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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Fire_Emblem:_Kakusei_|_Fire_Emblem:_Awakening, Fire_Emblem_Series
  Relationship:
      Anna/Ricken, Anna/Licht
  Character:
      Anna_(Fire_Emblem), Licht_|_Ricken
  Additional Tags:
      Hand_Jobs, Plot_What_Plot/Porn_Without_Plot, First_Time, Mildly_Dubious
      Consent, Dirty_Talk, Submission
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-10-13 Updated: 2017-04-12 Chapters: 3/? Words: 14541
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by MintyTactics
Summary
     When they first meet, Anna is immediately taken with Ricken. Little
     by little, she tries to draw him in. Soon enough the young sorcerer
     finds himself a regular customer at her shop without quite knowing
     why...
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
***** Finding the Secret Shop *****
Ricken furrowed his brows and chewed on his bottom lip. All his research
couldn’t possibly end here. He shook his head in frustration. Archmage Anto’s
notes called for bloodleaf as a critical component in finishing the titration.
Unfortunately for Ricken, Archmage Anto was a Plegian sage that had conducted
his experiments generations ago, back when bloodleaf was far more readily
available.
“Aaaagh, dammit!” He slammed his tome shut forcefully and ran an agitated hand
through his auburn hair. How on earth could he get his hands on the herb? By
all accounts they hadn’t been publicly sold for decades. Ricken had discovered
that years ago, bloodleaf was notoriously used in a recipe for a chemical
weapon created by an insane Plegian serial killer. This lead to the herb being
outlawed and systematically destroyed throughout the countryside. He grimaced.
That meant he’d have to go through underground connections.
Ricken would never describe himself as a paragon of virtue, but he felt
uncomfortable at the prospect of dealing in the black market. The most shameful
thing he’d ever done was stealing a sweet-roll off of Nowi’s plate when she
wasn’t looking (which quickly resulted in his best friend transforming into a
dragon and chasing him around camp with fire). Still, he couldn’t let all of
his hard work go to waste now. There was one person who could probably help
him. He just prayed Naga would give him the resolve to not run away in a cold
sweat.
---
“Hiya, handsome.”
Anna winked back at Ricken over her shoulder. She stood high above him on a
heavy oak ladder, checking items off of a seemingly endless list that stretched
down to the ground. Her tent was massive so as to accommodate all of her wares;
aisles upon aisles of shelves and boxes lined the packed dirt floor. Swords and
staves peeked out of barrels, cloves of garlic and cured meats hung from the
rafters, and hundreds, if not thousands, of books were scattered about. The
shelves held bolts of fabric, precious gemstones, strange metal devices, and
countless other sundries. Ricken wondered how one woman managed to keep a track
of so much.
He gulped. She had been traveling with the Shepherds for quite some time now,
and although Ricken was unsure of her intentions towards the army’s cause there
was no denying she was an incredibly useful asset. And yet, being around Anna
tended to set him on edge. It had been like this since the day she had arrived
at camp.
---
After settling her things and taking an introductory tour with Robin and Chrom,
Anna set out on her own to explore the grounds and meet everyone personally.
She spent much of the day getting to know each and every Shepherd. She helped
Lon’qu bake rations for the upcoming march (and showed him which spices to add
so the tan bricks were at least more than palatable), danced with Olivia, took
tea with Lissa and Maribelle, and nearly managed to best Virion at a series of
wargames. It was late at night when she stumbled upon Ricken seated at the
outer edge of camp. He was engrossed in a large leather tome, squinting and
scribbling by the flickering light of a campfire. Moving in completely
unnoticed, Anna walked up behind the sorcerer and tapped his shoulder.
“Didn’t your mother ever tell you that reading in the dark would ruin your
eyes?”
“Oh, hello…” Ricken turned back to greet whoever had joined him. “Miss… ah… I’m
sorry, I don’t think we’ve met.” He grinned sheepishly and extended a friendly
hand in greeting. “I’m Ricken!”
Anna let out a tiny squeal and leaned forward, inches from his face. “You are
just the cutest!”
“Oh, I… uh… Thank you?”
Anna simply chuckled. “All alone on guard duty, huh?”
Ricken shook off the nervousness that had temporarily overtaken him. “Yup. It’s
not too bad though. It’s usually pretty quiet and gives me time to read.”
“A man after my own heart, “ she swooned dramatically. “If you’re ever in the
market for a good book I’m sure I could help you out.”
“Ah! You must be the merchant woman that the others ran into earlier today.”
“Sharp as a tack, you are.”
“You like to read as well?”
“‘A mind needs books as a sword needs a whetstone,’ as my grandmother used to
say.” Anna grinned wickedly. “Luckily I can swing a sword as well as I can read
a book.”
“That’s very impressive, Miss Anna.”
“Just Anna, please. Miss Anna was my mother. And grandmother. And aunt. And
other aunt. Hey, mind if I grab a seat?”
“Oh, uh…” Ricken hesitated for a moment. “Yes, of course. I mean, no, I don’t
mind. Of course you can sit. Down. On the ground. Against the log.”
“Thanks, sweetie. I think I can find my way around though,” she giggled. With a
few skips she settled herself next to Ricken, brushing her arm against his. She
craned her head over to catch a glimpse at the cover of his book. The young
sorcerer was acutely aware of the sensation of her breast against his arm. “So
whatcha got your nose buried in?”
Ricken shifted uncomfortably. “S-some personal notes. I’m, uh, researching more
effective ways to produce a stronger flame without necessitating large amounts
of fuel. I can generate it well enough but have trouble keeping a large blaze
for longer than a few seconds.”
“Ah, so the robes and dorky hat aren’t just for show then?”
He tugged down on the brim of his cap defensively. “It’s not dorky!”
“Whatever you say, hon. I think it’s pretty cool though. Your research, that
is” Anna stuck her tongue out impishly. “The hat is still dorky.” Her smile
turned into a small frown of distaste. She tugged at the top of her blouse,
revealing a slip of her modest cleavage. “Eugh, it’s so hot out tonight! Dunno
how you can stand being next to a fire, much less working with it. Especially
in that robe of yours. I should know; I went to the academy in Ylisstol for a
few years when I was younger. Hated the uniform. Too bulky. Bad in a fight.”
She continued to tug at her blouse in hopes of cooling off.
Ricken’s eyes were drawn down to Anna’s chest. An intense heat immediately
flared up across his cheeks when he noticed that she wasn’t wearing any
undergarments.
“Hmm? See something you like?” She looked at him knowingly.
“Oh, um, I, um, that is, I’m sorry Miss Anna, terribly sorry, I should be
getting back to my watch it was very nice to make your acquaintance,” he spat
out as he turned his back towards her, hands firmly gripping the edges of his
tome.
Anna leaned her face in toward Ricken’s and squeezed her breasts onto his
shoulder. “Oh? Something the matter, sweetie?” Her lips were dangerously close
to his ear as she lightly rubbed her breasts against him. Before the boy could
conjure some sort of response, Anna lifted herself onto her feet with a
flourish. “Well, it was very nice to make your acquaintance as well, little
wizard. I’m sure I’ll see you around camp. Don’t be a stranger, ‘kay?” She
winked and flashed him a toothy smile, then ambled off into the night.
Ricken merely sat there, staring into the fire. He thanked whatever gods were
watching that he had placed his book on his lap.
---
He had entered her tent in hopes that she possessed some bloodleaf or knew
where to obtain it. He just hoped he was prepared to deal with her. Most of
their interactions thus far had consisted of one-sided flirting from the
spritely redhead. This wasn’t unusual, as Anna acted that way with everyone,
even the women. However, Ricken couldn’t shake the feeling that there was a bit
of a predatory air about her whenever she spoke to him in particular. They had
run into each other many times after their initial campfire encounter. He did
his best to maintain as little contact with the woman as possible, but she
seemed to pop up at every turn. This would be the first time he had ever sought
her out. He steeled himself. Just get the bloodleaf and get out.
“So what can I do ya for?”
“Ah, good evening, Anna. I’m sorry to interrupt you so late in the day.”
“Nonsense, I can always make time for a guest.” She stepped off of the ladder
and rolled up her list to tuck under her arm. With light steps she skipped over
to Ricken and gave his nose a playful flick. “Especially one as cute as you.”
He absentmindedly fiddled with his robe. “Oh, um… Well, yes, I was wondering if
you might be able to assist me in finding a, an, uh, a specific herb that I’ve
been looking for.”
“Bloodleaf?” Anna replied, not missing a beat.
“Yes, bloodl- huh? Um.. yes, bloodleaf. How did you, uh…”
“Your little manakete friend likes to talk.”
“I swear, I-I have only the, the uh, the best of intentions with it! It’s- it’s
purely for research!”
Anna smirked and waved Ricken down. “You don’t have to worry, dear, I trust
you. Now, I’m still in the middle of taking inventory and haven’t run into any
bloodleaf yet, but I’m sure I’ve got something around here.” She turned and
began walking down one of the aisles. Before disappearing behind a shelf, she
looked back at Ricken and beckoned him with her finger. “Well come on then, you
don’t expect me to look on my own, do you?”
Ricken didn’t even realize he was just standing there watching Anna leave. He
tried to ignore the fluttering in his stomach. “Ah, no. I’m coming.”
She smiled. “Excellent!”
Just get the bloodleaf and get out. That was all he had to do.
---
They had searched through countless shelves, crates, sacks, and other
containers for a good while now, to no avail. Ricken had loosened up after
talking more with Anna, who quickly revealed herself be a fairly skilled and
knowledgeable sorcerer. He found he quite enjoyed discussing magic theory with
her, an added bonus being that if she was talking about magic then she wasn’t
flirting him into a nervous wreck.
“A binding agent?”
“Yes. My hope is to replicate Archmage Anto’s methods, which calls for the use
of bloodleaf as a binding agent to hold the reagents together. The end product
is a substance that should be able act as a catalyst in my spellcasting which,
if my research is correct, should in turn maintain the increased kinetic energy
of a larger flame.”
“Get a bigger and longer boom, huh?”
“That’s the plan.”
“Wow, never woulda thought of that. Makes sense though. Pretty clever to use
the oxygen concentrate like that. Not half bad, kiddo.” Anna tipped Ricken’s
hat forward playfully.
“Thanks,” he said with a small laugh, fixing his hat back in place. “I’m still
amazed you know about Archmage Anto. His work is rather esoteric.”
“Told you before, I have my ways.”
“Like what?”
“Ah ah ah! A gentleman never asks and a lady never tells.” She wagged a finger
at him and brought it up to her lips with a wink.
A slight heat crept onto Ricken’s cheeks. He tried to laugh nonchalantly and
turned back towards a shelf to continue looking. A few more minutes passed when
he heard Anna cheer behind him.
“Aha! Found it!” Anna held up a small velvet pouch triumphantly. “Hope this is
enough.” She gave it a few shakes, showing off her discovery to her accomplice.
Ricken clapped his hands together with a smile. “Great! That should be more
than enough. Thank you so much for you help, Anna.”
“Anything for a friend, yeah?”
The feeling of heat returned to his cheeks. “Friend. Right! Of course, thank
you. So, how much would you like for it?” He patted down his sides, looking for
his money pouch.
“A kiss.”
He froze. Surely he misheard her. “Uh… How… much gold?”
“No gold. Just a kiss.” The look she gave him was playful and mischievous, but
by no means one that implied she was joking.
Ricken unconsciously reached for his clothes and rubbed the fabric between his
fingers. There was no way he was prepared for this.
“Well, I’m not sure I would be able to, ah, provide that.”
“Or you could try and find bloodleaf somewhere else. I’m sure the next city we
come across will have some drunk in a dirty alley or seedy bar you can buy it
from.”
“That’s… That’s not fair!”
“I think this is quite a good deal you’re getting, sweetie.” A dainty pout
appeared on her face. “Or could it be that the thought of kissing me repulses
you?”
“No! Never! I mean, you’re a… you’re a very attractive woman, Miss Anna. Ah, I
mean, Anna.”
“Hmm?” She leaned forward, hands on her thighs. Her ponytail swung over her
shoulder just enough where Ricken caught a hint of lemon. She smiled innocently
at him. “So, what’s the problem then? Just a harmless kiss, and you won’t have
to spend a single copper.”
Ricken’s heart raced. Part of him wanted to forget about the whole thing and
get out of the tent as soon as possible. Another, much louder, part of him
wanted to see if her lips tasted of lemon.
“So?”
“...Oka-mmph!”
He was cut off by Anna’s mouth grabbing at his lower lip. With a slight hum of
approval, her hands reached for the sides of his face and pulled him deeper
into the kiss. For several panicked seconds Ricken just stood there with Anna
suckling on his lip. Then, eyes shut, his arms shot out from his sides and
wrapped tightly around her neck. He closed the kiss, attacking Anna’s lips in
return. The sudden movement nearly toppled her over, but Ricken managed to
steady them both. Even with her leaning down, wrapping his arms around her tall
frame had taken Ricken’s full height to accomplish. Her eyes opened wide in
surprise before she closed them once more and slid her tongue out from her
mouth, tracing the outline of the boy’s lips. As if on cue he responded with
his own tongue that came out to meet hers. The two wrestled in a wet cacophony
of smacking, slurping, and moaning. Ricken’s breath came hot and heavy through
his nostrils as their breathing and saliva intermingled in the intimate space
between their faces. Small moans crept out of Anna’s throat and reverberated
against him. They goaded him into pressing his attack even harder against the
woman’s lips. Whenever he wasn’t pushing against her own tongue or exploring
the contours of her mouth, he bit, sucked, and nibbled, bringing Anna’s lips
out into a swollen red fullness. Before long they pushed away from each other
and allowed themselves a moment to regain their breath. Anna pressed her
forehead against his and looked through half-lidded eyes at the panting young
sorcerer. Her lips definitely tasted like lemon.
“Whoa there, tiger…” she eked out through gasps of air. “At least buy me dinner
first.”
Ricken’s stood there, his arms entwined around her neck, staring with hazy
eyes. No intelligible words came out of his mouth. His mind was devoid of any
rational thought. “This… Uh… I didn’t…” His lungs fought for air, inhaling
Anna’s citrusy aroma and the peculiar scent of age and spice that pervaded her
tent. “I-I’m sorry, that was-”
She interrupted him with a slender finger to his lips. “Shush. It was my
pleasure.” Her eyes went downwards. “And yours, apparently.”
Through the pleats of his uniform his erection bulged proudly against the
fabric. In a more rational state of mind Ricken would have been mortified. As
it stood, all he felt was a pleasant heat running through his body. “Uh… Um…”
Her eyes met his and glinted with a mixture of allure and mischief. “Consider
this on the house.” The finger on his lips trailed along the side of his face
and down his neck. She opened her palm against his chest and continued
downwards at a slow, agonizing pace. Once she reached his pants she started to
loosen the bindings that held them up. Still keeping her gaze on him she spoke
frankly: “If you want me to stop just say so.”
Anna was met with his silent stare. The only sound coming from his mouth were
his haggard breaths. With a smile she brought her errant hand up to her mouth.
He watched as she closed her mouth, cheeks pulsing and swishing. Moments later
it opened and released a slick handful of saliva onto her palm. She closed her
hand and carefully eased it beneath his undergarments. In one fluid motion she
wrapped her slim fingers around his cock. Ricken shuddered at her touch; it was
an entirely different sensation having someone else holding his member. And
when that someone else was Anna he wasn’t sure how long he’d last. His hands
slipped from the back of her neck and clutched at the edge of her cape.
He wasn’t the biggest she’d ever had but his size still impressed Anna,
especially for his age. In firm, drawn-out strokes she stroked his dick
teasingly. She began with a full grip to spread her saliva until she was able
to travel along his length effortlessly. Deciding to have a little fun she
enveloped his head within her palm and swiveled her hand around it. Its bulbous
form settled warmly in her clutch, a fair amount of pre-cum streaming out.
Ricken hunched over and whimpered into the crook of Anna’s neck. His grip on
her cape tightened as his hips moved of their own accord into the teasing
woman’s hold.
“Aaagh, Anna! I can’t- I can’t-”
“Easy now, tiger. I’ve got you,” she whispered huskily. Her lips wrapped around
the bottom of his ear and suckled gently. Ricken squirmed underneath her; every
few seconds a different part of his body was assailed with waves of pleasure
and Anna showed no signs of stopping. While she passed his earlobe from her
lips to between her teeth, nibbling playfully, the hand that had stayed on
Ricken’s face traveled downwards to join the other. Her working hand deftly
removed itself from his head and formed a ring with her thumb and two fingers
around his shaft. As she traced a slick trail down to his base her other hand
reached beneath to cup his balls. Light tugs stretched his twin orbs out and
against each other, causing the boy to buckle over and release another guttural
moan.
“Ooooh, gods, Annaaaa…”
“You lemme know when you’re gonna cum, ‘kay?”
“U-Uh huh, yeah, yeah, I will…”
Anna kissed and licked her way down from his ear, eventually planting her lips
firmly against him and sucking on his neck. In a gesture that brought a smile
to her face and excited her far more than she thought it would, Ricken shifted
his face so that he could do the same to her. She felt his small tongue lap
against her skin, his mouth clamoring desperately for a taste of her. Her legs
clenched together on their own and a shiver ran up her spine. A moistness had
begun to seep out from within her. Anna wished she had a free hand for herself,
but was determined to bring Ricken to his finish. Her hands continued to pump
and fondle him energetically.
“Hey, stud. How you…” Her breath wavered. Gods, she wanted to fuck him right
now. “How you holding up?
“Mmmph, Anna…” he sighed into her neck.
“I’ll take that to mean… you’re enjoying it.” The moist warmth emanating from
his mouth had made her neck slick and moist. Gods, she really wanted to fuck
him right now.
They continued like this: hands moved frantically, hips thrust with need, their
mouths pressed hungrily against each others’ bodies. Anna felt Ricken’s balls
and cock swell immeasurably in her hands. He was sure to burst any second.
“Ohhh, mmmm…” Somewhere in all of the chaos Ricken’s hand had found its way up
into Anna’s blouse. He held greedily onto her breast, rubbing and squeezing
without mercy.
“Haa… Haaa… You… You sure you haven’t done this before?”
“I’m… I’m…”
“You ready, tiger? C’mon then… Show me what you got… right here.” Anna moved
the hand that was pumping him up to his head, while the one that had been
playing with his balls replaced it and continued to stroke him.
Ricken’s cock throbbed in her hand. A pleasant tightness had encased his groin,
signaling his need for release. It was taking all of his willpower to not
crumple into a shivering pile on the ground. But when Anna grasped his head
whatever restraint he had left broke completely. His hips thrust aggressively
into her when suddenly a pounding white fire burned throughout his body.
As soon as she felt his cock start to pulse in her grip she redoubled her
efforts and pumped him even faster. The moist, muffled sounds of flesh slapping
against flesh were joined by a chorus of moans and whimpers. The first shot of
cum splattered violently into her palm. Several more followed it and quickly
filled a milky pool in her hand. Ricken grabbed onto Anna for dear life as she
worked to drain his balls completely. Each pulse of his cock released a
powerful jet of cum into her palm. She marveled at the sheer amount she had
gathered, eager to see it for herself when he was finished.
Her hand started to slow but never stopped moving. They gradually slowed to a
steady pace, his seed continuing to drip onto her palm. When she felt his cock
stop throbbing Anna reached down to his base and tried to wring out any drops
of cum that remained. When she was satisfied that nothing was left she ran her
clean hand gently along the length of his cock. It had noticeably softened, but
she was certain she could bring it back to full hardness. Another time, maybe.
The young sorcerer leaned weakly into Anna and nuzzled against her neck. “That
was… You are… amazing…”
“Not so… bad yourself.” Her chest heaved deeply. Ricken’s hand still clung to
her breast, but she had no intention of telling him to move. Carefully, Anna
removed the hand filled with his cum out from his pants; her other hand
remained, playing with his cock. She brought her hand up behind his back and
saw now just how much he had shot out onto her palm. Despite her best efforts
to keep it contained some of his cum had dripped off the side. The smell of it
filled her senses. Her mouth watered in anticipation. With one final squeeze of
his member Anna pressed her clean hand against the boy’s chest and tried to
gently push him off. At a passing glance, nothing looked out of place with the
two. Looking closely, however, revealed flushed cheeks, necks dotted with harsh
red marks, disheveled clothing, and a palpable air of sex and lust.
“Is that my…”
“Mhm.” Anna brought her cum-filled hand up to her face and inhaled breathily.
Much to Ricken’s surprise she opened her mouth and started lapping up his seed.
She took her time, savoring the taste, until her hand was licked clean. She
grinned. “Tasty.”
“Gods…”
Having finished, Anna tried to stand up straight, but noticed that Ricken still
had his hand firmly on her breast. “Comfy there, tiger?” she asked, moving her
chest against his hand. Ricken flushed visibly. He quickly removed himself from
her blouse and spewed out a number of apologies in succession. Anna just
giggled as she fixed her clothes. “Little late in the game to act bashful,
dontcha think?” She reached behind her and tossed a small object at Ricken.
“Here, this is yours.”
It was the bloodleaf. The sorcerer looked skittishly between Anna and the small
velvet pouch in his hand. “Uh… Th-thank you, Anna. For the bloodleaf and.. uh…”
“Any time, sweetie.” She gave him a wink. “And I mean it. You’re always welcome
here in my shop.” Anna leaned down once more and pulled Ricken’s face into a
kiss. It was chaste, compared to what had just transpired, but he felt the
familiar heat creep across his face. Anna pulled her face back a few inches
from his and smiled at the flustering boy. “Now, scoot. I’ve got to work on
inventory and you need to finish up your research.” They walked together to the
entrance of her tent, where she saw him off with a friendly wave and a request
for him to come back soon.
Ricken stumbled towards his own tent in a daze. Although he tried to get back
to reading he couldn’t seem to focus; after an hour of repeating the same
passage he decided to call it a night. When he awoke he felt his sheets and
undergarments covered in a sticky substance. But those were the least of his
problems. He lay up in his cot staring down at his groin.
“Dammit… What am I going to do about you…”
***** Customer Satisfaction *****
Chapter Summary
     No matter what he tries, Ricken can't get Anna off his mind.
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
The morning after was not a pleasant one for Ricken. His dreams were pleasant
and shapeless. When he awoke, he found that they had left him with more than
just a feeling of giddiness and a slight dampness: an unfortunate erection
poked defiantly against his sheets. Hormones worked against his better judgment
and drove his hands beneath his undergarments; all the while thoughts of Anna
swam in his head. The sour-sweet taste of her lips. The soft touch of her hand.
The feel of her heart beating beneath her breast. He pumped furiously,
recalling how Anna had done the same just hours before, when the flaps to his
tent blew open.
“Riiiiickeeennnn,” a shrill voice cried. “Wake uuuuuup!”
The young mage scrambled in his sheets. “I’m up! I’m up!” He turned to face his
intrusive guest: a spritely girl bouncing beside his bed, her wavy emerald hair
and sweeping cloak twirling with her every hop. “Hi, Nowi,” he groaned through
clenched teeth. As much as he enjoyed her company, Ricken wanted to throttle
her. And if possible, his dick afterwards.
“What’s wro- Oh, man, Ricken, were you beating it?!”
He stared dumbstruck before dismissing her as nonchalantly as he could. “What?
No, no, that’s just the- the weird air.”
Nowi scoffed. “Right. The air.” Her prim little nose twitched inquisitively.
“Nope. That’s the undeniable smell of a horny male.”
“Could you not say it like that?”
“I’m just teasing,” she quipped playfully.
“How do you even know something like that?”
“Please, Ricken, I’m not some naive little wyrmling. Have you forgotten how old
I am?” The small woman stood proudly. “I could be your great great great great
great great great-”
“I get it.”
“-great great great great-”
“Nowi! I get it!”
She stopped herself and grinned. “Great!”
“Okay,” he groaned into his hands. “I’m awake now. What did you need?”
“It’s breakfast time!” She bounced happily onto the foot of his cot. “Breakfast
time, breakfast time, breakfast time!”
Beneath Ricken, the cot shook roughly with each leap. Strong vibrations shook
his pulsing member around and only made his predicament worse. This was the
last way he wanted to wake up. At this point, a cold bucket of water to the
face would have been a welcome change. With great effort he shooshed Nowi out
of his tent. She winked knowingly at him over her shoulder as she disappeared
through the flaps, which was enough to send a pang of guilt through his
conscience. He sighed. He’d just have to make do and find some time for himself
later to get rid of his erection. Images of Anna from the previous night ran
through his head and caused his member to twitch involuntarily. Maybe this was
going to be harder than he thought.
---
Hobbling out of his tent into the cool morning air of the Feroxian hinterlands,
Ricken wrapped his uniform around himself. This would more than suffice to hide
his throbbing manhood. All around him the camp buzzed with activity, as
attendants and fighters alike packed things up for transport. He cursed to
himself. In the activity of the previous night he’d forgotten that The
Shepherds would be continuing their march today. He definitely didn’t have any
time to relieve himself.
His swollen groin surged with pain whenever he made any effort to walk. He
suffered through every aggravating step, the tightness in his lower regions
pulsing with a dizzying pressure. Without thinking, a stray hand found its way
into his trousers, where it tugged absentmindedly at his member. Little did it
satisfy him, but he found himself unable to stop. His head turned on a swivel,
keeping an eye out for anyone and everyone. Unfortunately for him, he couldn’t
account for every angle. A deep voice snapped at him from behind.
“Oi! Little Ricken! Why walk so funny?” An imposing figure meandered over to
Ricken amidst the commotion of the camp, his longsword propped across his broad
shoulders. “You have the breaking of the ankle? Gregor have salve for that.”
“Ah, no, Gregor, I’m fine.” He was anything but. His words came out sharp and
jagged, betraying the calm demeanor he tried so desperately to project. “Late
night. Not much sleep.”
“I see! Yes, Gregor understand perfect. Sadly, Gregor not have salve for that.
But still understand. Have many capers and cavortings in younger days.” He
wagged a scolding finger at the boy. "And yet, not always stay strong and
young. Must be watching for health, Little Ricken!”
“Yeah, Gregor, thanks…”
The hulking mercenary laughed heartily and gave a firm pat on Ricken’s back.
“Come, I am thinking food will help.”
Accepting his fate, the boy walked stiffly with Gregor. He took care to watch
his steps. Any uncalculated movement threatened to stimulate his already
sensitive member. Although the mess tent was nearby every step felt like a
mile. By the time he had managed to hobble over Ricken wanted nothing more than
curl into himself at the bottom of a dark pit and die.
Meals for the Shepherds were always a communal affair at set times throughout
the day. Robin and Chrom agreed that it served a dual purpose of efficiency and
morale boosting. It was one of the unit’s unwritten rules that everyone served
mess duty at least once. Whether that was in a cooking, cleaning, or serving
role was up to the individual. Some Shepherds, like Lon’qu, Gaius, and Cherche,
volunteered to cook several meals each week, much to the delight of everyone
else. Others whose culinary skills were lacking, like Lissa, Chrom, and Robin,
were encouraged to take up other responsibilities. Today they were lucky enough
to have Lon’qu on duty.
Gregor and Ricken joined others in the food line, which already boasted over a
dozen eager and hungry Shepherds. The mess tent had quickly surged with hungry
patrons when food was ready, as it usually did when Lon’qu was working.
Although his meals were simple fare, salt and ground pepper being the most
extravagant ingredients, the care he took in their preparation showed. And so
Ricken stood there, dancing in place from foot to foot trying his best to
ignore the heaviness in his swollen sack. The line moved agonizingly slow, but
eventually he was ready to be served. Feeling equal parts delight and anxiety
he held out his tray as Anna prepared his food.
“G’morning, hon.”
“A-Anna. Good morning.”
“Make any good progress last night?”
“Not really, no…”
“Yeah? Something wrong with the experiment?”
“Not… exactly.”
“I’m sure you’ve got it under control, but lemme know if you need anything
else.” She smiled knowingly. “I mean it.”
His cheeks flushed at what he thought were the hidden meaning of her words. “O-
Okay. That would be very, uh, very nice.”
“Nice, huh? Yeah, it would be nice.” Anna laughed softly, placing a steaming
bowl of stew and
fresh hunk of bread onto his tray. “You all packed up and ready to go?”
“Mostly, yes, mostly.”
“You usually ride in one of the supply wagons, right?”
“Yes, I do.”
“What do you say to keeping a girl some company, hm? I’ve got a wagon of my
own. I could probably even help you out with your research.”
“Y-Yeah, I think you could… Um, sure. Should I just… uh…”
“Just drop by my tent later, ‘kay? Now get a move on, you’re holding up the
line.”
---
Thoughts of Anna simultaneously eased the strain on his groin and made it
worse. Ricken had wolfed down his meal, not paying attention to Nowi and
Gregor’s latest argument. Afterwards, he tried to relieve himself in one of the
latrines but was shooed away by one of the camp attendants so they could pack
it up. Far from satisfying him it only rendered him more frustrated. He
accepted his fate for the time being and quickly shuffled back to his
belongings. The tent and all its furnishings had already been packed away in
the supply wagons; all that was left behind was his satchel and his personal
tome. He picked these up and made his way over to Anna’s tent, where she was
loading up the last of her possessions onto a massive covered wagon. For a
moment, perhaps too long of a moment, he remained glued to the spot staring at
her. The way her body moved with such ease. The alluring curve of her legs as
she bent to pick up a crate. Her breasts heaving in exertion as she carried
heavy materials into her wagon. The tantalizing way her fiery hair shone amidst
the pale haze of the morning mist. When she finally noticed him and waved, he
shook himself out of his daydreaming.
“You all set?” she called from behind a large crate.
“Yeah, I am. Do you… Do you need any help?”
The crate dropped onto her wagon with a heavy thud. Anna dusted her hands and
turned back to Ricken. “Nope! That was the last of it. You can go ahead and
toss anything you want to in the back here.”
At her suggestion he unshouldered his satchel and heaved it up onto a lumpy
pile of assorted fabrics. “Did you really fit everything inside?”
“It’s bigger than it looks. I’ve got a pretty good system going on. Alrighty,
time to saddle up!” She made for the front of the wagon, Ricken following
behind as fast as he could. The two horses hitched to the front noticed her
arrival and shuffled excitedly. “Easy now, you two. We have a guest.” Anna
whirled towards Ricken with a flourish. “May I present the two finest steeds in
all of Ylisse: Emile and Catherine!” At their names, each of the horses
whinnied and posed proudly with raised hooves. “Took ‘em forever to learn how
to do that. Go on kiddo, say hi. They won’t bite. Unless you smell like
apples.”
Ricken approached the nearest horse warily, a tentative hand stretched out
towards them. A few strokes of the mane rewarded him with a small whinny,
encouraging him to do the same with the other horse. “They’re beautiful.”
“And smart to boot.” Anna leaned in and whispered loudly with a cupped hand.
“Well, Emile not so much. I’ve seen him chewing on old boots before.” The horse
in question grunted in protest. She smacked his side playfully. “Oh hush you,
it’s bad for your teeth and you know it.” Somewhere in camp orders were being
barked. All around them wheels creaked, wagons moved, and feet shuffled. “C’mon
hon, up top with me.” Anna poked at Ricken’s cheek with her fingers and bounded
up into the driver’s seat, grabbing at the reins. She patted at an empty seat
behind her and looked expectantly at Ricken. Fighting back the heavy tingling
in his groin, Ricken clambered up beside Anna. “Okie dokie you two, let’s go!”
Her horses began moving and the wagon creaked forward through the countryside.
They fell in line with the rest of the Shepherds onto a well worn dirt path;
Anna’s wagon had joined the other supply wagons somewhere vaguely in the middle
of the caravan. Cavaliers were at the front and rear, with pegasus and wyvern
riders flanking the sides above a fading treeline. The wagons rode within
several yards of each other, keeping a healthy distance. Soon enough, they
reached a steady pace and Anna tied down the reins.
“Keep it steady. Catherine, make sure Emile doesn’t slack off, yeah?” She
reached forward and gave a friendly slap on the horse’s hindquarters. Satisfied
that they could pull the wagon on their own Anna put her feet up and leaned
back against the headboard. “So what’s the deal with all of this anyways?” she
asked, tapping against Ricken’s tome. “Extra credit?”
“Something like that. I’m just messing around with basic sygaldric techniques.”
“Y’know, when I hear ‘basic sygaldry’ I think of memorizing runes and sigils,
not spell augmentation. You are a first-year, right?”
“Yeah, I am. The lessons are kind of slow though.”
“I hear ya there. Though my untapped scholarly knowledge was redirected towards
making moonshine and other such contraband frowned upon by the Masters.”
“Like what?”
“Oh, this and that.” Anna leaned back and grinned smugly. “Once put together a
charm you could wear around your neck that made anything you ate taste like
cinnamon rolls. My own response to the slop they served in the dining halls.”
She blew a tuft of hair from her face in annoyance. “Those didn’t last long.
Turns out people didn’t like that I employed a teensy bit of mind control.”
Ricken’s eyes shot wide open. “You used suggestive magic?!” He eased back down
and asked, “How?”
“It’s easy once you figure it out. The charm housed a bit of cinnamon and other
spices; it was the chain that actually did most of the work. Some of the links
had runes inscribed that corresponded with the parts of the brain associated
with taste. Suffice to say I did a pretty damn good job.”
“That’s… amazing.”
“You think?”
“So why did you leave the Academy? You said you only went for a few years.”
Anna’s face lost its usual sparkle, but only for a moment. She smirked and
waved a dismissive hand. “Creative differences. The place wasn’t a good fit for
me.”
Ricken gazed off towards the passing trees. “I understand. Sometimes it feels
like that for me.”
“That why you ran off to be a daring hero?”
“Partially,” he chuckled. “I thought you said I was a dork, not a hero.”
“They’re not mutually exclusive,” she replied smiling.
“Really though, all of the classes and teachers just felt too constricting. I…
I know I’m not the smartest or most talented mage out there but I wasn’t
learning anything at the Academy.”
“Well hey, you and me?” She leaned over with a wink and a grin. “We’re just too
good for those stuffy eggheads.”
Ricken couldn’t help but share in her infectious smile. It almost made him
forget about the massive erection he was hiding. Almost. Wordlessly, they
ceased conversation and settled into a comfortable, if somewhat bumpy ride.
---
“How goes it, hon?”
To her side, Ricken was poring over the pages of his tome, tapping a finger
against its edges. “Alright, I guess.”
“Just alright?”
With a weary sigh he closed his book and leaned back, mimicking Anna’s posture.
His hands folded over his chest. “Can’t seem to focus.” A statement that was
true enough. He wasn’t sure how to properly explain that each bump of the wagon
sent a dull throbbing pain throughout his entire lower regions.
“Hit a roadblock in your work?”
“You could say that.”
“What’s got ya stumped?”
“It’s nothing,” he replied, trailing off.
“Sure doesn’t sound like ‘nothing’” She looked at him, waiting for a response.
“Hmm. Penny for your thoughts?”
“No, I’m alright. I’ll be fine.”
Anna puffed her cheeks out in mock frustration. “Okay, now I definitely know
something is going on.” She pointed a lone finger at him and poked at his face.
“C’mon, what’s up? No negative vibes allowed on this wagon.”
Ricken couldn’t bring himself to tell Anna that he was hiding a massive
erection and wanted nothing more than for her to wrap her hand around it and
relieve him. She may have seemingly dropped several hints that she would do
just that, but whether it was the fear of being wrong or anxiety of being right
preventing him from broaching the topic he couldn’t say. A chance look to his
side revealed Anna waiting earnestly for him to say something, concern and
curiosity painting her features.
“Anna, it’s alright. I’m okay. Thanks though.” He gave her a small, strained
grin.
The woman grumbled with mild disbelief. “If you say so, hon. I don’t mean to
pry.” Her small hand gripped lightly onto his shoulder and she smiled. “If you
feel like talking, I’m all ears.” She released him and returned to her resting
pose.
Ricken was about to do the same when a surge of daring ran through him. A quick
survey of his surroundings allayed any potential fears that were beginning to
sprout within him. The next cart was several yards down the road and caravan
guards were fairly spread out. He estimated another few hours before they
reached their destination. His sex-addled mind tried to rationalize his current
circumstances: He had nothing to lose and everything to gain. Under normal
circumstances he would never have even conceived of what he was about to do.
But dammit if his swollen balls weren’t throwing all semblances of normalcy out
the window. Words struggled to come out of his throat, but with great effort
Ricken managed to speak.
“Actually… Anna. I could…” He hesitated. Only for a moment. “I could use your
help with, uh, something.”
Anna cracked a solitary eye open. “Yeah?”
“Y-Yeah… Could we, I mean- Is there space, uh, space inside your wagon…?”
“For?”
“For… Well, there’s not really… not really anyone around.” He grinned
sheepishly. Coyness didn’t come naturally to the boy, but he could at least
admit to giving it his best effort.
Realization quickly dawned on Anna. “Why, Mr. Ricken, are you trying to seduce
me?”
“Well, that depends I guess…” His gaze darted nervously back and forth between
her and his boots. “Is it… Is it working?”
Ricken had her full attention now. She leaned towards him, smirking with half-
lidded eyes. “You tell me, tiger.” Two slender fingers tilted his chin up. Anna
moved in and stole a quick kiss. She gestured with a nod at the canvas flaps
that led into the wagon. “Let’s go inside.” She tapped lightly at his chin as
she got onto her feet and stretched. Before she disappeared within, Anna called
back over her shoulder. “Catherine! Emile! Keep up the hustle, you two. We’ll
be back before you know it.” Her horses glanced back and seemed to offer snorts
that could have been interpreted as acknowledgement. Or chuckling. To Ricken it
seemed like both. Anna extended a hand to the boy, holding the flaps open and
waiting for him.
His heart fluttered nervously. His palms began to sweat. Despite the cool
breeze and his broad-brimmed cap he felt an incessant heat beating down on him.
The promise of what was to come had reinvigorated the morning’s arousal. The
pain and pressure doubled but were momentarily satiated, expecting immediate
release. It took Anna a few calls of his name before he broke out of whatever
stupor had held him frozen. He anxiously left his hat on his seat and followed
her into the wagon.
Like her tent, the inside of Anna’s wagon boasted was confusing, dizzying, and
impressive all at the same time. In a striking display of geometric perfection,
all of her wares were stacked neatly into place. No open space could be seen,
save for a small alcove that lay immediately before the front flaps of the
wagon. It was a cozy space, sporting a neatly made bed and some shelves that
held an assortment of small trinkets and books. The space was large enough for
them to move around comfortably if they ducked their heads. Anna motioned
Ricken onto the bed and knelt in front of him, hovering over his lap
expectantly.
“So here we are, stud. What next?” A stray hand found its way onto Ricken’s
hips and slowly made its way over to his lap. He tensed in anticipation. The
moment her hand brushed over his balls Ricken took in a sharp gasp of air
through clenched teeth and grabbed at the bedsheets. “Hey now, I barely even
touched you.”
“It’s been kind of a long day…”
Puzzled at what he meant, Anna hooked her fingers into the hem of his pants and
shrugged them down. Ricken’s cock immediately sprang forth from its confines,
flushed and swollen. She continued lowering his pants down to his ankles and
marveled at the size of his balls. A low whistle escaped her lips. “Jeez, hon,
you weren’t kidding. What’ve you been up to?”
“N-nothing, really.” He couldn’t think of a diplomatic way to say that he had
been masturbating to thoughts of her naked body.
Anna leaned onto Ricken’s lap. “Don’t you worry, tiger. Just sit back and
relax.” She planted a chaste kiss onto the tip of his dick.
“Can you…” He hesitated. He wasn’t sure the words could come out of his mouth.
But Anna was right here in front of him, inches away from his bare crotch. If
there was a line they’d already most certainly crossed it. “Can you use your
breasts?”
She smirked knowingly at him. Wordlessly, she loosened her top and pulled it
down to reveal her modest, perky chest. The sight of her tits set Ricken’s
blood aflame; his cock throbbed in response. A string of saliva left Anna’s
mouth and covered her chest as she moved herself into position. Her chest was
ample enough that she could close it around Ricken’s member and slide it along.
She kneaded her breasts forcefully, pushing against the warm thickness of his
cock. Her body moved back and forth to slide it between her cleavage, the
slickness of her saliva spreading messily across her skin. The boy tried to
hold back his groans and failed. A series of shaky cries emanated from his
mouth as the pleasure overwhelmed him; every breath of air that didn’t fill his
lungs repeated Anna’s name over and over.
The boy sat frozen, half out of disbelief and half out of pleasure. He slowly
regained enough of his wits where he locked eyes with the woman kneeling in
front of him. Her gaze spoke volumes: she was incredibly horny. Ricken thought
he would test his theory by reaching out and grabbing at one of her tits. The
awkwardness of trying to grope it while Anna worked her breasts tirelessly
didn’t stop him from marveling at their softness. A few tentative fingers sank
into her chest, moist with her saliva and sweat.
“Go ahead tiger…” she eked out between moans. “Play with ‘em. Feel my tits… I
want you to.”
Ricken was more than happy to take her up on her offer. His hesitant fingers
became eager hands that explored and grabbed at her heaving chest. The supple
flesh gave easily beneath his grip; soon he found her nipples and tugged and
squeezed harshly. The first time he pinched the tips of her breasts she cried
out in ecstasy. It aroused Ricken immensely, such that he began thrusting
against Anna’s movements and leaking pre-cum onto her chest. Their haggard
breaths intermingled with the creaks of the wagon and the soft wind beating
against the canvas cover. She looked in delight at the cute little pink head
that disappeared into the depths of her breasts, only to return with a
beautiful glistening sheen.
She needed a taste. With a bit of effort, Anna pushed her breasts down against
his base, far enough where his dick peeked out and she could wrap her mouth
around the head. The girl stayed like that for a good while, rubbing her
breasts against his pulsing member and sucking dutifully on the tip. The taste
of cum danced around her tongue. Though she had stopped pushing back against
Ricken, he still thrust his hips against her with great vigor. His cock passed
smoothly between her lips, in and out, sliding against the moistness of her
quick pink tongue. Anna leaned her head back and looked up into Ricken, still
massaging his cock with the softness of her breasts.
“How you feelin’, sweetie?”
“Oh gods, Anna… It’s amazing… More…”
“The gals aren’t going anywhere, don’t you worry. You just… You just sit back
and lemme know when you ready to cum for me…” More saliva dripped from her
mouth to ease Ricken’s passage between her breasts. She looked straight at him,
lust all across her features. “You gonna cum, hon? Huh?” She leaned in closer
and whispered huskily. “Do it, tiger, I’m ready for it. Cum for me, stud, cover
my tits. C’mon, I want it so bad.”
Her dirty talk was bringing Ricken rapidly to the edge. Sensing the familiar
tightness in his balls, his hands ceased groping at her breasts and instead
grabbed her shoulders. He forced himself against her chest, pushing her back as
he scooted closer to the edge of the cot. His thrusts became so intense that
Anna merely held her breasts together tightly as Ricken fucked her cleavage to
his heart’s content. The young boy’s hips smashed into Anna, slapping his cock
and balls messily against her. Fluids smeared onto her skin gave it a glossy
shine and filled the small confines of the wagon with the heady scent of their
arousal.
They were running purely on desire now. Ricken’s animalistic grunts clashed
with Anna’s soft, high-pitched squeaks of pleasure. Her hands were busy holding
her breasts up but she so desperately wanted to touch herself. A warm moistness
had built up between her legs and threatened to spill forth from her womanhood.
It begged to be touched, yearned to be filled. Her horniness instead found
another outlet.
“Where’s that cum, tiger? Don’t you wanna color my face white?” Her eyes
pleaded with him hungrily. “I know you do, hon, hurry up so I can taste you.”
Anna knew her words were working. He would explode any second. She bit her lip
seductively and rasped, “As soon as you finish up hon, I want your cock. I want
it deep inside me. Fuck me, Ricken. Fuck me hard, I’m so wet right-”
Ricken’s knuckles went white as his fingers dug into Anna’s shoulders. His hips
pushed harshly into her cleavage, his warm cock throbbing and pulsing. The
first spurt of cum hit her squarely on the cheek with a hot, wet smack.
Instinctively, her tongue went to grab a taste and was duly rewarded as thick
jets of cum sprayed out, splashing onto her face and scarlet locks. Her mouth
opened wide but only a few strands managed to land inside. The rest of it
coated her panting face: drops of it shot into her hair, some dripped down her
cheek, and two heavy ropes painted moist white lines over her eye. Each bit of
his seed that splashed against her elicited a throaty moan from the girl. So
much of it covered her; the intoxicating scent filled her senses and
overpowered any sort of rational thought with a burning desire to fill her wet
cunt with his cock.
“Feel better, hon? Fuck, there’s so much.” Her tongue snaked out to lap up what
it could. Ricken’s cum was still flowing out and coated her chest in a milky
white. She pumped him with her soft mounds and continued milking a steady
stream of his seed. “Mmm…”
“Anna…”
She rubbed her breasts against his cock a few more times to drain what was
left. Finally, her hands left her chest and worked their way up the boy’s
thighs as she leaned in to lick his cock clean. It sent a shudder through
Ricken, causing a few more drops of cum to seep out, which Anna lapped up
greedily. The young mage was in awe once again. Anna took her time to lick each
and every drop of his seed clean from the both of them. By the end, her face
was cleared and her hair damp and matted with their fluids.
Something overtook Ricken. He pushed Anna back and awkwardly grabbed for her
mouth with his own; a salty, bitter taste hit his tongue, what he assumed to be
his cum, but through it all he still recognized Anna’s sour-sweet flavor. The
arms that had been gripping her shoulders now wrapped around them and drew the
two closer together. Anna was all too happy to reciprocate. They stayed like
that for a long while, reveling in the other’s taste. Their tongues didn’t
fight, as they had before, but pushed and caressed softly against each other.
Now and then Ricken would suck on Anna’s lips, bringing them out to a fuller,
redder hue. His cock still pressed agonizingly against the warmth of her chest.
They broke apart and gasped for air while their hands continued seeking each
other out covetously.
“Mmm… Ready to go again, hot stuff?” Anna trailed a finger down his chest to
the tip of his dick. With the lightest of touches, she ran along his length,
settling at the base to caress his balls. The other hand continued to massage
the young mage’s thigh. Her grip on his sack tightened and loosened, tugging
while she traced his lips with her tongue. Ricken let loose a deep groan;
despite covering Anna with his seed, his balls were still full and ached
sensitively under her touch. “Yeah… Yeah you are. Let’s go then, tiger. Fuck
me. Fuck me right now.”
Anna gave one last lick of his lips and tug of his balls before she lifted
herself up and turned around to grab the edge of the wagon. Ricken moved as if
in a trance and followed the girl up, hands reaching for her hips and grabbing
onto her alluring curves.
“Oh god, I’m so wet. Hurry up, pull my pants down.”
“There’s… um… I can’t- your pants…” His sex-addled mind couldn’t quite process
why her infuriating pants refused to move down.
Anna laughed through her moans. “Mmmm… Hang on, lemme get that for ya.”
Ricken heard her unbuckle a belt and he slapped himself mentally. Any shame
that had come from his embarrassing display were quickly swept away the second
he got a look at the dampness that had leaked from Anna’s womanhood and coated
her thighs. He stared in awe at her perfect cunt. A large part of him couldn’t
believe this was truly happening. A few days ago he’d never even kissed a girl.
Now he was about to have sex with one of the most beautiful women he’d ever
seen.
“Anna. Are you sure about this?”
The girl moaned and giggled. She swayed her hips knowingly. “I dunno, you tell
me.”
Ricken gulped. This was definitely happening then. Tentatively, his hands crept
down her hips and grabbed onto the surprising plumpness of her rear. His heart
raced and nostrils flared. Never in a million years would he have imagined
himself in this scenario. Sure, he’d always hoped. Fantasized about some of his
attractive classmates back at the Academy and all the different ways he’d take
them in lecture halls, on roofs, or a study cubicle in the library. But that
was all in his imagination. This was real. Anna was real. He could smell her.
He had tasted her.
He poised himself at her entrance, ready to thrust deep into the girl. Just
then a horn sounded outside. Loud cries rallied from far away and breached the
sensual bubble the two had created for themselves inside the wagon. They felt
the wagon slow to a stop beneath them. Just beyond the canvas flaps Catherine
and Emile bucked and whinnied. Ricken cursed internally. Not now. Why now? Why?
Who the hell was interrupting them? His more rational side eventually returned
and the realization hit him: they were under attack.
“Anna, I think- I think we need to go.”
She sighed. “Guess you’re right, hon. Dammit.” Anna hastily fixed her clothes
and did her best to clean herself up. “You alright?”
“Yes, I’m fine.” Ricken’s balls weren’t threatening to burst so that was a good
sign. But like Anna a deep-seated horniness had taken hold of him. He hoped
that whoever they were going to be fighting made it quick. “Do you- After we’re
done, do you think we could…”
“You read my mind, hon. I promise, as soon as we get rid of whatever idiots
decided to mess with us,” she turned to face him and tapped a slim finger
against his nose. “I’m going to rock. Your. World.”
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***** Trade Secrets *****
Chapter Summary
     Some things are better left unsaid. Or so we'd like to think.
Chapter Notes
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First came the sickly, sour taste. His lips cracked apart stubbornly, chapped
and crusted. In order to survey the unfamiliar situation, his tongue creeped
and ran across the edge of his mouth. It smoothed over tiny, craggy peaks of
skin and dried spittle, ending in a surprisingly wet pocket. Disturbed at this
new sensation, it probed further and was met with a smooth, salty sheen.
He’d been drooling.
Ricken made to wipe his chin off but was stopped by a searing bolt of pain that
ran through his left arm. Every part of his body suddenly jolted awake. His
eyes shot open, blood rushed back into his previously dormant legs, and the
cobwebs of sleep cleared themselves out of his mind. When the pain settled down
and he finally regained control of his body, Ricken eased into the lumpy
sterility of his bedding. Another wrong move, as he now felt a dull fire burn
through his lower left leg. His leg and arm screamed in unison, eventually
dying down to a tender whimper.
With groggy eyes, he scanned his surroundings. Around him were neatly prepared
cots and tables laden with various bottles and metallic instruments. His robes
sat neatly folded at the edge of his cot; a simple white shirt and grey woolen
pants now covered him. A distinct alcoholic smell tickled his nostrils with
every breath he took in. Beneath it all lay the scent of blood and rot; the
ghost of a pained injury or a quiet death lying in silent meditation. He’d
never been infirmed himself, but he’d been in the medical tent many times
before. The stink seemed to be a permanent fixture. A constant reminder of the
life he had chosen and the consequences of his actions.
Ever since he’d joined The Shepherds, Ricken had grown accustomed to the smell
of death. Limbs that had been rent asunder with a screaming blade of wicked
steel and flesh singed by a powerful blast of pyromancy had become routine
aspects of his life. He reasoned that this was a necessity. That what he was
doing was for Chrom, for all of Ylisse. He firmly believed that. That didn’t
mean he had to like it.
All of his meager efforts had drained him of energy he didn’t have. A specter
of a memory passed before his eyes then. He was twelve and not yet a student of
magic. Gone was the pungent sterility of the medical tent, replaced with the
warm heaviness of his mother’s bakery. Gentle hands seemed to run across his
forehead and soothe his aches and pains, setting him at ease.
When his formerly-noble family had fallen on hard times, Ricken’s father had
taken what he could and ran off. His mother soldiered on and used the remaining
funds to open up a store in the city. It was in a small attic above a simple
bakery that the young mage had grown up. Ricken’s mother rarely spoke of her
past, never wanting to burden her son with such knowledge or guilt. But gossip
and a natural curiosity uncovered the truth: a political marriage, rapidly
building debts, and a nobleman’s pride.
Ricken had grown up as a noble in name only. In retrospect, he preferred it
that way. It taught him humility and a meek temperament, he always told
himself. But not all lessons were easily learned. Rumors were harsh and
children even harsher. Adults had a subtle way of inflicting abuse, such that
one might never even know about it. Children possessed no such grace. They were
almost animalistic in that regard. Every beating that Ricken’s body endured, he
suffered ten-fold verbally.
But even now Ricken didn’t remember the cruelty of his peers or the snide
judgment casually inflicted by haughty nobles. He remembered the smell of his
mother’s bakery. The soft, savory warmth that welcomed him home without fail.
The amused and concerned mirth in his mother’s voice as she cleaned and
bandaged his cuts and scrapes.
It was there when he left for The Academy and would be there for him when the
war was over. Of that, he was certain. Gently, sleep overtook him once more.
---
Ricken smiled wanly as he took another bite out of the sandwich Nowi had
brought him. “I bet Lucina wasn’t too happy about that.” He shifted his body
against the pillows that propped him up. Pins and needles pricked at his lower
back, chastising him for not having moved sooner.
“Pfft, you know her. Little Miss Stick-in-the-Mud.” Nowi grinned and skipped on
top of the surrounding cots. “It was my best scare yet! If it wasn’t for Robin
I’d probably have been dead meat!” Her violet eyes widened in horror at the
ridiculous prospect.
“To be fair, there are probably people better than Lucina to frighten. She’s
already a pretty tense person as it is.”
“Yeah but that’s what makes it so exciting!” The girl beamed white fangs,
extremely pleased with herself.
Ricken couldn’t help but chuckle. Nowi’s enthusiasm for even the most mundane
and childish things was infectious. She was a welcome distraction from his
fitful bouts of sleep and the sharp throbbing in his arm. He’d only regained
consciousness for a day or so and the dull monotony of the medical tent was
starting to creep up on him. Imagining the pages of his tomes and notebook
weren’t quite as good as the real thing.
Two weeks. That was how long Lissa had given him to recover. And even after
those two weeks were over, he was by no mean out of the woods. It’d take just
as long if not longer for his leg to completely recover, let alone his arm.
Clerics and their magic could only do so much to heal serious wounds like the
ones Ricken had sustained. The body would have to do its own work in the end.
More time for his body to rest meant more time for his mind to wander. Stray
thoughts would pass through his mind, almost always returning to Anna. By all
accounts the battle had gone well so he rest easy knowing she was okay. With
each passing hour, however, his eagerness to see her once more developed into
subdued anxiety. He had no explanation for it other than a pressing need to be
near her. A pleasant shiver ran through his groin as he recalled the last time
they’d been together. He pushed those feelings away by stuffing his mouth with
the remainder of his sandwich.
Nowi’s bright grin faded for just a moment. Her gaze focused intensely on
Ricken before she smiled once more and hopped onto the ground with a swing of
her cape. “Anyways, I should get going. I saw a grilled rabbit in the mess tent
with my name on it!” She leaned in towards Ricken and pushed lightly against
his forehead. “Get better, silly. Can’t fight evil from bed.”
With that, she vanished through the tent’s flaps, leaving Ricken alone with his
thoughts.
---
The orange glow of the setting sun peeked into the tent as Anna pushed the
flaps aside. Ricken had played this scene over in his head dozens of times.
Part of him wanted to kiss and grope her, while part of him wanted to laugh and
talk with her. All of him wanted to simply be near her. She stood momentarily
at tent’s entrance, lips pulled taut into a thin line. As soon as she locked
eyes with Ricken her face brightened and she beamed a grin at the young boy. In
spite of that, doubt began to gnaw at his mind.
Why was she here? To see him, evidently, but was there more to it? Why hadn’t
she come sooner? Would they continue where they had left off? Ricken stopped
and chastised himself for such greedy thoughts. She had other things to attend
to. Other priorities. Still, did that mean that he was a priority for her? It
had only been a couple days and here she was. The last thing he could clearly
recall was grabbing at the enticing curves of her rear, ready to thrust his
manhood into her. Surely she hadn’t forgotten. Regardless of her intentions, he
was still overjoyed to see her again.
Anna sauntered over to his cot, far enough from the entrance that it all felt
private, though it was anything but. Ricken was sure that rumors were already
making their way throughout camp, yet he didn’t entirely mind the thought. He
did wonder nervously what Anna had to say about it, if she thought of it at
all.
With an almost exaggerated sigh Anna plopped down on an empty cot at Ricken’s
right side. A dark brown satchel fell between her feet, thumping dully against
the ground.
“Long time no see, kiddo.”
Ricken smiled. “It’s been a while.”
“Hope you haven’t forgotten about lil’ old me.” A playful giggle escaped Anna’s
lips as she poked a slender finger against her cheek.
Ricken drank in everything about her. The fall of scarlet around her cheeks.
The way her garments hugged against the curves of her hips. For better or worse
he’d gotten quite good at stealing glances at Anna.
His reply to her came out more level-headed than even he expected. “Only if you
haven’t done the same.” His words hung in the air a moment too long, long
enough that something passed between Anna and Ricken just then. Arousal?
Surprise? Longing? Whatever it was, it vanished as quickly as it had appeared.
Anna seemed to ignore it.
“Aside from that nasty fracture in your leg and a sprained arm, you don’t seem
to be any worse for the wear.”
“I should be so lucky…”
Anna smiled. “You should! Not many people can take a full on hit from a
wyvern.”
At that, the gears in Ricken’s mind started turning. Whether it was to protect
his brain from the trauma of the incident or the overwhelming intensity of what
was about to occur just moments before, he had all but forgotten why he was in
this medical tent to begin with. The sensations hit him first: an intense heat,
the smoke burning his lungs, and Anna’s panicked voice. Clawing through the fog
of his memories Ricken finally grasped at something solid.
“Your wagon!” he exclaimed. His wounds screamed at him for disrupting the calm
stillness they had settled into, and he bit back a scream in turn.
Concern washed over Anna as she leaned forward to ease Ricken back down. “Hey
now, easy does it.” Once his breathing steadied Anna regained her chipper
demeanor. “Eager bugger, aren’t you? I probably shouldn’t have to remind you,
but wounds take time to heal.”
The young mage ignored her playful quip. “But- but your wagon! It was on fire,
wasn’t it?”
A grimace snuck its way through Anna’s smile. “It was, sure. Might be a little
singed but everybody’s fine, Catherine and Emile included.” Her voice took on a
nearly imperceptible softness. “And so are you, it looks like.”
“I guess so…” Ricken tried to pin down what exactly she meant behind her words.
Before he could probe further, Anna reached excitedly for the satchel at her
feet.
“Hey, no time to be a sourpuss. I brought you a couple get-well presents!” The
look on Ricken’s face as she pulled his work tome from her bag was more than
enough to win a warm, hearty laugh from Anna. She placed the hefty book on the
table next to his cot and reached back into her satchel.
Basking in the glow of an unexpected kindness, Ricken nevertheless eagerly
awaited the second half of what would constitute “a couple” get-well presents.
With a flourish Anna produced a dark glass bottle, its contents sloshing
around.
“From my own personal stash.”
Normally, Ricken would have protested alcohol of any kind. His instructors had
impressed upon him its ill effects and how it dulled the mind and corrupted the
spirit. His mother allowed a taste now and then and he always recoiled from the
sour liquid. Such reservations, however, melted at the sight of Anna’s
bashfully pleading smile.
The bottle opened with a pop and Anna brought it to her nose for a quick sniff.
Pleased at what she smelled, she reached across to Ricken and wordlessly
offered him a drink. The boy showed no hesitation and accepted it cheerily. In
one swift motion he brought the bottle to his mouth and tipped it at such a
high angle that his mouth quickly filled with the cloying sweetness of the
wine. In that instant, his mind conjured up images of a well-worn oak table,
the smell of fresh flour and rising dough, and a profound sensation of
melancholy. With puffed up cheeks he fought back a gag and managed to swallow
it all. The bitter acidity stung his senses, but after a moment or two of
coughing, a cozy warmth began to radiate from his belly.
Anna took the bottle from him with a smirk. “Easy tiger, I only brought the
one. This isn’t a contest. Leave some for me to enjoy.”
The cheery woman took a respectable swig, wiping her mouth with the back of her
arm in a gesture that was decidedly un-ladylike, but so very Anna-like. With
bottle still in hand, she got up to stretch and groaned pleasantly. In an
awkward shuffle she took a few careful sips as she pulled the cot she was just
sitting on closer to Ricken’s. Careful and conscious of the injured limbs on
the left side of his body, Anna sat back down and leaned over to rest herself
on his lap. The red locks of her ponytail swished towards Ricken’s face,
allowing him to inhale the citrusy-sweet smell he’d been missing these past
couple days.
A familiar jolt of pleasure ran through his lower body, but he summoned
whatever willpower he could to keep anything further than a guilty shiver at
bay. She faced away from Ricken towards the oncoming twilight that peeked in
through the tent’s entrance. Without shifting her comfortable position, she
twisted her arm around to offer the bottle back to her companion. At first
glance they way they were arranged looked uncomfortable to rest and difficult
to drink wine in, but the two of them weren’t particularly concerned about
appearances. The deep, dark liquid successfully made a few rounds between them
until it reached what Anna would call “the comfy line.”
Ricken’s head swam in the mixture of alcohol and Anna’s presence. He could feel
the heat emanating from her, made all the more apparent by the approaching
night. In the growing darkness the swishing of wine against glass and small,
satisfied gasps were the only noise in the otherwise quiet tent. Somewhere in
the time that had passed Anna had taken to drawing small circles in the fabric
of Ricken’s pajama pants. Too afraid to look down at her for fear of breaking
the calm serenity, Ricken lay in a comfortable haze. After a voiceless
eternity, Anna’s laugh cut through the silence.
“Y’know, it’s a funny story ‘bout how I got this wine.” Her normally lax speech
was made even looser by the alcohol. “It’s a Chon’sin vintage, but…” she paused
to take another swig then passed it back to Ricken. “This bottle of sunshine
was actually made in Ylisse. Goes way back to a minor dispute some years ago
that had Chon’sin on the losing end. Part of the terms of surrender was handing
over a tribute, ten percent of all exports for the next twenty years. Paying
for damages and such. Thing is, Chon’sin vintners are stubbornly proud of their
work. Won’t let any dirty Ylisseans use their grapes to make subpar wine.” She
smirked at an unspoken memory. “Long and short of it: Chon’sin bureaucracy is
helping me feed my alcoholism.”
It was meant as a joke, clearly, but Ricken still turned over her statement in
his mind trying to fill in the blanks that lead to the punchline and where
exactly Anna fit in. He suddenly realized he didn’t know the first thing about
her. He certainly knew her blunt and earnest nature was refreshing, if off-
putting, and he was slowly getting used to it. Sometimes eagerly expecting it.
But as for who the Anna was that lead to the Anna he knew now, he had no idea.
“I guess I’m not doing you any favors either.”
“I’m allowed to indulge now and then.” She swished the bottle around knowingly
and offered it once more to her companion, who accepted without thought. “Perks
of the job.”
Ricken felt her move off his lap, his blanket a poor substitute for warmth. She
hummed tunelessly as she reached into her bag. In a matter of moments, a small
light sparked and puffed into being. It grew imperceptibly, tiny flames licking
upwards and casting wild shadows against their surroundings. Onyx puffs of
smoke wafted out from a solitary match and crept into the boy’s nostrils.
Ricken glanced over to his right and could make out the faint outline of a
small oil lamp. Between the lamp, the wine, and Anna’s proximity to him, a dull
heat flushed across Ricken’s face. For the first time since she had entered the
tent, he took a good look at her and lost all capacity for thought or speech.
Anna was beautiful. Scarlet locks burned against the tepid flame of the lamp,
framing her heart-shaped face. She wore the knowing smirk that Ricken
continually longed to see. Even now he was lost in the soft contours of her
smile, the small vibrant pink of her lips pulled taut that lead into
mischievous dimples. He stole quick, intermittent glances at her piercing ruby-
red eyes, hoping that the darkness of the tent and his infirmity would mask his
attempts at being crafty. A childish hope, perhaps, but one that his inebriated
ego clung to.
The silence passed a moment too long and Ricken suddenly realized he had been
staring. His eyes darted frantically away from Anna, then back to her when he
deemed that too extreme a reaction. To his relief, her attention was still on
the flame in the lamp. The deep crimson pools of her eyes gazed longingly at
the flame, as if begging it into existence. Ricken coughed uncomfortably. It
felt like he was intruding on a private moment.
“I just realized… I don’t know what day it is or where we are,” he casually
remarked so as to dispel the awkward atmosphere he felt developing.
“Neither do I,” Anna replied as she straightened up to hang the lamp up on a
nearby hook. The intimate, nostalgic air she had surrounding her had dissipated
and she was back to her usual self. She plopped back down into her comfortable
resting place on Ricken, returning a much needed warmth back to his body. He
felt a shiver run once more through his groin as her arm lay across his lap to
prop herself up, but he did his best to suppress anything more than that. “Does
it matter?”
“I was thinking about my mother earlier.” He hadn’t meant to share that thought
out loud, but he didn’t particularly care. Another swig of wine passed his lips
and the bottle returned to its owner.
“Yeah?” Anna paused to take her own drink. She held the bottle up, scrutinizing
its contents. Less than a quarter remained. A good enough amount that she took
a hearty gulp. “I bet she’s nice.” The woman grinned to herself and produced
what was halfway between a hiccup and a guffaw. “Bet she runs a bakery.” Anna
settled deeper into his lap and sighed contentedly.
Ricken felt suddenly drawn to Anna, even deeper than he was before. Whether it
was a growing sense of daring or lack of inhibitions, he responded to her with
a wary hand that crept against her arm. “She does, actually. Back in Yllistol,
right off the city square.”
A slow giggle from Anna developed into a deep, earthy laugh shared by the two.
Amidst the laughter her free hand found itself resting gently against his
thigh. Without giving much thought as to why he did it, Ricken squeezed her
arm.
“Ain’t that some shit. She any good?”
“Of course she is, she owns a bakery.”
“Gonna hafta’ try some then.” She snuck another sip before passing the bottle
behind her to Ricken.
“You should. She sends a basket every month. Worries I’m gonna starve.”
“Nice lady. Wish my mom thoughta’ me like that.” Ricken didn’t know how to
respond to that. But he tried all the same.
“Are you close with your family?” He gave her arm a soft squeeze and she
returned it with one of her own against his thigh. Absentmindedly he took a
drink from the bottle.
Empty.
He dropped the it to the ground and closed his eyes, easing back into the
pillows that were piled against his back.
“‘s weird growin’ up with so many relatives,” Anna remarked, somewhere between
a scoff and a confession. She spoke as if she weren’t talking to anyone in
particular. “You think it’d be nice but you kinda get lost ‘n alluvit. Lotta
expectations. ‘s almos’ kinda funny how much I fought with my family.” Anna’s
speech was getting sloppier with each passing second. “Guess I was too wil’,
even fer their standards. But ‘s hard ta get noticed, sometimes.”
Anna’s body sunk deeper against Ricken. Through the bitter sting of wine and
antiseptic he could smell the faint trace of lemon and summer that was uniquely
Anna’s.
“Yer a good guy, Ricken,” she mumbled into his lap.
The inexplicable force that was drawing him to Anna had now swallowed him
whole.
He breathed her scent in one last time.
---
When Anna awoke the tent was coated in an inky blackness. An eerie sense of
calm permeated the air, both reinforced and held at bay by the steady golden
light of the oil lamp burning above. Years of experience, caution, and late-
night drinking judged that only an hour or so had passed. Her body still
radiated with the warmth of the alcohol, a feeling she never ceased to revel
in. Wine had always been a staple of her family’s merchant lifestyle, but it
wasn’t until she became familiar with the irresponsibilities of youth and
academia that she appreciated it for its inebriating qualities. For better or
for worse.
Muscles, tendons, and bones creaked and groaned in a pleasant cacophony of
rousing stretches. Anna pressed deeply against Ricken’s lap as she brushed the
cobwebs of sleep from her mind and body. Suddenly, she felt his body squirm
under her. She eased her way upright, ready to greet him, but was only met with
a light groan that melted back into soft, steady breathing.
The lamp hung above Ricken’s head, bathing him in muted yellow tones. Anna had
never taken a good chance to look closely at Ricken before. Certainly, she
thought he was cute, adorable, and a mix of several other innocent sounding
descriptors. But here, the lamp highlighting the contours of his flushed face,
chestnut hair draped lazily across his forehead and spilling back against the
pillow, she could see he would become a handsome young man.
A small voice raised in the back of her mind began to protest, but she
willingly sunk back into a haze of grogginess and inebriation. She ran a stray
hand slowly up his uninjured leg, poking and prodding along the way. Her
actions elicited another light groan and squirm from the boy, breathier and
heavier than the last time. The warmth from her absent body still clung to the
blanket, slowly dissipating into the cool of the night air. Mental gymnastics
and a sudden growing heat between her legs spurred her on to more daring
actions.
In one fluid motion Anna snaked her hands underneath the blanket and caught the
hem of his pajama pants. The uninterrupted breathing of a deep slumber gave her
the go-ahead to continue. She continued to drink in his features as she pulled
his pants down along with the blanket, stopping just shy of where his injury
began. His cock now free, she shifted her gaze downwards. This was the first
time she’d ever seen it in its natural state, unaffected by hormones or her
presence. That would quickly change.
She readjusted her seated position to make herself more comfortable and snuck
her fingers under his sack, gently grasping and tugging on his balls. Another
throaty groan and his slowly expanding member goaded her on further. The small
voice from before tried to speak up again, but seeing Ricken’s sleeping face
was enough to quiet it down once more. Still giving attentive care to his sack,
she leaned forward and ran her tongue lazily across his cock, starting from its
base and moving right. She left behind a wet trail that ended with a laughably
chaste kiss on the tip.
Her lips caressed the end of his member and suckled lightly. The groans came
more steadily now, transforming into low, heady moaning. She widened her mouth
just enough to let his cock slip in and slid her tongue around its length,
pushing back foreskin and enjoying the taste. What had been soft and malleable
in the cool air of the tent was rapidly becoming hard and firm against her
tongue. Blood rushed into Ricken’s member and expanded it, pleasantly filling
the confines of Anna’s mouth. There was a slight pause in her ministrations,
just enough where she could focus on the warmth and vitality coursing through
the cock in her mouth. Her own womanhood had begun to mirror Ricken’s
increasing arousal; a stray hand slid between her legs and pressed against her
mound. In spite of trousers and undergarments preventing her from slipping
fingers into her dampening folds, she nevertheless continued pressing against
the outside of her clothing. Slowly, her hips began to push back against her
hand.
Anna soon developed a back and forth rhythm between lavishing attention on the
throbbing cock in her mouth and sating the growing fire between her legs. The
small moans and squirms coming from Ricken were more than enough to keep her
sufficiently motivated in her endeavors. There was always the possibility that
he might wake up, but the comfortable warmth of the alcohol was enough of an
assurance that Anna could continue uninterrupted. While the thought of the
young mage waking up to the sensation of his dick being vigorously sucked
excited her to no end, she felt an even greater thrill from knowing that he was
helpless and at her mercy. Amidst the drunken haze of Ricken’s and her own
pleasure, the tiny protesting voice from before still remained. It was by no
means an unfamiliar feeling to Anna, but she’d had more than enough experience
with it to be able to ignore it.
Before that line of thinking could continue, Anna grabbed hungrily at Ricken’s
sack and pulled on the two swelling orbs within. Spittle ran down the sides of
her mouth as she engulfed the boy’s cock in a noisy, swirling vacuum, her agile
tongue attacking his member from all angles. Forcefully, almost angrily, her
head pushed forwards towards the base of Ricken’s cock then began to move back
slowly, ending at the tip. Her lips pursed lightly as she slid her tongue
against its entrance, lapping up the precum that now leaked out. Satisfied with
the amount of fluids she’d wrung out, Anna made her way back down to the root
and held her mouth there, inhaling Ricken’s scent.
She continued this obscene cycle through countless iterations, all following
the same general lascivious pattern: engulfing his cock within her eager mouth,
tirelessly kneading and tugging his balls, and gyrating furiously against her
own hand in a futile effort to satisfy her own desire. Whatever doubts or
reservations she had held before were gone now, replaced entirely by a pressing
need to make the two of them cum.
Ricken’s labored breathing picked up even more, signaling his approaching
climax. Anna worked herself into a frenzy, attacking all of the young mage’s
most sensitive spots as well as her own. She was the first to cum, juices
spilling out and forming a warm damp spot in her leggings. The sheer pleasure
and intensity of it spurred her on into one final attack. Anna noisily slurped
on Ricken’s cock as she pushed herself all the way to its base, a coarse bed of
hair pricking at her lips and nose; her other hand, meanwhile, massaged and
tugged at the malleable skin of his sack, as if to coax his fluids out.
It happened all at once. She felt his sack tighten in her grip and cock pulse
violently. A warm jet of cum shot into the back of her mouth, followed quickly
by a second. Without thinking, Anna swallowed hungrily. She lost herself in the
sensation of it all: the warmth of Ricken’s cock, the slick viscosity of his
cum as it splashed around in her mouth and slid down her throat, the pleasant
buzzing that coursed through her entire being, manifesting itself as a slow
rocking of her hips against her free hand and a low hum that reverberated
against the softening cock between her lips. She took her time cleaning up,
lazily licking away all traces of anything that had happened. Her pants would
need to be washed, but aside from that everything would be just as she had
found it.
A hot wave of shame washed over her then. The voice was getting louder. With a
quickness that bordered on clumsiness, Anna gathered her things and fixed
Ricken’s bedding. Some part of her had hoped that he would have woken up. At
least then she’d be able to play it all off as teasing. His hormones would have
done the rest.
She took one last look at at the boy before leaving.
Chapter End Notes
     I couldn't just leave these two alone. This chapter was something
     I've been chipping away at for a while now, but had lost some steam
     along the way. Trying to get back onto a daily writing regimen so
     that doesn't happen again. This was an interesting chapter for me to
     work on as I'm delving a little deeper into Anna and Ricken as
     characters. Hope you enjoyed! Next chapter expected to be released in
     2020.
End Notes
     Thanks for reading, if you reached this far! I know it's an unusual
     pairing but I absolutely loved writing Anna. This fic started out as
     a bit of a curiosity on my part but I quickly fell in love with the
     dynamic between Anna and Ricken. The flirty/shy and dominant/
     submissive archetypes are really fun to work with.
     It's not the most compelling premise. This is more for my own
     benefit, as I'm still not used to writing smut. My other work will be
     a bit more character/story focused, while "Member Card" will be
     pretty kinky so I can get some practice in. I'd like for this to
     continue as a series and focus more on Anna and Ricken as characters
     as much as I can. There will certainly be LOTS of smut, but I'm
     interested in developing their relationship as well. If you guys have
     any ideas or suggestions for kinks or scenarios to include I'm all
     ears. I can't guarantee I'll write them in but if they tickle my
     fancy I'll definitely consider it. As always, if you enjoyed reading
     don't forget to kudos, drop a comment below, and lemme know what you
     think!
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