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      Fire_Emblem_Series, Fire_Emblem:_Kakusei_|_Fire_Emblem:_Awakening
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  Character:
      Female_My_Unit_|_Avatar, Liz_|_Lissa, Soiree_|_Sully, Miriel_(Fire
      Emblem), Sumia_(Fire_Emblem), Maribelle_(Fire_Emblem), Velvet_|_Panne,
      Tiamo_|_Cordelia, Nono_|_Nowi, Sallya_|_Tharja, Anna_(Fire_Emblem)
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      Published: 2016-04-23 Updated: 2017-09-01 Chapters: 10/? Words: 10413
****** The Yuri Tactician: A Surfeit of Desire ******
by rightinthekokoro
Summary
     A minor divergence from the regular Awakening universe. What if Robin
     woke not just with a knack for tactics, but a thirst for nubile,
     powerful women? And what if Robin was a woman herself?
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
***** Lissa *****
Robin could remember naught but her name as a blue-haired youth pulled her up
from the field where she found herself. Unbeknownst to her, however, meeting
this youth would be merely the start of a twisted, yet all too delightful
journey for her...
The brand on Robin's hand quietly pulsed, it being a reminder of her true
heritage. As she helped her new found friends quell a group of bandits, the
tactician's thoughts kept straying not to the youth - named Chrom - who had
rescued her, nor to the knight accompanying him - Frederick, was it? - but to
the young girl who was with them. Lissa, Chrom's sister and sprightly cleric,
filled Robin's mind, and not in a merely friendly way. Robin's inner mind,
while an amnesiac mess, was driven by a primal need. And yet, somehow, this
need would not be slaked by men. In short, the new tactician of the Shepherds
wanted her fellow women in bed to satisfy that hunger inside of her.
The Shepherds would spend but a few days resting and resupplying in Ylisstol
before heading out for Regna Ferox. Robin had a tough time getting free to
pursue Lissa, as Chrom often required her presence, but she finally got her
chance one night as she was about to retire. As the tactician went to get some
sleep after a hectic day, she heard what appeared to be a low moaning sound.
Listening carefully, Robin realized it was coming from the cleric's room,
wondering what was going on. Tiptoeing out of bed, the white-haired girl found
Lissa's quarters, finding the door ajar. What she saw both shocked and
interested the amnesiac girl.
Lissa was but in her nightgown, hiked up to her hips, and from what Robin could
see in the moonlight it was apparent what the youngest princess of Ylisse was
up to. The cleric's legs were spread widely and her hand was furtively darting
at the space between. Lissa let out another low moan, careful not to wake
anyone else. Feeling her core wetten, Robin continued to watch, yet soon her
private show would abruptly stop as Lissa suddenly stood up and walked to the
door. Fearing the worst, the tactician quickly stood yet for some reason - the
chance of releasing pent-up passion, perhaps? - remained transfixed. Lissa
opened the door, a blush on her youthful face seeming to betray her desires.
"R-Robin! What are you doing here? Do you need anything?" was the surprised
call of the princess, and the tactician could reply naught. Putting two and two
together, however, the young cleric realized that the tactician had seen her
intimate undertaking.
"Please, Lissa, I can explain-" began the white-haired girl, her heart pounding
as a result of this transgression. Lissa gave her a pointed look, her normally
pigtailed hair let down for the night, finally replying, "Look, Robin, I know
it's rather unseemly. I should have left the door closed, but still-" the
cleric's explanation was interrupted by a surprise kiss from the newest
Shepherd. Both women, heady from the arousal they had - and was still yet
unquenched, began to savor each other. As the kiss deepened, tongues dueling
for a position of mutual pleasure, Robin took the initiative and began to knead
the princess' small yet pert breast. Lissa let out a moan into Robin's mouth as
she felt her nipple being lightly pinched; while she was certainly not proud of
how her chest seemed small-ish - Emmeryn did tell her she had a few more years
to fill out, so to speak - she nevertheless prized just how sensitive her
nipples were. Robin then broke off the kiss, hiking Lissa's nightgown once
more, revealing the cleric's sanctum to another's eyes. Lissa's lower lips
glistened with her pleasure from earlier, and a smattering of pale golden hair
around her womanhood shone in the moonlight. The youngest princess would soon
get another kiss.
Robin savored Lissa's taste, finding the sprightly girl's cunny to be sweet yet
not overly cloying, and as the short hairs tickled her nose the tactician
explored her new lover's hole more, finding the sensitive button near its top
that she was all to familiar with. It was all Lissa could do to prevent herself
from screaming, with the princess almost biting into her hand. As the tactician
continued her ministrations, however, she did not neglect to release her own
pent-up desire, her hand snaking into her smallclothes to probe, to touch, and
to explore herself to equalize the pleasure she was giving. "Robin, please..."
came the now breathy cries of the cleric, and as she neared her peak Lissa
began to tweak her nipples through her nightgown. And lo, it came - just as
Robin gave Lissa's clit a rather forceful lick and Robin herself thumbed her
own love button one time too many - both girls came, reaching a high both
needed in some time.
Soon after, Lissa began to drift off to sleep, and Robin quietly headed back to
her own room. Though satisfied for now, the inner hunger in the tactician was
yet to be slaked, and her thoughts began drifting towards a redheaded knight as
slumber took the amnesiac girl...
***** Sully *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
It had been a day since Robin's fateful encounter with Lissa, and though the
princess' taste had been on her mind since, a thought within the tactician's
mind urged her on. One conquest was not enough; nay, her hunger was just
beginning to be sated. A deep urge came to her mind, fleeting, yet with
promises of desire - as the rush came, Robin could feel it, her core aching -
yet her reverie was disturbed by a husky voice.
"Hey, Robin! You okay?" came the brusque yet kind tone of Sully. The redheaded
knight had joined their group as they headed back to Ylisstol, with a lecherous
archer named Virion in tow. The scene between the cavalier and her pursuer
would have been comedic had it not been for the circumstances they encountered,
being set upon by a group of undead soldiers they dubbed the Risen. Robin got a
full look at the woman knight, drinking in her rough yet beautiful presence.
She had to admit Sully had her own charm - quite different from Lissa's, but a
charm all the same. Whereas the princess was a silk glove around a core of
steel, Sully was not unlike her armor - definitely tough, yet with a certain
softness to it all the same. And Robin decided in her mind, there and then,
that she wanted her knight.
"Yeah, Sully, I'm fine," finally came the tactician's reply. "I was just
thinking of something, though; would you be free to come to my quarters later?"
asked the white haired girl. "Well, tomorrow's the day we move out and head to
Ferox, but I suppose I have little else on my plate, yeah," Sully answered.
With this seed planted, Robin felt a warmth between her legs, her excitement
building up, yet she quickly set her mind to finishing preparations. Her...
needs could wait.
When that night came, Sully visited Robin's quarters as they had agreed upon.
"So what do you need me here for?" asked the knight, and the tactician answered
her with a deep kiss. Sully's eyes opened wide - while she had considered
herself to be open-minded, with interests in men and women both - she wasn't
expecting another woman, let alone one she knew for less than a week to be that
forward with her. Nevertheless, she eventually gave in, paying the kiss back
with her own tongue joining Robin's in a tug of war. Soon after, the two gasped
for breath, with Robin breathing out "bed" as the two let their bodies guide
them.
Sully was pleasantly surprised to see that under her robe Robin was as bare as
the day she was born, and soon the shirt and loose trousers she wore to bed
were thrown alongside that robe. Both women drank in the sight of their lover,
feeling their loins stir with desire. In Sully's mind's eye, Robin was simply
breathtaking; her slender figure was nonetheless sensuous, curves highlighting
her beauty all over. Two perfectly-sized globes sat on her chest, with rosy
pink nipples topping both. The knight saw a flash of white crowning the
tactician's womanhood, excitement building up as both Shepherds would seek out
each other.
For her part, Robin loved just how different Sully could be. While Lissa was a
dainty slip of a girl, Sully exuded an aura of tough womanhood. Muscular arms
and shoulders gave way to a decently sized chest, with her abdomen taut as a
bowstring. The knight's nipples were closer to that of a coffee brown, yet they
still invited desires. Yet Robin's focus was on the juncture of the redhead's
legs. Lissa's womanhood had but sparse blonde hairs, Robin kept her white
garden well trimmed, and yet Sully's dark red thatch crowned her apex, almost
unruly in its state. It was this primal evocation of a time where urges still
reigned paramount, and Robin's finger slid across the crimson jungle, finding
the opening she had been thirsting for since the day she was found. At this,
Sully let out a surprising soft coo, and she in turn rubbed Robin's core as
well.
Tactician straddled knight as the two began to explore mutually. Robin let out
a moan of her own as Sully brushed up against a soft spot inside her, and
shivered in excitement as the redhead added a second finger to her
ministrations. For her part, Robin began her second attack, and as her index
pushed into the cavalier's walls her thumb found Sully's jewel; at this Sully
let out another moan, more drawn out and earthy. Robin soon grew bold enough to
put in a third finger, letting Sully shudder as the slickness allowed the third
invading digit in eagerly. The feel of those crimson curls against her palm was
second only to the feeling Robin's core was getting from those callused yet
gentle fingers, and as Sully teased her other hole - without going in, much to
the tactician's chagrin - and Robin gave Sully's love button a tweak - the wave
of energy crashed around the both of them. Robin felt she saw stars as she rode
it out; Sully smiled delightfully as her high came. Both women soon licked
their fingers clean; and mutually finding each other's taste enticing, the
knight and the magician gave each other one more kiss, tasting themselves and
each other one more time.
When morning came, Robin found herself alone in bed, yet the smell of the air
around her and the tingling between her still bare legs was proof enough it was
not a dream. Her core tingled further, and it seemed there was still no end to
the tactician's hunger.
Chapter End Notes
     so here's chapter 2
     I bet you can predict who Robin ends up with next chapter
     if you need a hint I won't give you one lest I fall to needless
     verbosity
***** Miriel *****
Chapter Summary
     Robin seduces the Shepherds' mage. What more is there to say?
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
The Shepherds had made camp for the night on their journey towards Regna Ferox.
It came after a hard battle with yet more of the Risen, and the rest was not
only well-deserved but necessary; Ferox was still a day's march away.
The fell desires that lay within Robin's mind continued to pull at her. Her
conquests of both Lissa and Sully were certainly sating, and whilst they were
willing to go back for more, Robin felt it was not enough. Her thoughts went
thus to the only other woman she had not seduced, Miriel the mage.
Whilst the sesquipedalian magician was a bit aloof, Robin did know that Miriel
had a serious bent towards experimentation, knowing full well her investigative
tendencies. A plan began to form in the tactician's head, and soon she wrote a
proposal and sent it to the redheaded mage.
Miriel was heading back to her tent after taking a spare Fire tome from the
supply; ensuring one's battle readiness by not running out of weapons was one
of the many things she prided herself on. Finding a letter addressed to her,
she opened it and saw what was in it thus -
"Come to my tent. I have an experiment I would like to do with you. Do come
alone, and make sure you are not seen. -Robin"
The idea struck a chord with the young mage. What was it that required her
intelligence from the Shepherds' tactician? And what was more, it was
definitely something that was important, or why else would Robin need her to
come in secret? Ensuring no one was following her, Miriel walked carefully to
the tactician's tent.
As she entered, she noted a rather uncanny silence right around the tent. "It
must be an elementary silence spell," she noted mentally. Inside, Miriel found
Robin, her arms crossed as she beamed at the mage. "Good evening, dear Miriel,"
welcomed Robin, her smile betraying nothing of the sensual plans she had for
the redhead. "You know, I have been curious about one thing, Miriel. I know how
you love conducting experiments to test theories you have..." and at this the
bespectacled girl answered. "Indeed, that would be an accurate observation,
Robin. Is there anything I may devote my energies to for you today?"
"Certainly," answered Robin, and Miriel noticed her dark robe was fitted more
around her. "I intend to see - by myself - if even a dedicated scholar like you
has had to express her... needs," the tactician's last few words dripping like
honey. Miriel was taken aback, "What do you intend, Robin?", and the mage was
suddenly very aware of a warmth in the lower portion of her body, and causing
her mind to flash back to the last time she had reached her peak. It had been
long enough, for her, and the way the tactician looked at Miriel meant she had
INDEED wanted to do that kind of experiment.
Thus indulging both her curiosities and her base libido, Miriel strode forward
and began to give Robin a kiss. "It seems she has had more experience in this
act than I have had," the mage noted mentally, remembering as of yet that she
had yet to lie with either man or woman. As the tactician began to deepen the
kiss, pushing her tongue into the mage's waiting and willing mouth, Miriel made
another note."Her tongue forcing entry into my mouth is probably meant to
please us in a mutually beneficial manner." At this Miriel felt herself moaning
into the kiss, and Robin began tugging on her robes as well.
Soon Miriel was divested of her clothing, barring her glasses and her hat, and
Robin had unbuttoned her own robe, revealing she was bare underneath it. The
two magic using women drank in each other's bodies, and Robin licked her lips
as she gazed at Miriel's body. The mage's robes did not do her justice, as its
looseness did not showcase the full figure the redhead boasted. A beautiful
bespectacled face led down to a pale neck, leading down into pale, soft
shoulders. Her chest proudly bore two teats, which in Robin's mind were
definitely larger than either Lissa's or Sully's, though not too large as to be
pendulous and a hindrance. Two pink buds capped Miriel's full chest, and they
continued down a somewhat soft stomach - Miriel was by no means out of shape,
yet she did not have the taut physique of a warrior like Sully - and further
down into wide hips that accentuated the mage's curves. And most of all, Robin
felt aroused at the hairy yet carefully maintained mound that Miriel bore, its
shade of near-auburn hinting her natural hair color, between two creamy and
plump thighs that completed the magician's curvy figure.
For her part, Miriel felt the heat in her loins go into overdrive as she saw
Robin's equally impressive figure. While the tactician was nowhere as curvy as
she was, it was nevertheless one that deserved much admiration. From her
shoulders down to her perky breasts, down to her toned abdomen, and with what
were clearly drops of arousal on the shock of white that adorned her sanctum,
Miriel let her latent urges occupy her brilliant mind.
Within moments Robin had lain on top of Miriel, her body oriented in the
opposite direction as the mage. Miriel looked up, seeing the tactician's needy
core right above her face, and in turn she could feel Robin's breaths on her
now bare mound. The redhead let out a guttural moan as her tactician and newest
lover began to eat her out, and Robin was not complaining, even as Miriel's
bush tickled her chin. Taking the hint, Miriel began to reciprocate, licking up
Robin's core like a pegasus would a salt lick. "The taste is not unpleasant,"
noted Miriel once again. As the two magic users continued to eat each other out
and provide pleasure, both stepped up their game - Miriel added a probing
finger to her oral assault, whilst Robin began to put focus on the mage's love
button. Not too long afterwards, however, Miriel came with an uncharacteristic,
animal-like screech, feeling relieved about the Silence spell cast around it.
It didn't take long before Robin came as well, her juices dripping down
Miriel's finger and on to her face.
Happy with the results of the experiment, Miriel fastidiously redonned her
robes, and sneaked back to her tent. Robin, clad in naught but her robe, smiled
as she had yet again sampled a beautiful young woman, her desires slaked in the
mean time.
Chapter End Notes
     We're back! Robin's nowhere near done, though, and maybe, just maybe,
     she'll run into a pegasus knight who will add to her, erm, collection
     of "friends".
***** Sumia *****
Chapter Notes
     So we're back. And Robin has her way with a pegasus knight.
     I think the pattern's really obvious by now, so yes, Maribelle should
     be next.
Robin sighed as she felt her fatigue catch up to her. Their embassy to Ferox
had hit a snag; the border guards were under the impression their journey was
not innocent. After a clearing up a few misunderstandings, however, the
Shepherds were allowed to pass unmolested through Feroxi land.

The garrison commander, Raimi, had graciously allowed the Shepherds to stay the
night. Robin found the Feroxi's steely gaze tempting, but the inner part of her
- the part of her that throbbed with need - whispered to her it was looking for
someone else. Robin thought back - she had already bedded three women, one of
them Prince Chrom's own sister, no less! No, this time, the urge within her
pointed her in another direction. It had been a rather thorny situation that
the Shepherds found themselves in earlier that day, and had it not been for
Sumia and her newfound pegasus, they might have ended up as chopped liver. It
was in the heat of that moment that Robin thought of pairing up the Shepherds
to victory, and the tactician could not help but think of Sumia, her with her
lithe, pegasus-honed body, with her light brown hair cascading past her
shoulders, an image of pure beauty.

Robin felt her urge once more, whispers turning into a heat around her abdomen.
As she then stood in a bid to calm it down - seducing girls while off-duty was
one thing, trying to bed a fellow soldier on an expedition was another - she
then very nearly bumped into someone. Someone with long, light brown hair.
Someone whose figure was easily one of the best Robin had ever seen in her
life, not that she had much to go off of given her amnesia.

It was Sumia, in a simple nightgown, staring up at the white-haired tactician,
her cleavage visible from Robin's point of view. "S-sorry," was all the
whitehair could say, trying her best not to stare at Sumia's bosom. Offering
her hand, Robin helped the brunette up, making sure to compensate for Sumia's
rather poor balance. "Thanks, Robin," was all the other girl could say. "I was
looking for a room, and this border outpost isn't exactly full of them,"
started the brunette. Robin raised an eyebrow in curiosity, and asked, "why not
room with Lissa or the others?" "They already got a room, and they only had
three beds, so..." At this, Robin's pulse perked up, and the heat between her
loins throbbed in agreement. "I see. Sumia, why not room with me for now?"
Robin smiled, partly sincere, partly with an ulterior motive.

The room Robin had taken, had, instead of the expected bunk bed, had but a
single larger bed, and little else in terms of furnishing save a small desk and
a couple of chairs. The tactician had already doffed her large coat before
running into Sumia, her striped tank being her only upperwear. Sumia flopped on
to the bed, clearly tired as well from the battle that day. As Robin lay beside
her, she could not help but admire the brunette's body, clad as it was in a
nightgown. She had seen Lissa and Sully with their perky, if a bit small,
breasts. Miriel's were fuller, but Sumia probably had the largest rack of all
the women Robin had met since she woke up in that field. The pegasus knight's
large bosom tapered down to a nice, narrow waist, and then on to wide hips that
helped her on her pegasus. Sumia's legs were nicely toned, another consequence
of her pegasus training, ending in dainty feet. In other words, the brunette
Shepherd was downright gorgeous. All this and Robin could no longer hold back.
She gave Sumia a kiss - a light one, at first - which to the pegasus knight
felt a rather innocent good night kiss. She lightly blushed, but her hopes of
it being short but sweet ended when the tactician began to slide her tongue
into their liplock. Sumia could sense the whitehair's desire, and felt her own
hormones go into overdrive as she began to reciprocate.

The two women continued their kiss, until Robin tugged at the hem of Sumia's
nightgown, allowing her to remove it and leaving the pegasus knight in naught
but her underwear. Sumia blushed at this, leaving her big breasts in view. As
Robin began to kiss her down her neck, the whitehair began to tease one of said
breasts, kneading Sumia's right like a baker would with dough. Sumia whimpered,
and Robin kissed her again, ensuring she would never inadvertently wake
everyone else. Finally, Robin continued her ministrations by sucking lightly on
one of Sumia's large areolae, and tweaking the nipple on the other one. It did
not take long before Sumia shook, mewled, and for her panties to bear a rather
conspicuous wet spot. "Sumia, may I?" asked the tactician, and as the pegasus
knight nodded, she felt her last garment be taken off of her.

The sight that greeted Robin was nonetheless beautiful. Sumia had trimmed all
but a small patch of light brown on her mound, shaped in the form of a pegasus
wing. Her otherwise bare lips glistened with her wetness, herneed. For once,
instead of a methodical assault like she was accustomed to, Robin began by a
steady, if standard technique: she began to suckle on the brunette's love
button, all while fingering her en route to another major mewl. As Sumia paused
to catch her breath, though, she then saw Robin doff her clothing, all while
grabbing something from her bag.

It seemed that the phallus that Robin had made to order had come with her to
Ferox, and she definitely wasn't passing up this chance. After harnessing it -
Robin moaned as the pad on the toy touched her own sanctum - she then gave
Sumia another kiss. "Robin, please", breathed the brunette as Robin then spread
her legs, and entered her with the material. Pleasure mounted in both women as
Sumia felt herself be filled, whilst Robin, though contenting herself to her
toy bumping her clit, nevertheless felt their ultimate pleasure. Soon, Sumia
was the first to ride out her third orgasm of the night, and even Robin herself
joined it just as her first came to her right afterwards.

Soon Sumia and Robin found themselves sound asleep, yet the yearning inside the
tactician did grew even hotter than before.
***** Maribelle *****
Chapter Summary
     Robin has a new darling, even as a war threatens to engulf Ylisse.
Chapter Notes
     A new chapter for all you FE folk here.
     Warning for rather creative staff abuse.
Things had moved so fast for Robin and the Shepherds the past fortnight. Whilst
their mission to Ferox was a success, with East-Khan Flavia enthroned, a
mysterious youth wielding a sword identical to Chrom's Falchion had appeared
and had taken them to a close fight. And just when things looked up for Ylisse,
everything would change as a diplomatic incident with Plegia had set the stage
for a coming war.

Robin was familiar with the lady Maribelle; she was Lissa's closest friend, and
were it not for the prompt action of young Ricken and the Shepherds fighting
off a skirmish, it would have been curtains for the troubadour. As it was, the
two young women sat at a table, nary a word spoken between each other. When the
two first met, there wasn't much warmth or bonhomie between them, but as Robin
learned from Lissa, beneath a proud exterior lay a kindhearted woman with a
soul of steel.

Robin felt a rush from the urge in her, telling her that Maribelle was to be
her next. With the troubadour joining their ranks, it simply felt right that
she was to enjoy Robin's touch as well, but the tactician could not find an
opening or exploit to get the noblewoman under her thrall. And then it hit her;
if she could not find a way to seduce Maribelle, why not simply wait for
Maribelle to seduce her? It was an interesting change of pace; after all, Robin
had taken the charge in all her conquests thus far. Even the more
straightforward women like Sully and Miriel let Robin take command, but it
seemed that Maribelle was definitely the personality that would change all
that.

"Robin?" asked a honeyed voice, and as the tactician turned she saw Maribelle
look her right in the eyes, and whispered, "I heard everything about you. From
Lissa." A chill ran down the tactician's spine, and it seemed as if her
indiscretions with her fellow women would compromise her.  The words that
followed would reassure her, as the troubadour continued, "Why don't we get
together sometime, my dear? I'll be available tonight," and as Maribelle stood
and left towards her chambers, she whispered in Robin's ear, "be a good girl
for me, all right?" It was all the white-haired girl could do to not ogle the
blonde lady's bottom as she sashayed out.

By night the prospect of seducing Maribelle had taken firm hold in Robin's
mind, and as such she headed towards the lady's room. Robin knocked, and as she
opened the door into a rather dark room she felt a surprisingly strong hand
hold her wrist,  and the tactician melted into a forceful, yet gentle, kiss.
Maribelle it seemed had experience in this respect. "Strip," ordered the
troubadour, and as Robin complied, her eyes began to adjust to the darkness of
the room. Maribelle had ditched her riding dress, and was dressed in a black
corset that accented her rather generous curves. Unlike Sumia, who had a lithe
body to go with said curves, Maribelle had a frame more like Miriel's, yet
shorter and somewhat pudgier. The overall effect was that of a pampered, plump
young lady, yet one with an undeniable core of steel. Soon Maribelle's eyes saw
what she could of Robin's figure, with the round bosom and thighs occupying her
attention. "Lie down," Maribelle commanded again, and Robin, for her part, was
enjoying being on the submissive side for once. "Let me see if you are as good
as my darling Lissa says, dear Robin," and with a smile, she motioned towards
her crotch. Maribelle had worn crotchless panties that night, and from what
Robin saw in the moonlight, the troubadour was in the habit of shaving herself
down there, her smooth lady lips glistening with pleasure. "Would you be a dear
and lick me?" Maribelle's honeyed voice was all it took to convince the
tactician.

Robin licked up Maribelle's slit, savoring the rather tea-like taste on her
tongue, and the coos she heard from above were a sign she was doing well. The
white haired girl soon varied her attack, her licks increasingly focusing on
the troubadour's clit peeking through its enclosure. It looked rather large,
particularly on a girl of Maribelle's frame, and yet it looked delectable to
the tactician. "Mmph! Right there!" came the response as Robin gave it a quick
peck with her lips. Robin tried at this stage to add a finger or two to her
oral assault, yet the blonde had anticipated this, sitting on her chest and
preventing the tactician's arms from helping. Her mouth was all Robin had to
bring Maribelle to nirvana. Resigned to a purely oral ministration, Robin then
began to focus on the troubadour's love button, her tongue occasionally dipping
down and slipping into Maribelle's hole. And with a quick yelp and whimper,
Maribelle came, her legs shuddering as she came down from her afterglow.

"We're not done yet, darling," came the word from the troubadour, as she took a
Mend staff from her bedside. "What's that for?", Robin asked, as she then saw
Maribelle aim the staff right at her crotch. A warm feeling not unlike that of
a healing staff came over the white haired girl, yet Maribelle had focused it
on her cunny, making her sensitive erogenous regions overflowing with pleasure.
Robin's clit throbbed and her opening tingled as it overloaded with healing
energy. Maribelle then took the end of the Mend staff, and after another jolt
of pleasure on her puss, inserted the end into Robin's white furred snatch.
Robin's eyes went wide as she nearly came right there and then, and it was all
she could do to hold on to the staff as Maribelle doffed her corset and
revealed her plump body to Robin. Maribelle's breasts were on par with that of
Sumia's, even with the corset off, however, her tummy was rather rounded and
had a bit of fat on it. Robin did not mind, however; this blonde troubadour had
managed to teach her pleasures she never knew! Maribelle teased at her entrance
with the staff again, and as she did so she presented her crotch back at the
tactician, who immediately realized she needed to please the troubadour if she
wanted to cum. Robin and Maribelle got into a rhythm thus, as tactician's
tongue met troubadour's quim, and a blonde's staff met a white hair's yoni.

The sounds of their lovemaking continued all through the night.
***** Panne *****
Chapter Summary
     Girl meets rabbit girl, rabbit girl is in heat, they screw each other
     senseless.
Chapter Notes
     Here's another chapter! Technical trigger warning for interspecies
     sex, but you probably knew that given the pattern.
     This chapter was forbidden in Daein due to portrayals of relations
     with filthy sub-humans as it were, though.
Things moved very quickly in the aftermath of Plegia's de facto declaration of
war. While the Shepherds had moved back to Ylisstol to regroup, even the palace
was not safe as a band of unidentified assassins snuck in one night and forced
a battle. Had it not been for the prompt help of a few people - like the
mysterious Falchion-wielding youth, who turned out to be a young woman, a
sweets-addicted turncoat thief named Gaius, and most intriguing of all, the
last of a rabbit-like race known as the taguel, a female named Panne, then
surely Exalt Emmeryn would have perished and Prince Chrom seriously injured.

It had been decided afterwards that the Exalt would flee Ylisstol and make for
the mountains, escorted by the Shepherds. It was the last day before their
departure that Robin finally had a chance to talk to Panne, and with everyone
busy preparing, the whitehaired girl found herself alone with the taguel.

"Good morning," greeted the tactician to her newest comrade. Panne said
nothing, but replied soon after, "good day, human. What brings you here?"
"Well, I just wanted to get to know our new friends, and-" "Friends? I am but
here for a debt to your Exalt, you know," came the rather icy reply, yet Robin
could feel a hint of hesitation. At this the taguel suddenly looked agitated,
her eyes dilating and her body stretching. A slight smell wafted through the
room, which was definitely not unpleasant; Robin could not pinpoint the exact
nature of the smell, but the presence inside her that led to her sleeping with
all her fellow female Shepherds seemed to react to this smell like no other.

"R-Robin?" came the ragged query from Panne, her voice and energies taken up
with something. "I-I'm going, going in heat," and as she breathed these words
out, everything added up for the tactician. No wonder Panne wanted to be alone,
and that would also explain the nice smell she had that awakened her inner
seductress once more. With a smirk, Robin closed the distance between herself
and the taguel, and declared, "I'll help you with it." "But-" Panne's protests
were for naught as Robin gave her a kiss, one that surprised her but pleased
her hormonal self all the same, and as her pheromone-laden body arced as the
whitehaired girl continued her kiss, she shuddered. The taguel very nearly
came, yet her body was still on fire with the hormones surging through her.
Panne let go of the kiss, and began licking her way on to Robin's neck, and the
tactician mewled as pleasure coursed through her as well.

As Panne continued her tongue bath, her hands deftly tossed aside the meager
armor that doubled as her clothing, revealing herself to Robin, who was
transfixed by the taguel's body. The tactician all but stared as Panne began to
undress her as well, leaving the two women naked and basking in each other's
gaze. Panne's lithe frame was that of a speedster, with a narrow body, yet with
nicely shaped breasts that invited admiration. Her hips were rather wide, and
one notable difference between humans and taguel was that Panne's entire lower
portion was covered with fur. Panne's lower lips were flared, her love juices
dripping down her legs. Robin, for her part, felt her growing arousal at
viewing a definitely nonhuman, but still very feminine body, her white-furred
core getting wet at this.

Panne began to lick all over Robin's breasts, her tongue bathing the
tactician's nipple with her saliva. The smell was rather intriguing; Robin
thought she smelled a bit of earthy grass coming from her wet chest. For her
part, the tactician began to explore the taguel's needy core, finding it looser
than she had expected. Taking a risk, Robin began to pump three fingers right
into Panne's cunny, letting the silky feel of her flesh wrap around them. Panne
cooed, then grazed her rather sharp teeth along Robin's nipple. While she did
not draw blood, the erotic mix of pain and pleasure left the tactician very
turned on, her pink nipples getting painfully erect at this manipulation of her
nerves. Finding her hand drenched, Robin took her fingering of the sweet folds
belonging to Panne further, culminating in the whitehaired girl forcing her
fist right into the brown bunny's tunnel. Panne gasped, and as she moved her
tongue bath to Robin's belly she began to have her own hand frig the
tactician's wet puss. "Ghha!" moaned Robin as Panne slipped a thin, yet very
dexterous finger inside. Taking extra care so as not to wound Robin with her
clawed fingers, Panne's exploratory digit probed around, and finding a rather
intriguing spot, began to manipulate the tactician's G-spot. "Haa~" moaned the
tactician again as she was brought to near nirvana, and Panne figured to add
her thumb pressing against the amnesiac's clit.

Soon their mutual finger dance came to a head as human and taguel climaxed, and
as Panne squirted her love juice around Robin's very  drenched hand and Robin
squealed as the rabbit-woman fingered her arousal swollen puss. The tactician
withdrew her hand, smelling the love juices; it came as the pleasant smell of
dew and sunshine she had been smelling since earlier, and the taguel did
likewise, her fingers slightly less wet but with a sheen of orgasm nonetheless.
The two women gave their fingers a lick, tasting each other, and with yet
another kiss, Panne felt her heat subside. Robin for her part was pleased with
yet another conquest, but she could still feel the urge within her. When would
it end?
***** Cordelia *****
Chapter Summary
     Robin meets with a very talented (and definitely NOT talented)
     pegasus knight amidst a big crisis.
Chapter Notes
     I might have gotten carried away in this chapter, heh.
Ylisse was on the ropes, even Robin had to agree.

While the attack on Emmeryn at Ylisstol was thwarted, it did but naught to the
Plegian advance, and as the Shepherds fled to the safety of the mountains, it
was for naught as Emmeryn surrendered herself in order to protect Chrom and
Lissa. What was more, the force of pegasus knights that were Ylisse's first
line of defense were all obliterated, save for a young woman named Cordelia.

Cordelia herself seemed to be composed as she joined the Shepherds in their
efforts to turn the tide of war, but Robin knew she was taking it worse than
she made it appear. After all, no one could see their comrades fall one by one
and make it through emotionally unscathed. What was worse, the tactician could
see that the redheaded pegasus knight had her own pining as well; even though
Chrom was clearly interested in other women, Cordelia's crush on the Ylissean
prince was very obvious.

A cunning plan entered the whitehaired tactician's mind, and it seemed that the
hunger inside Robin concurred with it.

Robin passed by Cordelia's quarters, making sure to appear discreet. After all,
while she had planned to talk to the prodigy, she had to make it look like she
didn't mean it after all, lest Cordelia get too suspicious and ruin the
tactician's seduction plan. As the amnesiac passed the redhead's doorway, she
saw the young pegasus knight sitting on her bed, knees up to her chest, quietly
sobbing. "Cordelia?" asked the soft voice of the whitehaired girl, giving off
an air of empathy that was part genuine and part scheming. "Robin?", answered
Cordelia, her voice breaking as she stopped her crying. "I-I can't let you-
" began the pegasus knight with a sudden steel in her voice, yet as Robin
entered and approached Cordelia, the redhead shook her head and sighed.

"It's fine, Cordelia, I'm here for you. I think you just need a shoulder to cry
on," offered the tactician as she sat beside the prodigy, rubbing the latter's
back as she sobbed a little more. Robin began rubbing up Cordelia's back, and
as she reached those firm shoulders, she added her other hand and began to
massage them. "Poor girl, you've gone through so, so much," cooed the whitehair
as her hands drifted slowly downward. Cordelia felt entranced as Robin's
relaxing touch kneaded her shoulders and upper chest, and suddenly a pang of
fear and reality set in the prodigy,  as Robin's hands settled at the top of
Cordelia's breasts.
Reading trashy romance novels that rather importantly featured buxom female
leads and requesting a larger breastplate were simply two of the things
Cordelia did to adjust and compensate for her rather modest bust. She was
frankly really jealous of how every other girl in her pegasus knight squad, and
her best friend Sumia, seemed to have fuller, rounder, and frankly bigger teats
than she had, and in a way Cordelia felt that puberty left her behind despite
being gifted in other ways. As Robin cupped her small boobs, Cordelia blushed
as red as her hair, but she heard but a chuckle from the tactician. "S'okay,
Cordy," began Robin, kneading the perky chest in her hands and feeling the
prodigy's nipples stiffen, "but you better think on the bright side for once.
Your boobs fit perfectly in my hands, and if what they say about small breasts
being more sensitive is true, then-" Robin's velvet like fingers gave her
nipples a slight pinch, and Cordelia did all she could to avoid awakening the
entire fort with a scream of delight.


A part of the pegasus knight was perplexed at the situation. After all, her
good friend was groping her and on the small chest she had come to be ashamed
of no less! Not to mention that if there were someone she thought about
massaging her tits, it was a certain blue-haired prince, but as it was those
thoughts blurred together with that of a certain white-haired amnesiac.
"Oooooh," cooed the prodigy as Robin peppered kisses down her neck while
running her hands across her front, ghosting against both pebbled nipples and a
tight stomach from years of training. "Cordelia, let's loosen up. Why not take
off your top? I can't massage you well with it." The words seemed innocent, and
yet the redhead could detect every syllable of seduction set in them. The
difference this time was that she did not resist. As Cordelia doffed her top,
leaving her in a rather short skirt, panties, and leggings, she heard Robin
discarding most of her clothes as well, and the prodigy turned to face the
tactician.

Cordelia felt a minor pang of vindication in her heart as she took in Robin's
body. While it was certainly that of a healthy young woman's, and Cordelia
admitted she had nothing on Robin's rack, which was still on the smaller side
of the female Shepherds, the fact remained that Cordelia's body was still
fitter in a sense. Robin, for her part, smiled at Cordelia's pink and very hard
nipples, basking in their call to her to ravish them. Robin began her assault
by lightly sucking on Cordelia's right nipple, and tickled the left one with
her hand. "R-Robin!" moaned the pegasus knight as her small, but very perky and
sensitive breasts were given a pleasurable overload by a woman who befriended
and now seduced her.

Cordelia reciprocated by massaging Robin's rack. It was certainly larger than
hers, and it was the first time she touched another woman's breasts since
pegasus knight training, but it mattered less and less now. Soon, Robin ended
her oral assault in order to give the prodigy a kiss, which Cordelia soon
reciprocated, as both young women fondled each other's breasts. A warm welling
came from their cores, as their mental arousal began to manifest its physical
symptoms.

Robin finally doffed her pants, revealing her entire self to Cordelia, who on
her part decided to strip as well, reciprocating in order to involve two young
women in passion. The tactician and the prodigy drank in each other's eyes, and
whether it was Robin's rounded areolae or her trimmed yet unruly curls
indicating her natural hair color, or Cordelia's thick thighs or the neatly
trimmed triangle of red hair adorning her womanhood, both found perfect amorous
partners in each other.

Robin took out from one of the pockets of her robe a long cylinder with tapered
ends, and upon seeing this Cordelia recognized it for what it was. The pegasus
knight watched as Robin smoothly inserted one end of the phallus into herself,
her juices paving the way, and Cordelia hoped she was wet enough. Robin crawled
on top of the redhead, and as she gave an adorable smile, the tactician lowered
herself on to the pegasus knight, their nipples meeting and the toy filling out
both women.

Robin ground her hips as she took charge and let her dominant side take over,
and with every thrust of the two-headed toy their swollen clits met and
enhanced their pleasure even more. Robin, feeling herself so close, gave
Cordelia a deep, hungry kiss, and with a few more oscillating thrusts Cordelia
felt herself go limp and achieve a much-needed orgasm, and Robin followed suit,
her desire sated much.
***** Nowi *****
Chapter Summary
     Robin finally meets a manakete, and they have some fun play time
     together.
Chapter Notes
     Warnings for this chapter include: legal lolis, rimming, and very
     light biting. As well as very liberal interpretations of manakete
     biology.
Things were turning around for Ylisse and her Shepherds as war raged with
Plegia. While Plegia had thrown the first punch, instigating an invasion of its
neighbor, and taking Exalt Emmeryn hostage in the process, Ylisse had taken
advantage of its alliance with Regna Ferox, and the Feroxi aid was appreciated
as the Shepherds launched a counter-invasion in order to rescue their Exalt.
Whispers of the all too recent crusade waged by the previous Exalt came, but
with Plegia starting the war and Emmeryn being loved by all of her people,
sympathy fell with the Ylisseans this time.

Robin had successfully led the Shepherds with their first incursion into
Plegian lands, and in the process came to the rescue of an experienced
mercenary named Gregor and a mysterious waif named Nowi. While at first glance
she appeared to be a child - and her attitude did not disabuse one of that
notion - she was one of the last, if not the last, member of the ancient
Manakete race, who were dragons who took on human form and sealed their power
in dragonstones. Nowi's powers were mighty indeed, and she had helped Robin and
friends beat the Grimleal hounding them in Plegia.

One upside to being a Manakete was incredible longevity, though Nowi did not
consider it to be much of one, as outliving one's friends was not her idea of a
great time. Nevertheless, Robin felt the pull from within her, and her need
pulsed in her much stronger than it did with the others. As it was, however,
she had her reservations about seducing the manakete, given her childlike
appearance and attitude, but after clearing it up with Nowi and learning she
was, in fact, a thousand years old (making her the oldest in the army despite
being more childish than anyone, Lissa included), Robin's reluctance began to
dissipate.

Robin was napping in her tent after a tiring morning involving tactical plans
and meeting with Chrom and Frederick regarding their next move. Plegia Castle
was not far from where they were after all. Feeling something move into her
cot, the tactician opened her eyes to a small figure with long ears. "Nowi?"
asked the amnesiac, wondering why the manakete decided to join her in her nap.
"Oh, hey, Robin, I thought you were sound asleep!" replied the smaller girl, as
it was apparent that Nowi wanted something from the tactician. "I wanted to
play with you today, but it seems you're tired," Nowi pouted, and she began to
rise from the bed, but Robin thought quick and a beautiful idea came to her.
"Don't go, Nowi," breathed out the whitehaired girl, and grabbed Nowi's arm and
bade her to rest again on the bed.

For a few minutes tactician and manakete laid on the bed, with Robin hugging
Nowi in a spoon position. Nowi smiled as she felt her friend's warm embrace,
but Robin had other plans. Robin's fingers ghosted over Nowi's small chest,
feeling the tiny bosom and hardening nipples. "R-robin?" asked a shocked Nowi,
who despite her small frame and childish attitude was certainly anything but.
She learned about the birds and bees a long time before anyone else in the
Shepherds was born, and her captors weren't exactly the wholesome type. Still,
she was unspoiled by a man, and Robin's touch was much gentler than the
perverts who tried to keep her as a slave.

The tactician's reply was simply kisses down the manakete's nape, and Nowi
sighed as her friend touched her. It was not unpleasant, definitely, and soon
Nowi felt wetness, her arousal manifesting as she felt damp down below. Robin
kissed down the blonde's back, and smelled fragrance, like apples and lemons
mixed together, as she made her way down Nowi's behind. Eventually ditching
Nowi's lower wear, she came upon a sight she most certainly did not expect.

As Nowi was a manakete, her biology was not completely like that of a regular
human's, and while the hole Robin expected to be wet certainly was, Nowi's
backdoor was wet as well. Robin realized the fruity smell was coming from the
blonde's pucker, and while she was not one for eating ass, given what most
people did with it, Nowi's pert little bottom was giving her second thoughts.
With a breath, Robin dove in and gave Nowi's little butthole an experimental
lick. It was most certainly not unpleasant, and the fruity smell gave way to a
sweet nectar that the tactician enjoyed. As Robin's tongue snaked into Nowi's
arse, the manakete decided to join in herself, and began to touch her hairless
cunny to complement the tongue bath her rear end was getting.

It did not take long for Nowi to cum, and as she lay breathing after her
orgasm, Robin doffed her clothes and presented her nude form to the manakete.
Nowi smiled, and pleaded, "I'll be the big spoon this time, please?" and the
tactician happily obliged, letting Nowi hug her from behind and fondle her
perfectly sized mounds. The blonde's right hand snaked down over her belly and
over white curls, and as the manakete's finger snaked over Robin's clit a
shockwave of delight came over the amnesiac's body. Nowi nibbled at Robin's
neck, though she made sure not to draw blood, and the pinpricks of pain melded
with the pleasure from her core. Just as Nowi dipped a finger into Robin's very
wet slit and her fang brushed against Robin's shoulder, the tactician came as
well, and both girls were spent.

"We should play like that again some time," cooed the manakete as Robin lay in
her arms.
***** Tharja *****
Chapter Summary
     Robin meets with a not so secret admirer. One who happens to be very
     much thirsty for her.
Chapter Notes
     Warnings for: copious pubic hair description and slight domme!Robin
     and sub!Tharja, but I digress.
They had failed.
They were so close to rescuing Emmeryn, but it was too little too late - Phila
and her pegasus knights sacrificed themselves to Plegian arrows, and the Exalt
herself chose to throw herself off the precipice. Emmeryn's sacrifice was not
for naught, with many Plegians choosing to surrender to Chrom's forces, but the
damage was done.
The gloomy atmosphere pervaded the Shepherds in their base in Ferox,
nevertheless, they were beaten, but not defeated. Chrom had given leave to
Robin to see to regrouping and reassuring their troops. Robin had remembered a
certain new recruit she had to see, and it was not just her lord's orders that
compelled her to act, but also the yearning from within her.
On the day Ylisse sought to rescue its exalt, Chrom had recruited a
disillusioned dark mage by the name of Tharja. While certainly of a dark
disposition, she was not of a purely malevolent sort; not only did she prove
her newfound loyalty by joining in her defeat of the Plegians, she also helped
ensure the safe escape of the Ylissean forces. And most of all, she had
displayed an uncanny attraction towards the tactician in their midst.
Robin had entered Tharja's room when a strange, enthralling smell hit her nose.
It certainly was not unpleasant, but it was rapidly clouding her mind.
"Tharja?" asked the tactician, and a soft moan came from the bed. Robin then
saw the dark mage sprawled across her bed, with a strangely seductive smile on
her face, and the sheer robes she normally wore nowhere to be found, her
modesty only protected by the cloth that covered her bosom and her womanhood.
"I'm glad you're here, Robin..." cooed the Plegian, and the tactician was
surprised as she finally realized what the smell was. It was an aphrodisiac -
and given Tharja's knowledge of magic, she immediately knew it was one that
would work only on its intended target. "I want you, please..." came the mewl
from the raven haired witch once more, and with the influences from both the
strange chemical and the strange urge within her, Robin began to fulfill
Tharja's wish.
Robin took to removing her clothing, beginning with her trousers and ending
with her undershirt, but as she took off her coat Tharja clutched her hand.
"Keep it on," begged the dark mage, and Robin was clothed in naught but her
tactician's coat, otherwise being bare like the day she was born. For her part,
Tharja removed the last few cloths covering her, exposing her milky white skin
- how did she keep it pale despite being from a desert land, Robin wondered -
and exposed her curvaceous frame to her object of desire. Both young women
admired each other, their contrasting bodies an object of adoration.
Robin looked over Tharja's nearly hourglass figure, with a slender waist giving
way to both large, round breasts and wide, womanly hips. The dark mage had a
trimmer figure than Miriel and Maribelle, yet she had not the hardened abdomen
of Sully. Her white thighs were smooth, and most intriguing of all, Tharja had
a rather wild thatch of jet black curls, though trimmed around her underwear
lines, an interesting compromise between Sully's and Miriel's notable bushes or
Sumia's and Cordelia's neatly trimmed mounds. Robin for her part had a slimmer
frame, with smaller yet perky teats and a flared bottom. Her white bush was
similar to Tharja's, being rather wild yet trimmed at the sides as well.
The dark mage raised her hand as if to make the first move but the tactician
countered, grasping Tharja's wrist as Robin lowered herself down, their warm
bodies taking in each other's heat. Tharja felt her nipples harden as Robin's
did as well, the contact between Robin's small and perky pair and her large,
bountiful pair causing electric shocks in the two. Robin then kissed her dark
mage lover, their tongues intermingling as they locked into a sensual embrace.
Their liplock continued until Robin reached down and ran her fingers across
Tharja's wet slit, and with her finger slick with the dark mage's dew, began to
sniff and lick it, realizing that it smelled very much like the aphrodisiac the
Plegian used. With a smirk, Robin kissed down Tharja's body, planting a rather
long one at the valley between her mountains, then down to her navel, then
finally pausing right above her raven dark bush. It was all Tharja could do to
hold back - she would come right there and then if Robin kissed her down there
-
- but the expected kiss at her core never came, as Robin lifted herself up and
in a pleasantly surprising voice, compelled Tharja with one command: "Eat me."
Tharja then saw a wet cunny, framed as it was with snow white, and complied,
tasting the beautiful tactician she had desired since the first time they met.
Robin moaned as Tharja lapped at her in ways her other lovers never quite did -
it was as if Tharja's mouth and tongue were made to please her - yet as she
neared her own peak she abruptly rose. Tharja was again surprised as Robin
seemed to change her mind during lovemaking again, but she understood; anything
for her mistress after all.
Robin then positioned herself, her legs wrapping around Tharja's, their
womanhoods aligned. She absolutely loved the contrast between them, with her
white curls standing out against the dark thatch of the Plegian, and began to
rub her aching slit against Tharja's. Tharja moaned - a throaty, needy sound -
as she felt properly taken by her mistress and the two cores slid against each
other, their arousal keeping their contact slick and easy. Once in a while,
Robin's clit found Tharja's, and this earned a satisfied mewl from both women
as they continued their scissoring. Tharja saw Robin tug at her rock hard
nipples, and the dark mage followed suit, squeezing her large areolae as the
pleasure spread out from their cunts throughout their young bodies. "I-I love
you mistress- " came the labored moan of the Plegian before a proper orgasm
rocked her voluptuous frame, and the tactician was not far behind, as she
slumped into Tharja's arms.
Tharja awoke to find herself nude and rather sticky, with no one in her bed.
Was it yet another wet dream she had? That aphrodisiac of hers, made with her
juices as the secret ingredient, simply made her hornier.
Her dreams were fulfilled as she saw the note left on the desk in her room. It
was brief, but it told as much as the night she just had.
"Thanks for that. Hope you're ready again soon"- R
With a sinister smile the dark mage stowed away this note, hoping for her
mistress to claim her again.
***** Anna *****
Chapter Summary
     Robin meets with series mascot and merchant extraordinaire, in a very
     pleasurable encounter. You know Anna giving you a bargain means a
     lot, no?
Chapter Notes
     This chapter features: sex toys, mild ahegao, and CONSEQUENCES~
The time for a decisive attack on Plegia was imminent, Robin realized. She had
been helping Chrom, Flavia, and Basilio with preparing for the counterattack,
after their initial operation of saving Emmeryn failed. Nevertheless, despite
the setbacks, the Ylisse-Ferox alliance slowly gathered its forces.
In a bid to secure resources for the campaign, Chrom had volunteered to procure
supplies from a noted traveling merchant of some notoriety. Naturally, as his
tactician, Robin followed suit, yet she could also feel the urges in her
stoking once more. Perhaps something would cause her to cross paths with
another lucky lady?
It turned out that a young merchant girl was accosted by the bandits running
rife in those chaotic times, and after Chrom and the Shepherds beat them, the
merchant, a redhead named Anna, offered to join their retinue as their
mercantile liaison. Robin and the others noted her uncanny resemblance to other
redheaded merchant women they had encountered on their journey; Anna brushed it
off as her sisters doing their role in the family business.
Yet the urges deep in Robin's mind and their newest recruit would of course
cross paths.
Robin had just passed by Anna's tent (at least she was sure this was the
Shepherds' Anna, not one of her equally financially minded sisters) situated
just outside the meeting tents, and in front was a rather curious sign.
"Anything you like! Just name your price" and what seemed to be a mischievous
wink drawn at the end. Her curiosity piqued, Robin decided to enter the tent
and what else did she see but Anna herself, inspecting some rather strange
wares. Instead of the weapons, armor, or potions she was content to purvey to
the army, the devices on Anna's table at that moment were of different designs,
and rather crucially, many of them were phallic in shape.
"A-Anna? What are these?" Robin questioned, a slight blush forming on her
cheeks.
"These... are for some soldiers," demurred the redheaded merchant, doing her
trademark finger near face gesture as she inspected her merchandise. "You know
how it can get frustrating for many men and women forced to spend days on the
march? These ought to help." At this Robin felt her urge flare up, and without
hesitation picked up a medium yet thick cyan model. "Hem hem," coughed Anna all
of a sudden, and Robin realized that the merchant was asking for payment. Robin
felt around in her coat and realized she left her coin purse in her tent. "Um,
Anna? Can I go out for a bit and get my purse?", volunteered the tactician.
"Well, I would, but something tells me I have a better proposal in mind,"
answered the merchant. "Think of this as an introductory deal," Anna closed the
distance between the two as she spoke, "I'll give you that for half price,
payable within a week, as long as you help me". The way the redhead emphasized
the word help sent pleasurable chills down the whitehair's spine.
Anna had shut her tent and secured the flaps and rather matter of factly began
to undress in front of Robin. Robin was left speechless at her merchant friend
taking the lead in terms of seducing, but she figured Anna was more experienced
than most people in this regard. By this time, the merchant had doffed all her
clothing, revealing the slightly soft frame otherwise confined by her Trickster
suit, and only her underwear was left on Anna's frame. "Heh, Robin. I've heard
all about you," Anna's voice taking on the lilt she used to seduce patrons into
buying her wares, "and if you make me feel great, I'll give you that at half
price as we've agreed upon."
Robin, taken aback at Anna's turning the tables, nevertheless nodded and closed
in on the redhead for a kiss. Robin felt Anna's soft and sufficient bust press
against hers, the rapidly hardening nipples raking through her skin eliciting
moans from both women. Robin began undressing herself, as Anna's hands roamed
around her body. Anna got rid of her smallclothes as well, and soon tactician
and merchant were left bare to each other.
Anna admired the toned, yet still curvy frame of the white haired woman in
front of her, while for her part Robin drank in Anna's body, looking over the
curves and the merchant's most prized treasure, left bare, with a small landing
strip of dark red crowning it. Anna felt emboldened at looking over Robin, with
the tactician's snow white bush stoking her interest.
Robin moaned as Anna's slender fingers ran across her womanhood, the fingers
suited for a life of counting money tracing shapes and ideas into pleasure for
a young lady. Robin soon reciprocated, letting her strategy focused fingers
repurpose into pleasuring another.
Both young women continued their ministrations and servicing each other's core,
their skilled fingers rubbing across the slick slits to their mutual pleasure
and surprise. "A-Anna... where did you - ooh! - learn to do this?" asked the
tactician as she whimpered her pleasure. "W-well, Robin, you don't s-survive -
ah! - as a traveling merchant for long w-without learning a few tricks - gha!",
replied the redhead, as their mutual pleasuring led to intermittent moans from
the pair.
Robin then kissed Anna as she grabbed the toy she had purchased and slid it
into the merchant. "I hope you like testing your own wares..." purred the
tactician as Anna moaned. Realizing that perhaps their session would lead to a
lot of questions especially in a populated camp, Robin then cast a quick
silence spell around the tent, hoping it was not too late. Anna mewled as the
toy she had just sold to her friend began sliding into her wet womanhood,
filling her up. In retaliation Anna grabbed another one of her toys, a small
flat stone, and then pressed it against Robin's love button. "If you want,
Robin, I can - oh! - throw this one in for free..." answered the redhead, and
as the stone responded to the whitehair's body heat, it began to buzz, sending
waves of pleasure to the tactician.
It did not take long before the phallus in Anna hit her G spot and the
vibrations to overload Robin's clit, and with a scream both women came, Robin
thankful for the silence spell she had conjured. Anna slumped down, her face
full of her passion, eyes rolling in lust.
At this, Robin realized she had to be more discreet with her affairs. She
couldn't afford to jeopardize her partnerships, and she wanted no one, least of
all Chrom to learn about her sleeping with the women in the army. Robin's heart
raced as she heard a sound behind her, realizing she was caught in flagrante
delicto with the newest Shepherd.
Robin, for a moment, saw a young girl with pink hair and a very red face before
she ran from the tent.
End Notes
     Yeah, so that's back in.
     Anyway, for those of you curious, Yuri Emblem is still alive for now,
     with an FE6 chapter in the pipeline and a Fates chapter to follow.
     This one, though? I haven't written anything Awakening-related, and I
     figured a dash of yuri might work. Looks like our tactician will get
     to know the ladies of Ylisse in a rather direct and primal manner,
     no?
     Here's another hint as to what to expect: chapters will be based
     roughly on availability, and since Lissa is the first female
     character you get (apart from F!Robin of course), you get the drill.
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