Ficlet Emblem | By : megadeth425 Category: +A through F > Fire Emblem (all) > Fire Emblem (all) Views: 20642 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Robin could hear the rustling of leaves, and he knew Tharja was watching him. It wasn't the first night, and he saw no reason why it would be the last. Ever since the Plegian sorceress joined them and taken a twisted interest in him, she'd been impossible to avoid. He could always feel her eyes on him at dinner and during strategy meetings. Even in her absence, occasionally he'd feel the hairs on the back of his neck stand up, his keen magical senses picking up on something; a viewing spell perhaps. Most often when he was bathing.
But his tent was warded against those. He'd taken great lengths to ensure that, and not only because of her. Which meant she had to go the direct route. During the course of setting up his tent a few weeks earlier, he'd noticed a mysterious hole cut into the side opposite where he sorted his bed, being meticulous and more than a little neurotic about the placement of his tent. Amnesia left him needing a familiarity that the road often robbed, and so he laid out his tent the same way every time. It didn't surprise him at all when, that night, he saw a pair of eyes through the slit, watching him.
And she was there again that night. The fourth night in a row. Where they'd set up was a heavily wooded area, and the way he'd set up, the side with the hole had some brush and trees around it. That only encouraged her; Robin couldn't imagine why the cover of brush would make watching him in bed more enticing. None at all.
As he lay on the bed, his eyes subtly moved toward the slit, where he could indeed catch a glimpse of her watching him. By all counts it should have unsettled him, but Robin found her unending attention a little thrilling. It was for that reason that, with absolute certainty that a woman obsessed with him was watching, he began to peel off his clothes, slumping against his bed and trying desperately to hide the smile on his face. His body was positioned expressly so that as he stripped, everything would be bared in her direction.
Her spying turned him on, pure and simple. He hadn't the foggiest idea why, but the thought of being watched at his most private and intimate sent a tingle up his spine, made his masturbation so much more pleasurable. Every night he waited until he was certain her prying, hungry eyes were upon him. With the knowledge they were, he grasped his cock tightly and began to pump, sitting on his feet with his knees spread, tip pointed right at her. There was no reason not to put on a show.
Without the slightest idea that he knew she was there, Tharja peered through the slit she'd made, eyes wide as once again he proved a peculiar man. She'd expected his masturbation to be a very simple affair, like most men's, but he put on a production, like it was ripped right out of a fantasy about him performing for her. Standing just off the side of a bush, hidden in a ring of trees, she had the privacy to do anything she wanted, and she couldn't resist tending to herself as she imagined Robin surrendering to her.
One hand went down between her legs, slipping beneath her clothes. Her fingers, long and slim; perfect for seizing the corners of pages or withdrawing ingredients from deep jars, pushed into her without a moment's hesitation. Careful eyes studied how his hand moved, how his hips rolled through each stroke, and matched him as her mind weaved a fantasy of him fucking her, set to that exact same pace. Steady thrusts into her, promising her child as his lips caressed her neck and her fingers dug into his rear and ordered him into her harder. Her other hand was at her mouth, biting at her knuckle to keep quiet, lest someone pass by just as she embarrassingly let slip a moan of the words her fantasy equivalent would say.
Robin wished he could see her too. He knew what she was doing as she watched him, her incredible body all hot and bothered, begging for release she gladly gave him. Having an audience made it sweeter, but he only thing that could have possibly made it better was seeing how the gorgeous sorceress masturbated. A feast for his eyes to match the treat for his mind. Were he not too embarrassed of himself, he may have called out to her, put an end to their strange game and given her what she wanted. Not this night, he told himself, like he told himself every night.
Changing it up, he loosened his grip, letting his hand slide up from base to tip, going all the way along his length every time as his free hand squeezed at his thigh for emphasis. Then, he settled his hand halfway along his cock, his thumb outstretched and rubbing circles at his uncut tip. All the while, his hips bucked frantically, meeting the thrusts and playing to his audience as much as possible. He hoped it turned her on more, deepened her obsession and lust for him. How this all happened was still beyond him, but her unhinged manner of showing her affections to him had gotten to him, he just couldn't end the game there; it was half the fun.
Two fingers pumped into Tharja's pussy, which was so slick from her excitement that quim leaked down her thighs. She didn't care if her legs got sticky, because watching her love pleasure himself was worth so much more inconvenience than that. Her thumb rubbed firm, slowly circles against her clit in time with his thumb, continuing the method of mirroring his every motion to enhance her fantasy. It helped make it more vivid for her, help her feel what she imagined as her hungry eyes scanned over every inch of his body. She'd been around mages her whole life, but few ever took up swords, and none had ever gained the muscles and tone of a warrior quite the way he had. It made him an even more captivating subject to look at once he was undressed.
When Robin's knees weakened and his balls tightened just slightly, he didn't fight it. It wasn't a matter of time to induce the best orgasm he could; her gaze did that all for him. His head tipped back, shoulders rolled as he made a production out of his release just as much as he had he trip there. After few more thrusts he let go entirely. His cock twitched and jerked for a few seconds before giving one last powerful throb and shooting thick ropes of cum. It let him put his ability to get half a foot of clearance on display for her; hopefully he'd appreciate it.
After cumming, his body eased back, slumping as he continued to sit on his feet, taking in quick, shallow breaths as he tried his best not to stare directly at her, lest he give away that he knew and ruin their little game.
Watching Robin release set Tharja off in short order. She put her hand over her mouth, making those last few pushes with her fingers before she came, muffling moans into her palm as she dug her feet firmer into the ground for balance. Her body shivered as her climax struck her hard, knees struggling to keep upright as her head swam with all manner of thoughts. When it was done, and her thighs were an even stickier mess than before, she stumbled back against a tree and gathered herself. This wait was unsustainable; she'd have to take matters into her own hands.
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