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.

6. Walls and Mirrors but Never Home

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 6: Walls and Mirrors But Never Home

That night Lucina finally had a proper sleep, restoring her spent energies to the fullest extent even though she collapsed in bed after Cynthia's special lesson, dressed only in her bottom undergarments instead of the usual nightgown she wore, leaving her breasts bare but covered by a thick wool covers and linen blankets. Asleep, Lucina dreamt of nothing until the early hours of the morning when the sun rose on the horizon, painting the sky a light blue again. So deep she was into her sleep, she failed to notice the maid who entered her room just then. As it was customary, the maids served the nobles of the realm in their domestic tasks, namely preparing their meals and washing their clothes. But princesses such as Lucina had the privilege of having a personal maiden wake her up and prepare her bath.

"Good morning Lady Lucina," said the maid in a calm tone. "I've already prepared the hot water for your morning bath. Would you kindly get up from bed? I have to wash your blanket."

"S-Sure" replied the princess, yawning wide.

The maid's hand made a move to grab the top of the wooly bedspread and help Lucina up, but she stopped the moment the princess's pale skin was revealed way beneath her clavicles exposing her bare breasts.

"Huh? What is it? Your face is turning red…" mumbled Lucina, still half asleep.

Unable to speak, the blushed maiden merely darted her sights down to Lucina's chest, prompting her to do the same. Where were her straps?! Was she sleeping completely topless!? Even if she didn't think of it before collapsing in bed the night before, it was just her luck to have a maiden see her like that. Embarrassed, she gasped greatly and covered her breasts with the linen blanket while her face turned redder than a plum.

"I-I apologize, milady!" exclaimed the surprised maiden, her eyes skittering off to the stony floor. "I shouldn't have stared!"

"Don't worry about it," muttered the princess, evidently ashamed of her sudden exposure, shutting her eyes and burying herself in the large pillows on her bed."J-Just leave me be for now. I need to get ready for the day."

After the maid bowed lightly and left, the elder princess felt compelled to scream to her pillow but found the restraint not to give in to the urge. It was as if fate itself schemed to place her in the most embarrassing situations every single day since she stumbled into Cynthia's rowdy behavior. Though truth be told, this was far from the worst incident she had suffered since her erotic misadventures had begun. Trying to shake her thoughts away from her mind, she climbed out of bed, entered the bathroom and removed her bottom undergarments before seeing her nude reflection on the oval bathroom mirror, paying special attention to her perky breasts. Thanks to the rigorous training regimen, she had imposed on herself; her body was in a very fit condition that allowed her to stand out in battle with agile and dexterous maneuvers, making her waist look slim and her legs long and curvaceous, yet sturdy. Contemplating her own body made her reach a sudden realization: she was, by all accounts, matured into a fully grown woman more than the courageous teenager that had traveled from the future to save the world from Grima's awakening; an adult by all means. An adult who, given the circumstances of her dreadful upbringing, hadn't explored her sexuality.

Her thoughts quickly turned to last night's experience with Cynthia. Last night, she was nearly handing over her virginity to her sister's boyfriend. Not to mention, her own sister was enthusiastic about it. The pelvic motions of both lovers and the soft sounds of flesh grinding against flesh enticed her so much Lucina felt faint. But even after Robin had left after the first round of ramming and thrusting inside Cynthia, the younger princess had the gall of introducing her older sister to the lewd ways of pleasing a man using their feminine assets. But the worst part, at least for the rational and stringent side of her head was that she, Lucina, did enjoy it. Feeling Cynthia's thick lips pursing around her own and the tip of her tongue inside her mouth was so titillating, it sent shivers down her spine just to remember the moment their lips locked in a passionate kiss.

"It's just wrong!" she said to herself, trying to shake the thoughts away from herhead.

She walked over to the tub and dipped her toes in the bath water before getting in, finding the temperature pleasantly hot. Sighing in contempt, she relaxed herself. Yet her mind couldn't dismiss the images of Cynthia dragging her huge bosom up and down the shaft they were practicing on in place of Robin. Lucina couldn't stop thinking about it. Both Robin and Cynthia seemed beautiful and immensely seductive to her. His big cock looked delightful and made her gulp at the mere girth of it, and Cynthia's breasts were enormous and bewitching, just like the rest of her irresistible feminine physique.

But what was the point? Lucina was meant to be a guide for Cynthia in this world, both as an elder sister and as the firstborn daughter of King Chrom. Her duty was to be an example for her and help her learn proper and ladylike behavior, as it was customary for all the highborn, but… Had she failed? The younger princess was simply getting loose with all of the temptations of the flesh, releasing her insatiable lust and playing games with both her and Robin; but it somehow didn't feel wrong.

It was all just a game for Cynthia; a dangerous and very provocative game to entice Lucina to join in and release all of her pent up libido. The vivid memories of Robin's large cock being thoroughly licked and sucked by Cynthia flooded her mind, as well as the jiggling and bouncing motions of her large tits and wide buttocks, and sensing her own skin turning hotter, a voice inside her head quickly tempted her to follow her primal instinct.

"It felt incredible to see those two, didn't it? And to think you could feel the same pleasure. You just have to touch all the special spots Cynthia kindly taught you. You know you want to."

Lucina felt too weakened by the intense experience from the day before, and even though she tried to shake her lewdness, it was all to no avail. She absentmindedly grabbed the small bottle of lotion that rested on the porcelain step next to her bathtub and splashed a bit over her neck in an attempt to distract herself. But the cold droplets that rained down her chest were stimulating enough for her small nipples to turn a bit erect. She exhaled at the effect. But she still had to wash her body, even if she couldn't stop thinking of everything that occurred last night.

Feeling embarrassed and sensing her face turn hot, she slowly used her hands to spread the lotion with a tad of soap under her breasts, massaging them and sending the resulting foam down her slim figure until it reached her waist and the upper side of her pelvis, where her firm abdomen turned softer to the touch and where a familiar, tingling sensation began to spread in waves. Her arousal was increasing, she was panting and it was only after her hands almost unknowingly reached below her pelvis when she realized what she was doing and removed it from there almost frantically.

"Why are you stopping? You yearn for release…" whispered the voice again, encouraging her to continue. "Keep it going…"

"No! I can't!"

"And why can't you? What is so wrong with earning a measure of release?"

"I-I'm supposed to be getting ready for the day! It's wrong to do this!" she exclaimed stressed before submerging underwater.

It was an attempt to escape from her overwhelming desire and fortunately, it worked. Cooling her head seemed to work as the intense waves of yearning and lust receded as she felt the warm water soothe and wash away her naughty thoughts and feelings much to her comfort. She emerged from the water leaving only her eyes exposed to the fresh winds blowing from the nearby window, blowing small bubbles from her nose as the last shred of steamy lust seemed to vanish, at least for the moment.

That morning, their parents had arranged a special etiquette lesson imparted by Maribelle herself, one of Chrom's Shepherds and easily the noblewoman best trained in the classical and fine arts of the higher ranks of society. There was no best teacher for the matter at hand than her. And even though Lucina had no trouble conducting herself gracefully in the presence of the nobles of the court, she rightfully dreaded sharing the lesson with Cynthia and Robin.

Lucina was certain her younger sister would attempt to throw her off whenever Maribelle wasn't looking, teasing and goading her just as she had done before, showing no qualm as with the rest of the soldiers from the party after returning from the raid of the barbarians, or with whoever could have roamed the narrow corridors of the library when she had found her pleasing Robin. And then again, Lucina found herself pondering whether she was meant to guide her sister to behave like a proper lady and a princess. Cynthia openly despised the sophisticated conduct expected from her during balls and fancy dinners, and both Chrom and Sumia probably thought getting an earful from Maribelle wouldn't be enough for her to better her ways. Lucina could assist in that task so the younger princess would finally come about and realize she needed to stay in line and conduct herself properly during formal occasions. In fact, she had done it before.

The blue-haired princess reminisced of a time when they were just children, no taller than the high table of the main hall where their father sat and ate, and they were being taught by Sumia about braiding their hair and wearing fancy dresses noblewomen wore.

"No! I don't want to!" had Cynthia screamed, kicking the floor in a tantrum. "I'm going to be a hero and ride my own Pegasus!"

"Please, Cindy" whispered Lucina, trying to calm her down.

"No!" yelled Cynthia.

Shutting her eyes and hopping in place, the younger princess's tantrum only turned more aggressive, and when Lucina tried to place her hand on her sister's shoulder, she was so upset she had accidentally pushed her, sending her to a puddle of muddy water that soiled Lucina from head to toe. With both girls crying loudly, Sumia had to bring them home and take care of them as best as she could.

That memory reminded Lucina of how everything could go wrong whenever it involved placing Cynthia out of her comfort zone and forcing her to be ladylike. But years had passed, and now Cynthia had grown into a very attractive young lady who sought to grant Lucina the sexual relief she desperately craved, even if Lucina herself refused to acknowledge it. And, intentionally or not, there was no way to tell if Cynthia would do something lewd to provoke Lucina during their lesson.

"It's best to be prepared and assume Cynthia will try something wacky," thought the elder princess as she combed her hair in front of the oval mirror, resigned to whatever antics Cynthia might try that day. And it was foolish to deny that deep down, no matter how hard she struggled against the urge, Lucina wanted for that something to happen.

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As was to be expected of her, Maribelle appeared punctual in the room the three servants, two male and one female, had prepared for the princesses and the tactician's etiquette lesson. The lady wore a pink vest along with pink riding pants, dark boots and white silken gloves, and styled her long blonde hair into ringlets tied with large white ribbons. Pompous and perhaps overtly elegant in her ways, Maribelle sat carefully on the chair in front of the desks prepared for her students, meticulously resting her white parasol against one of the sides of her wooden table.

A wooden table larger than the desks the students sat on, yet smaller than the two long dining tables near the west wall of the spacious hall. A few curtains covered a section at the far end of the room, and everything was so elegantly decorated, the three youths felt they just had entered a smaller version royal ball.

"Good morning to you all. Today we'll be having our etiquette lesson as planned by our dear royal couple King Chrom and Queen Sumia. Class, manners, elegance are the ways to a more sophisticated lifestyle," she said in a kind tone, sitting on her chair. A cold breeze shook her long ringlets, and the young lady slightly trembled. "Goodness! There's a chill in the air this morning! Would you care for a cup of tea?"

"But of course, Lady Maribelle," said Lucina, slightly bowing to her respectfully, earning a satisfied smirk from Maribelle.

Cynthia scoffed, and Robin patted her on the shoulder trying to ease her into the lesson. Maribelle clapped her hands and immediately two servants entered the room carrying a small but elegant coffee table on which rested a small silver tray containing several porcelain items: a cream-colored teapot decorated with royal motifs, along with three small cups and plates of biscuits and crackers. Evidently, Maribelle had it all prepared for their first lesson.

"Tea ceremony is one of the instances we might face when we meet with other nobles and highborn," explained Maribelle patiently, though her voice was more condescending than understanding. "Let's see. Cynthia! How would you serve the table for tea if you have an unexpected guest?"

"Huh? I'd just serve it from the teapot to the cup."

"Oh, but there's so much more to it!" proclaimed Maribelle, placing her delicate gloved hand on her chest. "Let's begin with the two most important types of tea. We have thick and thin tea. Thick tea is to be prepared with boiling water from the kettle, and is served before the thin tea."

"Ah, I think I've heard of this before…" opined Lucina, placing her hand on her chin in a thoughtful expression.

"Thin tea is then mixed in the water with the help of a tea whisk, just like this one," clarified Maribelle stirring the liquid and powdered tea in circular motions with the small wooden utensil. "Why don't you try it, Lucina?"

"Fascinating," commented Robin, analyzing how Lucina whisked the tea rapidly.

"I'm used to having tea in the presence of nobles, but I hadn't given much thought to the preparations or occasions for each sort of tea ceremony. Guests are supposed to sit on the opposite side of the host, right?"

"Precisely. A typical tea serving session goes like this most of the time," began Maribelle, now carefully serving the load of the teapot in the three separate cups filling each equally. "After serving, bows and compliments are exchanged between guest and host. The guest rotates the bowl to avoid drinking from its front side, takes a sip, and compliments the host on the tea. After taking a few sips, the guest wipes clean the rim of the bowl and passes it to the second guest."

Lucina was thoroughly analyzing Maribelle's swift movements while handling the utensils and cutlery used for tea preparation, making notes in a small notepad she had brought with her.

On the other hand, Cynthia yawned, bored, and tried to get frisky with Robin who awkwardly stood in place unsure of what to do. Obviously it couldn't hurt to pay attention to Maribelle's explanation, though it was uncommon for a male noble to take part in the servings of tea and other ceremonies expected from ladies. At the same time, Cynthia's fingers were tightening on his thigh and they were moving dangerously toward his crotch, where a bulge steadily rose.

"C-Cynthia!"

"What?" whispered the younger princess, her lips nearly reaching her lover's earlobe. "We just have to be careful so they don't notice…"

"We're in the same room!" murmured Robin alarmed, though his heart raced excitedly. "I don't think this is a good idea."

"You sure about that?" She asked as she grinned at her boyfriend.

"The procedure is repeated until all guests have taken tea from the same bowl; each guest then has an opportunity to admire the bowl before it is returned to the host, who then cleanses the equipment and leaves the tea room," exclaimed Maribelle, still keen on imparting the lesson. Her eyes darted towards Cynthia, whose hands seemed to have disappeared under the table while Robin suppressed a gasp. "Ah! Robin and Cynthia seem to be awfully distracted. How about you try and serve the tea this time? Lucina and I will role play as guests and you two the hosts!"

Knowing they had no choice but to agree, the couple took a step and separated a bit from the other before assuming the roles for the exercise. Robin sat where Maribelle was and whisked the tea hurriedly, but he was so sloppy he ended up splashing parts of the table and biscuits that laid around. When it was Cynthia's turn to serve the drink, she was even sloppier than Robin, and filled the first cup to the point of overflowing and slightly scalding Maribelle's delicate fingers.

"Ouch! Not good! Not good at all!" exclaimed the noble, her eyes tearing up. She turned to Cynthia, who tried to clean her mess by softly pressing the stains with a small kerchief; but despite the princess' mistake, when Maribelle spoke her voice was not austere. "I'm afraid you'll need a little bit more time to study the theoretical bases of proper behavior. Here's a manual for table manners, refinement and courtesy written in the days of the Hero-King. After all, unrefined language shows a lack of concern for how one comes across to others. Your first homework is to read the chapter dedicated to the tea ceremony and receiving guests at home. Now, please turn to page 87, where you will find a guide to balls and dinner parties, outfits and code of conduct for such formal occasions."

Again, Cynthia rolled up her eyes and scoffed, this time louder than before. If there was something Cynthia despised was balls and dances where people merely pretended to be interested in each other for selfish reasons, not to mention how pompous and ridiculous everyone sounded when they tried to outclass each other. And the outfits were the worst! Who in their sane mind would wear a dress that required a petticoat and a corset? Sensing a possible tantrum, Lucina swiftly raised her hand before Cynthia could let out what was on her mind.

"Does this mean we'll have a change of clothes?"

"Yes of course! That's why we have those small tents in the back of the room,"replied Maribelle with a sweet smile. "The blue curtain is for gentlemen, and the pink one is for the ladies. You'll find a change of clothes for each of you there. Now let's get to it before we continue. Chop-chop!" She concluded with a double clap of her hands.

The elder princess felt something cold slithering down her spine. Did that mean she was to change clothes in the same place as Cynthia? Was she going to try anything? Only the attentive presence of Maribelle soothed her concerns a bit, since it was hard for Cynthia to try to do something under her watch. It was impossible for anyone not to notice any strange sound coming from the improvised dressing room, and Lucina comforted herself with this thought as she walked past the pink curtain with her sister. Inside the small dressing room, there was a small chair and a hanger where a long blue dress rested. And next to it was another in a lighter shade of blue, each of them tagged with their names.

"I'm not sure this thing is going to fit…" lamented Cynthia, examining the dress.

"It might be too tight, don't you think?"

"Um… Maybe."

If it was too tight, Cynthia's hips would look marvelously wide. Lucina blushed, just by imagining how her rear would look in the dress, and her heart raced in her chest. It was inevitable to turn quieter now that the two of them were alone, and Cynthia didn't miss how Lucina seemed to struggle now that the undressing was mandatory. Trying to concentrate, Lucina took to examining the dress that was meant for her while Cynthia let loose of her attire, until she was down in her undergarments… and what underwear she wore.

Sitting on the small chair while Cynthia bent, Lucina had her sister's bulbous, cheeky butt just a few inches away from her face, visible in all its glory thanks to the thong she wore. And seeing it from so close completely unraveled her thoughts, her respiration became more agitated and her lower lip trembled in place, her face wholly red.

"It's so big…" thought Lucina anxious and enticed. "I… I want to touch it… Massage them… And smother myself with those…"

If she placed her face right in between Cynthia's cheeks, she was certain she could cover the sides of her face. She fantasized of grabbing her plump buttocks and pressing them together. All the while, she would kiss it, lick it, suck on her sister's big butt before pressing the cheeks together and turning everything black, smothered in an ecstasy of pleasure. A tingly craving enveloped her body, and it only turned hotter by the minute from then on.

"What is it? Is there something in my butt?" asked Cynthia, since Lucina was at a complete loss for words.

"Oh! It's nothing, sorry." said Lucina, shaking her head. She had been completely lost in the fantasy. "Let me help you put on this dress…"

The thong she wore was so short, it allowed Lucina to see how her thick rear bounced and jiggled tremulous when she hopped a bit in place as she placed the dress over her head and covered half of her body. It was so tight; it was slightly stuck where her hips opened wide.

Cynthia tried tensing her lower body in hopes of pushing the dress further down to cover the rest of her properly. Lucina was simply absorbed in the jiggling motions of her sister's arse, still daydreaming of touching it and sinking her face in her soft flesh. Her mouth began to fill with saliva, and she swallowed nervously, awestruck at the marvelous sight in front of her and Cynthia didn't miss how entranced her eyes looked, lost in her curvy behind. And she delighted, smirking for her own steamy machinations.

"See anything you like, Sis?" she giggled, loving the intense pink that colored her sister's face. She hopped in place and shook her booty, her butt flabbing about and bouncing an inch apart from Lucina's face, and the elder princess swallowed even harder than before. "Looks like you need to cop a feel! It might make you feel better, heh."

"What? Really?" said Lucina, stars in her eyes. But immediately, the rational partof her brain took control. "But Maribelle is still around."

"Then do it quickly before she calls us back."

"Ladies. How are we doing in there?"

"Speak of the devil," Cynthia said with a grin. Then, as if to channel Maribelle, she responded, "Looking presentable is no small task!"

Maribelle seemed pleased with the answer. "Right you are! Take your time but not too long. Haste may make waste but so does a lack of consideration for your guests' time."

"She is so pushy and demanding!" Cynthia whispered to Lucina. "Lucy?"

Lucina was excited to the point she was fixated on nothing except her sister. Her heart raced faster and faster inside her chest, dying to sink her fingers in the soft flesh of her sister's cheeky arse, but it was just too much of a risk to do so without getting caught. Hesitating, she extended her hands wide open, but she stopped before touching Cynthia's skin, doubtful.

"Go ahead. It's all yours right now."

"I-I don't know…" Lucina stammered.

"Oh, let me give you a hand then!"

Cynthia snickered at her older sister's hesitation. Did she have to be so cute? Without any warning, she grabbed Lucina's hands and placed them on her plump behind, glad to bring some relief to the poor princess, whose face had turned the reddest it had been so far. Speechless, Lucina couldn't do anything other than massaging Cynthia's voluminous cheeks, much to the pleasure and comfort of the younger princess. Her fingers finally sank in the softness, and she pressed them together making them look bigger before separating them and placing them together again, entranced in the soft jiggling motions and bounciness. Massaging and kneading them, time went on for a little while.

"Mmmm…." Cynthia repressed a lusty exhalation. "You seem to be having fun back there…"

Gasp

It was as if Cynthia's voice returned her to the Earth.

"Gosh! How long have we been here? Maribelle might suspect we're on to something!" Lucina seemed horrified at the prospect, but soon her sister calmed her down.

"Oomph, too bad. I was thinking we could have a little fun for ourselves in here, but you're right," conceded Cynthia. "Let's hurry with this dress."

When the two sisters came out from the small dressing room, they looked completely gorgeous. Both of them wore elegant blue dresses, corsets and a full lacy skirt supported by a petticoat, all richly decorated with golden embroidery and vaporous fabrics. Though both dresses were beautiful and tasteful, the key difference between them was the large cleavage Cynthia wore in order to accommodate her enormous mounds in place. As for Robin, he was now dressed in a fancy black tunic with golden rims on the neck and lapels worthy of a member of high society and the royal court.

"Cynthia, Lucina! You both look superb!" complimented the tactician.

"You too, stud! I'd love to tear that tunic apart…" sassed Cynthia, but she had to stop right away as Maribelle gasped and approached them.

"My! o stylish!" exclaimed Maribelle, evidently happy with their classy looks. "You are to wear those for the rest of the lesson. It will help you get used to them, move in them and eat in them. It shall be a pleasant experience. Have a seat now."

As soon as the three were seated, their instructor turned to Cynthia and spoke in a pleasing, soft voice to her.

"Now then, Cynthia, I can tell this is a little laborious for you. However…" she said patiently, "I've decided to give you another chance." She then shouted in another direction, "We'll need another serving, please!"

Clap clap

At once, the servants left momentarily to get the teapot and the cups, prompting Cynthia to let out a somewhat loud scoff. Lucina felt compelled to discreetly stomp on her foot, but the sight of her sister's enormous cleavage was enough to send all of her thoughts adrift. The dress was so tight on her chest that the top button seemed about to burst out, almost spilling out the fleshy mounds it could barely contain. Still, Cynthia was willing to give it another try. What other option did she have, other than start arguing with Maribelle? Besides, it could also be another opportunity to mess with her older sister. She shrugged, feigning annoyance, but Maribelle overlooked it in order to study how she performed the task.

Once the new set was brought over and placed accordingly, the instructor made the gesture with her palm to encourage Cynthia to proceed.

"Now if you may, dear."

Letting out a sigh once again, Cynthia stood up, grabbed the tea pot, leaned forward to serve the beverage, tilting down the teapot slowly and pouring the hot steaming liquid carefully enough not to spill it. And though she was a little sloppy and dripped a couple on the tablecloth, it went better than last attempt.

Examining her progress, Maribelle complimented, "Hmmm, much better than previously."

Her job was to pour for everyone seated, including herself. After pouring for Maribelle, Lucina's cup was next. Her eyes drifted briefly toward her sister before smiling to herself, finding this a good opportunity. As she was leaning, she turned to her sister's direction, allowing her complete view of her nearly hanging breasts. But Lucina darted her eyes away from her, obviously embarrassed. Was it going to be like that every single time? But Cynthia wasn't going to give up so easily.

She leaned even further and made a subtle motion with her shoulders as she turned the teapot, and her breasts jiggled in such a lewd way. She even swayed a bit so they swing slightly to the sides. Lucina couldn't help but to take a peek. Two huge bulges of white skin were almost pouring over the table. Her sister's breasts had never looked bigger, especially from that point of view that Lucina hadn't experienced before. And her breath turned more agitated, forcing her to bite her own knuckles to suppress a gasp of both surprise and lecherous excitement.

Robin could tell what his girlfriend was doing and let out a sigh, yet became intrigued on how creative she was being in teasing her sister in such a way. By the time Cynthia will start serving him the tea, he's positive she'll tease him too which will arouse him as well. Heck, maybe she'll reveal more to him. Despite the risk with little care she has, he was looking forward to it.

Cynthia couldn't help but giggle softly after her tease on Lucina. However, with a grunt, her abdomen was pressing hard on the edge of the table where the fabric of the tight dress got stuck. And thus, when she leaned further, the upper part of her dress tightened even more, eliciting a growl from the younger princess only to have her heel twist awkwardly and lose her footing a bit.

Disaster ensued.

"Wah!"

Cynthia lost her balance so unexpectedly that she dropped the kettle. Her large breasts crushed the cookies on the table and spilled the contents of Lucina's teacup all over. Along with the lid coming undone from dropping the teapot, she splashed her own cleavage, her older sister's face and Maribelle's hand, scalding them both including herself.

"Aaghh!"

"Aaaghhh!"

"Agh!"

All three yelped in pain. The instructor scurried her hand away from where it was on the table while Lucina brought her hands to her face, trying to appease the burning sensation as she nearly teared up. Cynthia felt stung from having her own cleavage scalded but realized her sister's pain as she looked up at her in worry.

"Ah, Lucy!"

Maribelle finally felt her patience go completely."Cynthia! Your lack of caution is disastrous!" she bursted out. "Look at this mess! The cookies are nothing but crumbs, the tablecloth is all soaking wet with the tea! I know you can do much better than this!"

"S-Sorry! I'm so sorry!" was all Cynthia could say, genuinely surprised. She knew she was a klutz to delicate activities like these, but she never expected to make such a mess.

The servants scattered to bring about materials needed to clean up the messes made. Robin tried to get up after seeing the minor chaos."Lucina, let me get you a cold wet cloth."

"No, its fine, Robin." Lucina told him after she grabbed a napkin to wipe the tea off her face with her eyes closed. When she opened them, she felt her heart sink all the way down to her feet. Cynthia's bosom was even more exposed than before, and her breasts were about to spill all out, and they jiggled tauntingly with the soft motions Cynthia made as she tried to help Maribelle wipe the table and apologized profusely. Her respiration was so agitated. Robin leered at her, concerned.

"I got this, Maribelle. I'll fix it." said the younger princess, trying to get up in order to take the crumbs and the plate where the cookies were. But her streak of misfortune hadn't ended. Since her heel had landed on the dress, it had gotten stuck on the end of her skirt, lower than her ankle, so her dress was stuck in place while Cynthia squirmed awkwardly trying to get up. The servants rushed to the table with towels and hand brooms to brush the crumbles and whatever remained of the treats. All while Maribelle was so impatient, she was cleaning the table herself.

Robin realized what had happened with Cynthia's outfit, seeing the lower end of the skirt tucked under her heel, and tried to kneel down to release it. But Cynthia was so frustrated and annoyed, that she forced herself up with her dress still stuck.

"Oh, you… Mmmmmph!"

She grunted hard with both her eyes closed as both her nipples were slowly sliding upward until…

Lucina gasped, watching the scene as if cast by some strange kind of spell. Cynthia's nipples ever so slightly began slipping up and out from the confines of her low-cut vest. It felt unreal that it was happening all in front of her. She felt a primal instinct, looking hungrily at it… compelled to put it in her mouth, lick it, suck it over and over again… and the damned tingling sensation that accompanied all her lewd impulses returned, coating her body from the inside out. She bit down harder on her knuckle to maintain what little composure she had left, and stepped back.

"Come oooooooooon!" Whined Cynthia, as she grunted trying to stand up all the way while more of her cleavage bulged out.

Robin tries helping move her foot away from the skirt, though he found it difficult with the heel firmly planted as she tried forcing herself up without realizing what she was standing on. Robin stood back up to inform his girlfriend.

"Uh, Cynthia? Do you think you can… uh?"

As he tries to explain his attempt to assist her, he lost his thought as her nipples and bulging cleavage slowly continued bulging out the more she struggled to stand up.

"I'm trying! But this stupid dress is so… Grrrrrrrrrrrr!"

At her last attempt to force herself up…

FLOP; Out they flew.

Both breasts were fully exposed, bouncing out in an explosive release of freedom.

GASP

Robin and Lucina gasped loudly in shock, complete redness covering their faces. Robin turned away to shield his eyes, though he grinned slightly while pretending in his voice to tremble at retaining his princely courtesies. The two men that were wiping and sweeping stopped at the sight of Cynthia's exposed chest and opened their mouths, shocked and blushing, along with a female servant, but said nothing. Lucina briefly exchanged looks with the female servant and realized she was as blushed as her, the servant's mouth agape.

'So Cynthia was attractive to other girls too,' thought Lucina, and she realized this turned her on too, for if it looked hot when she was intimate with Robin, then it would look infinitely more beautiful if another girl was involved. Confused and aroused, she shook her head and her face turned redder than ever before.

Cynthia panted over her earlier struggle and looked on at everyone agape and staring at her. "What?" Cynthia asked. Then she realized it as she slowly looked down. She gasped in shock, red all over her face. For a few seconds nobody spoke, and the awkward silence made Maribelle turn to their attention.

"Just what are you all gawking at Cynthia for? I still need assistance over-Eeeeeeeeeeeek!"She screeched in shock and covered her own eyes. "Cynthia, have some decency and cover yourself up!"

Too distraught to do anything other than shield her breasts with her hands, Robin acted immediately and removed his cloak before draping it over Cynthia's front body to cover her. Afterwards, he spoke quietly to her.

"Um Cynthia, do you think you can maybe lift up your foot from where it's actually standing?"

"Huh?"

Confused, she looked down and gasped on realization that her heel was on the ends of her long skirt, the reason she was unable to stand up all the way and move around. She finally lifted her foot from it scooted her skirt back away so it was away from where her heel can land. Embarrassed by not realizing it, her face still blushed while Robin's eyes closed and chuckled in amusement after seeing her debacle over her dress. But Maribelle wasn't amused and blew out some steam.

"Oh, this does not bode well! After everything I planned, it turned into such a disaster! And you!" Maribelle pointed accusingly at the servants. "What kind of royal behavior is this? Control yourselves!" And just as Maribelle was about bring her hand down on the girl flinching in front of her with two hands full of crumbled confections, Robin interjected.

"Maribelle, if I may, I'm sure we can continue after a brief intermission. Perhaps there's something more fitting for Cynthia to wear, just to make things simpler? And possibly prevent another disaster?"

It took a moment for Maribelle to pull herself out of her fury and concede with Robin's suggestion.

Sigh."You are right, Robin. Forgive my outburst. And do forgive me, Lady Cynthia. It seems the dress, while stylish, isn't quite accommodating for your figure, is it?"

She then points with her parasol to the lady servant who flinched again.

"You! Be a dear and escort the two princesses back to the wardrobe, and to Robin as well."

"A-ah, as you wish, Lady Maribelle." She bows sincerely to her and brings Lucina along with Cynthia and Robin to the direction of the changing room. As they were walking away, the male servants continue to observe before Maribelle leers at the two.

"As for you, two!"

The two men turned to her and yelped in quivering fear after seeing Maribelle's red eyes of comedic malice.

"Did you find joy in staring at a young princess's unusually large bosom? Flopping out of her tight vest?"

Her hand tightly gripped her parasol before raising it high overhead before yelling. "Impudence!"

Whack-whack!

The two male servants yelped. "At least the girl had enough sense to get her act together. Send in new servants on your way out." The two men looked at each other with defeated faces and left with their hands clutching their heads.

---

The two princesses walked away to the adjoining room where they disappeared behind the pink tent. Lucina felt it was too soon to touch on the subject but Cynthia didn't hesitate to express her discomfort. "I can't believe this! I mean, even the servants were there! Talk about awkward!" she whined.

It was a bit astonishing to see Cynthia feel embarrassed about something, especially after the torturous teasing. Lucina had to endure with every provocative instance she had found Cynthia and her boyfriend in.

She sidestepped as she removed Robin's cloak and unbuttoned her dress until she was facing Lucina completely topless. "Ugh! I knew I'd suck at this." She grunted through her words as she struggled to get the rest of the vest off. "I knew I'd screw up, and all because of this stupid dress..."

Lucina could only watch, unsure of how to respond.

"...And I can't even get it off!" Cynthia fumed. "This is so annoying. This tight thingy around my waist is crushing me and I want it off! But this vest is in the way first and it's stuck underneath my boobs!"

"H-Here, let me help you," Lucina finally relented.

She walked behind Cynthia, eyeing a tight hook in the middle of her back that was unreachable. The clasp was a simple pull and release. Lucina grazed a soft patch of Cynthia's skin with her fingers as she got to work, and trailed the detailed pattern of thread and colors wrapping around her breasts.

"I know we're supposed to be ladies and all but come on!" Cynthia whined. "You can hardly concentrate because it's impossible to breathe in these, even when the buttons are loose!"

Cynthia's rambles made it harder for Lucina to clutch the vest's clasps.

"Arrrrgh! I HATE THIS, LUCY! I hate this class and I hate playing dress-up!"

"Ah…!"

"I hate catering to nobles! I can't stand all the formalities and how things are done specifically. And I could care less about these lessons to begin with. Just why in the world do I need them, especially if I just ruin everything?"

The vest finally fell to the floor, revealing the long groove running down Cynthia's back. Lucina had finally unlatched the vest.

"Oh gawds, that's so much better." Cynthia turned to Lucina with a sigh of relief at the freeing feeling of her breasts hanging loose.

Lucina froze, laser focused on her chest. "Um… It… It's not the worst thing to happen to me… or to you, Cynthia. Even Maribelle is tough to handle a scalded hand."

Cynthia looked away in uncertainty.

"It's true, especially what we went through in getting here. Would you rather we deal with the Fell Dragon's apocalypse?"

Cynthia squirmed over the thought of the disaster future they escaped with her eyes shut in fear.

"Believe me, sister. We have it much better here, despite…" Her eyes trailed down to her large breasts, causing Lucina to gulp, blush and look away before finishing, "unprecedented events."

Cynthia blinked a bit in thought and conceded, "I guess so…"

"Besides," Lucina chimed in, "the tea spill was nothing I can't handle, even though it did leave quite a few stains."

Cynthia groaned. "Tell me about it. I even spilled it on my boobies. Look!" She starts pressing her huge breasts together, making them look even more provocative. Lucina could only blush at the display and be left speechless. "Want to help me clean them off?"

"Ah… w-well let me get you a towel to-"

"Not with a towel, sis."

"W-what?"

Cynthia grabbed her own boob to lift up close to her face and looked directly at Lucina with a coy smile. "With your tongue."

Lucina could only gasp at the suggestion while bearing a red face. She watches as her sister brings her single breast close to her face as she slowly and seductively slid her tongue across the massive cleavage surface all the way to her nipple before enveloping it with her entire lip on it, sucking on it, moaning into the sensation of the sensitivity of it. Lucina was agape at the display, watching how Cynthia squirms in ecstasy as she sucks harder, bringing her boob up closer, increasing her high pitch moan until she couldn't hold onto it anymore.

'Mmmmmmmhh… PWAH!'

With a loud smack from her lips as she lets go, her breast fell back in a bounce motion back to its default position. Cynthia pants a bit as Lucina stares agape at the motion. Gulping, beyond blushed, she stared directly at the heavy hangers while her sister giggled childishly, obviously entertained by the elder sister's reaction.

'Well?'

Lucina gasped lightly before lifting her face to her sister.

'Want to help clean the tea off me?'

The tone Cynthia used with her final words put the hairs on the back of Lucina's head on end, and her lower lip trembled in her agape mouth. Her mouth was filled with saliva, and her heart pounded as hard in her chest as the first time she had encountered Cynthia and Robin being intimate. Yet to Cynthia, there was no possible way Lucina could look prettier than that, with that yearning expression on her face. She felt the same tingly sensation coursing through her body that took over the elder princess. And to Cynthia, it seemed like the time to give her the coup de gras.

Stepping a bit closer to Lucina, she leans her chest forward. Ever so close, her breasts were inches from her lips to taste. It was just hard to ignore, especially when the agonizing yearning wouldn't cease between her thighs, the heart pounding or the saliva building up in her mouth. The tea stains were still visible as her trembling eyes wouldn't stop staring at it, at everything that protrudes out of her younger chest.

Gulping once again, she couldn't comply with words; only with impulsive action as she leans her face closer to her right breast to where the tea stain is. She then started to do small licks on the spots. The soft surface of her sister's breast was addictive to the taste along with the stained tea she's cleaning off. She paused a moment to realize her actions and contemplated how to get rid of more of the stains on her sister's cleavage. She believes she can mimic 90% of what she saw earlier, minus the moaning, and do long and hard licks to all the stains she can find.

With that, she leaned more into the breast and brought her tongue flat on the surface and licked all the way to where the trail ends. Cynthia began to moan and coo from the sensation of her older sister's tongue. Lucina tried to pay no mind to her sister's alluring noise as she continues to work.

In all honesty, she couldn't stop even if she wanted to. And she really wanted to, yet she didn't want to. How can she when she's having a taste of what tasting her breasts feels like? They were so big, there was so much to explore even without the tea stains. She repeats the path of her tongue even after finishing removing the tea stains on her breast. She even derails from her task and just licks in various different paths of her sister's big breasts. She brought her tongue to begin at her nipple as she keeps performing her task, exhaling in lust with dimmed eyes.

"Ah! You're so eager for this, aren't you?"

Breathing heavily, Cynthia continues to watch Lucina work before bringing more of her breasts to her face. She then sank Lucina's head between her big breasts and pressing them together to the sides of her head. Everything went black for her, smothered, and Lucina could hardly breathe in there. But the soft pressure from Cynthia's tits was driving her crazy. She tried to yank herself out, and placed her hands in the first place she could find, which were of course Cynthia's breasts. She even felt her hardened nipples and she squeezed involuntarily, prompting a soft gasp of pleasure from her sister.

"Ooh! I think you're having fun down there, sis!"

Even when she tried to speak, only muffled sounds came out. The more she struggled to free herself, the harder Cynthia pressed her chest into her, and only by some sort of miracle was she able to breathe, since all she could feel was the soft, warm skin of the enormous breasts. The primal urge to lick and suck them had never been so intense before, and Lucina noticed how her crotch was only getting wetter by the second. Cynthia giggled at the display of her older sister's head buried between her big valleys, until…

"Cynthia! Lucina! Just what is taking you two so long in there?" said Maribelle's voice; barely audible since Lucina kept trying to escape. "We still have a lesson to finish, so please hurry it up in there!"

They wait until she walks away from the close proximity before Cynthia grunts.

"Ugh, we never get to get things through, do we?" lamented Cynthia, finally letting Lucina go.

Her lungs filled with air and she breathed profusely, finally regaining her senses. Her vision was a little blurry and when she focused her sights, Cynthia was already getting changed into a much more simple dress that accommodated her large chest fittingly and seemed much more comfortable to wear. Still recovering, Lucina was able to change without much bother from her sister, and then the two of them returned to the classroom.

---

All of the staff that had helped serve the table were gone, probably dismissed by a scolding Maribelle who probably had given them an earful for prying upon the princess' exposed breast. Even so, there was still a plate with cookies, cupcakes and other sweet treats along with a teapot and cups for each. Maribelle had prepared a lengthy lecture about the history of the realm which she read from a thick leather tome that rested on her willow wood desk. She picked it up and began reading from it, trying to keep them engaged in the subject, but as she went along with the lesson she realized it was difficult to keep an eye on them while she read. So, in an attempt to prevent another possible inconvenience, Maribelle kept hanging about their desks, sometimes granting them enough space and sometimes coming dangerously close to them, but to Cynthia it was all a drag.

However, her dress still revealed much of her generous cleavage and neither Robin nor Lucina could help to throw furtive glances at her chest, both of them fantasizing of kneading and massaging them before sucking on them, just as Cynthia loved it. For a few minutes, none of them did a thing other than remain locked in their own thoughts, but Cynthia soon got tired of it and decided to have some fun.

She extended her hand to the center of the table and served herself a couple of warm tea, a thin trail of steam rising upwards. She waited a moment for it to cool and began twirling a lock of hair, waiting for Lucina to notice her. And when inevitably, Lucina glanced over her to see if something was up, she took the chance and peered directly into her sky-blue eyes. Unsure of what to do, Lucina tried to look away, but when Cynthia smirked, she couldn't help to keep on looking. The younger princess dipped her fingers in the warm tea and, whenever Maribelle wasn't looking, began pressing on her breasts precisely in the place where her nipples were, moistening the fabric until it was almost see-through until her nipples were erect. And then, she discreetly pinched them, enjoying how Lucina blushed more and more, knowing how hard she was resisting the urge to touch her.

Delighted and knowing Lucina's eyes were fixed on her, she decided to focus now on Robin. She softly elbowed his side and the young tactician turned to her to find his girlfriend's breast looked so enticing and he couldn't look back at his notes. He could perfectly see the small nipple underneath her dress, and when she grabbed it, he could feel his cock twitch in place, suddenly interested in what she was doing.

Cynthia grabbed one of the cupcakes, which was topped with whipped cream and a cherry, and began licking the small fruit with small, circular motions. The tip of her tongue passed back and forth in such an obscene manner that for almost a full minute, both Robin and Lucina looked on entranced, completely forgetting about Maribelle and the etiquette lesson. She pressed her lips against the cherry and, when she noticed Maribelle was about to look in their direction, ate it entirely with a placid expression on her face. Robin and Lucina took a deep breath, trying to tidy their own thoughts and conceal their excitement now that Maribelle was closer. But yet again, the younger princess wanted more.

Since Cynthia was sitting next to Robin and across from Lucina, she took advantage of the closeness to her boyfriend and squeezed his thigh just as before the moment Maribelle took a couple of steps towards the window, and just the touch of his girlfriend was enough to get him hard, now that he was entranced looking at her mounds.

"Where were we earlier? Oh… Yes…" she whispered in his ear, grabbing the bulge between his legs from under the table.

Before Robin could speak, Cynthia plunged her hand inside his tunic without opening it, grabbed his shaft and began stroking slowly. Startled, Robin almost made a rustle loud enough to make Maribelle turn her head, but a flap of his tunic muted his voice. Still, their teacher was so intensely focused on reading them the history of diplomatic relations of Ylisstol, she didn't even realize two of their students were whispering among themselves.

"A-Ah… Cindy… We shouldn't…"

"Why?" It was an absolutely simple question Robin couldn't answer. She gently took his hand and directed it under many folds of lace, satin and silk to her crotch, which was warm and more than a little wet. "Let's play a little game. Whoever makes the other cum first gets… Hm… A free request. To do anything. To the other. Sound nice?"

It was an agony for Robin to try and think or focus with Cynthia's hand wrapped around his cock, stroking a little faster every time. So he simply nodded, his eyes fixed on Cynthia's and filled with lust. He rubbed his fingers on the soft fabric of her panties, feeling them getting wetter and warmer while Cynthia resisted the urge to moan. When her grip became tighter around his shaft, Robin decided to put up the ante and, after gently caressing her clitoris, he plunged his index finger inside his girlfriend. Cynthia tried her best not to moan out loud again, but she couldn't refrain from squirming as her face turned redder and small droplets of sweat dotted her forehead.

"Quiz time! In what year was the first royal ball between Ylisstol and Themis held?" asked Maribelle, suddenly interrupting her lecture.

The younger princess jumped frightened at the question, and Robin's fingers got wrapped inside her sex. But still, he didn't relent, digging deeper inside of her and before the younger princess could speak, she needed to take a deep breath in order to provide some measure of control to the tone of her voice.

"Ahh! It was in the 1800s, wasn't it?" Cynthia tried to say between moans.

"Hm, you're in the right, but we could do a little better than that. Ah, Lucina! Do you know the answer?"

"It was in 1861, when the duke of Themis joined the Ylissean court," answered Lucina, also sensing something off was happening across from her.

"Correct! Now, about that, it was a truly magnificent occasion. The prince back then took great care in hosting a party for over 500 guests! You see…" continued Maribelle, her eyes stuck again in the thick book she had in her hands.

As soon as Maribelle was out of reach, Cynthia threw Robin a dirty look, complimenting him without words for his dare while it was her turn to speak. Even the loving Robin succumbed to his passions when Cynthia was around, and she thoroughly rewarded his mischievousness by stroking him again this time faster, and opening her legs a bit wider so he could better place his fingers. The two of them squirmed in place trying their hardest not to alert any of the two girls around, but Lucina knew they were doing something naughty. Their arms were slanted and disappeared under the table cloth. It could only mean one thing, right?

"Let's see if you're paying attention" announced Maribelle yet again. "What's the proper drink to offer guests during the summer?"

Seeing her sister's face getting redder, Lucina raised her hand. Even if they were misbehaving, she couldn't let her and Robin get caught.

"Oh Lucina, you've already answered a question. Let's see if our dear Cynthia has been listening."

"Summer? That's easy…" mumbled Cynthia, her voice trembling. Robin's fingers were softly rubbing her most sensitive spot, and under the table, her knees began to shake slightly. "C-Cold white wine, right? I've seen some maids serve it."

For a moment, Maribelle stared at her red face and said nothing, a glint of suspicion in her eyes. Fortunately, Robin managed to convince her it was the right answer.

"That's right! It was served to me during the summer in our campaign" added the tactician, with a hint of nervousness in his voice.

"Right! You two are correct," commented Maribelle raising an eyebrow, sniffing something odd was going on. Even Lucina's face was red as an apple! "Should we open one of the windows? You three seem to be awfully feverish." She proclaimed while strolling over to one of the nearest windows. A fresh breeze blew inside the room, but the three youths were still as hot as before. But it was all too much to put up with, at least for Lucina as she raised her hand.

"I'm sorry Lady Maribelle, but may I be excused?" asked the eldest princess.

"I'm afraid I can't allow it. I've been told to prepare you for the coming ball, and we should really make the most of our lessons, Lady Lucina," politely refused Maribelle. "Now, moving on, in the case of a fast-paced dance, we should always…"

Defeated, Lucina lowered her arm. Maribelle kept on lecturing them while the two lovers were about to reach their climax, for as long as the lesson lasted, they kept on stroking and groping much to Lucina's torment. Robin let out a sharp gasp, feeling close to his limit and rubbed inside of Cynthia in that rugged spot that made her legs shiver once more as more of her fluids poured from her pussy. Lucina was imagining his large penis dripping and throbbing with every pleasing stroke Cynthia gave, and the craving to stuff her mouth with it only intensified while her eyes began to twitch nervously. Her sister's respiration turned swiffer and Lucina knew she was about to reach her climax. And the tingling sensation that covered her body intensified a thousand fold.

Cynthia then reached for a cookie with her free hand. She turned to Robin with a seductive grin on her face and took a bite out of it while the broken crumbs tumble down to her valley of flesh. Robin watches with interest as small chunks slide down and fall in between the cracks while big chunks land on the edges in between each mound. His mouth was watering at the sight of two delicious morsels he desired. His eyes met hers again as she cheekily winks at him, takes another bite and more crumbs fall as she chews. Robin blushes in awe at what she's suggesting. Though, he wasn't sure if she wants him to remove his occupied hand to reach for those crumbs, or… something else.

Maribelle momentarily stopped reading from the leather bound tome and asked for a moment, since she needed to get another book from the bookshelf on the other side of the room. The moment she turned her back on them, Cynthia seized the chance. With her free hand, she reached behind Robin's head and brought it down between her breasts where all the crumbs remain. He caught on to what that 'something else,' tactic she had in mind and began to consume the treats with his mouth while tracing most of her cleavage with his tongue all around. Cynthia exhaled softly at the sensation and used her arms to press her breasts harder between his head as best she could.

All the while, Lucina witnessed the entire scene wishing she was Robin, wishing she could bury her face in there again, wishing to knead and massage the generous breasts of her sister, to feel the softness of her skin and her uniquely warm aroma. Again, a small explosion erupted inside of her, stemming from her crotch to all of her sensitive spots and she felt her nipples get so erect and sensitive she thought of getting rid of her top for a split second. And this time, the elder sister couldn't help herself and decided to watch Robin and Cynthia from a closer point of view.

Robin retreated from his lover's space once Maribelle returned with a new book. As her lecture resumed, Lucina made a gesture and knocked a pencil with her elbow down under the table and she slowly leaned to pick it up. The two sisters locked eyes, and Cynthia's heart raced inside her chest. Beneath the tablecloth, Lucina could see their hands groping the other in such a lewdly manner, it completely disorganized all of her thoughts. Robin's cock was completely erect and it was starting to drip as Cynthia stroked faster every time; and Robin's index and middle fingers disappeared inside the younger princess' sex which was also overflowing with the juices from her inside. Feeling her mouth fill again, she craved to put their fingers inside her mouth and savor both of their essence, to touch and be touched by them until the ravaging pleasure overcame them all.

'Oh… She's watching. She's watching us!' thought Cynthia, noticing how much it took to Lucina to get back on her chair and striving to contain her coming climax. It was tormenting for Lucina. Maribelle was right there, a couple of steps away from them and they were groping each other like that!? How more insane could they get?! But to Cynthia, it only added more fuel to the fire. Having Lucina take a front row seat to their groping excited her to no end, and she wished she could cum and spray her juices all over her sweet sister's face. Robin's caresses pressed on, and Cynthia imagined Lucina's face under the table. How red was she? Perhaps her mouth agape, biting on one of her knuckles trying to repress a gasp of surprise and pleasure. Why did her sister have to be so darned cute? It was all too much for Cynthia to hold, and when she climaxed a small amount of fluid squirted from her inside, covering Robin's fingers and making Lucina feel a small explosion inside of her that soon left all of the hair on the back of her head on end.

Shaking her head, Lucina got back on her seat redder than a beet and felt her panties soak. Cynthia seemed absolutely pleased and smirked after Lucina emerged from under the table, and though the entire episode lasted about a full minute, she knew her older sister felt it lasted an eternity.

"Looks like I win" whispered Robin in his lover's ear.

"A-Ah… Oh, dear… You're so good…" mumbled Cynthia trying her hardest not to moan. "How could I ever repay you?"

Still holding on to her boyfriend's member, she seized the moment Maribelle focused the most on her lecture and placed her other hand beneath his cock, massaging his balls at the same pace she stroke him. Robin felt as if he was about to melt, and when he came with a burst of semen, Cynthia cupped her free hand and caught most of his essence. She then brought it out from underneath and slurped it rapidly, licking it off her fingers before Maribelle could realize what exactly was going on. She exhaled from the taste that satisfied her deep lustful hunger.

Sweaty though, the two lovers did their best to pretend nothing strange was happening, and Maribelle decided to end the lesson since Lucina looked almost feverishly sick.

"Please remember to do your reading in your spare time, everyone." reminded Maribelle."Our next lesson will be dancing, tomorrow. And dear Lucina, I'd take the rest of the day off if I were you. You don't look too well."

"I-I'm sorry, but I concur. See you tomorrow, Maribelle," replied Lucina, hastily packing up her things before rushing out of the room.

---

Fortunately, there was a restroom in the same corridor they were in, and Lucina hurried inside before any of the courtiers from around could see her. A round, golden-rimmed mirror hung on the stony walls conveniently close to a small water fountain; and next to it sat a porcelain basin from which she splashed some on her face, trying to cool her body heat and cool her wild urges. She still felt her underwear soaked from watching those two fondle each other. Was there no end to her torment? Was she damned to witness their every sexual escapade, forever? It was tortuous, a curse.

"You could find the same pleasure as them," said the seductive voice inside her head. "Robin would've certainly loved it if you stroked him too, or used your mouth. Maybe even Cynthia! You could have tasted her…"

Lucina stared at her reflection. Strands of her hair curled up on the ends, making it look unusually messy, and her flustered expression shocked her, for she truly seemed sick. Her face was so red it looked nearly sun burnt, and she was breathing in such an agitated manner it was as if her lungs were failing to fill with air. She felt her strengths and conviction not to stray from the straight path, wavering and waning with every encounter with Cynthia.

"This is too much. I can't endure this anymore…" she said to herself, her eyes onthe border of tears. But what could she do? Lucina would surely feel much better if she had somebody she could talk to about her inner turmoil, especially her struggles to come to terms with her sexuality and cravings, not to mention Cynthia's never ending taunts.

The only person Lucina thought could confide in was her mother, even if she dreaded doing so. Even if what Cynthia thought about their parents being judgmental about the situation, she still thought there was no other way out. After all, a mother knows what's best for their children, right?

---

The royal chambers were on the highest floor of the tallest tower in the castle, and from there, the king and queen dominated the entire country. After changing back into her tunic, she made her way over. There was a large oaken gate ornamented with reliefs of the Hero-King and the Ylissean emblem, signaling the entrance to the king's lodgings. But something was off. The gates were slightly opened, as if somebody had left it to close by itself but it had failed to do so at the last second. Maybe Queen Sumia was already inside. Lucina thought it was best to announce herself before entering the spacious room, but when she was about to knock, a faint sound came from the inside.

Curious, she wondered if her mother was reading one of the many books she had come to collect over the years. Sumia could get absorbed in her readings and forget about the world around her for hours. But still, something held her back and instead of coming inside, she merely peered through the gap in the gate. A louder sound echoed all the way to the entrance, and much to her dismay, Lucina confirmed she was completely wrong in her assumptions. The faint sound turned out to be a moan, and entranced, she focused her sight inside the room.

The curtains of the bedroom were closed, blocking the dying lights of the afternoon, and it was difficult to discern what was going on inside. Once her eyes had accustomed to the darkness, she saw a manly figure laying over something on the large bed of their parents, and only when a beam of sunlight filtered through the window did she realize it was King Chrom, fully naked and sticking his head between Sumia's legs. The queen's legs were wrapped around his neck, and she squirmed incessantly with her face fully red in an expression of absolute satisfaction.

"No. It can't be…" whispered Lucina to herself, pale and sweaty.

"Ahh! Yes!" moaned Queen Sumia, blushed. "Right there!"

Chrom's head tilted up and down non-stop, his mouth gently kissing the queen's pussy and though Lucina couldn't see his face from the angle, she was standing. She could certainly see his hand holding onto his own crotch, sliding up and down in vertical motions; all the while Sumia grabbed her bare breasts and massaged them, occasionally pinching her nipples. The princess had never felt so embarrassed, so out of place in her entire life. They were having sex, but it was something that shouldn't have come as a surprise for her. After all, they were the royal couple, but it was undeniable; it was wrong to stay there and watch.

But for some reason, she couldn't move.

It was as if her legs were paralyzed, her eyes fixed on the passionate affair between her parents. Soon, Chrom licked his way up all the way to his wife's face, planting small kisses in her abdomen and breasts before locking lips lovingly with Sumia, who wrapped her arms around him tightly. Lucina couldn't help to think Sumia's complexion was quite similar to Cynthia's, minus the natural voluptuousness her daughter had boosted with rigorous pegasus training; and this thought sank her brain in shame and awkwardness.

"Oooooh, what do we have here?" cooed Sumia, caressing the king's crotch.

Before he could reply, she opened her mouth wide and enveloped his member with it, sucking slowly as his shaft went deep inside her throat. Familiar guttural noises gurgled from her mouth, completely stuffed with Chrom's manhood and just as the king before her, her head bobbed up and down in vertical motions, licking all the way from his cock's head to his balls. Chrom closed his eyes and let out a loud exhalation, his fingers diving in Sumia's hair and gently stroking it as she licked and sucked faster every time.

"I can't wait anymore, dear… I have to be inside you…" moaned Chrom, eager to continue.

Sumia removed his penis from her mouth not before dragging her tongue lovingly around the tip and gave a gentle smile to him. He was the king of the most powerful realm in all of Ylisse, and Sumia was the only person in the land who could make him beg. Elated, the red blush of her face became slightly more intense and she laid on the bed supporting her weight on her extended elbows while raising her rear so Chrom could seize it. A spanking sound rang out when he slapped her fleshy cheeks with a heavy hand, and Sumia moaned louder than before since she wasn't expecting her husband to be so randy. His large hands remained there for more than a bit, massaging and kneading back and forth her large buttocks, clapping them together and opening them wide over and over again. Sumia seemed delighted that she giggled and shook her bottom for him in hopes to further elate him.

But then, Chrom got closer and grabbed from behind. Lucina knew he was penetrating her. At first his thrusts were gentle and slow, but with every second that passed, they became more and more intense. Chrom was even pulling from the lengthy dark mane and bringing even more ecstatic pleasure to the Queen, whose eyes were turning upwards as her tongue hung out from the corners of her lips, just like Cynthia.

"Deeper! Harder! Yes! Yes! Yes!" yelped Sumia, her face blushed.

As if her sharp moans had broken the spell, Lucina somehow snapped out of it. She felt dirty, ashamed of invading her parents' privacy and being so obscenely interested in their sex. Had she lost her mind? Her hands were shivering, and she felt a buzzing, piercing sound in her ears as her heart hammered loudly inside her chest, as if it was about to burst out. She had to get away from that place right away, leave the castle or risk getting caught as a depraved pervert.

But still, her legs felt numb and paralyzed; the only thing she could sense was the most intense tingling sensation between her legs that soon extended to her nipples, lips and lobes as her panties were soaking again even more than before. She anxiously rubbed her legs together in an attempt to stop the feeling from extending everywhere as the waves of pleasure began to surmount her, but she merely added more fuel to the fire as the rubbing only served to stimulate her vulva as the fabric of her underwear stuck to it.

Chrom pushed faster than ever before and Sumia's moans were cascading with his, joined by the slapping noises of flesh grinding against flesh at a frantic pace, his breathing becoming more and more uncontrolled.

"I'm close! I can't hold it much longer!" he exclaimed, his fingers gripping tighter than ever before on the queen's arse.

"Quick! Cum on my face! Please, please, cum on my face!" squealed Sumia, also approaching climax.

When Chromed pulled out, his member seemed about to burst, and he dashed to his wife's face, whose mouth was open wide, and sprayed a thick blast of white fluid that covered Sumia's face from forehead to chin. And then a second burst of his essence hit precisely in her mouth, which turned into the most obscene smile Lucina had ever witnessed in her entire life. Her father had shot his semen in thick, lengthy spurts all over her mother's naughty face, and an orgasm like she had never seen before that looked so intense, and so wrong to watch, it was too much for poor Lucina to contain. A small explosion occurred in her vagina, and a blast of fluids fully drenched her panties like never before, and the princess failed to suppress a sharp yelp of release.

"Oh no!" she thought, absolutely terrified. "I just screamed! They're going to know I'm here!"

Startled, the couple inside the room rustled in alarm. Who would dare intrude in the privacy of the king of Ylisse? Sumia covered herself with sheets, and before Chrom could get off from the bed, Lucina slammed the door shut loudly and ran down the flight of stairs at blinding speed.

When she reached the grand staircase that connected every floor of the castle, she kept on dashing downwards, jumping entire steps vigorously, and tears in her eyes. Many of the nobles turned their heads when they saw a flash of blue flying through the corridors, but none of them dared to follow her. The princess felt dizzy and light-headed, guilty and ashamed of herself. She gasped for air realizing she was sobbing when she ran past the enormous front gate of the castle out into the wilderness, far past the training fields and stables.

The images of Chrom and Sumia were scarring for Lucina, vividly burnt in her retinas, far worse than anything she could have seen from Cynthia. It was their parents, for heaven's sake! How could she, their firstborn daughter, get so carried away with desire to stay watching their lovemaking? It was beyond madness! Why did she have to feel such primal urges, and how could fate always end up placing her in the worst of all places? With every stride, she strayed further away from the castle, running past the thick trees that lay beyond the outskirts of the royal dwelling and deeper into the forbidden forests of the north where many wild beasts still roamed free.

When Lucina exited the castle, it was still day time, though the sun was setting in a spectacular twilight that bathed the sky in pink and orange. But now she was in the depths of the wild woods, and the treetops kept the light of the stars from reaching underneath, rendering the forest almost completely dark.

"Where… Where am I?" wondered the princess, rubbing her eyes and wiping the tears.

Disoriented, she scanned her surroundings, finding nothing more than wild bushes filled with berries, and just as thick as the tree trunks of the massive and old willow that grew behind them with enormous gnarled branches. The enormity of the ancient tree signaled a clearing in the forest was just ahead. Trying to calm herself, the princess walked forward in an attempt to get a glimpse of the stars in the night sky and maybe, just maybe, find her position in relation to the castle. If she could only sit and think straight for a minute, perhaps she could have seen the path hidden behind the tall grass. But she was so anxious and uneasy, she kept running deeper into the forest until she reached the clearing a few yards ahead of the large willow tree. Finally, she felt her legs give in to her weight and leaned her back against a large tree in the middle of the thick woods before sliding down to sitting on the ground. Cold sweat was pouring from her head. Her lungs felt near empty, and she felt so weak, the edges of her vision began to look blurry.

The princess' panting soon turned to an emotional breakdown, and tears ran down her cheeks and they felt warm against the coldness of her skin. Lucina had never felt so defeated before. From the first occasion she had seen Cynthia being intimate with Robin, a monstrous lust had awakened inside of her, feeding off of her and messing her every thought for every waking moment. She thought of herself as ruined, especially since her heroic deeds placed her as a bulwark of morals and virtue in the eyes of everyone else in the royal castle, while vice gnawed at her from the inside out. Bringing her hands to her face, Lucina sobbed, moaned miserably, and wallowed in shame for so long she didn't realize when nightfall took hold of the forest and the darkness grew all around her.

The moon was high up in the night sky by then, and seeing it somehow displeased Lucina. How late was it, and how long had she been wandering in the forest? It was difficult to tell the passage of time in that distressed state, but the princess had thought it was still much earlier than that. Tired, she dropped her hands and arms down to her sides. She had been on the run for more than an hour and maybe the guards or anyone who could have seen her exit the castle would search for her. But she didn't feel like seeing anybody at all. She was burdened by unquenchable desire, a fever that no matter how hard she tried, she always found herself unable to control. And to make matters worse, now she had found pleasure in prying into her own parents' private affairs. She felt dirty, nauseous and so distraught, she couldn't even see straight and for a moment, all she wanted was to vanish from the face of the earth so that nobody could ever find her.

"It's a curse… A curse…" she said to herself.

She shut her eyes and took a deep breath in order to collect herself at least for a moment before deciding what to do. But something called for her attention; a noise. Opening her eyes, she saw something rustling came from inside the vast roots of the old gnarly willow tree that spired upwards a few yards from her. Slowly, a ghastly figure crept from the hole between two nodes in the roots, a human-shaped creature with mottled purple skin, a skull-like face mask that hid all trace of humanity from its visage and red glowing eyes.

A Risen

"What? But how?!" thought Lucina, standing back up. "Grima has been defeated! There are no more Risen around anymore!

Now standing on its two feet, the Risen let out a loud belch, and a cloud of purplesmoke erupted from its decayed mouth. Lucina noticed the undead thing extend its rotting arm and saw its fingers clinging to the hilt of a broken sword, pointing at her. Without words, the Risen was challenging her to a fight. But luckily, the princess always had the magnificent Falchion by her side, and her blade gleamed with a spectacular glow under the light of the moon.

"Come now, you wretched thing!" declared Lucina, assuming a combat stance.

She was slender and dexterous enough to evade the creature's attack without any incident, and a passing motion of her divine sword knocked the broken blade from the Risen's hand. But unfazed, the monster let out a louder groan than before, and this time there was a reprise. Frightened, Lucina turned her head and realized tens, perhaps a hundred of undead warriors emerged from the depths of the forest, all of them dark-skinned, frail and decayed, and wearing the same skull-like mask on their faces.

"How?" asked Lucina to the dead. "All the Risen were killed at the end of the war… It's impossible…"

A small rusty ax flew in her direction and she was forced to pivot in order to dodge it. Even if it was impossible, there was no going back. The Risen were there and they were coming for her. Shook, the princess strode forwards and cut off the head of the first Risen she encountered without a hitch, but the many more that appeared from the darkness would become a problem. She was strong and courageous, but her emotional turmoil had diminished the innate determination Lucina conducted herself with in the battlefield. And as a result, she made many mistakes in that fight.

Two violent swings of her blade got rid of the coming undead that intended to flank her, and with an agile jump, she drew enough distance between herself and her enemies. But there were so many Risen around that only a second later, she was blocking attacks coming from behind her back, pushing them away with the edge of her mighty sword and trying to position herself correctly for the coming wave of Risen after her.

Two more fell after a swift horizontal strike, and when Lucina dashed forwards, she plunged the tip of the Falchion deep in the chest of yet another Risen soldier, impaling the one behind it as well in a glorious display of strength.

"Haaah!" screamed Lucina fiercely, retrieving the sword from her fallen enemies and shaking the blood off of it with a downward swing.

Her eyes opened wide when she gasped for air, exhausted. She was, by all accounts, at the limit of both her physical and mental faculties. Fleeing the castle at such frantic pace had depleted her stamina, and the fight against the Risen was draining her of her strength with every blow. But the worst was Lucina felt all jumbled up on the inside, her thoughts were messy, and the shame and guilt of her past deeds weighed on her heavier than a ship's anchor. When a bulky Risen made his way close to her, she found it hard to resist his powerful punch. But she didn't expect it to follow up with a backward thrust of its hand that knocked Lucina completely out and sent the heavenly Falchion flying until it fell embedding in the ground.

The Risen crept from the darkness, slouching and groaning around her. Their mouths were babbling and exhaling the purple fumes that made them, but Lucina remained on the ground motionless and unconscious. Their gaping mouths had almost no teeth, but they all groaned hungry for her flesh. When their dead hands began to grab her and bring her close to their drooling mouths and everything seemed lost, a miracle happened.

One magnificent fireball razed the battlefield engulfing the Risen near Lucina inflames so suddenly, some of them didn't even raise their heads. From the far depths of the forest, a large creature stomped and roared its way to the clearing. When it reached there, two huge feathery wings covered the light of the moon.

A powerful dragon appeared in the clearing, covered in white fur and proudly wearing a golden tiara on its forehead, spewing flames against the undead warriors, who tried nonetheless to strike the beast to no avail, for the dragon fire scorched them all, charring them until nothing but ash and smoke rose from the ground where green grass once grew. Flapping its wings, the dragon freed Lucina from the couple of Risen who were still trying to gnaw the meat off her bones with a strong gust of wind before spitting embers on them and leaving them to burn before walking all the way back to the princess, who luckily, remained unharmed.

And strangely, the beast looked at Lucina with great eyes full of mercy. Eyes that closed before the dragon began transforming into a young woman with long green hair tied up in a ponytail and pointy ears, dressed in red leather thigh-high boots and matching gloves, a scarlet tunic and a cape.

"Courage alone will surely get you places, Princess Lucina. But it's not always the truest path to victory," sighed the girl before grabbing the princess and carrying her onto her shoulders, like she weighed nothing. "Always trying to emulate King Marth, bearing all the burdens on your shoulders..."

A tenuous smile appeared on the face of the Manakete, and her eyes searched for the moon, reminiscing of an earlier era thousands of years ago, when another hero walked those lands and reunited an entire kingdom under his righteous banner; a hero who once reunited all the fragments of the Binding Shield and awakened her from her deep slumber. Tiki turned the unconscious princess up and recognized in her precious visage the same lines, the same hair color, and the same pointy nose she had seen in King Marth and smiled tranquil.

"I think he would have approved of you…"

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Jeez, 8 months!? If that's the average time it takes for me to write a new chapter, then perhaps the wait was worth it. Yet it feels time stops when you're putting it off for awhile cuz' that's what I did most of the time. I have other projects and ideas I'm trying to put together like my youtube channel. I just made my first political video about me being red pilled. I had to write the script, hire someone to rework it, and then voice the script on camera and off camera. Then I had to hire someone to organize all the clips I saved throughout the year I was on Twitter before I deleted my account. Now it has been uploaded and yet I feel there's more to be done. I don't want to overwhelm myself too much.

The title comes from a saying about running away from your problems, "Home never has enough distractions, only walls and mirrors." By Rasmenia Massoud, Tied Within. In this chapter as Lucina stares at herself in the mirror, she's distracted by her own lust. Even within the walls of her home, she's often distracted by her sister's antics and it's been hard to get away from it. The 'Never Home' part is her running away because home never has enough distractions. It couldn't be more perfect and I found it just now as I upload this chapter. Haha!

So when I slowly got back into this, I had a new person fixing my grammars and also helping me word things better. I did my best to include my own in there but it was pretty difficult to put it together. I wanted to expand a bit more on the etiquette lessons during Cynthia's antics. I wanted to include more and I made this chapter fairly long enough to be enjoyable. I made it comedic as well so things can be taken advantage of like how I made Cynthia clumsy and the dress she wears makes her the more eye attracting attention of just about everyone. XD

After that, it was now the nail in the coffin that causes Lucina to run away. And I wanted to think on how to have Lucina confide in her troubles. I wanted to have her spy on her parent's personal time as a result to have her end up with Tiki cuz' I want to include her in erotic scenes next. So I figure this is a perfect opportunity for Lucina to confide in her next best friend; The Voice of Naga herself. And as we all know how she looks, even better. Lol

Lucina spying on her parents is a reference to someone saying in a thread somewhere saying a mother's child saw her give head to her husband and didn't like that. So the child kept tabs on her to make sure she wouldn't do that again. Yes, it was during the time when I was against oral sex that I looked up what other people thought about it. This story was pretty funny. So I used that as an idea to have Lucina accidentally stumbling on her parent's private time. But this time, she gets overwhelmed by the thought it's her parents she's spying on. She idolizes them the most, especially her father. Now she acts like how I would've if that were me years ago.

So next chapter will be Lucina and Tiki talking a lot, and then you can guess what else.

This horrible pandemic and government corruption has taken a toll on us all and distractions are often necessary to get our minds off the bad stuff. But not for poor Lucina here; she needs more than a distraction. She needs to come to terms with her own self, figure out what she really wants and not be afraid to execute it.

Find out next time on this exciting lemon story that was supposed to mainly be about Cynthia but it seems like its steering towards Lucina more, isn't it? I gotta' ask you readers, should I change the title of this story? If so, what? Its still going to be about Cynthia but it seems I dragged Lucina into the mix too much. Now the title needs to fit more with the scenario. I knew it was going to be a simple one but it should've been better. Just wasn't sure what. So let me know in the comments what you think.

Other than that, hope you enjoyed this chapter. Thank you for reading and don't expect a new upload for quite awhile. It may come up near the end of this year or the middle. We'll see but I have other things I'm working on. Tune into my youtube and twitch channel called JohnyTheWizKid and watch me play retro games and talk about various topics I can think of.

Smell ya later, y'all!