Yes this is a whole week late, but in my defense Sakimi didn't reveal her latest Camilla piece until late Christmas day. I really wanted to get my then-current batch of ideas done, so with them all done, here's my very last fic of 2018. I hope you all enjoy :)

Camilla leaned back on her husband's lap. Her panty-clad ass rolled and ground over his stiff arousal. Her head was tilted back as she swapped spit with him, holding down his comically fake beard. Her calves were languidly sliding against the side of the bed.

The Nohrian Princess' take on the Envoy's Wife was far more risque than the cheerful matron was oft portrayed. Her far too short vest could barely contain her breasts as they pooled out the top and pinched against her body. Her bare stomach slightly hung out from above her matching panties.

She'd gotten comfortable in the post-nuptial peace time. Her arms still carried its definition, but there was more softness than before. The source of which was the ever-so-small bump on her belly. The one that grew by the day.

"Mmmmm," Camilla moaned into his mouth, relishing the sensations of his tongue gliding over her teeth. She reared back and seized his mouth within hers. His hand reached around and gently stroked her stomach. It had happened sooner than they expected, but the couple was more than happy to take things in stride.

Camilla's ruby red lips reluctantly broke away. She pulled back, dragging his lower lip between her teeth. The Princess gently chewed on his skin before letting it snap away, leaving a trail of spit between them. The two were left breathless after their vigorous makeout.

" huph...huph... Why don't I get you your gift now?" she suggested. Reluctantly, the princess rose off her favorite throne. She already missed his touch, even before she made the first step. 'Well, it is nice to walk in something that's not...used,' she silently admitted.

She had no idea that her husband would honor her counsel regarding his fetish and her attire. Her entire wardrobe had had to be 'retired' and replaced. All those dresses, all that armor...it had all been worth it. The thought of having a new outfit that was just for his eyes, just for his use, made her far more excited than it should. Probably why she put a little more emphasis on shaking her ass as she reached for her treat…

Camilla grabbed the bowl and brought it over to her eagerly waiting lover. He finally saw what it was that had her so eager - some leftover jelly from a batch of tarts at the feast. he'd had had to practically drag her away from the table last night, but she'd still managed to sneak away with some excess treats.

She eagerly sat back on her husband's laugh, cooing in delight at the warm girth pressing into her buttcheeks. "I know you enjoyed this just as much as I did...so why don't we share some?" she suggested with an impish smirk.

Her fingered hands dipped into the bowl and scooped out a copious helping. Before he could even ask, she'd already plopped it in her mouth and leaned in. her crafty tongue pried open his lips and kept them apart. He took the hint and leaned in to accept her second-hand treat.

The two moaned and cooed as they swapped the jelly back and forth. Little by little, it went down their gullets, or dribbled out and smeared their chins. When they had to pull back for air, their lips now well-accustomed to the sweet sweet taste of dessert.

"I hope you enjoyed that...because the rest isn't for you," Camilla explained. Her sultry words broke into giggles as she saw his dumbstruck face. 'Oh my dearest, you are simply TOO precious!' she swooned before returning to him. Her finger scooped up the dribble on his lips "Well, not here," she cooed before plopping it into her mouth.

Camilla shimmied down his body until she was face to face with his stiff cock. She basked in the musk swirling and constricting her nostrils. The salty smell that made her mouth water and her loins moist. 'A little snack shouldn't hurt,' she decided as she started lavishing his dick.

She didn't even need to wait to hear his moans, not when she already knew every little spot that would rile him. Her tongue glided up and down his girth, leaving a trail of spit in its wake. Her hands lovingly stroked his thighs, giving her the leverage to lean in and pop him in her mouth. Up and down, up and down, exactly the pace and pressure that they both liked.

She made sure that her dear husband started every day with the biggest smile he could, right from the first moment he woke up. Camilla truly didn't mind that he'd only get a fraction of a chance to return the favor - she was far more interested in giving him pleasure than receiving it so early.

Once again, time passed her by as she serviced and worshipped her beloved's cock. Camilla's tongue was still at work, even as she took him deeper and deeper in her hot mouth. The Princess abandoned decorum in favor of being as loud and sloppy as she could. It was a side of her that no one else could see...no one, but him.

Yet no matter how much and how hard she sucked, she could feel him growing limp between her lips. He was tired, and that was having an effect on his erection. 'Not to worry my darling - I know how to keep you up,' Camilla silently declared. As her lips were bobbing up and down on his shaft, she blindly groped the floor until her fingers closed on a familiar strip. 'There it is'

His head was almost drooped over when she put her plan into action. Quick as a flash, she tied up the ribbon that had been used to prop up her breasts before they'd really gotten started. She wrapped it up and left the bow nestled between his swinging balls. Satisfied, she pulled herself off and looked up at his perplexed face with a smile.

"I don't want you to miss your gift," Camilla explained. She tightened the ribbon until she was certain it wouldn't cause him to soften too early. "Besides, I've been idling long enough - it's time to get you ready."

She left one last lingering kiss on his swelling cockhead before getting to work. Camilla picked up the bowl of mostly-undisturbed jelly and tipped it over his dick. The treat poured down his shaft, sending a chill up his spine.

Her gloved hand smeared the jelly over his cock, mixing it in with her spit. She squeezed and pumped his shaft, adding a little extra pleasure and stimulation to keep him focused. Camilla was meticulous in her work, knowing that it would be necessary for the rest of her gift.

After some time she appraised her work. Every inch of her husband's dick was coated in the sweet treat in a mostly uniform fashion. There was a dollop more right over his slit, making her mull on what she should do about it. 'I can be a little...naughty,' she ultimately decided.

'Mwah'

She stood up, a trail of colored spit connecting her tongue to his cock. Camilla licked up the excess jelly in the loudest, sloppiest way she could. Her sole exposed eye never leaving his gaze.

With that done, she turned to present her panty-clad rear. The Princess walked to the adjacent wall and spread her legs. She pushed the tail cape of her corset aside and undid the strings at her thighs. "Are you ready for your present?" she looked back and asked, still holding the two ties with her fingers.

Her answer came in the mad scramble to seize her hips. Camilla moaned as she felt her husbands big, thick cock squeeze between her buttcheeks. She felt the ribbon tickle her thighs, and the excess jelly stain her derriere. She let out a coo as the ties fell from her fingers, sending her panties fluttering down and exposing her puckered anus. "Fuck me, my love. Fuck me in the ass," she ordered.

He obeyed without question.

Pain shot through her body as inch after inch of her husband's cock split her rear. Even with the added lubrication, it was still a tight fit. Camilla bit her lips to keep from moaning out. Her fingers dug into the wall. "D-Don't you dare stop," she hissed.

Concern flashed across his face, but he reluctantly listened. His hips rocked against her rump at a languid pace. Not fast enough to cause her pain, and not slow enough to make her want to cause him pain.

Camilla winced every time his dick assaulted her bowels. Her breasts jiggled with every thrust. Occasionally the bell around her neck would jingle. The chime would take her away from the pain, if only for a short while.

Anal was a treat that she reserved for very select occasions, and it showed in her lack of comfort. Still, it made the times where she did bend over and present her rump to him all the more special. 'Not to mention how...how good this feels,' She mused as she gazed down at the conspicuous puddle forming at her feet.

"F-Faster," Camilla begged him, squirming her hips. She looked back, her exposed eye filled with need. It was a sight reserved only for him - the man who had claimed her heart, mind, and body. Even as her ass struggled to milk him dry.

Her breath came short as they sped up. Her copious rump slammed and compressed against his lap with every thrust. The bell around her neck was clanging more frequently now, though not enough to become insufferable. She was so caught up in the moment she didn't even realize his hands had trailed up from her hips.

"A-Ahh!"

He pulled out her breasts before gravity had been able to. Her usually full melons had swelled up even more- as if awaiting the time when she would give milk. If it weren't for their angle, she was more than certain her darling would be suckling her teats for the coveted first drop. But instead, he settled for her nape, lightly nibbling and kissing over to her jawline.

Camilla whimpered and wheezed. Her hair was matted against her chest. Her legs ached from standing up for so long. Her grip was so tight on the wall that her nails had managed to break through her gloves.

Yet all she could think of - all she could focus on, was him. How tender he was with her neck even as he cruely manhandled her body. Her breasts ached from the constant stimulation, and her ass wasn't faring any better. "Y-you're incorrigible," she chided him with a lulled tongue and a lopsided grin.

Neither one bothered to keep track of time. Their weary bodies protested louder and louder as they fucked against the wall. But neither one was willing to relent - to be the first to give.

Camilla's mind was almost totally blank as she mindlessly fucked herself against her husband's rock hard dick. She struggled to breathe through her constricted corset but didn't have the right mind to struggle with the belt buckle.

The Princess could tell he was reaching the end, and wanted their one time tonight to be as explosive as possible. She blindly reached down and struggled to grab the swaying ribbon. It was caught in her knuckle just as his fingers clamped down on her clit. "Yes, yes, yes! T-That's it!" she howled.

Crack!

Her fingers dug into the new holes caused by the wall's breach. Her ironclad grip through stone was a mere fraction of the choking pressure that threatened to break off her husband's cock. Camilla heard him howl her name, and then she heard no more.

She only felt the first load blasting up her bowels. The stinging in her fingers was gone. The distant chimes of bells washed away in the white, orgasmic storm...

Camilla stirred, feeling the soreness in her rump. She expected that. Yet what she didn't expect was a nice soft robe and her husband's warm arms and his hand unconsciously stroking her stomach. 'He must've carried me after I passed out,' she thought.

She had no way of knowing how long she'd been out, only that it was still dark. It wasn't hard to simply lay there and slowly succumb to slumber - to the dreams of the future that was blooming within her. There'd be time for that and time for more fun.

There was always tomorrow.

Have a Happy New Year!