"Oh! Oh! O-Oooh, Owaaaain!"
Camilla's sultry moans echoed across the ashen grounds and through the exuberant blond's ears while his hips continued to rock and crash against hers. His hands gripped her hips while her legs wrapped around his back and kept him trapped in her loins. The bare, legendary twin peaks of Nohr bounced and rippled before his very eyes. But right now he was trapped in a tense staring contest with a certain reanimated wyvern.
The very same one that currently had its master stretched out along its saddle, no less.
Owain's usual brash nature was put on abrupt hold while he struggled to focus between the seductive, beautiful body stretched out beneath him and the lifeless, passive gaze from the Malig as it stared back. That single, glowing red eye remained in Owain's mind even when he tried to turn back to the princess that writhed and cooed under him.
It should've been impossible to look away. Camilla was one of, if not the most, gorgeous women that the prince had ever seen. Each step simply radiated with poise and grace even as her voluptuous body undulated in the most tantalizing ways. Not even a layer of sweat over her disheveled, near-naked body could detract from the crown princess of war-thirsty Nohr - a land as hostile as she was beautiful, and both equally as deadly.
Far more deadly than the passive, undead wyvern that she rode into battle, and now writhed and squirmed atop.
"O-Oooh...are you scared of him, dear?" The princess sighed in a mixture of erotic bliss and irritation. Her answer came in the form of a sudden thrust into her tight pussy that made her squeak in shock. The Malig shifted and glared at the prince with its glowing red eye. An eye that easily kept the attention of the nervous youth robbed of his usual bravado.
She curled her finger around his chin and coaxed his attention away. "Don't look at that - look at me," she urged him.
Commanded him.
Her words earned the Ylissean prince's undivided focus while her hips kept him invested in her luscious, voluptuous body. She felt her Malig stir beneath her but urged him to stand down with a light tap on his neck. That alone seemed enough to pacify the reanimated beast while it watched her and her young stud rut and revel.
Yet despite the Crown Princess's words or encouraging moans, it was all too clear that Owain Dark was far, far too easily distracted. She felt his loins waver in her pussy, almost as if the fierce spirit was sapped from his flesh sword. Such a feat wouldn't sit well with the jewel of Nohr at all.
"Oh, Owain," she coaxed his attention back to her. Her hand reached up and stroked his shoulder. "Wrap your arms around me - nice and tight," she ordered with a breathy tone.
Owain swiftly obeyed as he pulled her into his embrace. The older princess giggled at his grasp while her heavenly bosom rubbed against his chest. Her nipples scraped over the coarse fabric of his overcoat and made her shudder in approval. "Mmm, that's it - good boy," she cooed in approval as her hand stroked his hair.
"Now, put your feet in the stirrups," she commanded him. Once more he obeyed as he struggled to put his legs into the straps at the side of the Malig's harness. Camilla rewarded his endeavors as her legs wrapped tight around his back. "Very good...now hold onto me nice and tight," Camilla urged him before she reached up and gripped the reins.
"Wait what do you me-eeeeeEEEEEEAN?!
Owain grabbed on for dear life as the Malig lazily pulled itself up into the air. His legs stayed locked in the stirrups and his arms stayed firm around the princess's shoulders. Camilla arched forward and gasped while she rubbed her bare tits against his chest. Her hands easily held the reins while her legs kept a firm hold around Owain's back.
"Aaah!" Camilla gasped in delight as she arched her body against the swordsman. The sudden chill around them hardly fazed the hardy princess while she reveled in licentious delight of this abrupt new euphoria. "Oooh, don't stop!"
"C-C-C-Cold!" He gasped back as he struggled to hold himself onto the Malig's harness. His open jacket fluttered around him while his bare legs shivered under an onslaught of goosebumps.
Camilla noticed his plight and squeezed her calves against his back. Her act gained his attention as she pushed herself up and rubbed her naked bosom on his chest. The heat from her skin made him grow still while she looked at him with a single, passionate eye. "Here...let me warm you up~" she licked her lips before she pulled him down into her body.
The Malig grunted and shifted as the irregular weight atop its back settled. Neither its rider nor her lover paid any more mind while they traded tongues and spit in a deep, passionate kiss. Owain's arms remained looped around her back as she rubbed her breasts against him for warmth. The reins on her wrist stayed mice and firm as she kept her body tight against his while her little pet lazily flew in the sky.
Owain practically melted against the beautiful, busty princess as he pushed his tongue past hers. She moaned and accepted his conquest while her legs remained tight on his back. His arms were pinned between her firm back and the leather saddle while his legs remained firmly locked in the stirrups. The constant motion and friction from his hips kept him warm while he filled her pussy with his throbbing hard cock. he broke his kiss long enough to gasp out, "C-C-C-amill-mph!"
She pulled him back into her wet, juicy lips as the first hot rope of spunk hit her eager womb. Throaty moans were trapped between their tongues while her Malig took them far from the volcano and into the horizon.