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Partnership	By : The_Ant_King Category: +A through F > Fire Emblem (all) > Fire Emblem (all) Views: 17189 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Tharja's heart pounded so hard that she worried it would wake him. Even if he did awaken, though, he wouldn't see anything. His tent was pitch black, the soft light of the moon unable to penetrate the magically reinforced cloth. He had been so surprised when she had offered to help him with it. Her love could be so dense sometimes.
And it was love, Tharja had accepted, that compelled her. That kept her thoughts consumed with him every waking moment. That kept her a few paces behind him all day. Although, doubtlessly to his delight, that had changed lately. He got at least four entire hours of privacy a day. He would be less pleased if he knew it was because she spent the entire night in his tent, watching him sleep. But this way was better. He got some time to himself when she went to sleep, she didn't have to put up with his whining about privacy and respect and watching him sleep was even better then spending the day with him. And not just because the latter involved a truly obscene amount of running around.
What made it so good? Tharja wondered as he turned over in his sleep, the darkness doing nothing to hide him from such a capable dark mage. It was an easy question. With just a few steps, she could be close enough to touch him. To scratch him. To lick him. To kiss and bite and caress and kick......and he couldn't do a thing to stop her. He was vulnerable in every way, exposed almost as completely as if he was lying there naked. After all, what could a layer or two of flimsy cloth do to stop her? And best of all, he had no idea. In the morning, he would wake and go about his day. Their eyes would meet and she would smile while he frowned in confusion, without a clue how close he had been to being ravaged.
The thought was too much, too good. Tharja just couldn't take it. She needed more, needed to go further. A trembling hand reached forward as she took a half step toward his sleeping form, all logic and sense screaming at her to stop, not to risk waking him, but the rest of her demanding escalation.
She found a comrpomise, the hand that had been so close to waking him finding it's way between her own legs instead. Fumbling as silently as possible, she stripped her waist bare except for the sheer bodystocking that covered everything from toes to tits, underneath which she wore nothing. The air of his tent was cool on the wet cloth over her pussy. HIs air. The air he had been breathing for hours. Air that had been inside him.
Her finger danced along her slit, finding it even wetter then a second ago. With long, gentle motions, she smeared her juices into the cloth as thoroughly as possible, pubic hair clinging to it in a sopping mass. He slept on, unaware as she rubbed herself, desperate to stay silent but picking up speed even still. Her other hand clenched in the cloth over her belly, nails scraping at her smooth stomache as the taut fabric strained all over her body, rubbing against her all over and rasping against her sensitive nipples. Forcing her audible gasps into long, deep breaths, Tharja slid her finger into her wet pussy, puling the fabric along with it.
The coarse fabric felt even better there, scraping against sensitive wet warmth. Her finger was on her clit in no time and she alternated between pulling the rough fabric against it as gently as she could and rubbing hard. Tharja's vision blurred as she bit her lip hard enough to draw blood to keep from crying out. The sudden burst of pain only brought her orgasm sooner, it's intensity pushing her over the edge as she fingered herself to his sleeping form.
Trembling legs no longer able to support her, Tharja fell to the floor where she spent the rest of the night. When dawn's light chased away the last of the darkness, she went with it.
Somehow, Tharja's absence was more worrying then her constant prescence. As much of a releif as it was to be able to bathe again, he couldn't shake the feeling that she was up to something. A spell that let her observe him from her tent? Easily possible but just as easily detected, especially with his own magical gifts. Had she found a way to avoid detection, though? Just because no one else had yet didn't mean it was impossible. There was something to be said about the motivating power of obsession, after all. If she had though.......the potential tactical applications were incredible.
Great. Now he wasn't sure whether or not he wanted an insane witch watching him in the wash. With a sigh, he put that concern aside. As troubling as her obsession with him was, he had a far bigger problem. His own obsession with her. Not a man in the army hadn't looked at her lustfully, hell, a few of the women had too. With her dark hair, compelling eyes, warped smirk, full breasts, wide hips and ivory skin well displayed by an outfit that surely counted as lingirie physical attraction was to be expected. But there was no denying it had become more then merely an acknowledgment of her physical beauty. It had become a constant, boiling need for her. Constant exposure should have reduced the effects, but instead it had enhanced them.If only he could act on it. Sate his urges, accept the offer in those dark, mysterious eyes. Get her out of his system. As it was, he couldn't keep her off his mind, especially knowing how welcome she would find his attention.
And there was the problem. Casual sex was great. Casual sex with a dark mage who has a warped obsession with you another, far more dangerous, thing entirely. Long term, it would only feed her obsession. Condemn him to a lifetime of her affections as she gradually escalated. Short term, he was likely to wake up bound and gagged on a ship headed to a deserted island.
No, acting on his desires would not end well. But until she tired of her stalking, they weren't going anywhere. He didn't have any choice other then to grit his teeth and bear it.
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