Ficlet Emblem

Frederick was nothing if not a dutiful knight who would do anything for his king. Anything. Rumours abounded among the Shepherds for years about the sorts of thing he did for him, and though the myths stopped circulating when Chrom proposed to Robin, many of them were in fact true. And just because people stopped talking about it, doesn't mean it wasn't still happening.

With his tight grip around his king's base, Frederick's tight lips slid from the cut tip down to where his thumb began. He knelt in front of Chrom, who sat on the bed with his legs parted and head cocked back a little as he enjoyed yet another 'servicing'. It was his knight who first suggested it, to relieve him of some frustrations that were effecting his mood, but it didn't take the Exalt long to realize that Frederick held feelings for him. They began a fling that lasted for over a year, oftentimes nightly sessions in Chrom's tent. They always said it would end when Chrom became engaged, but...

“I think I'll always be a little jealous of you, knowing that there's someone who can go down on my husband better than I can.” Robin leaned peered over Chrom's shoulder, her bare breasts pressed up tightly to her husband's back as she watched Frederick go to work. It was a sight to behold; he made blowing Chrom seem like a work of art, and she had even gone and timed how quickly she could get him off compared to him. She wasn't even close.

Pulling his lips back up, Frederick dragged his tongue along Chrom's head as his eyes shifted slightly to look at Robin. “Would you like me to service you next, my lady?” he asked in earnest. Robin had agreed to let him join them in their chambers any night he so desired, on the condition he didn't neglect her. He was eternally grateful for the chance to continue showing Chrom his affections, as well as the new sensation of being buried sandwiched between the royal couple. It left him just as eager to help her along, feelings beginning to rumble for Robin as well.

“Of course,” she purred, nipping at her husband's ear. Chrom tried to remain mostly quiet through it, countless months of threesomes still not numbing him to a tinge of embarrassment about having someone hear the sounds he made during sex, even when that person was his wife. But her teeth tapping against his sensitive lobe broke his resolve, and Robin wrapped her arms lovingly around her husband's chest. “But he needs it more than me, right now.”

With a corteous nod, Frederick pushed back down, going a little quicker to take advantage of the stifled moans rumbling in Chrom's mouth. His eyes lustily fell upon the face he fell more than a little in love with, watching excitedly as the Exalt's lips parted and the moans spilled forth. There was no feeling prouder than helping the sexually awkward king embrace the moment. He'd been so uncertain about the mere thought of continuing his and Frederick's relationship once he married, and it took Robin's heavy insistence to let them reach where they were now.

Poor, vanilla Chrom was in over his head pretty much perpetually with Robin, who was simply more sexually forward and open than him. She was a terrible influence, and one who had begun to rub off on him. As Frederick redoubled his efforts, sucking louder and bobbing his head more swiftly, he could feel hair against his hand, and his eyes widened in surprise. Without even thinking, he'd gripped his knight's head and had started moving along with his pace, keeping him steady and on target. Robin was ruining him.

Between the quicker blowjob and the flurry of kisses his purring wife left on his neck, Chrom didn't have a chance. He groaned, thrusting into Frederick's mouth as he came. A few seconds of squirming kept him from being still as his body tingled, balls tightening as they emptied, cock throbbing as he pumped his cum into his loyal knight's mouth. He then slumped limply against the tactician, groaning in lazy, tired pleasure.

Gently, Robin slipped out from behind Chrom, easing him down to lie on his back as she sat beside him on the bed. Frederick had suckled on his tip a little to keep him teased in the afterglow, but once Robin was in position he pulled away. Not a single drop of Chrom's seed had escaped his lips, all of it swallowed down dutifully. “The usual, my lady?”

Robin shook her head. “Judging by how tired you made Chrom, I'd say you deserve a little something. Skip ahead.” Usually, she'd have Frederick eat her out, sometimes to multiple orgasms if she was in a patient mood, but she was feeling up for something more. Her legs wrapped around Frederick's waist before he was even properly in position; Robin was impatient after watching him suck off her husband. Her heels dug into his back, ushering him in quicker, and Frederick couldn't possibly leave his demanding queen waiting. As he buried himself inside of her, she moaned, leaning back to lie on the bed and stare up at him.

Hands grasped at her waist as Frederick began to thrust, knowing how little she liked to be kept waiting when she was already in the mood. For her, watching him and Chrom was all the foreplay she needed, and there was a gorgeous woman lying on the bed, biting her lip and smiling up at him, who needed him. He wouldn't think of letting her down.

Frederick's thrusts were powerful, and Robin felt no reason to be silent. She moaned as his pushes rocked her body and made her breasts bounce, her shoulders rolling through to accentuate the motion and please his eyes. She was soaked from watching them, and he maintained a quick pace without problem. His discipline kept him remarkably steady, hitting the perfect rhythm so that just as she wanted another, he was at the apex of his next thrust, keeping her high and satisfied.

Chrom had shaken off his afterglow and shifted his body, crawling to his wife and kissing her. He adored the way she moaned into his mouth and how her hands spread out across his back as she held onto him tightly. There was no jealousy for Chrom; he loved Robin, and with her blessing he could continue to pursue his feelings for Frederick, and he returned her trust. The three of them all settled together into a very agreeable arrangement, Frederick all but a second husband in their relationship.

One of the exalt's hands went astray, fingertips dragging down her body and making her squirm in anticipation. She knew where they were going, but that didn't stop it from exciting her. He found her clitoris and didn't even wait to feel out Frederick's pace before just going at it, rubbing against swiftly and firmly against the sensitive nub. It made Robin cry out louder into their kiss, which she knew to be his plan all along. She wouldn't hold it against him.

The focus on her clit threw Robin off, and she didn't even try to hold back on her orgasm. She knew they had a long night ahead of them, and saw no reason to hold matters up. Her shoulders lifted off the bed as she cried out in bliss, muffled by her husband's lips, but only just barely. She rolled through it, writhing on the bed as she lavished in the attention of two beautiful men who, in that second, had only her pleasure in mind.

Frederick pulled out of her as the writhing began to die down. “I'm very close,” he said, and without a second's hesitation Chrom pulled away from his wife. The hand down at her lower body shifted, gripping Frederick's cock as his body shifted. He pulled Frederick in so that his cock pointed at the woman's midsection, and he went in for a kiss on the knight. The brunet's eyes went wide with surprise, still not used to the idea Chrom would give up kissing his wife to kiss him for a moment. Robin's nectar left him slick, and he eagerly fucked his lord's hand, not taking very long to release.

Thick, warm streams of cum landed across Robin's abdomen, and she shuddered a little from the sensation, smiling up at the two men. Chrom broke the kiss just in time for Robin to grab the knight's shoulders and give him one as well. She kissed him, the fire a little low as she gathered herself again, but still there. Frederick knew that in a moment's time she would be trying to roll him over and beckon Chrom behind her so she could once again feel their attentions on her, but Chrom's lips pushed into his shoulder and he decided to bask in the immediate. He was more than just a knight to them.