Rebel Against Peace

TITLE: Rebel Against Peace
AUTHOR: WotanAnubis
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Fire Emblem: Radiant Dawn or any characters from it. No profit is being made.
RATING: NC-17
PAIRING: Heather/Nephenee
NOTE: I can't help but wonder if people who've played both Path of Radiance and Radiant Dawn have a very different opinion of Micaiah compared to those who've only played Radiant Dawn. Not that this has anything to do with this fic.


* * * * *


Heather awoke on a nice morning, the sunlight falling into her bedroom promising another nice day. She was getting pretty sick of them. The stillness Ashera had forced upon the world was getting on her nerves. The eternal peace and quiet sounded like glaring discords to her soul. Most of the others didn't seem the experience the divine silence like she did. They just walked through the calm with a vague sense of contentment. Fortunately, that didn't erode their determination to stop Ashera ending the world once and for all, but it was getting annoying.

Well, Heather determined, time to introduce a bit of chaos to the everlasting order. Or, failing that, a bit of fun.

Granted, some of the men were already doing their best to keep their minds sharp and Ashera's stillness at bay, but, being men, had decided to do so by making their daily training even more violent than usual. Heather had no doubt it worked, but it lacked... style. There were better ways of exciting the mind. And body.

Heather slipped out of bed and stretched herself. She did have to admit there was one upside to the changeless world. The sun was always pleasantly warm and she loved feeling its rays on her bare skin. She enjoyed sleeping in the nude, a habit she'd picked up after becoming acquainted with a delightfully openminded laguz girl a few years back, but the weather didn't always co-operate with her. Until now, anyway. Now the weather was always perfect for sleeping without having to wear a stitch of clothing, even without blankets. It probably wasn't what the Goddess had intended, but Heather had never really cared much about what the Goddess intended.

Heather looked at the little pile of clothing lying on a chair, smiled, and left them there. She walked out into the hallway and around the stone statue of the man who'd probably been the innkeeper before Ashera had given the land her peace. She barely noticed him. After a while the statues had stopped registering in her mind as people and had become... well... statues.

Heather paused in front of the door to the dining room and took a deep breath. No doubt there would already be quite a few people enjoying their breakfast. She was rather hoping that was the case, actually. But that hope didn't really steady her nerves. She wasn't afraid of people... well, women seeing her naked body, nor was she really all that worried about the consequences. The only thing that really worried her was the possibility that nobody reacted to her at all.

Heather opened the door and stepped boldy into the dining room. The conversation, already quiet, slowly died down. One by one, faces turned to look at her. And, because the male part of the army had commandeered the town's rival inn, they were all female faces. The feeling of so many girls gazing at her naked body filled her with warmth. Most just stared. Some blushed and looked away. Some blushed and pretended to look away while in reality they were still looking at her and hoped nobody noticed that they were. Heather especially appreciated the gazes of that last group. They gave the warm feeling inside of her an edge of arousal.

The only one not staring or blushing was Tanith. She rose from her chair with a face like a thunderstorm. Her mouth opened for some stern rebuke when Sanaki silenced her by quietly putting her hand on her arm. Tanith looked at the little Empress, closed her mouth and sat down. Heather smiled at the glaring pegasus knight, nodded gratefully to Sanaki and began walking towards the tables. Well... more like sauntering. She walked slowly, hips swinging with a seductive exaggeration, a sultry if genuine smile on her face. Every eye in the room followed every step her naked body took, the heat of their gazes burning hotly on her skin. It was absolutely wonderful.

At length, Heather reached Nephenee's seat. She felt gratified to see that the girl hadn't yet put her armour on and was only wearing her tunic and stockings right now. And her blue helmet, for some reason. She sat down on the table and smiled brightly at the blushing soldier.

"Good morning," Heather greeted her brightly.

"Uhm... hey," Nephenee mumbled.

Heather leaned forward, offering the girl a good look at her breasts. Nephenee gulped nervously, but her eyes wandered towards her chest all the same.

"And how are you today?" she asked, her voice a purr.

"Fine. No complaints," Nephenee said.

Heather heard someone unsuccessfully trying to stifle a laugh and saw Calill holding a hand in front of her mouth and an amused look in her eyes.

"You... err... you seem to forgot getting dressed this morning," Nephenee mumbled.

"Oh, I didn't forget," Heather said. "A nice day like this should be enjoyed. Don't you agree?"

"I... suppose."

Heather smiled and leaned back. She hadn't actually expected the girl to agree with her. In truth, she hadn't expected her to be able to say anything. She could be so painfully shy. Of course, that was exactly why she'd singled her out. Girls should be confident, in her opinion. Especially pretty ones like Nephenee.

"It'll be quite some time before we march," the blonde thief said. "How about we enjoy the day together until then?"

"What, here?"

"Anywhere you like."

"W- well..."

Nephenee's eyes shot around the room. Heather followed her look and was unsurprised to see everybody still staring at her. Or, now, at the two of them. The naked thief and the dressed soldier. She hoped the image would linger in their minds for as long as they lived.

Well... or until it was replaced by the image of the naked thief and the naked soldier. But that image still lay in the future. One step at a time.

"Perhaps we should continue our talk in private, hmm?" Heather offered.

Nephenee gave her an agonised look. Heather knew it well. She'd often seen it on the face of young women trapped between what they thought they should want and what they actually wanted.

"Yeah, sure," the soldier mumbled.

"Wonderful."

Heather pushed herself off the table and extended her hand to Nephenee. The soldier looked at it for a moment. Then she took it and stood up as well. The blonde thief gave her a radiant smile. Nephenee offered an embarrassed grin in return.

"Let's go."

-----

When the door to the dining room closed behind them, Heather swivelled Nephenee against the corridor wall.

"There, that's better, don't you think?" she said.

"Aren't we gonna go... y'know... to the bedroom?"

Heather smiled. "If you like," she purred, stepping closer, almost but not quite pressing body against Nephenee's, "but why wait so long?"

"Well, 'cuz, people might hear?"

"Not if we're quiet little kittens," Heather said, not bothering to mention to the girl that she rather hoped they wouldn't be quiet. "Well...?"

Nephenee stared at her and then kissed her. Heather froze with the shock of surprise, then allowed herself to melt into the soldier's arms. Whenever she tempted girls out of their shells and into the glorious light, she usually had to initiate every single little step herself. It was very gratifying that Nephenee had taken this one herself. Perhaps it was because of the effect Ashera's peace had on her or perhaps it was simply because her experiences as a soldier had given her a bit of steel underneath that farmgirl upbringing and rustic shyness.

She wasn't a bad kisser either. Inexperienced, yes, a touch clumsy, but nevertheless very... promising. Her lips were gentle and eager at the same time, soft and yet demanding. It was a nice surprise. And when Heather embraced Nephenee in return and deepened their kiss, she was happy to find the soldier adapted with ease. Before she knew it, their tongues and lips played happily with each another and it was the spark that turned Heather's smouldering arousal into a modest flame. It did the same for Nephenee, if her satisfied sigh was something to go by.

Heather pulled away and looked at the soldier's face. She was still blushing, but there wasn't much embarrassment there any more. A shy smile played around her lips and there was a familiar desire in her eyes. She kissed her, briefly, appreciatively. Nephenee accepted her happily. Then she broke their embrace and slid down her body, her bare skin rubbing against Nephenee's tunic, until she was squatting between the soldier's legs.

Heather looked up.

Nephenee looked down and let out a shuddering breath.

Heather raised an inquisitive eyebrow.

Nephenee looked at her and nodded.

Grinning, the blonde thief reached up and slowly pulled the soldier's panties down her legs. They were dark blue and adorned with a cute little bow. She slid them down until they were around her ankles. Nephenee stepped out of them with one foot in order to spread her legs further apart. Heather looked up at the girl's exposed pussy still hidden underneath her tunic. She carefully brushed against her folds with the tips of her fingers and found them a little moist. She also heard Nephenee gasp, a curiously thick sound filled with emotion quite unfamiliar to her, but almost common to Heather. For a moment the thief wondered if the girl had ever even touched herself, or if the height of her sexual experience had been 'funny feelings down there'. Best tread carefully then.

Heather gently let her fingers wander up and down Nephenee's slit, her fingertips beginning to glisten with the girl's growing wetness. The soldier's breathing deepened and the blonde thief heard her choke back a moan once or twice. Experimentally, Heather dragged her index finger up the girl's pussy and slowly circled her clit. Nephenee squealed, her whole body shuddering in response. The sound was loud enough that it was sure to be heard in the dining room, and while that would normally have pleased Heather she felt a bit too worried to feel much glee.

She looked up. "Tell me when it gets too much. Or even painful."

Nephenee looked down, confusion on her face, but not in her eyes. "Sure?" she said. "But this don't hurt."

"I know, but... you're more sensitive than I'm used to. Warn me when I go too far. I'm serious."

"You ain't gone too far," Nephenee said. "So keep goin'."

Heather smiled. "Well, how could I ignore a request like that?"

The blonde thief returned to carefully stroking Nephenee's ever-wetter folds and was rewarded by the girl's breathing deteriorating ever so slowly into panting as her lust grew within her chest. When she judged the soldier ready, she carefully pushed a single finger up her folds and into her pussy. Nephenee shrieked and Heather heard her hands scrabbling futily at the brick wall. And while her shriek was surprisingly high-pitched, it also had a definite undercurrent of pleasure and nice absence of pain. Motivated by this, Heather began moving inside of her, rubbing against her inner walls. Nephenee began moaning, her body starting to writhe on and against the blonde thief's hand. She growing loud enough that the people on the other side of the door could have no doubt about what was going on just out of their sights. She wondered if Nephenee was aware that her moaning could be heard. Heather decided not to bother her with the question. The soldier clearly had... other things on her mind.

Nephenee was unsurprisingly tight, her pussy seemingly gripping her finger with the intent to never let it out again. Nevertheless, Heather managed to push a second finger into the girl and heard her groaning with deep satisfaction in response. Spurred by this, the blonde thief started moving her fingers up and down with a slow, but definite rhythm. Nephenee's whole body trembled for a moment, then stiffened as thought itself against the pleasure. With an ease that came from practise, Heather built up the speed until Nephenee, panting and moaning, could no longer stay tense and her body relaxed, now defenseless against the pleasure the blonde thief gave her and, hopefully, capable of enjoying it more fully.

Having settled on a rhythm, Heather wondered what to do next. Not that she needed to do anything else. As her fingers slid ever more easily up and down Nephenee wetness, it become more and more obvious that this would be more than enough stimulation to bring the inexperienced soldier to her peak. But a smooth rhythm was just so... ordered. So Heather rose and allowed her lips to softly kiss Nephenee's clit.

Nephenee screamed, her whole body shaking with the sudden pleasure. Heather did her best to ignore the noise, though the arousal lancing through her naked body in response to hearing the girl's pleasure made that difficult, and started kissing the girl all around her clit and down her slit until she was satisfied the soldier could take it, at which point she allowed her tongue to dart of her mouth and flick at her glistening fluids. Nephenee inhaled sharply and, squirming, raised herself up until she was standing on tip-toe, as though trying to escape the feelings Heather awoke within her.

"Keep... goin'," Nephenee hissed between gritted teeth.

Heather would've giggled if her mouth hadn't been otherwise occupied. All shyness, emberrassment or confusion had been burned out of her voice, replaced by a lustful determination. It was good to hear. So good, in fact, that Heather had to resist the urge to let her free hand wander between her own legs and pleasure herself. She wasn't about to allow herself to divide her attention between Nephenee's pleasure and her own.

Fingers still moving in a smooth rhythm, Heather continued to kiss and lap her way across Nephenee's fold and around her clit. But while she new from moment to moment where her fingers were going to be and what they were going to do next, her kisses were unfocussed, undirected and unplanned. She kissed and licked at whichever place seemed the most inviting at any given time.

Nephenee couldn't take it and no surprise. Heather was amazed the girl had managed to hang on even this long. Perhaps it had something to do with a soldier's stamina. Her moans turned to high-pitched, desperate panting as Heather's orderly fingers and chaotic mouth continued to stimulate her. Then one, long groan escaped her lips and, for a moment, her body was still before shuddering more violently than before as her pleasure overtook. Heather felt the girl's pussy grip her fingers so tightly she wasn't sure she could move them any more. Though that didn't stop her from letting her tongue dart around Nephenee's clit to prolong the girl's orgasm as best she could.

Eventually, Nephenee's climax passed and Heather pulled down and away. The soldier slid down the wall until she was sitting on the floor. Heather pulled up next to her and put an arm around her while she brought her other arm up to her mouth so she could start licking her hand clean from the soldier's juices. Well... to watch Nephenee watch her lick her hand clean.

"That was... amazing," Nephenee breathed.

"Thank you," Heather said. "I enjoyed it too."

"But... I think we might've... you know... let people in there what we were doing."

Heather smiled. "Well, they needed a bit of shaking up."

"So... now what?"

"Now? Now I'd rather like a bit of breakfast."

"You don't wanna clean up a bit first? There's... stuff all around your mouth."

"Yes, well, unfortunately, I don't seem to even have a handkerchief about my person."

"Probably 'cuz you didn't put anything on," Nephenee said.

"Probably," Heather agreed.

"I... got one in my room. You could borrow."

"That would be nice," Heather said. "Thank you."

"And... y'know... while we're there you could... show me what you did and let me... do it to you...?"

Heather smiled brightly. "Well," she said, "if you insist."