Rediscovered Beauty

TITLE: Rediscovered Beauty
AUTHOR: WotanAnubis
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Fire Emblem: The Sacred Stones or any characters from it. No profit is being made.
RATING: NC-17
PAIRING: Eirika/L'Arachel
NOTE: Here's a brief little quickie to celebrate the new year! May I write more Fire Emblem fic in 2010 than I did in 2009. Because, although I found Radiant Dawn somewhat disappointing and Shadow Dragon lacking in character, it remains my favourite series.


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Eirika stood in front of the human-sized mirror and didn't quite recognise the young woman looking back at her. It was a strange sensation and not one she considered entirely. On a rational level she knew why she failed to see the young woman in the mirror as an accurate reflection of herself. Part of herself hadn't completely accepted the fact the she was pregnant. Whenever she formed an image of herself in her mind, the young woman she saw wasn't pregnant, which was in definite contrast to the image the mirror presented her with.

Of course, she felt she wasn't entirely to blame for this disconnect between her mind's eye and reality. She'd never expected to get pregnant in the first place. After all, her marriage had mostly been one of convenience. After all, she and Ephraim had an equally valid claim to the throne of Renais and while the people of the kingdom had no interest in a civil war over who would be the next ruler, the nobles had not been in complete agreement and had been willing to raise arms to settle their differences. So Eirika had made the decision for them. She'd left the kingdom to become the wife of a foreign ruler, abdicating all claims to the throne of Renais and leaving the country in her brother's capable hands.

She'd chosen L'Arachel. She still wasn't entirely sure why. She was beautiful, kind, caring and compassionate, but she could be a bit... odd... sometimes. She was so utterly convinced she had been Chosen by the Divine and that it was therefore her holy duty to ensure the peace and happiness of all humanity.

Eirika smiled softly to herself. Perhaps she did understand why she'd chosen to marry L'Arachel.

In any case, that was why she hadn't expected to ever become pregnant. She was quite certain women could not impregnate other women and even after their memorable if awkward wedding night, that conviction had somehow stayed with her.

But reality quite disagreed with her convictions.

Eirika stared at the pregnant young woman in the mirror, unable to think in any kind of coherent fashion. Moving slowly and hesitantly, as though she were a puppet with several strings cut, she undid her robe and let it fall to the ground. Her eyes wandered across the now naked image in the mirror, first across the bare breasts that seemed to become more sensitive by the day, then down to her stomach. It was impossible to deny the fact that it had grown and that it would grow much larger still in the coming months.

Eirika reached out gingerly, but her fingertips felt nothing but cold glass. Then she put her hands on her swollen belly and felt the warmth of her own body and the life that was growing within it. She smiled again. She wasn't sure if she actually felt the life she carried or if she only imagined feeling it, but it was there all the same.

She, Eirika, formerly of Renais, now of Rausten, carried the child of her wife, L'Arachel.

Eirika laughed quietly. It was such a bizarre thought. Such a bizarre truth. But truth all the same. She looked up and smiled at herself in the mirror.

"It is good to see you happy again."

Eirika turned around to see L'Arachel standing near the door.

"I didn't hear you come in," Eirika said. "How was mass?"

"As uplifting as always," L'Arachel replied, as she walked towards her. "Though alas, it was not as glorious as it could have been due to your absence."

"I'm sorry," Eirika said.

"Do not be silly," L'Arachel said, taking Eirika's hands in her own. "I know you are less fond of sermons than I am. How are you feeling?"

"Better."

"I should have thought so," L'Arachel smiled. "Yesterday... nay, this morning you would have been blushing if I so much as caught a glimpse of your bare skin. And now, here you are."

Eirika looked down at her naked body, then back into L'Arachel's eyes, blushing. "Perhaps I should put something on."

"Nonsense," L'Arachel said.

"But it must be getting time for supper," Eirika tried.

"It can wait," L'Arachel said quietly. "You became so distant when we discovered you were pregnant I sometimes feared you might leave me."

"I would never-"

"I know," L'Arachel cut in. "But that knowledge did little to relieve me. And now here you are with a genuine smile once more. So please indulge me and allow me to enjoy your beauty for a while longer."

Eirika blinked. "Beauty?"

"Of course," L'Arachel said brightly. She put a hand on Eirika's belly, entirely unaware of how that simple touch made heat flow through her body. "Surely you cannot think that this makes you any less desirable?"

"I never even thought of that," Eirika said, trying to keep her stirring arousal out of her voice.

"Do not begin," L'Arachel said.

"I won't," she breathed. "But if you wish to enjoy my beauty, might I in turn enjoy yours?"

A look of surprise flashed across L'Arachel's face. Then she smiled broadly. "How terribly impolite of me. Please, do forgive me."

"I... think I shall," Eirika said as she watched her wife begin shedding her clothes.

L'Arachel made no effort to undress slowly or teasingly. She'd never quite grasped the concept that, in certain cases, wearing a few clothes could be more erotic than not wearing any at all. Perhaps this was simply because she was quite proud of her body and felt no reason to hide a single inch of it from those she wanted to share herself with (a group consisting only of Eirika).

That, too, was one of L'Arachel's oddities, Eirika reflected as her wife kicked off her skirt and slid her panties down her legs. Most women would hesitate to reveal their bodies to their loved ones if they had one like L'Arachel's. Few women would be so unapologetically proud of being a hermaphrodite. But L'Arachel was one such woman. She'd said once that her unusual body was just further evidence of her being favoured by the Divine. After all, how many people could claim they were capable of both giving and nurturing life?

Eirika hadn't really seen her point back then, but she had a feeling that she would come to understand it one day soon.

L'Arachel casually dropped her gloves onto the floor and took a step back, presumably to allow Eirika a better view of her naked body. It was, Eirika had to admit, quite a nice view. Her pale skin, her slender figure, her long legs, her modest and, yes, even her cock rising between her legs. But Eirika was no mood to simply watch her wife. For too long she'd tried not to pay any attention to her own body, or L'Arachel's. Now she wanted to experience them both again.

Eirika hugged L'Arachel closely, pulling her hermaphroditic body against her pregnant one, and kissed her. As their lips met, Eirika felt her faded passion returning, welling up inside her body, warming every inch of her. She could tell L'Arachel felt something similar, partly because of the way she felt her hot member pressing ever harder against her skin, but mostly because of the enthusiasm and desire she poured into their kiss.

When they parted, Eirika thought she saw a glimpse of tears in her wife's eyes.

"Come," she whispered to L'Arachel and guided her towards their bed.

As L'Arachel lay down on her back on the white sheet, Eirika felt an arousal hotter than any before. She'd enjoyed being with her wife before, but now it seemed as if she was on fire with the need for her. Perhaps it was some side-effect of her pregnancy, perhaps it was simply because she hadn't shared herself with L'Arachel for a while now or perhaps it was... something else.

Eirika didn't really care about the reason for her desire right now. She leaned down and kissed her wife's rigid shaft. L'Arachel moaned when her lips touched her and Eirika felt a thrill running through her body at hearing that sound again. She kissed and licked her way up and down her lover's girlcock, hearing her gasp with delight with every flick of her tongue and feeling her squirm with lust with every kiss of her lips.

Only once she had kissed or licked every inch of L'Arachel's dick did Eirika withdraw. She looked up to see her wife looking back at her, her eyes dark with lust, her chest heaving with aroused breaths. Eirika smiled at her, then moved carefully on hands and knees until she loomed over her. Then she lowered herself just enough for her pregnant stomach to press against L'Arachel's now slick member. L'Arachel yelped with surprise when she pressed against her, but that yelp soon turned into a moan when Eirika slowly moved her body across her wife's hardness.

An impatient part of Eirika felt it would have been much quicker and efficient for her to use her hands to pleasure her wife. But she recognised that some part of her felt impatient because she was pleasuring her by slowly stroking her with her growing belly. L'Arachel's lustful moaning had always been music to her ears, but now it sounded like an angelic choir. She watched L'Arachel squirm beneath, gripping the sheets, her hot shaft twitching against her skin. And it was all because of her pregnant body that she felt so much pleasure. That knowledge warmed her more than any mere handjob ever could. With every stroke of her stomach, with every delighted squeal of L'Arachel, Eirika felt the light of her arousal grow brighter and her pussy grow wetter until she could take it no longer.

Eirika raised herself up onto her knees. She took L'Arachel's rigid shaft in her hand, aimed it at herself and hesitated.

"I... I'm not too heavy, am I?" she asked.

L'Arachel smiled at her. "Of course not. You'll always be light as a feather."

"You may regret those words in the coming months," Eirika replied. "But... very well."

Eirika lowered herself onto L'Arachel and two moaned in unison. Raw pleasure surged through Eirika's body and she knew then that it had been far too long since she'd last had her wife inside of her. L'Arachel filled her gorgeously, her shaft brushing beautifully against her inner walls.

Eirika paused for a moment once she had lowered herself complete and L'Arachel's cock was fully inside of her. She smiled faintly when L'Arachel reached up with slightly trembling hands and caressed her stomach before placing her hands on Eirika's hips and nodded. Eirika nodded in return and began moving up and down. She'd intended to go slowly at first, but soon realised she didn't want to. Her desire had become too powerful for her to be satisfied with taking things nice and easy. Before she knew it she was bouncing up and down, her pregnant body repeatedly slamming into her wife's hermaphroditic one.

Eirika moaned and trembled with wanton abandon, a flame of pleasure burning through her every time she took L'Arachel completely inside of her. With every thrust, the flame burned away another bit of residual shame or regret until it had cleansed her completely and she could give herself over to her joy without reservation. Soon there was nothing but pleasure, bright and beautiful, shared between herself and L'Arachel.

But as pure as her pleasure was, it still burned within a body of flesh and bone. Eirika's moans turned to deep, aroused, desperate panting as her pregnant body reached the limits of what it could contain. She threw her head back and screamed. She screamed for herself, for L'Arachel, for the life they had created together.

For love.

Eirika came, the glorious waves of her release washing through her. Her shuddered with the force of it and her pussy tightened around L'Arachel. It was enough to bring her wife over the edge as well and she felt her wife coming inside of her, filling her with the seed part of her had still hated so much a mere hour ago. Their shared climax buoyed Eirika further upwards, causing a second orgasm to come rushing after the first one and filling her with such joy she feared she might pass out.

Eirika managed to hold on and after a mere infinity or two returned to Magvel. Breathing heavily, she rolled off L'Arachel before collapsing onto the bed. She awkwardly turned onto her side to look her wife in the eyes.

"I love you," she whispered.

L'Arachel blinked and this time there were tears in her eyes. "I love you too," she replied.

"I'm sorry I didn't say so before," Eirika said.

"Don't be," L'Arachel said. "You would not have meant it."

"I suppose not," Eirika said. "But I mean it now."