Happy Birthday, Tiki - Here's a BIG and LONG overdue celebration in the form of a commission from last year.
And this is indeed big - so big it's being split into four parts over the next month or so. I hope you all enjoy it :)
A Divine's Army
by Scrib_eyeSteak
Tiki settled back on the moss bed as she awaited her first offering. The Voice lazily glanced up at the rosy petals of the tree that dominated this tiny islet in the underground spring. The sun gleamed over her head from the opening of the cave as the fresh Valmese coast blew in.
The Manakete adjusted her dress with growing impatience. She knew the Shepherds were camped outside, near the ruins on the Divine Dragon Grounds. They would have to come to meet her soon enough if they wanted to fulfill their end of her demands.
"You wish to be-?!"
"I wish to be fucked - screwed, laid, rutted. Whatever words you have for it now," Tiki bluntly declared. Her arms remained crossed as she gazed over the two men that had stepped up to her. She permitted herself the base pleasure of a swift glance to appraise them while they tried to process her demands.
Robin and Chrom gaped at such words that passed divine lips. While both had anticipated her power, neither one had expected the Voice to be so blunt or crass. The tactician recovered first. "Is this about the gemstone?"
Tiki shook her head. "Azure is already yours, it has no bearing on this trade. Do not be mistaken - I am eternally grateful to you and your friends for defending me with your very lives," she offered them a bow and a smile of gratitude.
Yet quick as it came, her smile departed and left a grim look upon her divine brow. "But for my power- my mother's power is a different matter with its own weight to bear. So I would make a request of my own- to be ran through all the men in your army."
Chrom shook his stupor away and asked both blunt and candid. "Why us, and why now?"
Tiki tucked back a lock of hair before she hugged her chest with a forlorn expression. "Two thousand years I have slumbered. Two thousand years that let the world slip through my fingers as I slept. Two thousand years as my body yearned and craved for touch. A male's touch."
Naga's daughter turned to them with a glare that showed the full beauty and fury of the Divine Dragons. With eyes that shined in lights and colors unfathomable and a voice that seemed to bellow from the heavens, she made her decree known clear. "If I am to accompany you, I would request that you at first sate my desires, and then ever afterwards".
She stepped past them and looked over the waters off the cliff. Her voice grew soft again as she explained herself with more ration and reason. "You know, Manaketes have cravings not too unlike you humans. Yet to repress them as I have is...risky indeed. I would gladly give you my power to save this world and avert its ruinous future. But first I must be certain that my own power will not fill the void. You understand I trust?"
"You wish to prevent the world's ruin by your own hands?" Robin inquired.
Tiki's lips curled up, but there was hardly mirth in her smile. "A certain kind of ruin, yes. Do we have an accord?" she asked him plain
Robin exchanged glances with Chrom before he stepped back to let the Lord make his choice. Chrom himself crossed his arms and stared the Voice square in her eyes. Tiki said and did nothing as she impassively met his gaze. "And how many of us would it take to...convince you?" he finally asked.
The Voice's thin smile widened.
Everyone - every single man they had to spare. The Shepherds were a force in potent fighting form, and with that would realistically come the stamina and maybe some of the skills in the bedroom to match. Still, it was unlikely she would find any single one that could contain the raw price that divine dragon power came saddled with.
Tiki hugged her arms as a shudder passed down her spine. Her hips squirmed as the thoughts of what lascivious acts were certainly forthcoming to her. To aid her. To appease her and her necessary request.
She had no delusions that this accord would have backlash, but there was little else she could do. It wasn't wholly by choice - to take her power back after she'd untapped it would be disastrous if she ended up losing her wits. Already she felt it lick and nibble away at the edges of her mind while she waited in silent agony.
This was what must happen. The Voice didn't desire this, nor did she seek to sow ill will or discontent. She merely wanted to ensure that if things turned for the worse that her now allies would be able to wrest her back. Her intentions were purely noble.
Clearly.
Her Manakete's ears twitched as footsteps echoed into the grotto. Her eyes turned to the passage as she composed herself. The first of many Shepherds who would sate her needs both now and in the foreseeable future.
And she was already wary.
Gregor lumbered into the passage and over the rocky steps. He offered the inhuman beauty and admittedly charming smile. "Ah, this is Tiki, yeah? Gregor remember hearing many tales of you when he had jobs in Valm!"
The Voice smiled to hide her grimace as he stepped forward. His age hardly bothered her and he looked spry enough. Perhaps there would be more to this man than her first, lackluster impressions. 'Keep an open mind,' she told herself as he approached her.
"NGH! NGH! NGH!"
Tiki grit her teeth as she struggled to grip the bark. Her nails dug into the tree as the mercenary went to town behind her. She felt his rough, coarse hands tighten on her hips as each thrust nearly sent her face-first into the bark. Her dress rumpled and shifted as her bare bottom was exposed to the cool grotto. Her panties remained down around her ankle as she was pulled back and forth on thick, large sellsword cock.
Gregor hadn't wasted time with words at all before he ripped her panties off and rammed her from behind. No pageantry or flair, just right to the raw action. A part of her greatly appreciated a man who didn't beat around the bush, but most of her just wanted to get even a small bit of pleasure first. 'He's bigger than I expected at least,' she mused to herself.
"Huuah! G-Gregor didn't expect such tightening!" he grunted.
The Voice rolled her eyes at his addled speech as she felt his eyes bore on her from behind. She snapped her hair aside to see if he would follow the rippling green ribbon. His gaze stayed locked on her back though even as her hair settled again. 'Tch, persistent, aren't you?' she grumbled to herself.
Gregor was utterly ignorant to her plight as he rammed her with force and speed that truly belayed his advanced age. He handled her without any tact or decorum- no reverence for her status as Voice or the daughter of holy Naga. but to him, she may as well be a bar wench or an alley strumpet.
A part of her admittedly found it charming.
A-Ahh! Ha-Hoo!"
His deep labored grunts echoed in her pointed ears as he used the Manakete as a fucktoy. The longer he went, the more she found herself taken by the experience. The swell in her pussy as it sawed in and out sent delightful shivers up her spine. The loud, wet slaps of skin against skin bore little whisps of bliss with each thunderous clap. Against her own wishes, her head tilted forward until she touched the tree with her forehead.
The Voice shuddered as her heels arched up and her toes curled in the dirt. Her hips slowly started to roll back to meet his thrusts. Each one made the sparks tingle and stoked the ember in her stuffed loins. Her nails dug further into the bark as the lightest gasp of breath escaped her lips. "O-Ooooh," she mumbled.
HAAH!"
Tiki winced as a rather sizable load of cum fired into her womb. The thick cock shoved in and out of her tight pussy as he sprayed her velvet walls in milky seed. If she were a mortal woman she may have found herself utterly captivated. But she wasn't, and she was only bemused at best.
Gregor pulled out and sent a last shot of cum across her bare rump before he collapsed on his knees. His breathing came in deep, labored gasps as the orgasm had sapped his strength. "Hoo...Hoo-haah, Beautiful Dragon is mighty indeed," he chuckled.
Tiki had long tired of this broken-tounged fool and his antics. She turned to face him with her ire clear in her eyes. "Is my beauty so striking as to render you dumb?" she growled.
"Eh? What is Voice meaning?" Gregor looked up and cocked his head. "Ah, forgive Gregor. Is hard to grasp tounge still."
Tiki blinked as the pieces started to fall into place. "...What were you told, Mercenary?"
"Gregor was being told to 'woo the dragon' as Gregor does best," he grunted between his gasps.
The Voice helped him to his feet as the full picture manifested before her. That made much more sense. Even in her transcendent state, she had seen him in battle, and his technique could hardly be referred to as 'restrained. In light of that, she had to admit that his performance had surpassed her expectations of him.
Tiki bowed her head low to him. "I see. Forgive me, I assumed you were too feeble and addled to satisfy my selfish desires. That is my folly."
"No No, Gregor is enjoying brutal honesty of beautiful dragon," he guffawed. His hearty laughs were suddenly choked as a smooth, yet firm hand wrapped around his flaccid cock.
"Beautiful dragon may be willing to spend more time with Gregor if she joins...yes?" Tiki leaned in as her hand glided up and down his messy shaft. She leaned in and suckled his neck as he groaned and grunted in her smooth, methodical handjob. Her palm pumped down to his shaft and then all the way up to tickle his tip as she leaned into his ear and cooed.
"Now, may Gregor leave so that beautiful dragon may freshen up for the next?" she purred and pecked his cheek. She stepped back and left him in a brief daze. The old swellsword snapped out of it and quickly pulled up his trousers before he shuffled off with a big, stupid grin. "Oh my, that was...rather fun," she giggled to herself.
Miscommunication notwithstanding, she would see the mercenary as a boon once he learned how to handle her properly. "Hopefully the next one is more restrained and composed," she wished under her breath.
Ah, such beauty at last~"
'Oh no,' she winced at the voice behind her.
Tiki groaned as her body splayed out on the moss-covered bedding beneath the tree. Her eyes found themselves up in the rosette-clad branches as she struggled to endure the sensations that had invaded her being.
Or lack thereof.
The pompous, self-professed 'archest of archers' had at least given her time to strip down and lay out before he mounted her. He loomed over her as his modestly long, thin cock slipped right in. his hands wrapped around her body as he fondled and played with her lovely body.
"Aah my dear Tiki - to think such beauty could stand our impure world," he oozed into her ear as his hands kneaded her tender, flawless flesh. His fingers sunk into her supple breasts as he kneaded and squeezed them with slow, methodical touch. He poured more silken coos as he marveled and caressed her. "To think that heaven itself could be here on this sinful earth - truly breathtaking."
Tiki bit back her own, less kind breath at his natter. 'Heavenly' may have actually been the issue - he wasn't touching her anywhere that would actually make an impact. Whatever potentially truthful accolades he had with the finer sex, he'd never laid with a Manakete, clearly. It was almost remarkable how often his fingers simply missed the spots she knew would elicit a reaction. Her only sense of pleasure came from the friction as his dick sawed in and out of her tight loins.
Virion's platitudes poured in one ear and out the other as Tiki let him do as he will with her body. A part of her wanted to give the Rosanne man a chance, much as she'd given the Swellsword in fact. But while her time with Gregor had been mostly positive, she couldn't really say the same with the alleged 'archest of archers'.
His hands shifted from her breasts up to her shoulders as he massaged her. Once more his fingers seemed almost repulsed from the actual spots that would make her Manakete body respond as his professed knowledge worked against him. If she were in a humorous mood she'd almost banter with him about that and perhaps goad him to spread out more.
But the Manakete had no such interest- not with a man that wielded an ego bigger than his genitals and technique that amounted to flailing against her body.
Tiki almost sighed in relief as the hot spunk finally fired into her body. Her hips rolled back a bit to coax more and more of his seed to her most sacred hoard. After some time she found some merit in how remarkably long his orgasm lasted. Well after her womb sloshed in the duke's noble cum in fact.
Virion pumped in her pussy one last time before he smoothly removed his cock and moved off her. He shifted away behind her as he collected his effects. The Manakete said nothing as he donned his apparel again while she mulled her thoughts in relative peace. Eventually, she slowly slid herself to the edge of the makeshift mattress until her bare feet touched the ground.
The dragon opened her legs and glanced down at her crotch. The admittedly potent-looking seed dripped down her thighs and pooled on the ground at her feet. She felt a pair of hands roll on her bare shoulders as the re-dressed man cooed in her ear. "And how was that, my dear?"
Tiki bit back a growl before she turned with the widest smile she could fake. It was...pleasing," she explained.
"Ah but that wounds me," Virion shook his head in displeasure.
She blinked and cocked her head. "What does?"
"That you would try to lie and protect my feelings, my dear Tiki," he explained. The man had the audacity to bend on a knee as he glanced up at her. "Please, If I may leave with anything from you, let it be the truth."
The woman blinked and breathed deep. Her next words carried no warmth as a cold, almost cruel glare was levied upon the archer. "You're performance was lacking, nay- horrible. I felt nothing at all with whatever your hands were doing. The only minute degree of pleasure you offered me came from your loins, and even that was uninspired at best. I felt more stimulation out of Gregor, however short it was."
The Manakete crossed her arms and glowered at the stunned foppish man before her. "I'm not impressed so far, human. If it were up to you two, I would reject the Shepherds outright. Tell that to the prince and your tactician. Now stop wasting my time and go bring the next one."
Virion was clearly stunned by her harsh words but kept his composure long enough to offer a shaky bow before he rose to his feet. "As you wish."
Tiki's eyes remained on Virion's back as he left the grotto behind. Her vision lingered long after he had left the cave proper, somehow with his head still held up. If nothing else she would give him some minute credit for not breaking down and weeping like a babe. A part of her did feel guilty about how needlessly callous she sounded. Yet the other part felt only relief. Relief that hadn't come from sex but rather her scathing rebuttal.
With a weary sigh, she pulled off her stockings and dipped her toes into the grotto water around her to prepare for the next Shepherd…
"I see. Alright, VIrion - dismissed."
Chrom leaned back in his chair as Virion walked away. Robin turned to the lord and rubbed the back of his head. "Okay, so putting our two most active men at her first wasn't the best call," the tactician admitted.
His lord grunted, not really in the mood to humor apology nor levy blame. He let Robin sit back down before he asked a single question. "So what do we do now?"
The tactician said nothing at first as he looked down at the roster in front of him. The names of the Shepherds were listed out, alongside Robin's handwritten notes of possible strengths and strategies to handle this rather unusual form of combat. Eventually, he simply crumpled it up and tossed it aside.
Chrom's brow perched as he watched Robin pull a fresh piece of paper and a quill out. "Let's go back to basics. We need to know what kind of things Tiki likes and wants if we're gonna have any success with this," he explained.
Chrom stroked his chin in thought. The cold sting of his wedding band made him wince as its usual comfort seemed absent in the face of this twisted affair. But the lord wouldn't flinch away, and nor would he pluck off the ring that bonded him to his beloved queen. He carried her grief, her woes, as he made decisions on the behalf of the loyal men in his army. "Basic huh...I think I know who you mean."
"Hmmm," Tiki mulled as she sat on the moss bed and looked at the brunette before her. His armor was already placed aside as his utterly modest cock stuck out in front of her. Her own dress stayed off to the side as she scratched her chin and asked, "So you have no claim of your own?"
"I've had a few partners," Stahl admitted.
"Nothing to boast?" she narrowed her eyes.
"I'm not that kind of guy," he told her.
Tiki blinked and looked for any signs of deceit. It was refreshing when she found none. "Hmm, I suppose that's respectable. How do you wish to proceed?"
Stahl stepped forward and glanced up at the slightly taller Manakete beauty. "Anything you want me to do, I will," he told her.
Tiki mulled his offer - she'd not actually expected to be the one leading at any point and had been hoping to be handled over by her partners. Still, after the last debacle, she'd be willing to give the plain knight a go. So she shifted over and patted the moss.
The knight stepped forward and laid down as ordered. Tiki pushed her leg over his side and straddled him. She paused to flip her hair back before she grabbed his wrists. "Alright then. Grab my hips, like so," she placed his hands on her sides.
Stahl did as instructed and guided her loins to his cock. He shuddered as his tip brushed against her slit. Her hands pulled away and let him take over. He tried to push her down.
Tried.
"G-Gods!" the knight gasped at the sheer, overwhelming heat that threatened to incinerate him within her loins. But worse than the heat was the sheer, oppressive grip that fought against his attempts to thrust up.
"Fight it - Manaketes are not so easily conquered. It takes time and patience," Tiki warned him as she rocked her hips to guide him along. Her hands traced down his wrists as she set a slow, tepid pace.
"O-Okay," he grunted as he bucked up. The Manakete let him settle the remaining terms as she rocked back and forth. Slowly, his thrusts went deeper and deeper until her crotch touched his.
"Good. here-" she grabbed one of his hands and levied it on her bosom. "Focus on my nipples, but don't pinch them - circles," Tiki instructed.
Stahl nodded and did as she wished. His palm squeezed her breast as she rocked atop him. His thumb dipped in and pressed against her areola. Her hard, pebbly nipple shuddered as his nail brushed over it. His other hand squeezed her side as he traced from her armpit down to her rump. "How's that?"
T-That's better, yes," she tucked a stray hair back and nodded. She shifted slightly back and pushed out her pelvis. Her hand traced down her stomach and right towards the hood over her stuffed loins. "Do you feel that nub, above my pussy? It's like your human clitoris, but it's only sensitive when a Manakete feels great pleasure."
"H-have you felt that yet?" He asked.
"Mmm...Not in several centuries...perhaps you may be the first?" she mused as her lips curled up.
Banter - banal and perhaps a little dry, but still some exchange. It made her feel a little more favorable to the young man that he was taking her words to heart. His ministrations slowly won her over until he earned a most coveted prize.
"Mmm~"
Tiki's coo rang clear in the grotto -the first mewl of a Manakete's unfettered bliss. Her body squirmed and shivered atop him as she felt much-desired pleasure. "H-he's learning,' she quietly beamed as her hand traced down to the hand on her hip.
"C-Cumming!"
She moaned in disappointment as yet another creampie was shot into her womb far, far too soon for her tastes. The amount or viscosity simply didn't matter to her compared to that one flash of bliss that had crawled up her spine. She merely slid off his crotch before he even finished. Her eye was drawn to the last rope of spunk that shot over his abs before his dick went limp.
The Manakete settled next to him and traced her finger along the sticky seed and plopped the digit in her mouth. Stahl shivered at the lingering tinges left by her touch while she sampled his cum. "Ulp. Hmm, not bad," she admitted.
Another dollop was scooped up and poured into her mouth. Stahl watched as her long, inhuman tounge slithered out and flicked around her finger to collect his seed. The salty spunk slid down her tounge as she slipped it back into her mouth. "Yes, there's room to refine this. Anyway, that will be all," she dismissed him with a wave.
The knight nodded as he struggled with his pants. The Voice sat on her moss rock and watched him limp away. His pitched breath echoed in her ear long after his verdant plate left her sight.
Tiki bit her lip. She'd felt it - right before he came. The tinges of pleasure that had welled up when she was with Gregor. Not enough to make much of a difference, but enough to be felt at least. She'd put Stahl in the exact middle between the Swellsword and the Archest Archer - not good, but not bad either. 'I wonder how the next will fair,' she mused.
"H-Howdy, ma'am."
The Voice blinked out of her thoughts and beheld the man...no, the boy before her. He blushed and looked away from her immodest state. She crossed her arms under her bare breasts and mused aloud, "A child? No wait, you are the boy with the axe, yes?"
"J-Just a simple villager, ma'am," he answered her.
Tiki shook her head and frowned. "I had not expected the Shepherds to send someone so...young."
Donnel slumped over under his pot. "Sorry to disappoint, ma'am," he apologized.
Tiki shook her head and walked towards the boy. The holy Voice herself dipped down on a knee and gently cupped his cheek. "It is not you I am aghast at. But it is of no consequence. So how will you take me, young hero?"
Her causal inquiry made his gaze flicker back. "I um...well to be frank yer holiness I'm uh…"
"You are unspoiled," she flatly declared. Her disappointment bore down on him as he tried to swiftly recover.
"But I'm willing to give 'er a shot! Anything you wanna do, ma'am," he insisted.
The voice sighed but smiled at his offer. Her hand stroked his cheek before it gently shifted back to his nape. "Just Tiki is fine...and very well," she declared as she pulled him forward.
"M-Ma'-mmph?!"
Tiki's lips overwhelmed him as she stole his virgin kiss. Her long tounge coiled and flicked against his sealed mouth. She gently wrapped an arm around his back and easily pulled him off his feet and towards the moss bed.
'Perhaps this won't be so bad,' she mused as she tugged at his belt.
"Are you insane?!"
Chrom winced at the more-than-justified anger that weighed down on him. Robin had been split off by the group of Shepherd women that had stormed into the royal tent and confronted the co-conspirators. Both men had anticipated this reaction but admittedly hadn't expected it so soon.
Or all together.
Cherche shook her head and added onto Cordelia's outburst. "I must say - are you certain this wasn't Milord Virion's plan? Or perhaps your games with him have caused some tendencies, Prince Chrom?"
"What the hell, Chrom? What kind of bullshit is this?!" Sully grunted as she slammed her fist on the desk. The prince eyed the cracks left in her wake with some trepidation.
Robin shook his head and tried to step forward. "This wasn't just Chrom! It was a mut...mutual…"
He trailed off at the heaps of scorn that was now levied his way. Chrom wasn't offered respite though as the youngest, and admittedly the only future child of the group stepped forward and aired her own disapproval.
"Prince Chrom, surely you see the blatant bias you've levied on Lady Tiki to recruit her?" Nah growled at the besieged exalt.
Yeah, that's not fair!" Nowi agreed. The other women nodded in agreement as they still glared at Robin. Nah turned to her mother in shock as a rare moment of respect for the older Manakete welled in her daughter's bosom. At least until she stepped up and leaned over the desk with a mischievous grin. "Buuuuut, if we're talking about pleasing Manaketes~"
"M-Mother!"
"Mmmwah~"
Tiki pulled back from the farmboy's lips as her hand still jerked off his modest, hard cock. The divine Voice and her young stud sat against the edge of the moss bed as she taught him the basics of sex. She felt him squirm and shift in her grasp as she licked his spit off her mouth. "You're getting better, boy," she complimented him.
"T-Thank ye, ma'am," Donnel grunted out. His hips bucked and buckled in her palm as he fought the urge to cum.
Tiki chuckled at his humble, honest response as she let her palm rub up and down his shaft. She leaned over the shorter boy and let her long tounge lick against his cheek. He shuddered against her wet tounge as she leaned in and purred right into his ear. "Now, let me show you something before we start," she explained.
Her free hand shifted to his back as she gently coaxed him into the middle of the bed. Her hand stayed on his cock as she let him lay flat before she straddled his chest. Her palm remained behind her rump as she let him ogle her amazing body. "Do you know what sex is, Donnel?
"I um...I know the basics, from the farm at least," he admitted with a nervous chuckle.
His naivete should've made her bristle, but if anything, it made her tremble in excitement. Slowly, she pushed her hand down to his base and held his cock straight up. Tiki let her hips roll up and over the shaft until it was poised against her pussy lips. She arched down until they were nose-to-nose before she breathed in his face. He blinked at the particles of light in his eyes. "Well, that should be good enough. Here - allow me to fill the gaps~" she declared as she pushed her hips down atop him.
"G-Geezuup!" he gasped at the intense friction that squeezed his cock.
Mmm~" Tiki purred in agreement as she gently rolled her hips down his shaft. Her hands stroked against his bare chest as she let him adjust to her tight, moist walls. His skin shuddered and sprouted gooseflesh as her nails idly traced over him. "Go slowly," she urged the farm boy
Thus Tiki's guidance led the humble farm boy to manhood. Her edicts, her words, compelled him to follow her example. He held her where she whimmed, and earned further and further favor with every slow, even thrust. They went for some time - long enough for the shadows to shift on the walls as the sky above glowed gold. His pace never reached too fast as the intense pressure of sex overwhelmed him.
"O-Oof!"
Donnel slammed up into her crotch and erupted his potent load. Her velvet walls coaxed out his rustic spunk to defile the holy temple of Naga's blood. He thrusted on and on as he dumped his fertile seed into her hoard.
"Mmm"
She mewled as Donnel's cum rushed to her eager womb. However, unlike her prior romps, she had no tinges of disappointment at such an abrupt climax. It may have been too soon for her desires, true. Yet the heat and the friction actually kept her riled up until she passed a threshold - one that she'd not crossed in quite some time.
"Ohoooo~" Tiki's eyes rolled back. Donnel gasped as her already-tight pussy clamped and milked his dick until he was utterly spent. His limp shaft was pushed out of her loins and hit his bare crotch with a wet slap. A minor drizzle of spunk and quim escaped before her pussy lips sealed up tight. The Manakete collapsed atop him, eyes rolled up and tounge lulled out.
"Ma'am?" he asked her, concerned.
The Voice didn't respond at first, or not for some time. Donnel remained pinned beneath her as he waited for her to respond. Eventually, she slowly rose and blinked her climactic tremor away. The sweat that glistened on her body was a pale shadow compared to the lustrous shine in her eyes or the radiant smile on her lips. "You don't know how much you've helped me today, boy"
Her praise washed over him as a shudder reached his loins. She felt him twitch against her bare stomach, but she paid it no mind. Instead, she reached up and grabbed the back of his head before she pulled herself into his lips for a firm, but welcome kiss. Donnel barely even blinked before she'd pulled back with the same smile still stretched across her face. "Mmm, perhaps we can do some more...another time though."
She rolled off him and let the farm boy go. For his part, he mumbled out all manner of rustic platitudes and gratitudes as he struggled to dress. She faintly heard him mumble a 'Thank you, ma'am' before he left the grotto, and her, behind. In all that time she couldn't stop the smile that remained curled up on her lips.
"Someone's happy."
Tiki finally blinked out of her thoughts and turned to the next man - a quite familiar man at that. Her smile actually widened as she appraised the well-built warrior that stood before her, illuminated by the light from the grotto's mouth. His family's sigil seemed to glow on his bare shoulder before her very eyes. She licked her lips and cooed out his name.
"Prince Chrom."
Robin tried to focus on the paper in front of him and not the two people in the tent - one who stood at stoic attention, the other sat down across from him as she tried to keep herself together. The tactician only managed to re-read the same line three dozen times before he set it down with a sigh and turned to the anxious queen. "Olivia-"
"I'm fine!"
Robin and even the wary knight blinked at her sudden reaction. The dancer's forced smile quickly fell along with her facade as she retreated back into herself. Her eyes grew misty as pools of grief welled up over her cheeks. "I...I'm fine," she lied as she rubbed her shoulders and looked away.
Robin glanced to Frederick, who shared a gaze with the amnesiac. The usually solemn knight gave a slight nod before he shifted back. The tactician shifted his papers aside and cleared his throat to get her attention again.
"Olivia - I know this is hard on you," he tried to start.
No, it's...It's…" she trailed off and tried to find an excuse. Her fingers busied themselves with her braids as the queen struggled to find any kind of reason to lionize the reality she'd been faced with. Her ring glinted in the torchlight until it nearly blinded the guilt-ridden tactician who'd just sent his best friend to the belly of the proverbial beast.
"...Yes, it is," she finally slumped over and let the tears flow.
"Oooh, Chrom~"
Tiki's sultry moans echoed in the exalt's ear as he ground against her absolutely wet loins. She took his lips again as she writhed and rubbed her body against his. She pulled his lip back and let it snap before she cooed, "I'm surprised to see you so soon."
Chrom groaned as he felt her shapely body roll against his. I...thought it best to step in sooner," he admitted.
'Hmm...was it you, or Robin?' she mused to herself as she spoke aloud, "And I suppose you won't disappoint me?" she asked as her eyes fluttered.
Chrom said nothing, but his body was far too honest. Tiki offered a lascivious chuckle. "Of course not. I can surmise how well you tend to your queen by scent alone," she explained.
The Exalt bristled at the explications. "Right," he grunted.
She let a smile curl on her lips as the man touched and squeezed her body. He tried to guide her to the moss bed, but she swiftly shook her head. "No, not there - I was thinking you could join me in the waters, perhaps?" she offered with a smile.
"He tried to smile back. "Of course," he complied as he followed her and tried to ignore the glint from his oddly warm finger…
Olivia wept openly as Frederick stood by with the softest tissues for her copious tears. Robin had recused himself to let the knight and queen have much-needed peace as he prepared for the rest of this ludicrous endeavor.
Sniiiiiiif
The queen set the damp, crumpled tissue down and reached for another. However, her fingers stopped just as Frederick held it out for her. The master knight said nothing as she slowly brought her hand back and curled it over her frantically pounding heart.
"Chrom...I know you'll be strong...s-so I'll be strong too," she told herself. Slowly, her tears dried as her eyes settled...
"Oooh Lord Chrom - does this feel good?"
Tiki's query came over the gentle sounds of lapping waters and clapping skin. Her hand traced up over his bare back while he rolled his hips down against her prone body. Each thrust rocked her body over the smooth stones beneath the shallow water. His hands gripped her hips below him as she was constantly coaxed along his cock. The grotto's crisp waves welled around her as she felt the contrast between cool water and warm pleasure.
Warm, yet blatantly numb bliss.
She repeated her question and snapped him out of his stupor. He looked down at her and her long green hair that lazily splayed out around her. "It feels...wonderful. Truly wonderful," he explained as his hips rocked back and forth.
The Voice nodded but frowned. She knew well he spoke true, but there was something else. Something that remained absent and had been filled with an inferior substitute. "You feel guilt."
Chrom stopped even as she rolled up against him. He looked into her eyes -right against the inhuman light of her soul, and sighed. "I do, yes"
Tiki clicked her teeth at his blunt honesty. Her hand withdrew from his back and instead traced over his bare, muscular chest. He felt her nail poke against his skin and nearly winced from the impact. "This is not love between us - it is flesh. A dragon's flesh and a human's skin. My expectations have yet to be met by you, Prince Chrom, and yours is the one I would hold to be most crucial."
The Manakete bucked her hips and spurred him back to action. The gentle waves and soft slaps made her sensitive ears twitched as she carried on with her lecture. "I warned you of why I sought such an affair, yes? That my power must be safely assured to be under containment?"
He nodded as his hips suddenly jerked against hers. Tiki bit back a growl as she tipped her head up and bored deep, unfathomable holes into his soul. Her hand traced up from his back and dug into his royal blue hair as she mustered all her energy to speak. "So please - for the sake of my own newly unfettered power and my sanity - fuck me."
It was nary a whisper, yet thundered through the grotto. Chrom said nothing as his hips slowed once more. He pulled back until only the tip remained in her hot, needy pussy.
He rammed down. Hard.
"A-aah!"
Tiki gasped in shock as the Exalt abruptly pulled right back out again. He slammed into her again and was already pulled back before another breath escaped her lips. His rough pace grew more and more swift as the water around them was more and more disturbed.
"Yes. Yes Yes! That's i-iiit!"
The voice shrieked in delight as he grabbed her breasts. His firm coarse hands kneaded and squeezed her tits until her nipples poked against his palms. Her legs wrapped over his back as he drilled her into the rocks below. Her hands reached up and scraped at the rocky bottom of the pond as delighted hisses escaped her clenched teeth.
She felt it - not just his cock in her pussy or his hands against her breasts. She felt the very air itself as it sung to her. She felt the water as it kissed her, the ground as it caressed her. Her already-honed Manakete sense practically ignited as she was pounded into a crater in the shallows. She felt it all.
And it felt wonderful.
Chrom barely seemed to struggle against her leg lock as he rammed into her tight snatch. He pushed himself and everything he was into the divine act wrested upon him. Sweat gleamed off his body and danced against the golden skies above. He felt his release near and struggled to fight it back. 'Have to hold on. Have to...hold...on!'
"AAAH!"
"GODS"
Chrom's roar never reached Tiki's ears as she ascended in orgasmic bliss. Her tight loins clamped down and easily claimed the exalted cock as she milked him dry. His hips struggled to pull back even as he pumped countless heirs and heiresses into her divine womb. Lucina and Inigo's siblings sloshed in the Manakete's most sacred horde.
Splash!
Her legs finally gave out and splashed down around his feet. Chrom pulled out with a gasp as his seed shot over Tiki's body. The spunk clung to her body while the excess floated on the water around her. Her holy temple remained desecrated in the purified waters as she spoke in tounges beyond human comprehension.
The Exalt shook his head and stumbled back as he tried to cope with the truth of what he'd just done. "I...f-forgive me, but I must go now," he insisted.
Tiki said nothing as her body rocked from the vigors of climax. Her eyes remained up to the grotto's roof and the amber glow of sunset that peeked in as he threw on his clothes and shuffled away.
