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The muggy heat of the dense forest after heavy rains brought with it something Corrin found thoroughly exhausting. He felt like he had more water outside of him than on him, sweating out every last bit of his hydration and finding it difficult to think or focus. He was worn down, every step leaving him tired and just that little bit more frustrated with the sheer heat around him. He was used to the cold embrace of the castle he grew up in, the chill and dry air he had come to see as home, not the mugginess of air so wet and so hot that his clothes clung to him, and so thick that he could feel his every movement accumulate more moisture onto his body.
"Are you handling the heat well, dear?" Camilla asked, looking over her shoulder to Corrin with a keen sense he was struggling. She could see it in the way he moved, in the breaths he took. "Do not forget to drink your water. It's very important to stay hydrated."
"I'll be okay," Corrin lied, trying to steady himself as best he could. The water they brought with them did sound like a good idea, and the way to get to the relief he needed, so he brought the bottle to his lips, only to find it was empty. The waterskin had a scant few drops left in it, not enough for him to even wet his mouth properly. It made Corrin groan, the realization slowly dawning on him that he did not come as prepared as he should have. "I drank it too fast," he complained.
"You poor darling, I could never let you go thirsty. You'll have to drink from me instead." Assuming the muggy frustration of this miserable, humid situation that he misheard 'from mine'. He prepared himself to have a drink from Camilla's waterskin, certainly receptive to the idea and to finding some relief in a drink from her water. Instead, she opened her blouse up, her buttons almost popping off of her clothes as she pulled free her ample bosom and bared herself for him in full. "You can drink to your heart's content. They're so heavy and sore that some relief would help me greatly."
Camilla's plump breasts heaved a little bit, bouncing toward Corrin, with milk dripping from her nipples and her eyes set obsessively upon Corrin. It was a lot for him to behold and to have to process, doubly so thanks to the weight of desire and obsession urging him to want to push forward and seize hold of her, reaching out to grab her breasts and pull them in against his touch. She offered him a drink, but the overtones of what she wanted on top of that weren't lost on him. Corrin burned with need, and with a sudden shove forwards, he just let himself give in. He was parched. He was tired. He was, now, outrageously horny.
Latching his lips around her dark, puffy nipple offered Corrin the one chance he had at quenching the heat-induced thirst over him. He couldn’t help himself, deeply embarrassed by just how urgently he shoved himself forward, sucking without sense on her nipples, just doing anything to get at the milk and to try and give himself in to the burning need upon him. Need tore through him. Hot, overbearing need. he couldn’t help himself, grabbing her sweaty, soft tits and pushing his face in tighter, letting himself guzzle down all of the warm, slightly sweet breast milk he could.
Quenching his thirst on her milk left him desperate, the neediness and the hunger of wanting to push forward, his face pushing in to the top of her sweaty breast and just inhaling the scent of it. The needs surging across his body only became needier and hotter while he gave in to this, the pleasure that swept across him, made him frustrated with how readily he was pawing at her body now. He couldn’t help himself, undermined by the urgency and desire of a pleasure built on the solid foundation of pure lust. He needed this. He had no option but to give himself up to these hungers and try to succumb to all the need melting his focus down into gooey mush now. He wanted it so badly, and the chance to give himself in to this became a threatening burn of pure need, the reality of his desires and his lust for Camilla boiling over in ways that Corrin didn't know what to feel about, but which left him craving more of her.
"Drink to your heart's content. All of my milk is yours if you want it." Happily standing in confident joy before Corrin, Camilla was all too happy with this turn of events, letting the wild pleasure carry on. His urgency and the obsession carrying him forward kept up something reckless and needy, the delirium of a clear desperation that continued to escalate, bringing Camilla just what she wanted and keeping her happily pushing for more, savouring the utter wrongness behind all these delirious desires. She felt compelled to keep pressing on, indulging in this with less and less restraint. "Don't be afraid to touch me either. Wherever you want to."
Permission sent Corrin's hands scrambling for anything he could get, grabbing at her body with a needy, fitful, urgent need to lose himself. He grabbed aimlessly at her every which way, finding purchase upon her body and indulging in the wild glee of this satisfaction, pleasures that demanded he give himself in to this, struggling to contain himself, awash in frustrations and embarrassments he wanted to give in to fully. Dizzy and intoxicating need made him feel hopeless, the frustration of a powerless heat too lustful and wicked to ignore. Irresistible pressure made her feel hotter, more and more confused under the weight of all these ideas.
He breathed in the smell of her sweat, savouring it, sinking into obsession and urgency with a need that continued to wear him down harder, compelling him into feelings of pure need, obsessed with the joy of giving himself in to all these ideas and finding it impossible now to hold himself back. Camilla was gorgeous, irresistible, and he was desperate to give himself now to anything he could, the pleasures he needed more of, desperate for the chance to find relief and to feel the pleasure and the urgency taking him deeper. Corrin couldn't help it; once he got going, there felt like no slowing down, and his overbearing efforts grew needier, hastier, sloppier, driven by an unrelenting urgency that made his head spin.
"Does my milk taste that good?" rumbled Camilla. A soft laugh followed, the princess growing happier with this with each passing moment. The sloppy, hungry urgency that carried Corrin forward proved to be just what she needed, every craving lighting her up, igniting her with a desire that continued to beg her deeper, and she wanted only to see how far she could take the pleasures, their urgent lusts pulling her deeper, compelling her to want to lose herself. Camilla remained steadfast and confident in all the pleasures aching through her, feelings growing more erratic and demanding by the second. She wanted only to continue giving in to this, tempting Corrin into giving up to her everything she wanted, forcing him to meet her wild demands and their growing urgency. She was in firm control, a steadily confident and shameless satisfaction it was almost trivial to wield against him.
Corrin felt so weak, compromised and shaky while shoving himself forward with the burn of pure obsession, overwhelmed by desires and sensations carrying him further and further down. He had no control against these feelings, abrupt lusts sweeping across his body, forcing him deeper into these outrageous feelings. It was all a little bit too much, and he felt forced deeper. His hands grabbed all over her body, feeling her, rubbing along the sweat-wet skin with an urgent desperation that only made him feel hotter and hungrier. There was nothing but pure need within him, the throbbing urgency making him falter, making his head spin. He was powerless to resist the lust for Camilla that usually he was able to hold back from. The burning need carried him further down, a deepening insistence carrying his lusts, making his head spin, making him feel like he had no idea what he could possibly do to make sense of this.
Except to drink. He continued to drink it down, well past any measure of quenching his thirst. Corrin drank every drop with the greedy and hopeless need to enjoy the taste of it, to know that with each chance he could take to suck down her milk, he was enjoying her body harder. It was all he really wanted, these writhing urgencies carrying him into this deeper fever, obsessive and frustrated by the dizzying insistence carrying him forward, making him crave these outrageous feelings, making his thoughts ache with hotter obsession and need. Thirst gave way to hunger, and his hands adored her body with increasing obsession, the deeper need of urgent pleasures he was happy to keep giving in to, pursuing these overwhelmed needs and their lusts at the hottest core of something truly senseless.
The lust he held for Camilla was outrageous, only showing off the deeper urgency and desperation behind every suck, his body pushing forward in hotter obsession, deepening lusts making him fall to pieces. His cock strained against his pants, and as the stresses of dehydration faded away, in its place came the urgent need to let himself surrender, giving himself up to the insistence of hunger and desire, desperate feelings making him need to lose himself, succumbing to the throbbing urgency of needing to give in to this, pleasures that continued to overwhelm them.
There was only so much milk to drink, and when finally he had drained both of her breasts, he felt like he wanted more. He licked his way up the top of her breast, cleaning the sweat off of her, its salty and earthy contrast to the sweet milk making his head reel. He wanted more, needing to give himself up to this. He licked along her skin, melting into obsession and need, proving just how badly he wanted more from her. He needed it. There was only desperation behind his touch now, the urgency of his lusts making his thoughts fall to pieces and making him need to give himself to this all, lost to the outrageous burn of obsession and fascinated need. It was an urgent mess, a wreckage of sloppy desire and desperation to continue to give in to, falling apart with less and less restraint now, senseless in the face of these growing excitements and what they offered him.
"I think I'm getting thirsty, too," Camilla said. 'But I want to save my water, dear. I want you to give me something to drink." Her fingers tightened against Corrin pulling him in tighter, her body shuddering in wild urgency now, giving in to the shivering pleasures she felt she had no control over. Powerless, frustrated, hopeless, she was about to give herself far too readily now to ideas of giving up to this all, throbbing under their warming and warning delight. It felt like too much for him to make sense of. Her eyes scanned around, and fell upon a felled tree nearby, one that offered her something convenient to lie back on. She pulled him along with her, hand grabbing at the bulge in his pants as she urged him over toward the tree with her and pulled him upon her. "You are going to need to give me everything I want, dear."
Corrin was stunned by the suddenness of Camilla lying herself down on the tree trunk with her head resting back off of the edge of it, her mouth lips parting open to invite him in. Her breasts looked immaculate from that position, and everything about how she put herself on display drove him crazy, filled Corrin with a need so potent and so urgent that he didn't know how to deal with himself. "I don't know about this."
"I do, dear," Camilla said, tugging his pants down from her position lying supine atop the trunk, yanking clumsily down in hopes she could free or even just dislodge his cock. It did indeed swing upward, a dramatic display of smouldering delight. "This cock. I want to drink from it. Right now. Do not leave me going thirsty. Not after I let you drink." Her smile widened, the not-so-subtle urgencies of pleasures leaving Corrin to melt under the temptation she threw right at him. Ruthless and unashamed, Camilla wanted nothing less than Corrin’s complete unraveling under her touch. He found himself compelled, desperate, awash in the knowledge he had only one option before him and that he just had to give himself to all of this and let go.
With a confident slam forward, he buried his cock deep into his adoptive sister's throat, ramming forward with the desperate need to give in to this. "I'll give you something to drink!" he shouted, shivering in embarrassment, agonizingly aware how deep into this mess he was now, that his only option to get some sort of control back in the face of all this was to just let himself abandon all sense of restraint. She'd taken care of one of his needs, but flared up another, much more embarrassing need to greatly for him to be able to control himself. "Fuck," he groaned, grabbing her breast and her throat at the same time, holding onto her with all eh had while he threw his hips into mad motion, ecstatic need driving him to deal with what he had always wanted to.
Gargling on Corrin's cock was all Camilla had want for so long that she was a little bit stunned it came on so urgently and sloppily. Her mouth was so fucking ready for it though, her throat struggling and sputtering around his cock. This was paradise for a woman obsessed with Corrin, and she felt herself finally on the receiving end of the wonderfully sweet justice that came from being loved by and thoroughly loving him at long last. She’d just nursed him, and now he gave her his cock in turn, a storm of pure aggression carrying his hips forward in the burning delight of making her feel his most urgent lusts, desires building gradually up with single-minded intention and something that could tear her utterly apart if she let it. And oh, how she wanted to let it.
Deep slams into her throat provoked lots of messy choking sounds, struggles that only excited Corrin further, inspired his hips in their most ruthless pace to keep using her, to keep indulging thoroughly in her body and pushing her to give him exactly what he wanted. The precision of his desperate desires carried him forward, his desire to find relief overwhelming any rationality in his mind, making him crave the desperate bliss of throatfucking Camilla in pursuit of what he needed. Every craving lit him up, obsessive and senseless, awash in the throbbing joy of simply letting himself let go. He had no choice now, had no control. He wanted only to give himself to this lust, and he felt himself powerless to stop these burning satisfactions, needing to give himself up wholly to ideas that tore across him with tireless glee.
"It feels so good," groaned Corrin, unable to contain himself. "I've wanted to do this for so long. I want to--I want more." He was powerless here, falling apart under the dizzy and worrying insistence of feelings tearing him completely apart now. He felt lost to all of this, melting under the euphoria and frustration of being able to finally express the urgencies waiting inside of him, pleasures he was able to express with burning obsession. His every desire was upon him now, pleasures driving him to fall to pieces, to accept the throb of surrender making him succumb to his every desire. Desires ripping his thoughts to pieces and keeping him falling into the overbearing need to lose himself. Camilla's beasts heaved with every stroke, bouncing and jiggling enticingly along in front of him, making him all the hungrier and needier about giving himself to this, allowing the pleasure to drive him to depths of desperation and fever too intense to be able to fight off.
Sucking his sweaty cock off harder, she was awash in joy under what her senses received. His heavy balls slapped down against her face, and she happily inhaled the scent, loving what he could give her, loving that Corrin could give up to her something truly incredible, pleasures that she continued to surrender to. Pleasure tore her asunder, the dizzier passion she was able to give in to now. Deeper obsession and hazy bliss kept her giving in deeper, the throbbing joy of desires she could continue to succumb to, letting all these feelings rip her apart.
Camilla loved every second of guiding him to lose himself and invite him down with her, the deepening haze of these pleasures growing more and more overt while she tended to these desires, allowing lust to consume her. She sucked harder, melting into the joy of finally sating her obsession, letting Corrin use her mouth harder, letting his reckless and ruthless attentions guide her to fall to pieces. She wanted it so fucking badly, melting into the fever and passion of letting herself fall to pieces, embracing these mad satisfactions without a care. She wanted it so fucking badly, needing to surrender herself to these deeper needs, to pleasures she felt ready to give in to fully, desperate and deeper need making her fall to pieces. Camilla couldn't believe her mad spiral down into this chaos, a frustration and delirium she continued to succumb to, allowing pleasure to unravel her thoughts and plunge her into these outrageous needs. It felt like too much to handle, and she was so happy to embrace all of this heat, melting into the delirious bliss of urgent hunger, letting all of her thoughts surrender to pure joy and need now.
"I'm going to help. I'll give you something to drink. I'm going to--fuck, yes, fuck!" He couldn't contain himself, gasping out harder through the outrageous urgency and needy bliss keeping him falling apart. The pleasure throbbing across him brought on incredible aches, needy pleasures he could give himself to deeper, a full expression of need and desire that he wanted more and more of. This was too much, throbbing across him with outrageous glee, joyful heats that continued to wear him down, made him feel better about wanting to give in to all of this satisfaction.
The throbbing, pulsing cock ramming into her throat let loose a gooey blast of hot spunk, a mess of pure satisfaction sending Camilla over the top with burning joy now. She gave in to this all, fully embracing the obsession unraveling her, pleasures she wanted to fully give herself to, falling happily to pieces in acceptance of deeper need. His cum was just what she needed, her body twisting about in mad, decadent joy, thrashing around in surrender and pursuit of these joys, allowing herself this chance to melt under the weight of pure need now. She loved every second of this heat, giving herself now to the pleasure and embracing the utter wrongness of losing herself. She let him fill her up, her hands caressing her thighs, her thoughts falling apart in dizzy joy and an urgent need only to give in hotter, deepening cravings leaving her unashamed of these lusts.
Corrin's cock took a moment to pull back from her mouth. In that time, it ended up covered in more liquid thanks to her drool than she'd gotten back in liquid from his cum. But that was what she expected. With a gasp of joy, she cooed, "How did it feel, Corrin?"
"It felt pretty great," he groaned, nodding happily, falling apart under these overwhelmed needs, an aching and urgent lust heated and desperate under this need. "Is your thirst taken care of?" It felt silly to ask. Of course it was. This hadn't ever been about water, really. Not to Camilla.
But she was happy to play along. "I feel much better now, thank you! Your generosity really helped me, and now I know that I have the energy I need to carry on. Come, dear, let us return home. Once we're out of the forest, I think we can see about other matters." She rose up and gave him a big kiss on the cheek, pressing her bare breasts once more against him, before pulling back, letting Corrin bask in the urgency of every lust that promised to unravel him completely. All this forest trip had done was give Camilla the ground she needed to finally drag him into her clutches, and now, she had no desire of holding back