Well, there's been some ups and downs this year so far, but here we are to one of my BIG projects - Awakening April!
So this has been planned and drafted for...nearly half a year now, and the couples and scenarios were picked out last December in my server. While the order is gonna be randomized, I thought it would be fun to simply start things off simple, clean, and canon - hope you all enjoy :)


"Brrrr!"

Robin rubbed his arms as he looked around the frost-coated park. The bustle of Ylisstol seemed to melt away while the esteemed tactician looked around. "Now, where is she?" he sighed as he watched his breath linger in the air.

"Right here~"

He blinked at the familiar, chipper, yet sultry voice as his head spun around on his neck. "Cherche?!"

Plomph

Two warm and soft pillows rubbed against his back as a pair of silky, yet steely firm arms wrapped around his shoulders. A finger tapped his lips and stopped him mid-breath. A hot blast of air blew into his cold ear as he made out the smoldering hot words. "Shhh- not so loud… master ."

Robin blinked as he was pushed around on his feet. "Ma-...oh"

The familiar sight of the rosette retainer smiled and curtsied as a rather…interesting maid's attire clung to her bare body. Robin's eyes drew up and down as he drank in the long and lascivious sight. She shifted her pose and did a little pirouette to reveal her still-exposed back and just the hint of pink small clothes under her tiny, black lace skirt. a frilled headdress peeked out of her pink, long tresses and cascaded down to her curvy ass. White stockings and gloves clung to her luscious limbs as her heels crunched on the snow.

"…Here, really?" he asked her.

Cherche grinned as she put her hand on her nearly-exposed chest. "Why not? You're not gonna leave me alone in the cold, are you?" she asked him as she leaned forward and let her bosom bounce.

Her gloved fingers curled over the lacy frills and exposed a hint of her pink nipple. With a smooth grace that didn't mesh with the snow-capped grounds around them, she crooked her finger and beckoned to him. A hint of silver stuck out from the base of her knuckle. "Now, come here, Maaaaster~"

Robin didn't hesitate as he stepped forward and swiftly grabbed the scantily-clad maid around her back and thigh. His own ring cut a cold sting against the bare gap between her skirt and stockings. She ignored the striking sensation as her lips were captured in a hot, warm embrace, courtesy of Robin.

Her Robin.

"Mmmm~"

The snow crunched at their feet as the duo slipped off the stone path and onto the ground. Cherche's back pushed against the tree behind her while she occupied herself with her husband's kiss. Her arms hooked around his back as they eagerly rubbed their groins together. His girth tented out from his pants as her wet panties scraped between her thighs.

The two broke apart only long enough to awkwardly shuffle their clothes aside. Soon Robin's cock bravely and boldly towered out in the cold as he looked at the puffy, drenching, and enticing lips of his beloved wife. She offered him a warm smile as she turned around and hunched over with her hands on the trees. A hand reached down and propped her pussy lips apart. "Come, master - come and warm up," she offered him.

Robin didn't need another invitation as he grabbed her hips and pumped his cock right between her legs. "Oh!" the maid-wife gasped as her nails pushed into the bark.

The two didn't waste time as they set a fast and concerningly loud pace in the public park. Wet slaps echoed through the quiet trees and empty benches around them. Soon there was another sound to add in the form of the Rosanne beauty's sultry, drawn-out coos.

"Oh gods, Robin - right there," she insisted as she arched and rolled her hips back. Her body - warm to the touch, didn't at all seem perturbed by the frost and chill around her. Not like her husband who relied on friction and frantic lust to keep himself warm and eager in her velvet walls. "Yesssss," she arched back and licked her lips.

Robin took his chance and shifted forward until his hot breath reached her ear. She got the hint and turned as far over her shoulder as she could to let her husband capture her lips once again. His advances were welcomed in her mouth while she allowed his tongue to slip and roll between her teeth and against the inside of her cheeks. "Mmmmph~"

The tactician reached between her legs and hiked one of her thighs up. She squeaked in his mouth as her hips continued to roll and crash back against him. Snow shifted and fell down from the tree above them as the horny couple reveled in the park.

Crunch crunch crunch.

Robin pushed his body tight against his wife as he kept his tongue in her mouth. The sounds of footsteps echoed in both their ears even as their hips continued to roll and undulate together, albeit at a softer, quieter pace. Her leg shifted in Robin's arm as her toes dangled and curled in her heels. The thrill - the taboo- made her pussy clamp around his cock in pure, adrenaline-boosted arousal.

Schlick Schlick Schlick

The footsteps neared their tree as someone passed along the walkway. Neither one could make out a face from the cloaked figure as they stumbled through the snow. Cherche cracked her eye open and followed the unknown intruder with a keen eye that cut through the thick fog of lust that had claimed her brain.

Robin slipped back until only his cock remained in her pussy…before he pushed back in.

"O-Ooh!"

Cherche squeaked and rubbed her calf against her husband's back. The softening crunches spurred the two on as their eager bodies sought to fill the silent gap that had claimed the park once more. Soon their ears rang with the wet slaps of skin and the duet chorus of trills and coos as their body heat wafted and melted the snow off their bodies.

"Gods, Cherche…t-that was-"

"-Exactly what I hoped," she finished his sentence before she dipped back and claimed his lips again. Her hand shifted and pushed against his chest while she happily rolled and clapped her hips against his. She could feel her nipples scrape against her lacy bustier as the cold wind clashed over her scorching hot body.

"Cherche…I'm close," he warned her as he sped up. Though it was already quite clear the chill had claimed and sapped his vigor as he struggled to keep a steady and swift pace against his seductive wife's body. She merely shifted to pick up the slack in service of her husband as the couple worked towards their mutual, much-coveted release.

And like everything, they'd reach it together.

Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap!

Whomf!

"Gah!"

Robin sputtered as a blanket of snow landed right on him while he plowed his wife. Cherche herself gasped and shivered from the sudden chill. Somehow she blindly leaned through the cold sheet and found her husband's numb, but warm cheek to plant her lips on. One kiss, two, and then he tilted enough to match tongue for tongue. The swift, frantic swipes over her palate made her back arch towards him as a nipple popped out of her bustier.

"C-C-C-Cumming!"

Cherche slammed back onto his crotch as he twitched and erupted in her eager womb. The maid trembled as her eyes rolled up behind her disheveled pink hair. Her lids twitched and cracked the dust of frost that had settled over her face. Hot gasps of wordless breath blew out from her chapped lips. Her ankle rubbed against Robin's mid-back while her foot twitched and spasmed in her heels.

And he didn't stop.

Somehow, against the chill, and his own lethargy, he persisted. Even as his cock unleashed enough jizz to pack her womb he pulled back and thrust forward. The seed in her body sloshed and crashed like a private sea of sin while the lingers of their future scions leaked down her thighs and into her stockings. It made his lovely rosette wife grin as she struggled to buck her hips back again and again.

"Oh, Robin….Haaaaa-"


"-Hachoo!"

Cherche sniffed and slumped over in her bed with an uncharacteristic pout on her face. Robin stood beside her with a look that somehow mixed pity and smug vindication. "Guess that wasn't the best idea, was it?

"Hachoo!"

The rosette sighed as her beloved leaned forward and gently dabbed her nose. "Minerva's worried about you, Cherche."

Oh, my poor Minervakins, so sweet to watch after me," she lamented as her body shivered under her hot, heavy sheets.

"Indeed," Robin chuckled as he pulled off his tactician's garb. He cast his cloak aside and revealed a crisp, well-kept uniform on his body. One he 'borrowed' from a certain wary knight while he enjoyed his much-deserved honeymoon vacation. Her husband's somewhat slimmer body stuck out over the stocky-fitted clothes. "Now…is the lady ready for her soup?" he bowed and gestured to the hot bowl on a tray beside him.

Cherche nodded as a smile curled on her rosy cheeks. She shifted aside in bed to give her personal butler room to sit down as he brought a silver spoon to her lips. The warm touch of fresh-made soup made her toes curl in her slippers.

'Seems my idea wasn't so bad, was it Robin?' she mused to herself while her ring-clad hand slipped forward under the covers and caressed his hand.


Just some fun and sexy romps between a happily married couple - always a fun little vanilla morsel to take a taste of. We'll have to see what the rest of the month brings up, but I make you a very solemn promise - these are fully, FULLY mutual, regardless of the scenario or couple being presented. Anyway, hope you enjoyed this, and look forward to what's coming next - see you tomorrow!