Kamui x Crimson

	The loud tang of a hammer on stone rang out through the Hoshidan castle courtyard, the stars above illuminating the grounds. It continued for minutes in it's smooth, rhythmic beat. Seating atop the balcony, feet dangling off the edge, Kamui gazed down at the source of the commotion, apple in hand. The blonde girl, her armour, the same colour as her namesake, resting on a tree beside her as she hammered away. From his point of view it looked as if she were merely smashing down on the stone foundation for no reason at all. If he didn't know any better, he personally would have thought her insane. Gauging the distance with what remained of his apple core, he slipped off the railing, and dropped down to the ground.

	"Crimson!" He called out, waving at her as she turned her head. She responded with a smile and a wave of her own. "Yo~! What's up, Kamui? Come to get that other half of your armour done up?"
"Yeah," He nodded, glancing down at his breastplate. His left side was the usual pale, greyish silver, a deep contrast to the sparkling right side. "I feel like an idiot walking around half-sparkly."

	She didn't waste any time clearing space for him to set his stuff down, and he swiftly did. Kamui felt a little awkward sitting across from her bare-chested, but didn't complain. Picking up her hammer in her hands, Crimson got straight to work, crushing more stones and jewels against the ground, shattering them in to a sparkling dust of various colours.

	As he watched the young woman in front of him work, Kamui couldn't help but admire her. When he first found out that she had this little quirk of hers he was a little surprised. She didn't seem the type to have a hobby like this; crushing stones to make art on her armour and body. He'd taken up the habit of watching her work after she'd done a few pieces on his arms, often finding himself out on the balcony in the dead of night, silently staring down at her as she swung her hammer and adorned her armour with the bits and pieces.

	One night in particular stuck out in his memory. It was similar to this one, but instead of decorating his armour, Crimson had taken a fancy towards doing his back. He vividly remembered every detail, down to the way every tiny piece she set in place sent a shiver down his spine. The way her fingertips pressed gently, but steadily, against his flesh as she worked. Her fingernails digging in to his skin at times, meshing her warmth with his, contrasting with the cool nights air. She moved with a similar grace tonight, and it was all he could see in his head. The shifting in her arms, her posture adjusting with every stone set in place. The way her expression was constantly changing, from one of intense concentration, to one of pure bliss.

	"--ey. Hey!" Kamui snapped back to attention, clearing his head with a shake. He hadn't fallen asleep, had he? He was positive he'd been paying attention somewhat, at least.

"W-What? What's wr--?" Kamui asked, looking up at her. His eyes widened, face flushing a deep scarlet, and he bit his tongue in surprise. In front of the silvery haired male was the woman's bare back, his armour off to the side. Crimson peered at him over her shoulder, arms crossed to cover herself, clutching a small piece of paper between her fingers.

	"Take it. It's a sketch. I want you to trace over it with the liquid on my back, and then place the stones overtop. I can't do it myself, so, could you...help me out?" She asked, her red eyes sparkling with a hint of excitement. It didn't take a Hoshidan price to figure out how embarrassed she was, a simple look at her face would give that away, her skin flushed as red as her breastplate.

	"Ah... Sure." With trembling hands he took the sheet, and did as she asked. Why was he shaking so badly? It was just Crimson. He'd spent a lot of time with her, what reason did he have to be nervous? It's not like it's the first time he'd seen a woman's bare back before. They were in the middle of a war, it was bound to happen sooner or later. Just relax, Kamui. He thought, struggling to keep his hands steady. Just place the stones over the... whatever it is, and finish. Don't think about it, just work. He wasn't very good at it. It was one thing for him to ignore her pressing in to his back, but an entirely different world, to him at least, to ignore his fingers touching her flesh. She radiated heat, the odd droplet of sweat here and there from her exertion.

	The night seemed to carry on forever, the two of them sitting on the cold stone, bare-chested and alone. With his heart starting to finally relax, Kamui finished placing the gems on Crimson's back. Leaning back to take a better look at the design, he couldn't really get a good idea of what it was supposed to be. It did, however, look like it was cut directly in half, straight down the middle.
"Hey, what's this supposed to be, anyway?" He asked curiously.
"It's a wyvern."
"A wyvern? But, why only half?"
The blonde gave a heavy sigh, her shoulders heaving with the effort as she stood. Did I say something wrong?
"Are you an idiot?" She asked, spinning around, her hands on her hips. She didn't bother to cover herself up, clearly more interested in his answer than anything else. Oh Gods she's beautiful. Why did I never notice until now?
"I put one on your back not two days ago, and you can't even remember what it was?" Christ it's hard not to stare at her chest. Couldn't she cover up?
"...You're slower than I thought, Kamui. I...-" The angry expression on her face evaporated almost as fast as it came, her mouth twisting in to a crooked smile as she let out a small laugh. Crimson sat back down, closer to him than before. He could feel her breath hitting his face "-...Just flip the page over and think about it."

	Not entirely sure what to expect, he did. It just looks like two halves of a wyvern. I'm not sure I-
Ah.
"Get it now?"
"..."
"..."
"I'm sorry, Crim-" He was cut off just as quickly as he started, her lips mashing against his in a gentle manner. She was soft to the touch. Soft, and unbelievably warm. Kamui felt her tongue brush up against his lower lip, and press in to his mouth in his moment of weakness.

	Kamui tried to pull his head away. This was too fast for him, his head was spinning, unsure of what exactly was going on, but the freckled woman wouldn't let him. Her hands gripped his shoulders and pulled him closer to her, climbing in to his lap, pushing her legs on to either side of his hips as she wrestled her tongue past his lips. Her body was incredibly hot to the touch, especially in contrast with the cool night air. Every inch of her flesh that pressed against his made his hair stand on end, goose bumps travelling up his body.

	Crimson's eyes closed, and her assault slowed as she felt his resistance start to disappear. She sank in to his arms, her clothed thighs clenching tightly against his waist as she sat in his lap, slowly starting to wiggle back and forth. Small responses from his tongue, and his own hands moving to grab hold of her waist, caused a quiet moan to slip through her lips, encouraging him to continue. And he did. The table switched easily. With his hands on her waist, he pushed against her, returning her earlier fervor with his own passion. He kissed in to her, forcing her tongue back in to her mouth, accompanied by his own. Exploring every inch of her with his appendage until his lungs felt like they were going to burst, forcing the two to break apart, a thin trail of saliva connecting their pink flesh.

	The duo's chests heaved as they sucked in air, faces millimetres apart, before he launched his assault again. Kamui's mouth went to her neck, kissing, licking and sucking on her skin, before he sank his teeth in to her in a gentle, passionate nibble. She cried out, her grip on his shoulders tightening as he released, starting to kiss his way lower. Kamui reached her collarbones, and wasted no time giving them the attention she desired, coasting across them with his tongue and a barrage of kisses. Taking his time with every spot, he covered her collarbones with a small assortment of hickeys, each one causing another small, gasping moan to slip through Crimson's mouth as her flesh turned scarlet, quiet whispers of "Kamui," drawn from her every time his mouth connected with her body.

	She wasn't idle as he worked. Crimson had slowly taken the time to begin undressing herself, until her pants were pressing uncomfortably against Kamui's stomach, unable to go any lower due to the position she sat in. He didn't particularly care, he was far too preoccupied with the small mounds of flesh caught between his teeth. Her bare breasts hung in the air in front of him, and he eagerly took one in to his mouth, twirling his tongue around her perky pink nipple. In the cold silence of the night her breath and voice was like an orchestra to his ears, as loud theatrical performance, purely for his own enjoyment. Like an Emperor sitting upon his throne, being entertained by an ambassador seeking favours. Every time her chest heaved and struggled as she breathed, her warmth radiated to him. It excited him, threatening to drive him over the edge. The sharp intake of air, followed by the swift exhalation, the harsh, almost-painful gasp of his name on her tongue following closely after. Gods it made him ache.

	With a loud grunt of effort, the silvery haired male stood, scooping her up by the waist as he did. Crimson yelped, her eyes shooting open in a moment of terror, before she relaxed, clutching her legs around him tightly. She wasn't heavy, but she wasn't in the easiest position to carry. His legs wobbled for an instant, and he put her back up against the nearby castle wall. This is was much easier on the two of them. Letting her hand drop from his shoulder, Crimson reached down to her waist, and snaked her fingers beneath it. She wiggled and twisted, until their palms connected, and clenched tight, interlocking their fingers tightly.

	All it took to drive the blonde, freckle covered woman over the edge for the first time was a single finger. With a wet, slick sound, Kamui let go of her waist, and slid his hand between her thighs, up against her sex. He could feel the heat coming from it before he even came close. Sliding a finger inside, she clenched her legs together, painfully tight against his waist, and shook. Ah, she came already? He couldn't help but smile to himself, considering it a job well done. Kamui sank his finger in deeper, her moans getting louder as he dove knuckle deep in to her wet pussy. It was starting to become too much for her to handle. Using her hand on his shoulder she pulled him in, smashing her lips against, his, tasting him once more. She took his lower lip in to her mouth, biting and suckling on it like a babe on her mother's breast, coating it in her spit.

	It took more effort than Kamui imagined to lower his own pants. Crimson's were still wrapped around her knees, her boots wrapped around his waist. He couldn't directly see her lower half, but his hand told him all he needed to know. His member throbbed in anticipation for what was soon to come, twitching in excitement as it stood at attention, hovering overtop her sex. Gods he wanted nothing more than to take her right then and there. To drive her farther over the edge than she'd even been. To have her cry out his name, in the midst of the courtyard, not caring who or what heard her cries of pleasure. It took every ounce of control he had remaining not to plunged himself deep inside of her, but he knew it would be worth it when the time came.
His finger swirled around inside of her leaking cunt, tracing her insides with the tip, caressing her as he slipped another inside. She moaned out in to his mouth, and he felt her tighten around his digits.

	Crimson finally broke the kiss between the duo, panting excitedly. She loosened her grip on his shoulder, barely able to keep her fingers closed due to his constant teasing of her lower half. Her thighs ached with every little movement he made. Every twist, every turn, every flick, bend, caress, and movement sent large shivers up through her insides, up her spine, and made her head cloudy with lust. She never expected her night to go like this. Not with Kamui. Not with her Kamui. She was a rebel from another country, a simple, lively girl. But to him, she was his entire world right now. The mere thought of being his entire centre of attention made her heart skip in to her throat. The blonde wanted to cry out, to say his name, call to him, hear his voice, hear her name on his tongue. Nothing else mattered to her right now except for him, and him alone. But she didn't. Instead, she merely groaned out around his fingers, letting herself slowly sink further in to the sea of pleasure he was introducing her to.
Slim, feminine fingers slipped down his arm, the tips gently caressing his form. As her back pushed up against the wall for support, she sighed, his own fingers withdrawing from her. The girly appendages twirled themselves around the hardened, waiting meat rod of the silvery haired male. Crimson prodded it against her wet opening, teasing herself, and him in one stroke. It was finally her time to hear him moan out. Kamui...
Her mind raced, desperate to hear more of his soft voice in the quiet night. Their breathing mixed together in the silence, ragged and laboured, as she slid the head of his cock against her slit, soaking it in her juices. Until, an idea came to her, and she sunk her hand lower.

	With his now-soaked head pressed firmly against her lower hole, Crimson loosened her grip, encouraging him to push forward. He eagerly complied, pushing his hips closer to her, pressing against her puckered rear hole.
"A-Ahh..." She gasped out, wincing slightly as he passed through her, slowly making his way inside. She was tight, and he grunted audibly, pushing more of his thickness in. It took tremendous effort, but slowly and surely, more and more of Kamui's length found its way inside Crimson's canal.
Shockwaves of pleasure tore through Crimson, mixing together with the pain of having her asshole pushed open by Kamui's throbbing cockmeat. She grit her teeth together, breathing in heavy, seething gasps as he hilted inside her ass, his hips pushing painfully against her cheeks. Their hands swirled together, grasping each others sweat-slick palms, entwining their fingers as Kamui started to slowly pump his hips back and forth, dredging his cock in and out of Crimson's rear. He starts to pick up speed as she adjusts, her grunts of discomfort turning in to moans of pleasure, mimicking his own.
"Kamui...Kamui...Kamui..." Crimson's voice echoed across the empty courtyard, drowned out only by the sound of flesh slapping against flesh. Her asshole gripped on to his cock tight, as if trying to milk him for every drop he had, refusing to lighten it's hold over his rod. Each love-filled thrust from him threatened to push her over the brink, and she felt her lust welling up in the pit of her stomach. I'm gonna...

	Kamui thrust with all his might, pounding away feverishly as Crimson's asshole. The way her read squeezed down on him was driving him insane, making him drive himself further and further in to her. Every thrust carried the full weight of his lust behind it, pulling out until only the head remained inside, before her hammered back in, bottoming out with a loud smack as their hips collided. He didn't care about being seen by anyone, courtyard be damned. All Kamui could think about right now was the woman in his arms. With an exaggerated grunt, he leaned forward, kissing the blonde roughly, shoving his tongue deep down her throat as he exploded. His seed poured out, pumping inside of the freckle-faced woman as he continued to hammer away at her fuckhole. She shuddered and shook, the combination too much for her to handle, the strength in her legs disappearing in an instant, her grip on his hands tightening so much it made him flinch. Were it not for the wall behind her, she'd have slid to the ground.

	Minutes passed, Kamui's hips grinding to a halt, panting heavily with exhaustion. The couple stood, Crimson's back pressed against the wall, lips still locked in a passionate kiss. He considering breaking it and cleaning themselves up, but, decided against it, content with standing beneath the stars, lover in his arms.