(Biweekly Poll Winner) From a Spar to a Spa (Mia/Kiran from Fire Emblem)

Your excuse for coming to the training grounds so frequently was that you wanted to check up on all the heroes and see how their skills were developing. Therefore, you would be able to gauge their strengths and weaknesses, allowing you to place them in capable teams in future missions.

...well, that was the excuse you gave, and while it was certainly a reason for you coming here, it wasn’t the primary contributor.

No one had really picked up on it (as far as you were aware), but you were a bit of a gawker, specifically around all the girls who always worked up a sweat.

Presently, only a handful of people were training, but the two you were watching were Eirika and Mia. The former was graceful with her movement, while the latter was more fierce, and it was that trait that won her the battle. Eirika had the advantage in speed, but lacked the strength to disarm her opponent. Mia being strong overall in many attributes meant it didn't take long for a victor to be declared. The princess had wanted to learn from the mercenary’s swordplay, and while she was disappointed at her defeat, she was also thankful for all it had taught her.

You watched the battle eagerly, finding your eyes drifting to Mia the most. The swordswoman was perhaps one of the most common faces in the training grounds, so you were used to seeing her antics. Seeing her never got old.

She was used to seeing you too, and always liked seeing you around.

"Good morning, boss!" Mia approached you with a grin on her face. "Here for a spar? I've already worked up a sweat, but that doesn't mean I can't give it my all."

"Of course, Mia," you responded to her happily.

Once, her attempts at getting you to spar with her were madly frustrating. Mia was tenacious, and something had convinced her that you were her archrival. Therefore, she had made it her mission to train you so you'd be able to fight on her level.

You resisted at first, naturally. You didn't know how to use a sword, let alone any weapon, but her stubbornness had prompted her to do a little research on you. Thanks to that, she found your weakness, and you simply couldn't say no after that.

The first few spars were especially painful, but she was a good teacher. Your progress was slow, but she was patient… and you admittedly quite liked being close to her whenever she showed you a new stance or how to refine an existing one.

In the end, you warmed up to these training drills. Knowing how to use a weapon would doubtlessly aid you in the future as well, so that served as additional motivation. While the sessions were physically demanding, it did feel satisfying after they concluded… but only partly because of the exercise.

Mia was especially daring to go. Eirika had warmed her up wonderfully, and she looked eager to fight a true opponent.

It was concerning, considering Eirika was stronger than you.

But you did your best. Mia was as fierce as she could be in a training session, and against all odds, you managed to survive for over a minute. It wasn't a testament to your own strength, but rather a familiarity with how Mia fought.

"You're getting better, boss!" Mia praised you… after knocking you down onto your back. It wasn't a pleasant fall, but feeling her soft but sweaty hand pull you back up made you feel better. She was a tough girl, but a friendly one. "You almost got me there!"

"...I really didn't, but okay," you knew she was trying to lift your spirits, but her smile alone was doing that. She didn't need any fancy words. Besides, knowing what was coming next was more than enough to make you feel better.

Mia wasn't satisfied with a single spar, naturally.

Nor was she satisfied with a second, or a third, or a fourth…

This woman wasn't going to stop until you were as sweaty as her.

On the plus side, it made her even sweatier. Her entire body was burning bright, and it was almost like you could taste the sweetness of her fluids right now.

"...ah… that's enough!" Mia panted, lending you her hand once more. She was out of breath, but that mostly thanks to exhausting her stamina. "That was fun!"

It honestly was, even if your bones were aching terribly.

"Now then," Mia giggled, her tone of voice ever so shifted. It was a variation you were pretty sure only you got to hear. "Shall we head off?"

"...yes, please."

Your time with Mia didn't end with just sparring. She had guaranteed herself consistent opportunities to spar with you simply thanks to this additional promised perk.

Mia held onto your hand while she dragged you to her room. The first time she did this, she displayed some uncharacteristic nerves, but now, they were replaced by a thrilling excitement. Her promise involved her in doing new things, but she had grown to love it, perhaps as much as sparring. Maybe!

When you finally arrived and she shut the door, she hastily pushed you onto her bed.

Satisfied your attention was on nothing but her, she smirked, dismantling her armor and lifting up her top, revealing the breasts you adored so much.

"I have a question," she spoke, though it was hard to concentrate on her for obvious reasons. Mia's breasts were nothing short of perfection. They were ripe, but not too large; her nipples were pointy and very erect, and they were dripping with sweat from her earlier exercise. "You would be able to fight me better if you weren't staring at these all the time, right?"

"Can you blame me?" you were paying attention enough to answer, but your eyes were not on hers. "You don't even wear a bra, Mia!"

"Well, my body can breathe better without one," she defended herself, though you weren't exactly complaining about it. "Now then…"

Neither one of you came here for a chat, after all, and you started to salivate upon feeling her climb onto your lap, her breasts aligning perfectly with your face.

This was why you started sparring with Mia. Somehow, somehow, she had discovered that you had a thing for sweaty bodies, and she had used this knowledge to her advantage wonderfully.

When your lips landed on her puffy nipple, you relaxed, happy to experience your daily dose of heaven. Although this girl was more than happy to put you through some pain, it was all worth it knowing this was what you had to look forward to at the end of it. Her nipple tasted sweet and salty, a taste you were more than acquainted with at this point. You were rewarded even further with the first of many moans, and even though you had memorized how they sounded by this point, they were always a delight to hear.

As tasty as her nipple was, you were eager to sample more of her body. Trailing your tongue across her bud one last time, you diverted it horizontally, sampling some of the sweet nectar radiating from her body. Your face found itself buried within her cleavage-- the source of so much wonderful and tasty fluids. The sensations caused Mia to giggle, but she appreciated you changing gears; both you and she had learned how sensitive her nipples were, and if you spent too much time sucking on them, she’d experience a pleasure so grand, it would make her pass out.

That may or may not have happened a few times, and while it was satisfying to bring her to such a surreal level of tranquility, you didn’t want to say goodbye to her adorable squeals just yet.

Your neck was her next target. This spot commonly sent shivers through Mia’s body, and today was no exception to that rule. It helped the swordswoman relax, allowing you to treat the sore muscles around her collarbone and shoulders with a barrage of kisses while their tensity decremented. Of course, your priorities always slipped back towards her neck, for the surreal sounds she made were that addicting.

“Ah… I love this…” Mia confessed. Though this was originally just a way to get you to spar with her, Mia had grown to love this after-activity, perhaps even more so than you. Someone feasting upon her body like this wasn’t exactly a traditional method of relaxation, but she loved it. Your cold tongue, sliding across her soft but bruised skin… and your gentle smooches caressing her sorest spots. She too always experienced her own taste of heaven.

But there was always something bothering her during these moments. She was having a good time, that much was clear, but it was clear she desired more than the current status quo. The only issue is that you couldn't figure out what exactly she wanted.

There were times she was close to saying something, but something always held her back. Perhaps whatever it was, it was embarrassing for her… which was admittedly quite unusual for Mia, but everyone had things that brought them shame.

Mia was making those same facial expressions again, unable to voice her needs.

"Mia," you caught her attention, temporarily backing away from her body. "How are you feeling?"

"Good-- fantastic, actually," she answered hastily.

"Is there anything you'd like me to do?" you were a little vague with her, interested in hearing how she'd answer that.

Mia bit her lip, looking away briefly. It was a split-second reaction, however, for a smile forced its way onto her face. "Don't worry about me. This is your reward, not mine."

She was playing that game, huh?

“C’mon-- I know you want something!”

You weren’t going down without a fight. Your insistence was having an effect on her, as she looked like she was about to say something again, but paused before she could.

“It’s… not fair for me to ask more of you, boss,” she spoke a little timidly, grinding her teeth across her lips. “I spar with you, and you enjoy my body. It would be selfish of me to ask for more.”

Since when was Mia so cute?! This bashful side of hers was outright adorable… and showed you how much your unusual friendship with her had progressed. You were once mere sparring partners, but now you were friends. You didn’t know if it would progress past that quite yet, but knowing she was comfortable enough around you to share some of her inner worries was reassuring.

And because she had told you what was troubling her, you could work towards putting those worries to rest. “You can be selfish, Mia. I want you to be satisfied too. But if you really think you’re unfair, then think of it as compensation for going easy on me so often! How does that sound?”

Mia fiddled with her mouth again, but managed to maintain eye contact. You suspected you had won her over, but now she had the most challenging task of all-- confessing what she wanted.

“Alright,” she mustered a smile. It was forced, but if it was giving her that additional push to speak, then you were all for it. “...can you… bite my neck?”

Her request was admittedly quite unexpected, but it was adorable how that of all things was making her nervous. You couldn’t exactly blame her though-- though it would be a pleasurable activity, the marks would be visible to anyone, and would take a few days to fade away. Questions would be asked, and perhaps Mia was not ready to answer them.

“Of course,” you answered her, not leaving her hanging for any longer. “But may I ask you a question as well?”

Mia’s eyes lit up when you accepted, but the troubled expression still persisted. Thankfully, hesitation was no longer holding her back. “Sure. What’s up?”

“Why did you hesitate to ask me?”

“Ah… well… if someone were to see the bruises, it would be pretty embarrassing,” she confessed, confirming your suspicions.

Fortunately, you had considered something she hadn’t. “You get roughed up a lot, Mia. Wouldn’t it be easy to excuse it as a simple bruise?”

Mia was flabbergasted by your suggestion, but that look of bewilderment didn’t last for long. It soon morphed into a heartwarming giggle. “I feel silly for not thinking of that.”

“Then let’s make up for lost time, shall we?”

During the entire conversation, you had been staring at her neck. You knew it was tasty-- you had kissed it plenty of times, but you had never thought about biting into it. Of course, you were more than happy to oblige-- knowing she wanted this made you want it too.

Mia wasn’t given much time to react before you ambushed her, immobilizing her with a simple kiss on her throat. With her now at your mercy, you bit-- harshly.

It was ironic. You had never inflicted a wound on Mia before during training, yet here you were biting fiercely into her neck, enough to leave proof of damage. Mia's hums sounded both pleasurable and tainted, but the grasp she had around your body tightening stopped you from backing away. The bruise made it clear teeth had inflicted the wound, but those patterns would fade quickly.

"Fuck… do that agaiiiiin…”

You complied immediately, targeting the other side of her neck. Though you were a little scared of biting too hard, Mia didn’t resist your explorative roughness at all, squeezing and sucking on her neck with your teeth.

The only indicator that this wasn’t so pleasant for her was the jaggedness of her voice, but it was coated in so much pleasure that it was challenging to notice. Your suspicions grew once again. Perhaps Mia loved training for an additional reason…

...you weren’t intending to back off, curious to see if she had a limit before she had to push you away, but you forced yourself away when you tasted something unfortunately familiar.

You had bitten a little too hard, and Mia’s neck was bleeding. Not terribly, fortunately, but it was noticeable.

Mia didn’t sound displeased. In fact, she was laughing. “Now people will definitely believe that this is a bruise.”

“...ah… I suppose so…” you were a bit confused by her reaction. Mia was still full of surprises, it seemed, but it was adding more evidence to your theory at least.

“Did you like that?” Mia questioned.

“It was nice, yeah,” you answered her quickly, giving her the answer she wanted to hear, and it was a very truthful one too. “You sounded like you had a good time.”

Ah-- you misunderstood the question,” Mia butted in with a fast response. “How did I taste?”

...why was she criticising you for misunderstanding the question and then immediately asking one that could be easily interpreted incorrectly?

“Wonderful,” you played it safe.

Mia gifted you with a playful smirk before hopping off your lap, but it was just so she could turn around. More than familiar with what she wanted next, you spread your legs, letting her sit confidently between the gap.

She always did this when she desired the most relaxing of feelings. It felt appropriate after the two wild bites you had inflicted on her neck.

As always, Mia’s back was drenched in sweat, and you loved sliding your tongue across it. It was nowhere near as squishy as her front, but that feeling wasn’t lost in the position change; you groped her breasts with your hands, using them to satisfy her hands and securely hold onto her. While you barraged her back with kisses and licks, you pinched her nipples, listening to her voice grow ecstatic once again.

Her upper back was the most sensitive, thus you prioritized that area. While you were happy to soothe her muscles with your cold tongue, you made sure to do so carefully. Mia wouldn’t object to you going a little wild, but you knew by this point that she appreciated her back being treated tenderly the most. It was these muscles that were the tensest, and gentle kisses were the perfect medicine.

“...um… ah… if you…” Mia started, but she paused. You continued your massage, eagerly awaiting a response, but it never came.

You were debating whether or not to force an answer out of her. On one hand, you were curious, but on the other, it would be a little cruel to force her to admit something a second time.

Fortunately, Mia resolved your dilemma by gathering her confidence. “...if you… notice… then, don’t think badly of me, okay?”

Why did this swordswoman love being so vague? She was lucky you were so enamored with her back and that your curiosity hadn’t been tickled too much.

You continued to bless with back with a barrage of brushes. They brought you so much satisfaction, and you knew she loved them even more.

In fact, perhaps more so than usual, as her voice was higher pitched than normal. Was this what she was referring to? Why would you think badly of her for it? How bizarre...

“...d-don’t stop…” she begged, noticing you had slowed down whilst thinking. Whatever Mia was doing, you had a suspicion she wanted you to focus on your usual activities, but you couldn’t help but notice things that strayed from the norm. Why did her voice sound far more pleased than usual? Why was she fidgeting so much?

...ah.

You were overthinking it. There was only one logical reason as to why she was acting so abnormally. Mia was being very daring today.

...and it was hot. You responded by groping her breasts more fiercely, enjoying the quick gasp that emerged from her mouth. You returned to worshipping her back with even more determination than before, eager to keep her relaxed so she could enjoy her climb to the peak of pleasure without her aching muscles fighting against it.

As much as you loved doing this, it was tiring… but you persevered, knowing it would be unfair for you to stop now. Mia had to reach the top first, and you were excited to hear how she would react once she was there.

Surprisingly, it did not take much longer. Everything you had done to her had driven the girl wild; the insane vibration coming from one of her arms was the informant.

Turning her head to face you, you saw a level of pleasure dripping from the girl’s face. She was sweating madly, which wasn’t exactly a problem considering your profession, but it was a joy to watch. Mia looked like she was trying to tell you something, but for once, you didn’t mind that she couldn’t. You could hear everything without her saying a word.

Mia’s final moan was distorted beyond belief, barely resembling anything traditional. Regardless, you still heard the same joy radiating from it, now ascended to a new level.

The girl’s emotions were a mess when everything came to an end, but you had done a wonderful job at relaxing her despite her constant squirming. Mia collapsed onto you, and you relocated your hands to her stomach, holding her firmly.

“...ah… that was… incredible…” Mia looked and sounded dizzy… but very, very happy.

“That was very fun to watch, Mia,” you confessed.

She pouted briefly, but then smiled. “...would it be okay if I did that again, next time?”

“Of course.”

“Ah, that’s… good!” she sounded… relieved. Had doubt really held her back this much? You were glad to see that cloud disperse. “Maybe I could help you too, boss…”

“Oh?”

Mia giggled, hopping off the bed and finding her clothes.

“If you can beat me in a spar, that is!”

Suddenly, you felt very determined. It was time for you to take your training a little more seriously.