A little context before we start - this was orignally posted last week as a oneshot on Archive of our Own (where the bulk of my up to date works can be found) as part of a collection between other FE smut writers on the simple premise of Morgan x Robin, Robin x Morgan. I've tried to polish it as best I can to make it more clear which Morgan or Robin is speaking without resorting to renaming them, but I do apologize if anything remains unclear. With that said, please enjoy :)
"Morgan...N-Ngh!-Not now," Robin grit his teeth as he tried to aim for his target. His hand clutched his tome as his other finger twitched against the supply wagon drawing near the gates. His attention was constantly challenged by his mischievous daughter's lips as she bobbed up and down her father's cock.
There was little chance of them being caught, even this far into contested territory. The formerly Askran town dwarfed around their tower as he tried to focus on the convoy coming in to resupply the occupying forces. This should be an easy mission...but thanks to Morgan, it seemed he couldn't keep things in his pants.
"Mmmmmwaaah~"
Morgan slurped her father's cock down before offering him a wink. He could see her upturned smirk, even as her lips stretched over his girth. He looked over her body in that compact flier's uniform, especially the way her big tits strained against her top. It was hard to resist the urge to just pull out and slam his way into her tight little pussy. And it was very clear she was all too aware of this.
"Really, you c-can't wait?" he groaned. Her answer was to slurp and cave in her cheeks. Robin grabbed her head and tried to pull her off, but she wouldn't be swayed. She was being oddly forceful this time, at least compared to their usual antics and romps. Her father looked her in the eye and growled, "You are going to regret this, young lady."
Morgan rolled her eyes, but he couldn't help but notice the little twinkle in her pools. The same mischievous gleam that so oft led to many a sleepless night. The kind that would tear him away from his desk until he had plowed his daughter into whatever furniture had the misfortune of resting nearby until the legs cracked. 'Later,' he told himself.
So Robin shook away his horny daughter's antics and focused back on his task. He had one shot at this tracking spell - one more to go, and then they could properly plan for the next step. The rest of them were all ready and waiting, but this last convoy still had to be accounted for.
"Come on...C-Come on," he licked his dry lips. Morgan heard her father's voice and had the decency to stop bobbing her head...after she pushed him all the way down her tight throat first, of course.
"F-Fuck!" Robin swore at the sensation of his daughter's gullet compressed around his dick. Morgan rolled her eyes and mouthed out 'hurry up' through the cock stuffed in her mouth. Her attempts to speak just sent vibrations up her father's spine as he tried to re-apply his shot. He clicked his teeth before pointing and muttering again. The tome flashed in his hand to signal the spell's activation.
Got it," he grunted before tossing the book away. He quickly grabbed his daughter's head with both hands and pulled her straight off his cock. "Pwaaaah?!"
Morgan coughed out spit and left a little strand of drool on her lip as her father quickly pulled her up and pushed her against the nearby wall. He tore her panties aside before he seized both her hips. His daughter's eyes flew open as he pushed his cock against her puckered hole. "D-Da-"
"-amnit!"
Robin shook her head at her son's course tongue but didn't rebuke him - not when he was already balls deep in her ass as she gripped the tree trunk for support. She ignored the throbbing coming from her hard nipples in her tight undershirt as she urged him on. "Come on sweetie - you have to be quicker than that," she teased him by rubbing her rump against his lap.
Their battle had been simple, but harrowing nonetheless. Her son's efforts to protect his mother and lover had bore fruit though, and they had easily routed the Emblan forces that had attempted to ambush the supposed merchants. Her son's brilliant illusion had dispelled just in time for Robin to send a bolt of Elwind into the hapless soldier's face, and the rest was history.
Now those men laid prone, tied up on the ground as the incestuous pair of Heroes reveled in their quick victory. Robin's offer to suck her son off had always been a precursor to the real reward she'd offer him - to fuck her butt wherever and whenever he wanted.
Morgan grunted at his mother's tight rear. His gloved hands squeezed her hips as he pumped in and out of her puckered bud. Robin bit back her pained moans at his somewhat rough treatment as she tried to match his pace. "O-Oooh gods Morgan -that's it baby~"
Her son blushed at his mother's lustful coos, much to her glee. She always knew how best to trip him up, and it usually didn't take much more than a few sweet nothings or even a peek at her more intimate skin to make him wrapped around her finger. Robin wasn't sure if her son was so naturally submissive, but she at least knew the right buttons to rile him up and let his inner urges flow free.
But this wasn't the time nor place for that. As exciting as getting fucked in her ass was, as thrilling as doing it in the open, near some subdued Emblan enemies was, and as especially good as her son's cock felt was, she knew they had to hurry. The rest of the teams must surely be finishing their own missions, and they had to be back before someone came looking for them.
Robin arched back into Morgan's chest and groaned. Her hair brushed over his neck as she growled to him, "Come on Morgan -I need you to fuck your mommy's ass. Fuck it until she feels that hot, gooey spunk of yours filling her butt~" she pleaded.
Morgan gaped at his mother's blatant, wanton declarations. Her words certainly did their job as he grew harder in her rump. Her son let go of her hips in favor of squeezing her fat tits as he slammed into her ass. His balls left a sharp clap on her thighs as she jumped onto her toe tips. "T-That's more like it - harder baby. F-Faaaahaaaaaa~"
Her son had already sped up before she could even order him, and soon the incestuous duo was grinding and smacking their hips back and forth as they neared a much-needed climax. Robin's breasts flopped in his hand as he rolled his fingers against her hard nipples.
"M-Mom!"
"Daaaaad!"
Robin slammed deep in his daughter's ass as he erupted. Her pussy spurted out quim as rope after sticky rope of her own siblings filled her rump. The incestuous, mischievous girl couldn't care less as she happily moaned her head off in the face of such a mind-melting orgasmic delight.
Her legs kept him pinned in her butt, but only until they went limp at her sides. Her father stumbled back as he gasped for much-needed breath. His cock grew limp as the last of his seed leaked out of the cock slit, while the excess pooled out of Morgan's ass. He found a chair and collapsed against it as the stars in his eyes flashed and exploded.
Neither father nor daughter spoke for some time as they struggled to compose themselves. Eventually, Robin shook his head free and turned to his loopy, lust-sated daughter. "...Now, don't you have to do your trackers?"
She slid down the wall and winced, but offhandedly answered his concerns. "Oh, that? I got the other four done before I undid your pants, dad," she shrugged.
Robin blinked at this revelation as his daughter grinned between her heavy, husky pants. Eventually, her father slumped over before he struggled to his feet. "...We're leaving."
The castle's war-room was filled with the best and brightest tacticians on the campaign - the likes of heroes that were revered for their tactical prowess or keen leadership huddled around the regional map as they prepared for their final attack.
"We'll take the western keep - the mountains will cover our advance," Ephraim declared.
Soren stroked his chin and mused aloud, That would be a good way to handle the terrain. But Lord Hector, will the armored division have issues with that route?" He enquired.
Not likely - we can march on their flank from the canyon and catch them by surprise.
The eastern fort will be looking towards the sea, not the land. Once we secure the arrow garrisons we can call in the pegasus knights for strafing runs," Hinoka explained. Her announcement was met with strong approval from the other Heroes.
Soren nodded. "Sounds good. What about the center point?"
Robin stepped forward with a dour look on his face. His daughter stood behind him as she eyed the map with a critical glare. "The town will be a bit tricky - it's not exactly clear how they're able to get supplies rapidly between the three strongholds from there. "
"We placed the trackers, but we'll need time to determine how they go from location to location so we know where to intercept any retreating forces," Morgan chimed in.
A murmur passed over the assemblage at this development. None of them had necessarily been under the presumption this would be easy, but to know that even Robin was having issues put a damper on the otherwise smooth-seeming operation.
"These damned mines, I swear," Hector scowled. The rest of the group silently agreed at the hidden passages that threatened to topple everything at a moment's notice. It was simply not possible to account for these old tunnels and what they could mean as far as an ambush would go. Their intel was far too scarce beyond knowing that the mines spread throughout the whole region and connected to the three forts.
Robin cleared his throat to regain control of the meeting. "Give me and Morgan some time to work out the logistics of taking the town back, and the mines will be no issue at all," he declared.
"That's all well and good, but what about getting our forces to the town itself? The forest is too thick to bring horses, and the wrong step could put you into a collapsed shaft," Soren frowned.
"If I may - the forest and the town are vital points to work out, and we need to work both angles simultaneously."
Robin stepped up with her son behind her. Her male counterpart stepped aside to give her room for her proposal. She offered him a grateful smile before setting a serious face. "Morgan and I know the terrain leading up to the town -not perfectly, but we can at least point out the best routes within the treeline. If we coordinate with Robin's efforts in the town, we can set up the best course and formations to ensure the town is secured."
The male Robin nodded in agreement. "I agree. Let me and Morgan work through the town, and you and Morgan handle the forest - we'll meet up and plan this out together. Sounds good?"
"Sure, the more the merrier," Robin nodded as she grabbed her son in a one-armed hug. She turned to one of the other assembled heroes with an apologetic grin as she addressed her son's mentor. " Unless you're opposed to me stealing my son from you, Lady Ishtar?"
Ishtar of Freege blinked before shaking her head. "I have no objections, Robin- his lessons can wait until after we're done. You'll find him more than capable, I can assure you that. Right, Morgan?"
"O-Of course Lady Ishtar!" The lad vigorously nodded. He spared his mentor and confidant in arcane study a smile- one that she returned in kind. His lips wavered as he felt his mother squeeze him.
"Oh don't I know it~," Robin mumbled under her breath with a certain teasing, yet tantalizing coo. Her son heard her and looked away to hide the blush on his cheeks.
Hinoka chimed in as well. "That goes for me as well - you can have your daughter for the remainder of this campaign Robin. But I expect you to remember what we talked about, Morgan," she crossed her arms.
The dark flier flashed a sheepish grin and offered her teacher a thumbs up at her father's side. Soren cleared his throat and moved to adjourn. "Very well -the Robins and Morgans will handle the last part of phase one. We'll meet up in three days to plan for the fortress and disperse the plans. Dismissed."
The rest of the Heroes departed, and soon the two pairs of counterparts behind. Morgan nudged past her father as she reached into her ledger and quickly jotted down everything that had been decided on, while her father focused on their opposite gender copies - the Mother and Son.
Robin noticed how close his female counterpart was holding her son - slightly closer than would be considered chaste between family. It was hardly the first time, either, and it was forming a pattern in his mind that he couldn't help but mull upon. 'How similar are we really, Robin?' he quietly mused.
His suspicion was withheld as she turned to face him and asked, "So, what's our strategy?"
Robin spared a glance at the mockup of the battleground-to-be and weighed his options. They could very well start now, but he was finding himself quite distracted. Mostly by the sight of his daughter's rump as she bent over the table to transcribe the notches for each proposed battle group.
"We'll meet up tomorrow and start working this out. We can use my office to work on the basics of our individual plans before we come together and smooth out the kinks. What do you think?"
"Sounds like a plan. See you tomorrow then." Robin nodded with a grin - a very genuine grin at the thought of having a little more time to properly reward her dear son after his exceptional performance. She grabbed his hand before he could even start his own note transcription of the rest of the meeting. "Come on Morgan - I need to talk to you about your performance," she insisted as she pulled her son away.
"Y-Yes, mother," he grunted in shock as he struggled to keep up with her and her surprisingly firm grip. He spared a last glance and wave back to tactician, which was met in kind before they cleared the doorway.
Robin watched the two leave, not missing the way Morgan's mother almost skipped out the door. He shook away his suspicions in favor of dealing with his own vices. "So Morgan...about toni-iiighi?"
His daughter looked back with a smirk as she held her skirt open and showed the very noticeable absence of her smallclothes and the glistening, dripping slit between her legs. Think you can give me a little taste, daddy?"
"Sooo, Lady Ishtar, huh?"
Morgan winced at the teasing, coy words of his 'sister'. He was hardly naive to her implications, especially not given who he'd spent the prior night with and how hard it was to hide his limp. "Don't get started on that, please," he begged.
Morgan turned back to face him with a slight stumble in her otherwise jovial gait. The subtle bags under her eyes were a testament to the long night of studying she'd just endured, though it couldn't hide the inquisitive gleam as she pleaded with him, "Oh come on bro - we can speak plain, right?" she inquired.
He sighed but didn't respond to her interrogation. She decided to keep going as she tried to justify her reasoning. "Hey what's there to say - she's a lovely lady. Prim and proper, but she's got a real mushy side. Am I right?"
Morgan stopped and looked at her. It was honestly rote, but it truly was like he was looking into a mirror as he stared eye to eye with the other Morgan- his counterpart. Though similarities only went so far as the subtle nuances between them stood out so abruptly.
He tried to think of her as a sister, but in truth, it was hard to really wrap his head around that. She may be on a similar mentality as him, but she was simply so...unrestrained, in her thought process. "You're not...entirely wrong," he reluctantly admitted.
his parallel grinned as she finally made headway. "Yeah, see? You're lucky you get a mentor that can really help you hone your potential," she explained.
You have a good mentor as well you know," he defended.
Morgan clicked her teeth - she didn't really want things to be directed at her. It wasn't as much fun for her to be honest. "I suppose - though flying isn't really something I expected to be taking on more seriously."
"But getting to train with the likes of princess Hinoka? She's one of the best fliers by far," he argued. And it was a good argument - the kind with no way to really counter.
Her least favorite kind.
"...Yeah, I guess you're right," she relented with a huff. Morgan nodded as he turned to move on without looking too smug. How unfortunate for him that Morgan clearly wasn't done, if her leading tone was any testament.
"Sooooo, you said I'm not wrong?"
He looked back at her and bit back a groan. "About?"
"About Lady Ishtar - real mushy side?" Morgan asked again.
He rolled his eyes and kept his lips shut. but he should've expected what came next as Morgan of course took on her own course. His female counterpart leaned in with a rather impish grin and a wiggle in her brows as she mused aloud, "I'll bet that's not the onnnnnly part that's soft, is it?~"
The lad gawked at her brazen accusations. He couldn't keep the rosy glow on his cheeks as he practically roared at her, "M-Morgan!"
"Hey, don't get so tense, little bro!" she waved her hands in front of her. He growled, but reigned in the righteous fury welling in his being that compelled him to defend his cherished mentor.
His patience, though thin, ultimately triumphed as he directed his retaliation to the least relevant part that she'd highlighted - their minute gap in age. "You're really gonna lord that against me?" he grumbled.
"Yep, by a whole ten seconds. That makes you my baby brother," she teased.
He didn't respond - at all. Morgan's smile dropped as she realized she may have gone a bit too far, and needed to act quickly before a gap split open between them. She reached over and lightly grabbed his shoulder as he looked down at the floor. "Hey Morgan, you okay?
"...Do you think it ever gets confusing?"
She blinked at his low voice. "What do you mean?"
Morgan turned to face her - not angry, not sad, just...resigned. "Our names - like the fact that we share them, and how some people don't really get it like our parents, you know?"
Realization dawned on her, though the thread that led to this query was still too jumbled for her to understand. Still, she wanted to respect him and answer his question, as he'd answered hers. "I guess now that you mention it, it is kinda tricky sometimes. They don't understand the nuance, do they?" she admitted.
"Yeah. I think Anna mentioned something similar once, didn't she?" he mused.
They resumed their walk down the hall, slower and more subdued this time. Morgan's thoughts were clouded as the two mulled the strange circumstances around their shared existence here in Askr. It was hardly a unique scenario, but it was one that weighed down on them both sometimes.
"...We could've drawn lots to have someone change - it was always an option," Morgan chimed out as she pushed her arms behind her head. It was a simple solution, though hardly a perfect one.
Her brother shook his head and reminded her of what had happened. "Your dad was against it."
She nodded with a pensive look. "Yeah. I guess he didn't think it was fair to you or your mom."
Morgan stopped in her tracks, with Morgan following shortly behind her. She turned to face him and offered a small smile. "Besides, we don't really meet up all that often - big castle, lotsa people. We can handle some mistaken identities from time to time, right?"
He nodded in agreement. It was a very apt statement since the duo were scarcely together that often in terms of campaigns or missions. His skillset and hers loaned themselves to different scenarios after all. Not to say they never saw each other outside of their duties. The tacticians often shared meals and training together, like a personal team.
Or even a family.
A thought dawned on him - a way to lighten the mood and affirm the bond he shared with his parallel counterpart. She watched his lips curl into a familiar grin - the kind she oft saw facing her in a mirror. "You know, We could exploit it as well - use the confusion to-"
"-To sow a little mischief? Maybe something like-"
"-confusing people of who's asking for them, perhaps? Or we could always-"
"-Leave a request on the board and see who comes to respond? Oh, or there's always-
"Something simpler, and more elegant. Perhaps-"
"Perhaps something like a-"
"Pitfall?"
"Pitfall?"
...
"...Pffffft! Heh heh heh!"
"Ah, HA HA HA HA!"
The Morgan's laughed together. Their shared mirth filled the hall and lightened the weight upon them. She leaned in and held his shoulder for support, just as he accidentally brushed her cheek on the way to wiping his brow clear.
Their moment passed as laughter dwindled into giggles, and finally to simple chuckles. The older flier wiped a tear from her eye as she mused, "My my, it's like we're twins!"
"Something to that effect," he agreed.
Morgan offered his hand to her, smiling as he declared, "Let's do our best, Morgan."
Morgan took his hand and shook it with a grin of her own. "You got it, Morgan."
"They're late."
Robin crossed her arms and nodded at her male counterpart's musings. "Mmhmm"
The duo was waiting outside Robin's office- the male Robin's office, at the appointed time and hour. His guest leaned against the wall by the door as he paced the floor. The male grandmaster shook his head and turned to face his equivalent. The look on his face wasn't necessarily concerned, but it did carry a certain weight to it. "Morgan's usually not late."
She blinked - not at what he said, but who specifically he was talking about. She raised a hand to her chin and stroked in contemplation. "Your daughter's not usually this late either," Robin mused.
He nodded, knowing well that they were speaking of the other's child. It was one of the traits that simply couldn't be explained outside the counterparts and their makeshift family. Though in truth, that perception was moreso on the Morgans' side, while the Robins simply saw each other as comrades. Not family.
Certainly not lovers.
Still, they were both remarkably perceptive people when it came to the observation of certain matters, such as when one decided to deviate outside of norms. Like she was doing right now, in fact. Robin glanced down at his lovely counterpart's attire and mused aloud, "So, a skirt?"
Robin turned to him and shrugged. Her foot rose slightly up the stone wall and showed off her bare calves peeking out beneath her skirt "I Wanted to change things up. Could say the same for you and your collar, mister."
Robin grinned sheepishly as he tugged at his mantle. "My neck was bothering me a bit -figured limiting the motion could help," he explained.
"Should I go get you a cane, old man?" she smirked.
Robin huffed in protest. "Well that's not fair - I can't very well call you names, can I?"
Lady Robin uncrossed her arms and planted them on her hips. "Oh, and why is that?" she asked as she leaned forward.
Her male counterpart shook his head, nonplussed as her sizable bosom bounced beneath her tight top. "We're both many things, Robin - but neither of us can tell a lie at all."
Robin blinked before she laughed - a genuine laugh at being outplayed by her equal and opposite. "Smooth, genius -really smooth," she complimented.
He shared her mirth as the two older strategists waited on their children. Eventually, the joy slipped away as a concerned frown graced Robin's lips. She pushed off the wall and stepped across the hall as she absentmindedly mused, "You're right though - The two aren't usually this tardy. Maybe one of us should go...hmm?"
Het words trailed off as she turned back to Robin - the other Robin. The man wasn't really listening to her so much as looking past her. He was clearly lost in thought, but she decided to play a little cheeky towards him instead. Morgan's mother grinned. "What's up - You're just enjoying the sights now, are you?"
Robin perked up at her words and turned to her. Her meaning became clear as the rather pleasing view of her behind registered in the father's mind. He bit his lip as he tried to determine if it was worth challenging her or playing along. "Again, bad at lying," he shrugged.
She scoffed at his answer - too easy. The mother decided to play with her proverbial meal more as she slinked towards him with a coy, dangerous smirk. "Careful -that honesty could end you up in an early grave...or the wrong person's clutches."
Robin blinked at her sudden shift in attitude. He could recognize what she was doing, but it being directed towards himself (and by proxy, herself) was certainly food for thought. 'Hmm, perhaps we really are more similar than I expected, Robin,' he mulled before he took willingly took her bait. "True - Hopefully at least one of those places is comfortable," he ribbed.
Their banter was cut short as their two children finally turned the corner towards them. Mother Robin stepped past her male parallel and addressed the duo as they hailed their parents. "You two are late - Everything okay?"
"Just clearing some things out, mother," her son explained. She eyed Morgan before turning to the other girl.
Robin's daughter shrugged and smiled. "Yeah, we're all on the same page now...mom."
"Morgan, don't be cheeky," her father admonished her. Yet it was hard for her to really take him on face value when she could see the smirk threatening to break on his lips. The older tactician turned to his counterpart's son and addressed him as well. "Morgan, your mother and I worked it out while we waited on you two. I'd like you and her to handle the forest while Morgan and I work on the town plans."
Morgan nodded at the man's words - his proverbial father's words. His 'sister' Morgan had her own things to say in regards to her approval. "Paired up with my old man? Sure, sounds like fun," she grinned.
"Watch it young lady - don't make me punish you again." he admonished her. The parallel Robin blinked at the rather odd choice of words and paid close attention to the daughter's reaction.
"Oh no - not another lecture, woe is meeee," she feigned despair. Robin shook his head at her antics as he led her into his office. Morgan watched the happy duet and tried not to focus on the rather striking gait of his direct counterpart's ass as she walked alongside her father.
Robin pouted at the close display between the two before a devious idea came to mind. She saddled next to her son and gave him another one-armed hug that put him rather close to her ample bosom. "And what about you, Morgan? Care to have your old mom hovering over your shoulder?"
"-So we go from the south - head past the lake, but keep away from the hill. We know that's an entrance, but not a wide enough one to stage an ambush from. If we move our scouts in first and send a signal back, then-"
Robin leaned on the desk and looked over her son's shoulder as he recited the plan, nodding in approval. Her bare arms stayed crossed over her tight tank top as she listened intently for any missed calculations while her discarded coat hung just in front of the desk. She glanced around the garment at the other pair seated at the table on the far wall and nearly hidden behind a pile of books.
The two teams had occupied separate segments of the office, with Robin and his daughter electing to take the table while their guests sat at the desk. Both groups were wrapped up in their respective tasks as they combed over the most recent maps of their assigned areas and the logistics of what they'd have to work with. The windows had been drawn shut over the bright, shiny day outside and left only a fair amount of candles to illuminate the room. There could be no room for distractions.
At least not external ones.
Morgan chewed on the feathered side of her quill. She remained quiet as her father mumbled over his thoughts. She already knew the likely patterns for patrols and such. So instead, she had elected to keep herself occupied with her idea of strategy. She took her quill out of her mouth and tapped the tip at a familiar-looking structure on the map. ...Well, we know the tower is quiet," she grinned.
Her father sighed, already keenly aware of what his daughter was espousing. "Not now, Morgan," he grunted.
His daughter wasn't gonna be pushed away so easily, not when she had her own little mission in mind. "I'm just saying - we secure the gates so the stragglers can't escape, make sure the prisoners are locked up and under guard, and then slip up in the tower for round two. Easy-peasy," she argued.
Robin had to admit that her plan was enticing, but he also had to maintain his composure in the face of his minx of a daughter. "We can't stay long - we need to move to join up with the main force from the other two keeps to make sure there's no gap in the line," he explained.
Morgan pouted and sat back. "I see...so what we need is a quickie spot during the battle."
Her father tried to ignore her to focus on the task at hand, but it was clearly too late. Morgan had a plan of her own and was now on the warpath - a rather sensuous, enticing warpath. She leaned over the table, pretending to examine a particular part of the map as she hissed in his ear, "This alley looks nice - out of the way of the patrols, and we can sneak in early for a quickie."
She let go of the table edge and slowly traced her fingers to a nearby roof. "Or how about here - I'll bet my daddy would relish the chance to bend his naughty daughter over the edge of the roof and fuck her slutty holes as the enemy is directly below~"
Robin bit back a growl as his daughter turned on the charm. Morgan's usual playful antics were potent indeed, but even they paled in comparison when she placed the masque of seduction and took on the mantle of her father's personal harlot. "M-Morgan," he licked his suddenly dry lips.
She smirked before shifting her focus to the other side of town. Her finger traced over the map as she let him openly stare at her ample bosom that strained under her flier's uniform. her words carried even more oh her sultry charm as they practically oozed out of her ripe lips. "Maybe against the outer wall, by the drain gate. Or we could land in the town and find an empty room to rut in. What do you think, daddy~?"
Morgan perked up to preserve the charade for their guests as she quickly scribbled circles over all the points she'd just showed. Robin took the chance to catch his breath and steel himself before he made a move he regretted. especially when they had occupants in his usually private office.
his daughter finished circling her points on the map before she tapped the quill to capture his attention again. "Ooh ooh, how about all of them? good to have a backup plan after all. I may even set up a reward for you if we can hit all these spots...like letting my daddy sit behind me on my pegasus?" she wriggled her eyebrows.
Robin went stiff at the thought - in more ways than one. The table concealed his interest, but his daughter easily keyed into what he was thinking just by the way his face clenched. Morgan's grin spread further as she leaned in and cooed, "Sudden chill, daddy?"
"More like a pain in the neck," he grunted as he pushed his chair in.
Morgan tipped back, hands back on the edge of the table as her arms dug into the sides of her boobs. She knew he was watching intently, and after a quick glance to confirm that the other Robin and Morgan were occupied, she gave her bust a little shake for him. "Geez, getting cold in the summer months? No wonder you threw that on before you left this morning," she teased him about the mantle on his shoulders.
Robin shook his head. It was very clear that the mission would have to wait until his whirlwind of a horny daughter was attended to. At this point, he had to join her little game, lest she gets a swollen head about it. The older tactician took a deep breath and settled forward - hands steepled as he calmly engaged her.
"Well, I can't very well be showing all the hickeys my daughter gave me, can I?" he asked. Morgan blinked at his sudden words, and he pushed the attack. "The same daughter I let sleep in after she kept me up all night with her moans and screams," he smirked.
His daughter, now bug-eyed and dry-lipped, was too stunned to react. She landed back in her chair and gawked at him as he continued. "You didn't last as long this time Morgan - I only had to dump one load in you before you were a puddle in my bed. I thought I trained you better than that," he chided her.
"D-Daddy," she mumbled and squirmed in her chair. Morgan glanced away and bit her lip, the perfect visage of a compliant little girl in the face of her father.
"And to think, you didn't even wake up when I left. Didn't even have the courtesy to give your father his morning blowjob. I hope you can understand how vexing it was to deal with that before I had to grab breakfast. I even resisted the urge to just jam it in, young lady," he growled.
Morgan blinked… and shrugged.
"That's a shame- I was looking forward to another lecture from my daddy~"
"?!"
Robin's breath hitched as he felt something on his crotch - something that stroked over his trousers and the obvious tent that had formed due to their war of words. His daughter's stunned visage melted as her ever-devious grin reformed on her lips. 'When did she get her boot off?!'
"Oh gods, Morgan," he groaned.
"Oh gods, m-mommmm"
Robin looked down at her son as she pushed her breasts against his shoulder. She occasionally tapped the map to maintain illusion that she was merely observing and speculating while her other hand stroked his trousers beneath the desk. "Not so loud, Morgan - now just tell me what your plan is for the river," she whispered.
Morgan swallowed and tried to explain. His voice was obviously stilted and squeaked whenever his mother groped the bulge in his pants. As she followed his path with her free hand, he felt her fingers stroke up and down the curvature sticking out between his legs.
His eyes darted down, only for her to tap the table and clear her throat. He looked back at her to see she had her eyes locked on the map as she calmly told him, "Don't focus on that - Think of it as payment for last night."
"After all, I still owe you for ripping my pants open and tearing my panties, young man," she licked her lips and winked.
Morgan cocked his head, confusion superseding his arousal at her words. The pants made sense - he'd torn them straight off her legs and split her wide open after all. But why mention her smallclothes as well? It's not like they were anything fancy or the like. It took his mother shifting and clandestinely rubbing her bare thigh against his side before he realized why.
The leaked juices on her inner leg were all the proof he needed.
Robin squeezed his crotch to regain his attention on the task in front of them. "Now - slowly, calmly - tell me the plan," she ordered him.
Her son gulped and struggled to continue. His shaky hand reached past the river and to a grove beyond. "W-We secure this clearing and make it our armor depl-oooooy?!"
Robin pressed his dick and hissed out, "Shhh, honey. We don't want to distract the others, do we?"
He winced as her smooth yet firm grip pumped the outline of his throbbing hard arousal. The lad bit back a groan before he begged her to explain. "M-Mom, why are yo-oooh…"
Morgan's moans were like sweet music to her ears, and she reveled in them before she almost idly explained her sinister justification. "Mmm, just think of it as payback for what you did to my pants last night, young man."
She shook her head in disappointment at that rather unfortunate act the night before. "I thought I raised you better than that, Morgan - a perfectly good pair of trousers, and you rip them to get to your mother's panties?" she tutted with a frown.
"I...Well I um, that was a mis-umph?!'
His stutters were cut off as his mom clamped her lips down on his. His eyes darted over to the other Morgan to see her pointing at things and excitedly whispering to her father. Robin followed her son's gaze and pulled back before she cooed in his ear, "Morgan, that was the best night we've had yet~"