Tactician in Training (Chapter 2) (Robin/Reader from Fire Emblem Heroes) (Patreon)

There were numerous responsibilities that befit the title of ‘Summoner’, first and foremost, the act of summoning itself. 

Hence the title!

You would have still been an invaluable asset to Askr had you stuck to this singular obligation, but having all your eggs in one basket wasn’t really your thing. 

Although you were no expert at strategy, you had learned enough to become a tutor to those willing to learn the basics or challenge their current understanding. In recent memory, Morgan had been one such individual.

But now, it was her mother’s turn.

Or rather, uh… a younger version of her mother…?

…No, that wasn’t correct.

You were tutoring… a younger version of Morgan’s male self’s mother.

That was right—but it certainly didn’t sound right.

Of course, you didn’t question it much; you had summoned stranger individuals during your time in the Order of Heroes. Some bizarre relations weren’t that impressive comparatively.

“You left your pegasus knight in range of my archer.”

Robin frowned momentarily before her mouth morphed into a defiant pout, her mistake not something she was keen to accept. “There's a mountain tile between them. An arrow cannot fly through that!”

“The range of my archer is two,” you reminded her. “It matters not what's between my character and yours. It’ll still hit.”

You couldn't exactly fault her logic. Were this a realistic scenario, a tall peak would certainly complicate things for even the most formidable marksman, not to mention how the position of the pegasus knight would be unknown to the attacker. 

When this tutorage started, she had boasted quite confidently that she had already learned all she could about traditional tactics. Indeed, the book she had in her possession when summoned was quite valuable, but you identified early that she was relying on its teachings almost religiously.

That was why you had chosen to play this particular board game. It had its own set of instructions and tribulations that differed with every map, and the faster she learned to adapt to these changes, the better she could be on the battlefield

After all, the nine realms did not all play by the same rules. A king who wielded unprecedented technology? A goddess who could close off locations? A time-travelling entity? The list was endless. Conventional strategy would do little against such threats.

“You were planning to use that pegasus knight to hit-and-run my healers, weren’t you?”

Robin’s pout grew, but she wasn’t that much of a sore loser. She eventually sighed and loosened her shoulders. “I was, but then you cheated!”

The sore loser stuck out her tongue in frustration, and although you could tell she was legitimately annoyed, it was also adorable.

Scorching Talisman was the gift that kept on giving. What an incredible successor to Inferno Amulet! Honestly, it was cruel with some of its design decisions, but it wasn’t like the battlefield was all sunshine and rainbows either.

Robin leaned back into her chair and sighed again. Her agitated expression suggested she was ready to call it quits, but when a surprisingly sinister smile soon formed in her face, you grew suspicious, especially when she started chuckling smugly to herself.

“Robin?”

“The game isn’t over yet!” she leaned forward. “I have a secret weapon at my disposal!”

All good tacticians should have a safety net to fall back on in terms of great calamity.

Even so…

“Your pegasus knight is down, and I already took care of your armor knight and healer. The rest of your units lack physical defense and I still have a myrmidon and an archer at my disposal, not to mention that your mage took some splash damage from—”

“Strip element!”

…?

Robin giggled, sitting back down with a terrifyingly smug expression on her face.

What was more terrifying was that this wasn’t the first time you had heard one of those particular words uttered out during a board game session. 

“Morgan told me all about it,” Robin confessed.

Ah. 

There it was.

Oh.

Oh no.

“She was trying to deter me, you know,” she added. “Told me about how you’re a pervert and I should stay away.”

Morgan?! Why was she trying to paint you as some kind of villain?! Sure, tutelage with her did get quite carried away, but that didn’t mean you were planning to fool around with every girl you taught! 

“I didn’t know what that all meant at the time,” Robin admitted. “So I did some research of my own and I think I want to learn about—”

“No.”

“Huh?”

“We’re not doing any of that,” you spoke firmly, raising your voice just enough to startle her. “You’re here to learn tactics, not sex.”

Morgan was one thing, but Robin? You had limits. 

Well, probably. 

Regardless, you didn’t want to turn this whole shebang of yours into some secret sex club. 

Probably. 

Robin looked taken aback by your response. Whatever her prediction was for your reaction, it was far off the mark. She looked genuinely saddened, and although your response felt justified, you did feel a little guilty.

“Look,” you softened your tone, hoping to deescalate the situation. “I don’t know what Morgan has been telling you, but she’s just teasing you.”

Robin grumbled in response, her thoughts doubtlessly a collective mess, but you were happy to give her the time she needed to respond. 

At some point, her expression suggested she looked like she was ready to stand down and accept defeat. Not long after, however, she stood and placed her hands on her hips, seemingly determined not to give up just yet.

It was cute—but also a little worrisome.

“You’re just scared you’ll lose,” Robin regained some of that courageous attitude, proudly adopting a confident tone. “That’s why you won’t do it.”

You couldn’t help but smile at that; what a cheeky strategy this one was attempting!

While it was tempting to just outright decline her proposal again, you also didn’t want her to upset her again. Alas, you didn’t have much of a choice in the matter. 

That’s what you thought initially, at least. The situation changed when you scanned the board again, noticing something quite peculiar about the position of her characters—and how many were left. Your decision was solidified when you recalled that your myrmidon was quite close to activating his special ‘Cycloneforce’ skill…

“Fine then,” you decided to give in, your acceptance causing her eyebrows to narrow, like she wasn’t sure whether or not she had heard you correctly. You couldn’t blame her one bit for being perplexed by your sudden agreement, but she wasn’t the only one with a secret weapon at her disposal! “The rules are simple. At the end of my turn, if you’ve lost a unit, you take off a piece of clothing. Vice versa. How does that sound?”

You had a plan—a plan to crush her expectations while preserving her innocence.

Well, what remained of it anyway. You couldn’t go back in time and tell this girl not to research inappropriate things, but you could at least stop her from seeing things she wasn’t supposed to see.

Robin’s smile soon grew hastily, forsaking some of that smugness for genuine happiness. It was both heartwarming and soulcrushing, for as much as you adored seeing her so cheerful, your strategy was going to make it soon vanish. 

The silver lining was that it hopefully wouldn’t crush her completely. She could leave this room knowing she had tried her best rather than received a complete rejection.

“Deal!”

Heh.

This was going to be entertaining.

Robin soon made her moves, maneuvering her units around the board.

Very, very sloppily.

She moved them in unison, placing them on tiles that weren’t optimal, and positioning units in such a way that made them too vulnerable to attack.

This little devil was throwing!

Robin was trying her best to appear focused despite her purposeful mistakes, likely praying you wouldn’t take notice and begin to suspect. 

She still had a lot to learn.

Once your turn commenced, you acted immediately, using your myrmidon to strike down the healer she had left in his range. 

“Oh, dang, that’s one down,” Robin faked a sigh, trying her best not to grin. “Guess I gotta strip. then.”

“Not yet,” you interjected before she could take off her coat. “My turn isn’t over yet.”

Goodness—she hadn’t been listening at all, had she? Your approval had made her tune out what you had said immediately after—and that was very amusing!

“Uh, okay…” Robin was a little confused, the poor thing. “I suppose I can wait until then.”

Your myrmidon activated their special skill, allowing them to act again. You then positioned one of your healers directly behind it, understanding well it had a skill of its own that allowed nearby characters to reactivate their skills sooner, and that was a strategy you took full advantage of one your myrmidon dealt with Robin’s mage.

“...Morgan was right…” Robin mumbled. “You are a pervert…”

Her voice was quieter, but kept at a deliberate volume that made certain you could hear her.

Robin had two units left, and through the careful calculation of your myrmidon’s charge and the perk provided by your healer, you were able to rout the rest of her army in a single turn. The build was perhaps a little too overpowered for your liking, but even real battles could conclude just as quickly.

“Coat, boots, skirt, and blouse,” Robin giggled. “That’s four pieces of clothing for four units taken down! That’ll leave me in my underwear, y’know…”

You ignored her comments, sitting back and putting your hands behind your neck, smiling with glee at your victory.

“Oooh, you really ARE a pervert…” Robin misinterpreted your smug grin, gaining one of her own. “Since you routed my army so efficiently, I could discard my underwear too if you like…”

You continue to ignore her, a notion she found perplexing. Nevertheless, she stood up and took off her coat, adorably folding it up at a steady pace before placing it on the table. Somebody had learned a thing or two about teasing, it seemed. 

But you were a master at that.

When Robin reached for her boots, that was when you interjected. “Hold on.”

Robin fortunately paused, curious as to why you had stopped her.

“Why are you taking those off?”

Her curiosity turned into confusion. “Because you took down a second unit…?”

You leaned forward and shook your head several times. “Those weren’t the rules.”

“Huh…?”

Making certain you had her undivided attention, you reminded her of the rules. “I told you that at the end of my turn, if you’ve lost a unit, you take off a piece of clothing.”

“That’s what I’m doing,” she responded.

“I never said a piece of clothing for every unit,” you revealed your trump card. “You’ve either lost a unit or you haven’t. That’s why I let you take off your coat, but you’re not eligible to do anything more.”

The coat was fine. She was well-covered underneath it.

Robin looked puzzled for a few more moments, but eventually, what you really meant finally clicked. The result was an adorable cluster of emotions—sadness, anger, and frustration, to name a few. Her expression showed them all.

“That’s…” she started, her voice radiating those same emotions. “That’s not fair!!”

Morgan’s shenanigans regarding technicalities had taught you well; she had tried to surrender so you couldn’t defeat her remaining units and avoid stripping completely. The mind games had been fun, and you had been eager to invoke a little of that mischief with this new tactician in training.

“No battle is fair, Robin,” you saw this as a wonderful opportunity to teach this girl a life lesson. “Anybody—allies, rivals, or enemies—may twist their words to give them an advantageous position. Consider a scenario where you have allied with a former enemy against a common foe, and how they may have made a plan to strike you in the back when you least—”

You had been ready to give one heck of a lecture about trust and judgment and all sorts of other jargon.

Instead, you were swiftly taught a lesson of your own. 

Never trust the stubborn ones.

Robin had stopped listening to you long ago. She didn’t care one bit, and she was demonstrating that by discarding her boots anyway.

“...What are you doing?”

Robin stuck out her tongue in defiance. “I’m not letting you twist the rules like that!”

The scariest part about her declaration was that she was very serious. You half-expected her to reveal her actions were all a prank, but it didn’t take long for you to learn that had been wishful thinking on your part.

“Robin, w-wait a second, you shouldn’t—”

“Nuh-uh!” Robin shut you down. “You won fair and square, so you’re gonna see everything.”

Oh.

Oh no.

This girl was scary.

Now you knew where Morgan got it from.

Well, sort of, considering this particular Robin is supposed to have a son that’s the male equivalent of Morgan and not the female one you had—

Oh.

The internal monologue was perhaps not a good idea, for just as you realized you were getting distracted by meaningless clutter, Robin had finished stripping down to her underwear.

For a girl so petite, she had some nice curves on her.

…and that was about it.

Chest? Flat.

Not a bad thing though! Not a bad thing at all.

…

“Robin, you need to get dressed right now and—”

“No,” she shut you down again. “I wasn’t kidding when Morgan told me everything!”

Everything?

Oh, this wasn’t going well at all.

What were you even supposed to do right now?

Leave…?

But what if somebody walked in after and saw a naked Robin and began assuming VERY bad things about why she was completely nude in your room and—

“Hey,” Robin brought you back to reality—though you wish she hadn’t. “Here’s your prize, pervert.”

You were the one who decided to strip, Robin!

As tempting as it was to point out her hypocrisy, you held your tongue. 

Yelling wasn’t going to do you any good. Staring at that delicious flat chest? Now that was a different story.

“You’re staring,” Robin snickered. “You really are a pervert.”

Ah.

Oh, this really wasn’t going well.

There was an adorable naked tactician in your room and you really weren’t sure what to do about it…?

Well, besides the obvious, but you were still thinking rationally enough to not let such fantasies conquer your mind. 

You had limits.

Probably! Probably. Absolutely! Probably…?

“Heh… you’re speechless…” Robin giggled. “You weren’t expecting me to do this, were you?”

“...I can’t say I was…” you confessed. “Uhm… I don’t suppose you’re willing to put your clothes back on?”

“Nope,” she refuted such a ridiculous notion. “Besides, why do that when you like sharing, hmm? You’re such a pervert~”

“Yes, yes, we’ve established that.”

Okay.

Hm.

Firstly, when did this girl become such a smug little creature?

She was an adorable thing before this, wanting nothing more than to read books and learn about strategy. Her request to join you had been nothing but innocent.

But then… Morgan…

It was all her, wasn’t it?

You were going to have words with that one. You understood well that she had grown quite attached to you lately, and when you expressed interest in taking on another student, she had reacted quite… well, not badly, per say, but she HAD been awfully quiet about it.

To think—she thought there was a chance you would actually lay your hands upon this variant of her mother except not really because it was actually a variant of her father but a woman but younger than Morgan herself!

“...Are you going to just sit there or are you going to touch me?” Robin wasn’t a big fan of your inaction. “Or maybe I should just show you what I’ve learned and you can give me some pointers. Don’t think I haven’t noticed how you’ve… reacted~”

…What kind of research had this girl actually done?

She wasn’t wrong though. While your mind was ablaze with all sorts of nonsensical thoughts, your body had reacted quite positively to the unexpected feast before your eyes. 

Robin probably thought you would jump her by now or something, but because you hadn’t, she decided to take the initiative herself. Your jumbled thoughts faded immediately once you felt her hand press against your crotch, your eyes drawn to the scene with awe as you watched this naughty little thing feel you up for the first time. 

“You’re big…” she observed. “And it’s all because of me~”

Truth be told, you weren’t sure why you were holding back by this point.

Was it some lingering sense of morality, or not wanting another board game session to escalate? You really didn’t know.

Regardless, whatever was keeping you restrained soon lost its grip on you while you watched this curious creature attempt to unsuccessfully remove your clothing herself. It was an adorable attempt, but above all, her intentions were heard loudly and clearly.

You took in a deep breath—and then lent her a helping hand, unraveling the prize she seeked.

Robin’s reaction was spectacular to witness. All that smug energy froze immediately once your cock sprung into view and she realized what exactly she was dealing with. Feeling its size while it was chained was one thing, but being able to actually see it completely unleashed?

“Uhm…” Robin murmured, perhaps realizing she was biting off a tad more than she could chew.

“This is what you wanted, right, Robin?” you deliberately adopted a teasing tone, thrilled that you were able to turn the tables so easily.

To think—all it took was one simple gaze at the real thing! You wondered whether those textbooks she had used undersold just how big a dick could get, especially from the perspective of somebody as small as her.

“It’s not too late to back away.”

That comment spurred her out of her trance, an anxious gulp preceding the return of her grin. This particular smile lacked much of the confidence that coated it beforehand, but Robin was seemingly eager to continue despite understanding she may have bitten off more than she could chew.

“A true tactician will always adapt to the unexpected,” she whispered, backing up her words immediately by leaning forward and planting a curious lick upon your glans. The sensation of her tiny tongue ambushing you so suddenly was surreal; you genuinely thought she’d actually back away, and yet, here she was…

Truer words had never been spoken though.

You watched Robin experiment with her mouth, the little tactician learning that her opponent could not strike back against her attacks. A singular lick transitioned into many, and then came the kisses, and those were spectacular. She already understood that so long as she preserved her own stamina while whittling down its health, victory would be hers.

However, you could already tell it was going to be an uphill battle. Robin was opting for stronger assaults, preferring to trail her tongue up and down your shaft at a speed that suggested she was getting a little carried away. The book had perhaps advised her what strategies to utilize in this particular scenario, but she was also underestimating how tiring such a task could be for the inexperienced. She was once again getting a little in over her head, but you didn’t have it in your heart to tell her that when it felt so good.

Robin added her hand into the mix, remembering she could use it to stimulate the areas not currently being bombarded by her greedy tongue. Her reservations about the size already felt like a thing of the past, especially when her next assault of kisses danced upwards until she reached your tip, her drooling suggested she had prolonged taking it within her mouth long enough. 

Although your cock was perhaps a little too large for her tender mouth, she already knew that making the impossible, well, possible, was an important part of being a tactician. The tip slipped in, the heat of her breath tickling your most sensitive area so overwhelming that you almost came there and then.

But you weren’t going to give in that quickly. This was the kind of girl who not only needed to earn her victory, but wanted to earn her victory. Finishing now would be akin to surrendering right as she put her pieces into play. A win, certainly, but a hollow one.

Robin wasn’t able to take in much beyond the glans, but she didn’t need to—not when she was slobbering all over it so energetically. The ridiculous level of lust on display made you ponder whether this research of hers was single-handedly to blame; had it awakened something within her or amplified what was already there? As curious as you were, you were patient enough to ask later; you had to watch a cute girl suck your cock first.

It took some time for her to realize she was supposed to actually bob her head back and forth, but when she did, the pleasure magnified greatly. Her technique was severely lacking and she blatantly couldn’t translate whatever she had read into actions, but her raw determination more than made up for it. 

“You’re not half-bad…” you figured she deserved some praise, but the last thing you wanted was to fuel a cocky attitude. A good teacher inspired confidence, not arrogance! 

It totally wasn’t because you found her sudden smugness to be terrifying—and terrifyingly attractive. Seriously, when did this bundle of innocence become so naughty? It was doing some scary things to your heart.

Regardless, you were thankful for it. Why wouldn’t you be? The most adorable thing was between your legs sucking you off.

Morgan would kill you if she found out, but it wasn’t like you were dating her anyway. The situation with her was very much a friends-with-benefits scenario. Besides, her interference was potentially the reason this was all happening anyway!

Robin broke you out of your jumbled thoughts but unexpectedly took your cock deeper into her mouth, her spontaneous decision almost backfiring, but she was able to hold in her gag as she found her new limit. For a fleeting moment, your tip had intersected with the back of her throat, and the resulting compactness invoked one heck of a shiver. Robin obviously noticed what her decision had done to your body, and though her range of expressions was limited, the slight narrowing of her eyes communicated pride in her actions. 

By this point, Robin was able to preserve some resemblance of a rhythm. It wasn’t perfect by any means, but the rush of euphoria was consistent and you could feel it all building up to your climax. Even so, she kept you on her toes, occasionally taking in more than the norm or using her hand to play with your balls. 

The most breathtaking part, amusingly enough, had little to do with the blowjob itself.

Robin was touching herself while giving head. These individual aspects alone were amazing, of course, but together… 

It told you just how into this she was, and you loved that. Be that as it may, it was evident she was prioritizing your pleasure over hers, but that was something you could rectify later. 

After all, when this girl finally departed from this room, she was going to do so with a limp.

Robin continued to be a bundle of surprises as she once again took in a little more than she was supposed to, miraculously managing to avoid a messy ejection. Feeling your cock nudge against the back of her throat like that was breathtaking—so it was probably a good thing she backed away when she did!

Nevertheless, these occasional bold moments alongside her overall consistency were getting closer and closer to bringing you over the edge. You weren’t far from that moment now, and though it was tempting to just let it all out and see how she responded, she had done so well that she deserved a warning.

“Robin,” you called to her, your voice tainted by what she had done to you, but you didn’t care. “I’m about to cum. Where do you—”

In the end, you were the one who needed a warning. Robin didn’t even wait for you to finish. She communicated her answer swiftly, taking in as much as could yet again. This time, she deliberately held her ground for as long as possible, wanting you to feel the unbelievable heat and tightness of her throat. 

Her gambit paid off immediately. Unable to withstand the pressure, you came, your seed spilling into her throat. Robin, unacquainted with how warm semen could be—not to mention how much there would be—soon lost control and had to pull away, your sticky seed spilling out onto her tongue before she backed away completely, coughing adorably as you let out the rest on her beautiful face.

Robin was blatantly irritated that she hadn’t been able to keep your dick inside her mouth, but being able to taste your semen and feel it on her face was thrilling, more than making up for the sloppy finish. Besides, a messy victory wasn't necessarily a bad thing with this kind of battle.

“So much…” her voice was weak—a cock pounding against her throat would do that. “I didn’t know there would be… so much…”

Her comment wasn’t far from a critique. Why else would she gather some of the seed on her face and seductively lick it up.

Wow.

Who taught her how to do that?!

“But I like it…” she whispered. “I like it a lot…”

You shivered, still surprised this devilish little creature could say such things. 

After what she had done for you, it only felt fair to offer something equal in return. Your head was still a complete mess, but enjoying a nice meal could patch you right up.

“Would you like me to return the favor, Robin?”

“Mhmm,” she mumbled. “Yes, please…”

Robin took the initiative and headed over to the bed, for as tempting as it was to get up to further mischief right there and then, she desired something comforting to soothe her back before she experienced heaven. She laid upon her back and spread her legs, but when you followed her and prepared to dig right in, she stuck out her hand and shook her head.

“Not that,” she said. “A tongue isn’t going to reach very far inside me, you know…”

…so much for enjoying a meal, it seemed.

“You’re terrifying,” your answer was swift and to the point, but it wasn’t a refusal of her request. Rather than stick your head between her legs, you climbed up on the bed and positioned your rejuvenated member against her folds, the intersection alone invoking a shiver.

“Morgan was right…” Robin really liked bringing up that knowledge she wasn’t supposed to have. “You really are a pervert…”

You still planned on having words with that troublemaker later, but considering what her interference had caused, perhaps just pounding her into the bed would suffice as a punishment. 

Maybe Robin could watch and learn just how rough you could be; after all, this one was far more petite than her predecessor, and because of that, you were going to take it somewhat easy with her. 

Goodness.

This really was turning into a secret sex club, wasn’t it?

You liked teaching tactics—you really did! You genuinely hadn’t intended for any of this to get so out of hand.

Probably.

Regardless, you weren’t fussed about how things had gone. Exercising the body right after exercising the mind? That sounded pretty good, actually! 

“This is going to hurt you at first,” you reminded her. “Are you sure you want this?”

Robin, surprisingly, showcased a little bashfulness. The reality of the situation was sinking in, and while she was undoubtedly still keen to continue, the realization that she was about to lose her virginity had amplified her blush and caused her to look away sheepishly. 

Nonetheless, her answer was the expected one.

“...Yeah…”

Cute.

Honestly, you were shocked you weren’t more hesitant about going all the way yourself! Although her attitude suggested otherwise, she looked innocent and pure, especially now that she had decided to be shy!

Regardless, the anxious breathing you heard had nothing to do with terror. It was all anticipation and adrenaline. There was also the matter of this girl being absurdly drenched. 

Both her body and mind craved this beyond belief—and it would be awfully rude to pull away now.

You wanted to learn how tight she was too…

Satisfied Robin was ready, you gripped your member and put pressure against her pussy. It was unsurprisingly resistant, resisting your attempts to breach it, but a little extra force did the trick. The tip of your tip slid inside, the minimal intersection alone causing her breathing to deepen.

“I’m okay,” she noticed your pause. “Just… keep going, please…”

You could not argue against that—not after hearing the need in her voice.

Robin reacted genuinely well as you—little by little—slid further inside her. She did wince a few times, but whatever pain she was experiencing was tolerable. You did feel bad that she had to experience any at all, but you remained steadfast—it wouldn’t last for much longer.

The warmth of her insides eclipsed the heat of her mouth, as did her tightness, but you were mentally ready for that. Mostly, at least. It was an overwhelming experience, but you tried to maintain your pace, keeping track of her expression to make certain you weren’t going too far.

What you saw was the cutest thing. Robin’s bashfulness had amplified drastically. She was no longer a smug little creature trying to wrap you around her finger. She was actually taking your cock and learning just how surreal of an experience it was to have sex. You had no doubt the intimacy was exceeding her expectations.

Eventually, you reached her depths, filling her up completely. She wasn’t quite able to take you in your entirety, but that was okay. 

One day, she would.

There was no way this was going to be a one-and-done deal, after all.

“I can feel it…” Robin mumbled, her voice squeaky and restless, but doubtlessly happy. “It’s so big, inside me…”

She wasn’t wrong about that. There was some physical evidence too; the slightest bump could be seen around her belly, outlining how much you had stretched her out. You almost didn’t notice it, but upon doing so, you couldn’t avert your eyes. 

Honestly, you weren’t sure how you were going to pull out. Her pussy had grasped your cock with relentless strength, refusing to let you go. Even the slightest movement would be tricky. Luckily, your strength was strong enough to pierce through these defenses, and you soon demonstrated that by beginning to pull away. 

“D-Don’t pull out…” Robin had grown accustomed to how you felt within her, pleading with you to reconsider. “It feels really nice inside—”

Fortunately, she misunderstood what you were doing. She learned this very suddenly as you pushed right back in, forsaking a little caution in exchange for speed so it would hit harder. You weren’t done with her yet!

Robin, in response, let out the cutest moan—and she was completely aware of it. She hastily used an arm to cover her eyes in shame, not wanting to see how you’d react. 

But reactions came in many forms, and yours came in the form of a simple desire.

“How can I hear that moan again?”

The answer to that was very simple.

Robin? She was weak to a good thrust, and that was a weakness you were thrilled to exploit. After how cheeky she had been, it was a rush to let loose and start properly fucking her. You didn’t get too carried away, still conscious of the sheer size difference, but she was able to take your cock at a moderate pace.

Why else would she be a moaning mess? The noises you were hearing were utterly adorable, a sheer contrast to the filth that invoked them in the first place.

It wasn’t just your ears being treated, of course. Robin’s insides felt phenomenal. The heat was growing stronger with every passing second—and so too was the slipperiness. Her pussy wanted you to fuck her good. Why else was it making it easier for you to thrust? 

“Ahhhh… ahhhh…” 

Robin was trying to say something. Alas, her body refused to cooperate. It had completely betrayed her, surrendering itself to your might. How could it not when it was feeling so good? Although she was hiding her eyes, she had seemingly not realized how much she was drooling, and you loved that you were making this girl feel this way for the very first time. 

You opted to ramp up the pace—moderately, of course. Everybody had their limits, though it was proving difficult to find Robin’s. This girl was shockingly good at taking dick. As you grasped her hips and your restraints began to fade, her little yelps grew all the more adorable. 

“Robin,” you spoke quietly to her, not wanting to startle. “I’m close…”

There was no cutting you off this time—not when she was this much of a mess.

Truthfully, you weren’t certain she could even hear you. She was completely consumed by the moment, and that became all the more apparent when you felt her tighten up dramatically without warning, halting your rhythm.

Robin’s body squirmed, her climax having struck without warning. With it, you heard the most beautiful moan yet, the sound communicating how pleasured and overwhelmed she was.

You weren’t far behind her, the sudden squeeze against your cock bringing you over the edge. One last defiant thrust later, and you were spilling your seed directly into her womb, giving this girl her very first creampie.

The first of many.

Your climax amplified hers, your little tactician having lost control of her body as she spasmed uncontrollably, the rush of euphoria simply too much. Though you longed for your pleasure to last for an eternity, you were glad hers didn’t; you were a little worried she was about to pass out!

Fortunately, as the rush finally started to fade, her breathing began to stabilize. Somewhat.

She was still quite the mess, but she looked very content with how things had played out. You gradually pulled out, marvelling at how much already began to spill out of her, though it wasn’t too surprising considering how much her walls had milked you.

“Wow…” Robin finally revealed her eyes—and they emitted nothing but joy. “That was… amazing…”

“Better than you thought it would be, right?”

“Y-Yes! By a lot!”

Secret sex club it was. There was no rejecting that claim now.

Robin pulled herself together enough to observe the evidence of the lovemaking. “You came a lot too, ehehe…”

Some of that smugness was returning, it seemed. It was justified though; she really had felt that amazing. 

“Hey…” Robin purred, her expression radiating desire—because apparently that hadn’t been quenched yet! “Can we do it… again?”

She really wanted to do it again.

“I’d like to… refine my strategy,” she added. “One battle simulation isn’t enough!”

Well, she wasn’t wrong there.

Even so…

You had a suspicion this girl was going to drain you dry at this rate.

Perhaps that was simply part of her strategy too.

Regardless, there was one problem.

“I’m scheduled to teach Morgan in half an hour,” you pointed out. “This is going to have to be quick.”

Robin’s grin grew to a dangerous degree. “And if it isn’t?”

“If it isn’t…?” you mumbled. “Well, she’d probably kill me.”

Morgan wasn’t exactly possessive by any means, but the attachment was there—and learning you were screwing around with a younger variant of her father’s opposite-gendered self—wow that was still a mouthful—would complicate things quite considerably.

But hey, it was fine. Even battles had time limits to consider.

Screwing this girl silly within half an hour?

That was a challenge you were happy to accept! It didn’t sound too bad anyway. You could do it!

Probably.

Hopefully.