Fire Emblem PoR: The aftermath

An://I;m sorry it's so late but with marriage moving and buying furniture we didn't have a lot for electronics like this computer, so it went on the back burner for a bit. Anyway enjoy like always.

With ease, Ranulf knocked away Rhy’s sword and swung the staff into his gut. He doubled over and grunted in pain, but immediately jumped back and stood next to the Black Knight, who warped away the next moment. Ranulf looked down onto Mia’s sobbing form and bent down to meet her face, and seizing her arm he wrapped it around his neck and slowly walked back to the camp. They had won; Ashanard was just too stupid to realize it.

Lucia dashed to Soren, who lay on the ground. She didn’t fear Ashanard; he wouldn’t harm her so long as Lethe was in his face. Soren’s breaths were quick and harsh. It was hard for her to watch it as it happened, but she lifted Soren up and threw him on the back of Oscar’s horse, hoping to God that his next breath wouldn’t be his last. She glanced to Stephan, who was being attended to by Mist and could almost already stand on his own two feet.

Lethe charged forward and swept her claws across Ashanard’s face, though he made no indication of having felt pain. Swinging his sword, Lethe jumped on it and ran at the man. Using her head as a ram she head-butted him, just hard enough to crack stone. He stumbled backward but swung his sword straight up before Lethe even managed to hit the ground. Distracted by the pain and the blood that now covered her body, she morphed back to her human form and fell on her behind. Ashanard was a proud man but refused to ever let an opportunity go. He dashed at Lethe and lifted his blade high into the air.

Ike had seen enough. If only he could take Ashanard before he could do it again.... He sprinted forward, unsheathed Ragnel, and stood over Lethe. Raising his sword and crouching down, he held off the attack, but with the force of Ashanard’s strength and the weight of his sword Ike sank to his knees. He laughed maniacally and continued with the pressure. Lethe positioned herself at his back and shoved with all of her strength. Together, they managed to throw him backward and into the dirt.

“Back down, Ashanard,” Ike stated confidently, Lethe to his rear with the rest of his mercenaries. “The Black Knight is gone and so is Rhys. You don’t stand a chance at all.” Looking across the field, you’d notice that there were patches of grass and dirt missing, as well as a few craters where people became more and more inventive with their attacks. But there were no Black Knight and no priest that carried an old staff from his past life. ‘That’s fine. I prefer it this way,’ Ashanard thought, letting out a low belly laugh.

Ashanard continued to laugh hard, so hard that the ground seemed to shake under him despite that his entire body seemed to be covered in blood. “Do you believe this is my first time fighting alone?” Ashanard asked, letting out a sharp whistle a large wyvern came cruising threw the sky, almost twice the size of Jill’s. He rode on top still laughing as hard as when he first started. “Die, fools!” he cried, swinging his massive sword without really aiming and sent the airwaves barreling toward Ike, Lethe, and the others.

“Handsome!” a familiar voice called out. Ike didn’t need to check as he raised his hand and felt a slim, warm hand wrap around his. Marcia lifted him onto her Pegasus knight and they were now chasing after the former king. Ike ran his fingers over the bandages that she wore. “Those? Pfft! They won’t stop me from killing him. After what happened, he has no excuse.” Marcia then pulled out the S-rank Lance wishblade from her side. Engraved in it were the words ‘For Malkalov,’ who fell in the last battle of the Great War.

~Flashback~

There were screams from every direction, howls that sounded more animal than man or Laguz, and roars that could only be from a monster. Marcia had her job. She, Jill, and Harr were meant to man the skies and kill any of the crows, hawks, or other airborne units that posed a threat. Their fighters had a golden ribbon on, so bright that just staring at it made your head ache. But it was worth it to keep you from killing your own and sparking turmoil.

After about an hour the skies fell dead. The Hawk King came to help and took out more than half of the air support without any aid. She looked down and saw the orange armor of her brother, who was off his horse and fighting with an enemy general. He had a sword and the man had the S-rank Lance wishblade. His sword was homemade and had a golden color to it to match his armor. If Marcia didn’t know better, she would swear that he brother was gay. The two charged at each other and while the general was slow, Malkalov couldn’t cut through the armor; he could barely dodge the man’s attacks. He tossed the spear and it skimped Malkalov’s shoulder. It hurt him and pierced his armor, but he charged again and swung three different times at the general’s head, making the man stumble.

Bryce rammed Malkalov and sent him through the air. Before Malkalov could even hit the ground, Bryce picked up his lance and stood over Malkalov, poised for the killing blow to her brother. She could hear the generals roar; only later did she learn his name was Bryce. She watched as the spear went into her brother’s stomach and out the other side.

Marcia raced down, and her horse almost read her mind when it kicked Bryce in the helmet, knocking it clear off. Jumping off, she pulled out her silver lance that was died pink and thrusted it onto his own. Pushing with all of her weight and strength they continued to battle. “You are strong, very strong for a Pegasus knight,” Bryce stated. It was a compliment, but she didn’t care; he killed her brother.

“You… will… die for what you just did.” Marcia stated in a low but deadly voice. Bryce just smirked at her statement and twisted his lance, knocking hers out of her hand. Marcia growled and dashed at her brother’s body. She heard him mumble something and handed her his sword. It was upgraded and had the same strength as a full-grown Laguz tiger’s claws.

She ran at Bryce and felt as his spear cleaved her side hip. It didn’t matter what did or did not happen, as long as she had her arms. (ATHF) Jumping on the lance and hoping he was strong, she was able to hold her weight. Thrusting the sword into his throat, she heard him gurgle and watched as blood spewed from his mouth. Pulling on the sharp end, she turned Bryce into a Pez dispenser.

She felt the warm blood trickle down her side as she lay down next to her dying brother. “Shh.... It’s okay, Malkalov…” Marcia stated when he whispered words into her ear, begging for her forgiveness.

“At least… I die with a clean slate,” he whispered, “instead of having a bookie break both my legs in several different places.” Marcia couldn’t help but laugh through her tears. Both closed their eyes and Marcia rested her head on his chest, listening to his heart while she still could.

~End Flashback~

She hated the memory; she hated whatever brought it up. In a way she had forgiven the knight Bryce. Since all he was doing was protecting his life and his king, she couldn’t blame him for fighting back. She blamed herself for not being able to save him or stop Bryce, in the same way she blamed King Ashanard, since he started the war. If that never happened then she would still have Malkalov and Bryce would still be breathing.

Ike could almost feel her intensity. It was in the air that surrounded her and he knew that there was no way that she let him do this on his own. ‘Not that I couldn’t,’ Ike thought, letting his ego interfere. “Listen. Get close. If I can get him off his wyvern, this fight will be a lot easier. Get ready to catch me.”

Marcia did as instructed and flew at top speed. She knew what Ike had planned and it scared her just to think about it. Ashanard continued to send airwaves, but none ever reached. Ike quickly sent one in response to block. So far it was working. “Now, Ike!” Marcia cried as he leapt off of her Pegasus and onto the wyvern. It fell about ten feet due to the extra weight, and that was low enough for both Ike and Lethe.

Lethe ran and grasped Ike’s hand. He threw her at the wyvern’s leg and she transformed, immediately dragging the dragon monster. Problem was they were twenty feet in the air. Marcia raced, but only managed to catch Lethe. Both of them watched helplessly as Commander Ike fell all the way to the ground with the crazed king and the terribly wounded dragon.

Everyone cringed as they hit the ground with a sickening thud. No one moved as a cloud of dust surrounded the two. There were no grunts, no groans, and no signs of life. “Brother!” Mist screamed, pulling out a mend staff. She could see two figures rise up. They weren’t talking, though they were staring straight at one another before they lifted their swords. The tips touched and they dashed faster than lightning. She heard a sword cut deep into flesh and glanced back and forth to both of the figures still covered by the cloud of dirt. Seconds ticked by. After about five seconds one fell. She gained nothing by standing still and cautiously approached the one that was still standing.

He wore a cape, but so did her brother and Ashanard. He wore armor, but so did her brother. This figure, though, wasn’t laughing; he was panting. That is something Ashanard wouldn’t do. Dashing forward, she wrapped her arms around her brother’s stomach. He moaned from pain and pulled away. “Hug me from the front. That scared me pretty badly.”

Mist closed the distance and embraced him as a mother would, with a hand to the back of his head pushing it into her shoulder, and Ike embraced her like a woman and wrapped his hands around her lower back. They didn’t say a word; it was like they were in each other’s minds. ‘I was so worried about you, Ike. I thought that you would leave me.’

‘I couldn’t leave you-- wouldn’t leave you until you were ready to be on your own,’ Ike thought.

‘Shut up,’ Mist thought back. ‘I want you with me forever, no matter if I get married, have children, or move into Goldea. I want you with me until the day you die.’

‘Hey, what makes you think that I would die first?’ Ike thought, not actually wanting an answer.

‘Look at this war. You’re gonna get your ass kicked.’ Ike couldn’t help but laugh and watch as the dust settled, and both he and his sister were covered in a lair of dust. He also noticed that she was crying -- smiling through it, but still crying. “Hey, we need to heal you,” Mist stated, pulling him back to the crowd that stood in awe at the display that they just saw. Mia and Ranulf beat Rhys, Stephan beat the Black Knight, and Soren lost to Ashanard, but Marcia, Ike, and Lethe beat Ashanard.

“I’m fine, Mist,” Ike began. “As fine as a guy can be after taking that massive fall. What I need right now is a bath; that would be really relaxing. But it’s not gonna work. We can’t bathe together. We haven’t done that for years.”

“Fine. You’re impossible. I get to take a bath first, though,” Mist stated, stalking off toward the bathing springs.

~Ike~

~One Hour Later~

“I made her real mad, didn’t I?” he asked Lucia.

“Yup. Everyone from the fight is going to be alright, though. We patched Soren up and did the same for Stephan. Mia is still with Ranulf. The two seem to be talking things through, at least. Oh, and there has been a message. Boyd and Titania are expected to come back today by sunset. So for now just mingle with the others and try to relax.”

“Thanks, Lucia. Why are you being so helpful, though? Most of the others have just backed off.”

“It’s cause of that scowl,” Lucia stated with a bright smile. “Since your sister and you got into that fight, your scowl has not left your face. It’s like back in the Great War. You never smiled or laughed.” Ike let out a low chuckle. “Alright. I am off to see Soren.”

With that she ran off to a nearby tent and Ike did his best to struggle with walking; even simple things like this were taxing on his body after a hard fight. He strolled over to a tree and climbed straight up. He guessed that Marcia and Lethe were enjoying a bath with Mist, the apostle was probably fending off Gantry’s advances, and King Caineghis was out for a stroll through the woods.

Staring straight up at the clouds, he closed his eyes and allowed himself to rest for a moment.

“Commander?” a familiar voice called out. Ike sat up and looked behind himself. There stood Nephenee in something that he had never seen before: jeans and a hoodie; she was without a helmet. Granted, the guards took shifts to allow some of the fighters to relax -- he just thought that he would never see the day.

“Hello to you too, Nephenee,” Ike greeted. “Never thought that I would see you in casual wear. What’s happening to everybody?”

Nephenee giggled. “It’s the heat. It messes with your head… and I see that it’s gotten to you too. This is the first time I’ve seen you in cargo pants and a regular tee-shirt.” Ike looked down and didn’t even remember taking off his armor to relax. He let out a chuckle and moved a little down the tree branch so Nephenee could relax as well.

She groaned and took a seat next to him. “So what exactly is going on with you and Marcia? She’s acting weird and spacey.”

“We are.... Well, just doing things like kissing. If it weren’t for this war, then we could date and things, but this war won’t end anytime soon,” Ike responded, feeling heat rush to his face.

Nephenee clutched her sides and couldn’t help but laugh at his facial expression. “I still can’t believe it. Our great commander that won the Great War and crushed Daien is blushing! Oh, goddess, that is funnier than you will ever know....”

“Yeah, well, I never thought that you would smile to anyone. Most of the time I thought you would go off the way that you never smiled or looked at children and could almost make them cry,” Ike stated.

Nephenee stopped laughing for a second. “Devdan said almost the exact same thing to me. I thought that he really would kill me.... Maybe I should make you cry like I did to those little kids that you told me about.”

“No, stop. I’m brittle.” Ike began putting his hands up in an attempt to keep her away. She pushed her body forward and one of her breasts landed right in his hands. He blushed, but she grabbed his shoulders and wrestled him off of the branch and onto the ground. She landed on top and Ike groaned in pain.

“Huh. This is the least painful position I ever put a guy in and still you act like a baby. God....” Nephenee’s face was inches away from Ike’s. She could feel his breath and he could smell the sent that heat made her give off. She smelt like flowers in spring after a short rainfall.

He began to sweat, giving off his own sent. He didn’t want to, but his body seemed to be taking the choice from him. Nephenee wrapped her arms around his neck and Ike did it to her waist. “I want it… please…” Nephenee begged. “It won’t mess things up with Lethe and Marcia, will it?”

“No, it won’t… but I don’t want things to change with this experience,” Ike stated, lowering his hands to her firm ass.

“The same answer,” Nephenee stated huskily. “Now get undressed. Heat is a killer on a woman.... Please just help me.”

Ike almost never refused any of his troupes -- Nephenee was no exception. She needed help and it wasn’t like this was a chore on Ike’s behalf. “You’re truly beautiful, you know that, Nephenee? Your personality, your fighting ability, your outsides and insides.... I don’t think that there is anyone quite like the way you are.”

“And you’re one of the greatest men that I have every gotten to know,” Nephenee answered, closing the distance between their lips. Ike nibbled on her lower lip, much to her delight. Pulling back for a moment, he pulled off her hoodie and raised an eyebrow. “No bra or undershirt?” Before she could answer Ike forced his lips back onto hers and thrusted his tongue into her mouth

Nephenee felt as if a fire was alight in her body, as warmth spread from her feet all the way to her head and even her hair. This was the first time in two weeks since she felt the touch of a man, and by the way that things have started out this would be a far better experience than she had with Boyd. She thrusted her hips against his in a smooth and gentle motion, making Ike moan and throw his head back.

He pushed her up and admired her bare midsection. Her chest was big but not to a humorous degree. Her chest bounced up and down and slowly came to a stop. He admired her stomach; it was flat and had a small line going up the center. She was well-muscled and had an outie belly button. Running his hand up the length of her stomach, he took note of her chest; it fit her petite frame perfectly. Her nipples were pink and a bit large, but everything seamed to match. Freckles ran over her chest, stomach, and her arms. “Are you enjoying this, Commander?” Undoing her button to her pants, she leisurely moved her hands to her zipper and began to slowly pull it down.

All Ike could do is nod dumbly as she tore off his shirt and ran her hands over his toned chest and chiseled stomach. ‘Ike… he’s just like I thought he would be,’ Nephenee thought. She knew her commander was built and loved his muscles. They were big but not too big, like Boyd’s were. ‘He kinda looked like a pale version of the Hulk, for crying out loud!’ Ripping off his pants, she held his swelling member in her hands.

In a gentle motion she tugged up and down slowly, teasing her commander. She opened her mouth and moved her hand. With a huge smile she lowered her head and gently sucked. With quick motions, she bobbed her head up and down, much to Ike’s delight. To him, it felt like his skin was being pulled back… and that wasn’t bad, either. Eventually, she pulled back and now was straddling his hips. “I’m sorry, I just can’t stand the taste. It’s not you. It never tastes good, I think.”

Ike wasn’t one for being teased. Growing impatient, he rolled her onto her back and lowered his face to her stomach. “I want to at least taste you.” Nephenee blushed as Ike flipped her underneath him. Gently Ike sucked on her neck, caressing it with the occasional kiss, nibble, and lick.

Nephenee arched her back and wriggled out of her pants a little as Ike gently sucked on her right nipple, using his left hand to pinch and massage her nipple and breast. She couldn’t handle it a minute longer; his playful teasing seemed to never end. “Lower… now,” Nephenee demanded in a low, husky voice.

Ike didn’t mind a bossy women -- in fact, he loved it. He loved when a woman knew what she wanted, what she needed, and when she needed help to do it. Not hesitating, Ike pulled her pants off the bottom of her legs and admired her patch of fur. It was trim and didn’t have hair sticking out in every direction (a definite plus, in his mind). It was a light blue, not like the sky or eggshell. The color was indescribable.

Lowering his face he put his hand up to her pubic region and licked straight up once, real slow. Nephenee shuttered and her legs trembled a little with the fire that Ike seemed to start between her legs. He let out a chuckle and went back to work. His tongue lapped up and down, and each one seemed to increase with pace.

Nephenee’s head thrashed back and forth. She felt herself going over the edge, drowning in ecstasy. Ike pushed his right hand’s fingers into her hole and lapped his tongue over her clit. Nephenee came and thrashed the entire time. It took all of her effort to keep her eyes open and not pass out.

Ike then spread her lips open using his left hand to stimulate her clit and his right to hold her walls open. Inserting his tongue he pushed farther and farther. Nephenee continued to moan, doing her best to hold out.

“Hold on. I want to try something a little new,” Ike began as he spread her lips again. This time, though, he folded his tongue before reinserting it. She gasped when Ike unfolded it and refolded it, pressing in and out the entire time.

Finally, she came again and Ike sighed. Walking over, he pulled up his pants and found his shirt. “I’m sorry, Nephenee.” Ike began gathering her pants and hoodie. Immediately, he pulled up her pants after whipping her up. “I think we went far enough for now.”

Nephenee stared in bewilderment, not that she was disappointed. “Why did you decide to stop?” she asked, adjusting her chest and throwing on her hoodie.

“I like what you just did with your hands and chest,” Ike stated. Nephenee acted shocked and gave him a playful slap on the arm. “I just didn’t want to.... I guess I just didn’t want to go all that far.”

“You don’t regret it, do you?” Nephenee asked as they followed a trail back to the main camp.

“No, of course not,” Ike stated, grasping her shoulder with his right arm and pulling her close. She didn’t resist and rested her head on his shoulder. “I never would do that if I ended up regretting it.” Gently, he squeezed her shoulder and rubbed his hands up and down her arms. “I just--” Ike let out a sigh. “If we kept going and I get to know you better than I know you now, I could fall in love with you like I did with Lethe and Marcia.”

“Is there something wrong with that?” an unknown voice asked; it was light and gentle.

“I don’t think that there truly is, so long as you love them all,” a deep, gruff voice answered for Ike. Emerging from the woods was Empress Sanaki and King Calhegis.

“Oh, God. Were you watching?” Ike asked with no tact at all.

“You really haven’t changed, have you?” Empress Sanaki asked. “Always blurting out things that should be kept to one’s self. Makes me wonder what exactly you were doing back there all by yourselves.” Ike continued to scowl at her. “No, we weren’t. We were just walking through the woods, discussing our plans to slowly integrate our two nations together.”

“How is that coming?” Nephenee asked, hoping to keep the conversation off of what the commander and her were doing together.

“Honestly? We’re baffled,” Calhegis answered. “We of the Laguz nation do not know how to protect our kin and integrate into a hostile nation that to some extent keeps slavery alive today.” He then let out a defeated sigh. “Both of our kinds can handle themselves, and we were also planning on putting protection of both the rebel group that you fought and our own personal guards, but....”

“We think that defeats the purpose,” Sanaki answered. “Sure, they would live together, but it would seemed to be more forced action than a willing thing.”

The pair continued to walk, chatting as they went about nothing in particular. The war could wait until the war room and would be held late, as they were now expecting the Hawk King Tibarn. Finally, they reached the camp and Empress Sanaki looked back at Ike and Nephenee, who were still holding one another, and gave them a small wink. Turning her back she gave a light jog over to her tent. “What do you think she meant by that wink?” Nephenee asked.

“She’s an empress. It doesn’t really matter,” Ike stated.

AN://Yeah, just remember that conversation with the Empress and Calhegis. What do you want me to do with the whole Nephenee and Ike thing? I could do what I’m doing with Lethe and Marcia, but I really don’t wanna. I prefer two, but I want input at the same time.

Anyway, next chapter will be about the war and what they plan to do with all the evil people, rumors about where they are, and yes, Boyd and Titania will be back and bring Elincia. King Tibarn will be there, so decide if you like Janaff or Ulki or Reyson and Leanne. I could put them in.