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A Change Of Tactics	By : JLDavenport Category: +A through F > Fire Emblem (all) > Fire Emblem (all) Views: 90773 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 5
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Chapter List
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Bonus – A Truth Revealed
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Authors Note: And it’s finally out! Although, I feel like I say that every time, so perhaps it doesn’t mean as much this time. I actually think I made good progress this time around, some parts took a lot longer than I anticipated and falling sick did a lot to slow me down (considering I do the vast majority of my writing over the weekend, losing that is a big deal), but, overall, not too slow this time. Or at least, I don’t think so given the breadth of topics covered in this chapter.
There’s quite a bit of wholesome stuff as well as quite a lot of naughty stuff, so, hopefully it’s all good fun!
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Recap: Robin returned to life a little more than 6 months after sacrificing himself to slay the Fell Dragon. However, when he returned, he found himself soon overcome with incredible lusts, desires that Lucina (his secret fiancé) was unable to entirely sate.
Over the next four months things got steadily worse for the Grandmaster and soon Robin was driven almost to the point of madness, holding back his rampaging desires, all the while knowing full well that sooner or later his willpower would give out and he’d lose control of himself entirely. With that terrible knowledge in mind, he resolved to at least make the choice of his own sanity and finally slept with Tharja.
Overwhelmed with the ensuing relief her body granted him, Robin listened attentively while the Dark Mage informed him of the truth- that in being revived he’d established dominion of the power that used to belong to Grima, power buried deep inside his bloodline. She claimed that Robin had now unlocked the true potential of his heritage and in doing so, gained both the power and instincts of a Manakete, desires far stronger than what should be contained within a human vessel. Among those desires was the most basic, primal urges, to Conquer, to Dominate and to Breed, the same callings that until now Robin had been fighting, at terrible cost to his very sanity.
Eventually he accepted that the only path forward for him, to protect his family and friends from himself, was to sate those same desires. And so, Robin set out, using his wits as a tactician and his influence as the Shepherds 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.
His plans ran into a sudden hurdle however when, caught out by a meeting of Shepherds that he hadn’t been expecting, he found himself coming face to face with Panne (who had been keeping her distance from the Shepherds, in response to her husband’s death) far sooner than he expected and with no time at all for him to prepare a countermeasure for the Taguel’s incredible senses.
In lieu of a more cunning plan, Robin opted to instead appeal to her need to propagate the Taguel race, offering himself as a suitor for that purpose as well as one that would keep their liason a secret, allowing her to raise the children as her late husband’s instead. Unable to hide from her nose and with the need to soothe her fear of replacing Kellam in her heart, he was forced to reveal large parts of his hidden dealings with the other female Shepherds. Forced into a corner, he bet everything on his ability to convince her, and, in the end, Panne ran from his office, fleeing in shock from Robin’s touch as much from his terrible revelations…
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Even the greatest men have moments of weakness. The test of their greatness is in how they stand up again and what they resolve moving forwards.
Robin’s strength of will was often his greatest asset, it’s what fuelled his late nights and drove his incredible tenacity. When that strength of will was taken away from him, it was no surprise that even he found himself lost…
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Sitting silently at his desk, with the chair turned away from his work and his gaze pointed somewhere far out the window, Ylisse’s famous Tactician was alone, barred behind a firmly locked door, he’d sealed himself away from the world.
The sun shone golden bright through the glass pane and Robin was distantly aware that a full day had already passed him by. The Shepherd’s meeting had finished early the previous afternoon, his discussion with Panne hadn’t gone on much later than that… And, he’d been here ever since.
And yet, no matter how much he sat, or paced, or puzzled, still he couldn’t manage to bring his thoughts to bear. His mind spun uselessly away from his control, falling from one topic to the next without distinction and all his attempts at strategy or planning slipped from him, like sand through his fingers. It wasn’t that he was straining himself, his heart rate was barely above normal, the shock and panic he’d felt from before had already faded. In their place however, was a deep and chilling numbness, a soft lingering dread that wrapped tight around him.
It was uncomfortably easy to remember that the last time he’d felt like this had been in the days following Emmeryn’s death, although, this time the idea of finding comfort in Lissa’s arms was almost unimaginable.
‘Perhaps, after everything, I’m mentally weak.’
He wondered, catching onto yet another trivial topic as he tugged listlessly at one of the sleeves of his long cloak. So many years had passed since that unforgettable failure, there was no doubt he’d succeeded beyond what he could have possibly dreamed of… And yet, here he as once again, holed away once more, as if to barricade himself away from the whole world. Or… To barricade the whole world away from him… That thought too drifted away and in its place came yet another dark reminder of the events that were surely to come. This office was no safe haven, staying here like this wouldn’t grant him a single moments solace when reality finally came to encroach here and he would have no way to avoid it- that is, if it was not already too late.
That knowledge should have spurred him into action. He needed to prepare himself, to steel his resolve and chart a new course- at the very least, if this was to be his end, then he should face his imminent dismissal with dignity befitting a Grandmaster Tactician.
“Haaaah…”
The moment passed once more and again his thoughts fell away.
A thousand options, decisions and strategies lay spread out before his mind, but just the same, Robin remained firmly stuck in place. Unable or unwilling to move.
*Ktak!**Ktak!*
A sudden dull knock echoed around the silent room and Robin almost leapt from his seat in surprise.
Breath catching tight in his throat, it took him almost a full moment to realise that his fears weren’t becoming reality, not just yet. That knock didn’t belong to either Chrom or Frederick and he was fairly sure that no matter his state, he would have heard the heavy footfalls of the Kingsguard if he was to be dragged off for interrogation regardless.
A visitor then, he concluded, frowning with a small bead of irritation, that wasn’t something he had the patience to deal with right now, “Sorry, I’m a little busy at the moment.” Robin answered finally, when the knocking repeated, taking a second to keep his voice entirely normal.
“Daaaaaaaaaad! Lemme in!”
Oh. Robin blinked.
Morgan.
That changed things. He couldn’t very well send her away. He’d never once rejected her company before, she’d know instantly that something was wrong.
“Alright, alright!” He groaned, mimicking his usual exasperated teasing as he made his way across the room, “Far be it from me to actually get something done around here.”
Pulling the door open revealed the comfortingly familiar face of his daughter beaming happily back at him.
“What’re you talking about Father?” she laughed, holding up a small basket as she stepped lightly around him and into his office, “I’ve got plenty done, see?”
He paused, gathering his bearings and inspecting her bounty, “Food? Oh, you cooked for me?”
“Well, no… Mum did all this. She was worried about you, y’know?”
Robin jerked, brought up short by the sudden mention of his fiancé. He’d thought of Lucina countless times over the past day, he’d thought about her screaming in fury toward him, or about her gazing in disgusted contempt at him… He couldn’t think of a single reason why she’d be worried about him. “She was?”
“Of course! We haven’t seen you at all after the meeting yesterday, you didn’t even come up for dinner!”
“Well, I know I could certainly stand to be better about it, but it’s hardly unusual for me to miss a meal every now and then. It’s not like your mother to be concerned about something like that.”
“That’s what I said!” Morgan smirked with delight, as happy as ever that her thoughts were aligned with his, “But, Mother knows better! She said it absolutely is unusual for you not to come home when it’s the second Wednesday of the month, when you’ve already finished all the armoury reports and the IA logistics won’t be back for another week!
This is a low impact time of the month for you, she said that unless there’s some merchant or noble visiting that she hadn’t been told about, you definitely, definitely shouldn’t be so busy as to have to spend your entire night locked up in here. You’d usually be spending time with us right now!”
Robin’s jaw fell open and Morgan laughed happily at his shock.
“Hehee! I know! I didn’t realise at all, I’ve still got a lot to learn, huh?”
“Lucina… Your mother… She noticed all that?”
Just the same as his daughter, he hadn’t had a clue his habits were so predictable. He wondered momentarily if even Tharja would have been able to notice something like that, well, knowing her it didn’t seem too unlikely. And, if he stopped to think about it, it wasn’t really all that surprising that he’d usually want to spend any free time with his family, if he could.
“Mhmm, that’s right! Mum notices a whole lott’a stuff, even more than she lets on! She’s really smart too, y’know? You shouldn’t underestimate her!”
Robin could only sigh, first Panne and now Lucina, once again he’d been completely outflanked, “No, no, of course not.”
“Now! Let’s get some food into you!” Morgan cheered, stepping away from him and unloading the basket across his desk, “She was the one who made all this too, she wouldn’t let me help at all! Apparently, it’s to pay you back for breakfast the other day.”
In the numb haze he’d been surrounded by, he hadn’t even thought of eating all this time. It was only now, seeing the food, that he finally realised just how long ago his last proper meal had been.
Lucina really did know him far too well.
“I suppose I can’t say no to an offer like that now, can I?” he chuckled, “Geez, your mother’s really got me wrapped around her little finger.”
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Pulling up a seat across from him at the large wooden desk as she finished setting out her mother’s cooking, Morgan allowed herself a small sigh of relief.
Just as she’d said, she completely missed that anything was wrong with her father, she hadn’t even completely believed in her mother’s deduction until just now when she’d properly seen him for herself. Just looking at the stress shining in his eyes, she knew for sure he was straining himself with something difficult again- she didn’t know what and she didn’t even want to guess, that wasn’t important nor was it even strange for her father to act like this. All that mattered was that he was okay, she just wanted to take care of him.
“Hehee!”
And, the food looked pretty appetising too, that definitely helped her mood!
Loading up their plates (and secretly giving her father the larger serving, since she was just that nice), Morgan could see that her mother appeared to have cooked some kind of breaded pork cutlet- it was thicker than she would have expected from a schnitzel and had already been diced up into pieces, with a thick brown sauce dashed across it. Served with rice and a mixture of steamed vegetables, it reminded her surprisingly of one of the dishes Say’ri had used to make during her time in the Shepherd’s kitchen, ‘Hmm! Tonk…Ton… Ton-something!’
“Looks good, huh?”
“That it does.”
Actually, it looked slightly misshapen and it really hadn’t been plated well at all but Morgan had never been a stickler for details and Robin wasn’t one to turn down a free meal; it was meat, it was still hot and it was a gift from Lucina, someone they both adored, neither had any complaints.
Eagerly spearing a large piece with her fork, Morgan shot her father a cheeky wink -taking full credit for providing the meal- and bit into it.
…
‘Urk!?’
Jolted stiff in her seat, her entire body suddenly tensed and she recoiled back in disgust! A moment passed and, with great effort, she finally swallowed before hacking loudly.
“Pha-haaa! Wha!? W-Wow… Th-That’s, that’s really…”
Actually, she wasn’t sure just what it was.
In fact, she almost couldn’t even believe it. Screwing up her resolve and drawing on the boundless faith Morgan had in her mother, she convinced herself she’d just chosen a bad piece, reaching down slightly tentatively and taking a section from the other side of the plate, she slowly tried another small bite.
‘I-Ick!’
Clenching her eyes closed in a pained response, her fork clattered to the table and the younger tactician groped desperately for a glass of water- desperate to wash down the flavour!
Now she couldn’t help but believe it! The meat breading was undercooked to the point of still being soft and doughy in her mouth, while the cutlet inside had somehow been overcooked enough that it had been like chewing on cardboard. It was a shocking combination, made unbearably worse by the brown sauce spread in liberal doses across the dish that tasted almost salty enough to dehydrate a camel. With tears brimming in her eyes, Morgan spared a single forlorn glance towards the steamed vegetables, also covered in the same sauce and her appetite faded completely.
“Geez… I can’t believe it turned out so badly! Mother worked so hard on it too…” She sighed listlessly, flopping onto her hands and pushing her plate to the side, ‘Oh! Oh, maybe it’s because she worked so hard on it, do you think?”
This was far from the first time they’d eaten the former Exalt’s cooking, Lucina had attended to her turn on meal duty just the same as any of the other Shepherds during the wars and it had always been absolutely fine. But then, until now, she’d only ever made simple meals, bland and basic cooking that was entirely unmemorable when compared to the delicious creations of Sumia, or the disasters of Kjelle. What she’d made this time was obviously something several times more complicated.
“Well, it’s fine. If you’re hungry, why don’t we just go out and get so-Oh!?” Blinking out of her musings, Morgan’s eyes suddenly shot wide with surprise when she looked up across the table- in the few seconds she’d spent complaining, her father had already cleaned up half of his own plate.
“Woah,” she breathed, sitting up straight, dumbstruck for a moment as she watched him wolf the meal down with unflinching dedication.
Inspired by the sight (and feeling a little guilty at her own rudeness), she tried one final time, reaching for her fork and bravely attempting to follow his example-
‘No! NOPE! NOT GOOD!’
Unfortunately, her body instantly rejected it once again.
Clenching her fists tight and bringing the full force of her will towards swallowing the small bite she’d managed, as she blinked away the tears that had formed in her eyes and pushed her plate away -further this time-, it was only then that she noticed her father almost forcefully tipping the now half empty carfare of water into the tall glass aside his plate and that he was swallowing down a huge gulp with every few bites.
“Geez… Father…”
Leaning her head onto her hand, Morgan sat silently from then, watching with a bright smile and a warm glow in her heart as she witnessed Robin quickly finishing the task before him.
“Are you not hungry?” He asked her, speaking for the first time several minutes later when he finally looked up, indicating his head towards her own almost untouched plate.
“Ah, n-no, no, you go ahead.” She stammered, snapped suddenly from where she’d been almost mesmerised watching the man she admired so much.
And so, without another moment’s delay, he pulled her own serving across to himself and ate the cooking she’d rejected with the same steady pace.
‘Father…’
Morgan adored both her parents. It was impossible for her not to be touched.
Eventually, several long minutes later, after cleaning up every last scrap across both plates, Robin finally relaxed back into his seat, pushing the dishes back towards her with long sigh, “Tell your mother it was delicious.”
She couldn’t bring forth any of her usual teasing responses to that, her heart had long since melted.
“I’ll tell her you ate every bite.”
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Leaning back in his seat with a deep sigh, Robin was caught entirely unprepared when Morgan suddenly dropped herself onto his lap, seating herself sideways atop him.
“O-Oof!” he winced, “You’re a bit big for this aren’t you?”
She was probably only a little over 50kg, but that was still 50kg dropped unexpectedly directly onto him!
“F-Father!” she scolded, pulling back and pinning him with a scandalised glare, “You can’t say that! You’re meant to say you’re surprised at how light I am!”
“Oh? Is that so?”
Giving up, she shook her head with a sigh, “You’re useless with women, you know Dad? Stuff like this is exactly why you’re still single.”
Shuffling a little closer against him, she laid her head down onto his shoulder, linking her arms around the back of his neck in a loose hug, “Well, it’s not like I really mind… I’m just glad to see you’re alright.”
Feeling his heart pang with guilt, Robin spent a few moments silently threading his fingers through his daughter’s silken blue hair, reflecting on his actions, “Of course I’m fine. I’ve got you and your mother looking after me.”
She didn’t respond. Wrapped securely warm and soft around him, Morgan simply drew comfort from his presence. Her fingers danced lightly over his shoulders and her breath swirled gently across his neck.
“I really make you worry a lot, don’t I? I’m sorry… It’s not very fatherly of me, I suppose.”
“That’s fine,” she giggled quietly, forgiving him as easily as ever, “It’s not like I only think of you as a father.”
Robin blinked, caught off-guard once again by her surprising words, a small jolt going down his spine as he considered them.
It wasn’t something he’d ever given conscious consideration to, but even without her explaining, he felt he could understand exactly what she meant. They were about the same age, they shared many of the same interests and even looking only at the way they interacted, it was often closer to a brother and sister, or two extremely close friends, than a parent and child. Really, he was as close to Morgan as he was to Lucina, even closer in some respects.
He couldn’t blame her for thinking like that, but even so, it was an undeniably sombre thought. He’d only ever thought of himself as her father, changing that connection, even just slightly, felt a little lonely.
“What about you?” a note of worry crept into her voice and he realised she must be worried she’d offended him, “Isn’t it the same? Do you think of me as just your daughter?”
Her words were completely innocent and her question was harmless, but she couldn’t possibly guess at the chilly memories they raised within him.
It was something he’d almost forcefully refused to acknowledge, uncomfortable knowledge that he’d repressed with all his strength- when he’d been driven to the brink of insanity, when his instincts had been almost tearing him apart and his mind had been clouded only with desires he couldn’t control… In some moments, for a few seconds, the barriers between them had wavered and he had seen her just the same as any of the other women surrounding him.
A terrible weight settled in the pit of his stomach, just as it always did when he remembered those nights.
That had been the genesis of everything he’d done since, he reminded himself as the fog of doubt that had clouded his mind all day shifted slightly. Seeing Morgan like that, in those terrifying moments, had been why he’d taken it as far as he had, why he’d been able to muster the strength to do the terrible acts he’d committed.
Because, even in the depths of his madness, even when the fear of hurting Lucina by continuing even after he’d fucked her unconscious hadn’t been enough to stop him, it had been the horror of laying a hand on Morgan that had finally returned his sanity and that had given him the courage to finally break his vow to the woman he loved.
Shaking away those thoughts, Robin considered his next words. Ultimately though, the truth wasn’t as important as what should be true.
“Sorry!” he laughed, “You’re too small and cute! I can only possibly see you as my little girl!”
Technically, she was about the same height as Lucina these days, but he ignored that.
“Ehh… Well, that’s fine, I suppose,” she pouted, looking slightly put out, “I’m not sure I like how you phrased that though.”
He didn’t bother responding, so she continued, brightening up as she switched back to her usual tone, “It wasn’t only Mum and me that were worried for you though, Olivia looked really upset when you sent her home earlier too.”
Ah. Thinking slightly clearer now, he felt a little guilty about that. He hadn’t been in the right frame of mind to deal with her properly and he’d barely even thought about the dancer since sending her away. Frowning, he made a mental note to apologise to her properly later.
That was when he saw the smirk adorning his daughter’s face.
Sighing, he resisted the urge to roll his eyes, “Morgan, you can’t seriously still be jealous of Olivia helping me, can you? I thought the two of you were getting on well?” He wouldn’t soon forget the prank they’d teamed up with Sumia to play on him after all.
The bluenette shifted her gaze, but didn’t answer. As unjustified as it was, thy both knew why she was so anxious about other women besides Lucina getting close to him.
“She’s married.” He assured her simply, forcefully clamping down on the spike of guilt at him, of all people, using that as his justification.
“I know, I know!” Morgan sighed, throwing her arms up in surrender, “But still! You can’t blame me for worrying! You’re a very attractive man Father, you’ve got to be more careful! There aren’t many women who can resist your charms.”
“I really don’t want to hear that from my daughter,” he deadpanned. That was like an aunt telling you how handsome you were. Was she comforting him, or what? She really was getting too cheeky these days.
“Well, if you don’t want my warnings, just go and seduce Mother already!” she ordered, hopping off his lap with a smile and waving her finger as she lectured him, “She’s probably sick of you leading her on all this time! Be a man and propose to her, or something!”
Groaning, this time Robin didn’t bother keeping himself from rolling his eyes as he pushed himself to his feet and followed after her. They both knew that it was Lucina’s hesitation that was holding things back, it was one of Morgan’s few complaints about the woman she adored, so he refrained from commenting as he joined her in gathering up the plates she’d brought, putting them back in the basket.
“Hmmm.”
“…What?”
“You do still look a little strained Father,” stopping in place and linking her hands behind her back, Morgan bent over at the waist, pinning him in place with a close examination, “Would you like a blowjob?”
…
Robin’s mental facilities ground to a halt. Then, just as he had managed to convince himself he’d misheard her, Morgan made an unmistakable gesture with her hands and his mind overloaded! Genius Tactician or not, there was only so much a man could take!
…
“Wh-Wha!? HUH!?” he stammered, stumbling backwards away from the teasing light shining bright in her eyes. He was saved the indignity of falling over only because he backed up into his desk, “Wha… What the hells!?”
“That’d make you feel better, wouldn’t it?” the (clearly feigned) innocence of her smile was in a stark contrast to the red blush spread across her cheeks, a sight that was only made worse when she repeated the gesture once more, “Should I go get Mother? I told her that this morning, that she should do that instead of cooking for you!”
Heart still clenched tight in his chest, Robin couldn’t quite feel relieved.
That explanation was better than what he’d thought she’d meant a few moments ago, but…
“You… You said something like that to Lucina?” his fiancé was not a good target for jokes, she took everything far, far too seriously, “Gods! Wha… MORGAN! How, how do you even know about that kind of thing!?”
The last thing he wanted to find out right now was that his daughter had developed an interest in boys! He wasn’t ready for that!
“C’mon! Dad! I’m not a kid anymore!” she pouted, stomping her foot, exactly like a child, “And anyway, Severa told me, ages ago, she said if I ever needed to, it was the best way to cheer a man up!”
‘First Vaike, now Severa!? Just what are those idiots teaching my family!?’
Nevermind that, considering how fast the red-headed Mercenary chased away any man that dared approach her, he doubted she had any experience to be giving out advice on boys herself. Robin didn’t even want to imagine what the possible context of that conversation was.
Grimacing, Robin pointedly ignored the way she was poking her tongue out of him -as well as that she was staying carefully outside swatting range- as he hefted himself back to his feet and led her, finally, back out of his office.
“Look, Morgan, for your mother jokes like th-”
His words were cut off as he pulled the door open and found himself, completely unexpectedly, looking directly at the woman in question.
Out of her usual clothes, Lucina was wearing a light white sundress; light and soft in appearance, the simplicity of the design suggested it was one given to her by Sumia. The Queen had clearly chosen well because it outlined and accentuated the alluring femininity of her lithe form beautifully. Shifting her weight from foot to foot, with her deep blue hair tied back in a ponytail and her hands clenched tight over her stomach, the Princess bore an expression of naked anxiousness.
“Eh!?” Father and daughter both blinked in unison.
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Almost all of Lucina’s developing years had been spent in battle, she’d trained, fought and bled longer than even she could remember. Even in the peace time she’d been unable to feel comfortable relaxing her practice sessions. She was without a doubt among the fastest, strongest, most elite champions in the entire world.
Which was why, after being caught flat-footed, Morgan didn’t even have a single second to react when her mother pulled the basket from Robin’s arms, dropped it into her own, and then forcefully pushed the Tactician backwards into his office, shutting the door behind her before the younger Princess could finish even a single breath.
“E-Eh?” Morgan repeated, staring dumbstruck at where both her parents had just disappeared.
Her mother was here!? Her mother had very insistently just pushed her father back into his office!? Suddenly, all the teasing she’d done earlier seemed a lot less funny.
“N-No, no way… She’s not really… Is she!?” the doorknob rattled loud in her shocked grip but it didn’t budge, it was already locked, “What!? No way!”
She shook her head, frantically collecting her spiralling thoughts. There was no way! It was impossible! IMPOSSIBLE!
Of course, Morgan was aware that she had to have been born somehow, so she could maybe, maybe, believe that it was possible for her mother to have sex. In bed. At night. With the lights off… But even that was a stretch!
Her mother was Lucina! The proud and dignified Hero Queen of Ylisse, former Exalt and current Princess! She couldn’t even begin to imagine her acting like this… alone, in an office, bending to her knees and looking up at-
“Ghaaah!” dropping to the floor, Morgan tried in vain to peek under the bottom of the doorjamb, “Whaaaaat!?”
The door shook again as she rattled furiously at the knob, but still it remained frustratingly steadfast.
No way! She couldn’t possibly believe it!
But… But Father himself had said not to tell those kind of jokes, that she still wasn’t very good with humour and tended to take everything far too seriously.
She swallowed… So then, did that mean, th-that right now… Her mother, Lucina, was… was…?
“N-No, geez, c’mon!” she scolded herself, throwing her hands up and breathing out a shaky sigh, “This is silly, I’m just overthinking it, geez, I’ve been thinking weird stuff ever since I read that book of Father’s.”
She quickly schooled away that thought, now definitely wasn’t the time to be thinking about that strange sex guidebook she’d found hidden away in her father’s desk, her thoughts had circled back towards that often enough already.
“They’re not dating. They haven’t even kissed yet,” she reasoned logically. After all, wasn’t that the big complaint she had about the two of them? That they were so annoyingly innocent about actually starting a relationship! Hadn’t she been pushing them to hurry it up already for months now?
No matter how terrible her mother was at recognising humour, and no matter how much she was totally, obviously, head over heels for her father, something like this was YEARS too soon! She would never instigate their relationship like that, not on… not down on her knees… Especially not with her daughter right outside!
“Yup,” Morgan nodded, it was painfully obvious what was really going on; Lucina was simply getting revenge for the way she’d teased her earlier. She’d never expected anything like that from her but, after all, hadn’t she said herself that you shouldn’t underestimate her?
“Ghhhaaaa!” Her composure cracked and she slammed herself flat against the wood, pushing her ear hard into the door and straining to make out any sounds!
…
Nothing. “Ahhhhh! Muuuum! What’s going on? Why’d you lock the door! Lemme in toooooo!”
Her naturally rampant curiosity mixed with the frustration of not knowing and potent sparks of lightning wrapped bright around her wrist before she even realised that she’d drawn on her magic. For a second, she let herself be tempted, holding her hand a few centimetres from the, playing with the idea of simply blowing it from its hinges.
“Phaaah.”
At length, she relaxed instead, letting out a long sigh and frowning in annoyance as she let her power dissipate harmlessly. Even if she didn’t seriously believe her parents were actually doing anything interesting, she did seriously believe that her father would fillet her alive if she wrecked his office.
Morgan knew she was just being a poor sport, reacting badly to having the tables turned on her. If there actually was anything happening between the two of them, she’d want to support it, not interrupt it.
“Geez, Father, you’re a bad influence on her,” she complained, turning on her heel to go look for something more fun to do (happily leaving the pile of her own work stacked up in her office for another day), “Pranking Mother used to be so much easier…”
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Meanwhile, inside the office, Lucina wasn’t paying even the slightest bit of attention to their daughter’s muffled complaints.
With both hands flat against her fiancé’s chest, she continued pushing him backwards, guiding him with swift, familiar steps through his office, until his legs hit against the large double-bed half hidden in the far corner of the room and he was sent falling over into a seated position.
“Lucina, I-Huh?”
He tried to speak but she was too focussed to listen. Dropping to her knees, between his legs, Lucina wasted no time in reaching out toward him, her fingers dancing confidently over the ties and buckles of his clothes, unfastening them all in less than a single breath before completely removing his lower garments -pants and smallclothes- in one forceful motion.
“Eh?”
Robin gasped aloud as his clothes were discarded over her shoulder and out of reach.
“A-Ahh!”
He gasped again when she reached for him once more, the warmth of her hands pressed directly into him this time. Her fingers wrapped around his shaft and Lucina smiled gently to herself at it’s comforting heat, marvelling at how fully it still filled her palms, even while soft.
“Ah-AHH!”
He gasped even louder still, when she shuffled closer, leaning down and flicking her tongue directly against the underside of his shaft (exactly as he’d taught her), before opening wide and hungrily swallowing his entire length. Easily taking the mostly flaccid cock into her mouth, Lucina slid her arms around his waist, pulling herself as close as possible into him as she pursed her lips around the base of his shaft- laying lewd kisses into his crotch, despite having her mouth filled with his cock, servicing him exactly how she knew he enjoyed
“Luci, Lucina!”
Especially with everything that had changed about him these days, Robin was not a man to remain unaroused long in his fiancé’s presence, and today was no exception.
“Mmmm!”
Lucina gave out a delighted response as she felt his cock shudder and grow, quickly forcing her mouth wider open and filling out against her cheeks. An electrifying thrill shot down between her shoulder blades and already, she could feel a thick desire growing between her legs- there was no doubt in her mind she’d become addicted to this man.
“Mhmmm! MmMMMM!”
Not retreating for even a second, she Princess remained steadfastly resolute in place, her hands clinging tight to his waist and her lips pressed firmly against his skin- even as his shaft grew quickly to full length, completely filling her mouth and -left with no other path- pushing mercilessly down her awaiting throat.
Another shiver ran through her as she held herself forcefully in place, her entire body soon bursting with delight as she felt the full, thick length of her lover’s heavy cock expanding down into her. Eagerly willing her body to accept him, to open up around him, Lucina didn’t even notice she was moaning even louder than before, “MMMMMMM!” Whichever hole he used, it didn’t matter, she loved it all the same, she adored the feeling of Robin being sheathed fully inside her.
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“Ghha, hhnngaaa!”
Moaning aloud as his cock finally stretched out to its full length- held tight all the way down his fiancé’s throat, Robin was utterly lost for words.
For what felt like the hundredth time today, he’d been completely taken off guard. Lucina almost never instigated things between them, even the time recently when she’d come to him dressed up as a Pegasus Knight, she’d still followed his lead. For her to be suddenly so forceful was completely against his expectations.
And yet…
“Mmnhaaa.”
…When she began to move a few moments later, in vivid contrast to that earlier hunger, she was soft and slow, calm and gentle.
Twisting her head back and forth, Lucina took her time rising slowly up his length, her dazzling blue eyes staring warmly back at him -the Mark of Ylisse shining proud in her left- as her lips drew gradually along his shaft and her experienced tongue snaked around him.
“Pwah!”
Bringing herself all the way to his glans and finally releasing him from her mouth, the Princess instantly pursed her lips together once more, planting a long, loving kiss directly atop his cockhead before shifting back, just enough to allow his length to fall, hot and hard, across her face as she looked up towards him.
“Robin…” the royal firstborn whispered quietly, smiling gently from where she was seated between his legs, wearing his cock with just the same pride as her family’s tiara, “I missed you.”
His heart skipped a beat. Looking at her like this, at how easily and how fully she gave herself to him, he felt like he could almost drown himself in the sheer depth of the love and trust in her eyes. And, in that moment, he knew he’d fallen for her all over again.
Whenever he was at his lowest, even when she didn’t know what was wrong with him, she was always the one to warm his soul once more.
“I… I missed you too.”
He always did. Whenever they were apart, even when he was in another’s arms, he still missed Lucina. Theirs was his only complete relationship, the only woman he’d given himself to in return; as much as she was his, so too was he hers.
Looking at her now, feeling her warmth flowing through him, Robin’s spiralling throughs gradually slowed and he was finally able to remember the truth at the core of everything once more. It was his love for her that had driven him all this time. First in his resistance, when he’d stayed true to her, and finally in his acceptance, when he’d betrayed her, both actions had been born entirely from his affection for her. It was to protect her that he’d done everything he had.
For her part, Lucina didn’t need any more words, pushing herself back up, she parted her lips again around his glans, flicking her tongue over the sensitive head and taking a moment to fill her cheeks with him.
She laid kisses along his shaft, from the tip to the base.
She suckled gently on his balls.
She rolled her tongue as far out as she could manage, and dragged it languidly all the way back up his length in one single motion.
And, when she finally took him fully into her mouth once more, she slid down him slowly and sensually, spending several long minutes bobbing her head up and down his entire cock and making it absolutely clear that she intended to savour both very single inch of him as well as every moment spent with him.
Lucina had mentioned several times before how much she enjoyed feeling the strength of his lust whenever he took control of her, when he would use her mouth or throat for his own pleasure… but, right now, Robin couldn’t even think to do anything like that. Lost in the sweet fog of her gentle ministrations, he could do nothing but thread his fingers through her deep blue hair and relax completely into the fast-rising pleasure of her slow, thorough servicing.
“Hhaaa…”
Robin’s body practically purred in satisfaction. It was completely distinct from the devoted way Tharja or Olivia worshipped his shaft, as well as from the cheerful way Lissa or Nowi excitedly sucked him off. There was nothing here but pure affection, Lucina was using her mouth to sweetly, tenderly make love to his cock.
Leaning back with a loud gasp, Robin’s entire body trembled with hot bliss. After how lost he’d felt for the last day, it felt unbearably good, it was incredible, almost more than he could take. And, as Lucina’s lips slid continuously up and down his length, and as her tongue slipped back and forth around him, within a few minutes, he could feel himself rapidly approaching his peak.
“Hhaa, Lu-Lucina, I-Ah!”
Luckily, even that abortive attempt at a warning was unnecessary. She could feel every twitch and pulse he made inside her and before he’d even gotten the words out, Lucina had already made her move, pulling herself even closer towards him, her fingers holding even firmer to his waist as she instantly swallowed him entirely- sheathing his full, thick, heavy length down her throat once more in one massive gulp.
Moaning in sudden shock, Robin stared down at her- his gaze locked into her sparkling blue eyes for a single moment, before she winked playfully back up at him, as if to tell him everything was fine.
“Ghh-AHhhAAAA!”
He lost any hope of control instantly, crying aloud as his shaft jolted wildly and the intense pleasure surged through him! Bending over, holding tight to the back of her head, keeping her roughly in place -as if she had any intention of moving- his cock swelled and exploded!
Robin’s world spun, his balls clenching tight with incredible pressure as his eyes danced with light and jet after jet of hot, thick cum sprayed out, coating Lucina’s throat in powerful blasts of his seed, shooting the viscous load directly into her stomach.
“Hghhaaaa!” Again, he shuddered, his cock twitching and releasing even more with every motion, staining the Princess with his thick, heavy cum, “G-Gods! Lucina!”
…
It was several long moments before Robin regained enough control over himself to release her, but despite that, his fiancé showed no signs of discomfort, rather -from the way her hips were trembling and how her thighs were rubbing together- she appeared to be very comfortable, with her head held in place against the Tactician’s crotch as his cock unloaded violently within her.
Panting aloud, he removed his hands from around her head regardless, sighing softly a few moments later when he felt her slowly drawing herself back up his shaft once more.
“Woah…” he breathed, “That was incredible, Lucina, that fe-Ah!? Hnngh!?
And yet again, the genius Tactician was caught off guard- this time when, after reaching the top of his length, rather than pulling back as he’d expected, the Bluenette dived eagerly back into action, dipping her head back down and smoothly, tenderly, sliding his entire length down her throat once more.
“GHh!? Wha? Luci-Lucina!?”
She didn’t respond, nor did she pause for even a moment. Releasing her hands from around his waist, and using them instead to carefully fondle his -now almost oversensitive- balls, she proved just how serious she was.
The pleasure crashed wildly through him again, swirling with an almost blinding intensity and, as his fiancé continued lovingly servicing his shaft, all Robin could do was lose himself in the bliss.
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Slumping forward around her, Robin groaned out a low moan as he blew his fourth load down his fiancé’s awaiting throat.
It was only then, more than a half hour since she’d first pushed him into his office, that Lucina finally stopped. Rising slowly up his shaft one last time, she kept her lips pursed tight around him, wringing out every last trembling drop of his seed, before eventually releasing his cockhead from between her lips with a small pop, letting it fall to the side this time, laying it sticky and warm against her cheek. Robin was still hard, as usual, but he was thoroughly satisfied.
“Do you feel better now, my love?” She asked, breaking eye contact a moment to turn her head to the side, placing one last languid kiss into his shaft.
“Y-Yeah,” he sighed, the warm and gentle delight thrumming through his body would have made it impossible to keep the smile from his face, even if he had wished to try, “Of course, that was amazing.”
“Good, I’m glad,” she breathed, her own gentle smile matching his as she pushed herself up, rising to her full height before him, “Then, in that case…”
With her face burning bright red -even after all she’d done-, Lucina’s eyes slid shyly from his as she reached down, lifting her light dress for his examination, her bare pussy shone glistening wet before his eyes, as she spread her legs a further few inches apart.
She wasn’t wearing any panties. Robin gulped. The Crown Princess of Ylisse had come all this way to see him, wearing only a thin white dress. And, not only that, but she’d obviously so enjoyed her time spent down on her knees, submitting her body for his pleasure, that her juices were soaked wet all across her thighs.
“Th-Then,” she swallowed, her words hitching for a moment in unabashed excitement, “Then, why don’t we feel better together, this time?”
Chuckling softly, Robin let himself fall entirely into her pace, taking her hand and this time guiding her slowly forwards, onto the bed and into his lap. Letting her dress fall back down over them both and wrapping her arms instead around his shoulders, Lucina wasted no time at all in settling herself directly against him, quivering softly in his arms as she felt his cock opening up her ready entrance before gently easing herself down, sheathing him smoothly inside her once more.
Their bodies jolted together a moment as they felt the intense pressure of her narrow tunnel gently enveloping him, her walls coiling wonderfully tight around his shaft, even as her pussy was opened up obligingly before him. Even so, Lucina didn’t hesitate, holding onto her shoulders and bracing herself against him, she pushed herself determinedly down his length.
“Ah! Ahhng! AhhNNNGH!”
Her moans, quiet at first but fast raising in volume, increased in tempo with each inch of him she took inside. Robin could feel her legs locking around his waist and her hands clinging even firmer into his shoulders as she sank ever deeper, spreading her innermost walls wide around him.
“Unghh-HNAAAAH!”
Until, finally, with her eyes squeezed shut and her cherry red lips parted in a delicate moan… Lucina pushed herself fully down into his lap, and Robin could feel the softness of her deepest walls stretched back, wrapping tight around his glans.
“Ahhnnnn!”
Smiling as she threw herself into his embrace, Robin held her tight against him, wrapping one arm around the back of her head and the other around her waist as Lucina laid her head down onto his shoulder, quivering like a leaf and breathing out a quiet, yet wonderfully intense orgasm through clenched teeth.
“Uh, hhaaa,” Robin’s eyes flashed white again for a moment as he felt the incredible tightness of the Princess’s pussy pulsing hard and hot across his entire length. If not for how thoroughly she’d milked him earlier, he imagined he’d have been brought close to his peak just from that, “Gods, That’s… You always feel so good.”
“Robinnn…” his lover’s sigh captured his attention again a moment later, as she regained her breath, tracing her fingers across his cheek and flushing bright red while offering him a warm smile, “Naga. It feels incredible, even just sitting here like this. Mmm, aah, it’s always like this, your big, hard, cock always drives me wild.”
She was trying to stroke his ego, as part of trying to look after him, ‘Geez, Lucina…’ Even knowing that, he still couldn’t’ help but be utterly charmed by her kindness.
Taking the initiative as she settled herself into his lap, Robin rolled down the shoulders of her dress, unveiling her milky white skin and quickly moving to capture one of her small pink nipples between his lips, savouring the taste of her skin as he drew it warmer into his mouth.
“Ahhaha!” She giggled lightly, cradling his head with her hands and threading her fingers through his hair as he suckled against her, “Just like a child… Ahh, even if you suck like that, no-nothing’s going to come out, you know?”
Releasing another small moan, she shivered happily in his arms.
“Mmm, I don’t mind though. Ahhn, go ahead, you can use it as you like, my entire body, any of my wholes, use them whenever you wish,” freely giving that scandalising promise, the Princess slowly began to move. With her head still lying on his shoulder, she breathed out soft and sweet sighs only a few centimetres from his ear with each time her hips slid a few inches up and down his thick shaft, “It doesn’t matter, unha, if I’m in a meeting, or at dinner, or, or anywhere. I’ve already given myself to you, s-ooohaa, so, I don’t mind. Just, give me some sign and I’ll make up an excuse. I… I would be happy for you to unload all your frustrations into me, as often as you need to, anytime you’d like.”
“Lucina…”
Her name fell unbidden from his lips, whispered directly into the moderate breast still bouncing lightly in his mouth. He repeated it, again, and then again after that, moaning her name as if it was somewhere between a spell and a prayer. He held her close, as light and gentle against him as he could bear, his hands cradling her back as hers fell around his shoulders.
Staying like this, wrapped up in Lucina’s love, as much as the slow building ecstasy drawn out from her body, at long last, Robin’s mind finally cleared. Her pure affection lifted the haze of fear and doubt that had surrounded him ever since his failure with Panne and the Tactician blinked heavily, as if awakening from a long sleep.
‘I see,’ he breathed, arching back with a low groan as the Princess’s pussy pulsed tight around his length, ‘I’m standing on that same precipice once more.’
He’d been brought right back to the start, the reason he was so confused is because he was facing just the same terrible choice as he’d face back then. This was just like that moment so many weeks ago now, the day after he’d first broken his vow and slept with Tharja. Naga, or whatever God had had taken an interest in his fate must have wanted to give him a chance to reflect, to re-evaluate everything he’d done.
‘I can stop. I can give up now. I don’t need to do this anymore, I don’t need to hurt anyone else.’
When he’d made his choice, when he’d walked the path he had, it had already been too late to stop. So, he’d fought with everything he’d had, blackening his soul in the process, he’d manipulated his friends and betrayed his companions… And, after everything, he’d failed.
Panne had appeared sooner than he’d anticipated, his planning hadn’t been strong enough, and she’d completely rejected him.
He’d spent every hour since that moment fearfully awaiting the doom the Taguel was sure to deliver to him.
And now, looking at the smiling face of the woman he held cradled in his arms, Robin finally realised a new possibility.
‘I could tell her. I could tell Lucina everything. All I’ve done and why I did it… If she’s going to find out anyway, then surely the least I can do is to make sure she hears it from me.’
And then, if he explained everything properly, if she was somehow able to forgive him, then perhaps they could go see Panne together.
His eyes closed and his mouth fell open in a low moan as the soft waves of bliss pulsed through him, ebbing and flowing in time with his thoughts as his mind slowly gathered toward a conclusion. Lucina’s incredible body was wrapped tight around him, her pussy caressing his shaft and her heat thrumming directly through his core. And, to his relief, his instincts were completely silent. The fire that had burned so strongly within him was extinguished for now, and he was savouring the feeling of her with only love.
‘We could do it, we could fix everything together. We could work on this, together.’
Enveloped in the Princess’s kind affection, the words almost spilled directly from his mouth the second he completed the thought. He wanted to tell her, he knew, he hated the secrets and half truths he’d surrounded himself in, he wanted to be honest with the woman he’d given himself to. This was finally the moment to do so, finally the time to give up his reckless plan and relieve his heart.
“Lucina, I…”
But, just as suddenly as his words began, so too did they stop.
And, Robin fell silent once more, his mind abruptly filled with the sight of another smiling, blue-haired girl who had been just as worried about him. ‘Morgan… That’s right.’ He suddenly recalled the conversation he’d had with his daughter, and he remembered again, the twisted memory he hated to acknowledge that her words had reminded him about- that it had been his fear of hurting her that had saved his sanity when nothing else could, that it was his knowledge that even that fear wouldn’t last forever, that had finally sent him down the path he’d taken.
When he’d talked with her earlier he’d remembered his purpose- that he’d fought all this time, that he’d done everything he had to protect the two of them.
But, wrapped up now in Lucina’s cleansing love, it was only now that he could finally think properly again, ‘Yeah.’ that finally, he could remember the strength of his resolve and recall just why he’d made the choice he had.
Pulling her against his chest and savouring the warm heat of her thin body, Robin sighed.
He was right back to where he’d been so many weeks ago, standing top the same precipice and facing the exact same decision…
…And once again, he was making the exact same choice.
‘Maybe there’s nothing that can be done anymore. Maybe it’s already over and Panne’s already spread the word about what I’ve told her. But, even so. I’d rather die fighting than to just give up! I’ll gamble my soul again, rather than concede this!’
Telling Lucina now, stepping back from the mad path he’d chosen, would be nothing more than a compromise. The best he could manage, if everything worked out right, would be to hurt her less.
He hadn’t accepted that then, and he refused to do so now. He was fighting to keep from hurting her at all. He’d resolved to protect her, even from himself, no matter what price he had to pay.
‘I will tell her,’ he promised himself once again, as his resolve finally steeled itself firm inside him, ‘I’ll make sure she knows. But, only when she owes me nothing and when she has no obligation to stick by me. Only when she won’t feel pressured to forgive me.’
If he explained his situation while he was still being driven by these maddening instincts then, despite everything, he knew that she would feel a duty to help him, to assist him. Doing so would forever taint the love she held for him by chaining her heart with such compassion. Instead, he would tell her only when he was in full control of himself once again, when her decision would be weighed only by what she felt.
“Oh?” a soft laugh broke him from his thoughts and Robin looked back to see Lucina leaning back in his lap, examining his face with a warm smile, even as she continued bouncing herself gently up and down along his cock, “You look better all of a sudden. A-Ahh, has your mind cleared at last, my love?”
“Yeah,” he answered, “You, hhaa, you calmed me down. I know what I need to do now.”
Was it already over? Had Panne already told everyone? Would this be the last time he’d be able to enjoy her looking so warmly at him? There was no way he could know, but now at long last, the fear had disappeared from his heart and, thanks to her, his path was clear once more.
Lucina’s fingers brushed lightly across his cheek, waiting for an explanation, but he remained silent, his chest tightening under her curious gaze.
Before he could react, her smile broke into another soft laugh, mixed happily with a pleased moan and, once again, she washed away all his tension. “Uuaa, mmm, it’s fine, even if it’s not something you can tell me. I don’t mind. I’ll, ah-hha, I’ll always support you regardless.”
“Lucina…”
“It’s fine. I belong to you, don’t I? You’re my husband, the man I’ve given myself to. So, I’ll trust you, no matter what. Ai-hha… If, there’s something going on that you can’t tell me about, that’s fine. R-Robin, I believe in you, and I believe that whatever’s going on, you’re trying to look after me, to protect me and Morgan too. Your family.
“So, just know that we’re, hhaa, that we’re both here for you, whenever you need. And do whatever you have to.”
Choking back a sudden sob, Robin’s world blurred as tears pricked at his eyes, “Lucina, G-Gods, I love you. I love you more than anything, more than anyone!”
“Of course,” she smiled, “I love you too.”
Wiping away his tears with a gentle touch, Lucina fell warmly into his arms once more and, with everything that needed to be said, already now spoken between them, for the next several hours, the Tactician’s office was filled with only the sounds of soft, tender lovemaking.
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Despite the hundreds of battlefields he’d fought on, and the thousands of terrifying monsters he’d faced down, standing now on Panne’s doorstep, it took almost all the courage Robin could gather to raise his hand and knock.
The house itself was fittingly simple for someone as straightforward as the Taguel, a small one-storey cottage several kilometres from Ylisstol on the outskirts of a nearby forest, it was reachable only by a single half-hidden dirt path which led to a small, sheltered clearing. There were no fences or signposts in sight, instead the only sign he’d come onto her territory at all had been almost a hectare’s worth of meticulously cared for turf spreading between numerous rows of long garden beds, each filled almost to overflowing with more types of vegetables than he could even guess at.
Given her senses, Panne was no doubt already well aware of his presence and likely had been since long before he’d been standing nervelessly outside her door. But, even so, she was giving the courtesy of waiting for him to announce herself, and he was grateful for that.
*Pkak*, *Pkak*, *Pkak*.
His chest tightened, but when he finally did rap on her door, he did so loudly and clearly. He was long past the point of no return, and long since used to fighting down any anxiety to do what needed to be done.
The door opened a few scant heartbeats later, revealing the Taguel in question, her arms folded across her chest and a flat look on her face, “So, you came, Robin. Greetings.”
“Panne. I’m glad you’re still here. We need to talk.”
Her brows knitted together, and for several very long moments, she remained silent, staring coolly back at him, clearly weighing the decision up in her mind.
“Please,” he added, “Hear me out. No matter what you decide, or what you choose to do next, at the very least, I owe you an explanation.”
“You owe me more than that.”
Robin faltered for a moment, “That’s true… But, I doubt an apology would mean anything right now, not unless you know why I’ve done what I have.” Given the gravity of what she’d found out, there was no way just apologising for his proposition toward her would be enough to keep her silence.
Another silent eternity passed before the door was finally pulled completely open, with Panne stepping aside and nodding him to follow her inside with a heavy sigh, “It’s comforting at least to see that you’re unarmed,” she pointed out, gesturing to the beast-stone held in her left hand, previously hidden behind the door, “I had worried about just what your next action would be.”
Wincing terribly, Robin faltered once more, only able to stare in shocked horror back at the comrade he’d fought beside innumerable times, “Wha- I can’t believe you’d thi- I would never! I-” pausing, he swallowed his words with a pained grimace. “Yeah… I suppose I deserve your suspicion, don’t I? You must be doubting almost everything you know about me.”
He’d never even considered that she’d think him capable of something like that, but given how callously he’d torn down her previous understanding of him and especially after how clearly he’d shown his strength in their last encounter, she had plenty of reasons to be wary of him.
Turning away to lead him down a corridor, deeper into her dwelling, Panne halted for a step, “Not quite,” she answered quietly, without looking back, “I’ve let you into my house and, I’m still… I’m still glad to see you, that you’ve come to explain. I’ve decided to trust you, Robin, just a little. I want to believe you’re still the man I knew for so long.”
A myriad of emotions twisted through him at that and Robin couldn’t find the words to reply. Feeling his composure cracking he breathed out some wordless thanks and followed silently after her.
Panne’s house was far bigger on the inside that it appeared, or to be more precise, the house itself seemed to act primarily as a large welcoming room the larger complex that opened up as she led him down a surprisingly polished flight of rosewood stairs that swiftly opened up to a large sweeping parlour, several meters below the ground.
Robin couldn’t help but be impressed, while it was probably obvious if he’d stopped to think about it, until now he’d never really considered the difference in accommodation that would suit a Taguel, rather than a human, it also made him wonder idly just Nowi and Nah’s house looked like.
Far from what he may have expected from a sub-terrainian burrow, the room was boarded up fully on all sides with what appeared to be magical valewood and lit brightly by the warm glow of numerous small magical lamps strung across the ceiling. Her house was cherry and warm, holding homely charm and without a trace of dirt or anything else to suggest they were anywhere but in a completely normal, well cared for, room. Somehow, despite the strange surrealism of being several meters underground, the only thing that stood out strangely to Robin at all was just how diligent a housekeeper Panne appeared to be.
Following along as she guided him into away and into a connected dining room, Robin couldn’t keep his curiosity as he examined his surroundings, all around him he could see what appeared to be a long webway of corridors stretching out, entwining and connecting to many other rooms deeper inside.
Far from the simple home he’d seen from the outside, he realised that this was a proper Taguel warren. And, he added silently to himself at that thought -pulling out a chair and seating himself at the table she indicated to him before gliding wordlessly away to the kitchen- it was also far too big for just one person, or even for two. ‘She really can’t deny her duty, can she?’ Even when designing her own house, after the war, with only her and Yarne, she’d still made it more than big enough for the children she knew she needed to have. It was just as he’d thought, despite how much she worried about it, Panne could never abandon the fate of the Taguel entirely to her son, especially after seeing how much that fear had pressed on him, his whole life.
No doubt some quiet part of her soul wanted to raise a whole brace of kids, enough that she could face him and tell him that he didn’t need to worry, that it was okay for him just to live his life for himself.
Robin gave a wry smile, seeing this, it only made it more impressive that she’d still turned down his offer yesterday.
Panne returned a short time later, placing two steaming mugs of black tea and a large bowl of assorted vegetables between them, settling herself down across from him, she plopped a small carrot into her mouth before returning to the same steely gaze as before, “I imagine you’re wondering, so I’ll tell you directly; when I left yesterday, I was in no state to talk to anyone, I was shocked and before I even realised it, I’d run all the way back here. I have been trying to make sense of it ever since. I know what you’ve done, and I know you want my silence. I also know that you intend, or at least, you did intend to continue your actions. I just don’t understand why…”
She breathed out heavily, her voice was steady and her gaze piercing, it was only the almost imperceptible trembling of her hands that showed her deep discomfort, “Looking back, I know you cannot have been like this during the previous wars, I don’t believe I could have missed something like that for so long, so… So, I still believe that you guided us honestly, that you were the man I thought you were. Which means that this is something that must have happened since you’ve returned. Did the Manspawn world corrupt you? Did you fall into arrogance from your past successes, thinking you deserved more than you were given? Is this supposed to be your reward then, treating the female Shepherds as just women to be toyed with!?” her voice rose sharply in anger for a moment, but was stilled just as quickly, she’d brought him here to hear him out, not to rant at him, “You’ve come to talk. You’re here now. This is the only chance you’re ever going to have. So, explain yourself.”
Swallowing his pain at her accusations, Robin forced himself to meet her eyes levelly. Now that he’d come all the way here, now that the moment had finally arrived, speaking openly seemed an even more difficult task than he’d imagined. All this time, all these weeks and months, he’d never said a word of this to anyone, not to Lucina who he loved, not to Lissa who’d been with him the longest, nor even to Tharja who already knew most of everything.
But slowly, with his fists clenched and heart jumping in his chest, slowly, he began his tale. He didn’t rush, and she didn’t interrupt, and so, for the next hour, Panne listened with increasingly shocked attention as he explained just what could turn the honest, caring Tactician she’d respected into the man she saw before herself today.
He told her about waking up once more in that field, on that day. About the incredible joy that had welled up within him as well as the first signs of his increased perceptions, and increased appetite.
He told her about the long, painful months that had passed from there. About his desires quickly growing past what he could ignore, about his futile visits to priests, to curse-breakers, to any kind of healer he could find.
He told her about the terrifying desperation that had gnawed endlessly at him. About the endless battle he’d felt, fighting back his lust, maintaining his sanity even as he had to hold himself back from assaulting his closest friends.
He told her about Lucina. About how his heart had broken, watching her push her body to the very edges of her limits, draining the very last of her considerable stamina in futile attempts to satisfy him, about the proud and strong Crown Princess collapsing unconscious, constantly defeated by his lust, and with him less satisfied each time.
He told her about Tharja. About the clawing madness that had brought him beyond despair, the terror that had finally defeated his pride and brought him to the Dark Mage’s door, about the night he’d broken his vow of faithfulness as well as the instantaneous relief the moment he’d done so, the way months’ worth of pressure had been relieved all at once and the way he’d finally felt clear-headed once more, for the first time in months, as if he could finally see the light at the end of the tunnel.
He told her about what he’d learned that night in the Dark Mage’s arms. What she’d told him of his instincts, the darkness she’d seen swirling around him and the helpless fear she’d felt too, having spent so long unable to do anything but watch as he’d driven himself to the very brink of insanity, trying to control the needs of his very soul.
And then, finally, although in lesser detail, he told her about everything else. How he’d rekindled his relationship with Lissa. The night he’d stumbled on Olivia’s secret. His agreement with Miriel. Even Nowi’s surprising reaction to his presence.
It was a difficult story, one that lasted longer than both the mugs of tea she’d provided and the bowl of vegetables shared between them. But, by the time he finally wound to a close, he could see that the steel in her gaze had melted, just slightly. Her expression wasn’t soft, with her, it never had been, but the affronted anger, at least, seemed to have lifted.
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“That’s… Quite a story.” Panne spoke finally, sagging back in her seat with a deeply conflicted sigh.
“It’s true though,” he answered, finding himself surprisingly exhausted as he awaited her judgement, “You’ve seen for yourself the strength I have now. You know it wasn’t like that before.”
“It’s certainly true that your power has changed, almost more than I can believe. But, that’s not necessarily also evidence of these overpowering instincts you talk about… Still, even then, I… I believe you. I can remember worrying about you, the few times we met since your return, you always seemed to be straining, more and more with some burden.”
He almost sighed in relief, before he saw a sudden fierce sharpness return to her gaze and realised where her thoughts had lead her. “Pan-”
“This strength, and these desires, this need you speak of, for dominance; even just thinking about how much you’ve changed, how you’ve acted since your revival…” Her lips drew into a thin line and her voice dropped, low and hard, “Rather than Robin, is it not better to conclude that Grima has returned instead?”
“NO! NO!” he roared, slamming his fist on the table, “I’m not! I swear to you, I’m not him! Gods! I’m Robin, me, the same man I always was! I remember every step of our time together, I remember how desperately we fought against him! Panne! I remember killing him!”
It wasn’t an accusation he could possibly have taken lightly, because it was something that had been on his mind endlessly through time warring against his instincts- the terrifying thought that Grima was somehow corrupting him, taking possession of him. It had been Tharja’s explanation, as much as the relief he’d felt, that had finally set him free of that fear but he could still remember the long days he’d spent wondering about the worth of his own soul.
“I told you, when I wasn’t sure what was wrong with me, when I was searching for a solution, I prayed to Naga time after time. I drank holy water, I fasted for days, I spent entire afternoons in communion. I’ve joined in the chorus in the holiest temples in Ylisse, Gods, I’ve been blessed over and over again by Libra himself. I’m… I’m me. I’m Robin. Grima died by my hand and he’s never coming back. Whether I have some aspects of his power or not, everything I’ve done, every wrong I’ve committed, it’s all been my choice. I’m not being controlled, influenced or manipulated, there’s no voice whispering in the back of my head and no other hand guiding me, there’s just… Just, this, this infernal need. But that’s all it is, just a desire, there’s nothing mystical about it, it’s no different from a hunger, or thirst, and it disappears just the same when it’s sated.”
Pulling off his glove, he raised the back of his hand toward her, “Look! Don’t you remember? When we were marching to Mount Prism, after Grima returned, Chrom showed you all my brand? He explained what I was, what I was... Why I was born. You remember how he asked you all, everyone, to stand with me all the same? It’s gone now… He’s gone. I’ve been free of any connection to him, ever since I’ve returned. I had his mark when I was just his avatar, don’t you think it’d be strange for that to disappear if I was him? Panne, you’ve seen Grima yourself… You’ve, you’ve seen him wearing my skin. Don’t you think you’d recognise him?”
Finally, her gaze dropped and she looked away. The sight of Robin’s body possessed being by that monster was not one any Shepherd enjoyed remembering, nor one they could easily forget.
“That’s true,” she conceded quietly, a tinge of guilt colouring her words, although she offered no apology for them, “Grima couldn’t pass as a manspawn. He had far too much contempt for mortals to ever successfully live among them. It’s true, when I concentrate my senses on you, I can feel an almost incredible power from you, but, but you’re right, it’s not the corrupted scent of the Fell Dragon. It’s the same power I’ve always felt from you, just magnified beyond belief.”
“Thank you…”
“Then…” Her eyes clouded over with pain, and her hands balled once more into tight fists, “Then, WHY!? The Robin I knew was kind and gentle. He was someone who always sacrificed himself and his health to protect the people he cared about, he worked impossible hours to keep us all safe. He was a Manspawn I was proud to call friend! Not someone that would so selfishly, s-so callously deceive his friends like this!”
His chest clenched tight in return and it was all he could do just to meet her gaze as his guilt wrenched away at his soul once more. “I’ve told you why,” he answered quietly, “Because there’s no other way. Because I need to protect my family, Lucina and Morgan, from anything, even from myself. I know what I’m doing is terrible, that I’ve done unforgivable things. But, I also know it would be even worse if I didn’t do it. I fought against this for months, I stood on the brink of insanity, and still, it only got worse. If I try fight it, if I hold back, I’ll just end up losing my mind, I’ll only end up a wild beast, I’ll wind up attacking someone, anyone, without concern.”
There weren’t many who could stop him now, and even if they could, it was doubtful his mind would survive such ravages. There was no happy ending in which he gained control over his instincts, he knew that now, he’d accepted it.
A heavy pause settled between them for a moment and Panne’s gaze slid away from his once more, “Among Taguel… If someone is ill and is putting the entire warren at risk, rath-”
“Do you think I haven’t thought about that? I’ve considered killing myself a hundred times, a thousand times. I’ve thought up a whole pile of different plans that would make it seem like an accident, or even a Heroic death, to keep everyone from blaming themselves for my suicide. I’ve thought about it. I thought about it endlessly when I didn’t know what was wrong with me, and I’ve thought about it since when I remember everything I’ve done since.”
His breath hitched in his throat and his eyes blurred for a second, “But, I… I can’t. I can’t do that to them. Lucina’s suffered almost her entire life. She does a remarkable job of seeming together, but you, you can’t even imagine how fragile she is, everything about her. She’s finally putting her demons to rest, sh-she’s finally recovering. She sometimes sleeps full nights now, you know? Even when I’m not with her. And, and she smiles again. There’s no way I can take that away from her. Dying once was bad enough, if I come back, only to leave again, it’d scar her heart forever, And Morgan, she’s no different. No matter what kind of brave face she puts on, I know she feels un-anchored in time, she doesn’t have any memories and doesn’t feel like she truly has a place to belong. I’m all she knows, the only consistent thing she has, she never talks about it, but I know how painful it was for her when I was gone. I can’t leave them again, not this soon.”
If nothing else, he was certain Panne could at least understand that. She knew better than any other Shepherd the pain of losing the one she loved.
“Then, even so, why have you hidden all of this? Why are you not acting in concord with Lucina? As you say, she’s earnest in her love and knows true justice, so, why are you sneaking around behind her back?”
“It’s because she’s so earnest,” he answered awkwardly, trying to put to words a feeling he’d based so much of his choice around, “If I told her, she’d force herself to accept this, she’d understand that I have no control over what I’m going through and she’d put her own feeling aside to help me, no matter how it hurt her. I will tell her, I promised myself that long ago, I’ll make sure she knows what I’m doing- but only when I can control it, only when she doesn’t need to stick by me, to help me. I know how important the love she has for me is, Gods, I cherish it more than anything; it’s innocent and pure, and I can’t, I won’t taint it with something like this, I don’t want that love to work against her, to make her feel like she has to accept such an ugly compromise, for my sake.”
Panne frowned, “Your determination is strong, but your words make no sense, hiding it is even worse, imagine if she finds out…”
Robin met her gaze fully, refusing to waver. He’d already made that choice, he was determined.
“You’re being ridiculous!” She answered, “Can you not see how short-sighted you are? You say you don’t want to taint her love, but isn’t that the inevitable conclusion? Either she finds out, or you eventually tell her, in either case her heart is broken! If you’d been open with her from the start, you could have healed the pain this would cause, together, but now, there’s no good ending for you here, all you’re doing is making it worse!”
“I won’t make a plan to soften the blow, I don’t want to hurt her less. I’d rather put everything I have into not hurting her at all.”
“And what about when you do finally come clean? When after all these years together, you finally tell her all the lies you’ve spun and all the hundreds of times you’ve betrayed her trust? What about, when rather than hurting her a little, you crush her completely!?”
Her words pierced his heart like an icicle, but still his determination was unwavering, “Then, I’ll give her the strength to spit on me and throw me to the side, to march off into a new future with her head held high. She will have no cause to bind herself to me and can choose whatever she wishes. If she can… If she can forgive me then, then it will be purely out of love, without any pressure, without any obligation to do so.”
“Foolish! Beyond foolish! Why did I ever think you were a genius!? This is the same stupid, pig-headed Man-spawn behaviour that does nothing but cause pain for everyone around you! It’s no different from a man who hides his mortal illness from his family, so they can live peacefully until he dies… Do you truly think they’ll cherish their false peace after finding out they were lied to all along!?”
“I know that. I understand. I’ve known that since the very moment I started walking this path. I know it’s foolish, it’s selfishness and idiocy wrapped up together, it’s self-destructive and can only end terribly… But, I can’t change my course. I can’t wilfully hurt her, or Morgan, they’re my family. They mean everything to me.”
With their eyes locked intensely across the table, Panne met his gaze for several long, silent minutes, before finally leaning back with a sigh, “Very well. That’s your business I suppose, how you conduct your relationship is your choice. But that doesn’t explain why you've approached only the other Shepherds about this, as I understand it, there are Man-Spawn females who specialise in exactly this trade, if you have this, this need as you describe it, surely they would provide the relief you’re seeking… Without you going behind the backs of we, who were your closest companions.”
“I, well, that’s a little harder to explain, or, harder to put into words…” Robin winced, trying to figure out just how to explain the nature of the instincts he’d been dealing with, “What I feel, it’s not just like some mating instinct, or a er, like being really… horny… It’s more than that, it’s, hmm, it’s more like an urge to possess, to claim something valuable? Do you know the old myths about Dragon hoards? Caves piled high with gold and gems, sapphires and rubies? It’s the same feeling, commoners just feel like pebbles in comparison, even when I was at my worst, I barely even looked towards the castle maids, or anyone around the city at all, they… They wouldn’t satisfy me for even a second. It has to be special women, women I respect and care for.”
In the end, as a matter of explanation, he’d fallen back to the same comparison Tharja had given him. The tales he was referencing were, as far as he’d seen at least, just myths (if anything, Tiki seemed more inclined to hoard comfortable pillows, and Nah would only use any riches to buy more books) but it was still a slightly uncomfortable reminder that his new instincts were Draconic in origin, that while he wasn’t a Manakete, so too was he not truly human, and that he never had been.
“So, you, you want to possess me?”
“Of course,” saying it aloud was almost mortifying, but he’d come here to tell the full truth, so Robin stared back without wavering, “Panne, you’re strong and beautiful, charming and brilliant. I want to make you mine.”
Suddenly unable to stand the sincerity in his gaze, Panne’s eyes shifted to the side, her cheeks flushing red as she coughed awkwardly, “I, I see.”
It was another few seconds before she recovered her composure, “In that case, I think I understand the situation now. But, even if I did have some sympathy towards your situation… I can’t possibly-you can’t expect me to stay silent while you seduce all our comrades!”
“Eh?” Robin blinked, she thought he intended to conquer all of them? All the female Shepherds? Was that even possible? It sounded ridiculous, just thinking about it! It was the kind of thing Tharja would suggest, and definitely not something he’d pay attention to, “I wasn’t planning that at all! That’d be, there’s no way I could keep something like that secret, surely! I was only ever intending to be with enough of them to satisfy these instincts, so they’d go away! Er… You were meant to be the last actually, you and Nowi.”
“I-I was?” this time it was Panne’s turn to be surprised, apparently she thought higher of him than he’d even expected, thankfully, she caught on quickly, “Ah, because we would be the ones most likely to uncover you.”
“Exactly. And, that’s already six women, even without you. I can’t really guess at how this works, but surely, that has to be enough.”
She didn’t answer for a moment, dropping her eyes to the table, Panne folded her arms across her chest, her long ears twitching slightly in place as she slowly turned over everything he’d told her, “Then… If I am to believe everything you’ve said, even if I do believe you about this condition of yours, then, even so, how can I accept the manner you’ve dealt with it!? Keeping your secrets from Lucina? Telling yourself that you’re doing so to protect her? Pheh, fine! I can accept that as simply more pathetic Man-Spawn illogical behaviour, but, but why have you approached so many of the married women! If you truly have only ever intended to gather a handful of lovers, then why were they the ones you chose! Why have you betrayed your friends, the people you fought beside for so many years!?”
“Ah…”
Wincing, Robin finally found he couldn’t meet her gaze. It was a fair question and one he’d rarely examined himself. This time, there was nothing noble about his answer.
“Honestly. It was mostly pure opportunism. It’s just the way things worked out, I never intended it to go anything like that.”
The words sounded weak, even to his ears.
“When I started, I didn’t have a strategy of what I was going to do, I’d barely even accepted that I needed to do it, it was almost overwhelming just thinking about it. And then, Lissa was the first, after Emmeryn’s memorial, before Lon’qu returned, as I told you… And, well, I’m sure you’ve guessed most of the history between me and her over the years,” they’d never discussed it, but he doubted his multiple liaisons with the younger Princess had slipped the Taguel’s perception, “It was just the same as then. She was the one that brought me back to her room, she was the one who kissed me, all I did was convince her to make it more than just another night of comfort between us. Of course I planned for it, but, it was just a quirk of fate really, that everything happened, right when that day was coming up- I knew I needed to find another lover, and I knew that, on that day, she’d want me.
“Olivia, like I said, it was a complete co-incidence running into her that night. I knew I had to help her regardless, I couldn’t leave her like she was, so then… I gave her the opportunity, and in the end, she was the one who approached me. Miriel was the same, I never set out to seduce her, I never even mentioned anything to her, I did give Henry a suggestion, but that’s all, she came to me after an agreement with him, and it was something he wanted. I haven’t been specifically aiming for the married Shepherds, I definitely don’t want to do that and there’s no reason for me to do so, it’s just… How things have happened.”
He’d already explained the situations for Gregor, Lon’qu and Henry, she understood that while Robin was the one who’d taken advantage of the situation, he’d only acted on discord that was already there, he hadn’t sown any seeds of discomfort himself. The women held some fault for the choices they’d made with him and, equally, the men weren’t entirely blameless in how they’d treated their wives.
“Does Chrom know about this? I understood that the two of you shared everything together.”
That was how it should be, how it was meant to be. He loved Chrom, he trusted the man and would follow him to the Abyss itself, but, “I haven’t even told him I’ve been sleeping with his daughter yet. I really don’t think it’d be wise to mention I’m having sex with his sister in the same conversation.” There was only so much a man could take.
Her façade cracked slightly at his flippant reply and then a small hesitation spread out between them, as they both realised that, with that, he’d now answered the last of her questions; finally, everything Robin had come to share had been laid out between them. Rising to her feet, Panne was the first to speak.
“I see. Then, I’m glad, Robin, that you came today to explain all this. As I said before, it’s quite a story, nothing at all like what I expected to hear from you… It’s, it’s difficult to even imagine how I should respond.”
At the very least, they both knew there was no way she wouldn’t be able to recognise if he’d lied to her, by facing her like this, by baring himself openly, she was forced to accept that everything he’d said was true- or at least, that he believed it was so.
Returning to the kitchen for a moment, with slightly jerky movements, Panne quickly loaded up another bowl of miscellaneous vegetables and sat it down in-front of him, “Please, stay a little longer… I just… I just need a moment, to think.”
And so, without another word, or even so much as giving him a chance to reply, she turned and left the room, disappearing quickly out of sight down the winding tunnels spread out around him. Listening, right on the edges of his draconically sharp hearing, Robin could faintly make out the sounds of Panne’s soft feet pacing restlessly in the distance, but beyond that, he was given no course but to sit patiently, and wait.
Without any indicators of the passage of time, and with his nerves beyond frayed from everything that had already passed between them -let alone his unease at speaking aloud everything he’d thought, felt and done, for the first time- it was impossible for Robin to know how long he sat there, quietly munching on carrots or cucumbers. He knew it was probably no longer than ten minutes, but it felt like a slow eternity.
But finally, with a slightly softer look on her face and an almost nervous hitch in her step, his Taguel host returned.
“I’ll keep your silence.” She spoke clearly, without preamble.
“W-Wha? Ah, I mean, thank you.”
“And, an-and, I’ll… I’ll…” turning aside from his gaze, she looked away, her voice dropping quietly, “I’ll accept that you’re him, Robin, the same man I knew.”
He couldn’t reply, so with her voice hitching as she clenched her fist to her chest, Panne continued.
“I understood that you were just acting with me yesterday, that you were trying to make me angry with you, trying to make me hate you… Hhaa, when I calmed down, that thought actually comforted me a little, it made me happy, that you wanted to protect my love for Kellam, just the same as me.
“What you’ve done, what you still plan on doing… It’s awful. No matter the circumstances, it’s despicable to treat your companions so callously… However… After, after hearing your story, I believe that it’s also understandable, I can’t help but sympathise a little, the pressures of instinct are an inevitability, not something that any man can simply ignore. S-So, so, even if I detest what you’ve done, I’ll accept what you need to do, and I’ll accept that you’re still the same man I knew. You’re still my friend, Robin.”
Overwhelmed by her straightforward sincerity, he found his eyes suddenly pricked hot with tears, yet even as his vision blurred, the Grandmaster couldn’t tear himself away from the sight of the nerveless, anxious, bunny woman standing before him, “Panne…”
She gave a short, halting laugh, as her words continued hesitantly, “You know, yesterday and until you came to see me- as much as I thought about you, and everything I’d learned, I thought twice as much about what you said to me. It was, even if I couldn’t accept it, everything you guessed about me was correct… That I knew I needed to find a lover, that I’d been putting it off for so many years, that I was keeping myself apart from everyone else because of my fear of giving up Kellam’s sole place in my heart. I couldn’t deny a word of it. I need to raise another generation of the Taguel, and you… just like you said, you would be well suited to it, both for your strength and the secrecy you promised me… And yet, even so, I couldn’t bear to let you touch me. Hhaa, I was too shocked! It surprised me, I guess, I was even more sentimental than I thought?”
It had certainly taken him by surprise too, he’d been sure at the time, after everything he’d said and everything he’d offered her that Panne would accept him. Still, Robin kept his silence. Panne was a taciturn woman at the best of times, for her to speak this much just showed up much she must have weighing down her heart.
“I-I meant it when I said I was glad to see you earlier… It meant a lot that you came to explain yourself, I’d been hoping that you would. Because…” seizing up for a moment, her fists clenched and unclenched at her side, but slowly the words came free, “B-Because, some part of me wished that you did have an explanation… That, that you could somehow have an excuse for everything you’d done, something that could redeem you to me. Because we’ve been friends for so long… And, and also… So… So I could accept your offer.”
Her last words came out barely above a whisper, and, if not for the encompassing silence of the room, as well as the painful red blush spread across the Taguel’s cheeks, Robin was sure he would have misheard her. Instead, he could only stare back, open mouthed in shock.
“Today’s a fertile day! S-So, if you’re, if you’re still interested in possessing me, then come!”
Flicking around on her heel, Panne twisted on the spot and hurriedly made her escape from the room, walking away on shaking legs and out into one of the many hallways beyond.
Swallowing heavily, Robin gave a quick, surprised laugh. After spending the entire previous night and most of this day dreading what was to come, the most he’d allowed himself to even dream to hope for was that Panne would keep her silence, possibly with some condition or another! He’d long since given up hope that his argument from the previous day had held weight with her!
Shaking his head, he gave a wry laugh as he followed after her. It seemed, once again, he’d failed to properly predict the Taguel woman he’d known for so long.
The path’s through the warren were twisting and confusing, on his own he would surely have gotten lost; however, he could see that Panne had lit up a section of lights into the depths as she’d passed. So, with the ice around his heart finally melting and his chest pounding in excitement, Robin eagerly sought after his woman.
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Following the lights, he eventually arrived at a rather tidy bedroom, although, as he noticed from the bare décor and empty wardrobe, it was not the master bedroom. There was no sight of Panne when he walked in, but the light coming from the adjacent room as well as the sounds of water splashing around left no particular mystery as to where she was.
Shutting the hallway door behind him and seating himself on the available bed, Robin weighed up the decision to strip off and join her in the bath… It was a tempting prospect but, given how tentative things were between them right now, he quickly thought better of it, ‘Most likely, she wants a little longer to prepare herself.’
Without anything else to focus on aside from the sounds of the naked Taguel washing readying herself barely a few meters away and his own resultant excitement about that thought, it was a rather awkward wait over the next ten minutes, before Panne finally arrived, wrapped up only in a thick white towel and blushing a deep scarlet as she directed him into the bathroom in turn.
‘This feels a little impersonal…’ Robin thought to himself a minute later, standing alone once more as he dropped his clothes to the tiled floor and lowered himself -only mildly begrudgingly- into the (thankfully) hot water she’d left for him, ‘It reminds me a little of Miriel.’
He knew he shouldn’t complain but, all the same, he came to a firm very conclusion that he much preferred heated romance and seduction to start an encounter, rather than a professional and dispassionate agreement.
‘Still,’ he consoled himself, taking a few minutes to clean away any sweat or dust that had accumulated from the night spent in his office, ‘It’s exciting in its own way, all the same.’
Just the thought of Panne waiting naked for him in the next room was enough to set the crackling embers of his instincts ablaze. For as long as he’d known her, she’d always been stoic to the point of being almost cold, he’d never seen this side of her before and he couldn’t help but find himself rather charmed by it! “Ahhhm.” The bath was a stonework pool built into the ground more than big enough for him to stretch out leisurely, the water was enjoyably warm and he was soon feeling clean once again, at any other time he was sure it would be extremely relaxing.
But, right now, with his cock pulsing rock hard between his legs and his desire swirling hot within him, it was all he could do to not to count down the seconds before he’d judged he’d given her enough time to get ready.
‘Alright!’
Pulling himself out and back to his feet with a broad grin, Robin paused for only a second, covering his body with a thin strip of wind magic and using a simple cantrip he’d modified from Miriel’s book to blow away any remaining water, completely ignoring the towel she’d left for him and striding confidently back to the bedroom and, finally, to his awaiting Taguel.
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“A-Ah!”
Panne let out a soft cry when she saw him, looking up from where she was propped up against the wall, already inside the bed and wrapped up in thin bedsheets. Her eyes travelled up and down, drinking in the full sight of his body and Robin couldn’t help but enjoy the sight of her surprise; she was looking, for the first time since he’d ever known her, nervous and soft enough to seem almost vulnerable.
“Like what you see?” He teased, climbing onto the bed and closing the distance between them.
“N-No! I mean, it doesn’t matter if I do or, or,” stammering, red faced, she dropped her gaze, clutching the sheets tight between her fingers, “I was, I was simply a little taken aback.”
“Oh?”
Her eyes flicked across his body once more and she suddenly wore a rather defiant expression, “That must be about the average size for a Man-Spawn then? I was just thinking that Kellam… Kellam was obviously much bigger.”
“Is that so?” he answered with a wry grin. As straight-forward as she was, Panne wasn’t a good liar at the best of times and, as flustered as she was, he couldn’t find even a drop of sincerity in that comment. Still, his ego blistered slightly at her jab and, for a moment, he was taken with a desire to make her admit the truth, a desire he quickly stifled; for now, he needed to go at her own pace. If nothing else, he could at least admire her tenacity to put up such a bold front, “Well, there’s no helping that.”
Crawling across the bed, Robin took her hands in his and gently peeled the sheets back from her body, taking a moment to appreciate her naked form finally revealed to him. Her breasts were on the smaller side, perhaps only a little larger than Lucina’s and her athletic figure was impressively toned, without a single trace of fat to be seen, yet, even so, lying under him like this, she still appeared surprisingly soft and, as he wrapped his arms around her, easing her down to the mattress under him, her skin felt smooth and supple to the touch, in a way that wouldn’t lose even to Olivia’s professionally maintained complexion.
“Mmm.”
Humming in quiet appreciation as he watched her staring silently back up at him, with her face burning red and her long ears twitching in place he didn’t have any trouble guessing what must be running through her head right now. Panne wasn’t a woman to second guess herself, she’d already made up her mind that she wanted this, that she wanted him… all that was left was one last hesitation about how she would accept him- this was just an agreement after all, wasn’t it?
“Panne, relax,” Robin whispered softly, taking the lead for her and making the choice for her as he closed the gap between them, pulling her close and pressing his lips against hers, opening her mouth just slightly with his own, “I know what you’re worried about, I feel just the same, remember? I’m on your side. So, just, relax…”
Pulling her tighter against him, he punctuated the statement with another kiss, longer and deeper this time. And, “Mha-hmmm...” After a moment, the last remaining tension slipped from Panne’s body as she accepted him, opening her mouth against the gentle pressure of his tongue and wrapping her arms around his back as she leant into his embrace.
Moving slowly at first, but then more confident by the minute, as if remembering the steps to an almost forgotten dance, Panne’s tongue danced against his and she moaned softly into his mouth, sliding her hands across his bare skin, thoroughly reacquainting herself with the feeling of a man’s firm muscles under her fingers. Matching her pace with his own, Robin broke away from their kiss, trailing his lips instead along the underside of her jawline, and down the crest of her neck, smiling at the novel feeling of her soft fur brushing against his face as she shuddered under him.
His shaft was lying thick and hard against, pressed flat across her entrance. He could directly feel the heat of her body, as well as the gently building arousal forming between her legs, but he made no effort to escalate their embrace, contenting himself for now with the soft moans and sharp breaths falling from her lips as his length rocked back and forth across her pussy, grinding lightly against her lips in just the same rhythm his mouth kissed along her neckline.
Winding his hands from around her back and releasing her fully under him, into the mattress, Robin was struck by a sudden curiosity and, while leaning back slightly to observe her reaction, he reached out with both hands, taking gentle hold of her long fuzzy ears and stroking them between his fingers, ‘Oooh!’ a very unique feeling! They were velvety smooth, soft and fluffy even beyond what he’d even imagined. Caught up in the sensation, he rolled his hands back and forth, all the way up and down their length.
“Hh-haaa,” arching back slightly, Panne leaked out a low sigh as he did so, “What is it about my ears that, hha, that interests you Man-Spawn so much?”
He almost laughed, it seemed Kellam must have done just the same thing some time long ago.
Still, while she clearly found his caresses pleasurable, it didn’t arouse her in the same way it had for Nowi. Refocussing himself, he shifted his posture once more, leaning over and wrapping his left arm around her back, holding her tight and drawing her lips back towards his in a heated kiss as he shifted his right hand lower, cupping her breast between his fingers and gently kneading it against his palm. Pressing down firmer around the moderately sized mound, he dragged his thumb across the hard nub of her nipple,
“MmMMa!”
A sudden tremor ran down her body in reply and Panne’s fingers suddenly dug into his shoulders in a momentary shock. Breaking their kiss for a moment with a short growl, it was her who returned to him this time, crashing her lips back hungrily against his and pushing her chest firmly into his hand. Rolling her hips over, her lower body also began responding to his movements, matching his timing and sliding her pussy warm against his cock as her legs squeezed tight around him, locking him into an exquisite hold.
Grinding their bodies together like this, their kisses deepened even further and the tension between them rose quickly- Robin began moving his touch from one breast to the other, gently squeezing her nipples between his thumb and forefinger each time he changed. Panne shifted her hands both to his waist, pressing his hips firmly against hers as she moved her waist against his, pushing hard up and down along his shaft. Her body shuddered again and again under him, her skin growing hotter and heart pounding louder with each passing minute. He answered with low, pleased gasps, his cock pulsing with delight, right up to her stomach.
And then, just as Robin was about to escalate things further,
“E-Enough! Enough!”
Panne suddenly broke away instead, sharply repeating the command with a breathless insistence as she moved her hands around to his chest, firmly pushing the bewildered Tactician off her.
“Eh?”
“Enough of this!” she repeated, levelling him with a look that wasn’t quite a glare, “You’re wasting time. I’m not some newlywed wife, wanting to be pampered. We’re here for a reason, no more playing around.”
Without even waiting for a response, Panne slid out from under him, turning around on the spot and raising herself up onto her hands and knees, her little fluffy tail bouncing enticingly in the air as she pushed her hips out towards him.
‘Hah, obstinate to the end, eh?’ Robin grinned, once again finding himself charmed by her demeanour. In truth he’d wanted to take his time and to thoroughly break down any barriers between them, just as he had with Miriel. Ultimately however, the Taguel was very different to the scientist, and he knew better than to try treat them the same. Even if he knew she was really just rushing things to try cover up her embarrassment at being so obviously pleasured, for someone as headstrong as Panne, until she was used to him, he reasoned it would be best to simply follow her lead and worry about everything else later.
Settling himself in position behind her, he took a moment to admire the thin sheen of juices coating the usually stoic woman’s thighs, ‘Well, it’s not as if I have any complaints.’ He doubted there was a man alive who’d be unhappy at an invitation like what she’d just offered him!
Laying his hands around her hips as he lined himself up, Robin wasted no time in rocking his hips forward, spreading her pussy lips wide around his cockhead and slowly pushing inside, “O-Oohh!” he gasped in delighted surprise, he was sinking in far easier than he’d anticipated! With her incredibly toned body and having not had a lover for years, Panne was just as incredibly tight as he’d expected but, even so, her walls still opened up around him with just the slightest pressure- exactly the same as it had been with Nowi.
Easing the first few inches of his shaft into the Taguel, he couldn’t help but marvel at the unexpected comparison; her pussy didn’t have the same pulsing heat as the Manakete’s, but instead her walls were constricted tight around him with an almost delightful springiness, she felt soft and supple in ways he lacked the words to properly explain. He could only imagine it must be due to how adaptive their bodies were for their transformations, because just the same as how Nowi’s smaller body was able to somehow accept his entire length, Panne’s neglected pussy opened up eagerly around his thick rod.
“Kgh-hhaa!” of course, that was only her physical acceptance, he was still spreading her lips wider than ever before, “Ghh, haa! HaAAAH!”
Panting and moaning, the Taguel’s fingers clawed at the bedcovers, her head shaking back and forth and her body trembling more with each further inch he sank into her.
“Oh? What’s with this reaction? You’re breathing so hard!” Robin teased, running his hands lightly across her flank, “But, I thought you said Kellam was so much bigger than me?”
He knew he shouldn’t have said anything but watching her like this, he couldn’t help himself. Every man had his pride.
“Tha-That’s only because… Because it’s been so long!”
Of course, trying to deny his words, Panne then tried to forcefully supress her moans. Unfortunately, that only made her gasp even harder a few moments later as he filled her ever further, easily stretching the back walls of her pussy even deeper.
“And… And maybe…” with her hands clinging tight enough to the bedcovers to turn her knuckles white, her voice dropped to almost a whisper, “Maybe you’re… Just a little thicker…”
Robin smirked. He knew he should feel bad, she didn’t deserve that and he’d rather her not thinking about any other man but him anyway. But, even despite that, there was no way he couldn’t feel a rush of excitement, just from having wrung that small concession from her.
It was a funny thought really, as far back as he could recall, he’d never had anyone to compare himself to in that regard and he’d never had any reason to consider himself well endowed. But, now, this was the fourth wife in a row that had all but admitted he was significantly larger than her husband. Even though it was an achievement he’d done absolutely nothing to earn and had no reason to take pride in, he still felt his ego swelling at the idea. Although, he did wonder, and not for the first time, if it might have something to do with his heritage- he was born solely to be Grima’s vessel in this world after all and after everything he’d experienced so far, it wasn’t as if he needed any more evidence that the dead Dragon’s lineage had messed around with his biology in all sorts of ways.
Of course, now wasn’t the time to worry about such things and, “Ahh-hhaa, that feels good!” as he smoothly pushed the last of his length into the squirming Taguel, stretching out her walls across the full length of his cock, there was no way he could even attempt to focus on anything else.
“GhHa-HHAA!” trembling lightly in place and throwing her head back with a deep moan as she felt him sheathed entirely within her -stretching her walls wide around his shaft, almost unbelievably deep inside her-, it was clear that Panne had only just barely managed to claw herself back from collapsing into an orgasm through sheer force of will, “Ye-Yes, it’s, it’s not bad.”
“I’m going to start moving then?”
“Of, of course. Go ahead.”
Unfortunately, that sheer force of will didn’t last much longer. Acting on her permission, after dragging his cock almost back to her entrance, Robin hilted himself smoothly within her once more, and this time she couldn’t even resist as her world frantically exploded into white light, “HuuAhhhAHHHNNGGG!”
The feeling of her entire tunnel suddenly clinging even tighter around him, pulsing and coiling across his entire length with the same soft-springiness, was an almost irresistible pleasure, and without even meaning to, Robin quickly found himself crying out in response to her moans, “Ghh-hhaaaaa!” shifting his hands to take hold of her ass, he gave her no time to recover, instantly repeating the same slow, deep thrust, savouring every millimetre of the Taguel’s warm pussy.
Moving his right hand across to stroke the fuzzy fur of her tail as he built himself up to a slow rhythm, Robin was rewarded with the sight of Panne suddenly letting out a lusty yelp, her body suddenly jolting and her voice raising another octave with each of his thrusts.
He continued on like that, stroking her tail gently while he maintained a steady pace, dragging his length almost completely out of her pussy before rolling his hips forward and stretching himself right to her furthest depths once more. He wasn’t slow and loving, he knew she wouldn’t want that, but neither was he hard and rough- even if he could recognise the mess of emotions she must be feeling to finally accept him like this, he couldn’t truly understand them, he wanted her to trust him. His instincts crackled softly in the depths of his soul, but with all the women he’d taken already, they were easily sated with just this much. Everything else could come later.
“You feel incredible, Panne,” He assured her, praising her periodically as he felt a familiar tension quickly building within him once more. Lucina had done a thorough job of milking him earlier, but after having spent the previous night alone and given the feelings of pleasure coiling hot around his shaft, his libido had easily recovered, “It’s so tight, and wet, nhgaaa!”
For her part, Panne had largely didn’t answer. Her moans rose and fell each time her pussy clenched tighter around him and she crashed through another dizzying peak, but aside from that she seemed too self-conscious to say anything more.
“Ahuu, that’s good! Ye-Yeah, when you squeeze me just like that!”
Still, despite her silence, he could feel her body tremble happily around him each time he spoke and, given her nature, he doubted she was used to receiving compliments normally, so he continued giving her gentle affection as their bodies continued to come together.
Slowly the tempo between them raised, with her moans echoing loud around the room while his comments came between gasped breaths and, soon enough, Robin found the pressure within him swelling to the limits of what he could hold back.
“Gods, I-hha, I really, I can’t hold back much longer.”
“O-OH! It’s, it’s getting even bigger!?” Panne spoke finally, the arms holding her up shaking as much as her voice. It took several loud moans before she managed to say anything more, “Ro-Robin, it’s…it feels, feels amazing, ghha, for me too. S-So! So, don’t hold back! Inside, do it inside me! I’ll, uhgHHAA, I’ll proudly raise your children!”
“Ah-”
Sweet merciful Naga!
Robin’s body jolted bolt upright at that. The way she’d said it, the shock of hearing her admitting her pleasure and then in the same breath, ordering him to cum, to impregnate her, struck him somewhere deep within his psyche, hitting desires he hadn’t even known he’d held! And suddenly, before he could even think to stop it, the last of his restraints were blown away.
“-HhuuAAAAAAHHNG!”
Throwing his head back with a sudden cry, his fingers tugged hard on her bouncing tail and his hips rocketed forward, hilting himself desperately within her, his vision flashing white as his release crashed violently through him.
The pleasure was incredible, his cock was twitching and pulsing within her, spreading her walls wider than ever around him and yet, even as they yielded to him, they still coiled just as tight and just as wet across every inch of his length. Sheathed completely within her, scraping maddeningly against her furthest depths, he suddenly, finally, exploded, unloading blast after blast of hot, thick cum directly into the Taguel’s most sensitive areas, flooding her pussy and filling her womb within moments.
“HnnAHHH!”
“AuHHH! Y-Yes! RobiNNNGHHAAA!”
Losing control completely, Robin’s left hand dug hard into her ass and his body arched backwards, jolting his length hard inside her, even as his release surged through them. Equally, with her mind exploding with a dizzying spike of pleasure, Panne’s arms finally collapsed under her, and she fell face first down into the mattress, screaming aloud as she crashed headlong through peak after peak.
“Ghhaaa…”
“Uhga...hhaa…hhaaa.”
Eventually with her mind lost in white fog, Panne slumped forwards completely and she slipped from his shaft, losing the strength from her legs and falling completely onto the bed. Following her, with the blissful pressure around his length removed, Robin breathed out a deep, very satisfied sigh, smiling brightly as he dropped down beside her.
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“Mmhhaaa… That… That feels good…”
He didn’t bother trying to guess how much time had passed with the two of them curled up against each other, savouring the aftershocks of bliss, Panne’s eyes remained closed but she was humming lightly in response as his fingers played teasingly across her flushed skin.
“So…” Robin teased, drawing out the words as he rolled atop her, balancing his weight on his elbows as he gently eased her legs further apart, “Ready for round two?”
Her eyes finally flicked open, and her mouth pursed into a circle in surprise, “H-Huh?”
“Surely you can’t expect to get pregnant from just one round, can you?”
“Tha-Ahh, ohhaaAh! R-Robin, wai-, I’m hhaa, I’m, I’m still very sensitIIIIIIIAAAH!”
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“Ohhaaa…” Robin sighed in contentment, several hours later, rolling off the collapsed Taguel and flopping down beside her, pulling her gently into his arms, “That… Was, good.”
In the end, they’d gone at it a further five times before Panne had finally been worn out. Considering how long it had been since Valm, he was impressed at just how long she’d lasted, a Taguel’s stamina certainly wasn’t to be under-estimated. In-fact, if he hadn’t been prepared from the time he’d spent playing with Nowi with her own incredible vitality, it wouldn’t have been surprising if he’d given out at the same time she had. As it was, while satisfied, he was merely tired. His energy had seemed almost unbelievable ever since he’d returned to life, but recently it seemed that, although it wasn’t a big change, the time he’d spent with the Manakete had reacted with him in ways even the other girls hadn’t. Let alone that strange dream-memory he’d had afterwards…
It was something he needed to think about.
“Ah…”
But, now wasn’t the time.
“Sorry Panne.”
He whispered an almost silent apology to the slumbering Rabbitwoman, a small spike of guilt settling into his stomach when he saw the equally contented look on her face, as well as the way her hands were laying flat across her stomach.
Everything he’d said to her was the truth, or at least, it had been what he’d believed to be true, there was no doubt about that. However, mostly for the sake of protecting the other women’s private secrets, he’d also made several small omissions… One of them being about the contraceptive hex Tharja had taught him.
Given that there hadn’t been any announcements of pregnancy throughout the group, she must have guessed that they’d used some form of protection and obviously, the assumption would have been that the other female Shepherds had looked after that, it was typically a woman’s domain to manage after all, not something men were typically welcome to meddle with. It was a small thing to overlook, but it was still careless of her- given the stakes and everything he’d risked, there was no way he could possibly let himself trust something that crucial to anyone else.
‘I will give you the children you need,’ he promised solemnly, making the same vow he’d offered Tharja, ‘But, Lucina has to have the first right of refusal. Until she knows the truth, I can’t have children with anyone else. No matter what I’ve done, or how I’ve wronged her, I have to give her that choice. Morgan will always be my first child, I won’t take that away from her, from either of them. It will be her choice to accept it, or not, when she knows…’
No matter what terrible things he’d done, or how badly he’d betrayed the woman he loved, he still had some scraps of morality. He wouldn’t have a child with anyone else behind his back. If he had a child beyond Morgan, it would be either with Lucina’s permission, or after she’d thrown him away.
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At The Same Time – Far From The Ylissean Coast
Standing at the head of a magnificent ship, a lone woman was staring silently at the endless blue stretching out before her.
Her perfectly maintained, midnight-black hair cascaded down to the small of her back, shining bright in the warm sunlight and framing the porcelain white skin of her face in an almost picturesque beauty. She cast a light figure, her silhouette trim enough to seem almost slight- yet, despite this, she was wrapped up from head to toe in multiple layers of ornate, silken robes coloured with such deep reds and dazzling golds that she radiated a presence of authority far beyond her stature, enough to instantly capture the eyes of any onlookers.
Neither the thick silks she wore, nor the modest design of the clothes did anything to hide her breathtakingly large breasts, pushing prominently against the rich fabrics, twining with her unmistakably regal appearance and giving her a look of calm, yet potent femininity.
Her expression was, as always, guardedly neutral, not giving off even the barest hint of her thoughts- but, even so, her heart continued to stir uneasily. Looking out at the horizon, it was as if all that existed was an infinite blue ocean, but the currents would be favourable for days and the magic winds empowering their sails were cast by their most skilled mages, it would not be long now before their destination came into sight.
“My Lady Empress,” A soft voice interrupted her thoughts and another woman suddenly appeared at her side, seemingly stepping out of the non-existent shadows, as if in complete defiance to the midday sun. Bent down to her knee, she kept her eyes lowered respectfully towards the wooden deck, “Forgive me, but I must ask again… Are you certain this is what you want? You needn’t go through with this, no-one can possibly expect you to.”
She was hardly in the mood for conversation, if it had been anyone else that had approached her, she wouldn’t have answered but, of all her retainers, this was one of the few she couldn’t ignore; even aside from the name she wore, she was as close a friend as someone in her position could claim. This woman knew why she was troubled, she knew the true reason for the journey.
“You worry needlessly, Kagerou. I made a promise and now I intend to fulfil it, ‘tis as simple as that.”
Keeping her eyes downcast, the ninja accepted her words without further argument. But, perhaps as a sign of her own heart’s discord, she remained at her side, perfectly visible in a small, silent show of support for the entire time the woman spent gazing out into the distance.
And so, the boat sailed on and things began to change once again.
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A/N: Phew, there we go! And now the wheels are in motion for the next major event to come along! Can you guess what’s going to happen from here? It shouldn’t be anything too crazy, but it’s something I’ve been looking forward to for quite some time, so it’s good to get it down.
I don’t usually do this and I feel silly for doing so, but just so I don’t get accused of ret-conning things later, yes, Severa has zero experience, that was discussed in the chapter with her and Noire. That’s the joke, Morgan is going to her for advice regardless, because she seems like she would know, and Severa’s improvising! I’ve got some fun scenes for that later on that I’d like to use, but we’ll see, a matter of fitting them in.
I know some of you don’t like that Robin is hiding this from Lucina. That’s fine, it’s completely alright to think he’s an idiot for doing so (Panne says as much when he explains his logic here), but I hope that this chapter at least makes things a little more clear as to why he’s doing it and what he’s hoping to achieve here.
Similarly, I know some people found Robin’s plan with Panne in the previous chapter a little reckless and I can understand that, hopefully you feel a little more on track with things in this chapter. The last chapter was effectively about him gambling heavily on the part of Panne that didn’t want to replace Kellam in her heart, he was TRYING to antagonise her- she recognises that herself in their conversation, because he wanted her to accept him as a lover without any specific emotions attached, he thought that was the only way he could win her over because otherwise she’d be too scared to commit.
Obviously, it didn’t work out. So, with his back to the wall, he was forced to come completely clean this time around.
But, what’s important (to me at least), is that it’s not as simple as just telling the truth. All that did was get her some understanding and some sympathy, the important point was the logical arguments he made in the previous chapter, she had to have a reason to want to sleep with him. This worked for her because she didn’t like what he was doing, she hated it and thought he was a fool for how he was going about doing it, she’s angry at him, so she’s not worried about mixing up her emotions and falling in love with him.
Anyhow, that’s enough rambling! Hopefully you liked this one, I’ve got something fun planned for next time, so it might be a small break and then back to ACoT. Look forward to it!
BigBossOfMoss: Glad you're enjoying it and damn man, hope you were okay through that hurricane. I'm planning all sorts of fun things with Tiki, and some very important flashbacks... But nope sorry, I'm not going to go back to the time with Marth and Gharnef. It would be fun to do so, but it's a little too far away from the direction of this story, sorry!
Slixer: Haha, I agree! Lissa/Tharja/Robin is one of those things that's kind'a grown on me the more I've written it. Still, I want her to branch out a bit more, so you can expect Lissa/Olivia and Tharja/Nowi to show up very soon, hopefully.
Yama: Haha, well your hunch was correct after all, still, he did have to work quite hard to get Panne onside, so that's alright I think. And yup, the idea of Noire and Tharja both wanting Robin is just too delicious for me to not want to get into!
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