"Morgan! For the last time! Stop playing with Breidablik!"
Morgan sighed at the voice, head hung low as he held his hands in his pocket. The yelling of his name could get annoying quickly, especially when it wasn't directed at him.
"Oh come on, nothing's gonna happen!" The cheerful, carefree voice of a girl said, a girl that looked remarkably similar to him, in both appearances, and attire. Her round and sharp brown eyes carrying a mischievous glint that matched her grin as she skipped with every step, causing her messy, black hair and large cloak to flow behind her. Her toned legs were covered by a long pair of black stockings that disappeared into her black skirt which ended just above her knees, her feet encased in a pair of brown knee-high boots like his, except her's had a slight heel to give some added height. The top buttons of the cloak were done up, covering her chest, though their size was still able to push forward the fabric while keeping it secured around her well-trained and toned form, contrasting her round and chubby cheeks.
"That doesn't change the fact that its dangerous!" The person behind her countered, their body hidden in a large coat that looked very similar to Morgan's own tactician's cloak. Except it was white instead of Black, with golden markings dotting its fabric, His attire under the cloak consisting of a blue shirt and white pants which were tucked into his boots. A clear look of annoyance and fear present on his face, or, well, the parts that weren't covered by his hood.
They were his sister and the Summoner respectively.
'Sister, still feels weird calling her that,' Morgan thought as he closed his eyes and shook his head, looking back up to see the two still running around the desolate, wide halls outside of the Summoner's studies. Where his sister surprised him by quickly opening the door and rushing in, before grabbing the legendary weapon belonging to the Summoner and running back out with it, with the cloaked man right on her tail.
It had been a few months since he'd been summoned to Askr. The War with Embla had been going on for a couple of months when he was summoned and coincidentally, meet his sister. Well, sister wasn't exactly the right word, they were not true siblings. They could each only truly remember one of their parents, a Mother for him, and a Father for her. And the way they described the two were identical, especially considering they were both named Robin.
Eventually, with the help of the summoner, they realized they were counterparts of each other, the same being true about their parents. They also shared the same strange case of amnesia, or in this case, double amnesia. The first case was one they already knew, going back to their original world's past and remembering only their Mother and Father respectively. The second case was the details lost of the time spent in their word's past. While in the first case, they forget everything except their parents, this time, it was hazy, they could remember the faces or their friends, the times and laughs share, the events that happened, just not in terrific details.
But some things that were certain for the two, was that they had both been summoned to Askr after the war against Grima had been over.
"She's really lively today," A voice next to him commented with a chipper tone.
Morgan just replied with a low, tired tone, "She's been lively the last few days as well,"
The person next to him just giggled in an overdone tone, "Well, that's just how she is," The person said, "I mean, you can get pretty lively as well, Marc."
Morgan or, Marc gave a small sigh at the reference of the name, it was agreed that it might be a bit too confusing having two people such similar people both be named Morgan, so as to avoid the confusion, it was decided that, at least in the presence of his sister, he would be referred to as Marc. Why was he the one that had to change his name?
"Huh?" Marc gasped in confusion and surprise as he was pulled off the wall by his sister, who proceeded ran behind him, using him as a wall for the increasingly frustrated summoner, his body moving side to side to anticipate which side his sister would run from. Only for him to choose the wrong one as his sister bolted in the other direction. A devilish and victorious giggle in her laugh as she ran away.
"Thanks, Lil' bro!" Morgan shouted as she ran down the hall with the Summoner continuing his pursuit after her.
Lil' bro, that was the reason he was the one with the name change, he was apparently younger than his sister. By a whole year no less. A fact that the girl was never tired to remind him of. It was also her idea to start referring to the two as siblings, and while it was a bit strange at first, he got used to it. The two worked together well, with more room to grow, acting as the Summoner's assistants and apart of Askr's strategy corps, which consisted of amazing strategies from many worlds, some he remembered reading in legend. And while the absence of both their parents did bring their spirits' down a bit when they first arrived, the new friends they made along the way help to alleviate it.
And speaking of new friends, the one he was talking to earlier was now giggling once more, a bit more carefree as Marc turned to them. Revealing to his eyes a smiling blonde girl, Ophelia he knew her as, or "Ophelia Dusk" as she'd rather be introduced.
Her wavy hair, a thin decorative headband hugging around the top of her head, fell past her shoulders along with her thin cape, her outfit right out on display for all to see, and it was a sight. Marc never would've thought he would find an outfit as daring as the one his Aunt Tharja wore back home, but the one Ophelia wore could give it a run for its money, from a fellow dark mage no less. Similar to the Dark Mages of his world, her outfit was just as revealing and tight, the stomach area like in his world, being covered in a mesh see-through fabric, pads being present at the on her round hips as the strings of a yellow latex bottom hugged around it, protecting the girl's modesty. While her toned thighs were exposed, the rest of her legs were covered by a pair of skin-tight black padded stockings with gold knee-pads, the front of her feet being exposed in over her heeled sandals which she never seemed to have trouble walking in. Her arms also being hugged by skin-tight sleeves not connected to her top, if it could even be called that. The upper part of the sleeves wrapping around her skin with a see-through mesh fabric, while the fabric on her lower arm was leather which became fingerless gloves for her hand, covering the back of her hand while exposing the skin of her palms.
But oh, what really brought attention to her outfit was her top. While the yellow neck wrap and shoulder didn't look that out of place, it was what directly under that made it stand out. The leather of the fabric running to the sides of her breast and connecting under it, a number of small black charms sewed to it, while the middle skin of her chest was left wide open, and, incidentally, her round breasts. While he wouldn't say they were bigger than some of the ones he remembers back home, they were still more than enough to turn heads, especially when much of the skin on its sides, was displayed. While the rest was held back by her top, if barely.
It took all of Marc's will power not to gawk at her, she really was a beauty. And it was made even harder by the fact she never seemed to acknowledge the state of her dress, as though it was perfectly normal. Though considering the types of dresses he's seen both in his world, and the ones of others, he assumed in a way, it was.
"Yeah, well at least when I get lively, at least it doesn't negatively affect other people," Marc responded a bit of a defensively to her earlier comment.
To which the dark mage only smiled as she closed her eyes, "True, but you can't deny her enthusiasm isn't a bit contagious," She countered in a refined tone, similar to how one of his friends spoke. One that she reminded him, and his sister of. And while the similarities between her, and what she mentioned of her Father piqued their interest, the world she came from and the history behind it made them conclude that her Father was just a counterpart to their friend, like him and his sister.
'I mean, come one, how would Owain even get to her continent in the first place?' Marc thought as he came up with a response, "Maybe, but when you're being directly affected by her antics. It's a different story." He replied with a friendly tone that caused Ophelia to smile even wider at him, hands behind her back as she continued to lean against the wall. Boy, was he thankful for the beautiful woman who enrolled in the Shepherds, that and his Mother's advice helped to keep him from becoming a disheveling mess when faced with the many beauties found in the Order of Heroes.
But before the two could talk any further, the sound of his sister shrieking and the Summoner's panic gasp caught their attention. The Summoner had caught Morgan halfway down the hallway and grasped his weapon, but before he could take it out, it began to glow brightly, and by the way Marc saw his sister trying to pull her arm away from the weapon, it was clear she couldn't as the Summoner gritted as he also struggled to break free of his own grasp.
Before Marc and Ophelia could rush over to the two, the light from the Breidablik became brighter, in fact, it was so bright it had all four of them shield their eyes to protect them from the light as it engulfed them and the hallway. As the blinding light dimmed, Marc and Ophelia put their hands down, looking at each other first and giving a nod that was frequently passed in a battle to let them know they were ok, before turning to their other friends.
Morgan was groaning, her hand detached from the legendary weapon and gripping her head, kneeling on the floor as her head was hung down with her eyes closed. The Summoner meanwhile, was still standing, leaning their back against the wall as one hand grasped the legendary weapon which stopped shining, the other in their hood as it gripped the front of his low hanging face.
Running over to the two, Marc reached down to help his sister, with Ophelia on her other side as they each placed a hand on her shoulder, to which the female tactician groaned.
"Ok, that may have been a bit of my own fault," Morgan commented as her brother and friend helped her up, a hand still clutched on her head as her eyes were narrowly open.
"You think?" The Summoner replied with a bit of sass as he started to regain his own bearings, letting go of his own face as he allowed to hand to rest at his side, while the one gripping his weapon was brought up for him to look at.
Ophelia was the first to ask the obvious question, one arm still helping to support her friend as she gave the Summoner a confused and worried stare, "What was that?"
The sibling tacticians also looked at the Summoner as they awaited an answer, who gave a sigh as he let his weapon hang down.
"My guess is that Breidablik must've been reacting to something else, I've got a few guesses as to what, so when I gripped it once again to take it away from Morgan, it must've tried to pass on the information to me, and usually when it does that, my hand is locked to it to ensure the information is passed on. But with Morgan also holding on to the weapon as well, she got caught up in it as well, and the information it was trying to pass on wasn't given properly. I think," The Summoner told them, his tone expressing he was also a bit unsure about his own answer as he gave another sigh, "There's still so much I don't know about its true nature."
But, whatever uncertainty was held in his voice was lost as a determined look came onto his face, the cloaked man straightening up as he got off the wall, turning to the mages, "Marc, come with me to investigate the castle summoning grounds, Ophelia, keep an eye on Morgan for now,"
"Yes!" Marc as he gave a nod of goodbye to his friend and sister as he made his way to the Summoner.
Ophelia though, kept her hold on Morgan with one arm, while the other was bent to her side, her hand held up to her face as she parted two fingers to give one of her trademark poses, "Leave it to Ophelia Dusk! I won't let you down!" She declared with enthusiasm, the Summoner giving her a back wave of acknowledgment, as he and Marc made their way down the hall.
"Nothing seems out of place," Marc reported to the Summoner as he came back from checking his sides of the summoning grounds, the Summoner himself already resting on the steps nearby from checking his side of the grounds.
"Than I guess it can't be helped," The Summoner dejectedly said as he got up, "If Breidablik was trying to inform me of a new summoning, than we would've found something out of place, but since nothing seems to be like that, I guess we'll just have to wait and see."
Turning towards the young tactician, the Summoner offered him a simple, grateful smile, "Thanks for your help looking around Marc, you're dismissed for the rest of the day,"
"Thank you," Marc replied
The Summoner gave a somewhat heavy smile as he gripped his head, "Welp, if you'll excuse me. I gotta go and make preparations for our Junior Heroes," He stated, making his way out of the summoning grounds.
Marc couldn't help but chuckle at the name, the Summoner referring to the younger-minded Heroes, mostly consisting of young Manaketes, like the younger version of the Tiki he knew from his own world, another one named Fae, and two young twins(or counterparts considering they were similar to Marc and Morgan in that regard) referred to Kana and Kayna respectively. Though, unlike Marc and Morgan, the two actually had their parents here in Askr with them.
The young Manaketes could be handful considering how much energy they seemed to have, so the Summoner offered to look after them in the evening of some days to make sure they didn't cause any trouble.
So, with the Summoner gone, Marc decided it was probably a good idea to check on his sister, and so, he made his way out of the summoning grounds. Walking through the long halls of the castle and giving the occasional nod and friendly hello whenever he passed by a fellow Hero, before finding himself in a more secluded part of the castle that housed his sister's room, and his own if he went down a few more corridors.
Knocking on the door and stating his name, a cheerful "Come in," responded, prompting him to grab the doorknob and turn it, allowing him to enter the room. His sister's room was pretty similar to his own, in the sense they both shared that inner drive to become a great tactician and surpass their Parents, books filling the shelves, while their desks were cover in what could only be called, organized chaos. Though, her room had a bit more accessories than his, like a bigger dresser to hold her clothes.
Closing the door behind him, Marc turned to look inside the room and to its occupants, only for his mind to turn blank as his eyelids and jaw dropped when his eyes landed on them. Morgan and Ophelia stood together, their backs turned to the giant mirror Morgan had set up in the corner of their room as they faced him with a cheeky grin, their outfits swapped.
"Ready to vanquish evil and serve out Justice! Morgan Dawn at your Service!" Morgan exclaimed with an eccentric tone similar to Ophelia, striking up a pose as well. Knees bent inward, her left hand gripping the part of the cape behind it as she held the fabric between her finger-tips. While her flat and smooth belly was out on display, her hips were a bit wider than Ophelia's, and it showed as the skintight fabric seemed to strain against her body. While her other hand was held up to the side of her face, fingers parted to draw attention to it. But, like with Ophelia, what really caught his attention were her breasts. They were bigger than Ophelia's, as while the dark mage's breasts were around a bit more than half covered by the fabric, the same could not be said for Morgan's. As the middle part of her large, and roundish formed orbs were just barely able to be held by the black fabric.
Ophelia meanwhile, was dressed in Morgan's tactician garb, a equally large and proud grin on her face as she held a spellbook in one hand, tucked into her bent arm, her other hand landing on her hips as it pushed in the cloak more against her body. The boots she wore parting to different angles as they faced forward. "Strategic plans ready for discussion! Tactician Ophelia ready to be recruited!" She exclaimed.
Marc blinked, a few times actually to make sure his eyes weren't playing tricks on him. But, he quickly realized they weren't, and that Morgan and Ophelia were really together in front of him, posing in each other's clothing. The only saving grace was Ophelia being in Morgan's clothes look more cute than sexy, considering their baggy design, not that she didn't also look sexy. Morgan though was a different story. His sister was simply put, well-endowed, and her current attire would've sent most men in a state a shock. Though, thankfully for Marc, a combination of his dorky nature, previous instances of this kind, and the fact that she was technically his sister, or counterpart if he further wanted to drive that wedge that kept him on the edge of sanity.
Though, while getting his mind under control, he noticed the looks the two girls had, as though expecting him to say something. And so, he said one of the first non-sexual things that came to mind.
"Seems you're doing ok," The Male tactician stated to his sister with a small smile, only for the girl's face to drop in disappointment, the pose she was striking forgotten as she clenched her hands and bent forward towards him, cheeks puffed out.
"You were suppose to say some line as well!" She groaned in frustration, "Can you not read the situation!?" She exclaimed, stomping her foot down on the ground with enough force it caused her breasts to jiggle, though she didn't seem to care as she continued to glare at him. And he was thankful for it, it was much easier not think perverted thoughts when she was acting completely different from them.
It made him chuckle a bit as he put his hands up in a defensive plea, "Hey, just wanted to make sure my big sis is doing ok," He defended, seeing the way she seemed to pause at the reference, her eyes fluttering as he didn't call her that very often, before she gave a huff of annoyance. Morgan may have teased him for fun, but Marc did it for defense, and he was beginning to know how to use it well.
Deciding to continue the conversation he spoke, "Besides, seems like you guys were swapping characters, be a bit weird if I was still plain old Marc," He told her, referencing his temporary name, though in all honesty, it was starting to grow on him.
It seemed to do the trick as Marc noticed his sister's face seemed to light a bit up, a small smile on her face as she raised an eyebrow at him, "Well, if you really want to, I could lend you my sky-rider uniform," She suggested a bit mockingly, referring to the uniform and unit she was summoned as. Another interesting difference the two shared was their unit type, Marc sticking to the fundamentals of a good'ol tactician, while Morgan had taken up riding with a Pegasus. Her sky-rider uniform not nearly as baggy as her tactician clothes, much more form-fitting as it reminded him of some of the Pegasus Knight uniforms back home, with Morgan giving it her own little flair, even incorporating the top of a tactician's cloak into it along with sleeves. And when she wore it, she also looked even more of a knock-out.
Shaking away the images of her outfit from his head, Marc just gave another chuckle, "I think I'll pass, I wouldn't be able to make it work nearly as well as you do," He stated, adding in a bit of praise to help boost her attitude.
Which worked as she puffed her chest up a bit in a show of pride, her smile widen with confidence while looking a bit smug, "True, it does take a certain physique to make outfits work as well as I do," Morgan replied, before an excited look spread across her face as she remembered to say, "Oh by the way, how do we look in these?" She asked, giving herself a quick twirl as her cape spun around her before giving him another pose, much less refined than the one she struck when he walked in, but still held just as much energy.
Marc couldn't suppress a chuckle, "As you said yourself, you make it work," He replied, noticing her give him a questioning look, half at his cheeky answer, and another at whether or not he truly meant it.
Though she just gave a sigh, giving up on trying to tease her Brother like this as she turned to Ophelia, with Marc following suit, seeing the Blonde girl occupying herself in front of the large mirror, humming the tune of some song as she inspected her attire, the smile present on her face showing she was having a fun time while lost in her own imagination, one that Morgan pulled her out of.
"Ophelia! Stop posing to yourself and give one for my Brother! We need to get that seal of approval!" She told her friend, the blonde giving a slight gasp as she was pulled back into the reality. Marc though, gave his sister a raised eyebrow.
"My seal of approval?" He repeated.
Morgan proceeded to gave him another cheeky grin, "Of course! As my brother, you opinion is automatically valued more than others! Not to mention since your so dorky and honest! You make a good test case!" She explained proudly, arms crossed under her bust as her smile was wide. Marc lightly taken aback at how easily she seemed to admit how much his opinion mattered, and he couldn't tell whether she was exaggerating or not.
But, the sound of a mock, attention-grabbing cough has him face the other occupant of the room. Ophelia having already having struck up a new pose, spellbook grasped by both her hands, held close to her chest. The top of her body bent a bit forward, while she gave him a small, smile. Marc was caught a bit off guard, most, if not all of Ophelia's poses were eccentric and full of energy, though this one seemed a bit more laid back, a bit cute.
No, it was really cute.
"I think we're losing him," Morgan's voice cut in, snapping him out of his trance he was about to enter as he heard Morgan give a chuckle, "Though I guess that means she looks good as well, huh?" She teased, before giggling along with Ophelia.
"Thanks, Marc!" Ophelia told him, quickly leaning towards him as she pecked his cheek, leaving the male tactician stunned and cheeks as red Severa's hair, Ophelia giving him a glad smile and wink before turning back to the mirror as she inspected herself in the outfit once again.
"Wasn't expecting that, huh?" Morgan teased with a low whisper as she leaned her head to his ear, having to stand a bit on her toes to gain the extra height he had on her. Chuckling inwardly at how her Brother was caught off guard by the pose, the way he seemed to turn his head away confirming the question.
She gave him a pat on the back, her brother turning his head again to look at his sister as she gave him a heartfelt smile. Before joining Ophelia in front of the large mirror, making sure to somewhat secretly graze her sides against her Brother's, smirking to herself at the way he tensed up at the brief conact as she joined her friend, the two giving each other a nod before proceeding to pose together in front of it.
Marc blinked his eyes a few time to try and regain himself, before letting a small sigh escape through the cracks of his tired, yet present smile, "Welp, if that's all, I think I'm gonna head back to my room, see you two later." He told them, the two girls replying back with a energetic wave as they kept on focusing on their poses. Marc hearing the beginning of a conversation as he closed the door.
"We should totally set up some sort of outfit swapping event for the Order! Imagine how fun that'll be!" He heard Morgan suggest, Ophelia's soon replying as they discussed the idea, though Marc didn't know how much as he was already making his way down to his secluded room, glad to finally have some time to himself and rest from their antics. The tent forming in his pants being allowed to strain a bit more against his pants as he didn't need to worry about hiding it in the secluded and desolate hallways that led to his room.
Marc was back inside his own room, resting on his bed as he looked upwards at the ceiling, his coat left hanging over the chair to his desk as he was now dressed in a much more casual attire. Wearing a pair of baggy black pants and his trademark tactician top with some comfy grey socks around his feet. Lost in his thoughts, trying to forget the incredible displays of beauty he witnessed earlier.
With a groan, the young tactician rolled onto his side facing the wall, shutting his eyes as he tried to ignore the stirring in his loins at his current dilemma. Marc would admit, he was a bit of a momma's boy, but if there was one upside to being one. It would've been the time he spent focused on trying to make her proud, always giving him something to do, which usually allowed him to push thoughts like the ones he was having away.
'But she's not here right now,' Marc thought, he really did wish he could talk to his Mother about these sorts of things, he trusted her enough to be honest that she would do her best to help him, and to keep his secrets. Granted he had to endure a bit of teasing, but that was just her motherly love.
*Knock *Knock
"Huh?" Marc breathed as he was snapped out of his thoughts, turning to the door to respond, "Come in,"
'I wonder who it could be?' The tactician mused as he sat on his bedside, just in time to see whoever it was enter. Only to briefly contorted his face in shock as one of the sources at his current discomfort came inside.
"Hey, Marc!" Ophelia cheerfully greeted as she let herself in, now redressed in her own stunning clothes as she allowed the door to shut itself behind her.
Marc was somewhat stunned by her sudden appearance, a bit flustered as she gave him a warm smile, one he tried to recuperate, "Hey Ophelia," He replied, before noticing she was carrying a familiar article of clothing.
"Why do you have my sister's cloak?" Marc questioned, overcoming any shyness he had as his curiosity was focused on the article of clothing tucked over the mage's arm.
Letting out an "Oh right", Ophelia quickly gained a slightly embarrassed face as she presented the cloak to a somewhat confused Marc, "Well, the thing about that is, it's actually your cloak."
"Wait, my cloak?" Marc repeated a bit confused, Ophelia nodding as she walked towards the tactician, her heels clicking against the stone marble floor as she handed the cloak over to him, Marc inspecting it and recognizing the little details that he knew only his cloak would have.
"But wait, when did we-" Marc was about to ask, before realizing he already knew the answer, "Oh right" He breathed while bringing a palm to his face, "We must've accidentally switched coats during lunch!", remembering how he and his sister removed their cloaks while sitting down to eat in the mess hall, only to quickly finish up and rush out when one of their friends pointed out they had a meeting to attend. Which had them halfway across the mess hall, before they realized they had forgotten their cloaks and hastily retrieved them, not noticing they retrieve them from the wrong chairs.
Ophelia couldn't help the little giggle that escaped her lips as she saw his face, "Yep, Morgan noticed it too when we swapped back our outfits. And since my room's close by, I offered to take it back to you and give her's back tomorrow."
Marc nodded in understanding, before glancing over what he now knew as his sister's cloak over the chair to his desk. Now understanding why it felt a bit off when he wore it.
And then he remembered, not only had his sister worn his cloak, but Ophelia had worn it as well, and he saw her doing so as she posed in it right in front of him earlier. She didn't just look cute in a tactician's cloak, she looked cute in his cloak.
The realization caused a small blush to form on his cheeks, as his body went a bit stiff while he held onto his cloak a bit more tightly than he should've, not noticing Ophelia making her way towards his desk, picking up Morgan's cloak and inspecting it, before quickly putting it on over her usual attire, using the small mirror provided nearby to look at herself as she inspected the attire, a somewhat blank look on her face.
"Hey Marc, do I still look good like this?" Ophelia questioned, bringing Marc out of his thoughts as he saw the mage turn towards him, a simple, yet not-overly-curious look on her face as she awaited his answer on how the tactician's cloak mixed with her usual attire.
Marc felt himself blink, the combination of the baggy tactician cloak with her usual skin-tight attire was a strange combination. With the cloak's size hiding much of her body from his gaze, but the opening of the front still showed off more than enough of what she had underneath. She didn't look overly sexy, or cute, or even that over the top. But, it just seemed to fit her.
"You look great," Marc replied with complete honesty, not holding in the smile that came across his face, or even the blush on his face as he felt oddly relaxed with just telling the truth.
And Ophelia seemed to like his response as she gained a small grin, "A bit more details would be nice, but thanks."
Marc gave simple shrug with his smile, "Sorry, it just seems to be the best way to describe you." He told her, feeling himself become a bit more relaxed, "You always look great" He let slip out, not taking notes of the words that came out of his mouth.
But Ophelia did, as her grin widen slightly, taking off Morgan's cloak and placing it back on the nearby chair of Marc's desk as she strode over to him, "Oh, really?" She asked, getting the tactician's attention focused on her, taking the chance and quickly whisking his own cloak from his arms and quickly putting it on, not giving Marc any time to react before facing him once again, giving a more eccentric pose than the one she had done with his sister's cloak, yet still more reserved than her usual ones, "How about now?" a wicked smile on her face as she awaited his answer.
Which Marc found himself struggling to provide, his words caught in his throat as he looked at her in a somewhat stunned expression. Despite the cloaks being practically the same, the fact that she was wearing his, made it different. All the attributes that had been highlighted with his sister's cloak now seemed to expand even more. It was enough that he found himself turning away, not able to answer.
"Ahh," Ophelia whined somewhat half-hardheartedly, despite Marc not looking at her, she still put on a bit of a mock pouting face from his reaction, "Do I not look as good or something?"
Marc couldn't help but fidget in his bed from the question as he faced away, "No no, you still look as good," He tried to reply, barely able to keep his voice in check, "Just like in my sister's cloak."
"Just as good, huh?" Ophelia responded, Marc, noticing the somewhat disappointed tone in her voice, causing him to turn to him in curiosity as he saw she now had his face to the side, a small look of disappointment on her face as she crossed her arms.
"Is, that not ok?" Marc asked with a bit of concern, praying to he hadn't accidentally insulted her someway.
Ophelia shook her head lightly, "No, no, I guess it's just, compared to your sister's, your cloak, feels better to wear." She admitted, "So I was hoping you'd think I'd look better in it too."
Marc's eyes widened at her words, his emotions starting to swirl as he noticed the light blush on her cheeks as she looked away from him, one of her hands laid over her chest, as the other grasped its wrist. And he said exactly what came to mind before.
"You do,"
He noticed the brief look of shock that jumped on Ophelia's face when he said this, the mage turning to look at his face, filled with confidence he didn't knew he'd mustered at the moment with his honest proclamation, until he realized just how easily he said, and sheepishly rubbed the back of his head and look at the floor.
"It's just, my sister's cloak and mine look so similar I thought you'd think it was weird if I said I preferred you in mine." He told her somewhat embarrassed, but a bit relaxed as well as he kept a small smile, not looking her in the eyes, but not facing away as well.
"Well, I don't!" Ophelia told him with a much more chipper tone, smile plastered on her face as she said, "In fact, it makes me feel really happy!"
Marc nodded somewhat sheepishly as he still didn't look her in the eyes, his own smile brightening a bit, "Thanks," He softly replied.
Silence fell between the two, Marc not knowing what else to stay, as he gripped the fabric of his pants somewhat tightly while staring at the floor. What did Ophelia think of his words, she said she was glad of what he thought, but how? How much did she value his opinion?
All these thoughts and questions kept popping into his heads, the tactician feeling more overwhelmed with it than any other strategic problem he ever had. He was so lost in his thoughts in fact, that he didn't notice Ophelia make her ways up to him, a loud sigh snapping him out of his daze as he looked up to her. Her face now being one of slight annoyance.
"Man, and here I was hoping to prove Morgan wrong." She dejectedly stated, before turning to face the somewhat confused Marc completely.
"Prove Morgan wrong?" Marc repeated confused, wondering what she meant by that, only for Ophelia's face to turn into one of frustration as he asked, "What do you mean?"
Ophelia could only shake her head in frustration, "Oh for god's sake Marc, how direct to I have to be with you?" she almost screamed in frustration, "Flirts seem to go over your head, you're too shy to compliment my looks most of the time unless I push it, the kiss on the cheek I gave you earlier, and the cloak!" Making a quick twirl and pointing at his own cloak she was wearing before slamming her foot into the ground a bit harshly, "Gods, how obvious was that!"
Marc meanwhile, could only stuttered a response as he started to understand what she was saying , "Ophe-Ophelia, do you mean?"
The blonde mage let out a sigh, shaking her head slightly, "Guess this is the only way you'll understand." And with that, she leaned down towards him.
Marc could only blink as he felt his lips pressed against her own, they were, soft, yet firm, and felt, somewhat energetic despite how still Ophelia seemed to be as she kept their lips together. Her eyes closed and head tilted slightly as a peaceful look was present on her face. While Marc's face, was still in shock, eyes kept wide as time seemed to slow down. But, just as Marc felt like he could return the kiss, Ophelia pulled away, a light tinge of pink across her face, but the smile she irradiated more than eclipsed it.
"Not what I expected my first kiss with you to be like, but, it was nice," Ophelia stated with a chipper tone, a giggle across her face as she noticed the stunned look on Marc's face, yet a clear smile was making its way onto his lips.
But before she could do anything else, Marc jumped up from his bed with speed that surprised the both of them, instinct taking over before Ophelia or even he could react. His arms quickly wrapping themselves around his cloak and her waist as he pulled her in, his lips now pressing into her's with much more passion than the one she had given him.
Ophelia could only let out a muffled gasp when their lips met, clearly not having expected Marc to try this as her eyes widen in shock, her arms pressed against his chest at first as she realized what was happening. Before a smile came on her occupied lips as she returned the kiss with even more energy than Marc had started with, now moving to wrap her slender arms around his neck as she lightly pressed her chest against his. The contact having the two lightly moan in the kiss as they melted in each other's embrace.
Marc didn't know what had come over him, what pushed him to act so bold, but, all he knew was that he couldn't keep these feelings in any deeper. And by the way Ophelia lightly moaned and giggled every once and while with him, softly yet energetically kneading her hands through his somewhat unkempt hair made him believe she approved of his actions. And so, the two kept like that for a bit, pressing their bodies a bit tighter against each other, but other than that, they kept it at the same level.
Finally breaking apart when the two needed to take in some air, both donning a deep blush of red on their cheeks as they pulled apart, but had wide smiles on their faces, still holding onto each other as their deep, somewhat hot breaths tickled each other's skin.
Ophelia was the first to regain her composure, her smile widening into a triumphant grin, "Now that's what I'm talking about!" She exclaimed in glee, her face radiating in beauty and happiness that Marc couldn't help but admire as she giggled and laughed in his arms, "So, guess we don't need to say how we feel about each other now?" She somewhat teasingly asked.
Marc couldn't help but shake his head with a hearty chuckle, "No, I don't think words will be enough to express how happy I'm feeling," He told her, before feeling a surge of confidence come onto him as he continued, "But maybe my actions will," His grip around her waist tightening while he also slipped a hand between the insides of his cloak and her dress, letting his hand rest upon her taunt back behind her cape as he pulled her in closer. Eliciting a surprised gasp from the mage, only for her to gain a wicked smirk on her face as she tightened her own grip around his neck, before proceeding to push him onto the bed behind him, him landing on her back while she fell atop of him.
She only gave him a hungry smile before pressing her lips back onto him, their new position allowing her to add more force and passion into the kiss while also letting gravity work on her body, pressing her front against him a she shimmed her legs to lay on either side of him, while she took one hand from the hold she had on his neck to laying it against his chest, helping to support herself while also cheekily making sure to explore his body.
Marc meanwhile, did his best to try and return his own sense of passion, trying not to focus on how amazing her body elt against him, and instead tried to convey how amazing she was to him. Allowing the hand over his cloak to keep her close against him while the hand underneath it travel under her cape, letting his hand get a much better feel against the skin-tight fabric on her back, tracing his fingers gently against her toned form. The coos she emitted seemingly conveying she enjoyed his touch as she began to lightly grind and arch her back against his touch.
Meanwhile, they let their mouths open up, and let their tongues met. It was a clumsy and amateurish display as their pink appendages mostly just bumped and hit against each other, mostly getting in each other's way as they tried to explore each other's mouths. But to them, it still felt amazing. Their breaths became more ragged, their bodies squirming against each other, grinding against each other as sparks traveled through each other's bodies. Their light coos and moans now becoming deeper, louder, and hotter.
But it wasn't till Ophelia nudged her hips slightly back that had the two pull away. The Nohrian mage feeling the unmistakable tent in his shorts grind against the crevice of her lower cheeks. The contact was brief, but was enough to make turn the blushes on their faces scarlet as Ophelia quickly sat herself up on his lap, her ass still in contact with erection. The two looked at each other in anticipation, holding in their breathes as neither made a move, Ophelia's hands supporting herself on his chest, while his rested on her rounded hips.
Only for Ophelia to let out a hearty laugh, "You know, Morgan told me trying to get you to express your feeling would be hard but I don't think this is what she meant!" The mage joked as she gently pushed and grinded her backside against his erection. Marc letting out an embarrassed laugh at her words as he tried to keep his gaze focused on her.
"Sorry if it startled you," He tried to apologize, "It's just, you're so, we'll-" He couldn't help but stammer his words, "We can stop now if you want."
"Marc," Ophelia huffed in an somewhat annoyed tone, her grip on his chest tightening a bit to the point Marc could feel her nails start to dig into skin through his shirt somewhat painfully, causing him to look up at her as she gave him a stern look, "After everything we've just done, do you really think I'd want to just stop?"
Marc couldn't help but look away, this was Ophelia, of course, she wouldn't let something like this bother her, "No, just, wanted to make sure," He replied, feeling a bit like an idiot.
Still, his words seemed to touch her as her grip on his chest relaxed, "That's sweet," She told him with an appreciative tone, "But you should know better than anyone else, I'm not gonna stop."
"So, then what do you propose we do next?" The tactician suggested, the end result to their activity clear, but she seemed to want to lead, so how was she gonna get them there?
The Blonde smirked at his question, "This," And with that, she lifted herself up, never breaking eye contact as her hands went down to the waistband of his pants before pulling them, along with his small-clothes, down with a tug.
"Whoa," Was all Ophelia was able to say as she looked down at his now free erect member, pulsing in anticipation as it pointed directly up at her somewhat stunned face, her smirk now gone with eyes wide in shock, her mouth slightly agape, "It's, bigger than I thought it'd be."
Marc couldn't help but feel his pride swell a bit at her words, still, he was a bit nervous as she stayed still, eyeing his cock with an undisturbed focus in her eyes. It felt like hours to the tactician, till she finally made a move, using both her hands to grasp his member, her silky long fingers wrapping themselves around his length as he couldn't help but groan at her touch, even with her touch being somewhat light.
"It feels, hot," The mage commented as she light gave the skin covering his shaft a tug, enticing a moan from Marc as he couldn't help but involuntarily grip her hips tighter, not that she minded, she was too curious about his member. Her fingers were barely able to wrap his length, and even with both her hands, a fourth of his skin was still uncovered. Not to mention, the musk it produced was starting to probe her nostrils. It wasn't bad or unpleasant, but, it was somewhat strong, and it had her breathing start to become deeper, and faster. She may have been the one to push for them to continue, but now that they had gotten to this point, it was starting to settle in what they were about to do.
Marc, despite being similarly overwhelmed with a similar set of feelings, plus his mind becoming a bit more hazy with every passing moment she continued to grip his cock, was able to see the pause she held, uncertainty. And as much he'd love to let loose, her feelings would always take priority. And so, picking himself up, he was able to sit up, using his grip on Ophelia's hips to lay her down on his lap, letting his length sat in between both their stomach as he moved his arms to around her waist, his hold much more caring as he looked her in the eye with concern and a smile.
"I know you said you're not gonna stop," He started, bringing her out of her daze as she looked at him, "But there's no need to go so fast, we can take it slow,"
Ophelia couldn't help but blush at his words, the concern he had for feelings making her heart flutter. The blonde not able to help the half-laugh, half-sigh that left her lips as she shook her head at his concern, a wide smile still planted on her face.
"No, no Marc, its fine," She reassured, making sure to look him in the eye with an appreciated smile, "Just needed a moment to get myself prepared, I came here with the intent of showing you how I feel, and I'm not leaving till I get what I want."
Marc couldn't help but similar shake his head with half-laugh, half-sigh similar to hers, knowing nothing he could stay would deter her off course, but still, "Just know, don't be afraid to let me know if you want to stop."
Ophelia had to pull away one of the hands grasping his cock to wrap around his neck, pulling him in for a quick, yet heartfelt kiss, before pulling away, "Of course, that's why I want to do this with you, cause I trust you that much." She expressed to him, before feeling her confidence fully return, a smirk signifying to Marc as well that she was now fully ready to continue. The Blonde-bombshell continuing her gaze with him as she lifted herself up once again, her hand making its way to her yellow latex bottoms as she pulled it to the side, exposing her dripping, entrance to the open air, the heat it emitted immediately being felt by Marc as the two could only take in deep, fast breath as she gently lowered herself down until she felt the tip of his member press against her folds.
The contact had the two shuddering with a moan, eyes scrunched up for a moment as they gripped each other tightly, opening their eyes to look at each other once again, before giving a nod to the other. And with that, Ophelia let herself drop down.
"OhMyGod!" The Blonde-bombshell gasp as she let his shaft become completely buried inside of her as she fell on his lap. Her body going stiff in shock as her eyes and mouth widen with the gasp, feeling her insides being stretch out more than ever before, her walls tightening around the intruder enhancing the overwhelming feeling she was experiencing.
Marc meanwhile, grunted out his moan from the overwhelming sensations. It was unlike anything he ever felt. It was warm, tight, smooth, wet, gods it felt so overwhelming he wondered how he was still conscious. Barely able to keep himself from crushing Ophelia with the grip around her waist as he held her body close, her arms similar wrapped around his shoulders and neck to as similar gripped onto him, her nails digging into his skin. Their faces merely inches apart yet neither had to will power to look at each other at the moment, only focusing on keeping their minds from losing itself to the new overwhelming sensation they were feeling as they kept still.
It took a more than a minute before the two could look at each other again, tickling each other's faces with their hot, deep breaths as their eyelids were barely kept open. No words needing to be said as Ophelia readjusted her grip on him to his shoulders, before slowly starting to bounce herself up and down, letting more and more of his member leave her folds before having it reenter with each thrust, panting with deep breaths as she continued her movements, her usual flair gone as she focused on getting used to the new sensation.
Marc meanwhile, did his best to keep himself under control, similar taking in deep breaths in the form of grunts, his firm grip changing from her waist to her hips. And as much as his instincts were telling him to start thrusting, he kept still, not wanting to overwhelm both Ophelia and himself. Besides, she was already doing an amazing job as her pace started to pick up, the soft yet high whines she emitted with every particular deep descent down on his lap making him swell up in pride by how she seemed to enjoy it. The tactician able to crack open his eyes a bit to gaze on her bouncing form. And despite her still being covered in her clothes and his cloak covering much of her body, she still looked breathtaking, not to mention he was able to glimpse at her breast jiggling from her bounces through the opening of his cloak, begging for him to grope and touch. Something he knew he'd do later, after they both had gotten much more accustomed to this intense pleasure.
"Marc," Ophelia whined, tightening her grip on his shoulders as she pulled herself closer to him, pressing her chest against his, "Gods, it feels amazing."
Marc nodded in agreement, as he also pulled her in closer, "You're amazing,"
Ophelia couldn't help but giggle at the compliment, feeling some of her confidence start to return as she was starting to get used to the previous untouched pleasure she was feeling, "Well, what do you expect, I am a chosen heroine after all?" She teased, "Than again, that only means I should have the best hero by my side as well!"
Marc couldn't help the blush that came on his check as she quickly gave it a peck. The smirk on her face showing she was finally getting accustomed to the pleasure they were both experiencing as her hips moved up and down, a light slap muffled slap being heard every time her clothed bottom fell on his lap. Increasing in volume as she steadily increased her pace.
And Marc couldn't help but feel like surprising her a little bit, he may not have been as much of a prankster as his sister, but that didn't mean he could pass up a little surprise every now and then. And thus, making sure his grip on her hips was still firm, Marc waited till just before she was about to descend down on his member, made his move by thrusting up.
"Ahh!" She yelp, clear surprise on her face at the sudden unexpected pleasure, catching her off guard as she could only shudder and shiver in his grip as she tried to keep focused, "Not fair!" She whined at him with an embarrassed tone and look, "I wasn't ready."
Marc chuckled at her reaction as he moved one of his hands to her back, rubbing it up and down in an attempt to soothe her, and by the light coo she gave, it seemed to have worked, still, he wasn't done with his round of teasing, "What, I thought the chosen could handle any challenged?"
His words immediately sent a fire in her eyes, her embarrassment thrown away as pride came to take it over, "Oh you're on!" Quickly bouncing herself atop of him with a fast tempo, causing them both to moan and groan as she slammed herself on his cock over and over. Her walls spasming and tightening around his massive shaft, though this time, when was making a much more conscious effort in her actions, deciding to forgo keeping calm in order to bring Marc, and herself, to a new level of pleasure.
But Marc wasn't content on just letting her do the work this time, as he started to match her bounces with his own thrusts, using his grip on her hips to help guide both their movements as they worked in tandem. The sound of muffled, wet slaps, combined with deep pants, moans, and groans filling the room, along with the unmistakable stench of their sweat at the articles of clothing both were wearing were starting to make their bodies heat up even more, their fabric start to cling to their skin.
The two teens were losing themselves in euphoria, letting out each other's names while also pressing themselves against each other with every other thrust. Neer did they think something could feel so good, and they wanted more. The way Marc's shaft stretched out Ophelia's walls as they tighten around him, the fluids they were producing lubricating his length to slide more easily in and out as he reached deeper and deeper inside the mage, along with him moving his hands down to grip her round ass sent sparks through her skin. Causing her to pick up the pace of power of her bounces to the point Marc's cloak was starting to flail around her form, not that they cared as they were lost in each other's little world.
Still, as amazing as it felt, it had to end at some point, with Marc feeling his loins start to tighten and build up to a familiar sensation he'd been holding in for too long, "Ophelia," He breathed, and despite having said her name countless times during this session, she immediately understood the warning.
"It's ok," She replied, her tone also expressing she was close as she raised herself up one last time till just the tip of his shaft was still inside of her, before slamming herself back down, Marc also helping to pull her down as well while thrusting up, their hips meeting right in the middle as his length was buried inside of her. And with a groan, the two let their release finally happen.
"Ahh!" Ophelia whined as she felt her insides start to fill up with Marc's seed, her own juices mixing in as her mouth was agape in ecstasy, her ears being blessed in hearing Marc also groan and moan in ecstasy as he gripped her hips lovingly that made her heart flutter as they pressed their bodies against each other. While her own shuddered at the swooshing of fluids in her folds as she filled up to the brim so much she couldn't contain it all. Their mixed fluid dripping pass the small openings of her folds and onto his lap and down her thigh, while also staining the sheets. Luckily though for the both of them, the land of Askr didn't let pregnancy happen as easy as that, for whatever reason.
The two teens could only keep their bodies still, their chest pressing against each other as they each took in deep, long breathes, gripping each other like their lives depended on it as they came down from their high. Before letting their bodies relax, Marc's letting gravity take over as he fell backward onto the bed, with Ophelia falling atop of him.
The two said nothing as they continued to embrace one another, not wanting to let go or move, just content to be together like that. Which they did for a while. Until Ophelia slightly shuffled her body get just a bit more comfortable, and in the process, revealing to the both of them, that Marc was still mostly hard inside of her. Causing her walls to lightly spasm around his length, and in turn, for it to pulse inside of her.
The action caused the two of them to fully regain their senses, looking at each other with a blank expression, unsure of what to do next. That was till Ophelia let a predatory grin make its way onto her face as she lightly shook her hips, having them both let out quiet moans. And Marc knew, she had no intentions of stopping now. And he couldn't help but smile as he held her closer.
"Yes! Yes! Yes! Gods Marc don't stop!" Ophelia cried as her body shook back and forward while she propped her body up sideways on the bed with one arm, one of her legs helping to keep her up, while her other hand wrapped around Marc's shoulder as he used his hands to grip Ophelia's other thigh as he pressed it against his chest with her leg dangling over his elbow as he used it as leverage to plow himself in and out of her folds at a brisk pace with thrusts that were both deep and hard.
The two were now past the point of expressing their romantic feelings to each other, now opting to drown themselves in lust. Letting their teenage hormones guide their actions as they gave themselves to each other. Their clothes now discarded around the room as sweet clung and clung from their forms, nothing stopping them from fully admiring each other now. And while Marc had to admit, a part of him liked seeing Ophelia wear his cloak while they had their fun, seeing her bare form on display for him, as the skin on her thighs rippled against his thrust, while her breasts jiggling widely due to his force was also a sight he couldn't help but want to see more of, especially with the look of ecstasy on her face as she looked up and him. Further fueling him to pound her folds.
"Oh gods, you're going so deep!" Ophelia shouted as she was struggling to keep herself up, "I don't think I can handle it for much longer!"
"Me neither!" Marc replied with a grunt as he continued his thrusts, "You're amazing, I can't get enough!"
Ophelia could only cry out a laugh at his words, before feeling her arm finally starting to give in from the rough pounding she was receiving, losing her balance as she fell fully onto the bed on her side. Bringing Marc down with her as he sat down the leg she was using to keep herself up as it laid with her, pinning her down and twisting her incredibly flexibly body as he continued to thrust in and out of her folds. Not about to lose his tempo from the sudden change in position as Ophelia whined and moaned in ecstasy, using the leg he was gripping to wrap over his shoulder and bring him down even more against her as she planted her arms to the mattress, burying her face against them as she let out a series of muffled groans and whines.
The two soon reaching their peaks as they screamed out each other names.
The sun shining through the blinds he had forgotten to close the previous night was a wake-up call to Marc. The teen giving a groan as they brought him out of one of the best slumbers he could ever recall having. Only for his annoyance to quickly fade away as the reason for his amazing slumber was presented to him.
Marc felt a wide smile make its way on his face as he looked at the slumbering face of Ophelia, just a few inches next to him, her expression peaceful and cute, as her mouth was slightly open, a bit of drool also present while the rest of her body was covered by the sheets of his bed,
It was a wonderful sight to wake up to, as Marc never felt more relaxed and at peace, not being to help himself as he tightened the grip he already seemed to have on her, bringing their bare forms closer to each other under the covers. Something the slumbering blonde seemed to enjoy as she pressed a bit back, intertwining their legs together while pressing her breasts against his chest. Marc being reminded by just how large they were, and for a moment, couldn't help but think of the countless possibilities he would like to try with them.
But for now, despite his rising erection, he was content to just lay there with his new girlfriend. Bringing a hand to her long hair as he softly stroked it, Ophelia seemingly enjoying the touch as she let a let out some incoherent mumble while also pressing resting her face against his neck, her breathing tickling the tactician's skin, not that he minded. She looked way too cute. No, beautiful. Wait, sexy?
Gods, shaking his head, it didn't matter, she was simply Ophelia, and having her in his arms made him happier than he thought possible.
"Huh?"
Marc couldn't help but notice something as Ophelia suddenly placed a hand on his neck in her sleep, using it to hug him tighter, but there was something he realized he didn't notice on the back of her hand before. A mark.
And so, making sure to not to disrupt her, he carefully tilted his head to look at the mark, only for his eyes to widen. Even with his double case of amnesia, he could immediately recognize that mark, no, brand, and its significance.
And so, looking back at his new girlfriend, Marc felt very conflicted and nervous, and the prospect of meeting her now unmistakable Father.
*Knock *Knock
"Hey Marc! You in here!" Morgan shouted as she burst through the door as quickly as she knocked as she entered the room,, not seeing Marc's surprised and terrified face to her side, "Was wondering if you've seen Ophelia cause-" She didn't finish her sentence as the contents of the room now flood her vision, her cloak placed over the chair nearby, but what caught her attention, were the articles of clothing, from both her brother, and best-friend that were scattered about. And so, slowly, she turned her head to the side, and saw both her friend, and brother in bed, with the latter giving her a terrified look as her own eyes widen in shock.
*Slam
"Sorry!" Morgan shouted on the other side of the door before the sound of feet scurrying away from the hall could be heard along with what Marc thought was a "Holy Naga they actually did something!" . Letting Marc close his eyes and let out a groan. A new worry now entering his mind from the sudden intrusion, as he could only begin to imagine either the awkwardness, or new round of teasing he was about to receive from his sister.
"Rgghhh"
The sound of a soft, annoyed groan drew Marc's attention away from his panicking thoughts, down to his girlfriend's face as he saw the somewhat contorted look of annoyance she held, as something seemed to disturb the peaceful slumber she was having, readjusting herself she pressed herself further against him, smothering her face into his upper chest as she let another sound slip through her lips.
"Marc,"
The sound of his name, albeit, temporary one coming out of her lips with a soft, caring tone was enough for Marc to all but forget the worries he was just having, deciding they were nothing compared to the joy he was feeling now. No matter what happened, as long he was with her, he'd knew things would be fine.
"You're amazing," Marc told her as wrapped his arms around her once again, intending on staying in bed with her till, and after she woke up. And it seemed Ophelia liked that idea, as her annoyed gaze turned into a much more peaceful one as she let out a giggle in her slumber while also tightening her grip around him, the new couple lovingly embracing each other as he drifting back to sleep.
A/N: Ayyy, been planning on doing this one-shot for a couple of months now and man does it feel good to finally have it out. Had alot of fun writing Ophelia, and F!Morgan on the side. I also plan on doing a few other one-shots during the summer, some fire emblem related, some not, so if you're interested hope you stick around, and tell me what you think of this little story. Feedback is appreciated.