"Evidently," Kiran muttered, stroking his chin as he pored over maps and books, "A Summoner's job is never done…"

Kiran had every right to be annoyed. Recently, there had been another world invasion by the Emblian empire. Clearly their princess just wanted more and more Heroes on her side, despite the fact that Kiran and the Order of Heroes was able to stop her at every turn. No matter how hard Veronica tried, she just couldn't successfully invade, even when she actually nearly managed to attack and possibly kill Kiran himself, only for a strange voice to save him. He's been going mad, trying to find out three things: who that voice was, what they wanted, and how in the world he'd let his guard down so much.

Now, as he stood yet again above a table laden with tactics books and maps generously provided by Robin and Corrin, two Heroes he had summoned, his mind was going through so many different combinations. In particular, he was wondering what the benefits would be of teaming up two sword users, a fire tome, and a healer, against multiple Lance users. Clearly there was a flaw in planning, but he was certain he could make it work.

A knock at the door, three light raps, broke his concentration. His hand passed over his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose and wiping away some eye gunk he didn't realize he had. He turned to the door to the room. It wasn't his personal room, but rather one set aside especially for the Summoner, meant to be used for meditation, strategy, and whatnot. It was windowless, with the only light coming from four torch sconces around the stone walls and pillars. The center of the room had the large wooden table with all his papers on it, and there were two wooden chairs opposing. There was a bookshelf on the left wall and a cabinet on the right, and behind him was the only door, a heavy wooden one with iron supports and a brass doorknob with a lock above it.

Kiran placed his gloved hand on the doorknob and turned it to open the door. He was wearing his Summoner's garb, except that his robe was hung from a coathanger next to the door and his weapon was on the table next to a copy of How to Avoid Archers 101. He didn't like to wear the robe while he planned, since he felt like it restricted him.

"Hello, Summoner!"

On the other side of the door stood a woman with long green hair and a blue outfit that could be considered a kimono, one which greatly accentuated her long legs and thighs. Lyn, the swordfighter from the World of Blazing, had her hands behind her back and her natural smile on her face as she stood before Kiran.

"Lyn," the young man said, nodding, "Good to see you. Come in, don't just stand out there." Kiran turned back to the table, placing his hands on it and leaning his weight against it. His shoulders raised up as he pored over the map in front of him again. Lyn, meanwhile, slowly paced next to him, glancing over his shoulder at the writing before them.

"Who do you have planned this time?" she asked, placing her hands together on the table. Kiran gestures to the drawings.

"Two swords, a fire tome, and a staff user," he explained, "I was thinking of having you and Eliwood for the swords, since he's mounted...but I don't know, this tactic might not work well against lances. Not at all." He stood up and pondered, cupping his hand over his mouth in thought. Lyn, meanwhile, looked around at the group.

"You know," she said, pointing to his drawings, "Instead of me and Eliwood, instead of using swords here, why not have Tiki and Hector? Especially if you're thinking against lances." Kiran sighed, waving off her suggestions.

"That's exactly the point," he complained, "I need to practice for events where the odds are against us. We won't always know what our enemy will have, so I need to plan for contingencies."

Lyn chuckled. "You would have liked Mark," she mutters, a look of contentment on her face, "You're just so...alike…"

"Hm?" Kiran hums, turning to the woman, "Mark? Who's Mark?" Hearing the name caused a small trigger of memory in Kiran's mind, as if he shared some distant kinship with that person, if only by name or profession. He shook it off.

"Mark was…" Lyn sighed, looking at the ceiling in thought, "He was our tactician. We all called him The Tactician to mess with him. I haven't seen him in...well, I haven't seen him for a while." She turned herself around, sitting on the edge of the table, head turned to face Kiran.

"Sounds like you were fond of him," Kiran replies, "I'm sure he was a wonderful tactician, from the way you talk about him." His attention went back to the papers in front of him. He passed a hand over a small map he had, trying to see if there was something he hadn't thought of.

"He and I were close," Lyn continued. She moved off the table and leaned on it sideways, her right hip against it and her right hand on top of the table, so that she was fully facing Kiran.

"We were very, very good friends," she said, stepping closer to the boy, who was too busy poring over texts to pay attention, "But I always felt something more...and before I could let him know, he vanished…"

"Sorry to hear that," Kiran muttered, lost in thought. He was about to open a book on cavalry tactics when Lyn placed her hand over his. The force from her shut the book as he was opening it. He looked to her, confused, and saw into her green eyes, eyes the color of jade. Her face was one of sadness, but he could detect a ferocity in it, one which was moving her closer until she turned him to face her. She looked up at him, as he was just a few inches taller than her.

"I already lost one tactician to the winds," she said, moving her hands to place them on Kiran's chest, "But now I have found another one, and this one I'm not letting leave before I can say how I feel, and not before I can show how much you mean to me." Kiran's hands went to her sides to hold her, but his mind's fuzziness cleared quickly.

"Lyn, we can't." He pulled away, shaking his head and turning away, "I'm with Sharena, you know this. I'm not going to cheat on her like this. At all." He closed his eyes, glad that he stopped himself in time, but they snapped wide open as Lyn wrapped her arms around his waist from behind and pressed herself to him. He felt her sizable chest on his back, giving him a soft and warm feeling that still brought chills to his spine.

"I already asked her."

Kiran turned, quickly, breaking her hold on him.

"You what?"

"I asked Sharena," Lyn clarified, moving towards Kiran with swaying hips, flustering the summoner and backing him up towards the brick wall, "And she gave me permission. She agreed with me on one thing. You have a lot of admirers here, and she knows that you two being exclusive just wouldn't be fair to anyone else."

Kiran sighed. "That sounds like Sharena," he muttered, feeling his back hit the wall, "Always wanting to make people happy."He was already thinking of the talk he and his "girlfriend" were going to have, but the Lady of the Plains put a stop to that by pushing herself against him, now letting his body feel hers from the front, as she placed her left leg beside him and her right leg between his.

"You wouldn't believe the admiration I have for you, Kiran." Lyn's voice lowered to a whisper, one that made the hair on the back of Kiran's neck stand on end. "How you lead us despite not being in combat. Ever since I was summoned by you, I knew that you were just like him." Her body pressed against his, the lack of heavy clothing between the two making the touch much more personal. Feeling her breasts pressing to him, how soft and round they were, was certainly a factor in his increasing arousal. Her lips moved up to his face, only a few centimeters from his own.

"I…" Kiran said, putting his hands on her wonderful hips, "I don't know what to say, Lyn." The woman shushed him, placing a finger on his lips to keep him quiet.

"I don't care if this is once only," she says, her now sultry voice filling him with desire, "But I want it to happen. Do you?" Kiran nodded, now smiling. Lyn giggled.

"Then let's get going." Lyn finished her sentence and immediately kissed him, her lips pressing to his, her hands rising up to embrace his upper body, one snaking over his shoulders and one around his waist. In response, Kiran's hands brought her closer, now straying around the back of her hips. He slowly moved them down to her rear, gently squeezing it to make her yelp. She smiled into their kiss, softly moaning.

Kiran was amazed at the feeling of caressing her rear. He had imagined her, since she was a seasoned warrior, as a very rough and toned fighter covered in muscle. Right now, he discovered that her rear was nice and soft, almost seeming to mold in his hands. Her own tender hands were slipping off his upper clothing already, and he helped her by shimmying out of it. As he held her close, she pulled her face away to look at his body.

"Like what you see?" Kiran said with a chuckle (and relative surprise at his forwardness).

"Mmm," Lyn moaned, licking her lips, "Gods, I do...help me out?" Catching her drift, Kiran lowered his hands to the middle of her clothes, to her belt. While it usually held her sword sheath, this time it was lacking the weapon, and Kiran was able to easily slip it off of her. She pushed him away once he did that, winking as she brought up her arms, slipping off her outfit in an intentionally slow speed in order to tease the Summoner, a tactic that worked wonders as Kiran found himself pressing harder against the wall in amazement.

Lyn let the clothing slip to the floor, letting Kiran see her full body. Amazingly, it turned out that she did, in fact, wear underwear on her lower body, but nothing on top, not even a shirt. Her large breasts hung before him, pink nipples an obvious contrast against her pale skin. She had an incredibly curvy figure, with her hip to waist ratio causing his heart to beat against his chest. As she kicked off her shoes, she nodded to his lower half. Kiran looked down, confused, then gave a confirmatory yelp and started to remove his own clothing.

As he struggled to anxiously remove his pants, Lyn giggled, coming over to help him. She pressed her body to his as her hands went to the top of his pants. The feeling of her now naked breasts caused Kiran's mind to practically explode, coupled with her mouth going to his neck, kissing and licking him there. Her hands slipped off his pants, leaving him only in his underwear with his dick erect and threatening to rip through. Making matters "worse", Lyn intentionally moved her panty-covered crotch against him, pushing against and rubbing his covered dick. His grunts of pleasure became moans, especially once she pressed her mouth to him again.

This time, Lyn's assault was full of fervor. Her tongue licked Kiran's lips, and Kiran gladly opened his mouth, letting their tongues mingle. The smacks of their lips and their moans rose, fighting the noise of the torch fire in the room. Kiran's hands continued to move over her rear and lower back, feeling the soft skin beneath, while Lyn's hands chose different paths: one went to his dick, rubbing the clothed member, while the other caressed his midriff and chest.

Lyn pulled away from the kiss first, leaving a trail of saliva between them, as they both panted from lack of breath. Both of their tongues were out, and they looked into each other's half-closed, passion filled eyes. Lyn went down first, going to kiss Kiran's chest and trailing down. He placed his hand on the back of her head, accidentally undoing her ponytail and causing her long green hair to stream down her back. She didn't seem to mind, as she continued down, reached his underwear and licking her lips.

With one finger, she deftly removed his last bit of clothing, her face glowing as she saw his dick in front of her. She held it in her right hand and stroked it a few times. The feeling of her soft hand on him was superb, the gentle touch something that he never got used to. Soon, she licked his tip once, and then right away took him into her mouth, keeping her tongue on his underside and just barely poking out of her mouth. Her eyes closed as she sucked, keeping his dick in one position for a while before starting to move her head.

Kiran looked skyward, hands on her head and in her hair. The way she used her tongue was incredible. Sometimes she moved it all over his length alongside her bobbing, but sometimes she let it focus on his tip, even licking the very center of it, something that he couldn't decide if it gave him pleasure or awkward sensations. She continued her sucking as Kiran looked down to her, teeth gritted. She opened her eyes, looking up at him as her mouth enclosed his dick. The sight of her green orbs filled him with desire, and he pushed himself into her throat, causing a few tears to well up. Despite this, she continued to suck, making slurping sounds as her mouth moved up and down.

Kiran could feel himself reaching his limit, but Lyn showed no signs of stopping. If anything, her movements getting faster indicated that she knew he was close. His hips started to buck, and his held-in moans poked through, sounding audibly throughout the room. After a few more moments, he couldn't hold it in any longer.

"L-Lyn!" he grunted, before moaning in a low tone as he came into her mouth, without warning. The woman's eyes widened, but she took him in her mouth, taking every drop and swallowing it. As Kiran panted against the wall, she took her mouth off, sighing contently. She stood up, stretching her arms.

"Thank you, Kiran," she said, "I know you didn't want to do this, but-"

Kiran cut her off by wrapping her in his arms and kissing her. Her eyes went wide as his tongue invaded her mouth and pressed against hers, his right hand cupping her right breast and his left hand holding her waist.

"No, Lyn," Kiran gasped once he pulled his mouth away, "I need to return the favor, it's only fair." Lyn's look of surprise turned to one of sudden desire, not expecting a response like this from the Summoner.

"Well then," she said, bringing her face close again, "Show me how you'll return it." Kiran smirked, and kissed her again. Gone was the soft passion of before. Now, the two of them were lustily making out, Kiran pressing into Lyn and pushing her back. They stepped back until Lyn bumped into the table covered in tactics and books. She yelped to signal Kiran, but he didn't listen. Pushing more against her lips, he bent her backwards slightly, pushing off all the writing on the table. Books and papers clattered against the floor, as Kiran's hands gripped her rear end tight, lifting her up and placing her on the wooden table, all the while still kissing each other passionately.

During their kiss, Kiran easily and quickly removed the completely soaked panties that she still had on. Breaking the liplock, he lowered his head to her breasts, popping one of her nipples into his mouth and sucking on it for a few seconds, causing Lyn to moan, a high-pitched noise that served to drive Kiran's wilder side. Leaving her breasts, his face went lower, down to her legs. Spreading her legs apart, he kissed each of her thighs once, before turning his attention to her crotch. With little warning, he pressed his lips to it, licking up its entirety.

Lyn cried out in pleasure. One of her hands held her up, her right hand pressed against the table as her back curved. Her left hand, meanwhile, clutched her left breast, keeping the large mound of flesh squeezed and massaged between her fingers. His tongue continued to work the outside, moving up to include her clit. The pleasure of this caused Lyn to squeal, eyes shut tight in desire.

Kiran's tongue dove into her then, moving around her inner walls. Her taste was sweet, almost fruity, and he was completely enamored by it. His tongue curled around the inside. At one point struck, Lyn jerked and moaned, letting Kiran know he had hit her pleasure spot. His following attacks continued to pass by that spot, and it felt as if she was getting wetter by the second.

"By the Gods, Kiran," Lyn moaned, taking her right hand and grasping his hair, "I'm nearly there!" As if on cue, Kiran moved his face away from her, giving her one last sympathy lick. Before she could protest (but after her moan of disappointment), Kiran stood, placing his already erect dick at her entrance and grabbing her hips. He looked into her eyes, and she into his. A nod from her was all he needed, even as they were both panting, and he pushed into her as far as he could.

Kiran was amazed that nobody else heard just how she moaned, right then. Nevertheless, he continued, now thrusting into her at a regular pace. The force of his thrusts forced her to lay back on the table, letting her long green hair fall over the wood and over the edge. Her breasts bounced as he pushed into her, and her face was looking at his, with her mouth left open as she cried out with every push.

Kiran bent his body over, once more taking one of her breasts into his mouth as he thrusted. Her moans turned to squeals and yells, feeling pleasure from two different sources. The smooth wood of the table caused her sweat to pool under her, and she almost felt like she was sliding, though she was held in place by Kiran's hands on her hips, which were digging in and bringing her close.

When Kiran removed his mouth from her nipple, intending to go to her other breast, Lyn pulled herself up, sitting up on the table as Kiran pleasured her. Her arms went around him, and her head rested on his shoulder, still making the same noises as before. Kiran's breathing got heavier, and his movements harder.

"Kiran…" Lyn gasped into his ear, "I'm...I'm…." Lyn pressed her face into his next, moaning, as she reached orgasm, her juices spraying onto him. She hugged him tight, pressing their bodies together in ecstasy. Slowly he stopped, until his dick was resting inside of her, both of them panting heavily as they calmed down.

Lyn pulled her face away from his shoulder and to his lips again, kissing Kiran softly. Their lips melded together nicely, reserving their tongues from their liplock. With a soft smack, they disconnected, resting their foreheads together.

"Thank you, Kiran," Lyn breathed, "Thank you for this." Kiran smiled back, kissing her cheek.

"You know this doesn't have to be a one time thing, right?" He chuckled, thinking of the story he would tell Sharena later.

"That's good to hear," Lyn replied, laughing a little, "But for now, what was that about tactics? We seem to have caused a bit of a mess, and we have work to do."

Kiran sighed. It was true, then. A Summoner's work was never done.