"O-Ooh!"

"Hoy there!"

Emmeryn - former Exalt of Ylisse, blinked over the smooth white snow as she felt herself being held back. The snow-locked world under gray, winter skies seemed to freeze, save her sudden, sharp gasps of breath. She glanced behind her at the strong, admittedly handsome lad who had caught her and pulled her back up onto the path proper. "Careful, Aun…tah, your Grace!" he corrected himself as he helped tighten her overcoat against her body.

The woman shook her head and sighed with a smile on her lips. Her hands dipped into her large sleeves for warmth as she addressed him kindly yet with a certain, firmness. "Owain, please- don't refer to me in such ways. Besides, Chrom is the Exalt now. I am merely your aunt, and nothing more, yes?"

The way she said such matter-of-factual commentary seemed to overlook the fact he'd traveled back in time right before her very eyes. Her soft smile turned down as she shuddered to recall the unpleasant circumstances that had miraculously left her alive and well.

Mostly well.

"Yeah," the prince mumbled while he helped her back to her feet again. The usual cane was absent for her today, as she trusted her dear nephew to guide her through the frosty fields outside of Ylisstol. In turn, he gave her the freedom to walk at her own pace, and with whatever tremble she yet had. The results were a slow, but very promising progress to recovery.

Progress that made her squirm a bit in his arms.

"Owain…I wanted to speak to you. Candidly, if I may," Emmeryn started as she bundled into her coat. The future swordsman turned to her, clearly confused. She offered him a comforting smile as they walked towards a nearby tree stump, just off the beaten path.

"What is it, Ex…ah, Aunt Emmeryn?" he asked her, without any of his usual blusters. She appreciated that, if only because it showed he was listening to her intently.

"Well…I, I never got a chance to thank you. For what you did, she explained as she set her hand onto his. He looked down for just a second before his gaze returned to her. Emmeryn's smile -still radiant -dimmed just slightly as she forced herself to emphasize. "In Plegia?"

"…That was nothing, truly," he shook it away. The swordsman lept to his feet and caused snow to fly out from under his boot as he struck some familiar, flashy choreography. "Why it was a small matter for the likes of Owain Dark - I merely followed as my cursed sword hand compe-!"

She reached out and grabbed his hand again.

Owain stopped in a moment as his facade cracked like ice on a lake. "-Eh?" he blinked and turned to his aunt. "Please, none of that right now, Owain," she shook her head without losing her smile.

Her nephew slowly nodded as he sat down beside her again. The quick burst of energy had made his blood boil in his veins and given him a sense of vigor. Something that had his body react to how…voluptuous, his aunt was even in her winter coat.

Emmeryn kept her hand on his palm while she squeezed her fingers against his knuckles. Her other hand went to her chest as she tried to muster a courage she never thought she'd have. The bravery that went beyond her conviction to step off that cliff…if not for his last moment save, that is.

Owain watched the former Exalt carefully, for any signs of ill or woe. True, she was certainly well enough to stand and walk (albeit with a limp), but there was certainly a concern with the chill wind. 'Her hand feels…warm,' he noted while he looked over at her.

"I…well, I wanted to thank you like…" Her soft voice was nearly lost in the lowly moaning wind. Owain leaned closer to better hear his aunt…and that's when she pressed her lips against his.

"Hmmph?!"

Emmeryn's hand left her chest as she leaned into him. Her other hand stayed on his palm, lest he pulled away in recoil. She felt her heartbeat rapidly through her chest as she tried to ignore the intense confusion that had gripped her mind. She couldn't breathe. She couldn't think.

And she couldn't stop.

Owain recovered and fought his own impulses as he pulled back. The bridge of spit between them lingered and nearly froze in the air.

"A-Aunt Emm?" he gaped at her.

Forgive me, Owain - I know this is hardly proper," she apologized but didn't back off. Her hand shifted off his palm and reached up to the crotch of his pants. "But if you allow your poor aunt this kindness - then I will never burden you with this again, I swear," she promised him before she reached to unbuckle his trousers.

The swordsman fidgeted, clearly conflicted. This…surely this wasn't proper, was it? To consort as such with your family, of all people? Especially his aunt? The same one whose hand now reached into his tro-"O-Ooooh," he grunted.

"Gods, it's so…thick," Emmeryn gawked in awe as she ran her dainty, warm hand over Owain's potent sword. He grunted and shivered, from her ministrations and the chill. The former made her heart beat faster while the latter prompted her to act faster. 'Okay…just take a deep breath and-'

She bent down and pushed her lips over his crotch.

"A-Aaah!" Owain gasped and grabbed his aunt's hair. She winced at his touch but remained focused to stay plugged on his thick girth. She lightly bobbed her head, but mostly opted to keep her hands around the portion of his crotch that her mouth couldn't reach. Everything to keep this hot, throbbing blade sheltered from the elements.

'H-How is this…how did I…w-what?!'

The swordsman still couldn't process this - any of this. One second they were walking, the next she was bent over and giving him a tepid, but unfathomable worship on his lower head. The same lips oft-parted to offer sermons of peace or calls of piety were now wrapped around his shaft, much as her delicate fingers were as well. He couldn't see her face, but he could easily see her tiara as her head bobbed up and down in rythmn with the wet, smooth glides from his glans to the mid of his dick. "A-Auntie…E-E-Emm," he grunted.

Emmeryn didn't hear him while she put her whole being into this lascivious act. Her heart thundered in her chest, louder than a thousand horses in war gallop. Her head - oft clear and focused, was a jumble of disparate thoughts that ranged from guilt to glee. She flexed and squeezed her fingers between the cold that surrounded her and the hot warmth that almost burned in her palms.

Their small, simple field was silent, save the muted grunts from Owain and the soft slurps of Emmeryn's lips. She felt lethargy start to set in as her bobs grew more labored and sluggish. Whether from the chill or from her own limited, recovering body, she didn't dare to say. All she knew was that she wanted to coax one thing from him - one cry that would bellow through the trees much as his usual fare of pageantry.

"ERRRAGH!"

And she earned that - all her own.

"Mmph?!"

The former Exalt's cheeks swelled out as she struggled to swallow down his load. Rope after syrupy, hot rope shot down her throat and into her gullet. Her eyes rolled back as she grew faint and dizzy from the overwhelming sensations that threatened to send her over the edge as well. Somehow, someway - she stayed her feet. Or she was left behind.

"P-Pwuh!"

Emmryn's lips pulled free as one last load fired into her mouth and splashed on her tongue. She let it sit and bubble as the rest stewed between her teeth before she snapped her jaw shut and swallowed. A loud gulp broke the winter silence before she opened her lips and flashed a clean, vibrant smile.

That was so…warm," she mused with a notable rosy hue on her cheeks. Her fingers groped around under her chin and scooped up an errant dollop before it would've drizzled off her. She felt his eyes remain on hers while she brought the stained digit to her mouth and wrapped her lips around it. "Mmmm. And filling," she giggled.

Owain chuckled on impulse while he fumbled to sheathe his sword once more. The cold and the post-orgasmic stupor made him numb, but he still managed to seal away his potent power. Emmeryn watched with concern before she reached forward to try and coax him. "Owai-ngh!"

The former exalt stumbled forward and would've crashed into his lap if he didn't quickly secure her in his arms. She blushed at the close, intimate touch that persisted even through their thick winter garbs. "Ah, forgive me - it seems the chill is coming in. We should head back," she insisted.

He nodded and helped her back to her feet. Emmeryn took a shaky step back onto the pathway, with the swordsman close behind. Ready to catch her if she fell…or more fittingly, to stop her from ever falling again.

"…Owain? Would you…accompany me?" she asked him as they slowly walked back towards the snow-swept walls of the capital.

Owain blinked in confusion. "To the…palace?" he asked her.

She shook her head as her cheeks glowed in the powdery winter field. "To my chambers~"