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The Desire Emblem	By : Ginblood Category: +A through F > Fire Emblem (all) > Fire Emblem (all) Views: 4450 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: Here's Chapter 3! It's a pretty long one, so it took a while to get out, but I'll probably be shooting for shorter chapters from here on out - more like the length of Chapter 2. Hope you all enjoy!
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“Mari, can this really not wait?” Robin inquired, throwing open the entrance to Maribelle’s tent. He asked in vain - he could tell just from the way she gripped his cloak that it could not. At least, not for her, after she’d been afflicted by the effects of the Desire Emblem, kept safe and sound in Robin’s quarters.
“Quit your whining! The least you could do is take responsibility for your actions, my lord!” Maribelle chided, closing the entrance to the tent behind them. “It’s because of you that I even feel these urges at all. Keeping a lady of my standing waiting… just what sort of gentleman are you?”

Her words were harsh - though Robin knew that it was a front. He’d seen beneath Maribelle’s prickly exterior, and discovered quite the needy woman underneath. In a way, though, they were both putting up a front - Robin was just as happy to sate Maribelle’s needs as she was to ask it of him.
“A gentleman, eh? Well, if it’s a gentleman you want… I’m afraid you’ve come to the wrong man.” Robin replied, smacking her ass as he said it. Maribelle turned to him, trying in vain to hide the blush that had overcome her adorable face.
“Robin!” She scolded, attempting to hide the secret enjoyment she got out of having her ass smacked. Out in the open, Maribelle wanted a refined gentleman - someone with only the finest etiquette, and preferably with a social standing similar to her own. That was the impression she gave those around her, being the main reason Robin had never made a move on her prior. Though, in bed… Maribelle wanted a brute. Someone who would slap her, restrain her, and utterly dominate her. Robin was far from a brutish man - but with his libido came a natural gift for domination. And that was something that Maribelle just couldn’t get enough of.

“Come, Mari. We’re alone now… there’s no need to act as if you don’t enjoy it.” Robin spoke softly into her ear, wrapping his arms around her waist. His lips reached her neck, sucking just hard enough to leave a slight mark. This was another of Maribelle’s turn-ons - she loved to be claimed. Her facade began to weaken - looking into the eyes of the woman he loved, Robin could see just how badly she needed to be dominated. Her needy eyes and reddened face practically radiated how aroused she’d gotten, and Robin planned to sate her needs… albeit without so much teasing and foreplay this time. It was, after all, the middle of the day, and he wanted for the both of them to be satisfied swiftly.
Spinning her around, he brought her face within millimeters of his own - so close that they could feel one another’s breath, and see every intent in one another’s eyes. “What do you want me to do to you, Maribelle?”

“My lord… that’s not fair…” She turned her face away from him, but her hands slid up his chest, revealing exactly what she wanted.
“Oh, is it? Then I suppose we can stop here, if that’s what you-”

Maribelle cut him off swiftly, throwing herself at him completely, locking him into a kiss. Their tongues explored one another’s mouths, as their desire began to fill the room - anyone who walked in now would realize what was happening before they even saw the couple. The smell, the feeling in the air… and it would only get more intense from here. Maribelle pulled her lips away from her lover, looking deep into his eyes. “Robin… please… pleasure me.”
Robin wrapped his arms even more tightly around Maribelle’s waist, lifting her up into the air, setting her down on her vanity stand, her legs still wrapped tightly around her lover. The stand was about at the height of Robin’s waist, so even with Maribelle seated on it, their faces were still at equal height. Robin began to slide his hands up the entire length of Maribelle’s body - once they found her chest, they began to undo the buttons that bound her top together, allowing his hands to sneak underneath her dress and creep under her bra until he was caressing her bare chest with both hands.
Maribelle couldn’t stifle her moans - she loved having her chest played with, and Robin’s hands were truly something else. She locked her legs more tightly around the tactician, indicating her impatience. She allowed her own hands to sink down below her skirt, pushing her panties to the side to allow her lover easier access. Robin took the hint - with one hand still on Maribelle’s chest, he used his other hand to free his erect cock from its confinement, aligning the tip with the pussy that he’d become so addicted to.

“Now then, Mari. What do you say?”

“P...please, my lord. Use your woman’s... pussy... as much as you’d like.”

Robin smirked at her. “There, now…. what a good girl you are.” Robin pushed forward, filling her pussy with the cock that she loved so dearly. In only a few days, the two had grown completely addicted to having sex, whatever the time, wherever they were.
Robin quickly began to move - she’d become so accustomed to his cock by now that they needed almost no foreplay. Thrusting into her, faster and faster, while his hands gently played with the girls’ sensitive tits, they were both already in a state of complete bliss.
Maribelle felt as though her mind was slipping from consciousness completely, the deadly combination of Robin’s hands fondling her breasts alongside the feeling of his massive cock thrusting in and out of her drove the girl to pure euphoria. As for Robin, his movements were almost automatic, unable to keep himself from driving his rod into her tight snatch over and over, in the same repetitive motion that he could maintain for hours if he put his mind to it. Maribelle’s vaginal walls clasped onto him as tightly as the first time he’d fucked her, not the least bit worn from their several-times-a-day excursions to whatever private corner they could find for themselves. The woman he’d eyed for so long from a distance, ogling at her massive breasts and her perfect ass from afar, was now in his arms, her legs wrapped around him, moaning like a madwoman at the feeling of his cock pistoning in and out of her dripping cunt. He’d made her his own a little more each time he fondled her breasts, smacked her ass, or, most commonly, gave her a dripping creampie in the middle of the day. Or the morning. Or the evening, for that matter… and, of course, at night.
Robin could feel his lover convulsing in his arms - he wondered, how many orgasms has she already had? Is this the second? The third? As the thought crossed his mind, he realized just how near it was to his own - nearing his limit, he thrust his cock deep into her in a motion that was now second nature, groaning as he filled her womb with his cum, feeling it overflow as it dripped out of her pussy, staining the floor below them. Maribelle threw her head back, nearly going limp - Robin knew what she wanted. He picked her up off the stand, carried her over to her cot, and lied her down, allowing her to rest after the exhaustion that always came following their combined orgasms. This had become Robin’s day-to-day life… and he couldn’t have been happier.

…

Now in the sanctuary of his own cabin, Robin collapsed into his own bed, absolutely drained after his latest fuck session with his woman. He’d completely forgotten how much he’d longed to be home from this horrid climate only a few days earlier, or how boring it had become to perform the same routine exercises, day after day with the rest of the Shepherds. Sitting up, he grabbed a small wooden chest from under his bed, opening it with a key that he kept in his coat. Inside was the Emblem that had blessed his life with such fortune - the key to Maribelle’s affections, and the switch that turned his life from a dull routine to nothing short of a fuckfest.
Glancing at the Desire Emblem, Robin began to wonder… How much power did this shield really possess? He had love itself in his possession… wouldn’t it be a waste to use it once, then discard it forever?
No… surely Maribelle was all he needed. That was the woman he’d pined for - and now that he had her, he was happy. He needed nothing else - the Emblem had served its purpose.
Right?

…

The weather was nice that evening - though by Ferox standards, that wasn’t saying much. Robin sat on the front steps of the dining hall, having taken a brief escape from the festivities going on inside. Gregor had recently completed a rather high-paying job as a royal guard, tasked with the protection of the newly-crowned king of Plegia during his inauguration ceremony. The new king had sworn to abolish Grima worship as the nation’s official religion, which, as expected, had drawn significant resistance from the more radical Grimleal. But the job was done, and, in the man’s typical mercenary fashion, Gregor’s first move was to treat the entirety of the Shepherds to drinks.
For Robin, though, the drinking had provided something else - while most tend to become foolish under the effects of alcohol, the tactician had a tendency to see things more clearly, provided he drank in moderation. One or two drinks tended to clear his head, allowing him to see things through a lens not clouded by emotion, or, even worse, by hormones. And at this very moment, the sudden rush of rationality was screaming just one thing.
You tampered with fate.
If you and Maribelle were meant to be, she would have fallen in love with you without the need for such tricks.
You used her. You used her like she was an object for your satisfaction.
And you call yourself the hero of Ylisse?

It’s just like before.
Just like when you let Grima live so you didn’t have to d-
“There you are.”
In what seemed to be perfect timing, Robin snapped out of his thoughts, turning to meet the gaze of the person who’d just emerged from the dining hall. Though, even just from hearing the voice, he already knew who he’d see.
“...Hey. Sorry, Chrom. I just… needed a breather.”
The tactician’s immediate excuse was met with laughter by the prince. “Heh, I thought you might. I know that big get-togethers are a lot for you, old friend.” Chrom took a few steps forward, and sat down on the steps beside Robin, gesturing to the half-empty tankard of beer that he’d been sipping on as he’d struggled against his unpleasant thoughts. “I also know how you get when you drink.”
Robin smirked, looking up at the prince who now sat beside him. “Hardly suits someone like me to be so predictable, eh?”
Chrom scoffed. “Please. I know you like no enemy general ever could.” The prince took a gulp from his own mug, and after doing so, he stared into the same darkness that Robin seemed to be taking refuge in. “I also know when something’s bothering you.”
Without meaning to, Robin went on the defensive. “Oh, come, now. It’s like you said… it’s just the alcohol, is all.”
“Is that right?” Chrom hadn’t even turned to look at him as he’d said it, yet Robin knew that he hadn’t bought a word.
Robin sighed, seeming to abandon any effort to deceive his friend. “I… I suppose I’m just dueling with some unpleasant thoughts, is all.” He took another swig of his drink. “Thoughts that question whether I’m the man I thought I was. The man I want to be.”
Right as the words left his lips, Robin expected the same reaction out of Chrom that anyone else would have given him - You, the grandmaster tactician of Ylisse who won three wars for us and saved the realm from doomsday, don’t think you’re a good man? He then would be met with incredulous glances and that would be the end of that. But Chrom was different.

“Robin. We did a lot of good together, you and I. But I know better than anyone that no matter what road life takes you on… no matter how heroic your feats… there will always be times when you doubt yourself. It starts to take a toll when you’re the person your comrades look to for strength.” Chrom set down his drink. “Listen, friend. You may not believe me, but I’ve never met someone as kind, as courageous, and as caring for his allies as you. And I’m not just saying that because of your military feats. I’ve seen the way you interact with the Shepherds - and with common folk you’ve never even met before.” Chrom sighed, scratching his head. “Remember in the Ylisse-Plegia war, when we’d constantly get caught up between battles defending the many defenseless towns along the border from Risen?” Of course, Robin remembered. “The villages were, of course, grateful… perhaps a little too grateful. I’m sure you remember that a majority of the men among our ranks took quite a lot of pleasure from bedding the grateful village maidens that were all too happy to please the brave warriors who saved their livelihoods.” Chrom moved his hand slightly, blocking direct eye contact with the tactician. “Many times, I was no exception. What can I say? I was human. But not you.” Chrom turned his head, meeting Robin’s eyes. “You always stayed behind, refusing to take advantage of the people you’d defended out of the goodness of your heart, without a reward in mind.”

Robin appreciated the praise, but it was largely unfounded - the tactician had simply been sneakier than the other men, not wanting to sully his good name by sleeping around. In fact, such village girls were exactly where most of his sexual experience had come from.
“What I’m saying, friend, is that you’re not giving yourself the credit you should. You care for these people, and don’t think for even one second that they don’t notice.” Chrom finished his drink and stood up, gesturing for Robin to do the same. “Come. Don’t let your troubles spoil your evening. Gregor should have another round coming soon.” Chrom began walking back into the dining hall, hoping for Robin to follow.
“Sure, yeah. Just… give me one moment, I’ll be right in.” Robin smiled at the prince, hoping that it would be enough to satisfy him for the time being.

“Suit yourself. I’ll save you a beer.”
As Chrom disappeared through the doors, Robin let his eyes return to the darkness beyond the dining hall steps. Chrom’s words had been in goodwill, though all they’d done was reassure Robin’s fears.
He’s wrong.
I did take advantage of those women.
But this is worse than that…
I’m taking advantage of a comrade.
An ally.
A friend.
Robin blinked back tears, the gravity of what he’d done finally beginning to set in. What he’d done to Maribelle… what he’d planned to do to the others… how was he ever to forgive himself?
There was no other option.
The Shepherds were inside, celebrating to their hearts’ content… that meant the tents would be almost completely unguarded. If he were able to circumvent Frederick, get another of Maribelle’s hairs, and undo the effects of the Emblem… his actions may not be forgiven, but it was the least he could do.
What’s going to happen when the effects wear off? Robin wondered. Would Maribelle be repulsed at her own actions? Would she be sickened? Worse, would she know that she’d somehow been controlled?
No. It doesn’t matter. The consequences are mine to bear.
Gathering all of his humanity, determined to finally do the right thing… Robin made his way into the night.

…

Watching as most of the Shepherds exited the dining hall to turn in for the night, Chrom finished off the last of what he’d sworn would be his last drink of the evening. Lissa tended to worry about him, and he’d made the promise to set her mind at ease - though admittedly, the prince wasn’t sure if her worries came from genuine concern for her big brother, or out of a desire to avoid spending the following morning taking care of a nauseous, hungover Chrom.
Robin had never rejoined the festivities after their talk on the steps… though that was hardly unexpected. Chrom knew his friend well, and figured he’d just end up retiring to his quarters, falling asleep to the sound of his own thoughts. Then, in the morning, all would be well.
Chrom exited the dining hall and checked the steps to ensure that Robin was gone, and, as expected, he was. Though a strange object caught his attention…
The prince bent down to pick up an odd-looking shield that had been left on the steps. What in the hell is this thing? It had been left where Robin had been sitting, but it hardly looked like something the tactician would use… regardless, whatever this odd-looking item was, he’d be remiss not to return it to his friend.
Say… Chrom felt a pang of familiarity as he looked at the object. The more he analyzed it, the more he began to see its many resemblances to the Fire Emblem, which was safe and sound in Ylisstol. An odd-looking object with a strange resemblance to the Fire Emblem… could it be…? Chrom recalled tasking Robin to investigate claims of an object just like this one in a nearby town, though he’d reported that the rumors were nothing to worry about. So why would he have taken it for himself… and why would he hide it from his captain, his prince, and his dear friend?
Chrom sighed to himself. Damn… maybe I did have too much to drink after all. Robin was a trusted friend and colleague. If there’d been something major to report, he’d have reported it. Emblems aren’t hard to come by, after all… surely objects like this weren’t an uncommon sight in the wide variety of towns that Ferox had to offer. Disregarding his concerns, Chrom began to think about whether he should return the object now or in the morning, as the sun had long since set. Though he didn’t have to think very long.
“Chrom? You gonna be okay getting home in one piece?”
Even before he turned his head towards the origin of the voice, Chrom, of course, already knew who it was. A smile spread across his face, as it always did so effortlessly with her.
“Yes, Lissa, I think I’ll manage. It’d make poor song for the prince who laid the fell dragon low to kick the bucket from a few too many drinks, eh?” Of course, he was joking - he was never the self-celebratory type.
“Yeah, yeah, your princliness. Don’t come crying to me if you’re all pukey in the morning.” Closing the dining hall doors behind her, Lissa began descending the front stairs, but stopped in her tracks when she saw what Chrom held in his hands. “Er, Chrom? The heck is that thing?”
Not wanting to sound conspicuous but also not quite sure how to explain it, Chrom stated it as simply as he could. “Not sure… I think it’s Robin’s. You headed to bed?”

“In a bit, yeah. I’m all partied out… I’ve just gotta stop by the smithy tent to pick up my staff. I broke it this morning, and Lon’qu told me it’d be fixed by dusk. Why?”
Chrom held the object towards Lissa, gesturing for her to take it. “Well, if you’re heading to that end of camp anyway, you mind dropping this off to him?” As he spoke, Chrom swore he could feel a faint, magical aura coming from the shield. “Could just be some odd trinket, but it might be important.”
“Geez… being a prince doesn’t exempt you from running your own errands, you know.” Lissa gave a hefty, dramatic sigh, taking the object as she did so. “But, fine, I’ll give it to him.”
Normally, Chrom may have fired back, but he was far too eager to get into his nice, warm bed to risk angering her into refusing. They were, after all, in Ferox, and the night chill was fierce, even in springtime. He descended the steps, making haste to get back to his quarters as swiftly as possible. “Thanks, sis! I owe you!”
“You bet your butt you do!” she called back to him. Swiftly, she began to make her way to Robin’s quarters. “Geez, what a lazy bum… seriously, though… what is this thing?”

…

Shutting himself in his quarters and locking the door behind him, Robin breathed a sigh of relief as he finally made it back home, with another of Maribelle’s hairs in tow. As he’d expected, Frederick was keeping watch, but the few thievery skills that Robin had learned from Gaius - skills he was certain he’d never use himself - seemed to have paid off. Relieved, the tactician ensured that the hair was secure in his pocket, and reached inside his cloak to grab the Emblem and dispel its effects once and for all.
As he did so, his heart went colder than the Feroxi night breeze.
The Emblem was gone.
This was bad. The Emblem was likely out in the open for anyone to see! And worse, he wasn’t even certain where “out in the open” was! Best case scenario, he hot-foots it back over to the other side of camp and retraces his steps before anyone else finds it… and worse case scenario, Tharja or Miriel find it before he does. In which case, he’d be on borrowed time until he was found out.
Hurriedly, but not losing hope, Robin re-secured his belongings and swung open his cottage door to begin the search… and, as it turned out, he didn’t have to look far.

On the foot of the door to his cottage stood Lissa, completely white in the face with her hand raised in a fist as if to knock on the now-opened door.
“...Lissa? What could you possibly need at this hour?” Robin attempted to keep the frustration from his voice, though as the words left his mouth, he realized his attempts were in vain.
Almost instantaneously, Lissa’s shock at having had the door thrown open right in front of her face turned to anger. “Geez, try not to sound so thankful, mister grandmaster tactician! And here I came all this way to return your weird-looking shield thingy that you so carelessly left out in the open!” Lissa stuck out the Emblem to him, and turned her nose up at him indignantly. “Seriously, you’d think that after all those strategies, you’d be a little less scatterbrained!”
Robin’s irritation quickly turned to confusion, then, finally, to relief. Lissa had found the Emblem - someone who would no doubt forget about it in a week. “Uh… yeah… sorry about that, Lissa. You just caught me at a bad time, is all.” He took the Emblem from her hands and laid it down on his bed. “I really do appreciate it, though. Thanks, Lissa.” He smiled at her in an attempt to make up for his initial reaction, though, as he’d expected, it made little difference.

“It’s whatever. Night.” Turning on her heel, Lissa began to walk away in a huff - and, though Robin had his flaws, he still made an effort to be a gentleman when he could.
“Lissa, wait. It’s cold out there. Stay for a bit. You came all this way to return this to me… the least I could do is make you some tea.” She stopped, but didn’t turn around. Just for his own peace of mind, Robin grabbed the Emblem off the bed as he spoke, removing the blonde hair from his pocket and setting it down into the center of the Emblem. As he watched the hair dissolve, he felt a weight lifted from his shoulders. He’d finally done the right thing. “Please, Lissa? For me?”
Finally, Lissa turned around. “Fine. Just one… cup?” Her sentence seemed to trail off, almost as if she was confused about something.
“Uh… are you asking me, or telling me?”
“I’m uh…” Lissa shook her head from side to side swiftly as if to shake herself off, and continued. “It’s nothing, sorry. Just one cup is fine.”

…

Geez… what a time to get all bent out of shape…
As Robin stood by the fire, boiling a pot of water for tea, Lissa sat at the cottage’s small corner table. Though, admittedly… she found herself quite caught off guard.
What the heck is going on with me?!
She’d be fine when she’d arrived, though somehow, through some cruel twist of fate, ever since she sat down in her little corner of his cottage, something within her had kicked into overdrive. She wasn’t sure what, or how… only that it was making it more and more difficult to converse with Robin as if nothing was wrong.
“How’s your brother doing? He didn’t drink too much again, did he?”
The question jolted her from her thoughts. “Oh, um… yeah, no, uh, yeah, he’s fine. I mean… he WILL be fine. Like… tomorrow, when he, you know… he’s fine.”
Robin looked at her inquisitively. He responded sarcastically, “No, please. Continue about how fine he is.”

Normally Lissa would have reacted indignantly to the teasing, at minimum telling him to shut up. Though tonight, the thought didn’t even seem to cross her mind.
Gods damn it, Lissa… you seriously can’t even form a coherent thought?! Just talk to the man! You’ve done it a million times before!
“Yeah, um, sorry. I just feel a little… off, is all.”
“Off?” Robin replied. “You’re our best cleric - surely you know more about your ailment than that something is ‘off’. What’s up, Lissa?” He set down the pot of boiling water, closing the distance between them. “It certainly isn’t warm out there… could you have caught a cold? A virus, maybe?” As he spoke, Robin raised his hand to touch her forehead…
“Don’t touch me!” Lissa shouted, slapping away his hand before it could make contact. Robin pulled back, clearly more shocked than hurt - though Lissa’s immediate, blunt reaction was involuntary, and her instinctive refusal to be touched was immediately replaced with guilt. She normally had no issue with anyone touching her, especially Robin, whom she trusted with her life… but right here, right now, she wasn’t sure what even the slightest touch could stir within her. After all, she’d always had a crush on Robin, albeit nothing major enough to warrant ever confessing. But now, with her female instincts running rampant throughout every part of her body, he suddenly appeared more handsome… more manly… than he ever had before.
Robin could swear he’d seen a similar ailment before, but he just couldn’t put his finger on where… something about the girl’s expression struck a chord of familiarity within the tactician. “Lissa… please… let me help you. Just tell me what’s wro-”
Robin’s words fell silent as everything clicked into place.
That was where he’d seen this before.
The first time Maribelle ever came to him… pent-up and full of lust for him, and him alone…
She’d had the exact same look on her face.
But why Lissa?
He’d never used the Emblem on anyone but Maribelle, and even then… those effects should now be dispelled, and the Emblem’s magic reversed.
Right?
Clearly Robin had made a grave miscalculation, and right now, there was only one way to find out what.
He had to prove why he was the Grandmaster Tactician of the country that defeated the Mad King, ended the Conquerer’s reign of terror, and laid the Fell Dragon low.
He had to use that side of his brain.

[ Approximately 9:32 PM: I sneak away from the dining hall. I ensure that I am not followed.
Approximately 9:41 PM: As I approach the women’s tents, I use an extra degree of caution - the women’s tents were rarely left unguarded. The only women unaccounted for at the dining hall were Sully, Miriel, and Tharja, and among those three, Sully is the most likely, at roughly 75%, to be standing guard at the women’s tents. I recall advice that I had previously received from Gaius. Attempting to circumvent Sully’s watchful eyes, I stick to the shadows, and attempt to move with the rhythm of the swaying trees, staying light on my feet. I see her - Sully is right in the center of the narrow clearing, leaning against her lance which had been stuck into the ground. As I approach from the thicket by the clearing, attempting to sneak around her, she turns around. I take advantage of the opportunity, crouch-walking the rest of the distance until I am out of sight. Eventually, I arrive at Maribelle’s tent and secure one long, blonde hair.
Wait. I was at Maribelle’s tent that morning. When I returned to secure the hair, something had changed. What was it? What was different…?
The staff. Checkmate.
When I arrived at Maribelle’s tent to secure the hair, there was a staff leaning against the back of the tent - from its general design and placement, there’s an 80% chance that this staff belongs to Maribelle, used as a backup staff in the event that her primary staff is unusable. Though when I was in Maribelle’s tent that morning, there was no such staff in sight. How could this be…?
Rewind.
I see her - Sully is right in the center of the narrow clearing, leaning against her lance which had been stuck into the ground. As I approach from the thicket by the clearing, attempting to sneak around her, she turns around. I take advantage of the opportunity, crouch-walking the rest of the distance until I am out of sight.
Pause.
She turned around. Why?
I recall my peripheral vision - what was she looking at?
That’s right - there was someone there. A short, blonde figure. Maribelle, maybe? No, it couldn’t be. I made it here as swiftly as possible from the dining hall, and Maribelle was there when I left. She couldn’t have beaten me here.
Lissa. It must have been Lissa. She wasn’t at the party when I left. Come to think of it, she’d carried a staff with her all day, despite the fact that she broke her own staff that morning when she tried to use it to spear fish. So which staff did she have?
Maribelle’s backup staff. It’s the only reasonable explanation - the only other healer at camp is Libra, who wouldn't be anywhere near the women’s tents. Plus, Maribelle is Lissa’s best friend. There’s around an 80% chance she’d choose to borrow a staff from Maribelle in the first place… and when I saw her by the tents, she had just returned it.
Unpause.

Fast-forward.
Eventually, I arrive at Maribelle’s tent and secure one long, blonde hair.
A long, blonde hair that could easily have belonged to the girl most recently in that tent… Lissa.
Fast-forward.
Approximately 10:03 PM: “I’ll make us tea as thanks for you running it over to me.” She stopped, but didn’t turn around. Just for my own peace of mind, I grabbed the Emblem off the bed as I spoke, removing the blonde hair from my pocket and setting it down into the center of the Emblem. As I watched the hair dissolve, I felt a weight lifted from my shoulders. I’d finally done the right thing.
This was the exact moment that Lissa’s affliction began to show itself - the very first symptom appeared immediately after me placing the hair into the Emblem.
That cinches it.
Conclusion: There’s a roughly 96% chance that the hair I placed into the Emblem was not Maribelle’s - it was Lissa’s. ]

Robin shot himself back to the present - minutes in the tactician’s mind often seemed to translate to mere seconds of real-time. Looking the princess up and down only supported his conclusion - she stared down at the table in front of her, her face red with shame. She clearly didn’t want to be touched, which had never been an issue before.
Damn it.
No. Stay calm. This is fixable.
She’s right in front of you - simply take another of her hairs as subtly as possible, place it into the Emblem, and all will be well.
Letting out another sigh, Robin walked towards his bed. “Well, I’m sorry you’re not feeling well. If you need me to walk you back to your cabin, let me know.” He reached under his bed, grabbing the Emblem, using his body to shield her view of it in case she looked over. Just one hair… surely it wouldn’t be hard to obtain. “Hey, uh, Lissa? Would you come here for just a moment?” He still hadn’t turned around, but as he heard her push out her chair and raise herself from the table, he began to formulate a plan.
Alright, simple… just one hair… all I have to do is-
Robin’s thoughts were interrupted by the realization that, quicker than he’d expected, Lissa was behind him. “Robin.” Before he even had the chance to do it himself, Lissa put her hands on his shoulders and spun him around to face her.
*SMACK!*
Robin didn’t process exactly what had just happened. Only that it stung. Particularly on the right side of his cheek.
Lissa had slapped him.
“That’s for talking back earlier. And this…”
Lissa grabbed his coat, pulling him so close to her, he could feel her chest pressed against his.
“This is for being so gods-damned attractive.”
She closed the distance between her lips and his, kissing him with a passion she’d never thought possible. Before long, she wasn’t sure if she’d been kissing him for seconds or hours - only that she didn’t want it to stop. Though, due to her own far greater need for oxygen, eventually, it did.
As Lissa pulled away to catch her breath, Robin did the same, his thoughts scattered and incohesive. What was he supposed to think? He attempted to form some form of reasonable thought… but it was as if his brain had been reduced from a full-functioning piece of machinery to a split pair of equal and opposing sides, dueling constantly in a battle for custody over the body they piloted.

[ Gods, this is bad…
But it felt so damn good.
What will Mari think?!
Who cares? She’s not your damn girlfriend or anything.
This isn’t right… I’m supposed to be fixing this!
Why? The whole camp - hell, almost the whole world - would be dead if not for you.
That’s not what’s important… I refuse to take advantage of-
Hey, hey. Nobody’s “taking advantage” of anyone. The Emblem found its way into our hands, didn’t it? That has to be fate… a divine reward from Naga herself for our most heroic efforts.
But-
No buts. Look at the poor girl. Cease this bickering and take care of her. Now. ]

Robin’s self-indulgent side won out.
Through Robin’s thoughts - a mere second in real-time - Lissa had stared at him expectantly. She desired him, true, but Lissa was still a sensitive, caring girl. She still wanted for him to have the opportunity to refuse her. Thankfully for her, she wasn’t left waiting long.
Robin grabbed the two brown leather straps that held the princess’s corset in place, pulling her lips back where they belonged - right into his own. It took mere fractions of a second for the young girl to melt into the arms of the man she’d adored for so long - she’d always felt so close to him as a friend, yet so distant as an admirer, so much so that she’d never bothered to think of it as more than a schoolgirl crush, the same that any other girl her age would feel for such an intelligent, brave, powerful young man - and a rather fine looking one, at that. Though tonight was different. Her feelings had always been rather minor, and easy to push to the depths of her mind. Not tonight. They had quickly become an unavoidable reality - one that she felt would cause her to burst if she’d attempted to keep it hidden even a moment longer. She longed for him. She needed him. And now, she had him.
It wasn’t long before Robin got to work undoing the many layers of fine clothing the princess wore as per her daily attire, even in the springtime chill of Ferox. Lissa did not think nor care to wonder how he so quickly undid the clasps holding her corset in place, quickly followed by her hoop skirt falling to the ground. Finally, as he spun her around, pushing the princess against the bedframe, he removed her soft, silky yellow dress that covered most of her body, now leaving her covered only by a thin layer of the skimpy white cloth she wore below her usual attire.
The two had always been close, and Robin had certainly hugged the young girl a fair share of times. Though one thing he’d always noticed was that her dress seemed almost designed to keep others at a distance. The material on the outside layer was hard, the leather being woven in such a way that it almost felt like wood - and the hoop skirt certainly didn’t allow for much closeness. Through all the two had been through together, here, now, in this moment, was the first time that Robin had felt just how soft and petite the princess really was.
She was a good head shorter than him, and was probably a little over half his weight. Lissa had never been a fighter, which Robin felt as soon as he held her - she was fragile, yet calm, as if she trusted with all her being that she was safe in Robin’s arms. Picking her up with ease, he set her down on his bed, shaking off his own clothing as he did so until he was down to only his pants. He leaned down to kiss her, his lips trailing downward leaving a line of red marks all the way down her neck, until he found his way to her chest. Lissa shook the straps of her final layer of clothing off of her shoulders, causing the cloth to slide down, exposing her entire top half for Robin to view. Her chest was humble - nothing like Maribelle’s, yet with a charm of its own. Kissing down to her chest, Robin began to tease her with his tongue, causing the young girl to squeal in ill-controlled delight as a wave of unfamiliar sensations took over her entire body.
“Robin… Oh, Gods…” The girl’s inexperience made her body even more sensitive to Robin’s touch, each of his movements sending another jolt of pleasure all throughout her body. The tactician worked his way down her body, teasing each and every inch of her until she could hardly bear the stimulation.

“Lissa… are you all right, darling?” The tactician raised his head to affirm that the girl was comfortable, though he did this only as a courtesy. He knew she was enjoying herself.
“Robin… please…” The girl kicked off the clothes that remained, leaving her lower half completely exposed. Lissa was completely inexperienced, and normally even the mere prospect of such an action would have left the girl utterly terrified… but right now, at this moment… this feeling… it was like a spell had overcome her. A spell that decimated her shyness and supplanted it with sheer desperation. Slowly, the girl grabbed Robin’s hand, guiding it between her legs. “I want… to know how it feels.”
Robin allowed the princess to guide his hand until it was exactly where she wanted it. Embarrassingly, using his fingers for his partner’s pleasure was one of his weaker skills, as for the life of him, he could never manage to find the “magic button” that men always spoke of when they’d had a few many drinks and their topic of conversation inevitably changed to their sexual endeavors. Though with Lissa’s inexperience and sensitivity, he had a feeling he could please her regardless.
Using his fingers to tease her entrance, he began to move in a constant rhythm, moderating his tempo by the sound of the girl’s moans - one thing Robin had learned over the years is that when engaging in sexual activities, any information you might need can be discovered by listening to what your partner’s body tells you. You can find out what they enjoy, how they feel - you can even identify their stresses and worries, if you listen well enough. On top of this, Lissa was more honest than most. She hid nothing, and each sound that left her mouth was utterly unfiltered and unaltered. Her moans were nothing short of a perfect replication of what she felt, both emotionally and physically.
After what he felt was sufficient preparation, he slid his middle finger all the way inside the young princess. For a fleeting moment, the pressure caused her to clench her teeth, but Robin made sure he was gentle with her. Slowly, but with purpose, he began a back-and-forth motion with his finger to prepare the girl for the motions with which she would soon be well acquainted.
“What do you want, Lissa, darling?” Robin very much enjoyed finally being able to call her that. He’d never done so before, but somehow, the nickname fit her better than any other.
“Robin… I… I want…”
“Say it, Your Highness.” Lissa jumped at his sudden formality - it startled her, though in the best way possible.
“I want you ins-”
Everything froze.
What happened next reminded Robin of a compilation book he’d glanced over at the castle library back at Ylisstol, titled “Top Ten Words Uttered Moments Before Disaster”.
The sound Robin heard was so surprising that he almost didn’t register it.
But turning his head, there was no ignoring what he saw before him.
The door to the tactician’s cabin was wide open…
And standing alone on the other side…
Was Maribelle.
Despite barging into his cabin without knocking, her surprise seemed equal to, if not greater than, his own.
“My… my lord…?” Looking into the cabin, all the girl saw was her beloved Robin completely undressed from the waist up, with her best friend before him on his bed, completely nude. The both of them stared at Maribelle incredulously, unable to process what had just happened.
Robin, of course, was in a state of internal panic. It wasn’t abnormal for Maribelle to drop by for an evening “visit”, but he’d never expected her to just barge in, especially at this hour. What was she to think?! They hardly had an official relationship, but either way, Robin knew that by this point, Maribelle had fancied them to have some sort of relationship past “friends”. And now she stood before him, bearing witness to the sight of her chief tactician bedding a girl who’s practically her sister.
Lissa was, naturally, humiliated - her heightened emotional state had allowed her to be somewhat comfortable with a complete lack of clothes around Robin, but for another woman to see her like this… her best friend, no less… it was quite more than she could bear. Though she remained lying completely still, almost as though she were unable to move.
“Robin… my lord…” The words barely left Maribelle’s mouth as her thoughts raced.
How… how could he do this to me? I thought… I thought we were…
Robin… why…?
Why?
That question was the only thing on Maribelle’s mind. One simple question: Why?
Why would he forsake me?
Why was I not enough for him?
Why…
It was at this point that Maribelle’s emotions caught up with her thoughts.
Why… doesn’t it hurt?
Maribelle had just walked in upon her best friend having relations with a man she had a sexual relationship with, and yet… the pain was lacking. Her thoughts were of dismay, of betrayal… and yet her emotions did not follow. She did not feel the pain, the heartbreak, the anger she had expected. Why?
She already knew why.
The feelings she felt for Robin… the strong attraction she’d felt ever since that fateful day… It was not that she’d fallen in love with him. With love comes possessiveness, a trait she clearly didn’t have. No. It wasn’t that she’d fallen in love with him… it was that she’d been overtaken with lust for him.
For a moment, her apathy towards his infidelity silenced her. Though it only took a few moments for the weight of her realization to sink in.
She felt no pain. Not even the slightest bit. After all… what good is a lady who doesn’t know how to share?
“My lord… why…?” Maribelle uttered at last.
Robin and Lissa’s shock had already been significant, but it only increased when Maribelle’s dismayed expression morphed into one of gleeful anticipation.
“Why should I be excluded from the fun?”
Robin and Lissa, still in position, simply watched in shock as Maribelle shut and locked the door behind her, unbuttoning the section of her shirt keeping her heavy breasts constrained. “I’m afraid my darling Lissa is quite inexperienced in these matters… allow me to lend you a hand, my lord.”

…

“Mmmmh….”
Now completely nude, Maribelle stood behind Robin, one hand scratching his chest in a circular motion, the other providing his lower half with some well-needed relief. She held him close, her large breasts pressed tightly against his back. Back and forth, she stroked him, all the while using his tip to tease the entrance to Lissa’s completely unused pussy. Lissa simply lied on her back, her head thrown backwards as her moans helplessly escaped her mouth as the teasing from Robin’s fully exposed cock slowly drove her mad.
“My goodness, my lord… it looks as though it grows each time I see it.” Maribelle, still holding Robin tightly, had only planned to stroke him for as long as it took to prepare him for the long night ahead, though despite him being now fully erect, she struggled to take her hand off his cock. “I do think you’ll quite enjoy it, Lissa, dear.”
Robin, who’d had his head thrown back and eyes closed as he enjoyed the bodies of both girls, lowered his head and opened his eyes to see the girl before him. “Lissa… it’s your first time, isn’t it?”
The girl nodded her head.
“It may hurt for a bit the first time… but I promise you, after a short time, you’ll start to enjoy it.” Robin forced a smirk as he said it, though he couldn’t hide his concern. He cared deeply for Lissa, and hated the idea of causing her pain.
“Robin…” The princess hesitated. “What… what am I supposed to do? I don’t even know what I have to… what I should…”
“Shhhh…” Maribelle quietly hushed her as she put a finger to the princess’s lips. “If you’re worried… I’ll show you.” Pushing Robin aside, Maribelle sat on the bed to straddle Lissa, setting herself down directly on top of her, their breasts now touching. “Simply do as I do… trust me, darling, our tactician will take care of you.” Maribelle looked backwards to the tactician, still standing at the bedside, and raised her ass as she did so. “Well then, my lord… I think it’s time to show our darling Lissa how it’s done.”
The sight before Robin was one to behold - two of the most beautiful women in the Shepherds were straight in front of him, with both their pussies in position to be pounded. He had to admit… he was quite looking forward to the night’s activities, and with his cock already rock-hard, he could wait no longer to begin.
Aligning his tip with Maribelle’s entrance, Robin pushed forward, sinking his length deep into the pussy with which he’d become so acquainted. He began his thrusts slowly, timing them rhythmically with Maribelle’s moans. Overwhelmed by the pleasure, he threw his head back - he knew he would not last long if he fully took in the sight before him, of Maribelle’s fat ass bouncing back and forth on his cock, her back arched as she leaned down to kiss the petite young girl pressed beneath her, the princess of Ylisse.
Lissa, on the other hand, was shocked at how much she was enjoying this. As Maribelle kissed her passionately, she could feel every thought, every emotion running through the girl as the noblewoman was pounded by the man they both desired so strongly. She could taste how much Maribelle craved his dick, and Lissa wanted to feel the same addiction. And at this rate, she would not have to wait long.
Robin finally looked down to take in the sight of the noble Maribelle in a state of complete ecstasy as she was mercilessly railed. Her blonde curls bouncing in rhythm with what he could see of her heavy breasts, pressed against Lissa beneath her… her pale white skin stretching from her beautiful, polished face all the way down to her shapely, perfect ass. As it bounced back and forth on his length, he began to think it looked almost too white… and he was determined to fix it immediately.
Bringing his hand down, Robin smacked her ass hard - not enough to cause pain, but enough to let her feel it, and to leave his red handprint ingrained on her rear. “You like that, don’t you, Mari? Your noble chief tactician, abusing you like a common brigand?” Speaking in such a vulgar tone to his lover was hardly the tactician’s preference - in truth, prior to his discovery of the Emblem, he’d actually been rather submissive in the bedroom, preferring to be the dominated rather than the dominator. Regardless, there was appeal to being in charge - and this appeal included strategically hitting all the right points to provide his lover with maximum enjoyment, saying and doing whatever was necessary to bring his woman closer to her climax.
“Y-Yes, Sir Robin… Treat me like a… tavern wench…” Maribelle yelped as Robin smacked her ass again. “Like… like a common whore.”
Robin picked up his pace at Maribelle’s words as they both rapidly approached their climax - signaled by Maribelle desperately clawing at the sheets, her body quivering, Robin reached a boiling point, unable to restrain his orgasm any longer. In one motion, Robin groaned, slamming his hips into Maribelle’s as he came, shooting his load deep into the noblewoman’s womb.
After a few brief moments of panting, Maribelle slumped into Lissa’s arms, exhausted from the pounding she’d just received - but, of course, Robin was not finished. The tactician certainly had stamina enough for more than one round, but with another beautiful young woman before him, squeezed tightly between Maribelle’s curvy body and Robin’s mattress, there was no way he could call it quits quite yet. Removing his erection from Maribelle’s cunt, he aligned it with Lissa’s, the young girl still facing the ceiling as she awaited the pounding, holding her friend in her arms.
“Was that instruction enough, milady?” Robin asked, teasing Lissa’s entrance as he said it. “All you have to do is lie back… relax… and allow me to take care of you.” Robin leaned forward, peering over Maribelle’s shoulder to look Lissa in the eyes. “Would that be pleasurable?”
Lissa could bear it no longer. “Oh, for the Gods’ sakes, Robin! Stop with this teasing and fuck me already!”
Robin’s face was overcome with a confident smirk as he obliged his lady’s wishes - gently, he pushed his erection into Lissa’s dripping, waiting cunt, slowly pushing deeper to ensure his new woman’s comfort.
Lissa clenched her teeth yet again, this time accompanied by a small cry - it was her first time, after all, and Robin was certainly nothing short of well-endowed. Though the pain was bearable, Lissa supposed, any pain would be bearable, were it accompanied by the loving, reassuring gaze of her tactician, with whom she’d trusted everything for the past several years. After a few moments of Robin staying still, the pain subsided, and she nodded for him to continue. Hitting her deepest points and retracting, slowly, again and again, the pressure within her eventually turned to pleasure, her understanding of what made sex so addictive increasing with each passing second.
“Oh, Gods, Robin…” her moans became more and more frequent, and as the words left her mouth, Robin realized how much she was enjoying this. It was about time to test the waters and see what Lissa enjoyed.
Robin leaned down to whisper in her ear: “Is this alright, Your Highness?”
“Ah…!” Robin could swear he was seeing things, but for a fleeting moment, it almost looked like Lissa’s eyes glinted in excitement. That was all the evidence he needed. Lissa and Maribelle always had been quite similar - that’s why they made such fine best friends, after all, but in being similar, they were also opposites. For example… they are similar in that, in the bedroom, they quite enjoy being treated the exact opposite of how they desire to be treated in public. Though in Maribelle’s case, she desires respect as a noble in the streets, and brutish roughness in the streets… while Lissa loathes being treated as a princess in public, she enjoys nothing more than feeling like royalty in the arms of a lover.
That being said, Robin may have been enjoying himself most of all. For years he’d had no choice but to sate his own desires himself in the privacy of his quarters, as in his eyes, his comrades saw him as their head strategist, not a potential lover. Though now, in the span of less than a week, two women lie before him, both thinking of nothing but the pleasure their lord has shown them.
The fact that Lissa had been a virgin pulled him back to reality - her tightness was almost too much for him to bear, pulling him closer and closer to his climax with each stroke. Pistoning his cock in and out of the princess’ royal cunt, the pleasure he felt was like almost nothing he’d ever felt before - Maribelle felt amazing, but there was truly nothing like the pure, unused pussy of the princess of Ylisse, to be used by him, and him alone. By this point he’d sped up to nearly the same pace at which he’d pounded Maribelle, as Lissa had seemed to adapt well enough to where all winces of discomfort had been replaced by moans of ecstasy… moans that had suddenly become far more intense than they had been a mere moment before.
Looking downwards, Robin witnessed the source of the added pleasure - Maribelle seemed to have recovered from her previous pounding, and began to assist Robin in bringing the princess to a swift climax. She, naturally, was far more competent than Robin in finding the most pleasurable spots to touch a woman, rubbing gently between her legs in a circular motion. Leaning down, Robin began to whisper in Lissa’s ear yet again: “Finish, Your Highness. Please, allow me the honor of feeling you finish…” Robin pulled back. “While I sheath myself deep inside you.” Right as the words left his mouth, he sank his entire length deep into the princess’ tight snatch, pushing her over the edge. Her vision went blurry as she came, unable to hold herself back any longer from finishing with his cock so deep inside her. The way she squeezed and contracted on him as she finished sent Robin into the same state of ecstasy, as before he even realized it, he finished, pumping load after load deep inside the former virgin girl. He held the girls tightly as he did so, allowing himself to relax as he felt the princess milk the final drops of his seed. Pushing himself up, he collapsed onto his bed, both girls following him as they both took comfort in each of his arms, providing him the warmth and softness of the touch of a woman on both sides as they all drifted closer and closer to unconsciousness.
Though as Robin’s mind slowly began to rest, a few final thoughts formed in his mind.
Look at their faces… their beautiful, peaceful faces… such a sight cannot possibly be sinful.
I understand now… I see why the Gods bestowed me with such a gift…
There are no victims here. Nobody is being cheated, or betrayed…
It is simply indulgence. Indulgence we all deserve after three hard-fought wars.
I can feel you watching me now… Gods Above, you have my greatest gratitude for the power you have given me.
His mind began to fade, and only one final thought remained:
Thank you…
The three of them fell soundly asleep, the only sound to be heard being the ambience of the nighttime Feroxi wildlife and the crackling of the fire.
Though Robin was wrong about one thing…
The watchful eyes he felt upon him from afar were not those of the Gods.
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A/N: Thanks for reading! Remember to comment which characters you want to see! I do have a plot skeleton that I'm following, so a character being desired may not mean they will come next, but if a few people want a certain character, I'll make sure they have a chapter somewhere down the line. Though I'm sure a few observant readers already know who the next chapter is about...
I did a bit of experimentation in this chapter, so let me know what worked and what didn't. This is not a PWP fic, but I certainly don't want to go overboard with plot. Cheers!
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