The men's locker room next to the showers was empty when Robin and Tharja got there. Robin wasn't particularly surprised: It was late at night. Most of the castle was probably asleep right now, or else working somewhere far away. It was unlikely that anyone was going to come by the showers this late at night, which was exactly what he and Tharja were hoping for.

Tharja was an exhibitionist. This wasn't the first time that she'd talked Robin into a sneaky rendezvous, and a late-night round in the showers wasn't even the most ambitious thing they'd done, much less that she'd suggested. It was something she could get enthusiastic about. It was always fun to shake things up a little bit, and Tharja respected the fact that Robin didn't really want to be caught, and so they worked together to find ways for Tharja to enjoy the fantasy, while still staying in Robin's comfort zone. Tonight's late-night visit to the showers was a perfect compromise: all of the thrill of the fantasy, but very low actual risk of discovery.

And besides, they'd tried this in far more adventurous times and places without incident. Tonight was practically just a change of scenery.


Lyn was cold and wet.

Late night guard duty was a mixed bag. On some nights, the crisp, cool night air was a welcome feature, and on a cloudless night, the stars were always a beautiful sight she could get lost in when the drudgery of guard duty became a little too much. And on nights where the moon was full, the landscape lit up in a pale, slightly eerie, but still beautiful way.

But not tonight.

Tonight, a thunderstorm had caught her and Nowi out on the castle's parapets, and soaked them to the bone. The cloak she'd been wearing had been insufficient to stave off the rain, and even Nowi's seemingly limitless optimism and enthusiasm had reached its limits. Now she shivered and chattered and wondered why she'd agreed to take the outside patrol tonight. Camilla and Eirika were inside where it was warm and dry, and she and Nowi were stuck up here, sheltering in place, hiding behind what shelter there was on the roof, and waiting for their relief to come and switch with them. But then, she supposed someone would have had to suffer out here.

"W-when I g-get off-ff this roo-oof, I'm t-taking a n-nice, h-hot b-bath." Lyn chattered.

"N-not me." Nowi managed back. "I've h-had enough w-water for a n-night. I'm g-gonna c-curl up-p by a f-fire." Nowi chattered.

Lightning flashed in the sky, accompanied by the crack and roll of thunder.

"C-can't wait."


Robin was quick to shuck off his clothing, stripping off his clothes in quick succession until he'd laid himself bare. Tharja, on the other hand, seemed content to take her time stripping down. She noticed Robin staring at her as she started taking off the bangles on her thighs, and bent over as she did, giving him a wonderful view of her ass as she took them off. She straightened up, and got to work on the ones on her arms, slowly shaking her ass from side to side as she worked them off. Then, still facing away from Robin, reached around behind herself and unhooked her bra. She slipped the straps off of her shoulders, one at a time, and slowly drew the bra off her body.

"Enjoying the show?" Tharja asked.

"Very much, thank you." Robin responded, as one hand started to slowly rub his cock.

Tharja laughed. "Well alright then." Still turned around, she slowly drew one of her arms out of her body stocking, then the other, before pulling it down. It came off her back, over her ass, and down her legs (bending over again to show off her ass again), before she stepped out of it and stuffed it into the locker with the rest of her things. Then she went back to her hips for her panties, which she slowly dragged down her legs, wiggling her hips as she went. She stepped out of them, and in they went with the rest. Finished with her little striptease, she turned about to face Robin, who got a good eyeful of her wonderful chest. "Enough of that for now. Let's go."

Robin managed to pull his hand away, and followed Tharja into the showers.

The shower room was a large, open room, built near the castle's baths and designed to feed from the same reservoir. Along both of the side walls were a bank of doored stalls for privacy, as well as another bank of showerheads built into a spine along the ceiling in the middle of the room. The room was split in half by that spine, and a shallow divot under it that led to a drain in the middle of the room. The near wall and the far wall each had shelves of soaps and washcloths and towels, as well as a few stools.

And no one else was there but the two of them.

They grabbed some soap and washcloths from the shelves, and walked to one of the showerheads near the middle of the room. Robin grabbed hold of the knobs near the showerhead, twisted them, and felt the warm water cascade down onto his head and face.

Tharja came up beside him, wet the washcloth under the stream of water, and soaped it up with the bar of soap she'd grabbed.


Lyn wouldn't have heard the sound of the door to the roof opening if she hadn't been listening so intently for it, but when she did hear it, she spun towards it.

She'd never been so happy to see Sharena and Alm before in her life.

"All c-clear." Nowi said.

"Storm's really going, isn't it?" Alm asked

Lightning cracked, and a roll of thunder answered.

"It was w-worse earlier t-tonight." Lyn managed through her chattering teeth. "Are w-we g-good?"

"Yeah, you two are good." Sharena said. "Get inside. Go warm up."

"Th-thank you." Lyn said. Nowi bolted inside, and Lyn wasn't very far behind.

She started immediately down the stairs, and towards the baths. She was already feeling a little better, now that she was out of the wind and rain, but she couldn't wait to dip into a warm bath and just… relax for a little bit. Let the stress and the cold melt away under the heat of a good bath.

Thinking about it was already brightening her mood. The storm had drained her, left her sullen and exhausted, but the idea of a nice bath had reinvigorated her a little bit… and with how late at night it was, she would probably have the baths all to herself. She had a small smile on her lips as she walked the halls towards the baths.


Robin loved the sensation of Tharja's hands on his body. They glided all over his body, leaving a tingling trail of warmth everywhere they went, and the washcloth in one of her hands did little to change that.

She washed his body carefully, gently, her hands left lingering touches everywhere they went, floating over his arms… his chest and back… around his neck… down to his stomach… They both knew he was hard, and her hands teased him for a moment, before they travelled further down, to his legs. Then she handed the washcloth to him, and he gently scrubbed at his face.

Once he finished cleaning off, Robin grabbed a new washcloth, and wet it under the shower head, and soaped it up. He turned to Tharja, and returned the favor. Just as gently, he took first one of her arms, and then the other, and started washing her. As he worked, he left lingering touches everywhere he went, just as she had. He washed her back next, then dipped down to the cheeks of her ass on his way to wash her legs. Kneeling down put him at eye level with them, and on a whim, he pressed one kiss to each cheek.

Tharja chuckled. "Enjoying yourself?"

Robin didn't answer. Instead, he turned her around, and washed his way up her legs. He spread her legs slightly, and worked his hands up her legs, to the inside of her thighs. She hummed lightly at his work.

He skirted around her core, instead rising up her stomach, washing her as he went. He stood, and his hands took hold of her breasts. He did wash them, but it wasn't long before he was just playing with them, hefting them and squeezing them and flicking her hard, dark nipples.

She took his face gently in her hands, and drew their lips together in a soft kiss. For the moment, their shower - and indeed, the rest of the world - was forgotten.


The baths were empty. Not just deserted, as Lyn had figured they would be, but disappointingly dry. She hadn't heard that the baths were being drained and cleaned today, but it was apparent that was what had happened. She'd been looking forward to the bath, and so was a bit upset at this turn of events, but she refused to allow this to ruin her night. The showers were close at hand, after all, and while it wouldn't be quite the same as sitting down and enjoying a nice soak, a hot shower still sounded good to her.

Thus convinced, she gathered her still-wet clothing from her locker, and, dressed in the bathrobe she'd grabbed, she walked the short distance to the showers. She entered the empty women's locker room, and found a locker she could hang her clothes in to dry a bit. She heard the showers running within, and wondered who else was taking a shower so late at night. Regardless, the sound brightened her mood: it seemed she wouldn't be twice disappointed tonight.

Now wrapped in a towel, she walked out of the locker room and into the showers. She was not ready for what she found there: Robin was on his knees in front of Tharja, his face buried in her thighs. Tharja's hands were tangled in his hair, and her eyes were closed.

Immediately, Lyn found herself faced with a snap decision: She hadn't been noticed yet. She could leave now, just cut her losses and accept that she would not get her hot soak or shower tonight, maybe find some fire to warm up by… or she could sequester herself into one of the stalls, and take the hot shower she wanted… but in doing so, she'd intrude on Robin and Tharja's intimacy.

Lyn certainly didn't want to intrude on their intimacy… but she was tired. Disappointed that the baths were out of order. She just wanted her hot shower, it wasn't her fault they'd chosen tonight to have their way with each other in the showers. That was what she told herself as she made her way, quickly and quietly, to the nearest shower stall, and closed the door behind her.

Lyn hung the towel on a hook in the stall, secured the door behind her, and turned on the water. Hot droplets cascaded down onto her, and she sighed in relief as she felt her body warm.


Tharja's eyes fluttered open, and she pulled Robin away from her core. Robin made a sound of confusion, but relented, and allowed his head to be moved.

"I don't want to cum just yet." She told him. "Here, switch with me. I want to taste you, now."

Robin stood up, blocking the stream of water with his body, and Tharja sank to her knees in front of him. The floor of the shower was hard against her knees, and a little uncomfortable, so she took the washcloths they'd washed each other with, discarded and forgotten on the floor nearby, folded them up, and slid them under her knees for padding. Then, a little more comfortable, she turned her attention towards the hard cock an inch from her face.

She did not take him into her mouth immediately. Instead, she licked the tip of his cock, and then ran her tongue up and down along the side of it. She dragged her tongue back to his tip, then down the other side, too, where she repeated her treatment. She took one more trip back to his tip, and finally took him fully into her mouth. Her tongue swirled around his tip, collecting the precum that had gathered there, and she savored his taste in her mouth, moaning softly.

One of her hands wrapped around Robin for support, and the other snuck down her body to her dripping core. She rubbed her fingers along the outer edges, and felt how wet she was.

"Gods, you really love this, don't you?" Robin teased. "Sucking me off in the middle of a public shower while you finger yourself. Are you hoping someone walks in and sees us? Would you like that? You want someone to watch us fuck?"

Tharja moaned, and slipped a finger in as she bobbed along his cock. She was in a daze now, and Robin was feeding her imagination. She closed her eyes, and let it run wild.

"If someone were to walk in right now, what would you do? Would you stop? Or would it just make you wetter?"

Of course, they had agreed that, if someone were to walk in, they'd stop. But in Tharja's mind, people walked in, and she kept going. The showers filled with faces, some she knew well, others she hardly recognized. She let them watch, made sure that they all knew that Robin was hers, and that she was his. And the thought thrilled her to no end.

She slipped another finger in, and sped up. Every now and then, she moved her palm just so, and it swept against her clit. Robin's hands dropped to her head, and his fingers tangled in her hair.

"Gods, Tharja, you feel so good!" He started gently moving her head on his cock. Tharja accepted his aid, and focused her energy on her tongue, and her fingers. When he sensed he was in control, he started pumping her head along his cock. She felt drool leak from her mouth and his cock, and drop onto her chest and thighs, where it mixed with the run-off from the shower.

When Robin abandoned his rhythm and started pumping his hips, she knew he was close. He was working so hard for his release, she could feel his dick press against the back of her throat with every thrust of his hips. He was using her mouth to get himself off, and it was perfect. In Tharja's imagination, she could feel their eyes on her. She imagined them watching her get the two of them off. She crooked her fingers in her pussy, and found the spot that made her see stars whenever she touched it.

"Cum for me." Robin said, his voice strained. "Show them… you're mine!"

Robin thrust one more time into her mouth, and came in it. His first shot struck the back of her throat, and she held back a cough as she swallowed his release. His second shot coated her tongue, and his taste was enough to send her spiraling through her own orgasm. She fucked herself through it, coating her hand and fingers with her juices as she came all over her hand. Her body was alight with sensation, and every stroke of her hand sent ripples through her.

But after a bit, it became too much, and she withdrew her fingers. Robin's hands had long since released her, and she pulled her head off of his cock.

Robin gently pulled her to her feet, and took her fingers into his mouth, licking and sucking her release off of each of them. Tharja hummed lightly, and her other hand stroked lightly through his hair. After a while, she was certain that he'd gotten every drop from her hand and fingers, and now he was just lathering it with licks and kisses. With a chuckle she drew her hands away, and dropped them to his cock. It was already hard again.

"I think we're done showering." She told him softly, reaching for the shower's controls. "It's time for you to fuck me." She turned off the shower. The stream of water stopped…

But Tharja still heard the sound of a shower…


At first, Lyn had tried to just focus on enjoying her shower. For a while, she'd even succeeded. She was able to enjoy the hot water, and the sensation of her whole body warming up, the cold of the storm now long forgotten.

And then, over the sounds of the showers, she heard Robin speak.

"Gods, you really love this, don't you?" Robin teased. "Sucking me off in the middle of a public shower while you finger yourself. Are you hoping someone walks in and sees us? Would you like that? You want someone to watch us fuck?"

Maybe it was just that she'd had a long, hard day and wanted a bit of release. Maybe she'd enjoyed her glimpse of their night in progress more than she'd realized, and it was coloring her thoughts. Maybe it was her crush on his female counterpart bleeding over to him again. Maybe it was all of those things. But Lyn wasn't really thinking about any of them as she let her hand drift down.

She was just thinking about how she was suddenly feeling a heat that had nothing to do with the water flowing over her.

She gasped as her fingers found the nub at the top of her slit and sent a sudden shock through her body. Her eyes went wide, and she froze, suddenly worried they'd heard her.

"If someone were to walk in right now, what would you do? Would you stop? Or would it just make you wetter?"

Taking that as a no, she sent her hand a little further along, and her fingers stroked along the length of her slit. A pleasant buzz traveled up her spine and began to fill her head. She started breathing deeper, the humid air of the shower filling her lungs with every gasp and sigh. Her other hand rose to her mouth, where she tried to muffle the noises she was making.

"Gods, Tharja, you feel so good!"

Lyn slipped a finger into herself, and her imagination started to wander. She let herself think, for the moment, that she was sucking his cock, like Tharja apparently was, and the thought anchored itself into her mind. The shower forgotten, Lyn lowered herself to her knees, and slipped a few fingers into her mouth. It was a poor imitation of his cock (even if she'd never seen it), but it was enough for her mind.

She closed her eyes, imagination racing to fill in the blanks. It wasn't perfect: she'd never had sex with a man before, much less found herself in the situation she found herself imagining. But in her haze of pleasure, it didn't matter. Little did. In that moment, she was sucking on his cock, his back pressed against the door of the stall, his hands braced against its walls instead of wrapped in her hair. Her head bobbed up and down his cock, and she sank another finger into her pussy.

"Cum for me." Robin said, his voice strained. "Show them… you're mine!"

She wanted to. Desperately. But Lyn wasn't as close as he was, as he seemed to think she was. Nowhere near it. And the illusion disintegrated as she heard the grunts and moans outside of the stall, as Robin and Tharja came together. She wasn't sucking his cock, she was alone in the shower stall.

Lyn drew her fingers out of her mouth and pussy. Slowly, she stood, and propped herself up in the stream of the shower, one hand against the wall for support. For a moment, she was sobered, and she considered making the water colder to keep her wits about her, but her arousal soon returned to her, and those thoughts disappeared as her free hand dropped back to her pussy. She shuddered as her fingers grazed her clit on their way down.

Her eyes closed again, and a new fantasy swirled into existence. Tharja was on her knees in front of her, her face pressed against Lyn's crotch, her tongue pressed against Lyn's pussy. She licked long, slow strokes up and down her pussy, flicking her tongue against Lyn's clit every third or fourth lick, and then her tongue buried itself in her pussy. Robin was behind her, standing far enough away that she couldn't feel his hardness against her, but close enough to wrap an arm around to her front, where a hand grabbed her chest and played with her breast. His fingers played across her skin, before seeking out her nipple and tweaking it. Their assault on her body quickly set her where Robin had wanted her earlier. She was close. The were going to make her-

"Someone else is here." She heard Tharja say. "We should go."

Lyn froze on the edge, eyes wide, the fantasy falling away in an instant. They knew she was here. She'd been found out, and now, the objects of her fantasy were going to leave her alone in the showers.

A knot formed in the pit of her stomach, and before she could stop herself, before she could think, she heard someone call out, "Wait!" She opened the door to the stall, barely realizing that she'd been the one to call out. Robin and Tharja were standing together under a dripping shower head. They eyed her with a mix of confusion and curiosity as she walked out of the stall, blushing furiously.

"Please." Lyn begged, breathing heavily. "Don't leave."

Understanding filled Tharja's expression, and she turned to Robin, who still seemed uncertain.

"I do believe that we have ourselves a voyeur." She told him. "And it seems she's decided to put herself at our mercy." She turned back to Lyn, and fixed her with a look that dried her throat and soaked her pussy.

Barely trusting her voice, she swallowed, and nodded. "P-please." She croaked.

Tharja turned back to Robin, who looked back at her with a skeptical look. Tharja returned it with an innocent smile, and a shrug. Robin's skeptical look held for a moment, before he sighed lightly, and turned to Lyn with a kind, if still slightly unsure, smile. "What do you want, Lyn?"

"I…" she hesitated, but only for a moment, before it all came out. "I'm so close. Please. I need you to help me cum. I want you two to fuck me."

Robin's eyes widened a little at how blunt and desperate her request was, and he stood there for a moment, stunned, before recovering, and smiling, equal parts curious and mischievous. "Alright, Lyn. Tell us exactly what you want us to do to you."

Lyn frowned, confused and needy. "I… I want you both to fuck me?"

Tharja tutted as she sauntered over to Lyn. "Such a vague request." She said with a hint of mockery to her voice, but Lyn could tell it was meant to be teasing, not cruel. "It could mean so many different things." Her hand grazed Lyn's shoulder as she walked around her, and her fingers lit a fire everywhere they went. Lyn started to follow her as she went, but then Robin spoke, and Lyn faced him instead.

"She's obviously very pent up." Robin pointed out, walking forward slightly. Lyn's gaze traveled down his toned body to his proud cock. "She might be too horny to think straight. Maybe she needs help narrowing things down."

"Mmm. You may be right." Tharja said from behind Lyn. Suddenly, she felt Tharja's hot breath on her neck, and in her ear. "You have three holes, yes?" She whispered, her hands hugging Lyn's stomach. "Your mouth… Your pussy…" Her hands drifted lower, tracing circles in the patch of pubic hair that sat above her pussy, and Lyn's loins ached at her touch. "Your asshole." Lyn's eyes widened at the thought. She'd never considered using that hole. But to her lust-addled mind, the thought seemed enticing, not repulsive.

"Pick two of them." Tharja whispered.

Lyn swallowed. She wasn't sure she wanted to try her asshole right now, which left… "My pussy… and my mouth."

"Alright." Tharja said softly. "Next question: Which of us takes which of your holes?"

Visions of Lyn's fantasies tonight danced and blurred in her mind. "I want… I want you to take my pussy… and Robin to take my mouth." She said, then added, "I want to taste him."

Lyn moaned as Tharja kissed her ear and down her neck, and shuddered when she whispered, "And I would love to taste you."


Lyn carefully straddled Tharja's face. Tharja's hands guided her as she settled in, and hooked around her thighs once she was in place. Lyn slowly lowered herself onto Tharja's lips, and gasped when she felt her start working at her core. Her lips and tongue sucked and licked at her pussy and clit and gods Lyn had forgotten how good it felt to have another person do things like this to her. Every lick and suck was lightning through her body, leaving every part of her tingling.

She was already so close. Her time in the shower had brought her to the brink of orgasm before she'd been discovered, and she hadn't backed very far away from the brink in the intervening moments. Now, with Tharja's lips sucking on her clit, and her tongue pushing into her… Her hands shot to Tharja's head, pulling her close, and she came hard, crying out as she doubled over. Tharja kept up her pressure, and Lyn's chest was heaving, and her body ached wonderfully at her touch, but eventually, it was too much, and she dismounted.

Tharja sat up, bringing her head off of the towel she'd set under it to cushion herself against the hard floor, and looked at Lyn with a quirked brow. "Done already?" She teased. "You weren't kidding about being close, huh? Robin didn't even have a chance to have his fun."

Lyn shook her head. "I was… about to cum." She managed between breaths. "When you… when you found me."

Tharja's teasing look faded, replaced with a genuine smile. "I understand. Take a moment to even yourself out, and we can get back to it."


Tharja beckoned Robin over to her, and Robin walked over. He was ready to help her to her feet, but Tharja made no motion to do so. Instead, she remained on her knees, and took his length into her mouth again.

"I thought I was supposed to take her mouth, not yours." He teased.

Tharja bobbed up and down on his cock, humming in faux-thought, before coming up and saying, "I won't finish you. Promise. But I might as well enjoy myself while I wait for her to recover." And then she went back down onto his cock.

She didn't have him for long before Lyn shuffled over and landed next to Tharja. Tharja removed herself from him once more, and moved away a little bit to give Lyn full access to Robin.

For a moment, she just sat there, kneeling in front of him, staring at it with rapt attention. Then, curiously, almost carefully, she leaned forwards, and kissed his tip. He twitched at the contact. Then, slowly, she pushed forwards, bringing him deeper and deeper into her mouth: first his head, then gradually more and more of his shaft until she bottomed out on his cock. She coughed, her eyes widened, and she pulled back, sputtering.

"Are you alright?" Robin asked, a little concerned.

Lyn nodded, and took a moment to settle her breathing before she spoke. "It hit the back of my throat… I wasn't ready for that. I think I gagged a little." She smiled lightly, a flash of determination in her eyes. "I'll do better this time."

"You don't have to push yourself." Robin said as she resumed her work. If she heard him, she made no sign of it. But to her credit, she didn't bottom out on him like she had last time, and settled into a steady rhythm. Robin sighed, content, and his hands drifted down to Lyn's shoulders. Her lips on his shaft comboed nicely with the work her tongue was doing, and her enthusiasm was a thrilling addition.

Tharja seemed to grow bored just sitting and watching, so instead, she stood, and moved next to Robin. Gently, she took his face in her hands, and pulled him into a kiss. Her tongue slipped effortlessly past his lips and into his mouth, and her hands travelled all over his body, trailing fire in their wake.

With Tharja moaning into his mouth, and Lyn moaning around his cock, Robin found himself rapidly approaching his climax. He pulled away from Tharja's kiss, and breathlessly managed to say, "Lyn, I'm gonna cum!" before Tharja claimed his lips again. Lyn seemed encouraged by his warning, and sped up her movements. Robin grunted as he came, and he felt Lyn falter as his first shot landed in her mouth. Tharja always told him she loved how he tasted. He wondered how Lyn felt. She must not have hated it, at least, since she kept his cock in her mouth until he was finished cumming, and when she pulled off of it, she didn't spit his load down the nearby drain. She seemed to contemplate his taste, swishing it around in her mouth with a pensive look on her face, before swallowing, and smiling.

"So, what next?" Lyn asked.

Robin broke the kiss again, and smiled. "Well, I need a moment to, uh… recharge." He turned to Tharja. "Tharja, you brought some of your potions, right?"

Tharja smiled, and nodded. "Of course. They're in my bag in the locker room."

Lyn looked confused. "Potions?"

"They're stamina potions." Robin said. "A bit of a pick-me-up after blowing my load twice in a row. They help me keep going… and judging by the two of you, I think I'm going to need them."

Lyn nodded in understanding, and Robin walked out of the room and into the locker room. He found where Tharja had stowed her things, and pulled open her bag. He pulled out one of the vials he found in the bag, pulled the stopper, and downed it in one go. He returned to the shower room, and was greeted by the sight of both women kneeling on the floor, waiting for him.

"Now." Tharja said. "Which one of us do you want to fuck first?" She smiled. "No wrong answers, I promise… as long as it's her."

That surprised Robin. He'd come here for Tharja's sake, after all. He was a little surprised to hear she was willing to delay her own gratification for Lyn's sake. For the second time tonight, Robin wondered if Tharja had planned this whole thing. If she'd learned that Lyn had a thing for him, and arranged events such that this little threesome of theirs could come to pass. But he dismissed the thought much more quickly this time. Tharja had been the one to try to get them to leave the showers when Lyn had been discovered, and she'd seemed innocent enough in the whole thing… well, as innocent as convincing him into the threesome could be.

But he took her question and answer in stride. If she wanted him to fuck Lyn first, he didn't have any objections.

"Well, you heard her, Lyn." Robin said, approaching the two of them. "You're up first." He offered her a hand, and helped her stand up. "How do you want to do this?"

Lyn thought for a moment, and then asked, "Do you think all three of us could fit into a stall?"


It was a little bit of a squeeze to get all three of them into the stall, but they made it work. Lyn got the water running, and positioned herself between Robin and Tharja, and kissed Robin's lips. It was a wonderful sight to Tharja. She'd never imagined Robin with another woman before, but hearing Lyn beg for him had awakened something in her. Lyn had been so desperate for him, even if only in a moment of pure need. It was intoxicating. And now, watching the two of them was a wonderful treat.

But that wasn't to say that she'd just sit back and watch. This was still supposed to be a threesome, after all.

She reached around from behind Lyn, and her hands found Lyn's breasts. Her chest was smaller than Tharja's, which meant they fit perfectly in Thaja's hands. Lyn gasped as Tharja's fingers closed around her nipples, and moaned when Robin kept up his kisses all down her neck and clavicle. His lips closed around her nipple, and Lyn's moans peaked, echoing off the walls of the stall.

"P-please." She whimpered. "I… I need you inside me."

Robin pulled himself off of her breast with a pop, and Tharja caught a glimpse of his cheeky smile. "Of course."

Robin repositioned slightly, and his hands dropped to Lyn's hips. Tharja watched over Lyn's shoulder as Robin lined his cock up with Lyn's pussy. He pushed himself forward slowly, and Tharja, pressed up against Lyn's back, could feel Lyn shudder as he seated himself. She squirmed for a moment, and then nodded to Robin. Robin pulled himself out slowly, drawing a low moan from Lyn, and then rocked forwards again, slowly driving himself back into her.

Lyn's arms wrapped around Robin's neck, and she started moving her hips to meet his thrusts. They set a slow, easy rhythm together, and for a moment, Tharja was content to feel Lyn's heat and watch the water run in rivers down their bodies. But she quickly decided to have a little bit of fun.

Her hands found Lyn's breasts again, and she started playing with the slight mounds, weighing them in her hands and tweaking her nipples. She could feel Lyn's heart hammering in her chest, feel her every gasp and sigh.

"Isn't it wonderful?" Tharja whispered into her ear. "To have him deep inside you? To feel yourself coiling around him? To be fucked by his wonderful cock?"

Lyn moaned, and nodded. "It's- gods, yes! It's so good!"

Tharja nipped lightly at Lyn's ear. "I'm glad you think so." One of Tharja's hands left her breast, and started sneaking lower and lower. "He's a wonderfully versatile lover. He can do whatever you want him to." Her hand stroked Lyn's stomach, circling her belly button. "He can be slow and passionate… like you're two newlyweds on your wedding night…" The hand dropped lower still, to the tuft of hair above Lyn's pussy. "Or he can be fast and fierce, fucking you like a man possessed with the greatest lust."

"All you need to do is ask." Tharja whispered.

She heard Lyn swallow, and then, with a voice that shook with the rest of her body, she told Robin what she wanted.

"Harder!"

Robin's strokes sped up almost immediately. Tharja could feel Lyn's back press against her with every thrust. Her hand finished its descent, and her fingers started circling Lyn's clit. Her other hand left Lyn's breast for a moment to turn her head and draw her into a kiss, before returning to its home. Tharja took Lyn's lower lip gently between her teeth, and sucked on it. She tweaked Lyn's nipple, and drew a ragged gasp from her.

Lyn seemed almost overwhelmed by the attention, the sensations, all assaulting her from every which way. Her breath came in shudders and moans and ragged gasps. Her chest heaved with every moment passed. She was strung out, one tug away from coming undone.

So Tharja's fingers closed around Lyn's clit, and she pulled.

Lyn screamed into Tharja's mouth as she came. If Tharja and Robin weren't both holding her up, Tharja thought she might have collapsed in a heap on the floor of the stall. And then Robin hilted himself inside her, and shuddered with her. For a brief moment, the thought that Robin's seed was warming another girl raised a small flare of jealousy in Tharja, but it was quickly replaced with a deep-seated happiness. Robin's blissed-out look could bring Tharja nothing but joy, and the satisfaction that Lyn was now radiating filled Tharja with the sense of a job well-done.

The two of them remained coupled for a long moment, and then Robin extracted himself. Tharja watched as his seed flowed out of Lyn's pussy, mixed with the water of the shower, and fell down her legs and into the drain below.

"He… You came inside…" Lyn murmured, placing a hand over her stomach. "Am I…"

"I wouldn't be too worried." Tharja told her calmly. "We use a contraceptive hex. We're in the business of enjoying ourselves, not making children."

"I am sorry about that, though." Robin said softly. "It's a habit. I should have asked."

Lyn nodded. "It's fine… It felt… really good… And there's no harm done, right?" She smiled.

"You're sure?" Robin asked.

"Yes." Lyn said, more confidently this time.

"I'm glad you enjoyed yourself." Tharja said, rubbing her arms comfortingly. "Here, switch with me. It's my turn."

They shuffled, a little awkwardly, and Tharja took Lyn's spot in the middle. Her hand found Robin's cock, and gave it a few loving strokes. She hummed in delight as she felt him harden in her grasp. "I loved your little show, but I think I'll enjoy the spotlight more." She took Robin's hands, and guided them to her ass. He grabbed handfuls of her, and she moaned her approval.

"Don't make me wait too long." She teased, wrapping her hands around his back. Robin rolled his eyes playfully, but dutifully lined himself up with Tharja.

He slowly pushed his way into Tharja, and Tharja's head rolled back as she reveled in the feeling of slowly being filled. She'd forgotten that Lyn was behind her, but Tharja's head met Lyn's shoulder, and Lyn took advantage of her positioning by peppering kisses along Tharja's exposed neck. Tharja moaned as she felt soft hands come around and take hold of her chest. She felt them sink into her boobs and seek out her nipples, and gasped when they found what they were looking for. Lyn rolled her nipples between her fingers, sending shocks of pleasure racing up and down her spine, and they joined with the growing heat supplied by Robin's steady thrusts.

"Is this alright?" She heard Lyn ask quietly.

"You- mmm… You're doing lovely, Lyn." Tharja rolled her hips in time with Robin's thrusts, trying to draw out every bit of pleasure she could. Robin's head dipped towards her shoulders, where he took over Lyn's task of layering kiss after kiss onto her neck and shoulder. She moaned when she felt his kisses grow harder and hotter against her, and her hands held his head close.

Tharja gasped when she felt Robin bite her neck, and suck hard on the spot. The pain mixed and faded into another point of pleasure, and the thought that the spot would almost certainly bruise thrilled her. Maybe she'd go without the gorget tomorrow, and make sure it was on display…

"Mmm. Thank you, Robin…" Tharja whispered. "More… Please!"

He kissed lower, and sped up his movements, pumping away faster. She felt one of Lyn's hands leave her breast, and start trailing its way lower. Robin claimed a spot on her shoulder, and his teeth and lips left another mark there. Lyn's hand rubbed affectionately over Tharja's stomach, circling lower and lower. Robin's hands massaged her ass, squeezing and rubbing and playing with her cheeks. One of Lyn's hands rolled and squeezed a rock-hard nipple between her fingers, as her other hand finally completed its journey south and started teasing Tharja's clit. Stars were filling Tharja's vision, her body was overwhelmed by the heat and the pleasure and the pressure, and her breath came in short, ragged gasps, and Robin's thrusts were frantic now, and there was no order between them, just two bodies desperate to heighten their pleasure together and Tharja could feel herself clenching around his shaft and her moans built to a crescendo and-

Lyn's fingers closed around her clit, and Tharja exploded.


Tharja and Robin came within moments of each other, and Lyn held Tharja close as the pair enjoyed their mutual high. They came down together a minute later, and the three of them separated as best they could in the confines of the stall. Lyn turned off the water, and the three of them filed out of the stall, and set about cleaning up, drying themselves off, and getting ready to leave.

"Um, thank you for, uh… for the night." Lyn managed awkwardly. "I, um… I really enjoyed it."

"Any time, Lyn." Tharja said. "Just let us know next time you want to join in, alright? It'll be much easier than getting caught sneaking a peek."

Lyn laughed nervously. "S-sure. I'll remember that. Have a good night."

"Good night." Robin said.
"Good night, Lyn." Tharja said.

Lyn carried her towel into the ladies changing room, deposited it in a bin, and went to the locker her clothes were in. They were a bit dryer now, as she shrugged into them. As she walked out of the locker room, and made her way to her own room, she reflected on the night, and, at least for now, praised the castle's maintenance staff for their diligence in keeping the baths clean.