Yes, I was bored.
Explicit yuri harem. Don't read if you're not into that, I guess.
Rhajat is Nyx's daughter.
Conquest through Love
Rhajat
With a big arching stroke, Yato's razor-edge blade sliced through flesh and bone as easily as butter. The Faceless bellowed through its mask, clawing at its back to stave off the pain, though to no avail. It collapsed on the withered grass, leaking a viscous black fluid through the gash and pooling around its corpse.
Corrin gave her sword a flick of the wrist, flecking the grass with more of its goo. "That was a close one. Are you all right, Rhajat?"
"…"
The diviner stood in shock, eyes wide and mouth agape. The initial fear that had gripped her seconds ago gradually became curiosity, and curiosity became utter obsession in a matter of seconds as she surveyed her savior: Silver hair with a brooch flowing in curls down to her elegant waist, small pointed ears, the embodiment of grace in the slender frame that she used to carry herself. The white scale mail that she wore was tainted with soot and Faceless blood, the blue cloak rippling down her shoulders ripped and frayed. It was her red eyes what captivated the diviner the most, however. They looked back with concern, and that stirred some hidden, pent-up feelings inside of Rhajat.
"You… what's your name?"
"I'm Corrin," the princess gave her a tired smile from the battle prior.
"You're this Corrin that Father's been talking about?"
"I suppose you could say it that way. You're not hurt, are you?"
Rhajat took a step forward and seized Corrin's hand. "Thank you for rescuing me. No one's ever shown me that they care about me. I owe you my life. All of it. Every hour, every day until the end."
The intensity in that action and her voice alike made Corrin flinch. She tugged her hand back from her grip, but in vain. "That's really not necessary. I don't need to be repaid."
Rhajat gave her a lewd smirk. "You've got my full attention. I'll watch you like a hawk on a mouse. Forever and ever—until one of us is no more. And maybe then some. Your name is branded upon my mind's eye, princess."
"Right…" Corrin slipped from her grip. "I think it's time we went on our way, don't you think so?"
Rhajat hugged her own arms and leaned closer, smirking. "Know that I'm always here for you, should you need me. My dark arts are at your disposal. I will be as close as your shadow. Actually… I will be your shadow."
Corrin took a step back. "I'm flattered. Well, we must continue on. Shall we?" The princess hurried away in small stiff steps toward the portal leading out the Deeprealm, where the rest of her troops were gathered.
Rhajat's heart fluttered as she looked after her. It was no good, though. That approach would never work. She'd need something stronger. A potion might not be enough. But a powerful, dark spell would do the job. The diviner went for the last time into her home, a tiny dark sanctum lit by a few candles and strewn with hay, firewood, bones, herbs and spices. It didn't take her long to find the tome she was looking for in the bookshelves lined against the wooden wall.
"This. This should be more than enough," she said before a cackle. The book read The Dark Arts of Love and Passion.
That evening Corrin called for a gathering in the command tent. Now that Rhajat was the last of the children to be rescued from the Deeprealms, there was nowhere else for them to go now but forward.
The Nohrian Princess paced up and down the length of the oaken table. Azura sat quietly close to her. Jakob, Gunter, Felicia and Flora stood still behind their master like statues, their backs against the flaps of the tent. Her four royal Nohrian siblings oversaw the parchment map lying spread out across the table, and cast uneasy looks on their Hoshidan counterparts standing opposite to them. Their retainers filled up the corners. People continued to arrive, one by one, until little space remained in the tent to move about. In came Scarlett, Rhajat, Keaton and Velouria, Benny and Charlotte, Orochi, Kaden and Selkie. Dwyer and Mitama were last. Jakob gave his son a hard look.
Corrin waited for them to settle before starting. She cleared her throat. "The road ahead lies in danger, I won't deny it. But time is against us. We have to reach the Bottomless Canyon before the skies over Nohr and Hoshido change, or else, the passage will be sealed for decades, and we cannot afford that to happen. Azura has assured me as much." The songstress nodded when addressed. Corrin turned back to her followers. "However, the crux of the issue is that if we march now, I fear we won't last long. We fared all right in our last battle. Some of you got hurt. I got a few bruises myself. But had we not been careful, those Faceless could've easily killed anyone of you. We do not know what awaits us at the bottom of that chasm. Once we get there, there's no coming back from it, so we have to march fully prepared: Stronger, faster, sturdier, and swifter. Prince Ryoma and Prince Xander shall oversee the next training sessions in the coming weeks." She nodded to each of them.
"It'd be my honor," Ryoma said.
"With pleasure," Xander replied in turn.
"We are so close to where we need to be. All I require of you is one more push, to go the extra distance to better yourselves and always improve over your last."
While no one paid any mind to her, Rhajat was quickly flipping over the pages in her dark tome, stopping to catch the words through the dimness of the tent. She found them and recited the dark phrase in a string of whispers, her gaze transfixed on her object of obsession. But that wasn't enough. She had to truly feel it, from the bottom of her soul. She repeated the phrase, over and over again, each time with more passion than the last, each with more lust and desire. Her breathing was accelerated, her heart fluttering with emotion and excitement. And then it was done.
A strong wind blew through the flaps of the tent, ruffled everyone's heads, and made the wax candle lights on the table quiver. Some looked over their shoulders, and others ignored it. Corrin stopped mid-sentence to press a hand to her chest, wince and close her eyes.
"Lady Corrin, are you feeling under the weather?" Jakob rushed up to her side. "Perhaps I should bring you a cup of tea?"
"I'll do it," Felicia offered.
"And have you spill it over the map? Nay," Jakob replied.
"I'm fine, you two. I guess that last battle wore me down a little more than usual," Corrin said. "Go rest, everyone. We all need it."
"We'll see you at first light," Xander said, as the rest filed out of the tent.
"Sleep well, my Lady," Jakob, Felicia and Flora said, leaving her side.
On their way out of the tent, Corrin took note of how attractive the twin sisters looked in their maid uniforms, how the tight leggings made their butts stand out under the skirt and gave their legs shapely forms. The exposed skin on their backs even made her stare after her servants.
How odd.
Outside blew a chilly wind through the night. On the way to her private tent, Corrin bumped into Camilla, her overprotective older Nohrian sister. But it was too late to retreat. The Nohrian princess seized her in a loving and crushing embrace into her soft bountiful chest.
"Oh, my dearest sweet Corrin! You look absolutely battered! Are you sure you're getting enough rest?"
Her face was pressed so close against her foster sister's breasts, with ample view into her revealing cleavage. If only she could reach into it and grab…
Corrin herself was startled at her own dirty thoughts, springing out of nowhere. Camilla let go and stared into her face. "What's the matter? Cat got your tongue, sweet sister?"
Her buxom figure was clad in ebony armor, which shone brightly under the torchlight. Her lilac-colored hair rained down in thick curls down to her shapely butt. Corrin had loved her sister her entire life, but had never felt… affection like this towards her. She found the sight of her alluring.
How odd indeed.
"I'm sorry, Camilla, but I really need to go. I'll see you tomorrow. Good night," Corrin replied, marching off towards her tent, while Camilla watched her go with motherly concern.
Once inside her private chambers, Corrin let out a sigh of relief and went to poke the embers in the brazier in the middle of the spacious room. The smoke billowed up and filtered through the hole in the ceiling. It got warmer inside.
There was something strange happening with her, and she didn't know what to do about it. The first thought that came to mind was to send for Felicia, but thinking of her maid sent goose bumps down her back. It even made her wet after a few moments, just thinking about it.
She was about to slip out of her armor when she heard a soft rustling behind her, followed by the padding of footsteps.
"Rhajat? I don't think I sent for you, did I?" Corrin said politely, but blushing at the sight of the diviner's figure. Her raven hair fell back in curtains of darkness. Her pale skin seemed to glow in the torchlight. She hadn't noticed before that Rhajat's belt hung so low and so loose. If it dropped lower… "Can I help you?"
"You look distressed, princess. You seem to be the one in need of some help. Remember, I'm here for you," Rhajat replied with a smirk. She advanced on her.
"Distressed?" Corrin backed up in time as Rhajat moved towards her. "No, I just need some rest. It was a taxing day, that's all."
"I think we both know that is not true." The diviner stalked nearer, cornering the princess. "From the second I met you, I knew you were the one. The only one that had ever shown a hint of caring about what happened to me, not counting my family. No one else has ever asked about my well-being, done something for me to thank. And I realized it goes deeper than what anybody can imagine. My love for you, Corrin, transcends time and fate, beyond generations to come." Corrin bumped her back against the wall. Rhajat closed the gap and blocked off any escape by merely pushing her fingers against her scale mail breastplate. "You are thinking dark thoughts, princess." Her fingers traveled in small steps up to her neck. Their faces were bare centimeters away from each other. "What are you waiting for? Invite the darkness in, or does the thought frighten you? Others might not have noticed, but I know what to look for in people's eyes. You were staring at my crotch." Corrin's face had gone redder than a tomato. Rhajat took visible pleasure in that, lips tugging into a lewd smirk. She cupped Corrin's chin. "If you want a closer look, you can just ask…"
"You're an odd one, Rhajat," Corrin said, drawing a smile, effectively wiping off the one in the diviner's face with the sudden shift in her mood. She decided she'd take the reins and lead the way from now on. "That's how I like my women: independent, strong, iron-willed, just like you." She took her hand in hers, and placed the other on her cheeks. Rhajat's face went from her usual extreme paleness to scarlet in a matter of seconds. "I never did like the darkness, in truth, but with you in it, I find it very appealing." Her inky black hair smelled of spices, and it was smooth and soft to the touch as Corrin played with it. "You've led a lonely life in your Deeprealm. You don't have to anymore, with new friends to make by day, and someone to keep you company by night." She stared into her blue eyes. "Show me what the darkness tastes like."
Corrin went for her lips, her hand stroking her cheek. Rhajat leaned in and caught them, wrapping her arms around the Nohrian princess' elegant frame and caressing her silver hair behind her back. Her breath was fruity, and it was accompanied by soft moans of pleasure. The sound of Rhajat enjoying herself made the act even more arousing. After a few moments, her tongue began to probe around in her mouth. Corrin gladly responded with hers, as they locked in a contest for dominion in their lips.
Rhajat's hands had deftly worked their way around the clasps of her blue cloak and the straps of her scale mail while they kissed. Pieces of armor fell to the floor one by one, making a rattle of noise. The diviner stripped her down to her smallclothes. Corrin's hands made their way under Rhajat's bra and pants behind her back, respectively. Her small perfect round breasts were as soft and squishy as her butt cheeks, and massaging her tiny dark nipples made her shudder with desire.
As soon as she undid Corrin's bra and it fell to the floor, Rhajat went down hungrily on her nipples, licking furiously around her areola and sucking at the tip. Corrin hugged her closer, kissing the top of her head and sniffing the scent of spices. Suddenly she felt a hand on her stomach, making its way down into her panties, then fingers roving about her thighs and probing her labia, teasing and playing. It tickled, it made her gasp with lust, it made her shudder exquisitely, and it kicked her senses into overdrive.
Corrin was beginning to moan when Rhajat looked up and caught her full on the lips, tongue against tongue. The diviner shoved her onto the bed on her back. She took off her own bra and slipped out of her pants, revealing the small neatly trimmed bush that had been so close to peeking over her loose belt. Rhajat went after her, crawling on her fours and pulling the princess' panties down and tossing them behind. She seized her legs and began to sniff her all the way down to her thighs, kissing and licking, with her fingers exploring around her vulva, nudging, and from time to time prodding her clit, all while playing with her own. Instances like that caused the princess to convulse from sheer pleasure.
She could tell Rhajat was withholding from diving in completely into the act, keeping back from giving her what she wanted. She was getting restless, wishing one thing only—that the diviner stopped her teasing and finally ate her out. The girl in question cast her a sly smile.
Then she inserted her tongue inside her vagina, in and through the folds. Corrin had to keep from screaming from all the pleasure exploding in her. She clamped down on the bed with one hand, and pressed Rhajat's face further inside her with the other. Corrin moaned, feeling the girl's tongue worming in and swirling around, and her fingers rubbing her clit.
After a while, Rhajat looked up with a big smile on her face, with Corrin's fluids dribbling on her lips. "I've thought of a way to keep giving you pleasure while you return the favor at the same time."
Corrin stared quizzically. "How's that?"
"Like this. Stay where you are." Rhajat rose to her knees and sidled up to Corrin's side.
"Now what?"
"I do this." The diviner sat on Corrin's face, taking her by surprise. A hand squeezed her ass while muffled cries of protest came from underneath. Rhajat squatted higher on top, allowing the girl beneath to catch a breath.
"I don't think that's how you do it," Corrin said.
"How then? It's my first time doing any of this."
"It's my first, too. I think you just have to hover, don't drop your entire weight on me."
She had ample view of Rhajat's holes as she lowered herself down towards her face, one slit and wet and pink, and the other tiny, puckered and dark brown. They both began pleasuring one another at the same time. Her tongue went all the way in, swirling and lapping. Her own cunt was already soaked. Her hands, meanwhile, went upwards to play with her perfect round butt cheeks, squeezing and slapping them from time to time.
It was her first time tasting another woman. It was odd, Corrin had always imagined she'd marry a prince; it never occurred to her that she would swing the other way. From one moment to the next, she had lost all interest in men, but gained a ton more in women.
The problem now was that Rhajat was loud. While her own moans were gentle, measured and drawn out, Rhajat's were more erratic, wilder, and she could wake others up and cause them to ask uncomfortable questions in the morning.
"Curses! This feels so amazing," Rhajat commented, taking a break from her sucking. She blushed furiously. "Would you mind… sticking one in there, too?"
"Where?" Then it dawned on her. "Oh… right. Anything you want, my love."
While kissing her slit, she continued to massage her buttocks, steeling herself to do her request. She let one finger slip further into her ass crack, kneading gently on her asshole opening. Then she buried it further into her anus, easing into it with all the lube from her vaginal fluids and saliva. Rhajat arched her back and gasped with bliss, grinding her vagina against Corrin's mouth with even more intensity. It was warm inside her ass, though not was wet. The walls hugged her finger, trying to push it out of her hole. She wriggled it, eliciting even more moans from the girl on top.
"Don't stop… I'm- I'm a-a-about to climax…"
After a few moments of uninterrupted action, in conjunction with her tongue and her finger, Rhajat finally came. First, Corrin's finger was ejected from her asshole. Then gushing squirts jetted out of her vagina, splashing Corrin's face and dripping down to her breasts. She arched her back again, her legs convulsing around Corrin's head as the orgasm took total control of her body.
"Oh… fuck…" she cried, trying to keep her voice down while pleasure ripped through every fiber in her body.
Learned Tomefaire
She fell on her back, next to Corrin, juices still dribbling down her thighs, gasping from the release. The girl promptly sidled up to her again and started nibbling at her pointed ear. "We're not done here yet," she crooned into it, wrapping one arm around her waist to hug her closer and sliding the other down between her legs.
Her two fingers slipped in effortlessly through her wetness, drawing gentle moans from the Nohrian princess. Said moans climbed in intensity and pitch as Rhajat put more pressure and quickened the pace, with her fingers slipping in and out at a much faster rate. The pleasure was such that Corrin almost squealed, when Rhajat moved in and caught her in her lips, her tongue swirling around in her mouth.
Rhajat's fingers were suddenly ejected from Corrin's vagina, just in time as the princess began to convulse, legs thrashing and juices shooting out from between her thighs. The diviner kept her from screaming, though, muffling the noise with her own mouth and tongue.
Learned Hoshidan Unity
Both girls remained hugging, with their lips locked together, and emitting muted moans. Within moments, the lust that had washed over Corrin began to fade away. They lay embraced in the dark, sharing their warmth and listening to the quiet of the night as the embers in the brazier crackled.
It was the happiest Corrin had been in years, she realized. Besides, she could tell something had changed in her. She felt stronger, faster, swifter, and sturdier. She felt as though she could take on stronger foes now than before.
Corrin glanced at the girl clinging to her side. She had fallen asleep at some point, snoring softly, with a curtain of jet-black hair falling over her cheeks. The princess dozed off moments later.
In the afternoon the next day, Corrin and her troops came across a raiding gang of bandits. She watched in shock, along with her other units, as Rhajat shouted at the top of her lungs "BURN IN HELL", and then proceeded to utterly and single-handedly obliterate their enemies with a blast of her magic scrolls.
It was later discussed with Ryoma's and Xander's counsel that Rhajat was possibly one of the strongest in their small army. What they could not grasp, however, was her incredible growth from one day to the next. As far-fetched as it seemed, Corrin thought she might have a clue as to how that happened.
Review, favorite, follow, you know the drill. I will be holding a poll so you can vote for the girl you want featured in the next chapter!
In your review, just type in the name of one of the following characters:
Camilla
Selena
Selkie - Daughter of Hana
Velouria - Daughter of Charlotte
Soleil - Daughter of Peri
The one with most votes will be featured in chapter two. Until then!
Edit: I removed Azura from the poll because I thought it would be weird. You know, with Azura being Corrin's cousin and all. Soleil is already gay so...