The device was glowing when he entered the room and quickly shut the door. That was new. He jogged to the desk and leaned over it, inspecting all sides of the round object. Nothing appeared to have changed. Except, of course, he now had what he believed to be the missing component. He retrieved the glass vial from his pocket, finding that the small amount of liquid within was also glowing with the same faint white light. He gasped as an image appeared in the liquid, shining out as clear as day. The Crest of Flames.

"So," he breathed. "It's the real deal."

Claude von Riegan hadn't known what to make of the device he found behind a loose brick in the Archbishop's bedchamber. It appeared at first glance to be a crest stone, and a very unique one at that. The symbol of the Progenitor God Sothis, the Crest of Flames, was emblazoned across its smooth stone surface. As far as Claude knew, there was only one crest stone bearing the Goddess's mark, and it was tucked neatly within the muscle and sinew of the new Archbishop's bosom. If Sothis's crest stone could act as a functioning heart to revive a stillborn child, then surely the former Archbishop, Rhea, must have had a similarly grand plan for this replica.

Upon his initial examination, Claude had found that the stone could be opened, revealing a small hollow space inside. After reaching around in the secret compartment and scouring the rest of the room from top to bottom, he'd found no hint as to the purpose of the device or its shape. He studied the library for several days, poring over every old volume he could find that referenced crest stones, but again he found nothing. He even briefly humored the idea of arranging an expedition to the ruins of Shambhala to search for Agarthan records of artificial crest stones, but he had little hope that anything had survived the searing blast of the Javelin of Light.

Day after long day, night after late night, he worked alone on his secret project, evading his prior obligations by feigning illness. He knew sooner or later his friends would start worrying. Some of them already were - namely, the friends he regularly had sex with. Hilda kept whining about needing to fuck "limp-dick Adrestian nobles" to secure favorable treaties, though Claude figured she just didn't want to go to the trouble of actually negotiating. Leonie on the other hand had assured him she could wait patiently until his recovery, but kept offering to help speed it along with herbal remedies and homemade chicken soup.

Frustrated and very tired from the ordeal, Claude had walked into Professor Hanneman's office with the intention of filling him in about the object. When he arrived, however, Hanneman was out, and a vial labeled "BE" was sitting out in the open, containing a small amount of Byleth Eisner's holy blood. In that moment, something clicked in Claude's head, and he realized a possibility about the hollow core of the device. What better to power an artificial crest stone than blood pumped by the real stone?

Naturally, Claude pocketed the vial and promptly returned to the Archbishop's chamber. Now, without a moment's hesitation, he uncorked it and poured the viscous liquid into the hollow chamber. Both the blood and the crest on the stone glowed brighter with each passing second. He shook what he could from the vial and set it aside, closing the device and cradling it with both hands.

"Now, what do you—?"

The light flared blindingly, and the next thing he knew, he was lying on his back and his ears were ringing mildly. His mind was a muddled mess, his eyes wouldn't open and he felt even more goddamn tired. In fact, he felt exactly as if he'd just gone to sleep.

"Well well, you are not who I was expecting."

Claude twitched, still lying on the ground. He listened closely, hoping the girlish voice would speak again so he could pinpoint its source.

"It is no small feat to find my domain uninvited. It seems I underestimated you, Claude von Riegan."

"Hoosh therr...?" he mumbled. He was rapidly regaining feeling in his limbs, and his eyes were slowly able to open.

The voice giggled, a sound which seemed to come from every direction at once. "Take your time. I imagine you will need to become acclimated to this place, seeing as you do not bear my blood."

"Who... Who are you?" Claude's eyes were open now, and he gradually rolled onto his front and began to rise to his feet.

"I am someone you know in passing. Some call me 'The Beginning.'"

As his vision came into focus, Claude saw the stone throne of the Progenitor God, exactly as it had looked in the Tomb of the Goddess five years ago. This time, jarringly, it wasn't empty. Atop it, a thin girl sat with her legs and her arms crossed, resting her chin on a closed fist. Her vibrantly green hair was tied up in twintails, but the overabundant mass cascaded in thick layers along her entire body. Framed within this forest of hair, her petite body was completely bare, white skin and tiny breasts exposed to her bewildered visitor. She regarded him with a mischevious grin.

"But you...may call me Sothis."

Claude's mouth fell wide open. His legs wobbled, his head throbbed, and after a few seconds, he began mumbling incoherently. "You... Wha... How...?"

The girl cocked her head. "Please, I do not jest. Take all the time you need to get comfortable."

"Co-Co-Co-Comfor..." He rubbed his temples and groaned. "Comfortable?"

"You can speak, can't you, Claude?"

"Er, yes. I can. You..."

"Let us proceed one sentence at a time. Collect your thoughts."

"You're Sothis," he thought aloud.

"I am."

"THE Sothis?"

"In the flesh!"

He looked up and down her flesh, his expression growing sheepish. "You're...naked."

She uncrossed and recrossed her legs, snickering when he averted his eyes. "So I am."

"Uh, right." He coughed. "I... But... You... You are the Progenitor God?"

"I shall answer as many times as you ask. I am the Beginning, and the Progenitor God, Sothis. The Goddess worshiped by the Church of Seiros."

"I'm sorry, I..." He shook his head. "I'm being redundant, I know. But I have to be sure. That device allowed me to commune with the Goddess?"

Sothis's head perked up. "Device? You were brought here by a device?"

He blinked. "Huh? You didn't know?"

"I did not." Her fist opened, and she rubbed her chin with a thin finger. "Hmm. What manner of device did you use to get here?"

"A replica of...er, your crest stone. It was hidden in Archbishop Rhea's bedroom. I suspect she may have been the one to build it."

"Is that so? Oh, Seiros..."

Claude's mind raced fast enough to fly to the Lone Star and back a thousand times over. The Goddess of Fodlan was here, in the flesh, speaking to him! Every last question lingering in his mind could now be answered.

"Please, tell me, Sothis: Did you really grant Byleth Eisner your power five years ago?"

Her grin returned in full. "I certainly did. Byleth and I are as one. I see the world through his eyes."

"Really?" His amazement couldn't be contained, and he chuckled stupidly. "Wow. So Rhea was right after all. He didn't just get a revelation from the Goddess. He got the Goddess herself!"

"In a way, yes."

"When did it happen?" Claude took a step forward. "Was it when Solon used that 'Forbidden Spell'? That's when Teach's hair changed."

"That is indeed the moment I granted Byleth my full power."

"Then, did anything change when he sat on the throne in the Holy Tomb? It's that throne, your throne!"

"Something changed." She rubbed her hand along the flat armrest, her fingers stretching across the smooth stone surface. Her digits didn't even reach the sides, such was the size of the thing. "That was the moment I realized I was still independently conscious, despite combining my spirit with his."

"Amazing! And, did Teach ever contact you before you combined?!"

"Yes, we've been in contact a long time. I—"

"How long?!"

"...Long. I appeared in his dreams from time to time throughout his life, and we first spoke properly just after you met him in Remire Village."

"What did you tell him? Oh, you must fill me in on everything!"

"...No."

He frowned. "Oh, um... I... I'm sorry if I've, er..."

She held up a palm. "Have no shame. Just understand that I tire quickly of these questions."

"Uh, okay," he said awkwardly. "...Sorry."

"Hmm..." Her hand beckoned him forward. "Come closer."

He froze, his mind suddenly clearing just enough to realize the girl was still quite naked. "Um, yeah." His eyes wandered around the edges of his vision as he stepped forward until he was close enough to kick the throne.

Sothis looked him over, an idea forming in her head. He was the only other person she'd ever seen with her own eyes, aside from Byleth. This was a remarkable opportunity to prove just how separate she and Byleth really were. She licked her lips. "Does looking upon me make you uncomfortable?"

"Uh..." He coughed again, his cheeks ablaze. "It's...odd, for me, that you aren't wearing clothing. I've only, erm, held so many conversations with nude partners, you understand."

Her eyes followed his as they fled from her body. She crossed her arms again, holding them so they hid her breasts. "Look upon me," she commanded.

Claude obeyed after only a moment, meeting her eyes with some difficulty. Her irises were the same emerald green as her hair. Her skin, he found, actually was glowing faintly, an apparent side-effect of divinity.

"I will answer all the question you wish to ask," she said. "On the condition that you, Claude von Riegan, do something for me."

"You would ask a favor of a mortal, Sothis? Other than Byleth?"

"Byleth could not do what I ask."

He drew a deep breath, then nodded with conviction. "What would you have me do?"

Her arms fell to her sides, and her legs uncrossed and spread far apart. She watched him recoil, hoping that her assessment of him wasn't wrong. "I would have you look at me."

"Uh... Ahem! Sure thing." He tried to follow her instructions, but found himself flinching and looking away again. "Uh, stupid question, but will you be unhappy if I stare? I usually stare when women get naked in front of me."

"I welcome it."

"Oh." He swallowed, steeling himself before finally turning his unrepentant gaze on her body.

Every inch of her literally radiant skin was on display before him. She was short and thin, comparable in size to Flayn, but her small stature made her slim legs appear impressively long. Between her thighs, a thin slit was all that was visible of her sex. Her hairless navel sloped upward to a flat chest sporting cute, faintly colored nipples. She lifted her right hand and inched her fingertips down from her clavicle, alongside her breast, over her belly button, and let them rest at the very top of her slit.

She leered at him from atop the body she so proudly showed off. "Do you like looking at me?"

"I do. But I'm confused." He knew he hardly needed to say it. The confusion was written plain across his face. "Why do you, the Progenitor God, want me to treat you like a whore? Actually, scratch that. You're asking me to do this in exchange for information, so it's more like I'm your whore."

"Do you detest me for acting like a whore?"

"Huh? Er...no, but—"

"Do you detest me for asking these things of you in exchange for the answers you seek?"

"I... No."

She laid back in the corner of the throne, crossing her arms again but leaving her legs splayed. "Then let me alter my line of questioning. Are you answering me honestly, without fear? Surely you must know that I would not think to hurt you even if I could."

He sighed, massaging his temples again. "Not fear, but uncertainty, yes. I haven't misled you, if that's your concern."

"Good. One more question, then." Her middle finger traveled a bit lower, arriving in the center of her womanhood and teasing at it lightly. "Are you willing to service me sexually?"

"Am I... Am, er, wha? W-What?!"

The girl giggled. "The Progenitor God wants you to bring her to orgasm, Claude. You are welcome to agree and stay, or disagree and leave as you wish. There is no cause to rush, but I do not believe you have cause for hesitation either."

"That so?" He coughed yet again. "You wouldn't happen to have water?"

A slight rumbling in the ground startled him. He looked around, finding that a pedestal had risen out of the floor with a basin on top. Before his eyes, water bubbled out of thin air and filled the basin to the brim in seconds.

"Huh. Thanks." For the first time since arriving here he acted without hesitation, scooping up cool water with his hand and slurping it down. The first gulp refreshed his throat instantly, and the second seemed to clear him of the last of his lingering aches. He wiped some lingering droplets from his beard before he turned to face her again. "Okay, Sothis. I will...sexually service you, as you ask. It feels ridiculous to say, but..." He returned her cheeky smile. "It's a win-win, isn't it?"

"Indeed it is."

"Well, then." He stood firmly, dispelling his doubt and finally embracing his overwhelming arousal. "What would you have me do?"

"Kneel before me."

He obeyed, sinking gently to his knees directly in front of her. Her womanhood, and the finger absently playing with her lower lips, were inches from his face. He felt the ground soften beneath him, thanking his luck for the Goddess's ability to create a cushion for him in this empty stone chamber.

She stayed silent for a moment, enjoying the view of the Archduke of Leicester preparing to worship her more thoroughly than any bishop of the Church ever had. She let a second finger join the first and spread her folds open, giving him his first look at her glistening pink pussy.

"Lick," she commanded.

Perhaps he should have been more surprised by the request, or at least by its forceful nature, but at this point he knew it was far too late for that. He dove into her, placing his hands firmly on her smooth thighs as he ran his tongue from the very bottom to the very top of her slit. He repeated the action several times, gradually dragging himself through her welcoming folds over and over. Her legs quivered each time he made contact, and before long she was panting as if she'd sprinted a mile. Her hands found their way on top of his and wrapped around his wrists, squeezing tight to steady herself each time he moved. Her fingers digging into his skin gave him an incredible rush of satisfaction. He couldn't help but smirk, pushing his tongue a millimeter deeper with each stroke. As he reached the top, he dug into her tight folds and found the tiny nub of her clitoris, applying only the slightest pressure to hint at his intentions. She reacted with a sharp gasp, squirming in his grip.

He took a moment to breathe, drinking in her surprisingly sweet scent and blowing his breaths back into her sensitive pink flesh. Feeling renewed, he launched into the second phase of his plan, flicking his tongue vigorously against her clit.

"Hnnyaaah!" The Goddess squealed to high heaven, writhing against the throne and clutching even harder to Claude's wrists. Tufts of her wild hair whipped about and fell across much of her torso, hiding one of her breasts and tickling her belly button. She realized a moment later that her legs had wrapped around Claude's back. In a short moment of clarity, she tightened their grip.

"Enjoying yourself?" he teased, his lips still brushing against her.

"Do not stop!" she demanded.

He obliged, marveling at just how easy it was to "sexually service" the Progenitor God. Then again, he supposed he ought to still be marveling at the mere presence of the Progenitor God. He would worry about organizing his feelings later, after Sothis was thoroughly serviced. He continued to take her tensing up and squeezing him closer as a sign she felt the same way.

She threw her head back, dragging the veil of hair off her body. "Yes, yes!" Her heels pressed forcefully between his shoulder blades, enough to feel his powerful muscles through his nightshirt. Her mind was slowly melting into a sea of bliss, letting reason drift away on the waves. Suddenly, a bolt of pleasure shot through her body as his tongue thrust into her vagina. Her walls convulsed around him, growing in intensity with each slithering motion he made. "Oh! Oh! Yes, Claude, YES!"

He buried his face in her body, his tongue seeking her hidden depths. His nose found just the right angle to nuzzle lovingly into her clit. She rewarded him with another adorable spasm, kicking her feet in the air and screaming her pleasure.

"OH OH!" Her hands finally left their place on his wrists, only to plant themselves firmly on the back of his head. "Haaaaaaaoooooohhhhhh!"

Taking full advantage of his newfound freedom, he brought one hand up to play with her nipple, and the other down to feverishly massage her clit. He could tell she was losing her mind to his ministrations. All that was left was to finish her off, which he would do in glorious fashion.

As she neared her peak, her panting and moaning blended together into an incoherent cacophony. The pleasure no longer came in waves, but as the constant flow of a rushing river. The Goddess squeezed her lover as tightly as she could and unleashed a final, explosive scream as she finally reached a truly divine climax.

"YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaa!"

Her body quivered almost violently against his, and he gradually slowed his movements to gently ease her from her euphoria. Over the course of several minutes, her limbs relaxed, and she began to sink back into her throne as though she were deflating. Her gasping breaths took even longer to steady, doing so only after she was slumped over like a sleeping child, with the tip of her tongue poking between her lips. In fact, as she settled in fully, Claude thought that she might have really fell asleep.

"So, Sothis," he said loudly, forcing him to take a moment to catch his own breath.

Her eyes fluttered open, her tongue returned to her mouth, and she smiled. "So...Claude."

He blinked in surprise, then laughed. "So, I take it you enjoyed yourself?"

"Oh, yes." She softly stroked the side of his head, a gesture that tickled both of their hearts. "I have never been serviced quite like that."

"Nobody's ever tongue-fucked the Goddess?" He looked at her in mock incredulity. "Surely not for lack of trying?"

"Tongue-fucked?!" she sputtered, giggling fitfully. "I was not familiar with THAT phrase!"

"Hah! I guess that makes sense." Claude stood and wiped his sticky mouth on the back of his hand. He looked back to see the water basin still intact, a white decoration amidst the endless blackness of the chamber.

Sothis leaned forward while he rinsed her nectar from his face. "I am excited to learn more of your colorful vocabulary, if you would be willing to teach it as you fuck me in the classic sense."

He smacked his lips and whistled, buying his brain a moment to catch up. "Wow, uh... You really want me to fuck you? For real?"

"I do."

"I see." He laughed again, drying his hand on his shirt. "I mean...holy shit. Who the hell am I to refuse that offer?"

"Do not sell yourself short, my expert tongue-fucker."

As he made quick work of removing his thin nightclothes, he looked over the diminutive Goddess once again - with a freshly lecherous mind. "You know, Your Godliness," he said, tugging on the string holding up his pants. "I knew you'd be beautiful, but I was led to envision...a different kind of beauty."

She put her hands on her chest and tried to push her breasts together. She managed to edge her nipples very slightly inward, but there was far too little flesh to work with. "You thought I'd be taller," she suggested.

"The artists have severely misrepresented you, as I'm sure you've noticed. Which is a shame."

Unceremoniously, he pulled off his underwear, allowing his manhood to spring free. It swung in the air for a moment before standing proudly at attention.

Sothis's mouth gaped. "I... Wow. I-I must apologize!" She tore her attention away for a brief moment to glance into his eyes, but her gaze quickly settled back on his member. "I have no excuse for misconceptualizing your beauty."

He laughed, a hearty sound despite a clear tinge of nervousness. His cheeks glowed a warm red, though he wasn't sure Sothis would even notice. Her attention was quite clearly fixated elsewhere.

"I'm flattered that the Goddess herself is impressed with me."

"Indeed." She leaned forward, resting her chin in her palms. Her hair fell forward over her body. "Is it an Almyran trait to have such an impressive penis?"

"Uhm... Hah! I, er, guess? I don't see many Almyran penises. Or, for that matter, many people who have seen a lot of Almyran penises. Although, my own Almyran penis does have some accolades." He outstretched both arms and thrust out his pelvis. "Hilda Valentine Goneril says: 'How the fuck am I supposed to focus in class when I'm thinking about your big, thick, dark, delicious cock stirring up my tight little pussy all day?'"

The Goddess tilted her head. "So you're favored by tight little pussies, hmm?"

"You wouldn't happen to know anyone like that?"

Once more, she spread her legs as wide as she could and used two fingers to open her folds. "Come here and we'll find out."

He stroked his cock as he approached her again. Her body tensed and she bit her lip as he drew near, a sight that induced a shiver of anticipation in his own body. Despite the boost the throne gave her, he loomed tall over her slumped form. He stood there for a few seconds, letting her drink in the sight of his member hovering directly above her tingling folds.

Suddenly, his hands shot out to reach beneath her legs and drag her close to him. Her ass slid to the very edge of the throne as her legs were lifted into the air and balanced on either side of his waist. The head of his cock tickled her labia, giving them both one last thrill before the main event began.

"Well, Sothis," he said, a final bout of nerves creeping into his voice. "Progenitor God. Your Eminence." She chuckled, a simple gesture that renewed his confidence tenfold. "Are you ready?"

"'Stir up my tight little pussy,' Claude von Riegan."

He thrust upward, sliding the underside of his dick along her soaking wet, quivering folds. Sothis gasped in delight, gripping the corners of her armrests as best she could. Her core burned with a desperation greater than any she could recall.

"Claude," she squeaked. "I need you inside me!"

He thrust over her labia again, grinning devilishly. "Your wish is my command, Sothis," he said.

"It is a command!"

Laughing heartily, he lined himself up with her entrance again, this time pushing a few tantalizing millimeters of his length inside her. Slowly - so, so agonizingly slowly - he eased his thick cock into the diminutive woman. He grunted in amazement. "Holy shit, Sothis, you're so tight," he marveled.

"Haah..." She smiled at him. "Tighter than Hilda?"

His hips swung back and forward, thrusting just a couple centimeters deeper. Reveling in her delighted gasps, he repeated the motion, going just a little further in each time. After he was halfway sheathed, Sothis began clawing at the stone under her fingertips as she writhed in pleasure. Her canal was stretched to its reasonable limit, squeezing his cock every time her body shifted and squirmed beyond her control. Every so often her tongue lolled out of her mouth for a moment, and each time it took all of her strength to bring it back in.

Claude looked down from the Goddess' adorable face and did a double-take. He hadn't been exaggerating when he'd complimented his own length. He was only barely able to fit the whole thing in Hilda, and Leonie had proven slightly too shallow for it. Yet he was almost all the way inside the much smaller Sothis. A perk of fucking the Progenitor God, he supposed. He continued inching forward, little by little, until at long last he bottomed out.

His pelvis pressed firm against hers as his cock reached deep into the unexplored darkness of her core. He was already breathing heavily, his muscular chest heaving over her. Sothis was an absolute mess beneath him. She gasped for air as she recovered from a ferocious orgasm, a plentiful stream of drool running across her cheek and an even more plentiful stream running down both cheeks of her ass. Her eyes were half-lidded and her head lolled sideways.

"You alright, Sothis?" he asked, voice tinged with pride.

In a brief moment of clarity she looked up at him, green eyes staring into green eyes. "Fuck me. Please."

Claude cupped a hand behind his ear and leaned a bit closer. "I'm sorry, what was that?"

"Fuck me, Claude!" she begged. "Fuck me until there's not a thought left in my head! Fuck me until I'm stuffed full of your cum!"

That last bit sent a jolt of excitement through his body. "Okay, okay!" he said, returning his hand to her thigh. With no further delay, he withdrew his cock all the way to the head, leaving her freshly plundered hole suddenly very empty. Her eyes shot wide open, then shut right as he plunged back in. Her pussy squeezed him voraciously, delighted to feel full again. A shudder washed over him. "Oh, fuck," he moaned, beginning the motions to do it all again.

Despite her plea to be fucked into a cum-drunk hysteria, he briefly considered setting a moderate pace. Sothis was already too far gone to really match his movements, instead continuing to writhe against him in no particular pattern. By this point, however, his excitement had been building for far too long, and her cunt was far too welcoming. He decided that for both their sakes he ought to grant her wish.

His pace quickened rapidly, until before long he was plowing her just as nature intended. He grunted and groaned as his cock twitched deep inside her, edging closer and closer to release. Her little body rocked with each thrust. Her nectar and sweat pooled beneath her ass and was spread haphazardly across the surface of the throne, weaving between strands and tangles of green hair.

"Ooh YES!" she cried. "Yes Claude! Oh, you're close aren't you?"

"Y-Yeah," he managed, gritting his teeth.

"Don't hold back! Fuck me! As many times...as you want!" With considerable effort she again placed her hands atop his and squeezed. "Cum as much as you can! Inside me!"

Never one to disappoint - especially a Goddess - Claude picked up the pace even further, intent to drive himself over the edge. As expected, it didn't take long until he could feel he was reaching his limit, and he brought her body even harder against his. "Nng! Oh, Sothis!"

His climax came suddenly, coursing through both of their bodies with a ferocity neither had ever felt before. His seed blasted into her in thick globs, squelching around his member and oozing steadily into her womb. All the while she squirmed and screamed as she came far harder than she could have even imagined.

Color filled their vision, and they both struggled to gasp in enough air to stay conscious. When Claude regained his senses, his face was hanging directly over hers, so close it seemed there was no distance between them at all. He leaned down and placed a hungry kiss on her lips. She responded in kind, opening her mouth to him. He took that as permission to come even closer and press his face against hers. His tongue slipped into her mouth and felt it's way around, carelessly swapping spit between them. She slowly tried to do the same, resulting in him claiming her tongue in his lips and suckling on it.

The Goddess giggled. She pressed a gentle palm against his chest, and he relented. She quite liked the twinkle in his satisfied eyes. "If you want to suckle," she whispered with a giddy smile, "you should suckle my breasts."

"As you command," he said.

"This time it's not a command."

"Yeah, well."

His lips drifted leisurely over her skin, to her chin, down her neck, along her collarbone, and finally down to her breast. There was hardly any fat to play with, but that didn't mean he couldn't tease her a bit. His tongue traced circles around her skinny tit, sliding a little closer to her nipple each time. Just when he was almost upon it, the circles widened again, spreading farther out until he was licking along her side and almost onto her other breast. She huffed, but her dreamy smile remained. He looked up at her and winked. His tongue worked its way back over her flesh and nonchalantly brushed over the little faintly pink nub. She shuddered, and her pussy clenched around his softened penis, reminding them both he was still inside her.

"Mmm, I can feel all of it," she hummed. "That was incredible, Claude. I've never felt like this with Byleth."

"Hm?" He blinked. "Wait, I... Did... Did you say Byleth?"

"I did."

"I... Huh. So you've had sex with Byleth too."

"I have."

"Wow. Wow! Guess that makes sense." It made sense, sure, but it was still completely baffling. Byleth had met the Goddess, merged with her, and fucked her, and he'd barely said a damn word about any of it?! "When -"

"Why -"

They both paused. "Sorry, you first," he said.

She giggled. "Why did you think I was naked when you arrived?"

"I thought... Wait, you're still having sex with Byleth?"

"Are you surprised?"

He rubbed his forehead, fearing he was losing his mind. "I...guess not? Or at least I shouldn't be. It, er, only makes sense. You..."

"Is something wrong?"

"Not 'wrong'..." He shook his head. "It's only just now dawning on me how incredible it is that the Goddess - er, that you are...a fan of casual sex."

"There was nothing casual about that."

He laughed. "Yeah."

"But get your strength back, Claude." She touched a fingertip to the base of his cock, grinning up at him. "I'm not brimming full yet."

"Well. I'll have to fix that."

Sucking in a tense breath, he latched onto her nipple. His tongue pressed its wet heat against the little nub as he sucked gently. Her skin tingled between his lips, and she moaned softly. Her hand found its way into his head, weaving her fingers slowly into his hair. He chuckled and drew back slightly, placing a delicate kiss on her nipple.

"I've been rather passive, haven't I?" she said.

"Hm?" He gave her another quick lick before answering. "I offered to service you."

"So you did." She began to move her hips, inching her ass sideways over the stone. Her pussy gripped his half-flaccid cock with determination as she repeated the motion in the other direction, eliciting a growl of satisfaction from her self-styled servant. "That doesn't preclude me properly caring for you."

"Course not." He playfully pinched her nipple, causing her to yelp. "Seems to me you're just impatient, but that's fine by me."

Her lips captured his, and her tongue explored his mouth again. He kissed back with a similar fervor despite his surprise. It was a messy, almost frenzied affair, driven by a lust that bordered on mania. Their lips slid and pushed against each other's, their tongues danced and wrestled and fell out of their mouths only to force their way back in, saliva flowed in copious amounts between them. She continued to caress him with her vagina, her pace increasing as the act transitioned from intentional to instinctive. His hips began to move as well, eager to sow his seed in her once more.

She noticed distantly when a glob of spit fell on her dry breast. She hadn't realized she'd chased his lips so far that she was bent over herself. Claude, without missing a beat, started kneading the saliva into her flesh, rubbing and squeezing her formerly neglected nipple. The hand on his head hugged him tightly against her, while her other hand held firmly to the center of his muscular back.

"Fuck me, Claude," she gasped suddenly, the words tickling his tongue as her lips moved against it. "Fuck me now!"

With considerable effort he focused his attention on his own lower half. Testing the waters, he pulled his hips back and thrust into her, hard. His cock forced its way through her damp, welcoming tunnel, spreading her walls wide around its girth as it returned to its comfortable resting place deep within. The mess he'd left there squelched around his length, warm and thick and longing for company.

It was barely a second before he finished experimenting and started fucking. He grunted as he thrust in, she gasped as she received him, and each continued to kiss the other with an intoxicated and intoxicating fervor. He couldn't plow her quite the same way in this position, so he adopted a slower pace punctuated by powerful thrusts. Each time his shaft drove into her, reverberations shook her body and mind. She shrieked into his mouth, clutching him desperately to her. Her heels found purchase on his waist and dug in, forcing him even deeper into her, deeper than he thought he could ever go. Her body swallowed every millimeter and held him reverently, guiding him to her core and working to bring their copulation to another explosive climax.

His unoccupied hand went to her unoccupied tit, kneading it as he had the other. His other hand descended to her naval to find her clit, applying a firm but thoughtful pressure as he struck into her again. Pleasure once more overtook her entirely, reducing her movements to senseless jerks and her voice to incoherent squeals. Her tongue slowed, but she continued to seek his with all the effort she could muster. Not one to disappoint, Claude kept up tongue-fucking her throat, as he was sure she wanted.

His cock twitched, and he increased his pace as much as he could. Her petite body was rocked by every thrust, responding in kind by squeezing him tighter inside and out. Her fingernails scratched raw red lines onto his back, tangled his wavy hair into a knotted mess. Her lips hung loosely open against his as her tongue weakly licked up and down his own. She ached for him, hungered for him, with every fiber of her being, something his previous lovers had never offered and he'd never asked for. Something he'd never known he needed so badly.

As the pressure mounted within him, she welcomed him further and further. As he released his grip on her and held instead to her thighs, Sothis finally released his mouth from hers, laid her head back on her throne, and screamed.

"CLAAAAAAAUUUUUDE!"

He plowed her fervently, ferociously, ravenously, desperately. Her pussy tightened like a vice as she came, squeezing and squirming and shaking and holding, movements and body parts and the throne all blending into a cacophony of mismatched sensations. The only consistency was the incomparable pleasure, and the undeniable need for more. Claude pounded her as hard and as fast as he could now, slamming himself against her body as it writhed and shook and beckoned him ever deeper.

When the universe could bear the strain no longer, the vortex of swirling color went pure white, the sounds vanished entirely, and the Goddess' body arched to draw Claude's cock further still into her until it rested against the entrance to her womb. And there, in a place where no man, and certainly not Claude von Riegan, should have ever been able to reach, he came. His muscles clenching almost painfully tight, jet after jet after forceful jet of his seed shot from him, directly into her core. Her heart and her mind melted as her womb was flooded with his warmth.

When Claude came to, he was lying down atop her with his face beside hers and his forehead resting on the cool stone of the throne. She was still wrapped around him, arms and legs all draped loosely over his body. Her breathing had softened, though every now and then it was broken by a quiet little gasp. As he started to move, his body slid over hers through a thick layer of shared sweat. The first thing he could really see as his vision returned was her face, much of it coated in their rapidly drying saliva. She appeared to be sleeping, eyes closed and mouth hanging half open. She was, by far, the most adorable girl he'd been with.

And not only that! Cautiously lifting himself up on his hands, his eyes trailed down her deceptively powerful little body. Whether she'd somehow bewitched him or simply fucked him with every ounce of passion she could muster, she was by far the best partner he could ever dream of having. He had never felt such immense, indescribable sensations, not even on those rare occasions when Hilda and Leonie took him to bed together. Sothis had more than satisfied him. She completed him.

His gaze finally reached the point where they were still joined, and he couldn't help but smile. A thin trail of his cum swam through a river of hers, flowing into what was no longer a mere pool, but a grand sea that covered nearly half of her divine seat and soaked into her hair. He knew that a similar amount of his seed had settled inside her, a thought that instilled in him both pride and amazement. His seed, in the womb of the Goddess herself.

It was a hell of a fucking night, that was for sure.

Her eyes fluttered gently open as he began to withdraw his softened manhood from her. "Did you enjoy yourself, Claude?"

"I did, Your Godliness."

She sighed, an amused grin tugging at her lips. "I told you, you may call me Sothis."

"I enjoyed myself a lot, Sothis." His cock left her entirely, yet she didn't feel empty in the slightest. "Were my services adequate?"

"Oh, yes," she whispered. "Far more than adequate. Byleth could never compare."

"Hm." He pushed off from the throne, taking a seat on the armrest. "You seem keen to compare us, actually."

"To contrast."

"Right. Is it because he's the only other person you've interacted with?"

"He's styled himself as the only person I'll ever interact with."

Claude looked at her quizzically. "What's that mean?"

"He fancies me his wife."

"...And just what the hell does that mean?"

"It means the fool married me."

"You have to realize -" He noticed he was nearly shouting, and lowered his voice. "- that that sounds completely insane."

She held out her palm, which began to shine with a blue light. A moment later an ornate silver ring materialized, floating above her skin.

"He gave me this ring," she explained. "Which his father gave to him, to give to the person he was to marry. And with the war ended, Byleth gave the ring to me."

"Holy shit." He sucked in a long, deep breath, then let it out sharply. "Oh, I slept with a married woman. What the fuck. What..."

She returned his quizzical look. "I don't mind. You do?"

"Well, yeah! What do you think marriage is for?"

She scoffed. "For mortals. Or at the very least, people who exist in the physical world. Claude von Riegan, I never thought I'd meet you, or any other human, ever again."

He mulled that over for a minute. Her hand brushed his cheek and he nearly jumped. "You could've told me," he said indignantly.

"I did tell you I have sex with him."

"You made it sound casual. Not to mention, didn't you say Byleth couldn't...yeah, it was, 'Byleth could not do what I ask.'"

"And he can't." She rolled onto her side, turning her back to him. Much of her hair remained stuck to the throne. "He's completely incapable of servicing me. You, on the other hand, are incredible." She yawned, a soft, cute sound quite at odds with the vulgarity of her words. "And to preempt your question, yes, I have tried to teach him. He is truly unable to learn."

That sounded more like the Byleth that Claude knew. Good heart, unmatched prowess in combat, and the brainpower of a fish. A pro and a con of installing him as Archbishop while the new political order settled in.

"I can sympathize," Claude said. "But..."

Sothis abruptly sprang to action, sitting straight up and tugging some of her hair free from her sticky seat. "You must leave," she said urgently. "He's coming."

"Eh? Bylehhhhh..." Claude tried to touch his limp face with his limp hand but failed to rouse the appendage. As he fell into the same kind of disgustingly murky sleeping state he'd arrived in, he also physically fell forward off the throne. The floor apparently disappeared because he never hit anything. He would have thought that was good, if he had the sense to think at all. The last thing he knew was Sothis' voice, sounding clearly through the slurry of his mind.

"I hope to see you again soon, Claude."