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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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Tharja – A Dark Mage’s Love
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Authors Note: And so we finally get some answers, eventually. This chapter’s a little longer than the previous ones, and may come with a few surprises.
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Tharja was a close friend and trusted ally, someone who stood by Robin’s side throughout all challenges. But, she also served him as a reminder, of his weakness, his humanity, and most importantly, his vow to himself.
When the whole world sung his praises, she was walking proof that the Grandmaster of Ylisse, the Plegian Nemesis, the Hero of Valm was ultimately but a man.
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She was awake still, of course. Sitting at her desk, bathed in dim candlelight.
He watched as she turned, face flushed and eyes wide as she looked in disbelief from her scrying bowl to where he stood in the entrance of her room.
Just as he’d expected.
He’d long assumed Tharja spied on his time with Lucina. It wasn’t anything they’d ever talked about, but he’d seen more than enough evidence of short-distance scrying components during the last war, and given her personality, it hadn’t been a difficult conclusion to reach.
That he’d never brought it up –and so, tacitly allowed it— had been his concession towards her and the loyalty of her feelings towards him.
Somehow, it had seemed the least he could do for her, for the woman who’d stayed true to him, even after all these years. He couldn’t return her feelings, he couldn’t grant her the love she wanted. So if nothing else, he’d chosen not to deny her whatever happiness she’d gained from seeing his true love, the affection he shared with Lucina.
Gods.
And now he was here.
There was no doubt she’d seen everything. Little doubt she’d seen the entire progression of it, that she’d seen him losing his mind for months now. He’d made an allowance, to let her see his true love…and she’d instead watched him leave her, watched him every step of the way that brought him here.
It was almost enough to make him laugh.
Instead he just smirked, accepting it for the ridiculous situation it was and kicked the door shut behind him. His eyes never left hers as Tharja rose slowly from her chair, he watched as she walked unsteadily towards him, as if unable to believe what she was seeing.
Her chest heaved with shallow breaths, whether form the excitement of what she’d seen or of what she expected would happen, he couldn’t guess.
He followed her eyes as they darted below his waist. With his cloak left open he knew she could easily see his arousal straining painfully against his pants. Chest heaving, Tharja swallowed heavily, he remained silent, his reason for being here clearly displayed.
“R-Robin?” She whispered, disbelief slowly fading as she bit into her lip, wondrous excitement filling her eyes. “You’re really…you’ve finally come to me.”
It wasn’t a question.
He opened his arms. She was against him within a heartbeat, falling into his open arms and wrapping herself tightly around him, her soft lips parted against his as he leaned to meet her, pushing all other thought from her world as he drew her into a deep kiss.
Feeling her shudder at his touch, Robin pressed his tongue against hers, touching it to the roof of her mouth, opening her lips wider and pulling her closer against him as their shared passion rose.
A hand pressed against her lower back held her firmly in place as she squirmed against him, the thin sash around her hips doing little to cushion her against the rock hard length grinding into her thigh.
“R-Robin…” She breathed his name, breaking their kiss just barely long enough to gasp for air before falling desperately back into his embrace, her hands moving from around his neck to his cloak, tugging the thick cloth frantically from his shoulders, removing any distance possible between them.
“Tharja.” He sighed hers in return, pushing her hair behind her head and dragging his lips under her ear, feeling her shake and shudder, gripping tight against him as his fingers deftly undid the clasp to her collar. Her cloak joined his on the floor and her lips wasted not even a single moment before re-joining his.
His hands moved lower, stroking across her lower back.
Her fingers slid under his shirt, playing across his stomach.
She kissed him as if he was a dream, a heavenly fantasy that would disappear at any moment. Holding to him with all her might, she kissed him as if to ward off that awakening for even another single second.
He kissed her as if she was his salvation, her every touch acting like a massage upon his soul. At each moment she both soothed and ignited his desires. Each moment returned his clarity but left his need blazing ever hotter.
‘Gods.’ Robin supressed another moan, no longer fighting the primal need within him, his thoughts came faster now, easier.
As the fog lifted from his mind, so too did his awareness heighten…he could feel everything, her hands hot against his bare skin, her magnificent chest heaving against his own, the way her body trembled against his cock each time it ground under the single layer of cloth around her hips.
‘Gods…’ He repeated, ‘I’m really doing it.’
He was kissing a woman who wasn’t his fiancé, caressing a woman who wasn’t Lucina. The woman he was embracing wasn’t the one he’d promised himself to, the one he’d given his ring to…the woman he loved.
‘I trust you. More than I’ve ever trusted anyone.’
Clarity brought with it guilt, a terrible pang to his conscience that slammed directly into his heart, leaving him shaken. Breaking away from their kiss, he stumbled back a step, grimacing against a single moment of agony.
His heart wrenched painfully in his chest and images of the woman he loved danced before his eyes. Her smiling face, her tender touch, her soft words.
Gods, he’d thought himself prepared.
‘I know you’d never hurt me.’
And then, just the same as it did on the battlefield, once again it was Lucina’s faith in him that galvanised his will. Clenching his teeth, new memories came to him, images of her slumped unconscious in his arms, the pain in her eyes when she realised she couldn’t satisfy him, her ravished body lying exhausted on his bed.
All his pain, all his guilt was burned away in an instant. There were no more doubts, even with the fog slowly lifting from his mind, he’d made his decision before even stepping into the room.
Meeting Tharja’s questioning look with a confident smile, he pulled her towards him once more, kissing her harder, deeper, leaving no doubt as to his desires.
Where a moment ago there had been pain, now there was only excitement. The same exhilaration he’d felt earlier surging back through him twofold as he pushed forwards, moving her deeper into the room.
Gods but she felt good against him.
Soft and smooth in his arms, pressed so close against him, he could feel her heart racing, he could hear each of her soft gasps whenever his hands ran hot over her pale skin, he could feel her pulse quicken as he guided her unerringly towards her bed.
It was an incomparable feeling, holding Tharja in his arms like this. Feeling her full lips soft against his, her substantial breasts pressed tight against him as their desire rose without limits. The blazing fire with him sang in his chest burning hotter than he’d ever felt it, but for now his control, his sanity remained.
There was no denying how much he wanted this. She could certainly feel the proof against her, pressed hard under her sash, directly against her panties.
And yet, each step closer to their destination brought with it a heady nostalgic feeling, a bittersweet memory of hot desert sun, of scorched sand-dunes and of a promise he’d sworn his life to...
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Two Years Ago
“I don’t know, Robin.” Lucina whispered nervousely, as she closed the tent flaps tight behind them. “This seems very risky…”
“It’s not.” He grinned, lighting a small handful of candles around the room with a wave of his hand, just enough to bathe them both in a soft yellow glow. “Honestly, this is about the most privacy we’re going to get anywhere in the camp.”
“I-just…the command tent?” She answered, her own excitement betrayed by the light of anticipation in her eyes. “Do you really think this is a good idea?”
“Well, where else?” He teased, sliding in from behind and pulling her against him. “Both our tents are off limits, and I don’t think we want to chance trying to sneak out of camp with Frederick on patrol…
“This tent is warded.” Pushing her cerulean hair to the side, he laid a trio of kisses down the back of her neck.
“It’s silenced.” Brushing his hands around her sides, he placed them over her chest, cupping her modest breasts and kneading them slowly through her clothes and bindings.
“And, it’s not like anyone’s going to disturb me in here this late at night.” Running his fingers down her stomach he carefully unfastened her belt and peeled her tunic open.
“I-mmnn… Well, it’s-it’s not as if I don’t wish to.” Lucina sighed, leaning her head backwards onto his shoulder and quickly proving her words as she pushed her own hands down, sliding them flat along his pants, pressed hard along where his cock was already straining against the limits of his pants. “It has been some time…”
“Yeah.” He grunted, not really wanting to think about it.
Really, a tightknit army camp was hardly the place for a secret relationship to begin with. News travelled fast around the Shepherds and being in the middle of Plegian territory their patrols were even more vigilant than usual.
Their own escalating and conflicting duties didn’t help matters, the closer they got to the heart of the desert nation the harder it was to spend any time together, never mind how difficult it was simply finding a place they could arrange a few moments of privacy.
Lucina’s tent had been shared with Cynthia ever since the two sisters had been reunited, so that had never been an option. That by itself wouldn’t have been a problem, they’d done just fine with similar duties and with her tent being unavailable while travelling from Ylisstol or through Regna Ferox.
Unfortunately, things had suddenly become a lot more complicated when, just after crossing the Plegian border, Morgan had accidently destroyed her own tent in a burst of uncontrolled magic. With no spares available and no ability to procure any from behind enemy lines, she’d happily moved in with Robin ever since.
Her moving in had put an absolute stop, not only to his ability to sneak his fiancé in unnoticed, but also to any ideas he may have had about trying to release the resulting tension personally instead.
“Yeah…some time indeed.”
Robin loved his daughter, more than anything. But, it had been a difficult three weeks.
“I suppose…if we’re careful.” Lucina agreed finally, biting her lip as her own desires reigned over her sense of propriety. She, no more than he, could deny the fast rising heat in her body as her hands slid up and down over his length. Had it really only been three weeks since she’d last felt him? Naga, it felt like an eternity.
“Mhmm, careful, won’t be a problem at all.” Robin hummed an eager assurance. “There’s nothing to worry about at all, there’s nothing even strange about me being here, even this late. Naga knows, I probably spend half my life in this damn tent.”
“Well yo-O-Oh!?” Her words were cut off to a sudden yelp as Robin spun her in place, giving her just enough time to see his roguish grin before his hands unceremoniously grabbed her ass, yanking her from her feet. “W-Wha!? Robin!”
“And of course…” He continued, carrying his squirming fiancé as if nothing was amiss, “There’s nothing unusual either about you being in here assisting me.”
“R-Robin!” She hissed, clinging awkwardly around him as he walked her forwards, releasing her raising her up slightly and depositing her carefully on the large decorated table in the middle of the room. Right atop the Shepherd’s main strategy map. “W-What’re you doing!?”
“Doing?” He asked, the innocent look on his face utterly ruined by the way his hands smoothly unbuckled her trousers, pulling them down over her hips a moment later. “Lucina, I’m in here, late at night, working on our strategies of course. It’s important.”
“I don-Ahn-Wh-Wait! Wait!” Her panties were removed just as quickly a moment later, both articles smoothly pulled down her legs and, alongside her boots, swiftly deposited on the floor.
Which left her sitting, naked from the waist down, on the same thick cloth map she, Robin and the other leaders planned their entire Plegian campaign on, day after day. Feeling the hard wood and cool cloth directly against her most sensitive parts, Lucina could only gape at her lover in shock.
“And of course,” Robin continued, as if nothing was amiss. His hands gently easing her backwards, till she was lying presented flat before him. Stepping backwards and drinking in the sight, he nodded enthusiastically, the earlier roguish grin even more pronounced now. “You’re here helping me plan.”
“R-Robin.” She whispered, her body shivering as embarrassment and propriety fought desperately against a powerful nervous excitement. Weeks of withheld desire did little to help the cause.
“W-We really shouldn’t…” She added a moment later, the hollowness of her words made clear as she shuffled herself an inch closer towards him, her pussy already dripping wet with anticipation.
“Shouldn’t what?” He teased, schooling his face a moment before staring back at her with the same serious face she’d seen on him a thousand times- the same face he wore when studying their most vital manoeuvres. “Shouldn’t plan?”
And still, infuriatingly, he was standing a step away from her, away from where she desired him to be...holding his hands clasped behind his back, he was clearly enjoying just seeing her like this. “Naga.” She moaned, half in frustration, half in excitement, chewing hard on her lip as the damp spot on the map slowly spread under her.
Even in all their time together, in all they’d done, he’d never simply-simply observed her like this. Her breathing quickened at the thought, the warmth spreading hotter through her body as her arousal soared even higher.
“But, Lucina…” The slight hitch in his voice gave away his own excitement as he finally drew closer. “These plans are vital! Our troops, our friend’s, lives depends on it.”
“Ro-”
Just as she made to speak, his hands pressed hot against the inside of her thighs. His skin naked against hers, the first direct contact in weeks.
“-KYHAA!”
Jolted in surprise, a shudder of pleasure ran up her spine. Throwing her head forwards, Lucina twisted and gasped as his hands stayed firmly in place, using his thumbs to lightly caress her inner thighs, an inches from her entrance.
“Do you see these long ridges here?” His hands moved backwards, dragged slowly down over her thighs, resting once more on her knees. “I think these are our best direction of approach.”
“O-Oh?” She panted, finally seeing where he was going with this act.
“Mhmm, we can split our forces and make an approach…like this…” Drawing his words out, he turned his hands around to the inside of her legs, pushing his fingers slowly back up along sensitive inside.
“That, that sou-sounds good.”
“And, if this map is accurate.” He whispered, leaning in closer as his thumbs ran back and forth across her pelvic bone. “I believe there’s some cover here we can use to keep ourselves out of sight.”
“That’s…that’s important.” Lucina forced out, caught between the conflicting urges to rub her legs together and to push them out wider as her arousal peaked higher and higher. Her body screaming for more of his touch.
“Hmm, and the terrain appears to dip down slightly after that, into a small valley…” His touch was both infuriatingly slow and agonisingly light as his fingers began to finally dance closer and closer to her entrance.
“I-Anha-ahaa.” She panted, her body shuddering each time his breath blew hot across her skin.
“But, hmmm…” Robin paused, making big show of contemplating something.
If not for the continued slow motion of his touch, millimetres from her pussy, Lucina could have strangled him.
“There’s a small cave here that interests me.” He concluded an eternity later, leaning in even closer this time, letting his words blow against her folds and making her squirm even harder. “It could be important, what do you think?”
“I-I… I think we sho-should check it out.” She forced out, using up every ounce of her will to keep her hands from reaching down.
“Right.” He nodded, slowly pressing his fingers closer…closer…
“KYG-HYAAA!” She screamed, rearing up from the table, gasping and shuddering as he gently peeled her labia apart.
She couldn’t stand it another moment! “R-Robin, please. Don’t tease me!” She begged, her hands already on his head, threading greedily through his snowy-white hair, as she lifted her waist an inch closer towards him.
“It’s important we scout around it first I think though.” He ignored her, slowly sliding his fingers along her lips.
“A-Gha!” She whimpered, shaking in anticipation as his index fingers softly pulled back her clitoral hood. Eyes going wide as her most sensitive part was exposed directly to his hot breath. “Ahaaa-ha…” Lucina swallowed, biting her lip and fighting the urge to pull him down to her.
“I think it’s also important that we…get a taste for the land, so to speak.” He added, slowly, unbearably slowly, moving towards her.
“Ahaa, I-haa… KHYAAAAAAA!” Brought right to the verge with anticipation, Lucina climaxed the instant his tongue pressed against her clit, her legs instinctively wrapping around his head, locking him in place as her body convulsed.
“G-Gods… Ro-Robin… Naga…” She heaved a sigh, loosening her grip as the rush of delight faded and the spots dancing in front of her eyes cleared.
“Missed this huh?” He laughed, looking up just long enough to shoot her a victorious smirk before pressing his lips back against her now very sensitive clit, moving in time with her body as she shuddered at the heightened pleasure.
Diving back to the task with renewed eagerness, Robin slowly pushed two fingers inside, sliding them carefully along the roof of her pussy, searching for that spot he knew she loved as he listened for her moans.
“A-A-A little h-higher! Ye-Yes! There, there!” Lucina’s voice rose several octaves, her legs again wrapped securely around his head once more as she bucked her hips against his hand. “N-Naga, it’s good, Gods!”
Whether it was because of Robin’s fast learned skill, the sheer excitement of their actions in such a bold place, or simply because she was finally getting the release she’d missed these last few weeks, Lucina was quickly riding out a second peak within minutes of her first.
“Do-Don’t stop, don’t stop!” She half begged, half ordered, bucking wildly as he gently sucked on her clit, as his fingers ground fast and hard against her inner roof. “R-Robin, I’m, I’m getting close! I’m, I-”
“Oh? Robin? Is this where you are?”
Just as she had been preparing to crest the wave, a new voice rang out…from outside.
‘No, nononononononono!’
Lucina froze. Time instantly slowing to a crawl as her blood ran cold. Her mouth was open, but try as she might no words came out. Spread out, half naked on the strategy map, she could only watch in paralysed horror as the tent-flap was slowly opened.
“And you said you were having an early night tonight. You know, if you’re having trouble sleeping you can always use my te-EEH!”
Tharja.
Their eyes met for one single moment, for a brief instant Lucina was left staring into the equally shocked eyes of the dark mage, the other woman who loved Robin with the same ferocity as her. Numbly she could feel Robin pulling away from between her legs, his expression no doubt mirroring her own.
Lucina couldn’t move, couldn’t speak, she could only watch as Tharja’s expression changing from shock, to agony, to fury.
“E-UGH!”
Spinning on her heel with a pained scream, the sorceress was gone a moment later.
“Gods…” Robin whispered, catching one final glance of her midnight-black hair as he slumped backwards, falling to the ground with his head in his hands
Collapsing onto the hard wooden table, Lucina could only stare at the ceiling in mute horror. Never, in all her thoughts, in all her wildest imaginations, had she ever imagined herself caught in such a situation.
“I-Gods. Lucina, I’m sorry, I never-I should have…realised…”
In all the camp, there was only one person who would find it strange for Robin to still be working this late, who would come check on him. The woman who knew everything about his schedule, who knew everything about Robin and all his habits. Tharja.
“No.” She sighed, only the full experience of the life she lived giving her the strength to clamp down her fast rising panic. “No, the blame falls equally on me. I, I wanted this just as badly.”
Sliding off the table, she held her composure long enough to push her shaking legs back into her pants before collapsing into Robin’s proffered embrace.
“Well, I suppose we couldn’t hide it forever.” He forced a wry chuckle as he stroked her hair, “Not how I imagined everyone would find out, I’ll admit.”
“N-No!” Lucina gave a start. “No! We, we’ve got to do something!”
“L-Lucina…” He winced, it was already a sensitive enough situation.
“I-Gods, Robin, not like this. Please.” She begged, burying her face in his shoulder, “I-If word does get out about us, I could…it wouldn’t be so bad. After everything you’ve done for me, I-I wouldn’t mind…but, but please…Not like this, we can’t let them find out like this!”
He followed her gaze as her eyes tuned guiltily towards the strategy table once more, to the wet spot on the thick cloth map. “I couldn’t bear it, I could never face father again.”
“Right.” He nodded, the depth of her feelings clear.
She was certainly correct. There was a worlds difference between Chrom finding out he had secretly proposed to Lucina, and to him finding out…about this…
“I’ll talk to her.” He decided, his resolve clear in an instant.
This wasn’t the end, this disaster could still be salvaged! If it had been Lissa or Cordelia, then by now probably half the camp would already be aware of it, middle of the night or not. But Tharja…of all the Shepherds, she was by far the least likely to spread gossip, and the least likely to care for it.
Of course… He considered with a heavy weight settling in his stomach. She was also the one most likely to take him being in a relationship with someone else, very, very poorly.
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For the first time ever, when he stood outside Tharja’s tent, he was hesitant.
Of all the people in the camp, he’d always had the least to fear from her, by the time he’d even realised why the rest of the Shepherds were so intimidated by her she’d become a trusted friend and they’d remained close ever since.
It was now almost an hour since their encounter. Some of that time he’d spend comforting Lucina, but the rest he’d spent wandering around almost in a daze.
It was to give Tharja time to calm down he’d told herself, even knowing truthfully it was as much to steady his own nerves. Partially it was embarrassment, he’d never imagined having to take responsibility for being caught in such a state…but also partially it was simple dread.
‘No, that’s not fair.’ He scolded himself with a grimace. ‘She’s not in the wrong here.’ She was a friend, it wasn’t fair for him to be scared for her reaction, not from something he’d hidden from her…something he’d always known would hurt her.
“Tharja.” He called her name while his resolve held. “Are you in here?”
“Go away!”
The dismissal didn’t bother him, what wrenched at Robin’s heart was that her voice held neither its usual strength nor its usual malice. He winced, thinking about how much pain he must have caused. “I’m coming in.” It was time to face her, to account for his actions.
No hesitations. No backwards steps. A tactician could never be a craven.
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The first thing he noticed was the destruction. Her tent had never been a bastion of order in the first place, but with the books scattered about, clothes thrown across the floor and hexing tools he couldn’t even begin to name all spread in disarray the place looked as if a hurricane had swept through it.
The second thing, the more important thing, he noticed was his friend huddled in the corner of her tent, looking up at him her eyes a mixture of betrayed anger and hope. It was another strike against him he realised absently, she had always, always, taken pains to compose herself around him, no doubt she would be unhappy with him seeing her like this.
Something to worry about later.
“Tharja.” He sighed bitterly, reaching down to offer her a hand up. “I-I’m sorry you had to find out like that.”
Pulling her gently to her feet, Robin was suddenly sent stumbling back a step in surprise when she threw herself on him! Wrapping her arms tight around his waist, and burying her head into his cloak, Tharja’s clung to him like a lifeline.
Draping his arms loosely around her, Robin accepted the embrace, too surprised to even consider doing otherwise. Tharja was one of the stand-offish people he’d ever met. For all her actions, all her insinuations, she never instigated physical contact, not even with him.
“R-Robin.” She choked out his name, her voice shaking awfully. It was the closest he’d ever seen Tharja to tears. “W-Why! W-Why her?”
“I love her.”
It seemed almost cruel to give so simple an answer. But it was also the undeniable truth.
“…Why not me?” Muffled into his chest, her question was barely a whisper. “Why don’t you love me?”
Sighing bitterly, he stroked her head, threading his fingers through her dark hair. “I’m sorry.”
“I could…” Tharja’s words trailed off with the barest hint of hesitation. “I could do it too. Anything she does for you.”
“W-Wha?” Robin balked, releasing her and stepping backwards. Only now seeing the intensity of her gaze as she stared unwaveringly back at him, her hands clenched into fists.
“Whatever she does for you, I’ll do it just the same. Or anything she won’t do, I’ll do it for you.”
“Tharja tha-”
“I-I can be like her too, if you want! You know I can, I already changed myself once for you!”
He winced. Tharja’s “normal” self was, while probably well meaning, definitely not something he’d fast forget.
“No, Tharja, look! Don’t, don’t change yourself. It…” He sighed, there really wasn’t a softer way to put it, “It won’t make a difference.”
“So you choose her then…no matter what.” It wasn’t a question, they both knew his answer.
Shaking her head, Tharja took a step backwards, eyes blazing with determination as she ensured she had his full attention, then slowly, carefully, she reached up, unclasping her collar and sinking to a hip.
With the collar undone, her cloak fell softly to the floor, Robin’s eyes automatically tracking its descent. Swallowing heavily, his eyes swam along the smooth, enticing outline of her body.
Tharja never wore much to begin with, but somehow, even just missing her cloak…it made him re-evaluate her entire figure. It was suddenly impossible to ignore the slender turn of her shoulders, the way she angled her chest to display her alluring round breasts, the tightness of her bodysuit against her trim stomach or the gentle curve of her hips down to her long slim legs.
There was no doubt about the invitation in her eyes, full of knowledge that she’d seen his appraisal. Her smile was as devious as it was appealing. “But…why do you even need to choose?”
“W-Wha?” Heart thudding in surprise, Robin backed away a step.
“A girl like her can’t be enough for someone as powerful as you.” She whispered, her voice low. “I’m yours Robin. I’ve told you that… I don’t mind if you love her, so long as you love me too.”
“I-”
“Why choose?” She repeated, as if it was the question was most natural thing in the world. “You need not even tell her… You know I can be discreet.”
“W-Wha…?” Stunned, Robin’s mouth fell open in disbelief.
And yet, despite himself, he couldn’t deny the temptation of the offer.
Even aside from anything else, there was no arguing about Tharja’s raw sexual appeal, even a blind monk would be attracted to her! And, she was a loyal friend, someone who’d been at his side for years, he didn’t want to hurt her, was this a w-
‘What!? No!’ Furious at himself, Robin instantly shut down that line of thought, shocked the idea was entertained for even a moment. ‘How could I even consider that!?’ That wasn’t the kind of man he was! He couldn’t cheat on Lucina!
“No.” He answered clearly, moving away another step as he narrowed his eyes. “I’d never do that to her.”
“I see.” She answered bitterly, turning away from him as her face fell. “I suppose there’ll be a wedding soon then? The tactician and the perfect little princess of Ylisse… Tch, how appropriate.”
Robin sucked in a breath, not savouring this moment in the least. “No… No there won’t be a wedding.”
Looking over her shoulder in surprise, she raised a sceptical eyebrow.
“I didn’t hide this just from you, we haven’t told anyone about…about us. It’d be a shock to everyone if they found out and, right now we can’t afford to cause any distractions in the camp or to morale, so we’re keeping it a secret.”
That was a half-truth at best, but he could hardly tell her about Lucina’s resolve to leave when Grima was finally taken care of.
“That’s…that’s actually part of why I’m here.” He continued uneasily. “To check if you were alright, of course. And, to ask that you keep this quiet.”
Turning to face him fully, her eyes narrowed in contemplation.
“A secret relationship? …But it wasn’t your plan, was it?” Tharja turned to face him fully, her eyes narrowed in contemplation. “No, I’ve seen the way you look to the other couples in the camp, the yearning you hold…the space in your heart I wished to fill…”
He should have expected this, Tharja was too sharp not to pick up on that.
“She’s asked this of you…that you hide away, sneak around the camp.” She sneered. “She steals you from me and she won’t even wear your ring!”
“She didn’t steal me from anyone.” Robin forced his voice steady. “And, it doesn’t matter whose plan it was. Look, please, I need you to-”
“To keep Lucina’s secret for her.” Tharja scoffed. “Tch, to look the other way when she scampers around like a thief in the night, too embarrassed to even stand at your side.”
Hearing the rising anger in her voice only brought out Robin’s own fears. “And to leave her alone.” He cautioned, a stab of guilt running through him at even thinking of saying such a thing to a friend. “If you’re angry, be angry at me. I should have told you about my feelings for her, but she’s done nothing to you.”
The look in her eyes told him she vehemently disagreed with that, however, even that look was tempered by the surprisingly pleased look on her face. Instead of the offense he’d expected to see from his words, she seemed impressed, watching his rising frustration.
“Very well.” She hummed, slinking back a step as a small hopeful smile rose. “I shall keep Lucina’s little secret.” She continued, “And I shall leave her alone, I won’t touch her at all, even after this insult.”
Robin withheld his reaction, nothing was that simple.
“I’ll give her all that…but, in return I want one night.”
“One night?” He frowned.
“One night with you.” She explained looking suddenly forlorn, “I just…even if it’s only once, that would be enough. I, otherwise, I couldn’t…the thought that we would never, that I could nev-”
Tharja’s words cut off as she shuddered, wrapping her arms tight around herself as her eyes dropped to the floor. Even in spite of the nature of the demand, she seemed surprisingly vulnerable. “She’s stolen you from me, surely it’s fair that I steal you back for a single night!”
“No.” This time he held not even an instant of hesitation. His mind had already been made. “I already told you. I won-”
“So she gets to take you from me? Demand things from me? And I get nothing in return!?” She cut him off, her own frustration clear now. “…Then why should I do anything she asks? One night Robin, that’s all I ask. You need not even tell her, she doesn’t have to know. Just one night… Or, I could tell the entire camp of your little ‘strategy meeting’ over breakfast.”
“Tharja.” His words were cold steel, the opposite of the raging anger inside him. “I will not be blackmailed.
“I’m asking you, as a friend, to do this for me.” He continued, raising himself up to his full height as he bore down on her. “But, I will not be threatened, nor let her be.”
“R-Robin.” She sighed, breathing his name like a moan, her entire demeanour changing as she did so. All defiance and anger left her eyes, replaced instead by a light flush.
“You still don’t understand do you? Not really.” Tharja continued, her voice slightly breathless as she covered her face with her hands. “I’m no threat to you, I never could be. I’m yours. I’ve always been yours, even before I met you.
“You have no need to ask, or to bargain with me. I said already, anything I can grant I shall…anything you want, anything you need. I-If you order it of me, I’ll obey.”
Obey. There were a thousand meanings behind that word, a million emotions tied up into the extent of the devotion Tharja was revealing to him. Tharja respected strength of will, he knew that. Knew that the passion of cold anger held a meaning to her he couldn’t understand. But this…he’d never expected this!
Suddenly unsure, Robin hesitated. Order her…Order a friend? It wasn’t so simple a task, there were too many implications there, too many layers.
The eager look on her face told him doing so would be playing exactly into her desires, in ordering her, she would be bound even tighter to him and they both knew it. No longer could he claim her as just his comrade, he would be accepting a hold over her that he would never be able to deny.
Finally his thoughts turned to his fiancé, to her request. Ultimately, he had no choice.
“Tharja.” His words were iron, his will absolute. “You will not tell anyone about what you saw, nor will you harm Lucina at all.”
Watching her shudder with delight, her face flush even deeper as she nodded her head in agreement, the weight of his actions sank into him instantly… He had commanded her. He had no doubt she would obey.
The exhilaration, the rush from the act was undeniable. Flushing slightly himself and fighting back an excited grin, he turned away. “I-I’ll take my leave then.”
“Robin.” Her voice followed after him, her body only a second later. Her soft breasts pressed against his back and her words sweet in his ear. “My words were no lie.”
Clenching his fists, he fought back a reaction. Even in his best form, it would have been difficult to hide an attraction towards her in such a position. Now however, bursting with adrenaline and with his body aching for long withheld release…his physical response was immediate.
“I-To never be with you, I couldn’t take it, the thought, it hurts more than anything.” She continued. “I’ll love you forever, I’ll follow you forever… I just need to feel it once, just one time, to feel your touch. It would be enough…”
“Tharja… I-”
“You need not repeat your answer.” She whispered, sliding her fingers across his stomach. “But please…consider it… It would mean the world to me.”
“I won’t.” He wished his voice hadn’t shaken as he said that. “I won’t consider it. Good night Tharja.”
He was outside her tent a moment later, looking to the sky and trying to convince himself he’d done the right thing.
‘Gods…’
His body shuddered with denied need.
Slowly he trudged back to his tent, careful not to wake Morgan as he slipped in.
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Two Days Later.
“More bread Robin? You sure ate that fast, you must be very hungry.”
Even as trusting as he was, Robin wasn’t quite able to believe that Tharja being seated directly opposite him in the mess hall was a coincidence.
“Here, allow me.”
He also doubted that the way she bent fully over, giving him full view down her generous cleavage, was entirely accidental.
“Er-Thanks.”
Nor did he think the way her leg was stretched out, rubbing up and down against his, was unintentional.
Shovelling more bread into his mouth, he tried to take his mind off it.
It’d been a few days since the night he’d talked to her and ever since, Tharja had practically redoubled her efforts to get his attention. Whether it was a reaction to the sheer nakedness of her reveal to him, or because she now knew she had competition for his heart, he neither knew nor cared.
Her leg moved slowly against the inside of his once more, knowing he couldn’t afford to make a scene, he fought back a shudder with another large mouthful of bread.
All he did know was that it was getting quickly out of hand.
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Four Days Later
“Naga… I’m sorry love. I know we were to meet tonight, but mother needed to reschedule the patrols. I’ve been rostered on.”
“Ah, well, still we could-”
“With Frederick…” She finished, her own despondent look only partially managing to relieve his frustrations. With the Knight Captain around, there was no change of anything happening.
“I see.” He sighed. “Gods… It just, it feels like forever since we’ve last- since we’ve had time together.”
“It won’t be long love.” She promised, stepping forward with a quick kiss before pulling away. “We’ve just been busy lately.”
And with that she was gone, ducking out the tent and away before anyone could see them, before anyone could think anything odd about his time spent with Chrom’s daughter.
‘Godsdamnit.’ He groaned, running his hands over his face in frustration.
It’d been over a week since their interrupted encounter, almost a month since he’d last had any time with his fiancé at all!
It was maddening!
He saw her every day, he talked to her frequently…but their touches were brief, their kisses fleeting, always they were looking over their shoulder, always scared to spend more than a moment together.
As much as he’d sworn he was fine with hiding their relationship, there was no doubt it was wearing on him. Anytime he couldn’t bury his head in his work he was thinking about her, he was missing her…And what a bitter consolation that was! His own duties were half the reason he could never spend time with the woman he loved, his own freedom consisted of little more than brief respites between endless mountains of work.
Gods! It hadn’t been this bad before, but now that he’d tasted her, he couldn’t live without her. Now that he’d felt her touch, he needed it! He yearned for her like nothing he’d ever known before, desperate for her presence.
And instead he was left alone, baking under the hot desert sun and without a moment of relief.
“Oh, here you are Robin? I was looking for you.”
Tharja always had been and likely always would be, a constant presence in his life…but right now, she was a presence he felt far more keenly than ever before.
Her hands ran along his back and his reaction was immediate.
Somehow their conversation had changed something between them. After seeing her so open, so vulnerable…after seeing her submit herself to him… He couldn’t again see her simply as a comrade. Try as he might, he couldn’t help but acknowledge her in a way he never had before as a woman, a woman who wanted him.
He couldn’t help but remember the feeling of her soft touch against him, excite at the allure of her body as she slid against him, imagine her quiet moa-
‘No!’ Gods. ‘Get a hold of yourself man!’
“Sorry Tharja, I’ve got, uh, some troop details that need to be taken care of. I’ll talk to you later.”
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The Next Day
Water was precious in the desert.
In order to conserve what little they had, bathing tents had been declared communal, the men of the Shepherds showered together and the women did likewise. Even as the tactician he was no exception.
It had become rare, very rare, that he could sequester even a moment of privacy within.
‘But.’ He grinned. ‘Rare doesn’t mean never.’ Not when a brief rainfall had led to one of the tents being kept open longer than usual hours.
The men had been rostered earlier in the day and the women throughout the rest of it. Buried under even more than his usual workload, Robin had barely left desk the entire day.
But now…now he had a moment, a single small gap in his duties before he turned in for the night. And! A small moment of privacy, a place to be alone, even if just for a few minutes.
Pushing the tent flaps open with an eager smile, he could already feel the tension ready to escape.
“A-AH! R-ROBIN!?”
Shrieking in surprise and instantly burning red, Tharja clutched her towel tight around her naked body, the thin sheet only serving to accentuate her incredible curves to Robin’s stunned eyes
“W-Wha? Th-There wasn’t an occupied sign!” He blurted out, spinning away and desperately trying not to think about what he’d just seen.
“I…must have forgotten.”
Gritting his teeth and ducking back outside, he barely even heard the offer for him to join her as he walked sullenly back to his tent.
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Two Days Later
He could order her not to make advances at him.
Laying his head on his desk, he scoffed at the idea of it. What would such an order even consist of? Telling her not to love him? Telling her not to desire him?
Ridiculous.
Nevermind what even suggesting such a thing would mean…
Even attempting to do so would be as good at admitting that he wanted her. Gods…admitting that he was starting to struggle to ignore her advan-
“Ugh.” Slamming his head into the desk, he pushed all those thoughts from his mind. “It’s just…it’s just the heat.” He told himself.
He’d never had trouble ignoring Tharja’s propositions before, she hadn’t been quite this aggressive previously, but he knew that wasn’t the problem. Or, not the entire problem at least. Tharja wasn’t the one who’d changed here.
No, it was on him. He was the only variable, the delta she was betting everything she had on.
“I don’t want her.” He whispered, telling himself that wasn’t a lie. “Lucina is the only woman I think of, she’d the only one I want…I just…”
Gods…Lucina. It’d been half a week since their last contact. It hadn’t even been a touch, nothing more than a fleeting kiss before she ducked out of the tent, and still, his cock was rock hard, aching at the very thought of it.
“Grgh…” He moaned softly, sparing a single glance to where his daughter slept behind him. His sweet, innocent little Morgan. Just the thought of relieving himself in the same tent as her disgusted him enough to take the edge off his strain. That was not an option.
He would endure.
Endure? Had he always been this bad? Was it really only because he now knew what he was missing?
Then why did it feel like it was getting worse with every step they took towards the heart of Plegia? Why did it feel as if something deep inside him was whispering to him? As if the tiniest spark within his soul was being tindered…?
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The Next Week
“Oh? So Morgan’s part of the scouting party?”
Finishing the last of what had been a surprisingly good stew, Robin could only marvel at how calm Lucina’s voice remained, especially considering how much he was struggling to control his own.
“Yeah, she wanted to spend time with Cynthia. I was against it personally, but after she got Sumia involved…”
“Ah.” Lucina nodded in solidarity, “Mother…can be a difficult person to argue with.”
Really, they were all just lucky the Queen only threw her rank around very rarely.
“Well, either way, she won’t be back until later tonight from the sounds of it.”
“And, didn’t you say earlier you had some free time this afternoon?” Lucina sighed, feigning mild disinterest. “That’s a shame, for you not to get to spend it with her.”
“Ah, well, I’ll figure something out.” He shrugged, forcefully suppressing the excited grin threatening to break onto his face. “Maybe I’ll look at one of those books your mother recommended me. Geez, Naga only knows how long it’s been since I last read something besides a strategy tome!”
“Oh?” Her hand brushed against his under the table, her pinkie interlocking with his for but a single moment. “Then, have you read ‘The Princess’s Desire?’ yet? I just finished it recently. It was…powerful. Er, a good read, for sure. I could bring it over if you’d like?”
The innuendo was about as subtle as a brick. Robin faked a cough to hold back his laughter.
“N-No, no I haven’t read that yet. If you think it’s good then, y-yeah that sounds great. I’ll be in my tent all afternoon so, just, well, come over whenever…”
“Alright, it’ll have to be after my rounds. So maybe in a few hours?”
“R-Right.”
Many wondered why Robin persisted on wearing his thick cloak even in the dry desert heat. He’d never truly been able to articulate a response, mostly it just felt right, it felt like something important to him. Perhaps it was the only relic of his past self that remained?
As Lucina left, and as his eyes tracked her retreat however, he was glad to be wearing it simply because its thick protection afforded him the ability to stand up from the table.
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The wait wasn’t easy.
With his schedule currently open while waiting for further reports to be compiled, he’d attempted to distract himself by going through old battle plans, recognising the pivotal moments and lessons he’d learned. And yet, the more he stared at the details in-front of him, the more his eyes unfocussed and it all turned to gibberish.
Shaking his head didn’t help, no matter how hard he tried to concentrate the details slipped through his mind.
“I’m too wound up.” He concluded with a groan, laying his head on the desk with his eyes shut, trying to remember one of those breathing techniques Libra had mentioned.
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It felt like a lifetime, like an eternity or longer… But finally, stepping lightly into his tent, with her face dusted slightly red, finally, She was here! He knew it would be little more than a brief respite, but it was precious beyond words, a small time they could spend together.
Smelling lightly of lilac and with her hair still slightly damp, even under the scorching afternoon sun, he guessed she’d even taken the time for a short bath after her rounds before coming to see him. It was a surprisingly sweet gesture.
“I brought that book you wanted.” Lucina laughed, holding the small novel out with a wry smile.
Fighting back the urge to roll his eyes, he accepted it…and was very glad to see she had already finished sealing the tent by the time he’d placed it on his desk.
“Gods!”
That was as far as he got before she was in his arms, their lips crashing desperately together and their hands moving hot over the other’s body.
She pushed his cloak from his shoulders. He threw her belt to the corner.
She pushed her hands across his chest, lifting his shirt up and throwing it over his head. He pressed hot kisses down her neck, holding her tight against him as his hands tugged at the fastenings to her tunic.
“Gods,” he repeated, pulling away only long enough to turn her in place, aiming towards where his bedroll lay, “I missed this…”
““I feel the same, I ha-, ha-, Y-Yooaaaww.” Blinking in surprise, Lucina’s words were cut off as she leaned backwards, letting out a wide yawn.
“Er, Lucina?” He raised an eyebrow in surprise, his movements grinding to a halt. “Are you alright?”
“Y-Yes, of course. I just, just, Yooawww.” Shaking her head as she let out another yawn, Lucina suddenly looked almost dead on her feet. “Oh, I-I suppose I’ve been feeling a little run down today, it must have all hit me at once.”
Leaning her backwards and laying her gently onto the bedroll, he gently crouched over her, his fingers inching across her shoulders, teasing at her undershirt. “Are you really that tired? Do you need to sleep?”
“N-No, I… I…” Seemingly ignoring his ministrations, Lucina’s words trailed off as her head lolled to the side, her eyes sliding closing and her breathing slowing to a rhythmic pace. “I, just, just…”
“Y-You’re really asleep?” Robin whispered, staring almost in disbelief as he rolled off, falling to the bedroll beside her. “Lucina?”
No response, but the sow rise and fall of her chest gave him all the answer he needed.
Heaving a frustrated sigh, he stared dully up at the ceiling. ‘This cannot be happening…’ They finally, finally, had a moment alone! Sucking in a breath, he forced his frustration down, he couldn’t blame her, if she truly was that tired then it was certainly for the best…but…
“Urgh.” He groaned, lying this close to her, inhaling her soft scent like this was definitely not helping restrain his desires.
‘Well…’ A second bitter sigh followed the first as the obvious compromise dawned. ‘I do at least have some time to myself.’
It wasn’t ideal, but after more than a month of denial, Robin wasn’t too worried about ideal. He was aching for Lucina’s touch of course, but…but there would be time for that in the future, right now, even just release was better than nothing!
“H-Haah…” His breathing hitched as he kicked his pants and smallclothes off, his shaft rising free in the warm afternoon air, already rock hard from Lucina’s early touch.
“Lucina…” He breathed her name, wrapping a hand loosely around his cock as he turned to face her, drinking in the sight of the beautiful woman beside him as his hands began to move.
Closing his eyes he breathed in her aroma, eager memories of their time together quickly springing to mind as slowly, ever so slowly, his frustrations began to ease.
“Ah...Hhaaa…” He remembered her first gentle touches, how she’d been almost fearful to hold his cock, her fingers wrapped only loosely around it as she pumped it hesitantly back and forth.
“Mhaa…” He remembered taking her from behind, imagined her soft moans and pants, the way she bucked and shook each time he pushed into her and the feel of her hips shaking under his hands as she came around his cock.
“Ahmm…” He imagined it was her thick, full, lips wrapped around his shaft right now. Slowly sliding up and down, taking his length further and further into her mouth as he ran his fingers through her silky black hair.
‘Wait!’ Some distant part of his mind screamed in response. ‘What? Black hair! That’s not Luc-’
“Ahmmaa.” His hand moved faster, harder, he didn’t stop, couldn’t stop. Opening his eyes in response, he stared at Lucina, at the woman he loved, lying beside him…
But still, in his mind’s eye, he saw visions of Tharja. He saw her that night in the bathing tent, imagined her throwing the towel aside, her pale skin radiant in the moonlight as she pressed herself against him. He imagined her skin, smooth and supple, sliding over his body, her lips hot against his neck as her hands pushed into his pants.
“Ahughh!” Guilt rose alongside his pleasure as he saw himself sitting at his workdesk, his pants around his ankles and Tharja between his legs. He watched as she wrapped her breasts tight around his aching cock. Saw her raising herself up and down, her mouth suckling greedily on the cockhead each time it poked through…
“Heh…heh…heh…”
“W-Wha!?”
Thrown violently from his fantasy, Robin jolted half up right, staring in shock at where a small laugh had joined his quiet moans.
And here she was.
He blinked, his mouth wide open in shock, unable to believe what he was seeing. Lying paralysed on the bedroll Robin could only stare at where Tharja was quietly sealing his tent behind her… At where she was smiling warmly down at him, her face absolutely beaming in delighted anticipation.
“Th-Tharja! Wh-”
“Shhhh.” She whispered, nodding her head over to where Lucina lay beside him, still sleeping.
Moving without another word, long before he could even begin to react, she was gliding towards him, the hypnotic sway of her hips drawing his attention the entire way…right until she dropped to the ground at his feet.
“T-Tharja!” He whispered, his voice equal parts anxious as excited as her fingers gently pushed his own from the shaft, as she leant forwards, mouth open wide…
“A-AHhhaha!” He gasped, jolting under her ministrations as her warm lips slowly engulfed his glans, shuddering as he felt her wrap her tongue around it, slowly sliding down his length.
“T-Tharja, wa-ahhaaah…” Reaching out he placed his hands on her head, ordering himself to pull her off him, to stop this. He couldn’t do this! He knew he couldn’t!
…Instead his fingers threaded lightly through her hair, his hips bucking slightly as her lips slid another inch further down his cock. “Gods, so good…”
“Mmmm.” She hummed into the shaft, dragging her tongue against the underside as her head bobbed up and down. Her mouth was completely full with his length and her hands were eagerly working over the remainder.
“Th-Tharja…I-I’m getting close.” He gasped, his breath coming in ragged pants as the dark mage pressed her tongue directly against the exposed skin atop his glans.
Shuddering under her ministrations and aching from far, far too long a denied release, the pressure inside roared furiously, she took him to his peak within barely a few minutes.
“G-Gods!” He groaned, his vision going dizzying white as he felt his cock twitching furiously against her tongue, felt her holding him as far in her mouth as she could, her hands maintaining a furious rhythm along his shaft.
“Naga!” He cried, finally, incredibly, held right on the edge of his peak. “T-Tharja, I’m gon- Tha-”
“Tha-Ah! A, h-huh!?” He screamed, throwing himself backwards and rearing up from his desk with a half choked gasp.
First came confusion.
“W-Wha…Huh?” Robin blinked, the last remnants of pleasure quickly fading from him as he stared dazedly around his surroundings.
He was at his desk? And…fully clothed?
And…still painfully hard, a dull ache emanating from his balls quickly reminded him of that fact. Once again, he’d been denied his release.
‘It was…just a dream?’ He gaped, slumping forwards, head in his hands. ‘Gods, it felt so…so real.’
It was only as he regained his bearings that he noticed the new addition to his desk, “The Princess’s Desire.” He read aloud, his heart sinking as he noticed a small note stuck under the book’s cover.
‘I saw you were already asleep by the time I brought the book over.’ He mouthed the words dully. ‘I know how hard you work yourself so I was glad to see it. I couldn’t bear to wake you. May you have pleasant dreams Robin.
-Yours, Lucina.’
“Godsdamnit…” He cursed, his voice low and cold as he looked through the gap at the entrance of his tent, trying to judge the time by the available daylight.
Late afternoon. He must have been out for at least four hours.
Lucina would already have left with the hunting party.
Morgan would be back anytime soon.
“Godsdamnit.”
So he’d fallen asleep, deeply asleep, right before Lucina came to see him? He’d passed out and missed something he’d been looking forward to, not just since today, but for a month?
He didn’t believe that for a second.
After confusion came anger.
Screwing her note into a ball, Robin’s fury rose quickly.
It wasn’t difficult to guess who had messed with him, nor, how she did so, to understand the nature of the dream he’d had.
“Godsdamnit!” Pounding his fists against the desk, he leapt to his feet. “I’ve had more than enough of this!” His soul blazed with fire and his heart slammed furiously into his chest, anticipation, exhilaration and adrenaline all surged within him as he stormed out.
This farce had gone on too long already. It was time to put an end to this, once and for all.
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He was at her tent, throwing the flaps aside and stalking in, long before he could think about what he planned to say, well before he’d decided what he would do.
“Tharja.” Her name dropped from his lips like a curse. Try as he might, Robin couldn’t keep the anger from his voice.
“R-Robin!” She spun to face him, an eager grin clear on her face. “You’ve come to see me! At last…we’re all alone.”
A quick wave of her hands ensured that, the tent flaps closing themselves behind him, sealing it shut.
Robin snarled, “Come to see you!? You hexed me!
“I trusted you.” He added, bearing down on her as he moved forwards, not giving her a moment to speak. “I’ve always trusted you, I’ve always considered you a friend, no matter what! And now, this!? A dark desire hex? Did you think I wouldn’t notice!? A hex from a book you gifted me yourself!?”
A long ago birthday present, something she’d gifted him a few months since joining the Shepherds. Despite his fear of it, he’d always had an innate skill for dark magic, and it’d been something she’d wanted to share with him. It hadn’t worked out, but he’d read through the tome none the less and memorised every curse, charm and hex.
It wasn’t even a particularly complex spell, certainly not the most impressive conjuring Tharja knew. It was a simple means of taking a desire, a fantasy, from a host and melding it with the target, practically it worked as little more than a basic form of suggestion. What he’d seen was her fantasy, an image created from her mind and joined with his.
“I…needed to show you.” Tharja answered carefully, her voice ripe with anticipation. “To show you what I can do for you, that I can make you happy, give you anything you desire.”
“I already told you, th-”
“You saw me, didn’t you?” She her words low and suggestive as she drew closer. “if you know the hex, then you also know it only amplifies what’s already there…if you felt nothing for me, if you didn’t want me or could never see yourself with me you would have woken up hours ago.”
Gritting his teeth in frustration, Robin glared back. He already knew that, what her words meant and what the dream meant. She’d proven, undeniably, that he was only human. That on some base level, he could dream of himself with another…
“You knew I was looking forward to this, that I have very limited time I get to spend with her.” He accused, struggling to stay calm. “And, you specifically interfered with that! Even when you know how much it means to me!”
“I showed you Robin…that you don’t need to always wait for Lucina.” Her hands reached out, stroking his chest. “You’ve seen it now. She doesn’t have to be the only one for you.”
“Tha-”
“You want me.” She purred, "Just as I want you.”
Somewhere, deep in his soul, a tiny spark- the ghost of a single ember, flared.
“GODSDAMNIT!” He roared, the last vestiges of his patience, of his rationality finally snapping. “Fine!” He snarled, snatching her hands roughly from his chest, holding them away from him in a vice grip. “That’s what you want!? For me to admit I want you? Is that what it will take for you to leave me be!?”
“I-Ah!” Tharja yelped as Robin threw her backwards across her tent, looking up with an excited grin when he caught up with her.
“This is what you want?” He raged, passion, desire and frustration all boiling far hotter than he could stand as he flung his cloak from his shoulders. Grabbing her again, he took hold of her only long enough to aim towards her bed, before pushing her roughly down. “Fine! FINE!”
Falling to the bedroll with a gasp, she stared hungrily up at him, her legs spread wide and her smile inviting. Her clear desire serving to remove the last of Robin’s hesitation.
Crawling atop her with another growl, he didn’t waste a moment- reaching down, he tore the sash from her hips, throwing the ruined garment across the room.
“R-Robin!” Tharja moaned, a single touch of nervousness in her voice as her hips squirmed under him, as she was displayed for the first time before him.
She was wearing tiny black panties he could see now, the thin fabric of the bodysuit she wore doing absolutely nothing to hide them from him. Nor did either conceal her arousal, the slick outline of her pussy clearly visible through her soaked garments.
“Eager.” He grinned, not having expected anything else as he hooked two fingers through her bodysuit and under the smallclothes.
“A-Wha!?” She yelped, her hips yanked to the sky as Robin suddenly ripped upwards, pulling with incredible force as he tore her clothing apart, creating a hole for his entry. “Ah-haaa..Haaa.”
Flushed deep red and trying not to squirm, Tharja’s whole body shuddered at the experience, her lower body now exposed fully before him. She’d scarcely even imagined Robin like this, it was incredible! To see a man usually so calm and collected, now so worked up, glaring down at her in a mix of fury and lust, too eager to stop, not willing even to undress her as he ripped a wider hole in her bodysuit, her pussy full revealed.
Pushing himself to his feet, Robin shrugged off his shirt and kicked off his pants, groaning with relief as his aching cock was finally liberated. He didn’t fail to notice Tharja’s eyes tracking his every movement, nor see her body shivering as she drank in the sight of his naked body, her eyes tracing along his rigid length.
Gritting his teeth at the raw need coursing through him, Robin took one final deep breath.
He couldn’t deny this anymore. Couldn’t hide his feelings behind some comforting lie.
She wanted this.
He wanted this.
It was all there was, the simplest of all human desires. Instinct. Primal need.
Sinking to his knees he didn’t even bother to hide the eager grin on his face as he positioned himself on-top of her once more, sliding his cock through the ruined fabric of her bodysuit and pushing her pussy lips outward, forcing the entrance to open around his cockhead.
“Hah-R-Robin…” Tharja stammered, her voice shaking violently as her legs wrapped awkwardly around his waist, her arms clinging desperately around his neck- trying to pull him down to her. “Ahn, I-I, hhaaa.”
He didn’t wait, there was no reason to.
Gripping hard to her waist he slammed his hips forwards, unleashing all his pent up anger, all his frustration, all his cravings at once. “Hrghhha!” Roaring with need, he forced her walls open, driving past any resistance as he buried his entire length inside her with one brutal thrust.
“GEIIYAAAAAA!”
Screaming, Tharja’s whole body arched off the bed, convulsing and shaking under him.
Almost overcome by the sensation of being wrapped up inside her, it took Robin another moment to realise something was wrong.
He’d expected this reaction, that she would be shaking and screaming as his length was fully buried in her deepest parts. He had no doubt of how badly she wanted him, that her need matched his own.
“Huh?”
But, he’d never expected her to scream in pain.
After anger came shock.
“T-Tharja?” He whispered, every last drop of anger frozen as he slowly took in the agonised face of the woman under him. Watching horror struck as she tried to hide her expression, as she tried to hide her hurt from him, even as he saw tears welling instinctively in her eyes.
“Please, d-don’t stop.” She whispered, voice hitching as she attempted to wrap her legs back around him, her hips moving weakly against his. “I’m fine...you can move.”
“Tharja…” He repeated, her name wrenching his heart open. “Gods…I…”
After shock came guilt.
Pulling back, he looked down, confirming what he’d already realised as he saw the blood flowing red down her thighs, staining her bedroll.
As he realised what he’d just done to her.
“G-Gods. Tharja, I didn’t… This was your-your first?”
“O-Of course.” She nodded, her voice shaking with obvious discomfort. “I told you… I’m yours. I always have been. Even, even before I met you.”
“I’m sorry.” He sighed, dropping his head and collapsing down gently into her arms, the last of his anger finally dissipating to nothing. He couldn’t blame her, should never have blamed her, she was only acting exactly as he should have known she would act. He was the one who lost control.
“I never meant to hurt you.” He whispered, resting his palm against her face and brushing away the welling tears with his thumb. “I, I didn’t know.”
‘But I should have! I should have known!’ An angry voice in the back of his mind told him. Tharja was among the most introverted people he knew, she kept to herself even among the Shepherds and by all respects had been even more stand-offish before she’d joined them. How could it possibly be a surprise that she’d never taken a lover?
Because of the way she acted around him? A man she herself claimed as special, and unique. Because of the way she dressed? A desert style not far removed from any other Plegian mage he’d seen. He’d let cursory judgements cloud his vision, never even taking a moment to think properly about it.That wasn’t good enough, not for a tactician!
“I don’t mind.” She answered softly, the pain on her face easing as she rested her cheek against his palm. “Just…please…don’t, ah-don’t stop, don’t leave me. Not, not now.” Looking into her eyes he could finally understand, the nervousness she’d shown, her fear and why she’d never said anything.
And he saw now, with his mind clear, what else there was besides primal need. What there always had been, the affection and love he’d always held for Tharja, even if not the love she wished from him.
To continue was wrong, he knew that, his only excuse was long gone…but the only thing worse would be to stop now.
Finally, after guilt came acceptance.
“Shhh.” He whispered, sliding his arms around her neck and drawing her softly against him. “I won’t leave you. You’re mine, remember?”
Moving before she could answer, he pulled her head up to meet him, laying her lips softly against his own, and holding her in a gentle kiss.
“A-Always.” She beamed when they broke away, her eyes as bright as he’d ever seen them. “Always, always… I’m yours, forever.”
“Then…” He sighed, moving his lips against hers once more, pushing her mouth open with his tongue and deepening their embrace. “We’ll take it slow, okay?”
“Oka-ahnn, Okay.” She nodded, eyes widening with a gasp as his cock twitched inside her, scraping along the very back of her pussy.
Easily fighting down the urge to move, Robin was content to just lay still inside her, letting her run her fingers along his back as he threaded his own through her hair. Giving her time to adjust to his length inside her as he slowly raised the intensity of their embrace.
“R-Robin…” She panted his name, her breathing starting to come faster as he felt her pussy slowly loosen around him, her juices flowing more freely as she relaxed.
Breaking away from her lips and dragging his mouth under her jaw, he sucked lightly on her neck. It was a new experience, he realised, unique.
It was clear she was unused to any of this, her movements-even the way she kissed him, was awkward…and yet, endearing. Even just being wrapped inside her felt different, when he made love to Lucina, her body was always gentle and soft, but with a confidence and strength that suited the time travelling princess, a willingness to do whatever was needed, the knowledge that she would match her pace to his no matter what he did.
With Tharja it felt as if her entire body yearned for him, the dark mage’s confidence fully surrendered to him as she relaxed into his ministrations. There was a wonderful softness to her body as she slid against him, each time she squirmed under him he could feel her pillowy breasts heaving and shaking.
And, and gods she was tight. “Ha-ah!” He gasped at that thought- feeling her pussy coil tight around him once more. Even as her body relaxed into his embrace, still her walls were agonisingly constricting against his cock, the sorceress’s smaller body pulling instinctively at his cock.
“It fe-feels, ahnnn, ah!” Tharja sighed, her words cut off to nothing but small gasps as Robin slowly began to rock himself back and forth, moving slowly, barely an inch in and out as he pressed gently against the back of her tunnel, over and over, “F-Feels… Like-like my entire body…can, can feel you.”
“It’s good…” He answered, gritting his teeth as he moved just a little further. “Gods, Tharja. It feels good.”
“I-I’m, I’m glad! I’I’m so glad!” She laughed giddily, burning absolute bright crimson as she removed her hands from his back, covering her face with them. “G-Gods, I-I can’t believe it.”
“Ahn-aaah!” Her breathing came faster and harder as her hips moved awkwardly back and forth against his, pushing him out further, pulling him in deeper. “I’m, we’re really! Ro-Robin! Robin!”
“Tharja…” He whispered in surprise, attempting to slow her pace. “Y-You don’t need, ah-ha, you don’t need to push yourself.”
“W-We’re making love! Y-You’re inside me!” Tharja cried, still hiding her expression behind her hands as she threw her head to the side, her body sliding faster against his, no more signs of pain evident at all. “G-Gods! Ro-Robin! Robin! I love you! I love you! I love you!”
‘W-Woah!’ He gaped at the sight, carefully matching his thrusts to hers as he watched her losing control, her breathing coming in frantic gasps and her words little more than guttural moans. ‘Sh-She’s really feeling this!’ He realised, seeing first hand just how much this meant to her.
“Tharja, a-hah… Here!” He answered, pulling her hands from her face and pinning them to the bed.
Her eyes went wide as she saw him staring directly at her, as he saw her in the absolute throes of passion. But, before she could attempt to move away, his lips were on her once more, cutting off her cries as he dragged her into another deep kiss.
“MMMHGHAAAA!” She moaned into his mouth, her movements finally halting as her body convulsed tight against him, shuddering and shivering, she came hard, her pussy sucking desperately against Robin’s cock, dragging his own ragged gasps out in return.
Their lips only finally came apart a minute later as the orgasmic high passed and she fell onto the bed with a dazed expression, her mouth open in wordless sighs and eyes glazed over.
“Hah, mmmm.” Robin hummed, ceasing his own movements as he let her recover, stroking her face lightly as she panted weakly under him. “How was that?”
“I, khaaa, ahh… R-Robin… I love you. I love you.” She repeated, turning her head against his hands and pressing her lips softly against his palms. “I love you more than anything.”
“Does it still hurt?” He asked, moving slowly inside her once more, this time dragging his cock fully out of her pussy before slowly grinding it back inside, pressing it again gently against her furthest walls.
“N-No, no…” She grinned, smiling the warmest smile he’d ever seen from her. “It’s just…perfect. I’m, I’m with you… With you… I’m so happy!”
“Good. Go-ahgnn, good.” He nodded, grinding in a little faster as he felt the pressure of his own release slowly building within him. “Gods, it’s good. Y-You feel amazing.”
Tharja’s response was interrupted as her body shook once more. Shuddering in his arms with a deep moan, she felt her pussy squeezed frantically around him. “Anhgggnnn!”
“A-Amazing!” He repeated, burying his face in her pale white shoulders and grinding harder inside her, groaning through grit teeth when her pussy constricted tightly in response.
Gods it felt good, incredible! Tharja’s movements may have been awkward at first, but she was learning fast! There was no-one in the camp more skilled at analysing him than her and already he could feel her body acting eagerly in response to his own.
“R-Robin…Robin!” She moaned his name again, her breathing racing faster and faster as she threw her head back, mouth falling open and her hands tugging weakly at his head. “A-Ah! K-Kiss, kiss me, a-again! P-Please!”
He was close! Naga! He was close, so close! Dragging his cock faster out of her pussy, grinding it back in harder, each thrust felt like it would squeeze his long awaited release out of him, her entire body seemingly acting to draw out every last drop of his seed.
“T-Tharja!”
Sucking in a desperate breath, he sunk down into her embrace, wrapping his own arms tight around her shoulder and burying his full length inside her. Pressing it as hard against her back wall as he could, their lips came together, locked once more in a deep, frantic kiss.
Her reaction was instantaneous, with her head raised up against his arms, Tharja’s body shuddered violently, writhing in his arms and moaning loudly into his mouth, she kissed him as passionately as she could, refusing to let him go, even as another thunderous orgasm slammed through her.
Robin’s reaction was no less so, his cock twitching and spasming the instant it drove against his back walls. Even with his mouth locked against hers and eyes closed, still he could see bright spots dancing across his vision as his release came almost painfully, his balls aching and pulsing as load after load of hot cum sprayed through the dark mage’s pussy, as he stained it completely with his seed.
Even as their orgasms faded, still they held their embrace, the kisses gradually slowing as the intensity lowered, until they were left lying still, holding each other tight and just kissing softly, gently, lovingly.
From there time seemed to stretch out, the distinction losing meaning as they simply basked in a comfortable afterglow. Neither tracked how much passed, neither cared.
At some point Robin pulled out, rolling off and lying dazedly beside her. Moments later she was snuggled against him, his arm holding her tight as she snuggled happily against his chest.
It was Tharja that broke the silence first, some unknowable minutes later. “Thank you.” She whispered simply.
“Tharja…I…” Robin followed, his thoughts still hazy from pleasure but his heart as clear as it had ever been. “I’m sorry."
“You mean a lot to me. I care, I care so much for you.” He added, squeezing her shoulder before she could answer. “You’re important to me, but…but I feel like, like I can’t help but hurt you.”
“Robin…” Her voice was soft, tender. “I, if it’s you… I’ll endure any pain. Nothing will stop me.”
“I’m sorry Tharja.” He repeated, sighing heavily, “I wish I could just… I wish I could love you like you want me to.”
Like he loved Lucina.
“Tch.” Tharja laughed, the happy giggle sounding almost completely out of place on the woman. It was a sound Robin was certain none other had ever heard.
She slid up against him and he was further shocked to see small tears shining in her eyes as she smiled gently down at him. “I’m happy…” She admitted. “You say that and…I, I actually believe you.” He could only smile. It had to be a trick of the light, Tharja never cried.
No more words were needed, there wasn’t anything left to say. Wrapping his arms gently around back around her neck, he pulled her back down to him, their lips locking together once more and their bodies moving naturally.
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The Next Morning
“Gods…” Robin whispered to himself, back in his own tent once more, having snuck in from Tharja’s during the early hours of the morning.
“Gods.” He repeated, his hands shaking and his heart aching as he replayed the previous night’s events once more.
‘I really did it… With Tharja.’
He didn’t have a single excuse, nor a single explanation. He’d come to her heady with passion and anger… He’d lost control, and he’d wound up deeper than he’d ever expected to go. ‘How could I even, why did I…’ His thoughts were as scattered as his emotions as he ran his hands through his hair, sucking in deep breaths.
Things had escalated so fast, faster than he’d even anticipated! But…he’d stayed… The first time perhaps he could rationalise, but he’d made love to Tharja twice more before they’d fallen asleep.
‘Was I really that pent up?’ He winced, what kind of excuse was that! He was a man! A tactician! Not some hormonal teen!
“Naga preserve me.” He sighed finally, slumping to his desk with his head in his hands.
‘Being in love, it all looked so easy. So simple from the outside.’
He loved Lucina, she loved him. That was all there was to it, wasn’t it?
‘Gods, I’m such a thrice-damned fool!’
He’d underestimated it, what it meant to be in a relationship. What it meant to be a lover or fiancé. Everything had just worked so well, had come so easily, he’d just…just assumed that was enough, that he knew what he was doing.
He didn’t have to think hard to remember the last time he’d let himself get so complacent, to just assume he knew what he was doing. ‘Emm…’ And once again, it was the royal family, the people he loved most that would be the most hurt by his actions.
‘Godsdamnit Robin!’ He swore, his fingers digging hard into his palm as he shook with anger and self loathing. ‘Godsdamnit! This isn’t the man you want to be! This isn’t the man Lucina deserves!’
And so, just like in the wake of the tragic mission to save Emmeryn. Robin accepted his failure, internalised his shortcomings. Finally, he understood just how fragile a relationship could be, even one that meant more to you than your very soul, he saw how a single mistake could lose him everything he loved, could hurt everyone he cared about.
And just like then, he knew, with everything he was, with everything he ever would be, that he would become a better man. That he would learn from this.
‘I will not, not ever repeat this!’ He vowed, his hands shaking angrily as he choked back hot tears. ‘I know now, h-how little it takes! I’ll never, never take it for granted again ’
It had been so easy to assume that his love for Lucina would be enough to prevent any other women from even tempting him. So simple! He only loved her, how could he ever be tempted!?
A single memory of how comfortable, how wonderful, he’d felt wrapped up in Tharja’s embrace was enough to drill that lesson deep into Robin’s soul.
‘So long as I live, I’ll never- never, touch another, only Lucina.’ He swore, teeth grit as he forced himself steady. ‘I understand now, I know how easy it can be. E-Even though, even though I love her.’
It was nearly a half hour before Robin managed to bring his breathing under control, by then his hands were skinned almost raw from how tight he’d been clenching them.
It was a lesson. He accepted it as a tactician accepted any harsh truth. A terrible, painful lesson, that for all else he was…he was just a man.
He’d never doubted that, of course, but when two continents sang his praises, when all his friends lauded his achievements…perhaps it’d been easy to forget -just for a moment- that he was just as fallible, just as flawed and susceptible as any other.
‘Never again.’ He promised one final time, swearing it on his very life. He would never repeat this act.
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Present
‘Never again.’
The promise he’d made that day echoed round Robin’s head as Tharja’s fell to the bedroll with a gasp, staring hungrily back up at him, her legs spread wide and her smile full of anticipation.
His body was wracked once more by the raging desire within, and he shook the memory from his head.
It was funny, or perhaps it was something that should have been funny.
He stood here on the cusp of breaking a promise he’d sworn his life to, a vow that had been more important to him than anything, one sworn as he ached with regret… And he didn’t have a single hesitation.
He would never be the man he’d sworn to be that day, he saw that now. He accepted that, that was an acceptable price. ‘I will protect her. No matter what.’ That was more important, he’d made up his mind long ago.
His soul thrummed with approval. Grinning eagerly, Robin dropped to his knees, dragging his fingers along Tharja’s long, slim, legs and carefully untying the sash around her hips, throwing it to the floor.
“R-Robin!” Tharja gasped, her hips squirming under him as she looked on in breathless anticipation.
Her panties were a dark red, standing out visibly against the light mesh of her bodysuit and utterly drenched in her juices already, the slick outline of her pussy very visible through the fabric.
“I missed this.” He admitted, pressing his finger hard against her entrance, pushing it slightly inside her, despite the two layers of fabric, and listening as Tharja cried out in eager approval.
Fighting back his own desperate arousal through gritted teeth, Robin knew he was fast running against his limits, already near the verge of as much as he could stand, as long as he could wait! Gods! Especially when she was right here! Wanting him! He needed this!
Spreading his fingers out, he hooked them through her bodysuit, under her smallclothes.
“Ah-haahh. G-Go ahead!” She gasped, recognising this moment and already bracing her hips against his force. “I-I’m your-AHH!” Once again her waist was dragged skywards as Robin tore her clothing to shreds, her panties pulled right from her body and a hole torn in her bodysuit right to her abdomen, a testament to both her love’s strength and his impatience.
Flushing deep red and biting her lip with hot excitement, Tharja’s whole body shivered as she watched. It was indescribable to see him like this, to see Robin full of nothing but uncontrolled desire, of boundless lust towards her. She’d been pressed hard against his cock barely a minute ago and already her pussy ached for his touch once more.
Pushing himself to his feet, Robin frantically stripped his own clothing, throwing his shirt aside and kicking his pants off with a gasp of relief as his cock was finally unrestrained. Laying a hand around his shaft, he took a moment to present himself to her, laughing as he watched Tharja’s eyes eagerly drinking in his naked body, her lips quivering at the sight of his rigid length.
Gritting his teeth and fighting back the rough need coursing through him, Robin prepared himself with one final deep breath.
He wanted this.
She wanted this.
He cared for Tharja, he loved her. Not in the same manner he loved Lucina, but, in this moment, neither of them cared.
It was both the simplest and most complex of all human desires.
Sinking to his knees, he took a moment to position himself atop her as gently as possible. Sliding his cock through the ruined fabric of her bodysuit and gently easing her pussy lips outward, slowly opening the entrance around his cockhead.
“I-Ah, Ro-Robin!” She breathed, her voice hitching as she felt the glans sliding up and down along her entrance. Wrapping her legs loose around his hips, her arms slid gently up and down his, urging him on. “Robin, ahnn. Ahaaa…”
He didn’t wait, he knew she needed it as badly as he did.
Gripping hard to her waist he slammed his hips forwards, unleashing all his pent up frustration, the raging desire, his uncontrolled lust all at once. “HRGHAAA!” Roaring with need, he pushed her walls open around his cock, driving his entire length inside her with one thrust.
“AHNNNGUUAAAAAAAAA!”
Screaming, Tharja’s entire body arched off the bed, convulsing and shaking as she threw her head back, her eyes rolling back and her mouth hanging open.
“Ahh-gnnn.” Robin gasped in response, moaning and shivering at the incredible sensation as he felt Tharja cum hard around his cock, her pussy squeezing and sucking furiously again and again as her body trembled.
“R-Robin… I-Incredible…” She panted, her eyes slowly refocussing as she came down from the sudden incredible high. “Mmnngg. So strong. It’s like, like you fill my entire body.”
“Hngg.” He grunted a response, easing himself back and forth a little inside her as her pussy slowly relaxed around him, letting his cock grind against her back walls –grinning each time her head fell back with a silent gasp- “Gods. You’re still as tight as I remember.”
“I-It…ahnn, it has been, f-far too long.” She answered, her attempt at flippancy undone by the bright flush on her face and the moans already falling eagerly from her lips.
“Yeah.” He agreed, collapsing gently down into her waiting embrace and wrapping his arms tight around her neck, their lips meeting together once more, soft and loving for a single moment before the intensity, the raw passion between them spurred them on.
Sliding slowly back and forth inside her, Robin couldn’t help but marvel at the tightness of the sorceress smaller body, her walls still desperately snug around his cock. Even as she relaxed against him, her moans came faster and deeper and with each thrust her pussy pulled instinctively at his length.
“Ahnn-Ah! R-Robin! Robin!” She cried his name, her fingers threading through his hair as she threw her head back and forth, “I missed this! Gods! I love you! I love you!”
Silencing her cries with his lips, Robin pushed her harder into the bed, overtaking her rhythm with his own as her walls loosened enough for him to grind comfortably in and out. Feeling her thrashing under him, her legs wrapping tighter and tighter around his waist, only made him grind back inside with even more force, carefully keeping his speed the same as his cock ground hard against the top of her pussy, as it pushed directly into the rear walls of her pussy- again and again.
“MMMGHAAA!” She screamed into his mouth, shuddering and shivering as she came for the second time, her pussy sucking even harder than ever against his cock as her grip on him loosened, and she fell backwards into his arms, breathing raggedly as white spots danced between of her eyes.
“T-Tharja!” Robin moaned her name, not pausing for an instant as he drove into her with the same pace, pressing hard against the back of her pussy even as she peaked, her tunnel clamping down around his cock.
“G-Gods! Ro-Robin!” She screamed, with her whole body left incredibly sensitive following her orgasm, the continued sensations seared through her like raw pleasure. Gasping and shrieking, her mouth hung open as she shuddered in his grip, shaking as she felt another orgasm approaching before she’d even fully recovered from her first.
“Naga.” He grunted, burying his face in her pale white shoulders, and grinding even harder inside her, his pace increasing as his own need spurred him furiously on. “It-Tharja! It’s good, ghaa, so, good!”
“I-I can’t! R-Robin! Robin!” Tharja panted, finding her breath just barely long enough to scream his name as she felt his cock twitching desperately inside her, her mind focussing only on him as she felt his impending release, felt the pressure building from him.
Over and over his cock drove hard against the back of her pussy, she could only just barely stand it... Even just thinking about it was driving her wild! She was with Robin! She was having sex with Robin! They were together again! He was going to cum! He was going to cum inside her! It was too much, more than she could take. Another peak crashed through her, sending her body shivering as she screamed wordlessly, her tongue lolling out of her mouth and her vision going white.
“Tharja!” Robin repeated her name as little more than a grunt, his arms shaking as his own release built up inside him with incredible force.
Sucking in a frantic breath, he collapsed down into her arms once more, pulling his own tight around her shoulder and driving his full length inside him as hard as he could, pressing it against the furthest part of her pussy as their lips met in a deep, frantic kiss.
Feeling her coiled tight around him, feeling her cum around his cock one last time, there was no chance he could even begin to fight against the pleasure she was giving him. Shuddering with one final burst of pleasure, he gasped into her mouth as his cock twitched, his release surging through him and spraying load after load of his hot seed through the dark mage’s pussy, filling her entirely with his essence.
Tharja’s own reaction was instantaneous, her mind seared completely blank as she felt his thick cum pressed against her innermost walls, gasping and panting into their weakened kiss each time his cock twitched, pressing another release inside her. Breaking their kiss, she slumped bonelessly down into the bed, unware of even how many times she’d cum, feeling the intensity of his orgasm.
“W-Wow!” Robin panted, his own body slumped carefully atop hers as he sucked in deep breaths. “I-I’ve never…never felt, like… Gods.”
Sex always felt good. Whether it had been that previous time with Tharja, with Lissa, or with Lucina before or after his return, it had always been an incredible feeling, an intensely passionate experience unlike anything else.
But, it had never felt like this.
“Naga…” He whispered, knowing full well Tharja likely couldn’t hear him.
With each thrust it had been as if his soul was being cleansed, as if every part of his body was singing in unison.
The ache for release, the pressure building within him…it had been unbearable.
But now… “Gods, I-It’s like…”
Now it was gone.
The fire within him wasn’t simply mollified, nor lowered, he hadn’t just taken the edge off it… The moment he’d felt himself unload inside Tharja, it had disappeared completely. He couldn’t even feel the smallest embers within him. All the fog had lifted from his mind, for what felt like the first time since he’d come back, he finally felt like himself again!
“It’s like, I’m finally alive again!”
He didn’t know if he wanted to laugh, to cry, or to scream. A million emotions were surging through him simultaneously, far more than he could possibly handle.
Pulling out, he slumped bonelessly onto the bed beside the dark mage, gathering her into his arms and holding her gently as she wrapped herself around him. ‘E-Even just this… just this is, it feels almost strange.’
Stopping after one single orgasm was practically a novelty. Already tonight he’d came inside Lucina six times, only stopping when she’d passed out…and still his body had been screaming for more. Still, it had taken every ounce of will he possessed not to force himself on her unconscious form.
But now… Somehow, after only once, now he was satisfied. He was sated.
“Finally, f-finally...” He whispered, falling backwards into the mattress and staring wordlessly up at the ceiling.
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“I’m glad.” Tharja spoke first almost a half hour later, from where she’d been snuggled warmly against his chest. “So glad, you finally came to me.”
“Tharja.” Robin sighed, stroking her head softly as he summoned up the courage to face what he knew was before him. “You know what’s wrong with me, what’s been happening to me. Don’t you?”
It was the only explanation he’d been able to come to. The worry he’d seen in her, the relief she'd had upon seeing him, it went beyond simply wanting to be with him. He’d come to her out of desperation, knowing she wouldn’t turn him away, but now, now, a small part of him dared hope he’d finally have some answers…Even as another part of him feared what that answer might be.
“I…don’t know exactly.” She answered slowly, her fingers trailing across his chest.
“Then, then just tell me what you do know! I, It’s not something as simple as a curse or hex is it? It’s something…something big.”
“Robin…”
“Am I… Am I losing myself? Losing my control?” He forced the words out, the dread he’d tried not to think, a possibility that had haunted him every waking day since his return. “Godsdamnit… Am-am I becoming Grima? A monster?” Looking at Lucina’s exhausted form, the way he’d ravaged her body night after night, he’d certainly felt like one.
“No! Robin!” Tharja cried, sitting up and staring dead into his eyes. “Grima is dead. You killed him.”
Clamping down on her anger, she reached out, stroking his face gently. “Do you think if you were becoming Grima I would let you lay so much as a finger on me?” She asked softly. “My love is only for Robin, the man I helped kill Grima. I care not whose flesh that beast wears…he is not you.”
“Then… Then what’s wrong with me?”
“Nothing.” She answered simply, shaking her head and threading her fingers softly through his hair. “You’re not losing yourself Robin, you’ve regained yourself… You are, you are more yourself than you’ve ever been before.”
“Wha?” He grimaced, trying to make sense of that as he pushed himself into a sitting position, leaning against the wall and dragging an arm around Tharja’s waist. “Huh?”
“You were…you were never fully human.” She spoke carefully, giving off the impression of someone picking her words very carefully, treading carefully so as not to cause hurt. A very rare impression for Tharja.
“I don’t know all the details…but from what you’ve told me, Validar- your entire line has been bred for the purpose of housing Grima.” She continued. “But…that’s impossible, there’s no magic to simply possess someone, to take their body and force them out. Even if there was, a human cannot simply become a Dragon, and especially not one as powerful as Grima. Chrom has Naga’s mark, but he cannot become Naga.”
“R-Right.” Robin nodded weakly. He wasn’t fully human? Was that a surprise? He wasn’t sure. He knew he’d been bred to be Grima’s host…he’d never wanted to consider what such a task actually entailed. “So then…I’m, what? Part Manakete?” That wasn’t so bad, Nah was half-Manakete, and Yarne was half-Taguel,it was a little strange to think of himself in those terms, but it wasn’t too worrying.
“I doubt it.” She sighed. “More likely, born from the souls of Manaketes, their essence taken and fused with your blood… I can’t even guess what other rituals. But even that wouldn’t be enough… Grima, his essence, his power. Your bloodline must be infused with it, secreted within you, for you to house it…like a buried safe.”
“What do you mean?”
“As I said, he could not simply possess you, force your soul from your own body…not unless he had some anchor, a space inside you where he already existed. To host Grima, to become Grima, you must have already held his powers within you. That was the power he wished to take, the strength he hoped to gain from you.”
Nodding, Robin thought back, it wasn’t something he’d easily forget...the fury on his doppelganger’s face when he overcame the control, when he refused to join him. His future-self had been weakened by Naga’s time travel, but he’d made it very clear his strength would be returned on their fusion, that he’d be stronger than ever.
“Then…I housed Grima’s power?” It made a twisted sort of sense he supposed. How else would Grima become so powerful just from merging with him?
“Part of it, or more like…the potential for his power, the focus for them. Before there was always a thick aura, a layer of fell magic I could feel around you. It was…very appealing, and very, very powerful.” Tharja nodded, smiling darkly at the memory. “It was only when I looked close, I could see it didn't come from you…not entirely, it was all from only single fragment of your soul… The most powerful energy I’d ever seen, the thickest magic, and it was but a trickle, a leak from inside you.”
“Grima’s power.” Robin concluded. “So a part of his essence, his self was what-sealed inside me? It was…Saved for him? That was what would have let him control me?”
“Mmm, but now…” Pulling back, she ran her hands across his chest, grinning hungrily at him. “Now it radiates from your entire body, from your entire soul! Grima is gone and the power that was inside you has been unshackled, now it belongs to you alone!”
“Gods…” He grimaced, not sure how to even begin to process that. “Naga didn’t…when I came back, I just, why didn’t she remove it? Why didn’t she just…just make me human?”
“Tch, who knows?” Tharja wasn’t terribly interested in the machinations of Ylisse’s Goddess. “Was it even her who returned you?”
“She did say she couldn’t create or destroy…” Robin considered, recalling the benevolent dragon’s words. “Maybe she couldn’t just create a human.”
“Regardless of how, you returned! As yourself, as you true self! A human holding the essence of a God! You must feel it, how much stronger you are, how much more powerful!”
He couldn’t deny it. “I’ve, I’ve certainly noticed some changes. But then, then…this desire, this uncontrollable need within me. It’s like, god, it’s like a raging fire! What is it!? Some curse of Grima’s bloodline, a part of my father’s twisted rituals?”
“It’s proof of your power.” Tharja purred, twisting herself into his lap and wrapping her arms loosely around his neck. “It’s your instinct. It only burns because you refuse to sate it.”
“I-Instinct!?” Robin balked. It couldn’t possibly be so simple…could it? “Wh-What, like raging hormones?” It felt like a pathetic answer.
“You underestimate it.” She sighed, “But it’s instinct that drives everything, that controls all our actions. It’s instinct that drives us to sate our needs… And now, just as your power has increased, so has your needs and so has your instincts, your drive to satisfy them. Robin, you’re not human, you’re more than human, so much more…You must feel this.”
Frowning, he looked away. He didn’t want it to be true! More than human!? He didn’t want to be anything but human! ‘Damnit…’
“My…my needs have increased?” He asked finally, there was no point denying it, no salvation in running from painful truths.
“That’s what brought you to me.” Tharja answered leaning and laying her lips soft across his beck. “Instinct to conquer…to dominate…” She slid upwards, her mouth low against his ear, “Instinct to breed.”
His most basic, most primal need. Robin swallowed heavily, “But, when-when we finished, it disappeared. I feel, I feel better.”
“I doubt it will be enough.” She answered solemnly. “Being with me, you’ve sated it for now…but I, in time you may need more. Your soul will yearn for more women, strong women, women worthy of you.
It wasn’t difficult to follow her train of thought. “What!? T-The Shepherds?” He asked, horrified.
“You desired them as a man. And as a man, one woman was enough for your needs…but now…”
“Gods! No… I, I can’t! That’s I could nev-“
“Robin, p-please!” She interrupted suddenly, rearing back and staring him dead in the eyes, her hands gripping tight into his shoulders. “Please…don’t say that. W-Whatever it takes, whatever happens…don’t fight it, not anymore. I-I’ve seen how much it hurts you, I was…I was so terrified.”
“T-Tharja…”
Dropping her gaze, she fell back against him, laying her head against his shoulder. “I would…I would rather see you with a thousand women than see you go through that again.”
He didn’t answer, couldn’t answer that. Nor could he promise her… Even now, he still couldn’t truly deal with Tharja’s sheer devotion to him.
“Then, if you knew all this…why did you never say anything?”
“It’s not as if I didn’t want to.” She answered bitterly. “But…If I told you, if I was able to convince you. I knew you would always look back, you would always wonder if there was more you could do. You would regret it.”
“I-I knew you needed to fight it, to fight against your own instinct with everything you had… U-Until yo-you finally accepted it, I-But you were so strong, you held out so, so long…. I was, I was so scared…”
Closing his eyes and leaning back against the wall, he wrapped his arms around her, holding her softly against him as he breathed deep and processed what he’d heard, slowly accepted what he now knew.
She was right.
He had fought it, he’d fought it with everything he’d had and he’d almost driven himself mad. He’d almost hurt the people he loved the most.
Lifting her mouth to his, he kissed her once more, his hands sliding warmly down her back as she slid against him. Her pussy grinding slowly over his hardening cock.
“Thank you Tharja.”
It was a nice feeling, he decided, one he’d missed. To be able to simply desire from his own feelings, not from instinct or need…just simple affection.
“You know…” She added, her mood quickly rising as she felt his lips running softly down her neck “With your power now, you could even create your own brand. The Mark of Robin.”
“W-What?” Robin reeled back, horrified at the very idea, he tried to make sure she was serious.
Tharja wasn’t the joking type. “I would wear it with pride.”
“Gods…” Shaking his head, he pushed that thought instantly from his mind. He didn’t even want to consider something like that.
For now, Robin decided as he lowered her gently to the bed, untying the cloth that held her breasts and dragging his tongue down her neckline…For now, this was more than enough.
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AN: First off, as always, thanks to everyone who’s left feedback about this. It really helps to have an idea about what it is you’re enjoying or looking forward to, so I can focus more around that.
Secondly, I know this chapter is a lot longer than the previous ones. I even cut a sweet Robin/Lucina/Morgan family bonding scene and it’s still this big. I’ve been trying to keep my chapters to 15-20 pages until now. So, tell me how you liked this, was it too big? Was it a slog to get through? Do I need to be more careful with my chapter size?
In response to some feedback, in brief:
-Robin thinking of Morgan in chapter two was meant to illustrate that he was so shocked by the idea of laying hands on her that it threw him back to clarity. An act even thinking of Lucina couldn’t do. He won't be making any moves on her anytime soon.
-Toggle: Good guess! :)
-Mega: I definitely understand, there's a deluge of good ideas that're never completed. All I can say is that I'll try my best, I've got some great ideas further down the track I'd love to do, but it needs setting up first. Before I can get into the really interesting threesomes/more... So I want to get there!
-Cedricus: Wow! Some of those are great, I'm just gonna straight up crib them! And some others are actually scarily close to what I'm planning already (and in at least one case something that I was hoping to use as a big twist... -_-;). Still, very impressive. For a few of them though, remember the goal here is about Robin manipulating/controlling people, there'll (ideally) be a lot of backroom stuff. But again, wow, thanks! If you have anymore definitely throw them down.
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