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Salty Tea I	By : PiddleyFangs Category: +A through F > Fire Emblem (all) > Fire Emblem (all) Views: 4801 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 2: Decline

Lissa was invited to tea one especially quiet afternoon. The party had recently departed from the risen infested lands to regroup in a plain elsewhere more deep in Ylisse. The area was more homely to the majority of soldiers, and Maribelle was making the best of the situation and had made reservations at a more high-end tea club. It was extravagant and classy, with well-tuned string instruments and piano playing arrangements for low energy situations. Lissa wasn’t thrilled by the setting, but Maribelle worked some wonders with tea. Her stomach was itching at the time, but Lissa was equipped to listen to what her friend had to say. “I’m sorry if I’ve been a tad clingy, dear.” Maribelle started to say between sips at her lightly citrus lined tea. “I’ve just wanted to express my appreciation of you, as well make sure of your hasty recovery. I apologize if my actions went out of your comfort zone.”
“It’s fine Maribelle, though you did do a bit too much.” Lissa replied, a thoughtful pose to her little finger at her pale chin. “I just don’t want to feel like some vulnerable thing in your eyes, y’know? I’m your friend; I’m not some treasure to be guarded.”
“I couldn’t agree more. I apologize again, and swear on my honor that such a misbalance shall never occur again. Henceforth, you shall not be overly catered to; you are essentially your own woman. If you ever need my help, feel free to seek me out, though.’ Lissa nodded to this with a big cheery grin. One of her hands was diving beneath the table, sliding a hand up her skirt, and tugging away at the tights beneath, trying to get a good itch at her stomach. It was begging for attentive pressure to her fiery regions. She was lucky that she was so discrete, for she could obscure each action from Maribelle. Nothing would have convinced her more of Lissa’s health still in need of unfavorable attention more than Lissa’s odd habits that were developing.
The rest of the afternoon in town led the blondes to visit through a few shops and stores. A clothes and tailor yielded little product, though Maribelle found some extra spools of fabric for possible sewing if she ever found the time. A trip to the medicine store yielded a surprisingly in depth speech on the nature of medicines, Maribelle pondering over concoctions with extraneous or adulterated recipes, some of which would not even function with the current composition. Next trip led to the staff and sage store, which was the greatest middle ground between the two, for healing staffs was common ground. As a final destination, Lissa went to a black smith to get her axe sharpened. Frederick snuck off with it during one battle, and hadn’t found the time to fix the mighty axe, so Lissa felt it good to finally cease the day on this situation. Maribelle suggested they pay visit to the little fair that was seemingly being hosted the cobblestone path a few paces, past all the humble homes. Lissa nearly agreed, but her itch.
This was the most incredible itch she had felt yet. This itch was of the utmost intensity. It felt like abrasive ants, rubbing their cindery bodies against the back of her skin. Her eyes went wide, and a cold sweat broke out. Lissa politely declined, and made haste back to the tent, leaving Maribelle confused.
Lissa never had ripped her clothing off much faster. Her petticoat was hardly well removed, but she had to get unlimited access to her tights right now. She scratched and scratched, the itch doing the usual action and leading further and further down, leading her to let her index finger prod at her loins, and find with little ignorance, a chance to delve deeper. The chance rested in the itch, unmistakably existing between two plump lips of her slick walls. She dragged her fingers hard against each wall, her goal being to satisfy. She was on fire, so of course she was out to douse the flame. Delving fingers back and forth, bringing her hand to her face to at times lick, she was finding it harder and harder to stop. She thrust her hips with her bobbing breasts, doing her finest work to hilt at her fingers, riding them herself. She couldn't take it much longer. For sure, for sure! She was cumming, but in truth she had already came. She was hardly thinking about it when she came with all the most intense arousal she had ever felt. Nuisance fires were now very clearly intense, pure arousal. And it wasn't shrinking, but it was growing. By everyday now she was becoming more and more different. She caught onto nothing, not a thing was wrong to her.
Her changes were unnoticeable. She would never notice that her clit was engorged on blood that bloated it out a few more tiny centimeters. It was such an indiscriminate change, how would it ever come to her notice? It puffed up, and then solidified with its brand new length and thickness. It kept up with this until Lissa hadn’t enough strength in her pinching fingers to keep up to it.
A few days have passed, the army deploying to remerge back with the Risen stricken area where Lissa was originally sickened. The Risen were still a problem, they would just have to settle for being more aware of curses, and avoid even getting hit by them at all possible. Lissa woke the first morning their camp was settled back where it all began. She cleared her throat, and got ready to rise from bed, when suddenly her loins itched sharply enough to draw her rear to instantly fall back into bed. Just… Just one time this morning! Then she can get out of bed. Just once.
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Chores were piling up on a more than busy day for the bustling little soldiers. Frederick stood watch over the recruited men and women as they worked to pay for their feed and roosts. “-And Cordeilia, if you could check over our weaponry for any significant damages and see if they could be replaced? Kjelle, you’re on armor duty. That last batch had plenty of armor slayers and made minced metal of our heavy knights. Has anyone seen Tharja as of late?” On and on the dutiful knight went. He did not even have a list, he merely knew by committed memory who ought do what, and what ought get done for their merry little band to keep their heads high, and the journey well. And as it went, Lissa had been slacking off in quite a few chores as of late.
He counted through the amount if times she was liable to be off her duties. She had spent a fair amount of time too ail to do any of her tasks, and for a little bit later while she recovered. Maribelle had covered as best she could for the times Lissa was unable to act. But now Lissa was very much more able, and Maribelle it seemed, was still doing her work. Frederick was certainly unsure how within his authority it was to enforce work on Lissa, but she hadn’t a very good reason to be malingering any longer.
He found Lissa while she was trying to sneak over to mess hall to pilfer a few rolls left over from breakfast. “Milady, you have not been doing your chores as of late. I would not wish to inform your brother of this behavior, and I’m sure you wouldn’t either.” Frederick stated ever so firmly to Lissa, both his hands behind is back, but his knees spread just a tad to show a sort of familiarity in his stature without dropping the stiffened firmness of his legislative form.
“Oh, but F-Frederick…” Lissa touted her shoulders, one posing against her cheek. Her body moves on autopilot, flowingly curling into this flirty stance, curling her toes, and tilting her body forward. She drew a line down the chest of the armored knight, but the iron shell her wore did little to prevent her heated messaged to spread. “I just can’t do this work yet, Freddy. Could you maybe just maybe pleeeease cover this for me?” She stated, her eyes keeping eye contact with whole new meanings, the context of her usually innocent stares seemingly shattered by the blushing knight. Frederick cleared his throat, turning his head.
“I…I will make arrangements for today for you to be excused.”
“Maaaybe for the week?”
“…F-For the week, milady.” Frederick timidly walked off with his tail curled tight around his trembling thighs. Lissa was not in a much more put together state. Her pale face was crushed by a trembling blush. What had she done?! She was never one to slack off work, and she even seduced Frederick?! She never treated anyone that way, and she certainly never tried to use her gender position to try and gain some sort of upper hand. She was crippled by this realization, and it laid conquest to her mind, forcing out her innocent thoughts in exchange for this clamorous mental argument over what she had done.
Lissa tossed the roll she was trying to waltz off with, and headed instantly back to her tent, hoping she’d make it before Maribelle either brought the tea set for lunch or decided to check in on Lissa and question why she still wasn't doing her work. Maribelle was ever kind to have ever cared so much for Lissa, and even covered the extensively considerable amount of work Lissa forced on to her, but a line was drawn starting this week, with the cleric certainly back at a state of health she could get back to making proof that she was not delicate.
She was curled back in her blankets, trying to get over what she had done, and ever further her advances into her skirt. She didn't want her trembling hands to make feelings of her cravings, but her nether crumbled under the envisioned sensations. Lissa gave test to see if now her stomach rash could still be an area to satisfy herself, but this was found false. Only her lower lips now kept the cure to her irrationality, to her intensifying heat that lay between her thighs. She was skirt-less, still garbed in only her tights having yet to bare her war skirt.
Her middle digit made the cross down first. She shamefully slipped her finger between puckered puffs of her taint, playing carefully, writhing fingers wetly wiggling over with her lower lips spread like soft fruit slices. She gasped sharply, her still red face certainly discovering a different shade all together. Her next two fingers that neighbored her middle finger made the collision with her vulva. They tempted along the puff exterior, but made haste in coming further teasers at her linings. She felt the ever growing temptation to just give in, and make insertions of her tempting fingers. And her clit was ever engorged in heated blood, standing stiffly, about as far as perhaps an inch, but this may only be the imagination playing tricks on the accuracy of the measurements. She pawed at the engorged puffy stiffer, and found the feeling to be beyond the best she had ever felt. Her breasts tingled with incredible sensations. Her lips spread to moan-
“Lissa, darling?” Maribelle poked her head in, bringing her torso carrying a fine tray of tea with her, “I brought tea! I hope you do not mind, but I made your cup a tad more sugary than usual, since I figured you could use a fair bit more of flavor this morning. Cooking has been a fair bit more drab as of late. You do enjoy sweets, no?” Lissa smiled nervously at her friend who brought her classiest tea tray with her and set it down kindly on a nearby wooden table, the girl calming her nerves with a huff of air. “Are biscuits a fair choice for our sweet side dish to our tea?”
“S-sure! I love sweets!” Lissa dragged her fingers back. They were soaked and sticky.
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It was the thick of the night, the ebony sky casted a haze over the camp that shrouded the wayward band in their little tents and hollow campfire lights in a most deep of darkness. Torches were met with an increasingly hearty depth of shadow to be dealt with, and traveling around the camp was discouraged. Antics proceeded as normal, though now the emphasis of foolery was the resulting clumsiness brought about by the insistent maze of the dark. Stahl had bumped into Tharja by his own foul in walking multiplied by the lack of vision. She was contemplating if being an owl would have helped his case at all, and the screams of regret were the first noises to really pierce the night fairly well. It was the perfect sort of night to get away with something personal, for not a soul would be listening, too wrapped up in their own sorts now made trickier by the night.
Lissa, all wrapped up in the embrace of her bed covers, made haste to gobble the last of her meat pie, licking her lips clean of her consumption. She had made it quite the meal, though she had doubt it was enough to really have worked up the sweat she was developing. Beads of ripe sweat flowed down her forehead in shifts, shivering down across her pale face. She thought merely the heat was a lone factor, so she shed her covers and made haste in her removal of her night gown. Her modest pale form was laid bare to only the blind eyes of the tent walls. Gentle light breasts like petite scoops of cream, curvature to her hips as wide as chair’s back rest’s, and legs that carry her at a short height with shapely support. Lissa’s form was in average condition save only for the sweat that formed across her form and the swollen nub at the base of her folds. Her nether lips puckered with a shade of pink usually unknown to Lissa. She had never beheld her lower lips at such a state of blush. A curious sensation was a single bead of sweat running across the folds, and tickling the nose of her inch long clit.
Her form wished to remain at rest, but some part of her had received the most rattling tingle at her spine, and was driven to react to the curios sensation by applying her fingers yet again to the lengthened spot. She had little reason to ponder it, and this time more than ever she was mindless in her actions. She hardly even looked at what she was letting her hands be free to apply. They rubbed in tight pinches across the slender length. They prodded and poked, and at her most mindless her hands did a great might tug. It all seemed in vain, but it soon bore fruit for Lissa was shocked back onto her rear upon the floor with the sensation of a slight squirt. From the tip of her bloating clit, which now doubled in girth and in length, she squirted a mere droplet of this white hazy mix. It dripped down onto the floor, and made little an appearance to the enamored blonde. She felt her eyes turn to spirals and her maw turn to an open portal for her tongue to hang from.
In her frenzy, she spread herself wide like shy flower, ever so cautious about her actions as some part of her felt the occasion begin to escalate. It was the same as riding a bull, totally aware of where you are headed, but you are also fully aware that nothing within your power can stop this beast. She hammered thoroughly into her slit, making haste to go to the time tested max of two fingers. She felt never a need to test for if any more could ever stretch herself, but upon this horny chance, as her mind went blank and her moans become more apparent, she felt it needed enough that a last a third and even a fourth do part her folds and spread her walls another few inches wide. Her thighs had never felt so distant before.
Her mind did return to her, but in a hazy mess of a wrecked conscious growing ever dependent on the sensations she delivered. It was like driving the clouds of heaven, to float endlessly in effortless bliss. It was the benefit of feeling one part sexually deranged, and another part blissfully innocent and naïve of the actions she did commit. Her purity winced at the occasional fluid that flew, and the insistence of tasting a fair few of the bitter fluids that were flung from her ravaged hole. She felt so close, and yet one action remained unclaimed.
She writhed, raising her petite proper rear into the air like a horny beast, and with a need to grant showmanship to that waving fanny, she parted her cheeks wide apart for the painter’s canvas, giving the most lewd angle she could, and she made good on her center pucker and plugged it with a lewd duo of explorative fingers. She shouted and moaned, her mind begged her to pick a name, the name of someone she would be embarrassed to have how low she was in the mud, how she craved this dirt and now spread it evenly upon her form like a hot day’s powder. She searched her more basic feelings, straying from love, and felt Maribelle would be the worst to see her, with the filth aspect playing into her more mannered friend. Lissa’s animal half laid claim to that name, and spewed in horny shouts, “Oh, Maribelle, please don’t look! Please don’t find me… I was just so horny, pleeeaaaaaase…” She had no idea why, but imaging her there drove her even more wild, and her clit squirted, and her folds squirted, and her brain squirted a little of the intellectual pressures right out of her ear.
Her walls clenched tight around her fold bound fingers, and she collapsed inward on herself as climax warped her whole form in undulating tides of ecstasy. Lazily she reached upward to climb herself back upon the bed, and pass out completely naked. She would cause a tad of a stir when someone would have to go back to awaken her for she never awoke to a single one of the many calls for her, but she couldn't care less. All she cared about now, was fitting in her daily masturbation.
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