Silence.

They remembered the silence after that fateful day, on the battlefield. The violence that had surrounded him as he slumped over from his wounds. The voiceless screams as she tore and carved a bloody path to reach him in time. And the still that met her as she scrambled beside him. Still, save the faint, rhythmic beat in his chest.

Night had settled over Castle Sol. The trials of battle no longer echoed from the walls as the triumphant took much-needed rest. And yet for them, there would be no sleep. Not now that the gates had been torn open and all their feelings flowed forth.

Their past unions were brief- clandestine passion that had forsaken emotion in favor of succor. And yet as time wore on, they became something more - fleeting eyes, lingered touches, and the close caress of lips mere hairs apart. Yet it wasn't until that very day that they finally found what they needed most - both of each other, and of themselves.

Courage.

Robin's hands caressed her body, clothed only by faint candlelight. His own bandaged, yet able form pushed against hers as his desire rubbed and rolled between her shapely thighs. A pleased coo passed her lips and she reached back to cup his hips. Encouragement to do more.

The tactician complied as he rolled Lyndis onto her side. He felt her shapely rear press against his crotch while his hands caressed her stomach and reached up to cup her impressive bosom. The sway of her ponytail caressed his nose before he leaned down and began to nip and suckle at her nape. A pleased hiss passed her lips as she undulated her hips back against his cock.

No words were spoken between them - they weren't needed. As one, the two warriors drew their loins together until his tip caressed the velvet lips of her desire. His hands kept firm hold of her chest while his thumbs flicked and pressed her nipples. More hisses escaped her teeth before they pushed back and forth.

Together.

The familiar girth stretched her walls apart as she welcomed him into her most sacred, and fertile, chambers. The emerald pubic plain drew apart as his cock slowly pumped in as deep as he could manage. She let go of his side and instead squeezed the sheets of their sleeping mat while her hips continued to roll and undulate to coax him further in.

Robin's cock trembled in her pussy before he slowly thrust back. Their usual furor and rapid pace were abandoned - for the sake of his weary body, and simply to denote the shift. The flames of passion that had run wild over them had been overtaken by a slow, yet far more intense fire. Passion was replaced by something far more pure and powerful. Something that remained unsaid. But was always felt.

Lyn writhed and squirmed as she tempered herself down to match his pace. Her restraint earned her more feathery kisses on her nape and shoulder as well as some kneading and squeezes from her tits. Such tributes made the sweetest of sighs pass her lips, like a gentle breeze over the plains.

Robin paused only long enough to adjust himself. His hand reached around and pried her leg up to give him just a little more room in his thursts. Lyn's hand reached back and gripped her thigh from under her knee to aid him in this endeavor. She pushed her hips to the side and returned her neck far enough to face him. Darkness had masked his face as well as hers, with little more than the flickers of the candle's light to illuminate their sides.

They pushed together...and drew their lips in.

Soft, muted slaps and tender mewls were lost in the darkness. The lascivious shadows were cast against the far wall as swordswoman and tactician drew and parted together. Ebb and flow, like the tides. A seductive, sweet sway as the wind over the grassy plains.

Their lips remained locked as their hips continued to rub together. Sweat ran down her body onto his as he trembled and shuddered. His scratchy bandages made her skin bristle, but she made no motion of discontent. Not when her focus was so utterly and totally taken by the soft, pleasing touch of his lips on hers.

They parted for breath as spit lingered between them. Robin felt his strength wane away and grunted out in lamentation. Lyn understood his plight and nuzzled his chin. Her plan, while unspoken, was well understood. Slowly, the tactician brought his hips to a stop and shifted to his side onto his back.

The Sacaen beauty aided him as she found herself atop Robin. She felt his hands settle on her hips while her knees pressed against the mat. Her hips rocked back and forth as she tried to adjust to the girth still trapped between her velvet folds. Once she'd done so, she used her deft skill and a little tender precision to turn and face him once again.

Robin and Lyn locked eyes, with her now over him. His hands reached up to squeeze her fingers. An act she repeated as she began to bounce atop him again. He watched her bosom bounce and flop before his eyes while their fingers remained entwined.

Neither cared for the passage of time, only the inevitable drew close. Robin felt his body tremble beneath hers as the friction coaxed him closer and closer to the edge. His hips tried to buck up against hers even as his weary body screamed in protest. Lyn leaned forward and let her breasts dangle before his eyes. Her fingers squeezed his as she shifted and rocked back on his cock just enough to kiss him again.

He came.

The plainswoman mewled into his lips as his cum filled her womb. She almost missed him speak softly in the dark. Words that made her heart soar, yet also twist in agony.

Three sweet, bitter words.