Author's Note: Another one? Already? It's more likely than you think.

I had so much fun writing my first smut fic that I decided to jump right into the next one. I plan on this one being a series. It's definitely going to be pretty smut heavy but I'd still like to try and develop Ricken and Anna as the story goes on. Ricken's age will be conveniently left out, so if that makes you squick just consider him to be 18. *WINK*

Ricken furrowed his brows and chewed on his bottom lip. All his research couldn't possibly end here. He shook his head in frustration. Archmage Anto's notes called for bloodleaf as a critical component in finishing the titration. Unfortunately for Ricken, Archmage Anto was a Plegian sage that had conducted his experiments generations ago, back when bloodleaf was far more readily available.

"Aaaagh, dammit!" He slammed his tome shut forcefully and ran an agitated hand through his auburn hair. How on earth could he get his hands on the herb? By all accounts they hadn't been publicly sold for decades. Ricken had discovered that years ago, bloodleaf was notoriously used in a recipe for a chemical weapon created by an insane Plegian serial killer. This lead to the herb being outlawed and systematically destroyed throughout the countryside. He grimaced. That meant he'd have to go through underground connections.

Ricken would never describe himself as a paragon of virtue, but he felt uncomfortable at the prospect of dealing in the black market. The most shameful thing he'd ever done was stealing a sweet-roll off of Nowi's plate when she wasn't looking (which quickly resulted in his best friend transforming into a dragon and chasing him around camp with fire). Still, he couldn't let all of his hard work go to waste now. There was one person who could probably help him. He just prayed Naga would give him the resolve to not run away in a cold sweat.

"Hiya, handsome."

Anna winked back at Ricken over her shoulder. She stood high above him on a heavy oak ladder, checking items off of a seemingly endless list that stretched down to the ground. Her tent was massive so as to accommodate all of her wares; aisles upon aisles of shelves and boxes lined the packed dirt floor. Swords and staves peeked out of barrels, cloves of garlic and cured meats hung from the rafters, and hundreds, if not thousands, of books were scattered about. The shelves held bolts of fabric, precious gemstones, strange metal devices, and countless other sundries. Ricken wondered how one woman managed to keep a track of so much.

He gulped. She had been traveling with the Shepherds for quite some time now, and although Ricken was unsure of her intentions towards the army's cause there was no denying she was an incredibly useful asset. And yet, being around Anna tended to set him on edge. It had been like this since the day she had arrived at camp.

After settling her things and taking an introductory tour with Robin and Chrom, Anna set out on her own to explore the grounds and meet everyone personally. She spent much of the day getting to know each and every Shepherd. She helped Lon'qu bake rations for the upcoming march (and showed him which spices to add so the tan bricks were at least more than palatable), danced with Olivia, took tea with Lissa and Maribelle, and nearly managed to best Virion at a series of wargames. It was late at night when she stumbled upon Ricken seated at the outer edge of camp. He was engrossed in a large leather tome, squinting and scribbling by the flickering light of a campfire. Moving in completely unnoticed, Anna walked up behind the sorcerer and tapped his shoulder.

"Didn't your mother ever tell you that reading in the dark would ruin your eyes?"

"Oh, hello…" Ricken turned back to greet whoever had joined him. "Miss… ah… I'm sorry, I don't think we've met." He grinned sheepishly and extended a friendly hand in greeting. "I'm Ricken!"

Anna let out a tiny squeal and leaned forward, inches from his face. "You are just the cutest!"

"Oh, I… uh… Thank you?"

Anna simply chuckled. "All alone on guard duty, huh?"

Ricken shook off the nervousness that had temporarily overtaken him. "Yup. It's not too bad though. It's usually pretty quiet and gives me time to read."

"A man after my own heart, " she swooned dramatically. "If you're ever in the market for a good book I'm sure I could help you out."

"Ah! You must be the merchant woman that the others ran into earlier today."

"Sharp as a tack, you are."

"You like to read as well?"

"'A mind needs books as a sword needs a whetstone,' as my grandmother used to say." Anna grinned wickedly. "Luckily I can swing a sword as well as I can read a book."

"That's very impressive, Miss Anna."

"Just Anna, please. Miss Anna was my mother. And grandmother. And aunt. And other aunt. Hey, mind if I grab a seat?"

"Oh, uh…" Ricken hesitated for a moment. "Yes, of course. I mean, no, I don't mind. Of course you can sit. Down. On the ground. Against the log."

"Thanks, sweetie. I think I can find my way around though," she giggled. With a few skips she settled herself next to Ricken, brushing her arm against his. She craned her head over to catch a glimpse at the cover of his book. The young sorcerer was acutely aware of the sensation of her breast against his arm. "So whatcha got your nose buried in?"

Ricken shifted uncomfortably. "S-some personal notes. I'm, uh, researching more effective ways to produce a stronger flame without necessitating large amounts of fuel. I can generate it well enough but have trouble keeping a large blaze for longer than a few seconds."

"Ah, so the robes and dorky hat aren't just for show then?"

He tugged down on the brim of his cap defensively. "It's not dorky!"

"Whatever you say, hon. I think it's pretty cool though. Your research, that is" Anna stuck her tongue out impishly. "The hat is still dorky." Her smile turned into a small frown of distaste. She tugged at the top of her blouse, revealing a slip of her modest cleavage. "Eugh, it's so hot out tonight! Dunno how you can stand being next to a fire, much less working with it. Especially in that robe of yours. I should know; I went to the academy in Ylisstol for a few years when I was younger. Hated the uniform. Too bulky. Bad in a fight." She continued to tug at her blouse in hopes of cooling off.

Ricken's eyes were drawn down to Anna's chest. An intense heat immediately flared up across his cheeks when he noticed that she wasn't wearing any undergarments.

"Hmm? See something you like?" She looked at him knowingly.

"Oh, um, I, um, that is, I'm sorry Miss Anna, terribly sorry, I should be getting back to my watch it was very nice to make your acquaintance," he spat out as he turned his back towards her, hands firmly gripping the edges of his tome.

Anna leaned her face in toward Ricken's and squeezed her breasts onto his shoulder. "Oh? Something the matter, sweetie?" Her lips were dangerously close to his ear as she lightly rubbed her breasts against him. Before the boy could conjure some sort of response, Anna lifted herself onto her feet with a flourish. "Well, it was very nice to make your acquaintance as well, little wizard. I'm sure I'll see you around camp. Don't be a stranger, 'kay?" She winked and flashed him a toothy smile, then ambled off into the night.

Ricken merely sat there, staring into the fire. He thanked whatever gods were watching that he had placed his book on his lap.

He had entered her tent in hopes that she possessed some bloodleaf or knew where to obtain it. He just hoped he was prepared to deal with her. Most of their interactions thus far had consisted of one-sided flirting from the spritely redhead. This wasn't unusual, as Anna acted that way with everyone, even the women. However, Ricken couldn't shake the feeling that there was a bit of a predatory air about her whenever she spoke to him in particular. They had run into each other many times after their initial campfire encounter. He did his best to maintain as little contact with the woman as possible, but she seemed to pop up at every turn. This would be the first time he had ever sought her out. He steeled himself. Just get the bloodleaf and get out.

"So what can I do ya for?"

"Ah, good evening, Anna. I'm sorry to interrupt you so late in the day."

"Nonsense, I can always make time for a guest." She stepped off of the ladder and rolled up her list to tuck under her arm. With light steps she skipped over to Ricken and gave his nose a playful flick. "Especially one as cute as you."

He absentmindedly fiddled with his robe. "Oh, um… Well, yes, I was wondering if you might be able to assist me in finding a, an, uh, a specific herb that I've been looking for."

"Bloodleaf?" Anna replied, not missing a beat.

"Yes, bloodl- huh? Um.. yes, bloodleaf. How did you, uh…"

"Your little manakete friend likes to talk."

"I swear, I-I have only the, the uh, the best of intentions with it! It's- it's purely for research!"

Anna smirked and waved Ricken down. "You don't have to worry, dear, I trust you. Now, I'm still in the middle of taking inventory and haven't run into any bloodleaf yet, but I'm sure I've got something around here." She turned and began walking down one of the aisles. Before disappearing behind a shelf, she looked back at Ricken and beckoned him with her finger. "Well come on then, you don't expect me to look on my own, do you?"

Ricken didn't even realize he was just standing there watching Anna leave. He tried to ignore the fluttering in his stomach. "Ah, no. I'm coming."

She smiled. "Excellent!"

Just get the bloodleaf and get out. That was all he had to do.

They had searched through countless shelves, crates, sacks, and other containers for a good while now, to no avail. Ricken had loosened up after talking more with Anna, who quickly revealed herself be a fairly skilled and knowledgeable sorcerer. He found he quite enjoyed discussing magic theory with her, an added bonus being that if she was talking about magic then she wasn't flirting him into a nervous wreck.

"A binding agent?"

"Yes. My hope is to replicate Archmage Anto's methods, which calls for the use of bloodleaf as a binding agent to hold the reagents together. The end product is a substance that should be able act as a catalyst in my spellcasting which, if my research is correct, should in turn maintain the increased kinetic energy of a larger flame."

"Get a bigger and longer boom, huh?"

"That's the plan."

"Wow, never woulda thought of that. Makes sense though. Pretty clever to use the oxygen concentrate like that. Not half bad, kiddo." Anna tipped Ricken's hat forward playfully.

"Thanks," he said with a small laugh, fixing his hat back in place. "I'm still amazed you know about Archmage Anto. His work is rather esoteric."

"Told you before, I have my ways."

"Like what?"

"Ah ah ah! A gentleman never asks and a lady never tells." She wagged a finger at him and brought it up to her lips with a wink.

A slight heat crept onto Ricken's cheeks. He tried to laugh nonchalantly and turned back towards a shelf to continue looking. A few more minutes passed when he heard Anna cheer behind him.

"Aha! Found it!" Anna held up a small velvet pouch triumphantly. "Hope this is enough." She gave it a few shakes, showing off her discovery to her accomplice.

Ricken clapped his hands together with a smile. "Great! That should be more than enough. Thank you so much for you help, Anna."

"Anything for a friend, yeah?"

The feeling of heat returned to his cheeks. "Friend. Right! Of course, thank you. So, how much would you like for it?" He patted down his sides, looking for his money pouch.

"A kiss."

He froze. Surely he misheard her. "Uh… How… much gold?"

"No gold. Just a kiss." The look she gave him was playful and mischievous, but by no means one that implied she was joking.

Ricken unconsciously reached for his clothes and rubbed the fabric between his fingers. There was no way he was prepared for this.

"Well, I'm not sure I would be able to, ah, provide that."

"Or you could try and find bloodleaf somewhere else. I'm sure the next city we come across will have some drunk in a dirty alley or seedy bar you can buy it from."

"That's… That's not fair!"

"I think this is quite a good deal you're getting, sweetie." A dainty pout appeared on her face. "Or could it be that the thought of kissing me repulses you?"

"No! Never! I mean, you're a… you're a very attractive woman, Miss Anna. Ah, I mean, Anna."

"Hmm?" She leaned forward, hands on her thighs. Her ponytail swung over her shoulder just enough where Ricken caught a hint of lemon. She smiled innocently at him. "So, what's the problem then? Just a harmless kiss, and you won't have to spend a single copper."

Ricken's heart raced. Part of him wanted to forget about the whole thing and get out of the tent as soon as possible. Another, much louder, part of him wanted to see if her lips tasted of lemon.

"So?"

"...Oka-mmph!"

He was cut off by Anna's mouth grabbing at his lower lip. With a slight hum of approval, her hands reached for the sides of his face and pulled him deeper into the kiss. For several panicked seconds Ricken just stood there with Anna suckling on his lip. Then, eyes shut, his arms shot out from his sides and wrapped tightly around her neck. He closed the kiss, attacking Anna's lips in return. The sudden movement nearly toppled her over, but Ricken managed to steady them both. Even with her leaning down, wrapping his arms around her tall frame had taken Ricken's full height to accomplish. Her eyes opened wide in surprise before she closed them once more and slid her tongue out from her mouth, tracing the outline of the boy's lips. As if on cue he responded with his own tongue that came out to meet hers. The two wrestled in a wet cacophony of smacking, slurping, and moaning. Ricken's breath came hot and heavy through his nostrils as their breathing and saliva intermingled in the intimate space between their faces. Small moans crept out of Anna's throat and reverberated against him. They goaded him into pressing his attack even harder against the woman's lips. Whenever he wasn't pushing against her own tongue or exploring the contours of her mouth, he bit, sucked, and nibbled, bringing Anna's lips out into a swollen red fullness. Before long they pushed away from each other and allowed themselves a moment to regain their breath. Anna pressed her forehead against his and looked through half-lidded eyes at the panting young sorcerer. Her lips definitely tasted like lemon.

"Whoa there, tiger…" she eked out through gasps of air. "At least buy me dinner first."

Ricken's stood there, his arms entwined around her neck, staring with hazy eyes. No intelligible words came out of his mouth. His mind was devoid of any rational thought. "This… Uh… I didn't…" His lungs fought for air, inhaling Anna's citrusy aroma and the peculiar scent of age and spice that pervaded her tent. "I-I'm sorry, that was-"

She interrupted him with a slender finger to his lips. "Shush. It was my pleasure." Her eyes went downwards. "And yours, apparently."

Through the pleats of his uniform his erection bulged proudly against the fabric. In a more rational state of mind Ricken would have been mortified. As it stood, all he felt was a pleasant heat running through his body. "Uh… Um…"

Her eyes met his and glinted with a mixture of allure and mischief. "Consider this on the house." The finger on his lips trailed along the side of his face and down his neck. She opened her palm against his chest and continued downwards at a slow, agonizing pace. Once she reached his pants she started to loosen the bindings that held them up. Still keeping her gaze on him she spoke frankly: "If you want me to stop just say so."

Anna was met with his silent stare. The only sound coming from his mouth were his haggard breaths. With a smile she brought her errant hand up to her mouth. He watched as she closed her mouth, cheeks pulsing and swishing. Moments later it opened and released a slick handful of saliva onto her palm. She closed her hand and carefully eased it beneath his undergarments. In one fluid motion she wrapped her slim fingers around his cock. Ricken shuddered at her touch; it was an entirely different sensation having someone else holding his member. And when that someone else was Anna he wasn't sure how long he'd last. His hands slipped from the back of her neck and clutched at the edge of her cape.

He wasn't the biggest she'd ever had but his size still impressed Anna, especially for his age. In firm, drawn-out strokes she stroked his dick teasingly. She began with a full grip to spread her saliva until she was able to travel along his length effortlessly. Deciding to have a little fun she enveloped his head within her palm and swiveled her hand around it. Its bulbous form settled warmly in her clutch, a fair amount of pre-cum streaming out. Ricken hunched over and whimpered into the crook of Anna's neck. His grip on her cape tightened as his hips moved of their own accord into the teasing woman's hold.

"Aaagh, Anna! I can't- I can't-"

"Easy now, tiger. I've got you," she whispered huskily. Her lips wrapped around the bottom of his ear and suckled gently. Ricken squirmed underneath her; every few seconds a different part of his body was assailed with waves of pleasure and Anna showed no signs of stopping. While she passed his earlobe from her lips to between her teeth, nibbling playfully, the hand that had stayed on Ricken's face traveled downwards to join the other. Her working hand deftly removed itself from his head and formed a ring with her thumb and two fingers around his shaft. As she traced a slick trail down to his base her other hand reached beneath to cup his balls. Light tugs stretched his twin orbs out and against each other, causing the boy to buckle over and release another guttural moan.

"Ooooh, gods, Annaaaa…"

"You lemme know when you're gonna cum, 'kay?"

"U-Uh huh, yeah, yeah, I will…"

Anna kissed and licked her way down from his ear, eventually planting her lips firmly against him and sucking on his neck. In a gesture that brought a smile to her face and excited her far more than she thought it would, Ricken shifted his face so that he could do the same to her. She felt his small tongue lap against her skin, his mouth clamoring desperately for a taste of her. Her legs clenched together on their own and a shiver ran up her spine. A moistness had begun to seep out from within her. Anna wished she had a free hand for herself, but was determined to bring Ricken to his finish. Her hands continued to pump and fondle him energetically.

"Hey, stud. How you…" Her breath wavered. Gods, she wanted to fuck him right now. "How you holding up?

"Mmmph, Anna…" he sighed into her neck.

"I'll take that to mean… you're enjoying it." The moist warmth emanating from his mouth had made her neck slick and moist. Gods, she really wanted to fuck him right now.

They continued like this: hands moved frantically, hips thrust with need, their mouths pressed hungrily against each others' bodies. Anna felt Ricken's balls and cock swell immeasurably in her hands. He was sure to burst any second.

"Ohhh, mmmm…" Somewhere in all of the chaos Ricken's hand had found its way up into Anna's blouse. He held greedily onto her breast, rubbing and squeezing without mercy.

"Haa… Haaa… You… You sure you haven't done this before?"

"I'm… I'm…"

"You ready, tiger? C'mon then… Show me what you got… right here." Anna moved the hand that was pumping him up to his head, while the one that had been playing with his balls replaced it and continued to stroke him.

Ricken's cock throbbed in her hand. A pleasant tightness had encased his groin, signaling his need for release. It was taking all of his willpower to not crumple into a shivering pile on the ground. But when Anna grasped his head whatever restraint he had left broke completely. His hips thrust aggressively into her when suddenly a pounding white fire burned throughout his body.

As soon as she felt his cock start to pulse in her grip she redoubled her efforts and pumped him even faster. The moist, muffled sounds of flesh slapping against flesh were joined by a chorus of moans and whimpers. The first shot of cum splattered violently into her palm. Several more followed it and quickly filled a milky pool in her hand. Ricken grabbed onto Anna for dear life as she worked to drain his balls completely. Each pulse of his cock released a powerful jet of cum into her palm. She marveled at the sheer amount she had gathered, eager to see it for herself when he was finished.

Her hand started to slow but never stopped moving. They gradually slowed to a steady pace, his seed continuing to drip onto her palm. When she felt his cock stop throbbing Anna reached down to his base and tried to wring out any drops of cum that remained. When she was satisfied that nothing was left she ran her clean hand gently along the length of his cock. It had noticeably softened, but she was certain she could bring it back to full hardness. Another time, maybe.

The young sorcerer leaned weakly into Anna and nuzzled against her neck. "That was… You are… amazing…"

"Not so… bad yourself." Her chest heaved deeply. Ricken's hand still clung to her breast, but she had no intention of telling him to move. Carefully, Anna removed the hand filled with his cum out from his pants; her other hand remained, playing with his cock. She brought her hand up behind his back and saw now just how much he had shot out onto her palm. Despite her best efforts to keep it contained some of his cum had dripped off the side. The smell of it filled her senses. Her mouth watered in anticipation. With one final squeeze of his member Anna pressed her clean hand against the boy's chest and tried to gently push him off. At a passing glance, nothing looked out of place with the two. Looking closely, however, revealed flushed cheeks, necks dotted with harsh red marks, disheveled clothing, and a palpable air of sex and lust.

"Is that my…"

"Mhm." Anna brought her cum-filled hand up to her face and inhaled breathily. Much to Ricken's surprise she opened her mouth and started lapping up his seed. She took her time, savoring the taste, until her hand was licked clean. She grinned. "Tasty."

"Gods…"

Having finished, Anna tried to stand up straight, but noticed that Ricken still had his hand firmly on her breast. "Comfy there, tiger?" she asked, moving her chest against his hand. Ricken flushed visibly. He quickly removed himself from her blouse and spewed out a number of apologies in succession. Anna just giggled as she fixed her clothes. "Little late in the game to act bashful, dontcha think?" She reached behind her and tossed a small object at Ricken. "Here, this is yours."

It was the bloodleaf. The sorcerer looked skittishly between Anna and the small velvet pouch in his hand. "Uh… Th-thank you, Anna. For the bloodleaf and.. uh…"

"Any time, sweetie." She gave him a wink. "And I mean it. You're always welcome here in my shop." Anna leaned down once more and pulled Ricken's face into a kiss. It was chaste, compared to what had just transpired, but he felt the familiar heat creep across his face. Anna pulled her face back a few inches from his and smiled at the flustering boy. "Now, scoot. I've got to work on inventory and you need to finish up your research." They walked together to the entrance of her tent, where she saw him off with a friendly wave and a request for him to come back soon.

Ricken stumbled towards his own tent in a daze. Although he tried to get back to reading he couldn't seem to focus; after an hour of repeating the same passage he decided to call it a night. When he awoke he felt his sheets and undergarments covered in a sticky substance. But those were the least of his problems. He lay up in his cot staring down at his groin.

"Dammit… What am I going to do about you…"

Author's Note: I really enjoyed writing Anna out. The flirty/dominant personality archetype is one of my favorites, especially played against a bashful/submissive archetype like Ricken. If any of you have any particular kinks or scenarios you'd like to see them in lemme know! I can't guarantee I'll write it into the story but if it catches my interest I'll definitely consider it. Otherwise, expect a lot of blowjobs, ballplay, and cum.

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