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Camilla seems to be waiting on you to take the lead this time, as her stance is defensive. Taking the initiative, you swiftly swing your sword, aiming for her shield so she can get used to the blow. She doesn't stagger, but instead stabs toward you, trying to get you while you're close. You nimbly dodge, swinging your sword around your body and hitting her shield again. You feel much more confident in your abilities, swinging and stabbing with purpose as the spar continues, and no longer swinging for her shield on purpose.

"Where was this skill before? Suddenly you're a good swordsman now that I'm blindfolded?" Camilla taunts as she stabs once more, nicking your free hand and drawing blood. "Even blindfolded though, I'm pretty sure I'm better than you." You spot a smirk on her face as she goes on the offensive, slicing and stabbing and slashing as she follows you around the arena. "Come on, Private! Where's the magic you've tried so hard to keep under wraps?"

You mentally facepalm. Right. This whole rematch is supposed to be me revealing how 'good' I am at magic. Without thinking, you aim point-blank and conjure up a light bolt. But before it can be released, she swipes your arm with her blade, deflecting the shot so it fires into the dirt nearby, splashing up debris as it scorches. You blink. _What was I just thinking?! That was enough to one-shot a hornet, and she's only human! I need to switch it up. I should have the basic elements too, right? _You try again, firing from the hip this time, and releasing a bolt of fire, barely absorbed by the shield. By now, the round shield is heavily splintering, and that blast scorches it and causes the metal band on the outside to faintly glow with heat before it dissipates.

"You know fire is the easiest element to see, right? Even blindfolded, I can see the source clear as day." Camilla continues taunting as she slashes at you.

"How about something that you couldn't see even if you weren't blind?" You feel another bolt condensing in your palm, this time invisible, as the element you're focusing on is wind. Suddenly, it's released, and a hole is pierced into Camilla's shield.

"Impressive, but you'll need to do better!" She tosses her shield, distracting you for enough time to stab you in the gut. "Looks like I win, Pri-agh!"

On instinct, you hit her with a dark bolt, her body recoiling. By the time you can see her again, she's on the ground, unmoving. Panicking, you rush over, checking her pulse. Still breathing, still has a pulse, good. You exhale. She's cold, though. I should take her inside.

You lift her up with ease, carry her inside, and gently set her on the bed. That's not going to keep her warm, though... You glance at the fireplace. With little time for thinking, you grab a nearby cut log and dump it in, igniting it with a fire bolt. It doesn't catch immediately, but the small fire from before still has embers, so it does catch shortly. You take a look at Camilla as she shivers. That armor won't do any good right now... Gulping, you gradually doff her leather chestplate, while also figuring out how to doff a chestplate for the first time. You try not to pay attention to the fact that this is your first time actually disrobing a woman (the now bulging member in your pants making it difficult), instead trying to focus on how cold she feels. It's not natural to be this cold, which means it was me, which means I need to do what I can to help her...even if I'm gonna get more than an earful afterwards. She luckily has a shirt on under the chestplate, so it's going to be a bit less of an earful.

You lift her up once more, carrying her to the fireplace and sitting down with her sideways in your lap. You wrap your wings around her as you hold her close, trying to heat her up as well as you can. Looking at her now...it gets your blood pumping. You'd be lying if you said you hadn't had a fantasy about a defenseless woman before, but fantasizing and going through with it are two very different things.

"Hn..." Camilla's face begins to flush.

"I-I've got you." You blush as you hold her close, taking deep breaths as you try to calm yourself down.

"Hn..." She squirms in your arms, eventually pushing herself lightly away and looking into your eyes, her own half-closed. Without warning, she kisses you, weakly, but passionately. She seems to try to grind on you, rubbing her butt sideways on your pants. Camilla removes herself from your lips. "Wha...are you wai'in for?" Her speech is weak, no doubt lingering exhaustion. She weakly lifts herself up before dropping down to straddle you. "Le's do thiz..." She once again goes in for a kiss, seeming a bit sloppier than before.

What the heck is going on? You return the kiss hesitantly. If she wants this, then it's okay, right? You reach for the hem of her shirt, lifting it up and over her head with little resistance. Her small(?) breasts are still hidden behind wrappings around her chest, but you're easily able to unclasp her leather skirt and toss it to the side as she messily kisses you. There's still some cloth there, not that you can see it. You lean back, with Camilla falling onto your chest. After taking off your pants and what appear to be her panties, you feel a weird sensation, as if you have three penises, but two of them are smaller and more maneuverable. You break the kiss, looking for a final word of approval.

Instead of a word, or a nod, or anything, she somehow lifts herself up enough to plunge herself onto your main member. "Oooohhhh..." She falls completely against you, her head hanging over your shoulder. She's not asleep, and she keeps trying to do some kind of movement, be it grinding against you or trying to lift her head. "...kee...goi..." You roll over, allowing Camilla to rest on your wing as her arms fall from around you above her head. Her cheeks are flushed and her eyes are half closed, lazily gazing up at you.

You plow your central member into her, feeling her tight tunnel welcome you.