Vaida's Harem

TITLE: Vaida's Harem
AUTHOR: WotanAnubis
DISCLAIMER: I don't own these characters and am not making a profit.
RATING: NC-17

NOTE: This is probably a very stupid idea. I just don't have the attention span for multi-chapter fics. I'm not even really sure if I'm going with a series of unconnected PWPs here or try to thread a very loose plot through everything. Then again, I'm pretty sure the inevitable lack of reviews is going to get me down before that kind of thing is going to be an issue.

That said, I really like Vaida. And since I'm probably the only one who does, it is up to me to give her her dues (not to mention lots of pussy). So, at the very least, I'm going to damn well try and pair Vaida up with almost every woman in Fire Emblem (save for people like the too underage Nino, the very dead and possibly gender neutral Limstella or the far too minor Eleanora). Wish me luck.


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Isadora


Religion.

Vaida had no real strong feelings about religion one way or the other, but it wasn't really for her. She'd been the victor of too many a battlefield to still be able to believe in gods and while she was willing to admit Elimine was perhaps the most magnificent example of humanity to ever walk under the sky, the woman had died centuries ago and Vaida very much doubted dead women answered prayers.

But she liked to see a certain kind of piety in others. Not, of course, the kind that led people to set fire to other people, but the kind that was optimistic. The kind that claimed there really was a just universe or some underlying goodness or that people really could be kind and gracious to one another. Beliefs like that struck Vaida as silly and unrealistic, but, in some way, they were probably the only beliefs worth having.

So it was with that in mind that Vaida walked through the morning mists towards the woods near the camps. Possibly what she was doing was a serious breach of privacy, but really, anyone marching with an army on the move shouldn't expect too much privacy in any case.

She stopped at the edge of a small clearing, making sure she stayed hidden between the trees. In the centre of the clearing, kneeling on the still wet grass, wearing what might have been a white nightshirt but might also have been something of a simple habit, was Isadora. She was praying. Vaida couldn't make out what the Lycian paladin was saying, but she didn't really need to. She felt reasonably confident that she knew the woman well enough to know what she was praying for. Besides, it wasn't really the words that mattered anyway.

Vaida leaned against a tree and watched Isadora perform her daily morning ritual. In a way, watching Isadora pray was quickly becoming her own daily morning ritual. She wasn't really sure why. Yes, Isadora's simple faith was beautiful in a way, especially for someone whose profession regularly involved killing people. But that wasn't really enough reason to follow the woman every day.

What probably was enough reason was that Isadora herself was equally beautiful. And that the peace and serenity she gained from prayer enhanced her beauty even more. Indeed, when she was kneeling in prayer she looked more like Isadora than when she was driving steel into her enemies. Very few people had such a quality. Or at least, very few people who hadn't become nuns. Vaida could appreciate that quality, though she didn't envy it. The world wasn't really fit for people like them.

The susurrus of Isadora's prayer stopped. Vaida took one step back and prepared to turn around and leave when Isadora raised her head.

"Please. Don't leave just yet."

Vaida froze. So, she'd been spotted. Well, of course. When all was said and done, Isadora was still a paladin and a paladin needed to be aware of her surroundings at all times. Even when in prayer, apparently.

The former Biran general stepped out into the clearing.

"When did you notice me?"

"Some time last week," said Isadora. She stood up, turned around and smiled. "Though I admit I did not know who you were until a few days ago."

"Well, I can't have been bothering you," said Vaida. "Otherwise I assume you would have said something by now."

"Not bothering me? You repeatedly spied on a private moment between myself and my Goddess and you assume it doesn't bother me?" Isadora said, still smiling faintly.

"Yes, actually," said Vaida. "Unless you're a weaker woman than I give you credit for."

"I am weaker than you think," said Isadora. "Though not in faith."

Vaida put her head to one side. "Oh?"

"I do not seek seclusion for privacy, it is true. Blessed Saint Elimine can hear me wherever I am. Rather, it is a remnant of the time my lord Harken courted me."

Vaida smirked slightly. She rather liked the way this conversation was going.

"You don't say."

"Prayer makes me feel at peace and at ease. And it makes me more open to... displays of affection."

"Prayer arouses you?"

"In and of itself, no," said Isadora. "But for some time after I am more easily aroused, if you must, by those I... appreciate."

"Interesting," said Vaida. "But I doubt your precious church would approve."

"I do not seek the approval of the Church," said Isadora. "I seek the approval of Blessed Elimine. And I must admit..."

With one graceful movement, Isadora let her white gown fall to the ground, revealing her naked body.

"I seek your approval as well."

Vaida reached out and cupped one of Isadora's breasts.

"You're making a very bold assumption, Lycian," she said.

Isadora shivered lightly at Vaida's touch. "Am I?"

"No," Vaida smirked. "Perhaps not."

She stepped closer and embraced the paladin, their lips meeting. Her lips were soft, as was the rest of pale body. Vaida pulled Isadora closer to her, their kiss deepening, her hands roaming around her back. She pressed her right leg inbetween Isadora's and was only a little surprised to feel Isadora's juices flow onto her. Isadora moved lightly, gently rubbing her pussy against Vaida's leg. She moaned and they would have been loud moans if they hadn't been smothered by Vaida's lips.

Vaida broke the kiss and drew back a little. Isadora panted, her eyes darkened by lust. Vaida moved two fingers between Isadora's legs and briefly toyed with her slit to the sound of the paladin's aroused gasps. Then she removed her hand and held two wet fingers in front of Isadora's face.

"It seems you want me quite badly," Vaida said.

Isadora took Vaida's hand and licked her own fluids off of her fingers. "Mmm."

"Have me then."

Isadora blinked and then a smile crept across her face. She squatted down in front of Vaida and stroked the large scar on her left leg with a look of fascination. Vaida smirked. She didn't usually approve of people paying attention to her scars, but this was a... special case.

Isadora apparently forgot all about the scar as she redirected her attention elsewhere. She pushed up the former general's red tunic and gasped lightly. Vaida wondered idly what the reason was. The lack of undergarments? Or perhaps the very neatly trimmed little line of blonde pubic hair? Not that it really mattered. Especially not when Isadora leaned forward and kissed her.

Vaida felt her own breathing go heavy with lust while Isadora calmly brushed her lips lightly here and there against her slit. She felt the urge to reach down, grab the woman by her blue hair and shove her tongue where she wanted it. She easily resisted the urge. If Isadora felt like idly exploring her, Vaida was willing to let her do that. More than willing, in fact, as each gentle and careful kiss deliciously fanned her arousal.

The tip of Isadora's tongue poked out of her mouth and she licked Vaida briefly, fleetingly, but still enough to make her groan with pleasure. Isadora began lapping at her like a thirsty kitten, Vaida's juices flowing into her mouth, staining her lips and trickling down her chins. Vaida growled in her attempt to stay in control of herself while her whole lust-filled body screamed to surrender to Isadora's tongue. Now she did grip Isadora's hair, but didn't do anything to dictate the woman.

Isadora kissed her again, her lips pressing against her slit, her tongue going deep inside of her. Vaida growled from deep inside her throat. She began panting as Isadora's tongue played inside in her pussy. Acting on the demands of her lust, Vaida began grinding her hips against Isadora's face, needing to feel that tongue deeper inside of her.

Vaida looked down and dimly saw Isadora's hand disappearing inbetween her legs. She smiled with a certain amount of satisfaction at the knowledge that the paladin was fingering herself -and rather frantically by the looks of it- while she ate her pussy. But such considerations fled her mind when Isadora's tongue raked against her inner wall, stroking a series of nerves so sensitive they set her whole body on fire. Pleasure flooded her and she nearly lost herself in lust, becoming nothing but an animal dancing to Isadora's erotic tune.

Vaida growled through clenched teeth and felt her orgasm coming. She screamed once when it hit, her pussy clenching violently around Isadora's. Her mouth fell open and she panted, her chest heaving, her body shuddering, pleasure filling her like fading white hot fire.

Isadora seemed to sense when Vaida came down from her orgasm. She withdrew her tongue from her pussy and very softly kissed her sensitive slit one last time. Vaida pulled her up, noticed the paladin's messy face and didn't care when she drew her in and kissed her deeply, her tongue sliding across Isadora's.

"Not bad," Vaida whispered.

"High praise indeed my Lady," Isadora responded with a smile.

Vaida just smirked, put a hand on Isadora's shoulder and guided the woman down until she was lying on her back in the grass. Isadora spread her legs for her and her breathing acquired a certain anticipatory quality. Vaida placed herself between Isadora's legs and one corner of her mouth went up. She brushed Isadora's slit with two fingers and felt quite pleased by her aroused gasp. The woman was as wet as a river. It really wouldn't take much to have her scream. She did taste very nice though, Vaida admitted as she licked her fingers clean. So no point in rushing too much.

Vaida leaned in and kissed Isadora's slit. The paladin moaned, loudly and longingly. Vaida leisurely began licking Isadora's pussy while keeping one eye on the woman's clitoris peeking out from under its hood. Not that she needed to pay any direct attention to it. By the sound of Isadora's moans and the obscene grinding of her body, it was quite obvious that a few touches in a relatively sensitive place would work. And right now, the whole of the woman's body was a relatively sensitive place.

Nevertheless...

Vaida licked upward until her tongue brushed against the underside of Isadora's clit. Isadora screamed, her back arching. She began twisting and writhing while the tip of Vaida's tongue playfully caressed her clit. Isadora's moans became louder and ever more incoherent, her body driven by nothing but pure lust. Her fingers clawed into the soil, her breasts bounced with every violent shudder, her pussy gushed.

Vaida's lips closed around Isadora's clit and she sucked lightly.

Isadora froze, her entire body stiffening in an instant. Then one long, low scream burst out from somewhere within her as pleasure took her completely. Her head flailed from side to side while her body collapsed into a trembling, orgasmic wreck. Vaida tried to watch the climaxing woman intently. There was something primal about her. Something that could be envied.

Eventually, Isadora steadied. Vaida lay down next to her, facing her. Isadora caressed Vaida's cheek and the kissed her gently, but still with a few traces of aroused passion.

"Thank you," Isadora whispered.

"For what," Vaida said.

"For... making me believe."

In what? was what Vaida wanted to ask, but didn't. The answer probably wouldn't have made sense to her anyway. So she just smirked and kissed Isadora again.