In Which Severa Fucks Her Dad's Knee And Then His Penis

"Plegian scum! Polygamist! Sleaze! You negligent, incompetent, choosy..."

Severa's words for her father only grew more abusive and frustrated, trying to chase him out of his own study by the sound of it. It had already been a rather difficult evening for Robin, Morgan dropping by unannounced and pushing in some girl who he'd barely even spoken to then leaving as soon as things got weird. She was smiling the whole time, too.

Even when Severa dropped the bombshell that she was Robin's daughter, she was smiling. It shouldn't have been such a big deal, and wouldn't have been if Robin was married to Cordelia. Unfortunately, he was raising a family of dragons with Nowi, who he'd just married days earlier and already had two fully grown daughters from. A third one from a second wife was threatening to break his patience completely.

"Severa, stop," he'd say quietly into her beligerence.

She'd just found out she was an illigetimate child, after all. All she'd wanted was to hear from her father's own mouth that he loved her... even if she wanted to hear that he loved her the most. "Gods, it's like you're obsessed. You're acting worse than Tharja!"

A nearby cabinet jostled and then went silent, though Robin felt like he could hear it cursing. Taking that as a grave insult, Severa moved to slap him, and was stopped. It escalated into a pushing, shoving, wrestling match that ended with her pinned against the nearest wall, her father's hands holding her arms to her sides.

"This isn't easy for me either, you know! I get married, and then children start raining from the sky! I'm not some villain, and I can't speak for myself in the future, but... Gods, what now?" Her face had turned beet red, eyes averted.

There was a long silence.

"Father," she seethed, swallowing a lump in her throat. "Could you move your knee already, you fat jerk?"

Robin looked down with dawning realization. He was pinning her with his thigh against her stomach, and when he noticed that her tunic was riding up his leg he knew that he had missed her stomach by quite some margin. Gods, if Nowi walked in... or Tharja. The ideas they'd get had Robin flinching away, crossing his arms. "We can discuss this in the morning," he told her.

Then they parted ways, and slowly began to rebuild their relationship in a healthy manner. Ha, no, Severa had to bite down on her lip to the point of bleeding when her father's knee pulled away to avoid making an unbecoming noise. Her breathing was deepening. People didn't get obsessed with their parents! What a stupid, ugly notion. People got obsessed with violence, with power, with perfection, with lovers! Not their parents. Her mind was stewing on that. Their little tussle, the pressure and relief on her crotch, their harsh words... it all had her focusing on those words. Her father could be violent... He was powerful, he was perfect (Cordelia had supposedly married him, after all), so... could he be her lover? She wanted to vomit at the idea, and yet...

"...You just shattered my maidenhead, you idiot."

"What?"

"Your knee. I specifically refused to ride a pegasus to avoid it getting broken like that... You don't know anything about women, do you?" Her face was beet red, and she hugged her stomach as the pain set in. Most girls could tolerate their hymens just.. slipping away, retreating without sex, tearing in the every day strain of life. It was just something that happened. Maybe what she felt was more the damage to her pride - she was still a virgin, after all.

Robin was aghast, thinking of all those things and what to do, turning to his desk in some vain attempt to find a tome of anatomy. It didn't sound right... But he helped her to her feet.

"I'll fetch Lissa," he said, starting to walk away. He was stopped - Severa's hand grabbed his sleeve and wouldn't let go.

"Finish it."

"What?"

"If you're going to spoil me, do it properly." It was Robin's turn to blush, his cheeks flaring up slowly as his mouth opened in an appalled expression that cut her deeply. "I-I know I'm ugly, but the least you could do is... at least let me feel what it's like, nobody will ever show me like this..."

Silence, and Robin tugged his sleeve away. Though he didn't want to, he suddenly felt his mind tugged to the heat he'd felt, holding her against that wall... She'd submitted, gone quiet, and though he didn't realize it at the time her body poured heat. He swallowed, and spoke carefully.

"You're not ugly," he said, heart thumping. No, she was pretty. He could even see himself in her a bit... The eyes, the slope of her chin, the color of her hair... gods, she really was his.

She was his.

He looked over his shoulder, then back at her, taking his first step as soon as he had his eyes locked on hers. She blinked, and felt her heart sink. She'd come for a parent and gotten... What was she getting, other than laid on a broad wooden table that he'd pushed clear? Her first kiss came soon after, her wrists pinned, heat beating down on her. Once the situation caught up with her, the girl's eyes shot open and she struggled for a moment, then calmed down. He must love her if he was doing this, right? A leg lifts, knee squeezing in against her father's side. She clumsily took her father's lips, she felt her father's hands on her wrists until they were on her hips, pulling down her leggings. She whimpered when they were at her knees.

She was his.

That whimper confirmed it to both of them, as did ever whimper that followed, and the way she squirmed and moved her leg and hands to get it free so she could part them around her father. Severa was having trouble breathing - the tightness of her chest pounding and sinking with joy and eager anxiety was made all the worse by Robin's weight over her (even if he didn't actually weigh much and was mostly lean under his robes) and doubly so by the near skin tightness of her top. Motioning for it, she shuddered and closed her eyes as she felt her father's hands on her top, lifting it. "Better?" he asked, and she nodded. With her eyes trembling and refusing to open, she had to listen as he undid his trousers.

"Ugh, hurry up," she mutters, eyes opening slightly. Her frown deepened, embarrassed beyond words. Her head swam with things she wanted to say to encourage him further - I'll be good, I promise you'll like it, I'll try my hardest, I'm sorry, let's do more first, but nothing came out but a whimper as she felt the head of her father's cock against her lightly red stained lips. They were plump, nearly hairless, wet, trembling... feeling like inches of embarrassing baby fat she refused to let him look at. About to urge him on again, she inhaled sharply and arched her back as her virgin folds were spread around his cock. Her feet lift in an attempt to hug him, making small, bouncing bumps in the back of his robe. It took three slow, stabbing strokes that had Severa gritting her teeth and wrenching her hands in his hair and on his clothing, but she took his cock to the hilt, throbbing around him and fitting her father's cock like a condom.

She was in pain, but everything was so close, so warm, so... convenient. It filled her with excitement and fulfillment. At the same time she hated herself a little, inferiority complex setting in... All it took to validate her existence was whoring herself out to one of her parents. Her feet bounce, body completely surrounded by her father's robe. It felt so safe... So loving, especially when his hand tucks her head in against his chest while he ruts her.

And he was, trying to finish quickly, and she knew it. She wanted to scold him, threaten to never forgive him for only doing it once, but she was forced to orgasm before her mouth could open. It was a quiet, twitching climax, her body shaking like the wings of a moth being pumped full of spidery venom.

Somehow, the idea was pleasant to her to the point of sending tingling chills from the top of her head to the bottom of her toes.

Robin was close, feeling her suffocatingly tight, velvety flower shaking around him, and redoubled his efforts. Their hips were slamming together, her feet bouncing noisily under her father's robe, when quite suddenly Morgan decided to return. She was still chipper, beaming at the two.

"When you get a chance, Chrom needs to talk war. I'm -"

Robin was exasperated, staring over at her with jaw agape. "Busy! I-I'm busy! Gods, Morgan!"

She giggled. "Are you two having fun? Or... is this a rape?" She was genuinely curious, apparently nonplussed at the idea of her sister getting forcible copulated like this.

Severa just shot her a deathly glare.

"I'll never forgive you for this!"