Damien Kova
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Drunk Robin Prompt
🕑 Added 2018-01-20 18:00:00 +0000 UTC Summary: Drunk Robin molesting Fake Marth. Ass focus, and Fake Marth doesn't enjoy it but doesn't hate itIt had been a long day of practicing strategies and doing her best to come up with the best moves for her team to always be victorious on the battlefield, so when Robin had been told to take a night to herself and get a few drinks, the white-haired tactician didn’t bother arguing with the idea. Unfortunately, said idea had the woman keeping to herself in the nearby bar until she spotted a cute blue-haired man in a mask walking to her direction. She had recognized him almost right away, but beer goggles were a very powerful thing for her with how much alcohol she had downed since arriving in here. Robin took another drink of her latest beer, finishing it off, before she made her way to the man she knew as Marth.
“What’s someone like you doing here, Marth? I never would’ve taken you for the type to waste his nights like this.” As the woman approached the masked man, she paid no mind to personal space and almost immediately wrapped her arms around his side. “A nice, strapping mine like yourself might just need a little company at night. And I wouldn’t blame any woman who wanted to take you home.” A soft chuckle left the tactician’s lips as she stepped around the now blushing man, taking note of the plump rear end that he had hidden behind his cape. “Wait!~”
“Oh no…” Right away, Lucina had known what the woman had noticed, having actually come to get her from the bar to make sure that her mother hadn’t made a mistake that she would regret. “Don’t say it, Robin. I’d rather you not-” A soft eep left the fake Marth’s throat as she felt her own mother’s hands grabbing and playing with her rear end, gasping as she felt those slender fingers tightly squeeze at her soft cheeks. The masked girl wanted to shout at the woman, wanted to turn around and drag her out of the bar, but knew she’d end up making a scene just to get Robin to leave and she didn’t want that. Another moment passed by and she could feel the tactician squeezing harder and starting to knead her back and forth, forcing an unwanted moan from her throat. She simply stepped away from the woman, letting out a soft sigh of relief before turning around to ask her mother to leave, falling silent when she couldn’t see the woman’s white hair. “Huh?”
“It’s so big and soft, Marth!~ You must’ve gotten your feature from your mother.~” Robin spoke up from behind the fake Marth, smiling and gently patting her rear end a bit, watching it jiggle to her touch. She didn’t realize that she was talking about herself as she bit her lower lip. “Gods, I bet even a few men would enjoy taking you home with them.~” A soft giggle left her drunken lips as she squatted back down and spread the masked person’s cheeks, smirking as she did so. “I don’t want to question what a man like you would be doing with an ass this plump and round, but I’m certainly not going to complain about the sight.~” A soft gasp left the drunkard’s lips as she stood up, a thought coming to mind. “Your mother must be around my age, Marth. Maybe you could take me to see her and we could have a night of fun like no other.~”
“I don’t…. I don’t think you’d enjoy that much, Robin… My mother is… Well…” Lucina was doing her best to come up with an excuse on the spot since she hadn’t revealed who she really was yet to the team. She took a few steps away from the white-haired woman and smiled, placing her hands on her rear end to avoid letting Robin get another chance to play with her rear end. “My mother isn’t the type of person that enjoys meeting others. She’s very dedicated to her work, hardly the type to relax as often as she should, and… well, isn’t herself lately. So, better to not try and meet her.” Luckily, it seemed the tactician had accepted that answer and stood up straight, a soft smile coming to her soft lips. “Why don’t we head back to the castle? Let you get some rest for tomorrow?”
“Wait… What tomorrow, Marth? Some big event?” The woman shrugged and did as told, using the fake Marth as support as she walked.
“You’ll see, Robin. Don’t worry.”
