"To put it another way, it's OK to be selfish every now and again." Anna implored as she looked up at the man that had so graciously helped her. Quite simply, she had nothing but praise for the prince after he'd carried her stock back, or even helped her into her chair as he finished unloading the various wares she intended to sell. It certainly didn't hurt that he was quite a feast for the eyes…

"Perhaps you have a point... " Ryoma muttered before speaking clearly "Well, if it's no trouble...could you please acquire some yuzu pepper on my behalf?"

"You got it! Anything else?" she cheerfully asked, leaning in and brining her finger up to her chin. As much as she might not like the idea of being compared to her copious sisters, the redhead couldn't deny what was clearly a genetic trait shared across blood, time, and even space.

Ryoma pondered her inquiry before adding "Well, it would taste good with some chicken...". he mused, doing his best to avoid staring at her clearly defined cleavage. Sadly for the swordmaster, he was anything but a master of stealth. And while it wasn't quite the opening she'd been hoping for, she would take it nonetheless.

With his lingering gaze still on her, Anna kept up her trademark smile even as she leaned back in her chair. At the same time, the trickster spread her legs and presented her damp black shorts to the gawking Hoshidan. The Store was clearly marked as closed, and it was just the two of them back here…perfect.

"Are you suuure there's nothing else I can offer you, Prince Ryoma?"


The destruction of her dress was regrettable, but the force of the Hoshidan Prince's thrusts into her rose-covered muff was MORE than satisfying to compensate. In fact just the sensation of Ryoma's firm grip on her splayed, stocking-clad thighs was enough to make the merchant purr with delight. When his personal dagger struck a critical blow, she threw back her head and let her praise flow, somehow keeping her beret still firmly affixed to her increasingly frayed hair.

The prince ignored his own instinctual admonishment at such disgraceful treatment of his armor; he had been far too intent to strip himself of any obstructions between his loins and the randy tricksters tempting honeypot. Even the use of his coat as a spread for their erotic antics did not register as anything more than a logical course of action rather than defilement. So as Ryoma kept plowing her deeper into the makeshift bedding of their respective cape and coat, his mind was no longer on his siblings or even the arduous battle they still faced; his eyes were only on her.

A particularly strong thrust caused her to squeal, throwing her arms up to his wrists. In response, the spikey brunette relinquished his hold on her thighs and reared forward, entwining his fingers with hers as their lips met. It was kiss devoid of love, but bursting instead of with passion and lust; a mutual exchange. All the while he kept gyrating his hips to meet hers even as her legs fell to the wayside.

Anna's tongue wrestled with his, neither side keen to relent to the other. Her exposed fingers squeezed his as she struggled to match his pace. Eventually he wore her down, and the prince's tongue shot past and penetrated her mouth. Dimly, the redheaded merchant felt one of his hands pull out of hers, only to latch onto her swaying breasts and start tweaking her erect teat. So callous, so hard…so perfect…

The sweat of their bodies mixed together, decreasing the friction between them. Below, his churning caused a mixture of precum and quim juice to leak out of her slit, dripping down to stain his coat. For the absurd notion of breathing, Ryoma broke away from their kiss; leaving thing trails of saliva to join their lips. When at last she felt his impending climax, Anna had just enough strength to bring her boots around his back and force him deeper in.

Her world went white as his roars met hers…


"So yuzu pepper and some chicken; will you be wanting anything else?" Anna asked before going back to happily slurping on her virile treat. The trickster watched as her ministrations had an impact on the prince before finally hearing his response.

"T-that would be all. But once it all comes in, I'll cook you a true Hoshidan dinner…a private one, if you'd wish."

Anna's simple gurgle and lustful red eyes were answer enough.