Fire Emblems Lemons

Wanton Wolf

The war hadn't left many opportunities for bonding, but it was now such a thing for the past. Hope finally spreading between the two nations as something of peace roamed around. Things were still on edge, the tension ready to spring if the occasion was pushed hard enough, but such forces that would rouse such intensity were mostly flushed out. A new dawn for all to enjoy the lives they couldn't.

Most notably, it was the time for family to get together. Due to the war, many familial bonds had to be separated. Years without the touch and affection of their parents coming to an end. And what better way to celebrate a reunion than a relaxing time on the beach. The positivity matching the very sun as real love and care was spread throughout.

One family, in particular, still held a cunning edge. It was only natural, but war wasn't on their mind. They had a target, a desired treasure to claim. No one would be harmed... assuming they weren't after it.

"You shouldn't be shy. If you don't take him, even I might try it."

Velouria's moody face burned up in a flash at that. "Even if you're my mom, I can't let you say those words! Don't scare me like that!" she complained.

Camilla laughed. "Then hurry up and do what you want to do. I'm serious when I say someone might get to him; I've seen it happen many times before. Besides, you are showing your glorious body a lot more openly than you ever would. If you don't make the mommy who gave you this body proud, I'll be really sad. I might have to run away for some time."

Although she was sarcastic, Velouria still dreaded that, her body shaking, vehemently denying such a future. "F-fine, I will. Just don't give me a heart attack like that!" she complained, her breasts jiggling as she stood up.

"Make him your treasure, sweetie!" Camilla proudly told her daughter, more than happy to watch her daughter claim her desired male in what would likely be aggressive fashion. Camilla wasn't sure if it was bad fortune or not, but her partner, Keaton, was the one who had made the moves that led to them wedding. Camilla never had the chance to dominate a relationship before it led to marriage, so her spawn was going to give her the show Camilla never took part in.

Velouria's tail went stiff as she made her way to the one she desired. Her mind continuing to race, the ways of love far too advanced for her to fully get. Even now she was still slightly confused on how her mother and father got together, but if one wolfskin could do it, then another wolfskin could do that as well.

Coming closer to him, Velouria became more aware of her body. Those large breasts, genetic gifts from her mother, were making her red bikini top even smaller than what it was. Her waist only partially covered by the thin red bikini bottoms that hung her thin waist with struggle, allowing her fatty ass to drop out more and make her more easy to... undress.

The sun wasn't the only thing raining down on her, her feelings adding fuel to the fire. Still, Velouria was the daughter of Camilla, so being a bitch wasn't allowed. The wolfskin woman making her way to her ultimate treasure, starting up conversation as best she could. The peach in her mouth ravenously chewed to calm her down.

"What, you want to look for another treasure, Velouria?" Y/N asked, making her heart rush at that. Yes, that was one thing that Velouria loved about him. Not only did he accept her hoarding, treasure-trash hunting, but Y/N also joined in. They might not have had the same idea on what was treasure, but the two of them craved the hunt and loved many 'treasures' they collected. That was the start of their bond.

It only increased overtime the more they did it. One of the first times that Velouria cared for the interaction of another. Confiding him opening her up, disarming the feral fangs she scared others off with. People were a bother, hoarding and hunting treasure was good enough for her. Or it was supposed to be, but it was ruined. All because of Y/N, his open-minded, nice-smelling self. All of it had thrown Velouria's aloofness, the feelings blooming and blooming to a point that Velouria couldn't hold it anymore. Not even his affection was enough.