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Partnership	By : The_Ant_King Category: +A through F > Fire Emblem (all) > Fire Emblem (all) Views: 17189 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Even Tharja knew that she had made a serious mistake.
With her routine nightly visits, it was only natural for her to get comfortable in his tent. To sit by the bedroll as she watched him, instead of standing. To close her eyes, just for a moment, to imagine what it would be like to sleep along side him. Actually falling asleep had not been part of the plan. Neither had waking up to find him standing over her.
"Get. Up."
Two words, falling into the heavy silence with a cold, furious finality. Tharja didn't reply, keeping her eyes on the roof of the tent. She would wake up anytime now. Sit up in her own tent drenched in sweat, thankful that the nightmare was over. A heavy, opressive tension settled in. How angry was he? She couldn't look at him to find out. To do so would be to acknowledge that this was happening, that this was real. That he had found her and she would have to answer for her behaviour. What would her punishment be? Being kicked out was the best she could hope for. But how could she stand that after having found him? How could she endure seperation after finally finding something she was drawn to. Tharja wanted to scream, to shout her frustration into his stupid, scowling, perfect face. Instead she shut her eyes as hard as she could.
And so she was taken off gaurd when he simply siezed her. One hand on her arm, the other twisted in her hair, both pulling with an overhwelming, callous, strength.
How. Dare. He?
She might have been reduced to following him like a lost puppy, but she was still one of the most powerful dark mages alive. Summoning enough power to strip the flesh from any mans bones, she opened her mouth to snarl a curse and her eyes met his. Only a whimper came out of her mouth as the power she had gathered was released. The dark, all consuming power smouldering in his eyes terrifying her into silence as it was focused completely upon her.
Tharja was silent as he dragged her from the tent, from the tattered remnants of her pride.
The walk was as long as it was humiliating. Releasing her hair, he dragged her along by her arm, fingers squeezing hard enough to bruise. Every eye in camp turned to follow them as she stumbled and scrambled to keep up, her heels awkward without the proper footing. By the time he stopped in a small forest far from camp, she had lost both heels and her face was streaked with tears, her normal ivory complexion stained a deep red from exhuastion, fear and pain.
Instead of releasing her, he threw her tumbling onto the forest floor. Gasping, she looked up at him in shock from her knees. This was far beyond the anger she had expected. Face contorted with anger, mouth opening and closing as he tried to find words. But there behind the anger, beyond the outrage, fear. He was scared. Of her?
Tharja's face regained some of it's usual arrogance. And well he should.
"Tharja, what is wrong with you. Following me about is one thing, but this.....this"
There really was no defending her actions. The more he thought about it, the more they talked about it, the worse her position would be. Which left her with only one option. Go on the offensive.
"This is your fault!" She hissed.
He blinked down at her, utterly nonplussed.
"Mine? What? In what way could your stalking possibly be my fault?
"Stalking?" Tharja sneered. 'Stalking? You call it stalking, but not once have you told me to stop! To leave you alone for good. You could get rid of me in a hundred ways, Tactician, but you haven't!"
"That's absurd, I have told you to leave me be more then once."
"No, you haven't" She said quietly, almost sadly. "You scowl and ask why I follow you, you complain about me being around, you glare and you rage and you shout, but you don't tell me to go!" She glared up at him as her tone changed, any sadness in it chased away by anger of her own. "You do everything you can to make me think you want me gone, to fool everyone into thinking that, even yourself, but you don't, do you? You want this! You want it as much as I do!"
He stared down at her, mouth opening and closing like an idiot.
"I....I shouldn't have to explicitly state it, Tharja! To most people, all of that would be enough, not an invitation to hound my steps and sneak into my tent!"
"How do you know that I am always watching?" She asked, smiling. "Because your eyes are on me almost as much. Not directly, no, but you are so very good at finding things a few feet away from me to look at. At finding things to watch my reflection in. But there aren't enough mirrors in the world to hide that you want me as badly as I want you."
"Wanting you where I can see what you are up to is entirely reasonable, and has nothing to do with desire, Tharja."
Her smile deepened into a smug leer. "And yet you won't say that you don't. You dodge, you misdirect, you give me other explanations, but you still won't say. Look me in the eye and tell me you that don't want me. That you don't need me. That you don't moan my name in your sleep. Look me in the eye at all. Drag your eyes off my body for five seconds, if you can."
Tharja was almost panting now, deep heavy breaths making her ample breasts rise and fall. Standing over her as he was gave him an excellent view. One which, he realised, he had not been even trying to resist. Snapping his eyes back to her face, he opened his mouth to say it, to deny her every word. But her beautiful, dark eyes held him, somehow exerting a silent pressure. He couldn't. Not even to spare her feelings, to make this situation an infinte degree simpler, he couldn't lie about his feelings for her. She smiled.
Maintinging eye contact, not letting him budge an inch, she reached forward and wrapped her hand around his hard cock. 'You can scowl and shout all you want, but when dragging me to an isolated, private place and throwing me down to make me kneel before you gets this result, the only one you are trying to fool is yourself."
She released him as he groaned and fell back to sit on the ground with his head in his hands. "Of course I want you Tharja! But nothing can come of it. I can't encourage you, lead you on, when I can't be with you."
"Why not?"
He stared at her in shock. "I don't want to hurt you, Tharja"
It was like someone had taken all the air out of her lungs. But somehow she also felt as if she were floating. Was there a spell to turn the air in a persons lungs into a lighter, less breathable gas? She would have to research that later. Tharja forced her face into an irritated scowl and asked 'No, not why can't you encourage me. Why can't you be with me?"
"Oh, sorry". He stared at the foliage for a moment, blushing before forging on. "You know that I am an amnesiac, right? Everyone does. But few people stop and think about what that means. An entire life I can't remember, Tharja! I don't even know who I am." His haunted eyes didn't hesitate to meet hers now. "Who was I? A wandering trader? A mercenary? A manwhore?"
"Who you were doesn't matter. It's who you are that im interested in" Tharja managed to croak.
"And if the two can't be seperated? He said sadly "What if I have a wife and children? Or if I can't have children? Or what if I have some disease.....I can't give myself to someone else without knowing who in the hells I am. I do wan't you but.....I can't hurt you. That would poison anything we had, ruin any chance. Could you be with me if, a year into the relationship something happened to break your heart? If we found out that I, the old me, was in love with someone else? If that love wasn't gone completely? Could you forgive me or would you reach for the curses?"
"I....there....aren't you getting a little serious here?" Tharja coughed. "I didn't exactly propose marriage. Still I.......I see your point. But im....I will not just give up! Not after hearing for sure that you want me."
"I can't promise you that I will figure out who I am in the next two weeks. But I can promise that I won't start anything new with anyone else. The past may be a problem....but the present won't be. And, if you are willing to wait.....maybe the future as well? Im sorry that that's the best I can offer, Tharja, I truly am but.....is it enough?"
Tharja sighed to hide her smile. "I suppose it will have to be"
He made no attempt to hide his own smile. "Enough to get me some privacy, for now?"
Tharja didn't need to feign disgust this time. I was really hoping he would forget about what started this. Evidently, she would not be so lucky. Still, he had opened up to her. More then he had to anyone else in camp, she didn't doubt. And his refusal to be with her was driven by a need to do things properly. She apreciated his being invested, even as she raged at his caution. "Fine. But I will still watch you in public for now. Just in case."
"I can accept that" he said smiling. "Now, let's find your shoes."
"They're just shoes" Tharja replied.
He scratched his head sheepishly before saying "Well, yes, but they make your ass look great"
Tharja couldn't keep the smile off her face this time. "My ass always looks great. Still, I suppose we should found them...."

At first it was simple habit. So many nights spent sneaking into his tent had made it simply a part of her routine. It wasn't until she stood naked over his sleeping form, one hand twisting a nipple hard enough to bring tears to her eyes and the other deep in her pussy, that she remembered her promise. Self loathing, an entirely new emotion to Tharja, rose to the surface. She had already broken her agreement to leave him alone at night. Why did that make it better?
She should stop. She had to stop. Failing to live up to her part of the agreement might keep him from sticking to his. But she was so close. And, surely, the damage was already done? Her not having an orgasm wouldn't make her transgression any less. Tharja breathed a sigh of relief at having found enough justification to finish up, this one time. A sigh that proved to be too loud.
His eyes snapped open, a purple glow deep within cutting through the darkness that was supposed to hide Tharja. All of the justifications and pleas for forgiveness that rushed to her mind vanished in an instant as he sat up and siezed her, pulling the masturbating mage into his bed.
In an instant he was on top of her, a dark shape overpowering her without mercy or hesitation as his eyes gleamed with warped power. Teeth sank into her neck, hard, and not even Tharja could tell whether the sound she made was a moan of delight or a gasp of protest. He didn't seem to care, and a moment later he was thrusting into the thankfully well lubricated mage.
Gasping, the dark mage attempted to push him off her, her arms straining against the far stronger tactician. Of course, the legs she had wrapped around him didn't make it any easier. Untangling them, she pulled her legs back far enough to set them against his chest before kicking out. He grunted in pain, but her arms caressing his back kept her from being able to dislodge him.
Pulling back for a moment, he scowled down at her. The temporary lack of physical contact gave Tharja enough clarity say one word. Looking up into his eyes, she whispered "No". Those eyes gleamed back, the darkness she had been so enamoured with earlier, the all consuming need to dominate washing over her. Even before he siezed her arms with his and pinned them down, she knew he wouldn't stop.
He leaned forward, silencing any more irrelevant protests by crushing his lips against hers. Tharja considered struggling, but she knew it was pointless. Even if her body could agree to do so, she wouldn't be able to get free. As his cock slid back into her, she moaned into his mouth, delighting in every inch.
He took her ruthlessly, hips pumping harder and harder, cock driven further and further into the helpless mages wet cunt. Ending the forceful kiss, he leaned back to look down upon her only for her to mewl submissively, leaning forward to lick his neck. His entire body went rigid, the hard muscles of his chest crushing her breasts painfully. To the deranged tactician, her pleasure was unexpected and unsought, but not entirely irrelevant.
The harder he fucked her the more completely she submitted, cunt squeezing, tongue licking, pushing her breasts into him in a desperate attempt to pleasure him with every fiber of her being, Tharja came, shrieking with pleasure. Her complete submission tipped him over the edge, cock throbbing as he filled her with hot cum.
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