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"This is absurd!"

Chrom grimaced while he tried to focus on the papers placed in front of him. 'How is it that I wind up flung into another world and I STILL have this nonsense to cater to?' he lamented of this bothersome busywork. Anything to distract him from the irate, lilac-tressed beauty currently simmering beside him.

Camilla leaned over the desk with anger clear in her eyes. Her armored fingers dug into the wood until a concerning amount of scrapings had been gouged out. She paid no heed to how her breasts swayed or bounced between her arms as she needled him further. "Chrom, you cannot… I-It is absolutely reckless to put Corrin in danger like that!"

'Not sure how much danger she can really be in when she as Robin with her,' the Ylissean Prince mused before he addressed her directly with a voice that brooked no argument. "Princess Camilla - I understand your concerns - I truly do. But Corrin's an adult, and one that has shown herself to be adept in battle. It would be a waste to keep her back when Aytollis sorely needs the help," he insisted as he tried to keep his eyes on hers.

Camilla snorted, not at all appeased with this answer. She crossed her arms and leaned back with an unladylike huff. Whatever protest she had was paused as she keenly noticed Chrom's eyes follow her chest as it heaved between her arms. "Is that so…" she smirked.

The first Princess of Nohr stepped around the desk with a noticeable sway on her hips. Chrom followed her track with a quill firm in his hand. He watched her reach forward and delicately caress the feathers before her armored fingers dipped down to press against his pam. "Perhaps I could convince you otherwise on Corrin's behalf," the busty woman fluttered her eyes at him.

Chrom said nothing as she pushed his chair away from the desk. He looked down as he watched her lean forward with only a single leg still planted on the ground and the rest of her body atop him over the chair. It took all his willpower not to ogle her while he tried to muster out a firm protest. "Princess, this isn't pro-"

"Up-bup bup!" she cut him off as her finger tapped his lip. Camilla pressed forward against him until her chest was pressed against his and her knee was left alongside the rising bulge in his crotch. "Please - just hear me out, Prince Chrom~" she licked her lips and stared at him like a predator eyes her prey.

The chair groaned under them, but she paid it no heed. Chrom's free hand went to her hip in a vain attempt to dissuade her. But the jewel of Nohr refused to yield while her body pressed down against him. Her lips wound up dangerously close to his even as she continued to smear her finger against his mouth. Her other hand rubbed the space between his knuckles as she persuaded him with the finest weapons in her arsenal.

Chrom's hand squeezed around the quill as Camilla's fingers continued to tease him. His other hand stayed on her hip as she shifted and cupped his cheek instead. Her sizable bust was compressed down against his chest. Behind and below the bosom barrier he felt her thigh shift as she began to stroke the bulge in his trousers. "Princess," he grunted.

"Shhhh," she murmured as her lips trailed close to his. At the last moment and with merely a hairs' breadth to spare she shifted to his cheek and planted a long, wet kiss against him. Her ripe, painted lips left a lilac mark behind as well as a bridge of spit that connected her mouth to his face.

The chair creaked even more as Camilla's other leg shifted up atop him. Hard, well-worn wood was put to the test as the weight of two bodies pressed down on it. Its groans were nothing compared to the throaty growls that passed Chrom's lips as he felt both her luscious legs press against his engorged, uplifted trousers. Her supple pincer attack had already left him quite vulnerable even as he struggled against the rest of her attacks.

Camilla leaned further behind his cheek until she found herself at his ear. A playful nip left his lobe between her teeth. A sharp hiss of shocked pain escaped his gritted teeth. He arched back in his chair, still pressed down by her curvaceous body. "G-Gods!" he snapped out.

The Crown Princess softly blew warm breath in his ear before she pulled back around him. Her legs continued to gently squeeze his bulge as she slowly rolled her calves up and down. A sudden sharp gasp sent some spit against her cheek from the exalt's gritted teeth. She bit back her own chuckle while her hand traced down his neck and squeezed his shoulder instead. Her hips shifted back until her barely-covered crotch kissed the top of his swollen trousers.

She knew what he wanted, and he knew that she knew. His hand on the desk released his quill as she pushed him flat. His eyes clenched shut while hers fluttered atop him. They sat face-to-face with their lips just a few hairs apart.

His neck slowly shifted forward.

She pulled hers back.

"I believe I've made my point," the princess declared as she slowly slid away. She didn't miss how his hand instinctively reached forward to follow her, even while the rest of his body stayed stiff. Quite literally. Camilla's eye looked down at the frankly impressive sight between his legs and had to resist the urges between her own pressed thighs. Instead, she tossed her hair aside and turned to give him the pleasurable sight of her hips as she walked away. At the door, she paused for a moment.

"I look forward to seeing Corrin back here tonight...Prince Chrom~" she turned back and blew him a kiss.