The water from the well was cool and refreshing, it managed to wake Corrin up some, and hopefully allow her at the very least to look more alert. She knew that it was extremely unlikely that Oboro would suspect her as her brother's lover, yet Corrin couldn't permit her appearance to look so utterly sleep deprived and unraveled. She nervously raked her fingers through her hair in a final attempt to tame it, and fidgeted with her armor. Corrin caught her reflection in the pail, a resounding sigh echoing through the well in which she had just withdrawn the water from.

On one hand, she didn't look as badly as she had when she had arrived home, yet she failed to still look herself. Her eyes were sunken in, dark purple hanging bellow in bags as a reminder of how little she slept, her hair combed, yet still wild and frizzy from the heat of the tent. She was lead to believe that after the night she had, she would be a radiant glowing goddess Takumi would be glamoured with, as the men often were in her erotic novels after spending the night by their beloved's side. She could only imagine how she must have looked in the morning.

Now where would a woman like Oboro hide at a time like this? She hardly knew anything about her other than the fact she was lethal with a spear, and devoted to Takumi. Not only that, but she often didn't take notice of Oboro in the first place unless duty required it. Not because she disliked her. It was quite the opposite. It was more through a healthy intimidation of Oboro that Corrin avoided her. She still knew that Oboro held a healthy wariness and dislike for her and her Nohrian siblings, which made any conversation with her awkward and unpleasant. Corrin understood Oboro's disdain for the people of whom she grew up with, it was certainly a justified hate, as Corrin was certain that in her situation, she wouldn't feel too dissimilarity, yet a certain relationship blossoming couldn't help but catch Corrin's eye. Oboro had begun to warm up to Silas, the two creating a unique kinship on the battlefield, and even a mutual respect. Corrin had to wonder when the two would begin to become closer as more than comrades, something that seemed to be inevitable at this point in time.

Corrin's head hurt, and she really didn't feel like seeking out a conversation in which she knew in all certainty, Oboro would most likely ignore her. She would continue to seek her out later, perhaps when she looked more suitable. In the mean time, Corrin would head to the arena to train. All of her time spent with Takumi had caused her to fall behind slightly in her training, something she absolutely couldn't afford. As a leader, Corrin couldn't rely on her friends or siblings to save her, they weren't always going to be there. She had to become more self reliant, more dependable, and that wasn't going to happen if she spent all of her time lazing around with her brother. She headed to the arena, rubbing her eyes attempting to escape the fog of tiredness her mind had confined her to.

The minute she entered the arena, she could taste the dust that had been stirred up through movement. Someone had been training here. It was as if it was a sandstorm, whoever was inside was kicking up so much dust through training, it took Corrin awhile to proceed forward to attempt to identify the person. She had to blink, attempting to adjust her eyesight, only able to identify a flurry of orange and royal blue in a quick moving furry as it leaped brilliantly through the air. Corrin was able to identify Oboro almost immediately once she landed on the ground, letting the dust settle slightly, her dark hair stuck to her brow with a combination of dirt and sweat. Their eyes met, startling Corrin instantaneously as Oboro's sharp titanian eyes narrowed in scrutiny, her nose wrinkling in disgust. Corrin coughed nervously as the dust laid bland and chalky in her mouth, slightly volatile in her Oboro's company.

"What do you want?" Oboro sneered, resting her free hand on her hip as she studied her leader, enjoying the aura of skittishness that Corrin was admitting. Corrin looked around fidgeting but well natured.

"I wanted to talk." Corrin replied with a smile, attempting to ease the tension. Oboro scoffed and began to resume a defensive stance as she prepared to attack the training dummy.

"Imagine that, a Nohrian wants to talk!" She bitterly cackled. Corrin looked at her feet in shame. "Aren't your people a little bit more accustomed to savagely fighting instead of talking? I'm training now, leave me alone." She snapped bitterly, running the end of the spear through the chest of the dummy. Corrin crossed her arms watching in awe of her precision. Oboro turned around, looking at the other woman speculatively.

"I said leave me alone. Nohrian scum." She bit, removing the spear out of the dummy violently.

"Why not spar with me then?" Corrin inquired, sauntering over to the weapon rack. Oboro froze.

"You want to fight me?" She asked mockingly, watching Corrin decide which weapon to use.

"Yes. And if I win, you sit and have tea with me." Corrin replied plainly, taking her own spear in order to be at the same advantage as her opponent. Oboro smirked, waltzing to the center of the arena.

"You're on." Oboro purred. Both took stance, each with their own confident smirk although uncertainty sank down in the pit of their stomachs. Oboro was brilliant with a spear, perhaps the best in the army, but Corrin was a much more skilled warrior. Each had different strengths and abilities, and if they took a second to put aside differences, they could be an unstoppable force.

It was Oboro who lunged first, nearly jolting Corrin's side, had Corrin not decided to run forward instead of jump, allowing her to gain more air and leap over the spear, and land steadily onto her toes and rush forward with the pole of her own spear clashing against Oboro's much as she would do with a sword. It took only a light kick from Oboro to release herself from the heavy weight of Corrin's strength, making her sparring partner stumble back some, losing balance. Oboro began to confidently approach, unaware she could win so easily, snickering.

"I'm going to make you eat your words Nohrian Princess..."She seethed, going for her hand in order to make Corrin lose grip of the weapon. Corrin narrowed her eyes, able to sense her next move, lowering herself to the ground and pulled her arm back before catapulting the spear in the air, passing over Oboro and landing in the ground.

Oboro couldn't help but look as it flew by, attempting to asses why she would throw her fighting resource before she noticed the white flurry rolling on the ground and through her legs before emerging to grab the spear. Corrin laughed triumphantly as she stood, pointing the spear she had taken from the ground at her opponent.

"I'd like to see you try." Corrin replied, dancing around in a circle on her toes, moving with enough speed and procession that whenever Oboro attempted to hit, she would miss.

"Stop playing games and fight me!" Oboro bellowed with a growl, taking the chance to run out of the loop Corrin had created.

They faced each other, each a mess of dirt and sweat, both determined to defeat the other. No more games, just them. Each ran at each other, Corrin attempting to aim a kick at Oboro's thigh which Oboro was able to deflect with the shaft of the spear and nearly scoop Corrin underfoot. Corrin withdrew her leg, deflecting a stab that would have came in contact with her shoulder and left her dominant arm unusable. Oboro growled in frustration, jumping back and then running forward attempting to bring up enough dirt to confuse the Nohrian fighter and take away her sense of sight. Oboro positioned the pole, ready to bring it down with alarming force once her feet made contact with the ground, but instead was greeted to a struggling for air in mid jump. She was brought the ground with alarming force, her head banging against the ground as she choked, desperate for any oxygen. Oboro gagged once the air was granted to her once again, hardly unable to take any in as a foot pressed on her chest, unable to make any further move. As the dust settled, she met those rose colored eyes, challenging yet passive as they wished for acceptance.

"...You...win..."Oboro panted, rasing her arms in a surrender, displeased with the outcome, and devastated with herself. She thought she was better than this...

Corrin removed her foot and extended her hand, to which Oboro hesitated but eventually gripped and allowed herself to be pulled up by her leader. Oboro was surprised when she looked at Corrin. She failed to seem triumphant, but instead seemed upset. Almost sorry. Oboro wondered why, as it was only a sparring victory. It was humiliating to be defeated by Nohrian scum such as Corrin, but she wasn't injured, so why did an ascendancy upset Corrin so much.

Corrin rushed to return the spear back to the rack, guilt swarming her all at once. She couldn't bear to look at Oboro knowing that she was the reason behind her hurt and pain. She had taken Takumi away from her, someone who was seemingly her reason for living, and Corrin had done it all so selfishly. Yet, she couldn't withdraw the relationship that her and her brother had kindled. She wished she could, yet, the very thought of him with another put Corrin on edge in a way she hadn't known. He was hers now, and she wouldn't share him. Oboro brushed the filth off her chest, eyeing Corrin as she nervously shifted around, attempting to clean the arena to the best of her ability.

"This is a special material I'm wearing, it's very hard to get the stain your dirty foot left off it." Oboro fumed irritably as she approached Corrin, begrudgingly preparing herself for tea.

"I'll wash it myself then." Corrin replied quietly, still guilt riddled as she remembered the look on Oboro's face in the morning when she saw the nightgown on the floor.

Oboro felt unease beside Corrin as they walked out of the arena and into the light. A nagging thought suggested Corrin's Nohrian heritage took part, yet that wasn't it. She wasn't fond of the land that Corrin hailed from, but if Corrin wanted to kill her, she would have done it already. Corrin was uncharacteristically silent, and for once held an aura of seriousness. She was so unlike herself, it almost scared Oboro. What could possibly be upsetting Corrin so much to only look at the ground, brooding to herself?

"That was a good fight. You're very talented." Corrin finally mustered, forcing a smile as she looked at Oboro. Oboro blew air irritably.

"I would have won had I not been training previous to you coming over. I didn't have nearly enough stamina for a fair fight." Oboro snapped bitterly, shoving her fists in her pocket. Corrin's smile grew a bit, at least this time more genuinely.

"And yet you still follow me to tea." Corrin mused, watching the run reflect off Oboro's long silky hair.

"Well...an agreement is an agreement." Oboro replied, falling a step behind in order to let Corrin lead her to the mess hall in which they could prepare the tea.

Corrin went straight to the kitchen, boiling some water and packing a tin of shortbread in the basket with another tin of matcha powder, as she could say with confidence that Oboro would hate the breakfast tea that Corrin grew up with in the fortress that she loved so much. Oboro leaned against the counter, watching Corrin's every move to ensure that she wouldn't be poisoned.

"Now...I know this isn't Jakob's tea, but I think it's pretty good." Corrin chirped as she put the basket on her arm and grabbed Oboro by the wrist, leading her outside in which Oboro responded with a groan, withdrawing her wrist, reminding herself mentally to scrub it with soap the next available possibility.

They sat under the shade of a tree in camp, each sitting on their legs with a cup infront of them, letting the breeze cool off the tea for them, only the sound of leaves rustling to provide noise. How would Corrin start a conversation with her about what happened? She couldn't just come out and say she knew what happened this morning, and she couldn't not talk about Takumi. At the very least, she wanted to secure her belief that Oboro wouldn't speak of what she saw, and if she were to speak about her knowledge of the gown, Corrin could perhaps dissuade her from speaking further.

"You know Oboro..." Corrin sighed, leaning against the trunk of the tree "You really are a worthy opponent. My brother's lucky to have you." Corrin watched as Oboro's face lit up and then fell at the mention of Takumi, pink dusting her cheeks.

"Yeah...lucky..."Oboro muttered, blowing at her tea to cool it down. Corrin leaned forward, feigning surprise and concern. She felt awful. Deceit didn't come easy to her, and Oboro didn't deserve to be lied to.

"I..."Oboro began, wanting to speak, to hear a feminine voice reassure her, to tell her she was enough, but she couldn't, not to a Nohrian like Corrin.

"Oboro, my brother trusts me, isn't that enough? If he trusts me, why can't you as well?" Corrin inquired, licking her lips in anticipation of Oboro snapping at her. Instead Oboro sighed, she hadn't spoken to a real girlfriend since her mother died.

"Corrin...have...you ever loved someone to have them not love you back?"Oboro finally relented, looking off sadly feeling the wound reopen. Corrin hummed, munching on the shortbread.

"No..."Corrin finally replied, nodding her head understandingly as to what was to come.

"I...think Lord Takumi loves someone else."Oboro said in a hush, bowing her head sadly. Corrin once again pretended to be shocked by this news, feeling her heart sink deeper and deeper as she maintained the charade.

"I mean, we never were lovers or said anything but...I just thought..."Oboro trailed off, sipping at her tea. It tasted like ashes she was so upset.

"How do you know this?"Corrin inquired, placing her hand ontop of Oboro's attempting to reach the motherly intent and love that she had experience with Camilla.

Oboro bit her lip, deep in thought. She was devastated, it was like her entire world came crashing down on her. All of Oboro's life, since her parents died, it had been all about Takumi. She trained for him, she waited on him, listened to him, and yet it wasn't enough. She could never be enough for him, yet she cared. She cared more deeply than she could express, and the idea of his name being run into the ground, of it being dirtied at her hands. There was no crime in him loving someone else, no matter how much it hurt. Loving someone meant their happiness was at more value than yours, so she hoped whoever had his heart, made it worth it.

"I just know..."Oboro finally said. She couldn't bring Takumi down like that.

Corrin wanted to weep, to hug Oboro, to apologize and beg for forgiveness for what she did. She had hurt this woman to which seemed to be a great deal, and she wasn't angry. Corrin resisted the urge to bury her face in her hands, just wanting to feel good, to feel clean again, as the entire affair made her feel dirty, unclean, not like herself. And she hated it. She hated sitting next to a woman who bravely confessed her heartache and pain, and Corrin had to lie, to pretend like she didn't know. She wished Oboro would hate her, it was so much easier than this.

"I'm so sorry." Corrin managed finally, running her fingers through her hair, a habit she had picked up from Takumi. She really was sorry too, more than words could express. Oboro forced out a smile, sensing the sincerity, something she hadn't thought she would ever find in her leader. Oboro began to see Corrin in a new light. More capable, more strong, more...human.

"It's ok. It's not your fault. I'm the fool for falling in so deep."Oboro reassured.

It felt as if Corrin's heart stopped completely, like her lungs couldn't grasp the concept of breathing anymore. Whoever the enemy was, she was so much worse than them. She was a lie. The sound of her heart pounded in her ears, and she was sure at this point, Oboro was talking, as she could hear a small drone underneath the loud rapid heartbeat. She needed to get away from Oboro, before she said something that she really regretted.

"Silas!" Corrin blurted abruptly. Oboro's cheeks once again flushed. Corrin's intuition was right. Oboro had a growing affinity for Silas, and rightfully so.

"W-what about him?" Oboro stuttered nervously. Corrin leaned forward, preparing to confide in Oboro.

"I think he likes you."Corrin whispered with a small smirk. The growing grin on Oboro's face managed to alleviate the guilt some, as she knew that for a second, the mere idea of Silas was enough to distract Oboro. As quickly as the smile came, it vanished, replaced with a scowl, attempting to disguise her happiness.

"And why should I care if some Nohrian knight likes me?" Oboro pouted, crossing her arms. Corrin smiled knowingly as she collected the cups.

"What! Why are you smiling like that!" Oboro nearly yelled, rising up with a huff.

"Nothing nothing..."Corrin sang before looking up at Oboro. "Thank you for coming out with me. I liked talking to you."

It was Oboro's turn to feel the warmth rise through her chest and then her mind set ablaze. It was real, it was...kind.

"Yeah..." Oboro agreed, wishing to say more but unable to, and settled for just granting Corrin a smile before taking her leave.

The bath felt like absolute heaven. Corrin was almost sure she had died it felt like such absolute bliss, especially while walking back to her room with the breeze tantalizing against her hot skin. The hot springs were only across from where Corrin resided, so without shame, and especially in the darkness of night, she could leisurely stroll home in a robe, drying her hair with a towel. Her favorite nights were nights like these, nights that she felt warm, at comfort, something she had never felt before or at least in a long time. It was almost reminiscent of how she felt as a child, although she couldn't connect a clear memory, she could connect a feeling. The feeling she never got to know in Nohr, one she was desperate to reconnect to. To be held like she was back home, the feeling in her mother's arms. Corrin entered her room, locking the door behind her and ruffling her hair one final time with the towel as she attempted to remove the excess moisture from her hair before discarding the towel beside her.

Tawny brown met florid red, searching each other, hungrily taking in the sight of one another with the little light that the moonlight illuminated. Both remained stuck in place, Corrin's lips slightly parted as she watched her lover's eyes travel up her body and settle on her face. He was reading one of her books from the look of it, placidly sitting at the table, his long silver hair tied up in it's typical ponytail to avoid it getting in his way. She was unaware that silver could ever be so brilliant in the light like this, nor could the beautiful fawn of his eyes catch in the light of the moon, making them so vibrant and alive. He was almost beautiful, his skin was so soft, and his cheekbones were so refined, it was almost as if someone molded them to perfection. Corrin wished she herself was as beautiful.

Takumi watched as she sashayed over, her breasts bouncing as they were lose in her robe, her hips swaying side to side as she approached him. He eagerly licked his lips, setting the book aside and leaning forward in his chair. It was almost as if her eyes glowed in the darkness of the night, it was unnerving, like nothing he had ever seen before, it was almost like holding a ruby to the sun, watching the reflection off of it, clear and shining. She truly was a beautiful woman to him, especially when she looked at him like that. Like he had never been looked at before, like it was him and only him, that he was the only man who mattered. She stood before him, a hand grasping his shoulder as he peered up at her, marveling at how flawless and white her skin was.

"I read one of your books..."He whispered, his hand caressing the middle of her chest and then down to the ribbon of the robe.

He was shaking, still unsure, tentative to touch her. She looked so fragile with skin so porcelain, it was almost as if he felt he could break her. He didn't even know if it was ok to touch her skin, it just felt right. So soft. Goosebumps began to spread across her skin, shuddering at his gentle touch. His fingers were cold against her warm skin, and when he touched her, it was so gentle. She liked it. She liked the hesitation and the uncertainty. She didn't want skill, she didn't want someone who knew what they were doing. She wanted him, she wanted mistakes and hesitation and softness.

Corrin eyed the novel on the table, recognizing the soft sultry pink of the novel in which she had spent so many nights reading. This was one Caladorie had given her, about an ancient princess and her ninja guardian, who fell in love while escaping the enemy. He had read over half of the book, judging by the sight of it open on the table, mocking her. Takumi smirked up at her, watching her cheeks flush nearly the shade of her eyes at the thought of him knowing just how shameful her books were. She was cute, looking so flustered like that. Corrin considered bringing up the picture she found in his closet in retaliation, though bit her tongue, as bringing up the picture would mean Takumi knowing that she looked through his belongings.

"The ninja...in your book, Naoki, he did something interesting to Noriko...something I've never heard of before..."Takumi murmured, his hand trembling as he untied the sash and opened up her robe to reveal her to him. He was still so unsure, so afraid, it had to be a dream, having her in front of him like this. Corrin resisted the urge to cover herself, embarrassed of the way his eyes drank her in. Last night was filled with so much passion and fury that she could hardly remember what happened, or if she exposed herself to him fully.

The goosebumps spread all throughout her body, her nipples standing erect with the cold nip of the air, only Takumi's hot breath on her chest as a source of warmth as his fingers trailed up to her shoulders, pushing the robe off and letting the silk pile to the ground. Corrin yelped as his hands slid down her back, feeling chills like she had never felt before run up her spin as he firmly grabbed her ass, pulling her in closer, his shaking lips pressed tightly against her warm skin. Takumi could never grow tired of seeing Corrin nude infront of him, each time he noticed something new about her body, now with the opportunity to taste every inch of skin he desired to claim. For someone so small framed, she really was a voluptuous woman, had she not have had such lackluster hips, she would be a near goddess. She was so toned and fit, her breasts such a pleasant size yet perky, and such a wonderful ass that he had thought felt even better to touch. Corrin rolled her neck, her eyes fluttering closed as she felt herself melting in his hands, her hands playing with the collar of his shirt as she attempted to undress him. Takumi grabbed hold of them, squeezing tightly.

"No...tonight's for you..." Takumi assured before rising from his seat and wrapping his arms around her waist. The poor dove was still trembling, both in voice and touch, although his face was steadfast and certain, his eyes betrayed him. He knew what he wanted to do, he was sure of it. Yet he was still scared, not used to a woman's touch or company. She intimidated him.

Corrin felt her stomach flip as she was swooped into the air by his strong capable arms. She never could have imagined him capable of such strength, and to do it with such ease. She felt her clit throb in response, unaware strength could be such a turn on, especially from someone who appeared such as Takumi. She wished she could see him, see his body, as he always managed to find a way to prevent her from such. But she didn't feel comfortable pushing him either, he had a pace, and she wanted to respect it.

She landed on the bed, soft and plush, aware of his intentions at this point, as Xander had done the same thing to her on one occasion. Yet, there was none of the same thrill or exhilaration that she felt with Xander. All at once, Corrin's stomach was in knots and yet doing leaps, as her heart began to pound in her ears once again, her vision focusing in on Takumi as he breathlessly stared at her. She really was so unaware of what she did to him, as she leaned back on her elbows, her chest rising and falling rapidly, her lips pursued in a smirk as she studied him. It was all too much for him, as he decided he wanted to taste her, all of her. He approached her, crawling on the bed, to which she sat in order to meet him all too eagerly, grabbing a hold of his face in order to kiss him. He could nearly taste the eagerness and desperation on her tongue, something else that shocked him as kissing with tongues was a new concept to him and something she had not done when she had kissed him previously. It ignited a certain fire within him, adding more and more to the excitement as he nervously allowed himself to enter her mouth, something of which she eagerly accepted.

Takumi pinned Corrin back by the wrists, a primal growl coming from deep inside his throat as he felt her hips buckle already in anticipation, just for a brief second, letting her sex come into contact with the outline of his erection which was constrained by his pants, making his cock ache. He knew he only had to say the word and she would be his, however way he wanted, yet he desired to make her feel the way he did the night previous, to make her writhe for him. Takumi began to plant soft gentle kisses down her neck, just as he had read in the book, stopping in shock when he heard her moan. He had never heard a woman do that before, it was amazing. Not only do she nearly sing under his touch, she did it for him. He liked that, he wanted to hear it again. His kisses continued to trail down to her abdomen, in which he hesitated, taking a deep breath, as he knew what laid in store for him if only he pursued down just a little bit further. What if she didn't like it? What if he messed up, and she would never want to be with him again? It would be awful, as he found he quite liked when she went down on him, something he overheard from men in the village, was difficult to get their wives to do to them. If he succeeded in eating her out though, perhaps he'd be worshiped by her, and she would even feel inclined to blow him again.

His breath was cool on her wet pussy, something that preemptively made her squirm, as she found she quite enjoyed the sensation. He planted one final kiss on her vaginal lips before ever so lightly licking, just wanting to test the taste. He was unaware how it could be salty, with just an undertone of sweetness, ever so faintly. Already, Corrin was a mess, buckling her hips at only the slightest touch with a moan. Already, Takumi knew she would squirm, and firmly grabbed hold of her hips, pressing her down so she would fail to move, and he could continue with what he had set on doing.

His tongue pressed in a little bit further, feeling out the confusing area and folds that he wasn't even aware a woman had. It seemed to be so complicated, as some spots could elicit a strong response, in which she would gasp, and begin to pant, where other spots would receive no response, and a sense of irritation to return back to the top of the pussy, in which he found she began to grasp the sheets and at one point, even cry out his name. Corrin's toes curled in pleasure as Takumi licked in long strokes further down before finally tonguing at an entrance in which made her nearly jolt upright.

"YES!" She cried out, her knuckles going white as she held onto the bed sheets even tighter, her back arching. Takumi groaned in response, desperately wanting to enter the place in which she had cried out when licked in response based on instinct as he looked up at her. He was a lucky man, as he enjoyed every second of the sight in which she bit her lip to hold back moans. He was very lucky indeed.

His tongue could only reach so far, and even with his hands on her hips, the woman was near impossible to keep in place, as she continued to arch her back further and further. Just as he was considering entering her with a finger, just to see if she liked it, she cracked open an eye, holding onto the bedframe for support.

"...I want to feel you instead... " She moaned, making Takumi halt his actions all at once, knowing what the request meant. His eyes widened as he withdrew his face from her musky sex in which dripped with a mixture of her juices and his saliva. She didn't need to ask him twice. All thoughts of nervousness and tentativeness had left him now for a more primal urge.

He rose to his knees, accepting her help to undress him, and feeling slightly self conscious as she hungrily looked at him. Corrin laid back once again as soon as his shirt was removed, searching every last part of his body, wishing she had more than the moonlight. He was not naturally a muscular man, and without work or effort, he should have been scrawny and not nearly in the physique he was in. He wasn't ripped, nor were his muscles bulging, they were settle, and Corrin preferred them that way. He was him, and she adored every last inch of him. He exhilarated her in a way she didn't know was possible.

His cock eagerly sprung forward out of his pants, something Corrin wouldn't dare miss, as she found herself slightly ashamed by her fascination of it, grabbing it immediately, to which it twitched, making Takumi groan as the precum oozed out. He fell to his hands, his knees nearly failing him from just the sensation under her touch, in response, making her all the more eager. She led him to the lips of her sex, letting his cock rest in between, each eliciting a reaction when he pressed down, hitting her clit in just the right way, and letting him feel the slippery exterior of her. She seemed to not want him actually in her, not now, which he was strangely ok with. Following through with sex was so much commitment, something of which he was unsure both him and Corrin were ready for. They locked eyes, her giving a nod of approval to move as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

It was so strange, rough yet smooth all at once, like a sensation incomparable to any other he had felt before. He didn't know what to focus on. The sensation he was feeling in his dick, or the sensation she was causing him as she screamed out his name. The woman could wail, and she seemed to have no intention of being quiet, which in truth, failed to bother him the least bit, as it only seemed to add to his erection. Corrin couldn't even begin to comprehend the sensation he was causing when the base of his cock hit her just in the right spot, making her body feel absolutely light and hot all at once. Her ears began to ring, as she couldn't identify what was coming over her. Her body temperature rapidly rose as she dug her nails in deeper and deeper into his skin, feeling as if she might melt away.

It felt like fireworks going off, all bursting at once as she came for the fist time, desperately gasping for air as she buried herself in the nape of his neck, mewling softly as the pleasure died down. It was nearly indescribable what had just happened, as it came all at once, and so viciously so. She felt tired though, very tired, as she twitched in his arms, feeling him cum only a minute after her, burying his face in her pillow as he let out a low groan. The seed shot across her torso, warm and sticky, which Takumi was careful not to come into contact with. Instead, he sat up, attempting to catch his breath, exhausted from the rapid movement in which she had him move his hips. They both felt light headed, too dizzy to even comprehend their own orgasms, or to consider what they did with each other was a moral sin and completely wrong. Instead, they stayed on the bed, almost drunk in the aftermath of ecstasy.

"Gods..." Was all Corrin could repeat to herself, unaware it was even possible to feel that good. If she had the stamina, she would want to go again, right away, she never wanted to stop feeling this way. To feel so good, to feel so wanted.

Takumi pushed her bangs back before pressing a kiss to her forehead, and then to her lips, only briefly, as he still attempted to catch his breath before retrieving her previously used towel to clean herself off with. He sat on the edge of the bed, pulling his underwear up, not daring to let Corrin see him without clothing when she didn't need to. He wasn't ready for that vulnerability outside of a sexual ideology.

She took the towel with gratitude, wiping herself off. Takumi laid beside her with a content sigh, his orgasm still leaving him in relaxed bliss, he never wanted to just use his hand ever again, not after that. Corrin rested her head on his chest, drawing figures on it with her finger as she listened to his heart beat. It was strange to hear someone else's yet, she never thought a heart beat could be beautiful until now. It was steady, assured, just like him, it was strong. Takumi looked at her, cocking his head at her, as he never could comprehend her.

"What are you doing?" He asked, stroking her hair.

"Nothing." She whispered before raising up to kiss him.

"Goodnight Takumi."

"...Goodnight Corrin."

I was really hoping to put the lemon in the next chapter. Is that too soon? Idk.