Fire Emblem PoR: The aftermath

Ike and Lethe just lay in the bed together. They weren’t thinking anything or doing anything, just holding one another and occasionally running their fingers through the other’s hair. The room was dark; you could barley see the door of the tent, just a small outline where the light shined through from a torch some space away.

Ike heard Lethe move. Her body rubbed up against his, causing the clothing to ruffle. Lethe slowly rolled on top of Ike and closed her legs on his hips, securing herself tightly. She leaned in very closely, so close that Ike could feel her breath as it flew past his ears. “I choose you,” Lethe stated simply.

“Choose me for what?” Ike asked, curiosity written across his face.

“For a mate,” Lethe replied. “You see, in Gallia… because we have such a low population due to casualties in the war, the king passed a law saying that we must choose one. I choose you.”

“I understand that.” Ike shook his head back and forth. “But why me? Why not someone like Ranulf? Not that I am not happy about being chosen for your mate,” Ike added as an afterthought.

He suddenly remembered how when he was five, he and a girl were playing together (he wasn’t too sure, but it could have been Mia) and she had asked if when they grew up he would marry her. When Ike said no and added that she was “gross,” the girl had cried and didn’t talk to him until the very last day before she left a year later. ‘I don’t care to relive that with someone like Lethe,’ Ike thought, knowing all too well what Lethe could do to a human when she was angry.

“Well, ever since the first moment I met you, I noticed something was different about you.” Lethe then rose up. She towered over Ike, who was still pinned under her. “It’s the way that you talked to me, like you would any of your other friends.... You have such fierce determination. In the fight with the Black Night, we all watched… we watched you stand plenty of his attacks. We saw you leap in the air and bring your sword back down on him, finally crushing him under your sword and killing him. You did what you wanted: avenged your father. You could have stopped, but didn’t. You went to Ashanard, and with the Hawk King you managed to beat him.” Lethe then lowered herself back down to his ear. “You speak volumes and don’t even know it, all to help a princess that you didn’t need to.”

“Alright,” Ike said with a smirk, closing the gap between their lips. Lethe was a little shocked at first. Usually, a male Beroic is repulsed at the thought of being in a relationship with a Laguz, much less being a mate to one.

The kiss was slow and prolonged. For the first time, Ike was overwhelming Lethe. Her heart fluttered and leapt into her throat. Both of Ike’s hands embedded themselves into her orange hair, gently caressing her scalp.

They pulled apart for breath. Ike lifted his head and licked her lips, tasting what he thought were cherries. She whimpered a little as her lips began to tingle. His tongue danced on her lips, enjoying their taste. Slowly, she opened her mouth and his tongue flew inside. The kiss deepened as they fought for dominance.

Ike then lowered his hands to her arms and gently pushed her up. Silently, he sat up and scooped her into his arms like a groom would do for his bride and laid her down on the floor, positioning himself above her. She smiled as he lay down on top of her and he began to kiss her collarbone, stopping after a moment to stare into her violet-colored eyes and run his hands up the side of her ribs under her shirt. She nodded her head, giving him the go-ahead. She wanted this; she wanted him to be her mate. If it were to be, then this would happen a lot. ‘Wouldn’t it?’ she questioned.

Ike’s hands ran over her chest and peeled away her shirt. Quickly, he whipped it away to the other end of the large tent. He raised an eyebrow at her beauty, but she just blushed and closed her eyes. Ike began to kiss lower and lower. Soon, his mouth was over her breast, sucking, nibbling, and licking in alteration. When his mouth was on one, his hand would move and knead the other when his mouth was otherwise busy. Her inner legs began to burn with something she hadn’t felt before. It told her to let Ike go, and if at all possible make him go to work faster.

‘I need this,’ she thought, as Ike rose up and tore off his shirt. Their eyes only broke when the material blocked out his eyes, and she soon noticed that his sturdy and well-muscled chest.

Ike’s hands rested on her stomach and slowly moved lower, peeling off the miniskirt. Ike was surprised to see that she didn’t wear any underwear. He gave her another questioning look as he pulled off his own pants and undergarments. “Do… it… please. I need this… I need to feel you.”

Ike pressed his lips to hers again; this time it was a loving feeling that flooded over the pair. Ike pushed the tip of his manhood forward and rubbed up and down against her lips. She gasped and her inner legs seemed to ache, longing for more. Ike then slowly filled into her. It hurt her, but it wasn’t unbearable. He lowered down to her face and pressed his lips once again to her, whispering apologies as he waited for her pain to dull. When it finally lessened, he pulled out of her only to thrust back in. She gasped as pleasure seemed to over take them.

Lethe was in bliss while the pistoning of Ike continued to gain more and more speed. He seemed to completely fill her. Ike gripped her hips hard, so hard that his muscles grew and his veins bulged. Lethe pulled her legs up and around his waist, holding him tightly. She was slightly afraid that if he pulled backward again he would pull out of her completely.

Slowly, his speed began to decrease, but she still was in bliss as the pleasure continued to grow, even while he slowed down. Ike felt her walls tighten and felt a similar pressure build up in the upper part of his legs, then move up into his crotch. She gasped and withered, and Ike nearly screamed as he pulled out.

He rolled over and off of Lethe, and a thin layer of sweat had grown over their bodies. Ike pulled his arm out and wrapped it around Lethe’s neck, pulling her toward him; she used his arm as a pillow and let her arms fall over his chest. Something came to Ike‘s mind, something that he was told just a little while ago. “What about Marcia? I mean, I do feel something for you, but I also feel something for her.”

Lethe let out a sigh. “Nothing to worry about. In our country, men and women have multiple mates. Why, our king has five females. Mordecai has three and Giffca has four. You having me and another is nothing unheard of. Although… I’ve never… really had another mate before you. It’s weird… I think that my parents may hate me more now.” Ike lazily rolled his head over and stared at her with a look that demanded to know the whole answer. “She’s the favorite…my sister is the right one. If anything, choosing you as a mate will only make them like her more. Laguz that chose Beroic are scum.”

“Not in my eyes. You are beautiful, strong, kind, open-minded, and you speak your mind, funny and have a sharp tounge. To top it off, you chose me.” Ike then leaned in and their lips touched again.

“Hey, Ike! Guess what!!” Soren cried as he swung the door to the tent open. He saw the two naked and the color red immediately went over his face, though Lethe didn’t seem to care at all.

~Ten minutes later~

“Okay, Soren,” Ike began, noticing that the sun was finally starting to rise. “What is so important that you had to wake me up? And are you smiling?” Ike then noticed the small cut next to the jewel on his head, marking him forever as a halfling.

This wasn’t a plastered smile or a smile of congratulations. This was a smile of happiness, the first one that Ike had seen Soren with since he first said that he didn’t care if Soren was half Laguz. “You weren’t sleeping.” Soren accused jokingly much to Ike‘s dismay. ‘Since when does Soren joke?’ He thought. “Yes, it seems that not only you and myself have had nice nights, but so did Oscar and Lucia. We will try and start you with a small, happy note. It went down like this....”

~Soren’s night~

Soren sighed as he walked down to Lucia’s tent. ‘Why am I doing this?’ he thought. The only noises that were heard were his feet occasionally crushing a leaf. ‘I bet he’ll be there,’ Soren thought with a bitter taste in his mouth. By “him,” of course, he meant Oscar.

Something was odd about Lucia; there was something that he just didn’t understand about the woman. With most people, he could get a pretty good feel for them and their personalities. Lethe was intense and very strong, more likely to attack than try to talk; Gatrie was a womanizer and thought more of his own ideals than anyone else’s; Oscar was tough and not one to back down if he could change something, yet he would rather talk things out than try to get involved in a fight. Lucia was not that way, though. He knew what she was like; he just couldn’t get a beat on her or predict her moves like he could with the others.

He let out another sigh as he reached her tent. Pulling down the zipper, he found Lucia sitting on her cot with Oscar opposite of her, his own cot a little ways away. Yet there was a third. No one else was in the tent, however.

He looked at Lucia; she was perfect. In her hand was wine that she swirled effortlessly by swirling her wrist around. Her white boots gave way to her red pants that traveled up her toned legs. Her stomach was flat and toned, leading up to her high and firm chest.

Oscar sat in the corner, wearing his cargo pants and a green t-shirt. Soren never thought of it before, but this was the first time that he had seen Oscar without his armor on. He had a build like Ike; he was thin but toned for his body’s build. He had large muscles, but not to the degree that you thought he worked out every day for twenty years. (You’ve all seen those types in the gyms!)

“Soren,” Lucia greeted with a smile, although she didn’t bother to open her eyes. She still swirled the red wine in her hand. “I am really glad that you came. I have something to ask you.”

“What would that be?” Soren asked, not really wanting to jump to conclusions and repulse the people in the room. ‘Please don’t ask....’

“I… can’t describe what I feel,” she stated. “Oscar has agreed, so long as you do the same.... I feel something for you, something that I haven’t felt for anyone ever before. I think it’s love.” She then opened her eyes and swallowed the rest of the drink in one gulp. “I feel it for the both of you.... I think I want the both of you.”

Soren heaved a heavy sigh. “You cannot be serious.” Shaking his head, he turned back to the entrance of the tent and pulled down the zipper.

“Give her a chance,” Oscar pleaded. “She loves us both. You might not love her yet, but you feel something. Admit it. You would make her sad if you didn’t even bother to hear what she wanted out of the both of us.”

He hated it. Soren couldn’t stand it right now, how Oscar was right. He wouldn’t stand it if he didn’t see her smile again while they were on this journey. He turned and took a seat on the extra cot that he assumed was put in the large tent for him.

“Can we please just try it?” Lucia begged the two men. “If you feel something for me and I for you… then why won’t this work?”

“Because of this!” Soren snapped, pointing to the jewel in the center of his forehead. “I’m a freak.” With that, he turned around and left the tent. Oscar moved to stop him, but Lucia pressed her hand against his shoulder, telling him without words that she could take care of this.

She found him sitting by the river, staring into the moon’s reflection. He took his dagger and pointed it at his forehead. Slowly, he pressed it to his skin, and blood trickled down onto his pale face. Lucia watched in horror as he tried to cut the jewel out of his head. Without losing a second, she tackled Soren to the ground and knocked the knife out of his hand. “What is the matter with you!” she screeched, smacking him across the face fiercely leaving a sore red hand print.

“You don’t understand…” Soren said, closing his eyes tightly. “The life of a halfling, the life of the shunned....” Soren opened his eyes to reveal years of sadness, years of loneliness.

In a fraction of a second, it all clicked in her mind and she now understood. “I don’t hate you because you are a Laguz,” she stated with a sad smile. Soren looked in her eyes and was relived to see that she wasn’t disgusted with him, like most others tended to be.

He stared at her and just started to talk. He told her everything, everything about him: his life, his teacher, and surrogate mother. The way he left his mother, his teacher came to take him, mistaking the jewel in his forhead for something more, a abudance of pure magic.

When the truth was revealed that he was a half-breed, his teacher assumed the beatings for ’waisting his presious time and effort.’ then abandoned him in the woods.

Soren wandered from town to town, taking what he needed to survive and trying to find work at age 11. The only work that a mage like him could get was with a mercenary troup.

The way that he met Ike, how he managed to take away some of his loneliness. What his teacher and ‘mother’ did to him, what they said, and what had caused a lot of what shaped him to the individual that he was today.

“I had no idea,” she said, resting her head on his shoulder. The smell of her shampoo filled his nostrils, relaxing him to the very core. “Come, we can still spend the rest of the night together.”

For some reason, the thought of sharing such an individual with another no longer bothered him. He was happy to do it, just to stay near her. They re-entered the tent to see Oscar asleep on his hand, even drooling a little. Lucia snickered as Soren fiercely kicked the cot out from under him, so he fell to the ground and woke with a start.

“You work it out?” he asked. Soren told him everything that he told Lucia. Understanding dawned on the knight as he nodded his head. Lucia smiled; the wine was taking over again. She walked up to Soren, put her hands on the side of his face, and pulled him into a kiss.

~Back to reality~

“Sorry, Ike,” Soren cut off. “We have a lot to tell you and if you are up to it, I can tell the rest of it to you after you and Lethe bathe and then talk to Titania. What has happened will greatly upset you.”

Ike shook his head at everyone’s unwillingness to tell him what was going on. Walking down to the bathing section of the river, Ike was surprised to see Marcia in the bath, sitting with her arms draped over the edge of the bank, her head back and resting peacefully with her eyes closed. ‘Now’s as good of time as any,’ he thought as he ripped his clothes off. This was the ladies’ time, but since Marcia was the only one bathing, he didn’t think anyone would care. Lethe gave him a nod as she leapt in with him.

The water splashed, as now only their heads and upper chests were visible in the water. Marcia opened an eye and saw the familiar face of her commander. “Hey, handsome,” Marcia greeted in her normal sunny demeanor. “Did you make a decision?”

“That is up to you,” Ike responded. “I think… I am starting to love you, Marcia.” She beamed at him and hugged his naked form. “However, I feel the same for Lethe. I either am with the both of you or neither of you. It truly isn’t fair to the other if I choose one of you and leave the other. Even if you deny being with me while I am with Lethe, I will stop. I won’t choose one, both, or none.”

“That is a weird thing to say handsome,” Marcia said, sighing. “Give me time. You love me; I love you. That much I get, but I haven’t ever had to share a man before.” Ike’s head sunk down as he stared down into the water. Marcia rose up and the water cascaded down her form. Lethe looked at Ike and knew what she must do. She seized her hand and pulled her down so she was facing Ike.

“What’s to think about?” Lethe asked. “Why are you so indecisive? He loves you as much as he loves me.” She then pulled Marcia’s hand and shoved it into Ike’s, closing their fingers together. “Could you go on and not think about being next to him ever again? Or never holding his hand ever? How’s about a kiss? Could you really live happily if you knew that he was miserable without you? Please, just think about this. Could you go on without ever seeing Ike again?”

Marcia looked at Ike and pressed her lips into his. “No,” she responded.

~The war room, ten minuets later~

“Ike,” Titania greeted in a very sad tone. “There is so much to tell you… and I know that this will upset you. I don’t have all of the answers, so don’t ask for those.” Titania told him of the night that the graves of not only his father but of Rhys’ were violated.

Mia teared up and took a seat. Her hands were drawn over her eyes, trying to ignore the pain. She knew that they would eventually encounter Rhys, and in the end they would kill him like they would do with all of the others.

Ike slammed his fist into the table, breaking it into two clear pieces. “You mean whoever is behind this –- probably Duke Oliver -- is trying to kill us. He is too weak! Whoever this is, is bringing back the strongest men that he can. He wants to kill us to resurrect or free the demon king that lives in Mist’s medallion.”

“That’s not the half of it,” Boyd said sadly. “We managed to clear all of the floors other than the top floor. From our scout’s information, the man at the top of the tower is someone that we know… someone that you killed. The Black Night.”


A/N: So what do you think? The next chapter will involve the fight with the Black Night. Of course, it’s just Ike against him, with the help of a certain individual… a sword master. Guess who? That’s right! The best bad-ass in the game -- Stefan!

Let me know what you are thinking, about the lemons in particular; I will be writing another in the next chapter. It’s the three-way between Soren, Oscar, and Lucia. Before you ask, and I don’t know how many times I have said this, there is no slash -- male or female. We have enough of that.

There is only a few more that I am going to write:

> Lethe/Ike/Marcia
> Boyd/Titania
> Titania/Gatrie (he has to get some action)
> Mia/Ranulf
> Mia and Nephenee gangbang
>Mist/Boyd or Rolf (Still not too sure if this will happen though. Remember this is five years later, in my mind Mist and Rolf are 18, they looked twelve in the game…to me that is)