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Hentai Heroes Roster
Altean Prince Marth x Summoner Chloey
Hero King Marth x Summoner Chloey
Lady of the Wind Lyn x Summoner Caleb (request)
Male Robin x Summoner Chloey (request)
Altean Groom Marth X Summoner Chloey
Fallen Hero Male Robin X Summoner Chloey
Fallen Hero Female Robin X Summoner Caleb
Brave Hero Princess Lucina x Summoner Caleb
Alfonse x Summoner Chloey
Sharena x Summoner Caleb
Male Corrin x Summoner Chloey
Altean Prince Marth x Summoner Eclat
Hero King Marth x Summoner Eclat
Altean Groom Marth X Summoner Eclat
Male Grima x Summoner Eclat
Female Grima x Summoner Kiran
Alfonse x Summoner Eclat
Sharena x Summoner Kiran (In Progress)
Henry x Summoner Chloey
Henry x Summoner Eclat
Chrom x Summoner Chloey
Chrom x Summoner Eclat
Brave Princess Lucina x Summoner Kiran
Glorious Archer Lucina x Summoner Caleb
Gunnthrá x Summoner Caleb (request)
Laevatein x Summoner Caleb (request)
Laegjarn x Summoner Caleb (request)
Raulf x Summoner Eclat (request)
Brave Hero Ike x Summoner Eclat (request)
Flower of Fantasy Camilla x Summoner Kiran (request)
Sonja x Summoner Caleb
Pale Flower Nino x Summoner Eclat
Sumia x Summoner Caleb
The Trickster Loki x Summoner Caleb
Vallite Songstress Azura x Summoner Caleb
Aversa x Summoner Caleb
Reinhardt x Summoner Kiran (Request)
Roy x Summoner Eclat (Request)
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Kindness and Love
It was under the gentle light of the moon that Marth decided to talk a walk through the gardens of the Askr Castle as he needed some time alone to think. His mood pensive as he thought back to his arrival and the first moments after his summoning and how lost and alone he'd felt. He missed his friends, of course and his heart ached for their familiar smiles and voices. He was no hero- a mere Prince chased from his homeland because he wasn't strong enough to defend it. No matter how Marth looked at it, he was no hero. He couldn't be. Yet when he was summoned to Askr...they said he was, the Commander, Anna, the prince of this realm, Alfonse and his sister princess Sharena, even the gentle Summoner who he'd got to know well since his arrival. His feet moved him to a place of tranquillity, almost out of a reflex. He frowned when he saw the Summoner was in the alcove- he did not expect her to be there and became distressed when he heard her sobs. She was crying and yet Marth didn't know why she was. It was upsetting him. Marth was many things, but cruel he was most certainly not. He came to the Summoner and cleared his throat softly in the effort to get her attention without causing her to panic. She jolted and hastily rubbed her eyes underneath her glasses, “S-sorry.” She sniffled, “I-I-”Marth sat beside her and in a rather rash act, pressed the sniveling maiden to his chest, “There's no need to apologise for how you feel.” he said as soothingly as he could. Jagen would scold him for acting rashly but a part of Marth was relieved when she returned the embrace relaxing in his arms in a way that made him feel like he was at least helping her, if only to be a shoulder to cry on. He continued, “It's okay if you need to cry. You don't want to bottle it up inside, far better to let it go.” he soothed. The Summoner cried for quite a while, and he got the feeling that maybe she was homesick, though he'd never heard her speak about her homeland, or indeed even her own world where she was from. Marth understood what it was to be homesick, he'd felt that for a long time now since being driven from Altea. He didn't know if his sister lived or died. A thought he quickly pushed away as he didn't want to feel depressed. The Summoner needed him to be her rock. So he would. He also wasn't sure what he should do. Holding her like this...was mildly improper and yet...Marth didn't want to let go. He wanted to help the distressed maiden as best he could, though he would be lying if he said he didn't like holding her like this… ~~~ The battles between Askr and Embla were intense. The war a horrible business all round in reality. Marth was lucky to have the duty of protecting the Summoner. She didn't see the worst of the war, perhaps because Prince Alfonse kept her from it, though it was up to Marth ultimately to keep Chloey safe. It was a duty he did not take lightly. Though he was a prince himself, Marth vowed he would not lose another person he cared about. Or be lost to someone who cared for him. Chloey was a nice woman, a little stubborn to a fault sometimes- a bit like Caeda- but thoughtful and kind too. One time stood out quite strongly to Marth. It had been cold as winter's bite came into Askr and he was on patrol. He'd been cold- dreadfully so- and shivered with little more than his cape to keep warm. His hands were almost numb and as he looked over the frozen kingdom he sighed. Patrols were not easy for some of the other heroes. Both Robins and Grimas had got sick. Mask had said he was fine, but Marth heard a cough or two that morning and the Morgans...well they'd seen better days. He felt another round of shivering and sighed. It was so cold. He heard the sound of footsteps and before he could react properly he saw Chloey with an arm full of what had to be various things he couldn't exactly tell what they were. “Hey Marth, here, I got you some things, I hope they help.”He blinked as she was bundled up to the nine heavens, “Thank you.” he said she she pulled out a winter cloak and fussed over it fitting over his cape. She even bought some gloves, which Marth was grateful for. She smiled,“You're welcome.” Chloey smiled, “I've had some hot chocolate made for everyone, so when you're ready, I'll have a fresh cup made for you.”Marth felt a warmth in his chest. It wasn't so cold all of a sudden. Chloey was always apologizing to everyone as well, blaming her tactics whenever they fell battle. It was not helped by Sorin, whom was beginning to make Marth angry- if ever there was a person who could. The man was so obsessed with Ike, yet he was also cruel towards the Summoner whenever she made a mistake. Marth had enough. It was during training that Marth challenged the man to a duel. It was not his wisest move, but he was sick and tired of having to listen to Sorin berate Chloey yet again. Even the supposed Hero King had a limit. Seeing Chloey close to tears was more than enough to make Marth uncharacteristically snap. Marth stood, Falchion in hand as Sorin smirked across the dueling grounds. He had his tome in hand and quite a few heroes had gathered. The winner was the one who hit first and Marth intended to win. For his Summoner, if nothing else. She did not deserve the slander Sorin came up with. Marth won the match. He stood anger still seething underneath his skin, “One more word.” he said darkly, “One more word berating Chloey,” Marth growled, “And you won't live to tell the tale when the contract breaks.” It was the first time he'd ever been angry. He prayed it would be the last as the others all looked at him with a worried expression, even Caeda, though she was not his Caeda. She couldn't understand him, even if she was. ~~~ Marth walked through the gardens, mind at a loss. He had been on a mission and he had a dilemma, now that he had returned. He was beginning to fall for the Summoner. He'd not meant to. It just happened. She was the one who'd visit him when he was in the infirmary- whenever he got injured and couldn't fight. She’d always check to make sure that he was okay, having saved meals for him, or make sure he didn't miss out on any treats that the heroes were given. He saw Chloey's smile and his heart hammered in his chest. His knees weakened at the sight of her. Marth knew that he was in trouble. He wasn't supposed to fall for her and yet...he had. He couldn't get her off his mind anymore. Her smile was almost all he thought about. He came to a pond and sat not too far from its edge. Eyes staring into the water as he felt confusion rule his heart. In his world he had been in love with Caeda, and he thought it would be enough to keep her in his heart...yet… He looked at the water's surface miserably. He was falling for the Summoner. He wasn't sure what he should do. He needed to make a choice soon as his heart felt like it was being torn in two. It was hurting to think that he had to choose, his Caeda, who he may never return to, or Chloey who genuinely cared for him? He couldn't find the right answer as his heart struggled to make it clear what he wanted. Marth didn't often drink ale, but there was something to be said about its insidious qualities. Barte was howling with laughter as Marth was onto his third drink in less than half an hour which was mildly dangerous, “Yer a ligh’ weight!”“Barte-” Marth let out a hiccup, “Thash enough!” the ale was much stronger than he'd thought at first. It had lost the repulsive taste at least.Ogma rolled his eyes, “I think you've had enough.” he said as he tried to take the mug from the inebriated prince,“Don't think sho.” Marth said downing the rest of the contents to the shock of the men present. Ogma groaned.“Gentlemen, that's enough.” Marth nearly dropped the mug as the Summoner frowned at them. She didn't have any ale but she looked annoyed. He sighed guiltily. If only he didn't feel the way he did about her. Then he wouldn't have turned to alcohol for comfort. Avoiding this situation entirely. Gentle hands loosened his grip from the now empty mug, and she surprised him by saying, “You should probably have some water, Marth before you end up with a hangover.” he sighed in response. Her voice was so sweet despite the fact it wasn't Caeda's, “Come on.” She held her hand out to him and Marth was not going to miss a moment with her, even if he could barely balance. His heart wouldn't let him and she was offering to help him be spared from the embarrassment of doing something rash while under the influence. She had his arm over her shoulder and it gave him an odd warmth in his chest. This wasn't so bad. Marth wasn't sure what possessed him to, but when they were in a slightly more private setting, he kissed her. She squawked slightly but she returned the kiss. Marth felt his heart hammer in his chest again. He wanted more. His body however wanted to give out. He would be lucky to not do anything else more rash. He wished he could just decide what he wanted. Caeda or the Summoner? Or why not both. His heart ached at the thought. He really shouldn't be... ~~~ The headache was enough to convince Marth not to drink like that again. The only plus was that he didn't have any missions. He sighed. He barely remembered the night before and as he tried to piece it together he felt his face go red. He'd kissed the Summoner. Sweet mother of Naga he'd kissed the Summoner ! His heart pounded in his chest making the headache worse. He couldn't believe what he'd done. A groan escaped his throat as he lay back down. He'd kissed the Summoner. What was worse was that nearly everyone else would have seen it happen. He almost couldn't get any redder. Then he paused as he realised that she'd kissed him in return. He felt his eyes close wanting to feel how he'd felt when it happened. It was careless of him, he had to admit, but imagining her kissing him...his eyes snapped open. This wasn't the place for taking care of that need now, he would have to hold off for a while until he was somewhere more appropriate to what he was planing. He saw some food waiting for him and a large mug of warm tea. He frowned but then he smiled when he saw the note, in her writing no less,“ Marth ,” it said, “ please take good care of yourself today. You won't have to do patrols, Ogma volunteered to do it today with Nowi. ~Chloey. ”Marth felt guilty and resolved to see her, to thank her for her concern if nothing else. ~~~ Marth decided a trip to the baths was the thing to do after he had breakfast, even if he wasn't feeling the best after last night's drinking episode. That and he had something that needed to be taken care of and a bath was the only way for it to be cleaned up. He pulled out the box and started to peel off his clothing- it would be cleaned when he returned to change back. Marth sighed as he put his gear into the box and wrapped the provided towel around his waist. He figured he'd be the only one in the baths but it never hurt to have a little modesty just in case. The cool stone against his bare feet felt nice as he walked towards the main bathing area- which was divided into three sections. The left was for the women, the centre a mixed bath and the right was for the men. Marth was about to go to the men's bath when he heard a low moan of what sounded to be relief coming from the mixed baths. He had a feeling he was going to possibly regret it, but he went into the mixed bath anyway. He nearly lost his composure at the sight before him. The Summoner, completely naked and not even a care in the world. Marth felt his heart race and a sudden heat in his nethers. A low moan of mild discomfort almost escaped him but he held it in- somehow. He'd never seen a woman naked before. This was a sight he couldn't exactly ignore. His eyes swept over the foreign form, widening at the sight. He almost didn't know where to actually look. He hesitated and walked forwards, as lightly as possible as not to disturb the sight before him. A different kind of hunger gnawed at his stomach and the heat raced tenfold to his groin at the erotic sight. He didn't want the spell to be broken. She moved and his eyes met hers. Marth blushed and tried to say something... anything , but his mind wouldn't work. The Summoner seemed unsurprised by his stare, she blushed slightly but other than that she didn't move to cover herself or stop him from looking. And gods he couldn't stop looking. He almost didn't realise how close she'd got until she said in an amused tone, “Like what you see huh?”He gulped but nodded, his voice failing him. He could feel an unpleasant, but equally pleasant heat burning his penis as it started to get hard as his mind ran wild with an almost primal desire to touch her. It was to the point he was becoming acutely aware of his own erection growing progressively more of an issue that he knew would need to be dealt with soon. He somehow found his voice, “M-may I?” he asked her and she came within inches of their bodies touching, her blue eyes looking into his with a small but sly grin on her face,“You might want to specify that Marth.” The Summoner said playfully and he felt his face heat up. He grasped the courage he'd had the night before and gently cupped her chin. She was small than he was, but in that moment it didn't matter. His lips met hers and he let out a low moan. He knew it was improper but in that moment he didn't care. Kissing her felt good and Marth needed it. Her boldness was emboldening him. He didn't even realised his hands had moved until her bare skin was against his own. He drew back panting slightly, his eyes darkened with lust. The Summoner smirked playfully, “Well that wasn't expected... How can I say no to such a polite question like that?”He felt her smooth skin under his fingertips, “May I...?” he asked voice deepening slightly as he knew he couldn't hold it in any longer, “ May I make love with you? ”She smiled softly and kissed him, pressing against his chest with her breasts flush, “Yes.” The Summoner consented as they broke apart briefly. Marth bit back a moan of desire. He felt her hands fiddle with the towel, brushing against his skin that suddenly had become too warm, “But we'll need to remove that if you really want to.”Marth felt his hand meet hers and he let the towel drop to the floor. It made a satisfying thump before he followed her into the water. As soon as she was in deep enough Marth was quick to claim a passionate kiss. They were in the water on on of the middle steps of the bath and Marth could feel the fire growing. Each kiss serving to make him lose his sanity with each meeting of their lips. His body felt like molten rock as he hardened under her touch. He hungered so much… ~~~ Marth suddenly woke to a frustration he'd not been expecting. It was a dream. He woke to a throbbing erection, as well as a slightly throbbing headache. He heard a knock on the door and he sat up quickly, trying his best to conceal the erection until it settled, “It's open!” he called out and he saw the the door open to reveal Chloey,“Good morning Marth, did you sleep okay?” She asked kindly, “Ryoma's on patrol today, so you don't have to worry.”Marth smiled softly, “I see, thank you.” He would have time to deal with his little problem in private. Or at least he would have, had she not set the tray down onto the table then sat on the edge of the bed. She bit her bottom lip adorably and Marth's heart fluttered in his chest. This was just too much…“Marth…” She smiled her cute smile, “There's no need to thank me. I only did what I thought was right.”His heart hammered in his chest.“I still feel I should,” Marth explained as he carefully drew close, “beacuse,” the distance between them was slight, though his eyes had yet to meet hers, “I am truly grateful for having met you, Chloey.”His hand brushed against hers and she blush as he gently cupped her chin. The kiss was tender. He felt her pull closer and heard a low moan of desire escape her. With his head freed from the insidious alcohol, Marth was able to enjoy it more. The Summoner became pliant and Marth ached for more, but he did not go further, not without the Summoner's permission. He knew it was improper. But in that moment he didn't care. They broke apart and Marth thought he may have over stepped the boundaries. She however leant forwards and claimed another kiss. Marth felt like he was riding a high, his body ached for release, improper thoughts ran though his mind and Marth's hand wandered. The Summoner didn't stop him. She let him explore her, though her clothing was in the way. Breathless pants gave way to low moans of desire and Marth knew he had to stop. No matter how he yearned to feel more he didn't want to force her into it. “Marth…” he voice was soft, her breathing heavy. She leant up and said softly, “Did you...want to stop?”He was panting softly, “I…” He couldn't say the truth of the matter and yet, when he looked into her eyes, desire pooled into his gut, he needed this. His body ached with it. Chloey stroked his cheek tenderly and it near undid him then and there,“It's alright, we don't have to rush this.” She said and Marth felt relief and guilt in equal measure. He had not realised the position he was in until now. The blanket was askew on the bed, his night clothes also askew and his erection was obvious. She knew. He blushed and then felt her hand gently make its way down to his pulsing shaft. Her soft touch was a knowing one. Marth groaned softly, and made no move to stop her. He was going to lose all sense of control. She stopped and Marth let out a low lustful growl,“I want this...but I don't want it at the cost of us.”The summoner smiled softly, “I see. Then I'll tell you if it gets too much, alright?” she offered her voice soft in his ear. Marth near came undone,“Yes,” he moaned, “Please do…” They kissed and Marth felt himself move over the Summoner who ended up letting her clothing fall to the ground. The sight was arrousing him. He kissed her again and his night clothes joined her clothing. The heat had grown exponentially and his penis throbbed with anticipation of what was next. He might not have known much about sex, but he didn't care. Right now he had an itch that needed to be scratched, desire pooled in his stomach. He was guided into her and a low moan escaped the Prince. It was tight and wet, exquisitely so. His dick throbbed as he nearly lost himself then and there. She caught his shoulders with her delicate hands, “Please don't stop!” the Summoner begged as he drew out. He thrust back into her, experimenting with his next thrust, still slowly but she didn't seem to mind. Marth was overwhelmed by the sensation. As he adjusted to it, he began to move faster and harder. Her cries of pleasure and his name the mantra by which he moved, ever harder, ever faster as she cried out to him, pleading for more. He shifted slightly, changing the angle of entry ever so slightly and the Summoner screamed, “Marth!” and “God yes!” and “There! Right! There!” He wasn't sure how long he kept it up but he could feel his end approching. He loved the feeling of this tight wetness encasing him just so, and he could feel himself nearly ready to come. He heard the Summoner cry out, “Going to-” then she let out a cry as she climaxed, tightened around Marth's dick and making him feel a sudden burst of euphoria that had him fire inside of her with thick ropes of his seed splashing into her. His desire laden state spilling some outside of her, not that he really noticed as his body was spent from the effort. He would have to rest. He drew out and curled up to the Summoner. Eyes closing as he embraced her. He knew it was improper. Yet he couldn't bring himself to care. He needed this. His only lament was that he didn't do it sooner. ~~~ The dawn light shone into the Summoner's bedchambers and woke the couple from their slumber. Eyes half closed, Marth gently lent forward and kissed Chloey's forehead, "We should probably get ready love."She let out a low moan, "Five more minutes please..." She sighed her head resting on his chest as she didn't want to get up. Marth chuckled softly,"Very well." He said pulling her into a tender embrace.
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Guilt and Pleasure
When the light faded and his eyes adjusted, Marth discovered he'd not died, but had in fact been summoned to Askr, a kingdom at war with the Emblian Empire. The whole time he stood on the dais, he listened to what the young woman explained to him. It was a lot to follow. He noticed that she was trembling slightly and her eyes were down cast. It was almost as if she had not wished to pull him into a war. She was kind however and listened to his questions and did her very best to answer them, trying to help Marth feel at home. He was taken to his accommodation and she bade him goodnight and let him settle in on his own, as if sensing he needed some time to himself.
~~~
The first battle was difficult. He however was glad that he wasn't fighting alone. The Summoner was nearby, which was normal for training sessions. He was sparring with Commander Anna. The axe not quite able to deal with him but he had yet to come into his strength. The gash up his arm wasn't serious but he knew it would be a problem. “Okay that's enough!” the Summoner called out and bought bandages and a strange thing Marth would later find out was a first aid kit. She looked worried and he noticed that she saw the gash and frowned. “Marth, you should see a healer about that before it gets worse. I can treat it. I'm no healer but I know how to look after wounds in a pinch.” she explained. Marth was surprised but he soon held his arm out as she cleaned the wound and gave it a temporary dressing. He found it amusing slightly but he was grateful all the same.
~~~
When the real fighting came Marth was glad he'd gained some of his strength back. It was not an easy battle but he also hated the fact that he had to fight so many dragons. It was depressing and it was Anna who'd said he should have. He wanted to speak with the Summoner and this was putting a dent into that. He gripped Falchion and took out yet another dragon. He was beginning to question Anna's motives.
Marth and his group returned to Askr Castle and of course the nervous Summoner was waiting for them all. She cried when she saw how injured they were and Marth tried to assure her that they were fine but seeing the hurt in her eyes was...more painful than Marth cared to admit. She fussed over him the entire way to the infirmary and Marth spotted Caeda looking less than pleased. He however was too busy calming the distressed Summoner to really pay any attention. Sure he'd got hurt but he would be fine. He however couldn't help the small smile. The Summoner was really sweet.
~~~
Marth was one of the last heroes to arrive to the mess hall after training and while he wasn't that hungry he was surprised when he suddenly heard his name. He turned to see the Summoner with a dish of food. How did she know he liked stew and bread?
“Ah, Chloey…”
“Hey Marth, Oscar was on cooking duty with Stahl, so I asked if they could save some for you since you hadn't come by yet. I hope you like it.” She said as she held the plate out to him. Marth felt a smile,
“Thank you. Have you eaten already? Perhaps...if you haven't...you might join me?” he offered and she smiled,
“Sure, I won't be long!” she said as she headed back to the kitchen. A cough sounded behind him and Marth turned to see Jagen looking as stern as he remembered,
“Come now, there's a conversation that I've been meaning to have with her for a while now.” Marth said to Jagen's disapproving gaze, “I owe her my gratitude for her kindness.” Jagen frowned,
“And you think it wise to talk to her over a meal?”
Marth sighed, “It is the only chance I have had thus far with all of the fighting that we've had of late.” Marth said and Jagen seemed to back down. Marth continued, “Besides, why would a meal shared with a friend be a problem? Do you think I would be as foolish to forget about Caeda?” he gave the knight a stern look. He wasn't a naïve boy anymore for Naga's sake! Jagen seemed to be taken aback and he hastily bowed,
“My apologies Milord.” Marth was about to say something when the Summoner skipped into view, her smile bright. Jagen sighed but left the pair in peace. Marth had to wonder what that was all about. He shook it off as the pair sat across one another at the dining table. Marth listened as the Summoner chattered about how she was looking forward to being able to rest from all the strategies and how she found out about some outrealm that had a beach in it that she intended to go to if Anna would let her. Marth smiled at her enthusiasm. It was refreshing. He naturally thanked her and she blinked in mild confusion until he explained why. Then she smiled and said, “There is no need to thank me!” her eyes looked down and she blushed, “I was only trying to do what I could to help.”
He grinned. She was a sweet girl.
~~~
Marth was doing his patrol when he crossed paths with the Summoner. She was yawning but determined to stay up clearly. He spoke, “Chloey, it's late. Shouldn't you be resting now?” she jolted and shot him a guilty look,
“I...I can't…” She said as she lent on the wall. She looked pale and...scared. Marth frowned and came to stand beside her and she spoke, “Do you...ever have nightmares…?”
His eyes widened as understanding filled his being. He spoke gently, “I do.” there was no point beating about the bush, Marth knew what it was like to wake from a terrifying dream. He saw her half nod then heard a soft sob, “If...you don't mind, what happened?” Marth asked, “Did you...have a night terror?”
Chloey sniffled but nodded. She looked so hurt. Marth gently took her hand, “It...it was…” the Summoner whimpered and Marth had a feeling whatever it was, it had to be something that would terrify the usually unflappable Summoner. He heard a faint hiccup and could see by the light of the moon that she was really close to crying, “Something from my world...something that happened to me...before…” Marth froze. Chloey never normally spoke about her world,
“Before?” he asked gently and she sniffled,
“Before I came to Askr...when I was...a little girl...it's not...something I like to think about.” she said and he could see the tears starting to fall. Marth sighed and pressed her into his chest without hesitation. She needed comfort. He might not have been the best person for her, but as he held her, he realised something. Chloey had opened up to him. Not Alfonse, not Anna or Sharena...but to
him
. Marth felt light headed but also a sense of responsibility. She chose to tell him. There was no honour higher than that.
~~~
The cool of the night bought Marth to of of the alcoves in the Castle's gardens. He was lost in thought and he spotted the Summoner resting on a bench. She was gazing up at the stars. Marth smiled softly at the sight of her. She looked different without the hood over her face. She caught his eye and smiled gently, “It sure is nice out there tonight.” She said with a smile. Marth grinned in response and said,
“May I join you Chloey?” he'd not realised he'd said her name but she nodded without hesitation.
They sat there together watching the stars in the night sky and Marth noticed her shiver slightly. She must have felt the cold a fair bit more than he did. He gently shuffled closer and used his cape to shield her from the breeze. Chloey seemed to tense for a moment but eventually she relaxed and lent on his shoulder. The stars twinkling above them. Marth spotted a shooting star and wished for peace.
~~~
Marth moved hastily about his room. He was aware of the mission he had to go on and he didn't have time to do his usual activities since he was in such a rush. He was joining the Summoner on a scouting mission with a team. He was the only sword user, joined by two dragons, Nowi and Myrrh and Clarine, the healer. It wasn't meant to take long, but he knew it would take some time, thus he had to prepare as best he could. He was half done when Jagen came in and as Marth pulled the finishing touches, he shouldered the bag, “Ah, Jagen. I can't stay and talk-”
Jagen frowned, “What do you mean?” he said sharply,
“Scouting mission.” Marth said shortly as he closed the door behind him, “I really should get going-”
Jagen frowned but fell into step with Marth, “You were with the Summoner last night were you not?”
Marth gave a non committal sound, then turned the corner to see the entire team was waiting for him, “Hey look it's Marth!” Nowi cheered happily. The sight reminded him of Tiki before she was put into her slumber. His heart ached. He missed that about her.
“So is everyone ready to go?” Chloey asked and Marth smiled,
“I am.”
“Yes, a lady such as myself would never resort to being unprepared for a simple scouting mission.”
“Yep!”
“I wish Ephraim could come too…”
Chloey smiled, “Please hold the fort while we're gone Jagen. I'm counting on you and the others.”
Jagen frowned but said nothing. The Summoner was a trusting woman. Marth could have swore he saw a disapproving gaze.
~~~
Marth walked alongside the Summoner as Nowi and Myrrh used their dragon forms to fly through the sky. They'd found a campsite and Clarine joined them in setting up the tents they would use. Marth had to admit three tents weren't easy to set up as they looked. He was glad to lend his strength and they eventually got the task done. Though not without a few mishaps and a fair bit of laughter all around as they laughed and joked about what they had to do. Chloey had smiled and it was sweet, a sight Marth wished he could see more of.
~~~
Later that night, Marth set up his bedroll and lay down. It was on the cool side but he'd be alright. He shared a good meal with his friends and was ready to sleep having taken watch that afternoon with the Summoner. She seemed to be in good spirits which made Marth happy. He hoped she would stay that way for a while. He liked her smile.
He paused.
When had that happened?
~~~
It was near the middle of the night when Marth woke to the sounds of quiet sobbing. He crawled out of his bedroll and saw Chloey near the dying flames of the campfire. She looked depressed and he felt an ache at the thought. He came and sat quietly beside her. He spoke, “Is everything alright, Chloey?” He asked gently and she stiffened slightly, Marth gently took her hand, “Was it another nightmare?” she nodded as her eyes brimmed with tears. He didn't have to ask her anything else but he gently pressed her to his chest. It wasn't fair to have her this upset. The closeness between them was something he felt comfortable with.
~~~
He should have known there might be an ambush. He and the Summoner got separated from the group and Marth was desperately trying to regroup with the others while still protecting Chloey as she couldn't fight back or defend herself.
Chloey was injured, but only mildly. She hobbled about as best she could, firing Breidablik at any enemies that got too close but Marth knew that they couldn't keep this pace of fighting up for much longer. Then thankfully the end came. They were in unfamiliar territory, though by Marth's guess not too far from getting back to Askr. He found a campsite and urged the Summoner to rest. She complied but it was clear she didn't seem to like it much.
He barely managed to get the tent up when her adrenaline wore off. It did not take long for her to start whimpering helplessly as the pain set in. She forced her leg up onto a stray log and lowered her upper body to the ground. Marth tilted his head and knelt beside her, “Uh...Chloey?”
“It needs to be elevated. It'll lessen the pain, until we can get to a healer.” She explained through clenched teeth as she tugged off her boot. She bit back a cry of pain and Marth could see that the ankle was swollen, “Damn it!” the Summoner cursed. Then she let out a low whine of pain, “I'm pretty sure it's twisted.” said Chloey eyes slightly unfocused due to the pain.
“We’ll have to take it slowly for a little while then.” Marth suggested,
“I hope the others are alright.” Chloey said from her spot on the ground. Marth nodded in agreement,
“I'm sure they'll be fine.” he assured, “Dragon folk are tougher than they look and at least they have Clarine with them as well.”
She sighed and smiled softly, “I guess.”
~~~
Marth found the time travelling back to Askr a bit lengthy, not helped by the fact the Summoner could barely walk, though she insisted on it. He waited until she had to stop and rest. She was limping very badly and Marth knew if she didn't rest it would be made worse before they got to the Castle. Worse still he couldn't exactly hunt too well, knowing that she was vulnerable on her own even more so now with an injury.
It was the third day since they were separated from the others when Marth managed to find a good campsite. He was equally lucky to have got the Summoner to rest in their tent. He thought it would be a peaceful night. How wrong he was.
The Summoner had one of her nightmares. He heard the cry and was by her side, soothing her as best he could. Her hands in his own in a position that was far too intimate for just friends. He should have noticed but for some reason...he didn't want to think about the consequences of what he was going to do. A part of him reasoning that he needed this time with her. He needed to soothe her. Holding her carefully in his arms Marth stroked her hair. It was the vulnerability she was showing, coupled with the intimacy of their positions that had Marth well aware of how his body was physically responding. He forced the reaction back. She did not need him to go there. Not yet as he doubted that was their relationship.
The morning came and Marth was stiff. He glanced down and saw the Summoner's head in his lap, her eyes closed, breathing deep and even. He sighed. They had another gruelling day of travelling ahead to get back to Askr. The Summoner's injury was not improving and he couldn't exactly hunt properly to get a decent meal for them. Marth spoke softly, “Chloey, it's time to wake up.” he gently ran his fingers through her hair. They needed to get as far as they could today. The closer they were to Askr the better. Chloey's response was to groan, her eyes fluttering open and blink owlishly at him. She wasn't completely awake by any means. She was however aware and that was a start.
“Marth?” The Summoner's voice croaked slightly, strained by her half awake state, “What...what time is it?” she asked with a yawn reaching for her phone. Marth picked the device up and gave it to her, and Chloey pushed a button on the side. Marth blinked as the screen came to life with numbers. He spoke,
“Um...nine?”
She chuckled, “Eight forty-five.” he blushed, “The large hand is the minutes, the smaller one the hour.” The Summoner explained. Marth was both fascinated and confused. A rare feeling for him.
“It certainly is different to what I'm used to.” Marth said,
“It takes a bit to get used to but it's almost second nature for me. I guess growing up with something does tend to do that to a person.” she chuckled softly.
After some protest, Marth eventually ended up letting the Summoner hobble beside him again. She really didn't like him having to do so much. Still it could have been worse, Marth thought. He heard the sound of hooves and tensed, “Lord Marth! Chloey! Where are you?!” came none other than Abel's voice. Marth grinned,
“Abel! Over here!”
The clatter of hooves announced the arrival of the cavalier. He wasn't the only one as the young Stahl was there as well, “There you are!” Abel cried and he dismounted and raced over, “You're not hurt are you?”
“Marth's fine.” Chloey said grunting softly as she took her weight off her ankle. Marth cast a worried eye over her and Stahl came to stand beside the Summoner,
“So how'd that happen?” he asked calmly, though Marth could see the worry,
“I wasn't looking where I was running. I'm damn lucky I had Marth to help keep me safe.” Chloey said with a smile. Stahl nodded, trusting her. They knew Marth would do his utmost to protect his allies, “What happened to Clarine, Myrrh and Nowi? Are they okay?” the Summoner pleaded,
“They're alright, we just found ‘em.”
Her shoulders lowered as she relaxed, “Good. That's good.”
“Let's get you back to the Castle.” Abel said,
“You may want to let her ride.” Marth said, “Chloey can barely walk, she really hurt her ankle.”
Abel nodded and together with Marth picked up the Summoner- who protested profusely about it- and sat her on the back of Abel's mount. She sighed but eventually gave in to their request. Not walking for a while was nice and she did need to rest. She shot Marth a grateful smile. He walked alongside her while Abel easily kept pace on his horse's near side. Chloey seemed to relax which was good.
They arrived to the Castle with Alfonse and Anna in panic mode. Marth chose to carry the Summoner to the infirmary while Stahl and Abel went to report. She practically fell asleep in his arms. Lucius greated him and Marth carefully set the Summoner down onto the spare bed. He explained what happened and Lucius listened attentively, “We'll get it fixed.” the young priest said calmly, “She'll be good as new. Though she will need to rest for a couple more days.”
“Of course.” Marth said aware that he should go, “I'll go report to Commander Anna, she'll want to know about the Emblians targeting Chloey.”
~~~
Marth walked to Commander Anna’s office and saw that she was surprised to see him, “Ah, Marth, I'm glad to see you're unharmed. How's Chloey?”
“She'll need a couple of days rest according to Lucius, but she should be just fine. The same can not be said of the Emblian soldiers however that ambushed us.”
Anna frowned,
“You were ambushed?”
“Yes Commander.” said Marth. She frowned and made a note to ask Chloey what her plans were, “I will keep an eye on Chloey. She needs someone to keep her safe.”
“Are you volunteering?” Anna asked surprised,
“I am. It would be more for my peace of mind than anything else. She is mostly defenceless so it would make sense to have someone protect her.” Marth said and Anna raised an eyebrow but said nothing. He turned to leave and it was only then that Anna muttered,
“Alfonse is not going to like this…”
~~~
Three weeks passed and as normal, Marth was by the Summoner's side. She was learning how to use a sword to at least be able to defend herself. Xander was quite happy to help, having taught Corrin and others who were not as skilled to match Arya in the blade. Marth helped as best he could as well and Chloey was making some progress, albeit very slowly compared to almost all the other heroes. Marth spotted Caeda watching and frowning, perhaps at how slow Chloey was. He sighed. She lacked the strength of a sword wielder but they weren't sure if she could use magic...and Marth saw Chloey near drop the blade and double over panting heavily from the effort. She was shaking again, “Enough for now.” Xander said, worried but hiding it well, “Perhaps Robin should try with magic once you've got your breath back.”
Marth could see the mild shame on her face but she tried to straighten up, only to near fall over. He caught the Summoner and she smiled sadly, “Damn it…” She groaned her body quivering,
“She's not doing that badly.” Robin, the male one spoke up, “She just needs time. Still, I think she's tried just about every weapon hasn't she?”
“Aside from Breidablik, yes.” Marth confirmed.
“I'm sure we'll find something that works for her.” Robin said his chocolate brown eyes crinkling as he smiled, “We can't give up.”
Chloey nodded weakly. She was truly going to give it her all.
~~~
A scream told Marth that the Summoner had another nightmare. He was never too far from her these days and he came into her room. She was on the edge of the bed quivering and shaking. Marth sat beside her and gently rubbed her back. She leant into his warmth and Marth felt his body quiver slightly. This was beginning to become a regular occurrence. Yet Marth couldn't bring himself to stop what was happening between him and the Summoner. It was almost like a switch was flicked and Marth decided to try and distract her from the nightmare. He gently brushed her forehead with a soft kiss. He couldn't do that much, but he did what he could.
~~~
Marth wasn't sure how but the barrier between him and the Summoner had broken. He lay beside her, holding her as she needed it. He'd not thought this would happen, yet it had. Her breathing was relaxed and calm and Marth would be lying if he said he didn't enjoy it. She was asleep in his arms and that alone was soothing for him. He didn't want to let her go.
~~~
It was just as winter came to Askr that Marth shared a true kiss with the Summoner. The intimacy between them at such a level as one might assume- rightly so- that they were lovers. Marth didn't mind winter, though Chloey had the misfortune of feeling the cold. Her body shivered beneath blankets and more often than not, Marth found himself sharing the bed with her in the effort of keeping her warm. Something that was both relieving and torturous at the same time. His body ached and craved more, frequently he had to pleasure himself to near exhaustion so that he could keep the near lewd thoughts at bay.
Until that stopped working.
He sighed.
He wasn't sure what he should do.
It was a particularly cold night and Chloey as ever curled up to him, seeking the warmth their embrace could provide. She couldn't really see him without her glasses. She was tired and he was still so wound up. A soft kiss between them was all it took for the balance to tip.
Marth let out a soft moan and felt his body quiver under the Summoner’s touch. Her soft moans drawing him in. She didn't even seem to want him to stop.
He felt his body shift until he was above her, carefully balanced between her legs as the kissing grew more frantic. She let out a low moan and he could feel her hips shift. She was almost like a wyvern in heat and Marth could feel his own body twinge in anticipation of what was to come. Clothing fell away, his hardening dick springing free of the confines of his small clothes and he hesitantly began to grind slowly against her nethers. The Summoner moaning softly as her body became more and more aroused.
The steady gasps for air becoming more and more frequent as slowly he was robbed of all sense. Her moans and quiet sayings of his name made Marth determined to make her come undone beneath him. Gentle fingers rubbed her clit, as he sort to stimulate her into a state of bliss. Her wanton moan told him she was enjoying it to a point, but she wasn't as easy as he assumed to get going. He switched his tactics.
His free hand slipped over her breasts and she shivered as he began to massage them gently. Her nipples were quick to become erect under his fingers and he felt her quiver against his erection. She bucked her hips and he felt her partially take him in. She was enjoying this clearly.
Slowly Marth eased into the Summoner inch by agonising inch. He kept it slow as she adjusted to him being inside of her. Once he was fully in with his cock lathered in her juices then did he withdraw.
Only to thrust back in a little more rapidly. A wanton moan escaped the Summoner and she gripped the bedding below her. A cry of his name and a plea not to stop and Marth kept gradually picking the pace up.
His hand slipped to her hips and he could feel her shift, rising them slightly so that his thrusts became easier and deeper. Marth felt her clench around his throbbing penis and he moaned softly. She was doing everything she could to make this as pleasurable as possible so he could focus on his own release. However that wasn't what Marth wanted.
No. He would make the Summoner come hard. Once he was slick enough he began to come at the Summoner hard and fast. Her cries of pleasure she tried to keep as quiet as possible, rightly so given the rumours that had been circulating of late, though they were supposed to have taken this step months ago if the Castle maids were to be believed.
He could feel her begin to become delirious from the pleasure.
The Summoner cried his name again, a deep guttural moan of pleasure that told him she was close to her climax. The cries reaching a point where he was reaching to tip her over. Each thrust he made dug deeper into her hitting deeply inside of her to the point where Marth knew his own end was fast approaching. He however didn't want to let go and she came. Though he knew time was running out he still keep the thrusts deep when she suddenly cried out and her body twinged of its own accord and he felt her release. He gave a final deep thrust and felt his own climax hit home.
He was mildly surprised by his own release. He thought he'd taken enough care of himself that it wouldn't be so thick. A sigh escaped him. Perhaps
this
was what was needed. He gently kissed her forehead tenderly as he slowly drew out. It was a mess but he knew that they could take care of it later, as of that moment all he needed was an embrace with his love.
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Stress Relief: Friends with Benefits
When he first arrived to Askr, Caleb was confused. He was for the most part not really good at anything, he lacked the skills to do basic math, had writing that almost no one else could decipher, and was slow when it came to reading. Alfonse was decent enough to try to help Caleb where he could.
Even so, Caleb wasn't exactly well suited to being the summoner of the Order.
So when he stood on the summoning dais, holding Breidablik and firing at a random green stone, he was mildly taken aback by the woman who stood before him. She was pretty, though he didn't really know that much about her. Of course her kind smile made Caleb feel like he could get to know her, and he felt this for certain- they could become good friends.
~~~
Caleb was running morbidly late again. He was huffing as he ran, racing to get to the mess hall before he missed out on kitchen duties.
It wasn't his god damn fault Anna was so mean to him making him stay and write pages and pages of notes out again because she couldn't read them. He was soon doubled over, not even close to his destination, “Oh hello there Caleb.” He looked up and smiled sadly,
“Hey Lyn.” He wasn't particularly happy about being late,
“Is everything alright?” she asked and Caleb made a half hearted gesture,
“Yeah, if Anna didn't want to keep me back.”
“Ah...I did have a question if you didn't mind.”
Caleb smiled a bit more kindly, “What kind of question? I can't promise I'll have the answer you're looking for but-”
Lyn chuckled softly, “Oh, it wasn't that kind of a question.” Caleb blushed,
“Well that's...that's good.”
“Perhaps I might be able to help with kitchen duties tonight, seeing as I'm not actually on the roster for any task.”
Caleb sighed, “I knew Anna screwed something up.” he groaned, “Sure. I've been meaning to try something from my world for quite a while now...for everyone to try actually but it's a bit complex in that you need two people for the task, if you don't mind doing it, of course.”
Which was how Caleb ended up in the kitchen with a large pot filled with his best attempt of butter chicken curry. He knew a little about making it and they were currently preparing it based on the ingredients he was able to get, “How are those tomatoes coming along?”
“Well, though I still don't see why you had to deal with the onions.” Lyn replied, mildly confused as to what Caleb was doing.
“I'd rather not force others to do it and cutting up onions is the pits.” Caleb said honestly, “At least I can do that much.”
He carefully poured in a little oil into the pot and started to cook the onions. By the time he'd got the base done the kitchen smelled like he'd been transported to the place where he used to work. It was a wonderful smell. While the base was simmering Caleb then moved onto the chicken meat. He didn't flinch as he sliced and diced the breast meat. He was about halfway through the task when Lyn spoke up, “Um Caleb, what's next?”
He looked thoughtful, “Do we have some fresh cream? If so we should put that in soon.”
By the time they were done Caleb grinned. It was his best and he hoped that everyone would like it.
~~~
As it turned out Caleb's meal was a hit. He was glad it worked out and he made adjustments to the roster, mostly because Anna hadn't even bothered to.
Of course things took a turn for the worse as the Emblians kept targeting Askr and the gates. Caleb's workload had been steadily increasing and he was beginning to pull too many nights. Sometimes he'd be at the summoning ruins, others shuffling through the castle, eyes half glazed over as he staggered around making sure everyone was okay.
He groaned as he staggered into his room too tired to even keep to his normal routine. He was going to have a very early start. He wanted to make sure he got a few things done come the early morn.
~~~
Caleb barely got out of bed to join the team of heroes that he was going to do a patrol with. Lyn, Masked Marth, Nowi and Lucius were all waiting for him. “Morning guys.” Caleb struggled not to yawn, “We're going to be heading to the world of mystery today. Hopefully we won't have to deal with any of Veronica’s shenanigans and we can get back home quickly.” He said calmly, “Alright then, let's go.”
~~~
They arrived to check the gate and Caleb settled to the usual routine. Go into the world, meet with the heroes there and if all was well return to Askr. Unless of course they were attacked by Emblian forces.
Today it was the later and Caleb stayed by Lyn's side for his own safety. He also acted as he should, guiding the heroes to victory.
~~~
The return to Askr saw Caleb flop onto his bed and groan. He was exhausted both mentally and physically. He needed a break. He moved to lay on his back and struggled to pull himself up. He still had to check on everyone and their battle after battle was not good on the heroes.
He checked on the usual heroes like Alfonse and Sharena, both reassuring him they were okay, though Caleb liked to be on the sure side.
~~~
Being the Summoner for the Order of Heroes was no easy task. It couldn't get more stressful if it tried.
Caleb had spent the last three or so months trying to establish a basic routine, because Saizo be damned Caleb needed regularly and order. He had began to neglect some...more personal needs of late and he was well aware of the problem. There was no way he could ask
anyone
of the female heroes to help him with it. They either were married, had a boyfriend or were just plain out of his league.
He sighed as the problem started to get worse.
He would have to start to take better care of himself…
~~~
Caleb made his way to the main hall and happened across Lyn, looking worried as she seemed to be fretting over something, “Hey Lyn, is everything okay?” Caleb asked in concern,
“I…might need a favour of you...please Caleb.”
Caleb blinked but he said, “What kind of a favour? I don't mind helping you if you need it Lyn.”
“We...can we go somewhere more private...please?”
Caleb nodded and followed Lyn back to her quarters in the Heroes’ barracks. On the way Caleb spoke with her,
“I hope we get time to have a break soon, I know how hard it is going through battle after battle. I just...I just feel like I should be doing more to help.”
Lyn smiled, “Oh Caleb, you're too sweet to think that way.” she said as she lead him in and closed the door behind them. Caleb chose to sit near the fireplace which was empty as there wasn't a need for it to be in use, “Though to be fair this...is sort something I am not sure how to ask but…”
Lyn came over to him and Caleb realised that she was actually quite close, “But…?” the Summoner asked,
“I need help with a...well...slightly intimate matter.” Lyn said, “A...shall we say, friends with benefits kind of help.”
Caleb blushed slightly, “Ah, I see. Well I can't claim to be any good, but...I'm fine with that, as long as you're clear on when you want me to stop.”
Lyn smiled, “Of course. Though we might have to some other time.”
Caleb nodded, “Sure. When you're ready.”
~~~
It was almost a full three weeks before Caleb was approached by Lyn. It was almost time for him to go to bed and he was mildly taken aback by her sudden (though not unexpected) arrival. She seemed quite hot and bothered and Caleb was surprised by how forward she was being.
“Ah…” He began as Lyn closed the door behind her, “Are you...did you want to…?” He asked and Lyn nodded taking him by even more surprise when she started to practically drop her clothing off. It did not take Caleb much to get an erection these days- since he had been neglecting his needs- and the toned lithe body before him was most certainly turning him on.
“Yes Summoner, I do want to.”
Caleb spoke, “So how do you need me?” He asked erection throbbing with anticipation as he tried not to be caught up in Lyn's nicely sized breasts. He was surprised when she straddled him, a shy blush on her face,
“Can we...do it like this?” She asked, gently reaching to his still clothed and very much throbbing erection.
“Okay, if you want me to stop, just say the word, okay?” Caleb said unzipping his pants to expose his penis, “We can take this as slow as you need Lyn.” He said gently. Lyn nodded and began to palm his dick. Caleb bit back a low moan. It felt good after all of the self neglect, but he stayed rigidly still. He wanted after all for this to be for Lyn.
After a while she lowered herself onto his throbbing hot erection and Caleb bit back a moan at how wonderfully tight and wet she was. He knew he shouldn't rush her but by god she was making this hard to do. He moaned softly as she eventually had him fully in. “Mmm…” Lyn sighed and pulled up, moaning as she did so, “Ah…”
“Take the time you need Lyn.” Caleb encouraged offering support for her as she slowly moved up and down on his dick. It felt
so good
. Still Caleb would be patient and let Lyn move at the pace she was comfortable with. Lyn smiled softly,
“Thank you...for this…” Lyn panted and began to pick up her pace, making Caleb glad he'd let her pick the pace. All he really did was both brace her and support her as she soon was bouncing on his dick at a pace he couldn't hope to thrust into her on his own. Each dip she made brought him closer to his release and he bit back a deep moan. In the haze of his mind Caleb suddenly realised what was missing and said urgently,
“Lyn…” She didn't slow as Caleb half moaned her name. He felt her climax on him and felt relief when she finally pulled off, panting from her exertions. She gently reached for his still erect penis and began to palm it again,
“It's not fair for you to miss out Summoner~.” Lyn said in a teasing tone and Caleb let out a deep guttural moan as he was so close to the edge,
“Ha...Lyn…” He lent forward resting on her bare shoulder, “Ah...so...ha...close...mmmph….don't want to...hnn...make...a...mess…”
The sudden burst of euphoria he had as his release came had him trembling. Lyn smiled softly and gently pulled Caleb into an embrace, “I think we should do this again sometime.” She smiled softly,
Caleb nodded weakly, “Yes and next time I'll have to make use of contraception. That way you don't have to worry about getting pregnant.”
“You would do that just for me?” Lyn asked amazed,
“Well it's not just that good for you.” said the exhausted Summoner, “It is...kind of stress relief for me as well. As long as you're okay with this.”
Lyn smiled, “I quite like that idea.”
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A Tactician's Love
The arrival was a shock, to be sure. Robin had been in the middle of planning his next move for the Shepherds. The sudden light and discovery that he wasn't in Ylisse was a bit...no it was a massive shock for the tactician. He couldn't believe it at first. He stood before a woman in a white coat her face half obscured by the hood she was wearing. She seemed nice enough, introducing herself as Chloey. She was excited to see him and he had to admit he was a touch surprised by that. It was nice that he didn't forget anything from the time since Chrom and the others found him. He was scared at the thought of losing more memories. Robin was surprised to find the Summoner didn't think herself much of a tactician. So he offered what help he could given the circumstances and she seemed relieved. He half wondered why that was. ~~~ Chloey was on her phone again, typing up ‘notes’ in her strange language. He couldn't really understand the ‘letters’ but did notice that there were seemingly familiar looking ‘numbers’. She was trying to explain to Robin how this world worked and he found she was a bit more of a tactician than she thought she was. Her lack of self confidence made Robin think of himself when he had no memory to speak of except his own name and battlefield tactics and strategies. He watched over her as she tried her best to keep everyone safe. She hated injuries, and was loathe to put anyone in danger. It was something he could relate to a lot. The pair certainly bonded quite strongly, as such it did not take as long as he thought for them to become friends. ~~~ When Morgan arrived it was hard for Robin not to smile widely. She may not have been his daughter, but he was still glad she came. He and Chloey both it seemed as the Summoner dotted on Morgan quite a bit. Robin smiled when he saw the two reading together and he felt a strange desire that made him wonder why he felt that way. It was almost as if Robin was looking at his family, yet he knew that wasn't possible. He never would have… Robin sighed and tried to think about something else. After all he was sure it wasn't his Morgan that was there. It did not take long for Morgan to join him and Chloey in their tactical discussions, though she just tended to write down the ideas they came up with more so than anything else. It was good as it made the process easier. Morgan loved asking questions and he found Chloey equally tried her best to explain how she knew certain things. ~~~ There was a lull in the war, winter always seemed to create that. Robin had wondered where Chloey was, having not seen her since before breakfast. He frowned and walked the halls of the Askran Castle. She was never one to miss kitchen duty deliberately, he knew. As Robin walked he passed some of the others that had been summoned. The Male Morgan waved as he trotted over to Robin's female counterpart, she was too wrapped up in her work to really notice much. He passed the Chrom Chloey summoned who was looking for his female counterpart. Robin sighed and let him know where she was, surprised by the grateful expression Chrom gave him. Robin kept on moving, eventually coming to the Summoner's living quarters. He was surprised to see the door closed at this hour of the day and he knocked. A frail, “It's not locked!” heard by a troubling sound of a hacking cough worried Robin and he near ripped the door off the hinges to reveal a very pale looking Chloey bundled up in as many blankets as humanly possible, her small frame shivering as coughs occasionally covered the silence. Robin noticed how cold the room was and frowned. He came over to her bed as Chloey sounded like she could barely breathe. She shot him an apologetic expression before another coughing fit took over. Robin understood now why she'd not been out of bed. Still the room was much too cold. Especially if she was shivering like this…“Sorry…” Chloey croaked, her voice strained, “I thought…” another vicious round of coughing made Robin's mind up,“Just rest.” he spoke tenderly, “I'll sort out getting some warmth in here and get you something to eat.” A hand gently brushed her hair off her face. Robin noticed her glasses were missing, still resting on the bedside table. She looked exhausted,“Thanks Robin,” Chloey croaked weakly, “I…” she coughed violently into her sleeve,“Rest.” Robin said gently. He would have to see if Lissa could help. Or indeed any of the other healers Chloey had summoned to Askr could. He did not like leaving her in her current state but he didn't have much of a choice. He hailed a nearby servant and got them to at least rekindle the fire to warm Chloey's living quarters. Then he spotted Libra, and upon explaining the situation, Libra came in to see how Chloey was holding up. By the time the room was at least somewhat warm, Robin bought in a bowl of soup. Libra had said it was the best thing for Chloey to eat, since she wasn't likely able to hold much down. Robin noticed that Chloey’s glasses were no longer on the table and she was half sat up in the bed. She was still coughing every now and again, still pale and yet...Robin sighed. It was an unpleasant echo he was familiar with. “Chloey…” She turned to look at him, “You should be resting.” He gently pried the scout reports from her grip and set the tray on her lap,“But…” she croaked and Robin sat on the end of her bed,“Don't worry about anything other than getting better.” Robin told her, “Reflet and I will make sure everything is okay. Plus we have Sorin to help- even if he's rude sometimes.”Chloey smiled sadly, “I don't…” she had another coughing fit, “I don't want to be a burden…” a strangled sob escaped her and Robin pulled her into a hug,“You're not a burden.” he said firmly, wondering why Prince Alfonse had not done anything to soothe Chloey's worries. Perhaps Robin was wrong about how the relationship between Alfonse and the Summoner was. Chrom would have reassured Robin a thousand times over that he wasn't a burden, if that was how Robin himself had felt. ~~~ By the time Chloey did get well, Askr was decked in the most festive decor he'd ever seen. Apparently Sharena had pestered Chloey about a holiday called “Christmas” and Robin found it to be rather nice. He was surprised by how quickly the morale rose among the heroes. He even was roped into wearing a red coat Oboro had made, apparently to make him “more festive” though Robin preferred his usual coat, he did wear the red one- for a short while. Robin decided he'd not wear that coat again if he could help it. On the night of “Christmas Eve” there was a massive ball in the main hall of the Askr Castle, Robin noticed that Chloey did her utmost to avoid the other heroes who wanted a dance with her, she managed to somehow wind up in the same alcove as he did. Both more content to watch the goings on than be pressed to participate. Chloey sighed, “I'm glad they're all happy.” She said with a soft smile Robin knew well. He couldn't help his own,“Yes, I think they'll have plenty of fun, if Sharena's any indication. Still I didn't know you had such a lively kind of event in your world.” Robin said,Chloey giggled softly and Robin felt a blush creep up his cheeks, “Any excuse for a party and Sharena will jump on it.” Chloey explained, “I told her it was a more...quiet time of year where everyone gifts others. It is a time of year- for my family at least- where we show our gratitude for one another.”Robin blinked, “Huh...that sounds like Naga's Day.”Chloey grinned softly, “I wasn't sure what the Askran equivalent to Christmas was.”“Oh. I see.” Robin said watching as Prince Alfonse was trying not to facepalm at Sharena's antics. He heard a yell of,“Whatever you do, make sure to be kissed under the mistletoe!”Chloey groaned, “Oh great. I can't believe that they know that stupid-”Robin had only just looked up when she said that and he felt a blush, “Uh...Chloey, what was Barte talking about?”Chloey sighed, “Oh it's a silly thing.” She said with a sigh, “I don't even know where it came from but,” She drew in a deep breath and sighed, “Apparently the story goes that it's good luck to kiss under the mistletoe and bad luck to refuse. Though I don't put any stock into it because it is superstition.”Robin couldn't really say a word though she did look up and he saw her face go bright red, “U-um…”She sighed, “Who put that there.” Chloey said quietly, “Because I do not remember it being there.”“N-not me!” Robin said quickly, face aflame,Chloey sighed but she was bright red. To Robin's shock she kissed his cheek. Time seemed to stand still for just a moment before she drew away, “Well then I'll have to go and find out.” the blushing Summoner said turning on her heel before Robin could respond. His heart hammering in his chest. He found himself thinking that he would have liked it more had the kiss been on his lips… ~~~ Robin couldn't concentrate on the book he was reading. Two full days since the ball had happened and he was still thinking about what had happened. He closed the book carefully placing the bookmark in the page he was up to. “Um...Reflet…” Robin began as his other self was humming contentedly,“What is it Robin?” She asked and he bit his bottom lip,“How did you...confess how you felt to Chrom?” Robin asked, then he felt his face go red. This wasn't a good idea but as far as Robin was concerned…Reflet also marked her page with a bookmark, “Well that is rather sudden.” Reflet said, “Uh...um...why are you asking Robin? Is there someone you've fallen for?”Robin blushed, his eyes looked down and for a moment, there was silence. Until he said quietly, “I...I think I have feelings for the Summoner…”Reflet dropped the book in shock, “What...what did you say?”Robin felt heat flash across his cheeks, “I said...I HAVE FEELINGS FOR THE SUMMONER!”He trembled and Reflet suddenly smiled, “Well, well. I guess that explains the blush.” She picked her book up, “Just tell her. That's all you really need to do Robin.”He gaped at Reflet, “But-”Reflet placed her book on the table, “Just tell her.” She repeated firmly, “Don't avoid her, just tell her. She'll appreciate it if you're up front about it.” ~~~ Which was how Robin wound up sitting in the strategy room with Chloey. He was wondering how to make the change in conversation to ascertain how Chloey felt. Of course he also found himself distracted slightly as she'd opted to wear her hood down today. He couldn't help the small smile. She wore her long dark blonde hair in a low plat, with stray hairs being tucked impatiently behind her ears which had two piercings each. She wore her purple framed glasses and Robin noticed how thick the lenses actually were for the first time. He also happened to notice the mole he'd not seen before and he guessed it disappeared when she smiled- which was likely why he'd not noticed in the first place. He could appreciate the small smile and the careful thought she put into her strategies. He could also see that he was likely doomed.
“Just tell her.”
Robin noticed Chloey sigh as she read the latest scout reports, her blue eyes flicking from one page to the next making notes as best she could.
“Just tell her.”
He looked down at his hands. He could see them shaking. “Chloey…” Robin began and those beautiful blue orbs gazed at him, her eyes capturing him.“Yes Robin?”He had not noticed the lack of distance between them, though perhaps he should have. Brown eyes gazed into blue and before he even realised what was going on he felt their lips meet. She mewled at first but it did not take long for the pair to relax. Robin felt as if the world was suddenly spinning as he held her close. There was a moment where he was just trying to reclaim his breath before she kissed him. The feeling of desire pooled in his body, and he was taken aback by how quickly his thoughts focused on just them. Nothing else seemed to matter in that moment as Robin leant for yet another kiss... He was feeling a light headed pleasure just from the contact. He could see now why lovers were so quick to embrace once a battle was over. It almost would have progressed further if not for a rather loud knock on the door bringing both tactician and his summoner to attention as to where they both were, “Um...Summoner…” Prince Alfonse spoke as the pair hastened to break apart and appear normal, the door opened and Alfonse had Sharena with him, “I hope you're not too busy, I uh...needed to talk to you-”Robin felt frustrated but he kept a neutral expression, Chloey it seemed shared his feelings, and she said, “I was busy. Until you barged in.”The Prince blushed, “Oh...uh, my apologies.”“We'll refine your weapon when we refine it. You need to do more training. Am I clear Alfonse?” Robin felt surprised, though he knew she was well aware of what numbers were needed,“Y-yes…” The Prince said suitably chastised for his actions. Robin was glad he wasn't on her bad side.“Good, then come back when you've four hundred SP and then we'll talk refine.”Alfonse and his sister left, leaving the tactician with the Summoner, “Well that was- MMMPH !”Chloey surprised him with a kiss, “Perhaps we should take the afternoon off.” She suggested and Robin felt a grin on his face,“Are you sure?” asked Robin,“I have a plan.” She said giggling a little. Robin felt his heart hammer in his chest. He had a feeling it would involve a certain place where few heroes were allowed to go unless given permission to be there. For Robin it was not a thought he'd entertained until just then. Consequences be damned, he was going to make it clear how he felt. ~~~ The walk to the Summoner’s quarters was a lengthy one for some reason, though perhaps it was because Robin was feeling extra sensitive to wanting time with his Summoner, though really it did not take long at all. No sooner had they crossed the threshold than did the door get slammed shut behind them. Robin being pinned as they kissed. Chloey fumbled blindly with the lock until it clicked. No one was going to disturb them this time. Not even- gods forbid- Tharja. Robin was quick then to claim as many kisses as possible as his arousal grew. Of course his had a more physical form than hers and he let out a low deep moan from the physical contact between them. A thought about how annoying that there was clothing in the way couldn't put a damper on Robin's hunger. He felt like he was being driven crazy. Though to be fair he was mildly going down a dangerous route… The pair didn't waste time making it to the bed, and Robin was pretty sure the situation was one that was...a little on the dangerous side, though his curiosity got the better of him and his hand wandered, slipping under clothing, touching where they might. Soft skin met his touch and Robin found it too annoying that clothing was in the way. He found himself thinking “ I'm going to need a strategy for this… ” as his body thrummed with heat. The ache for more drove the tactician to brush his fingertips across the Summoner's soft form. She did not have much muscle to speak of, her body certainly not built for combat despite how thin and lithe she was. It amazed Robin a little but as he tried to figure out the next step, it did not take long for Chloey to take his hint as she pulled off her clothing throwing it carelessly to the floor. Robin grinned sheepishly and felt his own clothing quickly follow suit. The freedom his nakedness provided was a short term relief, as the tactician's hands began to wander freely across her form. To Robin it was partly to sate his curiosity, also partly because it just felt good to let the bones fall where they would without thinking of the consequences. A guttural moan escaped him as her hands gently brushed his erection, a shy, knowing smile serving to make Robin feel hotter than before. He positioned himself above her with care and allowed her gentle hands to guide him into her, moaning as she was tight and wet. He gradually hilted deeper and deeper into her, inch by inch as slow as he dared. She caught him with a kiss and rolled her hips, angling herself to let him in even deeper. Each thrust he made served only one purpose- their joint pleasure. Robin kissed her with abandon as his instincts took over, allowing himself to keep moving his body to keep hitting that place inside of her that had her cry out with guttural pleasure, “ There! ” and “ Sweet god yes! ” cries crescendoing into her gradual sink into flesh and pleasure. Their bond deepening further as this level of intimacy bought them closer together. Robin knew he was close to release and he couldn't bring himself to stop. It was so wonderful he wanted more . In a blink of passion he released deeply inside of her. ~~~ He wasn't sure how long they lay there, bathed in sweat in their lover's embrace. He stirred and gently stroked Chloey's cheek and she gave him a bashful smile, “So I guess we probably won't need to be in separate rooms now huh?” she asked tiredly, and Robin felt a different but no less primal urge. He tenderly pulled her closer and said calmly,“I'm okay with it as long as you are.” He kissed her forehead gently,“Well in that case we'd better annoy Anna for a half decent bookshelf!” Chloey joked, “And a better bed.”Robin chuckled, “I suppose we should.” he agreed leaning to kiss her again, “After some more us time.”Chloey grinned, “I was hoping you'd say that.” the Summoner blushed happily.
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Grief and Healing
Marth could not tell how it all began. His feelings for the Summoner were enough that the grief from losing Caeda in his world had began to lessen. He didn't know how, but for the first time since losing Caeda- he was falling in love with another woman. He did not think his heart could heal from such a loss and yet here it was healing, despite the pain of thinking about Caeda, he could feel it lessen.
When Marth was summoned to Askr, the grief had been overwhelming. He'd chosen to wear the festival outfit because his comrades wanted him to. So when he and his mount stood before the Summoner it was because she'd earned him. She freed him from the Emblian contract and he'd offered his strength unthinkingly as he felt like she deserved his help at the very least. Her smile of delight that he was there made Marth feel a touch guilty but he knew the Order of Heroes needed help. It was in truth meant to be an escape from having lost his Caeda. He couldn’t face his comrades with the grief he was trying to hold back.
He did see a version of Caeda from another world and it was almost too much. He asked the Summoner if he could have his room in the barracks away from the other Caeda. The Summoner was confused at first but relented to his request. He ended up not too far from her. He just wasn’t ready to face what he’d lost. He couldn’t stand to be reminded of it time and again every time he saw Caeda. It was just too painful
~~~
Marth had been busy training, both on how to ride a horse and handle his weapon. More often than not Chloey would be there helping however she could. If not encouraging the heroes, then she would bring them water or food or doing her best on the spot healing (it was more surprising that she knew how to treat wounds). She was thoughtful and tried to make things easier on them. She tried to make sure that they were sent on missions that wouldn’t take too long, devised numerous strategies to lift moral as best she could and Marth swore she basically spoiled them all.
She was always bouncing about the castle with a bright smile and seemed to bring as much happiness as she could. Though Marth wasn’t sure why.
He was in the middle of his final stretch of training before his next mission when he spotted Chloey as ever tottering about checking on everyone. She frequently was seen almost everywhere, though she did maintain a degree of distance it was more to give everyone their own space. He almost didn’t realise it was her at first.
Until she came over and made sure that he was okay. He’d been avoiding Caeda since he arrived and that was unusual for a Marth. He knew. He’d heard his other selves talk about it over training. Both the other versions of Marth competed with one another for Caeda and Marth sighed as he watched them. It wasn’t even their Caeda and they were still doing it. He didn’t want to get involved and this particular Caeda seemed to like the competition and actively encouraged it. Another reason to avoid her. She wasn’t his Caeda, his Caeda was dead. Marth winced as the thought came through and he was a little slow to catch himself. The gentle tone of the Summoner was clear, “Are you alright Marth?”
~~~
It was the first time and he had not answered at first. His eyes fell and she winced. He however was quick to declare himself fine. Assuring her he was fine, but he saw the worry in her eyes and knew that she'd not bought it.
Months passed and he gradually opened up to the Summoner, at first it was about simple things, how he liked to read poetry sometimes, or a good story. How he disliked fighting for fighting's sake, and wished for peace. Or how he found it endearing that small wrens had made their home in a tree near his living quarters. He spoke of the time he spotted a shooting star from the balcony. How the gardens were a sanctuary, a pleasant haven for him to collect his thoughts when he felt particularly down.
In turn Chloey opened up little by little to Marth. She preferred to read books on history, she loved to read stories- for the most part. She was upset at her inability to protect the others from pain and felt her tactics weren't good enough. It hurt her when they ended up in the infirmary. She liked to feed the birds that had gathered near her own living quarters, regardless of Anna saying not to. She liked the cool of the night to wander through the castle and most certainly wanted to make sure everyone was okay.
Marth discovered Chloey had a sweet tooth, and he couldn't help but suggest that Oscar and Mathilda make a cake for the Summoner's birthday. His suggestion worked like a treat and it was good to see Chloey so pleasantly surprised.
~~~
Marth was starting to settle into Askr and his riding became better.
He was surprised to hear soft music playing and rode towards the sound.
He dismounted and asked the nearby stable hand to take his mount to the stable for a well earned rest. He continued until he came to the main hall where he spotted Chloey quietly talking with Corrin, the male one with a book between them. He got close enough to hear Corrin say, “Hrm...that looks a bit different to the sheet music I'm used to...but we could make it work.”
Chloey spoke calmly and Marth noticed a strange instrument in her hand, “It is a song from where I'm from, plus how our music looks. Still I think I have the accompaniment sheet music in my quarters. I wonder if Minizura would like to sing along.”
She shifted the instrument in her hand and pointed to something in the book, “Oh, I see. Yes, we can definitely make this work. I wonder if Olivia would end up dancing along to it. It looks like it should be a dance.”
“Hopefully.” Chloey grinned, “Oh, hey Marth!”
Marth gave a gentle smile, “Hello. Up to another boost for moral?”
Chloey smiled, “We hope so. I have been getting back into my clarinet practice so, I thought I'd play a few songs for everyone to enjoy. Mostly stuff from my world but I've been trying to transcribe some from Askr.”
Marth was surprised. He then looked at the odd looking horn the Summoner was holding and realised she'd told him what it was. “Is that a clarinet?” Marth asked and Chloey smiled,
“You haven't seen one before?”
“No, I haven't.”
“Well I'll be...that's two people who haven't.” Chloey grinned, “Well then you're in for a real treat!”
Marth wondered what she meant by that but decided he'd figure it out whenever Chloey's little moral boosting event was on.
Still seeing her this excited...it was nice.
~~~
He did enjoy the event. The music nice and it was clear Chloey was having as much fun playing her instrument. She played all kinds of different songs and some of the others danced to them. Marth was content to just listen. Corrin and Kamui both played jointly on the piano while Elise played on her violin. Even Princess Sakura of Hoshido joined in the performance with a Hoshidan traditional instrument. Azura sang with her younger self and Olivia danced as Corrin and Chloey hoped she would. Laslow also joined her and it was a wonderful experience over all.
~~~
Marth lay back as the cool winter morning weighed heavily on him. He'd been lost in thought and found himself thinking about the Summoner. He knew deep down that he had to begin to move forwards and he was also aware that his thoughts were of a dangerous kind. He could only hope for the best. After all he was a man, and men were not meant to be alone. No one was. He was sure his Caeda would understand.
~~~
It was much more daunting than Marth had assumed as he tried to make it as natural a conversation as possible. He did not want to scare her away after all.
He'd been in Askr for almost a full two years and in that time, he'd come to grow close to Chloey. She was a dear friend, though Marth knew that wasn't quite right. Deep down he was hoping it might be more than that. A part of him felt it was time to move on, yet he knew in his heart of hearts, that he still loved his Caeda, even if she was gone from the living world. He would join her one day, but until that time came…
Marth noticed that Chloey was quiet, a worrying sign. He went to speak and saw she was upset. He gently put an arm around her shoulders and pulled her into an embrace that both seemed to understand. For Marth, holding her to offer what comfort he could, for the Summoner seeking his comfort. It was as if a barrier had began to break down, and Marth didn't want to let go.
~~~
Marth stood in the castle gardens unsure of why he asked to speak with her privately- as privately as he could anyway. When Chloey arrived he'd rehearsed the conversation so much he was beginning to feel like he was going to screw it all up. He was jolted by her voice, “Are you okay Marth?”
Her blue eyes were worried and Marth drew in a breath, “I…” He realised as he spoke that perhaps he should just tell the truth and he gently took her hand in his own, “I'm glad to be able to be here with you.” Marth spoke calmly, “Thanks to you, I have been able to smile again, you have given me hope in a bright future. Perhaps more importantly, you've helped me when I needed it the most.”
Chloey blinked in surprise as Marth gently kept her hand in his own, he smiled softly and she smiled happily, “I don't think I deserve all of the credit Marth.” She blushed and Marth chuckled softly,
“I believe you do.” He spoke, as he embraced her. Chloey blinked, tense for a moment in her surprise but she soon relaxed and reciprocated the hug.
~~~
The low light of the sunset could not come soon enough as Marth waited for the stars. He had Chloey by his side, curled into an embrace as they sat on a plush rug waiting for the stars to come out. It was mildly embarrassing for him as he was sure the other heroes would be in a state of disbelief about him being with the Summoner like this- the semi alcove was a good place not to be seen however and Marth had a reason for not wanting to be seen.
The low light made it hard to make the couple out, though they themselves didn't need light for what they were going to do. The outfit Marth wore was a bit harder to remove, though half the battle was keeping his base desires in check. He could feel the strain of his penis throbbing with heat as clothing confined it. He leant towards her and the soft kiss they shared carried an edge to it. Desire pooled in his body as heat began to build. The air was cool but not overly so. He managed to reach between her legs and proceeded to gently thumb her clit, a move that had her moan his name. There was some rule breaking going to happen tonight.
The pale light of the moon gave them what they needed as things shifted. Marth was on his back as the Summoner straddled him. Both were frantically kissing one another as the last article of clothing fell away.
He didn't even want to care at the moment. He just wanted to be able to enjoy the night come what may.
A wanton moan escaped him as she gradually took him inside of her. Marth clutching at the rug beneath him in a desperate bid to regain both control and composure. The agonising tight wetness that was encasing his throbbing erection was near distracting. He moaned into the frantic kiss trying to keep the noise down. He thrust upwards as he wanted to ease the itch of desire. The Summoner giving him the needed kisses to help keep their noise to a minimum. Though the slapping of flesh was much harder to hide, it was the moans that would give them away, Marth was sure.
Eventually Marth felt a need to change their positioning, and he spoke softly. He wasn't surprised when Chloey moved easily onto her back as Marth was able to get a much better purchase on her hips.
He came at her relentlessly. His thrusts into her became deep and powerful- the sound of their moans were barely contained within the alcove. Though in that moment Marth ceased caring about the sound as he wanted her undone beneath him. He cupped her hips and felt her shift her body to help him go deeper inside of her as she tightened around his penis. Marth let out a low cry that sounded pained, though it was anything but. Pleasure rocked his core with each thrust. Heat burned his entire body as he struggled to keep his breathing stable. He felt it burn and her voice cried his name softly, begging him for release.
Marth felt himself nearly lose it then- and he would have. However he wanted her to come first. He fought the orgasm as he did everything he could to push her to her own orgasm. He heard her cry out and was quick to kiss her, catching the cry before others heard it. Her climax triggered his own- he felt himself burst inside her, filling her with his seed as wave upon wave of pleasure rocked him to the core. He was glad he'd thought to kiss her when he did as a deep moan escaped him.
Breathlessly he lay beside her, panting heavily. He had not felt this exhausted but happy in a long time. He nestled close to the Summoner as she held him. This was a much needed release. He only then realised how exposed they were and hastened to cover them both with his cape. It wouldn't cover them too well but prying eyes might not notice too much. He then nuzzled his lover tenderly. He would have to worry about what the others thought later. For now all Marth wanted was to enjoy the night with her by his side.
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Desire and Healing.
Crimson eyes narrowed as he beheld the woman before him. Grima was a touch curious about the worm that gazed upon him without fear. A gasp escaped her before the seemingly inevitable collapse. As if the strength of the worm before him failed. She was breathing with exertion and Grima looked around him. Too much light filled the chamber and he could taste magic on his tongue. The woman was still gasping for air and Grima stepped down from the dais, intent on seeing who was underneath the white hood. Her body quivered as she struggled to stand. Again he watched as she struggled to stay upright, her body on the floor, chest heaving with exertion. He watched as she shook for several seconds and eventually managed to get to her feet. Only to lose her balance. He did not know what possessed him to keep watching this frail human. Perhaps it was the foolish way in which she kept struggling to rise, or perhaps it was because of what small insignificant shred of humanity was left in him. Either way he did not care, until she looked right at him. Blue eyes hidden behind dark rimmed glasses whose lenses were distorted, he realised likely that the distortion was for her benefit, one lense being slightly more distorted than the other. However that wasn't what held Grima's attention. It was the flicker of understanding in those eyes not pity that Grima found disconcerting. As if she knew what he was thinking. He could feel a familiarity that he wasn't sure he liked. ~~~ He was put into training quite quickly. Grima didn't mind much and found the quiet summoner to be a wealth of surprises. She didn't call him Robin, like the last one who summoned him. She was more observant than the last summoner who simply forced him to teach his skills to another before being sent on his way back to where he'd come from. The worm was a foolish one. “I have a name, Grima,” He frowned at her words, “Maybe you'd like to use it more often?”He grimaced. Of all the summoners he had to have why did he have to have one who insisted everyone call her by name. They had been talking. He'd said he'd not wanted her pity and her eyes had narrowed. He thought she'd say something nasty, thought she'd hate him. The foolish worm did nothing of the sort, instead, she- to his shock- simply pat his head gently and said, “Now time for the real challenge. Training is over.” and she meant what she said. The battles were tough, but the summoner- he'd not use her name- was something unusual for sure. Worms were usually easy to read. Yet she wasn't. Grima found himself watching her more closely. She wasn't always the best strategist, but it wasn't for the lack of trying on her part. If the late nights at the library were any indication. She also acted oddly as well. Certain things gave rise to peculiar reactions that Grima had never thought possible for a human to have. For instance- Grima noticed- she did not like to be tickled in anyway, impatiently brushing off anyone that tried to. She would turn her nose up at specific food- though not always- and Grima was surprised by how many layers she tended to wear. She liked clothing that was a little more weighted than he expected. Still Grima continued his observations. She seemed to not like certain foods and was sensitive for a human. Grima found her quite an intriguing human. He would have to get more of an observation of this strange human. ~~~ The halls were quite in Askr as the night gave way to early morning, Grima had spent the night wandering around scaring what humans he could since he wasn't happy about the fact he'd been pulled to this place. A scowl crossed his features as he spotted Chloey yet again in the library. Her being awake at this hour wasn't normal. And by the looks of it she looked exhausted, eyes barely open glasses half off her face as she near face-planted on the table with a book in front of her. Had she been here all night? Grima cleared his throat and the summoner blearily lifted up her head, "Hey Grimmy." She said eyes half closed, "If you're wondering about training I'm working on it. The tempest trails look like you might have some use out of them." Her voice slurred and she looked like she was about to fall asleep. "Is that so?" Grima said frowning ignoring the nickname, "How long do you intend to keep punishing yourself for yesterday?" He demanded. She winced, "I couldn't sleep because I forgot to take my meds." She said guiltily, "That's what helps me sleep." "What those awful smelling tablets?" Chloey nodded in response. Then let out a low grunt of pain, "Yeah. I don't take them I pay for it later." "And you trust your so called healers that they help you?" Grima frowned eyes narrowed, "Actually I didn't at first. Then I tried to see if that was what I needed and it turned out they do work. Quite well. Guaranteed to put me to sleep in half an hour or very close to it. Of course I end up waking up tired in the morning but it's a small price to pay to get proper sleep." Grima frowned at her words. Then she sighed, "I knew I forgot something last night damn it." Grima frowned and saw her cross out the thing she'd written down, "And that is?" He asked, "Who's mean to go on the tempest trial team." Chloey groaned, "I hate this!" He frowned when he saw who was on the team. "You would have that wretched fang of Naga near me?!" Chloey sighed, "Mask has a useful skill, Reciprocal Aid. It allows her-him to act like a healer and can in turn help healers train as well. A cycle can be achieved and the healers can grow without being put at risk of getting hurt. Tank unit leads, takes some damage, Mask uses his skill, healer heals Mask, simple." Grima raised an eyebrow. He had to admit he'd not thought of it like that, "And you say this tactic works?" "It did for the last tempest trial." Chloey admitted, "Of course it took a bit of finesse but it was worth it." He supposed it was worthwhile then he frowned, "And how much damage are you talking about taking?" "As low a number as possible preferably," Chloey said firmly. "I hate allowing people to get too hurt." Of course she did. Grima knew that too well. The battles were easy. Too easy sometimes. However Chloey had her reasons Grima guessed. So he simply complied with what his summoner required. ~~~ Grima stood once again in the garden the night sky lit up by the full moon made the place a stark black and white that Grima found refreshing but tonight it wasn't...tonight it was...disquieting. The dreams he had were not his own and they were not what he wanted to dwell on. He spotted Chloey sitting on the bench in the garden white coat making her stick out, her blond hair almost white skin like snow, eyes a dark blue in the light. Funny how her eyes could go so dark in the moonlight, "It is unusual for you to be out this late." The Fell Dragon spoke and his summoner turned to face him, "I am normally out this late." She countered, "It's about the time of month that I can sit and just appreciate the light." She tucked Breidablik into her hand-made "holster" that held the weapon to her side so it was always in reach, "It...is peaceful out here." "And you feel like this?" Grima asked curiously picking up on her hesitation, "It's been a while." Chloey admitted, "Sometimes I don't have...quite the same time as before and I require certain things to keep me sane. I suppose it is that simple." "And without them?" Grima asked curious to know more about her, the enigma that she was slowly drawing him in. Slowly pulling on his mind. She was...familiar to him somehow and not in the way that he could remember. She was human and she fascinated him to no end which was highly unusual for him. "Well it just makes things a little difficult." Chloey replied and Grima began to recall their previous conversation, "Is that because your healers thought it wise or because you chose to?" Grima asked, and Chloey suddenly growled, "I didn't ask to be like this!" She snapped, "I didn't ask for the abuse or the pain caused by other people because they were too fucking lazy to do anything about it when they fucking could have!" Grima stood still in shock as the summoner snapped, "I didn't ask for them to practically abandon me because I was 'too difficult' and 'incapable' for what they wanted!" She sounded...hurt...at least to Grima, though he wasn't the best on reading human emotions. "I didn't ask for the constant nightmares! The fear that it would all keep happening no matter where I went! The betrayal I felt when my own fucking mother decided she wanted to forget everything that happened and says everyone else is lying about everything I've been through. Like it never fucking happened . Because if she ever had the guts to admit it, it would mean that she fucked up ." Chloey started to heave and Grima frowned. Was this truly what his summoner carried around all of the time? She continued bitterly, "Then she chooses to simply forget I even exist unless it suits her." She spat. Frowning down at the ground. Grima looked at her for several more seconds. He didn't know why but he hugged her. She stiffened from the contact slightly, then he felt a hot wetness drip onto his shirt as her glasses got pushed up. Her shoulders shook and for the moment at least, Grima could only hope the burden on her shoulders were a little bit lighter. He wanted to at least do for her what she'd done for him. ~~~ Grima began to wonder if this was actually more common than he knew. It was as ever late at night and he was wondering the halls of the Askr Castle. He couldn't sleep. This time it was that tactician's fault. Grima frowned as Chloey's room had the faint glow of the light and he cautiously knocked. "Come in." Her voice was soft and tired, and Grima didn't know what was possessing him to do this. To come to her of his own volition, "You're up late." He said and she chuckled, "I am." She said simply, "Is everything alright?" She asked him and Grima realised she seemed to notice. He sighed, "Somewhat." He said and Chloey patiently waited for him to speak, "I suppose you know..." he began, "Your story?" She supplied, "I am somewhat familiar with it, well the general gist of it." She said, "Though to be honest I only know bits and pieces." Grima blinked, "Bits and pieces? How much?" He asked frowning, she sighed, "I know enough." She said and she hesitantly continued, "I say bits and pieces because that's the information I could find." He should have been mad but Grima couldn't even find it in himself to be, "Basically I know what happened in Thabes," she said as she looked down, "I had known for a while but I didn't think it was correct information until we physically went there and I saw the information for myself..." Understanding filled Grima, "That's why..." He said surprised, "you said you weren't sure it would help..." She nodded, "Exactly. I know of course that you needed Robin but not how." Grima snorted, "I suppose you could say that he's merely a piece of me." Grima said and she nodded, "Of course." She said, "Other than that you can only truly be defeated by your own power and that's about it." Grima snorted softly and decided that there was something about this worm...this human that he liked. He had of course yet to figure it out but when he did...he wondered what to do about these new found feelings. Another time he decided as she looked like she was about to pass out with exhaustion. ~~~ It was yet again a late night in Askr Castle. There was a calm to the air and for the first time in a while Grima was at peace. That tactician had been leaving him alone, a good thing that Grima would gladly take as he slowly made his way to the courtyard by the light of the full moon. He thought on the Summoner's words, about how she'd been hurt by other humans and yet...and yet she still kept believing in them, fighting for peace (as much as Grima hated the word she said it in a way that he'd tolerated), fighting to end the war even though she couldn't fight in the traditional sense of the word...Grima felt odd around her, an odd feeling he wasn't sure about, a feeling he'd not known what to do about, a feeling that tactician had known. A strange warmth in his chest at the mere thought of the Summoner was enough to make him stop and look ahead. She was there...Grima drew in a deep breath of air. This wasn't quite how he intended this to happen, but she was his summoner. He could sense for lack of a better term that she was carrying the weight of the world on her shoulders, if her laying on the ground with her face covered by a hand was indication enough. He paused as sobs reached his ears. He'd not heard her cry like this before. Unease settled into his gut as he came to sit beside the sniveling woman, unsure of what to say to ease her emotional pain Grima wondered why the others were not present at a time like this. The tactician told him he should at least try to comfort her, but Grima was ill equipped to. He frowned. It was a sound that upset him, "Did something happen?" He asked and her sniffles stopped but not in the way that was good, "N-no...I-I'm f-fine..." her voice cracked and Grima huffed softly and pulled her arm off her face tears were running down her face and he didn't want to think about what hurt her, "I highly doubt that." Grima said oddly gentle as he scooped her up into his arms. For a moment his heart beat rapidly as he held her, "I-I'm f-fine..." she sniffled, and Grima sighed, "You don't sound fine." He said holding her in his arms. It took all of his control not to lean down just a bit and kiss her...he mentally shook himself. She was his summoner, not one to want to kiss. His eyes looked at her and he realised she didn't have her glasses on and he noticed just how different she looked, "I-I'll manage..." she choked out and Grima let out a low growl. He cupped her chin intending to say something about how he didn't want her to have to be alone, intending to say that he wanted to be with her, to take back the words he'd once said about humans...that he'd come to see not all humans were worms to be crushed, that there truly were humans worth protecting, like her...and yet, that wasn't what happened. He lay the blame squarely on that tactician's head as he ended up kissing her. To be fair he had wanted to, just not like this. She stiffened briefly but he wasn't exactly stopped as it went further. He had to wonder about that but in the haze of the moment he didn't care. He half wondered if their kiss was something else. He felt her press closer, heard a sigh escape her, (relief he thinks) and as they pull apart he is aware of that tactician's smugness over this and pushes it aside. He did not need that now...he only had eyes for her right now and as he leant forwards he felt as if a weight had lifted off his shoulders. He could admit at least in this moment to himself that yes, he had feelings for Chloey. Yes, he wanted to hold her and never let another being come between them, and most definitely yes he wanted to see her become round with their offspring...he was doomed. Yet Grima didn't care. He was happy for the first time in his existence. ~~~ The next step that had become of their relationship was something that Grima had somewhat anticipated and been looking forward to. Laying her below him and drawing in her scent, not caring where they were or indeed if others saw them. No what he wanted right in that moment was what had been denied. His cock sprung free of the confines of clothing and he eagerly pressed it to her entrance as the smell of her heat filled his nostrils. Grima may have had a human form, but he still had dragon-like senses. As such he could smell that his summoner was in the most fertile part of her cycle. She was in theory the most amenable to mating and as his hands travelled her relatively little frame- compared to him at least- he cupped her hips in eager anticipation. Hands slipped along her skin firmly as he explored every inch of her body, settling for her breasts, massaging them and enjoying their almost soft consistency. The somewhat gentleness he used wasn't when he thrust into her. She made the most obscene sounds that only served to make him want to fuck her senseless. Grima made a clear mark on her neck, teeth not drawing any blood, but the clear mark on her was enough that the others would know she was his . What Grima did not expect was for her to shift her body and allow him to thrust deeper. Her cries of his name was enough to shift the Fell Dragon’s focus and as she shifted her body for him it was enough to make Grima's penis throb in a delightfully welcome manner as pleasure rushed all conscious thoughts. He used a free hand to rub her nipples and they became erect. Grima satisfied with the result then leant down and proceeded to use his tongue on her, a trick that had her cry out and buck her hips to him. Aiding him not just with her own pleasure given how pliant she'd become for him, but his own, amplifying it even more as the tight wetness made Grima most certainly want yet more of this feeling. He knew the inevitable outcome of such an act and as he began to reach a fever pitch he felt his dick twitch and throb more strongly than before and was almost taken aback by the sudden burst of release that he'd been striving towards since he'd taken his summoner where they were. He decided if the Commander was stupid enough to complain he'd simply pummel her to a pulp and make sure to be just as clear what the deal was. If his summoner was in heat he would mate with her and that was that. No one would dare to get between them. Of that Grima would make very certain.
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Wyvern in Heat
If there was one thing that Caleb did not understand it was how people could avoid a certain Fell Dragon. Twice he'd seen his heroes turn away and practically flee to get away from Grima, though he was fairly sure she didn't care about it, he found it depressing. ‘Surely having everyone avoiding you would begin to get tiresome after a while?’ Caleb thought. He pushed his glasses up his nose and decided that maybe he'd redouble his efforts to help Grima, since no one else was going to. Grima had never known a human to be so persistent. The summoner was an enigma that she simply didn't understand. While others rightly kept their distance, he did not. She absently wondered if that was because he could detect her as going to come onto her heat soon. She scoffed. Typical male. ~ Caleb spent a good week trying to talk to Grima. She was stubborn, but he refused to give up on her. He thought back to their conversation not too long ago…
“Come to butter me up some more?” Grima frowned, “How very irksome. I've nothing to chat about with a human.”
“Grima…” Caleb had sighed but she silenced him,
“Humans spout their ideals, but it's nothing but lip service. Let's all join together and hold hands, you'll say. We can overcome our differences despite being different species, despite our differing core ideologies.” Grima said as her eyes narrowed, “The truth is what you see daily in this place. Day after day, night after night, all you have is never-ending war. One person's satisfaction means another must suffer. That is the truth of all worlds. But my power of destruction is the one true equalizer.” She said calmly as if she were so correct that there was nothing to change her view, “If you think there's someone out there capable of leading the world with such high-minded ideas of love and bonds...I'd love to meet them.”
Caleb spoke calmly, “I do believe it is possible. Sure people argue, but it's because they're afraid of what they don't understand. People are capable of living peacefully too, Grima. They just need to find that equal ground, the place where they fit in the world since no one should ever have to suffer because that's not how the world should work.” He said, “And I for one hold faith that time will come. We all should.” Caleb smiled softly, “Hmph. After all that, you still talk your big talk? Very well. I'll watch over you... Right until your bitter end.” Grima declared and Caleb was surprised,
“I don't think my end will be bitter, but I appreciate the thought.” He smiled softly. At least he knew that Grima wouldn't have to be as alone as she was before.
It was he supposed a turning point, since Grima seemed to spend more time around him after that. He didn't mind, glad that she was at least not as alone as before. ~ Grima couldn't understand the summoner. On one hand he spoke of an idealized vision of the world being a place where everyone was happy and no one suffered- an impossibility Grima knew, as humans fought constantly and never seemed to learn from their mistakes. Yet on the other he conceded Grima was right. Well not entirely to be more accurate. He said humans were afraid of things that they didn't understand. Grima was confused. What had he meant about that? She walked down to the main hall and noticed that Duma was tailing her. Grima grimaced and picked her pace up to keep clear of the male dragon. She didn't want to deal with him, even if she was going on heat. He was the last one she wanted to mate with. She spotted Caleb as he spoke with Anna. The Commander looking less than pleased but Caleb simply not letting it get to him. He saw her and made his way over. His blue eyes gave her a curious expression, “Hey Grima, is everything alright?”She felt herself heave a sigh. This one was persistent. She spoke, “Yes. Though aren't you supposed to speaking with the Commander?”Caleb shook his head, “Nah, Anna's said the stupid stuff she needed to.” He said and she noticed he seemed to not want to meet her eye. In fact, dare Grima notice it, he never seemed to really meet anyone's eye. Caleb always avoided eye contact, regardless of who it was he spoke to. Grima naturally was curious about that. She spoke,“Now why would that be?”Caleb sighed and Grima saw the almost near bite into his lip the summoner seemingly did, “Because Anna doesn't...uh...understand some er...things.” Caleb said after a time and Grima mused on what he meant. She had not noticed the almost embarrassed expression on his face when he said that. ~ The battlefield was disgustingly lacking blood and gore. Grima however wanted to make as much of it as possible. Her rage needed to be sated. The summoner had been kidnapped and no one was even willing to get the man back. So Grima decided to take things into her own hands. It wasn't like she needed an excuse to get away from Duma or anything like that. Nor was it because of the heat burning her. She came to the place she'd tracked the summoner to having been taken and decided to hold off raising hell. She would get him first. Then she'd more than raise hell. Getting to where he was being held was a relatively easy affair. Getting out...well Grima did decide she wanted to slaughter every single worm in her way as she carried the unconscious summoner. And it was a slaughter. Her dragon form ripping heads off of shoulders, fire creating the smell of burning flesh she'd found didn't soothe her as much as it should have. The summoner was mildly injured but otherwise unharmed. It took Grima a mere hour to get to the Askr Castle and she could already feel her heat start to cloud her judgement. She would have left him in the infirmary. She should have left him in the infirmary. Yet she didn't. No. She carried him all the way to his living quarters. She lay him on his bed and paced the room a few times. She was unsure what to do but eventually decided to sit near the end of the bed and watch the Summoner as he slept. She was of the mind of hiding away from the others since she didn't want to face them. She noticed his glasses and with care took them off of his face. She noticed how weird they were and set them on the table beside the bed. A low moan made her jolt. He woke, “Grima?” Caleb spoke, his voice slightly strained, “I...should apologise.” She frowned, “I should have been more careful.”Grima blinked and she heard him sigh, “I said I would watch over you.” She said, “My word is final.”Caleb smiled softly, “Then I guess I can't argue with that.” Grima tilted her head. Caleb sat up and then he put his glasses back on. He looked like he was about to say something when there was a curt knock on the door, “Caleb?” Alfonse's voice called,“Come in Al.” Caleb replied and the door opened to reveal a stressed looking Alfonse. He stiffened at the sight of Grima and Caleb wanted to sigh,“So uh…”“I'm fine, thanks to Grima.” Caleb said calmly, “And on that note, tomorrow there's somewhere I want to investigate. I think you might want to come with me Grima.” Caleb turned to the Fell Dragon, “I think it might help you.” He said and Grima was surprised. Just how did the summoner…?“Are you sure about that Caleb?” Alfonse asked as Grima sat musing on what Caleb was suggesting, “I really think-”“It's for the best Al.” He replied.“Gods…” Alfonse groaned, “You stubborn…”“Yeah, yeah. I get Al, no need to pour salt into the wound already.” ~ The morning was cool when Grima joined Caleb at a gate that lead to the world that Caleb said might help her regain her memories. Grima hovered along as she did not feel like putting her feet on the ground. She followed Caleb unsure of where he was taking her. The ruins that they came to were crawling with risen and Grima dealt with them boredly. The deeper the pair travelled the more uncomfortable Grima became, though she didn't know why. She was walking by the time they came to a door and Caleb stopped, casting a worried expression, “Grima?” He asked softly and she realised he was concerned for her. The summoner was concerned for her. She shook the feeling off and opened the door with her mark. Caleb waited quietly as she inspected the room, giving her space as she went through the room. Grima did not expect the Summoner to move but as he did she felt the edge of a memory.
She was small, naïve to the way of the world. She heard a voice and wanted to make that voice happy. She showed her strength and the voice revealed its treachery.
Grima felt a wave of emotions that resulted in destruction. She was furious and she didn't care in that moment. She wanted to destroy everything. “GRIMA!” The summoner's cry should have bought her to her senses but still the magic blasted out. Until a pair of frail arms wrapped themselves around her waist and a hand gently pressed her head to a warm chest. A voice spoke soothingly, “It's okay...no one is going to hurt you Grima.” The male voice had a surprisingly soothing effect on her and the embrace was even more surprising. Grima felt fury subside to a different emotion and tears ran down her cheeks. Then she clung to the frail form that had dared to embrace her. She clung to the summoner with everything she had, sobs echoing through the chamber. She felt a safety she didn't want to lose this time. She sniffled and sobbed, and yet the summoner didn't push her away. He held her, stroked her hair and spoke soothingly to her as if she were a vase that had been reglued and yet to set, handling her with a gentle tenderness unlike anything she'd ever known. Grima wasn't sure how much time had passed, how long it took for the sobs to die down, how long he stood quietly holding her, how long she allowed herself to indulge in the embrace. She felt like she should move and yet...Grima couldn't move. She didn't want to. She wanted to stay in the warmth that her summoner gave her. Yet she did move and was surprised when Caleb gently wiped her tears away, “We should probably think about heading back soon.” He said gently, “When you're ready to.”Grima nodded quietly. What a strange man her summoner was- willing to go out of his way to comfort her of all people. She wasn't sure how much more time passed but she was aware of her own body's needs. She leant on Caleb and his arms gently held her waist. Grima didn't want to have anyone see this right now. Her stomach made a more insistent growl and she sighed. ~ They arrived just as dinner was being served in the mess hall. Grima thankfully didn't look like she'd been crying. Caleb quietly picked up a couple of plates and took his usual seat in the mess hall, Grima decided to humour him and sat next to him. She wasn't sure if it was her going into heat, or that he'd acted unexpectedly. One thing she knew was that there was something about her summoner that she didn't want to lose. ~ Of course by the time Grima’s heat was at its peak, she was well aware of the need to sate it. She was annoyed about how much the need was robbing her of conscious thought. She hesitated. Then she made her mind up. She would ask her summoner's help in this matter. Though his general oblivious response to her heat was baffling. Grima however, rather him than Duma. Especially given how much the pair clashed when the Summoner had not been looking. She came to Caleb's living quarters and was surprised to see him sat near the fire reading a book. She noticed the way in which he seemed relaxed. A good start she supposed. Grima cleared her throat and Caleb jolted slightly, “Summoner...I…” she gulped softly, “require your assistance in a slightly...personal matter.”Caleb carefully marked the page he was up to and he set the book on the small side table, “Sure.” He said, “How can I help?”Grima wasn't sure how to explain what it was she needed of him, so she did the next best thing, she sat in his lap. Caleb shifted a little to give her a bit more space and Grima decided to simply press her head to his chest. Caleb tried to focus on relaxing. He'd not expected Grima to crave closeness like this but he swore something was up. Then it hit him. Grima was a female dragon...at least in this form which meant… Caleb train of thought stopped suddenly, when Grima managed to look up at him and he felt her crimson eyes draw him. Grima chose to speak, “I…” She began hands resting on his chest absently drawing patterns, "I...my heat is...unbearable, Summoner.” She said her hand gradually dropping to his abdomen, the patterns still being drawn, “I do not want Duma to ease it, I...want...I want it to be you who eases it.”Caleb felt her hand dangerously close to the band of his pants when she said that. A low gulp escaped him as Grima’s touch was so close to his penis it was starting to turn him on. He said quietly,“Are you sure? I don't want you to feel forced- mmmph!” He felt light headed when Grima’s lips decided to crash into his own, and her hand slipped under the band of his pants at the same time, her fingers gently brushed his cock and for Caleb control was already waning as his arousal grew. She was stroking him and for Caleb it was a sensation that was almost too much. He bit back a moan as Grima shimmied out of her clothing, still stroking him all the while,“I am not so fickle as to change my mind.” Grima said as she stroked him. Caleb hummed.“Then- hnn…” he moaned as she managed to get a good rhythm going. “At least let me- ahhh….” Caleb groaned, as he tried to give her what she wanted, “get some layers- haaaa- off. Please- nng- Gri- Grim- maaah.” He moaned heavily and the Fell Dragon exposed her fangs in delight. She moved slightly and true to his word, the summoner was quick to slip out of his own clothing, he only just slid his boxers off before Grima had him back down, straddling him as she stroked his penis once more- it was the most strange thing Grima had ever seen and yet...the feeling under her fingertips was a sensation that she found she wanted elsewhere. Her vagina was dripping as she felt her body go into the fullest extent of her heat and she moved forwards to take his dick inside her. A low guttural moan of pleasure escaped her as at last the itch of her heat was being scratched. She set the pace oddly enough as Caleb let her move how she might, at least for a while before he felt himself get dangerously close to his release. He tried to stop, but he knew Grima was too strong to stop. Her guttural cry of pleasure sent shivers up Caleb's spine and as she climaxed so too did he. He felt his sudden release and white clouded his vision. ~ Grima basked in the afterglow, eyes closed she refused to move and Caleb's arms gently wrapped around her in a warm embrace. She was more content than she'd ever been in a thousand lifetimes. She nuzzled the summoner and for Grima it was enough for now. She was even happier that his seed had coated her walls. She looked to Caleb and said quietly, “Thank you.” She gently nipped his neck and Caleb blinked in surprise. He noticed that Grima seemed to be falling asleep and he hastened to get his coat to cover them. He was worried but there was little he could do, given how Grima had taken him by surprise like this and left him unprepared. He vowed not to let it happen again, though seeing how content she was...Caleb chewed his bottom lip and decided that he'd do the right thing when the time came. For both of their sakes.
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ID Hope
The light faded to reveal to Lucina's surprise a whole new world. She gripped the lance that she'd been gifted and saw a young man in a white coat that was reminiscent of Robin's tactician coat. The markings were strange but as she looked at this man, she noticed the hood was up and that he appeared to wear glasses. His eyes were wide and he looked like he was close to collapse. His knees buckled and she barely caught him as he braced against her gasping for air. She could see his body trembling and she wondered what it was that had him so unwell.
“S-sorry…” Caleb panted to his latest summon, “I...didn't expect it...to take this much...out of me…” he huffed and the blue haired woman gave a sympathetic smile,
“Take the time you need.” She said kindly and Caleb was glad she was so understanding, though to be fair most heroes were not
this
powerful. Breidablik glowed slightly with a blue hue as he'd fired the blue orb and Caleb drew in as much air as possible to try to recover from the summoning. Then he got a good look at the woman who was helping him.
“You're Princess Lucina of Ylisse, aren't you?” He asked once he got his breath back. He was still shaky but it wasn't anything a little rest wouldn't fix. Her eyes widened,
“You know of me?” She asked and Caleb smiled,
“I know of you Milady. I was hoping we could get your help, actually.” He said honestly, “Though I am afraid it will mean having to fight in another war.” He couldn't help the saddened expression on his face,
“I understand.” Lucina said calmly, “I'll do what I can to help.”
Caleb blinked in surprise, “Th-thank you...I am truly grateful.” He said relieved but also sad, “I'll be happy to show you around.” he said trying to get up, only to near fall again, “Unn...maybe if I moved a little slower…” he murmured to himself. Lucina seemed worried, however Caleb smiled, “So then, please do be careful where you step.” He explained calmly, “It's a bit of a trick stair.” He warned her.
~*~
Three weeks had passed since Lucina had been summoned and while she trained she listened to some of the conversations floating around her. Mostly from heroes who all had some experience with Zenith and it's strange ways. Some were well versed with the summoner, others not so much. Those that were said he was a shy man who tended to keep to himself and didn't really say that much. He did have enough strategic knowledge to pull them through some tough situations, though he didn't claim to be much of a tactician. He always said he wasn't much of a tactician. Yet Lucina had to wonder about that.
She was sure she'd get her answer soon. At least she hoped so. Somehow she felt that to be the case.
~*~
Caleb sat quietly reading the book before him. He was trying to learn about battle tactics and strategy. As far as he was concerned he had a lot to learn if he was going to be of any use to the Order of Heroes. He had got a few titles that looked like they might help him in his task. It did help that he had Robin and Reflet to ask if he ever got confused...and maybe Sorin if he was desperate. Though one never approached the man lightly. Caleb sighed. At least Robin had a degree of humility and was more approachable. So too was Reflet. Caleb was truly grateful for their patience with him as he tried to figure out how to clear the challenges they set him, though sometimes he ended up failing way too much for his liking. It was a painful learning curve to say the least. Not helped by the fact he had not been sleeping well of late. Though Caleb knew the reason that was happening. He didn't want to dwell on
that
for any length of time.
"Oh, Caleb!" Morgan cried and the Summoner turned to see the young man grinning from ear to ear with his tome in hand,
"Hey Morgan what's up?" Caleb asked not liking how wide that grin was. Something told the Summoner that the young trainee tactician was up to no good. Morgan grinned,
"Oh nothing much." He said and Caleb sighed,
"I swear to god if it's another damn pitfall trap, you are on dish duty for the rest of the month." The summoner groaned, Morgan flashed a grin,
"Of course not!" He said suddenly grabbing the Summoner's arm, causing Caleb to panic slightly. Of all things Caleb couldn't tolerate it was when people pulled him along. It was an unpleasant experience that hit his mind unbidden and for a moment the Summoner forgot to breathe…
"Morgan let him go!" Lucina called out from somewhere in the shock,
"Oh! Opps! Sorry Caleb!"
Caleb waved a weak hand, "It's okay…" he said still shaking inside, "I'm...I'm fine." Lucina's face however told him she didn't buy it. Nor did Morgan,
"So there was this thing Morgan and I wanted to show you…"
Caleb nodded weakly, "Sure...let's go…"
He followed Morgan to the mess hall and almost at once there was a surprise as people leapt out and cheered. Caleb smiled weakly, relieved it wasn't anything bad for once.
~*~
After the incident with Morgan, Lucina found herself looking out for Caleb a bit more. There was something that wasn't stacking up about the summoner. She had to get to the bottom of it.
Yet Lucina didn't know where to start.
She was training with Ephraim and learning lance techniques when she spotted the Summoner doing his rounds. Avoiding almost everyone one today, Lucina noticed. She lowered her lance, "I will do more later, you have my gratitude Ephraim."
The man smiled, "No problem Princess, anything I can do to help." He said calmly, "Heh, looks like Ike wants to try and beat me again!"
Lucina left him and followed Caleb, who was focused on the strange device before him frowning.
"Caleb!" Lucina called and the Summoner jolted and spun on his heal,
"O-oh! Lucina!" He was quick to shove the device in his pocket, apparently feeling it was necessary to put it out of reach and sight while talking to her. He seemed...almost worried about that,
"Are you out on patrol?" Lucina asked gently and Caleb sighed,
"Not really. I was looking into some things- builds other summoners have done and was seeing if they were going to help us against our foes." Caleb said softly, "But we could do a patrol to make sure that everything is alright." He said. It was a start at least.
~*~
If there was one thing that Lucina expected it was for Caleb to be a bit more talkative then what he was. He was quite happy to walk with her and she noticed that he seemed...lost in thought. A look that was all too familiar to her. She wondered what to say when Caleb said quietly, "Oh great...Ike and Ephraim are at it again." He sighed, "I had hoped that they'd have found a level of respect for one another and all that, not kept up their arguments...oh god I hope Sorin doesn't get dragged into this."
Lucina blinked, "How so?" She asked and Caleb gave her a small sad smile,
“Because he's always on Ike's side no matter what. And apparently Ike can do no wrong either.” Caleb sighed and Lucina understood what it was that he was saying. She looked thoughtful,
“Is there a way to convince them all otherwise?” Lucina suggested calmly. Caleb sighed,
“Not that I know of.” He sounded pained.
The pair walked a while longer while Caleb seemed distant it was clear to Lucina that he was someone who liked not to encroach on other's space or their time to think. Mostly he seemed to feel like his place wasn't alongside anyone. And yet…
Lucina could tell that something was weighing on the summoner. A burden no one else seemed to be able to help him with. She couldn't believe he was one to not ask for help, yet she could.
She had seen Caleb do whatever task Anna set him alone and Anna had ordered that Caleb be forced to learn on his own- Lucina had heard that when Robin had tried to help Caleb, Anna had been furious and forbade the pair from talking for a while. Lucina had been in awe at how foolish Anna was being about this whole thing.
Seeing Caleb as stressed as he was did not sit well with Lucina. She had to do
something
for the summoner to help and she had to figure out what.
A solution came to her.
It wasn't exactly an ideal solution but it was one nonetheless and perhaps if she was able to do it well…
She blushed as she realised what she was thinking of doing. This was going to take a lot of time…
~*~
Lucina was yet again training on her lance techniques and was trying to figure out how else to help the summoner. Anna had been adamant that Caleb was fine and didn't need anyone's help, though Lucina was starting to doubt that.
She lashed out at the training dummy in her frustration at Anna's lack of understanding. If the commander knew the half of the struggles Caleb seemed to be having…
The dummy broke from the force applied to it by Lucina uncharacteristically taking her anger out on it.
"Wow...I'd hate to be the enemy on the receiving end of that!" Caleb's voice said lightly, and he looked even more pale and drawn. She jolted and he seemed to blush, "Sorry I didn't mean to startle you." He said, "I managed to get Loki to pull some strings so Anna will be quite...busy for a while. So...would you mind- I mean if you're not busy and all…" he said fidgeting in place, "Maybe doing a patrol with me?"
Lucina had to smile softly. The poor Summoner just couldn't catch a break with Anna it seemed, "I wouldn't mind. I was...becoming frustrated, so perhaps a break is in order." She said and Caleb sighed with relief.
~*~
The patrol was almost uneventful, if not for Caleb looking like he wanted to nod off every few steps or so. Still Lucina calmly kept a sedate pace alongside him. She was his eyes for the time being. So far she was lucky they hadn't come across Anna, though she swore that someone was following them all the same. She gripped Geirskögul a little tighter and cast a look around them. Caleb gripped Breidablik but it was clear he wasn't in the space required to make a reaction, and was merely taking his lead from her. A cough bought Lucina to attention and the red clad ninja, Saizo appeared seemingly from thin air, "Anna wants to speak with Caleb." He said, then he looked over the summoner and said bitterly, "Though that can wait. He is in no condition to work."
Lucina sighed and lowered her lance, "Then you've patrolled this part of the castle?" She asked and Saizo nodded,
"Yeah, it's quite beyond this point."
Lucina nodded, "I'll get Caleb to his quarters. I think it's high time we had a long hard conversation with our commander." She said, "He doesn't deserve to be over worked like this." Caleb was practically asleep where he stood, thus didn't notice the conversation as well as he should have. Lucina nodded to Saizo, the latter disappeared into thin air, most likely to get some extra hands to help. It didn't take long before a familiar face appeared. Her masked self.
"Is Caleb alright?" She asked, her voice sounding as deep as possible,
"He needs to rest," the Brave Princess explained, "And I'll need some help to get him to his quarters."
The masked girl nodded and together the two moved to brace Caleb. He made very little protest and simply followed like a lamb.
No sooner did they arrive and manage to get the male summoner into his bed then did he fall asleep. The masked Lucina allowed her voice to alter to her normal speech, "I saw Anna chasing Loki earlier, apparently she was causing some trouble by taking on Caleb's appearance."
The bluenette sighed, "The commander has been pushing Caleb too hard."
"I agree, though why Loki?"
"I asked her…" Caleb groaned from his spot on the bed, making both young women jump, "to...keep...Anna...busy for a while...so...I...could have a…" he yawned widely, "Break for a few minutes…"
The pair cast a worried eye on him and the two bluenettes decided that they were going to help Caleb. Regardless of what Anna said. It was clear that the summoner needed help.
~*~
Lucina watched the sleeping Summoner. So far he'd only had a couple and half an hours to sleep and he looked like he needed more. Yet the summoner did not sleep like the dead as Lucina thought he might. He kept twitching in his sleep and the words she heard from him were far from pleasant. She blinked as she realised what was going on.
The summoner was having a clear nightmare.
The thought jolted Lucina more than anything else.
She didn't expect him to have dreams as violent as his was apparently being. Of course the fresh round of swearing shocked her, but his discomfort concerned her more. She made a split second choice and slipped out of her armour standing in little more than her tunic and tights. Then she managed to slide in beside him and knowing not what else to do, she gently embraced him. The swearing stopped for a moment and his breathing became deep and even, as if the gesture was enough to spare him from the bad dream.
~*~
Caleb woke about an hour later after that, still very much tired from what Lucina could see. She was surprised he didn't seem too embarrassed by the fact that a woman was sharing his bed and as she got a good look at the summoner without his glasses she could see he took a while to realise what was going on. He sighed, "I didn't talk in my sleep again did I?" He asked tiredly, "I have a...habit of it…"
Lucina tilted her head, "Are you not the least bit concerned about-"
Caleb shrugged, "If you're okay with this arrangement then I don't see a problem with it." He said blushing, "I mean it is...nice to not sleep alone but...I don't actually want to force you to if you don't want to." He said and Lucina couldn't help but laugh softly,
"It seemed like you were having a nightmare."
Caleb sighed, "Ah…" he said, "That obvious huh?" She nodded and he spoke quietly, "I guess...I tend to have a lot of nightmares." He explained, "Not that there's anything wrong with where I'm from- I just...happened to have a not so pleasant upbringing until I was fostered out by my step father when I was a kid." He said quietly and Lucina got the sense it was almost something best not questioned for the moment. She would listen to Caleb's tale, "Sometimes...well, I guess you could say it decides to all come back up when I don't need it to...like when I'm asleep…" he sighed painfully now and Lucina wondered what it was that made the summoner like this. He had gone quiet for a moment when the sound of a loud knock and a yell jolted the pair,
"
Caleb
!" Anna yelled and he sighed,
"Anna's pissed…" He said weakly.
"She shouldn't be." Lucina said as she got up and replaced her armour, "You of all people should be allowed to rest when you need it Caleb."
He blushed as the door was almost thrown off of its hinges and Anna stormed in. Luckily Lucina's armour was fully on by the time Anna had come in, or the commander would do much worse than yell at him. She looked livid however seeing Caleb laying down and went to yell at him when a blade appeared at her side and
Marth
of all people said firmly, "Enough." His tone gave no room for argument, "You will stop treating Caleb like a personal slave!" Marth's blue eyes were blazing and Caleb wondered if Masked Marth had said something to the Hero King to have him so riled up as he was. Anna gaped at Marth, "All of the people here save for you are extremely concerned about Caleb's condition. I shouldn't have to be the one to say this but nobody. Absolutely
nobody
should be treated as you treat Caleb. It's
despicable
. It's absolutely
deplorable
. I cannot believe that the commander of the Order of Heroes is someone who is so callous to the needs of others!" Marth said angrily, "Had I not spoken with Robin-"
"Marth please…" Caleb said weakly,
"No Caleb. I cannot ignore a friend in need. You work much too hard for everyone's sake. Please let us help you."
"Like hells!" Anna snapped, "He is the most lazy-"
"I don't think so." Came Chrom's voice from the doorway, "I've lost track of how many times I've seen Caleb miss meals from the mess."
"And let's not forget the fact he tends to forget sleep as well." Marth added sternly, "Forgive me Lucina but how much sleep did he get?"
Lucina answered honestly, "Barely three and a half hours, though Mask and I don't know the last time he slept."
Anna frowned, "What? That's not…"
"It is true." Said Chrom, "I know Lucina doesn't lie."
Marth nodded, "And nor does Chrom. So Anna, I suggest
you
start picking up the slack. You're the commander after all and it is
your
job to make sure the army is running properly. The health of everyone is on
you
. So I would suggest you start to do what is
right
wouldn't you agree?"
Lucina saw the shock on Anna's face but the guilt on Caleb's was even more telling. What kind of life did he have where he was forced to be made to feel guilty for taking care of himself?
~*~
It was eventually decided that Caleb would have Reflet and Robin assist with his tactical workload- Sorin was also pulled in as were a few other strategists that had been summoned. Lucina's job was to make sure he didn't miss meals or sleep. Alfonse was glad they'd finally given Anna a decent what for apparently and as Caleb's over all health started to improve, Lucina found herself feeling relieved- and morale rose around the castle.
Everyone was glad to see Caleb looking much better these days it seemed.
Lucina still had another idea in the back of her mind on how to help the summoner…
~*~
The early winter morning saw Caleb nestled into his bed when Lucina went to check on him. Dark blond hair sticking out from the covers and an annoyed sigh escaping him, "Is everything alright Caleb?"
He tensed and his head popped out from under the covers, "Uh…y-yeah." His face bright red and somewhat embarrassed, though Lucina didn't pick up on that and she said,
"Okay, don't hesitate to ask if you need anything- breakfast is starting soon and-"
Caleb was even more red for a moment and chewed his bottom lip, "Ah, shit. I knew forgot something. Fuck!" He groaned closing his eyes as he partly sat up revealing the source of his embarrassment by accident. Though the language was a bit strong, Caleb's embarrassed state seemed to hint at a degree of anxiety and some stress.
It did not escape Lucina's notice. While Caleb was clearly trying to ignore the problem, she realised that maybe...maybe she could help him after all she had heard- overheard to be more accurate- one of the younger male heroes talking to one of the older men. She couldn't remember exactly who but the conversation was an interesting one. She paused unsure of how to offer to help him. She however plucked up her courage, "Caleb…would it be alright if I helped you with that?"
Caleb's eyes snapped open and she saw him get even more flustered than before, though she noticed his Adam's apple bob as he gulped, "Wh-what? Lucina...did...erm...a-are you sure you want to?" He said gulping again, "I-I mean you- you don't have to...I-I couldn't impose-" he bit his bottom lip and seemed a little bit...hopeful,
"I believe it will be beneficial to not neglect your needs Caleb. Anna notwithstanding."
She saw his face get quite red, even his ears were glowing at her proposition. Though he wasn't exactly saying he didn't want to. "R-right...I...I guess that's fair." The summoner said red faced. He drew in a deep breath of air and said, "It is...a little embarrassing though."
Lucina tilted her head, "How so?"
He sighed, "Because we're going to need to be in the baths so I don't make a mess." He explained still red in the face. Lucina seemed confused but Caleb it seemed knew more on the matter than she did.
So she followed Caleb to the baths, noticing he seemed to be uncomfortable with the clear tent in his pants. Only when they arrived to the baths did Caleb do a quick check to make sure it was just them before he allowed his clothing to come off. Lucina decided that she would join him and also made it seem like she was going to the women's baths. Though seeing Caleb without his clothing made her start.
The male summoner was lithe. Broad across his shoulders he had the look of a untrained green recruit, though he wasn't actually that tall. In fact Lucina noticed he was a fair bit shorter than she realised. It had to be the coat that hid most of him- it did hide most of him.
She noticed a couple of scars on his arms, one on each arm. Though her gaze continued to draw in the sight of the now naked summoner. He blushed and averted his eyes. Lucina had removed the last of her clothing and the pair stepped into the baths- the men's baths and Lucina finally got a true view of Caleb. And what a view it was.
His penis was a strange sight, though seeing it standing up straight was something Lucina had not anticipated. Not that she knew what it was she was looking at- she guessed that normally it wouldn't be in the position it was now and Caleb squirmed a little under her gaze. An intense curiosity took over and she said softly, "May I?" He nodded face aflame.
Lucina closed the distance and gently touched his erect dick. Caleb let out a low moan from the contact eyes squeezing shut. Though Lucina was absorbed by the feel of it. It was very hot, and throbbing. Carefully she ran her hand over it- Caleb's hand guiding her a little- from the base to the top and it seemed the male summoner was enjoying her minstraitions. His breathing sped up and low moans escaped his throat. Lucina found that he leant on her a little as his breathing grew more rapid. Clearly he was enjoying his and yet...she wondered something. The sound of footsteps made them shift and Caleb managed to get them both to a spot where they wouldn't be seen...as long as she stayed down. She wasn't sure why but an idea popped into her mind. She was well aware of the implications but she felt it was worth exploring.
The summoner would be visible from his waist up, and he spoke, "Oh...hey Ike…" Lucina kept her gentle touch of his erect penis, and Caleb let out a low noise of pleasure, Lucina heard Ike and paused,
"Ah, Caleb. Dealing with some morning wood huh?"
"Y-yeah…" Caleb made a low moan as Lucina consistently kept moving her hands over his dick.
"I guess I'll leave you to it. Unless guys are your thing."
"Ah- n-nah...just...ah…" Caleb had his eyes closed,
Ike hummed, "Okay, if you say so Caleb." Lucina heard Ike head out again. She decided to try something and bought herself level with his cock. She then decided that she would take him with her mouth.
The obscene moan that escaped Caleb was more than enough encouragement for her to explore him. His breathing even more rapid than before she heard him grip the partial wall to keep himself standing. Had she ability she would have seen the pure unadulterated bliss on his face as he fought off his own orgasm for as long as possible. Though she could hear his ragged breathing and low breathy moans. He managed to get her name out before she pulled back. There was an edge to his voice that seemed to ask her to stop. Caleb was a quivering mess, panting for air and Lucina spoke, "Caleb?" He lowered himself down and bit his bottom lip again,
"Too...close...didn't want...to not warn you…" He forced out between gasps, "Oh god…" he groaned closing his hand around his penis. Lucina noticed that he was quaking still. Though she soon found herself blinking in fascination as with a couple of deft strokes, the male summoner finally climaxed and sure enough released a white substance that spilled over his hand and a substantial amount onto the floor, his breathing still very rapid. He seemed to relax briefly and she gently ran a hand through his hair. She spoke,
"I don't suppose you would be alright with us doing this again if you have need?" Caleb's gaze met hers and he blushed,
"If you're okay with this I don't see a problem...but at least let me help you if you need it too." He said, "I can't just take."
Lucina giggled softly, "Very well. I will." She agreed.
----- CHAPTER BREAK -----
Don't be afraid, take my hand and I'll make the world right again...
When she was first pulled to the Kingdom of Askr, Chloey had been taken by surprise. The young woman was completely unprepared for the journey she was going to have to embark on, nor was she ready for the people she was about to meet. The first thing that Chloey noticed when her eyes cleared was that she wasn't in a place she could identify. Though Anna was most certainly a familiar face Chloey had thought she was dreaming. Then the reality set in when Chloey saw a man get killed by the simple axe Anna had been using to fight him off. It was a reality check Chloey wasn't sure she was ready for. It didn't take long before they had to move. Anna gave Chloey Breidablik and said that she was the one meant to hold the weapon. Chloey didn't exactly agree- the gun felt...heavy in her small hands and she didn't like it. Though the now named "Summoner" of the Order of Heroes couldn't argue with her "Commander". Their journey took them to find a young man who immediately struck Chloey as someone familiar- though she wasn't exactly sure how that was the case. He was slightly distracted on the battlefield, and she had to yell a hasty warning. She stood firm as blade sliced through flesh and another man died before her. She swallowed her fear and quietly thanked the young man for his help- for his ability to heed her warning. It was the first time she ever spoke to Prince Alfonse of Askr. Chloey's arrival in Askr meant that for the first time, the Order of Heroes had someone who was able to think about some degree of tactics and strategy- though Chloey doubted she was actually any good apparently her childish strategies were enough to keep the Order out of trouble. Somehow Chloey managed to pull them out of scrapes they otherwise supposedly wouldn't have pulled through. How was a mystery that Chloey didn't want to bother with. She could deal with most people but there was one who seemed to get on her nerves more than anyone else. The Askran Prince Alfonse. His ideology was that of keeping his distance from people which Chloey wouldn't have minded if it wasn't such a pain to deal with. She could have done without the behaviour as it was a dangerous thing. Still she had other problems to focus on and Alfonse was the least of her worries...to start with… ~*~ Chloey had been looking into some things on her phone about the various heroes she'd somehow managed to pull from god knew where the fuck they actually came from. She was looking at how other summoners had chosen to build their heroes and noticed some less than pleasant things said about Alfonse. She frowned and wondered for a moment what was the best thing to do. She had a look at what kind of builds there were and how many had gone to the trouble to build him up when a small knock jolted her. Chloey was quick to put her phone down and turn to the door, with a quick "It's not locked!" in response. She was often left to her own devices in the Order of Heroes' Castle, something that meant she was frequently in her living quarters and rarely left them for all that much. To her surprise Alfonse was the one who arrived and he seemed worried. "Ah...a moment, please Chloey." He said and she turned to face him, she wasn't actually looking at him, though from all appearances it seemed to be that way, it was a tactic she used on her father, choosing a small detail on his face to zero in on, "Is everything alright?" She simply nodded in response. The fact of the matter was she simply tried to avoid everyone since she felt she had no place in being there. She simply replied, "It's fine, really." She then turned back to her phone and sighed, "I was just looking up what skills might help everyone." The truth, though she was sure he wouldn't think that. She head him shift slightly. Not good… "I see." He said, "Is that why you revised the training roster?"She wasn't sure if he was mad at her so she nodded, "I found some things that might help you and the others."He hummed in response, "Right. So it's nearly time for lunch, would you mind coming with me to patrol the castle on the way?""Sure…" Chloey said tucking her phone into her pocket so that it was within reach. ~*~ After that day for almost every day, Chloey would find that Alfonse sort her out. He was always asking her to be by his side- had she known that Anna was worried, Chloey would have worked harder on her social façade. It was too late for that, yet still she didn't mind, walking with Alfonse was actually quite peaceful when they didn't really have to talk. The only time she spoke was the questions in her mind about Askr's history, or their culture. Alfonse was surprisingly patient with her. He explained their festivals and that the spring festival was going to arrive soon. Chloey looked thoughtful as she listened to the information Alfonse gave her. The spring festival sounded very...familiar to an event in her world… ~*~ Chloey was in the library for the first time since she had arrived to Askr. She had been woken from a troubling dream and had come to the one place where she could ease herself from her nightmarish vision of a strange girl that she didn't recognise. And the fact that something was going to kill Alfonse and Sharena. She pulled out her phone and started to type up all of the things she wanted to find out, hoping some answer would come to her. It was an impossible task for her right then and yet… Chloey slammed her phone down, and punched the wood below her. The sharp pain she felt not enough punishment. "N-no…" She sniffled as her emotions threatened to boil over beyond her ability to cope with them. She wanted to punch herself over and over again, anything than the overwhelming storm that was trying to eat her alive… The sound of footsteps stopped her. She quickly turned to see a man that she was very unfamiliar with. She was like a deer caught in the car's headlamps. She gulped softly shrinking back to unobtrusively get her phone when he spoke, "I had no intention of startling you, Summoner." She shoved her phone into her pocket as quickly as she could while watching the man, undecided if she needed to fire Breidablik or not, "I do not believe we've had a chance to be acquainted." He said and she gave a smallish noise to show she was listening, dropping her eyes quickly from his scared face,"It's not surprising, Sir." Chloey said quietly, "Especially since I'm not really trained to be in combat."He seemed to blink surprised when she looked to him. He reminded her of Alfonse, though he seemed to be sharper than the young man. "How curious...I had not expected a hero of legend to be so humble."Chloey looked down, "Far better to that than too much pride." She replied, "I never could...be like that. I still have much to learn, even as a tactician."She quietly lowered her head again, "I see. May the gods keep you well Summoner.""The same to you, Sir." Chloey said politely and the man seemed to smile ever so softly as she quietly took her leave. ~*~ The strategy room was a place where Chloey didn't often stay in but that night...that night she decided to see what she could do- or at least try to do providing she didn't screw up. She looked over the Emblian troops known locations since the war on Múspell was a done and dusted deal. Even so Chloey couldn't shake the foreboding feeling creeping up into her gut. She was scared and she didn't know why. The next morning Chloey came to the mess hall and Feh floated over and dropped a letter in front of the Summoner. She opened it and was surprised by what it contained. She sighed thinking it was a prank from Sharena and sat it down to focus on her food. This wasn't the time for that. Then she noticed that she wasn't the only one to have such a letter. She groaned. There was no way she'd attend a party. She hated parties. She finished up her breakfast and tried to make her escape before Sharena showed up with Lissa. Especially before the pair showed up as Lissa had a thing for pranks and Chloey wasn't in the mood. She didn't expect to run into Alfonse. A sharp "Oof!" escaped her, then she cursed hissing "Fuck!" Under breath. She hastened to get up, and said, "Al, don't tell Sharena you saw me." Chloey said sternly before making as close to a mad dash as she could to escape, unaware that Alfonse was following her. It took her all of about a few minutes to slip into her room and start to look for the place where she'd stashed the orbs that were spent from summoning. She wasn't able to use them in Breidablik but they did make for some interesting patterns she liked to look at from time to time. She picked up a reddish coloured one and carefully held the fragile object in her left hand while her right was busy digging out a blue one. The orbs also shrunk significantly once they were used. She found what she was looking for and placed the two down to catch the sunlight that was filtering through the window. Chloey soon was laying on her stomach with an entire stash of used orbs underneath her hand and was preoccupied with making as many patterns as she could. It was something she liked to do. And she took photos of it of course. She didn't hear the sound of footsteps, nor did she notice the Askran prince kneel beside her. She only noticed when he let out a low noise of awe. She spoke much calmer than before, "I know that they don't have any power left, but they do make for a pretty sight."Alfonse hummed in agreement, "I certainly didn't know orbs could do that.""Well I noticed it after I summoned Corrin," Chloey explained "I guess it was as simple as keeping them after that.""Oh I see." Alfonse said, and Chloey gently rolled one in her palm, "Why are you avoiding Sharena?"Chloey sighed and pulled out the notice Feh had bought her that morning,"I hate parties." The summoner said bluntly, "Too much noise, too much invading of personal space and too much alcohol for my comfort, plus I almost always end up like a fool."Alfonse seemed to be surprised, "Are you sure about that?""Yeap." Chloey sighed, "Parties just aren't my thing."They lapsed into a comfortable silence. Then after a moment Alfonse spoke,"Then what is your 'thing'?" He asked,"My thing…" Chloey rested her chin on her hand, elbow braced on the rug beneath her, she sighed as she thought of how best to answer that question. "Maybe something for another time, I'm not sure…" she sighed."Right." Alfonse seemed to sigh but Chloey didn't notice it. ~*~ Chloey was pretty much dragged from the Order's castle by Sharena who insisted on the Summoner seeing the local village- town, as Sharena called it. Chloey had tried to make an excuse but none came to mind so she was stuck playing reluctant shopping partner to the Princess of Askr. An hour of walking about the town and Chloey could say it was the equivalent of a village in her world, and while Chloey was fascinated by the buildings- it was clear that Sharena wasn't exactly looking for that kind of response. They had just passed a smith shop and Chloey had been caught up on the speed and ease at which the man worked with the metal, though the Summoner kept her questions to herself. Sharena practically pulling Chloey along towards what she could only describe as the merchant's quarters. Beautiful fabrics and bright colours made the stalls somewhat interesting to look at, though again it wasn't what Sharena seemed to be looking for. Though Chloey found the crowds somewhat concerning, she still had no idea what it was Sharena was looking for. It wasn't until they stopped by a stall with an abundance of clothing that Chloey stifled a groan. Of course Sharena would want to go looking for clothes. The summoner sighed as she browsed over the selections, but her heart wasn't in it. She did spot a colourful thing that reminded her of the orbs in the way they sparkled but she didn't exactly feel the need to wear a dress and the clothing provided for her was fine- though the fact she'd been pulled to Askr in her night clothes was partly the reason for the extra clothing in the first place. She waited for Sharena to do what normal girls would do. Though as the summoner wandered through the stall, she had to notice the distinct lack of pants. The stall had nothing but dresses and Chloey disliked wearing dresses. It wasn't so much dislike as she was uncomfortable. She could lay the blame squarely on the schools she went to as a child for that. Almost every day she had to wear a skirt or a dress. Chloey sighed again. To make matters worse, she was only allowed to wear pants to school if it was P.E- if there was one thing Chloey hated more than dresses, it was P.E. She hated getting hot and sweaty, as she couldn't stand the feeling, the disgusting nauseating feeling- to her at least. ~*~ Sharena sighed as the shopping trip was going about as well as the worst training session with Jagen...which was to say it was a near disaster. She had to figure out not only what Chloey liked but when her birthday was since the only edge of a hint the Summoner gave was that it was in the spring, but that the Spring Festival in this world correlated to autumn where she lived in her world. Which meant the winter festival was actually in the summer of the Summoner's world and she was in winter during the summer festival. It was confusing to say the least. Still Sharena would try. If for the Summoner's sake, to at least help Chloey feel a little more at home. Sherana sighed softly as she came to stand by the Summoner, who was unimpressed selection of dresses. Though Sharena noticed at least three Chloey didn't seem to mind, and they were a slight purple colour… ~*~ After an hour of wandering Chloey knew enough was enough and she wanted to head back to the castle. She didn't get what the trip was for and she knew time was a precious commodity. She had so much to get done and it was a pain. It was more annoying though when she tried to find somewhere to sit down for a while as exhaustion set it. She hated shopping, though it was because there wasn't anything she particularly liked...she spotted the closest thing to a bookstore and hastened to check it out. Of course she did have a little gold that Anna had so 'generously' given her- though it looked like Anna wanted to hurl at the thought. 'Annas and their damn gold,' Chloey snorted. Still the books were sort of calling to her so she picked one up and gave it a cursory look. She sighed as it was written in a language she didn't understand. Then she spotted a book she remembered Robin saying he liked and she grinned, if it made her friend happy. Wyvern Wars and the Terror of High Noon. Not her choice for a book, but she was sure he'd enjoy it. And it was a bargain at three gold. Having bought it to give to Robin later she moved on with Sharena checking out a stall which sold things that Chloey had no idea what they were, "Sharena, do you think Tharja will like any of this stuff?" Chloey asked the Princess, knowing she had talked with Tharja before, "I mean I know she got talon clippings from Nowi and Tiki- which is bloody gross-" Chloey pulled a face, "I guess the eh, lizard tails will have to do…" Shouldering the less than pleasant container Chloey found a cute looking stuffed animal ("Henry might like it, too bad he's not here to say which one he'd like best."), a couple of small bottles of perfume, ("Do you think Caeda and Celica will like these?") and a smallish object that reminded Chloey of a dove ("Hey maybe Marth will like this~!") and her mood started to lift a little. She spotted a very interesting carving of a dolphin but resisted getting it, ("Because really it's not that necessary Sharena- no I insist.") and the pair soon came across something Chloey thought she'd never see. A grin appeared and Chloey said, "Oh, this is perfect. It's just the right colour! And once it's crocheted up...I think it'll make for a good birthday present for Al, don't you think?" Chloey said turning to the Princess. Sharena smiled and nodded,"So why are you buying it like that?" She asked,"Because I need to keep my hands busy." Chloey said with a wink as she bought the wool, "And you did mention Al's birthday was soon so…""Oh right!" Sharena giggled, "I did didn't I?"Chloey laughed, "So exactly how old is he? I assume fifteen or sixteen-""Nineteen actually." Sharena said and Chloey whistled,"What? Really? Damn...that is...not what I expected to hear. Crap." ~*~ All in all the shopping trip was not the worst thing Chloey could have done. She was quite focused on making Alfonse's birthday present now, having given everyone the various things she got for them before dinner. Robin was ecstatic about the book, Tharja was her usual slightly sour self but appreciated the gift. Ceada and Celica loved the perfumes and Marth was pleased with the gift Chloey bought him. Henry also enjoyed his plush. Which gave her plenty of time to make Alfonse's gift. She still couldn't believe he was nineteen years old. He wasn't as young as she'd assumed. She had to contain her blush at the thought. ~*~ It was almost late September when Chloey did the finishing touches to Alfonse's present. Having found out he was older than she expected was a surprise. Still it didn't stop the effort she'd put into his gift, nor the thought. She knew from experience that it was better to make things than to buy them. She went to see him, hoping he'd like the present. She was surprised when he came from the opposite direction but she guessed he'd just come from training as he seemed to be how he normally was after training. He was surprised to see her and he seemed flustered. Though he did smile when she presented him with her gift- a handmade scarf that matched his blue eyes to help combat the cold weather that was to come, even though for Chloey it was usually the time of year when things got warmer and the days lengthened. Still she didn't mind as it made her happy to know Alfonse liked it. She could have swore she saw him blush, but again she reasoned it was because he was fresh from training and he'd not had enough time to cool down. Chloey of course had her duties to see to and she headed off with her step more peppy than normal, especially since she was glad the gift was liked. ~*~ September gave way to October and Chloey sighed as her birthday was rapidly approaching. She'd not disclosed the date as she didn't want a fuss made over her. It was the last thing she wanted. So she had to make sure that at the very least she withheld the date from public knowledge as best she could. Still it was unusual for her to not be pestered by Sharena about it. It seemed that after almost a year in Askr that Chloey might have escaped the embarrassment of a party she didn't want to have. How unfortunate she was to think that Sharena had given up. It started when Chloey's phone went missing. Oh she was upset, but she figured that she should simply backtrack to figure out where she left it- her first mistake. When she went back to the likely places it could be she was at a loss as it wasn't where she thought it should be. Second mistake. After a few moments of near panic she ran into Alfonse and asked him if he'd seen it. Third Mistake. Alfonse hadn't seen it but he offered to help the panicked summoner find it- the pair ended up searching all of the places that Chloey had ever been in a position of actually putting her phone down and Chloey was practically panicking beyond reasonable levels- to the point that Alfonse had to press her to his chest in an effort to calm her. It took a whole half an hour to calm her down. By which time Alfonse was as red as a tomato and Chloey was still upset, but not as much as before. They tried again and this time luck was on their side as Robin had found it and was looking for Chloey. The summoner practically squeezed Robin to death in her relief and the tactician explained that Sharena had bought it to him as she'd found it, however since Anna was looking for the Princess it had fallen to Robin to return it. Chloey had worn herself out so much she almost certainly was too tired to care that her phone had been with Sharena. She quickly excused herself to go to her quarters and laid down on the bed and fell asleep. ~*~ Less than a day later Chloey was coerced into shopping with Maribelle and Lissa. The two Ylisseans acting strangely, though they were joined by Selena- because Chloey couldn't call her Severa- and Lilina. Chloey sighed when they were talking about what dresses they liked and she began to feel anxious. She wasn't the type to wear a dress. The added concern was why they were bringing her to wear dresses. Of course there weren't any that she felt comfortable with, either they were too low in the front for her own comfort or they were exposing the scars on her arms that made her feel self conscious in the worst way possible. She felt ridiculous and annoyed when Maribelle insisted Chloey stand straight. She preferred the Order of Heroes robe to dresses. That night she finally clicked as to why she’d been taken shopping and as Chloey wanted to hit her forehead at how stupid she’d been she couldn’t help but sigh. She didn’t want a party or a fuss and now...now she was getting both which annoyed her to no end. She couldn’t exactly hide which made it worse. Though it didn’t stop the Summoner from trying anyway. She sat in the library with a book at her side, content to try to hide as long as it took for the excited heroes to move on- and avoid Sharena as best she could because Chloey knew that the Princess would likely pull her along with her over exuberant behaviour. She heard footsteps and made a quick check. She was surprised when she spotted Alfonse looking flustered and seemingly watching out for someone as well, “Al!” Chloey hissed softly catching the Prince’s attention and he gratefully shot over to where she was ‘hiding’“Thank gods!” He said as he joined her in her hiding place, “Sharena was trying to drag me into organising something that- well that is to say-”“She wanted to make a big party because she figured out when my birthday was.” Chloey sighed with disappointment. Alfonse blinked at her in the low candlelight, though he quickly sighed,“She likes to do that for everyone…” He gently brushed Chloey’s hair off her face, a gesture that the Summoner allowed oddly, “I tried to tell her it wasn’t your thing but-”Chloey snorted, “She didn’t trust you?”Alfonse chuckled, “Pretty much.” He said quietly and Chloey sighed,“Well I’ve got a few candles so…”“I don’t think we’ll be able to stay here for long.” Alfonse said quietly and Chloey groaned,“Damn it! I need somewhere that will be the last place that she’d think to look, Anna too-”They both froze as the door opened and Alfonse pulled the Summoner to the back of the reading nook,“Well there is a passage here…” He said as he carefully felt along the wall. He was rewarded with a faint click as the aforementioned door opened, “Candle-” he said and Chloey carefully gripped the candle in the holder,“Where does it lead?” She asked and Alfonse said,“The last place Sharena would think to look for you...and me.” He blushed and she clicked,“Oh...oh, right. Well let’s go.” Chloey said leading the way in with Alfonse close behind her. The corridor looked like it was leading to another world and as she balanced the candle she noticed that it was fairly breezy. She turned just as Alfonse closed the door. He put his fingers to his lips and Chloey stood as silently as she could.“Oh drat! I was hoping Chloey was here!” Sharena’s voice floated through the door,“Well then where else would she likely be?” Anna’s voice asked, “Wasn’t Alfonse supposed to be coming here to study?”“Alfonse is always in the library, yet he’s not. Huh...maybe he’s training.”“Right well let’s check the training ground then.” Anna’s voice said as it started to get weaker. Alfonse gently pushed Chloey to move away from the door and the pair walked along the corridor as Alfonse spoke softly,“There should be a private reading room just above us…”“Is it open?” “Not really, the windows are large making it a good spot to look at the stars, but Sharena doesn’t really know of its existence, I was lucky to stumble across it once when I was desperate to avoid my sister- it has plenty of light to read and has the added advantage that it is connected to the kitchens.”Chloey started to carefully navigate her nemesis the stairs. Alfonse was behind her gently supporting her as she struggled up them. “So how long exactly?” She asked him,“However long a piece of string is.” He replied chuckling and Chloey snorted,“I meant to get there, not for Sharena to find us.” She clarified. Alfonse chuckled,“Not long now.” He informed her and sure enough they soon came to a very interesting looking door, “This is it.” Alfonse said,“The door looks cool.” Chloey whispered softly,“It was likely built in an earlier time of Askr’s history.” Alfonse confirmed, “Possibly one to two hundred years ago.”“Sweet~” Chloey grinned, “So how…?”Alfonse carefully pulled on the handle and she noticed that he seemed to take a bit to pull the door open. Inside was a comfortable looking study- complete with chairs near a fireplace that Chloey thought looked at least a few hundred years old. Alfonse was right about the place being old, but it was the pleasant old that Chloey sighed in relief, “May I-?” Alfonse said and Chloey gave him the candle she was holding to light the fire. The fire quickly lit the room up and warmed it as well. Alfonse blew the candle out as Chloey found a comfortable spot to sit,“It’s nice here.” Chloey sighed, “So I take it we can relax for a while?”“At least until Sharena gives up.” He replied and Chloey felt her eyes close. It was nice,“Thanks Al.” Chloey said quietly and he came to sit with her,“I think I’ve spent enough time around my sister to know how to avoid her when needs must.”“Ouch. Was she really like that before I came here?” Chloey asked and Alfonse sighed,“Sometimes.” He said gently taking the Summoner’s hand in his own. The moment of quiet was comfortable as the fire crackled in the background. It took Chloey a moment to realise just how close she was to Alfonse but she found she didn’t mind, nor did she mind when they kissed. To her surprise when they broke apart Alfonse was flustered and Chloey was plenty aware of how he’d be embarrassed and decided to spare him the embarrassment- she leant in and returned the kiss and it was clear that he’d not actually had anything like this happen before. She had to make a small chuckle, though she was aware that Alfonse was quivering slightly. She drew back and their eyes met. Alfonse was flustered but there was a gleam in his eye she knew was in hers. It was barely a moment's reprieve however as they wound up kissing again. This time with more fever than before. Chloey didn't exactly have a plan as to how this was going to go, but the female summoner certainly wasn't going to argue with this turn of events. She could feel his hands wandering a bit, though to be fair it wasn't like hers weren't doing the same. Neither had planned the moment and Chloey could feel heat boiling in her lower body as Alfonse kissed her. They drew back again and Alfonse was panting slightly, "My apologies I hadn't meant to come across like a wyvern on heat-"Chloey chuckled softly, "Alfonse." She said entwining her hands with his, "I don't mind, as long as you're comfortable with this. We don't have to go all the way if you're not ready to." She was straddling him and his blush was nothing short of cute. She leaned down and their lips crashed into a desperate kiss. Chloey decided to keep allowing Alfonse to touch her. She couldn't help blushing slightly as she remembered the spring festival outfit Alfonse had worn. It had not left much to the imagination and she could safely say it was for good reason she'd said it looked good on him. Clothing didn't take long to fall away and it was clear that Alfonse was fairly sensitive. Skin to skin as they were made him moan softly. It was clear that Alfonse hadn't done anything like this before, if the trembling was any indication. Chloey was content to move at the pace Alfonse was comfortable with. The kissing was definitely new to him, but the summoner didn't mind. She hesitantly reached to gently run her fingers through his hair as Alfonse's touch grew a little in confidence. He was a bit preoccupied with feeling her skin under his hands calloused by years of training with a sword. Each time their lips met, Alfonse's hands wandered a bit more and it was almost an agonisingly slow pace that was set, at least for a short while. It didn't take long for Chloey to feel a little light headed as their kissing took on a more desperate edge. Alfonse moaned as his hands slipped under the band of the pants she was wearing. She could feel the clear tent in his pants but chose to treat it as what it was, a sign of his growing arousal. It would have stayed that way if not for the fact that the summoner slipped her smallish hand down his toned abs, eliciting a moan from him and her reminding him that they would only go as far as he felt comfortable. His eyes darkened with lust as he shifted their positions with dexterity, the summoner on her back as the kissing took on a more desperate edge again. The rest of their clothing fell to the floor and Alfonse was quick to claim another kiss as Chloey worked on taking in the view that clothing had denied. Alfonse was a sight to behold- well muscled but lithe, he'd yet to fill out fully. She gently ran her hands over his chest earning a low moan as her hands slid down his chest. She followed his muscles to his abs and she felt him flinch slightly as she traced a scar on his arm, "I really shouldn't have been so careless to let that happen to you." Chloey said softly and the pair were apart for the moment. His expression softened,"It wasn't your fault Chloey." He said tone stern, "It was her fault, and I swear by the dragon of Askr, she will pay if she dares to think of harming you again." He said pulling the Summoner to his chest so that her bare breasts pressed to him, she could feel his penis twitch between their legs at the action but Chloey paid it little mind,"Alfonse…" the summoner murmured softly stroking his cheek with a free hand, his eyes closed briefly as he relaxed to her touch, "I am grateful that you care. It just makes me feel bad that there isn't anything I can do to- MMMPH?!"She jolted slightly as he kissed her passionately, her surprise giving way to a low moan as he slipped his grip on her hips. For once she didn't know what to say as she became pliant for him, shifting her body so that he could enter her when he was ready. It was a near scrape of his penis into her vagina as he let out an almost pained moan though judging by the fact he was pressing into her once more, she got the feeling it was a moan of pleasure he'd released. The sounds of the fire was soon accompanied by the lewd sounds of flesh hitting flesh as the Askran Prince thrust into the Summoner, deep moans silenced by frantic kisses as neither wished to be discovered. There were no words exchanged beyond the low cries of "God, Alfonse, there! There! Right there!" and "Gods! Ah, Chloey-" as the couple began to reach their climax. Chloey could feel him twinge within her and she let their lips crash together once more as they desperately tried to keep the noise down and at least be partly aware of their surroundings. It was not long before Alfonse shifted his positioning to really get deep into his summoner, a move that had Chloey almost delirious with pleasure as she desperately tried to muffle her cries. She knew the extra strength of his thrusts would be her undoing and Chloey loved it. The harder he was able to press into her, the more delirious she got. She knew Alfonse wasn't yet aware of this fact and that for him, this was the first time he'd likely actually had sex with any woman, if the seemingly experimental thrusts were any indication- though she gave him what encouragement he needed as she braced herself for an intense climax that had her cry his name. A climax that apparently triggered his own, if the deep almost guttural moan of her name was any indication. Their post climax was a moment of quiet, the sound of the crackling fire soothing both of them as Chloey felt no need to move, "You know, if we ever do find a way to my world…" Chloey said softly her hands gently brushing through Alfonse's hair, "I would love it if you were able to stay a while." She felt Alfonse shift to meet her eyes his gaze wide, "I'd hate to leave Askr without you." She said honestly and Alfonse blushed,"Really?" He said quietly and she leant forward to kiss his damp forehead,"Yeah." Chloey replied, "Besides, I feel safe when I'm here with you." She said fully allowing herself to be honest, "I'd...well to say I'd miss you would be an understatement." She blushed and he braced his weight so that he could freely kiss her,"How did you manage to take the words out of my mouth?" He asked her once they drew apart, "Though I think we should...more be allowed to between here and your world." He suggested,"Together?" Chloey asked him her eyes looking into his for the first time, without her glasses the room wasn't so easily seen. Alfonse nodded,"Together." He agreed holding his Summoner's hand as their naked bodies pressed together.
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It was as close to normal as Caleb was ever going to get in the Order of Heroes. He was reading a good book relaxing when he was accosted by Alfonse's sister Sharena. For Caleb her energy and enthusiasm was a bit much to deal with at any one time. Hardly surprising then that he tended to avoid the Princess of Askr who was probably barely legal. "Hey!" Sharena called snapping Caleb back to reality as humanly possible, "I thought we were going on patrol together!"Caleb sighed, there was no arguing with her. "Fine, we'll go now." He sighed. The patrol was uneventful, as Caleb thought about various things. He didn't miss his own world for a second and being pulled to Askr was about the nicest thing that could have happened to him, he supposed. He just didn't know why Sharena insisted on them spending time together. Caleb was an introvert like Alfonse and preferred to do things in a more quiet setting… ~*~ She sort him out again. This time Caleb was on his way to the summoning ruins to see if he could call forth heroes to help their cause. Sharena always walked at his side whenever he did as Summoning usually took it out of him, and depending on the Hero...it would sometimes cause Caleb to collapse. Which wasn't a good thing. Sharena had heard about it and naturally she couldn't stand by and let that happen. She had to help the Summoner who had become her light. She found his rare smiles sweet, and she liked the way his eyes lit up whenever he was truly happy. Yet it was hard to know how he felt about her. She had spent a long time not truly happy as she wasn't often sent on missions with Caleb. He'd kept her close to base and all. Yet of late it seemed that Caleb was at least trying to get through the backlog of heroes he'd summoned for whatever reason. She had no idea what was to come. ~*~ There were times that Caleb hated being the Summoner of the Order of Heroes. This was one of those times. He'd just gone though however many heroes to figure out who was going to give him feathers and what skills were needed when Sharena came to see him. It was hardly worthwhile but the small talk they made was fine. It made his job less monotonous than it already was. It could have been fine, if not for the fact that Anna had to show up and yell at him for not doing his job properly. How Caleb dealt with it he didn't know. It was hardly worth the effort but even now-"Anna you do realise the only thing I am even remotely good for is summoning heroes and basic tactics right?" Caleb asked her. Sharena couldn't help the horrified expression of how little he thought of himself. She was shocked beyond belief. He wasn't just good for Summoning heroes and basic tactics! It made Sharena want to cry at those words. How many times had she seen Caleb guide people through the castle when they got lost once he knew his way around? How many times had she seen him talk to people before battle to help calm their nerves? How many times had she… She looked down as Anna left with a huff, but she couldn't believe that someone could be so negative. She resolved to help him. Regardless of the consequences. ~*~ With everything that had happened, Sharena would have thought a bubbly outgoing type like her would have been just the person to get Caleb to smile more. Alfonse had suggested they try the male summoner to dress up for the Spring festival- which they did, so why wasn't he smiling? The ears looked adorably fetching with his dark blond hair, and surprisingly he was actually quite lithe under that coat of his- if he actually stopped trying to hide it by crossing his arms over his chest with the cape tucked around him. Yet it seemed that Caleb was unhappy. He seemed massively embarrassed by it, his blue eyes downcast to the ground. He kept pulling at the cape and frowning at the boots he was wearing. He was quieter than normal. She had suggested he go without his glasses but he flatly refused, apparently they weren't for decoration and he required them for his actual sight. Perhaps she should have asked him about it sooner... They came to the festival in good time, though Caleb seemed to not be enjoying it at all, even though Sharena was trying her best to help the summoner smile. She tried everything she could think of but it wasn't working, though Caleb it seemed was even more shy than Alfonse which was a real shame. They walked between stands and Caleb desperately tried to keep his eyes on where he was going and not on Sharena's body. He felt like a pervert, worse still she was probably too young for him...which begged the question of how old she actually was and that wasn’t a question he felt pursuing. Still he had to wonder why she suggested he dress up when he wasn’t one for it. He already missed the familiar and comforting weight of his Summoner's garb, especially the coat. It was hardly surprising then that he was having a rough time with it all. Still it would be wrong to say he didn't like how happy she was when she bounced between the various stalls and eagerly picked out some paints to decorate some eggs which Anna had brought for them- a gift from Sharena's mother apparently. Though the Summoner's traitorous mind was on other things. Like how much of Sharena's skin was exposed and how much of her body was on display… Caleb wanted to punch himself at the thoughts that were inside his head. Why, oh god, why did he have to have such lewd thoughts. And about Sharena no less! It was far too dangerous to go there and worse still Alfonse would probably think Caleb a creep if he confided in the prince. It was as horrible as it was embarrassing. He made an excuse to head back to the castle, muttering about forgetting Breidablik and practically taking off as fast as his legs could carry him. ~*~ Sharena eventually found Caleb in his room, already halfway out of the spring outfit he'd been wearing. She stared as he carefully folded the shirt and set it on the desk. His movements were fluid and Sharena almost didn't want to disturb him. Yet ever the curious individual she was, she called out to him. Caleb froze, and it was impossible not to notice his blush and attempts to look away. Sharena came over to him and she said brightly, "Aww Caleb, we were missing you!"He rubbed the back of his neck, "Sharena, I appreciated today, really, but...I…" he drew in a deep breath and she could see him look almost depressed, "Prefer less...noisy places, I guess. I hate to say it but I'm more at home in a library than out and about like that." Her face fell, until he smiled softly, "Just seeing you smile, that makes me happy, but really I'm not the guy who is good at being the centre of attention, despite what Anna might claim." He said and subconsciously she couldn't help smiling. Neither noticed how close they were until Sharena felt her chin be gently tipped up and for the first time she got to truly look into the ocean blue eyes that were Caleb's. His glasses, she realised were actually kind of pretty, though she soon found her own eyes widening when he gently kissed her. Time seemed to stand still yet for Sharena it was a feeling she was unfamiliar with. She wished it could last a while more, but Caleb pulled away and she noticed he seemed quite embarrassed by it. His ears were bright red as was his face, yet to Sharena there was no sight that could compare. She gently reached forwards, and to her shock, or perhaps intention, she returned the kiss. She heard a low moan and realised it was definitely Caleb's. She could feel their bodies pressing together and she suddenly felt very overdressed. She drew back a little admiring the rare sight of her Summoner flustered but she soon found herself wondering what it would be like to just let fabric fall and feel his skin against her own. She blushed as the thought crossed her mind but as she claimed another kiss she realised that was exactly what she wanted. It was like drinking ale, but she was still mostly aware of what was going on and as she shrugged out of her outfit, she saw Caleb blush an even more obvious red. "Sha-sharena…" he stammered as she ended up kissing him again, her dress on the floor. He let out a moan and she felt his hands snake down to her hips. She was aware of the clear tent in the Summoner's pants and she decided to experiment a little, having not actually done anything like this with any man before. She brushed it and Caleb's eyes darkened with lust and a low cry escaped him. She felt him press her to the wall and they stood there for a moment, the sexual tension growing by the second. Caleb seemed to be considering how to proceed. He cupped her chin, "Are you sure this is what you want Sharena?" He asked, his voice oddly gentle. She squirmed a little and said,"Yes."Funny how a simple word could shift things. She found their clothing falling to the ground as she got to feel Caleb's skin under her fingers, and him moaning softly in response. It certainly wasn't how the romantic novellas described sex to be. Yet through the entire process, Caleb was a gentleman- at least how Sharena pictured one to be. His touch gentle on her body as she kissed him surprised by how heady she was made to feel. She could barely focus on anything other than him being above her on the bed, her long hair flowing freely and their kisses bringing heat to her body. When she felt a sudden fullness inside of her, she moaned in surprise and Caleb seemed to pause until she kissed him with a fiery passion that had him moan and take her by surprise as she felt pleasure from whatever it was. She did have a vague idea, but the books were so far from her mind and the sense of time seemed to draw on and any conscious thought was out the window as she began to feel the heat intensifying inside of her body. A low wanton moan escaped her and she found herself gripping Caleb's shoulders as muscle rippled under her hands. The sudden almost blissful feeling that took her breath away was replaced with a tired smile as Caleb shifted to rest beside her. Their hands entwined and Sharena giggled tiredly, she hoped that she could enjoy more of this intimacy with him, especially given how wonderful he'd made her feel. Caleb let out a low sigh of contentment and Sharena had a feeling that a need was cared for, somehow that made the moment they had shared even more special.
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Male Corrin x Summoner Chloey~ Please Stay by My Side
It had all started innocently enough. When Corrin was summoned to Askr it was at a time when things were hectic and everyone feared the Emblian Empire might try and invade any day and the fighting was extremely fierce- he'd had to fight both his brothers to free them from the clutches of the Emblian Princess who delighted in forcing others to her will. He gave his strength in battle and grew to be one of the strongest heroes that the Askrans had to help them, in no small part thanks to the Summoner, thanks to Chloey who had been instrumental in his growth on the battlefield and off it occasionally when she explained some things to him he'd not quite understood. They started off a little rocky in the beginning, there was no denying that. It was his naïve nature that annoyed her a little at first and perhaps annoying her a little as he spoke with her. However, he saw how worldly she truly was and saw the walls she had to protect herself from emotional harm. The walls she had were higher than the Northern fortress of his childhood and at first she was every bit as cold as the place as well. Yet he wasn't as naïve as his siblings and others thought he was. He could see the pain in her eyes. She hid it well from Alfonse and the Askrans but Corrin could see it clear as day, perhaps it was a kinship they shared in some way. As such, he knew that there were different wars than ones where people died on the battlefield, sometimes the wars were in a person's own mind- it was something he assumed it yet it seemed right to him. Chloey was fighting two different wars and the one in her own mind was taking a far greater toll on her than others seemed to notice, or understand. She was so much like Xander in that way, shouldering a burden she obviously didn't feel was meant for anyone but her. Corrin knew she needed help, yet how was eluding him. He lacked the experience necessary to help her. Yet to say she didn't care for him was wrong. Why else would she go to all of the trouble giving him the skills he needed to grow stronger if she didn't care at all? She was certainly willing to set aside any differences to work with heroes if needs must, even Hinata who she seemed to hate with a passion was at least spoken to somewhat politely, given the skills he needed to be able to handle the battlefields of Askr. Yet the more time Corrin spent with her, the more the walls gradually lowered. The more the walls lowered the more he saw the vulnerable person struggling with her own burdens too shy to ask for help- no matter how much she struggled with them on her own. Oh it had started innocently enough alright, him only wanting to get to know the shy young woman behind the somewhat blunt and sharp exterior. Innocent and sweet, oh how emotions could be so misleading to those who didn't have the experience around intimacy. Yet Corrin wouldn't change the path for the worlds. After all, he knew it was clear that he needed this journey with her help since she seemed to know a lot more than he did. ~*~ Corrin was walking along the hallway towards the main mess hall, his stomach growling as he could smell something mouthwatering, he'd known there were some new heroes that had arrived, so perhaps one of them was a good cook- some of them who had to have no skills whatsoever in the kitchen and Corrin had to admit he was no better at it, despite the attempts of Chloey to help him. He'd wondered why the summoner was fairly skilled at preparing things to be cooked and not the actual cooking itself. The added bonus he supposed was that Felicia had benefited greatly from Chloey's special tuition in the kitchen and could actually make edible food now. He passed Chrom and Reflet, both having been summoned recently and getting close, unsurprisingly enough. Apparently they were summoned from the same world luckily enough for them. As Corrin continued on his way he saw Lissa, Chrom's sister (who was from a different world than Chrom but he still treated her as his sister) holding a frog in her hand from gods knew where. She was laughing as she tried to sneak up on Robin, the later leaning against a wall half asleep as he was just off patrol duty with Marth- who was also nearly asleep and barely awake enough to warn the poor tactician whom Lissa had taken to teasing since he'd become very close to Chrom's daughter Lucina. Before Corrin could open his mouth to say anything there was a loud cry from the kitchen that had Lissa drop her frog, Robin jolting awake, Marth struggling to get up from the wall and anxiety filled Corrin as there wasn't usually anything wrong in the kitchen of all places, "Oh gods…" he muttered running in to see an unfamiliar face. "Are you alright miss?" He asked and the obviously new hero turned and blushed,"Oh- uh, yeah." She replied, "I'm Sumia."Corrin smiled, "I'm Corrin, it's nice to meet you."She smiled, "I was so surprised when I got summoned here, but I hope I can help out as best I can." She said and Corrin smiled,"I'm sure you will." He said and it was interrupted by the arrival of Chloey looking pale and drawn. Corrin knew that face well. He'd seen it before and he knew she was upset and she was tired,"Has anyone seen my fone?" She asked and then she saw their bemused expressions, "Oh, right...you guys won't know what it is." She sighed sadly, "It's-""Hey, what is this thing?" A familiar yell of Hinoka's voice sounded and Chloey turned as Corrin's not quite older sister came in- she was from a world where Ryoma had been killed unfortunately and Corrin knew it was best not to tell her the fact he'd lost her in his world,"That's mine Hinoka!" She called,"Oh, cool." Hinoka said handing the strange device to Chloey,"Sorry, I'm not normally this forgetful." She said and Corrin decided to see if he could do something to help her smile, especially since she needed a clear break and time to relax."Have you had something to eat yet?" Corrin asked and Chloey let out a low sigh,"Umm...not really...I kind of promised Anna I'd have a revised roster and-""I see, well in that case I think it's best you have a break then, I'm sure Anna won't mind, besides eating is important." He said with a small smile. He saw Hinoka look a little suspicious of his words but really Corrin couldn't tell her how badly he felt knowing that his choices had led to her death. He had not looked after himself and it cost a few people their lives. To his relief the Summoner relented and she joined him. The meal was pleasant, despite the fact that Chloey wasn't big on small talk and Corrin chattered about things she seemed not to mind much, like the Order of Heroes' horses and Pegasi and did she know about the cats that had made their home in the feed shed. Yet it was also interesting when she did choose to talk. She had knowledge he'd never stopped to consider. She could even be assumed to be naïve herself in a way. Yet Corrin knew how wrong that assumption was. He wondered if there was an explanation for how he was feeling… Even so, confiding in his siblings wasn't his idea of figuring out what such a feeling was. Nor did he want to confide in the other heroes either as he wasn't sure who to turn to about this feeling that struck him whenever he was near Chloey exclusively. It was a feeling that Corrin wasn't sure of, the feeling making him uneasy when she wasn't in his sight. It bought Corrin fire to his loins in a way he'd never experienced before, and he was beginning to find it a bit much. It wasn't long before he let it slip by complete accident to his summoner. Oh the words were innocent enough, but the grain of truth that they had to them Corrin wasn't sure he was ready to face. Corrin lay on his bed, face red as he thought about exactly what he'd said. His heart pounded like a drum as the words played in his mind.
"I feel uneasy when you're not around…I need to keep you where I can see you..."
Her surprised expression, what she replied with… No he was thinking too far into it...
"Corrin...listen, if ever you're feeling like that...if you ever feel worry for me. Don't hesitate to come to me, I want to help you feel as comfortable as possible here. All you need to do is ask, okay?"
Corrin moaned softly, he felt...too warm in his clothing and the urge to go dragon was rising, and yet he felt even if he went dragon for a while it wouldn't be enough, it was almost as if there was another need pulling at him, another need he was entirely unfamiliar with, and one...he'd never been confident in admitting to, if the way he couldn't even speak of it was a thing. What was the most concerning was the heat in his nether region that...kind of hurt a little. He forced his mind focus on something else and the heat faded, but not without some discomfort afterwards. Unsure of what to do, he decided to see Chloey. Maybe she could help him get to the bottom of this feeling...yet he realised too late he'd not known how to say it. ~*~ Chloey rested on the chase lounge, half asleep. She was barely wearing anything- just her underwear to keep from getting too hot as the summer weather made her want to just lay there in the cool, eyes half closed glasses on a side table. A knock on her door didn't make her move and the sound of it opening surprised her, "Um, Chloey…" she froze and realised that she'd never been in so few clothing around Corrin. She sighed when she saw him go bright red at the sight and she made the conscious decision to get up off the lounge. His gaze was a bit intense but she didn't mind it. She expected it, given what she'd heard from Niles and the teasing he'd been getting up to of late about how Corrin needed a "few chips in that porcelain like that pretty little prince" which earn the salacious bastard an earful from Chloey snapping at him to keep his sexual harassment to himself. Niles had blinked and held his hands up, until Chloey pointed out it wasn't for her benefit, more because there were children present- but when she slipped close to his ear and told him she didn't give a fuck what he thought of her, she could handle him because she'd been through just as shitty a life as he'd been through. His expression was priceless to say the least but that was all she'd give him. However since then Niles had been minding his manners around Chloey...which was off, not that she cared, it didn't matter that much.
"Yes Corrin?" She asked gently in an effort to pull his focus from her rather unflattering form. While she wasn't exactly ugly, she was short, thin with a bit too much belly fat and breasts that...well they weren't winning any awards for their modest size, nor were her hips for that matter, but she could tell he couldn't move his eyes from what he was seeing, if that noticeable gulp and slightly lustful gaze was anything to go by, and she had to wonder if he was okay with seeing her like this as unguarded as she was with such a relatively skimpy outfit all things be told, "Hey, eyes up here sweetheart." Chloey said gently tipping his chin up a little. She chuckled softly and Corrin was slightly flustered but enjoying the view his height gave over the short summoner and he stammered,"R-right." And he wished he could get a handle on himself as heat burned in his loins, fiercely. Chloey snorted softly,"You'd almost think I was completely naked and not in underwear." She joked, but for Corrin it was too much. Just the thought alone made him feel light headed and gods he wanted her to be. He gulped again, his adam's apple bobbing slightly as the heat in his loins burned and he suddenly felt too hot and overdressed as well as an urge he didn't understand. Chloey gave a knowing smile, "Or is that what you want?"Corrin froze, a warm feeling in the pit of his stomach, fire racing through his body, the room suddenly became far too hot for his liking and a low whimper escaped him. "I'm…" he stuttered slightly, "I'm not dreaming right?" He asked and Chloey seemed to read his unspoken plea."That depends," Chloey said as she tilted her head slightly and Corrin was distracted for the moment when he looked at her eyes, for a brief moment before they looked down, "On what you want, and if you-"Corrin did something that surprised them both when he suddenly kissed her. A low moan escaped him, relief or shame he couldn't tell exactly but when they drew apart, he wanted more of the intoxicating feeling. Chloey grinned and he felt her hand gently reach and slide through his short hair, "I take it the idea is appealing?" She asked him and Corrin simply nodded, wishing he could remove his now pesky armour and feel more than just her lips. She smiled gently, "Alright, but I'm going to be crystal clear on one thing, we respect each other's boundaries. If it's too much we stop and don't force the other one to continue beyond that point." Gentle hands threaded through his hair and Corrin let out a low moan, half leaning towards her, and a protest that she wasn't continuing with kissing him in his throat that died when he felt her body pressing to his as her lips sort his own. His heart pounded in his ears, yet for all that he found himself unable to mind. There was something about the feeling of her skin under his fingers that was immensely satisfying to say the least. Corrin felt relief once his armour and clothing started to fall, and the skin to skin contact with her was...indescribably satisfying. He moaned softly as he claimed as many kisses as possible, it was all so intoxicating and...a little overwhelming. He wasn't sure how to voice it, and yet… He knew this was something he wanted, even if his voice failed him, for the moment. Chloey drew back, grinning slightly though Corrin didn't want to stop just yet he had a feeling she did for a reason. He was surprised then, when she said calmly, "I'm going to remove my bra, if that's okay with you."Corrin felt heat rush to his nether region at those words, and he gulped, "M-may I…" he felt even more red than before, but he didn't want to miss the chance to feel more of her. Chloey hummed softly and turned with her back to him. He could appreciate just how broad her shoulders were, now that he wasn't distracted by her chest,"If you'd like." She moved her hair off her back and Corrin tilted his head, frowning slightly. What a strange piece of clothing it was! "You will need to hold this side-" she said as she easily reached to grip the band across her back. Corrin moved his hands then and she used hers to show him how to undo the band. Corrin briefly caught sight of his small clothes- underwear as Chloey called them significantly pitched with his penis being erect. It wasn't entirely new to him per say, but he'd never had the courage to ask either Ryoma or Xander about why it sometimes happened- why it could be hot and feel like it was throbbing making him mildly uncomfortable. Usually whenever it happened, Corrin would take a cold bath but this time...he didn't want to do that now, he was preoccupied with touching the summoner and how good it was feeling to do that. When he undid the band (with Chloey's help of course) it was like the whole bra loosened and Corrin felt a somewhat strong urge to touch more than just Chloey's back with his fingertips. He drew in a breath of air as Chloey, having removed the straps from her shoulders let her bra fall to the ground she looked at him from over her right shoulder now delightfully bare, "You okay Corrin?" She asked him and he shifted closer, his hands shyly reaching to feel,"I…" He tried to speak, but he stopped once he felt her bare back against his chest. His dick throbbed from the contact and Chloey gently took his hands in her own,"Is it too much?" She asked gently and he shook his head, she chuckled softly, "We can take this slow Corrin, there is no rush."He wanted to do something but he didn't know what to do. He was entirely unfamiliar to this. He leant in and kissed her softly, Chloey seemingly picking up what he wanted, shifted and as they drew apart, Corrin noticed that the bra really did not do his Summoner's chest much good. Though to say the bra did anything wasn't right, like Camilla's corsets, he supposed it made her breasts rise up from what was clearly a more natural position for them to be. And Corrin, gods bless it, found it hot to have them rest loosely as they were. He felt a mild stab of discomfort as his penis reminded him of the fact it was still within the confines of his underwear. Yet he didn't want his attention elsewhere. He wanted to focus on him and his summoner and how good it felt to have her skin under his hands like this, to have her pressed in an embrace with him, a low moan escaping him as his body heated up. He heard her chuckle softly and she let out a low sigh when his naughty hands wandered a little. Gods he couldn't help the fact he liked feeling her skin under his hands! He noticed that she was really...soft- she lacked the similar muscle of some of the others and definitely was delicate as Alfonse frequently complained, but Corrin knew Chloey could deal with a more nasty kind of insidious pain. Hers was worse than any physical pain after all. Corrin paused and took a moment to simply admire the petite woman in his arms. She tilted up slightly and he grinned, blinking in surprise as she lifted her glasses away. She looked quite different without them, but her eyes were unchanged. Unthinkingly he leant down and claimed another more lengthy kiss, as her arm set the glasses on her desk, his hand slipping south to pull her closer to him resting in the small of her back. They drew apart and Chloey joked, "We match a little."Corrin laughed softly, "How do you mean?" He asked, kissing her briefly as her skin brushed against his, a low moan escaped him as she gently slipped a hand through his hair, brushing it off his face. She chuckled softly,"Well we're half naked for one." She said her expression softened and she leant into Corrin's arms, resting on his chest, "I'm comfortable enough to go further, but only if you're okay with that." She said and Corrin blushed, "Because I'm ninety nine percent sure that this is mildly uncomfortable for you." Her hand slid down and Corrin let out a low moan from the gentle contact of her hand through his small clothes, his penis throbbing,"Mmm…" He moaned, she seemed to know what to do and he cupped her chin, kissing her fiercely, she slowed slightly but continued to keep the gentle rubbing, Corrin feeling fire driving him to want to pin the Summoner under him and…. He wasn't sure what came next from there. They drew apart and his breathing was slightly rapid as he allowed his hands to rest over hers, "Ah~!" He moaned as his eyes closed. She was creating whole new feelings that he just wanted to enjoy."Corrin…" Chloey spoke gently and he opened his eyes, he let out a frustrated groan for a moment before she hesitantly moved her hand to gently rest on his hip. He had a sharp intake of breath, "Is this okay for you?"Corrin tilted his head and something she wasn't saying, based on her blush and his hands slid down to her hips, under her underwear, "Can we?" He asked shyly and she smiled softly and nodded. Corrin kissed her as his hands pulled her underwear down the same time she pulled his, the result was...freeing and offered some relief. Though the fact was clear he didn't get as much relief as he'd hoped to get, though he was distracted by the feelings he was experiencing with his Summoner in his arms. He barely noticed her shift to bring her shoulders level with his, her legs resting on either side of his hips. A particularly fierce throb drew his attention to his dick, but he soon found himself pressing to Chloey who gently guided him. A tight, warm wetness encasing him made Corrin almost buckle with how good it felt. He couldn't help the low wanton moan that escaped him from the sheer pleasure, "Corrin?" Chloey spoke softly as Corrin drew in a couple of deep breaths as he adjusted to their current position. He knew then, even without glancing down that he was inside her, and gods did it feel amazing. Euphoric even. He kissed her and drew out, only to press himself in again, a deep moan escaping through the kiss. He heard her moan and for some reason that was a sound he found he wanted more of. Yet he was unsure how he'd cope with these new feelings. He wasn't sure how many thrusts he'd made as he lost himself in her low moans of his name when he hit a particularly sensitive spot inside of her, as he experimented with his thrusts,"Ooooh, Cor~rin, ah, there! There! The~reee, oh god, please~" She let out a particularly loud wanton moan. Corrin grinned and kissed her as she shifted to allow him to increase the power of his thrusts. He moaned as her walls tightened,"Ah...ah…" Corrin moaned softly, "Gods...I...want...so...bad…" he realised too late that he was nosing her neck and had nipped her. She let out a loud moan as Corrin's hands held her hips and he dug into the soft skin under his fingers to get a better purchase as he began to lose all rhythm, other than a near brutal pace that was consuming him. It was while he was caught in the erratic rhythm that the pressure built up suddenly burst, and that caught him completely off guard. He groaned and Chloey gently caught him in a kiss, "You okay Corrin?" She asked him hand running through his hair as he struggled to regain his breath. He smiled at her and kissed her in return,"Yeah. I am." He said grinning, "Better than I've felt in a while, actually, if a little..." he yawn suddenly, "Sleepy…"Chloey chuckled as they moved to her bed, "You can stay if you want. I don't mind sharing." ~*~ Corrin woke to a pleasant feeling, the feeling of something warm in his embrace. He blinked and saw long dark blond hair on the pillow before his eyes and he froze briefly until he realised what had happened and who it was sharing the bed with him. He half rose and a low sigh escaped the sleeping form of Chloey and as she rolled to face him she smiled in a way that Corrin found himself glad to wake up to, "Morning sleepy head." She spoke, voice a soft purr, her hand reaching to cup his chin, a fondness in her eyes. Corrin felt his heart beat rapidly,"Maybe I should say that to you." He chuckled and she smiled sleepily"I was having a good dream." She murmured and Corrin chuckled,"Really? I was too." He leant forwards and his lips met hers, "Can we...continue this dream where it left off, please?" The young manakete asked and Chloey smirked,"Depends, does it go something like this?" She asked her hand agonisingly snaking down to gently brush his cock, making Corrin moan softly from the pleasurable contact,"Mmm…" He moaned softly, "May- ah~- maybe…""Maybe?" There was a teasing tone and Corrin knew what was coming and stopped her hand,"I want to try something...if you're okay with it, Chloey.""Should I be worried?" She asked him and Corrin shook his head,"I only wanted to do for you what you did for me last night."Chloey kissed him, "You are too sweet, you know that?"Corrin blushed, slipping down under the sheets, "Maybe…" he said as he got himself into position to gently reaching to press the pad of his thumb on her clit, he carefully rubbed it and a low moan confirmed that she was enjoying it. Keeping his touch light, he stimulated her and he grinned as he wondered what would happen if he allowed himself to experiment a bit more. He had to thank Niles for the idea, Leo's retainer mentioning some lewd acts which Corrin decided to (at least now that he thought about it) try, it wasn't long before his experimental approach bore fruit, as he heard her moan, "Cor~rin…" he chuckled and quietly made use of his tongue, by partially shifting his form, just enough that he heard a low moan, "Don't go too dragon pleeeeease~ ah~ ah~ ah~!" He persisted around her core, making her clutch at the bed below them. He smirked softly when she came from his efforts, he drew up returning to his more human form and leaning over her,"How was that?" He asked as Chloey looked both slightly breathless and a little pink,"You…" she said playfully and he rolled onto his back as she straddled him, "Are too sweet for this world." She said grinning as she tipped to take him inside of her, Corrin moaning from the contact as she slowly slid down onto his penis, she planted a gentle kiss on his forehead and the blanket and sheet fell away exposing her to his eyes, as she rolled her hips. He moaned softly as pleasure surged through him as he moved to nuzzle her neck and gently nipping her. He moaned on her neck as she worked her way up and down along his throbbing erection. He felt the pressure build and felt a primal urge to have her lay beneath him. As if she sensed what he wanted Chloey allowed him to roll her back onto her back and Corrin allowed his more primal urges to take centre stage, glad that he was able to, the pressure built more rapidly as Corrin chased his orgasm, Chloey doing all she could from her end to make it happen, tightening around him the way Corrin knew would be his undoing and proved to be as his orgasm hit him hard. Colour faded and for a brief moment he couldn't see much as his breathing caught up with his release. He rested in her arms and murmured, "Anna is going to be really mad, isn't she?"Chloey laughed softly, "She will, but who said I'd tell her we were hentaiing?" Chloey grinned and Corrin felt her brush his hair from his face as she kissed his forehead, "After all, it's not like she understands how the body works."Corrin had to agree with his Summoner on that, mostly because she was more knowledgeable about hentai and how their bodies worked than even some of the healers for the love of the gods. She did say it was basic stuff, but for Corrin it was confusing- at first but Chloey was patient enough to teach him, and probably a few others while she was at it. "I still don't quite get it, but...I guess Anna didn't listen to you when you said it was something that couldn't be helped.""That too." Chloey grinned then it faded, "Corrin...could you...stay with me...please?" She asked and Corrin blinked, "It's just, I don't feel comfortable without you near me and…"Corrin smiled softly and he kissed her, silencing her with his answer in the same token. He drew back slightly and gently brushed back her hair, "Of course, not even Anna will get between us." He said calmly, "If she tries I'll make it clear how things are." He said and Chloey chukled,"Let's hope she doesn't hmm?"
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Fighting Abuse
It was under the gentle light of the summer moon that Marth decided to take a walk through the gardens of the Askr Castle as he needed some time alone to think as his mind was racing and he needed space away from Caeda as they'd just had a very serious fight- not the first of such arguments and probably not the last since they were from different worlds entirely. His mood pensive as he thought back to his arrival and the first moments after his summoning and how lost and alone he'd felt until Eclat had kindly taken him under his wing and did his level best to help Marth as possible. It was always Eclat who was willing to step up and listen to Marth's problems, more so than Caeda who'd accused him of cheating with the male Summoner, something Marth frequently denied as it made no sense for that to happen. He missed his friends, of course and his heart ached for their familiar smiles and voices as they would have been shoulders he could lean on in this confusing world and embittered Caeda- Marth guessed based on her behaviour that perhaps she came from a world where there was a version of himself that likely wasn't into her and perhaps her words had some merit...for that version of himself. He was no hero- a mere Prince chased from his homeland because he wasn't strong enough to defend it. No matter how Marth looked at it, he was no hero. He couldn't be. Yet when he was summoned to Askr...they said he was, the Commander, Anna, the prince of this realm, Alfonse and his sister princess Sharena, even the gentle Summoner who he'd got to know well since his arrival. His feet moved him to a place of tranquillity, almost out of a reflex. He frowned when he saw the Summoner was in the alcove- he did not expect Eclat to be there and became distressed when he heard the male Summoner crying softly. He was crying and yet Marth didn't know why he was. It was upsetting him and disquieted the Prince's heart. Marth was many things, but cruel he was most certainly not. He came to the Summoner and cleared his throat softly in the effort to get his attention without causing him to panic. Eclat jolted and hastily rubbed his eyes underneath his hood, “S-sorry.” he sniffled, “I-I-”Marth sat beside him and in a rather rash act, pressed the sniveling man to his chest, “There's no need to apologise for how you feel.” he said as soothingly as he could. Jagen would scold him for acting rashly but a part of Marth was relieved when Eclat returned the embrace relaxing in his arms in a way that made him feel like he was at least helping the young man, if only to be a shoulder to cry on. He continued, “It's okay if you need to cry. You don't want to bottle it up inside, far better to let it go.” he soothed. The Summoner cried for quite a while, and he got the feeling that maybe Eclat was homesick, though Marth had never heard him speak about his homeland, or indeed even his own world where he was from. Marth understood what it was to be homesick, he'd felt that for a long time now since being driven from Altea. He didn't know if his sister lived or died. A thought he quickly pushed away as he didn't want to feel depressed. The Summoner needed him to be his rock. So Marth would, though he wasn't sure if it was in his head, but he could feel Eclat shaking softly. He also wasn't sure what he should do. Holding him like this...was mildly improper and yet...Marth didn't want to let go. He wanted to help the distressed man as best he could, though he would be lying if he said he didn't like holding him like this… Which begged the question, was Marth himself enjoying it because he was content to be helping Eclat or because- gods forbid- Marth did hold feelings for his Summoner, an idea he wasn't exactly sure about but one that seemed to be...confusing at best. ~*~ The battles between Askr and Embla were intense. The war a horrible business all round in reality. Marth was lucky to have the duty of protecting the Summoner. He didn't see the worst of the war, perhaps because Prince Alfonse kept him from it, though it was up to Marth ultimately to keep Eclat safe. It was a duty he did not take lightly. Though he was a prince himself, Marth vowed he would not lose another person he cared about. Or be lost to someone who cared for him. Eclat was a nice man, a little stubborn to a fault sometimes- a bit like Caeda- but thoughtful and kind too, almost too willing to bend to the whims of others- especially some of the more...dangerous heroes. One time stood out quite strongly to Marth. It had been cold as winter's bite came into Askr and he was on patrol. He'd been cold- dreadfully so- and shivered with little more than his cape to keep warm. His hands were almost numb and as he looked over the frozen kingdom he sighed. Patrols were not easy for some of the other heroes. Both Robin, Reflet, Gimurei and Grima had got sick. Mask had said he was fine, but Marth heard a cough or two that morning and the two Morgans...well they'd seen better days. He felt another round of shivering and sighed. It was so cold. He heard the sound of footsteps and before he could react properly he saw Eclat with an arm full of what had to be various things he couldn't exactly tell what they were. “Hey Marth, here, I got you some things, I hope they help.”He blinked as Eclat was bundled up to the nine heavens, “Thank you.” Said Marth, gratefully as Eclat pulled out a winter cloak and fussed over it fitting over his cape. He'd even bought some gloves, which Marth was grateful for. Eclat actually smiled,“You're welcome.” He smiled, “I've had some hot chocolate made for everyone, so when you're ready, I'll have a fresh cup made for you.”Marth felt a warmth in his chest. It wasn't so cold all of a sudden. It made him question how he felt about Eclat as he knew it was more than a platonic love, yet Marth kept insisting on it being that way. For all Marth knew Eclat might not feel that way at all! He was always apologizing to everyone as well, blaming his tactics whenever they fell in battle. It was not helped by Sorin, whom was beginning to make Marth angry- if ever there was a person who could actually make Marth angry over Eclat. The man was so obsessed with Ike, yet he was also cruel towards the Summoner whenever he made a mistake. Marth had enough. It was during training that Marth challenged the man to a duel. It was not his wisest move, but he was sick and tired of having to listen to Sorin berate Eclat yet again. Even the supposed Hero King had a limit. Seeing Eclat close to tears was more than enough to make Marth uncharacteristically snap. Especially since Eclat was such a soft person to begin with and just about anything was liable to set him off crying if someone yelled at him. It was almost like Eclat had been...Marth did his best to keep his observation to himself. Marth stood, Falchion in hand as Sorin smirked across the dueling grounds. He had his tome in hand and quite a few heroes had gathered. The winner was the one who hit first and Marth intended to win. For his Summoner, if nothing else. He did not deserve the slander Sorin came up with. Marth won the match. He stood anger still seething underneath his skin, “One more word.” he said darkly, “One more word berating Eclat,” Marth growled, “And you won't live to tell the tale when the contract breaks.” It was the first time he'd ever been that angry. He prayed it would be the last as the others all looked at him with a worried expression, even Caeda, though she was not his Caeda. She couldn't understand him, even if she was, Marth was sure of that as he tried to work out who Eclat was to him. ~*~ Marth walked through the gardens, mind at a loss. He had been on a mission and he had a dilemma now that he had returned to the Castle. He was beginning to fall for the Summoner, and even though he'd tried to keep it platonic it was not to be. Marth gripped his cape and frowned, he was...falling in love with a man . He was in love with Eclat . He'd not meant to. It just happened. Eclat was the one who'd visit him when he was in the infirmary- whenever he got injured and couldn't fight. He’d always check to make sure that he was okay, having saved meals for him, or make sure he didn't miss out on any treats that the heroes were given. He saw Eclat's smile and his heart hammered in his chest. His knees weakened at the sight of him. Marth knew that he was in trouble. He wasn't supposed to fall for him and yet...he had. He couldn't get Eclat off his mind anymore. His smile was almost all Marth thought about. He came to a pond and sat not too far from its edge. Eyes staring into the water as he felt confusion rule his heart. In his world he had been in love with Caeda, and he thought it would be enough to keep her in his heart...yet… He looked at the water's surface miserably. He was falling for the Summoner. He wasn't sure what he should do. He needed to make a choice soon as his heart felt like it was being torn in two. It was hurting to think that he had to choose, his Caeda, who he may never return to, or Eclat who genuinely cared for him even though the pair were men ? He couldn't find the right answer as his heart struggled to make it clear what he wanted. Marth didn't often drink ale, but there was something to be said about its insidious qualities. Barte was howling with laughter as Marth was onto his third drink in less than half an hour which was mildly dangerous, “Yer a ligh’ weight!”“Barte-” Marth let out a hiccup, “Thash enough!” the ale was much stronger than he'd thought at first. It had lost the repulsive taste at least.Ogma rolled his eyes, “I think you've had enough.” he said as he tried to take the mug from the inebriated prince,“Don't think sho.” Marth said downing the rest of the contents to the shock of the men present. Ogma groaned.“Gentlemen, that's enough.” Marth nearly dropped the mug as the Summoner frowned at them. He didn't have any ale but he looked annoyed. Marth sighed guiltily. This wasn't how he wanted things to go. Eclat was a man...there was no way it'd work. If only Marth didn't feel the way he did about Eclat. Then he wouldn't have turned to alcohol for comfort. Avoiding this situation entirely for one, but for the other... Gentle hands loosened his grip from the now empty mug, and Eclat surprised him by saying, “You should probably have some water, Marth before you end up with a hangover.” he sighed in response. Eclat had a sweet voice, “Come on.” Eclat held his hand out to him and Marth was not going to miss a moment with his Summoner, even if he could barely balance. His heart wouldn't let him and he was offering to help him be spared from the embarrassment of doing something rash while under the influence. Eclat supported Marth all of the way back to his quarters and the pair were still for a moment before Marth let out a low moan of discomfort, and had pulled Eclat close to him unthinkingly. "I…" Marth let out a low groan, "I am glad that you're here Eclat."Eclat chuckled slightly then stiffened as Marth carefully cradled the shorter man's face, Eclat flushed red, "M-Marth…"Marth smiled softly, "Can we...simply enjoy tonight, come what may?" Marth asked and Eclat blinked in surprise and tensed when Marth kissed him. Eclat moaned in response and slid closer into Marth's arms, kissing Marth in turn,"I...what brought this on?" Eclat asked shakily as he blushed, "I'm not against doing this...god...I…oh fuck..." Eclat let out a low groan.Marth gave him a rueful grin, "It's something I would like to clear away confusion." Marth said calmly, "A one off I suppose."Eclat blushed and said, "I suppose so. But...can I ask one thing...could you...be very gentle please. My...ex partner...he-" Eclat bit his lip as he tried not to cry, and Marth pulled Eclat into an embrace, as Eclat hiccupped, "He was very...abusive. It's...difficult to talk about but-"Marth gently kissed Eclat's forehead, "It's okay Eclat, you don't have to talk about it, if you're not ready."Eclat sniffled and Marth gently guided the Summoner to his bed and chose to sit with him, holding hands for the moment as Eclat shifted to a more comfortable position. He sighed and said softly, "I'm...grateful you're so understanding." He blushed softly and Marth pulled on Eclat gently, until they were laying together, Eclat's head on Marth's chest. Eclat had tensed but he was relaxing in Marth's embrace. The prince felt his heart hammer in his chest as Eclat softly kissed him. A low sigh escaped him and he wanted more. It was difficult to figure out what he wanted, a part of Marth was unsure but another part ached to know how it would feel to just let go and go there. ~*~ Marth wasn't sure what to do exactly but as Eclat let out low moans from the fact that Marth had their clothing gone, and the Summoner was clearly struggling to vocalise properly and had a clear tent in his pants as he was definitely aroused, Marth picked up on the fact that Eclat was trembling, but he was refusing to tell Marth to stop this. It was close but as pants and small clothes fell Eclat was gripping the bed below him with white knuckles, "A~a~ah…" Eclat let out a low shuddering wanton moan as his eyes stayed firmly closed. The Altean Prince had gently encased the Summoner's penis in his hand and was carefully pumping along the erection. Eclat moaned deeply as he was clearly close to the edge, and that surprised Marth a little, what kind of partner did Eclat have that didn't let the Summoner enjoy sex? Even under the light of the moon as Marth looked over his Summoner criss crossed scars on delicate skin stood out, Marth kissed one gently and Eclat cried out, panting heavily as Marth gently kissed each scar while he focused on bringing the Summoner to his climax."M~m~marth!" Eclat cried suddenly and Marth knew his Summoner was very close to the knife edge,"It's alright Eclat, I'm with you." Marth used his other arm to draw Eclat close and kissed him fully committed to what was to come and Eclat near screamed into the kiss as the dam broke, his cock twitching and throbbing in Marth's hand as cum spilled out, Eclat close to tears as Marth pulled the sobbing Summoner into a one armed embrace, Eclat clinging to Marth in desperation shaking slightly. Marth was taken aback slightly by the gentle kiss Eclat returned, "Would you like to join me in the private bath?" Marth offered and Eclat nodded weakly as he came down from his high,"Thank...you…" The summoner said weakly, "Please…before...it…"Marth knew that clearly Eclat was frightened and with some care picked the Summoner up in his arms,"Of course." The Altean Prince assured as Eclat clung to him, "I'll keep the nightmares at bay." He promised, "You'll never have to feel scared to be yourself ever again." Marth promised. "I will give you my strength Eclat." He said softly.
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I'm Bi...You Too?! Let's Be Friends With Benefits!
When the light faded and his eyes adjusted, Marth discovered he'd not died, but had in fact been summoned to Askr, a kingdom at war with the Emblian Empire. The whole time he stood on the dais, he listened to what the young man explained to him. It was a lot to follow. He noticed that he was trembling slightly and his eyes were down cast. It was almost as if he had not wished to pull Marth into a war. The Summoner was kind however and listened to his questions and did his very best to answer them, trying to help Marth feel at home. He was taken to his accommodation and Eclat (the Summoner introduced himself on the way to Marth's quarters) bade him goodnight and let him settle in on his own, as if sensing he needed some time to himself. ~*~ The first battle was difficult. He however was glad that he wasn't fighting alone. The Summoner was nearby, which was normal for training sessions. He was sparring with Commander Anna. The axe not quite able to deal with him but he had yet to come into his strength. The gash up his arm wasn't serious but he knew it would be a problem. “Okay that's enough!” the Summoner called out and bought bandages and a strange thing Marth would later find out was a first aid kit. Eclat looked worried and Marth noticed that he saw the gash and frowned. “Marth, you should see a healer about that before it gets worse. I can treat it. I'm no healer but I know how to look after wounds in a pinch.” Eclat explained. Marth was surprised but he soon held his arm out as Eclat cleaned the wound and gave it a temporary dressing. He found it amusing slightly but he was grateful all the same. ~*~ When the real fighting came Marth was glad he'd gained some of his strength back. It was not an easy battle but he also hated the fact that he had to fight so many dragons. It was depressing and it was Anna who'd said he should have. He wanted to speak with the Summoner and this was putting a dent into that. He gripped Falchion and took out yet another dragon. He was beginning to question Anna's motives. Marth and his group returned to Askr Castle and of course the nervous Summoner was waiting for them all. Eclat cried when he saw how injured they were and Marth tried to assure him that they were fine but seeing the hurt in his eyes was...more painful than Marth cared to admit. Eclat fussed over him the entire way to the infirmary and Marth spotted Caeda looking less than pleased. He however was too busy calming the distressed Summoner to really pay any attention. Sure he'd got hurt but he would be fine. He however couldn't help the small smile. The Summoner was really sweet. Almost like a certain friend Marth had that annoyed his Caeda to no end... ~*~ Marth was one of the last heroes to arrive to the mess hall after training and while he wasn't that hungry he was surprised when he suddenly heard his name. He turned to see the Summoner with a dish of food. How did he know Marth liked stew and bread?“Ah, Eclat…”“Hey Marth, Oscar was on cooking duty with Stahl, so I asked if they could save some for you since you hadn't come by yet. I hope you like it.” Eclat grinned and was blushing softly as he held the plate out to him. Marth felt a smile,“Thank you. Have you eaten already? Perhaps...if you haven't...you might join me?” he offered and Eclat smiled,“Sure, I won't be long!” He said as he headed back to the kitchen. A cough sounded behind him and Marth turned to see Jagen looking as stern as he remembered,“Come now, there's a conversation that I've been meaning to have with him for a while now.” Marth said to Jagen's disapproving gaze, “I owe him my gratitude for his kindness.” Jagen frowned,“And you think it wise to talk to him over a meal to express such gratitude Lord Marth?”Marth sighed, “It is the only chance I have had thus far with all of the fighting that we've had of late.” Marth said and Jagen seemed to back down. Marth continued, “Besides, why would a meal shared with a friend be a problem? Are you implying that I want to solicit sex from the Summoner? Have you no decency? Do you really think I would make Caeda cry?” he gave the knight a stern look. He wasn't a naïve boy anymore for Naga's sake! Jagen seemed to be taken aback and he hastily bowed,“My apologies Milord, I had not considered you'd be made to feel that way.” Marth was about to say something when the Summoner skipped into view, his smile bright. Jagen sighed but left the pair in peace. Marth had to wonder what that was all about. He shook it off as the pair sat across one another at the dining table. Marth listened as the Summoner chattered about how he was looking forward to being able to rest from all the strategies and how he found out about some outrealm that had a beach in it that he intended to go to if Anna would let him. Marth smiled at Eclat's enthusiasm. It was refreshing. He naturally thanked the Summoner and he blinked in mild confusion until Marth explained why. Then Eclat smiled and said, “There is no need to thank me!” his eyes looked down and he blushed, “I was only trying to do what I could to help.”Marth grinned. Eclat was a kind man. More kind than he realised. ~*~ Marth was doing his patrol when he crossed paths with the Summoner. He was yawning but determined to stay up clearly. He spoke, “Eclat, it's late. Shouldn't you be resting now?” Eclat jolted and shot him a guilty look,“I...I can't…” He said as he leant on the wall. He looked pale and...scared for some reason, though Marth didn't think that there was reason to be frightened. Marth frowned and came to stand beside him and Eclat spoke, “Do you...ever have nightmares…?”His eyes widened as understanding filled his being. He spoke gently, “I do.” there was no point beating about the bush, Marth knew what it was like to wake from a terrifying dream. He saw Eclat half nod then heard a soft sob, “If...you don't mind, what happened?” Marth asked, “Did you...have a night terror?”Eclat sniffled but nodded. He looked so hurt. Marth gently took his hand, “It...it was…” the Summoner whimpered and Marth had a feeling whatever it was, it had to be something that would terrify the usually unflappable Summoner. He heard a faint hiccup and could see by the light of the moon that he was really close to crying, “Something from my world...something that happened to me...before…” Marth froze. Eclat never normally spoke about his world,“Before?” he asked gently and Eclat sniffled,“Before I came to Askr...when I was...in a...well...it's not...something I like to think about that much it's too painful.” He said and Marth could see tears starting to fall down Eclat's face as the Summoner struggled to keep it together, seemingly self conscious about something on his left arm. Marth sighed and pressed him into his chest without hesitation. Eclat needed comfort. Marth might not have been the best person for him, but as he held the trembling Summoner, he realised something. Eclat had opened up to him. Not Alfonse, not Anna or Sharena...but to him . Marth felt light headed but also a sense of responsibility. Eclat chose to tell him. There was no honour higher than that. ~*~ The cool of the night bought Marth to of of the alcoves in the Castle's gardens. He was lost in thought and he spotted the Summoner resting on a bench. Eclat was gazing up at the stars. Marth smiled softly at the sight of him. He looked different without the hood over his face. He caught the Summoner's eye and smiled softly, “It sure is nice out there tonight.” Eclat said with a smile. Marth grinned in response and said,“May I join you Eclat?” he'd not realised he'd said his name but he nodded without hesitation. They sat there together watching the stars in the night sky and Marth noticed him shiver slightly. Eclat must have felt the cold a fair bit more than he did. He gently shuffled closer and used his cape to shield Eclat from the breeze. There was a moment when the Summoner stiffened, but he soon lent into Marth's embrace and warmth. The two gazing at the sky together and Marth wondered absently why the moment felt precious. ~*~ Marth moved hastily about his room. He was aware of the mission he had to go on and he didn't have time to do his usual activities since he was in such a rush. He was joining the Summoner on a scouting mission with a team. He was the only sword user, joined by two dragons, Nowi and Myrrh and Clarine, the healer. It wasn't meant to take long, but he knew it would take some time, thus he had to prepare as best he could. He was half done when Jagen came in and as Marth pulled the finishing touches, he shouldered the bag, “Ah, Jagen. I can't stay and talk-”Jagen frowned, “What do you mean?” he said sharply,“Scouting mission.” Marth said shortly as he closed the door behind him, “I really should get going-”Jagen frowned but fell into step with Marth, “You were with the Summoner last night were you not?”Marth gave a non committal sound, then turned the corner to see the entire team was waiting for him, “Hey look it's Marth!” Nowi cheered happily. The sight reminded him of Tiki before she was put into her slumber. His heart ached. He missed that about her.“So is everyone ready to go?” Eclat asked and Marth smiled,“I am.”“Yes, a lady such as myself would never resort to being unprepared for a simple scouting mission.”“Yep!”“I wish Ephraim could come too…”Eclat smiled, “Please hold the fort while we're gone Jagen. I'm counting on you and the others.”Jagen frowned but said nothing. The Summoner was a trusting man. Marth could have sworn he saw a disapproving gaze from Jagen. ~*~ Marth walked alongside the Summoner as Nowi and Myrrh used their dragon forms to fly through the sky. They'd found a campsite and Clarine joined them in setting up the tents they would use. Marth had to admit three tents weren't easy to set up as they looked. He was glad to lend his strength and they eventually got the task done. Though not without a few mishaps and a fair bit of laughter all around as they laughed and joked about what they had to do. Eclat had smiled and it was sweet, a sight Marth wished he could see more of. He knew that he was lost, but he might as well enjoy the fall while it was good. He blinked as he realised he was sharing a tent with Eclat. That meant that the night was about to get interesting to say the least. ~*~ Later that night, Marth set up his bedroll and lay down on it lost in thought as Eclat had decided to try his hand at cooking some food for them- though Clarine's scoffing was audible even from where Marth lay, his armour off to the side. It was cool inside the tent but he'd be alright. As Marth came out to speak with the others, he noticed that Eclat seemed to be in good spirits which made Marth happy. He hoped that he would stay that way for a while. He liked Eclat's smile. It was as they settled down for the first watch that Marth came into the tent to see Eclat changing into clothing from his world. As Marth sat on his bed roll, the Summoner still hadn't noticed him and as Eclat's shirt came off Marth bit back a gasp of shock. Eclat had a lot of scars on his back and none of them looked pleasant. It made Marth wonder where they'd come from. ~*~ It was near the middle of the night when Marth woke to the sound of quiet sobbing. He sat up in the dim light of the tent and looked over to Eclat, the lantern outside the tent gave a low light and Marth could see that Eclat's shoulders were shaking, his whole body shaking. "Eclat…" Marth spoke gently and shifted close to the sobbing Summoner, "Eclat." He repeated and the Summoner jolted, in the low light Marth's concerned expression the first visible to Eclat, who's eyes were filled with tears. Marth gently brushed a tear away and said softly, "Was it a bad dream?"Eclat's face scrunched up and he suddenly buried his face into Marth's chest, crying helplessly, his arms clinging to the Hero King as if his life depended on it. Marth embraced the sniveling Summoner, gently stroking Eclat's hair the way Elice would do whenever Marth was upset himself. "It's not fair!" Eclat cried suddenly and Marth had a feeling the Summoner was cracking, "It's not like he was even-" Eclat hiccupped, " Right about it. The bastard...he played me like a damn fool!"Marth kept stroking Eclat's hair, "Eclat."The summoner sobbed even harder, and Marth waited letting Eclat say in his arms, "I… just thought...if I did what he wanted…" the summoner sobbed, "He'd stop…" the sobs increased and Marth found himself feeling uneasy,"Eclat…" He said softly voice on the edge of pain, the Summoner continued sobbing, "Whatever happened; it won't here, I won't allow it." Marth spoke soothing, "You won't be hurt ever again like that."Eclat sniffled and Marth could tell that the Summoner was the most emotional he'd ever been."F-for real?" Eclat sniffled at Marth, and there was something in the Summoner's voice that just pulled on Marth's heartstrings. It was the vulnerability in Eclat's voice,"Yes Eclat." Marth said softly and he gently cupped the Summoner's chin and tilted his head slightly, "I will keep you safe." Marth promised and Eclat relaxed, and as he relaxed Marth shifted so that Eclat could share the bedroll with him. It was an intimate position and as Eclat curled up alongside Marth, he could feel the Summoner's breathing settle and Eclat calm. ~*~ The first light of the day saw Eclat wake in a somewhat comfortable position and warm. He froze at first until he recalled the previous night, and he blushed as heat raced to his groin. He closed his eyes. For once the nightmare wasn't in his head. This wasn't the time to have an erection. Still Eclat knew how he felt- and he was judged heavily by the people in his family because he was bi-sexual. And as much as Eclat had endured their treatment of him, there were some things he couldn't stand, the community he'd lived in were Christians and they hated the fact he was into men and women. Eclat sighed as the bitter old memory came out to haunt him, the one friend he'd managed to make spouting about how being homosexual was wrong and how there were "Christians that didn't act on their homosexual urges" and he just wanted to be sick at the thought. Eclat felt the anger boil under his skin, what did that conservative fool know about the world?! Or of him, and how he was...different and why did the man think that Eclat had deserved the abuse dished out by his abusive bitch of a mother because she found out he was bi-sexual? Eclat had not realised he was shaking until he felt a gentle hand stroking his hair, grounding him in the here and now, "Morning…" Eclat mumbled and he could feel his body relaxing. The sound of rain made him want to sleep,"Morning indeed." Marth murmured, "Looks like we can take the day off a little.""Mmm…" Eclat hummed his eyes closing. This was a million times better than his memories that had been trying to plague him. It was nice and warm and he didn't want to move. He sighed and Marth chuckled, "I'm not dreaming am I?" Eclat mused aloud,"I wouldn't think so." As the steady fall of water covered their words,"Though I am curious." Eclat muttered, "I didn't...say anything in my sleep last night, did I?"Marth sighed, "I won't tell anyone." He promised and Eclat stiffened, "It will stay between us, but I meant what I said to you, I will do everything in my power to keep that from happening to you ever again."Eclat felt his heart pound, and a blush crossed his face, "Marth…" he murmured and he turned to see the Hero King's expression look very serious, "I don't even know how to…" He blinked in shock when Marth placed a gentle finger to his lips, and he spoke,"You don't have to, it's the least I can do." Marth said and Eclat smiled weakly, for the moment all was well and Eclat leant into Marth's chest, and Marth gently stroked Eclat's hair, the summoner allowing himself to relax and it didn't take long before the fact he was semi aroused decided to rear its head. A low sigh escaped Eclat. He wasn't sure how to broach the topic, and to be fair, Marth was hot enough that Eclat was getting flustered...and then the most unexpected thing happened. "Would you happen to be...that is to say…?"Eclat sighed, "I'm bi." He said, "If that was your question."Marth actually smiled, "Oh so you're into men and women?"Eclat nodded blushing slightly it was a bit much to say it and Eclat hadn't exactly been able to speak so freely about being bi and if he was being honest, he was a little scared to admit it to Marth. "Yeah, it's always been a point of contention because my family are conservative jerks." He sighed heavily, "They uh, like to act like I'm a...very mentally ill person. To the point that I'm pretty much seen as not allowed to be involved in their lives anymore because according to their religion being homosexual or bi-sexual is…" He sighed, "Wrong to them so they ignore me unless they want something from me…usually to make me feel like shit about it."Marth frowned, "Are you family really…?"Eclat sighed and said, "Yeah, they are...half of the scars are…" He closed his eyes and Marth pulled the Summoner into his chest,"I see." He said and Eclat smiled weakly,"The rest of them...well…"Marth frowned, "I can't stand the thought that someone could do that to you." His voice barely holding back his anger at Eclat having to be hurt like he had, Marth sighed, "Hmm...I have an idea for a good distraction." Marth grinned, "If of course, you would like to."Eclat stiffened slightly, "Are you suggesting what I think you're suggesting?" He asked face covered with a blush,"Maybe...if you don't mind me helping you with your morning wood."Eclat grinned, "That's a bit forward of you, or will this be one of those friends with benefits arrangements?" He asked,"I wouldn't mind." Marth said calmly, "I'd never been able to...well, that is to say my Caeda was aware I wasn't just into women…"Eclat blinked, "Oh...oh I see, well I won't tell anyone you don't want me to disclose it to." He offered,"Thank you." Marth murmured softly and Eclat chuckled softly,"Shall we?"Marth grinned, "Yes, but if it is too much, please don't hesitate to say so." ~*~ Eclat let out a low moan, hands gripping the bedroll below him, "Ah~!" He cried out as the combination of Marth gently running his tongue over the tip of Eclat's throbbing erection and his hand rubbing from just below the tip to the base of Eclat's penis was bringing the Summoner on a high, "Ah~!" Eclat cried again, unable to voice his pleasure more than his low moans as rain kept hitting the canvas blocking out the worst of the noise- at least that was what Eclat was hoping was going on. He didn't want to think about the fact that potentially Nowi and Myrrh could hear them. Eclat gasped sharply, "Cl~ose…~!" The Summoner forced out and groaned as Marth chuckled, the feeling making Eclat near lose himself in the pleasure then, and the Summoner could feel a very primal desire to thrust, yet Eclat fought it with everything he had, "Ma~ar~th!" Eclat groaned as his body built up pressure, Eclat groaned again, he was so close, that he knew that knife edge was about to make a mess, "Ah~ ah~ o~o~o~oh~!" Eclat cried his moan cresendoing as he felt the floodgates opened and he came, hard. Eclat trembled as he was exposed to a whole new feeling, the Summoner panting heavily, eyes closed, he let out another moan as Marth had drawn back briefly and Eclat's euphoria broke briefly as his penis was quite sensitive to touch. The Summoner gradually regained his breath, and Marth tilted his head,"How was that for you?" Marth asked blushing slightly,Eclat smiled weakly, "God...that...was...so...damn...good…"Marth chuckled, "It was something I'd come across, so to know you enjoyed it, warms my heart." Marth said as he gently brushed Eclat's hair off his face,"To be honest...I'd never had anyone do that before...thank you, Marth, I mean it." Eclat spoke weakly,"Consider it a step for us." Marth grinned and Eclat chuckled weakly,"Then I'll have to repay the favour some time. When we're not as distracted." He grinned and the two men shared a laugh together. For once Eclat felt content.
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Gentle Healing
Marth could not tell how it all began. His feelings for the Summoner were enough that the grief from losing Caeda in his world had began to lessen. He didn't know how, but for the first time since losing Caeda- he was falling in love with a man of all people. He did not think his heart could heal from such a loss and yet here it was healing, despite the pain of thinking about Caeda, he could feel it lessen. When Marth was summoned to Askr, the grief had been overwhelming. He'd chosen to wear the festival outfit because his comrades wanted him to. So when he and his mount stood before the Summoner it was because he'd earned Marth. Eclat freed him from the Emblian contract and he'd offered his strength unthinkingly as he felt like the Summoner deserved his help at the very least. Eclat's smile of delight that he was there made Marth feel a touch guilty but he knew the Order of Heroes needed help. It was in truth meant to be an escape from having lost his Caeda. He couldn’t face his comrades with the grief he was trying to hold back. He did see a version of Caeda from another world and it was almost too much. He asked the Summoner if he could have his room in the barracks away from the other Caeda. The Summoner was confused at first but relented to his request. He ended up not too far from Eclat's room. He just wasn’t ready to face what he’d lost. He couldn’t stand to be reminded of it time and again every time he saw Caeda. It was just too painful ~*~ Marth had been busy training, both on how to ride a horse and handle his weapon. More often than not Eclat would be there helping however he could. If not encouraging the heroes, then he would bring them water or food or doing his best on the spot healing (it was more surprising that he knew how to treat wounds). He was thoughtful and tried to make things easier on them. He tried to make sure that they were sent on missions that wouldn’t take too long, devised numerous strategies to lift moral as best he could and Marth swore he basically spoiled them all. He was always bouncing about the castle with a bright smile and seemed to bring as much happiness as he could. Though Marth wasn’t sure why. He was in the middle of his final stretch of training before his next mission when he spotted Eclat as ever tottering about checking on everyone. He frequently was seen almost everywhere, though he did maintain a degree of distance it was more to give everyone their own space. Marth almost didn’t realise it was Eclat at first. Until he came over and made sure that Marth was okay. He’d been avoiding Caeda since he arrived and that was unusual for a Marth. He knew. He’d heard his other selves talk about it over training. Both the other versions of Marth competed with one another for Caeda and Marth sighed as he watched them. It wasn’t even their Caeda and they were still doing it. He didn’t want to get involved and this particular Caeda seemed to like the competition and actively encouraged it. Another reason to avoid her. She wasn’t his Caeda, his Caeda was dead. Marth winced as the thought came through and he was a little slow to catch himself. The gentle tone of the Summoner was clear, “Are you alright Marth?” ~*~ It was the first time and he had not answered at first. His eyes fell and Eclat winced. Marth however was quick to declare himself fine. Assuring him he was fine, but he saw the worry in Eclat's eyes and knew that he'd not bought it. Months passed and he gradually opened up to the Summoner, at first it was about simple things, how he liked to read poetry sometimes, or a good story. How he disliked fighting for fighting's sake, and wished for peace. Or how he found it endearing that small wrens had made their home in a tree near his living quarters. He spoke of the time he spotted a shooting star from the balcony. How the gardens were a sanctuary, a pleasant haven for him to collect his thoughts when he felt particularly down. In turn Eclat opened up little by little to Marth. He preferred to read books on history, he loved to read stories- for the most part. He was upset at his inability to protect the others from pain and felt his tactics weren't good enough. It hurt him when they ended up in the infirmary. He liked to feed the birds that had gathered near his own living quarters, regardless of Anna saying not to. He liked the cool of the night to wander through the castle and most certainly wanted to make sure everyone was okay. Marth discovered Eclat had a sweet tooth, and he couldn't help but suggest that Oscar and Mathilda make a cake for the Summoner's birthday. His suggestion worked like a treat and it was good to see Eclat so pleasantly surprised. ~*~ Marth was starting to settle into Askr and his riding became better. He was surprised to hear soft music playing and rode towards the sound. He dismounted and asked the nearby stable hand to take his mount to the stable for a well earned rest. He continued until he came to the main hall where he spotted Eclat quietly talking with Corrin, the male one with a book between them. He got close enough to hear Corrin say, “Hrm...that looks a bit different to the sheet music I'm used to...but we could make it work.”Eclat spoke calmly and Marth noticed a violin in his hand, “It is a song from where I'm from, plus how our music looks. Still I think I have the accompaniment sheet music in my quarters. I wonder if Minizura would like to sing along.”He shifted the instrument in his hand and pointed to something in the book, “Oh, I see. Yes, we can definitely make this work. I wonder if Olivia would end up dancing along to it. It looks like it should be a dance.”“Hopefully.” Eclat grinned, “Oh, hey Marth!”Marth gave a gentle smile, “Hello. Up to another boost for moral?”Eclat smiled, “We hope so. I have been getting back into my violin practice so, I thought I'd play a few songs for everyone to enjoy. Mostly stuff from my world but I've been trying to transcribe some from Askr.”Marth was surprised. He then looked at the violin the Summoner was holding and realised Eclat had told him inadvertently that the Summoner could play music. “Is that a violin?” Marth asked and Eclat smiled,“Yeah, I'm not that great, but I do play.”“I see, well then I look forward to hearing you play.”“I hope it's not as rusty as it could be.” Eclat grinned, “It's been a while, but since Elise insisted I figured I'd give it go again!” Marth wondered what he meant by that but decided he'd figure it out whenever Eclat's little moral boosting event was on. Still seeing him this excited...it was nice.
~*~ He did enjoy the event. The music nice and it was clear Eclat was having as much fun playing his instrument. He played all kinds of different songs and some of the others danced to them. Marth was content to just listen. Corrin and Kamui both played jointly on the piano while Elise played on her violin. Even Princess Sakura of Hoshido joined in the performance with a Hoshidan traditional instrument. Azura sang with her younger self and Olivia danced as Corrin and Eclat hoped she would. Laslow also joined her and it was a wonderful experience over all. ~*~ Marth lay back as the cool winter morning weighed heavily on him. He'd been lost in thought and found himself thinking about the Summoner. He knew deep down that he had to begin to move forwards and he was also aware that his thoughts were of a dangerous kind. He could only hope for the best. After all he was a man, and men were not meant to be alone. No one was. He was sure his Caeda would understand. Even though Eclat was a man. ~*~ It was much more daunting than Marth had assumed as he tried to make it as natural a conversation as possible. He did not want to scare Eclat away after all. He'd been in Askr for almost a full two years and in that time, he'd come to grow close to Eclat. He was a dear friend, though Marth knew that wasn't quite right. Deep down he was hoping it might be more than that. A part of him felt it was time to move on, yet he knew in his heart of hearts, that he still loved his Caeda, even if she was gone from the living world. He would join her one day, but until that time came… Marth noticed that Eclat was quiet, a worrying sign. He went to speak and saw he was upset. He gently put an arm around Eclat's shoulders and pulled him into an embrace that both seemed to understand. For Marth, holding him to offer what comfort he could, for the Summoner seeking his comfort. It was as if a barrier had began to break down, and Marth didn't want to let go. ~*~ Marth stood in the castle gardens unsure of why he asked to speak with Eclat privately- as privately as he could anyway. When Eclat arrived Marth rehearsed the conversation so much he was beginning to feel like he was going to screw it all up. He was jolted by Eclat's voice, “Are you okay Marth?”His brown eyes were worried and Marth drew in a breath, “I…” He realised as he spoke that perhaps he should just tell the truth and he gently took Eclat's hand in his own, “I'm glad to be able to be here with you.” Marth spoke calmly, “Thanks to you, I have been able to smile again, you have given me hope in a bright future. Perhaps more importantly, you've helped me when I needed it the most.”Eclat blinked in surprise as Marth gently kept his hand in his own, he smiled softly and she smiled happily, “I don't think I deserve all of the credit Marth.” He blushed and Marth chuckled softly,“I believe you do.” He spoke, as he embraced the summoner. Eclat blinked, tense for a moment in his surprise but he soon relaxed and reciprocated the hug. He seemed to enjoy the quiet intimate moment. ~*~ The low light of the sunset could not come soon enough as Marth waited for the stars. He had Eclat by his side, curled into an embrace as they sat on a plush rug waiting for the stars to come out. It was mildly embarrassing for him as he was sure the other heroes would be in a state of disbelief about him being with the Summoner like this- the semi alcove was a good place not to be seen however and Marth had a reason for not wanting to be seen. The low light made it hard to make the couple out, though they themselves didn't need light for what they were going to do. The outfit Marth wore was a bit harder to remove, though half the battle was keeping his base desires in check. He could feel the strain of his penis throbbing with heat as clothing confined it. He leant towards Eclat and the soft kiss they shared carried an edge to it. Desire pooled in his body as heat began to build. The air was cool but not overly so. He managed to reach between his legs and proceeded to gently thumb Eclat's penis, stroking it through clothing, a move that had Eclat moan his name. There was some rule breaking going to happen tonight. The pale light of the moon gave them what they needed as things shifted. Marth was on his back as the Summoner straddled him. Both were frantically kissing one another as the last article of clothing fell away. He didn't even want to care at the moment. He just wanted to be able to enjoy the night come what may. A wanton moan escaped him as Eclat gradually took the lead and showcased his lack of a gag reflex, taking Marth fully into his mouth. Marth clutching at the rug beneath him in a desperate bid to regain both control and composure. The agonising hot wetness that was encasing his throbbing erection was near distracting. He moaned as he kept his teeth clenched, trying to keep the noise down. Eclat bobbing up and down with skilled ease, "E-Eclat…" Marth moaned as he forced his voice down, "More near the...tip...please…" Marth half panted, half begged and Eclat hummed and obligingly drew up and swirled his tongue around the tip of Marth's cock, easing the itch of desire Marth was feeling. For Marth it was a euphoric feeling, though the lewd noises Eclat was making, were sure to be heard as much as Marth's moans, despite his desperate attempts to keep them sniffled, Marth in awe of just how good Eclat was making him feel. Eclat drew up and said calmly, "It's okay to thrust if you want to Marth."Marth blushed, face aflame "Eclat…"He grinned softly a gentle hand stroking Marth as the later let out a wanton moan, "I don't have a gag reflex, so-"Marth's hips bucked in Eclat's hand, "Ah…" Marth struggled to hold back and Eclat grinned, "Or we could make a bit more of a mess." Eclat said and for Marth it was the sudden return of Eclat taking him in his mouth that proved to be what drove him over the edge, a low, long moan sounded as the Altean Groom hit his sudden and unexpected orgasm, Eclat humming as he took every last drop of cum and Marth was panting heavily as a result. Eclat pulled back slightly and covered them both when Marth had an idea, and he reached to Eclat's erection, his fingers closing around it, Eclat didn't stop him but instead, leant closer and allowed Marth to touch him so intimately. Eclat's low, "God, yes! Ah...Marth, oh…~" as Marth felt Eclat get close to the edge he'd denied himself, he heard Eclat let out a low wanton moan and found it every bit as hot as he'd thought it would be. It wasn't long before Eclat came, the pair hot and somewhat tired.
Breathlessly Marth lay beside Eclat, panting heavily. He had not felt this exhausted but happy in a long time. He nestled close to the Summoner as he held him. This was a much needed release. He only then realised how exposed they were and hastened to cover them both with his cape. It wouldn't cover them too well but prying eyes might not notice too much. He then nuzzled his lover tenderly. He would have to worry about what the others thought later. For now all Marth wanted was to enjoy the night with Eclat by his side.
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Meek…?
Askr, a place where things were too bright, cheerful and generally annoying to say the least. Compared to what he preferred at any rate. Though for the Fell Dragon Grima there was some...compromise which he found to be annoying but at least it wasn't as bad as it could be.
Eclat was certainly an interesting human.
If it wasn't for the fact that there was the near silence from Eclat- the Summoner only speaking when he wanted specific "heroes" for tasks and today it seemed that it was Grima’s turn.
It was just as the Fell Dragon got his quarters the way he wanted too...Grima was very unimpressed. Eclat however mentioned something about Grima being allowed to kill as many enemies as he wanted…
Still irritated by the sudden intrusion to his space Grima tailed the Summoner trying to work out what the man truly desired. His female self grimaced, as if she too had been disturbed as well. Their eyes met briefly and Gimurei spoke, "What exactly do I owe the interruption Summoner?" Her voice dangerously soft and Eclat just kept moving forward, before coming to a stop before Veronica, the Brave version, Grima believed and the Lucina with a bow. She glared at both of them before Eclat finally spoke,"Emblia has launched an attack on an Askran village. Our job is to take them out before they become a problem." Eclat said without any emotion. Yet Grima detected the disdain for the enemy. He was intrigued. This was the first time Eclat had shown any emotion other than the infuriating calm façade he was so famous for that Grima hated.
Grima stiffened when Eclat came into his space, handing him a Sacred Seal, "This will be yours, for the most part," he said moving onto Gimurei, "Here." Eclat turned to Lucina and held another seal out to her, "You can have this one. Bella, this one is yours." Eclat was all business clearly. Grima turned the seal over in his hands and he frowned. The summoner had spent some time pushing them through training and Grima had learned a few newish tricks, Eclat certainly gave him a few strange books as well. Still as Grima learned, he still couldn't work out what Eclat wanted. Eclat…
He was either very brave or very foolish…
"You know full well how I detest humans…"
"Don't look at me with that gaze!"
"I don't pity you Grima. I would like to think I somewhat empathise with you…"
Crimson eyes snapped up as he looked at Eclat's back. That infernal summoner! How dare he!
The Fell Dragon sighed, being in this infuriating human vessel meant he could have his judgement impaired, something his female self had complained about very vocally, though he agreed with her. He wasn't as vocal, at least he liked to think that was the case.
The mission went off without a hitch, Eclat was as on point as always and Grima had to wonder why Eclat was so…
Infuriating.
Two years in Askr and Grima still couldn't work out the Summoner's desires, though he had to admit that he found Eclat as interesting as he was infuriating. Grima found himself wondering if he should just press the issue and pin the Summoner on the wall and demand answers- he'd never felt this...this…
Grima frowned wondering what the emotion was.
~*~
The dark of night brought Grima some relief, Askr quiet at last. He casually made his way around the castle, the shadows long and beyond a human's ability to see.
It was as Grima preferred and yet…
And yet…
His feet took him to the Summoner's living quarters. He must have been morbidly curious.
It was the dead of night, and here Grima was, standing outside the door of the Summoner's living quarters. Halfway reaching for the damned door as well. What else could make him do this? A sigh escaped Grima as he dared to turn the door.
Eclat's room was always in a single word messy. There was no way a man could function in such a mess and honestly compared to Eclat, Grima’s vessel was a damn neatfreak!
Today saw books littering the floor in half piles, papers half torn almost as if Eclat was losing it. The desk was covered in more books and an untouched meal still on its tray. The bed was under a pile of papers, books and materials Eclat had accumulated. Feathers also covered the entire bed, as if the mess wasn't enough. A couple of boxes sat and Grima noticed the attempts at sorting out orbs from spent ones, though it was clear Eclat had given up half way. The summoner slumped across one of the boxes, his coat flung off somewhere in the mess.
It was the first time Grima had actually seen Eclat without his coat.
Scores of marks across the Summoner's arms from leaning on the boxes made Grima sigh. Of course the Summoner didn't seem to want to care for himself. It was laughable to think that…
Though Grima noticed the subtle nuances of Eclat's seemingly mindless mess.
Combat manuals were stacked according to their rarity and by the heroes that wrote them for others to learn from, feathers were supposed to be in the second box next to the unspent orbs…
He didn't know why, but somehow Grima was able to put things the way Eclat seemed to want to have them, opening the bed up at least which allowed Grima to deposit the foolish Summoner onto his bed, Eclat not even stirring from the move. Grima sighed as Eclat started snoring softly, more from his position than actually...Eclat groaned, his body moved and silence save for the slow deep breaths of Eclat's breathing filled the room, aside from the rustle of papers as Grima continued to work his way through Eclat's odd system of sorting everything.
He heard Anna before she arrived, it was early morning by the time he'd mostly figured out Eclat's chaos. She poked her head in and upon seeing Eclat in bed sighed. Her near jump when Grima moved was...amusing. Anna hissed in a low tone, "Why are you-"Eclat groaned and Grima huffed, "The mess is almost beyond on par with the idiotic vessel. Clearly the Summoner was too tired to sort this out."Anna frowned but left almost as if seeing Grima was a bad taste, the Fell Dragon sighed, of course she'd avoid him specifically. He was used to it, most humans did avoid him after all. Except one. Really the Summoner was a curious one, being alone with Grima when…
He looked over the sleeping Summoner and the strange emotion chose to rear its head. He absently wondered why seeing the Summoner asleep like this made that strange emotion was…
He frowned as vestiges of the vessel's memories and that annoying pinning for companionship flooded him. Grima huffed and swore he heard Eclat call for him, but a look revealed Eclat was still soundly asleep. Two years.
Two Naga damned years!
Grima noticed that Eclat sighed and gripped the mattress under his hand. The Summoner seemed calm and so Grima decided that it was enough that he could simply watch the man while he worked. Honestly Eclat was infuriating.
~*~
Eclat groaned as he woke, head feeling very heavy. He sat up and blinked several times. The smell of fresh food woke him. A groan escaped him as he looked to see the room...mostly tidy. Not how he left it that's for sure.
He blinked and rubbed his eyes, "Are you going to keep staring like a useless fool or are you going to actually eat ?" Grima asked making Eclat somewhat blush before he sighed,"Right...right…" He yawned widely, carefully picking his way past the pile of manuals he'd not sorted from the night before. A hand ran through short hair as Eclat near stumbled over to the desk slumping into the chair. A groan escaped the Summoner and he decided he was going to avoid drinking quite as heavily as he'd done the night before- though to be fair Eclat wasn't going to let Barte beat him, he hoped that fucker was just as hungover as he was, Eclat grabbed the mug and knew the warm smell of coffee, "Ugh…I swear to god if Barte doesn't have the worst fucking hangover…." Eclat cursed and Grima tilted his head,"Hmm?" Grima spoke and Eclat sighed,"Nevermind…" He muttered downing the coffee and grimacing as his head throbbed. There was a knock and Eclat sighed, it wasn't long before Fir let herself in, face red in anger,"SUMMONER!" Fir yelled and Eclat made a half waving gesture,"Not so loud." Eclat said barely getting his head up off the table from where it sat as he allowed the coolish wood soothe his headache, "Barte was asking for it. Never underestimate the small guy."Fir looked livid, "Why'd you have to have a drinking contest in the-""For the last time he asked for it!" Eclat yelled angrily, and Fir shocked took a step back. Eclat groaned and sat himself back down, Grima smirking widely as it was the first time he'd seen Eclat lose his temper. It was glorious to say the least.
The normally meek summoner was loud and it was spectacular, Grima almost found himself wishing Eclat would yell some more, show more of his indignation…
Eclat drank more of his coffee and sighed. Grima had to wonder why the Summoner had returned to the quiet self so quickly. It was disappointing in a way, but Grima didn't know what he expected to happen.
~*~
Eclat sighed as he stretched, holding a mug in his hand he sat across from a few of the more manly men. He was of course telling the story about how he'd been cheated on, and the fact he should have seen it coming, but he chose to omit that it was another man whom he was speaking of. He took a swig and sighed, out of nowhere came Grima, and everyone else frowned, "If it was so obvious, why bother with a pathetic worm like that?" Grima asked proving he'd heard from god knew where and Eclat set the mug down,"Because it's just how things happened. This was three years ago, before I came to Askr." He said calmly, "It wasn't like I could do anything." Eclat said and Barst frowned as Ogma took a fair sized gulp."Sounds like whoever she was, she was a real bitch." Omga said as he regarded his mug,"Bitch huh...well more like a stupid cunt." Eclat muttered to himself. He took a swig of his ale and leant back, and he spoke up, "Anyway after we split I found out that bastard got his deserts when the new boyfriend screwed him over just as badly as he did me."The men all fell quiet and Grima tilted his head, "Meaning?" He asked and Eclat laughed without humour. It was about the only time he felt vindictively happy,"Just that, the new boyfriend was screwing someone else, and it's said that when he got caught it was glorious because the son of a bitch showed his true colours." Eclat said, "And karma bit, fucking hard."Grima frowned and Eclat had a feeling the the Fell Dragon had no idea what he was talking about.
~*~
Eclat had been heading back to his room for the night, the light of the full moon making the corridors bright enough to see by. He was trying to keep himself busy by working on what he needed to do and he didn't notice at first that there was a shadow moving rapidly and it wasn't until he was pinned against the wall, seeing the shock of white hair and taking a moment to realise it wasn't the normal male Robin, that it was Grima…
Eclat felt his face heat up and knew he was going to have to get clear of the Fell Dragon before things got awkward. Unfortunately for the Summoner it was clear Grima wasn't going to take no for an answer.
Eclat gulped softly, "Uh...any...anything I can help you with Grima?" Eclat asked and Grima let out a low growl, Eclat could feel the heat racing downwards as he desperately wanted to get to the privacy of his quarters.
It was a few seconds before the Summoner heard Grima’s response, "You say you fight for the people of this world…" Grima suddenly laughed softly sending a quiver down Eclat's spine, god he was losing it already, "Tell me, did you come up with that motto by yourself?" Grima asked close to the Summoner's ear, and Eclat felt the low burn of fire in his loins. Why did Grima have to have such a sexy voice within Robin's body?! Eclat flinched as Grima suddenly moved much closer, pressing Eclat to the wall, enough that if Eclat was any closer to him, the Summoner would lose control, Grima purred into Eclat's ear, "Go on, you can tell me what your heart truly desires." Eclat gulped again and he tried to at least move until Grima suddenly cupped his chin, forcing the Summoner's head up, forcefully kissing him. Eclat's protests died in his throat. He was about as embarrassed as it was possible to be, until Grima it seemed had plans of his own and Eclat barely bit back a moan at the fact that Grima was deliberately rubbing Eclat's growing erection. Eclat bit back another moan as Grima smirked, "Come now, there is no need to be so quiet." Grima purred in Eclat's ear and Eclat whimpered softly, as Grima's hand slipped under the fabric of his pants and continued working on making Eclat's knees buckle against his will.
Yet Eclat couldn't stop it. He didn't want it to stop. Eclat knew it wasn't long before he had to get somewhere more private and yet, the Summoner couldn't in the same token.
He bit back another moan as Grima pulled Eclat off the wall having the Summoner's back against his chest which gave him better access to Eclat's erection. Grima chuckled softly in Eclat's ear, "Enjoying ourselves are we…" he purred, Eclat was panting as his arousal grew and a low moan escaped Eclat, "Hmm….what about this then?" Grima purred and Eclat nearly screamed as Grima changed his pace, moving fast and slow in turn. As it was a low wanton moan escaped the Summoner as he struggled to maintain his footing."Gri...Grima...ah…" Eclat moaned as he felt himself get close to bursting. Eclat was lucky his own hands were free, as he gripped the window sill in desperation. His knuckles were white as he forced out, "Gonna….cum….ah...ah…. ah!"Grima growled softly, "You'll cum when I tell you to." He growled and Eclat groaned as Grima kept him close to the edge,"P-p-please!" Eclat cried begging for his release, as Grima caught the skin of Eclat's neck between his teeth. Eclat let out a rather loud wanton moan, biting it back as best he could. If Anna caught them… "G-g-grima! Please! Grima please!" Eclat moaned as he knew he was near his limit.
Grima pulled back pleased with his work, the Summoner a pleading mess. Something primal in him was pleased by this and he purred, "Cum for me, Summoner. I want to hear you shatter for me."
Eclat near screamed as his body reacted and he came, hard.
Grima felt the Summoner slump, the exhaustion setting in. A smirk crossed Grima's face and he easily picked the weakened Summoner up, tasting the seed the Summoner released, finding it to his liking. Grima lay the Summoner on his bed and decided he'd enjoy taking Eclat again. In fact he was looking forward to the next time already. Oh the fun he was going to have with the Summoner.
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Female Fallen Robin x Summoner Kiran: Heat
If there was one thing that Kiran did not understand it was how people could avoid a certain Fell Dragon, especially since said Fell Dragon was one of the most attractive women Kiran had ever had the pleasure of seeing. Twice she'd seen her heroes turn away and practically flee to get away from Grima, though Kiran was fairly sure she didn't care about it. It was still depressing in a way, as she got the feeling that Grima shouldn't have to be alone like she was. ‘Surely having everyone avoiding you would begin to get tiresome after a while?’ Kiran thought. She decided that maybe she'd redouble her efforts to help Grima, since no one else was going to and maybe her bond would be what helped Grima- at least Kiran was hoping. Grima had never known a human to be so persistent. The summoner was an enigma that she simply didn't understand. While others rightly kept their distance, Kiran foolishly did not. She absently wondered why that was the case, though she thought little of it. She scoffed. Typical worms didn't need to be concerned with. ~ Kiran spent a good week trying to talk to Grima. She was stubborn, but the female summoner refused to give up on her. She thought back to their conversation not too long ago…
“Come to butter me up some more?” Grima frowned, “How very irksome. I've nothing to chat about with a human.”
“Grima…” Kiran had sighed but she was silenced,
“Humans spout their ideals, but it's nothing but lip service. Let's all join together and hold hands, you'll say. We can overcome our differences despite being different species, despite our differing core ideologies.” Grima said as her eyes narrowed, “The truth is what you see daily in this place. Day after day, night after night, all you have is never-ending war. One person's satisfaction means another must suffer. That is the truth of all worlds. But my power of destruction is the one true equalizer.” She said calmly as if she were so correct that there was nothing to change her view, “If you think there's someone out there capable of leading the world with such high-minded ideas of love and bonds...I'd love to meet them.”
Kiran spoke calmly, “I do believe it is possible. Sure people argue, but it's because they're afraid of what they don't understand. People are capable of living peacefully too, Grima. They just need to find that equal ground, the place where they fit in the world since no one should ever have to suffer because that's not how the world should work.” She said, “And I for one hold faith that time will come. We all should.” Kiran smiled softly,
“Hmph. After all that, you still talk your big talk? Very well. I'll watch over you... Right until your bitter end.” Grima declared and Kiran was surprised,
“I don't think my end will be bitter, but I appreciate the thought.” She smiled softly. At least Kiran knew that Grima wouldn't have to be as alone as she was before.
It was she supposed a turning point, since Grima seemed to spend more time around her after that. Kiran didn't mind, glad that she was at least not as alone as before. Though Grima might not have made the best company, Kiran still felt it was for the best and did her best to help Grima how she could. ~ Grima couldn't understand the summoner. On one hand she spoke of an idealized vision of the world being a place where everyone was happy and no one suffered- an impossibility Grima knew, as humans fought constantly and never seemed to learn from their mistakes. Yet on the other she conceded Grima was right. Well not entirely to be more accurate. She said humans were afraid of things that they didn't understand. Grima was confused. What had that insolent summoner meant about that? She walked down to the main hall and noticed that Duma was tailing her. Grima grimaced and picked her pace up to keep clear of the male dragon. She didn't want to deal with him, even if she was going on heat. He was the last one she wanted to mate with. She spotted Kiran as she spoke with Anna. The Commander looking less than pleased but Kiran simply not letting it get to her. Their eyes met briefly and Kiran excused herself coming over to Grima with a curious expression on her face. Her blue eyes widened slightly as Grima had taken the worm by surprise it seemed “Hey Grima, is everything alright?”She felt herself heave a sigh. This one was persistent. She spoke, “Yes. Though aren't you supposed to speaking with the Commander?”Kiran shook her head, “Nah, Anna's said the stupid shit she needed to.” they lapsed into a somewhat comfortable silence. Grima spoke,“Now why would that be?”Kiran heaved a sigh, “Because Anna is being a bitch about some shit, especially around sex and the fact that there are a few sexually frustrated people around here because of it.” Kiran replied calmly, and Grima had to agree with the Summoner's rather accurate assessment of the situation. There were quite a few sexually frustrated people in the Order of Heroes castle. Grima herself included. The Fell Dragon wondered if the Summoner was among them. The scent the female summoner put off wasn't conclusive enough but Grima did find it...somewhat interesting. She wondered how it would taste...and shook her head. No this wasn't the time for that. ~ The battlefield was disgustingly lacking blood and gore. Grima however wanted to make as much of it as possible. Her rage needed to be sated. The summoner had been kidnapped and no one was even willing to get the woman back. So Grima decided to take things into her own hands. It wasn't like she needed an excuse to get away from Duma or anything like that. Nor was it because of the heat burning her. She came to the place she'd tracked the summoner to having been taken and decided to hold off raising hell. She would get the female first. Then she'd more than raise hell. Getting to where she was being held was a relatively easy affair. Getting out...well Grima did decide she wanted to slaughter every single worm in her way as she carried the unconscious summoner. And it was a slaughter. Her dragon form ripping heads off of shoulders, fire creating the smell of burning flesh she'd found didn't soothe her as much as it should have. The summoner was mildly injured but otherwise unharmed, despite her unconscious state. It took Grima a mere hour to get to the Askr Castle and she could already feel her heat start to cloud her judgement and the urge to be bred started to take over. She would have left the worm in the infirmary. She should have left Kiran in the infirmary. Yet she didn't. No. She carried her all the way to her living quarters, a place wherein Grima found some...interesting things tucked slightly out of sight that looked positively raunchy and dare the Fell Dragon think it; specifically for none other than sexual activity. She lay Kiran on her bed and paced the room a few times. Grima was unsure what to do but eventually decided to sit near the end of the bed and watch the Summoner as she slept. She was of the mind of hiding away from the others since she didn't want to face them. A low moan made her jolt. The Summoner woke, “Grima?” Kiran spoke, her voice slightly strained, “I...should apologise.” She frowned, “I should have been more careful.”Grima blinked and she heard the sigh, “I said I would watch over you.” She said, “My word is final.”Kiran smiled softly, “I guess I can't argue with that.” Grima tilted her head as Kiran sat up and sighed as the sex toy fell from its hiding place. Grima scented a smell that made her mouth water slightly as she realised she wanted it and she pounced on Kiran with a low growl. Kiran blushed and Grima felt the itching, burning heat start to interfere with her ability to think rationally. Thankfully Kiran had half a brain to figure out what Grima wanted to do and the female Summoner shifted to allow Grima access to more of the scent. Grima pressed close to the Summoner and tried to figure out where that scent was coming from. A low frustrated growl escaped her until Kiran spoke up, "Grima...this might seem a bit forward of me but...what do you say to telling Anna to go fuck her no Hentaii rule?"Grima raised her eyebrow, "Are you propositioning me for sex?" She asked incredulously,"Well...I just...thought you might want it-" Kiran let out a squeak when Grima deliberately reached to expose more of the scent, "A-and, I do have something to h-help with thaaaaaaaaat~" Kiran let out a low wanton moan when Grima slipped her hand up Kiran's top,"Do you now?" Grima purred amused,"Yes...but ah! Ah!" Kiran arched and Grima felt a throb from her hungry vagina, the noises Kiran made were...intoxicating,"Show me." Grima purred, nearly growling into Kiran's ears as the Fell Dragon kept touching Kiran's body trying to figure out the annoying piece of small clothing that was in the way. Kiran grinned, and pulled out a very interesting sex toy. It looked for all the world like a double ended penis, but Grima noticed it seemed to be for both of them,"I have this one, and I think we'll both enjoy it."Grima frowned but decided to let Kiran show her how this strange sex toy worked. As long as her need was sated, Grima didn't care what happened. She let out a low growl when Kiran proceeded to make use of some lube she had on hand- as if the Summoner was well versed in what to do. It irked Grima at first, but when Kiran started to gently brush against her body, Grima pinned the Summoner, and Kiran calmly tossed her clothing aside, hinting that they wouldn't need it for what was to come. ~*~ Kiran let out a loud wanton moan as Grima took the lead once Kiran gave her what she'd been wanting desperately. Though Kiran didn't expect the favour to be fully reciprocated. She supposed Grima was a wealth of surprises. Though to be fair, it wasn't like Kiran was going to share her with anyone else. The Summoner had to admit she did have a possessive streak, not that she could help it, she hadn't had as dominant a partner as Grima was. Plus Grima was hot. Kiran let out a wanton moan and it seemed to egg Grima on. It was like Grima couldn't get enough of the pleasure, if her thrusts were to be accurate enough of an indication. Though given Grima had suddenly stopped it should have alerted Kiran that she was up to something… "Ah~!" Kiran cried out, as Grima mercilessly fucked the summoner senseless. Kiran almost passed out from the sheer overwhelming pleasure. As it was she could barely move, legs shaking as Grima finally came and nestled close. Kiran spoke softly, "We...can do this as much as you need, okay."Grima snorted, "Know I'll hold you to it Summoner."Kiran smiled tiredly, "Mmm, hmm." She acknowledged before sleep claimed her.
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When he was first pulled to the Kingdom of Askr, Eclat had been taken by surprise. The young man was completely unprepared for the journey he was going to have to embark on, nor was he ready for the people he was about to meet. The first thing that Eclat noticed when his eyes cleared was that he wasn't in a place he could identify. Though Anna was most certainly a familiar face Eclat had thought he was dreaming. Then the reality set in when Eclat saw a man get killed by the simple axe Anna had been using to fight him off. It was a reality check Eclat wasn't sure he was ready for. It didn't take long before they had to move. Anna gave Eclat Breidablik and said that he was the one meant to hold the weapon. Eclat didn't exactly agree- the gun felt...heavy in his hands and he didn't like it. However, the now named "Summoner" of the Order of Heroes couldn't argue with his "Commander". Their journey took them to find a young man who immediately struck Eclat as someone familiar- though he wasn't exactly sure how that was the case. The man was slightly distracted on the battlefield, and Eclat had to yell a hasty warning. He stood firm as the blade sliced through flesh and another man died before him. He swallowed his fear and quietly thanked the young man for his help- for his ability to heed Eclat's warning. It was the first time he ever spoke to Prince Alfonse of Askr. Eclat's arrival in Askr meant that for the first time, the Order of Heroes had someone who was able to think about some degree of tactics and strategy- though Eclat doubted he was actually any good apparently his childish strategies were enough to keep the Order out of trouble. Somehow Eclat managed to pull them out of scrapes they otherwise supposedly wouldn't have pulled through. How was a mystery that Eclat didn't want to bother with. He could deal with most people but there was one who seemed to get on his nerves more than anyone else. The Askran Prince Alfonse. His ideology was that of keeping his distance from people which Eclat wouldn't have minded if it wasn't such a pain to deal with. He could have done without the behaviour as it was a dangerous thing. Still he had other problems to focus on and Alfonse was the least of his worries...to start with… ~*~ His first month in Askr saw Eclat looking into what his phone was capable of. He was as good as lost without Alfonse's reluctant assistance and liked to think that the pair of them had built up something of a raport. Eclat had had been looking into some things on his phone about the various heroes he'd somehow managed to pull from god knew where the fuck they actually came from. He was looking at how other summoners had chosen to build their heroes and noticed some less than pleasant things said about Alfonse. He frowned and wondered for a moment what was the best thing to do. He had a look at what kind of builds there were and how many had gone to the trouble to build Alfonse up when a small knock jolted him from his task. Eclat was quick to put his phone down and turn to the door, with a quick "It's not locked!" in response to the likely hero looking for him. He was often left to his own devices in the Order of Heroes' Castle, something that meant he was frequently in his living quarters and rarely left them for all that much. To his surprise Alfonse was the one who arrived and he seemed worried. "Ah...a moment, please Eclat." He said and the Summoner turned to face him, worried slightly as this was the first time that Alfonse came to him of his own volition and it concerned Eclat very much. "Is everything alright?" Eclat froze for a moment, unsure of how to answer the seemingly out of place question, "Uh, y-yeah. I'm fine Alfonse." He said still confused as to why Alfonse was seeking him out in the first place, "I was just looking up what skills might help everyone." The truth, though he was sure Aflonse wouldn't think that. He heard him shift slightly. Not good… "I see." Alfonse replied, "Is that why you revised the training roster?"Eclat felt his stomach sink, surely Alfonse wasn't mad about that...at least Eclat hoped not, he was only trying to be useful after all. "I found some things that might help you and the others."Alfonse hummed in response, "Right. So it's nearly time for lunch, would you mind coming with me to patrol the castle on the way?""Sure…" Eclat said tucking his phone into his pocket so that it was within reach. At least Alfonse wasn't mad, Eclat could breathe a sigh of relief, not aware that Alfonse saw the prior tension across the Summoner's shoulders and he had to wonder, just why Eclat had seemed...afraid. ~*~ After that day for almost every day, Eclat would find that Alfonse sought him out. He was always asking the Summoner to be by his side- had Eclat known that Anna was worried, he'd have worked harder on his social façade to avoid trouble. It was too late for that, yet still he didn't mind, walking with Alfonse was actually quite peaceful when they didn't really have to talk. The only time he spoke was the questions in his mind about Askr's history, or their culture. Alfonse was surprisingly patient with Eclat. He explained their festivals and that the spring festival was going to arrive soon. Eclat looked thoughtful as he listened to the information Alfonse gave him. The spring festival sounded very...familiar to an event in his world… ~*~ Eclat was in the library for the first time since he had arrived at Askr. He'd been woken by the mother of all nightmares, one that terrified him beyond what he'd been afraid of and known. And the fact that something was going to kill Alfonse and Sharena...an odd feeling of protectiveness over the pair rose within him, along with other, more unwelcome feelings that Eclat wasn't sure he should act on. The more time he spent around the prince, the more the feelings grew. Eclat knew he was gay, knew that men turned him on, that he got off on the idea of having sex with another man, sharing intimacy and he felt guilty about the feelings cropping up about Alfonse, a prince who was likely expected to have to marry a woman and sire an heir to continue his bloodline. He knew these things and yet… He was stupidly falling for Alfonse. He sniffled softly, eyes scanning the books before him as he looked to see if there was anything he could do to save the Askran royals. He leant on the shelf, shaking softly as tears threatened to spill. Not a single book had anything. Not a damned one. He sighed and left the library passing several of the Order's night owls. Eclat passed Niles and the man moved from the wall, "Naughty, naughty Summoner, lurking around the castle so late." Niles smirked,"Save it, please." Eclat said quietly, "I couldn't sleep. Shit night."Niles frowned slightly arms crossing over his chest, taking in Eclat's condition,"You need a good-"Eclat chuckled, "The one I want to be with can't be with me." Eclat said, tiredly, "Because I want the same thing that the girls want and in my world that's not always acceptable."Niles blinked eyebrows raised, "I thought that was just rumours." He said, "Saucy." He grinned,"Everyone has their chips, Niles." Eclat replied, "Mine…" Eclat sighed, "Well being disowned from my family and thrown out on the street is barely scratching the surface."An unreadable expression crossed Niles' face, and Eclat noticed the scandalous archer looked...sympathetic, though Eclat had come to be used to his life before he came to Askr. He however didn't notice the shocked expression of the young man who'd heard him. ~*~ There had been rumours among the heroes of the Order that Eclat was into men. Alfonse had heard the rumours of course, though he'd not given them any thought until the night he was on patrol and happened across Niles and Eclat talking. Alfonse heard Eclat say he was thrown out and disowned simply for wanting to be romantic with a man and to be honest… It shocked Alfonse. Shocked and horrified him. The thought that someone could be so cruel towards another person was… Unfathomable. And a part of him was disappointed in that. Then the more rational part of his mind tried to figure out what it exactly meant. Alfonse wondered if it was really as bad as Eclat said it was…then blushed as he realised where his thoughts were heading. ~*~ Eclat made himself scarce the next three months after that conversation as he tried to figure out what he needed to do. He'd completely fallen for Alfonse and-"I thought I'd find you here." Alfonse said slightly pink, "Eclat-"He flinched, "Was there anything you needed?" Eclat asked and Alfonse sighed. There was a stalemate between them and Alfonse didn't like it. He wondered what he should do and decided to open up to Eclat. Alfonse sat down on the end of the Summoner's bed, unsure of how to phrase his next question, and Eclat seemed to pick up on Alfonse's discomfort. Alfonse sighed and decided to speak, though he wasn't exactly ready to work through his realisation however tentative it was. Yet in Alfonse's mind... "Can we...talk?"Eclat carefully set his phone into his pocket, and turned his chair to fully face Alfonse, "Something bothering you Alfonse?" He asked gently, concern crossing his face,"I suppose so." Alfonse said with a small voice and Eclat waited patiently for Alfonse to speak when he was ready, "I…" Alfonse looked down and then said something Eclat didn't expect, "ThinkI'minlovewithyou."Eclat did the only thing he could in the situation, and took Alfonse's hand in his own,"Then let's take baby steps Al," He said gently, "And go at a pace we're comfortable with."Alfonse blushed in response and silence filled the room. Baby steps he could manage. ~*~ The soft light of the moon gave Alfonse the privilege of a rare sight, Eclat without his hood up, eyes locked onto him, a soft expression of surprise as Alfonse decided to attempt to make the moment intimate. The idea of a kiss, something Alfonse was willing to try, and seeing the surprise morph into a soft smile and feeling Eclat's arms around him, and lips gently pressing to his made Alfonse acutely aware of a fire in his loins. "Eclat…" Alfonse moaned softly feeling his own arms pulling Eclat closer, the Summoner let out a low chuckle,"Alfonse, if it's too much, please tell me." Eclat said gently, his hands moving along Alfonse's body, making the young Prince moan, "We don't have to go all the way."Alfonse nodded and allowed himself to sink into the moment of flesh and pleasure, softly crying out Eclat's name like a broken prayer as the Summoner made him feel entirely new feelings. True Alfonse had explored his own body before, childish curiosity had lead him to discover some of the feelings he knew he found enjoyable, and he barely noticed Eclat pull out the bottle of lube and proceed the use it to make his hand glide over Alfonse's penis making the prince cry out with an obscene moan of pleasure. It was enough to make Alfonse's knees buckle, and Eclat supported him, and Alfonse moaned, gasping as he felt close to the edge, "Ah~! Oh~! I'm...!" His warning barely preceded the sudden rush of white, hitting not just his stomach but Eclat as well. The Summoner smiled gently, "Good boy Alfonse, did that feel good?"Alfonse was panting heavily as he nodded, and locked lips with Eclat, the latter moaning softly as Alfonse endeavoured to return the favour, "Mmm~ Alfonse~" the Summoner moaned, allowing more access. "There~ oh~ more near the tip~ ah~ Al~ fonse~!" Eclat suddenly came, spilling white and the pair tiredly met each other's gaze, and decided to head to the private bath, simply because Anna would cause problems otherwise and they didn't need that. It was as they were soaking in the waters that Eclat embraced Alfonse, and the Prince sighed contentedly. They had plenty of time to indulge in their relationship and Alfonse enjoyed the intimacy of the moment. If they had more moments like this Alfonse would be happy.