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Roy, Their Boy	By : arfbha Category: +A through F > Fire Emblem (all) > Fire Emblem (all) Views: 5796 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Roy's army had finished liberating the Sacaean plains, and soon they were headed towards the final showdown with Zephiel and Bern. It was thus with great mirth that they celebrated their victory, and to that end a traditional feast was held in the largest tent. Ale and fermented mare's milk flowed freely, and soon most of the army was a bit inebriated.
For that night's entertainment, Lalum the dancer volunteered to be the main act. She was a young member of the then Etrurian resistance, and her energetic dancing brought strength to the army as they continued the war against Bern. It was an open secret around camp, however, that she held an attraction to her young lord and commander.
Lalum started her dance with a bow to Roy, sitting cross-legged atop a dais raised for the occasion. With a flirty blink of her eyes, she began to move, her feet gliding over the floor. With a flourish and a twirl, she pirouetted, earning applause from the audience. Tiptoeing further, she continued her motions across and around the tent. Left and right, to and fro, she went around, making sure to catch Roy's eye with a little wiggle of her tight little butt. Roy went a little red, but simply assumed it was the alcohol.
Lalum's dance had then climaxed with a grand spin in the middle of the tent, and with a little leap, she caught herself midair and landed squarely on her too feet. With a final bow once more to Roy, the entire tent roared in applause, and in her excitement Lalum ran towards the dais. Somehow, despite her dancer training, she then somehow tripped over something, and as she fell Roy leaned forward and caught her somewhat awkwardly. Her face was right above hers, and the way Roy braced himself lead to his hand caught in her perky bosom. At this Lalum was redder than the hair on Roy's head, not before whispering something to him.
After the party had ended around midnight, Roy remembered Lalum's words to him. "Meet me at my tent," was the whisper she had given him. While he had an idea of what was to come, he was to learn of more things that night...
Roy then found Lalum in her tent, and to his surprise she had already taken off her top. Her perky, apple-sized breasts lay bare to the air, and she was rubbing them seductively, almost as if she was expecting him. Beckoning to Roy to get in, she closed the tent flap behind them and purred in his ear, "a private show for Master Roy~," the lilt in her voice stirring thoughts in him that three others once did.
Roy sat in one corner of the tent, and Lalum at the opposite corner. Continuing her ministrations, she pawed at her chest, and as Roy's eyes adjusted to the moonlight he could see her fleshy pink nipples starting to stand up. With her right hand fondling its counterpart teat, she adjusted her left hand so that her index and thumb tweaked her left nipple. To Roy's surprise, the normally loud dancer managed to be subtle in her moans of pleasure. She soon switched her treatment, with her left hand kneading her left breast and her fingers squeezing her right nipple. Soon, however, she felt this was not enough, and Lalum reached into her pants, obviously now touching herself beneath them. Lalum moaned louder, and spread her legs apart, as her head leaned back.
Roy could feel the effect of the ale and the seductive show right in front of him, and the front of his pants were getting decidedly tighter. Shanna was a maiden who had opened his eyes, Cecilia had given him a lesson and defined his sex drive, and Sue had stoked it even further, yet now Lalum had fanned the flames of his libido into overdrive. For the first time, he truly felt that he wanted a woman, and there was a beauty right in front of him, dangling herself as a prize for the prince who had stolen her heart and her lusts. Roy leapt from his corner of the tent and jumped her, looking into her eyes as he leaned in for a kiss. The two began their own dance of tongues, and soon their bodies followed suit.
Roy's hand moved down to knead Lalum's chest - it was a happy medium between Shanna's small tits and Cecilia's bountiful bosom - but he appreciated it all the same. Eventually this fondling would not quench their thirsts, however, and soon the young lord and his dancer were in their birthday suits.
Lalum now appreciated her young Master Roy's frame. Whilst he still had a smallish frame and baby fat had yet to completely leave his cheeks, he was fast growing into a handsome man, with looks mirroring that of his father and the Pheraean medium frame. Her eyes wandered down over his flat stomach, which had the hints of his abdominals peeking through. Even lower, her eyes settled on his binding blade, one that stood tall from its sheath of crimson hair.
Roy could not help but marvel at this loud, boisterous dancer either. He may have had slept with three women now, but each one was a different package. Lalum was no different. Honey-orange hair previously tied up in twin buns was now disheveled, framing her narrow shoulders. Her arms were dainty yet had the grace of a dancer. Her flat, seductive stomach mirrored his and accentuated her waist, and to Roy's mind she had the widest hips of anyone he had seen yet. Said hips would meet in the front with her mostly hairless labia, save for a small heartshaped patch leading to her slit.
Roy really wanted to take Lalum, yet the fun had to start first. He kissed up her left leg, causing the dancer to mewl. Deliberately avoiding the juncture of her legs, Roy then switched legs, kissing up her right, leaving little licks on her. "Mmmmm-more, Master..." the dancer girl moaned. Seeing a girl submit to him had awakened a primal urge in the youth, and soon his kisses on her legs drew closer and closer to her core, until she let out a rather loud yelp when he planted a kiss on her meaty, juicy lower lips. The two shifted positions until Roy was on the sleeping bag, Lalum straddling his face as he ate her out. Lalum's taste was different from that of Sue's, but delectable all the same - it somehow reminded him of both honey and orange, like the hairs on her head and her cunny did to his vision. In any case, Roy's licks started to get to the dancer yet again, and as she yelped again Roy brought her down. "Shh, keep quiet. You don't want to wake up everyone do you?" whispered the young lord, and Lalum took the hint and bobbled Roy's manhood in her mouth.
The two serviced each other, with the youth adding two fingers to the mix once more, and with Roy close to release, whimpered into Lalum, and that had sent her over the edge. To Roy's surprise (and delight), she squirted her sweet femcum into his waiting mouth, and some of it even got on his face. Lalum really did everything loud and proud, he smiled to himself. As she shook from her afterglow, Roy then told her, "Bend over," and she did what her lord commanded her, presenting both holes to him. Roy then finally took her sweet tunnel properly, filling her as her walls tightened around him. Lalum let out a mewl, and the two finally rocked in rhythm, as Roy took a woman from behind for the first time.
Once again, release was close for the boy, and Lalum was moaning and groaning, her cries growing louder. Not wanting her to be too loud, Roy stuffed two of his soaked fingers into her mouth, Lalum tasting her own sweetness. And as it built up and up and up, the two finally released, Roy feeling himself empty into the young dancer. With the two finally tired of their delightful dance that night, sleep overtook them.
Roy woke up shortly before dawn, sneaking out to avoid suspicion. As he donned his tunic once more and cleaned his face with a washcloth, Roy felt a tug from near his feet. "Thanks," was the mewl of a very satisfied Lalum, and with a wink she bade him return to his tent.
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