Dreams of Heather

Home. She was finally home.

Heather strolled through the door, and dropped a heavy sack onto the table. Letting out a deep sigh, the alluring rogue dug into her bag, and pulled out a few, smaller pouches, containing herbs and drops.

As stealthily as one could manage, Heather heated some water, and brewed some tea. Into the tea, she added a few herbs, a fast dissolving drop, and some honey to help it go down. Holding the drink carefully, Heather navigated through her home that she had left for what seemed to be decades, and finally reached the one room she had to see.

Knocking with her foot, Heather nudged the door open, and smiled warmly at the occupant. “Mother, I’m home.”

An old looking woman stirred, and slowly sat up in bed. “Heather? Oh, it warms my heart to see you again. It’s been...a year, hasn’t it?”

Heather smiled into the tea, a pale blush on her face. “A year and a half, maybe,” she thought, considering how much time they must have spent dealing with Goddesses and the cult of Order, while all of Tellius was trapped in stone.

“Is that for me, dear?” the old woman asked, looking towards the tea in Heather’s hands. With a curt nod, Heather gave the drink to her mother. The old lady took a sip, and paused for a moment. “Is that honey in the tea?”

“Well, I thought that would make it go down easier, mom...”

Mama Heather smiled, and opened her eyes wider. “Yes, but only when it would be much, much too bitter otherwise. You put some medication in my tea, didn’t you?”

“Yes. And I have a guarantee it will work. You’ll be your old self with a week or two of this medicine. Queen’s promise.”

“The queen? Do you mean Queen Elincia? When did you...”

Heather quickly cut her mother off. “And I have more than enough for a month, should it take longer than expected.”

“Heather, this must have cost a fortune.” Mama Heather’s face turned very grave. “How did you pay for this?”

“Oh, ah...”

“...Heather, a month after you left, the war between the Laguz and Begnion started. The one Queen Elincia eventually had to take a stand in. Tell me...did you take part in it?”

“...Yes. After the civil revolt before that, the Queen herself asked some of us to help in the initial war effort, even before she took part herself.”

There was silence in the room, and Mama Heather took another sip of her tea. Just as the tea warmed her body, the mood in the room seemed to warm as well. The smile returned to her old, weathered face. “Well, perhaps it was for the best you didn’t tell me until it was all over. Then I wouldn’t be worried sick over you.”

“Considering how sick you are now, I can only imagine that the news would have killed you...” Heather smiled, and sat on the mattress, next to her mother. “For our assistance in the war, we were well paid. I used the money to get you that medicine. With plenty to spare, too.”

“Oh? I guess that means you can stop that blackmailing ring, hmm?”

“Bl...Blackmailing? Mother, what would ever suggest that I would run a...”

“Your little black book might have played a part.” Mama Heather put her tea down, and dug into the sheets beside her, producing a black notebook, labelled “Book of Threats.” Heather’s face sunk at the sight of it.

“That was supposed to be kept securely in my room. How’d you get to it?”

“Securely? Your sisters were cleaning the house one day, and this securely guarded book was tucked very loosely behind a chest near your bed. To a thorough cleaner like Susan, it wasn’t that hard a find.”

“...Boy, did I slip up,” Heather sighed, and took the book. “Well, I guess...now that we have money in our pockets for quite some time...I suppose I could put this to rest.”

“I’m glad. And perhaps you could work on getting me some grandchildren?”

“What!? Mother, I thought we’ve been over this a thousand times! Susan, Allison, Clive, and Hank would take care of keeping the line, and I wouldn’t have to lie about who I am!”

“I know that, dear,” Mama Heather interrupted. “No need to raise your voice.” Another sip of her tea, and she continued. “You’re the eldest, older than Clive by almost a decade. When he was just a tot…you seemed to have so much fun playing with him.”

“Well...I did...he was a very well behaved baby. Not like how Hank and I were.”

“Yes. I’m not asking you to marry someone just for my sake. I only suggested getting a child, maybe through adoption, just to know what it’s like to raise a child. You seemed quite the natural for it.”

“Well...yes, that could work. This rather stunning lady, Calill, has an adopted kid. She’s a sweet little thing too. Thick as a brick for a six year old, but just the cutest thing...”

“You’d be good with children, Heather. I would bet all the money you’ve given us that you’d be a wonderful mother.” There was a lull in the conversation, as Heather just stared at her feet, blushing and smiling. Mama Heather continued to smile warmly, and took another sip. “Seriously, though, you give any thoughts to marriage?”

“Well...relationships at the very least,” Heather responded, starring at the door, away from her mother. She decided to leave out the fact that some of these “relationships” she considered were of the “one night stand” quality.

“Oh? You know, the Greil Mercenaries have several women in their roster, and Ladies Lucia and Astrid are proof enough that there are women in Crimea’s army. Heck, when they’re not in that giant beast form, the Laguz can be rather stunning creatures. Any of them in your thoughts of relationships?”

“Eight,” Heather let slip, before registering, first, what she just said, instantly shutting up, and, second, her mother’s rather non-threatening, even complimentary description of the Laguz. For a commoner in Crimea, that was still rather unique. Maybe some of the things Sanaki made a public apology for after everyone was un-petrified were starting to change some minds.

“Eight? My goodness, something will HAVE to come from that.”

“Even though one of them is married and another is the queen,” Heather thought to herself. She even thought an innocent whistle.

“Well, I’ve held you back here long enough. You must be dying to meet your brothers and sisters again. They should be home soon from shopping.” Mama Heather finished off her tea. “But...before you go to meet them...Heather, come here.”

Mama Heather opened her arms wide. Heather smiled at the old lady, and embraced her tightly. “It’s good to see you again, mom...” she sighed warmly.

“It’s good to have you back, Heather. Do you promise, though, to stop the blackmail ring, would you?”

“Oh mother, you can’t say that some of those people didn’t deserve it.”

“At least take out that bit about Brom stealing one of the pies at the last harvest festival. He’s a good man, and that was such a minor offence. Plus, half the town already figures that he did it.”

“Well, if the dirt’s that light, I guess I could just brush it away.” Hearing the door open and several people walking in, Heather smiled, and stood up from the bed. “I promise, mom.” Spinning on a heel, Heather stepped out of the bedroom, grinning, arms opened wide. “So, who missed their big sister?”

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The day was filled with laughter and happy faces, glad at the return of the deviant sister. And the night was filled with tossing and turning. At least, for Heather it was. Letting out a huff of annoyance, Heather buried her face in the pillow. She had already disrobed from her pyjamas, on the grounds that it was too hot and stuffy that evening. She had also taken to lying underneath only ONE of her thinner sheets, as the others were too thick for that night.

Still, she couldn’t seem to bring herself to sleep. “I should’ve learned from the war...it wasn’t the thought of battle that was keeping me up, it was the tea. Always the damn tea.” Sighing, Heather figured that, perhaps, thinking of what she liked would help lull her to sleep.

Well, it was a start. “Let’s see... money... the smile on children... fine jewellery... headbands... tea--no, wait, Heather, think about what got you to this point. Okay, once again... oh... a fresh cherry pie... the songs Largo has those people sing at his pub... Calill and her family... the catgirls... the ravishing queen... Lucia... Mia... Nephenee...”

Heather began to notice a trend in her train of thought. The moment she thought of Calill, her mind began to wander towards those eight relationships she had mentioned earlier. One of her usual, alluring smiles spread on her lips, as she traced her hand over her stomach.

“There were some cute girls in that army... my... very cute.” Heather continued to think. In her mind’s eye, she lay bare, in a sea of darkness. “For starters, there was that sword girl with the purple hair... Mia was her name...”

Materializing next to Heather in the void was a naked Mia, in perfect form. Smiling coyly, Mia touched Heather’s shoulder, and pulled herself in. Letting out a little moan, she reached out with her tongue, and flicked at Heather’s nipple. This soon progressed to full out licking.

As Heather continued to fondle her breast, her legs twitched, pulling at the sheets below her. “Ah...and Illyana. She was so...adorable...I’ll bet Mia thought the same.”

Illyana faded into view, propped up on one elbow, positioned underneath Mia, who was still manipulating Heather’s breast. Letting out her usual, hungry moan, Illyana reached up, and stroked Mia’s nethers. After the initial twitch from the sword girl, Illyana reached up, and started licking at her thighs. Mia groaned, clamping her eyes shut even tighter. At this point, Mia opened her mouth, and placed it around Heather’s nipple, continuing to work it with her tongue, and now her teeth.

“And Lucia...oh, that woman...I wouldn’t mind having something at dawn with her.”

Lucia, her short blue hair the only thing to contrast and add to the beauty of her clear, naked skin, appeared on the opposite side of Heather. She stroked the blonde rogue’s cheek, and kissed it, before bringing her mouth down on Heather’s other breast and nipple.

“The queen...she's as ravishing as they say she is. Hot flashes every time I saw her. Oh the nights thinking of her and Lucia...”

Elincia stretched out, in a similar fashion to Illyana. And, like Illyana, she reached up, this time stroking Lucia’s thigh, before tenderly kissing and flicking at the blue haired bombshell’s nether lips.

Heather’s hand trailed down to her already moistening genitals. Sliding her fingers across, Heather let out a quick gasp. “Those two cat girls from the Alliance...the sisters, Lethe and Lyre. Oh they were so cute!”

In her fantasy, Lyre appeared, sitting at Heather’s nethers. Directly across from her sister, Lethe stared at Heather’s backside. The way they were sitting, though, the two catgirls had their groins touching. The two began to rub at each other, as Lyre plunged her tongue into Heather. Meanwhile, suppressing a groan from the stimulation she was sharing with Lyre, Lethe started kissing at the back of Heather’s legs, her lips slowly trailing up, until she planted a love bite on her bottom.

“She started this...” Heather thought. “Good way to start it...Ah, Calill, the forbidden angle makes it all the more alluring.”

Calill wrapped her arms around Heather’s neck, pressing her naked breasts against her back. The sage mother licked behind Heather’s ears, before planting kisses all along her neck and shoulders. Meanwhile, her hands were stroking Heather’s cleavage, sometimes petting Lucia and Mia’s heads.

“And of course...the best of them all...” Heather’s fingers finally found her clit, and started to pinch and fondle the pleasure center. Gasping again, Heather bit on her pillow, to muffle her groans of pleasure. “The loveliest of them all: Nephenee...”

Fantasy Heather’s eyes opened from the incredible, and various, pleasures all over her body, and she was staring into the eyes of the teal haired, country beauty. Nephenee smiled, her helmet gone, her armour gone, in fact, all her clothing gone. Blushing timidly, Nephenee reached up, and cupped Heather’s cheeks in her hands. Reaching in, Nephenee planted a kiss on Heather’s lips, which the rogue girl quickly made passionate.

Heather’s tongue brushed against the cover of her pillow, as her rubbing and pinching became more rapid in tempo. Her left leg was kicking. If she had other thoughts at the moment, one of them would be a sensation of thanks that her door was shut tight.

Nephenee’s tongue danced lightly with Heather’s obvious lead. Illyana moaned into Mia’s clit, Elincia into Lucia’s. All the while, the swordmistresses continued to do their work on Heather’s breasts, although the attention their own loves were giving them was certainly distracting. Lyre and Lethe continued to rub each other, and sometimes, Lyre would pull away from Heather’s hips to let out mewls of pleasure.

Calill gave out a sensual moan into the area where Heather’s shoulders met her neck. Nephenee let out a quick groan into Heather’s mouth. Heather was almost blinded and knocked senseless with pleasure and arousal. So much that it was in no surprise that in seconds, she…

Heather let out a loud, if muffled, outtake of air, as her legs shot out straight, and her hand was quickly covered in expelling secretions. Heather continued to gasp out a few breathes of air, as she trailed her hand up her stomach, and licked at her sticky fingers. As she was cleaning her middle finger, sleep began to take its course. “Masturbation. The perfect knock out drug.” As Heather drifted off, she consciously thought of what ELSE she could do with that harem she had created.