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When Robin had told her daughter that they couldn’t go into the mixed baths as a family because her father was too unruly, she hadn’t been speaking idly. He really was a menace.
But the true danger was that Robin liked that about him and was too weak-willed to discourage his reckless side. Which was how they got into situations like this.
“Ah—Chrom!” she panted while a large, sword-callused palm ran up her thigh under the water, cupping and squeezing. “I don’t think—ooh—someone could…this might not be a good idea…”
Her point was somewhat undercut by the way she was perched on his own thigh, shamelessly rubbing herself along it like a cat in heat.
“Hm?” Chrom hummed distractedly, his lips brushing her temple. He kissed down the line of her neck and shoulder, his mouth as searing on her skin as the water of the hot spring they reclined in.
After all the fuss she’d made to Lucina about Chrom not being allowed with them in the mixed gender baths, the Anna who ran the onsen Outrealm had granted the leaders of the Shepherds special use of the nicest private bath in thanks for saving the day, and Robin had been sorely tempted by the promise of a quiet private bath with her husband. Though Robin rather thought that Chrom was doing a wonderful job of proving her point that he was too much for the shared baths—too passionate, too chaotic, too intense by half to be trusted to behave himself or abide by the rules of the baths which, Robin was pretty sure, must include “no fornicating”.
If she was honest with herself, she’d been anticipating that when she’d accepted. Counting on it, even.
But a smart tactician needed to cover her bases and put down an insincere objection just in case some third party happened to realize what was going on in this private bath, so that she could look back and point to how she was right. Always being right was nearly as important as getting Chrom’s fingertips to move to her clit as soon as possible.
As if he was reading her mind—they really were two halves of a whole—Chrom’s right hand drifted down to rub lazy circles around that very spot. He used only the tip of one thick finger, matching the tempo of her grinding on his leg and staying entirely too gentle about it. His left hand played with her breasts, teasing her nipples into stiff peaks with thumb and forefinger, switching between them so that neither felt neglected.
“Do you not want to…?” he ventured, his voice rough with want. His hands kept at their steady work. It stirred a warmth inside her that made her head spin as it mingled with the heat from the water and the steam. A shivery tingle ran from clit through her cunt, chased by another, sharper bolt of arousal as he gave one of her nipples a little pinch and rolled it in the way that made her squirm every time. Her pussy tried valiantly to squeeze down on something and the empty clench made her impatient, greedy.
Robin arched into Chrom’s gliding touch to try to force firmer pressure around her clit, her head lolling back against his shoulder. His prick bobbed against her hip in the water behind her, brushing against her ass and clearly taking great interest in the proceedings.
“Oh, I want to,” she breathed against his neck, reveling in the groan he let out that reverbated from his chest and rumbled through her. “I just think it’s also a bad idea and wanted it on the record before we do it anyway.”
Chrom snorted. His hands ceased their groping and she had only a moment to register her regret and annoyance before his broad palms landed on her hips. Chrom wasted no time, manhandling her with ease as he lifted her from his lap and spun her around. Robin clung to his shoulders, happily taking the time to admire the way the water streamed and glistened over his torso now that they faced each other. He was a sight for sore eyes, as always, with the noble line of his nose and his hair that went every which way and and his eminently kissable lips and his firm muscles and his eyes that burned equally with lust and love. It was almost annoying how handsome her husband was in any circumstance. He made mincemeat of her good sense and caution. He made her throb.
With one smooth motion, Chrom lifted her from the water to settle her on the edge of the pool, the stones impossibly warm under her thighs. He wedged himself between her knees, slinging her legs over his shoulders as they trailed through the water. Robin readily spread her thighs for him. He nudged them farther apart so that her pussy was displayed to his hungry gaze. He licked his lips.
Her thighs tried to twitch closed around his head reflexively as a small dart of embarrassment shot through her, but his hands held her in place with a firm grip.
It wasn’t that she was embarrassed by some innate shy nature or by the acts they did together or anything of the sort. It was simply that sometimes the intensity of Chrom’s admiration as he looked at her, eye to cunt, was hard to bear—his full lower lip hanging open and worship in his eyes, his face filled with wonder and desire as if this was the first time he’d ever pressed his face between her legs and not probably somewhere in the hundreds. It was hard not to squirm away from the attention even as it pleased her so much.
Robin’s pussy clenched again, a rush of wet arousal slipping out of her with the ripple of her inner muscles; her patience grew short. She ran her hand over his cobalt hair, raking through the strands to tangle into the unruly growth around the nape of his neck that was dampened by the water of the spring. In vain, she tried to press him forward, but Chrom would not be rushed when he had a meal to savor.
He smiled, releasing one thigh to stroke down the cleft of her folds, feather-light and unsatisfying.
“Chrom,” Robin said, thoroughly frustrated, “If you don’t put your mouth on me right now I’ll…I’ll take care of myself and leave you out of it.” Her threat was hollow, and they both knew it, and that only frustrated her more. But she didn’t have her wits about her enough to think of a better one. Her thoughts spun from the warmth in the air and the warmth pooling in her gut. She was so aroused she could feel the wet slide of the folds of her cunt as she shifted, which only made her squirm more.
“No you won’t,” Chrom said, but he was indulgent to her demands as ever and bent forward at last. He buried his face against the apex of her thighs, kissing first into the soft triangle of hair on her mound before sliding down to greet her properly. He kissed her dripping cunt sweetly, as if he was enjoying a fine delicacy. His tongue darted out, eager to taste, and swiped up the center of her twice before he moved up to her clit.
Robin cried out, panting, and watched him go to work in earnest this time.
Hungrily, Chrom nudged and teased her nub with the tip of his tongue until she was a writhing mess, then closed his lips around her clit and sucked. His hands roved over the roundness of her hips and thighs and briefly forayed up to cup a breast, as if he couldn’t decide which part of her to play with. Eventually he settled on groping her ass, his hands kneading her soft flesh while his lips and tongue feasted.
Years of marriage had gifted Chrom with an intimate understanding of how Robin liked to be touched best—he’d dedicated himself to learning her body with an intensity she’d only ever previously seen him apply to his sword training, and he’d been an ardent pupil.
Impossibly, he seemed even more beautiful than normal when he was eating her out. Chrom’s brows furrowed and eyes clenched shut in concentration, and his ridiculously long and dark lashes stood out starkly against his flushed cheeks. He was unselfconscious in his desire, fully absorbed in his task, and it was maddeningly endearing.
Robin curled over him, fingers tangling ever more tightly into his hair, but he didn’t seem to mind. Her thighs clamped around his ears, entrapping him where he was needed at the apex of her thighs. The warm air of the bath filled with her pants and whimpers, her breathless entreaties for him to keep going, Chrom, please, and his answering muffled grunts of pleasure as he flattened his tongue against her pussy and licked up the proof of her arousal.
Her last shred of coherent thought was to be glad that they’d chosen this particular activity for their salacious use of the baths. Chrom could be very vocal, which was fun when it didn’t make being discreet impossible.
Then she had no thoughts at all, only scraps of sensation—the enveloping broad strokes of Chrom’s tongue, the heat of his breath, the way his fingertips dug into the softness of her flesh to pull her closer. His hair, soft and ticklish against her palms, and the slip of water over her calves as her legs twitched through the water of the spring.
A bead of sweat trickled its way between her breasts, and her pussy clenched around nothing again, but this time her clit was being tenderly, affectionately assaulted by a probing tongue. A tidal wave of pleasure flowed through her body, bowing her back with the force of it.
Robin settled down from her orgasm into the sensation of Chrom’s greedy mouth as he plundered sensitive folds and lapped up her juices. She released his hair to collapse back onto her elbows against the smooth stone behind her, but Chrom didn’t let up an inch. He followed right with her, his mouth ravenous as he diligently licked up all of his reward. Then his hand skimmed down her stomach and joined in the fray, his thumb rubbing firm uncompromising circles on her clit as it twinged, and Robin knew it was going to be one of those nights. A night when Chrom was insatiable and determined in his pursuit of wringing orgasms out of her, as if it was a point of pride and he was keeping score against himself, which generally ended with her fucked into an incoherent puddle of a woman.
Robin moaned loudly at the realization of where they were heading, her cunt still radiating a tingly sensitivity from her orgasm even as he pushed her relentlessly toward another. She clapped her hands over her mouth, not wanting to be too loud, and then squealed as Chrom pressed two fingers into her. Her cunt clutched desperately at the intrusion, oversensitive in a nearly painful way even as he stoked new pleasure within her. Then his fingers started curling, stroking her clit from the inside while he simultaneously returned to sucking on it directly, cheeks hollowed. Tears beaded at the corner of Robin’s eyes from the intensity of it all, her hips confused about whether to push into the overwhelming sensations or to shy away from them.
Robin’s pussy made the most embarrassingly loud noises with each push of Chrom’s fingers. He briefly released her clit to lave it with loving attention instead. He planted his forehead against her hip bone, then, his hot breath washing over her as he panted.
“Gods, Robin, you’re amazing,” he said, pressing messy kisses against her hip as if she was the one doing anything miraculous here. “Can you give me another one?”
Between the praise and the pleading look in his eyes and the steady thrum of her poor overworked clit, it seemed the answer was yes despite her pussy’s initial confusion about more attention so soon. Her inner walls fluttered around his fingers, tipping over into accepting the pleasure he pressed into her as she melted into the stone beneath her back.
This time when Robin came it was a sharper sort of pleasure, lancing through her like a bolt of her own magic. Her mind blanked. When she came to, it was to the sight of a sheepish but proud Chrom smiling at her from between her spread, weakly twitching thighs. She floated back down into herself slowly, returning his gaze with a softer smile of her own.
Robin reached her hand down, and Chrom readily threaded their fingers together. She wondered hazily if he could feel the way her pulse still hammered through her body, thumping through her palm and her chest and her cunt like thunder after a lightning strike.
Chrom heaved himself out of the pool to press her down against the stones, and they fell to kissing. She tasted herself on his tongue, her juices coating his chin and lips with heady, salty musk that made her overachieving, ambitious pussy give a pitiful little clench of want.
His erection poked her hip, and Chrom’s hips circled in time with his kisses, rubbing his cock against her skin.
“Please, Robin, please, can we…can I,” he panted, too worked up to get a full sentence out, but she knew what he wanted.
Robin cupped his dear, handsome face and kissed him deeply, then let herself flop back down against the warm stone, boneless. “Not here,” she laughed, “you’re way too loud about it.”
Chrom pouted, and it was infuriating how cute he was. No one should be this sexy and cute and pretty at the same time, especially not after years of marriage when one ought to have grown inured to the sight of him. It was unfair.
She tugged him down until her lips were at his ear. “Take me back to our room instead,” she said. Robin had never been bundled into a robe and hauled away so quickly in her life.
As it turned out, the paper walls of the inn weren’t much better for muffling Chrom’s ridiculously loud moaning than the open air of the baths, but neither of them could find it in them to care.