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Bred For Victory	By : DemenWorks Category: +A through F > Fire Emblem (all) > Fire Emblem (all) Views: 13189 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Olivia (Robin’s Victory)
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The woman featured in each chapter are decided at random, so there’s no manipulation.
Who wins and gets to be with her is decided by YOU.
This time, with 343 votes to 198, Robin won Olivia’s favour.
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Round 3 – Olivia (Robin’s Victory)
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The sun was bright and warm in the sky.
The central-Valmese air was crisp and pleasant, especially at their current elevation.
The Shepherd’s preparations for the next stage of their campaign was looking good, everything was in place for them to begin making their first pushes into the heart of Walhart’s territory.
And yet, despite that, and despite having already been taken care of very well today by his new fiancées, Robin was currently having a very difficult and decidedly uncomfortable afternoon. Unfortunately, this part was both inevitable and long overdue.
“Look, Gerome,” he sighed, running his hands through his hair with a grimace, “I don’t know what happened in the original timeline, or how things turned out. I don’t know if I was your father then…”
Actually, if he was completely honest, he was pretty sure he wasn’t. While he couldn’t place any details, when he concentrated on the very fringes of his consciousness, he could just barely recall that the young man’s hair hadn’t originally been its current snowy-white.
Of course, that alone was hardly proof of anything, the only child they knew he’d sired for certain was Morgan and she didn’t have white hair. In fact, prior to Noire and Gerome’s new look, the only child that’d had a hair colour similar to Robin’s had been Owain… But seeing as Morgan had no brand of the Exalt, and that (despite her claims of being a Tactician just like him) Morgan typically fought in their battles by turning into a giant Dragon and shooting ice-cold divine fire at her enemies, Robin usually tried very hard not to think about what any of that implied about the original future. Thankfully, they’d found Lissa’s son some time after chancing upon his daughter, so with him being unable to say anything, even despite how much he wanted to, the exact origin of the two children had been left as just something of a mystery, rather than a borderline scandal.
“But no matter what, Cherche’s important to me, I care about her a lot. I, er, ah… when this is all over, I intend to marry her.”
Robin winced and the cold look coming from the young-man’s mask didn’t help. He had no problems being open about his intentions towards Cherche, or his feelings for her, but he had wished he could tell if he was doing this correctly, or that he was going about it the right way. Without a past or place to call his own, Robin had always felt unmoored in this world outside the Shepherds; Chrom and Lissa had given him a purpose, and Morgan had been his anchor, and now he had his fiancée’s, three women he loved dearly.
He wanted to do the right thing by all of them. He’d always wanted a family, and he was more than willing to reach out a hand to Gerome and play whatever role he could towards him. But, with Cherche’s son being only a few years younger than himself, and still possessing no memories of his father, Robin knew there was little chance he’d be wanted to take up any kind of parental role towards the young-man, even when he did marry Cherche.
Still, however awkward this was for him, it must be far more awkward for the time-traveller.
“So, I want to support her, and you, in whatever manner you’ll allow. I… Well, I know this must be difficult for you, but at the least, I wanted to give you my word that nothing has to change that you don’t want, or you’re not comfortable with. I’m going to be with Cherche, but that won’t change anything between you and her, I won’t get in your way… And, if there’s anythi-”
“Hmph!” netting out something between a snarl and huff, Gerome interrupted Robin’s ramblings, turning away as stiffly as ever, “None of this matters to me! Do whatever you want. Minerva and I didn’t come back to the past just to play happy families!”
Loyal as ever, the wyvern at his side punctuated Gerome’s statement with a roar of agreement.
“Mraaaaaaawwwwwwwwwwwww!”
Or, at least, that’s what was intended. In reality, it was somewhere between a purr and a yawn.
One of the many benefits Robin had found in his recent relationship with Cherche was that he’d become far better at dealing with her previously ferocious wyvern- to the point that he’d even started to understand the cute side of her that Cherche was always talking about.
Of course, that was made a lot easier when Minerva rather than glaring terrifying down at him, like usual when he was dealing with Gerome, was instead rolling her head happily between his hands as he scratched the scales along the top of her neck. Her eyes were closed, her roars coming more like subdued mews and her massive tail was beating lightly against the ground… If not for the fact that she was far larger than him, had razor sharp teeth and could crush him like a twig, Robin would have said she currently seemed more like an overgrown housecat.
The future Minerva, after all she’d been through, had always been harder to deal with than the present one, but thankfully, both of them were much more receptive of him since he’d grown close to the Roseanne woman… and especially when, like now, they could smell the scent of a thoroughly satisfied Cherche coming off from him. He did feel a little bad about coming to talk to Gerome directly after having spent more than an hour with the boy’s mother bent over his desk, but, if it helped keep the wyvern calm, then Robin was prepared to compromise on his integrity just a little.
After a few moments of coaxing, Gerome managed to successfully pull Minerva from the Tactician’s scritches and after jumping on her back, the two of them were swiftly flying off into the distance and out of sight.
Watching the boy (his step-son?) disappear over the horizon, Robin sagged in place, letting out something of a mournful sigh as he release the tension he’d been holding back through the conversation. It was hard to know what he should be feeling right now, he wasn’t sure what exactly he’d been hoping for in the first place, he certainly hadn’t expected the time-traveller to easily accept his extended hand. Gerome was standoffish to begin with and barely interacted peaceably with any of the Shepherds, adding something like this to the mix could only make those emotions even more volatile.
He couldn’t stop making the effort though, he reminded himself. This was easier for him, he was the one who was coming in Gerome and Cherche’s life after-all, he was the one who wanted a large family and the one potentially disrupting the time-traveller’s world. Even if he wasn’t accepted, and even if he may not ever be accepted, he had to do what he could, he owed that much at the least.
‘Still,’ he added silently to himself as he pulled himself back upright, running a hand through his hair in contemplation, ‘It had been far easier with the girls.’
While he hadn’t given Morgan a full explanation about the other Morgan that had appeared in their camp a few days ago, just telling her that the second Morgan was her from another potential future had been a satisfactory enough explanation for both his now twin-daughters and they’d become instant friends.
Noire had been even easier than that. He’d reminded the archer about his relationship with her mother (although, seeing as Tharja had been making out with Noire at the time, with the two of them both sitting in his lap, alternating turns atop his cock, Robin could admit it hadn’t been much of a reminder) and about her now snowy-white hair. And she had, after recovering, assured him that while she’d deeply adored the fatherly role he’d taken with her when she’d been younger, she didn’t have any desire for him to act as a father figure anymore- her heart had changed with the time they’d spent together in the past, and she wanted him only as her lover now.
She’d toyed with the idea of calling him “daddy” for a moment, but quickly discarded that idea, deciding that was more Severa’s pace than hers, and reminding him of his agreement to at least try seducing her closest friend into his growing “harem.”
“Ah!”
It was the sound of his first fiancée’s voice that snapped Robin back to reality.
“I thought I saw Gerome flying off in a hurry,” Cherche sighed, offering a sardonic smile, “And here you are. You talked to him then?”
He nodded, briefly filling her in on the details of their short conversation.
This time it was the wyvern rider’s turn to let out a sigh, “That boy… I really do wonder where he gets that prickly nature of his.”
“He’ll come around,” Robin assured her, slipping his arm around her waist when he noticed the quiver in her still slight-bowed legs, “This is all a lot for him to take in, so long as he make sure he knows we’re there for him, or well, that you’re there for him particularly I guess… Then we should let him adjust at his own pace.”
Leaning her weight against him as he led her back off through the camp, Cherche just gave a small hum of agreement.
And, whether it was due to the ever-pleasant feeling of a woman he loved wrapped up around him or just an effect of the drastic change to his sex-life recently, Robin had a very hard time keeping his eyes ahead of him and keeping his course from deviating back to her tent. Unfortunately for both of them, the preparations from the march meant the rest of his day was going to be occupied with far fewer enticing matters.
He made do by sliding his hand back around her hips and delighting in squeezing her deliciously soft, round ass. Giggling quietly at his antics, his fiancée generously indulged him in for a few minutes before they began nearing the main thoroughfare of the camp and she pulled his arm firmly back up around her side.
***
“S-So… you don’t know anything about this either?”
Meanwhile, on the other side of the camp from where that conversation was taking place, was forced to bite back a sigh of her own as she found herself in yet another fruitless conversation.
“Hmph,” Sully snorted, tossing her head at the dancer’s surprisingly inquisitive questions, “It ain’t my business to know. Eh, a second Morgan, what’s the big deal, anyway? It’s just more of the weird stuff that goes around here these days. All this time travelling stuff is confusing enough without worrying about, hah, what’d Miriel call it? Alternate possibilities? Feh. I’ll just focus on what’s in-front of me.”
Again, Olivia had to bite back a sigh.
Unfortunately for her, blunt or not, Sully had hit it right on the head. It was something the pinkette had found herself lamenting more and more the last few days, with everything that’d happened to them recently and with the way things looked to be going in their future, the Shepherds were all so used to strange and unbelievable occurrences that even something like a second Morgan arriving in their camp had only been a major topic of interest for about a day before everything had settled right back to normal.
After you’d already wrapped your brain around the sheer incredulity that was meeting your own child from the future, and when you’d adjusted to the fact that almost half their fighting force these days was made up of similar time-travellers, then an additional arrival of an almost identical future child for one of your comrades seemed almost par for the course.
In-fact, she’d been just as guilty of this as the others! After her initial surprise at the sight of a second Morgan had passed, Olivia had hardly given it any-more thought than she had any of the other times another future-child had joined their ranks. It hadn’t been until the next morning when, while helping with the laundry, her mind had been wandering idly and she’d suddenly been struck by just what this new Morgan’s arrival implied!
The moment she’d actually stopped to think about it, it’d been obvious. This Morgan couldn’t possibly have the same mother was their original one (a lack of draconic looking ears was a pretty sharp give-away about that), and that meant… that meant…
…Well, Olivia wasn’t actually sure just what it meant! But it certainly had given her a lot to think about.
But ever since, despite her attempts to look into this, she’d come up dry time and again.
After spending a little time with the girl, it had been immediately clear how different the two Morgan’s actually were, similar in the same way sisters were, but clearly unique herself. This second Morgan was notably timider than the previous one, being far more likely to hide herself behind her father, Noire or Tharja than to throw herself into a conversation like the girl they were more familiar with. But, even in just the short time she’d managed to spend with her, Olivia had learned she was just as sweet and, in her own way, almost as cheeky.
Of course, the new Morgan’s attachment to Noire was another puzzle in itself… As soon as she’d looked, it hadn’t been difficult to notice the clear similarities between them, but after she’d finally built up the courage to actually try ask the Archer about this, all she’d gotten back was a stammering deflection.
Was it really as obvious as it seemed, that this young girl was Noire’s younger sister? It seemed the most logical answer… But that question had a whole host of implications that’d been churning hot through Olivia’s stomach through the last two days now.
Of course, she didn’t have anywhere near enough courage to confront Tharja over something like this. And trying to pry information out of Robin had been as fruitless as she’d expected- she’d walked into his tent, intent on pressing him for an answer, and walked out ten minutes later having completely forgotten her original questions, and only thinking about how nice it was for him to have made time to talk to her like that, despite how busy he clearly was keeping them all alive.
She’d tried several people since and had just as little luck. Cordelia had blushed red down to her toes and ran off, Lucina had admitted she knew as little as anyone else seemed to but that she was eternally grateful for any ally they had for their cause, Maribelle had scolded her for prying into other’s business, and Vaike had told her that if she was feeling jealous he was “More than willing to help out!”
Sully was something of a long shot, but she’d hoped that her long-friendship and clear closeness to Chrom might have let her in on some details.
“I just…” Olivia dithered, quietly giving voice to all the thoughts that’d stewed inside her these last few days, “Don’t you think the camp’s been a little different lately?”
“Huh?”
“Well, I mean… Robin’s gotten a lot closer to Cherche, and, and now Tharja, both her and Noire… They seem to be together a lot lately, an-and, Cherche’s been teasing him really bo-boldly, sitting on his lap during meals even!” her voice caught and face burned red as she pictured that scene. But again, even that weirdness had soon faded into the background of the Shepherd’s usual extraordinary antics. Cherche sitting on Robin’s lap wasn’t that different from Owain going around naming all their meals, or the Gaius crawling under the dining-tables to try steal an unattended desert, “A-And, and Chrom… he’s always been so professional and courteous, whenever he’s speaking to any of us women, as if he’s holding himself back with us, just a little? But… but lately, doesn’t it seem like he’s pushing himself a bit more?”
She frowned a little at that last comment, unhappy with how she’d phrased it but not knowing a better way to put it. It certainly wasn’t a bad thing and she wasn’t complaining. In all the time she’d known the Exalt, he’d always been the model of kindness and hospitality, but he’d also been slightly reserved with her in ways he just wasn’t with the men, never playing around or joking with them in quite the same way. There was no doubt that he cared for his comrades more than anything, but he was a married man and a fiercely loyal one at that, so there had always been a slight feeling as if the Prince was holding himself away from them.
Given her shyness, as well as her line of work and the kind of men that often sought out a dancer’s performance, Olivia had always appreciated that respectability greatly.
But recently it had felt like there’d been a something of a sea-change within the man, and recently whenever she talked with him, she felt like she was receiving just a fraction of the kind of attention he usually only favoured Sumia with. The first time she’d noticed it, Olivia had been so shocked she hadn’t even been able to continue the conversation, and since then it had been impossible to miss!
“Eh, is that so?” Sully scratched the back of her head as she considered that, “Bah, it’s probably nothing. You know Tharja, she’s always been following Robin around like that. And yeah, I’ve seen him with Cherche, hah, hard to miss aren’t they? Never thought I’d see her stake her claim like that, haha! If Tharja hasn’t been kicking up a stink about it, it’s probably because he told her not to, she listens to him at least. Hah, although, if he really is shacking up with Cherche, he may have an angry dragon on his hands soon enough!”
Olivia blew out a sigh, noticing silently that Sully -just like everyone else- only seemed to be considering the original Morgan with that statement. The newest Morgan had a mother who definitely wasn’t a dragon! But then, how did Cherche fit into this, why did Robin seem to be getting so close to her? If Tharja really was the mother of this latest Morgan, then why not her, or the first Morgan’s mother?
“And, er… I, well, I wouldn’t worry about Chrom…” the knight’s voice dropped a little, and her eyes slid to the side as her cheeks grew just a little red, “He’s a bit of a dork, sure… But, y’know, he’s as reliable as they come. None of us would follow him like we do if he wasn’t. And hey, Sumia’s got him well whipped into shape! Hah, so if he causes you any problems, you just tell her, and she’ll have him by the collar soon enough!”
“Y-Yeah, you’re right,” there wasn’t any point in debating it. Olivia wasn’t trying to make people start getting suspicious of Robin, or Chrom, if Sully didn’t know anything, then it was better to just let things drop, “I think I was just surprised to have two Morgan’s around!”
“Hah, too right. I don’t know what I’d do if another Kjelle showed up! One’s more than enough for me right now I think!”
With that, Olivia let the matter drop, thanking the knight for her time, and letting her get back to her own duties. Which, unfortunately, left Olivia back at square one, still without any-more information than she’d been able to deduce from her own conclusions.
‘Maybe I really am overthinking it… maybe it really is nothing.’
It really wasn’t any of her business, she was already stepping over her bounds asking as much as she already had. But… she justified silently, as she was reminded once more of the possibilities and a warm shiver crawled up her spine…
‘It’s not as if I’m asking just for my own curiosity, or, or to gossip or something! If… if it really does mean… Then he… someone as kind as him…’
“Olivia?”
“Ah-Hwah, hu-Huh!? O-Oh, S-Sumia? Hello…”
Jumping in place, the dancer’s scattered thoughts were suddenly interrupted by the familiar, soft voice of Ylisse’s Queen. Turning in place, she saw Sumia stepping out towards her, from behind one of the nearby tents.
‘W-Was she listening? Ah! D-D-Did she hear me talking about Chrom like that!?’
Quickly forcing down her panic, she composed herself as best she could, “Uh, c-can I help you?”
“Actually, I’m hoping I can help you.”
Contrary to Olivia’s momentary worries, Sumia greeted her with the same warm smile as ever, seemingly completely untroubled by anything she might have heard the dancer talking about. If anything, the pinkette thought the Queen looked more excited than anything else.
And so, almost before she realised it, Olivia found that she’d agreed to have a dinner privately with her and Chrom tonight.
***

The meal itself was just as fantastic as Olivia had come to expect from the Queen. But, once Sumia (with occasional comments from her husband) began explaining why she’d invited Olivia over; the truth of what had been going on these last few weeks and the conclusion the other female Shepherds had agreed to, the dancer was soon far too shocked to even taste her food.
“I-Is th-that really true?” she whispered, feeling her voice shaking as much as her hands. It wounded unbelievable, ridiculous, like something from a fantasy, “You’ve all… you’ve all agreed to something like that? You’re not joking?”
Chrom winced, but Sumia held her gaze steadily, “It’s all true,” she answered softly, before bowing her head in an apology, “And I’m sorry we haven’t told you until now. You had just as much right to know as anyone else… We never planned to keep you in the dark or hide this from you. It was just, when a few of us were first discussing what happened to Noire, and what this all might mean, we thought we should keep it quiet until we knew more. Obviously, something like this isn’t exactly a something we want being spread around…”
If the greater allied forces or the general citizens caught even a hint of a rumour about the Shepherd females, nobles and royals alike, entertaining a plan of illicit pre-marital affairs… Sumia could only imagine how the rumour mill would twist that story even worse than it would already sound. At the very least, several very close friends of hers would be disgraced, let alone how it would impact her own position as Queen.
From what she’d heard from the man so far, she knew that Robin intended to marry all the women he’d taken to bed so far, and of course, Sumia was pushing Chrom to do the same- she had no qualms about sharing the title of “wife” with these women she trusted her life to, and while multiple marriages weren’t exactly common in Ylisse, they were accepted, especially for men who could clearly support a larger family.
Just how she was going to explain the two leaders of the Shepherds marrying their entire female fighting force between them -if it really did come to that… which Sumia secretly hoped it would- she didn’t know. But until they could legitimise these relationships, it was imperative to keep things under wraps. At least before the pregnancies began showing.
Quietly, to herself, Sumia had marvelled more than once at just how successful Robin was at that endeavour, at just how easily he’d knocked up her friends and comrades. Three Shepherds pregnant already in just a few days… She could only wonder, just how potent was his seed? Just thinking about it was enough to make any woman’s heart race, and it hadn’t surprised her at all seeing how happy they’d all seemed afterwards, who wouldn’t be after having their womb’s stuffed full of such intensely masculine essence? Their Tactician truly was full of hidden talents…
“O-Oh, ah,” still processing everything she’d heard, Olivia hadn’t even gotten to the point of considering how she hadn’t been told till now, it hardly seemed important, “I-I don’t mind.”
“Even so… We originally continued keeping quiet for the men’s sake, they already seemed overwhelmed at just what this meant for the two of them, without adding more expectations to that... But when I heard you asking about it today, I realised we can’t hold it back any longer. It’s only natural that people would start asking questions, and if all the other women are aware of what’s going on, then we can all work together to make sure things don’t spread any further than that. And, you’ve got just as much right as anyone else to protect your child- if that’s what you want.”
“Er-ah, hey honey… I’m fine with telling the others. But, let’s keep it to just… just the first generation Shepherds,” joining the conversation for the first time since the explanation had concluded, Chrom’s was clearly troubled by that thought, “Lucina and Cynthia have already got enough worries, without adding something like this.”
Sumia’s lips pursed for a moment, as a clearly conflicted look passed across her face. Robin had already taken Noire along with Tharja, she’d been excited to try push Severa towards her husband alongside Cordelia, nevermind Morgan and her presumed mother… but, there was no mystery about why her husband was trying to be protective about his own children. Finally, she let out a quiet sigh and nodded, “Of course.”
Olivia just nodded numbly, largely letting that discussion pass her by.
“S-So, so then, the new Morgan is… Noire’s?”
“Yes.”
“A-And, and Tharja too? She’s also carrying his child?”
“I believe so, that’s what I’ve been told.”
“And… and Cherche as well? …He… W-With all three of them?”
“That’s right. From what I understand, he intends to properly marry them, and anyone else that gets involved, when we’ve got a chance after this war.”
Olivia’s voice died in her throat and she squirmed in her seat.
Part of it was what she’d suspected, but the full truth was so far beyond what she could possibly have imagined, it left her breathless. And, it also left her legs rubbing together under the table as a terrible blush spread down to the tip of her toes, and a warm heat swirled throughout her body.
“Robin…” that kind, caring, quiet and reliable Tactician she’d always thought the world of, “H-Has, a… a… a harem?”
There wasn’t anything else you could call it! Regardless of what the reason for him doing so was, that was what it boiled down to! He was bringing women to his tent and, and breeding them! One after another! Olivia’s mind spun and her lips went dry. A mother and daughter, together! He’d knocked them both up, and, and from what Sumia had said, he’d done it in just one night!? She could scarcely imagine it! That gentle, considerate man, had pushed them down onto his bedroll, and had his way with them? He’d torn their clothes off and claimed their bodies for himself? Stolen away their chastity and engraved his mark forever on their souls? Ignoring their screams and moans, driving them crazy with pleasure, and filling them with his essence, again and again until they were both stuffed full with his seed and bearing his child!?
Her fists clenched on her lap and she breathed out a heavy sigh, feeling her entire body shiver as her imagination ran away with her.
“It’s, it’s a little early to call it a proper harem, I think!” Sumia answered, just a little defensively, with a quick glance towards her increasingly-uncomfortable looking husband, “But it’s true that he’s made an arrangement with a few of the female Shepherds already.”
“I-”
“Please, don’t think badly of him for this Olivia,” she continued, cutting in as the dancer struggled for words, “This was what they asked of him, and, and of Chrom too, of course. These women all care deeply for him, they want to be with him badly enough to be willing to share him, and I know his love is no less than that. It’s… It’s not just about ensuring the safety of our children, none of us are so mercenary as for that. It’s about what we want, a way where we can all be happy…”
It was another possibility.
It was no secret that there were a number of women in the camp who’d had eyes towards Robin and Chrom. Cordelia had been heartbroken when Sumia had married Chrom, and Tharja would certainly have been devastated if Robin had chosen anyone but her.
Beyond simply helping make their children stronger, keeping the ones they loved safe, this was another option. There didn’t have to be any heartbreak anymore, it was unconventional, strange enough that they’d all needed a lot of time to adjust to the thought of it… But they’d all agreed, they’d all come to the same answer.
“We talked about it a lot between us first, it… it took some getting used to. But, that’s why I and the other female Shepherds were able to approach Chrom and Robin about this, b-because we truly believed this was a way for everyone to be happy.”
Anyone who wanted no part of this could simply stay out. Anyone who wanted only to protect their child could do so. And anyone who’d always wished they could be with either of those men now had the opportunity, without cursing anyone else’s fortunes. As soon as they’d adjusted to that thought, it had just all seemed so simple.
Olivia nodded weakly, “I-ah, yes. O-Of course.”
“And of course,” Sumia added, leaning forward in her seat, chewing on her lip as she stretched the word out, “That includes you too. Now that you know about it. If something like this is what you want, then you’d be more than welcome.”
Jolting in her seat, the dancer’s jaw dropped open and her eyes shot wide as her body burned an even brighter crimson, so much so that she seemed to almost be glowing from embarrassment, “Wh-wh-what I want? What I want…” Her entire world seemed to jump in place and her breath caught in her throat. Olivia already knew what she wanted. She knew what she’d always wanted, more than anything.
“Yes, I, I mean,” stammering a little, Sumia found herself blushing at the Dancer’s reaction as well as the offer she was presenting, “I mean, you and Chrom were always fairly cl-”
Unfortunately, her words weren’t even heard as the Pinkette’s seat suddenly scraped back along the floor and she hurtled to her feet, almost a metre from the table before they’d even noticed she’d moved.
“A-Ah! I’msorry! I’vegot, I’vegot-thankyouforthemeal, I’vegottogo!”
And then, after hesitating enough to bow almost down to her waist, before either of them could get in edgewise, she’d vanished out the door and into the warm evening, leaving the tent flaps fluttering softly behind her.
“Sumia…” Chrom sighed, resting his head on his hands and trying not to want to die from mortification, “That was a little blunt, don’t you think?”
Olivia was famously skittish, one of the most nervous and tremulous Shepherds of all. He could very well remember all his initial interactions with her had revolved around chasing after her as she’d sprinted headlong away from him. Introducing this idea to any of the female Shepherds was a concept that slightly terrified him, he could only thank his lucky stars that most of them were already aware and had been the ones to introduce him to the idea… But, of all the ones they still needed to tell, surely Olivia was the one in most need of a soft touch.
Sumia frowned, staring at where her friend had disappeared to and feeling a small weight of guilt building inside her.
“Sorry love… I, I think I let my excitement get to me,” she answered, “But, even so… This has to be a little blunt. It’s not fair if she doesn’t know exactly what she’s getting into. I, I wanted her to understand.”
She’d been so sure that Olivia had previously held a torch for her husband. She’d been so excited to find the Dancer asking around the camp about what was going on!
A small and guilty part of Sumia admitted to herself that she’d been hoping things with Chrom would finally start moving as quickly they’d seemed to with Robin. That finally it would be her turn to watch, as her lover was the one bringing other women to their bed, as he was the one breeding her dearest companions. Every time she saw Tharja walking into Robin’s tent, accompanied by Cherche or Noire, or both, Sumia’s impatience had grown. All three of them had been bred like that, two of them at the same time, how could she not be jealous of that!?
“She’ll come around,” she promised softly, as she began clearing the table instead, her appetite having disappeared, “Let’s just give her some time?”
Having been half terrified he was about to be told to run after her, Chrom sank back in his seat, “Yeah.” This was exhausting just thinking about. He’d gone through so many strained emotions the last few minutes that he was already about set to turn in for the night.
***
Meanwhile, on the other side of the camp, tucked away in a small private corner of their own, a rather flustered Noire was just finishing up a surprisingly similar explanation towards an equally shellshocked audience, a group this time being made up of all her female friends from the future.
“So…” Lucina deadpanned, “You’re saying… You’re in a relationship with Sir Robin?”
“And…” Severa added, “So is your mother… And miss Cherche?”
“And…” Cynthia chimed in, “The new Morgan… She’s your Child?”
“And…” Nah whispered, “You’re all pregnant… with his children?”
“Woo!” the first, green-haired, Morgan whistled, her viewpoint being markedly skewed compared the others, “Go Dad!”
“Ah, Mother…” the second, black-haired, Morgan stared wide-eyed. She’d been aware of her relation to Noire, of course, but neither her father nor grandma-Tharja had told her any of these other details, “So that’s what happened, that’s why I’m here too…”
It was rather difficult for Noire to look at her friend’s faces right now. Even if it was only girls here, talking as openly as she’d forced herself to do about such things was mortifying, especially in front of her own daughter. But at least they’d all seemed to understand without her having to clarify anything.
“Yes! That’s it exactly.”
“Wh-What the hells!? Is this a joke!? Gawds! Is my mother about to jump out and laugh at us!?”
Kjelle interrupted Severa’s rant with a grunt, “That does explain how you’ve been doing so much better lately. Hmph, I was wondering what was wrong with me after you knocked me on my ass in training yesterday. So, we could become stronger like this…”
“It’s really hard to imagine your hair not being white though!” Cynthia had apparently caught onto one particular aspect of their discussion, “It’s always been white… hasn’t it? I… ah, this is too weird!”
“Urgh, is that really all you idiots want to focus on?” the red-head let her displeasure show, throwing her hands in the air with a disgusted scowl, “This is soooo creepy! So, what, our esteemed leaders, Robin and Chrom are just going around seducing all the other women around into some sleazy harem? Phah, what, we’re supposed to think that’s for our own good?”
So fiery was Severa’s abrupt rant that it continued even despite the chilling glares she was receiving from both of the twin Morgans.
“N-No, no it’s not like that at all!” Noire panicked, waving her hands desperately as if to ward off the mercenary’s typically biting words, “Robin would never do anything like that! It’s more… it’s more that he’s just, j-just accepting us now, a-anyone who feels like… li-like I do, towards him. When I talked to him, he was completely upfront about what was going on, he made sure I was fine with it. H-He asked me if I was sure it was what I wanted, before we did anything. And, I know he did just the same with mother, and Cherche too. We all chose this because we wanted to.”
All the future children had to pause for a moment at that point. While Cherche had surely been a surprise, Noire’s affection towards the Tactician was being displayed almost uncomfortably clear and… it was hard to imagine Robin, of all people, needing to seduce Tharja. Noire, of course, had no doubts even in the face of their questioning- she was planning on seeing Robin again after this, and she could feel herself just how badly she wanted that, somehow that desire had only become even stronger since she’d gotten pregnant.
Folding her arms and giving a solid nod, Lucina was clearly convinced. Thinking for a moment, she quickly added her own perspective, “Of course. And it’s the same for Father too. He’s… well, I’m sure he’s very popular with women, and anyone who be glad to be with a man like him. It’s ridiculous to imagine him having to seduce anyone!” Quietly, Lucina had to admit that her own heart had been clenched tight in her chest, filled heavily with feelings she didn’t understand, ever since Noire had admitted her relationship with Robin. But that was something the Princess would concern herself with later, for now she simply, automatically, believed in her father, just the same as ever.
It was a little odd to consider and she wasn’t sure quite how to picture him taking multiple wives, but if her mother had already given the go-ahead then she had no reason to think for a moment that there was anything untoward in his intentions!
“Th-That’s right, that’s it exactly. A-And, and like I said earlier, this is all being kept quiet, I’ve been asked not to spread it around just yet, not until it can all be sorted out officially. I, I don’t think any of the other guys know yet, si-since that’d make it harder for the women to… to… choose… And, I’m probably not meant to say anything to you guys, b-but, but I thought, you all needed to know! I wanted you to know what was going on, e-especially Severa.”
That last comment caught the still-fuming mercenary by surprise, scattering the insult she’d been preparing to throw as she was thrown for a look. “Wh-huh? Why especially me?”
Noire’s gaze dropped to the floor and she let out a small squeak as her face burned red, apparently, she’d been so caught up trying to explain that she’d said more than she intended to. Watching awkwardly as the archer wilted in embarrassment, twisting her hands together and shifting on the spot, Severa found her own shame rising in response, her cheeks grew hot and fingers clenched together as her mind spun with just how she was meant to be entangled in this ridiculous harem mess.
“I-I ju-just, yo-you’re my best friend and… and we’re always… whenever I-I do something you’re always the one helping me s-so… so I thought it’d be nice if we c-could become mothers together too? If I could raise my ch-child alongside yours, I, I think that’d make me really h-happy…” Noire’s voice which had been so soft they could barely hear it, suddenly snapped up in pitch as she began panicking again, “AH! Th-That’s the same for, for any of you of course! I’d be h-happy to be with any of you, I-I’d more than welcome it! I only mentioned Severa since, since I’m used to doing things with her! Ahh, so-sorry, I’m sorry!”
Blushing now red enough that her hair was almost indistinguishable from her face, Severa was oscillating somewhere between apoplectic and mortified, “Wh-What the hells!? Why me!? What about Little Miss Perfect here? If anyone’s going to be joining some sleazy harem “for the sake of the future” shouldn’t it be her!?”
Lucina, as proud and noble as ever, calmly accepted the mercenary’s heated gaze as the attention was suddenly directed her way instead, “Me? I… I’ve never given much thought to anything like that, my future, or about a relationship. I don’t have any experience with anything like that, but it never felt like I could make time for such things… but, life is so different now that we’re truly here in the past. I suppose, if I had to say, I always dreamed that if I did have children, it would be after being married to a man I loved… This has certainly given me a lot to think about, but, I’m sure already that I feel the same as Noire- if I did decide to get bred, then I would be proud to do so alongside any of you; rather, I would be comforted by your presence at my side.”
“Th-Tha-That’s not even remotely the point here!” Severa spluttered, aghast, “And you’re agreeing with her!? How can you even say that!?”
“I just… I think, the way she described it, it sounds very romantic.”
“Romantic?” This time it was Nah’s turn to raise an eyebrow. Unlike the others, she’d been given a lot of difficult thought from her own position in the back of the tent. Being a Manakete she was far more attuned to the feelings and emotions of the people around her, which had led her to several difficult assumptions about various women in the camp who may be wound up in this new scenario, one way or the other. And, most difficult of all, was the feelings she’d sensed very keenly from her own mother, as well as from the woman Nah respected most, Tiki.
“Don’t you think so? We’d be like one big family, all of us. We’ve all fought together, and bled together so many times, wouldn’t it be wonderful for us all to bring about new life alongside each other? And… And, I was just picturing us all together…” Lucina answered, looking wistfully past them into the distance as her own cheeks dusted lightly pink, “Naked and eager, standing in a line before the man we chose, bent over his bed and all presenting ourselves towards him.”
“E-Ehauh?”
“Then, he’d come and claim us, taking us in turn, one by one, so that we can clearly hear each of our cries and moans, and watch as our legs give out under the pleasure… Hah, it sounds a little silly to say aloud, but doesn’t that sound fun? All of us together, holding hands and being bred one after the other? And then continuing on, again and again, until we’re all passed out from the pleasure, lying face-down onto his mattress and all carrying his child. Hehe, I guess it’s a little silly after-all, six women, I suppose that’s a little much to ask of any man isn’t it?”
Lucina raised a hand to her cheek, letting out a soft laugh as she scolded herself lightly for letting her fantasy run away with her. Everyone else simply stared at her in stunned silence.
“Whhhaaat! No way! No way! That’s not silly at all! A true hero would have no problem taking care of all of us!” everyone, except one it seemed, “Don’t give up so easily Lucy! Someone like Dad or Sir Robin could easily knock-up six women, and if not, he’d just need more training!”
“Hah, I suppose you’re right aren’t you, Cynthia? I’m sorry, it’s hard for me to put my faith in other people sometimes, even when I should know better.”
“Yup! Real heroes always succeed, you’ve just got to have believe in them! And, and… you’re right, th-that does sound kind’a fun actually, it’d be nice to do more together as sisters too?”
“Oh, that’s very true. We’ve been so busy lately; we haven’t been able to spend much time together as a family recently have we? Well, this is just an idea for now though.”
The conversation between the two princesses continued softly, leaving the rest of their audience to simply stare with a mixture of shock, disbelief and (from Noire) wonder.
As it turned out, the two royal children took after their mother far more than any of them were prepared for.
“H-Hey! Wait a second, six? Shouldn’t it be eight? Oi! You’re excluding us, aren’t you!?” Morgan’s math finally caught up to Lucina’s logic and she pointed back and forth between herself and her twin with a deeply unsatisfied expression.
And, of course, the other Morgan was only a step behind, “Ah! Because you were thinking of Father!? Lucy? You wanna sleep with my Dad!?”
And finally, the Princess’s strange composure crumbled, “I-I-I was on-only talking in hypothetical! This was all ju-just as a concept!”
And once again, chaos reigned.
***
Surprisingly for anyone who may have guessed, the half hour that Olivia spent wandering in a daze around the camp after leaving the dinner wasn’t due to her shock at the revelation she’d gained. That had long passed.
Nor was it about her needing to make a decision. She already knew what her decision was, that part of herself at least, she’d always understood, what she wanted was the same thing she’d wanted since she was a young girl.
It was nothing more than building up her courage.
Olivia was never a very forthright person, she lacked confidence and self-belief, she was constantly embarrassed by how shy she was, and she was never the type to put her own interests’ forwards.
However, tonight… driven on by the images swirling through her mind, the warmth still pulsing from her core and a lifetime’s worth of dedication to an unspoken dream… finally, after walking around the full perimeter of their encampment, her feet brought her to her destination. At long last, she stood on tremulous legs outside the Tactician’s tent.
Staring silently at the large tent before her eyes, at what she could only possibly recognise as the culmination of her destiny, Olivia’s anxiousness swelled to overflowing, to where she couldn’t feel it at all. Her shyness washed through her, and in its place was left a strange and uncharacteristic boldness. A lifetime’s worth of wishes had brought her here, no matter how timid she may be, she would never back down from this!
“Robin?” she called out, tugging at the tent’s entrance and finding it spell-sealed shut, “Are you in? Can… can I speak to you?”
“Abu-hha, Ah, err, ngh, j-just a, h-hey, sorry, I’m a little busy right now!”
From the sounds of it, she’d caught him in the middle of something. Probably she’d arrived at a bad time.
Usually she would have respected that without a second thought. Usually she would have turned away. Usually she would have put out of her mind exactly why he sounded breathless and why he was telling her he was busy, rather than that he’d just be a minute finishing whatever he was doing.
But tonight wasn’t a usual night and she was far from her usual self.
Robin’s tent was locked securely, with the same kind of warding spells commonly used to give some manner of privacy in such a closely encamped environment. But Olivia’s life and travels had afforded her the chance to learn a few tricks of her own, and so, after running her fingers carefully along the edges of the fabric, tugging it this way and that, teasing her thumb along the sigils woven into the fabric… the spell-locks shimmered for a moment, then fell apart, the way was barred no more.
*Chup* *Shllup* *Chup*
As the sealing came undone, so too did the silencing effect it had granted. And so, the crisp night air was instantly filled with heavy, wet sounds of flesh slapping against flesh, the unmistakable sound of lips and hands and bodies entwined with heated lust-filled gasps.
“Ah!”
“Hu-ah?” Robin blinked, jolted in his seat by the simultaneous sensation of his locks being removed around his tent, and the unexpected sight of the shy Feroxian Dancer suddenly standing before him, “Or… you can just come right in I guess?”
Sitting at his desk and leaning back in his chair as if nothing was amiss at all, the Tactician made for quite a sight, one that left both her lips wet with excitement.
Stripped naked save for his trademark cloak, Robin’s legs were spread open leaving his cock (the first Olivia had ever seen, and one that quickly became difficult to draw her eyes away from) stretching long and hard, high into the air- towering heavily above where Noire and Cherche were both kneeling side-by-side in place at his feet. He had one hand atop each woman’s head and was stroking his fingers idly through their hair, as if in appreciation as their mouths slid together, kissing up and down the full length of his shaft.
Even after becoming aware of her entrance, there was a clear and honest reluctance shown in both women as they slowly pulled their attention from the cock they were worshipping together, turning around towards the Dancer…
…But even then, after the momentary surprise passed, Olivia swiftly lost both their attention and they each turned back to the task at hand, completely ignoring him as their lips met once more around the Tactician’s length.
In truth, despite how it may have looked, they each would have normally stopped and likely been absolutely incensed at both being intruded on and being seen in such a state. But, when the interruption came from another of the female Shepherds and one who was now certainly aware of what was happening, there didn’t seem to be much point- they’d all become fully accustomed to the thought of Robin taking multiple wives at this point, after all they’d already done, servicing the man they loved while another woman watched was simply routine. Ultimately, with his cock standing right before their eyes, and his scent filling their senses, they were far too aroused to worry about anything else. They weren’t putting on a show, it was as simple as the fact that they’d already been seen. There was no helping it, so they just went back to doing as they wished.
Shivering in place as she attempted to collect herself, Olivia only belatedly became aware of the other presence in the tent, looking past the Tactician, she could also see Tharja passed out naked atop his bedroll. And, judging by the copious amount of seed she could see coasting the sorceress’s thighs and running down her legs, it appeared she’d already been thoroughly taken care of before these other two had arrived for the night.
Three women, women she respected greatly and had fought beside proudly, were all drowning in pleasure together. Clearly this was the reason they’d all come to this tent tonight, Tharja was a given, but there was also absolutely no mistaking the eager joy with which Noire and Cherche were taking turns swallowing Robin’s cock.
A proud female knight, and even a mother and her daughter had all given their bodies up to the same man, and were more than willing to please him however he desired… it was the very picture of absolute, corrupted hedonism being treated as if it was normal, everyday life.
But hedonism wasn’t hard to find in this world, what truly left the dancer’s heart shaking was the nature of the air surrounding them. Rather than simply degeneracy and lust, there was no doubt at all of the gentle affection with which Robin stroked his hands atop the head of his two women, nor the clear love they also returned back to him.
It felt almost romantic, like something from a story, or from an ancient legend.
And, more than anything else, that impossibly paradoxically wholesome atmosphere coming from this debauched scene was exactly what she’d come here to verify.
“I-I-It really is true!” Olivia gasped out finally, and a little pointlessly, “Ro-Robin! You’re… You really are building a harem!”
“Well… it’s exactly what it looks like.”
In truth, Robin still hadn’t completely adjusted to his new lifestyle. The girl’s seemed to have happily settled into a groove together, and were working together so happily and comfortably that he’d been amazed, but it had also been overwhelming enough that he hadn’t been able to face any of the other female Shepherds since the day Noire had confessed his feelings.
Normally, having someone walk in on him when he was changing, let alone when he was naked or in-flagrante would have left him mortified and rushing to cover himself!
But… when he had Cherche’s lips sinking warm and wet down his shaft, and Noire’s tongue teasing gently around his balls, and when he was still feeling the incredible satisfaction from the multiple loads he’d already shot into (and onto) Tharja… He found himself in a comfortable zen state, with his composure remaining completely settled. In short, he was surrounded by his fiancées and indulging deeply in their love. Even aside from how incredibly aroused he was, his life was so comfortable and so happy in this moment, he couldn’t possibly be upset about almost anything.
“Th-Then, is this… Is this your role as our Tactician? Are you doing this to strengthen the army and pr-protect our children?”
He shook his head, instantly dismissing that excuse, “I’d never do something like that. I care deeply for these three, I’m with them because I love them.”
“But you can’t have been Gerome or Noire’s father in the future, and none of them are Morgan’s mother… S-So, so it’s just a temporary arrangement then, surely? They’ll have your c-c-children now, and after the fighting’s over marry their original husbands?”
Again, he dismissed that idea, “No. I’m completely serious about this. I’d never be so half-hearted about something so important. I love them, all of them. I’m taking these women for myself, I’ll marry all three of them and I’ll support them as their husband as best I can. I’ll never hand them over to anyone.”
“E-Even if everyone says you’re insane, or calls your selfish, or perverted? Robin! What are you going to do when the rest of the camp finds out about this!?”
“I don’t care. I’ll cross that bridge when I come to it. I’ll make them understand, somehow.”
“Th-Then, then what about your reputation in Ylisse? Something like this couldn’t possibly stand, you’ll lose your place as Chrom’s right hand? What if all the Nobles reject you?”
“None of that matters. For the women I love, I’d give up my status in a heartbeat if that’s what it took to stay with them. I don’t need a title to assist Chrom or to help Ylisse,” his hands stroked atop their hair as Noire and Cherche exchanged places, with the archer’s lips now slurping happily down the length of his shaft, “I’ve already made up my mind about this, I don’t have any doubts anymore. We’re a family, that’s all that matters. I don’t care what anyone says, or what price I have to pay. If it means I get to be with these three, I’ll consider myself lucky.”
“Of course.” Cherche murmured in agreement, smiling up at him from where she was pursing her lips tenderly into his balls.
“Mmm, I-I feel the same, I want us to always be together!” Noire added, releasing his cock from her mouth for just long enough to say her piece, before diving back down his length.
“M-mhhanhh…” Still lying barely conscious on his bedroll, Tharja gave a happy moan of her own at Robin’s declaration.
She sighed, “But, it’s not just going to be these three is it? You don’t intend to stop here, do you?”
“I don’t have any intentions one way or another. I originally told Cherche I was more than happy just marrying her, and the same’s true as things stand. But, if there’s anyone else who feels the same way, and who can accept this… Then, I’d want the same. The Shepherds mean more to me than my life, I want to make as many of them as happy as I can, however I can manage it.”
This whole line of questioning and the almost insistent nature of her queries seemed completely out of character from the usually bashful dancer, even just the fact that she was standing in-front of him without fleeing from a sight like this was surprising. If not for the feeling of Noire and Cherche’s tongues sliding together around his shaft as their met in a lew kiss around his cock, he would surely have been stunned by how she was acting.
“This is crazy… Ridiculous… I can’t believe it…” Olivia swayed on the spot, holding a hand to her temple and visibly stunned by Robin’s words, “You’re really… You’re really saying everything I always dreamed you would!”
“I don-Ahbuh?” Blinking, as he suddenly caught up with her words, Robin did an abrupt double take, “Huh? What?”
And suddenly, rather than staring at him in shock, disbelief or wonder, Olivia was beaming a wide smile towards him, her face lit up as brilliantly as he’d ever seen from her. And, just as suddenly, she dropped to her knees, bowing so deeply her forehead was pressed against the floor.
“R-Robin! If, if all that is true, if you really mean that, th-then, alongside your wives, please, take me as your concubine!”
“Wh-hahuh? My concubine!?” that statement was what finally snapped Robin from his sexual-zen state, and this time it was his turn to stare in disbelief, “I don’t, what, ar-are you serious?”
“Completely,” she assured him, raising her head from the ground and meeting his eyes with her own, imploring, earnest gaze, “I-I told you before about my dream to dance on a stage… b-but, I didn’t, I never had the courage to tell you the whole truth. The reason I wanted that, why it was so important for me t-to, to be a big star on a big stage… was so that I could take the notice of some powerful, domineering man. A king or influential merchant, someone who would take me as his prized dancer, to keep to himself and make me his consort.”
Olivia’s face flushed deep red in contrast to her pink hair, and she could only just barely meet Robin’s eyes as her words ran together and her explanation got muddled in on itself. But her determination shone through, and her point was clear, “It’s… it’s every dancer’s dream to be owned like that! To be the prized jewel of such a man, dancing for his pleasure only!”
Finally paying attention to the other woman again, Noire offered her a kindly smile, “That… that makes a lot of sense. I-I don’t know about kings or merchants, b-but I… I can understand wanting to be treasured by Robin, to belong to him, and be his alone.”
Cherche, similarly offered the pinkette her respect, even as she laughed, “Wow, Olivia… I always knew you had a kinky streak to you! Heh, but I never knew it ran quite this deep. Mmm, well, I don’t mind if you want to join our fun, and I’m sure Noire and Thar- I’m sure Noire would be happy too.”
Noire gave a short nod of agreement at that. With both of them being painfully shy and awkward, full of self-doubt and endless worries, she’d always felt something of a kindred spirit with the Feroxian, she was more than happy to share her bed with her, so long as it’s what Robin wanted. And with that small understanding passed between the women, both the Tactician’s lovers turned their back to the dancer and dutifully focussed once more on their own task.
“I-I actually thought that Basilio intended that of me wh-when he saved me like he did… but, he only never looked at me like that, I… I think he saw me as something of a daughter to him. B-But, I-I’d, I’d make a great concubine for you, I’m sure!” about the only thing more terrifying for Olivia than speaking publicly, was speaking publicly about her own abilities. But, this was so deeply important to her, that she barrelled through it regardless. Right now, no matter how mortified she was, her will was iron-clad, she was unstoppable, “You’ve already seen me dancing, an-and you always say you enjoy it. I’ll work hard, and, and I’ll learn fast, I’ll learn exactly what you like, s-so I can serve you properly! I’m, I’m already friends with your current wives so I’m sure they’d be willing to train me to please you! A-And, and… and, I-I’m, I’m still, st-still a virgin… S-So, so you’d be the only man t-to ever touch me…”
Robin finally recovered his senses enough to catch up to this runaway conversation.
“I… Olivia, that’s, that’s quite an offer,” he answered dully. Even as he was still processing her words, his cock still twitched and pulsed furiously at her offers, particularly her final statement, a reaction that gained appreciative hums from both the women wrapped around his shaft, “Sorry, it’s just a bit of a shock, I never expected anything like this from you.”
Noire’s surprising confession had been one thing, but at least that had been a (very welcome) declaration of love. To have one of his comrades, a woman he’d known for years and loved deeply, suddenly throw herself at his feet and ask to be his concubine was… if not for how ridiculous his life seemed to have suddenly become recently, he would have thought it was a joke.
He swallowed. As it was, he could only possibly take her seriously and to consider her offer just as seriously. Slender, light, lissom, and wonderfully toned and taut in all the right places, she was a woman that could even give Tharja, Tiki or Cordelia a competition out of sheer beauty, just a glance at Olivia’s incredible curves, only just slightly hidden away under the silks and wraps that made up her dancing outfit, was more than enough to tempt him. And he doubted there was a man alive that wouldn’t be driven half-crazy at the thought of her virgin body being his, at her so blatantly, so eagerly giving herself to him. But… even if he’d grown accustomed to the thought of having multiple wives, Robin had never once considered having a concubine.
In the end, it didn’t make sense, “I’m not sure I understand but… there’s no reason you need to treat yourself any different from the others, Olivia. If you wanted, I’d be more than happy to take you as my wi-”
She interrupted him with a shake of her head. Chewing on her lips, she stared up imploringly at him, as if begging him to see things her way, “I would, if you insisted, then I would be proud to marry you, of course. B-But… But, I’d hoped you’d be the man who could make my dream come true.”
Once again, he could only boggle, “Your dream?” given how bashful and nervous Olivia was, the thought of her even considering something like being so blatantly owned, as the prize of some man’s, let alone holding it as such a dearly important fantasy, was hard for him to wrap his head around.
“Robin… I-I know it’s difficult without your memories, but… do you know the tale of King Corrin and the Lost Kingdom?” she spoke softly, her voice sounding both a little stronger and a little more wistful by the moment, “It’s a story that holds a very special place among dancer’s hearts and, for me, it’s a fairy tale I’ve loved ever since I was a young girl.”
“King Corrin? That’s that ancient myth, right?” being more focussed on strategy and actual history than old legends, Robin was a little fuzzy on the details, but even he had picked up the general details of such a famous story in passing, “He was the prince of a kingdom that was lost beneath the waves or something, and… er, he was then raised between two warring kingdoms and reclaimed his homeland by uniting them together? I remember he apparently forged peace between the kingdoms by marrying his sisters on either side, that’s what people refer to when they talk about a fourfold-union, the four royal brides.”
“Yes, exactly, his sisters and many others besides,” Olivia beamed, her eyes shining happily as she recited the tale far more comfortably than he had, “He united Hoshido and Nohr, and under his banner they dived beneath the waves, cast down the fearsome Demon-Dragon, and reclaimed his forgotten Kingdom. And then… at the end of all things, after he’d finally reclaimed his homeland of Valla… it is said that King Corrin turned to his cousin Princess Azura, his first lover, the one who’d always supported him and guided him all that way. In gratitude for all she’d done and all he owed to her, he offered her anything she wished, begging her to choose whatever he could manage as a reward. When she heard that, Azura knelt at his feet and bowed her head down towards him. With her destiny at long last fulfilled, her land returned and parents avenged, the only thing she had left that she could request of her beloved King was the truest desire of her heart.
“And so, at her request, he bound her neck with a golden collar of unmatched beauty, and he gave her a place at the foot of his throne, as his consort and mistress, to perform for him alone. And then, forever after, even among all his many wives and Queens, Azura always had a place at his side and in his bed, dancing and singing for him at any hour, or pleasing him at any request. She remained always his only concubine and the sole entertainer he employed… And in all the tellings after, she’s always remembered as the most radiant jewel in his crown.”
Losing herself slightly in the retelling, and her own emphasis, Olivia was slightly breathless by the time she wrapped her story up, “It’s a beautiful tale, one of devotion, loyalty and love, a-and, and… I’ve always dreamed of a life just like that. I-I know for your story, it’d probably be Lucina or Tiki that would take Azura’s role… but, but if, in the future, when people are tal-talking about the Legendary Grandmaster Tactician and his harem, if t-they could mention me as his concubine, or even his exclusive courtesan, the mistress at his side among all his other wives… I’d be very happy.”
‘Lucina, or Tiki?’
Robin blinked, trying to follow how those two so-far unrelated girls fit into her narrative, as he followed the Dancer’s logic as best he could. Olivia had always been a slightly strange girl, if exceedingly earnest and gentle, she was someone he cared about deeply, a woman he loved, but this all took quite a bit to process, “But surely… if you’ve always dreamed of being a King’s prize, then Chrom wou-”
Forcefully shaking her head, Olivia instantly rejected that line of thought, “That’s not it at all! I-I don’t want just a King. Being royalty was the least important part of what made King Corrin the man he was, for most of his life everyone thought he was just a third prince, far from the throne. Most of his wives fell in love with him long before the truth of his heritage was revealed, and it’s said Azura’s heart was taken the moment she first laid eyes on him… It’s, it’s just the same as you, finding out you were related to the King of Plegia ha-hasn’t change how any of us think about you! Being a prince has nothing to do with your legacy; how you’ll be remembered or how we care about you.
“Royalty isn’t what’s important, I’ve always wanted… I want a man who’s confident and strong enough to build a harem for himself, wise enough to fill it only with women he holds dear and who hold a place in his heart, and who’s bestowed with such kindness that he will always bring delight to everyone one of the women surrounding him. I-I… I want a man like you, I want you, Robin!”
Hearing such naked ambitions laid bare before him, the Tactician found it a little hard to respond. Having already lost his sexual-zenlike calm, he couldn’t possibly escape just how surreal it was to receive such ardent, heartfelt wishes from such a shy girl, while simultaneously feeling two of her closest companions continue dutifully servicing his cock. Of course, that didn’t take away from how electrifyingly enticing it all was. For all that this new lifestyle took a lot of getting used to, he was long past raising even a single complaint about it. There was no denying that his life was getting better by the day, all that was left for him was to make sure to pay this happiness back to the women he loved.
“I’ve… I’ve never been confident enough to say it properly,” she admitted, losing her steam slightly, “But I’ve always seem the way so many of the women in our camp look at you, and how you’ve always been fighting with yourself over how to respond to them. I’ve always… always wished for you to just take them all into your arms. But I couldn’t ask you that, i-it wouldn’t be the same. It had to be something you wanted to do. A-And, I was worried you’d taken on those Ylissean sensibilities… like, like that silly idea of theirs that one woman alone could be enough to satisfy even a truly great man, no matter how great that man’s heart may be, or how many women may wish to be wrapped up inside it!”
Certainly, Robin had never heard of any kind of polygamy like what he and Chrom were attempting within Ylisse. It wasn’t something he’d previously ever given any thought to, but apparently that wasn’t true in the rest of the world… and apparently Olivia had built up some resentment towards it.
“I made up my mind when you told me how you wanted to help me build my theatre; I promised myself that the first performance I ever did would be The Song of the Lost Kingdom, about King Corrin and his wives, so, so I could show it to you, so you could see that there’s another way! But but you’ve really done it! Robin, you’ve fulfilled my greatest wish! I care for Chrom, of course I do, I respect him as much as anyone… b-but, Robin… When I picture the kind of man whose harem I want to dance in, I’ve always imagined his women smiling with the joy I can see right now in Cherche and Noire… T-They look delighted just to service you, and, and I’d be delighted to dance for you!” again, Olivia dipped her head down, bowing deep enough to press her forehead against the ground, “Please, take me as your concubine! Your mistress, o-or consort, or whatever title you wish to give me! I, ah, Robin, I can see clearly you love your fiancées, will you not share a portion of your heart with me too?”
“Of course, I love you as well, Olivia, that’s not in question here,” he loved her just the same as he loved all the female Shepherds. There was no need for him to belabour that point, she understood it and was overjoyed by it, for that was exactly what she’d always wished- not for a love she would hold tight to, all by herself, but a love she could share with all her closest friends, “I’ve just never thought of… Look, this is all new to me, and, having multiple wives is one thing but, a concubine? What about when you get pregnant? If we’re not married, you’d be a mother outside wedlock, you’d be disgraced!”
Again, she shook her head vigorously, immediately denying his words, “Only in Ylisse! O-Or, or in parts of Valm. In Ferox no-one would look twice, and in Plegia it’s expected. Even without a ring, so long as I bear your symbol around my neck, everyone will know my place.”
Left without anything to say, Robin could only stare. Even aside from how difficult it was to argue, given his current state, it seemed that Olivia had a counter long-prepared to any issue he could think of. This was more direct and more forceful than he’d ever even imagined from the girl, and he could only guess at just how many times she’d played through some variant of this discussion in her mind before.
He paused. Did he really even have a reason not to agree? This whole situation had been one crazy step after another, he was already far past anything he’d considered reasonable, did it really make sense to quibble over something like this? It wasn’t as if he didn’t want to have Olivia join them, he cared just as deeply for her as the other women, and he was as flattered by her admiration of him as he had been by Tharja’s. The feeling of wanting to protect her, to bring her close to him and make her as happy as he could manage, was just as strong for her as for any of his fiancée’s.
“Then, wh-”
“Mmh-huu,” predicting his train of thought, Cherche’s lips slipped from around his shaft with a wet pop, “I’m fine with it. It’s normal in Roseanne for a noble to have a concubine or two… well, that’s usually instead of having multiple wives though. But you’re a lot better than any of that lot.”
“Umm,” Noire similarly hummed her approval, removing her mouth from where it’d been sucking around the base of his cock, “I-I think it’s very romantic. You should do it, Robin. Ah! B-But you should fuck me first… Since I was here before her!”
From her position, lying still atop his bedroll Tharja gave a sigh of dissatisfaction. But, knowing her as they all did, it was notably not a deep sigh, nor one filled with all that much dissatisfaction
“Go ahead,” she added at length, breathing out a soft, shivering moan as she rolled over to face her lover, “I’ve already made my peace with sharing you. Hpmh, better another woman with you than Chrom at least.”
Her face was rosy red at that last comment, and not just from the still lingering afterglow ebbing through her. No-one among them had missed just how readily the gloomy, reticent Tharja had taken to their new relationship, nor her not-so-subtle excitement at seeing him with another woman. Rather than trying to pull Robin away to have him all to herself or waiting impatiently to have a turn with him all alone, she’d proven just as willing to join Cherche in the Tactician’s bedroll as her daughter, and more than happy to be lead to either of their tents. So long as he was involved, for all her fronts, it seemed Tharja was more than willing to accommodate- and the thought of having another girl around to accommodate with wasn’t one she was unhappy about.
And so. Finally. Without any more objections to make, Robin at last abandoned the resistance he’d really had no reason to maintain.
“Are you sure, this is what you want?”
“More than anything.”
He sighed, but it was mostly to hold back the excitement burning through him. A reaction that was clearly felt by the way his cock pulsed and throbbed, something both Cherche and Noire reacted happily to. After a moment, he’d mustered up the composure to play the part he knew Olivia desired from him.
“Very well. You’re my consort then?” he waved his hand, indicating the empty space around his tent, “So, go on. Dance for me.”
Flying to her feet with a joyous laugh, Olivia sprang into motion! And within a moment, the entire atmosphere of the tent was filled with the sheer radiant joy bursting from her every movement.
***
At Robin’s command, Olivia danced. And, because her dancing was always in support of those around her, her performance was attuned perfectly to the actions of those in the tent.
Her footsteps were light and airy when Robin hoisted Noire aloft, standing straight and holding her ass in his hands. Noire’s legs linked quickly around his waist and Olivia bounced around the tent, in time with her being dropped down the length of his shaft.
Her dance finished in time with the Tactician, but the followed him without pause, her tempo shifting and feet landing heavily on the floor in fast-rising pace, Olivia’s waist dipped and her chest shook in strong, forceful movements as Robin bent Cherche over his desk and drove himself into her with rough, hungry thrusts.
And then she was pitter pattering around his tent, twisting this way and that, lithely swaying her body and sliding her weight in alternating steps matching his pace when Robin pulled the Archer atop the Wyvern Rider, crashing his cock into each of them in alternating turns.
She danced quickly, with her hips swinging in full circles and her head falling backwards when Noire’s legs were pushed above her head and his shaft was driven directly down through her, pushing all the way to her womb.
She moved with a breath of desperation, letting her hands trace a beautiful arc through the air and her body shivering as in in hunger when Cherche collapsed face-first down into the bed-roll, despite still forcefully raising her waist up into the air and meeting his thrusts with still-needy hunger.
And, at the last, Olivia’s actions slowed almost to a stop and she remained in place, simply shifting and sliding her body in long, languid movements, as if to savouring every single instant, when Tharja pulled Robin back down to the bedroll and he made love to the still-exhausted Sorceress one final time beside her two equally spent companions.
All throughout, the girl’s moans and cries, as well as Robin’s own answering gasps served as the song for her performance. And, as she danced, and as the heated lust spread wildly through the tent, Olivia’s clothes were discarded along with her shame, until she was performing for the first time in her life, stripped completely naked before the man she loved, her body as much as her skills bared openly for his enjoyment. Her large, soft breasts bounced freely through the air, shaking hypnotically as she dipped up and down, and with every slide and slither of her waist. Her perfect, tight round ass swung and swayed drawing attention to even the slightest turn of her hips. Her bare, untouched pussy glistened with a wet sheen that was a dangerous enticement to any man. Every millimetre of her flawless, lightly-tanned skin was displayed shamelessly for him in an incredible contrast both to the bright-red blush burning across her cheeks and the dancer’s usual meekness.
Entirely caught up in her excitement, nervousness and lust, she took breaks only when they did and, all told, Olivia danced for more than two hours before all three of Robin’s fiancée’s were finally laid down together side-by-side in his bedroll, each panting with exhaustion and beaming dizzily with the same delight.
“Haaaaa… wow!” Robin sighed, sinking finally back into his chair with an equally exuberant smile, looking simultaneously far more relaxed and (especially given the way his still rock-hard cock again monopolised Olivia’s gaze) eager to continue, “That was incredible! I feel completely refreshed, even after all that. On the battlefield is one thing, but I never even dreamed your dances could feel so good while I was having sex, normally I would have needed one of Tharja’s potions by now.”
There was a dull ache in his muscles still, and he guessed he’d probably be sore tomorrow, but even after all the loads he’d already released into and onto his fiancée’s, still the fires of lust were raging hot within him, blazing hotter by the second with each moment he looked at her. Her smile matched his and they both understood implicitly, unlike when she used it to help them fight, tonight Olivia’s performance had been for him alone- every last inch of him had been stoked by her passion, and the unfamiliar heat of lust that was echoing through every one of her steps, leaving him aching for more, just the same as her.
“Now then,” he smirked, leaning back into the seat and spreading his legs wide, leaving his shaft -still dripping with all his other women’s accumulated juices- stretched out directly before her, “Do you still have energy for one more dance?”
Her heart was hammering far too loudly in her chest to even attempt to formulate a reply, so Olivia simply nodded frantically, her body already falling into motion from the instant his hands waved her over.
“Come then. Let’s make you a mother.”
“Ah!” even despite her excitement, she slid through the tent towards him with slow, deliberate steps, making it clear that she intended to perform for him till the end. Her waist swung from side to side before his eyes, her breasts shook lightly with each soft step, and the eager glint of juices he could see spread across her thighs all enticed him to the limits of reason, rising by each passing moment. “Th-Then, you intend to treat me the same as your wives?”
“Of course. You’re my personal entertainer, aren’t you? My only concubine. I don’t have a crown, but you’re surely the most radiant jewel I’ll ever own.”
She stumbled a step at his reply but Olivia was still undeniably graceful as she settled herself into his lap, and even as she then linked her arms around his shoulders, letting out a heavy pant as she slid herself up the full length of his shaft, until the tip of it was pressing hot and hard against her entrance, “Robin,” she breathed his name with a shivering breath, her eyes shimmering faintly as she smiled at him, “You know, I always hoped you’d have a wonderful large harem, one filled with all our friends… But, I now realise how foolish I was, that I was only thinking on the surface level. I… I understand now, it doesn’t matter how large it is, or who else is in it. I know I’ll always be happy performing for your harem because it’s for you. I love you.”
Leaning forwards, she met his lips with her own, surprising him once more by being the one to initiate their first kiss. She moaned softly as he pushed her mouth open with his own and shivered under his touch as he took hold of her waist, steadying herself in place atop him.
Breaking their kiss with a sharp gasp, Olivia sucked in a few hurried breaths, “I-I do-don’t know this dance.”
“That’s fine,” he answered, running his thumbs in gentle circles across over her hips, “I’ll guide you. Just go at your own pace.”
Leaning forwards, her lips joined with his once more and at the same time, she rolled her waist forwards, easing herself slowly down and spreading her entrance wide around the full girth of his cock, “NnnMMMM!” Squeezing her eyes shut against the almost overwhelming crash of sensations suddenly running up her spine, Olivia’s fingers clenched tighter around his neck and she found herself breathing out a heavy moan directly into Robin’s mouth as her pussy lips were spread open around him.
Even so, from the moment she’d begun, the Dancer’s body was always in motion.
She moved slowly, carefully and yet full of purpose, matching her movements to a song that’d begun playing in her head since the instant she’d given the Tactician her first kiss. Gently and softly, she swung her hips back. Gracefully and hungrily she slid them back forth once more. She moved only a few centimetres at a time, but each time her waist rolled forward, it dropped just a little lower, more so with every step. Even with his cockhead still just barely sinking inside her, both Tactician and Dancer were both already wrapped up entirely in the dance, matching the same tempo between them. Once, and again, they moved together, synched to a silent, private tune.
Swinging her waist forwards, sinking herself down, it was the moment the full head of Robin’s cock finally pushed inside her that Olivia’s composure finally shattered! The pain of losing her chastity speared through her but was immediately overcome by the feeling of her inner walls now being stretched out around him, leaving her feeling as if every inch of her body was suddenly ignited by the twinned sensations! Breaking their kissing with a startled gasp that quickly turned into a throaty moan, her strength gave out under the roar of bliss, and she collapsed against him, laying her head on his shoulder as her toes curled and her arms locked around with a desperation unlike any she’d felt before this moment.
‘Naga!’
“Hhha! Olivia, Are you alright? Do you need a-”
“It’s… incredible! L-Like a dream!”
The feeling of being wrapped around his cock, her inner-walls spread wider than she’d ever dreamed possible. Of her bare breasts pushing directly into his chest, her nipples tingling with each motion they made against his skin. With his body flushed and warm against hers, and his manly scent filling her senses. With his hands wrapped securely around her ass, and his fingers digging possessively into her flesh. She was now tasting the same ecstasy she’d seen his fiancée’s enjoying until now, and she loved it, her entire body felt like it was pulsing with joy!
The tempo in her head sped up, and Olivia didn’t miss a beat as her hips rocked backwards. Her eyes rolled up an instant in her head and her breath caught in her throat as she felt his cockhead scraping backwards and almost out of her pussy. But, a beat later, she rolled forwards again and took him deeper inside her than ever.
And this time, even if she’d wanted to, she couldn’t possibly have resisted crying out!
And now, as Olivia’s dance continued, it was her own unabashed, delighted moans that formed the song she performed to. Burying her head in his shoulder and hanging onto him out of instinct rather than strength, her soft, usually quiet, voice rang out higher and higher with each further length of his cock she took inside her, and with each new thunderous surge of pleasure!
Her thoughts were scattered, her mind felt like it was floating among the clouds and her body shivered at his touch. The only thing that she could possibly focus on was the timing and tempo that continued playing out in her head.
Inch after further inch of Robin’s shaft pushed up into her, and no matter how her tempo raised nor how wanton her voice became, her movements remained as fluid and graceful as ever.
She came the instant his cock knocked against her womb, and then a beat later as she took even more of his length into her, pushing even her innermost walls deeper into her body. But still she maintained her rhythm, even as her eyes glazed over and her legs trembled.
There was a pause, a momentary reflection in the middle of the song where the dancer would hold a pose, a beautiful image to be burned within the eyes of any onlookers. It was just long enough for Olivia’s half-shattered mind to recover enough to realise that she was now sitting with him sheathed fully inside her, the full length of his shaft stretching all the way through her pussy and forcefully spreading her deepest walls back and open around it. The pose, in this case, turned out to be the sight of the Shepherd’s shy Dancer, sitting in the lap of the man she now served, with her virgin blood pooling with her juices along her thighs and her head thrown back open-mouthed in a silent scream as she flew wildly through yet another peak, the full length of her tunnel throbbing and pulsing around the cock that was now dominating her few-remaining thoughts.
“So tight!” Robin gasped, his own mind spinning for a moment too as he felt her pussy wrapped almost painfully tight around him, “A-Amazing, Olivia!”
But he’d been swept up in her dance as well by now, and he could feel the same rhythm pumping through him. His hands, now shifted to holding and squeezing the delightfully soft curves of her tight, round ass, were already moving as she was, synched in time with her as Olivia’s pose collapsed down once more and her hips swung a long, deep beat atop him.
Clinging desperately around him, both with her arms and her tunnel, Olivia’s pulled back up almost half his length, verbalising her delight with a weak, throaty gasp, before rolling her waist forwards and driving herself down, once again. Until she felt his shaft pushing against her womb and spreading out her deepest walls, until her mind spun immediately through another orgasm!
The dance continued, slowly building from the earlier leisurely pace, and the Dancer’s voice supplied the music, rising in pitch and in desperation and delight as her gentle hands clawed at his back, as her large breasts bounced against his chest, and as her entire being felt like it was being overcome by his cock. She’d already submitted herself verbally and emotionally, it was only now as she felt every piece of her burning in ecstasy at these sensations, that she realised what it meant to give herself up physically as well. Her body grew even hotter, and she couldn’t keep the dizzy smile from her face, knowing she was already addicted to this, in just the same way she was sure his other lovers must be.
Robin could only admire the incredible performance he was witnessing! Despite having been a virgin until only moments ago, and in contrast to her usual meek nature, within barely a few minutes of having sheathed him inside her, Olivia was swinging her hips atop him with all her might! Screaming and gasping, clenching herself tight around him, moaning his name and all the while rolling her waist up and down his cock with a tempo that was building swiftly, harder and faster! And yet… through all of it, through all her ecstasy, her desperation and the unabashed affection pouring off her, no matter that she was pushing herself to what seemed like her limits, even someone as culturally ignorant as he could tell that this was never just raw fucking. Even as her pace increased, and even as her body lay almost bonelessly against his, unable to even hold herself up, Olivia’s form had never collapsed, and her motions -even the way her pussy coiled so wonderfully tight around him- were always graceful, always fluid, and always in time to the song that she was filling his tent with.
‘Gods!’ he marvelled. He’d always known Olivia was exceptional, of course, but experiencing her talent in such a direct, intimate way, in a way no-one else had, left him absolutely captivated, ‘What an entertainer I’ve fallen for!’
It would have been simpler for him if she was just wildly driving herself down onto him, then all he’d need to concentrate on would be bouncing her along his cock and shifting himself to make sure he hit her weakest spots. He was very familiar with that with his other fiancée’s and was confident he could make her just as happy. But as it was, rather than guiding her, he could barely keep up! It was impossible to predict a dance you’d never seen before but thankfully, whether it was purely instinct, some old memory, or just a reflection of how impressive his new concubine truly was, her “steps” felt somehow distantly familiar, and he was able to keep up with the shifts of tempo enough to match his pace to hers.
And, of course, to savour every last moment of doing so. It was nothing like anything he’d felt before, it was no better or worse than having sex with Noire, Cherche or Tharja, but a uniquely blissful experience that defied comparison.
“Robin!”
The pace increased even more as the performance headed to a crescendo, and this time Olivia didn’t have enough strength to match it, already it was taking everything she had to swing her hips down atop him as hard as she was.
“Olivia!”
But, of course, this dance was a duet and just as a male lead was there to support his female co-star, so too was any lacking power on her part made up for by Robin.
Taking a firm hold of her hips, Robin drove her harshly down onto him! The increasing pace was perfectly punctuating by Olivia’s now open-mouthed scream bursting into a high note, her entire body shivering under his touch as his cock slammed hard through her tight pussy to press forcefully against her womb.
Not allowing herself even a moment’s pause, Olivia swung her hips back and he assisted digging his fingers into her ass and almost lifting her into the air off him. Laying her head flat atop his shoulder, her fingers scrambled desperately around his back and her legs trembled as almost his full length was scraped roughly back through her tunnel, with Robin -of course- using the skill he’d gained with the time spent in the arms of his current fiancée’s to ensure he pushed up against her most sensitive spot, even as their pace increased.
A half-beat later her world exploded into the white light of another orgasm as she rolled her hips forward as hard as she could, and as Robin slammed her waist down with his own added might, driving his cock wildly through her yet again!
And again, and again, and again! Until the meek and shy, nubile and erotic, loving and loved, young dancer’s waist was swinging up and down atop the Tactician with a frenzy that seemed unbelievable from the gentle girl… And still, of course, their bodies came together in perfect harmony, matching her song of delight.
Moving this fast and hard, feeling her pussy coiling so desperately tight around him as her body writhed atop him and her voice rang out an ecstatic chorus, even if Robin had wanted to hold himself back, it would have been impossible. Instead, despite how much he’d already cum tonight, it was all he could do just to last out the end of their dance!
“Olivia! Ngh, g-get ready!” he grunted by way of a warning. There wasn’t any need to say more, she’d already made her intentions clear, and he’d already told her how this night was going to end.
“Pl-Please!” she replied, throwing her head back, and loosing the words as a high-pitched cry, “Ple-Please! I need it! Robin! Robin! ROBIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNNN!”
The dance hit its absolute crescendo, rising to a brilliant peak before instantly coming to a stop.
Submitting herself to the full power of the Tactician’s strength, Olivia’s hips were slammed down atop his cock. His full length speared into her, harder than ever before and stretching her tunnel even tighter around him as it swelled with his release.
Once again, the Dancer finished with a pose, a climatic finale stronger and more striking than before. But this time, it was of the Shepherd’s pink-haired maiden bent over atop the Tactician’s lap, holding weakly onto his shoulders and screaming in unmistakable joy as his length drove directly into her deepest, most sensitive walls! And, of her entire body stiffening, of her hands clenching and toes curling, as his cock unloaded inside her!
Cumming at the feeling of Robin’s cock stretching out the full length of her tunnel had become normal in the last few minutes of Olivia’s life. Along with any hope for rational thought, she’d long lost any possible count of how many times her body had squeezed tight around the Tactician’s cock as she floated through white-hot bliss. She was already peaking from the moment their dance had ended, adding in a sensation unlike anything she’d ever imagined, of load after thick, potent load of his seed shooting directly into her walls… was far more than she could possibly have handled!
His release flooded her womb, staining it heavily in his colours, and overflowed down the full length of her tunnel, splashing forcefully out down her legs as his cock continued twitching inside her, erupting even more ropes hot, viscous of cum into her over-stuffed pussy! She peaked, over and over again, higher with each time she felt his cock move inside her and more desperately with each time his load crashed into her walls.
It felt as if an inferno of pleasure was assaulting her, and her mind melted instantly as her body happily submitted to the ecstasy. Still bent over atop him, Olivia’s scream cut off in her throat, turning into a heady pant as her tongue fell free. Her eyes rolled back in her head as her vision glazed over, fading to nothing. And even her overwhelmed body ceased it’s trembling as the searing, joyous delight fried the last vestiges of her consciousness.
And finally, as the shock that’d acted as a façade of strength ebbed away, and she slumped over, collapsing into her lover’s chest…
…Right on the last moment, as she gave in to the pleasure and her mind, Olivia finally recognised the dance she’d been moving in step to all along.
‘Ah,’ she smiled, her dizzy, fucked-senseless grin turning into a much more innocent, wistful one for just a moment, ‘Azura’s heartfelt request.’
Of course. She should have realised instantly. It’d been her favourite performance ever since she was a young child.
And somehow, this too, felt like a dream come true.
***
Olivia didn’t know how long she was out for, but when she came back to reality, she saw she was still sitting atop the Tactician’s lap. Only this time, she was held against him, being cradled gently in his arms.
“Hhhaaaaaaaaannn… Robin...”
And, almost as quickly, she realised his cock was still sheathed fully inside her. And from the way it was pulsing against her now overflooded and oversensitive womb, she could tell he was just as hard as ever.
The feeling of just quietly and softly feeling his length resting inside her, and of it moving around, stretching out the full length of her previously-virgin pussy and scraping against her most sensitive parts wound up being so comfortable and so gently pleasant that it took Olivia several more moments to realise that she was now surrounded on all sides by the Tactician’s fiancée’s.
“A-Ah!” she gasped, looking from Cherche to Noire, to Tharja, and using her slowly recovering strength to quickly push herself out of her lover’s arms, “O-Ohha, s-sorry, I’m in your seat?”
“Not at all,” Noire shook her head, pushing gently down on Olivia’s shoulders and easing her back into place, “It’s your seat now too, just as much as any of ours.”
“Hmph, well… I don’t mind if you pass your turns to me…” Tharja was as prickly as ever, she wasn’t making any move to dislodge the dancer and there was no real malice in her voice.
Robin’s hands collected her once more, and they ran soothingly along her back, quickly silencing any protests Olivia may have attempted, “I told you already, I don’t intend to treat you any different from my wives.”
“There is one difference though,” Cherche added from behind her, “Unlike the wives, or well, fiancée’s for now I suppose, a concubine obviously isn’t going to get a ring.”
“Not that we’ve got one either…”
“Yeah…”
“I-I *ahem*, I told you, I’m working on it!”
“Well… I-I guess we’ve got your children… so that’s enough for now.”
“Hehe… Mmm, that’s true...”
“Anyway!” Olivia could practically hear Cherche rolling her eyes at that pointless tangent, “As Robin’s concubine, it wouldn’t be suitable for you to wear a wedding band. But, didn’t want you to feel left out, so, we talked a little while you were out and thought you should have something from us instead.”
“S-So you know you’re welcomed!”
“Tch.”
Blinking in surprise, and trying to keep up with the conversation (a feat made exponentially harder by the feeling of her lover’s cock shifting around inside her, and sending bolts of pleasure up her spine, with each small movement she made) Olivia suddenly felt Cherche’s hands around her neck, followed by a strange pressure and unusual weight.
“Huh?”
“Here, this is from me.”
A mirror was supplied a moment later, and Olivia blinked again at the sight, slowly reaching up she traced her hands around the beautiful leather collar now encircling her neck. Thin enough, both in width and height, to not hinder any movement yet comfortable against her skin and sturdy to the touch, it was clearly made with very high-quality materials.
Her first thought was that she’d been gifted one of Cherche’s wyvern collars, from when Minerva must have been a lot younger, but the deep purple colouring and the gold trim quickly clued her in that this was clearly custom made. Staring at her reflection, of the sight of her pink hair and white skin juxtaposed with the solid leather collar, Olivia’s heart caught in her throat and her cheeks burned red as her mouth fell open in surprise. There was even a loop at the front where she could hang Robin’s symbol, or where he could attach a lead to chain her in place at his wish.
“Thi-This is…” of course, she’d always intended to ask Robin to collar her, as was only appropriate. But she’d intended to give him much more time to adjust first, assuming he’d be too shy for something like this, “C-Can I really..?”
“Ah well, I picked it up on a whim really! I just thought it might be fun to try,” Cherche laughed, dismissing her worries with a soft lie, and not quite admitting who exactly she’d intended to wear the collar originally, “But, it suits you better anyway. If you like it, I’d be happy for you to have it.”
“Oh Cherche, I love it. Thank you!”
The soft moment was interrupted gently by the feeling of the Sorceress and the Archer pulling Olivia upright, and then leaning her back, drawing a heavy gasp from her as Robin’s cock slid around inside her and her world swam in place.
“Th-This might be a bit much bu-but…”
“This is from myself and Noire.”
Recovering slowly from the unexpected rush of pleasure, as well as accustoming to the shaft now hitting completely different point inside her, Olivia’s vision cleared to see Tharja standing to her right, muttering under her breath and surrounded by a small glow of purple energy. Much less than she’d ever seen from the Plegian on the battlefield, but unmistakably Dark Magic none the less. And, standing directly in-front of the mage, Noire was holding one hand clasped in her mother’s and the other hovering just a centimetre over Olivia’s bare waist, just below her stomach.
“A-Ah!”
The spell coalesced and the magic flowed into Noire, and then directly into Olivia herself as the snow-haired girls fingers slid down and began tracing a pattern across her skin.
She gave a start at first, jolting at the strange sensation, but there was nothing painful about it, just a dull and slightly pleasant warmth that spread through her. So instead, Olivia caught her breath and watched as Tharja continued to hum and Noire’s fingertips glided across her body, reaching almost from hip to hip, and from just above her crotch to just below her stomach.
After a few moments, the lines the archer drew atop her began to glow and connect together. And, interestingly, at least to the Dancer’s non-magical understanding, despite the method of application, the picture that began to form showed no signs of dissymmetry or unevenness, rather than painting it atop her, it seemed like Noire was summoning something already prepared into place.
“Hehe,” Tharja caught her look, as the spell drew to its and her concentration stopped, “I’ve been playing around with this for some time now. And you get to be the first to try it out…”
Shaking slightly with trepidation, Noire’s fingers withdrew slowly, almost tentatively, as if she was quadruple checking to make sure she hadn’t missed anything. And slowly, the glowing lines grew and formed in place over her, the gentle heat pulsing pleasantly through her core as the full image began to unfold.
“O-Oh! AH!”
Olivia gasped, jolting in place and giving a start once again as the full picture slowly emerged.
“Th-Tharja… Noire…”
It was just as she might have suspected. Glowing with a soft purple light, Robin’s personal insignia had been inscribed in place into Olivia’s skin, directly atop her womb. It was unmistakable what she was seeing, this wasn’t a drawing atop her body, nor was it a tattoo dug into her, it was a magical brand put in place as if it was a part of her.
“I-If this is too much, I-I mean, it’s a little extreme? I thought I might lik- b-but anyway, if it’s too much, I can still undo it!” Noire added quickly as the dancer stared, mouth agape at the symbol now cooling atop her. Nodding her head, she indicated a tiny thread of magical energy still held within her hands and linked down to the spell, as if to explain that a single tug would undo the whole thing.
“If you decide to keep it, it can’t be undone later,” Tharja cautioned her before she could speak, “It’s a symbol of your own desires so, it’ll react to those same wishes. It’ll only be visible when you want it to be… but it can never be removed. It’s a simple sigil, but a permanent one.”
“Wait, Tharja! Permanent? You didn’t say anything about that!” Robin was the one to protest now, “Come on, a collar is one thing, but isn’t this taking things a little too- Gah, look, Olivia, let’s get that off for now and think of somethi-”
Olivia’s hands shot out before any of them could even move. As fast as a snake, she caught Noire’s wrist and with a single moment, jerked her fingers open! The thin magical thread hung in the air for just a moment, before slowly dropping down, directly onto the dancer’s waist and then disappearing into the nascent brand.
“Ah-hhaaa, hhaaaaaaa!” The rush of warmth flowed through her again, and she threw her head back with a shocked moan, trembling and shivering in delight as the magic pulsed first through her body, and then converged in place atop her womb pulsing heavily through the insignia, “Gh-hhaUuua!”
Still hyper-sensitive from earlier, still with Robin’s cock twitching and pulsing hard inside her, still with her body igniting with lust at his every touch, and now with the unmistakable feeling of herself being sealed with his symbol… Olivia never stood a chance. Holding on weakly to Noire’s hands, and shifting her hips instinctively atop her lover’s waist, Olivia came hard! Again, and then again! Once again, her song of ecstasy filled the tent, and once again, her consciousness flew among the clouds.
“Mmm…Hmmmmm...”
This time at least, she came down a few moments later as the spell slowly ebbed away and any lingering magic -as well as any hope of removal- dissipated.
Robin sighed. Given how she’d been acting all night, he should have expected something this rash from her, no matter how difficult it was to think with his cock buried deep within a woman he loved. At the very least, with the sight of his symbol glowing a vibrant purple atop her skin, so visible it was practically a lantern -reacting to her desires as Tharja had said- he didn’t need to worry about any regrets from her. He could only hope that wouldn’t change.
“Huh, you were right. That really does look like quite the thing…”
“Hehe… of course. I don’t understand why you were even worried; is the child he’s already given you any less permanent?”
“Uh… mother… When, when you’ve got more ingredients, ummm…”
For his own sake, Robin decided to ignore his wives-to-be for now.
“Are you alright?”
Again, he was favoured by the sight of Olivia beaming up at him, meeting his gaze with an unabashed, radiant joy, so much that he could even see tears shimmering in her eyes, “N-Now everyone can see, that I belong to you!”
He sighed again. But then, even if he’d been slightly acting it up for her, that had been pretty much what he’d said.
“I love you Olivia, but… Make sure you treasure yourself too okay? Just as much as I do. Let’s take things a little slower than this, from now on…”
“Hehe… It’s fine m-my l-l-love… I know, I know as long as I’m with you I’ll always be happy! You’ve already made my dreams come true!”
He collected her in his arms once more, and she wrapped herself around him again, leaning forwards as their lips met together in another kiss. Longer, slower and gentler this time, savouring the shared afterglow and the moment between, the confirmation of everything they felt and wished for.
And this time, when they broke apart, it was to the soft and now very familiar sound of a number of small glasses clinking around them. Looking up, Robin wasn’t very surprised to see Tharja handing each of the girls a small vial of potion, very similar to the one she’d given to him in their first night. And of course, a moment later, he received one himself identical to that very memorable elixir.
‘Well,’ he grinned, popping the lid and quaffing the drink in one gulp, ‘Looks like everyone’s up for a big night.’
He, of course, had absolutely zero inclination to complain.
“What’s this?” Olivia asked, looking from the small pink draught she was now holding up to the women that were each draining their own.
“Hehe… We’ve finished with all that lovey-dovey stuff, and the night’s still young,” Tharja grinned an almost dangerously excited grin, showing absolutely no signs of her earlier fatigue. Wrapping her arms around the dancer from behind, her fingers toyed lightly over the brand covering the girl’s womb, “So before we leave tomorrow… let’s make sure you’re good and pregnant!”
Looking equally excited, fully recovered and as bold as she always seemed to be when around her lover, Noire acted first, hitching her leg over the Tactician and settling into place in his lap, facing Olivia and squeezed tight against her. Wrapping both her arms tight around the dancer’s waist, she turned back over her shoulder, “Can… can you lift us both to your desk like this? I-I w-want to try with Olivia this time!”
Gasping lightly at the sensation of the Archer’s enormous breasts pushing tight against her own, as well as the sight of Tharja and Cherche both obediently taking up their own positions, bent over their lover’s work-desk, Olivia could only laugh.
She’d finally found the harem-lord of her dreams, a man who could live up to her ridiculous fantasies.
She’d been accepted by him, given him her virginity and had sex so intensely wonderful her body shivered just thinking about it.
His wives had completely acknowledged her, leaving her not just collared in his colours but branded with his symbol, like something straight out a dream.
And now, all of them were about to drown in the kind of decadent hedonism she’d thought only really existed in stories. She was about to be fucked along with her long-time companion’s daughter, right beside the girl’s mother, and an otherwise proud knight.
Even in her wildest dreams, or most lurid imaginings, she’d never believed things could work out this well. More than just feeling wanted or desired, she felt loved, and she felt overwhelmed with the happiness and acceptance that surrounded her. Popping the lid of her own vial, Olivia drained the context in a single gulp, eagerly throwing herself into whatever wild excess awaited!
***
Meanwhile, on the far side of Robin’s now unlocked tent, unnoticed by any of the pre-occupied inhabitants, two pairs of very curious eyes were watching the show unfolding once again before them.
“Father… wow… So, it really is true…”
“Mother, that’s so… And Gramma Tharja too… Haahhh…”
And so, watching their father as closely as ever, the two young Tactician Apprentices learned a little more about the way of the world.
***
Chrom was early to breakfast the next morning.
Arriving not long after the second call, he was there well before most of the other Shepherds. He wasn’t as early as Frederick, of course, the Knight was cleaning up to leave before Chrom even came in. And nor was he as early as his wife, who’d left their tent and gone ahead of him several minutes ago. But then, neither of them had needed to well up their courage before doing something as simple as entering the meal hall!
“Ah…”
The Exalt sighed as he walked in the entrance, his entire body sagging with relief for a moment as he stepped through the threshold. Just as he’d feared, Robin was already there, taking his own meal, sandwiched between two of his fiancée’s as they took turns feeding him, just as comfortably as ever. It was a sight Chrom had been forced to grow accustomed too lately.
But, today at least, that vision was at least a welcome semi-normality. Because while he could see Tharja and Noire cuddled up against both of the Tactician’s sides, and he’d already met Cherche on her morning patrol around the camp, even when he took a second look over the slowly growing masses of attendees as they trickled in after him, there was no sign of Olivia anywhere to be seen.
Not that he’d expected there to be, of course!
There was no reason for him to have believed their shy, quiet dancer would suddenly have been clinging to Robin’s side like those others. But, after the discussion they’d had the previous night, and after the way she’d left in such a hurry… For the rest of the night, and for most of this morning, Chrom had been unable to shake the daunting premonition that he was going to walk into the mess hall and find a white-haired Inigo chatting with the other time-travellers. Inigo wasn’t here yet, as it turned out, but that wasn’t what mattered, what mattered was that the Tactician’s arms were occupied only with the women he’d expected them to be occupied by.
‘I’m really overthinking things.’
Cherche was a surprise of course, but everyone knew how Tharja felt about Robin, and while it was quite a thing to see his friend with both a mother and daughter together, it wasn’t all that shocking that Noire took after her mother. It wasn’t as if Chrom should have expected Robin to start laying his hands on all the women around the camp!
Really, he knew he was just far too self-conscious.
This whole thing had been a lot to wrap his head around, and he knew he hadn’t been doing very well on the whole harem front so far. In truth, Chrom wasn’t really sure what he was even doing, or what he was hoping to achieve, but having seen yet another woman with Robin -let alone one that Chrom always quietly thought might have carried a small torch for him- would have completely soured his morning.
He didn’t begrudge his friend, of course. If anything, he was happy for him… mostly. Ultimately, they were both trying to help the women who’d requested their support, and to solve the same issue, each in their own way. And he knew that Robin, more than any other man he knew, would ensure that any women who did choose to be with him were well looked after and truly happy.
But still! Happy for his friend’s evident success or not, even if Chrom wasn’t truly confident about touching another woman besides his wife, as a man, to imagine that the Tactician had already gone ahead and knocked up four women before he’d made even a scrap of progress with any…
‘Urgh…’
Groaning internally, Chrom quickly shook that thought away. It was hard enough watching Tharja and Noire each fawning over their shared lover, apparently without any conflicts from Cherche either. Just the thought of finding Olivia in that same position…
Well, he sighed, ultimately he hadn’t found her like that at all. And that meant he probably owed Olivia an apology for even thinking he might have. Given her personality, she’d probably be absolutely mortified at the very idea of being considered in that way!
Still, his mood brightened at that, and he made his way over to his usual spot at the head table, squeezing Sumia’s hand as an apology for leaving her to go ahead while he’d mentally prepared himself (she’d even gone ahead and prepared breakfast for him as well, what an Angel he’d married!) and settled down into his seat with a relieved smile, ‘Actually, I feel like my day’s getting better already.’
Sumia greeted her husband warmly, squeezing his hand in return, and she was most certainly cheered to see the relief on his face. It seemed he’d finally resolved whatever it was that had left him so tense this morning, and that was a relief for her too. But there was a strain in her smile all the same, and she couldn’t help but glower in dissatisfaction at the table before her.
‘It’s not fair,’ she complained internally, as she pushed the food around her plate without much of an appetite, ‘Okay, it’s perfectly fair… but this isn’t how it was supposed to happen!’
Robin had been in the mess hall when she’d arrived. And while there’d been nothing out of the ordinary seeing him talking to Tharja and Noire while the three of them filled their plates for the morning, she’d been stuck dead in her tracks watching him talking just as animatedly to Olivia. Not having expected anything like that, and thoroughly caught off guard, Sumia had simply fallen back on her routine, offering them all her usual cheery greeting and went to organise breakfast for herself and her husband.
However… by the time the Queen had settled down in her seat across from their small ensemble, Robin and his fiancées were already in place, already eating as normal… and Olivia was nowhere in sight.
When she’d looked around the tent, none of the other Shepherds seemed to have noticed anything, and when she’d raised the topic, Robin had simply told her he wasn’t sure, but that she’d seemed to have forgotten something in her own tent. The dancer was a quiet girl and not one who made her presence strongly felt, it was absolutely believable that she could slip out from the tent with a sudden need without any of them noticing.
…
Except, that what had stunned Sumia in place when she’d entered the tent wasn’t the sight of Olivia talking to their Tactician, but the vibrant purple symbol practically radiating from just below the pinkette’s midriff, nevermind the collar around her neck!
With that in mind, despite Robin’s explanation, it wasn’t very hard to guess just where the Dancer had actually gone. Especially when you considered the long white tablecloths their mess hall used, that reached down to the floor and conveniently hid anything suspicious from view. Sumia was well acquainted with that thought, she’d played around with it in her mind several times!
‘It’s unbelievable!’ she continued mentally, ‘Just last night she was having dinner with us, shocked about this whole affair. And now she’s wearing a collar and showing off his insignia!?’
Olivia had barely been able to even discuss the topic last night, and now she was here on her knees, enjoying her breakfast in a far more appealing way! She was envious, of course, but that was only natural. What woman would possibly be satisfied with bacon, eggs, or even any of the various soups they’d whipped up when the alternative option was a collar around her neck, strong hands on the back of her head and a thick cock down her throat!? She knew for sure where her preference was! Or, what it would be… she supposed. Chrom was the only man she’d ever been with, and she’d certainly never actually done anything like this with him. Really, this new situation was the first time she was actually letting her sexual desires run a little freer.
Of course, while she had never done anything like this, Sumia knew it wouldn’t be too difficult for her to engineer an identical scenario. Chrom would take some convincing, but other than that, she was very able to create a situation where it would be her on her knees under the table, sucking her husband off.
‘But… it wouldn’t be the same…’
She was Chrom’s wife.
As fun an image as it may be, to think of being on her knees, servicing him while he entertained their army… that wasn’t what she truly wanted, nor was it what Robin had right now. No. Sumia knew this for sure, as his wife, her place was at Chrom’s side, talking to him and teasing him while one of his mistresses serviced him! Of course, she wouldn’t be opposed to taking up that role herself, but without another woman to entertain her husband it wouldn’t truly be anything special… just a wife and husband playing sexual games in public. That was a long way from the true debauched harem life she envisioned!
She wanted her husband to stamp his claim on multiple women! To see him surrounded by hot, eager women aching for his seed! To walk through the camp and see her beloved comrades bellies heavy with his royal children!
‘Argh! I want what they’re having!’
Frowning at her food as she pushed it around the plate some more, Sumia couldn’t help but admit that Robin had exceeded her expectations once again. While she knew him far too well and respected him far too deeply to ever take their Tactician lightly, she’d never expected him to breed four women this quickly! And she’d certainly never expected him to collar someone like Olivia, let alone brand her with his symbol!
As a woman, there was no way Sumia wouldn’t react to that thought, it was an incredible image, and the sight of the Tactician’s insignia being so proudly borne by Olivia, his woman, was an incredible thought. Even she’d never considered anything like that, but now the image was in her mind, it was hard not to picture the full camp of Shepherd females, all hot, eager and thoroughly bred, and all bearing the same brand. “Ah.” Sumia swallowed, dwelling on that image but shifting it slightly in her mind’s eye, that was just all the more reason to spur her husband into action already! She didn’t know how he could do anything like that, but they could figure out a way, for sure! Tharja had doubtlessly assisted Robin, maybe she’d be willing to do the same for Chrom?
Squeezing her legs together, she pushed her food around the plate once again. All these thoughts had left her curiosity boiling over… And, before she did anything, she would need to verify it, wouldn’t she?
“Ah, oops!”
Feigning clumsiness, she made a show of accidently knocking her fork to the ground. And then, bending down below the table, after a moment’s pause to build her courage, surreptitiously lifted the tablecloth.
‘O-Ohh… Ah, w-wow…’ she gulped, drinking in the sight before her, ‘I’ll have to gently break it to Chrom later.’
Just as she’d suspected, right before her eyes was the unmistakable sight of the Shepherds sheepish, quiet Dancer on her knees, with her hands braced on the Tactician’s waist and her pink-hair bobbing eagerly up and down in place. And, judging from the way her hips were swinging back and forth before the Queen’s eyes as she worked, and the way her thighs were rubbing together… she was enjoying it just as much as Sumia had imagined.
With Olivia’s back blocking her view, there wasn’t much she could really see, but, judging from the distance she could see the Dancer’s head travelling, it certainly seemed like she was enjoying quite a mouthful.
‘Woah, she’s rea-’
“M-Milord! Milord Chrom!”
Sumia’s thoughts were suddenly snapped away, and she quickly jerked herself upright (just barely managing not to injure herself on the tabletop on the way) in time to see Frederick barrelling through the mess tent entrance.
“Frederick!?” Chrom was quick to his feet, “What’s wrong?”
“We’re under attack!?” Seemingly lacking the same reflexes, it took Robin several long seconds to match him.
“No! No, nothing like that. Sire, I was completing my morning patrol when I sa-”
“Hmm!” the Great Knight was suddenly interrupted by a cold sneer, and with it the joviality of the morning respite instantly vanished, “As I told you, Knight, I can make my introduction myself.”
Every single Shepherd in the mess hall moved to their feet, bodies tensed and hands reaching for whatever weapons lay within reach as an unfortunately familiar figure strode through the heart of their territory with a disdainful swagger.
“Ho, now this is quite the greeting! I’ve come all the way here to check on just how Plegia’s significant assets are being utilised in this campaign, and this is how you receive me? Oh, pity me, even my own brother is glaring daggers at me! Did I come at a poor time, or is this the famous hospitality Ylisse is so famous for Your Radiance?”
Chrom’s eyes were cold fury and his voice was no warmer.
“Aversa.”
***
Notes:
Wound up taking a lot longer than I expected with this one! Funnily enough, it’s actually the fault of having such a straightforward idea (Olivia’s always wanted to be in a harem, and so when she finds out what’s going on, she approaches whoever won and requests to join theirs). I was worried the chapter would be too small and too boring, so I wound up expanding it, and expanding it, and expanding it even more as I went! I figured it’d be about 8k words when I said I’d have it done in a few weeks, instead it’s ballooned to more than 20k!
The whole stuff about the dancing, Fates, and about the backstory for Olivia’s desire to join a harem all came as I fleshed things out a bit. I hope she didn’t feel out of character, or too bold for her role. I tried to justify why she was acting how she was. If you liked it or didn’t, I’d love feedback there. I wanted something original for Olivia basically, rather than Noire2.0 and I’ve read some really good lemons with her taking a submissive role like this, so I thought that’d be a good fit.
Anyhow, hopefully you liked it though, it moved the plot along quite a bit too. Now the second generation girls know what’s going on (and so I’ve stopped reducing their probability in the rolls after this one) and the rest of the first gen will be told soon (they’ve all had full chance to win this whole time so no difference).
We got a bit more insight into Chrom, a little more for Robin, some fun scenes with Lucina and Cynthia taking after their mother (don’t hate me for this, Sumia being super into this whole thing is adorable and her daughters doing the same is too imo!) and then and whole lot for Olivia!
And then, with Olivia’s setup I went heavily into the whole hedonistic debauchery. Please tell me if that was too far or if you liked what I’ve done here, I just figure all the wives getting on well is the best outcome, so having things evolve into regular orgys seems good! Do you like the submissive Olivia? What about the branding? Should all the girls get a brand like that, or just our cute little Dancer?
And now the fun stuff! I’ve actually got MULTIPLE POLLS for you this time! Isn’t that exciting!
Firstly, to business, as you’ve probably guessed with that setup at the end, Aversa is the next girl chosen to join the fun! Definitely an interesting outcome I think, and given the idea I’ve got for her, hopefully something fun regardless of which bed she ends up in! So,
Should Aversa reconnect with her brother, in bed, with his cum flooding her womb?
Or should she establish better diplomatic relations with Chrom, on her knees, with his cock down her throat?
You tell me: https://www.strawpoll.me/19177418
And on that note, just a quick and very simple poll because I know this is some people’s kink and others don’t care. I generally default to most of the girls being virgins, because a lot of people prefer it like that, personally I lean that way myself. But for ladies like Aversa that’s a little more hazy. Still, this is porn and it’s all for fun, so tell me which you prefer, should her lover be surprised to find she’s all talk, and has never actually gone all the way? Or should she have the experience to back up her attitude? (This poll may not be done by strict majority, depending how the votes go, I'll see what makes sense)
You tell me: https://www.strawpoll.me/19177425
Phew!
That’s a lott’a information and a lot of polls isn’t it? Sorry for being overly wordy, as always, any feedback, thoughts, suggestions, ideas, positions, groups, pairings or anything else is always welcome!
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