Sick with jealousy Camilla Hect and Palamedes not knowing why she's so upset... can we have some angst Please ...

Oooo i shot to kill for this one heads up

It's when she sees him touch the arm of Dulcinea Septimus, and she is struck by the realization that he has not once looked at her like that: completely lovesick, a flushed look on his face, his face broken into a bashful grin. She excuses herself to go train, sleeping on a bench in the locker room to avoid returning to their shared room.

The next morning at breakfast there are bruises down Dulcie's neck. She wonders if Palamedes even noticed that she didn't return to their room last night. She tries to avoid looking, but Dulcie keeps addressing her, smiling that lovely smile, forcing her to face Palamedes' lovebites. Camilla doesn't even get the satisfaction of hating Dulcinea. She's kind, witty, and beautiful. She seems dedicated to making Camilla feel included. Camilla can feel the strain in her upper chest like bile straining to escape. She excuses herself from the breakfast table. Palamedes' brow furrows but Camilla doesn't look back once she's turned away.

She is washing her face when Palamedes enters the bathroom behind her. Her face and hands damp, she can see the concern on his face in the mirror. She reaches for the towel and dries her face while she waits for him to speak.

"Cam," he starts softly, reaching out to gently touch her shoulder. He barely brushes her when she knows it is too much and slips herself out of his grasp to replace the towel. He drops his hand.

"Warden," she responds, and for the first time the word sounds like the formality it is.

Persistence as a key trait of his, he starts again, "What's wrong?"

And she sees the hurt on his face, can't do this to him, doesn't want him worried when he's finally getting everything he's wanted, finally has her, and she responds, "I didn't get much sleep last night."

Palamedes' face flits between humor and annoyance, and he asks, "Why didn't you come to bed last night?"

And doesn't that paint an image, Camilla slipping into bed next to her naked adept cuddling his wife post-coital? Feeling the lime of her ome flesh up her side but knowing not an ounce of his heart is hers. Not like she wants - needs - anyway. She shakes her head to dissolve the image like an etch-a-scetch. "Training," she replies half-truthfully. "I have two adepts now."

He hums, his clear eyes trained on her. She can tell he didn't quite believe her, but he loves her enough that he foregoes truth over solaces in lies for her. "Well," he whispers, pulling off his glasses to clean them while studying her. She can't help the smile on her lips. He does that to unravel people, but he can't see for shit when he does. He replaces them. "You should get some sleep now anyway," and he guides her to the bed, sitting by her until she falls asleep in the sheets that smell like them. The whole time she is unable to forget that she is keeping him from her.

Yet he stays.

She does not have the satisfaction of hating Palamedes, either.

camilla hect huffing when palamedes spanks her ass while inside her

leaving a wet kiss on the warm skin beneath her ear

the feel of camilla hect's cock inside you

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the feel of camilla hect's hipbones pressed into your inner thighs

Palamedes making muffled humming noises of content while she's eating Cam out... the slick slapping noises of his tongue... Camilla loves it until he makes the same noise when he's eating noodles and she gets wet and horny in a pho restaurant

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Omg.. 👀

At the pho restaurant, she just stares at him, spoon half raised to her mouth as his lips pucker as he blows softly on the pho. His tongue slips out of his mouth to gently cushion the bottom of the spoon as he wetly finishes the spoonful.

The soft flesh of his tongue always curves perfectly around her clitoris like that. They use a lot of lube and he has a very clever mouth and hands, so the lower half of his face always ends up drenched.

Camilla shifts her hips forward, uncomfortable in her pants. Palamedes' eyes meet hers instantly. He is so attuned to her and her movements that he knows her fidgets from discomfort. He can also tell the type of discomfort, though the flush on her face is a quick tell.

Without breaking eye contact, he slowly pushes the empty spoon back inside his mouth, his tongue laving the underside of the spoon, the slick of his saliva gleaming on the bottom.

Camilla releases a huff of breath, replacing her spoon in her bowl, and makes her way to the bathroom. Palamedes waits the standard 15 seconds and follows her.

Interestingly enough, the pho restaurant has heated toilet seats.

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her soft lips kissing them

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camilla hect getting fucked the way she needs by pyrrha while palamedes is gone

camilla hect sunbathing nude

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YAY KNIGHTED TAKEOUT ANON 🥡

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KNIGHTED!

GLAD YOU LIKE IT!!

camilla hect eating you out when you come home after giving your 2 weeks notice

First timer campal again - Camilla getting eaten out for the first time and feels that it is so so much that she acciddentally squirts for the first time... getting eaten out feels so much more than getting fingered had been, and she's deeply breathing, curling her toes, trying to relax and lean back against the uncomfortable parts of the most secluded area of the stacks (they have a habit of promptly fucking in the most inappropriate time and places), trying not to pull Palamedes' hair too hard because the plunging and licking of his tongue inside her and the perfect crook of his nose nudging her clit is so much, hot pleasure pooling in the edge of her spine threatening to explode, she's already gasping and pleading and when it does explode - she watches in horror as her legs give out and her body utterly betrays her, fluid uncontrollably spraying out of her and onto Palamedes' bewildered face for a full minute while all she could do was whine and writhe, and yet he doesn't stop fucking his mouth into her until it trembles to a stop.

Camilla chokes out an embarrassed string of apologies right after, but all that Palamedes said after was laugh and ask her if it felt good. (It does. Very much so.)

Holy fucking shit. 👀 (positive) holy fucking shit.. You are now knighted🥡 take out anon (get it? cause you)

They had been flirting in the Library when he had pinned her against the stacks. Camilla tried to encourage him anytime he took on a dominant role. When he dropped to his knees, pulling one of her thighs onto his shoulder, she threaded her fingers through his hair and pulled lightly, calling him her good boy.

The perfect aquiline curve of his nose provides just the right pressure slide against her clitoris as his lips kiss around her entrance, his hot tongue dipping in, slipping his fingers into her. Their habit of spontaneity encouraged him to now carries small packets of lube in his leather wallet.

The stacks of books mute her gasps, which is good because she is LOUD. Camilla is always conscious of the level of noise around her and that she is creating, but she is so out of it that she keeps with every twitch of her body, full bodied gasps.

When her legs collapses, his upper body crumples a bit as he readjusts to the weight of her thighs, pulling her closer to his face to better support her weight. Some of her orgasm splashes on the books behind Palamedes.

Palamedes' wide-eyed expression causes her body to wind tighter and snap again, reverent awe on his face as he closes his eyes and mouth around her in a harsh suck. He licks his tongue up into her and noses her clitoris as his fingers drum inside of her. She slowly comes down, her body twitching in residual pleasures jolts as he continues to make out with her cunt, running his tongue up the length of her, his tongue parting her lips. He slows the pump of his fingers into her. Her clenches around his fingers slow down as she floats down from her high.

Eventually her tight grip in his hair loosens and she gently pulls it back to look at his face. His face is dreamy, his soft beautiful smile painting his lips. He kisses the softness of her inner thigh in response to her apologies. Her lower body still clenches at seeing his beautiful face coated in her, his lovely eyes worshipping her. His musical laugh escapes. He asks if it was good, because of course he is still focused on her and her pleasure, and she huffs, overjoyed to be doing this with him, whom she loves more than life, and tells him that it was good but she needs a few more trials to test for consistency. He kisses the soft space between her lip and the crease of her leg.

When she stands onto shakey legs, she can see his arousal staining the front of his pants. She kneels down and he gracelessly kicks out of his pants as she goes to take care of him. And if he wants to make her come again? Well, she's not one to deny him.

When they leave, he takes the books her orgasm splashed and orders replacement copies for the Library. The stained copies reside on the bookshelves in his quarters and a few accompany him to Canaan house.