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Chapter Two: Fantasies
"Gods, what-!"
Much to Tharja's surprise, the first thing Robin did after staring at her in horrid realization was immediately duck under the sheets, hastily covering himself before backing against the wall next to the bed. He had reflexively shrugged off her hex like it was second nature and moved against her will. Initially she recoiled, but slowly she found herself excitedly smiling at the prospect.
She couldn't control him with mere hexes. This would explain why a good majority of her stronger and less subtle enchantments on him had little to no effect. If he realized it or had a strong reaction that forced him to act contrary to what the spell permitted, he would break free. If she were to use something on him, he would have to either willfully accept it or it would need to be so subtle that he didn't realize the spell was cast on him until it had fully taken root. There was the last option of casting a hex so powerful that he could not fight it off, but that was something that she doubted she would want to put on him.
A challenge.
His head finally popped out from beneath the blankets, blushing hard and staring at her painfully, like he had been violated. "Tharja, what are you doing here?"
He was afraid of her smile, and it only made her lips curl even more. "This is my room, Tharja! Why are you in here?" he yelled.
This also meant that unfortunately, getting the truth out of him would not be easy. She needed something more powerful than just mere words unlike most subjects. The next course of action was to obtain an object that could have been considered the essence of the person. It was perhaps a toy that they loved to play with or a trinket that they held dear to his or her heart. Something that carried a deep and important connection to the person.
And she knew exactly what she wanted to use.
"H-How did you even get into my room?"
She ignored the question for now. Instead, she turned her head, her eyes still locked on his as she sauntered over to his desk. Very slowly, she opened a drawer that she had seen him open countless times. Her hand slinked in and grasped the corner of that handkerchief, that piece of cloth he used to clean himself up with and slowly pulled it out, finally turning her gaze from him to inspect it.
Her words and actions finally hit him and a gasp came from his throat. "You… Y-You've seen me before… haven't you?"
She couldn't see much of it in the pale moonlight, preventing her from inspecting it closely. But she could sense other things. It smelled of lavender and the handkerchief was soft to the touch, but there were sharp creases and folds and the edges held their shape well. He was obviously taking care of the piece of cloth carefully to make sure no one knew what it was for, perhaps even washing it after every use.
It was absolutely perfect.

The way Tharja stared at the piece of cloth greatly concerned him. She knew what it was for. She had to have known that he used it to wipe the cum from his body after he masturbated. And the only way she could have known was if she had seen him use it, which meant that this wasn't the first time she had intruded on him.
Her hands softly traced the cloth, feeling its surface and turning it over, leaving none of it unchecked. Slowly, she moved over to the far corner of his bed and sat on it and he felt himself reflexively tuck himself away further into the corner of the wall.
Her eyes seemed to glisten in the darkness a little, maybe even glowing.
"So who did you beat off to tonight?"
Before he could think of an answer, his lips opened of his own accord.
"You."
His hand immediately flew to his mouth and he felt his eyes widen in disbelief. His cheeks burned hot as Tharja, visibly shocked at his answer, turned to him in surprise. Her lips, however, then curled into an even larger smile and he suddenly felt like he wanted to lump up into a ball and die in the protection of his blankets, as ineffective and impossible as the thought would have been. He attempted to shrink into the corner even more, hoping that the wall would simply open up and swallow him.
"Me, was it?"
Her hand that held the handkerchief suddenly went low to her lap, the cloth sitting atop her thighs. Perhaps she had lost interest in it, he hoped, but instead she turned her gaze away, looking at the ceiling and leaned back, her other arm supporting her weight. In spite of the dim lighting, he could see every contour and curve of her. The mesh clothing on her skin suddenly felt invisible, leaving only the cape around her shoulders and the solid strips of cloth blocking the more intimate parts of her body.
He tried to shake the thoughts away. This was the last thing he ought to be entertaining himself with. She had intruded on him! Watched him in his most private moments and seen him- his-
"I wonder," the words rolled slowly off of her tongue, "what did you have me do?"
She painstakingly dragged the cloth up across her body and his throat went dry. He didn't have to be watching her face to hear her smile, to know her gaze was once again upon him. "Perhaps I approached you?" the handkerchief dragged up past her flat stomach and stopped between her breasts. "Begged you for sexual release?"
"Or maybe you forced yourself upon me and made me obey your every burning desire?"
She was pleased that she had so aptly caught his attention with such a simple movement.
"Did you have me struggle? Or was I eager and complacent, more than happy to oblige with your wishes, to become your plaything for the night?"
She turned away from him before lying flat on her back, the red cloth splayed on her chest. She was suddenly closer to him, her head close to his feet, and yet he found himself unbidden to hide or push her away.
"Tell me."
It wasn't even a command, merely and inquiry, and yet he found his lips parting again to speak.
"I had you use your mouth."
Her cursed lips parted and her tongue peeked out, a small, small triangle of flesh, and slowly ran it across her upper lip and he shivered.
"Continue. Was I good?"
"You were relentless and I… I came down your throat. Then I pulled your head back and sprayed the rest on your chest."
She gave a low moan and her eyes closed. She let go of the cloth, dragging a finger up her neck and liking the tip. The implication was not lost upon Robin.
"Then what happened? Did I clean up the mess, swallowing all of your cum?"
"I didn't let you," his voice became firm. "I pushed you down, s-spread your legs and… and-"
"And?" she said without condemnation, without shame.
His lips moved to part and he tried to bite it closed.
"Won't you tell me?" her legs slowly spread apart and her other hand drifted to the inside of her thigh. "Won't you describe how you fucked me?"
This time he opened his mouth on his own accord, voice becoming uncertain. His hand went to cover his eyes. "Why am I telling you this, Tharja?" His voice wavered and the small beginnings of a lump started to form in the back of his throat. Great. Now his anger turned to shame and he felt like he was going to cry, like she was almost scolding him. "Gods, this is so stupid."
She slowly sat back up, clutching the cloth to her chest, holding it tight like it was suddenly precious to her before turning to him. "Because I've been following you, watching your every move."
"Yes, I know. We've…" he tried to breathe and calm down. He didn't want to cry here. Not in front of her after all this, after he somehow laid everything in front of her in the most vulnerable of situations. He didn't want a pity party. "We've had that conversation before." Gods, if only he knew how far she-
"And I know that deep down inside, you crave a relationship with the opposite sex and all that comes with it."
His eyes snapped up, suddenly focused on her. "What makes you feel that way?" All thoughts of fear and self-pity left him and was replaced with apprehension.
She merely smiled, and stood up. "That's not important," she stared at him. "What is important is that I can provide you with one, but it's not going to be what you have in mind."
"W-What do you mean?" he was sure he sounded more eager than he wanted to be.
"Heh heh," she gave a small chuckle. "You'll see tomorrow. I'm sure you'll want to learn more."
She started to make her way to the door, and he was so very sure that she was purposely putting one foot in front of the other to make her hips sway just a little bit.
"Oh," her right hand held out the red handkerchief and she turned over her shoulder to look at him. He felt his face cheeks burn again under her smiling gaze. "I'll be holding onto this for now. And don't worry. Your fantasy is safe with me."
And just as suddenly she appeared, she slipped out the door and left his room.
His body did not move for a moment, still hiding beneath his blankets.
Then it registered in his mind that the door was not locked. In sharp realization he threw them off and dashed over to the door, making sure that the bolt was tucked away and shook the door fiercely. It did not budge, proof that it was finally locked and he stepped back, panting a little.
Gods, that woman! What did she have planned for him? As if he would want to be in a relationship with her after she so brazenly watched him as he was masturbating! This was the dumbest idea he had ever heard coming from her lips! This was even worse than when she suggested casting an attraction hex on him to make fighting female soldiers easier.
Why did she single him out, of all of the Shepherds? What did she see in him? He was short, young, and not even "legal", as Sully so aptly put it.
Why did she go after him? And why… why did…
Why did he have an erection?

A/N: I don't think there is much to say that wasn't said in the previous author notes. Again, a lot of these chapters were written about a month or so ago and now I'm just slowly uploading them. Still, pretty happy at the pace it's going at right now, although now that I have this, Three is Company, and Letters for Cordy to work on, it makes me wonder just how these are gonna be done.
Still, hope you're having a good time!
I do not own Fire Emblem.
I appreciate all comments and criticism.
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