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An archer's reward.	By : Datsexypootisburdtho Category: +A through F > Fire Emblem (all) > Fire Emblem (all) Views: 12049 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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AN: Another day, another girl for our moss-headed archer to plow. And I'm glad you enjoyed last chapter Kratos, feel free to go in depth about what you liked or didn't like about it! Honestly, I was kinda scrambling for who was gonna take Micaiah's place, then I saw that you'd like to see Titania star in a chapter and my search was over. Maybe I should make a thread for this on the forums, hmmmm..... I'm not gonna give away anything I plan on for later, save this. Elincia will show up again, as I am heavily biased in her favor.
Moaning as he attached himself to her breast, Mia pressed his head further into her ample tits, her hips bouncing atop Rolf's impressive, and still growing, cock. "Goddess Rolf, mmm just like that." Biting her lip as he played with her hardened teat, Mia increased her speed, her hips starting to slap against his, the sound filling the clearing around them. Thankfully it was far enough away from the main encampment, so there was no danger of being spotted.

Not that the sniper was letting the busty woman riding him do all the work. Thrusting his hips at a matching rhythm, Rolf was driving his cock deep into her warm pussy, driving the swordmaster crazy. She'd already reached climax twice, and she could feel a third building quickly. And if the throbbing of the dick thrusting rapidly inside her cunt was any indication, her lover was about to reach his peak soon.

Slowing her pace atop his dick, Mia began to roll her hips in a fashion that almost made the sniper finish then and there. "Hey, Rolf. Isn't today your birthday?" Mouth still attached to her breast, he looked up and nodded. "Well, here's your present. You can cum inside me today, whenever you wan-" A rather crucial factor Mia had not taken into account is just how much Rolf loved not having to pull out, to be able to cum deep inside a woman whenever he wanted. And now that he'd experienced it with Titania recently, he didn't want to give it up.

What this meant for the unknowing swordmaster, she would soon discover. A popping noise as he left her breast, Rolf surged upwards, surprising Mia, and letting him pin her underneath his body. As she opened her mouth to question what brought this along, her words turned into a series of high-pitched moans, which then turned into sobs of pleasure as Rolf's hips became a blur, pounding her pussy with quick, powerful strokes, and with an almost scream of his name, Mia's orgasm struck.

Tears beginning to run down her face as the fires of her climax seared through her body, a small part of Mia's mind not consumed by the sheer pleasure coursing through her, noted that Rolf must have been been vexed with her insistence that he finish outside. Then he somehow increased his pace, seemingly ignoring the walls pulsing and clamping around his cock, and that train of thought vanished.

As Rolf hilted himself inside her, his groin soaked with her juices, he came with a groan, his balls twitching as they pumped his seed into the swordmaster's pussy, thick, hot ropes of cum pouring into her womb, Mia seeing white as her climax peaked at the sensation, loving the feeling of Rolf's thick, sticky jizz filling her deepest depths.

After what felt like an eternity, Mia began to come down from her apex, and stared up at her panting lover, his lungs working as if he'd just ran a marathon. Biting her lip, her expression almost made him burst again then and there. 'It's funny. I thought I was giving him a present, and then he goes and makes me cum harder than I ever have. Maybe I should turn this into a weekly thing, possible pregnancy be damned.'

Gulping audibly as the cock-stuffed and cum-filled beauty below him licked her lips, Rolf got the feeling he'd come to regret Mia's present. "...... I'm gonna be sore tomorrow aren't I?" Her answering grin all but assured him so. "Do I get a minute to rest first or-"

His question was answered as Mia removed his member, his seed soon flowing out of her filled pussy, and shifted to her hands and knees. "There, that's your break. Now hurry up while I still want you to cum inside me." Taking a moment to marvel at her round, shapely ass, Rolf quickly lined himself up and pushed into her once more, the slightly odd feeling of his recently-deposited load an afterthought to the vice-like grip around his cock.

Biting her lip as his considerable girth spread her walls around him once more, Mia released a pleased sigh as her lover began to thrust away once more, the new sensation of cum sloshing around an odd, albeit welcome one. "Don't, mmmm, you're so big, don't expect this to be a regular thing now. Only for the rest of today, you hear?" Her reply was harder, faster strokes, almost knocking the breath from her lungs. "Harder dammit! At this rate I'll still be able to walk straight tomorrow!"
The war against Begnion continued, and with Soren's keen mind delivering them victory after victory, it seemed to look as if they would soon force a surrender in their favor. Sadly, as the saying goes, no plan survives contact with the enemy. Their momentum shattered, along with the body of their general, Skrimir, the Laguz Alliance was forced to retreat, Begnion's Crimson General, Zelgius, almost single-handedly stopping their forces with his defeat of the brash Lion Prince.

Taking refuge at Castle Seliora, the Greil Mercenaries pondered their next move, the members of the elite group taking the time to rest and recover. However, when a rogue Begnion General violated the cease-fire Zelgius had put in place, they were forced to fight once more. And contrary to the expectations of the force of soldiers, they were more than capable of handling the numerically superior army.

Focused on their targets, Rolf and Shinon picked off stragglers, and any healers located in the Begnion ranks. The token force of Dragon knights were kept in check by Haar, the one-eyed Dragon Lord almost absent-mindedly ensuring they would not be attacked from above. And while Rolf was used to Mia's prowess on the field, the newly-minted Trueblade almost a orange blur amongst the enemy soldiers, he'd forgotten just what Ike was capable of. The tall, broad-shouldered man was practically a force of nature, tearing swathes through the Begnion force.

The blue-haired former general eyed the force around his opposing commander, and made a snap decision. "Boyd, Nephenee, on me. That's the enemy commander, we take him down and the rest should scatter. Everybody else, slowly advance, and don't let them gain an inch. Heather?" The blonde Rogue perked up as he called out. "See if he doesn't have anything worth taking as we clear a path. We'll make sure there won't be anybody to target you."

"Tall order there, isn't it Commander? I'll have his pocket picked clean, don't you worry."

"Good. Let's move people!" And like a dam had burst, Ike, Boyd and Nephenee charged, shattering the lines of their enemies, Ike in particular a veritable whirlwind of death, his great-sword, Ettard, almost cleaving soldiers in two at times. Not that his companions were slouches, Boyd's sheer power rivaling, if not exceeding that of Ike's, the Warrior's battleaxe crushing all who stood in his way.

Covering their flank, Nephenee expertly sidestepped oncoming blows, her shield stopping what she couldn't cold, and her lance was soon red with blood, each thrust aimed perfectly at gaps in armor, and sometimes just outright punching through it. As he watched the maelstrom of death rapidly approaching, Lombroso could barely believe his eyes, his superior force shattering before him.

A mad chuckle began to escape him, much to the worry of the soldiers near him. Before he could draw his axe and charge, he felt a slight weight leave his horse, and turned to see a blonde woman in blue scampering to a swiftly-charging Ike. "How did she get through our defenses?! Is anybody even paying attention?! Kill her!" And with a snap of the reigns and a kick of his heels, Lombroso began his charge, his mind focused entirely on killing Heather.

Laughing madly, he hefted his short axe and threw it straight at the retreating Rogue, only for a large blade to contemptuously bat it down. Standing in his way, breathing measured and controlled, Ike planted his feet and gripped Ettard with both hands. Spurring his mount on with a mad shout, he charged, battleaxe hefted high.

As his enemy began to swing his battleaxe, Ike effortlessly turned it to the side and reached out, his arm like the hand of Death, yanking Lombroso off his charging horse. The mad commander desperately looked around, only to find his forces routed, and the Greil Mercenaries approaching their commander.

"Pardon me, but if you would release this fool into my custody, I'll ensure he won't bother anyone ever again." Head snapping up, boot firmly planted on Lombroso's chest, Ike watched as a soldier, high in rank judging by his armor and weapon, approached with his hands raised in the universal "I mean no harm" sign.

"I take it you mean execution for defying General Zelgius?" The man nodded. "Well, we could handle it for you here and now, if you like." He paused, hand at his chin as he considered it.

"Very well. Whether it's here or back at base-camp, his fate won't change. Shall I perform the duty, Sir Ike, or will you handle it?" They quickly decided on how Lombroso's execution would be carried out, and as Boyd hauled the giggling man to the nearest stump, and pushed him down on his front, General Levail stood ready.

"Lombroso. Do you have any last words?" The doomed man only continued to laugh, his mind refusing to comprehend it all. Levail sighed. "I see. I'll ensure your family is taken care of. May the Goddess have mercy on your soul." And with a shout of effort, Levail raised his blade above his head, and swung down. Taking a cloth from his lieutenant, Levail wiped the blade clean, before handing it back to Ike.

"My thanks, Sir Ike, for allowing me to perform my duty. I must say, I wish we did not have to be on opposing sides in this war. Farewell, Greil Mercenaries." And he strode to his horse, his man following, and they left, soon out of sight save for the bowmen.
Later that night, Rolf sighed in contentment as he enjoyed a warm bath, the water soothing the day's aches away. A door opened, and Rolf cracked an eye, and his face was soon red for reasons wholly unrelated to the water, not that he wasn't enjoying the sight.

As she dropped the last of her sashes onto the pile of his already-discarded clothes, Aimee's lips twitched upwards in a small smirk, the older merchant blatant in her stare towards his member. "My my. If I had known you were so gifted Rolf, I may have approached you earlier." A long, pale leg stretched out as she began to lower herself into the water, a light gasp escaping her lips at the temperature.

As Aimee slowly lowered herself into the water, her leisurely pace gave Rolf ample opportunity to appreciate the sight of her nude form. The contrast between a merchant and a warrior was stark, albeit pleasing, to the eye. Her legs, long and pale, had more meat on them than he was used to, her thighs in particular being a target for his stare.

Her waist was another such area of difference, having the slight plump of a woman that didn't train for, much less participate in, combat, but still watcher her weight. His eyes going further up, causing a blush of her own to form, Rolf stopped at her breasts. While modest in size, albeit on the somewhat big end of that scale, they were very nicely shaped, each perfectly round and surprisingly perky despite her age. Her dark red nipples were already stiff, and to his mild surprise, puffy. He'd never seen it before, but he found it interesting.

And her hips were almost as wide as Titania's, a fact he was all too aware of as Aimee left her navel up on display in the warm water. "I may not be as trim and toned as the other women, but I hope you still find my body pleasing to your eyes." At that, Rolf brought his gaze up to her face, expression carefully deadpan, and Aimee broke into a giggling fit.

"I would hope the answer to that would be obvious, Ms. Aimee." Her ruby-red lips parted in a smile, she crossed the short distance between them in two strides of her long legs. "Did I say someth-" His words cut off, Rolf stiffened in some surprise as her lips smothered his, the older woman's tongue darting into his mouth, and he could taste wine upon it. 'She's been drinking? But why?'

Deciding to roll with it for now, Rolf dropped his hands to her full, round ass and began to knead the sizable cheeks, a moan coming from her mouth. Aimee pressed further, squishing her breasts against his chest as her kiss slowly grew more needy, more desperate, a series of little whines and mewls leaving her mouth. Eventually, she broke apart for air, bosom heaving as she panted for breath.

"Ms. Aimee? Are you, is everything alright? Were you drinking tonight?" At his line of questioning, she looked down, her arms crossed under her breasts. It was obvious she was not doing her best, and that thought didn't sit right with him. "If there's something wrong, let me help you. I don't like seeing you, seeing anybody, hurting like this." It occurred to Rolf that this was the second time in 2 weeks he'd be having sex with a woman at least 10 years his senior, if not more, and he began to wonder if he would end up having a thing for such women.

"It's, it's just, I've been so lonely for a few years now, you know? I can't remember the last time a man looked at me and wanted me as a woman. Hell, the last guy to start complimenting me? Soren, of all people." That caused Rolf's brows to shoot up. Soren, complimenting anybody? "I see you're as surprised as I was. If you really want to help me Rolf, then make me feel like a woman tonight. Make love to me. And drop the Ms. for tonight, would you?"

He loosed a little laugh at that. As if she'd needed to ask him to try to make him want to do this. "Well Aimee," he didn't miss the small shudder his tone of voice caused her, "I'll give you my best effort then." As she stepped back into arms reach, Rolf once more put his hand on her ass, his other hand playing with her breasts. As a series of moans began to leave her mouth, he brought their lips together, his tongue slowly leading hers in a dance.

Gradually, he increased the pace of the kiss, exploring her mouth in earnest as his hand drifted from her breast, traveling down her waist. As his fingers brushed over a little nub at her center, Aimee moaned helplessly into the kiss, her hips bucking against his hand.

Breaking apart, Rolf had Aimee sit on the edge of the tub, where the merchant spread her long legs eagerly, showing off her center. While the area directly around pussy was kept bare, thick, untamed curls of dark hair sat above her clit, and as Rolf slowly dragged his tongue across her folds, she started to consider shaving that as well.

As his mouth worked his magic on her sex, his fingers teasing at her clit, Aimee whimpered in pleasure, her hands roughly groping her own breasts. "Goddess Rolf, right there! Yes!" Her breath coming in short gasps, the older woman was moaning his name as the sniper drove her closer and closer to climax.

Her juices flowing non-stop onto his tongue, Rolf continued exploring the merchant's channel, drinking greedily of her taste. But as much as he loved Aimee moaning his name, her hand pressing his face deeper into her increasingly needy pussy, he had his own needs to deal with. Pulling away was easy, even if he did miss her nectar on his tongue.

"Ah! Why did you stop! I was so close to," her eyes widened slightly as he brought his painfully-hard member to her entrance, answering her question. "Goddess, I thought it was impressive before.... could we move first?"

Stepping out of the water, Aimee quickly gathered several towels together, forming a makeshift mat. Laying herself down, she spread her long legs, a little whine escaping her mouth as the bulging head of Rolf's cock slowly entered her, walls that hadn't spread for anything more than her hands in years reluctant to welcome the intruder.

"Ashera, so tight.... I don't think I'll remember to pull out." Pull out? Oh now there would be none of that, Aimee decided.

"Don't you even think about it. I want every drop of your cum inside me." As he opened his mouth to speak, she silenced him with a finger. "I know the risk, and if I do end up pregnant, I'd gladly have your child. Besides, I love the feel of a man finishing inside me, and you wouldn't deprive me of that, would you?" She looked up at him with a small pout, knowing she had him but good.

His brow twitching as he realized just how well she played him, Rolf pulled back until his tip was all that was inside her, and thrust back in, a low moan drawn from her lips as he started his pace slow, short gasps and little whimpers escaping Aimee at the sedate speed of his thrusts.

As he steadily picked up the pace, Rolf leaned further down, capturing her lips in a kiss, his tongue gliding along her mouth as her moans increased in pitch and frequency. The mature merchent's long legs locked in place around his waist as he began to fuck her in earnest, the sounds of flesh clapping together filling the room. 'Ahhh, Rolf.... Ashera, he's so big....'

Slowly realizing he may indeed have a thing for older women, Rolf upped the force behind his thrusts again, his cock hammering away at Aimee's pussy, the walls pulsing as the older woman started to sob from the pleasure coursing through her body. A choked cry left her mouth as he attached himself once more to her breast, his hand expertly fondling the unattended tit even as he bit down at her nipple, at last driving Aimee to a shuddering climax.

"ROLF! Goddess yes! Mmmm, don't stop!" It was like lightning was searing through her body, her limbs going numb from the white-hot intensity of her orgasm. Her juices soaked his groin as he kept pounding away, the wet noises of her pussy clamping down on his member only exciting him further, and so he began to fuck her harder, the sniper feeling his own climax fast approaching.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum soon Aimee! I can't stop myself!" She could not respond with words, every thrust of his prodigious cock driving the air from her lungs, the fading embers of her climax stoked anew into a blaze of pleasure. As her head swam in the feelings her young lover was giving her, Aimee wanted nothing more in that moment than for him to spill his seed in her womb, to fill her to overflowing, and for her body to carry his child.

As Rolf continued to hammer away at the sopping mess of the dark-haired woman beneath him, an uninvited observer stared through the gaps in the door, her soaked panties stuffed into her mouth as she relentlessly fingered herself to another mind-numbing climax.

Although she couldn't believe what she was watching at first, Mist soon found herself unable to look away as her best friend began to kiss, fondle, and fuck the older merchant woman into a stupor, wanting to take her place so badly it hurt. A muffled cry escaped her gagged mouth as her third climax crashed over her, and as it seared through her body, Mist seriously considered joining in, anything that would get the impressively-endowed sniper to fuck her into a delirious mess like he was doing to Aimee.

As her walls pulsed around her fingers, the young cleric began the journey to another orgasm, needing to cum again. So blinded was she to anything but her own lust and the cock pistoning in and out of the older woman's pussy, Mist only noticed she had a visitor when a pair of hands began kneading her small yet shapely ass, slim fingers squeezing her firm, round cheeks.

"Hnnngh?!" Turning her head around to, Mist saw Heather behind her, the blonde thief with a hungry smirk on her face, giving a little wave. Then she lowered her head down to the blazing furnace that was Mist's slit, and gave the puffy lips a long, slow lick, her tongue eagerly lapping up the considerable amounts of juices she had secreted.

Breath catching in her throat as the skilled tongue of the fair-haired rogue licked and explored her most private area, Mist buried her face in her arms, quiet sobs wracking her lithe frame as Heather ate her pussy like it was her last meal.

'Goddess she tastes so good! I could spend an entire day devouring her tight little snatch, but I can't drag this out the way I'd like to here. Guess I'll just make sure she seeks me out by herself later!' Pressing her face deep into the chestnut-haired girl's groin, Heather practically fit her entire mouth inside her crown jewel, making love to it with her mouth, kissing it, licking it, sucking on it, getting drunk off her nectar.

Climax after climax crashed over Mist, her world focused entirely on that heavenly tongue devouring her needy, puffy pussy. Delirious from the sensations, she hardly noticed being carried into Heather's room, the rogue showing surprising strengh for her frame. As she was gently laid on the bed, the rest of her clothes removed, she only had one thought on her sex-addled mind.

"More, please! I, I need more!" As she stripped herself down, swinging her legs over the bed to press her own sopping channel into the hungry mouth of the cleric beneath her, the frantic licks drawing moans from her lips, Heather dove back down into what had swiftly become her favorite snack, free to finally give this pussy the treatment it deserved. All night long. And if she came a few times doing so, well that's just a bonus.

Mist placed both hands on her lovers ass, fingers squeezing the ample amounts of flesh as she pressed her snatch deeper into her eager mouth. She didn't quite know how she was supposed to be doing this, but if the grinding of Heather's hips was any indication, she was doing something right. A sob escaped her, as lewd slurping sounds came from her groin. The older rogue was sucking u her juices like it was a drink, and by Ashera Mist didn't want her to stop.

"Haaah, haaah, H-Heather?" Reluctantly, the blonde lifted her head away from the divine pussy she'd been draining to look at her young partner. "Could, could we," her words were cut short, as the other woman guessed correctly, lips smothering her own. Mist tasted herself on her tongue, and eagerly explored every corner of her mouth.

'As much as I want to keep my mouth down there, this does give me the chance to please both of us.' Placing her soaked slit against the puffy lips of Mist's, she began to grind against it, wet sounds coming from her actions. And for the poor, overwhelmed cleric, it brought the biggest orgasm of the night, her mind going blank as she babbled incoherently, her pussy soaking Heather's groin even further. Despite a small part wondering if the girl would be alright in the morning, the blonde dismissed it, and continued to grind their slits together.
Utterly unaware of what was happening outside the bath however, Rolf was closing in on his second orgasm, the copius amounts of jizz sloshing around Aimee's well-fucked cunt, his cock pressing it deeper inside her with every thrust. Her walls gripped him still, as if they would not be content until his balls had been fully emptied inside her.

"Aaahhh, mhhhmm! Harder Rolf, fuck me harder!" As always, he rose to the challenge, his hips almost a blur as they pounded her silly, loud, wet smacking filling the room. "Cum for me baby, I need your hot cum in me again!"

"Aimee!" And with a cry of her name, he came again, this load bigger than the last, his balls churning as burst after burst of thick, sticky semen painted her pussy white, her womb flooding once more with his seed. Hips jerking as his groin was pressed flush to hers, Rolf panted as his orgasm continued, his hands gripping her hips almost painfully tight.

Mewling as the thick, hot cum flooded her insides, Aimee reached up, bringing Rolf's mouth to hers in a slow, sensual kiss, the older merchant trying to say with her lips what she couldn't with words. After a moment which both lasted forver, and was over far too quickly, they parted, Rolf's breathing mostly under conrol as his softening cock slid from her tightness, seed spilling forth.

"I, I know it was out of the blue, but thank you Rolf, for tonight. Never before has a man made me feel so good, so loved as you did." Giggling as his face flushed a bright red from her words, Aimee reached up and ruffled his hair. "Oh come now, can a woman not thank a man after the best sex of her life? I'm not asking you for a commitment, just, every now and again, if you would keep me company at night...."

He didn't even have to think about his answer. "Yeah, if that would make you hapy, that's what I'll do." Forcing down the rush his reply gave her, Aimee smiled warmly at him, gently kissing him as she made to stand up. "Although, if I could ask a favor myself..."

"Name it, and it's, oh. My my, what stamina the youth have these days. Inside me again?"

"Your mouth, actually, if you don't mind." Laughing lightly, the dark-haired woman knelt down to his groin, taking his slowly hardening member into her mouth, his hands running through her still-damp locks.
AN: Well that's another chapter done. I was struglling with who would be in the chapter after Mia made another appearance, and eventually decided on Aimee, as she's never been used before I think. So yay me, with really niche character usage ahahaha. I will make no promises on if Rolf will actually get one of his girls pregnant eventually.

And I'd been kicking around the idea of Mist stumbling onto Rolf and whichever lady he would currently be plowing for a little while now, and Heather kind of wrote herself into it, one thing led to another blah blah you know how this goes. First time doing that kind of thing, so I hope I didn't do too badly. As always, constructive criticism is welcomed, and suggestions for who you want are as well. I'll even do ladies from other FE games as one-shots if anybody really wants to see that.

Also I made a post for the story if anybody wants to suggest girls, discuss it or anything in general. Here's the link
http://www2.adult-fanfiction.org/forum/topic/67156-an-archers-reward-review-replies-and-other-stuff-topic/
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