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Chapter List
- 1-Hypnotic Hexes
- 2-Robin's Round
- 1
- 2
Chrom couldn't quite sleep.

Walking around the castle, night had fallen upon Ylisse as most, if not all, of the Sheperds were slumbering. It was one of those rare times when peace and quiet was available to all, for the weary, the righteous and even the wicked. A great many things had happened during the start of his tenure as the ruler of his land, with many great responsibilities falling upon his shoulders. Those reasons alone would be enough to make him prone to stress, to fatigue and to occasional anxiety, but the cause of his trouble wasn't quite that.

Bizarrely enough, it was Tharja.

A strange woman that one, a wielder of dark magic, a self-pronounced mistress of hexes and curses, invisible threats both minor and major that could bring ruin or grace to all with the simplest of whispers. She had defected from the Plegian army before the start of his rule, convinced by Robin to join their cause. Perhaps too easily, he thought, but then again she was a fiersome follower that allowed her talents to their cause...more notably, Robin's cause. That she was so profoundly loyal and, obviously, enamoured by his tactician was of particular help, yet there was always something eerie about her, about her temperament and the subject of her conversations. Again, this wasn't exactly the cause of his anxiety.

She was, to put it simply, gorgeous.

It wasn't the classiest thing to admit, yet there was something insanely alluring about Tharja that Chrom couldn't quite get out of his head. How the tights she wore hugged her curves, how her cleavage was revealed for all to see, her slender figure...there was too much for him to notice as Chrom couldn't help himself but throw a few glances toward her when he could. He had heard of how strangely she acted around camp, following Robin around, stalking him, being generally creepy at times. Yet, he also found Tharja to be utterly striking in many ways. Sighing as he walked, he looked at the night sky and began to ponder upon himself. Knowing not what to do about all of this, he had to ask himself why this was happening to him. Was he actually in love with her? Was it just mere sexual attraction?

However, as soon as he asked himself those questions, someone had already joined him, the very person he had been thinking about: Tharja. Under the pale moonlight and the flickering of nearby torches, she looked splendid beyond words, as if the faint light and the surrounding darkness covered her in mystery and allure all at once. “Oh...couldn't quite sleep either, I see...”

The faint tentative at conversation seemed to annoy her more than anything, yet Tharja, inscrutable in many ways, looked at Chrom with a somewhat neutral expression on her lovely face. “I seldom sleep, my lord,” she responded, her tone implying this to be obvious. “But it is quite strange for you not to rest. Having nightmares, perhaps?”

The fact that her interest was piqued upon her last question did make him uneasy, yet perhaps it was time to confront Tharja, or at least his initial perception of her, right here and now as Chrom gave her his attention. “Not really. More like strange dreams, filled with things I can't quite understand...”

“Do they involve me, my lord?” Tharja said, a small smirk on her face as she began to breathe a little slower, in a way so that she could be heard. “Do they involve my body, perhaps?”

Astounded by this astute remark of her, Chrom was silent for a few moments. How could she possibly know this? The domain of his thoughts were closed to everyone save him, that much he was certain of...Yet she knew. “Did you place a curse on me, Tharja?”

She had done so multiple times in the past, to practice her own craft she said. She was open about it, and always did minor experiments. One person was more prone to trip on round rocks, someone would dislike cheese, another would have a fear of brown doorknobs...silly things like that. She always dispelled them and announced it, of course, and it was always so short in duration that people opted to simply let her be so long as she wasn't using any dangerous stuff. Now, though, this seemed to be another game entirely as she approached Chrom, invading his personal space. “I wasn't sure when you'd notice, actually. I went with smaller things, but it seems like your will and resistance are both strong. I had to up the game, you see...”

He did not know what she was referring to, yet there was both an unease and a certain satisfaction at the fact that she was so close. She smelled so good that it made Chrom slightly dizzy as he held himself on a nearby pillar. “What...what did you...?”

“Nothing too dangerous. I went with a hex of infatuation at first, to heighten any attraction you might have for me...then I went with one that would increase fantasies...” Tharja began to explain, chuckling a little as she knew how much of an upper hand she had in this situation. “But then I felt that the experiment could go further...So I went on with a charming curse...and one of lust as well...You held on quite admirably so far, I must say~”

This was far beyond the inane and weak hexes that she was known for as he felt his temperature rise. She was so close, almost able to rub herself on him as she looked into his eyes while he looked into hers. His own gaze, however, slipped to her cleavage as he was struck silent. Were those curses so strong that he couldn't control himself any longer?

“But your strength has its limits, it seems, considering how you're looking at my breasts with such hunger in your eyes~” she pointed out with a chuckle, pressing her chest against his as she seemed to be much less self-conscious and shy about her appeal. “Perhaps it's time to put another hex on you, to see if it might just work~”

The way she talked left him in shambles, as what she said felt monstrous, yet the way she vocalized it made it seem like the best thing in the world. Then, a tingle in his skull and in his chest made itself manifest as he looked at her breasts. They seemed to be growing in some capacity, as he was transfixed by them more and more by the second.

“Hexes and curses work best in an inter-connected system, with one to reinforce the other. The charm curse powers up the infatuation hex, with both leading down the path of lust...but this one that I have implanted might just break you in the best way possible~” Tharja promised, a little smirk of satisfaction on her face as she softly pressed her chest against Chrom's, before beginning to whisper. “The hex of hypnosis might just do the trick here~”

She was trying to hypnotize him. To bring him under her control, vulnerable to her suggestions and commands. In regular times, he'd fight back, reclaim possession of his mind and perhaps even vanquish her for such treachery...Yet he couldn't. She was so lovely, so sexy, that to even think of harming her would be akin to sacrilege. And the way her breasts seemed to bump up against his shirt seemed to take his mind off of everything save her bosom, which grew more tempting as he heard her breath, slow and methodical.

“Just follow along my breath and stare all you want, my lord~” she said, her voice a promise of ecstasy as he felt dizzy, groggy. Her breasts filled his view as he couldn't see anything else but those glorious orbs, which sapped his resistance. “Since you're looking at them...perhaps you ought to stare at them as they rise and fall on your person...Do it for me, my lord~”

They weren't growing, it was just that his senses were shutting out everything else. Gulping, he felt that he needed to fight, to rebel in some fashion, as he was a lord, a new king now, and it would be a rather fatal blow to his dynasty to fall under her sway before he'd even fight back against the Plegians, avenging his sister in the process. Yet all of that was unimportant at the mere motion that she wanted him to stare. It was a command...and it was hard to disobey it.

“Good...” Tharja said, happy as her own breath went on to get much steadier and slower, guiding Chrom along as he went on to mimic her to near-perfection in this initiative. “You like looking at them, don't you? How round and soft they seem...how smooth and silky they must feel like...You can't help but think about them, focusing your every thoughts on my chest~”

It was indeed very difficult to do otherwise, especially considering how near she was. They went slightly up...then down...then up...then down...as his breathing seemed to follow that pattern, which he just copied without a second thought. Then, without even a single second of self-awareness, he answered. “Yes...”

“So honest...It befits a lord like you~” Tharja praised, her voice low and husky now as she continued to rub her chest slowly, never breaking the rhythm even once. “Let everything else slip away...Your worries...Your anguish...Your pain...and just think of my chest. Let it occupy your thoughts and bring you happiness~”

His resistance faded as his thoughts were indeed placated by this perfect pair of breasts. He couldn't really help himself, nor that he wanted to at this point as his breathing was steady and his senses keen. The slight push of her chest felt divine and, inevitably, it caused for a lower region within himself to stir and to activate.

“Oh my...That was fast~” she said smuggly, running a hand on his crotch in a teasing fashion. “But then again, you're quite serviable and eager, which are great qualities for a lord to have~”

The way she praised him and how her touch down there made him feel gave him goosebumps. He felt like a shy boy in front of a goddess, the hexes and curses on him doing their work splendidly, making his heart ache for more. He couldn't admit it yet, but he knew it was true all the same.

“I could have tried this stratagem on anyone I wished...but you are something else. I simply had to test it on you to make sure it would work on my dearest Robin...I know you to be an honorable and strong-willed person, after all, my lord~” she explained, grabbing his crotch as she lowered the hemp of his pants in order to release his erection in the cool night air. “Let me reward you for a job well done in this experiment, my lord~”

Her hand on his shaft felt blissful, as his penis twitched in pure anticipation. He couldn't see it, of course, as he was far too busy looking at her breasts like the serviable lord he was, thinking of those orbs as the pleasure he felt was directly connected to what he was experiencing.

“The sweetness you feel on your penis is due to the fact that you're doing what I ask of you, like an obedient little lord. Just continue to stare at my breasts and continue following my commands~” Tharja said with a tint of wicked delight in her voice. Pumping him slowly, her own breath began to get unsteady as her own excitement betrayed her own enthusiasm over all of this. “It's because you're obedient, under my power, that you feel like this. Always remember this deeply in your subconscious, my lord~”

It was divine, beyond what he could comprehend, as her breasts went up and down...up and down...up and down...bringing their warmth and softness just as his own penis was being stimulated gently, yet in an excruciating fashion. He couldn't quite take it, yet somehow he felt that he had to.

“Now, I will count down from five to zero and when I reach zero, you will go on and let your seed spill. You will let it be released for your mistress~” Tharja declared as she upped the tempo of her jerking, taking a bolder and more aggressive approach to his pleasure.

“Five~”

Her chest kept on going up and down...

“Four~”

His penis was twitching again...

“Three~”

She smelled so good...

“Two~”

He was a good and serviable lord...

“One~”

Under her command...

“Aaaaaaand...Zero~”

Exactly on her cue, he exploded right there and then. Sullying the floor, his orgasm was a thing of intense beauty as he couldn't quite take it. Feeling weak and spent, he nonetheless sighed in pure contentment as Tharja replaced his pants back on, chuckling at the sight of what she accomplished.

“Now, I will snap my fingers...And when I do, you will forget everything that has happened tonight. You will forget what I said and how I influenced you. You will return to bed, wake up refreshed and act as per usual...”

* SNAP! *

...

...

Tharja was much more useful than he thought possible.

It was a common strategy to pair up soldiers on the battlefield, to make sure they had each other's back, that they had support in some capacity. This usually led to stronger bonds between teammates, as any army would be stronger if everyone trusted each other. Chrom held a strong belief in that system, as he usually let Robin pair up anyone so that they might strengthen the other. The only person he had no control over, who did what she wanted, was Tharja, who always paired up with her. This time, however, it was different, as she had paired up with him instead.

He had to admit, he was impressed.

The way she flung spells, how quick she was to protect him against assaults from afar and how quick on her feet she was made it seem like that, despite her aloof and asocial attitude in camp, she was quite serious in battle. Having her near him also somewhat did make him much more focused, her presence making him want to protect her at all cost, which sharpened his reflexes and senses. Somehow, they made for an excellent team. He felt in his core that he had to give her some praise, if only to let her keep that approach and attitude in future campaigns, as he went to her tent after the battle to congratulate her, to get to know her better.

Upon entering her private quarters, he saw many phials, scrolls and books that she seemed to carry with her at any time, some of them that had seen better days as she had probably pillaged them from the enemy, a tactic that Chrom didn't particularly appreciate, but that he felt might be necessary if it gave such results as Tharja demonstrated earlier on the field of battle. Clearing his throat to announce his presence, she looked at him and then had a little smirk on her face, a reaction that he found a little strange, yet somewhat endearing all the same. “You did good today, Tharja,” he began to say, finding himself a little flustered when he looked at her, as if she was too beautiful for his eyes to comprehend, as he tried to gather his wits in order to continue. “I have to admit I had my doubts when you defected to our side, but it seems to me that you are sincere and you showed that to me today. I don't know why you went to my side, or why you decided to team-up with me today, but know that I appreciate your efforts.”

“The pleasure was all mine...” Tharja began to say, looking at him while still showing the same little smirk on her face as she rose her hand in the air, making it visible to Chrom before she snapped her fingers.

* SNAP! *

“My lord~”

The moment he heard her fingers snap, he remembered that other night when she had brought him under her power, how sweet her hypnosis and touch had been, how her presence was simply amazing to feel as Chrom began to get dizzy in a pleasurable way once more. He felt weak in the knees as he looked at Tharja and saw her sublime appearance giving way to a reverence that he had never truly admired before. He remembered: she was his mistress.

“I had to test out if the hexes would still be active after a little while and if they'd weaken in other circumstances, you see,” she began to explain as she got near him, placing a gentle hand on his chest as she removed his armor slowly, yet surely. “To try out the results in battle was also important, as I feared that it might addle the afflicted when in my presence...but it did quite the opposite. You protected your mistress admirably, my lord~”

The way she called him lord without any disrespect, yet made it seem like it was still an inferior position to hers made him feel warm, as Chrom was powerless in front of her. His heavy armor, which weighted on him, was removed as he felt light and peaceful thanks to her. Her praise made the moment all the sweeter, as he couldn't help but want more of her, of her words, of her presence, of her beauty.

“Now lay down on my bed for me. I want to test something out and to reward you for your impeccable service to me~” she said with a little smile on her face, waiting for him to oblige her. As Chrom obeyed instantly, he went on where she occasionally slept, her own smell basking upon the linens she used as he sighed in contentment. She approached him, looking at him from higher up as he lead vulnerable in front of her. “So obedient...It seems like the hex of hypnosis is still held firmly in place~”

She was happy. That simple fact made him smile too as his own trance, which he obviously enjoyed, was only powered up by it. How she looked down on him, how he could gaze and lose himself in her gorgeous appearance made him giddy as he felt so relaxed, so blissful, that the part of him that felt that something was wrong was silenced near-immediately. Then, she began to lower down her chest piece and revealed her naked bosom before his eyes, which only heigthened the sensations he felt.

“Eyes on my chest, my lord~” she simply commanded, as she lowered his pants to reveal his already hard manhood. “I have to test out if pleasure might make my hexes more powerful..and you're the lucky one that gets to test it out, my lord~”

Her chest was magnificent. He remembered how it felt on his, even with layers of clothes separating the two. He could somehow feel deep inside that they were soft and perfect, firm yet also utterly smooth as those memories only made his rod twitch. His gaze locked upon them, it wasn't too long that his appreciation for those amazing orbs was enhanced as she felt them on his penis, entrapping it in her cleavage softly yet swiftly.

“Consider yourself lucky that your mistress deigns to give you such a nice reward, my lord~” she voiced, amused by the sight in front of her as she used her hands to put some pressure on his manhood. “Praise her as she gives you the experience of a lifetime~”

The incredible sensations in his crotch were due to her, but even without that Chrom knew that he was the luckiest man alive right now. She was perfection, a divine presence in his army and in his heart as his breath seemed to replicate the slow one that she used to induce him the other night. He could feel her nimble and soft skin against his rod, which only made him want to release his seed instantly, feeling too good to even resist or push away the need to show his appreciation in a more physical manner. “M-mistress...” he began to say, his own impulses and his trance making him speak without thinking properly, a reaction to her command more than anything else. “You are...beyond perfection...”

“A very good beginning~” she said, herself getting into the spirit of things as she lifted her breasts up, then lowered them at a slow pace, never letting go of the pressure as she looked at him in the eyes while his were set on her chest. “Do continue...You will not release until I am happy, you understand?”

It made perfect sense. She was in power here, not him. She was in charge and as such she controlled what would happen, which meant that he had to do as she said in order to please her. Thus, as he felt once more the pressure of her perfect chest as it continued to slowly rise up and down, he tried very hard to pick up the right words to describe how he felt, how he saw her. “You are a goddess...a true vision of beauty and power...”

“I like hearing that~” she praised, replying to this with a faster pacing on his penis as her chest was bouncing up and down with a rougher method now. “Do continue~”

Her nipples were simply mesmerizing. Pert, erect, they complimented perfectly her ample cleavage as her chest englobed his rod so completely. This vision alone was simply right, as it was with this chest of hers that she had ensorcelled him, brought him under and his manhood was swallowed up by that pair of perfect orbs. “You are the loveliest woman I have ever laid eyes on...” he continued, his eyes following her chest bouncing as he was further hypnotized by this simple motion, the hexes working together to further his own fall into depravity and submission. “You are my mistress...and I am your humble lord and servant...”

“Hmmm...That is quite nice to hear~” Tharja complimented, herself getting quite happy about all of this as she upped the tempo once more, this time going forth in wild abandon with her motions. “I'm going to count down from five to zero and when I reach zero, you will spill your seed for me, for your mistress~”

“Five~”

Her chest was so perfect...

“Four~”

She was his mistress...

“Three~”

Her nipples had captured his mind and soul...

“Two~”

She was a goddess...

“One~”

He was smitten with her...

“Aaaaaaand...Zero~”

He came unto her chest, covering it with his seed as he exploded with impossible force. All that tension that he had, all the pleasure he felt, was expressed in this one action as his orgasm lasted for several seconds, twisting his expression into delighted agony as he felt his appreciation for her, his mistress, double or even triple in intensity. She went on to clean Chrom and herself up, before she then went on to cover his manhood once more, as if nothing had happened.

“Now, you will walk out of my tent and remember nothing of this. I will snap my fingers and you will act as if none of this happened, yet my hold on you will still secretly be impossible to resist...Now...”

* SNAP! *

...

...

Somehow, things had changed dramatically in the camp. For him, at the very least.

Robin, always on the lookout due to Tharja following her around constantly, felt much more at ease nowadays. Able to focus on other tasks and on her strategies, the Sheperds had never been stronger in their entire history. Chrom was delighted about this, as this meant that his convictions and goals could be followed through. Yet there was something else that seemed to strangely bring him a smile on his face, one that he could not quite understand, yet that he could feel nevertheless.

Tharja was following him around instead.

Her own focus was on him instead of Robin, which somehow pleased him even though she was obviously stalking him. Robin might have been slightly irritated by this constant in the past, yet Chrom was quite fine with it as he had to admit that he could do worse than to be followed around by such a sexy and powerful woman such as her. In truth, he held strong emotions for her and, if he wasn't so shy about them, he perhaps might even tell her about them...Yet he knew that she pined for Robin all the same and he wouldn't allow his happiness to clash with hers. It would be dishonorable.

These thoughts somehow bringing him a certain sadness, he entered his tent to rest a little, only to see her waiting on his bed, sitting there as she observed him with a smirk on her face. Silent for a second, he gazed at her form, at her delightful appearance, and felt himself smitten with her sexy nature. Tongue-tied, he felt like a little boy finding for the first time about love once more. Thankfully, she got up and talked first.

“I was waiting for you, my lord~” she admitted, getting closer as the closed the entrance of his tent from view, sealing it away from prying eyes as she herself seemed excited about something that Chrom couldn't quite understand yet. “Now...let's get down to business~”

* SNAP! *

His silence was only amplified by that sound, as did his awe upon seeing her as he went on his knees near-instantly from the shock of his trance returning to the forefront of his mind. He looked at her as she towered over him, a sly smug on her face at first, which only turned into a sad smile after a few moments.

“I might have gone too far with my experiments, my lord~” she admitted, sitting down on his bed once more as she sat cross-legged, letting him stay in his position while she observed him. “This was just supposed to be a test to see if my hexes and curses could make someone fall for me in an impossibly strong manner...and it did work, to my satisfaction...”

He did not quite know what she was talking about, mesmerized and fascinated by her presence as he couldn't help but adore her. Her voice, her curves, her sheer aura, it all made him want to submit to her all over again.

“But I was supposed to stop at some point...and I didn't...” she continued to admit, a little shy as she looked at the tent as if to avert her gaze from him. “Night after night, I would try out those hexes on you and you would be so eager to praise and adore me...It gets addictive after a little while. You have to understand that it's impossible to resist the fact that I have such a powerful, earnest and strong lord under my control, under my seductive sway...”

There was a certain pride, but also a certain sadness in her voice as she spoke, which made Chrom want to console her, to comfort her right this instant. Yet, she hadn't commanded him to do so and he was a serviable lord to his mistress. All he could do was stay there and look upon her in pure reverence and lovestruck fashion.

“It has to cease, as although I do love it, you weren't the target I had in mind...even if I did have tremendous fun with you~” she continued to explain, uncrossing her legs as she lowered her tights, moved her loincloth to the side as she revealed her lower lips to his hungry eyes. “Let's do it once more and then we'll call it quits. Service your mistress with your tongue, my lord~”

This was a command that he understood all too well as he crawled toward her, only to bury his face with excitement in her own crotch. Her smell was infectious, intoxicating, as it basked all over him, making him fall even deeper into his own trance. His own lips and tongue got to work as he started slow at first, more preoccupied about her pleasure than by his own, as it was the right thing to do and think about when it came to his mistress.

Her small moan of ecstasy fuelled him with passion and vigor as Tharja placed a single hand behind his head, playing around with his hair as she bit her lips in order to stiff out a baser reaction to this situation. Silent for a few moments, she went on to press him on in order for him to go further in stimulating her, using her hand to get him to go faster. “More...your mistress wants more~”

This was all she needed to say as Chrom went on to kiss her lower lips and lick her folds with abandon, letting her sweet juices ruin his face as her own excitement seemed to match his. Her taste was absolutely fantastic, as were her high-pitched moans, which slipped by despite her trying to to arouse any attention and suspicion upon what was happening in Chrom's tent.

“Such a skilled tongue you have, my lord...” she praised, removing her lower lips from his mouth as she motioned for him to get on the bed with a finger and an hungry smile on her face. “Lay on your back for me, for your mistress~”

He obeyed. There wasn't anything else he could do, not that he even wished to rebel. Too happy to oblige her, he went on his own bed and laid himself vulnerable for her, which only made her sit down on his face as he felt the weight of her gorgeous rear and tasted once more her needy pussy on his lips. Her pressure doubled down as she moved herself in a steady rhythm, getting into the spirit of things in a wild fashion.

“Service your mistress, my lord~” she commanded, herself getting slightly power-mad as this sight made her enjoy this situation far more than she thought possible. “Make her cry in delight~”

This command being deliberately vague enough to allow Chrom some liberties, his hands went on to act on their own as he grabbed and caressed her rear with desire animating his fingers. It was so soft, so enticing, so full, that it only served to make him lick and kiss her pleasure spot all the more. Powered up by her desires and his, it was her command that made him want to satisfy her in the grandest possible manner. He could only think of her, of her perfection, as he worshipped her in the most basic way possible without a single word being uttered on his end.

She rode him hard, her motions being gentle for only a single moment before she got into a frenzy, one of lust and bliss as her motions were rough, unrefined, yet entirely honest in her desires. Her juices were flowing generously as she couldn't suppress her voice any longer, her breathing becoming ragged before she eventually relented and came right on his face. Her sticky honey went on to cover him as she removed herself to allow him to breathe, but also to regain her composure.

Chrom, as hard as he could get, wasn't bothered in the slightest by all of this. His face was sticky, yet it was due to her so it was okay. More than that, it was perfect as he had pleased his mistress completely. Laying down, he waited for her to act as she went on to gently clean his face before cleaning herself up in the process, doing so carefully as there was an awkward silence in the tent now, a sharp contrast with what had just occurred a few minutes ago.

“I will release you from my control now. This has gone on long enough,” she declared, getting up as she looked at Chrom with a little smile, an earnest expression on her usually neutral and cold face. “I could make you forget it all...but that wouldn't be right. You've been generous to Robin...and to me, and it would be evil for me to play with your memories. I may use dark magic...but I'm not that mean...”

She searched for her words, but Chrom couldn't quite understand why she called herself evil. He didn't think of her that way. He loved her-

“I release you from my control.”

* SNAP! *

And then everything returned to him. The many nights in which she had made him submit, in which she used pleasure to push him under her power, how she used her hexes and curses to make him fall for her hard. All those moments on his knees, praising her, worshipping her, thinking the world of her as she made him feel weak, yet happy. She had been controlling him, making him powerless, playing with him in a way that was perverse and obscene... As she turned around and tried to get out, Chrom couldn't let her go so easily, not after all of that.

“Tharja. Wait.”

“My lord...”

The way she said it was almost endearing, different from when she used it almost in a diminutive fashion when he was hypnotized. He ought to be furious about all of that, to chastise her, to banish her right this instant, and this would be the kind option.

“I understand that you must be angry with me. I abused my power, your generosity and your hospitality. I might seem like an unrepentant witch, but I do know you gave me some chances that I did not necessarily deserve and-”

“Tharja...I'm not mad...” Chrom admitted, getting up as he looked at her, crossing the distance between the both of them as he himself towered over her once more. “I should be...but you gave me peace and happiness in moments when I needed it the most. You could have stopped it anytime you wanted, yet you continued over and over again, nights after nights. You could have gone to Robin and tried it upon her the moment you felt you wanted to, yet you didn't. I want to know why.”

“I...” Tharja mumbled, unused to how Chrom could be direct and willful when he wasn't hypnotized. “I didn't feel like Robin would really love me if I did that...and I...enjoyed doing things with you far more than I thought possible...”

“Does that mean...”

“I love Robin with all of my heart...I adore her...Yet I was so happy to see someone like you fall for me, someone strong, dependable and downright important. To see you so flustered about my presence...It made me feel powerful and...I loved it...I just couldn't let go...” Tharja explained, this shy demeanour being quite different than her usually aloof and downright apathic behaviour that she showed off.

“After all of that...I'm not sure I could go on without this...without you, Tharja,” Chrom declared, himself getting carried over as his own feelings took precedence over his reason. “As a lord and commander of the Sheperds, I have huge responsibilities. I have to constantly think of my next moves, how I act and how I must appear to others...yet with you...when I'm hypnotized...all I have to think about is you...and it's...cathartic. I know it's wrong to say it after all of that...but I think I might actually have fallen for you.”

“But I dispelled all those hexes and curses,” Tharja said in surprise, looking at him as she felt intimidated now, another rare sight from the dark mage. “You shouldn't still be affected by all of that...”

“Yet I still am. After all of this, is it any wonder that I want more of you, more of this bliss that only you can give me?” Chrom asked, before looking at her in the eyes. “If you want, I would like to continue this...but on a more honest premise.”

“I...” Tharja said, stupefied as her own look of surprise turned into a little smirk of delight. “Perhaps that can be arranged, my lord~”

The way she quickly returned into the role gave Chrom an unique thrill, as she went on to place her fingers on his chest. “ Get on the bed for your mistress, my lord...and I'll make this worth your while~”

He obeyed once again. He could deny her this time, as he had the will and the power to do so, yet he held no desire to disobey as he went on his back, comfortable on his bed as she went above him, on her knees as she looked at him.

“Let's cast all those hexes and curses again. Their ambiant energy should make it easier for me this time around~” she said with a smug smile on her face, showing her superiority as she began with a little touch of her palm against his cheek.

“First, we'll go with the hex of infatuation~”

His love for her was magnified, as his appreciation of her beauty was decupled.

“Then we'll place the charm curse once more upon your brow~” she explained as she moved two fingers higher on his face.

He felt his heartbeat rise as he couldn't face her. He was smitten with her once more, his own emotions amplified due to his earnest affection for her.

“And we'll conclude the path of lust with your favourite...the hex of hypnosis~”

She looked into his eyes and he knew: he was her serviable lord once again, under her command. Relaxed, peaceful, he was at ease as his muscles were now soft and weak, yet able to act upon her desires whenever she'd make him obey.

“I had to use a doll to place thise hexes the first time... a fascimile of your person...and I had to take my time too,” Tharja proclaimed, getting her face closer to his before placing a little kiss on his lips, as if to seal the deal. “But now that you're close, willing and vulnerable, you're at my mercy...You're basically my slave~”

Her kiss and the way she explained all of this with delight made him hard all over again as he wanted her. He wanted to please her, to be with her always, to be her lord and she his mistress for all eternity. Strong emotions were enhanced by those hexes as he welcomed them, inviting them to add to what he felt deep within him.

“But you actually want to, don't you?” she said with a slight amusement in her tone, as she lowered his pants and her tights in order to illustrate what she wanted right now. “You've fallen for me so hard that you'd give me your mind and heart should I desire it~”

She was speaking the truth, as Chrom couldn't help but see how excited she was as he eyed her lower region, now uncovered by the loincloth and her tights. She was just as aroused as he was, yet she had a role to maintain, one that he would gladly allow her to play anytime she wished. She was his mistress, after all.

“Well then, allow me to take care of you right here and now...” she teased before lowering herself on his rod, beginning penetration as she slowly moved down in order to engulf it entirely, an act that made her shiver as she placed her hands on his chest to keep herself from falling down. “You've spilled plenty of your seed for me...but now let me take it from you. Give it to me, your mistress~”

He would gladly do so, as he placed his hand over hers, both as an act of affection and to help her with her balance as he looked at her in the eyes. Her warmth was absolutely wonderful, her folds slick and inviting as his rod slid in without too much trouble. From her look of delight and her tightness, it was clear that she was a virgin, a fact that only seemed to further cement this moment as unique and precious for the both of them.

“Eyes on my breasts, my lord. Let them hypnotize you more and more until you cannot deny me anything~” she commanded as she revealed them to him. Her nipples were pert once more as a wicked smile showed up on her face. Then she began to ride him slowly at first, before her own enthusiasm made her act much more rashly, betraying her actual enjoyment of the situation. “ Yes...Yes~”

He willingly looked at her breasts as they bounced due to her movements, letting him get lost in their magnificence. Whether it was due to his own desires, her hexes or the pleasure he felt, he no longer cared to know the answer. All that he knew was that he was happy right now and that he loved her. It was all that mattered as she rode him hard. He was pent-up and thus, because of his own excitement, he came without any warning, exploding within her as he gritted his teeth due to how violent and pleasant it all felt.

“Your first shot, I see~” Tharja said smuggly, as if she was expecting him to not be able to resist her for long. “You were so eager, it's quite natural for you to want to obey and give me your seed instantly...However, we're not done yet~”

He wouldn't have it any other way. He was still hard, she was still riding him with passion and it was now slicker and sloppier inside of her. Fascinated, a captive of her breasts, her magic and her words, he just continued to let her act as she pleased as she herself went on to breathe heavily, this activity taxing her greatly.

“You've been too good to me and to Robin...and frankly I want to do this more...much, much more~” she hinted, laying down on top of him as her chest rested against his while her waist and hips, surprisingly nimble, continued to ride him hard. “We shall marry each other...do this more often...and we'll watch and protect Robin together...What do you say, my lord?”

He felt it in his heart and soul that he could not refuse her, not that he wanted to. Thus, he answered with the only response that was apt for this situation...

“Yes, my mistress.”

“Such a good answer...Now climax more for me~” she said sweetly, upping the tempo as she lost control of her impulses. “Cum more for your mistress~”

And thus he did, his body obeying her orders and desires as she herself went on to reach orgasm, the situation being much too arousing for the both of them. Panting, breathing heavily as Tharja rested on top of Chrom, she then looked up in his eyes and smiled in a sinister fashion.

“Who says that we're done? I have hexes and curses that will amplify both of our stamina...” she teased, giving one more kiss before she chuckled. “We will go at it all night long...as per your mistress orders~”

The night being still young and with Chrom being all too eager to obey, this ritual of theirs went on and on, repeating itself nights upon nights until it was clear to everyone that love had bloomed between the new Exalt and the dark mage. Some were concerned about all of this, while others were happy about this sudden development, yet all the same Chrom and Tharja were eventually married. She went on to become a queen in her own right, always helping her dear husband and making him relax in wicked and splendid fashion when they were alone. Their union eventually produced a child...

Yet that story is for another time.
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