"Mmmph~"

Sloppy, wet slurps and muted moans came from the distant alley at the edge of the Aytolis capital. The lights from the dirt road barely even reached into the shadows as all manner of citizens and denizens passed by without a thought. Not a single one would bear witness to the royal liaison that took place between the buildings as the distant rulers of Valentia and Archena joined in debaucherous diplomacy.

"P-Princess Celica," Marth groaned as he leaned back against the stone wall. His hand remained in the fiery red locks that belonged to the princess on her knees between his legs. Her hand stayed on his bare knee while her lips eagerly wrapped around his hard, thick cock. She shifted her legs apart to let her free fingers reach in and stroke the wet heat that leaked from her puffy loins.

Battle - constant battle. Day in and day out had taken quite a heavy toll on the two royals. While Marth of course had the company of his dearly betrothed to ail his woes, the same couldn't be said for the Zofian princess. How fortunate for her that Marth's fiancee was so forgiving and generous.

Or perhaps she just needed a break from this throne-breaking cudgel of a cock.

"P-Pwah!"

Celica's lips popped off Marth's dick as she gasped for much-needed breath. Spit webbed between her mouth and cheeks as the throbbing pride of Altea twitched over her. She slowly uncrossed her eyes as she stared at the mighty falchion with a gaze of awestruck reverence. "Gods...how does she manage," the redheaded priestess murmured.

Marth turned his head and blushed as his royal counterpart shuffled off her knees and rose up to meet him. Her hips rolled and undulated until his tip was nestled between her velvet lips. His hands rubbed her hips through her dress just as her own wrapped around his neck. Their lips ended up close together while they slowly and gently pushed their loins together.

"Mmmm~" Celica cooed her approval while she accepted the Altean cock into her most cherished of temples. The devout of Mila shuddered in delight while Marth's strong fingers kept her body in place as he pushed deep into her pussy. His sword finally hilted in her body as his royal jewels lightly tapped her supple thighs. "O-Oh Mila be pra-aaaaised."

Their pace started slow but gradually increased with every stroke. Soon the dark alley echoed with the lascivious slaps of a temptress' night shift. But no such lowly strumpet had taken this remote an isolated refuge on the outskirts of the city. Only the proud, gentle, and wise princess of Zofia and her lover of the night.

"C-Celica, your voice," Marth attempted to warn her as her moans and mewls reached a fevered pitch. Their bodies rolled and crashed together with wet, loud slaps. A slurry of sin leaked down their legs as they struggled to stay upright. One sudden. errant stroke went askew and rubbed a mostly neglected erogenous spot in Celica's pussy.

"AAA-Oomph!"

Her screams were swiftly cut off by Marth's lips over hers. He bristled at the salty lingers of his own loins, but paid it little heed as he focused on muting the princess. His body shifted and turned her to press her against the wall in order to put more pressure into her mouth. Her tongue flailed and flopped between her cheeks before it was gently tucked back by the probing palate of the Altean prince. Slowly, her eyes fluttered down as she succumbed to the surprisingly deft tongue play that kept a certain Talys princess very, very satisfied at night.

Marth never lifted his hands from her hips as he drove her against the alley wall. Her toes tapered in her sabatons as she instinctively struggled to stay upright. Eventually, her lust-drenched body simply didn't have the strength to keep her up and she wound up off her feet with her back pinned to the wall. Her gauntlet-clad fingers dug into Marth's back while their long and sordid affair continued on.

"P-Pah!"

Celica pulled out of their kiss with a sharp gasp. She openly panted as her tongue rubbed over her swollen, sore lips. Drool poured out of her mouth and fell in ignoble streams against her covered chest. "G-Gods...h-how did yo-ooooh," she struggled to croak out.

"Caeda is...very adamant," the prince mumbled out as his cheeks glowed in the dark. Realization quickly crashed on him while his body continued to churn her again and again. His trespass made him turn his head in shame. "Forgive me- I shouldn't have taken your kiss like that. It was not pro-pmph?!"

The princess cut him off as she slammed her lips back against him. She eagerly pushed her mouth over his tongue before she pulled back and gasped out, "A-A-As long as Caeda allows it, it's fine...right?"

Marth nodded, not trusting his words. Satisfied, Celica captured his lips again. The intense pleasure spurred them on and on as they each rose dangerously close to the point of no return. Celica's hips churned Marth's cock until one thrust struck her.

"Mmmmph!"

Celica's eyes rolled back as her womb was stained in the seed of Altea. The holy temple of a Mila devout was flooded and packed full of the ichor from one of Naga's chosen. Her body shuddered and spasmed even as her hips continued to greedily buck and roll to coax more and more of Marth's cum into her greedy loins.

Neither one noticed as the moon rose overhead or the bustle of the city dwindled outside their alley. Neither Prince nor Princess cared to notice as one by one the lanterns in the windows burned out and cast the city in a blanket of comfortable darkness. They simply went on and on, long after their screaming lungs deafened them or their weary hips threatened to give out. Such was the intense negotiations that bound and united Altea and Zofia together.