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The old, worn gate swung open as a man slowly walked through. A mountain of muscles and scars hidden under a simple traveler's cloak. a garb to shield him from the Plegian sun and harsh winds, but now were listless across his body while he lowered the hood and exposed a face covered in thick facial hair…and eyes that were pulled tight with regret.

"Never thought I'd return here," he mused as he looked around the thriving desert city that surrounded the quiet clearing and the empty building in front of him. He took one look at the shutters and the open gate as his hand went to stroke his gray-pattered beard. "These stables are new though - don't seem to be used much though," he mused while his muscular body twitched with his chin strokes.

"Wait…I know this place, don't I," he narrowed his eyes.

"Don't we?"

The man - the old soldier - felt her hand on his side but didn't turn to face her. Nor did he respond as a head peeked out from around his hip. "Yeah. looks like they knocked the old ones down, huh?" she mused as she shook her hood off and let her long green hair free.

Hmmm," he mused as he crossed his arms. The stables were certainly more recent than anything else in the city, but still wound up destitute, no doubt thanks to the hole in its roof. A peek in through the windows showed tattered straw and broken boards. Nothing else of beast or men.

Not for some time.

"So that's why you dragged me out here…Nowi."

"Maaaaaaybe," The manakete chuckled as she stepped out from behind him. The contrast between her lithe, young appearance and his rugged, weary visage would've resonated and stuck in people's minds if anyone else had seen them. But with the bustle of the city behind them, it was barely worth a mention. Nowi turned to him with eyes alight and a mirthful grin on her lips. ""Well? It's just us out here, Mustafa - shall we?"

"Here?" he asked her.

"In there," she pointed to the stables. Her other hand reached up and squeezed into his palm.

"Think of it as coming full circle…now come here~" she insisted as she led him towards the shelter.

Their shelter.

"Manakete - why are you here?"

Nowi withered at his voice - not accusatory, but heavy and full of burden. Still, she didn't back away as she walked into the ratty old stable where the defected, defeated general stood alone in a cage of his own thoughts. "Well, I saw you come in here and-"

"And wanted to check on me?" he asked her.

"…Yes," she firmly nodded as she stepped inside…

Nowi's back hit the wooden paddock as her tongue slipped and toyed with Mustafa's. She felt his arm shift under her butt to keep her perched up as she 'sat' on his muscular wrist and pressed her svelte body against his. Their discarded clothes lay in a pile nearby as the towering general and the diminutive dragon-woman frisked each other.

"Mmmm, that feels so nice~" she murmured as her tongue withdrew back into her mouth. The spit bridged between them until it snapped and stuck to her bare, petite chest. She dipped one of her hands down to the obvious erection that throbbed beneath her. "And this feels ready to go," her lips curled into a devious, decadent grin.

Mustafa grunted as he felt her shift on his arm. Soon she had pivoted to face away from him and press her back against his chest before she slipped her body off his arm. Her thighs slipped around his thick cudgel of a cock as she balanced on her toes. "O-Oooh, you're already so hard. So then…care to play?" she caressed his crown and tip with a single, delicate finger.

The Plegian shuddered at her touch while the Manakete rubbed her hips up and down over the length of his cock. Soft, supple thighs squeezed and caressed his cock. She pushed herself back as her long, wild green hair rubbed over his rugged body. Ear. Sensations clashed and flared in his body while he struggled to keep his hands off her and her little game.

"How are they - still soft, right?" she looked back and asked him with a soft smile…

Nowi frowned and squirmed. "Mustafa, About what happened to your family-"

Mustafa cut her off. "It's not your burden - nor is it Chrom's," he insisted.

"It's not yours, either," she pushed back against him with her head held high and a firm edge in her tone.

He didn't turn to face her as she walked toward him with concern clear in her eyes. With her words alone she showed a pain that bore more age than he had even breathed, or even his father and his father's father before. A truth oft buried in the hollow smile laid bare. And all he could do was return in kind.

"It was…He'd already…"

The general deflated, and his shoulders went slack. Nowi said nothing as she waited for him to find the words. It could've taken him decades, she still would've waited. She'd done it before, after all.

"…Just like the tactician had said - nothing to chance," he finally said.

"Mustafa…"

"O-ooh!"

Nowi gasped with delight as Mustafa's dick throbbed between her legs. She paused her pelvic rolls and let her fingers flick his tip with glee. "Hah, getting clo-oooh?!"

Mustafa cut her off with a growl as he grabbed her arms and pulled her right up into the air. The Manakete gasped and squirmed until she felt a familiar, hot poke against her own dripping wet loins. "M-Mustaf-aah!"

He dropped her down, and she squeezed around him.

"T-Tight," he growled through his skunk-stripe beard while he kept the dragon-girl firm in his grasp. The straw crunched underfoot as he stumbled back for support. Every twitch and shudder made her thrash and buckle atop him while she writhed in his hands. "No more games, Nowi," he told her.

"F-Fine, I was ho-oooooh-ping you'd take over," she chuckled as she undulated her hips down against his shaft. Her chipper tone lost its gleeful edge and instead took on a tone more befitting a woman grown, despite her manakete body. "Well - you know how I like it, Mustafa~," she told him with a little lip nibble...

"…I lost my family too."

"Hmm?"

Mustafa turned to her as she slid down the paddock wall, arms wrapped around her knees.

The oft-cheerful manakete's eyes were down at the straw and devoid of their usual luster. "Tharja found them…or, couldn't find them…they're gone. Far away."

"Further than I can reach," she mumbled and squeezed her legs tight.

The defected general sighed and slid down beside her. "Like my wife…and my son," he mused as his eyes closed shut.

Nowi blinked before she nodded. "Yeah…they're all together, aren't they?" she asked as she turned to him.

Mustafa kept his eyes closed as he mulled her words. Powerful arms rested on his equally-adept knees as the paddock groaned against his muscular back. "Perhaps they are," he admitted…

"Hah! Ha! Aah! A-Aahooooh!"

Nowi's elated screams echoed over the darkened stable walls. Loud, lascivious slaps and wet squelches rang in her pointed ears. She squirmed and pulled against the strong hands locked around her wrists. Each thrust from tip to shaft left a noticeable bump in her trimmed stomach as her toes curled and her eyes rolled up. "So thick - so big!"

Mustafa grunted in agreement while he pumped every emotion and raw, unfettered feeling into his companion's inhuman body. Every day since that cursed war. Every night that lulled them into a false peace. Every hour of that bloody and brutal war far overseas. All moments he owed due to the grieving prince who stayed his hand…and the dragon girl who offered him hers.

"Well, how about we stay here?"

Mustafa's eyes opened as he turned to her. "Here?" he asked quizzically.

Nowi nodded and explained as a smile slowly curled on her lips. "Not 'here here' - here, together. We'll be our own family!" she declared.

"You…and me?" he grunted.

The Manakete lept to her feet and turned to him. She ended up just barely a head over his hunched-squatted form. Sure! That way neither of us is lonely anymore. What do you think?" she asked with a smile not quite as bright or big as the norm, but one that contrasted in one clear way.

It reached her eyes.

"Nowi…"

"I'M CUMMING!"

Mustafa pushed her down until her butt bumped against his crotch. He wrapped his arms tight around her body as she kicked and fumbled around in orgasmic fits. The heat from her body almost seared him as he felt her thrash and shift in his grasp. The claws that ripped at his arms from her fingers. The force on his chest from where her wings or tail would've sprouted out. Even a gout of dragon fire that just barely missed his arm and obliterated the straw on the ground. He weathered all of that as he hugged her through it while his own loins threatened to burst.

"Haaaah….o-oooh"

Slowly, the Manakete went limp as her body grew still. The wild and erratic shifting ceased while her chaotic wails shifted to soft whimpers. He ignored the pain on his arm as he reached up with one hand and gently dabbed away the watery pools that welled just over her cheeks.

Mustafa's arm shifted off his knee…and slowly took hers. Her fingers squeezed into his as she met his grip with one just as firm. Slowly, from within the scruffy confines of his beard…his lips curled up.

"Easy, Nowi. Easy."

She blinked as her vision came back. The dark stable surrounded her while she found herself on his lap. She looked back at him and offered him a tired smile. "I'm okay - you're here, after all," she beamed.

For now, he was. How many more years could they share together, she wondered. How long before she blinked and he wasn't there any longer, and instead enshrined at a quiet stone that had been left to moss? Was this world so kind to let their new family last?

She didn't know…and she didn't care.