During their downtimes, they had tea together while commiserating over their mutual fear of losing their brothers and the horrific nightmares they wished would go away. Or sometimes they'd pick fruit together and talk about more pleasant things: the sparkle of Brodia's mines, the scent of Firene's meadows, the way Sommie toddled up to them and rolled onto his back for a belly rub.

But during battles, she was what he'd come to refer to as "ruthlessly elegant". Together with Lucina, striking down enemy after enemy with the graceful strike of her sword or the chant of a spell, her eyes sharp and her focus never wavering. Even with just the two of them and the seemingly endless stream of Corrupted, Alcryst wasn't the least bit worried about surviving.

Sure enough, by the time the dust settled, there were no more enemies left. Celine smiled, sheathing her sword, and with his focus no longer on surviving, Alcryst was finally able to take in the sight of her.

Typically of someone like him, his first instinct was to feel guilty and ashamed for being turned on. Not because of some outdated idea of sexual feelings being dirty and wicked, but because the object of his base lusts deserved better than someone like him thirsting for them. The night he'd learned Celine wanted him just as badly, he'd thought he was dreaming.

That night had also been just after a battle, watching her fight with that ruthless elegance. It was the first time she'd ever put on Lucina's ring at the Divine Dragon's suggestion, and it was a perfect fit for her in more ways than one. The glow of the Engagement, the look of Celine in Lucina's simple but well-fitted tunic and trousers, the shine of the rapier in her hands.

The Engagement had worn off, but she looked just as stunning in her battle gown, her blonde hair flung over one shoulder, her eyes gleaming as they caught his. There was a Divine Dragon sigil nearby, as always, and the moment they were warped back to the Somniel she pulled him into her room and he kissed her. Usually they would at least undress before they fell into bed, but right now Alcryst didn't even feel like he could make it to the bed and judging by the way she was scrambling to get his pants open, she wasn't feeling very patient either.

He hiked up the skirts of her elaborate gown and tugged her underclothes out of the way, Celine pulling his own down just enough to free his cock; she raised her leg, wrapping it around his hip, and he slid in and started to thrust immediately.

She was always so warm, so soft; on the calmer nights she smelled of the tea leaves she loved so much, but right now she smelled of sweat and smoke and adrenaline and Alcryst broke the kiss to bury his face in her shoulder, inhaling as much of that scent as he could.

"Alcryst." Her voice was thick, urgent as her hips pressed firmly into his, her core squeezing him with every thrust. "Alcryst, you feel so good, don't stop, please, you're-"

"I know." He slammed upwards, one hand undoing the laces of her gown so he could squeeze her breast; the heat was rising, thickening, and he knew she was already as close as he was. "Celine, I don't think-"

"Me either," she whispered, "come with me, Alcryst, come in me, fill me up...!" Every day she drank a certain other kind of tea that came in handy if the condom broke or (like right now) they didn't want to bother grabbing any, so he could fill her until it leaked out and there would be no consequences besides staining their clothes.

And soon they were there, Alcryst stifling a shout of release in her neck as he felt every hot, sticky jet of come leaving his cock, her pussy pulsing around him, the wetness of her orgasm mingling with his. All he could see were stars, all he could feel was white-hot radiance bursting from every pore of him, from her.

Only after it passed and he felt somewhat coherent again did he see the stains on them both.

"Sorry," he murmured. Celine shrugged, kissing him.

"It's nothing a quick wash can't fix," she said. "But I'm nowhere near tired yet, are you?" He shook his head, and they quickly undressed and made their way to her bed, where she eased him onto his back and began to kiss her way down his body. "You're still hard."

"Celine..."

"Let me do this for you," she whispered against his swollen tip. He nodded; it had taken him a while to get used to the idea that he deserved her going down on him, but it made her happy to do so.

"You'll let me return the favor, right?" he asked. She nodded, took him into her mouth, and Alcryst had to bite down on his hand to stifle a cry of pleasure.

They didn't get much sleep that night.