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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 Long Awaited Meeting
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Authors Note: Heyo, it’s been a long while hasn’t it? I hope no-one thought I’d abandoned this; I’ve just been chipping away at it. Mostly I’ve had to deal with other projects, I mentioned previously that I’ve stopped all my commissions now so I can focus entirely on this story, and to do that obviously I had to clear my backlog out. After that I’ve been mostly working on this chapter ever since
In any case, it’s been a long while, so I hope you enjoy it! This is a chapter I’ve been looking forward to for ages, and maybe I wound up putting too much into it since I ended up having to split it into two! It’s 30k+ words as is, and that’s already getting too big. Still, I think it’s come out well, I’m fairly proud of how it looks and I hope you’ll enjoy it too.
And just as a reminder: Say’ri has a ninja retainer working with her called Kagerou. This isn’t the Kagerou from Fates, it’s just a woman that looks and acts exactly like her. Similar to Fates’s Caeldori/Rhajat/Asugi thing, but in reverse.
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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.
Where we left off last time, we’d just learned Chrom’s office was an absolute disaster state and he’d completely misplaced a missive from Say’ri, informing him of her intentions to visit… all the way up until the day before she was due to arrive!
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When Robin first looked back at himself, he believed that the turning point for him was when he’d finally sated his lusts, when he’d regained control over himself… and yet still found reasons, or perhaps excuses, to continue. He’d asked himself many times, did he do what he did for the sake of his friends, to help them? Or was that just another excuse of his, did he only see the ways to make them happy that he wanted to see? Everyone seemed happier being with him, and being his, so was it truly wrong? Was he adding to his crimes, or lessening them?
In the end, his questions became moot, because his true turning point was a little further ahead.
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Say’ri hadn’t thought much of Robin when she’d first met him, so long ago now, in that small windswept Valmese harbour. She’d recognised him instantly as the Lead Tactician or Strategist for the Ylissean Alliance, from the way he’d been standing in the midst of the troops sieging the port, personally directing them through the chaotic streets as they’d finished off the last of the Valmese forces and secured their beachhead.
But she’d seen many such men in her time, and she’d only bothered to take note of the striking colour of his hair and the strangeness of his well-worn coat. If anything, he’d only given her the impression of being a surprisingly scruffy man to be standing next to His Radiance the Exalt of Ylisse.
And that, of course, had been the man Say’ri had been truly nervous to meet.
Exalt Chrom of Ylisse, the famous leader of a seemingly miraculous army and a man who seemed to have defied even logic itself just to stand on the shores of Valm as he had that day.
For someone like her, who’d been working in desperation with the embattled and fractured resistance army, every whisper of news about the Ylissean Prince and his Shepherds had been enough to fill her heart with wonder. While she found herself outmatched at every turn and struggled just to make even the smallest foothold against the seemingly impossible “Invincible Army” of Valm, to hear the stories told about the tiny force from that famously peaceful nation ripping directly through the heart of Plegia and humbling even the King of that powerful nation had been an inspiration like nothing else. Their situations had always seemed so similar, both fighting to save their country and both having lost family to the wars thrust upon them. But, while Say’ri’s losses had continued unabated, until her heart felt too heavy to even beat, Chrom had clawed back victory even after the loss of his own Capital.
She’d dreamed many times of their meeting.
And then, equally, after learning of the Tyrant Emperor’s cruel greed, she’d dreaded every new piece of news she’d heard of the upcoming Valmese invasion to the Eastern Continent.
After already having what felt like every last thing she cared for torn away, it had seemed like fate had found one last way to twist the knife in the Princess’s soul, that after losing everything else, so to would she lose the small, unrequited kinship she’d felt towards a man she’d never met. And, of course, she was just as painfully impotent as ever, being completely unable to stop or do anything at all to impede the forces as they prepared for their conquest. In the days following the loss of her homeland, Say’ri rarely rested enough to dream, but after that news it had felt like her nights were filled with nothing but images of that small, brave group being crushed under the same relentless march that had trampled through her own country.
She hadn’t believed it the first time she’d heard the hushed whispers of a staggering, unprecedented Valmese defeat. It wasn’t the first time she’d heard such things and each time had proven just as conclusively wrong as the last. But the rumours had swirled again and again, each quieter and with followed with more furtive glances than the last, as if even knowing of such a thing had put a price on the speaker’s head. Ten thousand men had been dispatched East, to secure a staging point that would begin with Ferox and end with the complete subjugation of the entire continent… and now, not a single one seemed to be accounted for. The army had been dashed and, with nowhere to flee or hide, had been captured or killed in its entirety. The finest men of Walhart’s Vanguard, men whose valour was to be rewarded with fine Ylissean territories and their pick of the surviving noblewomen, were now rotting in shallow graves, or serving prison labour in Ferox’s employ.
If a thousand years had passed over her, Say’ri would never forget the moment she’d finally confirmed that news. But no matter how often she’d thought afterwards, she couldn’t remember anything from the rest of the day, it was all lost in her daze as she’d walked through the town unseeing, her mind already a thousand miles away.
After fighting for so long without any kind of hope, to feel a whisper of belief suddenly sparked within her chest once again had left the usually stoic princess lost for words.
It had seemed like a dream. An impossible fantasy. A fluke that could only have come from some ridiculous chance or impossible event, something never to be repeated again… but, it had been followed with news that the Exalt and his Shepherds were crossing the ocean, that the Eastern Continent had forged an alliance in response and were coming all the way to Valm itself, to answer blood with blood.
But, as Say’ri had known all too well, the Conqueror’s strength was unquestioned and unchallenged.
No sooner had those whispers begun to spread throughout the continent than they’d been answered with more news; that a second invasion force was being prepared, one even greater than the last was to be launched in response to this irredeemable defiance. With a wave of his hand, every port city on the eastern cost of Valm had been emptied of both ships and soldiers. And once more, the unstoppable army was to engrave its mark on the world.
The resistance had been as painfully ineffectual as ever. No matter how much Say’ri had glared or yelled, no matter the rank she pulled, the honour she reminded them of or the concessions she offered, they had no men in position to act and no way to hinder the Empire’s machinations in the slightest. In the end, by the time the armada launched, the Princess of Chon’sin was as humbled and irrelevant as ever. No matter how much she wished it, the only help she’d been able to offer toward the foreign soldiers that had given her the first light of hope since the day her brother betrayed her, was to personally infiltrate and torch a single Galleon before it left port. An utterly meaningless effort. Insulting to even be considered a token gesture.
And then, to her staggered disbelief, the impossible had happened again.
Within weeks the entire continent was ablaze with even more unbelievable news… that all contact with the Valmese armada had been lost. Whispers travelled faster than even the Valmese enforcers could hope to suppress and speculation was rife, a million different stories filled the taverns, but no-one could truly say if the navy had been lost, pushed off course, or just somehow delayed. The single fact that had been certain, the thing that everyone knew, was that the Ylissean Alliance’s sails had been spotted only scant kilometres from Valmese waters, and their ships were fast closing in on the coast.
That had finally been what’d spurred Say’ri to throw herself into unabashed action. While the resistance leaders continued to hem and haw, and worry about the nature of this new “threat”, she’d thrown caution to the wind, abandoning her allies to their fence-sitting, verified the direction the Ylisseans were aiming for their landing, and silently infiltrated the fortified port-city herself.
And it was there, heart in her mouth, that she’d seen a sight beyond anything she’d imagined. The miracle she’d hoped for, for so many years, played out before her eyes as the Ylissean advance, and the Shepherds in particular, made short work of the so-called invincible army. It was only a small detachment of force that’d been able to arrive at the port in time to be sure, a long way from the finest soldiers, and it wasn’t as if Walhart had never lost skirmishes or engagements on his way to a greater victory… but to see his men routed and fleeing as their fortifications were overrun and their leaders cast down by a completely untouched Ylissean strike force… To even find herself rescued by and fighting alongside those same soldiers had been like something from the dreams she’d almost wanted to give up on.
It had been Robin leading the squad that had pulled her from her predicament, cornered on the edge of town after her cover was blown and his own companions she’d then fought beside for the short remainder of the battle.
But even so, and even without truly intending to, her gaze had fallen irrevocably past him and towards the Exalt himself. The man at the head of their forces, engaging the greatest bulk of the defending army and defeating their General himself. Exalt Chrom, the Legendary Hero of Ylisse, Commander of the Shepherds, and a man who seemed to make a habit of doing the impossible.
“Haah…” Letting out a sigh, the Empress broke out from her meditation, pulling herself momentarily from her memories as she looked out towards the vast, green land quickly filling the horizon. The closer she got to Ylisse, the more those memories came to her, stronger and more vividly, until it seemed sometimes that all she could focus on was the time they spent together in those days.
She could clearly recall the feelings of hope, admiration and forlorn expectation she’d held towards the Exalt in those days. And while, she still held him in the absolute highest esteem, just thinking about it… it all felt so very silly. Walking past the shoddy-looking Tactician to entrust her dreams to the Exalt, she almost had to laugh, looking back now and seeing how quickly that had begun to change.
Within the first few battles she’d fought alongside the Ylissean army she’d understood. Chrom was a gifted leader, a brave man and an almost peerless fighter. He was someone who was always destined to go down as a massive figure in history books, the driving force that had kept their Alliance together as well as the man who’d forged the Shepherds into the incredible force they’d come to represent.
Leading any other army, for any other country, Chrom would have been just as magnificent and earned himself just as much glory.
But Ylisse, and the Shepherds were an almost insignificant military power, a force that faced only impossible odds. And they overcame them, they won, because of Robin. It was his cunning, his strategies and more than anything else, his tremendous effort that had led them to victory time and again. It was the Tactician who they entrusted their lives to, and it was him who had always kept them safe, no matter how incredible the enemies they’d fought were.
In the weeks that followed her joining, in all the battles, skirmishes and missions that followed, Say’ri had seen first-hand the sight of him fighting alongside the others in combat, risking his life just as readily on the frontline. And then, when everyone else was relaxing, training, or celebrating their victory, she’d seen Robin throwing himself desperately into his planning- sometimes locking himself in his tent for days at a time, working through his plans, counterplans, strategies, feints and ruses until he was confident he could face every member of their army and tell them he would bring them home alive. It was something she’d never seen before. And something that had struck an indescribably chord within her. For a woman who’d spent so long trying to work with a scattered and directionless resistance, and whose comrades had often been little more than opportunists and fair-weather friends… to see someone so fully dedicating themselves to the path towards the Valmese Empire’s defeat -no matter the reason he had for it- it was impossible she wouldn’t have been moved.
Say’ri had lost everything when Walhart invaded. Her home, her people, her parents, her beloved brother and even her respect. For thousands of years Chon’sin had been a fiercely proud, independent nation, and then in a matter of months, with the defeat of the army, the defection of Yen’fay and the slaughter of the royal family, it had been subjugated and relegated to nothing more than just another jewel in the Conqueror’s crown.
For years, for every single day afterwards she’d dedicated herself to whatever resistance she could muster and to the vain hope of fighting back against this terrible fate. For years, she’d suffered nothing but endless defeats and frustrating setbacks.
It was the Shepherds that had finally granted her the strength to take back what had been stolen from her.
And, in the weeks and months since her joining, she’d found herself watching from an increasingly short distance as Robin worked with just the same intensity as her pain and guilt demanded of her. All to make the dream she’d almost given up on a reality.
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Southern Port – Ylisse
It wasn’t until her ship was docked in Ylissean waters that the first shivers of nervousness finally caught up to Say’ri.
Her promise and that man had lingered in her thoughts frequently ever since she’d left. Many times, her mind had drifted back to these shores and countless times she’d imagined this day. But now, at long last, rather than a dream, or idle fantasy, she was truly here… back within the ancient land of Anri and the Hero King. Back in the heartland of the Shepherds, of her dearest companions and…
Her heart slammed against the walls of her chest with such thunder that, for a moment, she was scared that everyone around her could surely hear it.
‘Breathe. Calm yourself. Now, slowly.’
Thankfully, she was able to hide her shaking hands within the long sleeves of the extravagant purple and gold kimono she was wearing and, wrapped up head-to-toe in multiple layers as she was, she could hide any traces of her unease as long as she could manage to keep her face straight. With all the time she’d spent in exile, she’d grown increasingly accustomed to the light, practical dresses and battle gear she’d worn. It had taken quite some time to adjust to the incredibly formal, regal clothing that befitted her station these days, but for now at least, she was thankful for it.
But now, the hour that’d lived so long in her thoughts was finally upon her.
Closing her eyes for just a moment, Say’ri welled up her courage once again. Of all the battlefields she’d thrown herself into through so many years, this was the first that drew her hesitation.
She stepped forward all the same.
The long, beautiful robes hid her shaking feet and a slow, measured pace covered the nervousness swirling through her.
“Behold!” her criers roared, the instant her painstakingly presented ponytail -raised aloft in a six-pronged golden hairpin- appeared over the side of the ship, earning an answering cheer from the rest of her people as she stepped slowly along the gangplank, “Her Imperial Majesty! The liberator of Valm and heart of her people! Empress Say’ri, the Phoenix!”
An honour guard of Ylissean soldiers had been prepared to greet her arrival, standing flanked on either side of the street, their armour sparkled so keenly she was sure that even Frederick must be proud of them.
The Shepherds, her beloved and sorely missed companions, stood in their place at the head of either column. Decidedly, although expectedly, less disciplined than the royal soldiers, many of them broke formation to smile or wave over to her. Nowi especially looked about three seconds from turning into a Dragon to fly around overhead before Nah’s hand began squeezing tight around her mother’s wrist.
And, at the far end of the street Chrom stood patiently in place, awaiting her. His face was fixed forwards and posture firm, watching placidly as she slowly descended to Ylissean soil, meeting both it and him for the first time, not as his soldier, but as a foreign Empress.
He looked just as handsome as she’d expected. Ylissean royalty were famous for wearing their years well, perhaps due to their ties with the Divine Dragon, and Chrom was no exception. All the same though, the sight of him was almost enough to test Say’ri’s composure to its limits! Chrom was a trusted ally and close friend, she’d seen him in all sorts of different states in the time they’d spent together; in his normal clothes, in his battle-gear, in heavy armour, stripped half-naked for training, and once she’d even seen him in his nightwear after a late-night alarm had awoken their whole camp.
But she’d never once seen him like this! Draped head to toe in layer after layer of thick, heavy, robes along with ostentatious medallions and a huge fur-lined cloak that reached down even past his feet. And, somehow, he was even wearing a cravat tied up tight around his neck, adorned with what could only be the most expensive and luxurious silken tie she’d ever laid eyes on. In every respect, the man who usually slung off to battle with barely a care in the world, was done up in clothing no less regal than her own.
And, Say’ri suspected, also clothing that was no less stifling in the current Ylissean summer. Her sympathies went out to the man.
To the Exalt’s left stood his wife, Sumia, dressed in an equally impressive raiment but smiling far more openly despite it. And, as always, at his right was-
‘!’
Say’ri’s heart shuddered in her chest and her legs wavered. Forcefully keeping her face from betraying her emotions, she quickly cut that thought down, keeping her eyes instead firmly focussed forwards.
If she’d been a little less pre-occupied and paying more attention to her surroundings, the Empress may have noticed several very surprised looks spreading across the faces of her former comrades as she walked past them. Her extravagant clothing was one cause of the befuddled looks, of course, while they’d all known she was a Princess and the heiress to the throne, to see the warrior-maiden they’d all known walking unarmed and displaying such open beauty was a hard thing to reconcile.
But what truly left them stunned, was when their gazes took in the sight of the Empresses new look, there was no possible way any of them could fail to notice the unexpected sight of the Empress’s surprisingly prominent chest. In place of the wash-board flat chest they’d always known from their friend, her huge round curves were stretching the fabric of her kimono out beyond what even the multiple layers of exceedingly modest clothing could possibly downplay.
An audible gulp spread simultaneously through several of the male Shepherds. While Say’ri was certainly short of the outright supremacy that Tiki or Tharja held in that domain, she was at least equal to Sumia or Noire. Double-takes turned into triple-checks and more than one man simply held in place, staring in awed disbelief… the fields that all had thought practically fallow, were apparently even more bountiful than Olivia’s.
And, if the Empress had glanced to her right, she would have seen the rare spectacle of the Ylissean Wing Commander’s proud discipline break, as Cordelia’s hand drifted to her own (mostly hollow) breastplate, and her face went pale with a look of muted betrayal. The lance held in the Wing Commander’s other hand creaked with the strain being suddenly placed around it, Cordelia had always felt something of a quiet kinship towards the other seemingly similarly proportioned woman, it had been a comfort when surrounded by so many other exceedingly feminine beauties in the Shepherd’s ranks. And now she was made suddenly aware that all her feelings had been one-way.
With the sash tied around her waist, showing that Say’ri was just as slender in peacetime as she’d been in the war, and the turn of her round hips clear even despite the thick, ceremonial garb the Empress radiated a sense of composed and regal beauty as she strode carefully through the portside streets to the head of the reception. Soft but unyielding, beautiful but pure, serious but gentle- no matter how they’d once known her or how much time they’d spent beside her, a sense of distance was now felt between her from the Shepherds as they looked to her now. As if she’d moved to a place beyond their reach.
“Hey! Say’ri! Long-time no see!”
And, just a single moment after that thought began to settle in their minds, the very sense of it was instantly destroyed as Chrom obliterated the atmosphere that had been built up around with his overly casual greeting.
A sharp glare from the attendants walking in place behind her quickly stopped the Exalt in his tracks and with a cough he made a second attempt.
“Er, *ahem*, that is to say… Ylisse welcomes you, Empress Say’ri,” he proclaimed instead, spreading his arms wide in open greeting, “And the Shepherds as well, it’s been far too long since we’ve enjoyed your company.”
“And to you too, Your Radiance,” she replied, thankful that her voice came out clearly despite how dry her throat seemed, “It is to my gr… to my…”
Her words faltered and her composure with it.
Her steps became faster, before she could stop herself.
Now that she was finally standing before them, her resolve collapsed and she couldn’t keep herself from turning from the Exalt to the man standing at his side.
“A-Ahha,” she gasped open-mouthed, reaching up to cup his face with trembling hands, as if fearing he would slip through her very fingers, “R-Robin… By Naga’s grace. It’s true… It’s really true… y-you really are alive…”
She’d heard the news, of course. And then all the tales that followed in the wake of such an unprecedented event.
But to see him now, just centimetres away from her… To feel his warmth under her touch, to feel his breath caressing her skin and to see the same kind smile on his lips…
Empress or not, she felt suddenly a million miles away from any of her responsibilities. She felt like a young woman, in exile of her country, wrapped up once more in the simple happiness of being around the Tactician who’d become so important to her. Her eyes shimmered weakly and her body began glowing with a familiar soft and comforting heat.
The time since Grima’s final defeat had been hard for her, difficult and busy, and endlessly lonely in her station once Lady Tiki had retreated for to the Mila Tree. But as she stroked her fingers over the cheeks of the man who’d disappeared before her eyes, it felt like a part of her heart that’d been chilled numb for almost a year slowly began to thaw.
His hands clasped softly over hers, squeezing them gently as he lowered them to waist height, “I missed you too, Empress. I’m heartened to see you looking so well.”
Holding onto her hands and feeling the soft, secret trembles running from her fingers, Robin was made immediately aware of just how much he’d taken the acceptance of his return for granted. Most of the Shepherds were based in Ylisse or not far afield, and the others like Virion had made short trips in the months since he’d come back. Having been far too pre-occupied with everything else that was going on with him since his return, he’d barely spared a thought for what it must have been like for someone like Say’ri- someone who was far too busy to simply visit Ylisse on a whim, and had only stories about his miraculous survival to go on.
The moment passed and her composure returned. Unlinking their hands, her fingertips dragged over hers for just a moment before she finally let him go.
“Welcome back, Robin.”
“It’s good to be back.”
“And, I thank you for your kind greeting as well Exalt. I am greatly pleased to stand once more in Ylisse’s generous hospitality, and I have always prayed that the bonds between our two nations would be everlasting.”
“Of course,” Chrom nodded, before pausing a moment, looking past the Chon’sinese woman to the attendants standing to attention behind her, “Although, I’m surprised not to see Ti- er, Lady Tiki alongside you, did she not come as well?”
Left unsaid was the equally likely alternative that the respected Manakete had been left inside the ship, splayed out gracelessly in her bed and refusing any attempts at waking.
Robin perked up at the question, having been wondering exactly the same thing while marvelling at the Empress’s entrance. Ever since the vision he’d seen after the first time he’d taken Nowi into his arms, he’d been left with many feelings as well as a whole host of questions towards the ancient Dragon.
Say’ri shook her head, “Unfortunately not. Her absence is felt strongly I assure you, but the Voice exhausted herself greatly while among us. I believe she was troubled especially in having to adjust to the urgency of the human flow of life. She sequestered herself atop the Mila Tree some months ago and has been residing there ever since.”
“I see.” Chrom nodded.
“That’s… a shame… But not surprising I suppose. I hope she’d alright then.” Robin agreed, with just a minor pang of disappointment.
“I am sure the news of your return will delight her when she does re-join us. I daresay you will likely find yourself playing host to her almost as soon as I deliver the news.”
They all laughed politely at the light joke, equally unexpected from the stoic woman, and Sumia used that break in the conversation to step in and move things along.
“Alright, well, I hardly think Say’ri wants to be standing out here in the streets all day. Dear, why don’t you show her to the accommodation you’ve prepared?”
There was very little forced formality in the Queen’s words, but somehow that suited her more that way. Even Chrom noted that none of the Empresses attendants so much as raised an eyebrow at how their mistress was addressed that time. Still, he wasn’t about to complain about a chance to get out from some of these oppressive robes, especially with the way the sun was currently beating down on him.
“Yeah, that sounds like a plan. Well, Empress, if you will?”
Receiving a small nod of agreement, the Exalt turned and fell into step alongside his wife, leaving her walking in time with them alongside the Grandmaster.
‘Steady.’
Say’ri’s façade was forcefully maintained. Her heart slammed against the walls of her chest so violently that she could scarcely hear a word of the conversation drifting around between them, nor follow exactly where she was led. But, all too soon, they seemed to have arrived and the arrangements dispersed, Robin stepped away from her side once more.
The building they’d come to was adequate at best. It was the best accommodation Chrom had been able to wrangle in the small port city on such abrupt notice, but he couldn’t help but wince under the disapproving sneers on the faces of her retainers. Yet another reminder to organise his desk more carefully. Thankfully, the Empress in question seemed to take no issue with the arrangements. If nothing else, he could console himself with the fact that it was a lot better than many of the places they’d stayed while on the road.
“Very well,” shaking everyone from their disparate thoughts, Say’ri welled up her courage and stepped forward into the unknown once again. Turning on the spot, she addressed the legion of handmaidens, guards, and attendants all following a respectful distance further down the street, “That will be enough for now. You may leave us.”
The collective shock was palpable. These people had followed her all the way across the ocean, they were here to support her and to keep her safe. None of them could possibly have expected to be dismissed so abruptly the moment they arrived on foreign shores.
“M-Milady, Empress..?”
“As you were informed; you were brought here to see to my needs and my safety. That is no longer a concern, I am now with the Shepherds, and under their protection once again. I will send word of the arrangements for departure in a few weeks, until then, consider your time your own.”
The shock, expectedly, didn’t diminish at all in light of such a brief explanation.
And, as the confusion rose to a fever pitch, the air at the Empresses feet shimmered and a woman who wasn’t there a moment ago, suddenly was.
With long black hair held up in a ponytail down her back and a fringe that completely covered one of her eyes she appeared in place, bent on one knee before her mistress. It was a position that, given her choice of light and loosely open clothing, gave a rather breath-taking view right down her own equally massive cleavage. For any of the men lucky enough to be standing to Say’ri’s back, it was a warmly received sight.
“My Lady Empress.”
Various questions were inferred in that simple statement and, at that, Say’ri hesitated. She hadn’t intended to bring anyone along with her, the promise she’d made was a private thing, something for her and him alone…
…But, she was well aware how convenient it was having her ninja around, and she, at least, would be unobtrusive. And, the Empress noted, she was also very pointedly holding the bag that Say’ri had packed away in secret away from her retainers. The same bag she’d been intending to send someone to gather from her quarters for her.
“Kagerou will accompany me, of course,” she decided after a moment, “A bodyguard is unnecessary, but she will act as my attendant.”
“As you will it.”
The air shimmered once more and the woman disappeared just as silently as she’d appeared. As if she’d never even been there at all, not a single trace of the woman remained, even the dust on the flagstones was undisturbed. For those un-used to such antics, it was quite the spectacle, something that left more than a few among the crowd doing a double take about what they’d just seen. And, that at least seemed enough to have interrupted the arguments being raised, so Say’ri swiftly seized the momentum.
“There will be no danger, these people are my comrades. I consider myself a Shepherd no less than any of them, our bonds will be lifelong.”
“Of course,” Robin added his agreement.
“You’ll always be one of us,” Chrom nodded, his support echoed by several other notes of agreement coming from the other Shepherds. Whatever still remained of the gulf they’d imagined between them, quickly vanished.
“Very well, let this be an order then,” she continued as she saw the legion of unhappy faces among her people, “If I am betrayed, then give the throne to my eldest cousin. The decision of going to war with Ylisse in revenge for such will rest with him. I command you to consider me dead under such an eventuality, and to pay no ransom.”
Their faces were no less pleased by that order, but her commands held a note of finality. She was the Empress and, in this, she would brook no disagreement.
At length, her handmaidens, attendants, guards, assistants and all other retainers bowed their heads and withdrew. Nodding acknowledgement at their departure, Say’ri finally turned on her heel and followed the rest of the Shepherds as they made their way inside the hotel.
Chrom, having gone ahead to keep from getting wrapped up in any of this, was left staring at the whole display with something between jealousy and amazement. He was delighted by her sentiments and (warranted, he hoped) trust in him. But even his admiration was dwarfed by his shock at the extent of her gall! To actually dismiss all her retainers, so she could take a proper vacation… He’d dreamed of doing something like that, but he’d never actually built up the nerve to try it, it was irresponsible, it was reckless, it was the kind of thing he’d expect Basilio to do!
Out of the corner of his eye he could see Frederick twitching in visible panic- no doubt absolutely terrified that such an example might have him try following the Empress’s lead.
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Despite himself, Robin couldn’t help but almost sag with relief when he stepped into the building, away from all the various guards, onlookers, attendants and the ostentatious ceremonies implicit with welcoming a foreign dignity to their shores.
Unexpectedly though, just as he was catching himself from giving out that reaction, he turned to see the Chon’sin Empress wearing the exact same expression of visible relaxation as she followed them inside. Her proud and collected visage washed away like a sandcastle against the morning tide the very moment the door swung shut behind her.
“I believe I shall take advantage of this opportunity.” She declared to nobody in particular, walking past the assembled Shepherds and towards one of the already prepared rooms across the foyer.
“Kagerou?”
“At your side, my lady.”
With nothing more than a shimmer in the air to signify her arrival, the black-haired woman appeared once more before their eyes and this time fell dutifully into step behind her mistress, following her into the open room and sealing the door after them.
Suddenly left absent from the woman at the centre of this entire situation, the Shepherds were left, slightly awkwardly, bereft of anything specific to do. So, with nothing to do but wait for her return, they simply milled around the foyer, speaking in slightly subdued tones and catching each other up on anything that’d been missed in their daily lives. Chrom managed to remove some of his various layers, particularly the heavy cloak that was well out of season in this heat and successfully offload them onto Frederick. Severa caused a small fight, Sumia knocked over a vase, and Vaike drew a moments ire from Cherche after his gaze lingered on one of the maids for a little too long. But, for the most part, more than anything else, they simply took the time to mentally adjust themselves to the changes in their long-time friend and ally, how completely different she’d become in her new role, in everything from her appearance to her demeanour.
“Fie! ‘Tis a great relief to finally have that done with!”
And then, right as they’d almost wrapped their heads around it, their entire group was sent reeling once again when the door opened and this time it was unmistakably Say’ri who rushed out (in a careless, excited bound) to greet them.
“Ah!” Robin found himself smiling even more than he’d expected, as the warm delight of seeing a beloved friend fully washed over him, “Say’ri.”
The elaborate hairpin was gone, leaving her hair tied up in a basic ponytail and falling over her shoulders in silken black waves. Adorning her head instead was the same familiar headband they’d seen so frequently from the former Princess. So too had her extravagant, multi-layered clothes disappeared. Instead the Chon’sinese woman was dressed in a simple, waist-length purple kimono with light strips of cream-white fabric tied around her hips and hanging slightly-immodestly down her legs in her usual fashion.
Her kimono was as tightly closed as ever, but from the slight glimpse of white cloth he could make out (now that he could guess what he must be looking for) Robin guessed that her surprisingly immense bust had been tied town once again, because from outward appearances, her chest seemed just as slight as it always had during the wars, leaving no hints at all of the heavy curves that’d been stretching out her royal robes just minutes earlier. Of course, it was wonderful to see his friend looking just like he’d remembered, and smiling just as warmly as he’d missed from her… but all the same, as a man, Robin couldn’t help but feel a small twang of disappointment at that last change to her attire. Still, even that more lascivious side of his nature was more than satiated by the sight of Say’ri’s gorgeous long legs back on full display. Smooth, slender and just very lightly tanned, seeing them bared before him once more left several enticing thoughts racing through the Tactician’s increasingly deviant mind.
Unsurprisingly, just like his reaction, the Empress’s now much more familiar appearance was greeted warmly by almost all their company. Lucina’s face remained cautiously neutral as her eyes flicked between her and Robin, Cordelia’s cheeks were ghostly pale and she was swaying in place as if bordering on fainting, and a dangerously excited look was briefly shared between both Lissa and Tharja as their eyes also flicked between Say’ri and Robin. And, for her part, standing rigidly in place behind her mistress, while holding a bag stuffed full with the ceremonial kimono, Kagerou’s controlled ninja expression gave just the barest hint of exasperation at the whole display- especially at the sight of her Empress loosening her practiced demeanour.
“You got changed already? Now that’s some smart thinking!” Chrom laughed, eagerly supporting her new look as he fingered his own robes, more than a little jealous he couldn’t do likewise, “I wish I’d thought to bring a spare set of clothes myself.”
“Aye. But, ‘tis wonderful to see you dressed up all the same Chrom. Fie, if naught else, I’m sure your wife appreciates the change at least.”
Sumia appeared about ready to say something that would leave him dressed up like a this more often, so the Exalt quickly moved the conversation along, “What exactly would you like to do from here then? We were originally planning to stay here overnight, since we thought you’d be exhausted from the journey, but it looks like you’re set to travel straight away?”
It wasn’t hard to notice that rather than wearing some set of comfortable clothes, Say’ri was dressed almost the same as how she had when they’d been on the road, including the same long, sturdy boots.
“So, it’s your call, but if you’re feeling up to it, we could set off earlier and host you in Ylisstol instead? It’d be more familiar to you at least.”
“Aye, it would be, and I am certainly fine to travel… but, to Ylisstol? I… I have seen your capital already, and, forgive me Chrom, but I did not come here with diplomatic intentions this time.”
“Er.”
Chrom winced, looking lost and feeling suddenly thrown to the wilds. Say’ri had journeyed a long way to be here, and had put aside all her Imperial duties to do so, but so far, even in the letter she’d sent him to notify about her arrival, there’d been no actual indication of just why she had done so. It was a completely reasonable confusion, and one that was echoed between all the attending Shepherds.
All but one.
“Of course not,” Robin interrupted softly, stepping towards the Empress with a gentle smile. He’d wondered just the same himself all this way here, but now, seeing her after all their time apart, he knew it was just as he suspected. His thoughts clicked into place, connecting the dots, and his heart glowed with warmth as he understood her intentions, “You came to see me, didn’t you? So I could show you around Ylisse.”
An answering smile blossomed on Say’ri’s face, but it was hesitant and only slight. As if unable to stop herself, her eyes slid from the Tactician to the bluenette princess standing in the back of the room. Her breath hitched and she slid herself a single step backwards.
Not missing a single heartbeat from her mistress, Kagerou tensed at the sight and her eyes narrowed to a point. The ninja had great care for her Empress and an even greater devotion, to stand silently at her side even when she believed that the woman she respected so greatly ad come all this way just to be hurt deeper than ever was no easy duty.
The moment passed, “Aye,” Say’ri nodded, her face settling calmly into a placid expression as she maintained a sombre distance from the Grandmaster, “I have never forgotten the words we spoke. ’Tis just as you say, I have come here to fulfil our promise.”
Not quite sure what to make of her cautious reaction in light of their previous close friendship, Robin simply leaned back and forced an easy-going laugh, “Well then it’s settled! The first place I wanted to show you was Ylisstol anyway. And, don’t say you’ve seen it already the last time you were here, I scarcely saw you outside our barracks in those days!”
Her cheeks dusted pink and her smile eased, and she didn’t deny his words, so he pressed on.
“There’s a lot more of the city to see than that, it’s considered the jewel of Ylisse for a reason. I should know really, I was no better, I’ve only really properly seen the city since I came back.”
“Aye. ‘Tis as you say, very well then.”
“So, we’ll work on whatever schedule you’d prefer but if you’re good enough to travel, why don’t we set off soon? I can’t imagine you’ll want to spend the day being cooped up after being stuck on a boat for that long.”
Her breathing quickened and her body let out an almost imperceptible tremble. Her reaction was quickly schooled away, and after a moment calmness reigned once more.
“As expected, you speak wisely. ‘Tis well true, I’m eager for a chance to walk more than a few paces. If it can be arranged, then let us be off immediately.”
Robin grinned at her one last time before turning back towards Chrom and arranging their orders. If he’d been looking, he might have seen the way her fingers twitched as he stepped away, but he was as efficient as ever, and within minutes their company was on the move once again.
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Two Years Ago – Valm
The first thing Say’ri reclaimed was her religion. For a woman who’d lost everything, it was the lifeline that filled her heart with something beyond revenge.
Perhaps unsurprisingly, given their heritage, Tiki was close to Lucina and Chrom, frequently going out of her way to spend time with either of them. And she’d equally formed a fast friendship with the other two Manaketes, their shared bond in a world surrounded by humans couldn’t be understated.
But, as her closest companion, Say’ri couldn’t have possibly missed that above even above the royals of Marth’s lineage, her fellow Dragons or anyone else, the Voice seemed fascinated by Robin, their inscrutable Tactician. Spending as much time with her as she did, Say’ri was frequently witness to Tiki inventing excuses to needing to speak to the man, bumping into him in their daily duties, or even simply meandering their walks around their camp towards his tent with no greater purpose.
Having only occasionally had a specific reason to speak to Robin herself, prior to Tiki’s recruitment, Say’ri had previously considered him a rather difficult man to approach, even despite his friendly demeanour and kind reputation. Whenever she saw him, if he wasn’t up to his eyeballs in planning, he was with already busy with Chrom or Lucina. And, in the rare occasions he was away from either of those, then Tharja greedily monopolised his time, or Lissa pulled him around with her if the Sorceress was somehow distracted. It was those last moments, the sight of him being urged towards the blonde Princess’s tent, that always seemed to bring the most complicated expressions to the Voice’s face. But no matter how she asked, Tiki never explained, so Say’ri couldn’t begin to guess as to the cause of that.
As it was, Tiki always approached the Tactician repeatedly and unreservedly, and always had requested that he do exactly the same to her, ever since the first day she’d joined their company. So, as the Voice’s self-appointed guardian and directly-appointed friend, Say’ri had found herself quickly growing accustomed to the man’s presence as well.
And, soon enough, she’d wound up forming her own unexpectedly close friendship with him. Before long it felt like almost any time she wasn’t around the Voice, she was spending time with Robin instead; she trained him in the blade, he tutored her in foreign economics, she taught him how to cook, he refreshed her dormant skills in arithmetic and logic. And, when neither of them had the energy or focus for anything meaningful, she would simply regale him with tales of the world as she knew it, helping fill in his missing knowledge with stories of her beloved homeland, everything from their legends, to their culture, to their geography or anything else that sprang to mind.
It wasn’t anything she’d ever intended, but somehow once she’d started telling him about Chon’sin, the stories had rushed from her like water from a dam that’d been split open. He was an attentive listener and after being so miserably lonely for so long, it was a surprising comfort to talk to someone with an open and unabashed interest in the land she’d been driven away from, the country that meant so much to her. He wasn’t humouring her, or putting up with her out of sympathy, never once did she feel like she was simply licking her wounds. And before she’d even become aware of it, those simple conversations over so many different days, had left her heart warmed with a feeling of peace she’d almost forgotten since Walhart’s invasion.
Before long, she’d found herself secretly relishing the Tactician’s company as much as the Voice openly did.
Of course, that wasn’t to say that he made things particularly easy for her!
“Fie!” Say’ri fumed, stomping around the tent she shared with the ancient manakete and glaring at the still fluttering flaps following his most recent departure, “I swear! ‘Tis abominable! That man has no sense of respect at all!”
“Does it really bother you so much?” Tiki laughed, looking back over her shoulder with not even the barest trace of offence as she tied the tent back closed.
Folding her arms, the princess let out a heated sigh, her answer arriving only several moments later, “Nay… Not so much anymore. I suppose I have grit my teeth at his actions so often that they barely arouse surprise at all these days. But, Lady Tiki, you indulge him too much! You really must not entertain such, such questions as those, it’s beyond rea- it’s like he treats you with no reverence at all!”
“Mhmm,” the manakete hummed a happy agreement as she flopped gracelessly down into a pile of pillows, “You’re right. That’s one of the things I like so much about him. One of many really.”
Say’ri’s frown depend, but Tiki wasn’t looking at her.
“All the Shepherds are very kind to me, and it’s wonderful to be around Nowi and her daughter, I haven’t enjoyed the company of others like me in a very, very long time. But, when I’m with the others, it’s like they can’t help but see me as a link to their Goddess, and it leaves them unsure how they should act around me, even young Nah gets caught up in it on occasion.
“I get enough of that from you already Say’ri, despite our friendship. I’m grateful that Robin, at least, has stopped with all that. I’ve told you before, in the old days, Mar-Mar and his companions never treated me as anything other than one of their comrades, I was just another friend to them, and I prefer that feeling so very much.”
Say’ri sighed again, this time in contrition. They’d had similar discussions to this before, many times before, and logically she completely understood that Tiki wanted to only be her friend… but when the immortal child of your Goddess say such a thing, it was no minor request!
“Aye. You’ve mentioned before that Robin reminds you of Ylisse’s Hero-King. I must admit though, from the paintings I’ve seen of the man, I struggle to see the resemblance.”
Tiki laughed again, but this time it was a warm laugh, filled deep with treasured memories, both of the present and the distant past.
“That’s because he doesn’t resemble him at all! Not in appearance or even in personality. Mar-Mar was a leader and an inspired commander, he was quick to action and always eager to do only what his heart told him what was right. Of everyone I’ve met, Lucina is probably the closet match to him in any of those regards.”
“Tis likely she’d be overjoyed to hear such a thing.”
“Robin is a lot more… considered. Both in good ways, and in bad. He’s clearly more comfortable following Chrom’s lead than taking charge himself. He’s a man who always wants contingencies to his contingences, and you must have seen for yourself how excited he gets anytime he outwits or out-manoeuvres the enemy commander’s we’ve met.”
Say’ri paused. She hadn’t seen that at all. In truth, she rarely took the time to appraise him so closely. Still, she knew without doubt just how important his strategies were, both to himself and to all of them. They were his lifeline in this world, the thing that he clung to when he marched off to terrifying battle after horrifying foe, they were the culmination of his belief that if he worked hard enough, if he did everything he could, then he could keep the people he cared for safe. It was a dangerous mindset, a confidence that balanced on a knifes-edge, but it was an honourable one and one she respected deeply… just as deeply as she wished to never have to see him deal with the reality of his planning not being enough.
“Robin is a man who would do the wrong things for the right reasons. I believe that he could make choices that Mar-Mar would never accept, and I know that thought scares him. He knows what he’s capable of, that’s why he entrusts so much of himself to Chrom,” more than one Shepherd had talked in hushed whispers of the nightmares they’d had following their battle at sea, of the screams they’d heard as the Valmese fleet burned before them, and the sounds that had followed them as thousands of men floundered helplessly in the middle of the ocean, “But I’ve felt his soul, and I know that whatever else he may believe, that he’s good natured, kind and generous, just as much as Mar-Mar was.
“It’s that feeling that reminds me of him. When I’m with Robin, it’s as if I can feel his caring, warm aura wrap around me like a cloak… it’s… I… Hmm, forgive me, I don’t have the words to describe it, but it’s a feeling I treasure beyond words.”
Say’ri could only smile at that. She’d heard similar descriptions from Tiki before, but it was always comforting for her to see her friend with such an open happiness. There was a morose streak within the Voice that had always troubled her.
“Fie. Well, that at least I am glad to he-”
Tiki’s grin turned sly, “Oh, and Mar-Mar never stole glances at my breasts when he thought I wasn’t looking.”
“Wha-he! Tha-a-a-to-to… to you!?” the princess reeled back, her hands instinctively moving to her own chest, as if to shield herself from the Tactician’s apparently lecherous gaze, “Cad! Nay, bounder more like! L-Lady Tiki! ‘Tis utterly disgraceful behaviour from a Tactician, we mus-”
The Divine Dragon only laughed harder than ever, sending the massive breasts in question bouncing delightfully before her friend’s scandalised eyes.
“Oh peace, Say’ri, peace, please,” she entreated, “I was mostly joking, he’s not really that bad… And anyway, I don’t mind if it’s him looking at me.”
“Lady Tiki! I-I have no words! This is most improp-”
“You know I’m not someone accustomed to welcoming attention. Say’ri, such things are difficult for me… most men look at me with reverence, some are so bold as to stare at me with lust. I’ve always shied away from both; such gazes are always filled with nothing but their own intentions.
“But Robin is different. Whether he’s attracted to me, or he respects me, or even when he’s looking askance as if he can’t believe what I’ve just said… it never changes the warmth I feel in his gaze. He looks at me and he only sees me, his companion and his ally. That’s comforting to me.”
Starting to feel worn out, Say’ri heaved yet another sigh. Unfortunately for the sake of her indignation, she could understand more of what Tiki was saying than she’d like to admit. As a member of the royal family, she was well accustomed to seeing eyes filled with nothing but someone else’s intentions for her, even among the resistance, there was no small amount of people who’d thought of nothing but how useful a friendship with her could be to them. More recently though, she’d instead often found herself marvelling at just how warm and contented she’d felt when around the Tactician, even something as simple as introducing Chon’sin tea to him had left her feeling surprisingly optimistic. His gaze never seemed to hold anything but thoughts about how he could help her.
He had a disarming, generous presence, there was no denying that. ‘Still!’ her indignation rose again, ‘That’s no reason to give yourself over to… to… indecency!’
She paused.
“Lady Tiki… is this why you’ve been leaving the uppermost buttons on your top open recently?”
“Ah, oh, S-Say’ri… *Ahhh*… forgive me… a sudden wave of fatigue has washed over me and…”
Apparently, the Voice didn’t think she could tell when her friend was feigning sleep.
Shaking her head, with yet another sigh, Say’ri turned to leave. It seemed her afternoon was free, so she might as well do some training to keep her mind sharp.
It was only a few moments later, on the way to the makeshift training field, that her mind began to wander a little and her thoughts drifted from Tiki’s voluptuous chest to her own, hidden away under her sarashi wrappings.
While she wasn’t in the same league as the Divine Dragon, her own breasts were still larger than most of the other Shepherds. It was a strange thought, and not one she’d given much consideration to before. Ever since fleeing her country and beginning her life in exile, she’d grown accustomed to keeping them wrapped up, so as to make fighting and training easier. It’d become second nature to live like that, she wasn’t sure if even any of the other women had seen her without her wrappings on.
‘But… If I… If I undid my wraps… would I see him looking my way too?’
It wasn’t that she wanted that, of course!
But, if she could spare the sublime voice of Naga having to endure such disgraceful conduct from their Tactician, then perhaps bearing such (unwanted!) attention in her place was worth considering.
“Fie!”
She quickly shook the thought away. No matter the reasoning she may have for it, the thought of displaying herself to try gain a man’s attention was just… it was just… She was a princess of Chon’sin!
“Fie!”
Her body felt unnaturally hot and her wrappings uncomfortably tight. But, of course, that was just her embarrassment at the idea of being disgraced in such a manner.
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“Uhnngh! Ha! Naga! I love it, I LOVE it!”
On the fourth floor of the Ylissean Palace, in a small supply closet off from one of the quieter side hallways Lucina, the eldest crown Princess of Ylisse, proud leader of the time-traveller Shepherds and one Exalt, was bent over, throwing her head up and down with delight, and crying out shamelessly as she roughly threw her hips back against her beloved fiancé’s equally beloved cock.
“Yes! J-Just like that! NgHHA! Fuck me! Claim me! Make me yours!”
Having left behind their supply train as well as the remainder of the royal guards that had been brought with them, the Shepherds had made their own way back to Ylisstol and arrived early that same afternoon.
True to his word, Robin had spent the rest of the day in Say’ri’s company, escorting the Empress and showing her around Ylisstol. In truth, she’d actually been a lot more distant than he’d anticipated, given their past closeness, but the day spent with a friend he hadn’t seen in so long had been undeniably pleasant. After saying his goodbyes and retiring back to the castle for the evening, he’d been promptly interrupted by a messenger telling him about an important, emergency meeting Chrom was arranging for the Shepherd’s leadership- to finally have a chance to actually get together and talk about this situation.
On his way, in what he’d taken at the time to be a co-incidence, he’d met up with Lucina, taking the same path as him to the same meeting.
And then, after being reminded by the princess of a faster route to their destination, he’d followed her down a usually deserted hallway… and had promptly found himself pulled forcefully (although, not unkindly) into a small supply closet, and then directly into his current (wonderful) position.
“It, hha, it’s okay to be rougher, if you want!” Lucina panted, proving her point by swinging her hips forcefully back towards him as he drove into her. Her hands clenched tight to the shelf in-front of her as she squeezed her pussy tight around the full length of his cock, having to hold herself upright as her legs trembled under the pleasure, “I-I want it just as badly as you! And, and this may be our last chance for a while!”
Meeting her request by slamming his cock brutally through the full length of her wonderfully tight tunnel, Robin swiftly drew a delighted scream from his lover as the pure and noble Princess of Ylisse was fucked directly into the wooden shelf she was clinging to so desperately. Lucina was jolted forwards harder and stronger with each thrust until her entire upper body was shoved right up against the shelf and she was left just panting and moaning, feeling his hands tight around her waist, and her finely toned body used as nothing more than a hole for his pleasure.
Which, of course, was exactly what she’d been goading him towards.
Succumbing to the pleasure, Lucina was soon left almost insensate to the world, doing little but shaking her hips against him as she crashed headlong through orgasm after orgasm, squeezing and pulsing her walls around his cock in a way that never failed to leave him gasping in equally heady ecstasy.
Robin’s own release rose almost as quickly. That at least wasn’t much of a surprise for him, given how backed up he was; they’d been either on the road or hastily throwing together their plans to greet Say’ri all day, it felt like he’d been just rushing from one thing to another since he’d been woken up by Chrom’s messenger pounding on his door. Aside from the two loads he’d shot into Nowi in the bath before breakfast, a brief rendezvous with Miriel while they’d been preparing to leave, and a single blowjob from Lissa when they’d arrived at the port, this was the first time he’d had sex all day.
If he’d had his wish, he would have preferred to properly delight in Lucina’s body, preferably somewhere a little more private and a lot more comfortable, but there was no time for that, and his lover seemed even more impatient than him; so a quick, rough and heady liaison in a storage closet would have to suffice instead.
Lacking the space to properly bend her over, Robin simply drove into her harder, and rougher, again and again, until he was standing squeezed fully up against her, with his hands firm around her waist and his lips pressing hot against her neck, both with desperation and with needy affection.
“You always feel incredible,” he whispered between his own increasingly ragged breaths, “For as long as I live, I’ll know I’ll never tire of your body!”
And, perhaps ironically, he knew that now even surer than he ever had before his death. No matter how many women he tasted, or how many times he pushed one of their female companions down, still he always yearned for his Bluenette’s touch. He doubted she would be happy to know that, but it was true all the same.
She gave her reply in a shrieking yell, overwhelmed with delight!
But, surprisingly, despite the usual eager submission Lucina enjoyed with him, this time it was her who suddenly took charge to send him over the edge!
Swinging her hips back against his, perfectly in time with his own thrust, her entire pussy pulsed vice-tight around his length, caressing and squeezing him, she milked his cock with every drop of skill she’d learned through their increasingly ravenous lovemaking.
Gasping aloud, Robin’s vision flashed white, his world narrowed to a fine point and his cock erupted inside her. Sending hot, thick ropes of seed crashing hard into the Princess’s eager walls.
Lucina’s voice sang out in a melody of delight, her ecstasy overflowing once more from the instant she felt her womb flooded with his cum, her song turning to a satisfied moan and her body shivering with pleasure as she felt the entirety of her pussy dyed thick in the Tactician’s colour. It was exactly what she’d needed, just what she’d ached for all afternoon… Cresting peak after peak each time she felt his cock twitching inside her, spraying out yet another jet of his release, her mind was already flying among the clouds, her consciousness blissfully shattered and all the weight of the world finally washed from her shoulders.
For now, for this instant at least, she wasn’t worried, or jealous, or stressed, or horny, or filled with strange desires she couldn’t put words to. All that she was, was simply Robin’s woman- stuffed with his cum, wrapped tight around his cock, and with her body completely given up to his desires. She would be a Princess of Ylisse later, for now she was the Grandmaster’s trained slut.
Collapsing against the wooden supply shelf with that happy thought drifting distantly through what remained of her mind, the mass of orgasms caught up with her- leaving the former Exalt giddy, moaning weakly as she passed out of consciousness, with her tongue lolled out and thick trails of cum running down her legs.
“Nghh…hmmmmnnn…”
Watching his lover slump forward, falling among the dusty rags and cleaning supplies, Robin heaved a deep (and rather contented) sigh. His own legs were shaking slightly as he pulled his trousers back up and into place, there really was no denying the warm, joyous satisfaction he felt from being with the woman he loved most and seeing her so thoroughly satisfied. Lucina wasn’t a demanding person, nor was she difficult to please, but no matter how much time passed or how often he’d shared a bed (or anywhere else) with her, it never lessened how important it was for him to do so.
Of course, he fucked his fiancée as hard or harder than this regularly these days, so he knew she would recover in just a few moments. And then, she’d likely have just the same ache as him for more…
‘Unfortunately, if there was time for that, then we wouldn’t be doing it in a closet in the first place.’
And, with the way that she’d mentioned this possibly being the last chance they would have to be together for some time, things didn’t bode well for the desire he had to spend the night in her bedroom either.
Robin sighed, again, feeling a little like he was making a habit of it.
It wasn’t particularly hard to notice that Lucina had been on edge, nor was much of a challenge for him to guess why, given he’d spent almost the entire afternoon in Say’ri’s company. Not to mention that, by all appearances, it seemed like he would be escorting the Empress around for her stay in the Halidom. So far, with how hastily their trip down south had been organised upon Chrom’s urgent summons this morning and their similarly abrupt return this afternoon, he’d barely had time to offer his fiancée even a skeleton of an explanation about what was going on with him. It seemed it was long past time they had a proper talk.
Slowly getting her breath back, Lucina pulled herself back to her feet and, with a notable shiver, gingerly pulled her paints back up her waist and into place. Of course, watching the tight black fabric sliding into place around the princess’s shapely round (and now cum soaked) hips gave the Tactician another considerable pause.
With her lifestyle, she hadn’t put on any real weight even after arriving in this time and finally starting to eat properly. Even today, he doubted she’d even weigh 50kilo, she felt about the same weight as Tharja in his arms despite being half a head taller. Her stomach was as flat and toned as ever and she would probably remain lissom for all her life. But eating proper meals had done her notable favours regardless and she’d filled out the curve of her waist and the size of her (still very modest) bust in ways that did dangerous things to Robin’s still red-hot libido. Being with Lucina always felt wonderful, but it also always left him wanting more.
“That feels… a lot better. Thank you, Robin.”
Unfortunately, there was no time for that now. Shaking enticing thoughts away, he caught the Princess as she turned to leave, pulling her into his chest and holding her gently against him.
“You don’t have anything to worry about,” given everything he was still keeping from her, that probably wasn’t entirely true, so he quickly amended that claim, “You’re the one I love.”
“I know… I… I don’t doubt that, of course. It’s only… You know, she’s just, she’s always been very fond of you. And she’s come all this way here for you… and… and, I still…”
And she still couldn’t bring herself to be open about their relationship. By Lucina’s own inaction, she had no way of staking a claim on the man she loved. As far as anyone else knew, there was no reason the Chon’sin Empress couldn’t make a move on him, should she so wish.
“We don’t know how she feels about me, she’s never said anything like that. And anything you’re thinking about was a long, long time ago regardless. She’s ruling an entire country these days, she’s got the whole world on her shoulders, even if she did feel something for me in those days, I doubt she’s still carrying a torch for me after all this time. Hells, this afternoon she barely even said two words to me!”
“Then… Then why would she come all this way!? You said so yourself, she came here just to see you!”
Robin sighed, “It’s an old promise we made. You know how she gets about honour and keeping her word. And, well, we were close friends, wouldn’t you want to see one of your companions if you’d heard they’d come back from the dead? I know I was glad to see her again, I’ve missed her, and I know you have too.”
Lucina nodded, but the look in her eyes didn’t change, “Let me come with you. You said you’re going to show her around Ylissse, right? Then show me too.”
“Sure. I’m fine with that,” Of course, he would love to have her at his side. Even aside from how much he enjoyed spending time with her, the thought of being alone with his fiancée walking through some of Ylisse’s major attractions left Robin with several very interesting ideas he thought better of than to verbalise, “But you understand that doing so will mean you have to be open about us? I’d be happy to, of course, but…”
Lucina winced, her eyes sliding away from his and her light frame jolting in his arms.
Once again, for the thousandth time, she considered the topic. And just as with all the times beforehand… she hesitated.
The once-Exalt was a brave, straightforward and direct woman, someone who would dive into the greatest danger if it would protect those she loved or save the world she’d given so much for. But after a life spent with little more than conflict and with a heart un-used to the emotions that assailed her so frequently these days, she wavered. She knew how to be a warrior, she was still learning how to be anything else, as much as she yearned desperately to be a lover, a wife and a mother, the fear of it, of her inability and ignorance, held her in place. Anytime she imagined herself only standing at Robin’s side, of showing off his ring or walking with her hand in his… no matter how deeply happy the thought made her, it daunted her in equal measure.
She knew without a shadow of a doubt what she felt for the Tactician, she’d accepted that ever since that evening when she’d come for his life and been unable to take it. But, the thought of saying so to her father, of changing her world to truly embrace such a romance…
Her mouth opened and close, but no sound came out.
After a moment, her head dropped and she slumped against him, her fingers pulled at his cloak, but she offered no other answer.
Once again, for the thousand time, she’d come to the threshold of her heart. And, just as with all the times beforehand… she’d faltered.
A lifetime of trauma was not so simply left behind.
“It’s fine, it’s fine,” Robin whispered in quiet assurance, running his hands soothingly up and down her back, “There’s no hurry, and I’m not going anywhere. I’ll wait as long as you need.”
There was no deceit in his words. Whatever difficulty being open about their relationship would present towards him having to deal with his condition, he would have gladly accepted it if it meant he could have stood proudly beside the woman he loved, if it’d meant he could finally take her as his wife. But, all the same, he did understand. He’d been waiting all this time for Lucina to make that final step. She’d certainly come a very long way from how she was when she’d first arrived in the past, but there was no missing the lifetime of baggage still wrapped tight around her.
He wouldn’t push her. When she was ready, they would take the next step, together, at whatever pace she was comfortable with.
“It’s fine,” he repeated, “No matter anything else, you’re the one I want, and the one I chose. I love you. I want to be with you, and I intend to marry you one day. It never mattered what anyone else thought of me, or I would have married Tharja years ago.”
At that, finally, her mood broke and the princess breathed out a soft laugh, “That’s true.”
Regardless of what the foreign Empress may or may not feel for the Tactician, Lucina knew she had no place to doubt Robin’s feelings towards her. She only had to touch the ring still hidden under her glove to be assured of that.
‘I truly am foolish, aren’t I?’ she scolded herself, as she relaxed properly into his gentle embrace, ‘It’s not as if Say’ri is the first woman to take an interest in him. And Robin certainly isn’t the kind of man to just go along with anything, he’s always thinking everything through.’
He’d long since told her about his past liaisons with her Aunt Lissa and, while Lucina still found herself thinking occasionally about the nights those two must have shared, she also knew that if he was the type of man to just take anything that was within his grasp, then Tharja would have most likely never left his tent during their entire campaign! And instead, Lucina was the one currently held in his arms despite all her invitations towards Robin, the anti-social Plegian Sorceress was most likely still a virgin.
She trusted him, of course she did. And she wasn’t a jealous lover, she didn’t mind him being around other women, that was completely normal when half of their closest companions were female. It had been just the same during the war, and nothing had changed since then.
‘I suppose I was just envious at the thought of Say’ri getting to spend so much time with him.’
That was perhaps the biggest hazard of her having kept their relationship a secret. No matter how close they were outwardly as friends, she had to all but invent reasons to be around him, while others could practically come and go as they pleased.
It was something that’d built up somewhat in all the time since his return. Tharja, of course, did whatever she wanted and had always been an expected regular in his office, and Lissa had never been too far away either. But recently, Lucina had even found herself getting jealous of how often Olivia got to be with him ever since she’d become his assistant- which was too embarrassing for her to even mention, since Robin had trusted her with the full story of exactly how he’d found Olivia that night, and why he’d offered her the job, and the dancer was married regardless. It definitely didn’t help that Nowi seemed to be coming over to bother him more often recently, or how Miriel appeared to be working on some project or another with him, never mind how Cordelia-
Clenching her teeth, Lucina immediately banished that thought, and just as quickly decided to stop thinking about Cordelia. Not when she was in her lover’s arms.
“I’m just jealous,” she admitted freely, knowing he’d surely already figured out long before she had, “I’m not actually worried, and I like Say’ri, I cherish her friendship greatly. I’m happy if she enjoys her time here, and if you have fun with her… I just want to spend time with you, too.”
“Why don’t we do something when I’m back?” he offered, smiling at her improved mood as he stroked his fingers through her hair, “I’ll figure out some excuse to get away, and we’ll go away somewhere nice. Hmm, it’s still some months before your birthday, so it shouldn’t be too hard to manage.”
She hummed a happy approval to that thought.
“In the meantime, it’d be good for you to spend some time with Morgan anyway.”
“Ah!” she jolted again, shocked with sudden realisation, “Oh no! She’s going to be so unhappy if you leave her behind. She’ll miss you just as much as I will, I’m sure. I-I’ll h-have to make plenty of time to look after her!”
Somehow, thankfully, even despite her ongoing hesitation to confirm their relationship, Lucina had swiftly gotten over any reservations she may have had about their daughter. She didn’t have much confidence in herself as a mother, but she would never let her own fears hurt Morgan by placing distance between them, she dearly loved the young girl and threw herself fully into the role.
Having said everything that needed to be said, as well as finally gotten out all the stresses that’d been bottled up inside (and welcoming a delightfully thick load within her instead), Lucina slowly extricated herself from her lover’s arms, appeasing him with one final kiss as she did so. They were, after-all, now long past their urgent meeting’s supposed start-time.
Taking a second to tug her clothes back properly into place and pat down her sex-mussed hair, she pulled the door open and-
“Ah-Auagh!?”
“E-Eh!?”
And, quickly jumped in place, just barely short of barrelling herself into the back of her own sister!
“C-C-Cynthia!?” she croaked, eyes wide and heart hammering furiously in her chest, as the Bluenette Pegasus Knight turned around to face her, “Wh-What, *ahem* Whatever are y-y-you doing h-here?”
“Lucy...”
Cynthia turned in place stiffly, like a wooden marionette. Her cheeks were flaming red, but her eyes were wide and shimmering wet as her whole body trembled. Lucina winced, a spike of guilt shooting through her, rather than just being embarrassed, it was clear her younger sister was mortified beyond what she’d ever felt possible. However, mixed in with that was a tiny voice at the edge of her consciousness reminding her that if anyone was to be here, at least it was Cynthia- aside from Tharja, her sister was the only person that already knew about Lucina’s relationship with Robin.
“Luuuccyy…”
“I-Ah, I er-”
“I, I heard you!” Cynthia interrupted, squeezing her eyes shut and throwing her hands down at her sides, “When I was walking past, I heard your voice an-and heard you two g-going at it!”
“I ahah, I really don’t think we should be talking abou-”
“I thought… I didn’t want to interrupt you, s-since you’ve been on edge all day. But… but, but I couldn’t leave either! Be-because then if anyone else came they’d hear you too! S-So I stood guard till now!”
Cynthia’s voice cracked and she seemed close to sobbing. But Lucina could barely react. Her blood had dropped to her stomach and her face was now ghostly white… Until now she’d been trying to pretend that her sister had only come just now, or had just heard her talking to Robin about Say’ri. Standing as stiff as a pole, her mind spun with suddenly very painful memories of everything she’d been moaning to Robin just a minute ago… everything she’d been screaming out… with her sister less than a meter away from her.
“That’s very kind of you Cynthia,” Robin’s voice was just as awkward and stiff as she felt, but at least he’d forced himself to be able to talk.
“…Y-Yes, thank you, Cynthia,” Lucina echoed weakly, “I’m sorry, I rea-”
“Lucy!”
“H-Huh?”
“I… I…” Cynthia’s hands swung down at her sides once more, “I had to chase away Morgan!”
“…Ah…”
“…Oh…”
Morgan had come to take the same shortcut Lucina had identified. And her younger sister, standing careful vigil outside the closet Lucina was having sex in, had been forced to chase away Lucina’s daughter, to prevent her from hearing her mother moaning abo- about various things she didn’t want to think about!
Lucina’s world spun and she staggered on her feet. It was no wonder why Cynthia was so upset with her. Just having had to hear the two of them like that would have been bad enough, without her having taken it upon herself to protect their secret. It was clear she owed her sister a great debt, as well as an even greater apology.
The young Pegasus Knight’s massive chest heaved as she let out several deep breaths. Thankfully, Cynthia was never one to hold a grudge or cling to her anger. Now that she’d let out the frustration and she’d been bottling up the last few minutes, she quickly began to calm back down.
“If you really, really need to do it… Then, I-I don’t mind if you… you can use my room. Just, I don’t want to have to-”
“Th-That really, really will not be necessary! I promise you, I swear, this was just a onetime thing! It’ll never happen again, I-I hhhaa… Naga… I’m so, so sorry!”
“Y-Yeah, like she said… Thank you very much Cynthia. You really did save us. And, I… er, Gods, sorry about… about everything.”
Another incredibly awkward moment stretched out silently between the three of them at that. There was more that should have been said, but none of them could quite force themselves to verbalise it. Eventually, Cynthia stepped away, turning and trundling slowly back down the hallway.
“I… need to lie down…” she offered back over her shoulder, before Lucina could point out she was going the wrong way, “Tell Father I’m not feeling well.”
“O-Oh right… I, of course.”
Watching her leave, Lucina and Robin shuffled stiffly in the opposite direction, standing now half a metre apart from each other and each tugging unconsciously on their clothes, as if to make absolutely sure everything was just how it was meant to be. In the future, this would probably be funny, but right now, it was taking all of the former-Exalt’s willpower to keep from sprinting back through the Palace hallways and diving under the protection of her own bed.
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Two Years Ago – Valm
The second thing she reclaimed was companionship. The woman who’d been alone in the world, even before her exile, slowly healed enough to open her heart up to others.
“You know I can hear you pacing around the tent, Say’ri?”
“L-Lady Tiki!”
Jolted from her disquieted thoughts, the Chon’sin Princess jumped up from where she had indeed been in the process of completing her fourth trip around the tent she shared with the Voice of Naga and saw that same green-haired Manakete poking her head out from the entrance, turning her face to the side and regarding her with a puzzled expression.
“Is something the matter?”
“Ah… Fie, I… Nay, of course not, I was simply…”
“Here, why don’t we talk inside?”
Tiki had a rather insistent manner about her, and before Say’ri could really even think to resist, she found herself pulled inside and seated (comfortably) atop the Manakete’s usual pile of haphazardly placed cushions, trying her best to meet the other woman’s gaze as Tiki plopped down and sat cross-legged on the floor before her.
“My apologies, Say’ri, I suppose after all the time spent with this army, I’ve become just as impatient as all you humans these days.”
“Impatient?”
She nodded, “I’ve been waiting for this for a few weeks now! I’ve felt a growing discomfort in you for some time now, since a little after our last battle I believe? It’s been worrying me actually, I’ve never known you to stew on something for this long… actually, you’re usually rather sharp at telling me off when something’s amiss… But now, you’ve finally made your mind up, haven’t you? So! Come on! Out with it? What’s been worrying you so badly!”
Say’ri winced. The Voice was as astute as ever, she had indeed had a growing issue weighing on her mind lately, and she had been pacing around their tent trying to build the courage to finally face it. But she definitely wasn’t ready for being forcefully put on the spot, and the sight of the unduly-interested Manakete bearing down on her with a curious smile wasn’t making it any easier.
“Is it something I’ve done?” Tiki prompted, her smile faltering a little under Say’ri’s silence, “Am I troubling you in some way?”
“Nay! Never! Perish the thought!” her reply was almost instinctual… but then, after a moment she reconsidered, “Fie, at least, no more than you always trouble me, my lady.”
It wasn’t a big step, but even someone like the Chon’sin Princess could change, just a little. Tiki laughed in delight, and, as the tension that’d been wrapped around her began to ease, Say’ri matched her friend’s smile with a weaker one of her own.
“You are as perceptive as ever, my lady. ‘Tis true indeed, I’ve been meditating on a singular issue as of late, and ‘tis also true that I have been unable to steady my heart enough to reach a conclusion, even if a part of me already knows what my answer must be. So… So, I would, if it’s not too… if you would offer it, I would seek your advice. Fie, ‘tis not something I would want to bother you with, I just… I have no parents, or trusted mentors I can turn to anymore, none except you my lady. I-I apologise in advance! It must seem like a silly problem to be worrying about overmuch, and even more of one to be asking for your time with!
“But… But, all the same… If I may, I would seek your guidance.”
“As the Oracle?”
Tiki was as receptive as ever, but the question was slightly guarded.
“Nay,” even someone like Say’ri could change, just a little, “I seek not Naga’s mediation, but the advice of Lady Tiki. My closest and dearest f-f-friend!”
Tiki’s face lit up in delight! Mostly at having her ever faithful companion finally treating her as a confidant instead of a religious symbol. But also, a little because of how flushed pink the princess’s face was after forcing out that last statement.
“I just worry that… after spending these past months among the Shepherds, I find my thoughts shifting. ‘Twas in the past that all I could ever think about was avenging my nation, and my family. Even when negotiating with the other leaders of the resistance, even when fighting alongside their armies, I never felt any kinship with them, we were simply people with aligned goals. Fie, ‘tis not to say my fires of rage have been quenched, I still… I still hate Walhart with every fibre of my being,” her words distilled to a point at mentioning the Conqueror, cold and hard, there was no missing the emotion that still seared hot through the woman’s soul, “Just thinking about, or picturing the man leaves my blood racing with fury. I have spoken oft of my birthright as Princess, and of restoring my nation. But, ‘twas only sophistry, in truth, my eyes never saw anything beyond the image of the Conqueror’s blood on my sword.”
Tiki nodded quietly, waiting for her friend’s thoughts to settle, knowing better than to be stuck on this topic, lest it turn into a tangent.
A moment passed, the tension ebbed from the princess and her eyes drifted to the floor, “And yet… yet… Lately, I cannot help but think beyond that. Originally, I scoffed when Robin suggested he would help me study, help me prepare for my future. But we were free at the time, and… and he has quite the way with words when he means to, and… and, it’s been nice. To think of hope instead of hatred. A-Ah, fie! ‘Tis not just him I mean! Being around everyone, spending everyday surrounded by such kind people, I cannot help but smile. It’s as if I’ve been numb all these years, and I am beginning to thaw out.”
The Voice smiled happily at that summation, it was a change she’d noticed herself, Say’ri had been sharp as bared steel when they’d first met. But now, lately, more and more recently, she’d seemed a little softer, just a little gentler, “It’s funny,” she mused aloud as her thoughts drifted, “She said just the same thing to me not long ago.”
“Who did?”
“O-Oh!” jolted from her idle musing, Tiki suddenly realised she’d said too much. Shaking her head, she dismissed the question, keeping the bluenette princess’s confidence, “Oh, nothing. Please, pay it no mind.”
“Aye… I suppose I am speaking around the topic. I only mean to say, it feels like my emotions have been in a whirl lately, as if everything I put aside for so long is hitting me all at once. I have been thinking about the future, for the first time, I’ve been thinking about winning this war, and about what shall happen afterwards, after Walhart is finally dead. And… And, I’ve been thinking about my own future… A-And, and fie… I apologise again, Lady Tiki, this must seem very, very silly… ‘tis only… for the first time in my life, I’ve found myself getting distracted with, with *ahem*, with thoughts of… of romance.”
Her voice cracked a little and was very small by the end of her sentence, but Manakete hearing was sharp and Tiki picked up every last syllable.
“Oh!” she almost fell backwards from where she’d been sitting! She’d known Say’ri had been changing, and of course she’d felt such a swell of positive emotions leaking from the woman, but this was well beyond what she’d imagined! “Say’ri! That’s wonderful, I’m so happy for you!”
“F-Fie! La-Lady Tiki! P-Please! ‘Tis, ‘tis unbecoming of a woman of y-your station to, to, to hug one such as me!”
“Shush, this is a special occasion. Mhmm, my dear friend has fallen in love!”
“N-Nay!” blushing deepest scarlet from the tips of her ears to her toes, Say’ri squirmed out of the Voice’s soft embrace, jumping to her feet and retreating as much from the woman as from her statement, “Fie! ‘Tis, no-nothing like that! I am a warrior with an unshakable duty, and a Princess besides that. ‘Tis only that, that when I think of the future, I som-sometimes think that if I am to be Empress, then I shall need an Emperor to stand beside me, or at least a suitable consort. Aye, I have just been… just been thinking about, about the idea of love?”
That sounded far more like a question than she’d intended. Sucking in a deep breath, she forced herself steady. Say’ri cared deeply for her friend, but Tiki had a terrible way of always keeping her off balance.
“I wanted your advice because… because I’m worried that I am lacking in discipline to be even entertaining such ideas. ‘Twould be foolish to fall in love, would it not? There’s surely no time for such things in the midst of a war!”
Tiki hummed, “I think it’s perfectly fine. Humans live such short lives as it is, you should fill them with as much happiness as possible. All wars are dangerous, and none come with guarantees, a heart full of regrets is a truly terrible thing.”
“A-Aye? I did not expect your answer to come so quickly… but, your wisdom is as astute as ever, I… I shall take it under advisement,” Say’ri turned away, unable to meet her friend’s gaze.
“Good! And, you’re free for the rest of today, aren’t you? There’s no time like the present, why don’t you head ov-”
“Fie! Lady Tiki, please! ‘Twas only idle musings! Like I said, I was just thinking about the idea of… of it. Aye, even if I heed your words, would surely be unwise of me to fall in love for now anyway. When the fighting is done, I will need to lead Chon’sin as Empress, and I shall have to find a proper husband to rule beside me then.”
Tiki laughed, her smile turning sly, “That, at least, isn’t something you need to worry about. I’m sure Robin will make a fantastic Emperor, I know I would be proud to serve him.”
If Say’ri had been a little more composed, she may have noticed that beneath her friend’s teasing there was a tiny note of bittersweet feelings wrapped up in her words, the quiet, hidden sound of a woman putting her own feelings aside for the sake of her friend. There was no doubt that Tiki would be overjoyed to see two of the people she cared for so deeply happy together; she would congratulate them with all her heart and mean every word of it, because she would do so knowing that, whatever else she may feel, it was for the best. It was just as she’d said, human lives were so terribly, painfully short- even a man with an aura so akin to Mar-Mar’s would only live a scant few decades. It only made sense for humans to be with other humans.
Perhaps fortunately though, the Princess was far too flustered to possibly pay attention to anything besides the finer details of the tent floor.
“I-I told you, I wasn’t talking about anyone in specific! F-Fie, I never said a word about Robin, I was only… it was just a hypothetical question!” waving her hands around along with her claims, she paused, her words seemingly catching in her throat for a moment, “And anyway, even, even if I was interested in Robin, that could never work. He’s a foreigner… we could never have a foreigner on the throne, let alone fathering the royal line…”
Tiki shrugged, giving that defence all the credence she thought it was due, “I think you’d make a fine couple. He’s already famous through Valm as the man helping lead the Shepherds to liberate this continent, and to save Chon’sin. Your people would be overjoyed to have him, I’m sure. As the world stands now, I’m sure any country would love to get their hands on the ‘Ylissean Grandmaster’.”
Say’ri dithered, a thousand complicated thoughts and emotions working their way through her heart as she dealt with the Voice’s surprising offensive towards her love life. However, while the Princess was still glowing bright red and twisting on the spot, Tiki finally let her teasing drop. She’d had her fun, what her friend needed now wasn’t only encouragement, but also a cool head.
“I think very highly of Robin, as you well know,” she spoke, taking Say’ri by surprise once again with how calm her voice now, shifting to a far more serious tone, “But, if you do take any interest in him, then you would do well to be sure of your own feelings first. I’ve told you before that we Manaketes are highly sensitive to the feelings and emotions of everyone around us; being around Robin, especially these last weeks, I can feel his emotions stronger than any of the Shepherds, a powerful, warm and inviting love… it’s a feeling that’s almost all encompassing. It’s soft, tender and almost so comforting to pull you in just from being around it… Mmm, surely you’ve noticed that whenever Nah or Nowi walk past his tent, they always wind up smiling to themselves?”
Frowning to herself, Say’ri puzzled over the words, trying to make sense of them.
Normally to have your affections described in such a way could only be high praise- by any logic she could imagine, a man holding such deep love within him would speak highly of his character. But, the teasing nature had dropped from the Voice’s words, and she had faced Say’ri seriously. While not exactly a warning, there was no doubt there’d been a clear note of caution in how Tiki had phrased her explanation.
‘Fie. I don’t understand.’
Pressing for more details, or a better explanation got her nowhere. Her friend simply claimed she’d said too much already, that it wasn’t her place to say more. And soon enough, she’d retired back to her bed and left Say’ri alone to puzzle over both her words and her next step.
‘Was she warning me… telling me that the love Robin feels is… i-is directed at another?’
There was no reason for her to worry about something like that though. Obviously. Say’ri wasn’t in love with Robin. She didn’t even think about him all that often when they were apart. She appreciated his company but if he were to love someone else, then of course she would feel nothing but happi-
‘Fie! But the temperature drops quickly in this region!’ she cursed, wrapping her hands around her as a shiver ran down her spine, ‘And ‘tis still barely past the middle of the day even!’
Putting such thoughts aside and deciding the best thing to do would be to dedicate her afternoon to getting in some more training with her sword, she ducked out of the tent and made her way off back towards their makeshift training ring. It was only as her steps fell into a slow rhythm through the encampment, and only as her eyes drifted off to the large strategy tent setup on the edge of their camp, that another possible facet of the Voice’s words slowly revealed itself to her.
“Was she warning me… about what a man may do, for the sake of a love that intense?” she mused, her eyes going wide at the possibility. Certainly she’d heard all kinds of fanciful myths, legends and fairy-tales through her youth, silly stories about heroes filled with love powerful enough to change the very world to their needs, “Fie, I’ve seen it myself how hard Robin works for what he believes it… ‘twas one of the things that sent me to the Voice’s council in the first place.”
She paused, her steps faltering as her heart skipped a beat.
“Aye… ‘Twould be quite a thing to be loved like that…”
It was a thought she’d never fully appreciated until this moment. She’d seen the focus Robin had in his work, and the dedication he had towards his comrades, to imagine having all that same affection directed entirely at the woman he loved. Say’ri swallowed. A man both willing and able to move heaven and earth, smart enough to wrap the whole world around his finger and determined enough to see through anything he put his mind to. A man who could do even the wrong things, for the right reasons.
‘Fie! A-And now it’s suddenly hot again!’ she wiped her brow with a flustered frown, glaring up at the cloudy sky despite the heat pulsing from her core, and from between her legs, ‘Naga, I shall never be used to these lands.’
Her thighs trembled slightly, but despite the nature of her thoughts, there was almost a skip in her step as the Chon’sin Princess continued towards the practice ground.
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Given the hectic day they’d had as well as the ramshackle organisation that’d gone about to make everything work as best they’d managed, there wasn’t a single person in the palace strategy room that didn’t think this meeting was well overdue, but, finally, Chrom, Robin, Frederick, Lissa, Cordelia and Sumia, the Ylissean Shepherd’s leadership group was assembled. Well, mostly assembled, the Exalt had been worried when he’d heard his younger time-travelling daughter wasn’t well enough to attend, but after a few minutes of assurances from both Robin and Lucina, had been convinced to go dote on her after they’d talked everything through- rather than immediately.
“So,” Chrom began things with a rather inauspicious start, “Before anything else, I want to thank you all for getting so much done on such short notice. It was a little bumpy, but we got through it, and it’s all thanks to you guys.”
“Hmm,” Robin leaned forward at that praise, eyeing his best friend suspiciously, “What was with that anyway? The more I think about it, the more I think how strange it is that Say’ri, of all people, would turn up with such little announcement. Even Virion notified us a month in advance!”
Not quite meeting his eyes, the Exalt coughed awkwardly, “L-Look, let’s not get side-tracked for now, it’s been handled, the most important thing is that Say’ri has arrived. The reason I’ve called you all here, and I’m sure we were all wondering exactly the same thing, is to find out what exactly it is that she’s after. She’s our friend, of course, so it’s not a problem to host her, but I, well, I originally thought this was meant to be a diplomatic meeting, that she’d come to keep the friendship between our nations, talk about our treaties or trades… But, going off what she said earlier, it seems she’s got another purpose in mind entirely.”
So saying, he pulled out the letter he’d been holding, a beautiful white parchment proudly embossed with the royal seal of the Chon’sin Empress, and laid it flat out along the table for them all to see. They could all clearly see the highlighted date notifying the recipient of when she would be arriving (strangely, the top right of the letter seemed to have suffered from a nasty and still wet, ink-spill, completely obscuring the date the message had been sent) along with a simple message, ‘I will be arriving, to fulfil my promise.’
“Robin, this something to do with you?”
He sighed. Seeing it in person really made it undeniable, “Yes, that’s right, sorry. With the mad dash to get everything ready I didn’t even have much time to think about it, I only just realised what was going on when she talked about how she’d already visited Ylisstol.”
“So, what is this about then?” Frederick pressed, leaning closer across the table with his brows knit, “What is this promise she refers to?”
And now it was the Tactician’s turn to flinch uncomfortably under the focus, “Er, well, it’s not really as big a deal as this probably seems. Back during the war against Walhart, she used to tell me a lot about her homeland and we talked about her future, what she would do after the fighting. In return for all our help, she always said she would help us with what we still had yet to do against… against Plegia. And, we promised that when that was done, I’d show her around Ylisse in return.”
It was a rather abridged recap, and not really his best work. Staring at a room full of blank faces, Robin coughed awkwardly, “It’s not really a surprise she’d be interested, you know? Ylisse is the home to Anri, and the Hero King, and it’s the ancestral homeland of Tiki and Naga. It’s an important place for any Naganite.” That didn’t really improve things.
“Is that really it? The Empress of Chon’sin has come all the way here, so you can play tour guide?”
“W-Well, I don’t think either of us really thought through the logistics at the time… Or, at least, we probably assumed we’d be in a similar position to how we were during the fighting.”
Understanding that his death was a rather uncomfortable point, Robin carefully steered around that topic to get his meaning across. Obviously, things would have been a lot simpler if he’d survived the fight against Grima, they would have had plenty of time for him to show her his adopted homeland before she returned home, rather than now, where they were both running and helping run two countries on opposite sides of the world. Still, as always, it wasn’t as if he had any regrets. Aside from gifting the world Morgan, stopping Grima was the most important thing he’d ever done and if he had to choose between that, or keeping his word to the Chon’sin Princess, then he would choose Grima’s death every time… no matter how frequently her luscious long, white legs rose in his mind.
He couldn’t help but feel a little guilty though, given how stiff Say’ri had been around him today. The whole afternoon had felt like she was forcing herself… most likely she was here for her promise alone, and even if he couldn’t blame her given how much of an inconvenience this trip must be for her, Robin couldn’t help but feel a little sad at that thought.
“I suppose she always was quite a stickler for honour,” Chrom mused. It wasn’t a bad thing certainly, and he had no problem with Say’ri visiting, he didn’t even mind her taking his Tactician away for a while, Naga knew how often he’d told Robin to stop spending his entire life behind his desk. All the same though he couldn’t help but deflate somewhat at how simplistic it all seemed, especially given how frantic everything had been this morning getting things arranged.
“How wonderful, she’s come all this way, just for you? It’s like something out of a story! Isn’t that nice Robin? I never knew you were so popular with so many women!”
Sumia was smiling, but her eyes were as cold as Robin had ever seen them. Feeling a shudder run up his spine as he was trapped under her icy gaze, his mind spun for a moment as to what he’d done to deserve the Queen’s obvious ire… until a second later when he saw Cordelia shifting uncomfortably in place from the corner of his eye, and he realised the redheaded pegasus knight’s lips seemed to have been a little looser than he’d expected.
‘How much did she tell her? She didn’t say anything about last night, did she? …No, no… she probably said something after that time in my office, she must have been confused about what to think a-’
“So, it’s just going to be the two of you out wandering around alone? Just like you promised?” Sumia continued, knocking Robin from his considerations with a question that was just barely short of being an accusation, “Hmm, but it’s a little strange for a head of state to walk around alone with the right hand of the Exalt isn’t it? Especially without any other protection?”
It wasn’t hard to see what she was leading to with that. Obviously, given that he had a future-daughter with Lucina already, Sumia didn’t think much of him spending time alone with other women.
“I assume she’ll be bringing that ninja of hers… but other than that I don’t think she’ll accept me bringing anyone else along. It’s meant to be me showing her around Ylisse, not a formal visit with a proper escort, especially after she dismissed her entire entourage in front of us,” he considered a moment, weighing the possibilities, “I don’t think it’ll damage the relationship between Ylisse and Chon’sin exactly, but I doubt she’d like it.”
Chrom nodded along with him, “I don’t like it much myself either.”
Perhaps, more than any of them, the Exalt was in a rather tricky position. Of course, he’d rather his best-friend had a proper level of protection looking after him, but even more than that… as much as he didn’t exactly feel completely comfortable about Robin being with Lucina, he also didn’t like the idea of him not being with her either. Even if he’d have preferred not to, he couldn’t have possibly missed how important his Tactician was to his daughter, nor how happy she’d been with Morgan in her life.
“Still,” he concluded, “If that’s what she’s come all this way for, it would be rude for us to insist on anything else. I think we’d be best to just accept it.”
“I suppose so,” surprisingly, Sumia relented without a fight. Clapping her hands together, with a much more honest smile, she let the argument lie without complaint and moved the conversation on, “So then, given that she’s already relatively familiar with Ylisstol, I can’t imagine she’ll want to stay here much longer. Where do you intend to take her next?”
“Er, I… haven’t really had much time to think about it in great detail yet,” again Robin found himself caught without much of an answer. Thankfully, Say’ri wasn’t the type to complain if things weren’t completely perfect, rather than an Empress, she was clearly here as his close friend, he’d effectively winged his way through a tour of Ylisstol this afternoon and she hadn’t seemed to take any issue with it. However, now that he was on the spot before the Shepherd’s leadership group, he was very aware that wouldn’t be good enough for the entire journey, “Mt Prism makes a lot of sense I think, there’s nowhere like it in the world, and it’d be nice to see it again under less strained circumstances.”
Sumia nodded, “Well, then why not head past the old Millennium Court ruins on the way? That’s a very important part of Ylissean history, and they’re still kept in good condition, if you’ve never seen them before, they make for quite a breath-taking sight!”
“Oh! Ah, actually, huh, thanks! That’s a really good idea!”
Happy to be useful, the Queen proceeded to cheerily rattle off several other major landmarks and interesting destinations in the same area, leaving the Tactician digging a pencil from his robes and quickly scribbling her suggestions down on the back of the letter Say’ri had sent.
Considering his own lacking knowledge about the intricacies of Ylissean historical sites, he’d been somewhat at a loss for where to go, so this was all very helpful. Distantly he remembered that Sumia had originally hailed from a region close by the old Archanea heartland, which probably explained why she was so knowledgeable on the topic.
Before long, thanks to Sumia’s advice as well as a few additional suggestions from Frederick, Cordelia and even Lissa, Robin had a good list of destinations and at least a working outline of what could easily turn into a full itinerary. The plan for this sudden trip was taking shape faster than he could possibly have expected.
“Great! Looks like you’re all sorted!”
“Hah, looks like it!” he gave a relieved grin, carefully tucking the notes back into his robe, “There’s still some details I’ll need to hammer out, but that’s a good starting point for sure. Than-”
“Oh! Actually! Come to think of it, all this talk of Archanea has reminded me!” Suddenly spinning on the spot, Sumia turned to where Lucina was standing, looking oddly stiff and stoic for such a relaxed meeting, and pinned her in place with the same kind smile, “Lucina! Don’t you think it’s long past time you’ve paid a visit to your Grandparents?”
“Abuh?” the young bluenette balked, knocked from her thoughts and caught completely off guard. Her paternal grandparents were long dead, of course, but the Queen’s parents were still living comfortably in their hometown, “I, huh?”
“That’s not good enough, young lady! You haven’t seen them ever since they stayed with us to celebrate the end of the War. And even then, they spent more time with Morgan than with you. All this time and you haven’t gone to see them even once, they’ll start wondering why their own granddaughter doesn’t want anything to do with them!”
“I-oh, ah, I-I do want to see them?” Lucina wasn’t very used to filial piety, this was all very overwhelming for the poor girl, “I-I’ll go visit them!”
“Perfect!”
And at that, the Queen turned back towards the table once, folding her arms and beaming with a look of absolute victory.
“So, now that we’ve got that sor-”
“Oh!”
Chrom’s attempt to bring their meeting back to order was interrupted immediately by his wife.
“Actually, now that I think about it, your grandparents live only a few kilometres from the old Archanean Capital, don’t they Lucina? And since Robin and Say’ri will be visiting there anyway, why don’t you all travel together? It’ll be a lot safer for sure, and it’d be good for you to see some of Ylisse’s history while you’ve got a chance.”
“Er…”
“Ah…”
“I, ah… oh…”
The entire room was left dumbfounded, able to do nothing but stare at the surprisingly devious glint currently shining in the kindly woman’s eyes. It wasn’t a very subtle plan, but there was no refuting anything she’d said- like this, Lucina wouldn’t be tagging along to protect or to supervise the Tactician or the Empress, she would only be alongside them out of pure “co-incidence”, just two travellers following the same path. Even if she didn’t like it, Say’ri wouldn’t be able to reasonably complain.
Beaming a wonderfully triumphant smile towards her daughter, Sumia caught her husband’s eye long enough to shoot him an exuberant thumbs-up, one the Exalt weakly returned. The Queen was, perhaps more than anything else, a woman that would always look after her family. Even if she had to accept that Robin would be travelling with another woman, he would do so while spending a significant amount of time accompanied by his (future) wife, an unmistakably clear message to the foreign woman.
Shaking his head at the turnaround, and just how thoroughly he’d been cornered, Robin couldn’t help but laugh. Caught up in her ambush, he’d been completely defeated by Sumia’s superior planning and foreknowledge, leaving him nothing to do but agree. Some quick mental math told him he’d probably be spending close to half the entire trip alongside Lucina- it wasn’t a prospect that worried him, if anything he was glad for it, but he couldn’t guess how Say’ri would take the news.
Equally, despite his own misgivings, Chrom could do nothing but go along with his wife’s wishes, “I guess that’s sorted then.” He groaned, comforting himself as a father might, with the reminder that at least his daughter wouldn’t be travelling alone with his friend. And, he added quietly to himself, it also meant that at least he wouldn’t have to be the one worried about having to host a foreign dignitary for a change.
“Now, while we’re all here; there’s something else we need to discuss at the same time,” so saying, Chrom pulled out a second letter and laid it flat out on the table before them, “From the sounds of this, it looks like the Khanate tournament will be held in just a few weeks.”
This time it was Frederick’s turn to express surprise, “What, really? And they’ve only just notified us now? That is unacceptably short notice!”
Again, the Exalt found himself awkwardly avoiding the Tactician’s sidelong gaze. This letter too, it seemed, had been the victim of an unfortunate ink-spill that had completely obscured the date it was sent on, “W-Well, maybe the messenger was delayed? In any case, what’s important here is that Flavia has requested our assistance once again. This time, it looks like they’re doing things a little differently, she’s asked us to supply just two fighters to help her keep her job.”
As it turns out, he wasn’t paraphrasing, looking to the rough, heavy parchment, they could see that was exactly how the female Khan had described it.
“So, what do you reckon, Robin? It’d be a pretty welcome break from work I say! Think you’re up to-”
A polite cough stopped him in his tracks, and once again, the Exalt found himself interrupted by the kind and warmly smiling wife, “That’s such unfortunate timing,” she bemoaned, “With such short notice, there’s no way you could clear your schedule for something like that. You’ve got far too many arrangements setup to head all the way to Ferox just to fight in a tournament.”
“I…”
Chrom faltered. He knew his Sumia, she wasn’t trying to spoil his fun. With the harvests coming up, it was unquestionably one of the busiest times in his year, with seemingly no end to the amount of petitioners coming to see him about one matter or another- which, of course, was exactly why he’d been excited at the thought to get some time away from all that.
Ultimately, as loathe as he was to admit it, she wasn’t wrong. If it was for the sake of an alliance or similar, then that would be a different matter, but it would be very difficult for him to justify leaving Ylisse just for the sake of a standard succession tournament.
“I suppose you’re right.”
In the end, he could only put it down as yet another reminder for him to keep his office in better condition.
“I do think it would be a good idea for Robin to attend though, after you, he’d be the best representative for Ylisse,” Sumia continued, “And the timing works perfectly, that’s going to be about the same time when Say’ri’s looking to leave. Robin, why don’t you escort her up to the Northern Feroxian port, you can meet Lucina up there, and you two can be Ylisse’s representatives.”
“I-, ah, me?”
“Of course! You’ll already be up in Archanea won’t you? It’ll be far more convenient for you than anyone else, and we’ve all seen how well you fight beside Robin! Flavia couldn’t hope for better champions than you two!”
Lucina, despite all she’d done, was still terrible at receiving honest praise. Going beet red and smiling widely, she could do nothing but nod along, “O-Oh, ah, th-thank you, mother.”
“S-Sumia…”
Catching her eye, Chrom shot his wife a look. It was one many fathers were familiar with, a look that said, ‘While I’ve gotten used to the idea of Robin and Lucina potentially being together… I don’t want them alone together!’
“Yes?”
Unfortunately for the Exalt, the Queen shot him a look right back. Hers was a far less typical look, one that answered, ‘He makes Lucina happy and they bring out the best in each other. I won’t let anyone take this away from her, so you’re just going to have to get used to it! And, anyway, wouldn’t it be just wonderful if young Morgan and Cynthia could grow up together as playmates?’ In all respects, it was a truly masterful feat of silent communication. For whatever else you might say about her, Sumia was a truly expressive woman, and Chrom could only wilt under her gaze.
He didn’t like it.
He didn’t dislike it. But he didn’t like it.
Unfortunately, too much of this was all his fault for him to really argue. He didn’t have a good justification he could really manage for sending Cordelia or Frederick, or someone, with Robin instead, at least not one that wouldn’t end up with him sleeping on the (admittedly comfortable) royal couch for the next week.
Even so! Even so!
“Robin!” he still had his pride as a man! Even as he felt his wife’s gaze boring into his side, still Chrom faced down his best friend, levelling a stern gaze towards the man, “You and Lucina head to Ferox and fight for Flavia. But! One Morgan is enough for now! I don’t want to hear about another one, not for a very long time!”
“CHROM!”
“F-Father!?”
It was a testament to the deep respect Robin held towards his friend, as well as his appreciation of just how difficult his relationship with Lucina must be for the man, that Robin didn’t make a glib response to that, even as the whole room exploded into chaos around them, “Of course,” he nodded seriously, “You know I’d never disgrace her like that.”
It wasn’t a lie. It wasn’t true in the way Chrom wanted it to be, but it wasn’t a lie. After all, even if he’d taken the princess’s chastity long ago, so long as they waited until after they were married for her to get pregnant, no-one else ever needed to know.
Deflating slightly at his friend’s thankfully reasonable reply, Chrom was suddenly struck by a stray thought, “Actually… Lucina… given the er… well, the fact that we weren’t around for your upbringing... Have you been taught about this?”
“Taught about what, father?”
“Chrooooomm…”
This definitely wasn’t something to bring up in such a public setting, but he was completely off balance and in far too deep to back out now.
“About, *ahem*, about babies, were you ever actually taught about where babies come from?”
“I remember exactly what you told me, father!” beaming an amazingly innocent smile for a woman with heavy ropes of cum currently still dripping down her thighs, Lucina recited in a soft voice, “When a man and a woman truly love each other, they kneel down and pray to Naga, and when she thinks they’re ready, she blesses them with a child.”
The room went silent at that and, as one, the assembled Shepherd’s gazes all shifted away from the time-travelling Princess, with their expressions forcibly held tight against her beautifully pure words.
All except Robin, who was instead marvelling instead at just how thoroughly the woman he loved had changed since the day they’d first crossed paths. She’d certainly picked up a lot from their time together, and not all of it things he thought her father would approve of.
He was the only one to notice that she hadn’t actually answered Chrom’s question. Did she know where babies came from? She hadn’t confirmed or denied it, instead she’d simply told them all a story from her childhood. Regardless of what conclusions anyone else may draw from her words, it wasn’t quite a lie.
Suddenly abashed by his question, the Exalt was finding it rather difficult to face his daughter at the moment, “W-Well, good. Then, you be careful too. No, er… No praying alongside Robin while you’re in Ferox, okay?”
“Of course!”
“Lucina…” Sumia added cautiously, “Why don’t the two of us have a little talk?”
“Ahaha, when she gets back, dear! She’s going to be busy packing and getting ready tonight, no need to worry about anything else! Plenty of time for that later!”
A collective sigh echoed around the room at that, and, with more a whimper than a bang, the Shepherd Leadership’s emergency meeting awkwardly drew to an end.
“Heeeey, Robin!”
Just as the group had begun trundling out the door and back to their own various evening plans, a bright and very cheeky voice called the Tactician back.
“Hmm, Lissa?”
“You’re not busy now are you? You don’t need to start packing straight away, surely?”
“…Why?”
“Well! You’re gonna be leaving tomorrow from the sounds of it, and you’re not gonna be back for ageees… So, come back to my room now instead! I’ve got a bunch of furniture I want moved and Frederick never gets it right!”
“Lissa,” Chrom sighed, shaking his head at his younger sister’s selfish actions, “Come now, he’s got a lot to prepare.”
“Oh, don’t you worry Chrom, any more furniture moving requests will come straight to your desk while Robin’s away.”
Feeling as if this conversation was only going to go one way, Robin shook his head with a sigh, “Fine, fine. I don’t mind, so long as we’re quick, alright? I’m not going to remodel your entire quarters for you.”
The Princess’s arms wrapped around his tugging him after her, but she gave no other reply.
“Lissa..? Hey, Lissa!”
“Hmmm, hmmm, we’ll see! C’mon! C’mon! The sooner we start, the sooner you’re done, right?”
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As it turned out, Lissa was perfectly happy with how her room was arranged. Rather than a whole lot of furniture she wanted moved, she had a whole bunch of furniture she wanted to be fucked on top of. It wasn’t any less exhausting, but Robin was more than happy to oblige.
Tharja and Nowi turned up not long after they’d began. From what Robin picked up through the scattered conversation that followed those two eagerly joining in the fun, it seemed that she and Nowi had been catching up about some manner or another when they’d been alerted to his return to Lissa’s quarters. Apparently, ever since their last group sojourn in Lissa’s bedroom, the Sorceress had warded the room to inform her whenever someone came or went, apparently assuming that he was intending to use it as his love nest from now on.
Normally he would have argued against that point, but it was a difficult case to make when he had the first princess of Ylisse bent over her tea-table, screaming for his cock. And the point only became more entrenched a few minutes later when he was seated in her luxurious sofa, bouncing Nowi in his lap while the Sorceress assisted the Princess in tonguing his balls.
In any case, while the other two women joining in had been unexpected, it was far from unwelcome to either him or Lissa, and soon enough the room was once again filled heavily with the sound of their ecstatic moans and scent of their rough, heavy fucking.
And, it had also afforded Robin an opportunity to fill in two of his lovers about what had been discussed during the meeting, and his upcoming trip. Olivia was home with her family at the moment, and it would have seemed suspicious for him to seek out either Panne or Miriel after their meeting, so he could do nothing for any of them but trust that word would get around to them before he had to leave tomorrow.
Surprisingly, Tharja had taken the new relatively well. There was no missing how disappointed she was at the prospect of having several weeks without his company, but it was tempered by her equally clear disdain of returning to Ferox and its freezing climates. With little more than a resigned sigh and a longing look, she’d accepted the reality of him leaving her behind in Ylisstol while he fulfilled his duties, especially when he’d agreed to her request to be allowed to scry on him anytime she wanted (she’d seemed sure she’d see some very fun things). The Dark Mage was just as affectionate towards him and just as adoring to him as ever, but it seemed that recently, ever since she’d gained confidence that she truly was his woman, and ever since she’d accepted sharing him with others, she’d become a lot less needy for his company and a lot less possessive of him in general. Or, perhaps it was simply due to the bangle she now wore proudly on her upper arm, an undoubtable proof of his own love towards her. A part of him worried that she was becoming as bad as Lissa with her excitement at the idea of him sleeping with more of their other female friends, but that at least was a concern for another time.
Unsurprisingly, Nowi had pitched an absolute fit. No matter how he’d tried explaining things, or what any of them had said to her, she’d refused to accept that she couldn’t just fly after him if he was going somewhere. As far as she was concerned, Say’ri was her friend who’d have no problems with her tagging along, since they were friends. And, according to her, she’d gotten really good at keeping her voice down when they had sex (the fact that she panted that claim out in between screaming in delight each time his cock knocked against her womb or Tharja’s tongue slid along her clit didn’t help her case), so she absolutely wouldn’t disturb Lucina or Say’ri at night. And, apparently, she totally wouldn’t mind if they didn’t even have sex all that often, even if it was only three or four times every other day, that’d be fine!
As it was, despite him having been almost dragged back into Lissa’s bedroom by the young Princess, and despite it being in her own room along with her and his most ardent stalker, he’d been forced to focus almost all his attention on the young Manakete just to calm her down, fucking her again and again, until she was left in enough of a happy, giddy daze, that his guilt was finally diminished. He’d promised himself to make her happy after-all, and he cared for her just as deeply as his other lovers, seeing her upset did terrible things to him.
In the end, between Nowi’s tantrum, Lissa’s own heightened affection, Tharja’s imploring look toward him on her “sister’s” behalf, and his own worries for how Olivia would react to the news, Robin had been forced to come to something of a compromise. While he couldn’t bring any of them with him during his tour with Say’ri, there shouldn’t be any problems with them visiting him in Regna Ferox, so he gave Nowi permission to fly herself, Lissa and Olivia (should she wish to) up to join him there. Tharja’s own invitation had been rejected following a reminder that the Ferox cold would be even more chilling when experienced on high from dragonback.
Caught up happily between the three girl’s rampant affections as well as their anxiety towards his leaving, it was only several hours later, when cleaning himself up in the oversized-bath of the attached bathroom, with the blonde Princess seated in his lap, leaning into his chest and grinding gently up and down the length of his cock, that Robin finally got a spare moment to directly address Lissa’s own feelings on the matter.
“Are you alright with me leaving like this?”
“I’ll miss you, but I’m okay.”
He hesitated a moment, unsure whether he should press her deeper on this. Given Lissa’s recent predilection towards group sex, it wasn’t often that the two of them spent time just gently making love like this, holding each other close and giving themselves over to the slow waves of bliss in a soft, unhurried fashion.
“I was worried about you,” he added finally, punctuating his words with the feeling of his cock pushing insistently up against the deepest walls of her pussy, knocking against the entrance to her womb, “I know how much it hurt you when Lon left you to go back to Ferox. I don’t want you to feel like I’m doing the same th-”
“I know,” she interrupted him the instant she got her breath back, dropping her head against his neck and whispering into his skin as she savoured the feeling of his full-length rocking around inside her. He had a way of dominating every one of her desires that she knew she’d become addicted to. Even just sitting atop him like this, her entire body was tingling with delight she could feel herself being urged softly through one small orgasm after another, “But it’s different when I hear it from you.”
Even despite everything she’d done, Lissa still didn’t like talking about her husband when she was having sex with Robin, “With… with him, I’ve always known that Ferox was his home, it’s what means the most to him, and… and I’ve always felt like I’m making him compromise, like I have to fight with him just to get him to stay with me even another day longer. But he won’t share that home with me, it’s his place and his alone… I offered a thousand times to move up there and be with him, but he’s always told me he wants me here, that he wants us to… to raise our children here in Ylisse.”
Groaning softly as she eased herself back up the length of his cock, rocking her hips back and forth along his shaft in the same tender rhythm they’d enjoyed since joining the bath together, Robin kept his silence.
“But, I know that your place is in Ylisstol, that this is your home,” catching his eyes with a smouldering look, Lissa drew her words out with a smoky heat, “And, it’s just like you always say, I’m your woman, aren’t I? I belong with you? So, I know even if you go away for a while, you’ll come back. And when you do, you’ll expect your women to be waiting there for you.”
“I expect you to be waiting for me when I arrive in Ferox.”
She laughed, the serious mood washing away at the sound, “Huh, is that so? Heh, well, maybe I’ll surprise you then… is there anything you’d like me to be wearing?”
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Lissa had been rather insistent that he stay the night with her and, after finishing her clean-up blowjob when he left the dazed princess in the bath, Tharja had been just as imploring. Thankfully, Nowi had slept through the two further loads he’d shot inside the blonde as well as the one more the Sorceress’s mouth had wrung from him while cleaning off the princess’s juices, so he avoided her adding fuel to the fire.
It was a tempting offer and not one he easily rejected, but he knew more than anything there was one woman he needed to take care of above all before he left.
‘Hopefully she’s okay…’
It appeared Lucina had been there for some time already when Robin finally arrived in Morgan’s room and, predictably, their daughter wasn’t taking the news of his upcoming departure with any sort of grace.
Turning to him from the second he walked through the door, the younger tactician dove into his chest, wrapping her arms forcefully tight around him while alternating between ordering him to tell her that her mother was just lying, and halfway sobbing for him not to leave her behind again.
Looking from his daughter’s small, quivering frame to the similarly devastated look on his fiancée’s face, Robin’s heart wrenched painfully. There wasn’t anything useful he could say to Lucina right now to fix this, but he knew she hadn’t done anything wrong, she was simply mortified at her inability to offer comfort to her own child as well as distraught to see the young girl so obviously pained.
Morgan had always been very close to him of course, but she’d never been like this. Countless times during the wars, he’d needed to move separately from her, for days or weeks at a time, for the sake of some mission or another and she’d always accepted such plans with minimal grumbling. But now, the thought of him going away for a few weeks, in peace time, without any fighting to do at all, was enough to get this much of a reaction from her… The leaden weight in Robin’s gut churned painfully inside him.
It was all just yet another tormenting reminder of just how deeply scarred his family had been by his sacrifice. Even if he couldn’t bring himself to regret the choice he’d made, he also couldn’t forgive the way that choice had hurt the people he cared for most.
In the end, after some time spent arguing and a little longer spent comforting, he and Lucina managed to mollify the younger girl with the promise that they would go speak to Cynthia in the morning and request her to fly Morgan up to Regna Ferox to meet them there. And that, until then, she would be the one responsible for all Robin’s work in the capital- something he’d long been training her for regardless.
The conversation drifted away, but none of them were in any hurry to separate, and before long they realised that the bluenette Tactician had fallen asleep against Robin’s chest, with her arms still wrapped tight around him. And so, after offering Lucina an indulgent smile, the two of them carefully lifted their daughter up, and carried her over to her bed, laying her down and each taking up a position on either side of her.
Being somewhere in her late teens, Morgan really was too old for this kind of treatment. And, with neither of them feeling comfortable undressing either her or themselves, they were all left snuggling together mostly fully clothed, doing little more than kicking off their shoes and loosening their shirts.
It was a little awkward, a little cramped and a little silly feeling. There was a good number of women in Ylisstol Robin could have chosen to spend a very comfortable night with, and many more comfortable beds he could easily arrange for himself, never mind all the packing he still had to do regardless.
But, right now, even as he slept with the full weight of his cloak, daughter and fiancée tight around him in the warm summer night, there was nothing Robin could have possibly preferred. There was nothing that meant more to him right now than this moment spent with his family. The pain he’d seen in them so many times from his sacrifice had always been what had hardened his resolve, and it was moments like this that reminded him what he was damning his soul for.
He’d already done terrible things; he knew he’d do many more. He didn’t even know if his intentions were as pure as they’d begun as. But, if he could at least protect these two women, it would be alright.
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The Next Day
The following morning was just as hectic as Robin had dreaded it would be. Probably as a response to how she’d acted the previous night, Morgan had insisted she take care of all his packing at least, so thankfully he’d been able to entrust her with that, albeit with a gentle reminder that they would be travelling light so he couldn’t take more than what he could personally carry or fit into his saddlebags.
But even with that taken care of, he’d still needed to pull Olivia from her dance practice and make a trip all the way over to Panne’s home to explain his upcoming absence. Given that he’d expected the taguel to insist on him making another attempt to breed her before he left, and that his assistant would be just as eager for some brief physical comfort along with his explanation, Robin wasn’t sure exactly how well-intentioned his motivations were. There was no denying that it was an enjoyable morning but, given how rare the he expected the chance for relief to be even with Lucina at his side, considering he would be escorting Say’ri and her ever-vigilant ninja, he couldn’t fully blame himself. If nothing else, he knew he would have felt guilty leaving Olivia without a proper (cum-soaked) goodbye, and given how readily she’d secluded herself from the Shepherds already, he didn’t wish to give Panne any more reason to feel left out.
Miriel, at least, he felt comfortable simply sending a messenger out to explain upcoming journey. He’d seen her just the previous day, so anything more she wanted from him he could take care of when he returned.
In the meantime, between the trip to Olivia’s dance-studio and Panne’s house, along with a combined hour of pleasant company spent in the taguel’s kitchen and the dancer’s dressing room, Robin had scarcely had any time to clean himself up before heading into his office and all but throwing himself into his duties. Not even leaving his desk while scarfing down a meagre breakfast, he worked frantically through the various stacks of papers, folders and schedules on his desk, throwing everything into as much of an order as possible.
Say’ri had sent a messenger to tell him she would expect him outside the palace near midday, and by the time he’d finally wrangled everything into a shape he felt confident he could pass onto his daughter, his mind was spinning, his focus exhausted and the sun was shining high in the sky.
“About another hour to spare…” he sighed, sinking back into his chair as he finally pushed the last of the paperwork away from him. It wasn’t perfect, but it was workable. Everything major and strategic was already taken care of, and if anything new popped up, Morgan could always get Chrom’s approval, or advice. It would be fine. Probably, “And now… I guess, I’m done for the next few weeks?”
It was a strange, almost alien thought. He hadn’t properly stepped away from this desk ever since he was back. And now, practically without any preparation or planning, he was going to be out sight-seeing for weeks? With everything that’d gone on after the meeting, especially his own indulgence in his more canal desires, all he really had for planning so far was the somewhat hasty plan he’d drafted up with Sumia during their meeting. A small burst of thankfulness towards the Queen welled up inside him at that thought, hasty plan or not, thanks to her motherly insistence at least he had something!
“I suppose I should look over this, see if there’s anything I need to reconsider…”
Opening his notes out before him, Robin made a show of pouring through the scrawl of details… but in truth, the words all washed over him without much recognition. This wasn’t what he really needed to focus on right now. More than anything else, he knew he hadn’t had any time to actually process that this was really about to happen… He would be leaving all this work behind him for weeks to hit the road again… He was about to take his beloved friend, the Empress of Chon’sin, out on a guided tour of Ylisse…
An image of the Empress as she’d appeared the previous day rose in his mind, dressed up in her royal garb and Robin swallowed. A soft and very familiar smouldering heat crackled across his soul at the memory, it was not one so easily dismissed.
“Heh… Thank Naga that Lucina’s going to be with me,” he chuckled, pushing the image down, if not away, “But that’s not what I need to be worrying about, I need to make sure I’m prepa-”
“Robin? Are you in here?”
A soft voice stole away his concentration before he could even begin to put his thoughts into some proper order, and then, without waiting for a response, the door to his office was pushed open… and then closed quietly behind the Ylissean Wing Commander when she spotted him in place behind his desk, a slightly nervous looking smile alighting on her face as she stepped carefully into the room.
“Cordelia,” he whistled, looking up from the task he’d barely even begun, “I wasn’t expecting to see you. Aren’t you training the rookies this morning?”
She certainly looked the part, or at least, he couldn’t think of any other reason why she would come to his office in her full Pegasus Knight armour. Of course, that wasn’t to say he didn’t appreciate the sight of her in her full regalia. The modest silver breastplate hid all but the outline of her moderate sized bust but, aside from just being a rather appealingly designed uniform in general, the short skirt and long boots did much to showcase the redhead’s smooth thighs and long, slender legs. As always, a distant part of Robin’s analytical brain noted that her breastplate never seemed to quite move in perfect synch with her body the way Cynthia or Sumia’s did, but he put that out of his mind, hers was a few sizes smaller than theirs and he didn’t know much about female armour to begin with.
“We just finished actually. I ah… I didn’t know you knew my schedule though?”
“Mmm, well, I don’t know all the finer points, but I like to try make sure I know who’s taking care of what.”
“Is that so?”
“Heh, well Chrom certainly isn’t going to, so if I don’t then it’s going to wind up with Frederick organising everyone’s workload, and I think we all had enough of that during the wars.”
“Yes, I would definitely prefer you.”
“I was just thinking through the logistics for this afternoon actually, I’ll be leaving in about an hour so I…”
Robin’s words trailed off as his thoughts caught up with him and he finally, properly, looked up from his various worries and towards the gorgeous Pegasus Knight currently alone in his office with him. Having had so much on his mind, he was suddenly aware hadn’t focussed on the smaller details. Details such as the fact that she seemed to have come here without any specific reason, that she was giving short and half-interested answers to his attempted conversation and, most importantly, that fact that rather than taking up a seat opposite him after he’d acknowledged her entrance, Cordelia was still standing right by the (fully closed) door to his office.
No, he corrected himself as a small spark of heat crackled into life across his soul… She wasn’t standing beside it; she was leaning against it. Leaning against it in a position very similar to the one she’d been left in the last two times they’d been alone together. The last two times he’d had her in his arms, held her roughly against the wall and kissed her until he’d felt her body shivering against his own.
Cordelia was the kind of person who stood to attention even when off duty.
‘She’s trying to entice me.’
Now that he was actually paying attention, it wasn’t particularly subtle really. The way she was spreading her hands out from her sides, acting completely defenceless, was a nice touch though. Or, at least, the sight of this incredibly skilled, deadly woman smiling a slightly awkwardly towards him as she tried to make a show of just how easily he could pin her against the wall if he so wished, set the Tactician’s desire ablaze!
“Forget it, that’s not important,” he declared, waving away their previous conversation as he stood to his feet, making his way around his desk and across the room, “Cordelia. I want to kiss you.”
“Ah-ahuh!?”
Despite whatever intentions she may have had, Cordelia jumped in place at his words and her face instantly burned as red as her hair, ‘Cute!’ it seemed she hadn’t been prepared to be propositioned so bluntly.
“Won’t you let me?”
“I-ah, um, that is…”
Her attempted reply, whatever she’d prepared herself to say before stepping into his office, faltered completely as Robin closed the distance between them, reaching his hands out to the door on either side of her head and pushing his body up lightly against her own, just enough to back her up a little more into the solid wood. Her eyes darted from one of his arms to the other, not rejecting their presence on either side of her, but instead seemingly surprised he hadn’t simply wrapped them around her.
“You were in that meeting, you know the details. I’m going to be leaving, today. I’ll be away for weeks, maybe more than a month depending on how Ferox goes. I’m going to miss you, and I want to kiss you before I go.”
“Y-You’ll have Lucina with you though.”
If she’d meant that as an accusation, it would have had a lot more bite if it hadn’t been accompanied by the sight of her licking her lips, never mind the way her legs spread willingly around his as he stepped forwards another pace.
“Then, would you like me to promise you that nothing will change between me and Lucina the whole time I’m away?”
Her eyes went wide, her mouth dropped open. She hadn’t really intended to reject him regardless, but now her entire world was shaken.
“You, hha, Robin, you do-don’t need to promise something like that…”
“I will regardless,” he swore, “Because right now, I’m with you. And I adore you. And I’m going to miss you. And I want to kiss you.”
It was true, of course. Nothing would change between him and Lucina. It wasn’t true in the way Cordelia thought it was, but it was true.
“W-Wait! I… I ah, I don’t mind,” she stammered weakly, her composure well and truly shattered and her blush strong enough to illuminate the room, “I just… I’m surprised. I didn’t expect you to ask…”
“I thought I’d better,” he teased lightly, sliding his right hand over to stroke her cheek, feeling her shiver hot against his touch, “I was worried I was a bit too forceful last time. I couldn’t bear it if you started thinking badly of me”
Cordelia’s eyes squeezed closed and her fingers tugged awkwardly at the hem of her shirt, her breath came in fast gaps and when she finally spoke her voice was so quiet he could only just make it out, “I-I don’t… I don’t mind if you’re a little forceful. I like it…” she’d been lonely her for a very long time. She couldn’t help but enjoy feeling wanted.
His arms wrapped securely around her, pulling her greedily into his embrace. His body pressed her firmly back into the wall, until she was pressed tight against him. And, her lips tilted up to meet his, opening easily against his insistence, and matching his motions in just the ways he’d shown her the last two times she’d found herself in this exact situation.
Her hands slid around his back, holding to his shoulders. Her body melted against his strength. And, as their kiss turned slowly from soft, to deep, to yearning, as her tongue danced against his and her moans rose unbidden from her mouth, Cordelia let herself fall completely into Robin’s overwhelming affection. The seconds turned to minutes and time slipped away from her as all her worries, all her concerns, doubts and second guesses gently ebbed away under the weight of simple, slow-burning passion. She could feel the full, hard weight of his desire pushing heavily up against her, and she could feel her own urging heat pulsing from her core in reaction- it was a sensation she’d only ever felt from Robin, and one she eagerly submersed herself in. To feel so plainly desired, to be wanted and cared for. To be held so tight, to remember his whispered words of affection and the way he always looked after her… electrifying sparks of lust shivered down her spine, and dangerously heavy pulses of love beat from her heart, and Cordelia delighted in every second of it.
Caught up as she was, it wasn’t until sometime later, after they’d finally pulled apart and she was resting her weight comfortably against him, with her head laying on his shoulder, that she finally remembered the other reason she’d come to see him… the insistent thought that’d been stuck in her mind ever since the previous day’s meeting.
“This is difficult for me, you know? It feels like we’ve only just begun… whatever this is… And now you’re going away, for weeks, to spend time with another woman. I understand why, and I’m not upset, but still…”
“Cordelia…”
“S-S-So, *ahem*, so, before you go. I’m, I’m going to make sure that I’m the only woman you’ll be thinking of. I’m g-going to give you something to remember me by!”
It was a suitably determined statement from a woman who’d always been determined in everything except her romantic endeavours. Looking down at the sight of her staring steadfast up at him, Robin couldn’t help but be charmed by her resolve, even if he also couldn’t help but find the idea a little amusing, “Oh? Are you going to grant me your kerchief then? Am I to be carrying around a maiden’s favour-Ohhah!? C-Cordelia!?”
His joke caught in his throat as the Wing Commander abruptly dropped from his view, sinking directly to her knees on the floor. A rush of air suddenly ran from his lungs a moment later as he felt her nervous fingers suddenly tugging forcefully at his belt and pulling open his pants!
After feeling her body pressed so tight against his for so long, Robin’s cock had already been straining hard against the confines of his trousers and, with just a moment of awkward fumbling, it was suddenly unleashed! Bouncing hard and heavy into the air, swinging free before landing directly onto the redhead’s stunned face with a soft slap.
Surprisingly, in spite of anything he may have expected from the proud woman, Cordelia didn’t pull back, even as she felt the full weight of his shaft, the first she’d ever seen, pressing hot across her bare skin. Instead, she tilted her head backwards, drinking in his masculine aroma as her fingers wound tentatively down around the base of his cock, not quite able to reach around his full girth.
“W-Whoa… it really is…” she swallowed, and he felt every movement run through him, “It’s so hard and… so much bigger than anything I’ve read about.”
Robin had been hard already, but looking down now and seeing Cordelia, on her knees before him, with her breath tickling along his shaft and his cock towering along the full length of her face, sent his lust skyrocketing. His cock pulsed hard with desire, and he could feel her shiver in response.
“Cordelia, this is… you don’t have to do something like this just to-AH!”
His words were cut off as her fingers pumped gently up several inches along his shaft. Flashing him a surprisingly cheeky grin, even as she pulled back to settle herself into position on the floor before him, Cordelia pressed a wet kiss directly atop the head of his cock, easily drawing a heavy gasp from the Tactician.
“I’m only doing what I want to,” she promised, “N-Now, I’ve never done this before, so tell me if… well, I suppose you wouldn’t have either would you? S-So, just… just tell me if it feels good!”
Without even waiting for a response, she quickly repeated the motion, easing her hands carefully up and down along his length as she pushed her lips lovingly against the tip of his glans, kissing him again and again, wetter and deeper each time. It wasn’t an entirely unfamiliar feeling for Robin, but finding himself suddenly at the mercy of the expert Knight’s strict focus, he soon found his breath coming fast, and faster still when she grew bold enough to open her lips around his cockhead, drawing him directly into her mouth.
Just the head of his cock was enough to fill her cheeks, but that was enough for both of them, “Mmphh!”, letting out a small, pleased moan directly into him, Cordelia’s tongue slid tentatively around his cockhead, tracing a deliciously awkward path back and forth along the underside of his glans.
Releasing him only long enough to suck in a shallow breath, she repeated her actions, again, then again, with the same exacting precision, sliding smoothly into motion until her head was bobbing easily up and down along the head of his cock, and her fingers were pumping in time back and forth up along his shaft.
Holding his hands atop her head, although without any pressure, Robin gasped out words of approval his cock twitching and pulsing between her lips.
Letting out a small moan of her own at the feeling of a man’s hands holding her in place and his length in her mouth, Cordelia was spurred on by his encouragement, feeling her confidence swelling even higher. Her hands glided faster along his length, holding tighter to him as she grew more accustomed to the feeling of his cock between her fingers, and she began twisting her head back and forth over his glans, using the full range of motion to tease every inch of his glans with her tongue.
“Naga!”
Even as his body rushed with pleasure, Robin couldn’t help but be amazed with what he was experiencing, almost as much as at the sheer sight of Ylisse’s famous Wing Commander on her knees, casting her dignity aside as she serviced him so ardently and methodically, as if his cock and his pleasure was the only thing she cared about in this moment.
It was, he realised, somehow exactly what he should have expected from her. Cordelia was dutiful and sensible, she made no attempt to fully swallow his cock nor to do more than she could, even with her face blushing vibrant red and her waist squirming on the floor, she recognised her limits and didn’t act rashly at all. It was very different from Tharja’s depraved adoration or Lucina’s natural skill, but the feeling of such a diligent woman attempting to so meticulously pleasure him was perfect in its own way.
Moaning happily, he was swept up entirely in Cordelia’s tempered discipline, and within just a few minutes, Robin was holding tight to her head- his hips bucking along with her hands as her fingers stroked him harder, and his cockhead twitching in her mouth as her tongue teased him faster.
“I-hhaa, … I’m getting close!”
Continuously gliding over his shaft, her hands didn’t give a single moment’s pause, but she released him from between her lips and turned her face up towards him, “Go ahead! I’ll, I’ll do my best!” Her eyes were shining with everything from nervousness to excitement, and that request was far more than the Tactician could have possibly taken.
Her mouth returned instantly to his cock, her tongue slid insistently along the underside of his shaft and her fingers pumped even more urgently along his shaft.
It was almost enough to drive any man insane, and it was more than enough to drive this man to his peak! Falling past any restraint with a delighted roar, Robin’s fingers clenched hard around her head, just barely managing to keep himself to driving forward and burying himself in her unprepared throat as his release suddenly, finally, exploded!
“MmmMMMMPHHH!?”
Moaning something between surprise and delight, Cordelia’s lips formed a perfect vacuum seal around his cock the second she felt the first splatter of his cum suddenly crashing through her mouth, her eyes shooting wide and body jolted in place as rope after rope of hot, thick seed unloaded across her tongue, and filled her cheeks to bursting! The taste of it sent her mind spinning and her pussy throbbing, but she didn’t even have a single moment to process anything- working on pure instinct, she desperately swallowed as much as she could manage, only just barely getting any down before her mouth was once more stuffed to overflowing, with even more of the Tactician’s release.
Her world spun, her breath grew short and her mind fogged over, the time seemed to pass in a blissful eternity as she continuously took more and even more of his seed down her throat in deliberate, heaving gulps! Until,
“Gods… Cordelia…”
At long last, without truly even intending to or understanding that she could, Cordelia realised she’d successfully drunken Robin’s entire load. By the time he was done, not a single drop of seed had escaped her lips.
Slowly, almost regretfully she let his cock fall from her tongue and deflated her now empty cheeks. Bending over and bracing her hands on the floor just to hold herself up, Ylisse’s most renowned Pegasus Knight finally began sucking down gulps of air instead of cum. As her mind spun back into dizzy focus, she realised she was trembling… it felt like electric sparks were arcing up her entire body, her nipples were straining rock-hard against her shirt, and her pussy was yearning in a way she’d never felt before.
Robin.
The overwhelming, masculine scent of his cum filled her senses, and she felt like she could taste him not just along her tongue and down her throat, but as if he’d filled up every inch of her with him.
“That… hhhaa… That was incredible…”
Surprisingly, it was Cordelia that gasped those words before Robin even had a chance to.
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As Cordelia slowly came down from a very excited, and very aroused high, with the lingering flavour of Robin settling into her tongue and her wits finally returning… the enormity of what she was tasting, and just what she’d done crashed over her, and she suddenly found it almost impossible to even look at the man!
She’d considered doing this, she’d even planned it out, worked out the idea of it in her head… it’d felt like she’d spent half of last-night’s bath and several hours of her night just playing through this scenario in her head. But somehow, until she’d been in his arms, she’d never fully believed she actually could, and then after that she’d been far too exhilarated to even consider stopping. And now, her head was full of so many thoughts and emotions that she couldn’t even begin to get her words straight!
Robin did as best he could, trying to act a gentleman, making small-talk while she awkwardly straightened her clothes, and then helping up as she staggered to her feet, all of which she appreciated, but Cordelia could do little more than verbalise brief notes of appreciation.
He offered her the bed in his office if she needed some time to recover, but the rational, cautious parts of her mind had returned enough for her to turn down that offer. Not because she didn’t trust him, of course… but because she knew without a doubt, that she couldn’t possibly trust herself right now! That was what shocked, excited and worried Cordelia most of all, the realisation of just what an utterly tremendous effect it had had on her! The sensation of being down on her knees, of seeing Robin’s full cock towering above her, feeling it pressing down on her face, then caressing it with her tongue and… and she was still savouring the taste of his seed- it was masculine, potent, arousing and delicious in a way she’d never dreamed possible.
Her legs were shaking, her heart was racing and the yearning, aching need coming from her pussy was like nothing she’d ever experienced before.
Right now, she wanted more worse than she’d ever wanted anything!
If she let herself try rest in his bed right now, she doubted she’d even last five minutes before she was begging him to join her, to pin her down, to…
‘Focus Cordelia! Get your head straight, r-remember your training!’
She was smart enough to understand that she was probably feeling this so vividly because it was her first sexual experience of any kind, and because she had been a little repressed in that area for some years now. She knew she was a little lovelorn, but even so, it shocked her just how overwhelmed she was from servicing the man she… from servicing Robin! She couldn’t help but wonder what it must be like for anyone who was even worse than she was, she could hardly even imagine how someone like Tharja would react if she ever got to taste Robin like that…
‘Focus!’
In the end, she simply let Robin escort her from his office, trying to walk as straight as she could as she burned with embarrassment, lust and nervousness beside him.
“W-Wait… wait, Robin… I…”
It was only when they were a few steps down the hall she finally forced herself to speak. This wasn’t how she wanted it to end! This wasn’t how she’d imagined it! She’d dreamed of how she would surprise him, that she’d drive him crazy and then send him off on his trip with some sultry line, utterly unable to forget her the entire time…
“When you’re back… I’d like to, I want to see you again.”
“Cordelia,” he brightened instantly, relief flashing through his eyes and the same joy flooded through her when she saw a broad grin shining on his face, “Of course! I’ll come see you the first thing when I ge-”
“Huuh!? Mother? What’re you doing here?”
A sharp voice cut through the soft mood like a knife.
Cordelia almost jumped out of her skin, “S-Severa!?” she was not in the right headspace to be dealing with her tempestuous daughter right now.
“Good morning, Severa,” Robin made a show of visibly perking up at the younger redhead’s presence, stepping away from Cordelia as he moved to cover for her, “Your mother was just helping me sort some things out before I left. She was kind enough to make sure I wouldn’t forget something important.”
“Huh, eh, whatever,” his explanation was immediately dismissed and he was, as usual, pinned under the smaller girl’s glare as she stepped forward and jabbed a finger into his chest, “I was looking for you! I need to talk to you!”
That was probably only mostly true. If someone wanted to find him, surely his office would be the first place they would look, “Oh? What’s up? I’ve got to be leaving soon.”
“Right, and you’re going to Regna Ferox. So, while you’re there, you’re going to do something for me!”
So saying, she pushed him back, away from the bewildered Wing Commander, and back into his office, with the door thumping shut behind them.
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Following along with Severa’s insistence, Robin found himself unceremoniously pushed through his office until he was leaning back up against his desk, at which point the Mercenary finally let him go, standing a short distance away from him with her hands squarely on her hips.
“Hmph.”
“You wanted something from Regna Ferox?”
“Huuuh, what? Of course not! Are you stupid!? I was just saying that to get my mother out of the way! Gawds! Would you learn to read the mood just a little?”
Read the mood? Well, despite her aggressive tone and posturing, she didn’t actually seem annoyed with him. Which meant, as usual, she was just using her anger as a way of hiding her nervousness. And, for whatever reason, she seemed even more tightly wound than usual.
Actually, the Tactician corrected internally as a sly grin spread across his face, “Oh?” it wasn’t whatever reason he had a pretty good idea of just what had her so on edge.
“Obviously, I-I’m here to get you back for what you did to me yesterday!”
He’d been hoping it was something like that.
He’d been a little mean to her the previous day.
Despite their rush to get everything prepared and arranged for their meeting with the Empress, several times both before they’d met with Say’ri and then once while they’d been escorting her back to Ylisstol, Robin had bumped in Severa when she’d been walking around the town… and then, without giving her any warning, he’d promptly pulled her away and into some secluded spot, pushed her up against the wall, and then kissed her with all the loving passion he held for her. It wasn’t something he’d had any plan or intention of doing, more a reckless, spur of the moment idea that had taken hold of him since the first time he’d seen the Mercenary following their previous talk, a continuation of everything that was still unsaid since outside her house the night before.
Of course, he had felt a little bad about ambushing her like that… but, not enough to hold back from doing so, not when she’d neither complained, nor resisted his advances. Severa was one of the Shepherd’s most elite fighters, she was more than skilled enough to have noticed him whenever he was around her. There was no way it could possibly have been a co-incidence for them to keep bumping into each other, completely alone, and just a metre away from some deserted nook or alley. And, most importantly, she’d kissed him back just as hard every time.
“Ah! This is your revenge, huh?”
Now it seemed that he was the one who’d been shoved somewhere away from prying eyes, Robin mused as he quietly activated the spell to ward his office against listeners, well, that was fine, turnabout was fair play after all.
“Y-Yeah! Y-You jerk! You just did whatever you wanted with me! A-And then ran off to go spend the rest of the day doing whatever with Say’ri. Well, I better not hear any complaints now!”
Blushing frantically red in the face, it seemed like Severa had psyched herself up enough, because no sooner had she finished her accusation than she had launched herself across the distance towards him! Not even giving him a moment to reply, her arms wrapped around his neck, tugging him down towards her, before she smashed their lips together with all the fiery passion of a woman scorned.
Predictably, the Mercenary’s enthusiasm outstripped her experience, and Robin only just barley manged to pull back enough to prevent their teeth from clacking together. Severa didn’t even notice, moaning happily at feeling his mouth open against her forcefulness, she was already far too busy trying to show her tongue down his throat.
Kissing Severa, Robin decided, was always a funny thing.
At first glance she appeared to be completely different from her mother; without any previous lovers, she didn’t really know what she was doing. But where Cordelia moulded her body to his own, smouldered in his embrace and matched his movements as best she could, Severa simply charged forwards with unstoppable passion and force, sliding her wonderfully toned body against him as her tongue slid aggressively around his mouth.
But, she let out a shiver of delight in exactly the same manner as her mother when she felt Robin’s arms wrapping around her, shifting her in place until he could hold her comfortably against his chest.
And, despite how forceful and assertive she was, despite how her body language practically screamed that she was a woman trying to assert her place… after a minute, after she was finally able to let go of her insecurities, she would always relax into his arms, mewling softly into his kiss and inviting him take control as she fell into his embrace.
Just like her mother.
The minutes passed slowly and comfortably after that, with both of them losing any track of time as they concentrated only on each other. And, after they finally pulled apart, Severa still remained pressed tight against him, with her head resting on his shoulder and her arms around his neck.
“Do you really have to leave?” she whispered eventually, the added meaning of so soon hanging unsaid in the air between them.
Robin answered by stroking his hands gently down her back, caressing her in as soothing a manner as he could manage, “I’ll be back before you know it.”
“I… I heard you’re going with Lucina… That’s good, Morgan will be happy I’m sure.”
He sighed, “That’s only because of Sumia. I will be traveling with her for a while, but it doesn’t mean anything, I’d be just as happy to be with you.” That last part was mostly true. He loved Severa, of course, and he would very much enjoy travelling her, just in a different way to with his fiancée.
Severa was quite for several long moments after that, but she made no attempt to pull away from his arms or to reject him.
“Why?” she asked finally, “It’s how it’s meant to be isn’t it, it’s better for everyone if you’re just with her. You even said it yourself, you love her.”
“I do,” he nodded seriously, pulling her a touch tighter against him even as he confirmed his love for her Liege Lord, “It’s exactly as I told you; I love her and I asked her to marry me, and she turned me down…”
“Th-Then, you should, this is a chance for you to g-”
“And I adore you. Whatever I may feel for Lucina, I care deeply for you. I want you to be my woman,” he answered, wrapping both his arms possessively tight around her, being completely open about his selfish desires, “Like I told you, that’s why I kissed you that first time, to show you how serious I was.”
“A-And all those other times?”
“Because I wanted you.”
Her arms squeezed tight around him for just a moment… And then, she suddenly did pull away, stepping back with her trademark frown as she threw her hands up towards the sky.
“Urgh! Gawds, it always has to be so difficult dealing with you, doesn’t it? Hah, you always make me feel like such an idiot! But, I’m not that bad, I won’t just be some lame second choice you can run to because Lucina didn’t want you!”
“I never onc-”
She was in far too much of a frenzy to stop now, “Th-There’s things even I can do, you know!? Don’t underestimate me! I won’t lose, even to her! I can do things Lucina can’t, th-that she’d never even dream of!”
“Severa…”
Her face was blazing red, and her eyes were wild, but there was an irresistible determination shining from the young Mercenary as she glared at him now, “Hhha, I-I was thinking about this all last night, how to get you back! Th-This is my real revenge! I’ll… I’ll… I’ll show you I’m better than Lucina! I’ll show you something you won’t be able to stop thinking about the whole time you’re away!”
Despite himself, Robin couldn’t help but remain stuck standing in place, ‘S-She can’t possibly mean…’ In all his plans, all his musings and every single one of the scenario’s he’d considered, not once had he ever dreamed of his morning playing out like this.
“Eh-uuaAH!?”
The exact same scene played out once again, leaving him gasping aloud surprise as the beautiful redhead dropped abruptly to her knees, tugging at his belt with nervously trembling fingers. For Robin, even aside from the jaw-dropping sight of the young twin-tailed girl blushing furiously, tugging his belt open and seating herself between his legs, it was a truly beautiful moment… And one he knew that even the young Mercenary couldn’t fully appreciate; because, in that single instant, he fully understood just how badly he had underestimated her, and just how much of her mother’s daughter she truly was.
It wasn’t often that Ylisse’s Grandmaster was proven wrong, or caught unawares, to have it done twice in an hour was almost unprecedented. But, as the fire within his soul blazed redhot with excitement, he didn’t have a single complaint.
Severa didn’t lose to her mother, either in how she excited him, nor in how unreasonably beautiful she was. And so even despite his earlier release, just as before, Robin’s cock had been straining hard at the confines of his trousers even before she fell to her knees, and with just a few moments of awkward fumbling, it was suddenly unleashed! Bouncing free, hard and heavy into the air, it landed directly on the shocked redhead’s face with a thick slap.
Predictably, having suddenly seen the very first cock of her life, just in time for its full weight to crash down onto her, Severa reeled back! It hadn’t hurt, of course, but the sensation of it pulsing suddenly hot against her bare skin, along with the feeling of herself on her knees, held down by this towering pillar of flesh, had left her body shocked with a desire she couldn’t even begin to understand.
“Wha…”
Blinking at the sight, she reached out tentatively, wrapping her hands around it, holding it aloft and feeling the thick girth of his shaft weighing down her palms.
“Huh!? What the hells!? Isn’t this way too big, how am I even meant to..? Urrrgh! Gawds! You didn’t cast some stupid spell on yourself, did you!?”
“What? No, of course not! Se-”
“Tch, yes, of course you didn’t,” she scoffed, rolling her eyes, even as she rolled her hands gently around his length, “Because you’re always so perfect. You’re always the best at everything, so it’s only natural isn’t it? You’re already the smartest and most handsome guy I know, of course, you’d have this stupidly huge c-cock too!”
The complaints were always part of the charm when it came to Severa, but at this point, Robin wasn’t actually sure if she was complaining.
“Gawds! I’m sick of it! Why do you always make dealing with you so difficult for me!?”
Any attempt the Tactician may have made towards answering that was instantly lost when, without waiting for a single second more, Severa dipped her head forwards, opening her mouth as wide as she could and enveloping his cockhead gently between her soft lips. Then, just as her mother had not long ago, she began tentatively suckling on his glans, sliding her tongue along the underside of his shaft as she moved just a little hesitantly in place, getting accustomed to the feeling of his cock stuffing her mouth full.
Swept up in the sudden rush of pleasure, Robin’s hands flew instinctively around the Mercenary’s head, taking a firm hold of her twintails as he groaned involuntarily, feeling a shudder running up the length of his spine as she swirled her tongue around his cockhead.
“Not bad huh?” Severa smirked up at him, after rolling her mouth back off his shaft and letting it rest bare against her face once more as she tried to disguise the thrill that last act especially gave her, “I bet you’ve never felt anything like this before, I know that Princess would never do something like this for you! Heh, well, so long as you’re thankful, I don’t mind taking pity on you every now and then.”
Robin knew better. He really did. But all the same, he couldn’t help himself, “Oh? You’re taking pity on me? I thought this was so I wouldn’t be able to forget you?”
“S-S-Shut up! Gah! What’s wrong with you!? Do you ALWAYS have to spoil the mood!? Just stay quiet and enjoy it!”
He really shouldn’t have teased her, not when she was doing all this for him, and especially not when she already pushing herself well past her comfort zone. And yet, feeling Severa angrily throw herself back onto his cock with even more gusto, Robin couldn’t quite bring himself to regret it! Instead, he simply verbalised his delight, moaning even louder as her tongue began working around his shaft, and clinging even tighter to her head as her lips formed a tight suction around his glans.
Letting out a quiet moan of her own at the feeling of a man’s hands taking such a possessive hold of her and of his length in her mouth, Severa was spurred on by his encouragement, feeling her usually shaky confidence start to swell. Unlike her mother though, she wasn’t content at all to simply pleasure the crown of his cock; shifting her hands up to his waist and around the to his back, she began sliding her lips down, further along the length of his cock, gagging a little as she began taking him down into her throat.
“N-Naga!”
Eyes flashing white at the sensation, Robin could only stare in amazement down at the sight beneath him, the unbelievable sight of the Shepherd’s temperamental firebrand on her knees before him, bobbing her head several inches up and down his cock as more and more of her tight throat was opened up around him. There was nothing at all dignified about the sight, her fingers were digging hard into his skin, her brow was furrowed forcefully, and the room was filled loud with the sound of her lips smacking ever deeper along his cock, but the sight of it drove him wild with lust almost as surely as the feeling of her throat constricting nervously around his length.
Yet, for all that he was being swept up in the sensation… still he couldn’t help but worry for her. As incredible as the sight of Severa swallowing his length was, he couldn’t possibly have missed the struggle writ clear on her face. This was her first time doing any of this, it had taken enough of her resolve just accustoming herself to easing his cock down her throat in the first place, by now, her eyes were squeezed shut and she was grimacing with each further inch she swallowed.
Until… predictably, a few minutes later, she suddenly wrenched herself backwards, reeling away, coughing and spluttering, leaving his cock springing free in the air as she gasped for breath.
If he hadn’t been so awash with pleasure, Robin would have winced. He’d seen that glare on her face before, and he knew it was directed only inwards.
“Se-hha-Severa,” he panted, his own breath already coming in gasps from her ministrations, “You don’t need to force yourself like that. It felt incredible… just that much is more than fine. Just take it slo-”
“I-I told you to shut up!” she growled but there was no venom in her words, just disappointment in herself. Ultimately, she was just as insistent on living up to her own expectations as she was in pleasuring him, “I… I know what you’re thinking. You’re thinking my mother could easily do something like this!”
Robin sighed, shifting his hands atop her head and threading them through her hair, doing nothing to stop her as she forcefully dipped herself forwards and wrapped her lips lovingly around his cock once again, “No. Nothing of the sort. Right now, the only thing on my mind is you.” He promised, not bothering to otherwise correct her misconception.
Even so, what did remain of his worries was difficult for even him to maintain under the pleasure that swiftly assaulted him as Severa threw herself into the task with even more enthusiasm than before. Clinging roughly around his waist, she pushed herself further forwards, bobbing her head deeper down each time and stretching inch after inch of her throat open around his cock.
Breathing in ragged pants, Robin’s hands curled tighter around her twintails, and his body flushed heavily with desire. Again and again, he savoured the feeling of her tongue dragging inexpertly along his shaft and his cock pulsing against her tight walls- again and again, a little faster and a little harder each time, as more and more of his length was buried down the determined woman’s throat, until the entire room was filled thick with the wet sound of her lips schlupping messily along his shaft.
Severa too was finding herself flushed warm with something far beyond embarrassment. Her core was throbbing with heat and she could feel her pussy aching with a yearning unlike anything she’d ever imagined. Somehow, this was far more pleasurable than she’d been prepared for. Daughter of Ylisse’s most famous Pegasus Knight, unwilling co-leader of the future Shepherds and sometimes the only responsible one to be found, she was above all else a proud and temperamental woman… but, she couldn’t deny there was something special about being on down on her knees, forcing a man’s cock down her throat and feeling his hands heavy and insistent around her head, as if she was submitting entirely to his whims.
‘Mmmmm… I-I think I love this!’
Even knowing full well there was no way she could take something like that, a small part of her was hoping that Robin would take an even stronger hold on her twintails, using them to yank her all the way down his shaft and just brutally bury himself all the way down her throat. Another part of her wanted to beg him to do exactly that. But… but dangerous thoughts like that were all something for her to (fretfully) concern herself with later. For now, her goal was simple, she wanted nothing more than to show him all the things she could never say aloud; that she was worth remembering! That he should want to come back to her! That she could make him happy!
Minutes passed for both of them in heady bliss and Severa’s struggles didn’t diminish at any point. Her eyes were screwed shut with effort, twice more she had to pull herself off him, gasping for breath and taking a moment to recentre herself, and the whole time she clung almost desperately tight to his back.
“Gh-hha-HHHA! Gods!”
Gasping aloud, and staring somewhere between astonishment and disbelief, Robin could only marvel at the sight between his legs- where the young redhead’s lips were finally pressed up tight against the base of his cock, laying something like an imitation of a kiss directly onto his bare waist. At long last, after an enormous effort, the full, thick length of his cock was buried to the hilt down the Mercenary’s throat.
“Severa… that’s incredible…”
It wasn’t a particularly novel or rare sensation for him anymore, recently he often had at least two women swallowing his length on any given day. But even so, that didn’t diminish one bit from just how amazed he was. In truth he was impressed almost beyond words. Only Lucina had ever managed that on her very first attempt, even Tharja and Olivia, as worryingly devoted to him as they were had each taken far longer to learn. Once again, Robin was reminded of just how unbelievably impressive Severa actually was under her boatload of insecurities.
At least, he was for a moment, and then his thoughts swirled and his breath came out in a shuddering gasp as the temperamental maiden drew herself all the way back up along his cock… and then suddenly rolled herself forwards, forcefully, loudly and wonderfully swallowing his full length once again!
Feeling his body surging with pleasure, Robin could only be swept up in the sensations almost as much as the equally enjoyable sight of the Shepherd’s most thorny member on her knees, throwing aside her usual pride and servicing him with such fiery passion, as if his cock and his pleasure were the only things that mattered to her right now.
It was, he realised, somehow exactly what he expected from her. Severa was heartfelt but earnest, she was forever scared of meeting her own expectations, but she always threw her all into anything she did just the same. Watching her head bobbing up and down, faster and harder, along the full length of his shaft, hearing her moans and gasps as she made tentative attempts to squeeze him with her throat or tease him with her tongue, he savoured every last moment. Her lack of experience shone through her every action, her drool was running down her chin and her mouth never quite seemed to quite caress the same point twice. It was sloppy and messy in a way that reminded him of Olivia’s first hesitant attempts, but the feeling of such a guarded woman attempting to so honestly pleasure him was perfect all the same.
Moaning louder, he fell entirely into Severa’s recklessly emotional affection and within just a few minutes, he was clinging desperately tight to her head, his hips bucking along with her movements enough to be almost thrusting himself into her, hilting himself hard and rough as his cock twitched and throbbed all the way down her throat.
“Gh-hhaa… I can’t hold back!”
She moaned something unintelligible directly into his cock, but it felt too good, and it was too late, Robin was well past his limits and far beyond being able to hold himself back any further! Arcing back with a blissful cry, he gave in entirely to his desires, slamming his hips forward and at the same time, yanking roughly on Severa’s twintails- sheathing his full length hard down her throat, and holding her forcefully in place around his cock as his release suddenly, finally, exploded!
“MmmGHHMMMMH!?”
Eyes wide with shock, disbelief and unabashed delight, Severa’s hands clawed frantically at his back. Wrapping her arms around him with every drop of her strength she held herself in position, lips smashed tight against his waist, with no less a frenzy than the Tactician from the first moment she felt the full length of his hotly pulsing shaft suddenly unload inside her!
Her world spun and her vision glazed as her body washed with heat, and as she felt thick, heavy ropes of cum crashing down her throat, firing right into her stomach. Clinging tightly to the Tactician and held forcefully in place by his firm grip on her, she happily, eagerly, surrendered herself entirely to his mercy, able to do nothing but groan with each successive load of potent, viscous seed splattering out within her.
Her mind went white, her body trembled with delight, and she remained blissfully in place, feeling his cock twitching and shaking inside her, unloading again and again, until,
“Phhha…phhaaaa… S-Severa…”
At long last, some distant eternity later, exactly as she’d always dreamed of doing, Severa realised she’d successfully swallowed Robin’s entire load. By the time she could feel his shaft slowly calming, not a single drop of his seed had been lost.
Slowly, and with no small amount of regret, she slid backwards, tracing her tongue almost automatically along the underside of his, still hard, length as she finally slipped it from her throat and once more, free into place atop her face. Closing her eyes and finally filling herself with air instead of cock, she tipped her head back, feeling his length resting comfortably atop her in a way that made her wonder why she’d ever recoiled before.
Regaining her rationality as her thoughts returned dizzily to her, Severa realised her entire body was shivering… warm, electric sparks were tracing up the length of her spine, leaving her moderate breasts tinging as they strained against the confines of her shirt and her, thoroughly soaked, pussy hot with an intense desire.
Even having never felt anything like this before, she understood it instantly.
Robin.
The Shepherds stupid, handsome, annoying, comforting, frustrating, wonderful Tactical-Jerk that she’d loved for years now… Robin… She could taste his seed, delicious, thick and potent all the way down her throat and she could feel the sensation seeming to spread throughout her entire being. Her entire body was throbbing for him.
“Th-That… Naga… Well, th-that wasn’t so bad…”
Predictably, it was Severa who gasped those typically dishonest words.
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Brushing away Robin’s offered hand and staggering unsteadily to her feet, Severa’s mind was still a little dazed, but she was keenly aware of two facts.
First: That she wanted to fuck.
Second: That she wasn’t going to.
The first fact was a little scary by itself, she’d felt varying degrees of arousal in the past, and definitely seen plenty of cute boys who’d taken her interest in one manner or another, but she’d never felt anything like this burning desire before. It felt like she was straining against the limits of her self-control just keeping herself calm. She didn’t want to make love, she didn’t want to have sex, she wanted Robin to push her down, rip her clothes off, and just fuck her. It was as exciting a desire as it was dangerous.
Which was why she was at least a little thankful to the second fact.
Given the life she’d lived, Severa had never really intended to save herself for marriage but even so, she’d hoped for something a little more romantic than to suddenly lose her virginity on the floor of her long-time crus-… on the floor of Robin’s office. And, she was smart enough to know that she would definitely regret doing anything like that later. Robin should be with Lucina, she wanted Robin to be with Lucina, she wanted both of them to be happy and she knew they’d be happy together… how exactly she was going to justify having sucked him off, despite that, she was going to think about later.
And yet, right now, if Robin had asked her, she doubted she’d be able to say no. Rather, she was well aware that even as she made a show of trying to tidy herself up and tug her clothes back into place, she kept sneaking glances towards him, trying to see if he was going to ask her for more.
Ultimately, the biggest… maybe only (she would think about that later too!) reason was simply that there was no time left. The sun was high in the sky now, midday probably no more than a half-hour away if not already passed. She’d spent too much time wandering in circles around her room this morning, trying to prepare what she was going to say, that in the end, she’d run out of time.
He was going to leave her. She’d thought she’d accepted all of this, and she’d thought she was used to being away from him, especially after his disappearance following the war. But, everything they’d done recently had reawakened everything she’d kept locked so tight inside. He was going away for weeks with two other women, one of which he loved. Her heart hurt at that, and she reacted the same way she always did.
“Hah! S-See, I can tell you loved that, didn’t you! Now you realise what an idiot you are, for leaving a woman like me behind while you go off to play tour guide for Say’ri!”
Robin didn’t get angry, and he didn’t lose patience with her. He never did, “I’ll miss you Severa. I’ll come see you, as soon as I’m back.”
“Phah, what-ever, I’ll probably have moved on by the time you do get back!”
Stomping away and flinging the door open while she still had her anger to protect her, Severa barely made it three strides down the hallway before she passed her mother, waiting with a look of cautious impatience outside at the top of the staircase.
Cordelia tried to say something, but she brushed it off, storming down the stairs and finally, out down into the barracks below.
“Hmph!”
Frowning at her daughter’s predictable, but frustrating rudeness, Cordelia had better luck hailing the Tactician as he followed a few steps after.
“Robin..?”
“Oh, you were waiting for me?”
“N-Not here, hey! Mm-AH! Hey! W-When you come back, alright?”
“I’ll look forward to it.”
“I was just… Severa’s been a little, a little off lately. I was wondering what she needed to talk to you about so badly.”
“Cordelia!” he gasped, turning to her with clearly feigned outrage, “That’s private! She trusted me with this! I definitely can’t tell you about the handwritten letter she wanted delivered to Owain!”
“O-Oh!”
Cordelia’s eyes lit up at that and her face blossomed into an excited smile Robin had a great deal of difficulty keeping himself from kissing
‘Owain! So that’s what she’s been so concerned about lately!’ the Wing Commander hummed to herself as she split from the Tactician, taking a different exit from the building heading in a different direction towards her house, ‘Owain and Severa… Ah, that’s so nice.’
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Surprisingly, in spite of having brushed past her just moments ago, she saw that Severa was actually waiting for her when she stepped outside into the street. Mumbling something akin to an apology, the younger redhead shrugged herself off from where she’d been leaning against a signpost and fell into step beside her.
“Hey… Mother?”
Cordelia blinked. She’d been trying to think of a good conversation starter herself, (one that didn’t let on what she’d just heard about Severa’s little task for Regna Ferox). It was unusual for her daughter to speak first.
“Yes?”
“What do… Hmm… What do you think of Lucina and Robin?”
Normally that question would have soured her mood, but the taste still lingering on her tongue gave her courage that was hard to suppress.
“How do you mean? I think of them as great friends and reliable comrades of course.”
“I… just… well, it’s two people who’re the same age, but from different time periods… It’s, it’s really romantic isn’t it? Like they won’t let anything keep them apart?”
If Cordelia had been paying more attention, she may have noted that Severa didn’t mention Lucina at any point in her explanation. But this was a topic she’d never been particularly fond of, and one she’d found herself increasingly touchy thinking about in the last few days.
“No, I think it’s really strange. Marrying your best friend’s daughter? It’s odd,” she knew exactly how Sumia thought about it, but, “I’m sure Chrom thinks exactly the same.”
“Gah! Chrom? It’s always about what Chrom thinks with you, isn’t it!?”
Normally a conversation like that would have been enough to set Severa off in a huff and leave Cordelia sighing in frustration. This topic especially had, without either of them realising it, become a very sensitive subject for either of them.
However,… in all the years they’d been together, they’d both mostly gotten used to each other’s antics and their seemingly ever-present arguments. And, perhaps more than anything else, they were both practically aglow in an almost unassailably good mood right now. And so, as the topic of conversation died, so too did any anger, leaving mother and daughter walking comfortably in step together once again.
“Hmm, it’s just about lunch time isn’t it?” Cordelia mused, catching a fresh array of delicious scents as they passed into the marketplace, with the midday-rush ready to begin, “Would you like to get something to eat? I’ll treat you.”
“Ah! I… Nah, I’ll pass actually,” Severa shook her head after a moment’s thought, “I already had something, so I’m completely stuffed.”
“Oh? So, you did have something in the end? I was worried you’d skipped breakfast. I suppose I’m the same though, I had a big meal earlier, so I don’t need anything.”
Both women hummed contentedly at that, idly stroking their hands over their stomachs as they were lost in their thoughts.
“A-Actually… I’ve been feeling a little strange for a while now. So, I think I might head home and just… lie down for a few hours,” the ache between Cordelia’s legs left her swallowing heavily, and she was suddenly thankful for the large, thick walls of her room.
“Urgh, if you’re sick, don’t pass it to me! Hmph, but I was up late last-night, so I guess I’ll do the same,” the heat swirling from Severa’s core left her legs a little shaky, and she was immediately glad she’d picked her room on the far side of the house to her mother’s.
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A/N: Phew! I feel like I say this quite often, but hopefully now you can see why this chapter was delayed so many times. I meant to move the plot onwards quite a lot and have this be entirely a Say’ri chapter, but there was just no way that was possible. If you are looking for more of our lovelly Empress though, you can rest assured that most of the next chapter is already written (on pen and paper) and was done so before I realised this needed to be split. There’s quite a bit of work to do fleshing it out a bit more, and adding a few extra scenes to tie back into this chapter, but overall, it shouldn’t take as long to be completed as this one did. Hopefully.
That Robin/Lucina closet scene (as well as the Cynthia part) was entirely spontaneous, written on a whim because I thought it was a great idea, so hopefully you guys liked that. Got to delve a little deeper into Lucina’s mind, and we also got some humour at poor Cynthia’s expense.
For the goodbye scene, my original idea was for Cordelia to take him by surprise by kissing him just like he had for her, and then the big twist being that Severa would then do exactly the same. Mother and daughter, each making out with the same man behind the other’s backs, pretty hot! It got changed after I realised how much hotter it would be to have Cordelia take things a little further, and then Severa to still (unknowingly) match her. I was conflicted as to whether such a big step made sense for her character, but I did think it was reasonable considering she was finally taking her first steps towards claiming a relationship on her own terms. And, in the end, I put it to a poll for my supporters, Cordelia giving a blowjob for a goodbye was the overwhelming winner! I didn’t tell anyone, or leave any notes in my previews, about Severa also doing one. So hopefully that was a nice surprise.
I had a lott’a fun writing those scenes too, a lot of parallels between Severa and Cordelia, so different but so similar, I wanted to parallel Cordelia’s insecurities about herself with Severa’s for that purpose.
Anyhow, expect the next chapter in about 3 days. It won’t be done by then, but you can expect it then all the same.
As always, more information about my story statuses as well as a weekly updates and any other details can be found at:
http://jlcdavenport.blogspot.com
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