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A Change Of Tactics	By : JLDavenport Category: +A through F > Fire Emblem (all) > Fire Emblem (all) Views: 90773 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 5
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Chapter List
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Bonus – A Small Push
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Authors Note: Hey all! So a little faster on the update this time, thankfully. I was aiming to have this out before Christmas, obviously that didn’t happen, but, I did manage it before New Years. So! Merry Christmas and a Happy New Years to you all.
However, as you’ve probably noted from the title, this isn’t Miriel’s chapter just yet.
In short, as you will have seen, quite a bit of time passed during Olivia’s chapter. I was planning to lead into Miriel’s chapter by showing Robin’s perspective on those events, showing everything that happened on the way to that end.
However it ended up being a lot bigger than I anticipated, to the point where trying to shoehorn Miriel in would be doing it a disservice, so I’m going to get that all out of the way like this!
Also: In regards to formatting, I’ve noticed sometimes line breaks that I can see in my Doc Manager aren’t showing up on the site itself. So sorry if that happens and the formatting goes a bit wonky, hopefully I can get it all fixed.
One thing I want to note quickly, just in regards to some feedback I’ve gotten. This is not an NTR focussed story, it has NTR/cheating elements to keep the scenario realistic, but the focus of the story is manipulation. It probably feels like an NTR focussed story because of the first few women I’ve focussed on two of them have been married, but remember the majority of the Shepherds aren’t married. Hell, I’ve even removed three potentially married ones from the pool.
I say this because I don’t want the people who’re here only for NTR to end up disappointed/bored in the next few chapters as a much greater focus is put on the single women. Especially when the children characters get involved (none of whom are married).
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Robin knew, better than most, that sometimes all someone ever needed was one tiny push. After all, it’s often the smallest of changes that yields the greatest consequences.
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Eighteen Days Ago
The first thing Lissa noticed was the comfortable warmth blanketing her.
“Mmmm…” She mumbled, eyes opening for just barest of instants before she snuggled back against the man behind her. It was still early, her internal clock answered, at least another hour before dawn…far too early to wake up yet. Mind resolved she squirmed happily back into his chest, smiling at the feeling of his arms draped loosely around her.
Lying like this, held in his arms, she felt safe, warm, protected. It was a wonderful feeling, but also somehow nostalgic… Strange for Lon to hold her like this, didn’t he usually sleep on the far side of the bed? She hadn’t been wrapped up like this in a long time, not since the last time she’d slept with Ro-
‘E-Hu-AH!?’
Eyes shooting wide open, a blast of adrenaline froze her in place, her heart slamming painfully hard against her chest as she suddenly recognised the feeling…
…As she recognised where she was.
‘Gods!’
The warmth of his body against hers, the comforting feeling of his breath across her shoulders, the security of his arms around her.
Screwing her eyes shut in disbelief changed nothing. She didn’t even need to look to know it. It was the familiar loving comfort she’d felt so many times before, that she’d thought of so many times since.
‘R-Robin...I, Gods. ‘I, th-that’s, I… No’
Breath held tight in her throat, Lissa’s stomach twisted into a tight knot as memories of the previous knight…of the previous few hours, returned painfully.
She was in Robin’s bed.
She was in Robin’s arms.
She was- she ha-
“H-Haa. Hhaa…” Her breath came again, ragged and shallow as she lay there, numb with shock, held securely in the embrace of a man who was not her husband.
It was only through years of personal experience in some of the most violent and dangerous conflicts around the world that allowed Lissa to keep her composure even as her mind threatened to shut down.
Her body slowly regained its movement and she wriggled out of the tactician’s arms, panicking far too much to even notice if she woke him or not. “H-Haa…” Walking on shaking legs around his room she set about awkwardly re-gathering her clothing in the pre-dawn light, shrugging her dress hurriedly back on, buttoning it back up as much as she could bear before finally fleeing the room.
*Thchunk*
It wasn’t until she was in the hallway, with the sound of his door thumping shut behind her that Lissa’s thoughts finally began to return.
‘I-I went to him.’
Running from the scene, with her footsteps echoing soft through the early morning tranquillity, only one thought haunted her all the way back to her own quarters.
‘I slept with him, I slept with Robin!’
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Returning to the safety of her own room finally allowed Lissa to regain a slither of her composure, locking the door behind her she slumped heavily against it and slid slowly to the ground.
“I can’t believe it.” She lied, covering her face with her hands choking back tears of frustration.
The truth was it was all too easy to believe. It was hardly even a surprise.
Can you really tell me you think of me only during this time of the year?
His words echoed dully through her mind, and even now, slumped to the floor and angrily not to think of what she’d done, of everything she’d said…still, she couldn’t deny his words. ‘No. No I can’t…’
“Gods.” She cried, leaning back and staring up at the ceiling in a daze. “Gods, I’m such a mess.” Lying there, sticky with sweat and cum, even now, she could feel his seed dry along her thighs and halfway down her legs.
“I need a bath.” She groaned, her voice shaking as she bit back another frustrated sob. She needed to clean herself off, to soak in the warm water and wash away the evidence of her sins…to think about what to do next, how she could possibly face her family again.
She needed all that. But she didn’t move.
Instead, running a finger tentatively along the sticky sheen running up her legs, Lissa’s thoughts returned to what had happened, just how she’d gotten into this positon.
“Robin! You told me you love Lucina!” She whispered, another guilty knot wrapping around her stomach at that. Was she a home-wrecker as well as a- a who-… Screwing her eyes closed she bit down hard on her lip. ‘Gods, Robin. Why? Did you really mea-’
“No!” She scolded herself, balling her fists in her lap and refusing to allow such thoughts. “No. It’s, this…it wasn’t Robin’s fault.”
She couldn’t blame him. He hadn’t done anything wrong. He’d comforted her when she’d been miserable, held her when she’d been about to break down at her sister’s memorial. He hadn’t had a single ulterior motive, he’d supported her, he’d been there for her, just the same as he always had.
‘A-And…’ Fresh, angry tears built in her eyes as she forced herself to admit the truth. ‘And I threw myself at him.’
Robin had been so sweet, so kind, looking after her, he’d taken her back to her room…And she’d just…she hadn’t wanted him to leave! She hadn’t wanted to be alone! She’d missed him so much last year-G-Gods, so much! She hadn’t even been thinking, she’d just…
She’d needed him.
“H-Huaaah.” She shook shivering in the spot.
I desire you always.
“R-Robin…” She breathed, shaking as his gentle words ran through her mind, unsure what to possibly make of them. After five years, after three wars and everything they’d been through, finally he’d made his feelings clear… Robin loved her. He’d loved her all this time.
But…But, he’d never said a word before, never hinted at any jealousy about her marriage, he’d congratulated her and Lon’qu as much as any other Shepherd.
‘H-He must have…he must have been holding it back for so long.’ He’d never said anything…he wouldn’t have said anything, she knew that. Robin would never have come between her and Lon, ‘I-If I hadn’t…’ If she hadn’t forced herself onto him, if she hadn’t kissed him.
Naga, it had just seemed so natural. So right. As soon as she’d been in his arms she’d been yearning to kiss him, even in front of all her family and friends she’d ached for a tighter embrace, for him to squeeze her, love her and take away all the pain of Emmeryn’s day, just the same as he always had before.
‘He even tried to stop me.’ She grimaced, another guilty weight settling into her stomach as she admitted that.
He’d confessed his feelings for her. He’d told her he wanted her to be his…but then he’d left. He hadn’t pressured her, he hadn’t tried to convince her or make a single demand of her. He hadn’t wanted her to make a decision based off any clouded emotions or an ultimatum. He’d apologised for his actions and left her to choose what she wanted…what she needed.
I’ll always be here for you either way. No matter what.
“Naga…” She groaned. No, Robin hadn’t done anything wrong. He’d held himself back, he’d tried to protect her, he’d given her space, even put distance between them.
‘But I went to him.’
She’d known what would happen. Every single step, all the way to his room. She’d known.
“Why…? Why did I…” She loved Lon! She loved him so much it hurt! She’d been so lonely lately without him or Owain around, she missed his presence every single day! So, why? Why!?
Because it had been Emmeryn’s day. Because even after all this time it still hurt so much. Because it was a habit. Because Robin always made the pain go away. Because she had been so lonely standing there without her husband. Because she loved Robin too.
All those reasons were true, if it was anyone but Robin, if it had been any day but Emmeryn’s day, she would have never acted like that.
But, with her finger trailing slowly over the dried cum on her thighs, she knew there was also another reason.
‘Because I missed it.’
“G-Gods.” She shuddered, a hot shiver running up her spine, her face heating up as more and more memories came to the fore.
It had been so long. So unbearably long, since she’d been held so tightly, since she’d been taken so thoroughly.
Lon’qu was always soft, always gentle, and always worried about hurting her, as if she was a porcelain doll and the smallest mistake could shatter her to a thousand pieces.
No matter how many hundreds of times she urged him faster or harder, still his movements remained always careful and precise. No matter how often she asked to hear his voice, still he remained silent. No matter how often she tried calling out to him, still he looked uncomfortable at hearing her moans. Their lovemaking was pleasant, but almost as emotionless as the man himself.
Being with Lon’qu she felt loved. He made her happy.
Being with Robin she felt…she felt everything. She felt needed, she felt used, she felt wanted, loved, desired and everything in between. His cock had slammed easily into depths her husband never even tried to reach and he’d made her submit to him, completely and utterly. “Ugh-ah.” Lissa gasped, stifling a small moan of satisfaction as her pussy throbbed at the memory.
It had been so long, so unbearably long. She’d almost forgotten sex could be so passionate. And it had bene even better than she’d remembered, better somehow than even what she’d guiltily imagined in her weakest moments.
Gods! Even now…even despite her guilt, Naga, she felt amazing! She could still feel a small warmth burning somewhere deep within her, her body thrumming with the sensations and already aching for more.
In all the time they’d spent together, Robin must have cum inside her a hundred times but somehow it had never felt as intense as last night. She’d known something was different the moment she’d felt it, the almost painfully raw pleasure searing through her soul…the whisper in the back of her mind that said she could never be the same again, as if he’d marked her permanently with his essence.
You’re mine. Again, Robin’s words reverberated through her but this time the memory sent her heart racing faster, a pleasant warmth flowing through her. She could clearly remember her response. ‘Yeah, I’m y-‘
“A-Ah, wh-what?” Gasping, Lissa suddenly jolted upright, screwing her eyes shut and shaking off her runaway thoughts. “What am I thinking!?”
Growling and pushing herself shame-faced to her feet, she just about tore her dress apart in frustration as she stripped herself naked, standing on shaking legs once more covered only in the proof of her sins.
“It was a mistake. Just a stupid, stupid mistake.” She cried, her heart shuddering as thoughts of her betrayal rose again. “Stupid, G-Go-Gods, H-huaaha, uaaah…”
The bitter guilt dragged all other thoughts away from her once and more and angry tears spilled hot down her face as she staggered weakly towards the bathroom, suddenly desperate to wash herself clean.
What would Emm think of her? What would Owain think of her? What would…what would Lon think of her?
I want you to come to me anytime you desire me.
“No, I-I won’t.” She swore, shaking her head furiously “It was, it was just a mistake.”
Even if she had missed Robin’s touch, even if she did love Robin, Lon was the one she’d married! Lon was the one she wanted to be with!
Lon was the only man she wanted to touch her. What she’d done was terrible, but she would remember it, she wouldn’t let it happen again.
She told herself that was true.
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Fifteen Days Ago
“Are you sure you don’t mind?” Robin hummed, running his finger lightly down Lucina’s bare back, marvelling at her tiny shivers of pleasure. “About me hiring Olivia?”
“Of course not.” She answered simply, smiling warmly back at him from where she was resting her head on her hands, her face still glowing red in afterglow from their fierce coupling. “You surely must help her if you can.” Especially if Olivia was also able to help him in return, it seemed so simple she was surprised he was even bringing it up again.
Not seeing a need to explain further, Lucina gave a contented sigh and shut her eyes, relaxing back down into the mattress as she enjoyed his fingers teasing a gentle pattern across her flushed skin.
“Mmmm.” She hummed. This, this was perfect.
Robin had come to her, suddenly and aggressively. Yanking her into his arms and all but throwing her on her bed, he’d given her almost no option but to submit to his overpowering carnal desire- as if she could possibly have wished for anything else. She had surrendered herself to him immediately and he hadn't wasted a second. Holding her down and driving his cock into her with all his strength, Robin had made her gasp, made her scream, made her thrash and cum- over and over, until she finally collapsed to the mattress in a dizzy heap, her womb flooded with his seed. The former Exalt of Ylisse thoroughly and unquestionably marked as his.
It would have worried her how much she loved that thought, if it were not impossible for her to ever be scared of him.
“Ahhh.” She sighed, happily.
And now, leaning over her and gently caressing every inch of her skin, he was as gentle, as kind, a lover as she could ever have imagined. His fingers drew out softer, slower, passions from her, bringing forth small contented sighs from her lips as his tender ministrations continued until she’d long since lost track of time, his affection making no question of his worship of her.
It was a loving reminder, that just as she was his, so too was he hers.
The conquering lover and the devoted fiancé. He was more than she’d ever imagined a man could be, both her dreams and her secret lusts filled at once.
“It’s only…” He continued a few minutes later, leaning down and tracing butterfly kisses along her shoulders. “Most women would find it a little, er-well, you don’t think it’s a bit strange, me having another woman dancing for me?”
“I-I would…I would dance for you if I knew how.” She promised in return, her back arching as she released a soft gasp. “But no, I don’t think it’s strange at all. You must have seen her dance a thousand times before.”
“That’s true, but…” He paused, the air heavy with his hesitation. “Lucina. Tell me truly. If you-if you’re not comfortable with this, I’ll apologise to her, I’ll tell her I can’t hire her. I won’t do that to you.”
“Ro-”
“Olivia is a beautiful woman.” He interrupted, his words plain and clear even as his fingers traced anxious circles along her hips. “And I’ll be alone with her. Are you truly okay with that? With her dancing for me? W-Won’t you get jealous?”
“Robin…” Smiling at the warmth flooding through her from his concern, Lucina turned herself over in place, reaching her arms around his neck and gently dragging her down to her.
“I will get jealous.” She admitted, holding his head into her shoulder, sliding under him and wrapping her legs securely around his waist, guiding him slowly inside her once more. “But not because she’s beautiful.”
“N-Ahhn, Nor because she will be d-aah-dancing for you.” She added, pleased moans interrupting her words as he slid smoothly forward, his glans stretching out her inner walls once more as her well lubricated pussy slid tight along his length, taking him fully within her.
“Then… Then why?” He whispered, content to hold himself in place, his cock pressing lightly against her womb as he murmured the words into her neck.
“I-I will be jealous only tha-that she shall spend so much time with you.” She finished, pulling his head back and laying her hands against his cheek, letting him feel his ring on her finger, the proof of their bond, of her unwavering trust.
“Would that I could- could assist you, or be around you as often without drawing suspicion. I… I wish I could.”
It was a surprisingly melancholy thought for how good her mood was. She was his fiancé, she was the woman he loved, she should be around him that often. Instead, she was useless, their relationship hidden away as if she was ashamed of it… Robin had to put up with so much of her selfishness, it was something she truly hated about herself.
“Lucina.” He laughed both bitter and thankful. “You’re, you’re so much more than I deserve. More than I could ever deserve. I-I…”
A suddenly vulnerable look flashed across his eyes and she was surprised to see him suddenly gritting his teeth, clearly fighting back troubled thoughts. “I, I would…to make you happy, to protect you. I would do anything. N-No matter what it took. No matter the price.”
“I know you would.” She answered, stroking his face and slowly rocking her hips up against his. “I would do the same for you.”
Nodding, Robin smiled at her once more, his worries slowly fading from his face as he leaned down to her. Their lips came together and Lucina closed her eyes, melting into his embrace as they kissed- long and tenderly.
Holding each other tight, their tongues danced together in time with their bodies, quiet gasps and whispers of love exchanged intermittently as they let time pass languidly between themselves, making love in a softly passionate rhythm.
There was no haste or desperation this time, drawn only by love, neither sought anything more than the pleasure of being joined with the one they loved most.
“A-Ahhh.” She sighed. This, this was perfect.
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Fourteen Days Ago
“Lon…” Lissa breathed, sitting bolt upright in bed, her slender body bathed in the pale moonlight as she gently stroked her fingers across her husband’s cheek.
It was late. Far too late. She should be asleep. She knew all that. But, just like it had the last four nights, sleep still eluded her, or maybe it was that the desire to sleep eluded her. And so, instead, she remained awake, staring silently at her beloved as her mind twisted itself in circles.
Once again, the same desperate urge seared through her, her hand suddenly tensing- She needed to tell him! That was the only way to make this better! She had to wake him, to confess her crimes, to explain everything and beg his forgiveness!
“Ga-Tch.” And again, she pulled away, screwing her eyes shut as she slumped weakly against the cold stone wall of their shared bedroom.
Yesterday her husband had returned.
After more than three months apart, more than a quarter of the year spent in the freezing northern lands, the man she’d married had finally come back to her.
Gods, she’d been so happy to see him, so relieved, so elated.
He’d held her, just like he always did and she’d kissed him, just like she always did. She’d stuck to his side the entire day, she’d pressed him for stories, she’d teased him for his silence and laughed when he got flustered…just like always.
It had been great, it’d seemed like everything could be okay, as if things could somehow return to how they had been- how they were meant to be.
And then, night had fallen. They’d retired to bed, he’d rolled into his side and she into hers…And…
…And nothing.
“H-Haaa…” Lissa sighed, her entire body shuddering with the heavy memory.
She hadn’t called out to him. She hadn’t slid over to his side. She hadn’t reached out for him. She hadn’t done a thing.
He’d wanted her to, he’d been waiting for her, she couldn’t possibly have missed the expectant tensing of his muscles, the way his eyes had darted over to her. But still, she’d done nothing.
Yesterday perhaps she’d had an excuse. He’d only just returned, a little after lunch, no doubt he must be tired from the long journey, her inaction could easily be understood as simple compassion.
But today, she had no such excuse.
After an entire day of telling herself she would, an entire evening of preparing, of planning…she’d lain silently, staring at the ceiling and tried not to meet his eyes, feigning fatigue until she heard his own breathing even out into slumber.
He hadn’t said a word about it. Of course he hadn’t, he never would. She knew her husband, Lon’qu’s logic was simple, if she didn’t approach him, then she didn’t want it.
‘No! I-I do want it!’
She wanted to feel the closeness of her husband, she wanted to think of no-one but him, she wanted to yearn for him, to playfully jump over to his side of the bed and pounce atop him, to suddenly surprise him…just like she used to, just like she had all the other times he’d gone away and returned to her.
She wanted to want it, she wanted to want him!
But…
But, she didn’t want to lie under him, stifling her voice and making as little sound as possible, worried about putting him off.
She didn’t want his hands on the bed beside her, his body barely touching hers from his fear of crushing her.
She didn’t want to feel him thrust carefully into her with such dispassionate precision, to see all her swordsman’s incredible strength restrained and each movement of his body cold and calculated, controlled with the same discipline he held himself to on the battlefield.
She didn’t want to always make love in bed, always under the sheets and almost always at night. She didn’t want him to push her hands away during the day, she didn’t want him to ignore her coy glances in the gardens, or her suggestions to join her in the bath.
She didn’t want… she didn’t want…
‘Gods.’ Lissa’s heart shuddered and she didn’t allow herself to finish that thought.
It wasn’t as if she’d never said anything! She’d asked him a hundred times, teased him a thousand times, been mean to him a score of times…but he was too stubborn, just as infuriatingly stubborn as her. She was the only woman he was comfortable around, the only woman he’d fallen for. He loved her too much, respected her too much to ever compromise, no matter her protests.
She was a princess and the woman he’d married, she was precious to him in ways no other woman could be, Lon’qu could never let her sully her dignity, or damage her pride.
But Lissa was a free spirit by nature, all her life she’d never cared much for royal posturing or worried about propriety, to have such restrictions suddenly imposed on her, even out of love, it was as endearing as it was stifling.
Even so, she’d understood. She’d accepted it and loved him none the less for it. Each time he left her, shed yearned for his touch and as soon as he retuned she’d ached for whatever embrace he could offer. She’d thought of Robin sometimes, of their time together, but never enough to act on it. She’d been happy.
And now…now she felt nothing. No longing, no craving, nothing. Her husband had been back only two days, but already it felt as if he’d been back a week.
‘I-It’s because I feel so guilty!’ She rationalised angrily, telling herself that was the only reason for her hesitation. ‘Of, of course I’m not in the mood! I betrayed him!’ She scolded herself as another guilty knot settled inside her. She couldn’t just jump into his arms as if nothing had happened, Lon deserved far better than that!
“I have to make it right.” She swore, swallowing heavily as she reached out with a trembling hand.
She had to tell him. He needed to know. Being honest with him was the least she could do. She would tell him the truth, what had happened and everything she felt and…and they would work it out from there. She’d already intended to tell him a hundred times, a thousand times, she’d made up her mind! There was no reason to delay, no reason for her to have delayed even this long!
Except…
And again, just as it had so many times already tonight, her hand paused.
…Except, Robin wouldn’t want her to.
And at that thought, just as it had every other time, the tension in her arm collapsed and she fell away once more.
She didn’t know how she knew that, but she knew it to be true. She didn’t know why that was so important to her, but it was.
It shouldn’t have mattered. But it did.
A small fire smouldered within her as she slumped backwards, a tiny ache just on the edge of her consciousness, a teasing desire she could just barely ignore.
“Lon…” She breathed, her hand once again stroking her husband’s sleeping face. “Why? Why didn’t you stay with me? Why is Basilio so important to you?”
She didn’t mean the words, not really, she knew her husband was blameless. But she spoke them none the less, her heart aching painfully as she quietly gave voice to her guilt-ridden frustrations.
“Why didn’t you come back? D-Don’t you know how much that day means to me? H-How much I miss her?” Why had it been Robin at her side that day. “Why…why weren’t you there for me? Why didn’t you come back sooner?”
“Gods… Everything changed when you were away.” She finished, withdrawing her hand and shuffling back over to her side of the bed, turning away from her husband and huddling into a ball.
Staring numbly ahead, still far from sleeping, the words she’d spoken that day echoed endlessly around her mind, until it was impossible to think of anything else.
Yeah. She had sighed, smiling warmly with acceptance. I’m yours.
Even now she could remember how easily they’d come, how right they’d felt.
‘Lon…Why did you let another man claim me?’
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Thirteen Days Ago
It was late morning before Lucina gave in to the uneasy feelings that had been haunting her.
‘He’s with her now…Again.’
Of course he was, he was meant to be, that was obvious. Today was Olivia’s second day working for Lucina’s fiancé, the second day that the beautiful dancer would spend the entire day in his company, while Lucina was left with only sporadic rendezvous whenever their duties would allow.
Even without consciously intending to, she’d lingered around the Shepherd’s barracks as long as she could after the morning training, she’d even gone out of her way to visit Robin and make small talk after preparing tea for him and Morgan. But eventually there had been nothing else for it, she had her own work to do in the palace, studying and training to eventually step into a role as an Ylissean magistrate- preparing for a future where she would help her father and Robin assisting the Halidom however she was able.
And even if that weren’t the case, and no matter how much she may wish to, she could hardly just spend the entire day with the man…not with the way the Shepherds talked. She’d find herself cornered by Maribelle and Lissa within the week, let alone her mother… Sumia was eager enough to see a baby Morgan without getting a hint of something actually brewing between the two of them.
‘Still… I cannot help but wish it were me that with him instead.’ She sighed heavily, allowing a spike of melancholy to run through her as she stared distractedly out to the palace gardens.
It didn’t seem fair at all, that another woman would get to be with him all day, would be with him every day, would be with him alone and in company and as close to him as Lucina could dream of. ‘It’s my own fault- my choice.’ She scolded herself bitterly; she was the one that had begged him to conceal their relationship. She was the one that had rejected his proposal.
The fact that she was now forced to stand aside, to continue to conceal her feelings and watch as another woman remained so close to him was nothing more than the consequences of her choices. ‘I have none to blame but myself.’
“Well,” she sighed, “Perhaps it’s for the best.” At least this way Robin would be able to help Olivia, and of course, she knew that Olivia would be able to assist him in return. Lucina had seen first-hand the stress his workload put him under, if the dancers abilities were even half as effective as they’d been on the battlefield then she would surely be thankful for her making his life easier.
And yet, event he thought of Robin’s terrible workload being eased didn’t quench her uneasiness, even as out of place as she sometimes felt, Lucina wasn’t so naïve as to not understand why men enjoyed watching Olivia’s dances. ‘Is that what Robin likes?’ She wondered, even for everything else he was, he was still a man.
She swallowed a hard lump in her throat at that thought.
It wasn’t difficult to imagine… The tactician watching Olivia with the same rapt attention she’d seen from countless other men during the war, him leaning over his desk, captivated as the beautiful dancer swayed hypnotically before him, her every movement alluring and enticing, holding him transfixed and teasing with hints of her generous assets, the flesh hidden only by the thin silks she wore.
“H-Haa.” She breathed heavily, her face flushing and heart wrenching at the idea but now her concentration had come unbound, the thoughts continued relentlessly.
She knew Robin would never be disloyal to her, she had no doubt of that, she couldn’t imagine him straying from her even in her wildest fantasies… But, she also knew how irresistible he was. She knew, that he was the most attractive of any of the male Shepherds, that his kindness and brilliance sometimes eclipsed even her fathers, she knew he could easily capture any heart, even without intending do.
It wouldn’t be surprising at all for Olivia to discover those same truths for herself, if she hadn’t already. “G-Ghhn.” Lucina winced, a painful heat suddenly burning inside her, but even still she couldn’t stop the images…
Thoughts of a late night, when both were wary and control was weak, of Olivia’s routine slowly changing, her starting a performance created especially for Robin. Of a the dance taking on a slow, sensual tempo, her hips shaking suggestively and her actions drawing his eyes all over her body, running her hands along her stomach, tugging on the hem of her shirt, guiding his view across her large round breasts…
“AH-Haa…”
Biting her lip, Lucina could picture the charged tension between them rising to an erotic high as Olivia slid around to Robin’s side of the desk, her clothing falling unwanted to the ground with each step…the dancer sliding hot into his lap, her arms around his neck and her hips grin-
“W-Wha, haaaah! I- Gods!” Gasping and shaking, she suddenly reared back, slapping her hands against her face and forcing away the terrifying images as she hurriedly fought back her usual composure.
Sucking in a deep breath and trying to ignore the rapid hammering of her heart, Lucina leaned weakly against the cold stone wall of the palace. ‘Naga…What’s gotten into me?’ She wondered as a guilty weight settled into her stomach.
‘Ridiculous! Insultingly ridiculous!’ Screwing her eyes shut with ashamed embarrassment, Lucina couldn’t believe she’d even allowed such thoughts to go as far as they had. Robin would never allow anything like that happen, and Olivia! She was married! She was Inigo’s mother for Naga’s sake. ‘G-Gods, I owe them both an apology, even just thinking such things…’ She only needed a second’s thought to remember how the situation had even developed to remember how devoted Olivia was to her husband.
“Perhaps I am jealous after all.” She sighed, unsure what to make of her troubled emotions. Was that really it? She didn’t think so…but then, perhaps that was just her ego talking, jealousy wasn’t an emotion she was very familiar with. The only other time she could remember feeling like this was when Tharja had taunted with predictable lies of being with Robin.
‘I wonder if this is just part of being in a relationship.’ She considered finally, shaking her head as the awful, wrenching pain around her heart finally began to ease, ‘To think that I would be unsettled so easily…’
“Hmph.”
“A-Ah, huh?” Knocked from her daze and spinning in place, Lucina suddenly found herself staring face to face with that very same dark mage. “Oh, ah-I, I apologise Tharja… I was just, just lost in thought.”
Taking sight of the woman, she quickly noticed the way the sorceress was clutching a small package carefully against her body. Leaning a step closer, she realised it was a basket of fruit, each seemingly having been painstakingly prepared already. “Oh, is that for…er- for Robin?”
“Someone has to make sure he eats.” Tharja scoffed, “He barely remembers to look after himself some days.”
It was an odd feeling, the knowledge of another woman looking after the man she loved, but it was one Lucina found herself more grateful for than put off by. Robin deserved whatever kindness he could get, whether from Tharja or anyone else.
“You’re right.” She agreed, smiling despite herself. “He’s always has much on his mind, it worries me often.”
“Oh? Is that why you looked so concerned?” Tharja smirked, clearly having enjoyed seeing the usually reserved princess so flustered.
“I-I,” Schooling her features, Lucina was careful not to react. “I’m fine.”
“Tch.” The dark mage scoffed, looking away but making no movement to walk past her.
“Tharja?”
Drawing herself up with an almost frustrated sounding sigh, the other woman scowled, thrusting the basket of fruit into Lucina’s hands as she did so. “Here.”
“W-Wha!?”
Spinning on her heel and walking away in her usual imperious manner, Tharja didn’t even bother offering her a single backwards glance.
“Don’t forget-you’re the one who makes him happy.”
“Huh?” She was gone long before Lucina could even begin to respond to her surprising words and, knowing her, she very much doubted Tharja would appreciate her chasing after her with thanks or questions. Even despite their differences, she knew the other woman well enough to understand that.
“Tharja…” She breathed, utterly touched as she stared at the unexpected gift…a reason to go see Robin, delivered from the woman she knew would wish to see him just as badly as her, a woman who must be equally as unsettled by Olivia’s new role in Robin’s life as she was.
‘I’m the one who makes him happy…’
In all her life, Lucina had never imagined to hear such an admission. Not from Tharja. The dark mage was too proud, too determined to ever give up.
Hearing them now, it felt as terrible as it did wonderful. Leaving her with an almost painful guilt at the pain she knew her relationship must be exacting on the sorceress as much as with a powerful elation at knowing that the words could only mean her acceptance, her acknowledgement of Lucina’s secretive relationship with the tactician.
“I-I won’t forget!” She promised, already racing towards the Shepherds barracks.
Whether the gift was from pity or from solidarity Lucina neither knew nor cared, all that mattered as her footsteps echoed down the halls was that all her previous uneasiness had vanished from her heart.
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Twelve Days Ago
It didn’t happen every week, nor even often enough to expect it but the moment Robin heard that quiet, hesitant knock on his door his entire body suddenly perked up with anticipation.
“Noire?” He called out, smirking as he saw Olivia surprised out of her routine. “Is that you? Come in.”
“I-I’m not interrupting?” She answered, tentatively pushing the door open, just enough to slip through the entrance.
“Of course not! I was just-” Cutting himself off, Robin spied the parcel she was holding carefully between her hands, his stomach growling angrily in anticipation. “Oooh! You brought something?”
“Oh, ah.” Flushing as she shifted her weight nervously from foot to foot, her eyes dropped to the floor. “I-It’s nothing much. I just thought…maybe you’d be hungry?”
Pushing his work aside, Robin leaned back with a welcoming smile. “That’s incredible! Your timing is as good as ever, I’m absolutely starving!
“But,” he added, holding a hand up as the younger girl’s face brightened noticeably. “Do you mind if Olivia joins us?” So saying he nodded over to where the dancer was doing her best to blend into the furniture.
“O-Oh, ah, er- hello Mrs. Olivia.” Noire offered nervously, only just now spotting the other woman. “O-of course not, if, if she wants?”
“Ah-please, just, just call me Olivia.” Olivia winced, looking equally as uncomfortable, each utterly failing to meet the other’s gaze as they shuffled awkwardly in place, not quite sure what to make of the situation.
“She’s been helping me recently.” Robin laughed, taking the lead as he walked around his desk, pulling up two chairs and gesturing them both to sit around his desk. “You’re in luck today though Olivia, whenever Noire brings something around, you know she’s outdone herself. We’re in for a real treat!”
“N-No! Ro-Robin! You’re embarrassing me!” The archer stammered, slinking red-faced into one of the chairs as she pushed the container to his side of the desk. “I-It’s not much, I just…I just, I like cooking and it always makes mother happy when she hears I’m spending time with you… AH! N-N-Not that that’s why I do it! I just, Gods, I’m sorry! I didn’t mean it like that!”
Nodding as Noire’s explanation trailed off into a familiar stammered series of apologies, Robin wasn’t surprised to hear about Tharja’s reaction at all. No doubt she wanted Noire to accept him as part of their family, her desire that he father the “Noire” of this timeline was hardly a secret.
Not for the first time he wondered just what role he’d had with the dark mage’s family in the original timeline, Noire clearly enjoyed his company and they’d formed a pleasant friendship during the war, but she didn’t seem to treat him as if he was some close uncle or family-friend. Perhaps something had soured between him and Tharja?
“Speaking of your mother,” He added, pushing that unhappy thought aside, knowing well just how poorly any attempts at prying would be received. “How is she? Is she treating you well?”
That Tharja loved her daughter was unquestionable- that she showed that love was very often questioned.
“Oh, yes!” Noire beamed, “She’s been soo happy recently! She spends a lot more time with me, and, and she’s always smiling, whenever she doesn’t think I’m looking! I, I think I even heard her singing the other day!”
“Tharja? T-That is a surprise, wow. Do you know what’s brought that on?” He asked, supressing a small burst of warmth at that knowledge. His actions, betraying the woman he loved, there was no doubt it was terrible- but no matter how guilt ridden he was, he cared dearly for Tharja, to hear that he was at least able to make her so obviously happy- it couldn’t only be a bad thing…could it?
“No, I, I don’t know...I don’t want to ask, I’ve never seen her like this. I-it’s nice.”
“That’s wonderful!” Olivia cried, beaming just as happily. She’d never been friends with Tharja, but she too was the mother of an equally troubled future-child, seeing any of the families getting along was always a pleasant reassurance for her. “I’m, I’m really glad to hear you two are getting along.”
“T-Thank you.”
‘It’s funny really.’ Robin thought as he leaned over, carefully undoing the packaging around Noire’s package. ‘They’re surprisingly similar.’ It was something that hadn’t occurred to him until just now, but if you put aside the difference in appearance, their mannerisms were so similar you could easily mistake Olivia as being Noire’s mother instead.
“Oh, a cake!” Olivia gasped, the moment the box fell open, “You bake Noire? I never knew!” He couldn’t blame her, it was certainly hard to imagine anyone making anything like that in the ruined future.
“O-Only sometimes, I just…Mother had a recipe for a strawberry cheesecake and I thought, it might be nice to try?”
“Well I’m not gonna wait!” Robin declared, pulling out a knife and quickly cutting out three slices. “You know I’ve been looking forward to this, it’s Noire’s cooking that keeps me going sometimes!” Backing up his statements with action, the tactician’s piece vanished a moment later.
“Mmmm!” He hummed, despite his full mouth. Tharja’s surprisingly good cooking skills had certainly been passed down to her daughter.
“Oo-Ooh!” Olivia hummed in appreciation as she tried her own slice. “W-Woah, this is great!” Being a dancer, and someone of peerless grace, she managed to restrain herself enough that her portion lasted a few moments longer.
Savouring the last of the flavour as she closed her eyes in a small moment of bliss, the dancer was almost lost for words. After so long eating little but the cheapest foods possible, a delicacy like this, was-was, “Ahhhhh! That was…that was perfect.”
“R-Really, it’s not much.” Face burning bright crimson in a grateful mortification, the archer was too busy burning a hole in the floor with her eyes to even attempt to eat her share. “I just, I always thought…it’d be nice to be a chef. And, when we were in Valm, Robin offered to help me practice.”
“N-Nhot,” Swallowing, Robin tried again, “Not offered, so much as leapt at the chance!”
“Mhmm!” Olivia nodded, licking her fingers clean, already eyeing the rest of the cake hungrily. “I can see why. I can’t make anything like that, did you use magic?”
“Only a little... It’s really, it’s just a cake. I just thought, R-Robin’s always working so hard, and mother always complains he doesn’t take care of himself. I-I thought I could help…a little…”
“Thank you Noire.” Robin nodded, wishing she’d meet his gaze for a moment. “Really, I wasn’t kidding before. You should come by more often, it really is a joy anytime you visit. I look forward to it.”
His words did nothing to cool down the archer’s burning red face, or the way she was squirming self-consciously in her seat. “B-But, it’s nothing compared to Olivia. I always thought that your dances were so, so amazing… You made us all feel so much better, it was...they were so great. An-And now, Morgan told us you’re here helping Robin?”
Now it was Olivia’s turn to fidget in place, her own face heating up at the praise. “I-I’m not doing much, I ju-”
“Olivia heard I was having a hard time lately.” Robin cut in, keeping his voice light and easy-going. “And so she kindly offered to dance for me. She’s been an amazing help already.”
“T-That’s not how it happened!” Olivia squeaked, waving her hands in deflection. “I just, y-you always do so much…I-I don’t know if I even, even help at all.”
“I-It must!” Surprisingly it was Noire that spoke up this time, her voice as steely as Robin had ever heard from the timid girl, “I-I know when, whenever I saw you on the battlefield, it always cheered me up! And-and afterwards, when everyone was exhausted, o-or hurt, we’d see you a-and it felt better!”
“Wow, I-Gosh, tha-”
Unfortunately, the dancer was barely even able to get a word in edgewise. “So, so I know if you’re dancing for Robin, then it’s definitely helping him!”
“N-Noire...” Olivia breathed, touched by the younger woman’s assurance.
“I just, I’ve always…always thought you were so brave.” Noire stammered weakly, both women desperately trying to avoid looking directly at each other, or at Robin. “E-Even Inigo didn’t dance on the battlefields.”
“Heh.” Robin chuckled to himself, leaning back and watching as a spark of friendship slowly grew between the two women. Even despite the differences in their lives, they really were too similar.
‘Still,’ He added internally as he cut up some more of the cake and passed it out. ‘Olivia’s not who she really takes after.’
The future children by and large could be separated into two categories; those like Lucina and Cynthia who took heavily after their parents and those like Nah and Gerome who didn’t. There were some exceptions of course, but what had most surprised him- something he hadn’t truly understood until he’d started sending time with the archer, was just how much Noire belonged in the former category.
‘She really is her mother’s child.’
It was funny, they seemed to different at first glance. Tharja was one of the most powerful sorceresses in the world, while Noire could barely cast more than novice spells. The mother was cruel and merciless in battle but the daughter would never willingly finish off a fleeing enemy.
And yet, the more he’d gotten to know either of them, the more he’d seen the same truths. The same kindness, the same selflessness, the same mannerisms and that they were both almost painfully shy introverts.
The only real difference was how they dealt with it. Tharja feigned an aura of violent confidence, hiding her shyness behind a thin veil of hostility she flaunted her power and made it clear she would follow him, would protect him- even at the cost of her life. Noire meanwhile wore her emotions on her sleeve, withdrawing from attention and instead radiating a kind ephemeral beauty. No matter how many enemies he’d seen her dispatch, still there was an instinctive desire to hold her close, to keep her safe.
Even in their manner of dressing they had turned out to be surprisingly similar. Tharja’s alluring outfit made no mystery of her incredible body, but he knew well enough to understand the design was standard for mages in Plegia- he’d spent enough time in the boiling desert sun to realise the practicality of the light material and he’d seen the way she cringed away from the lustful looks she drew to understand she kept wearing it for similar reasons to why he always wore his cloak. When her life had been tipped upside down, her clothes were about the only familiar things she still retained.
Noire, meanwhile, having grown up in Ylisse covered her body almost to the extent at which Tharja didn’t, her bare shoulders the only exception, a concession made for her role as an archer.
Her body though… ‘Gods’… Even despite all she wore, there was no denying how strongly she took after her mother. It was something he’d only begun to appreciate when he’d returned, but now, as his eyes ran greedily over Noire’s generous curves, Robin couldn’t understand how he’d possibly missed it.
With full soft lips and a cute round face, Noire was unquestionably attractive. Slim and lightly toned, both mother and daughter possessed the same trim stomach, the same gentle curve of their wide hips and the same perky, round ass. However, no matter how impressive the rest of her figure was, Noire, just like Tharja, was almost unfairly impossible to define by anything except her most striking feature…
Swallowing his suddenly dry throat, Robin allowed himself a moment to drink in the sight- Noire’s incredible, pillowy breasts straining tight against the confines of her top.
‘Gods.’ He repeated, his instincts smouldering hot as he flicked his eyes over to Olivia, eagerly enjoying the view down her dress as the dancer reached over for her second helping of the dessert. Looking at her round, full mounds, wrapped tight in the thin silken top, he knew her bust was certainly not lacking.
And yet… Noire was her mother’s daughter. Before her, even the dancer’s generous assets seemed smaller by comparison. In all Robin’s travels and all the women he’d met, the only one he’d seen who could compete with Tharja’s lineage was Naga’s daughter herself.
‘I wonder…’ He grinned, biting down on his lip as he covertly watched the younger woman follow Olivia’s movements, drinking in a perfect view of her mountainous cleavage as she reached to take a slice herself. ‘How would they feel?’ Would it be just like her mother’s?
Ever since she’d seen the fruits of her first experimentation with them, Tharja had been eagerly incorporating her breasts into their encounters. Robin was now well accustomed to the feeling of such large, soft breasts wrapped warm around his length…
‘Mmm…’ Tuning out the woman’s conversation, his thoughts raced and as his cock became rock hard below the desk, he could easily envision it…
Him holding Noire from behind, nibbling on her ear and hearing her quiet gasps as his hands sunk softly into her heaving chest.
Her eyes going wide and face burning crimson as he spun her in place, kissing along her neck and undoing the bindings around her chest, releasing her mounds directly into his hands.
Him pushing her gently to ground, watching her expressions change as he pressed his cock between her mounds, gasping as he felt her warm, velvety flesh engulf him…her full lips hot and wet against his glans as he thrus-
‘A-Ah!’
Biting hard down on his tongue, Robin forcefully jerked himself back to reality, desperately hiding his excitement with a long, slow breath.
‘Naga!’ He cursed himself, a sudden sick weight wrapping around his stomach. ‘What am I thinking!? That’s Tharja’s daughter! I’m sleeping with her mother for Naga's sake!’ Is this the kind of man he was now? Gods, what kind of man would fantasise about the daughter of the woman he’d taken as a lover!?
‘AND, she’s one of Lucina’s trusted companions.’ His battered conscience reminded him, its words as dull as ever against pragmatic reality…was that really any worse than what he’d done with Lucina’s beloved aunt?
‘I need to be careful.’ He reminded himself with a sigh.
‘I want her.’ He didn’t bother trying to deny it. He knew it and accepted it. He was a tactician. He would never run from a truth, no matter how painful.
A deep, primal, part of him craved her. Even now, he could feel the fire within him crackling and sparking, burning hotter each time he looked at her. For all that Noire took after her mother, she also held a simple, pure innocence her mother lacked. Where Tharja wished to lay everything before him, to be his without reservation…some instinctive part of him wanted to conquer Noire, to defile her, bind her forever to him and make her his. Just as he did with Lissa, just as he knew he would with Olivia.
‘Gods!’ He scolded, shaking those thoughts away before they could progress any further. ‘Godsdamnit! Calm down! Calm down!’
Thankfully the fire inside him was smouldering only gently, sated by his actions with Tharja and Lissa, its heat was only a fraction of the previous need he’d felt. But then- didn’t that mean the intensity of the desire was from his own wants? That he was solely to blame, not his rampaging instincts?
‘No. It won’t happen. Gods! Tharja wants you to father Noire, not to fuck her!’ He reminded himself. Clenching his teeth and ignoring the furious spark of pleasure that seared through him at the thought of the dark mage proudly carrying his child.
“-in, Robin? Are you alright?”
“A-Ah, huh?” Blinking himself out of his uneasy thoughts, and trying to ignore the way his cock was straining painfully against this trousers, Robin looked up to see both women staring worriedly at him.
“A-Are you okay?” Olivia asked hesitantly, “You seemed lost in thought?”
“Oh, yes, sorry. I’m fine.” He nodded, forcing a smile and shaking his head with a soft laugh. “Geez, for some reason I was suddenly thinking about the Malinee accounts… Urgh, I’m not looking forward to dealing with those dastards again.”
“O-Oh?” He smiled warmly at Noire’s sympathetic look, glad she’d at least accepted his excuse.
“But, that’s actually just reminded me.” Robin added, his analytical mind quickly providing an ideal distraction. “Noire, it’s rare for you to bake a cake. You usually only do it for special occasions, have I missed something?”
“A-Ah! N-No, no, not at all!” She stammered, throwing her hands up in defence. “I just, have you heard? Severa’s coming back to Ylisstol soon! I-I’m really happy!”
“Oh right!” Olivia beamed, “You two are really close aren’t you?”
“S-She’s my best friend!” The archer declared awkwardly, recovering a moment later. “I know she can seem a little…harsh. B-but she’s very kind! I missed her.”
“That is good news!” Robin grinned happily, easing himself back into the conversation. “She’s been gone for a few weeks now hasn’t she? I know I’ve missed her myself, geez, Cordelia’s probably worried herself sick. It’ll be good to have her back.”
“I-It will!”
With that, the conversation quickly turned back to lighter matters while they finished off the last of the cooking. Pushing the earlier thoughts from his mind, Robin was able to slowly force his body to calm down to normal.
It wasn’t until nearly an hour later, with his eyes following every swing of the archer’s tight, round ass –his mind automatically comparing it against her mother’s- as it swung innocently out the door, that he allowed his earlier musings to return. ‘Gods… Maybe I’ll go see Tharja tonight.’
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Eleven Days Ago
“Robin!”
Looking up from his work to see Lissa angrily pushing the door to his office open and stamping into the room with a frustrated frown, Robin had to hold back a smile of intense satisfaction.
‘Right on time.’ He noted. First thing in the morning, exactly a week since Emmeryn’s day and three days since Lon’qu had returned, finally, the Ylissean Princess was here to confront him. To discuss everything that had happened between them.
“I-I need to talk to you!” she continued, her hands balled into fists at her side. “I’ve been, it’s all jus-”
“That’s fine.” Robin interrupted gently, carefully keeping his voice “But shouldn’t we talk about it in private?”
“Ahu-wha?” Lissa blinked, looking around the empty room in bewilderment. That was part of why she’d come so early, to ensure that they wouldn’t be interrupted.
“Olivia will probably be here in a few minutes.” He explained, “And she’ll definitely think something’s up if my office is suddenly locked and soundproofed when she arrives.”
“Oh, er…right.” She winced, looking away as her momentum dropped. With the way her mind had been racing at the thought of finally approaching him, she’d somehow forgotten the dancer was working for Robin now.
“Look, Lissa, I’m sorry. Honestly, I’ve been wanting to talk to you too…” He offered, spreading his hands with a reassuring smile. “I just, I wanted to wait until you were ready. I didn’t want to pressure you.”
“Y-yeah, I know.” She sighed, twisting her fingers around each other awkwardly. As easy as it was to try blame Robin for everything that’d happened, she knew he hadn’t done anything wrong. She was the one who had approached him.
“Why don’t we…can we talk this afternoon?” Robin suggested, a trace of nervous anticipation heating his words, “If you come back after lunch I can ask Olivia to go take care of something else for an hour.”
“An hour? I-Sure, okay.” She nodded, turning to go. “I’ll, I’ll see you this afternoon then?”
“Right. It’ll be… It’ll be good. I’ll be looking forward to it.”
The door swung shut behind her.
Sinking heavily back into his seat, Robin lasted barely a few seconds before breaking out into a wide grin, his entire body ignited with an incredible surge of adrenaline.
‘So this is it then?’
Finally.
For a moment his heart shuddered at the memory of Lon’qu, at the guilt that had torn at him three nights ago, at the guilt he knew would haunt him for many days to come.
But it was too late to stop, too late to reconsider and far too late to turn back.
Finally.
‘What would be best…?’
When the dancer came in almost twenty minutes later, Robin was still deep in thought, his chin steeped in his hands as he ran through the myriad of possibilities before him.
When standing so close to victory it was only natural to try act safely, to hesitate and consolidate what gains you’d made rather than risk losing everything. It was a flaw he’d seen in countless tacticians, one he’d been guilty of himself earlier in his career…
“Olivia.” He spoke up, addressing the dancer for the first time since he’d entered. “I need you to do me a favour.”
…It was a flaw he’d corrected.
His very soul roared in approval, every fibre of his being pulsing with pleasure as Robin finalised his plan. He would act assertively, chasing a total victory with everything he had, trusting absolutely on his comrades and the surety of his knowledge of them.
Just as he had so many times in the past.
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The rest of the day passed almost unbearably slowly for Lissa, it was almost impossible to think of anything but her upcoming discussion with Robin. After finishing lunch she lingered uncomfortably around the Shepherd’s barracks, sitting quietly in a corner and feigning interest in a book she’d brought along- waiting nervously for Olivia to walk out the door.
By the time she finally watched the dancer skipping down the stairs and sashaying out the door, her mind was spinning with a thousand whirling emotions. She didn’t know what to think, what she wanted to say, or even what she wanted to feel- all she knew was that she couldn’t possibly wait any longer.
“Robin.” She called out, pushing his door open and glad to see the tactician looking up at her with the same trace of nerves, his room as empty as he’d promised. “I’m here.”
“Yeah.” He breathed, moving slowly from behind his desk and locking the door securely behind her.
This was it. She was committed now, she couldn’t run anymore, couldn’t hide from what she’d done.
Turning to him, Lissa paused, swallowing heavily, ‘Naga.’ He was so close! Barely a step away from her, staring down at her with that same caring smile as always, the same loving gaze that had always protected her.
A small fire smouldered softly inside her, burning away all the words she’d thought to say. “I-Robin, I…”
“Lissa…” He answered, his hand reaching out, laying softly against her cheek.
‘A-Ah!’ Leaning instinctively into his touch, feeling his skin warm and soft against hers, she had to supress a moan. It had only been a week, it felt like a lifetime.
“I’ve been waiting for you.” He whispered, his words sending a shiver down her spine and kindling the fire ever hotter. “I missed you. Gods, I just, I didn’t want to hurry you.”
“I-I know, I, Naga!” Pulling away, she desperately screwed her eyes shut, trying with all her might to make sense of everything. Talking to him like this, feeling like this, this isn’t what she’d planned! This wasn’t what she’d wanted…was it?
“Gods! Robin! I don’t know, nothing makes sense right now!” She wailed, stepping balling her hands into fists and retreating a step away from him. “I-It’s not fair! I never used to feel like this! I’ve never felt like this before. An-and, I know it’s all my own fault, I came to you…I just… Why?”
“Lissa…”
“Why…why do I love you?” She breathed, clenching her arms across her body as her eyes bored a hole in the floor. “Why can’t I stop thinking about you? I’m married… Gods… I’m married! I love Lon, more than anything! B-But he’s been back for three days now and I haven’t approached him, I haven’t touched him. I know he wants to but I just…What did you do to me?”
‘Huh, so it’s always on her to initiate sex?’ Robin considered, cataloguing that away. Thinking about it now, it wasn’t all that surprising, especially given the man’s long held discomfort around women. The thought of approaching even Lissa intimately must be almost impossible for him. She had a strong personality, but not so strong that she wanted to always be in control. ‘I imagine she got tired of that fairly quickly.’
“I didn’t do anything to you.” He answered, pushing those thoughts aside for later, “I only told you the truth, how I feel about you. How I’ve always felt about you.”
“R-Robin.” She hesitated, her eyes flicking across him for only a brief moment, not missing the sincerity in his eyes. “I don’t, I don’t know…” What was she saying? Hadn’t she come here to get answers from him? To finish things between them?
“You do.”
“Wh-wha?”
“You do.” He repeated, stepping closer, his smile as warm and reassuring as ever. “Lissa, you do know. It’s why you’re here, why we’re talking now. You came to see me this morning and then agreed to talk when we had more time, I said I’d send Olivia away for an hour and you were relieved.
If you were here to tell me what happened was a mistake, that you regretted it or that it only happened because it was Emmeryn’s day- that wouldn’t possibly take an hour. If you truly believed any of that you would have told me directly in the morning and that would have been the end of it. Instead, you were relieved to have enough time, relieved we would have an hour together, alone.”
“I-” Swallowing, she could only stare back, her heart racing as his words dismantled everything she’d told herself, blowing away all the comforting excuses she’d made.
“You do know Lissa. You know what you want and why you’re here, now. You just feel guilty about wanting it. The reason you’re so uneasy is because you keep lying to yourself.”
Was that true? That couldn’t be true…could it? Mind reeling, she desperately sought for an explanation.
‘W-Wha!?’
But Robin moved first, instantly covering the distance between them, his arms wrapped securely around her waist, tugging her gently into his chest and pressing his lips warm against hers. “A-Ahmm!” Moaning softly, Lissa’s mouth opened instinctively, accepting him as she melted comfortingly into his embrace. “Ahmm.”
His hands ran hot across her back and she found herself desperately fighting for control, holding back an indescribably sense of relief, a cruel feeling of satisfaction.
Breaking the kiss Robin dragged his mouth hot along her shoulders, sucking greedily at her smooth skin as his hands moved to the back of her neck, expertly undoing the ties to the dress- just as he had so many times before.
Wasting no time in tugging the fabric down, he freed her breasts to the open air, running his hands hot over her soft mounds. “A-Ahh!” Gasping at the sensation, Lissa’s eyes flew wide, her back arching into his touch and her mind finally jolted back to the present.
“W-Wait! R-Robin.” She begged, her breaths suddenly coming in ragged pants as she had to fight with everything she had not to simply give in to her desires. “W-wait.”
And he did. The moment she asked it, his hands stopped. Only barely touching his chest, she was abruptly denied all the pleasure he’d been eagerly offering a moment ago. Clenching her teeth, Lissa almost screamed in frustration.
“Of course.” He whispered, voice as gentle as ever. “Lissa, I’m never going to pressure you or force you to do anything.”
“H-Haa…” She panted. She needed to stop this, she needed to get away. She knew if she didn’t, if she didn’t stop herself now, she would never be able to stop again… But even as she thought that, even as she tried desperately to remember why this shouldn’t feel so right, already she was pressing herself back against his hands, forcefully grinding them against her soft flesh. “HHa-Aahh.”
‘G-Gods!’ Her entire body was on fire, every inch of her aching for his touch, begging to feel him. Her pussy throbbed angrily as she squirmed on the spot and she could already feel how soaked the thin fabric of her panties was.
“I’ll wait.” Robin repeated, “If that’s what you want.”
Gods! Naga… If that’s what she wanted? “I-I want, I want…” Twisting her hands angrily around the lapels of his cloak the last of Lissa’s resolve finally gave way. “I want you!”
He went with her motions and finally their lips crashed together once more, mouths open in violent passion as one of his arms wrapped securely around her waist, the other again kneading wonderfully hot over her breasts.
‘Naga! I-I’m sorry!’ She lied, groaning lustily into his mouth and clinging to him with all her strength, her body blazing with joy, finally releasing her long withheld desire.
With practiced ease his fingers flicked the straps across her stomach open, loosening her leather waistcoat and giving him access to the buttons of her dress, something Robin wasted no time exploiting.
“H-Haa” She panted, flushing in excitement as her dress fell apart at her feet. Leaving her in nothing but the stockings up to her thighs and a thin pair of matching white panties…she was at least wearing her smallclothes this time.
Breaking their kiss and moving his mouth to her neck, Robin pulled her against him, turning her in place and running his fingers hot over her stomach.
“Lissa.” He sighed her name, his lips dragging down the length of her neck until he was biting gently into her shoulder. “There’s one more thing, this is important.”
“Y-Yeah?”
One hand moved up her body, cupping around her breast kneading it gently as she groaned in appreciation. The other trailed down her abdomen, tracing a path between her thighs and sliding only painfully slowly under the thin fabric of her soaked underwear, pushing them down her legs to the floor. “You’re not the only woman I’m with.”
“W-Wha?” She gasped, caught between listening to his words and bucking her hips against his teasing fingers, urging them toward her aching pussy.
“Since I’ve returned… you’re not the only woman I’ve taken to bed.” He clarified, as his middle finger finally pressed along the length of her slit, rubbing lightly across her clit. “Does that bother you?”
“I-Ah…Hnhaa”
Robin wasn’t true to her? He had another lover? Did it bother her!?
Of course it did!
She paused, chewing heavily on her lip and stifling a groan as she felt his fingers gently spread her aching pussy lips open.
Didn’t it?
…Weren’t they in love? Wasn’t that how they’d gotten into this situation? She’d always loved Robin, and when she’d lost control and pulled him into her arms, he’d admitted the same love for her. Even despite being married, she’d let her passions get ahead of herself and accepted his feelings.
‘No.’ No that wasn’t quite right. She knew it now just as she’d known the moment she’d felt his seed burning through her, engulfing her in the same warmth that lingered across her soul even now.
You’re mine.
Yeah, I’m yours.
This wasn’t an affair, nor any kind of equivalent exchange of feelings. She’d given herself to him, completely and utterly. Even if she hadn’t acknowledged it, even if she couldn’t admit it, it remained true. The fact that another woman had done the same changed nothing.
“No.” She gasped, her hand atop his as she pushed his fingers into her, leaning back with a guttural moan as he slowly slid two fingers into her. “N-No, ahghaaa… No, that doesn’t bother me.”
“I see.” Even without looking, she could imagine the grin on his face. She could hear it in his words, the same smile she’d seen a thousand times before, the one he wore when he knew that everything was accounted for. That everything had come together, exactly as he wished. “Good, then you understand- why you’re here, what you want.”
“A-Hhha.” Screwing her eyes closed, Lissa nodded, her hips automatically bucking against his fingers, pushing them deeper inside her, grinding them harder against her walls.
“But,” He caressed her breast harder now, teasing and turning her nipple as she ground herself back along his cock, feeling it rock hard against her ass through his clothes. “You still feel guilty, don’t you? That’s why it’s taken you so long.”
“I-Of, of course.” She panted, screwing her eyes closed as the guilty thoughts ran through her again, as she thought once more about what she’d done…what she was doing. “Gods, of course I do! I love Lon, I just…just…” Just what? Did she even have a single excuse anymore?
“I told you before.” Robin scolded her lightly, dragging his mouth along her neck in rhythm with his fingers twisting inside her walls. “You haven’t done anything wrong.”
He knew, better than anyone, exactly how true that was. Lissa was blameless. All the blame, all the guilt and sin was on him. He was the only one at fault here.
“B-But, I-”
“But you feel guilty, you hate yourself for wanting this, for having always wanted this.” He finished, pausing his movements completely and holding her squirming in his arms. “You want to be punished, you feel like you need a penance for your actions.”
“Punished?” She repeated, her body already attempting to urge him back to motion. Is that what she wanted? To pay for all that she’d done-for all that she wanted to do? Was that even possible? Her breathing came faster as her heart raced. The answer came to her as much from instinct as desire.
“I told you before, that you’ve done nothing wrong, that this is where you belong. Words obviously weren’t enough, so I’m going to show you now.” He answered, digging his fingers back into her once more, laughing confidently as she gasped in delight. “You want to feel guilty, to be punished? Fine. I’ll do that.
“And then.” He continued, his words ringing with absolute finality. “I’m going to give you absolution.”
“H-HNngaaa!” Lissa moaned in response, rocking her hips back and forth against his touch. She wasn’t sure what to make of his words in the first place and it was quickly becoming harder and harder to think.
‘N-Naga! I’m getting…getting close!’ Lon’qu never held her this tight, never teased her so confidently- never made her feel like this! It was almost unfair how easily Robin could drive her so insane, it was like he knew everything about her.
And unfortunately, knowing her so well meant he could also tease her in ways she could barely stand! His arms held her securely, but his fingers kept a steady pace, ignoring how she shook her hips, refusing to move as fast as she ached for. Turning and twisting them inside her, he scraped them against her sensitive spots “G-GHaa!” but never quite hard enough, never quite enough to drive her over the edge!
She’d been soaking wet before he’d even laid his hands on her, more than ready to cum with but the simplest movements, but instead he kept matching his pace against hers, purposefully teasing her, dragging her pleasure out until it was maddening!
“A-Ahhnggaa! Robin! I’m gonna- Ahnh!”
Throwing her head back and forth, crying out through grit teeth, there was nothing she could do but accept it, feeling her mind slowly going blank as her vision turned white and his relentless stimulation worked her higher and higher, dragged with a torturously steady speed towards an incredible orgasm.
“I-I’m! I’m! R-Robin!”
And then, just as she knew she couldn’t take it anymore, finally standing on the verge of her peak, writhing and shaking in his grip…
“Robin? Love? You asked to see me?”
…Suddenly a new voice called out, followed by a gentle rapping on the door.
Eyes wide, Lissa turned in terrified shock towards the door, “No-Nagh! GHHH!” Both her hands flew to her mouth, desperately stifling her moans. She knew Robin had ensured his office was soundproofed long ago, but in that moment she couldn’t possibly think clearly.
The only thing on her mind was a desperate need to hold back her voice... “N-GhGAAhh!”… And an even more desperate need for the release her entire body had been aching for, for so long!
Humming lightly into her neck, Robin’s fingers finally sped up, finally gave her the feeling she’d been begging for! Twisting and turning inside her, he continued to rhythmically scrape them along her walls, grinding them harder, deep inside her pussy.
“Ngghh!” Lissa whimpered, her hips thrashing and legs shaking, as she was forcefully taken right to the edge of the bliss she was seeking. Even despite her panic, she could barely concentrate on anything else. Not even when she felt his lips move from her neck, a minor incantation barely heard against her skin…one to remove him from the silencing wards for a few seconds.
“Yes, I’m in here.”
Not even when she heard his voice speaking up, not even as her fear spiked, she couldn’t hold back! She couldn’t care! It was too late! She was too close!
“Come in.”
The door swung open.
“Robin! Are we alone? I wa-EAH?”
He pushed his fingers deep into her, hard and rough, hitting every spot she’d been aching for.
“HNG-AIIHAAAAAAA!”
Face to face with the stunned face of the Shepherd’s dark mage, with her entire body arched backwards, shuddering and thrashing in the tactician’s strong grip… Lissa finally came.
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Tharja had known, for some time now, that even without Lucina, Robin would never just be hers, that one day she would find her beloved in the arms of another. She knew it to be a simple truth, that the man she loved was so much more than just a man, that no single woman- even one who loved him as much as she did- could ever be enough for him.
But knowing was not the same as accepting and watching Robin with Lucina all those countless times through her scrying orb wasn’t the same as seeing it in person.
She still remembered the pain she’d felt so long ago in the scorching sun of the Plegian desert, when she’d first seen them together. And, knowing the inevitability of it, she’d wondered how she would react when the time did come, when Robin did come to her with another woman; would knowing of his needs dull the agony of her jealousy? Would she scream? Would she cry?
Finally she had her answer.
“Hehe.”
Closing the door behind her, Tharja walked calmly into the room, her eyes never once leaving those of the Ylissean princess as she watched Lissa held tight in Robin’s arms, her guttural moans echoing loud around the room as she came, her entire body convulsing in a violent orgasm.
It was in that moment, watching the Exalted Princess’s body still desperately buck against the tactician’s hands- even as she screwed her eyes shut in shame, that Tharja realised it.
This was right. This was how it should be.
Tharja had been raised as a Grimleal most of her life. Even as a reluctant believer, she still knew the rites, she knew the ceremonies.
But now, Grima was no more, Robin had killed him and stolen his powers for himself. As man he had slain Plegia’s deity, and now…now he was something greater than the Demon Dragon could ever be.
Grima was dead. Robin was her God now.
“I’m here, as you asked, my love.” She purred, her face flushing as she drew closer. A single incantation and a wave of her hand did away with her clothes, leaving her standing naked before them- her breasts heaving at the sudden release and her pussy throbbing in response to the powerful smell of sex in the air.
She looked again at the young princess, gasping and panting desperately in his arms, smirking to herself when she saw Lissa doing whatever she could to avoid meeting her eyes.
This was how it should be, him with some woman wrapped around him and her always at by his side.
Tharja knew now, everything she was and everything she wanted to be. She was never to be Robin’s wife, but nor would she be his whore. She was his Hierophant, his lover, his mistress. Lucina, bearing his ring, was his left hand. And she, loving him like no other, would be his right.
So, if his wife’s place was in his bed, bearing his children…
Tharja sank wordlessly to the ground, her hands reaching past the princess and releasing Robin’s belt, her fingers running automatically along the tantalising length of his rock hard cock as she released it from the confines of his pants.
…Then her place, was on her knees, between his legs.
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“A-H-Hey!” Lissa gasped, watching in numb shock as Tharja slunk to the ground in front of her, feeling her reaching around her, pulling at Robin’s length from where she’d been grinding it against her ass.
And then, unexpectedly, the tactician slowly drew his hand back, pulling his fingers out from Lissa’s sensitive pussy. “A-Ohhaauuuu!” She moaned loudly, unable to stop herself from crying out at the unwanted withdrawal. “W-Wait, I-A-Ahua!”
Without a single word spoken, both Robin and Tharja worked in perfect unison. He slid his fingers fully out from inside her, working them teasingly up her body and at the same time, Tharja pushed her feet apart, gently pushing his cock down and settling it warm and hard between Lissa’s legs- pulsing greedily up against her soaking pussy.
“Oh-A-Ahha” She moaned, her hips sliding instinctively back and forth along the rigid length, feeling her lips pushed out around this thickness and shivering in delight as both Robin’s hands moved to her breasts, eagerly squeezing and fondling her mounds in time with her movements. “G-Gods!”
Still coming down from the high of her orgasm and dealing with the shock of everything happening so quickly, of Tharja sitting before her, Lissa looked down at where her lover’s cock was jutting out from between her legs- looking almost as if it had come from herself. ‘Even just this much…it’s still bigg-’
“Mmmm!”
Jolted from her thoughts by the feeling of the dark mage’s hot breath tickling against her sensitive folds, Lissa’s body shuddered again and Tharja eagerly sank forwards, hungrily swallowing as much of Robin’s length as she could, continuing until her face was pressed right against Lissa’s pussy. “Ah-HHaaaa!”
“Ah-HAhmmm.” Robin sighed, releasing his hold on one of her breasts and speaking for the first time since the other woman had entered. “Gods. That’s wonderful Tharja.”
Reaching down and running a hand gently through her hair as he felt her mouth bobbing up and down along his shaft, he continued a moment later. “Yeah…Just like that, Gods… This is why I love you so much.”
Surprisingly, Lissa felt the heat inside her burning even hotter at hearing him whispering words of love towards another woman, but, she didn’t even have a moment to consider it; the sorceress’s reaction to his compliment was visceral! Practically shivering in delight, Tharja’s pace rose rapidly, the entire room quickly echoing with the wet sounds of her lips wrapped desperately around the tactician’s hard length.
“A-GHHaa!” Lissa cried again as Tharja again swallowed as much of him as she could get, her mouth pressing up against the princess’s soaking pussy, grinding it as far back along Robin’s cock as she could go.
Reaching up to press her hands over the tactician’s, pushing his fingers firmer into her soft breasts as she arched her back into his chest, Lissa couldn’t tell if she wanted to moan or to scream! Being pleasured like this was almost frustrating! Tharja’s lips never did more than brush against the her pussy each time she bobbed her head down Robin’s shaft, and as wonderful as it was feeling herself spread open by his thick rod, it only made her body ache to feel his length inside her.
“A-Ahgh!”
And yet, despite that, shuddering as Robin kissed hot across her shoulder-blades and Tharja’s tongue flicked across her labia, it was shockingly intense. She’d never even imagined being assaulted on two fronts like this! Chewing on her lip and throwing her head from side to side, she quickly lost track of time, barely able to concentrate on anything else as her hips bucked involuntarily up and down Robin’s length and she slowly risked losing what little control she’d maintained.
“Mm-mmah.” Tharja moaned, leaning back and letting his cock slip from her mouth with a loud pop, resting it warm against her face as her hands gently squeezed his balls. “Why are you holding back love? I want to taste it.”
“Ahh…” Robin sighed, humming his pleasure into Lissa’s shoulder. “Tharja, you’re too good to me.”
“Robin…” There was no doubting the adoration in the woman’s voice, Lissa had barely heard such a loving tone from anyone before, let alone from Tharja.
“But, that’s enough for now.” He answered gently. “I want you to look after Lissa.”
“B-But, I…” She hesitated barely a moment. “Of course.”
“W-Wha? M-Me?” Lissa gaped in confusion, her shock numbed by the feeling of Robin slowly drawing his cock back along her aching pussy, the cockhead teasing her lips open for a single moment before it too was pulled back and hard between her ass-cheeks, the sticky trail of Tharja’s saliva and her own juices dripping hot into the small of her back.
And suddenly, with Robin’s hands occupied caressing her breasts, Lissa was left feeling completely exposed, spread wide with her dripping pussy barely a few centimetres from the dark haired sorceress.
Gulping, Lissa looked down between her shaking legs and to where the sorceress was staring up at her…and for a moment she was stunned, captivated and humbled by the sheer desire writ across Tharja’s deep violet eyes. She wanted what Robin wanted, and Robin wanted her to…to… “T-Tharja, wait, I, I don-AHI-YYAAH!”
Ignoring the princess’s pleas, Tharja wrapped her arms softly around Lissa’s legs, leaning forwards and laying a deep, sensual kiss directly onto the girls clit. Opening her mouth, she rolled her tongue across the sensitive folds with surprising gentleness.
“G-GODS!” Lissa gasped, her hands gripping tight to the dark mage’s hair and her legs squeezing around the other woman’s head. “T-Th-Tharja! I-I-Nnnnaga!”
‘It feels just like-’ Her mind screamed as the sorceress slowly trailed soft kisses all around her labia, pushing her tongue inside and teasing it against the princess’s inner walls. ‘J-Just like, Robin!?’
The experience was as new to Tharja as it was to Lissa, Robin had always been the only lover she’d ever had, or wanted. However, the tactician had always been a generous lover to her and the dark mage had become very accustomed to finding herself lying back on her desk, or his bed, with her legs tight around his head as he got her off, again and again.
And Tharja, more than any other woman, catalogued everything there was to know about Robin. Everything he said, everything he did, an obsession she’d never needed to understand compelled her to understand every facet of his being. Even without experience, she knew exactly what he did to pleasure her, she couldn’t never possibly forget anything that intimate. To replicate his actions now was as natural as breathing.
Deep in her most secret thoughts, the guilty fantasies she’d never shared with another soul, Lissa had imagined another woman’s head between her legs a small handful of times. “Naga-aahnn!” It had been little more than an idle thought at first, just a few pleasant daydreams of blonde curls and sensual caresses, but never once, not even in her wildest imagination had she ever imagined Tharja’s black tresses bobbing up and down across her thighs. “Gods!” Never had she dreamed of the sorceresses tongue tracing a soft, loving, path across her clit. “Th-Tharja!” Never had she pictured the dark mage’s milky white hands gripping tight to her thigh, her mouth pressed hot against Lissa’s folds as she pushed her tongue further inside her pussy.
Robin’s expert caresses only further destroyed any ability Lissa had of trying to think, his hands alternating between gentle and hard over her breasts and his length rubbing hot along her ass and up her back. “I can’t! I can’t hol-Gods! I’m! I’m getting close!” She wailed, running her hands desperately through the other woman’s hair and bucking her hips equally against the soft tongue in front of her and the hard cock behind.
“Cum!” Tharja demanded, humming the command directly into her clit before again carefully taking it into her mouth.
“Don’t hold back.” Robin added, nibbling on her ear as he squeezed her nipples between his thumb and forefingers.
“G-GHGAHAAAAA!” She screamed, her legs wrapping tight around the mage’s head and her hands gripping the back of her head with every ounce of desperate strength she had. “AIYAA-AHHHAA!” Convulsing and shaking, Lissa’s eyes rolled back in her head, her vision turning white as she came again, just as violently as the first time, her entire body going rigid for a moment before suddenly collapsing, falling slack into Robin’s chest once more.
“Gh-Haahaa…haaaa…” She panted weakly, spots dancing in front of her vision and her tongue hanging limply out of her mouth as she gasped for breath.
“Mmmm.”
Tharja, just like the tactician she was emulating, didn’t pause for a moment. Pulling away only long enough to catch her breath after being almost smothered by the princess’s lust, she quickly resumed, placing gentle, butterfly-light kisses all around Lissa’s clitoral hood.
“A-Gh-Ahha-Ahhhaaa!” Breaths coming in short bursts and still incredibly sensitive from orgasm already Lissa could already feel another peak quickly rising within her. “H-Hey, I-, hnaaa!”
“Tharja.” Once again, Robin took control just as she began to lose herself. “Do you know why I asked you to come here?”
And again, they acted in perfect unison- Leaning back and trailing her tongue up the length of Lissa’s thigh, Tharja drew herself to her full height, rolling her hands from the girl’s hips and around until the tips of her own smaller fingers were now dragging lightly across the princess’s soaked entrance. At the same time Robin drew back, releasing her breasts and trailing his fingers carefully down her back until he was resting the top of his hand above her ass, the top of his middle finger pressing lightly against the hole.
“H-Haaa…” Lissa shivered, clenching her teeth and standing rigidly in place as she felt both holes being teased at once.
If there was some signal, some cue between them, she didn’t see it, but they moved as one.
Tharja’s arm snaked around her hips, holding onto her and pressing her body hot against the princess’s “H-Hhaa!” The dark mage’s mountainous breasts pressed hard into Lissa’s own smaller bust, their nipples rubbing together and creating an indescribable friction as the mage pulled tight against her, burying her head in Lissa’s shoulder and nibbled gently on her burning flesh.
Robin held her securely from behind, his arm wrapped over her stomach and keeping her firmly in place as she felt his muscular chest pressed hard against her back. “Ahhnn.” His cock remained stiff against her back, even as his other hand claimed her ass, and his head lay on her other shoulder, his kisses growing with intensity as he worked his way up her neck.
“Ahhnnn.” She gasped, her hips shaking involuntarily once more as she felt herself sandwiched tight between the two bodies, Tharja’s flesh bare and soft to her front, and Robin’s hard and strong behind her.
“I wanted your help.” He continued, smiling at the princess’s weak gasps. “To help Lissa, actually.”
And again, their movements were as if synchronised. “Wwai-ghhaaa!” Robin pushed his finger even firmer against her, pressing past her resistance and sinking slowly into her ass. “G-Gods!” Tharja matched his pace, thrusting two fingers inside her, dragging them forcefully against the top of Lissa’s pussy.
“GODS! GHa-AHH!” Lissa cried, throwing her head from side to side, her whole body shaking at the sensation as they began moving together in a slow, soft rhythm. “Naga! R-Robin, th-this is, this is crazy!” In all her life, she’d never imagined anything like this, Robin’s finger gently opening up her virgin ass and Tharja hitting all the same sensitive spots inside her the tactician was so adept at. With their bodies pressed hot against her, his cock lying hard against her back and her breasts grinding against her own, she was being taken on two fronts! It was incredible!
“Oh?” Tharja purred, ignoring the princess’s shuddering pants as she continued to eagerly meet Robin’s movements.
“Yes, she feels she needs to be punished.” He grinned, drawing the words out as he watched Lissa shuddering under the new pleasures. “She’s feeling guilty, for sleeping with me.”
“What!?” Leaning back to stare her directly in the eyes, there was no mistaking the shocked anger Lissa could see shining in the dark mage’s purple irises now. “That’s ridiculous!”
“I-I” Neither stopped their movements, even as they talked. Biting her lip to hold back her cries, she could barely defend herself.
“You feel guilty for sleeping with him?” Tharja accused, teeth bared in clear affront. “You should feel thankful he’s chosen you! Do you know how long I waited, aching for his embrace?”
That was fine for her, Naga only knew how obsessed Tharja was with Robin, but Lissa loved Lon’qu. “I-I’m, a-ghaaa, I’m married…” Gasping and panting as both her pussy and ass were pleasured by people who weren’t her husband, the words came out a lot weaker than she’d intended.
“That’s just a promise you made to a man. This is far more important.” Tharja scoffed, her thumb pressing softly against Lissa’s clit serving to cut off any arguments. “If that truly bothers you, you should have remained loyal to Robin, like me.”
“Loyal…to Robin?” Was that…what she should have done? Gods, it was so hard to think and just as she was attempting to gather her thoughts, she felt the tactician gently insert a second finger inside her. “G-GHHAAA!” Shaking her hips back as she felt her walls stretched out slightly further, she couldn’t concentrate on anything else.
Tharja leaned closer again, squeezing tighter around Lissa’s waist and laying her lips lightly against the princess’s neck, grinding their breasts harder together as her breath tickled hot across the younger girl’s flushed skin. “Have you not already become Robin’s woman?”
“I-”
“He chose you. He wants you.” She purred, twisting and turning her fingers, grinding against Lissa’s inner walls just like how Robin always used to. “How can you possibly bear to let another man touch you? That cannot be what you want.”
‘I-It is! It is what I want!’… Wasn’t it? J-Just because she wanted Robin didn’t mean she didn’t want Lon’qu!
But then, a quiet voice whispered in the back of her mind…why had she not approached Lon in all the time he’d been back?
‘I just, b-because I feel guilty!’ She hadn’t wanted to embrace her husband as if nothing had happened, not after what she’d done. That was it…wasn’t it? It wasn’t because she didn’t want to… Lissa swallowed heavily, it wasn’t…it wasn’t because Robin felt so much better… ‘N-No, I just-’
“G-GHhaa!” Shuddering and shaking as the tactician’s fingers crossed inside her, her thoughts were scattered again. “Gods!”
It was too much! She couldn’t possibly think like this! “GHUUGH!” Throwing her head back, Lissa screamed in frustration.
She didn’t want to worry! She didn’t want to think! She just- she just wanted more! Shaking her hips back and forth, eagerly accepting both assaulting sets of fingers, Lissa finally abandoned all pretence. “H-Harder! Please, Naga, ah-ahhh Naga! Robin! I’m getting close! Gahhn!”
Seeing the argument abandoned, Tharja smirked gleefully and as one, both her and Robin’s fingers sped up, thrusting harder, faster inside her.
“T-Tharja!” Lissa begged, reaching her arms up and wrapping them tight around the dark mage’s shoulders. “F-Fuck me! H-Harder!”
Gods! It was good, it was so good! In everything Tharja did, in every way she touched her, the dark mage’s movements were identical to how Robin touched her…in every way but one. “G-Gods!” One infuriating way! Panting raggedly, her mouth hanging wide open, she couldn’t stand it a moment longer.
“O-Oh!?” Tharja gasped in surprise as Lissa pulled her from her shoulder, their faces barely inches apart as the mage suddenly found herself staring deeply into the naked arousal shining from the princess’s bright blue eyes.
The way Tharja touched her, the way she held her, the way she fingered her-it was incredible, exactly the same as Robin! Except…except Robin, no matter how greedily he took her, no matter how rough he was with her, always kissed her.
She had never kissed a woman before, she’d barely even considered it and certainly never with Tharja. But right now, pressed hot against each other, with the sorceress’s fingers plunging deep within her, it was all she could think of!
“Tharja…” She breathed, mouth open with desire as she closed her eyes, her hands wrapping carefully around the other woman’s head, pulling her full soft lips towards her…
“A-AH! Urk!”
Surprisingly, just before they made contact, the dark mage suddenly jerked away, twisting her head to the side with an uncomfortable pout.
“Ah, huh?”
“I…” Biting her lip and suddenly looking supremely uncomfortable, Tharja still didn’t meet her eyes. “I only want to kiss Robin.” She finished finally, her words a lot softer than Lissa had ever heard from the other woman before.
“O-Oh.” The meaning was clear. She would do anything for Robin, anything he asked. She would join him in bed with another, or be with another woman if he wished it…but even so, she wanted some small piece of herself, some small intimacy, that she could give to him alone. “Tharja…” Even despite being rejected, Lissa found herself surprisingly touched.
“That’s fine.” Robin added, answering her devotion as he released his grip from Lissa’s stomach, reaching around and holding Tharja’s head. If he ordered her to, she would. But he would never make that order. “You don’t need to.”
“R-Robin…”
Wrapping his arm around her head Robin tugged the two of them even closer towards him, pushing his fingers deeper into Lissa’s ass as he leant over her opposite shoulder, he pulled Tharja into a passionate loving kiss.
“M-Mhaaa!” Moaning in delight, Tharja’s reaction was immediate, releasing her own grip from around the princess’s waist, she mimicked his actions, wrapping her arm around Lissa’s neck and taking hold of the tactician, kissing him with all her passion. “Mma-ahnn, R-Robin, I a-ah, I love you! Love you!”
Squeezed tight between them, Lissa barely even had a moment to appreciate the strangely tender scene. “H-HNHGAAA!” Neither had stopped their movements the entire time and as their shared passion rose, so too did the pace of their fingers inside her. There was no doubt she was still the centre of attention. “Hnhaaa! I’m, I’m gon-gonn’a! GNNNG!”
Mouth hanging wide open and vision fading as her eyes rolled back again, she was held too tight to even shake at the sensations, all she could do was submit, surrender to the pleasure as her hips shook wildly back and forth, eagerly accepting both partners.
“R-ROBIN!” She screamed, one last time as his fingers dug hard into her depths, “AHNAAAAHH!
With her whole body tensed up as an incredible blast of pure bliss finally ran through her she came even harder than before, her tongue falling limply out as she slumped backwards, again falling dizzily into Robin’s chest. “G-Goods…”
“Lissa…” He answered, finally breaking his kiss with Tharja as he turned her slightly, bending around to meet his lips softly with his own, giving her the faint sensation of her own taste as their tongues twinned with an erotic passion.
“A-Ha, haa… Robin…” She gasped, breathing raggedly between their kisses as she snaked her hands up and around his head, pulling him desperately back towards her, desperate to feel him as she soaked in the post orgasmic bliss.
“Cum for me.” He answered, slowly beginning to move his fingers inside her again.
“Haah, W-Wait, R-Robin, I just, I just…” Returning her attention to the opposite side of Lissa’s neck, Tharja was already matching Robin’s movements, the mage’s thumb running a light circle over her clit. “Th-this is too much! I-I can’t, I’m gonna go crazy!”
He didn’t answer with words, instead the tactician simply crashed his lips against hers once more, his arm securely around her head as he kissed her with even greater desire, even more need. Groaning into her mouth, his fingers were already thrusting harder within her once more, twisting and crossing inside her, forcefully dragging her back towards another peak.
“GHHHMM!” She moaned thickly into his mouth, gasping for breath as a shiver ran down her spine. It was more than she could take! Naga! Being taken so thoroughly, both in front and behind, while still so sensitive from her previous highs, she couldn’t stand it!
“GHAAA!”
She couldn’t even begin to resist!
“HAAAMMMM!”
Shaking and shivering, panting weakly into her lover’s mouth, Lissa came again almost instantly.
“MMMAAHHH!”
And again, moments later.
“H-haaa…”
With her head spinning and vision only slowly returning, Lissa only barely felt the fingers finally withdrawing from her body, the action doing little but leaving her slumping bonelessly into Robin’s arms, releasing a weak moan.
It was only as the consecutive orgasms began to fade and her mind started to clear a minute later that she felt herself being carefully carried to the far end of the room, cradled in Robin’s embrace while she regained her bearings.
“H-Huh?”
“You’ve done well Lissa.” He answered gently, laying a trio of soft kisses along her neck. “Very well.
“And now…” Releasing her, he guided her towards his bed, bending her over and running his hands lightly over her small round ass. “You should be ready.”
“Ready?”
“For the punishment you so desire.” Tharja answered, chuckling as she moved to Lissa’s side, running a finger lightly along her spine and drawing out another low moan from the princess. “Robin’s going to take your anal virginity.”
Acting on her words, the tactician moved forwards. Screwing her eyes tightly shut, Lissa had to choke back a guttural moan as he did so, feeling his cockhead pressed hard against her tight opening. Holding her in place, he remained still, as always waiting patiently for her permission- waiting for her to beg for it…
Shivering, Lissa swallowed heavily. Already she could feel her walls opening around the tip of his glans, as if her body was eager to swallow his thick length. ‘Gods…’ Just two fingers had felt so amazing, his entire length inside her… his thick rod forcefully pushing her walls apart… Biting down on her lip, Lissa tried to control her shaking legs, tried to ignore the fresh juices dripping wet down her thighs. ‘But I’m… I’m saving it…’
She’d already given Robin all her other first times, both her holes and every position she’d tried, she’d done them all with him first, more than she’d ever done with Lon. This at least, the one thing they’d never tried, she’d wanted to at least give this to her husband.
‘He doesn’t want it.’
She’d tried offering it to him once, shortly after their marriage and had been turned down with a surprisingly angry response. Lon’qu couldn’t imagine defiling her in such a way, never wanted to even imagine her like that… She’d been waiting since then, for him to relax, to stop worrying so much about her dignity in private…
‘Robin does.’
Tharja’s fingers danced a light pattern across her shoulderblades and Lissa swallowed one last time, gritting her teeth and bracing herself on the bed.
This was her punishment after all, this was to stop her from feeling guilty…right?
“O-Okay, go ahead.” He didn’t move. Shaking her head, Lissa grinned, she knew what he wanted. “Take it Robin, please... It’s yours.”
It always had been.
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“Ghaaaa.” Robin sighed, moaning with satisfaction as he slowly eased his cock into Lissa’s incredibly tight hole.
The teasing had been necessary of course, but after so long spent focussing only on her pleasure, he was aching for his own release. “Naga!” He was unbelievably pent up! Especially after the master-class Tharja had performed on his cock earlier, even with only the short time they’d been together, she was getting almost as good as his fiancé.
“R-Ro-Robin!” Lissa gasped, her hands shaking with the effort to hold herself off the bed, groaning as she felt her tight walls pushed outwards, stretching around him.
“Naga.” He repeated, “Gods it's tight.” At least as tight as Lucina’s had been when he’d first broken it in all those months ago. Thankfully, with the combination of Tharja’s saliva and Lissa’s own copious juices acting as lubricant, he was able to carefully push himself inside without risk of injuring the smaller girl.
That was the important thing to remember, “Urghaa.” Making sure he didn’t hurt her. “Gods!” Thrusting carefully inside her like this, after holding back for so long, was almost maddening! The urge to simply ravish her was almost irresistible! Almost every fibre of his being screamed for him to hold tight to her hips, to drive his cock hard into her and feel himself finally fully sheathed within the royal princess’s tight passage.
‘C-Calm down! Go easy, go easy.’ He repeated mentally, forcefully holding back his instincts. Lissa may not be as delicate as she was so often treated, but she wasn’t as tough as Lucina, his time travelling fiancé was almost invincible and even she’d needed him to restrain himself on their first time. So, gritting his teeth and gasping heavily as her walls constricted painfully around his cock, he instead rocked himself back and forth, sinking only gradually further inside her.
“Mmm,” Tharja purred, leaning over the smaller girl and tracing her tongue lightly down her back. “Isn’t it amazing? Isn’t it what you’ve always wanted?”
“Ugh-Ah, I-G-Gods! Ro-ghauuaah-Robin!” Lissa groaned, her words falling to little more than lust filled groans as she felt more and more of her anal passage opening up around his cock.
“Hehe.” The dark mage grinned, giving up on attempting conversation with the princess and turning her attention back to the tactician.
“And you my love?” She asked, sliding around to Robin’s back, pulling his cloak from his shoulders and wrapping herself around him, her fingers reaching around to undo the buttons to his shirt, finally stripping him as bare as the two women. “Does she feel good?”
“Y-Yeah! Ah-hnnah! Yeah!” Robin groaned out, the tension within him rising even higher at the feeling of the dark mage’s luscious body hot against his bare back, her heavy breasts pushed soft against his shoulders and her arms wrapping adoringly around him. “Yeah, she’s amazing.”
They continued like that for several minutes, the sorceress running her fingers and lips lovingly over his body as he finally pushed the last of his length into the princess’s constricted passage. “Ughaaaagh…” He sighed, a shudder running through him at the feeling of at long last being fully sheathed inside her, feeling her muscles clenched tight along the entire length of his shaft.
“H-How’re you Lissa? Are you okay?”
“Gh-Haa-haaa, Ai-Aiahnnn!” Panting raggedly, with her entire body shivering at the sensation, at the feeling of Robin’s cock buried entirely within her, Lissa couldn’t even begin to answer.
‘Oh?’ Robin smirked, raising an eyebrow at the sight before him. ‘This is familiar.’ Just holding herself like this, with him inside her, she was on the verge of orgasm! She was fighting with everything she had to maintain the fraction of control she still owned.
Taking a firmer grip on her hips he tried an experimental thrust, pulling back barely an inch and feeling her passage unclench slightly. Rocking back and forth a few times, he continued the motions until her passage was relaxed enough that he could move a little freer.
“Ooh.” Tharja cooed into his shoulder, guessing what was about to happen as she felt him draw back almost half his length. Wrapping her hands even tighter around him and pressing her breasts harder against his back, he could easily feel her own excitement.
“Ughaaa…” Lissa groaned involuntarily at the withdrawal, feeling his cock slowly dragging out, inch after inch of it pressing hard against backwards along her walls. Clenching his teeth, Robin waited, giving her one last moment to get accustomed to the feeling of him inside her…
…And then, digging his fingers into her thighs, he drove his full length back inside! Thrusting fully inside with one smooth motion, his hips slamming roughly against hers. “GH-GHHAAA!” She screamed, bucking wildly, her entire body clenching up as she came hard around him “AH-HHAAAAA!”
Her shaking hands gave way instantly, leaving the princess collapsed face down into the bed, mouth wide open in ragged pants and a small trail of drool falling out and onto the sheets. Quivering in place, she rode out another incredible peak.
“I-G-Gods…” She moaned her bearings only finally returning almost a minute later. “I came. Naga, I really came, from my ass.”
“How do you feel?” Robin asked gently, holding still buried inside her as he ran his hands slowly over her hips. “It doesn’t hurt?”
“N-No, no, it just…it just, aahn, feels…different.” She couldn’t really describe it, even now she was only slowly getting used to feeling her asshole stretched around his cock. “It…it feels good.” She finished simply.
Laughing Robin slowly rocked himself back and forth once more, feeling her walls slowly relaxing again from how tight they’d been when she’d came. “I’m goi-ghaa, going to start moving, okay?”
“Y-Y-Yeaaaah.” She gasped, her hips already shaking back against him as another blazing hot shudder ran through her body.
Moving slowly at first, and picking up speed with each small thrust, Robin was soon able to slide almost freely in and out of her painfully tight canal.
Groaning through increasingly ragged breaths, he quickly eased himself into a stronger pace, drawing almost his full length out before sheathing himself inside her once more, the sound of their hips slapping together joining together with Lissa’s increasingly wild moans and echoing loud around the room as his momentum built, faster and faster.
“A-Haaan!” He grunted, fighting back his own quickly mounting pleasure. Gods! It was even better than he’d expected! Lissa’s passage constricting and squeezing along his entire cock with each thrust and Tharja’s breasts pressing soft and warm against his back, her hands teasing and caressing his body…it was an amazing contrast, as if he was fully wrapped up between both women and combined with the earlier teasing, it was almost more than he could stand!
‘Not yet…’ Gods! As tempting as it was release his control, to pound Lissa with all his strength and spill his seed deep inside her- he fought back his composure, calming himself through grit teeth. There was one more thing he had to do first, one last card he needed to play.
Releasing one hand from the princess’s hips, he reached around his stomach, taking hold of her arm and pulling the sorceress around to face him. “Tharja.” He sighed, breathing her name and pleased to see the expected twinge of jealous impatience in her eyes- a small fire that burned hotter within her each time she saw his cock thrust hard into the other woman, each time she heard Lissa’s responding cries screamed into the bedsheets.
“Y-Yes, my love?” She asked in surprise.
“I said before, I wanted your help to punish Lissa. That was true.” He assured her, his arm around her waist, held her tight, even as he continually pounded the princess’s ass. “However, this is the true reason I told you to come here. I wanted you to see this.”
“To see…O-Oh!” Watching awe struck as his cock continued to piston in and out, right in front of her, Tharja’s eyes went wide with sudden understanding . Robin smiled, he could see she knew then- what he wanted, the point he was making to her. But that wasn’t enough, he needed to drag this out, to continue the pantomime. Because Robin understood Tharja, he knew her, what she wanted and what would make her happy.
Stifling a moan, he forcefully kept a steady rhythm, even as the pressure inside him continued to build. Lissa was shaking her ass back against him even more desperately now, faster and harder with each thrust, her screams losing all coherence as she raced towards another orgasm, her muscles squeezing him almost painfully as she howled. Gods, she felt so good! He needed this!
Gritting his teeth, he held himself back, forced his composure steady. “Tharja.” He asked, “Since I’ve been back, how many times have we had sex?”
“I-ah, forty nine times.” She blinked, giving the answer almost without thinking.
Knowing what she wanted, what she desired, Robin forced his voice cold, stern, bringing forth an anger he didn’t feel. “And of those times, in all the time since I’ve been back… How many times have you offered me your ass?”
Tharja gulped, dropping her eyes from him to the floor. “N-Never.”
She wanted to, he knew that with the same certainty that he knew anything about her. He understood how desperately she wished to have him claim every part of her body, she had seen him with Lucina, she could never stand to know that the swordswoman offered him something she couldn’t.
And yet, she’d always held herself back. He knew why, he’d always known why, it was the reason that despite all their bedroom activities he’d never asked, hinted or pushed for it.
Because she was scared.
Not of the pain- she’d probably cut her own arm off if he asked it of her, but of his reaction if he did hurt her, if she couldn’t handle him. She was scared to worry or disappoint him. Tharja knew she wasn’t as tough as Lucina, so as much as it had galled her, she’d held herself back.
“Lissa offered it to me without hesitation.”
But, even if she wasn’t as tough as the swordswoman, she was at least as strong as Lissa. If the Ylissean princess could handle it, she could see now, there was no doubt she could too.
“And yet, you hold out on me.”
Despite his goading words, he didn’t miss the flash of delight running through the mage as he pointed it out, nor the way she was rubbing her thighs together at his scolding.
“I’ve been patient with you, very patient. But I think I’ve waited about long enough, don’t you?”
“I-”
Letting go of her waist, Robin reached out, grabbing her chin and turning her head up to face him-interrupting her before she could offer herself to him. Schooling his face to a stern glare he, stared right into her eyes, stilling her to silence. He understood her. He knew what she wanted.
“Tharja. This is an order.” There was no missing shivers running through her body as he spoke, nor the naked arousal in her eyes. “The moment I’m finished with Lissa, you will give me your anal virginity.”
He released her and for a moment, Tharja simply stared at him, standing on shaking legs with her mouth open with a silent moan. Watching as her entire body tensed, chest heaving and thighs pressed desperately together as one final, violent, shudder ran through her, Robin was certain she came on the spot.
“Y-Yes!” She gasped, recovering a moment later and practically throwing herself on the bed beside Lissa, burying her head in the sheets and reaching around to spread her cheeks wide for him. “P-Please, help yourself!”
“Good.” Robin smirked, heaving a sigh of relief and running a calming hand gently over the mage’s creamy white hips, enjoying the feeling of her shaking and quivering again under his touch.
Looking over from her position on the bed, Lissa had only just barely heard pieces of their conversation. “Ugh-Hnaaa!” She moaned, slamming her hips back once more, she’d been far too pre-occupied to try make sense of their discussion, even now, feeling his cock slamming deep inside her, the unfamiliar pleasure was threatening to rip all other thoughts from her mind. All she’d really picked up, was the most important part, ‘So, she’s next?’ That wasn’t a surprise, of course. But, looking over at the cute way Tharja was biting her lip in nervous anticipation, looking at the way her whole body was shivering with excitement, she couldn’t help but feel happy for the mage, the fire inside her burning hotter by the second.
“Hn-Haaaa!” She gasped, a searing blast of pleasure throwing anything else from her mind as the tactician once again buried his full length inside her, leaving her asshole stretched around his entire shaft.
“G-GODS!” Mouth wide open in a guttural scream, Lissa was forced hard into the mattress, her tongue hanging from her mouth in a ragged pant as spots danced across her vision once more. “R-ROBIN!” She’d already came so many times today! Sh-She couldn’t take much more of this!
“G-GHAAA!” Robin roared, grabbing tight to Lissa’s hips as he finally let go of the last of his restraint, thrusting into her with all his might. It felt good! So good! Even without Tharja behind him, the sight of the royal princess eagerly accepting his cock, the feeling of her slamming her ass back against him, it ignited every dormant desire within him, the pleasure building beyond what he could possibly resist!
Seeing her arching back with a piercing scream, he felt her peak once more, her body collapsing weakly to the bed as he slammed into her with everything he had. Still, he didn’t stop, couldn’t possibly stop! He was close! So close!
“L-Lissa!” He groaned, barely even acknowledging her weak reply as her ass squeezed even tighter around him. “I-Ghnn! I’m! I-I’m gonna cum!”
Slamming his hips against hers one final time, he buried his cock as far within her as possible, the engorged rod stretching out her entire passage as it spasmed with the overflowing pleasure. “GYHAAAAA!” He roared, leaning back and looking to the ceiling as his entire body shuddered at the intense sensation- his long withheld release spraying rope after rope of thick cum throughout the princess’s ass.
“Gn-HYAAA!” Convulsing under him at the sensation, Lissa’s shoulders arched upwards once more, her desperate scream fading into a gasping pant as she felt his seed surging inside her, coating every inch of her passage and pressing hot against her inner walls. “GH-GHaaaaannnn!” She moaned, thrashing and squirming at the sensation, one final orgasm slamming hard into her.
“Hha-Haaa…” Robin sighed, closing his eyes and sucking in deep breaths as her ass squeezed every last drop of his load from him.
“Th-That…was amazing.” He grinned, taking a moment to bask in the afterglow before slowly pulling his cock from the princess’s quivering body, releasing her hips and letting her collapse dizzily down onto the bed.
“And now…” He breathed, gasping as his entire body blazed with pleasure, the inferno of his instincts burning within his soul easily spurring him on once more, his cock still rock hard. Another woman was waiting for him, was offering themselves to him and as he stepped over to at long last claim the dark mage’s ass, to make her his in every manner, every cell in his body sang in harmony.
“I-I’m ready!” Tharja assured him, shivering at his touch as he gently pulled her hands away, guiding her to brace herself and pressing his cockhead lightly against her entrance.
“I’m going to go slowly.” He whispered, running his hands over her hips and carefully pressing forward. “Just relax. Tell me if it hurts, or if you need me to stop.” He knew she wouldn’t, but he hoped his words would calm her regardless.
“Gn-ghaaa!” She gasped, her whole body shunting forwards as her walls were pushed open around him, feeling the head of his cock slowly sinking inside her. “G-R-Robin! A-Ahhhnnna!”
“Go-Gods!” He groaned, sucking in a fast breath as he felt her tunnel wrapped painfully tight around him. Naga! Her small entrance was an unbelievably tight fit. Biting back a shudder, Robin forced himself calm, without the same preparation he’d given Lissa, he knew he had to go even slower.
Still, there wasn’t any hurry. Having unloaded his earlier impatience inside the princess, his instincts were sated just from the sight of the mage shuddering before him. Carefully rocking back and forth inside her, he watched as her entire body shook in place, her cries rising to a fever pitch within minutes as her entire body arched backwards, hurtling towards orgasm as much from what she was feeling as the emotions she had wound up in it.
“R-R-ROBIN!” Tharja groaned passionately, hiding her face in her hands, and pressing herself backward urging him even deeper inside. “I-It’s incredible! I, I love you! I love you! I-ghha lo-love you!”
“I love you too.” He grinned, pushing forward another inch and smiling at her instant reaction when she collapsed onto the bed, her walls constricting around his cock as she came with a passionate cry, her entire body shivering in delight. It wasn’t a lie. He did love her, in his own way, just the same as he loved all the Shepherds and not quite the same as how he loved Lucina.
And so he continued like that, carefully pushing further and further inside Tharja’s tight round ass, taking his time and letting her ease herself open, maintaining a slow, steady pace until he was finally sheathed to the hilt within her. “G-Gods, it fe-ghnn, feels amazing Tharja.” He groaned, letting out a deep sigh as he felt her ass stretched down his entire length, her body already squeezing him with everything she had, doing her best to milk every drop of cum from his shaft.
With the haze in her mind slowly lifting, even as her body still shook from the lingering pleasure, Lissa’s thoughts slowly returned and with them her awareness of her surroundings- awareness of the bed shaking beside her, and of the repeated, heartfelt, cries ringing out a few inches from her ear.
Turning to her side and blinking away the remainder of the fog filling her head, she slowly took in the sight before her, watching awestruck as Tharja was pushed into the bed, gripping the bedsheets with trembling fingers as Robin took her from behind, the mage’s entire body swinging forwards with each powerful thrust.
Just the sight of the dark mage getting fucked in the same way as her was an incredible sight, hearing her cries and watching as her body gave out, seeing her back arch taunt and her eyes roll back each time she came…it was amazing, like nothing Lissa had ever imagined.
But, what captivated her, what she couldn’t look away from, was the look on her face, the sheer radiant happiness in the woman’s eyes. There was no other word she could think to describe it. Tharja was clearly shaking with pleasure, her senses drowned in lust and her body enflamed in desire…but more than any of that, she just looked purely and simply happy.
“Tharja…” She whispered, she’d known the sorceress almost as long as she’d known Robin but in all that time she’d scarcely ever seen anything from her but scowls and scoffing derision. She’d never imagined anything like what she’d seen, or felt, from her this afternoon, but somehow seeing the dark mage, offering herself to the man she loved with a wide, loving, smile was the most surreal of them all.
Even as she felt herself flush with a small, gentle want at the sight of Robin’s hips slamming against Tharja’s, as she watched his cock sliding thick into her ass, holding her hips tight against his…again and again her eyes returned to the mage’s face. Watching like this, seeing a side of Tharja she doubted any but Robin had ever seen before, it was a surprisingly tender moment.
Regardless of the situation, she was watching the face of a woman in love. Grinning happily, Lissa couldn’t help but be charmed by it.
“HANHG-HAA!” Robin growled, his fingers digging hard around her waist as he felt his second peak fast rising, the urgency of his release desperately pressing on him. “T-Tharja! I-I’m getting close!”
“C-Cum! Pl-ahhn! Please, m-my love! Go ahead!” She begged, her words barely heard between the continual moans coming involuntarily from her lips, as she thrashed wildly against him, sent crashing through orgasm after orgasm- far too overcome with the situation.
Gasping through grit teeth as he drove himself into her, again and again, Robin shuddered at the sensation, her anal passage still clenched painfully tight around him, squeezing him as eagerly as it accepted him. “Naga!”
Watching her midnight-black hair bounce back and forth with each thrust, seeing her arms shaking as her fingers gripped the bedsheets with all her strength, gasping as her smooth milky thighs slammed back against him. It was amazing! It was too much! The pressure inside him rose to a fever pitch and again a desperate need for release ripped through him, far greater than he could control even if he had wished to!
“T-Tharja!” He roared her name one last time as he pulled her hips back onto him, slamming forward to meet her with all his strength and pushing his cock as far deep as he could. “GHHAA!” He gasped, his release exploding outward instantly, thick blasts of hot cum drenching her inner walls as his cock twitched again, and again, his load relentlessly filling her entire passage.
“R-ROOOBIN!” She answered in return, faring no better than Lissa had at the sensation of her ass suddenly filled with his seed. Having already been almost overcome with pleasure, the feeling was far more than she could take. Tongue falling from her mouth and body arching violently off the bed at the incredible pleasure, her eyes rolled back in her head and her vision faded to white. “R-Rooobinnn….”
“H-Hhaaaa.” He sighed, once again leaning back and shivering at the powerful afterglow. Slowly pulling his cock from Tharja’s limp body, he eased her down to the bed, laying her beside Lissa.
Stepping back with a wide grin, he couldn’t help but admire the sight before him. Two amazing, beautiful women, both collapsed before him and both with his seed trailing from their asses, running thick down their legs.
“Incredible. That was…incredible.”
Sucking in a deep breath and wiping away a light sheen of sweat, Robin forced himself to relax. His instincts still burned softly within him, gently urging him to continue and he knew he wouldn’t mind another few rounds…but no, for now, this was enough.
Pulling the two girls up with him, Robin let out a happy laugh, lying down and joining them happily on the bed.
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“You know, Tharja.” Lissa spoke up gently some time later, laying snuggled happily into Robin’s left shoulder as she trailed her fingers lightly across her chest. “Looking at you before…it was, well, you looked really beautiful.”
“Hmph.” Tharja snorted, not unkindly, from her own position wrapped around the tactician’s right shoulder, her fingers dancing across his stomach.
“N-No, I mean…I just mean, you, you looked so happy.” Lissa winced, struggling to find the right way to explain what she’d seen. “You were almost glowing! I…I don’t think I’ve ever seen you like that before.”
“Of course.” Tharja grinned, slinking her hand up and placing a kiss gently on Robin’s cheek, before laying her head back down on his shoulder. “I’ve wanted this, to be able to accept him like that, for so…so very long.”
Lissa blinked, trying to make sense of that. “Er, but, I mean… Why?” It was clearly very important to her, and sure it had been quite…very enjoyable, but there had to be more to it than that.
“Hehehe.” It was impossible to miss the excitement on the sorceress face now. “Because! Because now, I’m his. Wherever, whenever and however he wishes.”
Leaning up, Tharja turned to her, beaming with the same radiant smile Lissa had seen earlier. “Now there’s nothing I can’t offer him, no matter what he desires from me. Anytime he sees me, anytime he wants me…I can fulfil his needs.
“Even,” she continued, her hand sliding up Robin’s body and linking with Lissa’s, squeezing it gently as the sorceress continued to grin happily. “Even…if he wants more than just me.”
“O-Oh!” Lissa gasped, flushing deeply at the realisation that Tharja had no intention for this to be a one-time thing. Nodding, Tharja settled back down onto Robin’s shoulder, still holding warmly to her hand.
‘So now…she can take care of him, whatever mood he’s in?’ Lissa considered, running the sorceress’s surprisingly vivid words through her mind. She could easily imagine the kind of scenario Tharja painted, Robin catching sight of her in the hallways, dragging her off to some private room, knowing that whatever he craved she could do it.
Biting her lip, Lissa didn’t have to think hard to see just what kind of value that idea would have to Tharja, it wasn’t hard to see how obsessed the sorceress was with him.
‘No,’ She corrected with a grin. ‘It’s not just obsession.’ She’d seen that clearly today.
“I don’t think that’s all.” She pressed, continuing from her earlier point. “It was more than just, just being happy to be his… It was amazing, I could see it just looking at you.”
Squeezing her hand back, Lissa sighed wistfully, she’d seen that same look around the Shepherd’s camp a few times and certainly between her brother and Sumia- but seeing it from Tharja!
“It was the look of a woman in love!” She finished.
“Oh?” Tharja smirked, leaning up to face her again, this time with a mischievous glint shining in her eyes. “The way you say that…do you believe your face looked any different than mine?”
“W-Wha?”
“Do you think I didn’t see the same glow in your eyes when I watched him embracing you?” She teased, turning Lissa’s hand over and running her fingers across her palm. “That I didn’t see the same joy on your face when he entered you?”
Swallowing, Lissa’s throat felt suddenly dry. “I, of course I…I love Robin.” She conceded. “But, more than that, I also lov-”
“Hmph.” Tharja snorted, rolling her eyes at Lissa’s words. “Are you still going to deny it? Will you still claim that you feel any different than I do? …Even as you lie here, like this?”
“I-” Wincing, Lissa swallowed her argument.
She was lying in bed with Robin and another woman he’d taken as a lover. Even if it had been a surprise she’d eagerly joined in a threesome with both of them, she’d begged Robin to take her and…
…And the last time she felt as good as she did now was a week ago, the last time she’d been lying in his arms.
“No.” She sighed, finally accepting it. Just like Tharja, she was Robin’s woman. She wouldn’t be here if she wasn’t. “No, I don’t deny it.”
Speaking such an admission aloud the first time had been the easiest thing in the world. Accepting it in all the time that had passed, had been the most difficult…but now, the words fell from her tongue without hesitation.
“Lissa.” Robin spoke up finally, breathing her name as wrapped his arm around her waist, sliding her up to him and pulling her lips to his, holding her in a slow, sensual kiss.
“You didn’t argue.” He added, a minute later, breaking their embrace and smiling warmly at her. “I’m glad.”
“I-ahaa.” She gasped, catching her breath back. “Well…I ju-”
“Mmm!” Tharja interrupted, sliding herself up Robin’s chest and pouting with exaggerated jealousy. Rolling his eyes with an indulgent smile, he turned over, repeating the actions and pulling her into the same soft, passionate embrace.
“Heh.” Snuggling back into Robin’s chest, Lissa just watched the scene contentedly, still finding herself utterly charmed at seeing this side of the usually terrifying sorceress. ‘So, I’m the same?’ She wore the same loving expression when Robin held her?
It wasn’t surprising, not really. She’d known it to be true the moment Tharja had said so…or, really, she’d always known it, she’d just never been willing to accept it. Perhaps that was why she came to him so strongly on Emmeryn’s day? Why she’d needed him so much since?
What she did know was that, despite her words, she wasn’t the same as Tharja, not quite. She wanted to make Robin happy, that was important to her, but she didn’t ache to serve him in the same way the sorceress did.
She understood it now. She wanted to be with him, to experiment and try new things the way they always had. The knowledge that Robin could come to her, or her to him, and he could take her however he wished didn’t excite her for its own sake…it excited her because it meant Robin would show her new possibilities, he would take her in ways or places she had barely even wondered about before.
‘It’s exciting.’
That she would do this with Robin, that she should give herself completely to him like this just felt natural, it felt right. Being his was the freedom she’d yearned for, for so long.
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“Hmmm.” Robin sighed, a few minutes later as he pulled his arms out from around the women and propped himself up on his elbows. “As nice as this is and as much as I’d like to continue… Olivia will probably be back soon.”
“A-AH!” Lissa gasped, jumping from a light doze to a sudden panic in moments, racing around the room and hurriedly collecting her clothes.
“Hmmm. A shame.” Tharja sighed, taking a much more sedated course of action as she leant up to lay one last gentle kiss on his lips before sliding off the bed.
Giving Robin a fantastic view as she stretched herself to her full height with a groan, she flicked her left hand across her body and repeated the earlier incantation, her clothes wrapping tight around her again a moment later.
“Useful spell.” He grinned, idly wondering about the mechanics of it and if it would be possible for him to hijack it for his own use. ‘Well…it’s more fun ripping her clothes off though.’ That had become something of a guilty pleasure, especially with the knowledge she could repair the shredded cloth with a minor charm.
“O-Okay! Ah-er…” Squirming in place and clearly overcome with the current situation and everything that had happened in the past hour, Lissa was bright red and stumbling over her words. “I-I’m gonna go then!”
He let her get right to the door first, waiting until she was about to fling it open.
“Lissa.”
“H-Yeah?”
‘This is the moment.’ Supressing a grin, Robin savoured this feeling of it, of everything that had built up to this. This was it…the final, tiny push that would bind her to him forever. ‘One simple choice.’
“Come see me tonight, in my room.” He offered. “I meant what I said before, I’ve missed you… I really have. Just an hour now isn’t nearly enough. Let’s continue tonight, we can spend the night together. Just you and me.”
“I…” Lissa swallowed hesitantly, a lump forming in her throat. “B-But…but Owain and Lon, they’re both home.”
Lissa’s quarters were barely a few hundred metres from his. She couldn’t possibly just, not be at home! She couldn’t just…just…
“You’ll figure something out.” He shrugged nonchalantly, pushing himself off the bed and tugging on his own clothing.
“I-I, ah…” She wanted it. Gods, she wanted it so badly. Even with as much as she’d gotten off, she was still aching to feel him inside her pussy. There was a fire inside her now, a small smouldering need that’d been waiting ever since she’d felt his seed inside her, a tiny spark that’d ignited the moment she’d finally accepted Tharja’s words.
“Hehe.” Shooting him a smirk to show she understood what he was thinking, Tharja sashayed past the squirming princess, having no doubt what Lissa’s answer would be she simply pulled the door open to made her way out. “Enjoy.” She offered, before disappearing around the corner.
Sighing, Lissa shook her head. She’d already stopped denying it. She had no excuses, she couldn’t say it was because of Emmeryn’s day, or because of the heat of the moment. Not anymore.
I want you to come to me anytime you desire me. I want to come to you anytime I desire you.
“Okay.” She nodded, amazed at the sense of peace she’d felt. She’d accepted it. It felt right. The uneasy feeling had disappeared, just as Robin had promised it would. Instead, all she felt now was excitement and desire. “Sure. I’ll see you tonight!”
“Ahhh…” He sighed, sinking contentedly back into his desk chair as he watched her shuffle out the door.
‘The final push. Her choosing me over Lon, being willing to lie to him to be with me.’
She still loved Lon’qu, she would remain married to him, of course. But right then, without even really thinking about it, she’d chosen to be with him over being truthful to her husband.
That was all there was too it. It was the smallest possible thing but the most important. Her choice had been made and she would change forever from it. Looking back, in years to come, he wondered if she would even remember this moment.
‘Hmm, and now to find a reason.’ Scratching his chin he quickly began running through ideas that would occupy both the swordsman and his son for tonight. ‘There were some rumours of a merchant trying to pawn off some legendary sword…’
The important point was that she’d made her decision, there was no need to hinge everything on Lissa’s ability to make something up.
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The Next Morning
“Mmmmmm.” Lissa hummed happily, stretched out along the bed as she slowly woke to the feeling of Robin’s fingers tracing a light path down her spine.
“Good morning.” He laughed, watching her blinking herself awake.
“Mmmmmm.” She repeated, turning over to her back and wriggling her way over to his arms, smiling happily up at his dopey early morning expression. “Good morning to you.”
Wrapping his arms around her, Robin pulled her up to him and into a small, soft, kiss. “Sleep well?”
Leaning against him, Lissa sighed warmly. “Yeah.”
She had. She really, really had. After a week of restless nights, of tossing and turning with fitful sleep as she was eaten alive with guilt…she’d slept like a baby, cradled in his arms.
‘Well…’ Stretching her legs out around his waist, she reconsidered slightly. ‘Making love six times probably helped too.’ She could still feel a slight ache, both front and back, from how vigorous they’d been.
With the thought of the previous day’s adventures quickly rising through her mind, Lissa savoured the small smouldering flame she could feel deep inside her soul, the heat between them rising as she draped her arms around his neck.
‘I should probably go soon, befo-’
*Tchak*
It was a small sound, a slight metallic ring…but it was enough to freeze Lissa to the bone.
*Tchak* *Tchak* *Tchak*
‘N-Naga!’
Panic rising as she squirmed out from Robin, she fell off the bed, scrambling to her feet and watching horror struck at the sight of his door handle clinking up and down…at the sight of someone trying to gain entry.
“Robin? Are you awake?”
‘L-Lucina! Gods!’ Even whispered, she couldn’t possibly mistake that voice! Of all people to find her like this. ‘Lucina!’
*Tchak* *Tchak* *Tchak*
The time travelling princess’s attempts at forcing the door handle grew faster, followed moments later by a rapid knocking on the door.
“Robin! Are you there? Why is your door locked? What’s going on!?”
Lissa could only stare, paralysed with fright.
Rolling off the bed, the tactician just laughed.
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AN: And there we go! While the plot hasn’t moved a lot faster, things are definitely heating up! This is actually a chapter I’ve been looking to write for a long time! I mean, hey, a Robin/Tharja/Lissa threesome, I’m willing to bet you’ve never seen that before!
That’s one of the things I like about this idea, I can really mix in some fun combinations. Expect to see more of that kind’a stuff as we move forwards.
Astute readers will also note I gave Lissa some minor lesbian tendencies. But, that begs the question, just who was it her idle fancies were about? Perhaps we’ll find out later!?
Other than that, obviously a hugely long sex scene here. I’d really appreciate feedback here, because it took up I think almost half the chapter, I tried to mix the lemon scene with the character and plot development scenes. So tell me, did that work? Or did it just become a drag? Was the scene too long?
Obviously there’s still a little more flashback to catch up on before we get to where we left off with Olivia’s chapter, so that’ll be the focus for next time!
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