Lon'qu and Camilla - Intervention
Day 35, morning
For the most part, Lon'qu didn't care much for his newfound comrades.
Half of them pissed him the hell off.
The other half didn't seem to regard his existence.
Of course, the Nohrians and Hoshidans and whatever else they were were not all bad, and a couple of them had taught Lon'qu a few aspects of swordsmanship he had not considered.
Thus, Lon'qu enjoyed sparring with the Nohrians and Hoshidans, just for the sole purpose of bettering himself. The side-effects of such camaraderie would have to be endured for the sake of his duty, it seemed.
It was on one of these days that the Feroxi swordsman was sparring with none other but Crown Prince Xander of Nohr. Compared to the Chon'sin's rapid slashes that focused on chipping away at the opponent's defenses before a critical strike would reveal itself, the broad twin blades of Siegfried parried precisely and forced Lon'qu aside with its sheer mass and accuracy.
One particular deflection caused Lon'qu's arm to jut outwards with an audible pop, with the myrmidon immediately backing away from Xander's onslaught even as the paladin ceased his attack.
"Was that sound bone? Good heavens, we need to get that checked if that's the case," Xander lamented, quickly sheathing Siegfried and running over to Lon'qu who was just scowling and holding his wrist in apathy.
"J-just a sprain," the warrior muttered, walking off, "I'll be fine in the morning."
Expecting Lon'qu to reconsider, Xander stood there for a few seconds before realizing that Lon'qu was going to try muscling through a dislocated shoulder.
That probably wouldn't be wise.
"Now, that's nonsense," the prince insisted, calling over the medic on duty...
...Who happened to be Lon'qu's charge, Lissa. The princess skipped to her bodyguard and after a quick examination, let loose a snort-riddled laugh.
"And you call me frail," the Ylissean taunted, leaving Lon'qu with pursed lips and an annoyed look plastered all over his face. Helpless as his arm was being prodded at by the cleric, the myrmidon looked to the paladin for reinforcement.
None would come unfortunately, as the silent plea for help flew over Xander's head.
"Seriously, you train all day just for your arm to pop out like a chicken wing! I'ma call you that from now on! Chicken Wing!"
"Perhaps Chrom will let you block Siegfried with your staff for your birthday," Lon'qu retorted. Lissa blew a raspberry and bopped him lightly on the nose with her staff.
"You've walked off with worse, you baby! Why do you need m-" Lon'qu put a hand over Lissa's gaping mouth to shut her up and with a deep sigh of defeat, pointed simply to his arm.
"Just make i-it quick, woman," Lon'qu stuttered, blushing from touching Lissa's mouth. His gynophobia was further established when he spaced his body as far away from Lissa as his arm would allow.
"Heh. You get bold enough to touch me and all of a sudden you're back to the woman-fearing self that you were," Lissa teased, letting her magic do its thing. Xander took in this information with relish.
"Ah, so that explains your aversion to the women around camp," the Prince guessed, Lissa nodding in confirmation.
"See! Us Ylisseans are just as weird as the rest of you guys! I mean... not like that, but Lon'qu has his quirks too!"
Lon'qu was having none of it.
"I stab people, not indulge in the company of women," the warrior complained, pointing dejectedly to his wrist and glaring at his charge. "Anytime now, wom- Lissa." The princess giggled at her name being mentioned, and bashed Lon'qu's bad wrist with her staff, causing him to yelp in pain. If Lon'qu's glare could not get any sharper, it broke such rules of physics and established a new boundary.
"What the -hngh!"
With another strike, significantly harder, Lon'qu fell over unconscious. However, the perpetrator was Camilla, who snuck up behind Lon'qu unaware due to his focus on Lissa.
"Such rudeness to my dear Lissa," Camilla cooed, causing Lissa to laugh even at her guardian's unconscious form. Mending his wrist, Lissa left with a smile after Camilla convinced her she would take care of the daring swordsman.
"Camilla... do be gentle. I don't want to get lectured about 'strange kidnappings' from the Commanders. Again," Xander warned. Camilla merely giggled, dragging Lon'qu's limp body behind her as she walked off.
"Oh, my dear brother, this man will learn to love a womanly caress in time."
Lon'qu came to tied up next to a bed, arm feeling great but also tied to the bedpost. Outside, he could see Shepherds walking about so he knew he was still in the camp. An attempt to yell for help led him to realize his mouth was also gagged, causing him to fume silently as he worked on his binds.
Rustling behind him, Camilla watched Lon'qu in curiosity before making her appearance apparent.
"Oooh, you're awake," Camilla whispered into Lon'qu's ears, causing the Feroxi to jolt and turn.
"Mmmhmh!" Lon'qu murmured underneath his gag, prompting Camilla to straddle the swordsman in a manner that would arouse the dead. Her wide, obscenely shapely hips nearly cut off bloodflow to Lon'qu's nethers had they not been so... stimulated. The myrmidon's biology was out of whack; half of it wanted the stimulus to continue while the other half just shut down outright and expected the worst.
"MMHMMMH!" Lon'qu screamed, thrashing under the weight of the crown princess.
"Oh, such a lively spirit," Camilla noted, reaching past Lon'qu's head to undo his gag, forcing her breasts into his chest. Lon'qu squirmed hard enough to move the bed, rocking it towards his body about half a foot.
"Such a powerful force," Camilla whispered lightly at point-blank, forcing Lon'qu to close his eyes even as the gag went undone.
"W-woman, I have no idea what you plan on doing, but I do not want any part of-Mmmht!" Fearing the worst, Lon'qu opened his eyes to see Camilla's, closed in immediate proximity to him.
What was worse, was her mouth.
Her lips.
On his.
"W-what the-" Lon'qu gasped, backing up as much as he could before banging his head on the bed post. Camilla laughed and wiped her lips slowly, impressed at the tenacity of Lon'qu's will. Or the sheer lack of Lon'qu arousal. Still straddling the swordsman's lap, Camilla
"I know what you desire, Lon'qu."
"Whatever you have in mind, you getting off and away is higher on the list-Mmph!"
This time, Camilla was a lot gentler with the kiss, but Lon'qu still thrashed around, shoving Camilla away. Tsking as she brought her hand to her now bleeding lip, Camilla's eyes darkened infinitely and Lon'qu began questioning his bodily functions.
"That's no way to treat a lady," Camilla spoke disappointingly.
"T-this is no way to treat a man! Why are you doing this to me?"
"Now now, Lon'qu, I've been playing fair. Can't a princess play with her things every now and then?"
"What? N-no! There's only one princess I serve, Lady Camilla, and she would n-never do this!"
The fact that Camilla's eyes brightened up again seemed to make Lon'qu regret saying that.
"Should I bring her? Little Lissa saving her bodyguard from the evil lady?" Camilla asked temptingly, playing with Lon'qu's hair.
"Don't you dare lay hands on-" This time, Camilla's cleavage shut Lon'qu up, blocking out any form of sound escaping the thrashing swordsman's mouth.
"Oh, I won't. Besides, you'll be laying hands on Lissa, not me," Camilla whispered, smiling as she clapped three times, prompting Lissa to walk in the tent with a nervous smirk on her face.
"What the hell!?" Robin scowled, seeing Lon'qu straddled by Camilla against his will, while Lissa sat cross legged right next to them. Corrin walked in soon after, sharing Robin's displeased look.
"It's not my fault Robi-Mmph!" Camilla silenced Lon'qu with a fierce one-sided kiss, the swordsman to embarrassed and scared to even consider returning it.
"Sister? What is this?!" Corrin yelped, causing Camilla to turn with a slow smile. Behind her, Lon'qu's eyes pleaded for help.
"Care to join us, dear Sister? He has such an exotic taste!"
"..."
"..."
With that, Robin and Corrin closed the tent, leaving Lon'qu to his fate.
"What the hell is wrong with this army!?"
