This had truly been a magical night

Ever since their daughter from the future had come back, it had been blatantly clear what kind of relationship the two had entered. For the most part their comrades took it well (Corrin seemed kind of hurt about the matter, but had at least been able to be amicable). Still, regardless if it was Chrom or Marth's warm regards or Lissa's incessant teasing, he could only smile when he saw the green heads of the special women in his life. And tonight had been no different.

It had been a night of revelry; the kind that was so rarely afforded to the time-displaced warriors or the deposed royals that had brought them together. Food, drink, and merriment poured freely and the air held a certain mirth even in the dour stretches of Dusk Castle. The assembly had traded their usual fare for more formal attire; some of which provided by the Hoshidan seamstress herself, such as his own tailored suit.

But for the amnesiac Tactician, his eyes were no longer on their comrades; on Xander leading a timid Lianna in dancing, or the precious sight of Tiki being all-but pushed to Marth by a devious Ceada. Not even the twitch on the napes of his neck that would signify his impish Morgan's pending tricks would divert his gaze. No his eyes were squarely on the visage of his beloved Lyn.

Despite his earlier misgivings at such a stiff affair, he wouldn't trade this moment for the world; getting to dance with her in that ravishing blue dress in the great hall of the castle. Whatever reservations he had on the forlorn structure were rendered utterly irrelevant as she clumsily led his equally inept feet in a waltz. The source of her discomfort being the very outfit that Oboro had painstakingly made for her. And while the Sacean would never dismiss the retainers work, it was simply too striking a change to her usual attire to afford any degree of the skill that she conventionally possessed.

Things had been winding down, with some of their comrades having since departed for bed or for…other, activities. Morgan had made a teasing mention of watching Xander and Celica leave together, and Lyn commented on Lissa dragging Takumi out followed by a concerned Oboro. He himself had watched Anna trade glances with the high prince of Hoshido before she strutted out, but hadn't seen him actually leave. Regardless, he was enjoying a last drink with Chrom (fidgeting in his own stuffy blue suit with oddly puffed up pants) and (of all people) Niles when his wind goddess sashayed up behind him and whispered in his ear.

"Morgan is staying with the girls tonight…"

They practically flew out of the ballroom, much to the amusement and embarrassment of their friends…

They passed a few halls and about a dozen chambers before finally deciding they couldn't wait any longer. No longer would they suffer the trek back to their shared room but instead picked the first door they came across. It was fortunate that their first choice wound up being suitable to their needs; in function and in lack of occupancy.

It turned out to be a barracks; one that had wound up unoccupied due to their deficient numbers being met by the surrounding facilities. A modest sparring arena dominated the room, with inter-spacing weapons racks and armor posts littering the perimeter. Two doors lay on opposing sides; one to proper quarters, the other to another wing that was far beyond the smitten duo's interests.

He tasted the wine on her lips; a far more hearty dosage than he himself had partook. And yet there was still clear intent and pinpoint focus in her actions; the kind that simply shouldn't be possible after drinking that much. Still, even if he was sober and she was drunk as could be, there was little chance that the tactician would've been able to overpower her greedy lips, not without some guile and cunning that was simply not with him tonight.

As if sensing his silent surrender, Lyn pressed further until her tongue had invaded his mouth. Her dress shifted as she lifter her leg up, more-so out of habit than anything else. And yet despite that, Robin managed to grab the protrusion that was caused by her knee and held it in a shaky grasp. Only the *shink* of singing metal and the sudden brushing on his thigh tore his gaze away in time to watch his now-torn pants fall uselessly to his ankles.

Confused, he looked up from his falling garment just in time to see her toss the shortsword aside with a devious grin. Much like always, her aim was swift and true; as her deft blade had sliced even his smallclothes. The sight of his unmarred legs and hardening erection made her subconsciously lick her lips before grasping it with her bare hand. With a careful descent so as to not stumble on her own dress, Lyn fell to her knees and began to lavish his cock.

Fellatio had been a frequent occurrence for them, at least before that fateful night in Castle Sol. After that and the arrival of their future daughter, the duo had shifted to the friskier and far more risky quickies that they partook in between matters. But tonight they wouldn't have to worry about their nosy little Morgan butting in with that damnable coy smirk of hers and could indulge themselves, for old times' sake.

Robin let out a throaty moan as his beloved placed a quick kiss on his glans before trailing down to his balls. The lack of battles today had meant that he could take a more prolonged and through bath, much to her delight. While the Sacean beauty could say she had grown attached to the musky scent of her man, there was simply nothing better than a fresh, clean dick for her to enjoy: HIS dick.

Even if it had been a while, she knew what made him tick; where best to lather her tongue or lightly nibble on his foreskin. Her fingers were equally busy; handling any part that her mouth was currently not attending to. The feeling of her manicured nails on his shaft or juggling his aching, stuffed balls made it quite clear; she intended to milk him dry.

Lyn locked her lusty green pools on her beloved amnesiac's face to gauge his reaction. Eyes squeezed shut and hands clenched into the folds of his cape: good. With a devious-albeit loving grin she reared up and swallowed his cock in her hot, wet mouth. Her lips formed a tight circle that permitted no escape as she was fed drip after drip of his pre-cum, eagerly awaiting the main course.

Like a newborn babe and its wet-nurse's teat; she suckled and drooled on his girth. Her fingers fell dormant as she affixed her grip to his bare thighs in an attempt to better leverage her bobbing head. Occasionally she tussled her head and let out a little hum in an attempt to spice things up. Not that she need bother when just the mere act of being able to thrust into her loving mouth was a gift enough for him.

Her nipples strained against the fabric of her dress, as if begging to be let free and used to smother Robin's cock. Sadly for them (and him), Lyn was not patient enough to waste time on such a burdensome act, especially with a gown that she practically had to be bolted into. Meanwhile, her bare pussy was dripping onto inner folds of her skirt as a lusty fire was welling up in her core.

Deeper and deeper she took in his rod, leaving small trails of saliva behind as she reared back before proceeding further. On instinct the silverette raised a hand to massage her scalp before it quickly affixed to the top of her head.. She knew what that meant: dessert was coming. In response the Sacaen withdrew his penis from its place in her throat back into her mouth and vigorously rubbed the remaining wet skin to coax out his treat.

Sure enough the stream of cum quickly filled her cheeks before she rapidly swallowed it down. Months of these little trysts had trained her in how best to not spoil even a single dollop, even if some of the creamy treat managed to escape her pursed lips. No matter; it would be in her stomach soon enough.

Once she was sure that his loads had finished, she gave the now-deflated erection a few more bobs to clean it before letting it slip out with an obscene *pop*. Despite her efforts, a small smear had dribbled down her chin and landed on her dress. Unfortunate.

"The night's still young; should we get back to our room?" Robin asked ash he gave her a hand to her feet. Sure, the loss of his pants would be somewhat…okay, VERY, awkward if anyone happened to catch them, but if nothing else he could always hide behind her…dress?

Lyn had only briefly mulled his words before making her decision. She reached for the nearby rack and extracted a second sword from its scabbard before applying a precise cut to the collar of her neck. She'd make up an excuse to Oboro tomorrow.

With an impish smirk she got to action; deftly cutting each knot and loosening her constricting, formal prison. In his slightly inebriated state, Robin watched as she did away with the bothersome thing; leaving her in just the under-top and knee-high white boots. The sight of her trimmed green patch made his arousal stir anew.

"Why waste time?" she said with that oh-so tantalizing grin as she lifted her leg and placed it on his shoulder…