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- //ATUHOR'S NOSE //
- //Thanks for all the supportive words, guys. I've been told I'm a good writer, but this is my first time //
- //writing smut. I made this for you, /feg/. I hope you enjoy it. :3c //
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- //Also, I'm looking for name ideas. //
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- CHAPTER 1
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- She must have been crazy.
- Still, there was no denying that whenever they were on the battlefield together, no matter how far apart, Robin could feel Tharja’s eyes burning a hole in her skin. She still had yet to determine if that was just the mildly uncomfortable feeling it gave her, or if Tharja actually possessed the power to shoot beams of heat from her eyes.
- So there she was, walking rather angrily towards Tharja’s tent to give her a piece of her mind. The nerve of her, making googly eyes at someone else, another woman no less, while she was already married to Kellam. “I suppose that does give her the advantage,” Robin muttered to herself, “given that she can never even see the dastard, much less corner him for sex.” It struck her then how much of a miracle it must’ve been that Noire was even born into this world, much less that she survived long enough to make the trip back in time.
- Suddenly Robin hit something. Though her eyes were angled to the ground, she could have sworn there was nothing in front of her. She tried to maneuver around whatever was in her path, her anger building when she discovered just how large this obstacle was.
- “You could just ask me to move, Robin. I won’t be offended…”
- Robin looked up in shock then to see Kellam, her face practically pressing into his armor. Gods, it just had to be Kellam, didn’t it? She took a step back and bowed her head. “I’m sorry, Kellam, I might have just been lost in thought. Is Tharja with you?”
- “As a matter of fact I am, Robin.” Tharja peered around from behind Kellam with the same longing gaze Robin always caught her wearing whenever their eyes met. Gods, that creeped her out. Still, she couldn’t help but find it the tiniest bit charming, to have an admirer like that. If only it wasn’t bundled with the fact that Tharja was always muttering strange incantations under her breath that seemed to involve Robin’s name multiple times.
- “Was there something you wanted to tell me, or will I have to use a hex to get it out of you? I rather like the latter option…” Robin was shaken from her thoughts again to find Tharja now pressing herself into Robin’s back. How had she even done that without her noticing? And where in the hell had Kellam disappeared to?
- Robin peered over her shoulder and whispered, “What do you think you’re doing, Tharja? We’re in the center of camp in broad daylight!” To this, Tharja only pressed herself harder into Robin’s back and wrapped her slender arms around her midriff. Robin could feel Tharja’s supple chest squished against her tactician’s cloak, though she had trouble deciding if she enjoyed the feeling, given the situation.
- Tharja then lifted her hand to Robin’s face and began to gently trace circles around the edge of her ear, sending a shiver down her spine. “I’ll be honest with you Robin, I’ve had my eyes on you for quite a while…”
- At this point, Robin had gone stiff, trying to hold herself back from either pushing Tharja off or collapsing at her touch. “Yes, I couldn’t tell if you were trying to seduce me or melt me.” As the second-in-command for the Shepherds, she had to keep her composure. But gods, Tharja certainly was doing her best to make it difficult. “Now would you please stop?”
- At the word “stop”, Robin deftly wrenched Tharja’s hands away from her body and whipped around to face her. This wasn’t a terribly difficult task, being that Robin was the larger woman, but when she finally saw Tharja’s face after being at her mercy for what seemed like hours, she only became more uncomfortable. The lust in her eyes had been replaced by rage, a kind of rage unique to Tharja alone. Robin went stiff again, but this time it wasn’t by her own choice. “So you’re going to stoop this low,” she spoke through clenched teeth, “violating a friend in front of everyone else.”
- Tharja chuckled to herself. “I’m surprised it’s taken you this long to realize. Do you even remember who I am?” Robin watched in horror as the scenery around her seemed to tear itself apart. Trees began to buckle and split, tents collapsed flat on the ground, and the very dirt beneath her feet began to sink away until it was all replaced by what seemed to resemble the interior of Tharja’s tent. Robin understood now that it had been an illusion, but what she didn’t understand was how long she had been in it. She was fairly certain she had walked out of her own tent this morning, but she knew very well by now not to doubt how powerful Tharja’s magic could be. It could end up being the death of her.
- “I’m more surprised that you decided not to do it in broad daylight.” Robin muttered.
- Tharja had taken the liberty of removing Robin’s heavy cloak, sitting her down in a chair, and magically binding her hands together behind it. “I may be a little different, Robin, but I’m no exhibitionist.” Taking in the woman standing in front of her, Robin had to doubt Tharja’s last comment. All she ever wore was a thin, transparent black body suit, with a few dangling pieces of cloth and undergarments (that in her case were actually overgarments) which seemed more like decoration than anything. Still, she had a very nice figure, with hips which swayed playfully as she approached Robin’s vulnerable, stiff form. Tharja’s breasts hung tentatively over Robin’s head as she leaned over the chair to examine her handiwork.
- Robin knew Tharja was trying to tease her, and it was working. While Tharja may have already been in a supposedly committed marriage, Robin wasn’t really the type to settle down. She had her eyes on a few men in the camp, even some of the women, but seeing Tharja up close and personal like this made her reconsider most of them. She also couldn’t help but relish the idea of all this attention being on her. She wished she could move right now, oh gods she did. However, she decided it best to stay her tongue for now, as it was part of the reason the two of them were on such uneven terms at the moment.
- Deciding she was satisfied, Tharja stepped back, admiring Robin’s features herself. She was a beautiful woman, tall and fair. Her flowing black hair was usually tied up in a ponytail, which Tharja assumed was to keep it out of her eyes during battle. Robin usually left her coat open, leaving her rather prominent cleavage on display beneath a striped white undershirt. Tharja often fantasized that Robin didn’t even wear undergarments. Though she had done it a million times before, it was always more difficult to admire Robin when she had the freedom to turn and walk away. That wasn’t going to happen today. “Kellam may be my husband, Robin, but I’ve always loved you. It’s tough dealing with unrequited love, but it’s all worth it for moments like these.”
- Robin kept silent, allowing Tharja to have her fun. She still felt intimidated and vulnerable, but she was confident that Tharja wouldn’t kill someone she actually loved. Tharja drew a book from the stack sitting next to her, Robin noticing the cover was a suspicious shade of red. Without even a moment’s notice, a bright jet of flame extended from her now outstretched hand, stopping just above Robin’s shoulder. The flames burned a line through her clothes and singed her skin, but the only sensation she felt from this was pleasure. Tharja repeated this process until most of Robin’s upper clothes had been burned off, leaving her skin covered in thin red lines and her clothes in tatters. She felt one of the jets of flame reach her exposed nipple, causing her to yelp. “Oh, gods…” barely managed to escape her lips, practically inaudible to Tharja, whom Robin noticed between the flashes of light had the most devilish smile on her face. She managed to close her eyes as the flames continued to lick her skin, her arousal continuing to rise.
- When Tharja finally stopped, she drew herself closer to Robin and straddled her legs. She reached one hand behind Robin’s head and pressed her lips to Robin’s, while the other hand fondled one of Robin’s tender breasts. Much like her eyelids, Robin had regained control of her mouth and returned Tharja’s kiss passionately, forcing her tongue into Tharja’s mouth. At this point, Tharja didn’t give a damn about the paralysis hex and swirled Robin’s tongue around her own. Robin gradually felt a weight being lifted off her body as the hex wore off, though she was still bound to the chair. She was still too afraid to break away from Tharja’s kiss to ask about that.
- Meanwhile, Tharja was in heaven. She had found her goddess and would have no other. She would be able to have this voluptuous woman all to herself. Her skin was flawless, her breasts were perfectly rounded, everything was exactly like she had imagined it during her numerous solo sessions, only this time it was real. Her mind raced as to what she should do next, as even though she had lusted after Robin since they met, she had never actually been with a woman. She began pinching Robin’s nipples, causing her to moan into Tharja’s mouth and buck her hips violently. Tharja could feel her own heat rising as she continued to violate Robin’s mouth.
- Robin needed release. Finally, her need overcame her fear and she broke the kiss. “Tharja, I love you too.” At that moment, Robin swore it was the first time she had seen Tharja smile. She sprang up and immediately undid Robin’s bindings. The now topless woman rose from her chair and embraced Tharja, following her to her now very inviting bed. It was a surprisingly elaborate setup, draped in the same fabric that hugged Tharja’s body. They laid down together and Robin immediately moved to a position directly over Tharja. She ripped through the top of Tharja’s skimpy body suit and exposed her soft, pale skin, proceeding to take one of Tharja’s nipples into her mouth, sucking on it and gingerly rolling her teeth over it. She allowed her hand to tease the other until both stood at full attention for her. This elicited several soft moans from Tharja, who now seemed completely content to let Robin have her way. Satisfied, she trailed one of her fingers down Tharja’s stomach toward her thighs. Her skin felt amazingly smooth, and when she reached a hand beneath Tharja’s underwear, she found that that entire area had been cleaned as well.
- “K-Kellam likes it that w-way,” Tharja choked out, her tone now shifted. Robin sighed happily and continued her downward travels until she found Tharja’s nub. She gently rolled her thumb over it, watching Tharja’s expression change rapidly and hearing her breaths become short and stifled. Her remaining fingers discovered just how much Tharja had wanted this to happen. The moment she touched Tharja’s wet sex, Tharja nearly cried out in ecstasy, being simultaneously overwhelmed by the pleasure and the thought of having her every fantasy fulfilled. Robin allowed her nipples to rub over Tharja’s while she continued to explore her fellow Shepherd’s aching pleasure center.
- Tharja could not believe what was happening. Was this real? Her leader, her idol, was now poised over her and rubbing her out. She could only return Robin’s newfound lustful gaze with a meek, timid stare, unsure of what to do. She felt so helpless, away from her tomes and squirming every time Robin’s fingers shifted. But gods, it felt amazing. She tried to reach her hands up to touch Robin’s skin, but found that she couldn’t even lift her hands under her new lover’s skilled touch.
- Robin was only getting started. She dipped her middle finger into Tharja’s wet snatch only once, admired the way she moaned, and then returned the finger to her mouth. She tasted surprisingly sweet for a Dark Mage, and Robin decided she had to have more. She began kissing Tharja’s neck, then her breasts, then a straight line down her stomach until she reached her prize. Gingerly pulling down the bottom section of Tharja’s body suit, which had been soaked through, Robin gazed upon the cute pink slit that lay before her.
- “R-Robin, what are y-you d-do— ah!” Tharja’s stuttering was cut short by Robin’s hungry tongue lapping at Tharja’s juices, basking in the fruits of her labor. She sucked on Tharja’s tiny clit, causing her back to arch off the bed by a foot. Robin couldn’t get enough of her scent, her taste; she could die happily right now. Tharja bucked her hips against Robin’s face and cried out loud, being taken past her first climax and into a second. Robin had no intention of stopping and continued to ravish Tharja’s slit with her tongue. She left one hand to caress Tharja’s thigh while the other one traveled down and under her own pants, feeling far too horny to leave that spot untouched. She arched her ass into the air while she worked herself, rubbing vigorously and continuing to lap up Tharja’s sweet juices. Robin wondered why she had denied Tharja this for so long, and also how she would ever live without it herself.
- Tharja had come down slightly from her high and was now eagerly tweaking her own nipples, feeling her pleasure beginning to mount again while she watched Robin going to town on her. Each time an orgasm ripped through her it felt like she was about to explode. She wanted to return her lover’s generous favor, but every time she tried to say something it came out in tiny squeaks amidst moans.
- As if Robin had been reading her mind, she stopped and shimmied off the rest of Tharja’s clothing, which had still been partially clinging to her legs since Robin had started.. Tharja was now completely bare, her pale skin glowing in the dim candlelight. It was a beautiful sight, and Robin didn’t feel it fair to leave herself half dressed, so she sat up, unbuttoned her pants, and began sliding them down her shapely thighs. Tharja almost squeaked with delight when she saw that the tactician really had been wearing no underwear. Underneath her pants was a fine, neat patch of black hair, kept trimmed in case one of the men tried to make a move on her. Robin had enjoyed fantasizing about that in the past, but now her thoughts were entirely focused on the naked woman who lay before her. She laid herself next to Tharja and resumed their passionate embrace, with her knee rested between Tharja’s thighs to give her something to rub herself against. Their breasts forced against each other while Robin sucked on Tharja’s neck, leaving several wet marks and eliciting even more moans and heavy breathing.
- This time, it was Tharja’s turn to give. She waited for Robin to return to her eye level, and began slowly working her way down the tactician’s smooth skin. She was a biter, leaving several wet teeth marks down Robin’s chest, carefully working each nipple into her mouth separately. Robin, pleasantly surprised by Tharja’s sudden initiative, was content to lay on her back and let the mage have her way. When Tharja reached her destination between Robin’s silky thighs, she immediately thrust her tongue between the folds. Robin threw her head back and moaned deeply, caught completely off guard, but once again surprised by Tharja’s skill. She seemed to be mimicking Robin’s motions exactly, anticipating what would get her off.
- Not even an expert strategist like Robin could’ve anticipated what came next. Tharja bit down on Robin’s clit lightly, sending a jolt right up her spine. She cried out, begging Tharja to continue as she squeezed her own breasts and bit down on her lip. That one motion alone had almost sent her over the edge, but all she wanted was MORE. She allowed herself to get lost in the waves of pleasure that overtook her as Tharja continued to lick her, her vision blurring and her mind going nearly blank.
- She couldn’t be certain how many times she had orgasmed, or even what time it was, but eventually she awoke, dressed only in a fresh undershirt with Tharja curled up next to her, clinging to her arm tightly. Robin noticed she was still naked, but thought it best not to wake her. She couldn’t be happier with how this had turned out and shut her eyes once more.
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