(Fire Emblem Fates/No Spoilers)
Corrin sat quietly on the edge of his bed as he awaited for the requested person to arrive and knock on his door.
He had requested her presence a while ago, but he was willing to offer patience for her sake and withhold any complaints. He knew how long it could take someone, especially a woman with her proportions, to reach his bedroom at times. A number of other reasons would explain away the lateness, but none of them would have been able to apply here tonight. Corrin checked the pocket watch he kept so dutifully close to him. The one that Corrin wished to see was going to be his betrothed, the woman he would soon marry officially before the royal courts themselves.
Their rendezvous in his personal chambers was relegated to briefness. Corrin wanted the chance to see her before he would be forced to return to his regal duties, where he would continue his supervision over writing out the peace treaties between the formerly-warring kingdoms of Hoshido and Nohr. Even though that was far more important, he still wanted to waste a few moments with his wife-to-be. He had his own needs to attend to as any other human would have. He was not going to ever claim he was someone above such things, just because he possessed royal status.
A few moments later and Corrin watched the door open, which prompted him to straighten his posture out of habit.
Rinkah was a former 'savage' of the Fire Tribe, an oni woman who had come to join the Hoshido side to help protect her people from the invading Nohr armies. Over the course of the war, Corrin had fallen in love with her raw power and endearing personality, which ultimately resulted in him asked for her hand in marriage. Rinkah had many reasons to accept, one of them being her own growing affection for the young prince, so she agreed to his proposal. When the peacetime began, the oni moved in with her lover at his castle home. Surrounded by opulence of the likes she'd never known before, Rinkah was initially overwhelmed. This was world that was leagues above anything she could have imagined, the world of the wealthy and powerful. She never quite took to having to wear all of those fancy dresses or attending conferences, but the delicious food was something she welcomed with open arms.
In fact, over the past several months, her eating habits had done a heavy number on her body. What was once firm and lean on her body had gradually turned fleshy and bulbous. Abs dissolved as her stomach lurched further and further out in front of her, the skin around her abdomen becoming stretched and tender as a result. Even the bulging muscles that once coated her arms and legs, granting her the strength to lift up the maces she wielded so high, were now gone. They had all sank and drowned underneath the sea of blubber cascading over her. Dimples, creases, rolls and folds were in abundance; every time Corrin saw her, there seemed to be another few on her somewhere. Although her clothes were currently tailored to fit her width, the struggle between Rinkah's body and her clothes was still undeniable every day. Her shirt had gotten caught underneath her breasts, leaving her whole big belly hanging out. Hard to believe that one woman could let herself go so badly when she had a pedigree like hers, but somehow, and maybe with a little encouragement on the side from Corrin, Rinkah had done it.
"W-What is it that you need, my love? You...You called for me?" She was panting from the exhaustion brought on by her walk from the banquet hall to the bedroom. That last flight of stairs before Corrin's room had nearly done her in, as a matter of fact.
"That's right." Corrin said. He stepped into the center of his bedroom and stood there.
"Oh! Oh...I see..." Rinkah started to blush when she realized that they were alone together. "You should have said something, then. No need to keep it all so mysterious."
Corrin outstretched his arms toward his oni wife. Rinkah did not know how to respond at first. She never did; in spite of the time they'd spent together, she was still quite nervous during moments of intimacy. She moved in closer, but she didn't want to look the young king in the eye anymore. Her puffy cheeks were glowing the brightest shade of red that Corrin had ever seen them. Soon, she was standing close enough for him to touch. Rinkah had never turned down Corrin's requests to do this sort of thing. She really did love him, that wasn't a lie by any means, but...she did think he had some weird tastes. Even for a prince.
"A-Alright, you can do this...but be quick about it...and be gentler than last time too..."
"I'll try." Corrin said.
Corrin positioned his left hand onto the curve of Rinkah's chubby left cheek with all of the gentleness of a feather. The young woman winced at first, but she quickly calmed and allowed herself to continue to be touched. She had a high body temperature because of her heritage, and while it wasn't very useful for burning calories, Corrin could definitely feel his lover's warmth emanating through his glove. He kept his hand where it was for several seconds without change. The only sound to be heard inside that bedroom was Rinkah's heavy breathing.
Corrin applied a minuscule amount of pressure to the cheek with all five of his fingers. The tips of his fingers dipped into the supple skin, making the flesh bend in response. There was so much more of Rinkah thanks to her weight gain, something Corrin noticed best during private sessions like these. Her cherubic face was his favorite part of her. It was like resting his hand onto a warm ball of dough. So rubbery, so malleable, so...incredibly squishy. Never had he touched anything softer. Well, Rinkah's belly or her other assets may have been stronger contenders for that claim, but Corrin had always preferred her face. He found the sensation of touching her tender cheeks to be therapeutic, in a way. It was relaxing.
Corrin tested his luck by going a little further in his actions. He brushed his index finger against her cheek, making a small crease against her chubby jowl as he swiped it back and forth. Back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. Corrin knew that Rinkah had her limits when it came to this, so he rarely ever went very far outside of the typical 'petting' and 'touching', but there were times, like right now, where he really wanted to see how much the oni would allow him to do. Corrin continued moving his index finger, his smile steadily growing until his teeth showed. His hand remained so securely on her face, it could have been welded there. Rinkah fidgeted again. However, she followed this by tilting her head so that it was pressing into Corrin's palm. An action performed to show her willing submission to him. She didn't enjoy it as much as Corrin, but it didn't mean that she was unable to enjoy it at all.
He started to shift his thumb upward and slightly to the right, away from her jowl and toward the indent, the ever-deepening skin fold, between her cheek and the corner of her mouth. The more weight that she gained and the more her new-found laziness consumed her, the bigger she became in all ways. He felt that softness within and he could have sworn it was smoother than the rest of her plump visage. He kept his thumb pressed into the 'smile line'. Rinkah's cheek was so large that his entire palm couldn't cover it all. So much blubber all over it, clenched so tightly there. He noticed that Rinkah's right cheek was looking particularly lonely right now, but he didn't want to move forward with touching both at the same time until he knew that the oni felt blithe.
"Are you alright?" Corrin asked her.
Rinkah exhaled, as if she had been holding her breath the entire time that Corrin had been touching her. "I'm fine...!"
"Okay. Please let me know if I do anything that might make you otherwise uncomfortable."
"You did nothing wrong." Rinkah said, and she finally looked over and stared directly into Corrin's eyes. It was a surprisingly passionate moment. They held each other's gazes for a long time. Even after blinking they still did not look away.
After having touched her face for this long, Corrin began to let his mind wander. It wandered toward ideas and concepts that could potentially be considered 'hazardous' to his health. He had been wanting to try something in particular for a while, but he'd continuously avoided it up until now so that he would not undermine his respect for Rinkah's wishes. He had watched it closely for so long. It was within his reach, yet at the same time, it had always felt so distant from him. He didn't want to try for Rinkah's other cheek tonight, otherwise it would mean giving up this potential chance for a whole new experience altogether. He kept the fingers of his left hand on her jowl while his left thumb was buried into her face's skin-fold. Corrin took a deep breath before going for it.
He brought up his other hand and made a careful reach for the woman's chin rolls, all two and a half of them. There was a thick bulge of fat that connected Rinkah's lower-most chin and her neck together. Corrin had wanted to touch it for such a long time.
That was when the oni woman grabbed him by his wrist. Corrin winced. Despite so much of her original musculature replaced with flab, there was still a lot of strength to be found in those hands of hers. Her large belly was pushing, quite hard, against Corrin's waist.
"I'd prefer that you didn't do that, my love." Rinkah may have let herself get rather fat in her days as a prince's fiancee, but she was still not entirely at the level where she felt comfortable being reminded of her obesity by having every little bump and roll touched. Her face was okay to touch, because they had been doing this long before she'd ever put on weight, but her numerous chins...she wanted intimacy around them kept to a minimum, if possible. She was still trying to convince herself that she could lose all of the weight she'd gained. Unfortunately, nothing had been made out of those convictions yet.
"...Sorry..." Corrin said.
Corrin did not get to experience skinship with Rinkah again for some time after that little incident. In fact, it did not happen for a very, very long time.