A/N: Oh my gods! Had I went with my usual length, the Fire Tribe would have gone on for a total of three chapters! So fook it, I thought. Here's a bigger chapter!
As for Dragon Gods and Goddesses names, I'm simply looking up random gods and goddesses names throughout all mythologies and pantheons and all that happy stuff.
Half-beastdragonsoul2013: Frankly, I'm not particularly into them, either. But in this case, I think it fits better. As I'm sure I have posted in some other A/N, Corrin is going to need all the help he can get. Besides, Fates is in the medieval-ish time period, so it's more normal for someone to have multiple spouses, especially if that person is royalty.
Temporal King: Well, I hope this wraps up the rest of the Fire Tribe matters. Next up... Shirasagi? Is it time for the Dawn Dragon's descendants?
Corrin looks around this new room that Rinkah's mother took him to. Felicia, ultimately, was unable to keep her promise, as the heat finally overwhelmed her, and after guiding her back out of the village, Rinkah's mother brought Corrin into a building. Lining the room are a number of small candles, trinkets, and other various things. "How much do you know of the Fire Dragon, Water Blessed?" She asks.
Corrin hesitates, "I… don't, actually. I only even learned of my own Tribal Dragon recently."
A fire flashed through her eyes, but she manages to stay composed. "I see. Water Blessed, I am the Communer for the Fire Dragon, Gugurang." As with speaking Khione's and Mizuchi's names, Gugurang's caused the area around them to heat up and… cause the ground to shake? "His true domain lies far to the south. A mighty volcano He calls His home. Whenever He is angered, the volcano erupts, shooting out heat beyond heat, something even His own Tribal members can't approach."
"That sounds intense." Corrin slowly responds.
"It is a beauty." She nods, "The kind of untamed beauty that should only be observed, which leads me to my next observation, Water Blessed." She pauses and inches a bit closer to Corrin, "You too, have a similar untamed beauty. I can see it in your eyes, something chained and subdued, something craving release."
It unnerved him for her to be this close, "Um… ma'am?"
"My apologies." She quickly amends, "These topics are not why I brought you here." She grabs a bowl with some red viscous liquid, "I brought you here to Commune with the Fire Dragon." She swirls the liquid around a few times, before placing it in the center between them. "One bare finger," She raises up one, "and dip it into the bowl. If it is too hot to the touch, then He does not wish to be spoken to."
Corrin nods and does as she says. Removing his right gauntlet he… feels her body heat rise up. Oh right, this is the same hand Gunter nearly broken when he failed to block properly, he can still see the remaining bruises and scars on it. "Ma'am?"
She is actually trembling with an anger that almost puts Rinkah's to shame, the candles around them begin to burn higher, then she takes a breath. "My apologies, please continue." Nodding, Corrin resumed, the liquid is luke-warm at best.
The room around him seemed to dissolve slowly, even Rinkah's mother wasn't spared. Around him now lied a land of rock and fire. Smoke bellowed on high, massive columns of fire would burst out of the ground, and giant pools of lava were off in the distance.
"Blessed." Unlike Khione's calm voice or Mizuchi's echoing voice, this one boomed across the land, as if yelling. "And of Mizuchi's, no less." The water… didn't even make it through this time, just some steam. Then He showed Himself. A dragon landed, dwarfing even Khione with His size. Obsidian-black scales line his body, lava poured out between the cracks like he is constantly bleeding, the eyes themselves were orbs of fire, his maw and nostrils constantly bellowed out smoke, his horns looked to be of molten rock. Gugurang's sheer presence almost overwhelmed Corrin. He had no problem showcasing His dominion, and He probably had no issue crushing those who oppose Him. If Khione or Mizuchi were to adopt a similar presence, what would they look like?
"Gugurang." Corrin respectfully bows as several rocks and fireballs drop from the sky, cracking the ground even further and sending pillars of flame rising.
He chuckles, "Watch your footing, Blessed. Even uttering my name may be too much for you." Corrin straightens, seeing as now the areas where the debris hit are now segmented, revealing a river of lava. "Mizuchi has diminished, hasn't He?" A pause, "Fool." A massive paw rises and slams onto the ground, "Him and His Tribe were always far too willing to compromise, and now He's paid his due." Corrin flinched from the pure disregard of His tone. "And to think, Khione slumbers, watching the days pass as She waits for Him to regain what He lost." Ice formed at the Ice Dragon Goddess's name, but even Her element is sent sizzling within moments. "She should have known better than to try and woo Him."
"What?" Corrin asks, "No, my Dragon told me He only saw each other as Brother and Sister!"
"That is what He told you? Pity, He can't even return what She feels." At least, through his demeanour, he can see why the Fire Tribe members are so aggressive. "Not to mention the Shalim, the Dusk Dragon." He continues with his verbal degradation of the other Dragon Gods. "To think He could so easily fall to His own people, pathetic." Even the Dusk Dragon's influence seems to be banished by the fires that rage around Him. He finally lies down, "Speak, why did you seek me, Water Blessed?" Corrin found himself stunned, simply overwhelmed by His sheer presence. "I see… then here." The Fire Dragon surrounded Himself with a sphere of flame, and when it faded, no longer was He a massive Dragon that made the others seem small.
No, he was only a few inches taller than Corrin. He seems to be wearing an entire suit of armor in the color of his scales. A single massive obsidian sword hangs on his back. His eyes still are in the form of balls of fire.
"Better, Blessed?" He asks, smoke still bellowing from his mouth.
"Yes." Corrin nods, "Your Communer wanted me to meet you."
"I see." Gugurang… smiles? "And what of my people, how do you see them?"
"I'm unused to them."
"You partially fear them." He takes a step forward, "And you fear me." Another step.
A step back, "It's… you simply aren't holding back your presence as much, Fire Dragon."
"I don't, do I? Even in this form." His smile reforms, "I'll admit, I'd never thought the day any of the other Dragon Gods would have the foolishness to Bless one of theirs with so much."
"Do you not have anything to nice to say for the others?" Corrin finally snaps back, "It's not wonder you and yours are so isolated!"
A massive meteor drops from the sky, completely shattering a mountain in the distance. The ground sunders, making an island out of the rock the two stand on. Lava erupts and creeps along the edges He and him stand on. "The isolation is self-imposed, Blessed." His voice becomes dangerous, Corrin just crossed a line. "And I have few good things to say. Dawn and Dusk have gathered quite a following. Ice is the only other one who has such a grip on Her land."
"And what of the Water and Wind Dragons?"
"One is barely a speck of His former self and the other is just… there."
"They are your fellow Dragon Gods." Corrin presses.
"Do not misunderstand me, Blessed. I care for them. If some fool somehow managed to access the realms themselves, believe me when I say I will be the first one there. I will reduce that mortal to ashes." Gugurand pauses, takes a breath, and lets out a massive cloud of smoke larger than his 'human' body. "That will be all. It seems someone else wishes for your presence. But, before you do." A step closer, "I'm impressed, Water Blessed. Not many so defiantly stand and demand." He walks back, a sphere of fire consuming Him, and He reverts to His massive Dragon God form. "Rinkah will offer more than enough from the Tribe. She best return stronger than she is now." His wings sends up smoke and fire, and He takes off.
The area around Corrin slowly disfigures, returning him to the Communer's house. "Water Blessed?" Rinkah's mother asked, "Are you well? You were in a trance for far longer than most."
It took Corrin a bit to properly adjust, "I am, ma'am." He slowly dips his head, "The Fire Dragon is, well…"
She chuckles, "Don't be afraid to speak your mind. He is overpowering, is He not?"
"Consuming, more like." Corrin nods, "He didn't have much good things to say of the other Dragon Gods."
She simply smiles in response, "I would have let my husband be the next thing for you to attend, but it seems you are too tired to deal with it."
Corrin frowns, "I'm assuming he would want to do more than talk?"
"He wants to see your Blessing." She frankly states, "But, if you think yourself capable, I won't stop you."
And considering the Fire Tribe's nature, he'll probably want to make a fight out of it. Corrin thinks it over, he is tired, the heat is getting to him, but… "I'd rather get it over with." The sooner this gets out of the way, the sooner he can rest.
"Oh? You are truly different, Water Blessed." Another chuckle as she rises, Corrin soon mimicking her. "Let's go see the chieftain then, yes?"
As Corrin has expected, she guided him not to a house, but an arena of sorts. Rinkah and her father are in this ring, seeming content to try and bash the other with a mace. Corrin could literally see the fire trailing behind both of their swings… except that Rinkah's trail burns both hotter and for longer. Sometimes the fire trail would last for over ten seconds when she swung, effectively creating a barrier of sorts. Frankly, Rinkah may lack the speed that the others he seen fight, but as for raw strength? "Rrr…" The Fire Blessed growls as she misses another swing, an overhead strike. The effects were similar to what Corrin saw when he and her were forced to fight… except that there was now a huge crack in the ground and lava poured up, almost overflowing from the new hole.
"Ha-ha! Wonderful!" Her father praised her, "That is how one uses their abilities." He tosses his mace to the side.
Rinkah does the same, a smile on her face. "It would be a dishonor to use any less."
"Where's our Mage? We've another rupture to fix!" He calls out. "I swear, ever since your Blessing came, our Mage has had so much more to work with." He then notices Corrin, "Water Blessed! Perfect timing. Come here."
Corrin spares a glance at Rinkah's mother, before walking over. A second man, in a robe, has also made his way there. He mutters some incantation, and the crack that Rinkah made slowly closed. He bows and steps away. "Chieftain." Corrin greets.
"Are you ready to fight, Water Blessed?" Rinkah eagerly asks.
"Hold, daughter." Her father states, "I know you're still fired up, but we still need to exercise manners." The man looks Corrin over, "I know we've already met, but we didn't really have a moment, did we? I am the chieftain of the Fire Tribe." He drapes an arm around Rinkah, "And the father to this wonderfully powerful daughter."
"Father…" Rinkah looks away with… a flush? "I'm not a child."
"Ah-ha! But you will always be my fiery minx." He booms out a loud laugh as Rinkah's flush increases, clearly embarrassed with her Father's praise. "Oh yes, you should have seen her when she was younger, Water Blessed." He continues, unperturbed by Rinkah now glaring at him. "I still remember the day when you made your first fissure. And the one where you brought down one of the houses after breaking a wall." He leans in closer, and since he still had an arm around Rinkah, she also was pulled in, "And uh, just so you know… she has a sweet tooth."
"Father!" Apparently that was crossing the line, and Rinkah not only pulled away from him, but she also elbowed him in the gut and pushed him away. "By His flames, you have no restraint!"
Her father didn't seem even the slightest bit offended, in fact, he seems proud of what she just did. "Oh, and that's why I love her so much!" He coughs up, slowly standing once more, if a bit dazed. "Now then. I was going to be the one to experience your Blessing first-hand, but since my fiery tempest requested it. I'll simply watch as she fights you."
"I wanted a duel, Blessed." Rinkah nods, "No interruptions this time." She walks over and picks up her discarded mace, "You and me."
"The odds are already in your favor, Rinkah." Corrin states, "We're in your Tribe, after all. The heat is getting to me."
"And I did say I 'wanted' a duel. I'm aware of the territorial advantage. Father simply wants to see your Blessing, I'll get the duel I 'want' another time." Her body heat is already rising.
"Heh, daughter. Manners." The man chuckles.
"...Alright." Corrin concedes, figuring it would just better to go along with this. "You just want to see my Blessing?"
"That's all." He nods. "But, if you happen to get into the fight, I wouldn't mind see you dueling her." He, of all things, winks.
"Father…" Once more, Rinkah flushes. But this time, Corrin doesn't know why. Why would she be embarrassed for Corrin to actually duel her? Or is there some unseen meaning? Rinkah has walked back into the ring and Corrin takes the opposite side, "I think I'll let you have the first strike this time, Lord Corrin." She smirks.
"Oh-ho! Her confidence is especially high today!" The chief exclaims from the sidelines, "Don't dissapoint, Blessed. She's truly hoping…"
"Father! Please!" Rinkah's face is practically burning, why is she so embarrassed about this? Corrin thinks it's more than just praise.
Taking a breath, Corrin nods. He first focused on that watery feeling, trying to tap into his Blessing. For the first time, he actually starts off the fight with that slick, water coating over him. He then charges… no, he more slides over to Rinkah. He strikes first, with Rinkah barely reacting fast enough to block it. Corrin flows into the next slash and Rinkah fails to recover fast enough, she staggers back, a cut already formed…
And he stops himself. "It's just a scratched, Water Blessed." Rinkah sees his hesitation. "We have healers on standby." She hits her chest with her fist, "Besides, the Fire Tribe enjoys a good fight, so. Don't hold back!" Nodding, Corrin restarts his attack. Unlike last time, Rinkah also swings as he does, the force alone from her strike nearly knocked his sword from his grip and he could feel the flames sting his armor. Off-balance, Rinkah follows up, landing a strong blow on his chest, sending Corrin skidding back.
However, he recovers before she manages to bash him again, and he smoothly side-steps it. Landing a strike of his own, Rinkah grunts and blocks the next strike. She's… faster than when she was dueling her father. When Corrin glanced at Rinkah's face, she was openly smiling… she really does enjoy this, doesn't she? Rinkah brings her mace down in an overhead strike, and Corrin knew exactly what would happen if that hits the ground. Corrin raises the pulsing Gangalari and with a show of force, halts her attack, his arms screamed in protest as he felt himself get pushed into the ground from the power from her attack. "Oh-ho! Impressive!" Rinkah's father cheered from the sidelines.
Pulling back, Rinkah brought her mace from an overhead to a side swing. Corrin deflected this one and slashed back, scoring his third hit. Her wounds seem far more shallow than they should be… and she isn't even wearing armor. In fact, Corrin finally noticed just how little her body is actually protected, is her skin really that tough? Or is it her Blessing that prevents such damage. "Focus, Water Blessed!" Rinkah says. Quickly nodding, Corrin tries for another, and Rinkah responds by swinging her own mace…
But this time, Gangalari is sent flying out of his grip, and it goes so far as to land over a dozen feet from the ring. Smirking, Rinkah looks to finish off the duel… except Corrin stops the mace with a summoned maw. The simple coating of water has turned into an outright downpour of water. Snapping down, Corrin removes the head of the mace, he would have thrown it away, but he could literally feel it dissolve in the maw.
Well, he learned something new today.
However, even with the loss of her mace-head, Rinkah showed no intention of standing down. Tossing the shaft aside, she instead looks to simply punch him. Corrin brings his maw up, letting the fist hit the maw itself and he recoiled from the pure force. Fire danced along impact, heating his entire body up to a rather uncomfortable degree. He then gasps as she grabs him by the maw and slams him on the ground with disturbing ease. Quickly shaking his head, Corrin rolls before she gets another chance to pick him up. Corrin readies his maw and forms a lance from his other arm. He thrusts his lance, which only grazes her side, however, unlike his sword, the lance outright pierces her side and makes a wound far greater than Gangalari.
Staggered, but otherwise unbothered, Rinkah actually grabs his lance and pulls forward, bringing him to her. Corrin unleashes a small energy ball with his maw, which seems to lock her muscles, as she seems to be unable to move. Using the momentum from her yank, Corrin tackles her to the ground. Recovered, Rinkah pushes him off with enough force to send him back several feet. They both charge and…
"Enough!" Her father's voice booms out. Corrin and Rinkah stop mid-step. "I've seen enough firsthand." He declares, "I'm satisfied. Corrin, of the Water Tribe, thank you for that opportunity. I've never seen a Water Blessing before." He turns more towards Rinkah, "I'm eager to see hear how soon you'll have that duel, daughter."
"By His fires, father…" She mutters, once more a flush forms as she looks away.
"Water Blessed, I have had a house prepared for you and yours. The heat won't bother you too much in there." Corrin's torrent of water finally slows, then stops as his maw and lance recede. "Rest well, I'll have a feast ready before you leave tomorrow." He starts to walk past them, "Take good care of Rinkah, won't you?" He chuckles.
"I swear, he doesn't know when to stop." Rinkah groans.
"Why are you so…"
"It's nothing!" She snaps back as yet another flush forms. "Besides, you need to rest!" She quickly turns away and Corrin shrugs it off. He concludes it must be another Fire Tribe thing.
Walking away, Corrin goes to a building that simply feels different than the rest. Inside this place holds both Felicia and Elise, who are chatting. Felicia looks far better than she did earlier. In fact, even as he just entered, he can feel her cold from here. "You're looking better." He calmly states.
Felicia and Elise both look at him and smile, "I am." His once concubine nods.
"Heeeey, hold on." Elise scrunches her face, "You're injured!" She walks over to one side and grabs her staff, "Heeeere you go!" She exclaims as she starts healing the bruises he acquired.
"Uh yea, Rinkah hits hard." He admits. "I'm glad she's on our side." A pause, "Where are the others?"
"The Ninjas and Arthur have their own spot."
"Even though Arthur is your retainer?" Corrin brings up.
Elise pauses as she puts her staff away, "I uh… we really haven't had a night to ourselves, so…" She looks away as a flush forms.
Felicia has since gotten up and stands next to Corrin, grabbing a hand as Elise gets the other, "I hope it doesn't come out as too selfish?" She asks.
Once more, the cold from Felicia and heat from Elise combines to make something Corrin couldn't simply describe. It's just… right. "Uh, yeah." He finds himself unable to give a better response as his two loves guide him to their bed.
"I gave Lady Elise a massage earlier." Felicia speaks up, "Would you like one, too?"
"Oh, she's really good with them, too!" Elise winks.
"I would like that… love." Corrin hesitantly adds, simply unused to the term.
While most people's body temperature would rise when they flush, Felicia's actually drops several degrees. "I-I'm still getting used to that." She admits as her hands glides to his armor's buckles, like she has several times before, but the difference this time? This isn't because they have to have sex to keep up appearances, it's because she's giving him a simple massage. Something they both want to do.
Want to, not have to. It's almost surreal, truthfully. None of them are chained by Nohr, they're… free.
"Gods…" Elise gapes as his armor drops. "C-Corrin?" Her gloves hand traces the numerous scars on his chest. Oh right, she's never actually seen them. Felicia has, obviously. "I could tell it was bad, but…"
"Hey, sh…" Corrin coos as he pulls her in for a hug, "We're not in Nohr anymore. We're safe." Elise shivers as her face makes contact on his chest, and he too, feels his body heat rise.
"Soooo, right." Elise sighs.
By now, Felicia has started working on his back, "He is… right." She slowly agrees, "We aren't being watched…" And then she stops. "By Her ice… sister."
Corrin reaches out with his other arm and pulls her close, too. "She's tough." He tries to soothe her, "I'm certain we will see her again." Felicia, like Elise, digs into his embrace, letting out a sigh of relief.
"I love you, Corrin."
"I love you too, Corrin!" Elise giggles.
"And I love you both." He returns.
"Water Blessed?" A voice sounds out, "You left your sword…" It's Rinkah's father, and he stops mid-sentence. The area immediately heats up, and Corrin can tell his line of sight isn't at the two women against his bare chest, no… it's on his actual chest, where the scars line his skin. A moment passes, then two, and Corrin wouldn't be mistaken if the chief's face literally did catch on fire, maybe even his whole body. Gangalari drops from the man's grip and he takes a few steps forward, taking deep breaths each step. "Your chest…"
The embrace breaks and both of his lovers move a bit to the side, "My time in Nohr." Corrin admits.
"This, they, I…" The chief seems unable to form a proper sentence, and it was then that his eyes seem to glow with a rage that literally burned. "Who?!" He nearly roars.
Corrin flinches from the sudden aggression, not that he blames him. "The main two were Xander and Gunter…." Corrin stops as something else hits him, "Gods, Camilla!"
"She's fine. She wouldn't lose." Elise quickly states, "She's realllly strong, Corrin."
Which soothes him a bit, "You're right. She does wield that battle axe in one hand." He takes a breath.
Yet, the chief has already almost left the building, with literal fire puddles from where he walked. "They will pay, Water Blessed. I swear on His fire."
Corrin shivered from his words, "Love?" Felicia nudged him.
"That was… intense." Corrin replies. Yet, even with that imposing display, it was absolutely nothing to what Gugurang possessed.
Felicia's arms wrapped around Corrin, "Um, if you don't mind, I…" She takes a breath, then lets it out, a cold breeze hitting his skin, "I'm ready. If you are."
"Do you mean?" Corrin starts.
"I want to feel it as love." She buries her head on his side, unwilling to make actual eye contact.
"You mean, oh…" Elise starts, her own face burning. "Well, I…"
"Don't feel pressured, Elise." Corrin coos, "I swear I won't ever force either of you to do something you don't want."
"I know, but." Elise looks away, "Yeah, I'm not ready, I don't think. I'm… going to walk." She gets up, "Uh, an hour or two?"
"Be safe." Corrin says without thinking, "I mean, don't overheat." Elise simply gives him a wonderful smile, then walks out. "So, you're ready?" Corrin asks, as to make absolutely sure.
"Yes!" Her response comes out far more determined. "Are you?"
"I am." He nods, slowly reaching for her once more, but this time not to hug. No, this time he reached for her own straps. "We're… doing this because we want to." He gulps, unused to the feeling.
"As lovers." Felicia nods, as her hands glide over him, sending shivers across his body. Her cold still feels so right. "Haah, C-Corrin." She lets out a gasp as her entire Maid's outfit comes out in one go… well, it is more styled as a concubine's outfit. He makes a quick mental note to get her a real dress, something more fitting for a wife than a concubine. "I'm yours." She says, but quickly shakes her head, "No, we're for each other."
"Because we want to." He slowly nods, and shares their first true kiss. Unlike the others, this has a different pull to it, it fell far more satisfying. "G-gods, Felicia." He gasps as they break it, his heart racing. He then noticed that she already managed to slip his pants off…
Well, just because they are doing this for the first time as lovers, doesn't mean this isn't the first time they've ever done it. Yet at the same time, Felicia's demeanor wasn't of a master-concubine, she truly looked like she wanted this. She went for another kiss, almost greedily getting more. He eagerly returned the favor, feeling just as needy for this new high. Things just felt… right. "C-Corrin…" She whispered as she guided his hands for her breasts, "Aah!"
While she knew all of his spots, Corrin didn't exactly know Felicia's. It has always been one-sided, a concubine servicing her master. To be honest, Corrin wasn't too sure what to do, other than the actual vaginal intercourse. Maybe…? He drops one of his hands lower and lower. He kept gliding along her skin until he brushed by her core, she lets out a louder whine as he reached the spot. It felt… colder than he remembered his member felt. Was it always like that?
Mimicking what his penis would have done, he slips a finger in, earning a moan from Felicia, as well as her bucking her hips towards his finger. Emboldened that he is making the right movements, he slowly slides his finger in and out, akin to how he would normally have sex. "C-C-Corrin, gods… please, more." And while he did, she kept bucking her hips, forcing more of his finger in. "Another, please." Planting another kiss, he slowly pulls out, then goes back in, with two fingers this time. She cries out in pleasure straight into his mouth, as her bucking becomes more frantic. She's whimpering her name as best she can through the kiss.
Her arms have now wrapped around him, trying to pull him yet even closer, as her nails scratch his back. However, unlike the whippings he's received, her nails gave him a surge of pleasure and Corrin found his own hips bucking against the air. "F-Felicia, I want…" He moans.
"G-Go ahead, please…" With a slick pop, Corrin's fingers leaves her core and they quickly shift around. Felicia lies on her back while Corrin climbs atop her. She has desire in her eyes, desire and compassion… love. "Corrin…" She gasps as his member enters her as it did so many other times.
But this time, they want to do this.
"F-Felicia…" He too, gasps as he enters. He again notes that she's cold inside, did he truly not notice? Still, it felt right, a strange sensation. There was just enough chill to provide something unique. A thought passes by on how Elise would feel. No, he internally shakes his head, if Elise doesn't feel up to it, he won't force the matter. Right now, it's just him and Felicia.
Once more, she wraps her arms around him, alongside her legs, pulling him in as far as she can. In and out, in and out, the motion repeats itself. "L-Love, Corrin, please…" She gasps as she resumes bucking her hips, as if she still isn't getting enough.
"I'm here for you." He whispers as he manages another kiss. He moans in her mouth as she lets out a cry, her inner walls contracting around his member. "I…" He didn't get to say another syllable as he felt his own climax. "Felicia…" He smiles, almost collapsing on her as more of his love juice poured inside. He felt far more tired than all the other times they've had sex. "Gods, I love you so much."
"I-I love you too, Corrin." Corrin rolls over and they hug, he hasn't bothered to pull out, as tired as he felt. One more kiss and he yawns. "We should…" She has already closed her eyes. Right, trying to keep herself cold in the Fire Tribe must have truly drained her magically. Smiling at her peaceful face, he shifts around and pulls the blanket up. "Good night… love." His eyes slowly droop closed.
Yet, before he fully succumbs to sleep, he feels another set of arms from his other side, another body, clothed, pressed up against him.
He will sleep well tonight.