Islands, Pebbles, Flowers... (Citrinne/Alear from Fire Emblem Engage) (Patreon)

Alear had awakened early, something that he wasn’t used to at all.

He had yesterday’s battle to thank for that. Corrupted had swarmed southern Firene; Alfred had requested an incursion before their numbers grew too high.

It wasn’t the toughest of battles, but the sheer quantity of enemy forces made it physically exhausting. Upon returning to the Somniel, Alear retired to his quarters early, desiring some much-needed sleep to mend his exhaustion, and wow, had he slept.

Alas, he didn’t feel as rejuvenated as one would have hoped. A little extra sleep would probably resolve that, but hunger had forced him out of bed and down to the café to munch on some snacks. While it felt good to quench his hunger pains, it meant he was now completely awake. Though that sense of fatigue was still present, there was no way he could return to his slumber now; he’d be tossing and turning in bed for hours! What a frustrating situation to be in!

“Divine One, may I have a word?”

The sudden calling startled him slightly-- he was not expecting somebody to be up as early as him! The sun was only starting to rise!

“Good morning, Citrinne,” Alear was nevertheless happy to greet this individual… though he was concerned. She looked like she wasn’t all there; her eyes weren’t able to land on him, and she was fidgeting with her hands. Regardless, he wasn’t going to confront her about it until he knew he wouldn’t make her uncomfortable, so small talk it was! “You’re up early. How come?”

“The same reason as you, I suspect,” she took a moment to respond, adding to his worries, though she thankfully elaborated not long after. “Physically-- and mentally-- exhausted, all thanks to that last battle. I’m not going to attempt getting back to sleep.”

They found common ground there. He wasn’t as mentally wrecked, but his body was feeling awful. If he were not feeling  He was going to take it easy today.

“Though I am glad you are awake,” she continued, chuckling a little as she adjusted her hair. She wasn’t the only one who suffered from a bad case of bed hair, it seemed. “I am afraid I find myself in a familiar predicament thanks to you, Divine One, and it’s admittedly part of the reason I am so restless.”

He didn’t like the sound of that. No wonder she appeared so off… his very presence was causing her distress.

Truthfully, he had no idea what he had done.

“What did I do, Citrinne?” he asked, adopting a serious but soft tone. Had he made a mistake without knowing? He needed to know more than anything. “Please, tell me.”

Citrinne exhaled.

That was not a good response, and he hated how he hadn’t the faintest idea what he had done wrong. It must have been bad if she was struggling to talk to him, though considering she still had the confidence to approach him, maybe it wasn’t that bad…?

…now he was starting to feel restless too.

“It’s… to do with yesterday’s battle,” she finally began to explain, adding some clarity to the matter, though some confusion was mixed in there too. She had performed admirably in that fight, as had everybody else. Perhaps she was upset that the battle had occurred at all, and her distress was due to guilt for blaming him for approving the incursion in the first place. Or perhaps it was- “You saved me. Again.”

Huh?!

That was the cause of her anguish?!

The battle had been too long. He honestly couldn’t remember saving her specifically, mainly because he had come to the aid of so many, and they too had come to the aid of him! Theirs was an army that always looked out for one another!

“...I’m sorry… do you… not… want to be saved…?”

This wasn’t the first time he had been approached after saving this particular individual during the heat of battle, but this was the first time she looked so agitated about it. Was there something specific he had done wrong? Had he scolded her without remembering? Implied she was weak?

“That is not the issue,” she put to rest his suggestion. “The problem is… I am in your debt once again, Divine One! I feel inclined to offer another gift as a form of my gratitude…”

Ah, Citrinne's gifts…

Alear never expected nor required anything in return for saving a friend in need, but this noble lady had insisted on offering her thanks through a present when this happened last.

This conversation had happened early on during their friendship, and the proposed gift had transitioned from a private island… to a pebble… to finally, a bouquet of flowers. He remembered telling her that she didn’t need to go this far for him, but after learning the reason why she was so persistent about it, he accepted the flowers.

“Citrinne, your safety is reward enough,” Alear, while warmed that she wanted to give him something again, wanted to put her stress to an end. However, he wasn’t a fool; such a suggestion was corny and prone to not always working, so he offered an alternative. “But if you want to get me something again, I would not be opposed to more flowers.”

It was simple, sweet, and not difficult to obtain. Plus, he had been using the flowers as decoration, so the more he had, the more he’d be able to decorate!

Citrinne did not look pleased by either suggestion. “Divine One… a repeated gift must come across as tacky, no? You do not need to humor me.”

“That’s not-”

“But I do have something to suggest, if you would hear me out.”

“Citrinne, I-”

Alear paused. Though he was ready to request the bouquet again, it wouldn’t hurt to hear her out.

“I struggle to think of adequate gifts to bestow upon you,” she confessed something he understood well. “Therefore, I would like to ask-- what do you want? Surely, there is something even somebody of your caliber desires to have? It can be anything. I will make it happen.”

“I-”

Alear quickly shut his mouth. If she truly was offering anything… then perhaps it wouldn’t be a bad call to take advantage of such a possibility… in a good and considerate way, of course! Thankfully, what he had in mind didn’t feel selfish, nor did it feel like an outrageous suggestion.

It was a simple request-- one that would be easy for her to fulfill, and one she could take much pleasure in as well!

Alear crossed his arms and smiled. “Citrinne, I think I’ve thought of something.”

Citrinne’s expression was one of wonder and ponder. She was eager to hear what he had to say, and that was expressed through her excited, albeit apprehensive tone. It was a marvelous improvement over her earlier state. “Do share.”

“I would like your company this morning.”

After all, nobody else had awakened yet. She could sit down and they could chat about… well, anything! They had talked plenty throughout the last several months, but there was still plenty he did not know about her. Likewise, there was plenty she did not know about him.

Alear felt confident that they would benefit greatly from… uh…

…why was she blushing?

“D-Divine One…” she murmured, sounding nervous yet a little giggly… which was obviously not how he expected her to sound in response to his idea. “I did not… expect you to be so… bold.”

“Bold…? But-”

A finger against his lips silenced any opportunity to put to rest this very obvious misunderstanding.

“I think this is a wonderful idea, Divine One…”

…what was?! They were clearly not on the same page here!

Citrinne was doing her best to maintain contact with her eyes, but they kept fluttering away while she awkwardly tried to hide her brightened face with her hands. The former body language wasn’t new, but the latter was! He did not understand!

“It would not cost a singular piece of gold, yet it is something so valuable that I can only give it away once…” Citrinne sounded like she was being consumed by all sorts of emotions-- happiness above all else. “Ah, it’s the perfect gift! Or perhaps you can consider it thievery on your part! Rest assured, I would not mind you taking it~”

He had no idea what she was talking about.

“Citrinne, I-”

“Do not say a single word,” Citrinne hushed him again. “Let us retreat to your quarters immediately. We would not want anybody seeing us, would we?”

Wait a second…

Surely, Citrine wasn’t…

…oh.

She was. She totally was.

Alear cursed his obliviousness. Unfortunately, a life of war had not quite taught him much about relationships and how they often progressed. He wasn’t completely clueless, having picked up on some details here and there, and he was very thankful for that; it would be humiliating for them both if she started undressing him while he wore a face of complete and utter confusion!

…that did not mean he was ready for this, however!

Yet… at the same time, he did nothing as Citrinne gleefully dragged him up the stairs toward his bedroom. He wanted to say something, but when such a beautiful woman was offering something as valuable as that… well, it was difficult to say anything. Never had he experienced such difficulty with thinking rationally!

War was hard.

Maybe this would do him some good. Maybe he didn’t feel ready due to the suddenness of it all.

Citrinne seemed so excited about it too! It made him wonder if she had contemplated such a thing and purposefully misinterpreted his request.

Or perhaps she genuinely believed he wanted this.

…she wouldn’t be wrong.

Alear had never experienced such a rush of emotions and thoughts while walking up the stairs before, but thanks to them, he saw clarity.

His only concern was that he’d feel like he had taken advantage of her generosity by the end, but considering she was essentially dragging him to his room, there wasn’t any need to worry.

There was one confession he had to make to her first, though he waited until they were in private first. It was a secret-- one he was currently only content with sharing with her.

“Citrinne… before we continue…” he mumbled, drawing her attention. Her smile was gleaming, and the way her eyes were slightly squinting was making his heart pound. He always saw her as beautiful, but now that he knew what they were about to do together, his attraction had skyrocketed. “...I must tell you… I haven’t done this kind of thing before.”

“Oh! Is that so…?” Citrinne sounded genuinely surprised by his claim. Thankfully, he didn’t detect any disappointment in her voice. “I must confess-- that is a little shocking to hear. You are the Divine One, you know! You could have any woman you desire… yet, I admire your restraint… though I am probably saying that because I am the lucky lady you have chosen…”

Accidentally chosen. He did not have the heart to correct her.

…though… did he need to?

If it was another woman in her place who had misunderstood his request, he would have acted and said something long before they found their way here.

But he hadn’t done that with Citrinne.

“Do not fret,” she took his hand, her smile never fading. “This will be new for me too.”

It wasn’t shocking to hear that revelation… yet it did wonders to the thumping of his heart. It made him feel nervous beyond belief, yet at the same time, he was so eager to see how this would go!

But unless he expressed some degree of confidence and curiosity, it wouldn’t go anywhere. Therefore, he took a deep breath, and decided to speak what was on his mind.

“Citrinne,” Alear spoke softly to her, making her bite her lip in anticipation. “I… have never seen a woman in the nude before. Would you be happy to change that?”

…no, no no no no no!!!

That was WAY too formal! Way too cheesy! Way too desperate-sounding! He was no expert at talking to women, but that was definitely not the approach he should have-

“Of course, Divine One.”

Ah, right.

Citrinne wasn’t wrong with what she had said earlier, was she? He could have any woman he desired. He had quite the power at the tip of his fingers… but he was never going to abuse such a privilege! He wanted to be with someone who he genuinely liked, and somebody who genuinely liked him for who he was too.

…Citrinne really fit that criteria, didn’t she? The circumstances behind this encounter had certainly been bizarre, but they had forged a close bond over the last few months, and now, here they were….

“If I may be so bold, would you be willing to do the same, Divine One?” Citrinne requested. “It just so happens that I have never seen a man in the nude either, and that too is something I would like to change.”

Hearing his earlier request thrown back at him was unusual to hear, but it was reassuring. Knowing she wanted to see him like that… it was a massive boost to his confidence and a detriment to his nerves! He was optimistic she had thought the same when he asked her to strip too.

Rather than take turns, they stripped together, albeit facing away from one another. This way, they did not have to worry about being glanced at, and thanks to that, they were able to discard their garments rather effortlessly. A good first step.

The second step-- turning around-- wasn’t going to be so easy.

“Divine One… are you ready…?”

Citrinne was understandably nervous. Would he like what she had to offer? Would her breasts be the right size for him? Would she look fit enough for his liking? Would he find the scar she had on her leg that dampened her natural beauty too distracting?

She hoped she could evade the questions popping into her head during the heat of the moment, but alas, it was not to be.

“Whenever you are.”

Alear had never thought much about how his body looked to another, but now those questions were in abundance. Ladies cared about a man’s size, right? Would it be adequate enough for her? Did he look muscular enough as well? He had a lot of scars too-- would they be off-putting?

“...alright.”

The duo conquered their thoughts and turned.

Both said nothing for a moment, simply because they could not articulate the new thoughts within their mind.

But it wasn’t bad, for they were good thoughts.

Therefore, they simply observed each other for some time.

Citrinne was the one to break the silence. She was the one who had promised to give him something special, and she could not fulfill that vow if they were to say and do nothing.

“...Divine One… would you like to touch?”

“I… well, of course,” he was naturally all for it, but… “If that is okay with you…”

He was enchanted by what he was seeing, so much so that he was now contemplating whether he deserved to even take in such a sight.

“I insist,” she spoke in a demanding tone that he could not ignore. “We are both feeling apprehensive and uncertain… but if we were to appease our instinct and lose ourselves to the moment… well, we would not have to worry about that, would we?”

…that was not a bad call.

They both needed to think less. They simply needed to let nature take its course.

So that was what Alear did. He took several steps forward, placed his hand carefully on her cheek, and achieved the first of his desires. If she was going to be his first, then she obviously deserved his first kiss too.

Citrinne was stunned by the sudden assertiveness, but she accepted his embrace quickly, reciprocating his passion by pushing her lips just as firmly against his. It wasn’t a perfect kiss, partly due to the inexperience they both had, but it was special.

But a singular smooch, while satisfying, was not enough to quench their newfound hunger. As they begrudgingly backed away, their gaze was glued to the desire they saw in their partner’s eyes.

“Divine One, I-”

“Alear,” he was the one to interrupt her this time. “Call me by my name when we are alone like this.”

Citrinne shivered, not responding for a few seconds simply due to a need to regather her composure. “O-Of course… Alear… I…”

She paused and exhaled, regretting speaking so soon when her breath was still so startled. Any kind of sexual demand would have caused less damage to her mental state! She was prepared for those-- not this!

There was no opportunity to ponder further as Alear embraced her with his lips once more, but this time, he opted to be adventurous with his hands. They landed on her hips first, making her shiver, but after giving her a moment to recover from the touch, they moved. One traveled upwards, spreading out across her breasts, while the other slithered around her waist until it was firmly grabbing her butt.

He had listened to her advice; she had told him to listen to instinct, and so he had. It was about time she listened to her own suggestion too.

Their second kiss transitioned into a third, a fourth, and a fifth; Citrinne put her hands to good use while this happened, curling them around that naughty cock of his that had been poking her stomach for a while now. It had taken quite some restraint to not smother it sooner, but now there was no need for that, she was making up for lost time. He was hard-- unbelievably so-- and she was the cause for it. The thought of it eventually being inside was unnerving, yet she still could not wait.

Alear couldn’t decide what he was most addicted to-- was it the taste of her lips or the softness enveloping his hands? He could kiss her for hours, but so too could he squeeze her breasts and butt. The former felt divine to play with, especially as there was just enough to surround his hand. The latter was surprisingly big, and while it wasn’t as squishy, it was immensely joyful to push his hand hard against it. At some point, he would get her to turn around, and he would burn that view into his memory.

At some point, Citrinne stopped keeping count of the kisses. There were far too many, and her boggled mind lost the ability to process anything but her lust when the tongues came into play. Alear was the one to initiate an escalation to their kiss; naturally, she accepted the invitation without hesitation, letting him have his way with her mouth. She fought back, of course, but he was the physical fighter-- not her.

They focused on nothing but each other, not even noticing the room being illuminated by the completed sunrise. The kisses continued without end. They continued to touch everything the other had to offer. They continued to moan without a care for their volume. It was all a means to satisfy their senses-- and each other.

But every individual had a limit, and it was Alear who found his first.

It wasn’t due to a need to breathe, however. Her hands had been teasing his manhood for far too long now! He wanted-- needed-- to be inside her.

“Citrinne,” he spoke softly to her, and she hummed. “Lay down on my bed. I can’t take it anymore. I need you.”

“I need you too, Alear…”

Both were jumping to the main course while there were plenty of appetizers to still enjoy, but those could wait. He’d bury his head between her legs and eat her out later; she’d get on her knees and worship his cock in due time.

Citrinne, desiring what he wanted just as much too, did as she was asked without question. Alear was right behind her, crawling onto the bed so he could position himself in front of her.

The reality of the situation momentarily freed her from her lustful haze, feeling her to the brim with nerves, but she fought back against them valiantly.

“You’re beautiful, Citrinne.”

His words made her exhale and her heart thump with joy. He was looking down at her, observing her with a closer eye before they took things to the next level.

But she did not feel embarrassed about it. There were insecurities she had about her body, certainly, but they mattered not at this moment. He adored her body because it was hers, and she adored his body because it was his too! She adored everything about him. Everything.

Everything…

Citrinne gasped. “...ohhh… I…”

“...is everything okay?” Alear asked, not wanting to do anything in case she was having second thoughts.

Once more, Citrinne was feeling a sense of restlessness, and once more was a certain somebody to blame!

“...I think I just realized something.”

“What did you realize?”

This was quite the scenario to be in to realize such a thing!

All this time, she thought she was being fussy about giving him things because he was the Divine Dragon! Some standards had to be met there!

But that didn’t explain why she was so flustered at him saving her from a tragic fate, and why she could not stop thinking about him as she barely slept a wink! It also didn’t explain why she jumped at the chance to do something like this even though she wouldn’t dare consider such a thing with anybody else.

“I’ve fallen in love with you.”

It was a miracle she did not stutter, but after seeing his eyes widen, she had no doubt she’d be full of them from now on.

He was shocked. Appalled, perha-

“It’s only fair I confess that I’ve fallen in love with you too then, isn’t it?” Alear chuckled, scratching the back of his head. “I was going to wait until after we had finished though.”

“R-Really…?”

She was baffled and she wasn’t sure why! Here they were, about to have sex, and she was doubting a declaration of love!

They wouldn’t have been kissing so crazily if it weren’t true.

“Let me prove it,” Alear said with a smile, oddly backing away, something that confused her. She watched as he reached into a nearby drawer, pulling out something that her blurry eyes struggled to see. He then climbed back onto the bed, passing something to her. “Here-- this is for you.”

“O-Oh my… this is…” Citrinne knew what this was, and still, she could not believe what her eyes were showing her. “...this is quite valuable, isn’t it?”

“It’s yours, if you want it.”

“I do! I absolutely do!”

The adrenaline rush she was experiencing was unlike anything she had ever experienced before, but it was a high she could get used to!

“I’m glad,” Alear sounded genuinely relieved, as if he wasn’t one-hundred percent certain she’d accept! What woman about to make love to a man they cherished above any other wouldn’t say yes?! She adored him so! “Think of it this way as well. You’re about to give me something valuable too, aren’t you?”

Citrinne couldn’t help but chuckle. “...that I am.”

But before that… she had a new piece of jewelry to admire, and this one wasn’t going into her collection. This ring had only one home, and that was on her finger. After observing its beauty, she returned it to its owner and stuck out her hand, and he understood what had to be done.

Although her hand was shivering, her future husband was able to welcome it to its new home successfully. Though this was quite the leap they were making in their relationship, at the same time, it felt so overdue!

Now, there was only one thing left-- another big leap, but one that felt right.

“Alear.”

“Hmm?”

“You’ve put a ring on me,” she giggled. “Now put your cock in me.”

The realization that she was in love and all the marvelous things that subsequently happened had not erased the fact that she was immensely horny.

“Alright,” Alear prepared himself, gripping his cock and getting into an adequate position. “Just tell me if it’s too much, okay?”

“I will.”

Citrinne quivered upon feeling his manhood press against her entrance, but she refused to allow it to overpower her. Gripping the bed sheets for support, she braced herself for the worst, but it never came. She watched as Alear’s member slid inside her, and while she felt a natural discomfort from it, she was surprised at how little pain she was feeling! It was a slight irritation at best and-

Ah, there it was.

Breaking through her hymen sent agony radiating throughout her body, and though it really did hurt, at the same time…

Alear halted his movements as soon as he realized what was happening.

“S-Sorry, you didn’t say, and-”

“I-It’s okay!”

A tear broke free from her eye, and that would have signified the worst… if she was not smiling with glee.

“Are you sure? You’re-”

Bringing a finger to his lips silenced his concern.

“I’m happy, Alear,” she said. “Because although this hurts… it also means I’m not dreaming.”

She had been trying to sleep before all this, ultimately giving up and deciding to take a walk. That was when she found him all on his lonesome, and considering she had been thinking about what to give him, she figured it was best to just talk to him about it there and then.

But then one thing had led to another, and here she was, effectively proposed to right before losing her virginity.

It was too good to be true… so she wondered if she was dreaming. What if she had drifted to sleep and not realized? It wasn’t impossible.

But this pain signified it wasn’t, and though it was weird to be happy about it, she was!

“I see…” Alear was relieved everything wasn’t as bad as he feared. He didn’t like being the reason she was in pain, but he was glad it had brought her happiness too. “I’m glad this isn’t a dream either.”

“Let’s not pause for too long, my dear,” Citrinne introduced her new nickname for him, and though he adored it, it was her expression that enchanted him the most. The barely-open eyes, the slightly open mouth, and the warm blush shrouding her face… he was a fan. “The others will be waking up soon. I’d rather they not hear my moans while you fuck me.”

Alear wouldn’t ever decline such a request.

…though he figured it was probably best she wasn’t told about how loud she was earlier.

Focusing on the matter at hand, he resumed pushing deeper inside her. There was still a lot for her to take, and although he was concerned it could be too much for her, she trusted she’d inform him somehow if it was ever suddenly too much.

But Citrinne had no complaints. She continued to smile, embracing how it felt to be gradually filled up and have her most sensitive area caressed by his most sensitive part. It was an unusual feeling, and while some discomfort remained, it was overshadowed by how tingly and wondrous she was feeling.

Alear couldn’t believe how compact her insides felt around his member, nor could he comprehend how deep she was able to take it! Her pussy was accepting everything he had to offer, and it was escalating his pleasure to a level that made him feel light-headed and not quite there… and he hadn’t even started to thrust yet! It was overwhelming in a strangely appealing way.

Noticing his dilemma, Citrinne offered her support, raising her hands so they could be intertwined. They were warm to the touch, and feeling the ring she was wearing rubbing against his finger felt just as satisfying as what was happening further down. She was now his beloved; therefore, it was important he made her feel incredible.

Clutching her hands firmly to aid his efforts, he started to thrust. The firm grasp her pussy had around his cock made it difficult-- mainly due to how sensational the bliss was-- but he was gradually getting used to it. Citrinne’s shaky breath and the emergence of squeaky moans she’d never let anyone else but her lover hear proved to be sufficient fuel, helping him accelerate.

“Ahhhh… that’s it…” Citrinne voiced her approval, not caring for the depravity of her voice; if it helped him fuck her faster, then it was worth it. “F-Faster… please, f-faaastteerr…!!”

She wasn’t making such demands just for his benefit; the feeling of his cock filling her to the brim and poking against the entrance of her womb was ethereal. The more she got to experience that sensation, the better!

Alear did everything he could to make her wish come true, ramping up his pace dramatically even though it was beginning to exhaust him. It was an ignorable feeling, especially when he was able to be distracted by so many wonderful things: the tainted expression she wore, the jiggling of her breasts, the humidity of her insides…

Of course, above all else, it was the knowledge that it was her he was making love to.

Citrinne, the woman who had captured his heart without him realizing it until they were pretty much naked together and ready to start having sex. Better late than never, he supposed.

“Alear…”

His newly found beloved calling out to him so suddenly was borderline startling. The way she said his name… it was with so much love. He adored it, though he wasn’t used to it! Not yet, at least.

He paused his motions. He wasn’t sure they’d be able to speak coherently otherwise.

“Y-Yes…?”

“Will you…” Citrinne spoke, exhaling to catch her breath. “...cum inside me?”

“I… is that okay?”

Such a thing had consequences, yet such a thing tickled his instincts in just the right way…

“I wouldn’t ask for it… if it wasn’t…”

That was true…

Alear wasn’t sure if he could answer without it coming out in stutters. Thus, he offered his response by resuming his thrusts with all the might and agility he could muster. His body cried out for rest, but he resisted the temptation. He’d relish it in after filling up her womb.

The moment they both desired came sooner than expected, doubtlessly due to the rush that came from them understanding they both wanted this more than anything.

Citrinne was the first to start acting up, her shakiness reaching new heights alongside her moans. There was only so much pounding she could take before all that build-up finally reached its limit, her pleasure skyrocketing as her body spasms and her moans intensified.

But most importantly, her insides began contracting heavily, effectively sealing Alear’s cock deep inside her while it squeezed him relentlessly. The disruption to his thrusts was a surprise, but not an unwelcome one! As she experienced tranquility, so did he, finally reaching his own climax and filling her with his seed. It was a momentous moment for them both, and although the pleasure radiating throughout their beings was so extraordinary that they weren’t quite able to keep their senses intact, they were more than happy to experience these dual sensations together.

After an unprecedented amount of time, Alear finally collapsed onto Citrinne, and she was more than happy to embrace him despite her fatigue.

They both remained like this for some time, not saying a word. They didn’t need to. They didn’t want to. They simply wanted to enjoy this moment together while it lasted.

All things had to come to an end eventually, and it was for a good albeit amusing reason.

Citrinne’s light snoring.

Alear recalled she hadn’t caught much sleep, so to see her slumber within his presence, feeling safe enough to drift into a dream… he couldn’t be happier.

…perhaps a nap wouldn’t hurt either. Though he had somewhat recovered from yesterday’s battle, the unexpected one he had fought this morning had drained him-- in more ways than one!

He wanted to wake up in her embrace too, and he had no doubt she desired the same.

That moment where they’d awaken, recall all they had done, and laugh with joy about it… it would be a valuable moment they’d cherish for the rest of their days.