HEY KID WANNA /SS/

	It was almost time again. Robin shivered  in his too-large cloak with -- excitement? Anticipation? Fear? -- while night fell like a shroud over the shepherd's encampment outside of the town. The rest of the army were retiring for the night, burying fires and setting watch. And he was still awake, reading a massive tome by flickering candlelight, tapping his feet and eyes unseeing. She would come soon. She always came to him when it was dark. Robin took one last look at the book before closing it with some effort and extinguishing the candle on his table, throwing himself onto the bed and wrapping the pillow around his head. Slowly his breath steadied as he focused, calming himself steadily as he lay there in the comforting dark. Minutes passed, and Robin slid further and further towards sleep before the tent flap was gently pulled aside, the rustling quiet but still the loudest thing in the tent. Robin pulled the pillow off his head in time to see Cherche duck into the tent, pink-red hair ever so slightly less than immaculate. "Robin?"
	She didn't wait for a response, stalking over to him with her head lowered due to the height of the tent. Cherche sat at the side of the bed, prim and proper but with a wide smile on her face. He liked that smile (and part of him wanted to see it forever) but another part of Robin screamed at him that this just wasn't right. He was, what, twelve, thirteen? They hadn't ever got a good clarification on how old he was but it couldn't be normal for him and someone of her age to do these... things, no matter how much she may want them. One of Cherche's hands had found it's way to his back and had begun softly rubbing, gentle circles in his back from high to low. Her voice cut through the air, tinged with humor. "You know Robin, it's considered rude to not greet a lady when she greets you." He flushed in embarrassment even if she couldn't see his face. "S-sorry." "It's quite alright, dear. Have you been a good boy?" Gods, this was hard. Everything she said made him feel like a child, and then they did these un-childlike things. "Y-yeah..." The fact that she made him weak at the knees even in public didn't help either.
	He met her gaze, finally after minutes of looking away while she comforted him. She stared into his eyes with something he couldn't identify but looked a lot like hunger, smile on her face almost predatory. "That's good! Good boys are rewarded." She nudged him and he flipped over. They had done this enough for Robin to know where this was going, but she stopped him when he reached for his pants. "Silly boy, you have to let me do it or it isn't much of a reward, is it?" By now she was kneeling at the side of his bed, undoing his pants eagerly and dragging them down his legs, letting his cock spring from it's containment. It wasn't fully up and he hated how small he was, knowing he wasn't big enough yet for a woman like her. But still she smiled when he stiffened, and teasing him with one hand, rubbing the head slowly in circles like she had with his back not moments before. The silk of her gloves enhanced the experience for him, forcing a whimper from his throat and causing her to take him into her hand. Her other hand quested across his chest, pulling the buttons open in his shirt and pushing him down when he tried to curl up away from her or into her. The way Cherche's gloves slid over him, up and down his cock and the other rubbing at his chest and teasing his nipples was unbearable, the sensations viciously assaulting his mind in an incredibly primal way. But it was when she leaned down to his face, lips inches from his that he felt his end approaching -- too soon, he knew. He tried to say something, words tumbling from his mouth. "I-I'mgonn--"
	She cut him off with her lips, tongue overpowering his and exploring every corner of his mouth while her hand sped it's motions. He tried to pull away, tried to move her hand but she was older than him and stronger, and he couldn't escape in time while she dominated his mouth and soon he was cumming, white seed spattering her gloves, hips bucking and a moan trying to escape her heavy kiss. Cherche pulled away, small blush covering her cheeks and a grin on her face. "My my, aren't we eager? Not even two minutes and already you're ruined my gloves!" Her cum-soaked hand tapped at her chin before she slowly licked at the glove, swirling his seed in her mouth for a moment before giving an audible gulp. "But I forgive you." Robin could feel himself harden again and he would've covered his face if not for her arm holding his down, flushing red in the face. She pulled back again, standing up and he moved, kicking his pants off while she began to remove her own clothing. She hadn't worn her armor to his tent, so her stripping took her much shorter than it normally would, something that displeased Robin (but he would never let anyone but her know that) but she put on a good show for him regardless, making sure to bend and twist at the right times, hair swinging after she removed her headband. Finally, she stood before him, tall (from his perspective, admittedly) and beautiful, confident  and powerful before she strode back over to him and 'helped' him out of his coat which he had been in the process of removing before stopping to watch her. Of course, her help consisted of about two parts groping him to one part actually taking off his clothing, but he couldn't complain that such a beautiful woman was showing interest in someone like him.
	He too was naked before her, and she pulled Robin to his feet before her. Cherche's gaze made him feel -- self conscious? She giggled as he tried to cover herself, pulling his arms away from his body before sitting on the edge of the bed, legs spread and with a hand on her lower lips, spreading them ever so slightly. "Come here, dear." she beckoned, gesturing him to stand before her. When he did, Cherche's legs wrapped behind his back, pulling him closer to her cleft and into her waiting arms. Robin blushed when his cock made contact with her, the heat and moisture overpowering even from outside. He tried to speak, but she shushed him as he opened his mouth, and with her spare hand guided him into a kiss. In contrast with their last, she made no effort to take him with her tongue, just gently caressing his lips with hers while she guided him into her dripping entrance. The head slid in with little resistance, and Robin gasped again, unable to pull away with her legs around him and his head pulled to her own. The two of them sat there for a moment, both breathing (but Robin more heavily) before she squeezed with her legs, egging him on as he began to thrust under her guidance.
	Robin couldn't help but feel inadequate even as she hummed into his ear, head in the crook of her shoulder while he thrust with all he was worth. He was such a terrible lover, he thought while she hugged him close and encouraged him, sweet nothings in his ear while he struggled to find a rhythm. He wasn't big enough yet to satisfy her, he was sure -- her own climaxes just flukes in the grand scheme of things. Robin knew how these things were supposed to go, and this didn't fit any of the many ways that Sumia's books described to him. Cherche had begun to sigh while he pushed into her as best as he could, breathy and high as she clenched with his downthrust, her tightness and warmth overpowering his senses. Her breasts slapped against him with each movement of the bed, not hard but with enough force to notice. Unfortunately, his orgasm snuck up on him all at once and her legs around him encouraging him meant that he couldn't get away when his balls tightened and he whimpered, thrusting into her the final time as he unloaded himself into her, six spurts to her core. She held him while tears ran down his face. "I-I'm so sorry, Cherche." "Shh. There's nothing to be sorry for, good boy." Moments in time passed before she gently stood him upright again -- in time to lead him onto the bed.
	He lay there again, inexplicably hardening when she clambered over him to sit at his waist. His cock lay against her immaculately trimmed flower, regaining it's vitality with each moment while a blush spread across Cherche's face. "But still, you've gotten your reward and now I'm going to take mine." That sounded... ominous to him, but her hand on his chest prevented him from moving much and her amorous gaze didn't seem too worrying. They'd done it like this the first time they were together back in that harbor in Regna Ferox, less than two weeks after they'd met. Still, it awed him to see her like this, demonstrating her power when her thighs dwarfed his own legs in their toned musculature, breasts hanging down when she leaned over him to kiss him on the lips again and her tongue forcing it's way into his mouth. When they pulled apart again he gasped for air while she lifted her hips, guiding herself onto his length. She dropped onto him, prompting a whimper from him and a moan -- an actual moan, he thought -- from her while she hung over him, hands on either side of his head. His own hands found their way to her breasts, which he kneaded to her appreciative gasps before she began to move, causing them to bounce ever so slightly in his greedy hands.
	Cherche stared down at him, smile wide and face flushed while she whispered nothing in particular to him, talking about how lovely he was and how cute he could be in that breathy voice that always made Robin rock hard, which was completely unnecessary while she bounced on his cock like it was her favorite thing in the whole world, sounds of desire forcing their way out of her mouth. Cherche ground her hips into his when she reached his base with almost unimaginable force and every time prompted a groan from the both of them before she rose again, squeezing with her hips the whole way. She teased him when she saw Robin drawing close again, pulling almost entirely out of him and waiting for the needy look on his face to die down, but the redness in her face was not dimming. Her moans grew deeper and more throaty, and her whispers grew into a steady chorus of "I love you, I love you Robin-" One of her hands had been diverted from the bed to her jewel, rubbing in short, sharp circles and he wished he could be doing that for her, but the absolute love in her eyes crushed that thought before it crystallized. In another moment she was howling, her voice low as it could get, and it was more of an extended moan than an actual scream while her depths twitched on him, bringing him to climax for the third time that night, her thighs squeezing uncomfortably tightly on his waist and legs wrapping to his for ten seconds.
	Afterward, when she had cleaned herself up and was fitting on her clothes to leave he managed to squeeze out to her something he had wanted to say for quite a while. "Hey, do you think... you could stay, for a while?" Cherche's face was unreadable for some time, staring directly at him while in the process of putting her pants back on. He feared that she would say no, of course, but that was lesser in his mind compared to the fear that she would mock him, say that he was overstaying their roles in this little affair they had. When her face split into a wide grin, his heart rose to his throat. "Of course, my dear."