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Bred For Victory	By : DemenWorks Category: +A through F > Fire Emblem (all) > Fire Emblem (all) Views: 13189 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Round 2 – Noire Special Event (Robin’s Victory)
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The woman featured in each chapter are decided at random, so there’s no manipulation.
Who wins and gets to be with her is decided by YOU.
This time, with 268 Votes to 109, Robin won Noire’s favour.
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“In advance of the proceedings to come,” pushing her glasses up her nose as she waved the group to silence, Miriel addressed the small crowd, assembled once more in the Shepherd’s strategy tent, “Let me first offer appreciation for your attendance on such short notice.”
“I believe we are all rather curious,” Tiki answered, turning a highly amused smile towards where Robin was shifting his weight, slightly awkwardly, at the head of the table.
The mage herself was obviously no exception to that, “Unsurprising. Be that as it may, what is paramount here is that thanks to Robin’s sterling efforts, we now have far greater data about this remarkable phenomenon. Thus the co-”
Standing at his side, with her arm wrapped around his, Cherche interrupted with a polite cough, “It wasn’t thanks to Robin’s efforts alone.”
Most of the other girls laughed, Miriel was brought up short as if struggling to recalculate the destination needed to launch into her conclusion, “Er, correct. And your own equal efforts as well Cherche. Tangentially, I presume by your presence here, that you have already been filled in on all the details?”
“Of course.”
“Th-”
“I’m so, so sorry, Cherche!” once again, Miriel was interrupted, this time by Sumia, “It must have been a real shock! But… we weren’t keeping it from you out of spite, or, or because we didn’t trust you or anything like that!”
“S-Sorry…” Lissa winced, looking ashamed as she added to the Queen’s apology, a sentiment quickly added to by all the girls save the Sorceress and the Scientist.
“Fie. ‘Tis dishonourable to hide such things from a comrade, but please know we did it only out of discretion.”
“Oh my, of course, I quite understand,” accepting their apologies with a small wave of her hand, Cherche’s smile looked a lot brighter at having received them, “You weren’t sure if what you suspected was true, or if Noire was a simple co-incidence. And of course, you’d have no wish to risk letting rumours like this get out of hand around the camp.”
Several uneasy looks were passed between the women at that. Some, like Tiki or Anna held little concern for their position, but for the others, especially Sumia, Say’ri or Maribelle, any kind of salacious rumours could be ruinous to them. It would only take a little misunderstanding, or twisting of the truth, and word would be spreading about the would-be Empress of Chon’sin or the Duchess of Themis whoring themselves out among their army.
As a retainer to a Lord, Cherche added to their words with her own sincere promise of silence, she could well understand their fears. Of course, the fact that she was now currently carrying a child out of wedlock added significant weight to her sincerity.
*A-hem*
There was nothing polite at all about Miriel’s cough as she attempted to wrangle the discussions back on course.
“Regardless. The purpose of this meeting is to follow up on the new information we have secured. As you have perhaps surmised from her proximity to our Tactician, following my instruction at the previous meeting, Robin gained Cherche’s assistance and at some point the previous day, the two of them successfully copulated. Whi-”
“We made love,” the Roseanne maid corrected, her cheeks flaming red despite her unwavering words, “Vigorously. And repeatedly.”
“And! And you didn’t hold back at all, did ya, Robin!” Lissa jumped in, laughing excitedly, despite her own face blushing just as deeply, “He completely knocked her up!”
Maribelle tutted at her side, looking slightly askance but doing her job as diligently as ever, “Indeed. Lissa and myself have both confirmed it. There is no doubt that she is with Child.”
“Oh, that’s wonderful!” Tiki exclaimed, stepping forward to take both of their hands in her own, “I had thought I sensed a new life, but… Ah, congratulations! To you both, I know you’ll both make wonderful parents.”
“Th-Thanks,” Robin stammered, thoroughly overwhelmed.
“I am very happy,” Cherche was slightly more composed.
A chorus of echoed congratulations rang out at that. Some, like Say’ri and Sumia’s were honest and heartfelt, others were slightly envious, and, predictably, Tharja’s congratulations came through a very darkened gaze, dripping with jealousy.
“If you’re quite done?” Miriel made another attempt at bringing the discussions to order, “That is indeed the primary focus of our meeting today, as our two healers have discerned, Cherche is currently carrying Robin’s child. Which, under our previous hypothesis, should mean that Gerome’s fate has been changed. Frederick?”
“A remarkable growth,” the Knight answered simply at her prompting, “There really is no other words for it. While I only managed a very preliminary testing this morning, his results absolutely demolished any previous personal records. In all respects, it’s as if he is a new man. If I had not already seen a similar performance change from Noire, I would scarcely have believed it.”
As if he’s a new man. Those words resonated through Robin’s mind and he found himself momentarily lost in them, “So… So, Gerome is my son, now?” by all respects it was a happy thought, the family he’d always lacked was bigger than ever. But it was also equal parts strange to think of, and an awkward thing to process.
“Actually, no. That’s incorrect,” Miriel’s clinical words cut through the Tactician’s daydreams, as well as any further well-wishes about to be directed towards the couple, “That was a key factor in our previous assumptions, however, it seems that in this alone, reality has diverged from our expectations.
“I investigated Gerome extensively myself this morning and I can say categorically that, aside from his uniquely altered hair-colour, his biological heuristics have remained entirely static and, most importantly, entirely dissimilar to your own. Even more interestingly, he still appears to retain no memories of his father- categorically unlike the event that both Cynthia and Lucina claim to have gone through, he has experienced no rush of memories or recollection.”
“Wait, so then- What are you saying exactly?”
“I am saying, Chrom, that despite the fact that Cherche is currently pregnant with the presumed Gerome of this timeline, the one who has travelled into the past has no direct connection to Robin at all. He is no taller, his face retains the same shape, aside from his vastly improved performance, he is exactly the same as he was before.”
“I…” Robin stumbled at that thought, unsure quite what to think of it. In a way, it made things easier, but at the same time, it was almost sombre, “I see…”
“Without specific evidence or future testing, our conclusions are drastically limited. However, my initial assumption based off this new knowledge is that we are simply seeing the limits of fate, and the flux in place around these children. We can see that it has the possibility to change them entirely, but it will not warp their bodies, or alter their pasts. Very, very interesting, I have never imagined anything of the sort. As the next stage in our testing, I would be most interested to see the results of a successful impregnation of one of these time-travelling fema-”
“Anyway,” Sumia cut that thought off with a clap of her hands, “Where does this leave us then? What’s our next step?”
“Nothing has changed,” Miriel answered with a harrumph, “The improvements made to both Noire and now Gerome speak to themselves. Although only one of our male specimens has yielded any data so far,”
Chrom winced a little under her scrutinising look.
“The results have been incredible. More than enough to justify replicating this experiment among as many of the female Shepherds as would be willing…. Additionally, *ahem*, while we have no specific evidence to confirm this conclusion, as my own personal recommendation would be that- even though we have these results, we should be vigilant against half-measures moving forwards. That is, I still believe that for the best outcomes it is imperative that the copulation continue until impregnation has occurred- while there is no observable difference between Gerome and Noire’s changes, it is logical to assume that the effect of these changes on Gerome are more permanent than those on Noire.”
“Oh my. But, of course,” surprisingly, it was Cherche that spoke first after that comment. Squeezing a little tighter around Robin’s arm, she addressed the Tactician with a firm smile, “That’s exactly what I’m sure everyone here expected. Something as serious, and life changing as this, should not be dealt with casually, I’m sure none of them agreed to this just for the idea of bedding yourself or Lord Chrom. These women have all prepared themselves to carry your children. To grant them anything less would be an insult to their resolve.”
Turning away from her slightly bewildered lover, she addressed the group directly, “I can only speak on Robin’s behalf, of course, but- if any of you find that he’s shirking his obligations, please, tell me. We shall scold him together.”
“Chrom too! Of course!” Sumia jumped in at that, crossing the room and wrapping herself around her husband, “There’s no-one as steadfast as him, he’ll be certain to knock up anyone who wishes!”
“S-Sumia!? W-We talked about this?” The Exalt in question whispered in a panic under his breath as he found him and his Tactician suddenly being paraded towards a very amused, embarrassed and interested group of women, “I told you, I can’t just go around making royal bast-”
“Chrom! This is no time for that! Look, Robin’s already started! Are you just going to let him turn all the females of the camp into his hot, eager, willing breeding sluts? Are you just going to watch as he makes us his, one after another?” her fingers clung to him a little tighter, and her whisper dropped lower, breathless and insistent, “Y-You’d rather have a harem of your own, right? A group of women all moaning your name, and all stuffed full of royal seed…”
“Er…”
“Ah…”
The whole room was left shuffling awkwardly in place at that and even Miriel’s cheeks were blazing red as she too found herself not quite able to meet the hungry gaze of the Queen, or the mortified expression of their leader.
“A-Anyway!” Cordelia forced out. She wasn’t quite bold enough to point out that her friend was drooling, but was still loyal enough, or perhaps desperate enough, to quickly move the conversation along, “Now that we know… er, well, now that we have more evidence, is it not time to tell the other women?”
“No!” Tharja snapped at that, glowering bitterly at the red-head’s suggestion, “There’s enough of you after my Robin already, without getting anyone else involved! … At least let me have my turn first.”
“Well, we could just push them all towards our esteemed leader here, couldn’t we?” Anna teased, shooting a playful wink towards the Exalt, “C’mon big guy, you’re falling behind your own Tactician! Do you need some love advice? I offer a very competitive hourly rate!”
Chrom coughed awkwardly, shifting his gaze as his hand fell protectively over his money pouch. He hadn’t missed just which bulge the Merchant’s eyes had lingered on when she’d been making a show of looking him over.
“No!” shaking her head forcefully and wrapping her hands tight around herself, Tharja refused that idea too, “That’s even worse! Hmph! It’s bad enough having all these children around under our feet as it is, let alone thinking about adding more. But, if they’re going to be anyone’s children, they should be Robin’s.”
Most of the room turned to the Sorceress in surprise, having not expected anything like that from her and not being quite sure how to react to that. Admittedly, everyone knew that despite her prickly nature, the Plegian had repeatedly demonstrated something of a soft spot for Morgan, but even so, for the most selfishly-protective lover among them to declare outright that she wanted the man she adored to breed all her comrades… Robin was surprised, Chrom was exasperated, Anna was amused, Maribelle was scandalised, Tiki was intrigued, Cherche was pleased… and Sumia…
“Ahh! I understand!” was excited. Unwrapping herself from her husband, the Queen took Tharja’s hands in her own, staring into her eyes with the warm smile of someone who’d just found a kindred spirit, “I understand! I understand exactly what you mean! It’s exciting, isn’t it? Just imagining the man you love going around claiming other women… hhhaa… just thinking of them walking around, talking to you, greeting you as if everything’s normal, all the while carrying his child inside them…”
Chrom swallowed uncomfortably. It occurred to him that all the new maid’s the Palace had hired since Sumia’s appointment as his Queen had been young, single and exceptionally pretty. He’d wondered about that fact several times before, but now… he couldn’t help but worry…
“Er…”
“Ah-wha?”
“Well, anyway,” shaking her head at the sight of the Sorceress attempting to extract herself from the Pegasus Knight’s strange, but heartfelt, offer of friendship, Lissa gathered her resolve for a long moment, before sauntering across the tent- a mischievous smile dancing across her face and a surprisingly alluring swing in her hips, “It sounds like we’re done here, so…”
Slipping across the room, she walked right up to the Tactician, before taking hold of the lapels of his cloak and tugging him towards her. Closing her eyes and tipping her head up to meet his, Lissa met his lips with her own, covering them, in a soft, sweet kiss. Her lips parted inexpertly against his, and letting out a small moan, pushed herself tighter against him. It lasted only a few seconds, but when she broke away, the Princess stared into his surprised eyes, her cheeks flushed bright red, eyes aflame with excitement and moderate chest heaving in quick gasps. For a girl he’d long considered almost a sister, Robin was suddenly inextricably aware of just how womanly she really was- just how much lithe sensuality was contained in her light frame, and just how wonderful she felt in his arms.
Still holding to his cloak, Lissa rose to her tiptoes, this time setting her lips right up to Robin’s ear.
“That was my first kiss,” she whispered, the breathless voice carrying in the shocked-silent tent, “You’re welcome to all my other firsts too… So, come visit me sometime, okay?”
Her finger trailed down his chest as she stepped back. Chewing on her lips a moment, she met the astonished look in his eyes for just a second, before dropping her own gaze, the bright-red blush covering all the way down her neckline clearly telling just how much the spritely girl had just pushed herself.
“Lissa!”
But, before he had a chance to reply, Maribelle’s scandalised voice rang out, and the noblewoman darted across the tent, frantically pulling her friend away from the bewildered Tactician.
“Wh-What are you doing!? Didn’t we agree to talk about this!? You said you felt the same, that it’d be wonderful if our sons could become brothers!”
“H-Hey, Maribelle! Hey, stop, stop pulling me! Oi! C’mon! Chrom’s my brother you know!?”
“I’ve already said, it’s different when it’s among royals! You don’t need to worry so much!”
“Ah! Wait a seco-”
And so, with their argument continuing out into the afternoon sun, the two women disappeared out the tent and into the Shepherd’s camp.
“Er, ah-hhaha…” laughing awkwardly, Robin very pointedly didn’t look at the woman standing directly beside him, or at Chrom, standing another metre away from him.
“Wow…”
“Huh…”
“Ah! Fie! L-Lady Tiki! Please, wait, I beg you! I-I’m sorry, fie, please, give me just a little longer, I’m… I’m not mentally ready to follow your lead just yet…”
“Hmm, so all our children could be siblings? That’s…”
“Hmph!”
Busy avoiding two people’s gaze and with the onslaught of reactions carrying on throughout the tent, Robin almost missed the way Tharja shook of Sumia’s hands and set her gaze on him, her eyes burning with sudden determination as she stalked through the tent towards him.
Even when she was mad, the Sorceress was as dangerously alluring as ever. Her strides were long and clear, letting him see all the way up her deliciously lithe legs with every step, the golden belt around her waist perfectly accentuating the sway in her hips and the thin strip of cloth just barely keeping her modesty. Quickly raising his eyes did nothing to help, since he was drawn instead to the sight of her enormous breast bouncing and heaving, just barely restrained by yet another (probably enchanted) thin strip of cloth, as well as the beautiful, porcelain white skin, a stark contrast to the heat of the desert she called home.
Normally Robin had enough self-control not to let himself get caught up in the beauty of the women around him, or to keep such fantasies to his own private thoughts, but right now after everything that’d already happened and especially with the sweet taste of Lissa’s first kiss on his lips, his usual self-control was long gone.
And so, he was struck dumb, watching as the Plegian swiftly covered the distance between them.
Clearly taking her cue from the Princess and, just as clearly, intentionally surpassing her, Tharja slid directly up to the Tactician, pushing her incredible body against his, and linking her arms possessively around his neck. Standing half a head shorter than Robin, she lifted her eyes up to meet him, the anger dissipating from her expression as she stared at him with just as much adoration as ever and -now that only he could see her face- a small, warm smile, the same smile she’d offered him privately on that memorable night that’d started so many things.
“I won’t lose to anyone.”
Tilting her head up towards him, she sealed her words with a kiss. Opening her mouth to his, and easing his own open in return, Tharja wrapped her arms tighter around him, pressing her body in closer, leaving her massive breasts squishing into his chest and her smooth legs sliding along his, until every inch of her was grinding against him, and until she could feel the familiar (and very missed) feeling of his cock swelling against her stomach- thick, hard and hungry toward her wanton advances.
Establishing just the same dominance over the absent Princess and any other onlookers in the room, she kissed him harder, deeper and far more desperately than the spritely blonde. If there were any that doubted the Dark Mage’s affection and almost debauched submission to the Tactician, the sight of the usually reclusive woman so brazenly offering her entire body to him, was more than proof enough- even without the audible sigh she released when she finally did break away from him.
“And, I won’t let anyone breed me but you. Go ahead and fill this whole army with your seed, but please, fill me first.”
Having more than proven her point, Tharja spun on her heel and (despite the blazing red blush burning all the way down her neckline) stalked past the assembled group, without so much as a backwards glance and with only slightly wobbling legs.
By the time Robin had come back to his senses after that, he found that Cherche had already taken hold of his sleeve and was in the process of dragging him outside, past where Chrom was holding his head in exasperation, where Tiki was giving him a strangely appraising look as Say’ri held onto her wrist, past where Anna offered him a playful wink that did nothing to calm his rampaging heart, and past where Sumia seemed to be now behind Cordelia, attempting to push her friend forwards… and then behind where the Pegasus Knight fled out in mortification a moment later.
“Er… ah, sorry,” he began as they exited the tent, and things began to make a bit more sense in the afternoon sun, “I didn’t expe-”
“Oh, I’m not mad,” Cheche waved his apology away as she curled herself up around his arm, sending him a smouldering look as assurance, “Hehe… Well, it’s a little to get used to, but I’m glad you’re so popular. I’ve always wanted a big family.”
So saying, she shifted direction, guiding him back through the camp towards his own tent.
“Unfortunately though, I have only a few hours left I can spare today, I’ve got duty in the training field, I need to look after Minerva, and I’ve got the late patrol tonight too. So, I’m intending to make the most of it… Now, if I remember correctly, didn’t you promise to train me how to ‘service your cock’, today?”
Robin’s jaw dropped and pleasant shiver ran down his spine when he saw just how serious her expression was. Words spoken in the heat of the moment were one thing, but to hear them spoken aloud… to hear someone as proud of Cherche speaking them aloud. His throat went dry, but his body reacted eagerly!
“In th-”
“R-Robin!”
Unfortunately, once again, the Tactician barely had a chance to get a word out, before he was interrupted. This time the shout came from over his shoulder and, turning in place, he was surprised to see a very out-of-sorts Noire running towards him? “Noire?” after the encounter he’d just had with her mother, and seeing the snowy-white hair bouncing on her head as she ran towards him, then as she bowed to her waist, his thoughts went spiralling even worse than before.
“Ro-Robin!” she repeated, her cheeks flushed red, eyes filled with nervous tears and her entire body trembling as she pressed her resolve, “I-I, pl-please, I ne-need to speak to you! A-Alone! Pl-Please…?”
“Huh…? Ah? What? Noire, are you okay? Is something wrong?”
Even for the tremendously timid Noire, that was an incredibly faltering speech. Which was even more strange, since he was usually one of the few people she was able to talk comfortably to. That’d long been something Robin had held up as something of a feather in his cap, apparently, despite how reclusive his work sometimes made him, he was still approachable enough that someone as apprehensive as her was able to speak easily to him.
“I-…” pausing, and clenching her fists, Noire took several large steadying breaths. Which, after having just recently been acquainted to Tharja’s incredible bust, had the unfortunate effect of reminding Robin that her daughter’s were just as impressive, “I’m fine. I just… there’s just, something I need to discuss with you.”
More than observant enough to catch the sideways glances the archer was accidently sending her way, Cherche couldn’t help but laugh, “My, but you really are popular today, aren’t you? Very well, that works for me too. As I said, I’ve got a lot I need to take care of today, so I’ll leave you to it.”
Offering an appeasing smile towards the other girl, the Wyvern Rider stepped away, releasing Robin’s arm with a small sigh.
“Ah.”
“Oh now, don’t look so disappointed,” appraising him, and then stepping forward under the guise of adjusting his collar, she slid her lips to his ear, dropping her voice to an alluring whisper, “I’ll come visit you tonight when I’m done if you like, if you’re not already busy with another woman… well, unless you’d like to me join in?”
“Ch-Cherche!”
“Now, now, just enjoy yourself. For now, Noire needs you.”
“Er, ah…” completely lost as to how this conversation was evolving, the archer faltered, “T-Thank you, Cherche?”
Laughing to herself, the former maiden of Rosanne was already walking away. It was far from the kind of relationship she’d ever dreamed herself into, but she was quickly finding that there was something very enticingly exciting about this whole situation, it seemed things would be moving faster than any of them expected.
Two days ago, she’d been considering herself on the verge of being an old maid. Yesterday she’d uncovered a ridiculous conspiracy, confessed to the man she loved, lost her virginity, been proposed to and gotten pregnant. And now, she realised she was truly becoming accustomed to the idea of sharing her husband-to-be out around the camp- that she wanted to experience motherhood alongside the women she cherished most, and that she loved the idea of Gerome having all sorts of different brothers and sisters, as many as possible.
‘Maybe I’ve gone crazy,’ she wondered, it probably seemed like it from the outside, ‘Ohwell. Minerva adores him at least, and she’s always approved of a strong male having multiple mates.’
Even so, with both of them knowing that her panties were still currently sitting atop his desk, Cherche let her hips swing a little wider as she walked away, ensuring that even as she left him alone with the busty archer, her fiancé’s gaze would stay on her for a little longer still.
***
After arriving back in the Tactician’s tent, Robin busied himself tidying up the various papers he’d left strewn across his desk while the Archer dithered in place, glancing at the (now sealed) entrance and trying to build up the courage to say what she intended. To most people, it probably would have been a little awkward, but having spent as much time with Noire as he had, Robin was very used to her sheepishness, so it felt closer to a comfortable routine instead- something that wound up calming them both down.
“A-Are, are you… Robin, er, ah, my Mother… She’s been a little different lately, in how she’s been acting, y-you must have noticed?” she began finally, not quite looking at him as she squeezed her hands together, swaying (unknowingly enticingly) in place as she did so, “Sometimes, I think she’s just the same as always, but others, I think she’s really happy…. Which is good! That’s good! But, ah, you know how she is… and, she’s stopped talking about how to… how to get your attention. Instead, it’s just about things she wants to do with you, or how she wants to spend time with you. She didn’t even say anything when she saw you with Cherche this morning!”
Robin winced at that, it was hard not to feel guilty when hearing first-hand the effect he’d had on Tharja and how much he meant to her, when he’d spent these last few weeks without ever clearing the air between them. The fact that she’d been so reasonable with him then getting with Cherche… With everything that’d been on his mind, it was only just occurring to him now, just what something like that must have seemed like to the Sorceress.
Completely oblivious to his struggle, Noire paused a moment, building up the will to push forwards- crossing a boundary in their friendship.
“R-Robin! Are you… Are you, in a relationship with my mother?”
“With Tharja?” he shook his head, “No, it’s… it’s more complicated than that.”
“You’re not?” her words were a mix of disappointment and hope entwined, “Then what about Miss Cherche? You… you seemed really close to her, this morning?”
That one was less complicated, “I intend to marry her.”
Noire balked and gasped, jolting upright with her jaw hanging open. For a moment, Robin thought that would be the end of the discussion, but then, seemingly from nowhere, her fists clenched and her resolve gathered once again, “I-I-Intend? B-But, she didn’t have a ring? S-So, you haven’t made it official yet?”
“Er… Yeah, that’s right.”
“Then, then… le-let me, before it’s too late, let me, I n-need to say… t-tell you…”
While she’d gotten a lot better at talking to him comfortably the past few months, Robin was still familiar with the sight of Noire looking like a rabbit trapped in a corner. But, looking at her now, he’d never seen her like this before. Rather than flinching away from his gaze, she was staring determinedly back into his eyes. Rather than huddling back into herself, her posture was set firm and her hands were clenched so tight at her waist that her knuckles were ghostly white. There was no doubt it was taking every drop of her usually-wavering courage to stand here right now, her eyes were open wide and shimmering with unshed tears. But, caught under the sheer weight of desperation in her expression, captivated by the pleading light in her eyes, he could only stare in wonder.
She was beautiful of course, despite the more modest style of clothing, she still took after her mother in all the most dangerously enticing ways. But it wasn’t Noire’s abundant curves, nor the tightness of her posture that left Robin’s heart leaping in his chest right now. What enthralled him instead was the realisation that this was Noire pushing herself to her limits. The shy, troubled, sweet and quiet girl he’d always felt an instinctive urge to protect was facing him with everything she had, as if this was the most important thing she’d ever done.
Captivated, he swallowed heavily.
“I… I… I- I, I… Hhha… Ro-Robin, I…I!”
Her tension mounted, her body shook. And then, just as he was sure she was about to revert to her other personality,
“I love you!” she cried out, the words seeming to explode from within the quivering archer with such force that the entire tent felt filled with her conviction, “I love you! I always have! In the future, it was always you that looked after me, you were so kind and so sweet, an-and, I never forgot you, not ever. I missed you so much when I was growing up, I used to cry just thinking about it! I-I came back to save you as much as to save my mother!
“B-But, but you were the one that saved me! I… Robin, when I came to the past, I was so scared, I was lost and alone, and I didn’t know what was going on. But you saved me, you rushed right through all those slavers and protected me, you took all their attacks an-and sent them away like they were nothing. That’s when I understood… I’ve never forgotten that moment, when you pulled me away from them, when you held me against you… I was so confused, but I knew if I was with you, I was safe. An-And, that’s when I realised that I’d fallen for you… That I didn’t love you as a childcaring for a kind adult, but as a woman in love with the man she adores.”
Listening to her speak, taking in the sheer weight of her admissions, he could scarcely draw breath. It was rare to hear her speak this much about anything, let alone something so important she’d held so close to her heart all this time.
“I-I know it’s strange, for me to love you… I tried not to, I tried to just… just stop. I’ve tried all this time. But, I can’t help it! Just thinking about you makes me happy, just being around you makes me feel warm, I-I can understand exactly what my mother means when she talks about you, b-because I feel the same… An-And, thinking about you with someone else, watching you with someone else hurts so much I can’t stand it!”
“Noire…”
“So, so please! Robin, just, please answer me… What, d-do you feel for me? …A-Am I just your friend’s daughter to you?”
“No. Of course not.”
This time, he didn’t need even a moment, nor any time to consider his answer. The way he felt for her, like he felt for all the Shepherds was greedy, insanely and unfairly so. But he knew his feelings were true, and with the new outlook he’d decided for his future, there was no longer any reason to hold himself back or pretend anything else.
“Ah, sorry Noire,” he brushed his hand through his hair a little sheepishly, “It sounds like you’ve been worried about all kinds of complicated things. But I never once thought of trying not to fall in love with you. I cherish you, I always have.”
Her body jolted stiff, quivering just slightly as she stared at him, her eyes wide, and filled with shimmering tears. Her face was flushed bright red, and her mouth hung open without a sound coming out, as if she’d come to this point but couldn’t understand what she was hearing. As if, in her self-doubt, she’d never been able to imagine this outcome ever happening.
Reaching out to her, Robin brushed his hand gently across her face, using his thumb to wipe away a teardrop the moment it spilled down her cheek.
“Let me be clear. Noire, I love you too. Not as Tharja’s child, or a trusted companion, or anything else, I love you like the woman you are. The woman who’s always doing her best no matter how scared she is, who’s always worried about her friends and everyone else around the camp, who always sends Morgan with food for me whenever I miss a meal… Of course I love you, how could I not?”
“A-Ah… I, I… I… AH!”
The look on her face exploded into a smile brighter than anything he’d ever seen from the usually downcast girl, and she suddenly snapped into action! Leaping forwards, she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and threw herself into his chest, leaning up to meet his lips with her own.
Or… at least… that’s what she intended to do.
Instead, being caught up in her excitement and having no experience with anything like this, Noire wound up banging her mouth into his, smacking their teeth together and sending them both reeling backwards.
“Ah… S-Sor-Mmph!?”
Fortunately, by now, Robin had gained enough confidence with women to at least cover for her mistake. Reaching out gently for her head, he pulled her back towards him, cradling her in his hands as he met her lips gently with his own in a soft, warm kiss.
Letting herself fall into his embrace, Noire moaned softly into his mouth. Her mind was still whirling dizzily with everything that’d just happened, and her entire body was shivering in nervous excitement. But she always felt safe when she was with Robin, and the feeling of his arms secure around her, and his lips easing her tenderly through her first kiss slowly calmed her down.
After a minute, she was leaning contentedly against him, holding her arms tight around his neck and delighting in the feeling of his chest, strong and solid, against her own.
After a minute more, she was kissing him back in just the same way, following his lead and slowly deepening their embrace, opening her mouth against his and pushing her tongue tentatively towards his own.
Her heart was pulsing with joy, her body shivering quietly in delight, and her head flowing happily through the heavens. It had taken Noire everything she had to confess her feelings to him, but despite it, she’d never truly believed her love could ever be reciprocated. Not with the way her mother had been acting lately, and especially not after the way she’d seen Cherche around him earlier.
This was more than she’d ever prepared for. And it was better than she’d ever dreamed.
It felt like an eternity before they finally separated, but even by her own reckoning she knew it was probably only a few minutes. Breaking away to breathe, she slid back down his chest, leaning her head against him and sucking in unsteady breaths.
“A-Ah… Robin… I’m so happy.”
Looking down at Noire smiling warmly up at him, Robin could only sigh with heavily conflicted emotions. The feeling of her pressed up against him was doing incredible things to him, with long slender legs, deviously wide hips and an enormous soft chest (currently squishing delightfully against his own), Noire took directly after her mother in that way, and with the way things seemed to be going now, the Grandmaster had lost all ability to resist appreciating the delights of his companions’ bodies. But even more than that, she looked so content and so happy, in a way that was cruelly rare for the poor girl.
Separating himself from her, was a difficult task and one made only more difficult by the look of confusion spreading across his face as he gently eased her a step away from him. But he knew he had to do it. That was the kind of man he was, the kind of man he needed to be, he wouldn’t continue without being completely open with her.
“Noire, wait. Before… before we go any further, there’s actually a lot I need to tell you too, and it may not be easy for you to hear.”
The confusion on her face turned to worry, and nervousness. Taking her hand, he squeezed it gently, reassuring her that he wasn’t rejecting her before guiding her to a chair near the centre of the tent and seating himself across from her, giving her a few meters of space.
“What I’m about to explain… you don’t have to accept or agree with any of it. If you’re disgusted, or offended… I-ah… You can just walk away anytime. I won’t hold it against you, well, it’s all my fault anyway… What I’m saying is, Noire, you’re not under any obligation here, I won’t blame you if you change how you feel about me. I’d probably deserve it honestly.”
The concern in her expression blossomed into outright fear, and Robin could only wince in response. He felt terrible for ruining the mood of what was surely an incredibly important moment for Noire, for a woman he loved, but he knew he’d feel even worse if he didn’t.
“I-I don’t understand?”
“I know.”
And so, facing her with the full weight of his conviction; after answering her love in a way she’d barely dreamed of, the Tactician began what would come to be a story unlike anything the Archer could possibly have expected.
***
As Robin’s explanation began, Noire quickly shifted in the chair he’d provided until she was sitting perched right on the edge, staring back at him with a look somewhere between disbelief and wonder.
“S-So… So… I was right… about you and mother…” she whispered, “I thought she seemed so different lately… that’s why she was so happy…”
Chewing on her lip, a mellow look settled across her face for a moment. Watching her difficult expression, it wasn’t hard for the Tactician to guess how she was processing the thought of the man she loved in bed with her own mother. However, to his surprise, even that soon passed and her focus moved instead to the long bangs, framing either side of her face.
“So… that’s why I’ve been feeling so much better lately? I… suppose should thank her…It’s strange. And, my hair wasn’t always white? I can’t imagine it.”
“Well, it looks good on you,” he was probably biased in that respect, but there was something undeniably and sinfully exciting about seeing his own hair colour expressed among the future children, “I can’t picture it any other way either now, I have no idea what colour it originally was.”
“I… I think it was always this colour. It feels right like this, like it’s how it’s supposed to be… And… and, that wouldn’t change my feelings anyway.”
Raising an eyebrow, now it was Robin’s turn to be surprised. He knew Tharja would probably agree with that sentiment, but there was no way he wanted to touch the implications she was raising. He decided to keep Miriel’s observations to himself.
“It’s almost impossible to believe, it sounds ridiculous,” she breathed, shaking her head, “But… it makes sense. It’s, it’s almost a relief, knowing why… I’ve been worried about it, about why my memories of the future seemed so clouded. I can remember everything we said, and did, and what happened, but when I try to picture my past, how I grew up- I can see you clearly, and Mother, and Lord Chrom of course, but everyone else, all the other Shepherds, I can’t place them at all.”
It wasn’t hard to guess why she suddenly looked so guilty, she couldn’t remember her own father. Feeling his heart clenching in his chest, Robin scrambled for something to move the conversation along.
“Why me?”
Her eyes suddenly brightened, laughing lightly as a wan smile blossomed on her face. And now, Robin’s heart was tightening for a whole different reason. If he didn’t already love her, he was sure he would have fallen for her in that very moment.
“Because you’re so precious to me, of course. Mother would never forgive me if I forgot you!”
That she could still say that so easily after what he’d already told her left the Tactician staring in amazement. She really was like her mother, and just like with Tharja, he found it difficult to accept that he was worthy of such earnest affection. Shaking his head as he fought down a smile in response to her own, he continued the story.
***
“I-I can’t… I can’t believe it! Th-that’s… O-Ohh….”
As Robin told her all about the meeting he’d had with Chrom and some of the female Shepherds, Noire found herself unable to stand still. Standing back on her feet and shifting in place, she held her hands over her heart, fighting back the urge to move even closer towards him. It was embarrassing, but she couldn’t help it. Every time she heard him talking about other women, her heart pounded and her latent magical power swirled uneasily through her soul, it made her just want to cling to him!
“They really asked you to do that!? T-To just go and, and… and, and s-s-s-sleep with, with, with everyone!?”
“I couldn’t believe it either. I thought it must have been a joke, or that they were being ridiculous. But, well… I suppose, you’d know the truth of it better than anyone, wouldn’t you?”
Noire paused. She could hardly deny that. It wasn’t something she could possibly have missed, she’d even said it herself. lately it had felt like almost everything had been going her way. Training or challenges that she’d used to struggle through, she now passed without a thought, when she was on the battlefield, things seemed far clearer than they ever had before, to the point where she felt like she could almost see the flow of the enemies tactics unfolding before her… and, she’d even been beating Severa in their drills lately! She’d even managed to score some points on Lucina!
A part of her felt truly did feel thankful, both to her mother and to Robin. But another part of her couldn’t help but chill coldly at the thought.
“I couldn’t accept it in the end, or, I haven’t at least. If it’s someone who I care for, and who cares for me, then, that’s one thing, but not just like that… not just for the sake of doing so. I’m sure Chrom felt the same.”
Looking over at the abashed look on his face, she breathed out a sigh, feeling the chill thawing at his words. Despite the insane situation, and despite what it meant for him, the man she loved was still the same.
***
As Robin went on, admitting to everything that’d happened the previous afternoon, Noire stepped closer and closer, step by step, until she was standing directly above him. Surprisingly though, even when he was left looking right up at her, he didn’t feel uncomfortable from her presence at all. As a result of her ever-gentle demeanour, it seemed that it was impossible for Noire to feel imposing.
“So that’s what you meant earlier… about Cherche… S-So you really did… She’s… she’s really… c-carrying your child? And, you’re going to marry her? And anyone else that does the same?”
“Yeah. Regardless of what caused this situation, or what it becomes… I want to do the right thing, as much as I can. I won’t just leave her, or anyone else, with my child. I want to support her. I-I want to have a family, in whatever shape that winds up being.”
His words hung in the air, and there was a heavy pause between them as Noire shivered on the spot, only slowly gaining the courage to put to voice the question left lingering in her mind.
“Then, did you… do you intend to also ma-marry me?”
“If you’ll have me.”
***
By the time he wrapped up the last few details of his explanation, Noire was seated in his lap, her arms linked around his neck and her head resting on his shoulder.
For such a timid girl, she was constantly surprising him with her boldness today, Robin could only put it down to how far she’d already pushed herself and how open they’d both been about everything they’d shared.
Not that he was complaining, rather, he found his heart glowing in his chest at the sight of getting to see her acting so openly and intimately affectionate like this, he doubted anyone else ever had. And, of course, given the way her subtle scent was tickling his senses and how her abundance of wonderfully soft curves were currently laid out against him, he was also left forcefully pushing down an intense physical reaction.
With his cloak open around his shoulders, he could easily feel Noire’s enormous chest pushing into him through the thin layer of his shirt and her own light top. And, given the low cut nature of her top (almost surely a result of the fabric being stretched almost to bursting with the size of her breasts), Robin knew it would be far too dangerous to risk looking down right now, lest he lose his concentration and spoil the mood entirely.
As a man, he couldn’t help but lament the fact that his thick pants meant he couldn’t truly feel the sensation of Noire’s thighs and ass as they slid around atop him- but that worked in his favour regardless. Holding a woman he loved in his arms, and feeling her against him like this, even with his commendable resolve, there was no way he could have kept his cock from stretching out, rock hard, but with the padded clothing, he was at least able to shift enough and position her atop him in such a way that he could at least keep it from pressing directly into her.
Whether she was being bold today or not, Noire was anxious almost by nature. She was someone that Robin had always tried to treat gently and kindly… the last thing he wanted was for her to so suddenly feel the full force of his attraction to her.
“It’s an unbelievable story,” she whispered finally, a few minutes after his tale ended, “If it were anyone else… I would think they were a cad, trying to justify their womanising.”
“…Yeah.”
“But, I believe you, Robin. I think I still would, even without having felt the changes myself.”
She was her own person, but in some ways, she really did take after her mother, “Noire…”
Pushing herself back upright, she turned to face him now, smiling gently at him as she stared into his eyes. The nervousness still radiated from her expression, but so too did a measure of strength. She’d made up her mind, she was moving from the precipice and readying herself to jump- to make the decision that would define her life from now on.
“What if I don’t want to share you? C-Could it just be, just the two of us? Couldn’t I make you happy myself?”
“Of course you could. You would. I know I’d be happy to be with you, I’ve never doubted that. Noire, if… if you can’t accept this, then I’ll forever be jealous of whatever man you do settle down with. But… I can’t do that. I’m sorry, I’ve already started this, I’ve made a commitment, I need to see this through.”
“Do you love them?”
“Yes. Of course. Just as much as I love you.”
And at that, suddenly Noire deflated, lolling her head to the side, she breathed out something between a laugh and a sigh, “…You cad.”
Feeling the tension completely evaporate from the woman in his arms, Robin could only laugh. There was no venom in her words, and he couldn’t exactly deny it anyway.
“It’s actually a relief I suppose,” she admitted, letting out a small laugh of her own along with him, “I-I I’ve always been thinking how I’d face mother if you ever did feel the same… Did she truly agree to share you? That’s the hardest part of your story to believe.”
“I definitely think it took her some time to get used to the idea,” he admitted. “But she’s come around to it.”
Tharja’s reaction to learning that he’d slept with Cherche had been something Robin had dreaded going into the meeting this morning, he’d been almost tripped up to find that her reaction was no reaction at all. She hadn’t exactly gone out of her way to be pleasant to the Wyvern Rider, but equally, she hadn’t been any more prickly than usual. If anything, she’d just been more determined to stake her claim on him than ever; despite the way she dressed, Robin knew better than anyone that Tharja was hardly one for public showings of affection, she wasn’t skilled at dealing with people and never liked getting attention, for her to kiss him like that showed how serious she was about all this. Whatever soul-searching the Sorceress needed to accept this new situation, she’d clearly already done it.
“It’s still strange… Thinking of you with other women… Th-Thinking about Cherche, she’s really, already carrying your child? And, and, sharing you with my own mother? It’s strange,” chewing on her lip, Noire tossed from topic to topic, rolling them around between them. But, even as she said them aloud, she didn’t seem to find them as distasteful as she expected, “But, I suppose, beyond that it’s… it’s a happier outcome, isn’t it? So, no-one has to be disappointed, and we can all stay together, me and you, and mother, and Severa.”
Robin blinked, “…Severa?”
Noire gasped in response, blushing red, clearly having let her thoughts out than she’d intended, “O-Ooh, that’s… That’s my condition!”
“Huh?”
“I’ll marry you, s-so long as you marry Severa too. She’s my best friend, s-so, I-I was thinking… if I’m going to be sh-sharing you, then I want her to be happy too?”
There was far, far too much there for Robin to even attempt to unpack right now. Especially not with the way Noire was squirming back and forth in his lap.
“Er, ah… If she’s okay with that?”
Her face blossomed into a beaming smile that lit up his heart, and she settled atop him, this time holding herself only an inch away from him.
“Good. Th-Then..?”
He swallowed. He was slightly better at dealing with this now, but it was still an incredibly nerve-wracking, exhilarating, electrifying experience. At least with Cherche, it’d been in the warm daze of post-coital bliss.
“I love you. I want to be with you forever. I want to have a family with you. I want you to be mine, and when this is all over, I want you to be my wife. Noire, will you marry me?”
And finally, at that moment, after all she’d pushed herself through, Noire’s resolve finally collapsed and no matter how she opened her mouth no words came out. Nodding her head up and down as warm tears spilled freely down her cheeks and her face radiated a joy never before seen on the usually timid archer, she gave her reply all the same. And, a second later, pulling him almost forcefully against her, she made it as clear as possible.
“Mm-mmm!”
“Hhmm! Ah- Robin! Mmmahh!”
Noire’s lips crashed against his own with a hungering intensity, her hands ran through his hair and she moaned into his mouth as she pushed herself into him, rocking back and forth atop his lap. Moving his own hands up her lower back, to take a firm, possessive, hold of her, Robin happily fell into her rhythm, smoothly taking the control and meeting her lips with his own. Despite her eagerness, Noire moved a little awkwardly and with just a note of hesitation, this was still only her second kiss.
But, equally in spite of her eagerness, she wasn’t insistent in the least, more than happy to simply revel in being connected to the man she loved -her fiancé- she simply followed his lead, matching his movements with his own and delighting in the electric pleasure that ran through her body as she ground lightly against him.
Several minutes passed just like that, but as they did so, the heat between the now engaged couple only rose higher and hotter.
Emboldened by her desire, Noire began grinding herself even harder against Robin’s sturdy frame, moaning ever louder each time she felt her massive breasts pushing into his chest. Already her nipples were rock hard, and already her body had begun to tremble with the sensation of them dragging against his shirt.
Her hands were similarly excited; shifting from cradling the Tactician’s head, to lovingly caressing his face as their embrace had heightened even further, soon they were running with inexperienced, nervous glee across the full expanse of Robin’s torso. She’d already pushed his cloak off his shoulders and over the chair, which left her full reign to trace her fingers over his shirt, directly feeling his muscles tensing under her fingers in a way that left her hips twisting back and forth atop his lap, pressing into him with an urgency she’d never felt before.
For Robin’s part, his valiant attempts to keep his now painfully hard erection from the Archer’s notice were quickly undone as she began to shift in his lap. Which meant he had no reason to hold back as he slid his own hands up and down Noire’s trim, toned back, feeling the supple softness of her creamy white skin under his fingers and drawing her even closer to him as her tongue danced alongside his own, and their kiss grew even deeper.
In the end, Noire was the first to give in. Breaking their kiss with something between a moan and a sigh, she slid backwards off Robin’s lap, pulling lightly at his shirt as she stumbled to her feet on unsteady legs.
“Robin, c-can you stand up?”
“Something wrong?”
He followed her immediately, only to find her arms sliding down and around his waist, and the Archer motioning him to turn in place, pushing her head lightly into his chest to urge him backwards through the tent.
“B-Because…”
Her voice was barely a whisper, but rather than trembling with fear he could hear nothing but excitement in her words. It was right then he realised just where she was leading him.
“Because, I don’t want my first time to be in a chair.”
His ankle caught on his bedroll, and Robin was taken off guard- both by Noire’s words and by the surge of arousal that slammed through him at hearing them, that he didn’t even have a moment to resist before he found himself pulled down (as gently as the slender girl could manage) onto the pile of blankets below them.
“N-Noire?” he whispered, letting out a gasp as the archer slid down atop him. Straddling her legs on either side of him, feeling the thick, hard rod between her legs, she let out a breathless moan before dropping fully down atop him, letting him feel the full, pillowy weight of her enormous chest as well as the smooth touch of her fingers as she slipped her hands below his shirt, pulling it up and over his head, “A-Aren’t we, AH! Noire, h-hey, isn’t this a bit too fast?”
She’d only just told him she loved him less than ten minutes ago, and she was already pulling his clothes off!? With the way he was left holding back his moans each time her hips rocked back along the length of his achingly hard cock, Robin was hardly complaining, but he couldn’t possibly help but worry about the girl, and just how far she was pushing herself.
“No,” shaking her head forcefully, she denied it instantly and with far more conviction than he was used to hearing from the girl. When she looked up at him, her cheeks were shining bright red in embarrassment, but her eyes were clear with determination, “No. This, this isn’t too fast at all. Nnn… Robin, I’ve… I’ve dreamed of having your child for so long, ever since the night we met Morgan. I, I think about it most nights… And you’ve already… with Cherche…”
“Ah…”
“I-If you’re going to breed anyone, breed me! I’ll happily have your children, a-as many as you want! I’ll proudly walk around the camp like that, letting everyone see that you’ve claimed me! That I’m your woman!”
Her voice was thick with lust, to the point that Robin almost thought her other personality had come out. It was clear she’d stumbled into something of a fetish with this, but… right now, with a woman he loved dearly lying atop him, caressing him and stripping him, while telling him how badly she wanted his children… Even the Tactician’s steadfast resolve wavered!
Of course he wanted the same thing! Who wouldn’t? It was like a dream come true!
While Robin’s mind was still reeling, wondering if it was really alright to just go along with this, Noire took advantage of his hesitation to yank his shirt up over his head, before leaning down and pressing her lips directly into his collar, swiftly putting an end to any deliberation!
Moaning eagerly into his bare skin, she began sliding herself down his body, laying heated kisses across his shoulders, down his chest and all the way to her stomach. Whatever questions has remained in Robin’s head were long lost by the time he felt the full weight of her breasts sliding down and over where his cock was now straining hard against his thick pants. Even through both their clothes, he was left jolting automatically off the bedroll, a gasp falling from his lips as Noire’s body moved hungrily against his, and she slid herself even lower still- below his stomach until her mouth was level with his waist.
“Ah!”
A few long moments of awkward fumbling with his belt buckle belied her inexperience, but eventually she pulled it open, doing the same with his trousers a moment later. And, as she reached for his smallclothes a second later, after what felt like an eternity of waiting for both of them, at long last, her slightly trembling fingers finally released his cock, free and unbelievably hard, into the air.
“A-Ah!”
Robin couldn’t help but sigh, both from the relief of having his shaft finally freed from the constriction of his pants, as well as from the enticing sensation of Noire’s hot breath ticking bare across him at her gasp. Looking down, at the sight of the Archer staring in wonder at his length as it now stretched out above her head, only stoked his arousal even higher. A feeling that was made worse as she reached out, carefully and gently, to trace her fingers up along his cock, sliding her forefinger up his frenulum before tentatively attempting to wrap her hand around his girth.
“I-Is… Is it supposed to be this big?” Noire breathed, staring almost in disbelief at the pillar of cock that seemed to almost tower over her. She was a little taller than both her mother and Cherche, and looking up at the way Robin’s shaft seemed to cover her entire face, she could hardly imagine how it had managed to fit inside either of those two. Her breath hitched at that thought, “Th-This is going to go inside me?”
No matter her trepidation, there was no ignoring the warmth ache that swirled between her legs at that thought. Shifting atop him, she squeezed her thighs together- the more she stared at it, the more her heart raced and the more she found herself reacting to the incredible warmth flowing from her core. She couldn’t believe she’d gone as far as she already had, but the more she did, the more she wanted to do!
This was a far cry from the nights where she’d tossed and turned atop her bedroll, moaning Robin’s name as she plunged her fingers between her legs, she’d never been this turned on before in her entire life! And, she could see the proof before her eyes that she wasn’t alone in that. She had aroused Robin so much that he was like this! She could still hardly believe it, but there was no denying the way his cock pulsed and strained against her touch. He desired her, as much as she desired him.
Her heart sang in response, and Noire grew only bolder still.
“I-I’ve never done t-this before,” she whispered, leaning forwards and pressing a soft, loving kiss directly into his length, about halfway up, “S-So, so, tell me if, if I do anything wrong.”
The sound of his breath hitching and gasping as she repeated the action, kissing all the way up his shaft, pushed her on even further, beyond what she’d ever imagined she could do. So much so, that by the time she reached the top, she didn’t even have a moment’s hesitation before wrapping her lips around his crown, sinking herself down enough to draw the head of his cock fully into her mouth.
“Ah! Noire!” throwing his head back into the bedroll, Robin was long past protesting as he felt the young archer begin lovingly siding her tongue around the underside of his shaft, sliding her lips awkwardly a little further down and taking even more into the deliciously warm heat of her mouth, “Th-That’s good, that’s really good…”
Watching with a sigh as Noire continued diligently working her way down his length, tentatively opening her throat up around him, Robin leaned back into the bedroll with a sigh, feeling all his worries and concerns just melt away. Whatever else he was supposed to focus on, he couldn’t possibly care about, not right now when he was being shown such adoring treatment.
Pushing her tongue against his length as she best she could, Noire let out a soft moan each time she bobbed her lips up and then further down his cock, one that grew progressively louder as the minutes passes and as she grew to first accept, then enjoy, and then adore the feeling of Robin’s shaft sliding into her throat.
Letting out a gasp, and feeling his hips jolting up as her tempo began to rise even faster, and as her lips descended even further around him, Robin could only marvel at how quickly and how thoroughly she was throwing herself into this task!
Reaching down, he ran his hands through her snowy white hair, stroking her head as way of encouragement as he felt the pressure slowly building within him. ‘She really is just like her mother.’ He knew better than to say that aloud, but seeing as Tharja was the only other woman who’d ever done this for him, the comparison was inevitable, and even as he began to sink into the haze of pleasure, he couldn’t help but be amazed at the similarities in their technique. The way she carefully cradled his balls between her fingers, the enticingly clumsy way she went about drawing his cock into her mouth, the way her eyes kept flicking up at him for his approval, the way she shivered each time his cock pulsed inside her, or each time his breath hitched in response… and especially in the way she seemed to be getting more excited, and more eager by the moment! She looked like she was enjoying this almost as much as he was!
Slightly hesitant and a little awkward, her technique was a long way from polished, but with the way she was boldly sliding her lips ever further down along his shaft until she was forcefully easing him into her throat, and how she kept trying to wrap her tongue around his girth- Robin couldn’t possibly have cared. Holding to her head with both his hands, he threaded his fingers softly through her hair, leaning fully back into the bedroll with a deeply contented sigh. “That’s really good, Noire… That’s won-”
“Robin! Robin? You’re in here, aren’t you? Robin?”
“A-Gh-Urk!?”
And just like that, at the soft sound of a very familiar voice, the Tactician was snapped out of the haze of pleasure and sent reeling back to reality.
“What, h-huh, hey!?”
Looking down between his legs in panic, his eyes met with Noire’s and for a moment, time between them seemed to pause… But then, to his amazement, her expression hardened once more and he found himself staring into the same stubborn determination shining in her gaze! Completely ignoring the way he’d been attempting to silently urge her to slip off him, and for the two of them to quickly make a rush to present themselves, she bobbed her head back down his shaft. Shuddering in both shock and delight, Robin could only stare as the timid Archer completely ignored the dangerous voice outside the tent and began defiantly swallowing his cock.
It occurred to Robin that this was one of the most arousing things he’d ever imagined.
It also occurred to him that he was about to be caught with his cock halfway down the time-traveller’s throat.
“Robin!? I’m coming in.”
Having lost any chance to act, all he could do was desperately grab hold of the blankets tossed out beside the bedroll and fling them over him, awkwardly hiding his newest lover as best he could.
“Ah,” the visitor breathed a sigh of relief, stepping through the entrance to his tent and habitually sealing it behind her with a wave of her hand, “You are here. I was worried for a moment there, why didn’t you answer me?”
“H-Hha, ah, H-Hello there Tharja,” Robin gave his best attempt to smile nonchalantly up at the Sorceress as her daughter’s tongue once more slid across the underside of his length, “So-Sorry, er, sorry. You caught me off guard there. I was just, er, taking a nap.”
And so, without any warning, the second act began.
***
Peering curiously at him, Tharja frowned, “Are you alright, it’s not like you to sleep in the middle of the day… and you’re looking flushed, ah! You’re sick!? What’s wrong?”
“No, no! Th-Tharja, I’m fine. I-I, hha, I swear. I was just… Look, I just needed to lie down for a bit,” Robin winced, he knew he needed to speak to Tharja, there was a lot he needed to clear up and an enormous amount he needed to say. But right now, like this, he didn’t even know where to begin, or if he even could! And of course, the feeling of Noire’s lips sliding another inch further down his length did nothing to help that thought process, “Anyway, look, what brings you here? What can I do for you?”
“Hehe… heh…”
At that, her mood seemed to finally shift. Sauntering up towards him, her face blossomed into a grin full of anticipation, and she opened up her hands towards him, showing him several small vials she was carrying.
“After the discussion we had earlier, I thought I could help, that I’d make things easier for you.”
Despite how much he trusted her, he couldn’t help but worry about that. He stared uneasily at the swirling blue liquid she was now holding out towards him.
“Fertility potions,” she explained simply, her cheeks glowing bright red as she did so, “After all, that’s the whole point of this little exercise isn’t it… for you to fill the whole camp with your heirs? To protect the next generation we care about, by having all us Female Shepherds stuffed full with your children. Mmmm, while I would be fine with trying as many times as it takes… who knows how long it would take until you’ve successfully knocked up every one of us? So, hehe, drink one of these… The effect will last a little over a day, and my magic will ensue that you thoroughly breed any woman you wish, no matter the time of month.”
Even as distracted as he was, there was no way Robin could have missed the emphasis Tharja was putting on certain words there, nor the way her body squirmed in delight as she envisioned the idea. He’d never thought of Tharja as the maternal sort, but from the way her free hand was resting wistfully atop her womb while she spoke, there was no denying the sheer desire she was radiating.
His heart pulsed and his breath hitched in his throat.
No matter how ridiculous this situation was, nor how incredibly perilous his current predicament was… he was a man before all else, and he couldn’t possibly stop himself from reacting to such blatant words!
This sweet, dangerous, seductive, adoring woman had come to his tent, for one reason only… For him. To be bred by him. Tharja, one of the most sinfully enticing women in the camp and someone who could have any man she pleased, was here, right now, because she wanted him to throw her on the ground and fuck her until she was stuffed full with his cum, and until her womb was bearing his child.
A shiver ran down his spine and his shaft pulsed hungrily in response. In the end, it was the feeling Noire’s throat wrapped warm, wet and heavenly tight around almost half his shaft that dragged him back to reality. He could feel her shivering around him, and could feel her own excitement peaking in response to his- whether it was because of the insanity of their situation, or her own shared depravity at her mother’s words, her own desire to be thoroughly bred, he couldn’t know, and didn’t care.
The usually shy girl’s enthusiastic cock-service made it hard for him to speak, and difficult for him even to think. But, it reminded him of just what situation he was in, and -no matter how hot the flames of lust were burning in him now- kept him from losing his willpower at Tharja’s suggestion. Although he continued trying very hard not to groan at the way Noire’s fingers had begun gently squeezing his balls, Robin snapped back to himself.
“I can’t believe I’m saying this… but, thank you, Tharja. This whole thing is-” Noire’s tongue tried something new, managing somehow to wrap itself almost sideways around his girth as she sunk down and Robin’s vision flashed white in pleasure, “Hha, is, is very strange to me still. But, I’ve committed myself to it. So long as it is what they want, I’ll do everything I can.”
Cherche had made it clear this morning, this wasn’t something the other females had decided on a whim, they were serious about this. And, no matter how strange it was to him, it must be infinitely more odd to them. If he wasn’t doing everything he could to impregnate any of the female Shepherds that wished to bear his child, then he was making light of their resolve.
This time, however, when Tharja spoke, there was a mote of nervousness in her voice. And when Robin looked at her, with her body tensed like a spring, he saw her pushing herself to her limits and he realised that she took after her daughter just the same.
“B-But… of course, I haven’t been able to test it yet. So… So I thought we could…?”
Somehow, despite the situation, Robin found himself almost relieved, a sigh rippled through him and he was strangely calm.
She’d come this far and she’d put herself out there towards him, one last time. When he looked at her, and he saw how she was fearing his rejection, that he would end things between them once and for all, the guilt inside him was too great to be put off for even another moment. He’d let this linger for far, far too long. After too much dithering, and more than enough worrying, it was finally time for him to settle things between himself and the Sorceress.
“Tharja. I’m glad you’re here,” he began, turning and offering her as confident a smile as he could manage with another woman’s lips currently wrapped around his cock, “There’s a lot we need to talk about, a lot that I shouldn’t have been put off as long as I have.”
Unexpectedly, despite the softness of his tone, Tharja practically recoiled at his words. Snapping in place, her eyes went wide and fearful, and her entire (wonderfully alluring) body turned rigidly tense. Normally, Robin would have been a little more perceptive to this, however right now his mind was already working it’s hardest just to maintain his usual composure; he continued on without a thought.
“First off, more than anything, I know I owe you an apology… I, I haven’t treated you right and I’m so-”
“A-Ah, A-AH!”
She interrupted with something between a gasp and a cry, her mouth falling open and uncharacteristic tears suddenly shining in her eyes. Loosing something akin to a grieving moan, Tharja’s legs trembled to the point that she was left stumbling, almost bowed in place. It was only right the, watching the display with his heart suddenly clenching in his chest, that Robin realised he’d misspoken.
“A-An… An apology?” she whispered fearfully, “You mean… f-for the night we shared together?”
Robin blinked, taken off guard. And Tharja stared back at him, her face attempting to set with resolve, even as her jaw trembled and eyes shone with pain. Her voice was steady, but quieter, weaker than he’d ever heard from her.
“So… So that’s it then? You’re finally sending me away. E-Even with, with all this, you still can’t give me what I wish for? Ve… Very well. I shall not interfere anymore.”
Swallowing, but refusing to show weakness for another moment more, the Sorceress spun on her heel, stalking unsteadily from his side.
“W-Wait!” crying aloud, and moaning at the heavenly feeling of Noire’s lips sliding purposefully another full inch down his shaft, Robin only just maintained the reflexes to catch her wrist before she was out of reach, “Hey! Tharja!”
“No, I-”
“I’m not trying to push you away! I, hah, I’m trying to apologise for making you feel like I wanted to do that!”
Now it was her turn to blink, staring back at him with her face slowly turning to a look of disbelief, and then to burgeoning hope.
“You know me better than that, you know how much I care for you, Tharja. You’re important to me, and… And I wanted to apologise for not clearing up things between us earlier, for just… For letting things just continue after that night,” now that he’d finally begun speaking, the words came easier, and easier, until they were all falling out in a rush, and he was finally confessing everything that’d been twisted up inside him, “I never regretted it, it was incredible, I… I was just scared. I didn’t know what I wanted, or what my future was, and I didn’t have an answer for you. I didn’t know what to say and I didn’t want to hurt you.”
Her legs shook again, but this time it was as her entire body seemed to melt, the tension and fear evaporating, and replacing with a dizzying smile and a heady warmth. This time, when she spoke his name, it was almost as a purr.
“I didn’t know what to say earlier, but… but things are different now,” every reason he’d ever had for not accepting her feelings was long lost, he still hadn’t truly accustomed to the new outlook he had for his future, but he was slowly accepting it, “Tharja, I do love you. I don’t know if I can ever be worthy of the devotion you’ve shown me. But, If you’ll still have me, if you don’t mind sharing me, then I want to be with you, I want you to stay by my side.”
“A-Ah!” she gaped, staring for a moment in disbelief, before letting the weak strength finally flow from her shaking legs, sliding to the ground she was left kneeling beside his head, “I… I’m so happy…”
He could believe it. Robin didn’t think he’d ever seen Tharja looking so openly and unabashedly pleased, not since that night that felt like almost a lifetime ago now.
She reached out for him, and he embraced her, wrapping his right arm around her back and pulling her down towards him.
“Ahmm...”
Their lips came together once again, easily, comfortably, as if it had become almost natural between them. His arm slid around to her shoulder, urging her down towards him and hers locked around his neck, holding him tight. This time, and from now onwards, he had no reason to resist, nor to pull away.
At first, Tharja’s mouth opened almost hesitantly against his, as if she wasn’t quite able to believe what was happening, or the words she’d finally been told. Then, as the moment passed, her mood shifted with it, holding him close against her and kissing him lovingly, moaning softly into his mouth with all the unashamed adoration she’d always held towards him.
Her fingers slid along his bare shoulders tracing adoring patterns into his skin, her moans tickled past his ears, her alluringly dusky aroma filled his senses, and her massive chest pressed down atop him with a wonderful softness. It was incredible.
And, unfortunately for Robin, with the conversation between them, and his need to struggle for words, now ended, he was now dangerously aware of the equally incredible sensation that was Noire’s tongue dragging around his length as Tharja’s danced sweetly in time against his own. The Sorceress, despite their time apart, had forgotten nothing about matching her kisses with his own and, in the Archer, in only the few minutes she’d spent between his legs had already been able to gauge his reactions enough to add several new motions to her burgeoning technique.
While he hadn’t planned for it, or expected it, Robin also hadn’t put up much of a fight against it. Perhaps, as man and especially as a man who loved both these women, he’d always held this fantasy somewhere deep in his heart- whatever the reason, despite the ridiculousness of the situation and the potential disaster he was courting, the famed Grandmaster couldn’t help but savour every moment of this unbelievably, sinfully erotic moment- the feeling of the daughter servicing his cock while the mother made out with him; of being showered in their twin affections, Tharja moaning into his kiss, while Noire’s lips were wrapped warm around his shaft.
It was almost too much for his control to take. Groaning into Tharja’s mouth, his cock pulsed and released a shot of pre-cum! And, of course, the resulting sensation of Noire’s throat pulsing around him in delighted response didn’t help matters at all!
“AmMMMM!”
Reacting as much to his desire as her own, the Sorceress’s moans soon grew more excited and her kisses much more eager. Unlinking her arms from around his shoulder, she traced her finger up along his collar for a moment before reaching out and taking his free hand in her own, shivering in anticipation as she pulled it across and directly onto her breasts. His fingers sank hungrily into the soft flesh, and Robin could only marvel at the full weight of her massive chest he could now feel against his palm- barely restrained by and straining against her thin clothing.
He swallowed, his restraint tested once again. This time however, at last, Robin was able to snap himself out of the haze of pleasure and try take some control of the situation!
“Wai-Wait, hhha, Tharja,” he gasped, breaking off their kiss, turning away from her resulting pout, “It’s, actually, now’s not a very good time. S-Sorry… But, but, why don’t you come back tonight? I’d be happy to… to catch up where we left off.”
Surprisingly, rather than the disappointed or possibly upset look he’d expected, Tharja’s smile was as large as ever and she just laughed, “Hehe… You’re very sweet, my love.”
Two things struck the Tactician in that moment. Firstly that she’d accepted him putting her off far better than he could have hoped for. And secondly that, despite this, she hadn’t moved an inch away from him.
“Er- ah, Tharja?”
“It’s fine, there’s no need to hide it anymore. I noticed her as soon as I came in.”
“H-Huh?”
“It did take me some time to get used to the idea, to accept you and Cherche… But, you don’t need to worry, I’ve dealt with that not,” she gave a small nod, acknowledging the soul searching she’d obviously gone through the last few days, “I… So long as I’m with you too, so long as I can be at your side, I can play nice with the others.”
Her words should have comforted him, but the way he saw her hands sliding from his chest, down to where the bed-covers were settled just above his stomach, Robin’s heart began to clench, “Wa-Wait! Tharja!”
“So! There’s no need to worry about accommodating me!”
Ignoring his protests, her hands grabbed the sheets, yanking them down and throwing them away in one swift movement!
“I’d rather have you all to myself, but if I have to share you with Cherche, then thaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa…”
The bedsheets flopped quietly to the ground a few meters away, and Tharja’s words trailed off silently as the girl she’d noticed hidden under them was finally revealed- and was not the Wyvern Rider she’d expected.
A terrible, encompassing silence stretched out between all three of them.
Tharja blinked, struck dumb in place and slowly comprehending the sight before her eyes.
Robin winced, slumping back down to the bedroll with a resigned sigh.
Noire… ignored both of them, closed her eyes and continued sucking, the quiet sounds of her affectionate ministrations quickly being the only thing to fill up the room.
“…Robin… My love..?”
“Yes?”
“…Why is your cock halfway down my daughter’s throat?”
Breathing in a steadying breath, the Tactician forced himself to sit back up, facing her seriously and holding her questioning gaze directly. He was smart enough to understand this situation, if he apologised or tried to play this off he’d be done for. It was too late for plans, there was nothing else for it now but to charge forwards, openly and honestly. He’d already resolved himself to this path, he’d accepted this confrontation (although, perhaps not exactly in this manner) from the instant he’d accepted Noire’s feelings, all he could do now was see it through.
“Tharja…” he reached out, stroking his fingers tenderly down her side, “Come now, you know why. I know you haven’t missed the way she feels about me, nor how much I care for her, just as I care about you.”
“Th-That’s… I can’t believe you’d ju-Noire, hey, don’t just keep going in-front of me! Noire, stop!”
For the first time in her life, the young Archer had found something important enough for her that she would defy even her own mother. Completely ignoring the terrifying woman that she loved dearly, she dug her fingers into Robin’s hips, bracing herself against him as she attempted to draw him even further down her throat- moaning audibly into his cock as she successfully swallowed almost two thirds of the length.
For the first time since Robin had known her, Tharja seemed suddenly faltering, “N-Noire?”
And this time, when she was ignored, she stayed silent, with her eyes watching intently, chewing on her lip as her daughter’s mouth bobbed happily up and down the shaft of the man Tharja loved. And after a moment, she shifted in place, her hands wrapping around herself as she squeezed her legs together, squirming at the sight.
It had been weeks now since the Sorceress had been able to taste that cock, and she’d missed it dearly.
She’d thought of it constantly, fantasised about it, and even dreamed of it, but without things settled between her and Robin, she’d been left with nothing but her memory and desires to stew on. She was always aroused when she was around Robin, that was normal and she cherished that feeling, but as she watched her daughter living out her dream, as she saw Robin’s cock bare before her eyes and his heavy balls pulsing with pleasure, the ache of desire swirling through her core pulsed hot enough to send her juices flooding across her thighs. And, as she saw the contented, joyous expression on her daughter’s face, finally, Tharja understood.
Noire wasn’t just living out her dream; she was also living out her own.
“Does it feel so good you can’t bear to stop?” she whispered, her face flushing scarlet and body twisting on the spot, “…So much so that you want to be by his side every night from now on? And to start each morning on your knees, to service him the moment he wakes up?”
For the first time since their one sided conversation had begun, Noire finally looked up towards her mother, *Shloop* sliding her mouth all the back way up along his length, it fell from between her lips with a small pop, and the archer smoothly began pumping her hand up and down the shaft instead.
“It’s incredible!” she gushed, brimming with obvious delight and uncharacteristic excitement, “It’s… Ahh! Mother! I’m so happy! I came back in time to save you and Robin both, but now, now, I truly know what I’m fighting for! I’m fighting to be his wife, to bear his children… just like you!”
Tharja met her gaze and like that, a small, silent moment of understanding slowly grew between the mother and daughter. And, for the first time in a long while, they realised they were both smiling kindly, warmly at one another. There was no surprise, of course, that a mother and daughter would have similar tastes, but now they had each realised the extent of their shared feelings, and the fact that neither could fault the other for having such perfect taste- rather, it was a surprisingly welcome feeling, the knowledge that there was someone who truly understood them.
“Heh… Heheh…” twisting in place, Tharja raised a hand to her cheek, flushing red as her eyes dropped from Noire’s back down to the thick cock pulsing hungrily in her daughter’s hands, “Then… you won’t mind letting your Mother have a taste?”
Noire’s mouth was already suckling on Robin’s cockhead once more, but she slid her hands around Robin’s waist, laying them both on his left side as she made a show of shuffling around -making space- between his legs.
“A-Ah, Tharja!? Wh-Huh? You can’t seri-A-OohhHHHHAH!?”
It was the Tactician’s turn to be ignored this time as the Sorceress moved to take up her place, kneeling down shoulder to shoulder beside her daughter. As if using it as a peace offering between them, Noire slid off his cock, pushing it towards her mother, and Tharja wasted no time in sinking down, enveloping his shaft with her own, equally soft, lips.
“Ahh-HA! Th-Tharja!”
Robin gasped, jolting backwards into the bedroll and arching his hips into the air. It had been weeks since the Plegian had last sucked his cock, but she’d lost absolutely none of the skill. All the knowledge she’d gained that night, down on her knees, receiving his rapt instructions as she gave him his first ever blowjob was instantly put back into practice! Bracing herself on his waist, rolling her tongue along the underside of his cock, she slipped her lips down his shaft, moaning happily as he pushed back into her throat once more, spreading the tight opening wide around his thick girth until she’d swallowed almost all his length in one long gulp.
“W-Wow… Mother…” For a moment, Noire stared at the feat in awe, but then she quickly took up her own role, turning her head to the side and pressing a soft kiss directly into the Tactician’s balls, giggling happily as she felt them pulse and twitch against her tongue with each time her mother’s lips bobbed back up and down his length, “Mmmm! Robin, hhhaaa.”
Having lost all sense of sensibility, Robin allowed himself to be fully swept up in their paired affection. Reaching down and stroking each of their heads, running his fingers through their raven-black and snowy-white hair, he simply enjoyed the show- basking in the unbelievable sight of a mother and daughter both visibly enthralled with his cock, swallowing as much of his length as they could take with their eyes upturned towards him in pure delight, before alternating positions and passing it over to the other for her turn.
Tharja’s tongue pushed wonderfully along the underside of his shaft as she gave out a heavy groan, sinking right to his base and burying her face all the way against his waist.
Noire’s lips traced soft kisses up his length as her mother slid upwards, before taking her own place and easing him almost forcefully down into her throat, giving into the latent darker impulses as she drove his cock into her throat, harder and faster, wilder and hotter, with her ecstatic groans moaned directly into his length.
Tharja pushed her lips adoringly against his balls, teasing them softly and lovingly, suckling gently on them each time her daughter’s lips slid further down his length.
Noire carefully drew his sack fully into her mouth, swirling her tongue along the underside, flicking it up each time she felt her mother’s lips pressed a kiss into Robin’s waist.
Together, with their fingers interlinked and moans intermingling, they turned their heads to the side and kissed along the side of his cock, all the way from the base to his cockhead- with their lips dragging slowly and eagerly along his shaft, and their tongues meeting, dancing and twisting together as they worked their way all the way up to his crown.
“A-Ah, M-Mother?” that was when Noire finally paused, holding herself in place with her lips still halfway around Robin’s cockhead, she dithered in place, her cheeks flushed bright red with desire as she stared across to her mother with just a moment of hesitation, “I, I do-”
“That doesn’t matter right now,” Tharja answered, already guessing the question even before it was voiced, “While we’re in his bed, our relationship is irrelevant. All that matters is that we’re both his women.”
“Ah!”
Holding tightly to her mother’s hand, and feeling her own fingers squeezed in return, Noire accepted her words. Closing her eyes with a small gasp, meeting Tharja’s lips and relaxing into her kiss.
“Mmm!”
“Ah, mmm!”
Still holding Robin’s cock between them, their mouths met around his cockhead. Slowly and tentatively at first, then quicker, hotter and deeper, until Tharja’s arms were sliding around Noire’s back and Noire’s were linking around Tharja’s in return. Until Noire’s tongue was tracing over Tharja’s lips, and Tharja’s was meeting hers just as eagerly. It was the first time either of them had ever considered kissing anyone besides Robin, let alone another woman, nevermind their own flesh-and blood… But, with the heavy feeling of the Tactician’s gaze on them, as well as his cock pulsing excitedly between them, they each eagerly accepted the other’s pleasure.
“Hha… Ah, Noire… This… This isn’t enough,” Tharja panted, a minute later, breaking their kiss and sliding back, with a dangerously excited grin beaming on her face, “We’ll never be good enough for him with just this.”
“What do you mean?”
Gasping for breath and leaning heavily back into the bedroll, Robin would have echoed Noire’s question if he’d been able to speak. The sinful delight of the shared pleasure had almost driven him mad, and the sight of the mother and daughter then making out around his cock had tested the limits of his restraint. It was only his rampant desire to savour every second of this ridiculous, incredible, heavenly situation that had kept him from losing control already! He hadn’t wanted it to stop!
“Hehe…”
Leaning back and sitting up straight, Tharja focussed for a moment, before gathering a spike of mana in her hand and waving it through the air. The atmosphere around her shimmered purple for a moment, and then her clothes disappeared, vanishing in time with the magic clearing, and leaving Robin staring mesmerised at the sight of her bare naked body- her luscious, creamy skin, her soft lissom body and of course, her massive breasts- finally freed from their restraints and bouncing openly in the air before his eyes.
“You know as well as I do how wonderful Robin is… Mmm… I can’t imagine there’s anyone who’d choose Chrom over him. As this arrangement continued, who knows how many women will wind up sharing our dear Tactician’s bed?”
“Ah!”
“So then… Hehe… If we’re to stand out, if we’re to be the two women always standing at his side… Then, we have to make full use of our best assets.”
“R-Right!”
Noire had no spellcasting ability to speak of, but what she lacked in magic she made up for in sheer force of will. Grabbing onto her shirt and roughly tearing it open, she instantly achieved the same effect- that is, she had Robin gaping at the sight of her huge breasts suddenly bouncing free, displayed prominently for him.
“Hehe… Perfect.”
Tharja’s hands wrapped around her daughter’s back once more, and Noire’s did the same in return, but this time they sank down a little further, pushing their chests out and against one another, holding Robin’s now eagerly pulsing cock between them and burying it between their mountainous cleavage.
“A-Ahh, hhaa, M-Mother! Robin! Nnnghh, it’s, incredible!” Noire gasped, feeling for the first time the sensation of her lover’s shaft against her bare skin. A sensation heightened by the feeling of her mother’s rock-hard nipples pushing directly against her own. The heat of the shaft and the thrill of the contact sent electric jolts of pleasure through the younger girl, until she was twisting and gasping in place, brought almost to her peak from that alone, “S-So, Soo good… I’m losing control!”
“Mmm, Th-This just shows how enthralled we both are. Ju-just this enough is enough to subdue us both!” Tharja moaned in return. Despite her feigned confidence, she’d also never felt anything like this, Robin’s cock against her skin was enough to drive her crazy any time of day, and feeling Noire’s nipples sliding around as her daughter squirmed was having an equally intense response to the older woman, “Hhha, My love! D-Does it feel good for you too? Do we please you?”
Gasping and groaning, Robin didn’t have the words to properly answer her!
With just the tip of his cock reaching out from between them, his entire length was enveloped in the warm, pillowy, mass of their twin breasts. Every inch of his shaft was held tight in a velvety soft embrace, snug and secure, and caressed up and down his full length with every shiver and shudder than ran through them.
He’d never experienced anything like this before! He’d never even dreamed of it, and he was far past being able to describe it, “Keep going!” he ordered instead, squeezing his eyes shut and collecting himself enough to speak.
“Hehe… With pleasure my love.”
“I-I’ll do my best!”
Tharja moved first, clenching her arms tighter around Noire’s back, she shifted her weight, moving as best she could manage to pump her huge cleavage up and down her lovers shaft. After a moment to set her rhythm, she grew even bolder, breathing out a throaty moan as she leant over to suckle on the head of the Tactician’s cock, “Ha-hhhaaaa!” enjoying the taste and sensation immensely, she only stopped a few minutes later when the feelings swirling inside her built up too much for her to stand! Tasting Robin’s pre-cum splashing over her tongue, feeling his cock pulsing hot and heavy between her breasts, and feeling her daughter’s own bust bouncing against her own, Tharja was soon sent reeling back, panting for breath as she crashed irresistibly through a small orgasm!
‘Just this much is enough to affect me this much… Ahh, my love… I missed this more than anything!’
Noire wasted no time in taking up the spot her mother relinquished, pressing a heavy kiss directly atop Robin’s glans and shivering in delight as she felt more of his pre-cum spraying out, coating her tongue in his essence. She’d already cum lightly a handful of times just from sucking his cock, so feeling him like this now hard and hot, pulsing directly against her, her entire body throbbed with desire. A desire that peaked again and again each time she felt her mother’s rock-hard nipples dragging almost roughly against her own. The Archer moaned and gasped, peaking again and again, but pushing herself against the man she loved every time she did, squeezing her arms almost vice like around her mother and bouncing her breasts against Robin’s cock with an almost frenzied desperation!
‘Hhhnnng! Robin! I love you! I love you! I want to make you feel good! I want to make you as happy as you make me! Forever!’
Soon enough they were once more alternating between positions servicing his cock, and before long Robin’s hands had fallen from stroking their heads to simply clenching the bedsheets as he groaned aloud!
Neither of them had done anything like this before, nor had they been planning it until this very moment- they weren’t much in synch, nor were they very co-ordinated, or particularly skilled… But watching the mother and daughter working together so eagerly to please him definitely did! Just their mouths had already been pushing his limits, no matter how much he wanted to enjoy this sight and sensation as long as possible, there was no way Robin could hold out long against this new assault!
‘Ah!’
Jolting off the bed and arching in place, he gasped out a wordless cry, unable to even manage to articulate a warning before he lost the last fragment of his control, and his cock suddenly erupted!
“O-OH!”
“Yeessssss!”
Noire gasped in surprise, and Tharja trilled in delight as his shaft suddenly pulsed even thicker between their breasts, twitching and spasming wildly for a moment before suddenly spraying out thick heavy ropes of cum high into the air!
Tharja came harder than ever, squeezing her eyes shut and tensing up with a delighted moan, the instant she felt Robin’s seed splashing hot across her face! Trembling lightly and gasping happily, her voice rose to a pitch as jet after jet of his release landed across her not-so-innocent face, laying across her in thick, viscous cords from her nose to her ear, and all the way down her chin.
Noire did likewise the moment she felt Robin’s shaft trembling between her breasts! Her mouth hung open and her own moan was cut off with a delighted gasp as a huge load of cum sprayed directly onto her tongue. Lost joyously in warm ecstasy, she could only feel her peak rising higher and higher as her body reacted to each time another load of seed splashed across her face.
With his shaft held tightly in place between both girls, within moments, both of them were thoroughly stained with his release- each smiling happily and moaning eagerly as their senses were overloaded with his scent and their faces were left dripping with the Tactician’s thick, potent cum.
“H-HHhaaa…”
It took Robin another minute to finally come back to his senses, blinking himself back to reality from where his head had been spinning from the ecstasy.
“Hehe…”
And the girls each took only a little longer. Tharja, being slightly more experienced, recovered first. Keeping herself in place, with her lover’s still-hard cock secure against her breasts, she leaned over once again, lapping up the seed that had dripped down to pool between where their cleavage was pressed together, and to drain the last few drops directly from his glans.
“Hhhna, I love this taste. I missed it, so much…”
“It’s… Ahh, it’s so… so strong, I can’t…”
Mumbling to herself, Noire followed her mother’s lead a moment later. And this time, there was no hesitation at all from her when her tongue entwined with Tharja’s in cleaning up the cum soaked around Robin’s cock.
“Mm-Mhhah!”
“Hhmmm!”
Her fingers slid through the Sorceress’s raven-black hair as she felt hers do the same to her own snowy-white tresses, when Tharja pulled her in to a kiss, she kissed back just as hungrily, just as eagerly. She could taste Robin’s seed on her mother’s tongue and she knew the same was true in return. It was delicious, incredible, so much so that couldn’t have cared less where she was getting the taste of it from, her body rocked hot against the other woman’s and her could feel her womb throbbing in desire once again. She’d only just had her first taste, but she already knew she was addicted.
The embrace between mother and daughter lasted only a few minutes this time -more than long enough for Robin to thoroughly enjoy the show- before they each separated and returned to the task at hand, hungrily cleaning up every last drop of his seed.
Tharja’s tongue slid greedily across Noire’s neckline, over her chin and all the way down her clavicle.
Noire’s lips kissed thoroughly across the top of Tharja’s breasts and up her collar, until she was left enjoying the last few drops left dripping down her cheeks.
In the end, it took several minutes before both girls and the Tactician’s cock had been cleaned of every last droplet of his release. Watching from his position still sandwiched between their breasts, Robin could only marvel at the proceedings. It was an incredible sight, but also, being just a spectator, it was an almost frustratingly enticing one! Later he would realise that was at least part of the reason Tharja done so, but for now, Robin was breathing hard, with his cock aching to taste them properly, and he was left at his limits to restrain himself!
“Ah-hehee… That look in your eyes!” Tharja shivered with excitement as she turned towards him, swiftly reaching over and pushing the fertility potions she’d mentioned earlier into his hands, “You truly mean to hold nothing back this time, do you!? Hehe, you intend to throw us down and breed us both? You’re going to stain our wombs with your seed, until we’re both carrying your children?”
“A-Ah!” Noire chewed on her lip, her moving alongside her mother until she was sitting shoulder-to-shoulder with her and all but trembling in anticipation, “Pl-Please, go ahead, m-m-my love! I don’t have any experience, but I’ll do my best to please you! I-I’ll happily carry your child! …P-Please, not just my mother, breed me too!”
There was a lot he should be thinking about, he knew.
But Robin was far past any rational thought at this stage. And there was no way he could ignore such an earnest request!
***
The potions fizzed and popped in his mouth, and his tongue was stung with the tell-tale burn of the stamina enhancing wyrmroot, from the moment they passed his lips, Robin knew he wouldn’t be getting anymore work done for the rest of this afternoon.
Even so, he had no doubts to their efficacy, he could already feel the magic racing through his body as he cast the vials aside and reached out for Noire, collecting the nervous archer into his arms before gently laying her out, face-up, atop her mother’s naked body, with her head resting on the Sorceress’s considerable chest and waist quickly held in place between her long, creamy-white legs.
Chewing on her lips as she wrapped her arms around her daughter, feeling her nervous excitement and watching her shiver in anticipation, if Tharja had any dissatisfaction about not going first, she didn’t show it. Instead, she slid her fingers down the younger woman’s tremulous body, teasing and caressing her with seductive indulgences, before meeting with Robin’s own hands and assisting him in removing the last of Noire’s remaining clothes, unbuttoning the fastenings to her pants before sliding them over her wide, round hips and throwing them aside, to be joined by her thoroughly soaked white, silk panties a moment later.
Meeting with her lover’s hands and giving them one last affectionate squeeze, Tharja moved her caresses back up her daughter’s body to her massive breasts, taking them into her palms and kneading them slowly as Robin took hold of Noire’s legs, gently easing them open, finally displaying her full naked body before him.
“I-I’m going first?” Noire whispered.
“You were here first.” Robin answered, settling himself into place before her, running his fingers softly up and down her thighs as he gave her time to relax.
“And, you’re still a virgin,” Tharja added, drawing a shuddering moan from the girl’s lips as she began rolling her fingers across her nipples, “Hehe… In all my fantasies, I never once imagined sharing Robin with you… But, I’m rather eager to see it now! I want to see you give your virginity to the same man who took mine!”
Her tone was dark, but it softened a moment later, “We’ll be just the same, we’ll love the same man together, and raise his children together. It sounds… nice…”
Noire would have agreed, but right now, from the feeling of Robin’s cock pressing thick, heavy and rock-hard against her entrance, she could barely think, let alone speak. Between the sensation of her mother’s ministrations on her increasingly sensitive chest, and her lips being spread open around her lover’s cockhead, her head was spinning and her entire body thrumming both with excitement and delight.
Robin moved his hands to her hips, running his thumbs soothingly across her inner thigh, “Are you ready? I can wa-”
“Pl-Please!” she choked out, acting on instinct to kick her legs up and link them around his waist, “I want it! More than anything!”
“Heh.”
“Ahh, don’t worry Noire, just relax, mmm… you’ll enjoy this!”
He didn’t need any further invitation, and he could barely hold himself back anymore either!
Stroking his fingers across Tharja’s cheeks as he braced himself on the bed, being careful to keep from leaning all his weight down on Noire, Robin lowered himself down towards her, sandwiching her gently between himself and her mother. Tilting his head down as she leaned up towards him, he met her lips in a suddenly heated kiss. Feeling her hands locking around his neck, just as securely as her legs around his waist, Robin pushed his hips forwards.
“Mmm-hhaa.”
“Mnhg, nn-AMHMMM!”
From the first instant he pushed himself in, Robin found himself almost gasping aloud, Noire’s pussy was achingly tight, exactly as tight as he recalled Tharja’s being! And, just like her mother’s, it was also absolutely drenched with her arousal, and almost desperately eager in how easily her walls spread out around his cock, opening up to his shaft as he began smoothly sinking inside. His fingers clenched the bedsheets for control as he felt he eased his full cockhead inside her, spreading her lips wide around him, before rolling his waist forwards, pushing easily through her barrier and -to Noire’s mind- at long last, claiming her as his own!
Noire’s thin body jolted in his arms, and she broke their kiss with a sharp gasp, her legs kicking out into the air and a violent shudder running up the length of her spine, “Gh-GhoooHhHAAA!” And then, before he could even think to ask if she was okay, her feet were locked back around his waist even tighter than before, and she all but threw herself back into his embrace, kissing with more hunger than he’d ever seen from her yet!
With her hands still caressing her daughter’s pillowy soft breasts, Tharja found her own body shivering almost as much as she took in the display. Feeling her daughter slowly taking her lover’s cock, feeling her daughter get deflowered right atop her… It almost scared her how much this was turning her on! But then, aside from that one time, Tharja had never been one to worry too much about being normal. Instead, as she watched a small trail of Noire’s maidenblood tricking out from where the two were connected, a small part of Tharja’s mind regretted that she hadn’t brought anything to collect the such a potent ingredient with… and a much, much larger part of her mind regretted that, in the position she was currently in, she couldn’t touch herself right now- her fingers had proven a poor substitute for the memory of Robin’s cock over the last few weeks, but right now, given the sheer heat of lust burning inside her, anything was better than nothing!
Even from there, as Robin began pushing inch after wonderful inch deeper inside Noire, still her pussy accepted him just as readily, the incredibly tight tunnel opening up easily around his shaft before wrapping almost vice-tight around it.
All that changed was that her hands slipped down to his shoulders, digging roughly into his skin as she grasped for grip and the moans she breathed out through increasingly hungry kisses grew even more wanton. Until finally, with his entire focus drowned in the intensity of the sensation, the Tactician smoothly pushed the last few inches of his cock back into the deepest recesses of her pussy!
Eyes shooting wide at the ecstasy of feeling her entire tunnel, at long last, stretched wide around his thick shaft, and jolted in place by the sudden rush of his cockhead pressing up against her deepest walls, knocking directly on her womb, Noire’s already foggy mind was suddenly blasted white and she threw her head back with a wild scream! Her legs clenched almost painfully tight around him, her fingers clawed desperately at his back, and she came- harder and more vividly than she’d ever even imagined, until her entire world seemed to be exist only of him.
“Hha… G-Gods…” she panted weakly a short time later, as her eyes refocussed and her voice returned, “Th-I’ve never… That was… Hhhaa… Robin…”
“It’s incredible, isn’t it?” her mother breathed excitedly, her own voice clearly tinged with equal arousal, “Like every inch of you has been wrapped around his cock?”
“I can’t… It’s, it’s t-too good, it’s like I’m floating,” Noire gasped in reply, her words growing in pitch as Robin’s cock pulsed inside her and as Tharja’s fingers rolled across her nipples, “H-How do I feel, my love? I-Is it alright?”
“Of course! Hh, I love it! Noire, you’re amazing!” he moaned back, lacking the words to express himself with his usual degree of elegance, as he rolled his hips back, rocking himself back and forth inside her with a slow rhythm. This had all been far too good already, he was much too aroused to hold back, “It’s so warm, and hot, I-GhHAA!”
Shaking his head and giving up on his speech, Robin punctuated his answer by capturing her lips with his own once more, kissing her with all the frenzied desire roaring inside him and driving his shaft back deep inside her at the same time!
Her approval was clear in how her hips bucked against him and how her hands clenched around his back, and so he built his tempo quickly from there- easing himself back and forth inside her, a little harder and a little further each time, until he was drawing his cock out almost the full length of her pussy before driving it down, all the way to her womb!
Noire had always been a sensitive, passionate girl and now, finding herself so thoroughly pleasured on two different fronts, in a way she had no resistance to, it took only a few minutes before she lost her mind against the pleasure. Whatever small lingering pain she’d felt earlier, swiftly washed away as the ecstasy rolled through her, time and again. Feeling her mother’s hands squeezing her breasts, perfectly in time with Robin’s cock kissing against deepest walls, feeling her bare skin flushed and hot against the man she loved and feeling his shaft stretching her pussy around it, reshaping her tunnel in his image… It was more than she could possibly take and everything she wanted!
Barely able to hold their kiss through her moans, Noire quivered and shook under him, throwing her head from side to side as she screamed through another sudden orgasm, or pulling him as tight against her as she could manage as she rode through another high.
Soon enough, with the Archer’s eager moans spurring him on, Robin was driving himself into her with so much force that the feeling of her body being jolted back and forth atop her mother, left the Dark Mage’s breathing coming through equally ragged pants, her own moans slipping out entwined with Noire’s screams, each time the Tactician’s cock filled her pussy once again.
“Robin! ROBIN! I love you! I love this! Y-You’re amazing!”
“Y-Yes, it’s… Oohaaa! It’s so good! Mmngg! Harder! Fuck her harder!”
Bent fully over both women, and clenching tight to the bedsheets, Robin let loose a guttural moan, savouring every shudder and shiver of Noire’s body under him as he drove himself into her, and as she begged for more.
It was too good. Just the sight and sound of it alone was enough to drive him wild, feeling the intense, hot wetness of her pussy wrapped around him, left him almost scrambling for control. He couldn’t hold back much longer and, he knew neither of them would want him to.
“I’m… hhha, I’m getting close!” he warned, throwing his head back with another gasp as he felt the pressure roaring inside him, desperate for release.
“O-OooOH! It’s getting even bigger!?” Noire gasped, her eyes shooting wide as she felt his cock pulsing wildly inside her, stretching her walls even tighter around him, “G-Go ahead! Please! Cum inside me! Knock me up!”
Tharja grinned in eager excitement, but anything she might have said was drowned out by the sound of Robin’s groan echoing through the tent, as he finally gave up the last of his restraint, and bent completely over the two women, driving his shaft furiously inside the screaming Archer, until his cockhead was pressing her womb back even further inside her. And then, with his vision flashing white, and her world suddenly cascading into a dizzying array of colours… everything exploded!
His cock twitched and spasmed wildly inside her, scraping directly against her deepest walls, before suddenly erupting with jet after jet, of thick, heavy loads of cum, crashing into the walls pulsing tight around him, flooding her womb, and almost instantly staining every last millimetre of her virgin pussy in his colour.
Clenching herself automatically tight around him, locking her legs around his waist and hands around his back, Noire’s head fell back in a breathless scream as her eyes rolled back and tongue lolled limply from her mouth. Dizzying surges of pleasure seared through her again and again, each time she felt his cock move inside her, and then higher still each time she felt the heavy heat of his seed shooting directly into her womb. Her vision faded and her world spun, all thought long lost in the haze of a pleasure beyond anything she’d imagined before. Even the feeling of her mother’s body shivering, hot and needy under her own or the sensation of her hands clenched tight around her breasts faded from Noire’s mind, right now, all that existed for her, all that she could possibly care about was herself and the man she loved, lying atop her, holding her, with his cock buried to the hilt inside her, and his seed stuffed so full inside her that it was now streaming down her thighs.
If any rational thought still existed in her mind in this moment, it was only the knowledge that she could no longer live without this; if this was how good it felt to be impregnated, then she was going to have as many of Robin’s children as he wanted.
For his part, the Tactician was in a very similar state- He was so lost in the reckless, sinful ecstasy of cumming without a drop of inhibition inside the daughter of his first lover, that it took him almost a full minute to come back to his senses, and to realise that Noire was lying, almost insensate under him, with her grip slowly losing strength around him, and her head lolled to the side, lying flat on her mother’s copious chest. Her eyes were glazed over, and if not for the small, happy moans coming from her body, or the feeling of her hands running weakly along his back -holding him against her with as much affection as she could manage- he would have thought she’d passed out.
It was Tharja’s soft whispers that caught his attention a moment later, “Unbelievable… I can’t believe you made me cum too… Just from feeling you with another woman, with my own daughter. Hehe… you really do have me wrapped around your finger, don’t you?”
Her words were gentle, but there was a hunger in her eyes even greater than what he was used to from the Sorceress.
“It’s still hard to believe… I just watched my daughter become a mother.”
“You said it yourself Tharja, right now she’s not your daughter,” taking Noire gently into his arms, he eased her from atop her mother, lying her onto the bedroll to give her some time to recover, “You’re both my women.”
Perhaps it was an effect of the potion, or perhaps it was simply due to how intensely arousing this whole scenario was, but when Robin slid his cock from inside the lightly shivering Archer, it was still absolutely rock hard and still pulsing with unquenched desire. It had been similar with Cherche, but even there’d been time for them both to recover between sessions, right now, it felt more like he could barely hold himself back. Given Noire’s state, if he hadn’t already been immensely glad for Tharja’s presence, he would have been now.
Taking Tharja into his arms, he pressed her back down, laying her out flat along the bedroll, just centimetres from her daughter.
“And, as my women, I intend to make you both mothers together.”
“Yes! Yes! I’ve waited for this moment! For so long!”
***
“How do you like it?” Tharja purred, not even attempting to keep her voice straight as she felt the full length of her pussy spread eagerly wide and perfectly tight around the Tactician’s thick cock. She’d dreamed of this moment endlessly since their last night together and, as she felt her tunnel taking shape around his shaft once again, and his cockhead pressing comfortably up against her womb, she knew she’d never be able to hold back that long ever again, “Did you miss this body? You’re the only one who’s ever touched it you know, it’s all for your own exclusive use.”
Holding himself above her, looking down at the Dark Mage’s elated and almost shyly excited face as he felt her pussy pulsing tight, warm and slick around the full length of his shaft -as if her entire body was acting to massage him, to pleasure him from even the first moment he’d pushed inside her-, and having just switched between them, Robin couldn’t help but notice the incredible similarities between the mother and daughter. However, no matter how much this entire day had served to toy with his sensibilities, he was a smart enough man to keep that to himself. For now at least.
“Yeah,” he answered honestly, “Of course I did. I missed it a lot… I thought about it constantly, about you, constantly. But I couldn’t go to you just for the sake of it, even if you’d let me. I love you, Tharja… I couldn’t do anything until I knew I could answer you properly.”
Her gaze shifted to the side, and her hand’s holding to his wrists gripped him a little harder, a little more needily. She hadn’t expected a serious response from him, not when her entire pussy was throbbing around his cock with such incredible pleasure she thought her mind would melt. A large part of her wanted to just relax, to give in to the bliss and let herself enjoy the feeling she’d ached for, for so long. But she shook that desire away, that would be rude to Robin. And Tharja would do anything for Robin. Sucking in a breath, she brought herself back to reality.
“…I missed you too, more than I have words for,” she whispered, showing just a hint of vulnerability, a side of her that only he was ever allowed to see, “I told myself that I needed to feel it just once… that I wouldn’t mind, even if you didn’t choose me, so long as I got be with you at least one time. But, I missed you so much it hurt just thinking about it.”
Robin winced, his heart clenching in his chest, even as his entire body burned with desire.
“Then, I’ll fix that now, forever. No more pain, okay? I want you by my side from now on.”
Acting before she could formulate a reply, he rolled himself forwards, shifting up and over her, until her legs were urged from his waist and left kicking unsteadily into the air. Her massive breasts were pushing tight against his chest and her arms suddenly gripping desperately against his back as she felt the angle of his cock shifting inside her- until she felt him pulling her around and him up to leave the full length of his thick shaft pressing straight down through her, all the way to her womb.
“This is how you like it, isn’t it?”
This was what they’d both discovered in their last night together and something neither of them would soon forget. Tharja was an incredibly dangerous Sorceress, a proud, dignified and confident woman, but when she was with the man she adored, there was nothing she loved more than being roughly dominated with a hard, forceful mating press!
Her mouth dropped open in surprise, her luscious lips forming a wide O… One that suddenly snapped even wider, her gasp of surprise becoming a shriek of delight when Robin harshly pushed his cockhead another few centimetres into her, letting her entire pussy feel the full size and shape of his cock pressing down on her most sensitive walls. One single second passed like that, giving Tharja just barely enough time to process what was happening before he drove into action!
She lost instantly.
She’d never intended to resist him, of course, but she’d also never imagined submitting this easily, some part of her still capable of rational thought was simply impressed at how wonderfully her Tactician continued to impress her. Throwing her head back and screaming at the top of her lungs, kicking her legs uselessly into the air, scratching desperately along the width of his back- Tharja lost all sense of control. She lost all sense of composure. And she lost all sense of the world, of anything except for him and her. She came harder than she’d cum yet all afternoon, harder than she’d cum in all the weeks that had passed between them, and harder than anything she’d even let herself imagine since the last time they were together.
And then, feeling his cock slamming hard down the full length of her pussy once more. Feeling him drag the almost the full length of his shaft out, hitting every oversensitive point inside her on the way… She came again. And then again immediately after that!
This wasn’t the lovemaking she’d imagined in all her daydreams of Robin accepting her desires, of having him ask to marry her.
She was getting fucked. She was getting fucked by a man who’d just finished fucking her daughter. She was getting fucked right beside her daughter. She was going to get knocked up, bred, just like her daughter, less than a metre from Noire.
And she loved it more than she’d ever loved anything else before!
Her hips bucked up instinctively against his, matching his thrusts with her own desperate need, her arms moved up from his back to around his neck, holding onto him with as much strength as she could muster and her screams became filled with nothing but his name- the name of the man she loved, the man she adored, the man she’d pledged herself to and would happily give everything to. She screamed his name like a prayer and repeated it like a plea.
‘M-Merciful Naga! I almost forgot how incredible she feels!’
Of course, Robin was enjoying himself just as much, and even more than he’d been prepared for.
He’d wanted to be a little more controlled this time, to fully savour the experience of being with her, to make up for the time they’d spent apart by being with her as long as possible. He’d thought his time with Cherche and his somewhat greater experience would give him more resistance to the wild pleasure he felt being wrapped up inside Tharja. But, just as he’d quickly been overcome with the bliss of claiming the Wyvern Rider, and just as he’d been swept up in the intensity of conquering the Archer, so to was Robin immediately enraptured with the sensation of being re-acquainted with the Sorceress’s incredible body.
Her skin was warm, pressed flushed against his. He could feel the weight of her breast, just as soft and just as round as Noire’s squishing against his chest and he could feel every movement and tremble of her hips as she pushed herself up against his thrusts. He couldn’t resist her charms and, as he felt her, succumbing joyously to another orgasm, clenching almost painfully tight around him as she did so, he no longer had any desire to.
He didn’t even bother building from a slow tempo like he had with her daughter, clenching his arms securely around his shoulders, Robin drove himself full force, down the length of her pussy, slamming his cock hard into her womb, again! And again! And again! Until Tharja’s cries had devolved into nothing but garbled screams, and his own moans were quickly raising out to match hers, the heat of pressure inside him burning furiously, far beyond what he could control!
In the end, after just over ten minutes, he was sent crashing irresistibly through his own peak once more!
Unable to even articulate a word of warning, Robin’s voice rang out in a long, low groan as he slammed his cock down into her one last time, stretching her pussy open around the full length of his shaft as he drove it hard right against her womb! Throwing his head back and holding her tight around him, his back arched forwards, desperately sinking every last millimetre of his length inside her as his release suddenly erupted!
Rope after hot rope of his thick, viscous seed crashed through the Dark Mage’s eager pussy, surging through her womb till it was overflowing, and flooding out her pussy, until it ran down onto the bedsheets. Her screams of delight caught in her throat, and, with her tongue hanging limply from her mouth as her head fell backwards, Tharja’s already shaky consciousness was slammed by the pleasure again and again, until her hands were limp on his back and her legs shaking weakly in the air.
And all the while, Robin’s vision swam, and his breathing came in wild, ragged pants.
“G-Gods… That was…”
It took him several minutes to finally come down from his high, and even when he did, he could still feel the aftershocks of bliss trembling down his spine. Gently pushing himself upright and easing himself out of the thoroughly dazed Plegian, he laid her down carefully atop the bedroll.
And then, sitting back on his haunches, he swallowed heavily.
“Wow, that’s… quite a sight.”
A mother and daughter, laying beside each other, both with utterly enraptured expressions on their face after both having been fucked senseless, and both with his cum running thick out of their over-flooded pussies, and spreading down their thighs.
His cock pulsed hungrily and the urge for more swelled within him once again, but this time, Robin pushed it down, “Er… yeah. I probably overdid it…” there was only so much he could blame on those potions.
***
It didn’t take long for Tharja and Noire to regain their senses, and when they did, any hesitations within either of them seemed to have been long forgotten. Curling up against where Robin had positioned himself opposite them, they pulled him back down to the bedroll between them, each snuggling comfortably up against one of his sides, linking their hands together atop his chest.
They passed some time like that, talking together, teasing lightly and filling in any last questions or assurances left between them.
It was a warm and pleasant position, being sandwiched by his lovers on either side, and one Robin was more than happy to indulge in. In-fact, he would have happily passed even longer just like that, if not for the way he found Noire suddenly grinding herself against him, moaning weakly and looking up at him with a face deeply flushed red in pleasure.
“S-So… So this is… I’ve never, ooohhaaa… never feLLLT!” Her moans grew even heavier and the light in her eyes even more desirous as her leg hooked over his and her waist began shaking urgently against his own, “Hhaa! I love it!”
“Er… N-Noire? Are you okay?”
“She’s… she’s fine,” Tharja gasped, and now he turned to look at her, Robin saw that the Dark Mage’s expression was quickly matching her daughters, and that the fingers that had been linked lovingly atop his chest were now tightly clenching to each other, “B-Better than fine! uhHAA! So much better!”
“What’s going on?”
Noire just nodded her head, her body shuddering and trembling against his as her vision locked unerringly from his face and her grin turned into an almost dizzyingly wide smile. Tharja was no better, smiling just as broadly, she gave up completely on attempting to answer his question and instead simply matched her daughter’s movements, hooking her own leg around Robins and grinding the full length of her equally incredible body against his.
“OhhMMMMMMMMM!”
“Hhh, yyyeeeesSSSSSSS!”
Robin could only watch in questioning wonder, turning his gaze from one girl’s unflinching, adoring gaze to the next, as they each trembled and shook, wrapping themselves tight around him and holding just as tight to each other’s hand as they shuddered delightedly through a visibly intense orgasm. And then, as the moment passed and their breathing began to stabilise, what he could only assume were several more until they’d finally calmed down.
“Mother… that was… hhha, Robin… Thank you.”
“Yes… I, hehe... that was… even better than I hoped for.”
“I feel like I’ve missed something..?”
“We’re mages,” Tharja explained finally, through heavy pants, “Well, I am. But even if I’ve never taught Noire any spells, she’s obviously still picked up the fundamentals from her time in the future. You must know it yourself by now, that to do anything with magic, you need to be highly attuned to your own body. A mage of any decent calibre can feel every little change that occurs within them.”
Looking at the still beaming expressions from each woman, Robin blinked, processing the explanation slowly… until he finally realised exactly what she was implying.
“W-Wait, you mean… You can feel that!? Both of you!?”
This time, with each of them giggling in heady joy, their voices rang out together,
“Breeding Successful!”
“Hehe… There’s no backing out now.” Tharja added, uncoupling her hand from her daughter’s and slithering it down his body, wrapping her fingers around his still-hard cock.
“You really did it… you made me completely yours.” Noire agreed, sliding her hand under her mother’s and cradling his balls gently in her palm.
Robin swallowed a gasp. It was a lot to process, but by now, spurred on from the sensation of being thoroughly knocked-up, each of their expressions had turned downright ravenous.
“Th-That’s good!”
It wasn’t clear if he was responding to the news, or to their ministrations, perhaps both.
Either way, whether it was an effect from the potions or just his own rampaging desire, Robin had already been aching to continue. And now, it looked like there was no longer any reason to hold back!
***
“M-Mother!” Noire gasped, from her position lying on her back under the other woman, her words broken into a cry as Robin’s cock slammed hard through her pussy once more, “I-Isn’t this a, a bit much!?”
“M-Maybe I-I!” this time it was Tharja’s words that were cut off by her scream, as the Tactician’s cock slid from the Archer and back into the Dark Mage lying flat and face down atop her, pounding furiously through her own ever-eager pussy, “Maybe I put in too much wymroot!?”
Neither of them had any sense for how long this had been going for. Following their announcement, Robin had taken firm control of both his women, pulling the mother into place atop her daughter and then he’d been forcefully alternating between them ever since!
Lying together as they were, each being taken in turn, they had no possible way of resisting the pleasure searing through them. He thrust into Tharja and Noire’s head spun from feeling her mother’s pussy rocked in place against hers; he slammed himself into Noire and Tharja gasped as her daughter’s hard nipples dragging against her own.
Robin had always seemed far stronger and hardier than his stature belied, but his usually impressive stamina seemed even greater than ever! Already each of them had received several more thick loads of his seed inside them. With their wombs and pussies each completely stuffed to flooding, the bedsheets were soaked in their overflowing juices. And still, he showed no signs of letting up.
But then, despite their words, both of their hips were shaking desperately back to meet with his thrusts. Neither woman was complaining in the least, and any discussion soon gave way as their lips met again in another passionate kiss, and their wombs were each painted white with his essence once more.
And so, just like that, the afternoon turned to night, and the night passed in a way neither woman had ever dreamed of. And one they would each cherish for the rest of their lives.
***
Breakfast in the Shepherd’s mess hall was a very strange one the next morning. All eyes were turned to the head table, and Chrom was far from the only one leaving his meal unattended as he watched in disbelief as the Tactician calmly ate his meal.
Or, more specifically, as Robin was fed his meal, in alternating turns by an uncharacteristically happy looking Tharja and a warmly bold looking Noire. There was, after all, no way he could have managed to feed himself with the way each woman was holding tight to one of his arms, snuggling contently up against him as if there was nothing at all unusual about this in the world.
Sumia, of course, was looking on with absolutely unabashed excitement, while constantly shooting her husband glances as if to say, “Why aren’t we doing that?” and several times she attempted to remind him that Cordelia would be doing a patrol around the camp this afternoon. The Exalt, unfortunately, was far too shell-shocked right now to pay any attention.
Noire sighed happily, for the first time in her life she was comfortable enough to just ignore everything else that was going on around her. For someone who’d always been painfully self-depreciating, the feeling of only caring about what was directly in-front of her was one she found liberating beyond belief. She knew the feeling would probably fade when she was separated from Robin and had to face down the rest of her friends… but that was all the more reason to spend as much time around him as she could manage!
Her free hand drifted to her womb, to where, by straining her perception she could already feel the small pulse of change within her body.
“It’s hard to believe you’re going to be a grandmother so soon, mother,” she hummed. After being wrapped up naked around her, cumming, screaming and moaning together, and seeing her mother in all the ways she had yesterday, it was as if any barrier between them had dropped and she felt comfortable enough even teasing her, “Maybe before you even become a mother!”
“Hmph,” she snorted, “I have no intention of letting your child be older than mine. I’ll find a hex to ensure that if I have to.”
“Tharja,” that was enough to make Robin interrupt, “You’re not going to use magic to affect the birth of our child.”
“A-Ha-hha… Our child.”
That reminder was enough to knock the dark gaze from her expression. Conceding the argument with a happy blush, Tharja snuggled tighter up against him, holding his arm securely in place between her breasts, and leaning her head over so it was laying atop his shoulder.
Noire, still bolder than she’d ever imagined herself being, added her own thoughts. Reaching over and gently patting her mother’s stomach, she whispered a quiet prayer, “Be born healthy, me.”
“Aha!”
Virion was the first to notice Cherche entering the tent. Perking up from where he’d been slightly sullenly watching the overly public display, a sardonic smile blossomed upon the Noble’s face as he watched the Wyvern Rider’s eyes settle upon the oblivious trio settled at the head of the tent.
Hands set at her sides and her usual tight smile on her face, she stalked over towards them, walking right past her (former) lord without so much as a greeting. But, by now he was used to that! Rather, he was excited for the show that was about to begin!
“Tsk, Robin my dear boy,” he muttered with a shake of his head, “You may have the momentary joy of a flower in each hand… but, I believe you’ve forgotten to watch for the thorns!”
Standing directly behind the white-haired man, Cherche’s voice was as collected as ever as she addressed the Dark Mage, “You’re in my seat.”
Virion was no stranger at all to dalliances, of course, and if the Tactician had asked him, he would have happily assisted in helping hide any kind of affair. But, unfortunately, it seemed their ever-reliable young strategist was about to learn an important lesson in discretion!
Or at least, that’s what he expected to happen when he saw Tharja offer an unbelievably amused smile directly back up at the Rosanne woman.
But instead,
“Hmph, well, aren’t you ungrateful. I even saved the best seat, just for you.”
“Ah! I see. My apologies.”
He was left gaping in disbelief as Cherche slid around both of them and into position, directly atop Robin’s lap!
It seemed every male in the room swallowed as one at that sight, the curve of Cherche’s round ass bouncing just a little as she pushed herself fully atop the Tactician’s waist, and her soft moan ringing out as his hands wrapped around her stomach, securing her in place as if nothing about this was unexpected at all. And, just like Virion, where they had been expecting fireworks, instead they simply saw both Tharja and Noire continue happily wrapping themselves around his arms, giving no signs of discontent at all about those arms holding another woman.
Just as with Tharja and Noire before her, Cherche’s voice was low and quiet, keeping their conversation as private as possible. Despite the almost ridiculous show of public affection, she had no desire to announce every last detail of her nascent love live. And so, only Chrom and Sumia were privy to the details as she turned to the woman on either side of her,
“I thought I’d be nice and give you two, er, you three time alone last night out of courtesy. But tonight, I’m joining in, whether it’s in your tent or anywhere else, and I don’t care who’s there with me!”
“Ah!”
“Oh!”
“I-I see!”
Unfortunately, before any proper plans could be put into place following that declaration, they were suddenly interrupted by the sound of the tent flaps flying open and heavily armoured boots stomping into the room!
“M-Milord! And you, Sir Robin! I fear, I must bring this to your attention, immediately!”
Having been left lurching from one awkward revelation to another, and feeling increasingly worried about his Tactician’s success, it took Chrom a moment to blink himself from his revere and back to reality, “Hwha, ahem, what is it, Frederick?”
“I’m not sure what to make of it myself, but I think you need to see this… This morning, when I was heading back from my morning patrol, I found this lady, walking around in the woods a few kilometres from our camp.”
So saying, he turned on the spot and somewhat ungainly ushered the previously unseen lady, hidden by his massive frame, into full view.
“Huh? Morgan?” Robin blinked, puzzled by the strange announcement. After seeing the Knight’s bewildered expression, he’d expected something a lot more shocking, or at least a lot more urgent than the sight of Robin’s daughter. It was strange that Morgan was up and about so early, she wasn’t much of an early riser, so despite the rest of their camp already being active he hadn’t expected her to be awake for another few hours yet. Still, it was hardly odd for Morgan to be doing something odd, so he had no clue why Frederick had decided it needed to be brought to his attention, “What am I su-”
It was only after he began speaking that his brain suddenly clicked into place, and the words died in his throat.
This was unmistakably, unquestionably, his daughter, Morgan.
But…
His daughter had no reason to be staring at everyone inside their tent with a confused, scared expression on her face, like a rabbit pushed into a corner.
And, he was pretty sure his daughter couldn’t use a bow. Yet there was definitely one strapped across her back and judging from the small decorations and designs carved into it, it was clearly a well-loved weapon.
And… didn’t Morgan have that beautiful sea-green hair? He could picture it clearly in his mind, but the woman standing, quivering under their assembled stares had raven-black hair falling messily around her face.
‘Wh… H-… Wh…’
The next few seconds felt like an eternity. His brain stopped and started several times. Until finally, the words Miriel had spoken the previous day snapped into place in his head and his heart leapt uncertainly in his chest.
‘It can’t be?’
Turning on the spot, he looked towards Noire’s equally shocked face, and then back across to the young girl. Then, acting suddenly on a father’s impulse, he eased Cherche from his lap, pulled his hands free from the two other women’s grip and rose to his feet, facing her with his arms spread wide, an instinctive gesture he couldn’t possibly deny when he saw such a troubled face on his daughter.
“Morgan?”
Quailing under their stares, her eyes finally found him, and she suddenly snapped in place, her eyes going wide as saucers and mouth hanging wide open.
“B-Blood and thunder!” racing across the tent, there was no fury in her cry, only the enormity of relief, “Father! Father! H-Here you are! I’ve been looking all over for you!”
He collected her into his embrace, and she sniffled weakly into his chest. There would be countless questions later, but for now this was all that mattered.
“Huh, what’s going on?” of course, trouble always comes in pairs, “Father? Huuuuh!? H-Hey! Why’s there another me?”
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Notes:
Phew! It’s crazy how long a week feels like sometimes isn’t it? Feels almost like more than a month! Time, huh?
Anyhow, obviously this is the longest chapter yet, probably too long coming in at about 25k words, but there was a lot of ground to cover for explanations, setup and such, that won’t be needed in future chapters. So, don’t worry if you found this a slog (I hope you didn’t, this one took so long and so much effort to get out, I’ll probably cry if you tell me it’s garbage!)
As I mentioned, the chapter was obviously Noire’s chapter, but also as mentioned it was rolled not as her stand-alone, but the Special Event “Noire Interrupted!”. I had a few people correctly guess that meant Tharja was going to come in and join the fun, so I don’t think it was too hard to predict which way this was gonna go, but hopefully you had fun with it anyway.
So yes, this means that Robin has now bred both Noire and Tharja, taking them both out of the running. Apologies for anyone who was hoping for Chrom/Tharja, but rest assured that’s not the only special event in this pile, so if you’re eager for threesomes or moresomes, well, I guess there’s not much you can do except hope they get rolled? Feel free to suggest things though, I probably won’t add anything to the list, but… I dunno, if you impress me enough, there’s a chance.
And equally importantly we see here my plans for extra fun! It should be clear in the chapter, but I’ll spell it out here: For any “non-standard” girls that gets knocked up, the camp is going to get an extra visitor. So if either Robin or Chrom gets with someone who doesn’t have a normal child of their own (eg Tiki, Anna) or with one of the second generation, we’ll get an additional Morgan or Lucina specific to them! After all, it only makes sense they get to see the practical merits of being bred too, no?
Anyhow, now for the fun stuff! And I think Chrom fans will be happy to hear this, but Olivia has been rolled as the next character to join the fun! She’s someone I’ve seen a lot of people put with Chrom, so perhaps it’s time for him to get in the action, but of course, if you prefer her with Robin, feel free to vote for him.
Is Olivia eager to show Chrom her new dance (atop his cock)?
Or is she aching to be held down and bred by Robin? A man who’s already proven himself so adept?
You tell me: www.strawpoll.me/18713346
All feedback, requests, suggestions, ideas or anything else is welcome. I’m hoping to have a new chapter out each week.
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