Robin flipped through those tomes with great haste, taking little time to scan through the pages of each heavy book. It was not an unusual sight to find him in his chambers at Ylisstol Castle, the tactician in a modest room with easier access to the ancient library over any fine view or great kitchen. But it was not a night where he was studying battle tactics nor history of previous mighty kingdoms and lords that ruled the land. That was clear from his face alone, twisted in a painful anguish rather then the usual calm it rested on when his eyes were deeply locked into some stimulating text.
Indeed, towering over his reading table were stacks upon stacks of tomes relating to obscure magicks, forbidden curses and deadly spells. Robin was in a predictament that he would rather no one find out about until he exhausted all possible avenues by himself and so he sat reading as fast as he could through those old pages trying to find a solution with only the light of the candles to keep him company…
...until the sound of some light rapping came at the door.
"Frederick?" Robin spun his head around in annoyance. "I know I missed training but I shall be better in the morning. Just tell Miriel to bring me those books as requested."
"Do I sound like that uptight fool?" came the reply. Robin would recognize that sinister tone and Plegian accent anywhere. Going to the door, he opened it ajar just slightly enough to allow his head to poke around and look into the pale, smiling face of Tharja. His eyes quickly scanned downwards, the usually revealing attire that she wore covered up by a cloak that covered her from the neck down.
"Good evening Robin! What a pleasant surprise to see you around here! It's so hard to find you not being surrounded by Chrom or…"
Robin cut her off, his face showing every sign that the stalking dark mage was the last person he wanted to talk to. "Look Tharja. I know that you know that this is my room. I'm really not in the mood to deal with anyone right now. If you need to talk to me I will be more then able tomorrow when I'm feeling healthier." Robin had already began to close the door when Tharja whipped both hands from under her cloak to grip right onto the door, just inches from getting sandwiched between the heavy wood and stone frame. "Gah! Wait! I know what ailes you Robin! You have a lust that you cannot get out of your body, do you not?!"
Robin stopped forcing the door to shut, now gently opening it more slightly to Tharja. "How do you- But I…" Robin stared at the dark mage for a moment. "Fine. You're coming in here and you're going to tell me everything." Robin spoke sternly.
"Oh my Robin. Is that an order?! Getting invited into your room?! It'll be my pleasure~!" Tharja stepped into the dimly lit quarters. Her eyes scanned the reading desk buckling under the weight of tomes she recognized, to that modest king-sized bed and then straight to Robin, the first time her dark eyes had seen him without his heavy tactician cloak on. Instead, he just had a simple shirt and trousers.
And was holding a pillow right over his crotch.
"Talk. Now."
"Is that the way someone as handsome as you should be talking to someone like me? You're acting like I'm the one who placed this hex on you dear!"
"So it IS a hex. I should have known the moment I woke up with this. You're going to cure it right this instant! And that is an order! Lest I'll have to strike you down myself!"
"FuFu~! Is that so Robin? Then I'll be happy to oblige! You've got something that's much more harder than a silver lance, don't you? This won't be a typical hex that I can break with ease…"
"What?! What do you mean?! You've placed me under a hex you can't lift?!"
"Oh no no no no, I assure you handsome! I was just… experimenting with some unique curses! Though I do have a theory about how to return you to normal through a more unconventional means then usual. You're going to have to stop covering yourself with that pillow… and drop your pants."
Robin gulped as if he was trying to swallow the anguish built-up within his body, but he would do anything to get this horrid curse away from his body. "Ok…" muttering, throwing the pillow back onto his bed, revealing to Tharja a bulging tent poking upwards as expected, that devious Plegian, letting her already evil grin grow greater, slowly licking her lips as Robin closed his eyes and pulled the drawstring of his pants.
"FuFuFuFuFu~! You just couldn't wait until you proposed to me to show off Robin! How vulgur of you!"
Robin turned his gaze to one side to avoid the embarressment of Tharja staring at his now nude lower-half. Standing at attention was his throbbing phallus, lacking in both length and girth. The foreskin wrapped around right to the tip and the entire thing was a deep shade of red, the result of being pent-up all day and aching for pleasure. Underneath was Robin's balls, somewhat disproportionally large as if they were full to the brim with his breeding juices.
"Gods, it feels horrible! I can't-" Robin's fingers grabbed at his manhood and started stroking and jerking it, his foreskin pumping along with his fingers. "You see! No matter what I do or what I touch it with, I receive no pleasure! It's been like this since the morning! I don't know how much longer I can go on! Please, just fix it Tharja!"
"Well, if that is an order…"
Pale hands shot out from the cloak that adorned Tharja, her digits grabbing onto the hem by the neck and with one graceful motion threw it back, revealing her form to that sexually debilitated crush that she so desperately yearned for. What was shown had Robin's mouth go agape. He was expecting Tharja's usual lithe form but instead got something much more unexpected.
As his eyes scanned down from that Plegian beauty's head, his sight fixed onto her chest. Where once there was a modest sized bust with a cleavege that the dark mage was more then happy to show off were now a swelled set of udders that push and strained against the fabric of the black bra she always wore. Thick veins of light blue noticably stretched out from her covered teat to bare skin and the valley of her cleavage was far more apparent than before.
Lower down, Tharja's svelt form had even more obscene changes, her previous thin stomach now somewhat poking out with a healthy plump gut and hips that had become thicker then even the most voloptuous of Ylissean dancers, resulting in parts of the sheer black bodysuit straining and tearing around all that sorceress fatty flesh and her golden belt no longer there, instead just a thin black thong at the crotch. Her long and slender legs had a similar sizeable gain with wobbling thick thighs that were nearly touching and practically begging to have the translucent fabric around them ripped by a lustful bastard.
A lustful bastard like Robin, who's burning blade was only getting that much hotter at the sight of this porcelain goddess of breeding.
"W-What have you done to yourself Tharja?! You're… You're…."
Tharja stared down, looking at Robin's manhood bouncing from side to side in agony, knowing exactly how he felt as his eyes didn't turn away from her matronly body. "Perfect? Correct. I've seen the way you've stared at others! Just in one day you stared at Olivia's fat ass over twenty times! Just like your eyes lingered at Maribelles and Sumia's chests when you should have been staring at me! So I decided to experiment with some forbidden magicks. Don't worry, if anyone else but you stares for too long, I'll make sure to deal with them swiftly!"
Tharja bounced forward, her whole fertile body jiggling in tow and shot one hand forward, aiming right for that beaming cock. Two of her fingers pushed out and made contact right at the base of Robin's stiff urethra, pulling upwards just as fast to give that shaft a quick and teasing stroke.
A gasp came from Robin's trembling lips, one different from what Tharja had heard from him before. This was not the exhale of shock at a combatants methods nor from an injury that needed a staff to be healed.
This was a gasp of pleasure.
Robin could feel his knees tremble and somewhat buckle, taking a step back and falling onto his bedding with feet still planted to the hard stone beneath.
"T-T-Tharja! How did you- I just-…." He could barely shout out his surprise.
"Perfect," Tharja spoke with a mischievous tone, "this experiment has been a success! If that didn't work you would be in so much agony! And I don't want anything to happen to my precious tactician!" Tharja took the same fingers and brought them to her lips, her long tongue giving a slow brush against the digits. "This was such a special hex for us. Only my touch can give you pleasure! You're such a darling getting in the perfect position for me…."
Tharja gripped tight onto one of her monstrous mammaries as she gloated in fervor, now towering over the nerve-wracked Robin. "We are going to have so much fun dear..."
Getting right down on her knees, Tharja grabbed at the legs of Robin that were over the side and brought them up with surprising strength so they planted right onto her shoulders and both hands then dug into his somewhat strong thighs. Tilting his head down, Robin could see that gothic beauty so much closer now, the middle of her face partially obscured by his throbbing manhood, so eager to experience again her touch of relief. His throat ran dry, trying his best to speak out against the witchcraft yet his own body was against him.
Robin's face blurred in the background for Tharja, her eyes fixating on a view she had dreamed about for months ever since her cold eyes first spotted that robed tactician in the Plegian deserts. Only inches from her face was that meager shaft, no doubt smaller then the other Shepards, yet the sight of it brought such joy to Tharja. She could appreciate every part of Robin's cock, from the hooded tip that kept the tip inside while erect and the numerous veins bulging out from the strain of sexual frustration. Her gaze dropped to the base where those enlarged balls hung, the skin taut from what was no doubt an effect of her hex. Below them was the short strip of Robin's taint which connected right to his puckered hole, so clean and with barely a hair around it. Tharja instantly found herself infatuated with it and a most sensual thought crossed the perverted mind of the dark mage.
Tharja pushed her face forward until her nose hit Robin's swollen scrotum, features entirely obscured from Robin's visage and exhaled from her lips to push hot air against his orifice. Her hands rubbed his thighs in lurid anticipation, Robin having no idea what Tharja exactly had in mind, his body shaking in need of relief and his hands digging into his bed.
Smooooooch! Smoch! Smooooch!
A wet plap came from between his legs as Tharja's luscious lips made contact and delivered several passionate kisses to the butthole. With each peck made, Tharja could feel the phallus resting on her forehead pulsing with a rage that needed satisfaction as if it was it's own living thing that hated every moment of being teased by this sorceress succubus.
Tharja could hardly believe herself. She always imagined her first kiss with Robin would be his lips meeting her own and yet, of her own free will, was joyously making out with his asshole!
Robin was equally shocked but not at all as jubilant, the smatterings of Tharja's lips serving as another teasing reminder of what he oh so desperately needed to ail his accursed throbbing rod that was making the rest of his body shiver. "Tharja… please! I really can't this take much more!"
The plumpish lips opened up from the kisses it gave, letting out her tongue to push against that heavenly sphincter. Tharja knew just the perfect way to keep her newfound lover on his toes, flicking her mouth muscle around the edge of Robin's hole, then angling it up to press right up against his taint, ending it's journey by weighing his heavy sack upon her tongue. All Robin could do was lean back, trying his hardest to keep his stifiled moans contained, Tharja dropping her head so that her lips were once more level to the asshole. With the left hand firmly gripping to Robin's thigh, Tharja's free hand glided down to that hard cock and wrapped it at the base with her thumb and index. For a moment, she let herself enjoy that feeling of the throbbing pillar on her skin, the poor thing so eager being held and so desperate to experience more.
That tongue continued to dance around the edge of that puckered orifice, another tease to torment Robin some more. Tharja finally decided that now was the time. Pushing her face forward and extending out that pink organ to finally enter into Robin's restless body. It was a tight squeeze of course yet Tharja knew exactly what she needed to do.
Phlap!
Tharja felt a shudder emerge from Robin's body, vibrating and rocking all the way down from his shoulders to his hole. The tip of her tongue was quick to make headway of encouraging that entrance to open up. Rapid clockwise motions spun around from that wet muscle with each rotation letting that tiny bit more of her tongue into Robin's ass. It was just as suffocatingly narrow inside, Tharja feeling those walls as more of her slithering snake got through, her lover's body trembling.
"Tharja…. Fuck…. Fuck….. Oh~" Robin's lips slipped out those words, so deeply embarressed to being pleasured in such a way. It was like music to that dark mage's ears, the lady enchanting that handsome white headed man by having the hand around his throbbing meat tighten. One hard stroke was given all the way to the tip and like a bird's feather in a gentle breeze, it dropped down so slow that Robin was sure to feel in ecstasy.
"FUCK!"
It was all the encouragement she needed to keep stroking.
Sopping with with saliva, the tongue kept going further into the lover, a fine use of the talent she could display with how long the maw muscle was. She had finally got to where her desired treasure was. It was far greater than any prize that had come before, be it a Goetia tome or a perfect level up. No, for now she was certain that by flicking up that pink muscle, she found such a critical weakness to the peerless tactician. His prostate.
Tharja curled the muscle upwards to grind right up against that soft rubber and instantly felt the power she had over her betroth. It was perhaps the most powerful quake from his body yet, vibrating almost uncontrollably with the sorceress feeling it right against her face. Hurridly she had her tongue go back flat and curl again and again and again. It only took a few repetitions that the rhythm of her tongues stimulating Robin's innards that it matched the meter of her delicate hand jerking off his lacking manhood.
"Fuck!Fuck!Fuck!Fuck!" Robin panted out. "Fuck! Tharja. T-That feels so… Ngh~! It feels so gooood~!"
Tharja pulled her face out from that now sweaty ass, her usual beautiful pale looks now noticably red with exercise, her own sweat coming down from the forehead. Her eyes looked down at the fine work she had made, Robin's previously near air-tight starfish now noticably looser and welcoming for any foreign objects.
Objects such as those two slender fingers stretching out from her hand, her arm shooting towards that wet bullseye. It was truly a wise decision to cut her nails earlier that day.
The arrows hit their mark and were quick to burrow within Robin, once more his prostate having to feel beseiged by critical hits. Just as her tongue had done, Tharja's fingers made the same curling motions that sent swells of pleasure throughout. He lent back his head and bit hard on the lip to try and stiffle out those tumultous moans, getting such overpowering sensuality from his lower half that he could feel himself about to blow. Indeed, a slither of pearly goop had already begun to nudge out and slip down his meager shaft and upon the hand that pistoned up and down. He was so close and about too…
...Stop.
Tharja's hand slipped from the top of that final stroke. It lost all contact with that fleshy prick, stopping in the air for just a moment. Just as quickly, it swung down again, Tharja's hand landing and tightly gripping Robin's scrotum. "Oh Robin dear! Did you really think I'd let you have all the fun~?! You aren't allowed to release unless it's inside me!" She held it for a moment, making sure that her dearly beloved was not too blow his sacred load too soon
Tharja used her strength to push Robin up the bed, something he was shocked to find out she had. With the tacticians legs still on her shoulders, Tharja was able to climb up, bend Robin's own knees towards him to get into a most alluring position that she had read in a tome all about lovemaking. The Amazon press.
Robin's sweat covered face looked down, watching his throbbing and tortuously edged shaft so close to that Plegian pussy, covered by the thin black fabric beneath the near bursting at the seams bodysuit she wore. He needed it so much that now he was grabbing under his own thighs as he tried to spread his legs as much as possible for the dark mage to have her way with him.
While it was a dream come true to be on top of the commander, such a position did make it somewhat awkward to try and mate. Her hands fell down to the crotch, grabbing at the fabric and tearing a hole, pushing the cloth underneath to one side to let her cunt out into the open.
The thing she dreamt about ever since that fateful day was about to come true.
Both bodies were shaking with anticipation, their breaths panting heavily already as if the air around them had become difficult to breathe in. Tharja's hand now went to the tip of Robin's shaft and guided it to it's weakness; wide hips shifted so that sword was plumb to her entrance. She slided ever so gently down so that the peak of that head just barely brushed against the wet of her cunt and then…
PLAP!
...slammed down.
"Oh gods! I…. Umpf!~" Robin squeezed out a moan that was impossible for him to try and hide. Tharja was far more eager to let out her own gluttonous howls as the walls of her slit surrounded Robin's cock in sodden flesh. She took a moment to enjoy every bit of Robin in agony, wanting him- no, needing him to beg to allow to blast his precious seed inside her divine body built to be gravid. The feeling of those walls sliding up Robin's cock sent another torrent through his body that had him cursing, louder than the previous exasperations that had him quivering. It went all the way slowly to the top until just his head was inside Tharja, buttocks slamming down once more.
PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!
There was nary a moment of hesitation in Tharja's movements now. She was a woman who knew exactly what she wanted. And what Tharja wanted was underneath her, all for her to control over.
Every bit of that sow's voloptuous body jiggled as she bounced upon her beloved's spire, from squatted thighs to that veiny tits still held together, just barely, by her impressive bra; most of all outside of Robin's shaky peripheral was her massive, sumptuous rear that rippled each time it was pushed down and smacked against Robin's taint area. She wasn't waiting to take it slow and steady. Tharja wanted to give Robin as much obscene pleasure as her fat ass would let her.
"T-T-Tharja p-p-p-pleaaaaase~! I n-need too- AH, AH. Oh gods!~ Let m-me cum!" Robin squealed out in alarm, the pounding he was taking from Tharja's weight having already reached beyond his limit with his balls needing to unleash his load. Such words only encouraged the dark mage to grip onto his sperm-hoarding orbs harder.
"Not yet my beloved~! You need to say the magic words! Be a dear and address me properly~!"
"Nggh- Tharja you- Fuck!~ I-"
"Say it."
"Tharja! I-I-I ...I love you! Fuck! I need to cum so bad! I need to cum inside you Tharja! I need to fucking knock you up!"
Hearing those words coming from Robin's lips lit a fire upon Tharja's soul. A blaze that was far more greater then any inferno that could be summoned with a Bolganone tome! It set her on a fervour for needing to make this moment last longer.
PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!
She didn't want to let go, knowing that as soon as she did that the juncture of passion between them would end with Robin letting loose all that built-up nut. And so, Tharja kept pounding her pussy downwards, swallowing up and out that precious shaft each time. It might have been somewhat paltry in its girth, yet Tharja was getting plenty of delight from that disco stick.
"Oh!Oh!Oh!Oh!Oh!Oh!Oh!Oh!Oh!~! Yes! Yes! Gods Robin! It feels amazing! Oh yes! The hex worked! And it feels so fucking good!"
The pounding got faster, increasing by the moment as Tharja failed to contain her lust. It was a side of her that Robin could barely even comprehend existed within the dark mage. He always knew she was strange and a tad aggressively obsessed with him, but even if he was the sight of her desires, Robin never quite expected for something so torrid to happen! But yet, throughout his jerking around, the fact that Tharja was in complete control of him… he could not deny the pleasure he was under. Robin had no idea if that was the hex, the relief from it or merely his own sub-concious desire for Tharja from the day the Shepherds cross paths with the Plegian on that desert land.
What the Hexer hadn't expected from this was just how fast an unexpected climax was approaching her from Robin's battering ram breaching her fertile slit. Such a thing was, of course, expected when she began to cast spells upon herself to enhance her own ferility – but she hadn't quite foreseen just how quickly she was to cum!
"Oh Robin! You filthy pervert! I've bet you've been dreaming about this since we met in Plegia havn't you! Your dirty, filthy mind was just waiting to make me… Oh! Oh fuck! Oh Robin! I'm ready! Make me yours!"
Tharja finally let loose of the grasp she had upon Robin's sack, instantly letting it begin to pump out his sacred seed.
SPRRRRRRLT! SPLOOOOOOORT! SPLRRRRRRRT!
It was now apparent just how advantageous the side-effects of this racy curse Tharja had inflicted upon Robin was by how much more abundant his sack had become, the dark mage intending for every last glorious drop to be milked out!
SPLRRRRRRRT!SPLRRRRRRRT!SPLRRRRRRRT!SPLRRRRRRRT!SPLRRRRRRRT!SPLRRRRRRRT!SPLRRRRRRRT!SPLRRRRRRRT!
Tharja could feel every eruption blasting out of the tip of Robin's cock, each burst of that warm white liquid filling her up and making that short fuckrod throb inside much to her lustful glee. She slammed down once more, fingers digging deep into Robin and letting out a gluttonous moan that would be heard by someone in the castle – not that she cared even one bit about that. In unison, the last rope of sticky seed shot out into Tharja's body, both beginning to hold themselves, each trying to catch their breath.
Finally, Tharja pushed Robin's legs to her sides, letting her upper-body collapse her body on top of Robin, while her lower half stayed still and let Robin's phallus stay inside her, the curse now finally broken. Robin was so utterly drained and trying his best to catch his breath that the relief of his blood no longer pumping into his cock hadn't yet set in, rather the weight of Tharja's fat jugs and her arms wrapping to him was not what he felt most. The energy was drained from both of them.
Thaja had her eyes shut and trying her best to recover some energy. A faint whisper met her eye from the spent warrior that had just filled her with his seed.
"Tharja… marry me..."