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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: Well hopefully y'all enjoyed that Mist/Heather scene last chapter. If anybody has any tips for writing girl-on-girl scenes, by all means let me know, as the thought process for that was literally if I think it's hot then add it. Then again that's how this thing got started and is continued soooooooo. Anyway, now for the newest girl to jump our plucky protag's bones.
Waking with a low hum, Mist looked around in sleepy confusion, wondering why her room seemed different, before a shape next to her shifted, blonde hair and blue eyes smiling up at her. "Morning sweety. You sleep well?" And her memories of the night before flooded her mind, momentarily drivng all color from her face. "Mist? Something wrong honey?" Then the color came rushing back as she recalled just what they did and how good it felt, especially how good it felt, and Mist squirmed as a now-familiar heat began to pool between her legs.

"It's just, before last night I'd never even considered another girl in that kind of light, and now, I'm, I don't know." A hand gently cupped her jaw and turned her to face Heather, the sheet falling away and exposing her breasts, the sight of which increased the heat she was feeling.

"Mist. Did it feel good?" She nodded. "And did you enjoy it, every last part?" Another nod, her throat suddenly drying up. "Do you regret it?"

"..... no, I don't." A small, gentle smile graced Heather's face, and the tension that had filled Mist vainished in an instant. The pretty rogue leaned in, and kissed her slowly, her tongue lightly probing at her lips. After a moment, Mist returned the kiss, allowing the blonde access to her mouth, moaning as her breasts were played with. Skilled fingers deftly pinched and squeezed her nipples, the small buds swiftly growing stiff.

Breaking apart, Heather watched as the cleric's chest heaved, the girl breathing hard for more reasons than physical. ""It's fine to be attracted to girls as well as guys you know. I am, even if I prefer the company of a woman, I wouldn't dream of turning down that hunk of a brother of yours."

Giggling a little as she tried, and failed to envision Heather flirting with Ike, Mist bit her lip as the heat had now grown into a raging fire. "There's not, you don't have to go do anything right now, do you?" A wolfish grin took the place of that reassuring smile, and Mist shivered at the hunger in it. "B-because I'd, I'd like you to, um, do what you did last night again."

"Do what? Say it for me." Throwing the sheets to the floor, Heather pinned Mist beneath her on the bed, the heartbeat of the chestnut-haired girl almost audible. "I won't bite, unless you ask."

Face flushing a shade of red the rogue didn't think was possible, Mist swallowed audibly as she gathered her nerve. "..... _{eat me again, please.} The thought of making her say it louder than a whisper crossed her mind, but that would be too cruel. Maybe later.

"With pleasure. And Mist? don't be afraid to hold me down there, or push me into you. I like it when my girls get rough like that." And on that note, she pushed Mist back against the pillows, and spread her lithe, shapely legs wide apart, lustfully gazing at her favorite thing to taste. "I could eat this pussy all day long..... in fact, I think I will."

Bringing her head mere inches away from the glistening slit, Heather ran her tongue along the damp folds, committing every inch to memory, stopping at random to lick a particular area, the short, needy breaths and moans spurring her on even more than the taste did. She spread the delightful treat with her fingers, memorizing the wonderfully pink color of it, and kissed it, peppering it and her soaked groin with several light touches of her lips. A low whine came from Mist, prompting a throaty chuckle.

"Like I said dear, don't be afraid to push my head down and keep me the-" She didn't get to finish the sentence, hands gripping her head with more strength than the cleric's slim arms would imply. Roughly shoving Heather's head into her puffy core, Mist almost sobbed in relief as that godlike tongue was once more where it belonged, delvng her deepest depths and consuming her juices.

As her thighs pressed around the rogue's head, freeing her arms to roughly fondle her breasts, Mist could feel her orgasm swift approaching when the tongue vanished from her sopping channel. Before she could begin to protest, three fingers replaced it, and Heather began to suck and lick at her clit as her digits pumped in and out of her heat, the blonde only barely brushing over a certain bundle of nerves.

"MMMMPHHH!" Muffling her scream with her pillow, Mist convulsed as her climax seared through her, nectar freely flowing out onto her lover's hands, soon replaced by her mouth, the blue-eyed woman not wanting to miss a drop of this delicious treat. Goddess she just could not get enough of the cleric's puffy pussy, her tongue lapping up her juices as they flowed from her snatch.

As her orgasm finally began to fade, Mist panted for breath, modest breasts heaving as sense returned to her mind. Propping herself up on her elbows, she saw, and heard, the rogue still at work between her legs, wet, lewd noises coming from that heavenly mouth. "Do you, haaaah, have to make, hnnngh, those kinds of, Ashera right there, sounds when you're doing that?" She bit down painfully on her fist as her lover worked her tongue agonizingly slowly over a bundle of nerves, and just as soon as it left, Mist could feel her orgasm building again.

Heather ceased her lazy eating of the girl's pussy, eyebrow raised as she lifted her head, jaw shining with juices. "Do I have to? No. But I find it highly entertaining." Before she could dive back down, a knocking at her door interrupted her.

"Heather? Breakfast will be ready soon. I'd advise you hurry if you want some, Ike isn't down there yet." If it was anybody other than Oscar who had knocked, she would have sworn they did it on purpose, but the green-haired paladin was too kind to even jokingly accuse of such a thing. Sighing to herself, Heather gathered her clothes and dressed, Mist doing so as well, but more slowly.

"Legs a little sore?" Blushing, the chestnut-haired girl nodded. "Believe it or not, healing staves work on those kinds of things. So I suggest stopping by your room and fixing your little limp there."

"A limp that you gave me." An utterly shameless grin streaked across her pretty face, Mist's heart speeding up at the sight. "Could I ask you something real quick? What was that place you hit with your tongue earlier that felt so good?"

"It doesn't really have a name, but I've always heard it referred to as the g-spot. And as for your limp, are you complaining?" A shake of brown locks was her reply. "Thought so. Anytime you want me between your legs again baby," oh how she enjoyed the furiously-red blush spreading across the younger girl's face, "come find me. And don't worry, I'll keep it a secret. Your brother would kill me otherwise."
Sighing to herself, hands rubbing at tired eyes, Micaiah arched into a jaw-cracking yawn as the stack of thrice-damned papers didn't up and vanish like she'd hoped. Blinking tiredly at them, the silver-haired woman wondered if she could hate hard enough for them to catch fire. It was in this state that Jill, commander of the Dracoknights of Daien, found her.

"Lady Micaiah, is everything," she paused, brow raised in mild confusion, "uhhhhh, if I may be so bold, what in Ashera's name are you doing?"

"I'm trying to use the power of hate to set my paperwork on fire. It's not working yet, but I think I'm on the verge of a breakthrough." Jill nodded at her answer, hand coming up to stroke her chin as if the reply made perfect sense.

"I see. How long have you been awake?" A moment passed, the gears of the golden-eyed girl's mind turning. "...... too long, got it. Bed, now." And with no effort at all, Jill hoisted her general over her shoulders, ignoring all squawks of outrage and threats of maiming via light magic. "I'm not cavalry or armor Lady Micaiah, you're gonna have to try something different." Arms crossed beneath her bust, cheeks puffed out in exactly the childish manner she was acting, Micaiah looked nothing like the woman who'd ousted the Begnion Occupation Army.

"I am perfectly able of walking to my tent myself. You don't have to carry me like a sack of potatoes." She did not appreciate the severely-doubtful expression on her highly-traitorous subordinate's face, not one bit.

"So if I put you down right now, you'll walk straight to your tent, somehow not collapse from exhaustion on the way there, and crawl right into bed and get some rest?" Silence was her answer. "I figured. You're working yourself to the bone here, and ignoring your physical needs. So if you won't look after yourself, and Sothe's too busy trying to get our spies into shape, somebody has to do it."

Tossing a one-armed salute at the men standing guard at her tent, ignoring the bemused expression on the veteran's face, and stifling laughter at the slackjawed stare of the painfully green one, Jill strode to Micaiah's bed, long legs crossing the space swiftly. Easing her down onto the mattress, the redheaded Dragonlord dropped to her knees and undid the lacing of her superior's boots, said superior lazily kicking them off as she lay in a boneless sprawl on the Goddess-sent bed. "Get some sleep, ok? Don't make me get Edward to watch you." A grin spread across her face as the tired woman giggled at the thought, she left the tent, not bothering to hide her mirth at the still-slackjawed rookie this time.

As the days passed, the army of Daein gathered in force at the Rihban River at the command of King Pelleas. Supplies were delivered, checked, and then stored. The Dawn Brigade found themselves as unit commanders in the newly-restored military, some of them handling it well, Fiona in particular was easily able to adjust to the larger scale of leading more than the land of Marado. Nolan stumbled a little at first, but the Warrior soon found his stride, his infantry squadron appreciating the straightforward, honest nature of their commander.

It took some doing, and far too much time to get Zihark ok with the notion of being in charge of more then a few men, but at last the Daein army was starting to look like a real military force. Armor polished till one swore they could eat off it, such was its cleanliness, and spears, lances and numerous other weapons of war were at the ready, and despite knowing exactly who and what they would be facing, Jill believed for a moment that they had a shot at victory.

Then the reality of the situation sank in again, putting that little daydream to rest. Smiling ruefully, she saddled her wyvern, and with a ear-shaking roar, the Dragonmaster was airborne, the cold sting of the wind bringing a sharp clarity to her mind as it always did. As the pair flew to the area which she had volunteered to scope out, Jill allowed herself the small comfort of thinking how nice it would be to see her old friends in the Laguz Alliance, even if it was as enemies. And who knows, she might be able to find enough time and solitude to scratch an itch that had been bothering her lately.
Pausing in his movements, Rolf strained his ears in effort to pick up on anything unusual. Finding nothing more than the sounds of the forest, he pressed on, bow at the ready. While he'd volunteered to be the scout, he found the solitude both welcome and a little bothersome.

'Haven't found anything yet, just some birds and a stray deer or two. If I haven't found anything out of the ordinary in the next couple hours or so, I'll head back.' Noting the position of the sun, he gave himself about another two to three hours of peak visibility left. Pressing on, the young sniper was careful to keep himself vigilant, although slightly less so after the first branch he'd stepped on, the resulting crack scaring him half to death.

As the day wore on, he considered bagging at least some game during his outing, and as he finished that thought, the sound of a large creature in the sky reached him, and immediately his eyes began to scan the heavens. 'That was too big to be any of the hawks, unless King Tibarn is out here, and even then that didn't sound right. That was a wyvern, it had to be. And that's not Haar's, I know the sound of that one.'

Spotting said scaled beast at last, Rolf knocked an arrow to the Silencer, spending a moment to contemplate just how he'd have to aim to hit it, before the cold pommel of a battleax was laid upon his shoulder, a voice he hadn't heard in years making itself known behind him. "I'd appreciate it if you didn't take aim at my wyvern. Though his hide is thick enough these days for it to not really do much damage, I don't think Sigurd would be happy about getting shot."

Eyes wide in both the surprise of hearing her, and in shock over having been snuck up on so easily, Rolf lowered his bow, the handle of the axe leaving his shoulder as he did, and turned around in time to be smothered in a bone-cracking embrace. "Agh! Jill, lungs! Air, I need air!" Grinning wider at the complaints of the sniper, she squeezed harder for an instant, before setting him down. "Do you, Ashera I'll feel that tomorrow, make a habit of greeting old friends like that?"

Expression showing that she had not even a shred of remorse for her, in his own words, "attempted strangling" of the poor bowman, the scarlet-haired dragonmaster giggled when he rubbed at his ribs, muttering under his breath about how he swore one of them was bruised.

"Only when the old friend tries to shoot my wyvern. Oh don't give me that look, I'm not mad, you didn't know it was mine, so no hard feelings." A sigh left Rolf's mouth, pleased that she wasn't upset over his almost-wounding of her scaly companion. "I will bruise your ribs for real if you try it again though." Unable to help herself, she doubled over with laughter at his pale face, and despite it coming at his own expense, Rolf enjoyed the sound of it, a smile forming on his own face as he sat down by a tree.

"So what brings you out here? I'd heard you were with the Daein army again, but they aren't part of this conflict, as far as I know." As she settled down beside him, her mirth spent, Jill squashed the displeasure over having to lie to him about her reason for being outside her beloved country.

"Well, as you might know, King Pelleas is rather new to his station. So when a war between Begnion and practically the rest of Tellius is brought near Daein's doorstep, he wanted us to scout it out. Even if we did want to get involved, we wouldn't be able to do much more than a quick ambush. Daein just doesn't have the men or the will for a prolonged war like this is beginning to look like." Telling some of the truth helped ease her guilt at having to lie to begin with.

"So basically you're just here to make sure that this isn't something Daein needs to get involved with." A nod was his answer. And so the two began to exchange small talk, filling the other in on events, both large and small, that had happened in the almost four years since the Mad Kings' war.

As the conversation wore on, Jill couldn't help but keep comparing Rolf as he was now, to the younger, babyfaced archer he was when she'd last saw him. Although he wouldn't say so, his height had jumped, his eyes now level with her own instead of her chest like they once were. And it didn't compare to the broad-shouldered frame of Nolan, or the short-and-stocky build of Meg, but his lean muscle showed even through his clothes. Stranger she was to archery and the difficulties behind it, Jill knew the serious amount of strength one needed to even draw the string back from Leonardo, and it was beginning to show in the moss-headed bowman's arms.

"Jill? Rolf to Jill, anybody home?" Flushing as she snapped out of her own musings and back to the matter at hand, the redhead gave an apologetic smile.

"Sorry, it's just, you've grown a lot from that cute little boy you used to be. You're quite the handsome young man now. I imagine you've been getting quite the amount of stares from the girls these days." His own cheeks coloring a little at her compliments, he smirked inwardly at her words. Oh he's been getting more than stares. "You've been getting more than what?" And just as soon as it came, the color fled his face.

"D-did I say that out loud?" A bounce of red locks as she nodded was his answer. "Oh. Well, this is awkward." Before he could move to stand up, a armored hand blocked his means of escape, and he sighed aloud.

"So correct me if I'm wrong," and by the slight drawl of her tone, she knew she was far more accurate in her guess than he'd like her to be, "but did you just imply you've had relations with a woman, more than once?" His previously-lost color returned, and he nodded, her fuchsia-toned eyes almost uncomfortably close. He swallowed the growing lump in throat with more than a little wariness, and a smirk formed on the crimson-haired dragonmaster's face. "Then surely you wouldn't mind showing me what you've learned, would you?"

"I'm, I'm sorry, what? Did you just-"

"I did. I've been pent up for a while now, and I could use a good fuck." He stifled a moan as her gauntlet-covered hand began to rub his member through his pants. "You up for it?" As his eyes met hers, he saw more than a little bit of nervousness despite her confidant tone and actions. Leaning forward, he gave her his answer with a kiss, Jill wasting no time in meeting his tongue in a dance for control, a tango in which she was the victor.

Deepening the kiss, she sat herself atop his lap, her hands reaching to undo the clasps keeping her armor in place. Never breaking apart, she placed the breastplate to the side, and Rolf brought his hands to her well-endowed chest, eliciting a moan as he skillfully kneaded her bosom. Breaking aprt, Jill reached for the hem of her shirt, and in a flash tossed the constricting fabric away. Taking a moment to enjoy his staring at her ample breasts, she pressed his face against them, a throaty gasp leaving her mouth as he sucked at her teat.

She pondered warning the bowman about a surprise she knew would be happening soon, but dismissed the notion. And as Rolf intensified his suction, he soon discovered milk flowing into his mouth, and gave his query in a raised brow. "I produce milk when my breasts are played with, always have. I don't know why, but just relax and enjoy it, hmm?" Moving from her seat atop his rock-hard member, Jill leaned back against the tree, a series of moans and low gasps leaving her lips as her lover's consumption of her fluids continued.

As he persisted in his efforts, switching breasts every few moments, she removed her gauntlets, leaving her upper body bare, and reached for his pants, fingers swiftly freeing his cock. Pausing for a instant in awe at the size, she almost reverently placed her hands around it, the throbbing shift too big for her to grip fully. "Goddess.... how long have you been packing this beast of a cock?" Reluctantly, he left her tit with a wet pop, a small string of saliva attached to his mouth.

"To be honest, that's been the only place I've been growing the past few months. I think I'm the only guy alive who'd complain about the inches they gain going to his dick instead of his height." Chuckling in amusement, she rose to her feet, long, muscular legs that seemed to stretch on forever. And as she finished stripping the last of her clothing off, Rolf following, the dragonmaster left in naught but a pair of black, incredibly lacy panties. Before she could do more than hook her thumbs into the waistband, a noise of protest made her halt.

"You'd rather I leave them on? What, do you like having them pulled to the side when you're having sex?" His lack of reply told her she struck paydirt with her guess. "Tough luck, I don't want these ruined." Tossing the dripping underwear atop her pile of clothes, she pushed him flat on the ground, leaving him a little offended at how easily she had done so. As she knelt over him, hips lowering to his now-understanding face, her dripping pussy soon filled his sight, trimmed curls soaked with juices.

Her sopping lips pressed against Rolf's mouth, his tongue flicked out and dragging along her folds slowly, pleased groans leaving him at the taste of her nectar. Goddess he loved her taste, his hands coming up and squeezing her tight, shapely ass, pressing her drenched cunt further into his face, Jill shuddering above him, unable to concentrate as her lover devoured her pussy. As she grinded her hips against his Ashera-blessed tongue, the shaing redhead took the head of the sniper's mammoth cock into her mouth, jaw stretching almost painfully wide to do so. But only almost.

Rolf was in heaven, his dick was in a warm and wet hole, Jill managing to take half his length comfortably, his head in her tight throat, and possibly the best pussy he'd ever had the chance to taste was being eagerly ground against his mouth. His devouring of the dripping channel matched the enthusiasm at which his partner's head bobbed along his member, each trying to bring the other to climax first, a race he'd refused to even contemplate losing.

And as he found her weakness at last, tongue stimulating her g-spot even as his fingers toyed with the now-exposed clit, Jill lost, her walls contracting around his fleshy organ, juices squirting out into his face and flooding his mouth. As her orgasm wracked her body, the pleasure far above anything she'd ever experienced before, the knight of Daein further stuffed his cock down her throat, the vibrations resulting from her cries bringing him closer and closer to his own climax.

Rolf never ceased his ministrations at her core, slurping down her nectar and devouring the redhead's pussy like it was his last meal. But even as he focused on making his lover cum harder than she ever had before, the need for release finally took priority, and his hips began to thrust, driving his manhood deep into her warm, wet orifice, a string of choked sounds escaping Jill as she tried to swallow the prodigous prick.

And with a moan stifled by her mound, he thrust one last time, the whole of his member lodged in her mouth, and came deep down her throat, his seed flooding the tight passage and almost completely bypassing the need to swallow. As the thick, hot loads of the sniper's jizz began to pool in her belly, Jill noted that for what little bit she could taste, it wasn't half bad, and so she eased the shaft of his cock out of her throat, leaving just his head remaining inside.

Her hands idly stroking his erection as it continued to give her copius amounts of cum, she found the taste to be acceptable, and maintained her efforts at swallowing the sticky fluids. After a few moments, his length began to soften, and having coaxed the last of its load from the bulbous head, Jill released it with a pop, licking her lips to clear the remaining discharge. "So, who exactly have you been fucking to get this good at pleasing a woman?" Even though he'd mostly grown past his shy, innocent self in the several months since his night with Elincia, her blunt, straight forward query still brought a flush to his face.

"Um, well, it's a bit of a complicated subject...." As the voluptuous crimson-haired woman turned herself to where she could look him in the eyes, her expression did not help with the question that he didn't quite know how to answer. 'What's wrong with me? Why's she making me nervous like it's my first time again?' Despite his musings on the matter, Rolf found that he was actually enjoying this, the experience of having his lover take charge a new, albeit pleasing occurrence.

"More than one then?" A nod was her reply. "Heh, who knew you'd grow up to be such a player. Who was your first if you don't mind sharing? I'll keep it quiet if you'd like." she added, when her younger partner didn't respond at first.

"Well, you heard about the events at Fort Alpea right?" A noise of acknowlegdement answered him. "Funny thing, Elincia believes in giving her gratitude in private. Very personally."

"......Queen Elincia? Are you messing with me?"

"Nope."

".....huh. Well, aren't I a downgrade compared to-" Before she could finish, Rolf covered her lips with his, uncaring about her recent drinking of his essence. Taking advantage of her surprise, he took the chance to flip their positions, and as he dominated the kiss, Jill let him take the lead without a struggle, submitting to his newfound agression.

"You're not a downgrade. nobody has been, and I don't like people putting themselves down for no reason." Almost as if he was daring her to argue his words, his gaze bored into hers, the blazing intensity in his eyes causing a blush to form on her face. "You're just as beautiful as she is if you ask me." Before he could continue, a hand pressed itself against his cheek, giving him pause. And once he'd stopped to truly take in her expression, cheeks with a rosy hue and lidded eyes, Rolf knew he was a doomed man.

"Talk like that is how you get girls falling for you." He didn't fight it when she gently pushed him against the bark of the tree, her wide, full hips coming astride his as she pressed her slick entrance onto the throbbing head of his cock. "You'd better not have been joking when you said that." The moss-headed sniper placed his hands on her full, firm ass, the kneading of the shapely posterior drawing a low moan from the woman atop his lap.

"I wouldn't have said it if I didn't mean it." Her brow twitched lightly as his words continued to make, in her mind at least, her point. Sooner or later, some girl would fall and fall hard for him, and as she lowered her hips upon his rigid dick, eliciting a groan from both of them, Jill acknowledged that she could end up, and wondered if her growing fondness of him was the beginning of such, doing exactly that. "Could you go slow at first? I kinda want this to last a little while." Both eyes now openly twitching as Rolf unwittingly persisted in his actions, she nonetheless took his length inside her heated pussy slowly.

"Ashera, you just don't, hnnnngh, so big, just don't get my point, do you?" Now visibly confused, the sniper mentally shrugged, added the matter to the growing list of things he'd deal with later, and brought his mouth to her breast again, drawing her milk once more with a slow, gentle suckling. Heart hammering a mile a second, the gorgeous woman astride him gave up, and accepted that her fondness for Rolf was indeed growing into something different altogether. 'This kid is hopeless.' A cry left her lips as his hips jerked upwards, the entirety of his cock now quite snugly fit inside her warm tunnel.

Wrapping her arms round his head and pressing that goddess-blessed tongue further into her teat, Jill lifted herself up until only his head remained inside, and slammed back down, choking down a shout. And then another, as she set a steady pace that soon had the area filled with moans and the sound of hips meeting in the oldest of dances. As the pleasure started to mount, her lovers cock hitting deeper than she'd thought possible, the very real possibility of the redhead becoming addicted to it crossed her mind.

Not content with letting the buxom dragonmaster do all the work, Rolf tightened his grip on her shapely ass, and began thrusting up into her, a choked sob leaving her mouth at his movements. Her slick walls were incredible around his length, the heat of her cock-stuffed pussy almost too much. But after a few moments of matching her movements, Rolf pushed forward, a whine of surprise escaping Jill as she found herself on her back, one long, toned leg held against his chest, foot dangling over his shoulder. And from this angle he was reaching deeper and deeper, the sniper swearing he brushed against her womb more than once.

Laying there, the girthy cock reshaping her tight cunt to it's form as it pounded away steadily, she took her worries over the upcoming war, her guilt in having to deceive him, and tossed them all aside, letting herself enjoy the moment, and the handsome young man making love to her like she was the most beautiful woman alive. Like she was his woman, and for an instant, her heart burned with a desire for that to be true.

"Goddess you feel so good...." He shifted her legs to his hands, palms gripping her succulent thighs almost painfully tight as he leaned down and kissed her deeply, tongue probing her wet mouth as he increased his pace, drawing a series of short, lust-filled moans from her captured lips. He could feel a second climax drawing near, and if he had guessed correctly, then Jill would reach hers first, the scarlet-haired knight of Daein's arms pressing him further into the kiss, a slight trail of tears leaking from her eyes at the pleasure he was giving her.

Breaking apart for air, Rolf looked into her violet orbs, noticing something there past the sex-induced haze that he didn't recognize, but felt oddly happy upon seeing it. "I'm gonna cum soon, outside right?"

Whimpering as he increased the speed and force behind his thrusts, his hands now skillfully fondling her ample breasts, Jill knew that she really shouldn't let him release inside her, the risks weren't worth it. She knew that, but when she answered by wrapping her long legs round his waist, pressing him deeper into her pussy and crashed her lips against his, she couldn't find the strength to care.

Try as he might to delay it, Rolf knew he'd hit his end before long, and determined to make her do so first, he reached down with a hand, fingers brushing over soft curls, and when he'd pressed down on her clit, a jolt of pleasure tore through her body, and Jill cried his name into the kiss as she came. His groin was further drenched in her juices, her walls clenching in a rhythm that soon brought him to the brink, and pushed him over.

A low groan of her name on his lips was her only warning, and when his cock erupted in a geyser of semen, the dragonmaster's mind began to blank. With her orgasm still going strong, and the sensations of Rolf's thick, sticky load being pumped directly to her womb, swiftly painting the fertile chamber white and filling it to the brim with his virile seed, Jill had never before felt so good, so full. Breaking away from the kiss for air, mewling as each burst of cum brought her already past-capacity womb to an increasing overflow, the crimson-haired woman panted for breath as her lover's climax subsided, hips jerking as his balls finished emptying their contents inside her depths.

As he made to remove his softening member from her leaking pussy, a sound of protest left the woman beneath him. "Not yet, let's just, stay like this for a little longer, ok?" Humming in acknowledgement, Rolf eased himself atop her form, finding the slowing rise and fall of her chest pleasing.

His hands moved to run through her hair, and his brows raised in surprise when he discovered her trademark ponytail loose, the deep crimson locks unbound for once. Not that he was complaining, enjoing the rare sight. "Your hair's loose. I don't think I've ever seen it like that."

"Hmm? When did it, oh, yeah I guess that would have knocked the tie out of place. Do you like it?" she said, a small blush forming on her face. Ashera, she'd fallen faster for him than she'd thought.

"Mmhmm. You look gorgeous with it down like that Jill." Her blush deepened, as a smile stretched across her face. The two laid there for a little longer, enjoying the quiet and making the occcasional comment about the varied experiences they'd had over the past three, getting closer to four now, years it had been since the Mad King's War ended.

Knowing that he couldn't stay here all night, Rolf reluctantly stood, a low gasp leaving Jill as his cock finally left her cum-filled pussy, a small amount of his seed leaking from the stuffed slit. As the pair dressed themselves, a bit of an awkward silence filled the air. "This war's about to get worse, isn't it?" Finally managing to re-tie her hair, Jill grunted a reply. "I'm not asking you to start talking, I know you can't, operational security and all that. Just, be careful out there, alright?"

A sad little smile on her face, she reached out and ruffled his hair, ignoring his protests. "You too. I can't exactly come back to you if you're dead now can I?" His heart stopped at her words, the sniper forgetting to breathe for a moment. It was at this point he understood the various hints she'd dropped throughout their little encounter.

"Did, did you just-" Before he could stumble his way through that sentance, she answered him with a slow, sensual kiss, her tongue marking every inch of his mouth, as if comitting it to memory.

Her gauntlet-covered hand reached up to stroke his face as they parted, and she took no small amount of joy in seeing his cheeks match the color of her hair. "I did. So I hope you don't already have a girl lined up for that, my little sniper." Laughing as he grumbled about not being little, she embraced him again, Rolf once more griping over petty things like "needing air" or "I felt a rib crack."

"But if you did already have some lucky lady in mind, I suppose I wouldn't mind sharing." Upon his almost-faded flush darkening, a wolfish grin split her face. "You do! Who is she? Mist? Mia?"

"......._ia"

"Eh? I didn't quite catch that." A dull thud interrupted his attempt to speak,as Jill's wyvern poked her back gently with it's snout. "Time to head back already, Sigurd?" A huff answered her, Rolf wondering if the scaly beast could understand Beorc speech. "I could give you a lift close to your camp if you'd like." His tired legs begged him to at least consider the offer, but he shook his head.

"No, it might cause a fuss and then it'd be really awkward explaining things. I'll be fine, I don't know if he'd like me anyway." As she began to mount him, Sigurd looked offended at his words, leaning down and rapping him sharply atop the head, answering Rolf's silent query. "Your wyvern's mean Jill."

Chuckling as she finished strapping her legs in, the knight of the skies placed her battleax in it's holder, and prepared to take flight. "He's actually really nice, but then you had to go and say that he didn't like you. Sigurd can be rather petty at times, but I wouldn't trade him for anything." At a click of her tongue, the green-scaled wyvern unfurled it's winges, and suddenly the rather-spacious cleaing seemed tiny. "You never did tell me who I have to compete against, by the way."

"Do I have to?" She nodded. "I take it back. Your wyvern's nice, you're the mean one." A deep rumble came from said creature's chest, Rolf getting a sense of agreement from it. "See? He agrees with me." A talon came up and poked him gently in the chest, the bowman getting the meaning behind the gesture. "Stop dodging the question, got it. ......Queen Elincia. I know she's out of my reach, but that doesn't help."

"So royalty's what I'm going up against. You don't make this easy Rolf." And with a great flap of his wings, Sigurd lifted himself and his master above the trees, hovering there for a moment. "I meant what I said earlier. Don't you die on me, you hear?" Opting not to shout back, he gave her a two-fingered salute. "Good boy." An appreciative rumble shook the air. "I wasn't talking about you, you little hellion." And with a long-suffering sigh, the two took off, Rolf pausing to listen to the sound pf the wyvern's wings.

As he began to jog back to camp, his bow and quiver secured to his back, he questioned the wisdom of turning down her offer of a lift. "Your legs aren't broke Rolf, quit complaining." Goddess help him, he was starting to talk like Shinon now.
For the record, I didn't make anything up when it comes to Jill's sudden lactation, some women actually do produce milk even if they aren't pregnant or nursing, and one of the things that can induce it is stimulation of the breast. So there.

And if you couldn't tell by it being a bit longer than the other chapters, plus me adding in some, hopefully successful, bits of romance in, Jill is possibly my favorite FE character period, Elincia being her only contender for that title. Something about ponytails man, I don't know, but that's a massive weakness.

Anyway, what little bit of plot there was thickens, Rolf figuring out that Daein isn't there just to keep an eye on the conflict, and Jill caught between wanting to warn him, and by extension her old friends on his side, of the ambush, but also not wanting to betray her country again, even if she was justified in doing so the first time.

Also Micaiah makes an appearance, bogged down by wretched paperwork. Poor girl needs some rest. Anyway, that's all folks, hope you enjoyed.
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