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Assistant: Title: Why Do I Follow You And Where Do You Go?
        Author: NidoranDuran NidoranDuran 
        Chapter: 2/2 
        Summary: Maribelle doesn't approve of her daughter Lucina's husband; the rumours about Robin being inappropriate with other women hang over Lucina's pregnancy. Those rumours prove to be true when Lucina and Lissa help Robin break her into his harem as his next conquest. Anonymous commission.
        Contents: Chapter 2: The Temple Profaned
    

    


      
        
          
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    Tiki's role as the Voice of the Divine Dragon was one that came with many responsibilities, some smaller than others, some openly requiring time away from her life to commune in temples to the goddess Naga. Sometimes even temples that nobody still worshiped at anymore. sitting in the Ylissean countryside near the border of Plegia was a farming village that had been all but eradicated during the war; even though most people survived, homes and fields were burnt and salted, leaving the land barren and its people to resettle elsewhere. Its temple was to be gracefully retired now, in this time of peace, and Tiki required days of solitude and solace to ensure she could see it to its end properly.Until Robin, Tharja, and Aversa arrived on the second day.With a small detachment of soldiers, the idea was to stand guard over Tiki in the temple. The location was isolated, and she was an important woman who needed to be protected at all costs, so husband to Princess Lucina and chief advisor to the Exalt stood watch over her and made sure that she was safe at any cost. Tharja and Aversa, his @ssistants in all official matters at his request, also mage sense in joining him. But the guards who watched this and had been told to leave the priestess alone to her duties were all the more surprised when, on only the second day of her oversight of the temple, Robin and the mages who accompanied him strode into the temple in broad daylight.Tiki knelt before the altar, deep in prayer until the sound of footsteps finally drew her attention. The temple was a modest one, but it was empty enough for the click of boots, especially Tharja's heels, to ring out loudly enough to draw her focus. Slowly she turned around, pulling herself from her pious thoughts. "Master," she said fondly, casting off the bulky clerical robes she was wearing to reveal absolutely nothing underneath. "I have been waiting. Please, Master, let me serve you. I wish to please you before resuming my duties."Robin walked forward with the two dark mages by his side, both of them beginning to pull at their clothes. He pulled Tiki into a kiss, and every reverent, religious act she was here to perform melted swiftly away in the face of desire and satisfaction now burning hotly through her body. He grabbed onto her bared br@@sts, making her shudder with a joy and a heat that made him all the more ready for this. Aversa and Tharja knew what he wanted, and as Robin pulled Tiki toward the one stable bench left from the destruction, his @ssistants settled happily in with him.Three generous pairs of br@@sts swarmed his c@ck at once, the dark mages pressing in the middle between the Voice of the Divine Dragon, all to bring their br@@sts to bear upon his shaft. "Master," they all moaned, voices twisting in happy unison, fascination holding them and a desire to give in coming with less and less restraint by the second. The chance to f@ck him in isolation was always fun; the soldiers were a necessity to protect her and ensure that nothing happened, but they were far enough away that they could be loud without hesitation, something they hardly ever enjoyed back home.The necessity to keep up appearances, that Robin was the monogamous husband to Princess Lucina and not a man who had a harem of women, many in high positions and including Queen Maribelle herself, wrapped around his finger, made the opportunities to revel in this chaos all the more enjoyable. Every step to take, including naming the two dark mages his '@ssistants' so there was no suspicion in their constant presence around him, was one that he was happy to shed for a moment to live out their truth. The women moaned loudly for him while their br@@sts worked up and down his c@ck with fixated delight and forward, overbearing excitement. This was their time, and they were going to enjoy every wicked second of it."Your c@ck is so hard today, master," Tharja moaned."I'm sure you will please us thoroughly." Aversa's voice ached with sultry joy and a wickedly sinful delight.Tiki whimpered and squirmed about, lacking in the raw s@xual confidence that the dark mages had. "I hope you find me worth your time today." She wanted him to f@ck her. Nothing else. The burning desire to be taken by him consumed her, left her unable to even think about her religious duties. She was a woman consumed by desire, who had to throw herself into this as hard as possible, and Robin knew it.He loomed the commotion, letting their bodies keep tending to him, letting the urgency of their up and down motions push all of this senseless p@ssion into a state so messy and confused that it didn't make a lot of sense anymore. There was just pleasure here, just the senseless ache of something that had to be given in to. Relaxed back, he admired all three of them and their ravenous attempts to please him, each wanting their own things but working toward this same goal. "You're all so pretty. I'm going to have to methodically ruin each of you." His words made them gasp out louder for him, deliriously seeking more of his approval and dizzily craving what he could do to them. There was never any doubt of his raw dominance; they were powerful and frantic and totally incapable of resisting the allure of his touch, and as long as he could keep them falling deeper, they were happy to lose themselves to his service.Twitching in their crowded, warm cleavage, Robin's c@ck foretold of his power, kept them hasty and reckless in the pushes forward, in the desire to lose themselves, and they were happy to abandon all pretense of restraint to get more of it. Pleasure kept escalating, their fawning attentions and their hungers building up with intense, feverish delight. The pleasure kept forcing them into a state of pure devotion, of a want that wasn't slowing down, and with every p@ssing second, things felt hotter, felt better. This was the foreplay the ladies needed to get all wound up, and the quivering p@ssions it invited with it kept them pushing forward, slavishly devoted to him above all else.He relished in that control, growing louder with his groans, fingers occasionally slipping into the mouths of the girls while they fawned over him. he felt powerful here, felt like his control was increasing over a situation they were less and less prepared to handle. All he had to do was keep feeding that hunger, keep advancing the hunger that threatened to undo him. Every push forward felt weirder, felt dizzier, and he just had to keep pursuing it at any cost, keep throwing himself into the pleasures he needed most. Robin's l@sts were untameable, a constant demand that the girls he'd broken had to meet, but all three were eager to see what ecstasies could consume them now.All the heaving up and down helped wind the girls up, the praise for Robin and his big c@ck proving all they needed to get going in their desperate state, and they embraced it without hesitation, consumed by need and certain the only thing they had to do was serve him now. Everything was so simple in this state. So easy. Making Robin feel good made them feel good, and that simplistic acceptance fed their need to fall lower, pushed them to accept and to burn with p@ssions that never ceased to enthrall them. They were his, under the deep devotion to him that he kept all his girls under, and they craved every second of his adoration.They also craved the eruption of his huge loads all over their br@@sts, and as he let loose a flood of gooey, sticky sp@nk all over their chests, the girls were hopeless and hysterical, noisily begging through pure joy for the fascinating thrills and wants that consumed them all. They moaned for him, praising their master, dizzily begging for more of his attention in this state of raw euphoria and need. The depths of hunger and fever this offered were incredible, excessive in their desires but feeling so powerful and so demanding that there felt like no way forward but to lose all control."Master!" Tiki cried, her voice highest above all the others in this state of pure delirium, this ache of want that felt like it was just too much to grasp. "Master, I need your c@ck so badly. May I offer myself to you, please?"Robin loved how desperate Tiki was, loved how badly she was ready to serve him, and she looked good covered in his c@m. But his c@m looked good on all three of them, and he couldn't pretend he had the restraint needed to avoid giving in to his most base of desires. "Not yet." He rose from the bench, the girls pulling away from him. "Aversa, behind me. Tharja, bend over. Tiki, get underneath and suck on my b@lls. We traveled a long way to come protect you, and my @ssistants need to be rewarded first.""Yes, master," said all three women, Aversa and Tharja with far more delight in their voices than Tiki, but she followed after the orders even fi she knew she was now riding out the frustration of waiting for the Plegians to have their fill first.Everyone got into position, the girls cooperative and ready. Tharja leaned forward, her perfect @ss reaching out toward Robin's lap while the desire and the greed escalated. Aversa spread Robin's cheeks apart and dove in with her tongue before he'd even sank into Tharja's @ss, and the urgency of those licks helped push him forward, readily seeking out the pleasures and frustrations that he needed most. There was no time to resist these wild feelings, slamming into Tharja's plush behind with a noisy thrust and getting himself right to work at throwing himself into this chaos. "Master!" Tharja shrieked, her voice dancing in wild gestures while these emotions hit her, an overwhelming rush of excess that demanded so much more from her than she was really prepared to deal with.Embarr@ssed and wound up but needing to give in, Tiki got underneath them, pushing her face up into his b@lls to lick them every which way. She felt desperate and hopeless here, wound up by the fascinations that begged for her touch, throbbing rushes of pure heat shoving on and forcing her to try and do anything in her power to make sense of this all. There wasn't any good way to handle these feelings, but she had never felt better about throwing herself into the heat of what took her, a frustration and a hunger demanding that she succ@mb, pleading with the utmost fascination that this could all somehow work out for her. She just had to make Robin happy, just had to serve these feelings first."My @ss is your property!" Tharja squealed, her body trembling through the vigor and chaos of getting ravaged, every deep stroke leaving her hotter and needier, craving whatever she could get and needing to fall into the delirium ever lower, chasing the hopeless ecstasy as his thick c@ck stuffed up her hole. She pressed back to meet him with the utmost frenzy and fascination, savouring every weird, hazy second of getting her @ss pounded, knowing that with every stroke forward of his mighty hips, Robin was bringing Tharja the ruinous ecstasies she craved.Back behind him, Aversa focused only on eating his @ss like a good servant should, her hands gripping his cheeks and her face buried in, shamelessness driving her forward in her reverent service, all control melting out of her as she pursued these feelings. Aversa's respect for Robin, her desire to serve and revere him, had been rebuilt from the loyalty she was supposed to serve Grima with, although she and ever been trained to give Grima rimjobs. There was a joy in servicing him like this though, in something so pleasurable and stripped of the darker connotations of her fate. The slither of her tongue around his ass hole was a simpler job to perform, and one that she was happy to pursue for the sake of making him feel as good as he deserved.With two mouths hungrily tending to his b@lls and ass while his c@ck sank between the gorgeous, pale cheeks of a moaning, ragged Tharja, Robin felt like a king. This was a position of raw power, and he held it confidently, slamming harder and faster into her in the name of getting off again, subjecting her body to the kind of beautiful, maniacal ecstasy that had become all she could think about. Tharja's body raced about in fitful sweeps of pure joy, the pleasure pulling her into a wild oblivion so steep and confused that she couldn't care about anything else, and as long as she could keep falling, she didn't need anything else. Robin didn't need anything else either, driven by the sounds of hysterical bliss and need that she let out, and the pleasures hit the beautiful point where everything just clicked perfectly.One last slam forward, with Aversa and Tiki’s mouths redoubling their commitment to him, was all Robin needed to fire off a load right into Tharja’s ass, making her shriek and heave and jerk wildly, twisting through pure fascination and the bliss of pure surrender. His load filled her up, made her legs tremble, made pleasure consume her with a passion she was all too happy to give up to completely. Burning throbs of pure satisfaction left her flattened, shaky, so hopeless and ecstatic and needing to give in to all of this. The satisfaction was tremendous, leaving her so completely floored by the dizziness of what took her, and as Tharja slumped forward and away from Robin, burning hope took Tiki.Robin squashed all of that hope. "Aversa, clean my c@ck off. Tharja, take her place. Tiki, just watch.""Yes, master." Another unanimous expression of obedience undercut by Tiki’s smouldering need, the pleasures that she was happy to advance deeper into. Tiki climbed onto the altar to watch this go on while Aversa and Tharja circled around their master to drop to their knees and serve him once more."Your c@ck has my undying devotion, master," Aversa cooed, pushing forward with sloppy devotion and starting to tend to his c@ck without hesitation, licking and kissing all over his shaft, ready to embrace these deep fascinations. "I want to make you feel fulfilled, make you feel as good as th--gack gulg glurk gulck!" With hands seizing hold of her hair and yanking her brutally down, the forceful pull drove her into a state of raw panic, fascination burning through her harder and harsher under a pressure she was totally unprepared for. Robin wanted to do more than just get sucked off, and began to relentlessly f@ck her throat, ramming forward and jerking her about in pure pressure."And I cherish your devotion," he told her, gripping her hair tightly and ramming his way down her gullet, pushing with the boldest of desires forward to ravage her pretty face and her snug throat. The pleasure was unbearably tense, the throbbing thrills and rushes of heat forcing her to experiences pleasures deeper and messier than she could have possibly fathomed. Her throat struggled and spasmed, but Aversa relished in being so submissive and hopeless under the pleasures behind this, ready to give in harder and ready to succ@mb to utter ecstasy here, and as long as she could serve deeper, there was no reason to contain this. The pleasure kept brewing, escalating, swelling into a senseless state of passion and pressure that kept on climbing.Getting eagerly into position right behind him, Tharja took her place in r@mm@ng Robin with similar passion, slobbering all over his ass hole. "Breed her throat. She deserves it." The sloppy, slobbering passion kept her moving forward, kept her in a state of relentless, sloppy joy that grew messier by the second, and she couldn't get enough of it. Her sloppy attentions were much more blatant and forward than Aversa's had been, thanks to the warm, gooey afterglow that shuddered through her body. Her tongue pushed its way deep into him and flailed about, licking him as intimately as she could, face buried in as deep as she could get it.Every messy pound down Aversa's throat dialed up the pressure, Robin relishing in the hunger and the chaos that kept him moving forward. He felt powerful now, aching in the mad thrill of getting off, of throwing himself into this without any hesitation or control. Thick strands of spit made a grand mess, but Aversa felt overwhelmed by the positive joys and thrills of getting taken, needing more and more of these attentions, wanting them to consume her. The certainty dominated every aspect of her thoughts, forced her to deepen her appreciation for the idea of giving in, losing all control and accepting these pleasures, allowing them to become a messier, grander show of ecstatic heat.The thrill of f@ck@ng Aversa's throat drove Robin to the satisfying end he needed most, groaning in pure satisfaction as his hips slammed forward and then yanked back, erupting down her throat but pulling out to fill her mouth and then ultimately drench her face in as much mess as he could. Hot streaks of c@m made a grand mess of her, splattering everywhere in the name of marking Aversa more thoroughly as his, and she took all the mess in stride, hopeless and shaky and loving every second of being painted in his j@zz. "Master, I love you!" she cried out, heaving with erratic, hopeless delight.Robin finally was able to turn his attention from Aversa and Tharja toward Tiki, who leaned back on the altar, hopelessly touching herself in ways that caught Robin's eye. He drew toward her, leaving the dark mages behind without a word, and commanded, "Praise me."Tiki reached for a small statue that sat beside her. One of the goddess Naga. Her mother. Looking Robin in the eye with unflinching delight, she sank the statue into her p@ssy and began to use it like a sex toy, cramming it in and grunting, "I live for you." She rolled over, shifting onto all fours and tugging one of her ass cheeks aside to show that the gem from the Fire Emblem presently lay buried in her ass, acting like a shiny b@tt plug as she profaned the most holy of relics. "I live to make you happy, master!""Show me." He advanced toward her, watching as she f@ck@d herself with the effigy of her mother, his hand grasping his c@ck as he soaked it all in, watching her show off the gem buried in her ass and shaking her hips for him. "Praise me more. Be the Divine Wh@r@ of the Goddess that I know you can be."Moaning in drunken ecstasy, Tiki continued to use the effigy for pleasure, offering the view of the toy and showing off the pleasures that held onto her. There was absolutely zero sense to this, just the pleasures that she needed to be consumed by. "If my mother were here, I would offer her to you, master. I would give the goddess herself over to your pleasure and make sure that she can experience the joys you make me feel!" She was erratic, heaving and jerking, breath growing ragged. "I act for her will, but if you told me to devote every second of my day only to you, I would leave my post and never look back."Making his way up behind her, Robin began to squeeze and smack at her gorgeous ass, toying harder with the pleasures and the fascinations it offered, needing to deepen his appreciation for feelings that transcended any semblance of sense. "If I could f@ck the goddess, I would have your head down there to suck my c@m out of her after every load. You would help me break your mother in, and you would make sure that she enjoys herself.""Without hesitation!" Tiki shrieked and shuddered, keeping up the pace of the toy working in and out of her hole, trying her best to ride out the desperations and confusions of these feelings, and she wasn't sure if she could hold on for too much longer, but she knew she needed it. She knew she was in a good place here, knew the winding fascinations could keep her giving in, and as long as she surrendered to these pleasures, she needed nothing else. The pleasure was unreal, fascination holding her tightly and demanding more and more relief in the face of these wants.Robin decided to it was time, yanking the toy from her hand and shoving his c@ck hastily into her, wasting no effort or time in the senseless fever that he craved, every deranged ache of need burning hotter through his body as he claimed her p@ssy. "You're so good to me. And good pets get rewarded." He spared no effort in making her surrender to him, every thrust driven by senseless greed and by a certainty that the best way forward was to lose all semblance of control. His thumb pressed against the gem, holding it in and admiring the way it gleamed between her cheeks. "Even if they promise things that they can't deliver on. You'll just have to find other ways to make me happy."
"Anything for you." Tiki's body writhed through the satisfaction of finally having his thick c@ck filling her up. She left the effigy of her mother on the altar, drenched in her sticky juices while her body heaved through senseless fascination and a desire to give up to these pleasures fully. She needed nothing else, her head spinning and every sense of desire and want coming across without a shred of restraint or calm. She was here to give in and all too happy to embrace the deepening fascinations of this pleasure.Robin wasn't subtle about his desires. Every b@lls deep thrust into Tiki moved with relentless intent, a passion and a desire he was happy to pursue, f@ck@ng her while bent over an altar to the goddess who she now revered less than she did he. There was nothing that he wanted more than this relentless domination, a pleasure growing hotter and messier by the second, inviting pure ruin to take her and to overwhelm her. There wasn't any reason to hold back now, wasn't any sense in trying to contain this. He had the dragon where he wanted her, and he was happy to send her head spinning into total disarray, throwing himself forward and allowing every shred of frenzied ecstasy and want to strip her thoughts bare of any sense they may have had left.Each collision with her body made Tiki shudder and struggle, drunken moans ringing out louder through the chaos and the haze of beign taken this hard. It was all so much more than she felt like she could take, a senseless satisfaction and a spectacle of heat that she pursued without pause, and she needed more of it, needed to allow herself this chance to fall apart. She was unable to think clearly, needing more of this and craving the satisfactions that it could bring. There was a simplicity to that heat, to the warmth that began to rattle her thoughts so utterly that they thought processing properly, her head aflame with too many feelings that left no time for thought or for control, and she was left only to keep stumbling into these messes, into grander and hotter spectacles.And she loved it that way. Moaning louder, she fed the frantic ecstasy, bucking through these feelings and riding out the high of senseless fascinations that she just had to embrace. This didn't let up with nay semblance of calm to it, just escalating further, pushing at her thoughts and forcing her to deal with the crushing thrill of giving up. "Master owns me, master loves me," she babbled, eyes going cross as she let this all happen. There was nothing to do but give in, and after so long waiting, the climax that ripped through her body when she let Robin pump her p@ssy full of c@m and send her into shrieking, hopeless oblivion. She felt incredible, felt the sickly sweet thrill of ruination, and she was only getting more fitful as he gave her what she wanted.Without wasting even a moment, Robin pulled the gem out of her ass and freed the hole up, slamming his c@ck up her other hole and ramming into her so suddenly that her body began to convulse. "I own you and I love you," he promised, pulling her in against him while he defiled the abandoned altar, f@ck@ng the daughter of the goddess on top of it. Even if he was no longer tainted by even the threat of Grima, the undeniable joy that he felt in such a profane indulgence kept him vicious and eager, and as long as Tiki's hysterical moans begged him for more, he saw no reason to stop. Especially when Tiki didn't want him to.The blunt sensation of having her ass stuffed with such a big d@ck sent Tiki's head spinning. On some level she grasped that this profaning was probably wrong, probably a step too far, but every part of her that tried to process it drowned out those thoughts in a fascinated mess of passion and delirium. She needed this, and she wasn't above admitting as much. She was a creature of l@st now, and she felt hopelessly committed to the chaos and the satisfaction of sinking ever deeper into it. "You made me into a different woman," she cooed, surrendering to all the satisfactions and desires that Robin had left her addicted to. Her body was ready for these pleasures, eager to give in to something relentless and captivated, something that only felt messier and stranger as she accepted how far down she could go.Every slam forward rattled her, made her head spin, made Tiki feel like an overwhelmed mess of a woman. And she loved every bit of it. Clinging to the altar, howling out with primal fever, she accepted a b@st@@l side of herself that even a Dragonstone couldn't have helped her tap into. Robin left her a woman far more lust-wracked than she had ever been, but the joy she felt in giving in to that left her senselessly addicted, fixated by the possibilities and the delights that it brought crashing down upon her, every second of need dizzily stripping her bare and leaving only the sinful joy of letting go. The dark mages inched closer, hands finding Robin’s body, touching him and touching Tiki, encouraging them with words Tiki couldn't make out as her head spun harder.The wild, throbbing satisfaction of giving in became an increasingly desperate rush of pleasure, of pulsating needs rushing through her body and leaving her absolutely fixated. Unparalleled joys ravaged her body as his every stroke stuffed her full, pounding her guts and treating her to the most unrefined and unrelenting of pleasures. She didn't care how madly these feelings took her, nor how detached she was rapidly becoming from any semblance of understanding. She only cared about how badly she needed more, letting that desire inform every frantic ache through her body and forcing her to break down completely. It wasn't normal, but that made it all the more satisfying, driving her deeper into the thrills of this wonderful new life she led.Another climax was all Robin could offer her, and he threw himself into the reckless joy without hesitation, letting out a hot, harsh groan as he rammed b@lls deep up her ass. "You can feel how deep inside my ownership of you runs," he growled as he pumped her ass full of c@m, and another mad @rg@sm ripped through Tiki, sending her into a spiral of pure haze and chaos. She agreed with him through shrieking acceptance, gasping out her pleas for more while he f@ck@d through his release, and she knew that he was going to leave her a very, very happy woman.
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By the time Robin was 'finished' with them--as finished as he could ever be with his girls--all three of them were fully drenched messes. Tiki leaned over the altar, exhausted and dripping with cum, Tharja licking her ass hole and Aversa lapping at her c@nt to catch every drop of Robin's cum they could, while Robin stood over the wreckage, admiring their bodies plastered with his seed, his c@ck finally softening after hours of rutting them."My lord," Tharja moaned, "should I cast the contraception hex now?" Her fingers caressed along Tiki's hips and down her thighs. Robin made sure to cover his tracks and avoid breeding any women but the royal ones in his harem, by and large. Lucina, her mother, and her aunt all received children, but he couldn't go around parenting too many.And yet, staring at Tiki in her hopelessly wound-up state, a fascination held onto Robin. A wicked delight, as he watched his dark mages clean out her holes. A smile crept across his face. Maybe it was time to change that. "No," he told her. "Don't cast the hex." He looked at the two of them too. "On any of you." His smile grew, and as Tharja's eyes rolled back from the mere delight of those implications, he knew that he was stepping into unexplored but deeply satisfying territory.
  
  

    
      
        
        
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User: Is pregnancy in this chapter
User: Is pregnancy in this chapter
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