Ravaged By The Enemy Commander

Ike knew he was moving out too far into Daein territory; but he needed to think, not to mention, why would any of his enemies be too faraway from Fort Nox anyways? They would be planning some kind of desperate, defensive strategy for tomorrow. So, Ike was safe, practically. He could always die of hypothermia.

Tugging his cloak closer to him, Ike trudged on through snow, breathing into large, calloused hands to try and warm his face up. When the Hero looked backwards, he saw that the camp was nowhere to be seen.

He just shook his head, for some reason, he felt he needed to go on.

As the blue haired man continued to walk, his thoughts drifted back to the Daein army; what she thinking? Micaiah, why couldn't she just surrender, why was she forcing him to eliminate their unnecessary enemies? He didn't want to kill her.

Why? He had no logical clue. Well no logical idea in his book.

She was gorgeous; determined, sad and regretting golden-brown eyes. She wore rather complimentary clothing to her figure, that thought brought a shy blush to his cheeks, and he immediately moved away from the whole clothing subject. Instead he thought about the most beautiful part of her of all, the silky looking, flowing, silver hair. Ike would never admit it to any one, ever, but he had dreamt of running his
hands through those beautiful tresses.

Another thing, her focus on her goal was actually impressive, but what that goal could achieve was rather unclear. Death, decimation? Ike wanted to know. He figured he'd ask her tomorrow, on the battlefield.

Yeah, not the most desirable spot to converse, but when else could he ask her?

The General shuddered at a sudden gust of wind, and he cursed his lack of clothing; maybe he should wear long sleeved shirts. . . Nah, the really did get in the way. There was a sound from ahead of him and Ike looked up in alarm, sapphire eyes scanning the area.

Catching a glimpse of silver hair, Ike almost choked on his tongue. The first thought through his head was, Micaiah? The second. Why in the world is she out of her territory so far? Or maybe he had gone further than he thought.

He started a brisk, kind of, walk over towards the collapsed shape in the snow; when reaching it, he saw that it was indeed Micaiah, he bent down, unsure of what to do. Something in his heart told him he could never just leave her to freeze, so he scooped her small, shivering form into his arms and stood. Glancing around; it wouldn't do to take her back to the camp, but he definitely couldn't go into the Daein camp (if he actually would be able
to find it), it would not look good. The last thing he needed was for a bunch of her fanatics to see their arch enemy holding their goddess in his arms looking like he had killed her.

Ike needed to find a temporary shelter fast; using sharp, blue eyes, Ike spotted an irregularity in the seemingly endless expanse of snow. Heading towards it, he soon found that the shape was a small cave. Sighing in relief, Ike found the entrance and entered, feeling a slight relief to the icy wind.

After retreating further into the depths of the cave, the General of the Apostle's Army checked on how his rival was doing. It didn't seem too good. She was shivering, murmuring, and was cold to the touch, her clothes and his own were beginning to drip. He bit his lip, already seeing what he would have to do to warm her up. Ike had been taught this with the basics of Titania's survival lectures, but he felt really embarrassed.

After a few more moments of staring, Ike growled at himself; what in Tellius was he thinking?! This isn't time for any stupid modesty! Her life was at stake, albeit he was unsure why he would possibly be saving her, he felt a certain need to keep the beauty alive.

So, casting away any further, foolish doubts, Ike set about to taking off his cloak and setting it to the side. Pulling off his leather armor,black shirt-like-thing, boots, pants and shoulder guard. Putting them messily to the side. When he looked down at her, he felt slight hesitation, was this right?

Yeah, if he didn't do this, she would freeze and die. . . But he couldn't help but feel really awkward.
Making a quick decision, he pulled off her over garments, setting them gently down, opposed to throwing them. After that was done, he closed his eyes and removed the rest, quickly groping for his red cloak and throwing it over her.

Sapphire eyes opened again and he slowly lowered himself under the fabric with her, gingerly cuddling closer to her and wrapping his arms around her. Taking a deep breath, he drew her as close as possible without being too inappropriate, putting his chin on the top of her silver head. Despite his discomfort, Ike let a sigh of content from his lips.

Drowsiness overtook him and his eyes slowly fluttered closed, and a light sleep took over his consciousness. .

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Micaiah made a slight whining noise, feeling very out of her element cuddled up against a large, warm shape. To her alarm, she was nude, as was her mystery partner.

Micaiah's eyes shot around in panic, trying to figure out where she was, it was dark, but it was very apparent it was a cave.

Now, why in Tellius was she in a cave?

The silver haired maiden glanced up, trying to make out her companions face, when she began to recognize the hard line of a masculine face, Micaiah gasped and went completely rigid.

Now, why in Tellius was she in a cave, and naked, wrapped in a cloak with her arch enemy?! Handsome, attractive arch enemy. . . No!

She tried to wiggle away, but suddenly, a pair of strong, masculine, warm arms held her tighter and Ike gave a soft grunt. Micaiah held her breath as the younger man began to wake up.

Sapphire eyes fluttered open and locked with her own golden brown. She saw his adam's apple bob and he cleared his throat.

"Hi . . ." Micaiah wanted to raise a brow to that, but was too taken aback by the combination of both his eyes and voices attention on her.

She wanted to ask, Why am I in a cave with you? or why am I naked? maybe even, what the bloody Tellius is going on?

Instead, all she could think of was his gaze on her, marked with beautiful blue eyes, and his strong chest on her own. A deep, pleasant voice ringing through her ears.

"H-hello . . ."

There was cock custard slobbering from his timed slimer, and she was wetter than an Italian cruise ship.

Within seconds his womb ferret hammered deep into her quim, the sensation of his battering ram smashing her cervix made her quiver like jelly. She wrapped her legs around him and clamped on him tight as she prepared for Ike's wild ride.

Then Ike rolled her over, not letting his cock slide from her cunt as he rolled her onto her back, hooking her knees over his shoulders as he began to stroke her. With her knees over his shoulders, her had an unimpeded view of her cunt as his cock slid in and out of it, her cunt lips wrapped around his cock each time he drew back, only to plunge once more into her pussy, where the velvet cunt muscles gently massaged his cock.

As he felt himself moving to orgasm again, Ike reached down and began to massage Micaiah's clit as he pumped her, driving her to orgasm even as his own began to shake him. With a strangled cry, Ike pumped his load of cum into Micaiah, this time into her other lips. When they finished cumming, they both collapsed, spent.

As Micaiah got comfy in Ike's arms she thought "Now how am I going to explain this to Sothe?".