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Bred For Victory	By : DemenWorks Category: +A through F > Fire Emblem (all) > Fire Emblem (all) Views: 13189 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Round 1 - Cherche (Robin’s Victory)
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The woman featured in each chapter are decided at random, so there’s no manipulation.
Who wins and gets to be with her is decided by YOU.
This time, with 130 Votes to 57, Robin won Cherche’s favour.
***
Chrom saw her for some time before she saw him. Leaning against a post, almost hidden from sight, watching her long hair swish back and forth as she made her way through the camp, apparently completing some set of chores or another, he found himself unable to help but admire the incredible way her uniform showed off the delicious, round contours of her waist, let alone the subtle bounce of her round ass.
He swallowed, forcing himself calm and feeling almost ashamed of himself.
It felt ridiculous! And inappropriate, he’d never imagined, looking at his comrades in such a lascivious way! But… But, Sumia had been insistent last night, that she was serious, that -for the sake of the future- she was perfectly happy for him to take other women to bed. And he’d made up his resolve to do so, he wouldn’t leave this to Robin. Rather, he couldn’t! He wouldn’t back down about this, for the sake of the future and for the sake of his dream -a camp filled with children just like Lucina or Cynthia- he would do what it took. If that meant he had to… to have sex with all the female Shepherds himself, then so be it. As Frederick had said, it wasn’t being selfish, it was the best for everyone.
Even now, he felt overwhelmed just thinking about it. In truth, after talking it through with Sumia, he’d been almost too nervous to even sleep last night, she’d gone to bed and he’d wound up walking laps around the camp until he was finally fatigued enough to calm down.
And now, here he was. Gods. He hadn’t been this wound up since all those years back when he’d been fumbling through courting his wife!
But, Chrom was a man of action. He knew well enough that nothing would happen if he didn’t take charge. Sucking in a breath and gathering his resolve, he stepped forwards! This was it! The first step in his new mission! A contest he knew would change his fate drastically!
“C-Cherche! Hello, I ah, hi there!”
“Oh! Good morning Chrom,” she greeted him cheerily, inclining her head with a warm smile at his approach, “Is something the matter?”
“No, well, nothing in particular. I just, well I saw you going this way and I thought I’d come say hi.”
“Ah, I’m sorry, but I don’t have much time to talk right now,” she answered, bowing apologetically towards him before indicating the laundry basket she was holding at her waist, “I’m actually on my way to see Robin right now, I want to get these to him before he’s finished his morning reports. Naga knows if I don’t, he’s liable to just throw on any old shirt for his meetings today. Tch, for such an important man, I do ofttimes worry about his sense of decorum.”
Normally Chrom would have sided with his other half in this matter, he wasn’t much better in that regard himself. Usually it was Sumia who wound up badgering him to make sure he was more dressed up to his part for any meeting he attended, and if not, then Frederick was on his case.
But right now, hearing Cherche talk about visiting Robin -going to his tent alone- a spike of competitive panic jolted through the Exalt.
“Ah! Er, actually. I think you should perhaps be careful of Robin at the moment. Rather, it may be best to just stay away from him for a time.”
Stopping in place, the Wyvern-Rider’s face filled with worry, “Oh, don’t tell me he’s sick? But he looked just fine yesterday, has he been pushing himself too hard again?”
“Ah, no, no! Nothing like that, he’s fine, it’s, er…” Chrom dithered, he’d jumped into this conversation feet first and now he was quickly regretting not having thought things through more. Royalty or not, he’d never been any good at lying, “He’s just… in a really strange mood.”
Turning fully towards him, Cherche arched an eyebrow at that claim, “A strange mood?”
“Y-Yeah, well, you know how he is! Always a lot on his mind, I can’t even keep up half the time. Anyway, it’s probably best to just… leave him be for a few days.”
By now the soft expression had completely fallen from the Valmese woman, drawing herself up to her full height, she pinned her leader in place with a stony look, “I am certain, I have no need to remind you, of all people, that Robin is our comrade. He’s a man we all owe our lives to, countless times over, and someone I personally consider a truly dear friend. If you tell me I should be avoiding him, I shall need a far better reason than that! And, if there truly is something concerning him, rather than keep my distance, I would help him, however I can.”
“Ah…”
Realising belatedly that his ill-thought excuse had accidently offended the woman he’d intended to approach, Chrom found himself struggling to reply, withering under her strict glare. Distantly, he found himself experiencing something of a kinship with Virion, knowing their archer must be all too familiar with this particular feeling. Robin had written once that Cherche was the scariest in their army when angry, in this moment, he could perfectly understand that.
A moment passed and, seeing that no further argument was forthcoming, Cherche gave a stiff huff, before turning on her heel and striding past him, offering only the barest goodbye as she went.
Left standing awkwardly in place, it wasn’t until a minute later, when she was completely out of sight, that he finally unwound. Sagging heavily against a nearby wall, he ran a hand through his hair, breathing out a mortified sigh as his entire body thrummed in embarrassment.
“…Whoops.”
That had not gone as he had hoped.
Perhaps Cherche had been a poor starting point, they’d always gotten on well enough, but he hadn’t spent enough time with her to call them particularly close. Perhaps acting on the spur of the moment when she’d caught his eye had been a poor decision, he knew the value of proper planning, but he’d felt wrong trying to make strategies for something like this. And, perhaps trying to diver her from Robin had been a mistake, even if his Tactician and him were working with competing visions here, they were still best friends, he was aware how strange it must have seemed for him to act so dismissively towards his closest companion.
Whatever the case, it was too late now. He’d completely messed up, and he was feeling far too self-conscious to try anything more.
“Urgh…”
Pushing off the wall, he turned on his feet, heading this time towards the training grounds. After a showing like that, he needed to let off some steam, and he was sure Frederick would be beside himself with joy to hear Chrom wanted to join the morning drills.
Still, he consoled himself weakly. It wasn’t as if it was the end of the world. Regardless of his moment of panic, there was no reason to believe Robin would have any designs on Cherche, and even if he did, courting a woman like her could take months. When he’d worked through his embarrassment, he could find her later today, apologise for how he’d acted, and try again!
And… maybe he’d make more of a plan this time…
***
Robin’s mind was awhirl.
Sitting in his usual place behind his usual desk doing his usual paperwork, his body went through the same rote motions as always, signing off supply requests, validating formations, writing training schedules- plans, drafts and theories all filled page after page without mistakes, just as methodically as ever.
And yet, his thoughts were somewhere else entirely. How could they not be? Refreshed from the night’s sleep, and no longer numbed from the shock, he could think clearly and his mind was racing even faster than his pen as he considered and re-considered yesterday’s discussion.
It was embarrassing just thinking about approaching any of his female comrades with this kind of intent… he couldn’t even begin to picture himself trying to seduce his friends! The very idea of it was mortifying. But. But, he reminded himself, for the hundredth time. They’d requested this of him, and he’d already resolved to do it.
Whether it was difficult, or embarrassing or anything else, he’d made up his mind last night to see this done and the dawn of the new day had done nothing to change his mind. If this was an edge that could help them, and if his allies wanted this, then he could do everything he could, he would strengthen their future children as much as possible, bringing them all to the same level as Morgan.
And so, as hard as it still was for him to imagine how he would go about doing any of this, he knew his path was set. Which meant he couldn’t let himself hesitate, delaying would only make things worse, never mind how uneasy it would make the women who’d approached them. Robin didn’t underestimate how difficult it must have been for them to suggest what they had, to then leave them waiting around while he dithered would be an insult.
‘So, then?’ he breathed deep, a tremble running momentarily through his hands, nervousness and excitement both swirling within him in equal measure, ‘Who?’
Miriel was an obvious choice, given the clear eagerness she’d displayed through the meeting. She was a woman of science, and her excitement in this discovery seemed on par with anything he’d ever seen from her in the past. But, Robin agued back with himself just as soon as that thought rose, he knew that there was no way he would be comfortable enough with a situation like this to handle her just yet. He was no soothsayer, but it wasn’t hard to predict what would happen- all her talk of experiments, testing, theories and anything else would absolutely destroy any mood he tried to create and he’d be left feeling completely awkward and likely, very silly.
Regardless of her demeanour, she was a very attractive woman, Robin had no doubts he’d be able to perform… but, being brutally honest with himself, when he imagined it as realistically as he could, he didn’t think he’d be able to make her happy. He’d be uncomfortable, and she’d be just her usual self, more interested in the outcome than act itself. No matter how he imagined it, he could only see it becoming a clinical, impersonal affair.
And maybe that should have been enough, as a man, it did certainly seem silly to quibble about the details when given a chance to have sex with a beautiful, eager woman.
But, to Robin, that wasn’t good enough.
None of the work he’d done as the Shepherds Tactician had involved half-measures. He’d always pushed himself to the absolute limit to find the best strategies, to keep his friends safe, and to keep everyone alive. They had no acceptable losses and they accepted no compromises. He wasn’t about to begin now.
These women were offering to share their deepest intimacy with him and however strange he found the idea, he knew it must be a hundred-fold for them. He wouldn’t accept simply “doing the deed”, or “sowing his wild oats” as Frederick had said. He loved them, all of them, he truly did. And he wanted to make sure when they looked back on this, it would be one of the happiest memories of their lives.
“Maybe I’m getting arrogant.” He laughed aloud. It was an incredibly lofty goal, but then, that was hardly unusual for a man who’d been regularly tasked with defeating armies thrice his size.
Miriel would have to wait, he concluded. Until he had more experience, and more confidence in himself- until he knew for sure that he would be able to make her forget her facts and figures, and make her moan with delight instead.
‘So, then’ the question repeated, ‘Who?’
Tiki?
Robin couldn’t help but grin sheepishly the moment images of the busty Manakete rose in his mind. Ever since she’d joined the Shepherds, he’d often spent time with Tiki, she’d traded stories with him about the Hero-King and his armies, and he’d told her about Ylisse, and all the things that’d passed while she’d been sleeping. In the depths of his most private thoughts, Robin liked to believe that the legendary Divine Dragon was rather favourable towards him. She did always seem to look forward to his company, and she’d specifically said that his aura was just like the Hero-Kings… she’d even taken to giving him the same nickname for a while. And, he wondered as his cheeks grew a little hotter… hadn’t she seemed almost affectionate towards him last night?
“Urgh. No, no, no. Be serious!”
He shook that thought away instantly, scolding himself for letting a silly fantasy get the better of him. Tiki was a living icon, a Dragon who’d been alive for three thousand years, he’d seen many times in their conversations just how much the losses she’d experienced had hurt her, she wouldn’t get attached to him just from a few conversations in her tent.
And anyway, he added mentally, if she really was to have a child… Then surely, she’d be far more inclined to seek out Chrom, an Exalt and descendant of her beloved Marth? That made a lot more sense than her having some desire to bed a commoner like him.
In truth, even despite the interest she’d shown, Robin knew he didn’t have the guts to try proposition the Voice of Naga for sex.
“Haaah…”
Pushing those thoughts aside with a rather conflicted sigh, the Tactician suddenly realised that there was a choice even more obvious than Miriel- a woman who he knew would be eager to open her bed to him, and who he knew for sure he could make happy.
Tharja.
He winced, feeling a familiar guilty weight settling into his stomach as he pictured the beautiful Plegian Sorceress. There was no denying it, it was long past time he faced her. The fact that he knew the most likely reason she’d never brought up their night together was because she hadn’t been able to bear the thought of being rejected afterwards only made his guilt worsen. She didn’t deserve to be led on, he owed her more than that. The last few weeks, with all the work he’d had to do, and without being able to figure out what he wanted to say to her, he’d been able to justify putting the matter off. But now, especially after she’d openly agreed to accept him sleeping with other women, he needed to speak to her properly.
Although, he wondered idly, putting all that aside… He wasn’t actually sure just why she was even part of this agreement. Considering that the changes Noire had undergone were acting as their proof of concept, wasn’t her role effectively finished?
He paused. His hands stopping for the first time in more than an hour.
They’d already slept together and Noire’s fate had been changed. To solidify it more than that, didn’t that mean… he was supposed to put a baby in her? Had the other women gotten together and agreed her should knock up Tharja?
“Ah.”
Despite the way he could feel his face heat up at the thought, Robin suddenly realised the idea was far more appealing than he’d expected!
In the past, it would have been a daunting idea, fraught with an endless stream of worries. But now, after tacitly agreeing to sleep with any willing female Shepherd, after resolving himself to impregnating as many as he could manage, he’d left such concerns behind, and all that was left was excitement!
His night with Tharja had been wonderful, memories of her twisting in his arms, of her soft body pressed against him, her enraptured moans echoing through the room and her virgin pussy coiled tight around his shaft had replayed many, many times in his solitary nights the past few weeks. The thought of repeating it left his body running hot, and the twisting, debauched thought of going even further, leaving the contraceptive spells aside and claiming her completely as his… The image of Tharja smiling at him, holding his arm as she walked through the camp, heavy with his child, left Robin’s cock straining rock hard against his pants.
‘Naga…’
He was smart enough to understand there was a lot more to consider than just that. But all of a sudden, his rationality was fraying and he found himself wondering if any of the other concerns really mattered, maybe he really should ju-
“Hello! Robin? Good morning!”
And then, just as the Tactician’s tension was rising to a peak, it suddenly crashed down around his ears, so fast his head spun.
“Ah-huwha!? Cherche?”
Practically jolted back to reality as the pink-haired Rosanne woman ducked into his tent, offering him a warm smile and holding a familiar basket of laundry, Robin found himself sitting at his desk, stiff as a board, with his heart hammering in his chest and his mind struggling to keep up.
“Such a reaction!” she laughed, her soft, plump lips widening into a grin that made Robin’s heart jump, “I am sorry, did I disrupt your concentration?”
Shaking his head clear, Robin quickly forced himself back under control. It wasn’t an unexpected visit; for a few months now, she’d been coming to his tent every other morning to take care of his laundry. Originally she’d only done it after he’d been left incapacitated by a falling tree in the rampage from her wyvern’s aborted courtship attempt, but she’d insisted on continuing even after he’d healed and, when it came to domestic matters, Cherche was a hard woman to say no to. If nothing else, he couldn’t deny that he’d been dressing a lot better, there was something to be said about having properly ironed clothes.
“No, no, it’s fine,” he answered, waving off her teasing as she turned to unload the washing, “I was just so lost in thought, I wound up losing track of the time.”
“Isn’t that just like you? You know, we worry about that with you sometimes Robin. Your hard work is commendable, invaluably even, none of us would make light of your tactics. But you spend so much time cooped up in here, with your books and notes, you need to make sure you take in the world before your eyes too.”
“Right.”
Unfortunately for the Tactician, with the way Cherche was currently bent over, piling clothes into the trunk beside his bedroll, taking in the world before his eyes was about all he could manage right now. Her thigh-high boots did an incredible job of outlining her long, limber legs, particularly the creamy white skin visible through the slits in the leggings, and with her position pulling her uniform securely against her, it did (to his mind mind) a perfect job of framing the generous curves of her tight round ass as her wide hips swung, unknowingly, back and forth before his eyes.
Robin swallowed.
Of course, he knew Cherche was beautiful, he wasn’t blind. But he realised this was the first time he’d ever fully appreciated just how stunning she was, and just how attracted to her he was. At almost 24, she was among the oldest of the human Shepherds and while he knew that thought weighed heavily in the back of her mind sometimes, it also imbued her with an aura of maturity and charm that he’d rarely seen elsewhere.
Perhaps because of that, and because of how much he respected her, until this moment, whenever he’d found himself regarding her beauty, he’d always instinctively scolded himself for the thought, thinking it was inappropriate to view one of his comrades like that.
But now, Robin drank deep of the sight before him. After the discussion last night, and the way his mind had been going all morning, he couldn’t help it. Right now, rather than looking at her just as a comrade or a friend, he truly appreciated her as a woman. His eyes travelled up and down the full length of her legs, his gaze marvelled at the soft, plushness of her ass, and within moments, the sight of her waist and hips, bent over before him, was etched thoroughly into his memories. His hands clenched into fists and his body ran red hot- any attempt at calming his arousal was long lost, and once again his cock was straining hungrily at the confines of his pants.
It was over all too soon.
Not even a minute later, the last of his clothes was stored safely back in his trunk and Robin was forced to quickly avert his eyes, leaning right over his desk onto his hand as a way to hide the flush that was surely visible on his face.
‘Gods,’ he shuddered, silently releasing the breath he hadn’t even realised he was holding as he made a show of looking through his notes, turning the pages without even seeing them, ‘This situation’s really done a number on me, hasn’t it?’
It wasn’t as if he was going to act simply based off his arousal, or as if that was even close to all he felt towards her, a years’ worth of genuine affection was far more powerful. But it shocked him just how strong the effect she had on him was. After so long thinking of himself only as the Shepherds Tactician, of ignoring Tharja’s advances and telling himself he had no time for romance, it was as if the floodgates had been opened! Meeting Morgan had been the first chip in that shell, then the night with the Sorceress had weakened it even more, but now, Robin could only accept his honest desire.
‘Ah!’
And, of a sudden, as if the pieces of a great puzzle had just clicked into place, Robin finally understood.
He did desire Cherche. And not just her, all the female Shepherds surrounding him.
He cared deeply for him, he loved them, they meant more to him than anything else. And, he realised that with desire came greed. Examining himself and his motivations again, he knew he truly did believe in his reasons for entering into this insane contest with Chrom, every rational and logical part of his brain told him that the closer he could bring the other future children towards Morgan, the stronger their army would be. But that wasn’t the whole of it. Of course not, he wasn’t so callous as to agree to something like this for such impersonal reasons. He was a man, and he’d been asked to sleep with, to breed, some of the strongest, most beautiful, most incredible women he’d ever met! Of course, he wanted that! It was ridiculous to pretend otherwise! That was why he’d reacted so strongly to Chrom’s plan to fill their camp with children akin to Lucina; because his plan was better and because he wanted to be the one to do it.
‘I really have become arrogant!’
He felt like laughing, a rush of tension that’d been twisted around inside him was suddenly released and, for the first time since the meeting, Robin finally relaxed.
No doubt Chrom felt exactly the same. Although, no doubt their Exalt had been able to do without a good deal of unnecessary self-reflection, there was something to be said of the man’s straightforward nature.
They each had their own vision, and they each had their own desire, neither of them would back down. They were in competition- an insane indecent contest.
But that was fine. Robin liked that a lot more than he liked the idea of going along with this just for the sake of some plan, just for the sake of improving their armies. So long as he was honest with everyone he dealt with, so long as the women desired him in return, and so long as his love was always greater than his greed.
Finally, his thoughts returned to their usual sharpness, and he felt back to his usual self once again.
“Hmmm.”
“Whuh-Buh!?”
Right before he was, once again, jolted back to reality by Cherche’s presence. Jumping in his seat, Robin saw that the Wyvern Rider had already finished collecting the dirty clothes he’d left out, and was no leaning directly over his desk, staring intently at him.
“Eh? Cherche?”
It took a surprising amount of willpower to keep his eyes focussed on her face, rather than travelling down her neckline to the modest cleavage below. But still, he persevered.
“When I first came in, I thought you looked a little out of sorts,” she explained, “I was just thinking that I was mistaken, that you looked back to your normal self… but that’s twice now you’ve been lost in thoughts.”
“Sorry, I wasn’t meaning to ignore you.”
Her expression softened, “Robin, that’s not what I was worried about,” she paused a moment, as if wondering whether or not to broach a potentially difficult subject, “Did you have a fight with Chrom?”
“What? No, nothing like that. Why?”
“I saw him this morning, before I came here. He said I should stay away from you for a while, that you were in a strange mood.”
“Ah,” thinking back to his thought process this entire morning and the way he’d been looking at her, he could hardly deny that, “Actually, you know, he might be right about that.”
She frowned, “Then I’ll say the same thing to you I said to him. Robin, if something’s bothering you, I want to help you. However I can.”
“Cherche…”
“Please, Robin. It’s strange to see you distracted like this, there’s obviously something important weighing on your mind. You do so much for all of us, is there nothing I can do for you?”
Looking at her, he gave a sigh, but he couldn’t help but smile. When it came to domestic matters, Cherche was a hard woman to say no to.
“Actually… Do you have some time? Can we talk?”
“Of course, always.”
***
He told her about the meeting. About Tharja and Noire. About Miriel’s hypothesis for changing the fate of the future children. About the suggestion, and request of the other women. He told her everything.
And so, a half hour of shock, confusion and bewilderment later, Cherche slumped heavily back in her seat, holding a hand against her head as she tried to wrap her mind around the enormity of what she’d just been told.
“I… can see now why you were so distracted,” she breathed, “You must have had a lot on your mind. That is… certainly some tale.”
“I hope you’ll believe that I would never lie about something like this.”
“No, rather, even more than that, I believe someone as smart as you would think up something far more believable.”
She shook her head, the soft pink hair bouncing back and forth before his eyes.
“It’s ridiculous… But, there’s no denying Noire’s growth… if that, if that really was the reason for it. Then… Robin, it’s really true? The others, they really… agreed to something like that? They truly… a-asked you to, to father their children?”
There wasn’t much Robin could say, all he could do was try speak as sincerely as he could, “Me and Chrom, yeah. I don’t believe it needs to go that far but… But, it’s for the sake of protecting their children, giving them more strength to keep them safe.”
There was a long silence before Cherche spoke once more, this time the light had returned to her eyes and she straightened her posture, facing him directly again, “Then, as a mother of one of the future-children, why was I not informed of any of this?”
“I don’t know. Maybe because we don’t know for sure if it’ll even work yet. Or, probably, for the sake of keeping things discreet. I don’t imagine any of the women involved would like rumours about this getting out around the camp.”
There was only so long something like this could be kept quiet, but even so, that would mean additional time to manage it. Considering that a good number of the female Shepherds were royalty, nobles or important figures, he could only imagine how much trouble could be caused if there were any stories spreading about them engaging in some sort of sexual impropriety. Never-mind the thought of the greater Ylissean army coming across any kind of misunderstanding and believing that it’s elite-fighting force was trading sex for power.
Cherche nodded, taking his meaning without further elaboration.
In time, they would have to say something to the other men of the camp, but for now, -whoever had convinced Miriel to keep this discovery of hers a secret-, for the sake of the army cohesion, Robin owed them his thanks.
“Then,” she considered him again, holding him with a steady gaze, “Why did you tell me?”
“Because I trust you,” he answered simply, clenching his fists atop his knees drawing on all the experience he’d accumulated through so many life and death struggles to gather the courage to face her as he spoke the truth, “I’m a million miles out of my depth here, but I trust you more than almost any of the other Shepherds. You’re smart, you’re mature, and I know you’re a reliable ally I can count on to give me your honest advice.”
Her neutral expression broke into an embarrassed smile and her cheeks burned red at the blunt praise, “O-Oh, well thank you, Robin.”
“And also, because you’re beautiful. I’ve always thought that, but I’ve been unable to get it off my mind all morning. I respect you deeply, and that only leaves me even more captivated by you… Cherche, I want you to have my child.”
A long, shocked silence rang through the air at that statement. And, with his cards flat on the table, all he could do was await her response.
Cherche’s mouth fell open. Then was pulled closed, her lips forming a tight seal.
Her face blazed vermillion. Then slowly cooled to an icy pale.
One heartbeat passed between them, then turned into two, then three… and then, as if struck, she suddenly jolted to her feet, standing stiffly from her chair. Her back was as straight as a ruler and, despite the clear shock at his response, her expression was as composed as any he’d seen from her, with the same neutral smile as always painted across her lips. Most wouldn’t have noticed it, but by now, Robin knew her well enough to see the myriad emotions running through her eyes as clearly as he recognised the tremor in her hands as she held them together over her waist.
“Robin, let’s take a walk.”
“Er, wait, Cherche, I-”
“Please. Indulge me.”
Spinning on her heel, she walked without looking back, marching directly out of the Tactician’s tent and leaving him in place standing, half-raised from his own seat.
‘Erk…’ he winced, ‘Maybe… I went too far.’
Cherche was a proud and noble lady, a lot more so than many of the people he’d met who actually were nobles. He’d intended to be honest with her, but he knew he shouldn’t be surprised that someone like her would take offense at being propositioned so boorishly.
***
It didn’t take Robin much effort to guess just where this walk of theirs was heading when Cherche led him from his tent and turned directly towards the Shepherd’s mounts were being housed.
‘She’s… she’s not going to feed me to her Wyvern, is she?’
She had fire inside her like frozen ice, and the Tactician was momentarily reminded why his notes in the Shepherd’s roster had referred to her as their most terrifying member when angry.
‘No, no, she wouldn’t. She just wants to prove her point. Something like, “Now Robin, it’s important you don’t take bad jokes too far. If you say something like that again, I might just have to let Minervykins eat you.” Er… Probably…’
He shivered, but followed all the same. Partially because he felt he at least owed her enough to face her anger and apologise… but mostly because he doubted his prospects would improve if he did try flee.
As it turned out though, Cherche neither scolded him, nor fed him to her Wyvern.
Instead, after taking a few moments to ensure that Minerva was as comfortable and content as when she’d last seen her (as well as to brush a few new lines of dirt off the monster’s flanks, with a small sigh of motherly exasperation) she expertly pulled herself up into her usual seated position at the base of the Wyvern’s neck, before turning around to offer a hand back to him, urging him on in place behind her.
“Ah…”
“That’s no good, here, hold on tight. I won’t see you fall off mid-flight.”
Robin had ridden with her several times before but only in combat and this time, as he shuffled closer, wrapping his arms around the Valmese woman’s waist, his mind was clear with such crystalline clarity that his heart was left racing with far more than fear. Without the adrenaline of battle, or the weight of his tactics to distract him, the entirety of his focus was drawn into the sensation of being pressed up against the gorgeous Wyvern Rider. As she pulled him in closer around her and shuffled back into position against him, he could feel the wonderfully soft, pliable pressure of her ass squishing slightly into him. When she laid his hands around her waist, he could feel every inch of the lightly toned musculature of her abdomen almost as much as the supple femininity of her body- even though her clothes, his hands sank lightly into her skin, and even despite her uniform, he could easily feel the generous curves of her round hips. Wrapped up around her, with her head on his chest, her pleasant vanilla scent filled his nose and made his thoughts waft.
With nothing to concentrate on except for her, after what felt like a whole morning of appreciating her, Cherche felt wonderfully soft, light and womanly in his arms.
At some point they took off. Some time after that they landed and he found himself led down into a small grassy clearing some way into the forest surrounding their camp. Everything between those two points was a blur.
Having never been a very comfortable flyer as well as being dizzy from an entire flight’s worth of effort spent towards keeping his raging erection from pressing into Cherche’s back (which would surely have made everything even worse), Robin wandered around the glade on slightly shaking legs, finally making his way over to the edge of the clearing and leaned against a nearby tree, watching as the Valmese maid addressed her mount.
“Now, now, don’t complain Minera. I spent all that time helping you, now it’s my turn. So, give us some time, okay? Oh, don’t pout, you know I’ll always- there, that’s better.”
Having only caught the tail end of whatever they were talking about, Robin watched in surprise as the massive Wyvern beat its wings against the ground before taking off, disappearing into the sky. While he’d grown somewhat close towards Minerva during all his time spent with Cherche, given the fears that had been running through his head, he wasn’t exactly sad to see her go. Although, it did leave him wondering just how they were going to get back.
“There,” Cherche clicked her tongue, spinning in place and striding over towards him, pinning him in place with an incredible look. The neutral smile he was so accustomed with slowly melted, not into the warm, caring look he usually saw in their private moments, but in a downright predatory grin, “That’s better.”
Her march was purposeful and unhurried, leaving Robin plenty of time to admire the way her round hips swung hypnotically from side to side, as well as the slight bounce in her modest chest he’d never allowed himself to appreciate before.
“Now, Robin, forgive me if I do something wrong. I have no practice with this.”
“Abuh!?”
All the tension, lust and desire he’d been filled with this morning worked against him once more, leaving him utterly captivated by the sight. And he had just enough time to gasp before she was upon him, her arms snapping out and tugging him, not unkindly, from the tree, directly into her arms…
“Mmm, ahhhm.”
“AHMMmmph!?”
…And, directly into her embrace. Sliding her arms around his neck, Cherche closed her eyes and dipped her head upwards, pushing her lips against his own, sealing his surprise in an eager, if clumsy, kiss.
When caught completely off guard, the only thing a man can rely on is the power of his training and instincts. And luckily, after an entire morning spent wrapped in fantasies, Robin’s instincts were perfectly ready for this. His right hand wrapped around her lower back, and his left around her shoulders, letting him pull her closer towards him, deepening their embrace as he opened his lips against her prompting.
She moaned softly into his mouth -partly in surprise, and partly in desire- and the kiss grew in intensity, faster, harder, more passionate. Her tongue pushed tentatively into his mouth, and he met it with his own, guiding her movements with his somewhat greater experience and gently teaching her the first steps in the dance of lovers.
Her hands clung tighter to his shoulders and she pressed her body tighter into him, letting the soft weight of her breasts push against his chest and the alluring curves of her waist grind against his own.
There was absolutely no possibility of Robin hiding his erection anymore, but, rather than recoiling from it, the typically stoic Wyvern Rider revelled in the sensation. Gasping for breaths between kisses, her originally innocent moans grew hotter and hungrier as their embrace grew bolder and bolder- as she began feeling the full, thick weight of his shaft pulsing wantonly all the way up to her stomach.
His right hand slid down, caressing the hot, bare skin of her lower back before reaching to cup the supple, pillowy flesh of her tight, round ass. However, before he could make a move, Cherche acted first- breaking their kiss with a clear look of reluctance, she slid herself backwards, pulling him along with her, and with a turn of her hips, easing him to the ground.
“Ah!”
Almost as soon as he’d realised what was happening, Robin found himself flat on his back, completely ignoring the beautiful, sunlit canopy above him to instead take in the far more beautiful sight of the pinkette Rosanne woman, straddling his waist. Staring down at him with racing breath, her face was flushed a vibrant red, and her lips turned up into a bright smile. She was the very picture of eager nervousness, embarrassed enough to be shy, but excited enough to be breathless with anticipation. Her hips slid clumsily back and forth atop his, and her hands played with his coat, pulling it open before laying flat over his shirt and any trace of what he’d previously taken as anger had long since dissipated.
“Gods, Cherche!” Robin breathed, falling naturally back into their usual light-hearted rapport as his heart thumped in his chest, his cock pulsed with delight and his mind raced to catch up, “HHa, I half wondered if you were bringing me here to castrate!”
“Heavens no,” she giggled, leaning forwards and pushing her hips back over his, letting the thick girth of his cock run directly against the thin fabric covering her pussy, turning her soft laughter into a low gasp, “I-I’ve got much better plans for this.”
Her fingers clung to the fabric of his shirt and, pursing her lips, she dipped her head forwards once more. But then, just as he thought she was about to lower herself into his embrace once more, she caught herself, pulling back up and pausing for a second atop him. There was no possibility either of them could cool the desires raging inside them right now, neither the eager smile on her lips, nor the fire in her eyes changed at all, but even so, she schooled herself, gazing sincerely down at him.
“I… I have always been very fond of you, Robin,” she whispered, her body trembling lightly as she finally gave voice to what she’d always left unsaid, “I wanted to tell you, before… hha, before we go, go any further. I’ve had a soft spot for you, for a very long time. When, when you said you’d help find a mate for Minerva, the reason she was so pleased wasn’t because she thought you’d be a good matchmaker, bu-but because she knew it would make me happy. The man who always does so much for everyone around him, who dedicates his very life to protecting this army, was working with me, just to help take care of my dearest Minervykins, despite not even knowing anything about Wyverns… I thought, being together with you so often, we might also…”
“Ah,” while he hardly considered himself very skilled with women, Robin wasn’t so boorish as to need something like that spelled out any further, “Cherche, I’m sorry, I never knew. I would have sa-”
“When she went on a rampage, and you got caught up in it… When you got hurt from our foolishness…”
His heart clenched in his chest, and a painful ache welled up in his stomach.
She’d felt so guilty, seeing him get badly hurt from something that’d been a favour to her, something that’d taken him away from his regular duties, that she’d never been able to make a move.
All this time, she’d swallowed her feelings and tended to him as just a friend.
There was too much to unpack in just this moment, but even so, Robin knew clearly what his answer was, what the only answer he could ever give was. Reaching up, he brushed his fingers across her face, wrapping her hands around her shoulders and pulling her gently down towards him.
“Then, let’s make up for lost time.”
“Yes! Lets!”
Her voice shook in answer, but there was no hesitation in her lips as she crashed them back against his, meeting in an embrace once more.
This time, Robin took the initiative, teasing his fingers down her nape, he gently cupped her breasts in his hands, letting her moderate bust fill his palms -just barely to overflowing- for a moment, before lightly kneading them through her clothes. Breaking their kiss, Cherche’s head arched into the air and she gave a sharp gasp, one that turned into a yelp when he squeezed a little more forcefully, pushing his thumbs against her rock-hard nipples.
Crying out his name, she threw her head from side to side, trembling at the newfound pleasure.
Bracing herself against his chest and rolling her hips instinctively back and forth over the length of his cock, Cherche lost herself entirely into the Tactician’s ministrations for several minutes, gasping and moaning, louder and hotter, as he continued rolling his fingers across her increasingly sensitive breasts. Having always been too proud and too respectable to ever properly experiment with her own body, the sensations currently sparking through her were entirely novel, and with each time he kneaded her mounds, squeezed them together, or rolled his thumbs over her nipples, she felt another spear of bliss surging from her core up along her spine.
Despite his own aching desire, the Tactician remained unhurried, slowly and deliberately he continued teasing her breasts to the best of his ability. Almost without any sense of urgency at all, he kept her moaning, and shaking in his hands.
“Nnng, ah, Robin… wai-hhhaa-wait…”
Until, finally, Cherche began to accustom herself to the pleasure. Enough so that she was painfully aware of her now desperate need; feeling this much only made her body crave more! And so, bracing herself weakly atop him with her knees, she reached behind her neck with trembling hands, awkwardly, hungrily, yanking at the cords keeping her uniform tied behind her back.
“A-Ahh!” until, a moment later, the offending clothing was pulled away and her pert, round and very sensitive breasts bounced free, right into the Tactician’s waiting hands, “G-G-Gods!”
It felt even better than before! The moment she could feel the heat of his skin directly against her, the moment she felt his fingers taking a firm, possessive, hold on her, Cherche’s vision flashed white and her body jolted stiff! It was only a small orgasm, but it was like nothing she’d ever felt before, and for several moments, as he continued gently driving her to pleasure, she was left feeling almost dizzy.
Which, of course, prompted the same response.
“M-More…”
This time she gasped it aloud, almost begging him. And this time, it was Robin that acted. Squeezing her breasts together one final time, he released her, instead trailing his fingers once more down her body as she moaned aloud at the change. Rolling his hands over the wide curve of her hips and to the dress part of her uniform, it took him only a few minutes of slightly graceless fumbling for the Tactician to find and pull apart the buckles on the left side of the skirt, letting him pull it free and cast it aside without either of them having to go through the much greater hassle of removing her greaves and thigh-high boots.
Normally, still having her simple, white panties on would have afforded the Wyvern Rider some small level of modesty, however, with the way her thighs were absolutely soaked through with her juices, the thin cotton fabric was left clinging skin-tight and see-through, to her bare pussy, outlining every millimetre of it perfectly for Robin’s appreciative gaze.
“I-It’s been like this, ever since you said… that.” She explained shyly when she caught his look.
“That I want you to have my child?”
Blushing even redder, but not quite able to verbalise her answer, she nodded.
Shifting the currently useless garment aside, he replaced it with his index finger, savouring the way Cherche’s voice rang out even higher as he stroked it slowly back and forth across the length of her entrance, pulling her lips just slightly open, before sliding his thumb up, very gently- over her clitoral hood. There was absolutely no doubt how ready she was, and with the way his cock was still straining hard against his trousers, there was no point either of them holding back any further.
Even so, he made to ask her permission, “Cherche, I wa-”
“Robin,” she spoke first, “I-hhaa, ahnn, I want this, more than anything. B-but, I’m still, still a maiden, so I’m not sure what I should be… how to… proceed.”
Despite himself, he couldn’t help but smile, in all the time he’d known her, Cherche had always been so strong and so assured, he didn’t think he’d ever seen her falter like this. It was unbelievably cute, and to know he was the only one who’d seen this side of her was enough to make his heart sing.
“I’ll guide you,” he promised, reaching over to squeeze her hands in assurance, “For now, why don’t you go on top? You’re obviously an experienced rider already, so you’ll be more comfortable like that, I think. It’ll let you control the pace.”
“I-Is that so? Very well.”
Nodding, she took his advice. Then, at his prompting, she slid a little further down his legs, spreading his cloak open on the ground below him and then, with fingers full of eager nervousness, she unbuttoned the fastenings to his pants.
“Ah!”
Fishing his shaft, at long last, from where it was straining hungrily against his smallclothes, Cherche gasped aloud as it jumped rock-hard out into her hands.
For several seconds, she simply marvelled at it, without even realising she was doing so, her left hand reached down to gently cup Robin’s balls, feeling the weight in her palm as she lifted them free from the undergarments and into the air. Her heart hammered in her chest and her core burned with need like she’d never imagined. It was thick enough that she couldn’t close her fingers around it, and long enough that she could hardly believe it would fit inside her. Truly, she realised, this was the cock of the man chosen to breed the female Shepherds. This was the cock of the man that would breed her.
Losing herself in that thought, Cherche suddenly bent forwards and pressed a soft, loving kiss directly atop the cockhead, an act somewhere between respect, submission and appreciation.
Her composure returned a moment later, and she straightened back up.
“My… Such a fearsome weapon is ill-fitting a gentle man like you, Robin.”
“Maybe so,” he laughed, “But, I think you’ll find it to your tastes all the same.”
She could still feel the taste of him on her lips, slightly salty and intoxicatingly potent, her core was now practically throbbing with desire.
“I-I daresay I will…”
And then, she hesitated, holding his shaft in one hand as she half leaned over him, unsure exactly what to do next.
“Here,” Robin reassured her, laying his hands on her hips to guide her into position, “Turn around.”
This time, as he spun the Valmese maiden in place, facing her away from him, there wasn’t any real specific logic behind his instruction. Instead, he was meeting her desire with his own- after all the times they’d been together, and all the times he’d seen her through the battlefield, he couldn’t count the number of times he’d marvelled at the way Cherche had shown off the creamy, white skin of her back, even despite being half-hidden behind her rose coloured hair. Soft skin, trim musculature and the delight of Cherche’s usual beautiful femininity, it was no secret that there were many men who’d admired the sight of her bare back, and Robin had been no exception. No matter how guilty he felt anytime his night-time fantasies featured any of his comrades, the image of her like this, atop him, with her bare back stretched out before him, was one that’d filled more than one of the Tactician’s dreams.
“Ri-Right…”
With Robin’s hands on her hips, steadying her in place, Cherche lifted her waist up into the air, holding his shaft in her hand and positioning it against her entrance. Her head bucked back the moment they connected, and a shaky moan slipped from her lips, feeling the heavy, weight of his cock throbbing against her fingers and pressing now hungrily up into the wet, heat of her pussy.
For a second she held herself like that, shivering at the sensation of his cockhead pushing her lips open. But then slowly, a little clumsily and very eagerly, she began sliding herself down.
“O-OohhhUUUAHH-AH!”
Throwing her head back with a wild cry, her voice echoed loud around the clearing as she lowered herself- as she began feeling his thick shaft sinking inside her, and as she felt her pussy walls being spread open, wide around her cockhead.
Robin’s hands remained on her hips, steadying her and urging her onwards, but in truth, she was already well past the point of no return. Sparks of pleasure like nothing she’d ever felt before were arching up her spine, hotter and more electrifying with each inch she took into her, far beyond what she could have resisted. Within a moment, almost before she was aware of it, his cock pierced through her maidenhood and a sudden jolt of pain twinned with the pleasure as a small trail of blood began joining her juices, running down the shaft and across her thighs.
She was no longer a virgin. Her body pulsed hot at that thought.
She’d given her long-held chastity up to their Tactician, the man she adored. Her heart raced even faster from that.
She was opening her body to him, to be bred by him, to carry his child. Her womb thrummed with a hungry need she ached to fill as that idea settled in her mind.
She already loved this, she couldn’t bear to pause for even a moment, her hips bucked another inch down his length and the pain was immediately lost in another tidal wave of pleasure.
“Th-That’s good Cherche,” Robin’s breathing was coming faster too, matching her own, as he felt more and more of his cock being wrapped up in the velvety folds of her pussy. It had been three weeks since he’d last felt this and he was suddenly aware of just how much he’d missed it, “Gods, That’s amazing!”
Losing her mind to the sensation of her walls being stretched out, wide around his shaft, she came before she was even halfway down his length- her second orgasm and far more powerful than the first! Electric shocks of pleasure ran up her spine, her mouth hung open in a desperate scream, her entire body trembled, and her world was seared white. Once again, she felt as if she were floating, her world spinning in place and a dizzying fog chasing away all thoughts as she drowned in the bliss.
“Ah-hha… hu… Uh?”
She wasn’t sure how much time had passed before she blinked herself back to reality only that, either by Robin’s guidance, or her own instincts, she was now currently seated fully in his lap.
The first thing she was aware of was the warm, comforting heat of his skin, directly felt against her own. The second, and far more intense, was the feeling of the full length of his cock buried inside her!
“G-Gods!”
Thick, hard and pulsing with need- her entire tunnel was stuffed full with his shaft, her walls stretched wide around his girth and even the furthest depths of her pussy pushed back against the weight of his cockhead as he pressed back against her cervix. It was amazing! Incredible! She was so full, it was as if her entire body was being wrapped around him, as if he was pleasuring every inch of her and as if her virgin pussy had been re-shaped in the mould of his cock. His length twitched inside her, and her mouth fell open with a gasp- feeling every millimetre of him moving through her tunnel, feeling his glans scraping gently against her most sensitive area… Cherche peaked immediately in response, this time just barely managing to hold back from succumbing to the pleasure as it surged through her.
“Are you okay? It doesn’t hurt?”
Hurt? She blinked… what a strange thought, she felt warm, she felt happy, she felt enraptured and cared for. Her entire body was humming with delight, it took her a moment before she even realised what he was asking.
“N-No, hhha, no, I’m fine. It’s… Robin, you feel… wonderful.”
His hands rubbed small, reassuring circles on her hips in response, “I’m glad.”
Cherche’s thoughts slowly returned back to (something akin to normal) and she realised why he’d asked, as well as what came next- what her body was begging her for.
Bracing her arms on her legs, she drew in a shivering breath, and began to slowly push herself up, “G-Ghhhaa-AHH!” just feeling the head of his cock slowly scraping back through every fold of her tunnel almost made her come undone! Gasping and moaning, with enormous effort as well as equal amounts of pleasure, she raised her hips several long inches into the air.
And then, she drove herself down!
The feeling of his shaft pushing forcefully back up through her tunnel, stretching her walls back around him as if taking complete ownership of her pussy, finally did leave her undone! The moment his cock pressed back in place against the entrance to her womb, Cherche’s world surged with white light, and the rush of pleasure scattered her rationality once more!
This time though, now completely succumbed to her base desires, only one thing remained on her mind, ‘More!’ she couldn’t have stopped, even if she had wanted to!
Again, she drew herself up, and again she dropped herself back down atop him! Again, she felt his cock dragging out through half the length of her tunnel, and again, she screamed as it slammed back into her innermost walls!
Her arms trembled, her body quivered, and her tongue rolled out from her mouth as she fell gasping through consecutive orgasms! But, following her instincts and long-withheld desires, Cherche built herself into a rhythm, bouncing desperately atop his cock, calling out his name, she rode him to the absolute best of her ability!
“Gh-hhaa, so good! Che-Cherche!”
For his part, despite his intentions to guide her, Robin had found himself completely swept up in the Wyvern Rider’s intensity! Although he had a little more experience than her, he’d never expected a woman as composed and noble as Cherche to turn so wild on her first time! It was an incredible sight, the exact same change he’d seen from her when the calm, gentle maid took to the battlefield and swept her enemies before her!
Holding onto her hips, she watched her back arch before her eyes, as she threw her head back, shamelessly moaning his name and desperately squeezing herself around his cock!
And yet, even as she peaked, and even as he felt her entire tunnel clenching tight around him, her hips never stopped! Over and over, she bounced her waist up into the air, again and again, she dropped herself down! Her movements were clumsy, and her tempo changed by the moment, but it was abundantly clear that all those years spent riding atop an unruly beast had more than prepared her for this!
“GH-HHHAA!”
Groaning out his own answer, Robin’s hands clenched even tighter around her toned waist, his shoulders were digging into the grass below him as the pleasure rocking his body built higher and higher!
The beautiful, creamy-white skin of her lightly muscled back arched and flexed.
Her soft pink hair bobbed and shook in a dazzling, silken wave.
The dextrous fingers clawing desperately around his legs each time she braced herself against him, released him a moment later as another peak rocked through her and she threw herself backwards in delight.
Her modest breasts, just barely visible from behind, bounced free in the air.
Robin drank it all in, marvelling at every sight and savouring every moment. It was all beyond anything he could have imagined, something from a dream of fantasy. No amount of tactical knowledge could have ever let him predict how quickly his own fate would change, that he would have Cherche riding atop him like this, that he would be able to feel her virgin pussy wrapped so incredibly tight around him like this!
And all the while, her walls coiled tight around him, pulsing and shaking, as if to wring out every drop from him. Clumsily but incredibly earnestly, Cherche rode atop his cock, bouncing up and down his length with such passion and such pleasure that Robin was soon struggling to hold back his own peak. Yet, even so, he held on. Drawing upon every ounce of willpower he had to live up to his previous show of confidence! Holding tight to her hips, thrusting his own waist to meet hers, gasping and panting with his breath racing and mind drowning in desire, he lasted more than ten minutes before finally crashing beyond what he could possibly resist.
“Cherche!” he gasped, forcing her name out through grit teeth, “I-I’m gonna, I’m gonna cum!”
She didn’t stop. Instead, if anything, she slammed herself down his length even harder, howling desperately as his cock drove even harder through her walls.
“Don’t, hhha, don’t you want me to pull out?”
“NO!” her reply was instantaneous this time, “Y-You, you said you wanted me to hhhhaa, to have your child! So, so go ahead! Cum inside me! I’m ready! BREED ME!”
Well, there was no way he could deny a request like that! What little control he still held was instantly lost!
Groaning aloud as he felt his cock swell even thicker inside her, stretching her incredibly constricted walls even tighter around him, Robin put the full weight of his strength into his arms, desperately slamming her down the full length of his shaft, until he was buried completely inside her, with his glans scraping forcefully against her most sensitive, furthest walls.
And then, as they both screamed aloud, everything suddenly exploded in a searing, blissful explosion of white!
Twitching and pulsing inside her, his cock pumped load after load of hot, potent cum directly into her virgin womb, flooding it with his seed until it overflowed, running out and staining the full length of her pussy with his release.
Arched backwards, with her breasts pushed up towards the sky, tongue hanging limp and eyes rolled back, Cherche lost herself entirely to a pleasure beyond anything she’d previously felt, peaking again and again with each time she felt his cock throb inside her, and each time she felt another jet of cum crashing into her inner walls. Completely overloaded, she gasped weakly, panting for breath and groaning with indistinct desire.
Equally, marvelling in the incredible sensation as if his every last drop was being wrung from his shaft, Robin was long past any rational thought. Holding his lover almost painfully in place, with his body arched a few inches from the ground below, the only thing he could see right now was the shape of her beautiful form, wrapped up in bliss, before his eyes.
Their first time together, not something either had imagined, but something they would never forget.
***
Sometime later, after regaining conscious thought and now spread out atop the Tactician, Cherche hummed softly for his attention.
“That was… truly wonderful, Robin.”
“Thank you,” he grinned wide in answer. It was hard for him not to feel a swelling ego when being praised by a beautiful woman, smiling naked and content up at him, “You were… Naga, that was amazing. I don’t even know what to say…”
She giggled softly, taking his eager smile for the compliment it was.
“Well… I got a little carried away, but, I’m happy if you enjoyed yourself as much as I did.”
Before he could answer however, her hand snaked out, wrapping lovingly around his still hard cock and turning his words into a gasp.
“You’re not going to stop with just that, though are you? I have recovered, and… I’m eager to learn more.”
He looked down in surprise, taken aback by the hungry smile now playing across her face as she chewed on her bottom lip. It wasn’t as if he had any desire to turn her down, but was that really okay? She’d been a virgin less than twenty minutes ago… wasn’t he supposed to be a little gentler than that? But then, he supposed, Tharja had been the same, hadn’t she?
Catching the uncertain look in his eyes, Cherche’s expression turned downright cheeky, “Rather, I insist we continue. The way you explained things to me, doing this can make Gerome more powerful, it will keep him safer. As his mother, there’s no way I can accept such a thing if it’s not permanent, imagine how dangerous it would be if his fate were to change back in the middle of some battle, it would be even more dangerous than doing nothing at all.”
Regardless of her coldly practical words, the exceedingly tender way she continued running her fingers along his shaft and the soft look in her eyes told him this was just gentle teasing. That she wanted this, for her own sake, just the same as he did.
“In fact, Robin, I shall be immensely disappointed if I leave this clearing without your child in my belly.”
He couldn’t help but laugh, who could possibly resist an offer like that?
***
“Ai! AH! Hh-HHAA! Ro-ROBIN! Gods! Robin! It’s too much, I-I’m going crazy!”
For the next several hours after that, they tried out all sorts of different positions.
He laid her down on her back, atop his cloak.
She rode him again, facing him and beaming down at him this time.
He bent her over against a tree.
She sat directly in his lap.
Again and again, all through the so recently serene glade their voices cried out in unison. And, over and over, Cherche’s so recently virgin pussy was soaked through to overflowing with Robin’s seed.
In the end however, to Robin’s great interest, despite how adept she was at riding him, the position they’d discovered the Rosanne maid loved the most was the one she was currently in- lying on her back, with him lying fully over on top of her, pushing her legs helplessly back to her sides and driving his cock directly down through her pussy, forcing her walls wide around him and slamming all the way to the entrance of her womb.
It was actually something Tharja had introduced to him, having named it a “Mating Press” as she’d pulled him into place atop her, with her eyes glimmering in excitement. Apparently she’d read up on all sorts of things in preparation for their first night together, but that was the one they’d most repeatedly returned to and, while the Sorceress had never said as much in words, just like Cherche, it had certainly been the position that had left her screaming the loudest.
Taking up such a dominant position and hearing his lover losing her mind in ecstasy lit an incredible fire within Robin, heightening an already incredible pleasure ever further.
“GH-HHHAAAA!”
Clawing furiously at the cloak under her shoulders, he let out a wild groan, feeling his release surging inexorably through him once more. After all they’d done, and with the way he could feel her pussy convulsing through yet another orgasm around him, he didn’t even bother trying to warn her. Slamming his cock to the hilt inside her, his vision flashed white, and his world exploded in ecstasy!
“GODS! YES!” Cherche screamed the moment she felt his shaft growing even thicker inside her, “ROBIN!”
Once again, thick ropes of cum flooded her tunnel, flooding her already drenched womb with fresh seed and leaving both the Wyvern Rider and the Tactician crying aloud, peaking higher than ever, and drowning in the intense rush of pleasure.
***
It was quite some time after that before they both returned to reality. Lying tangled up, side by side, atop the Tactician’s cloak, their chests heaved with the exertion and their bodies trembled lightly in long, lingering afterglow.
“Gods!” Cherche explained finally, heaving a great sigh as her breathing slowed down to normal, “Hhhaa… Robin, you’ve got to be careful. If you keep treating me like this, I’m liable to fall in love with you.”
Upbeat and joyful, her words were open and carefree in a delighted teasing that was unusual for the usually composed woman. A testament equal to the bright smile plastered on her face and her flushed cheeks about just how, happily, out of sorts she was right now.
“That’s fine,” Robin answered, matching her grin with his own as he reached over, running his hands through her hair, “I love you.”
She gave a sudden start at that, pulling out of his grip and jerking herself up to a sitting position. Her expression returned to her carefully composed normal and she turned to stare down at him, finding it hard to believe that a man like Robin would make a joke like that.
‘A-Ah…’
It was only a moment later, when she saw the gentle affection in his eyes and the sincere expression on his face, that she understood. He was serious, of course, he was. Looking at him like this, with his hand shifted to rest comfortably around her waist, her cheeks burned a little hotter and -despite all they’d done- she found it a little more difficult to hold his gaze. Her heart shook as she laid down once more, resting herself back in place atop his chest.
“You mean in the way you love all the Shepherds.”
“Yes,” he nodded, sliding his hand up and teasing his fingers back along her neck, sending pleasant sensations down her spine, “But not just as a group. I love everyone individually. I love you Cherche, for who you are. For the way you’ve always helped us, for the pride and confidence you have that inspires everyone around you, and for the way you’ve fought all this time- even when it was just you and Minerva.”
Her cheeks flamed hotter and her heart shook even more. Cherche was very used to Virion and men like him, she’d dealt with a good number of flippant or whimsical suitors in her time, especially as she’d gotten older and remained unwed, there’d been numerous men offering to take her hand, almost as a favour to her. Now though, coming face to face with simple and honest endearment, she found herself lost.
After a moment, she blew out a laugh, attempting to simply play off his words, “Hah, such words, Robin. I imagine you’ll be saying similar things to any number of the other female Shepherds in the days to come. You keep this up and before you know it, you’ll have half the camp outside your tent!”
“Ah, I doubt it,” he laughed along with her teasing, “You know Chrom. He’s far more presentable than me, more handsome and much better at dealing with people, it’s him that we all rally around. And, who wouldn’t want to be with an Exalt? I imagine he’ll have a far easier time with this than me.”
They were his honest words, that was the logical conclusion he’d come to. But, Robin had already resolved to do everything he could, to win this contest of theirs!
Still, that was something for later. For now, his expression turned serious once more, there was still something he needed to say…
“But, er… I mean… Cherche, you know, without my memories, I never felt like I had a place outside the Shepherds, like I’ve been drifting all this time. It was Chrom that saved me, him and Lissa, they anchored me, gave me a purpose, a place to belong. And then, Morgan became my family. And now… No matter how this ends up, even if it is just you alone, even if you’re the only one- I’m proud to have a child with you. And, if you’ll let me, I promise I’ll take care of you.”
“R-Robin!” she blushed, playing his words off with laughter once more, “Be careful saying things like that, that sounded like a proposal.”
“It was meant as one.”
Her heart thundered in her chest and for a long time, she couldn’t find the words to speak. Finally, looking towards him some minutes later, with deeply flushed cheeks and upturned eyes, her voice came out little more than a whisper, “Not yet. It wouldn’t be fair for me to take the lead like that. When… When this is all over, why not marry us all together?
“For now though,” she continued before he could speak, before he said something that’d test the tiny resolve she’d gathered, “I… I’m getting a little cold… Could you take me back to your tent?”
She’d brought him here originally, a neutral location away from either of their tents, for her own sake. If she’d invited him back to her tent, or joined him in his, she knew it would have been too much for her, she would have felt like she was his. And she’d told herself, there was no way she could accept that, not under these conditions, not without him also being hers.
Lying wrapped up in his arms now, that thought felt so very far away she could barely remember it.
And, when they finally arrived back at the Shepherd’s camp and Robin lifted her over the threshold to his tent, it was completely forgotten.
***
Stifling a yawn as he walked into the Shepherd’s mess hall the next morning, Robin noticed something of a commotion brewing in the far corner, the same corner the Future Children tended to congregate around.
“I’m serious, there’s something off! You look different today! What is it? Hmmmmm!? I can’t put my finger on it!”
Cynthia it seemed, was bouncing all around one of the lunch tables, peering this way and that at a very uncomfortable looking masked Wyvern Rider.
“There’s nothing different about me. Cease your questions.”
“Hmph, nah,” Brady spoke through a spoonful of food, “I’m with her on this. It’s odd.”
“Gawds. Why are you guys always being so dramatic?” Severa demanded, without a hint of irony, “Who even cares if he looks different? He’s just the same grouchy jerk as always!”
“Is that a different mask?” Owain wondered.
“Oh, oh!” Morgan chimed up, looking over and waving good morning to her father, before turning back to the man in question, “It’s your hair, you’ve done something to your hair, haven’t you?”
“My hair,” Gerome growled, brushing his hand angrily through the slicked white mane atop his head, “Is exactly the same as ever!”
Tuning out the rest of the discussion as he took his usual seat at the main table, there was a wide smirk on the Tactician’s face. One that doubled in size as he turned to nod a greeting towards their Exalt and the royal family. The look in Chrom’s eyes, the amusement radiating from Sumia’s face and the worry in Frederick’s gaze all made it exceedingly clear; they understood, just the same as he did.
He couldn’t recall anymore what colour Gerome’s hair had been yesterday, just trying to picture it was like trying to catch smoke in his hands.
But! After their meeting, after everything they’d learned and planned together, after very deliberately trying to change fate, he knew, and they all knew along with him- that, before this morning, it had not been white.
It was right as that silent realisation passed between the four of them that Cherche arrived, walking as placidly as ever through the mess tent… directly past her usual spot, and slipping into place on the main table bench, right at Robin’s side.
“Good morning,” she smiled warmly, completely ignoring everyone around her as she nestled herself up against him, leaning in to press a quick kiss into his cheek, “I hope you didn’t miss me; I was just with Lissa and Maribelle.”
“Ah.”
Robin nodded, that explained why she hadn’t been around when he’d woken up. Given the pair of panties she’d very specifically left as a sign atop his desk, he hadn’t been particularly worried, but still, it was nice to know.
“Mmhmm.”
Cherche hummed in reply, catching Sumia’s eye with a wink as the Queen let out a soft giggle. The two women seemed to find it especially amusing that she needed to spell out something like this to the famously genius Tactician.
Reaching out and taking his hand in hers, the Wyvern Rider gave it a small squeeze before pulling it across, resting it directly atop her stomach.
“Congratulations, Daddy.”
“Ah! Abuh!?”
Snapping around to face her, Robin gaped dumbly. Somehow, despite specifically aiming for this, the moment itself took him completely by surprise. His mind reeled, spun, celebrated, shuddered, and fried.
He was a father.
“The first of many, I’m sure,” Cherche whispered quietly, ignoring his surprise and snuggling back up against him. Wrapping herself around his arm, she gave him an encouraging squeeze, “Go gettem!”
***
Meanwhile, sitting in her usual spot among the other future children, the Shepherd’s time-lost Archer was completely tuning out the ongoing argument about Gerome’s apparent style change.
Instead, she was focussing an intense gaze towards the main table, at where the Shepherd’s leaders were sitting. And, as her knuckles clenched tight enough to turn white- at one of those men in particular.
‘I’ve waited too long! I’ve been too cowardly!’ she scolded herself bitterly.
From where she’d been sitting, she hadn’t managed to catch all of their interaction until now, but she could definitely see it now, there was no mistaking the way the man she loved had just looked at Cherche.
Her heart shuddered and her legs trembled, but somewhere in that pain and fear, Noire found her resolve. ‘I’ll tell him! I have to tell him! T-T-Today, I’ll tell him how I feel! I-I’ll, I’ll really do it!’
And so, without her even realising it, her fate began to change.
***
Notes:
Well, that took longer than I expected and the end result was quite a bit bigger than expected. However, a lot of that was setting up Robin’s character, PoV and any change he’ll go through throughout this, so future chapters with him should be able to get to the point a LOT faster. Hopefully you guys didn’t get bored getting to the fun part. I’ll do similar with developing Chrom’s thoughts and PoV when he gets a chapter. Unless everyone tells me they really hated slogging through all that Robin monologuing, in which case I’ll do something a lot faster. Tell me!
I actually did intend to write sweet sex between Robin and Cherche for this chapter, but somehow when I got into it, it turned wild and raunchy. But hopefully that was fun either way. Also, please don’t complain about me calling a 24yr old “older”, it’s silly, but that’s how the game treats her! Makes sense given the setting I suppose.
Anyhow! Now to the fun part!
As you probably guessed from the ending there: Noire is next!
BUT! It’s a little different this time! Because, I actually rolled a Special Event this time. I wasn’t expecting to roll one of those this early (and actually weighted the RNG against both future children and special events, so this wouldn’t happen…) but here we are! The roll is the roll, so I’ll play it out, it should definitely be fun! Things will be spicy and hopefully really damn hot!
So, the next chapter is, The Special Event: Noire Interrupted!
Now then, just who exactly was Noire intending to confess her feelings to at the end there?
Does her heart throb for Robin? Is she truly her mother’s daughter?
Or has she always been harbouring secret feelings for the married leader of the Shepherds, does she yearn for Chrom?
(Again: To be clear, Noire is NOT Robin’s biological daughter. There’s no incest)
You tell me: https://www.strawpoll.me/18182535
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