Camila was fuming.

Of course, most people wouldn't probably wouldn't have noticed upon first glance. If there was one thing the princess was good at—aside from slaughtering her enemies and loving her siblings unconditionally—it was putting on a façade. All it took was a smile, a loving tone, perhaps a small sway of the hips, and most people wouldn't know the nohrian royal was angry until it was too late and their heads were rolling on the ground.

That being said, her family were not "most people".

"What's wrong Camila?"

"Hmmm?" The princess turned her head to see her precious little sister Elisa looking at her with concern, "oh my sweet Elise, nothing is wrong. How could anything be wrong when I have your adorable self here keeping me company?"

"Because you really want to kill someone right now, don't you?"

Camilla looked shocked, "Elise! Why would you say such a thing? The war with Anakos is over and we've made peace with Hoshido. What makes you think that I would I want to kill anyone right now?"

"Well it's just that your left cheek is twitching slightly, and that only happens when you really want to kill someone."

"...nothing gets past you, does it?"

"Come on Camilla, what's wrong? Why would you want to kill anyone right now? It's like you said, the war is over, and we won! Not only is Valla safe, but Corrin is going to be their queen! Wait, is that what's bothering you? That Corrin has to stay behind and won't be coming back with us to Nohr?"

"No. I mean yes, I am a little sad that my dear sweet Corrin won't be returning home with us, but she said that we could visit her anytime we pleased, and I intend to do just that. After all, Xander is more than capable of taking care of all the political goings in Nohr without my help."

"Then why are you so angry? We're on vacation Camilla! Look at this place!" The blonde princess gestured at the lovely, pristine beach they were currently in. The sun shone brightly over them against a clear blue sky, the ocean was so clear that they could see the sea life swimming under the surface, and there was just enough of a gentle breeze to ward off the intense heat, thus making it perfect to stay all day outside without worry. They were currently just a few minutes' walk away from the bungalows that they had rented out, with both the Hoshidian and the Nohrian families all in beach wear and enjoying themselves with various activities. Ryoma was helping Xander learn how to swim, Hinoka and Takumi were playing with a large beach ball, Leo was reading a book under the shade of some palm trees, and Corrin, Azura and Sakura were building a sandcastle.

"This place is beautiful! And we practically have the resort to ourselves for an entire week thanks to the Annas. Aren't you happy that we get to spend this time together?"

"Oh Elise, of course I'm happy to spend time with you." Camilla smiled while pinching her little sister's cheek endearingly, "if I could make this moment last forever, I would. It's almost perfect."

"Then what's the problem?"

"The problem is HE is still here." She seethed, turning towards the origin of her ire, who was currently relaxing a few feet away on a beach chair under the sun.

"Oh. Right."

"WHY is he still here Elise? The war is over. It has been over for over a month now. There is no reason for him to still be here, and yet here he is in our beach front vacation as if he were one of us. WHY IS ROBIN STILL HERE!?"

"C-Calm down Camilla. He might here you."

"Well then let him hear me! I want it to be on the record that I do not want him here!"

Oh trust me princess, I am well aware of that, the tactician thought to himself before tuning out the rest of Camilla's tantrum.

"That's not very nice sister, especially after everything he's done for us. It's only thanks to him that we were able to finally defeat Anakos; he literally helped Corrin land the finishing blow!"

"Corrin would have been able to do it on her own," Camilla snorted, "besides, that doesn't change the fact that he should not be here. He was only supposed to be under our employ until Anakos was slain. We are now well past that point, so there is no reason for us to keep associating with him, much less bring him along what should have been a family vacation."

"It's not like Robin forced himself onto our vacation plans. Corrin insisted on inviting him as a thank you gift for helping us. I'm sure Robin wants to go back to his own home now that the war is over, but Leo still hasn't found how."

"Well he should try harder because he's taking too long!"

"I'm doing the best I can."

They turned around to see Leo standing behind them, the hood from his cloak raised to block out as much as the sun as he could until he got under their umbrella. Once there, he removed the hood and began applying more anti sun lotion on himself.

"Look, I want Robin gone just as much as you do, but that doesn't change the fact that even I have limits. I know that I tend to make magic manipulation seem like an easy endeavor, but interdimensional portals are a challenge for even someone like myself. Do you have any idea how many alternate dimensions there are besides our own? Well whatever number you're thinking of, it's too low because, as it turns out, there's an infinite amount of them; and I have to find the one he came from in order to send him back. Even with my scrying orb constantly searching every waking moment, without specific coordinates to pinpoint its location it could take a while."

"Why are we even putting this much effort in helping him? Just have him cross the dimensional doorway and let him figure out the rest himself. He's resourceful, I'm sure he'll manage."

"Sure, I could do that; and when Corrin asks me if her new friend was sent home safely, I'll direct her to you so that you can try and lie to her face and suffer her anger and feelings of betrayal when she inevitably discovers the truth," he said simply.

"Camilla! How could you suggest something like that!" Elise gasped, "after everything Robin did for us you want to break our promise to him and not help him get back home? You're not...you're not going to actually going to do that, are you?" She asked, her lower lip trembling.

Camila shot Leo a look, who simply shrugged before heading back to his reading spot under the palm trees.

Sighing, she gently pulled Elise into a hug, patting her head lovingly, "no, no, of course not dear. I'm just...I'm just very frustrated. It has been a very long year for all of us, and I just want everything to go back to normal so that we can be a happy family again."

"But what does Robin have to do with that?" Elise pulled away slightly and looked up to her sister, "I want us to be a happy family too, but that doesn't mean I want Robin gone. True, he's not part of our family, but he's never done anything bad to us; he doesn't even interact with us that much unless we talk to him first. So why do you want him gone so bad?"

"I...well..." Camilla bit the inside of her cheek.

"Why do you hate Robin so much?"

"It's...hard to explain dear. When you're older I'm sure that you'll understand."

Truth be told, it wasn't hard to explain at all. She simply didn't trust the man. Not in the sense that he was secretly an enemy spy that would back stab them the first chance he got; there had been plenty of times when he could have turned the tides against them and side with Anakos, so, at the very least, in that regard at least he had proven that he was trustworthy.

No, the reason she didn't trust him was because she knew—she simple KNEW—that he was lusting over her sweet, sweet Corrin, simply waiting for the opportunity to pounce and take her maiden virtue.

You may have fooled everyone else, but you can't fool me you vile fiend. She growled mentally, her eyes glued to the man in question, my dear Corrin is pure and innocent, and I will NOT let you taint her.

She knew his type, having encountered many like him before while she grew up in the courts of Nohr: people who pretended to be nothing but professional while secretly trying to ensnare their prey until it was too late for them to noticed. Oh she had plenty of experience with those. Men (and sometimes women) acting as her tutors, her instructors, and, worst of all, her friends trying to get close to her for less than savory reason; course anyone who got too close for her liking suddenly found themselves on the floor bleeding out from a knife to the jugular. Loathe as she was to give any credit to her mother, she did teach her how to spot and, more importantly deal, with such people.

Unfortunately, Corrin did not.

It was her fault really. She should have taught Corrin the same way her mother had taught her; but she could never bring herself to do that, because that would mean teaching Corrin how to use her womanly charms as her weapons. To accentuate her natural assets to seduce her foes into becoming her allies (or servants if needed). To become a sultry, seductive, and irresistible force of raw, sexual energy that could bring men and women alike to their knees with but a whisper if she so pleased; and she would rather eat hot nails than put her Corrin through that. No, Corrin was precious, pure, and wholesome. She was nothing like her, and as far as she was concerned that was a good thing.

And I intend for it to STAY that way. Anyone who tries to taint her will soon find their head rolling on the floor, regardless of who they may be or what services they provided for the royal family.

Her thoughts were suddenly interrupted when she saw Corrin walking up to the tactician, currently trying to read a book. She tried to talk to him, but he seemed more interested in whatever he was reading and simply waved her off without looking up. The princess got on her knees and grabbed his arm (Camilla could hear alarm bels ringing in her head) and started shaking the clearly annoyed man. Eventually, Robin sighed and closed his book and faced the princess, asking her something to which she enthusiastically nodded. Rubbing his temple, he got up and grabbed his bag and gestured Corrin to follow him.

Camilla was next to them before they could even take a step, "Corrin, sweaty, why don't you and I go and try some of that shaved ice that the Anna's were talking about?"

"Oh, no thanks; but we can have some lat—"

"Well why don't we go get something else to eat dear?" She grabbed the girl by the arm and tried to pull her away, "Maybe some skewered squid or some octopus balls the locals are constantly talking about? After all you are looking much to thin lately."

"T-That's fine, I'm not hung—"

"Or we could go and get some drinks, just the two of us! I hear they have these amazing fruit cocktails that are so sweet you can barely taste the alcohol. You'd like that right?" She smiled as her grip tightened on Corrin's arm.

"Camilla you're hurting me."

"You know, Lady Camilla, if you don't want Corrin to spend time with me you can just say so outright; after all, I'd find it less insulting—not to mention painful—that this attempt of you "subtly" trying to whisk her away."

"All right that's it." Camilla let go of her sister and walked right up to Robin.

"What is it with you and not understanding the concept of personal space?"

"You want me to be outright and blunt? Fine: I know you are up to something with my sweet Corrin. Did you think I didn't notice? All those times you were practically undressing her with your eyes, imagining running your hands up and down her delicate, pure body, salivating at all the depraved, sinful acts you probably fantasize about when you are alone at and night."

"CAMILLA!?" Corrin said as her face grew bright red while Robbin simply raised his eyebrow at her accusation.

"I'm not going to just stand here and watch as you drag my Corrin into some cave and then push her up against the wall as you rip off her clothes and then—"

"You seem to have put a considerable, and quite frankly disturbing, amount of thought into this," Robin interruptedly bluntly, "perhaps I'm not the one Corrin should be worried about having "sinful fantasies" about her in the middle of the night."

The princess eyes flared up at that comment and she suddenly found herself reaching towards the man's neck with the intention to strangle the life out of him once and for all.

"ALL RIGHT ENOUGH!" Corrin stepped in between the both of them, stopping Camilla dead in her tracks, "how many times do I have to say this: no fighting among friends!"

"He is not my friend!"

"Well he's MY friend, Camilla," Corrin crossed her arms, "and not only that, he is my, or rather OUR, honored guests, so I expect him to be treated as such."

"Sweetie I'm only trying to protect you. I know his type, and you can't let your guard down when he's around. He's just waiting for the right moment to pounce on you, figuratively and possibly even literally. Why else would he try to take you away from us to somewhere private?"

"I didn't try to do anything. Your sister was the one who came to me and asked for a moment of my time, which I only agreed to because she wouldn't leave me alone."

"Heeeey that's not nice," the dragon princess puffed her cheeks.

"Oh? And what could she possibly want from you that would require the two of you to be alone?"

"She wants me to teach her magic and she wants it done privately because she's is incredibly bad at it."

"Y-You don't need to say it like that..."

"Is that all? Honey why didn't you come to me then? I'm pretty well versed in offensive magic myself, and while my magical powers might not be on the same level as his—"

"That's an understatement."

"The point is," she said through gritted teeth, "that I'm sure I can teach you what I know in no time. Perhaps we can even have Leo help us polish your skills once you've mastered the basics. So what do you say? Let's make a day out of it!"

"No offense Camilla, but I think I'm going to stick with Robin this time."

"What?! But...but why?"

"It's nothing personal. I'm sure it would be fun it's just...well...the thing is..."

"You don't have enough knowledge on the general concepts of magic; and even if you did, you'd be a terrible teacher," Robin said deadpanned.

"Not helping Robin."

I swear to god I'm going to kill him! "Oh? And what makes you say that, Robin?"

"You are only proficient—and I am using that word generously here—with offensive anima magic. It's great when you want to turn someone into a pile of ash, but that's about it. It is useful, but only in a very specific and niche way. So, if Corrin wishes to learn how to heal someone instead of killing them, you'd suddenly find yourself in quite the conundrum. I, on the other hand, am proficient with all types of magic: anima, light and dark, offensive or defensive. In other words, not only can I teach Corrin all the basics of magic, but once we narrow down which type of magic would be the most apt for Corrin, I can still teach her just as easily regardless of which one it ends up being. However, that's not the main problem here. No, the main problem is that if you were to teach Corrin, she would progress at a snail's pace, if lucky."

"What?! How dare you?!"

"Corrin, catch." Robin pulled a tome from his bag and tossed it at the princess, "and try casting a basic wind spell, please."

Corrin opened the tome, focused on the spell, and extended her arm saying, "wind!"

A small green called whisp came out of her palm and floated about a foot away before disappearing.

"Very good Corrin!" Camilla clapped her hands and beamed at her little sister, "I always knew you were a natural! You'll have master anima magic in no time."

"That was awful. Your breathing is wrong, your stance is disrupting the flow of magic through your body, you're not holding your arm at a 90-degree angle with your torso, and, most importantly, you read the wrong passage. That's the elwind section, not the wind section."

"Oh..." she said, her ears dropping slightly.

"Apologize to Corrin, or else," Camilla growled.

"No. Harsh though it may have been, my reprimand actually pointed out all the mistakes she made so that she wont repeat them, unlike that coddling drivel that you were spewing."

"Well sorry to burst your bubble, but even if it may help some people learn faster I doubt Corrin appreciates being talked like that and would prefer a less frigid instructor. Isn't that right, Corrin?"

The princess scratched her head nervously.

"Corrin?"

"Sorry Camilla, but Robin is right. He may be harsher but I think his way of teaching is more effective for this."

"Oh...okay then. If you want Robin to be your teacher, that's fine. I'll just go grab some chairs and maybe some cold drinks for when you need a break and—"

"No," Corrin said firmly.

"C-Corrin?"

"I'm sorry sister, but I'm putting my foot down. I know you care about me and mean well, but I'm not going to be able to focus with you constantly interrupting and fussing over me. I'm already asking Robin for his help during our vacation time, I don't want this to drag any more than it should for his sake."

"Much appreciated."

Camilla seemed noticeably sullen by this, which did not go unnoticed by Corrin. She too her hand and patted it softly, "please don't be sad Camilla."

"How can I not be? Soon I won't even be able to see you anymore. I just...I just wanted to spend these last few days with you as much as possible before we have to go our separate ways."

"I promise you that once I'm done with Robin I'll spend the rest of the day with you and the others. I also want to enjoy this time we have together as much as I can; but I can't forget that I am now the queen of an entire nation, one that has suffered greatly and needs me to guide it and help it heal."

Camilla gave her a sad smile before pulling her in for a hug, "look at you. When did my baby sister grow up so fast?"

"I love you too, big sis." Corrin smiled and returned the hug. However, when she tried to pull away, she felt Camilla's grip around her tighten, "uuhhh, Camilla?"

"Shhhhh, just a little longer." Eventually, the nohrian princess let go of her sister, "all right, you can go now; and, if it's what you really want, then I shall refrain from interrupting your magic session. I give you my word."

"Really?"

Camilla nodded and extended her little finger, "remember this?"

Corrin smiled and did the same, locking their fingers together, "of course I do. Thank you, sis."

"Then it's promise. A pinky promise."

Robin snorted, "You sure you don't want to give her another hug, straighten her hair, maybe check to see if she has a fever—?"

"Let's go Mr. Smart aleck," Corrin pushed the tactician away before he started another row with Camilla.

...and if you think I'm just going to let the two of you go somewhere private, Mr. Tactician, then you clearly think I'm the biggest fool around.

Waiting until they were out of sight, Camilla then sprinted towards the direction where the two had them had disappeared to, eventually this took her a backshore separated by a wall of rocks broken off from the nearby hills. Crouching low, she slowly approached the rocks and then got her back against them, pausing for a moment. When nothing happened, she slowly turned around and pushed herself up until she was able to peek over the top over to the other side. Sure enough, Corrin and Robin were there, the tactician sitting on the sand observing the dragon princess reading a tome while muttering its contents under her breathe.

Let's see you drop your façade once you think no one is around keeping an eye on you, and once you do, you will wish you had left this plane the moment Anakos was dealt with.

"All right, one more time. Recite them in order and do the proper stances for each," Robin sighed leaning his head on his hand.

"Right. Let's see: wind! Elwind! Arcwin—!"

"Stop," Robin rubbed his temples and sighed, "you skipped archwind again."

"N-No I didn't! I was clearly going to say archwind before you interrupted me."

"Right, sure, and that's why you were employing the arcwind hand gestures."

"...yes."

"Okay, ten push ups."

"Oh come on!"

"Now it's twenty."

Camilla could feel her nails digging into the rock as she clenched her hands in anger.

"How is this helping me learn magic?" The princess whined as she got down and began pushing her body up and down from the ground.

"Every time you make a mistake, you have to complete a punishment that gets exponentially more annoying with each mistake. Eventually, you'll learn to avoid making said mistake in order to avoid the aforementioned punishment; that or you will develop well-toned arms. It's all up to you really."

As much as she hated to admit it, Camilla knew that Robin´s method had some reasoning behind it. After all, it was similar to the way her mother had taught her how to wield magic—albeit her punishments were less "annoying" and more on the "cruel" end. Not that she wanted Robin to whip Corrin's back every time she made a mistake (and if he did, she would have flayed him alive) but she couldn't help but wonder how effective the method could be with just pushups as punishment.

Unless...yes that's it! He must be trying to take advantage of that position in order to look down her chest. Oh that slime ball! Trying to peek on my sweet sister's hanging, heaving bosom with those lecherous eyes.

"Once you're done with those, we'll start from the top. Again," Robin yawned.

Corrin grumbled to herself as she finished her punishment. Getting up and dusting the dirt off of her, she opened the tome once more. She was about to start reading the incantations when she stopped.

"Something wrong?"

Corrin didn't answer, instead turning her head towards where Camilla was hiding (who fortunately ducked down before she was spotted).

"Corrin?"

"I think someone is spying on us."

"You don't say? I wonder who it could be?" Robin rolled his eyes as he got up, "maybe it's a certain overbearing princess who can't go two seconds without worrying if the sun is too bright for your delicate skin."

YOU MISERABLE LITTLE—!

"No, I don't think it's Camilla," Corrin said.

"And how would you know? Did you heightened your hearing and recognized her voice while she was cursing my name under her breathe? Or maybe your sense of smell and recognized almost suffocating cloud of perfume she regularly applies to herself?"

The purple haired princess suddenly felt a pit forming in her stomach. She had completely forgotten about Corrin's draconic senses and how she could heighten them beyond those of normal humans, meaning that it was usually impossible for even the most skilled assassin to catch her by surprise; and just like Robin said, all Corrin had to do was focus on one of her senses to discern her identity even before finding her hiding behind the rock wall.

"Don't need to, because I know it's not Camilla."

"Oh do tell."

"I asked her to not follow us and she promised that she wouldn't."

"Oh right, the two of you "pinky promised". I forgot that we lived in a world where apparently playground rules were taken seriously by people over the age of five."

"That's not the point! The whole pinky promise was just something we used to do as kids growing up, and I know it's not real. I only really did it to humor her because it's something that she really cherished between us and I don't want to take that away from her. More importantly, however, it's the spirit behind it that matters. She promised me that she wasn't going to bother us while we practiced magic. She SWORE to me; and I know my sister would not lie to my face like that."

Camilla suddenly felt a pang of guilt shoot through her body.

"Hate to burst your bubble but your sister seems like the kind of person who would definitely lie to your face if she thought it was for your own safety."

Corrin scowled at him, "you don't know Camilla."

"I beg to differ. She's is not as deep and mysterious as she and others think she is."

It took every ounce of willpower in the purple haired princess' body for her to not jump out from her hiding space and set the man on fire with her magic.

"Fine then, I'll PROVE that it's not Camilla watching us; and when I'm right, not only will you apologize to me, but you will also apologize to her for every mean and snarky comment you've made towards her."

"Okay then, but when I prove that it's your sister stalking us, this session is over, you leave me alone for the rest of the day, and you will let her know that it's entirely her fault and that I was right from the beginning."

"Fine."

"Fine."

Crap, crap, crap! Camilla scrambled to her feet and began running as fast as she could the opposite direction back to where the others were. Fortunately, she was actually quite athletic—despite what people thought—and had enough confidence in her speed to get away before Corrin came around the corner and saw her; or at the very least she hoped so, seeing how if she was spotted not only would she break Corrin's heart, but she would have to look at that man's smug face while admitting that he was right about her. Gods, she didn't even know which one was the worse option.

I´m sorry Corrin, but I have to leave you alone for now. Just promise me you'll be safe and keep that lecherous man far from your sweet innocence!

"...is she gone?"

"Yeah she bolted before I even took a step towards where she was hiding," Corrin giggled while tossing him his tome back, which he caught with ease.

"With that whole spiel with the pinky trust and how she would "never lie to your face" it's not hard to see why. You really laid it on so thick there that even I thought you were being serious."

"Look who's talking Mr. "let her know I was right from the beginning". I'm pretty sure THAT was what caused her to turn tail and run seeing how she would rather eat sand that admit that you were right about anything."

"You're probably right, seeing how she hates me and would probably want nothing more than to toss me through the portal and never see me again; fortunately, she's not the princess that I care about," he growled playfully as he reached down to give her thigh a quick squeeze.

She slapped his hand away, "not so fast."

He looked at her shock.

"If you think I'm just going to jump at command whenever you ask for it, then you're in for a rude awakening, mister."

"What th—you were the one who said they wanted to have a go now!"

"I did, and I do." Corrin bit her bottom lip and looked down, her face growing hot as she saw a bulge beginning to form in his trunks, "but that was before you said all those mean things to and about my sister. Did you honestly think I would just let that all slide?"

"Oh come now, I only said all of that in order to get her off our case," he scowled.

"And you expect me to believe that you didn't find any enjoyment in it all?" she glared at him.

He returned the glare for a minute before chuckling, "all right, fine. Perhaps I do enjoy riling up the one person who probably wouldn't even throw a bucket of piss on me if I was on fire just a little; but in my defense, she does antagonize me just as much, if not more so."

"Still, you went too far this time with some of those comments."

He sighed, "so what? You're just going to leave me hanging as punishment."

"Whoa, whoa, let's not get carried away now. It doesn't warrant that severe a punishment; and besides, I'm not cruel enough to leave to like this." Reaching down she pressed her hand against his hardening member (she felt a small chill run up her spine when it throbbed in response) and slowly stroked it over the ever-tightening fabric, "all I'm saying is that you're going to need to make it up to me some way or another."

"What do, nnggghh, you have in mind?" Robin said between labored breaths.

She grinned at him, "do you mind if I take a look inside your bag?"

"Even if I wanted to say no I don't think I'm in a any position to do so."

"Good boy." She gave him one last squeeze before rummaging inside his bag. She pulled out his sunscreen and began applying it to her arms, legs, and stomach while Robin watched impatiently.

"So is this my punishment? Making me wait while you slowly put on lotion? Because it's working."

"Oh hush," Corrin scowled. She then tossed the bottle at Robin before reaching up and beginning to untie her shoulder straps.

YES!

"All right, get to it," the princess said cheerily as she laid down on top of the towel when she finished untying the straps.

"...huh?"

"Well I can't reach back there, now can I?"

"But I thought we were going to, you know..."

"And we will, after you apply lotion on my back and we wait the appropriate amount of time for it to sink into my skin."

"But...but..."

"Robin, I will not budge on this. The longer you delay it, then the longer you'll have to wait; and if you keep pushing it, then I guess we'll just have to put it off until the next time we find the time to sneak away from Camilla."

"You wouldn't."

She smirked at him, "try me."

Robin gritted his teeth, "fine, princess. We'll do it your way."

Calm down Robin, she's just being coy. She's not going to actually cut you off cold turkey because of this. After all she wants it just as much as you do, he felt his rock hard cock throb, okay maybe not as much as you but still. Just play along.

He squirted some lotion on the princess' back before putting the bottle down and making sure to wipe out the sand on his palms, followed by him leaning down and pressing them against her.

"Ahhhhh," Corrin moaned as soon as his hands made contact, causing him to jump back. She turned her head and looked at him quizzically, "is something wrong?"

"I don't know, is there?"

"Come on Robin, it's nothing you haven't heard before right?"

"Riiiiight." Robin said, feeling like the dragon princess was hiding something.

"Then back to it." She turned her head back and laid it over her arms.

After a moment of hesitation, Robin placed his hands on her back, causing her to moan outload again.

"Oh yeah, right there," she purred, "that's just the way I like it."

Oh you cheeky girl, the tactician growled as he felt his manhood get even harder, so that's how it's going to be. Fine, keep moaning. I may he hard as a rock, but I'm not THAT despe—

"Oooooh Robin, you're so rough." Corrin began squirming under his touch, especially her hips.

The poor tactician clenched his jaw so hard that he swore he felt some of his teeth crack; though that was nothing compared to the twang of "pain" he was feeling in his crotch with every passing moment.

Gods damn it, I can't let her play me like this! Time to tip the scales to my favor.

Grinning cheekily, the tactician began to slowly move his hands to Corrin's sides, only to then quickly press his fingers slightly harder into her body, causing her to jolt up.

"Oh? Is something wrong Corrin?" He asked with feign innocence.

"N-No. Everything's fine..."

Robin simply smiled as continued to slowly rub and caress her sides, every now and then applying a little more pressure in the spots where he knew through experience that the dragon princess was ever so sensitive, causing her to tense up and squirm (for real) every time he did.

T-That b-bastard, Corrin gripped he towel tightly as he felt another shock run through her body, I'm suppose to be making him squirm, not the other way around! Well, if that's how he wants to play, then let's turn up the heat.

She waited for the moment when the white haired tactican pressed her sides again and when he did, she let out a fake(ish) gasp before arching her back and pressing her rear right up against his groin.

"Hmmmggh?!" He tensed up.

"Oh I'm sorry Robin." She turned to give him the most "innocent" look she could muster, "it just felt so good, and I'm so sensitive there, that my body just couldn't help itself," she purred while wagging her rear side to side, causing his cock to throb even more.

Robin smiled through clenched teeth, "don't worry. It's my fault really."

Corrin smiled back and turned her head back onto the towel, making sure to press and rub her backside against him, every time the tactician tried to get too "handsy" again, to the point where it was actually starting to cause it to become painful.

Oh you sneaky lizard, he snarled internally when the princess clenched his stiff rod between her cheeks, you want to play like that?!

He then began to untie and slowly pull off her lower bathing suit, which did not go unnoticed by Corrin.

"Hey mister, I did not say we were starting that," she growled.

"Oh I know, and I have no intention of doing anything without your permission first," he replied while putting some more lotion on his hands, "I simply thought you wouldn't want any tan lines down here either. After all, that is what this is all about, and not some sort of petty play to torment me, no?"

"Yeeeahhhh, that's right." The princess knew that he was planning something, but didn't want to admit that she was just toying with him, "fine, you may continuuuuuuh!"

The tactician suddenly placed his hands on both her cheeks, the force resulting in a loud slap and causing them to jiggle even more. Before she could say anything, he began to rub and grope her rear in circular motions, pulling the soft mounds apart and then pushing them back together over and over.

"Hnnnngh!"

"Oh I'm sorry, am I being too rough?" He grinned while squeezing them even harder, "it's just that it's so big and firm that I have to squeeze just a little more. After all, this lotion is soooo slippery and I have to make sure I have a TIGHT grip."

"Mhm!" She nodded while biting down on the towel.

"It's just that there is so much stress here," he began to quickly strike her thighs with the sides of his hands, "and here," he grabbed her feet and began pressing his thumbs up and down her soles, "but mostly HERE," he reached up again and slapped her rear again, enjoying the view of the soft mounds jiggling against each other.

How do you like it now princess? He laughed internally while watching Corrin writhe and squirm under him (for real this time), I made be harder than steel, but you're much more sensitive than I am, and I KNOW all your weak spots; and I can do this for as long as you want to keep playing this game. So if you want this to end, you're going to have to say that—

The tactician's thoughts were suddenly interrupted when a long, silver tail sprung out from the princess' lower back; before he could react, it shot towards him and wrapped around his neck, yanking him forward and planting his face squarely between her cheeks.

"MMMMPH!" The tactician reached up and slapped the soft, mounds repeatedly in order to get her attention, the supply mounds jiggling against his face with each hit.

"Haaaa….haaaaa," Corrin panted, her body shivering with each strike and her tail tightening its grip on Robin while pushing his face further in, hoping that he would get the message.

Guess we're done with fooling around. Fine by me!

Grabbing her rear tightly, he moved his face down until he found what he was looking for: the dragon girl's quivering snatch. Pulling her even closer, he pressed his lips against the organ and pushed his tongue like a deep, passionate kiss.

Oh my goooooods… The silver haired girl bit her lower lip as she felt his tongue drag around her outer lips, every now and then teasing her inner folds but never pushing into them. She let out a small squeak when she felt him latch on to her sensitive clit and alternated between nibbing and sucking on it. Digging her hands into the towel, she pushed her rear even more against Robin while still holding him down with her tail.

Robin, meanwhile, found himself in quite the predicament. Between his face being pressed and his neck being constricted by her tail, he was beginning to feel his air supply dwindle. As much as he enjoyed the taste of Corrin's muff, he would prefer if the cause of his death wasn't cunnilungus suffocation (through granted he could think of worse ways to die).

Knowing that he didn't have much time left, he quickly turned his body around, his back on the ground and allowing him move his head between her thighs and being able to reach around and grab her rear once more; he then latched on the princess' sensitive nub and plunged his tongue into her dripping folds. He felt Corrin stiffen, but he paid no attention to it as he continued to suck on her clit and frantically move his tongue within her soft insides, savoring the sweet juices inside. He could hear the dragon girl panting and moaning, the man's skillful tongue play pushing closer and closer to her release until—

"HYYYAAAAAAH!" She threw her head back and arched her back as her thighs and tail gripped Robin's head so tight he felt his air flow being cut off immediately, thought he barely noticed as Corrin's quim began pouring into his mouth. When the princess felt herself coming down from her peak, her body plopped down onto the towel and her grip on the white haired man relaxed, to which he immediately moved his head from under her and began gasping for air.

"Bloody…hell…woman," he coughed and gasped while whipping his mouth with the back of his hand, "I know you were toying with me for being a jerk towards your sister, but did you almost have to kill me to get your point across?"

"Mhm." Was all the princess said, her mind still in a blissful haze.

I swear this girl will be the end of me, one way or another, Robin thought to himself as he sat down on the sand.

After a few minutes to catch her breath, the princess turned her head back to face him, "so, shall we finish?"

"Easy there princess, I'm going to need a minute."

"Aw come on Robin. I'm ready to go now," she pouted.

"Well that sounds like a you problem. Maybe you shouldn't have been trying to get me hot and bothered as payback. Maybe I'm not in the mood anym—GUH!"

The princess moved her tail down his trousers and wrapped it around his still stiff member, cutting him off as he felt it throb in response.

"Somehow I doubt that," she grinned.

"...fine. Raise it."

Letting go of him, the princess got on her hands and knees and shook her rear invitingly towards the tactician (not that he needed any more convincing). Holding it in place with one hand—and giving it another squeeze for good measure—he used his other hand to guide it to her still dripping entrance, rubbing it a few times before sliding it in with little resistance.

"Haaaaah." Corrin shuddered as she felt him slowly push deeper and deeper until he was fully hilted. She heard him groan behind her before he started to thrust and pull, his stiff member going in and out as he slowly got into the rhythm. She proceeded to "help" him by pushing back her rear when he pulled her back towards him, and made sure to press and grind it against him every time he was fully sheathed.

Robin then leaned forward and reached down and grabbed her breasts, kneeding them roughly causing her to gasp and whine.

"Look at you; you really are a naughty princess," he growled into her ear playfully and he continued to toy with her breast and thrust into her twat, "I don't know what Camilla sees in you to think that you are this meek and innocent little girl, while you're on your hands and knees practically begging to be plowed like a common whore. What would your family think if they saw you in such sorry state? What would your people think?"

"Noooooo," Corrin panted and Robin continued to tease her with his dirty talk.

"But don't worry, I'll never do that. I don't want anyone but me to see you like this. Because," he suddenly pulled her upp, causing her to yelp in surprise, "you are mine."

"Yes…YES!" Corrin yelled as she felt herself reach her peak, "YEEEESS!"

Phew, for a second there I thought I went to far with the dirty tal—oh crap!

Feeling his own imminent release, Robin pulled himself so fast that he actually fell back first onto the ground before shooting out into the air, most of it falling on the sand but some of it reaching the princess' legs. Fortunately, the princess was still in a blissful haze that she didn't even notice.

After a few minutes panting on the ground, Robin pushed himself up, "well…I'd say that was worth all that theater we put on earlier."

"Yeah," Corrin looked back and simply smiled.

"You may want to clean up before we head back though," he said as he himself wiped his manhood with his hand.

"What? Oh come on," Corrin grumbled as she finally noticed the mess on her legs.

"Hey it's either that or risking you getting pregnant and me getting subsequently killed."

"Still, do you have to make such a mess every time?" she scowled while grabbing the towel and using it to clean herself off, "I feel like I'm always getting the short end of the stick when it comes to clean up."

Robin rolled his eyes as he pulled up his trunks, "I say we take a quick dip into the water to wash off just to be safe."

"Skinny dipping?" Corrin wiggled her eyebrows.

"Temping, but no. We've already been gone for enough time, and we risk arousing suspicion and having someone—most likely your crazy sister—come check on us."

"Hey, what did I say about being nice to Camilla?"

"I mean the fact you know who I was talking about without me saying her name kind of proves my point…"

Corrin narrowed her eyes.

"All right, all right, point retracted. Now let's hurry this up before we get caught by your perfectly normal sister and I spend the rest of this vacation (and my life) hiding from her."

Robin stood alone at the edge of the bungalow, looking out into the vast ocean. The sun was beginning to set, giving the sky a beautiful orange tint as the reddish purple clouds rolled slowly over the almost translucent waters. The tactician leaned on the railing, watching over the horizon while lost in thought.

"There you are."

"Hmmm?" He turned to see the dragon princess standing behind him.

"I've been looking all over for you. Come on, dinner is about to start." She hooked her arm around his, "one of the Anna's told me that there's going to be a show with dancers and fire breath—"

"It's fine, I'm not very hungry right now. You go on ahead, I'll probably go later."

"What? But the show is about that start. You're going to miss it!"

"Not really the end of the world for me. I'm more interested in the "dinner" rather than the "show" part to be completely honest."

"Oh come on Robin, don't be like that. Come and have dinner with us. It will be fun!"

"Corrin, let's be honest here: you're the only person in your family that actually wants me there."

Corrin looked up at him, "well it wouldn't kill you to try and get along with them more you know."

"True, but at the same time that's proven to be an endeavor that requires more effort than I'm willing to put into. They don't like me for various reasons, some of them my fault I'll admit, and that doesn't really bother me. It's not like I'm going to be remaining under their employ in the near future, or even keep contact other than maybe as political allies once I go back home."

"…why do you always do that?"

"I'm sorry?"

"Why are you always thinking about leaving? I know you miss your home and your friends, but you act like almost everything here is awful and you hate it. I don't know if it's true or not, but it always feels like you're waiting for the first chance you get to just leave and not look back. Is this place really that awful? Are we that awful?"

Robin blinked, "I didn't…I wasn't trying to imply any of that. I can't help it though; I'm a tactician, thinking about the future and planning ahead is what I do."

"Then stop being a tactician and just be you."

"…I can't do that."

"What? Of course you ca—"

"No, I can't. It's not that easy for me," he interrupted pulling away from her and turning back towards the water, "I don't want to be rude, but you cant understand what it's like to one day wake up to know nothing about who you were. I had nothing, no memories of my past, and no sense of who I was. It…it was terrifying. For a while I felt so alone, so empty; but the Shepherds saved me, they took me in and relied on me to help them. I was their friend, their tactician. For three years I helped them through thick and thin making sure that everyone was alive and well. That's what I did…that's all I did. That's the closest thing I ever developed as a personality; it wasn't much, but it was mine, it was something I could hold on to and say 'this is me, this is who I am'. Without that, I have nothing else."

Corrin didn't say anything at first. After a some time, she slipped her hand under his and gripped it tightly, "That's not true."

Robin turned to face her again.

"You are a great tactician, nobody can deny that. It's thanks to you that we are here today and Anakos hasn't destroyed our world. But there's so much more to you than just being a tactician. Like how you enjoy salty foods over sweets, and your favorite meal is liver and eel pie. You refuse to bend the corner of your books to mark your page, and instead use blades of grass to mark your place. You prefer tea over coffee, with your favorite being chamomile with a hint of lemon."

She walked closer to him, putting her hand under his and gripping it tightly, "I'm not saying that you should forget about your home and never go back, but I am saying that you are wrong when you say that there's nothing to you but tactics. There is so much more to you…I should know." She looked up and smiled at him, "because there's so much that I like about you."

"…Corrin…I…"

Her eyes suddenly perked up, "someone's coming." She quickly let go of his hand and pushed him away, causing him to stumble a bit before grabbing onto the railing for support. He quickly composed himself and turned back to facing the ocean just as he heard footsteps turning around the corner.

"Oh there you are Robin!" Corrin said loudly while grabbing his arm, "I was just looking for you. Come on, it's dinner time."

"Not now princess," he scowled playing along with her bit, "I'm trying to enjoy some peace and quite."

"Ahem."

They both turned around to see Camilla and Leo watching them, the princess clearly not pleased with how close the two were currently.

"Pardon the intrusion, but we would like a word with you Robin," Leo said calmly.

"What is it with you royals constantly hogging my free time?" He shook off Corrin's (weak) grasp on his arm, "look, whatever you have to say to me, I'm sure it can wait until morning."

"Trust me, this is something that you'll want to hear immediately."

"Oooh let me tell him Leo," Camilla said, her demeanor changing to one of giddiness, "I want to see the look on his face first hand when I give him the news."

The blonde prince rolled his eyes, "fine, if you insist. Makes no difference to me."

"Thank you dear," she beamed at him while patting his head. Turning back to the suspicious tactician, she gave him a mischievous grin, causing him to feel even more worried.

"We found a way to send you back home."

Author's note: I know it's been a while.

I'm not going to bore you with excuses and explanations. It basically boils down to "real life stuff getting in the way." And unfortunately it doesn't seem to be changing any time soon.

Anyway, I do have a few "announcements" if you will.

1) I dont know when the next chapter is coming out. I also don't know when anything else will be coming out. I'm saying this because I dont think its fair for me to leave people hanging for something that may or may not come out.

2) I'm moving to Archive of our Own. The main reasons being that the ads here are migraine inducing (especially on mobile) and AO3's tags feature will probably make it much clearer what my works contain and I'll get less messages complaining about my works with "darker" themes. Also, I may be doing more "original" fics (aka fics based on original characters instead of established ones) but that's a long shot. Anyway, this account will stay, but I'll be copying everything here to AO3 and once that's done I'll be posting exclusively there. You can find me under "SmutPeddler" but right now there's nothing there.