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It was madness, there was no guarantee this could end well for her, especially this far into the war, not only were defections simply not common, she hadn't heard of anyone successfully defecting or going missing. But now was as good a time as any, the Ylissean forces were close enough that she'd have enough time to make it to them before the Grimleal got to her, and make her case to whoever was in command. But truthfully this war would only serve to fatten up the death toll started from the conflict kicked off by the old Ylissean King, he was certainly no Emmeryn, and Chrom might want her knowledge on a certain matter if he wanted to get his dear sister back alive, besides, this war was best won for the Ylisseans, Emmeryn had certainly made clear her intentions to return Ylisse to at least a neutral relationship with Plegia, there'd be no more nonsense orders to just kill en masse.
But there was a selfish side to Tharja's reasoning, she simply didn't want to die in some needless war. So Tharja plotted, or rather, concluded her plotting, she had a tablet, on which was a declaration of her surrender and, among other things, the location of an oasis she was certain was close enough to the approach of the Ylissean forces that they could afford to at least send people to hear her case. She cast a spell on the tablet, which would, in time, teleport somewhere close enough to Chrom or Lissa, at which point it would no doubt be picked up by a patrolling soldier, and the rest of the matter would just have to be left for the Ylisseans to sort out. And so the Sorceress set out into the night, with virtually her whole life stuffed into enchanted bags, and at the mercy of the incoming Ylisseans. As a whole the trip was uneventful and she found herself at the oasis, made camp, and waited.
It wouldn't be until the morning after Tharja left that the tablet would be discovered, in, as fate would have it, Robins tent. As he sat up, an unease fell upon him, something wasn't as he left it the night before, more specifically, there was trace amounts of magic in his tent, faint, hours old, not the work of an assassin. Relaxing just slightly, he stood and took stock of his tent, which was when he saw it, on his desk, a clay tablet, about an inch thick, with a seam near the top, the face of which was engraved. Upon closer inspection it looked like it had just been immersed in water for some time, and the engravings were certainly not old, it was an inscribed message that claims to be from a sorceress with, potentially, information that could certainly be of help to the Shepherds, and that she would like to defect. Of course there was any number of ways this could pan out, a dizzying number at best, and paralyzing at worst, it could be a trap, it could be a vault of knowledge that'd turn the war on its head. But, it was new and new was certainly a reprieve from using the same set of information that they've had for the past 4 days to make their strategies.
Along the short walk to Chrom's tent, Robin could hear that Nowi had dragged Gregor and, somehow, Lon'qu out past the shaded cover of their camp to 'play', which would no doubt result in many more unfortunates being dragged out and exhausted, while the manakete herself remained full of energy until the sun would set. It was then, like clockwork, a particular set of footsteps grew near, sighing internally, he listens and counts each step, one, two, three, four and step forward, arm out.
Right on queue, Sumia, the leading expert on tripping on nothing, once again found herself saved from rinsing sand out of her hair. "Dousing again Sumia? You know we brought plenty of water, you don't have to try and find more for us, though we appreciate the effort." He did try, but between keeping a smile off his face and keeping his tone neutral, Robin found it impossible to do either, especially as the brunette grew increasingly flustered. "Although it does make for a good wake-up, anticipating these falls, though do feel free to stand, I'd like my arm back."
"Y-Yes, right, I- Sorry, Robin! You know how it is with all this sand, every step just feels different, you know?" The Knight responded, straightening herself out, face full flushed now. "A-Are you going to talk to Chrom again?"
"One, the rest of us got used to the sand by the fourth night, two, yes, this tablet turned up in my tent overnight." Handing her the object in question as she changed course, following him the rest of the way to Chroms tent. "I know I'm supposed to be used to this heat, being Plegian and all, but I'm glad for that canopy Anna brought, it helps keep the heat off us, not to mention how quickly we can set it up! Makes getting the rest of the tents up easier."
"It is possible that you were taken from Plegia quite young you know. Say, do you think this Tharja can be trusted?-" She went to continue her line of though, but Robin cut her off.
"I'd like to think as much, if she wanted to get up to anything treacherous I imagine she could've just waltzed up and torched the place whenever she felt like, and while I'd like to just pack up and set off to see for myself, I'd rather run this by Chrom. We don't have time to waste, we need to organise how we'll get to her and get back while the rest of us keep moving south, we can't just delay everyone by a day, but we don't have to detour much for this either. But she must've thought this through, that or Plegians aren't too pleased fighting another war, defection doesn't seem like the sort of this these people'll just 'do', right?"
"-Right." Sumia was finding that her thoughts didn't quite come as freely as they usually did, perhaps as consequence of the still stifling heat, and the frenzied pace they were making to intercept looming Emmeryn's execution. Simply trying keep up with the Tactician was making her vision swim. "Robin I really think I could... do with some w...water right now."
Robin turned about, silently cursing himself for pulling so far ahead of her again, as he did almost everyone, unclipping his canteen and closing the gap between himself and Sumia, exchanging the canteen for the tablet, before picking her up and carrying her to the infirmary. "It'll be alright, we'll get Lissa to take a look at you." She'd become pale and was shivering now. Robin cringed, he hadn't seen anyone else have such a horrific decline, even considering the rather extreme change in climate coming south from Ferox combined with the stress of such a hurried advance, to stop the execution of an Exalt, no less.
Looking up, he oriented himself with the colour-coded markings magically inscribed upon the underside of the canopy, and made his way to the infirmary, as fast as he would dare, not wanting Sumia to get any worse by his hand. Thankfully for both, his stature and strength offered him the stride and stability to carry them both to the medical tent with little disturbance and record pace.
Lissa was busy in one of the infirmary cabinets, organising the material inside to ensure efficient use, bringing nearly empty potions and salves to the front, though her head perked regardless when she heard someone hurrying nearby, it wasn't long before she found the footsteps drawing to the entrance at the far end of the tent, working to prepare a nearby bed for whoever her patient would be, gathering just the basics to deal with the usual suspects of hard marching in a desert. But she could hardly contain a scream when she saw Robin rushing in with Sumia in his arms, shivering, pale and sweating. "S-Sumia?!" She would've imagined Ricken or Maribelle with those senselessly thick dresses she refused to part with or even Cordelia, who regularly worked herself ragged, but Sumia was hardly the sort for bringing herself to the point of collapse.
For as quiet as Robin tended to be even in a crowded space, his barely contained panic came across the room as a nearly thunderous force, bringing Lissa to flinch, he rarely brought his voice to such a volume, she was grateful for the soundproofing wards, she certainly didn't want the whole camp fussing over Sumia, were he any louder the dead would be walking amongst them! "I'm not sure what it could be, stress, dehydration, fever, I really need to get this to Chrom I'm sorry!" He finished speaking almost as fast as he left.
"And what's 'this'?"
Just like that the room was quiet again, and feeling slightly too empty, Robin, for all his efforts to not impede on the space around him, certainly had a knack for making his absence felt.
"Sumia just collapsed?!" Chrom couldn't hide his concern, he did what he could to not be overt with his more intimate feelings for the Knight, but for her health to decline this fast since he last saw her yesterday as they gathered for dinner brought a great deal bubbling to the surface.
"Yes, Lissa has her now, just..." Robin took a breath, pressing his hands to his face "...this could be what we need to push this whole 'spoil the execution' endeavour firmly in the realm of everything going well. I've looked over this map earlier, we don't have to delay our advance and anyone we send can join back up without being rushed, plus we can wait until after we take the camp down tonight, the oasis is far enough ahead it would serve us better to keep the manpower back to do that then send them out."
"We go." Chrom resolved. It sounded rather too resolved for what the risks might be.
"Just us?" Robin inquired, he'd have thought Chrom to be more cautious regarding such a meeting.
"Face it, we need someone to make this potential new ally an official thing for coming back to the Shepherds, and at the moment it doesn't get much more official than me. You have an uncanny sense of magic and don't need a tome to vaporise an ambush, for as much firepower we both bring, we're the best option for this, honest defector or otherwise, plus, if it is an ambush? They'll be focussed on myself and the Fire Emblem, they'll be wide open for you blasting them off the face of the continent. They don't know who you are yet, we'll have the element of surprise and you make a good pack mule."
"HAH! You're right about that at least, so we pack and leave after dinner then?" Robin made no effort to hide a prideful smile, for all his amnesia, Robin knew he always sourced a great deal of personal satisfaction in simply being able to bring his, as Lissa so eloquently puts it, draconic manpower to bear on whatever issues lay before him. With Chrom one of the few who could keep up with him on foot, they'd make good time on this diplomatic outing. Everyone else would be fine, beyond them all each being capable fighters, they still had Frederick.
"Yes we will. Truth be told I want to check up on Sumia before we go. Waiting for when we can leave isn't going to be easy." Chrom huffed, then drew a deep breath, at least there could be good news for Emmeryn's sake.
"Shall we go now or later? To visit Sumia?" The Tactician inquired.
"Sometime after breakfast and training, give her some time to come around."
"Oh! Hello Chrom! I'm sorry to make you worry about me at a time like this. You should really get back to the rest of the Shepherds." Sumia wasn't keen to let Chrom fuss over her, at least not somewhere quite so public, but she wasn't eager to push him away either. "I suppose Lissa already told you what happened, I'm sorry for worrying you!"
"Worrying is one way to put it, certainly, but I'm glad your well, really. You should hold off on the whole 'getting worked up' business after we rescue Emm, but Robin and I'll be setting off to see this 'Tharja', after we take the camp down tonight, we should join back up with you all in three days tops, if that won't be too unbearable? Save me some pie for coming back, please?" Chrom couldn't help himself, she was too easy to tease, he could barely keep a smile off his face. Sumia, flushed bright red, avoided everyone's gaze, burying her face in her hands as she curled up into as small a ball as she could.
"Is that why your breath has begun to smell differently now? I never took you as one for so much... whatever it is you've been eating." Robin had wondered, he had too sensitive a nose for his liking, but it did keep him apprised of certain dietary adjustments.
"Robin? W-Well if you know this much, I might as well tell you, it's rhubarb and fiddlehead, it's quite rejuvenating." Surprising even herself, Sumia calmed down, discussing what she had considered a 'secret' arrangement between Knight and Prince was quite freeing, although it being with such close friends certainly helped out.
It was at that moment that Cordelia ran in, her hair an even deeper shade of red than Sumia's face had been, and was once again becoming, flaring like a cape, even as it ran against the tent's entrance, 'How is it that she isn't the one tripping all the time? Her hair should've surely been getting caught in her boots by now.' Robin wondered to himself, though as no one else brought it up, he never did either. "Sumia? Why are you in here, what happened? I didn't find you caring for the pegasi and I got worried!" The light flush on her face seemed to suggest she may well have ran the entire way from the stables to the medical tent.
It was Chrom who spoke first "Peace, Cordelia, she's in perfect health, she's just been wound up since Emmeryn was abducted, she unwound a little fast is all." He assured, hand on the younger Knights shoulder.
A shudder, as though she was physically casting her stress out followed, "Unwound? How so milord?"
"Someone has contacted us claiming to have information that would do us well in our rescue mission."
"Who'll be going?"
"Me and Robin, I'll explain in full, without interruption, when I can get you all in the one place." Chrom finalised.
And so he did, that dinner, Chrom made his announcement to the Shepherds and accompanying Feroxian Company, at least once Flavia tackled Basilio and put an end to his hollering, Frederick was more graceful with his complaints, which all were grateful for, given the bench Basilio just got thrown from was now cracked halfway along it's length. But Chrom simply repeated what he had said to Robin. later that night, after everyone was ready to march, the two men, packed for the trip, set off, heading south-east.
It wouldn't be until noon the following day until the men drew close to the oasis. "We might be getting close, it smells differently around here and I can feel warding of some sort." Robin cautioned.
"Will we be in trouble if we keep moving?" Chrom queried, he wasn't in the dark on magic, dark or otherwise, and it's applications, a Royal tutelage left few if any gaps in one's knowledge of such things, but Robin had an intuition for magic that bordered on the intimate, amnesia or not, there wouldn't need to be time spent looking for physical signs of ward making.
"At this size, I can't imagine it would be capable of restraint, but, ah! It's layered, I believe the outermost serve to ascertain the bearing of intruders, I imagine the further in we head the more this Tharja will know, down to out weight if I were to guess, she probably hasn't had much time to set up, we might be earlier than she anticipated." Robin surmised.
And so the men kept on for ten minutes more, cresting another dune before sighting the oasis not far from the base. There were no immediate signs of camp, though Plegian camping methods were at present unknown to them-
"There." Robin nodded to the trees on the far side of the oasis, not far from some wild camels resting in the shade, "There's some concentration of dark magic from down there, potentially a diversion, although it doesn't feel like dark magic, more so a preamble, but I don't, it's probably just dark adjacent ingredients."
Chrom had a hard time making out anything, between the sand and the shade, it might as well have been pitch black from here to the horizon. But he didn't doubt Robin's sight. "I'll follow your lead then."
"Mine? You signed up for this because of your 'diplomatic prowess'."
"I'm certainly not expecting to get in a fight again."
"Don't count it out. We thought it's be a matter of just crossing the Ferox border, remember?Or did that pegasus fly-by knock that memory loose?"
"Perhaps you lost yours because Sumia's pegasus flew into you. Naga knows you've got a thick enough neck to keep you head after a knock like that, it's certainly thick enough to stay in one piece, probably why the poor thing was injured, you monster." The Prince wondered, without a shortage of sarcasm.
"Har, perhaps we'll ask her after we return."
"Yes- Is that a tent?"
Robin brought himself in step with the Prince, hunching over, level with his head, his voice barely a whisper, "Behind the tree."
Straightening up a moment later, Chrom called out, "Tharja?"
"I'd say the one and only, but who's to say, hmm?" Came the response, a dry chuckle following.
Out stepped the Sorceress, by all means rather more unassuming than the usual spellcasters they've had to deal with leading up to now. A coat not dissimilar in function to Robin's, hair, hip-length, about as black as it gets, a fringe that seemed to function as a visor more than anything, perfectly even and going past her eyebrows, if only slightly, she was short even with the heels, likely shorter than Sumia without them, that she made it in heels is a feat in and of itself.
"Now, milord, with the formalities out of the way, let's get us all on the same page, I assume we all know Aversa will be at the execution, yes?" She almost couldn't keep her eyes off the larger man accompanying Chrom. Then they locked eyes. Oh, he's the one she's sought all her life!
Both men nodded an affirmative, "Well, as a high ranking member of the Grimleal, she can summon Risen on command. Did you know that?" She was certain they didn't, the Grimleal themselves didn't venture into Ylisse and anyone they might have already ran into were no doubt ordered to never summon Risen.
Both men this time failed to keep a neutral expression. It was Robin who spoke first, "Fuck. Alright, get packed, we're going."
"Robin?!"
"She makes it back with us. Alive. Emmeryn was as good as dead without that information." Robin strained to keep his voice steady, weeks of planning since the pass coming undone. For her part, Tharja was already moving to her tent, working the spell within to fold it all back into her pack. Once it was secured, she turned back to the men, both clearly anxious and already making their way back once they saw the woman turn.
And so they journeyed in silence, and made camp some time after sunset, where Tharja finally gave voice to the thought that was bothering her since their departure. "Hmm, why were you so quick to trust me? Doesn't it occur to you that this could be a ploy to put a dagger in you?"
Robin seemed entirely absent, so it was Chrom who responded, "Emmeryn, she would trust you, and I want to try and be open-minded like her, and truthfully I've already got a big enough target on my back, so... what about you? Change of heart?"
"We'll all be dead sooner or later, the later the better, I'd say. Not only do I not share Gangrel's incessant need for 'vengeance', so when it comes to dying old, I'll keep my options open, a repeat of you fathers antics won't do me any favours in that regard." She paused, looking over at Robin, "Is he alright? He keeps twitching and I'm certain he kept walking at funny angles."
"Oh... he's no doubt going through any number of new plans, your little revelation seems to have thrown most of his plans, up until now, out the window. Especially given that said plans would've resulted in... Emm not making it out alive." Chrom steadied himself, doubts threatening to creep into his mind, he knows Robin promised her safe return, but he really has no right to hold him to any promise, Robin has barely scratched the surface of what Plegians will do, all the underhanded plots they'll bring down on them to ensure-
No, Emmeryn makes it out alive, period.
"The world needs more people like her." She wasn't sure why she wanted to be supportive, especially to a stranger like Chrom. Although truth be told it was refreshing, interacting with other dark mages had a tendency to get uncivilised. Lots of curses, hexes, various undesirable ingredients in drinks and broken fingers. This was... nice? Probably, she felt safer somehow, amongst Ylisseans, well-
Chrom looked up to the moon, taking his bedroll out, "Right, we should get some sleep."
Humming her agreement, Tharja procuring a bedroll from her pack, soon all three were asleep.
Waking early the following morning, they made good time in catching up with the rest of the Shepherds, although Robin still had less than two days to come up with a revised rescue plan, so revise he did, he buried himself in the work to the point he had to have food forced into his hands. Everyone was on edge, they'd be cutting it close, they'd arrive no sooner than the very start of the execution, everything would be down to the second.
It was freezing, Tharja heard Regna Ferox was mostly frozen wasteland, even near the borders, but none of it prepared her for really being there, even in the wagons it was fucking freezing! Her coat was nearly useless, originally built to protect its wearer from the wild temperature swings of the desert, the garment was hardly thick enough to adequately insulate from this climate, the blizzard hadn't let up the entire time! Just how much more snow could possibly come down?!
Of course, it seemed, in part at least, that Robin was responsible for the current chill. He'd been quiet since his 'outburst' at the courtyard, but he hadn't done so much as doze off the entire time, and his eyes were still that ugly black. This, Lissa told her, at least after the poor thing had recovered, had only happened twice before, once in Southtown and once shortly after they'd explained Nowi's prior enslavement, although the latter was naught more than a brief huff and a shudder, the former was far more energetic and yet a pale imitation of what had just transpired.
Her train of thought came to an abrupt end when the hoove crunched snow and howling blizzard gave way for echoing horseshoe in cobble and enveloping darkness, had they made it to a border fort? She turned to look out the back of the wagon, only to realise she'd been pressed into the side of the Tacticians arm the entire time and that even with half of his coat wrapped around her, she'd been shivering almost the entire time, leaning forward was another mistake, it turns out Robin was a very good windbreaker, her face was blasted by a frozen gust as she made out the gate closing behind them. Pushing herself back behind Robin, eyes squeezed shut, she had to fight a grimace, her lips had gone dry, she certainly didn't need them cracking and splitting.
The hours ahead blurred as everyone got taken further into the fort, which was not actually a fort, for it was in fact Ferox Castle they'd been taken to, and as everyone got warmed up, fed and fussed over, Tharja became aware of just how much everything hurt, it felt like she'd been tossed off a bridge by a very angry Troll. Or thrown through a tree by an Ogre, the cold did not agree with her.
She found herself at a door, seemingly like any other, and she went to turn the handle, when she realised she was holding a pot of stew and two bowls, 'For Robin, he needs me.'
"Do you want me to just move the bed closer to the fireplace, or would you rather have a second duvet?" He queried.
She thought about it, but not for long, she'd finished before she'd put her shoes on the rug, he looked so good in the firelight earlier in the short time he had his shirt off, she wasn't going to give up the opportunity to see it again so soon.
"Move the bed."
"Alright." Putting the duvet back on the shelf in the closet and moving to the foot of the bed, he looks down, 'Hmm, Rug, should make this easy.'
"Would it be easier if I got off the bed first?"
"Nonsense, just keyp your gorgeous self right there" Crouching, rubbing his hands dry on his trousers and gripping the edge of the rug, her started pulling, slowly as not to tear it, although it became clear all of the material found within the guest quarters of Castle Ferox, especially in rooms set aside for royalty, were incredibly durable, and so Robin quickly moved the large rug and larger bed in front of the fireplace.
"A moment please? I'll take these sleeves and collar off then you can join me~" He nodded, smiling, she looked incredible without her coat in the way, granted her collar never did anything to obscure her outlandish cleavage, seeing as the 'top' of her outfit clasped at the front, under her large breasts, and the combination of black fabric and gold trim did nothing but draw the eye and accentuate the pale skin, if Robin didn't know any better, he'd have thought it was a few sizes too small given it also exposed a generous amount of side boob, which were ordinarily concealed by the large flared sleeves typical of sorceresses.
"And the headpiece? You expect that to stay where it is?" It looked good her, certainly, a fancy, head spanning hairpin with a large gem inlaid on the front, but Robin would rather it remain in one piece than be subject to what was about to occur.
"Of course." Lifting a sidetail, working it under the piece and repeating the process on the other side, lifting the headpiece over her head, handing it to Robin to put on the bedside table, which wasn't sitting on the rug and so was still up against the wall.
Returning to the bed, Robin asked, a hand on one of Tharja's thick thighs "So how will we start this?"
She wasted no time with talk, simply pulling herself onto his lap and going for his lips, softly first, though she quickly ran out of patience, urging his lips apart and pulling at his shirt. A second later the shirt was off and her greedy hands were running along every available inch of bare skin, with how broad and thick he was, she had less reach than she'd like to, instead opting to thread one hand through his hair, disappearing as if it were a soft pile of snow, other hand holding onto his shoulder, reflexively tightening when his hand shifted from thigh to ass and squeezed, adjusting his grip again and drawing a hot moan when he ground her against his growing erection. His free hand ran up her flat stomach, teasing across the bare skin along the center and scratching through the side of the bodysuit, before coming to and undoing the clasp holding the top, and her breasts, together.
Her breasts spilled from the top, one of them resting on Robin's outstretched hand, Tharja broke the kiss and stared, eyes glazed with lust as his massive hand experimentally fondled the fatty tissue, marvelling at how good his rough skin felt, cooing and nipping his neck as he found her sensitive spots and seemingly willed new ones into being with his grip alone. They were very sizable breasts, his hand, laid lengthways, could only just cup one of them and even with his hand outstretched his fingers never poked out, her areolas, pale, slightly smaller than the pad of his thumb, crowned with nearly flat nipples, responded well to teasing circles rubbed into them, nipples hardening quickly. His other hand came up to occupy her other tit, she quickly took over grinding, pushing herself along his cock, moaning unreservedly as she stimulated her clit along his shaft, shuddering and twitching as she quickly brought herself to orgasm, muffling her scream with Robin's chest. Shuddering all the while as she rode out her first orgasm of the night, Tharja jumped as the cock she so desperately needed started to soften. Scowling hard enough to drop a wyvern from the sky, she turned her head up to Robin, who already bore a sheepish, concerned expression, jumped and swallowed down a lump suddenly forming in his throat upon seeing the look in her eyes.
"Why'd you stop?!" She cried. Robin could only look at each eye in turn, confused as if wondering if that was a trick question.
"I thought I hurt you." He said quietly, shaking. She wanted to laugh, or kiss him, or hex him, or herself.
"Never." Pushing herself up to eye level and giving him a long soft kiss. "Get your trousers off. I want to cum right this time." Casting a spell to soundproof the room.
Robin turned around, taking Tharja's place, sitting at the pillows, he took a breath, Tharja stripped completely, using a spell woven into her choker, he took a second breath, Tharja started fingering herself with her right hand and fondling her breast with her left, sitting to his side, facing him, biting her lip as she looked at him, his crotch, his waistband and his hands. Robin stared for what felt like an eternity, here was the most beautiful women he'd ever met and she was bringing herself to orgasm from the anticipation of his trousers coming off. Except, right before her peak, she pulled her hands from her needy cunt, twitching as she denied herself, pausing again, does she let him taste, or pull them down? Robin moved first, grabbing her arm and sucking on the soaked fingers, running his tongue along them. She trembled at his initiative, and again when he growled in appreciation, feeling her face flush. Robin released her arm, and the look he gave her afterwards told all.
She slid back, next to his feet, bent forward, hands into the waistband of both trouser and boxers and pulled down. Shockingly, his cock still wasn't erect after her performance, but she pulled still. With both now nude before each other, Robin parted his legs slightly and patted the side of his leg, "Mouth."
Tharja didn't waste any time, dropping to her belly and pushing forwards, she came face to face with Robin's flaccid and still imposing cock. Placing a finger onto the base she turned it up, moving for his balls, letting his cock fall over her face and cover an eye as she planted lip to sack, bringing her tongue out to moisten both before slowly taking half of the imposing organ into her mouth, breathing through her nose, much to her delight. Her moans reverberated along the base of his cock, rewarding her with a moan as it finally began to harden once more, pushing her fringe aside as it cleared her hairline and crested beyond her scalp. She shuddered as she felt the muscles in his thighs twitch.
Releasing his sack with care and giving it a reverent kiss, she worked up his shaft in similar fashion, working her lips and tongue along every last millimeter of, soon to be, pussy pounding obelisk. She gave the head a slow wet lick, forcing a shudder and a moan from Robin, becoming a grunt when she circled her tongue around the glans, returning a sweet smile back at him when a lustful growl filled the room.
'Godsdammit control yourself!' It was maddening for Robin to let the sorceress work his cock at her own pace! Doubly so when she took him into her mouth, lazily sucking and running her tongue along the sensitive head, he wanted nothing more than to grab her head, force himself all the way in and just go at it! His grip on the sheets tightened beyond what was thought imaginable, as though it'd permanently crease them. Then in one swift movement she took his cock to the base without so much as gurgling! 'Goddess it's fucking tight!', Robin stared as his cock was slowly released from Tharja's mouth, a thick layer of spit left behind. He released a hand, stroking her cheek, "Tharja that- hgnh-haa!" She'd taken to eagerly sucking his glans again, just for a moment, before taking her mouth off him with a needy whine.
"Shh~ Leave the congratulations for later~" Crawling further up Robin's chest until her wide hips hovered over his cock, her nipples grazing his thick chest hair nearly setting her off before she raised herself up slightly, pressing her puffy lips on and past the head, barely halfway in before meeting her aching entrance. Tharja caught her breath, although both knew, even with what little contact was made, that he'd slide in easily, and as she lowered herself he did, meeting little resistance courtesy of her drenched pussy. It took two seconds to sheath himself inside, her arms shook and her eyes fluttered as he bottomed out, cock resting in her snug, wet flesh. She wasn't given much room to recover as Robin sat up, gripping her soft creamy thighs to keep her still, his cock shifting around in her cunt, pressing against her insides at a slightly different angle, her hips tilting to increase the pressure. He lifted his hand to her chin, bringing her to look at him, her eyes clouded with ecstasy, breathing heavily, causing her breasts to move against his chest, hair brushing her nipples, it was mesmerising. Better yet was the noises she made as he bent down and kissed her deep, whining and forcing herself to breathe through her nose as her hands travelled up to his head in a warm embrace. She came, they hadn't even started moving and she came, partly from the stimulation to her nipples and pussy, partly at the sheer delight she felt from her pussy being such a perfect fit for Robin's cock!
Ten blissful seconds passed as Tharja's orgasm rocked mind and body, moaning and crying into Robin's mouth. Finally, she recovered, resting her head on his collarbone as her breathing evened out, gasping whenever his cock would twitch. She felt incredible, all that feminine softness pressing on him, she shivered as his hands moved along her pale skin to their next target, her tits, slowly kneading and squeezing the pliant flesh. She leaned back, a satisfied smile on her face, fringe clinging to her forehead, "Tharja-". She interrupted with a warm chuckle.
"We haven't even started yet~" Before rewarding him with a quick kiss, hands moving to his broad shoulders for support as she lifted her hips, giving him another treat as a high pitched moan came as the sensation of his glans rubbing at her pussy, Robin's handling of her breasts slowed as he sought to control himself, eyes closed as he soaked in the pleasure. Tharja reversed course, bringing herself back down at the same pace, a wet smack filling the room as her ass met his now soaked thighs, earning a pleased sigh from Robin as he rubbed around her nipples with his thumbs. He was in awe as she bounced on his cock at that pace for a minute, she seemed to get increasingly wet, despite both already being covered in her juices just from the penetration. Yet he wanted more, whispering his apologies to Tharja, he shifted his grip to her waist and took over, thrusting up with his hips at a far faster pace that Tharja could hope to match! Between the high pitched gasping moans Tharja let out as her pussy turned to mush, the sounds of her pussy being turned to mush and Robin adding his own moans, the room quickly grew hot with the smell of sex and sweat.
Tharja's vision swam, her head lolled, staying in no one place thanks to the deep rapid thrusts Robin was rebuilding her pussy with, drool running from her plush lips whenever she couldn't hold herself up, something he took immediate note of once he reopened his eyes, again shifting his grip, leaning back to ensure Tharja wouldn't bounce off his cock as he used raw strength to thrust into her, keeping up his earlier pace, he held her head and kissed her greedily and deep. It must've been enough to get her off a third time, her hands came up to his in a desperate attempt to hold onto something more solid than her own sanity as a familiar and altogether new series of sounds came from her throat, all the while a new sensation lit up Robin's cock over the next several minutes.
It all came to a head as Tharja clamped down hard with her fourth orgasm, both too swept up in lust to worry about her ecstatic screaming, the extra pressure her pussy offered his glans pushing Robin past the point of no return! He came suddenly and without warning, a shocked gasp and a deep growl filling Tharja's ears as he pinned his cock deep inside her, his vision blurring, still seeing enough to behold the smile on her face as she laughed almost drunkenly, 'Cum! I got Robin to cum!' She cooed as his balls pumped a deluge of fertile, hot seed inside her hungry womb, desperately trying to cast a spell to ensure not a drop left her pussy.
She succeeded, and relaxed as Robin did, lying back down on the pillows, both basking in the incredible afterglow.
Robin recovered first, rubbing Tharja's back while she still took deep breaths, sweat now dripping slowly off her fringe onto his glistening chest. Eventually she did recover, propping herself up, arms resting on his chest, now keenly aware of his still erect cock, not helped in the slightest as Robin shifted both of them to the edge of the bed, cock shifting even more as he stood up, making her involuntarily grind and shift along his length again. He chuckled.
"I know it was fantastic, but we should really get a bath and get some sleep."
"That's not- I- You're still hard~"
"What of it?"
"Seriously? Ughn, stop m-ooogh-ving be-eh-fore I-yhg try ahn-nd fuck you again." She hissed.
He complied, wondering why, with his cock completely inside her, she'd want something other than sex after her prior reactions to her insides getting pounded.
"R-Right, so, most men, with few exceptions, usually need a little break when they cum, but you, in all your moreness, seem to have no such limitation, you haven't gone soft since you came, you still need sex or you won't have a particularly pleasant sleep."
"Sooooo, bath sex?"
"Hmhm, that does sound lovely."
With the, thankfully massive, bath filled, Robin stepped in, Tharja clutching to his chest as his cock shifted and pressed on her walls. "Can you let me down love?" Earning her a quizzical look. "As much as we'd both enjoy my pussy being pounded raw~, we have a war to fight still, so I'll get you off a few times with, other, means for now, see I still ache and my hips are sore from straddling you for so long." So he did, Tharja dropping to her knees, the herbal bath mix doing her lower half wonders, and took his cock into her mouth again, savouring the taste of both of them, throating him rapidly for a few moments before a deep hum ran along his cock, eliciting a shudder and a gasp as she pulled her mouth out.
"Wait, I forgot a hex." Grimacing, as she worked. It wasn't like her to forget something that critical.
"To do...?" He pried.
"Nothing I want you worrying about until after the war, you've got too much to deal with without that." With the hex complete, she resumed her deepthroat, humming as often as she could in place of not yet being able to tightening her throat without choking herself, she rapidly brought him to orgasm regardless, still sensitive from their opening session, opting to take him directly down her stomach, there'd be time to take their time once there was peace.
"Sit. Please." The was an unusual softness to her voice now, it had been softening as the night progressed but by now it was evident that she wasn't putting it on.
Tharja shuffled after Robin as he sat back on the step, barely up to his waist in water, as Tharja brought her tits to bear on the still hard cock, focussing her excessively soft and now thoroughly soaked flesh on his head, intending to quickly draw a forth load from Robins balls, pressing and rolling her tits around his glans, the sheer weight of them serving her well in pleasuring him. Noting his body stiffening she dropped her tits around his shaft with a splash as she once again worked her mouth around his cock, taking him all the way when he started shaking before wringing another load from him.
'This'll take all fucking night if this water is helping his endurance, it shouldn't but there's nothing typical about you is there? Four in the span of ten minutes? I'll need to develop some new hexes just to keep up~"
She sat there, grinding her tits along Robin's legs, smiling, drinking in the spectacle of his muscles flexing while he took deep heaving breaths, head pointed to the ceiling, eyes squeezed shut, doing his best to recover from the pleasure. They sat like that for a minute, maybe two, before Robin let out a pleased groan, rolling his shoulders, he picked Tharja up, dropping her on his lap, "All better?"
"Are you sure you don't want to try another position?"
"Can you blame me for just wanting to hold you? We can do that sort of stuff after we wrap this war up. I just want to hold you close right now." Bringing her in for a kiss. She smiled, blushed, giggled and bit her lip all at once, 'How is he so good?'
"Alright then~" Raising herself up and down onto his cock again, another orgasm building from all the prior shifting as he prepared the bath, she moaned and shook again as he set the pace, not as fast as he finished the first time, moderately faster than her own pace. She sighed happily as he ran his hands along her legs, ass, waist and tits, kneading, dragging his fingers and lightly scratching along her freshly scented skin. Another, hard, orgasm left her babbling, digging her nails into his back, drawing a hiss, and no doubt blood, she babbled again as she attempted an apology, looking up at her lover as he just chuckled and kissed her. The scent was incredible, he hadn't even immersed himself in the water properly and he just smelled so good! Tharja opted to apologise another way, finally mustering the resolve to roll her hips in time with his own thrusts, both came quickly, a shudder spreading across both of them.
She sighed and cooed into his chest, "Think you can take another round?"
"Whu?" She blinked. looking up him.
"Pussy still ache?" She twitched, thinking he'd be more reserved about such language, and moaned, his cock was still hard! She giggled drunkenly, smiling and nodding even as he started thrusting again, faster still than last round, more lustful moans spilling forth from the woman as she moved herself in line with his thrusts, nearly screaming aloud in pleasure, too tired to do anything other than take it! Robin dug deep this time, drawing on every ounce of will at his disposal, bringing himself up to the pace he achieved back on the bed, sending Tharja through multiple orgasms over the following minutes, slowly going limp, still clenching around his cock as he held her waist and added more force, more speed, more pressure to her mushiest spots! By the end of it, what felt like one long continuous orgasm tore at Tharja.
Five minutes.
Robin dug deep and didn't let go for five entire minutes as the pleasure immolated him, even the water seemed to heat up with him, doing little to cool himself down, but eventually he burned, and came! He blew as large a load as he could possibly muster! His vision blurred and dimmed, his eyes rolled, he should do this more often! He could feel Tharja slobbering across his chest, hands pawing at him fruitlessly as she finally came down from her own orgasm. His arms trembled as he pulled her off his now softening cock, laying her in the shallower part of the bath as he immersed himself fully, seeking a reprieve from the heat within, all the while Tharja lazily circled a finger around her clit and slowly pumped another into herself, desperate to prolong the pleasure as well as she could.
He resurfaced a few seconds later, cooled off and refreshed, turning around to Tharja, still fingering away, he rubbed her stomach, as she gasped and arched into his touch, she hummed as she looked at him with tired eyes, "Bedtime?" He asked. All she could do was mumble. He carried her out of the bath and onto a nearby stool, with a towel already over the seat, wrapping it around her, pulling another off the rack to dry her hair. She forced her eyes open, as though something had come to mind.
"Robin the sheets, the- *yawn* they're- *yawn* hmm, stained, I, hmmm, keep me awake, I ha-*yawn*-ve mhh, a spell."
He couldn't help but chuckle, it was incredibly endearing seeing her like this, but he complied, it wasn't up to them to clean the sheets, but what she wanted she got. Casting a spell he found in his tome a while ago to dry himself, he tied the towel into her hair and carried her out of the bathroom to the tune of, "Teach me that one sometime?"
"Of course, now here we are, cast away." There was a pause that seemed to drag on, and a yawn, when he felt magic slip into the room as the sheets shifted about. There was another yawn as Tharja nestled her head into Robins neck, pressing a sleepy kiss into the still wet skin, he smiled at the gesture as he returned to the bathroom to dry her off before carrying her back to bed.
'Bridal carry? A little early, but, hmmhm, can't complain.'
Setting her down and tucking her in, Robin slid in beside her, kissing her neck, prompting Tharja to turn, cuddling into his chest.
"Good night Tharja." Returning the cuddle.
"Hmmhm. Night."