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And here's the other half. It doesn't include the Spotpass characters, mostly because if I do one I need to do all, but Spotpass!Emmeryn squicks me the fuck out so I'll do none of them. Special thanks to Lin for throwing the ideas for a few of the characters at me.
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The next few years, Robin found himself coordinating rebuilding efforts, which would have felt a waste of his talents were he not patching up war-torn villages. Fire drills and practice battles kept his wits sharp, and he hid his lingering desire to be back on the road and planning attacks by running the Shepherds through training exercises. It was not a particularly lively few years, which he was rather glad about. The birth of princess Lucina was the only highlight, bringing about a feeling of relief as she girl bore the blue hair of her father, ensuring that countless nights spent in the royal bed had not led to problems.
Several other Shepherds married, but Robin remained single, always welcome in the beds of his allies but never settling down with any of them. It didn't seem right to him for a few reasons, chief among them being his lack of romantic interest in them. How he had come into such circumstances was beyond him, but he tried to pay it no mind. When a new threat emerged, the Shepherds were again on the road and Robin found himself back in familiarity. His first memories were of war, and for some reason it brought him a measure of inner-calm to again wield his sword and direct his friends in battle.
“Does she have to watch?” he asked nervously, unable to concentrate on Cherche with her wyvern's eyes on them. She'd insisted on Minerva’s presence for some unexplained reason, and it heightened his nerves. Her steely gaze made him tremble in all the wrong ways, making his night with the gorgeous ride a far more awkward experience than expected. Cherche lay on her stomach on the bed as he undressed her, piece by piece. His lips never left her firm, muscular back as he undressed her. He went slow with her just because he was afraid any sudden movements would result in a claw at his throat, but the way she purred as he stroked her thighs told him he was at least on the right track. As he removed the last article of clothing and rolled her over, he found that she turned to face the dragon as he entered her. It confused him further, and he wondered just what was going through her mind as he made love to her and she divided her attention between him and the patient voyeur in the corner, who seemed completely still. Whatever it was, he didn't ask her to explain, simply having his night with her and avoiding the wyvern from then on.
Henry's teeth sank into Robin's neck, drawing a hiss from the tactician. The dark mage's fingers were long and slender, firmly tracing every scar on Robin's naked body. They fascinated him, leading to him muttering under his breath as he found another part of the neck to bite down on as well. He seemed utterly disinterested in sex, even as Robin ground his rear needily into the white-haired mage's groin. The friction did nothing to elicit a reaction out of him, but every sharp, pained breath seemed to make him throb, as though he found pleasure in inducing pain instead of any real sexual stimulation. When Henry did finally enter him, his fingernails dug into one of the scars, and he told Robin that he hoped to leave a few more.
As his fingers slipped inside of Lucina, the princess buried her blushing face into his neck. She cooed out as he touches her in ways nobody had before, and he could tell her explorations hadn't been nearly so thorough either. He wasn't even yet inside of her, and already she was gripping at his arms desperately and shutting her eyes tight. He went slow with her, not just because he felt she was better being given a slow lovemaking, but because he wanted to see how she'd react with proper build if the foremost of foreplay was already drawing such reaction. He wanted to see the radiant glow of her as she lay on the bed, her illustrious hair spread out beneath her, lip trembling as his name rolled off of it so sweetly. She'd seen so much pain and suffering, but for that night, there was nothing but magic between them.
The flowing nature of her clothes, paired with the recent winds, meant that Robin already had a very vivid mental image of Say'ri's long, toned legs. He already knew that he wanted them wrapped around his waist, and when he had the princess up against a tree, he got his wish. He dragged his lips up her solid calves, and as he worked his way up her defences began to crumble. Her usually stern, cold expression began to ebb a little as, around him, she let her guard down. By the time his lips seized her folds, she was enjoying his company without pretence or need for masks. Soon enough he was standing upright, her leg up at his waist and her arms around his neck. He'd paid them service, and gotten her so amazingly wet and engaged that she wrapped them tightly around him and held him buried inside of her.
Owain's endless, comical boasting ruined any semblance of a mood or tone they may have had, and Robin found himself frustrated by the fact instead of a quivering shudder into his ear as he was taken, he got a loud and bragging proclamation about Owain Dark or something; he was too frustrated to care. His shaft lay half-flaccid at his side, unable to enjoy anything about the situation so long as he ran his mouth. It drove him mad, until finally he pushed the myrmidon off and assumed control of the situation himself, for the sake of getting off that night. He got his hands in Owain's messy hair and claimed his mouth, finding a good way to shut him up and salvage the entire thing, just before he had to hear once more about his 'fleshy blade'. Surprisingly, he was very skilled with his mouth, and Robin wondered if someone else had taken this solution with him before because he finished far sooner than he would have, and rather messily too. When he lay on the bed in the afterglow and Owain entered him again, he made damn sure to lock lips with the noble and not release them under any circumstances.
Robin had expected to find Inigo in similar circumstances to the party's other womanizer. Instead of being drunkenly mounted and told he was ladylike enough to not have any regrets, Inigo took after his mother and danced for him. It was a much shyer performance than he'd seen his first time with the woman years earlier, but he coaxed him out of that discomfort over time. He hadn't the technique or practice to move the dance seamlessly into his lap, to continue his performance with the tactician inside of him, but there was a certain grace to it all as he rocked atop the supine Robin, a fluidity that was clearly from all the dancing. It was strange to see the flirt riding his shaft, moaning and enraptured by something so completely different from his usual fare, but the inexplicable contrast made the moment sweeter for Robin, because he was seeing Inigo in a new, vulnerable light.
Despite his appearance and mother, Brady was very gentle. Surprisingly gentle, actually. Even when he grabbed the hem of the tactician's coat as he was taken, it didn't seem an act of passionate desperation so much as simply passion. 'Snugly' was almost the word he wanted to use to describe how Brady cuddled and nuzzled into him at every turn, no matter how little that fit the very thuggish-looking healer. 'Protective' came next, which fit him far more, as he wrapped his arms around Robin and kissed him so gently. It was the sort of carefulness that usually the person doing the penetrating reserved for a partner they were making love to, or to someone inexperienced and in need of affection. Robin was inside of Brady though; it was simply his personality shining through. As the healer shuddered, Robin brought his lips to the corner of his facial scar, kissing it softly and letting him know that he'd found what lay beneath.
Without her armour, it hit him just how impressive Kjelle's body was. She insisted on being in control, and she lacked the same handle on her strength that her mother had, so Robin didn't try to make it a contest, surrendering immediately and letting her take control. It seemed to be what she wanted, to be a woman in charge, to have him instead of the other way around. He gladly relented to that, allowing her to get her fingers tight into his hair and push his face down between her legs. Her domination was a strange one; she was too inexperienced to properly control him, and so she was simply rough and demanding with him. It would have been underwhelming were it not for her immense strength, ensuring that he was firmly in her grasp and being dragged to whichever part of her body she wanted him to pay tribute to. They weren't playing his domination; she really did have total physical control over him.
Cynthia was an endless well of energy, grinding against him with giddiness as her hand fumbled in his lap, clumsily stroking his shaft. She straddled Robin's leg, rubbing back and forth against the skin and wiggling her slit against him, finding far too much enjoyment in the act. When he grasped her breast and took the nipple between her lips, she let out a shrill squeal that almost made him recoil in shock, but he started to suck and persevered. He was glad she was so full of energy, because it meant that once he got inside of her she was going to ride his lap with all of that enthusiasm straight to climax, but he wished she'd keep it down. There was very little danger in getting caught, and nobody would have really cared, but her noise took a toll on his hearing that he wasn't likely to soon recover from.
Severa goaded and mocked him the whole time. She didn't get physical like he expected, but in her submission spent plenty of time snapping at him and insisting he was going too soft. He had no idea what 'hard' meant for her, but he assumed she'd be belligerent about it once he got there. It stopped being a game for them the moment she bit his neck and scratched down his back, barking an order for him to stop disappointing her. That finally pissed him off, and he bit her right back, drawing a very pleased moan and making her nails twist against his flesh. Feeling he was onto something, he pushed her out of his lap, getting her on all fours in front of him and giving her ass a smack so hard the noise made him recoil and his hand stung. Grabbing her twintails, he tugged on them hard as he slammed his cock into her, and the lusty moan tearing out of her throat told him that he'd found 'hard'.
It was a challenge to get Gerome to open up. Not to agree to sex; he seemed very receptive of that, to whatever lengths he could really be receptive to anything. But he had problems being intimate, touching or moving or showing any real signs that the hand wrapped around his shaft or the lips at his neck were really doing anything for him. He stroked Robin's in return just fine, but seemed so rigid and stiff--in the wrong places--and had trouble unwinding. Robin tried to be as passionate as he could with Gerome, and by the end of the night he looked back and found that the wyvern rider had certainly been a good lay, but that there wasn't anything emotional in their night together. He may as well have been wearing his mask for how closed-off he was, but Robin could hardly complain. At least he didn't insist that Minverykins had to watch.
Yarne wriggled and squirmed under him, whimpering as Robin pushed deeper into his rear. “Be gentle with me,” he squeaked, clawing at the bed beneath him as a hand wrapped tightly around his shaft and began to tug. As a prank, Severa had told him how rough he'd been with her to scare him, and it worked, leaving him oddly reluctant and always worried that at any moment Robin would tug on his ears and start ravaging him. Robin went gently, not being the lover that Severa had scared the taguel into thinking he was, but it only did so much to assuage his nervousness. It was only when he started to scratch behind Yarne's ears that he calmed the boy down enough to be able to go at him properly.
It seemed that Miriel had left all of her notes on her and Robin's experiments behind, and Laurent had all of them. It was intimidating, for the mage to know so much about him with Robin knowing nothing in return, and that made him nervous. Laurent didn't want to complete or continue the notes, just to see things for himself. All of his mother's notes detailed the mechanics, which he understood perfectly, but he wanted to know the intangibles. Their lips met as their shafts rubbed together, eventually seized in his hand and stroked in unison. They ran through so many things that night, Robin noting that they were his and Miriel's most-researched positions, and when it was all over, the mage lay in his arms and had to admit that he'd been showed otherwise. He intended to continue the notes after all.
Noire apologized for the fiftieth as Robin finished tying her hands to the bed with the strongest rope they could take from the camp without looking suspicious. It was a safety measure, in case her inner demon slipped out during sex, and entirely her suggestion, though Robin embraced it because it would go a long way in saving his life. Climbing atop her, they started, and it all went fairly normally from there, the archer moaning and wriggling beneath him on the bed. At least, until she did snap, and the kisses she'd been giving his neck turned into a fierce bite that made Robin shout out and climax inside of her without warning. She had a hold on him, and he could feel the warm trickle down his neck as her legs seized his hips and she shouted to him that he had better not pull out of her until she said she was satisfied.
Nah tugged at his coat and held him tight against her. Her cheeks were flush and eyes shut tight as he moved inside of her, his lips against hers as they parted. She let go with him, showed him her vulnerability and her emotions. She was always so closed off, but in his arms it was hard to be stoic or keep her maturity up. For that night, she didn't have to be 'the mature one' or respond to everything with dry wit. She could instead nuzzle into his neck and enjoy something sane and normal for once. He was soft and warm, and his touch made her toes curl and her cheeks burn. She cooed his name softly and refused to let him go, because so long as he held her she felt safe.
It surprised him that Tiki would even be sexual, but the Voice of Naga, countless thousands of years old, proved herself to be such just fine as she lay atop him. In some ways, sex was the best way to forge a bond for her as well, because the lingering, wonderful memories of a night snared in passion stayed with her always. When her loved ones had long turned to dust she could still reminisce about when they were closest and most intimate. She shivered and moaned in his embrace, smiling all the while as she explained it to him, telling him subtly that she considered him among his 'loved ones'. A kiss sealed the matter and he wrapped his arms around her waist, holding her extra tight and promising to leave her a night of memories she could enjoy for eternity.
Robin lay sandwiched between East and West. The Khans took him together, revelling in the chance to share the tactician. They didn't mind that he wasn't as athletic as they were, because it made it all so much more fun. Basilio took him from behind, his hold hard on Robin's sides as he pushed into him. He pulled him up a little with each pull out, then slammed back down each time. Flavia lay beneath, benefiting from her colleague's dragging of the tactician's body as each hard push in drove a cock into her. It was rare for someone to lie between the two competitive lovers, but they found him a welcome addition to their bed that night. They set out to using him every which way, and Robin could tell that him being in the middle was a fairly lopsided approach to threesomes, but there was nothing about it that he could complain about. Both of them found plenty of different uses for him, and the night only came to an end because they had run through every possible combination and the mens' seed had run dry.
When he went to face Grima, it was his ties to his friends that saved him. The bonds he'd forged with each of them were strong enough to not only reign him in against Grima's power, but anchor him firmly to reality, such that when the dust settled after his sacrifice, he still lay living in the world. Whether it was the extent to which he pushed every relationship, or if it was an unnecessary step that strengthened solid steel, the lengths he went to ensured a place in the hearts of his soldiers. By most reliable accounts he loved nobody other than his wife Lucina, but those who fought under his command knew otherwise.
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