"Oh, is this for your older brother?"
Inigo winced at the woman beside him and the Shepherd's Grandmaster. Her chest- far, far more robust than any girl her perceived age could possess, bounced under her coat. Robin turned and huffed in clear ire. "Actually, he's my lo-"
"Law! In-law, brother-law," the dancer weakly explained. He shuddered at the eyes that dragged onto him before he grabbed Robin's hand. "E-Excuse us, I believe we must depart," he hurriedly excused and dragged the bemused, endowed little gremlin behind him.
He led her through the bustling city and into a nearby alley to one of the less frequented, residential streets. Between two manors he finally stopped and released her hand while he keeled over for a much-needed breath. "Must you do…that?" he glared at her.
"Oh hush - like you weren't ready to flirt at her with your eyes," she accused him with a sour smolder and her hands on her hips. The act made her bosom bounce and jiggle in her robe as her decision to forgo her usual tight small clothes all but smacked him in the face. The Grandmaster leaned forward with a glare and smirk. "You'll make your lover jealous, Inigo - I'll need to punish you for that~" she warned him.
Inigo audibly gulped and tried to step back, only for the mischievous little minx to stalk towards him. He stumbled off the main road and into a side path, right between a pair of steps that led to either manor's elevated yards, and almost tripped on his own feet.
"R-Robin…" he stuttered as she grabbed his pants and fumbled with the buckle.
"Hmmm, did you say something, Inigo?" the deceptively youthful-looking woman asked him with a fake, innocent smile. A radiant beam that heavily contrasted with the way her hands deftly and dexterously removed his pants and exposed a shameful bulge in his small clothes.
"I didn't think so…now just sit back and let your lovely personal Tactician handle this~" she purred as she fished his cock out and seized it with her hand. Her body wound up right in line with his cock as it pointed towards her cleavage. "Oh, did you get bigger?" she wondered with some genuine admiration in her keen eyes.
Her other hand pulled open her coat before she yanked down the collar of her shirt. Inigo gritted his teeth and gripped a nearby handrail for support. His boots shuddered on the steps while Robin remained on the ground. The elevation amplified his height over her and allowed her to easily stroke him off before she simply stuffed him down her shirt.
"N-Ngh!"
"How is it, Inigo? Do you think they got bigger? Softer, maybe?" Robin asked him with a devious grin. Her hands stayed at her sides as her top kept her tits wrapped around his cock. She pushed her way as close against him as she could until all but his jewels were devoured in her cleavage.
Inigo bristled and shuddered at the hot, sweaty prison his sword had been locked in. he tried to grab her shoulders and accidentally brushed over her long hair. "Huh, that good?" She teased him with a wink.
"Y-Yo-ooh!"
Ptoo!
Robin's spit dangled off her lip while the freshly fired volley landed in the gap of her cleavage. "Wow, that was an easy shot," she mused before she spat a few more times.
Her efforts, while crass, still managed to lubricate the loins lodged in her chest until it was swift enough to audibly slap and echo in their poorly-picked hideaway. "C-Can't…f-fo-ooooh," he mumbled and slumped forward.
"Don't bother - Let me do the thinking for you," Robin cooed while she rubbed him off with her breasts. She reached up with one hand and coaxed his palm to the nearby railing for support and gave it a condescending little pat for good measure. "All you need is just to wave your sword around, like a good little merce-neep?!"
He acted swiftly and took her by surprise. His cock slid out of her breasts before he picked her up over his head. Her legs dangled off the ground as she squirmed in her younger, taller lover's grasp. "I-Inigo-OOH?!"
"Shhhh, Robin - best keep your voice down," he warned her as he kept his hand over her mouth. The Grandmaster's cheeks grew warm in his palm, much to his amusement. His other hand reached around and groped at her massive, almost exposed breasts.
"Hm-hi-hoooo!"
He heard her shout his name in vain while she flailed about like fish. Despite how tricky she could be, there wasn't much that she could really do as her taller, stronger beloved easily held her aloft. "Turnabout is fair play - you taught me that, Robin," he shrugged before he gave her breast a quick, firm squeeze.
"eep!"
The Grandmaster went stiff in his arms as she felt him manhandle her through her thin top. Her tongue was bashed and battered at his palm as she tried to coax him off her mouth. The only result she got was to paint the inside of his hand in spit while she tired herself out. Something that Inigo obviously anticipated.
What he didn't anticipate was Robin to roll her butt back against his still-exposed, rock-hard cock.
"Ha-aah?!" he gasped and shivered at the pleasurable sensation. He could feel his lover's lips curl up in triumph while she accosted him in a more sensitive place than he could to her. Not even a pinch on the erect outline of her nipple deterred Robin's lascivious antics. "D-Damnit, " he shivered and almost dropped her.
"-urley you jest?"
Inigo and Robin both froze at the unmistakable sound of passerby's neared their hideout. The mercenary acted quickly and quietly as he dragged her smaller body back further into the alley and behind the stairway.
"I'm telling you - they're both in the palace! The Mad King AND his wench!" a woman insisted.
"Wait, I thought she was the tactician?" her male companion asked as they both passed the alleyway and proceeded down the path of the other manors. Inigo held Robin tight while she continued to squirm in his grasp.
"Phew…that was close," he signed in relief after the city denizens had left them behind. He dared to remove his hand from Robin's mouth to wipe the spit away with the most obvious and at-hand cloth - her robe.
"Y-You cad," she mumbled with scarlet cheeks that put a certain scholar's hair to shame. "This thing's hard to clean, you know," she growled and huffed.
"I know - you made me clean it before," he dryly mused as he gave her breast another grope.
"Ngh! A-And you'd do it ag-eeeeeh?!"
Robin's irate retort was cut off as he reached below her chest and wrapped his arm around her waist. His hand slipped even further down towards her skirt before he began to toy with her panties. "Oh, you're damp already? How shameless of you, Robin," he mocked her.
"D-Dastard," she squeaked and shivered against his fingers. His feather-like caress glided up and down her small clothes and the trembling slit that awaited within. Her breasts were ultimately abandoned as he instead wrapped his other arm around her stomach and arm to keep her pinned and aloft. The most she could manage to do in return was to lock her legs around his shaft again.
"A-Ahh," Inigo groaned against her soft and supple thighs. The two lovers- competitive to their own fault, attempted to rile the other to a much-coveted climax as he held her up over his dick. Their rather public surroundings no longer mattered near as much while they fought and persisted to make their partner succumb.
Inigo, with his arms occupied, could only manage to caress and stroke her pussy through her panties. Robin was able to wrap as much of her thighs around his cock as she could muster, but could do little else due to her arms being pinned at her sides. Neither one could really strike what they knew damn well where the other's most sensitive, erogenous spots. But that merely presented a fun challenge all its own - which one would beat the other first.
Robin tried - really tried to pump her legs up and down her lover's long, modestly-thick girth. From her restraint, she could barely manage half of it, whereas Inigo could easily grab and grope at her entire loins under her skirt. He showed exactly that as a finger pried up her damp, sealed small clothes before he let two more digits slide under and in. Their destination wasn't her gushing wet pussy lips, but rather the erect nub that peeked out of its hood just over her entrance.
He reached it. He pressed it. And she crumpled.
"E-YUUMPH!"
Her cries were cut off by an abrupt and sudden kiss. Inigo shifted and held her up while her legs kicked and shook underneath her. He grimaced at the times when it impacted his erect dick, but managed to persist while her loins leaked out feminine, liquid desire.
"Hmmmmph"
Inigo broke the kiss and sighed with relief as she finally went limp in his arms. His cock throbbed and shuddered in protest, but he managed to resist his impulses and let them settle down. As his loins grew limp, he addressed the befuddled young woman in his arms. "So, how was that?" he asked her with a chipper tone.
"S-Shoo mussssh," Robin mumbled and openly drooled onto his sleeve like a newborn babe. Her chest rubbed against his as her drool stained through her top. More spit leaked out of her open mouth
"That good, hmm?" he patted her head and laid back against the wall with his busty, brainy brat of a Grandmaster on his lap. "Well, guess I'll just wait for now," he shrugged as she rocked and shivered with his loins up her skirt and against her panties.
"D-Dastard," she weakly mewled before she slumped forward.
