A/N: I came back after 2 YEARS and my comeback is a lemon? Oh well, enjoy~

A Fire Emblem: Awakening ChromxRobin lemon fanfiction.

I do not own FE: A.

BATH ZEST

At this very moment, Chrom was aware of only one thing; he was a normal man with normal needs. Well, he was not ENTIRELY normal, per se; he was the crown prince of Ylisse. That, in itself, was one fact that definitely latched him away from the definition of "normal". But he did wonder, though, if he was unique for being royalty or if he was unique because he was not in any way princely. He grimaced at the thought, but he scratched it off for it was another story for another moment in time.

The REAL problem right now did not have the tiny bit of a relation to him being the future king, but it did have a large impact on the idea that he was a man like any other. Not that it was not obvious—Naga knows how many a woman would trade her year's worth of meat for a second of basking in Chrom's tantalizing physique. But REALLY, right now, he could not think of anything else other than how much of a man he was.

And it was not, in any plausible way, because of his heroism or because of how much women he has swooning over his pantaloons—he was totally oblivious to those. Rather, it was for the glaring reason that SHE was so SILKY today; in front of him; creamier than the exquisitely prepared milk specifically formulated to cater to Lissa's tastes. SHE looked so beautiful today; with her hair naughtily clinging to her skin and her cheeks powdered red as she drowned under the spell of embarrassment.

Yes, Robin looked so incredibly—DELICIOUSLY defenseless at this moment of the day. And he could not help heating up at the sight of her small figure desperately hiding away her modest of a hill. Her reactions just make him want to eat her up and he would not give a rat's sack about the consequences after.

He felt his face heat up at the thought of gobbling Robin up.

But whoever said the face was the only part that could HEAT up?

"Chrom," He heard her say, causing him to snap out of his daze and, unsuccessfully, tried to shift his gaze to her face, "I know I said we were partners in crime, but isn't this crossing the boundary?"

He did not reply. But the reason for his muted behavior was not because he was embarrassed; it was much more of a complicated body language. And he could definitely feel that language stirring up his insides and embracing his sanity in a deathly grip.

Chrom clenched his fist and ground his teeth against each each other in a forced manner to distract him from succumbing to his evil inside. After setting his horses down a little, he gained enough courage to raise his head up and pair his eyes with Robin's.

"You didn't shout at me."

"Well, how am I supposed to—"

"You didn't throw a soap dish at me."

Robin, as shy as she was at this time, fidgeted in a way that she hoped was defensive; although her prayers were swallowed by oblivion as it only caused the blue-haired prince in front of her to suck in his own breath.

Robin awkwardly shifted her leg for it to futilely cover her privacy—Chrom noted how the beads of water resting atop her creamy skin glistened—before speaking in a quite erotically bashful manner, "W-why, do you want me to injure you again? I personally do not."

"You're still not asking me to go away."

"Ah."

Robin was flabbergasted. It took her a full three seconds to pry from her mind the consciousness that she was technically allowing Chrom to bask in her naked glory. Her wet hands holding her own arms tightened as another wave of blush crashed through her face. Her mind told her to scream; to pull out a tome and hit the blue-haired man with a wind magic straight in the face. She knew she had to obey her brain, and she flinched at the knowledge that her hands remained on her arms and refused to move.

Her mind told her to push, but her body commanded her to pull.

And so her hands daintily stalked down; exposing more of her supple chest. Chrom took this as a sign to advance in on her; much like how a hunter carefully crawled and locked in on his prey. The only difference was that as a hunter preferred his game killed, Chrom preferred his Robin alive and shouting his name.

And so Chrom took it into himself to stride and reach out to Robin.

However, just as when he was about to get his hold on her silky body, as if it were some sick twist of fate, his balance turned a ninety degree and he held out a yelp as his elbows kissed the floor.

That damned soap dish played a trick on him again.

But this time, instead of being a total jerk, the soap dish seemed to have given him a thumbs-up as it pushed Chrom into Robin. Literally. And so now, Robin was under the dominance of Chrom; her hair fanned out and her face oh so defenselessly turning him on.

But instead of taking this as an opportunity to pin her even more, he suddenly felt a rush of embarrassment and ended up recoiling his body away from her.

"Ah gods, Robin, sorry! I was just—I didn't know what kind of devil took a hold on me and turned me into this cad and—ah gods just pretend that I didn't see anything and that I wouldn't even want to see your body like—egads that turned out so wro—"

He was immediately shut up by Robin's luscious lips on his dry ones.

He did not know what to do; he was in a fervent daze. His mind was swirling and boggling because of the roller coaster of emotions that has invaded him from head to toe. And he definitely could not register anything inside his brain; save from the feeling of his amour's fingers lightly creeping their way through his top.

And so the belt carefully wrapped around Chrom's torso came out with a "pop". It was the only sound he needed for his brain's logical side to shut down before getting overtaken by his instincts.

A moan escaped from his throat as he hungrily kissed Robin back, forcing her jaw down as his tongue amorously licked her teeth open. As his own tongue flicked and caressed hers, he met her hands with his and helped her unfasten all the articles clinging onto him. After a while, only his top shirt was left on his upper body. By then, he reluctantly peeled his mouth from hers before pulling his shirt over his head and carelessly tossing it to one side.

Robin gasped as her eyes trailed down his finely sculpted abdomen. She has seen everything about him before, yes, but seeing him up close like this exuded more of her awe. Well, it was a given that other men of the Shepherds could have the same magnificence of a bodice, but topped with Chrom's face, it was a no-brainer that he was the most drool-worthy.

Robin could not hold in a sigh of relief at the knowledge that only Lissa and Libra were given the privilege to witness Chrom's lascivious body—albeit only if injured. But Robin's relief was quickly overturned by flattery as the idea that she was the first and only one to view his splendor in a such a condition sunk in to her.

Her flattery served as the catalyst to make her puff out her hot breath; making Chrom shiver in delight and encouraging him to detour his kiss to her neck. He nipped at the nape of her neck before licking it and sucking into it; causing the skin to swell and produce his love mark. He trailed upwards and rested his mouth on her left ear; extracting a breathless moan from her.

The sound that came from her rang seductively in his hearing and made him extremely excited. He took her response as a nod for him to continue further. And so, throwing all of his doubts aside, he hiked his right hand from her hip and carefully brushed it up before finally reaching the curve of her lady lump. At his touch, Robin squirmed in delight and her back arched up; filling Chrom's hand with more of her flesh.

Robin's hands shot up towards her stomach as she peered at him through her mounds, "Ah… Chrom, don't pinch them so—ah~ s-stop that!"

Chrom did not pay too much attention to Robin's yelp of protest; her body was much more honest than her tongue. Instead, he brought both of his hands to both of her bosoms and melded his hands into them before perfervidly kneading them.

"You know," Chrom started as he leaned down to kiss her breasts, "You have the most beautiful body out of all the ladies."

With that one statement, Robin slapped his hands aside and pulled back from his embrace. She protectively let her arms fly to her torso to cover her chest. She then glared at him from under the bangs that stuck to her forehead.

"Are you making me aware that you have seen the breasts of other women?" Robin asked him with a tone laced with venom.

Chrom mentally slapped himself for phrasing another sentence wrong. He also did not forget to slap himself in his mind once more for committing a mistake at a moment like this. Right now, Chrom was silently regretting and wishing that he had paid more attention to his classes about talking to ladies.

But he knew that would not have helped, anyway. Robin was simply too breathtaking for him to keep his head leveled.

Chrom's voice wavered and stuttered as he tried to explain what he really meant, "No, I haven't seen any other women's chest. No seriously, believe me. I—I'm not deceiving you. I'm sorry I—I just… I think you surely bear the best body because… Just because?"

Naga knows that everything he was saying was true. Although, in other people's eyes, his falterings might come off as nervousness from sputtering the untrue. Robin, being his tactician for a year now, has successfully trudged through a variety of situations with him; therefore, she knew about his bad quality of tripping over his words and spilling the unpleasant. That was the reason why she could confidently assume that she knew that he was stating pure verity.

Still, Robin would not let him have his way that easily.

She continued grimacing at him, "How would I know if you're faking? How would I know if you really haven't bedded Sumia?"

"Like I said, I—wait, why is it specifically Sumia?"

"Well," Robin snapped at Chrom, "Maybe because she's abiously smitten by your dorky charms?"

As if puzzled by the sentence, Chrom's eyes widened in surprise and he curiously cocked his head to one side, "Huh, she was? I didn't know."

With that statement from him, Robin rolled her eyes in an exaggerated way and tightened the crossing of her arms, "Are you daft?"

Chrom did not seem to be the least bothered by her insult, "No, not really. It just so happens that you are the only woman my eyes enjoy seeing."

Yes, Chrom is often a doofus when it comes to talking, but he was also such a sickeningly sweet dastard who could entice even Sully into bucking into his charms when he felt like it.

Robin liked that.

And so, incredibly reddened by his unconsciously sappy blunt remark, she decided to hide her disconcertion by glomping him and burying her face in his naked chest.

He was coated and smelled with perspiration, but that was the way she liked it. Chrom, taken aback by her sudden switch of emotion, regressed dangerously and was plastered to the wet ground. The prince silently thanked Naga for the coincidence that they were inside the Yllisean Palace—lest he would need a thorough bath in case the flooring was muddy.

Scratch that, he would need to take a bath either ways.

Chrom grumbled as the impact knocked a slight pain on his spine, but his complaint quickly transfigured into an influx of pleasant surprise. He had to wrench his arms around Robin tighter to prevent himself from falling over—she was caressing his pants in a lenient fashion.

He craned his head to get a better view of her left hand; it was occasionally jerking ever-so-slightly. He figured she was hesitating, and so he seized dominion over her hand and brought it to his lips.

He placed butterfly kisses through her knuckles before laughing, "Earlier, you told me that you knew we were 'partners-in-crime'." He paused; Robin took that as her cue to nod. He smiled mischievously and replaced his hold on her hand with her cheek, "Did you mean 'Lovers-in-crime'?"

With one last playful glance at her, Chrom peeled his gaze away from her eyes and went to work. He stood up; prompting his lover to stare up at him. And then, with a "zip" that rang seductively in her ears, Robin could not help but mark on the silent shuffling of his breeches touching the ground.

With reluctance, she lifted her face off his navy blue bottom clothes and began to eagle eye the lower half of her beloved's body. The first thought that invaded her mind was: "You must be suffocating there."

The idea kept chanting inside her head; behaving like a malfunctioning metronome that was wildly ticking alongside the abnormal beating of her heart. Like a devil whispering at the back, her mind had completely lost its balance and led her to finally cave in to her instincts. And then, with one, swift motion, she neutralized her weight on her knees and piled his small clothes down alongside his wasted pants.

Voluminous. Colossal. Those were the first words that came to her mind when he sprang up directly at her face. She knew that she would be able to accommodate him one way or another, but she was having doubts if he would be able to do so without entering her womb. She was a petite woman, after all.

"This is so embarrassing…" Robin whimpered and bit on her lower lip in a fruitless effort to prevent more of her blood from rushing to her cheeks.

She felt a hand weigh on the top of her head—Chrom. She peered at him through her eyelashes and was somehow relieved to see his encouraging smile.

"Why not?" Chrom said softly, "After all, we would be doing this everyday sooner or later."

That comment of his slapped more of the color of tomatoes onto her cheeks, "E-everyday? What are you, a lion?" She yelled at him in sheer abashment.

For some weird reason, Chrom took that as an insult and looked away from Robin, "I can defeat ten lions at once, though. I take that you do not believe I am strong?"

"Egads, Chrom, that was just a metaphor." Robin snapped at his self-consciousness, "B-but if you had more stamina than a lion then… Then… Oh gods."

She could not figure if she would be dreadful or be excited of the idea of spending countless whole nights copulating with Chrom.

She felt her head overheat from the embarrassment and other different emotions invading her at the same instance. In times like this, she liked to bang her head on the desk under her and just cuddle against it.

Except this time, what she hit was not a wooden table; it was a different kind of "wood".

"Hng, Robin."

Startled at what her future husband just let out, Robin jerked her head upright and looked at Chrom's expression. He looked pained, that was for certain.

"Ah! Chrom, I'm so sorry, I—"

"No, Robin, I was just… Aroused."

"Aroused? So touching you there would…"

Like the curious cat she was, Robin's interest was piqued and she raised a finger to carefully poke his member. It twitched; her mouth turned into a perfectly shaped "O".

With glee, Robin touched it once more, "So this is how a male organelle works… I wonder if— Oogh."

Robin was cut off by Chrom bucking his hip and directly hitting her mouth with his lengthy organ.

"Ack, forgive me, my love. I was just—I thought your perky breasts were arous—ahh!"

His rambling apologies were detached from his throat after he felt Robin's lips enclose his member and the wetness of her tongue embrace it. Another moan released its self from him as her right hand clamped tightly around his shaft. Her hand, clearly dubious, started moving up and down his length; it made him gasp. She heard this and as a response she, although with obvious novice skills, clumsily let her mouth join the rhythm as she licked and sucked at the crown of his member.

However, despite being a total greenhorn, Robin held the title of "The greatest tactician of Yllise". And so, with only a few minutes of adjustment and learning, she has taken a good grasp on how to hit Chrom's sweetest tones. She skillfully coordinated both her hand and her mouth to create a perfect harmony; she even peered seductively at the prince just to induce a contortion of ecstasy in his face. She kept at it until after a few flicks of her tongue, he roughly shoved his pelvis forward as the final tune of her orchestra rang beautifully from his throat.

Robin instinctively shut her eyes as she felt hot liquid invade her larynx; creating an unpleasant feeling of burn. Despite that, however, she smiled and let her lover empty himself in her mouth before swallowing. She had manage to take in a lot, but some of his semen still spilled and drooled down her chin before leaving white droplets on her creamy thighs.

Chrom dropped down on his knees and held on to Robin as if she was his only beacon of light. She chuckled and embraced him with twice the force he used on her. He certainly was wet, but she could not deny the same for her. She can definitely feel it; she was dripping down there, too.

"Mmm, that sure was a lot, eh? Might you not be taking care of yourself recently?" She jested, "Don't worry, just knock on my door and I'll—ah~"

The blue-haired man's hands have gained dominance over her perky bosoms. His tactician could not help but bend her chest forward; towards him. When he felt her hardened nubs press against his palms, he smirked in approval and moved his hands to pinch them. When he got a sweet feedback of a moan from her, he bit his lip in perfervidity and leaned down to take in her left nipple between his teeth.

Electric current seemed to have zapped her innards for she felt her stomach churn and her womanhood violently tingle. A desperate sound aroused from her lips as Chrom continued to violently assault her breasts with his licking and sucking. She felt so good; so incredibly great that her fecundity was practically screaming for his seeds.

"Ah! C-Chrom…" Robin managed to hitch from her breathless mouth, "Please, stop teasing me." She begged.

At this point in time, in Chrom's eyes, his beloved Robin was so incredibly defenseless-looking. With her flushed face, her half-lidded eyes, and her wet fingers suggestively resting on her vaginal opening like that, he could not prevent his manhood from tensing and hardening so. It hit and melded with the swollen lips of her womanhood.

She noticed his hardened member pressing against her; pleading for entrance. She licked her lips and, with felicity, experimentally bucked her hip towards him; it earned her a baritone moan from her lover.

Chrom held on to her shoulders, "Gods, Robin!" Were the only two words he could hiss before rolling her body and making her pose on all fours.

Robin, embarrassed of her position, glanced to her back side and at him, "Wh-why are we in this—"

Her abashment was suddenly replaced with an erotically euphoric sigh when she felt his member press against her entrance.

"I'm going to go inside you now. Tell me if it hurts and I'll stop without a moment's hesitation." He calmly told her whilst using a tone as reassuring as he could muster.

Robin was in a daze; she could not think straight. She could not believe this was happening. Yes, she was a tactician and it was her job to predict the unpredictable, but Chrom was just a very unforeseeable man. He touched her in places she did not know she was weak, and he did not fail to make her legs buckle and make her fall on her knees. And she definitely did not expect him to ask HER for permission to unite with HER. She did not expect him to be so gentle to HER and yet so strict to his other vassals.

She definitely thought all of this would stay in her dreams; she never predicted him to drop on one knee and ask her to be his Queen.

Her heart fluttered. She smiled and wordlessly reached her hand out to his before giving it a loving squeeze.

That was all that it took for Chrom to buck up and finally make Robin and himself a whole.

A searing pain coursed from her lower midsection; traveling through her nerves before landing a wake-up slap to her mind. Robin gritted her teeth as her face scrunched up in pain and tears lay misty in her widened eyes. She shut her orbs; trying to not let Chrom hear her cry. She wished he would not pay the least of care for her and just continue on.

But unfortunately for her, her soon-to-be husband was a lot sharper when it comes to her than anything else.

"Love, are you alright? Did I hurt you?" He asked her with genuine concern.

Robin could not utter a reply. She did not want to worry Chrom and stop this adventure of theirs, but on the other hand, she did not want to tell him some falsities about her being fine—she was not. So instead, she remained silent and silently prayed for the sting to subside.

Chrom bit his lip and gripped Robin's waist with a shaky hand, "Gods Robin, you're bleeding! I knew it, I hurt you." He regretfully uttered before shaking his head, "I'll pull out immediately."

But then, the very second that he brushed through her vaginal walls, Robin suddenly felt a tide of pleasant sensation rush through her entire being. She could not describe it; it felt unreal. "How could something feel as good as this?"

And so, as all the unpleasantries and her control over her mind washed out of her body, she licked her lips and slammed backwards against Chrom before he could fully take it out.

"Ah, Robin!" He yelled out as bliss suddenly filled his senses.

He was extremely excited, yes, but his fiancé did not stop there. With an amorous moan from her, she pulled her cage around him slowly outwards; earning a disapproval from him.

She hoped Chrom didn't take her seriously. After all, she was only teasing him a little. And then, with that thought in mind, she giggled lowly before getting cut off as he roughly thrust his length back inside her. Her arms almost gave away as a series of moans rolled off her tongue; he was repeatedly punishing her with zest so intense that it was slowly pushing her to the brink of insanity.

Chrom slid his hands off her buttocks and glided his torso to her back before leaning down and reaching for her breasts. He cupped them in both of his palms and squeezed them until he was satisfied. And after he was content, he moved on to playing with her nubs. He pinched and pressed; earning a velvety moan from her in the process.

Her voice was so erotic; she was so unguarded. If he could get any harder than he already was, he would probably rip her entrance. And so, to ease his further excitement, he urged Robin to lower her arms so he could get better access to her hole. While still continuing his poundings, Chrom repositioned himself in a way that let him lance through her womanhood even deeper.

"Ah, ah, ah, ah! Chrom, you're making me lose my sanity~" Robin cried out loud.

Chrom grunted, "By the gods, Robin, if you continue making those sounds, I don't think I can hold it anymore."

True to what he told her, he could not continue it any longer. With one last heave of his strength, he slammed into her from behind and all the colors faded from his sight except for white.

Robin yelped at the sudden gush of hot liquid pouring inside her. It also served as the trigger for her to have her climax. She let out a sweet cry as her insides throbbed while the member of her prince convulsed inside her. They lingered unmoving for a moment before her legs finally collapsed on the wet floor.

At the sight of her limp on the bathroom floor, Chrom immediately scooped her up and cradled her in his arms, "Don't sleep here." He told her with a chuckle.

Robin gazed at him with tired eyes and flicked his nose, "Can I help it? I felt too good and now my energy's drained out."

She heard a baritone laugh ring in the atmosphere.

"Ah, forgive me, I just thought you were incredibly cute." Chrom smiled at her as his fit died out, "Why were you making those weird noises, anyway?"

At the mention of that, Robin immediately snapped her gaze towards him an gave him an evil eye, "'Weird noises!?'" She incredulously asked.

Chrom flushed at the realization that he yet again stepped on another land mine, "Ah, Robin, I did not mean that to be a harmful question. I was merely… Gods why am I so—"

He was rambling again. And so, she took it to herself to shut him up with a kiss.

He was shocked at her sudden reaction at first, but he quickly melted his expression into contentment as he kissed her back with mild fervor.

The kiss only lasted for about a minute before he decided to pick her up and gently lay her down the bubble-filled bath tub. For a second, Robin thought he would leave her to her moments of relaxation; but he betrayed her guessing when he dipped a foot inside the tub.

"What are you doing?" She asked, although she already knew the answer to that.

Chrom did not reply before completely submerging himself in the water, "Hm, is it not obvious?" He gave her a mischievous grin, "I was hoping for another round whilst we wash ourselves. After that, I plan to invite you to my room."

He creeped closer to her, but she didn't present him any sign of protest. Instead, she squinted her eyes at him with malice, "Why are we going to your room again?"

He chuckled and cocked his head to the side, "Well, we could try out different positions there." He seductively announced to her and smirked.

Robin blushed carmine red at what he just said, but she tried to hide her embarrassment by burying her face in his chest, "You really are a lion…"

Chrom returned her embrace and laughed lightly in her hair, "Nope, I'm a lot stronger than a lion."

Just before the whole night and dawn passed by without the both of them getting a wink of sleep, Robin's one thought rang through her brain like a broken record:

"I am so going to get pregnant."

A/N: I hope you enjoyed my very first lemon fic, haha! Please drop by a review about what you think of this fic! Thankies~