The sun beamed against the long golden stalks of wheat in the vast field where Corrin stood collecting the durum for bread.
She inhaled the air, unable to get enough of it when it was so crisp and clear, unlike the stale ozone of the fortress that she had been forced to live in for so long.
A year had passed since her escape, and it still felt only like yesterday she was reborn into the world, and allowed to feel sunlight or a fresh crisp breeze.
She extended her hand out, gently caressing the helms of wheat, watching the sun reflect off them so softly and purely.
If only life could be as simple.
Corrin crouched down to pick up her basket with a pleasant hum, trying to rake through her mind for ideas in which she could mill the wheat into flour for supper, perhaps Jakob could help her.
Vivid violet met startling red and her she found herself at a loss for words or air.
"Little Princess..."He whispered softly, afraid to approach her, afraid she'd run away again. She instead let the basket fall to the ground, and approached him briskly, wrapping her arms around his neck as tightly as possible, afraid to let go for he'd become a fragmented dream.
"I'm so sorry..."She whimpered against his chest, still feeling the sting of resentment for failing to choose Nohr. For failing to choose him, especially after the vowed to only have each other.
Xander lovingly stroked her hair, inhaling her scent. She hadn't changed a bit. It was almost as if he could still feel her in his arms in the dark of night, aching to have her back with him once again.
"Shh, Little Princess, what's done is done."He hushed, tipping her chin up with his thumb so he could look at her once again. She was just as beautiful the day he lost her.
Her hand raised up to gently caress his golden curls that seemed to blend in with the field, the sun beaming down on him, allowing her to absorb him in once again.
Like clockwork memory, their faces drew together closer and closer, until finally their lips met, desperately pressing against each other as they attempted to make up for lost time. It wasn't the same though.
The electricity, the hunger, it was gone. How could something that was once so definite and so good fail to function?
It was like she was kissing someone else, someone hollow and not the man she had come to love. He however was absolutely enthralled, she even tasted the same.
Her hands traveled to his chest, gently pushing in order to halt him.
"Stop."She gasped against his lips.
He immediately withdrew his mouth from hers, his forehead remained pressed against hers, eyes boring in as concern and hurt latched on.
"Stop?"He echoed. He was afraid this would happen. She was pushing him away for a reason, his Corrin would never do this to him.
"You're not ready, are you? I should have known..."He sighed, running his fingers through his hair as guilt manifested. He should have known that she wasn't quite as he remembered.
Corrin could hardly bring herself to nod, her heart was so had spent so much time consumed by thoughts of him, thinking that she was in love with him, and still, there was a way for each other to be inlove, to be together again...and she couldn't bring herself to be with him. Her heart wanted someone else, and she longed for him to return to Nohr, where he belonged. She didn't permeate there anymore, and she failed to believe that she ever would again.
"You...you need more time. That's understandable."He assured her, unwilling to look at the doubt that was written on her face. She would return one day, and together, they would rule Nohr, just like they had always dreamed of. He wasn't himself without her, and she missed him. She had to.
"Take as long as you need Little Princess, for you I'd wait a million years."He said calmly, grasping her shoulder. She would come around."Never doubt it.'
His affections were unwavering, and movingly so. Corrin knew she could fall for him again, she knew she could return to Nohr as his bride like she once promised, but to do that, she would have to leave a new life she had built for herself...and Takumi...what would become of her brother? He would never forgive her. She could imagine his eyes on her across from the room. The sun reflect in the hazel she adored so much as he looked at her hatefully and unforgiving, she had left him. To break a vow to Xander would mean maintain a silent vow to Takumi to never leave, and to break a vow to Takumi would mean to break a vow of love to Xander. How could she decide between the unwavering love Xander would always hold, and the unconditional love her brother had finally agreed to surround her with.
Corrin moved forward to permit Xander a final chaste kiss, one she hoped would be different, that would make the decision for her...she felt no sparks or electricity, she felt the warmth and compassion, but not the same feeling that she had come to adore that only he could bring to her. She had found the same feeling in the warmth of smile from someone else though, someone who wouldn't have her.
She fell to her knees as soon as she had felt it safe once Xander left, and began collecting the wheat that had fallen when she had went to see Xander.
She felt just as foolish as Takumi had made her out be.
Her small hands ran over her lithe body with open palms before resting at her hips with a resounding sigh.
She knew he always stared at them, and really, she didn't understand why.
She had caught him more than once, drinking in the sight of her, his eyes undressing her as his eyes began to seek for more and more skin until they settled on her hips and the looks would stop. Why did they have to stop?
Corrin tentatively raised her chemise to reveal her nude body, studying it in the mirror as she attempted to see what prevented him from simply taking her.
She had tried everything, she brushed up against him, pressing her ample breasts against his firm chest when he would allow them to embrace. She had mysteriously became more clumsy in sparring practice, always dropping something that would require her to bend down to get it.
She revolted herself, acting so shamelessly and unladylike, what would someone say if they had discovered what she had been doing, and to her brother no less.
Her brother.
With a groan, she sat at the table and buried her face in her hands with a groan.
She knew how wrong it should have felt, to have wanted him like that, but it didn't feel wrong, not at all.
He even made her feel...right. Like her mistakes didn't matter, because they could be overlooked in the end.
Seducing him was wrong though, and it went against everything she was lead to believe.
In her novels, the characters would only do the things she dreamed about doing with him once they had acknowledged their love for each other, and Corrin was certain she loved Takumi, just not in the same way the characters in the book loved each other.
He would remain her brother, a man she would do anything for...anything...
"Ugh!"She moped as she threw her head back in annoyance.
She simply couldn't think of him like that. She needed Naga, especially now that spring was upon them, and she felt her sexual frustrations grow.
Xander would be willing, she was sure of it, if only she gave the word, but she couldn't imagine herself with him. Not again.
Corrin returned to the mirror and once again raised the thin silk dress, looking over her shoulder to view the faint white scar that laid under her butt, a warmth of abashment growing in her chest.
She could still feel his mouth on her when it happened, the blood spurting out as the moment was ruined, and her bed sheets stained no matter how much she asked Felicia to scrub them. She wished she could forget that day.
Corrin licked her lips as she remember Xander's warm mouth in between her thighs, his tongue flitting in and out of her, and she remembered giving all of herself to him in that moment, becoming putty in his hands which he could will to do anything. It felt as if her body was going to melt she had never known such pleasure in her life before.
She considered for a second returning to Xander, if only to feel wanted and loved, but she could only imagine Takumi in the position Xander once laid.
Her conscience escaped her for a second, thinking of the way his muscles must move while grasping the bed sheets as she preformed the same act on him that Xander once preformed on her.
Nothing was stopping her from propositioning her brother, and no one would have to know. It could be their secret, and one they didn't have to speak about again.
Corrin inhaled as she closed her eyes, this wasn't her...it was someone else, she wouldn't ever think of her brother this way, yet her legs took control and carried her to Takumi. It was unearthly, like nothing she had ever experienced before. She knew lust, but not like this, not bold enough to sneak around camp in a sheer thing of a nightdress in order to seek out a man, only relying on scent alone.
He smelt of oak, like the forest, sake hindered on his breath from a couple of hours ago. It was like she was a dragon on the battlefield, her sense heightened to something she had never felt before.
The light within his tent flickered dimly in the darkness of night, and Corrin could smell him in there, a damp sweat on his skin.
Quickly and silently, she entered, closing the tent behind her as sufficiently as possible so no one else could enter.
He lit up the moment he saw her, it felt like she was the only thing that could make him smile like that. He was reading on his bed, a novel about kings and their history when he first saw her. He was thrilled, but why would she come so late at night?
Her eyes were wide, her pupils dilated like he had never seen on a person before, and she seemed absolutely raw and unhinged. He had never looked better to her, his shirt unbuttoned enough to expose his chest, casually leaning back on his eyebrows as he read.
Takumi sat up to get a better view at the women who stood before him, audibly gasping and trying to pull his eyes away. There had to be another blanket around here somewhere she could cover herself with...
"Corrin," He approached her, absolutely bewildered and concerned for her well being. "Are you ok?"
"Never...been better..."She panted, slowly lowering the straps of her chemise past her shoulders.
He knew he should have stopped her, what else could she have been doing lowering the binding down like that. Everything within him told him that it was wrong, that she had to be corrected, and if someone were to walk in, they'd both be in trouble. But he couldn't. He could only watch as she shimmied out of the fabric and then step out of it, gracefully converging towards him, a shy blush on her cheeks.
He wanted to do the right thing and look up, anywhere but her, but his eyes betrayed him, as well as the growing sensation in his pants.
She was far more beautiful than he had remembered.
Her skin was so milky, nearly as white as her hair, which made the pink on her that much more lovely. Her perky erect nipples were the same color as the shade on her cheeks and lips, Takumi wondered what it would be like to taste them, to feel them pressed against his skin. Her breasts raised and fell with each breath, bringing him to attention of her decent chest size.
Her stomach was firm, and muscles were beginning to show from so many core workouts. He had to respect a woman who took such good care of herself, she was strong, and as he had noticed before, very very flexible.
Tonight, even her hips couldn't deter him. She was stunning in his eyes.
But this...as badly as he had wanted it, dreamed of it, it was wrong.
"G-Gods Corrin..."He sputtered, a new musk entering his nose unlike anything else he had smelt before."I...have a blanket here somewhere." He managed to get out. He was weak against her, she was able to grasp his wrists with ease and bring his hands to her chest, where he felt her warm skin against his calloused hands.
They were rough, and chafed against her skin, making her wince as he convinced himself to squeeze, feeling the instant connection his cock formed in response.
He had never felt anything like it before. They bounced and jiggled with so little effort, and yet, were still heavy in his hands. He knew it was childish to have such a fascination with her breasts, he knew their purpose wasn't to please him, yet they did so very much.
He attempted to withdraw, but her hands laid ontop of his forcing his hands to remain there, and from then on, he didn't resist the touch and stopped fighting against her.
With considerable force, she pushed him to the bed, which was quite a fall, and sat ontop of his stomach, confident yet still unsure.
His eyes traveled down to the white curls that would usually conceal her sex, but with the current position, revealed it to him instead.
He felt light headed as he eyed her womanhood, which was excreting the clear fluid that had been emitting the musky smell. This was all so incredibly new to him, it made his world spin. These were parts of a woman he was never supposed to see, things he was briefly told he'd experience after marriage, yet here she was exposing herself to him.
"C-Corrin! We can't do this what if-" He objected as she shifted her body so her sex laid ontop of his straining cock through his pants. He bit his lip, struggling to conceal a moan as he threw his head back.
"I...I want to taste you."She stated nervously, tantalizingly moving her hips. His head snapped back up so her could see her. He had known what she had meant, and yet it was like she spoke a foreign language that he couldn't understand.
She didn't wait for approval or objectification, grabbing the collar of his shirt to pull him up as she moved into a kneeling position, adrenaline coursing through her as she prepared for what was to come.
His hips involuntarily buckled to allow her to remove his pants and underwear with one eager movement as his cock twitched in delight as for what was to come.
Her eyes widened as soon as his dick sprang forth, free of the constraints of his pants and into her hungry gaze. She was pleasantly surprised to see his well endowed length, which made her come to the realization he was not in fact attempting to compensate for anything with the bow and the personality, he was quite well off.
Takumi battled internally, wanting not to watch, to get this done an over with, but a part of him couldn't help but to look at her as lust consumed her, and for him of all people. It was almost like a prize. She could have anyone, and she chose him. He watched her with morbid curiosity, enjoying each and every second of her.
"What are you waiting for?"He asked, self consciousness growing more and more apparent. He had enough of waiting, he had lain awake every night aching for her, he couldn't hold it off any longer.
She moved in cautiously, eyes squeezed shut as a shaking hand gently grasped his member. Takumi gasped before a guttural sound in his throat came out as a warm velvety tongue licked the top half of his length, lapping up the precum that ran down that would have elsewise ended up sticky in his silver curls of pubic hair, though slightly darker than the hair on his head.
It was salty and diluted, unpleasant to taste, but not unbearable as she swirled her tongue around the tip before wrapping her mouth around it, and gently sucking.
Takumi's fingers laced in her hair as she slowly warmed up to the unfamiliar activity, pulling her hair in pleasure, then pushing down, urging her to take more in. She did so slowly, sloppily attempting to move her hand up and down in an attempt to bring him to ecstasy.
It felt good yes...but...underwhelming. She was too slow, too careful, and her teeth constantly came far too close.
"Naga, Corrin just let me do it..."He groaned, gently removing her hand in order to replace it with his own, in which he did with a confidence.
She removed him from her mouth with a 'pop' as she attempted to watch him, eyes wide and eager, as she felt her clit throb. She liked this, watching him like this.
Takumi openly gaped at her as he watched her own hand slide in between her legs, making her moan in between small giggles of knowledge, that he enjoyed her just as much as she enjoyed him.
The movement of his hand became more rapid as he watched her, his breathing turning ragged. He had known these feelings all too well, but not nearly like this. Never once had getting off felt so good.
He was surprised to feel that warmth return to his member, and the same hand, though slightly less clumsy take over, her mouth encompassing more and more of his length as her tongue laid flat in order to take more in, each adding to her growing nausea that she worked through.
His toes flexed, and his arms grasped at the sheets so tightly that a vein began to bulge out of his arms, adding to Corrin's arousal.
It was when she moaned for him that he was finished. Shooting his seed into her mouth in spurts, his hips thrusting forward as his body was reduced to a sweaty airy like mess he had never experienced in his time doing it alone. He couldn't tell if she was a Goddess or a devil for what she had done to him, as he doubted any other pleasure could measure to what Corrin had done to him.
He fell back, his dick still twitching as it left her mouth, the cum still sticky in her mouth.
It was so odd, salty, and sweet, and faintly alcoholic at the same time, Corrin didn't know what else to compare it to.
She laid next to him, sweat rolling off her breasts, which Takumi eagerly eyed, grabbing ahold of a breast and licking the beads off of her, allowing her back to arch as her fingers found a way into his hair.
He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her onto him, smiling against her skin as he felt her pert breasts push up against him. He was spent.
They fell into a comfortable position eventually, her index finger tracing his chest as he caressed her back, both attempting to comprehend what had just happened.
Both wanted to feel guilty, everything in their mind told them to feel guilty, to feel wrong, but how could something so good feel that wrong?
In sheer bliss, their clothing littered around the room, they dozed off to sleep, nude bodies unashamedly pressed against one another, happily sighing.
No one could disturb their happiness. Not tonight.
