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                The Hotrealm. A magical, tropical paradise beyond time and space where the sea is always calm, the air is just the right amount of hot to be pleasant but not unbearable, and the people are always scantily clad. A truly perfect world open to anyone from anywhere or any-when that can find it, or more often than not able to pay someone who can. Four such individuals who took the latter route were Exalt Chrom, Queen Sumia, Grand Tactician Robin, and Robin’s Wife Tharja from the Kingdom of Ylisse. Well, one of the multiple time-copies of it the Hotrealm connected to. This Tharja actually had a royal title in her world; Court Master of the Dark Arts. She just cherished “Robin’s Wife” as a title far more, so that is how she appeared on the guest registration.

                “You know I’ve never had a Tharja that didn’t use that title,” Anna remarked as she checked off the four on her clipboard. They were noted down as “Party of 4 from WA-Y ver JR-16. The usual suspects.”

                “See darling,” Tharja cooed as she rubbed and squeezed herself on her husband. “There is no world or time where you and I are apart.” She smiled her dreamy, fulfilled smile she only showed towards him. To all onlookers she was covered entirely in a long black cloak. An extended and wider version of the cloak she wore with her normal dark mage uniform. The only part of her outfit looking to fit in at the beach being the brightly colored flowers she kept in her tiara. To anyone else she looked the opposite of beach ready, but she had pulled Robin’s arm in and he could feel the difference.

                He could feel her hot, wet breasts in her tight red bikini wrap around his arm. Her lithe fingers dancing up and down his arm in a pattern he had become exceptionally familiar with since their honeymoon. He could feel her dragging him and his arm lower. Causing him to hunch slightly as she not so subtly begged signaled for him to stick his fingers in her hot box beneath her red bikini. For the sake of not exposing the growing erection in his pants he ashamedly coughed “Well I’m sure not EVERY timeline is the same.”

                “Oh yes, in fact I can already tell you guys are a statistical anomaly,” Anna cut in.

                “What?” Tharja stared daggers at the check-in hostess.

                Anna had dealt with many Tharjas in her day so she answered flatly and with her normal saleswoman cheer. “Most Tharjas who come here with Robins come without the Robins knowledge, and few of those who do aren’t his lawfully wedded wife.”

                “Why’d you phrase it like that?” cut in Chrom. He wasn’t the brightest, so overly specific or formal speech tended to go over his head. Written and spoken diplomacy were the duties of his tactician and his wife, respectively. Chrom mainly focused on “physical diplomacy” as his allies in Ferox affectionately put it, and Tharja sarcastically put it.

                “I think it’s to imply that there are other types of wives in other worlds, Chrom dear,” Queen Sumia surmised. The gentile, if a bit clumsy, was fully presenting as beach ready. Though her soft face was hidden in the shade of a wide-brim straw hat her body was on full display. Her soft CC breasts jiggling softly in the breeze with only a thin cloth of purple and a ring of five jewels in the center holding them in place. A lifelong pegasus knight and now mother of one she wasn’t the most athletic woman and therefore had a bit of pudge to her belly. Which just made the shear width of her hips all the more impressive. Even hidden behind a simple beige skirt the round immensity of her rear was plain to see. Showing all how she lived up to the title of “Queen Mother.” She had her left arm entwined with Chrom’s right. A much more chaste form of displaying affection than the attempt at a public finger-bang Tharja was going for with Robin.

                “That is certainly one way to put it, your majesty,” Anna nodded in the Queen’s direction.

                “What’s the normal way to put it?” demanded Tharja.

                “Honey, please,” Robin begged.

                “Side hoes,” Anna answered.

                “What?!” exclaimed Robin.

                “Oh dear me,” Sumia gasped.

                “Do I get any side hoes?” asked Chrom.

                “CHROM!” shouted Robin and Sumia.

                “What? It’s an honest question,” Chrom defended. “You guys are always telling me I have to learn stuff about the world to be a better leader.”

                “Asking if a version of you in another universe is cheating on is wife is not knowledge necessary to being a good ruler, Chrom,” his tactician tried to correct him.

                Tharja, who had been thinking on Anna’s answer through this exchange spoke up. “I can work with that.”

                “Th-tharja!” quickly exclaimed a now exasperated Robin. “Wh-what…” Robin suddenly leaned in close. “What do you mean by that?” he whispered in her ear.

                “Oh just the thrill of imagining you conquer and claim another woman like a sexual beast turns me on,” she openly teased him.

                “Oh-oh… you mean me…” Tharja noticed the shift in her husband’s demeanor. When he whispered in her ear before she could feel the anticipation on his breath. She had been with him long enough to hear from the pitch of his throat that he was getting turned on, and she could also tell that that sexual thrill had suddenly left his voice as he pulled away. He coughed. “Ah, no. I wouldn’t do that to you, my love. You’re the only woman for THIS man.”

                She could see him beaming with genuine love for her in his voice as he said that. It made her happy to hear his adoration for her, but at the same time she was still confused. She knew he was sexually excited at hearing her response to the prospect of a harem. ‘Or maybe,’ Tharja thought to herself. ‘That was not the infidelity he was thinking of…’

                “I love you too, Robin,” Tharja smiled “normally,” as she called it, at her husband. Robin found it adorable. Chrom and Sumia still weren’t quite used to it. Anna made a note on a checklist before quickly hiding it under the normal registration papers again. She coughed to get their attention again.

                “If that is all for the non-sequiturs,” Anna reached under the desk and produced four keys. “You’re all checked in. Here are the keys to your rooms.” Each member of the group took a key. Chrom and Sumia were in suite 12, while Robin and Tharja were in suite 14.

                “Hey!” Tharja exclaimed after inspecting the number on her key. The shaking of her hand revealed some of her sensual body beneath the robe, though it was nothing Anna hadn’t seen before. “I asked for the thirteenth suite! It’s our lucky number.”

                “You say that every time,” Anna grumbled, but then louder said. “This is a hotel. We don’t have anything labeled with 13 here.”

                “Why?” asked Chrom.

                “Actually an appropriate question this time,” Anna smiled at him the way only a salesperson that’s been asked the same question multiple times a day for the majority of her life could smile. “But we don’t know either,” she shrugged. “Something something superstition. You know how real estate types get.”

                “…Do I?” Chrom asked Robin.

                “Actually, yes you do,” Robin nodded. “Those lord meetings you sleep through are all land disputes. Otherwise known as real estate.”

                “Oh.” Chrom stood in realization.

                “Enjoy your stay at the Anna Family Resort and Spa,” Anna smiled as she desperately motioned for them to leave so she could get to the next guest.

                “Wait, I thought this place was called the Hot-“

                “THANK YOU, Anna!” Robin and Sumia interrupted Chrom’s question as they dragged him away towards the beach.

                Anna politely waived till they were out of sight and then sighed. “Oy, that group doesn’t get any easier to deal with no matter where they come from.” She composed herself and readied to officially greet the next guest. “Sorry to keep you waiting, sir,” she smiled as the next patron approached her desk. “Party of one?”

                “Oh it was no problem to me ma’am,” the short man chuckled. His youthful face and short stature would make most think he was a decade less than his real age, but Anna had interacted with enough of him to know at glance that Ricken was more than met the eye. This one was shirtless, had a flat top version of his signature mages cap, wore sunglasses, and had a wide stance in the way he walked with his board shorts. “Truth be told I was very much enjoying the view from down here,” he giggled as he pulled his small suitcase behind him.

                As Anna looked down at the youthful looking man she noticed the way the light caught on his left leg. There was a bulge running down it. She then remembered that Ricken’s short height put him eye level with most women’s rears. ‘Oh, it’s gonna be one of those weekends. Isn’t it?’

                “What is your reservation number, sir?” Anna smiled through her disgust. Not that she held any personal animosity to the type of client she could already tell Ricken was. She just dreaded the clean-up.

                “World FF-711,” Ricken proudly declared.

                “Oh, so you’re a returning client?” Anna arched her eye-brow before dipping below to pull out his reservation. Filing away the previous four’s while she was at it. She had an excellent memory for different clients. Even those that were exact copies of other clients, but she had never seen Ricken quite like the one in front of her.

                “Not to this resort, no,” he took his sunglasses off as he answered her question. “But I do get around,” he finished with a predatory smirk.

                Anna shivered at the glint in his eyes. She had worked in the service industry long enough to have seen that look more times than she could count, and that was pretty high given she could name every type and amount of each coin in the resorts vault, but she would never get used to that look. She knew what it meant. It meant this man, this monster really, Ricken was here for one thing and one thing only. He was here to fuck, and he knew the two married women he was going smash into the resort’s beds. And floors, and walls, and any appliance or piece of furniture he could bend them over.

                Again, Anna had no problem personally with people following their carnal and hedonistic desires. Why else would anyone come to place where the richest and sexiest people in multiverse were practically naked at all times? She just knew the clean-up would be a total disaster scene. “Is that so, sir?”

                “Oh yeah, there was this one time I went to this Eliyos place, and this dragon lady, Zephia-“

                “STOP!” Anna halted him before he could finish making his doggy style gesture. “I’m sorry. I can’t keep the act up,” Anna shamed herself for breaking sales etiquette. “But I’ve heard those types of stories more times than I can count, and I’d like to be able to look my other customers in the eyes today.”

                “Eh, suit yourself,” the shota-esque adult shrugged. He reached into a pocket on his suitcase and pulled out a small coin purse. “Here’s the entry deposit.”

                Ricken tossed the bag up onto the desk where it was caught by Anna. She quickly judged the weight of the sack. Opened it to confirm the type of coin, and quickly counted it as sufficient for entry into the resort. “Very good, sir.” She emptied the contents into a chest under her desk, and produced Ricken’s room key. “Here is your room key, sir,” though if his visit went to plan she doubted he’d ever use it for anything beyond stashing his suitcase.

                “Thanks, babe,” he said as he took the key.

                “Please never call me that again.”

                “I’m sure you hear it a lot.”

                “You have no idea,” Anna sighed as the walking sex object left the lobby. Already on the hunt for two juicy married women to fuck and conquer. “I miss Jake…” she sighed again.

***

                With nothing scheduled till the next day, the two couples had agreed to spend their first day at the resort simply lounging on the beach. Drinking in the warmth and rays of the Hotrealm. The girls had laid themselves out on towels with vacant ones that would be for their husbands. Tharja’s cloak had been draped on a post nearby. Fully and finally revealing her luscious body to the warm open air. Despite growing up in a dessert Tharja’s pale complexion was as much a signature of her beauty as her wide hips and full breasts. She had yet to give birth to either of her and Robin’s prophesized daughters so she relished in her figure being more pristine than her contemporary. She dreamed of teasing the boys on the beach with shakes and struts of her hips as she leaned on Robin. ‘Sorry boys. This booty already has a captain to plunder it,’ she would giggle at her own private joke. At least she would have if on the way over almost every man, and some women, they passed hadn’t been starring at Sumia’s tried and tested child bearing hips. Now she was in more of hurry than ever to bring their first daughter into the world. She didn’t like her Robin having second best of anything to that oaf Chrom, and that meant she HAD to be the perfect image of beauty and fertility. In typical Tharja fashion, she was going to be as unsubtle about this as possible.

Robin was putting in a parasol back between the two women’s heads. “There. Even in a magical place like this, you can’t be getting too much sun,” he proclaimed as his wife batted at the dangling tie of trunks like a cat. A very horny cat.

                “I know what pole I’d like to stick into me,” she teased him. Causing his skin to look as though he had spent several days on the beach already.

                “Th-tharja,” Robin chastised her while failing to keep his cool. “We have plenty of time for that later. When we AREN’T right next to my best friend/boss’ wife who also has the authority to fire me or worse?” Robin nudged in Queen Sumia’s direction.

                “Oh it doesn’t bother me none,” Sumia replied without even looking up from her book. Typically she had loved to read romance novels in her off-time, but at the moment she was reading something she had picked up from a store called Hee-Hoo Mart they passed on the way from their rooms to the beach. The book was titled “Sexual Power Dynamics in Politics: How to be Both a Leader in Diplomacy and the Bedroom.” “Chrom and I have recently been trying out some freaky stuff of our own.”

                “I’m sorry, what?” blinked Robin.

                “OOOOOO~” Tharja let out an uncharacteristically cheery and dare say, girlish squeal at Sumia’s declaration. It frightened Robin. “Sumia that is the first interesting thing you’ve ever said, and I can’t believe I’m saying this, but tell me MORE!” The mistress of back-handed compliments rolled over from her back onto her chest. Squishing her prestigious breasts into the towel as she turned to the queen like a gossipy teenager at a sleep-over. ‘What better way to beat the best than to steal her moves,’ Tharja thought wickedly behind a fake smile.

                “I-I’d rather not,” Robin stammered. Tharja looked up disapprovingly at her husband, but before his red face, from her angle below him she could easily see that he was starting to get an erection.

                She smiled assuming he must not want any future surprises spoiled. “Oh, don’t be such a wet blanket, dear husband.” Tharja loved to moan the last two words. She sat up on her legs. Pushing her breasts between her arms as she took on her favorite begging pose. “How about you leave us to our girl talk, and you go make sure his majesty-“

                Tharja led their eyes to look out at the ocean where all three of them saw Chrom trying out a surfboard he had picked up at the Hee-Hoo mart.

                “W-whoa! WHOA!”

                Where all three of them saw Chrom wiping out on a surfboard he had picked up at the Hee-Hoo mart.

                “Doesn’t get himself killed,” Tharja flatly finished her sentence.

                “Yeah, that’s probably a good idea,” Robin sucked air through his teeth before running off. “Chrom! I hope you remembered your floaties this time!” he shouted as he ran off.

                Tharja smiled at her husband until she was sure he was out of ear shot, but then turned to Sumia to ask. “Seriously, what the hell do you see in him?”

                “Robin?”

                “No, not my husband. I already know he’s perfect,” Tharja clumsily readjusted herself to be sitting flatly on her towel. Even when scowling and sitting as frumply as a grouchy teenager at a family gathering she didn’t want to be at the rolls and curves of Tharja’s body were a sight to behold. Sunlight reflecting off her pale legs and bright black nail polish. The heat creating beads of sweat to dance down her cleavage and stomach. “I meant Chrom. How can you find anything appealing about that lump of stupid we call a King?”

                “Well, first off,” Sumia pushed herself off her back to be sitting at the same height as Tharja. Only instead of hunching over Sumia held herself up straight. Proudly displaying the curve of her back connecting her royal rear to her royal front. She corrected her hat, and continued. “He’s not a ‘King.’ He’s the Exalt.”

                “Eh, same difference. I’m not from your country. All those different fancy titles all mean the same thing back in Plegia; target practice.” She smiled wickedly at her dark joke.

                “Well you can take the savage out of the dessert, but you can’t take the dessert out of the savage I suppose,” Sumia bit back.

                “Oooo~” Tharja chortled while poking at Sumia’s chubby belly. She should’ve objected, but ever since her pregnancy with Lucina she had developed a secret thrill at the feeling of others touching her stomach. “I’m starting to like you, Queen Clutz, but back to my question.”

                “Chrom may not… be the brightest, but he has a big heart. And big muscles, and a big…” Sumia’s face lit up with a smirk. Unable to say the last word without giggling. “You know?”

                “Robin’s is bigger.”

                “How would you know?”

                “Cause Robin’s the best at everything.”

                “Oh come now, Tharja,” the Queen chastised her court magician. “I’m addicted to romance novels, and even I’m not that blindly devoted. I love husband, but I know he has his… weaknesses.”

                “You wanna fight, Ocean!” Chrom could be heard screaming. “You think you’re better than the man who took down three mad kings and a dragon?”

                “Chrom, please. It’s ocean it’s not alive,” Robin tried to hold the man back as he wielded his board like a claymore at the water.

                “Not for long it isn’t! TIME TO CHANGE FATE!”

                Sumia winced at the spectacle her beloved was making. “And I’m sure Robin has his problems too,” she tried to pivot back.

                “Oh hell no, you are not throwing this back at me. You don’t see me reading trashy advice books like that, do you?”

                “And yet you want to know what I’ve learned from it regardless?”

                “!” Tharja was caught off guard by Sumia’s quick return fire. She was honestly impressed. For ages she had considered the Pegasus knight a warrior in title only. A soft doormat of a woman who existed as little more than passable arm candy on Chrom’s arm in public, and an extra hand to reign in her husband’s stupid antics when Robin wasn’t around to do so. Yet here she was keeping pace with, and then surpassing the master of sardonic magic at her own manipulative game. Tharja sighed resigning herself because she might as well stop trying to run from the truth anymore. She still needed to work up the courage to admit it out loud.

                “We’ve… been having trouble… conceiving,” Tharja croaked out after some moments. She turned away from the queen in shame. Sumia gasped as she saw tears begin to trickle down Tharja’s face.

                “Oh, Tharja.” She marked her place in her book, set it down, and shuffled over on her knees to put a comforting hand on the witch’s shoulder. “I’m so sorry to hear that.”

                “What’s the point of having this damned hips if I can’t even give Robin a child?” Tharja’s voice began to raise in volume as she chastised herself. “I know it’s possible! I have proof of it twice over back home. So why!” She grabbed the sides of her midsection. Grabbing at the rough location of her uterus and fallopian tubes. “Why won’t these damn things WORK!” she sobbed in anger.

                “Tharja, honey,” Sumia held onto the mage now. The normally adverse mage didn’t fight back. She too focused on shaking in rage at her own perceived ineptitude to fight back. “It’s not your fault, and it’s not Robin’s either,” she quickly cut Tharja off before she could protest. “The kids all came back at different times. Look at Laurent. He hasn’t been born yet, but the one that we do have is older than the Lucina from the future.” Both women had to stop for a second and process the logic of the sentence Sumia just said. They gave up after a moment as they needed a blackboard the last time Miriel tried to explain it. “The point is, just because you’re having troubles now, doesn’t mean either of you is doing anything wrong. It just means now isn’t the time for you two to welcome Noire into the world yet.”

                The words hit home, and Tharja stopped shaking. She calmed herself, and turned to Sumia with an earnest smile. It didn’t really look like one, and most passersby would actually think Tharja was scowling at Sumia, but Sumia did know Tharja and she knew what her smile looked like for anyone that wasn’t her Robin. “Thank you, Sumia.”

                “You are most welcome, Tharja.”

                “Okay, I told you mine, now you tell me what stupid thing Chrom is doing to make you think you need the fuck-book!” Tharja changed on a dime from a pathetic woman, back to her conniving self.

                “Well if you must know-“ Sumia picked up the book.

                “I must. Yes”

                “It’s because Chrom has seemingly become… disinterested in intimacy. He seems distracted in the bedroom, so I’m hoping to spice up things in the bedroom to… you know? Get my rocks off?”

                “A commendable effort, but I’m pretty sure a set of jangling keys will distract that man.”

                “I already tried that,” Sumia laughed at her joke, and Tharja did the same. It was a beautiful sight to see the two women getting along so well now, but their husbands didn’t see that. Robin was pulling Chrom out of a giant shell he had gotten stuck in. One man, however did see them.

                “Well ain’t that a lovely sight?” interrupted a new, masculine voice. The women stopped laughing as they registered the voice. It sounded familiar and yet different. Distinctly deeper and more authoritative. “It is really rare to see the two of you getting along.”

                They turned to the source of the voice. “Ricken?” the two women said in surprise simultaneously. Ricken was approaching them with two phallic looking ice creams. Both vanilla, and therefore white in color. He smiled to hear them say his name so loudly. Eventually they’d be screaming it.

                “Nice to see you lovely ladies recognize me without my hat,” he smiled as he approached. “Suck-pop?” he held his hands out to offer them the ice cream.

                “Excuse me?” Tharja scowled at his obvious, and out of character double entendre.

                “Oh, sorry. I meant ice cream,” he covered with well tested practice. “Always forget my timeline’s the only one that calls these that. That must mean you aren’t my Tharja and Sumia.” Of course they weren’t. He already knew where his Sumia and Tharja were.”

                “And therefore you aren’t our Ricken,” Tharja continued to scowl. “I wouldn’t take those things Sumia. We have no idea if he can be trusted.” She kept her eyes set on Ricken, but this wasn’t the first time one of his targets had been suspicious of his motivations. It helped that it was usually Tharja that needed the extra convincing. Making practice all the more easier. So he just continued to smile.

                “Oh come now, Tharja,” the Queen waived her off as she took the ice pop. “It’s Ricken, and we’re at the beach. A public beach. If he was going to try something, why do it out here in full view of everyone, and our husbands who could kill him if does try anything?”

                Tharja glanced back over at Robin and Chrom. Chrom had freed himself by destroying the shell from within. Robin had his hand on the man’s back as he panted for air from the exhaustion. Doing so she missed the menacing twinkle that danced across Ricken’s eyes when he saw Sumia take the first like of her ice cream. He had to avert his eyes lest he start growing an erection. Sumia knew how to use her tongue in every timeline.

                “MM!” Sumia moaned in excitement around the treat she was sucking on. “Tharja you really should try the ice cream,” Sumia admonished after taking it out of her mouth with a *POP*.

                “Sumia!” Without thinking she smacked the ice cream out of Sumia’s hand and onto the beach. “Who knows what sort of drugs or enchantments this man could have put on those!” Tharja chastised the queen.

                “I assure you ladies,” Ricken reached into his back pocket and revealed the wrappers the ice creams had come in. “They are perfectly normal vanilla Hee-Hoo pops. I got them from the stand over there.” He pointed over his shoulder.

                “That were out of their wrappers and therefore easily could have been tampered with before you presented them to us.” Tharja stood up and stepped over Sumia to look down at the short man. Not that Ricken minded her getting so close to him. It put him right underneath her hanging chest.

                “Tharja, please,” Sumia stood up next to her. Placing her breasts above Ricken’s head as well. “How could he possibly do that when both his hands were occupied by holding the ice creams?”

                “There are 147 incantations and/or hexes that can be placed on food or other objects with spoken word alone so long as the caster is holding onto the object,” Tharja explained without breaking eye contact with the diminutive pervert.

                “Actually there’s 356 across the known multiverse,” Ricken smugly corrected.

                “Even more reason to not trust anything you give us.”

                “Ricken?” cut in Robin’s voice. The three turned to look at him and Chrom approaching back from the water. Robin had Chrom slung over his shoulder. “What a nice surprise to see you here.”

                “Chrom!” Sumia gasped in shock. She jogged over to her husband. Ricken enjoyed watching her body bounce as she ran to him. The clap of rear cheeks. The swing of her breasts, and the jiggle that danced across her out of shape mid-section.

                “Oh don’t worry, Sumia,” Robin said calmly. “He’s just tuckered himself out. Isn’t that right Chrom,” he asked his best friend with a shake of his shoulder to wake him up.

                “Ocean cheats. Please nerf giant clams.”

                “See? Just tired,” Robin shrugged as the galoot dipped his head again.

                “Oh! Ice cream!” Suddenly Chrom was in high spirits again as ducked down off Robin to pick up the ice cream Tharja had knocked from Sumia’s hands. Suddenly able to hold himself up by his own weight again, he gleefully stood up.

                “Elwind!” Only for Robin to blast it out of his hand with magic. Not powerful enough to knock over the mountain man, but enough to send the Ice cream far enough away that he couldn’t find it again.

                “But Robiii~iiin” he whined. “’Floor ice cream gives you health!’”  

                “Sand is not floor!”

                “You married this guy?” both Tharja and Ricken leaned in to Sumia.

                Sumia just rolled her eyes, and took the other ice cream from Ricken. “Here, Chrom. You can have this one.” Ricken looked offended as she offered him what was supposed to be Tharja’s ice cream.

                “Ice Cream!” he cheered.

                “Not that one.” As a much more practiced and specialized magic user, Tharja was able to knock the ice cream away with an elwind without a formal invocation. “We don’t know where it’s been.”

                “Awwww….” Chrom sighed.

                “I told you I just got it from the stand over there,” Ricken gestured again.

                “Then we’ll all go get some ice cream,” Sumia declared. Ricken smiled. “All five of us,” the Queen said in Tharja’s direction. This was meant to calm the witch’s nerves, but it threw a wrench into Ricken’s plans. He had to restrain himself from visibly scowling.

                “What about our stuff?” it was Chrom who unexpectedly piped up to save Ricken’s plan. “Someone could come buy and steal it.”

                “Chrom, this is an exclusive resort in a hidden pocket of reality. They don’t let just anyone in. Especially not anyone that would want to steal a couple beach towels and an umbrella,” Robin pointed out.

                “But it does get very WINDY here all of a sudden sometimes.” Conveniently for Ricken, there was a pink-haired woman in what all five observed to be a maid themed swimsuit chasing a basket down the beach behind them.

                “Wait! Come bac-“ she tried to beg before tripping and falling on her face in the sand.

                “That is… a fair point,” Robin hesitated to admit. “Okay, Chrom. You stay here and watch the things,” he said with a re-assuring pat on his friend’s shoulder. To which Chrom responded with an excited, puppy-like nod.

                “But who’s gonna watch him?” asked the two women and the pervert trying to fuck them.

                “…I will,” Robin sighed as he relented again.

                “Wouldn’t you know it though?” Ricken pulled out his empty pockets. “I only had enough money on me for just the two ice creams,” he shrugged with mock shame. To which Tharja arched an eyebrow.

                “How inconvenient,” Tharja sarcastically replied. Folding her arms under her breasts and making them bounce in her bikini. This caused a chain reaction that Robin was quick to pick up on.

                One; he saw Ricken’s eyes bounce with the path of Tharja’s meaty tits. Two; he noticed how Ricken’s pants seemed to slight swell which he tried to cover up by widening his stance. Three; he saw him lick his lips. The air on the beach was very dry so it could be excused as him just trying to wet his lips, but it wasn’t arid enough to necessitate that in a healthy adult male, which going by his muscle definition Ricken most certainly was. Robin was a famed tactician for a reason. For his ability to read his enemy in a language they didn’t know they were speaking, and Robin knew exactly what Ricken was saying loud and clear even if he thought he wasn’t saying anything.

                ‘I want to fuck these women,’ Ricken said, and Robin listened.

                “H-here,” Robin rushed over to the bags and pulled out his wallet. “You can use my money to pay for the ice cream. I trust you to p-pay me back later, Ricken.” He offered it to the shorter man.

                “Much obliged, Rob-“

                “Robin,” Tharja knelt down next to her husband. Stopping Ricken from taking the wallet, but presenting him with a nice view of her cheeks swallowing up her red bikini. Something he was unable to tear his eyes away from. “Are you feeling alright, husband? You seem to be shaking like a leaf all of a sudden,” Tharja asked.

                Robin’s eyes darted to Ricken, where he followed the young man’s eye line directly to his wife’s plump cheeks. Tharja only saw his eyes darting around. He swallowed a lump in his throat. “I’m fine Tharja. Just a bit excited is all.”

                “Excited?” Tharja raised an eyebrow, but then she saw where he was looking. Over her shoulder. At Ricken. She then became extremely conscious of the fact that her swim suit had written up on her. “!” What he had said in the lobby finally clicked for her. “Robin, you don’t mean-?”

                “Here you go, Ricken!” Robin interrupted her. Tossing the wallet over her shoulder. Ricken caught the wallet in one hand. Never taking his eyes off Tharja’s rear. “Go nuts. Get a little extra cream with the ice for yourself, ha ha,” Robin clumsily joked. Standing up awkwardly in a way that Tharja recognized as hide an erection. Tharja stood up as well. A look of confused concern on her face.

                “Extra cream? That’s a thing?” Chrom took the double entendre literally.

                “I don’t think it is, honey,” Sumia tried to correct. Missing the widening eyes of realization on Ricken’s face.

                “Oh, I know what he means,” Ricken smirked before turning to the two royals. “They got these jumbo popsicles that are really popular with the ladies around here. I know where to get them, but the stand is a little farther away from here.” Ricken scratched his chin. A dirty little idea dancing across his mind. “Oh, while we’re there we can get sun screen for you lovely ladies too!”

                “Sun screen?” asked Chrom. Looking at the parasol.

                “Oh!” Smia exclaimed. “I think I know what he means. It’s this off-white cream that you rub on your skin that’s supposed to make it impervious to sunburn.” She then noticed that her four syllable word had tripped up her husband. “It makes it so the sun can’t hurt you.”

                “THE SUN IS ATTACKING MY WIFE!” Many things could be said of Chrom’s intelligence. Most of them bad, but one thing that couldn’t be understated was his genuine love and caring protection for his family and friends. He jumped up and swung at the sun. “Yeah, I can’t hit that from here. Robin?”

                “I am not destroying the sun, Chrom.”

                “Then you two need to get sun cream! And Ice screen!!” Chrom began to push the trio away.

                “Don’t worry, your majesty,” Ricken said as he and the ladies left. Dipping back behind them to waive good-bye to the two husbands. “I’ll make sure your wife is well covered in cream!” He darkly chuckled to himself as he stayed behind the two ladies. So he could watch their hips swing back and forth.

***

                The three did head to a stand that purported to have jumbo sized ice pops. As the stood in line Tharja was fidgeting and uneasy. Ricken saw this, and he knew that she knew that he knew the same thing about her husband that she had just learned. Partway through the line, around a bend where Tharja’s rear couldn’t be seen Ricken made his move on his first target.

                *SMACK!*

                “Ah!” It was Sumia who jumped.

                “Sorry for the loud noise, you majesty,” Ricken tipped his hat. Hidden behind it from Sumia’s view was his hand still grabbing and squeezing at Tharja’s cheeks. “I saw this big mosquito on Tharja. So I slapped it for her.”

                “Y-yeah. Thank you, Ricken,” Tharja choked out to cover his lie for her. She had figured he would try something like this once all the pieces dropped into place. She had only hoped he wouldn’t do it any place to publicly. If only for her nerves. Tharja loved Robin, and Robin alone. She would do anything for him, debase herself however he liked. It was for him that she wore her shameless red bikini that was now being mauled by the hands of another man. Her flesh being sullied by the touch of another man was revolting to her, but she knew Robin better than he knew himself and the signs he had presented earlier were too obvious to ignore. This is what Robin wanted. For her to be gawked at, fondled, and defiled by another man.

                This was what he wanted?

                “Tharja, are you okay?” asked Sumia. Still not noticing the hand of Ricken connected to Tharja’s backside. “You’re looking awfully red again.”

                “I-I’m fine Sumia,” Tharja stammered as Ricken massaged her body. He moved from the cheek closest to him to her opposite. Giving it the same treatment. Squeezing it. Rotating it. Fondling and shaping Tharja’s body as he desired. Tharja hated to admit that Robin had never treated her this way in bed. He had never taken her as an object to be used and abused for his pleasure. This rough, possessive fondling of her feminine bounty is what Tharja’s body craved on a carnal level. She hated that it wasn’t Robin, but her body couldn’t deny that Ricken was doing exactly as it and he wanted to do with her. She could fell herself beginning to drip. “Just a little thirsty in is all.”

                “The line is moving oddly slowly,” Sumia noted. She looked up at the front and saw that there were two women in the booth. One, a trainee from the looks of it, was a girl with pink hair that looked oddly familiar to Sumia. The poor girl was apologizing to the most recent customer. Again. Anna the Manager could only shake her head in shame. “I think we passed a stand with water some yards back. One with a quicker line. Go get some water Tharja. Ricken and I will hold the place in line.”

                “I should go with her,” Ricken added. “She may pass out from the heat before she gets there.”

                “Tharja’s an adult woman from a desert nation, Ricken,” Sumia pointed out. “And this place is magically enchanted so that it doesn’t get to unbearable for anyone. She’ll be fine on her own for a bit.”

                “No, he’s right,” Tharja disagreed. Much to Sumia’s surprise “It’s better to have someone more familiar with this particular… layout.” Tharja had to search for the right word. She knew beaches, and the external heat really was nothing to her, but the build-up of internal heat from him just playing from her ass, coupled with the fact that she knew this what her Robin wanted, meant she was getting anxious to just get it out of the way. She had never been to a resort before, but Ricken certainly carried himself like a man of the world. A man of the four-foot world. “I didn’t see the stand, but Ricken may know how to find it. You hold the place in line for now. We’ll…” Ricken gave one last dig at the valley of her cheeks before letting his hand fall. “Be right back.”

                With that Ricken lifted the chain in the cue, and motioned Tharja to duck under it. She knew he was only playing “ladies first” so he could look at her ass still. He then walked under after her. “Be back in a bit, your majesty.” The two then set off in the direction of some beach rocks.

                “Wait the stand is-“

                *CRASH!*

                “Oh no, not again…” the poor girl at the counter moaned. Cutting off Sumia’s warning. The two were already stepping away at a quick pace.

                “Oh well, I’m sure Ricken knows this place well enough. He seems to have been here before,” Sumia thought allowed before turning and going back to waiting in line. Randomly, and with no known reason, Sumia wished that she had gotten a mosquito to bite her instead of Tharja.

                “Where did that come from…?”

                The moment they were out of sight behind the rocks Ricken was upon Tharja. Throwing her up and onto the sloping rocks. “Not so forcefu-CK!” she tried to chastised him but in a blink he had her bikini pulled aside and his upper lips on her lower. He didn’t even need to get on his knees. With his short height and her thrown up onto the ledge he just needed to lean forward slightly and his face was drowning in her muff. “Oh, GAWDS!?!” she trilled as his tongue brought upon a mini-orgasm within seconds.

                “Thanks for shaving before,” Ricken winked as he lifted his head up. He kept his hands cupping Tharja’s cheeks from the side as her hips were still convulsing.

                “I didn’t shave for YOU,” Tharja spat back with venom.

                “I’ve gone down on plenty of Tharja’s,” Ricken ignored. “And let me tell you, that jungle you grow down there is a pain to navigate. Not mention I’m picking hair out of my teeth for DAYS after.”

                “You disgust me.”

                “Harsh words cumming from a woman with cock on her face.”

                “What do-“ Quick as a flash once more Ricken had pulled Tharja onto the sand. Dropping her onto her hands and knees, and once she looked up before she could curse him again he had dropped his short and laid out on her forehead with a loud-

                *WAP!*

                A cock of truly mighty proportions. Despite, or perhaps because of Ricken’s short stature and youthful good looks all of his masculinity had been pumped into his cock. Which was now pumping full of blood as it rested on the flesh of a new, fertile woman to conquer. Tharja could feel it getting hotter and heavier on her face and let it sit there in stunned shock. The powerful musk of it alone would be enough to bring most women to pause, but Tharja got to feel the raw majesty of it burning and pulsing upon her flesh. It was already bigger than Robin’s, and it wasn’t even fully erect.

                “Suck.”

                Not wanting to drag things out for longer than necessary, she told herself in some part of her mind, Tharja obediently licked her tongue up the underside of his shaft. Starting from the base and working her way to the top. She circled her way around his crown before taking it fully into her mouth. She could feel it still expanding in her mouth as she began sucking it. Her head didn’t move at all, but as he swelled to his full mast his cock was crawling to the back of her throat on its own. This was a technique she had learned from a certain lewrid book she had taken from Cordelia during the war. One that she had learned in hopes of pleasing Robin. It had escaped her mind at that point that she hadn’t actually gotten a chance to use the technique on Robin yet.

                “Figured it was best to get this out of the way. Before Sumia BLOWS you out of the water again,” Ricken laughed at his own pun. Tharja was about to protest, but his surprisingly strong hands kept her head in place. Not shoving her balls deep on his cock yet, but keeping her gagged while he explained. “Yeah, I’ve been with the pair of you before. Other versions from different timelines. When you get around as much as I have you begin to notice peculiar patterns.”

                He was now gyrating his hips in a counter-clockwise motion. Tharja struggled and tried to scream as his cock scrapped her tonsils and esophagus. Searing the flavor of his man meat onto parts of her mouth that had never tasted anything but her own spit before.

                “For one, Sumia always gives the BEST head,” Ricken continued his boasting. “Sully is always ticklish, but I’ve yet to see it in the same place twice. Panne REQUIRES scratches behind the ear.” He bunched up her hair in his fists. Her eyes beginning to dart back and forth in panic. “Cherche likes to take it slow and gentle, but you…”Tharja didn’t like that smirk. “You like it ROUGH!”

                With her hair bunched like handle bars he rammed his fully erect cock down Tharja’s gullet. Her eyes watered as he battered her stomach with his sausage. His heavy nuts slapping against her chin. What brain power she had with what little oxygen was going to her brain registered the feeling of movement. Oh his churning sperm hitting her from inside his sack.

                On her knees and shoved back and forth Tharja felt like she was being spitroasted with how deep his cock was going into her. Sexual fluids ran like a waterfall down her legs as he treated her like a tool. An object only for sexual pleasure. She had wanted for so long for Robin to treat her this way, but if her husband wanted other men to do it instead she was willing. It helped that more oxygen deprived she became she was able to un-focus her eyes and let her mind drift. The rough silhouette of Ricken’s face matching Robin’s just enough that she could imagine she was with her true love instead of some eternally youthful, multidimensional sex-pest.

                “Gonna cum,” she only half heard him say, but the rough shoving off his cock and into the rock again brought her back to full focus.

                As the color began to the return to Tharja’s face and the focus began to return to her world the first thing she saw was Ricken’s titanic penis aiming right at her. Thich, viscous cum already leaking out of the head of his bitch breaker. Followed by the rest of Ricken, furiously pumping his shaft.

                “Let’s give that cuck husband of yours a reward for so graciously letting me fuck his slut wife,” Ricken boasted as Tharja braced for impact. “AAAHH!” Ricken practically roared as he shot his cum over Tharja. It landed in the valley of her breasts. On her legs and exposed core. Her hands, hair, and feet all caught stray blasts of cum as Ricken fired volley after volley of seed over the dark mage’s body. Some of it even landed on her mouth.

                Tharja was disappointed in herself, but not surprised, that she found the taste agreeable. Sweet, almost. Like tropical fruit.

                “You’re welcome for that pineapple pre-game, by the way,” Ricken exclaimed.

                Tharja wiped the cum that was sticking near her eyes, and without thinking put her fingers in her mouth. To clean her hands, and to taste more of his essence. She did so absentmindedly because the rest of her mind was busy processing how he could still be so hard.

                “That was a good round 1. Now we just have to wait for round 2 to get here.”

                “What do you-“

                “Tharja! Ricken!” cut in the voice of Queen Sumia. “I got the ice cream finally. I saw you guys go this way instead of back towards the- AH!” Sumia jumped in surprise and froze as she saw the state they were in. Both with their clothes a mess and Tharja covered in semen. Thick, smelly, fertile, semen.

                “I know what it looks like, S-Sumia,” Tharja gasped for air as she tried to stand up and explain. “But this was actually Robin’s idea-“

                “She can’t hear you,” Ricken interjected as he walked over to Sumia. Having taken off his shorts fully now he approached the Queen with all the confidence of a conqueror. His cock bobbing and bouncing with each step. “At least, I don’t think she can.” He approached the queen and pulled her back behind the rock. Her legs cooperating, but her upper half staying completely frozen. “They aren’t in this state for long, though. And it’s not like they remember it afterwards.”

                “Remember- So I was right!” Tharja tried to lecture on shaking legs. “You DID do something to those ice creams!”

                “Not the ice cream, no,” Ricken corrected as he walked Sumia over to Tharja. Up close Tharja could see that the Queen’s eyes were now vacant and hollow. She wasn’t able to examine them long as he quickly flipped her around to show Tharja her back. He then pulled down the beige skirt that she had been covering her bottom half with since she arrived. Showing that right above the seat of her bikini on the small of her back was a marking that pulsed a ethereal pink. It resembled Ricken’s signature hat with a pair of handcuffs under it. “It’s called a tramp stamp! A magical one. I slipped this onto her when we were in line for ice cream. Me smacking your ass was to cover up the sound of me casting this locking enchantment on her’s. Though it was nice smacking your ass. It’s triggered by the scent of the ‘fluids’ of the one who cast it. Which is why she froze up when she got a whiff my hot cream all over you.”

                “You monster-GAH!” Tharja tried to lunge at him but found that the power had left her muscles. She wasn’t able to cast. ‘Air deprivation,’ she cursed at why her muscles were suddenly unable to do the miniscule actions needed to cast magic. “Fucking me is one thing when my husband is into it, but this is just rape!”

                “You think so little of me, Tharja,” Ricken feigned mock insult. “I may be a slut-slinging pervert, but I am still a Shepard. I would never to something to a woman without her consent,” he pledged with one hand over his heart and one hand over Sumia’s butt cheeks.

                “I think just the right amount of someone who put a cum scent activated mind control hex on my friend.” Tharja caught herself. That was the first time she had ever called anyone “friend.” Robin was “Her devoted soulmate,” but she had never called anyone friend. Was she… actually worried about the well-being of another person?

                “Ah, that’s so sweet,” Ricken crocodile smiled. “Tharjas so very rarely have friends, but no this is not a mind ‘control’ brand. She’s just standing like this because it’s re-calibrating her mind. Making her more… honest, and open to following her true desires.”

                “That doesn’t sound consensual to me,” Tharja scowled.

                “Don’t worry,” Ricken turned Sumia around to face Tharja, and then stepped behind her. “She’ll still get all flustered and shouty in 3, 2, 1…”

                Sumia blinked back to the world of the living. Facing straight forward the first thing she noticed was that she was that rock was no longer blocking the right side of her vision. Now it was entirely in her periphery. “Tharja?” The queen looked down and saw Tharja crawling on the sand. Still gasping for air. “Oh there you are, Tharja,” the queen knelt down. “My goodness, you look like such a wreck.”

                “S-Sumia?” Tharja gasped in surprise. “Are you… you?”

                “Of course I’m me,” Sumia frowned in displeasure. “What’s got you all out of sorts?” Sumia put her hands on Tharja’s forehead. Getting a healthy amount of semen on her hand in process. “And what… are you covered in?” she looked at the sperm on the back of her hand in confusion.

                “HIM!” Tharja pointed over Sumia’s shoulder. Sumia turned to see Ricken posing coolly against the rock. One foot on the sand one on the rock. Looking up at the sky with his giant, erect cock. He had a sprig of wheat in his mouth. Where he got it from no one could say.

                “Oh, hey, Sumia,” he casually waived to the queen of his nation like he was meeting a buddy for target practice.

                “Oh there you are Ricken,” Sumia waived back cutely. Her eyes closed in a dainty smile before her brain finally registered “Naga’s blessing! His penis is hanging out!”

                “THAT’S all you have to say?!” asked the bewildered Tharja.

                “Yeah,” agreed Ricken. He ran his hands up and down his cock like a model presenting a new watch. “This ain’t just any old penis, and it ain’t just hanging out. This is a cock and it’s standing proud!”

                “You know typically men who talk like that have very small cocks,” Tharja deadpanned.

                “Well it’s still not proper,” Sumia stood up. Tharja, still confused, did so as well. “If you’re going to have sex you can’t be doing it out in the open.” Tharja’s eyes began to grow wide, while her pupils began to shrink. “You get sand everywhere, and if you think sunburn is bad now just try having it on your sensitive bits. Not. Fun.”

                “How are you so nonchalant about the fact that I just had sex with a man who isn’t my HUSBAND?!” Tharja begged in disbelief.

                “Oh please, Tharja. Everyone knows Robin’s a cuckold,” Sumia waived her off. “He’s been watching everyone in the shepards have sex under the pretense of ‘battle strategy’ for years now. We just let him have his fun.”

                Tharja’s world shattered. Suddenly all those “late night strategy meetings” made a whole different kind of sense to Tharja. “HOW AM I THE LAST PERSON TO FIND THIS OUT!?” she screamed at nowhere in particular. “And how are YOU okay with being so nonchalant about this?”

                “I guess I have been speaking rather out of character,” Sumia thought for a moment. “I feel… more confident now!”

                “Say what?”

                “Yes…” Sumia looked at her hands as her mind raced. “I suddenly feel like… a great weight has been lifted off of me. Like all my insecurities and worries have all just disappeared,” Sumia began walking to the shore. “It’s as if every doubt I’ve ever had about not being good enough to be a knight, a wife, or a queen have all just disappeared.” Sumia triumphantly threw her arms wide at her realization. “I feel complete!” The clutzy girl who joined the Shepards was gone. In her place was now a full functioning, confident woman. A woman who felt she had nothing to lose, and everything to gain. Who was just now realizing how… empty she was.

                With her inhibitions gone and Sumia could finally be honest with herself. Her marriage was a wreck. Chrom did care for her and their family, he truly did, but when it came to being a husband. Being a partner in marriage he was about as good as he was at anything else that required a double digit IQ. He wasn’t a man, he was a man shaped child. She was good enough to be a knight and a queen, and she was a better wife than Chrom deserved, but right behind her…

                Sumia turned back to Ricken who leaned closer to Tharja and said “Looks like she figured it out.”

                She undid her skirt and took off her hat. Her long hair blowing in the ocean air, and a seductive sway in her hips as she marched towards her new destiny. Though he had the body of a child, Sumia knew Ricken was the only man who could satisfy her long dormant need for raw passionate fucking. “Ricken,” she purred at him as she towered over him. Her breasts shading his eyes from the sun.

                “Yes, your majesty?”

                “Your queen demands you show her the same treatment as Tharja.”

                “Sumia!” Tharja gasped.

                “As you wish,” Ricken smirked before diving to his knees, twisting her bikini aside, and began devouring her similarly clean shaven pussy.

                “AH NAGA!” Sumia cursed as Ricken tongue punched the back of her box. His upper teeth scrapping at her clit and stimulating her faster.

                “Wh-what about Chrom?!” Tharja wouldn’t lie and say she had much respect for Chrom as a person, but he was Robin’s best friend, and has his wife Tharja felt that duty to protect him fell onto her as well. Even if she could already tell what Sumia’s answers and reasons would be.

                “What about that limp-dick moron?” Sumia growled and cursed through the throws of orgasmic bliss. She had to clutch onto Ricken’s shoulders so she didn’t fall on top of him. Her face red, flushed, and spasming. Her mouth and eyes creating faces the composed woman had never made before as she was devoured like the snack she was. “I know what kind of woman I am and what k-kind of treatment I- I- I”

                Ricken slurped her lips and twisted his tounge.

                “AAAAAAAAAAAIEEEE!” Sumia shrieked as she fell onto the sand. She threw her hands off his head and fell back onto the soft beach below. Her back arched as she squealed from the ectasy. She clawed at the sand. She kicked it wildly and her vagina fired shot after shot of her lover’s quim into the air.

                “She’s usually a squirter, too,” Ricken proudly declared to Tharja. Unbothered by the sand being sent his way. As Sumia calmed down Ricken stood up and stepped over the queen.

                “I know what you are, Queen Sumia,” Ricken declared. Swinging his hips from side to side. Gloating as Sumia awd at the shadow his titanic girth cast over her face. Her eyes following the head of his penis like the ball at a tennis game. “I’ve known you more times than I can even count. You know what you are?”

                “I do,” Sumia drooled as she watched pre-cum leak from his shaft. “But I want you to show me.” With a quick click the pin keeping her bikini top in place was undone, and her breasts burst free. She held them up to her face as she wallowed in the pride of her milk jugs.

                “Gladly,” Ricken smiled as he dropped his weight onto her. Falling to his knees was just enough height for his prestigious sack of testosterone and seen to bounce off her soft, motherly belly. His cock, still lubed with plenty of Tharja’s spit, landed with a wet plap in the valley of her breasts. Sumia shivered as she felt the blood and heat pulse up along his shaft.

                “You’re a whore, Queen Sumia,” Ricken declared as he pressed her breasts around his shaft. Sumia lifted her head and put opened her mouth to an O-shape. Page 24 of Sexual Power Dynamics in Politics. “You’re my whore and mine ALONE!”

                Ricken shouted as he let loose his first thrust. Sending his cock head into her mouth where it was instantly sealed by the raw suctioning force of her lips. She looked up at him with proud, predatory eyes as she reveled in the taste of his cap in her mouth.

                “GODS! I love it when you do that,” Ricken growled as he mawled her breasts. Squeezing them around his cock as she tried to suck out his cream. At the same time, her nipples started to leak her own cream.

                “Oh ho, that’s a nice bonus. Lucina must still be quite young. This milk is meant for her, but I know a better use for it,” Ricken smiled wickedly. He released her tits momentarily to grab her by her nipples.

                “MMM!” Sumia moaned as her nipples were turned towards her cleavage. Aimed at his shaft, Ricken threw his shoulders up.

                “And SQUEEEZE~!”

                “MMMMMM~!” Sumia went cross-eyed. The war in Valm had forced Sumia to leave Lucina in the care of a wet-nurse so she had never had her breasts drained so quickly. Like Ricken’s savage devouring of her core before she felt as if a great pressure had been released from inside her. All the stress of duty of managing the country and her husband’s antics flowing out of her breasts and down her legs as massive man meat was sawed between her bounty and shoved down her face.

                Tharja, for her part, was disgusted watching the whole affair. Not at the act itself, but at herself for masturbating to it. She felt dirty and shameful. That by letting Sumia betray her husband she was betraying her own husband and his duty to protect the sanctity of the royal family, but it was just so arousing to watch Ricken claim Sumia like a prized animal. “Eugh!” Tharja moaned in shame as she doubled over from fingering herself. “If only you were Robin,” she moaned in shame into the sand.

                “Don’t be too hard on yourself, Tharja,” Ricken said as he continued to fuck the queen’s tits. “Think of it as getting closer to your husband by participating in his favorite hobby. He’s a pathetic cuckold, and so are you!”

                “He is not pathetic- NEUAGH!” she moaned. She couldn’t help but continue to finger herself. She wanted to defend her husband’s honor, but as her brain processed what Ricken had said it almost started to make sense. If she truly wanted to be one with Robin body and soul she must understand what his body craved. If his body craved shame and degradation than she too must endure shame and degredation. If her other half was a cuck, than she too would revel in the dirty pride of cuckold subjugation.

                “EEMEMMMH~!” Sumia moaned as she squirted her release. Another orgasm just from feeling her breasts mauled and used like cheap toys.  

                “Does the good slut queen like it when I treat her rough?”

                “EmmmmeEEE!”

                “That’s a good girl. You deserve a- TREAT!” With a flick of his hips, Ricken popped his cokc out of Sumia’s tits and himself off her mid-section. Almost a 90 degree flip in the air, and with his tip still in her mouth came crashing down on her. Spearing his cock down her throat.

                “SUMIA!” Tharja shrieked in fear of the queen’s neck. She wasn’t sure if the shuddering of her body was purposeful, or just the result of deluge of cum Tharja could hear being fired into the regent.

                Sumia was audibly gulping the seed down by the spoonful. Her body writhing and twitching at the warm love juice that filled her, but she did ask for the same treatment as Tharja.

                Before he was fully drained he pushed himself up to his feet. Popping her off of his cock, and allowing him to start stepping back and hosing her down in his seed. Drizzling his cum like dressing on a salad across her face, tits, navel, semi exposed vagina, and legs. “How was the appetizer, your majesty?” Ricken asked.

                Sumia didn’t respond verbally. She just raised one hand in a thumbs up which quickly flopped down to the sand again.

                Tharja gulped at the phrase ‘appetizer,’ though. She knew more cum was to come, but she and Sumia were both already drenched in the stuff. Surely Ricken would need time to recuperate himself. “We should be getting back to the boys,” Tharja declared. “They’ll start to worry if we’re gone for too long.”

                “Hmmm… that’s true,” Ricken admitted. “But how are we going to explain this to Chrom?” He motioned to the art piece he had left on the Exalt’s wife.

                “Oh just tell him it’s ice cream,” Sumia waived off Ricken’s own faux concerns as she sat up. Her undone bikini top only staying attached with Ricken’s semen. “He won’t believe it’s anything else. Ricken, be a dear and collect my accessories while I crawl over to that rock so I can remember how my legs work.”

                “As you wish,” Ricken obliged with a polite bow that left his cock swinging in the wind. He collected her hat and skirt while Tharja tried to help her up.

                “Sumia, I get that Chrom is dumb enough to buy the ice cream lie, but what of ROBIN? Hell, what of me, I can’t keep this hidden from Robin. He only wanted me to be defiled by that ruffian, but you know he’s going to rat you out to Chrom the second he sees you.”

                Sumia merely smiled as she struggled back to her feet. “I trust that royal tactician will act in the best interest of his queen and country.”

***

                “Wow Sumia! I can’t believe you and Tharja spilled all the ice cream over yourself,” declared Robin after he and Chrom heard the girls’ flimsy excuse for their derelict state upon their return. They were sopping wet. Practically naked with how poorly and rushed their swimsuits were re-affixed, and both looked like they had just endured an hour of strenuous aerobic exercise. Even though they both only sucked cock for 5 minutes each. Tharja was stalk straight embarrassed like a school girl who got caught doing forbidden hexes in the latrine, but Sumia was openly flirting with Ricken. Twirling her cum soaked hair around her finger, biting her lower lip, and constantly giggling back in his direction. Giggling because he kept tickling her butt cheeks. Robin, for his part, sounded like the worst actor in an elementary school play when he made his declaration.

                ‘By the Gods, he’s turned on by his best friend get cucked too!’ Tharja screamed in her mind.

                “How did you girls end up with ice cream all over you like that, though?” rationalized Chrom. “It’d be one thing if it was all over your faces and boobs, but it’s on your legs and even in your hair.”

                ‘OH NOW THAT BRAIN WORKS?!’ Tharja screamed again.

                “I’m not quite sure how it happened either, your majesty,” Ricken piped up while keeping his hands on the ass of the man’s wife. “I was there to see the whole thing. We had gotten the ice creams, but wouldn’t you know it in this heat they just started melting right away so the girls, needing to cool down too, tried to start eating them, but well they just kept melting and dripping all over the place. We tried to run back while your twos’ were still semi-intact, but as you can see the wind was our enemy in that endeavor.”

                Tharja and Robin both thought that story made no sense. Sumia was already in the mental process of drawing up her divorce strategy. Chrom was processing that excuse until he finally said “Oh THAT’S why! The ice cream got everywhere because of the wind!”

                Tharja let out a breath she didn’t know she’d been holding in. Robin sighed as he came a small amount in his pants. Ricken and Sumia just shared a look. It was time for part 2.

                “Oh honey, you know what we forgot?” Sumia put a sticky hand on her husband. “The sunscreen,” she explained for lack of patience for him to remember.

                “…OH RIGHT! You ladies need that so you don’t catch fire!” Chrom remembered.

                “That’s… not quite it, Chrom,” Robin tried to correct. “But we should get sunscreen.”

                “Well I don’t know about you two, but I do have some WOMEN’S sunscreen back in my room these two could use. I got delicate skin myself you see,” he explained his reason before Chrom could risk having a thought again. Robin, already well aware of what was actually happening, was hoping to actually see the “sunscreen application” this time.

                “Excuse me, Ricken.” The short man turned to Robin in confusion and undisguised annoyance. “But, by chance does your room have a balcony?”

                Tharja’s eyes went wide.

                “No…” Ricken looked up at Robin, puzzled. Before he spotted a stain starting to form in the taller man’s shorts. “Oh! I see what you’re getting at!”

                “Yes,” Robin nodded as he felt Ricken understood the code of the cuckold. As royal clients Robin and Chrom’s rooms each had a balcony with a stunning view of the ocean. “You see Chrom, it is best to apply sunscreen in the sun. So you can see where it’s already been applied and where you still need to,” he exclaimed to his perpetually confused best friend. “Tharja. Why don’t you take the Queen and Ricken to our room?” Robin excitedly asked.

                “A-are you sure about that, my love?” Tharja pleaded with Robin. She loved Robin more than anything, herself included, but she dread the thought of having Ricken defile her further. She would do anything for love, but she didn’t mean she wanted to do that.

                “Yes, Tharja,” Robin grabbed his wife’s shoulders. She shudder slightly as he hadn’t touched her with this much forceful passion sense their wedding night. “Trust me this is for the best.” Husband and wife looked into each other’s eyes. Having a wordless conversation only people truly in love could have. The fact that Tharja could hear him at all put her mind at ease. At the end of the day, Robin would still be hers, and she would still be his.

                Chrom just looked confused by how life and death the two were treating this. “It’s just putting on sunscreen, Tharja,” he shrugged. “It doesn’t matter where you put it on. Just that you do before you go out in the sun all day. Isn’t that right, honey?” Chrom asked his wife. Proud of himself for having thought ahead for once.

                “Hm?” Sumia was more focused on Ricken fingering her asshole. “Oh, yes dear. Very well said.”

                Chrom clapped excitedly. “Then while the girls are getting sunscreen from Ricken, Robin will get sunscreen for us big manly men!”

                “I will?” asked Robin though he thought he really shouldn’t be questioning an easy out to get away from Chrom.

                “Yeah sure, the stuff will be fine with just me. I’m on an intelligence hot-streak today!” Chrom boasted of the many correct observations and wise questions he had asked that day. Which, to be fair, had been above average for him.

                “I… guess that works?” Robin turned to the other three. He saw Ricken sneak his hand under Tharja’s legs and bikini and begin toying with her. Ricken arched a devious eyebrow in Robin’s direction. “*gulp* J-just remember to do it all on the balcony. That way you won’t miss a spot.”

                “Don’t worry, Robin,” Ricken began massaging and rotating both women’s asses. Tharja was still put off by the whole thing, but Sumia was close to cumming again.  Chrom, ever vigilant of attackers from the sea, completely missed the pink glow that was coming off his wife’s new tramp stamp. “I won’t miss an inch on these fine ladies’ delicious skin.”

***

                Sumia didn’t even let Ricken get to the room before she threw herself back at him again. Once it was just the three of them in the hallway outside she picked the short man up and began making out with him Roseanne style while Tharja tried to get the door to her and Robin’s room unlocked. She tasted like himself.

                “Could you two really not wait until I got the door opened?”

                “Less talk! More fuck!” Sumia declared between moans and gasps before barging her way past Tharja once the door was open. With Ricken wrapped around her body Sumia stumbled her way to the mattress before stumbling her way to the mattress. Falling on her back with the boyish man on top of her squeezing and twisting her breasts while he dry humped her.

                Tharja couldn’t believe the type of animal Sumia had turned into. Drowned in lust and only caring for her next dose of cock and semen. Tharja knew there was no mind control hex that left the victim with their natural eye color, and Sumia had her natural gray eyes. Tharja knew Sumia was debasing herself to Ricken of her own free will, but she couldn’t believe the reserved clutz was capable of such things. Well, it wasn’t like Tharja knew all that much about people that weren’t Robin to begin with so who was she to judge? Still, she felt pity for the housekeepers that would be by later.

                “Must you two be so animalistic?” Tharja chastised. Locking the door behind her, and stepping over to the balcony. Opening the curtains, she peered out on the coastline. Given that they were on the ground floor it was easy both for Robin to find a place to watch them, and for Tharja to find that place. She saw a tuft of white poke out from above the sea shrubbery. Tharja smiled at her husband. Ignoring the animalistic grunts of the couple in her room behind her.

                “Let’s get these out of the way,” she heard Ricken all but growl at the Queen. Tharja was so focused on her lover’s scalp that she completely missed the hefts and eeps created by Ricken lifting Sumia’s legs up so they bent over his shoulders, pulling her bikini panties up, and tossing them over his shoulder. Onto Tharja’s head.

                Tharja looked up in mild contempt, but not surprise. She heard rustling from the bushes and looked down below the tuft. There poking out between the leaves was a hand and a solid, nine-inch erect penis. Her husband was ready for her and Sumia’s show. Though she loathed Ricken by this point, and wasn’t the biggest fan of Sumia change of attitude Tharja was nonetheless committed to doing whatever it took to please her husband.

                Taking the panties off her head, she made a show of waiving them around before huffing deeply the stench of Sumia’s arousal. She was, quite frankly, disgusted but she had a good gag reflex. “Ahhh…” she fake cooed for her husband, though she wasn’t sure he could hear her. Knowing the bed was pointed right out the balcony she made a teasing show of belly dancing. Blocking off the main event before finally, begrudgingly stepping to the side.

                “OH SWEET NAGA FUCK YES!” screamed Sumia as Tharja revealed the Queen of Ylisse getting jackhammered by the hung shota. Tharja could see Robin furiously masturbating. Trying to keep time with the machine-precise pistoning of Ricken’s cock into the aching center of Sumia’s being.

                His long sword pumped up and down on the Queen’s sensitive lower lips. His heavy balls spanking her with each thrust. Ricken bent over so her so he drink of her milk. Pushing her breasts up and out of her bikini, and folding her into a mating press and giving Robin a full, if distant view of his and the Queen’s asses. Sumia’s seemed to gasp and yawn in time with Ricken stretching her pussy. While his clenched and flexed in time with each punch of his penis on her cervix. Threatening to break past it. Robin only wished he could see the Queen’s cross-eyed moan of ecstasy as she was conquered.

                Tharja looked at the display with confusion at best. Sure, Ricken was giving the queen the pounding of a lifetime, but that wasn’t saying much when Chrom was her only real comparison. The flashes of Ricken’s cock she could tell he was really not that much bigger than Robin. With Ricken only seeming bigger by his small stature. The fact that Tharja could see Robin masturbating himself to the sight of the royal debauchery was prove enough of his masculine ability, and yet this is what he wanted? To see another man take his and another man’s wives? If he lusted for Sumia for himself she could understand, but to just give herself, Tharja, away? She was starting to feel unloved.

                “AAAAAAAAOOOOOOO!” Sumia squealed over loud squelching noises.

                Tharja looked back to see Ricken pulling himself out of Sumia and jerking himself off. Basting her in more ropes of heavy seed. As her legs fell and her pussy was exposed both could see that Ricken left not a drop inside the royal snatch. A true master of muscle control. Tharja looked back and saw that Robin’s cock had retreated into the bushes. She knew he had not cum yet for his loads were also large. Not to quite the obscene extreme of Ricken’s load, but sizeable enough to make Tharja believe that she was the reason they had yet to conceive.

                Lost in her worries, Tharja didn’t hear Ricken and Sumia approaching the balcony. Only noticing the two when the cum dripping mess that was Ylisse’s Queen was dropped over the railing like a dirty carpet. Her front was covered in semen now. With very little of her skin showing underneath. Tharja could see her misaligned bikini straining on her back. Despite his height, Ricken’s cock was long enough that of he angled her down enough he could drop her up and down his cock cowgirl style. “Gotta make sure the audience gets a good view,” he wiggled his eyebrows. Angling his tool, he grabbed Sumia by her love handles and used them for their intended purpose.

                “AAAAIE!?” Sumia shouted as she was blasted out of her lusty coma by a red hot rod jamming up her vagina once more.

                “The front’s basically covered, but now I gotta get the back!” Ricken explained to Tharja.

                “Watch me, Tactician!” Sumia called to the bushes. “Watch my cheating tits bounce up and down as I ride a proper man’s cock. Let me show both of you how a Pegasus knight of Yslisse RIDES!” Sumia declared to the entire resort. Somewhere, an Anna handed another Anna five gold. Indeed her cum covered tits bounced with elastic tenacity as she met Ricken’s thrust and pulls of her motherly body in time.

                Through the railing Robin could see Sumia be absolutely stretched to her limited by the cannon between Ricken’s legs. His own cannon was once again poked through as he took in the spectacle of Sumia’s soft, glistening, sticky body be further defiled by the man from another world. To see the place where Chrom had laid the seed that saved their world was abused and wrecked. That was the word for what Sumia was now. A hot wreck of a slut.

                Tharja had begun masturbating herself now. The site and stench of them right next to her was too much though she wanted so much for Robin to jump out of the bushes and claim her instead. Pushing her fingers into her bikini bottoms she began blasting herself at an irregular rhythm. Trying to keep herself off tempo with them if only for a small grasp of pride.

                Sumia rode Ricken hard and fast this time. Having cum three times that day already meant Ricken was more than able to keep up with the fervent queen’s lust for cock. Jamming herself up and down as her matriarchal breasts flopped up and down. Leaking and spray loose drops of milk. It was truly an erotic sight, but Tharja glanced at Robin to confirm. With only his hands to look at though Tharja was quick to work out what he was doing.

                Robin was masturbating in time with Tharja. Keeping his time with her. He wasn’t looking at them. He was looking at her. Trying to share with her the scintillating joy cuckoldry and cheating sex. That was Robin’s gift to her. To show her what made him happy and how they could be happy together, but most importantly he was trying to cum at the same time as her. Even when they were apart, Robin still held Tharja’s love closest in his heart.

                “Oh, Robin~” Tharja moaned as she quickened her pace. Robin increased his in time as he saw her box-digging tempo increase. She could imagine his eyes darting back and forth between her and the cheating couple rutting like dogs beside her. ‘A true tactician must keep his eyes on the entire battlefield,’ Tharja thought to herself.

                “Here cums the next coating,” Ricken announced.

                “DO IT!” Sumia ordered.

                Ricken shoved Sumia off his cock. Draping her over the rail again and letting him aim straight at horse riding ass cheeks. He began to jerk himself off before Tharja draped herself over him.

                “Allow me,” she cooed with a wink to Robin. Ricken was all too happy to let Tharja fire himself off. It freed up his hands to pop the pair of breasts that were now on top of his head out of their red constraints. He leaned his head back, and as Tharja’s well-manicured hand jerked him off he reveled in motor boating her magical mammeries.

                Looking down and feeling his cock in her hand was much different than just having it forced down her throat. It gave her a chance to inspect and compare the phallus. With her ringed hand around him, Tharja was able to measure it as 2, bordering on 3 inches longer than Robin. Not an insane amount, but admittedly enough to make a difference. Robin certainly couldn’t fire directly into her stomach as before. More so though he was much wider than Robin. How much exactly she wasn’t sure, but what she was sure of was that while she could get one hand easily around Robin she could barely cover one side of Ricken. Not wanting to break her “seductress” persona and stop teasing the side Ricken’s neck (not to mention hiding the fact she no two-handed skills at all), she instead focused her jerking along the underside his shaft. Where she could more directly urge the semen pumping from his balls until-

                “Aaaaaaaa,” he moaned as the pressure was fired off. Tharja pulled her hand away at the force of the cannon firing off. She noticed that while his semen had been viscous before this cum seemed to be firing off in chucks.

                “Ooooo~” Sumia cooed. She had put herself up right so the target of her back could be hit easier. What she wasn’t expecting was that instead of the sauce like dusting she and Tharja had experienced before this time it felt more like globs of half dried ink were being thrown at her back. The force of his shots was surprising, but the gooey warmth of his masculinity was pleasing all the same. Ten full shots were fired at the monarch before his release subsided. Tharja was surprised to feel his cock deflate in her hand finally.

                “Don’t be too disappointed tall, dark, and bouncy,” Ricken smiled up at her. She looked down and saw he turned her nipples into eye coverings. All she saw was his self-satisfied grin. “I still got plenty left for you, but I am only human still. Believe it or not.” He lifted her boobs off his face and sauntered over to a deck chair. Plopping himself down with his flaccid cock hanging over the side. “Why don’t you two ladies get to know each other better whilst I recuperate?”

                “Get to- Oh no,” Tharja jumped as she noticed Sumia was now turned around. Looking at Tharja with a predatory grin.

                “Oh Tharja~” the queen cooed as she shimmied her way up to Tharja. “Your Queen requires assistance in…” Sumia was now directly on top of Tharja. Though Tharja was some inches taller than the royal she suddenly felt towered over as the queen rubbed their breasts together. One hand cupped Tharja’s rear as she pressed her cum drenched naked pussy against the cloth still covering Tharja’s. Sumia leaned back so she could dry hump her harder while keeping her pointer of her other hand teasing Tharja’s lips while Sumia made a salacious kissy face at the dark arts mistress. “Properly applying her sunscreen,” she finished.

                Before Tharja could react Sumia was smashing her face into hers. Her tongue licked and prodded at Tharja’s opening which eventually gave to both the surprise of the attack, and Sumia’s own deftness with her oral instrument. Tharja had never been interested in women. She have been interested in anyone before Robin, but she had lusted for the male form before him. Never a woman (though she did imagine that if Robin were a woman that an exception would have certainly been made), but she had to admit Ricken was right. Sumia was great with her tongue in every situation.

The way she coiled herself like a snake around the woman. The way she seemed to just know where to find nerves in Tharja’s mouth. Nerves Tharja didn’t know she had. Couple with the feeling of the cum on Sumia’s front now splattering and mixing on Tharja’s front she was getting hornier than when she had first spied on Robin in the bath. “Th-this feels backwards,” Tharja gasped for air. Pushing Sumia off her by the shoulders.

                “But does it feel wrong?” Sumia asked with devilish intent.

                Tharja looked over the queen’s shoulder and saw Robin still masturbating. He looked like he was close to going off. Tharja steeled her resolve, and gave a seductive smirk back to Sumia. “Not in the slightest.”

                This time it was Tharja who pulled Sumia into the kiss. Sumia holding onto Tharja’s shoulders as the Plegian took charge. As the two large breasted women slammed their faces and busts together once more Tharja took the imitative to run her hands up and down Sumia’s back as best she could spreading the thicker cum around with her hands as her breasts and gyrating hips spread more liquid cum around their fronts. She raked her hands up Sumia’s back and dragged her semen filled hands down her arms. In multiple passes excess seed from her back was layered on her arms until they covered in the off-white glow of Ricken’s progeny. For the coup de grâce Tharja took her cum covered hands and slammed them down on Sumia’s heavy cheeks.  Earning an “Eep!~” from Sumia as she jumped into the kiss only for Tharja to end it. Pulling away with a trail of saliva and some cum.

                “Is it my turn now?” Tharja turned to Ricken. Her confidence only mildly shaken by the pillar of fuck meat that was now once again sticking out from between his legs.

                “Oh, most assuredly,” Ricken stood up.

                “Oh no.” Only for Tharja to push him back down. “You’re going to want all the support you can get for me. Unlike her royal High-Maintenance over there, I know how to handle a cock of this magnitude.” She glanced over to Robin. She could see him trembling. “It’s time for the witch to show the night how to really- OH GRIMA!”

                Tharja had intended to drop herself onto Ricken’s cock slowly and drink him in like she did with Robin. She expected it to his about the same places as Robin, and feel about as stretched out as she did with Robin. A bit more if any. What she wasn’t expecting was for Ricken to reach around, grab the front of her legs and yank her down onto him.

                Robin could bottom out in Tharja as is, but Ricken stern length broke through her cervix before she could even process she was being penetrated. Her vagina had never been spread so tightly. It was so tight that an outline of Ricken’s cock jutted out from Tharja’s midsection. She looked down at it astonished.

                “Th-that didn’t happen f-for Sumia.” Tharja could already feel herself quaking. She knew that when the sensations caught up to her it would be like she had never felt before.

                “Sumia’s a mom,” Ricken leaned into Tharja’s back. His hands coming up to begin massaging her breasts. He pulled and plied at them. Pushing them in and out. Twisting her nipples. He was playing with her like a dairy cow. Like he had done with Sumia. “Her belly fat must have hidden my hog as it blasted her box. You don’t have such things.”

                Unbeknownst to even Tharja, Robin had casted a recording spell on the deck as soon as he and Tharja entered the room to drop off their bags before. A hex that captured every noise that occurred within the room and its attached balcony. With a second incantation he could produce a piece in his ear that connected to the first hex and allowed him to hear everything in the room as it played out from no matter how far away he was. Hoping for this exact scenario. Planning for the moment he could hear another man whisper into his wife’s ear.

                “How about we fix that?”

                Robin came the hardest he ever had in his life. Tharja’s eyes went wide, shooting to Robin. All she saw was a shaking, spent penis. A pile of pure white, sterile semen in a puddle beneath. Tharja understood the “surprise hex” Robin casted before, and she understood what her Robin wanted.

                “FUCK!” Tharja screamed as her emotions and sensations caught up with her. She didn’t know what to feel. Happy, sad, elated, disgusted, disappointed? She didn’t know what she was feeling. She didn’t know what Robin was thinking or if he was even still watching. What she knew is that she wanted a daughter. A second chance at being a mother that her previous iteration had so horribly failed at being. She wanted to prove she could do better. She would be a better woman, and for the first time that day she finally admitted there was a better cock inside her.

                “Woah!” Ricken and Sumia both said in shocked amazement. Tharja had gone into a frenzy. Breaking free from Ricken’s hold of her legs once more and began bouncing her hips up and down with careless abandon. Her arms didn’t steady her. Instead she clutched at her face. Holding and rubbing her cheeks as she licked her lips. Her pupils narrowed as she slammed her hips down. Luckily, Ricken had been with Tharja when she was like this before, so he knew how to keep his hips from getting broken.

                “Get me pregnant! Get me pregnant! GET ME PREGNANT!” Tharja chanted as she bounced up and down. She wasn’t sure if Robin was still awake, but she imagined his ear-piece was still in. She wanted to say soothing things into his ear for him. To let him know she was on the same wavelength as him. Whatever he wanted she wanted, and if he needed her to carry the bastard of another man than she would do so gladly. “Knock me up!” she continued. “Paint my insides! Paint my outsides! Make me your bitch and give me the daughter my ‘pathetic’ husband never could!” she half play acted.

                Robin jizzed a bit more in his semi-conscious state to hear himself degraded as such.

                Queen Sumia, for her part, watched in awe as the previously hesitant Tharja through herself into the debauched ecstasy of cheating sex. It was almost as if their original dynamic of the shy, nervous queen and the dark, reckless mage had been restored. Watching Tharja fully throw herself to madness. To the sin of giving birth to a child of a man who was not her husband. Her knees quaked as she began to stretch and finger herself, although it still left her feeling hollow. Sumia loved her country, and she loved Chrom as her King. She was starting to love the idea of Cynthia with red-hair a lot more.

                “Fuck her, Ricken,” Sumia begged. Laying down on her back. Getting more cum on the floor as she lifted her legs back the best she could. Displaying her pussy to Ricken, though he probably couldn’t see it beyond Tharja’s riding. She played with her breasts. Rotating them in time with Tharja’s manic fuck bouncing. “Fuck her like the slut she is!”

                “I don’t think I have a choice,” Ricken admitted peaking his head around Tharja. He wasn’t doing much of anything now. Tharja was going to ride him till she broke him or the chair beneath them. He still had a ways to go, but the chair was on its last legs. “Alright, Tharja.” Tharja looked back at Ricken with crazed eyes. “I think it’s about time we called it for this rou-“

                Ricken had learned the ability to cum on command long ago. Made threesomes and up easier to manage when he could more easily control his time with each girl. It did, however, come with a weakness. An emergency trigger, as it was, inside his anus. Robin had the same trigger.

                Her fingers wet with sweat and cum Tharja stuck her index up Ricken’s ass as he was about to cum. What followed was a blast of cum into Tharja’s cervix so powerful it not only flooded her fallopian tubes, but shot her off his cock. Her face only being protected from the fall as she fell onto Sumia’s muff and belly.

                Gripping the chair Ricken had no choice but to thrust his hips in time with the most powerful ejaculation he had had in long time. Semen flying up in salvos and dropping down like a cannonballs. For several minutes he came and he came. Large blobs of cum landing on the girls as he did. For so long he came Sumia was able to gather her faculties enough to push her ass up on top of Tharja’s head.

                “MMPH!”

                “Cum to mommy!” the cum drowned queen announced as Ricken’s last volley of semen flew up into the air, and landed squarely on Sumia’s hand stretched vagina. She felt like she’d just been punched, but she could also feel the raw velocity of the cum shoot its way down to her core almost instantly. Filling her up once more. She fainted. Content.

                Ricken huffed for some minutes while he tried to regain his breathing. Taking in the sight of two of the most beautiful women in any world absolutely drowned in his seed. He grabbed his cock in hand. Stroking it like a loyal pet. “I did NOT know you could do that,” he told his cock in amazement.

***

                All four returned to the spot on the beach at the same time. The women and Robin staggering in exhaustion and dehydration, respectively. Ricken, despite spilling far more seed on the girls than Robin had on the ground was still alert if a bit confused. He was still processing how he had been able to cover them so fully in “sunscreen,” but was still leading the girls and keeping them upright with his hands lodged firmly inside them in the claw pattern. ‘Two in the pink,’ as he liked to call it. His fingers in their pussies and rears were covered by the shear volume of cum dripping off of them. “I think I may have over done it!” Ricken announced to Chrom as they approached.

                “WOAH! Overdone may be an understatement.” Chrom exclaimed as he sat up from his towel. True to his word and much to the returning parties’ honest surprise he had protected their belongings from the elements quite well. If Sumia wasn’t so delirious from cumming her brains out still she would have said she was honestly proud of him.

                As it was all she could get out was “Das a good boy,” before making a wet flop onto her towel. Cum splatting off of her like a wet paint brush with some of it landing on Chrom. He picked at it with his fingers and fiddled with it in his hand.

                “Why is women’s sunscreen so sticky?” Chrom asked.

                “Better for keeping the moisture,” he lied with a shrug. “Here Robin,” Ricken shoved Tharja from her pussy into Robin’s arms.

                “Eep!” Tharja exclaimed as she fell into Robin’s arms.

                “Why don’t you, uh, rub some of the excess in. I’m pooped so I think I’m just gonna head back to my room and take a quick nap. Maybe after a hard drink.” He was done with the women. He had already done everything he wanted with them and would very likely never interact with them again. He was sure some men at the resort would have fun with Sumia thanks to him though. Leaving Tharja and Robin to themselves. He wasn’t sure what from this vacation could top them though.

                Tharja was back in her husband’s arms. She was covered inside and out with the seed of another man, but true to his word she had been returned to him. He looked at her and smiled, and she smiled back. “It would be my pleasure,” Robin said to Tharja.

                “Only for the love of my life,” Tharja sweetly placed her hand on Robin’s cheek. Forgetting that was also dripping in Ricken’s semen, but Robin didn’t seem to mind.

                “YO! Husband!” Sumia curtly called with her face in the sand. “You too! Get to rubbin’!”

                “Okay, Sumia.” Chrom dutifully placed his hands on his wife’s back and began to vigorously rub. Much like everything else Chrom did, it was a very rough and utilitarian massage.

Robin led her to her towel. Tharja laid herself out, and Robin began to tenderly rub and caress her. Tharja didn’t care that Robin couldn’t love her physically the way she loved him, but she knew there were other ways to feel his love all over and inside her.

“Seriously, why is this stuff so sticky?” wondered Chrom again.

                “Less question, more rub!” ordered Sumia again.

                “Yes dear!”

                Sometime later at the resort bar, Loki’s Liquor, Ricken was nursing a mai tai as he thought about what, and who to do next.

                “Excuse us,” came a meek, familiar, feminine voice. Ricken looked up from his drank and turned around in his stool. The two ladies that had approached him made his jaw drop.

                First there was the shy beauty in the hollow green one piece bikini. It wrapped around her like pieces of string around her crotch, and snaked up the four corners of her mid-section. She had wide, child-bearing hips that were nothing to scoff at, but what stole the show where titanic breasts. Barely contained by the stretched green and brown top that Ricken could see was already straining in the middle to maintain her cleavage. Despite her body being primed for breeding, she looked away from Ricken with the kind of nervous shyness of a girl half her age that had been caught by a recently shattered pot. Ricken knew that was the face Noire always though.

                In front and to the right of Noire with her hand on the shy archer’s shoulder was a petite girl with pigtails and spunky attitude that matched her aunt. Her breasts where sizeable, but not the size of Noire’s, and contained in a stripped, blue and white bikini that lifted the mammeries up and connected them to just below her shoulders by a set of frilled sleeves. Her main assets were her hips So wide and squeezable Ricken could see her ass cheeks from the front. Wrapped around them was a similarly blue and white patterned frilled skirt bottom that covered up her baby box well enough, but barely covered her ass or the panty part below that was flossing her cheeks. That much was obvious by how much Cynthia kept picking at the back of her suit.

                Ricken had seen these two beautiful second generation shepards, daughters of Tharja and Sumia across many worlds in his travels. In all that time he had never seen them with that familiar and unmistakable shade of burnt-orange hair. He wasn’t expecting Tharja and Sumia to actually be ovulating, but he supposed this had to happen eventually.

                “Heeeey~ Unkie Rickie!” Cynthia cheered. Leaning forward to show peak down her valley as she waived with both hands. “Long time no see! Well, for us at least!” She hopped on her feet back to her full height. Her breasts jiggling slightly. She slapped Noire on the back. Pushing her forward.

                “H-hello, Mr. Ricken,” Noire’s breasts jiggled mightily. She was still too timid to look him in the eyes.

                “Well don’t you two young ladies look fit and fine,” Ricken picked his jaw up and began oggly the two of them. “Too what do I owe the pleasure of your company?”

                “Oh, you know, just… hanging around. Looking for our mom’s” Cynthia nonchalantly answered as she took the seat next to him.

                “We’re stranded between worlds and can’t go home because of a demon version of Chrom invading our own,” Noire answered bluntly as she took the seat on the other side.

                “A demon what now?” asked Ricken.

                “Weeeee~ll, that too. Yeah,” Cynthia dodged the subject. “But there are worse places to be stranded than on a BEACH!”

                “We are in incalculable amounts of debt,” Noire revealed. Wordlessly, Ricken offered her his drink, and she started gulping the alcohol down.

                “We actually have been looking for you,” Cynthia revealed. “Our mothers told us that if we ever came here we should look for a Ricken in your specific get-up. Specifically, a Ricken that changed his hat,” she pointed up.

                Ricken followed her finger, but stopped when his eyes reached her head. “I think I have an idea of what this is about…”

                “Yep,” she pointed down. Ricken followed her finger only to see the young Pegasus knight turning herself around her stool. Presenting her soft, pillow of an ass to him, but what Ricken was most attentive too was the glowing pink brand on her back. “They told us you could help us get ‘sunscreen’ on our hard to reach places.”

                “Oh!” Ricken gasped as he felt Noire wrap her arms around his body. Her breasts squeezing like hot pillows against his muscled back.

                “Won’t you please help us, daddy?” she whispered into his ear. He could feel the alcohol dance off her husky breath. The patron’s behind her had to avert their eyes at how bright her brand glowed.

                Ricken looked between the horny eyes of the women for a moment before quickly declaring “When in Judgral!” and taking Noire into a fiery, lustful kiss. One that Cynthia was quick to complain she wasn’t part of and threw herself on the pair.

                Anna the bartender sighed. There weren’t enough mops at the resort to keep up with Ricken.