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Chapter Three: Experiences
Robin needed to find Tharja.
It was the sole thought that occupied his mind through the sleepless night and much of the day. He had tried to take a cold bath early in the morning, dumping bucket after bucket of water from a nearby river over his head. It got the ale smell out of his hair, but offered little comfort by itself.
He then attempted to study, poring over his tomes and trying to absorb the battle formations and strategies of wars past. But his thoughts refused to stay put, wandering around and drifting back to trying to solve why Tharja would do all of this to him. Was it out of spite for defeating her homeland? The woman didn't seem to be the patriotic type.
He had even tried to tackle Frederick's rigorous obstacle course, of which the first challenge after a two-hundred yard sprint was a nine-foot high brick wall, more than twice his height, with no handholds. It wasn't a difficult issue. If he ran at it fast enough and carefully jumped and measured the force he exerted against it with his feet, he could run up it just a tiny little bit and he could grab the top and start to pull himself over.
However, luck would have it that his footing slipped and while he was able to grasp the top and hold onto it, this meant that the rest of his body came into contact with the wall. Normally, this would not have been painful.
However, the moment his persistent erection came into contact against the wall, he gave a cry and let go of the top. His feet hit the ground unevenly and he toppled backward, the landing knocking the wind out of him in a pitiful whimper. It had nearly been a direct blow to the tip, the pain causing him to roll onto his side as he tried to massage the hurting region and regain his breath.
This had to have been the most annoying thing ever to be afflicted with, he thought to himself. It was the sole reason why he had been awake for the whole night and bothered and distracted for the entire day.
It was not normal. He had read some medical manuals before and most described such prolonged, unwanted arousal as painful. But what he experienced was as usual as a persistent erection could be. Beating off felt natural, as he discovered when he tried to solve the issue on his own during his bath, but whenever he came close, somehow the threshold would push itself just a little further. For a while he kept trying, moving faster, and gripping tighter, thinking of anything he considered hot and then throwing them all into one giant orgy. But it was to no avail, finally slamming his hand down with a defeated groan on the top of the water's surface.
For what had to have been the thirtieth time, Robin reminded himself that he needed to find Tharja.

When Robin finally located her, it was in the place where he last expected it: the mess hall. It's not that Tharja didn't eat, it's just that more often than not she would take her meal to her tent or quarters where she would eat in solitude. Very rarely did she come out to eat with the rest of the Shepherds.
He began to trudge over to where she sat, carefully holding a book across his waist in an attempt to hide his erection. But Tharja seemed to immediately sense his presence as she slowly turned to look at him, that smirk once again on her face. He felt himself pause, wary of continuing forth as her eyes locked onto his. Eventually, however, he worked up his courage and walked the rest of the way to her spot, sitting on the bench to her side.
"So have you given my proposition any thought?" She fiddled with her fork, twirling it around on the half-eaten plate in front of her. Her eyes turned away from him, instead focusing on one of the cream puffs on a plate in front of her.
Straight to business, then. He gave a huff. "Not really. It's hard to think when you've got a…" his cheeks turned a tiny bit pink, "y-you know what you did."
"Why, Robin, I'm afraid I don't know what you're talking about." Setting the utensil down, her hand slipped beneath the table, settling on her lap. "Please, tell me, what has been bothering you? I'm sure I can take good care of you."
"Tharja, look. I don't want you to play stupid with me," he tersely said, doing his best to ignore her innuendo. "Why? What do you want to accomplish here?"
"Well, I see that you have a problem and I have an answer." Her hand moved confidently onto his lap and he felt himself freeze. Very slowly it began to trace up and down, her fingers softly digging into his inner thigh, making his body tingle and heart flutter. "I just needed to make sure you'd come back to me."
"And giving me an everlasting boner is your preferred form of persuasion?" he hissed. "What do you want?"
He felt her fingers dig closer to his member and tried to stay calm. "I just see that you've been… upset about a few things, recently," she chuckled. "And I can offer you a solution." She reached forward and grabbed one of the pastries and took a bite out of it, some of the cream gushing out and smudging against her lips.
He tried not to think of his fantasy from last night, especially in front of Tharja. But then she took out that red handkerchief from underneath the cloth that covered her breasts and slowly wiped off the cream. He felt his throat go dry.
She knew what that cloth was for. She had to have known that his cum had been on that rag before and now it looked like she- that she was-
Nonononono. Don't think about it. That wasn't his cum on her lips. That was just cream.
Cream that she was slowly licking off his handkerchief.
He forced himself to speak. "And what… what would you propose?" He tried to be careful with his words. The last thing he wanted was to have Tharja turn them against him.
Her hand traveled upward and he gave a short, uncomfortable yelp when she rubbed a finger up his hardened length.
"Sex." The word smoothly rolled off of her tongue.
Gods, was she serious? "You're kidding me." He turned his distracted stare away from her. The heat in his cheeks was becoming even stronger and he hoped that everyone else was too busy enjoying a nice relaxing dinner to see him being fondled right in front of them.
"It's strange. From a glance you are hardly my type, but… there is something about you that I just can't pull away from." His breathing started to become a little deeper and slower, doing his best to contain the strange sensation of having another person touch his cock. It was so much more different than his hand. It tingled and sent jolts of electricity that made him bite his lip.
"Y-You've been with someone before, right?" he cautiously asked between breaths.
"I've had two real relations in the past, and at one point I was strictly seeing another woman for sex."
"A woman?" the new fact almost made him forgot she was molesting him beneath the table until she gave him another squeeze.
"She taught me everything I needed to know about myself and what I liked. She was quite good as a mistress, too, but we parted ways. I suppose it gave me the opportunity to grow my own skills."
He felt afraid to ask, but he was driven by the need to know. "What exactly did she teach you?" Her fingers curled around him through his pants and he grunted in surprise as she turned to face him.
"Dominating."
A wicked grin curled on her lips and he felt a chill go down his spine with her answer, one that was not related to how a finger had slipped beneath his waist band. He fought to not shudder, but his breath hitched.
"Do…Dominating?"
"I like being in control, having someone willingly powerless before you while you tease and prod away at them. It's quite fun for both parties, usually."
"Fun?" It made no sense to Robin. "Why would someone enjoy having no control during sex?"
"That," her finger was now running side to side along his waist and it was driving him insane with both worry and anxiety, "depends on how good the master is. And I know that right now," her hand was now all the way in his smallclothes, brushing directly against the tip of his member and his body stiffened in reaction, "I want you."
"A-As in, you want to…" he tried to keep his voice low, but he couldn't stop the disbelief in them, "to… to dominate me?"
"Every little bit of you." Her fingers wrapped around his hardened member and gave a light stroke. A quick gasp escaped his lips, but he bit down the rest of it. "What do you say to a trial, hm?"
"This has to be the craziest thing ever," he threw himself on the table, burying his head beneath his arms. "Here you are, molesting me, and you want to offer me a deal."
"I show you how enjoyable it can be and you decide if you want more." He tried to ignore that pulling feeling in his navel when she started to play around with his member even more. "I can make you feel good."
The temptation was real. He had been trying to find the damned woman all day and his erection had more than just bothered him. It frustrated him beyond belief, to know that this particular aspect of him was no longer in his control.
"W-When you dominate," he turned his head to the side, looking into her eyes, "what exactly do you do?"
"It depends on the person and how they like it," she slowly explained. "There are those that want a physical submission. Tied up, a little bit of pain, a sharp lash on the back. Others like me prefer to look for more of a mental submission, obeying my every command."
"That doesn't sound very fun to me…"
Tharja stayed silent for a moment, caressing him as she studied his features. "You've never been with anyone, have you?"
He felt his cheeks burn even hotter. "Yeah, I haven't. I-I'm still a… a virgin." The words tumbled from his mouth with difficulty.
"So come and fix that with me. I'll take care of everything." Her other hand tucked the red handkerchief back into her bosom. "I think you'll like it."
He told himself it was the stupidest idea ever. Tharja was a creepy lady who liked strange things. She used hexes to get what she wanted. She spied on him while he was fapping. Nothing good could really come from a situation like this.
And yet, with slow stroke after slow stroke beneath the table, he found himself buckling. He could feel her fingers becoming just a little slick as they obtained a light coating of precum from his tip. His mind screamed for orgasm, but his body wouldn't let him. Another pull from her, a tighter, faster one, and he felt himself shudder, a strangled moan coming from his lips.
And thus he found himself agreeing.
"A-Alright. Alright. What do we do?"
Her smile was wide, victorious, as she withdrew her hand from his pants. He suddenly found himself sorely missing the contact and he felt that pulling feeling again when she licked the tip of her finger.
"Go to your room."

A/N: Yeahp. Again, not much to say. This is probably the only chapter that stayed closest to the original idea when I first thought of it. I do have to say, though, the first draft had Tharja having more than just the three relationships stated in here. Other than that, this was pretty much from mind to paper.
Also, inb4 Fifty Shades of Tharja.
I do not own Fire Emblem and I look forward to all comments and criticism.
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