Rausten's Sun

TITLE: Rausten's Sun
AUTHOR: WotanAnubis
DISCLAIMER: I don't own these characters and am not making a profit.
RATING: NC-17
PAIRING: L'Arachel/Eirika
NOTE: When writing Fire Emblem fanfic, I usually try to write in a slightly more... old-fashioned way, I suppose, because it fits the setting and the game's own dialogue as well. And since this fic is written from L'Arachel's POV, I really had to go even more overboard with the language. I just hope I didn't go too far.


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It was all over. The Demon King was dead, his body destroyed, his soul imprisoned. The Grado army was defeated, the abominations from the dark had returned from whence they came and the whole of Magvel was safe once more. The Light had been utterly victorious.

L'Arachel should have been happy.

And she was happy, in a way. Of course she was happy. As the heir to throne of Rausten, it had been her Divine duty to banish the shadows and she had fulfilled this duty admirably, if she did say so herself.

But the army was breaking up and heading home. L'Arachel didn't want it to, but there was nothing short of divine intervention that could prevent it from happening. And even though the Divine clearly smiled upon her, she doubted they would be willing to grant her such a selfish wish.

Soon, the fair Eirika would return to her beloved Renais while she, L'Arachel, would stay behind in Rausten. If she were not so strong, the parting would have torn her heart assunder.

L'Arachel realised there was something... sinful... about her desire for the Princess of Renais. As a Chosen from those Above, she was obligated to care for all, high and low, without favour. Yet she found she cared for Eirika far more than anyone else. It was not truly the princess's fault. She had been blessed with a body as graceful as the moon and a soul as radiant as the sun. She made no effort to make people love her and that made them love her all the more.

L'Arachel could almost understand why Innes hated Ephraim or how the Demon King could enslave Lyon's soul by promising him Renais's princess. She did not approve of such ugliness of the human soul, of course, but she felt she could understand it, however grudgingly. If it were a different world, perhaps Eirika could have taken all those who loved her for her own and there would be no need for such ugliness. But the world did not work that way and even though L'Arachel was no longer sure that was for the best, she accepted it. She had no choice, after all.

And so L'Arachel sat at the table in the main hall of Rausten Court, while all around her the army of Ephraim and Eirika celebrated their victory. It was a truly joyous occasion, yet she could not help but feel miserable. As Princess of Rausten, her place was next to her uncle Mansel at the main table. And as a mere guest, Eirika's place was so far away, even though it was at the same table. It were Tana and Myrrh who had the divine fortune to sit next to her partake of her company. And all L'Arachel could do was sit in her chair and watch her sun from afar.

Hours crawled past, each one sliding yet more daggers into L'Arachel's body. Eirika was so near, yet the demands of her positions did not allow her to reach out to her. And every time the princess smiled or laughed, L'Arachel could feel hot irons branding her soul, marking her as Eirika's again and again. And yet it was still far more bearable than the thought of her not being there.

Eventually, when the food was nothing but leftovers and torches aided the moon in lighting the hall, Eirika stood up and began to leave. L'Arachel sat nailed to her chair, while her whole body, her whole being screamed to follow. But such behaviour would not be proper for the Princess of Rausten.

"I must say, this was quite a splendid feast," said Mansel.

L'Arachel was barely aware someone was talking to her and responded automatically. "Indeed it was, my uncle."

"Yet it seemed to me that you did not enjoy yourself as much as you should have."

L'Arachel's mind rifled through the range of appropriate responses and settled for, "Forgive me, uncle. I am still somewhat weary from my journey."

"Quite understandable," said Mansel. "Perhaps you should retire early. I'm sure our guests would understand."

Pontifex Mansel's words slowly started to dawn on L'Arachel and a faint glimmer of hope began to flicker in her chest.

"Thank you uncle. I shall see you tomorrow then."

"Sleep well."

L'Arachel rose from her chair and walked calmly towards the doors, politely telling anyone who asked that she was tired and going to bed and thanking them for being such gracious guests.

Then she was out the doors and into the hallways.

And ran.

She caught up to Princess Eirika quickly, yet when she caught the young woman's attention she was at a loss for words. There was something about those blue eyes that robbed her of her thoughts and left nothing but silent admiration.

"Ah, L'Arachel. I was about to retire to my room."

"As was I," L'Arachel responded. "And since you are leaving tomorrow, I could not help but wonder if you would allow me the pleasure of... of... your company."

"You want me to spend the night with you?"

L'Arachel tried to stop the image of Eirika's naked body in her bed from playing across her mind, but found she couldn't. All she could do was hope she wasn't blushing.

"I would certainly appreciate it," she managed.

Eirika looked at her quietly for a while. Then she smiled, adding yet more shackles to the chains around L'Arachel's heart.

"Then I would like to," she said.

L'Arachel tried not to show the tingling that spread throughout her body and extended a hand.

"This way then please."

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L'Arachel felt hot and cold, as though she was sweating even though she knew she wasn't, fear and desire battling throughout her body. Eirika politely looked across her room. It was only sparsely decorated, as was befitting a servant of the Divine, yet the bed, at least, was large and comfortable. There was no light, save for a few candles left by the servant girls and the moon shining in through the window.

"I have a few nightgowns you could borrow," L'Arachel said. "They are but simple cotton things, but very comfortable."

"Thank you," said Eirika. "Though I wonder if you could help me with my armour first."

"Of course," said L'Arachel and she was certain her voice trembled.

Eirika didn't wear much armour and L'Arachel could easily reach the straps that held it up. It wasn't long before Eirika's armour lay on the ground.

"Thank you," said Eirika as she began to take off a glove.

"Oh, it was not trouble," said L'Arachel, turning to her wardrobe. "I think I shall get you a nightgown now."

"You don't have to bother," said Eirika.

The sound of cloth hitting the stone floor was suddenly very loud indeed.

L'Arachel turned around slowly and felt robbed of breath. Though Eirika had her back turned towards her, she was clearly naked, standing in a little pile of clothes. She turned her head slightly and spoke over her shoulder.

"I could not help but see you stare."

L'Arachel tried to swallow. "Forgive me, that was rude of me."

"You are very forthright, L'Arachel. Perhaps even more so than I. Yet I cannot help but wonder if the adoration I saw on your face was truly genuine."

"It was very much genuine, my fair Eirika," said L'Arachel. "You... should have doubts about that."

Eirika smiled faintly. And then turned around completely. L'Arachel knew the polite thing was to keep her eyes on Eirika's face, but she could not resist taking in the magnificence of the princess's beautifully sculpted body.

She stepped closer.

L'Arachel found herself nailed to the ground, feeling her own body fill with heat. She shivered slightly when Eirika put a hand on her cheek.

"Perhaps there are some emotions I cannot show as easily as you can," she said. "So allow me to show you in a different way."

Eirika kissed her.

L'Arachel could not find the words she needed to describe the sensations Eirika's lips awakened within her. Lust and love were the two closest in her mind, but they simply would not suffice. It was as if the universe had vanished and only Eirika remained. As those soft lips kissed her, L'Arachel forgot even herself and was aware only of Eirika and the feel of her body.

And yet she could not properly feel Eirika's body. There was still too much cloth in the way and it was all her own.

L'Arachel broke the kiss and frantically started taking off her clothes until Eirika placed one calm hand on her wrist. L'Arachel went limp and allowed Eirika to undress her. The Renais princess worked slowly, exposing her body by inches, occasionally pausing only to plant a soft kiss on her bare flesh.

L'Arachel's breathing became both shallow and heavy, lust singing louder and louder within her body. By the time Eirika had finished undressing her she felt so hot she might as well have been aflame.

Eirika stood before her again, her perfect breasts rubbing lightly against her own, causing yet another spike of desire within her. There were no more barriers between them and when Eirika kissed her again it seemed as though there were not even physical ones any more. L'Arachel knew that souls couldn't merge with a mere kiss, but with the way Eirika made her feel they might as well have.

L'Arachel took Eirika's hand and led her towards the bed.

Eirika lay down on her back amidst the pillows and looked up L'Arachel. The Rausten princess looked at her in return and felt... heretical. If Eirika were to declare she was a Goddess, L'Arachel was certain she would fall on her knees and worship her beauty.

L'Arachel put a hand on Eirika's stomach and let it move up her body until it reached her breasts. As she cupped and caressed one of them she leaned down until she was lying on top of Eirika's body, nuzzling her neck. Eirika arched longingly into her before relaxing and giving L'Arachel silent permission to give her body whatever attention she wanted it to give.

L'Arachel left a trail of tiny kisses from Eirika's neck down to her shoulders and then down to her breasts. The green-haired princess spent some time playing with Eirika's breasts. Squeezing them softly with her hands, kissing them, licking them, sucking them. Her tongue poked out of her mouth and drew spirals across Eirika's soft flesh, making her breasts almost shiny with her saliva.

Eirika sighed and moaned while L'Arachel sucked on her hardened nipples. Her body began with urgent lust and she tried to push her wet pussy against L'Arachel's legs, begging her to pleasure her there as well. But L'Arachel ignored Eirika's wordless request, too enraptured as she was with the feel and the taste and the smell of the young woman's breasts.

"L'Arachel," Eirika whispered.

"Mmm?"

"Please..."

L'Arachel kissed Eirika's right nipple one more time, then kissed her down her curve and onto her stomach. When she kissed her belly button, she could not resist licking it just once, making Eirika hiss. Then her lips travelled down further, around Eirika's light blue pubic hair and then further until the princess's wetness was before her.

Eirika groaned long and deeply when L'Arachel kissed her slit and tasted her flowing arousal. Eirika's taste was divine, although it was likely impossible for her to be anything else. L'Arachel's tongue eagerly lapped up Eirika's juices to the music of the princess's lustful moans. She put her tongue at the bottom of Eirika's slit and then dragged it up until it pressed against Eirika's clit. Something between a moan and a scream escaped from Eirika's lips and her body bucked as though out of control.

Yet even though Eirika was sinking further and further into sheer animal lust, L'Arachel felt oddly calm. Yes, she was aroused and delighted and ecstatic, but it was almost as if her mind had pushed those base emotions to the background so that she could more properly attend to Eirika's body.

L'Arachel reached down with two slender fingers and spread Eirika's folds. She looked at it for a brief moment, then kissed it, her tongue slipping into Eirika's body. This time Eirika did scream. Presumably without thinking she reached down and grabbed L'Arachel's hair, trying to push the Rausten princess even closer against her. L'Arachel explored Eirika's shuddering pussy with delight, tasting her, caressing her walls.

"L'... L'Ara..."

Eirika screamed again, her body exploding with orgasm, her pussy clenching around L'Arachel's tongue and filling her mouth with her fluids. She moaned and panted and shuddered and still L'Arachel kissed and lapped at her, trying to make her pleasure last for as long as she could.

With one last sigh, Eirika wound down and became calm.

L'Arachel placed one affectionate kiss on Eirika's slit, then moved so that she was face to face with the princess.

She was asleep.

Her eyes were closed, her breathing was steady. And though she had been screaming with bestial lust mere moments ago, she now possessed the quiet beauty of an angel.

L'Arachel quietly watched Eirika for a while, while her hand travelled down inbetween her legs and rubbed against her own wetness. Her body was still aroused, yet she felt strangely satisfied. Most likely it was because Eirika's needs were now so clearly satisfied and, right now, they were far more important than her own.

L'Arachel leaned down and kissed Eirika's forehead. She couldn't help but smile a little when she saw she had left some of Eirika's own juices on her skin. Then she lay down, pulled Eirika's sleeping body against her and closed her eyes as well.

Tomorrow Eirika would leave. But, in some strange way, that was alright.

For some reason, L'Arachel felt certain that Eirika would come back to her one day.

She already couldn't wait.