Fire Emblem: Awakening. Loins Afire!

Good Morning My Love: (Lesbian Stories)

The lone candle roars to life with the help of an Arcfire tome. The rain is gone but the clouds remain making the morning cold and dark. Before you open your eyes you already hears the drum of a heartbeat near your ear, making you feel too comfortable to get up. Then you jump at the realization: "Wait, if there's a heartbeat... that means someone's in bed with me!" Your eyes widen and you hop to you feet. The feminine figure is still sleeping but covered by blankets. "I... I don't remember sleeping with anyone last night." You look around and realize that not only is there a strange woman with you, but the walls of your tent are lso black. "I don't remember sleeping here either!" You pinch the cover and turn them over to see the face; a mess of hair black, lustrous like cut jet, veiling a pale white face beneath it. The woman stirs and yawns, "Good morning my love." Tharja's voice says.

"Gahh!" You spring back, "How did you get here?! Did-did you seriously crawl up to me while I was asleep?" Tharja sits up and stretches her arms above her head, "You don't remember? Of right, that's a bit of a drawback to those curses. Shame for you, mmmm but at least I remember it," She says as a tired moan escapes her lips. Your legs tremble still not knowing what to make of it. "I, don't know what you mean." "Well then how about I explain it in broad detail?" she says with a wink. "It all started when I found some choice spells in the market....."

"..... and then we fell over exhausted." You were on your knees covering your red cheeks. "I seriously did that? All that?!" You say to yourself. "Mhmmmmmm, and you were superb." She says licking her lips. You shiver and cover up more of your face. Tharja rubs on her stomach and sighs, "Are you cold? Come over here, I have enough body heat for us." You're too busy still, trying to remember any inkling of the pleasure of last night. "Must.... conceal.... chest area...." You fold up into a tighter ball. "The way you licked my inner bits was so-" "Okay okay I think I get it Tharja!" That made you hop to your feet without thinking, revealing the massive erect nipples almost piercing your shirt. "Ohhhhh eheeeheee I see that!" She says in a high pitched schoolgirl voice "Somebody's missing my body isn't she?" she clutches her face and trembles. "N-no.... m-m-maybe........ yes." You say in defeat. "Well then come here." Tharja says. The lovely dark mage leans back against the tent wall and spreads out her legs. She wasn't wearing any panties below, and made sure you could... plainly see that. "I'll cure that little hex down there my love." she says with another wink. You turn away red "Sh-should we really do this again?" You say quivering. Suddenly the belt of your pants begin to magically undo themselves, and the buttons of your tactician robes loosen and fail. There's an unseen forces turning you to face Tharja, chest and crotch open. "Oooooh yes." She says in her high pitched voice. "Don't worry, I'll take care of you."

The chill of outside was nonexistent in Tharja's black Plegian tent. The heated sexual tension of it's two occupants made the room rather humid. You walked two paces to the bed and Tharja responded by walking four to you. Her hands reached immediately for your chest and her lips were cemented to yours. You moaned in the kiss as her tongue runs up against your incisors. Your eyes roll back and you hold her around the waist. Breaking the kiss, you breathe out "Let me lead this time, turn around." Tharja licks her lips and does as she's told, putting her hands on her knees to bend over thirstily. "Go on my love, make me yours." she says with a moan. Her hips swing seductively like a metronome brushing against your waist. She pulls her robes up to reveal the pearly backside licking her lips again. Your hands squeeze onto both her cheeks and massages them close together, then spreading the boingy bits apart. Both made her moan loudly and bite on her lips. They're so pleasing to grasp in your hands; bouncing and lively, yet still cold as if asking to be warmed up. You rub your hands together and oblige her cool skin before a light spank on the bottom of her cheek. She takes a sharp high pitch moan and softly asks "That the best you got?" You spank her again with a stern palm and are rewarded with another sharp gasp. The third strike is reared back behind your hand and swung like a silver sword onto her butt. Now she pants loudly without stopping and moves her hands to her own buttcheeks; she offers her backhole to you.

Your pants and robes are rolled into a ball and tossed under the bed. You grasp her curvaceous waist and slowly fall to your knees. You prod at the hole eith a dampened finger and you both begin to tremble. "Hold on, just let me borrow something to make it easier." you say sliding a hand down to cup her dripping vagina. You scoop enough of her wet juices onto your finger to lubricate it and resume prodding her anal hole. Tharja mumbles something inaudible between her rose blushed lips and leans back, forcing her ass around your finger. She bites her lips and moans and drips more hot white liquid. You smile satisfied and lean down to it, kissing it softly and licking the juices up thirstily. The feeling of fingers inside of her and licking her is unequaled ecstasy; it feels warm and inviting in your mouth, and more constricting and rough on your finger. The contradicting feelings only amplify both of your pleasures. The steam of the room makes you both sweat and heave as you pull out one finger and try two.0 She falls forward to lean on the cot as your thrusts become even more intense. Tharja moans and pants begging for more as you feel her begin to orgasm in your mouth.

The dark mage lurches back moaning as your body shivers in delight, letting loose white dripping liquids. The poor beauty becomes wobbly. She takes her last remaining strength and pulls her robes back down. Then jumps onto you kissing your face wildly, stealing orgasm for herself. "That was as fierce as they come my love." You heave from the sudden weight on your chest. "I-I'm glad you think so. My... my love Tharja." She squeals happily and giggles like a schoolgirl.

"My love Tharja, I could get used to that." she says.