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Chapter List
- 1-Celica
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N: In all honesty, I've been thinking about doing something like this for a little while. FE just has too many good-loking women to ignore. Do note that this is obviously non-canon to the main story, not that I won't make a small nod to it here and there. Anyway, the first girl to make an appearance will be the leading lady of Shadows of Valentia, Celica! Done per request from The Count. Like I said in the summary, don't expect anything but PWP running rampant.
"Look, I know you're curious about it, you and Mae both, but that gate is an unknown, and for all we know it could kill you if you try to walk through it. Just leave it alone, and let's continue on our journey, ok Celica? Please?" She knew Boey was more than likely right, that the silver gate, doors flung open and shining with a soft, welcoming blue glow, was trouble, and best to be avoided, she knew that. But the urge to walk through its doors was maddening. And so she found herself, armor donned, sword in hand and a note scribbled on her nightstand, standing before the entrance to the gate.

'Oh I hope I don't end up regretting this.' And stepping through the door, into the azure light, Celica felt like she was walking through a cool plane of water, the light feeling soothing, pleasent even. 'This isn't so baaaaaad, OH GODS BOEY WAS RIGHT BOEY WAS RIGHT!' Then an unseen force roughy grabbed her, the calming light shifting into an angry, swirling vortex. She didn't even have time to scream before a sharp sound, like rolling, distant thunder reached her ears, and she was tossed out, landing sharply on her backside.

"Owwwww. It had to be rocks, really?" Gingerly rubbing her poor, pained posterior, Celica stood, shivering in the light chill of the wet, dark cave. Fingers snapping as a bright, warm flame appeared above them, Celica started to explore the cave, the priestess of Mila pushing aside the light panic she felt growing in her chest. "Freak out later, search for anything I can use now. I hope I remember Sir Mycen's survival lessons...."

After several minutes of walking, finding nothing, Celica heard the distant thunder again. Heart jumping, she took off in a quick jog, mindful of her steps on the wet rock. Wouldn't do to slip and break her neck now. As she reached a clearing in the cave, she could hear a voice coming from around the bend. "Hnnngh, that hurt, definitely hurt. Beats drowning in that cavern though. Stupid silver doors."

I'm sorry, did you say silver- woah!" Barely twisting out of the way, a far-too accurate arrow whizzed by her ear, and she brought up her hands in the universal sign of peace. "Hey! I'm sorry if I startled you, but I don't mean you any harm! Please, lower your bow." After a short moment, the green-haired boy did so, regret clear on his face. Hands still raised, she approached him slowly, noting his soaked frame was wracked with shivers, even as he tried to fight them. "I can help with that, if you'll let me?"

"F-fire magic?" She nodded, concern rising at his chattering. "Yeah, g-go ahead." With a slow inhale, she called warmth to her hand, and passed them over the archer's body, the cold leaving him, replaced by blessed heat. After a short moment, Celica finished, and with strength that surprised the young lad, hauled him to his feet. "That was, really cool. I've never seen magic used like that before." A small smile graced her features, whilst inwardly she beamed. It wasn't often she found somebody who saw one of the most basic fire spells to be cool.

"Thank you. It's one of the first things we're taught where I come from. Fire is the most basic, but control-intensive spells around. My name is Celica, a preistess of Mila. What's yours?" Extending her arm, the boy, who looked a year, maybe two, her junior, took it, and now it was her turn to be surprised. 'Well, he is a bowman, and from what I remember from Sir Mycen, those take an awful lot of muscle to use.'

"I'm Rolf, a sniper in the Greil Mercenaries. Who's Mila?" At his words, Celica paled, as the slight panic from before began rushing in. There was nobody in either Rigel or Zofia who didn't know of the Earth Mother, and if Rolf didn't know, that meant the gate threw her far, far away from either kingdom, maybe even to a different world. "Hey! Don't panic, just calm down, breathe, nice and easy. Judging by your reaction, my not knowing Mila is a bad thing?"

Taking deep, calming breaths, she nodded. "Yes. There isn't a person who wouldn't know of the Earth Mother. And I assume somewhat likewise for your mercenary band?" At his nod, she brought her hand to her head, and rubbed at her eyes. This was going to be a pain. "Which means the both of us are far from home. Fantastic."

"Well, just sitting here isn't going to do anything, and it's only getting colder. Come on, this place might have been used as a storage area by somebody. We should at least try to find something to keep us warm at night. You have the light, you lead." Calming herself, Celica smiled at him, his heart speeding up at the sight, and began walking down a path where she felt slightly-warmer air coming from.

"Now Rolf, you said something about a silver door?"
As luck, or divine intervenion as Celica would say, have it, they did find an old store room, the crates within filled with enough preserved, and still good, if dry and bland, food to last them at least two to three weeks. And more importantly, with how rapidly the temperature was plummeting, blankets, warm ones. As the pair made a makeshift bed, she realized that it would not be enough to keep them from freezing, and despite the blush it brought to her face, the redhead suggested an option.

"Strip down and curl up together, is that what you're suggesting?" Her face flaming, cheeks matching her hair, she nodded. "...... well Oscar wouldn't like it, but it beats freezing to death. Should I turn around?" Licking her suddenly-dry lips, she shook her head.

"There, there isn't much point. L-let's go ahead and, um, I'll start." Having already removed the accessories and trinkets from her person, all that was left to take off was her armor. Starting with her greaves, she placed them off to the side, and considered removing her black, skintight leggings, but after she noticed how Rolf kept glancing at her long, luscious legs, a small part of her mind made her leave them on. She found him cute, and if that small, albeit swiftly growing, part of her mind wanted to tease the bowman, well she'd go along with it.

Reaching behind her back and undoing the clasps, her breastplate was next, leaving her clad in only her white, gold-trimmed blouse, the top of her breasts exposed to Rolf's now rapt attention. A heat now pooling between her legs, Celica removed the aforementioned piece of clothing, her ample chest now only concealed by a strapless, black bra with a gold trim, the rather racy bra purchased on a whim by the normally quite-conservative priestess. Standing in just her matching set of underwear, the panties with an easily-noticed wet spot, the redheaded woman motioned for her companion to remove his own attire. "I've given you quite the show, and don't deny your enjoyment," she said, eyes blatantly staring at the growing bulge in his pants, "so I believe it's your turn."

Huffing underneath his breath, not that he would argue her words, Rolf swiftly removed his own clothing, trying to ignore how the gorgeous woman was surprised at the size of his member as he stripped down fully, soon sliding beneath the cover of the thick furs they had laid out. "Well? Are we doing this or not?" Knowing exactly what he was referring to, Celica's small, sensual smile gave him slight pause as she undid the catch on the front of her bra, breasts bouncing free at last. Turning her back to him, she teased him once more with the slow pace at which she slid her soaked panties down her legs, thighs wet from her juices. As he had guessed from her wide, full hips, she had quite an attractive ass, the shapely cheeks round, and if he were to hazard a guess, firm to the touch. He'd know soon enough.

"Mmmm, I suppose. I do have one request for you, if you don't mind." Laying down beside him, she laughed at how quickly he pressed her curves against his body. "Eager, aren't we?" Her mirth was soon turned into a low, drawn-out moan as he kissed her neck, suckling gently at just the right spot. "Haaaaah, you've, gods don't stop," she breathed in his ear, the husk to her voice spurring him on, "layed with a woman before, mmmmm, haven't you?" A cry escaped her as he lightly bit down, his teeth dragging against her creamy skin as he continued his assault on the expanse of her neck.

"You have no idea." A muffled noise left his mouth as Celica pushed his head further into her neck, his hands making their way up her torso and gently cupping her perky breasts. Wanting to taste her in full, Rolf reluctantly left her neck, kissing the moaning priestess as his hands skillfully played with her tits, the surprisingly firm orbs apparently quite sensitive to the touch, if the rolling of her hips was any indication. As he brought his tongue to her lips, she beat him to the punch, the redhead taking charge of the kiss as the heat spread throughout her body.

Breaking the kiss, Rolf went back to her neck, intent on leaving quite the mark on the perfect, unblemished skin. After a moment, he started kissing his way down her body, stopping to take a nipple into his mouth, tongue circling the hardened bud as his ministrations drove Celica wild. She'd barely even explored her own body, let alone slept with a man, and this boy, who by her account was younger than she, was pressing all her buttons, knowing when to roughly grope her bust, squeeze so tight it almost hurt, and when to lovingly knead her sensitive breasts, knowing just how to mix the two.

As he sucked at her teat like a babe, one hand went down to her apex, fingers gliding over smooth curls, Celica keeping her slit carefully groomed. As a finger slowly traveled over her folds, a sharp gasp escaped her, hips bucking against that hand. Smirking to himself at her reaction, Rolf made slow, teasing circles around her entrance, intent on commiting every soaked inch to memory. "Rolf! Gods please, don't tease me, I'm so close...." Much as he wanted to do otherwise, he acquiesced to her plea, and when a finger entered her slick, tight heat, she almost sobbed in relief, mewling as he set a slow, steady pace.

Releasing her nipple with a small pop, he gave her a smile that fanned the flames of her lust even further. "Sorry, I just wanted to make this last a little while. Am I your first?" As she opened her mouth to reply, a second finger joined the first, stealing the air from her lungs.

"Mmmmmm! You jerk, you did that on purpose." The grin she got in reply confirmed her accusation. "You're lucky you're so good at this. But yes, this is my first time, I've never even kissed a man before today." A high-pitched, throaty gasp left her as he gave her nipple a sharp pinch, Rolf's fingers increasing the speed at which they pumped in and out of her needy pussy. Shuddering as her breath came in quick, breathy moans, Celica felt her climax swift approaching, her sensitive breasts being expertly toyed with and a skilled hand fucking her sopping cunt.

"Oh gods, Rolf!" And with her cry of his name, her walls seized around his digits, the moss-headed sniper slowing his pace as the priestess bucked against his hand, her back arching as pleasure wracked her body. She saw white, her entire world narrowing down on that divine sensation. As her orgasm seared through her, Rolf never ceased his ministrations, intent on delivering the best climax of her life.

After what felt like an enternity, Celica came down from that peak, bosom heaving as she tried to catch her breath. "That was, I've never, gods that was amazing. Thank you for that." Opening her amber eyes, the redhead saw fingers glistening with her own juices, and took them into her mouth, moaning as she tasted herself. After cleaning his digits of every last drop of her nectar, Rolf removed them, and moved atop the gorgeous preistess. Staring at him through lidded eyes, biting her lip slightly, the sniper knew she blew every other woman he's been with out of the water, save Elincia.

"Now, you said somehting about a request earlier?" A sultry smile spread over her face, and his painfully hard dick throbbed at the sight.

"Release inside me, ok? Don't you pull out for even a second." Placing the tip of his member at her sopping entrance, Rolf eased it in, the sheer heat making him feel like it was going to melt. As he slowly pushed inch after inch of his prodigious girth inside her pussy, a low whine escaped the vixen beneath him, and when he reached her barrier, she wrapped her long legs round his waist, and pulled him deeper, clenching her teeth at the pain.

"You ok?" Taking deep breaths, Celica used a trick the priory taught all who used magic, on how to push past the initial sting that came with using ones energy for the spell.

"Yes, it's nothing more than a light pain, but it's in an awkward spot. But I'm fine now, you can start mov-" She never got to finish that sentence, as Rolf slammed the rest of his cock into her slick heat, driving the air from her lungs. Pulling out until only his head remained inside her, he once more brutally thrust forward, and quickly established a fast, powerful pace, Celica unable to do more than sob in pleasure as the sensations began to overwhelm her poor mind, the inexperienced priestess utterly unable to keep up.

"Hah! Mmmm! Gods, harder!" Increasing the intensity behind his thrusts, driving Celica further into lust-fueled madness, Rolf pistoned in and out of perhaps the tightest pussy he'd ever experienced, and only through sheer willpower did he avoid giving her the filling she had requested early. The sounds of their lust-fuled rutting echoed throughout the cave, Celica's moans and cries spurring him on as his orgasm was inching closer and closer, the almost-rhythmic pulsing of her snatch around his length was incredible.

As her mind began to sink beneath the waves of pleasure and the haze of heat, Celica couldn't believe just good the dick that was stretching her out was, her pussy feeling like it was molding to its shape as the prodigious member fucked her into a stupor. Whimpering as he changed speeds to slow, powerful thrusts, the cock-stuffed princess found the strength to raise her hips in tune with his own, Rolf reaching deeper inside her well-fucked channel, his bulbous head barely touching her g-spot. If she had the energy to do more than gasp and loose choked cries from the sensations, Celica was sure she would have screamed her pleasure to the heavens.

"So damn tight..." He knew he wouldn't last much longer, and so, much to the welcome surprise of the priestess writhing beneath him, sped up once more, his hips a blur as he fucked her even further into the grip of a sex-crazed madness, Celica's mind blanking from the pleasure that she was horribly unready for. If she had enough presence of mind to notice, the formerly-virgin priestess would stare in shock at the small, but noticeable bulge on her stomach that was visible with every thrust. And the reason behind said bulge was pounding away with ever-increasing force, Rolf fully intent on emptying his balls inside her fertile chamber, and after a few short moments, the velvet sheathe around his cock clamped down hard, the pulsing of her walls, long legs wrapping round his waist and pulling him even deeper pushing him over the edge.

Burying his face in the crook of her neck, he smothered his groans with her creamy flesh, his teeth biting down as he came deep inside her, swollen balls pumping their stored load inside the priestess' slick heat. Her womb was flooded with his thick, hot semen, and soon reached it's capacity as he kept firing burst after burst of jizz, impregnating her with the virile fluids. As he panted for breath, hips jerking as the last of his seed reached it's destination inside her, the sniper wondered if she'd be carrying his child after this, and the notion didn't scare him as much as he thought it would.

As he moved from his position atop Celica, his cock slowly softening inside her, Rolf lay beside the recovering priestess, watching as the fog of lust gradually faded from her eyes. The redhead mewled as his member was removed from her pussy, semen leaking from the cum-stuffed hole. "Gods, you certainly filled me up didn't you? I think I might be pregnant after this."

"You did ask for it, and I try to give people what they request if I can." Humming in acknowledgement, Celica pressed herself against him once more, exhaustion beginning to overtake the tired woman. Bringing the cover of the warm furs up higher over their bodies, Rolf pulled her tighter against his form, a tired chuckle leaving her lips, and the pair soon drifted off into sleep.
A few months later would find the pair out of the cave, and into a land that they knew not, but had managed to start a modest life in regardless. It seemed that the land was called Elibe, and the country they found themselves in was named Lycia. As Rolf sank into his chair at the table, the more-than-welcoming villagers taking to the couple quickly, and had insisted they take a small, abandoned house for their own.

"Long day?" A pleased sigh as Celica's magical hands worked at the knots in his neck, Rolf hummed a reply. It wasn't easily seen, but if you looked carefully, one would notice a slight swell to her belly. The former priestess had been over the moon when she was given the news by the village's matriarch that she was with child, and the bowman was both excited and horrified. A slight protesting groan left him as she took her hands away, any further plans to object to the halt of his massage was silenced when those same dainty fingers freed his member from his pants.

"Here, let me help you unwind." Kneeling down between her sniper's legs, Celica softly stroked his length, peppering his tip with kisses as blood steadily began to fill the organ. The sexual appetite that had awakened in the princess of Zofia had worried Rolf a little at first, himself possessing a drive that was bigger than normal, although not unexpected given his age. But as she took his throbbing head into her throat, the mother-to-be having long since grown accustomed to his size, he found it hard to complain as she began to bob her head along his cock, red tresses bouncing all the while.

"Goddess you feel so good." Warmth bubbling in her chest at his compliment, Celica doubled her efforts at sucking him off, taking pleasure in pleasing her man. It helped that he enjoyed returning the favor just as much, but even if that wasn't so, she would still delight in her almost-daily blowjobs, savoring the taste of the now-erect phallus in her wet mouth, moaning around its girth. She badly wanted to lower her hands to her aching, dripping pussy, but knowing that as soon as he came, she would soon follow, the beautiful woman abandoned any pretext of a slow, sensual blowjob, and brought his hands to the back of her head, giving him that pleading look that he'd come to know so well.

Although he'd had some experience being the dominant man to Titania's submissive woman, the lengths Celica took her submission too sometimes worried him a little, the former princess admitting one night hat she loved it when he took charge, the lewd depth she went into surprising him. But as he gave her what she wanted, standing from his chair to piston his cock into her tight throat, roughly fucking her pretty face, it also turned him on like nothing before had, having such a gorgeous woman submit to him so eagerly, so completely. Wet, sloppy gagging sounds came from her throat, each little noise spurring him on faster and faster, his orgasm swiftly building.

If you had told her that in the span of a couple months that she'd been on her knees, pussy absolutely soaked and drool running down her chin as a thick, girthy cock pumped its way down her gullet, Celica would have been scandalized. She'd have also slapped whoever said that. But as the telltale pulsing of the dick ramming repeatedly into her throat increased, alerting her of his arriving climax, any sense of shyness for the act of sex was gone.

Before she could have her eagerly anticipated helping of his seed however, Rolf reluctantly pulled her heavenly mouth of his member, her saliva mixed with his own creamy discharge leaving his manhood slick. He reached for her arms, lifting the cock-dazed woman to her feet, steadying her slightly as her legs quivered. 'Is he about to,' before the train of thought could be completed, the sniper turned her around, yanking her pants past her shapely backside and pressing her front into the table, 'he is! Gods, he hasn't bent me over in weeks!' "That bad of a day?" Mewling as she kicked out of the pooled clothing, Celica's breath hitched as his leaking head pressed against her dripping folds, one hand gripping her hips as he teased her.

"That's putting it mildly." And without any warning, he thrust deep inside her heated cavern, Celica muffling her cry wih a fist, tears streaming down her face as Rolf immediately set a rough, brutal pace, venting his frustrations from the day on her sopping cunt, much to her pleasure. And as much as her oral service had excited her, she came swiftly, sobbing his name as her walls clenched around the sizeable intruder. Her juices soaked his groin as he increased his speed, rocking the table and causing a pleasing bounce to her ass with every thrust, his hands soon kneading the firm posterior.

His hips were a blur as he pounded with ever-increasing intensity, the slick tightness of her pussy still just as pleasing as it was the first time. If Rolf had it his way, he'd never leave her soaked slit, the rhythmic pulse of her insides almost always enough to make him cum after a few short moments. But today he wasn't going to hold it back, and when his angled thrust hit Celica's weakness, causing her fading orgasm to reignite with an ferocity that left her legs too weak to support herself, he let it go, a low groan leaving his lips as he began to cum deep inside his woman. And didn't that thought take some getting used to.

Nothing more than a series of lust-filled moans and babbling spewed from the mouth of the redhead, her needy, sopping cunt getting the hard fucking she desired, and a filling of his thick, virile seed in her fertile womb. As he continued to fuck her without slowing down a bit, each thrust delivering a hot load of semen, the last bit of Celica's mind not lost to the haze wondered how long it would be until she could walk straight again. Or at all, given the pounding of his cock. Not that she was complaining about that mind.

Pulling out of her twitching sex, Rolf flipped her over, taking a moment to appreciate the red flush on her face. Goddess, but was she cute when her face got red. He leaned down and kissed her deeply, Celica moaning into his lips as he quickly buried himself inside her heat again. He led the dance inside her mouth, hs hands coming up to fondle her breasts, her already-sizeable bust beginning to swell slightly.

A soft pinch of her hardened nipples drew another moan from her lips, as did his slower, deeper pace to his movements, every drive of his hips designed to please his woman as much as possible. Just as she took genuine enjoyment in satisfying him, so too, did he in returning the favor. His mouth left her kiss-bruised lips, leaving a trail of fire down her jaw, stopping at a certain spot at her flawless skin, the fire in his kiss turning into lightning, his ministrations sending pleasure coursing through her body.

Hands calloused from the bow were soft as feathers upon her bosom, his touch driving her on a swift road to another climax as he expertly kneaded her now quite-sensitive chest. "Gods!" she cried, her mind clouded in a fog of desire, her focus, her entire world shrinking down to two things. His manhood delivering steady, powerful strokes, playing havok with what remained of her senses, and his gods-blessed mouth at her nape.

Even as he tried to stave off his own urges, the gradual beginnings of his second orgasm stirred in Rolf, and he was determined to bring her to that peak again before he arrived. One hand dropped from her bust, sliding it's way down Celica's belly, the slightest swell visible on her trim form. Arriving at his destination, his fingers gently probed her folds, coaxing his target out of hiding. Once, twice, thrice did he make small, maddening circles around her jewel, before flicking it without warning, and the former princess of Zofia saw stars.

Her walls clenched tightly around his cock, her mouth agape in a silent scream, the white-hot fire searing her almost numb in its intensity. The rhythmic pulsing of her sex around his soon dragged him over the edge as well, the sniper following her onto that peak. "Celica!" Her name left him in a choked gasp, her tunnel soon flooding with his seed again, the remnants from minutes before still being sloshed around by the couple's eager love-making.

His semen filled her already-fertilized chamber once more, the last vestiges of thought in her mind wondering if he was trying to give her twins. A slight shift in his angle dragged his member across a bundle of nerves, and that line of thought too, was ended.

As his climax died down, Rolf stopped his movements entirely, panting for breath as he took the time to consider his next move. Stay as is and potentially break the table, or move this to the bed? After a few moments of weighing the options, he decided on the latter, and with ease, lifted Celica from her prone position, resting her against his chest as her latest orgasm worked it's way through her body, the clench of her walls still just as good now as ever.

Reaching the only bedroom in their little house, he set her down on her side, having been wanting to try this position out for a little while now. Lifting one long, luscious leg in the air, he slowly built up to his fast, merciless pace from before, now silencing his own moans with the creamy expanse of her neck as the new angle resulted in his cock reaching deeper then it was before, much to the pleasure of the almost-delirious former priestess.

Despite having months to acclimate herself with the hard, fast pace her lover often took during sex, Celica still found it just as breathtakingly enjoyable as the first time, and for all his confidence during the affair, she never failed to get a embarrassed flush whenever she'd tease him for it. As the waves of pleasure wracked her body, her hand drifting down to her clit to enhance the sensations, she thanked whatever drove her to stride through the strange gate that night. Bringing his head off her neck, she kissed him deeply, tongue exploring his mouth as if she was mapping it.

She broke apart, panting little moans and whimpers as he continued to fuck her to his hearts content. But even though she enjoyed their current position, she nevertheless wordlessly signaled him to pause. "I, I want to be on top for once. Please?" A mock huff leaving him, Rolf complied, pulling his cock from her snatch, semen leaking from the well-fucked slit. She straddled his waist, her hand guiding his slick member to her entrance, and without warning she dropped herself down, breath leaving her lungs like she'd been struck. "Gods! Ok, go slower next time, you're too big to move quickly." Before he could give her a reply, she began riding him for all she was worth, hips gyrating as her ample breasts bounced alluringly.

The one downside to this was that she didn't have a free hand to pleasure herself with, both palms spread open on his chest. But while she silently lamented this, Rolf leaned upwards, catching a bouncing teat in his mouth and suckling at the hardened peak as his spare hand fondled the other. "Was it, haaaah, was it that obvious?" An upturn of the brow answered her as Celica increased the speed of her motions, the redhead fucking herself with reckless abandon, his cock battering the deepest reaches of her pussy. He'd be cumming soon, and by the Mother did she want his seed again.

If one were to walk by their little house, the sounds of the couple's energetic love-making would be quite audible, her moans loud and unrestrained. Mortified though she'd be if they were overheard, the thought of silencing her cries never entered her mind, the haze of lust driving any notions of modesty away. And as she came closer and closer to her orgasm with each bounce of her hips, with every little flick of that sinful tongue against her tit, the crimson-haired vixen knew that even if somebody came knocking on the door, she wouldn't be stopping.

"Rolf! Rolf I'm gonna-" Leaving her breast, the sniper smothered her mouth with his, knowing full well just how loud she was when she came. Her walls clenched around his cock almost painfully tight, to the point where he couldn't move as her climax struck, her scream muffled by his lips. The spasm of her walls, combined with the hot, wet tightness around his length pushed him over the edge again, thick ropes of his jizz flooding her tunnel once more. The feeling of his hot load inside her needy pussy added onto Celica's orgasm, juices squirting out onto his groin and further soaking the damp skin. Gods she loved it when he came inside her, the heat, the sensation of her womb being filled to capacity and then overflowing.

After a few moments, thier respective peaks began to die down, pearly strands of white leaking out around Rolf's girth and onto the bed. Spent, the pair collapsed into the mattress, Celica lazily running her fingers along his chest, whilst her sniper played with her messy hair. Sleep began to take the two, neither of them bothering to cover themselves.

"...._{ve you.}" A small smile tugged at Rolf's lips as her tired murmer reached his ears. Idly he wondered just what kind of ring he would need to be getting her as he started to follow her into slumber.

"Love you too." Blissfully in the land of dreams as she was, the princess of Zofia nevertheless had a little grin of her own at his reply. If this was what the rest of his life was going to be like, Rolf decided that it would be a good one.
...... ok yeah this took longer than I thought it would ok? Writer's block is a bitch.

Anyway, that's Celica done. Yeah yeah I used the kinda-cliche lay together naked trope for the starting of the sex shush. I told you going in it would be more pwp-heavy than the actual story didn't I? And since these are unrelated one-shots, I have no problem with the results of Rolf's tendency to fill his ladies to the brim, and then some, have some actual consequences.

And I just threw Elibe out there as a name for the land our duo would find themselves in, if you want to pretend it's after FE6, or way before, it's up to you. personally I think that FE7 is in a seperate continuity than 6, as there's far too many plot holes for 7 to have happened and simply not be mentioned in 6. So if you ask me, they're in sometime-after-Nergal Lycia, and Ninian doesn't die here because I say so.

Suggestions for girls and scenarios are welcome in the forum post I'm about to link to. Please give reviews if you want, just don't be a dick. Count, I hope you enjoyed this.
http://www2.adult-fanfiction.org/forum/topic/67156-an-archers-reward-review-replies-and-other-stuff-topic/.
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