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The steady rumble from the waterfall rang in both their ears as Cordelia struggled up on her toe tips to greet the large, imposing prince. Her plump lips rubbed over his just as her petite, toned body writhed and squirmed against his imposing physique. She felt his arm wrap around her back before he pushed his palm down to cup a handful of her globulous asscheek for himself. Yet despite the obvious height and build advantage, he was oddly composed and deferential to the Ylissean pegasus paragon. The reason being quite simple

She had won.

In a spar of spear and sword, she had managed to best him, and so doing had earned her his submission, if only for today. Hence why they found themselves here, in the running waters of the temple grounds that had been tempered and tampered by fire magics into a constant heat. Far from any roaming eyes, and masked in a veil of steam to hide their sin.

"You fought well, lady Cordelia," The high prince of Hoshido murmured as he ran a hand up and down her sides. His lips remained close to hers while the webs of spit slowly broke between them. Hot water blasted from behind him over his body and onto hers before it ran down her lithe muscles and sank into the rocks beneath their feet.

"You as well, Prince Ryoma. I could scarcely keep up," she explained while her nails shamelessly rubbed against his finely-honed chest her cheeks easily matched the hue of her hair, yet she could hardly hope to stop as she marveled at his body with her eyes and hands. Her attempts at humility clashed against the obvious and open display against him.

The High Prince said nothing else while he let her take his lips again. Cordelia pushed forward as she balanced on her foot for the extra height needed to capture his lips. Her hand departed from his well-built chest and instead reached down for the ancestral pride that hung between his legs. A dainty palm that could barely hope to cup such a potent girth rubbed down from base to tip and back again.

The knight broke their kiss and murmured in his ear. Ryoma nodded before he reached down and grabbed her thighs. With ease, he lifted her up until her puffy, drenched loins perched against his tip. Her arms hoisted over his broad shoulders and clamped around his muscular neck. She looked down on him from her slight elevation with her nose pressed on his.

A single nod.

He pulled her down.

"Mmmmm, O-Ooooh," Cordelia mewled as her curvaceous hips rolled down his crotch. The water ran between their muscular bodies and lubricated her descent along his girth. Her spine arched back slightly to really give her pelvis room to dig against his tight abs. "Gods...s-so big," she mumbled as her hands stayed wrapped around his neck.

Ryoma let her settle on his cock as her puffy lips rubbed over his crotch. His fingers glided up and down her well-toned thigh as he waited for her to adjust to his potent girth. Her long, brilliant red hair mixed against his brunette until they'd been woven together in wet clumps. Eventually, she stirred and twitched as she began to pull herself up his cock.

Their pace was slow, almost languid as they simply relished the feeling of each other's bodies rather than the surge of pleasure. Cordelia's legs shifted up and wrapped around the Prince's hips. With his hands now free, he turned his attention and his ministrations to her hips and back instead. Cordelia's coos spurred him on as he let his fingers roam over the musculature of her back from down at her buttocks all the way up to between her shoulder blades.

The pegasus paragon was hardly idle while she took over both the pace and tempo of their thrusts. Her body easily adjusted to his girthy intrusion while she coaxed her wet loins up and down his shaft. The slow speed of her hips meant that she could feel every vein as it glided in and out of her pussy from tip all the way down to the base. Such sensations would oft be reserved for a union of lovers, not simply comrades. At least, if she were to draw parallels to a certain pegasus sister's penchant for literature.

Ryoma continued to worship the well-crafted beauty wrapped around his body while she rocked back and forth atop his loins. The sweat from their intense spar had long since washed away under the constant rumble of the waterfall. Their forms were concealed from the sunset until only lascivious shadows remained. Figures cloaked in steam as they ebbed and flowed together like tides on the rocks again and again.

"Aaah...So full," Cordelia panted while she continued to undulate against his crotch. Her hands slowly shifted off his nape and instead reached up along his nape, or back behind him against the worn temple wall. Her ears twitched as the soft moan of wind broke the constant hum of the water stream. A sudden rub against her most sensitive and reclusive of erogenous spots snapped her attention right back to the man she'd bested.

No hesitation. No doubt. The redhead leaned forward and took his lips again. Ryoma didn't break his hold for even a second as he let her tongue probe around inside his mouth. His hand shifted up from her toned back, through her wet hair, and right up to cup the back of her head. Her subtle shift in weight had him tip slightly back while his feet remained firm on the wet, rocky ground.

"Mmmmm~"

Deep, throaty moans echoed over the constant rush of warm water that drenched their bodies. The last licks of the sun disappeared as the moon cast its gaze over the temple grounds instead. The two warriors - a paragon and prince - continued to worship each other's fit bodies with gusto.