A Game Of Endurance
Shamir let out a sharp breath as she let go of her bow's string, letting an arrow fly loose towards its target. As she expected, the shot nailed the wooden target many feet away.
"What an incredible shot, darling!"
Just before the Mercenary could grab another arrow to fire, her attention turned to the voice calling out to her. She looked as the purple-haired princess of Nohr, Camilla, walked towards her. "Princess Camilla." She said, her classic curt tone inflecting in her words. She gave the woman a nod to acknowledge her existence before turning back to her wooden target. Before she could pull her bowstring back, however, she felt the sudden embrace of the Princess' arms wrap around her. "Uh-!"
"Why the cold shoulder, dearie? Don't you remember our little agreement?"
Shamir turned to the Nohrian, doing her best to stay stone-faced. The blush growing wasn't doing her any favors, however. "...No, of course not." She retorted, looking over at the target she had made mincemeat of. "I was just finishing up practice. Give me a few more minutes."
The girl went to draw her bowstring once more, only to have Camilla's embrace grow stronger. "Nah ah ah~" She cooed, clicking her tongue as she did so. "The time has already been set. We're doing this now~"
Shamir tensed up as the woman's hands slid up her body, caressing her cleavage as her face drifted closer to her ear. Her straight-faced expression became more forced as her cheeks turned red.
"What do you say, hmm?" Camilla whispered. "We can go back to the castle to make this private… Or we can do this here~"
Shamir quickly glanced around, making sure nobody was around to witness this. The girl let out a sigh. "...Alright. Your room. Let's go."
"I must say, I was surprised to see you cave so soon." Camilla hummed, pouring herself a quick cup of tea as she began to undress.
Shamir took off her coat. "I couldn't have you distracting me while I practice."
Camilla chuckled as she took a sip of her tea. "Oh, I wouldn't have interfered with your training that much. After all, I wouldn't want to ruin your perfect bullseye record."
Shamir kicked off her boots. "Trust me, you couldn't. I stopped because it would have put your safety at risk."
Camilla put down her tea. "Oh? Are you sure?" She strutted over to the Mercenary, letting the last of her clothes fall to the wayside as she did so. "Because some of the 'methods' I've put you through in the past would like to disagree."
Shamir scoffed. "I've trained myself to keep my composure. I wasn't trying in those instance-Mm!"
The girl caught her words in her throat as the sudden grope of her breasts from Camilla threatened to force out a squeal. "Hmmm…" Camilla grinned, getting an all too familiar gleam in her eye that spelled trouble. "How about we put that to the test then?"
Shamir calmed her racing heart despite the woman kneading her boobs. "...What are you thinking?"
"A test, of sorts. We take turns trying to make the other climax. You get three minutes before you need to switch. And just to make it fair to you, It'll be best two out of three."
Shamir ignored the girl's subtle jab her way as she pondered the idea. She grabbed Camilla's hands, stopping her assault on her chest, and gave her a small smirk. "Alright, let's do it. Who goes first?"
Shamir struggled against the restraints on her wrists. She wriggled her arms, hoping that she wouldn't lose blood to them as they hung above her head. She looked to Camilla, who gave a sinister grin her way as she sashayed closer to her.
'Of course I go first.'
Camilla giggled as she stepped closer, building anticipation in the Mercenary. "Time to play~" The girl held a tome in her hand, reciting the incantation as the room around them began to glow. Once she had finished, she threw the book to the wayside, grinning from ear to ear as she inspected her 'hostage'.
"What was that for?" Shamir asked, her posture becoming more closed off as the Princess' eyes scanned over her.
"Oh, that? Just a spell to muffle our voices to anyone outside." Camilla's hands grazed Shamir's skin, reveling in just how silky it felt. "But I doubt it will be much help when you see what I put you through~" She applied more pressure to her hands, making Shamir shiver as her hands glided across her body.
Despite her racing heart, Shamir did her best to keep a straight face. She had practiced this in case that she had been captured. But the training she had put herself through was one thing. Actually having to endure the real deal was another.
And Camilla knew her craft well.
The Princess gave the girl's rear a sudden, hearty slap. Shamir's eyes widened at the sudden sting, but she kept her voice contained.
"Ohh, how lovely...:" Camilla whispered. Her eyes became fixated on the Mercenary's behind, noting just how much meat there was. The woman gave it another slap, enjoying just how much the pillowy flesh jiggled from her impacts.
Shamir prepared herself for another spank against her rear. To her surprise, that's not what happened. The girl's breath hitched as she felt the sudden cuddling of her behind by the beautiful Princess. The girl's hands kneaded the Mercenary's rump as her face rubbed against it.
"Mommy's sorry, dear…" She whispered, rubbing her cheek against Shamir's 'cheeks'. The Mercenary looked back in confusion, unsure as to what the girl had planned next.
Her questions were answered as another slap came across her ass. Shamir tried her best to stay calm, but it was proving to be difficult. Each swat across her butt left a stinging pain that… felt kind of nice. As much as she wanted to deny it, Shamir was starting to feel good. The pangs of pain from Camilla's spanks quickly washed away as pleasure took its place. To make matters worse for the girl, Camilla would switch up her strategy every now and again, cuddling in close and muttering sweet nothings to her.
"You've been naughty~" Camilla said, planting another strike against the Mercenary's ass. Swat after swat struck Shamir's rear. As much as the girl tried to keep her voice contained, her body gave away just how good she felt. Shamir's body shivered with each slap the woman delivered. Her breathing became more labored the harsher Camilla went.
Despite that, her expression remained unwavering.
"Nicely done, dear!" Camilla cheered. "I expected you to at least let out a gasp."
Shamir felt a bit of pride at her words.
"I guess that means I have to go even harder now~"
The pride Shamir felt immediately faded.
With one last spank across her ass, Camilla giggled as a hand snaked its way towards Shamir's crotch. The girl's fingers drifted mere inches away from her pussy, feeling the slight drips of excitement fall onto her digits.
Despite that, Camilla didn't put them in.
Shamir's heart began to race even faster. She knew full well that Camilla planned to sucker punch her body's senses. She braced herself for that sudden bliss to fill her, but the anticipation was beginning to kill her. Was she going to do it now? Perhaps she would leave it there to tease her for a little longer. But she wouldn't let the time limit on their session run out before putting them in… right?
As soon as doubts and second-guesses began to fill the Mercenary's mind, she knew there was no going back. Endless possibilities to what the Princess would pull off flooded her mind, making her body involuntarily quiver.
Just as the Princess had hoped for.
Camilla grinned as she struck the girl's rear once more, making her cheeks redden as she dug her fingers into the girl's snatch, making her other cheeks redden.
"Hrrm-!"
This one-two punch finally got a response from the woman. Shamir's stone-faced exterior finally showed a crack. Her voice eked through her lips, but just barely. Her knees buckled at the rush of euphoria through her system, her body only being kept up by the cuffs around her wrists.
Camilla chuckled once more at the girl's plight. "My, my, I finally got a response from you, hmm?" Shamir stayed silent, redoubling her efforts to keep quiet. "Ohhh, how cute! Trying to stay silent for Mommy, are you?" Shamir looked ahead, concentrating on keeping herself under control. "Well, you should know that those who don't answer me get punished…" Camilla licked her lips, eager to pull some serious moves on the Mercenary.
Shamir immediately felt the woman's fingers move around inside her pussy, trying to search for the best place to touch to get a reaction from the woman. To help get a response, Camilla's other hand began to spank the girl's rear once more, making a dizzying concoction that the Mercenary had to take.
"How does that feel? Good?" Camilla asked. Shamir kept quiet, not wanting to lose her concentration. The woman sighed at her lack of an answer. "I should have guessed as much… It seems to me that I'll have to bring out some other tool-"
BRNNNNNGGGG!
Both girls turned to the source of the noise. To the relief of Shamir (and dismay of Camilla), Three minutes had passed.
Camilla relented on what she was doing, letting out a disappointed sigh as she did so.
"I still had a lot of fun ideas to try on you, dear…" She muttered.
Shamir smiled as the cuffs around her wrists got unlocked. "My turn."
Shamir - 0
Camilla - 0
Camilla wasn't entirely sure as to what Shamir would have planned for her. From their previous flings in the bedroom, she had shown herself to be into a lot of different things. But once the girl pulled out a few straps, she knew what she was in for.
Not only had the girl gotten her strapped up in a matter of moments, but she also got the Princess to wear a blindfold. Honestly, Camilla was impressed.
Unlike her little fling with the girl prior, Shamir was kind enough to put her on the bed for this action. However, the lack of sight meant she could only tell where Shamir was going to be due to the displacement of weight on the bed.
The Princess wriggled around in her bondage, trying to see if there was a way to get more comfortable. Unfortunately for her, She had no such luck. She was stuck to having her lay on her stomach, arms and legs tied behind her.
Camilla perked her ears up, hoping to get some inkling on where the girl was based on sound. But much like the ninja of Hoshido, she couldn't pin down her location.
The Nohrian Princess felt her heart begin to race. What would Shamir do to her? Treat her to the same spanking she had delivered earlier? Play with her breasts? Give sloppy, wet kisses to her unexpecting mouth?
No matter what it was, Camilla was ready. With a smile on her face and a shiver of anticipation, she welcomed whatever the girl had planned.
The sound of a book slamming against the wall immediately caught Camilla's attention. This was shortly followed up by said book clattering to the ground, making the girl fixate her blind gaze in that direction. She grinned.
"You thought you could sneak up on me, didn't you?" Camilla teased, certain her face was fixated on Shamir. That wry smile she wore quickly dissipated as the sudden touch of cold hands grabbed hold of her breasts. "OOOH!" Camilla's head shot back in surprise as her voice rang out.
Shamir grinned. Just as she expected, tossing a book to the other side of the bed grabbed the girl's attention. That made planning this sneak attack all the easier. The Mercenary continued to knead the woman's breasts, showing no mercy to the woman as she did so.
"C-Cold!" Camilla exclaimed. "Why are y-your hands… So cold!?"
Shamir didn't answer, only letting out a quiet chuckle at the girl's expense. The book thrown prior was a beginner's spellbook, teaching simple magic tools someone could use. The girl thought it best to keep this info to herself, as it was likely she would be on the receiving end of this had Camilla known about it.
The Nohrian Princess continued to squirm as freezing fingers traced across her skin, paying extra attention to her sensitive nipples. With each touch or slight flick, the girl felt a surge of pleasure run through her. Shaky breaths began to overtake Camilla as her body quivered in delight. Her hips squirmed against the restraints as twat began to moisten in excitement.
Shamir had the advantage of surprise on her side now, meaning each action she took would be more riveting to the Princess' senses.
It was time to take full use of that.
Camilla's breath hitched as she felt Shamir's cold hands trail down her body. From her breasts to her stomach, to her thighs before grazing her sopping snatch. Just like she had done to Shamir before, the Mercenary let anticipation mount up in the woman before delivering her blow. Careful, slow, methodical gropes of her chest kept the girl's body waiting in wanton passion. As much as she didn't want to, Camilla had a feeling this could very well make her break. She squirmed and wriggled, subtly shaking her head as her teeth ground together in preparation.
But no amount of preparation could prepare her for when it actually happened.
"A-AAAAHH!"
Camilla's voice echoed across the room as she cried out in sheer bliss. Her body shook and spasmed with each motion of Shamir's fingers. The Mercenary's sudden dive into the Princess' pussy was juxtaposed by slow thrusts of her arm. Her frigid fingers moved slowly, almost painfully so. But this only added to the girl's experience. The lazy approach kept the girl on edge as to what Shamir had planned. That, in addition to the girl's other hand massaging her breasts, kept the girl in a delirious state. Whenever her body was about to feel a low point, Shamir would come along and raise it to be a high.
"Ahh! Ahhhhah! AHHHHH!" Camilla cried out, unable to keep her voice to herself. Shamir smirked. Ironic how the silence spell was originally meant for her. Her delight at the situation only grew as she felt Camilla's hips begin to buck. From the looks of things, she wasn't going to get through this round.
"Almost there?" Shamir said. Despite her deadpan delivery, Camilla could sense the cheekiness in her tone. The Princess tried to formulate words to make some scathing bark back at the woman, but found her moaning voice interrupting whatever she had planned. The woman silently cursed at herself. The blindfold was to heighten her other senses! Something so simple was proving to show its effect by the way her body was reacting. Her inner walls began their attempts to squeeze the girl's fingers, showing just how close she actually was.
This small sign of weakness was enough for Shamir to take full advantage of it.
Her docile motions with her fingers quickly ramped up, delivering the fullest possible experience to the woman. Her chilly digits kneaded her large bosom, making sure to give the nipples a good pinch to add onto it.
"G-GRRNNN!" Camilla gritted her teeth, trying to quell her body's desire.
Her hand in Camilla's twat twisted and twirled, making sure that no inch of the woman's inner walls was left untouched.
"O-OOAHH! N-NOOOO!" Camilla exclaimed, knowing full well what her body was prepared to do. It didn't take long for her fears to come to fruition, as with one last push, Shamir got the girl to climax.
Camilla's head swung forward as her body shook in delight. Her arms and legs attempted to move but found themselves restrained by the straps around her body. This, in turn, left her body to jerk about as euphoria guided her like a puppet on strings. Sweat pooled down her skin as her voice bounced around the room, giving great delight to the Mercenary. Shamir's smile only grew as she felt the constant spasming of Camilla's warm velvet walls around her frigid digits, proving full well that she had won this round.
Camilla gasped as her voice sputtered incomplete sentences. Shamir's technique was too great for her body to process. She attempted to pull away as her body's bliss became too great to deal with. However, her restraints gave little (if any) distance away from the girl, leading Shamir to double down on her climaxing body.
"EEAAHHH!" Camilla cried out once more. Her attempts to drive away the girl were overtaken by her body's wanton needs. Her brain tried to pull her body away from her fingers dancing in her folds, but her body only thrust itself closer. This loss of control kept the girl riding on her high for a few moments longer. Her desire to pull away eventually faded. Her shivering body began to rock against the girl's fingers. Her lips began to purse into one of pure, carnal desire.
As painful as the experience of losing a round was, The euphoria she felt when it happened was a nice alternative.
BRNNNNNGGGG!
The sudden sound of their timer going off snapped both of them out of their daze. Camilla took a second to shake her head, trying to clear any remaining perverse feelings she felt about this.
"Looks like I won this one." Shamir said, taking the blindfold off the woman to see her cocky smirk. "Good thing you gave yourself another round. It gives you a chance to tie up the score before I break you."
The Mercenary's sudden hubris didn't phase Camilla. She only scoffed, chuckling to herself as Shamir began to remove the bindings off her. "Oh, my dear, sweet Shamir…" She began, licking her lips as ideas began to form in her head. "You have no idea what kinds of things I have planned for you."
Shamir - 0
Camilla - 1
Shamir didn't take the Princess' words seriously. Just like last time, she was shackled to the center of the room, arms raised above her head. There were only three differences this time. For one, Camilla raised the shackles around her wrists to be just a bit higher, meaning the girl had to stand on her toes to keep herself from hanging by her wrists. The second chance was a round, shiny, ball gag placed in her mouth. She wasn't sure why she put it there, as she wasn't one to be very verbal, but Camilla definitely had something planned. The final thing, however, Shamir was surprised by.
She was wearing the clothes of another hero.
Shiny, white armor pads were strapped to her shoulders. A purple dress covered her twat, but Shamir would use the term 'dress' lightly. The thing was barely long enough to hide her pussy and left her legs completely exposed. A breastplate kept her bosom contained, but Camilla made sure to take off the girl's bra, leaving her bosom to touch the cold plating of the armor.
"Do you like it, dearie?" Camilla teased. Shamir only glared daggers at her, making the Nohrian giggle even more. "Oh, hush now, darling. I think Larcei's outfit suits you. After all, it really shows off your… best features~" Shamir felt Camilla's hands trail across her legs, slowly climbing up to her waist. Shamir showed no signs of a struggle, knowing full well that's what Camilla wanted. She kept her composure, biting down on the gag the girl gave her to help focus.
The firm squeeze the woman gave her rear told her that it was a good idea.
"My, my, you certainly are tense, aren't you?" Camilla teased. Shamir kept her determined stare, not wanting to show any semblance of a crack in her demeanor. "It's so cute watching you look so angry like that. You remind me of my retainers~" Camilla got to her knees, shuffling closer to the Mercenary's waist as she continued. "Your silence and unreadable face… It's just like Berkua's. But I see the slightest bits of anger in your eyes… Determined to beat me, perhaps?" Shamir gave no response, telling the Princess everything she needed to know. "...Not wanting to lose… Ha, ha, just like Selena~" Camilla's face was now directly below the woman's hips. Her eyes scanned the glistening entrance of Shamir's twat, grinning as she gave a few more words. "Unfortunately for you, I find those two absolutely adorable… So I'm getting the best of both worlds~"
With those words fresh off Camilla's lips, the Princess slammed her mouth against the woman's sopping cunt. Shamir's stone-faced expression immediately cracked at the sudden rush of euphoria climbing her body. She let out a sudden spasm, giving away just how good this felt for her.
Camilla said nothing, only giggling as she continued to enjoy the taste of Shamir's pussy. Much like a succubus, the lascivious licks and greedy gulping of the Shamir's excitement fueled the Princess' every action. Each taste of the girl's velvet walls made her dig her tongue in deeper, lapping up every bit of the girl's sweet nectar that she could.
Shamir's glare immediately gave way, her expression now being one of dread. Her body twitched and her hips bucked against the girl's face, leaving her little room to escape from this one without orgasming. As a last-ditch effort, Shamir attempted to push herself away from the Princess' mouth. Her toes barely touched the ground, leaving her very little leeway to dismount and give her a breather. The slight sway away from Camilla gave the girl no hope. In fact, it only worsened her current condition.
Camilla stopped her tongue lashings, peeking her head out from under the small drape of Larcei's skirt. "Nah ah ah…" She smirked. "You have to endure the full time I have you." Shamir felt the girl's hands slide down her hips, now firmly planted on her waist. "And if you plan on being naughty, then I've got the perfect punishment for you." The grip around Shamir's thighs suddenly became iron-locked.
'Oh, n-'
Camilla dragged the girl's body closer to her face, smothering her face against Shamir's crotch. The Mercenary's head immediately kicked back in response. Her attempts to squirm out of this grip proved fruitless, as the Princess' hands got her locked solid. The girl quivered as more of her excitement leaked into Camilla's maw, letting her enjoy the sweet taste of Shamir's slit. The only reprieve Shamir felt in this situation was, ironically, what was causing her current struggle. Thanks to Camilla's efforts, the girl was now 'comfortably' sitting atop the Princess' face, whether she liked it or not.
Shamir's legs tried to reach the ground, but the combo of her distance away from it and the constant bouts of pleasure running through her system made it an impossibility. Each attempt to reach her feet downward was foiled by a sudden burst of bliss, making her legs kick up as she sat powerless to do anything. Panic began to set in Shamir. She looked to the timer, hoping, praying, it would end. But unfortunately for her, the timer of her body's orgasm was coming.
Shamir gave one last attempt to kick herself free from the girl, wriggling and writhing as her body got closer and closer to its release. Camilla only grinned, encouraging her to double down on what she was doing. Her tongue began to change how it would go about its tactics. From simple darts back and forth to slow, swirls around her velvet walls, The Princess was hoping that the Mercenary would be delirious.
And delirious she was.
Shamir's last-ditch effort began to ebb away as pleasure took hold. The panic in her face slowly faded as bliss took over. The girl's wriggling and writhing eventually changed their reasoning. And most importantly, her twat was contracting quite often.
With a shudder and a low hum, Shamir gave into her orgasm. Her hips bucked themselves closer into the Nohrian's face, letting the girl know full well she had lost. Wave after wave of euphoria ran through Shamir's head as Camilla continued to taste her twat. The Mercenary's eyes rolled back, showing just how effective this orgasm was.
The continual flow of the girl's nectar was only second in terms of satisfaction with the situation. The Princess' pride only permeated her actions as Shamir's head swam in passion. Spasm after spasm continued through the Mercenary as her high slowly came down.
Once the Nohrian was certain that she had done the girl in, she pulled away, leaving a string of her saliva from her lips to Shamir's lower lips.
"My, my, you really seemed to enjoy yourself, Shamir~"
The Mercenary said nothing, only looking away as a blush formed on her face.
BRNNNNNGGGG!
'Of course it goes off now.'
Shamir - 1
Camilla - 1
Camilla let out a relaxed sigh. Despite having her limbs strapped to each corner of the bed, the girl was feeling tranquil. She knew that Shamir had big plans for her, so she used this time to get comfy. "This bed feels so wonderful when you're not tied up in knots on it…" Camilla mused. She glanced over to Shamir, who was still getting things ready just out of view. "Why don't you come join me? I am just dying to know what you'll do to me~"
The pompousness in her voice was not lost on the Mercenary. As much as she tried to hide it, Shamir couldn't help but have frustration plague her actions. She knew she had the lead at the moment, but she also knew that Camilla's pride wasn't unfounded. She needed this to work, lest she be made the fool by the Princess next round.
The girl eyed up her current 'appendage', hoping that her newly adorned strap-on would give her some sort of edge.
With one last sigh, Shamir rubbed her hands together, focused on eking out a victory.
"Ah, finally ready?" Camilla teased. "Well, I hope you brought your A-game because I certainly brought mine~"
Shamir paid no mind to the Nohrian's words. She knew that whatever the girl would say to her wasn't going to last once she started.
The Mercenary crawled onto the bed, getting herself situated before she began. Camilla glanced up at her, noting the rather large strap-on the girl wore. "Wow, for me? I'm honored!" She mused, giggling at the unusual color choice for the appendage.
"Open wide." Shamir commanded.
Her emotionless delivery only made the Princess giggle even harder. "Your 'feistiness' is adorable!" Camilla joked. Shamir's eye twitched at the jab her way, but she didn't let it get any further.
Taking matters into her own hands, her hand grabbed the Nohrian's jaw, squeezing her cheeks to force open her chuckling lips. "Enjoy." She added, thrusting her off-colored appendage into the Princess' maw. Camilla's giggling immediately ceased as her airway got clogged by the dildo, making her silence her voice as Shamir slowly rocked her hips back and forth. A soft, almost silent coo left her lips. The member she was wearing was just barely in the Princess' throat and there was still a lot more of the strap-on left to enter. Shamir kept a slow, steady rhythm, trying to get Camilla (and herself) accustomed to the large size.
Shamir had never worn something of this size before. Many in the past had been smaller, but this one was a beast of its own. The unfortunate side effect of this was that, to center the massive girth between her legs, she had to insert the other end into herself. To say that the massive member was driving her crazy would be an understatement. It was taking all her willpower not to let her voice peep through her lips.
Shamir looked down, taking note of Camilla's face. The Princess was wide-eyed, but it was obvious that she was prepared for more, so more she gave. Shamir's hips sank closer towards the Nohrian's gullet, letting the woman experience just how much she had to take. Camilla's eyes began to water, letting Shamir know that her efforts weren't in vain. She retreated her appendage from the girl's maw, letting Camilla catch her breath.
"...My goodness…" Camilla sputtered, coughing a bit to clear her throat. "That was quite the size…" A cheeky grin came across her face. "But with the pace you're going at, there's no chance you could get me to lose~"
Shamir said nothing. She knew that. So she had to really bring the hammer down to put this girl into overdrive.
Without saying a word, Shamir twisted her body, facing towards the Princess' nude form rather than her face.
"Trust me." Shamir said. "I know just how to make you break." The Mercenary's hands grabbed the girl's head, tilting it back to give easy access for the entirety of her shaft. The girl once again pried Camilla's mouth open, deciding to finally let loose one quick verbal jab towards the Nohrian. "Playtime's over~"
Shamir's smirk showed for only a second before she dove her appendage in, filling the Princess' throat with all she had. The thrust was so quick and forceful that both ladies felt it deep within their core, making them both pause for a second to shudder. Before Camilla could catch up, Shamir doubled down, pounding the Nohrian's face with her hips with fervor. Camilla's restrained limbs twitched and jerked about, not used to this sort of treatment her body was getting. Her voice tried to cry out, but the constant thrusting made her voice muffle and gag. With each connection their bodies made, Camilla's cunt began to glisten more and more, showing just how much she was getting off to this.
Something that Shamir anticipated. Shamir's stony expression began to slide away, letting her body's growing joy show in her face with each strain of the Nohrian's voice. And thanks to her current position, she could emote all she wanted without having the Princess see. Something she took full advantage of.
As pleasurable as this was for Camilla, Shamir was feeling it as well. Due to the massive member inside of her snatch, each reverberation of her waist was felt in her core, sending bliss up her body. This double-edged sword was risky, but the Mercenary had a plan to handle this unusual situation.
While the Princess was busy getting lost in the pleasures around her mouth, Shamir leaned her face closer to the girl's pussy, ready and willing to give a bit of payback for the last round. She approached as slowly as she could, her face now inches away from the sopping entrance. And, much like a spy from the shadows, she leaped forward and stuck.
Camilla's muffled voice rose an octave at the sudden burst of pleasure she felt assaulting her nether regions. Her attempts to look down were thwarted by the constant barrage of Shamir's hips slapping her face, making her endure more of the strap-on. The Princess' waist turned and quivered about, trying to dodge the tongue lashing that Shamir was giving her. Despite her best efforts, the Mercenary's mouth stayed locked onto her pussy, tasting every part of the Princess' royal walls. To make sure no inch was spared, the girl's hands wrapped around her legs, locking them in place as her fingers pried open the girl's slit.
Camilla's eyes rolled back at the experience she was having, bliss taking hold of her as she squirmed about. Her cries, muffled and muted by the appendage, began to chant the Mercenary's name. Even if she couldn't decipher it, Camilla's lust-fogged brain thought that the thought would count. Her body continued to shudder and spasm, making her recoil into the woman atop her sporadically.
Unbeknownst to Camilla, this was only making the job harder for Shamir. Not only was the constant wriggling messing with her flow, but it also goaded the girl's euphoria. Each small movement made added many multitudes of pleasure to Shamir, who found it hard to concentrate through it all. Her mind began to get lost in the haze of passion, making her body move on auto-pilot.
This constant feedback loop left the two in a state of delirium, each fueling the other into their eventual orgasm. As much as she didn't want it to happen, Shamir felt her body beginning to cave to desire. The large dildo in her twat shook and quivered about with each thrust of her hips, not helped by the recoil of the Princess' maw. The constant lapping up of Camilla's sweet nectar began to get mixed in with her saliva, unintentionally drooling as she reveled in the woman's taste.
Camilla began to close her eyes, feeling surprisingly tranquil despite the constant wanton attention her body was getting. She had accepted the situation, allowing Shamir and lust to do what it will to her. Her moans became more delightful and shameless, despite how choked up they sounded. Despite the tears in her eyes, she never felt happier than she did right now.
BRNNNNNGGGG!
The sound of the timer rang through the room, telling the ladies that their time for fun was over. Despite that, however, they continued, allowing their promiscuous behavior to endure. As luck would have it, both began to feel their impending climaxes. Camilla's muffled voice managed to break through the strap-on in her throat, letting Shamir hear the symphony she had wanted her to hear all along. This exuberant hum was absolute ecstasy to the Mercenary, who finally let a silly smile sprawl across her face. With one last thrust forward, the two climaxed, letting their voices echo around the room. Shamir felt the pleasure rush through her system. Her body eagerly tried to ride the high, giving the Princess' mouth a few quick, hearty thrusts to get the most out of this. Camilla, in turn, arched her back upward, letting the Mercenary's face dig in as far as it could into her sopping snatch. Their juices began to leak from their inner walls, allowing the other to enjoy a taste of it. Shamir, who already had a healthy helping of the taste of the Princess, only found herself enjoying more and more of the woman as she lapped up what she could. Camilla, who had only been having the taste of the appendage and spit up to this point, began to get bits and pieces of the taste of Shamir's slit, as the Mercenary's orgasm began to trail down the strap-on and into her maw. Despite the small serving, the girl reveled in it, hoping that it would never end.
Unfortunately for them, their ride of bliss began to slow itself down. After a few more thrusts from Shamir, the duo was done. Shamir pulled her waist away from Camilla, who had already missed the feeling of the dildo in her mouth. The two stayed there for a moment, letting their sweat-soaked bodies catch a breath as the timer continued to ring.
Shamir - 2
Camilla - 2
"Oh, no, a tie?" Camilla said. "How will we ever settle this?"
Shamir looked at the Princess. As much as she wanted to get back to her earlier training, the experience she just had made her want to stay. She let out a sigh as she made up her mind. "...How about we start over? Same rules as before?"
Camilla clapped her hands together. "That sounds wonderful!" She pulled out a golden coin, ready to flip it. "Now, heads or tails?"
"Heads."
The Nohrian tossed the coin in the air and let it land in her palm. A smile came over her face as she looked down.
Shamir sighed. 'Of course I go first…'