TharjaxKellam - a request for /feg/

Tharja burst into her room, muttering excitedly to herself and clutching one of Robin's strategy books tightly against her chest. He had been surprisingly willing to part with them when she asked for a look, she thought, though she suspected he was simply happy that someone else was expressing an interest in strategy. Or so he thought.

Tharja's interest was not the content of the books of course, but the books themselves. Books that his hands had touched. Pages that his fingers had delicately turned. Hands trembling, she opened the book. It was an old tome about heavy infantry formations, but the printed words were meaningless to her. Instead she was drawn to the small annotations Robin had made every few pages. The recognized his handwriting instantly - she had collected several samples of it during her time in the Shepherds. She ran her fingers along the ink, imagining Robin's hands writing it. Robin's ink...

She let out a dirty giggle to herself at the thought and put the book down, before unfastening her belt and lying down on her bed. Robin was on her mind, more so that usual, and she had to relieve herself. Her hands crept down to her crotch and she closed her eyes, letting her imagination run wild.

She could almost feel him above her, climbing into bed with her and placing his hands on her hips. She let out a moan as she helped him pull off her bra and pull down her bodysuit to reveal her milk white flesh to him. Her nipples were erect and she began to play with them as she imagined Robin slinking down to her crotch with a grin on his lips. She could almost feel his member pressing against her lips, eager to push on into her, and she opened her legs in response.

By now she was completely lost in her fantasy. Robin was thrusting away at her, each push sending tingles of pleasure down her spine, and she was rubbing her nipples and moaning to herself. Her fantasy felt so very, very real...

It didn't quite resister at first when Robin shot his load, but Tharja quickly became aware of the hot semen shooting into her. She let out a gasp of surprise as she realized what had happened.

"T-Tharja?" came a familiar voice. "What's wrong?"

"Who said that?" she asked, looking around her desperately.

"Uhh, it's me: Kellam. Your husband..?"