Hidden Support

"But Chrom you can't just shirk your royal du--"

The twintailed tactician found herself yanked into a tight embrace. Chrom's muscled pecs pressed against her soft chest, his chin on her forehead. Without thinking about it, not that she considered doing anything else, Robin wrapped her arms around the Prince's back and hugged him. The pair stayed like that for several long moments, rocking gently against each other. Chrom was the first to detach, giving Robin a sheepish smile as he did; she smiled and blushed back, both of them unused to such affection from each other.

"We don't have to do anything else, Robin. It's okay if you want to stop and thi--"

It was Robin's turn to cut off Chrom, and she did it with a kiss. His surprise was only momentary, and he returned it with the same passion as he had previously. Instead of waiting, the new-lovers slipped their tongues into each other's mouths simultaneously, moaning in sync as they explored each other in such an intimate way. Robin's heart beat like a drum in her chest, pounding against her ribcage as her deepest desire was finally fulfilled; she finally had the commander all to herself, and she wasn't about to let him go! She was ready to go all the way with the handsome warrior, right here and now. She couldn't help but open an eye as she made up her mind on the matter and peer down towards Chrom's crotch, confirming to herself that what she'd seen earlier was real, a shiver cascading down her spine.

She pulled back with a deep exhale.

"I want you Chrom. I want all of you. I want to be your... woman."

Chrom didn't seem to fully catch her meaning until he saw her eyes dart towards his lap.

"Wait, you mean...?"

"Yes! With the ongoing war and all of the battles, I don't want to risk not sharing myself with you. What if something were to happen to us and we never get a, er, a chance to?"

"I understand Robin." Chrom looked into her eyes seriously, his feelings on the matter the same, "We can do this as long as it's what you want!"

"It is. I've just never-- I mean I'm still a... virgin."

"Don't worry, I am too. We can learn though. Together."

Smiling at her, Chrom snaked his arms around her back and under her legs and lifted her up, drawing a yelp from the young woman's lips. He set her on his lap, placing her pert rear on one of his strong thighs, and began kissing her once more. While the pair made out, Robin took the time to rub her hands up and down the royal's strong chest, pushing her fingers against the hard, muscled wall. Chrom did something similar, and began slowly undressing his valued partner. Dexterously, he untied the front of her robe without looking, and slid it down her body, the white-haired girl shimmying out of it and letting crumple in a pile on Chrom's legs. He fiddled with the belts on her pants, but struggled to do the same disrobing motion in their sitting, entangled position.

"Here let me Chrom," she slid off his lap and stood in front of the bed, "it's only right for both of us to be naked."

With a gulp, she untucked her shirt, Chrom watching her in awe. Slowly, she peeled the white garment from her torso, revealing her smooth, flat stomach first. As it crested her chest, the bottom of the cups of her black bra came into view, raising slightly with the bunch of her shirt. Lifting it completely off, sliding it past her head and throwing it to the floor, her barely-constrained chest came into view; Chrom couldn't help but gasp at the sight. She must have used some kind of magic to conceal that chest from him! Even though her breasts were still partially covered, the upper slopes of those amazing mounds created more succulent cleavage than the young commander had ever seen in his life! Chrom could have used them for a pair of ear-warmers they were so big!

Blushing at the open-mouthed ogling her new lover was currently partaking in, Robin naturally folded her arms over her chest, trying to cover up her endowment; as much as it bothered her to admit, she wasn't used being viewed in such a way, showing off her more feminine charms to anyone an entirely new experience. Gathering her courage, she uncrossed her arms and reached behind her back, undoing the numerous clasps needed to keep her breasts suppressed. Sighing with satisfaction, she let the bra fall to her feet, the feeling of freeing her girls one she relished. There was a long silence as she presented herself to the Prince.

"I know they're too big and unseemly," Robin apologized, turning her head away from Chrom's piercing gaze, "I, I understand if you don't like them. I can put my shirt back on if you'd like!"

"They're perfect," Chrom managed to let out, almost stunned by his reverence for the tactician's body, "you're perfect. By the gods, I can't believe how beautiful you are!"

"T-thank you Chrom," she stuttered, trying to resist the urge to shield herself, "did you want me to continue?"

"I do - if you're comfortable with doing so, of course!"

Robin nodded, and reached down for her pants. Deftly, she undid both large buckles, quickly unsnapping them and letting them, and the purple skirt that matched her robes, fall to the ground. Taking a deep breath, she bent over, her enormous tits swaying, nearly touching her feet, and began to take off her boots. Hopping up and down, she awkwardly kicked them to the side, her socks going with them, until she was standing barefoot in nothing but her white, baggy pants. She took another look at Chrom, who eyed her approvingly. Closing her eyes, she grabbed the waistband of her bottoms and began to shimmy out of them, making the split decision to grab her underwear at the same time. In only a moment, she was as naked as the day she was born, in front of the man who had rescued her from an otherwise-unknown fate.

Chrom could scarcely believe his eyes.

She was the epitome of beauty. Her body, from head to toe, was the same ivory, smooth tone, and it looked like there wasn't a hair on her below her head. Her twintails rested gently on the slopes of her breasts, not quite reaching the small pink nipples that capped them. Those enticing, fatty mounds of flesh looked like they were the same size as his head each, and they rested high on her chest, unbefitting their obvious heft. Robin's stomach was completely flat and slightly toned, and her wide hips presented a perfect pathway to her pubic mound; and in between her hips, sitting on that very mound, was an absolutely tiny slit. Chrom could just barely make out the miniscule lips that surrounded it, the entire thing so obviously untouched and virginal. Robin was, as much as he'd repeated already today, perfect.

"Um, er, what do you think?" Robin asked shyly, turning back and forth, letting the commander see the sides of her bubbly behind, "Its... Well.. You've been quiet for a couple of minutes now. Do you, um...?"

Chrom let his actions speak for him. Rushing to his feet, he took a large step towards Robin and embraced her once again, planting his mouth on her's. She squeaked, but melted into his arms all the same, letting her naked bodies rub against his. Due to the height difference, her huge tits rubbed into his abs, and he was only able to cup his hands around her lower back, not quite able to reach her large behind without leaning over. Robin grabbed at his face instead, groaning into his lips, the feeling of his hard form against her much softer one clearly arousing her. Passion filled every inch of the room, emanating off the pair, as they enjoyed each other once more.

"So... what should we do next Chrom?" Robin whispered, interrupting the lip-locking, pulling back, "What do we do next?"

Chrom looked at the ceiling and thought for a moment, color flaring in his features.

"Well, uh..." he smiled, running a hand through his hair as he tried to recall Vaike's drunken ramblings, "I've heard stories - apparently some women use their mouth, to, erm..."

He hesitated, embarrassed.

"Their mouth?" Robin repeated, studying his face until she remembered where she'd heard of that, her eyes going wide. Constantly reading in her downtime, when she wasn't helping the Prince lead his armies or forming strategies for him, that is, the tactician had come across numerous texts related to nearly everything in the world. One, she started recollecting, was an anthology regarding common courtship and romantic practices amongst the citizens of the halidom. It even, to her immense embarrassment at the time, cataloged the so-called 'bedtime' rituals that were common amongst the populace. Among them were descriptions of oral sex performed by wives on their husbands. She could do something similar with Chrom!

"Well.. we don't have to if you don't want to, I know it's kinda... weird."

"No! We can do it. It's what people do when they're... together. Like we are. We're together now, right Chrom?"

"Okay Robin," he smiled at her, "Then... I think you get on your knees."

She studied his hopeful features for a moment before gulping and nodding. Placing her hands on his chest, she crouched towards the floor, letting her fingers glide down his torso. Shuffling onto her knees, she slid almost a whole foot backward, a necessary movement for what she was about to do. One of the reasons she had been so... shocked at seeing Chrom naked, despite her feelings for him, was because of what rested between his legs. Robin had seen medical diagrams and even the odd drunken soldier passed out with his pants around his ankles, but nothing could have prepared her for what swung gently before her. Nothing she had seen or read about came even close to what Chrom had. After the incident where Chrom's overbearing retainer created posters of his nude visage, the image had been the cause of many sleepless nights of fantasizing. But even her wildest, lewdest dreams paled in comparison to what swung before her.

To put it plainly, Chrom's penis was enormous!

It hung between his thighs, which bulged with obvious definition, down to his knees! The glans actually rested a couple inches below the bony protrusions, fat as her fist, completely uncovered and exposed to the open air! The entire thing was thicker than her own bicep, and it had to be almost as long as her arm. Massive red and blue veins laced the giant organ, pulsing softly, denting the tanned flesh outward. It swayed under its own immense weight, lightly tapping against the inside of Chrom's calves, oscillating between them. The base was covered by a light smattering of pubic hair that matched the color of the hair on Chrom's head, and that part seemed even girthier, like it was the ancient trunk of a massive tree that had been growing for thousands of years. The Prince's package was so big, Robin wasn't sure where she would even start, and if what she'd read in the medical manuals was true, he wasn't erect yet! The thought of it getting somehow even larger sent her heart racing faster in her chest.

"Something the matter?" Chrom asked, after Robin hadn't moved for several long moments.

"It's just so, er, it's really big Chrom! I've never seen anything like it!"

"Go as slow as you need to, I won't rush you. Anything you do I'll enjoy."

Hands trembling, Robin reached out and unsteadily grabbed at the middle of Chrom's endowment; the warrior immediately moaned in response, the feeling of the strategist's soft hands on his member clearly one he relished. Grunting as she lifted it, having to use a bit of strength just to haul the beast upwards, she gave it one long, uncertain stroke, running her hands down to its root, and back towards the head, a creamy pearl forming at his cumslit. Chrom involuntarily thrust his hips forward, almost battering the head against Robin's nose, his body letting her know she was on the right path. Emboldened, Robin rubbed his shaft harder, tightening her grip on it, doing her best to bring it to life even when both hands put together were barely enough to completely encircle his gargantuan girth. In its raised state, the twintailed girl was afforded a look at his testicles, a part of his genitals she hadn't considered before.

The tremendous orbs matched Chrom's cock in size. Robin had read about certain maladies men could get down there that would cause them to engorge, but it was clear that this was just another part of the Prince's anomalous anatomy. Those beacons of virility were like a pair of coconuts in a lightly furred sack, and they jostled in time with the Prince's breaths against the inside of his thighs. Robin wasn't sure how Chrom managed to hide all of this in his pants, unknowingly finding herself just as mystified as he was when he saw what she'd been concealing under her usual outfit. Not sure if touching them was even part of the blowjob process, Robin refocused on stroking the massive member before her.

"Oh gods, Robin, you touching me it, it feels so-- it's amazing!"

"That makes me happy to hear," she breathed heavily, increasing the pace of her strokes, "I wouldn't want to disappoint you, especially now that I know you're just as magnificent between the legs."

"It's always been pretty large. Hope it's not too much for you!"

"No, Chrom. It's perfect."

She mimicked the word he'd used to describe her, meaning it more and more with each passing second. Chrom's cock fit him in a weird way, like royalty such as himself was supposed to have a scepter just as grand as the rest of him! The thought almost made her giggle, but she resisted the urge, not wanting her lover to think that she was mocking him. Bringing his tip up to her face, she timidly stuck out her tongue and gave the fleshy crown a quick lick across its middle, running it up his urethra, lapping up the bit of precum that had formed; the moans above her increased in intensity, further reinforcing the fact that she was on the right track. Retracting her tongue, Robin swallowed his salty offering, finding the taste of it surprisingly pleasant. Repeating the act, she continued to lick the Prince's mighty sword, starting at the crown again before sliding her face across its side as she wetted more and more of his shaft.

Chrom's grandiose length stretched out so far from his crotch that Robin had no place to put it but over her shoulder like the strap of a scabbard. Balancing it carefully, she could feel it hang down her back and brush against one of her albino-colored pigtails, resting heavily on her bare flesh. The farther she licked down his meaty member, the more it slunk down her spine, nearly touching her ass by the time she reached its base. She continued to wet his length until she reached its ankle-thick root. Holding the base in both hands, she nuzzled the side of his cock, feeling its warmth against her cheek. Coaxed by her pleasurable ministrations, the vascular member lurched, the tip leaking precum down her spine, pooling between her asscheeks. Now face to face with Chrom's sloshing, seed-stuffed sack, she made the split decision to include it in her oral worship; there was no reason this part of his package shouldn't be a part of the blowjob!

The youthful strategist found the more of his cock she touched, the more eager she was to keep touching it.

Repositioning herself, Robin dipped her head below the underside of Chrom's organ, letting it weigh heavily on her mind both literally and figuratively. Grabbing his corpulent cum containers in her small hands, each one overfilling her palms, the extra, loose skin of his sack draping over her wrists, she massaged them carefully, not wanting to hurt her lover. As she used her hands to coax his sperm tanks, she buried her head between the giant orbs, letting them engulf the sides of her face. Sticking out her tongue once more, she licked around the leathery bag, soaking it in her saliva, her visage wetting as a consequence of her eager ministrations; the young woman thought she could almost taste the load brewing inside of them from the outside. Robin's efforts seemed to bear fruit, Chrom's cock twitching against her skull, the head plunging closer to her ass.

"Your tongue feels wonderful Robin," he gasped, "don't stop!"

Robin was really getting into it now! Knowing that the blowjob was awakening Chrom's beast emboldened her, and she slobbered harder against the Prince's cum factories. There was something else empowering her, arousing her more than she already was, her nipples like little stones that rubbed into Chrom's legs, her hidden slit moistening; Chrom's genitals smelled amazing! She knew that he had just bathed, but his cock and balls still gave off a distinct, masculine scent, that invaded her olfactory senses like a delicious meal - and that's what it was to her! A musky, hot -- almost burning hot -- morsel for her to engulf and savor. Robin couldn't help but moan into Chrom's package, quickly losing herself to the young royal's mind-breaking endowment.

"You're making me feel so good, Robin! You're so good at this!" Chrom continued to praise as he watched her. His fists were clenched at his side, not wanting to accidentally break some unspoken etiquette he wasn't aware of, fighting his every urge to just grab her by her twintails and take control. It wasn't that Robin wasn't doing a good job, quite the contrary, it was that the Prince's lust was becoming harder and harder to contain. His titanic testicles were literally drenched in her spit, rivulets of saliva running down his legs, and his dick was slowly coming to life. He wasn't sure how much longer he could control himself, his entire body itching to use the white-haired girl the way he'd always wanted to. Then, Robin paused her sucking and looked up at him, her eyes heavily lidded, barely visible from around his immense shaft which split her features like the center of the Ylisse crest, her tongue hanging out of her mouth against her chin.

That was it, that was all it took. One look from his lover, the only woman for him, and the last bastions of his restraint broke. Reaching down, he placed a hand in Robin's hair, and began pulling her back along his cock. She seemed to get the message immediately, opening her mouth and sucking along the bottom of his member, moaning at his touch. Her audible display of pleasure motivated Chrom to do exactly what he wanted to, and he continued to drag her backward, forcing her to crawl on her knees, her fat ass bouncing against the bottoms of her feet, until he reached the end of his cock. Chrom let the colossal helmet slide against her features, smearing his pre-seed across her skin, until it rested against her lips, barely stopped from falling against his legs. Giving a small thrust, he pressed it against her mouth until she opened it and accepted his meaty offering.

"That's it, just like that Robin," he encouraged, pushing his glans between her lips, "your mouth feels so good around my cock. Keep going just like that."

Chrom's words were like honey to Robin's ears. His now-constant compliments made her feel all warm and tingly inside, and she couldn't help but rub her thighs together at his encouragement, trying to stimulate herself while pleasuring him. Gripping his cock in her too-small hands once again, she stroked him slowly, using the moisture from her previous oral worship and the saliva sliding down its length lubricate his length. His monster was leaking precum at a quickening rate at her touch, aiding to the fullness in her mouth. Trying to get used to such a huge invader in her maw, she bat her tongue against it the best she could, not much room left between her cheeks to do much of anything; those same cheeks bulged out obscenely around Chrom's mass, distending the sides of her face outward. And that was all just from his cockhead!