Someone Else's Lady
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Category:
+A through F › Fire Emblem (all)
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
2,431
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Fire Emblem, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Someone Else's Lady
He knows as well as she does they shouldn't be doing this anymore, she's married now. A wife, and hopefully soon to be a mother.
They meet in his quarters, secluded in a far end of the castle. L'Arachel throws herself into his arms; he can't see it but he knows she's been crying.
"He doesn't even touch me. I should be with child by now, we should have children," she laments. Rennac can't do anything but hold her and stroke her hair. He doesn't say it, but he's glad to hear this. The thought alone of that man touching her makes him twitch, and the image of her belly fat with his child outright disgusts him.
He's given up wondering why he even cares. Years of trying to escape, failing to escape, finding something new about the self-centered queen to be fascinated by have worn him down. Does he love her? He's not even sure of that, all he's sure of is that he doesn't like the boring man twice her age she calls her husband.
"Rennac," she whispers, pulling him back to here and now.
"We can't keep doing this," he reminds her.
"Don't," she pleads, pulling at the fasteners of his pants. "Just be with me. Don't think about anyone else..."
He kisses her, unlacing the front of her slinky white nightdress. The fabric pools at he feet, leaving her naked in his arms. His clothing joins hers on the floor; she pushes him back onto the bed and takes his hand, guiding it between her legs. Good to see marriage hasn't changed her that much, he thinks as he slides his fingers up and down her slick folds. His other hand and his mouth busy themselves with her breasts, teasing the nipples to hardness. She grasps his erection and strokes it firmly.
"Take me," she pleads. Slowly, teasingly, he withdraws his fingers and raises his hips to meet hers. She's just as snug, warm and welcoming as the first time.
*
They lay in each other's arms after the climax. She's crying again.
"Why couldn't you have married me?"
"You know that wouldn't be possible. I'm just a merchant."
"My uncle wouldn't have minded!" she insists.
"But other people would and I didn't want to deal with a scandal," he says. She frowns, but they've had this argument too many times to go into it again. The room becomes silent.
"I should go now," she says, reluctantly pulling herself from his embrace and reaching for her nightclothes. He pulls his pants back on and they share one last embrace before she sneaks down the hall.
Rennac knows he could have married her without there being much of a scandal. He could have her in his arms every night, touch and kiss her any time he wanted to.
But it wouldn't be nearly as exciting that way.
*
Several months later, he lays a hand on the bulge beneath her gown, smiling when he feels a kick.
"It's yours," she says. He won't admit it, but he couldn't be happier.
Now let's just hope the kid comes out looking like her. Otherwise I'm as good as dead.
They meet in his quarters, secluded in a far end of the castle. L'Arachel throws herself into his arms; he can't see it but he knows she's been crying.
"He doesn't even touch me. I should be with child by now, we should have children," she laments. Rennac can't do anything but hold her and stroke her hair. He doesn't say it, but he's glad to hear this. The thought alone of that man touching her makes him twitch, and the image of her belly fat with his child outright disgusts him.
He's given up wondering why he even cares. Years of trying to escape, failing to escape, finding something new about the self-centered queen to be fascinated by have worn him down. Does he love her? He's not even sure of that, all he's sure of is that he doesn't like the boring man twice her age she calls her husband.
"Rennac," she whispers, pulling him back to here and now.
"We can't keep doing this," he reminds her.
"Don't," she pleads, pulling at the fasteners of his pants. "Just be with me. Don't think about anyone else..."
He kisses her, unlacing the front of her slinky white nightdress. The fabric pools at he feet, leaving her naked in his arms. His clothing joins hers on the floor; she pushes him back onto the bed and takes his hand, guiding it between her legs. Good to see marriage hasn't changed her that much, he thinks as he slides his fingers up and down her slick folds. His other hand and his mouth busy themselves with her breasts, teasing the nipples to hardness. She grasps his erection and strokes it firmly.
"Take me," she pleads. Slowly, teasingly, he withdraws his fingers and raises his hips to meet hers. She's just as snug, warm and welcoming as the first time.
*
They lay in each other's arms after the climax. She's crying again.
"Why couldn't you have married me?"
"You know that wouldn't be possible. I'm just a merchant."
"My uncle wouldn't have minded!" she insists.
"But other people would and I didn't want to deal with a scandal," he says. She frowns, but they've had this argument too many times to go into it again. The room becomes silent.
"I should go now," she says, reluctantly pulling herself from his embrace and reaching for her nightclothes. He pulls his pants back on and they share one last embrace before she sneaks down the hall.
Rennac knows he could have married her without there being much of a scandal. He could have her in his arms every night, touch and kiss her any time he wanted to.
But it wouldn't be nearly as exciting that way.
*
Several months later, he lays a hand on the bulge beneath her gown, smiling when he feels a kick.
"It's yours," she says. He won't admit it, but he couldn't be happier.
Now let's just hope the kid comes out looking like her. Otherwise I'm as good as dead.