movements were perfect, her timing, her balance and even the subtle gestures she allowed, all were as ideal as she’d ever made them…
And yet, still the hollow ache inside her remained.
Few words were spoken between them- she barely trusted herself to speak, and from the piles of work she could see with guilty eyes stacked atop his desk, he was busy enough without her trying to attempt their usual friendly camaraderie. It was a lonely experience, she’d never danced like this for Robin before, performing as if he as nothing more than just another nameless face in a crowd, in all their time together, she’d never felt so stilted around him. She was barely a few metres from his desk, but the distance between them felt like a chasm.
It was hard, harder than she’d ever thought it would possibly be, to hold everything back within her, to deny the desires she’d already accepted and restrain the very nature of her dancing. It was as if she was trapped within her own self, as if everything she felt and thought had to be buried deep within her, as if all she could do was keep the façade going for just one more moment.
But… This was the only way wasn’t it? To save her marriage and her soul while still being able to dance for Robin… To still be needed, and still have somewhere she belonged… Wasn’t this what she wanted?
The hours passed slowly, stretched out in a dully agony as the frustrated yearning roiled and stormed inside her.
Until finally, with the evening sun setting red over the horizon and her feet tapping rhythmically across the warm wooden floor, Olivia’s final dance came to an end and, far too soon, long before she was ready, the day drew slowly to a close.
‘Ah.’
And finally, with Robin slumping heavily back in his seat with a yawn, his tired gaze breaking into a weary smile the moment their eyes met, she began to gather her things and prepare to leave.
Wishing him a quiet goodnight, she could barely force herself to look at him, the goodbye was forced painfully from her, dragged forth with the knowledge that even after she left, he would still be here, for Naga knows how many more hours… The understanding that once again, by her choice, they would both be spending the night alone and forlorn.
But then, just as she made to leave… A strange thing happened.
Somehow, whether she used one hand or both, Olivia found she couldn’t open the door.
It wasn’t locked or enchanted, neither of them had done a thing to it. With both her hands wrapped around the handle, even the barest possible effort would be enough… And yet, no matter how she tried, she couldn’t manage it. Standing stuck in place, the thin golden bangle felt now like a lead weight around her ankle and, as the seconds passed into minutes, she began to realise… She couldn’t hurt him. Not again and not anymore, not after all she’d already done to him and how far she’d fallen for him.
Robin had done so much for her, he’d given her a purpose, he’d cared so kindly for her all this time and she’d never done a single thing for him. She couldn’t stand that, she couldn’t possibly abandon him to the same loneliness she’d felt for so, so long… The same loneliness she knew he must have experienced for even longer, with him being left behind while almost all the other Shepherds had partnered up.
Robin needed her.
‘A-Ahh!’
Those words, a simple reminder, wrapped around her like a comfortable blanket. ‘He needs me…’ And slowly, as they echoed warmly around her head, an image began to form in her mind’s eye- and she could see, a thin, golden chain appearing from around her ankle, stretching taut across the room and held securely in Robin’s hand.
Her body pulsed with an excitement she’d never felt before.
Robin needed her.
And suddenly, as her hesitations fell to the wayside, she understood- it didn’t matter at all how he needed her- dancer, friend, whore, comrade, wife, servant, lover, slave… She didn’t care. The title, the role, none of that mattered, so long as she could help him! So long as she had a place at his side.
Squeezing her eyes closed and trying not to imagine the soft clinking of that wondrous golden chain against the floor, Olivia collapsed heavily against the thick wooden door. Her breath came in short gasps and her heart pounded thunderously, she knew without a doubt, she was standing now on the knife’s edge- her entire future was laid out from this moment… ‘Or, had it been decided, long ago?’
“Olivia…” Robin’s voice cut softly through the oppressive silence, pulled back to reality at the sound, she stiffened. Of course, he couldn’t possibly have missed her acting so strangely.
“I-I have to go.” She whispered in reply, one final gasp of sanity as she stood before an abyss of desires.
A moment passed between them, stretching out into eternity, and all the while she could feel his eyes on her, knowing her, understanding her, seeing right through her, just like he always did. “Do you want to go?”
‘Did she want to go...?’
“Uraagh…” A piteous cry was wrenched unbidden from her lips, half a sob, half a moan, and Olivia was left trembling against the door, heart squeezing painfully in her chest as her stomach tightened itself into furious knots.
This was her plan. Didn’t she want this? Even if it was difficult, even if it was hard, didn’t she also… didn’t she want to leave?
Biting her lip as her body shook once more, she finally released the handle. Collapsing forwards, her chest was pressed hard against the door while her legs remained stuck in place, leaving her round ass pushed out towards the tactician.
‘No.’ The same frustration she’d been fighting rose within her again, crashing through her with such fury she just wanted to scream! ‘I-I don’t want to go!’
A million thoughts, a million doubts and a million desires all rose up within her at once. There was so much she needed to tell him, so much she needed to say, so he could understand! So he would know just how much he meant to her, that she’d never wanted to hurt him, that she had never meant to lead him on… But, she couldn’t, she could never explain anything! She always got flustered and the words never came out right, she couldn’t possibly put into words the feelings she could barely even understand herself, everything she wanted, everything she needed.
Body shaking with heavy breaths, Olivia’s hips slowly slid to the left. And then, a moment later as her waist dipped in a circle, they wove back to the right. And, slowly, with neither conscious thought nor permission, her ass began swaying back and forth in the air. Stretched tight over her tight, round curves by the way she was bent over, the thin silks of her outfit did nothing but outline the creamy white skin they barely hid.
‘I don’t want to be alone!’ She didn’t want to return to another night of painful solitude.
With her strength finally returning, Olivia pushed off the door, turning in place and facing the tactician once more- their eyes met and, unable to keep the nervous smile from her face, she leaned back, leaning against the wood with her feet still planted flat and her hips still rolling slowly back and forth, she began sliding an inch up and down. “A-Ahh.” She gasped, mouth falling open and a thrill running up her spine when she saw the concentration in his eyes, the sheer intensity of his gaze. He was watching her. He was staring at her. He was drinking in her every movement.
‘I don’t want to leave him!’ She didn’t want to abandon him, not again.
Taking her hands from the wall and laying them against her burning cheeks, she dragged her fingers down, along her neck and then over her generous bust. Squeezing her eyes closed as she released a quiet moan, her palms began to knead the pillowy mounds against herself. “H-Haaa.” Gasping again, louder this time, she let go- locking eyes with him as she let her round breasts bounce heavily back into place, Olivia trailed her fingers down the side of her body, tracing them over her swaying hips before finally resting them on the inside of her thighs.
‘I don’t want this, I don’t want to feel so distant from him!’ She didn’t want to spend her days with him dancing a prepared routine, always holding back, forever second guessing herself.
With her hands pressed against the inside of her legs, her hips shook again in a deep, slow circle, her grin returning to the same shy smile as before… And, all the while, their eyes never once broke contact. All the while, Robin watched her. All the while, she saw him watching her.
And still, it didn’t help! None of it helped! Still, the same frustration she’d fought down all day clawed maddeningly at her, still the same needy yearning rose within her, higher and higher, until she couldn’t take it another moment!
‘I don’t…’ She didn’t doubt for a moment the source of her aggravation, she’d known it all along. But, it was only now, under Robin’s unwavering gaze, she finally found the strength to admit it. ‘I, I don’t want to be wearing peach and white!’
It was wrong! Every part of it, it was all wrong! “Uhaagh!” Pushing off the door with another pained cry, Olivia stumbled upright, all semblances of rhythm or movement stilled as desperation finally overtook restraint.
Her shoes were the first to go, kicked halfway across the room, even as her hands tore frantically at her chest-wraps. “H-Haaa!” Panting and shaking, the silks lasted barely a moment under her anger, pulling with all her renewed strength, Olivia ripped the offending clothing to shreds, scattering the tattered scraps unheeded to the floor as her heaving breasts bounced free into warm evening air.
‘Gods!’
Her pants lasted barely another second, clawing and tearing at the fabric, she was barely even comprehending what she was doing, all she knew, all she cared about, was that this wasn’t what she wanted! She couldn’t bear to be dressed like this, to stand before Robin garbed in colours that weren’t his, for even one more second! Toughened through years of combat, Olivia was stronger than she looked, far stronger than a light dancing costume, the waistband was ripped apart, the leggings were torn into strips and even the thin white panties she was wearing underneath were furiously stripped from her body.
And finally… When her large, full breasts were his to see, when her tight, bare pussy was his to examine… Finally, when she was standing before him, wearing only a thin, golden bangle around her legs, Olivia was free.
“H-Haaa.” She sighed, her entire body awash with relief. It was as if, she’d passed through a veil, as if she’d been drowning underwater and had finally broken the surface. The moment the last of the unwanted clothes fell from her body, so too did the last of her frustrations, and the last of her doubts. “H-Hahmmm.” Suddenly everything made sense again.
Her feet moved finally, taking her back into the room, back where she’d always wanted to be. And, at long last, with all her poise and confidence reclaimed, she stood before him and declared for certain what it was she truly wanted.
“I want, I want to dance. I want to dance for you.”
It wasn’t a good explanation but it was all she could manage. Even now, she couldn’t possibly put everything she was feeling, everything she needed him to know, into words.
‘I want to stay. I-I want to feel his eyes on me… I want to know he’s always looking at me.’ Clasping her hands behind her back as she awaited his judgement, Olivia’s entire body was on display for him. From her hard, pink nipples, to the creamy flesh of her trim stomach, right to the shimmering juices, already dripping from her entrance- she had nothing to hide. ‘I want to see the smile on his face, I want to know I’ve helped him, that I’ve eased his worries.’
‘I want to have a purpose again.’ Staring at him now, silently seeking his permission, her bright smile lit up the room, all the love she’d found in him overflowing around her. ‘I want to be needed.’
Her heart skipped a beat as she saw a wide grin break out across the tactician’s face, all his earlier nervousness seeming to have vanished.
“Then, I want the same.” He breathed, leaning back in his seat, his eyes still locked onto hers. “Olivia, I’m a selfish man. It’s not enough to have you just dance in-front of me anymore. I want you do dance for me, only for me. That’s what I’ve been waiting for all afternoon, that’s what I want to see every day.”
Her heart rang like a bell and, as she drew herself up, her arms raised towards the ceiling, she could feel her entire body humming with excitement.
Until finally, at long last, with all her doubts finally cast aside, Olivia began to dance. For him.
“Please.” She begged. “Watch me.”
“Of course.”
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Following the rhythm of her soul, her body moved automatically, swaying and sliding without a thought or need for instructions. Losing herself in the motions, baring her entire body and soul with naked honesty, her steps came with a welcome familiarity, even as she danced them for the first time.
Dropping to a knee before slowly raising herself up in fully display, Olivia turned her eyes, half-lidded and joyful up towards him. Her mouth falling open in a silent gasp as she watched his eyes trailing up and down her bare body, following the movements of her fingers as they traced a slow path across her stomach, rising over her large bust as she stood to full height, cupping the heavy mounds as she leant forward, pushing them out towards him and kneading them softly against herself.
Swaying her hips in deep, lusty circles, she wrapped her arms tight across her chest, keeping them still and drawing his attention down her creamy white skin to where the incredible heat within her had left her juices dripping slick across her thighs.
“Olivia…” Robin breathed her name again, his eyes travelling up and down her frame, never once wavering from her.
On and on she danced, as the seconds turned into minutes and the intensity between them growing quickly with an unimaginable force, until she was certain she’d finally said everything that needed to be said, until she’d told him all about her love, her thanks and all about her yearnings… Until the only thing left in her movements was pure desire.
Feeling the excitement building hot within her, her movements came faster. Turning away from him and beaming a teasing smile over her shoulder, her waist swayed back and forth with a slow tempo. Dragging her hands across her chest, she used them to outline a trail down her hips, pushing them teasingly down to her knees as she bent herself over, arching her body forward and showcasing every last inch of herself to him. Her long, toned legs, her tight, round ass, her creamy, white thighs. All for him only.
Turning once more and slinking to within metre of his desk, just barely out of his reach, her lips fell open in an eager moan as she arched herself back, cupping her breasts and teasing her nipples, as she leant almost parallel to the ground. “Ahhn.” She gasped quietly, an electric shock running through her body the moment she felt his breath against her, the hot air blowing right across her bare skin and teasing her aching pussy. Biting down on her lip to keep from crying out, she savoured the sensation, reaching back with one hand to keep herself steady as she trailed the other down, moving it across her hips with almost agonising slowness as she slowly kept time with the music inside her- rocking back and forth in-front of him with the same smooth motions.
“Robin…” She couldn’t help but breathe his name as she straightened herself back up, holding her finger just barely an inch from her entrance, teasing herself just as much as him. It wouldn’t satisfy her anyway, she knew that- there was only one thing in the world right now that could possibly quell the heat raging inside her. And so, with her moan turning into a hungry grin, she abruptly threw her shoulders back once more, tipping her head up to the ceiling and letting her large breasts bounce with a pleasing shake.
Beaming as she felt the tempo between them increase once more, Olivia spun to the side, holding her hands above her shoulders and shaking her hips, faster and faster as the dance grew slowly into the final motions. Catching Robin’s eye, she shot him an encouraging smile, leading his gaze along the trim silhouette of her body- the soft jiggle of her bust, with the tiny nubs of her hard nipples bouncing with each movement, the taut flatness of her stomach, pulled tight as she swayed and the smooth curves of her ass, round and soft, just the right shape to be cupped in his hands. She wanted him to see all of it. She wanted him to want all of it.
Twisting and sliding, weaving and turning, her dance told no story and spun no tale- it existed only in the moment, only to show off her love, her affection, her needs, aches, desires and wants. She made clear all the lusts and all the fears she’d held ever since she’d last been cradled, warm and safe in his embrace.
Again and again, she flitted just barely outside his reach, feeling his breath tickling across her scorching skin and his eyes on her soaked thighs. Again and again she forced back the desire to simply collapse into his strong hands, or to throw herself down at his mercy. The yearning for him, the ache for his touch, fuelled her steps with even greater desperation, her movements coming faster and deeper as the need within her built into an inferno and the movements of her dance dove towards the climax.
Until, finally and all at once, the music within her played its final beat, and Olivia was standing directly before him once more, raised up on one leg, with her heard thrown back and arms held high towards the ceiling. For a moment, and one final time, her entire self was given over to him, for his examination, for his approval… And then, releasing the breath she was holding, slowly, she let her dance end, lowering herself to the floor and curling up into a tight ball.
“A-Ah!” Unable to hold back a soft moan as she felt the cool wood against the burning heat of her flesh, she curled her left leg underneath her ass, bowing her head to the ground in reverence and withdrawing almost entirely into herself, pushing all focus and all attention to her right leg as she slid it forward, planting her foot flat upon the oaken boards and running her hands teasingly around it…around the thick golden bangle hanging from her ankle- a substitute for her most earnest desire.
And then, breath held and heart clenched, she waited.
She’d seen his arousal already, her mouth had gone almost dry at the sight of the thick rod straining once more against his clothes. But, she knew that wasn’t enough, that could never be enough. If capturing the tactician’s heart was as simple as turning him on, then he would have taken Tharja to bed years ago… Instead of… Of waiting… Waiting for… For her?
Another electric shiver ran down her spine and, with cheeks flaming in embarrassment, she could feel her juices dripping wet onto his nice clean floor.
“Wow.” Robin breathed, his voice uneven with wonder at the sight he’d just seen. “Th-that was, Olivia… I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything like that. That was fantastic.”
Heart racing at his words, she risked a quick look up at the man. She had no doubt of his sincerity, but seeing him now, with the stresses and strains of the day seeming to have slid from his face was another thrill just in itself.
Licking her lips as she unfurled herself, Olivia slunk to the ground, stretching herself out and crawling towards him, her ass shaking slowly from side to side as she slunk forward, at long last, crossing the final few metres to where Robin was sitting. Breath hitching in excitement, she settled between his legs, sliding her hands eagerly onto his thighs and rested her head lovingly on his lap.
“Robin.” She whispered, the words coming without a thought, directly from her heart, as her fingers fumbled with the buttons on his pants, pulling them carefully down, over his bulging length. “Please, I beg you, when you’re King… Bind me in shackles and chain me forever to your side.”
“Wha-Ah-AH!” Robin gasped, any attempt to understand her strange request interrupted by a sudden shock running through him when Olivia released his cock, rock hard, from where it had been trapped in his clothes. Looking down at her, at the sight of his cock lying flat against the dancer’s innocent face, all his words were stolen from him. With her pink hair hanging below her and her eyes shining loving up at him, it was as if he was picturing the very moment of her defilement, the image of her absolute submission- her beautiful, pure features hidden behind his adulterous length.
‘G-Gods.’ His mind trembled and the fire inside him roared with delight, even as his rational mind made a distant reminder to try the same actions with Lucina, a quick image of Ylisse’s perfect, royal Princess’s face equally sullied by his length shaken away as fast as it appeared.
Neither Olivia’s words, nor the desperate plea he’d heard in her voice made any sense to him, but right now, feeling her hands tugging his pants from around his feet and with her lips pressing gently against the base of his shaft, he couldn’t possibly have cared less.
“Ahh.” She whispered in a low moan, mouth pursing in a small circle as she marvelled at the feeling of his length pressing hot against her face. She’d seen it so many times, even when she’d tried not to, she’d seen it in all her dreams, her memories, her idle thoughts… But, looking up at him now, with her eyes dancing with excitement and his cock almost covering her face lengthwise, she realised instantly- that to remember it was once thing, but to actually feel it pulsing against her, to savour its heat and drink in the heady aroma… That was quite another. It suited him, she thought distantly, this magnificent cock. It had ensnared her desires as strongly as his kindness had ensnared her heart.
Her tongue poked out automatically pressing softly against the warm underside of his shaft as her fingers tentatively wrapped around the base, taking it into her hands for the first time. Leaning further forwards, she followed her instincts, pushing her lips firmer against him and trailing soft, passionate kisses slowly up his length. Even as overcome as she was, her own arousal was impossible to ignore, and by the time her lips crested lay gently against the crown of his cock, she was filled entirely with a desperate hunger, a need to taste him in a way no-one ever had before.
“I-I’ve never done this before.” She admitted shyly, her face burning red as the words tumbled awkwardly out. “I don’t know if I can do it well, b-but, but if it feels good, then please…go, go ahead and c-cum.”
Opening her mouth as wide as she could, Olivia leaned down, parting her lips eagerly around him and letting his glans fill her mouth. “Mm-hhmmmph!”
‘C-Careful.’ She reminded herself nervously as she slowly took him in, opening her small mouth as wide as she could manage around his thick girth. ‘C-Careful.’
Even despite the situation, she couldn’t help but remember the advice she and an equally scandalised Cordelia had received one night, years ago, from a surprisingly enthusiastic Sumia, shortly after her wedding. ‘Go slowly at first, get used to…get used to his size a-and, and be careful not to use your teeth.’
Sliding both hands hesitantly along his shaft, Olivia spent the next few minutes slowly experimenting with her limits, bobbing her head up and down as she carefully took more and more of his length into her mouth. Keeping herself under control, forcing her mouth open, maintaining a slow rhythm, it was all a lot more difficult than she’d expected but- the feeling of his cock throbbing hot in her hands and the sensation of his crown pulsing greedily against her tongue. ‘Naga…’ It was like nothing she’d ever experienced before. And, moment by moment, as she felt his hard length pushing her jaw wide, filling her entire mouth with him, she knew this was exactly what she wanted.
And, a few minutes later, as the tactician released a deep sigh and laid his hands gently atop her head- feeling the gentle pressure of his need urging her down faster, deeper, harder… Olivia could finally understand the meaning of this act and why her heart had led her to this.
It was so amazingly simple, she could barely understand how she’d missed it until now- in all the time she’d been married and all the times she’d had sex until this point, it had always been for mutual enjoyment. Even when it hadn’t been very good, it had still always been two people sharing pleasure together.
This was nothing like that. This was all for Robin’s pleasure. This was her supporting him. This was her complete submission.
“Mm-Mhaaa!” She moaned joyously as she felt his fingers threading gently through her hair, letting the sounds vibrate into his cock for a moment before pursing her lips tight around it, suckling back up his length with all her strength. “Ahmmma!”
Shivering, she moaned again into his flesh as an electric thrill ran down her spine. Down on her knees, with his length rock-hard in her mouth and his hands holding her in place, there wasn’t even the barest pretences of equal positions…. She’d thought it would feel degrading, an improper, embarrassing act. She’d never once imagined it would feel this good! This was what she wanted, to make the man she loved happy, to help him and serve him- that was the meaning she’d found that had returned the spark to her life.
‘Not somewhere to belong, someone to belong to.’
Moaning happily at that thought, Olivia’s fingers clenched a little firmer around his length and she moved faster, bobbing her head greedily up and down his shaft, filling her mouth with as much of him as she could manage, greedily trying to suck everything out of him.
“A-Ahhh!” Robin groaned heavier this time, releasing the dancer’s head just long enough to shrug the cloak and shirt from his shoulders, stripping himself just as naked as her. “Th-that’s… That’s good.”
Looking down between his legs, he marvelled at the sight of the dancer’s pink hair bobbing up and down over his shaft. Even with everything he’d planned and all his manipulations, to just sit here now, in this moment, savouring the sight of the innocent woman’s red-flushed face sucking eagerly at his cock… It was something else. “Naga.” As much as defiling two royal princesses, as much as snatching away a dark mage’s chastity, or breaking a scientist’s composure- this was something unique all to itself.
“Ahhm!” He let himself moan freely, encouraging her ministrations with his voice. Even without her admission, he could tell easily she was new to this, her movements were a little awkward, and despite her best efforts, he could feel her teeth bumping against his glans almost whenever a surge of pleasure had his cock twitching inside her mouth. The need for dominance warred inside him, and it was only with considerable restraint that he held himself back from taking a firm hold of her head and controlling her pace…
…And yet, it still felt amazing! “G-Gods!” He moaned, throwing his head back to the ceiling as her tongue swirled tentatively around the underside of his shaft.
She couldn’t swallow his entire cock like Lucina, nor could she trace her tongue against all his weak spots like Tharja, or compete with the sheer frantic energy of Lissa, but… “N-Naga!” …but, somehow, looking down at her blushing face and feeling her shy, tender rhythm, as if she was following along to a song only she could hear- it was incredible all the same!
“Ah-gh! O-Olivia…” Perhaps it was the anticipation he’d felt for her arrival all day, perhaps it was the build-up he’d felt while enthralled with her final dance, perhaps it was the sheer audacity of the act or the knowledge that his was the first cock she had ever tasted… Whatever the reason for it, gripping tight to the back of the dancer’s head, Robin could feel the pressure inside him building at a breakneck pace.
“I-I’m, G-ghnna!” He groaned, taken off-guard as her sweet-gentle rhythm built faster again, her lips and hands sliding along his shaft in perfect synch with every twitch his cock made, as if she was milking him to a score, one that was fast building to a deafening crescendo. “Gng, I’m, I’m going to, t-GH-HNHA!”
Her lips wrapped event tighter around him, her hands pumped faster along his length and her eyes suddenly turned upwards, locking into his, even as her whole mouth slid up half the length of his cock. “HGHNHHA!” Arching forwards with one final violent shudder and unable to hold back even another instant, his shaft expanded even thicker in her hands and his release suddenly blasted out.
“Mm-MHA!?” Olivia’s eyes shot wide in response, her hands grabbing tight to his legs and her lips instinctively forming a tight seal around the head of his cock. “UMMGH!”
Even as she instinctively opened her throat, swallowing with all her might and gulping down it down so fast her mind had no time to even savour the taste, Olivia’s cheeks were still left bulging at the volume and, as Robin’s cock twitched furiously between her lips and more thick ropes of warm, viscous cum filled her mouth, she was almost instantly overwhelmed. “UM-GH-GHaaah!” She gasped, suddenly releasing his cock and reeling back, his seed running down her chin and falling wet onto her soft breasts, even as his final load sprayed into her wide open mouth.
“H-Haaa.”
“Hahh, haaah.”
Slumping backwards, they panted in unison, a minute passing silently between them as both slowly recovered- him from the aftershocks of the sudden, incredible orgasm she’d wrung from him and her from the sensation of the bitter, salty flavour that had flooded her senses and was already inflaming every cell in her body with an addictive craving.
“Naga…” Robin sighed, “That was, good…”
“Gods…” Olivia whispered, her head spinning in a daze as her hand wiped the last of his release from her chin and breasts, licking her fingers clean with a heady grin. “Mmahh.”
“Olivia.” There was a note of finality in his voice now, as he bent down towards her. “I can’t, I won’t hold back what I feel anymore.”
She leaned into his hands as they wrapped around her, “A-AH! Oh?” And then suddenly yelped as she found herself pulled into the air, being carefully cradled in Robin’s arms as he stood from his seat. She’d expected his arms around her… But she’d expected him to pull her into his lap, or to bend her over his desk. To push her into place, hold her down and claim her as his own- just like he had last time.
Instead, finding herself held tenderly in his arms and being carried like a princess, she was taken completely off guard. “R-R-Robin?” She whispered, her questioning voice coming out as little more than a breathless whisper as all the blood rushed to her face and her heart pulsed with warm affection.
Carrying her carefully over to the bed at the far end of the room, he didn’t reply straight away, instead he laid her softly out onto the mattress, joining her a moment later and slowly letting their naked bodies press hot against each other. “Olivia.” He repeated her name, stroking her face and capturing the entirety of her attention, reaching out and staring deeply into her eyes as his fingers entwined with hers.
“R-Robin…” She sighed back, utterly transfixed by his gentle smile.
“I’ve always cared deeply for you, you’ve always been important to me.” He continued, holding his cock against her soaked entrance, savouring the way her lips spread easily around him and the feeling of her legs wrapping automatically around his waist- the knowledge that her entire body was aching for him, begging to accept him inside her. “You’ve done so much for me. You’ve helped me so much.”
He should stop there, he knew he should. But, as he felt her fingers squeezing his, as he saw the light shining in her eyes and the way her breathing stilled, he knew exactly what she wanted to hear, the simplest phrase that would bind to his side forever…
“I love you.”
It wasn’t a lie. He did love her...just the same as he loved Tharja, Lissa and the rest of the Shepherds.
“I-I, R-Robin…I, I feel the… I lov-”
Lowering his head down to hers and tenderly capturing her lips with his own let him avoid seeing the happy tears building in her eyes.
They stayed like that for some minutes, hands linked and tongues dancing as they let the time stretch out leisurely between them. Their bodies ground slowly together, the heat shared between them rising slowly- Her large, pillowy breasts pressed deliciously tight against his muscular chest. His thick, hard cock rolled back and forth against the opening of her pussy with an almost agonising pleasure. Her body shuddered under his, shivering with each moan she gave into his mouth and with each time he broke their kiss, gasping in a deep breath of air. The moments continued unabated, but always, even as desire throbbed hungrily within her, always Robin’s gentle touch and soft embrace tempered her ache.
They’d made gentle love last time too, but not at first, only after he had thoroughly overwhelmed her. She’d expected to be pushed down or held tightly, expected to be taken and used… Instead he took his time, instead, he cradled her gently and kissed her tenderly.
“A-Ahhn!” Olivia moaned again, breaking their kiss as her head fell backwards and eyes squeezed shut. Her head was going blank, it was already too much, it was already more than she could take.
“Hammgh.” Matching her moan with one of his own, Robin finally pushed forward. There was no need to bother asking for permission or preparation, what she was waiting for was clear beyond a doubt. Squeezing tight to her hands, he let her legs pull him inside, slowly sinking his length into her waiting folds.
Eyes shooting wide, she arched back instantly, her fingers clenching against his as her mouth fell open in a breathless gasp. “A-AhhhAHHHN!”
Now in motion, he gave her no pause, even as her cries reverberated loud around the room, Robin continued, pushing deeper into her with a slow, methodical pace, spreading the tight walls of her tunnel around his length and re-moulding her pussy again, into the shape of his cock.
Until, “G-GH-Gods!” Until, with her entire body shaking and her muscles constricting almost painfully around him, he was once again forcing apart her deepest walls, the farthest depths of her being that had only ever belonged to him.
“Gngh-GODS!” She cried, throwing her head to the side, crashing instantly into an intense orgasm as she was finally hit with the sensation she’d been yearning for all this time- the feeling of Robin once again, sheathed entirely inside her, the feeling of the back walls of her pussy stretched tight around his cock. “Gha-haa… Ahhgnaaaaa.” She moaned weakly, gasping and panting as her legs clenched tight around him and her mind slowly began to accustom to the feeling of his length fully encased within her.
A few moments passed before their eyes met once more, and then, as a warm smiled was shared between them, their bodies each began to move, both to the same rhythm, coming together in a soft, slow dance.
Locking her legs around his hips, Olivia’s pussy was clinging tight to entire length. “Anghaa.” Robin groaned happily, breathing deep as he felt her muscles clenching in time around him, matching him beat for beat, pulling and sucking at every inch of his cock the moment he began to withdraw.
Grinding their bodies even closer together, Robin’s cock pressed again, right to the back of her tunnel. “Ai-Ah, Ah! Ah! AH!” She panted, her breath coming in short bursts as she felt herself moulded around him, his cock pushing into her deepest walls and always, always hitting the same spot, over and over, his movement synching instantly against her own.
“Ah-HMNNAH!”
Again she came. Clenching tight to his hands, and gasping in delight as she felt her entire body lock up around him.
“Ro-ROBIN! NNG-”
And then again, some unknowable time later, her gasps cut off as he sealed her mouth with his once more.
She lost track of time, lost track of reason, lost track of anything beyond him, beyond the feeling of the tactician’s strong body atop her and his thick cock inside her. Her world was clouded in a white daze and her moans had become little more than small whimpers. “Ahn, ah-ahhnn!” Holding tight to his hands and basking in the tender affection in his eyes, she couldn’t help but beam happily back at him.
‘Naga.’
It was unfair, how gently he was treating her. Feeling his length siding within her, matched to her own slow tempo, she couldn’t remember the last time she’d ever felt like this- so warm and so happy. His cockhead pushed gently against the back of her pussy once more, his hips rolling with hers as he hilted himself deep inside her, stretching her entire tunnel tight around his cock and she gasped in delight, squeezing tight to his hands as she felt another shudder running up her spine, pushing her closer again to another blissful peak.
“Hnngh.” Robin groaned, giving silent thanks to the fact that his previous adventures had given him enough control to truly savour this, without needing to take her roughly. Any time spent within Olivia’s tight pussy was wonderful, but, “Nnngha!” but, making love to her like this, it had a quality all of its own. Even just with the way her hips were rolling so easily against his, accepting him and pushing against him, her natural affinity keeping her perfectly in step with his thrusts, it was addicting and it was very quickly driving him, again, toward the same incredible release she’d milked from him barely twenty minutes ago. Time to finish this.
“Don’t worry.” He assured her, his voice cloaked in sincerity. “I’ll never let you go again, I’ll never let another man touch you.”
‘Wha?’ Olivia’s eyes shot wide at his words. He wasn’t asking her? He was simply telling her? Telling her…that she was his?
And suddenly, as the world exploded into colour around her, finally she understood- why he was being so gentle, why he was holding her so kindly and why she was so, so very happy. Finally, she understood, what she’d done to deserve this loving treatment.
The last time they’d been together he’d held her tight, conquered her absolutely and, when he’d re-shaped her, both inside and out, into his woman… then he’d released her. He’d sent her into the world, dressed only in his symbols, with his gift running hot down her legs. ‘Th-this is, this is my reward.’ She realised, for returning to him, for coming back to him and for giving herself to him. She’d expected him to conquer her once more, but of course…there was no need. She was already his. She already belonged to him.
Releasing his hands, she reached up, brushing away the happy tears spilling down her face. “Th-Thank you.” She sniffed, smiling gratefully up at him, her eyes shining with wonder.
“You’re mine.”
More tears spilled unstoppably from her eyes, it was everything she’d always wanted, everything she’d never been able to admit. She didn’t want somewhere to belong to, she didn’t want a cold apartment, an empty home paid for with hollow dancing… She wanted someone to belong to. She wanted someone to support, someone who needed her and who, no matter where he went or what happened, would always keep her by his side- she wanted someone who would never let her go. Someone who would always look at her when she danced. Someone she could always dance for.
She’d always known she had a dependant personality, that she saw her worth in how she helped others, but she’d never before had the strength to admit this, she’d never before found a man she could admit this to. She’d been born a gypsy, without family or connections, she’d never belonged to anyone or anything, she’d never been needed and rarely been wanted. She’d been free all her life and it had always left her lonely and aching. She didn’t want freedom, not anymore. She wanted to be owned.
“T-That’s right.” She continued his words, reaching up and laying her hands softly against his face, stroking his cheeks as the love within her overflowed beyond anything she’d felt before. “I am yours. I b-belong to you. I-I’m, I’m your property. So, so please, treat me kindly.”
Mouth dropping open in surprise as he stared in bewilderment at the woman below him, Robin was taken completely off guard for the second time tonight. Thankfully, from the way she was brushing at the tears still running down her face, he knew she wouldn’t be able to see his shock. Sucking in a deep breath, he shook head, forcing himself calm. It was far more than he’d expected, far more than he’d been prepared for…but, it didn’t change anything.
“Of course.” He answered simply, lowering his lips to hers once more, his cock sealing the promise firmly against her womb.
“G-Hnhgaaaaa!” She gasped. Just from hearing his claim on her, she could feel her very world changing, she could feel his words coiling around her like welcome chains, shackling her forever to his side and engraving his name, his ownership, into her soul. “G-Gods!” Throwing her head to the side with a deep moan, she could feel the electricity suddenly racing down her spine once more! With her pussy clenched wonderfully tight around his magnificent length and her back arching more than an inch off the bed, Olivia let out one final scream as she came, hard, around the thick shaft.
“G-Gods.” Robin groaned back, instinctively raising his pace and gritting his teeth tighter as he felt her hips instantly match his new tempo, beat for beat. “O-Olivia.” Just being held inside her, the dancer’s pussy was already wonderfully tight around him, feeling her cumming around his cock. “Gods!” She clenched like a vice to the entirety of his length, but her movements, the gentle rhythm of her body didn’t pause for even a moment, it was almost agony, it was bliss without a moments respite!
Mouth pursed in anticipation, Olivia’s body shuddered anew under him, she could feel it- she could feel every inch of him pulsing within her, she could feel his cock growing even larger inside her!
“Ah! I’m, I’m gett-”
Acting on pure, wanton desperation, Olivia grabbed onto him, wrapping her arms tight around his neck and clenching her legs forcefully around his waist, pulling him against her, pulling him as close as she could against her, her entire body shivering with need as she begged him. “P-Please, I, I want it! Let me feel it!” She couldn’t bear not to, not after everything.
“Gh-GHHA!” Spurred on by her need, Robin slammed himself into her with sudden force, gasping into her shoulder and feeling her entire body locked tight around him, sucking desperately onto him, as his cock slid upwards, pressing tight against her cervix and suddenly erupting.
“I-I-I, I love you!” She screamed, her eyes rolling back and world again exploding into a dizzying array of colours as she felt the first jet of his release spraying directly into her womb, filling her instantly with his hot, thick cum. She hadn’t meant to say those words, but that didn’t mean they weren’t true. “I, I, ANGH-”
Locked in place around him, Olivia’s body trembled violently with each twitch of his cock inside her, each time another dense blast of cum sprayed hard against her innermost walls. With her voice stolen from her and mind seared blank by the sudden jolts of pleasure, she came, again and again, over and over with each spasm he let out and each load he unleashed within her.
Eyes blank and mouth hanging wide open, her world descended into a dizzy haze of bliss.
And finally, when she fell from him, slumping weakly back into the mattress, with her heart, soul and body finally all dyed in his colours… Finally, Olivia knew she was truly happy.
“Thank you…”
The night continued slowly from there, time stretching out slowly between them with neither giving a single thought to anything but their shared pleasure. And, finally, when her ardour gave way to fatigue, nestled safe and content within the tactician’s embrace, Olivia dreamt once more.
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Twisting and turning to the pace of a slow, sensual rhythm, she was dancing once again.
She was in the same unfamiliar palace, under the same red sun… And, before the same familiar King.
Lying ahead of her, spread out, naked, on a massive, luxurious bed, covered in silks and pillows, Robin was surrounded on all sides this time. His wife was lying between his legs, her head bobbing happily up and down his shaft, and his mistresses were crowded around his sides, pulling his arms around them and running their fingers hungrily over his chest- all were begging for the same thing, for another moment of his attention.
And yet, staring past them all, with the same loving smile, as she danced for him, at the foot of his bed, for now at least, his eyes were only for her.
Shaking and sighing, shivering and sliding, with her milky-white skin shining bright in the waning evening light and her clothing long since discarded unwanted to the floor, Olivia’s silent dance continued endlessly, so long as she held his attention, she could never stop.
And, minute by wonderful minute, as the intensity of her movements rose and the need within her smouldered hotter, Robin tugged gently on the thing golden chain connected to the shackle she wore proudly around her ankle. And slowly, tantalisingly slowly, she was drawn ever close towards him.
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Night passed into day, and, the next morning, when Olivia left, she did so wearing the outfit Robin had kept safe for her- carrying the shreds of her previous outfit to be discarded on the way home.
And, that afternoon, when she returned once again, she was wearing a dress Robin had never seen before.
“W-Wow.” He blinked, instantly rising from his seat, as Olivia shrugged off the plain cloak slung over her shoulders, revealing the outfit she’d hidden beneath. “That’s… That looks amazing on you.”
“Th-Thank you.” She blushed, smiling bashfully as she leant against the door. “I’ve, I’ve wanted to wear it for some time actually. I just, I never had the nerve…”
He could see why. It certainly wasn’t an everyday outfit, it was absurdly beautiful for one, with what he guessed was Chon’sinese silks cut into an elegant, sweeping design, complete even with gloves and a veil, it was far more elaborate than anything he’d seen her wear before. And, ‘Sweet Naga…’ With the bodysuit wrapped tight around her large breasts and the entire right side open down the length of her smooth, long leg, leaving even her tiny black panties visible to his eyes, it was also far more risqué than any outfit he’d ever imagined her wearing.
The effect it had on him was instantaneous, swallowing heavily and completely transfixed with her, Robin made his way slowly around the other side of his desk. “Those colours definitely suit you.”
“A-Ah! Y-Yes!” She beamed in response, the thin veil doing little to hide the way her entire face lit up in delight. “I, I think so too!”
It had taken her almost two hours to find a mage she’d been able to trust with such a delicate job, but, with the outfit now changed to a dark black, with deep purple highlights, Olivia had barely been able to restrain herself from running home and putting it on all morning!
“I, I, wanted you to be the first one to see it.” She continued, closing her eyes for a moment and letting her hips slowly begin to slide from left to right. “I wanted to, to wear it when I danced… Danced for you.”
Her words were full of pure innocence, but, as their eyes met once more and their smiles matched in synch, their hands both were already in motion- her fingers turning the lock on the door shut as she pushed herself off it, and his raised in the air, already working through the incantation to activate the silencing wards.
Neither had any doubt how this dance would end.
And so, finally draped in both the colours and the dress she’d wanted to wear for so long, performing for the man who had touched her heart- sealing her soul with his love and filling her world up only with him, Olivia began to dance.
And this time, just as Madame Penfold had suggested, her ring was left behind, tucked away, safe and sound, in her top dresser drawer.
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A/N: And there we go! A very strongly Olivia centric chapter this time. Perhaps not the direction you were expecting their relationship to go? Or did you always think this was a natural path for someone as dependent as Olivia? I’d be interested to hear!
For anyone wondering, Olivia's final dress was meant to look just like (a mirrored version of) Azura's dress from FE: Fates, specifically the Nohr colouring. It's a beautiful design, but when you really look at it, a little surprising that someone as reserved as Azura can wear it as a casual outfit.
Obviously, similar to the Miriel chapter, with everything ending up being as involved as it was I ended up squeezing Nowi out of this one to make sure she’s got space to stretch her wings in her chapter. So! Next time, we are finally going to get some of our heavily requested Dragonkin involved! (Hey, don’t complain about the wait, I wrote an entire other oneshot to apologise to all you Nowi, or Nah fans!)
In regards to the question I asked last chapter, I understand now as per the rules of this site that promotion like that isn't allowed, so I won't mention it again and I'll just say to anyone looking to support this story, google my name and you'll probably find what you're looking for!
Anyhow! Quick feedback:
LemonyDave: Haha, unfortunately the vote was only between Nowi and Lilith, as to which series to work on next. Nowi won so, we'll see her very soon! Tiki will be showing up in the next chapter, but unfortunately seducing the voice of Naga takes a little more effort.
As for Sumia, she'll play a very specific part later on in the story, Robin's obviously going to need to go a lot further down the path before he'd even consider looking at his best friend's wife!
I really appreciate your note about the characters, I spend a huge amount of time on this, so if it feels believable then that means a lot to me!
Doctrine-Dark: Haha, yeah I imagine Lucina would certianly have words to say to Robin if she found in sleeping with her own mother. That'll definitely take quite some setup before it can happen. Sumia will play a part in this story, but it won't be for a little while yet.
Dansama: Thank you! Yeah, that's exactly the point I'm trying to make work, Robin would never NORMALLY do this, but he's been pushed to his absolute limits. Desperate times call for desperate measures, anything to protect the family he loves.
Yama: Haha, it was both my way of making a terrible joke/pun and a way to explain that the next main girl involved will be Nowi. Robin's going to be changing class to "Dragon Tamer" after all.
Falmyran: Thank you! Really glad to hear that. Sully isn't for a little ways yet, simply due to her marriage and personality, she's not someone Robin could approach easily. Flavia isn't too far off though...
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