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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/F
  Fandom:
      Fire_Emblem_Series, Fire_Emblem:_Rekka_no_Ken, Fire_Emblem:_Soen_no
      Kiseki/Akatsuki_no_Megami_|_Fire_Emblem_Path_of_Radiance/Radiant_Dawn,
      Fire_Emblem:_Shin_Monshō_no_Nazo_|_Fire_Emblem:_New_Mystery_of_the
      Emblem, Fire_Emblem:_Seisen_no_Keifu_|_Fire_Emblem:_Genealogy_of_the_Holy
      War, Fire_Emblem:_The_Sacred_Stones, Fire_Emblem:_Shin_Ankoku_Ryuu_to
      Hikari_no_Ken_|_Fire_Emblem:_Shadow_Dragon, Fire_Emblem:_Fuuin_no_Tsurugi
      |_Fire_Emblem:_Binding_Blade, Fire_Emblem:_If_|_Fire_Emblem:_Fates
  Relationship:
      Lyn/Florina, Titania/Mist, Female_Avatar/Katarina, Larcei/Patty, Eirika/
      L'Arachel, Minerva/Palla, Minerva/Catria, Minerva/Est, Heather/Nephenee_
      (Fire_Emblem), Elincia_Ridell_Crimea/Lukino_|_Lucia, Clarine/Dorothy,
      Camilla/Hinoka_(Fire_Emblem), Genny/Sonya
  Character:
      Lyn, Florina, Titania_(Fire_Emblem), Mist_(Fire_Emblem), Chris_(Fire
      Emblem), Katarina_(Fire_Emblem), Patty_(Fire_Emblem), Larcei_(Fire
      Emblem), Eirika, L'Arachel, Minerva_(Fire_Emblem), Palla_(Fire_Emblem),
      Katua_|_Catria, Est_-_Character, Heather_(Fire_Emblem), Nephenee_(Fire
      Emblem), Elincia_Ridell_Crimea, Lukino_|_Lucia, Clarine_(Fire_Emblem),
      Dorothy_(Fire_Emblem), Camilla_(Fire_Emblem), Hinoka_(Fire_Emblem), Genny
      (Fire_Emblem), Sonya_(Fire_Emblem)
  Additional Tags:
      yuri_collection
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-04-19 Updated: 2017-10-07 Chapters: 13/? Words: 15808
****** Yuri Emblem ******
by rightinthekokoro
Summary
     Series of one-shots set in various Fire Emblem games. As the title
     may indicate, there is a focus on yuri. There's a lot of it.
***** Blazing Sword: Lyn and Florina *****
One of the things Florina loved about Lyn was her curves.
Perhaps it was her Sacaen heritage. Or it also ran in House Caelin. Or the
intermarriage of both. Yet due to something or other, the young heiress of
Caelin and the last of the Lorca tribe was a very beautiful, voluptuous woman,
and Florina certainly appreciated that in her friend.
Who, at this point, was certainly not just a friend to her.
Lyn's curves were certainly on Florina's mind as the two engaged in a battle of
lips. Lyn had gone out for her afternoon ride as was her habit after joining
her grandfather Lord Hausen in Castle Caelin. As she had returned she found
Florina in her room, with a slight blush on her cheek. "L-Lyn..." was all the
pegasus knight could say before she took the Sacaen in an embrace. "What's up
Florina?" replied Lyn. "Oh, I'm just so happy... I can be with you now!"
Florina beamed up at her taller friend, who rubbed Florina's head in response.
"That's great. I'm just wondering though, why are you in my room? Did you want
to surprise me with something?" Lyn asked with a little pout. And as if to
answer the question, Florina reached up and gave Lyn her first kiss.
Lyn was taken aback at this sudden burst of assertion from her Ilian friend.
Nevertheless, she decided that she liked the situation - after all, Florina was
her best friend - and reciprocated the kiss. Florina, for her part, realized
just how much she had loved her friend, and now she had the best chance to show
it. Florina broke off their kiss, and confessed, "I love you, Lyn... Not just
as a friend, but I hope this to be more..." and once more kissed Lyn again.
Blushing, Lyn began to notice Florina's tongue snaking and licking her teeth.
Taking the hint, Lyn parted her jaws a little and had her tongue join Florina's
in their own battle. Gasping for breath, Florina broke off the kiss again
before whispering to Lyn. "Bed..." and with Florina's honeyed voice in her ear
Lyn could not help but be turned on.
The two then found themselves on Lyn's large bed, kissing once more with their
hands roaming around. Florina certainly appreciated the fullness of Lyn's body,
and Lyn could only but hold on to Florina's tiny back. Eventually the two felt
that clothing was but an obstacle in their lovemaking, and thus they began to
doff their clothes one by one. Lyn's sash securing her robe-like tunic was the
first to go, and Florina's armor padding was next. Soon the two were naked as
the day they were born, and the two young women drank in each other's sight.
Florina had loved Lyn's curves, yet with her now bare, she appreciated them
even more. Slender shoulders led down to full, bountiful breasts, which bounced
slightly with each breath Lyn took. Her ample chest led down to her narrow
waist, the curve very pronounced. Lyn's near hourglass figure led further down
to her wide hips, and then down to her beautiful legs, which ended in two small
yet powerful feet. Florina's eyes went back up again, focusing on the junction
of Lyn's legs. As was the Sacaen function, Lyn's pubic mound was all natural,
and the thought of nuzzling her nose in it simply made the Ilian excited. On
the other hand, Lyn saw just how much of a delicate flower Florina was. Her
small shoulders didn't exactly contrast with her bust, which did feature a pair
of perky, if small, tits. Florina's flat stomach led down to her hips, which
had the effect of accentuating her butt. Pale legs completed the package, and
Lyn's eyes were drawn to the central apex of her friend's small body, which
unlike hers, was mostly bare save for a small patch of lilac hair.
To Lyn's surprise, Florina took charge once more, and lay on top of her, with
Florina's small breasts grinding against Lyn's mounds. The two kissed again,
completely full of lust, and as they ground against either other Florina could
feel Lyn's cunny squish against hers. The differing textures of their cores
made both women shudder in pleasure, and they felt themselves getting very wet
and excited. Florina had other ideas, however, and swung herself around Lyn,
leaving her glistening puss in Lyn's face, whilst she faced Lyn's holes. Lyn
was puzzled as to what her pegasus knight friend-turned-lover had in mind,
until she felt Florina's tongue start to explore her hairy, plump hole like a
cat would lap up milk. At this, Lyn let out a very earthy moan, and realizing
what Florina was up to, began to respond, giving Florina's nearly-bare hole her
own tongue bath. Florina squealed at what her Sacaen friend was doing, which
temporarily distracted her. "Don't s-stop..." Lyn mewled lewdly, begging for
her to continue.
Florina realized that Lyn's curves weren't the only thing she loved about her;
she would have to add her unique taste. Lyn had the intoxicating smell of a
Sacaen horsewoman about her, yet her juices had a distinctive sweetness to
them. Florina's first taste of woman dew was an amazing first impression.
Likewise, Lyn liked Florina's love dew, and though not sweet, it was decidedly
something that belonged to the young pegasus knight. Leveraging her height
advantage, Lyn began to tease Florina's opening with her thumb as she continued
to lap up, and Florina would follow suit, even going as far as slipping a slim
lance-like finger into Lyn's core. With the young swordswoman realizing her
disadvantage, she yielded, her moans getting louder as Florina continued
licking her as her finger explored. Both girls felt a pressure building up
inside of them, and as their pleasure stretched to their breaking points, they
found each other's clits - Lyn finding Florina's with her thumb, Florina giving
Lyn's a particularly forceful lick - and then came, their pent up sexual
energies released.
"Can I sleep with you Lyn?" Florina asked as the two spent the night underneath
the sheets. "Sure..." was the reply, and the two girls fell asleep in each
other's arms.
***** Path of Radiance: Titania and Mist *****
Chapter Summary
     A young cleric helps her friend relax.
Chapter Notes
     I actually had a Jill/Lethe chapter planned at first, but it gave me
     severe writer's block, so I went and decided to do my plan B instead.
For some reason, Titania could not sleep.
She could not think of any particular reason why - though she had the feeling
it was just her stress and frustrations coming to a head. She'd gone through a
lot in the past few months. Not only had her leader Greil, the man she was in
love with, perished at the hands of a sinister assassin, she and the rest of
the Greil Mercenaries, now lead by Greil's son Ike, were on a crucial mission
to liberate Crimea from the control of the kingdom of Daein. This had taken
them all around Tellius, and after a stop in Gallia and a brief return to
Crimea, the group was now on a ship to seek aid from the Begnion Empire.
The redheaded paladin closed her eyes and put her face in her hands, in an
effort to welcome the land of dreams. Yet nothing came for her; soon, though, a
knock came at her cabin door. "Come in," and to Titania's surprise the young
cleric Mist came in. She was Greil's daughter and Ike's sister, and she was
growing into a fine young woman. "What brings you here, Mist?"
"I just felt something was odd, so I decided to check around. Everyone else is
fast asleep, except for the crew, and you..." Mist then replied. "Yeah, I can't
really sleep. Something doesn't sit right with me, and I don't know what it
is," answered the older woman. "Hm..." Mist bunched up her eyebrows in a
thoughtful expression, and after a few seconds of thinking then said, "I think
I know what's ailing you. You're just a bit too tense lately. And you worry too
much."
"Is that so?" asked Titania, curious as to what the younger girl was up to.
"Tell you what, I help you relax. I'm not gonna need a Heal staff, you look
okay to me as far as that's concerned." Mist then sat behind Titania on her
bed, and started to rub Titania's shoulders eagerly. The redhead exhaled as she
felt a little less stressed at this. "Go on..."
"Your shoulders feel really tense and tight. Just relax and loosen up," and as
Titania complied she suddenly felt Mist give her a peck on the cheek. The
paladin went wide-eyed, but thought nothing of this for now. As Mist continued
to rub her shoulders, she would occasionally dip lower, kneading the redhead's
upper chest. Again, the cleric kissed her again, on the other cheek this time,
and this time Titania was suspicious. "M-Mist? What are you doing?" Mist simply
smiled before her reply. "I'm just helping you relax! Plus, I do have a bit of
a crush on you, Titania," said the brunette matter-of-factly before continuing
her massage.
This was news to the paladin. Granted, she was a fine warrior, and she was one
of the strongest members of their mercenary group. She had been Greil's right-
hand woman, after all, and she felt that being one of Ike's mentors was one of
the best ways to honor Greil's memory. She had to admit to herself too that she
was not just a powerful knight, but also a beautiful woman. Long red hair tied
in a braid accented a pretty face, and her elegant armor completed the picture.
Mist had other ideas, though, which broke Titania's reverie. Mist had stopped
rubbing her shoulders, and was now working on her upper arms; the cleric was
also adding her kisses down the paladin's neck. Titania whimpered, and Mist
took this as an injunction to continue, and as the brunette kissed down her
neck her right hand brushed over her now armor-free chest. The redhead had
foregone armor that night, as she had learned that they were passing a
relatively calm section of the sea, free of both storms and fearsome bird
laguz. Thus, she had worn her nightgown for the first time in weeks, and as she
wore nothing underneath the fact that Mist's right hand passed her breast -
inadvertently or not - caused her nipple to harden. "Mist, please..." A longing
that Titania had forgotten about, the promise of her sexual release, had
suddenly welled up; she had needs like anyone else, but the need for contact
had one she had been denied for some time now.
Mist took this as a cue to step up her game. Abandoning Titania's toned arms,
she began to rub the redhead's bust through the nightgown, while sucking on the
paladin's neck. The older woman whimpered, feeling pleasure at the cleric's
silken touch. She felt the girl's left hand snake underneath the sheer fabric
and cup her left breast, her thumb and forefinger teasing the nipple. "Mmmph,
more," was the reply, and Titania felt her loins warm once more, pent-up
frustrations releasing themselves, albeit in a trickle at first. "Let's get
this off," and Titania nodded, raising her arms as Mist divested her of her
nightgown, leaving her in but her smallclothes, which the paladin could feel
were getting increasingly damp. Now Titania's full breasts were exposed to the
moonlight, and Mist briefly marveled at them before rubbing both of them. As
she started, she gave Titania a long kiss, one filled with passions releasing
frustration and infatuation.
Titania heard shuffling from behind her, and she looked behind her, Mist had
doffed her clothing, nude as the day she was born. The paladin was amazed at
the blooming flower in front of her; the once adorable girl who had brought joy
to their mercenary band was soon to be a very lovely woman. Her lithe build
complemented her budding, perky breasts, and her flat stomach led down to
widening hips. And then Titania looked down, right at her friend's apex, and
she saw a small well-trimmed patch of light brown hair, that pointed towards a
prize that glistened in the moonlight.
"Lie down...", Mist sat in front of Titania, and as the older woman did so Mist
began to kiss her down her chest, across both breasts, giving each nipple a
little suck. "I really love your breasts, Titania, they're so nice and full..."
the brunette continued. Mist also kissed the surprisingly sensitive underside
of the paladin's treasures, and as she did so she put her right hand in to
Titania's undergarments. With some effort, she then slid them off, leaving them
hanging on the redhead's left leg. Mist looked down, and her lover's core was
proof that the carpet matched the drapes. Crimson curls in a full bush simply
enhanced how inviting, how enticing, how wet Titania was. Thus the paladin did
not complain when Mist slid a finger into her, but instead let a low whimper
escape her mouth. Her sexual energies were now a torrent, and Titania was
starting to really loosen up.
The paladin reached down to Mist's treasure, and explored the wet folds. She
had declined to follow the cleric's suit and push her finger in; she didn't
want to fully take the maidenhood of Greil's daughter after all. The two then
kissed once more, with their fingers joining in with their yonic symphonies,
Mist having added two more of her dainty fingers to the assault on Titania's
core. Both felt so close, yet before full release the cleric withdrew her
fingers. Showing them shining to the older woman, Titania also ceased rubbing
Mist's cunny, also revealing their wetness. Both women licked up their
partner's taste, and found it very pleasing. They then kissed again for the
third time, their arousal mixing in with their saliva as they danced tongues
once more.
As their upper lips met, so did their lower. Mist loved the feel of Titania's
hairs dancing on her bare core, and likewise Titania felt Mist's trimmed
smoothness on her labia. The dual pleasures of kisses and tribadism would drive
the two crazy, though, and soon both found their release. "Mist, Mist!
Ooooh..." cried out the paladin first as she achieved a long-denied orgasm.
"Ahhhhh!" Mist then joined her in her afterglow, as the young cleric's first
orgasm rocked her tight body.
"Thanks a lot, Mist, that really helped," called out Titania as Mist had
dressed herself again, and discreetly returned to her to avoid suspicion. The
brunette gave her one last look and smiled, yet saw her newfound lover now
taken by sleep, before heading back.
 
***** New Mystery of the Emblem: Chris/Katarina *****
Chapter Summary
     Marth's bodyguard happened to really, REALLY miss her best friend.
Chapter Notes
     I actually had the idea really planned for this fic when I was
     looking up FE art and realizing that Katarina's got a damn fine
     chest. From there everything kind of fell into place.
     For FE1/FE11 I'll be using the Shadow Dragon prefix collectively. For
     FE3/FE12 though I'll use the New Mystery of the Emblem prefix if it
     involves characters only in the latter, like in this case.
Chris felt her heart beat excitedly. If she didn't know better, she would have
sworn that it would have burst out of her chest and continued its pulsing.
Nevertheless, the young lady knight who was Prince Marth of Altea's sworn sword
was as nervous as a young student at Khadein, as she knocked upon the door.
The reason for her excitement was the person who was in that room at that
moment. The young mage Katarina had been the first friend Chris had made during
her training as a knight in Altea's service. Katarina had served as Chris' and
the Seventh Platoon's tactician during their exercises. It was during that time
that the swordswoman had learned of love, and one night as myrmidon and
tactician were up late at night discussing their training, one thing led to
another, and Chris had lost her virginity that night. It thus came as a shock
when Katarina revealed her true identity as the assassin Eine, and Chris was
forced to fight her friend and once lover to protect her liege Marth.
All throughout the War of Heroes, Chris had pined, yet things changed when
during a certain battle the lady knight met Katarina again. After a heartfelt
plea, Katarina had decided to turn her back on her assassin past, and soon
joined Marth's army, with every intent of atoning for her crimes. Chris,
therefore, decided to welcome her tactician with open arms - and, if her plan
succeeded, much more.
"Oh, hey, Chris..." began the mage - yet as she fully opened the door Chris
tackled her to the ground, causing both to fall. "I missed you so much..." said
the knight, tears of joy running down her face. "I did, too... I could not help
but think twice about what happened there in Altea," came Katarina's reply.
"Promise me you'll never leave me," asked the myrmidon, and as Katarina nodded,
Chris stood up, and closed the door behind them. "I had a sort of welcome-back
present I prepared for you," said the bluenette, and at this Katarina's
curiosity got the better of her. "What is it Chris?" she asked. "Just you see,"
and with a mischievous grin she pushed the tactician on to her bed and
straddled her, giving her a long-awaited kiss. It was readily apparent how much
Chris had missed Katarina, as the kiss had a great feeling of need and pent-up
pining. The mage reciprocated readily, her own feelings entwined with her
friend's.
As time passed, the kiss got deeper. Surprisingly, Katarina had been the one to
first use her tongue, and Chris could not help but feel emboldened and
appreciated that her lover had remembered. Parting for breath, their mouths
came apart, a trail of saliva bridging them. "That was just part one," said the
myrmidon with a twinkle in her eye, and proceeded to kiss the mage down her
neck. As she did so, she began undoing the dress Katarina wore, revealing her
very full bosom. Chris fondly remembered their first time; that night, she had
playfully teased the tactician about her large assets.
"And I thought mine were big enough; yours are like pillows!" "C-Chris! I'm
embarrassed!
The Altean knight was determined to recreate that beautiful night, when she had
learned of pleasure at the hands of another. As she continued kissing
Katarina's neck, she began to rub her lover's large tits, still marveling at
them in spite of having seen them already. "C-Chris... please..." the mage had
that glassy look on her, and as the swordswoman allowed her girl friend some
respite, she began to undress herself.
An almost unhealthy obsession with training had given Chris a very well-toned,
fit body, and if Katarina was Venus curvy and enticing, then the myrmidon was
Diana, athletic and seductive. Her own breasts were not insignificantly sized;
it was just that compared to Katarina's they looked small. Her flat stomach
accented her figure, and Katarina briefly saw her lover's triangle of blue hair
before Chris had taken out something from her belt pouch and slid it on. The
tactician then realized it was the strap-on phallus that she had used months
before to take Chris's maidenhood, and realizing her lover had every intention
of paying her back decided to finally free herself of whatever clothing she had
left, and presented herself, arse up in the air, her core dripping with built-
up lust.
Chris gave Katarina one more kiss, this time brief however, and started her
ministrations. She gave the mage's cunny a long sniff, heady at the smell of
those juices she had longed for, appreciating that Katarina's purple curls
would make those linger for a bit. The myrmidon shifted herself, positioning
the toy at the other girl's entrance, and pushed it. It slid easily in - mainly
because the tactician was so wet - and Katarina felt the phallus fill her
completely. "Eep!" squeaked the mage at this, and as Chris began to thrust into
her she squeaked a little more. That was one of the things that drove the
Altean crazy with the former assassin - in many ways she was just an adorable
woman. "Aah..." Chris let out a moan of her own, as the strap-on had been
carefully positioned to push against her own clit. Soon, Katarina's squeaks
turned into longer moans, and she was soon nearly screaming, letting the
knight's repeated strikes with her sword give her pleasure. And as Chris sent
one final thrust into Katarina, it had done two things: the head of the toy
slid across a rough spot the mage had recalled was very sensitive inside her,
and the force had given the swordswoman's very sensitive, needy love button the
last push it needed. Thus both girls had reached their orgasms, their pent-up
energies giving it an extra powerful release, to the point where Katarina's
juices had spurted all over the phallus as it slid out.
Chris then detached the rod from its harness. "Let's lick this up, Katarina..."
came the honeyed invite of the Altean. The two then licked up the wet toy,
tasting the mage's juices on it. Katarina found her own taste likable, and as
she looked Chris in the eyes the two had the same idea. With one last lick
going up to the tip, their mouths then joined in a kiss, their saliva and the
tactician's love honey mingling in their mouths. As they then parted for
breath, Chris could not help but say, "I love you, Katarina..." and soon joined
the realm of dreams. The mage then embraced her lover, whispering, "So do I,
Chris," and gently rested the Altean's head on her bountiful chest. Soon, even
she had fallen asleep, and the two would share a bed once more, hopefully with
more to come.
 
***** Genealogy of the Holy War: Larcei/Patty *****
Chapter Summary
     A girl catches a thief, and things get steamier than they should.
Chapter Notes
     Credit for the pairing goes to Napkin Nelly, whoever you are.
Larcei was beside herself when she had learned that the Silver Sword she had
inherited from her mother was stolen. Not only was it an heirloom she held for
the mother she had believed to be alive, it was also the weapon she had
considered as her personal preference as of late. It was light yet powerful,
which fit her fighting style of quick strikes at an enemy.
Nevertheless, whoever did this would have to pay, dearly. And while Larcei had
her own suspicions as to who stole her precious blade, she realized she would
have to catch the perpetrator in the act. Thus did that night find the myrmidon
hidden behind a bunch of crates underneath a cloak, staking out the front of
her tent. Minute after agoniizing minute did she spend, staving off yawns as
she watched closely. Then no sooner as Larcei started to nod off did she spot a
figure stealthily approach her tent, looking furtively. She didn't get a good
look at the thief's face, thus she sneaked to the entrance of the tent itself.
A mop of tousled blonde hair met Larcei's eyes as she bumped into the culprit,
knocking both of them to the ground. "P-Patty?" exclaimed the myrmidon, seeing
the young rogue try and pick herself up. "Did you steal my Silver Sword?" Patty
replied, "Y-yeah, and what-" "Where is it?" asked the raven haired girl, trying
to hold herself back from shouting lest she wake up the entire army. "Hmph! I
was just trying it out. Can't a girl borrow from her friends after all?" "Yeah,
but you did it without my permission! That's, that's stealing!," Larcei nearly
cried out, frustration seeping out of her voice.
"Hmph. I was about to return it anyway..." whined Patty. "It's in your tent
again." As she moved up to leave, she bent down, giving Larcei a little peek of
her breasts bouncing and her legs extending. At that moment, Larcei felt
something strange, and she was also a little tingly down between her own legs.
It had been so long since she had found some sort of release, after all... All
the battles they had to face to liberate Grannvale and Jugdral from the
Loptyrians had left her with very little "me" time, and whilst she had
fantasized most frequently about Shanan she considered herself an open-minded
person. Maybe she might be into women, too.
Before Patty could thus abscond with nary but a brief chewing out from her
friend, she then felt Larcei grip at her wrist. "Hey! What's the deal this
time?" asked the thief to no reply but a deceptively sweet smile from the
black-haired woman. Larcei led her back into her tent, and after sighing in
relief at Patty telling the truth about the sword - it was back on top of her
weapon rack - she licked her lips, and keeping her hand on Patty's wrist the
whole time Larcei then in one fluid motion had bent the blonde over on her lap
as the myrmidon sat on the cot inside.
"You've been a bad girl," purred Larcei, "a VERY bad girl," and with this she
gave Patty's pert rear, invitingly jutting itself out, a slap. "Owwie!" cried
out the thief, and soon Larcei began to slap her ass again, this time on the
other cheek. "This is for all those times you sneaked stuff from us~", and soon
came another slap, and though each stung, she had felt a welling in her loins
that to some hidden part in Patty's brain was no surprise at all. She liked how
hot-blooded the Isaachian could get, and she was after all one of the beauties
of Seliph's army, a great distinction given that nearly everyone in it was easy
on the eyes. Soon she stopped whimpering in pain, even as Larcei slapped her
buns, giving each a slight squeeze on occasion.
Larcei then hiked up Patty's skirt and slowly stripped off her leggings,
revealing the round arse that was reddened with her spanking. Her underwear was
surprisingly white, given how the thief seemed to favor the color yellow
strongly as if to match her hair. Larcei, though could see a certain spot
looking very wet.
"Bad girls must be punished, you know?" then said the myrmidon, with a twinkle
in her eye, and as she gave Patty a wink Larcei started to tease her through
her panties. "L-Larcei... please..." groaned the thief, and as her friend was
rubbing her Larcei reached a bit down and gave her a brief kiss. "Nnn!" cried
the thief as her libido was further stoked, yet suddenly the skilled sword
fighter's hand withdrew and licked her fingers. "Oh, so is this all the great
Patty can do?," Larcei purred once more, and slowly, agonizingly, she slid her
friend's smallclothes down her legs.
Larcei leaned back to her left and was pleasantly surprised with the view.
Patty's bubble butt was front and center, yet lower the blackhaired girl was
able to see her friend's drenched vulva for the first time. It showed her the
thief, surprisingly, was in the habit of shaving herself down there, her lower
lips looking bare of any hair. "Oh, this will be great," smirked Larcei as
without warning, she shoved two of her fingers into Patty's love canal.
"Larcei! What are you doing?" cried out the thief as she mewled out in a mix of
surprise and pleasure as Larcei had given her, with each finger artfully
curling inside her. "T-that feels good~" continued the thief as Larcei's
fingers sampled her box so well.
It would not take too long before Larcei's finger crooked inside her and found
one particularly sensitive spot. "Larcei! I'm coming!" cried out Patty as she
rode out her orgasm, mewling and panting even as Larcei had withdrawn her
fingers. The blonde then got another glimpse of the ravenhair lick her own
juices off of her finger, with another seductive wink towards the thief. "We're
not done yet, lovely," then continued Larcei, then motioning to Patty -
thankful that she still had some energy left - both girls had doffed their
clothing.
Patty could do naught but gawk at Larcei. Simply put, the swordswoman was as
seductive as she fought on the battlefield. Her full figure bore decently sized
breasts that due to her style did not interfere in her sword fighting. Her hips
were nice and wide, which were enhanced by a slim waist. To Patty, Larcei's
legs could go for miles, and the patch of jet black hair that was at the
junction of said legs was a riddle to be solved, with pleasure as reward.
Patty turned red when she had heard Larcei gawk at her. "Oh, wow, you're
hot..." and while the thief was a peppy girl herself she did not think of
herself as on Larcei's level. Whilst her figure was not as full and curvy as
the myrmidon's, she still had a lithe, athletic build, perfect for ones engaged
in combat skullduggery. Her perky tits were topped by pale pink nipples, and
her bare cunny had left nothing to imagination, her lower lips open in thirst
for more. Larcei then gave Patty a long kiss, with the thief somehow tasting
her juices on the swordswoman's tongue. Letting go to breathe, Larcei then laid
herself down on the bed, and with a seductive touch Patty did not know of until
that night, spread her legs open invitingly, and with a honeyed command - yes,
Patty was sure it was such - asked of her, "Eat me."
Patty could not help but oblige her friend, and as she brough her face to the
Isaachian's love pot she felt really giddy. It must have been a mix of her
emotions mingling in her mind and the enticing aroma of the yoni underath her.
The thief took a sniff at the lingering droplets of arousal remaining on the
coal-black curls of her friend, and with sudden gusto began to eat Larcei out.
And this was one taste she would not forget. Larcei began to mewl as Patty gave
her a long-awaited tongue bath, putting her hand on Patty's head to beg her to
continue. On her part, the thief loved the texture in addition to the scent of
Larcei's core, loving how soft and inviting the folds were, framed as they were
by dark curls. She continued to lick upward, and once the thief had found the
pearl she was looking for, she began to take it for her own - and as Patty
finished her last heist of that night, Larcei screamed, "Patty!" and all was
dark for the myrmidon.
Larcei came to as the sounds of the army heralding the arrival of dawn bustled
around her. To her surprise, she had found Patty lying atop of her, fast
asleep. "You may be a bad girl," muttered Larcei as she carefully stood up from
her cot, lest she wake her now-special friend, "but you're MY bad girl."
 
***** Sacred Stones, Eirika and L'Arachel *****
Chapter Summary
     Two princesses bond before a coronation.
     If by bonding you mean screwing each other's brains senseless.
Chapter Notes
     I went with this chapter because I'm playing through my hacked
     version of FE8. Message me or post in the comments if you're curious.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Long-hidden passions ran deep as the princess of Renais gave the heiress of
Rausten a long, soulful kiss. Eirika was cradling L'Arachel in her arms as the
two young women had discovered their feelings for each other. Both were in
their everyday clothes, Eirika in the red blouse and skirt she wore underneath
her armor, L'Arachel in the white dress she wore. The troubadour had visited
Renais for Ephraim's coronation, and as she had just arrived L'Arachel had yet
to wear the gown she had prepared for the occasion.
Some priorities were more important, of course; the healer had practically
headed straight for Eirika's chambers as soon as she had stabled her horse.
Which of course meant that she still smelled of outdoors and sweat, but the
blue-haired girl did not mind, as no matter what, L'Arachel's lips still tasted
just as sweet. Eventually, however, the Raustenian broke off the kiss, and
uttered one word. "Bath," obviously referring to the fact that she did want to
get clean. As such they headed the bath room, and though spartan in its design
Eirika's wash room was still fit for a princess. Water was freshly drawn that
day, so Eirika breathed to her lover "perfect timing!" before resuming their
kiss.
Both women started doffing their garments, with L'Arachel discarding her road-
worn, dirty clothes; white did not stain well, as everyone knew. Eirika
followed suit, and the two would gaze in wonder at each other, admiring their
respective forms.
Eirika was the taller of the two, yet she had the same curvy yet lithe build as
her friend. Pale shoulders led down to nicely rounded breasts topped with light
brown nipples, looking like cute buttons atop a linen shift. These started to
harden as the swordswoman's arousal grew, aware that the woman she loved was in
awe at her as nature intended. L'Arachel's eyes traveled downwards as they
surveyed Eirika's tight stomach, and even further down, marveling at the wide
hips that implied a generous rear, and creamy white thighs that the healer
could think of licking and kissing all night long. The Renais woman's lovely
legs ended in surprisingly dainty feet - L'Arachel could not help but think how
this happened, considering Eirika spent more time fighting in her boots than
she did, horse and all - but no matter. Last but not least the troubadour gave
her lover's turquoise triangle of smooth hair a peek, and she would swear that
there was a droplet or two of her arousal about.
For her part Eirika would realize her girlfriend wasn't just a hammy warrior of
justice. In fact, she was a desired beauty herself. L'Arachel had undone her
hair bow, leaving her green-yellow waves of hair tangled about her shoulders,
and which partially obscured her slightly smaller, but no less enticing,
breasts, topped by nipples with a very nice pink. The shorter woman also had a
breathtaking figure, yet where Eirika was obviously toned L'Arachel was more
curvy; her stomach covered by a small layer of fat that the swordswoman had
loved to knead from their first time together. Her hips were wider than
Eirika's, and her legs were that of a regular rider - slightly bowed, yet no
less delicious. Eirika's eyes also stopped for a bit at L'Arachel's core,
covered as it was by chartreuse curls, and which looked very inviting to the
soon to be queen of Renais.
The two climbed into the bath and felt the cool water wash away the sweat and
dirt from their bodies. L'Arachel had gotten the bathing brush to clean her
back, and as she grasped it and ran it across her back Eirika groped her from
behind and cupped her tits. "Eirika! You naughty--" she started before her
princess gave her another kiss. L'Arachel moaned into it, then as Eirika
withdrew she let L'Arachel continue cleaning her back, but not without keeping
a hand on the troubadour's breast. Humming - or was it moaning? - Eirika
thought, before deciding it was a bit of both, ringed through the bath room.
Discarding the brush for now, L'Arachel then reached for the soap, and as she
took it Eirika grabbed her wrist, took the soap with her other hand, telling
her, "let me do this for you, my esteemed guest..." and began to soap up the
Raustenian, with perhaps lingering attention on her perky bosom. L'Arachel
certainly did not mind being paid attention to, especially when she felt her
crotch getting wet, and definitely not from the bath water.
As if reading the mind of the troubadour, Eirika then suddenly thrust her right
hand downward and began to pet L'Arachel's core, feeling the other girl's
garden brush against her fingers. Moving further, Eirika began to rub at her
lover's lips, making it open like a flower in midday, dripping with arousal. As
the loud girl began to coo, Eirika began to nibble at her ear and her left hand
continued to knead L'Arachel's chest. "M-more, Eirika... please, make love to
me!" And thus emboldened by her lover's lust, Eirika increased her attack -
squeezing L'Arachel's left nipple while her index and middle fingers slipped
inside the troubadour's honey pot. Eirika continued her romantic attack, her
breaths indicating the hard work she put into pleasuring her healer friend.
"Yaahhh... " L'Arachel was this close to screaming, and as Eirika gave her
earlobe a nice, long lick, her thumb and forefinger giving her nipple a right
squeeze, and as Eirika's thumb found her clit whilst her fingers found
a particularly sensitive spot inside her...
All was a dazzling white for L'Arachel as sparks flew inside her half-lidded
eyes, feeling a dam of pleasure burst from inside her, letting her experience
her first orgasm at the hands of another. Soon, Eirika then took her fingers
out of the healer, and after a quick brushing and soaping she had exited the
tub, putting on but her simple bath robe. "Come, L'Arachel... there's so much
more to enjoy this night together," the teal lady beckoned, and as L'Arachel's
legs were still shaking from that mind-blowing experience, Eirika helped her
up, and the two dried themselves off.
L'Arachel wanted to return the favor, of course. The two quickly got into bed,
kissing each other once more as their carnal love for each other quickly went
realized. Their bath robes were soon dealt with, and L'Arachel took charge this
time, kissing her friend down her body. As she gave Eirika's full lips one last
peck, she kissed down her neck, taking care to blow on it. Continuing down, she
kissed the Renais princess' collar bone, before landing her face in between
Eirika's gorgeous teats. Kissing up the left mound, she then gave the dark
nipple a quick peck before heading down again to the valley between them.
Likewise, she gave the right mound that treatment, and after kissing the right
nipple L'Arachel headed further down. She kissed down her lover's toned stomach
- giving a quick tongue bath to her navel - and continued down. "Eep!" mewled
Eirika as L'Arachel had done that particular stunt. Finally, she then reached
the thing she had looked forward to the most.
Whereas L'Arachel had mostly kept her own bush mostly unkempt - because it was
easier defeating villains without really thinking of that - Eirika was
obviously in the business of maintaining her own garden. Teal hair felt smooth
and well trimmed, and her plump, inviting mound - through which beads of
arousal were beginning to form - was kept surprisingly free of hair itself. Not
only that, yet Eirika's other pucker - which was part of L'Arachel's special
idea for that night - was well-maintained and looked inviting too. L'Arachel
gave her index finger a long lick, long enough for saliva to wet it, and with
the words, "I love you, Eirika. I really do..." the troubadour began her two
pronged assault. Her tongue immediately met the swordswoman's cunny, licking up
the juices that had gathered, requesting access to this sanctum of Venus. The
wetted finger, to Eirika's astonishment, slid inside her ass, opening the door
to something that Eirika had never done before.
"Oh! L'Arachel, you dirty minx...." was all the teal princess could moan before
she broke into incoherence. L'Arachel's tongue - one that had a habit of
speaking in exaggerations and boasts - was now licking at her love hole, while
her finger had probed the hole she did not dare touch, let alone let others
touch. The troubadour continued her onslaught, and as Eirika's labia opened she
gave the inner lips an appreciative lick before starting to probe for the
taller girl's own sacred stone. She redoubled her efforts inside the other
hole, her finger speeding up its penetration of Eirika's arse. "More, my
love... there's the spot..." was what Eirika said, managing to gather her
thoughts one last time before the pleasure got to her. Finally, L'Arachel's
tongue had met Eirika's jewel, and as she withdrew her finger from the teal
woman's backdoor, allowing her sphincter to then relax and stimulate the
nerves, Eirika came hard, her eyes rolling, her mouth watering, and most of
all, her womanhood spewing its love juices on to the sheets. It was to no avail
that L'Arachel tried to lick up her love's honey, as there was simply too much.
"You know, we should wake up early tomorrow - can't be late for your brother's
coronation," said the troubadour to her friend - now lover - before yawning and
falling slowly but surely into sleep. "Y-yeah," was the other's tired reply to
this, and swordswoman and healer would spend the night in each other's arms,
their hands clasped in each other's, dreaming of more nights like this to come.
Chapter End Notes
     After this chapter I actually have some plans.
     Hint hint: trilogy. Pegasus Knights. One very frustrated redheaded
     princess.
***** Shadow Dragon: Minerva and Palla *****
Chapter Summary
     First off: the eldest sister keeps her lover's bed warm.
Chapter Notes
     First part of a mini-series involving the Whitewing sisters and their
     commander, the dracoknight Princess Minerva.
     No hints as to which Whitewing will be next. Figure it out yourself
     ;)
Minerva found herself tired after a long day of training. Whilst she was a
princess, she was also a formidable Dracoknight who was skilled with both axe
and lance. She had also founded her own order of flying knights, known as the
Whitewings; its members were three sisters named Palla, Catria, and Est. She
had chosen those three based on their potential to soon be powerful warriors
who would strike from the air and evade their enemies' blows.
But unbeknownst to most was that she had chosen the three sisters not only for
their combat potential, but also for their prowess in the bedroom. Minerva had
never found it strange nor odd that her tastes tended towards her own fellow
women, and she did enjoy the fringe benefits of being a Medonian princess. Each
of the Whitewing sisters provided their own routes towards pleasure, and yet
Minerva did not feel like she was using them, for she loved them, and, in her
mind, they loved her.
The redheaded princess stretched her arms and yawned before opening the door to
her chambers. To her pleasant surprise, she found the eldest Whitewing, a
greenhaired pegasus knight named Palla, reclining on her bed in but a sheer
nightgown. From the little moonlight there was, she could tell that Palla had
chosen to wear nothing underneath said dress. "Good evening, my commander..."
came a surprisingly honeyed greeting from the greenhair. After all, she was the
dutiful eldest sister, always caring for her sisters and Minerva. That said
though, being the eldest did have its benefits. For one, she was the most
sexually experienced, losing her maidenhood to a fellow pegasus knight during
her initial training. Thus, if Minerva ever needed someone to soothe her and to
be on the receiving end of passionate lovemaking, Palla was the perfect choice.
As Minerva roved her eyes over Palla's barely covered curves, she had doffed
her armor and was clad but in a simple red dress. That soon was also gone, and
even her smallclothes too. Minerva had opted to sleep in the nude that night,
wanting to both experience the cool Medonian spring and the touch of her sworn
spear. The moonlight bathed Minerva's form with a faint silver light, and the
green Whitewing could not help but desire her commander. Palla was curvier and
more... womanly, yet Minerva was but a living goddess. Her breasts were not too
big and not too small, and coffee-brown nipples complemented her sun-bronzed
skin well. Her hips flared out, leading down to her delectable thighs. Between
her legs was a well-trimmed patch of crimson, and Palla knew that spot very
well, having had made love to her princess quite a few times at Minerva's
behest.
She then laid down right next to Palla, and with a "good evening to you too, my
Whitewing," she started it off by kissing the greenhair. Even though she wanted
to be the one touched, to be pleasured, to be on the receiving end, she always
started things off, even with just a simple kiss. After a minute or so Minerva
relaxed a bit and let Palla take over. The eldest sister slid her tongue into
her princess' mouth, allowing it to battle in an increasing struggle for lust.
Palla was holding Minerva's nape to allow her better access, and soon the two
flyers gasped for breath. But the night was young for both of them. "Turn
around please, commander," came Palla's request, and as Minerva did so she felt
the greenhair's hands touch her. Palla's left hand was massaging her back,
whilst the right began to knead her breast. At this Minerva let out a light
moan, but begged of Palla to continue. "Go on, my dearest Palla, come and touch
me," said the dracoknight in a pleasured mewl. At this Palla's left hand then
left her back and followed suit with her right hand, both hands kneading and
squeezing Minerva's lovely breasts. Palla by this time had partnered her attack
on her commander's bosom with a few kisses down Minerva's nape.
Palla had more ideas than just lulling her mistress to sleep by squeezing her
tits though. As usual, she snaked her hand down to where the redheaded
princess' treasure was to be found, and as her fingers brushed through familiar
crimson curls, she would then rest her index finger on the awaiting folds.
Palla began to rub the puffy outer lips, which were increasingly wet. It seemed
to Palla that her commander and lover needed sexual release, and lots of it.
Palla's continued rubbing of Minerva's core meant that it had begun to open up
like a flower in bloom, and the Whitewing could feel the juices on her fingers.
The greenhair knew Minerva produced lots of her love juices, and if she hadn't
gotten release in quite a few days then it would practically be a torrent.
Withdrawing her fingers, Palla shifted so that Minerva occupied half of the
generous bed the eldest sister was warming for her princess, and spreading
Minerva's legs so as to get a great look at how much she wanted - nay, needed -
it, Palla began to work, wanting to not only bring her lover to release but
also to taste as much of that sweet love honey.
Nestling her nose in the red hairs of her lover, Palla began to lick up
Minerva's cunny, eliciting a "please, Palla... please eat me out!" from the
princess. After paying the outer lips their due attention, the eldest Whitewing
licked their inner counterpart, which were as bright pink as the first time she
remembered seeing it. Palla was so focused on getting every drop of Minerva's
dew on to her tongue, and as such the princess' clit was yet untouched. When
she had felt Minerva's juices had stopped flowing in earnest, Palla licked her
way up finally to her mistress' love button. A few licks and a prod with her
tongue and Minerva's puss began to flow once more.
The greenhair looked up at her lover and whilst she saw the princess blushing,
she could tell that she had yet to achieve her release, despite being very
close. Thus, the eldest pegasus knight doffed her nightgown, finally revealing
her figure to Minerva. Yes, she had shown her body in its most intimate state
to Minerva before, but even so every time she showed her nude form, it was as
if it was her first time being in bed with someone. She had an almost hourglass
figure, with full breasts that, frankly, were a little hard to fit into her
armor; Palla would have to have a word with the armorer on that. Her narrow
waist led to hips that rivaled Minerva's, her thighs would have caused many a
man (or woman) to look twice. Finally, her core was accented by a landing strip
that was a lush green. Palla remembered that as a trainee knight, she had kept
her cunny hairless, yet after joining the Whitewings she had been instructed to
leave at the least said landing strip, after she and Minerva had shared a bed
for the first time.
"I wanted to see if the carpet matches the drapes, you know..." said the
Medonian princess after they had made love. "But it's annoying if I let it
grow!" protested Palla. "Yeah, I kinda figured. I just need to see some, no
need to go all nature girl on me." "Oh, all right," relented the greenhair.
"I'll grow it out, but it'll just be a bit."
Palla took out a double-ended phallus she had nicknamed the Brave Lance. She
liked the feel of the toy, and she knew from experience it was also Princess
Minerva's personal favorite. Sticking one end of the toy into her, mewling as
it filled her out, she gave her mistress one look. "May I, my commander?" asked
the greenhair, the other end of the phallus jutting out of her. "Yes... Palla,
fuck me!" And with that command, Palla pushed the rest of their toy into the
dracoknight, causing Minerva to scream. "YES! That's the spot!" The two women
shifted their positions so that their legs were intertwined, with the toy
pistoning in and out of their love holes. "Princess Minerva... I love this! I
love you too!" cried Palla as the phallus continued to please her, brushing
against a rough spot inside her. Her own release was so close, and as Palla
gave Minerva a look - she saw her princess with a smile of great pleasure, with
the look of someone whose mind was nearly lost in ecstasy - she felt her heart
beat once more, and then all was starlight as Palla hit her orgasm. Minerva let
out one roar that felt dragon-like, and soon she came too, the last of her
juices gushing on to the toy.
The moment Palla came to, she found her princess fast asleep, and as she
covered herself and Minerva with their blanket she whispered a quick "good
night" before slumber took her also.
***** Mystery of the Emblem: Minerva and Catria *****
Chapter Summary
     Minerva finally gets 3 out of 3 with her most recalcitrant knight.
Chapter Notes
     So, if you've noticed I've taken a slight hiatus recently. This was
     more to focus on my FE7 mod and completing a Hector mode playthrough.
     That said, we're back! I hope you enjoy the show.
     PS: Tagged this as Mystery of the Emblem because I've set it after
     the War of Shadows; that way, Catria's crush on Marth has basis.
If she were honest about it, Minerva felt that Catria was her best lover. Sure,
it felt really good to let Palla do most of the work in bed and be pampered
like the princess that she was, or the fact that corrupting Est into a sexy
minx did too, but the middle Whitewing sister added her own abilities to the
mix.
Getting Catria into the dragon rider's bed was admittedly the most challenging,
but damn if Minerva didn't love the thrill of the hunt. Palla had been little
of a challenge - she sought warmth from someone, and Minerva had taken the
opportunity. Est on the other hand had been a naive young girl until the
princess had all but taken her maidenhood and introduced her to the world of
pleasure. Catria, though, was one who had her heart set on someone, and she had
kept up a veneer of chastity up until one fateful day.
That day, the Whitewings had just finished a flying patrol around the castle.
Minerva could not help but notice that while Palla and Est were talking
animatedly, Catria had kept quiet through most of the patrol. When she alighted
from her pegasus, the princess noted the blue-haired rider had a noticeable
blush on her face, and she caught a vague whiff of a certain smell. Carefully
approaching Catria's mount, she noticed something glistening on its saddle.
Clearly, the middle Whitewing *needed* some attention.
Minerva would be kept busy by paperwork until that evening, though, which would
delay her plan of making love to the middle Pegasus Knight. However, once she
was done, she then climbed up to her room, changed into a simple blouse and
skirt, and to set the tone, foregoing her smallclothes that night. Minerva
would then take the relatively brief trip to Catria's room, where after a few
knocks the blue Whitewing opened the door.
Catria was still blushing, and her room had that same smell Minerva noted from
earlier. The blue rider had draped her blanket over herself for decency; this
was how the princess learned her middle Whitewing had a habit of sleeping in
the nude, which would be one of the reasons for Catria being her favorite.
"Princess Minerva?" asked the pegasus knight, wondering why her commander would
visit her that night. "Hello, Catria, I came to help you out. It seems that
something's frustrating you; what could that be?" At this Catria grew as red as
her princess' hair, and muttered, "n-nothing; I'm fine."
"Come on now, Catria, don't hide secrets from me. I am your commander, after
all," and as she brushed her forefinger across the blue knight's face, asked,
"who is it? who do you pine for, to touch you at night, to make you feel
great?"
Catria stayed silent, but Minerva continued, "I do have an idea. Does he have
blue hair? Is he of princely blood?" Catria did not answer, but the Medonian
princess felt she had hit the jackpot. "Hmm, I thought so... if only his heart
didn't belong to another. But Catria, as your commander, I will take care of
you..." Catria was a little shocked that Princess Minerva knew, but was even
more shocked at the suddenly honeyed tone the dragon rider took.
Facing the blue rider, Minerva then started her attack. "I'll make you feel
good~" and with this planted a kiss on Catria's lips. The middle Whitewing's
eyes opened in shock, but then she realized how much her commander put in this
kiss. Yes, she had kissed others before, as a pegasus knight in training, and
she did have her first time with a fellow trainee whose name she had forgotten,
yet Catria always considered herself to prefer men. But Minerva's kiss had a
certain aggressive, yet gentle feel to it, and as the princess' tongue probed
at her lips, Catria would finally give in and allow it in, making their tongues
feel each other, Minerva savoring her soldier's taste.
Minerva had also pulled Catria's blanket off, revealing the blue knight's body
to her. While the middle Whitewing didn't have her elder sister's curves or the
little wonders of her younger sister's body, she did have a lithe, elfin build
that the dragon rider found delectable. A dainty chest sported apple-sized
breasts that looked perky, with pink nipples that enhanced the view. They led
down to her flat stomach, which would curve outward to fairly-sized hips.
Catria's thighs were milky-white yet muscular, evidence of her being an elite
pegasus rider. Finally, at the juncture of her legs was a blue well-trimmed
triangle that pointed towards her treasure.
The two then moved so that Minerva sat cross-legged on the floor while Catria
was presented before her sitting on the bedside, her legs tantalizingly wide
open. Thus the dracoknight admired her newest lover's core; noting the
pronounced lower lips that hid their love honey, as well as tiny nub peeking
from under its hood. To the princess, Catria was simply tantalizing, and she
wanted to show the pegasus knight her love. Minerva began her assault by
licking at the blue knight's thighs, earning whimpers for her efforts. "S-stop
teasing me..." was all Catria could mewl. Minerva continued her journey, each
lick getting closer and closer to the Whitewing's cunny. The taste of Catria's
sweat mingled with some remnant juices - which resulted in a sweet-salty
cocktail of arousal - drove the dracoknight further, and with her thigh bath
complete, Minerva suddenly stood, doffing her blouse and revealing her bust.
Catria marveled at her commander's bosom, yet before she could say anything
(including a yearning for Minerva to touch her aching core) Minerva told her,
"Lie back. I'm gonna be sharing myself too..." and as Catria did so, Minerva
straddled her from the other side of the bed and hiked up her skirt, the only
remaining part of her clothing. Minerva was obviously aroused and ready for
this night; her well-trimmed snatch had droplets of honey on the crimson curls
and lips alike. "Catria. Eat me, and I'll eat you too." Complying with her
commander's directive, Catria began to tap into long-unused memories of her
pleasuring a fellow knight trainee and gave her mistress a lick. To her
surprise, Minerva tasted well; not exactly sweet, not exactly salty, definitely
not bad. As her licks continued, she then felt Minerva's tongue finally reach
her, whimpering as the dracoknight pleasured her orally.
This sapphic sixty-nine would continue, until Catria remembered an old trick.
She abruptly stopped licking, but then suckled on Minerva's love button,
forcing a loud moan from the princess. "Catria! Yes! There's the spot!" The
normally cool dracoknight was spasming in pleasure, as she finally succeeded in
seducing all three of her girls. Minerva bucked her hips, yet would then
reciprocate the blue knight raising the stakes. Minerva also began to suck on
Catria's clit, and slid a finger inside the pegasus knight's honeypot.
"Princess! Ooh... Please make me see stars!" As Catria gave Minerva a
particularly forceful lick and Minerva gave Catria's nub a nibble, both women
came, spurting their juices on each other's faces and the bed.

Minerva's bed was unslept in that night, and Catria's bed was moist even into
the morning.
***** Shadow Dragon: Minerva and Est *****
Chapter Summary
     In which Minerva seduces yet another Whitewing and I make a subtle
     joke about character archetypes.
Chapter Notes
     oh, hey, so I kinda forgot to update this for almost a month.
Est walked to the castle's throne room, trembling with equal parts trepidation
and arousal. Her commander - and lover - Minerva had summoned her, requesting
her... presence. Minerva had quite explicit instructions for her that day, and
the youngest Whitewing desired to please her mistress.
It had started when Est got quite nervous during a flight. Out of nowhere, her
pegasus buckled, and she then scrambled to calm the scared beast. She honestly
thought she was done for - particularly when her mount thrashed violently,
throwing her off of it - until she was thankfully rescued by Minerva astride
her wyvern. Breaths of relief would give way to a furiously beating heart, as
the young rider felt her commander's warm body hug her, and her sizable chest
pressing into her back, giving her a strange feeling. Amazingly, Est had
remained a virgin throughout training, as she chose to remain with her sisters
instead of interacting with other trainee knights. That all changed the same
night when Minerva rescued her; that night, Est received two first kisses, one
on her lips and another a bit lower than she was expecting.
Since then, Est had become one of her commander's bed mates. She had learned
from Palla that Minerva, while a commander with high standards, was a lover of
the highest caliber; it was as if she had the touch of many a woman in her as
of yet young life. Even so, Minerva had taken a different approach with the
youngest Pegasus Knight than she did with the eldest; whilst the dracoknight
had let Palla pleasure her, Est was the one she loved to play with, of sorts.
And it was with the pink haired Whitewing that Minerva decided to play with
that night.
The guards had been sent away from their post, unsurprisingly. Minerva was
sitting alone in the throne room, her legs seductively crossed. Est could see
her mistress wearing but her dress - or was it a blouse?, which left little to
the imagination, particularly with the couple of torches left lit enhancing her
silhouette. "Come hither, dear Est..." cooed the redhead princess in her
seductive voice. "Don't be shy! And show me... if you've held to my...
suggestions for you."
Of course, these were less suggestions and more thinly disguised commands from
her commanding officer. It was a bit too personal, yes, but professionalism
went out the window the moment Minerva ate her out for the first time. Est was
shaking now; she was getting to the best part and yet she was still a bundle of
nerves. "Now, lift up your skirt," and at this command the pink haired knight
complied. Minerva's instructions for Est had been simple: she was not to shave
or trim her mound for a fortnight, and she was to forego smallclothes that day.
Licking her lips, the princess approached her Whitewing for a closer
inspection.
Gazing at Est's womanhood as it glistened in the torch light, Minerva really
liked what she saw. Two weeks of no blade sullying the pink haired girl's
natural glory had borne fruit, and the Whitewing's bush had been a shade of
pink as lively as her inner folds. Minerva could not wait to sample this feast
before her, yet drank in her soldier's body all the same. Taking her hand, with
body language at its loudest, the redhead grabbed Est's hand and led her to the
throne, where the two engaged in a long-awaited kiss.
Minerva and Est had shed their clothes as the princess then sat on her throne,
continuing her passionate assault of her knight's lips. The redhead's hands ran
across Est's body, causing the young flier to shudder in pleasure as her
commander brushed across her small, perky breasts. As Minerva snaked her hand
down, Est knew what was coming, and yet she let out a surprisingly lewd moan as
the dracoknight's fingers teased her core. After moistening her fingers with
Est's excitement, Minerva then slid one into her youngest Whitewing, loving the
velvety feel of the pinkhair's insides. Est began to whimper as she felt her
mistress explore her, yet was soon silenced by another kiss from the redhead.
Soon a second finger joined the initial explorer, and yet Minerva still teased,
breaking off the kiss to give the pegasus knight a series of pecks down until
she started to suck on Est's bosom. As the younger girls moans grew more ragged
and needy, Minerva finally decided to grant her release, and as her two fingers
hit a sensitive spot, her thumb rubbing the jewel hidden in the pink curls, Est
saw naught but stars as her mistress finished her off.
When she came to, Est found herself sitting in front of the throne, with
Minerva sitting, her legs open and revealing her glistening womanhood. With but
a steely look and a lick of her lips, the dracoknight had given her soldier a
new order. Easily taking the hint, Est went straight to eating her princess out
without so much as teasing her. Minerva was very, very wet; it did not take
long for her juices to mingle in the pegasus knight's skilled mouth, Est's
tongue tracing an ecstatic path around the redhead's labia. Minerva could do
naught but grab the back of her knight's head; this girl was a damned prodigy.
Sure, she was very awkward the first time Minerva had seduced her, but damn if
she didn't learn very quickly. Minerva let out yelp as Est stopped merely
eating her out and began to suck on the royal crown jewel, its pinkness
betraying its owner's passion. Est then added not one, not two, but three
fingers to the mix, filling Minerva and increasing her pleasure. It would not
take long before Est's skilled tongue and fingers finished her off, Minerva's
breaths running ragged.
 
 
***** Radiant Dawn: Heather and Nephenee *****
Chapter Summary
     Two young women, golden and viridian, take the next step in their
     relationship.
Chapter Notes
     So FE: Fates has been out in Japan for some time now, and man if that
     game hasn't given me more yuri ideas. That said, I'm waiting until
     the game is localized before getting to writing a chapter on them.
     This is the first of a Radiant Dawn-themed two parter. Part one deals
     with the commoners, part two deals with... the nobles.
It had been nightfall when Heather finally entered the tent she shared with
Nephenee. Through the time spent together, they had become friends, and even as
Ashera turned most of the world to stone, they continued to get closer. It came
to a head one night when the rogue finally confessed to the halberdier that she
was enamored by the latter. To Heather's surprise, Nephenee had taken it well,
and the blonde was thus rewarded by a really passionate, if somewhat clumsy,
kiss.
Since that night, however, Heather had hesitated making her next move. Their
graduation to lovers had led to the two holding hands in camp and a few sweet
nothings as they bid each other good night in their tent, yet even so the rogue
had been afraid that Nephenee would reject her. She feared that if she tried as
much as insinuate sexual contact with the rural girl, then all would be lost
for her. Nonetheless, the blonde entered their shared tent to come upon a very
welcome surprise.
Nephenee was in the midst of doffing her armor, and while the green haired girl
was certainly loathe to take her helmet off - even in Heather's presence, she
would only remove it when she was sure the blonde was not looking - the fact
that Heather was looking right at her girlfriend's bare back stirred frustrated
feelings in the rogue. As a warmth built up in the rogue's loins, she decided
to surprise Nephenee. Sneaking quietly, making sure not to get the villager's
attention, Heather had made her way to Nephenee, and in one fluid motion cupped
the greenhair's right breast, while silencing her with her left hand. The
halberdier nearly let out a gasp, but as Heather cupped her hand over her
lover's mouth she stopped. "Good evening," whispered the blonde, in a clearly
saucy manner.
To Heather's very pleasant surprise, the blue armor that protected the village
girl had been concealing two very full breasts. A deft hand massaged the right,
and even as Nephenee let out whimpers through her covered mouth Heather loved
the feel of them in her hands. Certainly they were larger than her own set, and
if Nephenee's reactions were any indication, then the rogue's fears were likely
misplaced. Turning to face her girlfriend, Heather gave the greenhair's
generous bosom a long look, before stealing Nephenee's helmet right of her
head, even before the village girl could react. "These have got to go,
darling..." continued the blonde in her honeyed voice. As Heather saw
Nephenee's face fully for the first time, all she could do was gawk. "Heather?
What's wrong with ya?" asked the speechless blonde. It turned out that said
helmet had been hiding a pretty face all along, not like that was what Heather
had expected.
Thief and country mouse locked lips as Nephenee tugged at Heather's hem. As the
blonde lifted her arms, the halberdier slowly slid the tunic all the way up her
lover's body. The green-haired girl had to admit that Heather had quite a nice
body herself, and as she slid the rogue's clothes beyond her bust she saw two
delectable mounds. While Heather's bosom was smaller, it was still nonetheless
inviting, and as the troublesome tunic had gone Nephenee suddenly sucked on the
blonde's nipple. "Eep!", let out the thief, and the feel of her girl's lips
pursing and sucking on her left her wanting for more.
The two young women pawed at each other as they rid themselves of their
obstructing clothes, and both bared all. Nephenee gasped as she took in
Heather's slender frame, with that perky chest complementing her athletic
stomach, leading down to fairly slim hips that accented toned thighs. What
intrigued the villager the most, though, was that well-trimmed golden triangle
that invited her to come hither and claim its treasure. On the other hand,
Heather admired Nephenee's luscious curves, with her full breasts, soft tummy,
wide hips, and creamy thighs. In contrast to the rogue, however, Nephenee was
natural all throughout, and her lush green garden reminded the blonde of a
forest that she would love to explore.
Heather took the lead, her experience allowing her to take the upper hand.
Gently pushing the soldier down on the bed, the thief spread her lover's legs
apart, taking in the view. The blonde straddled the greenhair until she had her
dripping wet core right above Nephenee's face, stoking the halberdier's
curiosity. Heather's lips were glistening, and as Nephenee ran her finger
across the slit the rogue shuddered. "More, Neph..." came the ragged moan of
the blonde as her lover stroked her. In turn, Heather studied the soldier's
treasure, sniffing at the delectable musk left in her hairs. The rogue spread
the country girl's lips apart, revealing her wet pinkness, and as she had done
before, Heather gave Nephenee an exploratory lick. "Aah! Heather, that was..."
Nephenee trailed off as the rogue's skilled tongue explored her virgin slit.
Long lost nights exploring herself were simply nothing compared to the feel of
a lover's touch, and as Nephenee moaned she then slid a finger into Heather.
"That's the spot!" cried out the blonde as Nephenee's finger tentatively moved
around.
Heather decided to change up her attack, and her deft finger slid into the
soldier. While she did not encounter any resistance, the tight fit and
Nephenee's mewls confirmed it was her first time. The wet slickness was enough,
and yet Heather shuddered as the villager brushed her fingers across her golden
tuft whilst her opening was given a forceful kiss. "Ah!", cried out the thief
as those inexperienced fingers found her sensitive nub, and Nephenee was a fast
learner. The greenhair switched her attack, lapping up Heather's sensitive
button while she slid another finger into the thief.
The symphony of fingers and tongues pleasuring each others' sanctums had to
end, however, and as Nephenee gave Heather's jewel one particularly needy lick,
the rogue felt it was what pushed her over the edge. As she spasmed, Heather's
finger found a particularly sensitive spot, and soon even the soldier felt her
first orgasm at the hand of another. Feeling spent, yet satisfied, Heather
lifted herself off of Nephenee and slid into their shared blanket. "Good night,
my love..." and as sleep overtook the pair they knew there would be more nights
to come like this.
***** Radiant Dawn: Elincia and Lucia *****
Chapter Summary
     A queen becomes intimate with her loyal friend after a crucial
     incident.
Chapter Notes
     So, yeah, I kinda got huge writer's block/lack of motivation, hence
     the lack of updates.
     But worry not! Once Fates is released, a couple of Fates-themed
     chapters should be on their way.
     After that, who knows? Maybe I might get a Binding Blade chapter in
     there...
Queen Elincia could not thank the goddess enough. She felt grateful that her
confidante and advisor Lucia had survived her ordeal. It had been a harrowing
week for the ruler of Crimea, all told; a conspiracy to overthrow Elincia
spearheaded by Duke Ludveck had come to fore, and though Lucia's efforts were
largely successful, Ludveck himself had set a trap to force Elincia to make a
tough choice: his freedom or her friend's life.
Fortunately for the queen, she never had to make that decision.
Lucia was now safe and sound, rescued as she was by Ike and his mercenaries.
Once more Elincia owed it to them; learning from the sellsword himself that
Bastian had them acting as a failsafe in the shadows. Yet it was not Ike and
friends that truly occupied the state of the queen's mind, for she had the
safety of her friend in mind first.
Elincia's reflections were interrupted by a rapping at her door. "Yes?" asked
the Crimean ruler, and a familiar silken voice called out. "It is I, Your
Grace," and Lucia entered, her ocean-blue locks shortened yet looking very well
on her. Dressed in a rather sheer gown, the retainer had foregone her
swordswoman garb. Elincia gasped as she drank in the sight of her friend in
that outfit that left little to the imagination. Yet before she could say a
word, the swordmaster embraced her queen, holding on tight.
"I thought I would lose you!" cried the young queen into the taller woman's
chest, feeling her friend's warmth reassuring her with its presence. "I, too,
felt it would be my last..." replied Lucia, holding on tighter, not minding her
queen's face pressing down into her bosom. Realizing what was happening,
Elincia quickly looked up, the red on her face contrasting beautifully with the
green of her hair. And with one "I missed you so much...", the swordmistress
soon kissed her liege with the force of one who had realized just what was most
important.
Queen and vassal continued their kiss as they fell right on Elincia's bed,
their pent up feelings coming to fore. Lucia allowed the other woman's hands to
roam, and as Elincia's soft hands brushed against the swordswoman's very full
chest, Lucia could do naught but shudder. As their eyes met, however, Lucia saw
an expression she had seen more of as of late. It was that look of sheer
determination that had attracted her to her queen anyway. "Y-your Majesty,
should we be doing this?", asked the retainer, yet Elincia quieted her with
that look again - and took the gown off of Lucia. Soon both were undressed,
revealed to each other, their feelings showing their truthfulness in their
nakedness.
For her part, the queen could not help but admire just how much of a knockout
her friend-now-lover was. Lucia was perhaps Crimea's second most sought after
single woman, and even influential men like the Count of Fayre were looking to
woo her. But that night, Elincia Ridell Crimea had Lucia for herself. Bright
blue hair, shortened by a foe, nevertheless shone and complemented the
swordswoman's beauty. Her ample chest was topped by two rather erect nipples,
and a taut body from years of sword training enhanced a rather hourglass
figure. What intrigued Elincia the most, however, was her friend's honeypot,
glistening and accented by a landing strip as blue as the hair on her head.
For her part, Elincia had doffed her own gown as she was busy admiring Lucia,
and it was the swordmistress' turn to admire. Her queen, while having a more
petite figure, was still a very beautiful woman. Emerald hair, let down after
the events of the day, stood out. Elincia's smaller, yet well-rounded breasts
called out to her, and Lucia's gaze went downward to the trimmed triangle of
grass green between her liege's legs. As if taking the hint, Elincia soon slid
herself on Lucia's belly, leaving a trail of her excitement up her friend's
torso. Soon enough, the royal treasure was lying in front of Lucia's face,
shining with its riches on display.
Taking the hint, Lucia gave her queen a tentative lick, causing a whimper from
the other girl. As if on cue, Lucia's continued licking caused the queen's
treasure to open, revealing her jewel to the swordmistress. With one longing
look at Elincia, the blue haired woman gave it a little kiss, before lightly
sucking on her queen's apex. It was all Elincia could do not to scream, lest
they alert the servants. As the swordmistress continued to savor the queen's
cunny, she slowly slid a finger into her liege, finding the supple walls slick
with need. In turn, as Elincia rode her friend's face like she rode her
pegasus, she slid two fingers right inside the swordswoman, causing Lucia to
gasp as she continued to treat her queen. The two went at it, reveling in each
other's missed touches, until at last a long-awaited release came to the two
Crimeans.
When Elincia came to, she felt two familiar arms wrapped around her, and as she
turned, the reassurance of turquoise hair had eased her heart that dawn.
***** Binding Blade: Clarine and Dorothy *****
Chapter Summary
     A haughty noble seduces a down-to-earth commoner.
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Dorothy sat in her tent, feeling the stress flow throughout her. Since joining
the Lycian Army commanded by Roy, she had gone on a rather wild journey, having
traveled with Father Saul from Etruria to escort him, and now she found herself
in Etruria once more as Roy's army fought to liberate it from Bern. She
stretched and groaned as her muscles flexed, arms toned well by archery
practice. "Miss Dorothy?" asked a furtive voice right outside her tent. A
soldier had come, seeming to bear some news. "Lady Clarine wishes to see you,"
he had said, and though somewhat apprehensive, Dorothy acquiesced, curious as
to what the young noble had to tell her.
As she reached the Etrurian lady's larger tent, Dorothy went through her mind,
wondering what Clarine had for her. After all, she was but a plain girl,
nowhere near an Etrurian noblewoman's station - and the daughter of the former
Mage General at that. As Dorothy mused, a soft, yet clearly authoritative voice
called to her. "Come in." The sight that greeted the archer was certainly
strange. Clarine was reclining on what seemed to be a makeshift cot, and though
she looked mostly the same as she did as Dorothy was familiar with, she clearly
was up to something at the least. The troubadour's already short skirt was
hiked up, revealing her silk underwear. Her long boots were on the ground,
revealing a pair of pale legs ending in dainty feet. Clarine's robe hung off
her shoulder, letting it show as well as hinting at her admittedly small
cleavage. "Good morning, Dorothy", the noble greeted her, "how are you today?"
"Could be better..." the archer answered, feeling as though her weariness would
overtake her. "Come, come, sit beside me."
As the commoner sat beside the troubadour Dorothy could feel a little tension
inside her; like a knot that defied explanation to her. And yet, as Clarine's
warmth settled beside her that knot seemed to unravel. A soft hum escaped the
blonde's lips, somewhat uncharacteristic of her usual snobby self, yet Dorothy
paid this no heed as she allowed herself to be embraced by the noble beside
her. She just might be needing a hug, thought the archer to herself, and yet
what happened afterwards took her by surprise - though later on she wouldn't
deny that she found it pleasant. Clarine's hands, which were busy roaming
themselves over Dorothy's arms and shoulders, toned from a lifetime of archery,
suddenly settled themselves at the top of her chest, and began to lower
themselves, dancing across the brunette's generous bust. On some level, the
commoner found it strange - Father Saul had warned her, though knowing his
nature she wasn't sure how serious he was - yet the touch of the girl she
didn't know she had feelings for was stoking a fire inside her, and the knot in
her mind began unraveling much faster.
Clarine's palms ghosted over broad areolae covered by a cloth top, and Dorothy
whimpered as she was touched by another for the first time. The blonde
continued kneading once or twice, then she shocked her friend by suddenly
lifting the archer's top, revealing her wonderful breasts to Clarine. The noble
took this chance to plant a kiss oh-so-tenderly close to the commoner's
nipples, taking care not to kiss the areolae themselves. The knot in Dorothy's
mind was undone, and yet, a growing heat in her lower body centered on the
juncture between her legs had come in its place. The freckled girl whimpered as
the teasing sought to bring her pleasure.
Clarine had by then shifted herself into sitting in front of Dorothy, lips
caressing the archer's valley as the noble's gentle fingers teased at her
peaks. Dorothy whimpered, and as she threw her head forward Clarine greeted her
with a full kiss, and as they drew apart for breath the troubadour asked, "much
better?", with a saucier flair the archer did not expect from her. Yet this was
clearly just the beginning - a breathless cry for "more!" was enough for the
younger girl to resume her ministrations. As the two kissed together, tongues
entwined in newfound passion, they had began to divest themselves of clothing,
revealing everything and concealing nothing to each others. Soon they would
cross the boundary between friend and lover many had before them, and as many
would soon after them.
Dorothy could not help but admire the petite frame in front of her. In many
way's Clarine's body reflected her near-perfectly, her blonde locks and noble
bearing showed her proud, oft-times haughty self, yet her small body and young
features betraying her vulnerability. Her breasts were notably smaller than the
archer's, and yet Dorothy found them beautiful, dainty as they were. Her gaze
continued downward to the troubadour's rounded yet smaller hips, and Dorothy
briefly smiled at the golden treasure in front of her, sparsely shown and
trimmed and yet inviting her. For her part, Clarine could admire the older girl
in a way that she would realize from then. Dorothy's plain appearance simply
served to accent her beautiful body even more, as if telling those uninterested
in her that they would be missing a lot. A near-hourglass figure was delineated
with two full breasts - Clarine would admire how Dorothy managed to wield a bow
with those around - a flat stomach as apropos for an active girl, and wider
hips that brought out her figure. The thicker brown bush that the commoner had,
while rather new to Clarine, nevertheless invited her in for appraisal.
Clarine guided Dorothy to the cot once more, and as she took charge once more
she began by sitting herself almost on the archer's face, her womanhood inches
away. The troubadour crouched down and smelled the plain girl's hairy muff,
pleased at the ambrosial musk that she faced. Parting Dorothy's lower lips with
her index fingers, Clarine began to work, letting her tongue brush up against
pink folds. "Ah!" the archer cried out, her moan partially muffled by the legs
around her. The heat in the brunette's body soon began pooling between her legs
as her noble friend began her oral assault.
Soon, however, Clarine's licking slowed then stopped, as if waiting for a cue
from the girl being pleasured. Taking the hint, Dorothy began to reciprocate,
letting her own tongue lick up the dew gathered on sparse golden strands before
settling on licking the troubadour's hole. Clarine moaned into her new lover's
muff and began resuming her attack, letting a slender finger join her tongue in
pleasuring Dorothy. It was, in a way, not unlike wielding a Mend staff; the
pleasure coursed through her target's body, but all the same, she could feel
the reciprocation as well.
Soon the built-up pleasure between the two girls would be too much for them;
just as Clarine crooked her finger inside Dorothy's love hole, brushing against
a rather sensitive spot, and as Dorothy gave Clarine's tiny clit a tongue bath,
both came, releasing their pent up sexual energies and soon bathing in their
afterglow. When Dorothy came to, she found herself embracing the smaller noble,
and as she remembered the events of that day, she smiled to herself as she let
sleep take her.
The rest of the camp was surprised when the next morning a brunette archer was
not in her tent and two girls came out giggling out of another.
Chapter End Notes
     So we're back. For now I'll be working on this alongside The Yuri
     Tactician, because the FE fandom can never have too much yuri.
***** Fates: Camilla and Hinoka *****
Chapter Summary
     Camilla and Hinoka celebrate their first month together, in a rather
     creamy way.
Chapter Notes
     warning: this chapter contains lactation and gratuitous references to
     pubes (though I do that a lot anyway still).
     This takes place on Revelation path for obvious reasons. ;)
It had been a month since Camilla and Hinoka had started dating, and the
Nohrian princess found herself thinking about a present to give to her
girlfriend. Flowers weren't exactly the best, especially given Nohr's poor
horticulture, and she was not sure how Hinoka would receive food, but Camilla
was a resourceful woman. She looked down, seeing her ample breasts, and had an
idea.

A minute later, with Rhajat and Nyx cajoled into assisting her, phase one of
Camilla's plan began in earnest.

Later that day, a knock came at Hinoka's door. "Who's there?", asked the
Hoshidan princess. "It's me, darling," came the honeyed reply, and the redhead
would know that voice from anywhere. Hinoka opened the door to find Camilla
with a surprisingly demure smile - if the pegasus knight knew anything about
her girlfriend, it was that this usually meant mischief. "Happy first month
together!" greeted the lilac haired woman, and to Hinoka's surprise, it seemed
as if Camilla did not bring anything but herself for the occasion. "Thanks,
love," replied the redhead, and Hinoka saw that the malig knight looked
flushed. "You okay? I'll get you a glass of water," and at this Camilla kissed
Hinoka, their chests pressing together.

Hinoka felt her shirt get damp, wondering what was going on. "Hinoka dear, I
asked a favor, and I really need your help," came the sultry Nohrian voice, and
as she doffed her own shirt, Hinoka could see that Camilla's already large tits
looked even heavier, with her nipples glistening with what looked to be budding
lactation. "A-are you pregnant?" came Hinoka's reply, yet Camilla quickly
reassured her. "I'm not; I just asked a couple of friends to do me a favor. And
these darlings won't suck themselves, you know~" as the Nohrian hugged the
Hoshidan princess to her chest. Hinoka blushed, and with her mouth so close to
those tantalizing nipples she had seen a few times began to suckle like a babe.

"Mmmmh," Camilla cooed as Hinoka began to suck at her chest, the sensitivity of
her nipples compounding the feeling of release from her. For her own part,
Hinoka began massaging the breast she was not licking, feeling her fingers and
palm get damp at the discharged milk. "Let me help...", and at this Camilla
then took Hinoka's drenched hand and sucked it dry just as the sky knight
switched breasts. Soon a pleasurable feeling overcame both princesses, their
loins heating up as their arousal improved.

Hinoka stopped her ministrations, and with a sheepish smile - accented by a
drop of milk at the corner of her mouth began to undress, and watched as
Camilla did likewise. Soon both women were bare to each other, and though they
had seen each other naked a few times already, it always felt for both like
their first time. Hinoka could not help but be jealous of Camilla's curvy
frame, what with her long, lavender hair cascading down wonderful breasts, a
taut stomach, and wonderful hips leading to fat thighs. A trimmed triangle of
lilac was in the center, inviting the Hoshidan to her pleasurable fantasies.

On the other hand, it was clear to Camilla that Hinoka was ravishing in her own
right. A lithe frame with boyish crimson hair that reminded the malig knight of
a doll stood in front of her, and while Hinoka's chest was modest it
nevertheless featured a pair of perky tits with puffy nipples. Hinoka's toned
stomach stood out, her abdominals peeking through. A round, plump rear gave way
to long, beatiful legs, and the best of all, in Camilla's eyes, was the forest
of deep red betwixt them.

"Lie down," came the earthy command from the sky knight, and Camilla, letting
her hormones guide her, complied, laying down on the bed they had spent their
first time together on. With an impish glint Hinoka began creeping over the
Nohrian, opening up Camilla's legs as she crept up, the two never breaking eye
contact. Hinoka's right hand ghosted over Camilla's thighs, and eventually the
redhead's knees settled around lavender tresses, her aching core centered over
the malig knight's face. Camilla smiled at her girlfriend's boldness; usually
it was the Nohrian who took charge in the bedroom, but that magnificent red
bush hovered close to her, the Hoshidan's arousal readily apparent to her nose.
Hinoka steadied herself for what was to come, and as Camilla gave her a steady
kiss down there she whimpered and shook. "Aaah!" came the cry from the
Hoshidan, and came the teasing fingers at Camilla's entrance in response.

Hinoka's hips bucked as Camilla continued her oral assault, finding the sky
knight's clit and sucking on it with her full lips. In response Hinoka clumsily
fingered at the Nohrian's entrance, feeling the trimmed lilac hairs tickling
her fingers. "Mmmmmm," came an earthy moan from below the Hoshidan as the two
reciprocated their feelings. Soon Hinoka felt the all too familiar pleasure at
her core as Camilla carried her to ecstasy, and for a moment she saw naught but
stars. Hinoka slumped down on to her girlfriend as she came down from her high,
and noticing how damp Camilla's nipples were, gave them one last lick. And with
one last brush of fingers over her quim, Camilla followed suit in the land of
pleasure, her breaths coming ragged as she exited her orgasm.

"Are you staying with me tonight?" came the breathless question from Hinoka.
"Of course, my love, this is but the first month of many for us," came the
reply from Camilla, and the two soon drifted into the land of dreams.
***** Shadows of Valentia: Genny and Sonya *****
Chapter Summary
     A sheep and a witch get together and awaken each other.
Chapter Notes
     I'm trying out something new for now. I also liked how two characters
     who never interacted in OG Gaiden now got a support.
     Warning for gratuitous oral and mutual awkwardness, I guess.
Life had not been kind to Sonya the mage. Her father was a high ranking member
of the Duma Faithful who had willingly sacrificed two of his daughters to gain
the favor of his draconic master. Thus, Sonya fled, hoping to avoid the same
fate her sisters had experienced. Her journey took her south to Zofia, where in
the wake of the collapse of the kingdom's rule, bandits and pirates abounded.
Sonya thus became one of the dread pirate Grieth's cohorts, but one day, she
would have an encounter that would change her destiny once more.
A group of adventurers, hearing about the people Grieth had imprisoned, had
taken it upon themselves to free them. Sonya had heard they were led by a young
lady named Celica, but beyond that she knew little. Grieth, after all, saw it
fit to entrust the Rigelian mage with guarding the southern path to his
fortress alongside a taciturn swordsman named Deen, who would guard the
northern path. It was at this point that Celica inadvertently saved Sonya's
life by going north, and after a week where Sonya heard nothing from Grieth or
Deen, she decided to return to Grieth's fortress.
She had found the adventurers freeing Grieth's prisoners, the pirate king
felled by this intrepid group. As Sonya entered the now freed castle, she went
past a loudmouth pink haired mage and a young boy with white hair, both of whom
seemed to be in an argument (which Sonya was to learn was the regular state of
things with those two). Just as she was about to approach a stately looking
woman with coral red hair, a short slip of a girl with orange curls waved at
her...
----
And so Sonya reminisced on the day she had first met her friend and now lover
Genny. Who would have thought that a diminutive cleric as meek as the sheep she
was oft compared to would have stoked desires in the mage?
And as Genny slumbered beside Sonya, the Rigelian mage, feeling an upwelling of
desire, began to touch herself and remembered the day their friendship became
something more...
----
It had been a tiring journey, yet Celica and her group had finally reached
refuge in the Sage's Hamlet. Their guide, the enigmatic masked knight, had
revealed himself to be Celica's long lost brother Conrad. It was thus in a warm
room in the hamlet that Sonya took refuge, and, to her admittedly pleasant
surprise, Genny joined her.
"Genny? Er, why are you here?" asked the mage, wondering why her friend had
deigned to join her.
"Mae and Boey are having their typical feud and Celica's off with her brother",
the orange haired cleric replied. Genny sidled up to Sonya's side as the
Rigelian reclined on her bed, and the cleric for her part started writing into
a book. "Is that a diary, Genny?", came the question from the violet haired
woman.
"Yeah, it is; I plan on writing a book once our journey finishes," Genny
answered, and with a steely glint Sonya only otherwise saw whenever Genny
really *wanted* a Risen to go back where it came from the waifish healer stood
up and to the mage's surprise, Genny barred the door. Sonya at this point saw
the last few words her friend had written into her book.
*"And there in that room the girl told all to her friend, and as they confessed
to each other the two became one-"*
*Surely Genny was merely writing about someone else, right?* thought Sonya, but
a more primal thought in her head was now telling her-
*You hope it's you she goes with. Admit it, you're willing to be more than just
a friend to her...*
Genny had by this point returned to the single bed in the room, and as she
stood over her mage friend she began to pour her heart out. "S-Sonya, I... I,
um, like you..." came the confession from the wooly haired cleric, her cheeks
nearly matching the color of her locks.
Sonya, at this point, threw all caution to the wind.
"I like you too, Genny," and at this reciprocation Genny kissed Sonya full on
the mouth. It was frankly quite clumsy - Sonya didn't expect a devout cleric to
know how to kiss, let alone well - but whatever awkwardness there was would be
offset by an upwelling of passion. Sonya for her part took it in stride, and as
the magic users' tongues dueled an emboldened Genny began to tug at Sonya's
robe. Motioning for Genny to pause, Sonya stood up and undid her clothing,
leaving her bare save for smallclothes to the woman she had grown close to.
Genny admired the sight unfolding in front of her. She had envied how
voluptuous Sonya was, in contrast to her own waifish figure, but now she had a
chance to show how much she appreciate said body. Sonya stood tall, her purple
hair cascading down, and the soft curves of her shoulders gave way to slender
arms tipped with delicate hands. Genny trailed her eyes down more, and saw the
full pair of breasts, much larger than her own and yet still very perky. Down
her gaze went, to a flat stomach and to wide hips, upon which the last vestige
of Sonya's modesty rested.
Genny gently pushed Sonya back down on to the bed, and kissed her again. Mage
and cleric tongues clashed once more as the sheep haired girl roamed her
inexperienced hands over Sonya's body. A finger here, a thumb there, and as
Genny's fingers ran over her nipples Sonya could feel her body come alive.
Sonya felt her skin electrified like a Thunder spell, her nipples beacons of
the desire in her. Genny began to run her hands down to Sonya's underwear, but
just as she was about to remove it the Rigelian whispered to her, "Not until
you undress as well."
Genny for her part obliged, and as she doffed her robe Sonya liked what she
saw. The cleric was not the curvaceous beauty Sonya herself was, but Genny was
certainly not unattractive. Her slender figure gave way to small, but pert
breasts, and her stomach still had a bit of baby fat on it. To Sonya's pleasant
surprise, Genny had forgone her underwear, revealing a cute little cunny with a
few orange curls adorning it.
Sonya nodded as Genny then moved towards her undergarments again, revealing the
mage's treasure at last. As Genny admired the patch of violet hair adorning her
friend's core, she continued her ministrations by sucking on Sonya's nipple.
"Mggh!" mewled the Rigelian.
As Genny continued her oral assault, her dainty fingers moved down, past
Sonya's trimmed bush, and went inside the mage's very wet hole. "G-Genny,
please..." Sonya cried out as her body accepted the touch of another. Genny
soon added a second finger, then a third, feeling around her friend's velvety
folds. "Just let go, trust me on this..." came the honeyed assertions from the
cleric, and Genny's thumb finally found Sonya's nub and it was all the Rigelian
mage could do to not *moan* and draw attention to them-
And with one last thrust of Genny's fingers Sonya reached nirvana, her juices
spurting out on to the cleric's hand. Genny showed her drenched hand to her
friend, smiling as she then licked up the juices. "Ready for round two?" Genny
asked meekly, as she then shifted herself up Sonya's body. "I wanna taste you,"
breathed the Rigelian, and as Genny felt her lover's breath on her thighs she
very nearly came there and then.
As Genny sat on Sonya's face, the latter began to reciprocate her love, licking
up the cleric's moist thighs before attacking her core. From time to time,
Sonya's nose brushed up against Genny's curls, sniffing at the fragrance
ensconced. "Pfaa-" was all the Novisian could say as she was eaten out for the
first time. Rocking herself against Sonya's tongue, one used to reciting
difficult spells, the young healer was very close, her puffy lower lips
receiving a full oral assault. And with one particularly hard prod at the
cleric's clit, Genny saw stars and collapsed into her friend's embrace.
----
Sonya's leg twitched as the memories of their first time came back to her,
letting her reach an orgasm just as her love slumbered beside her. Running her
hands through her Genny's hair, Sonya found sleep overtaking her.
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