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A Change Of Tactics	By : JLDavenport Category: +A through F > Fire Emblem (all) > Fire Emblem (all) Views: 90775 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 5
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Lissa – A Grieving Friend
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Authors Note: Whew! Took a bit longer than I expected, but hey, the World Cup’s on! Japan beat South Africa in probably the greatest sporting upset in history. And the World Championship is on too! FnaaaticLETSGO!
Anyway.
There’s been some worries and they’re probably well founded. So let me just say now, before anything else.
Lucina is going to be fine. She’s going to have a happy ending.
I have literally zero sad Lucina scenes planned. There’s a lot of stuff going on and obviously a fair amount of it’s behind her back right now, but she’s far too smart to remain oblivious forever. Her finding out is a huge part of this story and a big turning point.
The happy ending part is true of every (main) character here. I got one review hoping for Robin to be miserable, and while I guess I can appreciate why…nope, sorry. Everyone’ll be more or less happy by the end of it. Everything’ll work out, just perhaps not quite how they expected it to.
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For almost as long as he’d known her, Robin’s relationship with Lissa had blurred the lines between the familial and the romantic, she was at times like a sister to him and at others a lover.
Their companionship stood strong over the years. He was at her side for the most critical moments of her life, watching her mature from a girl into a woman. She in turn, was there as the years turned him from a simple tactician to a living legend.
More than almost any of the other Shepherds, his death almost broke her, it was a loss she could barely stand.
It was through that pain and that love that Robin bound her to his side forever.
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“Just…stay still.” Tharja whispered, her breath hot against Robin’s ear as she kissed along the lower side of his jaw, her tongue slowly trailing circles down the left side of his neck, towards his chest.
With her naked body pressed warm against his, her breasts slid slowly down his side while her kisses slowly trailed lower and lower, her fingers beginning to tease across his stomach.
“Let us take care of you.” Lucina agreed, her own naked body hot against his right side as she trailed an equally soft pattern of kisses down his neck, hooking her legs over his and letting him feel her pussy sliding hot and wet down him as her hands linked with Tharja’s in tracing across his stomach.
“I-Ahn.” Robin gasped, leaning backward into the bed, his words failing him as he simply watched, transfixed. “Hahaa, o-okay!”
If he’d had more to say it was quickly forgotten as Lucina’s hand danced over his thighs and wrapped gently around the base of his shaft.
“Mmm, I’ll never get tired of feeling this.” Tharja’s voice was low and sultry as her own hand joined Lucina’s, their fingers intertwining and working in tandem to slowly, tenderly, stroke up and down his length.
“It was…a little scary at first.” Lucina admitted, her eyes still never leaving his as her tongue trailed along the hard muscle of his abdomen, and slowly, ever so slowly…further down.
“But, now-” she continued, smiling at him as their interlinked hands squeezed gently around his cockhead for a moment before sliding gently back down. “Now, I couldn’t live without it.
“G-Gods…” Robin gasped, arching his back in anticipation both women continued to slide further down, their mouths kissing lovingly across his inner thigh. Panting, he almost cried out as their hands released his shaft, their tongues moving to dance lightly around the base of his length.
“G-Gods!” He panted, “Sweet Naga…” Being so suddenly released from their touch, it was almost agonising!
“Mmm, just enjoy it love.” Lucina laughed, her eyes still gazing lovingly into his, even as she paused, drawing back for one terrible moment, before laying her mouth directly on the side of his cock.
“Heh…heh…hehe…” Tharja giggled darkly, watching him shudder in response before reaching out and draping her hands gently around Lucina’s head, placing her own mouth wet along the base of his cock, her tongue wrapping around his lips and dancing against Lucina’s.
“Mmmm.” The other girl hummed happily in response, her hands cupping Tharja’s in return and gently stroking her cheeks. Deepening her kiss on Robin’s cock, she could feel the dark mage’s full lips pressed lightly against her own.
“G-Huaahhh, haaa!” Robin panted raggedly, his hips bucking automatically as the two girls continued to kiss around his cock, their tongues touching and teasing while their lips held him softly in place between them.
Dragging herself slowly up his pulsing length, Lucina’s tongue pushed further out, tracing along Tharja’s lips as she pulled the other woman closer towards her.
Moving around and kissing harder against the underside of his cock, Tharja’s lips sucked hard on Lucina’s for a moment, her hands running softly through the princess’s silken blue hair.
It was only when they reached his glans, holding him gently between them, that their mouths finally met fully, their tongues and lips teasing around his length in a warm three-way kiss. Moaning into him, both girls pulled the other closer, their movements coming faster and breath hotter with each passing moment.
“Gods, I- It’s good! Keep going!” Robin stammered, beaming and gasping at the unbelievable sensation as each woman took turns taking his cockhead into his mouth, suckling it for a moment before releasing it to the other.
“A-Are you…are you getting close love?” Lucina whispered, looking up at him a moment before bending down and pressing her lips warm against Tharja’s once more, her tongue pressed hard against the underside of his length.
“You don’t need to hold back.” Tharja added in loving assurance as she released the cockhead back into Lucina’s mouth, leaning down and dragging her tongue down his length. Staring warmly up at him, her eyes never left his the entire way down, not until her lips were pressed hot against his aching balls.
Releasing his cock with a small pop, Lucina smiled excitedly up at him. “Cum for us, dear. We…we want it.” Breathless in anticipation, she paused for a single moment before opening her mouth wide, leaning down and taking his length inside.
Inch by wonderful inch she sank down, holding her hair back and repositioning to allow more and more of him to fill her mouth. Then, without even a moment’s hesitation, she suddenly sank down, swallowing his length entirely into her throat. “God’s! Lu-Lucina!” He gasped, rearing back at being suddenly enveloped by her. Carefully constricting her throat around his length, she held him tightly in place, her tongue moving slowly across the base of his shaft.
Grinning, Tharja moved instantly to match the other woman’s movements, sucking harder and harder on his balls as she slowly opened her mouth wider…and wider.. “Th-Tharja!” Until she’d taken one in entirely! Slowing, she pushed it gently around her mouth for a moment before releasing it with a loud slurp and turning her attention to the other.
Taking the lead, Lucina slid backwards, working her way back up the length of his cock until she was left with just the head in her mouth once more. Pausing for a single agonising moment, she waited until she heard him groan in desperate need before finally leaning forward, bobbing her head eagerly up and down his entire length. At first she acted only to ease his shaft into her throat, but with each movement she swallowed him faster and faster, the pace quickly driving him toward his limits.
“N-Naga! G-Gods, I can’t hold it!” Robin gasped, desperately fighting back the urge to just grab her head and thrust into her as his body shook against the twin sensations.
He wasn’t used to being so passive, but even just lying back and relinquishing control, he could barely stand it, it was incredible!
The sight of it alone was beyond comparison, looking down at the two women servicing his cock with everything he had, he could hardly believe what he was seeing. The reserved Lucina eagerly taking his entire length down into her throat, loud, wet sounds echoing around the room each time her lips greedily sucked him in. The proud Tharja caressing his balls with every ounce of love he’d ever imagined from the dark mage, her eyes shining with devotion as she placed the gentlest of kisses across his sensitive flesh.
Gods! He’d never experienced anything like it! The feeling of Lucina’s throat wrapped securely around him, her tongue pressing hard against the underside of his cock each time she swallowed him.
Naga! And contrasting Lucina’s intense pace, was Tharja’s mouth, gently teasing or suckling on his balls, making his whole body shudder with the way she swirled her tongue around them.
There was no way he could hold back, even if he’d wanted to!
Tharja noticed instantly, her own pace rising as she felt the pressure building. Lucina answered a moment later, noisily drinking down his precum, driving his cock even faster down her throat.
“Keep going!” He ordered, arching his back as the pressure built to unbearable levels. His cock throbbing, orgasm barely moments away. “I-I’m gonna! I’m! I-”
Jolting forward off the mattress with a violent gasp, his eyes flew open and the dream half faded. “I-Uh-Huhaaannggggg!”
He had just barely enough time to see Lucina’s blue hair between his legs, her lips pressed hard against him – having taken him right to the bottom of his shaft, before his head spun, his vision swimming as his release finally exploded.
“GHAAAAHhhhaaa…!”
Sucking in deep breaths as he panted, Robin was left sitting paralysed as the pleasure seared through him, feeling his cock spasming desperately against Lucina’s hold, spraying load after load directly down her throat.
“Haah-haaa…” It took him almost half a minute to realise that Tharja was no-where to be seen and that the gentle pressure around his balls was coming from the soft touch of his fiance’s gentle hand, that Lucina alone was doing her best to wring him dry.
“I-Hah… Woah.” He panted, falling weakly back onto the bed as he slowly gathered his bearings. “T-That’s some way to wake me up.”
“H-heh.” She giggled, gently sucking the last of his seed of his shaft as she slowly released it. “Did you like that?”
“Y-Yeah… Yeah, of course. ”
“Mmmm. Sorry, I couldn’t help myself.” She admitted happily, planting one final kiss on the head of his cock before wiping her mouth clean and wriggling up beside him. “I could feel you against me when I woke up. You seemed very happy.”
“Well…it was quite a dream.” He teased, planting a soft kiss on her forehead in gratitude before swinging his legs out of bed.
“You’re leaving already? It’s still early.”
“Better I do.” He laughed, looking around the room for where his pants had ended up. “Unless you’d rather your sister wake us up again?”
That moment, the sight of Cynthia walking unannounced into her sister’s room first thing in the morning was one he wouldn’t soon forget. Thankfully for all involved, they hadn’t been intimate at the time…but still, it hadn’t taken anything more to convince Lucina she needed a lock on her door. What had happened since then Robin hadn’t been privy to, but the former Exalt had someone managed to guilt the Pegasus Knight into keeping their relationship secret.
“Robin…” She sighed, ignoring his teasing as she slipped out of bed, wrapping herself around his back with a worried look on her face. “Are you going to be okay today?”
“Lucina… I-”
He knew what she was asking…but that wasn’t what his mind went to. Instead, her words brought him back to reality, they reminded him that today was the day. They reminded him what he had planned.
Today, of sound mind and with no possible explanation, today he was going to attempt to seduce Lissa.
Suddenly the ground opened up before him and Robin found himself staring from atop a precipice. His heart thudded furiously in his chest at the reminder, and in that moment, with Lucina holding lovingly to him, Robin knew, as well as he’d ever known anything, that this was the final moment.
This was the moment that would decide his future.
He’d cheated on her for an entire week. Intended to confess his situation to her for an entire week. Planned out what he would say for an entire week…held his silence for an entire week.
This was his last chance.
Two paths stretched out before him. Neither was right. Neither was easy.
“I’ll be fine.” He answered finally.
Had that always been his decision?
“You should worry about your father, you know how hard it is on him.”
“Of course.” She sighed. “I just…if you need me?”
“I do need you Lucina, I always need you. Everything I do…it’s for you.” He forced a laugh, feigning the same light-hearted manner as before. “But today, Chrom needs you more than I do.”
Relenting, she squeezed him one final time, pressing her lips against his cheek, her words coming out as barely even a whisper. “No-one blames you Robin.” It was a simple, sincere, statement, a heartfelt sentiment.
It was never difficult to remember why he loved Lucina. Moments like this served only as an unnecessary reminder.
She never repeated those words, never justified them or argued them, she never wore them out. She knew, just as he knew when he said similar words to her, that he didn’t believe them, that they didn’t matter.
But she said them still, because they were true to her and she loved him.
“Thank you.”
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‘I didn’t tell her.’
He managed to keep calm all the way back to his quarters, carefully shutting his door behind him before collapsing onto his desk chair, holding his head in his hands and suppressing a scream!
‘I didn’t tell her…Gods… What am I doing!? Sh-She doesn’t deserve that!’
He loved Lucina beyond words, she was the woman she wanted to share his life with. He knew that, it remained true even after he’d begun sharing his bed with other women.
‘How can I hide this from her!?’
Lucina didn’t deserve a fiancé that snuck around behind her back, one that betrayed her trust! She was incredibly understanding, an amazing woman, if he’d just told her, she would understand… She would…
‘How can I possibly…how can I tell her…’
He sighed, his heart wracking painfully as he heaved a sigh.
He hadn’t told her, he couldn’t tell her, because she would understand. She would force herself to. She was one of the most dedicated, loyal, people he’d ever met, if he explained everything, if he brought in Tharja and talked trhough what had happened to him…
She would be shocked, stunned, heartbroken, even mortified…but she would accept it. Even as it crushed her.
But she would force herself to understand.
Because that was the kind of person she was. She would suffer through it, never doubting that it was the right thing to do, just as she’d accepted so much pain for the sake of others already. She would force herself to accept him leaving her, him seeing other women.
‘She’d do it, even as it tore her up inside…’
If she believed it to be justified, there wasn’t a pain Lucina wouldn’t endure. Self sacrifice was hardly new to her.
‘I can’t… I can’t taint this…’ Even putting any ego aside, he knew how important their relationship was to her, how much she’d changed to let herself love him…to let herself be happy.
Telling her about his instincts, about what he’d already done…telling her she would never be enough for him. Telling her that if she wanted to be with him, she would never have the fairy-tale relationship she wanted…
Gods.
“Godsdamnit!”
It should be easy! The easiest thing in the world!
You love a woman, you marry her, you stay true to her! Nothing could be simpler.
If you mess up, you come clean, you beg forgiveness, you ask for understanding or compassion! He knew that! It was the most basic thing!
“Gods…godsdamnit…”
‘So…am I staying quiet to protect her?’ He scoffed in bitter self loathing. ‘Or because it’s easier just to hide it?’
Truly, he didn’t know, he didn’t have an answer. Perhaps one, perhaps both.
‘I can’t hide this forever, perhaps not even for long… She’s too smart for that.’
That thought should have worried him more than it did. But, he was a tactician. As much as he hated himself for it, he already had a plan.
Now, he was stuck, his course was set. Things would only escalate from here. By not telling her now, he could never tell her…not until, until the situation changed.
‘I will. I will solve this.’ He promised himself. One way or another he had to. ‘And… I won’t marry her. Not until she knows.’
Accepting that was painful beyond words. He’d wanted Lucina’s hand for so long…to just be with her, with only her… But it wouldn’t be fair, he couldn’t lock her into a commitment unless she knew exactly what she was getting into.
Sighing, he let it go. That dream was just another sacrifice he had to make, to set things right.
“It’s too late to worry about any of this.” He reminded himself. Forcing his breathing to steady, and his mind back to the task at hand.
The choice had been made. His path was set.
He’d learned long ago not to dwell on regrets or what could have been. He would protect Lucina, even from himself and the terrible choices he would make to keep her happy. That was how a tactician acted, always with the end goal in mind, always weighing up the consequences, the price of any plan.
He would give her the relationship she deserved.
No matter what he had to do to achieve that.
For now at least, his next step was crystal clear. The dream this morning was only the latest sign, now that he knew what to look for, it was unmissable- the instincts within him were re-igniting. For now they were still quiet, still only embers, but there was no doubt they would only get worse as more time passed.
He already knew the consequences if he didn’t act, he’d seen first-hand the repercussions to himself and those he loved.
Today was the day. The day he would finally settle a long awaited resolution. Chuckling at the fast rising anticipation, his heart raced just thinking about what was to come.
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Without anything else to do in the meantime, and knowing this would be the only moment he’d have to pay his respects, Robin arrived early to the service.
Emmeryn’s day. The anniversary of the previous Exalt’s death, a celebration of the sacrifice she made that saved two nations.
An annual reminder of his failure to the royal family.
Even now, years after her death, it remained a difficult day for the people closest to him. He wasn’t surprised in the least to see Chrom already present, standing solemnly in-front of her memorial and looking now, in this private moment, as small and weak as Robin had ever seen him.
It would pass, he knew it would, just as it had so many times before. Still, it ripped at his heart, just as it always did.
‘My fault.’ It didn’t matter if no-one blamed him, that didn’t change the truth.
He stepped quietly into place beside his friend, giving him time to finish his thoughts and acknowledge his presence.
“Nice day for it.” Chrom spoke finally, his voice only slightly strained. “Warm, bright…she’d enjoy a day like this.”
Robin nodded.
It didn’t seem fitting. This was a day for mourning, a day of pain and sorrow, by any logic it should be pouring with rain, as if the heavens themselves still wept for her departure. Or perhaps, freezing, as if the world itself remained chilled by her passing.
Instead, it was warm, pleasant, with barely a cloud in the sky. A perfect day. Perhaps one suitable for reflection on how far they’d come, or to reminisce about happier times with her?
He didn’t know. Having only barely known Emmeryn, he’d always been an outsider to the pain of her loss. He mourned her just as anyone mourns the passing of a truly great person, but the ache of his memory was always of the grief and anguish his failure had brought upon the people who had given him everything.
He could never undo that. No matter his success, no matter his achievements. He could never give them back their sister. That was his reflection, his truth.
“It’ll be a good service.” He spoke finally, pushing away such thoughts for the moment. “Father Boyde comes very well spoken of.”
“Boyde?” Chrom looked over, raising an eyebrow in surprise. “Not Libra?” As the Shepherd’s cleric, he’d been the one given the honour of holding the previous Exalt’s memoriam in past years.
“No, well, he’ll be in attendance of course. But, he felt it would be…inappropriate. You know, since he left the faith.”
“What? That’s crazy, he’s still a priest.”
“Well, er, sure, in the general sense I suppose.” Meeting Naga had trigged something of a crisis of faith in the man. Seeing your Goddess both admit she wasn’t all powerful and that she had no wish to be worshipped by men had been a shock, one that had ultimately culminated in him abandoning strict Naga worship and instead focus on teaching the gospel of the Godly pantheon.
“Anyway, the point is, he’s not a Naganite anymore, and Emmeryn was. He thought it would be disrespectful to her.”
“He just about gave his life trying to save her.” Chrom snorted. “She wouldn’t care a thing about what faith he followed, she was never worried about any of that nonsense. So long as they were a good person she wouldn’t mind even if they were a Grimleal!”
“Oh?” Robin laughed. “Should I ask Tharja to lead it next year then?”
That finally got a good response. Pausing in place, Chrom’s entire body shook for a moment before he leaned back, roaring with peals of laughter and suddenly looking much more like his usual self.
“Yes! Yes, do that!” He declared, slapping Robin on the back for good measure. “Gods save us! But, if anyone can convince her it’d be you. It’d be a riot for sure, and I know Emm would be laughing along with the rest of us!”
“Right! And damn anyone who complains?” Robin grinned with him, easily getting caught up in the Exalt’s momentum. “Right then, I’ll talk to her about it later.”
“You know…” Chrom added slowly, the excitement draining from his voice as he turned back to the tombstone. “I was thinking it when you came in, this is, it feels like the first time that I’m here, that I’m completely here.
“Gods.” He sighed, “Five years…five years and it feels like this is the first time I’ve been truly able to just…just stop and remember her.”
Robin waited silently, giving his friend a moment to collect his thoughts.
“At first there was the war. And then, we were just so busy rebuilding, then the wedding, then Sumia’s pregnancy and Lucina being born… And then, another war and another after that….”
“I died.”
“Y-Yeah.” He didn’t need to see the man’s face to see the grimace there, no doubt holding more than a few pained memories. “It was only shortly after-after that last battle. We were in shock still, all of us.”
“I…I’m sorry.” He rarely apologised for his death. It had been the best solution. But even so, he’d never wanted to hurt his friends. The timing certainly hadn’t been ideal.
“I just…there was no time.” Chrom sighed. “Things kept happening, something new always came up. Time never stopped.”
“It never does.”
“It should have! Gods, it should have. For you, as much as for her…it should have.”
Sighing, Chrom shook himself from the melancholy. “It doesn’t hurt as much anymore.” Time had passed, they had all moved on. The wound would never truly heal, but it had at least faded.
“That’s not a bad thing.” Robin spoke of the guilt they both felt at that feeling.
“Yeah.” Chrom agreed, looking over his shoulder with a surprisingly light-hearted smile. “Yeah, I know.”
The moment passed and silence returned, but at least it was a companionable silence, the silence of true understanding, two friends quietly mourning something irreplaceable, even if not the same thing.
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It was sad, Robin thought some time later as the service began, how easy it seemed to be to overlook Lissa.
The pain was subtle, he’d noticed. For both the royal siblings, everyone seemed to have assumed that after so much time and after seeing them happy- day after day, that the grief must be largely gone.
It was only natural of course, with all the added burdens of his role, that all eyes would turn towards the Exalt, to see how he was coping. There was nothing surprising about that, Emmeryn’s death had been a huge loss to Lissa, but to Chrom it had meant also a change to every part of his life, their burdens were not equivalent.
But beside Chrom –as always- stood Sumia, the same woman who had seen him through every step and every stumble in his recovery. They were flanked, a short distance away, by Lucina and Cynthia, each shifting their weight awkwardly as their eyes turned towards their father.
And, Lissa, barely a few metres to Chrom’s right, stood alone.
Her own family, Lon’qu and Owain, had both been delayed in Regna Ferox when the roads flooded for the summer. Maribelle stood beside her own husband some distance from the royal section and Frederick, beside his wife, stood even further back.
None of them were acting out of malice, nor even negligence. If any of them knew, how much this day still meant to Lissa they would be with her in a heartbeat, he knew that.
But they’d seen her through it before, day after day, year after year, each time as fine as could be expected. It had been almost five years, they’d seen her mourn Emmeryn, avenge Emmeryn, and ultimately recover from Emmeryn’s loss.
As far as anyone knew, her anguish had faded.
Because, unlike Sumia, none of them had walked that path beside her. None of them had seen the sorrow she hid, year after year, each time the memories returned.
Because he had.
Maribelle would notice first Robin guessed, probably within the next few minutes she’d abandon Gaius and be at her friend’s side.
He moved instead, stepping forward smoothly from his own position at the rear of the royal section and placing his hand gently on her shoulder. “Lissa. You okay?”
Turning to face him, her shaky smile became one of relief. “Robin…” She sighed, pulling his hand from her shoulder and holding it tight against her, clinging to it with both hands. This was what she needed, he knew that. There were few outward signs, she didn’t wail or cry, her tears had long since been shed, She simply ached. She simply needed him to be there for her, to feel the security of their familiar companionship.
Leaning against him, Lissa didn’t let him go for the rest of the service, finally turning and burying herself in his chest as the speeches reached a peak.
As near as Robin could tell, Father Boyde had done as good as job as he’d expected. There’d certainly been plenty of flowery words and comforting metaphors, it seemed appropriate in honouring an Exalt’s legacy. But then, he’d only barely paid any attention to it. Feeling her shivering against him, he doubted Lissa had listened much more.
“Come on, let’s get you back home.” He whispered, rubbing her back softly as everything finally began to wind down.
She nodded stiffly into his shirt, and so, after mouthing a silent goodbye to Chrom, he gently pulled her away, giving her a moment to return to pressing his arm against her as they walked back to her quarters.
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“I’m so glad you’re back.” Lissa whispered, releasing him only long enough to lock the door behind them.
“Gods. Last year…you, you were gone.” She continued, grabbing hold of him and laying her head on his shoulder. “It was so soon after… I couldn’t stand it, couldn’t take it.”
Chuckling ruefully, she pressed her lips softly against his neck, her mouth kissing warm under his jaw. “I’m so glad you’re back.”
“Lissa…” He sighed her name, his arms instinctively wrapping loose around her, only just tight enough that she could feel against her the effect her presence held on him.
“Mmm. I missed this.” She moaned, squirming in his light embrace and moving her mouth to his, her tongue teasing hips lips open before sliding inside. “Mmm, I-ah, I missed you.”
“W-Wait” He gasped, letting her close the distance once more, raising the tempo of their kiss for a moment before pushing her back. “W-Wait, Lissa! I-no! We-we can’t.”
Despite his protests, their mouths came together again, need and urgency slowly kindling. “We…We can’t do this.” He repeated.
“Robin… Please.” She groaned, clinging tighter to him pushing greedily against him, trying to silence his complaints.
“L-Lissa…you’re married.”
“I-” Finally she paused, her grip didn’t relent, but her head fell limply into his chest. “I know, I know that…but, just…”
Tugging at his cloak, she pushed herself needily against him, desire and pain overriding her conscience as her lips rose light against his neck once more. “Being with you, it-it helps… Robin, I know, I know you’re hurting too. Just a little, just tonight…just until it feels better…”
Their lips met once more, and this time he held her tight in her arms, feeling her lithe body sliding hungrily against his hard length.
“N-No. I…” He forced out, pushing her away a step once more.
Closing his eyes, he took a deep breath. “I don’t want that. I don’t want…this.”
Accepting his words, this time she didn’t move after him. Visibly restraining herself, Lissa nodded, forcing a weak smile as she did. “Because of Lucina? Th-That’s good, yeah. Yeah. You’re right we sho-”
“No.”
Stepping forward again, his hands cupping her face silenced the shaky assurance.
“No. Not because of Lucina. Because of you.”
Held captive by the intensity of his gaze, as much as by the comforting feeling of his hands warm around her cheeks, Lissa could only stare back. Surprised by his words and transfixed by his actions, she couldn’t move, not even as his thumb brushed over her lips, his lips following a second later, pulling her into a small, gentle kiss.
“This isn’t want I want.” He repeated in a whisper. “I don’t want only to be someone you come to when you need to feel better. I don’t want to hold you only a few days a year. I want… Lissa, I want what I’ve always wanted. To be there anytime you need me, I want you to come to me anytime you desire me. I want to come to you anytime I desire you.”
Her mouth fell open, but no words came out. His fingers stroked her face gently for another moment and he pulled her again into his arms, into a softer, deeper, embrace.
“I died and I returned. I know what I want. I’ve got no doubts left.” His voice was unwavering. “I want you to be mine.”
“R-Robin…” She gasped, face burning red at his sudden proposal. “I-I…But, I’m married.”
This was one thing. What he was proposing…an affair, a relationship… She didn’t know how to even being to respond.
“Lissa.” He released her face, pulling her into a tight embrace once more. His need clear against her, and her own shown in every shudder and shiver she gave. “Can you really tell me you only think of me during this time of year? That you never desire me otherwise?”
“I-Er, ah… R-Robin!” She couldn’t meet his eyes. She could only whimper as his hand slid down, cupping her ass and squeezing it gently.
“I desire you always.” He whispered, his mouth barely an inch from her ear as he continued to whisper the words he knew she couldn’t resist. “I want you. I know you want me too.”
“W-What about Lucina?” She stammered weakly, her voice hitching with barely restrained arousal.
“I love Lucina.” He confirmed, leaning back and staring unflinching into her eyes. There was no point hiding it now. “But what I feel for her doesn’t change what I feel for you.”
“I-”
“Does your marriage to Lon’qu change your feelings for me? Do you truly desire me only to ease your pain?”
“I-hah, of course I want…I.” Gulping, she hesitated, swallowing her words and looking away.
“I do.” Her words came softly, a guilty admission. “I do think of you, even-even throughout the year, but… But, I-That’s- I can’t just… Robin!”
“You were ready to be with me barely a moment ago.” He whispered the accusation, pulling her ass harder against him, feeling her squirming against his length once more. “I’m only asking that we continue, that…that you let me be more to you than just a source of comfort.”
Flushing guiltily, Lissa struggled for words, and once again his lips smothered any objection before she could even think to raise it. Yet, even despite her doubts she neither complained, nor resisted, her mouth accepted his tongue eagerly, and gently the passion between them was tendered ever higher.
“I won’t pressure you.” He sighed, grinning at her whimper when he pulled away, releasing her and moving toward the door. “It’s your choice. I just wanted…wanted to make my intentions clear. I’ll always be here for you either way, no matter what. However I can help.”
Biting her lip, Lissa looked away, her hands balled into fists and a thousand warring emotions crashing through her heart. “I don’t…I don’t know what to say.”
“You don’t need to say anything, not now. Take as much time as you like.” He nodded, stepping out the room. “But, if you need anything. If I can help at all… I’ll be in my room. Okay?”
“O-Okay.”
Offering one last warm smile, he left. Closing the door behind him and re-adjusting his cloak into place on the way back to his room.
‘That went well.’
Furiously clamping down on his surging elation, Robin’s composure was hard fought. “Gods.” His breath was coming fast now, his heart slamming loud and his chest all but bursting in excitement. Stepping into his own room and collapsing onto his bed, he finally let his composure break, laughing and shaking.
It was incredible! No different from the rush he’d had on the battlefield so long ago, the feeling of out manoeuvring your opponent, predicting what was to come and manipulating their actions!
The exhilaration of his strategy coming to fruition, of every step working exactly as he’d wished it. Seeing her react exactly as he’d wished her to… Gods! The adrenaline of the act itself, his audacious words, the carefully planned movements, even simply allowing his passions to take control for a moment…and, now…
‘She’ll come to me.’
Now came the anticipation of what he knew would take place.
This was even better than the rush of wartime strategy. Now he had no doubts or fears, only the roaring inferno within him, the sensation as if it was igniting every cell in his body with excitement, his entire soul thrumming with approval.
He’d carefully chosen his words, his movements and his every action. All to convince one of his closest friends to turn their sporadic affair into something much more, and every part of him knew, simply knew beyond knowing, that this was how it was always meant to be. This was the relationship he and Lissa were always meant to have.
‘She has always been mine.’
“Gods!” He breathed, his body shivering at the suspense. The pleasant burning adrenaline felt amazing, he’d never felt anything like this before!
Forcing a modicum of control as he sucked in deep breaths, he knew he needed to wait.
And yet, all he could think about was her, what brought them to this point...
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Five Years Ago
‘I’ll think of something Chrom, I promise.’
Staring blankly at the ceiling, Robin winced, his arrogant words running dull through his mind once more.
‘It’s a responsibility I do not take lightly. But I am equal to the challenge.’
Imaging them was terrible, the only thing worse was the thought of forgetting them.
‘Emmeryn is dead.’
Even now, three days later, it still felt unreal.
He hadn’t been good enough to save her. He’d given his all, worked through the night, fought with his heart…and then…after everything, he’d stood there impotent as the Plegians brought forth an army of the dead to fight them, he’d been able to do nothing but watch as the tables were turned in an instant.
He’d told Chrom to sacrifice her…to at least save the Emblem.
‘Emmeryn is dead.’ The words echoed once more, the only consolation being that they drowned out thoughts of his unfulfilled promises. ‘I killed her.’
Three days. The time had passed like a haze, only dimly aware of the passing time even his need for food and drink had been dulled by the shock.
The first day he could barely even recall, they’d escaped the Plegian courtyard…there’d been another fight-they’d gotten into wagons. He didn’t remember anything else.
The second passed in and out of memory. They’d arrived at the borders of Regna Ferox early in the morning and were currently holed up in some Feroxian border fort. He hadn’t left his quarters the entire day, only finally driven from the room sometime after midnight by the need for food.
Today had been more of the same, remaining in shut away, trapped in his thoughts, he’d left only for small moments and avoided any of the other Shepherds- he couldn’t face them, not yet.
Only now on the evening of the third day was had the shock finally faded. Leaving him here, staring up at the unfamiliar ceiling of some Feroxian border fort with the numb certainty of what his next step must be.
“I need to talk to Chrom.”
His best friend, the man who had given him a place in the world, friends and even something of a family. The prince had trusted him, he had placed not just his own life but the life of his closest friends into Robin’s hands- even finally trusting him with the life of their Exalt, his sister.
He couldn’t even begin to imagine how badly his failure must be hurting his friend. There would need to be an accounting, a debriefing, but…more than that, before anything else, he knew he needed to apologise.
Stepping off the bed was terrifying, dragging himself out the room even more so, but with each slow step he forced himself forwards, thinking only of what he would say when he saw the man. There was no time for hesitation, he’d waited long enough .
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Even having taken a longer route than necessary, he arrived at the prince’s quarters far before he was ready, before he could ever be ready.
Pausing, with his hand raised to the handle, he gave himself one last moment to prepare, knowing that if he took any longer than that he’d never move.
“Chrom. It’s m-”
“Uguaaaaah!” Stepping backwards, a sudden roar caught him off guard.
‘Gods.’ Robin winced, recognising the voice instantly. ‘You’re hurting that much?’ Chrom had never been one to openly display pain, he knew how important a show of strength was to his comrades… Robin had never heard anything like this from the man.
With his guilt redoubling, he moved forwards again. ‘That only further prov-’
“G-Gods! Ch-Chrom! Yes!” A second, much more feminine, voice cut him off this time.
‘H-Huh!?’
If he didn’t know better, he’d have sworn that was Sumia…but, but that would mean, she wa-
“Ahn, yes! As much as you need!” The second voice rang out in assurance, clearly gasping for breath. “I’m here! I-I’ll take it all.”
“O-Oh!” Robin gaped, his face burning red in embarrassment as practically leapt away from the door, suddenly very aware of the sound of a wooden bedframe banging against a stone wall. “I-I see…”
‘W-Well, that’s…that’s good right?’ He, just like the rest of the Shepherds, knew that the prince and Sumia were close, but it looked like they were a lot closer than he’d ever guessed. Still, from what he’d heard (and was rapidly trying not to continue hearing as he raced back down the halls), she was comforting him.
‘Yeah. That’s good.’ He’d talk to Chrom later. For now, if the Pegasus Knight was able to ease his pain, that was definitely for the best.
If nothing else, the absurdity of the situation served to partially snap him out of the melancholy that’d haunted him until now. ‘Hah, probably better to keep this to myself though.’ He added with a chuckle. Knowing the kind of man Chrom was, he didn’t imagine a wedding would be far off…but no doubt he would be embarrassed if word got out they hadn’t waited for it.
Feeling slightly light-hearted knowing his friend was being looked after, Robin took a shorter path heading directly towards his room.
“It’s no good.”
Only to press himself flat against the stone walls a few moments later, peeking carefully around the corner at the sound of voices ahead. Heart racing, Robin watched with baited breath as Frederick stepped from one of the suites, closing the door behind him with a sour look on his face. “She won’t listen to me.”
‘Frederick. And…Maribelle?’
His good mood evaporated into uneasy fear. He couldn’t face the other Shepherds, no yet. Not until he’d at least talked to Chrom…
“She won’t come out?” The worry in Maribelle’s voice served at least to drag him from his thoughts. “I-I understand this is, that for her, I simply cannot imagine what she’s feeling… But this cannot be the answer.”
“She’ll be fine milady.” The great knight did his best to appease the noble’s clear concern. “If she wouldn’t listen to you, it was always a long shot that anything I would say could help.”
“Do-do not say that Frederick! She simply… We shall simply, just, give her more time. As much as she needs. I, now… Now, you shall help me brew some tea, we shall need to have it ready for her.”
“Of course milady.”
Letting out an unsteady breath he hadn’t even realised he was holding, Robin watched them retreat, thankfully in the other direction down the hall.
It wasn’t hard to deduce who they were talking about, but it was only just now that he realised, despite all his worry for Chrom…The prince wasn’t the only one he’d failed.
With all his energies focussed on his friend, he’d somehow forgotten, somehow let it slip his mind, the other member of the royal family- one who deserved his apology no less.
Biting back his guilt through clenched teeth, Robin’s resolve held true as he forced himself to her door, his fist pounding against it before he even knew what he was doing.
“…Go away.”
“Lissa.” His voice was like gravel, it the first time he’d properly spoken in days. “It’s me, can we talk?”
“No.”
Her answer was clear, and from what he’d heard from Frederick and Maribelle, she had no wish for company. Even so, he didn’t take a single step away, didn’t consider leaving for even a moment. Not now. His mind was clear and his determination set. He would see this through.
“Are you undressed?”
“W-What? …N-No. No, I’m…I’m not.”
He tested the handle, it wasn’t locked. Frederick likely hadn’t seen a need, what kind of person would intrude on a princess? Especially a princess grieving a lost sister.
“Then, I’m coming in.”
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Locking the door behind him and blinking as his eyes adjusted to the dim firelight, Robin grimaced at the sight of the usually spritely Princess frowning angrily up at him.
Turning to her, he was reminded painfully of the way Chrom always called her delicate, even despite her outgoing nature. Sitting now, huddled opposite a small fireplace, she looked as fragile as he’d ever seen her, like a beautiful crystal sculpture, forever ready to shatter into a million pieces with but the smallest touch.
As weak as it was, and as strange as it was to be receiving it, the glare she was sending towards him was somehow comforting. It was a sign of her spark still remaining behind the fearful look in her eyes.
“I told you not to come in! I just-, I’ve had enough! I just want to be alone!”
“I’m sorry…but, I-I need to talk to you.”
“Why!?” She demanded, her anger undermined by the hitch in her voice. “So-So you can say the same things? Th-that a princess can’t hide like this? Th-That Emm wouldn’t want me to be sad!?”
“What?” He blinked, brought up short as he processed her sudden tirade. “No. No, I wasn’t going to say anything like that.
“Lissa…” He added, crouching beside the shaking princess and placing his hand on her shoulder. His heart wrenching and his weakly held composure shattering the instant he touched her. “S-She was your sister.
“Your sister…” He repeated, as much for himself as for her. Gritting his teeth and desperately fighting back his own grief, Robin forced himself to meet her eyes. “Lissa…you can mourn her as long a-as you need. As long as you want.”
Dropping her gaze, he saw the anger at least falling from her face as she sucked in a relieved sob.
“I-If anyone tells you different… You, pass them to me. I’ll send them running.”
“H-Hah…” A tiny echo of the girl he cared so much for finally returned at that weak threat, her lips turning up slightly in a weak imitation of a smile. “Thanks…”
Nodding, Robin let a small silence lapse between them. Organising his thoughts in his head, he gave her a moment to relax, knowing she must have had some very straining conversations already.
Counting silently to a hundred in his mind, he was glad to watch the tension flow out of her body, seeing a little of her normally spirited self returning as she fidgeted in place beside him.
“Lissa.” He forced his voice steady as he rose to his feet. “I actually…I came, to- to apologise.”
“I-Huh?” She boggled, blinking up at him in confusion.
“I told you, you and Chrom. I promised…I said I would save Emmeryn, th-that I was up to the task. I-I tried, I did my be-…” Frowning, he swallowed his excuses. They didn’t matter. “I wasn’t good enough… Gods, I-I’m sorry, I’m so sorry...”
Eyes wide in surprise, Lissa leapt to her feet. “R-Robin! Tha-”
“Y-You and Chrom, you gave me a place to belong, a purpose… Everything. I-I can never repay your kindness…a-and now, and now…” Again, his composure crumbled, fresh tears streaking shamefully down his face as his voice broke, the words almost refusing to come out. “Now sh-she’s gone.”
“It wasn’t your fault.” She answered, reaching for his hands and frowning when he pulled them away, as he instinctively pulled away from her. “I-It wasn’t, no-one could have predicted what happened. No-one blames you Robin.”
Looking at her, he knew for sure that her words were true. She wouldn’t lie to him, not now and not about that. Knowing that, it was then that he realised, that it changed nothing. It didn’t matter if no-one else blamed him.
“All my plans, all those nights...and then, standing there. I couldn’t do anything. I never even considered it.”
Surprisingly, she laughed. Not her usual laugh, this time it was a bitter, pained melody. “If anyone’s useless, it’s me! You guys, you do all the work, I-I just, I just stay at the back… Even for Emm, I couldn’t do anything, I couldn’t help…”
“What!?” He gaped, her self-depreciation quickly snapping him from his own. “Lissa, th-that’s crazy! You keep us all going! We wouldn’t have gotten anywhere without you.”
“I can’t even fight.” She snorted.
“That’s not true!” He declared, a strange anger rising within him at her denial. “You fight beside us just the same as anyone, you’re vital to all my strategies! Even if you are near the back, you’re the only reason any of us can advance.”
Closing her eyes, Lissa didn’t argue, she just shook her head, letting another brief silence settle between them. With any attempt to break it dying on his tongue, Robin was left stuck in place, his guilt fast returning as the slight anger he’d felt burned itself out.
“Robin.” She answered finally, another tiny laugh on her voice as opened her eyes and she stepped forward, moving barely a few inches from him. “Your strategy was brilliant.”
“H-Huh?”
“Your strategies always are, I-I’ve always thought no-one can come up with plans like you can. They’re always amazing. No-one could have predicted what happened.”
“Then, it wasn’t brilliant enough.” He answered bitterly, fighting back a stronger reaction. “It wasn’t…enough.”
As sweet as her praise was, he couldn’t possibly accept it. He’d known there were Risen in Plegia, he should have accounted for the Plegians controlling them! He should have made su-
Again, Lissa’s laughter knocked him from his thoughts, a sad, bitter laugh utterly unsuitable for Ylisse’s bright, energetic Princess.
“It doesn’t help, does it?” She whispered, a wry smile on her lips. “Someone trying to comfort you, it doesn’t help…not when you blame yourself.”
Staring at her weak smile, Robin just chuckled in response. He didn’t need to point out how surreal it was for Lissa to be the one dispensing wisdom.
Turning away from him, she slumped back down, sitting opposite the fire once more.
“Hey Robin.” She spoke up quietly just as he made to leave. “Could you…stay a while?”
“Ah, yeah. Yeah, of course.” He answered instantly, dropping to the floor beside her. There was no need to think about it, not when he could hear the loneliness in her voice.
“Thanks.” She sighed, shuffling closer and leaning against him, drawing on his warmth as much as his strength, as much as he could offer. “I don’t actually…want to be alone. I just…I just don’t want to just, just be okay…”
“Lissa…”
“You’re the only one who’s not, not trying to make me better. They all want me to, to move on, to be right again. B-But I don’t want to be strong, or, or to inspire the people, or smile, or anything!” She whimpered, her small body shuddering against his. “I-I just, I just want my sister back!”
There was no doubt the other Shepherds, Maribelle especially, were doing their best to try support her, and with his limited memories Robin knew he didn’t know much about loss or grief himself, let alone how to deal with any of it. What he did know was that someone he cared deeply for was hurting in a way he was responsible for, and that he couldn’t fix.
She didn’t want to move on, let go, or push forwards. She just wanted to mourn her sister. For all that his failure had stolen from her, he knew he had to at least give her that. Surely she deserved at least that much.
Wrapping an arm around her shoulder, he pulled her unresisting into his chest, holding her tight as she trembled against him. “It’s fine.” He whispered. “Take as long as you need. I’ll be here anytime you need me.”
It took Lissa a few minutes to speak again, her shivering slowly stopping as she twisted her fingers around his cloak, leaning into his embrace. “And, wh-what about you? Are you gonna be okay?”
“I-” He didn’t know. He hadn’t thought about the future at all yet. “I still need to talk to Chrom. I, I don’t know what to say. I can’t, I know I can’t ever, that I won’t…”
“Robin…” Strangely, despite her own misery, it was the sound of the guilt in his voice that wrenched at Lissa in that moment.
“We’ll be marching soon I guess.” He answered instead, thoughts of the tasks still ahead weighing heavily on him.
“Yeah.” She nodded, the same dread clinging to her.
They were in a bubble right now, insulated from the world and from their duties. It wouldn’t last, soon she would need to step forward and either return to Ylisstol or to her position as their cleric. He, no less, would need to either leave or return to his own role, to once again try trust in his strategies and believe he would keep all those he loved alive.
Soon.
But for now at least, this shared moment was a small comfort.
“We’re…we’re a little alike, you know?” She murmured, turning sideways and laying her legs across his lap. “I think you did everything you could to save Emm, that no-one could have done better. A-And you say I was helpful.”
“You were vital.”
“Then, maybe that’s why it hurts so much?” She asked, ignoring him. “Because, despite what anyone else thinks…we both just feel useless?”
Maybe that really was part of it. The feeling of impotence, that everything he’d tried had meant nothing. He’d put so much of himself into being a tactician, that he’d practically forgotten to be anything else. He’d wanted to so badly to live up to what Chrom and Lissa needed from him, not being enough felt like betraying them.
“Yeah.”
“But…it’s not so bad like this.” She sighed, dropping her head back against his chest and wriggling comfortably into his arms. “It’s warm.”
“Yeah.”
“It feels good…you holding me.” She whispered, her breath tickling gently across his neck. “It, it hurts a little less like this.”
He couldn’t deny it. It did feel good, being so close to someone. It wasn’t anything he’d ever experienced before, somehow the warm company pushed everything else away. The guilt, the anxiety, even his sorrow was slightly dulled against the soft feeling of the girl cradled in his arms.
“I feel…a little better.” She murmured as her arms wrapped gently around his neck. Looking down in surprise, he saw her looking up at him now, her mouth slightly open in breathless nervousness. “I like it.”
“L-Lissa, I-”
Moving without hesitation, she leaned up, her lips pressing soft against his and silencing anything he’d meant to say.
‘W-Wha!?’
Her arms tightened around him, pulling him deeper against her, her lips gently pushing his own open. For a moment, Robin was lost, his thoughts scattered to nothing and his body instinctively moving against hers.
“A-Ah!” The moment passed, he leaned away, gasping in surprise. “Lissa!”
“That was my first kiss.” She hummed, staring bashfully up at him, her face slowly turning a crimson red.
“A-Ah, yeah… Mine too.” He stammered, lacking anything better to say.
“I’m glad.” She beamed, wriggling herself around until she was sitting level in his lap, staring directly at him. “Glad it was you.”
His hands went to her hips, intending only to steady her, to slide her off him…instead she gasped, her mouth falling open the instant he held her.
And he was captivated, stuck transfixed, staring at her flushed face and realising for the first time that the girl he held wasn’t simply Chrom’s sister, wasn’t simply a friend…but a woman.
A woman he desired.
“L-Lissa…” He breathed her name, unsure in that moment if he wanted to ask for more, or for mercy. Instead, still barely able to think, his words came from an instinctive duty. “W-We can’t.”
“Robin…” She answered, leaning forward, chewing on her lip, their faces only inches apart. “It, it feels better.”
“Y-Yeah.” It did, or perhaps it was just that it was hard to think about anything else right now.
“Please. Just…just a little.”
He owed Lissa as much as he owed Chrom, he could never deny her, not now, not ever. It was him that moved first this time, his arms sliding her forward against him and his lips capturing hers unsteadily with his.
He had no idea what he was doing, but then, neither did she. Both simply acted on instinct, their mouths open against each other and their tongues hesitantly touching.
“Mhaammm.” She moaned into his mouth, and slowly the tempo raised. Their kisses coming a little faster, a little harder, as his hands moved around her back and hers pulled him tighter against her.
“A-Ahhah.” He gasped in return, feeling her hips sliding back and forth over his waist, her pressure pressing lightly down onto his rapidly hardening cock.
Her hands slid from around his neck and under his cloak, pushing it back from his shoulders. “L-Lissa.” He breathed, too surprised to resist, releasing her as the garment fell to the ground.
Leaning back and panting, she didn’t answer, her breath came only in short gasps as she reached out with shaking hands, taking hold of his and placing them firmly against her chest.
‘B-Breasts!’ Robin gaped, his mouth falling open in shock as he felt the small mounds over her dress. Soft and smooth under his touch, he couldn’t resist cupping them, dragging his fingers around their shape even after she released his hands.
“F-Feels, ahnn, feels good…” She whispered, pushing her small bust harder into his touch. Panting, her hip slid harder over his cock, grinding up and down his length as he gently kneaded her breasts, eyes widening as soft moans fell from her lips..
“We-we shouldn’t.” He repeated weakly, forcefully pushing back the urge to side the top of her dress down, to touch her directly, as he watched awestruck as his best friend’s sister ground her hips against his.
“P-Please… Robin… Robin…” She gasped, shutting her eyes and savouring to the unfamiliar sensations. “I-I want this. It feels, ahnhaa, I feel better.”
It did. It felt so much better…even just holding her, just feeling her against him. Gods, he felt almost whole again, as if the pain belonged to someone else…as if he could just forget it, just ignore it for a while..
He wanted this. He wanted her.
Gulping heavily, it took every fibre of his restraint to forcefully stop his caresses, moving his hands to her head, cupping her face and turning it to face him. “Are, Lissa… Are you sure?”
Her smile came easier now, warm and loving. But she offered it to him only for a second, answering with another kiss instead of with words, tugging hard on his shirt and falling needily into his embrace once more.
“Mhaa-aah.” She moaned softly into his mouth, her hips pressing slow and hard down against his cock.
There was only so much a man could take. His restraint snapped and his need rose forth.
“Ughaaa.” Half growling half panting, his arms clasped her to him, holding her tight against his chest as he kissed her with every ounce of restrained passion inside him, with every drop of love, fear, desire and lust he held. She matched him every step of the way, her own need no less than his.
Ah-iaa!” She yelped in surprise as his hands slid down, clenching firmly around her ass and holding her against him. Not hesitating for even a moment he moved forwards, pushing himself up until he was standing, holding her gently cradled against him.
Gods, he marvelled! She felt so wonderful like this. So small and delicate, held precious in his arms.
Their lips were apart only a moment as he walked carefully forwards, only finally releasing her to lay her softly down on her bed, crawling atop a moment later.
Even as she shut her eyes, turning away in embarrassment, still her touch spurred him on, her fingers running gingerly over his arms, urging his shaking hands down her body, helping as he hesitantly pulled open the leather corset around her chest.
“A-Ahn…” Her moans came louder now as his hands tugged the top of her dress down, exposing her small breasts directly to his touch. Spurred on by the sound of her excitement his hands pressed in a little harder, pushing flat over her chest and gently kneading over the small mounds, his heart racing as her breaths hitched, as her gasps rang out deeper.
Driven forward by need as much as by lust, his hips ground against hers, his cock pushing her dress hard against her entrance, his arousal racing at the friction.
“Ro-Robin.” She gasped, her hips moving clumsily against his as she arched her back further into his touch. “Wait, w-ahhn, wait a minute.”
His movements halted instantly and his blood froze…until he saw the breathless anticipation on her face as she pushed herself away from him, reaching back and undoing the strap around her neck. “L-Lemme just, just….” Her words trailed shyly off, but she moved without hesitation, pulling the strap away and squirming out of the dress, even as she couldn’t meet his eyes. “It’s…it’s a little embarrassing, when you’re watching.”
“I-Ah, Sorry.” He nodded, gulping and not quite sure what else to say as he matched her movements, tearing his shirt off and kicking his pants halfway across the room.
And at that, they both paused.
Both wearing only their smallclothes, they stopped, their eyes finally coming together again as their faces burned equally bright red, both at the situation and at their shared hesitation.
“Heh.”
“Ah-heh…”
Forcing himself to take the lead, to ease her nerves as much as he could, Robin moved first, sucking in a deep breath and pulling the final piece of cloth down until he was finally –for the first time— completely bared before someone else.
“Ahhah.” Eyes darting below his waist, Lissa gulped, staring for a moment transfixed at the sight of his length presented toward her, the first she’d ever seen.
Screwing her eyes closed, she gathered her courage, raising her hips slightly off the bed as she pushed her panties down, sliding them down her legs and kicking them aside before lying back, her head turned to the side and her breath coming in rapid pants, as she was bared completely before him.
“Lissa…” Robin could barely hear his words over the sound of his heart slamming into his chest.
A naked woman, the first he’d ever seen, it was like something out of a dream. Gods. She looked so beautiful, so delicate and soft even despite the trim lines of her body, the smooth fit curves.
Gulping, he moved closer, bending down and hesitantly touching his fingers to her sides, watching her shudder and gasp as his shaking hands dragged up over her ribs and were placed once more on her perky breasts, kneading them gently as he marvelled at her creamy skin.
Fighting back his nerves, the analytical part of his brain desperately reached out for guidance, struggling to remember the bawdy tales he’d heard from Vaike or Gregor- where to touch, where to kiss, how to make a woman scream…
…It all seemed so far away and so inappropriate. He didn’t want to make her scream. He wanted to make her smile.
“I-ahh, R-Robin.” She spoke finally, her own hands reaching around his neck, stopping his movements and pulling him down to her. “I-I’m a bit nervous.”
“Y-Yeah.” He agreed, gasping silently as he lowered himself fully onto her, feeling her skin hot against him, his mind racing as his cock pressed between her legs, the head sliding wet against her entrance.
“B-But, ahh! It, it feels…ah-aahn, feels good.” She added, clutching him tighter and pressing her hips up against his, biting her lips as she felt his cockhead pushing the folds of her pussy open.
“Are you, are you sure?” He repeated one final time, adjusting her around him, sliding up gently around her and cradling her head gently in his arms.
Throwing her head back with a gasp as she felt herself opening more- felt the head of his cock pushed slightly inside, Lissa just nodded, her arms shuddering across his shoulders as her body raced with a pleasure she’d never felt before.
The sight of it, her acceptance, released within him a desire he’d kept restrained longer than he’d ever known. Burning with lust, love, and need, he couldn’t stop now. “A-Haaaah!” Carefully aligning himself, he took tight grip around her and began to push himself inside.
‘Gods!’
It was good! So good! Even just watching her mouth open in a silent scream as her lips slowly spread around his cock head…it was better than he’d ever imagined!
“Gh-aah, L-Lissa!” He cried her name, thrusting his hips forward and burying himself inside her, losing himself to the incredible pleasure and pushing his cock fully inside her.
“Ahghaa-Ai! AIAAGH!”
Thrashing and shuddering, she shrieked, her voice changing quickly from rising pleasure, to shocked pain.
“Aha-haah… Naga!” Robin breathed, in that moment only aware of his own sudden pleasure. It was indescribable! The feeling of her pussy clenched tight around his entire length, the way her body shivered under him, her small movements running fully around his cock. Every fibre in his body ached for more, to drag his hips out and slam them back in once more, he wanted more!
It was only when he leaned back, sucking in a shaky breath, that he saw the look on the princess’s face, the way her face was screwed up in obvious pain.
“Lissa?” He whispered, shock instantly quelling his need as his hands cupped her face. “A-Are you okay?”
“A-Aha, oww, agughgh.” She moaned, opening her eyes for a moment to look at him before clenching them shut again. “Owww, it-it hurts…”
Only now did he remember. Something he’d heard some time ago, one of the many half-drunken boasts Vaike made that he’d only barely listened to, explanations of “maidenhood” and “proof of chastity.”
With rising panic, he couldn’t remember any of the details, but a quick glance showed a thin trail of blood running down her legs. “Lissa! Y-You’re bleeding! Let me, let me see that.”
She moved faster. Her legs were wrapped tight around him before he could even move to pull back, holding him tightly in place.
“Don’t…don’t leave me.”
“B-But, yo-”
“I, I like it.” She forced out. “Feeling you inside me, I feel… it hurts, a lot…but I feel, I feel better. Don’t leave me Robin, n-not yet.”
Hesitating with doubt, finally he nodded. Relaxing and letting her pull him gently back down into her embrace.
“K-Kiss me?”
There was no need to even ask, cradling her head in his arms he pressed his lips against hers once more.
She loosened under him, her mouth sucking greedily against his as her tongue forced his mouth open and their kiss deepened, nervousness slowly vanishing between them and the passion rising once more.
Her kisses were awkward but just as desperate as his, her skin was hot and smooth against his and her pussy remained clenched tight around him…it was incredible! Almost more than he could take! His cock pulsed needily inside her, twitching and scraping against her back walls.
“Y-You, can-” Lissa gasped, breaking away a moment, her legs loosening slightly around his hips. “C-Can move.”
“H-Uagh.” He moaned, gasping for breath and dragging his cock slowly out of her, feeling her pussy wrapped tight around him the entire way. “Gha, Lissa, it’s, it’s good.”
Clenching his teeth, he ground back inside, taking a firm hold around her and steadily repeating the movements, his body aching for more as he built a slow rhythm and gradually become accustomed to the sensations.
“R-Robin, R-Robin!” Lissa cried, moaning his name and shaking under him, her own hips rising to meet his as pleasure and pain mixed within her, the walls of her pussy slowly being shaped around his cock as her breath came only in ragged pants.
“Ahaah! Naga!”
“Ngha..owa, aa-ghh! Hahnn!”
Burying his head into her shoulder, Robin clutched her desperately against him- speeding up and losing all rhythm to desire when he felt her walls squeeze even tighter around his cock, groaning and driving again and again to the depths of her tunnel, pressing himself as deep inside has he could.
Digging her fingers into his shoulder and throwing her head from side to side, Lissa cried his name over and over, gasping and moaning, all control leaving her body.
It was clumsy, awkward and wonderful beyond words. For both of them, in this moment, all pain and grief was forgotten. There was only the two of them, only thoughts of pleasure.
“I-I’m gonna, Lissa! I-I’m getting close!” Robin moaned several minutes later, gritting his teeth and struggling to fight off the fast rising peak.
“Ah-Ahn, Hahh!” She panted, struggling to speak, her words lost each time she felt his cock pushing deeper inside her.
“I-Hagah! Lissa!” Robin roared, his pleasure mounting faster than he could take! Until he couldn’t fight it even a single moment longer! Gasping, and clenching her tight to him, he drove his cock as far inside as he could, pressing it hard against her back walls, holding her with all his might as the incredible sensation ripped through him.
Shaking, and gasping, his release finally erupted, thick ropes of hot cum spraying deep within her pussy, each spurt pressing new against her until every inch was coated in his seed. “Uughaaa-ahaaa…”
“H-Haaha…” Lissa gaped in response, her mouth falling open and even her moans falling silent when she felt his cock twitching inside her, felt her pussy suddenly flooded with his essence. “A-Ahh…W-Wow.”
“Y-Yeah…” He sighed, slumping weakly into her embrace, gasping silently as the last pulses pleasure ran through him.
They stayed like that for some time, him holding her securely in his arms and her hands running lovingly along his back. Their thoughts fogged in a pleasant haze as a warm afterglow settled between them, the rush slowly fading.
“Does it…does it still hurt?” Robin asked, rolling off her and slumping into the mattress with surprising fatigue.
“A-A little.” She answered, wriggling against him and smiling when his arms draped around her. “But mostly…I feel, I feel a bit better.”
It didn’t hurt, not right now. The grief was still there, just barely out of reach. But for now, it was a fuzzy distant sensation, the pain held back as each were protected, warm and safe in the other’s embrace.
For a time, no matter how short, he wasn’t a tactician. The weight of the world and all his regrets weren’t upon him. With Lissa wrapped against him in a gentle embrace, Robin was simply a man.
In that moment, even if it would pass, she wasn’t a princess. The worries of a kingdom’s needs and the grief of a loved one lost weren’t clawing at her. Secure in Robin’s arms, Lissa was simply a woman.
“That’s good…Yeah…” He beamed, pulling a blanket from the floor and draping it over them both, shutting his eyes and relaxing…feeling, somehow, for the first time since Emmeryn’s capture, finally at ease. “Me too.”
“Hehehe.” She giggled, her laughter finally light and happy again.
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Blinking awake to an unfamiliar ceiling the next morning, it took Robin several moments to remember just where he was.
‘Lissa’s room.’
With that thought came the slow remembrance of his actions the previous night, of just what he was doing sleeping in the Exalted Princess’s room. And then, he was suddenly, uncomfortably, aware of the additional weight, the gentle warmth, against his chest.
‘G-Gods…’
All blood drained from his face as he forced himself to look down, right into the gentle smile of his best friend’s sister.
“Morning.” She whispered with a light blush.
“G-Gods! Gods! Naga!”
Robin didn’t react well.
Pushing her away and leaping from the bed, his eyes raced terrified around the room, but everywhere he looked was only more proof of his actions. The rumpled blankets, the clothing strewn without…his own nakedness…
He’d slept with her. He’d taken her virginity! Out of wedlock!
“I-Lissa, I-Gods, I’m sorry!” Gritting his teeth, he paused, forcing in a deep breath and fighting down the shock. “I’ll, I’ll make this right! I’ll go er-right now! I’ll go buy a ring and, and, don’t worry!”
“Pwahahahah!” Throwing herself back onto the bed, the sight of Lissa’s limber naked body shaking in shaking with laughter threw off Robin’s mental state as much as the sound itself.
Lost and bewildered, he was forced to endure her amusement for what felt like an eternity- a task made more difficult as he attempted to keep his eyes turned from her bare form.
“Ahhh, gods.” She giggled finally, slipping from the bed and wrapping herself lightly around him, her skin soft and warm against his. “I’ll never get tired of that rubbery face of yours. I could wake up to that every day.”
“L-Lissa, this is, th-this is serious! I-”
“Shhh.” Her lips pressed soft against his neck for a moment. His body reacted instantly. “Do you feel better?”
“I- er…Yeah.” He sighed, his panic fading away in response to her gentle manner. Perhaps, he wondered, perhaps she wasn’t as different from her sister as she’d always thought. “Yeah, I really do.”
“Me too, you helped me. That’s all that matters.”
Was that really okay? To just pretend like nothing had happened? Was that the right thing to do? He didn’t know how to begin answering that question…but, if it was what she wanted, he could hardly push the issue.
“I should probably… I should probably go.” He added hesitantly, “B-Before anyone comes to check on you.”
Nodding she released him, falling back to the bed and giving him a chance to reclaim his discarded clothing.
“H-Hey, Robin…” Lissa whispered a few minutes later as he was preparing to leave, her nervousness clear in her voice. “C-Could you…could you come back again, tonight?”
He gulped. Uncertainty filling him.
‘I’ll be here anytime you need me.’
It passed instantly.
“Of course.”
And so, for as long as they were able, that became their routine. They went through the day as beast they could, dealing with their regrets and their pain, before finally falling relieved into the other’s arms each night.
It was nothing more than a small respite from reality, a small concession and a time to heal until the weight of their tasks was upon them once more
When their campaign in Plegia resumed Robin’s nights were once more spent buried in tactics and strategies. The visits stopped and nothing more was left between them but a handful of furtive glances and pleasant memories.
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Four Years Ago
The second time was his fault.
More than anything else, it was hard to believe a year had passed so quickly. With the remainder of the war against Gangrel, organising the Plegian disarmament and then the Ylissean restoration, Robin had barely had a moment to think.
Chrom had it the worst by far though, taking over a kingdom was no easy task and between his engagement to Sumia and the constant negotiations with nobles or merchants, Robin barely had a moment to spend with his friend that wasn’t official business.
Not that peace had been a quiet time for any of them, the chaos of war had been ripe for opportunists and even now, -almost ten months since the peace arrangements- whenever he wasn’t locked in his room under a mountain of paperwork Robin was leading the Shepherds to the far corners of the Halidom, stamping out pockets of banditry.
Except for today.
Because today was Emmeryn’s day. Chrom’s latest addition to the Ylissean calendar, a time of remembrance and reflection on the peace granted to both Ylisse and to Plegia by her sacrifice. A day of celebration as much as one of mourning.
Today, whether they were with their families, their friends or their loved ones, all Shepherds were in Ylisstol. All were in attendance when Libra performed the service for their previous exalt.
Robin spent most of the morning with Chrom, catching up, talking, joking, anything he could to support his friend…however, he was sharp enough to see that while his efforts were appreciated and company welcomed, it was his fiancé, Sumia, that truly eased Chrom’s heart.
On such a difficult day, it was a relief to see, one that only redoubled Robin’s affection for the clumsy Queen-to-be. She had been the one to pick Chrom up when he’d crumbled in Regna Ferox, the support he’d neededto lead the Shepherds again and the lodestone he’d returned to whenever his burdens had been too heavy. And now, Robin was glad to see even just in the way she looked at Chrom, that she would always be there for him.
It was an enduring thought, the idea of having someone that close to support him, of supporting someone you cared so deeply for.
Perhaps that was why, after squeezing his friend’s shoulder one final time, he gave them an excuse to leave, together.
Perhaps that was why when he re-joined the rest of the Shepherds, without even consciously thinking about it, he placed himself beside Lissa.
Perhaps that was why she’d breathed a shaky sigh of relief to see him, breaking off from a halting conversation and talking eagerly to him.
Perhaps that was why they were still seated, still talking, when everyone else had drifted from the room.
Perhaps that was why his hand moved to her thigh…or why she pulled him to her room.
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“A-Ahh… Lissa, that’s, that’s good.” Robin sighed, running his hands through the blonde’s hair, watching as she slowly lowered her mouth down his shaft again. Grinning, he marvelled at the sheer audacity of the act, watching the royal princess continue to take his cock into her mouth, savouring the feeling of her sucking greedily on it.
“Th-Yeah, just like that.”
Dragging her tongue along the underside, the princess pushed herself a little deeper, slowly taking in more and more of his length.
“Ahh, yeah, tha-Ah! Ou-ouch! W-Watch the teeth!” He winced, all pleasure instantly scattered at the sudden uncomfortable sensation.
“Mmoah.” Lissa responded, in what he assumed was either indignation or apology, before resuming her work, opening her mouth even wider and bobbing her head up and down his length.
“Haahaa.” Robin sighed, shutting his eyes and leaning back, trying to phase out the somewhat clumsy movements and focussing on the pleasurable sensation.
It felt good…slightly awkward, with the pleasure coming in small bursts, but still, it felt good.
Wrapping her hands around the base of his shaft and pumping in time with her mouth, Lissa lasted another few minutes before finally leaning right back, his cock slipping from her mouth with a small pop. “Ah-haaauah.” She panted, wincing and massaging her jaw.
“Are you alright?”
“Yuaah.” She nodded, shaking the ebbing discomfort away. “Just, my mouth’s tired… Hmmm, this is more difficult than it sounded.” She pouted, looking both petulant and disappointed, part of her frown clearly blaming him for not managing to finish in time.
“Ah, well.” He sighed, reaching down and pulling her up into his arms. “It might be easier sometime when we’re both fresh…we’ve gone at it pretty hard lately.”
That was probably an understatement. It was now two weeks since Emmeryn’s day and they’d been practically insatiable ever since, each night had been spent in the other’s bed, their bodies coming together again and again until their pain was replaced with pleasant fatigue. Even just tonight, he’d already cum inside her three times.
“Well, okay.” She agreed, grinning and squirming comfortably into his arms. “Let’s try again tomorrow then?”
“No.” He sighed, a reality he’d tried to ignore finally unavoidable. “Tomorrow I’ll be leaving for Heinswood.” More work for the Shepherds, more training for the army, and for him especially, more to do planning out a robust road network.
“Ah.”
He returned three weeks later. By then, the worst of the pain had passed, and so, once again he and Lissa fell simply back into their normal routine, again neither spoke a word about their liaison.
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Three Years Ago
The third time, she came to him.
The second year of peace was much easier on the Halidom. With the last of the chaos finally contained, trade continued with abundance and the country flourished.
It was a time of celebration, first when the new Exalt announced his marriage, taking the Pegasus Knight, Sumia as his wife, and then, even more so when she announced a pregnancy a few months later. Caught up in their love and shared excitement to be bringing a new life into the world, the ruling couple’s happiness was unmistakable.
Perhaps that was why Lissa felt so lonely that day, watching the support Sumia granted her brother, the way Chrom’s eyes would light up, even despite his pain, each time he felt his child move within her stomach.
It was a relief beyond words to know her brother was well…but seeing it made her ache even more for companionship.
And…once again, her thoughts were turned only to Robin. Her heart and body both yearning equally for his touch.
She didn’t know for sure if he felt the same, but when he came to check on her –just as he’d promised he would— she excused herself from a conversation with Maribelle, asking for a moment alone with the man.
She didn’t leave his side again for the rest of that day.
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“A-Ahh! R-Robin!” Lissa moaned, throwing her head backwards onto his shoulder, pushing herself down into his lap and feeling his cock pressing deep inside her, filling her completely. “I-I’m getting, I’m getting close!”
“G-Good.” He gasped in reply, holding her gently from behind, raising his hips to meet her as she bounced faster and faster up and down in his lap.
Feeling her pussy tight around his cock as he ground across the underside of her walls, Robin fought down his own rising peak, focussing instead on trailing hot kisses down her neck, sucking hard onto her shoulder- targeting all the spots she’d told him felt good.
“H-Haah!” He groaned again, squeezing and kneading her breasts, the moderate bust more than filling his hands as he gently pinching her nipples and pressing firmer into her chest when the soft mounds bounced along with her movements.
“I-It’s so good!” She cried, feeling him hit completely different parts of her pussy from this angle. Clenching his hands against her, she pushed his fingers roughly into her skin, her breath coming in ragged pants. “N-Naga, it-it feels different!”
“Lissa! C-Cum!” He demanded, matching her rough movements with his own, kneading his hands hard into her round breasts and thrusting his hips up to meet her, feeling his balls clenching as his release built beyond what he could resist. “Cum for me!”
Convulsing and shaking, the rough ministrations were more than she could take! “I! I! A-HngghGYYAAA!” She screamed, clenching herself tight around his cock as she came hard.
“G-GHYAAA!” That feeling, her pussy constricting even tighter around him, her shivers running through his length, dragged Robin irresistibly over his own peak. Pulling her as far down as he could he held her right on the base of his shaft, gripping her as tight as he could, gasping and panting as his hot seed finally sprayed forth.
Moaning and thrashing in response, feeling load after load of his cum filling her pussy just as she was coming down from her own high, Lissa was driven screaming to another orgasm.
“G-Ghahaa…” He sighed, releasing his hold on her and slumping backwards against the bed-head.
“T-That was…that was so good…” She gasped, desperately sucking in air as the fog over her mind slowly lifted.
“Yeah…”
“Mmm.” She hummed a few minutes later, slumping back against him and savouring the feeling of his cock still semi-hard inside her, “I’m going to miss this tomorrow…”
“Oh?”
“I’m going to Themis, Maribelle wants me to look at bridal dresses with her.”
“Really? But…the wedding isn’t for another year is it? Didn’t you say her father insisted on a long engagement?” Considering Maribelle had fallen Gaius, Robin couldn’t truthfully say he blamed the man. He was a good friend and trusted ally, but even with all the Shepherd’s vouching for him, his reputation as a thief (never mind his scruffy demeanour) had been difficult to accept for the Duke.
“Well…that’s Maribelle for you.” She giggled, her mood sobering a moment later. “I…I won’t be back for a week or so.”
He knew what that meant. Already it had been more than a week since Emmeryn’s day. How he felt about it…he wasn’t sure.
“I see.”
Once again, by the time they were reunited, they fell instead back to their usual routine. If either desired anything more, neither said anything. They remained friends, and anything other feelings were put aside.
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Two Years Ago
“A-Are you sure about this?” Robin gasped, holding her tight against the wall and pressing his mouth hot along her neck. “I thought, thought you…you and Lon’qu?”
“We’re, a-ahn, we’re just friends.” She answered, her arms tight around his head as she felt his cock pressing hot between her legs.
He wasn’t sure he could believe that. They’d arrived in Valm a few weeks ago and ever since Chrom had assigned the swordsman to protect his sister, they’d been practically inseparable. They’d remained close even after the apparent threat had passed. There was no missing the way the Princess looked at the swordsman…
“A-Anyway, aren’t you…aren’t you with Lucina?”
“What!? No! Of, of course not!” He answered, a pulse of anger rising through him at the unfair question, his hands running faster over her body in response. “I-I’m not going to make a move on Chrom’s daughter! I just- we talk sometimes, I respect her.”
They talked constantly.
He lov-He didn’t love her. He couldn’t love her. He had an incredible amount of respect for her. That was all. He needed to believe that. He couldn’t allow it to be otherwise.
“Th-Then, just…just for tonight.” Lissa groaned, her voice hitching as he bit softly into her shoulder.
“Just tonight.” She repeated, tugging furiously at his pants, pulling them down enough to release his cock- rock hard and pulsing with anticipation. “Just, just till it feels better.”
He wasn’t in the mood to argue.
Growling with desire, he used one hand to hike her dress around her waist and the other to lift her right leg roughly into the air, holding her steady as he pressed her against the wall, thrusting his cock hard inside her.
“Mgh-Aghahh! Gods! Yes!” Lissa cried, clutching him tight against her as he drove right to the far depths of her pussy.
Was it the right thing to do? He didn’t know.
But it made them both feel better, it was what they both wanted. Perhaps that was enough.
Despite her words, Lissa returned the next night, and the night after that, each time claiming “Just tonight.” Full of the same desires and the same anxieties, Robin acceptance came easier each time, if for no other reason than to fight off his growing affection for Lucina.
Their rendezvous only finally stopping almost a fortnight later as the desperate march towards Fort Steiger began and all thoughts beyond pure survival were pushed aside.
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One Year Ago
Dead.
Robin was dead.
“H-he’ll be back, he’ll be back.” Lissa sobbed, clutching her arms tightly around herself and desperately trying to believe the words. “That’s what Naga said. H-He wouldn’t leave us, no way!”
People didn’t return from the dead.
Robin was gone.
Just like her sister.
“A-Hguaah!” She gasped, pain and fear ripping through her once again. “No, no, no!”
Barely a few weeks ago, with a damnable smile on his face, a man who’d meant the world to her had turned to dust before her very eyes. And now…Now was Emmeryn’s day and he wasn’t here…wasn’t here for her!
Even surrounded by friends, loved ones, she felt alone.
It was bad enough her sister, “Naga…” Even after all these years, it still hurt so much thinking about her loss…but now Robin. Two people she cared desperately for. The hole in her soul she’d thought healed over the years had been ripped open by his loss.
“I can’t take it.”
Distantly, she was aware of her husband’s presence in the next room, kindly giving her the space she’d requested.
She knew she should let him comfort her, that he should be the one she turned to…but right now she could barely stand to even let him touch her. Today, she didn’t want him to hold her, it didn’t feel the same…and it only reminded her of him.
She wanted Robin…
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Present
“R-Robin? You’re in here right?”
Blinking himself awake from old memories at the sound of her voice, Robin’s soul roared in delight.
‘She’s here!’ Just as he knew she would be! Just as he’d known she always should have been.
He was at the entrance in seconds. “Lissa.”
“I-I don’t know what to say.” She stammered, stepping hesitantly into the room as he locked the door securely behind her.
“You don’t need to say anything.” Robin whispered, stepping up to her from behind and wrapping her securely in his arms. Grinning at her surprise, he pulled the top of her dress aside, planting his mouth hot on her bare shoulder and kissing slowly towards her neck.
“I-Ah! R-Robin!” She gasped, small moans coming quickly from her mouth.
Staying silent, Robin slid his hands up her body, dragging them firmly over the thin fabric until they were both cupping her sizeable bust, kissing hard along her neck as he let the moderate breasts fill his hands.
“R-Robin! Wh-What’re you-” Lissa moaned as she squirmed in his grip, grinding against the hard cock she could feel against her ass.
“Naga.” She breathed, fighting for control as she felt his hands rough across her chest, squeezing, kneading and teasing her in ways she hadn’t felt in years. “Y-You don’t even kn-ahh! Even know what I w-was gonna say!”
“You’re here to accept.” He answered, not a single ounce of doubt in his words as he moved his hands from her breasts to the buttons at the top of her dress- deftly undoing them and pulling her clothing apart.
“If you weren’t, you wouldn’t have come tonight.” He continued, moving his mouth up and nibbling on her ear, his breath tickling hot across the side of her face. “And…”
One hand slid slowly down her half peeled dress, across her bare stomach and over her hips. Arching backwards and sucking in a ragged breath, Lissa gasped as he traced a finger along her thigh before pushing it lower, pressing it hot against her soaked entrance.
“You certainly wouldn’t have come without panties.”
“A-Ahh…” With one hand teasing across her pussy, and the other quickly peeling the last fastenings of her dress apart, no words would come, her mind was blank, filled only with pleasure and anticipation.
“Now.” He grinned, flicking the last button open and sliding her dress from her shoulders to the floor, unveiling her bare body. “Come.”
The instant he released her she shuddered, every fibre of her already aching for more, more of his touch, his warmth.
Lissa could only stare with hungry eyes as Robin walked across the room, tossing his shirt and pants aside with casual ease and throwing himself on his bed without so much as backwards glance.
He pulled off his smallclothes…and finally, there it was again… ‘Naga.’ Robin’s cock. The rigid length that she’d thought of so, so many times. The hard rod that had introduced her to sex and carnal pleasure. The source of a thousand fantasies she’d tried desperately to banish since the day of her wedding.
She gulped heavily, her mouth suddenly dry.
Robin turned to her, his eyes full of expectation, but she was already moving, already climbing on top of the bed, seating herself atop him.
She was married. She had a man she loved already. She knew this was wrong, that she should have more hesitation, more doubts…but she didn’t. She wanted this.
“I-Ah… Haah.”
Leaning back with an eager smile, Robin placed his hands lightly around her hips, teasing her thighs gently as he watched her slowly lower herself onto his cock.
“Haa, haaaah! Ahhnhha!”
Taking him into her, Lissa’s breathing quickly grew ragged; gasping for air as she slowly sank further down his length, moaning as she felt her walls stretching to accommodate his girth. He didn’t move, just slowly dragged his fingers in a slow pattern up her stomach, urging her on, but letting her do all the work.
“N-Naga! Ahnh! Haah!” She cried, shaking her head back and forth as more and more of him sank inside her. “Gods!”
Until finally, clenching forwards and with her eyes screwed shut, she took him right to the hilt. Her mouth open in one last guttural moan as she slowly straightened, her hands balled into fists as she felt his cock pressed hard into the very back of her pussy.
“G-Gods.” She repeated. “I-I forgot…forgot what this felt like.”
“Oh?” Robin hummed, reaching up to cup her round breasts in his hands, gently tweaking her nipples as he enjoyed her uninhibited pants.
“I-It’s, it’s a little bigger.” She explained, wincing visibly as she sucked in a quick breath, struggling to adjust to the long missed sensations. “By a, by a few inches.”
Grinning at that, he didn’t otherwise comment. As nice as that was to hear, he only wanted her thinking about him right now. “Are you not going to move?” He teased, sliding his hips back and forth under her, letting her feel his glans scraping along the very back of her pussy.
“I-I don’t…I don’t th-think I can!” Lissa gasped in reply, her entire body shivering with each movement he made.
‘She really has missed this!’ Robin realised, eyes widening as he saw that all strength had already left the princess’s body.
Just sitting here, with him inside her, she was right on the verge of cumming! She was fighting desperately for whatever control she could maintain.
“Heh.” He smirked, sliding his hands hot down her hips once more, reaching over and taking a firm hold of her tight ass.
Staring, with a mixture of excitement and fear, Lissa’s mouth fell open, ragged moans coming as he slowly lifted her, inch by inch, along his cock, dragging it hard against the roof of her tunnel. Holding her halfway out, he paused, waiting a moment to let her feel the remainder of his length still hard inside her…
“I-I, R-Robin! W-Wai-”
…Then, he slammed her down! As hard as he could, thrusting his hips forcefully up and driving roughly against the back of her pussy with all his might.
“AHGAYAAAAAAA!” Throwing her head back, Lissa screamed! Her body going absolutely taunt in his hands as she came violently around his length. “Ahhhnn! Yaaah!”
Shuddering and gasping in raw pleasure, Lissa rode the high for more than a minute before before slumping weakly down into his arms, her mouth falling onto his in a surprisingly gentle kiss.
“Mhah, Robin…” She sighed, her strength only finally returning a minute later. “I missed this.”
“Yeah, me too.” He smiled warmly, stroking her cheek and giving her a minute to catch her breath before rolling her off him. Kissing her hungrily a minute more before as he drew his cock out and turned her around onto her hands and knees.
“Are you ready?” Positioning himself behind her, his hands took firm hold around her round hips, his cockhead again teasing against the entrance of her pussy. Pushing the head only slightly inside, feeling her walls again spread out tight around him.
“Y-Yeah.” She admitted, her face burning bright red with shame. “I-I want more…”
He didn’t move, waiting another moment, drawing her need out of her.
“Robin. I…I want you.” Lissa begged, her voice dropping to barely more than a whisper, barely audible over her ragged panting. “Fuck me.”
His burning instincts whispered to him and his soul sang in response, every single fibre of his being calling for him to take her. To dominate her. To make her his.
He couldn’t think of a single reason not to.
Grabbing tighter to her hips, Robin thrust instantly forwards, slamming his cock into her without warning, as hard and as fast as he could, driving it furiously into her deepest walls.
“HNNGYAAAH!” Lissa shrieked, her body seizing up at his sudden penetration, arms shaking and vision going white as primal pleasure seared through her once more.
This time, he didn’t stop even for a moment.
Drawing his length out with a grunt, he pushed it again, forcefully inside her, hitting the exact same spot, right at the back of her pussy.
“Ah! AIHHHA!” Screaming, Lissa came instantly.
Still, he didn’t pause.
Shaking and still in the midst of her second orgasm, she was only barely able to process the sensations as Robin pulled out once more, his cock slamming back inside barley a moment later, his movements coming faster and faster as his hands pulled her hips violently back against him. “AGH! GO-GODS! R-ROBIN!” Howling in pleasure, another peak crashed forcefully into her.
‘Gods! Yes!’ Robin reared back, pulling her hips hard against him and pounding her cervix again and again. With her pussy so unused to his cock from the years apart, her walls were incredibly tight around him. “Ughh!” He groaned, already very aware she hadn’t lost any of the skill she’d gained from all the time they’d spent together over the years.
Watching her blonde twintails shaking back and forth, feeling the way she clenched her walls instinctively around him, the way her round hips shuddered, pushing back onto him, desperate for his cock. It was like something out of a dream, a memory he’d thought to never experience again.
Gods it was incredible!
“Nghh! Naga! N-Naga!” Lissa repeated, collapsing onto her arms as another orgasm slammed into her. Already having lost count, she came again and again, driven over the edge without even a moment to recover from the high.
“I-I can’t take it!” She groaned, spots dancing across her vision as her eyes rolled backwards. Mouth wide open and tongue hanging out with desperate paints, she continued to shove her hips backwards against him, acting out of pure instinct. “I’m! I’m going crazy! R-Robin!”
“Lissa!” He howled in answer, thrusting even faster as he felt her pussy convulsing around him as she came once more. “I’m gonna cum!” He roared, “T-Take it!”
She could barely speak, could hardly concentrate on anything but how amazing it felt being so roughly taken. She’d had sex with Robin a hundred times, but never had he fucked her like this. ‘I-If he cums inside me now…’ Some foggy part of her mind feared, the warning not even complete before her being overridden by naked desire. ‘I, I want it!’
“Gnngghh!” He groaned, driven almost mad by the sensation. Lissa had always felt amazing, but this was incredible! He could barely stand it, how it felt with her pussy wringing his cock like this, the sight of the delicate Ylissean Princess collapsed face first into the bed, her body shaking as she lost all control, the way his soul blazed, every cell in his body surging with a delight he’d felt only twice before.
The pleasure was more than he could take, his release couldn’t be denied any longer. He couldn’t stop, he didn’t even want to stop! He never wanted to stop!
“GNNYHHA!” Pulling her waist against him one last time and thrusting into her with one final push, he buried his cock as deep inside her as he could, his body shivering and vision fogging as he came, his cock spasming uncontrollably within her, thick bursts of cum flooding her pussy, every inch of her dyed in his colours.
Feeling his cock throbbing inside her, Lissa’s entire body reared up, shivering with each movement as she finally felt, with every part of her body, the moment she realised she’d been waiting for, for so long.
Her mouth was open wide but no sounds came out, her mind was seared utterly blank as she felt his release pushing hard against her walls, as if his seed was touching every inch of her body. Again she came, and gain with each time his cock twitched inside her, with each smaller load pressed hot into her.
At some point it stopped.
At some point she collapsed dizzily into the bed.
At some point he drew her lovingly into his arms.
She had no idea when or how long. Panting weakly and without even the strength to move, it all passed in a warm, comfortable haze.
All she knew, as she’d known instinctively from the instant she’d felt his cum filling her, was that she had changed. She could never live without this feeling…not anymore.
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“I…I missed that.” Lissa admitted, some time later as her thoughts finally returned, her mind slowly beginning to un-fog. “That was…wow…”
“I missed you too.” He answered, smiling warmly before kissing gently across the top of her forehead, holding her carefully in his arms.
“I, I’m so glad you’re back.” She repeated softly, as she recovering slowly from the still fading pleasure. “I wasn’t…I wasn’t really thinking about Emm last year. I…”
Her words trailed off, but he remained silent, giving her time to finish them. “I, I missed you so much, th-that you weren’t there- I, I couldn’t stand it.”
“I’m sorry.” He whispered, once again hating the pain his actions had caused his comrades. “I… You know, if I could have been, I would…I would never want to leave you alone, not on her day.”
“I… It’s fine. You…you saved the world. And now you’re back…it’s, I, I really do feel better. Even today, it just feels, it feels right. I-I’m really happy.”
“Yeah.” He nodded. The pain would return, he knew that, even after all this time he still couldn’t forgive himself for the hurt his failure had caused.
But, for now. Everything felt right.
“Robin…” Somehow, in that moment, basking in the afterglow with a man who was not her husband, words Lissa had never allowed herself to speak came forth. “I always thought… You know, th-that something might happen between us.”
Normally he would deny it, play along with the charade they’d maintained most of their time together, that all he saw her only as the sister of his friend.
Today of all days though, he couldn’t lie to her, not about this.
“Yeah.” He nodded.
He’d thought it a thousand times, a million times. About a relationship with her, of approaching her some other time during the year, of what could be.
He’d thought about it right until he’d gotten to know Lucina. Then never once since.
“I love you.” She admitted softly. “But, it just…I got close to Lon, and I fell for him, I loved him, I love him. Just, it, it was all so fast, and with Owain…”
In many ways Lissa had been one of the lucky ones. Her son had arrived after she’d already begun a tentative relationship with Lon’qu, his sudden appearance had been a shock, but mostly it’d just acted as a catalyst, confirming their relationship to the group.
They’d been married within a few weeks of his arrival.
‘Lucky…’ Robin sighed, looking at the conflicted face of the girl in his arms. ‘A difficult type of luck.’ It had confirmed her feelings for Lon’qu and given her an assurance of the future…but also meant she’d never fully reconciled her feelings for him. To her, he had always remained a “what if”, a question she’d never had the chance to answer.
He loved her too of course, he always had. Just not in the same way he loved Lucina. It hadn’t been until he’d met the time travelling princess that he’d truly understood that.
“Gods…” Lissa winced, closing her eyes and rolling away from him, with her pain and fear pushed away and her lust sated, only now did he enormity of her actions finally weigh on her. “I love Lon. I do! I just- Just... Somehow I always knew it. I knew that I’d end up here again, th-that I’d do this. Naga. I-I really did, I’m a cheater, a who-”
“You’re not.” Robin interrupted, reaching out and dragging her back to him, wrapping his arms securely around her, his lips a millimetre from her shoulder as he spoke. “You’re neither.
“It’s natural you’d end up here.” He assured her, his voice a gentle whisper to her pained ramble. “You belong here.”
“I-”
“This isn’t cheating Lissa.” He continued, his lips laying gentle kisses across her sensitive skin. “How can it be? You’re mine.”
Gasping lightly as his fingers trailed softly across her skin, Lissa’s body shuddered once more in the lingering pleasure and she relented instantly.
She knew then, she couldn’t resist her desires, nor could she deny his words.
“Yeah.” She sighed finally, a warm smile returning to her face as she snuggled comfortably back into his loving embrace. “I’m yours.”
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AN: So now hopefully you can see why I split this into the bonus chapter last time! Doing so let me expand on a lot of those scenes! Hopefully you enjoyed them!
Hopefully you enjoyed that dream sequence at the start too. A taste of things to come perhaps…
In response to feedback:
-Mega: Yes, alas, RL is getting in more and more. Hopefully won't interfere too much with the next chapter, but it's been getting worse, so we'll see. Hah, I actually really like the idea of Minerva approving of Robin. *Yoink* Think I'll use that!
-Cedricus: Yay! Just as I wanted her to be, Morgan's a bit of a handful but definitely she loves her parents. Sorry you feel bad for Lucina, there'll be a few scenes like that, dramatic irony and such, but it's building to a big turning point for her. She won't suffer.
-Zeroshi12: I actually have a plan for Anna that I think may go outside expectations slightly. Hopefully it works out well, I'm quite looking forward to her chapter! The plan is to include ALL Shepherds, so Aversa will be present...but, she won't be present as Spotpass Aversa. Make of that what you will! Haha.
-Toggle: Yes, I've always planned to have a few "bonus" chapters, I just wasn't expecting to use one so soon. They'll be especially important when I've got more girls going on, otherwise Robin would be pretty much always just ignoring everyone else to focus on his latest target and that's no fun!
Up next… The stage is now set, the introductions have been done, isn’t it about time we brought on a dancer?
Oh and one final thing. If you’ve read this far, please, do me a favour: Raise your hands to the sky and say “つ ◕◡◕ ༽つ FNATIC TAKE MY ENERGY! ༼ つ ◕◡◕ ༽つ!”
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