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The Lyre and the Bow	By : FunctionalCircle Category: +A through F > Fire Emblem (all) > Fire Emblem (all) Views: 3638 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of Fan Made fiction involving characters and story-lines from the Fire Emblem series.. This is done for absolutely no profit and is meant for entertainment purposes. Legally mature readers only

Chapter List
- 1-The Lyre and the Bow
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Some Notes:
The events here take place shortly after Ike and his Army leave Goldoa in Fire Emblem: Radiant Dawn.
While this isn't my first fan-fic per se, it is my first to include hardcore sex scenes. Please judge accordingly.
Also, this fic is fairly story heavy and quite long. Think of this as a three act structure, with the true meat of the story, forgive the pun, only happening as the third act.
There is violence, but it's fairly PG, nothing anyone could find overly offensive.
And finally, while this is technically an Anthro, or "Furrie", story, I largely wrote it in the context of this universe. As a result, the catgirl is not fetishized, nor is any particular importance placed on the fact that she is not purely human, other than a few details acknowledging her species, as ignoring it would be a disservice to the characters. The story was written with the idea that people who may not appreciate these themes could be able to largely ignore it without much problem, while not removing this point entirely. Just letting you know what you are getting into.

The Lyre and the Bow

The rolling green forests of Gallia were silent that night, bathed under the silvery glow of a full moon in a clear sky. It was only days after the Laguz army had retreated from Begnion, arriving in the kingdom of beasts after a less than pleasant encounter with the Goldoan dragons. The kingdom knew it was only a matter of time before the Senators of the empire made their next move, and as a result the tribes of Gallia, while restless, were busy in their villages preparing for imminent war, leaving the dense woods in an uncomfortably peaceful state.
*THWIP*.........*THUD*
In an instant, the silence was broken by the hiss of an arrow, and just as quickly as it came, it returned to it's former atmosphere.
*THWIP*...*THUD*
Again, an arrow was fired, this time further interrupting the quiet with the splintering of wood.
In a clearing, by the side of a river over 50 yards wide, stood Shinon, expert Sniper for the Greil Mercenaries. He stood on the edge of the waters surface, his hand-crafted bow held tightly in his powerful gloved hands, his usual tunic shed in favor of a lighter undershirt more suitable for this weather. Quickly, he drew another arrow out of his quiver, notching it against his bowstring, before carefully taking aim. His slender, toned body, clearly defined under his shirt, moved with such calm and fluidity that at first glance, one might have thought him to be doing an act as natural as breathing, before seeing the murderous intent he put into every shot. For what felt like an eternity, he carefully lined up his target. As the wind blew through his long, pulled back red hair, he stood almost motionless, waiting for his moment. There was no hurry, and no need to rush. Smoothly, and with no hesitation, his sighed outwardly.
*THWIP*.*THUD!*
His bolt flew straight and true, and before any possible onlookers would have realized he had even let go of the string, the arrow connected, splitting through his previous shot, just as his last one did.
Shinon stared ahead, his handsome face frozen in his typical brooding expression. His ears twitched slightly, and once more he elegantly reloaded his Silencer, his body moving slowly and methodologically...
When suddenly he had whirled around, letting his arrow fly almost as soon as he began moving.
Within that same instant, a figure erupted from the underbrush, moving almost as fast as the shot that was fired. The shadowy form leaped from the woods, and slid into the clearing, the arrow missing it's shoulder by less than half a pace. The form started forward, when another shot landed right in front of it. There stood Shinon, bow loaded and at the ready, facing the stranger in his midst.
"One more step and I'll skewer you where you stand" He threatened, his voice as hard as his expression.
The figure made no further moves, so Shinon let fly one of his arrows towards a torch he had set up near where he was practicing. It struck it on the side, creating a shower of sparks which lit it, the glow illuminating the area. Never once taking his eyes off his mysterious visitor, his eyes quickly adjusted to the light as he realized who he was dealing with.
There in front of him stood his comrade-in-arms, Lyre, the cat Laguz warrior. Her fierce, yet entrancing blue eyes stared straight ahead at Shinon, matching his cold gaze. She bore her usual combat attire: Thin leather body armor and cloth that hugged her body, making it easier to form shift while also accenting her beautifully shaped B-cup breasts and inviting figure, with long black leggings that further showed off her breathtaking body. While small by both Beorc and Beast standards, no one would dare scoff at the sheer ferocity that she wore plainly on her face, made all the more noticeable by the stripes across the sides of her visage, framed by her pointy cat's ears and fiery orange hair, pulled back messily in the back with braids. She wore a collar around her long, delicious neck, a single bell hanging from it fell into her cleavage, which jingled softly as she breathed. A normal person would not have been able to notice such a thing, by with ears as sharp as his, Shinon had picked it up while she was hiding, exposing her position. Her tail swished from side to side impatiently as he sized her up.
"What are you doing here, kitty" Shinon spoke, in his usual mocking tone, "you would have been better off taking a catnap with the rest of your mangy friends"
"I could ask you the same thing, archer" The beast warrior replied, "The rest of us as busy preparing for war, why are you out here?"
"I don't need to explain myself to one such as you. Why don't you run along before I stick you with a few of my arrows, and maybe teach you Subhumans a little respect."
Shinon saw that he had hit his mark, taking note of how her nostrils flared and the way she bore her fangs at him. While he held no real prejudice towards the Laguz himself, or at least, no more than what he held towards every person her encountered, he knew just what buttons to push to send his opponent off, and Lyre was by no means a difficult target.
"How dare you speak to me this way in our woods, Human scum!" She hissed, her body tensed and ready to fly at him, the only thing holding her back the knowledge that before she could even move a step towards him Shinon could easily pierce her with one of his bolts, something she had seen first hand. She stared at him with bloodlust turning her vision red, enraged at how impotent she felt. "You are a guest in our country, and should I decide to keep an eye on you I have full rights, you ungrateful slime!"
"And why do you feel like you need to follow me? Are you afraid the lone archer will somehow take down you silly beasts as you slept?"
"Because we've fought together for half a dozen campaigns now! Despite how much I hate to say it, we are comrades!"
"We've fought together before? Huh, I can never tell you ugly creatures apart"
For some reason, the idea that he had forgotten about her angered Lyre far more than the previous racism, which surprised the cat. How could he not remember her?
"I can't believe you. First you come with that creepy knight and get me in trouble with commander Kyza, and now this! You humans are as wretched as they say"
As much as he hated to admit it, Shinon couldn't forget such a cute face, and quickly recalled their previous encounter. "So that's what this is about, huh? I got the little pussy all worked up and now you're a bit worked up over it and ready to throw a tantrum, Well, don't waste my time with your whining, I got better things to do" And with that, he lowered his bow, and turned away, the ultimate insult to a warrior like Lyre.
"That's enough!" the Gallian soldier screeched, now unable to control herself, "I refuse to have my honor spat on like this. I challenge you right now, archer."
Shinon stopped, and looked back coolly at the riled up woman. "And how do you expect this to work? I'm an archer, but you're a subhuman shape shifter with better night vision than me. Hardly fair, even for one of my skills."
"Then throw aside your bow, and I will not transform. I am more than capable of cutting down a pathetic human like you without my cat form." She replied venomously, as she removed her leg knife, tossing it to the side, and placed her bottles of Olivi grass down on the ground.
Shinon stared at her, legitimately intrigued by his opponent. Without a word, her removed his quiver, setting it down with his bow, by the torch. He then slowly walked up to Lyre, stopping ten feet away from her, then looked her straight in the eyes. "Let's dance, babe"
Taking advantage of her speed and reflexes, Lyre immediately pounced at him the instant the words were out of his mouth. She delivered a two handed blow straight to his ribs, but, unfazed, he rolled with the hit, spinning around and delivering a solid backhand to the side of her skull. She quickly tumbled to the ground, spinning to move out of his range, than struck at him again. This time, he was ready for it, and managed to fend her off, though not before she tore open his shirt, revealing his taught body, while at the same time reducing his movement slightly. The two locked with each other, struggling a bit before Lyre, remembering tips that Mordecai had given her during training, pulled him to the ground with her. As they struggled to get on top of one another, delivering blows as they rolled, Lyre began descending into an all too common state of mind for her species: Maddening, chaos fueled Bloodlust, Finally delivering a hit right to Shinon's waist, causing him to double over in pain for just a second, was all she needed. The cat quickly got on top of him, and, using her sharp feline fangs, bit into his shoulder, tearing at his flesh. She held him down as he struggled, his muscular body writhing under her, but her enhanced physique was proving to be her advantage.
However, Shinon was not out of moves and, knowing he could never face his commander with the shame knowing he was bested by such a woman where Ike would most likely have triumphed, decided to make one last ditch effort. With a quick motion, he dislocated his right shoulder, allowing him to wiggle out of her clutches, and then struck, fast and hard like one of his arrows. With one clean move, the crimson archer had slashed at her abdomen with his hand. While Lyre's leather armor had reduced most of the blow, which is typically used to pierce the organs of an opponent, it did make her bleed profusely, and the shock of the hit with her fragile state of mind had cause her to almost instantly pass out.
Shinon pushed her limp body off of him, making her land awkwardly on her back. Without a word, he picked himself up and dusted himself off, setting his shoulder into it's proper position. As he gathered his things, he stared over at her body. His blow had split her armor clean in two, exposing her chest and the nasty gash he had made. He stared at her broken body for a moment, and quickly realized than if it was not treated immediately she would bleed out.
For some reason, he felt conflicted. He knew he could just walk away, and that no one would even blame him for what had happened: Lyre stalked him, and then she challenged him to this duel. But at the same time, as he saw her lying there, her calm face, free of her ferocity and now looking quite helpless, reminded him quite a bit of Rolf as a lad.
"Fuck!" the archer swore, as he reached into his bag and removed an elixir he pulled off a Begnion knight he had slain in the Kauku caves. He removed what was left of his shirt, and soaked it in the thick, shining blue liquid. He dressed her wound, familiar with the process from all the injuries he took from Ike in their duels, and poured the rest into her open mouth.
After a few minutes of tense silence, Lyre awoke, coughing and sputtering. She looked around groggily, and, upon feeling her now closed, but still tender, wound on the chest, her eyes fell as she realized that she was in fact defeated.
"Oh" was all she could say, as Shinon watched her as he leaned back against a nearby tree.
"Why...Why... Just why? Why did you save me after I lost? You had no reason to" She moaned silently, her voice thick with the sadness a warrior feels after putting everything on the line and losing it.
"I still owed your sister a dept from the Mad King's war" He mumbled, not usually prepared with dealing with genuine emotion.
This only made her heart sink even further, thinking that her amazing, war hero sister had saved her yet again. At this, she fell silent, as tears rolled down her pure blues eyes, unable to stop herself from breaking down in front of her enemy.
Shinon stood quietly. As she continued to weep, he found himself growing angrier, and angrier, clenching his teeth in frustration as rage built up in him like a dam about to burst, when finally, and without much prompting, he struck Lyre across the face.
"That's enough! What kind of beast is able to break down like that as if she was a little girl!" He roared. "No matter how many times you lose, you don't just accept your place in life like that! You come at your opponent again! And again! And again! It doesn't matter what your up against, even if they only got their place because of sheer chance or family ties! IKE!" He caught himself, realizing he wasn't talking about her anymore. "Ike...Ike... I can't... I can't even look at you."
He turns his back to her, and takes a moment to regain his own composure. Stunned, Lyre looked at his strong back, scuffed and dirty from their fight, and after a moment of stunned silence, actually manages a smile, and simply replies "Thank you"
Shinon, still not facing her, just nodded his head and said "You're wound might be sealed, but your not ready to make the trek back. Get your washed up, then I'll take you to the village."
Not raised with the same social mores as the Beorc, Lyre quickly stripped naked in his presence and waded into the cool water. Despite being more comfortable in colder temperatures than the Beorc, her nipples still quickly become hard and pointy, sticking out quite visibly from her perky breasts, something that Shinon couldn't help noticing despite himself as he sat on the riverbed, though he did his best to remain apathetic. Her pale skin shone in the moonlight as if it were marble, as she slowly scrubbed herself clean, savoring the feeling of the liquid on her flesh as she rubbed herself down, untying her braid so that she could clean the blood from her hair.
After a few moments of silence, she suddenly commented "Why do you need to wait here? This is my country, human, I can get home myself".
Not really ready with an answer for even himself, he replied quickly "Because...uh... Liddle lord Ikey wouldn't let me get away with leaving you helpless and injured. Bah, he doesn't pay me enough for this."
Lyre is puzzled by the hesitation in his voice, but doesn't know what to make of it, so she just continued to lather herself in the river. At the same time, almost subconsciously, she drifted closer and closer to where the marksman was sitting. Suddenly, our of the corner of her eye, she noticed with her incredibly developed night vision the wound she gave him on his shoulder during battle. "By the goddess, did I give that to you?!"
Shinon nodded curtly "It's only a bit stiff, no problem".
"It's not no problem, you're an archer! Where's the healing potion you used on me?"
Shinon sheepishly replied "I used it all on you... wasted it on a subhuman too." He added quickly.
Not even paying attention to the slur, she quickly ran to find the Olivi grass she put down before the fight. She found one, and quickly returned.
"Now hold still" she said sternly, uncapping the bottle. "This is an infusion of Olivi grass. It's not as effective on Beorc as it is on Laguz, but it does have some healing abilities, it'll at least make sure it heals properly"
She poured the unpleasant smelling liquid directly onto his wound. She pretended not to notice him straining to avoid flinching in front of her, and then dumps the remaining liquid onto her hands. "Now, I'm going to apply the rest of this bottle to your bruises and cuts, so just hang in their a second, Beorc" She told him, then began rubbing down his firm back, making sure the oils on her hands got as deep as possible. She massaged his shoulders, before making her way down to his sides, then stroked his strong chest, her bare breasts pressed against his back as she pulled herself in to get a better angle. All he could manage to do is continue with his act that he did not care, even as her soft, delicate, yet surprisingly strong hands, which only a half hour ago were trying to tear him apart, were now making their way down his body, coming uncomfortably close to his manhood, which twitched with excitement as she brushed against his pants a few times.
"There, all finished" she piped, "just give it a half hour or so the seep in and you should be good as new and ready to move". Her own body seemed to have healed quite nicely, though it did leave a faint diagonal scar stretching upwards from left to right, beginning at her thigh and ending just a bit through the bottom of her right tit. Content with her work, she began to put on on what little clothing she had left that was still usable, tying her leggings together to use as a makeshift top.
Shinon remained silent as she changed behind him, which made Lyre feel uncomfortable. Unable to take the silence for much longer, she called out from over her shoulder "So...."
No response.
"How long have you been a mercenary?"
Another long pause. Lyre sighed, a bit let down, for reasons she couldn't even explain to herself, when behind her Shinon replied "For 3 years under Commander Greil, and then for another 3 and a half under widdle lord Ikey."
Finally getting somewhere, Lyre grinned at how much like a child he sounded when mentioning General Ike. "So you've been doing this more of your life then?"
"I'm the best shot there is, so my work is always in demand"
"I can tell. It's not always you see a Beorc outmatch a Laguz unarmed"
"You hadn't transformed, so it wasn't as much trouble"
"Still, you managed to get me down. Dozens of full grown Tigers have been trying to do that to me since I first came of age and joined the army, but your the first one to do it. They're all size, but you know how to use it"
Despite the fact that he had yet to regain his composure after snapping earlier, Shinon still found the conversation with the young cat quite pleasant, if a little annoying.
"What's the farthest target you've hit?" Lyre asked again, rolling in the grass, toying with her tail like a playful kitten, trying to limber up a bit to work out the stiffness from her wounds.
",,,119 yards"
"Wow, that's sounds far" she said, doing a few back flips now. "It's pretty amazing. No wonder your company is so well respected"
"Well, we have a talented commander" Shinon replied absent mindedly.
Lyre couldn't help but notice how he was now complimenting "widdle lord Ikey", or anyone for that matter. She giggled, causing him to turn his head "What are you laughing at, you stupid Laguz?" he asked, causing her to laugh even harder at how he had forgotten his supposed prejudism, despite trying to insult her. Despite feeling like she saw something he didn't, Shinon couldn't quite help but grin at her bubbly attitude, much like a certain student of his.
Shinon then rose from his spot by the river "I'm ready to go, get up and let's head out" he said, walking a bit awkwardly on his leg, clearly still in a bit of pain from the fight.
"Are you sure?" Lyre said, a little concerned "I know i got you pretty good in some soft spots."
"I'll be fine, I just want to get moving now"
"Look" Lyre said, planting herself firmly in front of him "I've seen people take far less damage than you and be unable to move properly for at least an hour. We're a 40 minute walk from the village. You don't need to pretend to act so tough all the time."
"Who the hell do you think you are, cat" He shouted, angrily. "What makes you think you can just say that to me?!"
"Because I'm the exact same way!" She shouted. They both stood silent for a few moments, neither knowing what to say, when Lyre said "Oh, fuck it" and just as quickly as she attacked him last night, she grabbed him and passionately kisses him long and deep.
Shinon is taken off-guard for a moment, but years of holding himself back from ever making real connections with people has been such a strain on him that he just couldn't resist anymore, and he soon started to kiss her back. Seeing how responsive he's been to her sudden move, The lustful cat pushed him back forcefully against a tree, her fingers desperately trying to pull him even closer as he felt up her whole body, eventually resting his hands on her firm, shapely ass, just underneath her tail.
They continued like this for several minutes, Lyre's claws raking against his back as he fondled her, until eventually the marksman couldn't hold back anymore and with one quick motion tears apart her makeshift top, exposing her lovely pale breasts for the second time that night. He grasped one tit in his powerful hands, careful not to pinch her nipples too hard in his vice like grip and he rolled it between his fingers as he slipped his other hand down her skirt. She nibbled his ear gently with her abnormally large fangs, the pain not upsetting him too much, as he put one shiny pink nipple in his mouth, gently suckling on it as he enjoyed her enticing form.
Finally, Shinon gently laid her on the ground and begins to make his way down, planting soft kisses down her firm body, gently licking sucking her just before reaching her waist, paying special attention to her new scars, causing her to squeel in excitement. He slowly pulled down her skirt, taking a moment to appreciate the wonderful sight before him, her pussy already glistening with a bit of lubrication. But there was something odd.
"Why is a member of the beast tribe shaved?" He blurted, then lookef up embarrassingly as Lyre laughed at his reaction. "Aimee told me it's something Beorc women do to please their men, so I thought I'd give it a try. Do you like it?" she responded nervously. Shinon answered the question with another deep kiss, before making his way back down to help himself to her sweet womanhood. He licked and stroked her clit at a good pace, loving how responsive she was being to him mouth-fucking her things quickly instead of building up slowly. One hand remained on her breast, though all restraint had left him at this point. He pinched her nipples as hard as he would squeeze one of his arrows, and her moans of pleasure only encouraged him to go even harder. He buried his face deep in her sex, enjoying her taste as his tongue plunged into her, when suddenly Lyre pulled him up from between her legs and set him down against the floor, frantically tearing at his pants to get them off.
As soon as Shinon's pants were around his ankles, the Gallian was quickly amazed at just how large his cock was, 9 inches when fully erect. She grasped it in her soft, powerful hands and firmly pumped it, getting him to full mast, before she hungrily wrapped her lips around it, taking the head into her mouth and rolled her tongue around it, taking great care not to nick him with the sharp teeth. Shinon was at first worried that her tongue might be rough, like that of a real cat's, but to his pleasant surprise, it actually felt quite soft and even mildly textured, which sent him plunging into a wave of ecstasy as she continued to suck on his manhood as if an antidote was found within.
Gently, she teased him in her mouth as she took him deeper and deeper, until it was about half way in, when she pushed down completely, taking the whole thing into her throat. After holding it for what felt to the archer like hours of bliss, she pulled up and continued bobbing up and down on his shaft. As Shinon groaned in excitement, he doesn't notice her other hand until it was too late, when she plunges her middle finger deep within his ass, and begins tickling his prostate. This gets him off more than he would have expected, as he suddenly started spasming, trying to fuck Lyre's face at the same pace she's moving her finger inside his anus. As he thrust in and out of her mouth, enjoying the wet sound of his dick slapping the back of her throat, he feels the pressure build deep within him. Feeling him tense up, she held him just until the last second when all at once she removed her mouth and jerked him off while driving her digit deep within him, making him burst all over her face. 4 spurts of his warm cum shot onto her, getting her tits, cheeks and hair, including a bit on her ears, covered with his seed.
Shinon fell back a little, trying to catch his breath, when Lyre, again much like a cat, cleaned the jizz off of her face by collecting it on her fingers and licking it of, making sure not to miss a drop. After she finished, she crawled back on top of him, and stared deep into his eyes.
"i hope your enjoying this" she mewed, gently sucking on his neck"
"Oh I know I am" he replied, feeling his member already start to rise from the attention she was giving him.
"Well, I think I've got something that'll really bring your... *spirits* up" Lyre teased, winking at him.
Now fully erect, the master archer tried pulling Lyre down onto him, but she stopped him before he can slip it into her.
"No" the sex kitten said firmly, moving herself off of the now confused Beorc. "I don't want to risk getting pregnant.
"Instead, let's try this" she coyly proposed, crawling off Shinon's chest and bending over so that her face was pressed against the soft forest floor, Her tail was wrapped around her waist to avoid getting in the way and her hands pulled apart her perfectly shaped ass cheeks, her intentions as clear as the night sky.
Stoic as usual, Shinon smoothly lifted himself from the ground and positioned himself behind the soldier on all fours, ignoring the pain from his previous injuries. He gently rubbed her puckered hole with his finger, feeling her gently opening up for him before lightly pressing forward, surprised at how easily his index slipped into her hungry anus. With ease he fit in another finger in, and began pushing in and out as Lyre squirmed underneath him, moaning in sheer pleasure.
Once the Marksman decided his kitten was ready, he set his arrow up at the target, and with careful aim pushed past her ring, popping his head through her sphincter. As soon as it got through, Shinon felt his knees start to buckle from the amazing feeling of her bowels wrapped around his rod. He shoved forward another inch before again having to stop to appreciate how good it felt, when suddenly he heard a noise he hadn't noticed at all that night. Look ing down, he realized that Lyre was feeling the same way, as she had begun to purr loudly at the feeling of the crimson bowman's dick 4 inches deep in her ass.
Encouraged by the knowledge that she was indeed enjoying this, Shinon, feeling more bold, decides to jam in the rest of his prick, completely filling Lyre's bowels. He paused again to enjoy the feeling as he slowly flexed within her, driving her to new levels of pleasure. Confident that she was ready, he begins pulling in and out of her, quickly, like before, and building up even more speed. He felt every twitch and movement her body made as he rammed into her, driving her into another frenzy like during their match, her collar jingling in rhythm to their carnal delight. Lyre's feline side almost took over completely as she began screaming without any sort of restraint, her hips bucking in rhythm to the Archer's thrusts. Her fingers ground into her own pussy as Shinon reached over and pulled back on her hair, arching her back and allowing him easier access as he kept going and going, in and out, until finally he feels that familiar tingle deep inside him. With a roar to match even Skrimir. he pulled himself out of Lyre's now battered asshole while she, quick as always, spun around and wrapped her lips around his dick, catching every drop of his seed that shot out of him, and hungrily swallowing her reward. Both of them now well spent from the night of fighting and fucking collapse onto each other, and drifted into their own fevered dreams as they sleep in each others arms.
The next morning, the two had returned after somehow managing to pull themselves off of each other, and life soon resumed as usual. Begnion's decision to push through Crimea without Queen Elincia's consent had made both parties busy with their respective duties and kept them away from each other.
A few days after the incident, Lyre was enjoying lunch with her twin sister Lethe, when she noticed Shinon in the distance, practicing archery. She asked her sibling, "I've heard that Shinon owed you a life debt during the Mad Kind's war."
"Shinon? Owe a debt?" the older cat responded with a scoff, "He would probably kill himself before something like that happened. In fact, I'd say it's probably thanks to his skills that half of us veterans of that war are still breathing today."
"Is that so?" Lyre respond with a grin, and looking over her shoulder, she resolved to take every opportunity to follow him the next time he went out into the woods to train.
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