"You seem tense" the older silverette mused as she ran her fingers through the prince's hair. He refused to look at her, even when her mirthful gold pools morphed into concern. For his part Corrin just stayed silent; awaiting the moment where her honeyed words would give way to the righteous fury she must be feeling.

The Vallite had no one to blame but himself; time and time again he'd forgotten what time it was when he walked in on one of his female comrades in the baths back in Hoshido. And sadly it would seem Aytolis would be no different. He didn't expect the Tactician to be enjoying her soak when he walked in. Nor did he honestly expect her reaction.

"I-I thought you were going to attack me for walking in on you…" he mumbled out, sparing only a fleeting glance at the woman that he shared relations with. The sound of her relieved laughter took some of the weight off his overtaxed shoulders.

"Now why would I do that to my darling dragon?" she cooed as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and pressed him further into her bosom. Her smile widened into a flirty grin when she saw how red his cheeks became at her antics.

"Well, Chrom told me about that one time and-" he was prevented from speaking further by her finger pressing against his lips, with a calculated motion she swung his head around to face her.

"Please tell me I don't need to tell you the differences between this time and that…" Robin deadpanned as she looked down at her friend. When his harrowed gaze remained unchanged, the woman sighed at his naiveté. Although in his defense; it was what made her so fond of him in the first place. "Ugh, here's a hint."

With a grip on his cheeks, the tactician overtook his lips in a hot, sloppy kiss. It was quite a bit noisier than the ones they usually shared, thanks to the added privacy of their surroundings. Couple that with the fact the only other warriors with them were Camila and Chrom (of which she was sure the Nohrian princess was driving her dear friend up a wall), and it left them with some much needed alone time to take things further.

Corrin picked up the pace a lot faster than their previous attempts; a sure sign that he was learning. Still, while she couldn't exactly boast to having more experience with him in these matters (a fact that was probably for the best), her actual experiences and quick thinking left her on top over his more aggressive-yet tepid attempts.

As she playfully sniped and coiled his tongue, Robin's hands reached lower to massage his thighs. She'd yet to have gotten a good look at what he was packing, but from the times where their make outs had gotten a bit more heated she could say he wasn't lacking in that regard. As her tongue managed to invade his wet, hot mouth her finely trimmed nails traced circles against the inside of his leg; sending shivers up the young man's spine.

After what could've easily been hours, the two parted; much to the relief of their screaming lungs. "Does that clear things up?" she panted as the heat of their surroundings and actions left a layer of sweat on her cheeks. A quick glance down to his lap confirmed her suspicions and added a fine layer of red to her already rosy cheeks. "Apparently so…"

Corrin was perplexed at her change in demeanor before he looked down. Mortified at being so shameful in front of the woman he was crushing on, the prince attempted to hide his erection… only to have her hands reach beneath his grip and secure a hold on the virile dragonhood. Any attempts to protest or question her were silenced with another kiss as her fists started pumping.

Their relationship was still in its infancy; long make outs behind the tents with the occasional fondle and grope. Were the furthest they'd gotten thus far. Neither one really knew how best to proceed, so they had both agreed to take things slow for now. Perhaps the public bathhouse wasn't the best place to take things further…but hey; nothing ventured, nothing gained.

The prince moaned into her mouth as he practically melted under the woman's handiwork. Robin decoupled one of her hands to massage the tip as her other palm kept furtively trying to rub off his daunting length. While the water distorted her vision, her sense of touch didn't lie; each part of Corrin's cock made her equally parts amazed, aroused, and concerned.

It was going to hurt no matter where she tried to put it; her mouth, her pussy, or gods preserve: her ass. Nonetheless, she'd do her best to practice before they made any serious attempts at intimacy… if only for her own safety. But for now she'd just have to hope her hands didn't end up cramping out before she could secure his release.

Despite being drowned in the erotic pleasure of the woman's handjob, his own palms reached behind her to cup her sizeable rump. A surprised squeak escaped her lips and was swallowed down his throat before her own carnal mewls joined his. Without the luxury of sight, the Valite groped and kneaded her ass cheeks as her hand quickened its pace.

Her strokes had lost all sense of method or rhythm now; intent instead to wear him down before she lost all feeling in her fingers. When it became readily apparent that wasn't going to work, the crafty minx quickly changed her hands; trading out her massaging palm onto his shaft as her sore fist instead went all the way down to cup his balls. This wound up being the breaking point for the poor, sexually inexperienced dragon.

The first shot hit her square in her looming face and caused her to fall backwards with a yelp. Her grip was lost on his shaft, which instead bent straight ahead as it released even more of his copious loads. While it wasn't how she expected things to go, it was still a predictable outcome. What she had NOT expected was a cyclone of water to come spewing out of his mouth and impacting the stone wall across from them; utterly soaking it.

"That…that's a new one." The Tactician blinked as she looked at the aftermath of Corrin's explosive climax. His cum had managed to reach across the lengths of the hot spring and had landed on the bank. The haze of the bath had dispersed under the force of his water breath, and droplets were now falling from the roof. It was fortunate that they were facing the stone backing, otherwise the thin paper walls of Castle Sol would've been shredded and left them in quite a compromising position…well, moreso than now at least.

'Hmn, I wonder what else he can do…'