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A Change Of Tactics	By : JLDavenport Category: +A through F > Fire Emblem (all) > Fire Emblem (all) Views: 90773 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 5
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Chapter List
- 19
- 20
Bonus - A Wonderful Fall
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Authors Note: I legitimately cannot believe how long this chapter took to come out. I know all my chapters take forever to come out, but I was hoping to have it done in November and expecting to have it maybe push into December. Having it drag all the way through Jan and then Feb was ridiculous and now here we are in April and all I can say is I never stopped working on it or anything like that… it was just chipping away for a long while. It’s another large chapter covering a lot of ground, but I did manage to trim a good amount from it, so hopefully it shouldn’t drag anywhere.
Robin will be acting quite forcefully at times in this chapter and I hope that doesn’t seem borderline out of character with how he’s been presented so far, he’s putting on a bit of an act for Say’ri’s sake and for her desires.
Other than that, I hope you enjoy it! Ideally this should feel similar to the Olivia chapter, where if you just read it without context it’d be a sweet love story, but with the context you can see some things (not so subtly) going on at the same time.
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Recap: Robin returned to life a little more than 6 months after sacrificing himself to slay the Fell Dragon. However, when he returned, he found himself soon overcome with incredible lusts, desires that Lucina (his secret fiancé) was unable to entirely sate.
Over the next four months things got steadily worse for the Grandmaster and soon Robin was driven almost to the point of madness, holding back his rampaging desires, all the while knowing full well that sooner or later his willpower would give out and he’d lose control of himself entirely. With that terrible knowledge in mind, he resolved to at least make the choice of his own sanity and finally slept with Tharja.
Overwhelmed with the ensuing relief her body granted him, Robin listened attentively while the Dark Mage informed him of the truth- that in being revived he’d established dominion of the power that used to belong to Grima, power buried deep inside his bloodline. She claimed that Robin had now unlocked the true potential of his heritage and in doing so, gained both the power and instincts of a Manakete, desires far stronger than what should be contained within a human vessel. Among those desires was the most basic, primal urges, to Conquer, to Dominate and to Breed, the same callings that until now Robin had been fighting, at terrible cost to his very sanity.
Eventually he accepted that the only path forward for him, to protect his family and friends from himself, was to sate those same desires. And so, Robin set out, using his wits as a tactician and his influence as the Shepherds Grandmaster to seduce enough powerful women to satisfy even a dragon’s selfish greed. So far, he’s succeeded in having sex with Lucina, Tharja, Lissa, Olivia, Miriel, Nowi and most recently Panne.
Where we left off last time, Say’ri arrived from Chon’sin to fulfil the promise she made with Robin for him to show her around Ylisse, and after some strained negotiations among the various Shepherd’s leaders, it was decided that Lucina would join her and her ninja retainer on at least the first part of their journey. During the journey, Robin and Say’ri finally managed to reconnect about everything that had been between them, she confessed her love for him and he claimed to love her just as much. They made love on the floor of Lucina’s inn-room while the Princess was sleeping off too much alcohol, and afterwards, decided to both accept a moratorium of the duties they were each bound with to their respective countries, and simply enjoy their time together.
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The trip to Ylisse marked a turning point in Say’ri’s life, a singular event she would always look back on with the fondest memories. It was everything she’d scarcely dared hope it could be, in a way she had never possibly imagined it could be. She would never be the same since, but there was no missing how much happier she became.
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Double and then triple checking that she was secluded away from where anyone could possibly see her, Kagerou carefully pulled open the false-bottom hidden beneath the first false-bottom of the small chest she’d brought for their journey through the Ylissean countryside. Ostensibly the chest held a small selection of weapons, tools and other miscellanies items useful for her line of work and the decoy false-bottom hid what would at first glance appear to be a map of the Chon’sin Imperial Palace (of course, in reality no such map would ever be drawn), but beneath that was the true treasure that she’d taken such pains to hide- one of the very few items in this world that truly belonged to her as Kagerou the woman, rather than as Empress Say’ri’s guardian. A small but much-loved book that had served as her picture diary.
It was a curious thing for a ninja to have, a record of her past actions, of her thoughts and her feelings, was in many ways antithetical to her very role, those were the very things she was supposed to keep hidden. However, that same role meant she’d lived forever in the shadows, always silent and always keeping to her own thoughts- something like this was one of the few chances she ever had for any kind of emotional or mental relief. It was something Lady Say’ri herself had gifted her, for exactly that very purpose. And, given that the book was sealed tight with a magical binding passed down only within Kagerou’s own family, she believed the chance of any kind of discovery was slim.
Flicking through her previous entries since departing from the Western Continent showed images depicting the kunoichi’s worries about her mistress coming all the way to this land for the sake of such a vague promise, her silent frustration after their arrival in Ylisstol when they’d learned that the Ylissean Princess was forcing her way into what was supposed to be Lady Say’ri and Sir Robin’s time together, and all the restrained pain she’d felt on behalf of the woman she cared for as she’d watched over her Empress ever since. Picture after picture showed depicted the ninja’s disheartening vigil, watching Lady Say’ri’s immaculate sense of propriety holding her back and forcing a distance between them, even now that she had finally been reunited with the man.
Since the moment she’d learned of it, the very idea of the journey had filled her with anxiety, and with the belief that this was nothing but the woman she respected setting herself on the course for pain and disappointment. And every one of those images, all the pages in her diary were heartbreakingly consistent with that fear. Despite crossing the ocean to be with him, Lady Say’ri had still held herself apart from the Tactician all this time, never quite bridging those final steps even despite the best efforts Kagerou had seen of the man to reach out to her.
Until today! Today! That all changed!
Today Kagerou’s face was alight with a brilliant smile and the stoic, silent ninja was humming to herself as she pulled out her inks and brushes.
Today, as her brush swished to and fro across the page, Kagerou painted a scene of a man and a woman. She drew two great and powerful people, each holding a world of obligations unimaginable to the common folk and each well accustomed to pushing down their own desires for the sake of their duty. She drew one in the robes of the Empress and the other with the famed cloak of the Tactician. And today, at long last, she drew them in each other’s arms, with no distance between them, and with both their hearts connected. And wrapped around both of them, she drew the red-string of fate she believed had always linked them, the binding that Kagerou was sure had always kept their hearts true for each other even over all this time and all that distance.
Sniffing aloud and wiping away a happy tear, her brush moved further and the full scope of the picture was slowly revealed as she put more of her emotions directly into the paper. Some distance away from the happy couple, she drew herself, the vigilant ninja loyally watching over the nascent lovers. Then, around the edges she inscribed her self-made vow, to protect Lady Say’ri’s newfound happiness and guard this couple for as long as she was able.
“Hehe…”
After adding the finishing touches, Kagerou spent several minutes just looking over her newest entry, satisfied with the piece and reflecting on the contented feelings that had been bubbling up in her heart ever since she’d watched the two of them finally open up to each other the previous night.
Still a maiden herself, as the specifics of those memories rose again in the ninja’s mind, a deeply red flush stole over the usually collected woman’s cheeks.
Lying on her back, splayed out of the hard wooden floor of another woman’s room, in some rustic countryside inn was not how Kagerou had ever expected the vaunted Empress of Chon’sin to lose her virginity…
…But there was no need for anyone else to ever know, and she vastly preferred the love she’d witnessed last night to the idea of Lady Say’ri’s first time being instead in the royal bedchambers with some eager suitor chosen by committee and someone she would never care for like she did Robin.
And besides, as rough and impromptu as last night’s liaisons had been, there was no way she could have failed to notice how eagerly and loudly her mistress had enjoyed herself. After finally being carried out of Lucina’s room and back to her own, the Empress’s lusty moans and impassioned screams had echoed around the (thankfully) thick walls through most of the night and almost all the way to morning! “Haa…” Shifting slightly in her seat as she swallowed at those specific memories, Kagerou quickly pushed the images out of her mind and resolved to simply be thankful that the two of them had retained the presence of mind to reconvene back in the Empress’s room.
“Oh.”
At that, she frowned, her good mood abruptly disturbed by a suddenly disquieting thought. The problem of course, was the reason why they’d had to move. Why they’d ever had to consider anyone’s feelings but their own.
And so, just as she’d been preparing to put her diary away and get prepared for the day, Kagerou picked up her brush once more and made another addition to the scene. Drawing a dark blue edging along the border, she added a symbolic representation of her dissatisfaction that Lady Say’ri was so kind as to protect even Princess Lucina’s feelings, even now.
Rather than doing what she surely wished to, and simply slinging Robin over her shoulder to return triumphantly to Chon’sin with her and arrange a fantastic wedding in the palace gardens, the Empress was once more forced into holding herself and her true feelings back for the sake of both their friendship and diplomacy. From what she’d heard of their discussions as they’d been lying in bed together, she understood that Lady Say’ri intended to keep their relationship hidden and act in secret while the Tactician navigated the problems of his remaining obligations to the time-travelling Princess and to the Exalt he called friend.
Even if she didn’t like it, Kagerou could understand Robin’s own loyalty, that he owed too much to Sir Chrom and Lucina to simply leave them behind even for the sake of his own feelings. From what she’d heard, Lady Say’ri intended to use the time left of their trip together to conceive a child with him in secret instead- it would become her heir, an unacknowledged father but still enough to secure her linage on the throne and keep any other suitors or claimants at bay. It seemed just that much was enough for her, so Kagerou had resolved to accept it too.
And so, with the final touches added, the picture finally represented the full weight of the kunoichi’s vow- that she would protect her Lady’s love, even when that meant doing dissatisfying things, or keeping another woman in the dark about even the existence of their relationship.
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“Lady Say’ri, good morning!” Lucina called out brightly as the Empress came into view, shuffling slowly down the stairs of the inn they were staying in.
Lucina’s head was still rather foggy from having passed out drunk for the first time in her life the previous night, and from what little she could recall of them, she had a feeling that her dreams had been among the strangest she’d ever had. But Lucina had a lifetime of bad dreams, and as far as she could tell, she didn’t seem otherwise any worse for wear after the experience, so she pushed any worries aside. She was healthy, the world was at peace, she was with the man she loved, the rest was just details.
“Oh? You’re looking rather stiff this morning?” she added a moment later, raising an eyebrow as she noticed the hesitant, almost tentative way Say’ri was making her way down the stairs. Far from her usually composed façade, the swordswoman was walking practically bow-legged and her hips seemed to be shivering with every step, “Is everything alright?”
“Fie, ‘t-tis nothing. I… I simply must have yet to accustom to the beds of this country. I believe I must have slept somewhat awkwardly.”
The Empress barely got the words out before they were overtaking by an equally uncharacteristic yawn. That sight alone was enough to set Lucina laughing, “Tired already? Perhaps you barely slept at all?” it wasn’t a particularly funny joke, but it enjoyable seeing her companion so unguarded like this.
“Well, I’ll not want for more sleep… last night was… wonderful.”
Lucina simply nodded. It wasn’t often she got to see Say’ri so clearly out of sorts like this and she doubted it’d last much longer than the early daze of morning, it seemed that the alcohol had affected the other princess just as much as it had her. While she’d wound up with a foggy head and bewildering dreams, Say’ri must have slept awkwardly and woken often to be in this kind of state. Mulling over that thought for a moment, Lucina’s smile grew and she felt a small bond of kinship built towards the swordmaiden. She had long considered them friends, just as she considered all the Shepherds friends, and she knew they had much in common, given their similar backgrounds, both having struggled through the life of a stranded leader to a fallen Kingdom… So, compared to all the fear, loss and pain they each held in their pasts, to know that something as simple and silly as weak alcohol tolerance was also shared between them felt surprisingly nice.
And, she added to herself, as she took notice of the way Say’ri’s face was flushing red from their conversation, she guessed that the Empress was just as shy about having her weaknesses discovered as Lucina knew she could be.
More surprising than any of that however, and something Lucina specifically kept herself from commenting on, was the strange sight of seeing Say’ri without her usual chest-bindings. It wasn’t exactly shocking, it certainly had been the first time she’d laid eyes on the woman in her monarch’s robes when her boat had arrived in Ylisse, but she’d had some time now to adjust to the knowledge that the friend she’d thought similarly proportioned to herself apparently had a bust that was almost a rival to Tiki or Tharja’s.
Say’ri must have worn those bindings the entire time Lucina had known her, throughout both wars, to the point that Lucina had never known better. And then at the harbour, from the minute Say’ri had disappeared and changed into her more familiar outfit, and ever since then as they’d begun their journey across Ylisse, her body had been just as Lucina had remembered it, as if the busty Empress she’d seen walking down the docks was nothing but a trick of the mind. But now, as if to blow away any semblance of doubt the Princess may have had… here she could see her long-time companion as she’d never seen her before- dressed in the same, familiar battle kimono as always, but with her massive bust stretching the typically loose fabric all the way to its limits. It made for quite a sight, and was more than enough to take the young time-traveller off guard.
‘Geez…’
Lucina had never been one to worry much about her body, there had simply never been time to even begin thinking about anything like that throughout her life. Love and romance, and everything that came with them had always seemed practically alien to the life she’d lived, so much so that she’d barely even given them a moment’s thought before she’d arrived in the past. And then, by the time she’d actually begun to feel like her frozen emotions were thawing, she’d been with Robin and he’d made it repeatedly clear just how attractive he found her ever since… And yet, even so, looking at a woman who just the previous night had seemed practically as flat as her now making her way slowly down the stairs with her breasts bouncing in a way that’d make even Cynthia jealous left Lucina’s gaze quickly turning away and back to the breakfast she’d been working through.
“Fie…” Say’ri breathed out a low sigh, sliding into a seat opposite her with just a fraction less grace than usual, “An ill morning it seems to be, the rain that keeps us here has yet to let up.”
“Indeed. Unfortunately, that doesn’t look like it’ll change anytime soon either. We’ll most likely be spending another night here at least.”
“Aye. Well, no matter. I shall not begrudge another night held in a warm bed, ‘tis far more appealing than a wet tent. I’ll tell Kagerou later, and, w-what about Robin? Is he awake yet?”
The slight hitch in the Empress’s voice as she mentioned the Tactician went completely unnoticed, with Lucina’s mind already halfway through pondering just how she would fill another rain-soaked day inside.
“Oh? Ah, yes, you just missed him actually. I think he went to talk to the innkeeper about something.”
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The rain continued unabated for the rest of the day, leaving the travellers with little to do but wait it out.
Robin busied himself within the pages of notes and assignments he’d brought with him from Ylisstol, drafting letters and missives to be sent out the next time they passed through a convenient mail-route. Lacking any similar distractions, Lucina and Say’ri drifted aimlessly around the inn, alternating between reading the few novels the Tactician had stashed along with his work, or simply catching up and talking amiably.
They sojourned in Robin’s room that evening, but with some remnants of Lucina’s hangover still lingering and the sake already completely finished, it was a far more subdued affair than the previous night.
But! Lucina noted happily to herself as the night ticked on and she made her way back alone to her own room, it was an equally enjoyable evening all the same.
She wasn’t entirely sure on exactly what had happened the previous night, after a certain point her memories got too fuzzy to recall and aside from some very vivid memories of her sake cup being refilled again and again, even as she’d begun swaying in place and slurring her words… the better part of the night was practically blank. She didn’t even remember going to bed (or had she been put to bed? For the sake of her dignity, she hoped not… a worrying thought in the back of her mind wondered if she might have dragged Robin in with her, purely out of longing for her lover’s caress, regardless of Say’ri’s presence in the room), everything had simply melded in an indistinct blur until she’d woken up the next morning with a parched throat and a feeling like she was still in a daze.
But! Memories or not, Lucina knew for sure that somewhere between the drinks and the camaraderie, something important had changed between the three of them last night, and today was undoubtably proof of that.
The cold distance she’d felt between herself and Say’ri, along with the frustrating sense of competition that seemed to exist between them had finally dissipated. And for the first time since their Ylissean tour had begun, talking to the swordmaiden felt just as easy as it had back during the war when they’d entrusted their lives to one another. Just as the Empress’s impressive breasts had been freed from their restrictive bindings, so too did the Say’ri’s feeling seem as if they’d been released from her forcibly restrained composure.
Watching the swordmaster half stumbling down the stairs this morning, with her cheeks flushed, hair tousled by sleep and an unsteady gait in her legs was by far the most relaxed Lucina had ever seen from the woman.
Far from the wary distance that had previously stood between the two of them, even after Robin had finally shooed both women from his room, they’d still spent even longer just standing in the hallway, trading their stories back and forth, and simply savouring the pleasant company of someone they shared a war-forged bond with before the Empress had finally bid her farewell and walked off back to her own room.
Which was why Lucina was in such a great mood walking back to her own personal quarters-
“Ah…”
But unfortunately, that mood disappeared almost the second she stepped foot into her room.
Despite paying for the best lodgings available, this was still just a small building in a tiny, nondescript Ylissean country town and it seemed that two days of constant rain had been enough to let the water seep through the roof to where it was now dripping down from the ceiling. That in itself wouldn’t be a big issue, she had dealt with far worse, except that the leak happened to be directly atop the Princess’s bed.
“Hmm… this isn’t good.”
The water must have been coming down for some time now, probably almost the entire time she was out. From even just a cursory inspection Lucina could see that not only the sheets, but even the mattress itself was thoroughly waterlogged- not something she could ignore, even if she did move the bedframe out from under the leak.
Chewing on her lip, Lucina swept her eyes around the room, casting around for inspiration or answers. She was well accustomed to worse conditions than this, and she still had her blankets in her bag, it wouldn’t be a big deal to simply wrap herself up and huddle in the corner or on the floor for a night, certainly it would be far more pleasant than many of the makeshift shelters she’d been had to make do with during her time in the ruined future.
“Robin would call me a tremendous fool for doing so…”
They had paid for these rooms, they were owed proper lodgings, there was no point in her discomforting herself just because she was able to do so. A far more appealing prospect rose in her mind as she worked through her plans, and a wry smile spread across the Princess’s face as her heart jumped in her chest.
“Then… shall I ask if I can spend the night with him instead?”
Musing the thought aloud, her feet shifted on the spot and she felt a very familiar heat beginning to rise from between her legs as she imagined the possibility- knocking on his door and asking… and begging for entrance late at night. Even if it had only been a handful of days and even if she’d endured far longer apart from him during the wars, it felt like it had been far, far, too long since she’d last felt her fiancé’s comforting touch. And, given that they were soon to go their separate ways, if she didn’t do something with him soon, then it would be even longer still before she got the chance.
This was perfect, the reason and excuse she’d been looking for, it was practically a sign from Naga for her finally spend the night with-
“Urgh!”
Even with all Lucina’s hardened resolve, and even despite her strict temperament, she still couldn’t hold back the groan of frustration as she shook that idea away.
She wanted to. She wanted to badly. She wanted to wrap herself around him, to feel him push her down, to feel him hold her tight. Even just picturing it she could feel her womb aching with desire and feel the wet heat spreading across her thighs. Lucina had spent almost her entire life never once concerning herself with love, romance or affection… but now that she had, now that she had Robin and all three of those things, she’d found that he had an incredible, frustrating, wonderful way of making her body react to him. He’d always been domineering in the bedroom, but ever since his return they’d indulged in each other in ways they’d never been able to before, and now she felt as if she’d become addicted to him. She’d dressed up in a costume and put on a role to seduce him, she’d sucked his cock with their daughter standing right outside the room, she’d dragged him into a tiny storage closet and then attended a strategy meeting with his seed dripping down her legs.
She was at the point where her body submitted to him automatically. The serious, resolved and naïve girl she’d once been was long gone, and in its place was a woman who loved him and ached for him so badly that just thinking about him was enough to make her horny.
But she couldn’t go see him.
She couldn’t go spend the night in her beloved’s arms.
She couldn’t enjoy his reaction as she lowered her head and begged for him to fuck her. She couldn’t wrap her legs around his waist and use all her strength to pull his cock as deep inside her as possible. She couldn’t scream in delight, cry his name, or surrender happily to him as he pushed her down, reminded her that she was his woman and filled her with his seed.
She couldn’t do any of the things she’d been burning to do for a week now.
All because of that damnable ninja! That ever-present nuisance that was able to hide from even Lucina’s highly trained senses!
“No,” Lucina sagged, breathing out a frustrated sigh as she glared with self-recrimination, “That’s not correct. The blame lies with me… with my cowardice…”
There was no maliciousness in Kagerou’s vigil, she was simply doing her duty was a retainer, exactly the same as how Frederick acted towards her father. The inability for Lucina to relieve her pent-up desires was due entirely to her own hesitation in coming clean about her and Robin’s relationship. It was the choice Robin had given her during the war, after the war and so many times since, the same choice he’d given her before they’d left and she’d shirked from it the same way they always had.
She could change her mind at any moment.
She could change her mind right now.
There was nothing holding her back or stopping her from knocking on Robin’s door right tonight. Kagerou would almost certainly learn of it, and from her Say’ri would, and from her… it was impossible to say what would happen. But, that in itself was surely no reason for Lucina to hold herself back, she already knew without a doubt that this was the man she wanted to be with for the rest of her life, they’d been together for years now, they had a child (from the future) together; her father would be shocked but would accept it, her mother would be overjoyed, her friends would all cheer for her. There was no reason at all to wait, no reason at all to delay, no reason at all to deny what she knew she wanted!
“Hhaaa…”
Shaking her head, Lucina made the same choice she always made.
“I suppose I shall have to speak to the innkeeper.”
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Thankfully, the innkeeper didn’t give her any trouble when he saw the state of her room, and after making some hasty arrangements, another was prepared immediately.
It wasn’t as impressive as her original room (which hadn’t been particularly impressive to begin with) but Lucina wasn’t the type to care. Waving away his apologies, she’d settled in without issue and was soon, at last, wrapped up warm in a soft bed and comforting mass of blankets.
“Nn…Hhaaa…”
Unfortunately, even as minute after minute passed, sleep continued to elude the former Exalt and her body refused to properly relax. She was sure a part of it was from being in a new environment after having accustomed herself to the previous quarters over the last few days, even after all her travels around the world, sleeping in a new bed always felt a little different each time. But, more than anything else, it was the heat from her earlier thoughts still ebbing through her that kept her from calming down. The urge she’d felt to knock on Robin’s door and throw herself into his arms, as well as the discipline it had taken to restrain from doing so, now left the Ylissean Princess shrouded in memories and desires.
Even wrapped up in layers of cotton sheets and knitted blankets, Lucina was perfectly aware of just how hard her nipples were right now; she could easily feel every shift and pull over the fabric over her sensitive nubs with each time she shifted position and even with her legs pressed chastely together, she could feel the eager wet heat spread out across her thighs.
Rolling over yet again, she loosed another heated sigh.
‘I knew I had become accustomed to… to that pleasure. But I never imagined I had become this bad…’
She’d been like this for some time now, and the more she thought about it, the more her thoughts drifted to him and the worse it got.
During the war, their liaisons had been few and sporadic out of simple necessity. They had gone several days or weeks so much as a stolen kiss just as a matter of course… but now, ever since he’d returned and their lives had settled down in Ylisstol, for more than half a year now, Lucina had gotten used to sharing a bed (or any unused space in the castle) with him almost daily, and typically for long enough that she lost track of everything else. Just a matter of days ago, Robin had been coming to her room almost nightly and fucking her with such frenzied intensity that Lucina had feared her body would break! It had become practically expected that she would finish her nights wrapped around him, passing out in a dazed, exhausted heap!
And now, just the same as he had been this entire trip, Robin was so close to her, and yet just barely out of reach. And Lucina was left alone, once again, tossing and turning in bed as she throbbed with the lusts that he himself had awoken within her.
‘I hope he’s alright,’ she added idly, twisting in place and trying -with only minimal success- to shift her train of thought, ‘It was always harder on him than it was for him than me. I hope he’s not suffering right now… Robi-’
“Ngh-AHNNNnnnngg!”
‘Ahuh!?’
A sudden low moan rumbled through the wall and echoed around the room, the unmistakably female cry of pleasure abruptly ripping the Princess from her thoughts.
‘Wh-What… what was tha-?’
The voice cried out again, louder and then louder still a second later, rising to a clear peak, hitching loud enough to carry through the wall and directly to where Lucina was now sitting bolt upright, blinking in confusion, at just what she was hearing. Any doubts the Princess may have had about what she was listening to were cleared a moment later as the next blissful cry was accompanied by the equally unmistakable squeak of cheap bedsprings and the groan of a wooden bedframe.
Face blazing red in embarrassment, Lucina realised she could very easily pinpoint exactly where this new barrage of noises was coming from. With the moans now echoing out even louder, building to what sounded like an utterly delighted tempo, and the bedframe creaking and rattling harder by the second, it didn’t take anything like the former Exalt’s war-forged senses to realise that it was all coming from directly behind her- the noises only just barely muffled by the thin walls of the inn’s cheaper rooms.
‘I-I-I… Th-That’s… Th…’
Her thoughts twisted and snapped, but as mortifying as it was to find herself invertedly eavesdropping on some strangers, there was absolutely no way she could deny what she was hearing, not with the way the woman’s cries and gasps reverberated through the walls just centimetres from where the Princess was sitting. The couple in the next room were having sex.
Forcing her body awkwardly back down on the mattress, Lucina swallowed heavily as yet another ecstatic cry echoed through the wall, and seemed to ripple powerfully all across her own sexually charged body.
The couple in the next room were having very loud and very satisfying sex.
Lucina’s breath came hotter as the cries continued and the woman’s peak came, and then again just seconds later. A heavy shiver, mixed with jealousy, excitement and simple arousal trembled up her spine as the stretched her naked body out beneath her sheets, chewing on her lip and craning her ear curiously towards the sounds of the other woman’s pleasure. The bedsprings squeaked louder and the unknown woman was louder still, her unmistakable delight ringing loud enough even to drown out the banging of the overwrought bedframe as it jolted in place, banging against the wall just inches from where Lucina was laying.
The couple in the next room were having exactly the kind of rough, heavy, powerful sex that Lucina had been aching for all this time. Exactly the kind of bed-shaking, sex that her womb yearned for so fervently. The kind of dominant, unruly fucking that always left her soaking wet, screaming in joy, and more than happy to bow her head to the floor and beg Robin to do whatever he wished of her.
“Nghh… Robin!”
Just the thought of her lover was enough to spark the fire in Lucina’s loins into an almost unbearable inferno. And, without even meaning to, she raised her voice out in time with the mystery woman’s… quiet at first, then building in temp as she squirmed beneath her bedsheets and the other woman came around her master’s cock. Stretching out along the bed, arching in pleasure, Lucina quickly found herself replacing the indistinct moans with cries of the Tactician’s name.
This was all his fault, of course. All of this was his doing. She used to be completely normal, a rational, disciplined, prideful Princess. She didn’t use to be so needy, she didn’t use to care one whit about sex, she didn’t use to spend her nights twisting around in bed imagining Robin fucking her as hard as the woman next door was being fucked. He’d done this to her! He’d made her his woman, and trained her in pleasures she’d never even known existed, and now he’d left her all alone, with nothing to do but ache for his touch and moan his name as she shuddered with lust.
It was a harsh male grunt intwining with the sounds of feminine joy that finally snapped the last of the Princess’s resolve, and Lucina surrendered to her desire. Moaning even louder now, uncaring if the people next door could hear her, her hand slid between her legs and her fingers pressed hungrily into the needy heat of her pussy.
She’d resisted from touching herself all this time; it would have been mortifying to have been caught in such a state, and more importantly, she knew it wouldn’t truly satisfy her like her lover’s cock. But now, listening to the rattle of the bed just a meter away from where she was lying, her voice synched with the moans of delight she was hearing and she was far too lost in her own lusts to hold herself back another instant.
Lucina’s hips bucked up greedily the instant she spread her entrance open, and another heavy shiver ran through her as her fingertips rolled over her clit. That wasn’t enough, that wasn’t close to satisfying. She wanted more, she wanted to be filled, she wanted to feel herself stuffed full with Robin’s cock! She wanted to feel her walls spread wide around him, all the way through to her womb!
Pushing two fingers inside at least took the edge off that desire. She moaned his name again, using her free hand to knead her breast as close to how she recalled him doing so as she could manage, squeezing her chest and pinching her nipple as her other hand slid deeper inside her, seeking out all the sensitive spots he found so easily.
“Robin, Robin, Robin! I love you!” Lucina moaned in time with shouts still reverberating through the wall, her voice catching and hitching as her hips raised up fully off the bed and she began pistoning her fingers faster, harder and more desperately. Her head tossed from side to side as the pleasure built rapidly within her, it wasn’t as good, but it was good enough, “It-It’s good! I, I love it! Hnnnng, More! Fuck me, Robin! Please!”
It wasn’t what she was craving, it didn’t fulfil her longing- her fingers paled in comparison to his huge thick cock, but after a week of unquenched desire, it was enough to leave the Bluenette’s head spinning as her hips pushed greedily into her hand and as tingling sparks of delight raced up her spine.
The fast-rising tempo and rough pounding she could hear echoing from next door, as well as the choir of strained bedsprings and hard-worked bedframe, rang out heavier and harder. Their own building climax spurring on Lucina’s own desires and soon she was surging towards the edge of orgasm, her voice crying out loud just the same as the woman screaming blissfully on the other side of the wall.
“Robin! ROBIN!”
Her fingers drove into herself one final time, scraping along her most sensitive spots right across the roof of her pussy, as deep as she could force them and her voice cried out her lover’s name without even a hint of restraint!
The peak washed over her far more gently than she was accustomed too, far less violently and intensely than she felt after having fully submitted to the Tactician’s cock…
“Hhnaa… haaa… Robin…”
…But she collapsed down onto the mattress with a dizzy smile all the same.
As strange as this situation was, Lucina could already feel a large measure of her frustrations dissipating as she shivered pleasantly in a post-orgasmic haze. Even if she wasn’t fully satisfied, she still felt better, she felt a lot better.
And so, tugging the sheets tight around her once more, Lucina rolled over onto her side. Rolling her head up towards the wall behind her, where she could already hear the tell-tale sounds of the next round beginning, she silently cheered them on, before burying her own head happily in the pillows. The heated tension that’d left her unable to relax had finally been soothed, and so -comforted by the sounds of enthusiastic lovemaking echoing all around her- Lucina finally drifted contentedly off to sleep.
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Still in the habit of waking just a few hours after dawn, Lucina rolled out of the now slightly more familiar bed and arranged herself back into some kind of order before pulling on a fresh set of clothes and made her way out towards where she could kill a few hours before the inn arranged breakfast. With months’ worth of hard-won peace and none of the wartime tension still remaining, the onetime sharpness that pervaded every aspect of the Princess’s being had dulled and in its place was an appearance far more familiar with the typical laconic behaviour of someone who would rather be back in bed, but who was too disciplined to actually give in to that temptation.
Stifling a yawn as she buckled Falchion comfortingly to her side and kicked her boots on the hardwood floor, she pulled her door open- “Ah!?” and immediately jumped backwards in surprise!
“K-Kagerou!?”
“Good morning, Princess Lucina.”
Inclining her head politely to where the Ylissean time-traveller was blinking in dazed (and far too early-morning) confusion, the kunoichi was standing in place, stock still before the entranceway. She was completely blocking Lucina’s path and appeared to have been positioned here for some time, clearly having awaited this moment.
“Is, er, I-”
“I apologise for arriving so early, but would you mind if I came inside?” the ninja interrupted calmly, “There are a few small matters I would organise with you.”
“Oh, ah… Right, yes? I mean, of course, come in.”
Still completely taken off guard, and secretly not a morning person at all, Lucina could only blink in confusion as the other woman followed her into the room, inclining her head politely once more as she shut the door behind them.
“It truly is no important matter, so I appreciate your indulgence with this. However, for the sake of arranging Lady Say’ri’s schedule, I wished to confirm the details of your own travel plans, as I believe you shall split from us after the next town?”
A small stab of frustration dulled the Princess’s previously pleasant mood at that reminder; the knowledge that she would be leaving them behind and visiting her grandparents while Robin was left alone with the Chon’sin women. Her mother had worked a miracle typical of the surprisingly insistent Queen just to force Lucina even into what was supposed to be a private trip, but even Sumia’s excuse would only last a little further.
The moment passed and Lucina forced down that frustration, just as she always had anytime she thought about her impending separation from the man she loved (and that he had yet to lay hands on her this entire trip…). Even despite how unpleasant it was to imagine leaving her beloved Tactician alone with a woman she was very sure had feelings for him, this past week had done wonders for Lucina’s peace of mind. She’d seen it all herself first hand, from the closest possible distance- even after travelling all the way around the world, nothing significant at all had changed about Robin and Say’ri’s relationship.
She knew it was foolish and immature to be jealous of the affections she was sure the other Princess harboured towards the man, but she hadn’t been able to help it, just as she hadn’t been able to help the complex feelings she’d felt when he’d told her about his previous relationship with her Aunt Lissa. But now the difficult emotions that had gnawed at her in Ylisstol were quiet, and she knew them to be nothing more than the weak jealousy of a woman who was hiding a relationship for the sake of her own cowardice. Unwilling to lay a claim on Robin herself, she was overly cautious about anyone else doing so- just the same as she’d been conflicted to learn he’d taken Olivia as his assistant (even though she knew the dancer was married), or when she thought about the way Cynthia and Noire sometimes looked at him (even knowing neither of them would ever do anything like that).
Refocussing on the discussion at hand, Lucina raised an eyebrow towards the ninja, “It’s rather early to be arranging travel plans, isn’t it? Is there something the matter?”
“Not particularly. But, as you can see, the storm finally passed last night,” following Kagerou’s gaze, Lucina realised that she was right, the sun was once again shining bright over a clear blue morning sky, “And I believe Robin wished for us to depart immediately after breakfast, to make up for lost time.”
“Robin’s awake this early? Oh well, uh, I think I’ve got a map packed… in… ah, here.”
And so, as the former Exalt unfolded her map and laid it out before them, a small logistics discussion began between the two women.
And, while Lucina was being distracted by the kunoichi… Robin and Say’ri left quietly the room they’d been sharing immediately next door -the spare that the Tactician had secretly booked yesterday- and made their own way back down to the vacant rooms they’d left the previous night.
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The next entry into Kagerou’s secret diary depicted the scene a few days later when their paths diverged from the Ylissean Princess’s.
This time, the picture showed Say’ri with a visibly dissatisfied pout as she watched from the sides as Lucina embraced the Tactician in farewell, as well as the growing clouds above the Empress’s head as Robin then shrugged off his signature cloak and handed it to the Bluenette as a keepsake, telling her it would protect her until they were reunited again.
The framing of the setting made absolutely no mystery of the Kunoichi’s own thoughts on the matter; that despite the once-Exalt being a respectable figure who made for pleasant company, this trip was always supposed to have been for the Tactician and Empress, and that only now would that finally be underway. And, as it evolved from there, the edges also came to showcase the ninja’s own personal worries- that despite his calm, considerate and gentle nature, Robin was an unexpected beast in the bedroom!
The outline also spoke of her own rough, inexperienced understanding of the male nature and their needs, but that her beloved Empress had been a virgin only three days ago and had then spent every single night since then utterly overwhelmed by the man’s desires. A figure cloaked in shadows showed that it had gotten to where she herself had confronted him, scolding him for his reckless actions and-
The outline ended abruptly at that point, and the picture told no more.
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Staying in yet another rustic Ylissean inn, in yet another almost nondescript countryside town on the evening after Lucina parted from them, the three remaining travellers were relaxing after dinner in the room Say’ri and Robin were now sharing.
Without the Bluenette Princess around, there was no more need for them to hide their relationship or for Robin to arrange a separate room to meet Say’ri at night. So this time, he’d simply paid for two rooms- one to give Kagerou some manner of privacy, and a double for him and his (newest) lover. Standing at his side, holding onto his hand and showing herself for all the world as his wife as he’d openly booked a room for the two of them to share had already been a heady thrill for the Chon’sin Empress, her stoic façade was in tatters and she hadn’t stopped smiling ever since.
The food was good, the company was better, and now all that seemed to lay before them was the long road towards Regna Ferox and a week with almost nothing to disturb their nascent relationship.
“Hmm.”
Which meant, naturally, that Robin’s mind was already running through with plans; where he was, where he wanted to be, and what he wanted to aim for. These were all things he’d thought over many times through the previous days, but now he was once again facing a small moment of truth. Leaning back in his chair, he closed his eyes in thought, picturing once again the best path forwards towards the future. Both for him, and for Say’ri.
‘Yet another gamble? Am I not being too reckless? Well… maybe not…’
As a Tactician, he’d knew well that choosing to play things safe was a coward’s choice, clinging onto the security of the present instead of being willing to improve the position you already held. He’d reminded Morgan of that many times, of how many naïve leaders lost ground simply by trying to defend what they already had. And he’d reminded himself of it as well, each time he gambled yet again in the dangerous territory of his lusts and the secret relationships he’d begun building with some of the female Shepherds. But being too fearful to hold your ground and taking needless risks was an even more foolish choice. Cautioning himself against playing things safe was very different to heedlessly charging forwards for the sake of making any ground. It was a difficult line to tread and, given the troubles he’d run into with Panne and Nowi, one he’d failed at previously.
‘No… I’m certain of it. I know what I saw, what I felt. This is for her sake too.’
Backing his own resolve, with just a moment’s hesitation, Robin moved boldly forwards once again. Gambling a safe position for a happier future.
“Say’ri.”
Startled up from her own thoughts and from the report she’d been reading, the swordswoman turned to him, “A-Aye?”
“I’ve been thinking about it for a few hours now, well, more like I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it, and I wanted to talk to you about this morning.”
“Aye?” she repeated with the faintest edge in her tone, “You mean about Lucina’s leavetaking… you wish to follow her?”
“Huh? No, she’s going to visit her Grandparents, just like Sumia arranged- these roads are all safe and well-guarded, she’ll be safe where she is and, well, I’m showing you around Ylisse aren’t I? Do you want to visit her Grandparents? They’re Sumia’s line, so they’re not strictly royal as far as Ylissean history goes, but if you-”
“N-Nay! Fie, forgive me, I just feared, *ahem*… What did you wish to discuss?”
“Right, right. Yeah, it was before Lucina left, do you remember this morning, right after we got up? When I was holding you up in the air, fucking you against the wall?”
“A-AH!” jolted in place, as if struck by a thunderbolt, Say’ri’s eyes shot wide, her face blazed crimson and her hands waved desperately towards him as she looked between him and the equally scandalised, open-mouthed, shock on Kagerou’s face from where the ninja was sitting right beside them, “Wha-huh, ah, Fie! Fie! Si-Sir Robin!?”
“I know you passed out not long after that but you remember, right? Your hands were around my neck and I was holding your legs aloft, you really seemed to love it, it felt like you came every time I thrust into you.”
Whatever Say’ri had expected from this evening, her lover casually and openly discussing the very private details of their bedroom activities was not it.
“Wha-What ar, what are you s-saying?” again her head jerked from Robin’s casual smile to Kagerou’s equally mortified face, “R-Robin, m-m-my love, fie, su-such matters… I am happy to, to discuss them. But, pray, let us keep them just between us!”
The loyal ninja, for her part, wasn’t faring much better than her Empress. Blushing just as deeply red, she had jerked rigid and her ever-present stoic façade had completely crumbled beneath an expression twisting between shock, anger and bewilderment.
“Sir Robin! Th-That you would… You forget yourself! I… I demand you treat Lady Say’ri with more respect!”
Despite the implied threat, the kunoichi’s stammered declaration was completely ignored.
“You’re embarrassed about me talking like this in front of Kagerou? But you must know she’s surely aware of everything we’ve done.”
His words crashed heavily through both women, sending them each jerking upright and their eyes quickly darting away from one another.
Exactly the response he’d expected. This wasn’t something they had ever actually discussed with each other, it was a simple, unsaid truth that was politely ignored by all parties- obviously there was no way that a retainer as diligent as the kunoichi would have missed their escapades over the last few days. But neither had ever actually acknowledged it, it had been unspoken and unconfirmed. By saying it aloud, Robin had made it real.
Barrelling directly past their shared discomfort, Robin continued on, “That’s actually part of the reason I wanted to talk about it now, I wanted to talk about you, about your tastes... Say’ri, you know I love you, I want you to be happy and I want you to cherish the time we spend together.”
This conversation was just one blindside after another for the bewildered Empress. Of course, she knew about Robin’s feelings, he’d told her those same words many times over the past few days, but he had never said them so brazenly, he had never said them around anyone else but her. A lifetime of decorum and etiquette told her that such things should be shared privately, that they should be soft whispers in each other’s arms, behind closed doors, not something flagrantly displayed before an audience.
“Ah, f-fie, ‘tis, o-of course…”
“I’m always looking at you Say’ri, I can’t help it. I want to know everything about you, I want to understand you completely. And so, I’ve noticed that you seem to enjoy yourself most of all when I’m rough with you. You’re always happiest when I fuck you into a wall, or throw you across the bed. And even more than that, more than anything else, you love it when I degrade you.”
“SIR ROBIN! You, th-this, you are completely out of line!”
Her retainer’s affronted shout finally snapped Say’ri from her shock and she immediately tried to regain control of herself, her usual composure crashing haphazardly back into place like a mask that no longer fit. Far from her practiced serene expression, her cheeks were flaming red, her breath was short, and her eyes were wild.
“Fie! I- I don’t… Robin, ‘tis beyond me what you think you may have thought I felt, b-but I am sure ‘twas nothing at all like what you seem to be suggesting. I never imagined you would be so… Robin, such flagrant disregard… this isn’t what I expected from you, from us…”
Calmly facing down the ninja’s thunderous disapproval and the Empress’s shocked rejection, Robin simply shook his head.
“Is that so? But even now, you’re enjoying it.”
“Wh-Wha!?”
“You’ve been breathing faster since I first mentioned any of this… Say’ri, my love… I’ve been talking openly about your most private, most intimate affairs; about how hard you cling to me when I fuck you, right in front of your most loyal retainer, a woman you’ve known since childhood and who respects you as a dignified Empress…” Robin shrugged, a very familiar smile blooming on his lips, “And yet, if you actually wanted me to stop, you would have shut down the conversation by now. Rather than getting upset with me, you’ve just let me keep talking- you’re not going to stop me at all, are you? Even if I start talking about how I’ve noticed you love being taken from behind? What about if I tell Kagerou all about how you lose your mind anytime I push you down and force your legs in the air, how you scream yourself hoarse when I fuck you directly into the mattress?”
“Sir Robin, you…” trailing off, the ninja’s words lacked conviction now as she turned her gaze weakly from the Empress to the Tactician, practically begging her mistress to deny his words, “That’s just…”
But despite her friend’s hopes, Say’ri just spluttered, squirming in her seat and waving her hands in weak protest, doing absolutely nothing to actually shut down Robin’s scandalous accusations.
“You’re turned on right now, aren’t you? I just explained to your most trusted attendant how you love being mating-pressed, how you cum so hard you have to try not to pass out… And you’re fighting to hold back a smile.”
“N-N-Nay! ‘Tis not, ‘tis just… Fie! ‘Tis ridiculous! K-Kagerou, pray, pay no mind to his word. Mayhap so-something was amiss in Sir Robin’s meal, o-or perhaps he is suffering from some magical malady! He is just speaking nonsense!”
“O-Of course my lady! Your dignity is, is unquestionable! I would never believe such-”
“Dignity? You lost your virginity on the floor of another woman’s room.”
“‘Twas only, I could n-not, I simply couldn’t wait any longer…”
“Then why did you cum the instant I gagged you with your own panties?”
The whole world seemed to pause at that question. Kagerou looked towards her Empress in disbelief, that at least, she hadn’t known. But rather than deny it as she was clearly being begged to do, Say’ri simply squeezed her eyes shut, avoiding her attendants gaze as the memory of that moment replayed forcibly in her head.
The Empress of Chon’sin, the heroic lodestone of her entire country and proud heir of a royal bloodline stretching back thousands of years… had been deflowered outside of marriage, by a foreign tactician (barely even a noble). She had begged for him, delighted in him, moaned his name and then peaked ecstatically when he’d roughly silenced her cries with her own -thoroughly soaked- panties. It was the most mortifying, humiliating, disgraceful moment of her life. And she’d replayed it in her memories a thousand times in the days since, savouring it with a guilty delight she’d never imagined Robin would have noticed.
“If I had to guess, I’d say it’s because now you’re here, like this, you’re freer. And you’re finally able to be honest with yourself,” she was remarkably similar to Lucina in that respect Robin thought, “You’ve had so many expectations, wishes and duties laid on your shoulders for so long… it must be a relief to finally be able to just let it go, just for a short time, just in private. You can finally be true to yourself as a woman, rather than only as an Empress.”
Robin spoke the words lightly, almost offhandedly, but they settled heavily atop both Chon’sin women. Sitting stuck in place, Kagerou was still looking towards her Mistress, waiting for her to deny him, to explain why Robin was mistaken, to reject his words… but, after a long moment, the swordsmaster finally dropped her head.
“Fie… ‘tis… ‘tis something I have… Aye, I fear you may be… may be correct,” her voice was soft and her voice hesitant, but the hesitation was born from the difficulty at speaking such unspoken things aloud, rather than any doubt in what she was saying, “‘Tis difficult at times, to act as I know I am ought, to always present myself as I know I must, as if my entire life is nothing but a careful pantomime, a performance for the sake of upholding my image. ‘Tis exhausting… There… There has long been a small, tiny wish deep in my heart to take that perfect image I must uphold, the appearance of being the perfect stately, pure Princess or of being an aloof unquestionable Empress… and shatter it!”
“M-My lady…”
“There’s nothing wrong with that, Say’ri. Lucina is no different at all, the weight of having to be everyone’s saviour was terrible for her, and I know that even Chrom chafes constantly against his responsibilities, without even talking about Basilio or Flavia. I imagine feeling forced into a role and having endless expectations thrust on you is something all royalty struggles with.”
“Fie… Fie, R-Robin, pray, do not misunderstand! ‘Tis nothing but an idle thought, not something I shall ever act upon! I am well aware that the image I present represents all of Chon’sin, and I am proud beyond anything to carry that honour! That feeling far outweighs anything else I may feel!”
“Of course. I don’t doubt that for a second, it’s only a piece of you, not your whole self. I’ve seen that same resolve from you in your time here. I’m not asking you to change, Say’ri, I’m asking you what you want.”
Another long pause settled before the swordmaster finally found the words to speak, “Fie… was this always inevitable? I wonder… ever since my exile, when I was driven from my homeland… being cut off from my homeland and everyone I cared for, ‘twas terrifying and miserable, more than anything I’d ever experienced, ‘twas as if I knew nothing but rage and despair. But there was freedom in it… aye, ‘twas the first time I ever realised I could be separate from the duties of my lineage, the first time I ever realised I was not only a princess of Chon’sin, but a person as well.”
Shaking her head, she gave a small, conflicted laugh, “Fie, ‘twould be expected that such experiences would have given me a better understanding of Lady Tiki’s heart. How often did she beseech me to look past her title?”
“You did,” Robin reminded her gently, “You frustrated her time and again, but you also closed the distance between her and became her trusted friend. Tiki loved you dearly, just as I do, and now, I’m going to do exactly the same for you.”
Now he had the undivided attention of both women, each looking at him in surprise- especially after everything he’d already done to her.
“You’re not in Chon’sin right now, and you didn’t bring your legion of retainers with you. You said it yourself, this trip is a vacation for both of us, a small moratorium from our duties. There’s no-one at all outside Ylisstol who could possibly know you by sight, and I’m not famous enough to be readily recognised outside the capital either. At least, not without my cloak. So, from tomorrow onwards, you’re going to leave your finery and your Chon’sin clothing packed away and we’re both going to wear normal, local Ylissean clothes. Instead of an Empress and a Tactician, we shall simply be a man and a woman, just two unnamed and unimportant travellers. Then it won’t matter what we do, or who sees us.”
Staring in shock as her face burned red once more at his suggestion and just what that implied, Say’ri gave a sudden start, “W-Wait, is, is that why you left your cloak with Lucina? Because you won’t be recognised without it?”
Robin simply smiled, neither confirming nor denying her suggestion, “Lucina isn’t here right now. The only person who knows you is Kagerou, and you’ve already trusted her with everything so far. Which means there’s no-one here to see you, to judge you, or to think anything of you at all, there’s nothing at all holding you back. If what I said earlier was correct, if I was right about what you want… then… For as long as you’re here in Ylisse, what say we shatter that image of the perfect, pure Princess and find out just where the Empress’s desires really lie?”
As always, it was her choice. Robin had laid all his cards on the table, he had confronted her bluntly with the cravings he’d suspected she secretly held and now he was offering her his hand. Kagerou swallowed heavily, looking in turn between the two of them but unable to speak at all. And, after a surprisingly short time, Say’ri’s voice came out in a choked whisper.
“A-Aye… I, wh-while we’re together… I would like… like to try… As you suggested.”
“Then you agree?” Robin prompted, pushing her just a little further, step by step, “For this trip, it’s not enough that I fuck you, you want more than that, you want to be degraded, to enjoy me demeaning you like this?”
“Fie, I, I am not sure exactly what I want… but…”
“But you’re turned on right now?”
She nodded stiffly.
“And you were excited, sitting there while I talked openly about your sex life, even with Kagerou right here? You didn’t want to stop me?”
“…A-Aye.”
“And you love it when I take you from behind? Or when I’m rough with you, holding you against a wall or bending you over a desk? You go crazy anytime I push you down and fuck you into the mattress?”
“…Aye.”
“And you came from me gagging you with your own panties?”
“Aye.”
“Then… before anything else, shouldn’t you be honest, Say’ri, with all of us? Isn’t it time to admit that the Empress of Chon’sin is a slut?”
Kagerou gasped.
Say’ri swallowed heavily.
But then she raised her head up towards him, meeting his eyes directly for the first time since her first denial. And she was smiling, a wide, dizzy and thoroughly exhilarated smile was spread across her face as she beamed at him, her eyes wild, cheeks burning and breath coming in short, excited gasps.
“Aye, ‘tis as you say… The Empress of Chon’sin is a slut.”
A familiar victorious smirk both women had seen across numerous battlefields shone on Robin’s face as he pushed his seat back in place, unbuckling his pants with certain motion, tugging them down and unsheathing his cock- already hard, pulsing thick in the air and standing more than ready.
“Ah!”
“O-Oh!”
The ninja and swordmaster swallowed heavily in unison, the sight of his massive length stretching into the air set both their hearts jumping and immediately silenced anything they might have thought to say. The atmosphere of the room was dominated in an instant and even from where they were sitting across the table, starting down at his cock, it felt as if it was somehow towering over them, intimidating and undauntable.
“Come then, Say’ri,” Robin’s voice was the same steady command they’d heard so often on the battlefield. And, in contrast to their stupefied bewilderment, “It’s time you learned how to use your mouth.”
“I, ah,” the Empress’s eyes darted quickly between the scandalised eyes of her most trusted retainer and the thick shaft that had so completely monopolised her thoughts recently. Kagerou was practically begging her to stop, but the yearning from her core was worse than ever, “R-Right here?”
Everything until now had just been talk, it had been the most mortifying/exciting thing she’d ever done, but until this moment Say’ri had never once ever considered the reality of doing something like this with someone else watching. It was crazy! She was supposed to… to get down on her knees and, and… A small part of her wished she wasn’t already so wet just from imagining it, but a far larger part of her was burning with a new, unbridled eagerness. She had already agreed, she knew this was what she wanted, there was no doubt of any of that, or any reason to hold back anymore.
“Hurry up.”
“Fie!”
Letting out something between a sigh and a moan, the Empress of Chon’sin slipped from her chair and fell to the floor beneath.
“Fie…”
And then, breathing fast in trembling, exhilarated pants, she began crawling under the table, shuffling on her hands and knees, with her face blazing red, a dizzy smile on her lips and a fast-rising heat between her legs. And, at long last, she settled into place -where she belonged- between Robin’s legs, taking on the very image of a dutiful servant as knelt before him, raising her tremulous arms to his waist and carefully spread her fingers around the full girth of his cock.
The sight of it now, directly before her eyes, left Say’ri’s head feeling light, and she didn’t even try resist the desire to feel it held against her. Raising her head up she let his shaft fall heavily across the full length of her face, feeling the hot, powerful might of it pulsing atop her before pressing her lips up, shivering happily as she laid a kiss directly onto the base of his cock. One quickly led to another, then another and another, with soft moans fell from Say’ri’s mouth and her heart pounded in her chest, as she trailed kisses all the way up along his length right to the very head of his cock.
“Fi-Mmmph!?”
Robin’s hands pressing down on her head wasted absolutely no time in pushing her onto him, and Say’ri’s lips parted wide as she immediately gave up to the pressure, her mouth instantly filled with him.
“Mmnnnaa...mphh!”
She had no training in this, she’d never done anything like this before, not even in the small private time they’d already managed to get together. But this too, from the powerful weight of his hands urging her deeper, to the thick fullness of his cock between her cheeks, was also an unspoken desire that’d nestled deep within her dreams. Kneeling on the ground before her lover, clinging to him with all her might, and both happier and more embarrassed than she’d ever imagined, Say’ri set immediately to work, servicing him as best as she could manage!”
“Ah, nnn, not bad!” Robin sighed as he felt the Empress’s mouth begin sliding clumsily over his glans and pursed around him as tightly as she could, and as her head began bobbing tentatively up and down a few inches of his shaft. In spite of himself, a contented moan rose from the Tactician as she began carefully moving her lips around his cock. His breath hitched as she pushed herself even further, opening up and cautiously easing an inch of him into her throat, the pressure causing her to gag slightly, but her resolve keeping her firmly in place around his shaft, “That feels great.”
By any objective measure his words were well out of place. Having absolutely no practice or preparation, Say’ri had no clue at all what she was doing. But, for Robin, there was a lot of enjoyment just in that itself.
Lucina had been amazing from the first instant her lips had wrapped around his cock. Tharja would never slouch for a second in servicing him and had practically memorised all his favourite motions even before the first time she got a chance to. Miriel, he guessed had some prior practice with her husband, so had just needed to adjust to a far larger size. Cordelia’s first blowjob had been just as perfect as her first anything else, and Severa’s forceful determination had painted an incredible juxtaposition to her mother.
Leaning back in his seat as the pleasure slowly rose around his loins, with his hands running through her raven-coloured hair and her head sliding further and deeper along his cock, her lack of skill did little to diminish his enjoyment and Robin happily savoured the experience of Say’ri’s virgin blowjob. The swordswoman’s tentative but deeply affectionate ministrations brought back warm memories of similar times spent easing Lissa around his cock during the wars, or training Olivia under his desk more recently. Say’ri was so similar to Lucina in so many ways, and somehow, despite the stark contrast between the way the former Ylissean Exalt’s well trained mouth practically drained him dry, the Chon’sin Empress’s clumsy, earnest enthusiasm felt just as wonderful.
Just the image of the stoic, serious swordswoman he’d known for so long, now down on her knees, clinging so hungrily to him and working her lips along his shaft to the best of her abilities, was enough to leave Robin’s breath racing by itself.
And equally, he knew that the sight of her crawling across the floor towards him was not one he’d forget anytime soon. How could he possibly forget the way that the leader of what now amounted to half a continent had slid underneath the table, nuzzled up in exhilaration against his cock, how she’d laid it so comfortably atop her face as she stared up at him in wonder? All without a single word of instruction from him. That had all been her own initiative, it had been what she’d wanted to do.
Robin had always known that beneath her aloof façade and cold, serious disposition that the real Say’ri was a warm and gentle person but he’d never imagined that she would be this submissive, or this eager. He was certain that Tharja and Olivia would be very impressed with her if they knew. And, as he watched, impressed, as she worked her way through taking almost a third of his cock into her throat, he knew the only thing to do now was to push her even further, to awaken her desires completely.
“So, Kagerou?”
“Ah-ha, hauwwhuh!?”
Jolted from where she’d been watching in numb disbelief as the proud, noble girl she’d known since childhood and respected so deeply, happily debased herself, the ninja gave a start caught completely off guard.
“You’ve been here for a while now, so, how are you enjoying your time in Ylisse? Do you like this country so far?”
“Wh…What?”
Robin shrugged with one shoulder as his other hand gently urged Kagerou’s mistress a few inches further down his shaft. The flush on his cheeks as her throat wrapped around his length was unmistakable.
“I just thought, mmnn, I’ve spoken to Say’ri about this a number time, but you and I haven’t really talked much at all. I always respected you highly during the wars too, I was happy to see you again as well, but I realised I haven’t reached out to you much since you’ve been here. So, I hope you’ve been enjoying the trip as well, it must be quite different to what you’re used to. I understand the food in particular takes some adjustment?”
“I… I… W-Well, that’s to say… It’s not… It’s not that it’s bad?”
“I see, well that’s a relief then! See, I know the places we’ve been staying have been a bit of a mixed bag, but you might quite like the next region we’re crossing into, there’s an important river that runs through it so it’s famous for the freshwater fish. Seafood is one of the main staples in Chon’sin right?”
And so, acting if nothing at all was out of place, Robin struck up a strangely casual conversation with the currently overawed kunoichi, prompting her for replies and leading the conversation along as the Empress of Chon’sin sat at his feet, doing her very best to swallow his cock. Kagerou’s stilted, halting answers were just as awkward as Say’ri’s adorably clumsy blowjob. And somehow, as Robin immersed himself in both sensations, the pleasure that thrummed through him was greater than the sum of its parts. The delight of Say’ri’s mouth sliding along his cock, the constant reminder she had that her friend was sitting right there watching her debauchery, the shock in Kagerou’s eyes as she watched the Tactician’s cock slide between her mistress’s lips… it all swirled around him and soon Robin’s breath was racing much faster and even he found it occasionally hard to lead the conversation along.
After a few minutes, Say’ri could feel the clear results of her efforts, with the way his cock pulsed between her cheeks. And Kagerou could see the clear signs of arousal across the Tactician’s face as their conversation continued. For the Empress, it was the same intense feeling of his cock swelling and growing even thicker inside her. For the ninja, it was just the same look she’d seen from him so many times recently when he’d been balls-deep inside her mistress.
“Ah!”
And just as suddenly as he’d begun this show, Robin brought an abrupt halt to the proceedings.
Pushing Say’ri from his cock, a small pop filled the air as it slipped out from the tight seal of her mouth and her confused, disappointed moan echoed out a second later as she looked questioningly up at him… her eyes shooting wide when she saw Robin buckling his pants back up, as he bounced to his feet!
“Actually, sorry Kagerou! Talking to you about that, I just remembered! I still needed to talk to the innkeeper about the directions to our next town, it’s getting late already so I’d better catch him now before he goes to bed!”
Grinning for a second in apology towards the two women staring at him in open-mouthed disbelief, there was nothing but clear amusement in his eyes as he turned to leave.
“Sorry! Sorry! It’ll only take a minute, just wait right there, I’ll be back soon!”
And without so much as a backwards glance, he was gone.
…
The shock hit quickly and passed slowly. Several minutes drifted by just like that.
…
“M-My Lady… S-Surely there is no need to…”
Not looking away from the door the Tactician had departed from. Very pointedly not looking anywhere else. Kagerou’s voice cracked as she made her soft entreaty towards her mistress… towards the woman still kneeling obediently in place. At where, even several more minutes since Robin’s departure, the Empress of Chon’sin was sitting in place, waiting right where she was, exactly as instructed.
Say’ri’s face burned with shame, but her core throbbed with an arousal unlike anything she’d felt before. It wasn’t better than all the times her body had been given up to Robin, but it was different in a way that left her aching for more. She didn’t budge an inch, “
…
“Should… My Lady… Should I leave? Would you not prefer to spend your time privately with S-Sir Robin?”
As her loyal ninja and most trusted retainer, Kagerou couldn’t simply leave her, not without being dismissed.
“My Lady?”
Say’ri’s eyes burned into the floor, but she remained silent.
Robin hadn’t actually said anything about her retainer staying, she could have dismissed the other woman at any time, he’d even offered her several chances to do so. She was smart enough to understand he was leaving the choice up to her…
…But, he wanted this, he wanted her to have to (want to) service him right before her friend’s watching eyes.
Being degraded in such a disgraceful fashion in-front of a trusted companion, someone they all knew had a deep respect for her was absolutely terrible, it was painful, humiliating, and utterly unthinkable. And, it was among the most intense, incredible, liberating sensations she’d ever known. It was impossible for Kagerou not to know everything that passed between them, that was a ninja’s job, but to have the woman sitting right there, to feel her eyes on her as Say’ri crawled across the ground, as she tasted Robin’s cock and silently begged for his seed…
Shivering quietly, Say’ri said nothing.
…
Some long minutes later, the door finally burst open once again.
“Aha, ha, I’m back!” Robin laughed. Walking over and slouching in his seat, he kept up his cherry conversation with the ninja even as he casually unbuckled his pants and smoothly pushed the Empress’s awaiting mouth back into place around his cock, “Sorry, where were we? You were telling me about the three dams in the northern provinces?”
Kagerou squeezed her eyes shut. The conversation continued as if it had never stopped.
And, acting as a backdrop to their halting, awkward discussion, the sound of the Empress’s lips eagerly working their way almost halfway down Robin’s cock filled the room.
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The next page in Kagerou’s diary was a far simpler one.
It simply depicted a dutiful servant, happy to serve support her mistress’s wishes, but one also worried that said mistress was being too agreeable, that she was going further than ever expected.
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“Here you are, milady,” Kagerou gestured deferentially to the clothes as she laid them out atop the bed before them both, “These are the Ylissean garments that Sir Robin suggested.”
They were doing this right now in the ninja’s room because the man in question was currently still occupying the bed in the shared room. While Say’ri was sure that the Tactician would rather enjoy the spectacle of seeing his foreign lover dressing up in the clothes of his homeland, that wouldn’t be fair to Kagerou. For the sake of the charade they were putting on, her retainer also needed to wear Ylissean styled clothing and there was no reason to impinge on her friends dignity if she could avoid it, never mind that Say’ri would much rather keep his eyes on her alone.
Yawning heavily as she blinked herself further awake from what had been an exhausting night following her blowjob training, Say’ri leafed curiously through the garments, mentally accustoming herself to the look for a moment before stripping off her nightwear and trying on the new look.
“A… a little unusual but, I suppose, not altogether uncomfortable. The fabric at least appears to of good quality.”
The mirror held up to her confirmed Say’ri’s expectations- her luxuriously black hair, high cheekbones and sharp facial features still quite clearly marked her as a foreigner at any close inspection, but not so much that anyone would take any kind of immediate interest, and certainly not enough that anyone would ever dream she was the Empress of Chon’sin.
Assisting with arranging the strange clothing around her mistress as best she was able, Kagerou gave a small chuckle a minute later when she realised that the Ylissean style underwear she’d purchased personally had been shifted to the side.
“My Lady, you don’t wish to wear these? I cannot say I blame you, I had the same thoughts myself but, will it not be strange to pair a fundoshi with such clothing?”
It was a strange thought indeed to picture these Ylissean skirts and blouses paired with the traditional loincloth both women typically employed. Still, even despite her question, Kagerou was already dutifully pulling out one of Say’ri’s usual undergarments, strange or not, if that was what her mistress wanted then it was-
“Nay, Kagerou you need not mind. ‘Tis fine like this.”
“Like this? But then you would have no…”
It took the straightlaced ninja a full further moment to understand exactly what she was being told and to realise the implications.
She intended to go without.
The Empress of Chon’sin would be strolling around a foreign country in these flimsy clothes, alongside her secret lover, and completely bereft of underwear.
‘No… it’s even more than that…’
Looking again, now in shock, Kagerou noted just how loosely Say’ri was binding her sarashi. The usually tightly bound breast-wraps were now simply acting as a form of support, doing practically nothing to restrain the tremendous curves of the Empress’s chest, by the time Say’ri had finished buttoning up the light blouse, the ninja could barely stand to look at the way the thin Ylissean cotton was being pushed to its very limits, just as her own garment was currently doing around her own equally unbound chest. But she was just a retainer, this was the leader of an entire nation! The Empress of Chon’sin was going to be strolling around a foreign country in these flimsy clothes, alongside her secret lover, and completely bereft of underwear at all!
“’Tis Robin’s instruction, his preference.”
She could have guessed that much without even being told.
“He truly enjoys humiliating his lover this much!?” Kagerou bit out before quickly restraining her shock, “My Lady, surely you need not do such things just at his say-so. You owe him no obedience!”
“He is the man I have dedicated myself to. I owe him all the respect that any wife would grant her husband, just as I would request that same respect in return. Fie, ‘twould that circumstances were different, he would be in Chon’sin as my consort.”
Kagerou winced at the gentle reminder, she understood that already, she knew well that as Say’ri’s would be husband she was expected to listen to him to some extent, “My lady, forgive me, I am not so belligerent you need to doubt that. I have great respect for Sir Robin and I have no hesitation in following his orders. He is the man who has made you happy in a way none other have ever managed to, and I will always hold deep affection for him because of that. I only worry for your sake; I have no qualms acting as the demon on your shoulder if you need it- I worry that you are being pushed so far and that it is in pursuit of his whims rather than your own.”
“Aye… ‘tis your place to worry indeed, to keep my path steady,” Say’ri conceded with a sigh, “But in this case, there is no need for your concern, I assure you. ‘Tis as I want it too. As his w-wife, I shall listen to and consider any earnest request he makes of me… an-and, he made a compelling argument.”
Judging from the flush across the swordswoman’s face, Kagerou doubted she wanted the exact details of what that argument had been.
Ever since their discussion last night, Robin had taken to letting his hands roam free across Say’ri’s body, even in public, no matter who might see them. And the ever increasingly exhilarated look on her mistress’s face was starting to burn heavily into Kagerou’s mind.
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The following pages in the ninja’s diary all depicted similar expressions of the same emotions- the simple and sincere joy she felt towards her Empress so clearly, openly and happily enjoying this trip and her time in Ylisse. And around the edges Kagerou inscribed her wariness that the skirts on the clothing Robin arranged to disguise Say’ri seemed to rise with each town they passed, and that her bust was displayed ever more prominently with each new garment. Even so, her minor discomfort at wearing (thankfully more modest) Ylissean clothing was far from enough to seriously dampen the scene, the swordmaster’s happiness was what was truly important.
There was a gently drawn image of Say’ri walking openly hand in hand with Robin down a bustling city street.
Another one of her beaming in almost giddy excitement as she held onto his arm and was introduced as his wife for the sake of booking rooms at the inn.
Even the next image that showed Kagerou dutifully keeping watch over their camp through the night while Say’ri’s screams of ecstasy rang out from the tent behind her, was still focussed on showing the ninja’s delight at her mistress’s happiness.
Her misgivings remained, but what mattered more than anything else was that contrary to all Kagerou’s warnings and her cynical expectations for this mad journey, Say’ri was undoubtably enjoying her time in Ylisse. Robin truly was the man that made the Empress happy. She was reminded of that fact repeatedly (and loudly) with every passing night… and usually several times throughout the day too.
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Sitting opposite her “husband” in a rather upmarket restaurant, the names of various unfamiliar Ylissean dishes washed completely past Say’ri as Robin took care of the ordering for both of them. Normally she would have been eager to join in and would have savoured this as another chance to learn more about the native culture- today though, she was happy to leave it all in his hands.
Just earlier today, she had been excited to be visiting another major Ylissean city for the first time since Lucina’s departure. Now she wasn’t so sure. After less than a day in the bustling metropolitan atmosphere of what she understood to be one of Ylisse’s biggest cities outside the capital, and she was already wistful for the freedom of their life on the road once more.
“Ah…”
A heated sigh slipped from her lips, adding to the thousand she’d involuntarily let out over the last few hours. Her thoughts were scattered and drifting, she couldn’t possibly focus on something as mundane as a restaurant menu right now.
She was in a daze.
“Mmm…”
Her typical composure was fractured; she couldn’t keep the warm flush from her face, and despite her carefully maintained posture in this elegant mahogany chair, it took a strong effort of restraint to keep from squeezing her thighs together.
The light red dress Robin had provided her neither helped with that feeling, or with doing much to protect her modesty. The top had been measured at his instruction and was squeezed tight around her impressive chest, pushing her breasts up and showcasing them so prominently they were almost at risk of spilling out. Similarly, the hem of the dress barely measured more than a few centimetres below her hips, Say’ri’s long, lissom legs were on clear display… and it was only through very careful posturing did she ensure that no-one but the man she loved was aware that she was wearing nothing at all beneath this slim, silken wrap.
Dressing up ostentatiously for a formal occasion was completely normal to her these days… but putting her body on such blatant display, to the point of practically making a spectacle of the curves she typically kept modestly hidden was practically unimaginable for her image as the Empress of Chon’sin. Judging from the wide-eyed, scandalised look she’d seen on Kagerou’s face before sauntering out the door she, at least, had never imagined anything like this.
But of course, neither the dress, nor the food currently being ordered for her were responsible for the aching heat she could feel between her legs, leaking out across her naked thighs.
Instead, the heated yearning she could feel pulsing from her womb was the result of everything they’d done over the last few days. Every last enthralling, amazing, depraved, scandalous act she’d performed at Robin’s behest ever since that first night she’d given herself to him and especially since the moment she’d agreed to his degrading suggestion.
And specifically, her daze right now was the result of the fact that for all the wonderful things Robin had done to her in so many places and times, in their bed, on the floor, alone or before her ninja’s eyes… he had yet to lay a single finger on her this entire day!
It was maddening! And her mortification that something as simple as that was enough to drive her to ache for him this much, only reinforced his absolute dominance over her, and made her want him even more!
Sitting quietly in place, she fought to centre herself. Just going about their day normally should have any effect on her, but after doing so much, so readily, she’d become completely accustomed to it. Which was what made today so puzzling. She hadn’t been able to make sense of her lover’s actions since they’d arrived in the city this morning.
So caught up in her own head, she’d already forgotten this city’s name, but Say’ri understood it to be the largest and most populated city in Ylisse’s northern regions. The shops were filled with exotic goods, the noise of the city rang out all around them and the finely paved streets were flowing full with crowds in all directions. It was several degrees smaller than Ylisstol itself, and certainly from the capital city of Say’ri’s own Chon’sin, but compared to the quiet, rustic towns they’d passed through along the way it was in a league of its own.
Was that why Robin was so distant today? She wondered for the hundredth time, because he was far more likely to be recognised in a place like this than any of the previous locations they’d travelled through?
Even as she entertained that thought, Say’ri had to give a sardonic laugh and scold herself for her thoughts. This was distant? Because he hadn’t started touching her in public like she’d become used to? That was a very strange way of thinking about it, given that he’d been at her side all day. If anything, she should be glad that the man she’d entrusted her honour to was not treating it recklessly.
She could not possibly fine fault in how he was acting. He was being exactly the gentleman she knew him to be, and she appreciated it.
She did.
She truly did.
Even… Even if it meant that his hands had never once strayed across her body, or that he hadn’t surprised her with a single kiss…
She flushed again and scolded herself again, trying harder to compose herself as she nodded along with Robin’s explanations of what he’d ordered and why.
It was strange, almost alien, to think that just a few days ago she had never so much as had a man lay a single finger on her with lustful intent. And now, here she was, with her heart pounding and womb yearning from the anxiety caused by the man she loved restraining himself in a way he hadn’t since his presumed fiancé had left them. If she hadn’t been so happy lately, she would have been alarmed at just how fast she’d fallen. Was this her true nature all along? Was this who she really was under all the layers of propriety and aloof dignity- a shameless, submissive woman, who had to bite down on her lip to restrain herself from interrupting their meal to beg him to take her home and fuck her senseless.
It was his fault, of course. He’d awakened countless wonderful, intoxicating desires within her, to the point where she could hardly believe that her life had ever been otherwise. It was as if she was naught but his play thing, even just while they were walking along or in conversation, he’d trace his fingers across her breasts, or strike his hand up her thigh… and now she’d become so accustomed to it that she’d caught herself pressing her body up against his whenever she felt the need, pushing her breasts into him and silently urging him to release her hand and wrap his arm around her waist instead.
Just a few days ago she was the very picture of a of an innocent maiden, a sheltered princess who had never so much seen a cock and imagined that would change only on her wedding night. And now she was forcefully pushing down the building anxiety that sat in the back of her mind, telling her that with Robin’s apparently restrained attitude in this town, he may not even continue her blowjob training tonight.
‘Fie!’
Again, the Empress shook her head, banishing the ridiculous thought and returning herself back to reality.
‘I truly cannot think straight right now, can I? ‘Twould seem my head is full of nothing but the most absurd ideas,’ squeezing her hands together under the table, she forced herself calm, nodding to her lover with a warm smile and a thoroughly soaked pussy, ‘There is no reason at all to imagine that would be any risk at all. In the privacy of our room, surely there cannot be a single issue with us being together- we even registered as husband and wife. Fie! If anything, ‘twould be strange were his wife not to service him before bed!’
Say’ri knew there was still a lot she had to learn to perfect her technique, but she was sure that Robin enjoyed the feeling of her lips around his cock just as much as she enjoyed feeling it filling up her throat. She took a good deal of pride in that assurance. He had trained her himself, after all, teaching her exactly how to please him, and she had been as diligent as she’d ever been in her life, just as dedicated as when she’d been learning the sword from her brother, or when she’d studied politics with her parents. Just this very morning, before they’d set out for this city, she’d finally succeeded in swallowing his entire length, and Robin had held no shortage of praise for her achievement! She was sure even now that the seed he’d bestowed upon her -directly down her throat, as she’d learned to swallow obediently- had been even thicker than ever.
Satisfied with her conclusion and, once again, looking forwards to returning to their hotel, Say’ri pushed the thoughts out of her mind as best she could manage and made an attempt to join the conversation Robin was prompting of her. The meal arrived soon after that, and the strange food served as enough of a distraction to keep her mind from spinning further out of control.
The newly awakened lusts that now swirled throughout her were met by a love that was just as strong. And, it was with both a womb anxious for his seed and a heart already overflowing with affection for him that Say’ri rested her chin atop her hand, gazing across the table at the man she adored and at his own answering smile.
Say’ri was surrounded only by warm and wet, happy feelings.
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Wrapping herself around Robin’s arm as they wended their way slowly back through the twilit streets, without the distraction of the restaurant, the onlookers or the food, Say’ri’s desires began overflowing once again. The feeling of the evening’s slight chill brushing across her skin that was barely covered by the light fabric of her dress, as well as the stares she noticed turning towards her as they walked slowly arm-in arm did nothing to offset her arousal. Her long legs were on full display beneath the short hem and her already massive breasts seemed even larger with how tightly they were pushed together, even her neckline through to her shoulders felt completely exposed.
Clinging to Robin as she was, dressed up at his instruction, rather than a noble with an unquestioned lineage, or a swordswoman with mastery of the blade, she seemed instead as if she was nothing but his prize, being shown off to anyone who cared to see. It was as exhilarating as it was mortifying.
She sighed, leaning pointedly into him as she rested her head onto his shoulder, “A wonderful meal and a pleasant day. I shall have fond memories of this town.”
“It is a nice place, isn’t it? Although it certainly kept us busy, trying to see everything in just one day…”
“Aye, and a long day it has been… Mmm, Robin… shall we return back to our hotel?”
“Oh, you’re tired? Did you want to go sleep?”
“N-Nay, not to sleep just yet…” she hinted, squeezing his hand gently with her own as his arm was pulled deeper in between the soft valley of her chest, “I just… ‘twould be my wish to relax, after doing so much, and since we’ve spent all our time out and about, ‘twould be nice to take some time just with you.”
“Ah,” he smiled gently, sending her heart swelling… right before deflating her excitement, “In that case it should be fine. The next place I wanted to show you should be pretty quiet, I don’t think there’ll be many people around at all.”
Jolting slightly out of her composure, Say’ri pouted, “I, er, ‘tis dark though. Surely… ‘twould be best we return tomorrow instead, no? We should have some hours before we’re due to leave.”
“Mm, it’s a nice night though,” Robin hummed obliviously, “There aren’t many places like this. Hah, c’mon, let’s enjoy it while we can!”
The heat between Say’ri’s legs now was almost as intense as the affection pouring from her heart. An undeniable sense of frustration caught in her chest, but even that was stifled by the knowledge that he was going out of his way for her sake. Robin, it seemed, was so focussed on wherever he had in mind to take her that he was left painfully oblivious to the not-so-subtle hints she kept leaving him. She did want to see the parts of Ylisse he wished to show her, that was certainly true… but right now, more than anything, what she wanted to see was the look in his face as he pushed her onto the bed and pinned her hands behind her head!
Her mouth opened to object and, for just a moment, she almost forced the words out, saying exactly what she wanted and where she wanted to be…
But she couldn’t. Even dressed as just a common upmarket woman, and even with everything they’d done and she’d already said, even as her pussy thrummed with desire and her body ached to be held, she still couldn’t openly say such things around, not outside, not with people all around them!
…The moment passed and she simply nodded instead, quelling the heat between her legs with the love in her chest.
“Of course. So long as I am with you, I am overjoyed.”
And so, matching his smile with her own, Say’ri allowed herself to be led on. They walked far away from the heart of the city and through the rich eastern districts, past the expensive housing and the quiet, perfectly maintained avenues, away from the small works of art that dotted the streets and under the floral covered arches that seemed to be in vogue in this region. On and on until she’d long since lost her way, and until she found herself walking hand in hand with Robin down a cobblestone path that opened up to an enormous park.
“Aye, ‘tis beautiful indeed.” She murmured, turning her head from one sight to the next as she drank in the wonderfully maintained foliage, the rows of hedges topped high with decorative shapes, and the carefully maintained waterway that sloughed lazily through the heart of the fields, all limned soft in the evening twilight and all holding a quiet, naturally ephemeral beauty in the quiet evening.
Just as Robin had said, the park was almost entirely deserted at this time and so, with the hustle of the city some distance behind them and Say’ri’s hand held warmly in his own, the Tactician’s voice seemed to fill the very air around them as he spoke quietly about the location’s history- apparently something he’d been told this very morning- the battles fought in the region, the victories gained and the trees planted in commemoration of a hard-won peace.
Still soaked in the daze that’d enveloped her most of the day, Say’ri was far from her most alert to begin with. And the soft, intimate atmosphere swiftly swept her up, to the point that she only noticed that Robin had led her a good distance from the main path and to a small clearing when he suddenly stopped in place, and directed her attention to the massive tree now towering overhead.
“Ah, here we are.”
“Aye?” she answered, leaning back to take in the sight, “’Tis magnificent indeed. This is what you wished to show me-Ah! Hhh, mmmMMMMmph!”
Without warning or hesitation, she was abruptly turned around and pressed forcefully into the trunk of the tree. Robin’s hands were firm around her waist and his lips hot upon her own. Moaning immediately, Say’ri’s mouth opened instantly to his own and her tongue met his with even more excitement than usual. The temptation to simply melt into his embrace was almost overpowering, it was only the surprise of being so suddenly held in such a public place that sparked her senses and retainer her rationality.
Even so, there wasn’t even a shred of desire within her to resist and it was a handful of very long minutes later before she broke their kiss.
“R-Robin… M-My love! Fie! You are impatient! If you are like this th-then, let us hurry back to our hotel!”
By now the Tactician’s body was pressed flush against hers, and her back was pushed up against the tree. Offering her nothing more than a sly smile in response, his lips moved to her bare neck and his hands slid up along her naked thighs, pushing the hem of dress further up over her hips.
“F-F-Fie! I-I understand! Believe me, my feelings are the same, I-I have been…” losing track of her thoughts, Say’ri tossed her head back as she felt his kisses trail down her neck and his hands slide up her thighs. A hot shiver ran up her spine as the dress was rolled up over her waist and her bare pussy was exposed -hot and wet- openly to the night air. Somehow her trembling fingers lacked the strength to pull her dress back down, and all she could do was clench her hands atop his, “This whole day, I have, nhgh, I have yearned for your touch. I fault not your impatience, fo-for I share it too. So, so, let us hurry back to our hotel a-and, nnhhaa, Robin, let us return and let nothing stand between us!”
“Say’ri,” Robin sighed playfully, speaking even as he pressed kisses right along her collar and even as she trembled against him, “My love, you misunderstand. This is what I wanted to show you.”
His hands slid now slowly up along her side and his waist pressed in firmly against her own, letting her feel the full, forceful presence of his cock straining at his pants, grinding against her exposed entrance.
“A-A-Aye?”
The shaft that had dominated so much of her mental faculties all afternoon was now being held right against her. Even if she’d wanted to resist, there was no way she could have prevented her body from moving against it. Her mind shuddered and she rolled her hips into him. This was what she’d longed for! She wanted to feel it more, harder, stronger!
Losing the scraps of her loosely held composure, a heavy moan fell unbidden from her lips and filled the quiet night air. And then a second and third, even louder and happier, as her lover slid the top of her dress smoothly down her body and her massive, heaving breasts fell directly into the Tactician’s skilled hands. Her face burned red with shame at being undressed in public like this and her head spun with confusion, still not entirely sure what was happening, but still she would never have dreamed of resisting- it felt too good. Just the sensation of his hands wrapping so securely around her chest was enough to leave her legs feeling weak and her body begging for more.
“This is a native Ylissean oak,” Robin explained calmly, his words punctuated by the kisses he continued trailing all along her collar, and each word echoed by the Empress’s moans as she squirmed shamefully-happily, under his ministrations, “The same one I mentioned just before, that was planted at the end of the Three Mountains War, it’s a symbol of this region’s peace and it has endured ever since. Almost two hundred years now.”
Say’ri’s vision flickered white as his fingertips rolled easily atop her rock-hard nipples, stroking and pinching them in exactly the way he’d learned to use to drive her insane, “I-I-I see…” Her legs quaked, the strength in them fading against the shivers running down her spine and the bliss pulsing from between her legs as she rolled herself against his waist. Her breath came in ragged pants and she found herself leaning harder against the tree behind her just to stay upright as her pussy pulsed and yet another small, rising orgasm flowed through her. It was both mortifying and wonderful just how skilled Robin had become at toying with her. More than anything else, it made her want to redouble her own efforts to learn his desires and it made her eternally grateful that he was the man who’d captured her heart.
They were alone for now, but anyone could still come at any time. She knew that perfectly well, but she was fast forgetting why she cared.
“You told me about the future you wanted, about your dream,” Robin continued, breathing the words across her flushed skin, “You told me how you wished for us to joined beneath a Cherry Tree… Well, no matter how hard I looked, I couldn’t find anything like that at all in Ylisse, so that’ll have to wait until I can visit your homeland.”
His hands kneaded and rolled even stronger across her massive breasts now, driving a heavier orgasm from the overwhelmed Empress as he teased and squeezed her sensitive mounds with enough confidence to steal the last of the strength from her legs.
“But for now, we’re standing beneath a mighty Ylissean oak, an important symbol of resilience and resolve both in this region and in the Halidom as a whole. It’s a native tree, one that bears the name of our country itself, you must have seen it’s even on our coat of arms… I can’t make your dream come true, my love, not yet. But to be joined under an Ylissean oak surely holds just the same meaning as a cherry tree in Chon’sin.”
Say’ri gasped, and then gasped again when Robin abruptly released her and took a step back. A heady, needy moan fell desperately from her lips as she slumped weakly backwards against the trunk, her chest heaving in racing pants as she stared up at him, her heart pounding in her chest and face blazing crimson.
The fact that he’d thought so deeply about her words was enough to fill her soul with happiness, but the fact that he’d toyed with her so easily made the aching need between her legs even worse than it had been before. Say’ri was sure that Robin must want her as badly as she wanted him, but she also knew that if he tested her, she would immediately give in. No matter how strong she sometimes pretended to be, her body knew far, far too well, the blissful pleasure of surrendering to his will.
This wasn’t at all what she’d meant when she’d talked about being joined with him. But surely, he knew that already, that wasn’t important. This was no different to all the other times he’d pressed her so far during their trip, where he’d made her acknowledge what it was she wanted now.
“Robin…”
Even despite all she’d done, and all she wanted to do, her mind still quivered at the reality. Were the really going to do it? Right here? They were going to make love right out in the open, in a slightly secluded little clearing, where anyone could just pass by? Even knowing that Kagerou was surely keeping watch to turn any would be intruders away, the very thought of it was still almost unbelievable.
All her years of royal training, of decorum and procedure.
All thousand years of imperial dynasty that laid heavily upon her shoulders.
All the millions of citizens that looked to her.
All the solitary nights of lonely restraint and hard-fought discipline she’d suffered through.
All she’d done, all this time…
And now she was going to be fucked in the open, in public, like a common slattern.
‘No.’
Say’ri knew better than that. For whatever else she was naïve and uneducated about in matters of the bedroom, she learned fast and adapted quickly. That wasn’t what was going to happen. She knew the man she loved, she knew that look in his eyes and what he was waiting for. She needed to be honest.
She was going to beg him to fuck her in the open, in public, like a common slattern.
“Please Robin, Love… I’ve been aching for it all day. I can’t stand it… I want it, I want you… I can’t wait any longer… Please, fuck me!”
Her heart almost beat out of her chest, but there was absolutely nothing but nervous anticipation and heady desire as Say’ri pulled herself slowly up to her feet and turned around, bracing herself against the tree with her trembling hands and raised her bare ass up towards him.
“Of course.”
All her worries, all those expectations, all her needless pride and unwanted dignity, all evaporated at once the moment Robin’s hands took hold of her hips. Just as they always did.
And the night air was filled loud with her scream of joy as he plunged himself into her!
Her body rocked forwards, her hands scraping at the bark for purchase and her legs almost completely giving out. Say’ri’s vision flashed white from the second she felt his cock finally pressing against her entrance, and then all rational thought became forgotten and discarded the second she felt her walls spreading wide around his shaft.
As always, one single thrust was all it took to establish his absolute dominance over her once again. The feeling of his cock driving powerfully through her pussy left Say’ri’s world shaking, any scraps of resolve dying inch by inch as his cock speared through her, until he was pressed all the way up against her womb -pushing in and stretching her most sensitive inner walls tight around him- and she surrendered entirely.
The last vestiges of strength collapsed from the (publicly) proud Empress’s legs and she was held up entirely by Robin’s own might, as well as the powerful force of his thrusts as he immediately repeated the motion- not even giving her a second to recover from the electrifying orgasm still searing through her before slamming himself right back out and into her deepest walls once again. Clenching tight around her ass, Robin offered absolutely no mercy, his hands held her aloft at his most comfortable angle and his cock hammered into her again, and again, with so much force that within a matter of seconds, rather than bracing herself against the tree, Say’ri was simply -desperately- holding onto it.
Her oversized, oversensitive breasts swung wildly in the night air, bouncing and jolting with each thrust in a way that sent even more electric shivers running up her spine, and left her peaking even higher than ever.
And all the while, without even a hope of restraining herself, her voice rang out clear and loud and utterly shamelessly across the park. At first she gave a shriek of delighted surrender, then she sung cries of ecstasy, and soon she was moaning nothing more than his name, repeating it like a prayer as her thoughts shattered and her world was drowned in bliss.
“Robin! Robin! ‘Tis, ‘tis too good! T-Too much! Fie! I love you! Pl-nhghh, Please, ke-keep goinMMMMPPPH!?”
“Don’t you think you’re being a bit too loud? We’re in public you know.”
Jolting in abrupt shock, Say’ri was suddenly jerked right back to reality when she felt Robin’s hand reach up around her head and forcefully shove something into her mouth.
‘AH!’
Even in her lust-drunk state, it took her only a moment to realise it. She knew this feeling, this cloth, this texture and taste! It was all intimately familiar!
To shut her up, because she couldn’t help but scream out in delight when he fucked her, Robin had just gagged her with her own fundoshi. Again.
That was why he’d instructed her to hand them over to him the next day after instructing her not to wear them anymore. Not to enforce her absence of underwear, but to silence her the next time she lost control of herself in public! Her face burned hotter than ever, and her pussy coiled almost painfully tight around the thick cock inside her. She, Say’ri the Royal Princess, the swordmaster, the Empress of Chon’sin… was being fucked out in the open, where anyone could see, out of wedlock with her own underwear shoved in her mouth as a gag.
“You really love that, don’t you?” Robin scolded, not letting up his thrusts at all, even as her body almost lost all sense of itself, “But do try to have some control, otherwise word really will get back to your people about the kind of woman you really are!”
It was humiliating! So unbelievably mortifying she almost couldn’t believe it was happening to her! It was so shameful she could practically feel her entire body burning with indignation!
“MmmMMMPPHHH!”
She loved it! She loved it more than she had words to describe! She loved him! She loved this!
Screaming incoherently into her gag, Say’ri’s eyes rolled back and her vision fogged as she came so hard, she almost passed out!
As it was, drowning almost entirely in a sea of pleasure and clawing uselessly at the tree trunk she was being driven into, she just barely managed to hold onto her consciousness for another few minutes…
…Right until she felt Robin’s cock swell inside her even larger. The same incredible, intense feeling she’d experienced so many times now that her body reacted instinctively to it, tensing up in anticipation as she felt her innermost walls stretched even further open around his shaft. His cockhead slammed wonderfully, brutally against the entrance to her womb and Say’ri’s world filled with white light, shivering with anticipation for the explosion she was waiting for so desperately! Until finally, at long last, the moment she’d been aching for all day arrived, and her mind collapsed utterly under the rationality-destroying rush of heat and bliss searing through her as his cock spasmed wildly, and thick heavy ropes of his seed erupted inside her!
The Empress of Chon’sin screamed violently into the loincloth shoved into her mouth, her body giving out entirely under the surge of pleasure as she felt her womb filled entirely with his cum, felt it flooding her pussy and splashing out, down her thighs.
Her eyes rolled back, her world spun, her grip on the tree loosened completely and slowly, as she felt herself slipping downwards… everything faded to white.
…
“Ah… ha… huh?”
It was some unknowable time later before Say’ri retuned back to reality. Blinking herself out of her mind-blank daze she slowly became aware, first that Robin had removed her gag and then that, apparently without his strength holding her up, she had collapsed to a heap on the ground. With her dress still rolled up over her (now cum stained) hips and pulled down beneath her still heaving chest, she was sitting on her knees, resting back dizzily against the tree trunk.
The next thing she realised was the familiar, welcome weight of Robin’s cock -still hard, and now soaked thoroughly in her juices- resting in place, where it belonged, atop her face. As her sight slowly returned from the white fog that’d covered her eyes, the sight of his shaft swam into focus and dominated her vision. And, as she slowly became aware of the rest of her senses, the scent of his seed staining her face, as well as the soft pulsing heat across her skin left her feeling dizzy once more.
Reality slowly dawned on the happily bewildered Empress. She was sitting right now on the grass in a public park, at the feet of the man she loved, with her breasts and pussy bared openly and her body stained wonderfully with his seed as she acted as his cockrest after cumming so hard she passed out. The pulse of shameful bliss she felt at that understanding spread wonderfully through Say’ri’s already thoroughly satisfied core.
“Nghh…” her voice came slowly, feeling a little hoarse after all the screaming she’d already done, “Robin… I… I do not believe I can stand just yet.”
Aside from how happy she was just to be sitting here, recovering with his cock laid across her face, even a tentative attempt to put strength into her legs told her they were still trembling far too much to carry her yet.
She reached her hand out towards him, waiting for him to help her up, and steady her once more at his side. Instead, Robin took it in his own, and placed it around his waist.
“That’s fine,” he assured her, drawing back slowly and dragging his shaft down as he did so, pulling it across her face until it was resting in place, hard and ready, directly against her lips, “If you need some time to recover, we’ll do your training here instead then.”
The taste of his seed and her juices dipped into her mouth as she panted for breath, and the surge of happy humiliation ran through her once more.
‘He plays with me like I am just a toy… Fie, but ‘tis all I wish for to see what, and where, we do it next…’
Moaning in quiet, delighted submission, the Empress’s mouth wrapped obediently around his shaft. And soon, the once quiet night was broken up once more as the sound of her lips slurping up and down his length filled the air.
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All the next several pages of Kagerou’s diary had been torn out.
Around the edges of the pages small scratches of attempted drawings could still be made out, but they had all been mercilessly torn out as the ninja second guessed herself.
Nothing more could be seen.
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“Ho, good morning Kagerou,” Say’ri called out pleasantly, looking up from her meal to the unexpected sight of her retainer stumbling awkwardly as the ninja shuffled slowly down the stairs for breakfast, rather than simply flitting through the shadows like usual.
Having been fucked happily into oblivion once again the previous night, the Empress was still basking happily in the warm afterglow.
“Fie, you’re walking rather stiffly today?” she noted, raising an eyebrow in surprise at the sight of the athletic woman holding onto the handrail as she walked gingerly, almost bow-legged, down the stairs, “Is there something wrong? Are you hurt?”
“N-Nay, my lady,” the ninja flushed, averting her gaze, “I was like this when I woke up, it seems I have yet to fully accustom to the beds of this country, I must have slept awkwardly. I-I am sure it will pass soon.”
“Mmm, well take it easy today,” Robin hummed from his own seat beside Say’ri, “We won’t be leaving till tomorrow, so you’ve got time to relax.”
“A-Ah,” at the Tactician’s words, Kagerou stiffened, the flush on her cheeks shining brighter for a second before she abruptly bent over at the waist, her massive chest bouncing notably in the air as she dropped into a deep bow, “Sir Ro- er, Robin… I, that is… I wished to convey my thanks, for last night. It shall not be forgotten.”
“Oh course,” he laughed lightly, waving away her appreciation with a small gesture.
“Aye?” frowning in mild confusion, Say’ri peered curiously at her two companions. They’d certainly become far more friendly over the course of this trip, lately Robin had been talking to Kagerou as comfortably as he had been with her, but this was the first time she’d actually felt left out from something, ‘’Twould seem there was something amiss after all?”
“Ah, it’s nothing like that, I was just helping her handle something she’d been worried about. She’s just too embarrassed about to be honest,” Robin shrugged her question off just as simply, leaning over and instead capturing her attention entirely with his gaze. Dropping his voice, he spoke with a cheeky, conspiratorial tone, “You know how she is; she’s always trying to be a flawless, ideal servant in her duties to you, so she gets too worked up about it.”
“S-Sir Robin! Pray, do not talk a-about me in such a manner to Lady Say’ri!”
“See?” Robin laughed, earning an equal smile from the Empress at her retainer’s expense, before sitting back straight up and adopting a serious expression, “Anyway, now that we’re all her, I wanted to talk about our plans for today. Well, I guess we can wait a little while if Kagerou needs to sort out her sleeping position or something… but, there’s a small temple nearby I’ve been told about that I think would be worth a visit. It’s meant to be mostly just a ruin these days, but it should still make for quite a sight, I think it’d be fun to check out- and if we leave early enough, we can probably have the whole place to ourselves.
Held by his gaze and by the smile on his lips, Say’ri swallowed heavily. The rest of this morning’s conversation was forgotten immediately as she focussed on exactly what he was suggesting. The whole place to themselves… it wasn’t hard to guess that Robin wasn’t simply proposing that it may make for interesting exploring. She could vividly picture how the two of them would be spending their time.
“A… A temple? Nay, an ancient ruin…”
A small pang of nervousness rose at the thought, but it was swiftly drowned by a heavy throb of lust. She could already feel her body heating up at the thought.
“A-A sound suggestion then. ‘Twould be prudent to avoid crowds if we’re able, they will only slow us down.”
“Oh! Oh, sorry, I guess I wasn’t very clear there was I? I’m not interested at all in the temple, I just thought it’d be somewhere interesting to take you, somewhere we could be alone,” Robin made a show of sitting back in surprise at her response, before breaking into a bright smile as he nonchalantly offered an unnecessary explanation, “I thought it would be a fun place to fuck you. Don’t you think that sounds fun, heading out to some ruins and having sex while we hide away by ourselves?”
They were sitting right in the middle of the dining hall of the inn they were currently lodging with, surrounded on all sides by other patrons eating their breakfast. He spoke in a calm, quiet conversational tone and his voice didn’t carry, but to have his already obvious intentions spoken aloud for anyone to hear sent Say’ri reeling all the same.
“R-R-Robin!”
Blushing red, she shook her hands in a panic, trying uselessly to wave him to wave him to silence.
But she was smiling excitedly all the same.
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The next few entries in Kagerou’s diary were varied, but with a singular recurring theme.
The pictures showed her respect towards and friendship with Robin as this trip had allowed them the chance to grow closer.
They showed her happiness and satisfaction in seeing Say’ri enjoy herself with a level of open honesty she had never before seen from the woman.
And entwined in each of those, they depicted her heartfelt worries that despite that, she still feared that her friend was walking down a path she may never be able to come back from.
With each passing day, the clothes Robin picked for the Empress seemed to be thinner and more revealing. And each passing day, his humiliation of her seemed to be more extreme, leaving Kagerou able to do nothing but watch silently as her mistress was fucked in a back alley, as she rode atop his lap in the secluded corridor of a historic ruin, or as she serviced him on her knees right behind a busy shopping centre. Even their simple everyday routine had somehow been twisted- When they were in a town, they would take their meals in their hotel-room, with her and Robin eating together while Say’ri sat under the table working the Tactician’s cock. And when they were on the road, rather than using their tent, the Empress was now fucked unconscious in the open air beside the campfire each night they camped out.
Perhaps, as the drawings suggested, this was simply a servant’s unfounded worries. The whole purpose of this trip was to serve as a moratorium from her duties as Empress, and -as Kagerou had been informed- Say’ri fully intended to return to Chon’sin carrying Robin’s child, there was surely no more certain way to go about that than what they were currently doing.
Even so, as her loyal aide, she still couldn’t help but depict her deepening concerns for the sake of her Empress’s heart. With both of them having expected this trip to be largely fruitless and likely painful, aside from her intentions to be re-united with the Tactician, the only other thing Say’ri had mentioned prior to their arrival had been a desire to see the holy Mount Prism, under a now peaceful context…
…But when they had instead learned that unseasonal rains had washed out the roads, Say’ri had barely seemed to worry for longer than it had taken Robin to throw her over the nearest hard surface. The three days the Empress had put aside specifically for visiting the holy landmark had instead been spent screaming her heart out in the Tactician’s bed, and then they’d headed north towards Ferox like nothing had happened.
Mixed in with all this was Kagerou’s own guilt at doing nothing to prevent any of this. Even if she wanted to, she couldn’t. Because she understood. As a woman, she understood, no matter how wrong this may seem, it was exactly what Say’ri wanted.
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Shuffling awkwardly in place, Say’ri fretted silently as she looked out the window. It was almost mid-afternoon, which meant she was almost out of time.
“Fie…”
Ever since that night in the park where Robin had trained her to enjoy having sex with him in public, he’d set a strict requirement on her. Rather than leaving it till late at night, or early morning, her blowjob training now took place every day in the middle of the afternoon, regardless of where they were, or what they were doing- If they were travelling between towns, she would suck him off on the side of the road. If they were visiting town, she would pull him away to a secluded alleyway or quiet spot. If they were shopping, then she would hide behind whatever market stalls or cover she could find. Robin had told her very firmly that if she missed her training, she wouldn’t have another chance to taste his cock for the rest of the day.
Say’ri was both by nature and by habit a diligent person. While she’d gained more than enough confidence in servicing her lover that she no longer needed the “training”, she knew very well from her lifetime of studying the swordsmanship that true mastery came only after tireless practice. And so, she had been faithfully practicing with Robin’s cock just as diligently as she ever had with her sword.
She had no intention of testing just how serious Robin was about his threat, she had steadfastly refused to miss even a single day of training so far. Even just from a purely practical perspective, with how accustomed she’d come to the nights she’d spent with the Tactician, she doubted she’d be able to sleep properly anymore without at least one load of his seed filling her stomach. Of course, the Tactician hadn’t made it easy on her, and she’d continually been shocked at just how bold she’d become in dragging him away to be with her, or simply offering her mouth up when they had even a few moments of privacy. These days, whether they were in a temple-ruins, a forest path or an open field, the location she was to swallow his cock in barely registered anymore, all that mattered was that she was able to find a place to do so.
Not that either would be a problem at all today. That wasn’t what had her fretting. Their group had spent the entire day so far relaxing in another of the few modest city inns that had made for a pleasant rarity through their trip. Right now, Robin was only a few metres away from her, engrossed in a conversation with Kagerou.
Even that would be no problem in and of itself. By now she was well accustomed to her retainer witnessing her like this, it barely registered anymore that there was a time in her life where she would have been mortified to have Kagerou openly witnessing her servicing Robin’s cock. Recently in their travels, they had been taking advantage of the warm weather to forgo their tent entirely and simply make love under the night sky in a bedroll right beside the campfire and barely any further away from the ninja than Say’ri was standing now. It would be no matter at all for her to simply slip under the table and get to work while the two of them continued their conversation, she’d done so enough times already that she doubted the conversation would even pause.
The problem today, what left the Empress stuck standing on the spot, watching anxiously as the sun rose higher in the sky, was that today she had a request- a thought and an idea that’d been stewing within the back of her mind and the depths of her heart for days now, teasing and toying with her until her doubts were eclipsed and she felt as if she wanted nothing more than to finally give it voice!
But watching Kagerou and Robin, two people she cherished greatly, talking so happily together, she couldn’t help but dither. It was a difficult thing to interrupt them like this, especially when they’d been so distant during the first days of this trip, when all Kagerou had been focussed on was her, and when there’d still been that chilly gulf between her and the Tactician. Unlike her and Robin’s past, the two of them had never interacted a great deal during the wars, so to see them now so close and so friendly, Say’ri was loathe to get in their way, even a little. She of all people knew how lonely the world could be when your life consisted of nothing but the rigidity of your duty. Even so, she knew she was being ridiculous, and that her priorities were misaligned- she couldn’t simply wait until their conversation was finished; to ask so brazenly request a favour of Robin at a time when he would already be expecting his cock to be sheathed down her throat would have been the height of impertinence! Say’ri had been raised with all the dignity and bearing of a true Chon’sin royal, she knew far better than that.
Even so, she fretted. Time only marched on… and in the end, there was nothing to do but swallow her regrets and move forwards.
“Robin, my love,” she spoke up, catching his attention as she interrupted the conversation to join them at the same table, “Before we begin today’s session-”
“Before you swallow my cock.” He corrected gently.
“A-Aye, before I swallow your cock… There is something I would ask of you. A request I would make, as your lover.”
Catching the look in her eyes, his mood immediately sharpened and his laidback expression slipped away as he sat up straight, “Of course. Kagerou, would you mind?”
“Yes, of course,” the ninja echoed, sliding to her feet and tipping her head politely towards her two companions, “Let’s continue this later. Robin, my Lady.”
And with no more than a shimmer, the busty kunoichi was gone, and they were immediately alone. Or, at least, as alone as you could be with an elite shinobi surely positioned somewhere nearby outside the room.
“A-Ah, f-fie,” Say’ri stammered, suddenly caught off guard, surprised both that Robin had dismissed her servant and that Kagerou had listened to him, “’Tis not as if I cannot speak it in her presence. I have become… somewhat accustomed to such things.”
“Well, all the same, it looked like this was something important you wanted to discuss. So, I thought you’d prefer if it was a little more intimate.”
He reached for her hand and she clasped it with a grateful smile. It was a simple gesture, unnecessary by any logic, but it was also a meaningful one- despite all they’d done recently and all the new desires that she’d awakened to, there was far more to their relationship than simply revelling in her degradation. This was the man she loved, and the man who loved her, what was important to her was important to him as well. That alone confirmed the answer she’d already come to and the small traces of nervousness still within her slowly faded.
“’Tis something that has been on my mind for some time now, something I have oft wished for, for… for many years. Fie… I had always intended to ask this on my wedding night, as a celebration of being joined with you, of acknowledgement that our bond would last the rest of our lives… But… But, now I am aware that we shall not be wed, a-and th-that, that when this trip is over, it may be some time before we see each other again…”
The words were painful and only slowly voiced, but they came out without doubt as she faced him fearlessly, forcing herself to be as honest and open as he’d taught her to be.
“Say’ri…”
“Tell me, Robin… have you ever heard of bukkake?”
He blinked.
“…Bukkake?”
“Aye. ‘Tis as a Chon’sin tradition, one for married couples. To describe it simply… the woman kneels before her husband and he gives a show of pleasure, covering her with his love.”
“That’s, ah, that’s not exactly how I’d hea-… Er… covers her with his love?”
Her cheeks flushed a warm pink and she resisted the urge to squirm in place, “A-Aye, I… Fie! Robin! ‘Tis to say, I mean that quite literally!”
Robin processed what he was being told, and the specific interpretation of what he was being told for some seconds, making sense of it in his mind as much as he was able.
“…You want me to cum on your face?”
“F-Fie! T-To put it so bluntly! I, ah, ‘tis truly not a part of your custom then? Then, then, ah, it must seem a strange suggestion, pl-lease, think naught of it, I sha-”
Her squeezed her hand, cutting her off just as her heart had sunk into her stomach and right as she’d been about to pull away, “No it’s… It’s not something I’m familiar with, but it’s hardly any stranger than anything else we’ve done so far. I don’t mind, honestly. I was just surprised… I hadn’t expected something like that from you.”
She laughed, both a little nervous and a little relieved, “Aye… ‘Tis not a custom spoken oft. ‘Twas never once mentioned to me in any of my lessons, or my classes. In fact, ‘twas only by pure chance I heard about it as a young girl, when I chanced upon two of our Palace handmaidens talking about my mother- about how she so dearly loved being covered in my father’s love.”
Say’ri’s voice caught slightly at the recollection, even now, it was hard to think of her parents in such a manner, “They were always such a perfect couple, so serious and controlled, composed and regal, they were the very picture of royal dignity I had always aspired towards. So, to hear something like that, to imagine my mother was so openly expressive in private, ‘twas more than I could even picture! So, I ran out and begged them to explain… And, and… such has been my dream ever since! ‘Tis beautiful, is it not? That a man and woman could share such a purely physical expression of affection, something even more than words can say.”
Her description seemed to have taken Robin aback, because a range of difficult expressions flashed across his face, “Y-Yeah, that must be it…”
“Then, then know Robin that I have always known that the love I wish to cover me is yours alone.”
“Of course. And it’s the same for me, if I was going to cover anyone, I’d… Well, I suppose it’s not right to respond with words now, is it? Fine, okay, come then, Say’ri! I’ll show you just how serious I am about you!”
“A-Aye! Please do!”
Rising from his seat, Robin urged her back to her knees, till she was sitting obediently in place before him as he unsheathed his cock for her once again, letting it tower atop her face without delay. Say’ri slid immediately into action, dragging kisses up along the full heft of his shaft as she wrapped her arms around his waist and her lips around his cockhead.
With a delighted hum, she bobbed her mouth along his length, pulling him smoothly into her throat with practiced motions, moaning and shivering until the full length was finally buried warm and wet within her.
Placing his hands atop her head as her mouth began sliding up and down along his shaft, Robin couldn’t help but breath out a heady moan. It was impressive just how far Say’ri had come in just under a week of practice, already she could swallow his entire shaft with barely any difficulty, and the way she twisted and turned her lips around his length, or the skill she’d gained in stroking her tongue along his undercarriage as she went was easily on par with Olivia or Lissa.
Watching the dignified, noble swordswoman he loved and had respected for so long now sitting on her knees beneath him and holding tight to his waist as she dragged her lips all the way to the very base of his shaft was not a sight he thought would ever grow tired of. And it only added to the fast-rising ecstasy building within him with each time she sank forwards, teasing him with her tongue, stroking him with her lips, or squeezing him with her throat.
“Tha-That’s… That’s good!”
He couldn’t hold back his voice, or restrain the shivers running up his spine.
Say’ri had been giving him almost masterclass level blowjobs for some days now, he’d thought he was used to her wonderful ministrations.
But this was different! Right now, it felt better than ever! It was more intense than anything he’d ever known from the swordswoman! Breath racing and knees buckling, Robin found himself leaning over to brace himself as his voice came out in a low moan and as the Empress’s throat glided all the way along his length once more! Sitting on her knees before him and clinging to tightly around him, Say’ri was servicing Robin’s cock with everything she had, every bit of skill he’d trained in her as well as all the overflowing affection and adoration she now longer hid!
No doubt, this was just how she’d envisioned her wedding night.
It was the very picture of a blushing bride showing her devotion towards her new groom.
Losing himself to the sensations, Robin could halfway picture that very scene- He would be dressed up in the finest of Chon’sin style kimono with Say’ri kneeling in her perfectly presented wedding gown. Shut up privately in the imperial bedroom, the floor would be thick tatami mats and all around them would be the quality cushions, furniture and decorations. It felt almost impossibly far from where they stood right now, but somehow this small picture of wedded bliss left his heart pounding in a way he’d never imagined!
His voice rang out unrestrained around the room And, drowning in happiness just a great as his, Say’ri’s muffled moans echoed out in delighted unison.
The bridal service was utterly overwhelming, and in just over a half score of minutes later, with a half-choked gasp ringing out higher than ever, Robin abruptly pulled himself back, stumbling a half step away from where Say’ri’s lips had been pursed so tightly around his cock that it slipped out with an echoing pop! One hand remained atop her head, tugging her face up towards him, and the other flew immediately to his cock holding it in place directly before her, pulsing in the air for just a moment, just millimetres from her delighted expression!
Delighting happily in the sensation of having her head held so roughly in place, Say’ri’s face was practically glowing in eager anticipation as she looked towards him.
“Please!”
Rope after rope of hot, heavy seed landed across her blissful expression, each one drawing a higher, louder and ever more delighted cry from the would-be-bride. Her body thrummed with joy as she felt his load splashing across her face, over her cheeks, into her open mouth, sealing both her eyes and all the way down her chin, till his essence was dripping down and pooling over her heaving breasts.
Sitting on her knees looking up towards him, Robin’s seed seemed to cover every inch of her face; it landed warm and heavily across her skin, it slid in thick rivers down her cheeks, dripped down her neck and left her feeling as if every one of her sense was utterly overwhelmed with him. As if she had been covered entirely in his love.
By the time the last load had landed across her face, Say’ri had cum so much and so violently her head was spinning.
The submission and adoration entwined within her, and she knew the only time she’d ever been this happy had been their first night together. Then she’d become his woman and now it was as if she’d become his bride.
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The last picture Kagerou drew during their journey around Ylisse showed neither her thoughts nor her feelings on her mistress’s actions, but instead a scene that she’d seen in a dream that had remained stuck in her mind ever since.
It depicted Robin acting in the role she knew Say’ri wished for him- dressed up in the epitome of Chon’sin finery and sitting on the Imperial throne as her co-ruler, staring down imperiously at all before him.
Kagerou was standing dutifully in place, at the ready, behind the throne along with all the other royal retainers.
And yet, in the picture the ninja drew and in the vision she’d seen, the matching throne to Robin’s left sat empty. Because, rather than sitting at his side, the Empress of Chon’sin was lounging contentedly at his feet, her head in his lap and her gaze upturned towards him.
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The final culmination of Say’ri’s training, and of her new understanding of herself, came on the last leg of their journey after made their way through the distant northern Ylissean lands and towards the port of Regna Ferox where the rest of Say’ri’s entourage would meet her.
She was sitting beside Robin in a surprisingly dilapidated bar he’d brought her to, in an otherwise unassuming town near the Ylissean border region. The hired musicians were loud and unskilled, the locals were rowdy, the lighting was dim and there was a pervading atmosphere of keeping one’s head down and minding one’s own business that filled the place. Closer to a rogue’s den than an inviting tavern, it was clear that men of all types were welcomed here and it was far from the most impressive place Robin had brought her to. Rather, Say’ri was sure it was almost certainly the worst, and the fact that they’d walked past a few far more inviting restaurants or food-halls to come here was a strange one.
None of this was made easier from the fact that the outfit he’d arranged for her today consisted of a thin black skirt that just barely reached past her hips, and an even thinner strip of cloth to tie around her chest. Trying to pretend that skirt was a modified hakama and the top something akin to sarashi wraps did little to make Say’ri feel less self-conscious. Practically her entire body was on display and there had been no shortage of attention sent her way as she’d made her way through such a seedy location.
Fittingly, perhaps, the food was bland to the point of being almost unpalatable and the ale tasted as if it had been watered down to the point of incredulousness.
Given how Robin had sought the place out, she had been sure that there must be something about it that was worth the trip, but by the time she was halfway through her meal, she was already about to ask if they should just go somewhere else instead.
“Oh?”
And just as that thought was rolling through her mind was when Robin reached to his belt and made a grand show of placing a fat coin-pouch directly onto the middle of the table. The solid clink of the coins inside served both to interrupt her thoughts and draw a few more curious glances towards their table.
Say’ri looked to him in confusion. Was that a tip for their waitress? A bribe? She’d already seen him pass a good handful of coins directly to the serving woman when they’d arrived to arrange a “private” seating- or at least as much as it had been possible to arrange one in a bar floor. In the end they’d wound up seated in a murky back corner of the room, hardly hidden but at least mostly out of the way of anyone not specifically looking towards them.
“Go on, check it.”
She did so, and just as expected, a generous sum of coins lay within, only deepening her confusion.
“Fie. Forgive me, but I don’t understand. Is this some payment to the waitress?”
“No. It’s a payment to you.”
“To me, but I-”
Robin grinned a sly smile at her, and her question as well as her confusion was cleared up by the now very familiar sound of him unbuckling his pants, followed by a soft thump she could hear hitting the underside of the table.
“I, ah… Fie!”
“The money is your payment. And, it’s also a sign to anyone who looks of exactly what you are.”
Once again, even when she’d thought she’d lived through more shame and humiliation to ever be surprised by him again, the Tactician had taken her completely off guard. Say’ri swallowed heavily as the full implication of what he was asking of her settled in her mind, she had thought she’d long since grown past asking questions of herself and just how willingly she was to debase herself… but could she really do this?
Clearly this was the entire reason Robin had brought her here, why she’d suffered through the terrible food and unwanted attention.
A grimy, seedy bar whose name she’d already forgotten in the far corner of the Ylissean Halidom, it was about as far from the silks and finery of her palace as could possibly be imagined. And she was to slink to her knees, on this ale-stained floor, and service the cock she knew was already awaiting her? Right where anyone could see her at any time? They were as far away from the bar’s main throughfare as could be arranged, as secluded as could be expected in such a place… but that was a far cry from hidden, they were barely out of sight! The coin that Robin had already paid the waitress made sense now, she and the rest of the bar-staff would turn them a blind eye, regardless of what they did, but the same could not possibly be said for any of the other patrons.
There was no hope at all that she could remain unnoticed like this, her attire had already attracted far too much attention!
They would see her, see her swallowing his cock, see the money on the table- and rather than his wife or his lover, they would all understand that she was nothing but a prostitute he had hired.
“Well? I’m certainly not paying for you to just sit there. Hurry up.”
Say’ri’s cheeks burned in shame, but there was absolutely no hiding the dizzy smile spread out openly across her lips or the wet heat throbbing from between her legs.
‘Fie! Is this not what I had already decided? I said I would be whatever he wanted of me during this trip! If he wishes me to play his whore, then…’
She bowed, lowering her head deep and ensuring Robin had a perfect view right down her generous cleavage.
“Of course, sir. Please, enjoy your meal, and just let me take care of the rest…”
And with those soft words, in full sight of anyone who cared to look, the Empress of Chon’sin slid down beneath their table and to her knees. She crawled eagerly across a sticky, ale-soaked floor and towards the cock she loved so much, all for the sake of a bag of coins. It seemed that tonight she’d sold her dignity for less than 50 gold pieces.
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“Fie… ‘Twould seem we got away with it.”
Clinging to Robin’s arm as they exited the bar into the twilit evening, Say’ri kept her eyes focussed steadfastly forwards, forcefully refusing to meet the gaze of any of the other patrons and doing her very best to ignore any of the whistles or catcalls that rang out behind her as she stumbled outside.
In the end, in the time it had taken to finish his meal (hers had been replaced with three thick loads shot down her throat, a taste she much preferred) she had been the recipient of more jeers, and raucous cries than she cared to remember. But thanks to what she guessed must have been good luck as well as the bar-staff keeping things mostly under control, no-one had directly interfered with them. In the end, just as she’d suspected, the indescribable shame had been an incredible spice to a meal Say’ri already loved, and she herself had cum more times on that dirty bar floor than she cared to imagine.
And now, with the full realisation of what she’d done and the faces of everyone who had surely been looking at her hanging in her mind as she’d made her way out, she could escape back to their hotel and never see any of those people ever agai-
“Oi!”
A sudden rough shout from behind them caught both Shepherds attention, interrupting both their conversation and their lingering afterglow. Turning, they saw a grungy-looking heavyset man stepping out of the alleyway towards them. Say’ri swallowed, she could vaguely place him as having been seated near the opposite corner of the bar from them, surrounded by a number of similarly mangy looking men. Dressed as she was and with the coins now hanging from her waist, coming face to face with someone who had clearly seen her publicly servicing her lover’s cock, she couldn’t help but freeze in place, her heart hammering in her chest and eyes going wide. It seemed her escape wasn’t going to be quite as easy as she’d hoped.
Clad in a mix of ragged leather armour and what appeared to be Ylissean soldier’s boots, the man cut an imposing figure in the otherwise peaceful town, one heightened greatly by the naked blade hanging openly from his hip. And heightened a second later by the sight of the rest of his entourage stepping out to join him, standing around the pair in a loose semicircle.
Six men, along with this apparent leader. Hardly a threat to her in her normal state… but her sword had been entrusted to Kagerou, and her ninja was nowhere to be seen. A ripple of anxiety spread up the swordmaster’s body as her muscles tensed instinctively, she had faced far worse than this more times than she could count, but caught unarmed and unaware, she was immediately left on edge.
“Saw what you were doing in there, ha, looked to me like you wanted everyone to see, huh? Showing off… well, I guess I can’t blame you with a woman like this…”
Leaning towards her, the man made an obvious show of running his eyes all over Say’ri’s bountiful curves.
“Hell of a whore you got yourself there, and from Chon’sin too if I ain’t wrong! Now ain’t that a thing? No girls like that around here, no girls like that at all… where’d you find this one?”
“…She’s my property.”
Robin’s words set another hot shiver down Say’ri’s spine, but when she looked towards her lover, she was shocked to see an uneasy grimace on the man’s face. A far cry from the usual confidence and calm he pervaded, the man who always knew what to do and whose reliability had helped calm their army through facing down even the forces of the Fell Dragon himself looked just as wary as she was. Ylisse’s greatest tactician was unarmed and caught unaware.
“That so? That so? Well then…” licking his lips, the man’s eyes practically crawled across her this time. Twisting away from his gaze, Say’ri had never felt more exposed in her entire life than she did now in this ridiculous Ylissean outfit, “Me and the boys have had a bit of a rough time of it lately, and we could use a bit of cheering up, something like that little show you put on just now.
“I can’t remember the last time I even laid eyes on a woman from Chon’sin, let alone one like this. Hah, so, seems to me that we could use her a lot more than someone like you could. Your property, huh? Well, what’s say we negotiate ownership?”
The fact that there wasn’t a single coin to be seen and that several of the men facing them already had their hands on their weapons made it perfectly clear just what kind of negotiations these were.
“H-Hey now,” Robin intoned, cautiously falling back a step as he raised his hands, “I don’t want any trouble…”
His eyes met for a second with Say’ri’s and a meaningful gaze passed between the two of them.
Unarmed or not, these men were far below their calibre. His played-up show of clear nervousness had already been enough that they hadn’t even bothered fully surrounding the pair, taking them for simply what they appeared to be, a man with far too much money showing off an ostentatious prize at the wrong place. It was a troubling situation, but not a dire one, at the very worst Robin could surely take her and flee. Or she could take action herself. Or she could call for Kagerou who was surely somewhere in the vicinity. Or-
“Let me go, and, and uh, so long as you promise to treat her well, and I’ll give her to you.”
Say’ri’s world slammed to a halt. Her jaw dropped and her gaze shifted from the men still leering at her to the diminished stature of the proud Grandmaster Tactician… who’d just surrendered her without a fight.
No.
That was what they surely thought, and indeed a laugh was already spreading across the assembled thugs. But she knew better, she understood what this truly was… he wasn’t surrendering her to them… he was offering this to her.
‘F-Fie…’
A humiliation infinitely beyond anything she had faced so far. A degradation so far outside reality that she hadn’t even considered it until this very moment. This offer was the absolute culmination of all Robin’s exploration through the desires she had discovered through this trip.
She was the Empress of Chon’sin! And… and she would be taken, be claimed, and passed around between a group of low-life thugs she’d never met before and whose names she didn’t even know. With this, rather than an act, she truly would become a whore, or perhaps even lower. The very thought of it, the sheer, unimaginable scope of left her mind jolting and her body unresponsive.
“Oh, don’t you worry!” their leader let out a deep guffaw, shoving backwards and stepping forwards to sling an arm over her shoulder, pulling her hard against him, “We’ll treat her well. We’ll treat her very well!”
Any tension remaining dissipated as the men all joined in a chorus of laughter at the Tactician being pushed away and left behind, falling into step beside their leader as Say’ri found herself urged into motion along with them, back into the mouth of the alleyway they had appeared from. The path forwards lay open before her, seeming to stretch open all around her as her feet stumbled for an instant before beginning to move automatically.
There would be no coming back from this. Not ever. Even if Robin did come to find her, or she did make her way back to Chon’sin. This was the act that would finally and truly destroy any last shards of dignity she held as Empress.
“F… Fie!”
The sheer depravity of it left her head spinning! And, as her steps matched with the brute guarding her, her breaths came-
“Huh..?”
Her breaths came lightly. With no more tension than they ever had in any of the battles or dangerous situations she’d ever found herself in. Her heart was tensed rather than pounding. Her fists were clenched at her side. And her legs were heavy and perfectly steady rather than shaking.
The degradation she was being led to was beyond words, the disgusting humiliation would be enough to sully her for the rest of her life. It was the absolute height of everything she’d loved so much throughout this trip.
And yet, Say’ri wasn’t aroused in the least.
The juices that had pooled so shamelessly across her thighs when she’d serviced Robin in the bar were completely dried up. There wasn’t even the faintest heat from between her legs. During her exile and her time with the Shepherds, she had faced bandits countless times and never once desired any of them, and she felt exactly the same now.
Her self-examination immediately crashed to a halt when she felt a rough, heavy hand suddenly reaching over and groping her chest, “Huuhu, you’ve really got a great set of tits on you, don’t ya!” the leader drooled, his hand firmly on her breast as Say’ri’s entire body jolted in shock.
Another man was touching her, a man besides Robin was laying a finger on her.
“NAY!”
Her world shuddered with almost sickening disgust and she shoved him away with a sudden scream, her voice coming out for the first time since this encounter had begun. Her body recoiled and a wave of pure revulsion washed through her.
“Nay! I-I want this not! My body belongs to Robin!”
Snorting angrily from where he’d been shoved all the way to the alley-wall, the leader’s reaction was predictable, and his men slid close along with him, “You dumb bitch! It’s too late to argue! Now shu-”
“THORON!”
A blast of searing white light along with the familiar smell of zone and charred flesh served as a quick counter to that argument.
“Ah, huh?”
Blinking her eyes clear an instant later, Say’ri looked past the twitching corpses of the men now laying strewn across the alleyway and back towards the very familiar victorious smirk on the Tactician’s face as he lowered his outstretched hand. It was better to cast magic with a tome, it was easier, it was stronger, a mage without a tome could never hope to win a proper fight. But these were just bandits and Robin was one of the most powerful mages in the world, this was far from a proper fight.
“Took you long enough,” he teased with a casual shrug, “But that worked out well, pretty much exactly as I’d hoped. Those were the Red-Fang Band from the northern mountains, or what’s left of them anyway. Sully and Frederick’s men have been keeping order in that region lately, almost wiped them out from the reports I had. We lost track of them for a while, so I suspected they’d been fleeing east, and here they are.”
His explanation washed over her like a wave, and Say’ri caught none of it as she stood there, shaking in confusion and disbelief.
“That… fie… ‘twas all a plan? You weren’t serious about… about le-letting me go?”
“Say’ri…” whispering her name, Robin drew her close, pulling her head into his shoulder and wrapping his arms comfortingly tight around her. The combination of his presence, his warmth and his strength quickly stilled her trembles and relaxed softly into his embrace, “Of course not. I love you. How could I ever give you up to anyone else? No matter the reason, I’m far too greedy for that.
“Forgive me if I scared you… I just… I wanted to show you, to help you understand yourself and your limits. I had to make sure you knew that you hadn’t changed, that no matter what you enjoy in the bedroom, that doesn’t change who you are.”
A choked sigh, slipped from her lips. As always, he saw right through her. And as always, she stumbled awkwardly for the right words to explain what he surely already knew.
“Fie… I… Fie… I had, I had wondered what would become of me, where all these games and these new desires would end, and where I would be when they did. ‘Twas a fearful thought, that this, this desire of mine-”
“Your love of being humiliated,” he filled in what she’d meant to simply imply, “The fact that you get off from being degraded, teased and used. The way you’ve found that despite all your sweet, romantic notions, you really adore being fucked.”
As always, Robin’s firm but affectionate shaming left her ears pink and waist squirming as a smile spread across her lips.
“Aye. Aye to all of that. It has all been like nothing I’ve ever felt before, overwhelming but wonderful… So, I had feared I would lose control of those desires completely, that I would lose even what I valued most.”
She sighed, wrapping her arms happily around him and squeezing him with all her might.
“But, ‘tis clear to me now. My feelings are resolved and my doubts are as wind… Robin, my love, I adore it when you degrade me, I-I go crazy when you trample my pride and I love it when you fuck me. It all drives me wild, I c-c…cum so hard I feel like I’ll lose my mind. ‘Tis a singular joy I cherish greatly. But, ‘tis only you I hold these feelings for, and only you I wish to submit to. I know for sure now- I have no desire to be demeaned by any but your hand, nor to be touched by anyone but you. You are the only man I know to see me like that, ‘twould be my wish that you are the only man to ever know these desires.”
In the end, the answer she’d arrived at was as simple as it could have possibly been. The most obvious answer that she should have known without even having to wonder.
“’Tis as you say, I haven’t changed, I am still as I was and I always shall be. To the world I am Say’ri the Phoenix, the same fearsome Empress of Chon’sin they have always known. And to you, only to you, I am yours. Your woman, your lover and your whore.”
She smiled, looking up toward him, holding his gaze as she felt all the affection and all the lust she’d been so concerned with all this time finally settle into place.
“The Empress of Chon’sin is a slut. But, my love, she is your slut. For your exclusive use only.”
Robin laughed lightly, stroking his fingers gently across her cheek, “I’m glad to hear that, I’m overjoyed, that means the world to me, my love. And… and for what it’s worth, I am sorry for the ruse. I was always going to stop you, I would never hand you over to anyone. Just, well, like I said- I thought I had to make sure you understood yourself, so I’d know you’d be fine even when you do return home.”
Leaning down, he kissed her, softly at first then stronger as she kissed back, as she re-affirmed her place in the world was in his arms.
And then he pulled back, staring into her eyes as he swore an oath, “My resolve is the same as yours. I know that for sure now, I don’t have any doubts either. I’ll never let another man lay his hands on you, I’d rather die first. I love you. I want you to be with me, to be my woman, forever.”
“R-Robin!”
Her voice came out in a choked gasp and her eyes welled up with tears, she couldn’t possibly have mistaken those words or that declaration. Even despite understanding her role and her duty to her country; even despite his own binding duty to Ylisse and to Lucina, he’d still told her to be his. It was no different to a proposal.
“Fie, I… ‘tis the same, ‘tis as I want it too!”
“Then… kneel for me.”
She did so.
Blinking in quiet confusion, Say’ri slid to her knees down on the dusty alleyway cobblestones, and watched as Robin turned away from her to instead pick through the bodies of the men he’d just dispatched.
And, she watched as he returned a moment later, having pulled open one of the bandit’s rucksacks and found exactly what it seemed he had been looking for- a thick leather collar.
Say’ri gulped. She’d never heard of this bandit group before, but it wasn’t hard to guess their type, nor the likely intended use for a collar like that. It certainly wasn’t shaped to fit around a dog or cat.
“I can’t offer you a ring, but I can give you this instead. So that, no matter what happens, or how much distance there is between us, you can always know you’re mine.”
A shiver somewhere between nervousness and exhilaration ran up her spine, and somewhere distantly in her mind she wondered just how exactly she would begin to explain something like this back home. But there was still no hesitation in Say’ri’s heart as she tilted her head back, presenting her neck towards him. And there was no holding back the soft moan that slipped from her lips as Robin wrapped the slave-collar tenderly into place around her.
“Turn down all your suitors, laugh at any suggested courtship. You belong to me now, just as I belong to you.”
The spell embedded in the material activated the moment it was fitted into place and the leather melded into itself, sealing shut around her neck in a single smooth loop. Having neither a buckle nor any fastenings, short of going at it with a saw, there was no longer any way to remove it.
“Aye! Of course!”
Kneeling obediently on a dusty side street, in an insignificant Ylissean town, dressed up in what amounted to barely a few strips of clothing, the Empress of Chon’sin was collared. And she couldn’t have been happier.
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“Nmm, haa- Robin…”
After that, Robin led her back to the hotel room and carried her gently to their bed.
Say’ri had already lost all track of how much time has passed. It, along with the rest of the world, was forgotten in the blissful haze as their bodies wrapped around one another and they made love.
His cock pushed slowly, softly into her, stretching her walls open around him with such confidant gentleness that she felt as if she was going to melt away by each passing second. Her thoughts swirled indistinctly as her rationality completely succumbed to her adoration.
“Mmm, it’s… it’s too good… it’s always too much,” she gasped, catching her breath between their kisses, before happily sealing her lips against his once more, “I love you!”
After so many days of fucking in alleyways, being taken behind buildings, or ravished all across their room, such slow and tender lovemaking was enough to leave Say’ri’s mind numb with delight. It was just the same as their first night together, except with all the skill and experience they’d gained through all the time they’d spent together since.
His cock pushed up against her womb, stretching out her most sensitive walls, and her toes curled tight in response as she squeezed herself tight around him, peaking yet again. Her breath came in heaving gasps between heated kisses and her hips shook up against his in perfect synch to the rhythm of his thrusts, showing fully just how much she’d learned from in all the times she’d spent under him like this.
The collar around her neck shifted with each of his thrusts dragged back and forth along the bed as her body rocked in time with his and acted as a wonderful reminder of their love. There was no longer any hesitation or shyness left in her, nor was she held back by pride or propriety. Say’ri squeezed her pussy tight around him each time his hips rolled forwards, she clung happily to him, locking her arms around him with all her strength, she moaned his name and delighted in the heat of his body atop hers with every ounce of her being. Without any doubts or shame, all that was left was for the Phoenix of Chon’sin to revel in the ecstasy of the Ylissean Grandmaster’s love.
“S-Sayi’ri!”
“Nghh, f-fie, are you ge-getting close?” she gasped, voice hitching as his cockhead kissed once more against her womb, “Mngh, pl-please, go ahead… I want to feel you!”
Of course, by now she was perfectly adept at telling when the man she adored was getting close. Along their journey together, she’d felt him unload inside her more times than she could even count. She could recognise his fast-building peak practically from every pulse and shake of his shaft inside her, and even more intensely from the way she felt his length swelling thicker, stretching her pussy even tighter around him.
Her entire body heated up in reaction, flushing in anticipation and squeezing tight around him! Breaking their kiss, her tongue hung from her mouth and a trickle of drool ran down her chin as another orgasm built within her, purely from her eagerness to accept every drop of his seed!
Which was why she was so shocked when Robin suddenly slipped backwards and pulled himself completely out of her!
“Ah!?”
Eyes wide in surprise, that single moment of bewilderment and disappointment was immediately blown away by a new rush of delight when Say’ri felt Robin abruptly shift up the length of her body, grabbing onto her head to pull her towards him and holding his shaft in place, just millimetres from her face!”
“HHHHHHHHAAANNNNNNNnnmmmmm!”
Realisation hit her at just the same time as the first hot rope of his essence, and the Empress’s body jolted both in shock and joy! Shivering and panting, moaning and squirming, her hands clung to his legs and her body arched into the air as blast after blast of his thick, viscous cum splashed heavily across her face. Her voice cried out in gasps and her world flashed white as her eyes were sealed shut, and Say’ri came violently hard, again and again!
Her face was painted thoroughly with his load.
Her senses were filled entirely with his essence.
Thick streams of cum coated her face, running in rivers across her chin, down her neck and seemingly pooling all around her.
Once again, she was covered utterly in Robin’s love.
…
It was some unknowable time later before they each regained themselves after that, lying side by side in bed, their chests still pumping lightly as their racing breath returned to normal. By now Say’ri had scooped most of his cum into her mouth, and licked her fingers thoroughly clean to boot.
“Fie! Robin, as ever you are a surprise and delight to me,” she purred, letting out a small laugh as she beamed happily at the man, “But, as much as I love such a gesture… I shall never bear your child like this.”
It wasn’t something they had discussed much since their first night together, but the nearer they came to Ferox the more that thought weight in her mind. The whole crux of the plan they’d formed together was for her to leave Ylisse pregnant with his heir.
“That doesn’t matter,” once again he casually dismissed her concerns. Propping himself onto his hand, he turned to her with a look of certain sincerity, “We’ve come a long way since we made that agreement, haven’t we? Far too much to ever go back.”
His hands reached out and tugged lightly on the collar around her neck, a permanent reminder of promise, and Say’ri flushed happily in response.
“After all we’ve done, I’m sure you must be pregnant,” he lied, neither mentioning the contraceptive hex he’d always maintained since that night with Tharja, nor dropping his sincerity for even a second, “But, if by some chance you’re not… then…”
Despite himself, Robin paused. Once again, he stood on the precipice of a vow that he didn’t have to make, one that would surely make his life even more complicated than it already was.
“Then, I’ll come to Chon’sin, as soon as I can. And, if that’s still what you want when I arrive, then I’ll make absolutely certain of it there. I won’t leave until we have a child together. Say’ri, I swear it. No matter what happens.”
It was a vow that would make his life more complicated. But it was also the right thing to do, for someone he cared deeply about. Because his words had never been a lie. He loved Say’ri. Not in exactly the same way he loved Lucina, but he loved her all the same, just as he loved his other women.
He couldn’t have children right now. But when this was over, when he’d finally gotten full control of himself and sorted things out with Lucina… regardless of which way things went with the Ylissean Princess, he would make right the promises he owed the women he cared for. Just as he’d sworn to do with Tharja and with Panne, if she still wanted him to, then he would give Say’ri the child she desired.
“R-Robin...” there were tears in her eyes now, “Fi…Fie… you truly have such a way of… fie…”
“That collar is proof you’re my woman. So then… here, this shall be proof of my promise now.”
So saying, Robin whispered the words to an incantation he’d read in the book Miriel had given him. A spell he’d only tried a few brief times with Olivia and Tharja, one that was meant for harmless fun between couples, but with the strength of the magic he’d gained ever since his return…
“H-Ha? Robin? Wha… ‘tis! Fie!”
Ensorcelling the spell into the tip of his finger, he traced it carefully, methodically across her stomach, over her womb. The magic spread out at his touch, flowing from his fingertip onto her and laying upon her skin like black ink.
Breathing fast in heady surprise, Say’ri watched with rapt attention as Robin engraved his own personal symbol -two concentric circles- into her skin, and then as he traced out the words beneath it.
“Property of Robin..?”
He wrote the words in clear Ylissean script, engraving them across her crotch, directly beneath where his symbol now adorned the Empress’s womb like a brand.
It was a simple cantrip, a spell that would normally last just a few minutes, until now that was all he’d ever experimented with it until now. However, with the power of his spellcrafting, it was a simple act to engrave the spell upon Say’ri with enough strength to last years.
“Hmm!”
But were just years enough? With a sudden moment of inspiration coming from somewhere in the depths of his soul, Robin sparked his magic again and this time added one final flair to the spell, a small twist that came from the knowledge of hexes and dark magic he’d learned from Tharja. The hex merged smoothly with the original cantrip and reached its final step, adding a faintly dark-purple sheen to the previously black ink.
“T-T-To declare your promise like this… You… You are certainly a bold man…”
“That I am. But, I’m also a jealous, selfish one… I can’t marry you, or even swear my loyalty to you, but I still want you to myself all the same. Even with all your obligations and all the distance that will be between us… my heart won’t budge on that…”
“Fie, you have no need to worry about such things. My heart is the same.”
“Then this spell is my promise that we’ll be together again when I come to Chon’sin, whether you’re carrying my child or not. Normally it wouldn’t last long, but I’ve added another spell of my own creation, one linked to my own magic… it will make this engraving permanent so long as you are mine. If you ever change my mind, it’ll end the moment you accept the seed of another man, otherwise it’ll remain like this, permanently.”
His hand clasped hers.
“So long as you’re fine with it, of course.”
And with that he passed the remaining fragments of the almost completed hex to her, the spell shifting from his hand to hers and a faint purple glow forming around the tip of her index finger. Obviously, even as bold and occasionally reckless as Robin sometimes was, degrading an Empress’s body was no small feat. The collar was bad enough, but he could easily imagine that something like this could cause her no end of trouble in her role.
“I understand if this is too much. I’ll keep the promise either way! I just… well, there’s no need to go this far, I… er, well, I mean, it would be on you fore-”
“Nghh, AH! Ho…hooo…”
Before he had even finished speaking, Say’ri had already pressed her hand into the engraving spreading the hex across her skin with a small moan and sealing the spell shut atop her.
“S-Say’ri!”
“F-Fie! I… I think it quite suits me, do you not?”
There was a cheeky smile on her lips and absolutely no trace of hesitation in her voice.
And so, the Empress of Chon’sin was forever branded with the symbol of Ylisse’s Grandmaster atop her womb, and the inscription “Property of Robin” directly beneath.
“But I shall hold you at your words. This shall be a promise that you shall visit me as soon as you are able, whether I am pregnant or not.”
“O-Of course! I agree, I swear it!”
They would be apart again soon, but this time the distance would feel far less lonely and it would change nothing between them.
The collar would serve as her ring.
And the brand would serve as her wedding vows.
It wasn’t at all like she’d dreamed it would be, but still everything she’d always wished for.
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The next several pages of Kagerou’s diary, that would otherwise have depicted her thoughts during the short time they spent travelling through Regna Ferox to the Western Port, were all torn completely from the diary.
There was no clue at all left behind as to their content.
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“’Twas but a short time, but ‘tis as if it was a different life entirely. I believe I shall look back on this trip for the rest of my days.”
Standing on the chilled Feroxian docks, surrounded by retainers and guardsmen at all sides as she watched the final preparations being made on the ship that would bear her home, Say’ri spoke with a quiet melancholy to the ninja standing -as ever- loyally at her side.
“After so long abroad, it shall be a relief to see Chon’sin once again milady.”
“Aye.”
The beautiful kimono she now wore, stretching all the way from her neck to her feet, made for a stark contrast to the skimpy Ylissean outfits she’d been wearing until now. But even despite once more adopting the thick, regal robes of her station, Say’ri hadn’t quite let go of her familiar speaking habits. Even if it was a meaningless gesture, some part of her insisted that while she was still in the Eastern Continent, she would simply remain a swordswoman on a holiday.
“But, ‘twas a wonderful journey… and a moratorium like I had never imagined. I shall miss it dearly, no matter how much I welcome the sights of home.”
Despite herself and despite her words, not a single trace of red dusted Say’ri’s cheeks, nor did her stoic mask betray even a hint of the emotions swirling heavily in her heart. Even the woman herself wasn’t sure if the forced composure was a result of her taking up her role as Empress before the rest of her people once again… or simply as a way of keeping her tears from spilling out as she yearned for Robin already.
The Tactician himself was standing respectfully some distance away, several meters behind her, painfully out of reach. He would see her off, as anyone would expect, but the touching words and soft farewells had already been said in private. All that was left was this act- Empress Say’ri’s dignified leavetaking from, and the grateful well wishes from her former comrade.
Glancing to her side, Say’ri frowned. A small distraction managing to centre her thoughts somewhere else while she still could.
“There is however, one thing that still concerns me.”
“My Lady?”
“Yes… I… I can’t help but notice, Kagerou, that you have taken to wearing a collar, just like mine.”
“Ah!”
The ninja’s hands flew automatically to her neck where, as of this morning, a thick leather collar identical to the one adorning the Empress’s neck was wrapped around the Kunoichi.
It certainly made for quite a sight, the two of them standing together side by side, one dressed in all the regal finery and priceless accessories befitting a monarch and the other dressed in a light battle outfit suitable for a life in the shadows… and both of them bearing the exact same leather collar, a clear mark of ownership and control, despite their stations.
By her own quiet words, Kagerou explained that she had pillaged it from the same bandits that Robin had taken Say’ri’s from, and that she had waited until now, the day of their departure before finally gathering the resolve to wear it for herself.
“Milady… I… as I understand it, you plan to explain your collar as being but an Ylissean fashion statement you’ve been fascinated by, a way that Ylissean women show their devotion to the man they love. It’s a… reasonable explanation, few in Chon’sin know anything of these lands, let alone their customs. But even so, it shall be an incredible shock for the people to see their Empress collared so, m-my own heart nearly stopped when I saw you!”
Resisting the urge to chew on her lip, Say’ri nodded. There would certainly be some tension. No-one had dared raise comment yet, but she hadn’t missed the shocked glances she’d received, especially with her retainers knowing full well that she’d spent most of this trip with the Tactician. Although, thankfully, since everything following her departure with the Shepherds had been private, no-one knew that her time had been only with Robin.
“I fear that e-even your untouchable reputation may be dented from this. And so, I have resolved to return likewise, at your side, and lend credence to your story.”
Say’ri snorted, “A fashion statement so popular it’s followed even by ninja? Hmph, very well…”
The explanation was clear, and even logical in its own way. She could clearly see the logic behind what Kagerou was saying and, of course, the trust she had in her retainer was practically unshakable. She had been the one Say’ri had chosen to stay at her side through this trip, the one who’d seen every single shameful side of her throughout.
But even so, her heart remained unsettled, and she found she couldn’t quite let it go!
With her close proximity they’d lived in these past weeks, she couldn’t have helped but notice that her ninja had been acting a little different lately. A little more personable, a little more open and she had clearly become far more comfortable with Robin’s company throughout their travels. That was expected, of course, rather it was something Say’ri had hoped for, something she had been glad to see… right up until her own ninja was wearing the exact same symbol of ownership as her!
Now, her happiness at the bond she’d seen form between two people she cherished became instead marked with suspicion…
“Kagerou, lift your shirt.”
“M-M-My lady!?”
“Your shirt, show me.”
“R-Right here? Sh-Shall we not wait un-”
“Do you refuse?”
The Empress’s face betrayed not even a flicker of emotion, but her voice was firm, brooking not even a trace of leniency.
“Of, of course not.”
Swallowing visibly. Kagerou straightened herself up and tugged carefully at her clothes. The guard around her waist was undone and laid aside, and then, with her face flushing red in shame, Kagerou pulled up the bottom sash of her battle-dress, opening it enough to clearly show off her waist and stomach…
…Displaying a clean, white fundoshi, deliciously round hips with a nicely trim waist and a highly toned but otherwise completely normal abdomen. Exactly as anyone could expect.
“I see,” Say’ri nodded, turning away as she forcefully fought back her own responding blush at the mistake, suddenly feeling very silly for her unfounded accusation, “You have my apologies. ‘Twas simply…”
“Pray, think nothing of it,” Kagerou shook the words away as she swiftly tugged her clothing back into place, “I live at your command.”
“Fie… ‘tis actually, there is one more thing I would ask of you before we depart…”
Falling back into normal conversation with her Empress, it took every ounce of Kagerou’s ninja training to prevent the shiver that threatened to run up her spine, and just as much perilous effort to hide the hitch in her breathing after the accusation. Desperately forcing herself calm and focussing her attention on Say’ri’s instructions, the collar around her neck felt as much a guilty weight as it was a comforting presence.
Kagerou’s stomach was, as Say’ri had seen, completely normal…
…However, if Say’ri had pressed a little harder, if she’d somehow had the foresight to instead ask to see the Kunoichi’s round ass, she would have found exactly the symbol she had been looking for, as well as the words “Property of Robin” engraved there in the same black ink, with the same dark-purple highlight as her own.
And so, with the suspicions cleared the conversation drifted back to normal and, standing side by side, the two women talked about the future, what was next and what was to come.
All the while staring out at the same ocean.
With the same collar around their necks.
And the same man’s seed trickling down their legs.
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A/N: And with that, I finally, mostly bring to close my super self-indulgent “Here’s a whole lot of Say’ri!” chapters. I know she’s not super popular, but I like her a lot and I hope that even if you’re not as keen on her, then you still found it fun watching her complete fall into (a kind) depravity. I imagine most of you figured out pretty quick what was going on with Kagerou through her scenes, and you can look forward to a full showcase of those moments through the next chapter as well as a catch up on what we’ve been missing in Ylisstol. And after that it’ll be time to re-unite with our friends in Ferox and see if Lissa really was serious when she mentioned dressing up for the occasion.
You may have noted at the start that Say’ri and Lucina were both much more comfortable with each other than in the previous chapter. This is meant to be a bit of poetic irony, they both think that they’re the one with Robin, so there’s no reason to compete. Previously Lucina felt territorial about Say’ri, but now Say’ri is comfortable that Robin’s with her, so she’s not setting Lucina off, and they both rekindled their friendship properly during the drinking session last time anyway. So everyone’s all good friends and behind the scenes is even more of Robin’s lies and deceit! Mostly for a good cause? Kind’a!?
I’ll apologise again for how long this chapter took. I really don’t have any real excuses, I was busy over Christmas and had less time than expected, as well as various work engagements throughout Jan/Feb getting in the way, but it still shouldn’t have taken anywhere near this long. I kept saying I was chipping away at it, so I guess I’ll try chip away faster next time. Here’s hoping!
In other news, if you're interested in hanging out with me and/or some of the other great FE Lewd Writers, there's a bunch of us in this Discord: discord.gg/SvxJHmsG and you're more than welcome to come hang.
Anyway, more importantly, it looks like things are getting better around the world but we’re still obviously in very turbulent times, so I hope you’re all keeping safe.
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