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Commissioned by DarthFlores

A Divine Night

The war against Grima had ended and heralded a new age for the lands of Ylisse and Valm. While Ylisse, led by Chrom and his wife, Maribelle, was ushered into a glorious era of peace, the beloved tactician would come to settle down elsewhere.

During the war, Robin and the Chon'sin princess Say'ri had grown close to the point of romance as the war had reached its climax, with the two exchanging vows on the night before as neither wished to possibly die with any regrets. When Robin had selflessly sacrificed himself in the battle against Grima, everyone – but none more so than Say'ri – had mourned the loss of a good friend, comrade, tactician, and husband, and the princess had resigned herself to live in solitude.

News would eventually reach her ears that Robin had returned and before long the tactician had made the journey back to Valm where he wedded Say'ri, but their marriage took an interesting turn; Robin's brilliant mind and heroic actions had not gone unnoticed and his fame had spread across the continent. Although he was wedded to a Chon'sin princess there were many other nations who would rally under his banner and bend the knee, and with Walhart gone there was no single ruler over Valm.

Robin and Say'ri worked together to create a council of a unified Valm, but it was clear that the two of them had become figureheads and many adhered to Robin's sound mind and tactics regarding any bandit problems or potential uprisings by unruly dukedoms or otherwise.

When unburdened by politics however, Robin and Say'ri lived their lives to the fullest and made up for lost time as husband and wife, which had led to the joyous discovery of active, healthy libidos that more often than not confined them to their bedroom where there never was a dull moment spent. While they were careful to not shirk their duties and work tirelessly to ensure the people of Chon'sin and Valm were happy, it also dawned on the couple that both shared similar interests and kinks, including stealth-sex in which the rush of adrenaline of possibly getting caught became near addictive.

Their relationship was hardly just physical and it was no secret to their people that they loved each other deeply and dearly. Theirs was a healthy, genuine matrimony that simply had an acquired taste for lust in many of its forms of expressions and they were willing to test most things once. Perhaps it was merely to make up for lost time or perchance it was their renewed love for life that drove them to such sexual heights, but they had become near inseparable nonetheless.

Tonight was just another of those nights; their coitus had lasted well into the night by the time they had reached their high, their bodies warm and sweaty in the afterglow.

They took a moment to catch their breaths as Say'ri dismounted her husband and rolled off to the side. Their hairs were dishevelled and fair skin was riddled with bite-marks and scratches; a common occurrence in their lovemaking which often required them to wear clothes that covered as much as possible.

Robin breathed out and wiped his brow. "Damn, Say'ri, that was…" Another breath. "Incredible."

The raven-haired warrior queen softly but tiredly laughed and propped up next to him, her head resting against the palm of her hand while her other tenderly caressed his chest. "Likewise my dear. The effort you put in always pleases me so."

"The same to you," he replied and chuckled. "It's funny; I never in a thousand years would've guessed you had this side to you."

"I am as surprised as you are, Robin. I suppose that is what they call compatibility." She leaned over and planted a soft kiss on his lips. "We are enabling one another."

"That we do." He kissed her back and treaded his fingers through black tresses.

"Ready to go for another round so soon?" She asked, amused.

He kissed her again. "Give me a few minutes…"

Say'ri chuckled. "Fie. You certainly do not leave me wanting."

"I wouldn't ever dream of doing that to you."

"Oh I do not doubt you on that," she replied. Her idle fingers drew small circles on the tactician's chest as she fell momentarily silent. "You know, Robin, I have dwelled on something for a while now."

He arched a single brow. "Oh?"

"Allow me to first make it abundantly clear that I am not dissatisfied with our marriage or in the bedroom; this is merely a curiosity if you will," Say'ri stated, her gaze firm. She sat up, a hand gingerly hovering over her chest. "Long has this thought been on my mind and at the very least, I wish to share it with you."

Robin smiled at her. "We've been through a lot together since we first met, Say'ri, and been married for nearly as long. We've shared more than a few intimate secrets in confidence. I trust you as much as you trust me." He reached out to her hand and gave it a gentle squeeze as she clasped it. "Share it if you want, but I won't pressure you."

Her expression greatly softened. "Thank you, Robin. Truth be told, I do not know if there is a proper way to disclose such a thought as this, but I will try my best." She took a deep breath and closed her eyes. A moment passed and then another. "I shan't beat around the bush; I have long harboured a deep fondness and attraction to someone close to me – someone who I greatly respect and would give me life to in a heartbeat if it would save hers, much like I would for you."

"You're talking about Tiki," Robin stated.

"Aye. Lady Tiki's beauty has not gone unnoticed and I will not deny that I have spent many a thoughts about her even before we met. If it were possible, I would love to share but one single night with her, and I would gladly have you join us if you wished."

He chuckled. "You speak as if it was already guaranteed to happen. But let's say that it was to happen; are you sure you'll be alright with me and another woman?"

"If Lady Tiki's involvement was indeed to become reality then it would be as much for my own enjoyment as it would be for yours," Say'ri admitted with her usual fair face noticeably redder. "Although you are correct; I am getting ahead of myself. There are plenty a reason I have not confronted Lady Tiki with such suggestions."

Robin scratched his cheek and pondered a moment. "…What if we simply asked her the next time we see her? We're all friends and in worst case scenario things will just be awkward between us for a while."

Say'ri's shook her head with a soft chuckle. "You think it is that simple? She's the Voice of Naga."

"I think it's better to regret having done something than regret not doing anything at all. And since we're admitting things, I will confess that the thought has crossed my mind as well from time to time," he told her. He reached up and caressed her arm. "I'm just saying that since we've both had this thought about her, we could at least try."

"Fie! I suppose you are right, my dear. The curiosity has grown more difficult to ignore over time…" She paused. "Lady Tiki is meant to visit Chon'sin next week, to meet the people as part of her pilgrimage across Valm. I offered her a room here in the palace. Perchance we can speak to her about this matter then?"

"Sounds good to me. And who knows? Maybe she'll even agree!"

"I doubt it, but I shall take your advice and rather regret having asked her," Say'ri said. Her gentle smile became a smirk. "But I can feel that you are ready again, my dear. And the night is still young."

She leaned back down and kissed him as she began to move her hips, and soon the bed began to rock again as the couple indulged in carnal desires once more.

The following week came. Chon'sin was vivacious with the arrival of the Voice of Naga who slowly but surely made her way across the small nation, spreading the word of Naga. From village to town she eventually made it to the palace where she was warmly welcomed by the people and the royal couple.

Tiki hadn't aged a day since last time they met, though it was hardly a surprise given her Manakete nature. Her beauty nonetheless was a sight to behold and it Robin, much like his wife, was more certain than ever that they had to ask her.

"Lady Tiki! It is good to see you again, my lady!" Say'ri exclaimed with a deep bow at the waist.

The Divine Dragon softly laughed. "Oh Say'ri, you still insist on being so formal with me. I thought we were past that. But I'm happy to see you too!"

The raven-haired queen, flustered, bowed her head. "Old habits, my la- Tiki."

"That's better." The verdant-haired woman giggled and turned to Robin with a kind, gentle smile. She tucked loose strands behind her pointy ear. "It's good to see you too, Robin."

"Likewise, Tiki. How was the journey?"

"Fair. I will always be glad for being able to fly, but I often miss travelling by foot. I've been sleeping for too long so it's good to be up and about again."

"Then you must be tired. Would you like to rest up before your sermon?" Robin offered.

She shook her head. "I feel bad for not having visited you sooner or as often, but I would like to mingle with the people for now, if you don't mind. I intend to stay in Chon'sin a little longer, so we will have more them ample time to catch up."

Say'ri smiled from ear to ear. "I am pleased to hear that."

By the time the sun was kissing the horizon and the sky was a brilliant crimson-gold, Tiki's sermon had ended and she mingled with the people for a while. Usually spending most of her time by herself, be it sleeping or otherwise, it was understandable why she wanted to be around people for so long even if she wasn't preaching about Naga.

The dinner was in typical Chon'sin fashion, around a low, round wooden table with elegant pillows to sit on. The vast array of food emanated a mouth-watering range of scents, made by the best chefs the royal family could afford, and served with the finest wine.

Over the course of their hearty dinner, the trio caught up and reminisced about the past; anecdotes from before Robin and Say'ri met and what they had been up to since last they met with the Manakete were shared while Tiki told the couple about her past pilgrimages and the lucid dreams she had had when she was sleeping for months.

"I must say, I'm envious of you, Tiki," Robin stated and paused to take a sip of the wine. "These lucid dreams sound amazing!"

The Manakete chuckled. "They came naturally to me over time. It's one of the reasons I opt to sleep for so long; it's a myriad of worlds and experiences that feels real enough."

"Aye, I can only imagine. It must be a wonderful sensation to have control of your dream environment," Say'ri said.

"If only you knew. Perhaps you can learn to do it as well one day," Tiki said and giggled. "Although with all your responsibilities it may be a touch difficult."

"Who's to say we don't figure it out along the way?" Robin asked and caught his wife's gaze. The dinner had been going on for a bit longer than meant to and despite their earlier talk, neither Say'ri nor Robin had tried to steer the conversation to an appropriate topic.

"So, Tiki…we have something to confess," he then began. "Say'ri and I have recently talked about…our love-life."

The Manakete blinked, taken aback, and put down her glass of wine.. "Oh. Am I privy to this sensitive topic? Do you wish to seek my council? I'm afraid I am not all that experienced with the matters of the heart."

"Nay, it is not that we are having trouble, La- Tiki! It's—" Say'ri faltered. It was now or never. She glanced over at Robin who was equally nervous, and took a deep breath. "We…We wish to make things more exciting. And we both consider you an attractive woman. So we ended up discussing more than once, at length, about how it would be if we…" She paused, trying to find the right words. "Invited you, so to speak. In an explicitly sexual manner."

Tiki's eyes widened. She blinked and looked away, then at Robin, and finally back at Say'ri.

A minute ticked away and then another, each of which felt as long as an hour. The couple exchanged worried looks as the Manakete, seemingly locked in thought, simply sat there.

"…There truly wasn't a good way to bring it up," Say'ri admitted. "Pray forgive us for the sudden confession."

Tiki waved it off. "No, I… I am flattered. Truly. Apologies, I just needed a moment to process. I never would've expected this from either of you; not even in my wildest fantasies or lucid dreams."

"Wait, you…?" Robin trailed off, baffled.

"You have thought of us like that, mylady?"

The Manakete softly but noticeably nervously chuckled. "Since we are being honest with one another, allow me to share my own long-kept desires. Truth to be told, I have harboured feelings for Robin since I first lay eyes upon him."

The tactician, speechless, glanced over at his wife and Say'ri looked back between them in mild disbelief, and yet a fire lit up in her eyes.

"But," Tiki continued. "I could never act upon my heart's desire; I saw that you too had fallen for him, Say'ri, and I couldn't possibly come between you two. And you have always held a special place in my heart, as a friend and a beautiful, attractive woman. Besides, I am destined to outlive you humans. I've already experienced the pain of being separated from a loved one and it would hurt – more than you could possibly know – to be separated from another one – one whom I'd come to love as much as him if not more, and my closest, dearest friend. So I kept silent, buried my feelings, and prayed to Naga that you two would be happy together."

Say'ri and Robin turned to look at each other, stunned.

"Lady Tiki…I had no idea…" the warrior queen said. "But you once told me that I should never deprive you of the joy of having. While it's understandable you would step aside, 't'would be wrong of me to stand between you two as well!"

The Divine Dragon laughed, albeit sorrowful, and shook her head. "That is an odd way of seeing it, Say'ri. This is your husband we're talking about. But I will humbly accept. However, I think it is best for all of us if this is only for tonight; one night to get it out of our systems, and let that be it. It would be troublesome if people caught wind of the royal couple sharing a bed with the Voice of Naga after all."

"Agreed," Robin and Say'ri both stated.

Silence fell over the dinner table within seconds afterwards.

"Well, Say'ri," said Tiki and brought the glass of wine up to her lips. "You are right; there is no good way to bring something like this up without making things awkward."

Once dinner was over things had progressed smoother; Tiki and Say'ri bathed to mentally and physically prepare for the evening ahead, just like Robin who had bathed separated from the ladies so to "not spoil the surprise" as his wife had put it. During that time, Say'ri had taken the opportunity to…appreciate the Manakete's body and it had to be blessed by Naga herself! In turn, Tiki's gaze had kept wandering back to the Chon'sin woman with a smoulder in her eyes despite her collected expression.

It was getting darker outside when Say'ri and Tiki made it back to the couple's bedroom, refreshed and dressed in spare kimonos. Not even a foot in and the Manakete was welcomed by the sight of Robin lying on the bed in nothing but his underwear, expecting them. The room was illuminated by candles, a fireplace, and the filtered moonlight.

While it did look a smidge silly, Tiki's heart skipped a beat and a bolt of heat settled between her legs. "Why Robin, you certainly are eager."

He chuckled, naturally nervous, and sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck. "I figured I'd set the mood. Say'ri always likes it when I greet her like this."

"I wasn't chastising you," Tiki reassured, her stare fixated on his chest. He was certainly working out, though she suspected his intimate time with Say'ri was part of the reason as well. "In fact, I quite like what I see. Between bathing with dear Say'ri and walking in to this, I am more than excited for the night ahead."

The couple traded heated looks and then regarded the Manakete.

The tension in the room thickened. There was no need for words beyond this point.

Tiki took Say'ri's hand in hers and was lead towards the bed. They climbed into it, excitement rising, and soon the clasped hands let go in favour of boldly yet carefully in wordless askance feel up curves through the kimono robes.

The Manakete's hand eventually settled over Say'ri's hip and squeezed. The raven-haired woman let out a quiet gasp that still rung out over the silence of the room, and reached out to Tiki's kimono sash.

It came undone with ease. The smooth, dark-green clothing parted ways in the middle and exposed fair skin, and soon Say'ri's was undone as well by her husband's eager hands.

Say'ri's smouldering gaze wandered and scrutinized Tiki's body appreciatively, from the curve of full, barely covered breasts down along her slender waist to defined hips and soft-looking thighs hugged by white, pristine underwear.

Before she could capitalize and brush the robe aside her own body was exposed to the steadily warmer air as Robin gently helped himself. Firm hands cupped her modest bosom with familiar expertise and Say'ri softly moaned, her excitement growing into a full on flame with the Voice of Naga watching her in awe.

Robin's lips sealed against her own, deep and with growing lust, and she kissed him back just as wantonly yet passionately slow. His lips strayed to the corner of her mouth and the kiss became light as he proceeded to trail a path southwards along the curve of her jaw, down the hollow of her throat, and over her collarbone until he nuzzled the valley between her breasts.

Her hand buried in his ashen locks and kept his head in place. She shuddered with each smooch and light nip against her skin, and from the caress of his hand over her buttocks, and soon Tiki was on her as well.

Their eyes met. Wordless desire was exchanged with but a batting of eyelashes and a split-second break of attention as wide pupils shifted over to parted lips and heaving chests.

Tiki was the one who moved in and claimed Say'ri's lips. It was chaste at first, careful even, but soon the shyness was overridden by the fanned fires of lust and idle hands ran through black tresses and settled over the curve of defined hips.

Time became irrelevant. When it felt right, the trio moved on; Robin and Tiki turned to each other – eager yet embarrassed – and Say'ri tenderly pushed her friend towards her husband while helping the Manakete fully out of her kimono.

The full, bared back and cloth-hugged buttocks had the warrior-queen salivate.

Tiki wrapped her arms around the tactician who returned the firm, gentle embrace, before they shared a deep, thorough kiss. She played with the hair at the nape of his neck; his hands caressed her upper back.

She moved closer, pressed her body against his – her pelvis against his own. A shiver ran through them. Hips twitched and moved.

Robin was pushed down on his back.

With only a moment of hesitation stemmed from embarrassment, Tiki pulled down her underwear.

Wet. Dripping. A lovely pink crowned by a verdant triangle of curls.

The couple was spellbound.

Tiki, blushing up a storm, kept watching the pair as she helped Say'ri out of her kimono. She drank in the sight of her friend's natural form, a canvas of battle and years of training, and soon she got a glimpse of the peak of femininity underneath raven-black hair.

She caught of whiff of her excitement and it fuelled her own. So engrossed was Tiki that she barely noticed that Robin was stark naked as he too appreciated his wife's body.

Her mind reeled and her heart raced.

After a kiss and a heated look, Say'ri crawled over to her husband, but she did not straddle his pelvis; she opted for her seat to be his face and Robin, licking his lips, began to eat her out with ardour. Say'ri's eyes never strayed from Tiki's even as she moaned and squirmed. She motioned towards the throbbing length of rigid flesh that stood at attention and the Manakete's sex quivered.

She crawled over. Her fingers wrapped around Robin's cock and it pulsated like a heart in her grasp.

As string of soft yet growingly intensified moaning filled the chamber Tiki glanced up at Say'ri and her heart nearly leapt out of her chest. For all these years of knowing the warrior, she had rarely seen Say'ri break her usual stoic mask, and yet here she was, as the epitome of lust; her eyes, her mouth, the dishevelled hair, her voice, it was unlike anything Tiki had ever seen.

Tiki's sex twitched as inner muscles clenched. She climbed on top of Robin, the only man since Marth she had come to love, and straddled him.

The tip of his cock prodded slick folds and with barely any resistance Tiki lowered her hips.

He pulsated inside of her. Inner walls clamped down around the length as it stretched against them.

Tiki felt full. Robin reached deep and it felt good!

She began to move her hips, rock her body against his, and the heat and pleasure was fanned to greater heights as time went on!

"Oh Robin…!"

Her body moved on its own volition. Pleasure rippled outwards over her body from her core. She braced against the tactician's chest in a futile attempt to ground herself, but she couldn't stop.

Each thrust from below and bounce of her hips had the tactician reach that sweet spot that made Tiki see stars. Her heart hammered against her ribcage.

Her fingers and toes twitched and flexed. Nails dug into Robin's skin and left crimson lines in their wake.

"Robin!"

Skin slapping against skin created a cacophony of sounds over the room along with the ladies' voices.

Tiki squirmed, her hips nearly a blur from her frantic movement of riding Robin. Ecstasy zipped along her nerves in a torrent of heat and smaller blossoms of pleasure wrecked her body.

"Tiki…!"

She snapped her eyes wide open – when had she closed them? – in mild shock over the smoky, husky utterance of her name and the raven-haired woman was leaning forward, panting and with heavy-lidded eyes, beckoning her.

It was too tantalizing to not lean in and close the gap; a hand buried in verdant tresses and kept the Manakete from pulling away – not that she had wanted to – as her lips locked with Say'ri's. Their tongues danced an impatient dance, but there was no vying for control, only a lengthy expression of desire, interrupted only by gasps of pleasure as one woman rode the tactician and the other was eaten out and had her ass felt up.

Eventually the ecstasy became too much; the two broke their kiss, their voices ringing clear over the bedroom in a litany of moans, as pleasure-receptors flared up. Say'ri clamped her thighs around Robin's head and Tiki's hips moved faster until they the knot of pressure unravelled with incredibly intensity!

Tiki cried out, ecstatically and without restraint. Her orgasm struck like lightning, followed by the squirting warmth of Robin's discharge inside of her, and her pussy tightened. Her muscles went rigid, her head thrown back and chest arched out as she rode out her high.

Say'ri mewled, her voice gone quiet, as she kept her husband's head in a vice-grip with a mighty shudder. Her excitement had noticeably leaked over his face yet he kept servicing his queen without fail even as she was over the edge of pleasure.

After what seemed like an eternity of bliss the afterglow finally settled. Tired panting came out in raspy, throaty breaths.

"By Naga…" Tiki sighed and, with some hesitation, climbed down from Robin to lie down on the welcoming bed, only to see that his manhood showed no sign of going flaccid.

Slick with her juices and semen, it still stood tall and throbbed.

Robin sat up and wiped his chin, a smile on his face. His face was flushed.

Say'ri kissed him without hesitation to Tiki's surprise. It was long, passionate, yet hungry. It didn't take much longer before the black-haired woman was working her way down, peppering kissing over her husband's body until she was inches away from his cock. Surely she wasn't—

Her lips pursed and pressed against the tip. She let out a soft sound and kept kissing Robin's cock until the head slipped past her lips and inside her mouth. Her head bobbed slowly as she applied suction and Robin sighed, a hand on raven-black tresses.

Tiki could barely feel her legs and yet the couple was showed no indication that the night was over.

She rubbed her thighs together. Her pussy ached with need.

By the time she crawled over to the tactician, Say'ri had finished sucking him and turned around on hands and knees, and beckoned her husband with a wiggle of her rump.

Tiki hugged him, pressed her body against his, as Robin pushed himself inside of his wife.

Say'ri moaned. Her hips pushed back against his pelvis as soon as he began to thrust.

He reached for her long hair and grabbed a fistful. He pulled, not too gently or too hard, and began to grope her ass as he picked up the pace, and soon the room was once again filled with the sound of ecstasy.

Meanwhile, Tiki kissed Robin. She could taste Say'ri on him – an acquired taste, but not unwelcomed – and poured all of her feelings and desire into the kiss, ignoring where his lips had been just a moment ago. They were lost in carnal wanton.

Say'ri moaned, loud and throaty, as Robin fucked her from behind and pulled her by her hair. She dug her fingers into the bed covers and kicked with her feet as the pleasure-pain did its trick on her sensitive sex. She bucked back into him and his thrusts got rougher, but not slower. She could hear the two kiss behind her and that itself spurred her on with lust.

The night was far from over and before it was, the three of them would make it the best one of their entire lives for as long as their bodies would allow them to.

With The Voice of Naga having to attend her religious duties, Say'ri and Robin didn't see her for some time after that night. Days became weeks which in turn became months and soon enough the season had changed entirely along with the happy couple's lives when the Chon'sin queen's belly began to grow little by little. With an heir on the way the couple were overjoyed!

Another month passed.

The two of them shared a cup of tea while enjoying the scenery from their garden pavilion when they heard the distant flapping of what undoubtedly were giant wings. Robin helped Say'ri up as carefully as he could before they stepped outside and immediately turned to the skies.

"Lady Tiki…!" Say'ri sounded elated and waved enthusiastically at the dragon overhead as it circled downwards.

"It certainly has been a while," Robin commented. "You think she wants to…?"

"If she does then it might be somewhat difficult," his wife replied and patted her belly. "But we shall be as accommodating as we can."

They exchanged knowing smiles as the Divine Dragon descended closer to the ground. The wind kicked up in her wake and threatened to relocate the pavilion before she landed gracefully and no sooner began to transform to her humanoid form.

Tiki was as stunningly attractive as always, but the couple were quickly distracted as the Voice of Naga approached them and soon their faces were as red as tomatoes and warm as a summer breeze.

"Well…this was perhaps not as expected as it should've been," said Robin and nervously rubbed his neck.

Tiki giggled and cradled her belly which, much like Say'ri's, had grown a bit since last time they had met. "Robin, Say'ri, it's good to meet you two again. I believe we need to talk, no?"

The couple fidgeted, however less nervous than just a moment ago, given Tiki's demeanour, but the embarrassment still hung in the air, thick enough that you could cut it with a knife.

Things from now on would certainly be…interesting.

FIN

A/N: Is Morgan Tiki's or Say'ri's daughter? I'll leave that up to your imagination!