Siegfried glowed purple as another crescent of energy struck through the Outrealm hordes. With the High Prince's attention focused to the left, a pair of crafty Fiends attempted to strike, only to be struck down by his bow-wielding riding companion. Lyn winced as her sudden actions caused a spasm through her body, but paid little heed as she turned to follow up on Xander's attack. Even if it wasn't her usual fare, there was little doubt that her archery was just as keen as her blade work.
The two nobles continued their battle; covering each other's weak spots and doing their best to ignore the obvious shackle they'd been caught with. Sword and bow in accord even if they weren't exactly fighting at their most optimum strength. But you can't really expect even the most disciplined of fighters to be at their best when one was currently penetrating the other's ass.
To their credit, the monsters weren't exactly part of the plan; neither Xander's and certainly not the Saccaen's. Her plan had simply been to mount the Nohrian Prince's steed under the pretense of demonstrating horseback archery in the Kingswood (whilst conspicuously lacking her usual shorts or underwear) and teasing him until… well THAT part had gone off without a hitch. A few minutes of grinding followed by a questionably long period with her rearing up gave the prince enough time to draw his virile blade and suitably sheathe it within her back scabbard.
Though they'd been intimate a few times now, this was indeed the first time she'd offered herself in such a manner. It was an understandably rough experience, and one that made her quite thankful she'd had the foresight to prepare her rump before they'd set off. Sure the pain had been expected, and yet even with all her training and years spent conditioning her body for battle it was still quite prominent. But hearing his grunts as her defined ass bounced along his penis made it all worth it for her.
The next twenty minutes or so had been a pained yet blissful romp as he plundered her with little restraint. Feeling the steady gallop of their horse along with her paladin's roaming gauntlets over her dress, Lyn couldn't help but mewl as she leaned back into his armored chest. He made no effort to disrobe her, and in kind she made no attempt to ruin their fun with something so time-consuming. So they rode on; clothes in order with the bare exception of their nethers as they relished the cool evening in the woods.
Occasionally she'd make an offhanded shot to a tree or a wooden wall just to show off. Every successive hit rewarded her with Xander's lips rearing over her shoulder to meet hers as his hands cupped her clothed breasts. Their clash of tongues would persist until one of them had the fortitude to break away; claiming a victory over the other and leaving them all too eager for the next time. It was during one of their sordid makeout sessions that she noticed his eyes widen in alarm before abruptly breaking off and drawing his sword.
So here they were now; no longer focused on each other's bodies but instead fighting to survive the budding night in the Kingswood. On their own this would be child's play, together it would be a warmup at best. and yet the carnal circumstances they'd evoked made for a suitable difficulty as they fought their own fighting discipline to keep from distracting each other from the imminent danger.
"A-ah! Watch it!" She snapped as she glanced back at him accusingly after a particularly fast gallop. A sidelong glance from the Crown Prince was her response. The green-tressed warrior held her tongue as she focused on culling their Fiendish foes. All the while she was fighting a battle between her instincts to fire on everything in sight and the fact that every twitch squeezed down on Xander's cock. It was a far more harrowing battle than the one for their very lives made even more difficult by the lithe and unworldly acrobatics of his horse.
The horse galloped on, tuned into its master's intent after many skirmishes and sorties. While the interloper was an unwelcome distraction, it could at the least take equine solace in the fact that it was once more in familiar territory; the fields of battle that they ruled with such totality. So master and steed fought as they usually did, little realizing what kind of pleasurable hell they were subjugating the Saccean noblewoman to. It was during a particularly rough landing that caused both its riders to fiercely jostle where her peak was exceeded.
"X-x-xaaaaaanKYAH!"
"Lyn! Damnit!" the prince swore as he wrapped his free arm around the prone bow-woman, shielding her and keeping the dazed girl from falling off his horse. Neither were in the current mind to appreciate the fact that her generous tits were pressed into his bicep, and even his adjustment was purely to better cover her with his shield. Without her assistance, the paladin's mission became a little more arduous, and the sensations of her taut rear squeezing his loins made it all the more risky. But if their survival depended on him shielding his friend whilst she subconsciously milked his Nohrian pride, then so be it!
…How quickly bravado is lost when a woman's ass is strangling your dick. Perhaps it was for the best that their foes had been dwindled to a single captain and about fifty of its lackeys. Xander managed to fell twenty more of the foul monsters before he'd worked up enough momentum to leap into the air. It was a devastating blow that he'd done many a time before; he knew that both he and his trusty steed could survive with no worse for wear…
What he had NOT factored in was the fact that he was currently tending to an orgasm-stunned Lyndis. When gravity reminded him of that, his own climax was assured as he planted Siegfried into the ground before latching onto the woman's stomach. The copious ropes of spunk that he shot into her ass was worthy of a Crown Prince and rivaled even the first two times they'd copulated in the month prior.
The sensation of her ass being blasted knoced Lyn out of her sexual haze; bringing her back to the real world with a groan. "huh? Wher…oh.". One look around them confirmed that they were alone once more as the Outrealm Fiends disintegrated around them. The irate huff of Xander's horse brought her attention to their disgruntled mount. Having grown up around such noble creatures, the plainswoman had the decency to feel guilty about what her scheme sowed. While it was hardly enough, at the very least her tender stroking of its neck seemed to placate the midnight-coated steed.
The Prince of Nohr recovered far quicker than she had, already pulling up Siegfried to return it to its scabbard. He reluctantly withdrew his shield-laden arm from her bosom, leaving her now-erect nipples to poke against the thin fabric of her dress. "Perhaps we should take shelter in case more fiends are lurking about." He suggested, his tone carrying concern, exhaustion… and a tinge of anticipation.
Lyn placed her bow in her lap as she reached up to fix her disheveled ponytail. Glancing down confirmed her suspicions that she'd drenched the saddle of her prince's steed in her juices. And while she couldn't possibly see it behind her, she could tell that Xander's dick was still firm and ready within her.
"…Nah, I'd prefer another ride through the forest." She looked back with an impish grin…
