A Joyful Harvest

by Cosmic Sky

For a time meant for horror and darkness, Rhea had to admit that she was finding Halloween to be a pretty great time. That was no doubt thanks to the people she had at her side in Askr. Her dearly missed mother on one side...and on the other, a man who brought her more joy than she ever thought possible. Quite ironic considering many called him a demon, but he was her demon.

Hey, everyone. This isn't exactly the Halloween-themed Heroes lemon I was planning on doing, but after the reveal of Rhea and Byleth (and Sothis) with Halloween Alts, I just couldn't help myself. As a Rhea and M! Byleth fan, the opportunity was too good to pass up. My first Fire Emblem holiday lemon featuring one of my favorite characters is the path I chose to go on for this Halloween. It sorta fulfills my original hope to do a lemon for them for Kinktober.

Now, let me get this out of the way, this is a Byleth/Rhea story. No, they are not related in any way, so no, it is not incest. I'm saying this because of an irritating string of people (or person) who comment on every Byleth/Rhea story that the pairing's incest. It's gotten very tiresome.

Alright, with that out of the way, onto the story. I hope you all enjoy it!

I do not own anything.

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A Joyful Harvest

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For the first time since her summoning, Rhea felt nervous. Her clothes were beginning to strangle her with an unbearable heat that she found herself helpless to combat. Quite ironic how even in this holiday-themed form, she still had access to her normal powers, including her command over cold air. She felt like she could summon blizzard-level temperatures and that still wouldn't be enough to quell the nervousness-borne heat consuming her.

She hid her concerned expression as best she could using her hat. She'd come to quite like the pointy hat that had came with this costume and this peculiar set of powers.

"Rhea," the woman in front of her called. Looking up from the hood of her hat, she met the leafy green eyes of her fellow dragon, Tiki. The adult dragon form of the Voice of Naga stared at her with a serious expression…for all of five seconds. "These taste incredible! Great! Why, I'd go as far as to say they could potentially be amongst the best candies we've served at Halloween!"

And just like that, a mighty wind of relief swept over Rhea. Her shoulders slackened and a sigh of relief passed through her lips. Of course, none of it went unnoticed.

Giggling, Tiki clapped the taller woman on the shoulders. "You're going to do fine. I know since you've got the drive, the cooking skill, the magic, and most importantly," the Archanea manakete slid her hands from the Nabatean's shoulders down to her hands, which she gently gripped. "You've got the best kind of support. Which includes yours truly."

Rhea looked down at their joined hands, feeling the warmth flow into her. "That I do, that I certainly do, Tiki. Thank you."

Still giggling, she leaned in, winking at her. "So, just between us, what are you saving for Byleth?" Like clockwork, the Nabatean's cheeks turned bright pink and her eyes widened. Rhea was at an immediate loss for words. "Come on, don't hide it. You've got something extra special saved up just for him, right." It was framed less as a question and more as a statement of fact, which Tiki knew.

Realizing there was no escaping her accusation, Rhea decided to simply roll with it. In doing that, she decided to aim herself at her fellow dragon. "Yes, I am, just as you are surely planning something special for the Summoner, are you not?" Just like her, Tiki's cheeks turned hot pink. It was now Rhea's turn to laugh, and laugh she did. "I suppose this autumn festival will be an opportunity for the both of us."

"Heheh, that's true, so very true. Our lovers…and our mothers. Still, I think you're the lucky one, Rhea. It's looking like Sothis will be able to get more into the Halloween spirit than my mother will, though she tries. She's made some…progress."

"When you say it like that, you make it sound as if you had to explain to Lady Naga the concept of this Halloween. Admittedly, the concept took some time for me to understand."

"Yes, but look at you, you're way more into the spirit than her!" Tiki knew she probably shouldn't have been talking that way about her mother out of respect, but it was the truth. Besides, her mother had more or less accepted it. There were simply some holidays she couldn't quite get into. A holiday dedicated to horror, candy, and all things dark and gloomy? Most definitely not her preference. Ordinarily, Tiki wouldn't say so either, at least not the adult her that had mostly outgrown her childish interests like candy and costumes. Mostly. "Speaking of spirit, I'll admit, I'm kind of glad to see Byleth getting into the Halloween spirit too. Heheh, his costume's totally on point."

"It is both ironic and fitting, isn't it? He dresses like a demon, but he is anything but." Even she could hear the intimate affection in her own voice.

Tiki crossed her hands in front of her, directly underneath her breasts. "And he looks pretty cute, doesn't he?" Rhea kept cool under her piercing gaze ad knowing grin. It seemed after catching her off-guard the first time, she was now ready for Tiki's romantic priding. Though Tiki was a tad disappointed, she was also a little happy and impressed. "Come on, you can admit it. Even I think that he looks pretty cool with that sharp suit and those cute little horns, oh and that tail!"

"He does wear the look rather well, doesn't he?" The pious woman admitted with a pink tint on her cheeks. It was surprising to say the least seeing Byleth dressed similarity to her ad her other, albeit his costume wasn't that of witch or warlock. No, it was the sort of creature that such sorcerers would potentially call up to serve them. Her mother had pointed that out, and seemed to take a bit of pride in being the "demon's witch"; oddly enough, Rhea couldn't help but feel like her mother hadn't been entirely accurate. "If I may, what exactly will Kiran be going as? I'm aware that he can craft some magnificent costumes himself."

"Oh he can, amongst many other things." The older dragon laughed, a near dreamy look in her eyes. From a multitude of sources, Rhea had learned of the inventive mind of the Summoner of Askr. It was perhaps to be expected since he came from the future, one where science held dominion over magic, which was practically nonexistent. "He's even came up with some truly incredible costumes for some of the heroes to wear!"

"Hmm, I've heard these… 'killer robot' costumes that he's crafted. Apparently quite a few of the children loved them." Rhea noted. When it came to the constructs known as "robots", she had a bit of a love-hate relationship, one that was recent. The "robots" that she'd seen were the Agarthans' war machines. Kiran's mechanical creations were the opposite, being more playful ad well-meaning, not to mention cuter. "Tiki, if I may be so bold, have you ever left Kiran dress you up as a robot before?"

Far from taking offense, the Manakete giggled. "He and I have talked about it. Apparently, in his words, robotic dragons exist in fiction."

"Robotic dragons…now that's quite a thought. I'll admit, I'd genuinely find it a little scary." The Nabatean admitted.

"He's told me of some of super scary dragons big in his world, including one I think called…MechaGodzilla. Heh, no surprise though, it's Kiran's favorite amongst all the monsters of this fictional verse centered on one giant mutant lizard."

"The more I hear of the tales of his world, the more…bedazzled I suppose I am." The witch admitted with a smile brimming with curiosity.

"Exactly how I feel." Tiki concurred before her eyes flashed with a wild glint. "Now, enough about my Kir-Kir, what about your Byleth!" The divine dragon excitedly asked.

Rhea blinked at her in surprise. "M-M-My Byleth?" Tiki vigorously nodded her head. The sky dragon felt her cheeks heat up at the very open and intimate way Byleth was referred to. Not that it was entirely wrong as they were romantically interested in each other. Or at least the male version of him anyway. There were times Rhea still had to remind herself that in Askr, there could be multiple versions of one person running around; she herself was no exception. Walking the halls was Saint Seiros, her past self whom she'd became…reacquainted with. That had been one truly bizarre evening, albeit it'd ended on a relatively positive note. "W-W-What about him?"

"Has he ever regaled you with strange ad wondrous stories of his time as a mercenary? Including a few…creepy ones?" Tiki pressed.

A hand went to the Nabatean's chin. "Come to think of it, he has told me a few. Apparently, he once had to fight a necromancer who reanimated the dead…and had taken up residence in a necropolis." As expected, Tiki's face fell and a nauseous look overcame her features. It was clear that the divine dragon didn't like necromancy. Quite understandable as Rhea wasn't a fan of it either. "To cut a long and rather gruesome story short, he decided to simply burn down the entire town. It succeeded in forcing the necromancer out, where Byleth…killed him. Quite thoroughly." In spite of the short tale that she surprised Tiki by giving her a kind smile. "I later went to his father and asked him about it. Apparently, Byleth was quite handsomely rewarded by the nearby townsfolk. He did it to help them."

That explanation caused Tiki's lips to curl into a smile as well. "Ah, that sounds like him. He can seem so distant and stoic, but like I thought, he's got quite a heart within him. A heart that's…his just as much as Sothis'."

"His heart," The witch repeated. "Yes…it's his. The heart that his mother wanted to continue beating."

"And you're a lucky woman since it's beating for you, and everyone else." The Archanea dragon added. Again, Rhea's cheeks turned pink at the statement, but she didn't reject it. Tiki could see how happy she was to hear it. "You know…I have a…ahem, suggestions for you if you're interested."

"Suggestions? What of the sort?"

The minute that she asked, Tiki's face split into a mischievous grin. Grabbing her hand, she dragged Rhea over to a nearby table.

"Hmm, I know you're looking forward to this Halloween as a family outing, and rightfully so. That's good, buuut, take this from an order veteran, certain candies passed out can give you…quite a bit of energy to burn. Sometimes that energy can last all night." As she expected, the witch's eyes flew wide open, and her cheeks turned from pink to scarlet red. Leaning back still wearing a smile, Tiki mused, "As it happens, these treats can also be rather delicious, so it's a win-in-win all around! Granted I'm not quite sure how hyperactive Sothis could be with all that energy in a physical body."

"W-W-Well, a part of me is somewhat doubtful that mother would need the energy boast. She already has so much in this harvest form. Some of it is no doubt the joy of having a physical body." Rhea proclaimed, silently doing her best to keep her blush under control. Tiki had planted an idea in her head, and by now, it was becoming hard to pull out. Nay, there was a part of Rhea that realized she didn't want to pull it out. Another part of her responded, Why would he need the energy boast? He already has plenty of stamina already! So do you! That inner declaration made her cheeks burn all the brighter.

Tiki smirked at the sight of it, but for the sake of her fellow dragon's dignity, decided not to comment on it. She had her own guesses at what was running through the sky dragon's mind.

"So…will the line for these locations be…long?" Rhea finally questioned, a small smile on her face.

As far as Tiki was concerned, that smile was enough to be called a victory. She'd delivered her first Halloween treat thus far.

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"As conjured by your witches, one nightmarish demon at your service for the night." Byleth Eisner proclaimed as he gave the two green-haired ladies in front of him a gentlemanly bow.

The two Nabateans in front of him burst into a fit of giggles, albeit only one of them was sporting a blush on her face. It was because she was more deeply touched by the gesture. Unsurprisingly, when the black-horned demon rose, she was the one he looked to with a visible smile on his face, one that made a warm feeling bloom within her.

Now, as for the other witch, she noticed it, and inwardly cheered at what she saw. That said, she was only going to allow this exchange to go on for so long. After all, time was of the essence, if they wasted it, all the best candy would be gone before they even set foot out the door.

"Ahem, now that our demon has been conjured, let's get going, Rhea! Byleth, you know your duty, correct!" Boomed the goddess in the form of a child.

Byleth tore his gaze away from Rhea to his "other half". He and Sothis had been summoned together, "Duo Heroes" as they were apparently called in Askr. It was fitting as back home, they were two souls confined in one body; now, they each had their own individual bodies. Or multiple bodies given there were multiple versions of them running around Askr. In Sothis' case, she apparently had a version of herself dressed up as a Christmas Tree. And Byleth had a female version of himself that was running around in a skimpy swimsuit with Rhea.

Personally, he was just fine with the Rhea standing to his right. Though the colors and ornaments were reminiscent of her Archbishop outfit, her outfit was undoubtedly that of a witch. He smirked at the sight of her appropriately themed hat, also sporting a white lily amidst the golden ornaments.

"I like your horns; they're rather befitting of a demon…or perhaps the more accurate description is handsome devil." Rhea proclaimed having caught his lingering gaze.

"Came with the summoning it appears, just like your outfits." The swordsman coolly proclaimed. "Thanks for the compliment." Her cheeks blushed at the show of thanks. Byleth always thought that a blushing Rhea was a cute Rhea, one that he felt a surging inclination to keep happy.

"Ahem! Hey, you two! You better not be forgetting about me!" Shouted the shortest member of the trio. Her shouting drew their attention to her.

"O-Oh! A-A-Apologies mother." Rhea said.

Chuckling, Byleth gave the small-sized goddess a quiet apology. Puffing her cheeks out, the goddess marched over and waved her broomstick in front of the suited-up devil. Rhea watched her mother launch into a mini-rant that had next to no force behind it. Byleth knew that too, though unlike her, he had to hold in his chuckling.

"Alright, alright, I think I've kept you both waiting long enough. Come on, let's get going while the night is still young." Byleth declared.

"Agreed, now, let us be off into the night!" Sothis declared.

Together, the three stepped out into the somewhat chilly night. Night had descended upon Askr on October thirty-first, Halloween as it was called in the modern era. Across the sky, ghostly spirits occasionally flew by, letting out unearthly wails that promised a long and haunting night. For some, that was cause for fear, for others, it was cause for excitement. That was certainly the case for the two witches and their demon, who looked to the darken yet surreal night sky with awed smiles.

It was the perfect night for them to be out and about, as well as several other "monsters", whom they passed on their way, including children. Compliments inevitably came their way, and when they did, the trio graciously returned them. Some of the compliments thought came with lingering gazes.

Being a goddess, even in small form, Sothis had several abilities that far, far, far exceeded the average human. One of them was hearing. In life, her hearing ability could stretch for miles, across countries in fact; so it was natural she heard the amorous whispers of those who complimented her daughter's looks. And her mortal host as he was quite dashing himself in his devilish suit.

"Holy crap, that was the Archbishop of the Church of Seiros? She looks stunning!"

"Yeah, maybe not as good as her summer self, but damn, she's still definitely a looker!"

"Is it strange I prefer her covered hips to uncovered ones? I mean the way she moves..."

"And the way she smiles too. Damn, she smiles more often than her Seiros self. Her smile's better."

"That was Byleth Eisner? By the gods, he's so…so…oooh!"

"You're just now noticing? The man's always been a looker, but now, damn. It's just a shame he has to spend this Halloween chaperoning that little girl."

A knot formed on the goddess' head, mostly hidden by her hair and hat. While she was grateful for the physical body, it was still that of a child's thus…well, physical existence had its ups and downs.

Unknown to her, her slight irritation didn't go unnoticed. "Let's take a little detour here at this bridge." Byleth suddenly said. Both green-haired ladies looked to him, curious as to what he had in mind. Sothis in particular raised an eyebrow at him. He only looked to the pair with a smile, one that put both women at considerable ease and comfort. Several minutes later, that comfort turned into happy excitement as they were given a rather delicious and sweet-tasting brand of candy that reminded the pair of some of the treats of their homeland.

To no surprise as Byleth knew the treats had been made with some oversight by Naga herself. If there was anyone who knew what dragons liked, perhaps there was no better than a divine dragon also worshipped as a goddess.

They eagerly accepted their first haul, Byleth hung back, patiently waiting his turn. Suddenly, Rhea whipped her head back, her green eyes meeting his cobalt blue eyes.

"Thank you, Byleth." She whispered before stepping aside and offering him the chance to get his share as well.

Feeling a faster beating in his heart, Byleth accepted his offer, his gaze lingering on the sky dragon for several more seconds than normal. It was only the first of the night.

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"So, Byleth, how are you doing? You don't need us to take a break for you, do you?" Sothis happily called to her right.

The black-horned man merely shot the goddess dressed as a witch a smirk. "Nope, not at all. Full steam ahead, ladies."

Both Sothis and Rhea looked to each other, mischievous grins devolving into snickering. Byleth might as well have said yes to an hour in some horrendous torture dungeon. They'd actually visited at least two of those and gotten some delicious treats out of the trip, as they had several other locations. Proof of that lay in Byleth's hands, the multiple bags of candy that the trio had accumulated over the hour that they'd spent wondering through the now haunted domain of Askr. In the process, they'd seen many of their fellow heroes, also dressed up just like them. Naturally compliments and pleasantries had been exchanged, as had a few candys that whatever groups had on hand. Advice had also been given on where was the best place to go for the next delicious treats.

Leo's graveyard was one such spot.

"My, my, that boy certainly loves his grimness, doesn't he?" Sothis remarked staring at the massive wall of darken greenery that laid before them. Countless others were making their way in while many more were making their way out, some looking quite shaken.

"Give or take, he reminds me of Hilbert, albeit a little more…friendly." Byleth casually remarked staring at the dark forest. A sense of excitement tingled within him as he stared into the darkness. While he couldn't see all the way in, he could make out various shapes and figures, as well as hear various haunting noises. It was all quite fitting of a haunted forest. "Right then, ladies, follow me."

"Oh, our demon offering to guide us?" Sothis coyly remarked.

Turning back to face them with a smile, Byleth remarked, "I am not at the service of the Witch of Creation and her mother, the Goddess of Fódlan? Allow the Ashen Demon to guide you on the way to the delicious treasure that no doubt awaits us at the end of this grim path." His devilish wings spread out, the dark texture shimmering before acting like a suction that absorbed the candy-filled bags into the darkness. Holding out his hand, Byleth lit an orange-yellow flame that shined brightly before the two Nabateans.

Smiling, the two ladies moved close to his side. Byleth was happy to have them close beside him, just as they were clearly happy to have him lighting the way for them. It was clear that the two Nabateans were glad for the close proximity, especially Rhea. The former mercenary looked to his left where Rhea walked beside him. With the light of his flame, his eyes were able to perfectly see her, every detail of her beautiful face, even hidden beneath her hat. Of course, his gazing didn't go unnoticed, certainly not by the witch herself. Her eyes would occasionally rise up and meet his, a smile forming on her face.

Sothis was well aware of that, and she chose to keep quiet about it. Well, as silent as mother watching her daughter fall in love could, and being quite happy about it. The giggle in her voice was undeniable when she called out to them on where they were going. It was enough to snap the two blooming lovebirds out of their daze and get their focus back on the real world. Which was somewhat needed as the deeper they went into the forest, the more otherworldly entities they encountered-ghosts, ghouls, shadowy monsters, moving trees that reached out to suddenly grab at them. Some of them came quite fast, but Byleth and Rhea were faster.

The demon's fangs flashed in a cool smirk as he swiftly swung his arm, a sharpened blade in the shape of an arm, easily slashing apart the enchanted wood. Rhea smirked as well, lightly butting her staff against the ground ad flicking her fingers, magic sigils manifesting around her. Sothis stood between the two of them in silent admiration at their skills. Every now and then, their eyes would go to each other and the smiles would brighten. The goddess could only playfully role her eyes; how long would it be before they turned this into a competition? She knows that she probably would have been on the way to by now.

When they joined up with other groups, that possibility vanished as the demon and witch were seemingly anointed the protectors of the group. It wasn't a stretch for either of them as when it came to looking after others, both Byleth and Rhea seemed to have a natural inclination to do the deed. The young children in the groups certainly took to both of them, eagerly staying on their heels as they led the way out through the dark forest. With them at the forefront, the forest didn't seem so dark and scary anymore.

Rhea and Byleth kept a set of fireballs encircling the group, providing ever-present light, even when one of them, namely Byleth, broke away to confront the ghouls that descended upon them. He moved like a black blur with the occasional dash of red, blue, and yellow from his so-called lollipops. Oh, and the silvery-purple every now and then. While she protected the group, Rhea saw the colors and giggled to herself.

Even now, you keep your students in your heart. Rhea happily mused watching the man she'd hired steadily cut a path forward through the darkness. It was ironic, though he looked like a demon and had the reputation of one, his actions were far more befitting of a guardian spirit, or guardian angel as she believed the modern phrase was.

Boom! Boom!

The demon and the elder witch looked to the smallest member of their trio, yet ironically the strongest and oldest. Sothis held up her broomstick with a smug expression. "I'll have you two know that I'm not some helpless child! I'm more than capable of blasting a path forward with you two! Now then, onward to the heart of the forest where more candy lies!"

There was an audible murmur of approval amongst the group, especially the children who were in full-hearted agreement.

Giggling, one of the parents leaned over and whispered to Rhea, "Your daughter's quite energetic!"

It took a great deal of willpower on Rhea's power to keep from bursting into laughter. Such a response somewhat surprised her. "O-O-Oh, certainly! Yes, she's been…quite eager to get out and about for a while." It was a bizarre truth that Rhea actually found some delight in telling.

"Ahahahaha! Seems like you love have made it this far into the Forest of Terror!" Boomed a distorted yet distinctively male voice. "I hope that you've enjoyed your little journey into my domain, for it's about to come to an end!"

"No, I don't think so!" Byleth boastfully called back into the darkened forest. "We came here for the legendary Dark Night Sweets that lies at the heart of this forest, and we shall not leave until we have them!"

"Will you now?" The voice bounced across the surroundings trees, each of their mishappened trunks seemingly distorting more and more. From the "faces" of several blood seemingly began to ooze out onto the forest ground. The sight was unfailingly unnerving at best and horrific at worst. Understandably, children huddled against parents, and even one or two parents huddled against their children and each other. "So you think because you have faced a couple of ghouls you have what it takes to make it to the heart of my forest and claim my treasure for yourself? Foolish arrogance like that is quite common here…" There was another bark of laughter, then a bolt of lightning split the sky. Several screamed as crows fluttered about in the brief illumination, which also revealed dozens of skeletons hanging from the threes.

Byleth looked to the myriad of bones, some old and some seemingly fresh. His nose wrinkled with the scent of decay and blood, the latter of which he was quite familiar with. That was one of the reasons why he chuckled in amusement. A minute later and that chuckling turning into boastful laughter that echoed throughout the Forest of Terror. The forest's master went silent at the rather unexpected reaction. Something about this boast seemed different, far different from the others who'd wondered into his forest.

His blue eyes blazing with determination, he stared straight ahead into the darkness. "You seem to misunderstand, Lord of the Forest. I am not making a prediction; I am merely stating a fact."

"…Are you now?"

From all around the group, unearthly wails and shrieks came up, chilling the very air itself. The loudest wails came from the front, where a number of glowing eyes appeared. Byleth see the various monsters heading straight for them and readied himself.

But there was no need.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

The roars went from bloodthirsty to agony-filled. Once all-consuming darkness was illuminated by the flaming bodies of the dozens of monsters. Blinking in surprise, Byleth looked back and felt his cheeks burn red.

Tipping her hat up, Rhea smirked at him. "What? You surely didn't think that all I could do were protection spells, nor was I unable to 'see' into the dark? I am a witch, after all."

"Hey, hey, so am I! Don't go thinking that you can steal the spotlight on your own, Byleth! This is a family outing!" Sothis shouted, taking to the air via her own magic. Her grin was more audacious than her daughter's. "Now then, onward, to the heart of the forest where our delicious treasure lies!"

Once all-consuming darkness was lit up by colorful and at times blazing light. Chilling winds that once howled for blood were replaced with the death wails of countless monsters and tearing wood. Along with it were resounding battle cries and joyous calls of encouragement. What earlier been a terrifying walk through the forest had turned into an exciting expedition to the heart of the twisted woods, an expedition that could not be stopped via the demon and the two witches that helmed the group.

Ever-present on all three of their faces were grins of pure joy. The smiles of the demon and the adult witch were the brightest, reaching their peak when they glanced at one another as they had countless times before. It was clear that they were working in tandem with each other, Byleth on the attack with Rhea providing support; they weren't opposed to change it up though. Every now and then, Rhea would leap forward, delivering an ethereal claw sweep or tail wipe. Sothis' Crest Stone heart beat in parental glee at the sight. Her gaze was that of a proud mother's, though onlookers would have been forgiven for believing it was the look of a daughter proud of their mother.

The group's journey indeed brought them to the heart of the forest, where the fiercest monsters lay. Sadly, many of them were plant-based; they had an eerie beauty of them, animated skeletons and corpses dotted with flowers and vines. Alas, before the might of the Ashen Demon and Witch of Creation, they fell to the pieces until only one remained.

With a roar that shook the earth, a flower-dotted golem of towering size loomed before the group. Again, children and parents alike huddled in preparation for what they knew was their final obstacle.

Grinning from ear-to-ear, the flowery, skeletal giant looked down at the group. Evil purple light glowed in its empty eye sockets. "You now stand before the final obstacle, the true guardian of this forest! Only a handful have came before you, and even fewer have passed beyond me! It is the end for you and your entourage, demon!"

Wings spread out and his hands cackling with flames, Byleth stared back at the giant. "You're half right, this is the end of our journey, but we will not be joining your little bone collection."

"No, we will not, and I'm afraid we shall have to destroy this horrifically glorious masterpiece of yours." Rhea seconded, having stepped forward. Her staff glowed with mystical light that temporarily flashed so brightly it induced blindness. "Byleth, my noble demon," she called to the man beside her. "Hold out your hand."

Without a second thought, the black-horned demon did exactly that. His eyes flew wide open as he felt the familiar grip of a sword in his hands. Looking to his left hand, he saw a glorious two-handed long sword of darken gray and black design. Written along the edge of the blade were runes, Nabatean runes he immediately guessed. The other thing that caught his attention was the peculiar-shaped indention at the base of the blade. Several seconds after looking at it and Byleth knew what its purpose was.

"Rhea," he whispered.

"Though a demon, you're still a warrior, a swordsman, and what is a swordsman without his weapon?" She quickly explained. "Remember, my title isn't just for show. Now, go!"

Grinning, he withdrew his blue-colored lollipop and inserted it into the indention, causing the blade to glow a deep azure blue. As it did, the giant skeletal let out another resounding roar, raising its sword up high to the moon. Rhea jumped back and threw up a barrier around the group as Byleth charged forward.

"Have at thee!" The demon shouted, leaping into the air with the help of his wings. Silhouetted against the moonlight, the raised blade shined like a bright beacon of light, Its wielder had his wings spread out and his tail whipping about. Though a demon in appearance, his heart was undoubtedly that of a hero, one who inspired awe and wonder in those he'd shepherded through the forest.

ZWOOSH!

In a single stroke, the battle was finished.

Upon touching the ground, Byleth slightly turned his head, watching the plant and magic-infused giant split into two halves, having been cleaved straight down the middle. Upon close examination, one would have found that the two halves had been frozen at the edge of the slash. As it toppled to the ground, he looked back ahead to the flowery mass that curled away to reveal a throne. Upon it sat the lord of the Forest of Terror.

The second-born prince of the Kingdom of Nohr closed his mystical tome, an approving smile on his face. "I must say…that was quite a show of courage and might, Ashen Demon and Witch of Creation."

"Hey! What about me! You better not be forgetting me, Leo!" Sothis shouted, waving her witch's broom about.

Fighting the urge to snicker, the prince bowed his head. "Ah, you as well, Goddess of Witches. Together, you braved my forest of horrors and cut down my final guardian. Very, very few can lay claim to such deeds, a grouping that now includes you lot." With a chuckle, he snapped his fingers. "Now, enjoy your rewards for doing so."

Off to the right, another batch of flowers and greenery gave way to reveal that which they'd all been searching for, presided over a wand-wielding cat girl.

"Sakura? Heheh, can't say I'm surprised that you're here with Leo." Byleth chuckled causing the youngest Hoshidan royal to blush pretty pink.

"W-W-Well, I thought that I'd spend the first half of this Halloween with Leo." She nervously stated, her eyes shifting to the Nohrian prince, whose cheeks held a similar blush on his cheeks. "Come on, guys, enjoy the candy! You've earned!"

The rest of their group had already done exactly that, surging forward and digging into the candy bowls. Sothis was included in that group, leaving Byleth and Rhea.

"Thanks for the sword, Rhea." The horned demon declared giving her a slight bow. "It seems buildings and canals aren't the only things you're good at building."

"It's thanks to this new form I've taken." She happily replied as they went to join the others. Expectedly, all the kids were greedily digging in, much to Sakura and Leo's amusement. They both reassured them that they had plenty for them and the next group that came by. "I…thought about how you're always at your best with a sword, not to mention all those swords you've told me about how fascinated you've been with demon swords. Like the Tale of the Dark Knight, Sparda, and his descendants."

Taking one look at the implanted sword, Byleth smiled seeing the resemblance to the Dark Knight's iconic Force Edge, give or take a few modifications. "You're an excellent architect, politician, singer, seamstress, combat teacher, and now a blacksmith. Rhea, it seems your talents truly are as vast as the sky."

"Oh, no need to be so flattering." She politely fired back, her cheeks blushing up a storm showing his words had hit home. "Crafting a great sword is one thing, but it takes a great swordsman for it to reach its full potential. Luckily, I had one of those on standby, a man that I'm sure could slay the legions of the netherworld if it meant protecting the world and the people in it."

"Okay, now you're just returning the flattery my way." Byleth playfully retorted, though his cheeks also turned a light pink color. "In all honest though, thank you, Rhea."

"Is that it? Come on, at least give her a proper thank you…or are you gonna save that for latter?" A feminine voice pipped up. It came as a complete surprise to the pair, who immediately broke apart upon hearing it. They hadn't even noticed that they'd been leaning into each other. Byleth and Rhea looked down into the mischievous face of Sothis. "Come on, you two, don't give me that look. Especially since you've been eyeing each other all night. Well, you'll have to be just a little more patient because I'm not finished yet! There are other places with treats awaiting! Byleth, you know what that means, right?"

"That I do." He sighed, though it was clear that he was looking forward to more trick-or-treating with his now materialized inner spirit. Oh, and of course said spirit's lovely daughter.

"Um, excuse me, if you're interested in more treats, I believe that L'Archael's Scream Factory should be your next destination. I hear she created some rather delicious tricks this year." Sakura popped up, having overheard some pieces of their conversation. "Um, I…also heard that she took her Scream Factory's design a step further this year."

Byleth raised an eyebrow. "A step further?"

"Apparently, she's gotten it into her head that she can somehow raise an entire castle into the sky. Outlandish, yes, but…I genuinely think that she could do with the right materials and motivation." Leo clarified. "You know how she is, always trying to one-up everyone, including me. How Epharim puts up with her, I'll never know."

"Oh, you probably will one day. Love can be like that." Sothis countered, crossing her arms and doing her best to look as wise as her true age would have warranted. Given her current appearance, it was a little hard to take seriously, but those around her did. Especially when she looked to them. First, her gaze was directed at Leo and Sakura, both of whom blushed scarlet red, then she looked to her own daughter and her former host. They too blushed red at her too-knowing grin.

O-O-Oh mother!

Great, she really is enjoying this, maybe a little too much. Then again… Though his cheeks burned with embarrassment, Byleth felt…happy. He felt genuinely happy. Looking over to Rhea, he could see that she was feeling the same way, even if her mother's subtle priding was keeping her cheeks aflame.

"Um, excuse us, Miss Witch?" Called a child-like feminine voice. Turning about, all attention went to one of the little girls of the group, no older than perhaps ten. She was garbed in bandages and jewelry, exotic jewelry at that. Rhea believed that she was a "mummy", a type of being from a desert-land where the preservation and honoring of the dead was quite important.

"Yes, little one?" She responded lowering herself so that the child could speak with her.

"We were wondering…could you and your family take us to the Scream Factory?" She asked. "We…we really like having you around! You and your husband! You're both incredible! You're able to fight monsters and win! How do you two do that?"

"How do we do that?" Rhea repeated. She looked back to her supposed husband, his face holding a joyful smile that made Rhea's heart thump with happiness. Second, she looked to her mother, who flashed her a wide smile. "It's quite simple, little one. It's called courage." She finally said looking back at the child, and noticing that the other children had amassed behind her. It was a tiny audience, one that she was used to speaking before, but…there was something different this time. Something was different within her. "Courage is not the absence of fear, but the ability to act in spite of it. On a night like tonight, it can be quite important. Darkness and evil can lurk around every corner, not to mention sometimes behind a false face. In the face of such uncertainty and potential danger, it's easy to get discouraged and consumed by fear. I'd even say it's normal…but if one is stalled by fear, then they will be unable to act. Unable to protect or reach for that which they hold dear. Tell me, children, what is it called when you find the ability to rise above that fear?"

"Being courageous!" A young boy dressed as a knight shouted. "Picking up a sword and slaying the monsters threatening your family!"

"Hehehe, yes, quite so! That said, courage can also take other forms…such as reaching out your hand in friendship to another." The Archbishop-turned witch explained. "Sometimes…not all monsters are evil. Sometimes they're just misunderstood, hurt, angry. When you come upon such a monster, you don't always have to slay them. Perhaps to overcome them, you must reach out your hand in kindness." She quietly asked herself where the words had came from, where the…hope in them had came from. Looking to her left and right, she found an answer.

To her left sat her mother, looking at her in maternal approval, a look that filled her heart with happiness. It'd been centuries since she'd looked upon her face, seen her smile. She thought that there could be nothing as amazing as seeing her face again and hearing her voice.

At her right side, Byleth stood, looking down at her in equal approval, but also in something else. Looking up at him, the sorcerous dragon felt her heart beat increase and her cheeks burn. Byleth's presence was…was…it had an effect on her that she slowly recognized to be not simply relaxing, but invigorating. What was more, it was his presence that she basked in. Byleth Eisner, former mercenary turned teacher, demon, bodyguard, warrior, and hero. Her hero.

And the man that she was pretty sure she'd fallen in love with.

"Into the sky, huh?" He mused while giving her an aside glance. "Rhea, I think there's a way for us to take the gang up there. Don't you?"

She felt her heartbeat resonate throughout her body. Sitting up, she looked out over the group of ten or so. An all too familiar feeling rose up within her, intermixing with another familiar feeling. "Yes, I do. Follow me, everyone! Into the sky to the Scream Factory we shall go!"

Leo and Sakura watched with join smiles as the group departed, led by the Witch of Creation. Even from a distance they would be able to hear the shouts of joy as an immaculate white-dragon took to the skies carrying in its front claws a pumpkin-shaped carriage. The Hoshidan princess snuggled up to her dark prince, listening to the happy cries and even the joy-filled roar that left the dragon's lips as it soared upward to L'Archael's floating castle of horrors and treats.

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The Haunted Gauntlet. Even on a night focused on fear and terror, there were those who could not be detoured. They were the ones who would take up arms in the face of terror and fight it tooth and nail if they must. In the face of the terrors of the night, they stood in defiance, more often than not with weapon in hand. The Haunted Gauntlet was a way to test just how strong that defiance was.

Without a doubt, it was one hell of a spectacle for the citizens of Askr, especially those who wanted a change up from the whole "monster kills humans" story that so many horror stories had going on. Those monsters littered the massive arena and the haunted houses in which the contest took place in. Horror fell by sword, magic, and sheer wit creating an entertaining show.

Then there was the competitive aspect as everyone seemingly picked a fighter who could win the entire thing. Slaying monsters after monsters, each batch comparably stronger than the last, and as some would say, uglier.

"Wooooh! Go for it, Byleth! Yeah, yeah, just like that! Show those overgrown maggots what you can do!" Sothis shouted in triumph as her mortal host and friend cleaved his way through hordes of monstrous insects. Their armored carapace meant little to the blue-haired devil. Just like the zombies, werewolves, "lagoon monsters", vampires, and "Franken monsters" before them, they all fell by the way side, in pieces.

Though less boastful, Rhea cheered for him just as much. From the moment they sat down to watch the events, she was rooting for him, knowing that he had amongst the best chances of victory. Thanks to his stoicism, many guessed that Byleth was completely fearless, or that he simply didn't know what fear was. While tempting to say so, she knew the truth. Byleth could feel fear, but he wasn't the type to let that stop him. He was brave, probably one of the bravest people he'd ever met. Byleth was also without a doubt one of the most skilled fighters she'd ever met as well. That was on full display as he cleaved his way to the top of the rankings, monsters and men (dressed as monsters) fell by the wayside.

Her eyes widened as she caught the duel flash of a pair of pistols. Also blasting his way through as Kiran Campbell, Askr's Summoner, and Tiki's lover. Sitting up, she searched for her fellow dragon and friend. She spotted her a few rows away sitting with her mother along with Martha. The vampiric-costumed dragon waved at her, and grinned.

Rhea waved back and grinned as well.

"Any sort of bet going on that I should know about?" Her mother called. Rhea turned to her with a cool smile, making Sothis laugh. "Seems like I need to get you away from Byleth so you can get your full bearings back. Ah, to be in love."

"Mother…were you ever…have you ever…" Rhea spoke. She was one of the thousands of Nabateans that had been born directly from the goddess, and by her and her alone. Sothis had told them that to their faces, and from them had came the rest of their kind. That said, there was never a rule that said the Progenitor God had to remain single for her life.

Sothis leaned back into her seat, a nostalgic look on her face. Her new physical body had allowed her to grasp some formerly lost memories. Not all, but a few more that she cherished. "I had my…adventures, but nothing like what you and Byleth have." Yet again, Rhea's cheeks turned pink at her mother's words. It was only when they were alone did the true nature of their relationship become evident. In spite of their physical appearances, she was still undoubtedly the older and wiser one, which meant it was her duty to giver her daughter the advice she needed. It was her duty to make sure that Rhea could find happiness, she deserved it. Reaching forward, she took her daughter's hand. "Make it happen. Tonight."

"M-M-M-Mother,"

"What I'm saying is, I want grandchildren." The dragon goddess corrected.

"M-Mother!" Now the blush was raging like a wildfire. "Y-Y-You already have grandchildren! Like Flayn!"

"I want more!" Sothis happily fired back as if she were asking for candy.

"M-M-Mother, I-I-I hardly think Askr is t-t-the place to attempt to repopulate our race!" Rhea shouted back, having completely forgotten to mind her voice.

"Ah, fine. You can wait until we get back home to our world for the kids. But at the very least make a move on him! Or you can wait for him to make a move on you. That possibility might not be so bad since when Byleth wants something, he can be pretty direct about it."

"That he can be, and when he comes to care about someone, he cares deeply for them." The younger dragon affirmed. "He still cared for me, even after he learned that I…I attempted to use him as a stepping stone to get to you."

"Somewhere in your own heart, you had doubts about it." The goddess deduced, rather correctly given how her daughter nodded her head. "Rhea, hold out your hands and grasp what's in front of you. Hold on tightly to it."

Rhea's hands slid together, tightening to the point she could just barely feel the strain she was putting on herself. "For a time…I thought that all of that meant nothing without you. In fact, I…honestly didn't think I had anything to truly hold onto."

Gently reaching forward, Sothis laid her left hand atop her daughter's. Instantly, the squeezing stopped. Warmth overwhelmed her. "Maybe you told yourself that, but in your heart, you knew that you had some precious things in the preset to treasure. That protectiveness guided many of your actions. Amongst those things…is him. In walked Byleth." The goddess continued to deduce. Her daughter nodded, knowing better than to refute her mother. In truth, she'd bee desperately longing for her wisdom. "Of course, your vision was split, you saw both him…and me."

"And as I got to know him, I…started to see more of him. I started to see him." The sky dragon clarified with noticeable affection in her voice.

"Yes, you did, and you started to fall for him. That sly devil, seducing my daughter right underneath my nose." Sothis stated with a look of half annoyance and half amusement on her face. Beside her, she saw her daughter give an amused chuckle. "And what of you? Did you feel content to waiting for him to confess to you? Or, my daughter, will you take the-"

"Byleth!"

Blinking in shock, the goddess swiftly turned her head back to the magical projection. The battle between Byleth and Kiran had ended, and the battle between the former and the Gauntlet's final challenge-Diablo-had begun. And was in its final stages.

The battle between the black and the red demons had proved to be fierce, sword meeting claw and wing with blood cascading down from various wounds. Byleth grunted in effort while Diablo let out fierce shrieks of rage as its mortal foe not only refused to go down, but fought back, gradually wounding it over time. In a single exchange, a wing was severed, Diablo's left wing. Snarling in rage, the creature spun around, slashing at Byleth with its right claws. Though he managed to raise his sword in time to block, it wasn't enough to negate all the damage. Blood gushed from his chest and shoulders, yet he remained standing.

Both goddess and demigod recognized the look in his eyes, that determined look that all but proclaimed he wasn't going to go down. Not yet.

Out came his four lollipops, each one pressed into the sword's base giving it a multi-colored glow. In stark contrast, Diablo spread its arms and wing out, encasing itself in a demonic black and red glow. Flying upward, it regrew its severed wing in the form of malefic energy. The night sky itself seemingly shook as the final clash between the two devils approached. All throughout the arena, everyone held their breath, eagerly anticipating how the final clash would end. Naturally, Sothis and Rhea were amongst them.

Mother and daughter locked hands with each other, silently praying for the Ashen Demon's victory. They knew he could do it, they just simply did.

"Rrrrraaawwwwhhh!"

"Haaaaaahhh!"

ZWAASH!

It lasted only for a few seconds, a solid diagonal line that perfectly aligned with the two fighters, who'd passed each other. Byleth continued to fly upward while Diablo crashed into the ground, skidding to a stop and turning to face its opponent. The swordsman in turn turned back to face him as well. Blood dripped from the side of Byleth's face as he stared down at his adversary.

For five seconds, the audience continued to hold its breath.

"…You fight…like a true demon. Be proud of that." Diablo garbled, its, no, his lips, curving into a dark yet proud smile. As soon as he finished speaking, the red and black demon split in two, black and purple-colored miasma exploding from the severed halves.

"He did it!" The two Nabateans shouted in unison. They shot up and hugged each other in triumphant glee. They were quickly followed by countless others, especially their fellow Fódlanites.

Descending to the ground, Byleth breathed out hard, feeling the pain from his injuries nipping at him. In spite of it, he raised his sword up high, letting everyone see the Ashen Demon stand triumphant. It'd been a hard-fought battle, the best kind of battle that he could have asked for. All around him, applauses rung out; it wasn't the sort of thing he was used to. Byleth had never been a glory-seeking warrior, he always saw himself more a challenge-seeker. Being pushed to his limits was the only satisfaction that he felt he could get out of life, it had also been part of his way of asserting that he was alive. That had been the past though.

His present, his future was filled with different ways of confirming his existence-the smiles and laughter of the people he'd come to care about. His comrades, his students, his friends.

And most importantly, the woman that he was pretty sure he'd fallen in love with. What other reason could there have been for him step forward and wrap her up in his arms before she could even speak. Luckily, she hugged him back.

"I always had faith in you." The witch whispered while pulling away to look into his eyes. They were always his, cobalt blue that at first glance seemed blank, but could glow with such life and determination and love.

"Faith, heh, strange thing to have in a demon." Byleth chuckled. His hand went to her cheek, his thumb caressing it as he found himself focusing on her lips as much as her eyes. "Then again, you're the one who turned this demon…into a being with emotions. A being that could express its feelings…including love."

Rhea had a splint second to contemplate his words, and the move she made practically made Byleth's heart explode.

A new round of applauses went up as the demon and the witch shared a kiss there in front of the Order of Heroes. For several, it'd been a long time coming. That especially went for the Goddess of Fódlan, who watched up close with an approving smile. From the moment she saw her daughter and her host dressed in similar garb, knowing that they would be spending the evening together, she knew this outcome was inevitable. The moment came, and it didn't disappoint.

Plus, she had more than enough candy to get her sufficiently fed for the rest of the night. She would be spending it in her own way, just as her Byleth and Rhea would be spending the rest of Halloween on their own, no doubt celebrating the former's victory in their own special way.

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The aurora that hung above the house began to dem, a clear sign that the witch who owned the house was ready to retire for her night. Her and her demon.

Rhea and Byleth waved at the last set of trick-or-treaters, their contributions being perhaps the last of the children's treats for the night. One could say that they'd saved the best for last.

"This has been an incredible night." The black-horned man whispered, sitting beside the hat-wearing witch atop the steps. He'd discarded his jacket and removed his gloves, giving himself a somewhat more casual look. His wounds sustained from the Haunted Gauntlet had also long-since healed.

Curtsy of Rhea. "Yes it has. This night's been…so much better than I ever thought it could be. I attribute it to you, Byleth." She looked to him with a smile. "I feel like I am indebted to you for many things, Byleth; the most important of which is probably…giving me back my ability to live life. Live in the present instead of long for the past."

He regarded her with a passive expression before looking back ahead to the porch in front of them. By all accounts, they'd seen the last trick-or-treaters for the Night. By his count, there was still about an hour of Halloween left. Most people would no doubt be spending that time indoors, enjoying the spoils of the night. "You know, I feel like I'm the one who should be saying that to you, Rhea. If it weren't for you, I'm pretty sure I'd still be wondering from battlefield to battlefield with my father. I'd still be a ghost."

Reaching down, she interlocked her right hand with his left. Without a moment's hesitation, he squeezed her hand back. From that small but meaningful gesture was the sign for Rhea to lean her head against Byleth's shoulder.

"I guess in a sense, we've both been ghosts. A part of me died that day when I came back to Zanado to find that…my family was gone." The dragon whispered with sorrow. Looking ahead, she didn't see the front yard of her house, but instead the blood-stained ruins of her home. That was a scene of horror, more horrific than any haunted forest or castle. As the sorrow of that day began to truly sink its fangs into her, she found herself able to fend them off by turning and looking to Byleth. "Thanks to you, my family has returned…and I can acknowledge the found family that I managed to create over the years."

Byleth's smile was radiant enough it could have illuminated the dark night sky. "Found family…it's thanks to you that I was able to create such a thing. It's thanks to you that I was even able to learn to really appreciate the people around me." As Rhea continued to smile at him, an idea came to his head. Without a word, he moved his hand from hers to around her waist. In a second, he hoisted her up into his arms, an act that Rhea cried out in jubilation at. "Strange, in spite of everything that's happened tonight, I actually still feel pretty full of energy. Hell, I feel like I could run the Haunted Gauntlet again."

"Heheheh, hopefully you won't get it into your mind to do that again." Rhea playfully offered. "I'm sure that there are…better ways for you to spend all that energy."

"Energy that I'm pretty sure that you gave me, Rhea." The blue-eyed swordsman playfully accused. She gave another laugh, confirming his suspicion. Byleth held her in his arms as he moved them back into the house, closing the door behind him with his foot. Rhea raised her fingers and locked it with a snap. "Rhea," he whispered with somewhat rapid breaths. "I…"

"I love you, Byleth." The Witch of creation said plainly and directly. "You're the first man that I've ever fallen so deeply for. I brought you on as a professor and as something of a means to an end, but…you became so much more. You became so much more to me." His face never changed, the light in his eyes never changed. She was aware of how they were moving through the house, up the stairs to the bedroom, her bedroom. Not once did the question of when he would return to his home cross either of their minds. He was home. Home was wherever she was.

Upon entering the bedroom, he dropped her to her feet, staring into the leafy green eyes of the draconic woman.

"Does that mean that you'd…have me?" Byleth questioned, his voice low and his eyes burning with a hunger that could only be satisfied in one way. Rhea's eyes burned with that same hunger.

"I would want no one else but you, Byleth, my demon of salvation." She whispered in a tender voice.

Before the witch's hat could even begin its inevitable downward decent, Byleth and Rhea had eagerly thrown themselves into the kiss. A spark flickered into existence, then instantly became a roaring inferno that swept through both of them. The swordsman's arms tightened around the Nabatean's waist, pressing her against him. Rhea welcomed the tightened embrace as she did the same with his lips, aggressively grinding her tongue against his. Within seconds, she'd forced her way into her lover's mouth. Byleth moaned in approval of her actions, his own tongue softly flickering against hers as she explored his mouth. His eyes fluttered open just as hers did the same, the end result was the two of them gazing into each other's light green orbs. The mutual gaze was held as they briefly broke for air. Oxygen rushed into their lungs, then into each other's mouths as they pressed their lips back together mere seconds later.

While they kissed, the inferno seemed to grow hotter. They gripped each other even tighter as if it would save them from the blaze, yet the pair longed to further embrace it.

By the time they pulled apart for a definitive break for air, their lips were bright red. Heavy pants passed through those same lips, one after another. Neither broke the stare of the other. Truly, they'd became enchanted with each other, just as they'd jokingly insisted. One could say the mutual enchantment led to their next kiss, no less vigorous than the first, perhaps a little more so. This time, Byleth pushed back a little more forcefully, something that Rhea quietly delighted in. She also delighted in how she felt her lover's hands drift from her waist further down to her buttocks. She broke the kiss to let out a lustful moan; it was sweet music to Byleth's ears.

His face lit up even as it remained somewhat passive. It simply added to the devilish charm that he was now turning on. Rhea felt shivers of pure ecstasy roll through her staring at his dark smile, and seeing the lustful fire flickering in his eyes. Her eyes held that same fire, it was a pleasure for her to see it reflected in the eyes of her beloved. She could have sworn that it was his eyes that became silted pupils, like a serpent's before striking, or perhaps a wolf seconds before the pounce.

The former mercenary's strike was two-pronged, his lips on hers, and his hands groping her ass through her robes. Rhea affectionately moaned as she received joyously received the assault. Her entire body shivered against Byleth's, her fingers curling against his cheeks. Just as quickly as the kiss began, it seemingly ended, though the groping of her ass continued. With her mouth free, she let out a luminous laugh that made Byleth's heart flutter.

"Oh, you've been dying to do this all night, haven't you?" She coyly asked.

Chuckling, he moved his hips to the nap of her neck, smelling the sweet, lingering perfume on her. "Give me some credit. This outfit brings out your beauty more so than your Archbishop outfit, especially when you bent over."

"Hmmm, to stare at me as I was doing so in the presence of children." She jokingly reprimanded.

Still laughing, he continued to grope her ass, Byleth moved his lips along the right side of her neck. Every kiss made Rhea shiver in his arms. "It's your fault for being so provocative." He whispered.

"Or, perhaps it's your fault for your lack of self-control, Byleth." Rhea shot back.

Continuing to chuckle, he planted a long kiss against her neck. The witch of course shook in his arms. "Hey, give me some credit. I managed to behave myself for the entire night, even with that enchanting spell that you put on me." Moving his lips upward, he breathed across her ear, her pointed ear that marked her as something not human. Even if she wasn't human, she was still the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen. As she shook from that short breath, he gently bit on it with his teeth. Rhea moaned and shivered in his hands, he could practically feel her legs growing weak beneath her. "I've fought off your spell long enough…and you've fought off mine for long enough, Rhea."

All she could do was whisper his name as he swiftly took her up in his arms. Rhea felt her Crest Stone heart racing, pulsating with strength of the sun. Any second it would burst, the most likely trigger being Byleth's eyes.

Rhea was faintly aware of the two of them moving. She was dropped onto her backside against the bed, her lover looming over her. Her breath caught in her throat as the handsome devil loomed over her, a loving smile on his face. Immediately, she reached up to stroke his cheeks, feeling the warmth of them. In the glow of the night, his green eyes stood out all the more, appearing sharper and more focused-focused solely on her. It was that passionate gaze that set her heart racing. The speed of it increased as he slowly descended on her, their lips meeting in a gentle kiss.

It didn't remain gentle for long.

Even with the confines of her dress, Rhea rose to entrap him with her legs, and not fully succeeding at that, she simply grinded her body against his. Byleth's hands dug into the sheets on either side of her face. She could feel his member poking at her, straining against the confines of his pants. It was screaming for release, quite literally. Likewise, Rhea felt her witching robes had served their purpose, now was the time to begin losing them; she'd already lost the first part in her witch's hat. The iconic piece of clothing had long-since fallen to the floor. With a flick of her hand, she could retrieve it, and odds are she would. For now though, the concern was getting rid of her overall clothing. And that of her beloved's.

As they kissed, the sky dragon's nails subconsciously elongated, digging into the black fabric of her lover's suit. It would hold up to a point, as would dress. The clothes were magical after all, though they would only last up to a certain point; at the rate the two green-haired individuals were going, that point would be reached sooner rather than later.

The feel of her gold and blue-colored dress was nice, but Byleth longed to feel his lover's naked body beneath his fingers. A primal part of him called out to him, demanded that he remove her witch's robes and have his way with her. Just like a demon would have. Byleth moaned into her mouth, repressing that urge. He would undress Rhea, but he would do so in a way that he believed would be pleasurable for both of them. Eve as he felt a surge of raw lust and euphoria pulsing through him, he didn't want this intercourse to be enjoyable solely for him.

Pulling away to catch his breath, he stared down at the pious woman whose existence lit a fire within his. Her parted red lips, air rushing through them, her pink cheeks, her eyes, her hair, the more he looked over her, the more aroused Byleth felt himself becoming. As she whispered his name, he dove back down, reclaiming her mouth. Not one to be idle, Rhea reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck, affectionately moaning into his mouth. Their tongues collided; neither of them were willing to give up. The result was a delicious war of tongues that only ended when they had to break for air. Yet again, they panted and stared at one another.

One could say that the advantage still lay with the Witch of Creation. She could feel her lover's tip poking at her, her pointed ears could practically hear the blood rushing into the warrior's penis. She helped quicken it by raising her leg and erotically grinding it against Byleth's side. Rhea smirked as she watched the flash of sexual gratification color his face. Seizing on her chance, she began a new kiss, this one she was able to take control of. Through fluttering eyes, Byleth stared back at her. He smirked ad allowed her dominion of the kiss. Rhea made sure to enjoy it for all it was worth. While she did that though, her devil-horned lover didn't remain idle.

As much as he wanted to simply lose himself in the kiss. Byleth kept a sliver of focus and awareness. While Rhea moved her hands along his neck and through his hair, he moved his across her back. She didn't notice him searching for the key that would open the doors to sexual paradise for him. A devilish voice in the back of his head chuckled, telling him why was he searching when he could have simply torn the doors down with his bare hands. With a mental chuckle, he acknowledged that wouldn't have been a bad option, it certainly would have been in-character for the "demon" that he was.

He found what he was looking for at the near top of her dress, his fingers closing in on the first button. Following it downward, Byleth counted four of them. He transmitted his unspoken praise through his lips, an act that Rhea received with great joy. She was so caught up in the kiss, she didn't notice him daftly undoing the first button. It took him undoing two for him to be able to touch her naked backside. Even that wasn't enough to get her to notice, she was simply that caught up in the kiss.

While his physical body kissed her, the spiritual self of the Ashen Demon looked down and grinned. His prey was truly caught in his tender hands, yet she thought it was the other way around.

The rest of the buttons were undone and he could now move his hands across Rhea's backside. By now, she'd taken notice, realizing that was happening. It was too late by then as it dawned on her who was truly in control of this moment.

"B-Byleth," The Witch of Creation whispered. It was hard to speak coherently as he was so teasingly moving his hands across her back, underneath her dress. His every gentle stroke sent ripples of ecstasy across her body. "B-B-Byleth, p-p-please, d-d-dear, d-d-don't tease me."

"Why? It's so much fun this way. Seeing you twist and moan beneath me." He coolly shot back. His blue eyes cackled with dark, sexually amusement. Rhea didn't even try to deny how riled up his voice got her. At least she could feel his arousal. Byleth was well aware of how his cock was screaming for release from his pants.

Biting her lip, she framed his face using her hands. "I…command you…to…turnabout. Lie back." She was well aware of how her command didn't quite sound so…commanding. Her demon smirked at her, very much aware of that fact as well. If he chose to disobey her, well, Rhea wouldn't exactly mind it too much. Luckily for her, he let out an amused sigh. Rhea couldn't help but giggle at seeing it; she'd seen it so many times over the night she felt like she should have been keeping score. Giggling in feminine delight, she leaned up and kissed him. Byleth tenderly took command of the kiss, gently pushing her tongue back into her mouth and exploring the inside of her mouth. As she pulled away, she whispered, "Your witch shall give you a show to die for."

Their bodies so close, she could feel the twitch of his cock, even with his pants on. Rhea knew she was going to have to do something about that, just as he was planning on doing something about her own clothing. Her demon had subtly begun the process of undressing her. A provocative treat that she would have been all too happy to delight in, but she wanted to treat her beloved to a little euphoria first.

She felt the turn of their bodies. Rhea broke from the kiss and sat up, panting in heavy ecstasy just like the man beneath her. For the hundredth time tonight, she found herself enthralled by the handsome devil that was Byleth Eisner. Though he was now on the bottom his cool smirk remained. It matched so well with his devilish horns. Oh, the more she looked at him, the more she felt drawn back to his lips. The desire won out as in the end , Rhea bent down, connecting their lips together. Rhea gasped into the kiss feeling her demon's hands grab onto her buttocks. As he did so, she responded by rocking her hips against his. It was Byleth who groaned, white-hot euphoria surging through him like lava.

His blue eyes stared into hers.

Sucking in a breath, he rose. Rhea's hands snaked up his chest, her fingers gliding across the black fabric of his suit.

"You've wanted this all night, haven't you?" He declared with utmost certainty. All the witch did was nod and begin undoing the buttons of his suit. Byleth let an amicable smile color his face; looking at it made Rhea smile and blush all the harder. She had an idea of what she'd find when she rid him of his dark suit. He passed the time with heavy pants, patiently waiting for the moment when his chest would be laid bare to his beloved witch.

The moment came, and it unfolded exactly as Rhea thought it would. Her eyes widened at the well-defined yet scar-laden chest and abs of the Ashen Demon. The witch's hands trailed across his body, as they did so, Byleth made his move. His arms encircled Rhea's waist. Surprise marred her face seconds before she felt her lips against Byleth's. Within seconds, she'd accepted the kiss. Her hands curled against his now naked chest. Byleth shuddered in delight at the close feel of their bodies, especially now that he'd lost some of his clothes. Now all he had to do was equalize things.

Ever so gently, Rhea pushed away from him. They were back to the same position, panting and red-faced and red-lipped. The millennia-old dragon leered at him, silently communicating to him through her eyes. Byleth shut his eyes and accepted her "command".

Smiling, she ran her right finger up his chest to his chin. "Enjoy the show, my beloved demon."

One could have said that her undressing herself negated all the time that he'd spent trying to undress her. Frankly, Byleth didn't see it that way. He was thoroughly enjoying this little game that they had going on. Rhea certain had enjoyed his teasing, though now she was going to hit back in her ow way.

In silent awe, he watched the witch sway her hips as she took several steps away from him. Sitting at the edge of the bed, he had one hell of a view, a view to die for. Byleth felt his heartbeat increasing, frantically beating in erotic excitement and awe at what he was seeing. The blue, gold, and white-colored witch's dress fell from her body. Never in the entirety of the night had he felt his member so fiercely strain against his pants. Hell, Byleth could feel some primal part of himself, perhaps draconic, rise and roar in triumph and lost at almost entirely naked beauty that now stood before him.

His eyes gawked at the twin watermelon-sized mounds that were Rhea's breasts, the dream of countless men and women and the envy of countless women. Including a certain axe-wielding emperor. Said emperor would have been absolutely tearing her hair out in irritation at the scene unfold. As glorious as the breasts were, they weren't the only thing that Byleth's eyes were drawn to. The same hips that he'd seen swaying in front of him were on full display. His hands subconsciously gripped the bed sheets beneath them, it was all he could do to keep from jumping off of the bed, running to Rhea, and wrapping his arms around those sweet hips. They'd also likely find their way to the lapis blue undies that covered her most feminine center. Byleth's well-trained eyes were able to detect the small but growing stain in the center of them. His eyes continued to travel down the literal divine legs that had been grinding against him for the last several minutes.

Finally, there were the heels.

Byleth didn't know what it was…but the heels were a turn-on for him. They were a perfectly fitting stark-white.

Rhea was already captivating enough, but she had to go the extra mile and magically recall her hat. The pointy-topped piece of headwear left a trail of orange sparkles as it was magically recalled to Rhea's hand. In one swift move, she placed it atop her head; from the hood of it, she winked at him.

Byleth could hear and feel the tear in the sheets beneath them. He had to bite his lip to keep the arousal contained as the Witch of Creation walked toward him. Her heels made a soft clack against the floor as she did so. It felt like she was walking several yards instead of just a few feet.

The shadow of her hat loomed over the former mercenary as she descended upon his lips. Finally, his hands moved from the sheets to her body. He was so glad that he'd removed his gloves earlier, now more than ever. Byleth threw himself into the kiss with such vigor that it actually became a little hard for Rhea to keep the hat atop her head. Regardless, it was clear she was enjoying this, just as much as Byleth was. She gave just as much as he did, their hands and lips unable to remain idle amongst the sexual inferno that they'd conjured.

Though she could feel it consuming her at such a fast pace, Rhea managed to keep some shred of rationality amidst the blaze. She relished how Byleth attempted to continue the kiss when she pulled away from him. He tightened his hold on her, their lips colliding seconds later. The amorous desire within him could be felt all throughout his body, it resonated with her own. Still, Rhea pushed him away once she felt that they'd kissed for long enough. With a single finger, she pushed him back down, all the way onto his backside.

"Lie still." She commanded with a playful smirk. Bringing that same finger up to her lips, she winked at him. "And enjoy the spell that I'm about to cast on you, Byleth."

His smile was sincere, something that she enjoyed seeing again.

Tossing aside her hat, she planted sweet kisses on his cheek, then his neck. Each one had goosebumps growing across his body. Rhea could sense his desire to move, a desire he couldn't completely fight off as his hands drifted down toward her leafy-green strands. She welcomed the feel of his hands moving through her hair, just as he welcomed the sweet feel of her lips and fingers against his body. Her name fell from his lips alongside heated pants that let the Archbishop feeling excited and proud. With some of his scars, she showed utmost loving care, gently kissing them and stroking them with her tongue. Byleth's back arched a little off the bed, his mouth frozen open for a few seconds.

As she kissed him, his mind violently swirled with visions of the future: her lips on his, her lips around his cock, his cock burying itself into her mouth, her delicious tongue caressing it, his cock entering her pussy, her warm and tight walls constricting around it until he filled her with his semen. There was no stopping them as each vivid prediction was bolstered by the witch's tender lips and tongues, giving his mind plenty to work with.

"Rhea…ahhh, Rhea." The blue-haired devil called. A brief reprieve came when she removed her lips from his body, albeit he felt an immediate sense of longing then. Luckily, her hands were still pressed against his exposed abs.

The Witch of Creation took a second to admire the erotic state that her demon had been left in. It was undoubtedly a far-cry from the composed and flirtatious man that had bee seducing her earlier. Now she was the one doing the seducing; just like before, they were both loving it.

Rhea finally removed her hands from her lover's sides. They moved further down to his shoes. Undoing them and removing his sockets. Moving back up, she loomed over his waist. Rhea's heavy breathing filled the room as she ran her hands along the black belt, mere seconds later and she was working to undo it. Once undo, she did the same to the buttons of his pants. Throughout the entire process, the tent in his pants never lost its shape. It made things a humorously complicated when she tried to remove them. Her soft giggles made Byleth look away in blushing embarrassment. Regardless, the deed was eventually done. Rhea's mouth fell open in lustful glutton at the eight-inch cock that ow stood before her.

Sitting upright, Byleth bit back the embarrassment and focused on the gorgeous witch between his legs. "Impressed with your demon's blade?"

A smidgen of his confidence had been reclaimed. Hearing it sent a shiver of excitement pumping through Rhea. It translated into her gripping her lover's cock between her hands. To his credit, he kept some of his composure. Some of it. "Very." She joyously answered. Her tongue reached forward and ran up the length of his cock. Byleth shut his eyes as a pleasure-filled groan burst from his lips. It quickly multiplied as Rhea kissed and pumped the masculine member.

"Rheeeeaaa…" Byleth growled. He looked down and saw her flirtatious smirk. "Aaaaahhh…" It felt like his body was the stage of a miniature, personalized earthquake, and his cock was the epicenter. From it, shockwaves spread to the rest of his body. How long he could hold together was a genuine question worth pondering. "R-R-Rhea…m-more…more…" He growled.

His words were exactly what the pointy-eared woman wanted to hear. For giving her exactly what she wanted, she gave his cock a long lick from the bottom to his tip. The Sky Dragon let him writhe in sexual bliss before she chose to magnify that bliss by taking his tip into her mouth. Rhea moved her hands from the base of his cock down to his balls.

The sudden move was too much for the Ashen Demon. "R-Rhea!" He felt the releases of the sudden loss of control, his masculine essence shooting several quick ropes of cum into the witch's mouth. She affectionately moaned in acceptance of them, swallowing them as surely as they were a fine beverage. Of course, to Rhea, they were. Byleth gritted his teeth as he tried to reassort control over himself. Unfortunately for him, that was tough to do as Rhea's mouth and fingers were still at work. It was pleasurable work for sure, drawing out several more ropes of cum out of him. "Aaaaahhh!"

It honestly felt good to lose control, even as he fought to regain it. He was completely helpless before his witch lover's erotic advances. Feeling sweat collecting on his brow, he rocked his hips forward. With each thrust came a sense of liberation and joy that Byleth nearly utterly lost himself in.

Hours seemed to pass before the lovemaking reached a brief break. Rhea pulled away, swallowing the latest load of her lover's cum. She let out an erotic moan as she did so. Upon looking down at her, Byleth saw the still-present hunger in her eyes. Of course, that little outburst wasn't going to be enough to satisfy her. Grinning, he showed that likewise he wasn't satisfied with the masterful blowjob that she'd given him. They stilled wanted more.

Gripping her breasts, Rhea licked her lips. Byleth's cheeks burned red as he immediately knew what was coming next; his cock twitched in happy excitement, even shooting up a small spurt of cum straight into the air. Rhea laughed in amusement as she spaced her breasts out, just enough that his cock could fit between the two womanly mountains.

"Ooooohhhhh!" Cried the blue-eyed warrior, his back arching off the bed. His arching had the unintended side effect of pushing his cock upward, generating the first sparks of erotic friction. Rhea moaned alongside him, feeling those sparks cascade across the pleasure centers of her body.

"Darling!" The Witch of Creation shouted in joy. She'd wanted to begin immediately, but the feel of Byleth's member between her breasts was more pleasurable than she'd imagined. For a few precious seconds, she simply basked in the joy of the moment. Then she got back on track and began to pump him using her breasts. "You and you alone shall receive this honor, Byleth. I do hope you enjoy it."

"I…sure…as…hell am!" Speaking one word seemed to take all the breath out of him, or rather, what remained of his breath. Most of his breathable air was being used to groan and occasionally scream in ecstasy. "R-Rheaaaaa! Ooooohhhh! Y-Yes! More! More, Rhea!" It felt like two mountain-sized waves of ecstasy were crashing into him from either side. The demonic man was utterly consumed by the twin waves, becoming lost in the deep seas of ecstasy. The waves crashed into him again and again, making Byleth feel like his eyes were on the verge of rolling back into his skull. "Oooooooohhhh!"

Yes, that's right, my demon! Scream out! Scream to your heart's content! The Nabatean mentally cheered. His screams and the way his body shook filled Rhea with feminine pride and glee. In the back of her mind, she took notes on this, creating a guide to go by for the next time she and Byleth made love. And the time after that, and so forth. It was clear that he enjoyed this "titfucks"; honestly, who wouldn't? Her breasts covered a majority of the swordsman's member, though his tip stuck out. Rhea's green eyes stared at it as it popped up and down. Lustful hunger seized her, and moved her lips forward.

"Aaaaahh!"

All the ecstasy that had came before felt so small in comparison to the tantalizing feel of Rhea's tongue on his tip. It was quite literally the cherry on top of an already delicious cake of pure erotic bliss. Byleth felt his body surging with that bliss, practically on the cusp of combusting from the inside out. Rhea's tongue fed that building combustion, her tongue continuously flicking against his tip while her breasts grinding against his base. He didn't want to cum just yet, not again, but his self-control could only stretch so far. Rhea knew that, and was hellbent on stretching it until it broke-it was inevitable. Her emerald eyes cackled with lustful joy when he peered into them. While still pumping him, she smirked, then proceeded to take the whole of his tip into her mouth. Byleth shut his eyes and screamed, burying his head into the bed sheets.

"Rheeeeaaaaa!" The demon howled, veins appearing along his neck and throughout his throbbing cock. His back hit the bed again, the pillows shook as did the entire bed as he twisted his head from side to side, fighting off the orgasm building within him.

His lover saw that and decided to sap the last fight out of him. The speed of her breasts increased and she tightened her oral hold on his tip. Byleth's member was practically wrapped up in a prison of ecstasy and tender flesh that fed the explosive fire within him. Mentally grinning, Rhea coordinated her next move, spacing her breasts apart and lifting her head up enough that Byleth's saliva-covered tip hovered at the entrance to her mouth. It was a momentary respite that the demon used to catch his breath. Looking down, he saw what was about to come next and braced himself. Rhea thought it was cute; he could brace himself as much as he'd like, but it wouldn't do him much good.

"AAAHHH!"

The erotic, joy-filled scream resounded across the room. It completely drowned out the slight tearing of the bed sheets, a byproduct of the twenty-one-year-old experiencing another orgasm. This one easily, easily put the previous one to shame. His restraint utterly evaporated, no, it was smashed apart curtsy of Rhea's breasts and mouth, coming upon his member simultaneously. Byleth definitely felt his eyes roll into the back of his head, even as he slammed them shut and held them that way for the first ten seconds of his orgasm. He could feel his cock pumping rope after rope of his essence into the gorgeous, seductive witch between his legs. Summoning some lingering strength, he lifted his head and gazed down at said witch.

After a few sweet gulps, Rhea had removed her head from his tip, yet she wasn't' finished. Mouth open, she caught the masculine seed that spurted from his penis, which was still smothered in the creamy warmth of her breasts. Byleth only had a few seconds to bask in the deeply erotic sight before the same surge of erotic euphoria crashed through his system. Another scream was ripped form his lips, his back arching. More of his cum was forced out; it shot straight up for a few seconds before gravity brought it back down-right onto Rhea's face and her breasts.

Byleth was lucky, and glad. He managed to look back down and see clear enough that he could soak in the erotic sight, one that he'd never forget.

His cum continued to shoot out for several more seconds before his orgasm drew to a close. The sticky white fruits of it lay splattered across the Witch of Creation's face and breasts. It was an utterly delicious and arousing sight that made the demon's cock remain hard and rigid. Rhea was well aware of that. Licking up the cum around her face, she smirked at him. A heartbeat later and Byleth's head was thrown backward, another ecstasy-laced shout flying from his lips.

Ever so gently, Rhea continued to massage his cock while licking up his tip. It was a contradictory move; at this rate, he'd cum again well before the witch had finished cleaning his cock. And that wasn't even account for herself, her face and breasts covered in the demon's essence. Looking at that, Byleth felt a ping of possessive, lustful pride.

That pride manifested in the lusty grin covered his face. Rhea was happy to see it.

Giggling, she removed her breasts from his cock, a move that he was both grateful and saddened by. Already, he was missing the absence of her tits around his member. Still, he needed the little break to catch his breath. Rhea used the short interlude to clean herself, and make a show of it, knowing that she had an audience. Byleth sat up on his hands, watching her lavishly lick up his cum. He'd heard that this was one hell of a show, one that all men should have strived to witness at least once in their lives. Though he'd never been into that sort of thing, Byleth checked it off the list of "things to experience before you die". He was glad that he did, and he was glad that he'd done it with Rhea. He was even happier that they'd ben doing this again in the future; plenty more times to be precise.

Byleth's gaze upon her actually put Rhea at ease, it even encouraged her. His cum tasted so good, and she liked how he affectionately watched her lick it up.

"So…in comparison to all the candy and treats you've had tonight, how good am I?" He asked with a little smile.

"If I could, I've feast on your essence for the rest of the night, my dearest." Her answer was teeming with loving affection. The warrior's cheeks blushed red as he soaked in that affection. Even if he knew what the answer was going to be, he was still happy to hear it. When the time came for their positions to be reversed, the words would be exchanged again.

He quietly and happily watched the show of his green-haired lover cleaning herself, licking up his cum from her body. His favorite part was undoubtedly the cleaning of her breasts. Rhea intentionally dragged that segment out, massaging and kissing her own tits solely for his enjoyment. Said enjoyment manifested in the twitching of his member. It didn't go unnoticed as Rhea's green eyes occasionally shifted toward it, they filled with amorous hunger. Beneath her blue endies, that hunger manifested in the growing stain on her panties. Throughout the entire titty fuck, Rhea had felt her own arousal growing. It was just a countdown to when that arousal could be sated.

That time eventually came.

Standing up on her high heels, the Witch of Creation loomed over the Ashen Demon. The latter was amused and aroused, just as the witch herself was. She was well aware of what was about to happen next, it's why she cried out in joy as Byleth reached up and grabbed her arms. The long-haired woman happily fell into her naked lover, embracing him from the lips on down. Rhea moaned into his mouth as she felt his still hard member pressing against her loins. Erotic fire seized her stronger than before as they kissed and grinded their bodies against each other. Byleth's hand moved from her back to her ass, the naked flesh free for him to grope, and grope her buttocks he did.

"A-Ahhhh…B-B-Byleth….ooohhh. B-Byleth, d-d-darling…aaaahhh…" He knew right where to touch her, especially now that there was nothing obstructing him. Likewise, Rhea could finally feel his own naked body pressing against hers. "P-P-Please," she whispered.

"Oh, you want me inside of you already?" Pulling away, he watcher her nod her head, cheeks continuing to turn redder by the second. "Ah, but that wouldn't exactly be fair, would it?" His smile grew more seductive as he snaked his left hand down, his fingers diving beneath her panties. He moaned in delight and she in bliss as his fingers found her wet center. "I've been a good demon, so shouldn't I be rewarded with a taste of my conjurer's love nectar?" She panted at him, not exactly a clear answer. It didn't matter as Byleth's eyes were flashing with lustful hunger. He was a demon that had subtly broken free of his conjurer's control; it was high time for him to act. "Just lie back and enjoy what your demon is going to give you, Rhea."

His whisper hung in her pointy ears. The draconic witch's mouth flew up as she felt her lover's fingers push into her womanly folds, already wet with arousal. Air was expelled then sucked in as those fingers began to jab forward and back, working like a piston. It was only the prelude, but it felt so incredible; Rhea was left thoroughly wanting more. Looping her arms around him, she began to buck her heads against his hand. She didn't care if she came and ruined her underwear, all she wanted was the sweet ecstasy of release that only Byleth could give her. Their eyes met and a kiss quickly ensued.

Byleth would have liked for the kiss to last a little longer, but he had plans. The blue-eyed warrior tore his lips away from her; as compensation, he rammed his fingers deep into the witch's pussy. Rhea threw her head back and let out a loud moan. As it rung in Byleth's ears, he felt his heart quicken with glee. Two more thrusts came in quick succession, prolonging the moan. Smirking, he turned the two of them over so that he loomed above her.

"P-P-Please, my love." The Nabatean pleaded, looking up to him with tear eyes.

"As you command, my darling witch." His fingers moved from underneath her panties to the top of them. Just before pushing them down, he gave her one more kiss, a sweet and tender kiss that the both of them enjoyed. When it ended, Byleth kissed her again, this time on the cheek. More chaste kisses followed while he gingerly moved his hands along her waist. Rhea groaned and shuddered beneath every touch, no matter how miniscule. Smiling against her skin, he whispered, "You feel so warm and tight, as always."

Sweet kisses were trailed down her body, the best coming when he reached her breasts. The Ashen Demon took his time with them, alternating between the two. Rhea loved the attention her mounds were receiving, which made her all the sadder when he finally left them. She was compensated with a set of kisses to her stomach, each one felt like ripples of sunlight against her body.

Byleth moved his left hand to her right side and moved his right hand to her left side, his fingers holding the rim of her undies with his fingers. Looking up at Rhea, he smirked, then gave her belly button one quick kiss, then pulled her undies downward. Though her mind was tearing at the sims, she was able to raise her legs up enough for Byleth to fully remove them. She was now as naked as her horned lover. He always, he admired the light tuff of emerald green hair that sat above her entrance. Pre-cum leaked from her womanly silt, just waiting for Byleth to turn that small stream into a roaring fiver. He wasted little time in doing so.

"Ooooohhhhh! B-B-Byleth!" Her back arched and her legs pressed around the swordsman's head. His finger lick sent liquid fire coursing through her, the next several turned that fire into burning hot lava. Lustful heat built up within her, scorching all of her pleasure centers. "Yes, my love! Oooohhh, yessss!" His tongue moved like hers, flickering around her inner wall, slathering it with his saliva, laying claim to it yet again. As he did so, she had to grip something-the bedsheets would do for a time, but she knew eventually her hands would find their way down to Byleth's head.

Rhea lifted her head and looked down, seeing the black horns sticking out of his blue hair. It was such an erotic sight that she'd secretly been longing for. Her mother had known that and teased her about it, as had Tiki. Really, everyone with a pair of eyes and working brain could tell what she wanted. Inevitably, she got it, and it was so much better than she could have ever imagined.

Inserting one finger had Rhea arching her back off the ground, making that one into two made her keep it arched. Her mouth froze open in an erotic scream that resounded through the room. The candles seemingly dimmed as if they were unable to stay up to the witch's lustful shriek. Byleth fed those shrieks with his continued finger thrusting and licking.

"Aaaaahhh! Aaaaahhh!"

"Mmmmmmhh! Mmmmmmm!"

As the witch was enjoying the moment, so too was Byleth. Rhea's vaginal walls were always so delicious to lick and pride. Within seconds they would tighten in on him, and only continue to tighten as he had his way with her womanhood. It was his to do with as he desired, a fact that he relished. His left hand sat atop her right thigh, feeling it bounce beneath him. He felt her legs quivering on either side of his face. Each second he burrowed deeper into her pussy, Rhea's legs tightened around his head. It was a familiar pressure that he was used to, and enjoyed feeling. Her sweet, thick thighs wrapped around his head, such a lustful scene that he loved creating in reality, he loved it and so did she.

"B-Byleth! Oh, Bylethhhhh!" The Witch of Creation cried. Her hands finally broke from the bed sheets and darted down to his head, which proved to be a much firmer anchor. "Yesss…oh yesssss! More, deeper, deeper, Byleth! Ooooohhh!" She got her wish. Seconds after making her plea, her lover pushed as deep as he could go, hitting his tongue against her core. His fingers came afterward. Together, they formed a powerful organic piston that worked her to the edge of insanity. Rhea couldn't keep her head still, thrashing it from side to side as ecstasy built up within her.

"Mmmmmhhhhh!" Moaned the Ashen Demon as best he could. He could feel the pressure himself, feeling it amassing within the woman he loved. It was going to burst, it only needed one more push to give. Byleth reared his fingers back while keeping his tongue present. The feel of her inner walls and her core was just…too good for words. That same definition went for her love nectar, amassing within her. He pulled his tongue back after several more licks, then, together with his fingers, thrusting forward straight into her core.

The demon hit the mark as he always did, dead center.

"OOOOHHH!"

Creamy white love nectar gushed from Rhea's pussy straight into Byleth's mouth and face. His fingers and hand were doused with her essence. Stilling buried in her snatch, he gulped down gallons of the resulting flood; his taste buds howled in sweet satisfaction. Sweet joy raced through him as the feminine juices doused his face.

Rhea felt her back finally hit the mattress. It felt like she'd been suspended for hours. Had it been that long? The answer was meaningless as time was still a vacant concept to her at the moment. Panting, she slowly loosened her grip on her lover's head. At some point, she felt his right-hand fall atop her left thigh. Smiling, she closed her eyes and let Byleth finish the job on her pussy. She felt his tongue gliding across her pussy, her love nectar vanishing into his mouth. It would occasionally find its way back into her pussy, jabbing at it, making her pants turn into throaty moans.

While he licked her up, he moved his hands across her thighs, his hands fine feathers. Rhea felt like she could drift off to sleep right there, the realm of dreams was calling to her, yet she doubted it held wonders as good as the conscious world. She'd much rather had Byleth in the real world than a dreamt-up imitation. Nothing could beat looking into his true-blue eyes.

Well, nothing except looking into them as they shared a kiss. Her hands immediately went to his face, framing it as the kiss intensified. Byleth in turn looped his arms around her waist, holding her close against him. Their air breaks were brief and marred in lustful pants that tickled each other's faces.

The kisses seemingly dragged on for eternity; regardless, they had an end. However, that end was still merely a prelude.

"Lie back, my love." The witch wished to him, her eyes gleaming like polished emerald.

Smirking, he nodded. "As you command, my lady." She chuckled at the playful nickname. He sat back against the bed, his head in the pillows and the love of his life looming above him. She snapped her fingers, magically calling back her witch's hat. Byleth couldn't help but chuckle, he knew the thing would be coming back again. Admittedly, he did think it looked so good on her-sitting above him bare naked and ready to descend upon his cock.

She hovered over it, delighting in how he tired and failed to suppress his eagerness. Reaching forward, she bopped him on the nose. "Here comes the final spell, Byleth."

His cock twitched in excitement. "Cast away, Rhea."

With a grin fit for a devil, the witch dropped herself upon her lover's cock, sighing in sweet gratification as she felt his length fill her to the brim. Byleth sighed as well, enjoying the immediate pressure of her vaginal walls against his cock. Both of them basked in the immediate aftermath of their joining. The demon's hands reached up, finding his lover's hips and holding them; his fingers began to gently massage her sides causing her whole body to shudder.

Using that grip, Byleth reached up, his head falling underneath the hood of her hat. Rhea saw him coming and leaned forward, meeting him in the ensuing kiss. Her walls squeezed his member, which throbbed in her vaginal embrace. One kiss was all it took to get them so excited-the excitement only built up as the kiss grew hotter. Within the next minute, the couple were rocking their bodies together, the demon thrusting upward and the witch bouncing atop his member.

Keeping their lips joined together, their moans of bliss were muffled. Instead, it was their bodies that provided the noise, flesh lewdly slapping against flesh as the bed beneath them was rocked. The couple paid no mind to it, the bed could break for all they cared.

Following another brief break in their series of kisses, Rhea pushed her beloved back against the mattress. Byleth quickly accepted the position as he had one hell of a view of his lover's bouncing mounds. His blue eyes were glued to them, watching them sway underneath the force of their vigorous lovemaking. Rhea looked down at him, well aware of his staring. Grinning, she used her left hand to twist and knead her own breast.

"Aaaaahhh!"

"Hhhhaaaah!"

His hand moved quick as a viper. As the witch had suspected, he was unable to keep his hands off her tits. Byleth hadn't had the chance to sufficiently toy with them as he would have liked before, so he was going to make up for it now. Leaning her head back, she howled in ecstasy as both of her breasts were gripped by the black-horned demon. Her hands fell atop of his, helping him to knead and grope them. Byleth growled in evident approval at her assistance, all the while, his hips never stopped moving, his never ceasing in its ravaging of her pussy.

"Ooooohhhh!"

"Aaaaaayyyyhhh!"

With how much she was arching her back, it was becoming hard for Rhea's hat to stay atop her head. Still, it held, perhaps by some of her magic. Regardless, Byleth was actually happy that it was managing to stay on. It really added to Rhea's already beautiful vintage. His witch was utterly lavishing in the love that he was giving her, and he was doing the same with her love. No longer did he breasts bounce so freely, but in the palm of his hands.

Her walls couldn't stop clenching at his member, tightening their hold on his cock. Not that it stopped his member from moving in and out of her at breakneck speed. Both of them could feel the lustful friction turning into white-hot fire that scorched them to the bone. The fire grew with every bodily thrust.

"B-Byleth! Ooooohhhh! Harder! Harder!"

"Since you asked for it, take it, Rhea!"

"AAAAAAYYYHHH!"

The tightest squeeze came, but it wasn't enough, not yet. Gripping her breasts, he delivered another empowered thrust. Rhea's head flew back, her head just barely staying attached to her head. He was addicted to the feeling of her walls squeezing his member, and feeling it hit her core again and again. Suddenly, his hands broke from her breasts, going back to encircling her body. Before she could fully comprehend the loss of them, the Nabatean's lips were assailed by her demonic lover's. She quickly melted into the kiss.

"MMMMMHHH!"

Sweat glistened across the pair's bodies, glowing in the light of the moonlight and the candles. With a little pop, they separated, gazing into one another's eyes as their bodies signaled to them.

"R-RRHEA, I'M GOING TO-"

"AS AM I, MY LOVE! DO IT! GIVE IT ALL TO ME! BLESS ME WITH YOUR ESSENCE!"

"THEN HAVE IT, RHEA, HAVE IT ALL!"

He felt her body move away from his, sudden cool air assailing both sides of his throbbing cock save for the tip. It remained lodged in the witch's snatch, just barely though. Amazingly, Rhea pulled back just as Byleth did. They spent a second simply smiling at each other, then they moved un perfect unison.

"RHEA!"

"BYLETH!"

Once more, the demon's cock was fully sheathed in his lover's pussy, just as it erupted again. Rhea's own juices expunged her creamy white nectar seconds after his member began to shoot thick ropes of cum into her. Their essences once separate, now mixed together within the witch's womb. It was a perfect scenario for her to live up to her title, Witch of Creation. The thought filled Rhea with genuine excitement and happiness. No surprise since if she were to ever become pregnant, she'd have the father be no other man than Byleth.

She loved him from the bottom of her heart, and he loved her. That love was shown as they stared at each other. Their screams had ceased leaving them panting as if they were out of breath. Not necessarily enough that they couldn't share a deep kiss. It was how they rode out the rest of their shared orgasm.

Holding onto her, Byleth took Rhea down with him, the fall to the bed not enough to get them to break their kiss. They merely continued it, the kiss in some ways feeding into their shared orgasm. They held each other as their mutual release continued. Neither of them cared how the sheets beneath their waists became stained with cum from their lovemaking. It was inevitable from the moment they began.

What felt like hours later and they paused, lying naked yet still entangled in each other's arms. Byleth removed his cock from Rhea's snatch, leaked from both of their organs. His member was still hard, something that Rhea saw and giggled at. It was a good thing that they both had a good deal more stamina than the average person. They'd discovered that in some mundane and…interesting ways.

Lying side by side, they giggled at each other's still flushed faces.

"I see that my spell worked." Rhea affectionately mused.

"Yes, it did, it worked alright." Byleth confessed. Gazing at his warm smile made her feel an instant recharge, as well as immense joy. He had a wonderful afterglow. "The thing is, Rhea, your spell might have worked a little too."

"H-Huh?" She blinked.

In a heartbeat, his smile went from warm and kind to dark. In that same span of time, Byleth made his move.

"W-W-Wha-What? B-Byleth! W-What is this?!" Cried the green-eyed and green-haired woman. Her reflection in the window briefly stared back at her. It wasn't her reflection that she focused on though, it was Byleth's. He loomed behind her, his hands on her hips and his face curved into a devilish grin. Rhea couldn't say it, but she still found it highly attractive. It was the reason why she had to turn around and look at him with her own eyes.

His smile held, and by her mother, was it so…arousing.

"This…is the end result of conjuring a demon. You should know that we're incredibly fickle and malicious beings, sometimes fighting to break free of those who control us." As he spoke, he slowly and intentionally grinded his erect cock against her pussy. Rhea openly shivered, her body having already accepted what was about to happen next, it was practically begging for it.

"W-W-W-What…m-makes y-you think that I have lost control?" Her bravado wouldn't last long and she knew that, so did Byleth. "I-I-I…I command you to-!"

"You're in no position to be giving me commands, Rhea." The demon purred with dark glee dancing in his eyes. "You've had your fun, but it's time for me to have mine!" He'd already been thrusting into her pussy, but upon finishing his declaration, he put a little more force into it, causing the emerald-haired woman to howl even louder. He loved how unfiltered her moans of ecstasy were, a clear sign that she was enjoying this. Grinning, he reared his hand back and slapped her right buttock.

"Aaaahhh!"

"Such a naughty witch." Byleth growled. "Enjoying being turned on and fucked by your own demon." Several more slaps following, along with several more thrusts that had Rhea pushing against the glass of the window.

Every word her love had spoken was absolutely true, and how he spoke them was a genuine surprise to her. Rhea had to admit, she was not expecting Byleth to turn the tables on her. Perhaps all that talk about him being a charming and handsome devil had given birth to this lewd idea. She was ultimately beyond happy that he'd decided to go with it.

"Y-Yes…yes!" She shouted.

SMACK!

"Yes, what?" He lover asked, his voice dripping with that same demonic lust.

"Yes! Yes! I'M A NAUGHTY, HORNY WITCH!"

"WHOSE WITCH, RHEA!"

SMACK!

"YOURS, BYLETH! YOURS AND YOURS ALONE!"

Satisfied with that answer, his heart burning with lustful glee, Byleth completely removed his cock from Rhea's pussy. Before she could mourn and question the loss of his member, he reinserted it, though into an entirely different hole.

"OOOOOHHHH!"

"YOU SAID YOU WERE MINE, RHEA!"

"AND I AM, MY LOVE! EVERY PART OF ME! MY VERY SOUL!"

Were there still a shred of lucidity left in her mind, she would have begged for him to fuck her on the bed, away from the window where someone could see her in such a compromising position. Surprisingly, Rhea realized she not only didn't care, but the thought actually excited her a little. She braced against the window, straining it to its limits, as her ass was taken by her Byleth's eight-inch cock. It felt so…so…incredible.

"HARDER, BYLETH! HARDER! FASTER!"

"GAAAAAAHHHH!

"MMMMOOOREEEE! MORE, BYLETH!"

Cracks were forming along the glass. It could only stand up to so much from their intense fucking. Byleth had a feeling that Rhea would be able to fix it with her magic, but that would come afterward, after he'd shot his seed in her ass, just as he had in her pussy. He wanted her, every part of her. His gaze moved across her naked backside and her bouncing ass. Byleth's ears constantly buzzed with the lewd slapping of his cock against her ass, and the echoing screams of the Witch of Creation. She was his, every part of her.

"BYLETH, I'M GOING-"

"RRRAAAAAHHH!"

"OOOOOHHHHH!"

CRAAACK!

Though cracks spread across the window, it magically held. A distorted reflection of the pair chronicled their resulting orgasm. Thick ropes of masculine cum shot straight into the pious woman's asshole. Streams of cum leaked from her asshole, her legs shook as the full weight of the orgasm slammed into her. A haze had formed along the cracked glass curtsy of Rhea's heavy breathing.

She had all of fifteen seconds to catch her breath and recover before Byleth moved onto the next round.

Suddenly, she felt the loss of his cock from her asshole, feeling loads of cum freely stream down. She was spun around, facing him, looking into his cobalt blue eyes. Without a word, she wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed their lips together. He wrapped her up in his right arm while his left shot to the window. His cock was pushed back into her vagina was he called upon the power of his Crest, using its power to repair the window behind them. It could withstand one intense lovemaking session, but probably not two in a row.

"Aaaahhhh! Aaaaaaahhhh! Ooooohhhh!"

"Rrraaaaahhhh! Rhea…Rhea…I-"

"Yes, my love, I…oooohhhh, I know. D-Don't hold back! Give it to me, give it to me again and again! Spend the rest of the night taking me as you wish!"

His eyes glowed emerald green, just like hers. Their bodies moved in erotic tandem. Moonlight shined upon them, illuminating the pair. They seemed to have sprung from the surface of some ancient tapestry or even painting, their bodies glowing with ethereal light. Together, they filled the room with their lusty moans and the slapping of skin against skin.

One another's names passed through each other's lips in hushed breaths and half-hearted screams. Vaginal walls tightened around the eight-inch cock that was the Ashen Demon's personal sword. It continuously expanded its sheath. Byleth groaned feeling the constant warm pressure and build up. Rhea gasped and clawed at her lover's naked backside, his every thrust spreading goosebumps across her body. Together, they soaked higher and into, seemingly toward the moon. They passed it, and continued to soar higher together.

Looking into the other's eyes, they whispered how their respective gazes outshined the stars. That shine glittered even brighter as they made one last unified push toward each other.

"Byleth!"

"Rhea!"

Yet again, their juices mixed together as they were expunged. Crying out in ecstasy, they held each other as tightly as possible as this latest orgasm rocked their bodies. Thankfully, the window behind them hadn't cracked, nor had either of them heard a scandalous shriek from any passerby who happened to look up at the window.

The draconic woman let her head fall onto Byleth's shoulder, her body still shaking as cum was both injected into it and was expelled from her pussy.

Serenity returned to Byleth's face as he tightened his hold on his lover and moved the two of them away from the window. He gently lowered them onto the bed, lying on their sides, though still entangled in the intimate embrace. Here they were again, back where they started to a degree. All of their clothes lay scattered about throughout the bed room, including Rhea's hat which sat peacefully on the floor.

"Thank you so much, my love." Rhea quietly whispered.

"You're welcome, Rhea, and thank you." The horned swordsman whispered back, holding her close to him. He looked forward to waking up to her face in the morning, and future mornings.

"Hey, Byleth?"

"Hm?"

"One day, when this time of the year comes around again…" Even in the dark, he could see the blush on her face. Everything about her had been laid bare to him.

He reached forward and cradled all that she was with gentle and loving hands. "I'd like to celebrate Halloween again…with our own children in the future one day. Heh, we could take what we've learned here in Askr and bring it back with us to Fódlan. Would you be willing to try and work it in as an official Church holiday?"

Giggling, she leaned over and pecked him on the lips. "After a night like tonight. Definitely."

Hopefully for the future, the pair closed their eyes and together drifted off into the land of dreams. Their bodies lay intermixed together and their hearts beat as one in tranquil union.

Fin

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My first holiday-themed Fire Emblem story. I hope you all enjoyed it. Things sort of took on a life of its own as I wrote it. A lot of the motivation and some of the inspiration for this story came from the wave of fan art of Rhea, Byleth, and Sothis that went up thanks to this banner. As fans of all three, it was a Godsend. This story did end up edging out another rather kinky Byleth/Rhea story I had planned (another time for that one) and I'm sort of happy that it did. It felt good writing some Nabatean Family fluff then some steamy and somewhat kinky sex between Byleth and Rhea. This makes my second lemon for them, one that I feel was somewhat wilder than my previous one. Let me know what you all thought in the reviews!

Oh, and kudos to those who caught all the video game references in this chapter. For those unaware, it's part of my headcanon that multiple other video game and franchises exist in Three Houses as stories and novel series, some of which Byleth is a fan of. Being the warrior that he is, I'm pretty sure you all can guess what sort of stories he'd be interested in. He's able to fight it out with some representatives of said franchises in Super Smash Bros.

Until next time, stay safe and healthy, everyone, and happy Halloween!