Delusions of Grandeur (Fire Emblem, Heather/Ashera, PG-13)

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Title: Delusions of Grandeur
Author/Artist:  burningmayo 
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Contains spoilers if you haven't made it to the Part IV Endgame of Radiant Dawn.
Prompt: June 3rd; Fire Emblem:  Radiant Dawn, Heather/Ashera:  charm and seduction - I never back away from a challenge, or a beautiful woman
Word Count: 1233

"Well, well, now there’s a real beauty," Heather said, her voice low.  "Wouldn’t you agree, Neph?"

"Beauty?  What’re ya talkin’ about?"

"Why, right there in front of us in the middle of the room of course."

Nephenee glared at Heather.  "The goddess?"

"Shh!  Keep your voice down.  I don’t want you wrecking the element of surprise."

"Surprise?  Aw, Heather, please tell me ya ain’t gonna do somethin’ stupid."

Heather grinned.  "Love can make you do stupid things.  Though I guess it’s more just general lust in this case."

"It’s always lust in your case."

"Now, that’s not fair.  There are so many pretty girls out there that it’s hard to stick with just one."

"Can ya at least stick to beorc and laguz?  I don’t think Ashera’s really gonna like bein’ hit on."

"Says you.  Ashera is the ultimate challenge.  I can’t pass this up, especially not after slogging through those dirty old senators, the dragons, and that bitter little twit of a prime minister."

"Heather!"  Nephenee pointed to their right.  "Sephiran is standin’ right over there."

"Hmm?"  Heather glanced.  "So he is.  Funny, I thought Commander Ike killed him."

"By the goddess."  Nephenee palmed her forehead.

"You know, you’re cute when you’re flustered like that, but seriously.  If I can win over Ashera, what’s to stop me from having any woman I want?  Maybe that hot redheaded mercenary, or that cute little Daein cleric, or maybe Queen Elincia herself!"

"I really wouldn’t count on that, and besides—"

Heather placed a finger to Nephenee’s lips.  "Quiet now.  I need to make my move before it’s too late.  Wish me luck."  She dropped into a sneaking posture and gave Nephenee’s butt a firm squeeze.

"Heather, I—Ah!"

"If I fail, consider that something to remember me by."

"Forgettin’ you would’ve been difficult without that."

"Good to know.  If we both survive, I’ll talk to you later."  Heather turned her full attention to Ashera.  And as for you, my we’re gonna have some fun.  She stayed low and weaved her way between her friends and allies.  No one appeared to pay her any attention as all eyes were on the nihilistic goddess of order in the middle of the room.  Out of the crowd, she dashed ahead and kept her distance until she passed Ashera.  She adjusted her gloves, and then circled around from behind.  Well, here I go.

With a final lunge, Heather reached out and wrapped her arms around the goddess, taking each of Ashera’s breasts in hand.  A collective shout echoed from the crowd.

Ashera stayed still.  "What are you doing, mortal?"

"From the way things are looking here, I’d say I’m groping you."

"Heather!" Ike shouted.  "What the hell are you doing?"

"I just answered that question, thank you."

Ashera turned her head just enough to see over her shoulder.  "What foolishness is this?  I could kill you without effort and you insist on mocking me."

Heather rested her chin on Ashera’s shoulder and grinned.  "Mock you?  The goddess?  Never.  Molest, maybe, but never mock."

Yune, still inhabiting Micaiah’s body, stepped forward and stood even with Ike.  "How dare you, meatbag.  Don’t molest my sister."

"Oh, don’t get so worked up."  Heather gave Ashera’s breasts a squeeze.  "We wouldn’t want another great flood, after all."

Yune huffed and stomped her foot.  "So it’s okay to mock me, then?"

"No, I’m not mocking you.  I’m telling the truth.  Another great flood would really ruin my day.  Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m not normally this forward, but since I don’t have a whole lot of time here I have to take the direct approach."

"Direct approach?" Ike asked.

"Watch and learn, Commander."  Heather slid her right hand down Ashera’s torso.  "Ooh, this is a nice dress.  Is this satin?"

Ashera glowered, slient.

"I’ll take that as a yes.  Gender check!"  Heather dropped her hand to trace down Ashera’s smooth torso, watching the goddess’s stony profile turn to shock as Heather’s palm found her crotch.  The rogue smiled as she felt the soft line between Ashera’s legs, the thin fabric not offering any resistance to her seeking fingers.

Yune looked on in horror.  "G-gender check?"

"Well, I had to make sure the goddess is actually a goddess, you know.  I don’t know how you divine ladies are built.  She could have been hiding a huge wyvern cock under there."  Heather pressed deeper, fingering her immortal prey. She stroked Ashera’s thigh with her knee and continued massaging her breast.  "Now, how does this feel?"

"This is…pleasurable, I admit.  Not that it will matter soon.  Do as you like, you will die."

Heather smirked.  "I always do as I like."  With a hop, she wrapped her legs around Ashera’s and pressed her body against the goddess’s back.  She stroked the head of dawn-colored hair and continued her delicate fingering.  "And I am going to love this."

She kissed Ashera’s lips, her tongue sliding against and through as the goddess opened her mouth.  Heather heard Yune scream, and then Ashera seemed to return the kiss with surprising energy.  Ooh.  I bet she gets off on annoying her sister.  She began to feel hot and rubbed herself against Ashera’s backside.  Goddess, yes!

A sudden burst of energy shot from Ashera, and Heather fell to the floor.  "Ow!  What the hell was—"  The rogue shook her head looked up.  Ike stood before Ashera with the goddess impaled on his sword.  Both he and his blade glowed with a brilliant blue light.  Ashera fell away from the sword, and then dissipated into nothing.

Heather pushed herself to her feet and grumbled, her arousal still present.  "Well, that’s an anticlimax."

The blue light flew from Ike’s sword and body and took the ghostly form of a young girl; Yune’s true appearance.  "Well, I thank you, Ike, but…"

"What we saw will never leave this room."  Ike spoke, blunt as usual.  "I don’t think anyone would believe Heather anyway."

"Hey, give me a little credit here."  Heather dusted her rump off.  "I mean did you see that?"

Yune glowered.  "Unfortunately, yes.  And I think I’ll go now, before things get any worse."

"I don’t blame you," Ike said.

Heather watched Yune as she floated up and away until she vanished, leaving for goddess-knows-where.  She pumped her fist.  "Yes!"

"What the hell are you celebrating, Heather?" Ike asked.  "You could have gotten us all killed."

Heather wagged a finger.  "Ah, but I didn’t.  Instead, I proved that I can seduce any woman.  Any woman at all.  Soldiers, clerics, royalty, it doesn’t matter.  Why, I bet I could even bed your si—"

"Don’t.  You.  Dare."

"Hmph.  All right.  Have it your way.  You are the conquering hero, after all.  Though I did most of the conquering in here."  Heather turned to the crowd and spotted Mist near the front.  Their eyes met for a brief moment before Ike’s sister turned away, her face flushed.  Nearby, Titania looked uncomfortable astride her horse and kept adjusting her seat on the saddle.  Ilyana…well, Ilyana looked hungry, so no change there.  No matter.  A nice seventeen-course meal would loosen her up nicely.  Well, for a few minutes, anyway.  But damn, Ike and Yune blocked me just when things were getting good.  Ah, well.  I can take easy pickings for now and go for the rest later.

Triumphant, she sauntered toward her target.  "Oh, Nephenee..."