A/N: Remember you can always find me and see even more of my content, and see it earlier than anywhere else, over by a certain site that rhymes with Rate On, or a site known for its rather questionable questing practices, under the same name~
When it comes down to learning the art of war, the science of combat and the essence of battle, there are many avenues and means to go about obtaining as much knowledge as possible. Strategy and tactics were important concepts that had been studied and refined by many a genius, for many years, and in many different ways.
Soaking everything that you could potentially learn from the work of others was very important, for any aspiring strategist. Not just treatises and papers that detailed the logic and thought behind each and every step that was taken, but also records and analysis of reality, of battles past, not just of others but of one's own.
For anyone who would aspire to lead others in battle, it was imperative to dedicate oneself to learning and self improvement.
Such was a lesson Robin wished to impart on his daughter Morgan, among many others. He offered her a smile, as he advanced the cavalry piece forward, with the Pegasus knight piece within range.
Morgan grit her teeth, as she looked over the battlefield, a fictionalized map that was a mishmash of other maps, made by Robin for the purpose of this very exercise, a mix of battlefields he and Chrom had found triumph in.
Morgan seemed to be at a loss, as her forces were continuously forced to retreat, to lose position after position, without a chance to strike back. Her losses mounted, and she couldn't help but wince every time a turn passed and she was forced into more and more of a defensive hole, that she was starting to be unable to see a method to climb out of.
In the end, it all came down to a simple move – one that she should have seen coming, but didn't, and it incensed her to the end. A pincer attack, that left her vulnerable backlines exposed to being flanked.
"And that would be it," Robin said, as he calculated the losses each army would face, and the impossibility of retreat due to aerial support from the Pegasi. Even if the Cavalry couldn't move well through the woods, the infantry would flush out Morgan's remaining forces into the open.
"Aagh, father!" Morgan growled, frustrated. "You must be cheating! No, I know you're cheating!"
Robin gave her a placid, friendly smile. "Oh, I am," he said. "I've been cheating since we started playing, actually."
"Don't deny- buwha," Morgan blinked. "Wait, you're actually cheating?" she asked.
"Plentifully," Robin said, chuckling. "I distracted you by talking and moved pieces in the board," he said, demonstrating with a quick movement. "I also dropped pieces like this," he said, showing her how he 'accidentally' knocked a piece off of the board, and then when he put it back, he put down two instead. "And when you were busy focusing on a single portion of the map," he continued, "I removed pieces from places you weren't paying attention to," he said, going into one of his pockets and then pulling out several of her infantry and archer pieces, returning them to her.
"Y-You, you-" she blinked. "You cheated?" she repeated. "How- this is unfair! You can't just- just cheat like that!"
"I want you to learn something from this Morgan," Robin said with a sigh. "There is no such thing as cheating in combat," he said. "War games are limited by their very nature," he explained. "These pieces- they act upon our commands with neither protest nor flaw, they execute the orders we give them immediately and accurately. There is no time wasted delivering a message to a squadron or unit far away, there is no distortion created by inefficient communication, and more importantly, there is no interpretation either."
Morgan nodded. "I know that, this is- this is mostly just an exercise to keep the mind sharp."
Robin nodded. "But it is also limited in other ways. Units will not act of their own initiative, the turn based structure also limits the available tactics, and there is no morale to manipulate and break. While you held on for as long as you did, your army's morale would've broken long before we reached this point, and they would have routed and been easily dispatched. Armies are only as strong as their weakest link, and as soon as they begin breaking…"
Neither of the two needed a visual representation of chain links going all over the place to get an idea of what Robin meant.
"When it comes down to it, your most valuable resources will be your friends, your family – your soldiers. And there is no shame in cheating, lying and overall playing dirty, if it means keeping them safe and protected."
Morgan nodded, and they shared a solemn moment of silence, thinking of the deadly danger they'd been in, the troubles they'd faced, and the people who had been with them along the way, including some that were now gone.
It was only then that both of them realized that the sun had actually started to go down. Getting free time was a blessing, and they'd spent most of it hanging about here, in a quiet clearing, where none would bother them. Fortunately a kind soul or two had ensured that Robin would have some time to bond with Morgan.
Rarely if ever did Robin ever have a minute to actually speak with his daughter, or even his wife for that matter, and Chrom had more or less made a habit of forcing Robin to take breaks and time off.
Fortunately, Morgan seemed to enjoy herself quite a bit, simply discussing tactics and learning from her father. Robin himself thought she might just be learning a little bit too fast, for his sake. He was starting to have to pull out the big guns and brush up on his tactics, and he was only barely keeping ahead.
"I could've beaten you this time if you hadn't cheated," Morgan said with a pout. "Are you that afraid to lose, father?"
"Nothing would make me more proud than you beating me," Robin said, calmly and clearly, not even a hint of falsehood in his voice or face.
Morgan's cheeks were dusted pink at the unashamed declaration. "You're just flattering me so I don't get mad," she said.
Robin chuckled. "All is fair in love and war," he said, as he began to gather the pieces. The folding table could be carried rather easily, and the game itself had a carrier case as well.
"Well, I declare, this is war!" Morgan shouted, as she leaped over the table and assaulted Robin, her hands trying to find places where her father's thick outer clothing wasn't quite as defensive as it appeared. Fortunately, she cleared the table entirely and so only knocked Robin and the folding stool to the ground, and her hands began trying to find a weakness.
However, she found no luck – her father was not ticklish.
On the other hand, Morgan?
She began uncontrollably laughing as her father's skilled and well-practiced fingers began to find all of her weak spots. She could not continue her assault, searching as she might, as she didn't find any vulnerable spots, whereas hers were getting exploited all over the place.
Robin didn't let up as she relented, however, his arms, longer and bigger than hers, easily manipulating her slim body and forcing her into a vulnerable position, pinned against the ground, her back on grass. "You're still too green!" he shouted, as a war cry, as he redoubled his assault. "Give up!"
Morgan tried to keep herself in control, and then strongly threw her body weight, as well as she could with what little leverage she had, to try to dislodge her father, but only succeeded in forcing him to roll over in the grass, switching their positions.
"That's right," she crowed, "this is where you belong!" she said, as she sat up, straddling his stomach, and pointing down at him from above, her finger booping his nose. "Accept your defeat!"
Robin laughed. "You're still vulnerable!" he said, as his hands suddenly moved, blurs of movement reaching under her arms and tickling at her armpits, causing her to yelp, and attempt to remove herself from that situation.
As she tried to leap to her feet, however, she slipped on the damp grass, and fell back down.
Robin howled in pain, screaming in manly agony as she landed full force, with all her body weight, ass first on his crotch.
"Father!" Morgan shouted. "Are you okay!? What's wrong!?"
Robin tried to force himself not to let the tears of agony leak, but it was really difficult considering she was still applying pressure and the air had been driven out of his lungs by his scream, he couldn't quite speak.
"Are you choking!?" Morgan shouted, panic beginning to settle into her features. "Oh no no no, what to do, what was the first aid procedure, think, Morgan, think!" she shouted, scrambling to figure out what to do.
Robin wanted to tell her that it would all be okay if she just as much as just stood up and let him catch his breath, and stop panicking and moving and putting even more weight and pressure into his much abused parts, but it was no use, every movement she made sent another jolt of pain that caused him to be unable to control his breathing.
Finally, it seemed like Morgan had an idea brighten up her head, as she took a deep breath, pinched Robin's nose shut, and planted her lips on his, blowing the air into his throat.
Naturally, instead of the desired effect, this immediately caused Robin to choke and forced him to cough and gag as soon as she removed her face from his.
"Oh no, I think I made it worse!" Morgan shouted, panicky.
Robin was starting to hate the fact that his daughter's soft butt was actually starting to feel good, now that she was no longer pushing all of its weight on him. His pain was passing, though he was still reeling from her failed CPR attempt, and now only the warmth and softness of her body on his was remaining.
Fortunately, he began to recover his breath soon.
Unfortunately, Morgan seemed to not have gotten the idea that she was doing it wrong, because as soon as she noticed her father was breathing again, she once again came down for another lip lock, still incorrect, and this time blew softer.
It was still problematic, and Robin himself was starting to panic as his daughter seemed to not understand the situation at all.
He couldn't quite push her off of him, his arms, he now realized, were pinned under her legs, and he didn't have much strength currently.
So he did the only thing he could, the same thing he did whenever someone tried to prevent him from saying something by sticking their hands over his mouth – his tongue darted out and licked at her mouth, getting some of her lip and even coming into contact with her tongue.
Morgan almost immediately pulled back, flinching and taking both hands to her mouth, face red like a tomato. "That's disgusting!" she nearly shouted. "Father!" she shouted.
Robin was simply gasping for breath. "I thought I was gonna die," he said, "I've literally fought in life and death battles less dangerous than this," he muttered.
And he didn't mean the fact that she had nearly choked him out, no. What was truly dangerous was her position, straddling his hips now as she pulled back, the feeling of her round and soft butt cheeks on him so much stronger now that his dick was going erect, both due to the near death experience as well as the tight female body atop him.
Morgan blinked, looking a bit surprised. "F-Father… do- do you have a knife on you?" she muttered.
Robin grimaced, saying nothing.
"That's… that's not a knife," Morgan said, as she shifted slightly forward, her ass cheek dragging deliciously against the length of meat now running down one of Robin's pant legs.
Morgan's hand found its way down, behind her, tapping its way up Robin's leg until she found what she was looking for, her soft, small hand feeling almost cold through the fabric of his pants. "F-Father… what's… what's this?" she asked.
Feeling more than a little bit awkward, Robin continued to say nothing, utilizing all of his tactical prowess and the entirety of his brain's processing power dedicating itself to the sole task of trying to figure out a way to get out of this one with his junior intact.
Morgan then shifted again a little, again dragging her ass against his flesh. "F-Father… is… is this your penis?" she asked, rubbing against it.
"Yes," Robin finally said. "That's my penis, Morgan."
"A-Ah…" she muttered. "It's… it's so big and hot," she muttered, as she continued shifting slightly. "Father… I feel weird," she said, now moving more overtly. "This feels strange."
Robin's meat throbbed.
"Ah! It jumped!" she shouted. "Father- it jumped!"
Robin's entire body shuddered in disgust at itself, as he delighted in hearing her voice of surprise and interest, at the feeling of his penis rubbing against her.
"Does… does this mean you think I'm attractive?" she asked.
Oh boy. How to get out of this one? He couldn't tell his daughter, to his face, that he didn't think she was attractive at all! Not only would it simply be a lie, for he considered his daughter to be the prettiest girl in the world, and with a bright mind and problem solver personality that appealed to him on a basic, intrinsic level, but also because it would make her sad and Robin was not about to do anything he thought would make her sad.
"You're a very pretty girl," Robin tried.
"But do you think I'm sexually attractive?" Morgan asked, her voice curious and tinged with something else. Something more primal. Something that Robin hated, because it went straight from his brain to his parts, and it tingled deliciously. "Father… I know you would think I'm the prettiest girl in the world no matter what… but… but…"
She looked him in the eyes, and their stares locked. There was something there that was vulnerable, that was begging for him to be truthful and honest. That was forcing him to be there, locked in place, unable to respond.
"Father… am I sexy?"
And truth be told, Robin couldn't bring himself to lie, then.
"Yes," he said, finally.
"That's… it makes me happy," Morgan said. "I've… I've always been jealous," she said. "Jealous of mom, jealous of all those women who think they've got a chance with you," she said, eyes closed.
Robin frowned. There was more than just-
His train of thought was interrupted when Morgan's lips connected with his, once again. "Father… father," she began, voice trembling as she looked down at him with eyes full of tears. "Father!"
Her lips came down upon his, once again, and then again and again, sharing kiss after kiss after kiss, each full of love, affection and deep seated desire.
"Father…" she muttered. "I'm so glad," she said. "I'm so glad you don't think I'm disgusting," she said. "I've- I've always," she muttered, shaking her head. "I've always thought I was disgusting," she admitted. "That this dirty feeling wasn't right, that- that-"
She looked to the side.
"But it's right, it feels so right," she said.
"Morgan…" Robin responded, frowning. "This- we're, we're family, we can't…"
"Who says so?" she protested. "Who's… who's going to-"
"What about your mother?" Robin tried, an earnest, last ditch effort to try not to give in to both of their bodies' urges. A last chain to cling onto sanity with.
Morgan didn't seem to care much, if at all, about that, as she tossed her cloak off, revealing her usual outfit, one that didn't do much in the way of covering her form. Had she always looked like that, Robin mused? Had she always been a woman, rather than just a little girl?
"Father…" she muttered. "Don't look at me like that… don't look at me like a lost little girl… Just… just for today," she said, eyes closed, hands close to her chest, and it looked almost like she was looking for something to clutch. "Please, today, look at me as the woman I am!"
"Morgan, I-" Robin sighed. His hands reached for her shoulders, and he pressed her body against his, forcing her into position so they could mash their lips against each other's, this kiss long and sensuous, as he taught her combat in a battlefield she had never fought in before, fighting a war of tongues.
One of his hands went to hold her bottom, slipping under her dress and caressing the meat under it, protected only by a thin layer of cotton. Practical panties, nothing sexy, but if anything, it made the entire situation all the naughtier.
Her hands explored his body as his explored hers, working to remove the many layers of Robin's clothing, even as he caressed her ass and rubbed at her back, their kiss only growing more and more intense as they both found the other's body arousing and enticing.
Truly, compatibility the likes of which could not be imagined, as their bodies melded into each other through their kiss.
Finally, however, Robin's cock protested too much, and he couldn't bear it for much longer.
"Morgan…" Robin muttered.
She yelped in protest as he rolled forcibly, causing her to let out a loud huff, now pinned between the ground and his body. She was laying between a rock and a hard dick, and she giggled a little to herself, nerves and the absurdity of the situation getting to her.
"Morgan, you're so beautiful," he moaned, kissing her desperately and lustfully.
"Father, I love you," she said. "I've- I've always, more than a daughter, as a woman, I- ever since," she moaned, "please, father!"
Every time she called him that, a naughty feeling went down his spine.
Robin tossed the clothes that Morgan had mostly worked off of him already to the side, following with his shirt, leaving him naked from the waist up. He shook a little.
Morgan looked up at him, eyes half lidded as her gaze was hooded with lust. Her hands roamed his body, even stopping to caress and tweak his nipples.
Robin growled, as the little minx seemed to regain some of that spirit of hers, as she pinched his nipple. His lips came down to where her neck met her shoulder, and he sucked, hard, while biting down at the same time, marking her. She screamed in a combination of surprise, pleasure and an inkling of pain, but she squirmed pleasantly under him, clinging to his body.
"Father… dad…" Morgan moaned. "I want it… I want you," she said. "I want you to become one with me, like you did with mother," she said.
Robin growled. "Is that what you want? Are you sure?" he asked. "If- if we don't, if we don't stop now, there's no going back," he warned. "Are you sure this is what you want, Morgan?"
Morgan looked up at him, a loving, pleased smile on her face. "Daddy…" she muttered, nodding, "there's nothing in the world that I want more than this."
Robin sighed.
They shared one final kiss together, before what was about to come.
Robin nodded. "Then… I will make you my woman, tonight," he said.
Morgan nodded. Robin pulled himself back, standing on his feet, as he set about undoing his belt, and removing his pants.
Morgan sat up, then gave him a cheeky grin, before turning around, adopting a pose well familiar to Robin by this point. Her cheek touched grass, as she went on all fours, ass up in the air, resting her weight on her knees, looking up and behind at her father. "This is what you like, isn't it daddy?" she asked, shaking her ass for her father, an ass covered only by her panties, as her minidress rode up.
Robin gulped. This was it. Morgan could not make her enthusiasm for this any more clear. But could he? Could he cross that line? Could he toss away all notions of decency and propriety, of loyalty and fidelity, for this?
"Please, daddy!" Morgan's needy, lustful voice called.
Yes.
Robin could, and would, discard all of that useless drivel because his daughter needed her daddy, and he needed that tight, impossibly good looking bum.
Robin's hands moved like lightning, and her panties were off in a flash, so fast that some might expect the crack of thunder. Her meaty ass stood out from the scenery, round, perfectly shaped, framed by her hiked up dress. Robin could not believe that such an impossibly delicious looking behind had been with him, had been produced by him.
But he could believe it was there, and he could believe it was for him, right then and there, to devour and consume and sample and taste and eat and devour, and so he did, desperation, lust and desire overpowering all thought and reason.
Morgan's voice, full of lust and longing, was let out in a variety of throaty moans and yelps of pleasure and surprise, as Morgan took to tasting his daughter's puckered rosebud, his tongue lapping at her tight rim, poking just into it, forcing the tight ring of muscle to spread and her anus to welcome his invasion.
He kept her ass cheeks spread with his hands, and not for a second were they idle, massaging and caressing them, and he knew he'd never be satisfied, there'd never be a time when he would have had enough of this wonderful, amazing ass, of his daughter's back hole.
It was at that moment that Morgan managed to actually gain something of a hold of herself, even as a desperate Robin ate her ass like a man starved, giving him a grin as she shook a little. "Daddy… while you're here… why don't you… help me fill up… that hole!?" she spoke between moans.
Robin's cock throbbed, free from the restraints of his underwear and pants. He pulled back, wiping at his mouth with his hand. Not only was it amazing to look at, it was amazing to his tongue, as well. Truly, his daughter was fantastic in every way he looked at her. Every part of her, he found driving him up the wall, made with love and desire.
For a moment, he was reminded of simpler times, of giving Morgan lessons on basics, such as how to properly act nonchalant. He remembered her pranks, childish stuff, meant to catch and keep his attention, and remembered how even when she tried to do annoying things such as hide some of his reference materials, in the end it was her love and care that gave her away.
And for a moment, he almost got his reason back.
"Hurry, daddy!"
And then the rest of him, and for some reason it looked like a group of people lead by Chrom and Lissa, set the reasonable part of him on fire, and tossed it down a ditch, talking about how they'd keep the party pooper out of the way and busy until he was done, and then Robin lined up his throbbing, burning erection with Morgan's lubed up, glisteningly moist asshole.
There was no turning back, no more choices. "Here I come, Morgan!"
Morgan screamed in unrestrained pleasure as his cockhead pierced the tight ring of muscle that tried to keep Robin out of his daughter's ass, and she lost herself to moans and yelps and gasps and whispers and demands for more, as Robin felt himself become wrapped up in the tightest, warmest and greediest hole he'd ever plundered.
Beyond anyone else, truly incomparable, Morgan welcomed her father inside her, her ass seemingly opening up and sucking him in even further, as he slowly, agonizingly so, slid his meat into her.
"Daddy, it feels so good, you're so big and hard, I love it, I love your dick, I love it!"
Gritting his teeth as he was forced to endure an assault from all sides, as he was forced to hold onto himself by the skin of his teeth… he bottomed out, his thighs meeting hers, as his hips met the meat of her ass.
Enveloped fully and completely, Robin groaned as he tried to retain a hold of himself.
Morgan, in contrast, held absolutely nothing back as she allowed herself to orgasm around her father's cock, the inner walls of her anal cavity squeezing and spasming around the invading cock, simultaneously squeezing enough that it felt like she wanted to push him out, yet at the same time keeping him tightly locked in.
Her orgasm, strong as it was, passed, and she whined, voice tinged with disappointment and loss, as he began to pull himself back. "D-Daddyyyyy!"
She was cut off from her protest when Robin pushed back in. "Your ass is too tight," Robin muttered. "It's the best, your ass is the best," he said.
"That… makes me… so happy!" Morgan moaned. "So… so! Keep- Keep going," she said. "Use my ass… pleasure yourself with my ass!"
Robin nodded, already beginning the process of pulling back again, this time her ass expanding and constricting as he dragged himself out, his glans scrapping her walls on the way out, and his entire shaft being massaged as he forced his way back in.
Again and again, he plunged into her, a little bit faster each time, their flesh growing used and comfortable with each other, their bodies learning what the other wanted, what the other liked, and more importantly, what each other needed. Love and affection was spread, as both of them whispered to each other.
"I love you," they would say, as their hips met each other.
"Daddy… harder, fuck me harder," Morgan begged. "Please! I want- I want you to cum! I want to feel you cum inside me, to- to fill all your cum- in my belly-!"
Robin growled, hands gripping onto her hips so hard as to leave red marks, as all thoughts of control and restraint slipped his mind. With furious desire and an enraptured mind, caught in the throes of pleasure and lust, Robin let himself loose, hips pistoning as his cock plundered his daughter's backside, as he reshaped that tight canal to properly and only fit around his cock.
"Yes! Yesh! Ieeeesh~!" Morgan moaned, drooling as her tongue lolled out of her mouth. "Dash'eet, daddeeeei!"
Every time she spoke that word, every time she reminded him of how naughty, of how dirty, of how immoral their act was, every bit of his body throbbed.
Every time she spasmed, every time her body told him of another of her orgasms, Robin could not help but feel that this was how it was meant to be.
This woman… his daughter… in the end, there was no moment he could remember where she had been happier than she looked now, in blissful and lustful paradise.
Yes…
Every bit of him burned, as his pleasure reached a fever peak. This was it.
"I'm coming, sweetheart, I'm gonna come right up your ass!"
"'esh, a'dday," she muttered, eyes seeming to roll into the back of her head as her face twisted into a mask of unabashed and unrestrained pleasure, mindless and thinking only of her partner. "Cum! Cum! Cum!"
Her orders did not go unheeded; Robin finally let himself go, and his vision exploded into white with dark stars, as his head throbbed in pain from the sudden and extreme bout of pleasure, quickly overtaken and overcome as his body finally relaxed for the first time in a long, long time.
For a good long moment, Robin felt as if he was floating, as if every part of him had melted into an ocean, and the only part that remained was his cock, wrapped in a tight, hot vice that sucked and stroked and massaged at him, drawing more and more of his liquid, hot desire into itself.
A gulp of air and a fresh breeze brought the lovey dovey pair back to reality, as they separated from the kiss that Robin didn't even know he'd dragged his daughter into, as both of them collapsed on their sides, still connected, though the jostling movement had caused some of Robin's cum to leak out of her anus, staining the grass and his cock.
"Daddy…" Morgan was panting for breath. "Father," she said, seemingly regaining herself. "Uhm… we… probably shouldn't tell anyone about this. Especially not mother," she said.
Robin sighed. That was probably for the best. Well… it normally would be, but knowing his luck…
The strategist's dick throbbed, as he dragged his daughter's body towards his.
She giggled. "You're not satisfied yet, are you father? Good…"
"We aren't expected back until nightfall…" Robin muttered.
"Then let's make the most of our time," Morgan agreed.
Their hips began moving in unison, theirs a dance as old as time, and Morgan didn't bother hiding her voice, singing her pleasure out loud and basking in her father's love.