"Noire, you there?"

The archer winced in the shadow-drenched confines of her tent as she bounced atop the massive, prone body beneath her. Her unbound top hung around her sides while her full, plump breasts rolled and clapped together. "C-Coming!" she called back while her rump rippled down on the muscular crotch below.

"H-Help me, ple-eep!"

Kellam stood up and wrapped an arm around Noire's waist for support. The future girl's shameful desire caused her to leak around his girth while he helped her to her feet. He tried to slip out of her tight ass, only for her to rub her back against him "I-It's fine - let's just go-ooooh~" she moaned.

"Noire? What is it?"

A second, more concerned voice reached her ears and made her whimper as the joined duo bounced and crawled towards the tent's entrance. "N-Nothing! Just…um, underdressed," she panted as she fumbled with her top.

She managed to secure the first button against her neck and keep her cups over her tits before she peeked just her head out and looked between the two outside. "W-What's wrong?" she asked as her eyes adjusted to the torches that banished the dark night around them.

Severa blinked and shook her head clear before she crossed her arms. "Oh, that - Have you seen Owain?" she asked the archer.

Noire bit her lip as if in thought while her hips continued to roll and rock down onto the unassumed knight behind her. She fought back several moans and mewls as her mind was split between the query and the unquenchable thirst that still ravaged her body. "E-Emmeryn?" she finally offered a suggestion.

Cynthia shook her head and tried to explain. "No, Owa…oooooh," her eyes widened in realization.

"Sevy, he's probably taking care of Emmeryn right now!" the pega-pony powerhouse declared.

The redhead scoffed at her rival's antics. "Okay okay, let's go check the kitchen - she may still be eating," she insisted.

Cynthia interjected and stood in place right before the red-cheeked Noire as she struggled to keep her composure. "I don't think they're there - Anna said it was closed temporarily for some reason. Something about 'VIP treatment?' the brunette mused.

"Ugh, then where could they be?!" Severa snapped.

"C-Can you go-ooooh now, please?" Noire begged them quietly as her hips squirmed inside her tent. Whether the duo heard her or not wasn't clear as Cynthia took off for the nearby woods.

"Let's go check down by the river! Alright, see ya around, Noire!" she waved back as she disappeared from view with a Severa shortly behind.

"Wait up!" the redhead called back before she growled out loud, "Geez, how can she run with those…things, in her skirt?!"

"Haaah….t-that was clos-eep!"

Noire sighed before she was pulled back into the tent with a gasp, courtesy of her sturdy lover. His hand shifted from her hip and delicately set her hair back while her shoulders rubbed against his chest. "S-Sorry, Noire - did I hurt you?" he asked her, concerned.

"N-No, I'm fi-iiiiiii-ne," she promised him with a small, but bright and honest smile. Her eyes slid shut as she let the bliss and vigor ravage over her. "O-oooh, that's so good," she mewled in delight of the stuffing in her ass.

Was it desire or envy that drew her to him? Even she couldn't have said. All she knew was that after her head had slowed from its spin and the frustrated tears had stopped that she was beneath his well-kept body. From there she never once missed sight of him again - not once. Was it taboo to engage with a man who would be one of her friend's father? Most definitely. But for once, the timid little archer couldn't begin to care about any of that. Not when the voice inside her screamed and demanded that she finally be selfish. Just this once.

Once became twice, and thrice, and soon they both lost track. This was just the latest in a long line of liaisons that the duo had engaged in. outside of their newfound teamwork on the battlefield, where his unseen but hardly-unfelt stalwart wall of defense covered her as she rained death and fury from afar. It was a natural pairing that didn't once draw concern or question from the tactician or her marital-focused uncle. Luckily.

The archer arched back against the knight and squirmed as her hips rolled and clapped down atop him. His hands shifted back to her sides as he squeezed and coaxed her along his rather noticeable towering girth. Her toes curled and flexed against the dirt ground while she shivered and shuddered closer and closer to the point of no return. Soft squeals and gentle moans passed her lips while she straddled between the pain and pleasure with practiced ease. Slowly, her eyes rolled up as she blinked and peered through blurry vision and against the coarse fabric wall.

A shadow shifted in front of her tent.

"Whaah!" she screeched.

"EEP!"

The shadow - a diminutive one at that, recoiled and collapsed to the floor.

"W-Who is that?!" a voice called out, panicked.

Noire winced and shivered before she reluctantly parted the tent entrance just enough to peek her head out again. Her vision slowly came to focus as she locked eyes with the rather panicked young mage on his rump before her. "O-Oh, h-hello Ricken!" she called back with a somewhat strained smile.

The mage hoisted himself to his feet and adjusted his hat. "Hello, Noire…are you okay?" he asked her.

She bit her lip and squirmed against the unseen knight in her lodgings and lodged in her butt before she hastily cobbled together an excuse. "Y-Yes, just getting some…ah, fresh air! I-It's a little stuffy…a-and hot in there," she giggled nervously.

"Alright then - I won't keep you," Ricken nodded before he turned and departed. His little steps were cut off as he stumbled around some big, stomping metal sabatons courtesy of a rather sury-looking, exhausted lady knight.

"K-Kjelle?" Noire squeaked out.

Kjelle stopped, but didn't turn to face the archer at all. "Noire - don't ask," she grunted and continued to march down the camp's road.

"Okay…" she mumbled and slipped her head back into her tent again. The moment her eyes were blessed by darkness she felt her frayed nerves unwind and unravel around her. She unclasped the button on her top and let it slide down around her shoulders to free her painfully tight tits. Her hands - trembling and awash in sweat - found solace as she reached around and cupped her palms against Kellam's nape.

"H-Hmmmmm, mmmm~" she mewled and shivered against him. His tall, powerful form easily dwarfed the stacked-yet-svelte archer while they rocked their hips together at a subdued, languid pace. The sensations that stuffed her rear left her head delightfully numb and void of woe or wary while she relished this private moment with the overlooked knight.

Kellam's face scrunched in concern - not merely for how openly they cavorted in the middle of her tent, but simply for this obvious and blatant trespass that he'd stumbled over. Whatever her feelings for him, there was still the matter that he had gone without question. And that guilt weighed heavy upon him, more so than any armor could manage.

He should say no - he should break this off and endure the blood and thunder of a scorned, devastated heart. At least then she could look towards her comrades, of which she must surely have some affection that went deeper than him? That was the lie he told himself, again and again, each time that they'd slipped away and used his naturally unassuming nature to conceal their romps away.

Did he love Noire as she seemed to love him?

…He didn't know.

"K-Kellam," she mumbled in the darkness and snapped him from his thoughts. His fingers dug against her hips while she slowed her rolls and reluctantly released his neck. Her body shifted forward before she managed to catch herself against the tent walls. The thin strip of light from outside illuminated a face scrunched up in fear and clouded by doubt. "I…well, a-about this," she began.

He didn't say a thing - he couldn't say a thing. His body seemed to freeze as hers did while they tried so desperately to let the void of silence answer for them. A wish born of folly and left to crumble around them. Slowly, cautiously, he reached up from her hip and wrapped his larger fingers around her smaller hand.

"A-Aaah?!" she gasped and looked down as her cheeks practically glowed in the darkness. She looked back, eyes wide, and peered through the shadows at the knight's calm and composed smile. It made her heart skip a beat or three while it pounded in her ears and lodged itself in her throat. She slowly, loudly swallowed it back down as she found what she needed most - courage. "Kellam, about…what I've done," she started.

"Hey, Noire? Got a second?"

Something snapped inside her. Gone was the fear and doubt as she was filled with a relentless fury. Without warning or provocation. She ripped her hand out of his, threw the folds of her tent wide open, and exposed herself for what she was. A topless and very enraged-looking archer whose murderous sights honed in on the foolish man before her.

"BEGONE FROM MY SIGHT BEFORE I STRIKE YOU DOWN WITH THUNDER AND FURY!" she roared before her head disappeared as fast as it had come and left a rather stunned, silver-haired warrior in its wake.

"…Oookay, gonna leave you to that then," Rob backed off and turned around to go back the way he came. "Hmm, where did Robyn go," he wondered to himself as the shadow of Noire's head tipped back behind him - unseen and without any indication of why.