Vaida's Harem

Story by WotanAnubis

WARNING: This fic has very little futanari content. However, I talked it over with Beatrix and s/he said it was OK anyway.

TITLE: Vaida's Harem

AUTHOR: WotanAnubis

FANDOM: Fire Emblem: Rekka no Ken

DISCLAIMER: I don't own these characters and am not making a profit.

RATING: NC-17

NOTE: This is probably a very stupid idea. I just don't have the attention span for multi-chapter fics. I'm not even really sure if I'm going with a series of unconnected PWPs here or try to thread a very loose plot through everything. Then again, I'm pretty sure the inevitable lack of reviews is going to get me down before that kind of thing is going to be an issue.

That said, I really like Vaida. And since I'm probably the only one who does, it is up to me to give her her dues (not to mention lots of pussy). So, at the very least, I'm going to damn well try and pair Vaida up with almost every woman in Fire Emblem (save for people like the too underage Nino, the very dead and possibly gender neutral Limstella or the far too minor Eleanora). Wish me luck.

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Religion.

Vaida had no real strong feelings about religion one way or the other, but it wasn't really for her. She'd been the victor of too many a battlefield to still be able to believe in gods and while she was willing to admit Elimine was perhaps the most magnificent example of humanity to ever walk under the sky, the woman had died centuries ago and Vaida very much doubted dead women answered prayers.

But she liked to see a certain kind of piety in others. Not, of course, the kind that led people to set fire to other people, but the kind that was optimistic. The kind that claimed there really was a just universe or some underlying goodness or that people really could be kind and gracious to one another. Beliefs like that struck Vaida as silly and unrealistic, but, in some way, they were probably the only beliefs worth having.

So it was with that in mind that Vaida walked through the morning mists towards the woods near the camps. Possibly what she was doing was a serious breach of privacy, but really, anyone marching with an army on the move shouldn't expect too much privacy in any case.

She stopped at the edge of a small clearing, making sure she stayed hidden between the trees. In the centre of the clearing, kneeling on the still wet grass, wearing what might have been a white nightshirt but might also have been something of a simple habit, was Isadora. She was praying. Vaida couldn't make out what the Lycian paladin was saying, but she didn't really need to. She felt reasonably confident that she knew the woman well enough to know what she was praying for. Besides, it wasn't really the words that mattered anyway.

Vaida leaned against a tree and watched Isadora perform her daily morning ritual. In a way, watching Isadora pray was quickly becoming her own daily morning ritual. She wasn't really sure why. Yes, Isadora's simple faith was beautiful in a way, especially for someone whose profession regularly involved killing people. But that wasn't really enough reason to follow the woman every day.

What probably was enough reason was that Isadora herself was equally beautiful. And that the peace and serenity she gained from prayer enhanced her beauty even more. Indeed, when she was kneeling in prayer she looked more like Isadora than when she was driving steel into her enemies. Very few people had such a quality. Or at least, very few people who hadn't become nuns. Vaida could appreciate that quality, though she didn't envy it. The world wasn't really fit for people like them.

The susurrus of Isadora's prayer stopped. Vaida took one step back and prepared to turn around and leave when Isadora raised her head.

"Please. Don't leave just yet."

Vaida froze. So, she'd been spotted. Well, of course. When all was said and done, Isadora was still a paladin and a paladin needed to be aware of her surroundings at all times. Even when in prayer, apparently.

The former Biran general stepped out into the clearing.

"When did you notice me?"

"Some time last week," said Isadora. She stood up, turned around and smiled. "Though I admit I did not know who you were until a few days ago."

"Well, I can't have been bothering you," said Vaida. "Otherwise I assume you would have said something by now."

"Not bothering me? You repeatedly spied on a private moment between myself and my Goddess and you assume it doesn't bother me?" Isadora said, still smiling faintly.

"Yes, actually," said Vaida. "Unless you're a weaker woman than I give you credit for."

"I am weaker than you think," said Isadora. "Though not in faith."

Vaida put her head to one side. "Oh?"

"I do not seek seclusion for privacy, it is true. Blessed Saint Elimine can hear me wherever I am. Rather, it is a remnant of the time my lord Harken courted me."

Vaida smirked slightly. She rather liked the way this

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