Blossoming Flower (Céline/Alear from Fire Emblem Engage) (Patreon)

Céline had not averted her gaze from the view outside her window for some time. There was much on her conscience and the sight offered comfort, but it also kept her focused on the matter at hand, for those on her mind lived within the town below. 

She was not alone, accompanied by an individual whose kindness and empathy she greatly valued, so much so that feelings had naturally developed, though she had kept them to herself during the conflict against the Fell Dragon.

With the war’s end, she felt courageous enough to declare those feelings… and they had been reciprocated. Although this should have made her the happiest girl in the world, and to some extent she was, she could not deny that it was difficult to feel happy even during these times of restoration.

…not when her relationship potentially signified an end to Firene’s dynasty.

Céline loved Alear above all else, but his status as the Divine Dragon meant she could no longer be an ordinary princess of Firene. To become his wife would signify a newfound status as the Divine Dragon Monarch’s queen-- a far departure from a potential future as Firene’s queen.

Alfred would become the king, certainly… but how long would his rule last? His health was not up to par, information she had shared with the Divine Dragon, understanding it was important to consider what would happen upon his demise. 

She could return to Firene and take the throne… but that would separate her from her beloved. They would not be able to see each other often, their focus shifting to their individual nations and little else.

Céline wasn’t sure what she wanted to do.

She loved her nation. She loved her husband. How could she choose? 

“Céline.”

Firene's restoration had not been proceeding so smoothly either. The threat of the Corrupted and momentous incidents like the Florra Port incident could not be forgotten so swiftly.

Faith in the royal family had wavered, simply put. She could not blame them. A typical citizen could not understand the sacrifices that had to be made during the war-- that death and destruction could not be avoided at times. They weren’t meant to. It was the responsibility of the royal family to mitigate devastation.

Even though they had been ultimately victorious, they should have been stronger. They had objectively failed at their responsibility to safeguard their nation.

“Céline.”

It was the reason rebel forces had risen. 

…which had subsequently led to her ordering their eradication.

She took no pride in what had to be done. Their protests had turned violent, servants of the royal family getting mixed up in their revolution and held hostage, compensation demanded in the form of a royal family member making an appearance. 

Goodness knows what would have happened if those demands had been met. Alfred had genuinely considered it, but she wasn’t willing to risk her brother perishing-- she still needed time to mentally prepare for that. 

But she didn’t want to mentally prepare for that…

“Céline!!”

Céline jumped upon hearing the raised voice, a little of her tea spilling out of her cup in the process. “D-Divine One, I… some warning, next time!”

“I apologize,” Alear leaned back, sighing with relief. “Though you’ve been spilling that tea for some time.”

She observed her surroundings, noticing a substantial stain on the cloth covering the table that was new, but not ‘in the last few seconds-new’. His claims were true-- while she had been lost in thought, she had been trembling without realizing.

Lovely.

Wasting tea was never fun.

“...sorry,” she whispered, feeling a little ashamed about her lack of concentration.

“You have a lot on your mind, Céline,” Alear shared an astute observation. “Would you like to talk about any of it?”

Her husband was unbelievably considerate and would doubtlessly offer sound advice… but she wasn’t sure if she wanted to hear it-- not yet, at least. Her thoughts were a plague she wanted to put to the side for a while, until she was ready-- and willing-- to work through them and decide what her true feelings were.

“Not right now,” she answered, but this was far from the end of their conversation. During moments where turbulent thoughts reigned supreme and she needed something to cleanse her mind, a particular remedy always proved to be effective.

But asking for it… that was the tricky part.

There was a way to communicate it, however-- a means that was unique to her and something he'd understand, and more importantly, a method he'd have a chance to reject if he didn't desire the same.

Céline had quite a variety of blends, leaves, and powders for her teas, typically used to enhance taste in a particular way or influence a particular mood. This particular powder she had acquired was for the latter, incrementing an individual's craving… for sex. 

She desired it like any other, but this way, she could numb her mind of any intrusive thoughts and enjoy a wondrous augment to her usual pleasure. It had become a bit of a favorite of hers, and her husband had confessed he did enjoy her heightened forwardness and sultry speech. It wasn't a dangerous aphrodisiac by any means either, so long as it was not overused and the right amount was integrated into the tea.

This… aphrodisiac of sorts… had a personal nickname-- The Blooming Flower.

An appropriate name for the sensations it invoked, she believed.

When she stood and approached her storage unit, acquiring the powder, she couldn't help but worry that she was relying on it a little too much. Alear had needs too, of course, and while those were more than satisfied, she often worried she would demand too much of him in her elevated state.

Her concerns were dampened when, upon realizing what she had brought out, Alear smiled. 

He always did.

After all, he was a man in love with his wife; he craved her just as she craved him, desiring every part of her body, even the parts she had been concerned he'd dislike… such as her breasts, or rather, the absence of them.

No longer did she worry about whether he liked her body. An hour of worshiping her chest enthusiastically one night had eradicated that worry. It was a fond memory.

“We won't be disturbed, will we?” Alear's tone had changed to be more teasing and a little breathless, a simple product communicating a thousand words and triggering switches in his mind. “You can get quite loud when you’re like this; I wouldn’t want us to be interrupted.”

She was glad he was so approving, though he didn't have to mention that last part.

“Only because you make me feel phenomenal,” she responded. “And no, we won't be; with the Divine Dragon at my side, there isn't a need for many guards on this side of the palace, is there?”

Céline opened the powder, pouring some onto her hand and sprinkling it into her tea. She did not want to use too much, for the effects would amplify and she'd lose all of her elegance, becoming something akin to a sex-craving feral beast for a few hours.

…which was something she did want to try at some point, but not today.

“Alear…” she spoke softly, wanting to share her true thoughts while she had the chance; while it was reassuring he was happy to proceed with her suggestion, that didn't mean her worries were completely gone. Sampling the tea would momentarily take them away, but this was a concern she was ready to face right now. “I rely on you a lot for this, don't I? Is that… truly okay with you? I cannot help but worry that you think less of me for this.”

She gazed down, a little bashful and now concerned about what his answer would be. Truthfully, she had no reason to suspect he'd give her a negative reply, but she wished to learn his genuine thoughts.

“You don’t need to worry, my love,” he spoke earnestly. “Your means of stress relief is also my means of stress relief. There is nothing to worry about.”

…she felt so silly.

He would say that.

She wasn't the only one with problems and seeking an escape from them. She knew this deep down, but her personal concerns had blinded her to that. 

Céline smiled, deciding she was finished with thinking for a while. Thoughts led to more thoughts, and those could lead to dangerous thoughts. She needed a break from it all. 

Therefore, she started to drink. Since the tea had cooled a little during her thinking time, she felt encouraged to gulp it all down, though refrained from doing so; a few sips was all that was needed for the aphrodisiac to take effect, and besides, the unique taste of the beverage wasn’t exactly to her fancy.

Shockingly enough, upon placing her teacup down, her husband reached out and took it, bringing it close to his lips. 

“...A-Alear,” she spoke quietly, unsure whether to feel concerned or excited regarding what he was about to do. “That is… quite the potent drink you have in your hands. Are you certain…?”

Céline was the exclusive user of this aphrodisiac, presumingly because her husband was better at handling his stress and thoughts than she… but perhaps she was wrong. Perhaps he too needed a break from life's troubles and needed to let instinct take over.

“I am,” he said reassuringly, prepared to mimic the number of sips she had taken, though only after one did he place the cup down, scowling and sticking out his tongue. “...wow… this tastes bad.”

“It does,” she laughed. “But when it kicks in, it-- aaahh…”

Right on cue, Celine started to feel a warmth brewing from within, one that intensified her need to breathe, brought a bright flush to her cheeks, and made her body tremble. These sensations were strong and unable to be ignored, augmented whenever she looked at the person who she loved above all else.

But right now, love was not the dominant feeling. It was lust.

She wanted him. She couldn't think about anything but him taking her, having his way with her, making her his… and this was precisely why she adored this particular tea. 

What had she been so worried about? That was a question she wouldn't be able to answer even if she wanted to.

“Alear…” Céline stood, caring not for her quivering legs and how it felt like she was about to fall at any moment. “I need… ah…”

Although this elevated state altered how her body and mind operated for a time, Céline was still very conscious of what she was doing… enough to notice she potentially might have put in a little too much of the powder. She had never felt this weak in the knees! 

Alear stood, though did not move towards her, needing a moment to contain his breathing. Though he hadn't taken as much as she had, he could already feel a little jittery. He was thankful for the horrendous taste, for he was still feeling present and aware enough to catch his perfect princess once she finally stumbled and fell.

The two embraced, though their hug did not last. A gaze at the other, followed by a substantial amplification of their sense of smell, led to a desperate locking of lips. 

Céline was the initiator, leading the charge by pushing her tongue against his lips, begging for entry. Alear soon realized why she was so eager to escalate, for taste was also a magnified sense. He granted her entry, beginning a clash of tongues-- a battle neither wanted to win nor lose, an infinite war far more appealing to two individuals addicted to the other.

“Ahh-Ahhlleeaaar…” Céline whispered, her calling coming out as a barely comprehensible half-moan.

He smelled so good-- tasted so good.

…and she knew exactly what would taste even better. The tongue war could be put on hold. She wanted to take off those pants and enjoy a different kind of meal instead.

“Céline… I need you…”

Alear wasn't exactly losing his mind, but he was maddeningly aroused by this transformation of hers. He always was, but now that he was also under the spell to an extent, that feeling was stronger than ever.

“So do I…” she purred and giggled, adoring how her special tea was affecting him. Though she was no stranger to his erection pushing up against her, she loved feeling how outrageously hard he got for her. 

She felt sorry for the poor thing! How it longed to be freed from its prison and returned to the loving embrace of her mouth, and then welcomed home by her pussy! Perhaps, if she was feeling daring, it could take a visit to the vacation home too.

Celine made a view there and then; they were not going to leave this room for the rest of the day. This was going to be their special break from life, and nothing was going to stop them.

After all, they needed-- no, craved the other. Their body and mind desired and would not stop until they had found satisfaction. It was somewhat of a terrifying feeling to an extent, but the thrill of losing control and surrendering to raw, animal-like instincts… there was an appeal to that.

“Divine One! Céline!”

Céline backed away momentarily, breathing heavily-- not with excitement, but frustration.

This was the worst possible time to be interrupted.

Fortunately, Alfred had the courtesy not to barge into the room unannounced, though his presence still signified they were likely going to be needed elsewhere… and that wasn’t good; the aphrodisiac was not designed for these kinds of interferences, nor was she was in a talkative mood beyond speaking lewdly to her husband.

Sensing she was struggling to keep it together, let alone think of a response, Alear took matters into his own hands. He approached the door, speaking purposefully quietly. “She is sleeping, Alfred.”

“O-Oh, sorry, Divine One!” Alfred lowered his voice, chuckling a little uneasily to himself for a few moments. “Listen, uhm, it’s about my mother-- she wanted to talk to Céline about that rebel group, so would it be okay for you to wake her up?”

Alear expected Céline to shake her head disapprovingly, and though she still communicated that she did not wish to be ‘woken up’, she did so in quite an unorthodox manner. She had chosen to fall to her knees, rummaging through his pants so she could fish out that which she desired. She cared not that her brother was on the opposite end of the door; she trusted her husband could handle the situation and make an excuse for her, which was why she was rewarding him prematurely. 

“Well, uhm,” Alear paused, shivering once her hands wrapped around his shaft. She stroked him while drooling, bizarrely not taking it into her mouth just yet. It was as if she wanted to test how long she could last before succumbing to her thirst. Either way, he was a little glad; he could speak somewhat ordinarily to Alfred while like this. “You see-- she just got to sleep, and I don’t know if it would be a good idea to wake her up. It's been a tiring day for her.”

Alfred mumbled for a few moments, ultimately responding with a relieving response-- though that sensation was already present in droves thanks to Céline’s actions, albeit in a different flavor. “Mother did say it was important, though I suppose it cannot be helped if my sister needs sleep.”

Alear was ready to respond immediately, but found his attention diverted. He wasn't certain whether or not Céline had challenged herself to hold back, but either way, she was failing wonderfully; her lips were presently pushing up against his glans, smothering it with greedy kisses. The smacks were a little too loud for Alear’s liking, but it seemed her brother was none the wiser.

“I’ll let her know as soon as she… ahh… w-wakes up,” Alear promised, hoping that stutter wouldn’t draw the suspicion of his brother-in-law.

The culprit was Céline, naturally. She had taken her husband’s manhood into her mouth while he conversed, immediately bobbing her head back and forth with the utmost passion. She simply could not resist! Her brother’s presence was a non-factor in her decision. Alear could see how much this soothed her-- her eyes had turned drowsy, her body had seized trembling, and her humming sounded serene. She had fallen into a trance. 

Alear loved it. It always felt phenomenal to feel the humidity of her mouth against his most sensitive part, but now that sensation was magnified by what he had taken. It looked-- and sounded-- just as wondrous too. 

He just hoped Alfred wasn’t noticing any of it.

“...you alright there, Divine One?” Alfred noticed it. “You don’t sound too good. You aren't sick, are you?”

“I-I’m fine,” he replied hastily, not sounding convincing in the slightest. On the bright side, he was talking to somebody who never particularly pried for more details, nor would doubt their answer. “It’s just been a long day for me too.”

“I see,” Alfred answered. “Well, I’ll leave you to it. Don’t forget to pass on the message to Céline when she wakes up.”

“Y-Yeah, will do…”

Alfred seemingly departed, bringing Alear much relief-- a different sense of relief from the one his wife was currently bringing him, of course.

With his focus now completely on Céline, Alear entered a trance of his own, embracing the extraordinary pleasure coursing through his body. He allowed himself to breathe deeply and loudly, captivated by how it felt to embrace the bliss.

Céline demonstrated her skill and passion, pausing her bobbing so she could slowly gobble up everything he had to offer, not resting until her lips reached the hilt. She kept herself concealed there for as long as possible, wanting her beloved to experience her contracting throat for as long as possible. For the man in question, it was a sublime elevation to his pleasure, almost bringing him over the edge. 

However, there was only so much Céline could withstand, leading to a messy ejection that revealed just how much she had taken inside her. Alear was mesmerized by how much his cock shimmered with her saliva, though his attention switched to Céline once she started coughing a few times. Since this wasn’t the first time she had deepthroated him, he wasn’t too worried, but it never hurt to be sure.

“You okay, dear?” Alear asked, enchanted by how ravaged her expression looked. Her face was stained red, she was still drooling, and her slanted eyes had never looked so sultry.

“I did not hear a single thing Alfred said,” she confessed, planting teasing kisses across his shaft, her gaze refusing to leave his. “And I do not want to know-- not until you’ve filled me up with everything you have.”

Céline stood, discarding her attire as swiftly as she could. While she had every intention of moving to the bed, hearing her speech and witnessing her subsequent strip show had awakened something primal within her beloved. Alear could not think about anything but taking her-- and cumming inside her.

She was shocked to feel a strong pair of hands across her stomach and breasts-- and an eager cock nestling up against her butt, but it was a very welcome surprise. Alear was capable of initiating and taking control, but it was typically she who took the reins, especially whenever she decided to use her tea. To learn that he was a lot more forward and dominant with her after he had taken the same beverage was quite an exciting revelation.

Alear ultimately ended up pushing her up against the door; he was a little forceful, but conscious enough to understand the difference between rough and rough. Céline trembled, but never had a quiver felt so good. 

“Do it…” she looked back at him, biting the left side of her lip. “Take me!”

He fulfilled her request without hesitation, plunging inside her drenched pussy. It had been soaking wet for some time now, making penetration an effortless task for her love. He bottomed immediately, her butt pushing up against his crotch as they both experienced the utmost tranquility.

Alear wasted no time, building up a rhythm of thrusts that amplified the volume of her moans. He had no doubt she could handle his ferocity, especially while they were under the influence of something magnificent. While he fucked her, his hands roamed up, landing on her small, borderline flat chest. He immediately began playing with her nipples, understanding how weak she was to them being teased. It caused her to tighten up around his cock, though not to a degree that slowed down his assault. 

During this singular moment, she was his. 

“Harder…” his perfect princess cried out, a demand he decided he would be generous enough to comply with. 

But only because he wanted to speed up anyway. His current pace, while strong and speedy, just wasn't enough to bring him to his climax. Céline doubtlessly wanted her womb filled sooner rather than later, after all. 

To help achieve this, he relocated his hands to her hips. While he knew departing from her breasts would subdue her pleasure, he had every intention of making up the difference-- and then some-- through the might of his thrusts alone.

And that's precisely what he did. 

Céline was fucked, his cadence unable to stay consistent as he hastened his motions ruthlessly. He watched as her ass rippled with each thrust, the view just as addicting as the music that was her endless moans. 

They were, however, a little too loud.

Which was, of course, a lie-- but it was the excuse he told her when he clasped his hand around her mouth, dampening all the erotic sounds she was letting out. 

Alear understood Céline needed this. He wasn't immune to the stresses of life, but the quantity of her problems exceeded his tenfold. It was why she chose to rely on this tea, for without it, she would not be able to even focus on intimacy. She didn't want that; she wanted to pleasure him-- and herself-- and this was her enchanting escape.

“Aahhhhleeeaaarrr!!!”

Céline had never sounded so sexy. Even though her hand blocked so much, he could hear her joyful cry as clear as day. 

He knew exactly why she had called her to him, for the message she intended to relay had already been communicated to him through the sudden tightening of her pussy. Like before, this did little to hinder his pounding, but it felt very good.

Her orgasm was intense, and though its main mission was to overwhelm her with euphoria, it had another objective-- invoking his climax too.

…and it succeeded.

Recalling the captivating words she had said to him moments ago, he pushed in one last time and came, flooding her womb with perhaps one of the most intense orgasms of his life. The aphrodisiac was likely to blame-- or rather, thank-- and while he experienced serenity, all he could think about was the magnitude of pleasure she was experiencing. Considering she had sampled more than he had, no doubt it was an otherworldly experience for her.

She was trembling so incredibly that it didn't feel right to call it trembling. It was a level so far beyond that he could not think of a word to describe it, making him ponder whether there even existed one that could describe her enlightened state. He held onto her firmly as she lost control of her body, refusing to let anything jeopardize her bliss.

All things had to come to an end, but it took a shocking amount of time for her everything to calm down. Céline eventually collapsed back into his body, and all she could do was giggle without end.

“Allleeaarrr…” she whispered. “I want more…”

And that's precisely what she was going to get. She looked so happy like this-- so at peace. She deserved to feel this way. 

He contemplated forwarding the message Alfred had told him to share, but he decided against it. There was a reason she had drank her tea-- to escape from the burdens of reality, for at least a little bit. Once it all wore off, he'd tell her then.

All in all, he was confident everything was going to be okay. The problems she faced, and those he was challenged by-- they would overcome them, together. It would work out. They would make it work!

But those were conversations to be had in the future.

What mattered more than anything was the present, and right now, they were not going to leave the room.