Night of Farewells

TITLE: Night of Farewells (1/1)
AUTHOR: WotanAnubis
DISCLAIMER: I don't own any of these characters and am not making a profit.
RATING: R
PAIRING: Isadora/Eleanora
NOTE: In spite of the title, this story is not about Nino, Jaffar, Sonia, Brendan or Jan. But I still used it, because it's fitting and hey, this is a chapter in the story of Fire Emblem, after all. Kind of.


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Night fell slowly over Pherae. Isadora stood in the doorway to her Lady's bedchambers and watched impassively as a few servant girls prepared Lady Eleanora for the night. Isadora envied them sometimes - they got to help her lady dress and undress, help her bathe, brush her hair, be around her always. It's not that Isadora wanted to be a servant, she was a knight of the realm and proud of it too, but... sometimes she did envy them.

Her arms crossed, Isadora watched the servant girls file out of the room. She turned to Lady Eleanora and bowed stiffly.

"My Lady, if it please you, I shall leave you now."

Lady Eleanora met her gaze. "No, it does not please me. Stay."

Isadora raised an eyebrow. "My Lady does not wish to retire for the night?"

"Yes, but... I want you to stay with me."

Isadora tried to ignore the warmth welling up inside her chest. "I am but my Lady's retainer. It would not be fitting if I stayed."

Lady Eleanora stepped closer to her. Isadora could smell her Lady's perfume.

Perfume? Just to go to sleep by yourself?

"I care not about what is fitting," said Lady Eleanora. "You will be gone tomorrow, so please, stay the night."

Isadora stared straight ahead. "Then..."

Her breath caught in her throat. Was she really going to say this? Could she go this far?

Of course she could. It was her duty.

"Then what of Lord Elbert?" Isadora asked.

Lady Eleanora stepped back as if Isadora had struck her. Which, in a sense, she had.

"I am sorry, my Lady, but you cannot ask me to betray my Lord," Isadora continued.

"Betray him?" said Eleanora. "You betrayed him the moment you entered our service, the moment you laid eyes on me."

Isadora said nothing.

"And would you now betray him again by denying me some measure of comfort and happiness?"

"You should not speak of him like that," said Isadora. "It is... most unbecoming."

"Ah, and using him as a shield is not?"

Isadora relented. "My Lady, I..."

Before the paladin could finish her sentence, Eleanora's hand was on her cheek and her lips were on hers. It was a sneaky, underhanded move and, as she felt her last shreds of resistence melting away, Isadora realised she didn't mind that at all.

"It is... it would be most unwise for us to continue like this," Isadora said when her Lady drew back.

"It probably would," Lady Eleanora agreed.

She turned her back on Isadora and took a few steps towards the bed. When she was just out of reach, she reached up and undid her robe. When it fell onto the floor, Isadora's throat became dry. Naked, Eleanora crossed small space between the centre of the room and the bed. She turned around, sat down on the edge of the bed and crossed her legs. Her intentions were clear enough - Isadora could leave or join her on the bed.

It was a choice Isadora did not actually have.

Isadora walked to the bed, knelt down before her Lady, took her hand and kissed it.

A last little shred of chivalric duty said, "Only for tonight, my Lady."

Lady Eleanora smiled, but said nothing. She reached over and started undoing the straps holding Isadora's breast plate in place. Then she carefully removed the shoulder guards and the hip guards. Isadora stood up to remove the rest of her clothing herself. Eleanora, meanwhile, leaned back and edged herself further onto the bed. Supporting herself on her arms, her legs now spread ever so slightly, Eleanora extended an invitation and issued a command.

Her last piece of clothing now lying on the ground, Isadora knelt onto the bed and leaned forward and kissed Eleanora, pushing the woman down onto her back. While her tongue met Eleanora's halfway, her hand ran up the woman's side and caressed her breast. Eleanora's body arched as if it had gasped under Isadora's touch. Then her hand moved down, across her Lady's pale stomach, and further towards the wetness between her legs.

Eleanora broke lip contact and groaned. Isadora watched her Lady's face intently as her fingers circled the woman's clit. Eleanora tried to keep her eyes open, to keep looking at Isadora, but sheer pleasure forced them shut. She instinctively put her arms around Isadora and pulled her close, their breasts pressed together. Isadora easily slipped two fingers into her Lady and shivered with pleasure at hearing Eleanora's moans.

"I... Isadora..." Lady Eleanora panted.

"My Lady?"

"Please, st-stop..." Eleanora's sentence was cut off with a lustful groan when Isadora moved her thumb very close to her clit indeed. "I- I'm going to..."

"Good," said Isadora.

"No, I... I want..."

Lady Eleanora screamed, her body shuddered, her pussy clamped down on Isadora's fingers. Isadora kissed her Lady passionately, partly because she was worried any servants might hear, but mostly because she needed to. She tried to draw out Eleanora's pleasure for as long as possible, but eventually the Pheraen noblewoman subsided, breathing heavily, her chest heaving. She put a hand on Isadora's cheek.

"My faithful retainer," she whispered.

Isadora smiled. "Always, my Lady."

"I apologise I cannot fulfil your needs. I am too..."

Isadora put a finger on Eleanora's lips. "Nothing could give me greater joy than seeing my Lady's pleasure."

"You are too kind."

Smiling, Isadora pressed a kiss on Eleanora's forehead. "Sleep, my Lady. I promise I shall stay by your side. And... once your son returns from his journey, I shall be at your side once again."

"Yes," Eleanora whispered, sleep already starting to claim her, "stay at my side. Now and forever."