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"Where is my robe?"
Chrom looked around his chambers with a perplexed frown while he sought his navy blue coat to complete his exalted apparel. He was so focused on his search that he missed the mischievous manakete that leaned against the balcony.
"Missing something?"
Tiki's sultry coo made the Exalt blink and turn to the source of the voice. Sure enough, he saw the Voice against the wall, framed by the early glow of the morning and wearing a very distinctive blue robe held against her by her usual pink, bowed sash. "That's my robe," he told her blankly.
"It is, yes - I quite like it, you know. It feels so soft," she preened and raised her arms and hugged herself. The squeal that escaped her lips was less seductive and far more cute than she probably aimed for, but it left for the amusing and endearing sight of the wise and mature and highly revered Voice nuzzling his regalia. He shook his head and sighed as she raised the sleeve to her cheek and nuzzled it.
"Tiki, I need my robe for the address," he explained.
Chrom's lack of reaction made her pout before she let her arms go slack and allowed some of the robe to slip down her shoulders. Her noticeably bare shoulders. Something that finally registered to Chrom as she slowly turned around and swiped her ponytail at him over the prominent brand of Naga. "Is that so…well, I suppose you'll want it back, don't you?" she cryptically asked him
Or challenged him.
"I need it back, yes," the Exalt repeated his earlier statement with a slight bit more authority and grandeur. Something that coaxed a little shiver and a grin from the green-haired daughter of Naga as her fingers toyed with her sash. Deft fingers flicked it apart and let the sash fall to her feet while his robe slid apart and exposed her to the morning light.
"Well…perhaps you'll want to be taking it back from me, won't you?" She looked over her shoulder and fluttered her eyes while she nudged the exalted robe down her bare back. His eyes were locked as more of her fair, supple skin was exposed, both between her shoulders and down to her elbows, while the sigil of the Brand was crumpled and obscured by the folded cloth. The fluffed-up fringes of the cloth had her shiver as gooseflesh of giddish delight was left over her flawless form. The peek of her bare bosom taunted him as her pointed ears twitched and collected every subdued growl and shift that came from the source of her amusement.
"Well - I'm waiting?" Tiki smiled as his robe rested against her wrists and exposed the crack of her shapely ass…
"Oh! Oh! Oooh!"
Chrom's gloves dug into Tiki's hips while he pounded her without a single hint of restraint, while she held onto the balcony for dear life. His robe remained trapped between their bodies and around her ass while her toes curled and raked against the stone floor beneath her. Her knuckles were white as she gripped the balcony for support and made a valiant effort to match hips with the lord of the castle.
The sun brazenly illuminated their illicit deed, high over the grounds of the castle and the congregations that milled about below. Neither guard nor gallantry were at all aware of the debauchery that took place just over their heads as they cheerfully prepared for the day's events. Those who wondered when the visitors would arrive need not have bothered, however.
After all, the guest of honor was getting an early birthday gift courtesy of her lover and host.
"O-Ooh, I didn't think yo-ooo-u'd be so forceful~" the Voice cooed at him while she rubbed her rump back against the Exalt's crotch. Chrom responded as he reached around and firmly grabbed her breast as she shivered and arched back. "A-Aaah!"
"And I didn't expect you to be here so early, Tiki," Chrom growled while he squeezed and palmed her chest as her velvet vice gripped his girth. He pulled back as far as his hips allowed until only the top of his cock remained inside her before he pushed as deep and swiftly as he could and had his royal jewels smacked against her thighs. The thunderous clap against her cheeks left her face flushed and sweaty with delight as she welcomed his relentless onslaught again and again.
"H-How could I help myself, kno-oooooh-wing what awai-heeee-eeeeeh-ted me," she defended herself between mewls and squeals.
"Say'ri won't be happy you went ahead of her, Tiki," the Exalt groaned, both from the sex and her actions. The Voice merely stuck her tongue out childishly as she clapped and rolled her hips back against his groin.
"W-Well, maybe she'll be placated with an…invitation, mayhaps?"
"Gods, but you're shameless," the Exalt chuckled at her earnest and lascivious proposal.
"And you're slowing down, Lord Chrom," Tiki fired back at him with a barb and a quick buck that almost sent him recoiling. He let go of her hip and instead grabbed the railing beside her hand before the pair eagerly resumed their engagements. Bliss and euphoria had her long tongue coiled out before she was coaxed over her shoulder and engaged with the Exalt in a fierce flurry of passionate kisses. He overwhelmed her and gave the lucky Manakete a healthy helping of his spit while his loins were coaxed to offer another gift for her as well.
It's what the birthday girl deserved, after all.
Chrom's body rose to the Voice's challenge even as he fought off her flailing tongue. Her distraction earned him time as he reached down and between her legs before he quickly hoisted her up. The weight shift had her break away with a gasp as her now-airborne feet kicked and planted against the railing while the Exalt braced himself back. His fists gripped the inside of her thighs while her pussy was brazenly and shamelessly exposed to the open air. "A-AAHA!"
Her elated squeals echoed from the private balcony as she grabbed the back of his head and rolled her hips along his groin. The sounds of sex rattled in her ears while her eyes rolled back in utter bliss. Her feet fumbled and slid along the railing while her body recoiled and arched into the sun.
"Haaaa-oumph~"
Chrom's lips captured hers again as he leaned over her shoulder and resumed his attack against her mouth. Their tongues danced and twirled while their hips rolled and undulated together again and again. His robes rubbed against her back and his chest while the rest dragged against the ground and swayed between his open legs. He pulled her up along his dick to shorten the gap between their mouths as his superior strength effortlessly held her upright atop him.
Tiki's long tongue slipped around him and entered his mouth in a swift and decisive victory, even as he remained in dominion over their decadent dance. With her legs propped up, his hands were free to roam and tease her body as he wished, a feat that he took full advantage of as he toyed with her hips until he reached up and cupped her heaving bosom. The sudden squeeze on her supple mounds had her moan and distracted her long enough for him to fend off her tongue and resume the duel of spit and drool.
The cloak shifted on her lower arms and dragged down until it rubbed against his throbbing, quim-coated cock. The ornate fabric was smeared and stained in their sexual union and went unheeded by the manakete or the man in the throes of passion. A shift on her body had one of her feet dislodged from the balcony and down towards the floor again. Her toes dangled and curled just off the stone as she spasmed and twitched in sheer, utter bliss.
Chrom's tongue dove into Tiki's mouth as she submitted to the might of Ylisse. His hands groped and squeezed her tits while her tight pussy stretched and squeezed around his throbbing, eager shaft. The pair were both on the cusp of climax, though neither one was willing to falter before the other. So utterly and lustfully enraptured were they that they were ignorant of the world around them, illuminated so brazenly by the sun overhead. And deaf to the sounds of the double doors as they creaked open behind them.
"Chrom? Queen Say'ri has just arrived, but she claims that Lady Tiki is miss…ah…"
Queen Maribelle sighed and shook her head in exasperation at the sight of her husband and the Voice in brazen coitus right there on the balcony. Her ire was only worsened when she saw the exalted mantle in a state that put their bedsheets following a night of passion to shame. "Oh, for Naga's sake…this couldn't wait until after the Summit banquet?!" She gripped her parasoul with a scowl as the pair fucked vigorously without restraint.