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Robin Has Vanilla Consensual Sex with Tharja	By : CharlesMorren Category: +A through F > Fire Emblem (all) > Fire Emblem (all) Views: 14915 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Fire Emblem, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Author's Note: I've decided to add a few chapters to this story. If you have any requests for scenes, please post them in the comments.
Tharja followed Robin as he walked up the winding flight of stairs.
She wasn't entirely sure where he was going, but that didn't matter. Robin went a lot of places and met a lot of people, and she always went with him. Occasionally he had to go places that were far away, which made companionship all the more important, or met people who wanted to kill him, which was why curses existed. The important thing was that she was always there. This was the basis of a healthy marriage.
Today was one of those days where she had missed a lot of details, which made her annoyed. Robin had a meeting in the palace with Chrom and some officials whose names she didn't bother remembering, and circumstance had dictated that she be shut out for the three hours it had gone on. She fingered the weight of the spell tome in her hands, and regretted her promise not to curse anybody important to state functions. Oh well. Robin was here; everything was fine.
“Just a bit farther from here,” Robin said, as the sight of his purple coat disappeared at the top of a landing.
“What?” Tharja said, shaken out of her brooding. She reached the top of the staircase, to find herself in a disused attic room. Light from the midday sun shone through dusty windows, filling the room with a golden sheen. The palace was littered with rooms like this, full of junk that was no longer needed but nobody wanted to throw away.
“I said just a bit farther,” Robin repeated. He had walked briskly across the dusty room and was now messing with the latch on a door on the opposite wall. Tharja looked down, and noticed that there was a track of old footprints leading through the dust on the floor. Somebody had been up here recently.
“There we go,” Robin said. He opened the door, and held it open for her. Wondering what he was getting at, she stepped out into the light of noon.
“Oh,” she said gently as she stepped out of the attic. She had gotten used to the inside of the castle, which either because of its stone construction or some contrivance of magic was a great deal cooler than the outside. She had forgotten just how hot it was outside, what without how much time Robin had spent indoors this summer. But on the roof of the palace the sun had full clearance to beat down as richly as it could.
“Do you like it?” Robin said, stepping out after her. He gestured forward, and Tharja dropped her eyes from the blue sky to a blanket placed on the stonework on the other side of the landing, along with a wicker basket.
“I knew you'd be annoyed that I spent so long in that meeting,” Robin said. “So I asked Chrom if we could have a picnic up here. I figured you'd like it today, since you're always complaining that it's too cold here.”
Tharja didn't say anything. She was too busy savoring the sensation of heat crawling across her skin. She had grown up in a desert, and while she didn't miss the extremes of its weather, she was all too often nostalgic for its neutrals, the dry baking warmth of a sandy morning. Here now, on this flagstoned rooftop with the sun directly overhead, she felt right at home.
She handed her spellbook to Robin and walked forward dreamily, working with both hands at the clasp of the cloak around her neck. It fell to the ground, and she stretched out both arms to catch the suns rays, letting the heat touch as much skin as it could.
“I love it,” she said, eyes closed and towards the sky so that her vision filled with orange.
“I thought you would,” Robin said. She heard the slither of him taking off his coat, and the extra warmth of his arm wrapping around her shoulder. “Come on. I bet you're starving.”
She walked, entranced, over to the corner of the rooftop where Robin had laid down the blanket. This section of the roof was small and private, a flat area between the attic storeroom and the arch of another rooftop. Minarets blocked off the view of the castle grounds, she noticed. They were alone. Tharja contentedly clutched Robin's arm. He really did think of everything.
The picnic accommodations were simple- just a blanket laid on the stone roof, with a pair of pillows to sit on. Tharja reluctantly let go of Robin's arm as he crouched down to open the picnic basket.
“I didn't know what you would be hungry for, so I had the them get a bit of everything,” Robin said, rifling through what sounded like pounds of wrapped food. “What do you feel like?”
“I don't know,” Tharja said distantly, sliding the bracelets off her wrists.
“We've got pretty much everything here except bear, and I know you hate that,” Robin said, back still to her.
Tharja didn't reply. She was too busy unfastening things. Her dark mage garb was complex, but so familiar that she could get dressed without thinking. And ever since she had met Robin, she had gotten even more efficient at taking it off. Sometimes she made a show of it for Robin's benefit, but as she watched the muscles visible under his shirt, she felt her own interests were more important.
She laid the small items on the stone quietly, to better savor the expression on Robin's face when he finally turned around. She stepped out of her shoes and onto the blanket, to protect her bare feet from the hot stone roof, and was left standing in only her semitransparent bodysuit. Robin choose this moment to turn around, standing up with a sandwich in each hand.
He froze as he turned. “Oh,” he said distractedly. Tharja grinned at the dumbfounded look on his face- she had very few opportunities to see him caught off guard, and none so enjoyable as this. She placed one hand on her hip to savor the moment as his eyes trailed up and down her body.
“I suppose we're not eating first, then,” he said distractedly.
“No,” Tharja said, stepping forward with her arms outstretched.
She wrapped them around Robin's neck, and pulled him in for a kiss. They stood there for a few moments, tongues twisting around each other as Tharja ran her hands around Robin's neck and shoulders, gently caressing the lean muscles she loved so much. With a wet noise, she withdrew her mouth from his, and started tenderly planting kisses across his neck and faces. He always said the way she would kiss his nose was strange. She didn't care.
“Wait,” Robin said, leaning his head back from Tharja's ministrations.
“Again, no,” Tharja said, leaning forward and kissing him again.
When they surfaced again, Robin shook his head. “No, I mean wait just a second. I need to put down the sandwiches.”
“You have five seconds.”
With enthusiastic dexterity, Robin turned around and put the sandwiches back in the basket. He turned back around with mild difficulty, because Tharja was busy trying to remove his shirt.
They had a tug-of-war struggle standing there, as Tharja tried to pull it over Robin's head, while Robin expressed interest in actually unbuttoning it first. After a highly enjoyable minute of Tharja caressing his toned abdomen, he finally freed himself, and was left standing shirtless in the open air.
Tharja looked around the rooftop as Robin pulled him in for another embrace. “Do you suppose anybody might be able to see us?” she said.
“Not a chance,” Robin said, eliciting a slight 'oh' from Tharja as he rubbed her already hard nipple through the thin fabric of her bodysuit. “Believe it or not, I thought this might happen. No windows, no view from the ground.”
“That's a shame,” Tharja said. She arched her back in so she could get a tighter grip on Robin's increasingly sweaty body. She thrust one of her hands down the back of his, just to make sure everything was still fine down there. It was.
Robin ran his firm hands down her body in sync, keeping his grip just light enough to amplify the sensation of her bodysuit's cloth rubbing against her skin. She shivered as one hand made a trickling path down her lower back, breathed in sharply as the other rippled up her thigh, and moaned when it met at her dripping crevice. The stimulation of his hand working at her pussy, one finger teasing circles around her clitoris while the other probed inwards, all sending out ripples of sensation as the fabric flowed beneath his touch, was too much for her too bear. She hissed, with her eyes closed and toward the blazing sky.
They released their embrace, to complete the now inevitable task of undressing. Tharja's part was simple- a few twists in the back and the whole suit just shrugged off- which gave her plenty of time to appreciate the sight of Robin taking off his pants. She smiled broadly as he removed his underclothes, watching appreciatively as his mostly-erect member sprang into view. Such a beloved part of both their lives deserved to be acknowledged.
Her smile faded slightly after she managed to drag her eyes off of him. She had been so taken in by immediate temptation that she hadn't actually considered future prospects. The rooftop was made of bare stone, uncomfortably hard and undoubtedly searing hot in the summer heat. The blanket protected them from the heat, but she doubted it would cushion things very much.
“Are those the only two pillows you brought?” she said, looking around. Even distracted, she couldn't help from savoring the sensation of the sun on her bare skin.
“Afraid so,” Robin said, carefully folding his trousers. He took a step forward. “But it so happens that I thought of this too.”
Tharja had a sarcastic remark ready, but it fell out of her mouth with a gasp when Robin reached out and picked her up bodily, holding each thigh in his arms so that her entrance was poised above his cock.
She just grinned again, and carefully wrapped her legs around his waist, and her arms across his shoulders again. With trembling fingertips skirting across his skin, she could feel all the muscles in his body working as he held her aloft with apparent ease.
“Well?” she said, looking him deep in the eyes. “Are you going to wait for me to say no?”
With some delicate maneuvering, Robin dropped her onto his rigid member, eliciting a moan from both. Slowly and carefully, he drove his arms and hips into rhythm, bouncing Tharja up and down his shaft with increasing intensity.
Tharja's usual crop of gasps and screams came out of her mouth as she took in his length again and again. But as Robin got up to speed, and began pounding into her with furious intensity, she began vocalizing a bit differently.
It had happened the first time they ever had sex. It still happened occasionally, when she was in an especially good mood. And right now, with the enveloping heat of the outside air surrounding her, and the man she loved holding her skyward as he pleasured her madly, she couldn't even try and stop herself from laughing.
It never rose above a giggle, but it was intense and constant, her mind's way of processing an intense overflow of joy and satisfaction. Robin didn't stop, he just smiled back and kissed her passionately as he continued to thrust. She felt her delight echoing through both of them as their lips connected.
Under these circumstances, it wasn't a question of when she would orgasm, but when she would let herself. There was too much here that she wanted to savor; she didn't want to spoil it by cumming immediately, as she felt she might. But as her arms and legs began to ache with the effort of staying in position, she began to lose control. With a scream that went straight down Robin's throat, she felt her insides finally tighten and writhe outside of her control.
Robin slowed, and stopped. Tharja collapsed onto his shoulder, shuddering with aftershocks and intermittent laughter. She breathed heavily, feeling her chest rise and fall on his.
“Enjoy yourself?” Robin said.
Tharja just giggled again. After a few more minutes, still held aloft, she realized something
She leaned back, so she could see him face to face. “Keep going,” she said.
“You sure?” Robin said.
“You're still hard. Keep going,” Tharja said. She could feel his cock, still rock-hard inside of her, and knew that this day would only be complete when she felt his cum dripping out of her.
Robin smiled. “If you insist.”
He built himself up to speed even faster this time, plunging so deep into Tharja that she could feel herself rattling with each thrust. Before long she could only hang on limply, staring into the side of Robin's head as she tried to process every feeling at once. The only part of her body that she could still control was her legs, which wrapped so tight around Robin's waist that they might have left marks.
“Tharja,” Robin grunted after a while, and after another orgasm that passed Tharja's lips with a hoarse moan. “Tharja, I'm cumming.”
“Uhglm,” said Tharja affirmatively. She had passed the point of caring about words.
Interpreting her gurgle correctly, Robin's slowed his thrusts, and groaned. Tharja felt her insides filling as Robin pushed inwards once, twice, thrice, and four times, breathing heavily. Tharja unwrapped her legs from him, and he gingerly placed her back on her feet. He withdrew from her with a shower of fluid.
Robin opened his mouth to speak, but was muffled by Tharja planting one last kiss on him. When she pulled away, all she could see was the broad, idiot smile on his face. She wrapped his arms around him, and he stroked her hair in the sunshine.
“I'm exhausted,” he said.
“Uh huh,” Tharja said.
Finally, they laid down on the picnic blanket, resting their heads on the two pillows. Tharja drew Robin's coat over herself as a blanket, savoring the extra warmth. It was much more comfortable than she had anticipated, but she was certainly glad that Robin had assumed otherwise.
She looked over at Robin, lying on his side facing away from her as he rifled through the neglected basket, and resisted the urge to cling to his back. She was, she realized vaguely, actually quite hungry.
She had to put both hands over her mouth to keep from laughing again.
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