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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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Nowi – A Dragon’s Desire
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Authors Note: Phew! Been a while hasn’t it? Funnily enough, I’m actually pretty happy with how fast this chapter came out, I was delayed in starting it due to some commissions and being overseas, but since then it came together very quickly.
It’s a long chapter, and part of that’s because I know a lot of you aren’t entirely comfortable with Nowi. That’s fine! I’ve put in a whole bunch of other stuff for you guys. Hopefully you won’t just skip this chapter…
Before we begin though, just some quick housekeeping, since I’ve had a few people express worry about the Polls I run. So, let me say clearly- The polls don’t decide the story, I decide the story. As anyone who’s talked to me about this can attest, I’ve got the entire plot for this thing mapped out almost in its entirety, I add or change things as is relevant, but I know exactly where I’m going and what each character is going to be doing.
What the polls do is influence things like the order of things (eg. which characters show up first), or add in some fun scenes people may like (eg. The previous poll had people requesting another scene with Robin and Lucina), or they may be just for fun.
So! Polls let you give your input, shape a lot of fun things within the story and let me gauge people’s reaction, but they’re not going to decide plot critical events. Also, I’ve decided to try include a recap from now on, since I know most of you guys don’t think about this story as often as I do. Tell me if it helps.
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Recap: Robin is returned to life a little more than 6 months after sacrificing himself to slay the Fell Dragon. However, when he returns, he finds himself soon overcome with incredible lusts, desires that Lucina (his secret fiancé) is unable to entirely sate.
Over the next four months, things get steadily worse and soon Robin is driven almost to the point of madness by the rampaging desires, knowing that sooner or later he’ll lose control of himself entirely. With this terrible knowledge in mind, he finally abandons his resolve and sleeps with Tharja. As the Dark Mage then informs him, in being revived and in establishing full control over what used to be Grima’s power hidden inside him, Robin has now unlocked the true potential of his heritage and gained both the power and instincts of a Manakete. The most basic, primal urges, to Conquer, to Dominate and to Breed, urges that till now he has been fighting, at a terrible cost to his sanity.
Eventually accepting that the only path forward for him, to protect his family, is to sate these desires, Robin has set out, using his wits as a tactician and influence as the Shepherd’s Grandmaster, to seduce enough powerful women to satisfy even a Dragon’s selfish greed. So far, he’s succeeded in having sex with Lucina, Tharja, Lissa, Olivia and Miriel (at her husband’s suggestion). Unfortunately, there’s still much he needs to do…
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I always thought it was remarkably unfair that, even after everything that happened, it was Nowi who became Robin’s first dragon. Perhaps it was inevitable, given their long friendship, but, if things had only played out a little differently…
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“Cynthia, uh, hi, good morning.”
“Eh?” Looking up from where she’d been engrossed in her early morning practice, Cynthia hadn’t even noticed she was no longer alone in the barracks. “Oh! Father? Hi! What are you doing here?”
“Well, I wanted to speak to you.” He added, closing the door behind him. “Er, privately.”
There wasn’t much risk of them being overheard as it was, this barracks was only used by the trainee knights and without any official practice scheduled for today, there wasn’t much chance of anyone aside from her being present. That was, after all, the entire reason she was always here on her off days.
Cynthia wasn’t one to look the proverbial gift pegasus in the mouth. “Of course!” She replied brightly, skipping over to his side. Given both their schedules, it was rare she got an opportunity to spend much time alone with her father recently.
“So, well, as you know, Dragon’s Rest is coming up.” Chrom began with a half sigh, referring to the festival to be hosted a little over a month from now- an ancient celebration of Naga’s ascension from the physical world to the world beyond. “And as part of that, the palace will be hosting a ball with all the noble families across the Halidom.”
“One that you’ll be attending.” He clarified a moment later to the questioning look in her eyes.
“Oh. Right.” Cynthia didn’t dislike balls, not really, she enjoyed all kinds of celebrations, galas and occasions, anything interesting or exciting. It was only that, the more formal it was, the less she felt able to fit in. Despite her royal heritage and the brand shining softly in her right eye, she’d spent a lot more of her life as a warrior than as a princess.
“And of course, Lucina’s birthday isn’t too far off after that either.” Chrom suspected the future children would have their own plans for that day, but he didn’t intend to pry. “Anyway, with that in mind, I thought it’d be a good idea for me to help you- er, to ah, to teach you how to dance.”
Cynthia blinked, staring blankly back at him with uncharacteristic silence.
“So… So, you can participate.” He added awkwardly.
“Wait, Father, you can dance?”
“What? O-Of course I can! I mean, I had to learn, it was part of my education as a child, just the same as your sister was taught a little.” He wasn’t quite sure how to feel about the surprise in her voice, had she really never seen him dance? He didn’t think he’d avoided it that much.
“Hummm!” She hummed, circling around him with a serious look on her face. “Yeah! It’s a little hard to imagine at first, but I can totally see it! Woah, I bet you’re a great dancer, totally dashing and heroic!”
“Uh, err.” Oh Gods, Chrom winced, there was that look in her eyes, he knew that look far too well by now- the look she had just before she wound up trying to talk him into posing with her, or letting her re-design his battle attire. “Anyway, the important thin-”
“Oh! But hey, wait! Why are you teaching me then? Wouldn’t it normally be Mother? Or Olivia?”
He winced, again. For someone so flighty, his daughter could be frustratingly perceptive at times.
“Well, I thought we should spend some time together? And, well, I’m no master dancer myself, it wouldn’t hurt me to brush up on… Urgh…” Raising his eyes to the ceiling with a groan he gave up, running a hand through his hair with a sigh. “This all sounded so much better when Robin explained it.”
If he’d been looking, he would have noticed Cynthia’s entire body suddenly tensing up. “R-Robin?” She whispered.
His tactician had advised him not to mention him or their discussion, but Chrom never did like being indirect. “Yeah. As my advisor, one of Robin’s jobs is to keep me informed about things going on in the Halidom I might otherwise miss. Things like, for example, my youngest daughter’s Pegasus Knight training leaving her an absolute mess of bruises and apparently getting worse every month.”
“N-No!” She gasped, her eyes locking frantically onto his as her hands clenched fearfully tight around the spear she was holding. “No! Please, Father, it’s not lik-”
Holding up a hand in interruption, he placated her with a soft smile. “Peace, Cynthia. You don’t need to worry, I’m not here to interfere, or to try stop your training. Actually, well, if anything, I’m proud of you.”
“Fa…Father?”
“Ah, well. Don’t get me wrong.” He chuckled ruefully. “When I heard what was happening to you, Robin had to stop me from sending my guards out to drag Cordelia into my office for an explanation.”
Cynthia paled, looking horror stricken.
“But, I also know that she adores you.” He sighed. “And so, when Robin tells me there’s other factors involved, that there’s nothing malicious going on, I can believe him. I don’t like it one bit, but I can understand. I know what being a Pegasus Knight means to you, and I’ve been in similar situations myself, where it was too important to stop, no matter what happened or what I had to go through.”
He understood, she could see, just as Robin did- that neither Cordelia nor the other recruits were being cruel to her, that if he used his influence to ease off in the training for her, he’d forever rob her of her pride as a true Ylissean Pegasus Knight.
“As your commander and as the Exalt, of course I’m impressed by your dedication and your commitment… But, as your father, it scares me Cynthia, thinking about you getting hurt like that. No matter what, you’re still my little Pega-Pony-Princess.”
Her spear fell from her hands, by the time it clattered to the ground Cynthia had already crossed the distance between them, throwing herself into her father’s chest and wrapping her arms vice like around him. “Th-Thank you.” She sniffed, rubbing her face back and forth against his shirt to dry her suddenly damp eyes. She wasn’t very fond of tears, she didn’t think showing such obvious weakness was very Heroic, people wouldn’t be able to believe in her if she was just crying all the time- but sometimes, like now, she didn’t mind quite so much.
“Just remember.” Chrom answered, wrapping an arm around her back and softly stroking her hair. “You don’t need to bear everything alone any more, you can talk to me or your mother about anything. We’ll always support you, we’ve always got your back.”
A few minutes passed quietly between them before either felt like speaking again.
“So… While it was Robin’s suggestion, I really do think learning to dance is a good idea. It’ll help you train your balance and co-ordination if nothing else, and with the upcoming ball, it’s a good excuse.”
And, they both added internally, the thought of spending more time together doing something as father and daughter, was nice just in itself.
“Hehe.” She giggled happily at the thought. “I still think it’s a bit of a funny idea though! If it’s to help with my training, wouldn’t it be better to practice fighting?”
“HAH!” Chrom roared, releasing her and taking a step back with a beaming smile. “You know, I actually said exactly the same thing!”
“Oh!?”
“Yeah! Er… And then Robin just glared at me.” He admitted, looking a bit abashed as he remembered the withering look the tactician had sent him. “Since that would mean, well in his words, socking my little girl in the face.”
Cynthia paused. She hadn’t thought of that.
“Right. Now, here, we’re gonna dance. Look, take my hands like this…”
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Slumping backwards down into his chair with a broad smile, Robin allowed himself a few moments to marvel at the sight before him- Olivia spread out atop his desk, her face flushed with delight and body still quivering gently from her own climaxes.
In an uncharacteristic spur of the moment decision, this morning he’d decided to pull out as he’d finished, spraying his seed thick across her stomach and breasts, with a few thin ropes even reaching her neck and face. In the interests of pragmatism, Robin usually tended to prefer finishing inside his lovers, but, looking now at the way the dancer’s pure white skin shone in the dawn’s light, glistening under a sheen of his cum, he was finding himself quite partial to the sight.
Leaning back with a satisfied sigh, he felt the tensions already built up from the few hours he’d worked so far begin to unwind from him. Olivia’s return to his side a few days ago had made the early mornings in his office considerably more appealing. Olivia, it seemed, enjoyed performing for him much more when she’d already received at least one load inside her, so, beginning her day by being spread across his desk or pulled into his lap had quickly developed into something of a habit for the pink-haired woman.
Reaching forward to offer her a hand as she pulled herself upright, Robin could only smile as she slid breathlessly down to the ground at his feet, nestling herself comfortably between his legs, a warm shudder running through his spine a moment later as he felt her soft, wet lips gently enveloping the head of his cock.
Amazingly, sinking to her knees and cleaning his cock like this, was the other habit the shy dancer had recently taken to. It was an action he’d only ever seen previously from Tharja, an idea both girls had apparently arrived at completely independently and something he could only imagine was related to the incredible words of devotion she’d spoken to him. ‘Bind me in shackles and chain me forever to your side.’ He still wasn’t sure what to make of that, it was far more than he’d anticipated.
“A-Ahh, Olivia.” He breathed, threading his fingers through her silken hair as her tongue coiled around his shaft. “You’re too good to me.”
“I only want to make you happy.” She answered, sliding his cock from her mouth and smiling shyly back up at him. “I like it… I just want to ser- to serve you properly.”
Even now, he still wasn’t sure quite what to make of her words. But, relaxing further into the seat as she returned to her task, diligently cleaning off all their mixed juices, he wasn’t too concerned. He could worry about things like that later, all that mattered to him right now, was that having a woman pamper him so submissively like this after sex felt good. Very good.
“A-Ah!” Almost too good.
Snapped back to reality by a sudden jolt of pleasure, Robin looked down with a wry grin at where Olivia had clearly moved from simply cleaning him- her lips pursing tighter around his glans and her head bobbing hungrily up and down his shaft. Letting her continue was almost dangerously enticing… But… ‘I’ve put it off far too long already.’
“That’s enough for now.” He said instead, cupping her head and gently pulling her to her feet, placing a tender kiss on her forehead in thanks as she rose. “Sorry, I’ve got a lot I need to work through this morning.”
“O-Of course.” She nodded, grinning bashfully back at him as she wiped her hand across her mouth. “Thank you, t-this morning felt great. I really… Really enjoy being with you like this.”
“Yeah, me too.” He agreed easily, suppressing a laugh at the sight of her spinning away from him and walking quickly across to the far side of the room- even despite everything they’d done, whenever she wasn’t having sex or dancing, she still managed to be as shy as ever. “You always give me something to look forward to in the mornings. It’s amazing how much more work I’ve gotten through since you began helping me!”
Ignoring Olivia’s answering squeak, he set about retrieving his clothes, making himself presentable again and dropping back into the chair behind his desk as he watched with interest as Olivia set about the same task, picking up the black dancing outfit she’d left lying across the floor and wriggling back into it.
‘Oh?’ Resting his chin in his hands, Robin couldn’t fail to notice that as she did so, the dancer made absolutely no effort to clean herself up first- her face burning bright red but her mouth letting off a small pleasured gasp as she wrapped the silks tight around herself, soaking them directly in the cum still damp across her skin.
Gulping, he quickly looked away, fighting down the sudden burst of desire running through him once more. Looking at the wet discolouration on the cloth or the undoubtedly satisfied look on Olivia’s face was disastrous for his focus.
Truthfully, he didn’t have much pressing work left to do this morning, normally he would have eagerly preferred to carry her back to bed and go another few rounds. But, today, he’d promised himself, was the day he would finally make start on the plans he’d put off making for far too long.
Raising a hand and whispering a simple incantation quickly filled the room with a fresh scent, washing away any lingering smell from their exertions. When he’d actually bothered to read it, he’d found Miriel’s book surprisingly helpful after all, there were even a few more simple spells it had recommended near the back he was interested in trying out.
A few moments later, Olivia had finished re-dressing herself and had unlocked his office-door, leaving it slightly ajar as was normal when he was available.
And so, with the other Shepherds likely to arrive over the next few hours, it was as if nothing at all had happened. The room was back to normal, she was limbering up, preparing to dance and he was seated at his desk, an ocean of possibilities unfolding within his head.
‘It’ll be dangerous to leave it any longer. It was dangerous even leaving it this long.’ He scolded himself, knowing full well the sheer unsavoury nature of the task was the reason for his hesitation. Once again, he needed to think up strategies to deal with the people he considered his closest friends. The thought of taking action against any of his comrades was a terrible one, unfortunately, what he risked by not doing so, was even worse.
Flipping open one of his journals and pretending to read through it, he sighed, his entire body thrumming in self-recrimination.
He’d already made his plan long ago, before he’d even started anything with Olivia. A plan to deal with the situation he was faced with, while minimising the harm his actions would cause as much as possible. A plan to seduce some of the women closest to him, a plan to betray the woman he loved most… All to cure the destructive urges that so often tore through him. All to protect his family, to save Lucina and Morgan, even from himself, even from the truth of his crimes.
Five women. He had five women now. It was almost unthinkable, in his quest to cure the instincts that boiled within him, in barely a few weeks he’d taken on four additional lovers. Tharja had been borne out of pure need and Lissa had been largely expected, but Olivia had been a complete surprise, Miriel even more so. It hadn’t been an easy task, he’d stretched his tactics to the limits, pushing his mettle as far as he’d dared, saying and doing things so audacious even now it was difficult to believe he’d gotten away with it… But, he’d succeeded. He’d taken them all, bound them to his side and made them his.
Five women. Each one strong and beautiful, dazzling with their own unique brilliance and charm. Five of the most incredible women he had ever met, that had to be enough to soothe his rampaging lusts once and for all, surely enough for even the most selfish Dragon’s hoard.
‘But.’ His fists clenched involuntarily as he once again accepted the terrible truth, the same discussion he’d already had with Tharja in this exact chair only a little over a week ago. ‘It’s not that simple.’
That was the truly unsavoury revelation he’d gained, that it wasn’t enough for him to only act on offense, his situation wouldn’t be resolved simply by claiming enough women to sate his needs. No. If he truly wanted to protect his family, then his defence was just as vital. He had to protect himself from being exposed, from letting the truth of his crimes come to light.
‘Lucina will know about this.’ He reminded himself, the promise he’d before starting down the path he now walked, the same promise that had kept him going even when suffocated by his regrets. ‘But, it has to be me that tells her.’
No matter what, he refused to let the woman he loved discover his betrayal from anyone else’s mouth. She deserved better than that… ‘She deserves better than me.’
And so, until he was cured, he would continue walking down this road. He would protect her, even if only to let her smile for just one more day, he would protect her from the truth of the man she loved, no matter what it took.
Shaking his head with a rueful sight, Robin pushed those melancholic thoughts aside. They weren’t productive and, with his body still humming lightly with a craving to taste more of Olivia, the guilt wasn’t as strong as he knew it should be either. Instead, he cleared his mind, setting himself to the task ahead, forcing himself into the same focussed, analytical mindset he’d become so famous for as he, once again, evaluated the situation.
‘Boldly speaking.’ He began, reiterating the conclusion, he’d come to some weeks ago. ‘In terms of the risk they represent me, the Shepherds can be largely divided into four categories.’
The first was the general majority, those on the periphery or kept uninvolved in his plans. Thankfully, due to the nature of his work and their trust in him, Robin was actually relatively insulated from suspicion. They should have no reason to look closer without a specific impetus. There was always an inherent threat of something going wrong, or something he hadn’t prepared for cropping up, but, so long as he was cautious, there shouldn’t be any problems.
Secondly was the extremely perceptive or involved Shepherds, people like Gaius, Maribelle or Severa that would notice anything out of the ordinary and who would take it upon themselves to look into it. He didn’t need to manage these ones directly, not yet at least, but he did need to be especially careful not to give them a reason to investigate.
Thirdly and even more difficult, was those he was already involved with and the threat of them accidently exposing their own involvement with him. Thankfully, in what had become something of a twisted blessing, without having any intention of doing so, most of the women he’d approached were already married, so they had the same need of discretion as him. Tharja wasn’t a worry at all, but Cordelia… being single, if anything did happen between them, it would only be her fear of Severa’s reaction that would keep her silent. Right now, she was harmless, but he would need to be very careful depending how things unfolded between them.
Finally, however, was the most dangerous group of all- those with extraordinarily sharp senses. Tiki, Nowi, Nah, Yarne and Panne, not only were they all exceedingly difficult to conceal anything from, they all had the ability to uncover everything in a single instant. Truly, even with his own now heightened perception, he couldn’t even begin to guess at just how powerful a Manakete or Taguel’s senses were, but, the thought of any one of them smelling the other women on him, or smelling his scent on a multitude of women was more than enough to warrant extreme caution.
Tiki had returned to the Milla tree in Valm after the war, so, for now at least he didn’t have to worry about her.
Yarne was currently off searching for some apparent safe haven, but even when he did return, given his skittishness, he wouldn’t be too much trouble to deal with.
Nah, likewise, was a fairly manageable threat. Due to her young appearance and cold mannerisms, she was always left somewhat aloof from the rest of the group as it was. It was something Robin had noticed back during the wars, that even among the other time-travellers, while they all cared deeply for her and would lay down their lives to save hers, he suspected that only Lucina would list the younger Manakete as her best friend (along with every one of her other companions). Realising this was actually one of the reasons Robin had initially made such an effort to befriend her back during the Valmese campaign.
But, for now, that aloofness would work in his favour. Nah was no gossip, she would never take a stand on an issue this serious unless she was absolutely sure of herself, and even then, he doubted she’d speak up without sufficiently good reason, she surely had a strong inkling of his relationship with Lucina, but as far as he knew, she’d still never mentioned a word of it to anyone around the camp. She was unlikely to be close enough to smell anything unusual on any of the women he was with and, so long as he was careful in his own interactions with her, she should have no reason to believe that any other female scents she did catch on him was from anything other than their standard behaviour.
Which only left the final two, the most dangerous risks in the entire core of the Shepherds and the women he’d admitted to Tharja that he needed to deal with more than a week ago. Panne and Nowi.
Panne was absolutely headstrong and wouldn’t hesitate for a moment to speak up if she even suspected something untoward was going on. Thankfully, like Nah, she mostly kept to herself, apart from the other members of their group. Especially… Robin grimaced, his body tensing in dull anger… Especially after what had happened. She was dangerous, but he could deal with her later.
But Nowi… Nowi was a problem. Loud, friendly and recklessly impulsive, she interacted with the entire army constantly. And, with her characteristic inquisitiveness, if she caught so much as a hint of his scent on any of the other women, then everyone in Ylisse was certain to know about it by night-fall.
‘Nowi…’ He sighed, picturing the diminutive Dragon as he rested his head in his hands. Despite her age and occasional sign of the hidden maturity he knew she possessed, he couldn’t help but wrench with guilt at the idea of “targeting” the carefree woman in any manner.
Ultimately, however, even that guilt wasn’t enough to give him pause- the thought of Lucina’s broken heart was scarier than anything else.
Perhaps the most troubling part was that, despite his misgivings and despite her petite body not being the kind he was usually attracted to, the thought of seducing Nowi was still an uncomfortably attractive one, even aside from the risk she presented him.
‘I don’t actually need to seduce her.’ He reminded himself, thinking along those lines was just his instincts talking, all he actually needed to do was to come to some kind of understanding with her. ‘Still…’
There really was no denying that Nowi had a type of charm all to herself. Somehow she combined the vivacity of youthful playfulness with a hidden maturity that shone through anytime you made the mistake of underestimating her. Unlike Tiki the millennia of life she’d lived seemed to rest easily on her shoulders and unlike Nah she bore herself openly and honestly, wearing her heart freely on her sleeve. Nowi was someone unique all to herself, she wasn’t naïve, but there was still much she didn’t know or hadn’t experienced. She was carefree, she was endlessly enthusiastic and more than anything else, she was beautifully kind.
Sighing, Robin shook his head. Despite the differences in age and even species, he had no doubt she would make a wonderful wife for any man.
Which, of course, was the problem.
‘When I think about it.’ He considered carefully, his face dropping into a worried frown. ‘There’s actually a good chance that’s she’s in a very similar position to Cordelia.’
Nah wasn’t quite as overt about it as Severa, but her strong personality still clashed frequently with her mother’s and there was no doubt that her parents lack of relationship chafed at her.
A new guilt bubbled within him at that thought, the same hollowness he’d felt upon learning about Cordelia’s hidden pain. Because, just the same as with her, the moment that Nah had arrived in their camp and declared Donnel to be her father, he’d practically considered them to be married in all his thoughts from then on.
‘Except, it’s probably even worse for her.’ He realised, fists clenching atop the desk as he painfully re-lived old memories, only just now putting himself in the shoes of the diminutive Manakete he’d called a friend for so many years.
Unlike Cordelia who had known Ricken in one capacity or another for years, Nowi and Donnel’s actual time together had been practically non-existent. Aside from some training camps he’d done with Frederick, for most of the peace between the wars, Donnel had returned to his home village, and then when the Shepherd’s had left for Valm, he had been one of a small handful left behind; to protect Ylisse and guide their defences against Plegians, bandits, or Risen.
And of course, after they met with Nah in Valm and after the war drew to a close, everyone had been laughing with Nowi about her return to Ylisse and to seeing Donnel again. Everyone but Cordelia. He sighed, it was all so obvious in hindsight. He doubted it had been any easier for Donnel, having been introduced to the idea of future children only a short time before the rest of the Shepherd’s left, and then having them return with a little girl jumping into his arms and calling him “Father.” All told, by the time everyone put the two of them together, Nowi and Donnel had probably shared a handful of conversations ever. And, even when they were back in Ylisse, with everything that was happening around Plegia and then Grima, things had been far too hectic for something like a new romance.
They’d only truly even had any time to even attempt to think about becoming a couple after the war. Which of course put them at the mercy of Nah’s prompting and everyone else’s unsaid expectations- everyone wanted the happy ending, he supposed.
‘Of course, that’s not even considering the inherent sadness that comes from a Manakete to begin with.’ Nowi marrying anyone came with both a commitment and a guaranteed heartbreak that he doubted he could even fully imagine- the quiet sorrow that surrounded even the perpetually single Tiki spoke volumes about that.
“But then…” He breathed, leaning forwards onto his hands and pausing for a moment to savour the sight of Olivia’s luscious curves swaying in place a few metres from where he sat (and to return the smile she shot him when she saw him appreciating the view). “The true problem, is that I don’t know how she feels about any of this.”
Perhaps, just like Cordelia, she had bottled it all up inside and was letting it drive her to madness. Or, perhaps she didn’t mind at all about the details, perhaps she was simply excited at the idea of having a partner and a family- she’d certainly revealed a core of loneliness within her to him more than once. It was even possible she didn’t care at all about it either way, perhaps she and Donnel had come to an arrangement to just let everything be and ignore the possibilities and expectations completely.
“I don’t know.” He truly had no clue and no way to even guess at her feelings.
Because… ‘Because, she’s been avoiding me.’ He frowned, finally facing the truth he’d been tacitly ignoring for the last few months.
Stemming firstly from her own strange friendship with Tharja and then from the Dark Mage’s constant presence at his side, Nowi had quickly become a great friend of his. She’d been a confident and a constant companion from Plegia to peacetime, through Valm and right to the day he died.
And then, almost as soon as he’d returned, she’d become as scarce as he’d ever seen her.
He’d tried not to worry about it, she certainly had her reasons and he’d had more than enough to worry about between soothing Morgan’s angry-joyous tears and rekindling his secret relationship with Lucina. After that, as he’d felt himself almost driven mad by his own instincts, he hadn’t had the time to worry about a strangely distant friend. ‘If anything, it was even convenient.’ He admitted to himself, with another spark of guilt. Before his death the time he’d had to spend alone with Lucina had been strictly limited, there were often days or weeks between encounters… Afterwards, as his reckless desires grew, they’d wound up spending almost every night either in his bedroom or hers, hiding their relationship from someone like Nowi (and thus, the rest of the camp) would have been impossible.
But now, now he had no choice but to worry about it.
Without knowing why, she was avoiding him, he had no idea if she would continue to do so, or for how long. Which meant that Nowi was always one change of heart from leaping into his lap once more and revealing everything.
‘Right.’ He nodded in confirmation, putting aside a handful of half-formed plans he’d already created around potentially escalating their relationship. ‘The first step then, is to find out wh-’
“Father!” His door suddenly slammed open, smashing into the wall with a thunderous crash! “I’ve come to challenge you!”
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“Actually, no.” Morgan corrected herself as she strode in, a look of pure determination shining bright on her face, her cloak whipping forcefully around her body. “Father! I’ve come to surpass you!”
Looking up, Robin’s entire body sparked with excitement, electrified the moment he tasted her resolve. Sitting ramrod straight at his desk he met her resolute glare with an eager grin of his own, all other thoughts being pushed aside in the face of the sudden adversity.
“Oh?”
A challenge. Another challenge. Just as he’d believed she would, truly, his daughter never failed to impress him.
“You’re going to surpass me? That’s quite an ask.” He goaded her on. “Are you sure you’re ready Morgan?”
“Do you remember what you said?” She asked instead, her back stiffening at his words. “That if I could convince Mother to come dance for you, then I would have surpassed you!”
“Ah, I do remember that.” He nodded, his interest piqued even higher at the thought of his fiancé wearing any of the incredible outfits Olivia performed for him in.
“Hmm. So, then,” Turning he tilted his head towards the pink haired dancer, standing in the corner of the room. “This is where you’ve been heading off to lately then?”
It couldn’t have been more than a few hours a week, but he had noticed her sometimes taking a little longer than he might have expected arriving at his office after finishing her practice sessions. It wasn’t anything he’d concerned himself with, certainly not anything he’d planned to confront her about, but it was nice to have confirmation regardless.
“Fu fu fu.” Morgan crowed, covering her mouth with the back of her hand and staring down at him with a haughty expression. “That’s right Father, I’ve turned even your own subordinate against you! And now! Be amazed!”
Taking her cue at the younger tactician’s command, in walked Sumia and, just as his daughter had declared, at her side and dressed in an elegant form fitting blue-silk dress, was Lucina- Little Lucina.
“Heh.” Regardless of what he’d expected, Robin still couldn’t hold back a minor twinge of disappointment.
“Okay, go on honey.” Sumia urged quietly, gently nudging the young princess into the middle of the room- whereupon she instantly froze, looking nervously up at the adults whose attention she’d suddenly commanded. “Let’s show Uncle Robin the dance you’ve been working on.”
Sumia. Robin’s mood improved just at the sight of her. Looking over and catching the Queen’s eyes for a moment, a warm smile passed between them.
She was the partner of his best friend, his trusted comrade in battle and beloved ruler of his country. For years now Robin had considered her practically family and it was no lie to say that he loved her, both as a sister-in-law through Chrom and as a mother-in-law through Lucina.
With a kind, heart-shaped face and an athlete’s slender body -albeit one with curves almost enough to rival even Tiki or Tharja, more than enough to easily put even the modest robes of an Exalt’s wife to the test- Sumia radiated a soft and gentle beauty, one that he knew had captured the hearts of many across the Halidom. Even the birth of her first child had only increased her allure and, while failing to notice his own heart beating faster at the thought, Robin was certain there were countless men who would gladly offer to assist her in producing her second.
It was always a pleasure to see her, Robin thought, his eyes absently tracking every bounce and shake of her magnificent breasts as she followed Lucina into the centre of the room, cataloguing just how they strained indecently against the creamy white fabric of her dress and drinking in the view down her cleavage as she leaned over to give some final words of encouragement to the young princess.
He was always glad for her company, because, in everything that had happened since his revival, without her ever knowing it, Sumia had become his rock- a reminder that even when it had felt like his sanity was slipping away, that he had still remained himself, that he was still the same man he had been.
Leaning back slightly as she moved around her young daughter, bending at the waist to face her directly, Robin’s gaze slid carelessly up her long slim legs and around her soft, round ass, some distant part of his mind noting (not for the first time) both that her hips were a bit wider than Lucina’s and that she would still fit comfortably right into his lap just the same… That she would likely squirm and gasp just th-
‘Eh?’ Snapped back to reality as she straightened, Robin blinked, trying to recover his train of thought. What had he just been thinking about?
Another warm smile from the Pegasus Knight put that question aside after she turned to offer him a confident thumbs-up, her hand resting on the younger Lucina’s shoulder in support.
‘Yeah.’ He smiled back in relief, continuing to ignore the way Morgan was smirking victoriously at him from across the room. Sumia was his rock. Oh, he could admit she was attractive, of course he realised that, but, no matter how hard it had been, even when he’d been at his absolute worst, he’d never once found himself looking at his Queen (at his best friend’s woman) with the same burning lust as he’d found himself looking at the other female Shepherds.
Sumia was like family to him, he just couldn’t see her that way.
“O-Okay! I’m, I’m ready!” Dropping his eyes down to where the now red-faced princess was tugging nervously at the hem of the blue silken dress, Robin couldn’t help but smile. Even acknowledging that they were separate people, just hearing such a nervous lilt from a voice so very similar to his fiancés was almost impossibly cute, the way she looked up at him with such beautiful blue eyes only made the heart-melting scene even more impossible for him to look away from.
Sucking in a deep breath, her entire body suddenly snapped taut, holding itself rigid in an exact mirror of the post he’d seen countless times from the woman he loved and, for a moment, Robin’s breath caught in his throat.
‘Geez…’
Even if he hadn’t been engaged to her adult self, Robin seriously doubted he would have been able to stop himself from wanting to dote on the young princess.
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The room thundered with applause! Seeing as there were only four of them present, they all clapped especially hard.
“D-Did you really like it, Uncle Robin?” Lucina squeaked out, her entire face lighting up in a beaming smile as she rose up from her finishing bow.
“I did! I really did!” He declared, from where he’d been offering a standing ovation behind his desk. “That was wonderful, it really picked me up! It was just the thing I needed after working so hard this morning!”
He pointedly ignored Olivia’s wry grin at that comment.
It wasn’t only platitudes, it truly had been a very impressive performance for such a young child, especially with only a few weeks of actual preparation. Lucina had always been graceful and poised in a way both her mother and sister lacked, it appeared that those same traits had been passed down to her younger self. Chuckling ruefully to himself, he spared a moment to pray for Cynthia’s inevitable younger self, if she too inherited her elder self’s grace and poise, well, he could at least hope for a few less falls for her.
“And as for you, and this display of yours.” He declared, cooling his features and walking around the desk toward his own daughter, noticing that the humour on her face had wilted under his serious expression.
“You knew what I meant and what the significance of my words were. And yet, you intentionally twisted my meaning, undermining the very point I could make. For what? To prepare a scene like this and foist it on me? So, you can use something I never agreed to against me?”
Morgan swallowed, but her eyes never slid from his. “That’s right.”
He cracked first, the proud smile he’d restrained breaking through instantly. “Very impressive! Not bad at all, kiddo! You even did it behind my back, using people I trusted against me! Hah, just like a true tactician!”
His hand reached out across her face, brushing her messy blue hair back over her ears. “No. Just like a true Grandmaster.”
Quailing under his praise and in the realisation that the moment she’d waited her entire life for had finally arrived, Morgan’s entire body felt light, the whole world fading into a glowing bubble. “F-Father…” Completely lost in her happy daze, she couldn’t even tell her if she’d spoken aloud.
Taking her gently by her shoulders, Robin turned her around and guided her slowly towards his desk, walking her through the room and past the others as if she was being given a parade. “You’ve always amazed me Morgan.” He sighed. “From the first moment we met, I knew you were going to be exceptional. I worked harder than ever after you joined, improving myself, so I could match up to your expectations and to give you a goal to work towards, a target for your own growth.
“But now.” He finished, easing her carefully into his seat and straightening the collar on the robe his other self had passed onto her. “Now, I’m just so very proud of you. Well done daughter.”
Unable to respond and barely able to even think, Morgan just sat in a blissful daze, dizzy giggles escaping from her tightly pursed lips.
“Now then!” Dropping the solemn mood and turning on a dime, Robin strode over towards the young princess, hoisting her into his arms with a roaring laugh. “After a performance like that, I think this little deserves a reward!”
Squealing happily, Lucina’s eyes went wide, her arms wrapping tight around his shoulders as he carried her across the room.
“C’mon, my little dancing-bluebird, how about we go stuff you full of Ice-Cream?”
“Yeah!”
“Wha? Hey, wait!” Knocked from her own reverie, Sumia lurched after them, stumbling in place but just barely managing to catch herself before she ploughed head-first into the doorway. “Robin! Hey! Don’t you spoil her appetite! ROBIN!”
The shouts, and the sounds of Ylisse’s Queen chasing the Royal Grandmaster out into the streets echoed up the stairs and around the barracks, but Morgan barely even noticed them.
‘Grandmaster Morgan.’ She preened, face flushing with pride. ‘No, wait! It should be Grandmistress Morgan!’
“Ahhhh.” She sighed in delight, sinking comfortably back into the luxurious leather seat. It was certainly better than the one in her office, not a bad upgrade at all. “Grandmistress Morgan. Number one Tactician of Ylisse!”
Yup. That sounded perfect.
It was only then, as she examined her new domain, that Morgan finally noticed the papers, spreadsheets and charts spread out in thick piles all across the desk.
‘Huh?’
This wasn’t what her father had been working on when she’d come in, she was more than observant enough to notice that. Then… He’d changed it out during Lucina’s dance? He’d had all these stashed away? Why?
‘W-Wha…?’
Her face turned pale and the warm buzz she’d been enjoying slowly drained away.
The documents stacked high across the desk were all jobs she was very familiar with- work he had specifically trained her to do just over a week ago. A second glance told her all she needed to know, everything she could see before her was all tasks she was authorised to take care of.
Her mouth dropped wide open. “H-He predicted this? He had all this prepared!?”
Even despite the blow to her ego, it was still a comforting thought. The man she idolised was as incredible as ever, the goal she’d chased for so long was as unassailable as before.
“Geez Father.” She sighed, tossing her hair and grinning ruefully at the trap she’d fallen into. “I really wasn’t ready to surpass you after all, was I? You really are amazing.”
Unfortunately, that wistful look only lasted one single moment.
“H-Hey! Wait! He left me behind to do all his work!?”
Her aghast eyes met with Olivia’s, but all the dancer could offer was a weak shrug.
“Daaaaaddy… I want ice-cream too…”
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Despite her somewhat airheaded personality and aside from her initial misgivings about the sudden workload she’d received, Morgan was a diligent girl and committed tactician, so she proceeded quietly through the stacks of documents spread out over her father’s desk for the next few hours, periodically pausing to grumble about workplace inequality or unfair labour practices.
The tasks themselves were almost impressively monotonous (intentionally so, she was certain) enough so that more than once she found her thoughts drifting off, taking far more interest in the beautiful sheen she could occasionally see glistening across Olivia’s stomach (some new beauty routine? She wondered) as the dancer whirled around the room, than in the minutia in front of her.
Stuck fighting fatigue as she worked through the boring documents, it wasn’t until the pink-haired assistant finally took pity on her and left to go prepare some tea and snacks that Morgan found something suddenly capturing her interest once more.
‘Oh?’ She blinked, leaning over on her right side to get a better look inside the bottom drawer she’d just pulled open on her father’s desk.
She had been looking to see if he’d hidden away a higher class of pencil than the one that had just snapped its lead across the page she was working on, but instead, she found herself looking at the embossed brown cover of a thick tome- one stashed curiously right at the back of his bottom drawer, rather than a few metres away in his bookshelf.
“What’s this?”
In all her time back in Ylisstol, Morgan had never once rifled through her father’s desk- not out of some concern for his privacy, as a tactician her consideration towards that ended the moment she thought she could gather information without being caught, but rather, simply due to the immense respect she had for the man. She had believed, until this very moment, that looking through his desk would be an absolute waste of her time. If her father wanted to hide something, he would have put it in the royal vault or in some safe she’d never even heard of, he wasn’t so careless a man as to simply stash something in his desk and hope no-one ever opened it.
Which is why, barely a moment after pulling it from his desk and seeing the title, the book fell limp through Morgan’s slack fingers and tumbled to the ground with a dull thud.
“Kal’Sutara.” She mouthed, staring wide-eyed at the tome she could see now lying between her legs. “The complete guide to…to…lovem…”
Unable to finish the sentence aloud as her face burned bright red in shock, it was several moments later before she built up the courage to bend over and tentatively taking the book back in hand, re-reading the title a few more times, just to make sure the tedium of the day’s tasks hadn’t caused her to imagine things.
‘Lo-Lovemaking? They… They have guides for that?’
Bewildered at the find, her mind spun, the analytical part of her quickly taking over as she sought refuge from the shock with comforting logic and deduction.
It didn’t look worn, at least not in the way the books her father usually poured through were at least. There weren’t any signs of his usual styles bookmarking or dog-eared pages. It was either brand new or very close to it.
A gift then? A joke gift perhaps, for Chrom or one of the others? But then… The only celebration she could imagine that was coming up over the next few months was her mother’s birthday and… And she certainly couldn’t imagine her father giving this to her.
Then… Then… There was only one other conclusion that seemed to make sense.
‘Th-This is fathers?’ She concluded, running a finger tentatively along the spine as she attempted to reconcile a book like this with the man she knew. ‘Father read this?’
She swallowed, it was hard to believe, hard to even imagine… The diligent, serious man that spent all his time looking after the Shepherds and Ylisse, the Grandmaster himself, had read this? Had read through a tome on lovemaking? As a highly trained tactician, that thought alone filled her curiosity… If there was something to learn, if there was something in here her father, had thought was important enough to buy an entire book to study… Then…
Chewing nervously on her bottom lip, Morgan set the thick tome in her lap and cracked it open, chasing after the same knowledge her father had seen fit to investigate.
“Woah…”
With her face shining a bright crimson and heart pounding loud in her chest, Morgan turned slowly through page after page- hesitantly at first, but then faster, with growing confidence as a guilty excitement built within her, stronger by the second as she drank it in, filling her mind with the poetic titles, the beautiful descriptions and the fanciful suggestions and… Most of all, with the pictures. With page after page of images of a man and woman, or a man and multiple women, their bodies tangled together in ways she’d never imagined and the throes of pleasure clear even in the artistically blank faces.
“Woah.” She repeated, squirming in her seat as a strange anxiety bubbled within her.
While she was the youngest of the time travellers and among the youngest of the Shepherds, Morgan wasn’t oblivious to sex. She’d already had more than a handful of nights spent tossing and turning atop her bedroll, tugging her cloak tight around her body and rubbing her legs together as she savoured the strange warmth of a breathless fantasy.
She even knew what it felt like to fall in love, albeit a painful unrequited love, but love all the same.
However, looking at it now, at a man and woman entwined in positions she’d never dreamed, at names she’d never heard and advice she could only scarcely comprehend- Somehow, it seemed real, it seemed physical.
This wasn’t just a fantasy and it was far from the vague dreams that enjoyed as an adolescent, she realised, swallowing her dry mouth as a small shudder ran through her spine. This was adulthood. This was coupling, it was lovemaking.
“This is… This is father’s book.” She reminded herself, closing the tome and hugging it tight against her chest, just the same as she would treasure any of her father’s possessions. “Then… Then, does he also?”
There wasn’t much point in studying something you had no intention of putting into practice. The images and titles she’d seen ran hot through her mind once more.
“He’s been researching this…”
Gasping quietly, her breath hitched in her throat as the images she could see in her mind’s eye slowly began to shift. Clenching the book tighter against herself, surprised at how receptive her body was to the sensation right now, the pictures she’d just seen ran again through her memories-
Only, instead of a blank male silhouette holding a woman pressed firmly against the wall… Now the man was garbed in a familiar, beloved tactician’s cloak. And now, she could recognise the same strong arms she knew holding the woman aloft, keeping her secure against him as he pinned her against the solid surface.
And, instead of the empty face she’d seen staring down at the two women wrapping themselves around his waist… Morgan now saw it filled with the same reassuring smile that had lifted her heart so many times, she saw his white hair tousled with exertion, but the same reassuring kindness she loved from him shining out all the same.
Where before she’d see-
‘Ah!?’
The soft sound of approaching footsteps snapped her back to reality and, with her heart leaping to her throat, Morgan frantically jammed the book back where she’d found it, only just barely managing the self-restraint to keep from slamming the drawer shut.
Flicking her hood up, she bent completely over the desk in an attempt to hide her flustered expression. However, even as she tried to suck in deep, calming breaths, her mind continued to race.
The book belonged to her father.
Now that she thought about it, it wasn’t surprising really. She knew well how amazing her father was; he was the most handsome, smartest, kindest, man she’d ever met. Even if they wouldn’t say so, she was certain that all the other female Shepherds were jealous of her mother for being the woman he (definitely, even if he hadn’t admitted it) loved. For a man as incredible as him, he must have countless offers thrown his way, surely he could have the choice of any woman he wanted. He must have had endless opportunities…
But, now he owned this book. And, whether he’d done so already or not… That was proof he was… He was researching things like this.
‘Lovemaking.’ The word echoed gently around her head and a mischievous smile rose on her lips.
Ultimately, no matter how many offers he (surely) received, there was only one reason she could imagine for her father to be interested in things like this.
“Heheeee.” She grinned. “I’ll have to keep a closer eye on him and mother!”
It was unlikely they’d done anything yet, she was fairly sure she would have noticed and her mother had always been rather shy, but, even so, ‘Perhaps they’re not so platonic after all?’
The book was obviously brand new. Either something had very recently changed between them, or her father was finally ready to admit his undying love for her mother!
“Fu fu fu!”
And suddenly, the world was full of possibilities. After all, no-one could blame her for wanting to cheer on the events that would lead to her own birth would, they?
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Walking through the palace halls that night, Robin was only vaguely aware of his surroundings as his mind turned through a myriad of topics.
His work of the Halidom could never be put aside, of course, so he had all his usual endless list of concerns there, everything from the defences of the borders to the allotment of taxation. Atop that, he was mildly worried about the strange looks he’d received from Morgan all afternoon when he’d returned to his office (and reclaimed his seat), she’d been strangely quiet ever since- most likely plotting some form of revenge for him dumping so much work on her like that.
But mostly, now that he’d allowed himself to worry about it, the vast majority of his mind remained fixated on Nowi- on what he knew about the elusive Manakete as much as what he didn’t, on how to arrange time to spend with her, and, ultimately more than anything else… He worried about how he could make her happy, how he could make sure she stayed happy. He needed to ensure his own safety from her, but he knew he’d never be able to forgive himself if he couldn’t find a way to do so without hurting a friend he cared so deeply for.
Fists clenched at his sides, his mind wrapped itself endlessly in that terrible balance- the need to protect Nowi from him, as much as him from her.
Which was why, when he was suddenly stopped in place by a soft body colliding with his back and a slender pair of arms wrapping tight around his waist, he was so caught off guard his heart almost leapt out of his chest.
“W-Wha!?”
He only received an answer a second later, when his assailant pressed themselves closer around him, pressing two large, soft globes into his shoulder-blades and resting their head gently against his shoulder.
“Robin…” She whispered quietly, the warm affection in the voice instantly soothing his shock as much as it raised his tension.
“Ah.” He gulped. He knew that voice, of course he did, he’d heard it a thousand times before... But, he’d never imagined he’d hear it so low and tender, nor with such a measure of yearning. “Cynthia?”
As if he had any doubts, the massive orbs he could feel sliding slowly around his back as the young Pegasus Knight wrapped herself around him, resolved any lingering questions.
Sliding her hands around to his chest and nuzzling her chin into his shoulder, it was a long tense minute before she finally spoke. “I-I’m grateful, Robin, I truly am. A-And, I wanted to, to thank you. As long as I’ve known you, you’ve always made time for me, always looked after me.”
An incredible sensation ran through his spine as her breath tickled against his ears and Robin found himself unable to speak.
“But… But this isn’t what I want.” She whispered, her voice still uncharacteristically quiet as she spoke with a gentle assurance rather than the enthusiastic declarations he usually associated with her. “You always being the one worrying about me, always protecting me or helping me… It’s not right, that’s not how it should be.”
Ah. Robin nodded to himself as his mind caught up. Of course. He should have guessed that Chrom wouldn’t be able to keep even such a simple story straight. It should have been perfect, solving some of Cynthia’s co-ordination issues while letting them spend some time together as father and daughter, there was no reason for him to be involved at all.
“I’m meant to be a hero, I’m meant to- I want to protect you.” She whispered, her hands clenching tighter around his chest as her emotions shone through. “Please, Robin… You don’t need to worry about me.”
“I know.” He answered speaking sincerely as he took her hands in his. If she already knew about his recommendation to the Exalt, there wasn’t any point playing dumb or trying to lie to her. “I know that Cynthia. You’re incredible. You’re brave, strong and honest, you’re everything a true hero should be. I’ve no doubt about any of that, and, I know I’ve never got anything to fear, because if something did happen to me, I know you’d always save me. I know nothing could stop you.”
“R-Robin…”
“But, even so, I can’t stop worrying about you and I can’t just stand by instead of helping you.” He added, entwining his fingers with hers and feeling her squeeze his hand gently. “You’re Chrom’s daughter and Lucina’s sister.”
Her fingers clenched his in frustration.
“And more than that, you’re my beloved comrade. You’ve saved my life and fought at my side, you’re incredibly dear to me. I may not be a hero like you, but I still want to help support you however I can.
“You’re never far from my thoughts Cynthia.” He concluded while she struggled for a reply, feeling her body leaning heavily against his. “So, I’ll always look after you. As much as I can.”
If he’d been thinking about his words, he would have realised it was a surprisingly similar offer to the one he’d made to his fiancé so long ago. That, for what it was worth, she always had him to count on. However, as he closed his eyes and sucked in a deep breath, it was all Robin could do just to ignore the sensation of her breath tickling across the back of his neck or the feeling of the two hard nubs he could feel digging gently into his back.
‘She’s Lucina’s sister!’ He reminded himself, clenching his teeth as he felt his cock straining painfully against his pants. ‘I can’t… I’m not going to touch her own sister!’
He’d known Cynthia had feelings for him for some time now, it had been impossible to ignore that fact after she’d practically confessed his love for him barely a few days ago. He’d told himself he’d simply ignore it, that, no matter what evil’s he done to her already, he wasn’t so heartless as to cheat on Lucina with her own sister! But as he felt the young Pegasus Knight’s hands wrap even tighter around him, pressing her incredible body softly against his back… It was difficult.
‘It has to be her.’ He repeated instead, strategy finally managing to cool his instincts where his loyalty faltered. ‘It has to be her that makes the offer.’
Just like Lissa, just like Olivia and Miriel, he couldn’t make the first move. It had to be their choice completely, a decision they reached and not one he’d pressured them into in a moment of passion or weakness. That was his rule. That was how he ensured he never hurt them, that they never felt taken advantage of- so that his hand was hidden and it was always them who had come to him.
His control returned. Even if he had never attempted to manipulate Cynthia’s feelings for him like he had for the other girls, he would still treat her the same. She had to come to him. And, thankfully, he knew she would never make the first move. Not on him- she loved Lucina far too much for that. So, Cynthia was safe.
“Robin.” Her fingers wrapped tighter around his, squeezing them as her words came a little louder but with more determination than ever. “I’m going to get even better. I’ll become even more reliable, I definitely will! I’ll become so strong a-and so heroic you’ll never have to worry about me again!
“And, and, I’ll always, I’ll always be…”
His breath hitched in his throat and her body tensed taut against him. A terrifying, electrifying moment passed between them as the words she could not say hung loud in the air.
She couldn’t be his hero. Lucina was his hero.
“I-I’ll always be your Pegasus Knight in shining armour!” She promised, repeating the title he’d granted her in a breathless rush as her hands unwound from his and she fell back a step.
Robin sighed, his whole body aching equally with unquenched desire as with unnecessary fear. Cynthia was safe… It was hard to tell if he was enveloped more with disappointment or relief.
“Yeah. I know you will.”
“And! And I’m gonna learn how to dance too!” She declared, her usual volume returning as she stepped past him, shooting him a brilliantly warm smile before dashing away, down the hallway with a happy laugh.
“Heh.” Robin chuckled ruefully to himself, running his hands through his hair and savouring the sight of Cynthia’s perfect round ass bouncing up and down ahead of him until she disappeared out of sight. Just looking was a weak comparison to how it had felt with her hugging him like that. And just feeling her hugging him was a sore comparison for all the things he so badly wanted to do to her…
Heaving a sigh as he stretched back and pushed aside any lingering desires to chase after her, he rolled his eyes to the ceiling, feeling the heavy thrum of arousal surging through him, far more than he could easily ignore.
He did feel slightly guilty about having somehow gained Cynthia’s affection, but Gods, if she didn’t make him suffer for having earned it…
“Urgh… What now then?” Further planning was downright impossible at the moment, there was no way he’d be able to concentrate on much of anything with thoughts of the busty bluenette running red-hot through his mind.
Lissa was just down the hall and he was fairly certain he’d seen Miriel poking around the palace library a few hours ago. “Hmm.” Then again, the last time Cynthia had gotten him this wound up, he’d ended up working out the tension through several exceedingly pleasant hours spent in Lucina’s bed (along with her wall, floor, window and bathroom), right now, the chance for a repeat performance certainly seemed like the most attractive proposal.
After all, gave a wry chuckle, shouldn’t the elder sister take responsibility for her younger sibling’s actions? He was sure Lucina would agree, she’d clearly enjoyed their time together last time. And so, with his mind made up and body tense with desire towards the time travelling Royals, Robin set off to track down his wonderful fiancé.
Unbeknownst to either him or Cynthia however, the woman he was looking for was a lot closer than he could have expected.
Having arrived midway through the display and shocked to silence at the sight of her little sister wrapped around the man she loved, Lucina had wound up watching in quiet surprise from the other end of the hallway behind them both, with a troubled look on her face.
Humming to herself, Lucina turned away, walking in the opposite direction with a pensive frown on her face as she considered what she’d seen, her thought spinning in uneasy circles.
She too, had a lot to think about.
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As it turned out, Robin wound up reconnecting with Nowi a lot sooner than he’d anticipated.
In fact, the very next morning, while on his way to deliver some reports to the palace, without meaning to at all, he ended up stumbling across her while she was shopping in the market square. With him having already sent a thoroughly satisfied Olivia off to her morning practice, and with Morgan out looking into the merchants he’d tasked her with investigating, it was an unmistakable opportunity, a window that would not soon repeat, and he’d leapt at the chance, happily inviting the surprised Manakete around to visit his office later in the morning.
It was an amazing co-incidence, serendipity upon serendipity, as if Naga herself had tipped her hand in this matter and, although he had no intentions of doing more than trying to rekindle their friendship or at least, learn more about her sudden avoidance, he also was not about to waste this opening.
Which was why, after casting the scent removal spell he’d learned from Miriel’s book three times in his office and after almost an hour spent soaking in an almost excessively soapy bath, Robin was, for the first time since he’d returned to life, sitting at his desk, across from the woman who’d once been among his dearest companions. The crux of the strange three-way friendship they’d shared with each other and Tharja.
“It’s great to see you again Nowi, it really feels like it’s been forever since we’ve had any time together!”
His smile was entirely unforced, he really had been disappointed by the Manakete’s absence. Given Nowi’s straightforward, earnest nature, it was hard not to feel that for her to distance herself like that, he must have somehow done something terrible.
“Yeah! I missed you too!” Thankfully, the same wide, open smile met his and the ice that had been coating his heart began to slowly thaw. “I-ah, I’m sorry Robin! I’ve wanted to spend more time with you since forever! I’ve just been… It’s just…”
Pursing her lips in frustration, her face screwed up into a bitter frown as her words trailed off.
“It’s fine, it’s fine.” He answered, waving away her explanation as he saw her eyes beginning to glisten with unshed tears. While he did want to find out her reasoning, he hadn’t expected it would be something she could talk about quite that easily, a point that her uncharacteristic silence seemed to attest to. Still, even without any details from her, just seeing her like this was a relief somehow- a sign that even with all the years that had passed and all the changes they’d all gone through, Nowi was still the same as ever, that she still wore her heart so freely on her sleeve.
It was hard not to love that about her. He didn’t even bother trying.
“We’ve both been really busy.” He continued, leaning back into his seat with an easy laugh. “Gods, I know Chrom’s got me practically run off my feet half the time with the stuff that gets dumped on my desk! Honestly, if it wasn’t for Morgan and Olivia, I sometimes doubt I’d ever get to see the outside of this damn office!”
“Hehee.” The comforting smile blossomed back on her face and the room felt a little warmer again, the two friends easily settling into the same familiar rhythm they’d enjoyed so often in the past. “That’s so boring though! Ooooh! I can help, I’ll help you! I’ll just turn into a dra-”
Somehow, even hearing that familiar hare-brained plan was enough to make him laugh. Although, one he quickly stifled before she took it as an approval. “Ah, no. No, I don’t think that’d be a good idea.”
“Robin! C’mon!” She continued, reaching for her Dragonstone. “If I just transform, I’ll be able to burn up all those papers for you!”
“Along with half the room I’d wager.” He agreed quickly, before she got carried away. “And then, I’d have even more work to do just cleaning it all up.”
Pouting, her hands dropped away from the Dragonstone, wrapping around herself in a loose hug instead and, for a moment, he saw a strange expression flashing across her eyes.
“I hear you’ve been busy too.” He continued, unsure what to make of the momentary change. “Libra tells me you’ve been helping him out over at the orphanage?”
“Y-Yeah!” Her voice caught for an instant before she recovered, her boundless enthusiasm shining through once more. “They’re SO much fun! I play with them all the time, as much as I can! I take them on Dragon Rides, or go hunting with them, and, and I even cook for them, just like you taught me!”
Snorting, Robin sat back with a sigh at hearing that. How he’d even wound up being the one to teach her cooking, instead of any of the vastly more qualified Shepherds, he couldn’t even remember. Their time together had been fun, but considering that even his own daughter now banned him from being near any food preparation, he doubted he’d been much of an example for her. And, judging from the horror stories he’d heard from Libra about Nowi’s culinary creations, his doubts seemed unfortunately well founded.
“I wanted to get Nah to come visit them this weekend too!” Nowi continued with a huff. “But, she’s already taken off down south, visiting Donnel’s family.”
“Ah.” Robin nodded, easing himself out of the pleasant atmosphere as he remembered the reasons he’d been so eager to instigate this talk in the first place. “Actually, speaking of Donnel and Nah. That’s something I wanted to talk to you about. I, Nowi, I believe I owe you an apology.”
Kicking her legs in the air under her seat, she leaned forward toward him. “Oh? Why? What’d you do?”
“Yeah. I’ve been thinking recently, about, well about a lot of things really, and one of the things I’ve realised is that I don’t think I was very fair to you and Donnel, back when Nah joined the Shepherds. Or ever since then really- I never put much thought into it, I think it was the same for the rest of us, we just assumed that the two of you would become a couple without even thinking about it.”
Shaking his head, he let out a small mirthless laugh, his heart clenching at the memories. “We spent all our time trying to change the future and yet we acted like it would still be the same for you two. I never even realised that I must have been pressuring you, or that you may not have even wanted anything like that.”
“Ah, hey, Robin! It’s fine, you don’t need to apologise.” She assured him. “I didn’t really mind at all!”
“Is that really true? I know you’ve argued with Nah about it in the past.” He’d heard of at least one failed attempt to plan a wedding for to the two of them by their daughter. “We haven’t spent much time together in so long, I was worried you might have resented me for it.”
“N-No!” Shaking her head angrily from side to side, Nowi denied his words forcefully, but as she tried to explain, her eyes still wouldn’t quite meet his. “That’s not… I don’t! I’m not mad at you, not AT ALL! I really, really like you, Robin!”
“Ah, sorry. I guess I was just worried about you.” He grinned, letting the topic drop as he pressed her gently on a new front. “But then, if you don’t mind me asking, how are things between you and Donnel then? What are your plans with him?”
“Hehee.” Squirming slightly in place, Nowi’s face brightened once more at his words, this time blossoming into a cheeky smile. “You know how it is, don’t you? When everyone expects you to do something, it just makes you not wanna do it!”
Leaning forward onto his hands, Robin couldn’t help but laugh at that. “Somehow, that makes perfect sense.”
“It’s just dumb!” She added, her shoulders twisting in place and cheeks shining slightly red. “I don’t wanna get married to someone just ‘cause I did in the future! I wanna fall in love properly!”
“Yeah.” It was a relief really. Despite being caught up in a similar situation to him and Cordelia, her thought process seemed to be a lot more straight-forward their either of theirs had been. While it didn’t appear she loved Donnel like he loved Lucina, it also didn’t appear that she resented him the same way the Wing Commander resented what she’d come to see as her own obligation. Ultimately, Nowi was just being rebellious. “I can definitely agree to that.” It was so refreshingly honest, for just a moment, he couldn’t help but be charmed by her. She was surprisingly like his fiancé in that sense, almost impossibly straightforward and earnest.
‘It’s probably for the best like this.’ He decided. While Ricken had an understandable infatuation with Cordelia, Donnel was probably in exactly the same boat as Nowi, no doubt the weight of expectations weighed down on him just as much, so Nowi refusing those expectations freed him to feel however he wished. Was this another one of those glimpses she sometimes gave, of having a hidden maturity? It was hard to tell.
“And, what about Donnel? Has he ever said anyth-”
“A-Ah, Robin.” She interrupted suddenly, squeezing hr hands together and looking awkwardly around the room. “I don’t wanna talk about him right now.”
“Huh?” This was new. “What do you mean?”
“I-I dunno?” She admitted, her cheeks flushing a deeper red as her eyes met his. “I just don’t like talking about him with you? It feels weird.”
Peering closer, he had no idea what to make of that statement, nor even a clue as to what had set her off, but clearly talking about the man she’d been expected to marry with him made her visibly uncomfortable.
“R-Right.” He coughed, his heart jumping a moment as he found himself captivated by the sight of Nowi’s lips pursing together in a silent gasp. “Well, anyway, I just wanted to make sure you were doing okay. It’s part of my job to look after the Shepherd’s wellbeing after all!”
“Y-Yeah.” She nodded, a little too fast.
‘I’m missing something here.’ Seeing her like this only painfully highlighted the sheer lack of information he had towards his friend’s situation, or why she’d even begun avoiding him in the first place.
Unsure what to think about her reactions, Robin changed tack, switching back to much more mundane topics…
…Or, at least, that’s what he attempted. However, of the next several minutes, no matter how he tried to keep the conversation flowing, Nowi’s responses became increasingly vague and disengaged, until she was barely even offering him one word answers.
That alone would have been strange enough, considering the girl’s usual exuberance, but, even more concerning was the change in her demeanour- even after moving away from their previous topics, she was flushing an even deeper red now, squirming distractedly in her seat and twisting her fingers around themselves. In all the years they’d spent together, he didn’t think he’d ever seen her so clearly uncomfortable.
“Nowi… What’s wrong?” He asked finally, frowning as her reply trailed off once more. “Are you alright?”
“I-ahhnn.” Her body quivered as she drew in a shallow breath. “Y-Yeah! I’m, I’m fine! Absolutely!”
“No way, I can’t possibly believe that.” He answered, pushing himself up from his desk and making his way over to the anxious Manakete. “What’s going on?”
Her distress rose threefold with every step he took towards her, the panic shining in her eyes suddenly freezing him in place. None of his comrades had ever looked at him like that before.
“N-Nowi? I, I’m sorry, have I done something wrong?”
“NO! No! You, you haven’t done… I-Ahh, I…” Jolting backwards, her chair abruptly clattered to the ground as she leapt to her feet. “Sorry! I’m sorry, I’ve, I gotta go!”
Practically yelping the last words, she spun on her heel and almost leapt away from him as she tore across the room.
“Wha-HEY! Nowi! Wait up!”
Gaping in shock as the small Dragon-Girl ripped the door open and fled out down the hallway, Robin was left standing dumbstruck, heart clenching tight in his chest and his mind only catching up a moment later as he frantically spun and gave chase, sprinting out into the hallway. He didn’t know what why she was avoiding him, nor even why she’d left so suddenly, but what he did know was that something was very wrong right now!
Adrenaline coursing through his veins, he leapt down the stairs after her, taking them three at a time. The door was already swinging shut long before he made it to the lower level, she was incredibly quick and already had a head start, but he didn’t pause for even a moment.
His comrade! His friend! He’d never seen her like this, he couldn’t possibly ignore it! If he’d caused this- if he’d hurt her, or if something had happened because of him, he’d never be able to forgive himself.
“Nowi!”
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Even barrelling after her at top speed, by the time Robin made it to the, currently deserted, training field behind the Shepherd’s barracks, he was only just able catch sight of the diminutive Manakete slipping into the woods beyond.
“Shit!” He cursed, gaping at the distance between them. “She’s fast!”
Considering the ruckus their members tended to cause, usually having their headquarters on the far edge of Ylisstol city was convenient. Now was not one of those times. Still, he reasoned, at least she hadn’t (or couldn’t?) changed form, there was no way he would be able to catch her if she suddenly flew off.
He was faster than ever now, his speed having risen just as dramatically as the rest of his attributes ever since his revival, and yet, as a testament to the power of a true-blooded Manakete, in just the few minutes it took him to cross the field after her, any visible trace of Nowi was long gone, lost in the countless small trails branching off through the woods.
Face twisted into a furious frown, Robin came to a halt barely a few metres into the treeline, his head swivelling uselessly around as he sought for any clues. Broken branches and uneven bracken lay strewn all around the paths, but he didn’t have anywhere enough skill to discern between what was new and what wasn’t. He’d learned a little tracking and hunting during his time in the Shepherds, enough to chase down some game or another when it was his turn to do so, but something like this, was well out of his league.
“Godsdamnit.”
Biting back his frustration and steadying his breath, Robin closed his eyes, forcefully expanding his senses. He didn’t have the ability to track Nowi in a forest, that was true, but that alone wasn’t reason to give up on a friend in distress.
“North?” It was another oddity of his return, something he had at best guesses and half answers to. Ever since the day he’d come back to life, not only his lusts but every part of him had been heightened far beyond what he’d been capable of before, he was stronger, he was faster and it felt at times like his stamina was almost endless. And, along with the physical changes, his very perceptions had been altered too- he could see tiny details that would have eluded his eyes before, he could smell minute changes in his environment, his entire body felt inflamed with just the barest touches of his lovers and… And of course, if he concentrated, he could easily hear the sounds of a frantic Manakete crashing through a forest. “No, further east than that.”
After all, more than anyone else, almost as much as Lucina or Morgan, it was the Manaketes that stood out brightest in his perceptions, their presence limned with an invisible luminescence that was guaranteed to draw his attention, there was no way he could miss her now. “Perhaps, whatever was done to me had some uses after all.” It wasn’t something he enjoyed thinking about, more than anything else it was a reminder of the heresy his birth had represented and of the fact that he wasn’t quite human, but right now, he was almost grateful.
Pushing forward once more, he left the path, following his way between a pair of trees and through some rough foliage until he uncovered another smaller, hidden, trail- a track made up of little more than grass trodden down enough to stay worked into the ground, that twisted ahead, deep into the forest.
Even as Robin followed this new route for the next several minutes, his progress was frustratingly slow, the path was unclear as it was and being unused to relying on his hearing to this degree, he could only get a vague impression of her location…
…An impression that, thankfully, seemed to have come to a halt not long ago.
‘What’s this? Why here?’ He wondered, frowning as he ducked low below another half-fallen tree. ‘Is this some secret spot of hers or something?’ That, at least, wouldn’t be out of character for her, he could easily imagine Nowi having countless little personal spots she’d discovered in the areas around Ylisstol, and, to his relief, as he wound his way further in, the treeline seemed to begin to open up slightly.
“Ah-Haahhnan. Hhnnaa!”
‘W-Wha?’ The unmistakable sound of heavy breathing ripped him from his thoughts, his eyes snapping up toward where he could now hear them echoing softly through the quiet underbrush. ‘She’s… panting?’
“AH-hhaa, R-Robin… Robin…”
She was calling out to him? “I’m here!” He cried out, crashing faster through the forest, chasing after the direction he could hear her cries coming from. His heart slamming recklessly in his chest as he heard her voice coming closer, stronger, repeating his name again and again. Until, at long last, after racing headlong through a fern almost as big as he was, the treeline completely broke apart and Robin spilled out, stumbling into the suddenly revealed glade with a shout “Now- Wha?”
Just the sight before him stole his breath away, for all around him was a picture of serene majesty. The afternoon sun shone dazzlingly bright through the opening in the trees, illuminating a beautiful field of lush green grass, dotted with wildflowers and even a small bubbling stream that wound off into the distance. But, most captivating at all, was right in the centre of the clearing- the woman he was looking for.
“Nowi…” He mouthed her name, staring at the unimaginable sight before him.
On all fours, collapsed, face down in the grass, Nowi’s eyes were locked tight onto his, shining with sheer desperation as her entire body quivered in place and, most surprising of all, her naked hips swaying hypnotically back and forth before him.
Unable or unwilling to stop himself, he stood dumbfounded, drinking in the sight.
In his peripheral vision, he could see her pink shorts, lying almost ten metres from where she was currently writhing around the ground, her panties, still wrapped around her ankles, hadn’t even made it that far. Panting and moaning on the ground, Nowi’s entire lower body was bared before his eyes, form her creamy white thighs to the smooth curves of her petite round ass, right to where her fingers were clumsily running up along her inner thighs and pressing desperately against the glistening folds of her pussy in a mindless wanton need like none he’d ever seen before.
“Ro-Robin! Robin, ahhannn!” She repeated, moaning his name each time her fingers brushed wet across her soaked entrance. Her face was burning a bright scarlet, but it was clear that whatever embarrassment she felt at being seen like this was eclipsed by her sheer need. “R-Robin. Help, help me!”
Stepping forward, Robin let out a deep sigh, the pieces finally coming into place. ‘This must be why she was avoiding me.’ Even without knowing the specifics or reasons, it wasn’t difficult to understand what was going on now. ‘So then, she’s suffering from her instincts… Just like me?’ Perhaps that shouldn’t have been so surprising, but then, in all the time he’d spent with the three Manaketes, he’d never seen any of them like this- there must be another catalyst.
“A-Aghnaaa! Nhhaaaa!”
The details weren’t important right now. What was important was that his friend was caught in the maddening throes of desire, that she needed help. He’d felt this same ache himself, to the point where he’d feared losing his very sanity, he couldn’t possibly let her suffer like this.
“Of course.” He reassured her, his gentle smile entirely unforced as he felt his own body reacting eagerly to Nowi’s lust. “Don’t worry, I’m here. I’m here now.”
Still, he thought, letting out a rueful sigh. ‘It’s a little disappointing all the same.’ All those plans he’d made, all the worries and fears he’d held- and it was as simple as this, it almost felt too easy. His presence obviously had a powerful effect on the Manakete girl, to make her his, all he’d ever needed to do was spend more time with her. Is that what he’d wanted? Before now, he hadn’t thought so, but now-
“Ro-Robin, please, I-I can’t take it!”
“Don’t worry.” He repeated. “I’ll relieve you.”
Mind resolved, he stepped forward, reaching out for her. “Ah-HHHAAAANNNN!” She cried, her body wrenching violently the instant he made contact, new juices dripping visibly thick down her thighs as his palms rested warm over the small globes of her ass, kneading her flesh gently under his fingers.
“It’s fine, you’re okay.” He whispered, brushing her hands away from between her legs and replacing it with his own fingers, sliding his forefingers across her entrance with an experienced touch. “Relax, Nowi, just relax.”
“Mm-Mmmaaa.” She moaned weakly, accepting his words as she folded her arms under her chin, still lying face-down in the grass as her hips bucked greedily under his touch. “I-It feels, I-Imamaahhhh.”
Running his left hand soothingly across her hips, he turned his right hand over, spreading her lips open and carefully pushing two fingers into her throbbing pussy.
“A-GHGH-HHAAAAANNN!”
‘Gods!’ The physiology of a Manakete was evident instantly- it was hot inside her, far hotter than he’d ever felt before, and tight, her muscles were contracted so securely around his fingers, it felt like even with just these two he was spreading her open.
“Gh-HAAA, Ro-Robin, I-Wha, ahhahaa?”
Ignoring her gasped pants, and fighting back the roiling desire now throbbing clear through him -a reaction to her own needs, he was sure- Robin drew upon the experience he’d gained, screwing his digits around inside her and quickly locating her most sensitive spots.
“GH-Ah-HHHHHNNNNN!”
Nowi came almost instantly, her entire body sized up the moment his fingers dug into the walls of her tunnel and she let out a wild shriek, fingers digging rivets through the grass as her body thrashed against his touch, before collapsing slack down onto the ground the moment the tension lifted, dropping her into a weak heap at his feet.
“Th-There.” He breathed, forcing himself to look away from the dazed look he could see on her face, the clear ecstasy thrumming through her body as she squirmed below him. “How’s that, did that help?”
“N-Nooo.” She whined, letting off a low groan as she rubbed her legs together, her small, round ass shaking back and forth between Robin’s stunned eyes as she anxiously rose herself back onto all fours, visibly presenting herself to him. “No! R-Robin, I- I need, I need more!”
“W-What?”
“No, please!” Twisting around to stare at him over her shoulder, Nowi’s tone turned from imploring to pleading. “I-I’m going crazy! P-please, not enough, hhaaa, it’s not enough Robin! Mate! I, I wanna mate! I need to!”
“You, you want to have sex?”
That was further than he’d intended to go with her in this state. Shaking his head, he opened his mouth to reject her. ‘Ah!’ It was the look in her eyes that stopped him cold, the chilling sight of the desperation he could see in them turning frantic.
‘Is that how I looked?’
Even now, weeks later, he could still remember the fear that had haunted him, the terrifying feeling of being driven mad by his own lusts. He doubted he’d ever forget the ferocious desperation that had clawed at him until he’d finally found relief in Tharja’s arms. Fighting his own instincts had been terrible, it had felt like he was ripping himself apart and losing his very sanity, it had been that same fear that had driven him on since, through everything he’d needed to do to quench his lusts.
Strangely, his own fiery needs were unusually subdued even as her body twisted and shuddered in-front of him. Where normally, he would be blazing with unstable desire at the sight, instead his body simply smouldered with a pleasant contentedness, one that had flowed warm through him since the moment he’d first made contact with her.
“Nowi.” Odd as it was, it was also convenient. It meant his decision was made entirely with a clear head. “Are you sure? This is what you want?”
He couldn’t possibly let her suffer the same pangs he’d felt. He wouldn’t stand idly by while a friend was in pain.
“Hnggga!” Raising her hips up, she slid them back, rubbing her bare crotch clumsily against his, moaning in unsatisfied need as she felt his hard length through his clothes. “Y-Yes, YES! I’mmaaa. More, please!”
That’s fine. He wanted more too. “Hold on.” He smiled, pulling out his cock and lining it up against her soaking entrance. “I’ll relieve you.”
Placing both hands gently on her sides, Robin took a moment to savour the sight before him- standing only as tall as his shoulders, with a practically flat chest and an idyllic, whimsical personality, she was remarkably different from any of the other women he’d been with, and yet, as he ran his hands lower, letting the small, firm globes of her ass cheeks fill his hands, he couldn’t deny a remarkable attraction, even to her physicality.
“Mmm.” He sighed, sliding forward and pressing the head of his cock against the heat of her entrance, counting down several long moments as he gave her time to prepare herself.
“Aa-AHHH!” Her gasp suddenly caught in her throat as he carefully pushed forward, easing her lips open around him and slowly rolling his hips over. Despite the difference in size, her tunnel opened up around his shaft with surprising ease and so, ever mindful of hurting her, he cautiously plunged inside, spreading the lips of her tiny slit wide around him and pressing himself another inch within. “A-Ah! AH! AH!”
“Ahh! AH, AHH!” Her body suddenly seized up, her back arching forward with a yelp. “A-AIIAAHH!”
Robin paused, his heart clenching in his chest as he was brought up short by the sudden change in her tone, worried about their difference in height he had been ensuring he started as gently as possible. “H-Huh?” She was smaller than him, but not that much smaller! And her pussy had opened up around him far easier than he had expe-
A thin trail of blood now running down her thighs answered his questions.
“Wha? Nowi?” He whispered, eyes wide with disbelief. “Are you… Is this your first time?”
“O-Of course!” She gasped, her breath coming in short pants as her lithe body quivered in place. “It’s, it’s way too embarrassing! I couldn’t do this with anyone else!”
‘No way...’ He’d just taken Nowi’s virginity. Deep within his soul, his most primal instincts purred in approval but Robin couldn’t believe it. It didn’t seem possible. She was a thousand years old and one of the friendliest, most curious people he’d ever met, vastly different from a recluse like Tiki. Even aside from that, the time she’d spent with the slavers, he’d never liked thinking about it, but it had always just seemed. ‘I suppose she would have held more market value if s-’
Snarling at himself, he furiously cut that thought short. Now was not the time to think about it, or for any more doubts. The proof was before his eyes and it was far too late for him to back out now.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you.” He whispered, running his hands soothingly over her ass as he paused in place, waiting for her to get her breath back. “I’ll be gentle, I promise.”
“I-It’s fine!” She stammered, her hips shaking tentatively back against his, urging him to continue his movements. “It didn’t hurt, I-ngha- I was just, just surprised!”
Nodding, he took a slightly firmer hold of her small body and gently pulling her back towards him, taking his time to slowly ease in, spreading her inner walls apart around his shaft before slowly pushing forward once more, sinking inch after inch deeper within the panting Manakete.
“Auuuhaaa!” Her body shuddered and her hands clawed at the grass beneath her, but there was no doubting the visceral pleasure in her moans now. “Rooobbbiinn-ghuuuuuaaa!”
“G-Hhaaa.” His own pants joined hers, echoing quietly around the peaceful clearing. It had been apparent immediately, but the deeper he pushed inside her, the more of his cock he buried within the tiny Manakete, the more Robin realised the stark differences between a Dragon and a Human.
The first thing he noticed was the heat. He’d felt it earlier with his fingers, but feeling it from her walls now clenching securely around his length was another sensation entirely. She was hot in a way he struggled to put into words, throbbing with a warmth he’d never felt from anyone before and transferring it gently through his cock with each pulse of her innermost muscles in a way that only served to heighten the already intense pleasure her tunnel provided.
The second was the accommodation. Somehow, in what felt like a ridiculous contradiction, no matter how incredibly tight Nowi’s pussy remained around him, still her walls seemed to eagerly accept his shaft, opening up around him with only the slightest resistance even as inch after inch of his cock slid deeper within her. Rather than the sensation he’d often felt before, of his lover’s walls being stretched to their limits around him, it felt as if Nowi’s body was simply yielding naturally to him, her tunnel welcoming him without restraint and then wrapping itself around him with a pressure that wouldn’t lose to even Lucina’s well trained muscles- coiling just as tight around his thick shaft as it been around his two fingers earlier.
Rolling his hips gently forward and spreading Nowi’s tunnel easily around him, Robin’s cock was soon sliding behind her cervix and pressing gently against the furthest walls of her pussy, still with a significant portion of his shaft left outside.
“AuuuHHAA-”
Her breath caught in her throat, moan dying into a silent gasp as even those walls surrendered instantly to him, easing back to envelop even more of his length as Robin, eyes wide in disbelief, continued to bury more and more of himself within the smaller Manakete, until-
“Ugh-HHAA!”
-Until, impossibly, he’d hilted his cock entirely within her.
“Go-Gods!” He gasped, electricity running up his spine as his breath ran quick, it was incredible! Beyond anything he could possibly have expected, given their height difference, he must have reached almost to her navel and yet, he was still nestled comfortably within her. Clearly, even in human form, a Dragon’s physiology wasn’t to be underestimated.
Obviously too, the effect on Nowi was considerable. “GH-HhhaaNH. HHAAaaaaaah.” She garbled incoherently, panting violently with her head hanging towards the ground and her thin arms shaking like leaves, just barely managing to keep her from collapsing to the ground one more. From the looks of it, he guessed she must have already came at least once, no doubt she needed a minute to recover her thoughts.
They passed the next few minutes like that, with Robin’s hands gently kneading the soft curves of her petite, round ass as he savoured both the incredible heat and constriction of Nowi’s virgin depths, waiting patiently as her breathing slowly came back under control.
“Are you okay? How do you feel?”
“I’m no-not, nhaa, I’m not sure.” She breathed, her words coming with an unmistakable excitement. “My whole body feels really, really warm an-and, haaaahmmmm. Ahhn, I, I like it…”
“Yeah.” He grinned, leisurely rocking his hips back and forth, stirring his cock around inside her. “You feel wonderful Nowi, it’s, you’re incredible.”
“Hehheee.” She giggled happily and even right now, despite their position, he was sure she was making her usual smile, blushing at the praise. “Y-You’re soo big, hahhh, I feel really full!”
“I’m going to start moving, okay?”
“OkaaaAAAAhuuuua!” She gasped, her lime-green hair thrown back and forth the moment he began easing himself out. Her voice hitching and fingers again clenching at the ground as he worked his way back fully inside her again.
“Ahh-haaaa. That’s good, that’s really good.” He sighed, leaning back with a low groan as he began to gently build himself up to a slow rhythm, savouring every moment and every shudder of her body around him as he began pulling almost all the way out, grinding easily to his hilt within her once more. “Y-Yeah, huuaaaaa.”
As the minutes passed, his thrusts grew deeper and his grip on his hips grew firmer, yet, surprising himself, he felt absolutely no urge to up the pace, nor to drive himself any harder inside her. ‘I’m in no hurry.’ He realised, marvelling at the sight of Nowi throwing her head back with a delighted, wanton cry. ‘I just want her to be happy.’
He’d made tender love with all his women, of course he had, he wanted to make sure they knew for certain how much he cared for them, how much he cherished them. But ever since his revival, always, always, it had come only after he’d dominated them, after he’d conquered them and made them unquestionably his woman. The fires of his raging lusts, his very instincts, had demanded it- his very soul and every part of his body had driven him on, until he had their submission, their fealty.
Until now.
Right now, the flames didn’t burn him at all, rather than the roaring fire he was used to, they simply smouldered with the same wonderful fulfilment they had all afternoon.
Right now, he knew, down to the very core of his being, there was no need to dominate her, there was no need for conquest. Because she was already his. She had always been his. He could feel that truth on a deep, instinctive level, in a way he couldn’t possibly put into words- the other women he had to fight and defeat, making them submit, making them his, was his victory. They were his spoils of war. But not Nowi, Nowi was a Manakete. She was his birthright. The sudden rush of lust she’d felt in his presence was proof enough of that.
And he knew, she understood that just the same. Her words from earlier, “I just don’t like talking about him with you? It feels weird.” Of course it did, why would she want to talk about another man around him? She was his.
She’d waited a thousand years for this moment.
And so, with those confusing thoughts swirling around the back of his mind, Robin passed more than a score of minutes gently making love to Nowi- delighting in each lust filled scream that slipped from her lips, marvelling at the way her words would suddenly die and her body suddenly tense up, with each time she came around him.
Her hips shook enthusiastically back against his. His cock dragged meaningfully against all her most sensitive spots. Again, and again their bodies came together, their moans entwining and filling the serene glade with the thick sounds of their fast-rising passion.
“Unhh-Ah-hhHNnng!” She gasped, her arms finally giving out and sending her collapsing down into the grass, leaving her hips still high in the air, her legs fully extended and her thighs held firmly in the tactician’s grip.
“Gh-HHaaaaa!” He answered, clenching his teeth shut as a jolt of pleasure slammed through him as their bodies shifted to this new angle, her tunnel pulsing violently around his entire length.
Nowi, being thoroughly overwhelmed by all the new sensations -a fulfilment and an ecstasy she’d never imagined- had already cum a half dozen times, the bliss rising recklessly within her and fast stealing away any conscious thoughts.
Robin too, despite the leisurely pace and his partner’s inexperience, was finding his own peak fast rising within him. The feeling of her heat throbbing through him, filling him with a gentle warmth strong enough to help any resistance. The sensation of her pussy accepting him easily and constricting around him desperately, how she caressed his entire length even as her body yielded to it. And even the sight before him, just watching as his towering length pushed the small girls entrance wide around it, as it disappeared entirely inside her, filling her beyond reason… Any of those alone was more than enough to drive him wild, all together, was more than he could fight.
“Nhaa, N-Nowi.” Moaning her name through grit teeth, he could feel his length expanding within her as the last vestiges of his resolve dripped away. “I-gh, I’m gonna cum!”
“A-AHhaa? Ok-Okkaannnhh!”
Unable to even articulate a response, it was all Nowi could do to simply, brace herself, folding her hands under her head on the grass as she felt Robin bury himself in her one last time, his cock suddenly twitching violently.
Gripping tight to her hips as he hilted himself entirely within her, groaning when he felt her pussy clench vice-like around him as she peaked one last time, Robin’s world suddenly exploded in a dazzling burst of colours as he came with a guttural roar.
“Ghha-UUHAAA!” Mind turning blank in the momentary bliss, he felt his cock spasming wildly, jet after jet of hot, thick cum erupting out, slamming into her walls and flooding her entire tunnel with his seed, the sheer pressure pushing her walls out even further, filling her to overflowing and beyond.
“AuuuAAH-” Again, Nowi’s words fell into a silent scream as she felt a sudden unimaginable warmth exploding within her, sending her crashing roughly into another mind-shattering orgasm, even while her body was still peaking. Eyes rolling back in the sockets, her mouth hung wide open as her head lolled to the side.
For several long moments, they were stuck rigid like that. The Manakete lying face-down in the grass with her hips in the air, cum and juices both flooding thick down her legs. The tactician with his head angled toward the beautiful summer sky, his hands clenching tight around the smaller girl’s hips and his cock buried hungrily inside her.
“Ughaaaaa…” Slumping bonelessly forward, Nowi’s strength left her, and her waist slid from his hands, letting her collapse in a dazed heap down onto the ground, breath coming in thick pants through glazed eyes as her tongue lolled from her mouth.
“Hhauuaaaaa.” Following her to the ground, Robin sank down with a heavy sigh, the blissful aftershocks of an incredible orgasm thrumming through him, mixing with the irresistibly satisfied feeling he could feel from deep within the depths of his soul.
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“Uwaaa.” Nowi moaned with a sigh of deep satisfaction as blissful afterglow thrummed warmly through her.
Lying a half metre from her, Robin watched in bemusement as she flipped over onto her back with a low groan, stretching herself fully out, a dizzy smile lighting up her face as her small chest pounded up and down, still heaving from the exertion.
“Better now?”
“Mhmm!” She gave a giant nod, shuffling over to his side and giggling happily when he slung an arm over her shoulder, pulling her onto his chest and wrapping his cloak around her. “I feel, it’s… It’s amazing! It’s like, like everything inside me was let out, all at once!”
He chuckled, unable to help but smile at that, he could vividly remember the same feeling of overwhelming relief after going to Tharja. The sudden return to clarity, as if all the fog in his mind had been lifted and he was himself once more, it had almost been enough to bring to tears.
“Hey… Robin.” She added a few moments later, speaking quietly as her chin nuzzled against his shoulder. “I’m sorry. I didn’t… I didn’t want to avoid you. I just, it was always, anytime I was around you I felt really strange.”
“The same as today?” He clarified, to her small nod. That, at least, put to bed any ideas he might have had about her having gone into heat. Still, it was a troubling thought, one that raised as many questions as it answered.
“I’ve never felt anything like this before. I-I don’t even know what I was feeling! My parents never mentioned anything like it… I was, I was really scared.” She admitted quietly, obviously ashamed of having spent so many months running away from a close friend. “I didn’t want to leave today. Since, since it’s been so long a-and, I really missed you!”
“Ah.” He nodded, too satisfied to feel guilty. So usually as the feelings had built up within her, she’d run away before it had gotten too much and managed to retain control of herself, that was why he’d never noticed it before. But today, just as he’d spent so many months attempting to fight back his instincts, she’d done the same, forcing herself to stay until she simply couldn’t take it anymore. “Then when I came here…”
Knowing now, that her condition seemed to be related to his presence, he could guess that by tracking her here, when she’d already been so thoroughly overwhelmed, must have pushed her to her very limits.
“Heheee.” She giggled, her hands tracing a comfortable pattern across his chest. “It felt really good! And, and now, I’m back to normal!”
Right. That made sense. Just the same as he’d sated his instincts in Tharja’s arms, she’d soothed them in his. For the time being at least, she seemed completely comfortable with him, a little more affectionate than previously, but that was to be expected. More than anything else, it was a relief to know she was okay again.
Well, mostly okay, he conceded. She looked exhausted in a way he’d rarely seem from the smaller Manakete- someone who was usually fighting fit even after their toughest battles.
Understandable, he considered, a familiar masculine pride welling within him as he looked down at her, noting both the sheer satisfaction radiating from her smile and the thick river of his cum pooling from between her legs.
Even with a Dragon’s seemingly endless stamina, this had been a completely new experience for her. She’d probably strained muscles in ways she’d never even considered before, no doubt it must have been incredibly taxing for her, both physically and mentally, not to mention -he added, a moment later with an uneasy glance at the splotches of dried blood he could see scattered across her thighs- emotionally.
“Nowi…” He began carefully, his heart clenching slightly at the thought. “Are you okay?”
“Yup!” She nodded vigorously once more before he could even properly articulate his question. “I’m a little tired, but ahahaha, I feel really warm right now!”
“R-Right, but… Your first time.” He pressed on, despite her cheery demeanour. “Don’t you mind that it was with me? Are you alright with that?”
He wasn’t sure what he would do if it wasn’t. All he knew was that he’d broken his own rule. Even if she’d asked for it and even if he hadn’t meant to, he’d still pressured her into her act. Whatever consequences were to come, he needed to face head on.
“Nuh huh!” She laughed happily, beaming up at him with the same trusting smile as ever, instantly dismissing his melancholy. “I’m… I’m actually really glad it was you.”
Shifting her eyes away from his and blushing beet red, Nowi somehow managed to look adorably shy for a moment, even with her bare hips squirming over his stomach. Pausing with only a moment of indecision, she pulled herself up, raising her head from his shoulder and sliding forward, until she was staring down at him- her lime green hair hanging loose around her face as a remarkably tender light shone in her eyes. “I-I like you Robin!” She admitted, the words coming out with a slight hitch in her voice. “I really, really, like you! I have forever!”
“Ah.” Dazzled by the sight of her bright lilac irises shining down at him, Robin’s body moved automatically, his arms reaching up and around her neck, drawing her gently down into his embrace.
Their lips came together softly, her mouth opening up against his tongue as their bodies fell into each other, drawn into a deep kiss. Moaning softly into his mouth, Nowi’s hands clung to the cloak spread open over his shoulders, her eagerness quickly making up for lack of experience as she pressed herself warmly atop him. It was strange how little hesitation he felt anymore, but as Robin’s hands pulled her harder against him, deepening their caresses, there wasn’t a trace of doubt within him.
“Mmmah” She gasped some unknowable time later as they separated, a cheeky smile rising naturally to her lips. “T-There see!? Now you’ve got my first kiss too!”
“I see.” Listening to her declare it as proof of her feelings with such determination, Robin could only accept it with a dry smile, shifting his arms around her and letting her rest comfortably back against his shoulder. “Well, good. I really like you too. I’ve been worried about you for a while now, you know?”
“Heheee!” She giggled, rolling around onto her back and resting her hands atop her stomach with a happy moan. “It’s funny, just thinking about it. I never expected it to happen this soon!”
“Hmm?”
“Me being a mother!” She explained, leaning back and reaching a hand up to tousle through his hair. “Oooh, I hope Nah gets your white hair this time! It’s soo pretty.”
“Er, ah.” Shrugging off her hand and pushing himself up, Robin peered down at the smaller girl in bewilderment. “What?”
“Oh? Robin? You don’t know?” Nowi blinked, completely misunderstanding his confusion as she turned herself over again, settling into his lap as he sat up. “Right, don’t worry! I’ll explain! Hmm, okay, well… It’s where babies come from, you see? When a man loves a woman, an-”
“N-No. No. I understand that.” He interrupted, quickly holding a hand up to stop her. The last thing he wanted was more people assuming he had no sexual knowledge. Pausing, he considered that. No, scratch that, the LAST thing he wanted was a lecture on the birds and the bees from Nowi, of all people. “Sorry, I, I do know that stuff. It’s just…”
He paused, deliberating for a second before deciding not to mention the contraceptive hex he was using. That would only raise more questions. “It’s just, it’s not that simple, you know? Just one time doesn’t guarantee anything.”
Nowi looked surprised. “It…it doesn’t? But, I thought, we had sex and, your seed and my egg, and...” Her words trailed off, apparently, that was the limit of her own sexual expertise.
“There’s a few other factors.” He winced, noting mentally to find a way to ask one of the other female Shepherds to explain the finer details. “It can take some time, or a lot of attempts. Otherwise, half the Shepherds would have kids already, wouldn’t they?”
“Hmmm.” She nodded slowly, her hands returning to running around her stomach as she conceded the point. “So, I’m not pregnant?”
Taking a moment to pray to Naga that the hex worked as well with Manaketes as with humans, Robin shook his head, wrapping his arms loosely around her waist. “Probably not.”
“Huuh, okay then!” Screwing her face up for a moment, her expression suddenly brightened and she slipped from his arms, sinking back to the ground on all fours and waving her hips teasingly back at him. “Alright! Let’s do it again then!”
Mouth dropping open in surprise, Robin’s body reacted instantly to the offer, the sight of her bare hips weaving ahead of him, his cum and her juices still drying heavily down her thighs, provoked a powerful reaction in the tactician. “Y-You, you don’t want to go back inside?”
“Nope! I like it out here! It feels natural!”
“Naga.” He breathed, not bothering to fight back his desire as his arms reached out to take hold of the smaller girl.
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Several hours passed between them like that, their bodies coming together time after time, both clothes and inhibitions discarded under the warm afternoon sun as the peaceful meadow was filled with the gentle warmth of passionate affection. Until finally, lying wrapped up together, fully naked and entirely sated, with Robin’s cloak acting as a blanket, they gave into their fatigue, drifting off comfortably surrounded by the quiet sounds of the woods surrounding them.
And… As Robin slept, with a Divine Dragon curled up in his arms, the proof of his conquest splattered all across and through her body, the primal instincts buried at the core of his soul began to swirl.
And slowly, the thick obsidian portcullis, in the deepest recesses of his memories, was raised an inch off the ground.
And, his dreams began to shift.
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Some Time. Some Place.
His consciousness came and went, periodically. He had no concept of time nor of place. He didn’t know where he was, nor for how long he’d been here, he knew nothing about his situation or even himself, save for some faint stirrings he could feel at far in the distance, just barely out of reach.
He existed. That was all he knew for sure.
“You should not have come here.”
A voice? He could hear a voice? It existed on the edge of his consciousness, but it existed none the less. Meticulous and restrained, but not without warmth, the voice echoed both around and through him at the same time. He could hear a voice. Even lacking ears. He could hear it.
“Mother…”
A second voice joined the first, this one filled with so much emotion the words were almost drowned by the feelings it released. But, just like the first, it’s presence filled the space and echoed gently through him, speaking without making a sound.
“This is my home, the area between worlds, between the living and the dead. It is not a place for you, not yet.”
“I… I’ve felt him. I’ve felt his presence again, in my dreams, I-I’m sure of it! He’s here, isn’t he!?”
A thunderous hesitation filled the room but it quailed under the determination of the second voice, it was replaced instead with a deep sigh.
“Very well.”
“A-Ah!”
Something like a door flew open, then another after that, and slowly, even without them saying anything, slowly he could feel the voices drawing closer toward him, becoming sharper, more distinct and, as they did so, they lit up like a beacon in his mind, shining like auras so bright he almost felt he could reach out and touch them. Even without eyes, he had no trouble seeing them.
“You’re… Looking after him?” The second voice asked hesitantly, shining a deep sea-green as it followed closely after the first.
“Of course.” The first confirmed, pulsing bright with in emerald hues. “After all that he’s done, to guide him like this is the least I can offer. But, for now at least, that’s all I can do. I have no control over life or death.”
“I under-”
One final door flew open and the sea-green voice dropped silent in shock. They were closer than ever now, and so sharp in his mind a thousand memories began to stir. ‘I’ve…heard this voice? I know… her.’
“R-Robin!” Her voice shuddered and snapped, and he -Robin- had a sudden urge to take her into his arms. Something within him broke apart at just hearing her ache. “G-Gods! Robin!”
“Indeed.” The emerald voice spoke up, her own happiness shining through clearly. “As you can see, he’s putting himself back together. His body is remembering itself at an incredible rate, it’s only been a few days since the battle and already we can see the outline of his form.”
“H-Hah.” The other voice choked out a laugh somewhere been pained and amused. “H-His cloak… Even here, even now, he’s still wearing that cloak.”
“This is only the beginning.” The first voice warned carefully. “All that was Grima’s is now his. The incredible power that was released is being taken in and fuelling his revival. Very soon it will overpower him entirely. After that, it’s up to him.”
“Then, is he, is he okay?”
“I do not believe he feels any pain. I do not believe he is yet aware of pain.”
“This power…” A painful hesitation, something she dared not ask hung in the air. “Wh-When he does come back, what will he be?”
“He will be himself.” They all knew that wasn’t the question she’d asked, but it was the more important answer. “It’s his memories, the bonds he shares with you and the rest of his comrades that are giving him shape right now. When he returns, no matter what else has changed about him, he will be himself.”
‘Memories? Bonds? My, my comrades…’ The words ignited something within him and suddenly the teasing fragments at the end of his consciousness were within reach! All at once they rushed at him, a furious torrent of names, faces and voices, a thousand scenes and pictures all seared themselves across his mind with an unstoppable fury.
‘CHROM!’ He thrashed in place. ‘LUCINA! MORGAN!’
As his mind reeled, he could feel his hold on himself slipping, his aura cascading out and encompassing the room, enveloping both the voices at once.
“W-Wha! His power? It’s, it’s incredible!” The sea-green voice gasped, letting out a low sigh, almost purring as she felt their auras entwine. “Robin… It’s, it’s so warm. Wonderful.”
“Indeed. The power of a God, given shape in a man. But, to release it like this, is far too much for now.” A surge of magic crackled to life and in the next moment, Robin could feel his power being restrained, the emerald voice’s power supressing his own, wrapping it gently back around him. “Sleep child. Sleep and recover. You will regain it all in time.”
“R-Robin! I’ll be back!” He could hear both hope and despair equally in the sea-green voice, as he felt the other woman’s power washing over him. “I’ll be waiting for you, I’ll always be waiting for you!”
His consciousness dimmed but, just before it faded, just before he slipped away again, he remembered how to speak.
“…Tiki…”
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A/N: And there we go! A really long chapter this time, but one I’m actually pretty damn happy with.
First off, I know it was probably quite a surprise to many of you that Nowi was a virgin and maybe you disagree with that idea. I can understand that. However, I’ll refer you back to the very first chapter of this story, where I said, there will be no rape. That doesn’t mean just Robin, that means none at all. Not in the present, nor in the past. Bad things can and will happen, but that’s not one of them, no-one in this story is going to be or have been raped. Anyhow, personally, I think that since Nowi shows zero trauma from her experiences, never mentions them again and doesn’t even seem worried about returning to Plegia, it’s not all that difficult to take her story on face value. Although, your mileage may vary.
Secondly, for anyone wondering about Robin’s strange thought process while they were going at it, remember- that’s his instincts talking, just as Tharja pointed out, they’re his primal urges, the actions of a Great Wyrm as it jealously guards its hoard. Definitely not something he’d think in the cool light of day.
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