Path of Radiance Reborn

Hello readers. Sorry for the time it took for me to add this update but I have been quite busy. In any case, here you are. Just to let you know, it is highly likely that my next chapter will contain no sex. Yes, you heard me, but I am planning on writing a detailed chapter involving one of the game's major moments.

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It was pitch black when Ike opened his eyes. Blinking to strip the sleep from his vision, he let out a low sigh, sinking onto the soft mattress beneath him. Gradually, as his eyes adjusted to the darkness, he began to discern vague shapes and shadows in the darkness of the room. Frowning with preoccupation, Ike lay in the dark, his thoughts whirling around in his head.

In about six hours, he would have to rise and begin preparations for moving the army to Nados Castle. There he would face the ultimate test – fighting the Black Knight to avenge his father. A deep sense of dread had formed in the pit of his stomach since the start of the war, but now it had returned with much greater force. Try as he might, Ike couldn’t keep the upcoming battle out of his head – and dwelling on it repeatedly was the last thing he needed. Going into battle overtired, especially against the Black Knight, was a surefire way to get himself killed.

I need some distraction, he thought, turning sideways in bed to glance at Elincia’s naked form. He couldn’t see her very well in the darkness; only make out the gorgeous curves of her body in the shadows. Her lips were open slightly. Several stray strands of green hair were strewn across her visage, and they twitched as she breathed.

As good a distraction as any, I suppose… Ike smiled, reaching out and running a hand across Elincia’s side. She let out a soft murmur and opened her eyes, looking around confusedly. “Ike?” she mumbled.

“Hey,” he said, just as quietly. “Sorry. I can’t think about anything but the upcoming battle – it’s driving me crazy. I just wanted something to take my mind off things.”

“Didn’t I already do that last night?” she asked. Ike chuckled softly. “Yeah, I guess so. I’m just nervous.”

“It’s going to be okay,” she assured him, sitting up slightly. Ike felt himself hardening as he looked at her shadowy, naked form. “You’ve always made it out of these things before. But –” she reached out slowly, took his hand. Gently, she placed it on her breast, and Ike sighed as her soft, yielding skin met his fingers – “if there’s something I can do, then I’m all for it.”

She smiled at him. Ike returned her look gratefully before gently laying her down before him. He eagerly pulled the sheets over them, smothering them in darkness, before he smiled and went to her.

* * * * *

For what felt like the thousandth time, Jill turned over restlessly in her bed, sighing loudly. Try as she might, she just couldn’t sleep. Abandoning her fruitless efforts entirely, Jill swung her bare legs over the side of her bed, slipping out and heading for the door.

It’s really late, Jill thought as she eased her door open and walked off down the corridor, dark except for several hanging lamps scattered along its length. Most of the fort was asleep, achieving their much-needed rest for the assault on Nados Castle. The only people awake were soldiers on the night watch, standing guard in case Daien tried to launch a sneak attack on them in the dead of night. Jill knew she ought to be doing the same, but she was too anxious to sleep.

Jill headed down the hall, walking on the sides of her feet to muffle any noise. She was slightly chilly, dressed only in a pale blue nightgown that flowed down to her knees. Descending the spiral staircase at the end of the hall, she thought back to the battles she had previously taken part in since she had joined the Greil Mercenaries. Defending the apostle’s ships from enemy soldiers, breaking through the frontier of laguz nomads in the Grann Desert, crossing the Riven Bridge and battling Petrine, a Daein Rider…

Jill had undergone an incredible change since joining the mercenary team. Her outlook towards laguz had altered dramatically, particularly after numerous conversations with Lethe and other laguz. Jill could hardly believe how prejudiced and jaded she had been on the subject. She was revolted by how much hatred she had stored for their kind, but was now glad that she had changed her ways.

Preoccupied with her thoughts, Jill realized she had reached the Fort Pinell’s common room. Slipping inside, she saw that it was deserted, as she expected. She made straight for the wine cabinet near the fireplace, which was devoid of light apart from several dully-burning embers, which winked like tiny fireflies in the darkness. Jill opened the cabinet, removed a glass tankard and a bottle of mead, and expertly poured herself a glass. Setting the bottle on a table next to the fire, Jill bent over and stoked the dying embers, and within minutes, had a small but merry collection of flames eating away at the charred timber. Settling back in an armchair, Jill downed the tankard of mead in one, shutting her eyes as the sharp liquid went down her throat. Pouring herself another glass, she drowned herself within it, slowly feeling a pleasant heat rising throughout her body.

Some time later, Jill was satisfyingly drunk and swaying on her armchair. Hiccupping slightly, she heard something behind her. Turning around, Jill squinted into the half-lit room and saw somebody walk into the room. “Who’s there?” a voice called. Jill recognized it.

“Keiran?”

“Crimean Royal Knight, Fifth Platoon Captain Kieran!” he said proudly, walking around the armchair and into view. Although it took her several seconds or her dulled brain to comprehend it, Jill realized Keiran was dressed in combat gear. “You’ve been training?”

“Of course!” Keiran replied, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. “I was too wired to sleep, so I volunteered for night watch. I had a duel with several of the guards to get ready to obliterate some of those lowlife Daien soldiers tomorrow.”

“Good plan,” Jill murmured, lifting the tankard again and tipping the remainder of the lukewarm mead down her throat. She grimaced. “Damn. I’m out.”

“Allow me!” Keiran said, pulling two more bottles of mead out of the cabinet, along with another tankard. “Might as well kick back for now. I’ve trained enough for one night. How come you’re down here, anyway?”

Jill tried to remember. “I couldn’t sleep,” she said, after a long pause. Keiran nodded and filled their glasses. “Here’s to an incredible victory for Crimean Royal Knight Fifth Platoon Captain Kieran tomorrow!” the exuberant knight proclaimed, raising his glass. “Bottoms up!”

They drank.

* * * * *

“For star’s sake, Soren, what is the matter with you?”

“What?” Soren turned over, peering through the darkness at Marcia, whose lay beside him, glaring at him. She sat up, crossing her arms over her breasts.

“You keep rolling around and sighing like a dying cow! You just kicked me for the sixth time!”

“Oh. Sorry.”

“What’s the problem?” Marcia yawned, lying back down. “Are you worried about tomorrow’s fight?” Soren hesitated. “In a manner of speaking. It’s nothing major, just battle nerves.”

“Are you sure?” she asked. “Seems like more than that to me.”

“It’s nothing.” Marcia fell silent, before leaning over and planting a soft kiss on his cheek. Then she turned onto her side, facing away from him, and closed her eyes to sleep.

Soren sighed silently, trying not to let Marcia hear. I don’t want to tell her because it’ll just worry her… but the way Bertram died wasn’t natural. It seems like he was possessed… and that can only mean that there is more Wraith involvement. I had hoped to never see those things again, but… if the three that attacked Marcia and I were sent by Bertram, there’s a distinct possibility that the Black Knight could have several under his employ. I don’t know about this. I just don’t know…

* * * * *

Her vision was now beginning to blur slightly. She felt hot all over, and her nightdress felt suffocating on her body. Smiling sleepily, Jill set her glass down on the table next to her and looked at Keiran, who was as drunk as she was. He was looking into his glass and laughing at something beyond her comprehension, but his outburst prompted a series of giggles to rise within her as well. She tried to swipe his glass away, but he swerved it out of her reach and she winded up sprawled across his body, pressing snugly into him.

They looked at each other, each breathing hard. Keiran’s dark eyes bored into her. “I think I’m drunk,” he confessed. Jill laughed. “Damn right you are.” She reached for his drink again, and he wrapped an arm around her curvy waist, clutching her to him.

Jill was suddenly aware of something hard pressing into her leg. Looking down, she could hardly stifle a giggle as she saw the bulge that Keiran’s combat pants did little to hide. He grinned at her, his hand slowly running up her bare leg. Jill felt very hot and flustered. Normally, if a guy tried pulling that on her, she would have put him in his place. Right now, however… now she was so drunk and horny that she didn’t care. She just wanted something to distract her.

Keiran’s face was inches from her own. She could smell the alcohol that saturated his breath. “You want to?” he mumbled. Jill hesitated only briefly.

“Yeah…”

A second later they were kissing desperately, tongues fighting for dominance in each others mouths as they tore at each others clothes. Jill let her hands roam across Keiran’s chest, feeling every tight muscle on his frame. He groaned quietly, his hands tugging at his shirt, and she paused her stroking of his body until he had torn it away. Tossing the discarded shirt into a corner of the room, he resumed kissing her, one hand caressing her cheek.

Jill sighed into the kiss, completely and utterly lost in a sensation of hazy bliss. She lay on top of Keiran for a while, savouring the taste of alcohol on his tongue as he passionately kissed her. Keiran raised one hand and ran it across her stomach, slowly rising until he teased the undersides of her firm breasts with his fingers. Jill sighed loudly and reached down, grabbing him through his pants.

Keiran let out a choked gasp, his rock-hard erection straining against his pants. Jill yanked at them, and he quickly got the message, his hands scrabbling at them until he had freed himself from them. Jill sucked in a breath as she surveyed his manhood, standing rigidly before her. Wasting no time, Jill leaned over and encompassed his girth with her soft, wet lips.

“Unhh…” Keiran let out a low moan as a surge of pleasure shot through his body, while Jill teased his member by lightly swirling her tongue across it. Keiran closed his eyes, losing himself to the sensations as she slowly began to bob her head up and down, rhythmically sucking on his length. Jill began to lubricate his cock with saliva, gently increasing the pace at which she tongued his shaft. Keiran moaned again and grabbed her auburn hair, holding her in place, as jolts of pleasure shot through him, paralyzing him.

Jill kept her eyes closed as she reached out with one hand and squeezed Keiran’s balls, causing him to groan and shudder beneath her. She gently squeezed them with her hand, every so often reaching up and pumping the base of his cock while she sucked on its head. Keiran’s breathing was growing more and more erratic, as he began bucking upwards into her mouth, eyes shut tightly. Jill continued to alternate her work on Keiran’s dick, going from tonguing his shaft to encompassing his entire meat within her mouth. Every so often, Jill would take on of his balls into her mouth, sucking gently and using her tongue to bounce it around.

Keiran could hardly move for the bliss he was feeling. He groaned loudly, throwing back his head. “Jill! I’m – I’m about to cum!” Jill hardly acknowledged his cry, merely continued sucking his member for all it was worth, until Keiran couldn’t hold it in any longer. He lost control with a loud groan and sent his seed gushing into Jill’s throat. She swallowed it all, before slowly releasing him from her mouth and trailing kisses along his length.

Keiran let out a long breath. “Here, come lie down,” Jill murmured, sliding down to the floor, which was covered with a soft and elaborately styled rug. Keiran complied, hurriedly crawling forward until she was in his arms again. He began to grope at her breasts through the silk fabric of her nightshirt, and she let out a soft squeal. She squirmed beneath him, struggling to pull her nightshirt above her head. Keiran saw what she was doing and lent a hand, unceremoniously ripping it from her body and throwing it aside. He grinned as Jill’s pale, naked form lay before him.

Keiran reached out and began squeezing Jill’s generously sized breasts, loving the soft moans of satisfaction he received as he did so. Cupping and bouncing her soft flesh between his hands, he gently moved forward and began to kiss Jill’s neck. The wyvern rider sighed, a thin sheen of perspiration manifesting itself on her trembling body. Keiran continued to massage her breasts, rubbing her pale, creamy breasts and gently pinching her nipples as he did so.

Jill let out another squeal as Keiran touched her nipples, thrusting her chest outwards. Keiran began to trail kisses down her collar to her chest, pausing at the area just between Jill’s breasts. He slowly began to lick her skin, and Jill moaned, grabbing his hands with her own to maintain his vigorous squeezing of her breasts. Keiran ran his tongue across Jill’s right breast, sucking at her supple tit flesh before taking her pert pink nipple into his mouth. Jill cried out, still squirming beneath him, as his free hand slowly moved downwards towards her dripping wet pussy.

Keiran lightly ran his fingers across Jill’s dripping slit, causing her to shiver in excitement. Slowly, he inserted several fingers into her shining folds, and Jill let out a loud mewl as he stroked the inside of her pussy lips. Keiran continued to slide his fingers into her, probing into her warm, sticky depths, as Jill gave another lusty cry, her body shaking violently. Keiran sucked energetically on her rosy nipple, swirling his tongue around her areola, as he squeezed and bounced her other breast in his calloused hand. Jill was letting out continuous moans now, the combined pleasure from both her breasts and pussy overwhelming her.

Keiran increased the speed at which he thrust his fingers into her, and Jill let out a moan, tossing her head back and sending her fiery hair swirling around her face. Keiran roughly rubbed her clitoris with his thumb, and Jill’s pussy clenched around his fingers as she let out a loud cry, her orgasm pouring juices across his hand. He slowly licked his fingers clean, savouring Jill’s taste.

Keiran was rock hard again, and eager to perform again. He turned to Jill, who was flushed and breathing hard. She looked at him and nodded, giving him permission. Keiran slowly turned Jill over so that she was on her back. “Like this?”

“Yeah…”

Jill positioned herself so that she was on her hands and knees, her athletically toned ass facing Keiran’s eager manhood. He stood up, slowly moving forwards, until he was teasing her pussy lips from behind with his cock. Jill let out a ragged breath, and then he drove into her.

Jill almost passed out as his thick member filled her entirely, so she couldn’t focus on anything else. She let out a loud groan along with Keiran as he began to move, slowly sliding in and out of her. Vast surges of pleasure began to course through him as he pumped into Jill. He held her hips with both hands as he thrust into her, slowly increasing his pace, eliciting another lustful cry from her. Jill began to rock her body in response, sending his manhood deeper into her warm pussy.

Jill’s breasts bounced wildly against her chest as she jerked her body along with Keiran, and he reached down with both hands and cupped her tits between them, squeezing them repeatedly. Jill let out an avid moan as Keiran continued to pound into her, his hands palming her supple breasts. Jill’s hands grabbed his own, forcing him to maintain his caressing. Sweat rolled down Keiran’s face and neck as he went down on her, his entire body wrenching as he thrust wildly into Jill. The girl cried out in blissful passion, her arms growing shaky from holding herself up.

Loud moans and cries echoed through the room as the two thrashed around in a fit of ecstasy. Hands roamed across hips, flesh met flesh with loud slapping noises, nipples peeked out from between squeezing fingers. Orgasms rocked through Jill, and her legs went weak as pleasure exploded within her. Keiran’s head was thrust back as he fucked Jill ceaselessly, unintelligible words forming on his tongue. The incredible sensation in her loins grew more and more intense until she couldn’t hold it anymore.

“Keiran…!”

“Jill!”

She threw her head back, her hair flying wildly, and climaxed.

* * * * *

Several hours later, when the sky was beginning to lighten, the fort began to stir. Low sounds began to echo through the castle as its inhabitants awoke, getting up for what could be the last time. Within minutes, multitudes of soldiers poured out from the large castle, their armour gleaming from recent polishing. At their head were the Greil Mercenaries. Grim-faced, battle-worn, weary at heart, but not undefeated. Not yet.

Ike stood at the head of the procession, sword at his side. Soren, Elincia, and Titania stood at his side. He turned and looked at his friends, well aware that if he was not strong enough, he would die at the hands of the Black Knight, and the resistance would be crushed. Shaking his head, he emptied himself of all negative thought. Raising his arm, his sword glinting in the early morning light, he spoke two words.

“We move.”

A sound like rolling thunder rent the silent morning as the army moved off, armour shining, into the rising dawn.