Camilla x Corrin
by Unknown

"Aaaand done. Another day, another journal entry!" A young man beamed as he clapped his hands together and smiled. He stood up to stretch and looked outside the window of his rather large private quarters. "Ah, a pleasant sunset. Must be dinner time right about now. Better get to the mess hall!" In a rush, the young man dashed out of his room to get his food secured. You could never be too careful when it came to food around here after all. Due to his carelessness, however, his door was left slightly open...

"Corrin, dear? Have you heard? Dinner's ready, we've been calling for yo-" One of Corrin's comrades, a tall, busty, purple haired woman named Camilla, peeked her head in the slightly open door to find him. "Oh. I guess he left already, well I better go and...hm? What's this?" She noticed the sunlight pouring into the window onto Corrin's still-open journal and it brought her attention to it instantly. "Oh, dear. My little Corrin left his notes all unattended. I wouldn't a stray gust of wind to scatter them, let me just put that away for him..." As she walked into the room and picked up the journal, she realized it wasn't battle plans or anything, but rather his personal thoughts. As she read them, one entry drew her attention. "Oh my..." a smile crossed her face as she read the journal entry aloud.

"Journal Entry #36: I'm glad today was an easy day so far. No battles, just relaxing at the castle with friends and family. These days are so rare, that whenever they come around, I can't help but savor them." She smiled sweetly and kept reading on. The next few lines made her heart skip a bit and break out in a sweat. "Journal Entry #37: Supper time, and we're having my favorite tonight. I know this is a weird thing to write about, but you can never take such trivial things for granted. I always tense up around this time because of Camilla. She's an amazing person, and she maintains a high-standard outward appearance, but lately I've been getting more and more fond of a certain habit of hers..." She set the journal down exactly as she had found it and left Corrin's room to join the rest for dinner. She could never tell Corrin what she just found out. But that didn't mean she couldn't tease him...she left the room with a huge smile on her face.

At the dinner table, Corrin was already halfway through his meal as he spoke with his friend Silas about anything and everything. After grabbing her food, Camilla scoped him out and sat at the table with them. "Greetings, Lady Camilla." Silas spoke up. "Ah, glad to see you could join us. Thought you were going to miss out." Corrin said right after. Camilla smiled and nodded, and started eating. She wasn't one to always get flustered, but now she was embarrassed and anxious. "Silas, be a dear and leave me and Corrin to speak, please? I need to discuss some battle plans with him." He stood and nodded right away. "Y-Yes, Lady Camilla! At once! Please excuse me, Lord Corrin." Corrin nodded and kept eating. "What do you need to speak to me about, Camilla? Something about battle plans? Are we setting something up?" Camilla looked down and fidgeted with her food. She didn't know exactly how to approach what she REALLY wanted to speak about.

"Well, it's nothing major, my little Corrin, but you know that we should always be prepared, regardless of imminent danger or lack thereof." Corrin responded with a nod and his expression changed into one of seriousness. "Of course. Well said, Camilla. After dinner, we can head back to my chambers to go over a few plans." She smiled as she finished her potatoes. "Mmm...I'd like that very much." She still had no idea how to approach the subject, so she decided to get a reaction out of him. She lifted her butt a little to the side and let out some pent up gas. "Whew...I've been holding that in for awhil- Oh! Corrin, I'm sorry...I guess that's not very ladylike of me. My apologies..." Corrin's eyes shot down and he blushed a bit. "I-It's okay, Camilla. Don't worry about it." She noticed him blush, and that was enough for her to confirm her suspicions. She tried to change the subject while they finished up their dinners, then they returned to Corrin's room.

Corrin walked into the room first to get his journal off the table, and as Camilla followed in, she closed the door behind them and leaned up against it. "Corrin, dear, what's your favorite thing about me?" She asked in a curious voice. Corrin turned and looked at her, puzzled. "Um, I guess it'd be your loyalty. You're honest with me all the time, and that's a very important quality to me." She chuckled at hearing his response. "W-What's wrong, Camilla?" She locked eyes with him and walked forward slowly. "Oh, nothing. I was just wondering. Let's go over those plans, my little Corrin." He tilted his head, then sat at his desk and took some paper out, tidying them up before setting them down. As he did that, Camilla went to the window and peered out, pointing her ass right in Corrin's face. "Um, Camilla, you're a little..." He was cut off by a sudden burst of foul wind from Camilla's behind right in his face. "Oh! My poor, sweet Corrin! I'm so sorry, I never, ever meant for that to happen!" She stumbled over her words, knowing exactly what she was doing. Corrin's face was red and he was trying to hide it by keeping his face looking down at the papers.

"L-Let's get to work." He started, before she cut him off. "Corrin, honey. Why haven't you moved yet? Isn't the smell terrible...?" Corrin immediately started making a fanning motion with his hand to play it off. "O-Of course it does, but I have everything set up and-" He was interrupted again by her. "You said loyalty was my best quality, and that you look for honesty in people. But why haven't you been honest with me...?" Corrin swallowed hard, and stood up. "Camilla, I don't know what you're talking about, but..." She grabbed him by the shoulder and pushed him onto his bed. She got on top of him, and looked him dead in the eyes. "Forgive me in advance, Lord Corrin, but I read your journal. I saw what you like. I woud've never guessed my little Corrin was into such a thing!" Corrin's face flinched slightly as he heard her, but he continued to deny it. "Camilla, I really don't know what you're talking about? Have you been drinking...?"

That was it. Camilla was tolerant when it came to close friends or family, and she was especially tolerant of her Lord Corrin, but to insinuate she was drunk was beyond insulting to her. "I see." She spoke. "So that's how you want it." She undid a bit of her armor so that she didn't hurt Corrin with what she was about to do, but afterwards, she crawled forward, turned around, and planted her ass right in Corrin's face. The fact that she was doing this to someone so close to her, let alone her Lord, sent shivers through her body. She spoke excitedly. "My dear Corrin. Please be honest with me. A simple "Mhmm" will suffice. Now, does that fact that I get gassy quite often do anything to you? Does it make you feel...good?" She immediately felt his head move left and right, implying a no. His muffled attempts at speaking didn't help either.

"Oh dear...I like when you're stubborn..." She wiggled her butt a little and let a couple small farts out directly into Corrin's face. She felt him stuggling to break free, but she kept her weight firmly down on him. "Nope..." she teased. "No escaping until you come clean." She looked out the window and started to twirl her hair with her index finger. "Ahh, the night sky is so beautiful...don't think so, my dearest Corrin? Oh...how silly. You can't see anything..." She grunted softly and pushed another couple farts out, this time teasing him with some talk. "Oh, my...those don't smell good at all...must be heaven for someone into that kind of thing, though...right?" She felt Corrin violently shake his head in response, along with more muffled pleads.

About twenty minutes later, no progress was made. Despite the window being open, Corrin's room was thick with the stench of Camilla's rancid gas, and she was now enjoying herself quite a bit. "Corrin, dear. Please, let's end this charade. Elise or Silas might come looking for you, and how would you EVER explain what they'd see now...? Corrin trembled at the thought, but maybe Camilla was right. After all, she WAS especially trustworthy when it came to him and his needs. She wouldn't tell...would she...? After a few more minutes, Camilla heard the sound she was so desperately wanting to hear. A muffled "Mhmm..." from her beloved Corrin. She shrieked with joy and immediately got up. "You see? That wasn't so bad, was it?" Corrin couldn't make eye contact, but he slowly nodded. "Y-Yeah...I guess it wasn't. But please, keep this between us...okay? No one can know. Not Elise, not Leo...not even Silas! Please..." Camilla pressed her finger to Corrin's lips to shush him. "Of course, my dearest Corrin. No one shall know a thing. Now please, for being such a good boy...indulge all you want."

Corrin looked at Camilla, bewildered. Was this a test? Or was she genuinely sincere? Camilla stood up, stripped down to her nightwear, and got back onto the bed. She crawled to the foot of the bed, leaving her ass right in Corrin's face. "Please, trust me. Only say the word and I shall please you as only I can..." Corrin blushed, and thought it over...but he finally spoke up. "...eady..." Camilla looked back at him and smirked. "What was that? I couldn't quite hear that..." He repeated himself. "I'm r-ready...I s-said I'm ready..." She nodded understandingly, got into position, and began again, letting out farts that dwarfed the ones from earlier. In sound, length, and smell, these outclassed the old by far. Corrin indulged himself for what seemed like hours, and he enjoyed every second of it. Little did he and Camilla know, though, was that the door was slightly opened a bit earlier, and watching the entire time was Corrin's maid and close friend, Felicia. She stood there, dumbstruck and blushing at what she was witnessing. 

"W-We've got trouble..." she whispered under her breath, before briskly walking off, leaving the two to themselves.