Support Chapter: Definition: Something that I made up to make the story take place from different perspectives, or to tell a character's new background. In this case, it's Sain. Please enjoy.

Fire Emblem Redux: Dragon's Blood

Support Chapter: Smoke in the Sky

Sain sighed as he lifted the barrel of apples, nodding to Kent. He couldn't keep his mind off of Ariana, or Florina. Both were so beautiful, but Florina was a bit of a heathen. He smirked inwardly. If you wanted to be correct, politically and technically, they both were. One was a woman who had no idea how to breed and propagate her species; the other was raised by a dragon who thought he was a human. Well, half dragon half wyvern, according to Kai.

This didn't matter in the least to Sain. If Kent could chase a marquess' Granddaughter, he could surely chase after that illusive love bug in a heathen woman, couldn't he? He dropped the apples by the Hetwoman, and smiled. He saw a few of the village boys playing with sticks like they were swords. A few of them stood out, looking as though they had natural talent. He inwardly began to muse to himself again, as he found himself doing often when he didn't wear his armor. 'Some of those boys must have a warrior's blood in them… Still, this close to Bern and Sacae, I guess it's inevitable. This far north, it's nothing but frontier. I suppose I should be thankful that we stopped here. Great food and good looking women… but I just can't seem to put my eyes on them. No woman has looked the same sense the luisy bush incident. First they all looked like trophies or objects to be placed on a mantle, but now that I've met these women I journey with, I can't seem to even comprehend the actual act of sex. It's strange.'

Sain didn't really care much for his muse at that point, so he stopped speaking with it. He walked back towards the bath house, and briefly thought of joining garnet, who was still tied up in the storage shed. Resolutely looking at the door, trying to prove his dragonish parts. Sain shook his head in amusement as he entered the changing rooms, which were coed. He always wondered why the rooms were coed, and the baths not. Of course, no one got into their skins until they were in the bath, because of that simple fact, and there were cubby holes supplied for the guests to put away their unders. He sighed, and peeled off the shirt he had been wearing. A simple white sleeveless undershirt, with his normal green underpants. His loincloth was soaked as well. He sighed, and put them into the small wooden trunk he had rented. He grabbed up a towel and walked in. Various village men were relaxing after the long day of harvest, but they moved aside and raised a chorus when either he or Kent walked in.

He took off his loincloth, still embarrassed about himself. The other men were simply jealous. The seventeen year old could have used that as a cane if he was their age. Sain always thought it was just average or small, not as large as it was. He slipped into the water after putting away his loin cloth into the 'please wash' basket that a man would come and get every day. He put his towel in a cubby and slipped into the hot water, sighing heavily. "I can't see how you guys do this all day! Running back and forth over seventeen acres of tree and climbing them? It's enough to make a man mighty tired."

The men smirked. "Well, we don't have to lug around as much luggage as you do!" Sain looked at the man who had said it. The man had scars, and was past his prime, but still looked able to dish out some punishment. "What do you mean?"

Some of them laughed, others just snickered. Another spoke up. "Boy, your pecker is so big a blind man could use it as a cane!" The laughed at Sain's expense who blushed redder than a beet. "It's nothing to be embarrassed about. Some men are just better endowed. You just happen to be endowed like an ox."

Kent and Wil walked in after that. Kent smirked. "And we in the locker rooms had always ragged him about that." He dropped his loincloth and so did will, each inserting it into the loin cloth basket. Towels went into cubbies, and they sunk into the water. Three well muscled men with relatively few scars and nearly fifteen others with scars, muscles, and past their primes all sighed in unison as the flames in the pipes were stoked. "I'll have to give that dragon another big steak. He keeps it nice and warm in here…" one of the older men said.

Kent smiled "That was his punishment… Watching a woman in her most intimate moments is a dire offense, and Master Kai still catches hell nightly for his part in that little fiasco." Sain and Wil both paled. "Don't remind us, that's just brutal…"

Wil grinned. "What about that Ariana eh? She's a cute little button; I would gladly take Kai's place to see THAT." The men in the bath laughed.

Sain paled. "You would do no such thing!" he had kept the nineteen year old's nightly fraternizing with the village women to himself. But he held it like a concealed piece of steak from the hungry lions that could do nothing but smell blood on Wil's head. And he was close to ripping that piece of cloth off and dropping the steak.

"Ah, and that Florina! A flower amongst the flowers, I would say! A spit fire like no other! As sharp as the taste of well aged cheese, and just a smooth to boot!" Wil sighed like a boy in love.

Sain snorted. "You may be more versed in the arts of wooing, my dear archer, but I'd be willing to bet that no woman who ever rode a flying mount would DARE spend her time with an archer. Too quick to let fly the arrows!"

The men laughed loudly, and Kent smiled. Score one for Caelin. "Don't forget, my friend. Archers tend to aim high and shoot fast. I doubt they'd know much of the arts of an Ilian Tea house!"

The howl shook the house, and Wil blushed. "BAH! If women in a Daein Tavern know how to do that, why wouldn't any woman?"

The man who had commented on Sain from before spoke up. "Don't you know? Daein women are trained from birth! Too busy trying to live through the next week to reach an age where they can flee from that Marquess' hands to consider how decent it is!" The men all nodded sagely. "The man gives lechers a bad name. Hell, if there was a nation of lechers, he'd be the Grand King Puubah!"

Sain nodded. "I've heard even his boy is not safe any more. Found one of those magic women in the woods one day and had his way, and ever sense servants have fled the castle in terror."

Then men all shuddered, including Kent, Sain, and Wil. "Them magic women is a curse, I say! What man in his right mind would let some witch work magics on his body like that?"

Kent spoke up next. "Back in Caelin, I and Sain knew a man who was changed like that. He was always a bit strange, but entirely fascinated with breasts." He nodded quiet as Sain picked it up, "Even more than me, and I'm an accomplished breast examiner!"

Wil gagged silently as they continued. "One day he was sent out on rounds, and he never came back. A week later, we came into town looking for some new Tack for our horses. We saw a Woman who looked just like him, down to the muscles! We called his name, and lo' and behold, he turned to look at us, then ran like hell in the opposite direction."

The men shook their heads. "I've heard that magic don't work on people who don't want to have it done." Another spoke, "A terrible fate." And yet another. "Well, still, he'll make some Dyke a very happy woman!"

This brought the crickets out. They all looked at the offender. "What, I had a woman who liked men and women once… Course, she always found the pure dykes to bring home."

This brought an understanding nod, and the first of the leavers out. The loincloths were clean now. Sain stood up and nodded. "I think I'll be going too. That story always makes my stomach hurt."

Wil and Kent and a few of the other men nodded. "We've all heard the horror stories, and I don't think any of us are going to want that fate. Best to stop talking about it lest we bring down thunder on ourselves."

Sain got his loincloth and dried off. He knew there was a hole in which the women could see into the men's room well enough, and stood before it, drying himself. He vaguely heard gasps. He slipped on his loin and stepped into the changing room. Ariana was getting dressed as well, and she stopped to help Kai with his hands. "Well, go on in Kai. Kent will help you with your Loincloth."

Sain took her in. She was so young and beautiful, and only three years different. Supple curves and quiet angles that lauched your eyes right back into her body. She was picturesque. He quickly averted his eyes as he felt his body react, and dashed for his locker. Lo and behold, it had been switched. Kai glanced at him with a smirk as he walked in and Florina walked out. Never had the three been in the same area in this state of undress. Sain gulped, and saw his green trousers thrown onto of a chest between theirs. "Kai, I swear I will kill you." Was all he said as he stepped up to it. Ariana and Florina both cut eyes at the washboard between them, and he blushed, realizing his penis was once again on the move.

He gulped, and grabbed his shorts. "The Demon has a Demon of his own I see…" Florina said, giving his loin cloth a meaningful look.

Ariana giggled. "Enough for two or three women at once it looks like."

Sain blushed redder than a beat as he jerked up his pants, getting something pushed up in the process. He nearly screamed in embarrassment as he fumbled with it, reddening his own and both girls' cheeks. He straightened up as he put it away and jerked on his shirt. "My apologies ladies. Kai will get his just deserts for this, I grantee." He walked out of the room.

Florina talked without making a sound to Ariana. "Did you see that?" Her eyes were wide open.

"HUGE!" was all Ariana replied, her eyes just as wide.

Florina nodded, and then continued her talk with Ariana. "I'm not like they think I am, you know? My sisters… they told me that was what sisters do…" She was referring to the kiss, apparently. Lyn had avoided her and Ariana had been shy around her. Come to think of it, the girls in the locker rooms at home had also acted strange.

Ariana smirked. "I don't care." She spoke aloud. "It's not my place to judge you. What you do in your spare time is your own thing." She smirked, and looked at Florina again, speaking without words this time. "Besides, my dragon is still bigger!"

Florina paled. Once again, silent as a mouse. "Get out! He was fricking massive! Puts my Pegasus to shame when he sees a good looking mare!"

Ariana laughed. "Look at us; we're sitting here comparing a man to animals and dragons! Honestly, we must be what, twelve?"

Florina laughed as well. Men still scared her witless, but she wasn't into girls like everyone seemed to think. She just used it as a cover; it was a convenient way to avoid men. She looked at Ariana. "We must be, but honestly, he'd split you in two!"

"I don't think he's endowed like that. I think he's just long. Very long. He wasn't even ready to do the tango!"

Florina thought about it. "You know, you're probably right… I don't think any God would be cruel enough to give that lecher nothing to work with… too big, and he'll never find a clean woman to father kids, too small, and he wouldn't be any fun, apparently."

They remembered the women talking. It was Friday night, and the women were all raring to go for Saturday morning stew. They hardly ever saw a claimed couple there. The men were tired from a week of work, and the women were getting lonely. "Gods, but the men in the village aren't endowed at all!" one of the sluttier young women said. "But that Archer! Ohh is he a man!"

"But he doesn't know what he's doing half the time!"

"I don't care; he makes the men in the village seem like little pissants!"

The girls laughed. But Florina and Ariana looked at each other in shock. The women had all seen Sain's endowment. Suddenly, they felt obliged to stake their claim. Florina was out the door so fast Ariana barely had time to tie her trousers up.

Sain sighed as he stood in the dark and empty square. He heard a pattering of feet, and felt something small bump into him. He turned and grabbed quickly, snatching Florina up. She had nearly fallen back, but quick reflexes on his part had saved her. 'She must not have her night eyes right now I suppose…' he thought.

Florina smiled graciously. "Thanks…" she said quietly. "Suppose you wanted to come to breakfast with me tomorrow…"

Ariana got there just in time to see the scene, her being the damsel in distress, him the noble knight. She felt tears well up unbidden as Florina kissed his cheek. Ariana walked away then, crying slightly to herself as she headed back towards the makeshift barracks.

Sain shook his head no. "I'm sorry, but I can't. I have a lot on my mind." Florina pressed her body to his. Sain was painfully aware of the ache in his thighs, and the two thin layers of cloth between their bodies. She looked at him with pleading eyes. Sain was for the first time, nearly petrified. "I'm sorry! I can't do this!"

He let her go and walked away; leaving Florina flustered, and ready to pounce. She wanted that man, and she wasn't about to let him get away! But she could wait until he was feeling a bit friskier. She could definitely wait.

Sain sighed as he walked to the back of the shed, and let the dragon out. "Come on, let's get you untied. I think you've had enough punishment for one life time…" he said as he untied the dragon, and nodded. Garnet looked at him with respect in his eyes. He felt the dragon's voice echo much like Kai's. 'I think you're a very good man to deny the women like that. Though your hands could get a little bit steadier.'

Sain smiled. "Well, once in a lifetime was enough for me. My hips still ache from that on occasion…" The Dragon looked at him with a smirk. 'So you WERE raped.'

"Not that I think of it like that, but yes."

Sain was a pervert, yes, but he was also scared shitless when it came to actually performing the act with a woman. That Wyvern rider had scared him so badly… nothing but pure animal lust in her eyes, and a sword in her hand, and he had been her slave for nearly three days. The first several hours were pleasurable. The next days were horrible. That still didn't mean he didn't like the feel of a woman's ass in his hand or his hand on their breast. It just meant he was afraid of hip to hip contact.

Kent sighed and walked beside him. "Still paranoid about Tea houses I see…"

Sain looked at Kent. "You're the one who saved me from that witch."

Garnet's eyebrow rose. Kent sighed. "I don't like to remember that…"

Sain nodded. "I know, but I'm eternally grateful… Sorry I had to do that to you though…"

Garnet huffed. 'What's going on here?'

Sain looked over at Garnet. "You know the story about the Luisy bush incident right?"

The Dragon nodded. "Well, there's a second part we agreed to never speak of."

Kent sighed. "Might as well let the dragon know now, Sain."

"Fine. Here's how it happened…" and he began to regale the two with the story, unaware of the ears of a certain sky-blue haired girl around the corner, and a flame red haired one on the other side of her pet dragon.

It was a stormy night in the Bern Mountains. General Wallace had Order Sain and Kent to gather wood and find food. Kent had returned on time. Wallace was beginning to worry about the journeyman lancer in his ranks, Sain. He growled. "PRIVATE KENT!" The Short little red haired teenager rushed up to the brick wall that was Knight Wallace. "YES SIR!" The Chain mail clad squire stood tall and ready to serve, despite his short stature. "Find my page. His name is Sain." Kent nodded, and dashed off, following the little trail that Sain had left behind… how the Green clothed boy could leave a trail in a storm still remained to be discovered.

Sain nearly screamed from the agony of it all. About four hours ago this woman had literally JUMPED him; knocking his spear away with such force it sprained his wrist. She had dragged him, kicking and screaming back to her place. And then she had thrown him on the bed, and thrust her own spear into the door. There were no windows. There was no way out, and his wrist hurt. The first thing she did was hammer his solar plexus, knocking the air out of him. And then she cut his clothes with a slash of her sword.

For the first three hours, he had been very interested… then it started to go down hill. He was beginning to falter, and she was STILL not done. When he first slackened his pace, she slapped him. He returned to what she liked. Again he slowed only minutes later, and then she punched him square in the jaw. He broke into tears. She pulled him about like a doll and threw him down, giving herself room to work him back into an unwilling position of weakness.

Those were horrible hours of pain and torment.

The rain hammered Kent with such force he was having trouble standing. But some flame seemed to burn within his stomach. He was screaming in utter fury at the storm. "I WILL NOT FAIL SIR WALLACE!" And he trudged on, until he saw his allies spear. Fear gripped his heart. He began to look around. Shortly away, he saw clear signs of a struggle, and then he saw the boy's knife tossed onto the ground, with a bit of blood staining it. Not enough to say it had cut someone, only enough to say blood had splashed here. He saw the trail of broken twigs, and he followed it. He was suddenly afraid.

Day two. By this time, she had given her toy a few crumbs of food. However, he was forced to eat it in between the flashes of pain she continued to give him, and only to please herself. He didn't know what this was. Not even his HAZING had been this scary. And Hazing had been scary! Very scary, suffice to say it involved brands, needles, ink, and some unremoveable marks. This was going to leave marks too, but ones which could not be seen.

Kent was glad of the rain's slackening. Tracking the abductor of his friend had been hard. She or He or whatever it was left little trail, but apparently, Sain was still thrashing. Then he reached a large field. "SHIT!" he yelled. He was going to have a hard time finding the way they went.

Two hours later, he was hungry, but he had found the broken twigs lining the path the kidnapper had taken. Then he found the river. He nearly cried. But he would not fail, he knew resolutely. He began to search for the path they had taken.

Day three's dawn. Kent saw the cottage, and heard the throws of what had to be a woman's pleasure. He almost took another step, but something bothered him. There! A twig, just slightly misplaced… Something odd was going on. He stalked towards the cabin. He could vaguely hear sounds of pain.

Sain cried again. She had nearly broken his arm with that last squeeze. He finally spoke up. "MERCY! Woman, are you daft, you're hurting me! I understand you want me, but woman really! OW! AHHHHH!"

Kent nodded. That sounded like the green haired boy. He kicked the door in and drew his sword, preparing for a kamikaze charge to save his friend. He stopped after the first step.

Sain sobbed. "FOR THE LOVE OF ELMINE WOMAN! PLEASE STOP!" He looked over at Kent. "OH THANK GOD! You there, relieve me!" The red panted boy just dropped his jaw. "Are you Sain?"

"Bloody Hells Yes I am, Private Kent! Now get over here and Relieve me! She's neigh broken my hips! AIE! WOMAN FOR THE LOVE OF THE GODDESS THAT DOESN"T TWIST LIKE THAT!"

Kent watched as she twisted his allies arm into a rather painful position (And moved her naked body in the obvious throws of pleasure. For some reason he couldn't misplace the fact that she was screwing his brother in arms. And he was neither enjoying it nor despising it.) "Hold on, I'll distract her." He looked around, and picked up an armor layered boot. He flung it as hard as he could, and slammed her in the side of the head with it. She just looked at Kent with blank eyes, but she stopped moving.

Sain sighed in relief as she got up… then he howled in utter pain. His manhood now had air touching it. The rawness of his entire groin was merely irritated by the dry air. He tried to curl up, but any movement simply sent agony through him. He whimpered.

Kent faced off with the nearly zombified woman. He stepped in, and slashed, a fine ribbon being drawn across her eye. He punched her in the solar plexus following that, and for some reason, took note of her blond hair. He grabbed Sain, and ran out the door as fast as he could, sacrificing his own knife to keep her within the shed.

"Ahhh! Watch the hindquarters there chum! They're a little tender!"

Kent nodded "Right! Sorry! I'll float you down this river… may help…."

"My… how long has it been?"

"Three days."

"You're kidding! I just went over 200 rounds with a beautiful woman over three days?"

"You've got to be joking; you talked her into doing that? It looked, and seemed, like she just kind of… took you and did you."

"Well erm… You see…"

"So she DID take advantage of you!"

"Not so! She exhibited all the attributes of having eaten a flower of the Luisy bush!"

"So, it was a 'Mercy killing' of sorts?"

"If you want t term it like that, yes."

"Have any idea who it was?"

"From the way she carried her self, it was clear she was used to riding a mount, though most likely a flying one. Also, from the way she spoke, she was clearly Bernian."

"A Wyvern rider? You just slept with a Legendary ice queen?" he pushed Sain into the cold river, and walked beside the invalid victim.

"Yes, I believe so…"

The journey was uneventful until they reached base came. Kent had just ignored Sain's rather obvious injury. Sir Wallace was aghast. "I had heard of the Wyvern riders going to shacks in the middle of no where for times of extreme duress… but Elimine boy! That's what she did to you?"

The whole camp was suddenly in an uproar, and headed back to Caelin. That was the last border patrol they had gone on for quite some time.

"So that's what happened between me and Kent all those years back, and it's how we became friends."

"He's not grown much, either, in ANY attribute. Attitude, height, anything, the boy is about as sizable and as mature as he will ever be." Kent ruffled Sain's hair.

Ariana walked out from behind the bushes, intending to pretend she was going to give garnet more talking to. But she instead walked right to Sain. "Thanks for letting Garnet out… if I had done it, he might start giving me those puppy dog eyes again. Thanks for everything, Mister Demon."

For some Reason, Sain felt… Proud. "You're welcome, Angle."

She nodded, and grabbed garnet's scruff, tugging him along. He almost seemed scared.

Florina was burning underneath her clothes. She was liable to explode into flames she was so hot, and angry. That little BITCH! She dared to hit on HER man? She would pay, OHHHH She would pay.

I snickered. "So that's what happened, eh?" I grinned, and walked back towards the Barracks. "Well there's some meat on those two… maybe I can use it…" Of course, I had the bad luck to step on Lyn's foot. She happened to be leaning up against the tree. Naked. DAMNIT!

WOOSH! WHAP! THUD! SMACK! "OW!"

Kent and Sain looked over towards the woods. "What was that?"

Wil dashed out of the woods, apparently cleaning himself up. "You don't want to know."

Lyn screamed in anger. "PERVERT!"

"I SWEAR! I wasn't watching Lyn! I promise! I wouldn't do something like that!"

She snarled at me, and I screamed like a little sissy. I then proceeded to have my ass kicked like never before. This was going to be a LONG night.

Nothing like seeing a man beaten within an inch of his life. Still, Lyn IS female, and so far, she's had two of her more private moments interrupted. And yes, I know people are gonna be like "Omfg! This is SOOO nc-17, you little pervert!" and then some are gonna be "Omfg, I can't get the image of Sain's Wang out of my head! AHHH!" and still others will be "Using the same joke twice? Unoriginal." But you know what?

I don't care! HAHAHA! Lyn shall continue masturbating and something bad will befall her every time! BWAHAHAHA! smacked

Lyn: he's lying of course… if I don't get some me time, and soon, I swear to god, Arimadios, I will kick the living SHIT OUT OF YOU!

… Uh right… She'll have much lemony goodness next time I decide to write an SC. Basically, Support chapters are going to be rated M+ for a lot of reasons. Carry on soldier! (P.S. I'm too lazy to play the game right now. The sooner someone tells me chapter 4's bosses name, the sooner I can get them to pwning faces, eh? I'll play it… eventually. I just don't wanna!)

God ye good eve.