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Chapter Four: Skilled Hands
After she told him to head to his quarters, Robin made a straight beeline to his room and began to wait. Questions began to go through his mind the moment he stood up from the bench, hiding his erection as he carefully walked through the castle corridors. What was sex really like? Should he be preparing anything? Was he biting off more than he could chew? Would the fact that he was about to have sex with his stalker make it awkward? Would the size of his dick be too small for her tastes? Did size really matter? Was Tharja really going to remove that hex from him?
And was this supposed "G-spot" real or was Gaius just trying to trick him out of dessert that one night? He had a feeling that the thief was lying because he told him that the G stood for Gaius, which Robin was not buying at all.
But that was more than an hour ago.
Robin had eyed the candles on his desk as the wicks burned while he tried to mentally prepare himself, and by now he was more than antsy. Did she forget? Did she change her mind and suddenly not tell him? Was this all some sort of sick, twisted joke? A part of him still couldn't believe that this was happening, and perhaps that part was winning out.
Gods, Tharja could probably pick him up and plop him into her lap! How was that even remotely sexy?
But then… all that watching and… and touching, why? She couldn't have just been playing around with him, not like that… could it? And the whole idea about dominating someone, what would that entail for him?
Was she getting rope?
No.
No, no, no, no, no. Absolutely not.
Ignore the erection. He needed to get out of there now. Scrambling off of his bed, he quickly moved toward the door. With a quick movement he unlocked it and pulled it open.
He found himself staring at the slightly lower half of a pair of breasts, covered only by mesh, strips of dark fabric, and a tuft of his red handkerchief that stuck out from beneath it.
"Heh, eager, are we Robin?" she walked straight to him and he swore he could feel the body heat radiating from her chest. "I didn't even need to knock on the door."
"Th-Tharja?" his voice went dry as he looked up at her, trying to ignore how suddenly powerless he felt as he struggled to ignore how prominent her chest was from this angle. "W-What took so long?" he backed away from her a little.
Was she preparing another hex for him? Please don't let it be a hex. Or ropes.
"I was still eating dinner. The cream puffs were delicious. I just had to… lick it all up." That smirk came back onto her face, knowing full well that at the mention of the confectionery he was thinking about the red cloth tucked in away in her chest.
"But enough talk," she leaned forward so she was eye level with him and he could not stop himself from looking at her cleavage. "I think it's time for you to see what this is all about." With a quick tap from her foot, she shut the door behind him. A snap from her fingers and Robin felt his eyes widen as the deadbolt slid into place.
Oh gods, this was really going to happen. It couldn't be that bad, right? He didn't see any rope so far and it's not like she could hide things in what she wore. Maybe she was just trying to scare him with all that stuff about ropes and they would instead settle for normal and consensual acts of lovemaking. His heart quickened as she straightened up, that smile still upon her. In the dim candles it seemed long and harsh as a low chuckle came from her lips.
"Leave this to me," her voice was slow, "Turn around and just relax," she ordered.
"Look, Tharja, can't we just... you know, call it off?" he nervously said. She deftly moved towards him and cupped his crotch area, the base of her palm rubbing against his hardened length, making him hiss.
"And leave you like this?" she whispered into his ears. She slinked around his body and his heart pounded against his chest. He swore he felt it in the back of his throat. "Don't be silly."
"But since this is your first time, we'll take this slow." She gently traced her hands onto his shoulder, holding them in a light grasp. His back tensed and he tried to stay calm. "Real slow."
He tried not to freak out over the fact that her boobs were almost on his head. He became aware that he was breathing a little heavier than usual. Was it worry? Anxiety? Her fingers began to slowly trail down the sides of his coat, tracing his arms and her index fingers drawing circles along the cloth and from the heat on his face he could tell that he was blushing hard.
He felt like he wanted to close his eyes, but he tried to remain focused, doing his best to make sure that Tharja wasn't going to pull some kind of surprise on him. But her hands simply continued to trail over his tactician's coat, moving back up his shoulders before grasping the sides of his chest and firmly dragging down. He let out a quick yelp, fighting to keep from twitching from the sensation.
"Heh, just relax, Robin."
And yet he couldn't help but stiffen when he felt her fingers move around to his hips, giving him a momentary but firm squeeze before trailing back up the front of his body to his collar. Her fingers curled around the material and slowly pulled it off, tantalizing his skin in an unfamiliar but good way. Then her hands wound around the front of his chest, one of them stopping above his heart while the other went down into the hem of his pants, stroking his member through the cloth once more. His breathing picked up even faster, now, that toying feeling beginning to drive him insane.
Gods, she had toyed with him for the whole of last night and today, and yet here she was, still playing with him. As enjoyable as the feelings were, a frustrated groan came from his lips. He didn't mean to express unhappiness. It just came naturally, much to his-
"Ah!" he flinched and would have thrown himself from Tharja's grasp had she not been holding onto him. She chuckled at his reaction, her teeth continuing to nip at his left ear before dragging her tongue down his neck.
"S-Sorry," he floundered, feeling his cheeks burn. "I didn't… I was-"
Her ministrations had stopped. "Put your cloak back on."
"What?" Robin sounded more crestfallen than he knew he could, almost whimpering at the loss of contact.
Her hands left his body completely and he turned around, almost bewildered. "It's a simple order." To his annoyance, that smile came up again on her lips. "Put your cloak back on."
"Urgh… fine." Stooping over, Robin picked up the cloak and put it on, turning around so she was behind him again. This time Tharja's hands started at his waist, trailing up and down the sides before circling around his arms and up the shoulders. The rise in his breathing came again and his pants felt tighter than he recalled them to be. That nip returned to his left ear as her hands prowled around him, pulling his cloak off once she was satisfied.
As soon as it touched the ground, she began to feel his shirt beneath it, making sure to spend extra time over Robin's heart and abdomen. It made him twitch and grunt and when Tharja slipped a hand beneath it, touching his skin directly and he stiffened.
"Relax, Robin." She whispered again into his ear before pulling the shirt over his head and off his body. "Follow my lead." A finger went to his lips and trailed straight down the center of his body, leaving what could have been electricity in its waking touch. Without hesitation the hand dove into his waistband and began to touch his hard member again. The other went beneath the clothes as well, this one cupping and squeezing his hips.
He became aware that his hands on his sides were clenching and unclenching with the sensations, and it felt unnatural to him that he was unable to touch her on his own.
"Tharja, I'm just… standing here doing nothing. Should I be doing something?"
He immediately regretted his words when Tharja quickly withdrew her hands from his body.
"Put your shirt back on."
"Wait, why do I-" Robin didn't have to turn around to know she was smirking at him again, but he did anyway. And he was right.
"And now your cloak, too."
He gave the most frustrated groan he could have given off in his life. "AGAIN?" He ignored her command. Was she making fun of him? Teasing him for something beyond sexual purposes? "Why do I have to put my clothes back on?"
Her smile only grew wider. "Heh heh, you still haven't caught on, have you?"
"Caught on to what?"
"Put your clothes back on and I'll tell you."
Robin heaved another sigh before stooping over to pick up his shirt. "I don't like this so far, just so you know." Tossing it on, he grabbed his cloak and threw it over his shoulders, putting his arm through the sleeves. "If this is supposed to feel good, I don't think it's working out for me in the end." He turned around again, his back facing her. "There. Now tell me what you wanted to say, Tharja."
She chuckled and leaned over his ear, hands trailing even slower than the first time. She drew more circles as she went down his arms once more before slowly traveling down towards his waistband, but stopping just short to go back up the inside of his cloak. "It's a simple rule, Robin." As annoyed as he was, he could not deny how tantalizing the slow movements were.
Her fingers pulled the purple material off, exposing his shirt again. "Making noise is okay."
She purposely leaned forward, mashing the top of her breasts against his shoulders and he felt himself stiffen once more, her hands going under his shirt and pulling it off for him. The cold air stung his chest before Tharja's welcome ministrations covered him again, a hand pinching the skin above where his heart was pounding against his flesh.
"Talking isn't." A hand trailed back down below his waistband and into his smallclothes directly. He felt her circle around him, stroking him in the most painfully slow manner possible.
She bit his ear and he whimpered, head leaning back and eyes shut.
So that was her game.
She whispered into his ear, "Good boy." Her hands gathered at his waist again, her thumbs hooking the material and dragging it down little by little. Gravity did the rest of the work and his erect member sprung forth against the cold air, a quick gasp escaping him.
Tharja pulled her hands away and this time she gave another order, kicking away his clothes.
"Kneel."
Robin took a deep breath, shakily letting it out as he went on his knees. He felt Tharja moving down behind him as well and she began to lick and suckle his neck again. Her hand trailed straight down his chest while the other stroked his thighs, silently motioning to spread his legs apart.
When they were far enough, the hand on his thigh trailed up to loosely hold his cock, gently stroking again, fingers trailing over the tip. His breathing came quick once more and his head tilted down.
There was a quick rustle of cloth and he realized that the red handkerchief had been laid out in front of him. Her stroking became harder and a lost moan came from his lips, his heart pounding in the ear Tharja was biting.

She almost could not believe what was before her. The army's tactician was putty in her hands. His skin was flushed and hot, his mind driven by carnal desire, his kneeling form in front of her, all because she decided that it was time to reveal herself.
A part in the back of her mind knew she was taking advantage of his jealousy and anger, his loneliness and longing. It was wrong to touch someone so young like this. And yet she could not help but let her desires fuel her motions.
Maybe it was how his body attempted to relax, to try and rationalize to his mind that this was not unusual, and yet stiffening with each stroke. It could have been his hands, constantly flexing and unflexing, attempting to grab something soft that wasn't there. Perhaps it was the way he was trying to stay in control, delicately biting his lip in a pale effort to try and stem his voice.
She wanted to hear him cry in pleasure, to feel his member throb in her hands, to see him shattered and lost in orgasm.
But she had to be patient for just a little while longer. She wasn't about to let haste ruin the opportunity. There was one last thing she wanted to say, and then she would relent.
Pulling her body up against his, dragging her breasts up his back again, she leaned in to his ear.
"Beg for it," she whispered before sucking his ear again.
Robin never begged before. Tharja knew he wanted to ask, to speak and wonder what exactly she meant. It was a new feeling for him, to have to ask for something and know that it might not happen. Though he had the power to step away, to have her stop, she knew that it was the last thing on his mind. "Tell me how bad you want it."
He shivered in her grasp, still biting his lip softly.
"Tell me, and I can make you feel good."
His mouth shakily opened, "Th-Tharja, please-"
Yessssssssss.
Her grip on his cock tightened a little and she started to move just a bit faster. "Please what?"
"Please, fas-" a slow tug made him lose his place with a groan. "Faster."
"Why?" she asked back. "What do you want?"
"I want… Please, I want-" He bit his lip again, as if debating with the last of his strength on whether he should give in or not.
"Tell me what you want, and I'll let you have it." She could feel her lips smiling. He was so close, so close.
"I-I want to... to cum, p-please." He finally let out, his breath racking his lungs and chest. His hands lay to the sides, clenched in agony, and he leaned forward, the torture and embarrassment being too much to bear.
With her other hand, she pulled his body back into her as close as she could, placing it over his heart. "Cum for me," she whispered into his ear. Her fingers curled just a little tighter around his member and started to stroke him harder. His breathing became ragged and his body stiffened in anticipation.
And then he started to give off his whimper, the one she had been waiting to hear all night long.
But to her delight, it wasn't just once, but it was over and over again, building up to a crescendo, louder and more desperate for release. She doubled her efforts, and the results were glorious.
One. Two. Three.
Yes.
Four. Five.
Six. Seven.
Yes.
Eight.
A half.
Nine.
Yes, yes, yes.
"Heh heh, good boy."

A/N: We are now all bad people.
On a non-morally related note, this chapter was pretty fun to write. I don't really know what else to say. Lemons are fun to write well, which I suppose is an interesting trait to have as a writer.
Again, not much to say, and not too much to respond to, except for Anon. Sex is give and take on this site. I think I've been around here for so long and somehow had a period where just about every other thing I wrote was wordsex. So in a sense I somehow worked on the craft and here we are now, writing about older women sexing younger boys.
But that's it for now.
I do not own Fire Emblem.
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