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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 New Dynamic
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Authors Note: Ahhhh! It’s finally, finally, finally done! Goddamn, this one took ages. A ridiculous combination of just being too goddamn long (33k words this time), having a lot of finnicky scenes and just way too much real-life issues to deal with. Having to take whole weeks off to organise yourself a place to live just absolutely messes up any kind’a writing rhythm.
Anyhow, I don’t wanna write too much here this time, so I’ll just mention, to clarify in-case anyone’s confused (since some people send me comments/questions/suggestions along these lines): There’s no Mind Control, influence or any kind of passive domination going on with any of the women in this story, AT ALL. The Dragon effects shown in previous chapters ONLY affect Manakete’s, and even that’s only under a very specific condition (will be discussed later, re: Tiki). So, for anyone like Lucina, Tharja, Lissa, Olivia and the rest, their feelings are completely natural. Just comes back to what I’ve talked about before, the goal/concept of this story is about Robin manipulating those around him, sometimes not quite to the conclusion he expects. Throwing in mind-control makes it less manipulation and just hypnosis.
Also, there’s a little more NTR type theming this time, mostly just due to the characters involved. So sorry if that’s not your bag. It’ll be much less prevalent in the next few upcoming chapters, since I’ll (finally) be focussing back on the unmarried Shepherds. Anyhow, feedback around these elements is always welcome/wanted. So, if you like it, hate it, or wish it was different, throw me a comment one way or another, this is something I’m trying to be somewhat flexible on.
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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, Nowi and most recently Panne.
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In time, such things would become normal, even expected, for all of us. But, from what Nowi told me, that first time was something special. If… If only I had been…
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Walking from the changing room into the Palace Baths, feeling the warm heat and humidity wrapping around them like a cloak, both bluenette princesses (mother and daughter), breathed out a decadent sigh.
It was one of the many everyday luxuries associated with life in the palace. All their individual suites came with personal baths, but in terms of size, scale and accommodation, there was nothing that quite matched the royal baths, open to all members of the royal family and their retainers. Of course, seeing as the royal family was a lot smaller than it used to be, it tended to go un-used most of the time, but, thanks to the water and heating both being controlled by simple, stored magic spells, that only made it easier for them to have the whole place to themselves.
Ostensibly, they were here to clean themselves up and have a thorough soak before dinner, specifically before, what was potentially a rather important dinner for (great) Auntie Lissa but really, they both knew the reason they were here was because they’d both been so busy lately and this was a perfect chance to simply spend some time together, relaxing in each other’s company.
Humming to herself, Lucina went ahead, opening up some of the cupboards around the room, turning up the heating spells and pulling out a selection of oils and soaps.
Meanwhile, suddenly feeling trapped on the spot by the reflection she could see in the half-fogged mirrors around her, Morgan pulled her towel tighter around her body and shuffled uncomfortably in place. Having grown up with a much happier childhood than the other future children, Morgan was a creature of comforts, she loved spending time with her mother and she loved lounging around in the bath, something like this must have seemed perfect for her, no doubt that was why Lucina had invited her in the first place. And yet, as her mother busied herself spreading the fragrant mixtures through the water, the younger tactician could only watch from the corner of her eyes, clenching her arms tighter around herself as she walked slowly into the room. Despite everything, she wished she’d been able to bring herself to find an excuse to have avoided this. Morgan didn’t like bathing with Lucina. Or with anyone, really.
Looking away from the former Exalt, her eyes shifted back to the mirrors surrounding them and her frown deepened… Just the same as it always did when she saw her body reflected back at her, or when she was forced to show herself off without being able to hide away in the comfort of her thick and proper Tactician’s robes.
“Morgan?” looking back from her task, Lucina caught the look on her daughter’s face before she could hide it, “What’s wrong?”
“Ah, no, er- Mother…”
Her attempt to fake a smile and play it off only intensified Lucina’s concern and suddenly she was brought up short, pinned in place by her mother’s serious, worried gaze. Her heart skipped a beat and, after a moment of guilt, she decided to come clean about what was on her mind. In reality, while impromptu, this was actually what she wanted, she’d been wanting to confide in someone about this for some time now. Even so, she dithered another moment… Unfortunately, that didn’t make it any easier to begin…
“I was just thinking, ah, y’know… Ha-haha, hey, Mum, do you, er, do you think guys like big breasts?”
She was an Exalt’s daughter and a Tactician’s child, she felt almost ridiculous worrying about something like this but all the same, she’d found herself worrying about all kinds of things lately, and ever since she’d read that book in her father’s office, she’d been more aware of herself than ever before. It was a troubling development and one that she’d been somewhat lost as to how to deal with. Perhaps, she wondered, that was why she’d accepted this invitation in the first place, as a chance to confide with someone she could trust?
“O-Oh, ah, huh?” Lucina blinked, clearly not having expected that question at all, “Well, I suppose I don’t really know. I’ve never given much thought to that kind of thing. I have heard Severa complaining that hers weren’t bigger several times in the past though, particularly when we were with Noire or Cynthia.”
The tactician snorted a half-laugh at that image, picturing the Red-head’s jealous/angry face was a very easy task, “Well, knowing her, she’d probably complain just as much if they were bigger too.”
“I’m sorry Morgan, I’m probably not the best person to ask about this sort of thing. I don’t know much about men, or romance, or, or anything else really. For the longest time, the only thing I could ever concern myself with was saving my world, I never allowed myself time to worry about anything else, or, about what would happen after that- in some ways, I feel as if I’m still catching up to this day… I… I do think though, that if a man wasn’t happy with my body, as it was, then I wouldn’t want to be with him anyway.”
“You’re really lucky though, never having to worry about something like that; Father must obviously prefer small breasts, because he’s crazy about you!”
“Th-They’re not that small!” Lucina puffed up indignantly, her modest chest bouncing just a little at the movement. It was true too, in a sense, despite being among the smallest of the female Shepherds, she had gone up a few cup-sizes ever since coming to the past.
Shaking her head in self-pity, Morgan breathed out a frustrated sigh, her own assets shaking considerably at the motion. Being currently wrapped up only in a thin towel, the difference between mother and daughter was shown in a stark contrast; despite being evidently several younger than Lucina, Morgan stood only a few centimetres shorter than her and her body seemed in almost all senses, much more developed.
Compared to the former Exalt’s modest bust, Morgan’s breasts stood out large and full, hanging unbound free in the bathroom, they were only barely constrained by the limits of the towel’s length. When not hidden away behind her bulky robe, it was clear the younger Tactician’s impressive chest was among the largest in their group, standing on equal ground with Sumia, Cynthia or Noire, and only visibly losing out to the likes of Tiki and Tharja. And even beyond that, despite having the same toned, athletic stomach as her mother, one devoid of any traces of fat, Morgan’s hips curved out noticeably wider, giving her a surprisingly gentle looking hourglass figure rather than Lucina’s slightly sharper silhouette, which was softened only by her deliciously round ass.
Looking down at herself, the tactician’s bitter frown returned, “You’re so slender Mother, so slim and beautiful! I-I think about it anytime I compare us, it’s no wonder Father likes you so much, you’re like the ideal beauty. I just… I wish I looked more like you…”
Lucina blinked, taken aback by Morgan’s odd phrasing. It wasn’t that she was unaccustomed to being complimented, Robin had told her countless times how beautiful he found her, often talking at length about how she enticed him and how he desired her, until she was red in the face and unable to stand listening anymore, instead she was simply surprised by the very idea of another woman being jealous of her. Her fiancé’s comments were one thing, but despite how disconnected she’d become from the normal standards of love and romance in her life, she still thought she had some idea about conventional attractiveness. She was aware that as soon as she looked closely at herself she’d see a handful of small, thin scars crisscrossing across her body, almost entirely faded now thanks to the healing magic employed by the Shepherds, but a mar on her femininity all the same, her skin was otherwise smooth and her body lissom but, with her sharp features and serious personality, Lucina knew she was lacking both the gentle nature and soft curves had by most of the other female Shepherd’s. As far as she had ever known, the ideal female body was meant to be much softer than hers, with unblemished skin and large round breasts, something closer to Tiki, or Olivia or Morgan was a lot closer to that than her.
‘Ah!’
Lucina had never been skilled at reading people, but when you spent as much time around Robin as she did, it was impossible not to pick up a few insights. And so, she was suddenly aware of exactly what was distressing the younger girl.
Reaching out, she ruffled her fingers through Morgan’s hair with a wry chuckle, “We really are far too similar sometimes, aren’t we? Well, I suppose that’s what I should expect from my daughter, of course.”
“E-Eh? Mother?”
Walking past her, Lucina set her towel aside and plonked herself, fully nude, down atop a small wooden stool near the entrance, “Would you mind washing my back for me, Morgan?”
Now it was the Tactician’s turn to be taken off guard, frowning as she tried to understand her mother’s words, she followed dutifully behind her, warming a bowl of water with her magic and wetting a soapy cloth against her mother’s back. A few minutes passed quietly between them like that, and, without even really intending to, Morgan found her inquisitive nature taking hold as she used the chance to examine the body she admired even closer than ever. “Your skin’s so beautiful mother!” She hummed happily, giggling as Lucina gave off a soft moan when she ran her fingers along the older woman’s back. It felt wonderful just to touch her like this, it was just as tender and just as supple as she’d imagined…
…And yet, seeing it this close and feeling it under her fingertips, Morgan slowly became aware, for the first time, of all the things she’d overlooked. She took in the faded outlines of old battle scars spread out over Lucina’s body and she felt the sheer strength residing in her muscles. Her mother’s body was undoubtably beautiful, but while it was soft to hold, there was little give in it, in many ways she felt almost wiry. It felt a little strange, examining her own parent so closely, but touching and feeling her so intimately, she became truly aware that this was the body of a Warrior-Princess and, just by tracing her fingers across it, she could almost feel the weight of her mother’s hardships. And somehow, that only made her seem even more beautiful than ever, and Morgan realised that this must be the same beauty her father saw in her.
Closing her eyes and leaning back into the sensations, Lucina began to talk, “It was a while ago now, so you may not remember, but do you know when we first found you, you were surprised at how young Robin looked? I think that was the moment when you finally believed us about what must have happened to you. Well, it wasn’t so different for me the first time I came back either. I was expecting it, of course, but even so, it was an incredible shock, just seeing everyone again, and especially seeing how young they all looked. The first time I saw Father, I was so overwhelmed I could barely speak, if not for the Risen attack, I don’t think I would have managed to keep my composure at all. Just seeing Father was amazing in itself, but as I followed them around, I saw Mother again, I saw Auntie Lissa, and I even saw Auntie Emmeryn for the first time… It was like a dream, they were all so young, and so vibrant, even with Naga’s forewarning, seeing it for myself was beyond anything I could have imagined.
“My mother, my aunts, I’d missed them all so much… And yet, one day, I realised it was becoming painful, just looking at any of them. Because, no matter how long I looked, or how often I saw them, I still couldn’t see myself in them at all. They were my family, but none of them looked like me.”
Sucking in a sharp breath, Morgan’s hands stopped in surprise.
“It was just a silly thought, of course, and one I quickly schooled myself from. But, at the time it took me completely off guard, because before that moment, it wasn’t something I’d ever given a moment’s thought to. My mother, Lissa, Emmeryn, even back then, they all had such beautiful, womanly bodies; even when I met Auntie Lissa the first time, she must have been only fourteen or so, and she was already almost as curvy as I was. I had my blue hair and my brand linking me to Father, but, looking so different from them, at the time I felt like I was lacking any connection to the rest of my family at all.”
“M-Mother…”
“You know, I grew almost ten centimetres from the time I arrived back in the past to when I joined the Shepherds? Well, I only really noticed because Auntie Lissa pointed it out, and she and Lady Maribelle helped me re-stitch all my clothes to fit. I never thought much of it at the time, but looking back, I suppose it’s obvious really; when I grew up, there was almost constant fighting or training, and as things got worse food and supplies only got scarcer and scarcer. Most of the time it was common for us to only eat every other day, or less, and by the end, we were practically scavenging for whatever meals we could find. I think I must have been around sixteen when I first came back to the past, so I spent almost all my formative years living like that, there’s no doubt living so desperately had an effect on me, on all of us.”
Lost for words, Morgan could only swallow and nod, almost blown away by her mother’s words. She’d never considered anything like that, but the truth of them was evident, Sumia and Lissa both had generous curves and beautiful, well-proportioned bodies, and from the images she’d seen of the previous Exalt Emmeryn, the same was likely true for her too, the connection Morgan had been yearning for was as obvious as could be. Heart clenching in her throat, her thoughts drifted towards Cynthia and Noire, both of whom had similarly generous curves, comparable against anyone in the original Shepherds and not lacking anything even against their respective mothers… But then, she was smart enough to realise that Noire was the youngest of the Shepherd’s children, and Cynthia had her elder sister looking out for her. Knowing her mother, no doubt a significant portion of Lucina’s scarce food had wound up pushed onto Cynthia’s plate, likely without any but the sharpest eyes even noticing.
Looking again, she knew for sure that her mother was undoubtably beautiful, but looking at the gorgeous, slim figure under her hands, Morgan could feel a new weight behind the significance of that appearance.
“It’s not something I’ve worried about for some time, of course. Spending time with my Mother and Auntie Lissa has been a blessing, I’ve found a thousand similarities between us and felt just as close to either of them as I ever did as a child. But, I understand your feelings Morgan, and I know it’s be worse for you, not having any memories must have left you feeling unmoored in our time, with only Robin as your reference.”
Lucina’s voice grew a little louder, more assertive.
“But, I assure you, there’s absolutely no doubt, you’re my daughter! You’ve got my brand as well as my sword, and I… I don’t know what exactly happened in your future, but I’m sure your father must have been so smitten with me he couldn’t even dream about any other women!”
Thankfully for Lucina’s sake, she was facing away from Morgan at the moment, so she was able to hide just how mortifying it was, saying something like that!
Wrapping her arms tight around her mother’s back with a bright laugh, the younger tactician’s towel, just the same as her unease, slipped from her chest and fell to the floor.
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A short time later, both girls were happily lounging around in the large bath and the mood was greatly improved.
“Hey, Mother…” Morgan began, her mind drifting now to the other consideration that’d been running through her mind recently, ever since she’d seen that book in her father’s study, “What do you think sex feels like? You think it’s really as good as they say?”
Having been languidly submerged in the water, all the way up to her eyes, Lucina wound up spluttering on the spot, gasping for air as she gaped in shock, “I-Wh-Hhaa, Mo-Morgan!? Th-That is… I think for, for something like that, it’s best to wait until you’re married to find out.”
Completely unable to meet her daughter’s inquisitive gaze and feeling just a little guilty about her own hypocrisy at making such a statement, the former Exalt quickly ended that discussion, barely managing to avoid a lie.
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That Evening
“So, what happened to you anyway today Robin? You were holed up in your office all afternoon yesterday, and then you disappeared all day today. Even Morgan didn’t know where you were when I dropped by this afternoon.”
“Yeah, father! You went off somewhere without saying a word to any of us.”
“Oh? But I saw you and Lucina just earlier for lunch, didn’t I? Well, in any case, sorry, Chrom; I went out to visit Panne, I only just got back a little earlier, actually.”
“Ah, Panne… I see, and…”
“She’s fine. Or, about as the same as ever I suppose. I… I talked to her after our meeting and I said some things that I think were unwise, so I went today to apologise and to explain myself. We talked for a time, cleared the air between us, and I think things should be okay now. Hah, I probably overstayed my welcome thinking about it, she looked downright exhausted when I was leaving.”
“Hmph, even so, to only just come back now… Panne doesn’t live that far away. You’re not getting slow now that I’ve stopped training you, are you?”
“F-Frederick! That look in your eye worries me!”
Nowi was sure that whatever Robin was talking about was important, it almost always was, but it washed over her all the same. Surrounded by the complete, extended, royal family and their assorted company, she squirmed awkwardly in her seat, there was no way she could concentrate like this!
Unfortunately, the reason she was uncomfortable wasn’t due to the heady, warm haze that often overcame her when she was around Robin (the feelings of love she was sure), she could still feel the same pleasant aura from him, of course, but she’d grown far more accustomed to that ever since they’d began spending much more intimate time together. Nor was she feeling anxious to be eating dinner in the Ylissean Palace, or because the mighty people of Ylisse were bantering feely and casually all around her; she’d been invited for meals here countless times ever since they’d returned from the Shepherd’s first Plegian war and such equal respect was normal in the Shepherds, to the point she often forgot that Chrom and Sumia were meant to be King and Queen.
No, instead, the reason she was so on edge was because of the dark-haired woman sitting directly across from her, at Robin’s right-hand side, Tharja, the most famed and feared Dark Mage in Ylisse, as well as Nowi’s best friend.
Ever since making up with him, Nowi had really, really, wanted to visit Robin in the Palace! She’d wanted to take more time with him, to play with him around the hallways and to spend the night with him in his room. But, she’d always held herself back for one very simple reason, the Palace was where she was most likely going to run into Tharja, and -as much as it hurt her to think about- she really, really hadn’t wanted to run into the Sorceress. Not after she’d slept with Robin, the man she knew Tharja adored above all else.
‘Uaaaaaa, it’s not fair!’ She wailed internally. Manakete or no, Nowi was no different than any of the other Shepherds. She’d wanted to fall in love, to experience a sweet romance and to start a family, just like everyone else, that was why she’d been just as excited as the rest of them when they’d begun meeting their children from the future… Right until she’d found out that she was apparently supposed to marry some young boy she’d barely ever talked to, who had been tasked with safeguarding Ylisse while the rest of them were in Valm. She adored Nah, and she didn’t have anything against Donnel, every time she’d talked to him since returning from Valm and since the war, he’d been incredibly nice to her… But… She didn’t love him and hadn’t even known how to begin talking to someone she was supposed to fall in love with and, with everyone in camp just expecting her to fall for him, it’d made her not want to! She hadn’t wanted to just marry someone because she had in the future, she wanted to marry someone because she loved him!
Nowi liked Robin, she really, really, really liked Robin! She always had, he’d always been incredibly nice to her, he’d always looked out for her, always helped her and always taken care of her no matter how busy he was. And, ever since he’d come back from being dead, she’d realised that she really, really, REALLY liked him, that she could barely even control herself around him. Robin made her feel warm and happy, and she wanted to make Robin happy, making Robin happy made her entire body thrum with delight! And, Nowi’s face reddened as her thoughts wandered, that was without even considering all the other things Robin did that made her body sing in delight.
She hadn’t felt any of that with Donnel. And she was sure that was how it was meant to work, Nowi didn’t think she believed in fate, but she liked the idea of having a one true love, and if she was meant to love Donnel, then why did being around Robin make her feel so good? No matter what had happened in Nah’s future, why had she been so happy being in Robin’s arms, or kissing him, or even giving him her virginity, if he wasn’t the man she was meant to love?
No. It was simple. She loved Robin.
But… But she loved Tharja, just as much! Tharja had always been nice and sweet and kind to her all the years they’d been friends, and then, without even meaning to, Nowi had gone and stolen the man she knew meant the world to the Sorceress! She didn’t have a clue how she should feel about that, given how she acted, Robin must have been Tharja’s one true love, but he was with her instead! She didn’t know what she was meant to do…
Which was why she’d been avoiding the Dark Mage and the Palace. And, which was why she’d been out in the market with Nah, shopping for her own dinner, when Sumia had run into them, tripped completely over them, and -after apologising profusely- invited them back with her to the Palace for dinner.
Nah was busy with one of those projects of hers, so she’d declined. But Nowi, taken by surprise and without any excuse prepared, had been completely unable to, despite being the Queen these days, Sumia was always very sweet and always so kind and nice, that it was almost impossible to turn down any invitation from her.
Which was why Nowi was now currently seated around the Palace’s largest, oaken dining table, shifting in her seat and trying very hard not to look over to where her Plegian friend was leaning comfortably against Robin while peering curiously over at her.
That in itself was another piece if unfortunate luck. As far as she’d seen since the war, the seat at Robin’s side was as hotly contested as it was during their campaigns; Robin always sat at Chrom’s right and whoever was quickest out of Morgan and Tharja would race to place themselves on his other side, while the slower one would spend most of the meal glaring (if Tharja) or pouting (if Morgan). Given the feelings she could feel radiating off the eldest Princess, Nowi had a suspicion Lucina didn’t like this turn of events very much, but as always, she held her tongue. Really, the only thing that seemed out of place tonight was that Lissa’s family was missing. But since Lon’qu and Owain were leaving for Ferox tomorrow, it seemed the blonde royal had wanted to spend the evening privately with them instead.
Caught up in her awkwardness, Nowi barely tasted the food and rarely contributed to the conversation, but thankfully her uncharacteristic silence was more than made up for by Cynthia’s ever-present enthusiasm. And so, slowly, the meal passed, and the evening wound down.
Practically counting the seconds as the food was cleared from the table and the conversation began to die down, she waited the bare minimum of what would be polite, before shoving her chair back and bouncing to her feet, “Alright! That was really tasty, thanks for inviting me again! I’m gonna go home now though!”
“Home?” Sumia blinked, the tone of her voice holding Nowi in place right when she’d been sure she could finally escape, “But it’s late already and it’s getting dark out. Why not just stay the night here?”
“It’s fine, it’s fine! I’m a Dragon! I’m not worried about something li-”
“Nonsense,” Tharja’s soft voice cut smoothly through her objection, “There’s no point going all the way home this late, stay here tonight. You can sleep in my room.”
Nowi swallowed.
Whenever she’d stayed over in the Palace any of the other times she’d been invited, or anytime during their time abroad whenever she’d had a bad dream, it had always been Tharja’s bed she’d wound up forcing her way into. Whether in the castle, an inn or a tent, the Dark Mage had begrudgingly opened her bedroll to the small Manakete time and again over all the years they’d known each other… but, it had always been at Nowi’s insistence. Her feet became leaden and her eyes turned slowly toward the Sorceress. Not once before, in all the time they’d known each other, had Tharja ever made the offer of companionship herself.
Had she been found out? With all her hexes and her prying nature, it was almost impossible to hide anything from Tharja, and doubly impossible when it came to anything related to Robin. Nowi’s throat stuck tight and her heart clenched.
And then, just as she was on the verge of panic, the Plegian Sorceress reached a hand out towards her, an uncharacteristically gentle smile on her face, “Come.”
“O-Okay…”
Tharja rarely said what she truly felt with words, but Manakete’s could always read her aura and her emotions, and her friend’s hand was just as soft and as kind as ever. Her nervousness melted away and she couldn’t help but smile as they walked off together.
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The door clicked shut behind them, sealing them both in the private darkness of Tharja’s room, and everything Nowi had been holding back spilled out all at once.
“A-Are you mad at me?”
She didn’t regret sleeping with Robin. She’d been really, really, happy lately, being with him, but she never wanted to hurt a friend, and the thought she might have was enough to have her on the brink of tears.
“Hehe… No, no, quite the opposite,” turning to face her with a surprisingly encouraging smile, the Sorceress’s fingers threaded through Nowi’s hair, stroking the top of her head for a moment. And, even with all the surprises she’d already dealt with, that still was enough to halt Nowi in her tracks; Tharja never initiated contact, and she’d never touched her so affectionately before, “I’m rather proud of you in-fact. You’ve been making some good choices lately… It’s pleasing.”
“H-Huh?”
“Well, you and Robin are together now, are you not? Hehe, or, perhaps I should say, you’ve become Robin’s now, haven’t you?” The Plegian smirked, an almost teasing, goading tone coming to her voice as she stepped smoothly through her room, waving a hand to welcome her friend deeper inside just the same as ever, as if nothing had changed between them at all, “A good choice indeed. I had worried you may have ended up with that dull farmer boy.”
“H-Hey! Donnel’s really nice!” Nowi frowned, utterly bewildered by what was going on, she still defended him instinctively. She didn’t know him very well, and she resented the fact that everyone just assumed she was supposed to love him, but it wasn’t as if she held either of those things against him, “He’s smart, and he’s funny, and, and he’s really good to Nah.”
That last part in particular she really appreciated, given that their daughter had to be an even bigger surprise to him than she was to her. Finding out that you had a daughter your own age, who wasn’t even the same species as you, was not something many humans had to deal with.
“I… suppose that’s true,” Tharja conceded after a moment’s thought. She actually quite liked Donnel, while she quite liked how nervous many of the Shepherd’s were around her, there was some positives to how reliable and eager to help he was instead. Truthfully, she ranked him quite high among the other male Shepherds, “But he’s not Robin.”
Ultimately, ranking highly among the other male Shepherds didn’t mean a lot to her. Robin was on a completely separate scale altogether.
“Uhh…” Dropping her gaze, Nowi shifted in place, twisting her hands together, “Yeah.”
She felt mean comparing them, and even slightly bad for feeling like she did, but there was no doubting her friend’s words. She liked Donnel, but he’d never made her feel anything like the oppressive yearning or the warm fulfilment she’d felt with Robin. Being around him made her smile, making him happy made her heart race, and… feeling him inside her, feeling his seed coating her walls… She felt complete. In all her thousand years, she’d never felt anything like what she felt with Robin, it was as if he’d taken over a piece of her soul and engraved himself into her very being.
Love really was an incredible feeling!
“I was surprised you’d kept something like this quiet,” Tharja added, gesturing towards the scrying equipment setup across her desk, “Even I only learned about it a very recently.”
Once again, Nowi balked, tears springing to her eyes as she grabbed onto her friend’s cloak, “Awwaaa! I-I’m sorry! I’m sorry, Tharja! I, I really wanted to say something! I really did, I know how much you love Robin and, and I never meant to- to steal him and, and I didn’t want to hide it! And-”
The Manakete’s voice broke as she clung desperately to the younger woman’s dress, her words becoming incoherent between her sobbing pleas.
“Tch, tears, really?” flinching a little at the unexpected contact, Tharja hesitantly placed a hand around the smaller girl’s back, an action that only encouraged her to grab on even harder. Since Nowi generally respected Tharja’s dislike of close contact, she was lacking in experience in this matter and, as it turned out, it was surprisingly difficult to extricate herself from the younger girl’s frantic hold, after a few moments of trying, she was forced to simply accept it, “Ah, Nowi… You misunderstand me. I’m not angry about that, I’m… I’m proud of you, you’ve done well.”
Breaking off her cries, Nowi looked up at her taller friend, her eyes rimmed red with guilt as much as hope and her voice small, “R-Really?”
“Indeed. It’s important to Robin that no-one finds out about your relationship yet. That you’ve managed to keep it even from me speaks very well of you. You’ve done well.”
Especially Lucina, Tharja added to herself, sparing a second’s thought for the Princess. Most of the other Shepherds could be handled in one fashion or another, but it was vitally important to Robin that he was the one to inform her, when he was ready. Strangely, Tharja had found lately that she didn’t feel any of the same delight to be sleeping with Robin behind her former rival’s back anymore, instead she’d found her distaste for the girl had almost entirely dissipated. It was an unsettling thought, a sign that her revenge had always been hollow and her dislike of the girl had never been anything more than jealously; when things were finally in the open, she knew she would owe Lucina an apology. But, for now, she decided not to say anything of this to the small Dragon, telling her to be wary would only make her act weird around the girl.
“I never said anything, be-because Robin asked me not to, I wanted to be a good girl.” Nowi spoke quietly, clearly confused but also just as clearly glowing with relief, “I really like you Tharja, I like you a whole lot, an-and, and I know you love him… b-but, but, I do too.”
Smiling gently down, Tharja’s fingers threaded through the Manakete’s soft green hair before she even noticed what she was doing. It was an instinctive reaction, she realised after a moment’s examination; just like it had with Lissa, despite her usual loathing of physical contact, her body seemed always happy to accept anyone who had accepted Robin. ‘Just more proof that I belong to him.’ She concluded, her thoughts drifting to the bracelet wrapped around her upper arm. In another life that would have been a wedding ring, later in this life perhaps it would be a signet of ownership, for now, it was more than enough.
“That’s fine. Love him as much as you like, as much as you can. He’ll make you happy, I promise.”
“You… You… You really don’t mind? Th-That I’m with Robin?”
“Of course not,” she answered gently, continuing to stroke the smaller girl’s head, “So long as you don’t mind that I’m with him as well.”
A moment passed.
And then another.
And then, Nowi fell back, gaping in stunned disbelief. Her relationship with Robin had only been short so far, but it had been intense none the less, it was her first brush with love and the young Manakete had projected many of her hopes and dreams onto it. She’d been alone for hundreds of years, but that didn’t mean she hadn’t yearned for companionship all the same, and especially after joining with and being around the Shepherds, she’d wanted the same kind of sweet romance she’d heard in the stories, the same romances she’d seen play out among her friends; if she was going to be with a man, she wanted to be with only one man, to love him with all her heart.
And Nowi truly did care for Robin, she’d loved him dearly, perhaps even romantically, even before the end of the war. She’d missed him dreadfully when he’d been gone and then, when he came back, her feelings had become so messed up she hadn’t known what to think. Simply looking at him had been enough to make her heart race, and when she was around him, it had been all she could stand, just to hold herself back. She’d felt lost and confused, scared and guilty. And then… And then, if she lived another 10,000 years, Nowi knew she would never forget the day he called her into his office; the day she’d run away from him and, more importantly, the day he’d chased after her.
Just as he had so many times before, just as he always did, Robin had saved her. He’d tracked her down and embraced her. He’d held her tight and filled her with his warmth. And, for the first time since Grima’s defeat, everything had finally felt right once again.
She loved Robin. She ached for him. When she apart from him she yearned for him, and when she was with him she wanted to fill herself with him until her body gave out. It had only been natural to give her heart entirely to him, being with him was more intense and more passionate than she’d ever imagined and she’d so she’d never even considered their relationship as anything but the pure, sweet, lovey-dovey romance she’d pictured from so many stories.
“Wh-Ahuh-H-HUH!? You… You too? Y-You’re with him too!? Isn’t that… But that’s, that’s… Isn’t that ch-cheating? Wait, wha, Ro-Robin’s cheating!?”
“No. Of course not. He’d never do that, he’d not that kind of man,” Tharja replied firmly, soothing her friend’s worries as she stepped forward once more, returning herself to stroking her hand comfortingly atop the smaller girl’s head. After all, it could only be cheating if Robin belonged to either of them, but he didn’t. They were his, the reverse wasn’t true, “My relationship with him is exactly the same as yours.”
Nowi looked ready to object to that, so Tharja continued, “I understand what you’re thinking, what you’ve felt until now. You know that very well, I felt exactly the same myself, for years. I wanted him to myself; I dreamed of marrying him, of monopolising him, of taking him away and being the only woman he ever looked at. I thought that way for so long, I thought that was what I wanted, that it was what would make me, and him, happy. It’s only recently I’ve realised how foolish I was.
“After all,” she probed gently, “No matter how happy being with Robin has made you, it’s tormented you with guilt just the same, hasn’t it? You didn’t know how to face me, you felt terrible for having stolen away the man you know I loved. And what about Lucina, she’s Morgan’s mother, does she not deserve the right to have her own child?”
Flinching away, the Manakete dropped her gaze, the Sorceress’s quiet words cutting directly to the core of her worries. Even more than her guilt towards Tharja, she’d practically refused to let herself think about Lucina and Morgan. She couldn’t. She’d had no idea what to think, or how to justify something like that. Lucina had been through so much, and while she didn’t seem to have any claim on Robin at the moment, the thought being responsible for of stealing away her happy future was a heart-wrenching one.
“But, no matter how bad it feels, giving up on him would feel even worse, wouldn’t it? Because you love him,” she, more than anyone, knew the answer to that question, even before the smaller girl responded with an awkward nod, “Then, isn’t it far better if everyone’s happy instead? If everyone gets what they want?”
“Well, I… I suppose… But, but tha-”
“I know it may not be how they do things in Ylisee, but in Plegia… It’s not uncommon at all for nobles or royals to have multiple wives or concubines, it’s a sign of their power and shows their ability to protect so many people. It’s normal. At the time, when we first discovered Robin’s true heritage, I didn’t want to even consider it. I was still being foolish back then, still selfish… I was thinking only of keeping him to myself; he rejected his lineage and I was content with that, he was practically Ylissean after-all… But then, after we found Morgan and Noire, I started thinking about it, about what it really meant to be a family.”
Noire’s tapered ears twitched and she turned back, “A… family?”
“Of course,” Tharja paused, her eyes drifting aside slightly as she spoke. She never was good at talking honestly, “Even if Morgan isn’t my daughter, she’s still his… It’s only natural I want a connection to her. And the same for Noire, I want him to be a father for her… And even beyond them, there’s Lucina, and you.”
“Me?”
“Indeed… After all, you gave him your virginity, did you not?”
Nowi balked, reeling back and taken completely off-guard by the unexpectedly private question.
“You, er… Having sex, have you done that with anyone but Robin?” Tharja clarified awkwardly, apparently having taken her reaction to mean she hadn’t understood.
In all her time with the Dark Mage, Nowi had told her all sorts of things, from her dreams, to her favourite places, to poems she thought up in her head, but she’d never once come anywhere close to talking about her sex life. Blushing bright red, she eventually stammered out an answer, “N-No, only, only him.” Following the romance stories she’d heard, she’d intended to wait until she was married too… but it had all become far too much to resist, and she’d been loving it since. Robin’s very touch electrified her, he was the only one who’d ever made her feel anything like she did, she’d never even thought of doing it with anyone but him.
Tharja breathed out a deep sigh, her body sagging with relief and her face glowing suddenly, an uncharacteristically warm smile settled across the Sorceresses face, as if something she’d greatly hoped for had just come true.
“I… I had wondered, given all your years… Hehe… Well, it’s the same for me, of course. My body belongs only to Robin,” she declared, reaching down and clasping Nowi’s hands happily in her own, “And, by Plegian custom, two women who give their chastity to the same man are akin to sisters.”
“S-Sisters...?” Looking up from their joined hands to her friend’s welcoming expression, Nowi tasted the word carefully on her tongue, her eyes going wide and her heart thumping.
“Yes. That’s what it means for a man to take multiple women for himself; they all become sisters, and one big family around him.”
“Then… Then…” if Tharja’s relationship with Robin was exactly the same as hers, “Then, me and you… We’re sisters?”
Holding her gaze, the Sorceress nodded.
After so many years of being alone and after finally experiencing what it felt like to be surrounded by friends, the thought of having a family meant the world to Nowi. It was why she’d been so anxious to meet her own child from the future, it was why she’d been as open as she had to the idea of marrying Donnel, it was part of why losing Robin at the end of the war had hurt so badly and it was why she’d been so scared when the Shepherds had each started each going their separate ways. A family of her own, one that would never disappear and leave her behind, a place she and Nah could always belong to… And, no-one would have to be sad, and she wouldn’t need to feel guilty, everyone would be happy!
Her entire body buzzed with excitement and her lips opened into a wide grin as she let out a bright laugh.
“Then, then, that makes me your big sister, right? Since I’m so much older than you!”
“Hmph, that’s true I suppose… How strange, I never imagined I’d have such a small big sister.”
Giggling, Nowi suddenly tugged on her hands, pulling her down enough that she could reach up and pat Tharja’s head, “Don’t you worry, Big-Sis will look after you from now on! Ooh, and I’m Noire’s Auntie now too then! Hahaha, me and you and Noire and Nah and Morgan, and Robin, we’ll all be one big family!”
“Hehe… And not just us I think. There’ll be many more little sisters to come yet…”
“E-Eh? Really!? There’ll be… even more?” Nowi’s eyes sparkled with wonder, “We’re gonna have a really, really big family!?”
Any jealousy she’d felt about having to share Robin was vastly overrun by the sheer excitement of that thought, and for a moment, Nowi dreamed of being connected to all the friends she loved, being in one big, happy family with all the other Shepherds.
“Exactly…” eyes sparkling with a similar excitement, Tharja’s thoughts turned towards a similar future. Biting her lip, her fingers rubbed absently on the bangle around her arm, a thrill running through her as the images played out in her mind, “And soon enough, surely he’ll bind us all in collars, and properly show his dominion over us.”
That statement brought her companion up short and Nowi frowned in confusion, “Collars?” She didn’t think she liked the sound of that at all, she’d been forced to wear a collar once before and it wasn’t something she liked to remember. And yet, looking at her friend now, she wasn’t sure what to make of it… The way Tharja had said it, there was no mistaking her desire, the Sorceresses’ words had been so warm and so wanting that, despite herself, Nowi couldn’t help but be intrigued regardless. Perhaps… It was different if she wanted it? If it was Robin doing it?
“Indeed… Beautiful, finely crafted collars, with his nametag hanging off, proof of his ownership for all to see. Hehe, for mine, I shall request it to be inlaid with precious stones of his choosing, suitable mediums for me to infuse with fertility hexes… So, I’ll always be ripe for breeding, whenever the whim takes him.”
Stepping forward, she stroked her fingers lovingly around Nowi’s neck, and no matter her wariness, an enticing heat ran through the small Manakete at the suggestion. “And for you big sister, why not a magnificent Dragonscale collar? That way, when he rules, you shall always be shown off at his side, taking your place as his most loyal, most beloved Dragon.”
Swallowing, her jaw dropped at the idea. “I-Hh-ah?” She wasn’t sure where to even begin with that idea! It didn’t even make sense, when would Robin ever rule anything, anyway? Still… as strange as this whole thing was, it was clearly very important to her newfound sister, and she couldn’t deny that she kind’a liked the idea of being a prized Dragon; the thought of standing by a throne and roaring at all the nobles sounded really funny! Chrom would never let her do anything like that!
“Well, I dunno, that all sounds really odd! But if Robin wants it, then… Hah, maybe it could be fun?”
Tharja giggled darkly to herself, stepping back and pulling away from her distant thoughts, “Well, that’s all some time away… For now, shall we go see him then? Our beloved man?”
That brought Nowi’s interest back on track, her long ears twitched as she looked eagerly to where the Sorceress was now stalking purposefully around the room, “Oh?”
Humming, Tharja’s hands passed across a series of sigils spread out across the wall, nodding to herself as they turned began glowing a light green, with a series of orange marks all pointing towards the bottom right. “He’s in the palace baths right now it seems, and I’m in quite the mood to join him. Ahh, just a few days and it feels like too long already… Hmph, will you join me then? With my magic it will be simple to ensure no-one else disturbs us.”
“U-Uhm… O-Okay! Yeah!” It was another strange offer, and yet, Nowi was nodding before she’d even really thought about it. She’d never really thought of being with Robin at the same time as someone else, but she really liked Tharja and with everything they’d discussed, and their talk of the future, Nowi could feel that same anxious, heated desire her friend mentioned already pulsing within her. It had only been a short time, but already she could feel her body yearning for his embrace once more. And, she reminded herself, they were all going to share now anyway weren’t they? It was always more fun when you were playing with more people, and if everyone was going to be happy, then everyone should be happy together! “Yeah, I wanna go!”
Bouncing ahead of the Sorceress, this time it was her that held out her hand towards her friend.
“But! But, Big-Sis is gonna go first, okay?”
“Hehe, very well then.”
With an uncharacteristically happy smile matched by Nowi’s bright enthusiastic one, the two unlikely sisters walked off together, hand in hand, looking for the man they loved.
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“Ahh…” licking her lips from where she was wrapped around Robin’s back, her large, bare breasts pushing against his naked skin, Tharja was in the perfect position to watch as Nowi’s small body was stretched open around the Tactician’s thick, hard cock, “It truly is an enticing sight, isn’t it?”
Seated beside him, on the edge of the water, she watched intently as he pulled the young Manakete all the way down onto his lap, seemingly defying sense as he buried his entire length inside her. Shivering with hungry excitement, Tharja slipped her arms around his waist, pulling herself even tighter against him and watching intently as Nowi was thoroughly overcome with the pleasure.
“Mmm, don’t fight it, just, hhaaa, just enjoy it,” she whispered, reaching out and stroking her sister’s flushed face, “Ahmhha, you look so happy, it feels incredible doesn’t it?”
Kissing lovingly across Robin’s shoulders, grinding her body against him and whispering words of encouragement, Tharja watched intently as he began bouncing the smaller girl up and down along his cock. Her core throbbed with desire as Nowi’s cries of pleasure echoed around the room, and her whole body shivered in delight as the Manakete lost all sense of reason, drowning eagerly in the sensations.
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“W-Wow…” Nowi whispered to herself, her body still quaking with the aftershocks of her pleasure, swallowing heavily as she drank in the sight before her.
She’d known Tharja for years now, ever since the Shepherd’s first campaign into Plegia.
She’d stood at her side through unimaginable circumstances, supported her through countless challenges and fought beside her through innumerable battlefields.
The friend she knew was a proud and fearsome companion, dignified, strong and self-determined…
…And, nothing at all like the woman she could see before her!
Bent over the edge of the bath, lacking even the strength to hold herself up, there wasn’t even a single scrap of pride or dignity to be seen from her sister right now. Her usually angry face was flushed red with delight, her screams of love filled the room, and her body rocked desperately back against Robin with each time he drove himself roughly into her. She had never seen Tharja this happy before, and feeling the pure love and joy radiating from her was enough to make Nowi’s heart swell.
‘Is that what I look like?’
Even as inexperienced as she was, there was no way she could miss just how thoroughly Tharja had been subjugated. She had given her body up completely for Robin’s pleasure and was delighting in every second of it, in being used, conquered, bred, by him.
‘Just like me.’
It didn’t seem like it should be a happy thought, but it made her smile none the less. She liked it if they were the same. Because they were meant to be sisters. And because, it meant she knew exactly what Tharja wanted…
Giggling lightly and pushing herself up on shaking legs, Nowi moved a few steps over, sitting back down right in-front of the giddy Dark Mage, spreading her legs wide open around the other woman’s head.
“Here you go. See, I told you, Big-Sis will look after yoUUUAAAHHH!”
Rearing back with a violent shudder, Nowi’s moans quickly replaced Tharja’s as the Sorceress dove hungrily into the Manakete’s pussy, flicking her tongue through the smaller girl’s depths and hungrily slurping at the hot, thick cum Robin had shot inside only moments before.
Tharja had plenty of experience with Lissa, but Nowi had never felt anything like this before in her life. Locking her legs place around the other woman’s head and thrashing in delight at the new sensations, she realised she was beginning to fully understand her words and what it meant for them to belong to Robin. It wasn’t anything like she’d expected and it wasn’t the romance she’d dreamed of, but it made her happier than she’d ever been before, and the thought of sharing this happiness with her other friends only made her more excited.
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The Next Morning
Lying atop her bed with a decidedly sour look on her face, Lissa watched unhappily as her husband moved stoically around the room, ignoring her displeasure as he finished packing up and preparing the last of his belongings for the trip back to Regna Ferox. It seemed he’d left the last of his packing for this morning, hoping that she’d be asleep and to spare her having to watch, but evidently even the feeling of her glare digging into his back wouldn’t sway him from his duty.
“Lon… This is crazy. You’ve barely even arrived home, it makes no sense to leave already! Lon! C’mon, look at me! If Owain’s going anyway, I don’t see why you need to go too, why can’t he take care of whatever you need to do!?”
The Swordsman’s hands clenched around the bag he was closing and he snorted in annoyance, “You’re still going on about this? As I told you last night, and many times this week. The matter is decided.”
“Lon’qu… I… I know, that maybe I haven’t made you feel as welcome as I should… I know I haven’t… But, it’s not too late, c’mon, c-come back to bed,” her voice hitched and for a moment her body ran cold, her heart clenching painfully tight, filled with both guilt and worry. Reaching up, she pushed one of the straps of her nightgown from her shoulder, leaving the dress hanging invitingly open, “You’re always talking about your duty, what about your duty to Owain? To be his father?”
She knew this offer was coming far too late.
In all the time that Lon’qu had been back, she’d had sex with Robin countless times and shared him with Tharja almost as often; she’d broken her vows and even kissed her best friend with the full intention of continuing the same path of debauchery. And yet, night after night, she’d rolled away from her own husband, never once inviting his touch. Somehow, something had changed while he’d been away and despite wearing Lon’qu’s ring, it was the thought of cheating on Robin that held her back, time and again.
Her past and deep friendship with the Tactician had brought her to his bed many times over the long years they’d known each other, she’d given him her chastity, and sought from him both his warm affection and soothing comfort more times than she could count. Always she’d come to him and always she’d separated from him, the moments they’d shared were incredibly special to her, but they’d always been just the tender affections of two people who cared for each other beyond the need for words.
She loved him as a sister and as a friend. That was why, despite the events of her wedding night, it had always been Lon’qu she’d loved as a woman. That’s how she’d thought it was always meant to be.
And then. Everything had changed.
It was her fault. She knew that. He would have never done anything if she hadn’t acted first. She was the one who approached him, who pushed herself into his arms… She’d promised herself she wouldn’t turn to Robin to deal with her sister’s memorial anymore after being married… But Lon’qu had been away, and she’d been all alone… And… And somewhere within the banality of a lonely married life to a man who was never around, she’d begun to miss him.
And he’d turned her entire world on its head.
‘I died and I returned, I know what I want. I’ve got no doubts left,’ Lissa knew she couldn’t possibly ever forget the words Robin spoke to her at that time, ‘I want you to be mine.’
He’d told her he loved her, not just as a friend, and not just as a brother, but as a man. He’d forced her to admit she didn’t only yearn for him when she was dealing with Emm’s loss and then, he’d left her. He’d gone back to his room and waited for her to come to him.
To this day, Lissa didn’t know when we heart had changed. Maybe she really had felt this way for Robin all those years and had simply been too afraid to admit it. Or maybe it had been that night when she’d followed him back to his room, giving her body to him like she’d ached for, for so long. Or maybe It was after that, when she’d confronted him about it and wound up entangled in bed between him and Tharja. Or maybe it was when she’d given him her anal virginity, letting him be the one to break in all her holes. Or maybe it was all those countless days, evenings or nights since, when she’d been wrapped around him, feeling more fulfilled than she had for years. It didn’t matter, the fact was, she knew now, she loved Robin just as she loved Lon’qu, and unlike her husband, the Tactician was always there for her.
Lissa had never intended to be a faithless woman, the first time she’d betrayed her husband she’d been wracked with guilt for days. But, in the Tactician’s embrace, her feelings had shifted, Robin had told her she was his and she knew it was true, she’d given her heart to him and it now ached to stay loyal to him.
That was why, it was only now, on this final day, with the sense of dread weighing against her, that she finally found the words to invite the man who should have held her sole affection. And even then, it was only due to the fear of what she knew would happen next. While Lon’qu had been away, another man had claimed her, if he left her now, she doubted she could ever be his wife again. The love she had for him and the fear of losing him forced her to speak, even as her heart quaked.
“It’s been far too long, hasn’t it? Why… Why do-don’t we make up for lost time? We can spend the day together…”
This was his chance to take her back, to try make her his woman once more.
Finally turning back towards her, Lon’qu appraised her with a long, silent gaze, before finally shaking his head, “No.”
Her body flushed with a relief she knew she shouldn’t be feeling.
“Hmph. I may not know much about women, but I still have my instincts and I understand you better than anyone. I can still see when you’re forcing yourself,” his sharp expression softened slightly, “I will never make you do anything you don’t wish to.”
Lissa closed her eyes, accepting her words as a quiet frustration bubbled through her. She knew she was at fault! She was the one that had done everything wrong! But this, this, was why!
Once again, and as always, he was far too gentle with her! In all the time he had been back, despite clinging to him all day, this was the first time she’d opened up to him in the bedroom, and still, he treated her with the same overly gentle demeanour. It was the same careful distance he’d maintained in the past when making love to her, as if she was so delicate she would break at the slightest pressure, no matter how much she goaded him or asked him, to be rougher, faster, harder… No matter how often she’d wished he’d fuck her like Robin had before their marriage.
He couldn’t possibly have missed that something was wrong with her all this time, but he’d been too kind to confront her and too stoic to bridge the gap between them. Always, she had to initiate anything with Lon’qu, always she had to tell him it was fine. Robin dragged her into storage closets and fucked her till she couldn’t see straight. Robin commanded her not to wear panties so he could take her anytime she wished. Robin would have pushed her down, he would have made her scream and moan, reminding her that she belonged to him until she’d divulged every last secret in her heart. If it was only that Robin’s cock filled her in ways Lon’s never could, or that he was so much better at sex, that would have been bearable… But it was the same difference that had pained her all this time, in the bedroom or out of it, Lon’qu treated her like a princess, Robin treated her like a woman. Like his woman. Robin understood her better than Lon’qu ever had, that more than anything else, was why she kept returning to him.
Misinterpreting the conflicted look on her face, the Swordsman continued, “You needn’t worry, I don’t begrudge you. I understand you’re angry with me.”
“Angry? Of course I am!” despite it being all her fault, this wasn’t what she had wished! This wasn’t what she’d wanted her married life to be! And the part of her still clinging to her marriage was raged furiously within her, screaming for him to stop, to stay with her, to be her husband for a change, “How many times have we been over this? How many times have we had this discussion!? Ever since the war, I’ve barely seen you! You’re always going back up to Ferox, always leaving me alone, do you understand how lonely I am!?”
“Of course I do, woman! Do you think I don’t feel the same!? I’m not leaving out of some spite or whim, I have a duty!”
“Duty? You mean your obligation to Basilio right? You know what, I actually wrote to him the last time you left, I asked him just who he thinks he is, taking my husband away from me so often. And, can you guess what he sent back? He said he’d never once summoned you to him, that he’s tried to send you back to Ylisse countless times! You’re doing this all of your own volition!”
She wanted him to deny it. She wanted him to tell her she was misunderstanding, or over-reacting, or that there was more to it; that he hadn’t just chosen Ferox over her time and again since the war ended. She’d wanted him to tell her that ever since he’d returned, and it was only now she was brave enough to ask him to.
Instead, he looked away, throwing some more of his clothes in the bag at his feet, “A woman wouldn’t understand.”
The anger inside the small Princess flared into a supernova, “You’ve always chosen it over me! You’ve never compromised, not even delayed a single day to stay with me!” not even returning to be with her on the anniversary of her sister’s death, “Y-You’ve never compromised, never offered me a single concession!”
“We’ve had this discussion. We’ve had it far too many times.”
“Then take me with you! I-I’m meant to be your wife, aren’t I? I should be by your side. You… You said it’s only a few weeks this time, well, surely it’s fine for me to stay for only that long!”
Her body shivered and her heart clenched tight with far too many conflicting emotions. After all she’d done, she knew it was probably far too late for her, but she did love Lon’qu and she offered it regardless, a final-life line to him. Even if it wasn’t what she wanted anymore, she knew she at least owed him this; he could take her away, he could remain her husband and take back the heart that had been stolen. Then, without her feelings for Robin holding her back, she would finally be able to come clean to him, to tell him everything that had hurt her and all that she’d done. And then, if they were to part, at least they would part honestly.
“I will NOT!” his fist slammed into the wall with a dull thud and there was a sudden, unmistakable sense of finality, a conclusion deeper than he realised, “I’ve made myself clear on this! My duty is to Ferox and yours is here, in Ylisse. Now, leave it be damnit!”
Her mouth opened, in anger, in pain and in regret, but no words came out.
And so, a short time later, Lissa followed dutifully behind him, just as she had so many times before, silently walking her husband and son to the carriage waiting to take them both to Ferox, and away from her once more.
And, a short time after that, she was back in her room, ugly tears streaming down her face as she wailed in anguish, in anger, and in mourning for something she knew was already lost.
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“You know, it’s funny,” Inigo smirked, lounging back in his seat from where he was sitting across from Robin in the Tactician’s office, “Despite how long I was away, this scene here, this is exactly the same as before I left.”
“Oh?”
“Uh-huh. First thing in the morning and here you are, cooped up in your office like this, surrounded by piles of work on all sides! It’s no different from how you were during the wars, where you’d hole yourself up in your tent, day after day, and no-body would ever see you,” the dancer laughed, giving a shake of his head at his comrade’s plight, “You’ll never meet any beautiful women locked up in here, you know! You’re meant to be famous! A war hero! You must be the only one wasting his chances like this!”
“I’ve got plenty of beautiful women, all around me.”
“Ahhh, it really hasn’t changed one bit! Just the same as during the war!” Inigo laughed once more, his voice cheery and bright, even as he continued his apparent lecture, “They’re all around you, but they’re all just doing their own things, it doesn’t count at all. When was the last time you pinned one of them down and had some private time, a nice date, just you and her?”
Stroking his chin, Robin considered it. He’d certainly done a lot of pinning down and enjoyed a lot of private time, but it was true that he hadn’t done anything at all romantic like dating, “Well, I suppose the last time would be when Morgan brought me lunch, just yesterday.”
“O-Oh, with Morgan? T-That actually sounds kind’a nice…” The pink-haired man paused a moment, before quickly regaining his footing, “But I’m serious, you really do need to think about it. I hope you’re not assuming that just because something happened between you and Lucina in Morgan’s future that it’ll happen again here… You never know, while you’re locked up in your office, some dashing gentleman may come sweep her off her feet!”
The Tactician narrowed his eyes, “Is that a challenge?’
“Haha, no, no, nothing of the sort,” giving his usual smile, Inigo offered an incredibly non-committal shrug, “I’m simply saying, the future has no guarantees. After all, just look at any of us!”
“That’s true.” He conceded. There was no doubt the children from the future had all changed their fate, and even beyond that he only needed to look at Cordelia or Nowi for proof of exactly what Inigo was mentioning. But, then again, it also wasn’t as if he had any doubts about his relationship with Lucina in the first place, regardless of whether or not the dancer really did mean anything with his implication.
“Exactly, which is why I’m saying all this. If you’re not careful, you’re going to be left behind. Everyone around you will be happily married and you’ll be all by yourself as a lonely virgin.”
Robin scowled, he knew it was his own fault but all the same, he was getting rather sick of constantly being mistaken for a virgin.
“Yeah, it’s not a happy thought, is it? That’s why I’m telling you that holing yourself away like this isn’t how a man is supposed to live, my friend. After all, as they say, A true man wants two things, danger and play. For that reason he wants women, the most dangerous plaything.”
‘Huh, that’s from The Plegian Temptress, isn’t it?’ Robin was hardly a patron of the arts, but he’d become somewhat familiar with the famous play recently thanks to Olivia taking up a role. Shaking his head, the Tactician stifled a sigh, if Inigo was going so far as to quote famous literature to him, it seemed he really was in the mood to show off, after coming back from his journey. He knew the dancer meant well, by and large. He was a good guy, but all the same, his mannerisms could be frustratingly obnoxious at times.
“Things went well in your travels, I take it?”
“W-Well, er, not, not exactly. Or at least, not enough that I managed to find a lovely lady to bring back home with me… For some reason Brady always seemed to get more attention than I did… B-But! But! The point is, I was going out there, meeting and talking to all the wonderful beauties of the world. It’s a numbers game, and while you’ve been stuffed away in here, I’ve been putting in the numbers!”
He paused, losing his momentum, looking around the room with a curious look, “Actually, speaking of beautiful women… I’m surprised to find it’s just you here right now. Last night, Mother said she was working for you now, and she was already gone when I woke up this morning.”
“Ah, yeah, Olivia came about an hour ago. She’s taking care of something for me right now.”
So saying, Robin used the opportunity while the younger boy was peering around his office to surreptitiously reach down under his desk and take a firm hold of Olivia’s head, from where she was currently seated between his legs, with her lips wrapped around his hard shaft. He’d been having an enjoyable morning until now, it had taken her some time but the shy Dancer had managed to bring him almost to his peak. However, ever since he’d brought her son in, she’d stopped her ministrations completely, resorting instead to simply (silently) suckling on his glans and Robin was quickly growing tired of it; which, perhaps, was part of why he’d found Inigo’s line of questioning more frustrating than he should.
Running his hand through her hair for a moment as a warning, he then pulled her forward with no small amount of force, guiding her head impatiently back down his awaiting cock.
The dancing girl immediately took the hint, opening her mouth wide and swallowing as much of his length as she could take with a quiet moan, sliding her tongue back along his length as she withdrew a moment later before pressing a soft kiss into his cockhead as an apology. Curling her fingers around his shaft and tenderly cupping his balls with her free hand, Olivia’s warm, wet mouth slid eagerly down almost half his thick shaft and she swiftly fell back into her usual tempo- albeit one a little more hesitant and a lot quieter than normal.
Closing his eyes and breathing out a low sigh as the dancer resumed bobbing her head up and down his cock, Robin felt his frustrations melt away instantly.
Really, he scolded himself, it was pointless being annoyed at her anyway. He was the one who’d invited Inigo in, having acted on a sudden immoral thrill. And he hadn’t even been planning on doing anything like this with her in the first place, he’d originally only intended to apologise for the way he’d sent her away the previous day. He’d have to apologise for this too later, when they were alone, he decided. But right now… ‘Ahh.’ His body shivered in a soft contentment. Compared to some of his other lovers, Olivia wasn’t very adept at giving blowjobs yet, he’d only just begun training her and her inexperience showed. It was a stark contrast to Lucina and Tharja, both of whom had shown an almost unbelievable aptitude, swallowing his entire length almost straight away and it didn’t feel anywhere near as good as when Lucina massaged his entire shaft with her throat, or when Tharja would trace her tongue slowly down his full length as she swallowed him. But strangely, he found that very clumsiness incredibly endearing, reminded him of the old days of fumbling foreplay he’d had with Lissa so long ago.
So, wrapped up in the warm flood of sensations, it was only a moment later that Robin realised he’d completely missed what his visitor had just said.
“Ah, sorry, got lost in thought for a second there. What was that?”
Thankfully, he’d long had a reputation for going off into his own world when hit by a sudden inspiration for a strategy, and the Shepherds were all largely used to it.
“I just said, it’s a little strange isn’t it, Mother was a Shepherd, and now she’s working for one of the most prestigious dancing companies around, and yet, you’ve still got her here, dancing alone for you?”
Robin frowned at the not so subtle insinuation, leaning over the desk towards the younger man, “The way you phrased that… You seem to think it’s just the two of us locked in here?” Olivia’s tongue swirled around his cockhead and he fought for a moment to keep his voice level, “But as you can see for yourself, she’s not around here right now, is she? She spends as much time with me as she does helping Morgan, or delivering messages to the Palace.”
Feigning nonchalance, the Tactician gave a lazy shrug, “When she got hired by the production company, I said it’d be fire for her to leave. I didn’t think she’d be able to keep making time to help out around here. But, honestly, I think she finds it useful sticking around anyway, if nothing else, it gives her a place she can dance without worrying about anyone watching.”
‘Anyone but you,’ Olivia added silently to her lover’s words as she slid her mouth softly halfway down the length of his shaft. She hadn’t intended to listen, she knew her task right now was more important than the conversation going on above her and that she shouldn’t be dividing her attention, but when she’d heard her name come up, it had been hard not to follow along, ‘But that’s fine, I like it when you watch me. I love it when you watch me.’
Especially when she danced naked for him. And especially when she danced to entice him, to arouse and excite him, stripping her clothing off and shaking her body for him like she never had for any other man, moving without a single drop of the shyness that was usually ever-present in her life. During all her years as a dancer, hundreds of men had approached her, holding out purses bursting with coins and offering to for so called “Special Dances”. She’d never once considered entertaining the offers, it was too mortifying to even think about… And yet, for Robin, she performed them gladly, eagerly, and without him ever having to even ask. When she was with him, things she’d never previously even imagined, simply became natural.
She was aware of the concept of blowjobs of course, but she’d always considered them a concept suitable for brothels, or for the kind of racy stories Sumia read, not something for a respectable woman!
Even when Robin had brought the idea up, and even after he’d begun training her in the art, Olivia had never imagined being degraded as thoroughly as this; sitting on her knees at his feet, using her mouth and hands to pleasure his shaft, and worse, making sure to do so as quietly as possible, so as not to disturb him while he conducted his business. This was far from the give and take of their usual lovemaking, her body was being used for his pleasure. And, when he came, if she was able to make him cum, she knew she wouldn’t be able to swallow it all. His cock would fall from her mouth as she tried, and he would spray his seed carelessly across her face, her hair and down her naked body, as if she was nothing more than a receptacle for his lust.
If she had any pride or dignity, she would have been offended. But, instead, her body shivered in excitement at the thought. She had no use for anything like that when she was around him. She belonged to him, and in that ownership, he freed her from her worries in a way she’d never thought possible.
When she’d seen him again this morning, she’d been so relieved and so happy to see he’d recovered from whatever had been bothering him the previous day that she’d practically fallen to her knees, as eager to worship his cock as to pleasure it. And now, here she was, sitting with her lips wrapped around his shaft, hidden away below his desk, barely a meter away from her own child. Her son to another man.
She should have been ashamed, but instead the thought excited her so much that Olivia couldn’t help but move even faster, bobbing her mouth even further up and down his shaft, taking another inch more of his cock into her throat with a quiet, and very pleased, hum.
“Well… I suppose it just took me by surprise, finding out she’d taken up working for you,” Inigo continued with a sigh, accepting the Tactician’s explanation, “But, maybe it is a good thing, she certainly seemed very happy, anytime she was talking about everything you’d done for her. Father too actually, he seemed to be in very good spirits, so… Er, ah, I actually, I mostly came here this morning to say, thank you.”
“Inigo, you don’t need t-”
Looking away, a little awkwardly, the younger boy kept going, “I was actually… a little worried about things before I left. I suppose, I don’t really know much about what married life is meant to be like, but… Well, in any case, I thought that it’d be easier for them if I just got out of their hair for a while, gave them a chance to just be together without having to worry about anything else, hah, and it sounds like you helped with that too! Geez… I leave for just a few months and suddenly Mother’s dancing for The Ylissean Grand and Father’s more famous than ever! You know, I went out with him last night and it was quite the experience, it seems like everyone in town knows him these days!”
“Really, Inigo, you don’t owe me any thanks,” Robin carefully forced his voice level as Olivia’s fingers gently massaged his balls. His visitor’s mother was completely back in her rhythm now, with her tongue dragging along his undercarriage and her other hand pumping lovingly up his shaft, and he could feel his long-awaited peak fast approaching. No doubt, she could feel the same, because her mouth quickly moved to swallow his length, and soon he was sitting with his hands balled on his desk, holding onto his control as his cock pulsed and throbbed down her tight, wet throat, “Olivia’s been… Hah, she’s been taking fantastic care of me. It’s been a joy to have her around, and honestly, I feel like I owe you and Gregor an apology for taking so much of her time away from them.”
Holding him in place with half his length sheathed down her throat and the other half being caressed with quick strokes from her light fingers Olivia’s body trembled in delight, and the juices spreading down her thighs pooled even thicker, ‘I-I did it, h-he’s going to cum! Cum for me! Please!’
Desperately clinging to the same placid smile and easy-going expression, it took all of Robin’s concentration to supress the electric bolt of pleasure racing down his spine, ‘GODS!’
Leaning back into the seat once again, Inigo made some reply, but Robin never heard it. His focus swam, and he only just barely held back a deep groan as the overwhelming pleasure crashed through him, sending his world exploding into a sudden burst of white light!
The full weight of his release thundered instantly through him and his cock swelled even larger down the dancer’s throat, pulsing wildly in place for one last incredible moment before finally erupting.
He could feel her silently gagging as rope after rope of his thick seed burst out, filling her faster than she could swallow and instantly flooding her mouth when she instinctively pulled away, letting his cock slide freely back up. His shaft fell from between her lips and Robin felt his balls shudder between her fingers as the last of his load sprayed wildly through the air, painting the once innocent dancer’s face heavily with his cum, leaving it to drip shamefully across her flushed skin and down to her naked body.
‘Sweet Naga… That… That was incredible.’
Recovering another moment later as his vision slowly came back into focus, Robin gave a truly honest smile this time, his entire body thrumming happily with a warm delight, “Actually, hold up. What’s all this about you coming here to thank me? Are you sure about that? I could have sworn you came here to brag about your adventures with all those women around the world!”
Inigo gave a bright laugh in reply, spreading his hands wide and preening himself proudly at the implicit compliment in the Tactician’s joking accusation, “You make me sound so callous! But I’m here for honest reasons, I’m trying to INSPIRE you! You’ve done a lot for all of us, and it’d pain me to see you repaid by ending up a lonely virgin locked away in a stuffy office like this.”
“After all,” he finished, “You’ll never get a women if you keep acting the way you’re going.”
Still steadying his breath as he savoured the afterglow, a feeling made even better with the sensation of Olivia’s tongue lapping lovingly up and down his shaft, Robin could only shake his head in reply.
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“I-hhaa, I’m sorry!”
Looking at her sitting naked between his feet, smiling up at him with his seed covering her face and her eyes flashing with wild excitement, it was a little hard for Robin to take Olivia’s apology seriously.
“You never told me to stop,” she clarified when he raised an eyebrow, “But, I did so anyway, even though I should have been focussing only on pleasuring you… I’m ashamed…”
“Well, that’s fine. I was the one that invited Inigo in after all, and he is your son. So it’s n-”
“Ahh… You’re so kind, I love how sweetly you treat me… But, but, you shouldn’t! I-I want to serve you properly, but, if I mess up, it’s only natural for you to punish me! I won’t learn unless you put me in my place!”
There was no small amount of excitement lacing her words as she spoke, and Robin could practically see her body shiver in anticipation as she gazed meaningfully up at him. In the past, perhaps he would have been able to ignore it, but now, with his sharpened sense of self, he could practically feel the desire radiating from her and, before he even knew what he was doing, he was already moving, reacting to her need.
“Very well.”
His voice was like iron when he answered her, rising from his seat and reaching down to take a firm grasp of her head, holding her in place. Swallowing heavily, Olivia’s eyes fell irresistibly to the pillar of cock now held just barely a few centimetres from her lips. Still slick with her saliva, it stood fully aroused before her, hard and thick, and large enough to lay across her entire face. At the sight of it, the dancer squirmed anxiously in his grip, although not anywhere near enough to pull away.
“D-Do you want me to su-KYAAA!?”
Not sure what he’d intended and not having any idea what to expect, Olivia was completely taken by surprise when Robin suddenly pulled away, jerking his hips to the side and sending his shaft slapping hard across her cheek with a meaty thunk!
Her body jolted in shock and she let out a sharp cry… But… Robin recognised that scream, ‘Did… Did she just cum?’ Shaking his head in disbelief, he tugged on her ponytail and pulled her roughly back into position, giving her no time recover before repeating the action, slapping his cock harshly into her other cheek. This time, he released her at the moment of impact, so the force of the blow sent the lithe pinkette sprawling backwards onto the floor.
“I was willing to let it go this time, you’re still new at this. But, don’t let it happen again. I expect better from you.”
Breathing hard from where she was collapsed on the ground, spread out before him, Olivia looked up with eyes full of wonder. The pain was minimal, she knew Robin loved her, he’d never truly hurt her… But the sting of humiliation was almost unimaginable, she’d never, ever, been so degraded in all her life. Her entire body flooded with warmth and she shivered in undignified delight, moaning wantonly, “Ahh, hhaaa, thank you Master…”
Robin raised an eyebrow, “Master...?”
Olivia jerked to a stop, suddenly realising what she’d said the flush of bliss on her cheeks changed to one of nervous shame and she looked away, “Is… is th-that not okay?”
He sighed. That wasn’t some small slip of the tongue, no doubt she’d just accidently spoken aloud the way she’d been referring to him in her head for some time now.
It was baffling. For all his pride as a Tactician, he really did not know what to make of Olivia’s devotion to him. It was true that he’d set out to seduce her and to make her his woman, but he’d only intended to convince her he’d fallen helplessly in love with her, to offer himself as a comforting presence in contrast to her lonely, troubled marriage and to create a scenario wherein she could fall in love with him in return. He’d stacked the cards in his favour, but he’d promised himself that for her, or any of his other women, it would always be their choice to be with him, that it would always be on their terms. And far beyond his expectations, instead of something akin to the melodramatic love dramas she acted out on stage, the sheer intensity of the relationship she sought from him and the complete willingness she had in giving herself to him, constantly took him by surprise.
He supposed he should have seen this coming. In many ways Olivia was a perfect fit for his uncontrollable instincts. She’d talked before about wanting to belong to him in ways that he knew was no joke; she’d asked him to bind her to his side, both emotionally and physically, he’d already known she wanted to be conquered by him, to be owned by him and to devote herself to him. He’d compared them before, but really, she truly was far too similar to Tharja.
Which wasn’t to say it wasn’t appealing. He didn’t think there was a man alive who wouldn’t be aroused at the thought of a beautiful, intelligent woman like Olivia submitting herself to him like that. In truth, his heart was pounding hard and the fire ever burning inside him was crackling hot with delight.
“It’s not that I mind, I was just surprised.”
Still looking away, Olivia tremulously began to explain, “It’s just… I love you, Robin. Even though I’m married, I… I can’t help it, even though I tried not to fall for you, I still did. I k-know I can’t marry you, I love Gregor and I could never leave him, but, but, it’s just different when I’m with him. More than I ever realised, I was so lost and lonely, for so long, and it was you that saved me from that. I-I, hehe, I guess you probably never realised what it meant to me, when you offered me a place at your side, but it made me so happy, happier than anything. Being with you, helping you, belonging to you, has made me happier than I’ve ever been since the war, it just… I can’t explain it… it just feels right, like, like it’s something I’ve wanted for all my life.
“I was always alone, and always unneeded, people helped me, but I could never do much in return. Then… Then, the Shepherds gave me somewhere to belong, th-they relied on me as much as anyone else, I-hhaha, it feels like a dream… Even someone like me helped save the world… But, after the war, everyone went their own separate ways and I was… Just by myself. But then, then you came and, you needed me, and… I don’t care how you need me, I don’t care if I’m your lover, your servant, your whore, your slave, I don’t care at all. Whatever you want from me, s-so, so long as I can help you, so long as I have a place at your side…”
So, Gregor would remain her husband, but Robin would be her master. It seemed Olivia had found a place in her heart for both the men she loved.
The Tactician nodded in reply. It was a shock to hear it aloud, but nothing she’d said was anything he hadn’t been able to guess. From her life as a gypsy, through to helping Basilio and joining the Shepherds, Olivia had relied on her ability to support others to give herself an idea of self-worth. When the Shepherds retired and she was left with just her family, with Inigo travelling and Gregor out drinking, he imagined the only thing she could think to do to support them was to provide money for the family. He’d always recognised her loneliness, that’s why he’d backed himself to seduce her in the first place but it was the depth of that loneliness and the wholeheartedness that Olivia drew her self-identity from being needed that surprised him.
It was still strange to him that she would unilaterally declare herself his property, or that she would give herself to him so completely, but, while it certainly wasn’t what he’d intended, he understood. Rather than wanting freedom, she wanted to belong, she wanted a place to belong that she knew would always be hers. She saw him as being just as lonely as her, she believed that he’d fallen in love with her as she had with him, and so she’d realised that if she became his, if she was able to help him, then she’d never need to worry about being needed again. She really was far too similar to Tharja, he decided again, although perhaps, a little more selfish.
Running a hand through his hair, Robin took a moment to choose his words.
“You know… It’s not so different for me either. Naga, even before you were married, I could scarcely take my eyes off you, I was, I was happy for you of course but still I…” acting as if he was letting a thought manage to say aloud trail off, Robin reached down and gently turned her head gently back towards him. He spoke with every drop of conviction he could manage, earnestly telling her the half-truths he knew she was so desperate to hear, “Look, all that matters is, Olivia… You know I need you, you’ve seen that for yourself!
“All three of the wars we fought… All the people that were hurt, or killed… All of it, every single bit of it, came back to Grima, to my father, and, to me. Ever since I came back, more than anything, I wanted to set things right. I’m not so arrogant as to think I can help the whole world, but I owe Chrom everything, I wanted to at least do what I could for Ylisse. I was too proud to ask for help from anyone, I wanted to let everyone enjoy the peace they’d fought for without worry, so I wound up isolated away, more than I ever realised… I never even noticed how much Morgan was worrying about me. By the time I met you, I was at my limit, drowning in my work. I was lost and lonely and… Olivia, you saved me.”
Seeing her looking so adoringly up at him, for a moment, Robin had considered finally telling her the full story. But, he knew he couldn’t. No matter how dedicated she claimed to be, if she, or Nowi, or Lissa were to learn the truth about his desires, then they would surely wonder if the feelings he claimed to have for them were real, or if he was simply using them for the sake of slaking his instincts. He couldn’t allow that seed of doubt to exist.
Still, he consoled himself as he stroked his fingers tenderly across the dancer’s cheek, what he told her was true, in its own way. Not the words he spoke, of course, but the meaning behind them. He did need her, just not for the work she did supporting him, so much as for the release she gave him from his unquenchable lust. He did truly love her and always had, just not in the same way that she now loved him, he loved all the Shepherds, but only Lucina held his heart fully. And, he had been lost and lonely following his return, he’d spent his time hiding away from his friends, living in fear of the changes taking over his body. Just as he’d said, she truly had saved him from that, and just as he’d said, he wouldn’t be able to easily separate from her anymore, not now that he’d made her his own. Despite his deception, he’d never lied to her; she had no need to know the full truth, he would still make her as happy as he could, to the best of his abilities, just as he’d promised with Nowi, he would make sure he was worthy of her love.
“You’ve seen my workload, there’s an impossible amount still to be done. But, I know if I’ve got you by my side, we can do it, together.”
“I’ll help, I’ll do as much as I can! I owe everything to Ylisse too! And, and to you!”
“It is a little strange to hear you speak to me that, it’s not what I imagined our relationship would be… But, I, ah, I kind’a like it too. So, if it makes you happy, then, so long as it’s just in private, go ahead and call me whatever you’d like,” he conceded a moment later, speaking honestly this time, “But, Olivia… Naga! You know, if you go this far, I’ll never be able to let you go! I’m not like Gregor, who’s happy to let you spend all your time with another man. I won’t let you leave me, even if I have to chain you to my desk and keep you only to dance with me. I’m a jealous man, I won’t share you and I’ll never let another man touch you, not even your husband. Are you sure you’re okay with that?”
Looking at the way her eyes shone and how her body trembled, her answer was never in doubt.
“O-Of course! I want that too! I’m for your exclusive use! I, I can’t be your wife, but, I’ll be your woman, your lover, I’ll, I’ll be your whore, or your slave, or whatever you want, Master!”
Beaming in delight and, with their conversation now decided, Olivia closed the distance between them once more. Remaining on her knees, she wrapped her arms around the Tactician’s waist and returned her lips to suckling obediently on the head of his cock. Her master’s shaft was standing before her eyes after all, unless she was instructed otherwise, it was only natural she would service it.
Smiling in appreciation at his mistress’s fast learning, Robin sank back into his chair once more, leaning back into the cushion and guiding Olivia’s lips down his length as he did so, closing his eyes and simply enjoying her loving, clumsy care.
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It was some time (and two loads) later before Olivia spoke again, tilting her head up and laying his shaft heavily across the length of her face, “I know I shouldn’t have been listening, but, I don’t disagree with Inigo’s words.”
“Oh?”
“It’s… it’s something I’ve thought of myself several times already. I think it would be a good idea for you to take a wife. You should have another woman who can take care of you at home, when I can’t. And it would look far less suspicious for me to be spending time with you like this, if you did.”
Once again, despite all his pride in himself as a Tactician, the Shepherd’s dancer had taken him completely by surprise. Pulling himself upright, Robin stared in bewilderment down at where the pinkette had returned to laying kisses along his cock, “You’re really suggesting-You’re saying you’d be fine with that? Me being with another woman?”
“Of course.”
“Wouldn’t that make you jealous?” he narrowed his eyes, trying to make absolutely certain of what he was being told, “I already said I’m never going to let any other man touch you.”
Despite all she’d done, and despite the fact her face was currently crowned by the Tactician’s cock, it was only now Olivia blushed. Chewing on her lips at the memory, her mind returned to the dream she’d seen so vividly, the image of Robin lying on his bed, surrounded on all sides by his wives, but with eyes only for her as she performed before him. The bangle around her ankle shifted with a comforting weight and, for a moment, she could almost feel the welcome surety of Robin’s shackle around her leg, and of her chain securely in his hands.
“It’s… It’s only natural, isn’t it? I belong to you, b-but, but you don’t belong to me, it’d be wrong of me to want to monopolise you. A sword has only one master, but a swordsman can have many swords,” Olivia nodded to herself at her logic, it was a thought she’d returned to many times recently and one she’d found surprisingly easy to accept. She was his first woman, she was the one who’d supported and accepted him, that was more than enough for her, “I... I think if a man can only make one woman happy, then he should only be with one woman. But, but you’ve always done much more than that! You’ve always made everyone around you very happy! I-If you can make anyone else as, as happy as you make me, then, then you absolutely should!”
Taking hold of her head and guiding her eagerly back in place down his shaft, Robin didn’t answer immediately. Leaning back into the seat with a deep sigh, he closed his eyes, his mind spinning wildly with what she’d just told him.
And strangely, more than anything else, he found his thoughts returning to Inigo’s earlier quote, ‘A true man wants two things, danger and play. For that reason he wants women, the most dangerous plaything.’
Danger indeed.
The thought that came to mind immediately from Olivia’s declaration, the thought he found himself unable to dismiss, was beyond dangerous. It was yet another crazy, unnecessary risk that would complicate everything. He knew better than this. He knew the stakes were too high to do anything but make the safest choices available… And yet, the emotions now boiling inside him, the desire suddenly raging hot through his body, made it almost irresistible! And, it wasn’t simply his Draconic instincts that were responding to her suggestion; Robin was a Tactician, someone who’d fought wars on the greatest possible scale, who had challenged himself against the most renowned generals and strategists of the world. His soul chafed in retirement. He craved excitement, he needed a trial.
Complicating things only made his ruin more likely… And yet, the challenge, and the thought of the potential reward, was utterly intoxicating.
If he was still the same man he had been before his resurrection, he would never have considered it but, as he was now, it took Robin barely a few minutes of frenzied internal debate before he pushed Olivia backwards off his cock, rising to his feet with a wide, excited smile and a shiver of excitement coursing up his body.
“Lon’qu’s carriage should be leaving, right around now.”
He’d originally planned to assign Olivia some task for Morgan and leave her behind, but now…
“Get dressed and come with me. I want to make sure Lissa’s alright and, I’ll need your help.”
The words had their intended effect. Beaming in delight, the dancer practically dived back below his desk, scrambling for the skimpy black and purple outfit she’d so happily discarded earlier.
“Y-Yes, Master!”
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The carriage was half-way out of Ylisse before the driver, a young boy sitting next to Lon’qu, finally broke the silence. Sparing a glance back at where their other companion, the famously loud, blonde Swordsman, was already slumped over and back asleep, he confirmed there was no-one to over hear them, “Was… Um, was that really okay? Leaving Princess Lissa like that? She seemed furious!”
Being an Ylissean himself, the sight of a member of their royal family being so obviously incensed was a terrifying thought and not one he’d soon forget.
Folding his hands with a grimace, Lon’qu gave a snort, “It was unavoidable,” clearly he hadn’t relished the sight of his wife so upset either, “Regna Ferox is no place for her. It’s hard and cold, a place for men. And, when we arrive I’ll be too busy to give her the time she deserves. I won’t take her somewhere like that, I won’t put her in that situation.”
Silence reigned for several long moments after that, as a driver slowly deciphered his words and realised just what the famous swordsman was implying, “Y-Y-You think… You think she’d cheat on you? The… The Princess?”
Princess Lissa was a bright, beautiful and cheerful woman, she was beloved across the Halidom and her young, carefree nature inspired a protective instinct from many men across her land, especially among the men who worked near the Palace itself. The announcement that she’d been married had sent waves of shock through many, akin to the thought of their own little sister being wed, to this day it was difficult for many Ylisseans to imagine someone as innocent as her as a wife and woman… To even consider Lissa, of all people, not just being with a man, but being unfaithful to her husband… It was unthinkable! It was tantamount of treason, or blasphemy!
“Of course, she would never intend to,” the foreign Prince’s words were sharp and cold, as if he’d already regretted speaking aloud in the first place, “But, this for is a Khanate tournament. There’ll be endless alcohol, non-stop feasting and strong, wilful men surrounding us on all sides.”
A place of revelry and of debauchery, of when the strongest men and women across the world got together, drank merrily and celebrated -or commiserated- to their hearts content.
At length Lon’qu spoke again, turning his head to the clouds and talking as much for himself as for the young boy beside him, “The life of a swordsman is about walking through danger while avoiding risks. I would never risk her so easily.”
He was her husband, the man closer to her than any other, the man who understood her better than any other. He knew just how friendly and just how bright his wife was, he could hardly seclude her in their room in Ferox, she would make friends with all comers and be drawn into the drinking, the games and all the celebrations. Taking her along and then leaving her alone in a situation like that would be tantamount of throwing her to a sea of rabid dogs. Of course, he trusted her, and of course he knew how strong she was; the chances of something actually happening was absolutely minimal, he was fully aware of that. But still, he cherished her far too highly to put her in such a situation, she was a Princess, and she was the woman who loved him, he would never risk letting her be disgraced.
Closing his eyes, he leant back into his seat with a sigh, his mind coming once more to the same conclusion.
Even if it made her angry, leaving her in Ylisstol was the safest choice. At least that way he knew she had the other Shepherds to look after her dignity while he was away. If it upset her or strained their marriage, that was an unfortunate price to pay, but there would be time to make everything right when this was all over.
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Lying facedown atop her bed, Lissa’s body ached with pain and her chest heaved with sobs.
It hurt.
It hurt, so much.
Even knowing it would happen, still it hurt. Still her heart was flooded with an anger she could barely contain.
Her husband had left. The man she’d scarcely seen since the end of the war had abandoned her once more. He’d chosen a duty Basilio hadn’t even asked of him over her.
She’d known he would. And she knew everything wrong between them was all her fault. But still, she couldn’t hold back her tears. In some way, she knew that the pain and anger were proof of her feelings, that she did care and that she had truly wanted him to stay. If it was nothing more than her own pride and vanity, then she wouldn’t be half as miserable, nor anywhere near so infuriated.
It hurt. And Lissa regretted. And she mourned, and she let go; she didn’t know when she’d see her husband again, maybe weeks, maybe months, but she knew that when she did, she wouldn’t be able to think of herself as his wife anymore. The man she’d loved had left her unwanted, and another had taken his place.
‘Lon… Did you really not notice, that I belong to someone else now? That while you were gone, another man made me his woman?’
The door to her room clicked open, and in that heartbeat, Lissa’s entire body suddenly shivered with heated anticipation. Sitting up on the bed, a warmth grew between her legs like a switch had been thrown inside her.
“Robin!”
She called out for him, already halfway across the room. She knew it was him, she knew he would come for her. It was the same anytime she was hurting,
Chrom wouldn’t want to set her off, so he’d keep his distance until things settled down, rather than make it worse.
Maribelle would give her the space she thought she needed, giving her time by herself.
Frederick would never dare come to her room uninvited.
Only Robin understood her, only Robin understood that when she was in pain, or when she was angry, all Lissa ever wanted was to be held tight. The Tactician’s familiar, comforting smile filled her vision and Lissa’s cheeks flushed bright red. Because, just as Robin understood her, she, in turn, understood him. And, she knew, as he was now, Robin would never be satisfied knowing she was hung up on another man. ‘Sorry Lon…’ her husband hadn’t wanted her, he’d passed up touching her, so instead, ‘He’s going to push me down and fuck me, until I forget all about you.’ Between her anger, her hurt and her shifted loyalty to the Tactician, she wanted nothing else.
And then, one half-step away from the Grandmaster, with her arms reaching up to lock around his neck and everything playing out exactly as she’d expected, Lissa’s thoughts suddenly crashed to a halt, “E-Eh?” she stopped, striking a ridiculous pose as she paused awkwardly in place, “Olivia?”
“Y-Yes, uhh, hello Lissa.”
Looking out from where she was cowering, nervously as ever, behind the man’s back, the Dancer waved a timid greeting to the surprised Princess.
“Hey there Lissa,” entirely unaffected by the girl’s shock, Robin covered the distance between them and collected Lissa into his arms, wrapping himself around her and pulling her into a tight embrace. His touch was as warm and tender as ever but, as his hand slid possessively down her body, cupping her ass and pushing two fingers between her legs, he made it unmistakably clear that this was not an embrace between friends. This was a man taking what was his.
“E-Eh!?” Lissa gaped, even as her arms linked instinctively around his neck and her body shivered at his caress. Him taking hold of her was nothing unusual, but him doing so in-front of someone else very much was!
“A-Ah!?” Olivia’s jaw dropped just as far, even as she obediently closed the door behind them. She hadn’t known what to think when he’d told her they were going to look after Lissa, a married woman, but this was far beyond any expectation!
Keeping the same cheeky smile, while still holding Lissa wrapped around him, Robin reached over for Olivia’s hand, pulling her along as he led both woman through the room, sitting them down atop the Princess’s bed.
“Lissa, you don’t mind if Olivia joins, do you?”
“That… Is that really alright? But, she’s mar-”
“Well,” he interrupted, stroking her cheek, “Everyone has their own circumstances, don’t they?”
Lissa paused, her surprise slowly fading away as she considered his words. While she didn’t know much about Olivia’s private life, none of the Shepherds could possibly have missed the tales of Gregor’s escapades across town. She’d never even thought of it before, but now that she was put on the spot, she realised that it wouldn’t take much to imagine that the Dancer was just as hurt and just as lonely as she was.
It was then, as she paused in momentary reflection, that she noticed the enticing aroma from the woman seated beside her, her heart racing as she suddenly recognised the sheen on Olivia’s skin. She’d obviously cleaned herself up, but the signs were still unmistakable; Olivia, the Shepherd’s shy, innocent dancer, was wearing Robin’s seed across her face. She had already been soiled. She’d walked all the way here already like that.
The heat between Lissa’s legs grew hotter and she realised just how much that thought excited her.
It was strange really, for all the loyalty she felt towards Robin, he offered her none in return. He’d already made it perfectly clear that the woman he loved most of all was Lucina and, with how he’d brought Tharja into their relationship, he’d made it equally clear that he had no intention of remaining true to Lissa, or with replacing Lon’qu. And here he was now, without a single explanation or apology, brazenly showing off that he’d taken another lover besides her and Tharja…
…And, stranger still, rather than angering her, that knowledge only aroused her even more. Playing around with women’s hearts to this extent, Robin was obviously even more of a scumbag than she’d expected, but she didn’t mind in the least; sharing him with Tharja had already been among the best sex of her life, it had been intense, passionate and addicting, and she’d wanted more.
Lissa knew she wouldn’t soon forget the dream she’d had, of seeing him with Maribelle, and just how her body had thrilled at the thought of seeing her best friend working herself down the Tactician’s thick shaft. Nor would she forget the shameless indulgence she’d allowed herself in response- how she’d captured the noblewoman’s lips for herself, selfishly claiming Maribelle’s first kiss between women, as well as giving away her own.
“Y-Yeah, sorry, you’re right. I shouldn’t have asked,” Olivia was the same as her and the same as Tharja. That was all that mattered. She shouldn’t try pry into the details of her friend’s marriage, after all, she wouldn’t want to discuss her own situation. Resolved, Lissa smiled eagerly, “And, of course, Olivia! You’re always welcome with me!”
Smiling gratefully, Robin pulled her up towards him, meeting her lips with her own and drawing her into a warm, soft kiss for several long moments before releasing her slowly back down and turning his attention to their companion.
“Olivia, Lissa is feeling lost and lonely right now. So, me and you, we’re going to cheer her up, alright?”
Swallowing heavily and half panicked by the fact that she’d just seen one of her most trusted friends and the youngest Princess of Ylisse, kissing someone who was definitely NOT her husband, the pinkette Dancer just gaped in abject shock.
Her mind spun in a frenzy, she’d been simply following Robin’s lead when she’d been taken here. Was this to do with the conversation they’d had back in his office about him finding a wife? She hadn’t meant anything like this! It was all far from any possible expectation and she couldn’t begin to make sense of what was going on, or even what was being asked of her… let alone trying to understand the predatory way Lissa was now smiling at her.
It was then, flinching to herself in fright, that Olivia dropped her gaze… And then, when she saw herself, and remembered what she was wearing, that she had clothed herself today, as ever, in Robin’s colours. Soothed by that thought, as much as by the comforting weight around her ankle, her shock subsided and Olivia finally remembered herself.
She was here because Robin wanted her to be here. She didn’t understand because she didn’t need to understand. If she’d needed to know the details, then her master would have explained them to her. All that mattered was that he’d brought her here because he needed her. And now, he was asking if she would help him, her answer couldn’t have been more obvious!
“Of course! I’ll do whatever I can!”
“Good girls. Well then, this is what you both wanted, isn’t it?”
So saying, the Tactician calmly loosened his belt, tugging his pants down enough to free his still-hard cock, leaving it bouncing into the air before them, unrestrained and dauntingly massive, he held it in place between them, barely a few centimetres from their flushed cheeks.
“Ah!”
“Oh!”
With a sharp intake of breath and the sound of both women whetting their mouths simultaneously, the atmosphere of the entire room suddenly changed.
This was the cock that had conquered them both, the shaft that had laid a permanent claim upon both their bodies that their husbands could never match. It was if a switch had been thrown within them at the sight of it. Nothing more needed to be said, they were both instantly entranced and utterly subdued.
Lissa, having long lost any shame at performing lewd acts alongside another woman, made the first move. Rolling her tongue out as she leaned forwards, she ran it along the full length of his shaft in one long, slow motion, eagerly savouring the Tactician’s taste. Olivia followed suit only a moment later, pursing her lips back in their rightful place around his cockhead, letting out a low moan and she suckled greedily atop his glans. Falling into motion, the girls shuffled closer together, their arms twinning around the Tactician’s waist and their bodies pressing hot against one another as they shifted into position. Engulfed in the same excited, depraved hunger, neither married women had any patience for teasing, groaning in shared need, they instantly began moving faster and more desperately.
Leaving one arm tight around her lover’s waist, Lissa wrapped the other around the Dancer, facing her directly and pulling Olivia up tight against her as she trailed her lips down Robin’s cock. Her body shivered in desire as she felt her friend’s large, soft breasts squished heavily against her own somewhat more modest pair, and Lissa squeezed her in even tighter, delighting in the shy woman’s clear arousal and kissing deeper around their shared cock, laying hard, hungry kisses down his shaft.
Gasping softly at the feeling of Lissa’s body against hers, and the sensation of their soft breasts and hard nipples rubbing against each other, through their clothing, Olivia flushed even deeper, both with embarrassment and desire. Drawing on all the experience she’d gained from her profession, she dutifully followed the Princess’s lead, matching the other woman’s motions. Taking control of the tempo, she turned the grinding of their bodies together into a slow, lusty dance, pressing herself just as heavily into the Princess as they slid against one another. And, matching her rhythm to the blonde’s, she pushed her own lips down along Robin’s shaft, laying her own kisses along his length, perfectly in synch.
Placing his hands atop both their heads, threading his fingers through their hair, Robin leaned back, groaning in delight. Lissa was vastly more skilled, but Olivia was incredibly adept at matching her pace to another’s, and the result was a wonderous duet. Rather than the endearingly clumsy service the dancer had given him earlier, this was pure cock-worship, guided by Robin’s most experienced lover.
“O-Oh, it’s twitching… Hahmm, you’re feeling that good already, eh?” Lissa giggled up at him, from where her tongue was currently flicking across his glans, “Mmm! Are you that excited to be doing it in my room? Or is it because Olivia’s here?”
“Am, am I doing it right? I’ve never do-Ah!?” Olivia’s words were suddenly cut off in surprise as, in her efforts to match the Princess’s movements, her own ran into the blonde’s. Given their position, it should have been expected, but, having never even considered being so intimate with another woman, she was taken completely un-prepared, and, with the way she could feel the younger girl’s body wrapped tight around hers, grinding sensually against her, it was a remarkably intense feeling.
It took Olivia a moment to recover, but even so, she refused to back down. Despite her surprise, Olivia’s mouth never strayed from her master’s cock. Meeting the Princess’s questioning gaze, she urged her on, more than willing to follow her friend’s lead, whatever it took to better service the man they’d both given themselves to.
Sliding down, Lissa opened her lips wide in a deep kiss against her side of Robin’s glans. And, facing her, Olivia followed suit. Holding the girthy cockhead between their mouths, Lissa’s free hand slid up the dancer’s back and curled around the back of her head, while Olivia’s did the same in reply and the two girls pulled each other together in heated embrace; their lips and tongues meeting in brief dances as they turned their heads this way and that, showing off their eager submission and sharing a wanton kiss around the now twitching shaft.
Shifting their positions, the Princess pulled away first, gently pulling Olivia’s head around, she guided the Dancer’s lips down Robin’s shaft as she trailed her own lips down his underside, spending several long moments tonguing along the length below where Olivia was able to swallow before sliding herself all the way down and gently suckling on the Tactician’s balls.
An electric shiver surged up Robin’s spine and he moaned aloud without having even intended to; feeling Lissa carefully rolling his balls around her mouth at the same time as Olivia’s lips bobbed up and down, reaching almost halfway down his shaft, Lissa’s soft tongue caressing his most sensitive part, Olivia’s throat constricting around him- he couldn’t help but gasp in response!
Feeling his balls pulsing against her tongue and recognising that the Tactician was getting close to the edge, Lissa moved again, sitting upright and moving so she and Olivia were both sitting shoulder to shoulder, directly facing him. Taking the Dancer’s hand and entwining her fingers with her own around the base of her cock, she pulled the heavy shaft away from her friend’s mouth, she sank down in her place, moaning around her beloved cock as she felt it filling her mouth and stretching out her throat once more.
“A-Ahhh,” Olivia whined in regret at the sight.
But, the Princess was not selfish, after swallowing as much of Robin as she could manage, Lissa pulled herself off, releasing him from between her pursed lips with a sigh, she pointed the massive rod back towards the Pinkette, who eagerly accepted, drawing it back down inside her once more before repeating the same gesture back. And so, sitting side by side, with their hands pumping up and down along the base of his shaft, both ladies alternated sucking him in turn, their heads bobbing up and down along the length of his rod passing him back and forth in a fast building rhythm.
Even for Robin, after being pleasured so thoroughly, something like this was far more than he could take. Rearing back and squeezing his eyes shut as the intense sensations crashed through him, he let out one final guttural cry before finally exploding!
Whether due to her experience or simply pure luck, it was the Princess’s lips that were wrapped around his shaft when the Tactician suddenly went over the edge. Eyes bulging wide as she felt his cock abruptly swell and throb inside her, Lissa wrapped her lips as tight as she could around him, her body seizing up a moment later when he suddenly unloaded, firing rope after rope of hot, viscous seed directly down her throat.
“UAhgMMMMM!”
Groaning with a mixture of both intense shock and deep arousal, Lissa swallowed as desperately as she could manage, drinking down as much of the heavy load as possible. Only finally pulling back when the sheer pressure overwhelmed her, by the time Robin’s shaft finally slipped from between her now pursed lips, every millimetre of her throat was painted in his colours and her cheeks were utterly stuffed with his cum. Dazed with the rush of delight, Lissa only offered a contented, wanton smile as the last of Robin’s release splashed across her face, the sticky seed coating her lightly-tanned skin, and dripping down the full length of her features, holding his seed still in her mouth she happily savoured the flavour.
Robin stepped back, panting heavily but, as usual, seemingly no less aroused than he had been just a moment ago. However, a moment later, as her thoughts returned and she began to relax, it was then that Lissa noticed the quiet whining sound coming from beside her and saw the envious, pleading look in Olivia’s eyes.
‘Heh.’
Tharja, of course, would have simply pushed her down and licked her clean. But, Olivia wasn’t Tharja. And, she thought as a delightful thrill ran up her spine, this was exactly what she’d wanted, to experience the differences between them, to try things she’d never considered and feel what it was like sharing Robin with all kinds of women. This was the moment she’d known was coming for some time now.
‘Sorry Maribelle, I’m glad you were my first… But, I’m going on ahead!’
Smirking hungrily, she turned on the spot, quickly taking hold of the dancer and pushing her down onto the bed,
“A-AH!? I-ah-UUHMMMM!?”
And, just as quickly, she captured the other woman’s mouth with her own, groaning softly as she passed the thick, sticky seed, still sitting between her lips across. Olivia resisted for a moment in surprise, her body tensing up as she felt Lissa’s tongue playing against her own, but, the Dancer had been thoroughly tamed and as soon as she recognised her Master’s taste, she relaxed once more.
Her mind soared through the clouds and her limbs turned to jelly. Wrapping her body instinctively around her blonde friend, their tongues danced together, and their kiss grew even deeper.
“Mmmaahh!”
“OhhmMMMmmm!”
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Nowi stirred as the woman beside her stretched out under the covers they’d been sharing.
In truth, the young Manakete rarely slept in and had been more or less awake for some time now. But, wrapped up in a very soft mattress, and snuggled up against her best friend, she’d been far too comfortable to want to properly wake up, and so had been dozing on and off for the last hour or so. While it was fairly common for Nowi to invite herself into the Dark Mage’s bed, never before had she slept wrapped up in Tharja’s arms, and especially not while the two of them were completely naked. In fact, aside from her few times sleeping in Robin’s arms, she’d never felt anything like this before at all, it left her feeling warm, loved and very, very happy.
Some small part of her was sure she’d like it even more if Robin was still in bed with them, but evidently he’d gotten up and left them some time earlier. She vaguely recalled a hazy memory of him wishing them a good morning and kissing them goodbye, but that could just as easily have been her imagination.
“Morning Sis!” Nowi grinned, laughing lightly as she watched Tharja waking up before her eyes, not missing how the Dark Mage immediately looked around, clearly seeking the company of their missing lover, “Yeah, Robin’s already gone, unfortunately. Shame… I want to play some more too.”
Blinking herself awake, Tharja raised an eyebrow. She’d woken up beside Nowi many times and, although the feeling of the smaller woman’s warm body pressed naked against her own was quite the novelty, she doubted that alone accounted for the Dragon’s flushed expression, “Oh?” she teased with a thoroughly amused smirk, “First thing in the morning, and you’re already horny for more?”
Holding Nowi against her with her left arm, she slid her right between them, trailing it down the Manakete’s stomach and dancing her fingers teasingly down the smaller girl’s bare waist, dragging them between her friend’s legs and across her pussy, smiling in delight as she felt the familiar warm juices already spreading across her thighs.
“I-Aii, I can’t help it!” Nowi answered, her voice hitching as her hips bucked against the Sorceress’s teasing fingers, “I ju-just really like it when he touches me. Ahh, and, and same for you! You felt really good too last night, Tharja!”
“Heheh… he’s really had quite the effect on you, hasn’t he?”
Tharja supposed she only had the Princess to compare it to, but Lissa was never this turned on just after waking up, and especially not when Robin had already left them. Was this reaction to do with the girl’s Draconic nature?
“Well… I can’t exactly say I’m any different,” peeling one of Nowi’s hands from behind her back, she guided it down between her own legs, shivering lightly at the contact as she let the Manakete feel the exact same wetness pooling across her own thighs, “And, there really is nothing quite like doing it first thing in the morning.”
So saying, Tharja pulled away, sliding out of the smaller girl’s arms and rolling off the bed, stretching her arms out above her head with a sigh.
Following her from the bed, Nowi swallowed. She’d known Tharja for years now, but watching from behind as her friend obliviously flaunted her naked body, this was perhaps the first time she’d truly appreciate just how truly beautiful she was, from her pristine white skin, to the toned, trim lines of her figured, to the enticing curves of her hips and the tight, erotic bounciness of her soft, round ass, the Dark Mage was absolutely stunning. She’d never considered another girl like this before and, while it didn’t arouse her in the same manner that thinking about Robin did, the thought that this was the woman she’d had sex with just the previous night still made her heart race.
She paused.
‘I had sex with Tharja,’ she turned that thought over in her head a few times, everything last night had happened too fast and felt too good to properly process it, ‘I… I really liked it! And, and she’s my little sister now, so, we can keep doing it!’
“I’ve never done anything like what we did last night before!” Nowi declared, leaning back into the mattress with a bright laugh. Her body was shivered a little at losing the warm and pleasant contact but, despite how aroused she was and as much she enjoyed her sister’s fingers between her legs (along with the memory of her tongue there), a woman’s touch wasn’t really what she was craving right now, “Last night was REALLY fun though, wasn’t it?”
“So it was. But… Last night was only the prelude.”
“Huh? What’cha mean?”
Rather than answering, Tharja turned her gaze towards the window, taking note of the sun shining through and mumbling aloud, “Little before, then… So, Lon’qu should have left by now? Hmm, so then, Lissa…”
“Thaaarja? Sis?”
A brief surge of magic and a wave of the Sorceress’s hand recovered her thin clothing that the Grandmaster had so eagerly from her stripped the previous night, and, turning around with another wave, she gestured for the young Manakete to get out of bed and join her, “Hehe… Well, with so many more who can join us, don’t you think things are only going to get even more fun from now on?”
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Despite being the one who was supposed to be being cared for, Lissa had insisted that Olivia go ahead of her. Having slid around behind the dancer and pulled her down to the bed, holding Olivia face-up atop her and wrapping her arms tight around the Feroxian’s silken smooth skin, the Princess was thoroughly delighting in watching Robin completely dominating her lissom body. Just like her times wrapped up in Tharja’s surprisingly gentle embrace, and just like her dream of Maribelle, this was a new thrill that she’d only recently discovered within herself; these were strong, beautiful women, people she respected and cared deeply for- watching them submit themselves to him so shamelessly, seeing them moaning and thrashing, shaking their hips wildly and clinging desperately to him, making the most embarrassing expressions possible as they surrendered to him in exactly the same way she always did, excited Lissa in ways she could scarcely put into words. Olivia was usually so shy and graceful, watching her abandon her dignity alongside her wedding vows was amazing.
Perhaps that was why she’d been so accepting of the idea of sharing Robin with other women, and why she’d been practically waiting for him to bring more women into bed with her.
Lissa couldn’t help but marvel; she knew she was quite small herself, but Olivia’s body was so light and slender, watching enthralled when Robin had pulled the dancer’s legs apart and opened her pussy wide around his thick shaft, it hadn’t seemed possible for her to take such a massive length inside her. However, clearly very accustomed to the Pinkette’s body, Robin hadn’t hesitated for even a moment, sitting upright before them, he was holding tight to Olivia’s spread legs, using them for leverage as he continuously slammed his cock roughly into her, driving his length all the way to her womb. Feeling her friend buck and shake against his every thrust, and hearing her scream, louder with each time Robin hilted himself inside her, Lissa could only wonder if she looked just the same when she was with him, did she look just as small against his size? Was it hard to believe she’d be able to take him all the way into her either? She resolved to ask Tharja the next time she saw her, it wasn’t something she’d ever thought of before now, after-all, the Dark Mage was the only other woman Lissa had ever seen with the Tactician and, given her disposition, it was impossible to imagine her as anything except perfectly designed for Robin’s needs.
‘Ahh… I want to have sex with Tharja too…’
The Princess’s thoughts only drifted a moment before being quickly snapped back to the present as she felt Olivia’s body arc backwards atop her, a desperate cry slipping from the normally quiet girl’s lips easily filling the room as she crashed through an incredible climax. Robin had barely held anything back to begin with, but with his own peak quickly edging closer, he’d become downright merciless, holding onto her legs and pulling the dancer’s body back against his thrusts with an almost unnatural strength as he drove his cock harder, and faster, into her, burying it violently against the furthest depths of her pussy again and again, and making absolutely no pretences of his intentions- that he was using the married dancer’s incredibly body as nothing more than an outlet for his own release. Looking eagerly between the two lovers, and feeling their pleasure directly atop herself, Lissa’s body shivered in excitement and she wrapped her hands even tighter around her friend, holding her hands over the Pinkettte’s womb, as if to feel exactly where their shared lover’s cock was being sheathed within her.
“How is it? It feels like your whole body’s wrapped around him, doesn’t it?” Lissa breathed, sliding her hands back up to the dancer’s generous breasts, kneading and squeezing them as she spoke, “I bet Gregor’s cock doesn’t feel anything like this, does it?”
“I-I! AhhHHAA! I-I don’t remember! Hnghh! I’ve forgotten what he feels like!” Olivia admitted, screaming the words with great effort, shaking her bead back and forth as her body arched in pleasure, “NGHHA! I, hhha, I don’t want to think about him, n-not now! M-My body belongs to Robin! AH! HA! NAGA, it, it’s too much!”
He’d been getting close for some time now, but it was the dancer’s licentious admission that suddenly spurred Robin over the edge! Matching her scream with a cry of his own, he drove himself forwards, pushing his full weight into her as he buried himself to the hilt inside her tunnel and holding even tighter to her legs as he finally roared out his own release!
“GooOOOODS! AIAAH-”
“Ah-Hnnnngh!”
Both girls cried out happily in response.
Olivia’s scream was cut suddenly short, her voice dying as she was utterly overwhelmed by the rush of the Tactician’s release. Feeling him push her down and unload inside her, gasping as she felt the thick streams of his seed crashing against her deepest walls and flooding her womb, Olivia’s mind was seared white in pure bliss. Her eyes rolled back and her mouth hung open, her tongue falling pathetically out as she lost all reason, falling limply back into the Princess’s arms.
And Lissa, feeling every moment of this transferred directly to her through the dancer’s lithe body, moaned in delight as she rode out a small orgasm of her own.
For a long moment, the three of them stayed exactly like that, all locked in place, basking in mellow afterglow after such rough pleasure… But, only for a moment. The day was still young, and here was plenty of work left to do!
Taking hold of Olivia’s shoulders and assisting Robin in gently easing the dancer’s half-conscious form to the side, Lissa smiled warmly down at her friend. Everything about her, from the dazed look in her eyes, to the way her body was still softly quivering with lingering pleasure, to the sight of her tongue still hanging out of her mouth, made it unmistakably clear; beyond simply being satisfied, this was a woman who’d just been thoroughly fucked. It was exactly what Lissa had craved, exactly what she’d ached for so many times during her married life, and exactly what only Robin had ever done for her.
A point he proved a moment later when he pushed her back down onto the bed, hoisting her legs into the air around him and driving himself down into her (very) eager pussy in a heavy mating press, stretching her wide around him all the way to her womb.
“G-GoG-GoooDDDS!” Lissa screamed in joy, clenching desperately to his shoulders and cumming hard around him, almost from the moment he entered her, right until he was sheathed fully inside her, “H-Hhhaaa, N-Naga, th-that’s… incredible. Nghh, it’s so easy for you to drive me insane, isn’t it?”
She didn’t even attempt to hold herself back. She’d long since learned there was no point in trying to hold onto any sense of pride or dignity, even if she had wanted to, she couldn’t possibly resist him. The moment he wished for it, he would have her screaming like Olivia had, he would have her cumming like Olivia had and ultimately, when he was done with them, she knew she and Olivia would both end up lying side-by-side, barely conscious and with the same, unbelievably satisfied, fucked senseless look on their face. ‘Mmmm!’ Her body shivered in anticipation; it was surprisingly fun being toyed with like this, so long as it was by Robin- the man who’d claimed her love, and the man she’d yielded herself to.
“Hha, this, mmm, this really isn’t normal, is it?” She added with a light teasing tone, as she leaned back into the mattress, closing her eyes and simply savouring the feeling of being filled like this, before he decided to begin moving, “Aren’t guys meant to need a break afterwards? But, that’s twice now and, nghhaa, hha, it’s, it’s still so hard. You never seem to stop.”
To an extent, Robin had always been like this. Even during the wars, it had hardly been uncommon for them to go four or five rounds at a time, almost without pause, often multiple times a night. Having only ever been with the Tactician, it wasn’t something she’d ever given any thought to, until after her marriage, when she’d had to adjust to reality and her husband’s much smaller output. She’d always just put it off as a quirk of Robin’s, a difference between men, but now, ever since he’d come back and they’d rekindled their relationship, it felt far more intense than ever before. She wasn’t sure what to make of that. Of course, it was hard to make anything much of it right now, when she was currently coiled around the full length of his shaft, moaning softly, and not far from another, very satisfying, peak.
“When he’s got the chance to be with two beautiful women like this, what man would possibly stop?”
“Ahhauua, s-same as when you’re w-with me and Tharja?” many a night over recent weeks had been spent with the Dark Mage and the Princess laid out, side by side, or atop each other, soaked in his seed and their own juices, and far too exhausted to even stand up, “But, hha, what about when it’s just me, by myself?”
Leaning down, he kissed her, surprisingly tenderly considering how roughly she knew he was about to claim her, “Who could possibly resist your charms, Lissa?”
She melted.
“It’s the same for me too, you know? Nghha, what Olivia said, it’s the same for me! When, when we first got together again, I-hhaa-I couldn’t even move ontop of you at all, could I? But now, I can’t even remember what Lon feels like at all, I ju-just know this feels better!” she continued, her voice suddenly hitching several octaves as Robin began moving, driving the full length his cock through her in long, strong strokes. Roughly swinging his hips against hers as she screamed in delight, he wasted no time in pounding her waist deep into the soft mattress, “GNghaAA! Hhh, how about you? What’s it like, fucking me in my husband’s bed?”
Robin knew it was wrong. He’d taken this too far, much further than he’d ever planned for. He was only meant to be using her to cope with his condition, taking advantage of their past relationship to help calm the uncontrollable lusts that’d driven him to the very edge of madness. Anything between her and her husband should be none of his business at all. He didn’t want to break them up and he’d never made plans to steal her from him… But, just as it had with Olivia, a terribly selfish, draconic part of him smiled all the same. An intense sense of possessiveness had grown within him and now, no matter what his original intentions may have been, he saw them as his women. And, just as he would never consider sharing Lucina, he had no interest in allowing another man to touch any of his girls.
Being currently buried inside his best friend’s little sister, he knew this was no time for an internal moral debate. And so, he simply allowed himself to revel in a deep and fulfilling satisfaction, his smirk matching her own, “It’s wonderful. Feels better than ever, and you always feel incredible.”
“Hhah, well, you’re welcome here anytime you know? You’ve, NGHhaaa, you’ve already made me your woman, so it’s yours now too. Mmmm, you can bring other women here too if, hhaa, if you want, anyone you like, s-so, long as you let me join in too!”
Her legs kicked uselessly in the air, and her hips shook desperately up against his as her entire body shivered. He was right, she realised. It really did feel better than ever before, it was even more amazing than usual. They’d passed a point between them now that could never be taken back, and Lissa could feel herself soaring. It felt freeing in a way she’d never even imagined, as if she was throwing everything away and giving it all to Robin instead. It was a surprisingly appealing thought and it was that understanding alone that lingered within her as Robin’s cock slammed against her womb once more and, arching back with a wanton scream, Lissa’s world exploded in white light.
And then, it was just as she was losing herself in that moment, that the door to her room suddenly burst open!
What a sight this was to walk in on! The Shepherd’s famously shy dancer was lying spread out across the bed, her body still quivering softly in unmistakable pleasure and a thick stream of cum pooling down her thighs. And right beside her, rather than lamenting her husband’s latest absence, the Princess of Ylisse, was pinned under the Grandmaster, howling with delight as she surged through a powerful climax.
Thankfully, rather than being shocked, this incredible scene was exactly what their newest visitor had been expecting. After all, the door had been locked with the wards she’d taught Robin herself.
“Lissa!” Tharja called out, standing in the entrance with an approving smile as she surveyed the shameless depravity, “I’ve come to eat you out!”
“Abuh? Th…Tharja?”
Head spinning as she was abruptly dragged back to reality, Lissa only vaguely noticed that Robin barely seemed surprised by the intrusion at all. Shifting their positions with no more than a grunt, he pulled them both up until he was sitting on the edge of the bed, turning her around at the same time so she found herself now seated in his lap, facing towards the entrance with her legs spread open over his, showing exactly where the Tactician remained fully sheathed inside her.
Just from being moved around like that, with her pussy still stretched wide around him and his cockhead jostling against her deepest walls, Lissa had to bite back another smaller orgasm. Biting down on her lip and forcing her mind clear, she gaped in disbelief at the Sorceress as she processed the Plegian woman’s words.
“Me? You’re… Ahnn, you’re not here for Robin?”
Flicking the door closed behind her and replacing the wards with a wave of her hand, Tharja stalked confidently across the room, her wide hips swaying hypnotically with her every step. Her clothes disappeared with another wave of her hand and Lissa swallowed a suddenly dry mouth, once again drinking in the sight of the Sorceress’s incredible, nude body
“Of course I’m here for Robin. I belong to him. I don’t want to have sex if it’s not with him as well. But…” drawing out her words, she pressed her right hand against the Princess’s face, tracing her fingertips lovingly across her cheek, “But, I knew Robin would be here for you.”
“Ah,” leaning her head into the other woman’s soft hand with a welcoming smile, Lissa breathed out something between a sigh and a moan, “Tharja...”
“And so, I’m here to help Robin break you in. To make you submit to him, until you belong to him alone. Just the same as me.”
Stroking her fingertips tenderly across Lissa’s face, Tharja’s gaze was gentle and her voice almost melodic, a stark contrast to the nature of her words. Lissa couldn’t help but laugh in response.
“That already happened, a long time ago.”
Gentle smiles turned to eager smirks between both women and a moment of complete understanding passed between them. In everything from their backgrounds, to their personalities and beliefs, they couldn’t have been more different; but in this, they were exactly the same.
“Well then… In that case, I’m just here to help him make you feel good. Until you feel better.”
Without another word, Tharja sank to her knees, dropping to the floor at the foot of the bed she placed her hands atop Robin’s over Lissa’s hips and brought her lips directly to where the Tactician and Princess were connected. Pressing a soft kiss into his balls and practically shivering in eager anticipation, she rolled her tongue out, sliding it skilfully over her lover’s sack and all the way up along her friend’s throbbing pussy.
Throwing his head back with a loud gasp at the sudden burst of pleasure, Robin took that as his cue to start moving again. Taking a rough hold of the Blonde’s hips, he lifted her up, dragging her almost along the full length of his cock before slamming her harshly back down! Savouring her screams of delight as he began bouncing her in his lap, Robin was soon matching her cries with his own, shuddering as the Sorceress slid even closer towards them, hungrily tonguing his shaft each time he raised Lissa then smoothly switching to suckle on the Princess’s clit the moment he rammed her down.
“I wanna play too!”
Having been overshadowed by Tharja’s dramatic flair, Nowi was left still standing at the entrance, bouncing excitedly on the balls of her feet. Never one to dwell too long on the strange circumstances of her life, if Nowi was surprised to see her friend Lissa currently speared atop her lover’s cock, she gave no indication.
“You know you’re always welcome in my bed, Nowi.” Robin assured her, turning his attention, for a moment, from the Princess in his lap and the Sorceress between his legs.
Gigging happily, and in a stark contrast to the Dark Mage’s sensual stride, the young Manakete bounded across the room in two energetic leaps! However, Nowi was naturally a very sweet, considerate girl. She knew what it was like to be lonely, and if she ever saw anyone feeling left out she always made an effort to reach out to them. That was part of why she’d been forceful in making friends with the Tharja all those years ago and it was why now, rather than joining Robin as she may have liked, she leapt right past him and between the spread legs of the still recovering dancer!
“Uhhua, wha? Nowi?” still dazed from earlier, Olivia had only just pushed herself up to a half-seated position at hearing all the commotion. Still getting her bearings on just what was happening around her, she was absolutely unprepared as the lime-haired Manakete crashed onto the bed before her and buried her face directly between Olivia’s still quivering thighs, instantly pushing her tongue hungrily into the dancer’s pussy, “OHhWHHAA? HghhA-AHHH!”
Olivia crashed instantly back down onto the bed, her head spinning in confusion as her hips bucked automatically against the sudden rush of pleasure!
Having only experienced being with another woman the previous night, Nowi’s pussy (when it wasn’t stuffed with Robin’s cock, and sometimes when it was) had mostly been on the receiving end of Tharja’s skilled tongue techniques. So, this was the chance she’d wanted to dive right in and try them out for herself!
Leaning back over her shoulder to meet Robin’s lips in a desperate kiss, while threading her fingers through Tharja’s silken hair, Lissa abandoned control entirely to her two lovers. Screaming into Robin’s mouth as he used his strength to bounce her along the full length of his shaft and bucking her hips against the Sorceress’s tongue as it flicked across her clit or swirled along her labia, she crashed headlong through orgasm after orgasm, her world turning white with bliss once more.
Completely confused about what was happening, but far too aroused to resist it, Olivia’s hands held tight to the back of Nowi’s head as she squirmed and thrashed under the smaller girl’s care. Screaming aloud, her back arching off the bed and eyes glazing over as her still-sensitive body was electrified with pleasure once more. Much like Olivia’s own efforts with Robin earlier, Nowi’s ministrations were clumsy and awkward, but, just the same, what she lacked in experience, she more than made up for in sheer enthusiasm. And, the taste of Robin’s seed soaked all through the dancer’s pussy only spurred her on even more!
And so, within moments, the (thankfully silenced) room was filled even louder with the girl’s cries of delight; the sound of the Princess and Dancer both forgetting everything that’d troubled them and simply enjoying the sensation of drowning in desire.
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Later
After happily receiving two thick loads, Lissa had collapsed tiredly off Robin’s shaft, relinquishing her position.
Unexpectedly however, the spot had then been immediately claimed by the diminutive Manakete, who’d claimed it as her “Big Sister’s privilege” as she’d thrown herself into the Tactician’s arms. Nowi acting impulsively was no big shock, but seeing Tharja accept it with a calm smile certainly had been! Nodding her acceptance, the Dark Mage had slid across the bed to take up a spot between Olivia’s legs, humming in her own excitement as she ran her tongue along the length of the dancer’s incredible body. Teasing and caressing the Pinkette’s smooth skin, kneading her breasts and sucking on her nipples, Tharja pleasured the dancer in just the same way as she’d done so often to the Princess and, despite being far gentler than the excitable Dragon, soon had her panting in breathless delight all the same.
Which left Lissa sitting back on her legs, catching her breath as she watched Nowi’s tiny body -propped up on her hands and knees- swinging back and forth, completely yielding to Robin’s surprisingly violent thrusts! Throwing back her head and howling in bliss with each time the Tactician shoved his waist against hers, each time he buried the himself so deep into her that her entire body swung forward, the girl’s usual innocent visage was thoroughly defiled; with her eyes open wide, face flushed bright red and mouth panting open almost to the point of drooling, there was no mistaking the sheer wanton desire on the girl’s expression- young-looking or not, right now, this was exactly what she wanted.
It was hard to believe such a small body could really take such a massive cock, but, since she was currently watching it happen before her eyes, she didn’t bother trying to understand it.
“AHH! HUUA! Li-Like this feels so gooood! I love it! AhhHHA! It’s so good!”
“Oh?” Lissa smiled, enjoying her friend’s clear happiness, “Is that so?”
“Y-Y-Yeah! Ah! AHH! It’s, it always feels really, ghaaaaa, REALLY good when we do it like this! It-It’s the best!”
Well, perhaps that was natural for a Dragon?
“That’s just like you Nowi,” she giggled, sidling right up to the smaller girl, “It suits you! You’re always so sweet, you can make friends with anyone. And doing it like this will be much better when there’s other girls around!”
“Huh? I don’t, nghhaa, I don’t understand?”
“Because,” Linking her arms around the Manakete’s neck, Lissa leant forward, pursing her lips against her friend’s open mouth and drawing her into a soft, gentle kiss. Moaning quietly into Nowi’s mouth and running her tongue enticingly along her lips, Lissa held the embrace for just a few moments before pulling back, a small trail of saliva linking them from where they’d been joined, “Sex feels even better while kissing.”
“Hhhhaa,” glowing, both with delight and surprise, Nowi’s body shuddered, “I-I’ve never, huuah, I’ve never kissed a girl before!”
“Feels nice, doesn’t it?”
“Ah, y-yeah!”
This time it was Nowi that dipped her head forwards, pushing her lips clumsily against the Princess’s. Happily accepting the invitation, Lissa deepened their embrace, pulling herself even closer towards the Manakete as she sank into her kiss, opening the smaller girl’s lips up with her own and teasing her tongue with her own.
“Mmmm!”
“MMHHHA! MhhhhmmmhHHHHHMMM!”
“Ah…”
Looking up from where Olivia was currently climaxing around the two fingers Tharja had buried inside her pussy, the Dark Mage had a somewhat forlorn look on her face.
She didn’t mind having sex with other women, it felt good and it made Robin happy. That it helped his plans didn’t really matter as much to her, she knew that if she’d felt uncomfortable with it, he could easily have simply made his plans without her. He included her because he cared for her and wanted her with him. She knew that. But, even so, she hadn’t wanted to give all of herself away so easily, she’d wanted to hold back parts of her affections for him alone; a reminder for him that no matter who he brought to bed with her, her love would remain only for him.
This was a consequence of that decision, her resolve not to kiss anyone but Robin. From all the times they’d shared a bed recently, she’d become remarkably close to the young Princess, and although Lissa had been too considerate to say anything, even she had felt guilty about continually denying the other woman’s desire to kiss her- especially when they were both wrapped up in each other’s arms, making love to one another as much as to the Tactician. And now, more women had joined them in bed, and she was watching Lissa happily making out with someone else, while they shared Robin together.
She wasn’t jealous exactly; with his draconic lusts and stamina, there was more than enough of Robin to go around, and she didn’t regret her decision, nor wish to change it. But, all the same, it left her feeling surprisingly left out.
“Ah, geez…”
Jolted from her thoughts, Tharja looked up to see the man she loved smiling down at her with a surprisingly amused expression.
“C’mon, get over here.”
“Eh-Ah?”
Removing his right hand from Nowi’s small round hips (despite not lowering the intensity of his thrusts), Robin reached over and pulled her from where she’d been kneeling before the panting dancer, using his strength to pull her towards him and holding her securely against his side.
“Robi-Ahhmmmm! MMmm!”
Her words were cut off as his lips met hers and her moans became louder as the hand that had been around her waist slid between her legs and pushed two fingers into her soaked pussy, grinding them expertly against the overly-sensitive weak points she’d admitted to him so many nights ago. Tharja gasped and Robin used that chance to push himself harder against her, both with his fingers and his mouth- deepening their kiss with a furious hunger as he twisted and turned the digits inside her, overpowering her instantly with complete dominance, exactly as she knew he loved.
He pulled back some moments later, the moment he felt her trembling through a climax, and Tharja fell into his chest with deep, heaving pants. Her arms holding shakily around his shoulders and her eyes shimmering with love.
“You really overthink things sometimes, don’t you?” He teased gently, pressing a soft kiss onto her forehead as he began pumping his fingers deep within her, moving them in time with his thrusts into the small Manakete, “And you Lissa, you’re not thinking enough!”
“Mhuam-chaa, Huh? What’s that supposed to mean!?”
“The ears,” he answered with a smirk, able to guess the look currently running across Nowi’s face as she tensed up, even tighter around him than ever, “Nghaa, hha… You didn’t think they were just for show did you? Ahh, Manakete’s love having their ears stroked!”
“Oooh! Of course!”
“N-No! NGha, haha, wa-wait! That’s too mu-AUUUAHH!” Nowi’s cries fell short as Lissa slid both her hands around the side of her face, taking a very gentle hold of the smaller girl’s tapered ears and running her thumbs along the length of them in one long, gentle caress, “GHuuuuuAAHHHH! I-I-I ahh, I’m, I’m going crazy! Ro-Robin! AHHNNGH!”
Robin’s cock was slamming into her, stretching her open around him and pushing deeper inside her than should be possible thanks to the nature of a Manakete’s human transformation. She always lost her mind fastest when he did it in this position, being on her hands and knees, as if submitting to a superior Manakete, burned some fire within her that she couldn’t understand. And now, with Lissa toying mercilessly (albeit tenderly) with her ears, stroking and caressing them with strokes almost unthinkably gentle compared to her Lover’s wonderfully rough treatment of her pussy… It was all far beyond what Nowi had been expecting and much more than she could take!
She came the instant Lissa touched her ears, and then the instant after that when Robin’s cock drove against her deepest walls! And then, screaming, thrashing and moaning, climaxing again and again, Nowi’s world exploded in white and she lost all reason.
“GH-N-Naga!”
Robin could never control himself quite as well with Nowi as he could with his other women. She was always perilously, almost painfully tight around him and, even if she acted more with instinct than skill, something about dominating a Manakete never failed to blaze a fire through his soul that he couldn’t quite put into words. It felt right in exactly the same way that giving himself to Lucina so many years ago had, in just the same corrupting, irresistible way that regaining his sanity with Tharja, seducing Lissa, claiming Olivia, dealing with Panne, or conquering Miriel had.
And so, feeling her body tense up, throbbing and squirming, as she peaked, with her pussy throbbing and coiling around him, Robin couldn’t hold himself back even one second longer!
Holding tight to her tiny body, buried to the hilt within her, his vision swam and his balls throbbed, “UhhHHAAA!” Loosing a scream, he exploded! His cock jolting and spasming against Nowi’s deepest, most sensitive walls as rope after rope of hot, thick seed blasted out, flooding her womb, soaking her pussy and gushing out, across her thighs and down her legs.
Nowi collapsed down into Lissa’s arms with a weak groan a few moments later, her mind spinning from the pleasure and her hands shaking too much to hold her up anymore.
Moaning out a much quieter gasp as the Manakete’s tunnel slowly slipped from his still-hard cock, Robin breathed out a deep sigh, his body shivering in the afterglow. However, his satisfaction only lasted for that moment. A release like that should have been more than enough to satiate any man, especially after all he’d dumped into, or shot onto Lissa and Olivia earlier. But, his instincts were far too greedy for that. Even if his madness had been abated, he was surrounded on all sides by four beautiful, devoted women. Just one look at sight on offer to him was enough to chip away at his sanity once more, his soul with need, and Robin knew he couldn’t possibly bring himself to stop. Not yet. There was still far too much to be done!
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Later
Sitting atop a bed far larger and much more comfortable than anything she’d felt before, Olivia stared wide eyed at a sight she could hardly believe- as Nowi and Tharja, two friends she’d known and respected for years now, both wore expressions she could never have imagined.
The Tharja she’d known so long was proud and strong, a harsh, terrifying woman who never showed weakness to anyone.
The Nowi she’d loved so dearly was innocent and cute, a sweet, kind and overly excitable girl who always seemed in awe with the wonders of the world.
But right now, with Nowi lying face-down atop Tharja and both their legs spread wide to help her Master alternate between them, both screaming in joy each time he slid his length from one and into the other, they looked utterly wanton and absolutely desperate, Olivia could hardly recognise them. Burying herself between the Dark Mage’s massive breasts, with her small hips and round ass shaking back against Robin’s cock each time he thrust it into her, Nowi’s innocent visage was long gone, suddenly it seemed impossible to mistake her for the young-girl she was often thought to be, moaning, crying and eagerly, wilfully being dominated, Nowi looked every one of her thousand years. And, clinging tight to the young-looking Manakete, with her hips shaking up, grinding her pussy against the smaller girl’s with each time her body thrashed and squirmed, Tharja’s strength was nowhere to be seen, there was nothing scary at all about this woman who had completely yield to the man she loved.
But more than that, perhaps more than anything, between their screams, their moans and their declarations of adoration, they were each smiling brighter than she’d ever seen from either of them. They book looked happy, incredibly happy, as if they were fulfilled in a way she’d never seen from them before.
“It’s quite a sight isn’t it?”
Jolting at being suddenly addressed, Olivia was shocked from her thoughts, then shocked again as Lissa sidled up behind her, wrapping her arms around the dancer and pushing her naked body warm against Olivia’s own. Pressing her lips against Olivia’s lightly tanned skin with a soft giggle, Lissa’s right hand slid the dancer’s chest, tracing her fingertips lightly across her generous bust before taking her left breast into her palm, kneading it softly as she teased her left-hand down Olivia’s stomach, gliding it down over her thighs and between her legs. Arching back with a light gasp as she felt the Princess’s fingers push through her soaked pussy and grind against her most sensitive spots, Olivia’s words died in her mouth, so Lissa continued.
“He’s a ridiculous man, isn’t he? I thought it was just me at first, and then Tharja but now… I don’t even know how it happened, but somehow it feels like we’ve all become part of some harem of his.”
‘Master’s harem?’ it was an insane idea, and one some rational part of her mind told her she should instantly reject. But somehow (and especially while Lissa’s fingers were swirling inside her), Olivia couldn’t find a reason to complain, ‘That sounds… Wonderful.’
“I never imagined I’d be okay with something like this, but… Ngha, it’s exciting isn’t it?” moaning softly in Olivia’s ear, Lissa’s arousal was crystal clear, “Watching him dominate them both, at the same time. It feels like you need multiple women just to keep up with him, but, ahhh, but even then, he still makes them submit. I love watching them like this. And…” dragging the words out, her fingers tweaked the dancer’s nipple and grinded against her pussy walls simultaneously, “Of course, you were exactly the same.”
“It’s incredible. I love watching Mas-Robin make people happy. But, you’re wrong,” even as surprised as she was, Olivia didn’t reject the princess’s touch, especially not after all she’d already done. Rather, she leaned back into the other woman’s soft chest, twisting herself around enough that she was able to meet the Princess’s lips in a soft kiss. Thrilling momentarily at the gentle pleasure, she shook her hips back and forth against the Blonde’s fingers, and met her tongue in a passionate dance, “Seeing them like this is exciting. They’re both so… Ahh, it’s more than I ever expected…
“But, that’s not what captivated me.”
Meeting Lissa in another kiss, a harder, more intense one this time, Olivia slid her own hand back and down between where the Blonde’s legs were wrapped around her. Marvelling at just how thoroughly soaked the Princess’s entrance was with Robin’s cum and her own juices, Olivia pushed her fingers inside, twisting them around and easily matching their movements together.
“Tharja has always belonged to Robin, and Nowi has always wanted a family like this,” breaking their embrace with a soft moan, she looked up into the other woman’s eyes and a quiet, intimate moment passed between them, “But, you’re a noble, a Princess! You’re Ylissean royalty… And yet, the moment he calls, you’re down on your knees like a whore! It’s like you’ve got no dignity at all.”
Lissa smirked, “Yup, that sounds about right.”
Olivia matched her smirk with one of her own and, as one, they turned back toward the man who’d so thoroughly claimed each of their hearts.
By now, Nowi was collapsed face down on the bed, her small body trembling and a fresh river of cum gushing from her pussy and down her thighs. Not pausing for even a moment, by now Tharja and Robin had already switched positions, with the Tactician lying on his back with the Sorceress hungrily riding atop him, bracing her hands atop his chest and gasping in joy as she bounced up and down the full length of his shaft.
That was as much of a cue as the two of them required- without any need for words, Olivia and Lissa unwrapped from one another, smiling excitedly and moving with a perfect understanding as they slid across the bed, hand in hand and dropped down between their lover’s legs. Lying flat along the mattress, they each leaned in and began suckling tenderly together on Robin’s balls, their lips meeting around him once again in yet another depraved kiss as Tharja’s juices dripped down warm and sticky onto their faces each time she filled herself with the Grandmaster’s shaft.
“Mmm, Robin…”
“Ahmmm, Master…”
Sighing happily, they each focussed only on their task at hand, devotedly pleasuring the man they loved while he fucked another of his women.
Outside of here they were a Princess and a Dancer, they were respectable, married women. But right now, right here, they understood each other perfectly; they were both just two wanton sluts without a need for pride or dignity.
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Later
With her arms linked tight around Robin’s neck and her lips entwined with his in an adoring kiss, Olivia was showcasing the latest dance she’d been perfecting; that is- the one that had her grinding atop her Master’s lap, spread wide around his cock and taking him all the way to her womb. Using all her skill and strength as a dancer, Olivia swung her hips in long, slow rhythmic circles, rolling her waist up and down almost half his length at a time as she slid his shaft around inside her, ensuring she was doing everything she could manage to squeeze and caress him with her body.
With her eyes half faded and breaths coming in short gasps, Tharja was wrapped around Robin from behind, hugging herself lovingly tight against him and looking eminently satisfied as she recovered from the three successive creampies he’d gifted her. And, a half metre to their right, Lissa was currently clawing at the bedsheets, her shoulders arching into the mattress and legs wrapped tight around Nowi’s head as the small Manakete demonstrated everything she’d learned about looking after women since the previous evening.
Which meant, for the moment at least, Olivia had her Master all to herself. It wouldn’t last, she knew, but she wouldn’t want it to anyway- there was only so much she could handle by herself and he was even harder than usual. But, for now at least she had a chance to show off everything she could do, a chance to directly compare herself against his other lovers.
Either because he understood her preference, or simply because he stayed true to his own, it was rare for her to take the lead when they were together. Which was why, no matter how tempting it was for her to simply let herself drown in the incredible pleasure he gave her, she maintained her focus as best she could, concentrating with all the same intensity as when she was on stage, making sure to bring out her absolute best performance. After all, he was no longer the shy, lonely Tactician who’d fallen in love with her and who she’d seduced through his first time; she wasn’t sure when things had changed, but he now had other women with him and, given how abruptly she’d been introduced to them, she knew there were more to come still. Olivia wasn’t competitive by nature, and the dream she was following was still of herself dancing for him, before his wives and mistresses- but, that same future she envisioned was for her performances to soothe her weary Master’s body, mind and soul. She couldn’t allow herself to simply delight in being with him, she wanted to be needed by him, to be able to please him in a way none of his other women could.
And so, for a time, for as long as she could manage, Olivia danced for the man she loved.
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Later
“O-Oooah, Th-Tharja! Your… your, er, your pussy is incredible! It-it tastes so great! I-nghaa, I love it!”
“Of course!” Tharja laughed from where she was currently lying, turned around atop the Feroxian woman, with her own head buried between Olivia’s legs and her fingers twisting around the dancer’s pussy, “It’s been filled to the brim with Robin’s seed! *Mmpshlup* Ahhh, yours tastes just as good.”
“O-Oh! AhHAA! Th-Tha-Thank you!?”
Flinching at the strange praise and blushing bright red, Olivia had absolutely nowhere to hide herself except back between the Sorceress’s deliciously creamy white thighs, sinking into herself in shame, she forced herself to channel all the embarrassment she was feeling into the task at hand, flicking her tongue back along the Dark Mage’s quivering folds, suckling on her clit and doing her very best to force the same moans from the Plegian that had been forced so easily from her.
Tharja was right, of course. After being taken as much as she had, her pussy, thighs and legs were all coated thick in Robin’s essence, so much so that as they’d begun licking each other clean, she’d felt almost wrapped up in his presence. It was an intense feeling and, for someone like Olivia, who’d been uncomfortably nervous about her first time learning to pleasure another woman, a very soothing one. It was a strange position to be in and not one she’d ever dreamed she’d find herself in, but, as she slid her tongue back inside Tharja’s depths, she could taste her lover all through the other woman (as if soaked through to her core), and that comforted her.
And then, a moment later, the Sorceress’s own tongue swirled around Olivia’s clit, pushing down on it right as her fingers scraped along the topside of her inner walls and -as her world exploded in white light- she couldn’t think of anything more.
Looking over at them, Lissa opened her mouth as if to add her own reply to that… But, seeing as she was currently lying on her side, wrapped tight around Nowi, with both their legs raised high in the air as Robin fucked them each in turn… All that came out were a series of garbled screams and moans.
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Later
“Beautiful…”
Breathing out a deep and thoroughly contented sigh, as the raging fires of his lust finally settled within him, Robin couldn’t help but take a minute to simply stop and admire the sight before him.
Only a short time ago, each of the four girls, each of his women had been lined up exactly as he’d instructed, standing bent over the edge of the bed, legs spread and all wiggling their asses towards him in gleeful anticipation. Just that by itself had been a breath-taking sight- from Tharja’s bountiful curves, to Nowi’s impish charm, Olivia’s sultry elegance and Lissa’s welcoming allure, to have four such incredible beauties, all together and all eagerly awaiting his touch, was beyond what most men could even dream of.
And now,
“Hhaaa…”
Now as he looked to them, the burning lust that’d boiled within him was replaced with a deeply fulfilling sense of satisfaction, of triumph.
All four were lying splayed out, collapsed facedown into the bed from where they’d been standing. With their tongues hanging pathetically out, eyes rolled up and hips still trembling in the air as thick rivers of his cum ran down their legs, any composure they’d held had been completely destroyed, leaving behind only a scene of four deliriously happy women, each fucked absolutely senseless. Four Heroes strong enough to save even the world itself had all been utterly conquered together.
Breathing out a ragged pant, Robin stumbled slightly in place. Even with his newfound sexual drive, going to this extent had pushed his limits and the fatigue was gnawing heavily on him, his feet felt leaden, and he could feel the dull ache of overused muscles all through his body. He would recover soon enough, he knew, but he forced himself to keep standing all the same, it wasn’t often a man had a chance to savour a sight of such intimate beauty.
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None of them really had any idea how much time had passed since they’d begun but, by the time any of them regained the sense to care, the sun was shining bright, high in the sky, clearly many hours from their early morning beginning.
Robin was lying on his back with Tharja curled up atop his left arm and Nowi snuggled contentedly between them, Lissa was resting securely on his right, which left Olivia wrapped up around the Princess, tracing her fingertips absently in slow, lazy circles across the girl’s supple white skin, “Th-That was, was intense wasn’t it? A-Are you feeling better now, Lissa?”
The Blonde’s answering giggle was soft and purely joyful, her worries and sadness long forgotten, “Of course! That was incredible! It was so much fun, and you guys were all amazing! Ahhh, hehe, I feel completely refreshed!” So saying, she nuzzled her cheek against Robin’s chest, offering him a silent thanks, both for looking after her and for turning what had seemed destined to be such a painful day for her into such an enjoyable event.
Nowi quickly cheered her own agreement to that statement, and even Tharja mumbled something that sounded like gratefulness. Smirking down at all of them, with his hands cupping both Olivia and Tharja’s soft, round asses, there was never any doubt of the Tactician’s thoughts on the matter.
“Good! I…” there was a hesitant pause as Olivia’s finger traced along Lissa’s thighs, “That’s good, I’m relieved.”
Lissa may not have seemed like the most observant person, but she was still a royal, trained from birth to read through the political intrigue that perpetually surrounded the affairs of the crown. And Olivia was no duplicitous noble, recognising that something was concerning the friend she’d known for years was like child’s play.
“Olivia? What’s wrong?”
“Ah!? Hwhat? Oh! I h-hha, huh? No, nothing!”
“Olivia.”
“I-Ah, no, well, I-I shouldn’t say anything…”
“Olivia.”
“I just, well…” tensing up, the dancer sucked in a deep, steadying breath. And, as she did so, she moved her hand up Lissa’s side, tracing over her shoulder and down her arm, until her hand rested atop Lissa’s own. Pausing one final moment, she traced her fingertips meaningfully across the golden band adorning the Princess’s right hand, twisting it around as she spoke, “If… If you’re Robin’s woman t-too, then… then, isn’t it time you took this off?”
“O-Oh!”
Lissa blinked, suddenly much more awake than she had been a few seconds ago. She hadn’t considered that. Swallowing heavily as her mind whirled, she looked down at the Dancer’s left hand, noticing for the first time that her own wedding ring was conspicuously absent.
Her gaze rose automatically up to Robin, but he simply shook his head, “It’s up to you.” He answered, maintaining the same look of complete confidence. And she understood, this wasn’t something that would concern him either way, it made no difference to him what she wore, she was his either way. Her ring was something that carried meaning only for herself, it was no more and no less than what she felt in her own heart.
Lissa could see Tharja staring intently over at her from where she was propped up, with her chin resting on the Tactician’s shoulder. But, regardless of her own (easily guessed) feelings on the matter, she remained silent, doing nothing to influence the choice. And… in a small gesture of something close to kindness, she was currently also keeping her hand clamped tightly over the squirming Manakete’s mouth, preventing any loud outbursts from that corner either.
Lissa’s mouth opened and closed, but no sound came out and no thoughts crystallised within her mind.
Olivia twisted the ring a little more and, after still hearing no objection, slowly, gently began easing it upwards.
‘Ah!’
She knew she shouldn’t. Surely this was wrong. Surely this was too much.
It would be so easy to stop it, all she would need to do was to say something! There were a million reasons she could give; that it was too risky, that it remained sentimental to her, that she at least owed it to her husband to wear his ring. A million excuses spun through her mind.
“…”
All she needed to do was to close her hand. To clench her fist…
…Lissa swallowed again, staring silently at her hand as her fingers splayed further open, spreading them as far apart as she could manage. She’d already made her choice. She’d already thrown everything away. She couldn’t even will herself to pretend otherwise.
“Ah!” Olivia sighed as the ring easily popped free. Cradling it carefully between her hands, she slid from the bed and carried it over to Lissa’s vanity, placing it as a centrepiece among her other jewellery- something pretty to be worn when she went out, for the sake of her appearances, “There we go, that’s better isn’t it?”
Lissa paused, opening and closing her hand before her eyes,
“Yeah…” despite having worn the ring for years, her hand felt just the same without it. But, somehow, her heart felt a little lighter, “Yeah. Yeah, it is.”
Letting out a snort as she turned away, Tharja said nothing, but the uncharacteristically warm smile on her face spoke volumes all the same.
Nowi was much more vocal, still squirming in place, she alternated between boggling at the latest addition to Lissa’s accessory collection and fuming at the Dark Mage for forcibly silencing her.
“I’m so glad…”
Breathing out a happy sigh, Olivia slipped back into the bed. But this time, when slithered back into Robin’s embrace and she wrapped herself warmly around Lissa, she made sure to entwine her fingers with the Princess’s, linking their two unadorned hands together. And from there the conversation turned back to lighter matters.
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“Soo, Nowi…” propping herself up atop Robin’s chest, Lissa shot a cheeky smile over towards the diminutive Manakete, currently nestled against the Tactician’s thigh, “I’ve been wondering, why’ve you been calling Tharja “sister” this whole time today?”
“Oh! I was wondering that too,” Olivia peeked over from behind Lissa, “I-It’s very cute! Is it some game the two of you are playing?”
“It’s not a game!”
The uncharacteristic anger in her voice, along with her ineffectually adorable scowl took both women back, reminding them abruptly just how seriously Nowi took all matters of family. Surprisingly, it was Tharja’s hand, running tenderly along her back, that soothed the smaller girl and her glare faded a moment later. Truthfully, most of Nowi’s reaction was from her own anxiety- both Robin and Tharja had been warned her that she wasn’t meant to talk about them being family around anyone else, and yet, she’d messed up almost straight away. When neither of them had scolded her, she’d taken that to mean it must have been alright if it was around people she was sharing a bed with and hadn’t held herself back. But even so, when Lissa had directly brought it up, she hadn’t been able to help but to snap back.
It was the Sorceress’s gentle touch now that finally melted the last of her worries, urging her forwards instead.
“It’s a Plegian custom!” she explained, having recovered her usual enthusiastic demeanour, as she diligently recited the words she’d been told, “Two women who give their chastity to the same man are akin to sisters! That’s, ummm, that’s what it means when a man takes multiple women for himself; they all become sisters, one big family around him!”
Olivia blinked, processing that strange news, “Huh, well… We did find you in Plegia, so, you’re Plegian too?”
But, it was the Princess’s response that captivated the Dragon’s attention, “Ahh, haha, that’s actually really swe- Oh! Oh! Hey! Wait a second… So then, doesn’t that mean I’m your sister too?”
It was the kind of declaration that brought a room to a halt with its implications.
Nowi’s mouth fell open in shock, her eyes alight with wonder and body jolting ramrod stiff.
Behind her, Tharja pierced Lissa with an intense look, one that spoke not only of her own investment in that idea, but also of just how disappointed she would be if the Princess was simply playing with Nowi’s feelings.
It was Olivia that spoke for the room, “But… But you’re married?”
“Yup,” Lissa nodded, rolling her head back down and nuzzling it against Robin’s shoulder with a warm sigh, “But this brute stole my innocence long before any of that. Way back, during the first Plegian war.”
Once again, the Blonde just casually dropped a bombshell onto their entire group.
“Impossible…” Tharja gaped in abject disbelief, almost unable to believe she could possibly have missed something like that.
“A-Ahhh!” Nowi’s eyes shone even brighter than ever.
“I… Then… You two were lovers back then? I-I never noticed…” once again, Olivia’s confusion spoke for them all.
“Lovers? Ah, no it was…” chewing on her lip, Lissa dithered, not quite sure how to explain, “It wasn’t like this, it was… It was different then…”
“It was support,” Robin supplied, joining the conversation for the first time, “We were looking out for each other.”
Somewhere between family and lovers. It was different now, but that was the feeling that had defined so many years of their time together. Looking up towards the Tactician, Lissa met his eyes and a soft, quiet moment passed between them. They’d been each other’s first, even among all his women, that bond, and everything wrapped up within it, was utterly unique.
“Yeah. Something like that.”
“Th-Then, does, does that count?” Nowi questioned, looking imploringly towards the Sorceress, “It’s fine, isn’t it? Even though she married someone else?”
“Well…” try as she might, Tharja couldn’t hide her own clear delight at the revelation. Even if she couldn’t understand how Lissa could choose another man after tasting Robin, she’d come to care deeply for the Blonde and the fact that she too had gifted him her virginity clearly meant a lot to the Plegian, “Everyone makes mistakes I suppose. What’s important is that she’s come back to him, to us.”
“Ahhh! Ah! AH!” quivering on the spot, Nowi was practically bursting from a mix of joy, shock and sheer, unrestrained exuberance. She’d been told there would be more sisters to come, but even in her wildest dreams, she’d never expected it would come this soon. Reaching across Robin’s chest, she held out a trembling hand, “Th-Then, then, I’m gonna be your big sister from now on, okay!?”
Smiling warmly, Lissa clasped the hand with her own, “I’ll be in your care, Big Sis.”
The Manakete’s pearls of delighted laughter filled the room for several minutes as she beamed at delight towards her newest family member, “Oooh, you’re the youngest sister then! Haha, Tharja! Tharja! That means you’re not the youngest anymore, you’re the middle child now!”
She paused, her whole body freezing suddenly in place. And then, a moment later, with her eyes shining almost dazzlingly bright and mouth pursed wide in wonder, her gaze shifted past Lissa and onto unsuspecting Dancer sitting behind her.
“Unless…!”
“E-Eh?” Completely unprepared to be facing down the full weight of the lonely Manakete’s innocent hopes, Olivia floundered instantly. Reeling back, and waving her hands, she scrambled for words, “Er, ah, no, I- that is… I’ve only… I-I’ve only been with Robin recently…”
Watching the joyous excitement fade from the small Dragon’s purple eyes, the other Shepherds all winced and the bright, warm atmosphere felt like it had been sucked from the room.
“Ah, r-right,” to her credit, Nowi did her very best to try hide her disappointment, “Of course. Ha-ha, yeah, that’s to be expected.”
Heart clenching tight at the sight, Olivia flailed around weakly, her mouth opening and closing without a word as she sought for something to say- some way to make this better. Having been responsible for dashing the girl’s hopes, she found herself somehow feeling inexplicably guilty for not having followed Lissa’s example and having had some torrid pre-marital affair with the Tactician during the wars- a feeling that was definitely not helped from the superior look she could see on Tharja’s face, one that clearly said that if she’d just fallen for him in the first place, then none of this would have happened.
“Haaaaah…”
Eventually, after several long, agonising moments, it was Robin himself that finally broke the silence. Heaving a deep sigh, he pulled himself out from under the women, pushing himself to a seated position and shaking his head with a troubled look on his face.
“Nope. Absolutely not. Sorry. There’s no way I can accept that.”
After all, he reminded himself, he’d promised to live up to Nowi’s love of him, to always make sure she was happy. What use was that resolve if he couldn’t do something as simple as give her the large family she wanted?
Of course, his denial only served to send Olivia’s mind spinning even worse, “H-Huh? Can’t, can’t accept it? But, but… I-I-It’s not like I can just go back to being a virgin!?”
Ignoring her confusion, Robin reached out, taking hold of her shoulders and pulling her up, guiding her over onto her hands and knees. Thankfully, despite her almost frantic bewilderment, she was as obedient as ever, and so she followed his lead as he bent her over onto all fours, only finally squealing in surprise when he spread her beautifully rounded ass-cheeks apart and traced a finger lightly around her rear entrance.
“E-Eiiiyaah! R-R-Robin, what’re you…?”
“You’ve never done it here before, have you?”
It was a slightly reckless gamble to base the crux of his strategy around a variable he didn’t know, but, seeing as Olivia had never even given a blowjob until he’d begun training her, he felt it was a fairly safe assumption.
“Huh? There? O-Of course not! That’s dirty. Ah, wait! Y-You’re not planning to actuAII!?”
A light slap across her ass-cheeks served to interrupt her objections, and so Robin turned back towards the Manakete, “Alright, Nowi! With this, you and Olivia can become half-sisters instead!”
“Half-sisters? We, we can!?” excitement returning in the blink of an eye, Nowi leapt at him, wrapping herself around his side and glowing with happiness, “Ahh! I love you, Robin! You’re the best!”
Savouring her joy, he took hold of his cock, pointing it towards his smallest lover, “Here, do you want to give it a kiss before I put it in her?”
“Okay!” Still locked around his side, she leaned over and planted her lips softly atop the crown of his cock.
“Oh!” Lissa pipped up at that, giving a laugh as she shuffled across the bed towards them, “Let me kiss it too then, she’s gonna be my half-sister too!”
“Hmph,” following behind the Princess, Tharja gave him a pointed look that very clearly said that this was absolutely not how the custom worked. But, despite how she liked to present herself, there was no chance she would be the one to trample over the young Manakete’s wishes, so she stayed quiet and dutifully pressed her own lips against his cock as soon as Lissa had relinquished the spot.
“W-Wait, R-Robin? We’re not… You’re not actually going to…are you? Mast- er, ah, Robin?”
“It’s fine, you can call me whatever you’d like around these three.” He answered, brushing off the rest of her question as he focussed his magic for a moment, waving his hand in a circle and breathing out a short incantation- then, a moment later, there was a slick green glow encompassing his cock like a sheathe.
Never let it be said he let his pride get the best of him; despite his initial misgivings about the book Miriel had given him, and his personal confidence in his bedroom skills, he’d read through it all the same and, as a result, he’d been surprised to learn a good number of simple but useful cantrips. There was the air-freshening spell he’d made use of a few times already and now, a lubrication spell he’d been meaning to try out. The book had talked at length about its very convenient usage in keeping both parties perfectly clean but, right now, his only concern was that it would ensure his pink haired lover wouldn’t feel any discomfort.
“Don’t worry Olivia. It’s a little strange at first, but, it feels really good!” Lissa assured her, kneeling alongside her on Olivia’s left and entwining their fingers together in a show of solidarity.
Doing the same thing on her right side, Tharja was a lot less comforting, “Hmm, so you haven’t done this with him yet. That explains why Robin hasn’t tried my ass all morning…”
The Sorceress was as perceptive as ever; not having wanted either Olivia or Nowi to feel left out, he hadn’t planned to do this with any of his women today. While he knew Nowi would be happy just being around everyone, he’d planned to do something just a little more romantic than this when he took Olivia’s first time. In the end however, a good Tactician had to be willing to change plans on the fly, and if the two of them really were to become half-sisters, then it only made sense that they should each lose their anal virginity together.
Running one hand soothingly across Olivia’s hips -giving her the time she needed to prepare herself-, he reached his other out to ruffle through the hair of the small Manakete stilling clinging securely to his side, “Watch carefully now, okay? You’re going next!”
“O-Okay!”
“And then me after her right, my love?”
“H-Huh? I’m going last!?”
…
And so, the sordid morning quickly turned into a depraved afternoon.
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That Evening
With his face turning a ghostly pale as he read and re-read through the contents of both the letters he was holding, checking and double-checking that the seals and insignias they bore for identification were authentic, Chrom’s world narrowed to a point.
A moment later the door to the Exalt’s study burst open, the man himself following straight after! Tearing down the hall, he quickly rounded on the nearest palace guard, instantly shocking the thoroughly dedicated Knight from the haze of a night-time patrol.
“Robin! The Grandmaster! Get him, now!”
“Ah-wha!? A-At this hour, your radiance?”
“That doesn’t matter! Find him and bring him here!”
“R-Ri-RIGHT! Yes, of course sir!”
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A/N: Phew, and there we have it! Hopefully you can understand why this one took so damn long, even if you did get sick of having to wait and sick of my excuses. I am sorry for that. I really hate it myself, it shocks me just how long some of this stuff takes me to do. Some scenes really are like pulling teeth.
And hey, this one’s the first proper full on orgy scene I’ve written, so hopefully you liked it! I’d love to hear your thoughts on it, if you liked it, would rather see more of one aspect or another, or any other critique. I hope everyone enjoyed the pairings involved at least!
In regards to Morgan’s conversation with Lucina at the start, the point I was getting at there was that there’s no way to specifically prove that Morgan IS Lucina’s daughter, unless her memory returns. As far as anyone knows, she could just as easily be Cynthia or Lissa’s daughter instead. Now, obviously that’s not the case, she is Lucina’s daughter, but neither of them can prove that. So, they have to take it on faith. Hopefully that makes sense.
And speaking of making sense, for anyone that raised an eyebrow about Tharja’s line that Robin wouldn’t cheat on Nowi… I thought I’d explain that here since it’s a little bit of Tharja logic. Basically, Robin belongs to Lucina, he never gave himself to Nowi and he wouldn’t give himself to her in the same way he’s given himself to Lucina. As far as Tharja’s concerned, he’s not cheating on Nowi anymore than he’s cheating on her, since neither of them have any claim to him. They belong to him, he doesn’t belong to them. And yes, before you ask, it is meant to be very strange logic. That’s the point, Tharja’s meant to have a slightly skewed view on the world.
A significant amount of this chapter was written/edited/re-edited in post-midnight “I’ve got to get it done!” binges, sometimes while drinking. So, while I hope everything’s fine, probably more errors than I’d like have slipped past me. If you’ve seen any, point them out and I’ll fix them. Sorry if that is the case.
Anyhow, enough of all that. Sorry again about how ridiculously long this one too, hopefully the length and content of it made up for it!
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