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A Change Of Tactics	By : JLDavenport Category: +A through F > Fire Emblem (all) > Fire Emblem (all) Views: 90775 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 5
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Chapter List
- 7
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- 9
Bonus – A Different Perspective

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Authors Note: Hi guys! Finally back again, this took a lot longer than I expected, BUT, I managed to get it done for Valentines, so hooray! That’s the romantic in me speaking, aawww.

One more thing I’ll mention that I meant to show in the last chapter but completely forgot… Noire’s hair colour!

I doubt this will come as a surprise at all- but her hair is midnight black, just like Severa’s is dark red, Morgan’s is deep blue and Nah’s is lime green. Essentially all the children except Lucina and Cynthia (blue) are taking their mother’s hair. Prevents headcanon hair colours and generally it’s the hair we most imagine the character with anyway.

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At times, especially when looking at the actions of a man like Robin, it’s only when you take a new perspective that you see things how they really are.

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Ten Days Ago

“Robin, Robin?” Lucina hissed, continuing to repeatedly tug uselessly at the door handle as her anxiety slowly rose. “Robin?”

‘He’s not in?’ She considered, that was a logical conclusion, but if he wasn’t here, then where else could he be at this hour? He was an early riser, but she had specifically come first thing in the morning, long before she’d usually seen him awake- especially after one of his usual late nights.

“R-Robin? Are you in there?”

‘Maybe he’s in his office?’ Even that didn’t make sense, she’d seen him at dinner and then briefly again afterwards, if he’d still had work to do, then why would he have come back to the palace at all?

Again and again, her hands twisted uselessly at the door. She didn’t know why she was suddenly so fearful, she didn’t know what she was thinking, she just knew that each moment locked outside his room her heart was pounding with a discomfort she’d never felt before.

“R-Robin, I don’t unders-”

*Tchaaack*

Her voice vanished, mouth falling agape at the sound, the slow mechanical clunk of the lock being turned from the other side. With her breath held tight in her throat, Lucina only barely regained the presence of mind to pull her hand away as the door swung open.

“Lucina?” Staring at her with a confused look on his face, her fiancé stared back at her. “What’s wrong? Could you not hear me?”

“I-I…” Swallowing, she found herself still unable to talk, her thoughts momentarily crushed under the weight of the relief and embarrassment crashing into her.

“No.” She breathed finally, shaking her head and forcing a weak smile. “No, I couldn’t, couldn’t hear you at all.”

“Phaaa.” He sighed in abject frustration, rolling his shoulder and stepping back away from the doorway to let her in. “Sorry about that. I never can tell if I’m getting the dispelling incantation right. Sometimes I wonder if a silencing ward is even worth all the hassle…”

Normally she would have reacted to that, she was after-all the entire reason his room was warded for privacy like that, but right now her mind was too busy twisting itself around in circles. Why had he taken so long to answer? Why was his door locked in the first place? Why…Why…Why… ‘Gods!’ Why was she so worried!? He had taken some time letting her in, why was she even concerned?

Even realising how silly she was being, Lucina couldn’t calm down. With her heart continuing to slam against her chest, she slowly followed him inside, her eyes darting frantically around the room.

Robin was dressed simply, wearing only trousers and his cloak closed loosely around what appeared to be an otherwise bare chest, exactly the look she’d expect from him so early in the morning. The room too, seemed the same as ever, with the curtains drawn and the windows thrown open, warm sunlight was lighting up the entire apartment.

Nothing looked out of place, there wasn’t anything unusual…except…

…Except her instincts continued to pull at her, tugging at her right on the edge of her consciousness, keeping her steps wary and her attention sharp.

Something was wrong…something was out of place. She felt it, knowing it in a way she couldn’t explain. ‘Something or someon-’

“Lissa!”

Almost leaping in fright from the sudden cry, Lucina whirled on the spot to where she saw Robin now looking past her, to the door she’d just come in from… ‘Huh?’

“What are you doing?” He deadpanned, his voice the same half-indulgent, half-scolding tone she’d heard him direct towards Morgan a thousand times.

“A-Ah…er…” Stepping out awkwardly from where she’d been hidden behind the door, Lissa’s face was bright red at having been so clearly called out.

“I wondered what you were up to…” Robin sighed, staring at the spritely princess in clear exasperation. “Were you really going to try and surprise Lucina, of all people? Honestly, how do you think that would have ended for you?”

“A-Auntie?” Lucina boggled, staring at her wide eyed. So her aunt Lissa had been hiding from her? She was looking to surprise her? Shaking her head at the idea, she let out a small laugh, sighing with relief.

She knew she wasn’t a good target for pranks or surprises at the best of times. That was something her own daughter had unfortunately already had to learn the hard way, and with how on-edge she’d been already… She didn’t want to even think of how she might have reacted to a sudden shock.

‘But then… What’s she even doing here?’

Lissa looked the same as Lucina had ever seen her, a simple yellow dress, white stockings and the face of a woman caught doing something she knew she shouldn’t…but…but…

“Auntie Lissa.” She grimaced, feeling less sure of herself by the moment. “What are you… Why are you here so early?”

“I er, I, well-”

“She was just leaving.” Robin cut in, the exasperation still heavy in his voice as he moved in front of Lucina and gestured the other woman out the door. “Unless there was something else you needed to discuss?”

“N-Ah, Ah! N-No, o-okay, ah, okay! Bye then!” Stammering an awkward goodbye and doing whatever she could to avoid looking at either of them, Lissa didn’t need a second hint, she was gone a moment later.

*Khtunk*

Rolling his eyes as he swung the door solidly shut behind the fleeing princess, Lucina watched wordlessly as her fiancé trudged across the room, heaving himself onto the bed with a heavy groan. “Gods! That woman!”

Following hesitantly, Lucina couldn’t remember the last time she’d felt so nervous being alone with him, so unsure of herself and her situation. It was only by the time she reached the edge of his bed, twisting her fingers around themselves, that she found her words. “What-what was that about?”

“Uragh.” Robin groaned again, turning over to his side away from her. “Just Lissa being herself.”

Lissa being herself? What did that have to do with her being in his room…her being with him…being here so ea- swallowing, Lucina hurriedly pushed those thoughts away. “W-What do you mean?”

“Well, I suppose that’s not entirely fair on her.” He relented, rolling over towards her. “It can’t be easy for her right now, I think there’s some issues between her and Lon’qu. It really bothers her how much time he spends in Ferox.”

While interesting and a little worrying, that wasn’t quite the answer she was looking for, “O-Oh?” She prompted.

“Yeah. He’s with Owain looking into a situation down on the east-banks, so I suppose she thought it would be a good time to see me about it.” Stretching himself out, he groaned once more. “Naga only knows why she was even up so early though.”

Normally she would have laughed, Lucina knew well how much Robin valued his early mornings and how surprisingly difficult it could be to rouse the usually diligent man from his bedroll. Right now, twisting her ring around her finger and with her stomach filled as much with unease as relief, humour was about the last thing she was concerned with.

“S-So…She, she just came earlier right?” She asked, voice dropping to a whisper as she forced such a difficult question out. “S-She didn’t…she didn’t stay the night?”

“Huh?” Opening his eyes, Robin stared blankly up at her. “Stayed the night? Her quarters are less than five hundred metres from here… Why would she stay the n-”

His eyes suddenly went wide, jaw dropping open, he jolted upright, staring in shock back at her.

“Lucina! I, G-Gods, I, you mean di-”

“N-No, no, no!” She interrupted, face burning hot with mortification as she waved her hands, trying to ward of his question. “N-No! I didn’t, I didn’t actually think…I just, I was, I…I’m sorry!”

“No… No, don’t apologise… I never thought that, I was just and, Gods, and then when I didn’t answer…”

“It’s, it’s fine, really. I don’t even know what I was thinking, I just… I was just surprised.” She finished finally, talking hurriedly over him and feeling more foolish than she’d felt in a long time. “Please, Robin, please, forget I said anything!”

She couldn’t believe it, she’d gotten so ahead of herself, she’d accused him of infidelity, only because of that! Heart aching terribly, Lucina spun in place…and was only stopped from fleeing the room when his arms wrapped warmly around her waist.

“Lucina.” His words were gentle, cooling her instinctive desire to free herself. “Wait, please.”

“I just…” Pausing heavily she stopped, closing her eyes and leaning weakly against him. Caught without reason or words, a need to justify her actions rose unerringly and she spoke even without meaning to. “I know that you and her used to be…”

Wincing, her words trailed off, she regretted them the moment they left her mouth. She didn’t even know what had prompted her to say that, she hadn’t thought about it in years, hadn’t thought about it till just now. It had been a shock, of course, when he’d told her, back in Valm, shortly after they’d first confessed their feelings for each other. She had scarcely known what to think at the time, it had been almost surreal, to think that her beloved aunt, that Owain’s energetic mother, had taken a lover before her marriage, knowing the happiness of her union with Lon’qu it had been almost unthinkable.

Worse though, had been knowing that it had been Lissa who had been Robin’s first, that the younger princess had captured a place in his heart Lucina could never venture.

Her jealousy had been small though and tempered by her happiness of his story, that they had come together when looking after each other through troubling times. Knowing that two people she cared so much for had looked after each other had eased her heart. Then, soon after, it hadn’t mattered at all, she was the one who wore his ring and it was to her he had pledged his loyalty. She’d put anything else out of her mind and hadn’t thought about it since.

But now…held in his arms, unable to relax into his warm embrace like usual, right now, she couldn’t not think about it.

“That was a long time ago.” He whispered, pulling her backwards towards his bed.

“I know.” She admitted, letting her unease fade as the guilt of her accusations returned. “I know, I just… I’m sorry, I don’t know what got into me.”

“No.” His words were soft, but firm. “No, you’ve nothing to apologise for, it’s my fault, all of it. I just, I’ve never meant to hurt you Lucina, I didn’t want this, I never wanted any of this.”

“R-Robin. Th-AYAH!?” Suddenly yanked backwards, Lucina was caught completely off guard, letting out a shriek as she fell down onto the soft mattress with him. “H-Hey!”

“I wasn’t thinking, this morning, I didn’t even consider what you would think, seeing us like that.” He whispered, his words again managing to halt her attempt to squirm out of his grip. “It won’t happen again. You’re the only one I love. You’re the only one I want.”

“Of, of course.” She sighed, giving in and relaxing into his embrace, feeling her worries fading away, just the same as they always did in his comforting presence. “And, I feel the same. I- I don’t have any doubts.” She knew that, it was true. So why had she doubted? What had come over her? Why had she been in such a state just at the knowledge of her fiancé’s door being locked? She didn’t have any answers.

“But I worried you.” He answered, bitterness clear in his voice as he wrapped his arms secure around her, nuzzling against her shoulder. “So, stay with me. Please, until you feel better.”

“I-ah, haa, Robin!” She gasped. “I-I can’t… I’m to meet father not long from now, I only came to wish you a good morning…”

His grip around her tightened a little more, squeezing her gently against him, cocooning her in the warmth of his love and almost melting her will to leave. “I-Robin, I can’t… Really.”

“I’m exhausted.” He answered instead and she could practically hear the smirk in his voice. “It was a long day yesterday and Lissa interrupted my sleep this morning.”

His fingers played softly across her stomach, “I always sleep much better with you Lucina…but it’s been some time. When was the last time we slept together?”

She bit her lip as her resolve crumbled further. “Admittedly, it has been a while.” Sleeping together was dangerous, that was something they’d concluded together after being discovered by Cynthia. Even with a lock on her door there were many ways they could be caught, short visits were far safer.

“Well then.” Snuggling up against her, he apparently considered the matter resolved.

“B-But…” It wasn’t as if she didn’t want to… She couldn’t even count the number of times she’d passed out or gone to sleep in his arms, but each time she’d awoken to an empty bed. It was a safe routine, but a lonely one. “But what about father? What if he comes looking for me?”

Chuckling, Robin reached up and waved his hand towards the door, a soft metallic thunk echoing around the apartment as the locks slid back into place. “I’m a tactician. I’ll think of something.”

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‘Godsdamnit.’ Robin sighed to himself some minutes later as he looked down with an aching heart at the sight of Lucina sleeping in his arms.

She looked so innocent like this, so peaceful. He’d always marvelled at the sight, at seeing her so appearing so vulnerable, it was a side of her she only showed when she slept at his side, something only he had seen.

Hearing her knocking this morning, it had been something he’d been dreading for so long, for days now he’d been on edge about being caught, about her finding out what he’d done. To have it suddenly thrust upon him like that, first thing in the morning, it had been so ridiculous he couldn’t help but laugh.

He wasn’t laughing now.

‘That was terrible, worse than I’d thought it would be.’

He hadn’t been making an excuse, he truly was tired. Yet, no matter how often he laid his head down, or shut his eyes, all he could think of was of his latest regrets, of the pained guilt he’d seen on her face- the way she’d hated herself for accusing him of the crime he had committed, as if any single part of this was her fault, as if she held even a speck of blame. ‘Godsdamnit.’

‘I didn’t lie to her.’ That was small comfort. His words had been chosen carefully, specifically to deceive her. He’d run through the situations in his head a hundred times and planned out his lines a thousand more. The words, his truthful-lies had come easily, almost too easily and Lucina had accepted them readily.

And now, here she was, lying happily in his embrace- sleeping soundly, trusting in him, just the same as she always had.

‘It’s for the best.’ He promised himself as another guilty spike tore at his heart. ‘It’s for the best. It has to be.’

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Nine Days Ago

“I don’t know about this.” Olivia whispered nervously. “D-Don’t you think it seems a little…underhanded?”

“Phsah!” Morgan scoffed, skipping a step ahead. “Underhanded is natural for a tactician! I’m sure father expects at least this much.”

“I think it’s a wonderful idea.” Sumia added, grinning happily at the shimmering fabric of the dress she held in her hands.

“See? Anyway! It’s important for her too, what kind of princess can’t dance? She needs to learn!”

“But…but, you already said you don’t know how to dan-”

“And here we are!” Morgan wasn’t listening, waiting just barely a moment for the other two women to catch up, she slammed the thick oaken door open.

“Oh, good morning Mrs Fri-” Looking up from her book, Lucina paused…a small nervous shudder ran down her back as she saw the wide grins smiling back at her.. “Er?”

“I’ve given Mrs. Frincheld the day off today, dear.” Her mother explained.

“Uh-huh! We’ve got a much more important lesson today!”

“R-Right?”

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Eight Days Ago

“It’ll surely help towards your dream, won’t it? To have a theatre of your own?” Robin whispered, holding Olivia securely in his arms as she slowly took in the enormity of what he’d done and what her future could become with the job she’d received in the dancing troupe.

“I-I, R-Robin! H-Huaaa!” Overcome by it all, his words brought on fresh tears, leaving her laughing, shaking and sobbing all at once.

Her body shook like a leaf as she clung wonderfully tight against him, it was almost impossible to restrain his reaction. Even keeping his eyes fixed over her shoulder he couldn’t ignore the feeling of her breasts- large and soft, pressing against his chest, or the smoothness of her pristine skin under his touch. With each shudder of her lithe body his heart raced and his need grew.

Whenever she was around he’d been adding to his workload, slowly building her impression of him. Whenever they talked, he’d always kept her slightly at arm’s length, giving her complete freedom and always staying one step away from the companionship she expected… But now, now it would be easy, so easy to make a move on her, to claim exactly what he wanted.

Deliriously happy and more than a little infatuated with him, he could tell she wasn’t thinking clearly. And he knew, as every urge in his body ached for him to take action, if he pulled her tight against him now, if he kissed her, she wouldn’t resist.

‘Urgh.’ His instincts flared angrily, a hot spike of desire running red through him.

He would pull her against him, take her in his arms and kiss her with all the blazing passion he held. Pulling away, he would proclaim his love for her, offer himself up as lonely and miserable without her, a wretched soul in need of support.

She wanted it. Stressed from the difficulties of her relationship and overwhelmed with everything he’d done for her, he knew she would accept him, that she would ache for him as much as he ached for her. So he would press her against him again, holding her just as they both yearned for, run his hands hot over her slim body, squeeze her tight little ass and grind her hips against his.

He would guide her across the room, leading her to his bed. And she would follow, she would pull his clothes from him as eagerly as he would unwrap hers.

'No.’

The vision, the image of them in his mind was so clear it took everything he had to restrain a reaction.

“D-Did I say something wrong?” He answered instead, the discomfort in his voice entirely unforced.

‘She has to come to me.’ He reminded himself, squeezing his eyes shut and forcefully pushing those thoughts away. It had to be her that acted, it had to be her that came to him, seemingly without any prompting from him at all. And he would deny her, he would push her away and pretend to be shocked. ‘I have to let it be her choice.’

Gods, but he wanted her right now. The fire inside him crackled indignantly at his refusal, searing a painful brand through his soul, flaming hotter and hotter with each unfulfilled desire. If his instincts hadn’t already been so thoroughly quenched by Tharja and Lissa, Robin doubted he could have lasted another moment.

‘She has to approach me, she has to make her choice.’ Just like Lissa had. ‘That’s the only fair way to do this.’ He would give her the choice and he would give himself every tactical advantage he could think of. But, he wouldn’t pressure her, he wouldn’t steal another man’s wife.

‘No. You’ll make her give herself to you.’ An insidious voice in the back of his mind taunted, the truths easily undermining any rationalisations he had about the morality of his actions. ‘Because you know that’s how you’ll keep her. To act now would be impulsive, amateurish.’

If he pressured her now, if he took her to bed in this state, she would almost certainly regret it in the cool light of day. And then, all she would be able to remember would be him making a move on her, his declaration of love and the depth of the desire he’d shown. No, he needed to be patient, to keep all traces of manipulations from her mind- to act only as a friend, a lonely and selfless tactician, so that when she did come, she could only possibly see it as her falling for him. Then, she would be his.

‘That’s why you stay your hand.’

Shaking his ragged conscience away, Robin forced himself calm. With everything he’d done, he couldn’t tell anymore how true those words even were. Was that just his self-loathing sparking up once more, or was he truly acting only from pragmatism? ‘No. I, I had always meant to help Olivia, even before I hired her.’ He could vividly remember standing in her parlour, struck numb with shock at her situation. ‘I will help her, I will give her whatever I can, regardless of her choice.’ He’d thrown away so many of his morals already but he refused to budge on this, no matter how much his guilt tore at him. Even with his worst actions, he would help his friends. He would never hurt those he cared for.

“N-No, no, not at all.” Olivia sniffed a moment later, her words dragging him away from his thoughts and back to the masquerade. “You’ve never, never done anything wrong.”

Her gentle trust seared through him like lightning, as agonising as the worst magic he’d taken. Robin welcomed it, embraced the clenching feeling tight around his heart. Because he knew, the pain he felt was proof, proof of love and proof he did still hold a conscience. If he didn’t care, if he was truly callous, he wouldn’t hurt so badly.

“Olivia…”

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Dealing with Olivia’s subsequent accusations around the meaning of him arranging for her meeting Lady Penfold acted as enough of a distraction to reign in the worst of his desires, at least enough to regain a measure of his focus.

But now, with his earlier lusts still smouldering unfulfilled, he found himself almost unable to ignore the sight of her dancing happily around the room. With each moment he spent watching her amazing body twisting and turning before him, his mind returned again and again to the feeling of her, light and soft in his arms, and without anything more to distract himself with, his soul slowly ignited with need once more.

It was a stark contrast to the usual effect her dancing had on him, even in just the short time she’d been working for him, there’d been no doubt of the boost she’d given his work…but now, with his instincts clawing hotter upon him with each passing moment, now the work ahead of him was impossible to even read.

It was early evening by the time he gave in.

“Olivia.” He spoke up, keeping his voice carefully cheerful. “It’s starting to get late, why don’t you head home for the night?”

“O-Oh?” She blinked, knocked out of her dance mid stride and turning to face him with an earnest smile. “I-It’s not that late is it? And, if you’re going to keep working then I, I should also ma-”

“I appreciate it, but, come now. I can’t ask you to stay on tonight.” He interrupted with a gentle laugh, “You must be eager to get home and tell Gregor about your new job.”

“O-Oh, er, y-yes, of course. Yes!” She nodded, the blazing red on her face telling him that this was the first time she’d even thought about that.

“Exactly." He laughed, “And I know he’ll want to take you out to celebrate! If I keep you here, there won’t be anything left open!”

“A-Ah...er, right.” She hesitated, dropping her eyes from his as she shuffled her weight from foot to foot.

He doubted Gregor was even in Ylisstol right now, last he’d heard the man had disappeared down to South Town with some other mercenaries, but he knew Olivia couldn’t admit that. Nor could she say what he knew she’d already realised, that even if her husband had returned, she would rather stay and help him than return to look after an incoherent drunk.

“Of, of course. Yes.” She answered finally, trying her best not to look crestfallen. “Then, I…If you’re okay with it I guess I’ll-”

“Olivia. Go.” He laughed again, enjoying the conflict he could see within her, the comparison she couldn’t help but make between what she felt she was obligated to do and what she wanted to do.
“O-Okay! Right, I’ll, I’ll see you tomorrow then!”
If he’d had been in any other state, he’d have savoured the moment, the feeling of his plans coming together when he’d heard the disappointment in her voice. But right now, thoroughly enjoying the sight of her round ass bouncing out his door, he could barely wait for the sound of her footsteps down the stairs before he was able to finally relax his tightly held control.

“Gghaaa.” He panted, with his cock straining rock hard against his pants and fingers digging shallow grooves in the thick oak of his desk. “I, I n-need…haaa, need someone.”

It had been so long since he’d forcefully ignored his urges, he’d forgotten how painful it was to do so and just how much of his restraint it took to chain them back. Thankfully, now there was no need for that, no reason to hold anything back anymore.

“Heh.”

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“Lissa?”

“O-Oh?” The princess blinked, looking up from where she’d been wandering the palace halls, lost in thought. “Robin! You’re back early?”

“Ah, a little.” He nodded, he hadn’t expected to run into her. Thinking over his plans for the evening, he quickly recalibrated, a number of new ideas quickly running through his mind.

“Hehe.” She grinned. “Well, it’s good to see you’re not working yourself to death for a change!”

Smirking in return, he stepped across the deserted hallway to her.

“I was just heading to the library actually.” He had been planning on interrupting Lucina’s studies. “There’s a small medical issue I wanted to…look into.”

Grabbing hold of her waist, he pulled her softly against him, just barely letting her feel the strength of his arousal.

“O-Oh?” She breathed, biting her lip as look of nervous excitement flashed across her eyes. “Well, I-I’d love take a look at it for you. If, if you wanted?”

‘No…’ He realised, pausing just as he moved to accept, his plans readjusting once more. ‘That won’t be enough.’ Lissa wasn’t as strong as Lucina, she couldn’t take what he needed.

“Well… I was actually thinking to discuss it with Tharja as well.” He answered instead, his fingers moving lightly across her hips, drawing out a small gasp from her at the dangerously public contact. “Why don’t we go see her together? I’d feel a lot better knowing you were both looking after me.”

Pulling her one last time against his rigid length, he released her, not waiting for an answer as he turned away, changing direction and heading toward the dark mage’s quarters.

“I-Ah…” She swallowed, stuck in place for a moment before racing after him. “O-Okay! That sounds, like, like a good idea.”

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“R-Robin! GHUuughaaa!” Lissa screamed, arching back with a guttural moan as he continued recklessly bouncing her up and down in his lap, his fingers gripping tight to her ass as he thrust upwards, driving his cock as hard as he could into her. “I-I, I can’t take it! I’m going crazy!”

“H-Haa, it’s so good! Yes!” Robin roared in response, smothering his face in her cleavage and planting his feet flat on the ground from where he sat on the edge of Tharja’s bed.

“M-MHmmm!” The dark mage hummed in appreciation from between his legs, sucking hard on his balls as their mixed juices dripped wet down his shaft and onto her face.

Fast losing control, Robin was barely able to stand the intensity of the dual sensations- Lissa’s tight pussy clenched tight around his length, squeezing and sucking him for all he was worth, Tharja’s warm mouth teasing and caressing him in all the ways she knew he adored, alone either feeling was incredible, together they were almost unbelievable.

As pent up as he was, there was no way he could resist his aching need for release. “Ha-HAA! GHaaa!” Robin panted, his breath coming in ragged bursts as he dragged Lissa down his shaft even harder, burying himself mercilessly inside her. “Gh-GHAH! I-I’m, I’m gonna cum!”

“N-N-NAGA!” The princess’s response was barely heard over her throaty moans, thrashing her head from side to side, she had long since surrendered to his desires, revelling in being used as little more than a target for his lust. “Ro-ROBIN! Ghhaaaa! Haaaa!” She screamed, knowing his thrusts wouldn’t pause for a moment, no matter how hard she came.

Feeling her pussy clenching continuously around him, wrapping him vice tight within her as Lissa peaked again and again, Robin couldn’t possibly hold out a moment longer. Clenching his teeth and gasping at the raw intensity of the pleasure, he pulled her down hard, right to the base of his cock, screaming aloud as he felt the pressure surging within him, pulsing thick up his length.

“GH-Ha-HAAAA!”

Shuddering at his release, Robin finally collapsed forward, his face falling heavily into Lissa’s soft breasts as his cock finally exploded within her, thick blasts of cum flooding her womb and spraying hot against her deepest walls, filling her pussy instantly and splashing warm down onto Tharja’s waiting face. Mouth agape in a silent scream, Lissa’s entire body was wrapped agonisingly tight around him, her arms and legs both squeezing with all her might, holding his length fully sheathed inside her as she orgasmed, again and again, higher and harder with each burst of his release.

Slumping down into him with a dizzy groan, Lissa’s tongue hung limply from her open mouth, her eyes rolled back and body slowly shivering with the aftershocks of her bliss.

“M-Mh-Ah-HHaaa! Sh-shuup”

Smirking from his position between the princess’s mounds, Robin matched her weak groan, an almost violent shudder running up his spine as Tharja slid her tongue upwards to the base of his shaft, carefully ensuring that she wouldn’t miss even a single drop of his essence.

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“R-Robin! Robin! Robin!” Tharja cried, her moans echoing loud around the room, with her mouth open wide, she drove herself continuously down onto his cock, riding as hard into her mattress as she could. “AH-AHN! Y-You feel! You feel so good! R-Robin!”

“Hey.” Lissa huffed indignantly, from where she was pressed tight against Tharja’s back, her breasts pushed softly against her as her hands kneaded the dark mage’s larger chest. “I’m here too, you know!”

“S-Shut up!” Tharja gasped, not about to let another woman take charge as she reached up and pressing the princess’s hands deeper into her mounds, grinding them roughly into her as she rolled her hips over, dragging herself wonderfully up Robin’s hard shaft once more. “Ha-Harder! MH-Gha! Yes, l-like that!”

“Gh-haa!” Robin groaned, leaning back and breathing heavily as his body shuddered in response to Tharja’s actions, feeling her clench herself tightly around him, using her inner muscles to caress his entire length each time she sank her hips to meet his.

“G-Gods!” He panted again, awestruck at the sight before him- A Plegian sorceress accepting the eager caresses of an Ylissean Princess, her incredible bust being roughly kneaded and her entire body shaking each time she drove herself onto him, each time Lissa kissed hot along her shoulders.

“R-Robin! L-Love, I, I, love you!” Tharja screamed, her eyes clouding over as yet another orgasm thundered through her and she lost control just as she always did he was inside her. She couldn’t fight it, she didn’t even want to fight it, just being with him made her happy, just touching him made her pussy throb, feeling him like this…seeing his face…hearing his moans… “G-GHA! ROBIN! ROBIN!” It was heaven! Better than that! It was everything she’d ever wanted!

Shivering in delight and unable to even think beyond this moment, he was all she could focus on. Thrashing and panting, even as her world exploded with a white light, Tharja’s hips didn’t pause for even a second, she needed this! Needed him to cum! Needed to wring every last drop from him and feel it inside her. Again and again, she peaked, as much from the intensity of the pleasure as the thoughts behind it.

“G-GHa, Th-Tharja, I can’t hold ba-I’m gonna!”

“C-CUM! For me! I-Inside me! I want it, I want it! R-ROBIN!”

He was close! He was so close! Even through her clouded vision she knew it, she could tell just from the look in his eyes, the blisteringly hot spark of lust inside him- She knew it for what it was, a dangerous desire, a need to her, for him to hold her, conquer her and take from her everything she could offer! “R-ROBIN!”

She didn’t need to see, she didn’t even need to think, no matter how deliriously happy she was right now, her body knew Robin, she knew the man she loved as deeply as she’d ever know anything and she knew when he would finally cum for her, right to the instant!

Screaming, she slammed herself down one final time, her entire body shaking as she felt his length pulsing hard down along her most sensitive walls, then shuddering again when Lissa abruptly began tweaking and pinching her over-sensitive nipples. The moment she stopped, with Robin sheathed fully inside her, his cock exploded and Tharja knew nothing except the feeling of his powerful release crashing fiercely against her womb, ropes of thick hot cum filling her instantly.

“NGHAAA! R-Robi-AHHNNNN!” She panted, eyes glazed over and mouth open in a weak groan as the blazing pleasure rocked her to her core, his seed seeming to spread through her entire body, spreading an indescribable warmth across her entire soul.

Spots danced over her vision and the world spun around her. That didn’t matter. Nothing mattered but him.

“G-Gha-haaaaaaa…”

Gasping weakly, with a dazed smile bright on her face, Tharja shrugged off Lissa’s attempt to hold her upright, collapsing instead, warm and happy into Robin’s embrace.

Laughing lightly at the display, the princess released her hold on the dark mage’s breasts, following her down into the tactician's embrace, letting him wrap his arms around her, sandwiching Tharja gently gently between their two warm bodies.

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“H-Harder!” Lissa cried, throwing her head back from where it’d been buried in Tharja’s shoulder, thrusting her hips back with all her might as she felt Robin’s cock slamming roughly through her depths. “Yes! Robin! Fuck me!”

Lying atop the dark mage, both women’s arms were wrapped tight around each other. With her legs intertwined and her body shaking in unison with the sorceress’s, Lissa was quickly going mad with the intoxicating pleasure.

“G-GHAAA!” She screamed, her cries were almost deafening as her voice lost definition, letting lose nothing but guttural moans as her lover’s fingers dug harder into her ass, pulling her hard against him as he drove his length again and again into the same spot at the very back of her tunnel.

“Ughaaaaa!” Pulling back fully, he withdraw fully from her pussy and for a moment all she felt was agonising emptiness…until she was suddenly sent gasping a moment later, the body below her shaking violently as Robin slammed himself into Tharja’s eager pussy. “N-NYAAA!”

With her arms squeezed as tight as possible around the other women and their breasts squished hot into each other, Lissa could feel every movement Robin made as he began relentlessly taking Tharja once more. With both women turned on beyond belief and each thoroughly lubricated, he was able to smoothly alternate between the two of them, each time filling them for barely more than a few thrusts before changing to the other.

It was agonising, it was maddening, it was the most intense, infuriating, incredible pleasure Lissa had ever felt.

“G-Gods!” She gasped, yelping as Tharja was jolted forwards, their nipples grinding roughly against each other with each movement, the intense friction almost stealing the words from her throat.

“G-Ghaaa!” She panted, when Tharja shuddered under her, the dark mage’s leg’s squeezing hard around Lissa’s as each movement scraped their throbbing pussies together. “T-Tharja!” She added, her mouth falling open in a ragged pant as she felt the mage’s clit pressing into hers, practically able to feel the other woman’s lust rising with hers into a blazing inferno.

“Ooo-AH! She bit her lip, her entire body tensing in momentary anticipation as she felt Robin’s cock withdrawing. “Y-YES!” And an instant later their movements were reversed, now it was her breasts shaking almost painfully against the Tharja’s rock-hard nipples, now it was her clit grinding back and forth in a blazing frenzy.

The pleasure was unbelievable, beyond anything she’d considered, more powerful than even her wildest fantasies. Ever since Robin had last invited the dark mage to join them she’d found herself thinking again and again about the encounter, about other possible encounters, even about other women she could share him with. But in all her fantasies, all her dreams, she’d never once imagined the staggering intimacy she felt now, the feeling of holding tight to a beautiful woman, sharing her every shudder, joining her in every moan and orgasming with her, over and over again, as they both utterly surrendered themselves to the man they loved.

It was almost shocking how natural it felt- to have gone from dismissing thoughts of being with another woman as little more than naughty thoughts, to now sharing the same man with Tharja of all people. But, it was natural, it was right. They were both his. Unquestionably. He’d proven that, he’d claimed them each, time and again.

Gods! But even so, even as incredible as it was, it was also maddening! Only feeling Robin’s thick cock inside her for a few thrusts at a time as it alternated between them, she wanted more! She needed more!

“I-I need it! I need it!” She whined, her every muscle clamping down on the pulsing rod, wrapping herself around it as hard as she could, squeezing with all her desperation, if only to keep it inside her a single moment longer. “R-Robin! Th-Tharja! I’m, I’m getting close!”

“G-Nyaa! R-Robin, I-I’m gonna… I can’t, I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna cum again!” Tharja added, her focus as always, almost entirely on the man she loved, even as the princess’s body rubbed hot against her, driving her to new highs she’d never imagined. “Robin! I lo-NGA-love you!”

“Ye-ghaa, Yeah!” He panted, slamming himself mercilessly against Lissa’s innermost depths one last time before sliding out and thrusting down into the dark mage. Moaning instinctively at his withdrawal, Lissa could barely hear herself over the sound of the sorceress’s ecstasy. “I’m, g-gnahaa, I’m getting close, too! Al-Almost!”

“I-Inside! Inside me, my love!” Tharja begged and Lissa could practically feel the dark mage’s pussy clenching tight around Robin’s cock. Shuddering violently with each of the tactician’s thrusts and sending hot pulses of pleasure through the princess as she did so, the sorceress’s body was practically radiant with need.

And yet, it was no less than her own. Barely even able to think, still Lissa heard her own voice crying out in response. “No, n-no, Robin! M-Me! Inside me!”

“H-HA, Haaaa!” Hearing his ragged pants, Lissa had no doubt how close he was, even without looking she could tell just from the way his fingers dug almost painfully into her hips as much as from the breathless-anxious look she could see on Tharja’s face.

Just as she was thinking she couldn’t take it a single second more, she felt him pull back from the mage, her entire body tensing up with joyous anticipation.

“A-AHIYAA!”

“ROB-INGHAAA!”

Taking them both by surprise, Robin instead drove himself directly forwards, slamming his cock between them, his glans opening up both their pussies and grinding hard over their clits as he buried his full length into the tight space between the two women. “GH-GHAAA!”

Eyes wide and bodies tensed to a breaking point, all three of them were shocked to silence at the new sensation, feeling their burning hot bodies fully encasing his length, their twin entrances quivering against him.

Already long past his limits and acting more on reason than instinct, Robin drew back once more, again pulling his cockhead over their clitorises and opening their lips with an agonising intensity.

Pushing forward one final time, his thrust was frenzied and harsh. Feeling their warmth around them, gasping as their every shiver ran through his length and built inside him with an indescribably potency, he was unable to think of anything more than the release he needed.

All three of them came at once.

“NAA-NGHAAA!” Lissa’s entire body clenched up, burying her head against the dark mage’s shoulder, screaming wordlessly as a lightning bolt of pleasure blasted through her entire body.

“RoooBBBBIIIIIN!” Tharja howled, arching off the bed and pushing Lissa upwards, pressing them both even tighter around the pulsing length between them.

“Y-YEAH! GNHAA” Robin screamed, hips shaking wildly as his cock finally erupted, spraying out jet after jet of hot, thick cum- splashing it feverishly over their stomachs, across the underside of their breasts and through any small gaps that remained. Within moments, both women were soaked in a thick coating of his essence.

“H-Haa…” Heaving a deep sigh, he slowly pulled back and let himself slump down onto the soft mattress. “Wow…” Looking up through dazed eyes, Robin watched as Lissa collapsed limply into Tharja’s arms, both women utterly spent and each stained thoroughly in his colours, both inside and out.

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Smiling weakly down at the sorceress as she slowly came back to her senses, Lissa only distantly noticed Tharja’s hands sliding around to her shoulders, not until she suddenly found herself rolled over onto her back.

“Mm-Ahhmmm.” She hummed, leaning into the bed as her body shuddered softly in a series of small aftershocks as she felt a slow, pleasant sensation tickling across her thighs.

‘Ah, huh?’ It wasn’t until almost a minute later that her mind cleared and Lissa realised the source of the gentle teasing pleasure was the other’s woman’s tongue sliding wet across her body, licking across her thighs and, “A-Ah-haaa.” And up over her stomach, the dark mage methodically sliding upwards as she went, leaning down and gliding her tongue across the underside of Lissa’s breasts.

Sighing and shaking in the warm afterglow, it was only when she felt Tharja smoothly cupping her bust, kneading them gently and slurping messily through the valley between them, that it finally hit her just what the other woman was up to.

“Hehe.” She giggled a few minutes later, leaning happily into the mage’s gentle ministrations as Tharja finished cleaning her up, gleefully cleaning the last few stray dollops of cum from where they’d reached Lissa’s neck. “You’re very thorough aren’t you?”

There was more she’d intended to say, but watching as the sorceress drew back, her eyes darting hungrily over her body for anymore of Robin’s seed, Lissa instead found her words catching dry in her throat. Staring wide eyed, all she could concentrate on was the sight of his release shining wet against Tharja’s pale white skin, the way it pooled around the mage’s massive breasts, the tantalising trail of cum dripping thick across her stomach, down her thighs…

Licking her lips and leaning up to meet her, Lissa was moving before she’d even realised it. Wrapping her arms carefully around the dark mage’s hips, she gently laid her down onto the bed, spreading her out and sliding down between the sorceress’s legs, grinning a broad, contented smile as she eagerly began to return the favour.

It was several more breathless and very pleasant minutes before both his lovers finally wriggled themselves happily into Robin’s waiting embrace, once again snuggling warmly into either side of the tactician.

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Five Days Ago

Leaning miserably against the outer wall of the trainee’s barracks, Cynthia was uncharacteristically quiet. Sucking in deep breaths and wincing with each stretch of her muscles about the only thing she could think of to cheer herself up was that at least the day was finally over. With severely dented pride and a thoroughly pained body, it was hard to imagine how it could possibly get any worse at least.

It was frustrating! She’d looked forward to this all her life, almost as long as she could remember, she’d wanted nothing more than to be a proud Ylissean Pegasus Knight, just like her mother and for the most part, it was a dream come true! She was almost giddy with excitement anytime she thought about how she was on her way to becoming a real Pegasus Knight. She adored working with Pegasii. She liked her comrades- most of the time and she even enjoyed working under her Wing Commander, Cordelia.

She loved almost everything about her training! Almost everything…

…Except. Except the ground-combat days. An entire day set aside on the second Wednesday of every month used to ensure the Knight trainees were in the best possible physical condition, able to fight both on and off their mounts- it was absolutely nothing like what she’d ever done in the Shepherds! Robin had never once asked her to fight without her Pegasus, neither had Lucina in their old-future and she’d even managed to get out of Frederick’s insane training most of the time.

But now…

Another bubble of frustration welled up inside her.

The run had gone badly. She’d worked harder than ever, giving it her all and yet, she’d fallen over three times, scraping her hands and leaving her a long way behind the others.

The drills had been a mess. Somehow she’d ended up completely tangled in the rope wall, she’d been left hanging upside down for almost twenty minutes before someone found and rescued her.

But the worst of it, time after time, the worst of the lot was-

“O-Oh! Cynthia? You’re still here? I thought everyone else was gone.”

Speak of the devil. Quickly pushing herself off the wall, Cynthia forced a smile, turning to see three of her newer comrades, just stepping out from inside the barracks.

“Ah! Yup, still here.” She nodded, quickly thinking up a believable excuse. “I was just lost in thought. Er, thinking about, about hero stuff!”

“Are, are you okay?” One of them asked, stepping forward as an awkward look was passed between the trio. “It just, it looked like you took some really hard hits out there.”

“Yeah…” Another one added hesitantly. “You’re usually…usually so great! You fly circles around everyone, and- and the Wing Commander always says your form is perfect…but, but you always get knocked down in sparring. It looks really painful”

“Painful? Pshh!” Cynthia scoffed, backing up her attitude by stretching out, showing just how absolutely fine she totally was. “It takes a lot more than that to hurt a hero!

“Bu-”

“I took waaaay harder hits than that during the war. I didn’t even feel a thing today!” She added, flashing her usual bright grin and performing a victory pose.

“Well, it’s just…” Caught between guilt and worry, the girl’s resolve dithered slightly, their gazes all shifting from hers as they shuffled from foot to foot. “Just, you, you always get back up, you never stay down, so we have to keep hitting you.”

“Of course! A True hero never gives up!”

Luckily they seemed to buy it. Which made sense, since it was absolutely true.

“Well…If, if you’re really okay? You don’t need a hand getting home?”

“Whaaat!?” She balked, “Hey! Don’t worry about me at all! The only reason I even get knocked down is, er, is because I have to hold back against you guys! I’ve gott’a let you win! I mean, I can’t just go around hurting you can I? That wouldn’t be right!”

None of them would meet her eyes so she couldn’t quite tell if they believed her or not.

“Okay. Well…” Sighing, they finally seemed to accept it. “Alright, we’ll see you tomorrow then.”

“Yup! Definitely!” She affirmed, calling after them as they walked around the other side of the stables.

It wasn’t until they were finally out of sight that she deflated. “Urgh.” She sighed. Sparring, by far the worst of the lot.

Father and Lucina both made it look so easy and Cordelia was always praising her stance and her grip, she trained harder than any of them at it, she was doing everything right…but almost as soon as the fight began, her feet would get tangled or she’d stumble and lose her balance, sometimes she was knocked down, other times she just tripped up, either way quickly ended up with her planted unceremoniously in the ground.

And then… Cynthia winced involuntarily at the next thought, gingerly pressing her hand against a painful bruise on the side of her abdomen. And then, they’d finish the strike. She’d be lying in a heap on the grass and her comrades dulled spears or wooden swords would slam full force into her armour, again and again. It was good training, it was important, Cordelia had stressed that time and again- even as she herself clearly found it uncomfortable to watch- it taught them the proper motions and ensured the movements were ingrained into their bodies, that they would finish their foes instinctively in a real battle.

Important, sure, but Godsdamnit if it didn’t hurt like hell!

“All…All part of the training!” She assured herself, shaking such negative thoughts away. “All part of becoming a hero!”

Tomorrow they’d be back in the air, she consoled herself. Tomorrow it would be back to normal, back to her flying rings around them, back to her planting her spears dead centre on all the targets, back to her knocking over even the heaviest jousting dummies with ease.

But, for now… Sucking in a shallow breath, Cynthia turned in the opposite direction to where the other girls had gone, planting her spear in the ground for balance and taking a hesitant step back towards the palace. For now she had to go home.

The palace wasn’t too far from the training grounds, but her steps were painfully slow and her legs were shaking even from just this much, even despite all the time she’d spent recovering after the sparring, the accumulated damage still shone through. Shuffling forwards as carefully as she was, at least she wasn’t at risk of tripping over, even if she could only just barely stay upright.

“Careful.’ Cynthia warned herself, leaning heavier on her spear as she made her way around the corner. ‘I just need to ge-’

Her legs suddenly gave out from under her, and she was pitched forwards with a scream…

“UWAAA!”

“Cynthia!”

…Right into a familiar warm embrace.

“Wo-woah… Hey there, you okay?”

“R-Robin...”

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Even as embarrassing as it was to suddenly fall into his arms, Cynthia couldn’t keep the smile from her face, looking up as Robin pulled her to her feet, wrapping an arm over her shoulder to help her steady herself.

“There you go.” He grinned. “Looks like I was just in time.”

“Perfect heroic timing.” She agreed, a real heroic last second entrance! “I didn’t even see you around today.”

“Ah, er, I actually got here only a minute ago.” He explained, nodding over to where he’d apparently been standing out of sight. “I heard you with your friends and I didn’t want to interrupt.”

“Oh.” Waiting around the corner wasn’t quite as heroic as just having arrived in time to save her, but she appreciated the gesture none the less. And she felt better just seeing him regardless.

Robin was one of the few reasons the ground combat days were bearable, even despite all the humiliation and pain she received. Sometime, several months back, he’d come around to check on Cordelia and the squadron’s progress, he’d seen the training and apparently had been worried ever since. His concern was entirely unnecessary of course! But, she enjoyed his help, even so.

“You really don’t have to do this you know?” She asked, just as she always did, looking down to hide the flush on her face as he half walked-half carried her back into the barracks. “I’m fine, really. I just tripped, there must have been some loose stones or something!”

“I know. You’d be fine even without me.”

“Th-”

“But!” He interrupted, with a laugh. “I want to help you anyway.”

She sighed, still unable to keep the smile off her face, she knew what he was going to say next, it was the same reply he’d given all those other hundred times she’d protested his aid.

“After all, I’m trying to marry your sister, so I’ve got to make sure you’re in my good books.” He explained, his voice turning mock serious as he pulled her around to one of the deserted medical rooms, closing the door behind them. “I want to make sure you’re telling her all kinds of good things about me.”

Nodding, she relented, dropping her spear to the floor and kicking it out of the way as she relaxed into his grip, letting him ease her down onto a stool in the centre of the room. “A-Ahh.”

“Now, let’s…” Biting her lip, and flushing even deeper, she tried not to make a sound as she felt him move around behind her, his hands clasped tight around her as he pulled at the straps and buckles on her armour. “Let’s get you out of this.”

Her breastplate fell to the floor with a dull clank, her shoulder-guards and gauntlets followed a moment later as he raised her arms up and gently tugged them free.

“H-Hehee.” She laughed nervously, squirming slightly under his touch as his hands slid heavy and warm around her stomach, unclipping the belt around her waist and pulling it to the floor with the rest of her clothes.

Which left her, as had somehow become normal, sitting away from him and wearing little more than her thin tunic, with her face blazing red and a heart pounding. ‘I-It’s no big deal.’ Robin had seen her in casual clothing or without her armour around the camp a hundred times. He’d seen her like this plenty of times too…though, somehow, being like this just with him felt a little different.

“Gods…” The pain in his whisper interrupted her swirling thoughts as he peered closer, running a finger gingerly along her exposed shoulders. “You were really going home like this?” He added, taking her hand in his and carefully pulling her glove off.

“W-Well.” She dithered, sitting like this, as embarrassing as it could be, somehow also took her mind away from the pain. It wasn’t so bad around him.

His fingers danced lightly along her arms and she could see a number of ugly black bruises already forming. “Cynthia…” Even without looking, she could hear the grimace in his voice.

Robin paused and she could feel the tension growing within him, the urge he was feeling to make the same request he’d made so many times before, that she let him talk to Cordelia, use his leverage to petition the Wing Commander to go easier on her. A moment of silence passed instead and Cynthia smiled in gratitude-that he restrained himself meant as much to her as the fact that he wanted to.

“At least, at least let me get a healer for you.” He sighed finally, pushing himself away from her and to his feet. “If it’s this bad, at the very least I need to make sure you’re taken care of proper-”

Her tight grip on the hem of his cloak halted his words.

“Cynthia. I can’t just…you’re Chrom’s daughter, Lucina’s sister…”

She grimaced, but held her ground. That her situation worried Robin was bad enough, the thought of her sister getting involved, or her parents…

“Robin! This is nothing!” She laughed, forcing herself to grin up at him. “I got hurt waaay worse than this during the war!”

His teeth clenched and she could see the argument in his eyes. That to him, her words were true, but that it wasn’t the same. Her ending up in the medical tent was his mistake, an error he took responsibility for, one he adjusted for…completely separate to her being knocked around on a scheduled basis.

“This is just training.” She added, her voice filled with determination. “It’s the same training any Pegasus Knight goes through.”

And that, more than anything else, was the key to it. Her goal, one equally important to her being a hero- that she become an Ylissean Pegasus Knight.

Flinching back, Robin visibly deflated. He couldn’t possibly compromise that, he knew how important it was to her, organising any kind of special concession would only taint the achievement, he’d be stealing her dreams from her.

“It didn’t use to be this bad.” He answered instead, turning away and walking to the medicine cabinet on the far side of the room. “It feels like it’s getting worse for you each time I see you.”

“Nah!” She shook her head, “It’s not like that at all.” Her comrades were all good people, they would all be fine Knights. There wasn’t a single shred of malice between them, they weren’t trying to make it worse for her, none of them wanted to hurt her.

They were just getting better, the other trainees were improving, week after week. A year ago, all her squad mates had been just nervous recruits, shaking anytime Cordelia so much as looked at them. Now, they were well on their way to becoming proud guardians of peace. She, on the other hand, had been in battle almost her entire life, she’d practically grown up on a Pegasus with spear in hand. Her fighting techniques weren’t the problem, there was almost no room for them to be polished any further.

Accepting her words with a sigh, Robin returned and kneeled before her with a small medical kit, gesturing for her to stretch her legs out. “A-Ahh.” She sighed, enjoying the slightly strange sensation as he took each foot in turn, carefully pulling her boots free.

Chewing on her lip, Cynthia tried not to squirm as his hands then moved warmly onto her thighs, a pleasantly warm shuddering running through her as she felt him carefully unclip her garters, freeing her stockings and rolling them slowly down her legs.

Looking away, with her heart pounding faster than ever, she instinctively tugged at the bottom of her tunic, pulling it as far down as she could, ensuring it completely covered her smallclothes as she desperately tried not to think about how exposed she was- sitting now in little but her underwear and tunic.

Shivering as her entire body burned bright red, Cynthia had no idea if she’d ever get used to this sensation, or if she even wanted to. No matter how many times she wound up in his care like this, the effect on her was electrifying. ‘I-It’s not like I have any intentions!’ She reminded herself, trying not to think about her sister and what Lucina would think if she saw them like this.

That’s not to say she was lying! Heroes didn’t lie! It was just…just that, ever since she’d first let Robin take care of her, she’d seen how much better he was at it than when she’d done it herself. That was the ONLY reason she let him see her in such an embarrassing state! Definitely! And! And, since he was dating Lucina she could trust him not to try anything funny.

That was all there was to it…

Putting her stockings aside, Robin opened a familiar jar of healing balm, a slow acting but less destructive alternative to the battlefield vulneraries. Spreading it across his hands, he took careful hold of her suddenly shaking legs, tenderly massaging the salve along her calves.

“O-Ohhaa.” She gasped, a sudden flash of warmth flooding through her the moment he made contact with her bare skin. Shoving her fist into her mouth, she quickly stifled an unbidden moan.

…If only, if only it didn’t feel so good.

It was all just too confusing! Everything was so much more complicated in the past, in the future all she’d needed to worry about had been fighting. Fighting made sense, it was simple! She just needed to punish the evildoers, rescue the innocents and bathe in the (heroic) adulation that followed! But now, it was tricky, the evildoers were often other humans and sometimes they didn’t seem all that evil…and now she wasn’t even fighting really, she was just training…which was good of course, but it meant she spent a lot more time alone with Robin, which was nice. But he was Lucina’s boyfriend and she was SO HAPPY for her, but it also meant that she felt that she shouldn’t acu-

“Cynthia.” Robin finally spoke up, his voice interrupting her swirling thoughts.

“Uh, yeah?” She blinked, coming back to reality to see him releasing her left leg and moving to her right, his palm gently massaging the numbing balm over a thin bruise up her shin. “Tha-That’s me!”

Moving his hands a little further up her legs, the warmth of his touch spread faster through her body and her breath quickened. “I was thinking, about my schedule.” He spoke finally, taking his time collecting the words. “With Olivia helping me recently, I’m not quite as busy. I could, well, I could free up some time on Wednesday evenings, or Saturday mornings.”

“Ohhkay?”

“I was thinking, if you wanted. I know you don’t have training on those days, so I wouldn’t mind teaching you some magic?”

“Magic?” She balked, that was certainly out of the blue but before she could comment, she saw a surprisingly earnest look on his face.

“Sure, or, if not me then I’m sure I could arrange for Miriel to teach you, or Lissa. Actually, hey, why don’t I ask Sumia? That’d be fun wouldn’t it, spending more time with your mother?”

Cynthia beamed, she would like to spend more time with her mother! She hadn’t thought about learning magic before, but it could be fun. Plus! More importantly! If she learned magic, she wouldn’t have to rely on Laurent to create explosions for her heroic entrances! Why hadn’t she thought of this earlier!? “Oooh.”

“I know you’d be good at it.” He grinned back reassuringly. “Your mother was always a quick learner when it came to spells and, Naga, your whole family’s full of great mages. I bet even Lucina or Chrom could learn if they tried.”

Cynthia giggled a little at that thought, it was difficult to imagine her sister walking around in a mage’s robe, let alone her father, she couldn’t even picture him holding a tome!

“Yeah, and I think, well, it’d be a bit easier on you. You wouldn’t have to move around as much.”

“Oh.” And with that, all her enthusiasm drained away.

She was enthusiastic, reckless and headstrong, but Cynthia wasn’t dumb, she understood his meaning. It was true, some Pegasus Knights did rely on spells instead of their lances, if she used magic when fighting on the ground she wouldn’t have to worry about moving around and losing her balance.

Her eyes flicked to the corner of the room, to where her mother’s spear was lying against the wall.

He didn’t miss her reaction. “Cynthia…” Pausing his movements, with his hands on her upper thigh, Robin leaned heavily into her leg, his fingers wrapped warm around her bare skin.

“I just-”

“Cynthia,” He repeated, “You already saved the world.”

Saved the world. She saved the world. There was no stopping jolt of warmth that surged through her at those words, pride, joy and even a little modesty. But it was true, she had been there, right to the end when Grima had been slain. There was no doubt she’d been part of saving the world but…it was only Robin who ever said it like that.

“You don’t have anything to prove to her, there’s nothing you need to live up to.” He added sincerely. “I know she couldn’t be more proud of you.”

“I-I know, I mean, o-of course!” She stammered weakly, biting her lip and finding it surprisingly difficult to meet the imploring look in his eyes.

“But, I just, I…”

Fighting with her mother’s spear, it was how she’d always fought, it was how she’d always wanted to fight. Even if her mother did sometimes use spells, it was the stories of her skill with the lance that Cynthia had been raised on.

“I just…” Her voice dropped, but didn’t waver. “When I use it, it just feels like, like I’m fighting with her. Like she’s still with me.”

It was silly, she knew that, she’d never admitted it out loud before. She knew (that jerk) Severa especially would never let her down if she caught wind of it. Even so, it was true, her lance was one thing she could never compromise.

“Ah. I see.” Clearly taken aback by her words, Robin turned away, looking abashed. “Well, I suppose heroes have to be rather stubborn don’t they?”

“Of course!” She nodded with a laugh. “Heroes never give up!”

Chuckling lightly, he didn’t add anything more. Watching as he turned his eyes to the floor, Cynthia left him to his thoughts.

‘A-Ahaa’

Except… Now that the serious discussion had passed, it was becoming impossible not to pay attention to the way his fingers were wrapped warm around her upper thigh. ‘O-Ohha.’ Screwing her eyes shut, Cynthia’s breath started coming faster, it felt good, really good! But then, it always did when Robin took care of her like this- nothing at all like any of the time she’d spent in the Shepherd’s medical tent, nothing like anything she’d felt before.

Chewing on her lip and fighting the urge rub her legs together, her thoughts fell from her mouth before she even realised she was speaking them aloud. “H-Higher.”

“Huh?” Suddenly snapped from his thoughts, Robin turned back around to her.

Looking away to hide her embarrassment, Cynthia wasn’t sure where her request had even come, she’d spoken without thinking, reacting to nothing more than a sudden flash of desire. “I-Ah.” She attempted to explain, her breath catching in her throat as his thumb traced a soft pattern over her inner thigh. “A-A little higher up.”

Raising a questioning eyebrow, Robin did as she asked, his palms tentatively massaging the soothing balm another few inches up her leg…almost right up to where she was frantically balling her tunic between her legs. “You got hit all the way up here?” He asked sceptically. “I don’t…see anything?”

‘O-Ohh!’ She barely even heard him speak, it felt like her entire body was on fire! ‘I, I don’t…’ Her pussy was suddenly throbbing with an unbearable intensity.

‘W-What is this?’ She gasped silently, her mouth falling open and head spinning at the sensation.

Pausing right below her pelvis, Robin’s fingers gently rotated around her leg, using his palms to gently massage her sensitive skin.

‘I.. I!’

“T-That’s enough!” She squeaked, desperately getting herself under control before she…before she… “I-um, ah, I mean, t-thank you. T-That feels, feels better.”

“Right.” He nodded, pushing himself to his feet and moving around to her back.

Clenching her teeth as a violent shudder ran through her the moment his hands let her go, Cynthia was at least glad he didn’t seem to have noticed anything out of the ordinary.

‘Naga.’ She sighed, her thoughts whirring so fast she barely even noticed as Robin settled in behind her, winding a thin strip of gauze over a wound on her shoulder. ‘What was I thinking?’ She didn’t have an answer and it became even harder to think as he continued his work, beginning to gently knead the soothing balm down her bruised arms.

‘I, I shouldn’t enjoy this. It’s nothing, nothing like that.’ She scolded herself, this wasn’t meant to be anything enjoyable, it was just...just… it wasn’t anything bad! ‘And it’s Robin!’ She liked Robin of course, she always had, his battlefield tactics could use a little more heroic flare, but he’d always been very kind to her- even when she’d been a kid.

But she didn’t like him as much as Lucina obviously did! ‘And that’s the only reason he’s…’ His hands ran smooth along her arms, sliding across her forearm and her thoughts trailed off for a moment. ‘A-Anyway, he’s only doing this because he’s Lucina’s fiancé.’

Her sister’s secret fiancé. That wasn’t very heroic. Cynthia had never liked that idea, heroes shouldn’t keep secrets! Especially not secrets they knew would make their mother SUPER HAPPY to know about!

‘Er…’ Then again… Gulping, she remembered their discussion afterwards and how adamantly Lucina had insisted that her relationship was going to remain a secret… Perhaps there were exceptions? Surely after everything she’d done, her sister was heroic enough for that?

‘Hmmm!’ She considered, that was worthy of some thought. Could you be so heroic that you could do un-heroic deeds? But then, wouldn’t that make even Severa a hero!? ‘NO WAY! That can’t be ri-’

“There we go.”

“H-Huh?”

Blinking back to reality from her musings, Cynthia suddenly realised Robin was practically done. He’d already moved to her left arm and was just finishing tying up another thin band of gauze around her wrist.

She’d missed it! She’d been so lost in thought, she’d missed everything!

She didn’t want it to be over! Not yet! She’d completely zoned out and missed feeling his touch along her arms! But…she wasn’t doing this to enjoy it, so wasn’t that a good thing? BUT! But, it felt good! She wanted more! That wasn’t bad, was it? It was just a massage? Massages were meant to feel good…r-right?

“W-Wait.”

Again, she spoke without thinking, words spilling forth from her desires, without even a chance for her mind to catch up.

But this time, it wasn’t just words…

…This time, swallowing heavily and reaching up to flick open the ties to her tunic, this time she knew exactly what she was doing as she did it. Heart hammering hard in her chest, Cynthia paused only a moment as the last tie fell open, wriggling the cloth from her shoulders and rolling it down her body until it was bunched entirely in her lap.

Until she was finally sitting in place, breathing in shallow pants and squirming in place, completely naked from the waist up. Released from the tunic, her breasts- usually held tightly in place by her breastplate, bounced free from their restraint, tingling gently in the crisp evening air.

‘I-It’s just a massage.’ She assured herself as a series of small shudders ran up her spine. ‘And, and he’s behind me. He can’t see anything.’ Still, her self-assurances did little to stall the way her entire body was quickly enflaming deep crimson in embarrassment.

“C-Cynthia?” He whispered, shock clear in his voice.

Gulping, with her mouth suddenly dry, she hurriedly tried to calm down. ‘Nothing is different! It’s just, it’s just he’s much better at doing this than I am! We trust each other! A hero and her tactician-healer!’

She needed to answer him, she needed to explain. “I-ah, c-can you also…?” Her words came out as little more than a shaky whisper.

Even as close as they’d become over the past few weeks, this was further than she’d ever gone, further than she’d ever thought to take things. Robin had only ever looked after her extremities, then sent her home with bandages and ointment, to take care of the rest by herself.

‘But, it doesn’t feel the same when I do it…’

It had started so many weeks ago with him just rubbing creams into her shaking legs, but now… Now, as sitting there half naked before him, with her heart threatening to leap out her chest, Cynthia couldn’t tell where she wanted it to stop.

“Gods.” Robin’s pained sigh pulled her back to the moment, but his breath tickling warm along her bare back had her quickly biting down on her fist once more, forcefully supressing her reaction. “Is it, is it always this bad?”

Punctuating his words by running his hands gingerly along her sides, his fingers traced a light outline across her damaged ribs, shying away from the dark outline of fresh bruises already forming across her trim abdominal muscles.

“I-It’s not bad.” She assured him, trying to ignore the return of the throbbing she could feel from between her legs each time his fingers brushed across her skin.

“Naga.” He sighed bitterly, once again restraining his complaints as he began to trace a path methodically across her body, carefully pulling a bandage over where her sides had been split open from repeated blows.

She didn’t feel the pain anymore, she hadn’t almost since he began, all she felt was the heat spreading within her body and the strange urgent thrum from within her core, louder and stronger with each time she felt his fingers, each time his breath ran down her spine, each time his hands clasped to her sides.

‘Thi-this is dangerous!’ Breathing even faster and clenching her teeth as a series of hot shivers ran heavily up her spine, Cynthia’s mind raced for anything to latch onto, anything he could concentrate on except how much she was currently enjoying her sister’s boyfriend’s touch.

‘Oh! M-My entrance speech!’ The thought coming only haltingly as Robin’s slid gently under her ribs, caressing the salve into her skin and forcing her to desperately choke back another gasp. ‘I had a great one earlier!’

‘I am, I am the hope of the universe.’ She recited mentally, picturing herself standing on a ruined plateau, wind and water swirling dramatically in all directions as her foe turned slowly to face her. ‘I am the answer to all living things that cry out for peace. I am the protector of the innocent. I am the light in the darkness. I am CYNTHIA! Ally to justice! Nightmare to you!’

His palms pressed across her stomach, tracing a bruise down to her hips and again her body shuddered in response. ‘Yeah, that’s a kee-keeper for sure! That’s the best so far!’

‘I am, I am the terror that flaps in the night!’ She continued, hurriedly remembering another one she’d thought up earlier as Robin’s fingers massaged the cream tenderly around her waist, sliding warmly up sides. ‘I, I am the chill that runs up your spine! I AM-’

Moving further up, his hand dragged across her chest, running his knuckles slowly against the underside of her heaving breasts.

“A-AHhn!” Cynthia moaned loudly, eyes shooting wide and her entire body shaking at his touch. It “A-Ah-haaa.” It was as if a bolt of lightning had just slammed into her, a sudden blast of intense pleasure, her every nerve firing off the instant she’d felt him make contact with her breasts.

“Cynthia?”

Screwing her eyes shut in mortification, she shoved her fist back into her mouth, biting hard into it and desperately trying to ignore the throbbing desire running red hot through her.

“Cynthia?” Robin repeated, “What’s wrong? Did I hurt you?”

“N-N-No.” She gasped, utterly failing to keep the breathlessness from her voice. “N-No, I’m, I’m fine.”

“Are…are you sure?”

She couldn’t answer. She wanted to cry, wanted to scream, wanted to beg for more…

“Well… I think I’m pretty much done anyway, do you want me to stop?”

NO! Gods…no, she didn’t want that. She wanted him to keep touching her! To hold her tight against him and touch her like that again! She wanted him to reach higher, cupping her br-

Clamping furiously down on that thought, Cynthia forced herself to nod. “O-Okay.” She breathed, clenching her fists tight and swallowing her mounting desires. Biting down harder on her bare fist as Robin’s released her, moving away to return the medical kit, it took all her hero's resolve not to make a sound as her body trembled at his absence.

‘G-Geeeez.’ She scolded herself, holding her breath as she reached down with shaking hands and began to awkwardly pull her tunic back into place over her body, a task made almost impossible when the feeling of the fabric pulled tight against her suddenly over-sensitive breasts sent another wave of powerful shudders up her spine. ‘Wh-What was that!? What’s am I doing!?’

Breathing deeply, she slowly regained her control, letting the flames of desire gently die out.

Unfortunately, doing so only allowed more thoughts back into her head and her fretting got substantially worse, her fingers twisting painfully around each other as she sat petrified in place, embarrassment and shame almost crushing her to pieces. ‘Gods!’ She wailed, ‘That wasn’t heroic! That wasn’t Heroic at all! Robin’s Lucina’s boyfriend and, and he was trying to be nice!’ Why had it felt so good!? Why had she moaned like that!? She’d almost made it something naughty! Heroes didn’t, heroes didn’t do that!

“Eh, uh, Cynthia? You coming?”

Blinking out of her self-flagellation she looked up to see Robin standing over her, holding out her breastplate and spear.

She breathed out a sigh. Somehow, thankfully, he didn’t seem to have noticed anything was amiss. ‘He’s a little innocent.’ She realised, even after all that he didn’t realise there was anything different about how she’d been acting. That, at least, was a huge relief.

“C’mon.” He smiled easily, using the spear to pull her to her feet as she clung numbly to it, her thoughts still whirling too much to pay much attention. “I’ll walk you home.”

“Ah.”

Even despite her humiliation she couldn’t resist the small burst of happy warmth from those words. He didn’t need to walk her home, he wouldn’t otherwise go in that direction, he’d almost never returned to the palace this early in the evening- he was only offering to look after her, to make sure she got back safely.

“Okay.”

It was silly, she’d been through so much her whole life, she’d lived through a truly nightmarish existence, to now have someone worrying so much about something so small...it was almost ridiculous. And yet, as pulled herself to her feet and fell into step beside him, she couldn’t deny how nice it felt, how wonderful it was to know that someone did care.

Between her own hard-earned resilience and Robin’s gentle care, Cynthia already felt much better- her steps steadier and her pain significantly dulled. And so, taking a sedate pace, the trip back to the palace passed uneventfully.

Of course, with Cynthia desperately trying to think of anything except what had just passed between them, the journey was also spent in a surprisingly comfortable silence…an event that was, for her at least, so rare that many people (meanies like Severa especially) wouldn’t have believed it possible.

She wasn’t used to being so quiet, it was strange…but somehow, being like this with Robin…it was nice. Enjoying the mellow calmness, she didn’t feel an urge to announce her return, or even to sing her entrance song as they made their way inside.

In-fact, so caught up in the pleasantly calm mood between them, it wasn’t until Robin had escorted her back to her room that Cynthia finally found herself with words once again burning at the tip of her tongue.

“Alright, here we are. You take care of yourself.”

“R-Right.” She murmured, chewing on her lip and dragging out the process of pushing her door open, leaning her weight against the frame and decidedly not looking in his direction.

She heard him turn, his footsteps slowly padding away from her and suddenly she couldn’t take it any longer! Burning up inside and gripping almost hard enough to crush the door knob…and again the words she’d never meant to say spilled from her mouth.

“H-Hey!…Hey, Robin.”

“Huh? Ah, yeah?”

“I know… I know that Lucina’s your hero.”

She’d thought about this more times than she cared to admit, but she’d never even considered saying it aloud. Yet, somehow, after tonight and everything he’d done for her- somehow she couldn’t hold her tongue.

Spinning in place she forced herself to stare directly at him, fists clenched tight at her sides and a fire blazing hot across her soul.

“B-BUT! If, if you were ever in trouble, and she wasn’t around… If you needed me, I’d come for you! I swear I would! I’d DEFINITELY save you!”

“Cynthia...” Walking back over to her, he breathed her name with a gentle sigh and a moment later she almost found herself almost moaning aloud again when she felt his hand warm and strong atop her head, gently ruffling her hair.

“I know you would. You’re my Pegasus-Knight in shining armour.”

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It was several hours later before Robin let his thoughts return to the flustered Pegasus Knight.

‘Cynthia’s really gotten bold.’ He considered, feeling a dull pang of guilt at thinking about another woman as he ran his fingers gently up and down his fiancé’s naked back.

“Mmmmm.” Lucina hummed happily from where she was dozing beside him, her body shivering lightly from the aftershocks of their frenzied lovemaking.

“That was intense.” She breathed. “You must have been very wound up.”

“I suppose so.” He chuckled, teasing a finger between her shoulder blades and letting the conversation drop as his thoughts returned to her sister.

‘It’s not as this is some plan of mine though.’ He frowned, his time with Cynthia, even in the deepest throes of his maddening desire, had always been innocent. It’d started with nothing more than him helping her hobble inside, later he’d attempted to massage some strength back into her legs and now…

…He shuddered, another flash of desire running through him as he recalled his shock at watching Lucina’s sister stripping her top off before him, seeing the smooth skin of her perfect back, running his hands directly across her taut stomach. ‘Gods.’ He doubted he’d forget the sight of her shivering at his tough anytime soon nor that final sweet moan she’d given when he’d brushed his fingers against her breasts.

‘They sound so simil-Ah!’ Wincing, he shook that thought away before it progressed any further.

He’d never imagined hearing anything like that from Cynthia. Even more than Morgan or Owain, she’d always seemed to be one of the most naïve Shepherds and certainly the most innocent of them all, always lost in her own world of heroes and justice. Even in the bitterest days of the war, she’d been the one flying above the camp at the crack of dawn, swooping over their tents and screaming her newest battle cries to wake them up.

To think that Cynthia would now be acting so…so womanly… ‘I suppose it was inevitable?’ Innocent or not, she had to be almost twenty and no matter how deficient her upbringing was, it shouldn’t be a surprise for her to have developed an interest in the opposite sex. He should have seen this coming, should have thought about what it would mean to her that he’d spent so much time looking after her- but he hadn’t.

And now… She’d promised, she’d sworn, that if he were ever in trouble, she would come save him.

‘Geez.’ He sighed, no matter how embarrassing that thought was, he couldn’t help but smile. It was impossible not to be touched at such a sweetly earnest declaration.

For such a straightforward girl, it was remarkably easy to misread Cynthia. It would have been easy to just dismiss her words as just more of her over-enthusiastic boasts, to just smile and forget about them.

But, with all the time he’d spent with Lucina and all the stories she’d slowly opened up to him about, he knew better than any of the original Shepherds the suffering the time-travelling children had gone through and, even more than that, the coping mechanisms they’d developed to survive. So, he’d listened to Cynthia, no less than he had for Brady or Severa- even when she woke up half the camp in the middle of the night, even when everyone else rolled their eyes and tuned her out, even when she almost burst an ear-drum with her victory-cries, he’d listened. And he understood her now, as he did then.

She’d vowed to save him, to protect him. She wanted to be his hero.

Such simple, childish, words, but they meant everything to her. For Cynthia, to claim something like that, it might as well have been a love confession.

Running a hand through his hair, he let out another sigh. His fiancé’s little sister had a crush on him.

Even despite the awkwardness of that thought, he couldn’t help but give a rueful smile, his ego getting the better of him for a moment. ‘I’m Cynthia’s first love?’ She was so forthright, so headstrong, just thinking about her blushing and stammering over him like that, it was as endearing as it was flattering.

And…it was also dangerously enticing. ‘It would be so, so simple...’ He noted, the thought coming before he could think to constrain it and with it yet another furious flash of desire at the memory of her squirming in his arms, her breaths coming faster with each touch and her arousal clearer with each gasp she tried to hide.

‘Ughaa.’ His cock pulsed rock hard and another blaze of need ran through him once more, his body aching with a pang of unfulfilled lust.

He could remember clearly the way her body had shuddered with just the barest caress across her chest-if he’d simply pulled her to him, if he’d slid his hands over her breasts, cupped them in his fingers… She wouldn’t have resisted. He couldn’t possibly have missed how badly she’d wanted him, she wouldn’t have even thought to say no.

The thoughts ran hotter now, faster and faster as they swirled around him.

Images of Cynthia arching and moaning as he kneaded her impressive bust. Thoughts of her pushing back against his cock, feeling it hard against her back. Of his fingers sliding smoothly into her soaked panties. Watching as she gave in to her lust…falling breathlessly to her hands and knees as he pressed his hard length against her aching pussy, slowly pushing her lips apart and sliding himself ins-

‘A-GHha!’ He reeled back, screwing his eyes shut and wincing with pain, the desire was agonising now! Blazing angrily within him in response to his continued restraint.

Shoving his fist into his mouth and biting down hard Robin forcefully silenced any gasps of pain, bringing himself back under control and letting his desire cool. Twice now this had happened, twice now his instincts had scorched his soul, screaming for action and raging painfully when he’d held back.

‘No.’ He reminded himself, slowly sucking in a shaky breath as he let the moment pass. ‘Not like that.’

He was used to it now, or at least as much as he could be. As terrible as the pangs were, they were nothing compared to what he’d felt before.

‘She has to come to me.’ It was just the same as Olivia, he wouldn’t pressure her in a moment of passion or make any kind of obvious gesture. Otherwise, the moment she came to her senses, all she would remember would be his actions, him taking his time getting closer to her, him seducing her. ‘It has to be her choice.’

And of course, Cynthia was safe. She practically idolised her big sister, she would never make a move on him.

‘But of course…I’ve got a plan for that too.’ His rationale taunted him, just as he’d started to breathe a little easier.

“Tch.”

It was true of course. Even without intending to, even without wanting to…he had a plan.

‘It would be...so, so simple.’ The thought repeated. Cynthia was just too forthright, too earnest.

All he would need to do was to send Tharja to her, have the dark mage let slip some hints of his unnatural stamina and some fake worries for Lucina’s health. Even as uncomfortable as the conversation would be for her, Cynthia wouldn’t be able to help but listen…and wouldn’t be able to resist keeping an eye out for her sister.

Then, he would simply visit Lucina. Only Lucina. Every day and every night, he would come to her, just the same as he’d done before. And, with his lusts constrained to one woman, the power would raise, again and again, until he was taking her with almost the same frenzy he’d shown back then.

She would receive him happily, he knew that. But, the greater his needs before the more it would drain her stamina until eventually, once again, it would be outstripping even her incredible strength. But of course, he knew the woman he loved, she would never relent, she would push herself to accept him, harder, and harder…

…Until Cynthia came to him- secretly and desperately, terrified of the fatigue she’d seen in her sister and having found Lucina herself refusing to talk about it, she would come to him.

To save her sister. To be a hero. To be with him. She would offer herself. A virgin sacrifice.

‘GODS!’ He screamed mentally, regaining control and pushing that plan away just the same as he had every other time it had surfaced. ‘No! No. I’m… I would never. I’m not…’

It was just a strategy, just…just an idle thought. Nothing more, no more than that.

Those words weren’t a lie, he promised himself, needing it to be true. Even with everything he’d done and everything he knew he would do, he wasn’t that callous. He couldn’t do that to Lucina, he could never lay a hand on her own sister.

‘Tch. How pathetic.’ He grimaced, rolling his feet off the bed and sinking his head into his hands as another wave of self-loathing welled up within him. ‘As if that’s somehow better. I cannot stay loyal, but at least there’s limits to who I cheat on her with?’ The voice that mocked him was his own, cruel and taunting, he couldn’t deny it’s words.

Since he’d begun, the guilt had never truly left him and it was only made worse by the knowledge that he’d always thoroughly enjoyed the encounters, by the fact that more and more he found himself looking forward to the thrill of once again taking to battle with his strategies. ‘I won’t sleep with Tharja’s daughter. I won’t touch Lucina’s sister… Oh, how very honourable.’ His battered conscience sneered sarcastically. ‘Truly…truly I am the fiancé she deserves.’

That was the thought that finally snapped him from his thoughts, his heart wrenching agonisingly the moment the words came to him. He’d wanted to be that- he’d wanted so badly to be that, more than he’d ever wanted anything.

Grimacing and unable to bear his frustrations a moment longer, Robin pushed himself up on shaking feet, stilling his breath long enough to continue the façade once more, turning back to the woman he loved and returning his thoughts only to her.

“I’d better leave.” He whispered, stroking a finger along her cheek and forcing himself to match her gentle smile when she turned to him. “Else, I’ll probably end up falling asleep with you.”

“Oftimes…I wonder, if that would truly be so bad?” She answered, grinning wistfully up at him before sinking back into the mattress and rolling onto her back with her arms spread wide. “Shall we chance it love? Just for one night?”

He’d fallen into her gentle embrace before he was even aware his body was moving and somehow…somehow, even though it was she who he had wronged, even though it was she who he had betrayed… somehow Lucina’s touched still soothed away his pains, just the same as it always had.

Wrapping himself around her and feeling her arms warm and soft around him, his guilt dissolved finally, replaced again with the same determination that had driven him this far already.

“Love you.”

It was for her that he did this. It was for her that he damned himself, to protect her, to make her happy. He would fix this and then, then he would tell her.

He would make it right. He would make everything right. He had to.

“I love you too.”

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“WOOAAAHHHhhhhh.” Cynthia groaned in satisfaction as she stepped naked from her bathroom back into her bedroom, dumping her towel on the ground and stretching her limbs back out, testing her recovery. “That feels MUCH better!”

“Yup!” She nodded to herself, locating her own first aid kit and making something of an attempt to re-wrap bandages around the wounds Robin had dressed a few hours earlier. “It’s important for a defender of justice to stay in tip top shape!”

Of course, she thought, as she threw herself backwards onto her bed, spreading out across the large mattress, more than anything else she had Robin to thank for how well she’d recovered. ‘He’s so nice!’ She marvelled. ‘He’s always been really nice!’

He said it was just because he was dating Lucina, but she knew better than that! She knew, even if he tried to hide it, he was one of those people that couldn’t help but support true heroes. “Yup!” She nodded to herself, he took after his daughter in that way and Cynthia knew Morgan very well- she had even been seriously considering promoting her to Senior Vice President of the Justice Cabal.

You already saved the world.

“Hehehe.” She giggled, thinking about Robin also reminded her of his words. Hugging herself tight and rolling from side to side across the bed with a giddy smile, she took a few moments to bask in them. It wasn’t even just hollow flattery! That was the best part! She had been there, every step of the way. Anytime she took a step back and thought about everything they’d done it still amazed her, from the ruins of a desolate future all the way to the back of the Fell Dragon himself.

They’d all just taken it in stride, like it had been expected. ‘Well, that’s normal.’ They were a band of the bestest, strongest heroes ever, they were meant to do thigs like that! Still, she thought as her face burned a happy crimson, it was nice to be appreciated like that, even if it was expected.

‘But! A Hero can’t rest on her laurels!’ There was always more battles to fight and always more justice to bring! That was why she was becoming an official Pegasus-Knight after-all, so she could help her father as much as possible. Oh and Robin too of course, he’d definitely need her. “Heheh.” He’d practically relied on her during the last few wars!

You’re my Pegasus-Knight in shining armour.

Laughing happily, Cynthia rolled onto her side, breathing out a soft sigh as her mind filled with thoughts of the gentle tactician. “Ahh.” She breathed, rubbing her thighs together as a soft heat began slowly spreading through her body.

And of course, the more she thought of him, the more she found her thoughts turning back towards their time together this afternoon…memories of what she’d felt, how good it’d been being held by him, being caressed by him, feeling his breath tickling warm across her naked skin… ‘N-No! It wasn’t, it wasn’t like that!’ She scolded herself once more, trying to ignore the way her heart was suddenly pounding in her chest.

She’d never meant to do anything! She hadn’t! ‘I just, I got caught up in the moment!’

Another memory came forwards- a recollection of her, sitting breathless with anticipation as she asked Robin to continue… Biting her lip, she could never forget what happened next, how she’d rolled her tunic to her waist, she’d sat there before him, shivering with excitement as her breasts bounced free into the evening air.

‘Very caught up.’ She admitted, the smouldering desire inside her burning even hotter as she thought about it, as her mind wondered-what would have happened if she’d turned around?

This wasn’t right! She shouldn’t be even thinking about this! She should feel mortified, embarrassed beyond before! Not to mention guilty! Robin belonged to Lucina. She didn’t know much about love or relationships but she was almost certain it wasn’t Heroic to be half-naked in-front of your sister’s boyfriend!

And she knew she would be…would be…“H-Haaa.” The moment she calmed down.

But right now, with the pulsing warmth spreading even faster through her and with a perilous ache from between her legs, Cynthia was too pre-occupied.

“It was…it was like this.” She murmured, rolling onto her back and tracing her fingers along her stomach, trying to mimic the effect the tactician’s touch had done to her.

Shivering and squirming she trailed her finger lower, tracing it across her sides. “O-Oooh! Ah!” She gasped, her hips suddenly bucking wildly off the bed. Gods! Even now, hours later, she was still so incredibly sensitive from whatever he’d done to her! “Nagaaaa.” She whimpered, just the lightest touch was doing this to her.

“And then he…”

Sucking in a breath, she hesitated, holding her finger a few centimetres from her heaving breasts, anticipation building as she remembered the intensity of the feeling he’d given her- how she’d cried aloud the moment his hand had made contact.

“Just like…like this…”

Sliding her hand up, Cynthia dragged her fingers slowly across the underside of her large mounds, “A-AHNNN!” She moaned, her delight echoing loud around the room as she instinctively reached up, wrapping both hands securely over her chest. “NNMmmmmaaa!”

It felt good. Really, really good…

…But still not as good as when Robin did it.

‘It never does.’ She admitted, leaning back with a sigh and gently kneading her breasts against herself.

When he’d first started looking after her, she’d been curious enough to try matching the way his caress had felt on her legs. After that she’d tried to tease her arms just the same as he did…it was never quite the same, never quite as intense. Each time she tried she just wound up remembering the feeling of his hands on her.

Was that what a man’s touch felt like? Was that what Lucina experienced?

Frowning, Cynthia pushed that thought away, she always tried not to think about that. She never wanted to be jealous of her sister, not after every pain Lucina had borne for her, she more than deserved any good thing that happened to her. If Robin made Lucina happy, then Cynthia supported their relationship with her entire soul!

Still…

‘I wonder if Robin likes them big?’ She wondered idly as her thoughts wandered back to the tactician. She remembered Severa saying that once, the first time the red-head had worn a bra- that all men loved women with big breasts. ‘Hmm.’ She was pretty sure hers were quite a bit larger than Severa’s these days, almost as big as Noire’s.

‘Probably not.’ She concluded a moment later, he was dating Lucina after all and everyone had seen him reject Lady Tharja’s advances.

Did…did that disappoint her?

“G-Geeeeez!” She moaned, squeezing her legs even tighter together as a pulsing desire continued to rise between them, hotter with each thought of the tactician and stronger with every movement her hands made across her chest. “Why am I even thinking about him!?”

It didn’t make sense! He was with Lucina, she was happy for both of them. “I’m not interested in Robin.” He wasn’t her kind of guy AT ALL.

Letting her resolve slip a little, Cynthia slid her left hand slowly down her body, gasping happily as her fingers brushed gently over her aching pussy.

This was all too much, she wasn’t used to any of these feelings. Even just exploring her body like this was something she’d only discovered recently, barely even several weeks ago. She’d returned to her room after being treated by Robin and found herself assailed by the same unfamiliar feelings his touch always left on her, a pulsing need that didn’t go away no matter how long she tried to distract herself.

She’d spent the night tossing and turning, burning up inside as he juices dripped wet down her thighs and her body ached to be held in ways no-one had done before. Eventually, wide awake and breathing hard, she’d let her fingers roam across her skin, it had been little more than a momentary act, a small tentative exploration, tracing her hands up and down her body just the way he did- frantically seeking a relief she didn’t understand.

Of course, it had NOTHING to do with Robin! She didn’t think about him AT ALL when she did so! Robin was a boring old tactician, that was totally NOT her kind’a guy.

“I want, I want, my prince.”

Nope, she didn’t think about Robin, ever. She thought about…about the man of her dreams! Her prince! She was a princess, so that made sense to her. Of course, she hadn’t met anyone like that, but even her mother had told her she definitely would! She just needed to find him, her true love!

Leaning back into the mattress with an excited grin, Cynthia screwed her eyes closed… She could see him now, standing tall and proud, his black cloak blowing majestically in the wind… on a battlefield… surrounded by Risen!

“H-Nghaaa!” She gasped, her right hand squeezing her chest a little harder as another hot shiver ran through her.

She envisioned him fighting valiantly…his sword flashed left and right, cutting down foes as fast as they came! But still, more were appearing! Even he was going to be overrun!

“H-Hold on! I’m… I’m on my way!” She screamed, her mouth falling open to a loud moan mid-sentence as her fingers gently spread her pussy lips apart, running bare across the sensitive flesh.

She could see him turning to her, his eyes flashing with hope as she dove closer, her spear flashing with the light of justice as she closed in on the monstrous foes! Fire burning from within and a courageous battle cry on her lips!”

“Don’t give up!” She screamed to him, an electric surge of pleasure slamming through her as her fingers began carefully twisting around her hard nipples. “Mirac-Miracles only occur for th-aaahn-those with the determination to never stop trying!”

She paused.

‘Hmmm.’

No. That didn’t seem right. It wasn’t bad…but…

She could see him turning to her, his eyes flashing with renewed hope as she dove closer, her Pegasus’s wings beating furiously as she raised her spear high, letting all see it shining bright with the light of justice!

“I’ll only say this once! So listen well!” She gasped, her body shaking as her movements were renewed. “The Shepherd’s Aerial Ace! With a hero’s soul and an unbreakable spear! A warrior of truth! The Pegasus-Knight Cynthia! Is ME!”

‘Y-Yeah!’ That was much better. She could just see her love staring at her now, his eyes full of admiration and wonder…and her foes trembling before her fury! Even though they were Risen!

“I-I’m here!” Pushing her fingers back and forth over the small nub at the top of her pussy, Cynthia’s cries echoed loud around the room (dulled thankfully by the soundproofing hex her parents had installed -for her privacy- after a few too many late night heroic-speech practice sessions). Shaking and gasping, her thoughts ran even faster as the pleasure within her rose to new heights, her mind going numb with pleasure. “Anot-Another mission complete!”

“Of course.” She imagined him saying after she’d finished off the last of their enemies, offering her his hand and easing her from her mount, to his side. “Just as I planned, I knew I could trust you.”

“I’m j-just, G-Gha-haaaa!” Moaning and shaking, Cynthia knew she wouldn’t last much longer now, she was too sensitive, too painfully aroused, she couldn’t take much more of this! “I-I’m just happy to see you safe!”

Smiling, he embraced her. And now she was naked, and so was he. Except she didn’t quite know what that would look like, so he still had underwear on. But it didn’t matter because she was in his arms.

“U-GHHAAAAAAN!” She gasped, her body trembling violently as she kneaded her breasts even harder, clamping almost painfully on her nipples and feeling her hips bucking relentlessly against her fingers, the heat inside her building to an incredible crescendo!

She, she didn’t know what came next! B-But, it didn’t matter, it felt good! So good! ‘Naga!’ She was in his arms, she could feel his fingers caressing her body, his hands pressing warm and strong against her chest, his length grinding against her entrance with an indescribable friction.

“I knew you’d save me.” She knew he would whisper, kissing her lovingly as their bodies ground even hotter together. Secure in his arms, her breathing turned into ragged pants and she lost all semblance of control. “You’re my Pegasus-Knight in shining armour.”

“KYAA-HIAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHNNNN!”

Screaming at the top of her lungs, Cynthia’s entire body arched into the bed, her legs thrashing wildly in the air as an incredible jolt of pleasure slammed through her, blowing away all other thoughts and leaving her slumped into a mindless heap, shuddering and moaning as warm aftershocks continued to run through her.

“W-Wooaaaaah.” She breathed out in a shaky moan, turning on her side and wrapping her arms snugly around herself, her body still shivering from the throes of such a powerful orgasm.

If she’d stopped for a moment to think a little more about her supposedly un-named Prince, she would have felt terrible…however, with her thoughts addled and having been already exhausted from such a long day, Cynthia made no effort to fight the comfortable fatigue that settled around her. Smiling contentedly, she simply draped a blanket around herself and let her thoughts fade off into pleasant dreams.

“Mmmmm.”

Drifting off like this, warm and happy as she basked in the glow of such an incredible high, she returned gently to her fantasies…to where she could see herself, lying on that hill with her lover, wrapped up against him, both covered in his thick cloak.

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Three Days Ago

“You’re not wearing panties today?”

“Huh?” Knocked from her thoughts as she finished buttoning up her dress, Lissa turned to where her husband was peering curiously over to her from their bed. “Oh, ah, nope. Didn’t feel like it today.”

“You’ve been doing that often lately.” He pointed out, his face turning a little harder as he fixed her with a stoic look.

“Have I?” She wondered, counting back the last few days and humming as she realised he was right. It wasn’t something she’d put any conscious thought into until now, it’d never been more than a whim. “Huh, I guess so. Well I wa-”

“Is this some plan to try entice me?” He interrupted, a tiny mote of frustrated anger poisoning his words. “I’ve told you already, if you wish for us to have sex then it is to be in our bedroom. I won’t allow otherwise.”

Lissa winced and dropped her eyes, they’d had this discussion many times before and she didn’t enjoy it anymore this time.

His face softened slightly at the sight and his words grew calmer. “Imagine your reputation, if someone were to find out. You would be ruined.”

“I-” Sighing she stopped, shaking her head and relenting. There wasn’t any reason to argue. “No, it’s not because of that.”

Despite the unpleasantness of his words, it was the truth in her own that made her heart ache dully. She’d tried enticing him like that already, perhaps she’d even been too pushy about it, in trying to add some variance to their lovemaking. She’d tried a hundred times to excite him… This time, she hadn’t even thought about it.

It hadn’t occurred to her even once lately and…thinking about it now, she wasn’t sure if she even wanted to. She still hadn’t yet come to her husband at night, nor had she craved the feeling of his warmth against her, what would she even do if he did finally come to her? How would she react if he finally lost that stubbornness of his? She didn’t know.

“I know you don’t want that.” She added, again speaking the truth as she turned away and continued to get ready for the day. “I wasn’t even thinking about it actually, I just, I guess I just haven’t felt like wearing them recently.”

That was true as well, she’d always enjoyed going without in the past, it’d been a bit of a sneaky thrill, but it gave her pause as well. She hadn’t even been thinking about it, and yet, as he’d pointed out, she’d gone bare almost as often as she hadn’t in the last few days. It had just felt right, it had felt natural to go without.

Biting her lip as her face flushed, it wasn’t hard for her to figure out why. ‘Robin’s a very busy man. No need to waste his time.’ She joked with herself, remembering the words Tharja had spoken not long ago and realising that perhaps she wasn’t quite so different from the sorceress after all. It really was fun to walk around knowing that at all times she was willing, she was available, that he could take her wherever and whenever he craved- to have him pull her away in a small moment of privacy and slide right into her...

A shiver ran through her spine and she quickly banished those thoughts. It was almost scary how easily she surrendered to his whims now, even in all the time they’d spent together in the past, shed’ never felt as wholly his as she did now.

“Very well.” He relented and she heard his tone lighten, “Well, so long as you’re careful. You’ve certainly seemed happier lately.”

“That’s ‘cause you’re home!” She laughed, bouncing back over to the bed and pulling the spluttering swordsman into an abrupt hug. “I missssed you!” Even despite everything that had happened, those words were no lie, having her husband back brought a happiness she’d ached for every day of his absence.

“Hmph.” He tried not to look as happy as she knew he was to hear that. “Well. That’s for the best I suppose. I’ll be here for another few months.”

“Mnnnngg!” She huffed angrily.

“I have to.” They’d had this argument enough too, he knew her coming words. “I’m Basilio’s right hand, I have to return to him.”

“Then, at lea-”

“No.” He knew this one as well. “Your place is here, in Ylisse. I’ll not take you from your people.”

She scowled.

“You would hate it there anyway. Away from your friends, away from your family. It’s no place for you.”

Lissa sighed. As frustrating as it was to admit, he was right. She didn’t want to live in Regna Ferox, not really. She didn’t like the cold, there wasn’t all that much to do and she knew she’d be lonely without everyone else back in Ylisstol… “I just, I miss you.” She whispered sadly, drooping slightly as she pulled away, her mood soured by the thoughts of him leaving again.

“It’s for the best.” He assured her. “And when Owain is born, he will be raised in Ylisstol with all his friends.”

Twisting her hands around each other, Lissa found herself surprisingly uncomfortable with that thought. Of course Owain would be born, of course she would be a mother one day- sometime soon most likely.

“Right.” She answered finally, unsure why that thought left her so unsettled. Sighing, she pushed her unease away, turning her thoughts back to getting ready for the day.

Maybe she would go bother Robin? He was always good for a laugh when she was down and needed to take her mind off things?

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Two Days Ago

“And so, I finally managed to talk her out of it. Honestly, I’ve no idea where some of Morgan’s ideas come from, but they’re certainly…they’re certainly.” Frowning, Lucina paused her recollection. “Robin? Are you listening to me?”

Looking up from his paperwork and leaning forward onto his hands, it took every ounce of willpower he had to keep his voice level. “Yes, of course I am. And I agree, her thinking can sometimes be a little…unorthodox.”

Moving forward a step, Lucina ignored his attempt to continue the conversation. “Is everything alright? You seem a little distracted.”

Swallowing a dry throat, Robin’s pulse quickened, he’d thought he’d hidden it better. In his defence, even keeping his thoughts straight right now was a herculean task, even, or perhaps especially with his fiancé standing barely a few metres from where he sat.

Even so, he was trying his best, he was fighting with everything he had to maintain his focus on what Lucina was saying, on her report about their daughter, on…

…On anything except how Tharja was currently sitting under his desk, or how she was currently between his legs. Gods! On anything except how her mouth felt, warm and soft, sliding slick up and down the length of his cock…

The dark mage on the other hand, seemed to have no such qualms- pumping her hands furiously around the base of his shaft and hungrily swallowing as much as she could take, it was clear her focus was entirely single-minded. Completely unconcerned about the former Exalt, he had no doubt, Tharja was thinking only about pleasing him, about milking every last drop from his balls.

For all her enthusiasm to the task, the sorceress wasn’t quite able to swallow him completely like Lucina could, even as greedily as she continued to suck his length, she was only able to take a little over half of it comfortably down her throat. ‘S-Sweet Naga!’ However, with the soft touch of her fingers twisting around his base, sliding up and down to meet her full soft lips with each motion, she easily equalled his fiancé’s skills.

“I suppose I am distracted.” He admitted carefully, flinching as the dark mage bobbed her head down once more, her tongue swirling hard around the underside of his length.

“What’s wrong?” Lucina asked, taking another dangerous step forward, close enough now that he could smell the gentle aromas of her perfumes. Their close proximity, the danger and the excitement, only heightened Robin’s arousal even further. Clenching his fists, he could feel his cock twitching violently inside Tharja’s mouth, his peak approaching rapidly.

“Nothing’s wrong.” He laughed, fighting back an instinctive urge to reach below his desk and place his hands on the back of the sorceresses head. “It’s only…” Pausing a second, Robin’s words fell away as she slid her tongue teasingly across his glans, forcing him to hide his reaction behind a breathless sigh.

“Only, you look so beautiful today. It’s hard to take my eyes off you.” He finished a half moment later, smiling warmly at the woman he loved, basking in the simple joy of her presence…while the woman who loved him moved a hand to his balls, gently squeezing and massaging them. “You’ve changed how you style your hair?”

“I-Ah! R-Robin!” Lucina stammered in embarrassment, leaping back a step instinctively as her face flushed a happy crimson. “Yes, I, well… Mother and auntie Lissa have been saying I should for some time now.” Looking away, she reflexively reached up, running a hand through her silken blue tresses.

“It really suits you.” He answered easily. Cut slightly shorter, Lucina’s hair now ran only a little past her shoulders, and with her side-bangs trimmed away, her whole face was now a lot more open. It was breath-taking…almost as much as the feeling of Tharja’s mouth, hot and wet, wrapped tight around his shaft.

“W-Well, I’m, that’s…” Even with everything they’d done and all that they’d shared, Lucina was still utterly terrible at taking an honest compliment.

Watching Lucina’s hidden shy side, did nothing to calm Robin’s excitement though and with the dark mage’s hands moving ever faster along his length, he knew he was fast approaching his limits…

Blushing and smiling, Lucina flashing him a warm, loving grin and his whole body almost melted from happiness.

Delighted and eager, Tharja dragged her tongue around his cockhead, dutifully licking up his pre-cum and his breath hitched dry in his throat.

He couldn’t take much more of this! Already his hips were bucking involuntarily against her and it was taking everything he had just to keep from groaning aloud at the sorceress’s masterful touch.

“Lucina.” He gasped, just barely managing to force his voice steady. “Come here.”

Confused but still clearly happy, she stepped forward without hesitation, leaning right up in-front of his desk. “Alright, is there som-Wha!?” Shrieking in surprise, his fiancé was taken completely off-guard when his arms shot out, grabbing hold of her shoulders and dragging her almost from her feet into his embrace.

Unable to wait even a second longer, Robin pulled her forcefully against him, crashing his lips into hers with every ounce of passion he held, reaching around and taking a gentle hold around the back of her head, his tongue pressed imploringly against her lips.

Acting on instinct, Lucina surrendered herself to him instantly. “Ahmmaaaa.” Moaning happily, she closed her eyes, reaching her own arms around his and leaning deeper into the kiss.

Cupping his ball gently in her hands, Tharja could clearly feel them tighten, could easily tell just how close he was. Sliding slowly back up his length, dripping wet from anticipation, she leaned back, leaving only the tip of his cock in her mouth, taking firm hold of his shaft with both hands once more, wrapping them tight around him and pumping with hungry desperation.

‘NAGA!’

He was kissing the woman he loved while another woman sucked him off. His lips were pressed passionately against those of the woman he loved, while another’s were sealed tight around the head of his shaft. It was incredible! Indescribable! It was amazing and terrible, wrong and right, it was a thousand things he couldn’t even begin to understand.

A surge of raw pleasure ran down Robin’s spine, and his world went white.

“M-GHHHHMM!” He almost screamed into Lucina’s mouth, kissing her desperately as his cock twitched one last time, his entire body tensing up for one single moment. “MGH-HAAA!” And then, all at once, it exploded! Again and again blasts of hot, thick cum sprayed directly into the sorceress’s waiting mouth.

With her lips forming an almost painful seal around his cock, Tharja desperately sucked down every fraction of his essence, even as her mouth was filled to bursting with his seed, still she refused to let even a single drop escape.

“H-Hahaaa.” He sighed, breaking the kiss a moment as his strength left him. Leaning against Lucina’s shoulder another light shudder ran through his body as he felt the sorceress finally disengage from his cock, releasing it into her soft hands as she laid her head against him, purposefully making sure he could feel her cheeks, still bulging with his release.

*Shluurp.*

And that he could feel, her throat pulsing with each careful swallow as she made a show of savouring his flavour, taking her time slowly gulping down every last ounce of his essence.

“R-Robin!” Lucian hissed, her anger quickly pulling him back to his senses as she pushed him back into his seat, her face burning red with both anger and embarrassment.

“What are you doing!?” She continued, gesturing over her shoulder to where the door to his office was wide open. “That was- Gods! Naga forbid! Anyone could have walked by!”

“Sorry.” He answered, not looking a bit of it as he slumped back in his seat, a wide roguish grin across his face. “I couldn’t resist.”

“This isn’t like you, being so reckless.” She sighed, turning in place and putting some distance between them again as she peered out the door, her entire body sagging with relief when she saw no-one was around. “Don’t…don’t think I don’t wish to…but, but imagine if someone had seen us! What if Father had come by?”

“Chrom’s in court for another few hours and none of the others have any reason to be back here for at least the next few hours.”

He knew he should feel bad about putting her in such a situation, but truthfully, it was a little difficult to really feel Lucina’s scolding right now. Not when Tharja had begun affectionately dragging her tongue around his shaft, lovingly cleaning his entire length.

“Still, I…” Looking a little abashed, Lucina moved back closer to him. “I just, it-”

“Stay.” He interrupted, raising his hand towards the door and focussing a small wind spell into it, seeking only her permission to seclude them in his office. “Olivia won’t be here for a while, we’ve got time. It’s been a while since we’ve spent some time here alone…”

Biting her lip and shifting her weight from foot to foot, Lucina wore her desire clear on her face as clear as the conflict she battled in her heart. It was almost a minute later before she finally shook her head, letting out a regretful sigh. “I, I’d better not.”

“Tonight.” She whispered, clasping his hand in hers and cancelling the spell. “I’ll come back tonight, before dinner, when everyone’s gone home.” That was the best concession she could make, satisfying both their desires…as well as providing the dangerously enticing thought of her sitting down for dinner with her family while feeling his seed dripping wet down her legs.

“Tonight then.” He nodded, an eager grin on his face as the same thought lodged clearly in his mind.

Both women leaned forward together.

Lucina planted one final, lighting fast, kiss on his lips. Grinning bashfully at him for a moment, she turned and with a final wave, was gone a moment later.

Tharja planted a soft, loving, kiss on the tip of his cock, smiling at her handiwork for a moment, she pushed it carefully back into his trousers, giving it one final pat before leaning away.

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“Comfortable?” Robin asked a few minutes later, locking the door to his office with a flick of his wrist as Tharja wriggled herself into a seated position on his lap.

“Very.” She nodded, happily wrapping her arms around him and leaning against his shoulder. “That was fun.”

“That was dangerous.” He corrected, noting how apt Lucina’s words had been, it really had been reckless. Just not in the way she meant it. “I honestly wasn’t expecting her to come by.”

Having dropped in barely a few minutes after he’d sent Olivia across town on a delivery, Lucina had hardly been terribly subtle. Thankfully, despite having almost the exact same intentions, Tharja had already been under his desk by the time the princess had dropped in.

“You were the one who invited her in.” The sorceress teased him in return, dragging a finger across his chest with a quiet laugh.

“True.” He conceded, but then, it wasn’t as if he’d had any choice in that matter, he could hardly have left her standing outside his office. And, he certainly hadn’t intended for anything like that to happen, he reminded himself in a small burst of righteous indignation, that had all been Tharja’s initiative.

“Still…’ Sitting now in a warm afterglow, it wasn’t as if he regretted it. ‘That was, Gods, what a rush.’ Between his fear and his lover’s skill, he didn’t think he’d ever cum so fast from a blowjob before in his life. Wrapping his arms around her thin waist, Robin pulled Tharja a little closer against him and leant his head back with a satisfied smile.

“Speaking of Olivia though...” Tharja hummed, surprising him with the sudden change of topic.

“Oh?”

Chewing over her words, she instead laid her lips against his neck, pressing a slow series of light kisses across him. “I’ve seen the way she looks at you now.” She spoke finally. “I’ve seen the heated glances she sends you when she thinks no-one is looking. She’s come to rely on you, hasn’t she? Being your assistant, it’s become very important to her.”

“She wants to look after me.” Robin explained hesitantly. The thoughts Tharja was raising were familiar to him, but airing them was surprisingly difficult, he hadn’t yet said any of this aloud. “She’s missed that, being useful, being needed, ever since the war. It’s something even her dancing can’t give her.”

Olivia had suffered from self-esteem issues as long as he’d known her, likely for most of her life. Feeling wanted, the way she had with the Shepherds, had meant so much to her that he could scarcely imagine how difficult it must have been for her ever since. Between Gregor’s constant absence and Inigo’s travels, he imagined that clinging to the idea of being a dutiful wife had been all that had kept her going.

Frowning at those thoughts, he kept his silence. Even as candid as he was with Tharja, the only one who knew the full extent of his situation, he still had no intention of baring Olivia’s soul open for her inspection. The dancer was a dear friend of his, what he’d learned in his time with her was for him alone to know.

“I see.” Tharja nodded, accepting his minimal explanation. “But, it’s more than that isn’t it?”

Twisting around in his lap, she pulled herself even tighter against him, letting her breasts push softly into his chest and kissing a little hotter up his neck. “She’s falling for you, isn’t she?”

“Hmm.” He grunted noncommittally, sliding his hand down her back to take hold of her tight round ass as the sorceress began nibbling on his ear, her rapid breathing easily giving away her excitement.

“She wants you.” Tharja moaned happily, her body sliding anxiously back and forth in his lap. “She’s next isn’t she? You’re going to take her. Conquer her. Bind her to you.”

“You’re going to make her yours.” She panted, her body shaking against his and her arousal clear. “And she’s going to love you for it. Every step of the way.” Just like she did.

“It will be her choice.” Robin answered simply, still finding it difficult to talk openly of his plans.

Her choice. Influenced entirely by her actions. Guided entirely by his words…but still, it would remain her choice.

“I’m surprised.” There was no doubt in the sorceress’s mind what the dancer’s choice would be. “Lissa and now Olivia? I never expected you would start with the married women.”

Robin flinched, that same guilt had run through him countless times. “It wasn’t intentional.” He ground out through clenched teeth. He’d never intended to start with anyone godsdamnit! Even when he’d finally accepted his new needs, he’d never once planned to lay his hands on the wives of his closest companions.

“Lissa was…we’ve got a history together.” Emmeryn’s day, that was all it was. If it had been any other day he wouldn’t have. If it hadn’t just been…so perfectly timed, he wouldn’t have. He wouldn’t have!

“And Olivia was just…” He paused. “It just happened. Finding her, making her my assistant, it was a co-incidence. I didn’t plan for that.” There was no denying that, he’d found her entirely by chance, he hadn’t even guessed what was going on between her and Gregor until that night, he’d been stunned to see her like that! And then…his plan, it was…it wasn’t premediated, it was just pure opportunism.

“And, just what is your plan?” Tharja giggled, her excitement from this very clear. “Who else are you planning to bring to your bed?”

“Or…” She purred before he could answer. “Will it be to our bed?”

“My plan.” Robin forced back a wince, carefully ignoring that suggestion. “Is to involve as few women as possible.”

The need for secrecy with this was obvious, each new woman involved would make things an order of magnitude more complicated. He hadn’t had any plan by the time he’d approached Lissa, but now…

Rolling his eyes at her disappointed sigh, he continued. “Olivia was never intended but if she comes to me, then so be it. What’s important is that right now there’s two people who could easily give everything away.”

Even now, his words came only with great effort. It was difficult, almost impossibly difficult to say these things aloud. To sit and talk of plans to act against his friends, to manipulate them to his wishes. It felt almost like treason.

“I intend to give them both an incentive not to.” He added finally. The incentive obviously being that they would both also be his lovers instead. “With Lucina, you, Lissa and both of them, that should surely be enough, even for a dragon’s needs.”

“Huhmm. Two people who could…” Tharja paused, thinking over his words. “Oh! Ooohh! Heh, hehehee!” It didn’t take her long to follow Robin’s line of thought.

“Now.” Robin grunted, more than fed up with the conversation. “Olivia’ll be back soon. I don’t intend to waste any more time talking.”

So saying, he took a firm hold of her hips, pushing her off him and sending her splayed flat across his desk with a shriek.

“Ahahaha!” Shaking her ass enticing towards him, Tharja’s laugh was one of giddy anticipation, one that only raised in pitch as his fingers dug into her bodysuit, hooking under her panties.

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Yesterday

“Good morning Robin.”

Looking up from his work as the dancer sashayed into his office, Robin’s heart stopped dead in his chest, a bolt of excitement running hot through his spine the instant he saw her.

He saw it in her instantly.

He knew it from the light blush on her cheeks, the slight pursing of her lips and from the nervous excitement dancing in her eyes…but more than that, with his entire body shivering in delight, he knew it from the clothes she’d chosen.

Pressed pristine, lacking even the slightest sign of use, they were clearly brand new. Her latest, most alluring outfit, more enticing than anything else he’d seen her in, more sexual than anything he’d ever imagined her in. He knew instantly, this wasn’t an attire brought for the performances she would give on Ylisse’s grandest stages, but instead purchased just for the dances she would give here, in his office. She had chosen it just for this job. Just for today. Just for him.

“Good morning Olivia.”

Leaning back in his chair, Robin couldn’t keep a smile from his lips as he marvelled at the sight, watching enraptured as she stepped carefully into place- the black silk of the side-tie sarong standing in irresistible contrast to her creamy white things and the purple trim doing its job, drawing his gaze up and along the fabric wrapped tight over her full breasts.

She had always been gorgeous but now- presented before him, swaying for him, wearing his colours, Olivia was more beautiful than she had ever been.

And he knew, without a single doubt, what the dancer wanted, more than anything else. To be his. His assistant, his confidant, his support. His woman.

Olivia had made her choice.

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AN: Whelp, there we go! For all those that asked for it, Lucina finally got her first threesome…she just isn’t aware of it yet, haha.

And we got to see Cynthia, so I got to use an ungodly amount of CAPS and exclamation marks! Man, I love Cynthia. Also, just another thing that makes this story unique, I bet you’ve never seen a story where Cynthia’s calling out battle cries as she orgasms before! I think it suits her, love to hear anyone else’s thoughts on it.

On that note, each one is a (fairly blatant) reference, I’ll give props to anyone who gets them all. Give it a go!
And now! We’re all caught up to Olivia’s chapter! What next, what next indeed…
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