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Robyn looked over the older man's shoulder as he opened the heavy wrought-iron doorway to the treasury in Ylissetol. Her eye glanced at the key in his hand with some trepidation. She didn't doubt that it was a valid one, nor that it had been offered willingly to her and her companion as a boon for their service. Still, she couldn't help but wonder if there was some pretense hidden from her keen eyes.
"-byn? Robyn?"
His gruff, yet warm voice made her snap out of her musings as she turned aside and blushed. "S-Sorry, Uncle," she mumbled.
Her uncle - more a glorified title, shook his head and smiled. He may be old enough to be her father (and very well may have been, if the way she had blurted out 'Uncle' on their first meeting had been any testament), but his own memory was similarly robbed of him. It helped that he looked quite similar to the tactician, right up to the same short, scruffy silver hair, and even had a similar-enough name.
"Daydreaming again?" Rob ribbed her as he held the door open and looked into the ornate vault. His keen eyes peered into the torch-lit, subterranean chamber with eyes that could perceive any folly or tricks. While he may lack her innate combat and tactical prowess, he had his own set of skills and abilities that meshed with her well.
"Well, let's see what kind of trinkets your little boyfriend's offering," he mused with a crooked grin.
And that included where best to rile her up.
Robyn's cheeks practically exploded as she shook her head and let her pigtails fly wild. "Chrom isn't…h-he only-!" she sputtered.
"...One time! One! And it went nowhere!" she stamped her foot and fumed, much to the man's amusement.
"I'm joking, kid - relax," he waved her off as she stormed into the vault. He took one look at the hallway behind them back up to the keep before he shrugged and followed her inside. The gate slowly swung shut behind them before he locked the gate, as instructed by the rather lovely, shapely Exalt, and followed his 'niece' into the depths.
The treasure vault was quite impressive and covered in all manners of jewels and relics from an illustrious past. The only remarkable omission was the Fire Emblem itself, which was kept close to Emmeryn's chambers at all times. That hardly interested the older man compared to the sulking, lovely young maiden that stewed in the shadows of splendor.
"I said I was kidding, Robyn," he grunted without a hint of mirth. His frown and sullen gaze showed remorse that reflected off the golden splendor around them. He walked up behind her as she crossed her arms with her eyes hidden under her hair.
"You better," Robyn huffed before she turned around and pressed against him. Rob grunted at her sudden attack and took a step back in shock. His shorter, rather shapely 'niece' rubbed her assets over his chest as she hooked an arm up and over his nape and her other around his back. "You know you're the only man for me~" she growled before she bounced up on her toe tips and claimed his lips as her own.
He wrapped his arms down around her back as she melted in his embrace. He tasted Robyn's sweet, succulent lips as her tongue begged for entrance. He didn't oblige her request so easily while she basically pulled herself into his arms. Her toes dangled off the stone ground as he grabbed her ass through her skirt. Deep, muffled, and lustful moans echoed over the opulent vault courtesy of the amorous duo.
Robyn pulled her lips back and gasped for breath. Rob licked his lips and broke the spit bridge between him and the younger, brighter tactician. "Here - really?" he murmured.
"Wha-? I-I thought that was your plan!" she blinked and gasped as her cheeks exploded in roses again. Rob cocked his head in genuine confusion before he shook his head.
"Nope, this is all yours, kid," he chuckled. She pouted and looked down, forlorn, until he grabbed her up and brought her up and over him. "But…I'm not opposed to helping you," he growled as his obvious desire rubbed through his trousers and against her skirt-clad, dripping loins.
"A-Aah!"
She gasped and shuddered as the obviously erect cock prodded her through her damp small clothes. Her eyes rolled back at the pleasure as she missed him fumble his drawers off and only snapped out of it as her panties were pushed aside. "W-Wha?" she blinked as she realized she'd been turned away and bent over a nearby treasure chest near the wall.
"Come on, Robyn - we've got a timetable to keep," he urged her before he pushed her down his cock without any further warning. Her eyes bugged out before she clamped her palm on her mouth to mask the deep, sultry moans that would've escaped her lips. His hands gripped her hips as the two adopted the age-old rythmn of lust and pure, carnal need.
The man - her 'uncle'- didn't waste a single second on foreplay or teasing. Instead, he showed how deep and quickly he could go as the lascivious sounds of sex echoed off the vault. Robyn's eyes rolled back under her self-made gag while she blindly groped the treasure chest for support. Her stomach rubbed against the curved top as her perky breasts bounced in her tight top.
"Ngh! Ngh! Ngh!"
Rob heard her moans and growled as he continued his vigorous pace. He let go of her left hip and instead reached forward to grab her left bang. She winced as he pulled it back before he repeated the same on her right and bunched the two long lengths of hair in his fist. The tactician let go of her mouth and instead dug her fingers and nails into the wooden chest as she pre-emptively bit her lip in anticipation of what came next.
And came it did - as a sharp, abrupt snap.
"MMPH!"
Robyn bit down her screams and slammed her hips right back against Rob's crotch. Her skirt rode up and exposed her plump, globulous cheeks with every thunderous crack and rippling blow against him. He tugged and pulled her hair as if to coax her up to him. She picked up on his intentions and strained to lift herself up and off the chest-high enough for him to lean over her shoulder and capture her lips again.
"Mmmm~"
Rob was far less playful in his kissing of his 'niece' as he easily pushed past her teeth blockade and into her moist mouth. Her own tongue battered and feathered around him as he explored the depths of her cheeks. He never let go of her hip or her hair even as their bodies continued to clash and grind together. "A-Ahluuull," she moaned through her occupied lips.
He growled into her mouth before he adjusted his strategy again. She felt him take his hand off her side and instead seize her chin right before his lips pulled back. His finger swiftly supplanted his tongue as he pushed her body further against the chest. Her knees buckled and knocked against the wood as she struggled up on her toe tips and reached forward to grab the wall for support. Never once did his pace diminish, even as he left her pinned in a sloppy struggle between his unfettered hips and the sturdy chest.
Robyn gargled and groaned as she licked and nibbled his invasive finger. She felt his thumb on her chin while she suckled the digit like a newborn babe. The wild plethora of stimulation between his thumb, crotch, and her tugged hair left her trapped on the edge of an orgasmic finish. And one such swift, and deep, thrust was all it took.
"H-Hooooooohb!"
Rob winced as she bit down on his finger and clamped down on his cock, but didn't let up a second. He fought off the urge to fill her pussy in his thick spunk as he rammed over her velvet seal again and again. His hot and haggard breath echoed in her ear as his voice barely pierced the veil of her climactic stupor. "You can go another round, right," he grunted.
It wasn't a question, and he already knew her response before she pumped her hips back against his cock. He wasn't done in her treasure vault until he left her flooded to the brim. And that wasn't gonna happen anytime soon.
Not even close.
"So, what's your prize outta this? Doubt Emmeryn wants to hear that the Halidom has nothing to offer you," Rob mused while he affixed his coat back on. He tried to ignore the stench of sex that wafted in the chamber and only prayed that it would dissipate before someone bothered to come back down here. 'Gods, how long did we go,' he nervously wondered to himself.
Robyn paused in the act of putting her skirt back down and instead donned a contemplative look. She glanced past the shiny jewelry and gold and other such trinkets before her eyes fell on a shelf covered in dusty, thick tomes. He watched her walk towards one with a noticeable limp (something that made the grizzled man smirk) before she pulled a rather hefty leather-bound book out. "How about…this," she declared.
Her honorary uncle walked forward and looked over her shoulders at the title. "Hmm, a royal war journal?" he asked her.
"Why not? I don't think there's anything else of value for me here," Robyn shrugged as she set the book under her arm. She turned to depart but spared a moment to grab his crotch and the thankfully limp loins that had just stuffed her up. "Not when I have this~"
