Priam leaned into the woman that writhed atop him. The rustic inn quarters around them were cloaked in darkness as he wrapped a strong, bare arm over her back. His muscles rubbed dangerously close to the faded-yet-sensitive blemish that stretched from her nape down her spine and curled towards her hip. With a low, throaty grumble, he uttered her name. "Phila…"

A name -that was all she had. A name and a nasty scar that stretched over her back. She would've been lame if not for the intervention of a healer, according to her hazy recollections. At some point, the harsh deserts had shifted to the fertile greens of Valm as she found herself in the ranks of his private legion. And tonight, she found herself in his bed.

The woman - still remarkably composed, let her commander undo her prim-and-proper bun until her icy-blue hair draped down her shoulders and back. With that tapestry of tresses around her, he instead shifted to her body. Toned and highly refined, even with the scar that made such efforts laborious.

Phila crooned and shivered against his strong yet shockingly subdued touch. It was a caress reserved for her alone, and one that she secretly craved whenever they traded training grounds or battlefields for whatever bedding that could be afforded to the legion. It was why she pushed herself, through the pain, through the loss, and through the unknown, to keep her body as tempered and honed as she could. All for him.

Priam slipped away from her for just long enough to unbuckle his pants and let them drop down to expose a cock worthy of Ragnell's wielder. Her hand, while dexterous and deft, fumbled against his girth. "Gods, how do you even fight with this?" she shook her head at her commander's cudgel.

He chuckled as she worked both her hands over his dick. At the same time, he let his own fingers roam over her body, as was his privilege as her equal. And he honored that trust just as much as she did while she shifted and settled back against him with her hands still on his dick.

Phila looked down at Priam's cock as it twitched between her legs like she had seen it for the first time. It was a fine blade and boasted impressive jewels as well. The kind that could make tavern maids or flirty nobles melt. If they had gotten such a chance to see it, that was. And his number two ensured that didn't happen.

Priam's hands kneaded against her stomach while she lazily rocked her thighs back and forth against his girth. They had no real plan or rythmn to their routine and simply relished in each other's ministrations. Phila's routine was to her own discretion, and he simply went along for the ride with a bemused smirk on his face. And tonight wasn't likely to break that mold, either.

Her thighs stayed locked around his girth while he let his hands roam about once more. One palm glided along her arm while she reached down and kneaded his cock tip. His pleasured grunts echoed in her ear, just as her pleased coos rang clear and sweet in his. He abandoned her arm where her wrist turned to his cock and instead sought to rub along her abs until he reached her hip. "Eager?" she asked him with a raised brow.

Nah, just ready," Priam shrugged while he rocked his hips between her legs. His response made her roll her eyes before she shifted her legs apart and bent his tip towards her wet, waiting loins. It took barely more than a few prods before he penetrated her and slid his way through her tight velvet hall.

"Mmmm, that's good," she grunted and groaned back against him. Priam chuckled as his other arm slipped down under her shoulder and finally cupped her modest, firm chest. His other hand traced down her hip and ran along the contours of her muscles until he reached her thighs. With deft ease, he reached between her legs and pulled one up just enough to free his cock from her trap and give him that much more room to pump in and out.

Phila shivered at his touch but made no other moves or motions against him. Her hips slowly rolled and undulated back against his girth. She reached around with her upright arm and dug her nails against his shoulder. Her other hand instead pulled and tugged at the cot's sheets as they engaged in a most languid, yet spirited duel.

Hah…ha-aaaaaah…h-hooo-oooh."

Priam kept things consistent, based only on how she recoiled and directed him. It was one of the few times he relented to wholly submitting control, and would never happen on the true battlefield. Out there, he was a force of nature - a cataclysm that his stalwart and loyal troops would fall in line behind or make use of to mop up the rest. But every beast, no matter how fierce, had the need to lie in its den and rest. Such times were when he would allow her, and no other, into his chamber. Into his bed.

Things picked up, gradually, as the night drew on. Phila's hips rolled and crashed back until they were loud enough to bounce from the simple walls around them. He returned every stroke with his own, at just a pace that she could at least recover from. It was quite clear from the way he squeezed her tit and leg that he was more than ready for the real, primal acts- the kind of stuff that was specifically why they had a whole coin purse in the war coffers aside for 'noncombatant damages.

He wanted her. She wanted him. He wanted her to go faster. She wanted him to go harder. She was about to take that chance and give him that full, unfettered, bed-breaking power when the fates had other things in mind for her. Rather than bolts of pleasure that shot up from her occupied loins, there was a brutal lance of pain that burned and seared right up from her back.

"Ngh!"

"Phila?!"

Priam heard her and looked over her shoulder. He watched her recoil as her hands flew up to her head. All motions from their hips stopped that very moment as he slid out of her pussy and let her leg fall back down while he grabbed her in a firm hug. "Phila, what is it?" he asked her.

"Muh…M-M-My head," she stumbled and mumbled as she massaged her temple and winced back the intense jolts. Pangs of lighting arched through her memories of Priam's group and struck deep inside her. Into her past.

"E-Engh!"

"Easy," he urged her as he slowly slipped out from behind her and laid her flat on her back. He ignored her luscious body and reached for a nearby rag to dab away the sweat from her brow. His hand brushed over her face as she finally stopped trembling. "Did you remember anything?" he asked her without urgency and only concern.

"Something - there was a…a woman," Phila explained with some reluctance as she strained to piece it all together. Her thighs squirmed and scraped together as she physically lamented the loss of his intimate touch. Something that Priam took no heed of while he addressed her current issue, rather than the one that throbbed between his legs.

"A woman?" he repeated to be certain. Once more she nodded. This wasn't necessarily the first time that Phila had mentioned flashes of certain people - a young man, a little lady, a dependable knight. But a woman? That was a first, and hopefully, it would lead them somewhere. "Who was she?" he tried to ask.

Phila's brow scrunched as she dove back into that moment - that pain. Wings splayed everywhere, pierced by arrows from the harsh and dead ground below. A monolithic, macabre mountain shaped like some sort of skull. Armies below that clashed and flittered like ants. All things she'd seen once before…but the woman on top still eluded her grasp. She slumped forward and shook her head.

"I…I don't know," the subordinate admitted and sighed. Her superior said nothing to her at first as she rolled over and exposed her back. A sign of vulnerability, given the rather nasty-looking wound that stretched from shoulder to shoulder and ran down her spine. While it may not have impacted her that much (at least, not anymore), it was still something she made sure was out of the eyes of her fellow soldiers. He, along with a single trusted medic, was the only ones she permitted to see it.

Phila felt the bed shift beneath her before the familiar touch behind her made her moan. She shifted back into Priam's arms as he wrapped around and cupped her over her defined abs. His dick remained pressed between her butt and his lap as the thoughts of sex were cast aside in favor of a more dire matter. Her.

"We'll find out. Together," he said. He promised. The conviction in his voice made her shiver and she rolled her shoulders back against his chest. Her undone hair hung and clung around her as she fought off her sudden, and taxing, lethargy long enough to respond.

"Yes, sir."

"Phila…"

"…yes, Priam."