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A Change Of Tactics	By : JLDavenport Category: +A through F > Fire Emblem (all) > Fire Emblem (all) Views: 90773 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 5
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Bonus – A Plan Forms
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Authors Note: A smaller chapter this time, much more in line with the length I’m trying to aim for. Bonus chapters (like this one) are my plan to move the plot and setting along, or show some fun scenes without having to make the chapter character specific.
This should be the only one for a while, but I’m planning to use them more as more women get involved and some more unique opportunities present between multiples of them present.
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It’s only when they understand fully just how their actions have hurt those they love, that humans are open to the greatest change.
It was in that moment that Robin finally saw the path he walked down and what it meant, it was then that he knew that nothing would hold him back. Not anymore.
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Sleeping with Tharja – Robin had noticed – was different.
Before his relationship with Lucina, he had always had romantic notions of how a married couple slept. He’d thought often about how wonderful it must be, that he could go to sleep each night with his arms wrapped around the person he loved.
After consummating their relationship, he’d fast discovered the realities of body heat and hair- specifically, her hair in his mouth. Realities that meant, while it was still wonderful to drift off aside his fiancé, it was better to have a little distance when they actually did sleep.
Tharja on the other hand, seemed naturally inclined to disagree with this, even unconsciously. He’d gone to sleep with her clinging to him, and he’d woken up with her clinging to him no less diligently.
Which meant he was hot. And, since it was currently in the midst of a warm Ylissean summer, he was very hot.
He also currently had some of her long black hair in his mouth.
Surprisingly, this left him in a very good mood.
‘I’m finally myself again.’
Because he even noticed such things. Because, finally, he was able to simply lie there, simply enjoy the warmth of a woman he cared for and feel no pulsating desire to take her. To simply relish in the presence of another, with no other needs, it was such a minor pleasure, it seemed ridiculous to even consider.
But after losing that pleasure, to have regained it felt in that moment, like the most wonderful thing in the world. After so long spent fighting it, even simply feeling the absence of his burning desire was a novelty in itself, an appreciation he knew meant his world-view would never be the same again.
The previous night had held many revelations, none of which he’d had the time to process.
It was a rare thing for a tactician like him not to have a plan, but right now, Robin was adrift- unsure about what to feel about his actions, what he’d done, both to Lucina and to Tharja…and perhaps more worryingly, what he planned to do from now on.
Could he simply continue on? Would he just…just pretend everything was fine while he snuck off to see Tharja behind his fiancé’s back?
More worrying than that idea was Tharja’s ominous certainty. ‘I doubt it will be enough.’ He couldn’t soon forget those words. No tactician in their right mind would ignore such a warning.
“Tch.” He chuckled ruefully, lying in another woman’s bed with her draped across him was hardly the place for these thoughts. But, it was still early in the day and he was wide awake now. If he was to get his head wrapped around any of this, better to start now.
And so, after taking great care to disentangle himself from his dark lover, Robin set about searching her residence for his discarded clothing – mentally thanking himself for at least having the presence of mind not to ruin his own clothes when he saw her ruined panties and torn bodysuit…
“Hey, Tharja…” He whispered, kneeling at the side of the bed and softly stroking her head.
“Mpmhmmma.” Tharja was most certainly not a morning person.
“Hey I…” There wasn’t much point in thanking someone who couldn’t hear you. “I’ll be back later, okay?” He finished instead, leaning over to plant a soft kiss on her lips, holding her hand softly for a moment when it reached up to cup his face, before turning and heading to the Shepherd’s garrison-to his office.
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The barracks was only a short distance from the palace, not enough time to fully wrap his head around the enormity of what he’d learned the previous night, but it was at least enough to examine what he’d learned in the cool light of day.
He wasn’t fully human. He held a fragment of Grima’s power, or some focus of it at least. One way or another, this was who he was, this was who he always had been.
There was no denying it, no running from it, he’d seen proof enough of that. The urges wouldn’t stop until they were fully sated, whatever that would take.
He’d broken his promise to himself and cheated on Lucina. Worse. This time he had no illusions of it being a one off mistake, he fully intended to continue his liaison with Tharja.
That thought gave him pause, but only for a moment. Again, there was no point denying it. It was true. To secure victory a tactician had to take risks and make sacrifices. To protect the woman he loved, he’d sacrificed his fidelity to her.
There was no return from that moment, in every path he saw ahead of him, none lead towards him staying true to her. Not anymore.
And yet, despite such disquieting thoughts, ideas that should worry him and guilt that should be eating at him… Robin was in a great mood!
Perhaps it was because he’d already made peace with his actions? Perhaps it was simply from holding to the justification that Tharja had given him- that there could be no fighting instinct? Perhaps it was those instincts themselves, the warm contented thrumming he could feel within his soul, as if a great hunger had been sated…or perhaps it was simply the relief of knowing? The comfort that he was no longer grasping in the dark, he knew what affected him and what was required to alleviate it.
Whatever the reason, by the time Robin pushed open the door to the Shepherd’s barracks, he was walking with a clear skip in his step.
“Oh?”
Raising an eyebrow as he leaped up the dusty stone steps to the second floor, he was brought to halt upon seeing his office door already ajar and the sounds of shuffling papers and pencils coming from within.
Odd. It was strange enough for any of the other Shepherds to be up this early (Frederick excepted, of course).
But it was odder still for anyone to be so bold as to simply let themselves into his room.
Frowning, he stepped inside with a question burning on his lips…and instead found himself staring at the culprit in dull surprise. “Eh? Morgan?” He shook his head in disbelief, if there was anyone in the Shepherds he would never expect to awake and working this early…well, it’d probably be Tiki, but after her, Tharja, Vaike, Nowi and Cynthia would be Morgan!
“What’re you doing up so early?” Taking into account his daughter’s frazzled hair and dreary expression, the early morning certainly didn’t seem to be treating her very well.
“O-Oh!” She turned to him, blinking rapidly in surprise, “Father! I, I didn’t expect you so soon!”
Leaning forwards as she took sight of him, the dazed expression on her face quickly brightened to a joyous smile, “Woah! F-Father! You look great today!”
He resisted the urge to roll his eyes. “First you come into work early, and now you’re trying to butter me up?” He teased, she couldn’t possibly seem more suspicious if she tried. “Alright, I’ll bite. What’re you after?”
“Ah, no, I just…” Looking abashed her voice trailed off as her eyes fell the floor.
“Morgan?” That wasn’t the reaction he’d expected.
Chewing on her lip a moment, the girl thought over her words. “Y-You just, you look happy again today…it’s, it’s nice.”
“I-” Robin blinked, in confusion. “I guess I am, yeah, I’m feeling good this morning.”
“I was worried…” She added quietly, shooting him a shaky smile as her fingers twisted around each other. “You just seemed really, really stressed lately. Like you were on edge!”
He reeled back, but now that she’d spoken her words came faster and faster. “I-It was scary! Like something was eating at you, and, and you always looked so tired! I tried asking mother about it, but even she di-AH!”
Racing forward, Robin quickly interrupted his daughter’s sudden rant, pulling her against his chest. “Gods… I’m sorry darling. I didn’t, I didn’t realise I seemed so bad.” Morgan nuzzled softly into his chest and things quickly fell into place. “That’s why you’re here isn’t it? You were worried about me…worried I was overworked.”
That was why she was here, awake and miserable, at the crack of dawn? Trying to help relieve his workload? Was this the first time she’d done this? Now that he thought about it, he could think of a few times where he’d come into his office and found reports he didn’t remember completing already stacked up and finished.
She didn’t answer, not that there was any need for her to.
‘Just like her mother.’ Rubbing his hands slowly across her back, Robin pressed his lips softly against the crown of her head. “You really are too good to me Morgan. Thank you.”
“Then…a-are you better now?” Morgan asked hesitantly, her fingers toying with the lapels of his cloak.
“Yeah. Yeah, I am.” He answered, promising himself in that moment that those words would not be a lie. “I’m…there was just some complications with my, my return. Your mother’s been helping me with it, but I think I’ve got it all under control now.”
“G-Good!” Morgan sniffed heavily burying her face further into his chest. “I’m so glad!” Chuckling ruefully, he pulled his cloak around her, blanketing her in as much parental love as he could manage.
He could hardly blame her if she was a little sensitive to this. Being the only thing she remembered from her time, he could scarcely even imagine what losing him must have done to her. He’d left her for almost half a year, and then even when he’d returned…seeing the toll he’d taken, fighting his instincts, she must have been terrified she would lose him again.
“It’s okay, I’m better now, it’s okay. The assurances came easier now as they stood together, letting her work out the last of her anxiety.
“Oh, hey, actually,” He added a few minutes later, spotting sight of a small red folder he’d put on top of his shelf, “Now that I think about it, I did have something I wanted you to look into.”
“O-Oh?”
“Mhmm,” He hummed, reaching over and putting it on the desk. “It’s nothing too exciting, I just need you to compile a report about our weapon suppliers.”
“You mean Anna?”
“Her and a few of her key competitors, yes. The details are all inside, you can start later on today if you’d like.”
“Later on? Why?”
“Well, for starters, because none of them will be open for at least another few hours…” He deadpanned. “But more importantly, because I need your help with a high priority mission.”
That certainly got her attention, pushing off him with a beaming smile, Morgan’s eyes were bright with anticipation. “An important mission!? What!?”
“Something very delicate and very time sensitive.”
“Oooh! You need me to spy on the nobles?”
“More important.”
“Hmmm! Then to gather a mercenary force, to act as a reserve?”
“Nope, far more important.”
“Ah!” Her eyes were wide with possibility. “You want me to re-gather the Gemstones and summon Naga!?”
“Much more important than that.” He laughed, offering her a hand and pulling her to her feet, leading her out the door with him. “You’re gonna help me make your mother breakfast in bed.”
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“You know, I can’t help but feel a little taken advantage of.” Morgan pouted a half hour later as they made their way up from the kitchens.
“I told you I was more than willing to help with the actual…cooking part.” Robin shrugged. He hadn’t failed to notice that his daughter had relegated him only to chopping up and preparing the food, nor that she’d directed him to do so about as far from any of the stovetops as possible.
He also didn’t fail to notice Morgan’s resulting snort at his suggestion. He wasn’t that bad! Probably.
“No, not that. That’s probably for the best.” She teased, shrugging her shoulder instead to where he was carrying basket of their completed dishes. “I mean, your drag me all the way here, get me to help you out and then you only pack two sets of cutlery?”
“Oh, you noticed that did you?” He laughed, happily ignoring the implied question. “Perhaps you’re more perceptive than I give you credit for.”
“Hmm.” She hummed through thin lips, apparently deciding not to press the issue. “Hey, Dad…”
“Yeah?”
“You’re thinking about her this early, you even want to make her breakfast in bed… When are you gonna- you know, when are you gonna marry Mum?”
“Morgan…”
“She loves you!” Morgan insisted, “She’s just, she’s just not good at showing it but she really does!”
Sighing, Robin reached out, wrapping an arm around her shoulder and pulling her closer to him. “I’ve no doubt about your mother’s feelings for me.”
He should have expected this conversation really, especially when he was doing something like this for Lucina. Morgan was usually so good about it too, she tried not to cause a fuss, even though there was no doubt about her feelings on the matter.
Despite her brand and despite the Falchion she wore at her side, all her memories were of him. There was nothing she could cling to that tied her to Lucina, nothing that held her at her mother’s side. He could hardly blame her for yearning to have their whole family tied together.
“I just…it’d be nice to be a proper family, don’t you think?” Morgan added to his silence, kicking the stone floor and not meeting his eyes.
Robin winced, this was a discussion they’re tiptoed around a number of times, but this was the first time she’d asked the question so forthrightly. Walking silently beside her, he considered his next words very carefully. He couldn’t just lie to her, not to his own daughter. But equally, he couldn’t tell her about Lucina’s reluctance to marry him, she wouldn’t accept that. Not after everything that had happened.
“Morgan.” He sighed finally. “I’m going to tell you something. I’m only going to say it once, and I don’t want to hear it repeated, okay?”
“O-Oh, ah, of course!”
“Your mother, Lucina...she-” Gods, Lucina would be mortified if she heard him discussing her personal issues behind her back like this, even to their daughter. “She finds it very hard to let herself be happy.”
“Huh?”
“She was held up as the saviour of her world Morgan, that’s a burden you or I can never even imagine.” He explained softly, keeping his voice low and level. “But it’s a task she accepted and one she did everything to live up to. That’s how her life was, for a very long time.
“For years, for most of her life, anytime she spent on herself, or with her friends, she saw as time she could have spent doing more. Even if there wasn’t anything she could have done, she-she couldn’t justify deserving to be happy, or even wanting to be happy, not when so many people were suffering.”
“I, I uh…” No doubt Morgan had an inkling of this, it was something everyone knew on one level or another. But to say it out loud was to face exactly what that meant, to understand how intimately Lucina had tied happiness to guilt. He gave her a few moments to absorb it, to understand the weight of the obligation her mother had carried.
“She struggles with this even now, she’s not comfortable doing anything just for her own sake. And, you know how she feels out of place in this time. There’s a lot she finds difficult, or that she’s still getting used to.” He added, trying to explain while saying as little as possible, for Lucina’s own sake. “So, the people that care for her –You, me, your grandparents– we’re all going to let her take this at whatever pace suits her. We’re not going to push her, and we’re not going to guilt her into anything that may make her uncomfortable, even if it’s to try make her happy. Alright?”
He didn’t bother being subtle about his implications. He didn’t mind if Morgan bothered him about marrying her, but he didn’t want Lucina being pressured into anything she wasn’t ready for.
“O-Okay, yeah, of course!” Morgan nodded frantically, no doubt fully catching his meanings.
“Good girl.” He grinned, ruffling her blue hair to lighten the mood. “Anyway, it’s not so bad is it? Nah and Severa’s parents aren’t together either and they get along fine.”
Honestly, that’d been true for about half the camp. Few of the Shepherds had been officially married by the time their children had joined up. In most cases the arrival of their progeny had simply acted as a catalyst for the feelings already well established and the couple was announced soon after…unfortunately in the case of those two, both had arrived to parents that held no relationship of any kind. Even from a distance he’d been able to see the very painful awkwardness that had caused, with no-one quite sure what they were meant to say or do.
For all that he wished Lucina would let herself become his wife, he was thankful at least, that they’d avoided that fate.
“Yeah, yeah you’re right.” Morgan sighed, accepting his explanation as they rounded the halls towards the royal suites. “Oh, hey! Huh, how do we even know she’s going to be in bed though? Mum gets up pretty early!” It wouldn’t exactly be breakfast in bed if they found she’d already left for the training fields.
“Aha, so you finally noticed! That’s twice today, maybe you are starting to catch on.”
“Daaaad!”
“For this Morgan, we’re making a tactical deduction. Did you not see how exhausted she was last night?” He was bluffing, Lucina had been fine until he’d dragged her back to her room, but it was as good an excuse as any. “So from that we deduce that anyone would take a slower morning, even your mother.”
“Huuh…” Morgan hummed, clearly unsure about that. Thankfully any intentions to argue were interrupted as the door to Lucina’s room came into sight.
“Heeey! Mum!” She cried out, dashing ahead, with a laugh. “It’s u-Urk!”
Grabbing hold of her cloak and yanking her backwards, Robin just barely managed to prevent his daughter from bursting unannounced into the room. In the state he’d been in last night, he was fairly sure he hadn’t bothered to lock the door after himself.
“Morgan. Don’t you think we should knock?”
“She won’t car-Yurk! H-Hey, stop doing that!”
He sighed. It was hard to tell if she had inherited some of her mother’s ignorance of social etiquette or if she simply didn’t care, “Morgan. We’re not going to just barge into a woman’s room without knocking. Imagine if she was in her nightwear still. She’d be horrified.” Actually, if he had to guess, he imagined she was probably still completely naked.
“Come on, would you want any of the boys seeing you in your nightwear?” He added as she frowned.
“W-Well, that’s different…”
Rolling his eyes and releasing her, he gestured meaningfully towards the door once more.
“Heeey, Mum! Are you awake?” Morgan yelled out, thankfully while knocking on the door this time.
“M-Morgan? Is that you?” Lucina answered, a loud yawn following a moment after. Robin met his daughters impressed gaze with two taps on the side of his nose. “Yes, yes, I’m awake. What’s wrong?”
“We brought food! Open up!”
“A-Huh? Oh, er- Just a moment!”
“See.” Robin added unnecessarily, as they heard Lucina bustling in a clear panic around her room.
“Okay, okay. Fine.” The rolled eyes he got in response was about what he’d been expecting.
“Right. Now-” He passed the basket of food over to her, making sure she had a firm grip on it. “You tell your mother I said “Hi” okay?”
“Wh-Wha, huh, Dad?”
“Morgan, come now. Do you really think your mother would be alright being alone in her room with a man?” Even she couldn’t possibly ignore such clear social implications there.
“Well, I-But, but…it’s you.”
Laughing, Robin simply reached out and ruffled her hair again, “I’ll see you both later.”
And before she could respond, he was gone, ducking out of sight down the hall.
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“This is very sweet of you Morgan.” Lucina repeated as Morgan settled herself into the bed beside her. “Really though, I’m not sure what I did to deserve all this.”
“Well, it was Father’s idea!” Morgan grinned, happily accepting the thanks regardless. “So you’ll have to ask him.”
“I shall indeed, oh, what’s this here?” She blinked, as she carefully pulled the top off the large bowl Morgan was balancing precariously between her knees. “Soup?”
“Aye! ‘Tis miso soup!” Morgan answered, in what Lucina could only guess was an impression of the Chon’sin princess- the most likely culprit for having taught this dish. “Now this was my idea! Father was gonna’ just make you bacon and eggs, but I said you ate that stuff any day! Fish, miso soup and look, I even managed to find some leftover tofu!”
“I-Well, I, honestly now.” Even with all the time she’d had in the past, taking food selection so much for granted was still an alien concept. “Anything would have been more than fine. Ah! That is to say, I would have been-I am thankful. Thank you Morgan.”
“Mmahgmmugh!” Having already ladled her bowl full of food and shovelling fish into her mouth as her hands could move, there wasn’t a lot that could be made from the girl’s response. Chuckling, Lucina just began serving herself.
“Hea-Ughg!” Swallowing heavily, Morgan tried again. “Oh, hey, Mum, you sleep with your windows open? You’ll get a cold!”
“A-Ah, no. Not to worry.” Lucina glanced bashfully towards the open window her daughter was indicating, “I only opened them just before you came in…I thought, er, that perhaps the air in here was a little stale.”
That and she’d been terrified the room had still reeked of sex. Having passed out drenched in her lover’s seed, she didn’t trust her own nose for that. Turning back to her plate, she made a special effort not to let her eyes stray to the dresser where she’d hidden her ring- as strange as it felt to remove it.
“Oh, ah, right.” Having already lost interest in the discussion, Morgan had already returned to shovelling food ungraciously into her mouth.
Considering she’d most assuredly raised the girl herself in what must have been a peaceful future, Lucina was almost impressed by how terrible her table manners were.
‘I should probably wash these sheets anyway.’ She sighed, watching as another grain of rice dropped onto the mattress. ‘Robin will likely want to see me tonight…’ Given how aggressive he’d been last night, he probably hadn’t had enou-
Quickly shaking that thought from her head as her face heated up, Lucina hurriedly reached for another topic of conversation. “So, Cynthia’s told me she’s very impressed with some of your latest work?”
“Oooh!” Morgan paused almost long enough to empty her mouth. “Yeah! She made me Junior Vice President of the Justice Cabal!”
“I-Is that so? You got a promotion?” She wasn’t quite sure why a four member group had a junior vice president, but that sounded like a good thing regardless.
And so, leaning against each other, each with bright smiles, the rest of the meal was slowly (less so in Morgan’s case) finished off as they exchanged small talk and simply enjoyed their time together as mother and daughter.
“O-Oh, hey!” Morgan piped up some time later, looking up from where she was lying in bed –recovering from her appetite- as Lucina stacked the plates away on a side table. “I almost forgot!”
“Hmm?”
“Father, he asked me to pass a message to you!”
“Oh?”
“Uh huh.” She nodded, schooling her features to look serious, “He said, er- he said he loves you!”
Chuckling, Lucina rolled her eyes. “No he didn’t.” She knew Robin better than that. This entire meal was his way of telling her he loved her. If he wanted to say more than that he’d say it directly, as he had many times before.
“Wha!?”
“As your mother, I can tell when you’re lying you know.” She added to the girl’s stunned face, settling herself back in beside her daughter with a comfortable sigh. “Would you like to know how?”
“Y-yeah! Of course!” Morgan was, aside from anything else, a tactician. She’d never turn down strategic knowledge.
“Because…” Leaning in close, Lucina stretched the word out. “Your lips are moving.”
“Urrrgh!” She groaned, collapsing to the bed with an affronted look. “That joke’s so soooo old!”
“I was serious though!” Morgan rallied a moment later, pushing herself back up by her elbows. “Okay, he didn’t say it exactly, sure, but still!”
“Really now?”
“Yeah! He said to say “Hi” to you.” Morgan nodded rapidly, “But you know Dad, everything’s got multiple meanings. He says “Hi”, but he means “Hiiiii”, *smooch* *smooch* *smooch*”
“Oh my.” Lucina laughed, feigning shock. “Is that what he meant? Sir Robin has certainly become very bold!”
“He’s serious about you!”
“I see.” Closing her eyes and crossing her arms, Lucina nodded, as if deep in thought. “Very well then.”
“Huh?”
“Very well.” She repeated, leaning in close and presenting her cheek. “I accept his message.”
“Muuuuuuuum!”
Affronted by the sheer unfairness of life – that even her mother had taken to teasing her— Morgan pouted furiously for a moment before gently delivering the required kisses.
Grinning happily, Lucina pulled her daughter in against her, “Thank you dear.”
Leaning into the embrace with a smile of her own, Morgan knew her mother enough to know the weight of those simple words.
“He really does love you though.” She murmured a few moments later, snuggling against Lucina’s shoulder. “Just-just in case you were worried. I know he does.”
“Morgan. Come now.”
“It’s only…” Her words came slowly now, a weight attached to them Lucina was unsure about. “He’s really smart, and kind, and handsome and…and he’s been back a while now, when he first returned I thought that you two wou…just… aren’t you worried? Th-That he might find someone else?”
Despite her daughter’s clear fear, an anxiety Lucina suspected had been building for a long time now, she could only laugh. “Are you sure you haven’t mistaken your father for Inigo?”
“H-Huh?”
“No Morgan. No, I don’t worry about that at all.” She assured her daughter without a doubt in her mind, her eyes flicking briefly over to where his ring sat inside her dresser. She’d never even once seriously considered him seeing another woman. “That’s not like Robin at all. He isn’t the type to play around with women, don’t you think?”
“H-Hah!” Thankfully that brought a smile back on the girl’s face and Morgan was quickly laughing along with her. “Yeah! Hey, yeah, of course. You’re right, father’s really loyal! He wouldn’t do that.”
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Meanwhile
“You know Tharja, I really- I can’t thank you enough.” Robin smiled warmly up at the dark mage. “I can think clearly and I feel, just, incredible! Better than I ever have!” With the fog gone from his mind, he had a much stronger inkling of the power he now held.
“J-Just, just don’t…don’t stop!” She begged, squirming from where he had her sitting naked atop her work desk, the books and spells having been hurriedly pushed aside when Robin had buried his face between her legs. “P-Please!” She added a moment later, her hands running desperately through his hair, trying to push his mouth back down to her aching pussy.
“I’m serious.” He laughed in in response, using his fingers to gently spread her lips apart, teasing against her entrance as she bucked suddenly under him.
“It’s amazing.” He drawled, letting her pull him closer again, unveiling her clitoris with one hand while his other pushed two digits gently inside her. “I feel normal again.”
“And…” His lips hovered a millimetre above her clit, his fingers paused just barely past her entrance.
“R-Ro…Robin…”
“I have you to thank.” He finished, pressing his lips hard against her, sucking furiously on her clit and simultaneously grinding his fingers inside, pressing as hard as he could against the roof of her tunnel.
“GYGHAAAAAA!” Tharja screamed, her legs wrapping vice-like around his head and her hips shuddering as she came.
Humming lightly against her, Robin didn’t pause, contenting himself instead with slowing to match her pace as he felt her ride out her orgasm, her hands tugging anxiously on his hair each time his fingers teased around her most sensitive spots, or tongue flicked back and forth.
“G-Gods, yes! Ke-keep going! R-Robin!” Tharja panted, arching her back and feeling herself quickly easing into a second peak.
Raising his temp faster in response to her moans, Robin pushed harder inside her, crossing his fingers and grinding them faster into her pussy.
“Gah-haaaa, haaaa!” She panted, pushing herself hard against him, letting go of his hair and leaning backwards onto the desk. “Haaaa-YAAAH!” Shuddering as she came a second time, Tharja’s arms gave out, dropping completely onto the table as her body shivered in pleasure.
“H-haaa.” Robin gave a self-satisfied laugh, watching his lover recover from her blissful high as he loosened his belt, pulling his hard cock free from his trousers and positioning it at her soaked entrance. “Ready?”
“W-Wait, wait.” She panted weakly, looking up and surprising him by holding a hand up instead.
“Oh?” He blinked, surprisingly taken off guard at the idea of Tharja turning him down for sex. “Are you tir-”
“I want to-I want to try something.” She interrupted, sucking in deep breaths and slowly regaining her composure as she wriggled off her desk, pressing against him and leading him back to her bed.
“Oh?” He repeated, unable to resist a curious grin as she guided him to sit down on the edge of the mattress, sliding hot, needy kisses along his neck and down his chest while her hands tugged his pants down to his ankles.
Kissing harder and faster as her own excitement built, Tharja moved down his body, her tongue trailing along his stomach and down his thighs, until her lips were finally pressed warm against his cock. Massaging his balls carefully in her fingers, she slowed her pace, turning her head to the side and pressing tender loving kisses all the way up his length until she finally reached the head.
Then, just as Robin was biting his lip in anticipation, she pulled back. “S-Stay still.” She whispered, settling herself comfortably between his legs and looking up with a hungry grin on her face, her eyes burning with anticipation.
Cupping her mountainous breasts in her hands and leaning forwards she brought them slowly over his rigid cock, holding her hands to the side and squeezing them gently around him as she sank down along his length.
“T-Tharja!” He gasped, watching transfixed as his cock twitched hot against her chest, shuddering at the feeling of her soft skin holding him tightly in place. This was something right out of his most lurid fantasies, something he’d thought of countless times, of what it would feel like to be buried in Tharja’s incredible breasts- her bust rivalled only by Tiki and Noire for the largest in the Shepherds.
“Naga…” He gasped as she leaned down, pressing a loving kiss gently onto his cock head, sliding herself up and down an inch and getting used to the feeling of him between her mounds.
“Lucina… Lucina can’t do this for you.” She grinned excitedly up at him, leaning back slightly and beginning to pump herself fully up and down his length, picking up pace as she went. “I can. I can do this whenever you want.” She assured him, flushing red but never letting her eyes leave his, even when her lips returned to his cock, taking him into her mouth each time she slid down.
“Tha-Tharja… Come now.” Robin swallowed heavily, placing his hands lightly on her head and fighting for composure as she began to move faster. “It’s not, ahh, it’s not a competition between you two. Luci-Haa-Lucina’s not a rival.”
Not in the mood to argue, Tharja didn’t answer, instead opting to open her mouth and roll her tongue out as far as it could go, making sure she had his attention as she let a large trail of drool drip down between her breasts, loosening her grip enough to smear it fully around his cock, joining the saliva already present from her wet kisses.
“G-Gah!” He gasped in response as she squeezed tight around him once more, her saliva lubricating him to slide smoothly up and down through her bust.
“T-Tharja… I- Th-Gods.” Robin panted, stroking his fingers through her silken black hair and fighting back the temptation to pull her down his shaft as he shuddered at the twin sensations – her hot mouth gently teasing him and her breasts –velvety smooth around his length- sliding slick up and down his entire cock.
Despite having her lips wrapped tight around his glans, she grinned widely at his reaction, increasing her pace in response.
“I-I, Ah… It’s good, k-keep going!” He groaned, thrusting slightly up against her, feeling his peak rapidly encroaching. “I’m, I’m getting close!”
“Cum, my love!” She answered, closing her eyes and leaning back, her mouth wide open in anticipation. “Cum for me!”
“I-GHYHAAAAA!” Robin cried, shivering and panting as his cock twitched furiously between her firm grasp, his balls tightening for a single almost painful moment before his release finally exploded out.
“H-Haaa…” He panted, watching as his load sprayed hot across Tharja’s face. Shivering as his cum jetted into her waiting mouth, as it splattered across the bridge of her nose, over her lips and chin. Shuddering as she pulled back away, his cock falling loose and spasming one final time, coating her creamy white breasts with his seed.
“So…this is how you taste.” Tharja whispered awestruck as she carefully wiped a hand across her face and drawing his cum down to her tongue. “…I like it…”
She didn’t appear to be in any particular hurry, so Robin let himself collapse breathless back onto the bed, grinning as he watched her scoop more and more of his cum into her mouth, leaning backwards and rubbing the last of it into her breasts with a pleased grin.
“Mmm.” Tharja hummed happily, sliding onto the bed beside him and wriggling eagerly into his open embrace, letting him hold her loosely from behind. “That was wonderful.”
“Yeah.” He agreed, pressing light kisses into her shoulder as he wrapped an arm around her.
After all his experiences with Lucina, Robin could see easily how tired Tharja was, even as she tried to mask it from him. It was still very early in the morning, and taking into account their activities the previous night, that wasn’t a surprise. Especially for a mage rather than a frontline fighter, she couldn’t be expected to have the same level of stamina.
So, with no need driving his body beyond simple attraction and excitement, he made no move to continue, simply pulling her closer and running his hands idly over her stomach, letting his thoughts drift lazily off.
“You know.” He sighed some time later. “Just thinking about all this, everything that’s happened to me, it’s a lot to wrap my head around, it’s a shock…but still, I can’t help but think about how lucky I am.”
“Heh...heh…” She giggled, her hands fingers dancing gently over his in response. “You didn’t have to wait this long. You could have come to me anytime.”
“Ah, well, yeah! That too of course.” He laughed. He was in an intimate relationship with two of the most beautiful women he’d ever met, both of whom loved him. There was no denying how lucky that was. “But I was thinking, I mean…I’ve been back a while now. About four months I think?”
“Four months, three days, twelve hours.” She corrected automatically.
“Er-Yes, right. And, well, with everything that’s affected me until now, considering how bad it got.” He tried not to think about how bad it could have been. “I was just thinking, well…after all we did, it’s amazing that Lucina’s not pregnant.”
They were both in their early twenties, they were in the peak of health and had been having sex almost constantly since his return. Very lucky indeed! ‘Well…er-assuming she’s not.’ He corrected to himself. As a man, and a tactician, he didn’t really know much at all about female reproduction aside from the mechanical basics. But, surely a woman could tell if she was pregnant or not? ‘And, she’d certainly tell me.’ He couldn’t imagine her hiding something like that.
“Hmph.”
“E-Eh?”
Robin and Tharja had been friends for years, whether willing or unwilling she’d been in his company for almost as long as he could remember. He knew Tharja.
He also knew that was more than just a snort of disinterest.
“Tharja?”
“…She’s not going to get pregnant.” She answered sullenly, her tone clear she didn’t wish to discuss this any further as she curled up against him, decidedly not meeting his eyes when he pushed himself up onto his forearms.
“Tharja…”
Sighing heavily, she finally turned around, to face him. “In Plegia. You made it very clear, you didn’t want anyone to find out about your relationship.”
Frowning he nodded, while he could vividly remember that moment –the first order he’d given her, he struggled to remember his exact words at the time.
“So I’ve kept a contraceptive hex on her ever since.”
“Huh?” Robin sat back, contemplating that news.
Doing so without their, or at least Lucina’s consent, was certainly presumptuous…invasive almost beyond belief. But, then…he hesitated in his reaction, if she’d done so- even stepping beyond the context of his words, then it must have been at least partially to help them.
Or, more likely, to help him.
He sighed. “Well… huh, thanks I guess. I suppose that does make thing easier.” Out of line or not, it was good to have someone else worried about something he should have been managing. After all, with her upbringing, Lucina’s sexual knowledge was spotty at best, she likely had no idea about contraception, and he’d hardly been in the state to think about it these past few months.
“Good.” She beamed back, leaning her head into his chest and settling happily against him once more.
Still...He wouldn’t mind a little blue haired Morgan wandering around, he’d love it in fact, and he knew Morgan would be thrilled. A quick dose of reality pushed that thought back, as much as he wanted his daughter, having her out of wedlock was definitely not the best idea- not if he wanted to stay on Chrom’s good side at least.
It was only a few minutes later that Robin realised the unsaid implication in Tharja’s plan.
“Er- Tharja…”
“Yes?”
“You hexed Lucina to prevent her falling pregnant, right? But…er- but not me?” So saying, his eyes traced down her body, to between her legs where he’d came so eagerly the previous night.
Not looking up, she didn’t answer.
“Tharja?”
“I don’t mind…even if we’re not married. I would be proud to carry your child.”
Running his hands over his face, Robin stifled a groan. That wasn’t quite the point he’d been making.
“It would be the perfect cover.” She assured him, pulling back from his chest and finally meeting his eyes. “No-one would suspect you were in a relationship with Lucina if I was pregnant!”
“Tharja…”
“If that’s not to your tastes, then you need not even tell her, or anyone.” She whispered a hasty compromise. “It would be…just between us…”
‘She’s surprisingly attached to this.’ He’d never really pegged Tharja as the maternal type. He supposed it was probably the idea that it would be his child.
“Even if I did want to do that, there’s no way we could hide it.” He sighed. “You having a child that looked like me? No-one could miss that.”
Frowning, she shot him an incredulous look he didn’t bother trying to decipher.
“Looks, this, everything that’s happening. It’s all moving far too fast. I don’t know what’s going to happen, or how we’re going to make any of this work.” He spoke softly, pulling her gently against him as he chose the words he knew she wanted to hear. “But, I do know, I’d never want to not acknowledge our child. If we do have children, I want to raise them proudly beside you.”
“R-Robin.” Predictably, she melted instantly, any defiance or disagreement fading from her eyes and replaced with a deep blush and delirious grin.
“Now. There’s still a little time before I need to go.” He grinned, leaning down to drag his lips gently along her neck. “Why don’t you teach me the male version of that hex, something I can cast on myself…and then we can test it out?”
“I-” Her breath caught as his fingers reached down, cupping her ass. “Of course!”
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Walking stiffly towards the palace dining room several hours later, Tharja was in a very good mood.
Robin had returned to his work some time ago or her mood would have been even better. Still, she conceded with a small wince, that was probably for the best… She had always struggled to restrain herself around the man, if he’d been there when she’d woken up again no doubt she would have struggled to leave his embrace.
As much as she wanted it, she knew she couldn’t take much more from him right now, even despite how gentle he’d been that last time…
‘Heh…hehe…’
That thought at least was a very pleasant one, just thinking of his soft caresses bringing back a familiar warmth. Growing up, Tharja had always expected to marry a rough man, a strong and powerful man that suited her temperament. She’d never expected to fall for a kind, good man, nor for him to hold her so tenderly.
Another ache to her pelvic muscles dashed brought her back to reality.
As much as it galled her to admit it, for all that her body remained in the peak of physical condition, Lucina as a frontline fighter held a level of toughness she simply couldn’t compare to.
Even despite her jealousy, part of her had actually rather enjoyed watching Robin all but throw the petite princess around his bedroom these past few months. But, having been on the receiving end of his desperate need for even one night…Tharja was under no illusions about her ability to withstand the same sexual drive. Not yet at least. Last night had only been her second sexual encounter, she would get stronger, she would become everything he desired!
Never the less, even without Robin, and even with the dull pain in her lower half, her good mood remained. Because, this was a moment Tharja had been looking forward to for a long, long time.
She’d made love to Robin for half the night, and again this morning.
She was utterly soaked in his seed. Even now, hours later, she could feel it dry along her thighs and halfway down her legs. She could still remember the taste on her tongue.
She was even wearing the same clothes she’d changed into before he’d returned- he’d opted to not to destroy them this time, a fact that conflicted her slightly.
Normally it took a lot for Tharja to leave her seclusion for any sort of unnecessary public gathering. And, despite her abrasive nature, she was a lot less self-confident than her appearance suggested, she’d usually never be caught dead looking such a mess.
Today though, with her hair dishevelled, her clothing rumbled and with little more than a few spritzes of perfume to hide just how thoroughly Robin had marked her, Tharja walked eagerly to the dining room.
Because, she knew, the only thing that felt as good as victory, was rubbing it into the face of the defeated.
“Oh, Tharja?” Lucina looked up in surprise as the dark mage seated herself across from her, clearly not having expected company. “Good afternoon.”
Snorting a response, she ignored her, leaning back in the seat with a vicious smile instead.
This moment. Sitting here now, brazenly flaunting her night’s activities in front of the other woman, showing her proof of her fiancé’s infidelity- even if Lucina didn’t realise it. This was her victory.
“Is-er, is everything alright?” The princess queried carefully, taken aback as much by Tharja’s presence as her appearance. “You- that is…you look exhausted.”
“I didn’t get much sleep.” Tharja drawled in response, leaning forward onto her hands and staring a challenge directly into the girl’s eyes, “Robin came to see me…we spent the whole night vigorously making love.”
“He was insatiable.” She added with a smirk, curling the worlds softly around her tongue.
“Hmph.” Lucina scowled, leaning back and rolling her eyes in clear disbelief. “This is the second time you’ve made that joke. Yet, Robin was with Morgan first thing this morning, looking as refreshed as ever apparently.”
Tharja matched the girl’s frown with a glare of her own. “If you don’t like what you hear, don’t ask.”
Shaking her head in frustration, Lucina didn’t bother responding.
Tharja leaned back once more, crossing her arms and bathing in the cruel irony, oh what a moment! To tell the complete truth, to hold it right to the face of the woman she hated and watch it be dismissed!
“Tch.”
Strange…
Very strange.
Somehow, she felt unfulfilled.
This was the second time she’d taunted Lucina like this, the second time she’d flaunted herself like this to the upstart princess while still able to feel the touch of the man Lucina loved.
…Yet, for some reason, the rush she’d expected wasn’t there this time.
In Plegia it had been just a simple cruelty, a petty revenge.
Robin hadn’t been there when she’d awoken. Even knowing he likely wouldn’t be, it had hurt. The knowledge that he would probably never touch her like that again had been almost too painful to bear. Lashing out, even in her own small way, had been a welcome act of spite towards the woman who’d taken everything from her.
Now…she belatedly realised, it wasn’t the same.
Robin had returned to her this time and she had no doubt he would continue to do so.
But also, there would be other women. Just as Robin had left Lucina’s bed for hers, so to would he leave her bed for others.
And yet, now that she was here, sitting across from the princess, it dawned on Tharja that she didn’t mind. Even before, her obsession with him had been borderline worship, but now…Robin was more than human, so much more. She’d seen the depths of his need and she knew she could never hope to sate it by herself.
Suddenly, Tharja realised why she’d felt so amazing when she’d woken up, why her good mood had been so vibrant, unlike anything she’d felt before.
She finally had everything she’d ever wanted. She had the man she loved.
‘I don’t hate her?’
The anger, the vindictiveness within her, just wasn’t there. She also couldn’t miss that Lucina’s response had been about Morgan, even after her taunt, the princess had made no mention of Robin being in her bed, she’d made no attempt to lash out in return.
‘Lucina’s not your competition.’
She was reminded of his earlier words and now, was unable to deny them. They were two women in exactly the same boat, they both loved the same man and neither of them could hold him by themselves.
They were both, finally, happy.
“Sorry.” She grunted, not sure what she was apologising for, or even what she meant as she grabbed some fruit from the table and swiftly departed.
“Ah-I, huh?” Lucina gaped openly at the dark mage’s retreating form. Yet another shock piled upon a morning of unlikely events. Tharja had just apologised, to her!?
‘Why? For…that joke?’ She boggled, struggling to understand what had just happened. It was about the only thing she could think it could be, for all she knew that Tharja hated her, the dark mage had never actually done more than offer cruel insults or snide comments, certainly nothing she’d ever expected an apology about.
‘Well…that’s nice of her then.’ She decided, trying to push it from her mind, laughing awkwardly at the absurdity of it all, perhaps things between them were thawing after all?
Still…what she’d said…
‘Her and Robin…’
Lucina bit her lip, thoughts and images searing across her mind before she could try and stop them. Thoughts of Robin entering Tharja’s room… Of her accepting his embrace… Of Tharja sliding against him, her clothes falling to the ground under Robin’s touch… Of their bodies twined in his bed, his lips on hers and her pale skin shud-
“G-Gah! No!” She groaned, forcing the thoughts from her head. She knew this was why Tharja had made that joke in the first place, messing with her like this was exactly the response she wanted!
She didn’t doubt for a second the words were but a simple taunt. Comparing how exhausted Tharja had looked with how happy Morgan had reported Robin’s state this morning left no doubt, her fiancé had returned to his room after she ha- after she’d pas…
“Urgh.” That thought was almost as bad, she hated even thinking about it. She didn’t mind being weak around Robin, letting him see all sides of her, but it was shameful, to collapse like that around the man she loved.
‘Gods.’
Try as she might, still those thoughts burned at her, the thought of Robin with another… It was painful, so awful, her heart wrenched at the very idea of it, leaving her face flushed deep red and an unnatural heat burning from within.
She knew it was a lie, just a stupid callous line to hurt her…so why did it affect her so much?
Pushing her food aside and laying her head on the table, Lucina heaved a sigh.
This was all too far outside her experience, she didn’t know how to deal with any of this! She barely knew a thing about relationships to begin with. Complexities like this were why the idea of being a wife was so daunting!
‘…I want to see him.’ She moaned silently. Robin always made everything she didn’t understand make sense. That thought at least cheered her up a little, he was so kind to her, never holding it against her how unaccustomed she was to this world.
Even though she’d asked for it, it was difficult, hiding their love. The desire to march to his office and just be with him right now was almost unbearable. Sighing, she picked her head off the table and returned to her meal, at the very least she could maintain her dignity.
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Caught up in duties and training, it wasn’t until that night that Lucina finally got to see him again.
“Ah, haah. Lucina…” Robin panted, burying his face into her shoulder and grinding his hips against hers. Pushing his cock smoothly inside her, again and again, he gasped, feeling her pussy coiled tight around him- sucking him back each time he withdrew, clenching him tight whenever he pushed in. “Ah, I-I love you.”
“Mhnn, I lo-love you too.” She answered, her legs wrapped tight around his and her fingers threading through his hair. “Love you.”
“I-Naga, it’s good.” His groaned, his breath coming faster each time she thrust her waist up against his, and faster again each time she squeezed her pussy firmly around his length. “I’m, I’m getting close.”
“G-Good.” She cried, throwing her head to the side in a silent gasp as she felt his entire length buried inside her, his glans scraping along the roof of her tunnel before pressing against her deepest walls. “C-Cum with me, my love, ah-ahhn!”
“Cum, my love, cum with me!” She repeated breathlessly, her arms around his neck, clenching him tight against her, able to feel every shudder than ran through his body.
“I-Gods, I’m! Gya-!” Cutting off his own words, Robin pulled her down, pressing his lips against hers and meeting in a gentle kiss. Groaning weakly into her mouth he sheathed his cock fully inside her one final time, holding it still against her far walls for a single moment, letting her feel each tiny twitch and shake as the pressure built-until it was finally more than he could take, his warm seed exploding out and filling her instantly.
“Uhmmm, ghhaa.” Lucina panted, kissing him desperately as her body shook in response. His orgasm driving her gently over her own peak as his cum soaked every inch of her pussy and dripped wet down her thighs.
“Ghahaa.” Collapsing weakly into the arms cradling her head, Lucina surrendered her mouth to his, exchanging soft kisses as their pleasure slowly faded.
“Hah… Lucina.” He grinned, sighing her name as he lifted his head and panted for air. “Ah, tha-that was great.”
“Y-Yeah…” She beamed, her words coming as a gasp and her vision turning hazy as a sudden rush of post-orgasmic emotions surged through her. “I- haa, uahaah.”
“L-Lucina?”
“I-hah..uahhah…”
“What’s wrong?” He whispered, his hands gently brushing over her face. “You’re crying?”
“A-Am I?” She asked weakly, the words coming out choked as she let go of his neck, feeling a little foolish as she hastily wiped her eyes dry. “I-I don’t know, I’m just… I’m really happy.”
“Y-You’re okay?” He knew well just how rare it was to see Lucina cry, even in private with him she still held tight to such dignities.
“I’m okay. I-It all just hit me at once.” She assured him, pressing her cheek against his warm hand and struggling to regain her compose against the tide of emotions swirling through her. “It was just…y-you were so, you were so gentle. A-And, I just felt so loved.”
Shaking his head, Robin supressed a wince, her words bringing equal parts pain and happiness. With the fire inside him having gone cool, without the driving need, he’d taken his time with her tonight. Softly bringing her to climax with foreplay before making love with all the affection he felt for her.
After months of practically ravishing her, he’d finally been able to be tender with the woman he loved.
“Lucina… I-”
“Shhh.” She interrupted, leaning up to silence whatever apology he could manage with a quick kiss. “I-I’ve told you before, I don’t mind when you’re rough with me…it makes me feel needed, wanted, like-like I’m yours. That I always will be. No matter what.
“B-But...” She sniffed, snuggling her face back into his chest with a happy smile. “It’s nice like this too sometimes. Like you’re taking care of me, I-I feel really, really warm, a-and, and loved and…and I missed it. Thank you.”
How long had it been?
Too long.
“Lucina…I.” She didn’t want his apologies, he knew she’d say he had nothing to apologise for. “I do need you. And I do want you. More than, more than you can know.”
What he’d do to make her happy… He’d already done so much. ‘I doubt it will be enough.’ Tharja’s words echoed ominously in the back of his mind, reminding him, even as he held the woman he loved, of what he’d already done.
“Wait.” He interrupted in turn, before she could fully settle against him once more, guilt and a need to explain pulling his words from him without any set plan or intention.
“I-There’s been this, this pressure inside me, ever since I came back. This compulsion, I-I couldn’t ignore, e-even when I tried, even when I fought it…” He sighed, “I know you’ve noticed it.”
“I-I have worried for you.” She admitted quietly. “I knew not what the cause was, but I could see the toll it was taking on you. I know you haven’t been sleeping well…but, I could find now clue as to why, nor- nor any idea for a cure. I’m sorry love, I said nothing in hopes not to worry you.”
He couldn’t help but laugh, even as his heart shuddered, she truly was more than he deserved.
“I finally… It’s finally gone.” He answered finally. “Last night…after we finished… It was, I can’t even describe it, it was like an itch that I was finally able to scratch.”
“After last night?” She looked up, searching her memories for any indication of a change. “I, I’m sorry, I don’t remember much after-”
After he’d held her down, fingering her pussy and driving his cock hard into her ass, after she’d came hard, her screams falling silent as she fainted. He could remember the night vividly, it was only one day ago yet it stood in stark reflection to tonight.
“It was like this pressure inside me, it was finally released…and, hah, I slept well! I slept like I haven’t in months.” He continued. “L-Lucina, I know, it’s been hard on you. I know I’ve been rough with you.”
“Ro-Robin! No, no! Not at all.”
He refused to accept her denial.
He’d seen the pain in her eyes when she couldn’t sate him, he’d felt the desperation she’d held, trying with everything she could to get him off, he’d seen her pushing past her limits, ignoring any pain and exhausting herself completely- all for him.
“I can never thank you enough. I’ll never forget what you did for me, how you looked after me. I promise you, it means everything, it means the world to me. A-And I think it’s, it’s finally enough. I’m finally better now.”
“I-I’m glad then.” She sniffed heavily, choking on her words in response to seeing the strength of his emotions. “But, it wasn’t anything. I didn’t hate it, n-nor even mind it. I would do it thrice over, a thousand times over...anything you need- I’m yours.”
He’d already run out of things to say, so Robin simply pulled her softly against him once more, laying his lips gently against her forehead, and holding her securely in his arms.
“Thank you.”
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She was asleep quickly, warm and secure in his arms, she’d whispered a few more gentle words of love before nuzzling happily into his embrace and drifting off.
Sleep didn’t come quite so easily for him.
‘I’m finally better now.’
It had felt so good to say. So good to finally be able to act like a fiancé to the woman he loved.
‘But for how long...’
As much as he would have loved to pretend everything was fine, to keep up the charade he was currently playing, Tharja’s warnings had left little room for denial. His oppressive instincts were calmed for now, but she clearly believed they would return if he didn’t act, if he didn’t sate them himself.
He was a tactician. As much as he wished to, he wouldn’t run from craven facts, nor turn crave. Robin had disciplined himself to accepting even the most difficult truths head on.
Morgan and Lucina, the two most precious women in his life. He’d held them both today as they’d cried, as he’d seen the pain in them he’d caused, the worry he’d created trying in vain to fight against himself.
He couldn’t do that anymore. He wouldn’t do that anymore.
‘Even the Shepherds.’ If that’s what it took, if that was the path that would keep his family safe, he would walk down it without a single doubt.
A tactician was always pro-active, even in defence. He would have a plan, the steps necessary to take assertive actions, any action required. If the Tharja’s words rang true, at the first sign of the instincts within him returning, he would already be prepared. He would act.
Holding tight to the woman he loved, he turned his head to the side, to the calendar across the room, still visible in the pale moonlight. Only one number caught his eye, a date he knew he’d never forget.
“Less than a week from now…”
It seemed ridiculous that the timing would be so perfect. Was this some intervention by Naga? Serendipity? Or just luck?
It didn’t matter. If the fire returned, he already knew who he would seek out to sate it. There was only ever one choice, a long awaited resolution. Acceptance was instantaneous, a plan followed barely a moment later.
‘Lissa...’
Somehow, lying there that night, Robin didn’t know which possibility he hoped for.
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AN: And there we go, now things are completely in motion. Robin’s started creating plans and is prepared to act, from here things will move faster, the next few chapters should all bring more and more women into the fun.
Sorry for anyone expecting a Lissa focussed chapter, that was the original intention, however as this got further along I realised it just wasn’t working. Aside from being too long, it lost focus. So cutting it like this lets me expand on everything here, show some key scenes that’ll be needed for character growth later, and move everything Lissa related to the next chapter.
I’ve already written out a good deal of it, so ideally I should be able to iterate very quickly.
Thanks as always to everyone who’s responded with any feedback. It means a lot anytime I get any and it’s especially useful in knowing which things you guys like, or want to see. So, please, drop me a line and tell me what you thought!
In response to feedback
-I’ll try keep chapters around this length, 15-30ish pages. Nothing too big, but enough to tell a story properly.
-Cordelia (and Severa) should be along soon. Cordelia especially will show up in the next few chapters, but her actual time to shine will be a little later on, Robin needs a bit more practice at manipulation before he’s ready to work a mother and daughter against each other…
-Mega: We got to have a little more fun with breasts here, I think it'll be even more fun when we've got some of the other big breasted women involved though. Especially multiple at the same time. Apologies about the delay, but work is what work is, sometimes it takes a little while to get more out. Interesting idea about Olivia, I might steal part of it... But then, I think you'll also like what I've got planned for her too heheh.
-Toggle: We finally start seeing a touch of social engineering this chapter, and it'll start off properly next time. 5 chapters in, about time!
-Lord Naruto: Thank you. I really like Tharja as a character, it was important to me that Robin turning to her was more than just turning to someone he knew would put out, but an emotional investment. Something that changes everything between both of them forever.
-Cedricus: Hah, yup she did, hopefully it was at least a little sweet even if Robin wasn't all that nice about it at first. That's a good point about the hymens, not sure how I'll deal with that, but for the hair I'll probably describe it one way or another. Generally just assume everyone has their mother's hair unless otherwise stated though, makes life easier.
The next chapter should be along hopefully soon! Look forward to it!
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