"Really? You stayed still that long?" Flavia scoffed in disbelief.

Her fellow Khan snorted and set his own flagon down as his voice boomed through the empty palace hall. It was just the two of them right now, as everyone else was either retired for the night or out on patrol while the pair of Feroxi did as they did best - drink, trade barbs, and share stories of past battles and glories.

"Damn right - I wasn't about to give that bastard an excuse to trample me under his horse," Basilio declared as he glared at the East Khan with his one good eye. "Trust me, If I had my axe nearby, I would've done that in a heartbeat."

"Even with all those soldiers?" Flavia challenged him as she drank more of her mead - supposedly the finest that Ylisse had to offer, but didn't hold a candle to good old Ragna Ferox grog. "Gods, and here I thought you'd actually grown a brain. Should've guessed the only head of yours worth a damn was the one below, huh?" she sighed.

"Never heard you complain about it before, Flavia," the West Khan fired back.

"Hah, you've never heard me praise it either!" Flavia fired back with a wild, boastful grin. She slammed her flagon down and gave a tug at her undercoat beneath her armor. "Fancy to change that tonight, you oaf?" she challenged him with narrowed eyes

"Bwahahahah! Not even subtle tonight, Flavia?" Basilio bellowed with laughter but hardly rebuked her proposal.

"Why bother? We've got mead, it's just us - we know how this shit goes, don't we?" she shrugged her shoulders before she took initiative and began to undo the straps of her armor.

"Yeah, guess so," the West Khan shrugged and finished the last of his drink before he began to disarm as well. Sounds of loud bangs and thuds echoed through the empty palace chamber until both of them were down to their ragged small clothes and her armored boots. He looked over the lither, but still mighty East Khan before he noticed something near her shoulder. "New scar?"

"Hmm?" Flavia blinked and followed his gaze before she shrugged. "Oh that - just got a hit in from Chrom," she admitted with her arms crossed.

"Hah! that lad got you? And you call me old?" Basilio guffawed with his arms crossed over his rippled, scarred body. Flavia rolled her eyes and simply pulled off the rest of her underwear to show her own equally strong body, tempered in the subtle grace and curves of a proud woman.

"Damn right you bastard - now show me otherwise," she challenged him before she turned and presented her body. The West Khan drank in the decadent sight that loomed beneath her coiled hair. But before she could air her ire, she felt him grab her hips and ram up.

From behind.

"Fuck!"

Flavia howled as her ass stretched around the potent girth she was so accommodated to. That hardly meant it didn't hurt though. Basilio grabbed her ponytail and pulled it back to boast in her ear. "Hah, that's it? No other wo-hhurk!"

The East Khan's nails dug into his arms and left deep welts through the thick layer of muscles. She grit her teeth and snarled back with all the vim and vigor that scorched in her eyes. "Don't waste time on the bravado, oaf - just fuck me- now!" she snapped.

Her words, more a threat, made the West Khan growl back before he recoiled and pushed forward again. The tight puckered rear stretched around his dick as he railed his equal and rival with a vigor that wouldn't be out of place on the battleground. He gave her no quarter, and that was just the way she liked it.

Not like she'd offer him any in exchange.

"S-Shit!" Flavia swore and dug her fingers into his arms. He growled and doubled his strokes until she was left on her armored boot tips. His hand released her hair and tried to pin her from her blind side, only to be rebuffed as her other hand grabbed his forearm as well.

"D-Damnit, woman!" Basilio grunted while he tried to force her arms up in a hold. However, her own strength managed to rebuke him as the two Khans clashed together with wild and wanton abandon. Neither one had a care for how loud and rancorous they were as the sounds of their battle bounced off the palace walls.

"C-Come on, Oaf - don't tell m-ngh!-e that's all?" The East Khan goaded him as she crashed her ass back against his crotch. Her hands shifted up to grab his wrists while he tried to lock her arms down. "Hah! Trying to pin me? Do-ooh-n't make me laugh!"

The West Khan flexed his beefy arms and pulled tight against her shoulders. Only her hands on his wrists kept him from being able to leave her locked down while he bent her forward and pounded her tight ass. The friction and heat made his remaining eye wince as he grunted out, "Keep talking, woman - gonna wipe that smirk off your damn f-fuck!"

Flavia smirked at the coarse oath that echoed out of his mouth. She suppressed the involuntary shiver from her nape to her loins while she goaded and mocked him. "What was that, Basilio? I couldn't hear you," she faked a yawn through her wince.

Basilio didn't respond right away, which was a concern in and of itself. Somehow his lack of a retort or rebuttal made the steel-veined woman even more anxious than whatever he could've said. His silence persisted over her grunts and the meaty claps until it became almost unbearable. 'Say something, you bastard!' she snarled in her head.

"This!"

The West Khan suddenly let go of her hand and quickly grabbed her ponytail again. His other wrist locked around her taut stomach as he hoisted her off her feet and directly impaled her ass on his dick. It was an abrupt assault…and she felt it only an instant later.

"FUCK!"

Flavia snarled and thrashed against him, but his sudden grip change had left her chances slim. No matter how much she clawed and pulled at his arms he wouldn't break his grasp. The weight that pinned her stomach and the force that yanked on her hair was enough to bring a genuine spark of anger over the thick cloud of lust that had washed over her. "FUCKING FUCK YO-OOMPH!"

Basilio cut her off as he yanked her head back and slammed his lips down on hers. He was smart enough to keep his tongue out of range of her teeth as she bit and chewed on his lip. Slowly through the rigors of sex and the way her screams echoed back into her mouth she found herself slowly being lulled. Only after the endless string of curses stopped did he pull back.

"I'd say keep your damn voice down…but I think we've both woken the Risen up at this rate, huh?" he mocked her.

"Fuck you, Basilio…now fuck me," she demanded as she openly drooled and panted.

They went on long into the night, trading barbs and oaths as the two Khan's hips battered and bashed together. Neither one wanted to give the other the win and were determined to make the other buckle first. And while Basilio's superior strength could usually outlast her, the truth was that he was still quite rattled and winded from his experiences in Valm.

And he showed that - explosively.

"GAAH!"

Basilio stumbled back as his cock erupted into Flavia's tight ass. His back hit the sturdy bench with a loud crash that could well have rattled the palace walls. His fellow Khan was too enraptured in a mix of pain and euphoria as she sprayed her own climactic juices all over Basilio's legs and the bench.

"Hah! Haah…haaah…"

She shook her head clear and tried to control her breath. The stars in her eyes burned out as the smoky, dimly lit chamber swirled around her. With a weary grunt, she pulled her hips off the Khan's cock and struggled to stay upright as the thick slurry of spunk leaked down her thighs and into her boots. She suppressed a shudder and instead turned to face her drinking and dicking partner. "Basilio?" she panted.

Nothing - no signs at all. Her exhaustion abandoned, Flavia rushed to his side and slid down on her knees as she shook his body. "Basilio? Basilio!" she snapped and smacked his cheek to jar something out of him.

"Hnugg…"

The East Khan blinked and sighed at the weary, slurred sigh that passed his lips. He shifted up on his elbows and rubbed his tired eye. "Good, still breathing?" she smirked and smacked his cheek again.

"Dammit, woman..yeah yeah - just need to catch my breath first," he grunted and slumped back on the bench. Flavia scoffed at him but didn't further admonish her fellow Khan's weakness. So instead she hiked her legs over his lap and straddled atop him and his still-potent cock.

"Well then sit back and try not to fall asleep, old man…"