After her divorce and her subsequent identity crisis, Camilla had worked her way through to what it was she truly desired in life. She realised now that a retired life with her family wasn't what she wanted, especially now she no longer had a husband and her daughters often weren't with her. Eventually she decided a diplomatic role would suit her, one that would enable her to travel and meet people, existing friends and new faces, to be able to help her country forge alliances by communication rather than by war, as she'd been raised to believe. She had talked this through with Xander and he agreed she would perform well in an ambassadorial role that would involve her travelling with diplomatic teams to visit existing and prospective allies.
While Nohr's relationship was good with both Hoshido and Valla, there were other countries in their own realm that Xander wished to improve relationships with to help ward against any future tensions. As well as those nearby, there was also the matter of their inter-realm relations with Ylisse. After Corrin's first visit there, almost a year ago now, she had made sure to bring her two eldest brothers on subsequent visits to ensure her neighbours built positive relations in the outrealm as well. While inter-realm trading had been decided against to ensure the doorway between them did not become common knowledge, they had recently signed a mutual defence treaty, as had Hoshido and Valla, binding them to come to the other's aid if it's ever asked for. With the treaties signed, Exalt Chrom had shared this development with the rulers of Ylisse's allies, Regna Ferox to the north, Plegia to the west as well as the Duchy of Rosanne across the sea on the continent of Valm, with the three wanting at least an introduction to these unknown allies.
To this end, an informal meeting between the six countries had been arranged. The rulers of Hoshido, Nohr and Valla were attending along with those who would be leading the relationships between them and Ylisse. For Nohr, Camilla had been appointed to fulfil the role of ambassador with Severa as her advisor due to her knowledge of Ylisse and its allies. For Hoshido, Caeldori, who's knowledge of their ally was unparalleled, would be leading their diplomatic efforts and taking her first key role in her country's political circles. For Valla, Rhajat had been mildly cajoled by her wife into leading their efforts due to her familiarity with the realm, though she would only be leading rather than taking part directly in negotiations.
Using Cordelia and Tharja's memories as a messenger service, though having to rely on normal messengers for the replies, Chrom arranged a date the next month for his allies to meet, as well as suggesting the outrealm countries arrive the day before so he can give them a briefing on those they would be meeting.
Come the scheduled date, the diplomatic contingents assembled in Fort Corrin, spending a little time catching up with each other and Lilith. From Hoshido there was Ryoma and his retainers along with Caeldori and her retainer, the Nohrian delegation of Xander and his retainers, Charlotte and Camilla with her daughters and her advisor, and the Vallan contingent, consisting of Corrin with her wife and daughter and Kaze. Corrin had tried to persuade Azura to come too but her cousin had sullenly refused. She was starting to worry about her as she didn't seem to be interested in anything these days, she hadn't heard her sing in months.
After a while, the group made their way to the doorway and on to Ylisstol where they were greeted at the castle gates by Exalt Chrom and Queen Sumia. With their mounts taken to the castle stables, the delegations were shown into the castle to rest and settle in with the briefing planned for the afternoon, after lunch. Having caught up with Chrom and chatted with Sumia and Cordelia, who she now considered close friends, Camilla left to check on her wyvern before lunch.
Having ensure her mount had plenty food and water and gave her a nice long scratch along her neck, she was about to leave when she heard a grumble from what could only be another wyvern. The stables in Ylisse on any of her visits so far had been exclusively pegasi so she was keen to see a wyvern from this realm. She found it near the other end of the stables, busy eating.
"Oh, you are beautiful," she cooed, prompting the wyvern, a female by the looks of her, to look up and growl before returning to her meal.
"Isn't she?" came a voice from behind her.
Camilla turned to the source and found herself mildly startled by the rose-haired beauty in front of her carrying a bucket of water. She took a second to take in the beautiful, almost ornate, armour and the adorable headpiece replicating a wyvern's wings. "Is she yours?" she asked, realising she needed to say something.
"She is. Could you open the door?"
"Oh, of course," she said instantly, moving to open the stable door, allowing the rider to enter and leave the water which the wyvern immediately moved to, dropping her meat.
"Is that better, Minerva-kins?" cooed the rider, closing the door before leaning on it to watch her drink.
With her waist-length hair falling to her side, Camilla was mildly distracted by the reveal that her beautiful armour was backless. "Minerva-kins?" she questioned.
"Well, her name is Minerva after the legendary Red Dragoon, a wyvern knight of old, but she's so cute I call her Minerva-kins."
"Like wyvern, like rider," observed Camilla, still looking at the exposed back and wondering when she started thinking backs could be sexy. This caused the rider to look round at her and hold her gaze before smiling at her.
"I'm Cherche," she said, holding out her hand.
"Camilla, a pleasure to meet you." As the two shook hands and exchanged what Camilla hoped were flirty smiles, she heard a growl and darted back as Minerva lunged over the stable door aiming to bite her. "Bad girl," she admonished, grabbing her by the snout and forcing her head down onto the door, seemingly startling the wyvern.
"My apologies, she's very possessive of me," explained Cherche, stroking Minerva's head to calm her down. "Shush, now."
"Not a problem, I assure you."
"You handled her expertly, I assume you're a wyvern rider?"
"Malig knight," corrected Camilla before remembering that class didn't exist here. "Yes, I am," she simplified.
"Malig knight?"
"It's a class from my homeland," explained Camilla. "We ride wyverns and wield axes and magic."
"Ah, you must be Lady Camilla from Nohr."
"I am, though there's no need for 'Lady'," she assured.
"Have you flown here today? I would love to see a wyvern from another realm."
"Of course, she's down here." As she turned to lead the way, Cherche drew level and Camilla couldn't help eyeing the beautiful armour and the body which it adorned. "I assume you must be an acquaintance of Lord Chrom?"
"I am. We fought together during the war, though I'm now here in a diplomatic capacity representing the Duchy of Rosanne at tomorrow's meeting."
"How wonderful, hopefully that means we'll be seeing more of each other in the future. I'll be Nohr's ambassador for future relations," she explained.
"I'm glad there's a kindred spirit amongst us."
"Here she is," said Camilla, leaning on the stable door.
"Is… is that normal?" asked Cherche seeing the deathly looking scale colour and the glowing eyes.
"For a malig knight. The class rides undead wyverns."
"Do you have to kill them first?" questioned Cherche, appalled at the thought.
"No, no," assure Camilla. "She was my mount when I was a child and when I promoted, I resurrected her. It must have been a shock for her," she chuckled. "I was still wearing Beruka's armour when she died. Oh, she's my retainer, petit in every way. Then she was resurrected and I'm this," she finished, gesturing to her body, very happy Cherche took some time to admire it. She really wanted to ask her out and couldn't see a ring, but she didn't feel she should just come out with it. "I would love to see in you combat," she asked. "The different styles used between realms is fascinating."
"Gladly, though perhaps you could treat me to dinner as compensation?" suggested Cherche, running her hand up Camilla's arm.
"Do you mean as a date?" she asked for clarification then felt the need to explain her sudden lack of confidence. "I'm sorry, I've recently divorced due to many reasons but one was because we liked the same things," she said, gesturing to Cherche's body, "and I've found I'm off-putting to women and…" she trailed off seeing Cherche smiling.
"I mean as a date," she clarified. "And don't worry, I know about the doubt that can plague you after a divorce. My husband and I split a few years ago."
"Amicable?"
"Almost. Do you know when you love someone and think that your love alone can help them improve but it can't?" Camilla nodded. "My husband is a good man but… it just didn't work. Gerome told us afterwards we separated in his timeline too but he hoped we might be able to work in this one."
"Enough talk of the past, I think," suggested Camilla, "perhaps we just look forward to tonight?"
"Very good. Shall we meet in the town square at seven o'clock?"
"Are you not staying in the castle?"
"I am, though I'd rather avoid servants gossiping, especially if we are representatives of different countries. That might cause feelings of favouritism."
"A fair point," chuckled Camilla. "Lunch is being served soon, I assume you'll joining us?"
"It would be rude to turn down your invitation. Let me see to Minerva-kins and I'll meet you inside. Bye sweetie," she said, leaning over the stable door and waving goodbye to the undead wyvern.
"See you shortly," said Camilla, hoping she might get a 'sweetie' too.
"We'll see how the date goes before your get one." With a last exchange of smiles, she turned back for Minerva.
Camilla gave her mount a little wave too before heading back into the castle, wondering whether they were going somewhere casual tonight or if she needed to dress up. Before she could have a look through the outfits she'd brought, there was lunch and then the briefing on who they would be meeting tomorrow, though she paid particular attention to the history of the Duchy of Rosanne. Afterwards, she and Cherche sparred for a little while, observing each other's techniques in ground and aerial combat and trying not to be overtly flirty when they were so visible.
Come the evening, Camilla had settled on a cute, pale red dress that was fairly conservative, showing only a little cleavage, with flats as she didn't want to be even taller than date, though Cherche was only a few inches shorter than her. As agreed, she left alone, having told no one but Severa she had a date, and made her way to the town square, getting out of the castle without too much attention. Arriving in the square she spotted her date across the way, wearing a gorgeous purple dress and kitten heels, her rose-coloured hair swaying gently in the breeze.
"You look so beautiful," complimented Camilla as she approached. "Sorry if I made you wait."
Cherche, her thoughts a little lost as she had watched her date approach, hips swaying and her chest bouncing a little with each step, pulled her eyes away from the cleavage before her. "Thank you, you look magnificent." She felt her hand reaching out to her and swiftly redirected it to stroke her arm instead of her chest. "And I haven't been here long. This way," she said cheerfully, hooking her arm around Camilla's and leading her to the restaurant.
"Is it a favourite?" asked Camilla, very conscious her arm was pressing against Cherche's beautiful, pert chest.
"I've been there a couple of times," explained Cherche, "but I'm usually only in Ylisstol on official business so Lord Chrom provides meals in the castle. It's nice to go out with someone." She pressed herself onto Camilla's arm a little more and saw her date smile.
"I assure you, it's my pleasure to accompany you," purred Camilla, now thinking Cherche wanted their first date to end in bed.
It took only a minute to reach the restaurant and the two ladies were seated by the window, overlooking the street and the comings and goings of the people. Looking over the menu, both women purposely ordered light meals in anticipation of an energetic evening to come. They were there for almost three hours talking about all aspects of their lives, their families, their countries, their love of wyverns, their ex-husbands and their acceptance of their bi-sexuality, Camilla having always known and Cherche finding out when a woman picked her up when she was trying to move on from her divorce. As they talked, the flirty smiles were accompanied by light touches and then some footsie, going as far as Cherche having her foot beneath Camilla's skirt, though not much further up then her knee.
"It's been a while since I've been on a real date," said Camilla as she left arm-in-arm with her date, "let alone such an enjoyable evening."
"I… I've booked a room at an inn," admitted Cherche, fearing she was being presumptuous.
"Have you?" questioned Camilla before realising Cherche wouldn't want to be seen to spend the night together with her in the castle. "I haven't seen the inside of an inn in this realm, care to show me?"
"To be clear," she began, "if you come back with me, I expect sex."
Camilla spun her round and planted a lingering kiss on her lips. "What a coincidence," she whispered when they parted.
Cherche pounced on her for another kiss, using a little tongue this time. "This way," she said, her excitement clear in her voice.
"I wanted you the moment I saw you," admitted Camilla as the two walked swiftly to the inn.
"I first saw you in profile leaning on Minerva-kins stable door," reminded Cherche. "I was instantly wet," she confessed. "I knew I had to have sex with you or I'd always regret it."
"Are you a breast, ass or leg girl?"
"I'm an everything girl."
"Same with me, how could I pick a feature of someone I like?"
"Where would you start on me?" asked Cherche.
"Your lips, caressing down your back to grab your gorgeous ass, lifting your dress…"
"We're here," said Cherche, relieved she was going to get release shortly. Controlling her breathing, she went to the reception to get her key and the two then made their way up the stairs, looking like perfectly respectable women until the door closed behind them.
The moment the key had turned, Camilla pulled Cherche into her, lips locked and tongues writhing as she kept her promise, her hands stroking down her partners back and grabbing her firm ass. In turn, Cherche grabbed the hem of Camilla's dress and pulled it up, breaking the kiss as she pulled it over her head, leaving her in an alluring set of black lingerie. As she set about swiftly removing that too, Camilla leapt for her lips again, craving the warmth and taste.
With her date now fully undressed, Cherche pushed her away a little, prompting her to step out of her panties, so she could admire the goddess she was about to fuck. "You are perfection," she said, her voice tight with excitement. As Camilla posed for her, showing off everything, she couldn't help but rub herself through her dress.
"What do you want first?" asked Camilla, currently standing with her back to her date and her legs spread, looking over her shoulder to see the reaction which was to pull her dress over her head, revealing matching purple lingerie.
"Everything." She strode forward, grabbing one butt cheek, reaching round to grab a breast and kissing the shoulder before her.
"Well, someone needs it," chuckled Camilla as her date made out with her shoulder. Grabbing the arm that was grasping her chest and reaching behind her to grab Cherche's thigh with her other hand, she leaned forward and lifted her horny date off the floor causing her to laugh. She took the few steps to the bed and rolled her off to more laughter as she bounced to a stop. Camilla took a few moments to admire the muscular body laid out in front of her before mounting her, lips meeting once more as she reached beneath her to unhook her bra.
Cherche, enveloped by the warmth of the massive body above her, the purple waterfall blocking off her vision of anything but Camilla's face as her hands wandered over every inch she could reach. As well as the solid muscle, the weight of her date's chest pressing down on her own was astonishing, being on the bottom wasn't the best for worshiping her chest but she slipped a hand between Camilla's and her own, grasping the best tits she'd ever seen, never mind felt. At a groan from Camilla, she slid her free hand down, over those wonderful abs and between her legs, finding her pussy was already dripping, a finger easily slipping in.
Camilla groaned as her body tensed, forcing her to move up a little as that first, glorious shudder of pleasure ran through her. With space now presented to her, Cherche pushed herself down the bed a little to draw level with those hanging masses and latched on to her left nipple, causing an even deeper groan. As she flicked the hard nipple with her tongue, Camilla gasped and her dripping slit clenched around the invading finger. It seemed that there was a lot of fun to be gained from some nipple worship tonight. She pinched the so-far neglected nipple and got another gasp and clench and, as she flicked and pinched simultaneously, Camilla let out an adorable, lust-soaked squeal.
With this weakness found, Cherche pressed on, tormenting her date's nipples as she slipped a second then a third finger inside her slit. It took little time for Camilla to be moaning with every breath. Cherche opened her eyes, having closed them to better focus on the magnificent soft flesh before her, and saw Camilla above her, her tongue lolling as she rocking back and forth at each thurst, her eyes not entirely focused on anything. As she pinched her right nipple, she moved up a step and bit her left causing a yelp which, with the addition of force to her fingering, moved on to orgasmic moans as the giant body above her collapsed on to her, shaking as her orgasm seized her, her breathing wild, her slit pulsing as if trying to pull those three wonderful digits even deeper.
Pinned beneath the shuddering giant, and in particular, smothered by her huge, soft breast, Cherche was in heaven. She happily suckled as she repeatedly inhaled through her nose to take in the wonderful scent of sex and sweat. She gave Camilla a little time to come down before rolling her off, causing a very contented chuckle.
"You are very good," purred Camilla as Cherche climbed on top of her straddling her waist and licking her cum-soaked hand clean.
"And I think I've found a weakness," observed the rose-haired beauty as she pinched her left nipple, making Camilla groan again as her back arched. "Hope I wasn't too rough for you?"
"Not at all," assured Camilla. "Do what you please to them, just don't leave a scar."
At the mention of the word, Cherche couldn't help but glance down at the scars covering Camilla's body. She'd certainly seen a lot of combat but the wounds only made her hotter. She bent down and scooped up the two magnificent mounds of flesh and squeezed them together, moving back and forth between each rock-hard nipple in a flurry of kisses.
Camilla let out a long moan but felt she was in danger of slipping into a state of bliss if this kept up where she wouldn't be able to reciprocate. To stop it, she reached down, running her hand up Cherche's leg and up between her lips, successfully stopping the onslaught. "Someone needs some attention," she commented as she brought her sodden fingers to her lips. "Mmm, delicious. May I have some more?" she pleaded with every ounce of desire she could put into her words.
With a lusty grin, Cherche immediately moved up over her and was about to take her seat before realising the view would be far better if she turned round. As soon as she had, Camilla pulled her down and she gasped as an eager tongue invaded her. With the invading muscle, hands caressing over her legs, her stomach, up her back and running through her hair combined with the view of the curvy, muscular and scarred body before her, she couldn't believe she'd bedded someone so perfect.
Just as that though entered her mind, a bolt of pleasure shot through her as Camilla pressed a finger onto her clit and her head jerked back. As that stimulation changed to a rabid rubbing, her whole body jerked forwards and she had to support herself with her arms as a very contented groan issued forth. With a few calming breaths, she regained enough control sit up again, allowing to explore Camilla's torso. Her hands slid down her date's stomach, her fingertips tracing over her abs and running along the scars they passed, feeling the change in texture from skin to scar tissue. With her control slipping as Camilla continue to devour her, she reached down, stroking her legs and finding a scar on the front of her thigh that was clearly from a penetrating wound. Her body jerked as another yelp escaped her causing her grab Camilla's legs for support and she felt scar tissue beneath her little finger too. She traced its length and realised it matched the scar on the front, suggested a blade had gone clean through her leg. She'd always found scars to be sexy but realised Camilla may not want so much attention on her wounds as she jerked her leg to move her fingers away from them. Instead, she sat back up, grasping Camilla's chest for support and let herself be overwhelmed by the pleasure from below. Seconds after giving in, her body convulsed as fire flared up from her dripping slit.
Camilla gleefully lapped up every drop of the delicious cum from her date as Cherche's hips rocked above her and her grip on her chest tightened even more. Her highly erotic moans grew louder, no doubt their neighbours could hear, until a final, huge grunt as the pleasure that had been commanding her body receded and she slumped down.
Gasping for breath, Cherche pushed herself backwards to get off of Camilla's face and sat just above her head. As well as the devious smile from Camilla looking up at her as she licked her lips, she saw two red handprints on her chest. "I might... have been too rough," she said, pointing to the evidence.
Camilla looked down and saw what she was referring to. "I'll wear them as a badge of honour," she declared. She then rolled over and got up to kneel in front of her panting date and slipped her tongue into her open mouth. A very slopping make out session then began with Cherche still gasping for air as the two swapped tongues.
After having recovered enough air to continue, Cherche pinched Camilla's left nipple and then rolled it between her fingers causing Camilla to pause. That opening let her push the giant back onto the bed and she began her assault on her chest again, loving that the warrior immediately became so docile and could only lie there, gasping and moaning.
After a little on top, Cherche repositioned so she was lying half on top and half on her side so she could slip a leg beneath Camilla's so, with the other over the top, she could hump her thigh. As she changed position, she also changed targets and abandoned the left nipple to slip three fingers into her date's sodden cunt, though she kept up the oral assault on the right nipple.
Camilla, already so lost in pleasure, felt her mind being pushed out even more as the fingers entered her body, every cell felt like it was tingling with the beginnings of orgasmic bliss. All her body could sense was the beautiful, teasing wetness of Cherche's lips and tongue, the warmth of her body lying alongside her, the three wonderful digits within her and the legs clamped around hers with the wonderful wetness rubbing against her as the scent of sex and cum filled her world. Neither she nor Cherche knew when her orgasm began, but she was lost in it for a considerable while.
When she finally became aware she had been lost, her body was still shivering with pleasure and her breathing was shallow. "I... Did I..." she panted.
"I think you were in a sex coma," said Cherche, letting go of that delicious nipple for the first time in what might have been as long as ten minutes. She kept fingering her though, there was no way she was letting this end yet.
"Sorry," said Camilla softly as she tried to move but her body refused. It just kept shivering with delight. As Cherche kissed her nipple, the desire to move evaporated and her eyes closed in bliss.
"Don't worry," purred Cherche. "I've thoroughly enjoyed myself. Seeing you so helpless and whimpering is adorable and I've came twice. You're leg and the sheets are may be very wet."
"Whimpering?" questioned Camilla, uncertain if that was a compliment.
"Tiny little moans," clarified Cherche, seeing what the princess thought. She kissed her nipple again and any problems faded immediately.
Camilla couldn't think straight, she should say some words or do something for her date but there were no orders to be given to her body which wouldn't have been able to comply anyway. As gently caresses from the three fingers inside her and further kisses to her lucky nipple washed those few thoughts away, she drifted off into bliss again.
The next thing she knew, it was pitch black and, despite the warmth of Cherche still next to her in the last position she could remember, she was cold. As she went to move she woke Cherche who immediately went to make out with her. Camilla insisted they should get under the blankets before warming each other up.
As dawn woke them the next day, there was another repeat of the previous night's activities. Afterwards, as both women lay feeling the effort from last night and this morning, Camilla reached over and took Cherche's hand.
"You know, Severa will be spending some time with her family tomorrow so I was thinking we could have a second date? Maybe fly out somewhere?"
"I like you too," admitted Cherche, "but I have given this some thought. We are from different realms and even here, there would be an ocean between us."
Realisation hit Camilla. "We'll very rarely see each other."
"Exactly. I'm rarely in Ylisse and I presume the same is true of you?"
"It is. An occasional visit with Severa to see her family and perhaps a few per year in my role as ambassador."
"And neither of us is likely to leave our roles for our respective countries to move so far away in the hope a relationship might work out."
Both lay in silence for a while.
"Well, even if we can't properly date, we could still go for a flight somewhere tomorrow and have sex when we're there? And indeed any other time we happen to meet."
"It would be a shame to only have this body for one night," said Cherche as she rolled over, grasping Camilla's left breast as she leaned down to kiss her.
After a brief make out session, the two decided they should return to the castle to reduce the chances of people finding them missing and concluding what they'd done when they both return wearing the same outfit they'd left in.
Camilla left first, leaving Cherche to check out, and went on ahead, hoping there wouldn't be too many servants active this early. Thankfully, she made it back to her room with only the gate guards and a few servants seeing her. She stripped off and put on her bathrobe and went to find someone to request a bath be drawn for her as she wanted to soak her muscles and, reluctantly, wash the scent of sex off.
Freshly washed to the point even Velouria couldn't pick up Cherche's scent on her, she donned her armour and went for breakfast, finding her daughters already there. Sadly, but understandably, Severa had stayed the night with her parents which meant she didn't have anyone to talk to about last night, though she would later spill everything to her trusted retainer, gushing about how amazing it was.
Not long after breakfast, she was wondering what to do with herself when Sumia came up to her clearly trying not to smile.
"What's with that look?" she questioned.
"Oh nothing," replied Sumia, unconvincingly, "just curious if something interesting happened to someone last night…"
Camilla just smiled at her.
"How was your date with Cherche? How was the sex?"
"I take it you saw us returning this morning?"
"I saw you both leaving last night," clarified Sumia. "Two women I know are bi, both dressed to impress who have a lot in common and clearly had dates last night. It just makes sense it was together and then I saw Cherche this morning in the same dress."
Throughout her explanation, she was so excited Camilla had to give in and give her the gossip. "Yes, we went out," she admitted. "I enjoyed every minute with her, thought we are both a little sore after such an energetic night."
"What did you do?" questioned Sumia earnestly.
"You seem awfully keen on the explicate details, Queen Sumia," teased Camilla. "More so than for mere gossip."
"Truthfully, I have always wondered what it's like with another woman," admitted the queen.
"You're bi?"
"Bi-curious, I think. I had a little crush on Sully for a while when I was younger. She's just so handsome and she looks so good in men's clothing."
"Ah, you like the butch lesbians," teased Camilla.
"The what?"
"Well, in my world certainly, we call masculine looking lesbians butch and the feminine ones lipsticks. You would be the lipstick half of a couple with Sully's butch."
"Like Sapphire is with Kjelle."
"Though of course a lipstick can like other lipsticks, Soleil is cute and feminine but likes cute and feminine."
"Of course," agreed Sumia. She'd never explored these kinds of things before and, as Ylisse has never had any problem with acceptance, she'd never had to learn. "Hey, wait, this was supposed to be about you and Cherche."
Camilla chuckled, her plan to distract her friend had failed. "What do you want to know?"
"Are you dating?"
"Honestly, I really like her and I would like to see what a relationship between is would bring."
"But?" questioned Sumia, seeing it coming.
"But we are separated by a realm and an ocean. That is a very long-distance relationship, so we've decided not to pursue one."
"But you would be so good together," insisted Sumia.
"But we'll have to settle for having amazing sex on the rare occasions we see each other."
Seeing that Camilla was clearly unhappy with that but understanding the reasons behind their decision, she realised she would have to accept it. "Have you any plans before this afternoons meeting?"
"I'm going to catch up with my girls and spend the morning with them. Don't worry, I have enough to distract me."
"Alright, just know I'm happy to talk if you need someone."
"You're a good friend, Sumia," said Camilla, pulling her in for a hug.
Leaving Sumia, who no doubt went off to find Cherche, Camilla caught up with her daughters and spent an hour with them before Nowi came to take them and Kana away for the day as they wouldn't want to be involved in the meeting this afternoon. Come mid-morning, she was now relaxing in the gardens with Corrin, Rhajat, Severa and Sumia when she saw a grey pegasus circle the castle and make its way down behind it to the stables. Dark fliers intrigued her as, with the malig knight class absent in this realm, it was the closest to her own class and it seemed to be a very rare choice as only Cordelia and a few girls under her command used it. As such, she was keen to see who this new dark flier was.
"I think I shall check on my wyvern," she announced. "If you'll excuse me ladies."
She made her way to the stables, walking swiftly in case the rider would just leave their mount with a stable hand and leave. Upon entering, she spotted a woman sorting the tack as her grey pegasus watched her over the stable door. Her outfit left Camilla in a bit if a daze due to how little of it there was. Her skin-tight dress had cleavage to her waist, her large, firm breasts lucky to still have their nipples covered, the very short, very tight skirt showed a fantastic ass and her stockings and heels enhanced her already great legs. Her long silver hair stood out against her dark skin, the dark clothing and the black feathered collar, as did the tattoos on her chest and face.
"Can I help you?" asked the vision of arousal.
"My apologies, I did not want to interrupt you," began Camilla. "I saw you coming in and I'm intrigued by the dark fliers of this realm, so I came to meet you."
"I assume you must be from the delegation from Nohr?"
"I am. Camilla," she said, holding out her hand and making sure to only look the woman in the eyes.
"Aversa, ruler of Plegia," came the response. Aversa, for her part, was impressed by the beauty before her. It was rare to meet someone as tall and as a curvy as herself, even a little bigger in the bust. It was also rare to meet someone with those qualities who was also so broad shouldered and muscular, it was clear the woman before her would be a formidable melee fighter.
"Ah, I should have guessed, Lord Chrom did say you can't be missed." At this, she allowed herself to look down the bare chest before her. "Your outfit is spectacular."
"It is a painful reminder," clarified Aversa, "of a time where I was used, my body a weapon as much as my magic."
"You don't like it?"
"In truth, I am too old for such an outfit, my looks have long faded," lamented the dark flier before finding it odd she was being so open to a stranger.
"Nonsense," chastised Camilla, "you're magnificent."
Aversa took a long, hard look into the younger woman's eyes and saw only sincerity. "Nice of you to say so. How old do you think I am?" she asked to see what a stranger with no knowledge of her would think.
"Late twenties, I'd say," guessed Camilla, she couldn't much older than herself, surely.
"Such honeyed words," purred Aversa, placing a finger beneath Camilla's chin and gently pulling her forwards to see if she would let her. In fact, Camilla stepped into her and she felt fingers on her waist. "Get off," she barked, batting the hands away, "I am not some cheap whore."
Camilla stood with her hands raised as Aversa retreated a couple of steps. "My apologies," she began dryly, "I mistook that for flirting."
Aversa exhaled as she realised she'd overreacted. "I'm sorry, we were and I did touch you first."
"Not a problem," assured Camilla sensing Aversa had problems with getting close to people.
"I hate people thinking my outfit and my past are an invitation," confessed Aversa. "No doubt you suffer from unwanted attention with your armour?"
"I do, and there are some who feel it's an invitation, though they soon learn otherwise. Might I treat you to dinner tonight?" she asked.
"I don't date," stated Aversa.
"Merely as friends," clarified Camilla, "I feel we would get on well."
"I don't allow myself to get close to anyone," explained the dark flier, feeling she can open up to Camilla as, via Chrom, she knew she had suffered too, "I can't trust my own feelings. I was brainwashed for many years and used as a tool, I slept with many men and women supposedly for the sake of my country. Since I was freed, I have hated all that I did, and I cannot trust myself when it comes to my emotions. I tried to live a normal life but that doubt destroyed it and I went back to the only thing I knew, controlling a country. Reforming it is my penance,"
"Nonsense. If you're worrying about hurting other people or yourself, that's just being human."
"Still, I-"
"Mom!" came a yell from the down the stables, causing some spooking. "Found you!" called Selkie as she bounded up to her mom and her mom's new friend.
Aversa watched the girl with fox-like ears bound up to and past her mother, stopping only half a pace away from her and intently examining her chest. The only reason she did not push the strange girl away was that she was curious about those ears and the tail swishing from side to side. The girl then looked up from her chest and examined her face for a few seconds before breaking out into a glowing smile.
"I love your tattoos," gushed Selkie.
This unexpected turn caused Aversa to laugh for the first time in a long time. "Most don't even see them beyond the cleavage."
"That was quite rude," chastised Camilla.
"Sorry I got so close," apologised Selkie instantly, "they just look so cool and fierce! I bet they help you scare your prey."
"That's alright, little one. Since you've had a look at me, may I touch your ears?" she asked, giving in to her curiosity and finding them offered immediately. "They're the silkiest thing I've ever felt," she observed, running her fingers through such wonderful hair, or maybe fur.
"Well that's good, 'cos my name's Selkie."
"Aversa." She found herself smiling at the girl, her innocent joy seemingly infectious.
"Can I have tattoos?" she asked her mom.
"You'd have to ask Velouria and your own parents." Seeing Aversa questioning that statement as Selkie had called her mom, she clarified, "I'm her mother-in-law."
"Ugh, you didn't have to run," complained a voice from behind them.
"This is my wife Velouria," said Selkie turning to her approaching wife.
"Wife," said Aversa, more from surprise than anything else. She also noticed the wife had animalistic ears and tail as well.
"This is Aversa," said Selkie to her wife, "she's mom's new friend."
"Pleasure to meet you," said Velouria with a small bow.
"We've only just met," explained Camilla to make sure Velouria knew that and so Aversa didn't feel pressured.
"Wanna play with us?" asked Selkie.
"I don't play," stated Aversa. "Although, perhaps we could go to dinner tonight?" she suggested with an eye to Camilla. "You intrigue me."
"Sounds good. Girls?"
"Yes," said Selkie immediately.
"Alright."
"Excellent. A first step," she said to Aversa who nodded in return. "Now, why are you girls here? I thought you'd left with Nowi."
"We're going to the river and we may be away for a while so I didn't want you to worry," explained Velouria.
"An all-day trip? Well, take a big picnic with you and make sure you stay vigilant. And look after Kana."
"Both Nahs are coming so we won't be going anywhere dangerous."
"Good. Shall we say eight o'clock for dinner?"
"Very well," agreed Aversa.
"I'll make sure we're back for then," said Velouria.
"Alright, have fun my girls," said Camilla hugging Velouria then Selkie.
"Bye mom."
"Have fun with your meeting," said Selkie as she and Velouria turned to leave. "Make lots of friends."
"I will," chuckled Camilla as Selkie nearly tripped over due to walking backwards.
"Just to ensure we're clear," began Aversa now the children were gone, "dinner is simply as friends, there will be no sex tonight."
"Don't worry, I'm still a little sore from last night."
"While you were here?" question Aversa. "Who?"
"I didn't take you for a gossip," teased Camilla.
"I'm not, information is power."
"Then I feel I won't violate her privacy."
"Cherche," stated Aversa, seeing the confirmation on Camilla's face. "She came on to me once so I assumed you would be her type too."
"You turned her down?"
"Of course."
"A mistake. That woman will make you forget you ever had problems. Sex isn't a relationship," she pointed out, "you can just relieve some stress and enjoy it with someone you trust."
"I have cut myself off for so long…" began Aversa, unsure of whether or not she wanted to reconnect with basic experiences like that which had caused her pain.
"I'm seeing Cherche again tomorrow, but I'll vary rarely be here so take your chance, indulge in life." The look Aversa was giving her didn't offer any clues about what she was thinking, and it was clear she wasn't going to finish her sentence. "Shall we go and let Lord Chrom know you've arrived?"
Rather than strictly enforcing the scheduled time for the inter-realm meeting, Chrom showed Aversa into the large meeting room having dispatched servants to invite the others in order to do the introductions. The Hoshidan delegation was first to arrive at the room with King Ryoma being introduced first followed by his retainers and then the woman who would be his representative going forward. This was good for Aversa as she had a great deal of respect for Cordelia due to her skill as a fellow dark flier and made it clear she looked forward to meeting with them again.
The Vallans arrived next with Queen Corrin momentarily distracted by imagining her wife wearing Aversa's outfit but recovering by the time she'd been introduced. During conversation with the leader of her former homeland, Rhajat made a mistake in referring to the Plegian ruler as 'Lady', prompting Aversa to question if she takes a title in the future as it wasn't something she intended to do. Rhajat merely refused to say anything more, which made it clear she did.
When the Nohrian delegation arrived, Aversa now felt herself getting annoyed as the room now contained Kagero, Camilla and Charlotte, all three of whom were as beautiful and curvy as herself but near a decade younger than her, bringing up her ire. With a prod from Camilla, Cherche took this chance to assure her that her looks had not diminished in the years she had known her. With those kind words, she felt a little better in the company and thought over Camilla's words regarding Cherche.
Khans Flavia and Basilio arrived less than an hour after Aversa and the assembled group of leaders and representatives from seven countries spent several hours together, discussing their countries situations, their political views and, of course, trading war stories. Come mid-afternoon, they had moved outside to the barracks and were engaging in duels to see the strengths of their counterparts with royals and retainers alike showing what they were capable of.
There were some surprises from the duels, including Rhajat and Aversa participating by duelling each other with magic, Ryoma being staggered by a punch from Chrom during what he mistakenly thought was an honourable sword duel and a mirror match between Caeldori and Cordelia which was won by the more experienced version. The biggest shock, however, was a phenomenally brutal fight between Basilio and the formally lady-like Queen Charlotte. The Queen had left to change from her elegant dress into her white berserker armour and loved the surprise her attire caused and continuing from there as she challenged the strongest one present. Their dual started with axes but it quickly descended into a brawl and, when it was eventually called off, both combatants were bloodied and bruised but with immense respect for one another. Basilio then made sure Xander knew he was probably the luckiest man on earth to have a wife like that. With all in attendance acting like old friends, and many of them now a little sore, particularly Charlotte limping from a kick she'd taken to the shin and Basilio from a knee he received elsewhere, they headed back inside for refreshments. By the time they all parted, it was clear relations between all the countries involved were starting off on a very good note.
The following morning, Camilla had been invited to join Severa, Laslow and their families. Her girls had gone on ahead while she had been talking with Xander, Chrom and Sumia so she was walking in alone when she locked eyes with a familiar face.
"Camilla," called Tharja. While they'd never been introduced, the giantess of a woman was easy to pick out from a description.
"Tharja, nice to finally meet you," began Camilla.
"You want to have sex with Corrin, yes?"
"I beg your pardon?"
"You want to have sex with Corrin," repeated the sorcerer.
"I do love Corrin," she admitted.
"And want to have sex with her."
"Yes," she said, seemingly because the conversation wasn't going to move on otherwise.
"Good. You're exactly the test subject I need for a new spell."
"What spell?" question Camilla, highly suspicious having heard about what her sister-in-law used to be like in this life.
"A spell to create entirely realistic and believable dreams where you could have sex with your dear sister."
"If it's dreams, why do you specifically need sex?"
"I want to use it to experience my dear Robin but I need to know if it works before hexing myself."
"I don't really want to be involved with this," she said truthfully, "and I would never actually want to have sex with Corrin," she lied.
"Look," began an exasperated Tharja, "this will make it feel like your touching her, kissing her, eating her. Can you really say no to your true desire?"
"I mustn't," declared Camilla, wavering a little in her conviction.
"But you want to," pushed Tharja.
"I… I…" She looked at the ground as she tried to find a reason to keep denying it but felt a hand on her forehead and then a cool sensation flowing through her mind. "I want to," she said instantly, having no idea why she'd been denying herself this chance to experience her adorable love's body, even if only in her mind.
"That's better," chuckled Tharja. "This way. I want you to think of Corrin, I need you to be clear on the feel of her skin, her voice, her mannerism and such."
"Alright," answered Camilla, thinking about all that made her sister perfect.
By the time they arrived at Tharja's house, her husband and daughters already out for the day, Camilla was already a little wet having thought about her love for so long.
"Sit," ordered Tharja, pointing to a chair in the living room. "Now, I need you to keep thinking of her name to maintain your focus while I cast the spell." As Camilla immediately redoubled her efforts, she splayed her fingers across the giantess' head and cast the spell. As soon as she finished the last syllable, Camilla's body went limp, hopefully meaning it had worked and her mind could only see Corrin.
She quickly went to her workshop in the basement and ran back with ingredients for a telepathy spell, hurriedly casting it to see what was going on inside Camilla's head. She saw Camilla in her armour, standing in front of Corrin in a very pure looking white dress, with her hand resting on her future wife's shoulder.
"- said this ages ago, I love you, Corrin, with all my heart, mind and body," said Camilla. It was clear to Tharja the dream was starting off from the initial confession which meant she hadn't missed anything good.
"Oh, sister," began Corrin, taking Camilla's hand from her shoulder and kissing it, "I've always loved you too. From the very moment you first held me, I knew you were the only one for me, but I feared the reaction of our father and convinced myself I must not love you like that, in case he would harm you."
Looking on, it was clear to Tharja that Camilla like dramatics with the entire drama seeming like it was from one of Cordelia's books.
"I would have taken any punishment to be with you," assured Camilla, leaning down to kiss her beloved.
"I'm sorry I strayed into the arms of another."
"There is nothing to forgive, you're here with me now." She leaned in to kiss again, with a little tongue this time.
Finally, thought Tharja to herself as the two kept kissing. It was a rather sweet scene, the kisses remaining fairly innocent, hands staying still and Corrin popping a foot.
"I've denied you for too long," said Corrin with a blush in her cheeks as she walked over to the large bed that appeared in the dream, sitting on the edge of it and smiling at her love. "I give myself to you."
As the rest of a bedroom materialised in the dream, though unnoticed by the two characters, Camilla moved to the bed, locking lips again and pushing her sister down, supporting herself on one arm as the other went to cup her chest through that beautiful white dress, causing a very cute moan.
Tharja was rather surprised that Camilla would dream of such gentle and innocent sex as she watched the two making out and then undress each other. She had no idea if Camilla had seen Corrin naked but if this was an accurate depiction of her future wife, she was even better than she'd hoped. As Camilla moved down to kiss Corrin's chest and toy with her nipples, Tharja paid close attention to the body that would one day be exclusively for her. As the purple-haired giantess moved down and between her sister's legs, Corrin again stated how much she had wanted this moment. It really was like a drama.
Watching Camilla eat and Corrin giving out cute moans and groans, Tharja again considered how different this was to what she expected. She'd thought Camilla would be dominant and maybe even a little forceful, taking her partner however she pleased but this was so sweet and gentle. Maybe she could do something about that.
As Corrin came, shouting her sister's name over and over, Tharja added a thought to Camilla's dreamscape. Sitting up to straddle her sister's legs, she now had a ten-inch long cock which Corrin immediately reached out for and grasped the shaft. As well as the image, she'd shared the experiences she'd siphoned from her husband so Camilla's mind knew how it should feel and it wouldn't break the illusion.
"I want you inside me," she said with a lustful smile.
The smile took Tharja by surprise as she hadn't done anything to change Corrin's character in the dream. She guided her sister into a very wet pussy and Camilla began gently fucking her.
"Harder," demanded Corrin and got exactly what she wanted.
Tharja now understood this was still part of Camilla's vision of her sister, both sweet and slutty. This time, there were no cute moans as she neared her climax, this time it was primal grunting and yelps as her body would jerk at the pounding she was receiving. Looking at both their faces, it was clear both would cum together and, as Corrin jerked up and slammed down onto the bed with a monumental yelp, Camilla pumped her sister full of her cum.
Corrin slipped a finger into her cum soaked entrance and licked the sticky digit clean. She then spun round to stand on all fours, presenting to her sister. "Break me open," she ordered.
"Anything, my love," replied Camilla as she positioned in front of her sister's rear.
That surprised the spying sorcerer as it may indicate Camilla is actually submissive when it comes to sex. Given her command of any space around her, that was highly unexpected but a good insight into her mind. She watched as Camilla rammed her sister's asshole hard, both grunting with the effort and the delight, until she pushed Corrin down flat and stood over her, slamming into her. The look on Camilla's face was that of a mindless animal, fucking on instinct, all thought lost to the pleasure as she fired another load deep into her sister's ass.
On receipt of that load, Corrin's head jerked up as her back arched, allowing Camilla to grab her tits causing Corrin to scream and thrash beneath her as she came. Camilla kept fucking, her mind lost as the brief male orgasm she had just had got mixed with the bliss she'd received from last night. As her mind grew fainter and fainter, the room began to fade and eventually the dream flickered out.
With the echoes of her sister screaming in delight, Camilla's eyes snapped open. It took a few seconds for her to realise what had happened and, judging from the fire in her body, which was still quivering, she had clearly been cumming in the real world too. As she made to sit up, the wetness between her legs, her soaked panties and thighs, confirmed that. As she sat up, she saw Tharja sitting opposite her, looking a little flushed and sitting as if she was trying very hard not to touch herself.
"Did you have a feel?" purred Camilla in the most seductive voice she could muster.
"What?"
"Oh," she gasped looking down, feigning shock, "you must have put the girls back in," she said as she pulled each of her breasts out of her armour. "No need to be shy," she giggled as she stood and moved to Tharja, wanting to pull her panties to the side as well, but that was just too embarrassing.
"What?" gasped Tharja, reaching out to ward her off but Camilla lunged forward and grabbed both of her wrists, holding them against the back of the sofa as she sat straddling her legs, the giantess' nipples only inches on front of her face, the juices from her sodden thighs soaking through her body stocking.
"Have a taste," said Camilla, moving so her left nipple was in reach of the sorcerer's mouth.
"No!" shouted Tharja, twisting to get away but unable to break the grip on her wrists or knock Camilla off of her.
"Oh, silly me," giggled Camilla, "you've already had your way with the girls." With little effort, she moved Tharja's wrists so both lay across her chest and pinned them both down with one hand, the other woman's struggles completely ineffectual. "You want the real nectar," she said with a little menace as she slipped a hand down her panties and inside her dripping lips, pulling out three soaked fingers.
"I don't want it!" pleaded Tharja as she shook her head to escape being forced to taste someone other than her husband. In her efforts to evade, she ended up with cum smeared across her nose.
Camilla sucked her fingers clean before grabbing Tharja by the jaw and leaning in as if to kiss her, the physically weaker mage unable to even move but her eyes were showing her clear terror at the belief that she was about to be raped. Instead, Camilla licked the cum off her nose and moved back just a little to better see her eyes, now with confusion alongside the terror. "Never do that to me again," she growled.
"I won't, I promise. Please don't hurt me," pleaded the normally aloof mage.
Camilla let go of her jaw, but kept her wrists pinned, and sat up. "Don't you have a question?" she asked as if nothing was wrong.
"What?" For someone to go from terrifying to normal like that really threw her off.
"About whether the spell worked?" With Tharja still staring on confusion, she thought she may as well just give her feedback. "It felt entirely real. That was the scenario I'd thought of so many times and even my memories say it was real, as real as any other person I've slept with. Even your... addition feels like it was completely natural. A perfect result, I'd say. What?" she questioned as Tharja still just stared. "If you hadn't removed my inhibitions like that, I probably wouldn't have needed much persuasion to do this anyway."
"You… then why were you acting like you were going to rape me?"
"To make you regret messing with me," came the reply in a voice that chilled her bones. Camilla then released her prisoner's wrists and sorted her jet-black hair that had got messed up in her flailing. "I shan't hold a grudge if you let me leave a message for Rhajat."
"Alright"
"Rhajat, sweetie, when you get this, please know I would never do anything to disrupt your happiness with my dear Corrin. I did enjoy this, I won't deny that, but that is as close to her as I will ever come. Although, having seen how cute you are when you're flustered," she added with an eye on a still red-cheeked Tharja, "I would be very open to a threesome."
"I can't think that will happen," pointed out her messenger girl.
"That makes two of us," agreed Camilla as she got off Tharja's legs, revealing a huge wet spot. "Sorry about that. May I dry myself off?"
"The washroom's through there," said Tharja, pointing the way. "I'm going to change."
The two women reconvened in the living room, Tharja in a clean, dry sorcerer's uniform and Camilla having washed and dried her crotch and thighs and done the best she could to dry her panties, which were still a bit damp.
"Well…" began Camilla.
"Mmm," added Tharja.
"This was… interesting. I'd like to reassure you, I hold no ill will towards you and I trust it's the same for you."
"I deserved the scare," admitted Tharja. "And I'm… sorry, for forcing you."
"I'm heading home tomorrow, so if I don't see you, I'll see you as Rhajat."
With a polite nod from Tharja, she left, finally making her way to Severa. She'd been at Tharja's for only twenty minutes so there was plenty morning left to spend with her honorary extended family. She'd hoped to be able to see Corrin and Rhajat that day to apologise in person but by the time she got back to the castle, they had already left to go sightseeing and it was nearing time for her second date with Cherche, so she didn't have time to look for them. They were leaving this afternoon, so she'd have to visit them back in Valla to apologise.
Her date that afternoon was a flight into the countryside together and a little picnic in the hills. Dessert was, of course, each other and after a few ground based orgasms, Camilla suggested doing it in the air which was quickly taken up. Minerva was too possessive, so they flew on Camilla's wyvern, entirely naked, with Cherche in front as Camilla fingered her to new, literal heights of bliss, followed by Cherche turning around to torment Camilla's nipples with her mouth as her fingers worked their magic. It was a very memorable experience and one Camilla now wanted to share with Ophelia when she got home.
The morning after what may have been the most nerve-wracking meeting of her life, Corrin was relieved to have a day in Ylisse with no pressures, only a day of sightseeing with her wife and daughter was planned, no doubt with a visit to see her step-daughters and a visit to Nowi so Kana could see her sister before they left that afternoon. Kana was preparing her things for going home when Rhajat pulled Corrin away and took her into another room
"Camilla's having sex with you."
"What?" she eventually managed to get out, the suddenness and absurdity of the accusation having stunned her.
"Tharja's used a spell to give her realistic dreams and she's having sex with you. She's eating you and you're really loving it."
"You're not angry with her?"
"For a dream? No. I'm not that petty and we know she likes you like that."
"So… what's happening now?" asked Corrin, her voyeurism getting the better of her.
Rhajat described how the dream had started and worked her way back to the present. "She knows your orgasm face," she pointed out.
"Not from seeing me, she doesn't," assured Corrin but saw Rhajat's eyes look off into the middle distance. "What?"
"I had an idea, now Camilla has a cock."
"Really?" gushed Corrin. "How big? Am I enjoying it?"
"Huge and definitely. You've such a slutty face begging for your sister's cock. I love it"
"You mean this one?" she asked as she put on her best horny face and moved in, licking her wife's lips before kissing them.
"Yes."
"What about this one?" asked Corrin, looking sweet.
"And that one. And your sleeping face, your confused face, your angry face."
"So, basically you love my face," teased her wife.
"And your body," assured Rhajat, grabbing her hips and planting a kiss on her gorgeous lips.
"I wish I could see what's going on," bemoaned Corrin.
"You really like futanari, don't you?"
"I do, I really wish we could do it again."
"I've been unable to refine the spell to remove the risk of death, even with Midori's help. To conceive again would risk one of us dying"
"Even if it wasn't to conceive, just to have a warm cock in me instead of a toy."
"You want to be fucked with a cock?" questioned Rhajat, suddenly worried for the first time in their relationship that, as she was, she wasn't enough for her wife.
"I want to be fucked by you," reassured Corrin, seeing what her beloved was thinking. "It was just differently fun, if that makes sense, when you had a cock. Having you so deep inside me, claiming even more of my body as your own, I felt I belonged to you even more."
With that huge turn on of a description, Rhajat came round to her wife's view. "I could do a lesser version of the spell."
"Really!"
"It would create a fleshy cock-shaped protrusion, but it wouldn't be functional, the wearer wouldn't feel anything more stimulating than being stroked on the arm."
"No risk of death?"
"None. It would cause discomfort when the spell ended and I might walk a little stiff for a day or so."
"I'd want to have the cock," clarified Corrin. "Then we would both know what it feels like to have so much claimed by the other."
"I had a husband," reminded Rhajat, "and he wasn't small. I know what it feels like."
"But you've never had me so deep inside you," whispered Corrin directly into her ear.
"You can have the cock," replied Rhajat immediately. "I'll gather the ingredients when we get home."
"Good girl," said Corrin with her cutest smile to reward her wife. "I need a little something before we go," she said as she stepped in as close as she could, wrapping her arms around her wife and delicately pressing her lips against hers. This moved on from such a sweet kiss to some tongue heavy action before Corrin felt Rhajat tensing up, and not in a good way. "What's wrong?"
"I think Camilla's going to rape me," said Rhajat, her voice tight with the remembered fear of the incident and knowing the couple of minutes delay in her memories changing meant it was already happening.
"Don't warp," ordered Corrin immediately in case her wife was about to vanish to help her past self. "You know Camilla wouldn't do that."
Rhajat just clung onto her, resisting giving into that fear. She knew Camilla wouldn't but Tharja didn't and her fear was overwhelming. She had only felt terror like this once before, when The Fell Dragon rose to the sky. After a minute or so, her memory caught up to Camilla's warning and then her complete change in tone.
"It was just to scare me," she said, able to let go of her wife. "Just a warning not to mess with her. And she left a message for me. Basically, she wouldn't do that in real life because she knows you're mine."
"She's told us that before," pointed out Corrin.
"But she now thinks I'm cute when flustered and would be open to a threesome."
"Really? Well you are cute when you're flustered, so I can't blame her."
"But no to a threesome, right?"
"Of course. I am yours alone," said Corrin, expanding on their usual declaration
"As I am yours alone."
"Now," said Corrin after a final kiss, "let's go sightseeing."
The three Vallans spent the rest of the morning and a few hours into the afternoon, having got lunch in town, seeing what Ylisstol had to offer, both within the city walls and without. Nowi, Nah and Nah joined them for a little while in the city, including lunch. Come mid-afternoon, they stopped off to see Rhajat's old family, finding only her husband and daughters, but soon had to return to the castle to say goodbye to their friends there before flying home to Valla, stopping off to talk with Lilith on the way.
The Hoshidans and Nohrians spent a couple of days more in Ylisse, learning of this realm, its history and meeting its people, aided of course by Caeldori, Severa and Laslow. With Charlotte recovered from her fight with Basilio, Chrom introduced her to Kjelle with the general praising her strength and then requesting a duel which was accepted. With a sizable audience of foreigners, her friends and her trainees, Kjelle was keen to win and, though it took a lot of effort and a lot of time, she narrowly beat the visiting queen. Though she would have preferred to win, losing to such a beast of a woman was fine in Charlotte's view, but she left with great respect for her and left a promise to come back and win next time.
Upon arriving home, Rhajat set about gathering the ingredients she needed for the lesser futa spell, as Corrin now referred to it. It took a couple of days to procure one of the ingredients as it spoils quickly and she can't keep a supply of them, but she now had everything she needed to give her wife a, hopefully, big cock.
That evening, she mixed the ingredients and enchanted them as she and Corrin sat naked before applying them to her wife's dripping pussy, she was clearly looking forward to this. As she cast the spell, Corrin felt a slight burning sensation as her flesh began to reshape itself. Unlike the full version of the spell, it didn't form any testicles but her vagina bulged out, a long fleshy shaft forming as her lips sealed and swelled even more to from the head.
"You're bigger than I was," observed Rhajat. Her wife was probably about twelve inches long and a little over an inch in diameter.
"If I'd been born a man, would I have had this?" mused her futa wife.
"I can't say for sure but given you're such a magnificent specimen of a woman, I can only assume you'd be equally as impressive as a man. Although," she added, shuffling forward on her knees and grasping her wife's heavy chest, "You'd be missing a couple of my favourite things about you." She bent down a little kiss each nipple in turn, before bending down even more, down onto all fours, her wife's length right in front of her face. She planted delicate kiss on the bulbous head before looking up. "Any sensation?"
"I can feel it," confirmed Corrin, "but it's like you said, nothing more stimulating than kissing my arm."
"So if I can't stimulate your body," mused the witch before lifting her wife's heavy organ and licking all the way up to the head and taking it in her mouth, bobbing up and down a few times, "I shall just have to stimulate your mind," she chuckled, seeing her wife staring down and breathing heavily. "Is it that arousing watching me taking you in my mouth?" She dived onto her again, making a good show of it and seeing her wife taking a long, shaky inhalation.
"I know why men like this," said Corrin, regaining control of her lungs. The sight of her wife before her, looking up as if for approval as the head of her temporary appendage slipped into her throat, was so hot. "I've got a surprise I've been working," she admitted as half her cock had now slipped into her wife. With a flash of yellow light, her replica appeared. "I've been training with Kaze," she explained as her wife withdrew and immediately moved to the copy, swallowing its cock entirely.
"I can feel that too," confirmed Corrin as she felt what the replica felt. As Rhajat continued pleasuring the replica, putting on a good show for her voyeur wife, Corrin moved round behind her and rested her length between her wife's ass cheeks. Even if it wasn't as sensitive as real one, stroking her wife's ass was still hot. She leaned down to grasp her wife's swinging tits, gently squeezing as she leaned into her ear. "How badly do you want me inside you?"
Rhajat backed off of the replica cock and brought her right hand up and covered Corrin's, adding a little extra pressure to her chest. "More than anything in the world right now."
Sitting back, she grabbed the jar of lube they're laid out beforehand and applied it to her appendage as, like the replica, it couldn't produce the normal fluids to lubricate itself. Fully lubed up, she grabbed her wife's impressive hips and pressed the head into her sodden lips as Rhajat came off the replica's cock for this monumental moment.
Rhajat gasped as her wife stretched her lips and slipped inside, her body shuddering as all twelve inches claimed her passage as her wife's. As Corrin gently began fucking her, only allowing half her length to leave, the replica gently grabbed chin and positioned her to swallow it again. As Corrin pushed in behind her, the replica pushed its full length down her throat and Rhajat felt as if she was nearly going to climax from that act alone.
As both fucked her, claiming so much of her as their own, she was in paradise. Paradise still takes second place to air though and as she tried to back off the replica's cock to breath, it held her down. Behind her, Corrin pushed into her and lay along her back, grasping her tits with a lot of force and licked her left ear.
"Your body belongs to me," she whispered menacingly. "If I want you die choking on my cock, you will."
Rhajat's entire body shuddered, her pussy clenching into the cock behind her at those words. It was such a turn on to belong like this, to be her toy. Both Corrins resumed fucking her with replica also pinching her nose to stop her breathing. Her mind was getting fuzzy but being fucked like this made anything worthwhile, to be used, to be owned.
As Rhajat's eyes began to unfocus, Corrin had her replica pull out and her wife gasped and coughed but she wasn't going to be allowed time to recover. She had her replica slam into her throat again in time with her slamming into her pussy causing a muffled scream of delight. They were very rough with her and ran her very close on air again but the look on her wife's face told her how much she was enjoying this. After letting her breath a third time, her pussy began tightening as orgasm claimed her, her muffled scream eventually being let out when the cock blocking her throat was removed.
"Such a slut," purred Corrin into her gasping wife's ear.
Before she could give a response, there was again a cock in Rhajat's throat but this time the replica grabbed her by the underarms and lifted her up as Corrin did the same with her thighs. Now held in the air, Rhajat wrapped her arms and legs around her wifes as she was rocked to and fro between them, the thrust into her pussy pushing her onto the cock in her mouth which in turn pushed her back onto her wife. Helpless, Rhajat could barely think as she again began to find her mind hazy, not just due to lack of air, but due to the pleasure building, the thoughts that she belonged to her wife, her possession. Very soon after the first, her body was again on fire as pleasure seized control.
As soon as her orgasm began to recede, Corrin dropped her wife onto the bed and she lay there panting, her body still shuddering but she wasn't getting to rest. She grabbed her hand and brought it round to her rear. "Use that muscle relaxant spell," she commanded.
Rhajat had to take a few seconds to focus her mind to even remember it but did as she was commanded by her owner, already feeling excited about what was coming next.
Having applied another helping of lube as Rhajat had performed the spell, Corrin handed the jar to her replica before pulling Rhajat up onto her knees, holding her still with a hand across her chest and three fingers hooked into her pussy. Seeing through her replica's eyes, she could see Rhajat's lolling tongue, her heaving chest and the desperation in her eyes. She slowly pushed her temporary appendance into her wife's still tight rear to a long groan as she kept pushing in. "Happy?" she asked her wife but, just as she was about to speak, gave a little thrust in, causing only a noise of sheer joy from her wife. "I'll take that as yes," she said menacingly into her ear.
She then had her lubed up replica come forward and position its self ready to take her cunt. As both Corrins lifted Rhajat, the replica slipped the head if it's shaft into her before grabbing her thighs and lifting her up. With Rhajat quivering with anticipation, they dropped her, impaling her front and rear.
Rhajat couldn't even make a noise due to the pleasure. Her head threw back and a silent howl of delight issued forth as both women fucked her holes in unison, the pressure within her was massive but wonderful and, if she was to break open right now, it would be worth it. With the force inside her, the warmth of Corrin pressed into her back and the weight of the replica's breasts pressing into her as both women began trying to crush her, her mind went blank, there was only pleasure now.
Corrin reached around and put two fingers in her wife's unresponsive mouth, holding her head back as another symbol of her power over her but it wasn't really needed. She could feel her wife's body spasming as her pussy and ass held on tight to her two cocks, seemingly trying to pull them ever deeper.
"I loved this position when we did it before," she whispered, still fucking her hard but no longer being dominant. "To be completely surrounded by the woman that is my world and filled by her. It was wonderful," she sighed. Rhajat was in no state to respond as she was simply trapped between the two of them twitching every so often.
Very carefully, Corrin and her replica repositioned so they didn't break their current hold on Rhajat but so the real one was lying on her back. With the new position freeing up hands that no longer needed to hold Rhajat aloft, the two began fucking her mind out of her with the addition of hands grasping her chest and tormenting her clit. Rhajat was making noises again which Corrin was glad off but only moans and yelps as force was brought onto her chest in the form of her nipples being pulled and an occasional smack. The two kept fucking Rhajat through three more orgasms until her wife was just lying limp on top of her, quivering and struggling to breath. That was the time to stop.
She had her replica pull out and sit up to admire her wife through its eyes. She was soaked in sweat, her hair plastered to her face but she was and would always be the most beautiful woman she could know. For one last act, she had her replica stroke her wife's stomach. "I wish I could have given you a baby," she whispered before dismissing the replica.
She lay for some time, gently stroking her wife's body as she waited for her to recover. She had no idea how much time it took as she could happily have lain trapped beneath her for days but, eventually, it seem her wife's breathing was normal again. She slipped her right hand in between them to grab her wife's left shoulder and, with her left hand grabbing her wife's ass, she flipped her off, her cock springing out of her ass, and causing her to land face-first on the bed next to her. The blessed coolness that flowed over her told her just how hot things had been and she realised she was almost as sweaty as her wife.
"Discarded like a used tissue," said Rhajat into the bed before turning her head to her smiling wife.
"That's what you are," stated Corrin matter-of-factly as she tried not to smile. "Merely my possession I've used to masturbate with and discarded now I'm satisfied."
"You'd be a good dominatrix if the whole queen thing doesn't work out."
"You loved all that, didn't you?"
With some effort, Rhajat rolled onto her side to better face her wife. She could still feel her body tingling with the afterglow of so many massive orgasms but she would definitely feel it tomorrow. "I loved every moment," she gladly confessed. "To belong to you," she continued but moved in to kiss her wife, "to be used by you," another kiss, "existing only for your pleasure." She ended with a much longer kiss. "I'm sorry you can't give me what we both want," she said as she took Corrin's hand and held it to her own stomach, completely free of any chance of pregnancy.
"Did I put you in a sex coma?" asked Corrin.
"I would say so," agreed Rhajat. It was the first time in their sex life she'd been pushed so far she nearly passed out.
The two kissed again, both lamenting their family can never grow. After a few more kisses, both faded off and, lying holding each other, their foreheads touching, they would have fallen asleep like that if not for a growing burning sensation between Corrin's legs.
As her wife began wriggling, Rhajat woke up. "Burning?"
"Yes," said Corrin, rolling over and spreading her legs to get some cooler air at the source of the problem.
"I said it would," pointed out Rhajat, chuckling at her wife's antics as she tried to cool herself down.
This entire chapter came about because I saw a single piece of artwork, Cherche want a kiss 2 by Hmage on Hentai Foundry, it's very worthwhile looking up, just put the title in the search box, though you may need an free account. I wanted that one sex position between those two and so an entire chapter set on the diplomatic relations between seven countries came about. The section featuring Aversa got added in when she came out in Fire Emblem Heroes, she's too hot not to feature. This was also the only place I could get another piece by the same artist in Under Tharja Spell. though I had to change Tharja for Corrin to make it work for the plot. Then futa Corrin got in my head and I tagged on a final sex scene. Why not, right?