Fire Emblem PoR: The aftermath

AN: There will be a little OOC-ness in this chapter.... I know, but I just wanted to set something up. No, there isn’t incest in this; Ike and Mist are just close. I will not write a lemon between the two! They are just close and Mist is still a little in mourning because of her father’s death. Ike is simply a source of comfort.

Let me know if the lemon scenes are getting better. Sorry, but I didn’t feel like writing in accents, so Nephenee will talk normally. Too bad, huh?

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The dancing slowed as the group heard rustling in the bushes and the crushing of leaves. Ike heaved out the blade that was pushed off to his side and stood beside Lethe. He once again switched to a defensive stance, wanting to harm Mordecai if it wasn’t avoidable. Still, Ike would want to protect his troop, so he didn’t move, should Mordecai leap out of the bushes, mad with lust once more.

Gatrie subconsciously stood in front of Marcia, doing what he could to protect her. The bushes twenty feet away from the group shook once more, shedding more and more leaves. A blue cat leapt out and scanned the group; a horse with a young woman on top soon followed it. “Big brother?” a familiar voice called out. Ike noticeably relaxed when Ranulf de-transformed and Mist leapt off of her horse.

“Don’t scare us!” Marcia shouted from behind Gatrie. “Thank you, Gatrie,” she whispered into his ear. He giggled when she gently placed a kiss onto his cheek.

“Sorry,” apologized Mist, rubbing the back of her head before attempting to explain why she would come when she was explicitly told to stay back at the base. “I just thought that this was going to be a very dangerous mission and thought that you could use a healer. I wasn’t really needed at the base. Oh,” she added as an afterthought, “Shinon is doing a real good job keeping the base up. You have nothing to worry about.”

Ike nodded thankfully at her for the quick update. He watched as Ranulf signaled for him to follow. Still fearing Mordecai, Ike grabbed Lethe’s hand and the pair wandered off with Ranulf. “Don’t worry,” he stated with his usual smile. “I came to replace Mordecai, since I have a bit more control over my lust during heat. After all, I do guard the females during their journey to the countryside. You learn to block certain things out.”

Still, Lethe didn’t relax, as her claws were at the ready. Ike’s hand moved from the handle of his handcrafted sword and he relaxed. “Thanks,” Ike stated. “There is still a party. You care to join us?” Ranulf smiled once more as he rejoined the group.

No, they were no longer dancing, but sitting at a bench and exchanging stories. After all, it had been nearly five years since they have last seen one another.

Ranulf relaxed even more in the atmosphere, if at all possible, and sat down next to Mia. Almost on sight, the two started to chat away. In the war, he was the one that gave Rhys the motivation he needed to finally seal the deal with Mia, giving the priest the necessary push to kiss the sword master.

Oscar was busy talking with his younger brother Boyd, wondering just how Rolf managed to learn to use a ballistae the way that Shinon did. Marcia and Lucia were a little way away from the group, talking in hushed tones and giggling every now and then. Ike shook his head; he didn’t need a second guess to know what they were gossiping about.

“Lethe… do you feel safe enough to sleep on your own in your tent tonight?” Ike asked in a very gentle tone, trying his hardest to not sound insulting. Once again, a thoughtful look came over her face. ‘She looks cute when she does that,’ he thought, smiling inwardly.

“I don’t mind either way,” Lethe stated in her normal, cool voice. To Ike, it was obvious that she was too proud to ask for help, even if she would really need it.

Shrugging, Ike traveled back to his own tent. Unzipping the front, he strode in and stripped off the body armor that weighed him down and detached the sword from his hip. Pulling off his large coat, Ike felt a lot lighter in just his pants and boxers.

“Brother?” Mist called out before walking into the tent. “Do you need me to leave?” she asked as she turned around, blushing from embarrassment due to seeing her big brother in his current state of undress.

“It isn’t a problem.” Ike sighed and pulled the coat over his upper body. “You can turn around now. Is there something that you need?”

“Yes. I just wanted to share a tent. Boyd and Nephenee are a little… occupied.”

Ike shuttered at the thought, not really caring to know what exactly Mist meant. “Sure. There is only one bed, though. I guess I could sleep on the floor.” With a shake of his quilt, his armor and weapons flew off of the bed and landed on the floor with a loud clang.

“Don’t be silly,” Mist replied. “We’re brother and sister. There is nothing wrong with sharing a bed.”

‘I thought that since she is a woman, she would want to be left alone more often.... Maybe she has grown used to sharing a bed with me?’ Ike thought. When their father died six years ago, Mist continually had nightmares of a faceless man not only murdering her father, but Ike as well. She would wake up and sob, shuffling through the base that they were staying at, looking for her brother.

After a while, the others grew perturbed and made the suggestion that Ike should share a room with her, since he was the one that she looked for. Still, in the night, she would wake up, forgetting that Ike was in her room and look around the base until Ike managed to find her. More than often, though, he would find Mist down near Father’s grave, sobbing and muttering both of their names.

Growing tired of everything from his frustration to his sister’s perpetual sadness, Ike would share a bed with her, holding her tightly to ward off the nightmares that would make her get up and cry.

After the Daien war, the dreams died out. Still, though, whenever Ike would leave on a mission without her, he would come back and embrace his sister, finding tears in her eyes and bags under them as well. She would eat and sleep less whenever Ike left. He tried to bring her along, but most of the missions were exceedingly dangerous, and Mist could get seriously hurt.

It didn’t take a lot of thought on Ike’s part to find the true reason she came to him.... She was afraid of his death, a death that is inevitable for any mercenary. That is why he always consented to what she wished, hopping that when the day did come, she would find comfort in the memories that he built with her. “I guess you’re right,” Ike replied as he slid into the bed next to his sister, lying flat on his back.

Like every time, she would snuggle closer to him and use his chest as her personal makeshift pillow. And every time she would sigh into his body. The moon shined through a cut in the top of the tent and upon her face, revealing a benevolent smile playing on her lips.

Slowly, Ike wrapped his arm around her shoulder and held her close, securing her tightly -- but not uncomfortably -- into his body. Mist fell asleep with two thoughts: she had a very kind big brother, and that Ike had a similar upper body as Boyd’s.

~Boyd and Nephenee~

Boyd held onto Nephenee’s hand as the two walked down the creek, chatting rather loudly between themselves. Soon, they reached the end of the river as it expanded into a lake, with a dock that extended all of the way to the center. Nephenee pulled Boyd out. “They had a dock just like this at my old home in the country,” she stated.

“Really?” Boyd questioned as they reached the end. “What was it for… fishing?”

“No. This.” With those words, Nephenee shoved Boyd into the lake, making a huge splash. Nephenee roared with laughter as Boyd reemerged from the lake, dripping wet.

“Is this funny?” Boyd asked as he grabbed her by the arms and flipped her into the lake. She let out a screech as she flew through the air and landed, making a splash. She popped above the water, laughing as hard as Boyd.

Quickly, Boyd unbuttoned his dress shirt and took off his pants, carefully hanging them on the edge of the dock in an attempt to let them dry. He hopped into the water, wearing only his underwear. Nephenee screeched again as some of the water splashed her in the face.

Boyd rose up and Nephenee used her arms to fling a giant wave of water right at him; Boyd, though, had the courtesy to return the favor. She moved in a similar fashion until Boyd submerged himself in the water. He rose up right in front of her and shoved her up against the dock.

She let out a small gasp for air as they stared each other in the eyes. He could feel her body heat and each breath that she let out, only inches away from her lips. Boyd shoved himself up against her, pinning her tightly. She let out a small moan as Boyd felt her nipples poking through the thin garment.

Their lips only touched for a moment before they pulled away. “I shouldn’t have done that,” Boyd stated. “I’m sorry, Neph--” Boyd felt her arm wrap around the back of his head, cramming his mouth up against hers.

The kiss was unlike anything either of them had experienced. Almost no words could describe the romance that was in the air as the moon shined down on the kissing couple. Nephenee grinded into Boyd and wrapped her legs tightly around his waist. There was no way that he could stop now… not that he really wanted to.

The lovers pulled apart. Boyd looked on her face and saw that her makeup was running down her face. Scooping up some water, he carefully wiped it off. “Why do you wear so much makeup?” Boyd asked out of curiosity.

“It makes me beautiful,” Nephenee stated, releasing the deathlike grip her legs had on Boyd.

“You always were.”

Nephenee stared at his face and smiled. “Come on. We will get sick if we stay in the water.” The pair climbed out and Nephenee dropped her dress. It fell to the floor and revealed that she wasn’t wearing any underwear. “No one other than Callil said that I was beautiful without makeup on. Brom doesn’t count,” she stated as she walked over to Boyd, shaking her upper body a bit more then she really needed to. “Thank you.... You have no clue what those few words meant to me.”

Boyd was stunned, for apparently three words had caused this situation to be upon him. Sure, she was in heat and unsure of everything, but she liked him… that had to make up for it. Shaking the thoughts, Boyd gently laid his hands on her shoulders and turned his head a little before pressing his face into hers.

The kiss was passionate, so passionate that Boyd didn’t need to ask if this is what she really wanted. Her lips tugged on his, pulling them out a few inches. He leaned his forehead forward so it hit hers, both panting from lack of air.

Boyd let his hands fall from her shoulders and down her smooth arms. Finally, he stopped at her hips and pulled her into him. They could sense the heat coming off of the other’s body, sense the other person’s warm breath. Nephenee could feel Boyd’s member and Boyd could feel her nipples poking into his chest.

He threw his head back as Nephenee ran her hand up and down his throbbing member. To Boyd, this was torture; she was going too slow and teasing too much. Taking things in his own hands -- literally -- he scooped her up in his arms and ran down to the side of the river, and laid her down in the soft, warm sand.

“Please,” Nephenee almost begged, “make love to me.”

Boyd smiled; she was as eager as he was. Now it was her turn to wait for him. Boyd would torture Nephenee the same way she did to him. ‘Just start at the top,’ he thought as he licked and sucked on her neck. Slowly, he crept downward on her body, and she gasped whenever his tongue danced across her skin. ‘She really does want this,’ Boyd thought as his member was three inches away from her slit. He could almost feel the heat coming off of it.

He then took one breast in each of his hands. They were large, but not overly large. Lowering his head, he traced circles around a nipple. Nephenee’s hands latched onto the grass as her back arched, trying to make it easier for Boyd to reach her. Gently, Boyd took the nipple between his fingers and twisted back and forth. She let out a squeal of excitement and pleasure as Boyd pulled his hand back, still holding the nipple.

Boyd smiled after a while and decided to continue down on her body. Her firm stomach was coated with a thin layer of sweat, which Boyd licked up. He looked up and smiled at her. Nephenee’s face was red with blush and was sweating from the heat and excitement of the night. It betrayed many things: lust, wanting, and pleasure, telling Boyd to continue down on his path.

‘She has been tortured enough,’ Boyd thought with a sinister smile as he looked down on her pussy. Her lips glistened in the moonlight as he placed his thumb on the entrance of her slit, rubbing up and down in a constantly quickening pace. He pulled out and placed his thumb on her clit.

Nephenee threw her head back as her body was racked with pleasure; her mind raced and looked for something to say. The only thing she could think to do was moan and ask Boyd to move onto the next step, which he was more than happy to comply with.

He lowered his head past the small patch of hair and lower down between her legs. His tongue darted out and licked up and down in a very slow motion. Nephenee used every ounce of her self-control not to orgasm right that minute. Boyd then moved his head up and pushed his lips around her clit, immediately encircling it.

Nephenee never felt anything like it. Boyd’s fingers continually pumped in and out of her, his mouth sucking on her clit. All she could do was fight off the orgasm, bite her lip to muffle some of the moans, and thrash her head from side to side. “Boyd… I’m gonna-- I’m gonna-- Oh, God!” Nephenee cried out.

The moans were music to his ears as she released on his face. Boyd greedily accepted the gift as her hips shook and pulsed from the aftermath of the orgasm. Boyd let his fingers out and Nephenee fell back onto the ground, gasping for breath. Boyd, however, sat on his legs and waited for her to recover.

Her eyes lost the glazed-over look as she smiled sexily at him. “Your turn,” she stated before leaping on him. She giggled as he groaned when her bodyweight was on top of him. “You’ll like this,” Nephenee stated as she kissed his toned chest, her hands slowly going down the length of his arms. She now was at the foot of his pelvic region and stared at his throbbing member. Demanding attention, it was standing straight up in the air.

She grasped the tip of it and twisted in a circular motion. Boyd let out a moan as she leaned down and stuck out her tongue, lubricating the tip. Moving her hand down to the base, she took a tight grip and pulled his member into her mouth, sucking gently and slowly. “Were… did you… learn this?” Boyd questioned.

She pulled her mouth away and placed her hair into a ponytail. “Callil. She taught me a lot.” With a beautiful smile, she reassumed the position. Boyd let out a loud moan as Nephenee went to work on his balls, gently massaging them with her left hand, while her head bobbed up and down, sucking the entire time.

Boyd was in heaven as he cried out, “I think I’m cumming.” Nephenee immediately pulled back as Boyd shot a jet stream out. He screamed and Nephenee lay on top of him as he finally stopped.

“You want to keep going?” Boyd asked as he regained his strength, his cock standing at attention once again. She smiled at him, as the moonlight illuminated her face. His dick gave a little twitch when he saw this. ‘God, that was hot,’ he thought.

“If you want to, I am more than willing,” Nephenee stated. She was raised in the country, devoid of the racism for Laguz; she knew that she was in heat and that was what caused Boyd some insecurity. “I promise that I won’t get pregnant. Just let me know when you are gonna cum, okay?” Nephenee asked, as Boyd blushed and nodded.

Nephenee raised her hips up and hovered above Boyd. His member twitched as her lips played with the very tip, rocking back and forth. “Let’s see if you can do this as good as you fight,” Nephenee stated, slowly lowering herself on top of him.

‘It’s tight,’ Boyd thought. They went perfect together, like how a banana fit perfectly into its peel, leaving no space for anything else.

Nephenee slowly rose up, then slammed back down, moaning with each jump. Boyd watched in a trance-like state as her tits flew with each bounce. He had to fight it all down: not to come, and to allow her to please herself.

Boyd latched onto her tight, supple ass and held her in the air. Boyd then began to piston into Nephenee, slow at first, but he gradually built up speed. “K-Keep going,” Nephenee ordered with a loud moan. Boyd smiled, happy to comply.

Boyd moved his hands to her tits, squeezing and rubbing in a circular motion. Nephenee screamed as she continued to ride him.

Ecstasy took over her body as she began to feel her walls tighten around his member. This only encouraged Boyd to continue the motions. Nephenee fell forward, propping herself above Boyd. His hands moved down to her hips, eye on her chest, only inches away from his face. “I’m gonna-- Oh, God!” Nephenee cried out as Boyd continued. She collapsed onto his chest and Boyd immediately pulled out of her, not wanting her to get pregnant.

Nephenee rolled off of Boyd and pressed her body into his side, beaming at him. “That was amazing,” she stated.

“I didn’t go too hard and hurt you, did I?” Boyd asked, guilt taking him over.

“No,” Nephenee said with a benevolent smile. “I would have done something.... Don’t worry.” Nephenee looked upon his face. “What’s the matter?” she asked when his face was still holding worry.

“You’re in heat.... Ike told me, and I still took advantage.” Boyd got up and pulled on his clothes. “Please, don’t hate me for what I did. I’m so sorry.” With that, Boyd took off running, never having felt so ashamed of himself. ‘I’ll go back to the base,’ he thought. ‘I know I am running… but I can’t face her again.’

Boyd pulled everything together and watched as the sun rose over the horizon. ‘Ike should be up,’ he thought, walking down to his tent. He laughed as he walked by a passed-out Gatrie, who lay on a picnic table, his arms draped over the edges and head off the edge. “Pretty funny, huh?” a familiar voice called out.

“Mist,” Boyd regarded as he walked by.

“What’s the matter?” she asked.

“I’m going back to the base,” he responded.

“That isn’t what I asked. What’s the matter?” Mist repeated, making him take a seat on a picnic bench.

“Last night… I did something terrible. I took advantage of a situation,” Boyd stated, hopping with all of his heart that Mist wasn’t old enough to fully comprehend what he meant.

“You mean Nephenee?”

‘Shit. She knows,’ Boyd thought as a blush spread across his cheeks.

“Look, she is really bothered.... You just left her on the beach. If you want to go, fine, go. But talk to her first,” Mist ordered in a motherly tone. “You leave without a word, she’ll be worried and you will have screwed this entire army over.”

Boyd shook his head. “Fine. Know where she is?” Mist smiled at his decision and pointed to a tree to the far side of camp. She was in her normal battle gear and lay out on a branch, her legs overlapping each other. Taking a tight grip, Boyd climbed up. “Hey,” he greeted. She turned to him and smiled. “I’m sorry.”

“For what?” she questioned, swinging her legs over the side and moving down, making enough room for him to sit down.

“I knew that you were in heat.... I took advantage,” Boyd admitted shamefully.

“That’s it?” she asked. “It ain’t nothing. Sure, we are sexually frustrated, but we can ignore it. I slept with you ‘cause I wanted to… not because it was a whim of the moment.” Boyd looked her in the eyes and she smiled. “Sorry, big man. I took advantage of you. We’re just fuck buddies.”

Boyd groaned and let his head rest against the tree. “Alright… but can we do that again?” Boyd asked eagerly. She laughed at his enthusiasm and nodded. “Awesome.” She laughed again. “What?”

“No. It’s just the last time I went in a tree, Brom followed and he was too heavy and broke the branch. Just glad that it didn’t happen again with your fat head and all.”

~Back to Ike~

Ike walked out of his tent, his hand holding Mist’s. “Sleep well?” he asked, and she nodded her head. “Good. I’ll see you later.” Mist got the message and skipped off in the other direction.

Ike walked down to the river and found Lethe washing off her face. The sun beamed off of the glistening water, making Lethe look that much more beautiful. He settled down next to her. “Hey,” he greeted. Lethe didn’t respond, though, just sat staring into the water at her own reflection. “You okay?”

“You didn’t come,” she stated coolly.

“Where? Last night you told me to--”

“Not that,” Lethe snapped. “You said you were coming to Gallia with me… but you never came.”

“I meant to,” Ike stated, looking at her even if she didn’t care to look back. ‘This came out of nowhere.... We danced last night, and today she is mad!’

“Meaning to and actually doing is different,” Lethe explained, trying to remain calm. “You know what I told Ranulf when he offered to get me back to Gallia?” She turned to Ike. “I said that I wanted to stay and protect you and everyone else, that I wanted to celebrate when we finally won.... You never came to me… you just left.” Slowly, it clicked in Ike’s mind. She liked him. “Is it because of my tail…? Ears?” she asked running a hand over her ears.

“What’s with you?” Ike asked. “You never used to act like this.” Still, the gears turned in Ike’s head. Racism between the races… her insecurity and liking him… the night that he spent with Marcia, and her moodiness the next day… and even him saving her from Mordecai. “I do care for you, Lethe,” Ike stated, running his hand over her cheek. “I never meant to hurt you.” His face was soft, devoid of his normal scowl. “I’d love a second dance.”

She looked at his eyes. “You mean chance?”

“No. We never had a first chance… so let’s just start with a dance.” Ike walked over to the stereo and turned on a slow-paced song. Holding Lethe’s hand, they danced closed to each other. When the song was over, Gatrie stood by the stereo and Marcia was with him, as well the rest of the camp clapping.

“Stupid humans,” Lethe mumbled. Ike let out a laugh and went down to the creek with her. Moving his hand to the back of her head, he continued up and rubbed her ears.

A small noise came out of her mouth as she closed her eyes and for the first time -- that Ike witnessed -- she relaxed. “You purr? I didn’t know that.”

“You killed the moment,” she replied. Ike just let out a little chuckle as they finished watching the sunrise.

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AN: Lethe is a hard character to write. And I know she was OOC, but it was the only way that you could have a set up for a lemon between the two.

Anyway, here are the choices for the next lemon:

Soren/Lucia/Oscar (no slash involved)

Ike/Lethe

Ike/Mia

Mia/gangbang (not sure how this will happen… but I have a vague idea.)

Mia/Ranulf

Vote and the one with the most I will write up next.

Most importantly, leave a review. Flame me if it is a helpful flame. If you just want to be an ass and try and make me feel bad with no constructive criticism, then STOP FUCKING READING, ASSHOLE!

Anon: Thanks for being honest. It is really helpful, and I really appreciate it. Looking forward to hearing from you again. And thanks for pointing out I misspellings. My beta doesn’t play the game, so she can’t fix that. If you see anything else, let me know.

Emblem of Radiance: Thanks. I’ll try and update a little faster next time.... It was just hard to get the lemon the way that I liked it.

A reader: Alright, don’t worry. I will cement the idea of the plot later on. Don’t worry; it’s coming.

Magebear7: Good to know. If you have any suggestions or helpful criticism, leave a review.