A Perverted Princess and her Tactician

by Johny Olde

Taking things nice and slow in a relationship is all well and good, but being patient was never Cynthia's strong suit... Contains explicit and incest content. Fire Emblem and all of its characters belong to Nintendo and Intelligent Systems. I own nothing nor do I claim to.

4. Teasing Or Consequences

Summary:

When you see something you did not intend to, it is very difficult to forget, let alone ignore...

Notes:

Fire Emblem and all of its characters belong to Nintendo and Intelligent Systems. I own nothing nor do I claim to.

This chapter was written by vic1992 from Fiver.c o m.

I also had editing help from other sources but they wish to be anonymous. Still, thank you for the help. Hope to get more from you.

All characters are 18+ as in all of my stories.

Chapter 4: Teasing Or Consequences

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Every time the galloping horses' legs hit the ground, a sonorous clap reached both princesses ears. And since many young men and women rode with them that morning as their personal guards, the sound became an incessant clatter of hooves against rock solid ground. The sky was clear and sunny with a comforting breeze; the perfect day for the riding exercises Frederick had prepared for the sisters. Judging by the size of the garrison, the master knight had moved for guarding. While it was natural for someone in Frederick's position to take utmost care of his lieges, he sure took this to the absurd. The number of horsemen on the vanguard and rear of their formation was so large it could have passed as a caravan instead of a regular riding exercise. Banner men on the front carried long flags with the Mark of Naga, the royal emblem of Ylisse.

Frederick rode on a huge brown-maned war horse, with mighty legs and ecru locks. He commanded the long line of riders joined by his wife, Sully. While it's a fact that the younger Sully was more brawn than brains and never said no to a fight, the years after the war with Frederick had certainly appeased her to a degree. She now rode full of resolution and pride instead of the usual aggressiveness she used to convey. After the defeat of Grima, she achieved glory and the approval of everyone throughout and beyond the halidom. Her horse was a shade darker than her husband's but not smaller, and both theirs and the princesses' steeds donned shining war-ready plates.

"Are you sure this is all necessary?", whispered Sully to her husband whilst looking at the needless armament the riders displayed. "I mean, we're just taking the girls to a riding training, I'm sure we can-"

"These are the colors of the proud halidom of Ylisse my dear, and we shall wear them with honor," retorted the captain of the knights without slowing his pace. The immense silver armor on both him and his horse made him look like a steel god in battle. It was admirable, but also intimidating. "Both Lady Lucina and Lady Cynthia admire your resourcefulness and skill in battle. So what could entice them to further improve in their training more than having you here amidst the royal knights of the realm?" He questioned with a smile, masking his egotism.

"What if this makes us a target? There are still bandits around, you know… though we can still beat their arses… Hah, and any idiot that dares to attack us!", exclaimed Sully before bursting into a loud yet confident laugh.

In front of them, two banner men led the road. And behind them, separated by two more mounted sentinels, were the two sisters riding together. The wind made Lucina's long hair flow back as she rode her horse. Beside her, Cynthia's twin tails swayed. Both girls strapped more protection than usual. While Lucina wore her blue daily tunic most days, this time she had a steel shoulder guard over it that extended down her wrist, engraved with beautiful floral motifs. As for Cynthia, she had her usual Pegasus Knight uniform which was more than effective in protecting her against any sort of attack and allowed her to move gracefully without reducing her speed. Both of them looked elegant and mighty, but a certain one had a contrary mood. Cynthia was her usual outspoken self, but Lucina was quiet. Her eyes stared, distant, at the forest whilst replaying a constant memory in her head for the last few weeks.

Reliving the last few hours in her head, Chrom's firstborn daughter looked lost in her thoughts.

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The night before was rather good for a change. Though she recalled having a dream, she didn't remember anything specific about it other than round smooth objects bouncing without end. The next morning, Lucina woke refreshed and well rested. Her stewardess informed her of her morning bath and Lucina stood and thanked the maiden before she walked towards the bathroom. She splashed her face with water before approaching the tub where she stopped to gaze at her reflection. She bore the usual mess of bed hair but besides that, she looked better than she had been compared to the last two weeks; the dark circles around her eyes seemed to have vanished and her face didn't look so pale. She smiled in earnest, removed her clothes and coated herself in the citrus-floral fragrance she wore during her training days. She had a long day ahead of her today so she dove into the tub and allowed the hot water to wash her slim figure.

"Haahhh…" Sighing in content, she settled in to relax, feeling her day was beginning to look bright. But the thought of her prying on her younger sister clung to her mind, making her feel awkward and insecure.

'She has forgiven you,' said a fair voice inside her head, the more analytical and rationing part of her mind. 'And she seems more than alright with it, there's no point in beating yourself up over this… and Cynthia seems glad to be of help with this issue!'

'But still… isn't there wrongness to it? We're sisters, for Naga's sake!', cautioned the more sensitive part of herself. Fear was still present in a situation like that, even if it's someone she loved very much like Cynthia. 'In all of our lessons and teachings, I've never heard making out with your sister was ever allowed, or even a part of anything!'

'That may be so,' reckoned the other voice in her mind, which was her own, although it sounded much lower. 'But how have their teachings helped with this matter? You've been wailing on the inside for weeks, and last night you glimpsed a small release when you shared kisses with Cynthia. And they felt good, didn't they? To feel her full, soft lips pressing against yours as she taught you a secret lesson was more than alright, don't you think?'

'B-But!'

'And your body also reacted positively,' said the voice, relentlessly. 'Just that little display of pleasure made you rest properly, and now you have the energy to endure the day. Don't you see it's a natural need?'

'It is a sin, we'd be considered abominations in the eyes of heaven.' she resorted, although it sounded more like an excuse than a true belief.

'It would be a sin if she didn't offer herself gladly. Don't Naga's books preach on tending to others plights? Couldn't it possibly be what Cynthia is trying to do with you?' said the voice, and Lucina felt it was wiser in spite of her objections. There isn't anything wrong with love… right?

There was no obvious answer to her dilemma, but if she stayed contemplating in the tub, it would obstruct her in seizing the day. Her situation still puzzled her, but she got more upbeat after she had dressed up in her usual blue tunic with a pair of leather riding boots and gauntlets. She walked as straight as an arrow instead of slouching. The stone staircase was a hotspot. It's where people meet on their way to the great hall, and today did not differ from the norm. Nobles and friends walked the corridors on every floor and greeted Lucina with smiles.

"Hey there! Looking healthy, Lu!" said Morgan, coming from the hallway on the first floor carrying a thick red leather book in her left hand. "I wonder what they're making for breakfast today! Oh, and don't tell anyone about this, but if we get a seat next to Owain, we could slip a little bit of this into his drink…" she said revealing a tiny burgundy flask. It was so small, it fits between her index and her thumb. The expression on Lucina's face was serious despite holding the laughter in, and Morgan felt compelled to explain herself. "It's just some hot sauce! He's always hot for duels and fights and I thought this may suit him, don't you think?"

"Hot sauce?" asked Lucina, her eyebrow trembling.

"Well I think it's hot sauce. It may also make him hit the restroom and don't go out for a week…" confessed Morgan, hoping her faint smile would convince Lucina to join in. "How funny would that be? Quite a sight to see, huh?"

Lucina stared at the young tactic trickster with a poker-face and her thoughts had already steeled themselves to not even think about joining her bandwagon. So, she simply walked past whilst bidding her, "Goodbye, Morgan. Best of luck with that."

Morgan gaped with a sweat drop before swiveling and crying out her small request. "Wait! Don't tell anyone about it, Luce! Okay!?"

The princess shook her head in disbelief and sighed. She had more urgent matters to attend to than this teen's silly pranks.

The great hall was full as usual during breakfast, and the stewards and their assistants tended all the nobles and men from the military with great care and swiftness. When Lucina sat at the royal table, placed at the far end of the room on top of a short staircase, her parents were already there. Frederick heeled them whilst carrying several scrolls. He then placed them on the wooden table amidst the golden goblets from which they drank their morning beverages.

"Good morning, Lady Lucina," said the knight in his usual enormous and cumbersome armor. "I see you arrived with your usual punctuality, a trait bestowed upon your line from the days of the Hero-King."

"Good morning to you too, Frederick," replied Lucina, nodding at the veteran knight's typical pomposity. "And to you as well, Mother, Father."

The King and Queen bowed their heads lightly at her daughter, a pleasant smile on their faces. "You look well-rested and ready to face the challenges of the day." complimented Chrom, a warm smile on his face. "You and your sister have a tough day of training ahead of yourselves today," he added before turning to his loyal deputy, "don't they Frederick?"

"Absolutely," he said in all seriousness. "I've sketched a map of the area we'll be traversing and prepared an itinerary- But where could your sister be? I'd hate to repeat myself when she arrives."

The servants brought them their meals and beverages in an orderly manner. The table's center had a large pot filled with stew made from peas, beans and onions. They then poured in small bowls for their consumption, and more with scrambled eggs, loafs of dark bread, hams and yellow cheese wheels soon filled the table. But the couple, Cynthia and Robin, seemed to be missing.

Elsewhere in the castle…

"Come on! We're already late!" whispered the younger princess to her lover, still on the lower end of the stone staircase.

"I know that! It was a bad idea to go at it this morning, I knew we'd show up late!" protested Robin, hopping on one foot as he tried to fit his boot in the other.

"Oh you loved it! Don't pretend you didn't Robin!" said the mischievous princess, twirling her ponytails just like her boyfriend liked it. "Now hurry! Father and Frederick's got an expedition planned or something like that!"

"Of course I loved it, but that's not the point!" argued the white haired tactician, promptly joining her side as she crossed the threshold to the enormous dining room. As members of the court surrounded them, they forced him to lower his voice to spare them any detail. "If only a certain princess managed to get up earlier we could've both enjoyed ourselves and be on time for breakfast…" he taunted.

"I hate getting up early, you know that!" whispered Cynthia, smiling politely at the nobles who greeted her. She then walked towards the high table where the rest of her family awaited.

"I know…" conceded Robin, walking rapidly among the long wooden tables the nobles shared when a thought filled his mind with concern. "But we should've arrived at a separate time from the other. We're still supposed to be on separate chambers, remember?"

"They won't mind! We're together all the time anyways!", she replied in haste, now reaching the high table at the end of the hall. "Good morning! Mother! Father! Lucy! It's so nice to see you all today." she announced in high spirits. But Robin looked at the tip of his boots behind her, embarrassed. Chrom and Sumia didn't miss how the tactician had arrived together with their daughter that morning, but before any of them could question him, Frederick took over.

"I do hope you feel well rested this morning, Lady Cynthia. I was about to explain the itinerary I prepared for today's journey." claimed Frederick as he stood to give her a proper bow. He unfolded the parchment scrolls he had brought, revealing a map drawn on black ink of the surroundings of their castle in a radius of around twenty miles. It contained all of the details pertaining the geography of the place. The woods that grew around the castle served a double purpose. It not only acted as a natural defense for the fortress, but it also allowed cavalry and archers a place to train. It served as their exercise in a real combat environment against many beasts roamed free. A red line indicated the path the great knight deemed most optimal for them.

"The royal woods originate from a narrow lake in the forest, which is the place I've chosen pivotal in our expedition." He patted the parchment and slid his finger across the red line which ended in the lake. "I estimate the ride to get there will take all morning. It will work as preparation for our return, but I'll get to that in a minute. When we reach the lake, we'll eat lunch and catch a small break before engaging in both swordplay and fencing. On the way back, I'll prepare some obstacles to test the riding skills you are to acquire during our morning gallop. Understood?" he asked in his typical no-nonsense tone, as his finger kept signaling the course they'd traverse that day.

"I understand, Sir Frederick" replied Lucina in haste.

"I got it, yes! But why do I have to go? Pegasus Knights have way much more skill than regular riders! And we cover more terrain by flying!" argued Cynthia a bit annoyed with arms folded.

"What if your flying steed becomes compromised?" questioned Frederick with a sharp glare. "It's an unfortunate situation that has occurred in the past, and there needs to be a countermeasure for such instances."

"Yes, yes, but is this all necessary? I mean we fought against Grima! The war is over!" kept arguing the younger princess, reluctant to spend the day outside.

"And I suppose this has nothing to do with Robin being available all day today, right child?" spoke the Queen in a soft voice that hinted a giggle. Cynthia made an attempt to respond, yet nothing but mumbles came out of her trembling lips. This further broadened the Queen's smile.

"It's true our collected efforts stopped Grima's rise and the threat of the Risen," claimed King Chrom in a fair voice and everyone on the table quieted down. "But if we allow our skills to remain untrained, decadence will follow. We must strive to hone our abilities, so we can stay victorious and preserve the halidom for many ages to come. And Robin, you won't be spared of such either. It's best you spend the morning preparing for the upcoming meeting of the nobles of the inner provinces. They're still interested in trading with Ylisstol, though we'd have to make them a proper offer that can benefit us all."

"I trust you with this, and you can prepare using any books you require from the Library."

"At once, my liege" said Robin and bowed to his king.

While she may have some influence over her mother Sumia, Chrom's words were final. A defeated Cynthia pouted before nodding at her father. She then gave Robin a look of sadness before dipping her spoon in into her bowl. She took the onion pottage and ate slowly.

Like many younger siblings, Lucina thought Cynthia would have the final say and freedom to do whatever she pleased, but it was still a fact that she couldn't evade her royal responsibilities. So Lucina felt a bit refreshed to see their parents were instilling some little discipline on Cynthia rather than letting it all fall on her shoulders.

Once breakfast was finished, the girls were given more time to prepare themselves and find the gear useful for their venture, while Frederick went for the stables to saddle their horses with the help of some of the esquires. Lucina was ready and she carried Falchion on her leather scabbard, which hung to the right side of her waist. She pulled up her riding boots and went for the gates of the castle behind the tall great knight for the stables, but she spared one last look at her sister and her boyfriend.

At the feet of the grand stone staircase the couple shared a tender kiss, though judging by how Cynthia pulled the collar on Robin's cloak it seemed they both wanted to do more than just kissing. But time pressed on, and there were far too many people in the vicinity to scurry away from them, so they separated and bid their goodbyes, promising to meet later that night. A drowning sensation of longing then struck Lucina who stood there, frozen. So, with a heavy heart, she went outside.

If she were a man, she wouldn't mind snogging with Cynthia all day, much less after feeling the soft touch of her full thick lips. Even though she was feeling frightened the night before, her younger sister had cared enough to stay. She was patient in teaching her how to act upon her instincts and desires, which then opened a world of exciting possibilities for her. But it was still a little weird. The initial shock of her kiss hadn't completely faded, and even though she had certainly enjoyed her display of love it was still a little too raw for her to comprehend. She shook her head and hurried behind Frederick before he could notice her slow pace.

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And now they rode to the forest where Frederick had prepared their training, with a lengthy companion of riders guarding them. Talkative and cheery, Cynthia spoke with a rider next to her, a young woman clad in studded leather armor.

"So when the Risen came for us, I just had to swoosh from the sky with my Pegasus and, wham! They were all done for before they could realize it!" she exclaimed, imitating with her hand the motion of her steed landing on the battlefield and mimicking an explosion.

"You really are a hero! I can only hope to get as good as you some day!" replied the young soldier with an excited voice. As an attempt at modesty, Cynthia scratched the back of her head as she gave her new friend a large grin.

"Well… I had to train real hard to do something like that! Never neglect on your training, and spar and practice as much as you can!" she said, imitating a pro.

"Hehehehe…"

Sully couldn't help to laugh softly when she heard her. Somehow, Cynthia reminded her of her younger self, but the princess mistook this for the great knight making fun of her. "Ah! You're laughing at me, aren't you?"

Sully shook her head. "Of course not," she said, although in the princesses' eyes, it sounded just like that. "I just got reminded of my glorious days when I was younger."

However, Cynthia was not taking it. "No, I'm sure you're making fun of me, Sully! I worked hard, you know!"

"With some slacking off n' training negligence here and there? Yeah right." Sully teased.

"You did, too!" Cynthia retorted, which earned a small pause from Sully.

The female then looked over before confidently saying, "I'm pretty sure I train way harder than you, princess."

"B-But I have cooler stories than you!" Cynthia wasn't backing down, and neither was the great knight.

"You mean with the sounds you add? Then let's hear it."

"There was this time when I whooshed-"

"Ah, yeah! You mean when you tripped on your own feet trying to whoosh in on your grand entrance landing?"

"Ah-!"

"Damn, that sure was amusing!" Sully commented with a snicker.

Cynthia pouted more in annoyance. "T-That never happened!"

"Oh it happens…" Sully smirked, "quite often I might add."

"Grrrrrr…" Cynthia growled with a red face, frustrated by her hapless tripping over her clumsy entrances she desperately wants to perfect. "A hero always needs a grand entrance!"

"Keep dreaming, kiddo. No one does that malarkey."

"Someday, I'll show you! And I'll have you know-!"

They bickered, while other riders look on in amusement. But still, none of this shook Lucina from her trance. Her hands curled around the reins of her horse. Other than occasionally answering Frederick's questions about horseback riding, she stayed silent.

Only when both Sully and Cynthia finished arguing was that the silence stemming from her took a hold of the vanguard. They were expected to ride all morning and reach the lake by mid-day. Now they were entering the edge of the woods and their riding pace became slower given the narrow path with thick rows of birches, oaks and cedar trees.

Lucina couldn't stop thinking about Cynthia. It irked her that she lost all focus on anything other than recollecting the night her sister had entered her bedroom and made out with her. What's worse, is that she was a mere feet away from her and there was nothing she could do about it. She can't even talk openly about her encounter last night. And now that everyone around her was quiet, it was like her thoughts had turned into deafening voices in her head and they tormented her.

Was she actually jealous of how Robin and Cynthia could love each other so openly? Or was she just curious to see how it would feel to have someone special in your life?

She followed the teachings of Naga ever since she was young but, she couldn't stop thinking of how the couple were unable to stay apart from each other. At how much they delighted in their partner's body when they had sex. Lucina had never seen anyone bellow so loud or act so passionate in her whole life, and the longing to feel the same both physically and emotionally was devastating.

Robin was a perfectly handsome man, not too tall yet not short, and not too heavy yet slim. Seeing him naked had awoken deep feelings of yearning that made her feel tingly and hot. However, she still thought his most attractive feature was his warm smile and his friendly nature, even if it wasn't someone highborn.

But Cynthia was a beauty of herself, mostly because of her physical attributes. Growing up with her, Lucina noticed the change in her sister's body when it first began. Her childlike body grew curves on the chest and waist a little after her own.

The rigorous training with the Pegasus had turned Cynthia's body into the perfect example of male attraction. Her legs had turned firm despite the softness of her skin. Her calves and thighs were smooth to the touch despite the strong muscle. Her naturally wide hips had become robust and her buttocks plumped, so voluptuous that a single hand couldn't cover an entire cheek and the flesh would pour from the gaps between the fingers. Lucina knew this because she'd seen Robin do it.

She felt her skin turn a tad hotter when she remembered this, and her breathing became more intense. But what gnawed at her from the inside was the thought of her round, soft and heavy breasts that Cynthia allowed Lucina to touch and squeeze. Even though she was the older sister, Cynthia had developed a much larger bust that caught the eye of any male. But none of them dared make a move since her relationship with Robin was nearly official.

Still, that didn't mean Lucina felt any sort of jealousy over her sister's physical appearance, in fact it made her happy to see Cynthia bloom into a beautiful woman. But, after last night, her huge bust was something that made Lucina salivate wildly. Since she had breasts of her own she couldn't help to wonder if her sister's would be more sensitive than hers. How the soft caresses would feel when kneading, and if she'd like to get rough with the nipples.

Without realizing, Lucina's gaze had turned to her side where Cynthia rode as fast as her in the same position. She held the reins of her steed, and she looked absentmindedly at the row of trees on the side of the road, but Lucina saw the slight movement of her breasts jiggling under her uniform with every time her horse galloped, and felt a rush of blood run both to her face and her crotch.

'Ah… they're so big… it's like they can move on their own…' Lucina thought to herself as her cheeks turned a faint pink. 'And they feel so soft… I wish I could feel them jiggling under my palms right now…'

"Steep climb, up ahead!" announced Sully in a loud commanding voice. "We're gonna' have to ride faster!"

"Lady Cynthia, Lady Lucina, please make sure your horses are stepping on the highest points of the path" recommended Frederick, concerned as always. "That way they'll cover more ground and you will be able to reach the top of the road easier."

"On it!" claimed Cynthia and lashed the reins. Her mare seemed to follow her instruction, and stretched its legs longer, climbing the rocky ground more easily. "Come on Luce! Let's do it!"

Lucina almost jumped off her horse when Cindy exclaimed her name, and followed suit. But matters turned for the worse when she realized the action only made Cynthia's chest bounce more. Lucina couldn't keep her eyes away from her, and lashed the reins to get an even better look for her sister that was a yard ahead of her. Positioning right next to her, the elder sister glanced over the younger's bust, entranced by the jiggling motions. Memories of that night rushed to her head with even more intensity. And all she desired was to squeeze them tight and knead them for as long as she can. Despite of her leathery armor, it was still noticeable how there was a perky end in the place where her nipple ought to be. Just thinking of it rocking up and down like the rest of the mound sent shivers down her spine, and a familiar sensation spread down her crotch.

When Robin took Cynthia to the stables, he made sure her breasts didn't go unattended. He grabbed them and squeezed them, gently at first, but tighter when he thrusted and penetrated deeper. He flickered her nipples with his index finger and she bellowed in pleasure, risking being discovered by anyone nearby. When they had sex on the castle's library, her bust was so huge she had to support it on the table as her boyfriend rammed his massive cock inside of her. Oh, how she wished she could bury her face in them right there, seeing how Robin kept thrusting into her as her pants and moans grew louder. And now Lucina sensed the very same craving, to squeeze, grab, or even suck on her sister's enormous and beautiful mounds, which bounced non-stop as she galloped over the hill.

The hairs on the back of Cynthia's head bristled as they did whenever she felt watched. She looked to her left and saw Lucina staring at her, except her eyes were darted downward on her frontal feature. A bit surprised, although the look on Lucina's face made her realize what she's looking at which caused her lips to slowly turn upward in a wicked smile. The red flush contrasted with her long blue locks, and among beads of sweat she could read her angst and yearning, longing to touch her one more time. And by the way her sister's eyes stared at her chest, it was mighty easy to see what had her so worked up.

When Lucina's eyes met with Cynthia's, it was obvious the younger princess was aware of how her sister desired her, and for a moment none of them spoke; but then the elder sister looked away embarrassed, beads of sweat dropping from her forehead. Was she really staring at her sister's chest? What was wrong with her? When would she come back to her senses? Frustrated, she darted her eyes on the reins of her mare again, but she couldn't shake the images of her sister's jiggling bust and tempting moans. It was getting harder by the minute to hold back and not be carried away by the whirlwind of passion in her heart. But Lucina thought she could talk to her sister and explain herself. It didn't have to be weird. They've known each other for so long and had stuck through thick and thin, so the very least she could do was to apologize if it made her feel uncomfortable.

She turned her head to her and what she witnessed nearly made her heart jump out of her chest. Cynthia had gotten even closer, close enough for her to whisper in Lucina's ear, but that was the least of her concerns. The thing was Cynthia, with a blush and a perverted smile, continues to glare at her. Feeling slight discomfort, she lost her voice and couldn't speak while Cynthia caught on to what she was looking at. She then noticed her lowering her studded breast plate and then unbuttoned two top buttons of her uniform, revealing the upper part of her two huge jiggling mounds.

Now that they were in broad daylight, they seemed a bit paler than the rest of her skin. Lucina counted three tiny moles on her chest and her own heart raced so fast she could feel it pounding on the sides of her head. Cynthia then grabbed one of them seductively and fondled them for her viewing pleasure. Lucina swallowed a copious amount of saliva in her mouth, and almost made her mare crash against Cynthia's but she kept a steady pace, all under her sister's lustful glare.

"You like what you see, don't you Sis? Can't wait to get any more of this, can't ya?" said that glare. Then she whispered with seductiveness in her tone, "Guess what… neither can I." Squeezing her tit for measure followed by a perverted wink at her.

Lucina instantly looked away mortified, her face red as a tomato and her eyes completely shut. How could she tease her like that?! It was the middle of the day, soldiers surrounded them! Even Frederick could have seen what she was doing. Feeling dizzy, she pursed her lips into a tight line, attempting to repress a high-pitched cry. Now it would be another one of Cynthia's provocative taunts locked forever in her memory, possibly with more nights with little sleep.

"The branches are getting in the way!" announced Frederick a few yards ahead of the princesses. The rattling noise of the banners hitting the lower branches of the trees on the side of the road made it difficult to understand his words. "Be wary!"

But Lucina was too distraught to pay any attention to his warnings. Her eyes were still shut and she shook her head, trying to get the naughty ideas of seeing her nude sister out of her mind.

"Duck!" cried Sully seeing how Lucina wouldn't react. "Now!"

But it was all too late. By the time Lucina opened her eyes, a cedar branch was inches away from her face and it was impossible to slow down her mare.

WHACK!

When it hit her head, everything went black and the princess fell off her horse.

THUD!

Cynthia let out a horrified scream.

All the horsemen riding behind them skillfully avoided the fallen princess. Lucina rolled downhill and would have kept rolling down if not for a concerned Cynthia who jumped off her horse and rushed to her aid.

"Lucy!" she cried. She grabbed her sister's arm and stopped her, allowing some of the soldiers to gather around her to help. "She's out! We need to stop!"

"Men! Gather around and bring her back to her horse!" ordered Frederick, as his face paled.

While it was true Cynthia was mischievous and enjoyed teasing her sister, she didn't mean to harm her by any means. So when she saw an unconscious Lucina being lifted by the guards, she couldn't help to feel a sharp guilt up her spine and her shoulders weighed heavy with regret. It had been all a playful game! Why did something like this happen? Her heart pounded rapidly in her chest, and she stood there on the ground for a little while, stunned and unsure of what to do.

"We gotta' set up camp for now." said Sully to her husband, who looked mortified at the sleeping princess. "Two soldiers should stand guarding the perimeter, and the rest cover our flanks. You two! Lift the royal tent!" she ordered to two of their soldiers, who began the task.

They made their way down to the foot of the hill to a small clearing and set up a large tent with extra space. As commanded, the soldiers patrolled the surroundings, most of them with a serious look on their faces. Cynthia, Frederick, Sully, and one of their master herbalists stayed inside taking care of Lucina.

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An hour had passed, and the hit made a visible bump on her forehead. The herbalist then lathered a thick paste with a minty smell and applied a small bandage over before leaving to let her rest.

It was unusual to spot Frederick so somber, watching over Lucina with an air of serious thoughtfulness. He felt responsible for the incident and judging how he brooded; it burdened him with guilt as he was their instructor for the day. What would King Chrom think if he saw his dear Lucina in that state? He'd seen things during the war. He witnessed men who did not wake up from a blow to the head, or how they lost themselves afterwards. Some had difficulty performing the most menial task. If that happened to the princess then, it's all over for him. The worst part was that he failed his liege and himself. The firm discipline of his ways hadn't been enough to conduct a simple training, and now everything had plunged into woe.

"Oh come on, enough with the horse slop!" burst Sully growing tired of his brooding. "It could happen to anyone, there's no need beat yourself over this!"

"Yes there is," he replied concerned, staring into Lucina's closed eyes. "I should have prepared the road ahead for everyone. It's all my fault. I'm responsible for her downfall. I should have removed every single branch we were going to venture through… if I stand trial for my misdeeds, then I shall face the results in its entirety, for-"

"Are you listening to yourself? You? Going to the dungeons because something distracted Lucina?" argued Sully, raising her voice as she did every time she started to get mad. "Do you really think Chrom will imprison his most trusted knight over an accident? She's not that injured!"

"Seriously, there's no need to make such a big fuss over this," joined Cynthia. "Accidents do happen, after all… even to someone as focused as Lucy."

"But how?" insisted Frederick. "The princess is both agile and dexterous. How could something like this happen to her so easily? Even in battle she has been able to remain calm and focused…"

"Well…" began Cynthia, trying to put her thoughts in order. If they discovered how she was teasing her sister then everything would become more complicated, and for once she thought of the consequences of her actions. However, she could tell a white lie. "Remember yesterday? Lucina and I had… a bit of an argument. Nothing too bad, but I think she was a little upset. She kept training non-stop for hours, even after sunset on the castle's training fields and I don't know if she had enough sleep. Maybe all the exhaustion finally caught up with her, right?"

"Hmm…" pondered Sully. While Cynthia was much more talkative than Lucina, it's strange she came up with so many explanations just like that, as if expecting somebody to ask her. "And what's this? Why is your blouse so open?" she asked, noticing how her bosom was almost visible from her point of view, prompting Cindy to blush furiously.

"A-Ah! This!? H-How did this happen?!" she stammered and her breathing became agitated. "It was a little hot, so I thought I could use some air! Must've forgot to button it back when Lucy fell off her horse." she replied with a nervous giggle. Sully raised an eyebrow at that.

"Lady Cynthia!" said a shocked Frederick. "I'm sure there's no need to tell you, but it is not proper for someone part of the royal blood to be exposed like that! You're our princess after all!"

Cynthia backed away from them whilst covering her chest. She buttoned her blouse back up, as if it was a coincidence, but some men around the tent already gave her glances here and there without her realizing. Gossip then ensued among the low-ranked soldiers at how fantastic her cleavage looked. But Frederick was stern enough to discipline them if any of them spoke openly about her, so the rumor would die before it starts.

With a sigh, he concluded, "I'll have to report this incident to the King," he said firmly. "And carry whatever punishment he deems fit for my faults."

"W-What? But—hold on! Must Father really know about this? Must you tell him?" she exclaimed, overly concerned and Sully's suspicions rose.

"And why shouldn't I?" questioned the great knight, who still felt profoundly guilty over the matter. "I have failed my liege, and it is because of my lack of preparation that Lucina has fallen. How can I in good conscience continue to serve the realm and his highness if I can't be true to him?"

"Uh, but-!"

"I know I should have cleared the road better just as I used to when milord was around. I should know better by now." He brooded with his eyes closed.

Cynthia stomps her foot and exclaimed, "Oh, you fret over everything, even stupid little pebbles unlikely to trip someone!"

Sully smirked amusingly at that. "Ha! Yeah, and that's something your Ma has a talent for, hence how you take after her on that too."

Cynthia shot her an offended glare at that remark of her mother's rather bad rep, as well as herself, while Frederick cleared his throat and stated his serious defense on the matter. "Ripples can be made with a single pebble, Lady Cynthia. They may trip, not only Lady Lucina, but you as well. Therefore, I'm afraid they are a threat to us now. I will do everything in my power to prevent the same fate from happening to King Chrom-"

Groaning over this ridiculous issue, Cynthia brings her fists to her head and screams, "Aaarrrrrghhh! GAWDS, JUST SHUT UP, YOU TWO!"

Both Frederick and Sully refrained from speaking again after witnessing the princess' outburst.

"Look, Father doesn't need to know about this. There's no need to worry him over Lucy! She'll likely wake up in a few minutes! Plus, I'm worried she'll feel embarrassed if all of this gets to his ears!" chattered Cynthia waving her palms in a calming gesture. Yet the words came out of her mouth so fast it was nearly incomprehensible.

Frederick looked down at Lucina's pale face, helpless, before turning his head to his wife. Though Sully had was even more suspicious of her role in the incident than before, she didn't accuse her of anything and instead glanced sharply at them in alert. "We'll have to continue this discussion later. We've been found." she said as she grabbed her long silver lance.

All three of them went out of the tent to find one of the guards rushing towards them, his eyes wide. "Bandits, sir! A band of goons tailed us from the hillside and are about to reach us! What do you command?!" he exclaimed, unsheathing his blade.

"All infantry will maintain the defensive formation with a wall of shields around the tent!" replied his commander out loud so all the soldiers within earshot could hear him. "We've got few archers, but they shall stand behind the defensive row and rain arrows upon the enemy. If any of you hold a lance or a spear, I place you in between every shielding knight. If they've come to reach us so fast they ought to be mounting horses too, and lances are the optimal weapon against mounted enemies."

"These darn bandits! Haven't we fought enough against Risen for them to run at out of sight?!" claimed Cynthia, but deep down she felt relieved Frederick and Sully couldn't continue their interrogation.

"Heh, let them come. All this time in the castle, tending to nobles and bigwigs hadn't made me a bit rusty. It's been ages since I last had the chance to battle!" declared Sully, eager to fight.

The knights made a circular formation around the tent and stood firm on the ground in order to withstand whatever assault the enemy had. The cavalry patrolled in front of their immense shields so they could maneuver and force the enemy break ranks or disrupt any hit. All archers stood behind the armored knights as commanded, and they readied their bows and arrows just as their defenders finished making the circle around the tent. As for their leaders, they became the last line of defense for Lucina, and stayed the closest to the tent to better protect her.

Even though Cynthia thought bringing many soldiers to a simple training jaunt was a little unnecessary on Frederick's part, she couldn't be more grateful to him now. They were the proud knights of Ylisstol, and they looked mighty in their armored plates and studded leather, their proud banners waved with the breeze.

A heavy silence fell upon them, and only the occasional metallic rattle of weaponry and armor was heard. Even the air felt heavy and full of electricity, the calm before the storm. It was past midday and a large cloud approached. Knights, archers and riders stood silent and gripped their weapons tight as they faced a strong wind. When the gust pushed the cloud to cover the sun's rays, the bandits appeared.

The raider's numbers were greater than theirs, but they all seemed a mass of brute, untrained assailants garbed in beast pelts, and, hides. They carried weapons that were made of bone and tusk, not steel. Most of them were on foot, but a large number of them rode horses stolen from the neighboring villages. And they were stared menacingly at their foes while caressing the edge of their blades. Their leader marched forth, an enormous nimrod clad in a bear's pelt and he wore its skull as a half helm; his muscular torso was mostly exposed amidst the jumbled mess of leather stripes, and every inch of his chest was covered by scars. He rode a black stallion and carried an enormous bone axe, and when he stopped his steed he didn't appear to want any parley. He let out a bellowed roar and his companions behind him joined in an ululating chant that marked their attack.

So without any word, the barbarians rained upon them. They forced their horses forward and clashed against the wall of shields put up by the soldiers in a cacophony of screams and battle cries. The knights endured their assault, and gave them no ground. The royal cavalry protected the knights as they could, flanking the mounted enemies and attempting to knock them off their horses. The infantry pierced them with their long lances and halberds; but for every enemy that fell, three emerged. And before long, the waves of raiders throwing themselves against the circle defending the tent seemed insurmountable.

"Steady!" announced Sully, and the archers prepared their arrows and placed them between bow and string. "Steady!" she cried again, as the barbarians collided for the third time against the shielded knights, who huffed loudly and pushed forward, trying to stand their ground. Behind enemy lines, Sully could see the second wave of riders dashing against them, and when they were close enough, she gave the order. "FIRE!"

A rain of arrows fell upon them, and many riders let out sharp yelps of pain, for their hide armor could never suffice against the iron arrows and bolts fired by the Ylissean army. As they fall, their comrades wouldn't stop their march and trampled over them, unrelenting. The waves colliding against the barrier of knights seemed to never end.

"Resist!" cried Frederick, plunging his silver lance between two knights, effectively dismounting a raider covered in blood. "You are the knights of Ylisse! Fulfill your duties for the glory of the halidom!"

But they were having casualties as well. The raiders nearly breached the first row of defenders, and the rest of them quickly joined ranks with the second closing the circle tighter. Cynthia was fighting on the rear of the line of defense, preventing the attackers from completely surrounding them and breaking their ranks as she could with her lance; but even with her immense dexterity and skill, they were far too many to defeat on her own. Many fell under her swift plunges and swings, but more came behind them. It reached a point where the knights fell back so much, it forced to her to dismount her steed and fight on the ground.

"Oh… I've never needed a Pegasus so much…" she thought, as she evaded a throwing axe that came to her way, cutting a strand of hair of her pigtails. "How long can we endure their attack? We should have called for reinforcements!" she wondered before taking a glance at the battlefield.

The leader of the bandits let out a roaring laughter as he clashed his enormous axe against Frederick's lance. Sully fought to her left against two raiders who had approached the circle and swung her lance, sinking it deep into one's shoulder and throwing him against his companion. The younger princess pressed forward and fought by archers with all her might, slashing as many enemies as she could reach to stop the horde from advancing. But when two armored knights got trampled by a rider, they breached the circle.

For a brief moment she thought everything was lost, for she couldn't stop him as he fled next to her and all she could do was stare helplessly. But a blinding red flash turned the tides for the better, and an instant later a fiery blaze engulfed the barbarian who screamed in terrible agony. A hopeful Cynthia turned her head, and what she saw made her heart rise with powerful emotion.

Robin was there on his horse, holding the Fire Tome in his hands, and behind him rode an entire battalion of riders, nomads, clerics and sorcerers to their rescue. His timing couldn't be better. "I thought you needed some help back there, Cindy. Are you alright?" he asked to her lover, who threw herself into his arms, almost making him fall.

"Robin! You're here! But how?!" she cried loudly.

"I'll tell you in a bit, why don't we take care of them first?" replied the tactician with his warmest smile. "Flank them! Clerics, tend to the wounded after their infantry is repelled, arrows on them so they won't come back, now!"

And they all followed his orders. The new cavalry pushed them back and slayed many of the opposite galloping barbarians who didn't relent in their vicious attacks, despite the rain of arrows that fell upon them. On the other side, the sorcerers conjured spells of fire and ice, and many jumped scared as they saw flames and blizzards coming for them. The tides turned, along with the noises of steel grinding against flesh and bone, the smell of burning grass and the cold winds from the mages' staves. With one final push, Frederick drove his mighty lance deep into the chest of the barbarian chieftain, who squirmed and growled before finally collapsing.

The battle was over as the army let out their victorious cries to the sky.

---

While the clerics tended to the wounded with their healing spells, the great knight approached the tactician.

"How could you get here so fast, Robin?" asked Frederick before, relieved, before dismounting his steed. "For a moment we thought we lost everything. I haven't seen a band of mercenaries this large since the days of the war, and it's frankly shocking to see there are so many about."

"They're the last remnants of the Plegian army." explained the white-haired youth with a content Cynthia clinging to his arm. "After Gangrel's defeat, most of them turned to mercenaries. And after Grima fell, there was no need for mercenaries in these lands. I suppose they were drifting, robbing and pillaging whatever they could find. It was a good thing that our scouts spotted them in the west, but the report reached us almost too late…"

"If you hadn't arrived, I don't know what could've happened. Oh Robin, I'm so glad you got here…" cried Cynthia, still overcome with emotion.

"Luckily, things didn't come to that and I'm glad to see you're all in good shape" concurred Robin, looking at them. While they had some mud and dirt on their armor and clothes, all three of them looked perfectly fine and unharmed, other than a few bruises and scratches. "Where's Lucina? I supposed she would be in the middle of the battle." he asked, but then turned quiet when he saw the faces of his friends.

"She's out, hit her head with a branch on the road," said Sully, and Robin didn't miss how Cynthia suddenly became interested on the tip of her boots. "Pity we couldn't count on her, would've been useful on the front with that Falchion blade of hers."

"I'd best go see how she is," said Cynthia whose visage had turned much more serious now, burdened with guilt. "Would you come with me, Robin?"

"Of course," he agreed. "Frederick, Sully, can we just have a moment alone? My men are preparing carriages to take the wounded back to the castle, we should leave as soon as we can."

"I concur; I'd love to be of use. Sully, please join me. They need us." he said in his usual seriousness. The red-haired warrior still felt there was something off about Cynthia's behavior. In truth, her soldiers needed any hand available to help, so she nodded boorishly and joined her husband on the task of lifting the injured knights with the other healers.

Both Cynthia and Robin entered the tent which and saw how Lucina laid in a cot. A bandage covered the right side of her forehead, but she didn't look in any bad shape, there was no fever and her skin wasn't pale or sweaty. The princess was fine in essence, no real harm done to her skull and there weren't even traces of blood anywhere in her face. But she was distressed on the inside, and had been dreaming for the entirety of the time she remained unconscious.

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In her dream, everything seemed fuzzy, as it often happens when one dreams. Though not knowing where she was, she felt a familiar warmth around her, as if enveloped by a cozy cushion softer than velvet and she loved it. Her fingers squeezed the thing and heard a soft moan coming from a female voice. A voice so familiar it made her feel a hot stinging sensation in her crotch, and she opened her eyes to see Cynthia's beautiful naked body. She pressed her enormous breasts against her own smaller ones and it was a delightful sensation. She felt the soft pressure of her mounds, her stiff nipples brazing on her sensitive and virginal skin; since of course in her dream, she was naked too.

"Oh, Cynthia…" she whispered, and her sister kissed her lips. Longing for her touch, Lucina got carried away by her desire and kissed her back just as they had practiced before. This time she thought her lips felt much softer and warmer. Cynthia nibbled her lower lip before diving her tongue inside her mouth as her older sister kissed her and it wasn't long before their tongues wrestled inside.

That's when her hands came into play. She grabbed Cynthia's waist and slowly worked her way up from there, stroking gently the velvety skin of her sides, her firm abdomen and finally the soft underside of her breasts. When she gently squeezed them, her younger sister squirmed in pleasure. She gasped at her surprising attempt to play with them. Her kisses became deeper and they both broadened their smile. She kneaded them with both hands, rocking them up and down enjoying how they jiggled under her palms. Cynthia blushed more and more, just like her, and she felt something wet drip between her sister's legs. That's how she knew she was doing things right, and she got even wetter at this realization.

Everything felt so right. Her warmth could never be enough and she could never get sick of it. She just wanted more. She wanted to continue with her passion and end this terrible yearning to ravage her and vice versa. But then she sensed her cot bumped onto something and woke up.

She was laying down and two big round things blocked her usual sight of the tent's ceiling. She grabbed one to remove it, but it remained in place jiggling, and a familiar voice instantly reacted. It was bouncy and she felt the need to squeeze it tightly but she prodded more gently, earning a soft feminine moan from someone. Oh no… it couldn't possibly be!

"Muh?" muttered the voice of her younger sister above her. Now that she perceived where she was, she knew her head was on her lap, and the round bouncy items in front of her were none other than Cynthia's breasts. Said girl had nearly fallen asleep after caring for her. The elder princess scurried away from her embrace all the way to the end of her cot, fully awakening the younger one who let out a squeal of relief. "Lucy!? You're awake! Oh I'm glad you're okay!" cried Cynthia.

"C-Cynthia? W-What do you mean okay?" she stammered as she blushed. "Is this another one of your pranks? You're going to be the end of me one of these days if you don't stop! It's just too much!"

"Y-You're right… All of this is my fault." she replied and darted her eyes downwards filled with guilt and regret. Lucina had never heard her admit defeat so quickly, and sensed something was wrong then. "Um… What's the last thing you remember?"

"The last thing I...?" a startled Lucina wondered. How much time had elapsed? "I remember you were teasing me! Messing with me when we were on our way to the training field Frederick prepared for us! It was mean, Cynthia! I'm telling you-Urgh!" she winced, and when she rubbed her hand over the affected area, she realized they bandaged her forehead. "W-What happened exactly?"

"You're right. It was wrong for me to do that…" recognized a sorrowful Cynthia whose eyes had filled with tears. "If I wasn't provoking you like that, then you could've avoided the branch. You hit your head and you fell off your horse. It was fortunate nothing worse happened…" she said and her voice cracked and she threw herself at her sister's arms just as she had with Robin hours before. The weight of her mounds pressing against her own reminded Lucina of her dreams and she shivered under Cynthia's embrace. "Oh Lucy! Would you please forgive your sister? I'm so sorry for all of this, it's all on me!" A stream of tears ran down her cheeks, and she buried her face on Lucina's shoulders and cried there. "Then bandits came for us! It was real hard to fight them off, but we all managed to protect you. Everything is fine now…" she said and sniffled before Lucina wrapped her arms around her.

At first it all seemed too much to bear. But seeing how her sister sobbed uncontrollably, Lucina couldn't help to feel how deep the guilt coursed inside of her, and knew there was no way she couldn't forgive her. "Listen… I know you were just teasing me…" she said drawled, her heart pounding on her chest. "But it was only an accident. I mean it, Cynthia. You didn't mean any harm, I know that. So there is nothing to forgive."

"Oh thank you, Lucy. You're the best, you really are!" said Cynthia and she hugged her tight. They were silent for a moment until she spoke again, "But I think Sully is onto me. She knew something was off because I was silly enough to leave my blouse open for a while…"

"You what!? Cynthia, no one can know you've been doing this! What if this reaches Father's ears?" whispered Lucina, truly frightened as all her previous fears came back to her.

"I know! We can't let Frederick report to him. Maybe we can talk him out of it."

Just then, the tent's entrance opened and Sully entered right after shouting some orders to the patrolling sentinels. "Two of you must guard this tent at all times! And two more will scout its surroundings! If I find any of you slacking off, you'll have to deal with me personally! Now go!"

All her subordinates saluted her right away. If there was anyone who could keep them more in line than Sully, Lucina thought she would never want to meet that person. The red-headed fighter let out a gasp of surprise when she saw the newly awakened princess and rushed to her side.

"So you're awake! Good! How're you doing?"

"I'm fine, nothing terrible." answered Lucina, thinking she'd have to be as straight as possible to her.

"That's what I told that silly man, but he just wouldn't take it," complained Sully, spitting at the ground. "I know he's in charge of today's operation, but his brooding is just too much to bear! It was just a freakin' accident for crying out loud!"

"Geez, he's really taking it down on himself, isn't he?" intervened Cynthia but Sully's glare made her tongue crawl back into her mouth.

"Look at him." Sully said, and scanned the younger princess' attire to see if there was any other wardrobe malfunction before she swayed the tent's entrance to allow them to peer outside. Frederick, with his huge plated armor, was cowering on the outskirts of the camp, sweeping the ground floor with a small broom he had taken from who knows where. Robin was with him, apparently talking to him in a low comforting voice. "He's been like that ever since you entered the tent. Preparing the way, he says! I think seeing you fine would really perk him up."

The sisters nodded and both were glad to leave the suspicious Sully's side. If they managed to convince Frederick to not report everything to Chrom, then nobody would know what exactly caused the accident. Only chatter among soldiers about Cynthia's bosom and penchant for games and dares would come out of it.

"Do you really think doing this will help them?" they heard Robin ask the captain once they were closing in on them. "There's got to be countless pebbles on the path Frederick…"

"I know, and I should have removed them all," sternly replied the knight in a somber voice. "It's probably what caused the accident, a mare trips on a pebble on the road. Her rider falls down and injures themselves. I've seen it before."

The captain and the tactician turned their heads when they heard the footsteps, and Frederick's eyes opened wide when he set his sight on Chrom's eldest daughter.

"Lady Lucina! I'm so glad to see you've woken up!" he exclaimed in a truly satisfied voice. "I'm at fault for your blackout. It was my responsibility to-"

"Oh Frederick! You know it wasn't your fault. You're one heck of a captain and all the soldiers are proud to serve under your command!" burst Cynthia before he could finish. "This was just a simple routine blow. Lucy is fine and there's no need for Father to know about this…"

Lucina nodded and joined her sister. "R-Right. I mean it Frederick. Truth is I've been trying to improve my skills just as you've been teaching us all this time." she said trying to say something to convince him not to talk, and thought following his advice would make him feel proud. "But maybe it's been all too much. Training without measure can take a toll on one's body… and honestly I think I've been exhausting myself…"

He sighed deeply with his eyes closed. "Perhaps I've been pushing you two too much. Training is important, but it shouldn't come to the point risking your health, Lady Lucina."

"I appreciate your concerns, but seriously, it's not a major issue." stated the elder princess in a more confident tone.

Frederick was striped defenseless despite his huge armor. Being appointed to protect and serve the royal family was a task he had taken diligently and strove to improve every day. But it also meant getting attached to everyone who was a part of Chrom's inner circle. And his weakness was the fraternal love he felt for both of the princesses, whom he had taken care of since they came from the distant future; and it was difficult for him to say 'no' to them.

"We… shall finish this matter when we reach the castle." he said and shook his head. "I believe we are to leave this blasted forest now that you've woken up."

The sisters looked at each other alarmed, but they both realized they had to take immediate action. Frederick had prepared their training for the day, and if they want him to be more convinced that Lucina made a true recovery, then that's what they needed to do.

"Wait! We can't leave just yet!" argued Cynthia, prodding into the captain's steel chest plate.

"T-That's right! We haven't even performed our training!" convened Lucina joining her sister's side.

"If I may, I think Lucina looks fine, Frederick. Any injury would have left her incapable of standing on her own, let alone to continue the training," commended Robin in an amicable tone. "You've already made the preparations, and my garrison is here to support you in the unlikely event of another band of mercenaries. What do have we to lose?"

"Hmph…" grunted Frederick, reluctant to carry on their training session because of the physical strain Lucina could endure. "You hit your head a while back, Princess. I will not allow your participation on our training lest one of our healers can check on your condition. It's the least I can do, since you're our King's daughter and one of the most cherished treasures of Ylisse…"

Robin smiled, and both sisters felt their hearts unburdened.

One of the healers, dressed in a white tunic, checked Lucina as requested by Frederick, waving a hand coated in a white glimmer over the place she had hit her head. After a few seconds, the healer granted her permission to participate since the bump on her head would heal on its own without any further medical help. "She is well, sire." Proclaimed the cleric.

"Very well," he agreed once the sisters and the tactician told him of the news. "If there was no injury, then we may begin; the sooner the better. Follow me to the field." he said from his enormous stallion, which joined Sully's by the wooden figures by the recruits.

They then continue to ride until they reached the training area.

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The grounds split into two branching paths that met several yards ahead, and wooden spiky figures was placed to both sides. Structures that supported hanging obstacles were also there. So it required the sisters to steer left and right with dexterity while also avoiding contact with the spiky wooden blocks that hung by the sides of the road. After that, each path had an area where mud covered the grassy road and water drenched the soil.

"For the first part of your exercises, we will train your awareness to your surroundings," explained Frederick pointing at the first section of the course. "Dodge, dock and turn while mounted to avoid contact with the obstacles. Further ahead the soil isn't as firm as in the beginning, and we'll see how you two fare on pulling the reins and directing your steeds under duress. Understood?"

"Yes, sir!" the princesses shouted at unison, followed by the soldiers.

"Each to your track, then. Sully will aid me by evaluating your progress. The victor will be whoever takes the Ylisstol banner at the end of the course," he announced. His wife accompanied Cynthia to the left branch of the path, leaving Lucina under Frederick's supervision. The knight took out a small hourglass from the inside of his armor and began measuring the time it took the girls to complete the training. "Get ready! In three… two… one… go!"

Lucina tugged the reins and her silver mare strutted forwards at a steady pace. It was naturally agile enough to twist her shape and avoid the wooden spikes planted on the ground while still keeping on the dirt road. The first part was coming along just fine, since Lucina could leave the marching to her mare and concentrate on dodging the hanging spiky clubs that hanged from the post dangling by screeching chains. She swung her head to the left and then to the right in a rhythmic fashion and successfully evaded the swaying clubs. Thinking she was safe and ready to face the next stage, she turned her head to see how her sister was doing fared.

Cynthia had dashed between to spiky logs that almost crushed her in a bold march. It left no other harm than a teared shoulder on her uniform, and a scratch was visible on the spot. But she rode like the wind. The quick motions of her standing on her horse made her chest jiggle up and down, though not in the same revealing manner as before. But still, the bouncing motions of her breasts made Lucina feel a sharp burning sting in her own chest, and the fiery yearning burned her on the inside anew.

"What're you staring at? Go on!" shouted Sully, shaking Lucina out of her fantasies.

Embarrassed, she pushed herself together as blood rushed to her face turning it a bright red. Her silver mare buried her feet on the muddy ground and sunk more than a bit, forcing Lucina to make a decision: she could ease her way and gently direct her steed to a plainer ground, or force her march across the swamp and risk tiring her out.

Again, she took a glance at her sister and saw she was further ahead than her making her way through the mud. She was brown from thighs down from the struggles her horse gave every time she pulled the reins in order to advance. The beast was responding to her calls for strength and motions. It was a fierce sight to behold, but Lucina felt aroused by the glint of determination in her eyes the same as her voluptuous figure soaked in dirt and sweat.

Darting her eyes off of her, she rushed to deliver a soft smack to the sides of her mare before Sully could notice her slacking behind. This prompted her steed to strut harder on the ground effectively ridding itself of being stuck in the mud; and while Cynthia struggled with it, Lucina succeeded in getting away from it and reached the Ylissean banner first.

"I did it!" claimed Lucina speeding now back on solid ground, waving the banner with the Mark of Naga wildly.

"Tsk! Pegasus are much more reliable." complained Cynthia behind her, comically folding arms with a pout. Robin was going to comfort her when she comes back.

Frederick congratulated the elder princess. "I see the incident from before hasn't really affected your riding abilities in the slightest," complimented the veteran knight. He seemed less pale now, and much more at home with Lucina's wellbeing. "Well done on your success, Lady Lucina."

"Thank you, Frederick!" she politely replied as Sully blew a whistle behind her, which signaled the end of the first exercise. Cynthia arrived to receive consoling from Robin before Frederick spoke again.

"For the second session, we will train your acrobatics as well as evasive maneuvers. For now, we'll stay on foot. The rest of you will train as well!" explained Frederick speaking to the princesses and then raising his voice so the entire battalion could hear him. "Dismount your steeds. Then, Sully will aid me by evaluating your progress." he announced as his wife accompanied Cynthia to the left path, leaving Lucina under Frederick's supervision. The knight turned the hourglass upside down and began measuring the time it took the girls to complete the training. "And… you may begin!"

All of the men on foot formed small groups around the wooden training figures prepared for them, and each, including the princesses, grabbed a wooden sword used for training. At Frederick's signal, they all began taking turns in swinging their weapons around the sides of the dummies; archers took out their arrows and placed them in their bowstring, and those armed with crossbows also loaded their weapons swiftly before firing at the targets in an orderly manner. Before long, everyone was huffing and panting and the air was filled with the loud cries of the men practicing their combat skills as well as the thudding noises of wood striking against wood.

"Good! Overhead swings, now!" ordered Sully, who galloped around the soldiers with instructions and advices. "Make teams of two. You'll spar against the other. Overhead swings if you're attacking, evasion and dodging if you're defending, go!"

"Come on lads!" cried a man in a studded leather armor, and Lucina recognized him as one of the knights guarding her rear. "Let's do it for our comrades fallen today! We owe it to them!"

They all let out a roaring cry of support for his words, and a second later the entirety of the training ground had doubled their efforts. Lancers would jump the highest before plunging the blade at the end of the pole deep into the wooden dummies. Swordsmen were agile as they were firmly standing their ground and their footwork allowed them to avoid the thrusts from their opponents as well as counterattack. Archers fired a barrage of arrows the fastest, mostly hitting the center of their targets. The princesses weren't an exception to the rallying cry of their soldier comrade.

"Good plunge, Cynthia! Your movements are quick thanks to your training with Pegasus Knights, but your attacks are careless." indicated Frederick, who watched over the sister's spar. Lucina dodged a swift frontal thrust and spun her body before extending her arm and hit Cynthia's middle section with the tip of her training sword.

"Lucina wins this round!" announced Frederick loudly.

The two girls had a special spot designated for them in the middle of the grounds, and kept on sparring even after the other soldiers were dismissed by Sully. A small crowd gathered around them, for they were both skilled and deadly as they were beautiful, and to see them engaged in combat was an incredible display to behold.

"We shall turn this into a demonstration," notified Frederick. The remaining soldiers circled around the princesses leaving them enough room to engage in duel. And Lucina paled a bit. "Everyone! Pay attention to their combat style, acrobatics and offensiveness! Lady Lucina, if you will."

Nervous, the elder princess brushed off the sweat from her forehead as she watched her sister approach her, lance in hand. Cynthia had a smirk on her face and Lucina knew how much she was relishing the moment despite not displaying her pleasantness openly. It was a moment to tease poor Lucy even more, now in front of everyone! Though the younger sister said nothing, her eyes burned with intense desire, and it forced Lucina to assume a defensive stance as Cynthia wielded the tip of the lance against her.

Every time Cynthia thrusted the lance, Lucina could only see the swinging and bouncing motions beneath her chest plate and not her attacks. She performed agile sidesteps to the opposite direction of the weapon's plunges and Cynthia's smirk widened. Lucina noticed that just when she was about to position herself a step away from her, but Cynthia was quick. She used the lance to bring herself forward and ended up pressing her chest against Lucina's. The only thing that kept them from falling to the ground was Lucina's own training sword, which blocked the advance of the wooden weapon from reaching her stomach.

"Heh," Cynthia chuckled followed by a provoking yet sensual wink close to her face.

"Tch!" Lucina clicked her tongue with a blush, but she gave Cynthia no ground. Gathering all her strength, she deflected her sister's weapon to the side and jumped backwards in an acrobatic leap that gave her room to maneuver properly.

And as soon as Lucina landed, Cynthia dashed forward. With the aid of her pike plunged in the ground, she jumped high in the air displaying the same acrobatic skill as her sister, except adding additional spins to it for show. However, while she was up, Lucina noticed how her skirt rose and she saw her tight magenta panties. It was like the one she had seen before, and a rush of emotions and sensations returned to Lucina at once, nearly breaking her concentration. The grip on the handle of her weapon loosened, a fact that didn't go unnoticed by Sully who looked closely at their spar. But at the last moment, when Cynthia's feet were about to touch the ground, Lucina's hands moved by instinct, and she parried the mighty thrust of Cynthia's descending lance.

The hit was so powerful that when both weapons broke off, they sent splinters and sawdust all over the place. An instant of absolute silence preceded the thundering roar of cheering the soldiers let out to the end of that spar. A tie! And because their weapons had given out! Lucina wiped the sweat on her face once more, but Cynthia gasped enticed and was a little less flushed than her sister.

"Alright, alright! Very good!" shouted Sully, attempting to keep them in line for they were only half way through the training session. "Now you've seen the skill of our princesses, it's time for you to reach the same level! Now we begin with mounted exercises!"

"Lady Cynthia's technique may vary from ours since she's a Pegasus Knight, but her skill is nearly unmatched," declared Frederick to the group of female riders that had gathered around him. "She's going to drill you on medium range combat now, pair up! The rest of you may be dismissed!"

While the rest of the soldiers on foot marched away, the sisters' eyes met and the elder could see something burning in the younger's glare. But Cynthia knew it was best to carry on with the training despite the heated desire sparring with her sister that had awoken inside of her. Unsure of what to do, Lucina only glanced at her before feeling the blood rushing to her face and darting her eyes down again. At least she wouldn't have to face her directly again. Maybe it was best to find a safer position to look at the last part of the training before finally coming back home. Glad to be able to leave the grounds, she rode her silver mare to the outer area near the royal tent. There, both Frederick and Robin were sitting on their horses under a white canopy.

The female recruits made a line to face Cynthia in a joust, and again all watched from afar at their preparations. They were both given new training weapons, and drank some water and washed their faces before facing the other in duel. "Just take it easy, it's only an exercise!" said Cynthia in a cheery tone after seeing how the other girl cowered on her horse. "Try to defend yourself from downward slashes, it's usually the technique used by Pegasus Knights! And the rest of you try to use them when it's your turn!" she added, addressing the rest of soldiers on the other side of the court.

"Cynthia is certainly motivated today," commented Robin to Lucina after having a sip of water from his canteen. "Breaking a lance in a spar against you… that really must've set her off!"

"Y-Yes, I think so…" muttered Lucina, with slight nervousness. Though there had been no physical encounter between Robin and her, it was still difficult to stand there and not think of him ramming Cynthia with his massive rod. Or imagining how he panted every time he penetrated her. Not knowing what to say or do, she tried not to look Robin in the eye. She instead focused her sights on the spar, hoping it would shake the carnal images of him from her head.

"On your mark! Get set… joust!" announced Sully, who had just joined them under the canopy.

At once, Cynthia rushed her steed forward, charging at full speed. She held the long wooden lance straight against her mounted opponent, who also drove her horse to march as fast as she could. But the princess rode like the wind. The quick motions of her riding on her horse made her chest jiggle up and down, though not in the same revealing manner as before since she had closed her blouse. But even so, the bouncing motions of her breasts made Lucina feel a sharp burning sting in her own chest, and the fiery yearning burned her on the inside. A moment later, both riders drove their lances against the other when their horses had finally met in the middle of the path. And the two riders nearly unhorsed the other after both of their lances clashed against their foe, but the two of them were sturdy enough to endure the blow. They gripped the reins of their ride without injury other than the tear of their clothes on the place of the impact.

Lucina and Robin gasped. It was nothing more than a scratch for sure, but Cynthia's bosom could end up exposed if it happens again. Then again, he thought it would be quite… interesting for him to see the two girls battling topless. He himself noticed the bouncing underneath her chest piece and he desired it sooner rather than later. The visible patch of velvety skin on her chest was tempting and alluring, even if he had pressed on it and squeezed her tits on uncountable occasions. But, just as Lucina was discovering it too, he found his desire for Cynthia to be unquenchable. And it was apparent she felt the same as him. Neither of them could ever have enough of the other and they always wanted more.

The riders made another pass on the training grounds, seeking to hit each other again. They let out fearsome battle cries, and charged again, holding their lances as steady as they could on their moving horses. They met in middle of the path, swung their blows and struck each other and they both fell on the soil. The impact of the lances had left their mark on them. There was a rip on Cynthia's uniform from the chest to the left shoulder, making the upper half of her breast even more visible, amidst the muddy stain.

As for the other recruit, she had a horizontal tear under her chest and part of her arm, and it exposed the lower end of her breasts. But they both looked fierce and mighty, despite the beads of sweat and dirt covering their uniforms. Robin felt his heart beat faster a gulped the saliva that had cumulated in his mouth. He imagined his girlfriend's breasts exposed in the mud, pressing against her foe's… precisely as Lucina was right there next to him. She brought her fist to her mouth and bit on it to silence her agitated breathing, but it did little to alleviate her burning lust.

'She… she's beautiful…' thought the elder sister, watching from afar how the younger mounds bounced enticingly. 'I can't believe she looks like that when she's fighting…' she sighed.

As for Sully, she kept on watching the spar like the rest of the soldiers, without intervening when the riders unhorsed each other since they continued battling on foot. But when she saw Lucina's face tainted a faint pink, she couldn't help to think she had the exact same look when she hit her head against the branch. Sully was by no means the brains of the Ylissean army, but that didn't mean she was any shade of stupid. She sensed something was off when she saw an identical expression on Robin's face as they both watched Cynthia train with the soldier. Did that mean…?

Lucina felt a yearning for release, the same rush she felt when she saw Robin having sex with her sister for the first time all those nights ago. Her breathing became more restless by the minute. Even if she tried her best to mute them by pressing her fist against her lips, it was loud enough for Robin to listen. The tactician had been as entranced as Lucina was while watching Cynthia's swift movements, aroused. The elder sister's respiration made him leer at her from the corner of his eye. Lucina hadn't been her usual self lately, and apparently she was being odd once more. The pink blushing of her cheeks, her lips half open while she stared at his beautiful girlfriend fighting out in the mud; Robin couldn't believe it if he wasn't seeing it himself, but Lucina seemed to be attracted to her sister like he was! The way she was instinctively grinding on her horse and her face full of longing was enough to prove it.

And strangely, Robin felt it was oddly arousing to see her behave like that.

But Lucina felt she was being watched, and feeling aroused around so many of her father's men was a secret no one must ever know. How long had she been watching the spar? The hot waves of lust and desire weren't being whisked away even though she knew it wasn't proper to stare like that in front of everyone. And she wished no one had noticed her. Robin turned his head back to the fight a split second before Lucina turned hers to him, and their gazes didn't meet, making the princess feel relieved she wasn't discovered. The white haired tactician seemed serene and calm as always, but a glint of desire burned bright in his eyes. His expression shifted slightly between interest and dissembled attraction, evidenced by the smirk on his lips. Lucina couldn't help but wonder if she looked so absorbed and focused like that while staring at Cynthia's magnificent body. And she couldn't help to look down at his pelvis to find a slight erection down there. Everything seemed to turn hotter for the princess by that second, both Cynthia's loud panting on the battlefield and Robin's expression were turning her on.

"She's gotten better, don't you think?" asked Robin in a casual voice, breaking the silence and sending shivers down Lucina's spine. "You can't make light of Pegasus Knights, and I think they'll get some more recruits after today."

"Uh… Hmm," she nodded, struggling not to sound nervous. "Cynthia is certainly leaving a good impression on them."

"I think so too," he agreed, and they both went quiet for another minute. "It's seeing her like this… engaged and focus I mean, what made her so interesting to me in the first place…" he said, not really sure why.

"Yes…" muttered Lucina, while her sister swung her body to dodge a strike, raising her skirt and revealing her thick thighs. "Training has done wonders for her… Really."

"She's just irresistible…" he concurred, almost dreamily.

The pace of the conversation grew awkward. Lucina darted her eyes to the ground, uncertain of what to say next and again her gaze wandered to Robin's pelvis, where she saw his erection had grown larger. Lucina found herself craving for that, the cock she had seen many times pounding, thrusting and ravaging her sister. But Sully had also overheard some of their exchange. So as soon as Cynthia touched the chest of her opponent with the tip of her weapon, she called off the training.

"Pack it up everyone! Great work today!" she shouted, and all of the infantry soon turned to carrying the dummies and training weapons back to their carts. Sully raised an eyebrow as she passed by Robin and Lucina on her huge black horse without uttering a word. She rode in Frederick's direction who was congratulating both Cynthia and her sparring partner.

"Well, I guess that's it," said Robin, shrugging. "I'm going to give them a hand so we'll get to leave sooner. Care to join me?"

"Oh!" the princess didn't expect any more interactions with the tactician for the day and she never minded helping around. But she couldn't risk people seeing her flustered condition of arousal. The thought of being caught was mortifying.

"I think I'll go wash up by the lake. It's been a long day… if you'll excuse me." Lucina nodded as she and Robin parted. But the tactician remained in place for more than a few seconds, staring at Lucina before dismounting and helping the soldier next to him.

The younger sister cheered on loudly when Lucina approached her, still joyful of her success during the training. "Did you see that, Sis? I didn't know jousting could be so fun! Maybe I'll get to try in on a Pegasus some time?"

"That would be a long fall, wouldn't it?" replied Lucina with a shy smile as she pulled the reins on her mare and galloped away towards the lake.

"Gee, I guess you're right…" she pouted. She then galloped ahead before hearing her favorite voice.

"What's the matter?" Robin asked while she came to a stop close by.

"Aw nothing. Lucy was being a bit of a killjoy. I thought of a brilliant idea; to joust with Pegasus."

"Ah, I see…" Robin seemed intrigued with the idea.

"Then Lucy said it'd be a long fall… thinking it's too dangerous." Her voice broke low followed by a sigh. "Guess it was pretty obvious."

"Maybe she's right about it. It would be a long fall." She looked at him curious. "I'd hate to see an angel hurt when she falls." He whispered, grinning.

Cynthia blushed at the compliment and chuckled a bit. "Stop, Robin. That was pretty bad."

"It may have been, but it's not as bad as all the mud you've caked on your face." He grinned in amusement, "Were you jousting or were you mud wrestling?"

Cynthia looked puzzled for a moment before catching her reflection on her horse's armor and joining Robin in a burst of laughter.

"You really could use a bath now. Hahaha!"

"Hehe, yeah I guess I do. It's also been such a hot day, I need to cool off." Cynthia has once again fiddled with the buttons of her blouse to cool off.

"Well you know where the lake is. Lucina was heading there so maybe you should too."

Cynthia paused for a moment before her expression darkened into a foxier one with glowing eyes. "Yeah, perhaps I should."

Robin raised an eyebrow at the change in expression.

"Uh, what's with that look?"

"Oh, nothing," She replied innocently, reverting back to her cheery smile with her eyes closed. While holding onto her reins and using her legs for support, she then leaned far to her right, tilting her body downward, and planted a kiss on his cheek. "See ya soon, my hero." He grinned at her while she pulled herself back up on her horse, tugged on her reins and galloped towards the lake. Robin hummed before joining Sully and informed her of the two princesses' whereabouts.

Sully joined her husband, who had just dismounted his stallion. "Those two… are really something, aren't they?" he said. Sully didn't say anything as she starred at Cynthia until she disappeared inside the woods before huffing.

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There was a narrow lake on that region of the forest which travelers used to refresh themselves. The shore where Lucina arrived on horse was noticeably abundant with sleek trees and tall grass. It made it difficult to reach the shoreline if one didn't know precisely which step to take, but the princess thought she required such level of privacy. Lucina sighed, dismounted her horse and walked to sit on an enormous boulder by the shore of the lake. She thought she could at least use the spare time to relax and unwind. She then kneeled to reach the water with her hands, cupped them and splashed her face a couple of times.

"Haahh…" She exhaled and rubbed her face all over and dried herself with her arm sleeves. She then removed her boots and dipped her feet on the fresh water. She sat there for awhile in silence watching the ripples broaden on the surface when she heard someone galloping closer.

"W-What are you doing here?!" cried Lucina after turning her head.

"Ain't it obvious? I need a bath! Duh!" japed the Pegasus Knight with her usual frisky grin. The elder sister couldn't help to notice how Cynthia's breasts bounced lightly when she dismounted and she felt her face flush.

"W-Well… don't mind me. I'll let you have your bath in privacy…" she said clumsily.

"Don't be silly! You're not being a bother!" she giggled, and walked straight into the water without even taking her clothes off.

"What are you doing?! It'll take ages to dry those clothes!" cried Lucina. Up to her waist in water, Cynthia turned around and strolled casually to her, getting closer to the boulder Lucina was sitting on with a grin on her face. Lucina got a bit wary of what she's planning. "Don't you DARE…! C-Cynthia!?" She tried to bring her legs up to back away from her but her sister caught them with her muddy hands. She then slid her hands up her thighs, coating them with more mud than she already has from the first exercise.

"And you're all muddy too!" she joked, and jumped out, grabbed her sister by the arm.

"Ah? Waaah!" Lucina wailed as Cynthia pulled her into the lake, clothes and all.

The faces of the sisters couldn't be more different from the other, Cynthia was laughing while Lucina seethed.

"What is wrong with you, Cindy?!" she thundered as soon as she emerged on the surface. Her hair seemed longer now that it was all wet, but some of the dirt had already disappeared. "I don't have a spare! What am I going to do now?!"

"Relax, you can have mine." laughed Cynthia.

"B-But what about you?!" Lucina couldn't believe her sister was so casual about their clothes. They were the princesses of the realm for Naga's sake!

"Me? Oh well. I don't mind streaking… going naked in case you don't know what that means," she declared with confidence, teasing Lucina who couldn't help to feel her skin turn a tad hotter despite being soaked. Was there no limit to her lewdness? She could at least understand the cat-and-mouse game Cynthia was playing with her, teasing her without end, but going nude in front of everyone was alarming! However, seeing how serious Lucina turned, the younger sister felt the need to explain. "I'm kidding! You should see your face! You're so red, you look like you're about to explode! Haha!"

She let out a laugh and Lucina felt a little relieved. But now that they both were alone, totally soaked in the water, she couldn't help but notice how Cynthia's clothes were much tighter than before now. Her torn blouse clung to her huge round breasts.

"We should take this time to relax, don't you think? It's been quite a day…" she said after a moment of silence, in an attempt to conceal her intent. But Lucina's wit was sharper.

"It's not like that Cynthia. This thing you were doing when we were riding back there… it could have been dangerous, you know?" argued Lucina, concerned.

"I know. I apologize for it Lucy; I really do… but I hate seeing you like this. You really need to let yourself go. You're so tense all the time," she said in the same concerned tone. "You're being way too hard on yourself… can't I just make you feel a little better?"

After a brief moment, Cynthia's grin became lecherous again and Lucina could feel the familiar warm sensation stemming from her crotch. Cynthia grabbed her hand and positioned herself closer to Lucina, both waist deep, and wrapped her in her arms. The elder sister felt warm, and embraced her back in a tight hug, enjoying the soft pressure of her sister's huge bust on her own chest. She saw how the tear on Cynthia's blouse revealed her already enormous cleavage and upper half of the left breast, which looked in desperate need of a squeeze. Cynthia pulled her closer, increasing the pressure of her breasts on Lucina's before sliding them left to right in an erotic massage.

"You like how that feels?" Cynthia whispered too low for Lucina to hear. She was so entranced she heard her voice from far away, as if in one of her dreams. She then gently kissed her cheek, near her ear and asked, "Want to feel them again? This time, without my clothes on?"

Lucina's heart thumped, and she gulped. Her face burned and she could not think, speak or do anything else other than desire her sister's bust. When Cynthia separated from her a bit, Lucina kept staring at it, begging with her eyes for the contact to come back, for Cynthia to let her fondle, suckle, and kiss her breasts until the burning sensation in her core cooled off.

As if she could read her older sister's mind, she began fondling her enormous mounds with both hands and caressed them in a clockwise motion. "Uh…" she let out a faint moan.

Lucina couldn't stop watching, her mouth half-open and drier than the plains of Plegia. Cynthia squeezed them tighter, and the drenched clothes made it erect nipples were, and she rubbed them with her index finger.

"Are you feeling better, Sis?" she whispered, and Lucina looked away in spite of every fiber of her being not wanting to. "Don't be shy, Sis. I know what you want."

Broadening her smile, Cynthia then displayed some of the sexual aggressiveness she had showed Lucina so often when ravishing Robin. By gripping near the seams of her top with both hands, she began ripping it open slowly, buttons flying off one by one. She was taking her time, delighting in Lucina's desperation and eagerness, knowing she is watching her and it turned her on like crazy. Arching her back so her mounds would stick out, she tilted her head to the side with her eyes closed and her mouth agape in the most enticing manner as she tore off her offending garment fully open.

Huge, round and full, Cynthia's bare tits were so alluring and tempting that Lucina couldn't repress her desire to look, letting out a mixture of a gasp and moan. After seeing her remove her garment, she tossed it into the mangroves never to be seen by human eyes again.

With Lucina's full attention, Cynthia began fondling herself again. She grabbed one of them, brought it to her face and began licking it, and her tongue rocked the tip of her nipple back and forth before sucking on it, humming in the process. Lucina felt she was about to explode from all the desire building up inside of her. She had to suck Cynthia's body like this, morals be damned. No person should be subjected to such agony, especially when the person inflicting it was willing to give in to a shared wonton desire. Cynthia released her nipple with a smack, giving Lucina a triumphant smirk.

"Come on, Lucy. You know you want to." Muttered Cynthia.

Lucina couldn't think straight anymore. All she could think about was the beautiful woman who stood with her enormous breasts bare in front of her, and she closed their distance. She lifted her trembling hands to touch them. Cynthia's chest skin seemed to be pristine but filled with goose bumps. Now that she was closer, she admired her erect nipples which were a tad darker than her own. They were immensely provocative and she wished to squeeze them tight, and lick and suck on them.

"Cynthia! Lucy! Time to come back!" shouted a female voice, which the two of them recognized as Sully. Both of them looked up and gasped. Thankfully, by the time Sully got to the lake, all she could see were the girls' heads barely standing over the surface of the water staring in opposite directions. "You two alright?"

The two princesses nodded fast as lightning. "Yes Sully. We were just taking care of the mud on our clothes!" said Lucina, who had suddenly recovered the ability to speak out loud.

"Hmph, fine," mumbled the redheaded fighter. "The troops are almost done packing. Hurry up!" she said before returning to the path she had come.

As soon as she had vanished, Lucina let out a sigh of relief but Cynthia was pouting, disappointed. "This bites, just when it was getting good," she said. Lucina almost broke out to say they were getting way too careless, since they were almost caught. "Welp, looks like we better head back. We'll continue this later." She said and winked.

Expecting no answer from her sister, Cynthia stepped out of the lake and began walking in the camp's direction, turning her back on her awestruck sister. Somehow, when she was teasing Lucy, Cynthia had taken her bottoms off, and to see her from the rear was glorious. Her enormous cheeks jiggled about as she walked, and her firm thick thighs were as attractive as her wide hips. Knowing Lucina's eyes were devouring the sight, she turned to face her sister.

"Fantasize nothing till we get home." she purred, spanking herself lightly with a grin on her lips. She then decided to get dressed with a spare Pegasus knight uniform she brought along. Lucina was still watching her until she got back on her horse. "I'll go ahead now; it may be best they see us separate. Meet you in your room later tonight!"

She galloped off and Lucina stayed in the lake staring ahead while the image of Cynthia's voluptuous figure burning bright in her mind. She couldn't stop thinking of the way her cheeks bounced when she walked out. But then she wondered, just when did her sister slip out of her bottoms?

As if the heavens themselves were answering, Cynthia's abandoned undergarments floated by Lucina at that moment. Once she saw it, she gasped and flared up. It was as if she did it on purpose to tease her and give her something to stress over again.

She then realized that when Cynthia was getting dressed, she didn't put on any underwear. Even more so, when she was ripping her blouse open, she wasn't wearing a bra. Was she not wearing one the entire day? Upon realizing it, when she saw her and Robin arrive late, she had a deduction that the two must've had sex right before the briefing started. Upon the realization, she started imagining what it must've been like for Cynthia to not wear a bra as her big chest kept bouncing about. And like Robin's penis hardening while watching Cynthia spar with her top coming off, they could've been…

'Gah! What is becoming of me!?' Lucina wondered. Why couldn't she stop thinking about either her sister or her sister's boyfriend doing obscene things? She could already be fantasizing them having sex in the mud and it wouldn't matter to Cynthia if everyone gathered around to watch. If it were herself participating, would she not care either? Would she be completely lost to herself and her kingdom?

Sighing in defeat, she waded back to shore, carrying her sister's bottoms with an embarrassed flush at the image of her sister's bare ass. She donned at the spare dry uniform her sister left her, scowling at the fact that she had not brought a towel and that Cynthia neglected to pack extra underwear, probably on purpose. Knowing the only other choice was wearing soggy panties on horseback, Lucina peeled her drenched uniform top and undergarment off and pocketed it away.

She began to dress with Cynthia's spare as she looked down and thought back on their little 'session,' at how soft and warm it felt whilst holding her fine body. At how her curves dipped and her chest plumped against her and at how sweet and supple her lips were. Her heartbeat quickened and she clutched the fabric on her chest, trying to calm herself down with deep breaths.

"I don't know how much more of this I can take…" She whispered to herself, almost breaking down. Clutching the short skirt of the spare uniform she's wearing, she instinctively pulled it down to hide her bare bottom. Just how can she go out with such a risk of exposing her behind like that? How can Cynthia do this to her?

With little to no clue what else to do, she sighed again in defeat, mounted on her mare, yanked on her reins and rode back to camp to join the others, praying to every holy figure and deity she could think of that nobody would see her bare butt.

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Ara ara, aren't we butt fanatics now? I've seen fanart of how alluring Lucy's butt is but I never seen Cynthia's. She's sure lucky, ain't she? XO

Well this was the hardest one to do so far by Vic. I had to have it redone a couple of times but the first part was half done as to how I wanted it to be. He wanted an action scene so I thought 'why not?' If this is a lemon story, I wonder how it would look having action involved. I've seen it in other lemon stories and depending on the story, it can work. The idea was for Lucy to be teased a lot by Cynthia and I didn't intend for it to be an action scene. I thought of having a surprise for her in this chapter but it's going to have to be the next one. This chapter got too long and so it had to be its own. And I'm happy how it turned out after all.

It's just after the battle, the training was going to be postponed at first. So I had to have the girls persuade Frederick to continue with the plan but there had to be a reason. So it seemed that this is a stall until things got carried away more by Cynthia teasing her more while they train. I wanted to have a montage cuz' I've always wanted it to feel like the movies I see. Ever saw 'The Black Knight' by Martin Lawrence? It's my favorite medieval crossover fantasy movie. What I need to see someday is Army of Darkness. It's just that one is a darker toned medieval movie and this is supposed to be more comedic but with some seriousness in it.

Anyway, the hardest part was coming up with some dialogue for small parts that I just wanted to expand on some characters like Sully making fun of Cynthia, Robin conversing with Cynthia before convincing her to go to the lake, and then the lake scene with her and Lucina. I had 2 people proofreading for me and helping me out with some re-wording. While I like writing and thinking up words, it's just hard on my own and also my work life makes it harder. Sorry for my excuses but I care to get my stories out more. It's not like how it was when I did my Negima stories cuz' some ideas I came up with, this was my only project at the time I was working on.

A lot more was going on around me and it isn't related to the C-Virus. I'm aware of people being unemployed but I was able to keep my job since it has a government contract. Count myself lucky I guess but I decided to take personal leave of absence so I can take a break from it and indulge myself in being quarantined. Crazy, right? Well, it kinda makes me a bit jealous that people live off of playing video games without worry of being infected. This gives me more time to do what I want with my projects if I can.

Right now, I hope y'all enjoyed this chapter. Please let me know what you think of it. Another shout out to Vic1992 for his story writing, it turned out great in the end, I enjoyed the battle and the training montage, along with Lucina's heart throbbing torture of checking out Cynthia. Next chapter will have the surprise for Lucina I planned to give her 2 chapters ago. With that said, I look forward to the next one and I hope y'all are too.