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Celica couldn’t deny a certain… interest in well-toned forms. In bodies, pushed to the peak of physical perfection, with muscles smooth yet sturdy, as if chiseled from stone and given life by the Earth Mother. As far back as her years in the priory, she’d realised there was something about them that stole her attention – seeing in sculptures, and imagining through scripture, the flawless features of heroes from Valentia’s earliest days in unity.
Her fascination had never quite settled even after she’d left the priory – reawakened by her encounter with the mercenary Saber, and thoroughly kindled by further encounters with other handsome men and women alike, from Jesse and Atlas to Catria and Palla.
But in Askr, where there were warriors of near legendary strength almost by the hundreds…
Goddess forgive her – for she was a mere mortal, surrounded by the divine.
“H-hah… Didn’t know you had a side like this to you, princess,” Titania breathed – shuddering and breathing in, hard, as Celica’s lips trailed down over her rippling abs, and her hands caressed her sides, fingers gliding over smooth and powerful muscles. “Here I thought you only meant to touch, like a blushing maiden… but I think I prefer you like this. I do appreciate a woman who knows what she wants, and isn’t shy about it…”
Celica didn’t know what had come over her – whether it was the steady, dizzying heat of the sun, or the heady scent of the sea. But she’d seen Titania, still dripping wet from a swim… her hair a mess, her smile broad, and her body so perfect, so beautiful…
And, well… Celica hadn’t been able to resist her. She’d seen her, and wanted her. Before she’d known it, she’d walked over, murmuring something about her muscles… and now…
Now, all logic and decorum had abandoned her – and she was worshipping Titania with the kind of devotion that should have been reserved for Mila alone. Titania had been all too encouraging, too – chuckling with amusement and approval as Celica had pressed a kiss onto her abs, then another, and another, her lips sliding over her muscles and her tongue darting out to taste her salty, sun-soaked skin.
“I don’t know what’s come over me,” she whispered, looking up at her. “Goddess forgive me for my wantonness, but… I can’t stop myself. You’re just so…”
“Perfect?” Titania grinned. “Hah! Well, I’d be lying if I said I didn’t like hearing it. And having a pretty little thing like you fawn over me, well… it’s not what I expected, coming here, but I’ll gladly take it.”
She shifted, pushing her muscles up against Celica’s lips, and her smile grew.
“Don’t slow down, now. Keep going.”
Right away, Celica resumed her worship with fervour, peppering kisses across the ripples of Titania’s stomach and running her tongue over her muscle – delighting in their firmness, yet also in the way they seemed to quiver under her touch.
“I can feel the power in these,” she breathed. “The strength they must hold… oh, Titania. How often do you train to keep them so defined?”
“Every morning, without fail,” she said. “I wouldn’t be much of a commander if my skills with a blade began to rust, after all… nor if I let my body get soft and weak.”
“I’m… I’m glad for your diligence,” Celica murmured, feeling utterly delirious as she said it. “So glad. Your body is beautiful, Titania… a testament to the strength and discipline of a warrior. It’s truly a pleasure to admire it.”
“Well, go ahead and admire all you want. But there’s more to me than just my abs, you know…”
“I’ll get there,” Celica said – a promise she was eager to make good on. “I’m just… I’m savouring every part of you. One inch at a time…”
“Is that so…? Well, dear – I think you’ll find the best part of me’s a few inches greater than that.”
Celica had been so distracted by Titania’s chest that she hadn’t thought to look down. But now, following the commander’s gaze… her eyes went wide, and her breath caught in her throat.
She hadn’t expected, perhaps, to find a visible bulge – the outline of her cock straining against the fabric, as if begging to be let free. But it was hardly the first time she’d seen something like it; and though it made her pause in surprise, it didn’t deter her one bit.
In fact… she was all the more eager, now.
“You’ll have to forgive me,” Celica said, finally managing a smile. “In my excitement, it seems I’ve neglected to show you the full extent of my appreciation…”
“And just how far does that appreciation go…?” Titania asked, a sly note to her voice.
“All the way, if you’ll allow it… down to the last inch.”
At that, Titania’s expression grew warm and hungry, and she laid a hand on the top of Celica’s head, threading her fingers through her hair.
“Then by all means, princess – show me what else those lovely lips can do.”
Emboldened, and with her heart beating faster in her chest, Celica tugged at the waistband of Titania’s swimsuit – and all at once, the mercenary’s cock sprang free, bouncing up into the air and falling heavily against her abs.
Celica swallowed. The sight of it was enough to make her mouth water; to send a rush of desire down between her legs.
It was every bit the marvel as the rest of her: long, thick, and beautifully shaped. At its base was a neatly trimmed bush of red hair, and at its tip, a bead of arousal – glistening and inviting, and just about ready to be licked up.
“Tell me, princess,” Titania teased. “Is it to your liking…?”
“Oh, Titania… you are divine,” she whispered, as her hand wrapped around the cock. “And I, for one, intend to treat you as such…”
“Then by all means, princess. Make me feel like a goddess.”
Without wasting another moment, Celica did just that.