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A Change Of Tactics	By : JLDavenport Category: +A through F > Fire Emblem (all) > Fire Emblem (all) Views: 90775 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 5
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Chapter List
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Bonus – A Time For Taming
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Authors Note: Phew! It’s been a long time hasn’t it? Far longer than I either anticipated or expected! For those of you who don’t follow my weekly updates, you may have been wondering what the heck happened and for those that do, well, you’ll see for yourself that I wasn’t kidding when I said this chapter was gonna be quite a doozy! I’ve got a LOT of content packed in this time folks, definitely enough to keep you warm over this Christmas, New Year period!
First off though, before we get cracking, I’ll make a note about the Noire scene in this chapter, keep in mind, the terrible thing that she alludes to from the past is just her own supposition.
Other than that, I just wanted to mention two pieces of art I commissioned
The first is based off Robin and Cynthia’s massage in the Pegasus Knight’s barracks, by Kibazoku:
www.hentai-foundry.com/pictures/user/Kibazoku/466542/Massage-gone-too-far...
And the second is based off the time Tharja was sucking Robin off while he made out with Lucina, by Awedacious
www.hentai-foundry.com/pictures/user/awedacious/467791/Commission----A-Change-of-Tactics-Ch-8
Check them both out if you haven’t seen them already! Really damn impressive pictures!
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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, Miriel and, most recently Nowi.
Spending time with the enthusiastic Manakete, Robin discovered that for some reason his presence seemed to have an incredible effect on her, drawing out feelings very similar to those he suffered from in the smaller girl, accidently sending her wild with lust, a problem he was only able to cure by thoroughly sating her.
And then, sleeping, exhausted, on the forest floor with the young Dragon, his dreams took him down a path he couldn’t possibly remember, giving him visions of the first moments of him pulling himself back together, the time he’d spent in Limbo… Time spent with Naga and Tiki.
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Whether by design or by co-incidence, all the initial women Robin took were, in one manner or another, submissive to him. Even the spritely Lissa and headstrong Miriel were, by nature of the situation they found themselves entangled with the Tactician in, comparatively subservient.
But, with what was to come, with the women he had still to claim, that would soon change.
Unable to compromise and unwilling to risk everything on the reckless impulses or whims of another, only one path lay open to the Grandmaster. To bind these free-willed, dominant women to him, to claim them as his own and then curb their impulses, to control his instincts enough to shape their behaviour toward his own needs.
In short, Robin needed to learn to tame them.
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After sending Nowi home to recover and promising to spend time with her again tomorrow, Robin was once again, seated back in his office behind his desk.
However -absently breathing out a contented sigh as another warm ripple of pleasure thrummed through him- despite his current pleasant haze, or the work piled up over his desk, his mind was miles away, tumbling through recollections of a time he had no memory of, a time he could have no memory of.
‘Tiki…’ Once again, the image of her, the feeling of her presence so close to him, rose in his head.
Just dreaming about the busty Manakete would have been one thing. Before his death his dreams had been steadfastly loyal to Lucina but, ever since his recovery, the beautiful Oracle had starred in his subconscious desires just as much as any of the other Shepherds. He was exceedingly fond of Tiki, they’d become very close during the Valmese campaign and he considered her a beloved friend, but even so, more than a handful of his nights had been spent savouring that guilty pleasure, tossing and turning as he envisioned the Voice of Naga wrapped tight around him, her innocent face flushed in shame and emerald hair tousled from their exertions.
‘Were you really there? Did that… did that happen?’
Another immoral fantasy would have been one thing, but this, this hadn’t felt like any of those times and, unlike his dreams, it hadn’t faded at all upon the waking light. Even now, almost an hour later, he could still remember it vividly, could still picture the scene, crystal clear in his mind.
Rather than a dream, it felt like a memory, a recollection he’d forgotten until now that had somehow come unlocked.
Was that possible? Could he truly remember something from the time spent between life and death? Even if that were the case, why did he only remember it now, months after his return?
None of it made any sense and, as if to compound onto that, no matter how hard he wracked his brains or strained his memories, no more came to him. He could remember nothing before or after, not until the time he’d awakened in that same field with Chrom and Lucina.
‘Am I missing something?’ he wondered, a repeated burst of satisfaction taking the edge off his frown. With everything that had happened since he’d come back, he’d put it completely out of mind, but now that he thought about it, he recalled a strange impression he’d gotten from talking to Lissa when he’d first woken up… That he’d talked to Naga? That she’d told him something? ‘Was that related? Is it the same?’ it was so long ago, the feeling was utterly lost and he could barely do more than guess.
What did it mean? Why now? He had no clue. Most probably it had just been a strange dream. If not then he certainly couldn’t find any deeper meaning to it, as surprising as he strange vision had been, it had hardly been revelatory, in-fact, as much as it warmed his heart to think of Tiki trying so earnestly to guide him back to life, the scene had been otherwise almost completely incidental.
‘If I think about it, it’s pro-’
*Tchk*
It was the sound of his door opening that finally knocked him from his musings.
“Robin?”
Then, a moment later, he was looking up in mild surprise as his fiancé poked her head in, soft cerulean hair shaking loose around her shoulders as she looked cautiously around his office.
“Oh, Lucina?” he grinned happily, a small rush running through him at the sight of her. No matter his mood, or even his circumstance, even at times like this, when he should have been preoccupied already, it was always a great feeling to have the woman he loved visiting him when he worked, “Yes, hello!”
“H-Hi,” she smiled in reply, shuffling into sight at the entrance, but moving no further inside, her eyes darting to each of the corners of the room and her voice surprisingly quiet, barely rising over a conspiratorial whisper, “Uh, so… So, Olivia’s at practice right now, isn’t she? S-So, it’s just, er that is to say, it’s only you here at the moment, Robin?”
“Well, I told Morgan I’d have dinner in the palace today, so she’ll probably come get me in a few hours. But, until then…” Grinning eagerly, Robin let his words trail off meaningfully. Sitting straighter in his chair as a sudden surge of excitement burst through him, he made absolutely no attempt at subtlety as he reached down to quickly adjust himself, preparing for her next move.
This was something to be savoured! Even after all their time together, he almost always made the first move, it was exceedingly rare to see Lucina so bold like this! What a rush!
Surprisingly however, despite a very similar light of anticipation dancing bright in the princess’s eyes, she made no move towards him.
“I-I see,” she answered with a shaky smile, nodding at his words, “Okay!”
And with that, she was gone. Slipping back out the door with little more than a shake of her sapphire hair and shutting the door firmly behind her.
“Luci-Wha?” He gaped, slumping back in his seat in abject confusion. “Huh!?”
A confusion that was only magnified a few moments later when, rather than heading back down the stairs outside, he realised Lucina’s soft footsteps had just taken her into their daughter’s, currently vacated office. The muffled sound of Morgan’s door clicking shut echoed out a second later.
And then, even more baffling than that, was the unmistakable clang that followed, a sound he’d heard countless times over the wars, the metallic tang of a bag of armour being dropped to the ground.
“Huh!?” He repeated.
Armour? What armour? Lucina had only been wearing her usual tunic, the outfit styled after the Hero King that she’d brought with her from the future. Having adjusted to a life of (mostly) peace, she only wore the armoured battlegear Chrom had commissioned for her when she was training or out on bandit hunts. ‘Did she bring it with her?’ he boggled.
Now, this was a surprise, he realised. Lucina, despite the cryptic nature of their initial meetings, was usually a thoroughly straightforward woman- easily among the most predictable of all the Shepherds. Taking off guard by her actions and without a clue what to make of them, Robin had half a mind to go after her, “What in the world?” instead, however, he used her arrival as a reminder of the work still awaiting his attention and so, pushing the competing distractions aside, he turned his mind back to the piles of papers Morgan had helpfully left stacked on his desk.
Unfortunately for that plan, his renewed focus lasted for only a little more than ten minutes before he was again jolted from his comfortable deliberations- this time by a hesitant knocking on his door.
“Huh?” he repeated for the third time… Surely that could only possibly be Lucina, but, why hadn’t she simply come in? Again, he had no clue what to make of her actions.
“G-Grandmaster Robin?” a surprisingly timid voice, one he could only just barely recognise as belonging to his fiancé, rang out quietly through the wood, “Sir, are you in?”
Thoroughly lost and feeling long overdue for some answers, Robin shoved his seat roughly backwards, taking barely a moment to compose himself before striding across the door and flinging his door wide open.
“Okay, what’s go…going…?” jaw hanging to the floor, his words trailed off the moment he saw he.
There was no doubt about it, the analytical part of his mind assured him, the woman standing before him was unquestionably Lucina. Somehow, that was the only coherent thought he could manage at the moment.
Squirming shyly in place, with her deep blue eyes upturned towards him and her hands clenched together over her stomach, the princess stared meekly back at him, her face burning a red bright enough to guide ships.
Robin swallowed, a shudder from somewhere deep within his subconscious running up his spine. He’d seen Lucina acting nervous before, he’d seen her being shy, aroused and everything in between… But he’d never seen her, never known he’d wanted to see her, like this.
With her long blue hair pulled back over her shoulders and decorated with a pair of small white ornamental wings, aside from her usual golden tiara, the woman he loved was dressed head to toe in the uniform of the Ylissean Pegasus Knights.
Her familiar tunic was still in place, reaching down to just over her hips but this time, rather than the dark blue of her battlegear, strapped atop her chest was a well-polished silver breastplate. Glowing softly in the fading afternoon light, it beautifully accentuated the moderate bust she normally kept bound tight under her clothes. The usual black undershirt she wore was completely gone and in its place her arms were encased in long metallic gauntlets that stretched all the way from her hands right up to a pair of embossed iron pauldrons. Equally, her modest leggings had been removed and instead she was clad only in a thin pair of thigh length navy blue stockings… ‘Gods.’ … Just seeing the thin garter straps connected to them running further up her legs and under her tunic was doing terrible things to his composure.
Staring in silent disbelief, it took Robin several moments before he realised why he was so awestruck at the sight. He’d seen Lucina completely naked and he’d seen her fully clothed, he’d seen her in a thousand different compromising positions, with her clothes pulled down or bunched up in a hundred different ways… But, never like this. Somehow, he’d never once beheld her wearing only her tunic and panties, her underclothes discarded and her creamy white thighs bared indecently before him.
It was incredible! And, because her tunic was never designed to be worn alone, it was far more alluring than even the normal Pegasus Knight uniform. Where Cordelia or Sumia’s dresses teased the imagination, reaching most of the way down their thighs, Lucina’s was downright immodest, barely even beginning to cover her hips!
The urge to simply reach out and pull her into him -to run his hands under that skimpy skirt, grind his painfully hard erection between her legs and squeeze the small, round globes of her magnificent ass- was almost insurmountable, restrained only by an even greater anticipation to see just what had brought about this change of costume, just what her plan was.
“A-Are you Grandmaster Robin?” she spoke first, her nervous lilt breaking the momentary silence.
“Er, ah, yes, yes that’s me,” he answered, more out of instinct than anything else, stepping away and gesturing her inside the office, “Here, come in.”
“Thank you,” she nodded, bowing her head in polite deference and closing the door behind her -a further spark of adrenaline igniting within Robin an instant later when he noticed her fingers also deftly flicking the lock into place at the same time- “It-It’s an honour to meet you sir, truly! I’ve, I’ve heard so much about you!”
Robin was no fool, no matter how surprised he was, the pieces very quickly fell into place, ‘Lucina…’ She’d checked first to see if he was free, then she’d changed into this (incredible) outfit and now she was pretending not to know him? Faking an act of nervousness around him? ‘I never expected anything like this… You really have gotten bold, haven’t you?’
This was a far cry from the stoic princess he’d first met so long ago, the reserved warrior he’d fallen for, traumatised by her past and lost under the weight of her obligations.
It was almost unbelievable! Lucina, of all people, was inviting him to a game, ‘Very well!’ his mind roared in eager approval, already spinning through what his own role in this would be, ‘A young Pegasus Knight, likely a trainee, sent to see the Grandmaster?’
“Well then,” he nodded, holding out a hand and offering her an encouraging smile. “In that case, it appears you’ve got me at a disadvantage, miss…?”
“I-ah, er…” Stumbling over her words, Lucina’s eyes shot wide open and Robin had to stifle a laugh, clearly, she hadn’t thought quite that far ahead. Flinching back, her head dropped to the floor. “My, ah, my name?”
“Yes?”
“My name…”
A momentary pause settled between them as the game they’d begun balanced on a knife’s edge and he watched his fiancé’s mind racing in circles. Her body tensed completely taut, as if in combat, as she scrambled for an answer, a name for a young trainee Pegasus Knight, come to visit the Grandmaster.
And then, a second later, she turned to him once more, shoulders squared and brand of Ylisse shining bright with determination.
“Cordelia… My name is Cordelia.”
‘W-WHA!?’
Now, it was his turn to flinch back in surprise! Reeling, Robin wasn’t sure just what he’d expected, but that definitely was NOT it, ‘Was that the first name she thought of?’ Obviously, she wasn’t going to use either her mother or sister’s names, but still…
Swallowing heavily and only just barely managing to cling to his composure, he desperately forced himself not to think about the position he’d had the real Cordelia in, just a few days prior.
“C-Cordelia eh?” he nodded, hiding the slight hitch in his voice with a hum, “Well then, it’s a pleasure to meet you, Cordelia. But, what brings you to my little corner of the world?”
“Th-The, the Wing Commander sent me to see you, sir,” she explained quietly, “I, ah, I think she’s wasn’t sure what else to do with me.”
“Your Wing Commander did? Why?”
Squirming silently in place, Cordelia dropped her gaze, squeezing her fingers together, “Because… Because, I keep messing up,” she admitted finally, “The Pegasii won’t listen to me, they keep throwing me off or, or ignoring my orders, no matter what I do! I can’t stay in formation or, keep up with the others or…or anything.”
From the few, admittedly funny, stories he’d heard about their childhood from Cynthia, Robin couldn’t help but wonder if Lucina was basing this on reality.
“So…” still squirming away from his gaze, she tugged anxiously on the hem of her tunic, unable to do anything to hide the smooth white flesh of her thighs from his appraisal, “She-she was hoping you’d be able to help me.”
Frowning as he considered the request, he shook his head, “No. That’s not why she sent you.”
“S-Sir?”
“She sent you to me, so I could evaluate you,” folding his arms, his voice became stony, “Cordelia, your Wing Commander is no fool, she knows well; if you can’t become a Pegasus Knight, then you shouldn’t be one.”
“W-Wha!? No! Please!” she begged, reaching out and tugging desperately on his sleeves. “I have to be a Pegasus Knight! I-I’ll do anything!”
“Anything?” Robin smirked. Oh, but she was making it far too easy!
Flinching a step back, with her face burning red and eyes shifting from his harsh gaze, Cordelia’s hands rose instinctively to her chest. “I-er… If you, if you w-”
“And that,” he interrupted viciously. “Is why you’re not a Pegasus Knight.”
Too bad for her, he was having far too much fun to stop their game this soon!
“The Pegasus Knights are the backbone of the Ylissean Military,” he continued, speaking directly over her surprise, “Respected and feared the world over, they make up both our first and last lines of defence. To most people, the Pegasus Knights are Ylisse, as much as the Exalt or the Fire Emblem.”
Pinned under the merciless intensity of his gaze, Cordelia swallowed a dry throat.
“And you… You would do anything to join them?” he scoffed, the mocking words twisting cruelly through the young trainee as he drew out a painfully heavy pause. “What could you possibly offer, Cordelia, that can match that prestige?”
“I...” Mouth hanging open, she reeled back as if stung, face colouring in mortification and eyes dropping to the floor.
“Exactly,” he answered for her, “You realise it yourself, don’t you? You’re not a Pegasus Knight, Cordelia, and you should never be one.
“That’s why you instantly tried to bargain with me just now, isn’t it?” he added, watching the nervous girl tremble as he ripped open the cold truth. “If you’d said you were determined to be one, if you swore to improve, if you told me you me you would work harder than anyone to live up to the title- then I would have accepted it. But, the truth is, you already know, it doesn’t matter what you do or how hard you work, you’re not meant to be a Pegasus Knight.”
Without giving her a chance to respond, Robin slid closer, cupping her chin with his right hand and raising her head to face him.
“You always put on a show of strength, don’t you?” he breathed, running his thumb in a small circle across her cheek, “For your family, or your friends? Just like today, you square your shoulders and act as if you can take on anything. But, behind that act, you don’t truly have any confidence, do you? You’ve spent your whole life just anxiously waiting, for someone to unmask you, to show the whole world who you really are. Even I can see that, you’ve never believed in yourself, you just don’t want to trouble others.”
Referencing what he knew of Lucina’s insecurities and mixing them into the story she’d concocted for this young Pegasus Knight, Robin knew what he was doing wasn’t exactly fair… But, from the awe he could see shining in the bluenette’s eyes, he knew she was captivated- completely enveloped in her role.
Releasing her face, he stepped slowly around behind her, making a show of resting his hands atop her pauldrons, flicking his fingers down and carefully pulling open the fastenings that connected them to her breastplate. “So, tell me, do you think the Pegasii are stupid, Cordelia? Are they just dumb beasts to you?”
Startled at the rude question, she finally found her voice. “N-No! No, of course not. I adore them, they’re incredibly intelligent, empathetic animals!”
Just the kind of answer he would have expected from Sumia’s daughter, or perhaps, from Cordelia herself.
“Exactly,” he drawled, sliding his hands down and tracing his fingers across the leather straps at the back of her breastplate, twisting them open with practiced ease, “Then, if I could tell all that from the moment I met you, do you not think they must also understand it?”
“A-Ah!” Gasping, the young trainee suddenly tensed up, her entire body jolting rigid at his insidious words.
*Clnnng*
Falling loose from her body, the breastplate dropped to the ground with a metallic tang. Still in shock from his words, Cordelia shivered involuntarily at being so suddenly exposed, but gave no other reaction as Robin stepped closer, bringing his hands around to the thick belt slung tight around her waist and slowly beginning to unfasten it.
“That’s why you can’t ride them,” he continued, his voice low and unyielding, speaking easily, as if it was the most natural thing in the world, “Because they don’t respect you. How can you as them to trust themselves to someone who fears to lead them?”
“I, that can’t be…”
Ignoring her disbelief, Robin pulled the belt smoothly from around her waist, dropping it carelessly between her legs.
“They won’t follow you because they know that you’re just like them. What you want, what you really want, isn’t to lead, but to be led. Just as each Pegasus waits for it’s ideal partner, you’re waiting for your ideal master. The person you can show how weak you truly are too, someone you can trust to take your reins and instruct you. Someone who will train you.”
Letting his breath tickle around the back of her neck, Robin slid even closer, finally pressing his body directly against hers, letting her feel the strength of his strength of his arousal as his hands wrapped tight around her waist, dancing his fingers up along her incredible, toned body.
Very familiar with holding her in this position, Robin’s fingers traced automatically up her stomach, teasing over the embossed patterns in her clothing and reaching up to cup her soft mounds, smiling happily as he let them fill his hands.
Free from the chest bindings she usually wore, Lucina’s chest pushed her dark blue tunic out far more than usual. Designed for a man, the outfit was strained tight over her bust, making her moderate breasts look even larger than they were. Only a little smaller than Lissa’s, they had a decidedly immodest bounce to them- pert and springy under his fingers, when hanging free like this Lucina’s assets easily as eye catching as Tharja or Miriel’s.
“W-Wha-What are?” the Pegasus Knight’s voice suddenly caught in her throat, turning instead into a soft gasp as Robin dragged his thumbs over her hard nipples, grinding the light fabric roughly into her overly sensitive skin, “Ahhnn!”
“The Pegasii won’t accept you atop them,” he continued without missing a beat, breathing his words millimetres from her skin, “Because they know that’s not your place, you’re the same as them. You should be beside them… In the stables, bent over and waiting to be bred.”
“W-WHA!?” She exclaimed in shock, squirming in place against his embrace for a moment before his firm touch put her back under his control.
“It’s this body,” Robin answered simply, releasing her now tingling breasts and dragging his fingers up to her neck, slowly bringing them down once more, but this time smoothly flicking open the ties to her tunic, just as he had so many times before. “Look at it.”
He pulled apart the fabric over her chest, sending her supple mounds falling free into the heated air with a lascivious bounce.
“These soft breasts.”
He ran his hands lower, his fingers dancing beneath the cloth, teasing along the entirety of her torso as he unveiled just the same.
“This toned stomach.”
The last of the restraints fell undone under his touch and her tunic swung back, open around her shoulders. Not missing a beat, his hands had already moved to the thin strip of cloth hiding the last of her modesty, easily tugging apart the side-tie to her panties and casting them to the floor… (Honestly, some distant part of his mind wondered absently, just what kind of self-respecting Pegasus Knight wore side-tie panties in the first place?)
“These smooth hips.”
Shivering under his confident touch and lacking any shreds of her composure, it was all Cordelia could do not to moan aloud as his fingers slid roughly around behind her, cupping and kneading her shapely, around curves.
“This tight ass.”
“S-Sir!” utterly shaken from being caressed so aggressively, the young trainee stumbled hopelessly over her words, “Wh-What are…Nnnh, what are you…?”
Truthfully, Robin was glad to be standing behind her right now, listening to the words coming out of his mouth, he was blushing almost as hard as his love, making it all up as he went along, he was almost completely out of his element. Aside from a small few times where his instincts had gotten the better of him, he’d never been one for dirty talk in the bedroom and he’d certainly never roleplayed like this, or like anything else, before.
But, as his heart raced and his adrenaline surged, he was finding himself thoroughly enjoying this new game. He couldn’t deny the rather twisted rush he was savouring, taking control with such heartless words.
“There’s no way a body like this was meant for fighting,” he concluded in a harsh whisper, releasing her ass and taking hold of her open tunic, yanking it up and over her head, giving a moment’s thanks that it was loose enough to clear her pauldrons as he tossed it across the room, far out of reach. Finally leaving the young Pegasus Knight stripped to nothing but her golden crown and shining armour, “Cordelia, Naga gifted you a body like this for only one reason… You were built for fucking. You’re a natural whore. A cheap back alley slut.”
Her entire body jolted in place, the sheer audacity of his words finally bringing her back to her senses.
“N-No! Nngh, s-stop! Stop this, please!” she cried, thrashing about in his arms. He was holding her with barely even the lightest touch, a fraction of his strength, and yet, despite her words she remained in place- lacking the willpower to actually break his hold, “This, this isn’t why I came here!”
“This is exactly why you came here,” he retorted, sliding his hands down and spreading his fingers across her thighs, giving a mocking laugh when her squirming suddenly came to a halt, her body arching automatically back into him in response, her hips shaking against his caress, “You came to be evaluated, to find your true place and I have told you.”
“S-Stop!” she repeated, the word coming out in a breathless moan, devoid of any conviction, “Th-This is, this is sexual harassment! Abuse of power!”
All at once his movements halted and Cordelia couldn’t restrain a throaty gasp in response.
“You’re right,” he nodded, stepping away and releasing her to stumble forwards on shaking legs, “It is.”
Weakly, she shook herself in a daze, unsure what to say or even to think, all she could do was try deny his words, “I’m, I am a Pegasus Knight…”
“Is that so? You can still say that, even with your juices dripping all over my floor? Hhm, very well then. I’ll leave it up to you.”
“A-Ahuh?”
“If I am wrong about you, then show me. Pick up your clothes and get dressed. Report me to your Commander- she’ll be horrified to hear about it and far too guilty to ever question your role again. I’ll be fired and you can go back to pretending to be a Pegasus Knight… Pretending you don’t want this.
“Or,” savouring the moment, Robin let the word hang long in the air, not missing the delightful quiver that ran up her spine as he dragged the sentence out, “If I’m right… Then give up on being a Pegasus Knight, Cordelia. Stop fighting your true self and bend over my desk like the whore you are.”
A moment passed, then a second, but still Cordelia remained stuck in place. The denial that should have come instantly from her couldn’t make it past her lips and each time she looked towards her discarded armour, her eyes darted automatically away.
Moving forwards with a dark chuckle, Robin loosened his pants, unsheathing his cock and laying it rock hard against her bare ass, letting her feel the heat of his desire across her naked skin, right up the small of her back.
“How long are you going to act tough?” he whispered, sliding his fingers around to her inner thighs and teasing them through the sticky warmth spreading fast down her legs, making a show of rubbing in just how wet she already was.
“I-I,” stumbling away from his touch on shaky steps, the young trainee shuffled forwards… away from her unwanted armour and over her unneeded clothes, until, finally, at long last, she all but fell over the tactician’s desk- her face burning in shame even as her body pulsed with an unbearable desire. “Y-You’re wrong. I am, no matter what you say, I am a Pegasus Knight!”
“Is that so?” he repeated, his eyes hungrily following the way her shapely round hips swung impatiently through the air, thoroughly savouring the sight of the corrupted trainee presenting herself to him, “You can say that even now? Well, let’s put it to the test then, shall we?”
Stepping forward he took a firm grip on her waist, pressing his hard cock against the heat of her entrance, holding it in place and letting her throbbing lips open wide around his thick glans, “A true Pegasus Knight has pride and honour. She would never let herself lose to someone like me.
“So, if you can defeat me, I’ll apologise and accept your words.” Dragging the moment out, he rolled himself a half centimetre forwards, pushing his cockhead just barely inside her- teasing her to madness while holding her tightly in place, refusing to let her move herself, “But, when you succumb… Once I defeat you, you won’t just become a whore, you’ll become my whore. You’ll exist only for my pleasure.”
“Nghh,” lacking the resolve to scowl back at him, Cordelia simply snarled in defiance, her fingers digging into his desk as she braced herself, “D-Do your worst! I will never lose to som-AIYYAAAAA!”
Slamming his cock forwards without a single word of warning, Robin drove himself into her full force, spreading her unprepared pussy wide around his thick shaft as he hilted his entire length inside her, crashing mercilessly into her deepest walls and stretching them back, wrapped tight around him.
“AUUUGHH!” Cordelia screamed. Jolting forward under his power, her knees smacked into the back of his desk with a dull thunk, a sound her torso repeated a moment later when she collapsed down atop it, her legs trembling weakly and mouth hanging open in a shocked euphoria, “UNHGhhhhhaaaaa.”
“Oh my, Cordelia?” Robin teased, dragging out her name as he leaned forwards, swirling the full length of his cock around within her and running a finger softly down her spine, “Did you cum already?”
“N-Nghh, N-No, no… Of co-course not,” she lied weakly, barely able to raise her head with her shaking arms a thin trail of saliva running from her open mouth. “I, I can still.”
“Good, that’s a relief,” Robin answered, wasting no time in withdrawing his shaft, watching with a smirk as her fingers scrambled for purchase on the polished wood while he scraped back through her pulsing tunnel, “It’d be a shame if this were all over so soon… HHaaa, your pussy feels amazing, you know? Just as I knew it would.”
“D-Dastard!” she swore, her voice hitching dangerously high as he slid smoothly back through her depths, jolting her knees again into his desk and sending another intense surge of bliss right through her core. “Do-Don’t just, just assume, th-that, ghaaa, hhaa, Ah! Ahh!”
“Augh, merciful Naga!” he groaned, happily ignoring her complaints, his fingers clenching tight around her thin waist as he quickly built up a rapid pace, driving himself roughly into her, again and again. His body shuddered and his instincts gnawed at his control, his soul blazing with delight as he began fucking her harder, faster, his cock slamming the naïve Pegasus Knight hard into his desk and the urge to claim her, to own her, twisting through him with a cruel ferocity, “It’s amazing! Gods! You’re so unbelievably tight!”
With her lithe body and battle toned muscles, Lucina had always been almost unreasonably tight. Even after all their tight together, no matter how often her walls were forced wide wound his shaft, nor how rough he was, still, each time he was with her, it always felt like he was opening her depths anew.
‘Naga!’
And right now, absolutely caught up in this game of hers, he could swear she was squeezing him harder than ever!
“Anngh. Th-There’s no doubt about it,” he continued, stifling a groan as her hips shook automatically back against him, her body visibly convulsing as another orgasm speared through her, before collapsing in a heap, back down to his desk once more. “This really is your true calling.”
“Nghuuhaa, n-no! No, pl-please, I beg you… Sir! D-don’t say that.”
“Oh? You’re still denying it, Cordelia?” he laughed, not minding her refusal at all. It was only more reason to continue enjoying her depths, “But, to, ahhngn, to, feel this good, you must be very well practiced, tell me, just how easily do you spread your legs? How many cocks have you had already?”
“N-None , none sir!” she panted defensively, her words barely coming out over the lewd moans now falling unbidden from her throat. “Only, only this one. Only yours!”
“Oh?” caught up in the roleplay, his eyes widened in genuine surprise. A stunning woman like this had gone untouched? This was her first time? He hadn’t felt any resistance but then, he had heard that being on horseback was sometimes enough to-
-Blinking, it was only at that moment that Robin remembered just where he was. The daze of pleasure, the feeling of Lucina’s, incredible pussy wrapped tight around him, it was sending his thoughts in a whirl. Shaking his head with a rueful smile, he withdrew fully, holding himself for half a moment at the very tip of her the bluenette’s aching entrance, “And, how do you like it? Your first cock? How does it feel?”
Leaning over her, he drove violently forward, slamming himself into her as hard as possible, hilting himself in one thrust and scraping his cock directly against the point, deep inside her, that always brought Ylisse’s proud Princess to her knees.
“AuuGHH!” she screamed, her torso pitching wildly into the air as she came again, her entire body seizing up and her tunnel squeezing tighter than ever around his cock, “AHHNG!”
“Be honest now!” He ordered, repeating the motion again and again, watching as all possible vestiges of resistance evaporated from the blue haired trainee, until her body lay limp across his desk, spread out in acceptance- fully opened up for his use.
“I-I-I…” ultimately, her mental resistance was sundered just as easily. “Nnng, I, I LOVE IT! Annghh, F-Father, forgive me, G-Gods! I love it! I can’t, sir, I can’t take it! Hhhaa, it-it’s too much!”
“Say it clearly!” he commanded, his composure fought hard against the pulsing shake of the Pegasus Knight’s tight pussy as another overwhelming orgasm seared through her, “What do you love? What are you really?”
“I, I…” for just one single, final moment, the young Pegasus Knight clung to the dignity of the role, of the dream she’d chased…
...Then, Robin’s cock slammed again into her most sensitive area, driving her forcefully into his desk as his shaft pushed right to her furthest walls, stretching them tight around him once more. And suddenly, as the last remnants of her pride shattered around her, she realised only one thing mattered. “I love being fucked like this! I’m, nghhaaa, I’m your whore! I’m your whore! For your use! N-Naga! I’m cumming! I’m cumming again!”
“Yes! Good, very good!”
Watching in abject satisfaction as the bluenette’s slender body fully submitted to him, the soft bouncing flesh of her toned ass shuddering with his every thrust and turn, and impulse rose suddenly within him, to spank her- to slap his hand hard into that luscious target and put her completely in her place.
‘W-Wha?’
It was an impulse that lasted barely a moment before Robin furiously quashed it, a stab of guilt at the thought jolting him painfully back to reality.
This was Lucina, he reminded himself, the woman he loved more than anything, the woman he’d offered his life to. Lucina enjoyed rough sex because she trusted him, because she enjoyed being able to surrender to him, to relinquish control in a way she couldn’t do in any other facet of her life. Being obedient to him, being dominated by him gave her a freedom she’d never experienced before. She was not a masochist.
‘Stupid.’ He scolded himself angrily, his guilt thankfully soothed slightly by her happy screams echoing through his ears as he continued to drive himself roughly into her. No matter what game they were playing, no matter how this “Cordelia” was acting, he reminded himself, he was with his Princess. He could never, would never hurt her, not even for fun. Keeping her from being hurt was why he’d started this mad quest in the first place, it was why he’d betrayed his friends and was walking down a path he knew could only possibly end with his own disgrace.
“Lucina…” Wrapped up in thoughts of her, as much as by the familiar feeling of her body wrapped tight around him, her name fell from his lips without a thought.
“L-Lucina?” the girl before him whimpered in reply, her pleasure drunk voice tinged with disapproval “Please, sir. Do-Don’t, don’t think about other women right now!”
Instincts flaring into an inferno at the sound of her insubordination, Robin fell eagerly back into his own role.
“I’ll think about whoever I damn well please!” he snapped, leaning forward and pushing her head firmly down into his desk, holding her face against the wood as he drove into her even harder than ever. “And, you are in no position to argue!
“If I’m not thinking of you, it’s because you’re not worth thinking about!” Bending almost completely over her, Robin slowed the speed of his thrusts, putting all his focus into his power, his cock spearing brutally through the Knight’s narrow tunnel, jolting her body further and further forward over his desk until she was stretched out on her tip toes, almost off the ground. “Is that clear, Cordelia?”
“Y-Yes, yes sir! Sorry sir! NGHHAA!” she pleaded pathetically, her feet flying splayed into the air as he drove into her once more, her hands just barely managing to catch onto the far side of the desk as she was sent crashing through another peak.
“Lucina is the woman I love. She’s an incredible person and the pride of all Ylisse,” he continued, finally relinquishing his assault and pulling her back, settling her feet back down on the ground, “She’s a thousand times better than some cheap whore like you, Cordelia. You should be honoured just being compared to her!”
“Nhghuuaa… Y-Yes, yes sir. I’m sorry, hhaa, I didn’t realise, I, I am honoured, sir.”
“Good, good. This hole is the only worthwhile thing about you Cordelia, don’t waste it.”
Laying bonelessly atop his desk, with no time to recover from her latest peak and already half gone from the world, Cordelia gave no verbal answer. But, from the way she continued to shake her body hungrily back against his, it was clear what she was craving from him.
“Ahhmm… That said…” He sighed, slowing his movements to a gentle pace and savouring, for a moment, the blissful feeling of the young trainee’s complete submission. “You are rather impressive, in your own way. I’m proud to own a good little slut like you.”
“Oh? Th-Thank you, sir!” she stammered, practically glowing with pride. Judging from her reaction and the picture she’d given him of her life so far, he doubted she was used to being complimented.
“Yeah,” he nodded, pulling back and dragging his shaft completely out of the surprised girl, “It makes me want to show you off!”
“Huh? Ah! Ah!?”
Ignoring her squeal of surprise, Robin wrapped his arms tight around her waist, yanking her abruptly into the air.
“G-Grandmaster?” Cordelia balked, squirming in his arms but far too weak from pleasure to struggle as he carried her over to the east side of the room, depositing her, with surprising gentleness, against his windowsill.
In the late afternoon of a warm summers day, the window had been wide open since before she’d even arrived and so, the startled bluenette was left holding desperately onto the edge, her head hanging out into the air as her new master positioned himself wordlessly behind her.
“Ah-” only, this time, his aim was a little higher. “AuuGHHAAA!”
Lining his cock up against the entrance to her ass, and taking another firm hold of her gorgeous round hips, Robin wasted no time in pushing forward. With his shaft already thoroughly lubricated in her copious juices, he was able to smoothly open up the amazingly tight entrance around him, gasping in delight as he soon hilted himself within her once again, feeling her entire body tensing up in shock at the feeling of his thick rod filling her back passage.
“N-Naga, this ass is divine,” he praised her, running his hands soothingly over her shapely round butt and marvelling at the sight of his entire length buried within her. “Just as I expected from you, Cordelia.”
Already he knew he couldn’t last much longer. His stamina had already recovered from his earlier fun with Nowi and, with everything they’d done so far, after fucking her as hard as he had, even just being inside his fiancé like this almost enough to tip him over the edge.
“I, nghhaa, I, I can’t…” She gasped, her mouth hanging wide in a weak moan as she felt his cock start to rock and forth within her, smoothly building into a slow rhythm.
“Ahh, like I said, it makes me want to show you off,” he repeated, clenching his teeth to bite back a groan as her muscles coiled tighter around him, pulsing wonderfully across his entire length. “Look out there, don’t you see them?”
“Hu-”voice catching in her throat, Cordelia’s entire body suddenly locked up in shock as she fully realised just where she was, “Ah! Ah!”
Hanging half naked out the Grandmaster Tactician’s eastern window, she was overlooking a small, private training ground… The Shepherds private training ground. Where Exalt Chrom stood, barely twenty metres away, currently leading a small group of his squad through their final routines for the day.
“Ahmmmm!” Eyes wide in fear, both her hands flew to her mouth, leaving her leaning right against the wooden frame as she desperately stifled any possible sound, frantic not to give any of them a reason to look up.
“That’s right,” Robin whispered, slowly increasing his tempo, easing her ass open around his thick shaft as he ground himself into her, “The Shepherds, Ylissse’s most elite group and my own personal charge. They’re my most trusted companions, people I share everything with. Surely, I should introduce you to them Cordelia? To show them all who you truly are?”
“Mmmph! Mnnaaph!” Thrashing against him in protest only served to stir his cock around inside her, the resultant blast of pleasure only dragging her closer to yet another peak and making it impossible to even offer a token resistance.
“This room is currently warded for silence. That, of course, includes anyone in it.”
Feeling her sag in relief, he increased the force of his thrusts, his breath coming in ragged pants as the pressure within him rose faster than ever.
“Nng, but, luckily, it’s so very easy to undo that,” waving a hand lazily through the air, he feigned the motions of undoing his wards, sending a minor spark of lightning fizzling through the air instead, “There we go. Okay! Now, go on!”
“MmmphHHH!” caught right on the edge of another peak, the helpless trainee shoved her fist into her mouth, forcefully biting back a scream, “HMMMPH!”
“Come on, Cordelia!” Robin taunted, his fingers digging hard into her waist as he began strongly driving himself into her tight hole, “Let it out! Show them our true self, let them all see what a slut you really are!”
“N-No,” she forced out weakly from between her fingers. “No!”
“No? You don’t want to? Are you still denying yourself?”
“I-I’m not!” She gasped, clenching her teeth down on her knuckles as her chest slammed again into the windowsill and as another violent orgasm speared through her, “You… You said, hhnaaa, you said that I, that I belonged to you. Ahhhaa, th-that I was for your exclusive use!”
Smirking as she acknowledged it, Robin groaned happily, leaning back to scrape his cock along the topmost walls of her ass, pushing her right to her tiptoes as he did so.
“I don’t, don’t want anyone to see me but you!” the young Pegasus Knight finally finished, forcing the words out through stifled screams of bliss, “I-I’m only for you.”
“But, what if that’s what I want? What if I order you to do so?”
Still Cordelia held on, fighting for her words even as her eyes rolled back and her world descended into a white fog, “Peg-gnha-Pegasus Knights have a, a duty to refuse unjust orders!”
Robin’s soul blazed in delight. The perfect answer! Exactly what he’d been looking for from her. “Good girl.” She may have been a failure as a Knight, but this Cordelia’s potential in the bedroom was incredible.
Then, all at once -as the last of her willpower faded away and as the pressure raging inside finally overwhelmed him- they both suddenly realised they’d gone far beyond their limits and, that they’d finally reached the end of the game.
“GhnnGHHHAAA!” Pulling back at the last possible moment, Robin dragged his cock from inside her tight passage, leaning back with a strangled cry as his long-awaited release exploded furiously out! Jet after jet of his hot, thick seed splattered across the princesses back, defiling her beautiful white skin with the proof of his lust and leaving trails of cum plastered across her- from between her silvery pauldrons, right down to the small of her back.
“AnnghhUHHAAA!” Crying out in one final peak, her knees finally gave out under her. And, as she slid down the wall and onto the floor, the last thing Lucina saw before she passed out was the sight of a Warrior sparring against a Pegasus Knight.
‘Father… Mother…’
It was a strangely encompassing thought that ran through the time-traveller in that moment. Far from the image of the ideal princess she’d always tried so hard to live up to, she’d just been fucked like a cheap slut, easily giving up both her holes, barely meters from where her beloved parents were standing, thankfully unaware.
‘Robin… he’s changed me so much.’
Her body pulsed with delight one last time and she collapsed in a heap, a contented smile beaming across her face as everything around her faded to white.
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“Mmaaahm” Lucina hummed warmly several minutes later. “I never expected that!”
“I’m fairly sure that’s my line.” Robin deadpanned in response.
They were both stripped fully naked now, with him having discarded the last of her armour and his clothes as he’d cradled her unconscious body carefully to his bed. Having been put through the wringer himself, he wasn’t sure exactly how much time had passed since, but, with Lucina snuggling happily against him, with her arms and legs both wrapped around him, he didn’t much care.
“Hhaa, but you were so mean!” she continued with a small laugh, “It was as if you’d trampled all over my hopes and dreams.”
“Oh,” he blinked, realising he could hardly deny that, “Ah yeah, I guess I did go a little overboard there, didn’t I?”
He’d never done any kind of sexual roleplay before, but, now that he was calm enough to actually stop and think about it, the scenario of “The young Pegasus Knight trainee is sent for discipline” probably didn’t usually involve a complete psychological breakdown.
“Ack,” he winced, suddenly feeling rather sheepish as he remembered how he’d even brushed off her offer to do anything for him. “S-Sorry, I, ah I hope I didn’t take it too far there? I wa-”
“No, no.” Lucina interrupted, all but purring as she clung even tighter to him, “Robin, it was amazing! Naga, I’ve never felt anything like that! It was… It was as if you broke down everything about me, tore away everything I ever wanted and replaced it with you, as if I should feel ashamed for caring about anything but you. Ahehe, you were so strong, so determined, I couldn’t do anything but be swept up in your authority.”
“Ah,” he grinned, his face heating up gently at his fiancé’s vivid description, “well, so long as you enjoyed yourself.”
“Definitely,” she nodded, “Ah, it was a little strange to borrow a name though. Huh… I wonder if the real Cordelia would have acted the same?”
“Er… Robin balked. “I would have no idea… But, why did you use her name anyway?”
“Hmm, there was no particular reason, it was just the first name that popped into my head.” She explained, giving a light shrug and playing it off as if roleplaying under the name of one of your fiancé’s longtime friends was perfectly natural, “I, I hope it wasn’t strange for you? Me using her name?”
“Ah, no, it was, it was fine.” He answered carefully, deciding after a moment’s thought that it was better not to probe any deeper. Lucina had always been a little strange about the elder Pegasus Knight, her respect was genuine yet there was a subtle but clear edge in her dealings with the red-head. It wasn’t exactly difficult to guess why, but what role that had played in their game -and particularly in how much Lucina seemed to have enjoyed being degraded by him- he couldn’t guess.
“Robin,” she breathed quietly a moment later, “Were you thinking about her, while we did it?”
“What!? L-Lucina!” he gaped, her questions were getting stranger by the moment! “No! No, of course not.”
It wasn’t a lie. Regardless of the name she’d taken or the act she was putting on, he’d always only been thinking of her. The Pegasus Knight trainee had been simply another facet of the same woman, the woman he loved.
It wasn’t much, but while he was with her, at least, he was faithful to her.
“Ah, well, that’s good, of course.”
She was smiling, but strangely she seemed surprisingly conflicted by his answer.
“Lucina, what’s this all about? I- Come now, what brought this on anyway? Something like this doesn’t just happen out of the blue?”
She perked up at that, “Oh! Actually, it was an idea I received from Sir Vaike.”
“V-Vaike!?” This was becoming ridiculous! He didn’t know how many more surprises he could take. “You mean, Vaike knows about us?”
“To be honest, I’m not entirely sure actually. I spoke to him a few days ago, after his dance lessons an-”
“His… dance lessons? Vaike dances?”
Lucina’s giggles filled the room, the soft, joyful melody acting as a stark contrast to the Tactician’s growing confusion. “I was surprised too! But, I saw him the other when I was patrolling past southtown, he was just leaving the Red Rose Dance Hall.”
Shuffling up along him a little more, the princess leaned over, “I think he’s keeping it a secret from Lady Cherche.” She added, lowering her voice to a conspiratorial whisper as her brilliant blue eyes sparked mischievously.
“I’ll bet he is…” Robin deadpanned.
The Red Rose Dance Hall, a Gentleman’s club, for the loosest possible definition of the world “Gentleman”.
Closing his eyes with a sigh -and completely ignoring his own hypocrisy on the issue- Robin consoled himself that at least his friend was smart enough to look, rather than touch. When Cherche inevitably found out, perhaps Minerva would simply maim him.
“He was certainly surprised when I called out to him,” Lucina continued, oblivious to her love’s concerns, “But, he came over to me and he gave me some advice. He told me, ah, it’s, it’s actually a little embarrassing.”
Even after all they’d done, the knowledge that the idea of their affection being publicly recognised was still enough to bring such a giddy, innocent smile to the princess’s face, Robin couldn’t help but be charmed by her all over again, his heart melting at the sight.
“He told me, that… Well, that is to say, he said that married men get bored of just being with the same woman all the time, even if they love her. A-And, that… that it’s healthy to, to spice things up a bit.”
In the next moment, as Robin leaned off the bed, staring in open mouthed shock at the blushing face of the woman he loved, more than a thousand methods of brutally murdering the Shepherd’s resident muscle-head flashed through his mind.
‘What in the hells is he saying to her?!’
“So, I thought, well, of course we’re not married yet, but… But you enjoyed it, right? It was a nice change?”
“L-Lucina…”
“Hehe,” running a finger across his chest, she smiled playfully at his stunned face, “I actually got the idea for a Pegasus Knight from seeing you with Cynthia last night!”
“W-Wha?” Robin’s shock suddenly took on a completely different tone as he remembered just how Lucina’s sister had been clinging to him. Heart racing in panic, he swallowed a suddenly dry throat, “You… You saw that?”
“I did, I wondered if either of you noticed me.”
“W-We, we were just talking about, she was thanking me for, for Chrom an-”
“Robin,” placing a finger across his lips, she interrupted him gently, “I made no attempt to listen to your conversation then and I have no wish to pry into it now. I was simply surprised to see you accepting her like that, normally I would have expected you to shake off someone holding you in such a manner.”
‘Naga. She’s right.’ He realised, his mind suddenly flashing back to his behaviour over the last few weeks… How many times had he run his hands over Lissa as they passed in the hallways? Or allowed Tharja to wrap herself around him before letting her drag him into a spare room? How often had he so recklessly risked everything? ‘I- I hadn’t even noticed… How much I’ve changed…’
What else had he missed about himself? About his desires?
“W-Well, usually that someone would be Tharja... Or Basilio,” he answered weakly, “Your sister’s a little different.”
“That’s certainly true,” she laughed, easing him back down to the mattress and resting her head atop his chest again, “But, I’m happy to see you two getting on so well all the same, to know that you’re looking out for her. She’s had a far worse life than she deserved Robin… There were few pains I was able to protect her from.”
Robin winced, hating the familiar bitterness in her voice. Her mission was long complete and the people she loved saved, but he knew she would still never truly appease the guilt she carried within her. “Lucina, come now…”
“It matters not at the moment.” She answered, waving off his attempt at comfort- she wasn’t that fragile. “I just wanted to say, I’m pleased to see you taking care of you. You’re important to her, you know? She really likes you, she always has.”
“I-Is that so?” “Definitely! I’m sure that’s why she was able to hug you like that,” Lucina answered with all the confidence of an older sister, “She wouldn’t do that to just anyone you know? It’s because she sees you like an older brother.”
Trying very hard not to remember the way Cynthia’s nipples had been pressed, hard into his back as she wrapped herself around him, her words only just stopping short of an absolute love confession as her soft breasts squished heavily against him, Robin couldn’t answer that.
“That’s why… Although it was, really, really embarrassing. I’m glad she knows about us,” Lucina admitted quietly. “Since she knows, it’s as if, as if you’re like a brother-in-law to her. I, that, that makes me very happy.”
Leaning back with a sigh, Robin couldn’t argue with that.
“Mmm, so, anyway…” Lucina added a few minutes later, blowing hot air across his chest. “Today was only, only one idea.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah, so… if, ah, if you wanted to try again, I could… could borrow a cleric’s outfit? If you’d like?”
Jerking upright once again and gaping at where his lover wasn’t quite meeting his eyes, Robin couldn’t possibly miss the message implicit in that offer. “Lu-Lucina! Look! Hey, whatever Vaike said, ignore it, he’s an idiot! He doesn’t know us at all. I’d never, never get bored of you. I don’t want anyone but you.”
“R-Robin! I, I know that, I believe you, I trust you, of course,” Lucina answered quickly, burying her face in his chest and wrapping her arms tight around him. “Forgive me if I misspoke, this is all still new to me. But, I swear, I have no doubt of your feelings, nor any lack of faith in you… I, Robin, I’ve come to love you more than I ever believed possible and, and you’ve proven yourself to me time and again.
“It’s only…” She paused, her voice dipping to a whisper. “Only… Even if Sir Vaike was mistaken… You have always been very close to her, don’t you… don’t you ever miss it? Sleeping with Aunt Lissa?”
“No.” Robin answered clearly and instantly. “No. Not at all.”
It wasn’t a lie either. He’d made love to Lissa, in this very bed, just two days ago. That was far too short a timeframe to miss anything.
Lucina’s expression was unreadable, “I-Is that really true?”
Obviously the blonde Shepherd’s careless “advice” had dug up insecurities Robin had thought the princess had long since buried- the fact that she hadn’t been his first, that someone she respected so deeply had held his heart for a time.
“You’re the only woman I want Lucina. The only one I ache to be with. If I could spend the rest of my life only sleeping with you, I’d be happy.”
If… If only that were possible.
“A-Ah, I see.”
Lost for a response to his impassioned declaration, Lucina was blushing a brilliant red, the light of her bright smile shining clearly through even the darkest parts of Robin’s soul. She giggled once more and his heart rang like a bell.
“You’ve got me wrapped around your little finger,” he teased, tugging accusingly on said finger, “I’d break the world if only to see this smile again.”
Shaking her head with another soft laugh, the bluenette dropped her head back to his shoulder, “It’s the other way around I fear. I find myself willing to do almost anything to please you. Things I would have never considered before I met you, I now do happily.”
Dressing up like a Pegasus Knight and surrendering herself to him was proof enough of that.
“If there’s anything you wish of me, any permission I can grant, you have only to ask me.”
“Is that so?” He chuckled, closing his eyes and trying to make a guess at the time -how long he had left to enjoy this time with her before Morgan arrived- “I’ll have to make sure to take advantage of that then.”
With them each relaxing comfortably into the other, a warm and gentle silence fell over the two lovers after that…
…A silence broken only a minute later as Lucina slid herself atop the tactician, laying her naked body flat over his, steepling her hands on his chest and letting her silken blue hair fall freely over them both.
“Hey, Robin… You’re not too tired, are you?”
“Mmm?” Cracking an eye open he didn’t miss the clearly earnest look dancing across the princess’s face.
“We’ve still got some time,” she explained, her voice barely a whisper as she breathed the words across his skin, “Do, do you mind if we do it again? Normally this time?”
Ah!
Naga! She was so cute when she looked at him like that! So, innocent and pure!
“I dunno… Cordelia certainly wore me out.”
He couldn’t possibly resist teasing her!
“R-Robin!” Her small fists drummed playfully into his shoulders with exaggerated anger.
“Haaah,” he sighed, looking away. “Well, I guess I could… If you were to ask very nicely.”
“I see…”
Pausing her movements, Lucina drew her hands back, placing them flat over his chest and dropping her head down between them, turning her eyes imploring up towards him.
“I understand you must be tired. You work so hard and you’ve already taken such great care of me,” she spoke softly, each word slow and measured, “Sir Robin, my love, I know this is selfish of me, but, but I ache for your touch, I yearn to be held by you once again.”
Staring numbly, mouth hanging wide in shock, Robin was held captivated as the once Exalt of Ylisse again lowered her head, the brand of Naga shining bright as she shamelessly threw away all her pride.
“Please…” Frozen in place, he couldn’t move, could barely even think. He doubted Lucina had ever begged for a single thing in all her life. “Let me feel it again, I… I need it, I need you. My love, one last time, please, fuck me.”
“A-AH!”
His cock was pulsing agonisingly rigid under her, harder than he could ever remember before, his entire soul inflamed by the proud Princess’s absolute submission.
But…
“L-Lucina! It, it was a joke,” he stammered, biting down on his tongue to fight back the crushing urges and looking away as his cheeks burned red in mortification. This was too many surprises for one day! He’d never expected her, of all people, to take that request seriously! Gods, could he ever face Chrom again after hearing that from his beloved daughter? “I’m, I’m sorry, you shouldn’t, I never meant t-”
Her melodic laughter once again filled the room with warmth, easily cutting off his words.
“I know,” she grinned, taking his shaft firmly in hand as she raised herself well above the bed, wasting no time in lining it up against her entrance and slowly sinking down onto him, “Auunngh!”
Embarrassment tuned to surprise then just as quickly to pleasure and Robin could only gasp. Given her personality, Lucina didn’t often want to be on top, that combined with the novel experience of her suddenly turning things around on him and taking charge was more than enough to send his world into a tailspin.
“Mmnng! B-But, but, like I said… I-If, hha, if you enjoy it, I don’t mind… And, and anyway, it’s nice to tease you for a change!”
Catching her cheeky wink, Robin could only sign… Then groan happily as the former Exalt smoothly showed him a glimpse of heaven.
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Meanwhile, Tharja, still curled up hidden under Robin’s desk, was biting down furiously on her left hand to keep from crying out as her aching pussy pulsed and shuddered around two fingers of her right.
Despite having lost the taste of the Tactician’s cock in her mouth, just listening to their previous display, especially hearing him being so commanding, had pushed her ability cum silently to its absolute limit. And now, with the small respite between the lovers actions being more than enough to refill her own lust, that same control was being very quickly tested once more.
The sounds of the two lovers moving together echoed loud around the room and, as Robin’s groans filled her ears, Tharja’s body shuddered in delight and her juices pooled wet on the floor.
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Meanwhile, across the other side of town, a vastly different liaison was taking place.
“Severa!”
“Hah,” The short-tempered mercenary smirked, sinking back to a hip at the sight of her friend’s glowing face, “It’s about time! I was starting to think you were avoiding me!”
“N-No! I-I’m not, not at all! I came to visit you twice already!” Noire stammered, waving her hands in a sudden panic, “B-But, Miss Cordelia said you were with her parents.”
Shrugging, Severa stepped past her and into the home the archer stayed in above Tharja’s shop. She’d been inside plenty of times in the past, but somehow, it was still strange every single time she tried to remember this was meant to be a Dark Mage’s abode. Tidy, clean and with wide open windows letting the light in, the apartment was perpetually bright and cheerful. Vases full of colourful flowers were dotted throughout the rooms and pictures of cats or sunlit landscapes adorned the walls... All in all, it wasn’t hard to believe her friend at all when Noire said that her mother spent most of her nights staying in the palace, closer to Robin, than living in the house she technically owned with her daughter.
“Yeah, yeah,” she answered, shaking her head at the uncomfortably welcoming ambience, “They insisted I go stay with them after I got back… Well, it wasn’t so bad really.”
One of the few good things about having the world’s most perfect mother, was that she (of course) had a fantastic relationship with her own parents, in-fact one of the very first things Cordelia had done when they’d returned from the Valmese war was introduce Severa to them. She only barely remembered her maternal grandparents from her own time, so it had been a little strange to reconnect with them at first, doubly so when her apparent Grandmother had kept going on and on about how much she took after Cordelia, as if it was even possible for anyone to match up to her.
“Well, I-I really missed you!” Noire insisted, sniffing back happy tears as she chased after her.
She didn’t doubt that, but, despite the archer’s words, Severa noted she still never made a move to close the distance between them. Noire stood -as ever- a little over a metre from her, holding herself always just barely out of arms reach. Truthfully, with their stunted upbringing, none of the time travellers were very used to any sort of physical contact, but Noire was undoubtable the worst of them all, the fault of which Severa pinned squarely on Tharja’s shoulders. She had a distinct impression that her friend’s upbringing, such as it had been, hadn’t involved a lot of hugging.
“I was worried about you!” Noire insisted, “An-And, it’s just, it’s really good to see you again Severa. I missed you.”
“Pah,” she shrugged, turning away as her cheeks dusted pink listening to her friend’s unabashed affection, her ego soaring none the les, “Geez, you’re always such a crybaby. It was only a few weeks, we were separated for much longer than that after we first came back.”
“Ah, no… not me,” Noire corrected softly, turning away and guiding her inside the small apartment with a suddenly shaky smile, gesturing the Mercenary to a table already overflowing with baked goods, “You guys found me almost right after I arrived.”
From the very moment her friend spoke, Severa already knew she’d messed up, “Ah!” she winced, heart clenching in a very familiar self-loathing. Noire’s arrival to the past had always been a topic that the two of them pointedly avoided talking about.
‘I’m not even here for two minutes and I say that…’
It was always the same. Always stupid dumb Severa speaking without thinking and messing everything up. Always putting her foot in it and hurting the people she was tr-
“A-Anyway, go ahead.” The Archer prompted, pulling her from a familiar depressing spiral as she reached over and poured a cup of tea with an encouraging nod.
“H-Hey! N-Noire…?” The red-head blinked, only now finally taking in just how much baked goods Noire had provided.
Stacked high with cakes, buns, muffins, sponges, scones and even three separate types of tarts, she could only barely even see the (surprisingly cute, white) tablecloth from under the assorted treats.
“What in the hells? I can’t eat all this!” Not if she wanted to keep wearing the same outfits at least. Which she did. Her ability to attract attention with a turn of her hips was one of the few things Severa liked about herself.
Oh. And she wouldn’t be able to do anymore mercenary work either. That’d be bad too, she supposed.
“A-Ah, sorry, I just, I just got really excited,” her friend explained, hanging her head low in embarrassment, “It’s fine though, really. Just eat as much as you want and I’ll give the rest to Robin.”
“Ohhh!” That perked her up. There was only one thing better than being shown a veritable feast of sweet treats. “Heh, so Robin’s going to be eating my leftovers then?”
Far too often for her liking, it had been the other way around! So, with that in mind, in what was possibly the smallest act of pettiness imaginable, Severa made a point of taking at least one piece from every plate.
“You’re in a good mood today.” Noire pointed out cheerily, filling her own plate at a far more sedate pace.
“Am I? Huh, well, yeah. I guess so.” she shrugged ambivalently, a wistful smile sneaking onto her face regardless, “I ran into Father earlier, you know, hah, he was still practically glowing from that date he went on with Mother the other day. Such a dork.”
“O-Oh!” The Archer covered her mouth in surprise, “Your parents have started dating? Th-That’s wonderful!”
“Well, yeah.” Severa allowed herself a small moment of self-satisfaction at the thought, it had already been so long without any progress, she couldn’t help but be impatient, “FINALLY! I had to practically force Father to ask her out in the end.”
Thinking about that for a second, her face dropped into a more familiar scowl.
“Gawds. I really should have known nothing would happen while I was away. Everyone told me they just needed space, to just spend some time together, without me around,” she huffed, “And look, nothing happened! Phah! It’s pathetic, how can you rely on your own daughter to get you together? What a useless family…”
More than used to her friend’s outbursts, Noire simply giggled at the idea of it, it certainly was a strange concept, that a couple’s own child was being forced into the role of matchmaker, to ensure her own birth.
“It’s all mother’s fault!” emboldened, Severa fell into her usual lecture topic, “I know Father really loves her, but he’s always so shy about it, because she’s still mooning over Chrom!”
“I-Is she, still?” Noire was surprised, she didn’t think she’d seen Cordelia looking towards Chrom in that way since back in Valm. But then, she reminded herself, Severa would have a much better idea than she would.
“Well, of course! Why else would it be taking this long?” the red-head answered, more than satisfied with her own conclusion, “Gawds, they’re both useless. I swear, if it wasn’t for me, neither of them would have ever made a move! You know, she was meant to be pregnant with me already by now? At this rate, I’m gonna end up being the youngest of us all! Urgh.”
“Well, at least it’s working out now?”
“Bleh. Yeah, I guess so.” Severa conceded, swallowing a pastry in a single frustrated bite before turning her attention back towards her friend. “It’s the same for you though, you know?”
“H-Huh?”
“Oh, don’t act dumb,” she scoffed, pointing an accusing finger across the table, “I saw your mother earlier too. All this time and she’s STILL following after Robin around like a little lost puppy.”
“Oh, ah…” Surprising, rather than agree with her that both their parents were equally pathetic in their failed romantic endeavours, Noire instead seemed to withdraw into herself, shrinking back and holding even less presence than usual. “Well… That’s alright.”
Blinking in abject disbelief, it was a long moment before the Mercenary could even begin respond. She had been expecting commiseration, not capitulation! “What?” she deadpanned, “Alright? How is that alright!? He belongs to Lucina, they’ve got a kid together for Naga’s sake! He’s never even shown her the slightest scrap of interest and she still acts like he’s the only man in the entire world. It’s ridiculous! How can you be okay with that!?”
“Well… It makes her happy…”
Withering under Severa’s harsh glare, Noire quickly realised that wasn’t going to be a satisfactory explanation.
“In the future, Mother, she was miserable,” she added quietly, twisting her fingers in her lap as she spoke, knowing that the woman in question would likely flay her alive if she heard her talking about her like this, “She was really angry and bitter… And, and she used to cry, a lot.”
“W-Wha? Your, your mother? Lady Tharja!?” The red-head gaped, utterly failing to even begin to imagine that. No matter how she tried to picture it, the scene just wouldn’t play in her mind, it was impossible! When she’d been a child, the Sorceress had been a terrifying presence in her life, the permanent scowl etched on her face more than enough to keep Severa and all the other children at a distance. Even now, as an adult, she was still almost instinctively wary of the Dark Mage. “No way, I can’t believe that.”
Of course, Tharja was a human too…. But, even if she did acknowledge that, it didn’t mean she could accept it.
“Only, only when she was alone.” Noire clarified, her voice barely raising above a whisper, “she was always furious if she realised I’d heard her…”
“R-Right.” That sounded a lot more believable. For someone as solitary and anti-social as Tharja, she certainly held a lot of misplaced pride.
“I wasn’t strong enough then, to help her. I just, I just got in the way… And… And got her killed. Th-That’s why I wanted to come back, to fix things!” the Archer clarified finally, her eyes still not rising above the wooden table between them, awkwardly confessing a secret that even Severa hadn’t known the full depths too, “Mother, she really enjoys being in love with Robin, I-I’ve never seen her as happy as she is right now. It’s…it’s really nice, it makes me happy, it’s all I wanted.”
“I, I see.” Severa breathed, as surprised by her friend’s words as by the contented expression she wore, clear on her face.
Noire was telling the truth, she realised finally. She wasn’t just saying this and she wasn’t just backing away from confrontation. She really was satisfied with how everything had turned out. Her mother was happy just being around Robin, even without being in a relationship with him, and she was happy staying close by them both, just being there to support them.
‘What a ridiculous situation.’ She snorted. Still, wasn’t that about what she should have always expected from a family of weirdos like Noire and Tharja?
“But, what about you?” she pressed, a moment later, increasingly frustrated that the only person who seemed concerned with the archer’s welfare was her, of all people, “Aren’t you worried? If your mother keeps mooning over Robin like that, you’ll never be born!”
“Oh, ah…” again, Noire fell silent and an uncomfortably tense few seconds passed between them as she flinched away from Severa’s gaze, “I think… Well, maybe… That might be, for the best.”
‘W-What!?” her fists slammed down onto the table before she even realised it, “What the hells!? For the best, what’s that supposed to mean!? What’s with you? Why wouldn’t you want to be born?”
Unable to meet her eyes, again, her friend quickly wilted under her heated glare. “I-I just think… That, everyone would be happier the way things are…”
“Everyone?” Severa snarled, folding her arms below her moderate bust and scowling at the weak answer, “You mean Tharja would be happy with how things are. What about you? Hells, what about your fath-”
She paused, her words catching in her throat as a sudden realisation coursed through her.
“Er, hey… Noire, who is your father anyway?”
They’d known each other almost their entire lives, ever since they’d been introduced to each other as children, but back then, Noire had mostly kept to herself and Severa had spent most of her time playing with Lucina and Cynthia. They hadn’t really become close at all until years later as young teens and by then, with most of their parents having been slain in the war, the children only rarely discussed their families. Except, as Severa suddenly noted, with Noire it hadn’t even been “rarely”, she didn’t think she’d ever heard the timid girl talk about her father.
As a child, the other adult Shepherds had just been friends of her parents, she hadn’t known any of them that well back then and after coming back in time, she’d never given it much thought, she’d always just assumed all the designated couples would inevitably come together. She’d been so concerned with her own parents fledgling love life that she hadn’t had the energy to worry about someone else. But now… Now, her mind spun… Who had Lady Tharja married in their future? No matter how hard she thought about it, she couldn’t remember ever seeing her with a man.
The seconds turned into minutes, but still she received no reply.
“Noire…?” She breathed, treading with uncharacteristic caution into unknown territory.
“I, well… I don’t, I don’t know.”
Of course. Why had she possibly expected a simple answer about anything from that family?
“You… Don’t know?” Severa repeated back in a flat deadpan. “That’s stupid. How can you not know?”
“Er, ahh... Well, Mother never told me, a-and she always got really mad when I asked,” Noire explained, with no small amount of hesitation, “And, as far back as I can remember, it was the same, there wasn’t anyone like that with us. It was always just me, mother and, and Mr Robin.”
Blinking as she suddenly realised she’d accidently used her childhood nickname for the Tactician, Noire’s cheeks dusted pink in a newfound embarrassment. She’d be mortified if he heard her say that these days!
“And… Mr Robin? Robin was with you and your mother?”
“He was,” Noire smiled wistfully, “Before, before everything, when I was young, he was always looking after me. He visited us a lot and, and he was very kind to both of us.”
“Er… Noire…” Blinking, Severa wasn’t quite sure how her friend seemed to have missed the blindingly obvious conclusion. “Then, if he was always around that like, wouldn’t that mean Robin is your dad?”
Jolting in place, the Archer went suddenly rigid, her eyes shooting wide and mouth dropping open.
“No way! Really!? ROBIN is your Dad!?” Severa howled with laughter, taking her friend’s shock as confirmation, “That’s crazy, I never would have expe- oh Gods! Morgan is gonna FREAK!”
“N-No! No!” frantically waiving her hands, Noire just about knocked half the dishes from the table in a sudden panic, “W-Wait, wait, I-Robin’s not, he can’t be my father!”
“Huh? But you said so yourself, he was always aro-”
“R-Right and, and I’m sure that Mother loved him then, just as much as she does now,” the usually timid girl interrupted with surprising zeal, tumbling over her words as she rambled, “They were very close, th-that’s why she was so miserable after everything that happened. She loved him, more than anything… S-So it doesn’t make sense, why wouldn’t she tell me if he was my father? She’d be proud of it.”
“Ah.” Severa pursed her lips, she hadn’t considered that.
“It’s the same with my Mother in this time too, she would be able to tell straight away if, if I was his, but she’s never said anything like that,” Looking away as an old, half-forgotten memory rose in her mind, Noire’s face burned an even brighter red, “A-And, and… a couple of times, when I was very young, I ah, I called him “daddy” by mistake… B-But mother was furious when she found out! I-It was the only time she ever yelled at him.”
Of course, since it was Tharja they were talking about, Noire also remembered that her yelling had primarily consisted of her arguing that if he was going to let Noire do that, he should just marry her. Either way, the lesson had stuck and her family friend had been resolutely labelled “Mr. Robin” ever since.
“Huh. Well, yeah, I guess that makes sense.” Severa shrugged in defeat. She didn’t have many clear memories of the old Grandmaster but she was fairly certain he’d always been single in her time. That’s why everyone was expecting him to marry Lucina after all.
“Tharja probably would’a told the whole camp if you were his daughter,” she added aloud, nodding to herself. They’d found Morgan some time before Noire had arrived and while the Sorceress had been (surprisingly) kind to the blue-haired tactician, her jealousy toward Lucina had been palpable, “And, Robin’s not really the kind’a guy to go for a secret relationship or anything like that anyway.”
“Yeah, he’s far too honest.” Noire agreed, calming down with a cheerful laugh.
It was a funny thought really, being so open like he was, was a strange trait for a tactician, a profession that usually relied on guile and deceit, but then that same sincerity was also part of why they were all able to trust him so easily.
Examining a piece of raspberry tart that she’d decided was far too good to waste on the man in question, Severa took a moment to refill her plate before returning to the matter at hand, “So, you’ve really got no clue about this mystery man then, huh?”
Smile fading from her face, Noire shifted uncomfortably in her seat, her eyes falling away from the mercenary’s once more.
Caught off guard by her friend’s reaction once more, Severa regarded her with a curious expression. “Noire?” That didn’t stack up with what she’d said earlier, didn’t she say she didn’t remember any father? Was there something more she’d held back after all that?
“I, ah… Severa, I…” the archers voice trailed off again, but this time, as she slowly gathered the words to speak, Severa was left with a distinct impression that she was doing so only because of the complete faith she had in her- an affection borne from all the years the timid girl had relied on her, “You know how it is, the timelines, things are, they’re really different this time around.”
“R-Right.” She nodded uneasily, she knew that far better than most. With Emmeryn’s sacrifice destroying the Plegian resolve, three of the major battles that her father had distinguished herself in had never happened in this timeline, the first war with Plegia had ended before they’d ever been fought. Hells, it had ended years before Henry had even defected to the Shepherds. And, that was without mentioning all the changes that had happened in Valm with the accelerated timeframes.
“In our original timeline, I was born shortly after the war, so, so… That means Mother was pregnant during the fighting.”
“Yeah? Okay? That’s the same as most of us though.” Severa shrugged, not having a clue what her friend was driving at. Almost all the children had been conceived either during the waning months of the war, when victory was becoming certain, or shortly after peace had been declared. The subsequent Ylissean baby boom hadn’t been a surprise to anyone.
“Ri-Right… But… But, everyone else was married by then,” clenching her hands together, Noire’s face was ashen, “The fighting lasted for years in our timeline, so many people died… A-And mother, she was a traitor a-as well as a Dark Mage…”
Severa nodded along in confusion as the words washed over her. Tharja and Noire had always been part of her life and, as part of the Shepherds, they were due significant respect form the populace. Yet, even so, the Sorceress had never been well regarded in Ylisstol, even in this timeline, despite everything she’d done for the Halidom. Her attitude certainly didn’t help matters but ultimately, she was a Dark Mage in a holy city and a woman famous for betraying her home country. While unfortunate, it really wasn’t all that surprising she was regarded with suspicion.
And now that she thought about it, it wasn’t all that difficult to see where her friend was coming from. The war had been far less terrible in this timeline, in the original timeline, at the height of such an abominable conflict, a war caused by an aeon of strife between the two countries, her position would have likely been far worse.
Swallowing a suddenly dry throat, Severa’s hands shook in place and she finally began to realise what her friend was implying.
The life of a traitor was guaranteed to be a bitter one, Tharja would have been surrounded on all sides by people with ample reason to resent her. Hated by both her old and new home, she wouldn’t have been able to trust a single person, except, hopefully, the Shepherds. While the fighting was going on, while people had been dying in the thousands, she would be in danger by from both the Ylisseans and the Plegains, someone like her would have been seen by almost everyone as either expendable… Or, a target.
“N-No, th-that, no… Noire, you’re, c’mon! You’re talking about Lady Tharja!” she stammered weakly, instinctively falling back to her childhood name for the mage as images of the woman’s scowling face rose in her mind, “That’s not even remotely possible A-And, and you’ve got no reason to even think it, you’re just guessing!”
“R-Right…”
Clenching her fists as she forced down the thousands of welling emotions within her, Severa forced out a laugh, “H-Hey, you, you know what I think? She’s always experimenting on your right? Maybe that’s where you came from, some crazy dark magic spell! Gawds! That’d explain why you get sick so easily at least!”
The far more likely explanation was that Tharja had simply fallen in love with, or bedded, some unknown man who’d then died during the fighting. But, she doubted raising even that possibility would improve the mood at all. Knowing the Sorceress, there was an all too real possibility she’d been pregnant when she’d joined the Shepherds and that Noire’s father had later fought against them.
No matter what the situation was, the outcome was the same. There was no happy resolution here, there was no pleasant outcome to the mystery of her parentage.
“Yeah, y-you’re right.” Noire agreed softly, the tone in her voice making it clear she’d already considered all these grim possibilities countless times, “S-Sorry, I was just, just being silly.”
“Noire...” Each of the future children could fill a book with their insecurities and hang ups, this was hardly the first time she’d had found herself sitting across from a friend when they were completely vulnerable before her. But, as always, it was at times like these, that she never knew what to say. “I…”
Her attempt to speak trailed of uselessly, what could she even say? What even was there to say? Lucina would know. Robin would know. Severa dropped her gaze to the table uselessly.
“So, I’ll, I’ll be really happy to see you getting born in this time Severa! I-I’m really looking forward to meeting the younger you! But, but… I think it’s better how things are now, for me.”
Severa’s world shuddered. Even after all she’d heard, she still couldn’t believe it. Noire was really okay with that? Were the circumstances of her birth really as grim as she thought, was there truly no other possibility? Was she, was she honestly okay with a version of herself not existing in this world? Her heart clenched.
And then, all at once and without a single moment’s thought, she exploded! Slamming her fists into the table, the red-head leapt to her feet, years worth of frustration worrying about the circumstances of her own birth all boiling over at once.
“Stand up!”
“W-Wha?”
“Oi, I said, stand up!”
Eyes wide in surprise, Noire could barely look at the sheer intensity radiating from her closest friend. Swallowing heavily, she pushed herself shakily to her feet. “Oka-AH!?”
Suddenly throwing her arms around the other woman, Severa pulled her desperately into a fierce hug, yanking the archer forcefully into her embrace until she was cradling the other woman’s head softly against her shoulder.
“S-Severa…?”
“I-I’m sorry, Gods, it was a stupid question, I shouldn’t have asked about all that,” she sniffed, blinking rapidly as her eyes misted over, clenching her friend tight against her as her heart pounded, “I don’t even care, it doesn’t matter, doesn’t matter how you were born or where you came from!
“And, and even if you’re not born in this time, that doesn’t change anything. N-No matter what happened, you’re still, you’re still wanted. You were always wanted. We all… We all love you. Your mother’s the same an-and, I know the Tharja from that time did too.”
Slowly relaxing into the mercenary’s arms, Noire gently wrapped herself around the emotional red-head, returning the hug with equal affection. “Severa… Thank you.”
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“You know,” Noire chirped happily, sometime later after they’d both settled back down, “It was really funny seeing you react like that when you were talking about Robin.”
“Uh huh.” Severa answered dryly, far more interested in worrying about what the blueberry muffin she’d just procured would do to her figure than talking about him.
“Mhmm! You usually keep everyone at arms-reach, but you still always get so excited when it comes to him!” the archer nodded cheerily, “I-I think it’s really sweet you’re still like that even now, since you’ve liked him all this time, just like Moth-AH!?”
Her commentary was unceremoniously cut off as her face was suddenly splattered with a spray of half-chewed muffin, courtesy of one spluttering red-headed mercenary.
“Wh-WHAT!?” Severa gaped, the other half of the poor muffin squished to smithereens as her hands balled reflexively into fists, “I-I do not! I’ve NEVER thought of him like, like that!”
Reeling back and swiping blueberry bits weakly from her hair, for the third time, Noire found herself cowed by her friend’s sudden spike of intensity, “B-But, during the war, you always spent so much time with him.”
“N-No! I-It wasn’t like that at all!” Severa eloquently corrected her friend, “I was just, hey, someone had to look over his plans! Everyone else just always did whatever he said, I needed to make sure he wasn’t gonna get us all killed!”
“But, but even after the war yo-”
“I don’t have a crush on Robin! I don’t have any feelings for Robin!” she thundered, face burning and eyes blazing, “He’s just, he’s just a big dumb tactical jerk! All he ever does is criticise my strategies and make fun of me! Gha, he’s not even all that good looking! He’s always wearing that stupid cloak and, c’mon! Who’d would wanna marry someone with white hair!?”
“Oh.”
Severa blinked, her wild emotions cooling at the sight of her friend now pouting disappointedly up at her, visibly upset by her words.
‘Naga preserve me.’
She’d forgotten. Noire could be as bad as her mother or Morgan when it came to that man. Caught off guard and embarrassed by the other girl’s earnest words, she’d reacted without thinking and put her foot in it. Just like usual.
“Ah, hey, look Noire, I-“
“But, he really likes you! And I bet you haven’t even apologised to him either! I’ve seen the scar you gave him!”
Severa winced, hard. Noire never brought up the day she’d arrived in the this timeline and she did NOT want to think about that right now, “Hey, he-he knows I didn’t mean it! I was trying to protect you for Naga’s sake! Gawds, look, he doesn’t have any grudge about it or anything.”
“He is very forgiving.” The archer agreed carefully.
“Yeah, he is, and… And, look, okay, he’s not all that bad I suppose,” she huffed, looking away as she pictured the man in question, as she saw in her minds-eye the same welcoming grin he always offered her whenever she stormed into his ten,. “He’s patient at least.”
Despite how it may have appeared, Severa never really meant to be a difficult person. The two women she respected most were both kind and patient, exactly how she always aspired to be… It was, only, instead, it never seemed to be that easy. Instead, she’d speak without thinking, or get wrapped up in her emotions and say things she didn’t really mean. She’d always get frustrated, usually at herself, start yelling and mess everything up. And then, before she’d realised it, another person would start avoiding her.
She knew, even her own mother, Cordelia herself, found her exasperating at times and she hated that about herself. It was another entry in the endless list of failures that haunted her thoughts.
In fact, of everyone she knew, there were only two people who had never gotten sick of her company- Lucina (who was practically perfect) and…
Breathing out a quiet sigh, her cheeks dusted to a light pink and her heart jumped, just as it always did when she saw that same warm smile.
…And Robin. Despite how she always inevitably ended up snapping at him, often flipping things around his tent or office in the process, the tactician had always made it clear that his door was always open to her.
She’d come to him originally to complain about his strategies and soon found herself using him to complain about anything else that bothered her. As pathetic as it was…it had been comforting.
“Ah…”
Noire’s quiet approval snapped her back to reality, whereupon her mood suddenly spun full speed into reverse.
“H-Hey!” She fumed once more, “What’re you accusing me for!? You’re the one who’s always cooking stuff for him!”
“Th-That’s true, I really enjoy cooking for him.” The archer admitted quietly, a warm smile slipping onto her face as she flushed a bright pink. “Because, he’s always, always so kind to me and it makes my Mother happy too… I, that’s all I want. I’d like to, to be good enough to work for him, to be his chef! I’d be really happy if we can all stay together, if we could both look after him.”
“He’s Morgan’s Dad though.” Severa deadpanned.
Just what kind of ridiculous dream for the future was that meant to be? It was obvious just looking at her how Noire really felt about the man and everyone knew that Tharja wanted to do a lot more than just look after him. How naïve could she get!?
“I-I know that!” the archer stammered back, her hands balling into fists as she leaned away reflexively, “That’s fine, he’s going to, he’s probably going to marry Lucina. But, but why should that mean I can’t be around him anymore? Sh-She’s never complained about it before…”
“Er… I guess so.” She conceded awkwardly, surprised by the sheer intensity of her usually quiet friend’s answer.
So, she was seriously planning to pine over a married man? ‘Gawds.’ Severa signed. This was her fault, she shouldn’t have expected anything rational from a weirdo like Noire, she really did take after her mother.
But then, it wasn’t as if her own mother was all that much better.
“I suppose it’d be a bit of a shame not to see him anymore too,” she added with a shrug, realising that the thought of losing his friendship did make her slightly uncomfortable. It really had been some time since she’d last seen him too… “But anyway, GAWDS! This is dumb, that’s enough about your ridiculous love life! Let’s talk about something interesting!”
“Wha? It’s not li-”
“Okay, so, you would not believe the shoes they’ve got out in the west! I picked up just the cutest little…”
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It wasn’t until some hours later, when all the plates had been collected and goodbyes said, that Severa allowed herself to think back to the spontaneous hug she’d shared with Noire earlier.
Pausing her journey home, she bent over backwards, clenching her fists against her head with a frustrated groan. “Urrrgh! What is WRONG with me!?”
She always did this. She always, always messed everything up.
She’d even had the best intentions, she’d honestly been intending to simply comfort her friend, to help her… But instead, almost the moment she’d wrapped her arms around the other girl, she’d found herself breathing in the archer’s soft scent. Then, without even realising it, she’d felt her heart suddenly beating faster at the sensation of having the frail girl quivering in her embrace, at feeling Noire’s massive chest squishing gently against her own, at the touch of her skin, so soft and supple under her fingers…
“Gods! What in the hells!?” She groaned again, feeling her face heat up a little just at the memory of it.
Even when she kept her mouth shut, she still managed to mess everything up. How frustratingly typical! It was the story of her life really, stupid, useless Severa, can’t even hug a friend without suddenly getting all weird. She could only hope that Noire hadn’t noticed, at least she hadn’t said anything if she had.
“But, what was that?” She whispered aloud as her mind spun in circles.
The real problem was that, for all Severa’s bluster, thanks to her stunted upbringing, she was actually completely clueless about the finer points of love and sexuality. With absolutely zero experience and being far too proud to ask for advice, she was instead left confused about what she’d felt and why.
“Urgh, what-EVER.” She growled, scolding herself with a sigh. “This is dumb, I’m just overthinking it.”
It wasn’t as if this was the first time she’d ever felt something like this or anything.
During the wars, whenever she found herself too exhausted to move after battle, it was always Lucina that helped her from her armour- the feeling of the Princess’s (surprisingly) light fingers dancing deftly across Severa’s body as she stripped her, had sent her heart racing just the same. She’d even had it again the one time Kjelle had done it for her, with the Knight’s firm grip around her sides lingering long in the red-head’s memory.
Hells! She’d even felt her heart jumping once that afternoon after she’d finally made peace with Cynthia. Falling asleep beside the flighty girl and waking up to find the bluenette resting on her shoulder, with her incredible bust pushing gently into her arm, had left her stuck rigidly in place until the younger princess had finally woken up.
Anyway, she rationalised as those memories helped calm her down, she knew for sure it couldn’t actually be anything strange. After all, she could distinctly remember how embarrassed she’d been, that time she’d accidently walked in on her mother changing- how her body had heated up and face flushed red as she’d stood, rooted in place, staring at the soft, tight curves of Cordelia’s bare ass wiggling back and forth in-front of her… And, she OBVIOUSLY wasn’t attracted to her own mother.
So, it must be nothing.
“Yeah.” She sighed, cooling down at that rationalisation. “No biggie, I was just, just surprised.”
Clearly her body was just recognising that these women were pretty. She’d just been taken off guard by how nice Noire’s body had felt against her, by the feeling of the archer’s massive, pillowy breasts pressing against her own moderate bust. Nothing strange.
And! She added to herself as she set off for home once more, it wasn’t anywhere near as intense as her heart raced when she thought about guys. So, that was normal. She was normal.
“Well…” Severa corrected herself a few steps later as her face dropped into a frown, “Some guys at least.”
Her prospects among the male Shepherds were actually depressingly slim, despite how much she cared about her comrades with her volatile personality she struggled to get along with any of them for long. It was entirely her fault, she knew that, she said stupid things and started pointless fights, but it still hurt whenever someone started avoiding her. Civilians weren’t any better, between her temper and her lifestyle, she scared them off as quickly as she attracted them.
Really, she thought, curling a finger absently through her crimson hair, most of the time, it was only ever one guy that made her feel anything at all…
“Urgh!” she sighed squashing that thought for the millionth time, “Not even gonna go there.”
One guy. One guy, that just so happened to be very clearly claimed, by Lucina no less.
“Of course.” She growled, her ruby ponytails shaking with the familiar spike of self-loathing. Typical, stupid Severa. No wonder she’d felt all weird around Noire, she couldn’t get anything right. Even with something as simple as liking someone, she still managed to mess up. She still managed to wind up somehow liking Robin…
“URGH!”
As if that cocky dastard didn’t have enough godsdamned admirers!
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The Next Day
“Robin? Th-ah, hello! How are you? You’re not working today?”
Grinning warmly down at the half-Manakete, Robin couldn’t help but wonder if his strange serendipity with Dragon’s was continuing.
Just the same as he’d accidently met her mother the previous day and without any intention of seeking her out, he’d suddenly spotted the youngest Dragon-girl, Nah, shopping in the market as he made his way back from a lunch meeting with one of the Western Dukes. After seeing the twin braids of her dark-green hair bobbing back and forth as she’d poured through the book selection of some foreign peddler, he hadn’t been able to resist calling out to her.
Standing roughly as tall as his shoulders, with a light, slender body and distinguished only from looking like a young teenager by the tapered ridges of her cute pointed ears, Nah could pass as her mother’s twin in all but personality. Which, due to her personality, was something she very forcefully attempted to make as clear as possible (even ignoring the fact that doing so, only made her seem just as similarly stubborn).
Completely unlike Nowi however, Nah shared Robin’s love for more literary books and the usually lonesome Manakete had been a welcome addition to the book club he’d organised with Sumia, acting as a happy counterbalance to the more whimsical novels that Sumia (and a half protesting Cordelia, who joined them under “Queen’s orders”) preferred. With her withdrawn nature, it was hard sometimes for him not to worry about the solitary girl, so their friendship had been a welcome companionship and, thankfully, one he’d been glad to retain even following the conclusion of the war. Despite their new lifestyles, it was never too rare for him to meet her in the library or for her to drop by his office, book in hand and pointed opinion ready to fire.
None of that however had led to the spark of curiosity that had seen him calling waving her over, nor why he was currently engaging her in small talk.
“Unfortunately, I’m not that lucky,” he groaned, “I’m actually on my way back now and no doubt Morgan will have piled my desk high while I’ve been gone.”
“Robin, I, I know I’ve offered before… I may not know much about strategies, or, or politics and such, but if it’s really that bad, then I’m sure I could at least help you with filing, or I could look af-”
“Nah,” holding a hand up, he cut her off with a shake of his head. “I’m sure you’d be a great help and it means a lot to me that you’d offer. But, you’ve got your own work to focus on. Didn’t you promise Tiki that the next time you saw her, you’d fill her in on everything she’s missed?”
Apparently, after being inspired by her talks with the Valmese Oracle, Nah had found a fresh direction for her life during the peacetime. She’d decided to embrace the longevity of her existence and become a historian, someone who could chronicle the tales of the Shepherds, and even of Ylisse, when the rest of them had passed on.
“I-” colouring slightly at his mention of her uncharacteristically bold promise, Nah relented. “R-Right.”
Rather than her, appreciated, offer of help, what truly interested Robin right now and why he had called her over in the first place, was because of her simple lack of reaction in his presence.
‘It doesn’t affect her?’
He’d met up with Nah numerous times following his revival and while his new instincts had forced him to bite down on countless heated thoughts of the smaller Dragoness, he’d never once seen anything implying the same was true for her. From what he’d learned yesterday, it sounded as if Nowi had been affected by him ever since he’d returned, but even now, standing barely a metre from him, Nah seemed perfectly at ease in his presence. ‘Is it because of how different they are?’
It was a rather sombre thought that one, a reminder that Manaketes as a species were effectively gone. For all their similarities, the mother and daughter held some very obvious physiological differences between them, Nah was only a half-Manakete after-all. Even with that aside, Nowi was at least a thousand years older than her. ‘Is that why then?’
Or, was whatever had changed about him somehow only affecting Nowi? What about Tiki, by far the most mature of the three, being more than four thousand years old, how would she react when he saw her again? He couldn’t tell, he had no way to know… Mind drifting off for a moment at that, Robin swallowed a suddenly dry throat, while he knew he shouldn’t even begin to entertain the thought, the idea of the generously endowed Oracle looking at him with the same smoky gaze he’d seen in Nowi the previous day was an unimaginably appealing one, albeit, one with no small amount of guilt attached.
Even so, his lack of information on the subject was concerning. As a tactician, he knew full well the danger of stumbling around in the dark.
There was no doubt about the seriousness of the situation. Something about him had affected Nowi so thoroughly that even the typically carefree Manakete had been driven to maddening lusts- desires unmistakably similar to what he’d been experiencing himself. The entire situation was troubling.
“I just… I, we all worry about you, Robin,” She added quietly, dropping her eyes as she turned the book she’d purchased over in her hands. Blunt and slightly awkward, while she almost always had the best intentions, Nah had never been all that good with social interactions.
“Ah, actually…”
His mind spun, the corridors of possibility opening up before him as a strategy began to unfold. There were hundreds of prospects about what could have set off such a change, especially when he considered the talk he’d had with Tiki so long ago about a Manakete’s ability to sense “Auras” and everything that had been unlocked within his self and magic since his resurrection.
But… In that moment, watching as the youngest Manakete turned her trusting violet eyes toward him, he found himself stepping forward toward her, placing his hand on her shoulder and giving voice to the simplest possibility of them all.
“If you’d like, yeah, you really could help me.”
“O-Oh?” she blinked, her eyes shot wide at the unexpected contact, but she didn’t shy away from his touch.
After returning from the forest with Nowi yesterday, he’d spent the afternoon with Lucina. Then, Lissa had snuck into his room first thing in the morning, however, they’d shared a bath together before he’d left for the office
After leaving the forest yesterday, he’d spent most of the afternoon in bed with Lucina. Today however, while Miriel had visited his room first thing in the morning, they’d shared a bath together before he’d left for his office and, with Olivia out at morning practice, he hadn’t seen her at all yet. Which meant, he should be clean, or, at least as much as he had been the previous day, before he’d met Nowi. It was a little risky, but…
“Yeah, well, you see I’ve actually been trying out a new cologne recently. It cost quite a bit, but I’m actually not all that sure it even suits me,” he lied, the false story coming quicker than ever these days. It surprised him just how simple it had become to deceive the people who trusted him so much, “Manaketes have a great sense of smell, don’t they? What do you think of it?”
“Of…Of your cologne?” Nah faltered, taken off guard by the strange request, “Er, alright then, I-”
Shuffling closer toward him, until she was holding her face barely a few centimetres from his chest, Nah closed her eyes, drinking in a deep whiff of his aroma and taking a moment to simply fill her senses entirely with him.
“I-Ahnn, eeep!” She squeaked out a half second later, pushing off him, eyes shooting wide and face suddenly burning a bright crimson.
“Nah?”
“I ah-haa,” soft lips pursed in a breathless gasp, she dropped her gaze, clutching her book tight against her chest and suddenly not quite able to look at him, “It, it smells v-very nice Robin. You should keep wearing it… I-I, I like it, a lot.”
He tried his very best not to laugh. “That’s great, thank you! That re-”
“A-Anyhow! I, I need to get going! It was nice seeing you again, let’s catch up soon!” practically spinning on her heel, Nah took just barley the time it took to send him a shaky wave before hurrying away at top speed.
“Huh.”
No doubt about it, it affected Nah too. But then, even as close as she’d been and even with her purposefully taking in his scent like that, it still hadn’t done so to the same extent as her mother. Still, he supposed, Nowi had spent closer to a half hour in his office.
‘So, it’s something to do with smell then?’
Giving his armpit a cautious sniff, he couldn’t detect anything out of the ordinary… and yet, somehow, he’d gained a power over Manakete’s he’d never expected.
‘Interesting.’
He still didn’t have any answers as to what caused this or why, but at least now he had a place to begin.
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“So, you never felt anything like this during the wars? It was only after I came back?”
Nowi was in his office once again.
“Yup! Yup! That’s right.”
It was still early afternoon, only a few hours after he’d met with Nah and still several hours before their agreed meeting time… but, after seeing how she’d acted yesterday, this was entirely as he’d expected. Which, of course, was why his schedule had already been largely cleared for her arrival.
Morgan had been dismissed already and Olivia was helpfully arranging some files for him back in the palace, so, for now at least, he intended to take full advantage of his time alone with the small Manakete.
Tugging absently on the straps to her top, as if chafing from the thin fabric, Nowi was obviously thoroughly affected already, either by his presence or by lingering memories of their last time together. Even so, despite her discomfort, she’d continued diligently answering his questions.
“And, it’s not like those rampages Nah sometimes sneaks out on?” The ones where she would demolish hectares of forest and somehow believe no-one noticed.
“Nuh uh.” rubbing her thighs together, she shook her head, tossing her lime-green hair cutely back and forth as she pouted, “She only gets like that ‘cause she never lets herself have any fun! I don’t get like that at allll.”
Robin suspected a more accurate description would be that she was always like that.
“A-And, like I said, it’s only around you. I just… It makes me feel strange.”
He nodded. There was no doubt it was a strange phenomenon. At first, when thinking about it with a cooler head, later that night, he’d assumed that Nowi had most likely been suffering from instincts close to his own, that perhaps he’d simply missed the signs during the war. But now, more and more, it seemed that his initial, rash, assumption had been the correct one. That somehow, he was awakening these instincts, these desires, in her.
‘And…’ For a moment, his mind returned to the sight of Nah’s flushed face, to the single quiver he’d seen running down her legs as she’d turned and bounced away from him. ‘Not just her.’
Didn’t that make it likely it would affect Tiki just the same? He couldn’t help but wonder. Surely it shouldn’t, the Oracle was several thousand years older, fully aware of her Draconic heritage and possessing of far more self-control than either of the other Manakete’s.
He had enormous respect for Tiki, she’d been a wonderful friend, a wise guide and even a great comfort to him during the wars, he had no desire ever to take advantage of her, or to put her in a situation where she was acting outside her own desires… But, still, no matter how wrong he knew it was, the thought of seeing the serene Voice of Naga in the same state he’d found Nowi in was a difficult one to put out of his mind.
“When you say strange, what exactly do you mean?” He probed carefully, guiltily quashing images of Tiki’s bountiful assets and instead bringing his mind back to the warning Tharja had given him some time ago. “Do you get the urge to… To dominate? To conquer?”
“What?” Nowi pulled a face, “Nope! Nothing like that, not at all!”
‘Oh? It’s not the same then?’ He blinked in surprise, unsure if that was a relief or not. But, even so, it had to be similar, it had to be connected. His time with Nah had already proven that it was him somehow acting on them. He’d felt his own unstoppable desires many times and he’d seen Nowi caught in the throes of a remarkably similar madness. He couldn’t possibly believe it wasn’t linked.
Tugging a little harder at her top, Nowi inadvertently gave Robin a clear view down over the soft curves of her budding chest as she struggled to explain.
“It’s just, it’s a warm feeling, like, like a fire in, in here…” leaning back, she laid her hands flat along the base of her stomach, directing his gaze toward her womb, “And I, it felt even better when I was, was like that…on all fours, waiting for you.”
That, at least, made a little sense, he remembered her making a comment about her preferring it like that, just the same as she’d wanted to continue doing it out in the open. Was that some latent, almost animal instinct? He wondered, an urge for her to be bent over, on her hands and knees, presenting herself? The memory of Nowi’s small, round hips wiggling enticing toward him suddenly rose sharply in his mind at that thought. ‘Naga!’ While he’d long been charmed by Nowi’s bright personality, he’d never once imagined himself actually attracted to her body… but now, after tasting it once… Swallowing hard, he quickly snatched his focus back.
“I dunno,” she giggled finally, dropping her gaze bashfully to her feet, “I just, I just felt like I needed to make you happy, to be a good girl.”
“Huh.” It really was different. No doubt it had been equally powerful, but nothing at all like his own aggressive desires.
‘Perhaps that’s how it is for females?’ He considered, recalling how Nowi had brought up giving birth to Nah barely minutes after they’d finished (as his cum had trickled warm down her legs, his seed filling her womb to its limits…) ‘Rather than wanting to breed, she suddenly felt a need to be bred?’
It was a remarkably simple answer but at the same time, he thought, also a rather likely one.
‘So, these new urges, these mating instincts of mine, they somehow set off her own?’
Frowning to himself as he tried to figure out how that could be possible, Robin began mentally collating the information he’d gathered. He still didn’t know why it was happening exactly, beyond it being some result of the changes he’d gone through after his death, but then again, that wasn’t really important. He didn’t need to know everything about what was going on, he just needed to understand how it worked, he only had to make sure it didn’t endanger him, the people he cared about, or subsequently, his plans.
“You can smell changes in people, can’t you?” he asked suddenly, remembering a discussion he’d had long ago with her daughter. “Do I smell different now?”
Having expected Nowi’s visit and, after meeting Nah, having known he would need to ask this question, Robin had made the opposite preparations to the previous day. Rather than attempting to remove any traces of his liaisons, he’d paid Miriel’s lab a courtesy visit directly after meeting the youngest Manakete. Then, from the moment he’d returned to the office, right until an hour later when he’d sent her to the castle, he’d taken full advantage of Olivia’s delicious body.
His room had been aerated and he’d cast the same spell on himself twice already. No human would be able to smell anything different about him. Which meant that now was the moment, with his factors controlled and excuses prepared, now was the time to ascertain just what level of threat Nowi’s senses presented him with and to manage her danger once and for all.
“Ah, haha! Nope! Not at all!” Her cheerful laughter was a rather anti-climatic response to his careful planning. “You smell just the same as ever! It’d be sad if you didn’t! I’d miss it otherwise, I really like your Robin smell!”
She couldn’t tell? Her sharp Manakete senses couldn’t pick up the aroma of sex that must be lingering thick around him?
“Haha, is that so?” Robin couldn’t help but laugh along with her, it seemed too good to be true! What was this? Some blessing from Naga? Was he under some kind of divine protection? It was the best imaginable result, it almost defied belief!
“Ahuh! That’s all I can smell from you! It’s soooo strong now too, waaaay stronger than anything else.”
“All you can smell? What do you mean?” he probed carefully, finally coming to the crux of the issue. “I thought Manaketes could smell, well, emotions and so forth.”
Isn’t that what Nah had told him?
“Ahehe! Well, sort’a?” Nowi laughed again, leaning back in her seat and folding her arms, putting on a mock lecturing voice as she explained, “That’s just what Nah says, but that’s only really ‘cause she doesn’t know better. You can’t smell that kinda’ stuff, telling if someone’s happy isn’t like, like sniffing a flower or something.”
“Oh?” He was almost entirely sure that was how it worked for Taguel. But then, neither Panne nor Yarne had ever claimed to be able to smell emotions or anything like that, just that had far more acute nose than a normal human.
“it’s, uhh, we can just tell? We can sense it, or something?” she offered awkwardly, losing her authoritative tone, “I can smell things too though, I’ve got a reaaaally good sense of smell, that’s why I’m such a good hunter.
“But, but I can’t distinguish one from the other, it all gets mixed together. That’s why, for you, I can only smell you! Because it’s too strong, it drowns everything else out. It’s waaaay more than it used to be, when I’m around you, all I can smell is Robin!”
Leaning over his desk and steepling his chin in his hands, Robin tried to make sense of Nowi’s jumbled, haphazard explanation. It was all too confusing to really understand and too full of guess work to fully trust.
But.
But, it did bring to mind a surprisingly similar conversation he’d had, sitting around a warm moonlight campfire beside the Valmese Oracle, when Tiki had stared entranced at him, her eyes shining wet with yearning as she’d told him about the “Aura” that surrounded him, the similarity he somehow bore to the Hero King himself.
“I see.” He nodded as things slowly clicked into place. He couldn’t know for sure of course, but it at least seemed logical enough. With the power of a dead God now unlocked within him, his “Aura” had become magnitudes more intense, enough to drown out anything else.
It wasn’t too shocking an idea when he really considered it, Tiki had been able to sense Grima’s power from across the other side of the world. Even if, as Tharja had said, he held just a reflection of that strength, it wasn’t surprising at all that it would be practically smothering in close proximity.
“Then, what about those I’m with? I’ve been spending quite a bit of time with Olivia lately, for example. Does that affect how you, er, how you sense her?”
“Uhhuh!” Nowi’s head bobbed rapidly up and down, “I really like it! I can smell you on Olivia, or Lucina, or Tharja-”
Robin’s fist clenched.
“Or Chrom, or Nah, or Sumia and, and everyone else!”
He relaxed.
“It’s really warm and nice and… And, not as overwhelming as it was being with you, so, so it wasn’t scary at all,” she added, giving a rather whimsical smile, “Hehe, it’s a really musky smell, and a bit dusty, like old books and, and it always makes me really happy.”
Leaning back with an easy laugh, Robin finally felt the tension coiled in his stomach flow out of him, “Well, that’s good then! I’m glad.” He still didn’t have the full picture of what was going on, but he had enough details to prepare himself, that was enough.
Watching as the tactician drifted away in thought, Nowi’s eyes shot wide, realising the questions he’d been hammering her with were finally over. Hopping quickly from her seat, she danced around his desk, reaching out and tugging impatiently on his sleeve.
“Hey, hey Robin,” she pouted chewing on her lip and squirming in place as he turned to her -the heat in her core burning even hotter under his kind gaze- “Just talking is boring! C’mon! Lets, ahh, I w-wanna do it again!”
Looking down at the way she was tugging imploringly on his sleeve, Robin restrained his pleased reaction.
‘Perfect.’
This was the other reason he’d wanted to speak to her again so soon. The danger he’d feared from her wasn’t only present in the sharp Manakete senses she possessed, but rather, in her impulsive, reckless behaviour.
It was a difficult thought, but one he’d accepted ever since the moment he’d realised the need to seduce her… And, it was true, even if he hadn’t in the end.
Nowi didn’t have a malicious bone in her body, but she had very clearly enjoyed sleeping with him and it was only a matter of time before she showed that in public, whether accidently or not. Beyond ruining all his plans, it would also destroy her relationship with the other Shepherds, Nah and Donnel especially.
He would have to teach her- to curb her wild actions and train her to become truly his woman, the kind of woman he needed.
When he didn’t respond, Nowi tugged imploringly on his sleeve once again, “Y-You said, I couldn’t ask if anyone else was around.” She pointed out.
He nodded. Of course, that had been the very first rule he’d given her when they’d talked yesterday. While he loved her boisterous nature, the absolute last thing he needed was for her to jump on his lap in-front of Lucina, or to ask for sex when someone else was around to hear them.
“An-And, you said we couldn’t do it anymore, if I was with another man.”
Again, he nodded, urging her on. That had been his second stipulation, that she would need to decide her future for herself- he’d told her he had no intentions of getting in the way of her relationship with Donnel, that he would only be with her until she got together with the young farmer… And of course, in doing so, he’d ensured that he would remain her only source of relief, that she would stay at his side.
“But, Robin! There’s no-one else here, right now and I’ve been a good girl, I don’t want anyone else, I just… I just wanna be with you, again,” she finished finally, frustration and arousal both acting to push the blunt words out, “So, c’mon!”
“Well, I don’t mind,” he answered slowly, reaching out and placing his hand atop her head, threading his fingers slowly through her lime-green hair as he dragged the words out, stretching her impatience to its limits, “But, what’s with this? Didn’t I teach you to ask for it properly yesterday? You know the best way to get what you want is to ask politely.”
Chewing on her lip, Nowi dropped her gaze, her face burning bright in shame as she shifted anxiously on the spot, clearly recalling her actions from the day before. Raising her head instinctively into his touch, her fingers gripped tighter to his cloak, but she didn’t speak.
Laughing gently, Robin rolled his hand down to her chin, carefully raising her eyes up to meet his once more, “Come now, what’s wrong? You were asking so obediently yesterday.”
“I-I… It’s different!” she whined, amethyst eyes shining bright with frustration as she squirmed against his warmth, her legs rubbing even hotter together, “You only, only made me ask afterwards, after we’d done it a bunch! Uaaah, Robin… It was, it was easier yesterday. You’d already… Already came inside me a whole lot, it was, I felt really warm! My whole body was all tingly and happy.”
Of course. He’d waited patiently until she was fully drowning in pleasure and satisfaction before he’d redefined the parameters for their relationship, how things would be between them from now on. But, what mattered, what she was surely remembering right now was that she’d agreed. Regardless of the situation, she’d gone along with his whims at the time, giving in to his control and accepting his commands. And, in doing so, she’d felt better than ever. With his touch, his cock, the seed he’d left inside her- he’d brought her to highs she hadn’t even been able to imagine and left her mewling under his touch.
That was why, now, even as she frowned up at his continued resistance, the usually impulsive Nowi remained passively static, making no move to either leave or take control herself.
The seeds had been thoroughly sown, it was vital, now that she’d come to him with a clear head, that his instructions were reinforced.
“So, you’re feeling shy now?” he scolded softly, rubbing his thumb in a slow circle over her cheek, drawing her an inch closer and dropping his voice to a whisper, “Nowi… My cute little Dragoness. Come now, there’s nothing at all to be embarrassed about, it’s just us here, just me and you. You don’t need your pride, not with me. After all, didn’t you say you wanted to be with me? That you wanted to be my woman?”
Swallowing heavily, a powerful shudder ran through the smaller Manakete. No matter her embarrassment, she couldn’t deny the urge she felt, the spark from deep within the depths of her soul, ignited by his words, at being acknowledged by him- at being his. It felt right in ways that she couldn’t even begin to understand. It was what she wanted. What she needed.
Breathing out a shaky moan, she finally nodded, her head bouncing slowly up and down as she leant greedily into his touch.
Smiling encouragingly toward her, Robin slid his hand toward the side of her face, running his thumb lightly across the top of her ear, remembering just how sensitive the draconic appendages had proven to be in his experimentation the previous day.
“Ua-Ah!”
She didn’t disappoint. Jolting ramrod still, Nowi flushed an even brighter red the moment his finger brushed across her ridged ear. Tilting her head up toward him as he reached out with his other hand, repeating the motion on the other side, her eyes drifted shut and arms fell limply back to her side, “Oha-ahnnnn.” Shivering under his touch, the stunned Manakete gave a low moan as he began gently stroking his thumbs back and forth.
“Hnnhaaa, annaa… Y-Yeah, I, I want to be with you,” seeing her purring under his caresses, with her lips pursed open and face the picture of contentment, Robin couldn’t help but feel his heart melt. Nowi wasn’t a woman with many reservations to begin with, but watching as her final hesitations slowly collapsed, she looked absolutely adorable, “I really like you, I really, really like being with you. Nuaa, I-I want to be yours.”
“That’s perfect, because I feel the same way,” he assured her quietly, leaning forward for a second and placing a soft kiss on her forehead, grinning as she yelped in response, “I love being with you, I enjoy all the time we spend together, you feel incredible, I’ve been wanting to touch you again ever since, I’ve been waiting for you all day.”
She whimpered happily at the praise and he knew that even if his words weren’t quite true for him, they were true for her.
“So, there’s nothing to be embarrassed about, is there? You’re my woman. So, throw away your pride. You don’t need it, not with me. All you need to worry about is this, just… Me. And you.”
Letting his words hang in the air, he released her, trailing his fingers lightly across her cheeks as he leant back in his seat, folding his arms and awaiting her decision.
“Ah-hanaaaaa.”
This was it. Just like Lissa, just like Olivia and the others, whatever happened next would be up to her, it would be her choice, freely made. Yesterday had set things in motion, but right now, this was the key moment. For her to return to him, for her to ask for him, would solidify the tone of their relationship forever.
Watching as her violet eyes cracked open once more, arousal and affection warring against pride and embarrassment within, Robin already knew what she would say. In some manner, some primeval instinct, at the very base of his soul, he had no doubt. She was a Manakete. She’d waited a thousand years to give this answer.
“Ha-haaa.”
Shaking her head clear and steadying her breathing, the decision took only a few moments. Ultimately, Nowi was an impulsive woman, she knew what she wanted, that alone was enough.
“I-I want to feel good again,” she moaned wantonly, lust thick in her voice as her hands fumbled quickly with the clasps to her belts, flinging them open and hooking her fingers under her tight pink pants, shaking her hips with a lascivious wiggle as she forced them past her boots, dropping them to the ground and kicking them away as she turned her eyes desperately up toward to the tactician, “Pleeeaase, Robin, nhhgaa, I want you to make me feel good again.”
She’d left her panties behind, just as he’d instructed.
Staring at the girl now standing before him, her small, elfin body outlined by her usual form-fitting cloak and wearing only her top and boots, Robin felt his throat going dry and for a moment, he could do nothing but drink in the sight. Her cheerfully innocent face was staring at him with eyes aching for his touch, ‘Naga.’ her adorable blush was burning brighter with each time her eyes flicked excitedly down to his crotch. Her cute, wind-tossed hair was shaking back and forth as she squirmed in place, her bare pussy openly on display for him.
Nowi was nothing at all like any of the other girls he’d been with, nothing like any of the girls he’d ever pictured himself with… But, as his cock strained hard against his pants, and as his instincts blazed in fiery anticipation, Robin couldn’t possibly deny that she had an appeal all to herself.
“You’re not going to fight it anymore?” He asked, gently pushing apart the last remnants of her crumbling resistance.
“N-No,” tossing her head from side to side, Nowi slid her hands around behind her, leaning back and spreading her feet another few centimetres apart, clearly showing the sheen of desire, already coating her thighs, “I-I’ll be a good girl, I’ll be yours, whatever you want, I just, just want… Please…”
She swallowed heavily and, as their hearts began to beat together, in perfect unison, her knees buckled and she fell to the floor between his legs- her fingers tugging this time at his pants, quickly pulling his erection free and into her soft grip.
“R-Robin… Please, fuck me.”
Of course, it wasn’t enough to just ask. They both knew that.
Wrapping her small hands tentatively around the base of his shaft, Nowi shuffled forward, right up against his chair, opening her lips as wide as possible and carefully took the tip of his cock into her mouth, gently suckling on it. Just as he’d taught her.
“A-Ahhh,” Robin gasped, leaning forward with a deep sigh as the Manakete’s soft tongue flicked teasingly against his most sensitive area, his hands moving automatically to the back of her head, easing her forward and threading his fingers through her hair, “Very well done. T-That’s how it should be, Nowi.”
His cock looked huge between her little hands, too thick for her to even wrap her fingers completely around as she began sliding them up and down his length, building herself into a slow rhythm, “Aumaaa.” Equally, with her small mouth unable to fully take in his glans, she instead alternated between kissing and sucking around his crown.
“Ah-haaa,” her movements were a little clumsy, but, as she bobbed her lips faster, up and down over the head of his cock, the same enthusiasm Nowi put into everything quickly shone through, more than making up the difference. Her tongue flicked across the underside of his shaft and her hands pumped harder along his length, holding him with a strength belied by her thin arms, each eager motion sending ripples of pleasure through his core, “Mmhhhm.”
Somehow, there was a certain level of attraction in receiving such an earnestly amateur blowjob and it occurred to him that this wasn’t something he’d experienced for a long time now, not since he’d trained Lissa so many years back. Lucina and Tharja, due to the princess’s natural ability and Tharja’s obsessive observations, had learned all his weaknesses very quickly and Miriel had some prior experience with her husband, it was only with Olivia and now, with Nowi, that he got to experience the awkward charm of such innocent attention.
Relaxing into her ministrations as her confidence built, Robin rolled his own hands back down the side of her head, stroking his thumbs along the length of her adorably pointed ears once more.
“A-AHM!” the gasp she gave out, breathed directly into his cock, was more than enough incentive for him to continue, “MMmaaaaa!”
Teasing his fingers along the ridged underside, he quickly took control once more, matching the speed of his strokes to her own, dragging his thumbs right to the tip with each time she filled her mouth with his glans.
Losing herself in the sensations -the feeling of her mouth filled with him, of being surrounded by his presence, of having her sensitive areas so gently teased- Nowi fell rapidly into his rhythm, sucking and swallowing him in time with his movements, kissing and lapping whenever he withdrew.
‘Good,’ Robin smiled warmly, watching as the younger Manakete’s body gave in to the pleasure, her hips shaking back and forth in the air as she mewled wantonly into his cock, ‘You’re doing well Nowi.’
This was important. He needed this to be ingrained into her. This dynamic -her kneeling between his legs, lips pursed tight around his shaft and body shivering with jolts of ecstasy- was what their relationship would be. He needed her to understand that. He wanted her to enjoy it. He was teaching her to delight in submitting herself to him, that was the true purpose for all of this, to train her, to train her body, until she associated asking for his affection (rather than attempting to take it) with the bliss she was currently losing herself in.
Nowi, just like Olivia, had been lonely for a very long time and just like Olivia, she had ached to be wanted. She wanted to be spoiled, to be showered in love. And, that was exactly what Robin intended to do. This game, denying her for so long, then rewarding her by letting her suckle his cock, this was only the first step. He would repeat this lesson, grant her this pleasure, as many times as needed, as much as she could handle, until she had become exactly the woman she wanted to be.
Moaning softly to her as she teased her tongue clumsily across the underside of his cock, Robin savoured the warm feelings spreading through his heart at that thought, because that, more than anything else, was the crux of everything. This was what Nowi wanted. He knew that for certain, he’d been very, very careful with that point. He adored Nowi, he had for almost as long as he’d known her and he knew, no matter how ruthless his actions had become, he could never bear to hurt her. If she’d resisted, or shown any signs of being unhappy, he would have stopped. If submitting to him wasn’t what she’d wanted, then he would have found another way.
Instead, however, it seemed their instincts overlapped perfectly. Just as he knew she belonged to him, she knew that she was his. Somehow, in some unspoken way, they both knew that it had always been so, that it would always be so, as a Manakete, her soul had been branded with his name since before they’d ever met.
‘Now,’ judging by the rising desperation he could feel from her, she was getting close. He could feel the pressure building impatiently within him too. Time to finish this, ‘Cum for me!’
Dragging his hands solidly, right to the end of her pointed appendages, he took the very tips of her ears between his thumb and forefinger, pinching them lightly as he rolled them within his grip.
“A-AhNGH!” squealing in shock, Nowi ripped her mouth from his cock, bending over and curling into herself, her legs squeezed tight together as a sudden electric jolt speared through her, “GYIAAAAH!”
Wrapping her hands tight around herself, the young Dragon-Girl convulsed in place, eyes glazing over as a sudden incredible orgasm rocked through her, blasting all reason and all other thoughts far from her mind.
“Perfect,” Robin groaned, releasing her and relaxing back in satisfaction. With only her enthusiasm, she wasn’t yet good enough to get him off, but, even that suited him perfectly, that was only more reason for her to seek more lessons from him, “Very well done Nowi. Ahh, my little Dragoness, that was fantastic.”
Panting weakly as she recovered from her peak, she couldn’t answer. So, he simply reached out, taking her hand and carefully pulling her up to him, wrapping his hands behind her and kneading the delightfully soft flesh of her small, round ass as he collected her into his lap, until she was sitting on his legs, his shaft still standing imperiously before her, reaching right to her stomach.
“And now…” he whispered, leaning down and kissing gently along her shoulder as he undid her top, throwing it to the floor and moving his hands to her small chest, running his thumbs in soft circles over her pert nipples, “Go ahead, claim your reward.”
Relaxing automatically into his gentle caress, it was another minute before the fog cleared in her mind and the light shone again in Nowi’s eyes, “Ah-Hhaaaa.” She moaned, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling the tactician hungrily into a sloppy kiss, as she rose herself up, grinding her dripping entrance fully along the length of his cock.
“Mmmaa! R-Robin! Robin…” she breathed, her entire face lighting up as she finally reached the top of his shaft, feeling her lips being spread wide open by his glans as she settled atop him, “I-I love you, Robin!”
“Yeah, I love you too.” He assured her, whispering the same half-truth he’d said so many times now as he moved his hands to her waist, steadying her as she opened herself up around him.
“Nn! Nnn! Nnn!” Nowi mewed, clenching her eyes shut and dropping her hips down, shaking and moaning as she felt her walls spread almost impossibly far apart, wrapped tight around his thick length as sank down, further and further, slowly taking inch after wondrous inch deep inside her, “AuuuuNNNN!”
Fingers digging hard into her soft ass, Robin was soon left gasping by the selfsame pleasure- the feeling he suddenly realised he’d already missed of the Manakete’s tiny body spreading around him, her pussy paradoxically tight and yielding at the same time, “Nagaaaaaa!” He groaned aloud, leaning back with a violent shudder as he forcefully relinquished control, eyes wide with wonder as he watched more and more of his cock disappearing into her constricted tunnel, pushing back her deepest walls and filling her beyond any reason.
Even with her tongue hanging out and hands clutched painfully tight around his neck, Nowi’s determination held true. Not pausing for a moment, she continually forced herself down, screaming both louder and longer as her pussy pulsed vice-tight around his thick shaft, knowing somewhere back in the depths of her soul that she couldn’t possibly stop, not until his length was filling her just the same as it had the previous day, just the same as she’d dreamed about ever since.
“AHhhUAAAA!”
And eventually, crying aloud, with one final shake of her hips, finally, agonisingly, wonderfully, her hips met his and his cock was sheathed fully inside her once more.
“Ahhaaah. Go-Gods! Naga!” Robin groaned, unashamedly calling out to her patron deity, his hips bucking automatically off the chair and lifting the stunned girl several centimetres into the air, “So hot a-and tight…”
Being fully sheathed inside her, feeling the glowing heat of the Manakete’s pussy squeezed tight around his entire shaft, it was an almost unfairly good feeling, addicting in all kinds of dangerous ways. And, of course,
“A-NuuuAHhaaa! hhaaaa! Ro-Robin!”
It was even more so for her.
Flushed bright red, with her eyes dazed and mouth hanging wide open, Nowi had moved her hands to his shoulders, clinging to him tight enough to draw blood as her entire body writhed with pleasure, “Nnaaa,” she whined weakly, only just barely managing to hold onto her sanity, “It, it feels, ev-even deeper, li-like this… Being, being on-ontop.”
“Yeah,” he soothed, resisting the urge to take control and force her over the peak she was clearly forcing back. This was her reward, so, for now, he would let her take the lead, “Just take your time, are you able to move?”
“I-I…” clenching her eyes shut, a moment passed before she eventually nodded, shuffling around in his lap until she was resting her weight on her knees, then slowly pushed herself up, grinding his cock back against the walls of her pussy as she rose several inches into the air, “I c-can.”
Robin slid his hands back to the smooth curve of her hips, steadying her as she steeled herself, for one final moment.
“UhhAIYAAA!”
Suddenly driving herself down, Nowi slammed the tactician’s thick shaft back into her, screaming aloud as her innermost walls were instantly carved open once more, as the very depths of her body submitted to his strength.
Her world exploded into a dizzying array of colours, her eyes rolling back in her head and tongue lolling wantonly from her mouth as she came, “NUAAAH!” But, still, her determination held true. With her mind seared of all rational thought, she acted on pure instinct, a desperate primeval instinct to please him, to wring the cum from Robin’s body and feel it flooding her womb. Digging her knees deeper into the chair, she pushed herself even higher up his length, dragging her tight, round ass almost halfway up his cock before slamming it back down into her, burying her face into his chest as she screamed his name.
“W-Woah!” Robin gasped, taking pleasantly by surprise by the little Manakete’s sudden aggression, “D-Damn, th-that’s, Nowi! Ah! Th-That’s good!”
Her hands slipped from his shoulders and he caught them in his own, entwining their fingers together and squeezing them in a show of support as she continued her desperate rampage. Leaning over him, her head nestled fully into him as her small, round hips bounced frantically up and down over his cock, the minutes passed like seconds as the horny Manakete continuously drove as much of his length into her as she could take. Shaking, gasping and moaning, with her eyes rolled back in her head and mind fogged with little but thoughts of him, she was long since lost to the ecstasy.
“R-Robin! Nhaaa, I-I’m, I’M!” her words were only just audible over the lewd sounds of their hips slapping wet together, “I’m going crazy! Uhaaaa, I, I ca-can’t! I ca-GNHAAAA!”
Cutting off her words as another orgasm ripped through her, Nowi curled deeper against him, her fingers clenched tight around his, but even so, she still couldn’t stop. Drowning in his presence and lacking even the basest control over her instincts, her pace rose even faster, body trembling as she fucked him with everything she had, her pussy pulsing tighter and tighter around his cock even as her walls spread easily against his power.
“GAhha, Now-Nowi!” gasping her name and clenching his teeth against the incredible pleasure, the tactician was thoroughly enjoying her ministrations. She was attacking him with far more force than he’d dared to use against the virgin dragon the previous day, and -as he felt her walls again pulse fully around his length, as if her entire body was dedicated to milking him- his own peak was not long off coming, “Na-Naga! I’m, gonna, cum!”
Unused to relinquishing control and, with his mind seared white by the incredible bliss surging fast through him, Robin didn’t even think to stop himself as his hips bucked frantically up into hers, suddenly slamming his shaft hard into the depths of the smaller girl’s scorching hot tunnel, “UnGHHAAAA!” Rearing back and loosing a guttural roar, he drove her completely from the seat, lifting her several inches into the air.
“AiiYYAAAAAAH!” head lolling back as her feet kicked out into the empty air, Nowi’s entire body finally seized up, unable to move or think as she felt his grow even thicker inside her, opening her up even further as his thick seed suddenly erupted, rocketing hard against her walls and instantly filling her to the brim, “YHAA-hhaaaauuuuaaaaa.”
“GhnAUUGH!” holding himself in place, above the chair, with his cock fully buried inside the smaller Manakete, Robin clenched his eyes shut as he felt his release finally surging through him, his balls squeezing in almost painful ecstasy as load after load of cum sprayed into the previously innocent girl, “GHhahaaaaauuuu.”
She slumped back down into his chest, head falling limply against him as her mind flittering on the edge of consciousness as her body shook, twitching and shivering from the lingering aftershocks of her countless orgasms, “Hu-uhaaaahh.”
He dropped slowly back down to his seat, acting almost entirely on instinct as he released her hands, wrapping his fingers around the small of her back and cradling her against him, “Ha-hhaaaaaa.”
A few minutes passed slowly between them after that, vision clearing and thoughts slowly returning to focus as they lay, warm and comfortable against each other. It was a gentle, loving scene, and after such an intense session, there was no doubt they were both fully satisfied.
But… Of course, Nowi was a Manakete. Even if her mind wouldn’t be able to handle it just yet, her body still held far more stamina than a normal human’s. While mentally drained, she was far from physically spent and, feeling his cock still nestled thick and hard within her, she couldn’t possibly resist the new urges burning within her soul.
With his cum flooding her womb and dripping down between their legs, her mating instincts had already been thoroughly sated. That wasn’t what drove her on now, instead, all that was left, as Nowi turned to him, her eyes upturned and lips pursed in desire, was a deep, abiding lust, “M-More?” she implored quietly, leaving no doubt to her supplication. Her instincts were satisfied and the effect of his presence on her had long been lifted, but still her body ached for his touch, yearning to be given completely over to him in a way she didn’t fully understand.
And of course, blazing hot with unstable draconic instincts himself, Robin wasn’t about to let it finish with just one round. Not with his instincts commanding him to take control, to return upon her the full force of the frenzy she’d let loose upon him.
“Mmm,” he nodded with a delighted smirk. It was too much for her just yet, but the potential Nowi held as a lover, as someone who could keep up with him, was incredible, “We’re just getting started!”
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“Au-NnnGH! Ro-Roooobin!” lying spread out atop the tactician’s desk, with her legs in the air and ankles held tight in his grip, Nowi cried out as another orgasm seared through her, screaming his name as her back arched off the wooden surface and her hips bucked hungrily against him. “ROBIN!”
Driving himself forwards as her body suddenly jolted upward, Robin didn’t slow down for even a moment. Standing right on the verge of his own release, he threw his head back, thrusting wildly forward and groaning aloud, “H-Hnngaaaaa!” Too close to even consider anything else, he slammed his cock roughly into her tight pussy, spreading the narrow entrance wide around his cock again and again.
“A-Auuuu!” without anything to hold onto and unable to do anything in this position but (eagerly) surrender her body to him, Nowi’s hands gripped to her head as she threw it from side to side, thrashing in pleasure. She could tell he was almost there, could tell she was about to get what she wanted, “Cum! Robin, please! I-I want, nngh! I want to fe-feel it!”
Already well past his limits, Robin could only smirk. She certainly was a cheeky one.
“GNA-!” acting on a sudden impulse, he abruptly pulled out! Dragging his cock roughly from her heated depths, he thrust it forwards, between her legs, crossing them over, tight around his shaft, right as the pressure within him finally burst! “AUUGHHHHAAA!”
Jet after jet of salty cum shot out, splashing warm over the delighted Manakete and easily coating her smaller body, leaving thick ropes of cum plastered across her bare skin, all the way from her navel right across her face.
“Ahhmmm!” Nowi moaned, shivering happily on his desk, closing her eyes and basking in the sensation of being stained with his seed, “Thank you.”
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“Ann! Ngghh! I-It feels, feels too good!”
Recalling their time together the previous day, Robin recalled that Nowi had seemed to prefer being taken from behind, on her hands and knees, having found it more natural, more in line with her instincts most likely.
With the young Manakete currently bent over his chair, head down and ass raised up, screaming aloud with all her might as he drove hard into her, it certainly seemed to still be holding true today, “Auhh! Robin! I love it! AhAIYAAA!” pushing back against him and shaking her hips wildly against his every thrust, the same certainly seemed true today.
Spurred on by her cries, with his fingers wrapped tight around her deliciously smooth waist, Robin was fucking her even harder than ever, standing legs spread behind her and slamming his cock roughly into her heated depths, forcing her face deeper into the cushion and sending the thick loads he’d already dumped inside her splashing across the floor.
“I-I’m cumming, cu-cumming!”
Nowi was peaking fast and hard, her pussy still wrapping vice like around his length- even with all their combined juices within and even with her walls still yielding easily to his cock. Her mind was well past reason and her technique was non-existent, but, with the way she was hungrily slamming herself against him, greedily accepting every inch of his shaft into her tiny body…
“G-Gods! Nowi!”
…It still took only about ten minutes for her to wring another hot load of cum from the venerable tactician.
“GnHHAAAAA!”
Roaring in delight, Robin hilted himself one final time within her, a violent shudder running from his spine to his balls as his release erupted once more, spraying thick through her tight tunnel, again, flooding her womb with his seed, the overfill instantly crashing down between their legs.
“Ughaaaaaa.”
“Hnnaaaaaa… Th-that was, sooo good Robin.”
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“Mmmaphaaaa!”
“Mhh-mmmphh!”
Their lips crashed heavily together, tongues dancing against the other and bodies rocking hungrily back and forth as they each moaned lustily into the other’s mouth.
Holding tight to Nowi’s ass, standing tall as he carried her aloft, with her legs wrapped around his waist and his cock buried deep within her, Robin was taking full advantage in the difference in their height. Able to lift the light Manakete without a strain, he took complete control, slamming his entire length mercilessly into her, spreading her tight walls around his length as fast and hard as he could, using her whole body as little more than a sleeve for his pleasure.
For her part, squeezing even tighter around him and breaking their kiss to scream his name like a prayer as she came around his cock, Nowi wasn’t raising any objection.
“GN-Nghhhh!”
It wasn’t a position Robin had ever tried before but, as he felt his peak rushing uncontrollably through him once more, it was one he was already planning to experiment with again.
“Hggaaa!” driving his shaft up one final time, he sheathed himself fully within her, holding her clenched tight around him as the pressure finally erupted once more, ropes of thick cum spraying violently across her soaked walls, sloshing wet against the many previous load,. “HHa-huhaaaaa.”
Panting for breath, with her eyes rolled back and tongue lolled out, Nowi still leaned instinctively up towards him, pressing her lips eagerly against his once more, kissing with an instinctive hunger as both their thoughts drifted away in the haze of pleasure.
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It was almost two hours after she’d arrived that Nowi’s willpower finally gave out.
“I-I hhaaa… I can’t take anymore,” she admitted weakly, lying slumped against him, cradled safely in the tactician’s arms as they sat seated again in the same chair they’d begun. Still wearing her cloak, boots and gloves, Nowi’s lithe body was an absolute mess, her hair splayed in all directions, her eyes dazed and her entire body -front and back- sticky with sweat and cum, “It, it’s… Too much…”
And yet, despite her words, Robin could easily see the strength still lingering in her small body, even as her eyes fluttered closed and her head lolled against his chest, ‘Mental exhaustion.’ it was hardly surprising, spurred on by her enthusiasm, he’d barely held back at all. Despite her having been a virgin just the previous day, he’d wound up fucking her with a strength he usually saved for Lucina… And, perhaps even more surprising than that, despite the countless orgasm’s ripping through her, she’d still lasted through seven consecutive rounds, almost as many as the Exalted Princess herself.
“You did well Nowi, very well,” he praised her genuinely, laying a soft kiss on her forehead and gently stroking her hair as he withdrew his cock from her, lifting her comfortably into his lap, “You were amazing, incredible even.”
“Ahhehe,” she giggled quietly, sliding up his and pressing her lips lightly against his in response, “It felt really, really good! I had a lott’a fun.”
“Why don’t you come around again tomorrow, I’ve got some time before lunch. I’ll teach you some more things.”
“Mmmm, I’d… I’d really like that,” she yawned, pulling her legs up to her chest and curling into a ball, snuggling contentedly and soon drifting peacefully into sleep. “…Love you…”
‘Ah.’
It was those final, half mumbled words that brought Robin back from his own happy daze.
‘She said the same earlier too.’
Taking pains not to jostle her as he slipped his cloak from his shoulders, wrapping it around her, Robin looked down in concern at her sleeping form, gently stroking her hair as he let that thought run uneasily through his head.
He had noticed Nowi had been acting far more affectionate with him than before, ever since sleeping with her the previous day. Nothing officially had changed between them, but of course, forming a sexual relationship, especially her first, had changed things immensely for the young Manakete.
So, now she loved him? Or she thought she did at least?
It was convenient, of course, it made things far simpler between them… Yet, heart clenching with apprehension, Robin couldn’t bring himself to care about that for even a second. Far more than it was convenient, it was worrying. Nowi, despite her tough exterior and happy demeanour was surprisingly fragile, more than almost any of the other Shepherds. If she felt that way about him, he would have to take incredible pains to care for her, to ensure he didn’t hurt her.
‘She can’t love me, not really.’
She hadn’t before yesterday, they’d shared a close friendship but nothing more than that.
‘Can she?’
Hardly an expert himself, Robin wasn’t sure if it was possible to fall in love with someone by opening up so much to them, by sharing yourself so utterly with them like Nowi had with him. But, what he did know was that it was very possible to project those same feelings, to get swept up in a new experience and mistake excitement for affection.
There was no denying Nowi’s innocent streak, most likely she’d spent most of her adult life believing sex was something shared between two people in love. And now, she was suddenly sharing a physical intimacy with someone she’d always been very close to, someone she already held a great deal of affection for. Given that, was it really so surprising that her feelings would intensify to the point where she might believe she’d fallen in love with him? That perhaps, she’d always been in love with him?
Looking down at the woman sleeping so happily in his lap, Robin breathed out a low sigh.
Then again, maybe she really did love him? It wasn’t so hard to believe, she’d always been very fond of him, perhaps as their relationship had evolved, so too had her feelings for him.
‘It doesn’t matter,’ he decided, shaking the thought away a moment later, ‘It doesn’t change anything.’
His answer was the same either way. Whether she truly loved him or not was academic, all that mattered was that she believed she did. And, that he adored her in turn.
He cared deeply for Nowi, far too deeply to ever hurt her. So, no matter what reality of her feelings was, he would respond to them all the same, he would accept her love and treat her so well, make her so happy, that it wouldn’t make a difference.
“Go ahead and love me.” He whispered, smiling warmly down at the slumbering Dragoness. “I promise, I’ll take care of you.”
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A/N: Phew! Quite a ride huh? But I managed to squeeze Nowi, Nah, Severa, Noire and Lucina all into one chapter! I’m pretty happy with that!
I’ll say again, like I said in the opening authors note, don’t take the terrible things Noire talks about from her past at face value, she’s guessing here, she doesn’t know the full details and neither does Severa. There’ll be more details about it later on, but ultimately, it’s not going to be any kind of huge twist or anything. I’m just saying this because I don’t want anyone worried about us going into some uncomfortably dark territory here.
And finally, I’ve actually received some amazing help from a dedicated reader, SlipSpace2, recently, who’s not just offered to, but has actually gone ahead and begun editing this story for grammar/spelling errors, something I know it sorely needs in parts. The first two chapters have already been completed and will be uploaded over the next few days and hopefully the rest will follow shortly!
Next up: Panne! And then something completely different, perhaps a road trip is in order!?
And quickly, some review responses:
RRR: I'm definitely not abandoning it just yet, haha. There's a lott'a girls still to go and some really fun scenes still to come. Anna and even Multidimensional Annas are in the works, but I'm not completely sure about Apothesis Anna, it's been requested a few times, but we'll see.
Dansama: Great to hear you enjoyed it, thank you! Hopefully you liked the Nowi stuff in this chapter too, it was a little more intense this time around haha.
LemonyDave: Haha, and for you I hope the Nowi stuff wasn't too offputting. I've tried to make it clear that she's got the body of a young teenager in this story, so she's not really all that much of a Loli. She's just flat. Either way, hopefully the Lucina stuff was fun, she finally (unknowably) got revenge on Tharja for that time Tharja was sucking Robin off while she talked to him.
Mega: Thanks for your support as always, great to know you're still enjoying it. I went in a slightly different direction with Lucina/Cynthia than I think some people expected though, she's just happy to see Cynthia so close to Robin! Cynthia sees him like a brother after all... (Er...)
Yama: Hah, well hopefully the extra Nowi in this chapter helped make up for the previous one! Tiki, I'm super looking forward too, but she won't be around for a little while yet unfortunately.
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