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Commissioned by DarthFlores

An Unusual Diplomacy

Months has passed since Robin took Cordelia as his consort-wife, and both of his children were healthy and well. While the tactician was still processing that Severa had been his daughter all along – or that he had changed that fate – he had not neglected his duties to ensure Chon'sin continued to live in a time of peace. Together with Say'ri they had forged a new dawn for the kingdom and their influence had had a positive effect on Valm as they met with the lords and dukes of the other kingdoms on their journey to further strengthen political bonds.

Once the couple weren't stuck signing papers or discussing politics however, when the curtains were closed and clothes and titles alike were discarded, something else occupied the royal family's time.

Something far more enticing.

Lady Say'ri, ever so eager to indulge in new sexual horizons, currently sat on a high-back chair, naked, so relaxed that her butt practically wasn't touching the seat. Quivering legs were splayed and her chest heaved with each ragged breath as she furiously and gleefully touched herself to the show on her marital bed as she was prone to do before joining in.

"Line up," Robin huskily commanded, palming supple globes of derriere as both Consort-Wife Cordelia and Honoured Guest Tiki giggled at him. On hands and knees they were indeed lined up, presenting their backside and dripping wet pussies to the tactician who wasted no time. As he sunk his shaft inside the Manakete down to the base, his fingers plumbed the Pegasus Captain's depths with practiced ease.

Say'ri bit down on her bottom lip, fingering her slick sex deeply and to the pace of her husband's thrusts. Her whole body grew hotter as she watched the minutes burn away from the passionate coitus; Robin switched between Tiki and Cordelia, giving them both a rough bed-shaking pounding, and the sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room.

It was music to Say'ri's ears.

After what seemed like an eternity of deviant litanies and passionate throes, when both the consort wife and esteemed guest were exhausted on the bed with Robin's seed dripping out, Lady Say'ri finally decided she had been entertained enough and sidled up against her husband. She pressed her body against his as she claimed his lips and he palmed her plump ass, with no exchange of words.

Soon she straddled his lap, well aware that her husband's cock was far from calmed down, and rode him with a wild desire that put the others to shame long into the dark hours of the night.

"She is inviting us over?" Robin asked, incredulous. While it was common for them to meet with people for political reasons – trade negotiations, forging alliances, peace treaties and so on – what bothered the tactician was whom had formally invited them both over. He crossed his arms firmly over his chest as he leaned against the doorway. "Are you absolutely certain about this, Say'ri?"

The Chon'sin woman smiled up at him from her seat. Her desk was littered with papers. "I don't see why not. As the new queen of Plegia she has worked tirelessly to forge peace between not only Ylisse, but Ragna Ferox as well. After everything Plegia has gone through a successful peace negotiation with neighbouring kingdoms will do them much good."

"Yes I know. I'm glad it has worked out for everyone, Chrom and Flavia especially," Robin replied. He paused, then sighed. "But it's Aversa we're talking about. I know she fought with us. I know she was welcomed into the Shepherds-"

"By you nonetheless," Say'ri added with a playful glint in her eyes.

"I- y-yes, but I never could get along with her. She kept accusing me of spying and she never took a liking to the others."

"Fie, Robin! That was then! This is now. She has changed and so have we. And as leaders it would be for the benefit for all of our people if we forged an official pact for peace and trade. If even the people of Plegia can forgive her despite what you've told me of her past, then surely we can be civil enough for a political meeting."

Robin scoffed. "Ugh. I know, I know, you're right. I'm overthinking it." A smile curved his lips as he crossed the room. "You have another motive for this, don't you?"

Without missing a beat Say'ri, with a chuckle, smirked back at him. "I recall Aversa to be a beautiful vixen. And I know you, nay, all of the other men and women of the Shepherds thought the same. Surely you have entertained the idea, my dear?"

A healthy shade of red coloured his fair cheeks as he averted his gaze. They both knew he couldn't deny it; Aversa was a woman with exquisite beauty, a temptress with a bewitching charm, and she knew how to flaunt it. While her magical expertise had been instrumental in the war there was no denying her good looks had affected the Shepherds' decision to let her join their ranks.

"…I suppose we should go meet Aversa in Plegia. It wouldn't do well if we simply sent a messenger," he then said.

His wife smirked. "Indeed! I shall send word to her immediately that we will travel to Plegia within the month!"

Robin rolled his eyes and smiled. He pressed his lips against Say'ri's temple. "I swear, you would agree to give up the throne to her if it meant that she kept us warm in our bed."

"Fie! I would do no such thing! You mistake wanton desires with foolishness!" Say're snapped at him, but just as quickly her expression softened as she stole a kiss. "Think about it, Robin, my dear. She, stripped of clothes without as much as a nightgown, between us right now…Would you truly object?"

"No." He kissed her back, heated and passionate.

The journey across the sea had gone smoothly and fast, and the winds had been in their favour. Cordelia managed everything back home in their absence (despite mild protests about it and wishing instead to join them.)Throughout the crossing of the ocean Say'ri had mused about `the inevitable night´ with Aversa, much to Robin's discomfort and excitement. Mixed feelings aside however, the tactician couldn't help but lean more towards the latter the more his dear wife kept colourfully describing all the possibly scenarios with great zeal.

The Plegian harbours greeted them before long with a cadre of royal soldiers at the docks waiting to escort, which was to be expected.

What neither of them had expected was to see the queen herself giving welcoming them with open arms as soon as they disembarked.

Aversa hadn't changed – hadn't even aged a day since they parted years ago. She had remained as beautiful and youthful as always with her long, alabaster hair and dark complexion befitting the nation of Plegia. Her lilac tattoos were still visible for anyone to see for her wardrobe had not changed since last, still consisting of the feather-collared, skin-tight robe that barely covered the front. Aversa knew she didn't need – or could – be improved in that regard and she flaunted her beauty and wiles without shame. How she wasn't profusely sweating was anyone's guess. Robin wagered magic was involved.

"Robin, Say'ri, it has been too long!" She greeted them with a warm smile, with a hint of slyness that was typical of her. She offered a polite curtsy. "I trust the journey went well."

"Aye, we were blessed with good winds," Say'ri replied and bowed at the waist. "It is good to meet you again, Lady Aversa."

Aversa bowed her head. "Likewise Lady Say'ri." She turned to look at the tactician, her lips curving further. "And hello my dear Robin."

He chuckled. "Hello, Aversa. It's been a while hasn't it? I'm sorry we haven't come to visit earlier, what with politics and all. You know how it is."

"All too well I'm afraid. But no matter, for the next two weeks there will be little to no political talk whatsoever. Let's just enjoy ourselves and catch up, shall we?"

Robin eyed her, puzzled. "Aversa, you literally invited us because of politics; you know, the peace treaty, the trade negotiations?"

"Oh Robin, dearest, it's only a few papers that needs to be signed, nothing more. It's not like we're strangers trying to earn each other's trust or anything so we can just jump straight to the easy part, get it done within the hour, and spend the rest of the time enjoying ourselves. I just must show you around the kingdom capital!"

"Aversa-" Robin began, but his wife gave his shoulder a tender squeeze as she stepped forward.

"I think that is a sound plan, Lady Aversa. It is as you said; we're friends and comrade-in-arms so there is no need to negotiate about peace as it is a given. We simply need to discuss trade."

"Of course. If you'll follow me…"

x.x.x

Having taken the scenic route to Plegia Castle, Robin and Say'ri were amazed at how different the kingdom was compared to their first visit years ago; the city had become an oasis, cheerfully bustling with life, and in many ways had become a lot more colourful! The people cheered for Aversa as they made their way through to the castle, which also looked inviting compared to last time.

"I'm surprised and impressed," Robin told Aversa. "You really won the people's hearts."

"With a power-vacuum waiting to be filled it was easy to take control of the situation. The city was in disarray," she explained, politely waving at the citizens. "My knowledge from my time with that oaf Gangrel was instrumental, and when I got rid of the remaining Grimleal the people were very grateful. It took a lot of work, but I managed to make this kingdom into what it is now with Chrom's help."

Robin smiled. "So I heard. There was a short-lived rebellion as I recall, but the Shepherds in Ylisse managed to aid you in quelling it before any damage could be done."

"Indeed. I owe Chrom a great debt; one that I intend on paying back with an everlasting peace and any aid I can provide should he ask it of me."

Reaching the castle itself – now a lot more welcoming with brighter colours and light – servants awaited them expectantly and deeply bowed at their arrival. At Aversa's order they helped her guests to their room and carried their luggage before helping them get settled in. The trip had been long so the couple had been advised to rest for now until dinner was ready later.

x.x.x

The dinner had been worth the wait. The feast had been exquisite and it had taken no small amount of willpower to not overeat on the delicious meals. Trade negotiations had been discussed and concluded over the course of their dinner and, with the table cleared, the trio had resumed reminiscing about old times and catching up on recent events.

Aversa told them of her time living in the village she had originally come from for a time before returning to Plegia, and the work she had put in to restore Plegia to its former glory and then made it better than ever before: giving people a second chance and let commoners rise above their station if they had the skills, dedication, and the work ethics to do so for instance. Robin and Say'ri told her tales of the unification of Valm and the council they were part of, and shared delightful stories about their baby-daughter, Morgan, to which Aversa had responded with mixed feelings.

"A child, huh?" The Plegian queen stirred her ornate, half-emptied wine-glass, watching the richly flavoured red liquid swirl with a wistful sigh. "Wouldn't that be a blessing upon these halls?"

"You're not interested in children, Lady Aversa?" Say'ri inquired, her interest in the topic piqued.

"Quite the contrary, Lady Say'ri; I would want nothing more than to have a darling child of my own to spoil rotten and raise with the love and care I was robbed of." The glass was brought to her lips and she sipped generously. "But my court has begun to hound me more and more often to find a husband, but I'm disinterested in marriage." Aversa scoffed, her lovely features turning dark. "And to spend my life with some oaf who would sooner get rid of me to claim full power is hardly something I wish to deal with."

The gears in Say'ri's head were turning and she flashed a small yet vixenish smile. Robin didn't miss it, his face burning hotly already, but Aversa was too focused on her wine to pay it any mind.

Say'ri glanced over at her husband, who only managed a humble smile, before she looked over at the other woman. Her heart was racing. Say're knew of the Plegian queen's flirtatious behaviour towards her husband in the past and with Aversa having indulged herself with just enough wine to tip the scales into the Chon'sin woman's favour…

"Then, would thee consider a proposal of mine that would solve this predicament, Lady Aversa?" She began with a small smirk. The Plegian offered a puzzled look whilst sipping her wine. "A proposal involving my husband and a way to further strengthen the ties between our nations if I may be so bold."

Aversa stopped mid-sip. A trickle of the liquid ran down her chin as she did and she gently wiped it off with a cloth and met her fellow ruler's gaze. "Are you suggesting what I think you are, Say'ri?"

The Chon'sin woman smiled back. "I'll have you know that Robin performs exceptionally well in our bedchambers. And he needs no prodding into bedding another."

The tactician smiled sheepishly. A fire lit in Aversa's eyes as her eyes met his and the corners of her mouth curled into a sultry grin.

"How could I refuse something I've desire for a long time? I didn't take you to be this kind of woman, Say'ri." She gulped down the last of her wine. "But let us not waste any more time then. I'm suddenly quite hungry…"

"Zounds! Then we shall waste not a second longer. Lead the way, Aversa." Say'ri was on her feet in an instant, utterly beaming, and pulled Robin, who couldn't contain himself either, from his seat.

Aversa's spacious room was richly baroque and furnished with red and purple colours amidst the gold. That was about all the details the couple had taken in before they had hastily proceeded with what would be a great night. The ornate carpet was littered with articles of clothing that created a trail leading up to the vast, luxurious bed.

Sprawled out on her back, legs akimbo, was the Plegian queen, her chest heaving with each swift breath as she panted huskily. She was a pliant pile of relaxed muscles releasing a constant string of soft moans punctuated by softer gasps as Robin suckled on a dusky nipple whilst playing with its twin, his ministrations tender and slow.

And between her pliant loins, nuzzled against her sex and the white curls crowning it, was Say'ri; a queen serving another with gusto by eating her out thoroughly. Say'ri lavished Aversa's pussy with long swirls of her tongue, lapping a hot path along labia lips and drinking up her excitement.

"Mmhmm…You are performing well, Say'ri…I shouldn't, ah, be surprised…I'm hardly the first woman you have pleased…"

Say'ri merely chuckled and wrapped her lips around a swollen little bundle of nerves, adding to Aversa's ecstasy.

Soft thighs clamped around the swordswoman's head as the Plegian rode her face, bucking increasingly intense against that skillful organ as pleasure is mounting swiftly. Amidst the wanton throes Say'ri notes how remarkably pleasant Aversa's scent is; a mix of flowers and something else. And she tasted sweeter than Cordelia or Tiki which only spurred her on.

Avera shuddered as another orgasm swept over her. Her voice echoed faintly off the walls of her chamber and steadily grew louder as she rode out her climax until she once more went slack.

Wiping her chin, Say'ri untangled herself. She ran her tongue over her lips with a pleased purr. "An absolute delight, Aversa."

The Plegian softly laughed at her. "I take good care of myself."

"Aye, I can certainly tell," she complimented. Then she clicked her fingers authoritatively as she peered over at Robin. "Lay down for me my dear tactician."

"Yes ma'am," he replied humorously to the ladies' amusement. His cock throbbed and bobbed as he moved about, proudly erected, and Aversa unhurriedly moved on over to his lap.

"Finally…" she whispered under her breath as she straddled Robin, her slick, wet pussy kissing the tip of his dick teasingly while she aligned herself properly. "At long last…"

"Aversa…" Robin was in awe; Time had been kind to Aversa with her beauty unblemished and a mature air to her that would entice anyone. Robin's hands immediately gripped hold of her hips and the Plegian gasped, flashing him a wicked look.

"Naughty boy. You just can't help it can you?" She snickered, braced herself, and looked him right in the eyes as she lowered her hips over his pulsating flesh and slowly let it push into wet heat. Inner muscles immediately clamped down on the impressive length of flesh and she hummed, delighted as inch after inch penetrated her depths and reached that sweet spot. "Magnificent."

Robin gripped Aversa's hips tighter, pulling her down the last inch with a groan followed by the slap of skin against skin.

"Oh!"

He was fully sheathed. She had taken him all the way to the base.

She began to gyrate her hips: slow, passionately, undulating. It was as if she was performing a dance for Robin and showed off her naked body that was as if sculpted by Gods; it was different from Say'ri's more toned and athletic form (which he loved very much) with curves in all the right places that begged for his touch.

Robin bucked beneath her impatiently. His cock was smothered in wet heat squeezing down on him and he shuddered bodily, fighting the urge to take control and pound that pussy relentlessly. Mesmerized, his hands found purchase on Aversa's voluptuous, moving body and mapped out every dip and fold, every nook and cranny from bosom to thigh and squeezed soft flesh.

The mattress shifted besides him and he turned his head to see his gorgeous wife crawl over, her gait that of a predatory cat with her smouldering eyes fixed on him. "Pardon me, my love."

He smirked up at Say'ri and opened his mouth as toned thighs settled on either side of his head and her intoxicating musk greeted his nostrils. Her pretty pink sex, flushed red, was practically dripping onto his tongue and Robin eagerly drank it up as his wife took her rightful seat. Enveloped by body-heat and excitement, Robin ran his tongue along her slit and ate her out with practiced ease.

Say'ri shuddered mightily, her thighs squeezing down on her husband's head as she bucked and gyrated her hips over that handsome face of his. He was a miracle-worker in bed and his tongue was just one of Robin's many talents as he worked his magic to take Say'ri through waves of ecstasy. Sher voice soon joined Aversa's in echoing through the room, as the Plegian picked up the pace riding the tactician.

The bed was rocking with Aversa's hips. Writhing on top of Robin, she threw her head back with a string of sultry moans, hips shaking and body bouncing over his cock. Flesh slapping against flesh and the wet squelches joined the cacophony of the bed and their voices that rang out through the bedchamber, all while the trio rode out their pleasures like their lives depended on it.

Aversa gasped as a firm yet gentle hand cupped one of her breasts and she caught the look on Say'ri's face: wanton desire. The Plegian would've laughed – she knew few women around, even during her limited time with the Shepherds, rivalled her bust size – if it didn't stimulate her further, and when the warrior-queen palmed both of them so well-versed Aversa could do nothing but arch into her touch.

And as she did the Chon'sin woman leaned in. Their breaths mingled. Smouldering desire blazed in their half-lidded eyes and their voices fell quiet, now nothing more than quick breathing and silent gasps from the wild rutting and the mounting ecstasy.

Their lips met in a searing kiss just as pleasure reached its peak. Trembling, they held on to each other in their euphoric throes as inner muscles twitched and clenched, and Say'ri took her chance to delve her tongue inside Aversa's mouth.

Robin, pinned beneath them, squirmed. His face was slick with his wife's juices while Aversa rode him like a bucking wyvern, his own pleasure intensifying by the moment. He gripped her supple thighs and buttocks as he hammered away as best as he could underneath the Plegian, desperate for added stimulation as he drove his cock balls-deep inside.

"Ooh Roobiiin…!"

Say'ri clenched down on his face with a mighty shudder and, with a throaty cry escaping past her lips and Aversa's, she rode out her orgasm over his flicking tongue and stained his face further, to which Robin kept eating her out with great zeal. Aversa was riding him rougher now in response to his pounding, frantically making sure he reached that sweet spot-

He grunted. Every muscle in Robin's body went taut when ecstasy crashed like a wave over him, and his cock pulsated mightily against velvety inner walls as he ejaculated.

"AAH!"

Aversa squeezed down on him, quivering, her face flushed and voice husky. With Say'ri still pawing at her tits Aversa could only tremble in pleasure as she milked it for as long as she could before the high faded.

It felt like hours before the euphoric sensation subsided and her body went slack.

She could feel the cool, soft pillow under her heard. Her body ached in the best way possible, prompting the Plegian to stretch like a cat and feel the sweet burn spread.

"Mmm…"

Something tapped her wrist and she cracked an eye open. Say'ri met her gaze, flat on her back and legs spread with Robin – his face noticeably shiny – between them, and the one who had roused her from her rest. "My, you're insatiable aren't you?"

The couple exchanged looks and chuckled. "We took a few minutes to recover. Are you-"

"Yes," she immediately told him with a wicked look in her eyes before she let herself be force on top of the Chon'sin queen, their bodies now flushed against one another. Aversa felt Say'ri shudder beneath her as their bosom pressed together and their sexes – their swollen little bundle of sensitive nerves – rubbing together and she too shivered with anticipation. "Oh my. How delightfully naughty of you. Ro-"

Yanked down, Say'ri hungrily claimed her lips in a fierce kiss, startling the Plegian. Quickly she melted into the kiss and passionately reciprocated as she threaded raven-black hair.

Say'ri gasped as Robin entered her, starting a steady rhythm to his thrusts. Pleasure, rekindled, spread through her nerves as her husband unhurriedly made love to her, driving his length inside wet heat down to the base of his manhood each time.

She moaned into Aversa and locked her legs behind the swarthy woman, brushing against Robin's hands cupping a feel of the Plegian's ass. Just as the height of her ecstasy was within reach and her body was a quivering mess, her husband pulled out.

"Ah…no…my love…" she whined.

Aversa suddenly tensed, then relaxed, as she breathed a low moan into the Chon'sin queen's ear. Her body was rocking against Say'ri's as the tactician pounded her from behind now. She clung onto Say'ri, moaned into her ear a litany for her husband, while Say'ri enthusiastically watched and waited for her turn again.

Burning away time with their lengthy coitus, Robin kept alternating between the two women; with his wife he was slow and tender; with Aversa he was rough and fast. The two of them caressed each other's bodies as they simply let him do as he pleased behind them, kissing between gasps and moans. All while Robin kept feeling up Aversa's buttocks with relish.

But as pleasure grew the faster Robin thrusted and switched between them, sheathing his cock in wet, squeezing, velvety heat down to the base each time; finally, he drove his manhood deep inside of his wife and practically hugging Aversa's thick derriere as he achieved orgasm.

"Roobiiin…!" She cried out, trembling in her euphoric state.

x.x.x

The night was young. The candles were almost completely burnt and the room was unusually quiet save for the soft purring and content humming.

Robin, recovering, watched from the side, his back against the pillows and cock in hand whilst he watched the two women eat each other out.

Say'ri was clearly the more experienced of the pair as she lapped thoroughly and suckled on the Plegian's clit, her face firmly pressed against the pretty pink sex. Aversa, while no slouch, was awkward by comparison, but did her best to bring her esteemed guest to orgasm.

Robin gawked, enthralled, as his wife practically took charge of the coitus and gyrated her hips against their hostess' face without missing a beat of her own oral ministrations. They were a tangle of limbs that kept shifting positions as they licked with gusto, softly moaning with increasing pitch as they brought each other to climax.

x.x.x

"Fuck…" Robin muttered in awe.

Bent over on the bed were his wife and hostess side by side, knees touching the floor and their upper bodies resting on the messy bed. Say'ri – pale, fit, svelte – to the right and Aversa – swarthy, voluptuous, plump – to the left; sweaty, flushed hot, panting, and waiting.

"You certainly have a lot to give," Aversa commended with a smirk as she glanced over her shoulder, and wiggled her backside beckoningly. "I already knew that about you, but I never imagined it like this."

"My dear husband certainly surprised when the first time, but in that regard we realized we both had energy to spare when it came to bedroom matter," Say'ri told her and slowly swayed her hips. "So, Robin dearest…"

"Who will you go for first?" they both inquired in unison, sharing a leery look.

They didn't have to wait for an answer for long as Robin strode up to Aversa, his gaze raking up and down her backside as he did, and positioned himself behind her with a hand on her plump ass, and the Plegian chuckled. "I feel honoured."

"I can't blame him," Say'ri said, smiling as Robin slowly penetrated Aversa from behind. "He'd want to make sure he's doing a great jo-ooh?!"

Inner muscles clamped down on wriggling fingers delving inside her depths and the swordswoman shuddered. His hips frantically hammered against Aversa's with renewed lust as he pawed at and groped her ass. With his other hand, Robin fingered his wife, plunging those flexible digits inside her core and spreading against inner muscles.

"Ooh, ah! My love…!"

"Robin! Ah! Mmh!" Aversa bucked against him. "You just, nnh, never cease to, ah-amaze!"

The tactician grunted, still pounding the Plegian queen fervently. The room was once again filled with the noise of skin against skin as he kept it up, switching between the women like before and fucking Say'ri just as roughly as he had Aversa whom he now was fingering, back and forth every few minutes.

She was so wet; the carpet was stained by them both, but Robin figured it would be the Plegian's concern. Ecstasy was swiftly mounting and the small eternity of rough coitus was once again bringing Robin to climax the more he pounded the women from behind, and his knees were growing weak. Sweat dripped down his brow and his sore muscles were tensing up.

Say'ri moaned out loud as her darling husband took her from behind once again, his pace significantly faster. She could hear him grunting more and more, feel his shaft pulsate and jerk inside her pussy, and his grip on her buttock tightening…

He fully sheathed himself inside of her with a deep moan as he reached his orgasm. His whole frame went rigid with only his cock thrashing inside of his wife, and Aversa practically humping his fingers eagerly.

"Ooh…Oh Robin…" Say'ri cooed and clutched at the bedsheet. "Wonderful…"

After a minute or so he pulled out of her, his dick still painfully hard, and Aversa clicked her tongue. "Why am I not even surprised anymore? Go on…" She wiggled her ass. "You got some energy left, no?"

Robin nearly mounted her right then and there, sinking his shaft inside her velvety depths at an intense pace, and knocked the air out of the Plegian queen. He was over here, pinning her down, and fucked her from behind, desperate for pleasure.

"Yessss!"

It wasn't long, sensitive as he was, before he reached climax yet again together with Aversa, though less intense compared to earlier that evening. Having basked in the afterglow for a little while, the two managed to untangle themselves from each other and settle on the bed where Say'ri awaited them with open arms to cuddle them.

For several long minutes the three of them merely recovered in silence. The soreness in their muscles faded ever so slightly and their breathing steadied.

"By Naga…that was incredible…" Aversa, utterly satisfied, panted and wiped her brow. Her hair was matted against her face. "Does all of this count as round one? If so, when do we start round two?"

Say'ri merely giggled and kissed her tired husband. It was soft, chaste, and she kissed him on the lips, then the corner before making a trail down to the hollow of his throat and neck.

As Robin ran a hand through her messy hair, Aversa climbed on top of him, stealing a passionate kiss with a content hum. And as Robin tiredly reciprocated, his hands mapped a path down to the women's butts and with the last of his strength he squeezed them.

The two weeks went by in a hurry. The political business had gone smoothly and all documents had been signed and sealed, thus officially creating a treaty for peace, and all trade negotiations had been settled between Valm – chiefly Chon'sin – and Plegia. The rest of the time had been a constant game of flirting back-and-forth and nights filled with shameless passion in the queen's bedchamber to `further strengthen the bond between the two nations´.

Alas it was high time to return home. Aversa had personally escorted the couple to the harbour in the morning if only to tease and flirt for a while longer while she could.

"Are you two absolutely certain I can't convince you to stay another week? I'm sure there are plenty more matters we could negotiate about," she inquired, chuckling.

Say'ri and Robin exchanged looks and smiled, laughing with her. "I wish we could," Say'ri replied. "But it is most unfortunate that we don't have the luxury to neglect our duties whenever we see fit. Our country needs us. But our time together has been wonderful, Lady Aversa!"

"The pleasure is all mine, Lady Say'ri as I appreciate that you two could visit in the first place. It's been quite the experience," Aversa stated as she ran a hand over her belly over her robe. "With this future heir the council will finally stop pestering me at long last."

Robin smiled, bashful. "That's one more thing settled then. I'm happy for you, Aversa."

"Of course you are, you absolute whorehound." She smirked and winked at the now furiously blushing tactician as his wife laughed. "Alas, I will miss you two greatly in the nights to come, while my jealousy of your Consort-Wife and the Divine Dragon will grow immensely." She looked away, muttering under her breath.

"I'm certain we can arrange for another visit in the future, Lady Aversa," Say'ri said, approaching the older woman with a sultry smile. "But you will be equally missed as well and not just because of your charms."

"Hm. Flatterer." A small smile curved her lips as she leaned in close. "I will moss that pretty mouth of yours. While I may not be able to join you this time and I cannot convince you to stay, what I can do is sending an ambassador to accompany you home."

"An ambassador?" Say'ri pondered the thought. "Aye, it would serve both our countries well if we had a presence in each other's capital. We should arrange for one ourselves."

Robin nodded. "That we should. I assume we're waiting on them then?"

"She should be here soon enough. We are a bit early after-" The Plegian queen's gaze shifted. As the couple followed the gaze they saw a small cadre of Plegian soldiers – from the looks of it, mages – making their way over from the town square. "Oh, good. There she is."

Even from this distance there was no mistaking who was walking ahead of the cadre of soldiers. Robin turned to look at his wife to confirm she saw what he saw. "Is that…?"

"Robin, Say'ri," Aversa began. "Allow me to officially introduce to you the Plegian ambassador-"

"Tharja!" The couple exclaimed in unison as the Dark Mage-turned-Sorceress ally walked up to them, a dark tome clutched to the chest as she smiled a thin smile. "It's been years!"

"Oh it certainly has," Tharja replied, her enamoured gaze fixed on Robin alone. "Hello, Robin. It's so good to see you."

Aversa mirthfully snickered. "She was roaming about until I took her in, and she has been a great asset to the new Plegia. As an ally and friend from the war I figure she would make a great ambassador representing my queendom in Chon'sin."

"I never pegged you to enjoy a political position, Tharja!" Robin exclaimed with a hearty laugh. "It's great to see you again!"

"Mhm. Reunited at long last. It's great to see you too, Robin. I knew my hexes would work."

"What was that?"

"Oh, nothing. Let's not dwell on how we fatefully met after years of separation. What matters is that you and I will work closely together from now on. Every day."

"Ah, y-yes." He chuckled and rubbed the back of his neck. "I suppose we will!"

Say'ri didn't pay any attention to the other three. The whole world around her became an inaudible mess as the cogs in her head began to turn.

She eyed Tharja up and down. Then she looked at her husband. Then back to Tharja, whom she now eyed even more appreciatively and imaged in her bed, naked.

And as it all began to click in her mind, Say'ri wetted her lips.

FIN