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Chapter Five: Pillow Talk
Only when Tharja dragged her left hand up his chest and to her lips, the cum leaving a slick trail on his body, did Robin start to regain his senses. It made him feel dirty, used even, to know that his seed was being smeared across his body like lewd war paint, proof that Tharja had taken claim to him.
He shuddered when she did it again, this time sliding her hands through the handkerchief to gather more of his semen and dragging it up and over his shoulder. Her tongue followed where it could reach, sucking and licking away at the tracks left behind by her fingers. It felt strange, ticklish even.
But he flinched when she put it on his cheek, turning away on reflex.
Tharja merely chuckled, administering the same attention with her tongue over the spot before pulling away.
"Open your mouth."
He was sure she could see the thoughts in his head. If he protested now, would she back away? He had just let Tharja take absolute control of the situation, and now she was about to make him eat his own-
Tharja's other hand had moved south to his member again. Though he was no longer hard, he hadn't gone fully flaccid and could still feel that sucking feeling in his navel, making him groan through his teeth. She moved back to play with his ear and neck again with her lips.
A part of him wanted to just comply and let her continue leading. But the humiliation and the knowledge that she was getting off on this made him pause.
"Do it and I can make your fantasy real."
Was… Was she talking about what he masturbated to last night? It wasn't an ideal one. But to back away now, to have gone so far and still be a virgin…
Another gentle tug from below and he slowly let his lips part. She purred and stuck her fingers in.
"Suck."
He tried not to think too much about the taste. Instead he focused on the breasts that were pushing up against him, the strokes on his member, the soft breath on his ear.
"Swallow," she said, pulling her fingers from his mouth.
He really tried to not think too much about the taste. Or the feeling of it. With difficulty Robin pushed it down his throat.
Tharja moved out from behind him and chill from the cold air made him tense. "Lie down on your back." Once he was flat on the ground, she moved in front of him before getting down and crawling up to his neck. As he did so his eyes did not leave her, and when she stared back, dragging her tongue and lips down from his shoulder to his waist and then to his cock, he felt as if Tharja was churning a fire within him.
She didn't take him into her mouth at first, instead sliding her tongue around the area and up his shaft, lapping up whatever she may have missed. He hissed, taking sharp breaths as that pulling feeling returned to his gut. Her fingers gently raked across his chest and down his thighs, making him grow back in size.
Heat and wetness engulfed him and he moaned. Her tongue was deft, licking away at contours that he didn't even know existed. And when she started to lower herself before dragging back up again, he weakly cried and shivered under her.
But before things became unbearable, she pulled off of him and he found himself pining for her touch. She stood up and made eye contact with him again and he was sure that she knew exactly how badly he wanted more.
And then she started to undress. First was the cape, which fluttered to the ground. Then the outer garments that covered her breasts were next, which shielded them from prying eyes. He could see the globes from below, the nipples jutting out from beneath the dark mesh.
Then very slowly she undid the sash at her waist, revealing her nude form beneath that silky material. Eyes still on his, she walked over to his bed and lied down, putting her head on his pillow. Raising a hand, she curled the index finger towards herself, beckoning to come over. "Undress me."
She did not have to repeat the order. Standing up, he rushed over to her and climbed onto the bed, finally knowing that he would get to actually do something. Taking a quick study of the material, he saw that it actually was two pieces of cloth, like a form-fitting sweater and pants. His fingers slid underneath the material and began to pull upwards, but she quickly grasped his wrist, making him pause.
"Slowly." There was that smile again. "Feel me as you do so." He felt himself nod a little, his finger beginning to slide the cloth upwards, his knuckles dragging against her supple skin. When he reached her breasts, he paused a moment, heat rushing to his cheeks, before pushing it past and off her arms.
So… these were breasts.
Tentatively he reached out to them, feeling their shape and form. They felt firm in his hand, yet when he pressed in they softly gave way to his touch. His fingers traced the contours, feeling every corner of them for what felt like hours.
Tharja said nothing, merely smiling at him when he finally stopped and reached for the cloth at her waist. He could see a dark stain forming in the middle of it and that burning sensation returned to his face. Slowly he dragged it off of her, revealing creamy thighs and her folds in between them. Her legs spread and he realized he was staring, averting his gaze a little to the side.
"You've been a good boy," she said, voice lower and husky. She led him by the hand up to her body again before grasping his aching member with the other. With a deft movement, she placed the tip at the entrance and pushed against it, making Robin moan as she enveloped his head.
"No more rules, Robin." The most wicked grin he had ever seen from her spread across her lips. "Don't be shy and no need to be gentle." One hand went to the back of his head, pulling him towards her breasts, while the other went to his hip and pulled him deeper into her.
"I've been wet since last night."
With a hiss, he began to move his body.

Tharja found herself waking up at the crack of dawn, not from habit, but from realization. She had been unaware of it at first, but as she turned to her side, beginning to idly stroke Robin's blond hair as he slept as calmly as she had ever seen him do so, it became apparent. It was the sense of feeling normal, like everything around the two of them was going as expected.
And that was when she realized that whatever dark aura had been hanging around Robin seemed to have been mollified. Granted, she knew that sexual frustration had been among one of its causes, but that would did not explain why it still hung around within Robin. Surely it would swirl around and rise to the surface once more.
But for now it was at peace. A strange peace, one that she would have preferred to end, but didn't mind lasting a little longer, not if it meant she could be this close to him. Maybe she could even find herself wanting it in the future.
Tharja could make this work. She would have to be patient with Robin, but she could make it work in the end and he would understand her desire for him, both fleshly and beyond. And she would have to be careful about it. No one could find out about the two of them, not until later.
As softly as she could, she rose and began to dress herself. She wasn't leaving him to the proverbial empty bed, not in the slightest. She just needed a little bit of time straighten her cards and play them right.
Especially if she brought up the mark on his hand. But there was no need to rush. All in due course. But first she needed to clean that handkerchief.

When Robin woke up, he found himself anxiously looking to his right, towards the wall that his bed was against, before becoming crestfallen when Tharja wasn't there. He thought she would have at least stayed with him, considering how they still had much to discuss. Perhaps she had left a note?
Still, he sighed. This wasn't exactly how he envisioned himself on the morning after his first sexual experience. He had imagined that after an amazing night for him and his partner, they would cuddle, kiss, talk, and maybe even go another round.
But he felt like he had been used, taken advantage, and somewhat discarded. It was an emptying feeling, like he had been tarnished. Just a plaything for the night and then left for the next thrill.
"Stop worrying. I'm over here."
Tharja's voice made him snap his body towards her, reflexively bunching the sheets next to him. As surprised as he was, he felt slight relief washing over him to see her sitting on his chair. His clothes were neatly folded and on the side.
"What time is it?" he carefully asked.
"It's midmorning. Slept well, I assume?"
"… I think so." Should he ask now, to try and sort out his situation just a little bit? "How… how did I do?"
"Inexperienced, but it was good enough. That will come in time. Now let's get you dressed." She said it casually, so different from last night's tone. Was it all over now?
Still, he was naked under the sheets and was embarrassed to step out. He never imagined that being naked in front of a woman would be so nerve wracking. Perhaps it was because Tharja was fully dressed while he was not. "Umm…"
"I've seen you naked twice, Robin, and you have a cute butt. No point in hiding from me now." She pointed with her finger to the ground in front of her. "Stand here."
"Al…Alright." With a glow on his cheeks he slowly peeled the sheets away and stepped towards the indicated spot. He reached for the clothes, but then Tharja gently held his wrists.
"No." She picked up his smallclothes and knelt by his feet. "I like to end things in this way, so to speak. Lift your feet."
And she slowly began to dress him, beginning from his small clothes, then his shirt, followed by pants and finally his purple coat. It was different from last night. Robin was aware that it was still just as sensual, but without her lingering touches and feels and the ear biting. Granted, he was still struggling with his morning wood that he was sure Tharja saw, but the act was still welcome, especially considering his previous worries.
"All done."
She moved back to his armchair and sat down, pulling her legs together and tapping her thighs. She placed herself a little bit towards the front of the seat, leaning to reach the back of the chair with her shoulders. "Sit here." He warily moved himself over, taking a glance into her eyes before turning around and placing himself in her lap, acutely aware that his feet were dangling a good bit off of the ground. Immediately her hands circled around his chest and waist, pulling him closer to her and he felt her breathe in deep.
Okay, so maybe being seated in her lap was kind of sexy.
"How was it?" she said into his ear.
He exhaled, recounting his thoughts. "When I was waiting for you to get to my room, I was afraid you changed your mind."
"A part of the game." He could feel the vibrations against his back as she spoke. "Proper build up and anticipation prior to sex affects how enjoyable it is." He felt her kiss his hair. "After that, it was just guiding you through the steps."
"And making me taste my own cum was one of them?"
"It's part of the control, Robin. You could have always refused, even from the start."
That was technically true. "You try thinking straight when you're horny."
"Heh, did you forget what I said before the real fun started?"
He gave a sigh. "Sorry I asked." Her arms were a lot better at behaving now compared to last night, seemingly content with just where they were. "What happened to the handkerchief?"
"Cleaned and tucked away." His cheeks blushed, recalling where she liked to put it. But he felt less mortified over the fact now than before.
"Was I… you know…" he cautiously said, a little worried about his question, "big enough?"
"Heh heh, big enough to matter."
He still felt a little embarrassed, but he felt better with her answer. "Why me?" he asked after a short pause.
"I don't know," she gently answered, "but I like you." He already knew that answer from when they were at the dinner table, but he still felt himself stiffen a little. "You still haven't answered my question."
"It was… not what I expected," he decided to say. "I imagined my first time to be more… cuddly, I guess. And a little less one-sided."
"Like now?" she dug her nose towards his neck, arms tightening a tiny bit.
"But this is still one-sided though," he turned his head to face her. "I mean, you were behind my back half the night, and you're still behind my back now."
"Hmm…" she pondered for a quick moment before an expectant smile came to her lips. "Get off and turn around." Her arms slid away from him and he moved off of her, turning his body to face hers. Keeping her legs together, she reclined even further, pushing herself out of the chair a little bit. Grasping his hand, she gently tugged him over. "Climb on."
Placing his knees at the side of her legs, he became aware that he was practically straddling her and his cheeks burned. He tried to keep himself at a respectable distance, but Tharja's hands slid down to his hips and pushed him above her, giving them a soft squeeze for good measure.
For once, he found himself looking down on another woman. He could pretend he was taller, even if it was just some fancy body positioning. But even when they were having sex the highest he came up to was her breasts.
Even though it was with someone he didn't expect, he had to admit that this…
This was pretty damn sexy.
"Better?"
"Yes… I suppose." He found that his hands had naturally gone to her shoulders. "So… where does this put us now?"
"Depends on what you want from it. Love, sex, it's all fair game here."
Love would be nice. But Tharja? In the end, sex was sex… but love? With her? What would that even look like? "Well, I've never really considered love between us as something that could really happen… but after last night, I would say that things… well, I'm not sure where I want to go with this now."
Her smile grew on her lips, and he became aware of how close they were.
"We can approach the love topic later. For now, I can be there to help alleviate your…" she licked her lips, "frustration. No more needing to beat off on your own. Not a bad offer, no?"
That was certainly not a bad offer. "…But is this right though? I mean… I'm… if the camp got wind of this… you could be-"
"I'll be careful. But thanks for the concern." A hand drifted through his hair before resting on the back of it.
"Have you ever kissed a girl, Robin?"
"… No."
Her smiling lips were upon his in a heartbeat and he let her pull him down.

A/N: And thus ends the part one of sorts. This is also the end of all the prewritten stuff I've done so far, so that unfortunately means that updates for this fic will slow down.
So in this chapter, we have Robin somewhat coming to terms with what exactly he's gotten himself into. He's not sure what will come out of it, but for now he's deciding to see where it will take him. It does seem pleasant, after all. Again, really not much to say. Everything I probably wanted to say went into the notes in chapter one. I probably won't have too much to say until the next chapter, where I have to sit down and plan a lot more.
But the next chapter is more of just a bonus/filler-like chapter. I think the format I'll be following is kind of going to be sort of a "serious story building - oneshot chapter of sorts with minor plot consequences - serious story building." It's a new format I want to approach for now, though the line between that may blur later on. Think of it like a car picking up speed. Maybe. It might not be the best analogy.
Again, chapters will probably slow down a bit to a more manageable update pace, which makes me sad. But look forward to another chapter of Letters for Cordy next. That one is almost ready.
I look forward to all comments and criticism.
I do not own Fire Emblem.
See you next time.
**I'll be pausing here for now. You can check out the rest of the story on fanfiction.net under drunkdragon. I expect the rest to be up shortly, but we'll see.**
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