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Chapter List
- 1-Caelin
- 2-Pherae and Beyond
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It is said that to know your enemy is to know yourself. Yet a certain tactician, in a world and a land very far from ours, a land we shall call Elibe, took a different statement to heart.
Marcianna (or Marc to her friends) was a brilliant tactical mind. Though little known in her youth, it was said that after coming to the aid of a few Lycian nobles whose names are now immortalized in history, her services, particularly in the Elibean great powers of Bern and Etruria, were so much in demand. Yet after aiding Eliwood of Pherae, Hector of Ostia, and Lyndis of Caelin, Marcianna disappeared from the history books, until a collection of diaries said to be hers surfaced, detailing her exploits in helping trounce the Black Fang. Twelve of the thirteen volumes were published and became the basis of stories, picture shows, and electronic games. The thirteenth volume was redacted due to its heavily personal and salacious content.
This work shall be a faithful summary of the thirteenth volume, granted to me by an unknown source; I feel that my words may not do it justice, yet you, dear reader, shall be the judge.
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As they lay upon the simple cots of a ger in the middle of the Sacaen plains, Marc felt the touch of another for the first time. Lyndis, or Lyn as the plains girl asked to call her, embraced her newfound tactician friend and caressed her body, sharing warmth on a cold steppe night. As Lyn kissed Marc up her neck, she let the taller woman lift her shirt up and knead her modest bust, and as she felt the swordswoman's warm breath on her nape she acquiesced as Lyn reached down to her dampening core, letting those deft fingers explore where no one had save the tactician's own attempts in her youth. Lyn's fingers groped, explored, and nudged as soon Marc felt her first orgasm at the hands of another.
Of the two knights that came to Lyn and Marc's aid, Sain was definitely the more pliant. Unlike his more straitlaced companion, the green-armored cavalier enjoyed wooing women so much that Marc came to him one night, utterly surprising him with how someone had responded to his advances with alacrity. That night, Marc coupled with a man for the first time, letting Sain's experience take the lead as she opened her legs to him, feeling his manhood inside her as he took her maidenhead. Marc grit her teeth at this, yet soon found the pain of accommodating a cock inside her being replaced, slowly but surely, with pleasure. Just as Sain was close, however, he withdrew, and with but a stroke of his member he came all over Marc's belly, staining her with streaks of white.
Kent naturally chided his companion's lack of respect towards a proper lady like Marc, yet even as the green knight explained to his red friend that she came willingly, Marc's tactical mind began to form a plan of her own. So as it was after Lyn received the Mani Katti that Marc kissed Kent, hugging him against a wall, and as the redhead gasped at the eagerness of the tactician he felt two hands undo his belt and expose him, making his face almost as red as his hair and his armor. Marc kissed downwards, and as she neared Kent's manhood, which she noted to be longer but thinner than Sain's, she gave it one kiss on its tip and began to fellate the temperant cavalier, providing oral succor to an ally for the first time. It only took a few minutes before the pent-up Kent felt himself coming undone and one look at Marc, with his cum dribbling out of her mouth, said all that needed to be said.
Florina would be Marc's second sapphic experience, yet this time she took the lead as opposed to Lyn's more dominant performance. Marc visited the shy pegasus knight in her tent, presenting her gratitude to Florina in the form of herself, revealing herself to be naked beneath her overcoat. Florina was no stranger to experimenting with other women - it was almost tradition for the pegasus knights of Ilia to liaison with each other, and Florina and Lyn had written some rather torrid letters between each other - yet it was still a surreal experience for her as Marc kissed her from between her modest breasts, down to her navel and then to the small tuft of lilac hair atop her core, and soon the tactician began to apply a dual attack of tongue and finger as she sucked on the pegasus knight's clit and groped her insides. Florina hastily shoved one of her handkerchiefs into her mouth to stifle the moans coming from her, and soon all she knew was pleasure.
Wil was an incredibly average man, were it not for his preference for the bow. Yet he had some surprising talents in the bedchamber which Marc would soon come to learn. His ability at cunnilingus wasn't in doubt, as he kissed and licked at the tactician's cunny, bringing her to the first of many orgasms she would have that night. And as Wil doffed his pants, Marc noted with pleasure how his manhood was right in between Sain's and Kent's - longer than Sain's, but thinner; shorter than Kent's, but thicker. And as she opened her legs for him she could say to herself that perhaps balance wasn't a bad thing.
Dorcas, being a married man, refused to share a bed with Marc. Yet an unspoken argument between the tactician, the fighter, and his wife Natalie led to an interesting encounter, wherein an opening was deliberately left open in Dorcas' tent. Marc gasped in shock as she watched the diminutive Natalie, deprived of her clothing, suck her husband's positively large cock, her small mouth somehow fitting all of it in all the way to Dorcas' red-haired base. Soon afterwards Marc's fingers found herself as she watched Natalie climb on top of Dorcas and take all of him inside her, moaning in the throes of post-rescue coitus. Even Marc herself came as she watched husband and wife re-enact their marital duties with an observer in tow.
Erk was a talented young man who needed confidence, and Marc realized that as a mage his potential was through the roof. So it was when she visited his tent, for confidence boosting, that would lead to his first time in the sack. Letting the mage's intellect flow free and boosting his assertiveness, Marc encouraged Erk in his at first clumsy explorations of her body, letting him grope her and responding with moans as feedback. As their confidence boosting session culminated, Marc let Erk inside her, her moans no longer signs of approval but now genuine cries of pleasure as her quickly learning student passed his examination with flying colors.
Serra wasn't the most agreeable of girls, and from what Marc could learn from Erk from their pillow talk the cleric simply didn't know her boundaries. So to teach Serra a lesson Marc took the pink-haired girl to her tent, tied her arms to restraints, and hovered her quim above the talkative healer, telling in no uncertain terms to eat her out until she came. Serra, for her part, decided that her greatest defiance was to accept, dove into Marc's cunny with gusto, running her tongue from the tactician's perineum all the way to her brown pubes. To their surprise, Marc came faster than they thought, yet both women were so carried away that it took a few more orgasms (and Serra's very drenched face) before the cleric's binds were loosed.
Rath was a different breed of lover than the other men. Marc had to ride with him one time as Lyn and the army decided that her eyes would be best served on a horse, and as Rath was an archer and was thus away from the front lines it would be best to be with him. The tactician sat in front of the nomad, and as their skirmish wore on she attempted to seduce him by rubbing her arse against his front; his stiffening member was the only answer Marc needed. Later, as they celebrated their victory, Marc rewarded her riding mate by offering herself to him, and to her admittedly pleasant surprise, Rath decided to take her from behind and entered her ass, feeling him bottom out as she gave up her final maidenhood to the Sacean. Soon enough, she felt Rath pump his seed into her bottom, and though she knew she would be sore in the morning, it would be worth it.
Matthew was an expert at gathering information for Ostia, in the guise of a mere thief. So it was when he learned that the tactician of the group he found himself with tended to reward her soldiers, men and women alike, with intimate liaisons, that he decided that it would be a betrayal of his love Leila were he to spend the night with Marc. Nonetheless, one time his lusts came on too strong and soon fingers more used to pointing at maps or drafting battle plans were wrapped around him, jerking him off in a different, yet still pleasurable way than his Leila's. When Marc bared her body to him, however, Matthew had had enough, and burst out of the tent in fears that he may just have cheated on his woman.
Marc had decided that the siblings Nils and Ninian were to be off-limits to her so she then moved on to their newest recruit, Lucius. The monk was extraordinarily pretty, and his figure and relative lack of musculature really made it seem as if he were a woman. Yet it was when Marc and Lucius disrobed that truly proved to the tactician that, yes, the blond youth was indeed male, at the least. His long and thin member was still somewhat flaccid despite Marc baring her body to him, so as she realized that perhaps Lucius' interests were in another direction. Nevertheless, as Marc kissed Lucius the monk still reciprocated, and chancing upon a different idea, Marc covered her hand in a glove, oiled her finger, and began to enter Lucius in the rear. The back door stimulation was what the monk needed to unravel, and as Marc's skilled finger stimulated his prostate from behind his cock stood hard and soon spewed its seed on to his thighs.
Wallace was to be Marc's last liaison before helping Lyn claim her birthright. The veteran knight was by far her most experienced lover, treating the tactician like a lady to be wooed with wine and song. Their night together began with uncorking a fine Caelin vintage, then as the alcohol went into their systems and loosened their inhibitions Wallace took Marc to the bed, laid her down, and began to undress her as if she were a gift. Despite his large frame, Wallace was gentle; his fingers, callused by a lifetime of wielding lances and axes, caressed Marc's skin with feather light touches, electrifying her nerves. Soon, Marc moved into Wallace's lap, and positioning herself above his waiting cock, slid herself on to it, their gyrations taking on a mutual rhythm. Marc rolled her hips around Wallace, and as the knight's skillful digits kneaded her breasts and tweaked her nipples the mix of all the sensations the tactician felt soon culminated in a wonderful orgasm. Wallace, ever the knight, slid a blanket over the younger girl as their coupling ended.
Soon, however, Lyn defeated her wicked great-uncle Lundgren, and claimed her place as heiress of Caelin. Though Marc stayed with Lyn at Caelin for some time (occasionally sharing a bed with her, Sain, or Kent), soon the tactician found herself on the road again, looking for another army to grace her talents with.
It would be around a year before another conflict came to Lycia, and with it the services of a certain randy tactician.
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