A Life of Pranks and Passion (Lissa/Robin from Fire Emblem Awakening) (Patreon)

If this entire campaign spanning two continents had taught Robin anything, it was that fate was not set in stone. It could be challenged, and changed.

But that didn’t mean he was a non-believer. Fate, at times, could be a good thing.

After all, the person who would become his wife was the first voice he heard upon waking up in that field with no memory. That had to be fate at work, and that was a future he had no desire to change.

He remembered that day fondly, even now. Lissa had entranced him at first sight. She was bubbly and beautiful, and he could tell even then that she was quite intrigued by him too.

Little did he know how life-changing that day would be for not only him and Lissa, but Chrom, and the Shepherds… and pretty much every soul he had met during his journey!

So much had happened throughout the last several years. It was honestly hard to keep track of it all at times, and he was the tactician of an entire army! Recalling details from past encounters was imperative, yet here he was, struggling. The battles had taken their toll on his mental fortitude.

Nevertheless, here they were, at the end. The final battle awaited them, and the last preparations were being made for the expedition to Origin Peak. While Robin was doing his utmost to strategize, there were too many unknown factors for his liking.

It was frustrating him.

“Honey, you need to relax.”

Therefore, Robin did.

Lissa’s voice was serene-- it always soothed him, no matter the situation. As she felt his hands wrap around his stomach, his stress diminished even further. He took a calm breath and leaned back, accepting the comfort of his wife, and trusting she would help keep his shaky body stable through her grasp.

“I know-- I’m sorry,” he apologized with a crackly voice, prompting him to clear his throat. He hoped he wasn’t coming down with something. “But… there is just so much that can go wrong in this next battle… not to mention the fact that the fate of the world hinges on the outcome of this fight.”

“We’ve come this far, Robin,” Lissa was far more optimistic about the situation. “You’ve got us through tricky situations before, soI trust you can bring us to victory. I know my brother thinks the same.”

She wasn’t wrong with that, and yet…

“Even so-”

“No ‘buts’ from you, Robin!” she interrupted, and although he could not see her, he already knew she was pouting. “Look. Come to bed, okay? You won’t be able to strategize efficiently when your shoulders are so tense and you look like you’re about to fall face-first onto your desk. You need a good night’s rest.”

Robin was typically stubborn in situations like these, and that trait had been enhanced by how much was at stake.

But advice from his wife was always going to be considered no matter what.

…especially when she was using a tone he did not hear from her often.

She was scared, but her fear was not for their uncertain future-- it came from a concern for his well-being.

He wasn’t being himself. He had been a bit snappy to people today when questioned, and he had skipped out on a few meals too. It truly felt like the fate of the entire world was on his shoulders, and in some ways, considering his connection to Grima, it was.

But fate wasn’t set in stone. That was something he had learned during this adventure, and he was determined to steer them away from the bad end that awaited them.

Robin swallowed and sighed.

He missed Lissa’s bubbliness. The serious talk was appreciated, but gods, he could do with one of her infernal pranks right about now! They would be a fantastic distraction, and the smile that formed on her face made certain he was never mad at her about it.

She hadn’t planned one, sadly, so if the only way to bring that cheerfulness back was to take a breather, then perhaps this was the easiest decision he had made all day.

“...you’re right, I am sorry, Lissa. It has been tough.”

“I know, Robin, I know,” she retained the serious speech, though it didn’t last for much longer once she rested her head on his shoulder and started to giggle. “But before we sleep… how about we do something about that tense body of yours? I have something in mind…”

Ah, there was the mischievousness he knew and loved!

He knew what she had in mind too. It would serve as the perfect stress relief and distraction. It was pretty much their go-to.

“I wouldn’t mind that.”

“I like it when you’re honest,” Lissa snuggled up to him some more. “You used to be so apprehensive, back then.”

“Well, you are my best friend’s little sister…”

If there was something Robin would never forget, it was how his relationship with Lissa had begun and blossomed.

After all, the catalyst was her decision to hold his nose while he was sleeping. Nobody would forget something as bizarre as that.

___

“Are you sure you’re not mad…?”

Robin wasn’t mad, actually! He had every right to be, but circumstances had led him to ultimately feel rather neutral on the matter.

But gods, had his emotions been tested!

He was furious to learn that not only had she doodled in his recently acquired book of battle strategies, but she had also spilled ink all over it, ruining the rest of it in the process!

It had led to him making an insensitive comment regarding how her parents had raised her, only to learn that they hadn’t… because they were… yeah… it was not his proudest moment.

Because of that error, he had decided to forgive her for her mistake. Besides, her heart was in the right place despite what had happened. In return, she had forgiven him, and he was grateful she was gracious enough to do so. Ultimately, he was thankful things were patched up quickly-- the awkwardness that would have occurred otherwise would have been rather unfortunate.

It was a shame about the ink spillage; what remained of her drawing was admittedly quite cute, and it certainly would have been a nice little doodle to remind him of her… if she hadn’t made a mess of the book, that is.

But in the end, his mood ended up being rather okay, and in a strange way, he was kind of glad things had occurred the way they did. Robin believed he was beginning to understand the girl a little better because of it. She was an obvious prankster, but now he truly believed she wasn’t the type to take things too far, at least not intentionally.

Probably.

The only ‘problem’ now was that Lissa wasn’t so convinced he was okay with the situation.

“I’m not mad,” Robin answered for the fifth time now.

The unfortunate irony of the situation was that the constant questioning would inevitably make him a little miffed again.

Well, she’d have to ask about ten more times for that to happen. Lissa was lucky that Robin was a very patient and understanding man!

Plus, it helped that he found her quite cute, so maybe she’d have to ask twenty more times for him to get annoyed. There was just something about her voice that made him feel… at ease, even when she was using that consistently concerned tone.

“You keep saying that, but you sound so bored,” she elaborated on why she wasn’t so confident about his claim.

Lissa didn’t need to know that he was perhaps sounding that way on purpose, knowing it would encourage her to stay.

That was why she’d actually have to ask about fifty more times for him to even start feeling annoyed.

Robin was using this tone purposefully, knowing she would stick around if she wasn’t convinced things were patched up. It was a bit of a cruel trick to play on a troubled maiden, but that was why he had strategized a particular type of tone that wouldn’t concern her greatly, but still keep her thinking!

He liked her being here. The constant questions weren’t bothersome because of that, especially when they ensured her consistent presence.

But he wasn’t doing this just for his own gain.

It was for her benefit too; she needed companionship right now, not solitude.

“I am a little bored, yes,” he confessed, though he quickly explained why before any misconceptions could occur. “I’ve planned for the negotiations with this Mad King regarding Maribelle’s retrieval to go… less than swimmingly. The terrain surrounding the meeting has been scouted in advance, and I have since analyzed it, taking into account how advantageous and disadvantageous the topography can be for not only us, but our potential enemy. Everyone has been briefed on what positions to take should a battle commence, and what to do in combat against barbarians, dark mages, and wyvern riders, which are all quite probable to appear.”

“Yes, yes, you don’t need to tell me all that-- I’ve been briefed too!” Lissa reminded him, causing him to chuckle.

“In other words, my job is done,” he said, but he wasn’t finished. “And more importantly, you do not need to worry about Maribelle’s safety.”

Although she had not said a single word to indicate her worry about her friend’s well-being, he had noticed the faint shakiness in her tone that refused to leave, and figured out what it signified; after all, it had only made an appearance after she heard the news.

Lissa was doing her best to hide it, but he was very good at detecting these kinds of oddities; assessing the morale and mental health of critical troops played a part in his battle plans, and Lissa, being a talented cleric, was one of the individuals he had to keep tabs on. Would she be able to perform well if things went south? Was her expertise critical in the coming battle? Those were all things to consider.

But finding out the answers to those questions was not the main reason he wanted her to be here.

Robin was not a heartless man-- he cared about how she was doing simply because she meant a lot to him. He wanted to see that smile of hers again.

“Huh? I’m not worried about that-- not much, at least. I know it’ll work out," she answered, sounding confused about his statement.

He sighed. He'd have to be more blunt, it seemed. Alas, all his attempts at being subtle had failed, but he figured he was a battle tactician and not a psychiatrist for a reason.

“You’re not a good liar when it comes to matters like this, Lissa.”

Robin believed the real reason she was here was so she could distract her mind. It seemed awfully strange to fixate on a random previous event when there were far more pressing matters to concern yourself with… unless you didn’t want to think about those urgent things to begin with. That was why she was here.

His hypothesis was proven correct when Lissa started to fidget with her mouth and avoid eye contact with him. She knew she couldn't hide her true feelings on the matter any longer.

“Lissa," he called out to her.

“...hmm?” she acknowledged him, but she didn't sound enthusiastic.

“Are you okay?”

Lissa said nothing for some time, but that was because she was trying to hold back the tears.

Even a bubbly girl like her could succumb to sadness, it seemed.

Robin started to regret bringing these emotions out of her. She came to him to avoid experiencing these feelings in the first place!

Seeing Lissa, with tears in her eyes… he didn't like it.

Perhaps it would have been best to feign obliviousness.

"I… will be," she kept up the brave face, but he had a feeling she was speaking genuinely. "I… trust you, Robin-- when you say that everything will be okay with Maribelle, but…"

Robin did the only thing he could do in such a situation. He offered her a shoulder to cry on, and she accepted the gesture, hugging him tightly.

Lissa did sob a little, but proved her bravery was not a farce-- she was far stronger than he gave her credit for.

Their embrace lasted for a long time, but he was more than willing to comfort her for a long time if it meant she’d feel better.

“...Robin…” she mumbled after a few minutes. “I… t-thank you.”

She broke the hug, gently wiping her eyes with her sleeves. Robin didn’t find it pleasant to see her tear-stained face, but that giddy smile of hers was at least not faked.

“Maybe… I am a little delicate-- but only a little! A tinsy tiny bit!” she giggled lightly, gesturing her level of delicateness through two fingers that were only slightly separated. “A word of this to no one, you hear?”

Robin raised an eyebrow. He had something to say about that statement. “On the contrary, I don’t think you are at all.”

“Well, I kind of cried on-”

“There’s no shame in crying, Lissa. It’s something everyone does, even the strongest of people,” he interrupted her. He didn’t want her to start doubting that signature phrase of hers! “Anyway, has it made you feel better?

Lissa fidgeted momentarily, placing her hands behind her back as she wavered from side to side a little. She looked a little lost in thought, but she eventually responded. “Y-Yeah… I guess I do feel a little better… aha…”

“You sure?” Robin was mostly convinced, but her fidgety body language was holding him back.

“Yeah, I’m just… kind of processing that I actually did cry in your arms… a man’s arms…”

Ah.

So that’s what was going on.

“Oh, ah… yeah…”

…he did not mean to respond in stutters just like she did.

“S-Sorry, I’ve taken up so much of your time,” Lissa spoke hurriedly. “I’ll leave you be, but thank you, truly. Sleep well tonight, y-yeah? We need you at your best!”

Lissa had already left by the time she finished her speech, leaving Robin in a bewildered state. Realization and subsequent embarrassment had struck her suddenly and critically hit.

He couldn’t help but chuckle a little at this interesting turn of events. Lissa fascinated him so.

Awkwardness was possible from here on out, certainly, but with Maribelle’s rescue on the horizon, neither she nor he had any time to worry about such trivial matters.

But once things had calmed down… they were bound to have another interesting conversation, that much was sure.

___

Robin really, really should have been more suspicious when Lissa offered him a shoulder rub. He was curious about her sudden appearance and why she looked so giddy, but he ultimately decided to give her the benefit of the doubt. Perhaps her being friendly was a sign that things between them weren’t awkward after all!

He had let his guard down.

…how did she bring a frog in here without him noticing?!

This was not how he expected their first proper conversation to go since the ink incident.

…honestly, he should have expected it!

There was some downtime in the war effort against Plegia. They were to camp for a few days, awaiting some crucial supplies to arrive from Regna Ferox. Because of that, the duration of war meetings had diminished and the tactician had found himself with a fair amount of free time.

“Sorry, sorry!” she apologized, but she didn’t sound that sincere! “In my defense, you really do look stressed, even though we aren’t even on the move right now! That’s why I wanted to help!”

“The frog was not necessary!”

“...aw… well, in that case… I do know of a way I can apologize…”

Robin rolled his eyes. He wasn’t going to fall for the embarrassed tone she had adopted. He was not going to drop his guard again today! He had learned his lesson!

Yet, he supposed there was harm in being complacent for now, mainly to see what she had in mind. His curiosity was something to bless and curse.

Lissa approached him, wishing to speak into his ear. No doubt she was about to say something absurd in order to fluster him, or perhaps she’d try to sneak a frog behind his ear again. No matter what this devilish delight had in store for him, he was fully prepared and-

“I could suck your dick.”

The devil stepped back with a warm smile on her face-- one that was surrounded by a crimson blush.

Robin did not have much time to appreciate how lovely she looked because he was too busy processing what the heck he just heard!

“L-Lissa… w-what… why did you… that’s not something you… you should…”

He cursed himself for responding so hastily. He sounded like a complete and utter fool! The worst part was that Lissa was loving how ridiculous he looked right now! It was thanks to his flabbergasted reaction that she had recovered from what she had said so quickly too.

“Ha, you should see the look on your face!”

He had fallen for yet another prank.

…and this was arguably the cruelest one yet!

He wasn’t sure what emotion to feel right now. There were so many swarming through his mind, fighting for dominance.

But ultimately, a desire for vengeance was what won. Two could play at that mischievous game she was playing! She may have initiated combat, but it was his turn to counterattack.

He took a deep breath, mentally preparing himself to say something jaw-dropping in return. Figuring out a way to articulate it all was a challenge, but he was fueled by a determination to see her expression morph to one of astonishment, just as she had one to him!

“Hmm… well, I am still feeling quite stressed… so I accept your offer.”

Lissa stared at him for a few seconds, needing some time to process what she had heard.

Then her eyes widened.

“W-W-W-WHAT?!”

Checkmate.

Lissa had banked on being able to completely shatter his mind with her outrageous comment; as a result, she had not prepared for the possibility of something similar being thrown right back at her.

“Hmm? What’s the matter? You offered, so I’m accepting.”

“I… uh…”

It was satisfying to watch her cheeks warm up so extravagantly. Lissa wasn’t the only prankster in this army! His schemes were quite different, certainly, focusing more so on the psychological side rather than using an abundance of critters, but the effectiveness could not be denied!

Robin almost felt a little guilty. The poor girl had not expected this at all!

But it was going to be okay. His plan was to wait a few more moments before laughing it all off, lest she start to think he was actually being seri-

“Okay.”

Oh… uh… he wasn’t expecting that.

N-No! He couldn’t let his guard down! She was just trying to counter by dishing back some of his medicine! He wasn’t going to be fooled so easily again, however! He had the upper hand, and he was determined to keep it that way!

Lissa was a more worthy foe than he originally thought, but now it was time to tip the scales.

“Good! I’m glad you agreed. I was a little nervous that you'd change your mind.”

Lissa bit down on her lip nervously, but she wasn't defeated.

“...sit down on the bed, then,” she made her request. “...uhm… I haven’t done anything like this before… so I hope that’s okay…”

“That’s, um… not a problem!”

…she was… uh… starting to sound rather convincing!

Robin took a deep breath. A silent one.

He wasn’t going to be misled by these doubts! She had just revealed herself as a very capable actor. Nothing more.

Therefore, he did as she asked, suspecting she’d drop the charades and admit defeat shortly.

She didn’t.

In fact, she knelt in front of him, looking up at him with beaming eyes, her blush the brightest he had ever seen it be.

“...could you… uhm… take it out? I'm not sure I have it in me to do it myself…"

Robin bit down on his lip. Hard.

Speaking of hard, he was.

Very.

…gods.

He was really starting to suspect this actually wasn’t a prank. At least, that’s what his aroused mind was trying to convince him.

Another deep breath didn’t completely clear his mind of all the nonsensical screaming occurring within, but it did restore a little stability. Everything was going to be okay! All he had to do was start taking off his trousers and she’d finally yield.

Lissa did not yield.

SHE DID NOT YIELD.

That was fine.

Absolutely fine!

Once he pulled down his underwear, she would.

Right… RIGHT?!

…

“Gods… Robin… you’re… you’re big…” she mumbled in shock.

She had not badged.

Lissa timidly raised her hand, hesitating when it was mere inches away from Robin’s member. She fought valiantly against her wariness, wrapping her silky smooth hand around the tactician’s cock, making him experience a sudden burst of bliss. Lissa merely holding it had done that!

It was all because nobody had ever touched him like this before. Robin was a busy man; there was barely any time for some solo sexual gratification, let alone with somebody else! When factoring all the stress from the war, it was no wonder he was so pent up.

He just never expected Lissa of all people would be the one to relieve him!

“My hand barely fits around it…” she shared another observation, speaking a little more calmly. Robin had no doubt she had noticed his dizzy state, and the knowledge that she was responsible for that was restoring her confidence.

“Lissa… I…”

“How… am I meant to fit this… inside my mouth?” she asked out loud, the question sounding rhetorical more than anything. The slight salivation was what led him to believe that.

Robin couldn’t believe how mind-boggling a mere touch of the hand was. She had yet to even move it, let alone put his member past her lips! He could only guess that the pleasure would multiply several times if she were to actually see this through. Could he even survive such an incredible sensation?!

His thoughts were cut off when Lissa started to move her hand, gradually raising it, and then lowering it. Her movements were minimal, but enough to make powerful chills surge throughout his body.

…and then, she started to use her tongue. The tip intersected with his glans, tasting the leaking pre-cum. Lissa seemingly enjoyed it quite a bit-- why else was she now sliding her tongue around in a circle, sampling even more of it?

“...does that feel good, Robin?” she asked curiously, chuckling to herself a little after. Her cheekiness was being restored rapidly, and Robin was at its mercy; this was not the kind of prank he had prepared to face today!

But gods… he wouldn’t mind if this was how they were from now on.

"Y-Yeah… it does…"

Lissa responded well to his shaky breath, giggling to herself amidst the licking. Motivated to go even further, she trailed her tongue down his shaft, and then back up it, and even decided to throw in some smooches for good measure.

To think-- this girl had kissed his cock before she had even kissed him! Their relationship was going to be radically different after this, but he was admittedly a little excited about where things could go from here.

"You're throbbing so much, Robin…" she was starting to sound awfully proud of herself, and rightfully so. He was completely immobilized by how incredible this felt.

"Lissa…"

"Tell me… tell me you want me to put it in my mouth…"

He couldn't resist her charm. There was always something about this girl that captivated him so. That feeling had never felt stronger.

"Lissa… please… your mouth… gods…"

Thrilled by his response, she began trailing her mouth back up his shaft, doing so slowly. It was undoubtedly a purposeful tactic, building up a level of anticipation that was leaving him breathless.

Finally, her lips had reached the top. She planted a singular kiss on the tip, taking a moment to look up at him, all to make sure he was watching the lewd act she was about to perform. Her blush-stained face told him she was nervous, but he knew by now that she was the type of character not to let such feelings hold her back. She was horny and fueled by a desire to make him feel good, and she demonstrated that by returning her lips to his cock once more.

This time, however, Lissa pushed, giving his member the privilege of opening up her mouth. An abundance of humidity immediately swarmed over his glans, that feeling escalating with every passing moment. Robin’s legs were starting to quiver by this point, but Lissa placed her hands on his thighs in response, halting them, and communicating that she had no desire to leave this spot for a while.

Even as she took in his tip, she wouldn't stop joyfully moaning. It wasn't a challenge for his favorite prankster to take in the entirety of his glans, but she started to struggle upon attempting to take in more. Despite some difficulties, she was still successful at taking in a few more inches of Robin's cock, bewildering him not only in regards to how she was able to do that, but with how wonderful it looked and felt too.

Chrom was going to kill him.

Satisfied she had taken in as much as she could, Lissa started to slowly bob her head up and down. It wasn't hard for her to take most of his member out, but gobbling it back up took a fair amount of concentration and effort. However, it was a process she was beginning to get used to as she repeated the motion. Once she was able to do so at a respectable pace, she spiced things up by sucking in her cheeks and using her tongue. A lot of what she was doing was certainly experimental, but gods, it was working.

Robin needed this more than he thought, and to receive this amazing treatment from such an adorable princess was the icing on top of the cake. He wouldn't mind receiving this kind of relief daily, and with how energetically Lissa was sucking his dick, he didn't deem it farfetched to think she wouldn't mind such a future either.

"Lissa, this feels really, really good." Robin had to praise her… just in case his groans weren't outright saying that to her.

If she kept this up, he was going to cum in no time. That begged the question-- would she mind if he did it in her mouth? The mere thought of that was shiver-inducing. He wasn’t about to defile a princess, was he?

…it was probably a little too late to start worrying about that.

Robin wanted to warn her, but his vocal approval of the blowjob had motivated her to speed up. The additional pressure was making it hard to even think about speaking to her. Therefore, the only thing he could do was focus on how blissful this all felt,.

Lissa was so good.

…and quite messy, too.

It was no secret that Lissa wasn't a traditional princess. Her constant pranks communicated that well, and he was excited to learn her blowjobs were also representative of her lack of elegance.. She was sloppy with her sucks, making all sorts of lewd noises with her mouth while she confidently sucked cock for the first time. The sheer volume was making him glad his tent was secluded enough from the others. It was also very fortunate he wasn’t expecting any visitors.

Even though she was maintaining a rhythm, she still found moments to further experiment with how much she could take in. Taking in everything seemed to be her true objective, but it was one that was proving to be quite the task. Even so, Robin was pleasantly surprised to see her take in another inch before her gag reflex kicked in. What was even better than that was seeing her eject everything suddenly, allowing him to catch a glimpse at his saliva-stained shaft and her messy face. The moment was a fleeting one, for she was swift in gobbling everything back up.

The wonderful cadence she had found, as well as the ways she would occasionally spice things up and keep him at the edge of his seat, meant that his climax was beginning to approach far faster than expected.

Robin was still incapable of speaking out to her, which meant only one thing-- he was going to cum inside her mouth.

All he could do now was pray that she would be okay with it, though with how extravagantly she had been slurping on his cock so far, he was optimistic all would be well. A messy end felt appropriate to a messy suck.

When that moment finally came, Lissa reacted in surprise to the semen suddenly flowing into her mouth, though not to an extent that would have made the whole ordeal overwhelming. She paused all her motions, focusing primarily on swallowing everything Robin had to offer. That was his best assumption on what she was doing, for she had not backed away even a bit. His mind was too mush for any further analysis, however; cumming inside Lissa’s mouth was an ecstatic feeling that he could barely comprehend. Though the moment was fleeting, it was one of the most incredible feelings he had experienced in his life-- one he hoped he would be lucky enough to experience again in the future. Hopefully, sooner rather than later!

Lissa ultimately freed her mouth after some time, humming as her body wavered from side to side. She then tapped on Robin’s leg, snapping him out of his zoned-out state and making him look down at her. Immediately, he noticed that her cheeks were filled to the brim, and upon realizing his attention was on her, she opened her mouth.

She had not swallowed at all. Instead, she had decided to show him just how much he had shot into her mouth, and already, it was beginning to flow out of her mouth. But now that he had seen the damage, she firmly closed it and swallowed several times, letting his seed swim down her throat.

“Lissa…. I…”

He was speechless, and she was loving that she had made him that way. That cheeky little grin told it all.

“Mmm… did you enjoy that, Rooobiiiinnnn?” she purred.

“Unbelievably,” he answered after a few moments, needing some deep breathing to recuperate to relatively ordinary levels.

Her mischievous satisfaction was all a byproduct of the adrenaline produced from what she had just done. Unfortunately, it wasn’t something that could last forever. Slowly but surely, her grin started to dwindle as the reality of what she had actually done started to dawn on her.

“Um… I’m glad…” Lissa mumbled, trying her best to retain her courage. He did like it, after all, but they had crossed a boundary that neither of them had expected to cross today. It was causing her to feel shy.

She stood, biting down on her lip a little as she resisted the temptation to flee. Doing that would make it tremendously challenging to renew what they had, not to mention make their next encounter an awkward one, and she didn’t want that.

It was unusual for her to have no words to say.

She didn’t like it.

Had she made a mistake, doing what she had done? It was wonderful to do, but she really hadn’t considered the consequences of-

Those scary thoughts dispersed as quickly as they came, all thanks to a spontaneous embrace from her favorite man. Robin had wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close. Upon feeling the warmth of his body, she discovered it was a lot easier to relax. Although she was a little hesitant at first, she ultimately returned the hug, happy to enjoy this special moment between them.

Neither exchanged any words. There was plenty they wanted to talk about, but it was a discussion that could occur later once they had taken some time to process their thoughts. For now, all that mattered was a mutual agreement that things were going to be okay with them.

When Lissa left, it was with an optimistic giddiness flowing through her body, manifesting through constant giggling while she walked back to her personal quarters in camp. She was also cheering for herself quite a bit as she walked, and at times, also biting down on her lip horrendously while she fought back against the massive blush forming on her face. Her emotions were a wreck, but it was a fun crash.

Thankfully, she ended up not running into anybody, so her fidgeting wasn’t questioned.

Things were going to be okay between her and Robin! That fact alone brought her so much happiness.

She was glad she had something to distract her mind, too. The coming battle was something she preferred not to think about.

Therefore, it was imperative she put her mind to work on something productive! She was determined to work the hardest she had ever worked before, in fact!

Many, many pranks were in order, and they had to be the best ones yet.

___

Lissa always found great pleasure in pranks.

But this… this was perhaps the grandest she had ever felt in her life.

“Gods… Robin… please don’t stop!!”

It had been about a week since things got a little out of hand, and things had gotten even further out of hand!

How had things gotten this wild? She had honestly intended to just pull some more pranks, but she had been on quite the rollercoaster.

It had started not long after their previous encounter. Lissa had made a decision to pretend that nothing had happened. Though more lewd stuff wasn’t something she was disinterested in, how was she even meant to initiate something like that? She was used to pulling pranks, not trying to get into a boy’s pants, so she stuck with what was natural to her.

…with the hopes that things could suddenly escalate just as they had done so before, of course.

Unsurprisingly, Robin had let his guard down during their next encounter. He was undeniably expecting a conversation to occur between the two, or for a follow-up to the fun night they had a week before. Either way, the atmosphere was a lot more serious on his end.

…which meant it was very easy to dump a toad down his collar… or was it a frog?

Regardless, seeing the fluster on his face was worth the preparation!

…she did feel a little guilty about it though. Truthfully, she had done it primarily to cheer herself up more than anything. Her method wasn’t a healthy one, especially when it came at the expense of another, but it was hard to rid herself of old habits.

Even though she didn’t believe Robin would be mad at her for long, she decided to apologize the following day.

He had responded cautiously, calling her a she-devil, and keeping a firm distance away from her. He was more on edge than usual, and she felt foolish for not considering the very obvious reason why that was the case.

That was why she was going to offer him another blowjob… as an apology for some frog-related shenanigans, of course! Lissa had deemed something along those lines as the best way to initiate lewd things after giving it some thought

…and frankly, they both needed some stress relief.

Alas, before she could do that, she found herself face to face with something big and long… that was NOT the big and long thing she actually wanted in her hands! Was it a snake, or a worm? She couldn't remember, for she was too busy screaming.

Robin had pranked her back! For once in her life, she had been on the receiving end of something truly diabolical! To make matters worse, he had discovered where she was hiding her frogs.

Therefore, she had no choice but to return them to the pond.

Strangely enough, Robin had decided to escort her there. He didn’t share his reason, so all she could really assume was that he wanted to make sure she actually did release all the critters at her disposal.

“...hey.”

Robin’s voice was soft, a far cry from how furious it was before. He had spoken shortly after she let loose the final frog.

So it was time for them to have a chat, it seemed.

“W-What’s up?”

…why was her voice so… shaky…?

She didn’t like this feeling.

“...how are you holding up?”

Ah…

Lissa was hoping they’d be talking about that fun night they had.

Deep down, she had a feeling this conversation was coming.

“...I’m okay,” she answered. “As okay as someone in this situation can be. I’ll be alright.”

“That’s a vague answer,” he rightfully called her out on her response, prompting her to sigh. Robin was right-- there was no use hiding her feelings, especially from him. She trusted him as much as she trusted her brother.

Lissa sat down, observing the small little forest around them. They had just escaped Plegia and were about to delve back into the desert, all to take down the Mad King while his army collapsed around him… something that was only happening thanks to the influence of Emmeryn.

Robin sat beside her, and without really thinking, she let her head gradually fall onto his shoulder.

Typically, such a gesture would have filled her with embarrassment, but right now, there wasn’t any room for shame in her emotions.

Lissa mumbled a little to herself, finding it difficult to articulate what to say, but she pushed through regardless, figuring it was best to express her feelings and thoughts sooner rather than later. The last thing she wanted was to cause any concern.

“I am upset,” she told him the truth, speaking as quietly as he was. “With happened with Emm, obviously… but it’s something I’m trying my hardest not to think about right now, because, well, we don’t have time for that, do we?”

Robin listened closely, fumbling with his mouth as she spoke. There were things he wanted to say, but he opted not to.

“We still have a war to fight,” she elaborated on her reasonings further. “People may not be counting on me as much as they do with you and Chrom… but I still want to do all I can. I can’t do that if I’m crying, can I? Ahaha…”

Robin placed his hand on the shoulder furthest away from him, pulling Lissa closer. “You and I are quite similar, then.”

Lissa raised an eyebrow at that peculiar comment.

“Now you’re the one speaking vaguely,” she playfully scolded him a little.

Robin swallowed. He wanted to be a little playful back, but he didn’t want to sugarcoat his feelings. “Lissa… I’m the tactician… and the result of that battle…”

“Ah…” she realized.

“Mmm… yeah…”

For some time, silence reigned.

Robin wasn’t sure if he regretted speaking his mind. On one hand, it was good to talk about one’s feelings, but on the other hand, was it appropriate of him to do so? Lissa had lost her sister and was hurting far more than he ever could right now, but the decisions he had made led to that outcome, so…

“Robin?” Lissa was as silent as a mouse, but it was still enough to snap him out of his thoughts… especially since she sounded so distressed.

“Yes?”

“...can you hold me… while I cry…?”

She had done this once before and felt shameful over it… but now, she wanted it more than anything in the whole world.

No, she needed it.

“Of course you can.”

He was not hesitant whatsoever with his answer. Robin turned, allowing Lissa to fall on him. Once she was safely in his arms, she let everything out.

Guilt was a strong emotion to fight back against, especially when it was so abundant in his system. All he could think about was how he was the one to make her cry.

But he wasn’t the type to let this fact consume him.

It was during this moment that he made a vow-- a vow that he would never make Lissa cry like this again.

Eventually, the cleric had let out everything that had been building up within, and when she backed away, she wiped away some lingering ones with her sleeve.

“...thank you, Robin.”

“I’m happy to help, Lissa.”

The two found themselves staring into each other’s eyes, though it took them a few moments for them to notice that they were doing that.

“Uhm… I…”

“Hmm?”

Lissa was nervous. Extraordinarily nervous.

The most exciting yet embarrassing idea had spawned in her head. It was causing her cheeks to warm up at an astronomical rate, her eyes to dwindle away from his sight, and her mouth to fidget.

“Y-Y’know…” she started, but saying anything beyond a second word was beyond her.

“...do I?”

Lissa resisted the urge to flick him in the cheek for that, but it was her fault for pausing. Instead, she flicked herself in the cheek, and when that didn’t really hurt, she smacked herself instead, as if it would prompt her to speak.

…and it actually did, but that was only because she wanted to say something before Robin could voice his concern regarding what the heck she was doing.

“...we are… we are both alone here, aren’t we?” she murmured.

Robin curled his lips into his mouth and fidgeted momentarily. He knew exactly where she was going with this, and while he had suspected things would be flowing in this direction for a while, he wasn’t prepared for his heart to start pounding so excessively. “Yes… yes we are…”

“...and there are no emergency meetings you have to attend, r-right?” Lissa needed to know what his schedule looked like.

“No, there isn’t…” he told her the truth.

“S-So… in that case…” she mumbled some more, leaning ever so slightly closer to her companion, her lips quivering while she did so.

Robin was mesmerized. He knew what was about to happen, but he was too busy dealing with a vigorous heart to mentally prepare for it all.

The lady that was the cause of all these wonderful heart problems continued to lean closer and closer, but as the gap between their lips decreased, so did Lissa’s pace. Assuming she was fighting a tough battle against nerves, Robin decided the least he could do was complete the final step for her, since this was something he desired too.

Thus, their lips met at long last. Lissa’s eyes widened in surprise, not anticipating Robin to seal the deal, but the shock was easily suppressed by the incredible warmth coursing throughout her body.

…it was honestly a little ridiculous they hadn’t done this by this point, considering what they had done already, but it was still amazing even if long overdue.

The kiss lasted for what felt like an eternity, but as soon as it broke, they were quick to initiate another, and another, and another…

They only stopped when the inevitable need to breathe forced them to recuperate.

“...R-Robin… I want more…”

She wasn’t being specific about what she wanted, but there was no need for her to be when instinct was guiding his every action.

It began with another kiss, but when that concluded, Robin opted to trail his lips downwards, ambushing her neck suddenly. Not only was the sudden embrace against that part of her body unexpected, but also the revelation that she was sensitive there! Shivers were being induced at a constant rate, and upon noticing the effect he was having on her body, he ramped up the pace and intensity, unafraid to suck harder and leave notable marks.

Lissa desperately clung onto him as he smooched her neck over and over; the constant pecking was making her feel dizzy in the best of ways, so she needed some kind of way to restore some resemblance of balance.

Unfortunately, it wasn’t working as well as she hoped it would, but she had a solution to that.

She just had to get him off his neck, as much as it pained her to do so.

However, she couldn’t do so in a way that would imply she disliked what he was doing, for she very much didn’t! Therefore…

“R-Robin… please… lower…”

The thought of Robin playing with her breasts… well, it wasn’t helping her mental state, but she prayed her boobs would be far less sensitive. While revealing them to him was a little nerve-wracking, the fact that she had seen his cock already helped mitigate that. She was simply returning the favor! …Somewhat!

“...you sure?”

He sounded so unsure of making the next step… as if he hadn’t made a mess of her throat.

“Yes, of course!” she giggled, a smirk forming on her face. She wondered if he’d be able to wipe it off her.

To sweeten the deal, she made things especially easy for him by undoing the restraints that helped keep her breasts concealed in the first place. The process took only a matter of seconds, but it was enough to make her favorite tactician’s heart beat agonizingly fast.

“...like what you see?”

Lissa wasn’t big-- she knew that very well, but it was hard to feel inferior when Robin had been borderline drooling over the mere notion of seeing them.

“I do,” he answered, continuing to drool.

“Then prove it,” she said. She didn’t need any, of course, but a little extra enticement wouldn’t hurt.

It was an invitation he was more than happy to accept. Robin used his hands to begin with, gaining a feel for how extraordinarily soft her breasts were to caress. Although she wasn’t too developed in this area, there was still enough to grab and squeeze, and frankly, that was more than enough in his eyes.

Robin kept a close eye on Lissa’s reaction while he played with her boobs, making note of how resolute her smile was, even when she started to sweat and her eyes started to narrow. She was learning that it felt great to be touched this way; therefore, he was eager to keep that momentum flowing to bring her bliss to even greater heights.

Which was why it wasn’t long before he started using his mouth.

Lissa’s nipples were hard and pointy, as if they were begging to be sucked upon. Once his lips curled around one and he felt her body shiver, he knew he had made the right decision.

“O-Oh… oh gods… Rooobiinnn!!”

The Ylissean Princess found herself contemplating a lot of things during this divine moment. The revelation that her nipples were sensitive too wasn’t too shocking, but to feel even grander pulses of pleasure than when he was munching on her neck? She was not ready for this kind of euphoria! She desperately wrapped her arms around him again, pulling him closer to bring forth stability, but Robin saw this as her communicating that she wanted more-- lots more!

…part of her did, obviously, but her mind was so overwhelmed by how inconceivably good this felt that she couldn’t come to a conclusion… on just about anything, actually.

Therefore, there was only one thing she could do-- she accepted the situation for what it was, and allowed a level of bliss unlike anything she had experienced before to overpower her. Robin, eager to see her euphoric state enhanced, made sure her other nipple was occupied with his fingers. His sucks became even greedier as time went on, as if he was a baby desperately trying to be fed, but unfortunately for him, she wasn’t producing any milk.

Not yet, at least.

…gods, she was having these thoughts now?! Her mind was in complete and utter turmoil, and so were her emotions!

She wasn’t going to get used to this anytime soon.

…especially when Robin decided to trail a finger downwards, taking advantage of the fact that she had subconsciously spread her legs.

She said nothing in response; she was too busy squealing in joy instead.

It was the lightest of touches, but even something like that against something unbearably sensitive could invoke feelings of wonder. It wasn’t even a direct touch either as she was still fully clothed down there, and yet…!

Noticing how much she had quivered at his experimental touch, Robin decided to place a lot of his focus on the gap between her legs, though that didn’t stop him from thirstily sucking on her nipple. The simultaneous pleasures from different areas of her body was causing Lissa to shake uncontrollably, and though she could feel her consciousness beginning to sway, she knew she didn’t want this powerful pressure to stop any time soon.

“Gods… Robin… please… please don’t stop!!”

It took a considerable level of willpower to even speak, but Lissa’s efforts were promptly rewarded. Fueled by her emotional outcry, Robin continued to delightfully torture all of her most sensitive spots at an even greater pace.

For a brief moment, she wondered how she got from crying in his arms to here. The switch had happened so suddenly, but at least now, the tears forming in her eyes were happy ones.

Lissa’s climax hit hard and unexpectedly, and far sooner than it usually did when she took care of business on her own. She clung onto Robin as if her life depended on it, and even though her vigorous shaking was threatening the rhythm he had going on, he did all he could to preserve it. His objective was to make this girl feel incredible, and from how violently she was reacting, it was looking like another checkmate.

“Rooooobiiiin…. I… I’m losing my miiiiiinnnddd!!!”

Alas, all good things had to come to an end, though it was perhaps the grandest end she had ever experienced in her life. After a period of unparalleled bliss, Lissa’s body ultimately gave way and she collapsed, the unyielding pleasure that caused such an extravagant reaction finally beginning to fade. Robin switched gears and held her firmly, giving her an opportunity to breathe. They stayed like this for some time, the only notable sound being the croaking of the frogs they had released earlier, prompting a few giggles from them once they noticed.

“I forgot that was the reason we even came here,” she said in a quiet tone, still recovering from the intensity.

“Good to know you’re fine with an audience,” Robin joked, prompting a light punch to the shoulder from her end.

“Then I better give them a good show next, hmm?” she decided to play along anyway. “Soon, I’ll be the one croaking the most… once your cock is down my throat…”

…Robin was weirdly aroused by that comment.

“Well, I can’t say I’d be opposed to-”

“Lissa? Liiiisssaaa? Where are you, darling?”

The two troublemakers froze at the sound of a familiar yet unexpected voice.

“What about you, Robin? I know you’re both somewhere around here!”

Lissa reacted extraordinarily hastily, for she had clothes to pull up. She did so at a record pace and stood up, taking a lot of deep breaths in an attempt to vanquish her flustered face by force. This was a terrible time to be interrupted, but at least she wasn’t nude!

…oh gods… would she have stripped entirely for him…?!

“Ah! There you two are!” Maribelle revealed her presence, disrupting the troublesome thoughts taking place within her friend’s mind. Now was the time to think of anything but lewd things. It would be so embarrassing if Maribelle caught on!

“Oh, h-hi Maribelle!” Lissa spoke quickly… a little too quickly, but her fellow noble didn’t seem to suspect anything, thankfully. All she could do was pray her blush-stained expression wasn’t too noticeable. “W-What brings you here? Ahaha…”

Maribelle seemed a little perplexed by the uneasy laughter, but she soon disregarded it. “Well, I was looking for you, and couldn’t. Fortunately, Gregor was there to tell me that he had seen you two leave camp suddenly, though he didn’t know why. Therefore, I came to investigate.”

“I-I see…” Lissa responded quietly, a little relieved that there was no mention of the wild sounds she had been making. She hoped it stayed that way.

“To be honest, I was starting to suspect you two were up to no good,” Maribelle continued, causing her friend to freeze. “But it seems you two were… collecting frogs? Darling, how many times must I tell you? That is not behavior appropriate for a royal princess.”

Lissa took a deep breath… and then another, just in case. “Actually, we were releasing frogs.”

It was imperative they kept the conversation on frogs. Frogs were very far removed from lewd thoughts; thus, thoughts of frogs would save her from any suspicion!

“What about you, Robin?” Maribelle diverted her attention. “Though it appears there was no reason to worry, I must remind you to be careful. Sneaking out of camp with a princess is a cause for concern, to say the absolute least.”

Robin swallowed. He was glad the troubadour seemed oblivious to what happened after the little critters were returned to their home. “...well, there were a lot of frogs.”

Maribelle didn’t have anything to say in response to that.

Although the two would have loved to stay in this scenic place, they knew there was no chance of continuing business whilst Maribelle was here. Because of that, they offered to escort her back to camp, stating that they had just about released all the frogs by this point.

The walk back to camp was… quiet.

Which was unusual-- one would think Maribelle would be more than happy to talk their ears off, and yet, she remained unusually quiet.

Neither of the dynamic duo could figure out why… and that was concerning.

Lissa was the one to find out the truth not long after they returned to camp. After purposefully waiting for Robin to leave, Maribelle brought her friend to one side, speaking in a hushed tone.

“...Lissa, darling…” Maribelle mumbled, sounding unusually… shy? Everything regarding the noble was unusual right now… and that wasn’t good. “May… I have a word?”

“...y-yes, of course!” Lissa tried her best to sound stable.

“I highly suggest… you try to cover up those… marks… on your neck, before the war meeting tomorrow.”

Maribelle, refusing to elaborate, turned and walked away at a breakneck pace.

Lissa was stunned.

If there was ever a time for her body to randomly give way, she hoped it would be now.

The sweet release of death sounded far preferable compared to the extraordinary embarrassment she was experiencing right now.

___

The war against Plegia was over. Gangrel was defeated. Emmeryn had been avenged.

Lissa had plenty of reason to join in the celebrations, but she was currently a little distracted.

…by the beautiful ring on her index finger.

She knew she liked Robin, and she had plenty of reason to believe Robin liked her. They had done so much, and yet, there really hadn’t been a discussion regarding the state of their relationship. There was just never an opportunity, for any time spent together was either her initiating some beautifully diabolical prank, or led to lewd business before any serious chatter could take place.

Therefore, she could only really classify the relationship as unusual, but she admittedly quite liked that. It was fun to get a little frisky with her favorite man-- much more fun than actually having a proper conversation! That was probably why they avoided it for so long.

But it couldn’t be evaded forever.

Robin had ambushed her, promising that he’d let her prank her as much as she wanted if she simply opened a box. She suspected she was going to be pranked back, as a way to equalize things.

What she was not expecting was a ring.

He had decided to skip the whole “Will you be my girlfriend?” part and skipped to the “Will you marry me?” part!

…but in a way, with all the tomfoolery they got up to, they were essentially already at that former stage.

Lissa couldn’t imagine being with anybody else, either, so she did not hesitate to say yes.

She had Maribelle to thank too. Robin was quite bothered when she told him that somebody knew about the nonsense they were getting up to behind the scenes. He had voiced concern that their relationship might be considered forbidden by others, even if he himself believed those odds were low. Nonetheless, it had motivated him to pop the question, for nobody could deny the love they had if she had agreed to that.

“How are you feeling, my love?”

The voice of her beloved startled her a little, but she calmed down quickly once feeling the warmth of his arms around her. It seemed she was a little too lost in her thoughts, but how could she not when she had such a beautiful view before her? They were presently standing on a balcony overlooking the town and the tranquil night sky. It was the perfect place for her to reflect on their journey so far.

Robin brought her closer, enveloping his lover with even more bubbly feelings, prompting quite the fluster on her end too. She had learned to embrace the blush by this point though; there was no use getting bothered by it when he was always so touchy-feely! He had been ever since the proposal, and while she wasn’t fully used to it yet, she would be lying if she said she didn’t love it! It made her feel so loved.

“Darling, if something is on your mind, your crazy rubbery of a face future husband is here for you.”

Ah, right.

It was probably a good idea to respond! She had left the party rather suddenly too, so he had every right to be concerned. The reason for her departure was a tad embarrassing though… but if they were to be husband and wife, she knew it would be wrong to hide even the little things from him.

“I… wanted to stare at this ring for a bit,” she answered, giggling a little after.

Robin scoffed in amusement. “You’ve had it for almost a month now, but it makes me happy knowing it still mesmerizes you. Looks like asking Maribelle for suggestions was a good idea.”

Lissa turned to face him, her expression full of giddiness. “Mmm! I haven’t thanked her for that yet, but I don’t just stare at it because it’s pretty, y’know?”

“Oh?”

“It’s a reminder,” she said. “A reminder that I am going to marry the best man in the whole world-- and I like being reminded of that!”

“I don’t mind being reminded that I’m going to marry the best woman in the whole world either,” Robin’s response was very similar, but there was no need to invent the wheel when it made his beautiful wife-to-be squeal anyway.

The only unfortunate part about their marriage was that their wedding wasn’t going to happen anytime soon. Chrom had beaten them to the punch and was going to marry in a month, so his wedding naturally took priority. Even so, the extra preparation time was appreciated, for they were going to make their marriage one to remember!

Besides, there was a lot of joy to be found in being fiancé and fiancée too. If they were already husband and wife, it would be quite improper to sneak off to fool around. But a couple that had not yet married? It was fair game.

…well, in reality, it would be a scandal nonetheless, but a ridiculous justification was still a justification.

“Oh gods… that feels so good… Roooobiiinnn!!!”

They were lucky that the current celebrations had a lot of drinkers. Poor Frederick had his hands full taking care of Chrom and a handful of other troublemakers, meaning they weren’t going to be disturbed by a desperate knight trying to find two missing people-- at least for the time being.

A secluded location for just the two of them meant things naturally progressed into an intimate desire for the other. They soon realized that the taste of each other’s fluids was far more addicting than any alcoholic beverage, and eventually, Robin decided he wanted to taste her a different way.

It was fortunate she was wearing such a large poofy dress! It was amusing to have him hidden within it while he feasted upon her pussy-- as amusing as something could be while she was occupied with moaning. The logic behind this act was that if someone did show up, they’d just see a lonesome Lissa who maybe wanted some time away from all the noise. There was nothing wrong with a little caution!

…though they both knew they’d throw that to the wind soon enough.

It was shortly after the war’s conclusion that Lissa first experienced the joys of being eaten out. Robin had insisted he return the favor after she sucked him off a few times, and all she could say about her first experience was that she was glad she had been sat down. After such an incredible orgasm, she could not feel her legs for about an hour.

Maybe two hours.

Maybe three, actually.

But she was more or less used to it by this point now, though her legs still had a tendency to quiver in delight. He knew all her weak spots and was not afraid to abuse that knowledge, treating her to a phenomenal level of pleasure. She had been holding back a fair bit in regards to the volume of her voice, but she ultimately decided to set her cries of joy free. They were always great motivation for her beloved lover, after all.

On the other end, Robin was enjoying a meal more delicious than anything this celebration has to offer-- and there was good food at this party too!

But Lissa? She tasted heavenly! His taste buds were having quite the treat, and it wasn’t the only one of his senses being pleasured too; he could feel her unstable body quiver with each lick while her thighs suffocated her face, and he could naturally hear her euphoric moans echo throughout this little room they had hidden themselves away in. Since he was underneath her dress, he couldn’t really see a whole lot, but there was appeal in that too!

“Roooobiiiin… I’m cumming…!”

Those were the words he’d never grow tired of her saying. Lissa came hard, relying on Robin for support as her climax shook her very being. Despite her shivering state, he continued to vigorously eat her out, thrilled as ever to taste her while she experienced pleasure so grand that even Naga herself would be jealous.

In the end, it was time for him to back off, giving his favorite princess the opportunity to fall into his arms once he stood up.

“Gods… that was amazing, Robin,” she spoke quickly, breathing heavily as he fully embraced her. “You keep getting better and better at that!”

“Anything for my love~” Robin’s response was characteristic by this point.

“You’ve become really cheesy since our engagement, y’know,” she giggled. “Not a criticism, by the way. Just an observation.”

“Well, I think it’s fun to juxtapose that with dirty talk.”

She knew that already, but she still wanted him to clarify regardless. “Oh yeah? Care for an example?”

Robin grinned, taking a step closer to her and leaning closer so he could speak into her ear. At first, he said nothing, letting his hot breath distort her thoughts, and then… “I want to fuck you so badly, Lissa. I want to make you mine.”

“A-Ah…” she shivered. That was a lot more direct and specific than what she was expecting, but she was not opposed to it. She was certainly up for it… but… “R-Right here…?”

Robin paused. He had said that just to mess with her breathing more than anything, but did she actually want to…?

Robin and Lissa had not gone all the way yet. There just never was a right moment for it. Just because the war was over didn’t mean they didn’t have their hands full! Moments like these were too fleeting for true intimacy either; they wanted to dedicate an entire day to their first time!

“...if you want to,” he adopted a gentle tone, not wanting her to feel pressured by this question. He’d be fine with either answer, and he wanted to make sure she knew that.

“I do… though I… well… uhm…” she tapped her fingers together, trying to articulate her thoughts. “...I’m still a little nervous about it… and honestly, as naughty as it would be to do it here… I… well… gosh, I don’t know…”

Frankly, she wasn’t sure why she was so hesitant. They had done all sorts of foreplay without any concern for the act or the location,, but the thought of… doing the do… it was just so mind-boggling. Was it how big of a step it was? Was it a little fear for the consequences (she was not ready to be a mother just yet!)? Was it maybe that she was a little scared it would hurt? She really wasn’t sure…

Lissa was snapped out of her thoughts upon feeling a gentle kiss against her forehead.

“It’s okay, honey,” he told her.

“...sorry about this,” she mumbled. “I don’t like being so… bleh… about it.”

“No need to apologize, darling” he was sincere, smothering her in a few more kisses to the forehead. “When the moment is right, it’ll happen.”

“...mmm… yeah…”

Robin was happy to wait as long as needed. Everything would align someday and she would be ready, and on that day, he would accept her without hesitation.

___

“Rooooooobbbiiiiiiiiiinnn… I wannnaaaa fuuuuuuuucckkk youuuuuuuuuuu…”

“No.”

“Whyyy noottttt?!”

“You are drunk. Very, very drunk.”

Chrom’s wedding had been wonderful, elegant, and professional.

The evening reception, however? It had been a bit of a trainwreck, albeit in an amusing way. The dignified ceremony had quickly transitioned into a very messy party once the evening reception came along. He had lost track of the number of people who were completely shitfaced.

Lissa had expressed interest in drinking for the first time. Robin had offered to take care of her and manage the amount she was drinking so she could get a feel for it and not get absolutely smashed. Maribelle had shared some good recommendations for a beginner too. It all looked like it was going to be good fun.

Unfortunately, the Princess of Ylisse was a lightweight drinker.

“Keep your voice down, please,” he scolded her. He didn’t mind the clinginess-- that part was a form of drunkenness he could get behind, but the sudden arousal and no shame in displaying it in a public location?! Robin liked risks, but this was like painting a massive target on your back and standing in front of the royal gates. “Let’s get you some water.”

Thank goodness he had insisted she drank a lot of fluids beforehand. His objective now was simple: stop her from drinking any more alcohol, and keep water flowing down her throat. That way, she wouldn’t wake up in the morning feeling like death. It was going to be a troublesome task, especially because Maribelle had gotten herself completely smashed as well. He had opted not to drink in case something like this happened, and he couldn’t thank his past self enough for that decision.

The reception for Chrom’s wedding had taken place in the castle, meaning it wasn’t hard to escort his princess back to her room. She was a little shaky along the way, but was thankfully cooperative.

…there was a reason for that, of course.

“Ehehe… we’re going back to my room so you can fuck me so hard, ain’tchaaaa?”

“Sure, sure” he decided to appease her. His hope was that once she was all tucked up in bed, she’d fall asleep quickly.

…and thank gods, that was indeed what happened. Lissa had drunkenly taken off some clothes and laid down on the bed, expecting lewd business to begin. She was all giggly… until she decided to properly relax and let the comfort of the pillow and mattress course throughout her body.

Goodness, what a wild night this had been! He hoped she wouldn’t get this smashed on their wedding night.

Robin breathed a sigh of relief, smiling at the sight of her snoring away. Though he knew she would be safe in her room, he decided to remain in her room. He didn’t want her waking up randomly in the night in a disoriented state without anyone to inform her how she managed to get back to her room. Sure, the odds were low on paper, but drunken people were unpredictable.

Thank goodness he had accidentally left a spellbook in her room the other day. Some quick reading on some magic would be a good way to pass the time.

Sleep could come later, once he was satisfied she had slept well first.

___

“...Heeeellllllloooooooooooo? Rooooobbiiiinnnn? Wakey-wakey!!”

Robin sat up almost instantly, startled by the sudden voice. Had he fallen asleep?

…that was a silly thought-- of course he had! Curses! And he had even drooled in the spellbook!

Robin groaned in frustration; he did not feel great, though he suspected the drowsiness of the sudden awakening was to blame. He rubbed his eyes several times in an effort to further his awakening, gazing around the barely-lit room once he did so. It wasn’t long before his eyes landed on a familiar bubbly face.

“...Lissa…?”

“Hey there, honey~”

He stared at his future wife, confused at why she was suddenly looking so smug.

“You look so cute when you’re sleeping,” she started getting a little touchy-feely, wrapping her arms around him and purring into his ear.

His surroundings were still dark aside from the small candle on the desk, which meant that it was still late at night, probably right before dawn…? That meant it had only been about four or five hours since he took her up here.

“Rooooobiiiiinnnnn…” she continued to purr and purr, desperate for his attention. “I… I think I’m ready… I wanna do it~”

“...do what?” he mumbled, still a little dizzy.

“Sex,” she clarified. “Your big cock… in my tight pussy~”

Ah.

She was still horny.

…and frankly, so was he after that comment.

But he ignored his growing erection. Arousal could never overwhelm him!

“No,” he refused. “You’re still drunk.”

Lissa pouted and grumbled in frustration. “I’m not!”

“Yes, you are,” he wasn’t buying it.

“I’m so not!!” she was insistent, though she was quick to figure out it wasn’t working. “Okay, maybe a little, but I promise you I’m feeling alright.”

Frankly, he wasn’t convinced, but he decided to play along; he didn’t want her to get upset.

“...even so, I can’t-”

“Look,” she interrupted him. “Sure, I’m still feeling a tad giddy and giggly, but I think that’s what is making me feel so courageous right now. I’m also nowhere near drunk enough that you should feel like you’re taking advantage. How does that sound?”

Robin paused and started to ponder.

…was she actually telling the truth? The well-articulated sentences without any mispronounced words or hiccuping more or less were highly convincing.

There was no way someone who was drunk could make an argument so difficult to dispute, either. Was she simply tipsy? Drunk enough for the confidence boost, but not drunk enough that she wasn’t in control of her actions?

Robin wasn’t sure what to do…

“...s-sorry…” she suddenly apologized. “This isn’t fair of me, is it? I can’t just wake you up for sex, that’s ridi-”

The change of her timbre was not something he was a fan of, but he saw one quick way to restore the smile he knew was fading.

Robin stood up without warning. Taking advantage of her brief shock, he leaned down slightly, grabbing her by targeting underneath her knees with one arm, and her back with the other. He promptly lifted her up as she subconsciously clung to him, a beautiful blush forming on her face as she processed the swift motion.

What he was doing was incredibly spontaneous, but for two good reasons.

Firstly, he had been convinced she was telling the truth.

Secondly, he had it bad for his beautiful fiancée.

“W-W-W-What a-are you d-d-doing…?!” she was naturally surprised, though not against the prospect of being in his arms, of course.

Lissa received no response.

Instead, she was thrown on the bed.

Because of course she was.

Thankfully, it was a very gentle bed, meaning no damage was inflicted. After recovering from the shock of it all, she gazed up at the sight of her soon-to-be-husband staring down at her with a flustered face that matched hers.

“R-Robin…?”

“...Lissa… are you sure you want this?”

The subsequent look on her face was one of confusion.

“...gosh… a little too late to ask that, isn’t it?” she nervously giggled, though she was quick to swallow upon noticing the jittery inflection. “...but yes, of course I do! Robin… you’re my everything… so I do want this! Though… do warn me next time if you’re planning to pick me up and throw me onto my bed!”

Robin wasn’t feeling too apologetic about it; the reaction to it was utterly adorable! Sudden decisions like that weren’t typically his style, but when the results were as magnificent as that, maybe it wouldn’t hurt to try them some more.

Therefore, letting instinct guide him, he smashed his lips against her. The smooch was simple at first, but it wasn’t long before things transitioned into something more lewd. Lissa was the one to shift gears, placing her hands around the back of her neck and pulling him closer so she could kiss him easier. One kiss became two, then two became four, then four became eight, eight to sixteen, sixteen to thirty three… or wait, was it thirty two?

They had lost count, but they didn’t care anymore.

“R-Ro-”

Lissa tried to speak, but she was cut off by another kiss.

“Roobii-”

She tried again, only to fail.

Realizing he had lost himself a little, she gently stroked the back of his neck, causing him to shiver and stop. Thank the gods she had discovered she was ticklish there!

“Robiiinnn~” she purred. “Less kissing. More fucking.”

“You want to jump right into it?” he asked.

“I am very, very wet,” her answer was a simple but effective one. “So yes, I do want your cock inside my pussy… preferably right now.”

That was a suggestion he could get behind. Robin backed off momentarily, focusing on discarding his clothes. Lissa did the same, disregarding the remaining parts of her fanciful outfit she was still wearing.

Although they had seen each other in the nude plenty of times by this point, there was a shared nervousness between the two, all thanks to the knowledge that they were finally about to do it.

Since Lissa was already on her back, Robin positioned himself in front of her, aligning his cock against her pussy. He didn’t penetrate just yet, opting to stare at her a little. Sunrise was upon them, and though this did little to illuminate the room, it was just enough for him to see how red in the face she currently was.

“...h-hey…” she groaned, noticing where he was looking. “D-Don’t stare…”

“Am I not allowed to stare at my beautiful fiancée?” Robin teased her in return.

“Y-You are… but, y’know… it makes me feel a little…”

“Delicate?”

If this was anyone else, they would be yelled at with endless declarations that she absolutely was not delicate.

But because it was the love of her life saying it, she instead smiled a little.

“...y-yeah…”

“Lissa, I love you.”

“...I love you too, Robin,” she giggled-- she was actually starting to get used to those love declarations! They were always so harsh on her heart. “But… as much as I would love to tell that to you more… I really, really need you to fuck me. I’m ready, so just… do it, okay?”

Ah.

He had gotten a tad distracted over how gorgeous she was. It was a fair mistake.

Robin diverted his attention towards granting her wish. He gripped his dick with one hand, carefully pushing against her entrance. His eyes constantly flicked up towards her face, scanning it for any signs of discomfort. Deep down, he knew it wasn’t really necessary since she was so much stronger than she looked, but he couldn’t help but be cautious.

Lissa displayed some slight agitation once his head slipped inside, but he wasn’t too worried about that. That was how she reacted to her virginity being taken, and if something like that prompted such a minimal response, he knew there was no longer any need to worry so long as he didn’t get carried away.

Keeping a respectable pace, Robin began to slide more inches inside. He experienced a boiling heat unlike any other, slowing down his approach somewhat, but he adapted quickly to the warmth and firmness of it all. It felt amazing, but he wasn’t going to be satisfied until she was, and that meant he had to stimulate as many of her sensitive spots as possible.

Just as he was experiencing a phenomenal level of bliss, so too was his beloved lover. The feeling of being opened up was certainly overwhelming, but nothing she couldn’t handle. She was thankful the pain of her virginity being lost was neglectable; it meant she could focus on the fact this felt incredible! She knew it would since he was so good with his fingers, but to have the number of stimulable spots multiplied… gods… she knew she was going to be a moaning mess by the end of this.

“Roooobbiiiiin…” she half-purred, half-giggled. “More… I want more…”

Motivated by her delightful greed, Robin pushed in a little more, finally bottoming out inside her. He gazed down, awestruck that she accepted the entirety of his manhood.

Now that there was no more to push in, he decided to pull out, tickling all her walls once more and making her purr.

…and then, he slammed his hips forward, deciding to taste her reaction.

To his great delight, Lissa loved it. The two chuckled to each other, communicating a simultaneous joy for his little gambit, as well as a desire for even more.

In no time at all, Robin was fucking his beautiful lover at an almost reckless speed. He could feel his energy fading with each thrust, but when it resulted in so many delightful reactions from her, how could he stop? She wouldn’t stop tightening up either! The grip she had was unbearably strong, but he fought through her defenses nonetheless, escalating her pleasure to levels she had never experienced before.

He debated momentarily whether to be worried about the fact that she was essentially screaming at this point. That was basically asking for a Frederick intrusion.

But their relationship had been full of risks so far. What more was another?

“Roooobbiiiinnnn… hold meee… pleaseeee!!!”

Frankly, he was impressed she could even still speak!

Robin purposefully collapsed on top of her, maneuvering his body around so he could both fuck her and hold her. Lissa contributed as well, wrapping both her arms and legs around him, telling him in her own special way that he was not going to be let go until he came inside.

They both wanted their lovemaking to end that way. There were no questions about it. Consequences be damned-- this was their first time, and it was going to end messily!

“Rooobbiiiin… I’m… I’m…!”

She couldn’t take this any longer. The constant bashing against her cervix… the boiling sweaty warmth of their bodies intertwining… the… the just about everything, actually! Bliss was striking her from all angles, so it was no wonder her climax was coming fast.

…and he was going to cum inside too, so it was going to be even grander…

“Lissa… me too…” he mumbled, his breath just as distorted as hers.

“T-Together…!”

The orgasms were completely simultaneous and amplified by the other. Robin’s climax was heavenly when backed up by the extreme tightening of her walls. Lissa’s climax was heavenly when backed up by the hot liquid filling her up.

Everything after that single moment of unparalleled bliss was hazy. Their senses and thoughts were in complete disarray, but they knew one thing for certain-- they were happy. Very happy! Amazingly happy!

“...w-wow…” Lissa broke the silence after some time. Neither knew how long it had been, but there was a lot more light in the room now, so probably a fair amount. “That was… I don’t even know how to describe it.”

“I know what you mean,” Robin chuckled. “I think I might have dozed off slightly.”

“Maybe you did…?” she was unsure. “But maybe I did too?”

“Well, now that we’re both at least a little awake… what now?”

What now indeed.

There were many options. They could simply enjoy the comfort of the other while in this half-asleep state, or they could actually get up.

Or…

“...Robin, on your back.”

“Oh?”

“Trust me.”

It took a considerable level of effort to free himself from her divine clutches, but he just about managed to do so, allowing Lissa to observe just how much cum was now flowing out of her. She hadn’t realized he had come this much!

But that was good.

It was extra lubrication.

Though her body ached and desired more rest, she was fueled by a desire to fulfill a little fantasy of hers. Lissa got on her knees and shuffled closer to Robin’s cock, lifting herself up temporarily so she could sit on his lap-- and his cock.

The feeling of his member sliding inside her was one that called forth a significant amount of shakiness on her end, but it was something she was able to fight back against with ease thanks to her determination.

Lissa wanted to ride Robin-- she wasn’t going to let soreness stop her!

Robin watched as more and more of his dick slid inside her, mesmerized by how it looked. It wasn’t just that that caught his eye either; her body was glistening with sweat, all a wonderful byproduct of their lovemaking.

Although it took a lot of time and effort, Lissa managed to accomplish her objective. A well-earned smug smile promptly appeared on her face.

“...ehehe… do you like how it looks, Rooobiiiinnn?” she giggled endlessly. “I’ve fantasized so much about riding your big cock.”

“I love how it looks, but I must say… you haven’t fulfilled your fantasy yet,” he pointed out; riding required a bit more movement than this!

Lissa grinned mischievously at that comment. She leaned back just enough for her to rest her hands on his legs, granting her the support she needed to start moving her hips wildly. Her pace was slow at first while she experimented with her movement, but it wasn’t long before Robin’s cock was sliding in and out of her pussy at a fast but stable pace.

“Fuck… this feels so good…”

He loved it whenever she decided to use her foul mouth, and what a time to do it! Lissa looked absolutely dominated by bliss. The only thing that took his eyes away from her face was the sight of her jiggling breasts. How he wished he could suck on them right now!

But he had to be patient! Exhaustion wasn’t going to stop her when she was on the verge of a second orgasm, but it would claim her soon. Once she inevitably collapsed onto him, she would be his to embrace in all sorts of ways.

He had a feeling they were going to be making love all day.

Good.

“Ahhh… Roooobbiiin… I’m cumming again!!”

“Me too, Lissa…”

He was about to say the same, but she had beaten him to it!

It mattered little that their declarations weren’t simultaneous though; their orgasms were, and that was what mattered the most. Robin filled up Lissa for the second time, and she accepted his load without complaint, more than thrilled to have her womb filled up while breathtaking bliss echoed throughout her body.

Robin couldn’t believe he had came inside her twice! It was making him wonder if they’d end up marrying while she was pregnant. The odds were pretty high by this point.

With her energy completely gone, Lissa collapsed on top of her favorite man. The two once again found themselves embracing.

“...Rooobbiiinnn… I love you so much…”

“I love you too, Lissa.”

“I… I…”

“I…?”

“I… I want… moreeeeeeee…”

This really was going to be a day full of unending sex, wasn’t it?

So be it!

___

“That was… amazing.

“It was, it really, really was.”

Gods… he needed that.

He had been so tense all day. Preparation for the most important fight of their life couldn't be anything but stressful. The fate of the world, in some ways, was on his shoulders, but now, he truly believed it was a fate he could steer in the right direction.

They were going to defeat Grima. They were going to bring peace to their world.

Robin wanted to feel the warmth of his wife clinging to his arm after some mindblowing sex, and he wouldn’t be able to do that if he doomed them all, would he?

“I don’t know about you, but… I don’t feel scared anymore,” Lissa commented.

He smiled. “I feel the same way.”

“I think it’s because I feel like I can take on anyone with you by my side.”

Lissa knew she was being a little cheesy, but there was nothing wrong with that every once in a while.

“I’ve been thinking about how far we’ve come,” she continued. “All the things we’ve done… all the mischief we got up to! I want… I want to keep experiencing that, and so many other things.”

“You weren’t the only one reminiscing,” Robin brought an arm to the shoulder furthest away from him, bringing her closer into his arms. He adored her warmth, and wanted so much more of it. “I was thinking about all our first times-- romantic and sexual.”

“Oh? Even that time?”

“Especially that time.”

“What about the time we did it with-”

A familiar cry interrupted her question. It was the cry of an individual who mattered so much to them. They, alongside their big brother, were the motivation they needed to fight and survive even in their darkest hours.

Lissa leaped out of bed quickly, eager to soothe their tears.

“Awww… what’s wrong, Morgan? Are you scared of the big bad Gwima? Well, don’t worry! Mama and Papa are gonna beat them and the bad guys up! You and your big bro will be helping out too, ehehe~”

Robin chuckled in amusement, and his smile grew once he saw that little Morgan was actually being cheered up by the tone of voice.

He was going to win this.

For the sake of his beloved friends. For the sake of his children. For the sake of his wife.

Then, they would all live long, fulfilling lives.

…lives full of many, many pranks.

He couldn’t wait.