For once, words escaped Owain Dark.

Not about the lovely princess of Nohr, although it'd be fair to say that one glance at Camilla's voluptuous form would strike any man mute. The exalted swordmaster would write an epic to the princess of dusk that would make bards weep. But his tongue was still.

Further epochs could be regaled of their surroundings. The fiery hellscape of Ebony Mountain was more at home as a battlefield of steel and magic rather than one of clashing skin. The heat choked him, driving rivers of sweat down his rippling chest. Better still was the puddle that had formed between her twin peaks. That was not what gave him pause.

In the end it came down to where their duel of the flesh had commenced. Where they had cast aside trusted weapons and relied solely on their natural gifts and bounties to grapple not as Yllisean or Nohrian, but as man and woman.

Or rather, what they we're laying on.

"Oooh, that's it." Camilla cooed, massaging her massive tits. Her toes curled with her towering heels. Her back was arched across the rim of her saddle and onto the cool metal plating over her beloved Malig's neck. The great beast slumbered beneath them, ignorant to their antics.

Owain watched they hypnotic sight, briefly forgetting that they were straddling her great undead beast. He dared to bring his eyes up to her bliss-soaked face, catching the lingering traces of his exalted seed on her lips.

His hands tightened against her hips, struggling to find a hold in her steel corset. The myrmidon could feel her pubic curls caress his pelvis each time they met. Camilla's sweet voice reached his ear, snapping him out of his lusty musings, "Please, continue".

The princess giggled at his gormless expression, finding it rather endearing. A perfect contrast to the well honed body and 'sword' that had impaled her. She brushed a few strands away from her mouth before smiling, "you were praising my breasts?"

"Oh! Uh, Y-your bosom must strain to hold the fathomless love welling in your heart." he stammered, growing bolder near the end.

She looked up to the young myrmidon, listening to each platitude he lavised her with. 'He's quite eloquent when he gets into it.' she mused. A part of her hoped he would return to worshipping her hair, and maybe even give her an offering in the process. For now she'd enjoy his erotic rhymes..

Were they corny? Yes. We're they self-indulgent? Perhaps. Did she love every second of it? Absolutely .

Owain settled into a temperate thrust as he regaled the praise to Nohr's most intimate treasures. "The greatest eagles in the skies are envious of you and your twin drag…"

"D-dra-aaaaah."

"Mmm?" The princess opened her eyes, looking for the source of his discomfort. She realized that her pet had been roused from its slumber. The great undead dragon had reared its head, leveling its impassive glowing eyes against the young man fucking his master.

"Oh, you," she reached up and scratched its chin, eliciting rumbling groans from the dracolich. "Don't mind him. Just keep going my dear."

Owain struggled to obey, but the words had once more abandoned him. "I uh...that was it."

Camilla frowned, "Oh dear, d-don't tell me you're afraid of my little darling?" she pouted. He didn't say anything, but she felt his firm desire wilt a bit in her pussy. 'Well that simply won't do.'

"Come here." she beckoned him. Owain obeyed, rearing over her risque armor until he was practically touching her trembling saw her tongue peek out to lick her dry lips, but resisted the urge to capture it with his own .

"Feet in the stirrups," she ordered. Confused, the myrmidon obeyed her request. The wyvern straddler reached behind her to secure the reins of her mount, wrapping them around her wrists. Before he could question her, Camilla wrapped her legs around his back. "Just hold on tight, okay?"

"W-what are you do-oooOOOING?!"

Camilla didn't respond, too busy screaming as a white-hot orgasm erupted within her core. She blindly squeezed her legs, crushing him against her supple body. Gravity had stuffed his screaming face into her chest, suffocating him against her bosom.

he tightened his grip on her arms, firmly glued to her pelvis. The sudden resistance against his legs made attempting to keep his feet planted a challenge.

Owain lifted his head out of her marshmallow trap the moment he could move. He gasped for breath, quickly realizing how clean and pure the air was. The skies were also much clearer, and the heat of Ebony Volcano had been replaced with the chill of the boundless skies.

'Don't look down, don't look down.'

"Excuse me darling," he felt her armored finger touch his chin. With a meager show of force, she brought his head down to meet her sultry face. "My eyes are down here."

I'm kind of ashamed to say I struggled on this until an unrelated smut project gave me the idea. After that was just writing it all. With this I'm done highlighting the Awakening characters and can move onto the final four. I'm thinking this work will be done and sorted before the end of May.