"Hmmm."
Panne laid back in the crisp, cool lake as the moon shone overhead. She respected her ancestors and left her eyes closed to not gaze upon the body in heaven. Only when she would've turned to the water's surface would she dare to open her eyes. But right now she had no such need to do so, and instead opted to let the freshwater cleanse her and her weary body.
Slosh slosh
Her ear twitched from inside her wet, undone hair. She didn't even need to open her eyes to confirm who it was. Just the way the man carried himself and walked towards her with a clear, confident stride made it all too apparent who it was. Manswpawn
Her Manswpawn.
"Enjoying yourself, Panne?" Frederick asked his bathing beautiful bunny wife. The Taguel grunted, an affirmation of his suspicions. He shifted around behind her and let her lithe body rest against his disciplined, well-built chest. His arm draped around her stomach and kept her nice and tight against him.
"Frederick…you're naked," she mused as she felt a rather obvious girth against her rear. It carried no emotion beyond a mere, idle observation.
The stalwart, wary knight nodded as he held his Taguel wife. "Indeed -I believe you said this is a Taguel custom?" he asked her as he looked over the moon-bathed lake around them.
"Of sorts- I admit I don't know if it applied to new mates, or only from the first Renewal on," Pane reluctantly admitted. Her lack of clarity on her own people's customs cut a deep wound that was more than apparent. But it passed swift, like a cloud over the moon as she turned to face her human husband with a small smile. "But I suppose this would be fine enough."
Frederick nodded before he tipped forward and met her lips with his. The Taguel shuddered against him as they drifted and waded in the lake's water. Her arms wrapped around his neck, while his shifted down from her hips and instead cupped her rump beneath the surface. Her legs lazily kicked as the slightly taller knight managed to just barely reach the shallow bottoms with his toes.
Panne leaned into him - her chivalrous anchor - as they engaged in a duel of tongues. The way they embraced was more to his custom than hers, but neither one feigned to care to follow such unclear traditions. It was the sentiment that mattered, and it was what found their journey back to Ylisse to be detoured by this ritual night.
They pulled back and sucked in a much-needed breath as the bridge of spit between them dangled and bent low. Her body trembled against his strong hands as she lightly rubbed her thigh up and down his leg beneath them. He peered deep into her eyes and drank of the rich succor that could only come from a beloved's gaze. Were this all they were to do, it would surely be enough.
But both of them knew there was more to come.
"Here, in the waters, right?" Frederick whispered against her long ears. Panne grunted in affirmation while she shuddered against the cool lake water and her enflamed body. She nodded as her hips shifted and rolled against his until her pussy was lined up with his cock. The wet, slow caress brought more life and vigor to his loins until it pointed right up against her eager Taguel den.
"Take my hand, Frederick," she told him. He did so without delay as his fingers easily eclipsed hers. Her eyes fluttered shut while she tried to still her rapidly beating heart. His warm touch clashed with the cool lake while they shifted and came together - hip to hip.
"Hm-mmmmm."
Frederick growled as her tight pussy wrapped around his cock. He squeezed her asscheeks while she undulated and gyrated herself against him. The breeze picked up and blew softly over the surface as the married couple shivered and writhed together. "Are you cold?" he asked her with his usual stern concern.
"It is nothing - we may proceed," she informed him as she rolled her crotch back. Both Taguel and Human shivered against the water around their loins as she pulled back till only the tip remained. The shallow lake prooved a fine and firm ground for him to plant his toes into while she thrust her hips back towards him again. "Hah…ha-aaaah," she moaned and groaned.
Her husband held her close while she set a languid pace. The water sloshed around them as a soft, almost melancholy moan slipped through the trees and over the lake's surface. Neither of the two Shepherds felt a thing while they became that much more invested in their private moment…and of course, in each other.
"Panne…you look lovely tonight," Fredrick praised her. He lifted a hand off her butt and gently tucked some of her long wet hair back. The Taguel mewled as her eyes flickered open and beheld the wary knight in the moonlight.
"…I suppose you do not fail to impress either, Frederick," she told him as her hips continued to rock down on him. Her palm traced up his shoulder from behind and slid up to cup his cheek. "I believe that is what you would call a joke, correct?" she asked.
"A fine one indeed," her husband admitted with a smile. His pristine, perfectly honed body seemed to ripple under her touch. It made her spine tremble before she hurried her pace atop him. He leaned forward and captured her lips again as the duo frisked and reveled under the full, bright moon.
Panne's memory was shamefully hazy, but she at least recalled speech of the solemn nature of the 'Renewal' from her elders. How it was a means to recommune with the bond of mates, something akin to how man-spawn celebrated 'anniversaries', in a sense. It had taken some time to piece the intent (or rather, what she would consider the intent), but she'd managed, and with Frederick's blessing had sought to perform it as her part of their wedding.
No garbs or gowns, no simple and rustic houses of worship with their closest friends in attendance. This was their ceremony, with only the blessed moon in witness of their union. That was how she chose to perceive the tradition. And as her husband, Frederick was more than pleased to oblige.
The silence lasted for what must've been hours. Silence, save the gentle sloshing water around them and a pleased croon that passed from Panne's lips. Frederick kept his hands on her ass while she rocked and undulated onto his crotch until he felt numb. Something he tried to keep to himself until it became a bit too much for him to leave unsaid. "Panne - how long will this be?"
"Hmm?"
The Tauguel blinked as he - the progenitor of the grueling gauntlet known as Frederick's Fanatical Fitness Hour - had to show the limits of his ability. It was a rare sign of his vulnerability and one that she could understand even across their physical boundaries. "Well…would you be opposed to sunrise?" she asked him as she slowed her hips and awaited his response.
The wary Knight took the moment to adjust his grip on her body as she rubbed and writhed against him. The familiar sting of her erect nipples on his chest had become a constant this cool night. Eventually, he spoke with a voice that barely reached over the winds that disturbed the tranquil lake. "I would not, no. however, I believe we'll need to move to the shore again before that point," he informed her.
"I suppose so…later, though. Right now this simply feels too nice," Panne insisted while she lifted up in the water just enough to let him see her breasts fully.
"Of course," he nodded in agreement before he reached up and cupped them. Beneath the water, he felt his wife's long, sensuous legs wrap around his hips and lock her ankles at his back - a perfect way to keep her locked in place.
Frederick shifted against the water that lapped over his shoulders as the married couple locked in yet another kiss. This one carried more passion and vigor as if to warm their weary bones from the night's chill. It was a shift in pattern and a change of pace that he particularly appreciated, as it let his Taguel lover's body press tight against him.
The two shared heat as passionately as they swapped spit. Their loins had slowed to a crawl, with her groin rubbed right against his tip as she undulated towards his body. Descent proved impossible, especially thanks to the tight leg lock that left her right up against him.
Later would come - the moment when they would have to leave this moon-blessed lake behind. If he would have the strength to take her in a manner more befitting the primal nature of man and Taguel, she couldn't say. Perhaps, after so many evenings of being pinned on her back and filled with the many scions of this most distinguished knight, this could be her respite. A single, moon-bathed evening once a year. Perhaps that wouldn't be so bad.
Just perhaps.
