Fire Emblem: Sacred Stones - Ephraim's Vice

A Fire Emblem story for a change. Hope you enjoy it, and if you do, please tell me.

Fire Emblem: Sacred Stones - Ephraim's Vice
by Streti, thestreti@gmail.com

Ephraim lie awake in the stillness of night. Everything was quiet. A heavy darkness filled his room, the windows catching only the dimmest of lighting. Beads of sweat formed at his temple as he stared at the ceiling.

He had to divert his thoughts. There was that maid... but he couldn't even summon her image into his mind. Or that dancer he had seen. Someone. Not Eirika.

Her image flashed back into his eyes in the darkness, and with the slightest of thoughts, the image of his twin sister perverted into different forms and sights. So beautiful. So willing.

He couldn't get her out of his mind. On yet another night of countless. He had succumbed to his lust privately and thus held it off, on several of those nights previous. Her beautiful smile. How she had developed into a grown woman, even as his male desires had grown more overwhelming.

Now the throbbing in his veins was stronger than ever. He had restrained himself from indulging in his shocking thoughts, but they only grew more provoking. Spurred by them, a new, driving urge rose in him, and he struggled with it feverishly.

But in the welling heat inside him, and his conflicting emotions, there was another will besides the one that resisted. That another will was as much of him as the denial, the prohibition, the repression. He was in essence struggling against himself, and whichever will would emerge, it would be what he was.

He didn't know how much time passed, and the dim light gave little clue. His bed was uncomfortably warm, and damp with sweat. He decided to rise up and try to cool off. But as he cast off his blanket and sat up, a chain of events lit up in his mind. With slow resolution, he dragged a pair of leather pants on, and stuffed his straining flesh inside. He left his well-defined chest bare, without need for a shirt, and stepped carefully out of his chamber, adjusting his eyes to the soft torch-lit glow of the corridor. Just opposite his room was Eirika's. He checked that the corridor was empty, and without hesitation moved across, opened the door quietly and closed it.

It was slightly darker than in the corridor, but the moon shone on this side of the castle, and he could make out his sister's features easily. She was sleeping.

She was always a sound sleeper. Perhaps not the most favorable quality in a warrior, or a noble with potential enemies, but she did have him, and he would stay at her side as long as he was able. In this new situation, that thought resonated oddly inside Ephraim's mind. He stepped closer.

They were twins, but Ephraim couldn't easily see their similarity beyond that of a normal brother and sister. Her features were warm and serene, especially now as she slept, the locks of her hair cascading around her face. Ephraim wondered how she might have seen him if she had opened her eyes now. With an unholy hunger twisting his features? Or instead, his expression stony and a cold blaze in his eyes? He couldn't tell.

But now that he was here, just seeing seemed to soothe him and his desire. If she just slept, and he just watched, she would never have to know. But he needed to be rid of the urge, before he took on the secret hopes deep inside himself.

Ephraim took out his vice, and quietly started coaching ease for himself, watching his sister. She was calm and beautiful, he was frenzied in his strained silence. He couldn't deny the thrill and pleasure spreading into his body as he sated his carnal desires next to Eirika, completely bare to her gaze should she wake up.

But she didn't stir. And as his frenzy grew, Ephraim stepped closer to her. His heart thudding with excitement and risk, he grabbed her blanket and with a swift movement swept its upper part away. She was wearing a white negligee with lace trimmings highlighting her cleavage, rising softly with her breath.

Ephraim slipped one hand under the fabric and caressed his sister's breast, relishing its supple curve and her soft nipple. A very faint sound escaped her lips, but nothing more. After a brief pause, Ephraim pushed the fabric aside and revealed her breast to the moonlight, then the other. He caressed her bust and himself, taking in the sight of her naked chest and observing the details of her face, and the silence broke with his quiet, rapid breathing.

As he enjoyed his sister's beauty, Ephraim knew he could not step down anymore. Her angelic features were too enticing for his lust to resist, and he wanted to see them adorned with his desire. With a weak, whimpered groan he lost the last of his restraint, and could barely muffle himself as the fulfillment of his release coursed across his soul. A heavy barrage of his white essence landed on the sleeping princess, decorating her with her brother's lust. He erupted relentlessly, covering his twin sibling with his heady semen. Thick strings of his heated seed clung to her face and hair, hanging over the ridge of her nose and her delicate lips, running down her cheeks and the locks of her hair.

Bewildered and heaving, Ephraim stared at Eirika's previously unmarred features and hair, now even more beautiful and enticing under the sinful mark of his spread-out come. She was still sleeping calmly, undisturbed. Under a sudden remorse, Ephraim shuffled his sloppy vice back into his pants. He gave a fleeting glance at her naked breasts, but couldn't even bring himself to cover her again before he rushed out of his sister's room.