Where We'll Be

by Cosmic Sky

As painful as it was, Manuela was used to men leaving her, it was simply a sad fact of her life. At least it was until Byleth came into it. He hated leaving her and vowed he would make up for it. As the war nears it's end, Manuela can't help but wonder where they'll be when it does conclude. Byleth has an idea, and he's willing to share it with her.

Originally, I would have liked to actually post this on Manuela's birthday, but life threw me a few curveballs. This story's pretty belated, but I'm still posting since I want to put some more Byleth/Manuela content on this site. By my count, this is going to be the first Byleth/Manuela posted on . Here's hoping in the future I can do more, but it all starts here. Enjoy!

I do not own anything.

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Where We'll Be

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She froze the second that her brown eyes met his leafy green. Sometimes, she still felt like she was getting used to the change in appearance Byleth underwent since avenging his father's death. Sometimes, Manuela had to catch herself and remember that she was talking to Byleth instead of Seteth, Flayn, or even Lady Rhea. After the transformation, she'd suspected a connection between them.

Her confusion always ended when she saw his face, a face that she could never forget. Not even five years of war and strife could be enough to make her forget the face of Byleth Eisner. She saw his face in her dreams, more so than any other. Every time she did, she would reach out to touch him, to feel the softness of his skin. Every time she did, he vanished like smoke, her ray of light disappeared and she was reminded that she was stuck in a living hell with the rest of Fódlan's population. Manuela couldn't count how many tears she'd shed when she woke up, how many times she wrapped her arms around herself and sobbed until it seemed she'd wettened half of her bedsheets, and that was when she was sleeping in an actual bed, with sheets.

So, when he came back for real, Manuela was practically beside herself, just like so many others, especially the Blue Lions. She could still remember how she threw herself into his arms and cried into his shoulder, letting her makeup run. All Byleth did was chuckle and stroke her back, whispering apologies to her for disappearing for five years. That wasn't the first time that she did that, she did it again when they were alone, it felt like if she didn't reach out to physically touch him, he'd disappear on her again. Manuela simply couldn't bear that.

That's why she walked toward him and placed her hands on his cheeks. His eyes twinkled with warmth as he eased into her warm embrace as he always did. Even back during their time as teachers at the Officers Academy, he never spurned her touch. Over time, he'd grown more comfortable with it, even seeming to like it.

"Byleth," she whispered, her voice resounding through the hollowed out theater.

"I'm…not interrupting anything, am I?" He asked.

She laughed. He hadn't changed in a number of noticeable ways, such as his concern for others. "No, no. Just some…reminiscing. I've done enough of that."

"I think we all do it though, those peaceful days…they're nice to look back on. It'd be nice if we could go back to them." He said with a sorrowful smile that she couldn't help but return. She whole-heartedly agreed with him. But they both know that they couldn't turn back time, Byleth certainly couldn't, even with the goddess' power flowing through him. "I'm sorry I wasn't here with you, all of you."

"Heh, you keep on saying that. Byleth, you've said that so many times that by now, I think I've started to lose track." Gently lowering his head while leading hers forward, their foreheads touched. Both swordsmen felt hearth-like warmth blooming between them. "And I'll tell you the same thing I have countless times before, it's okay. The important thing is that you came back, you're right here in front of me. Oh, Byleth, that's all I've ever asked of a man, to come back after first outing."

He smiled at her in that small, shy yet charming way of his. "I had too much to leave behind, including you."

Giggling, she reached her arms up, wrapping them around his neck while practically grinding herself up against him. At first, Byleth didn't really react when she did this; she considered it preferable that he didn't spurn her affection. After a few seconds, he responded-wrapping his arms around her waist and holding her against him. She felt the urgency in his hug, it was almost on par with her own.

The last time that they'd hugged one another so…intimately had been just before the Siege of Garreg Mach. It was the greatest battle of their lives, as well as the most terrifying. Warfare had never been Manuela's thing, but she'd chosen to stay and fight with the friends, the family, she'd made at the Monastery. Byleth was motivated by the same emotions. Inevitably, they'd found one another, and inevitably they'd found themselves in one another's arms. Manuela was scared, more so than Byleth.

"We're going to get through this, Manuela. You and I and our students, all of us." He whispered as he gently stroked her hair.

It was embarrassing, but between the two of them, he was the stronger one, he always had been. Physically and mentally speaking. In a situation like this, she should have been strong, for the sake of the students that had chosen to remain behind and fight with them. Manuela knew she should have been strong for them…but in that private moment, she utterly broke down.

Byleth repeated his assurances to her again and again, never seeming to grow tired of them. He never seemed to grow tired of her, no mater how unruly she could become.

That hadn't changed in these five years.

"I kept on telling myself that you'd come back to us." She whispered, burying herself in his embrace. "Sometimes, I felt like I was deluding myself, that you were…that you…"

"I don't blame you for thinking that, but I'm sorry I couldn't send a message to let you and everyone else know that I was alive." Byleth gently responded, heartbreak clear in his words. So much had happened to the people he'd loved while he was gone. While Dimitri was the most extreme example, there were others. His heart ached for all of them, but especially his royal pupil…and the woman in his arms. "I'm so sorry, Manuela."

She knew he would repeat that apology a hundred times. Manuela was grateful for that, but she knew that apologies weren't going to fix the mess they'd all found themselves in. Not to mention his one apology was enough. Wiping the tears from her eyes, she looked up at him and smiled. "Thank you for the apology, Byleth, and thank you for coming back. Just make sure that you don't leave this time, you hear? Do that again and you'll have to do some real groveling for me."

When Byleth smiled, it was like watching sunlight poking through the storm clouds. It was a fitting analogy.

"I promise, I'll do my best." He declared in a jubilant voice. "Heh, I guess that my best is going to have to improve after the last time."

"Oh, Byleth, we managed to survive. You gave us more time to escape. Every second that you bought us, we made use of." Her hands fell to his cheeks, warm and soft as they had been in the hours before the final battle. Everything about him was still so…pristine in spite of supposedly spending five years at the bottom of a ravine. "Your best was enough for most of us to escape with our lives. Don't ever downplay your best, because it's more than some of ours put together. We're certainly going to need it to survive this war, and win it."

He sighed. "Well…this won't be my first war."

"You said that before."

"Here's hoping that I don't jinx us by saying it."

"Don't be so superstitious! We need battle-tested men like you! Especially when they have the power to tip the scales!" Manuela decreed. "And we're going to need medics like me to keep you all going!"

"That we will, luckily, we've got a good one heading up our healers." He laughed. Manuela laughed with him, even reaching up and kissing his cheek. The swordsman's cheeks turned a light shade of pink, something that made Manuela's heart swell with pride. It was so cute that she gave him another kiss on the cheek. Byleth's laughter rung through the greenhouse with Manuela's joining with it.

As it died down, both individuals realized that they were still alone, just the two of them surrounded by the broken glass ceiling and overrun greenery. Sunlight reflected off the numerous broken shards. Both were aware of the mood, the feelings within them increasing as they stared into each other's eyes.

Goddess…I…I told myself the next time I saw him I would…I would… The Divine Songstress thought, her past memories and declarations coming back to her. Those memories drove her to gently stroke his cheek. A part of her said that she should have acted, it was accompanied by a familiar fear in her-the fear that he would disappear on her again and leave her all alone. Manuela knew if that happen, she'd fall apart complete.

Perhaps sensing that, Byleth tied his hold on her. He didn't want to be pulled away from his loved ones after returning to them, and he couldn't bear the thought of them being ripped away from him. The mere thought filled him with deep sorrow…and blazing anger.

Staring into Manuela's warm brown eyes, Byleth felt his anger tempered by something, a deep yearning that he'd had since he awoke and began to regroup with everyone. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he'd thought of her. He vividly recalled the upsurge of joy he felt in hearing her name amongst those still alive and aiding them, that joy was backed by an overwhelming sense of relief. Gilbert hadn't shied away in telling him they'd lost many good allies and friends; Byleth genuinely feared that Manuela had been one of them before learning she wasn't amongst the fallen. Or those who'd switched sides.

The more he stared at her, the greater the relief and joy became, and something else. Byleth could feel something bubbling up inside of him as he continued to stare at her. He heard her breathing growing heavier by the second; his was increasing as well. His eyes flickered from her eyes to her mouth, he could practically see the air rushing in and out of her parted painted lips.

"Byleth," she whispered. Her hands were still cradling his cheeks, practically holding him in place.

Their lips were drawing closer to one another. Closer…and closer…

"Commander Byleth!"

Both sword users broke from each other, their cheeks burning red and their hearts pounding like war drums. How fitting as that's exactly what they learned had begun to beat.

"I, um…I'm interrupting something important, aren't I?" The gatekeeper questioned.

"Oh, like you wouldn't believe." Manuela muttered underneath her breath.

"Ahem, I'm assuming you've got something to report?" Byleth questioned, quickly regaining his composure.

"Y-Yes sir, we're holding a war council, and I believe that Miss Manuela had best come too." The armored guardian responded.

Grimness colored Byleth's face as he realized that the short reprieve they'd all enjoyed was at a end. He looked back to Manuela and saw that a similar understanding had consumed her as well. She was clearly more unhappy about it.

"We'll be right there." The gatekeeper nodded and left to ferry the message. Based on the one he'd delivered, it was inevitable that the Monastery would soon be busy with more active-preparations for battle. Byleth could feel his blood beginning to pump as he heard the distant but noticeable drumbeats of war. "Manuela,"

"I know, let's…get going." She was doing her best to hide the disappointment.

"…We'll make it through this." He told her sliding his right hand down and clasping it around hers.

She gave it a squeeze as her frown turned into a bright smile. It was enough to get Byleth to smile a little himself. "Damn right we will. We just got back together, and there's still much for us to do. You haven't heard some of my greatest songs. I promised you that I'd leave you as captivated as my past audiences!"

Oh, Manuela…you already have. The Enlightened One thought.

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"It still stands, Lofn Theater."

Byleth looked the theater over, quite marveling that yes, it was indeed still standing. Give or take a few holes in it. Some repairs were obviously needed, and they could possibly be implemented after the war. Possibly under Manuela's direction. He'd gladly lend her the funding to do that.

The former mercenary found something beautiful about the theater bathed in the glow of the setting sun. Others might have found it creepy, the sunlight putting an emphasis on the damages dotting the three-story-tall building. Not Byleth ad not Manuela, who continued to gaze at it with a mixture of pride and longing. He didn't say a word, only reached to the side and grip her left hand, giving it a supportive squeeze. The former songstress looked to him and smiled in relief. She'd often ask him if he'd ever tire of indulging her, and he'd always answer no. Honestly, he didn't really see it as indulgence, more like…him just treating Manuela as he thought she deserved to be treated. Some would say in his eyes at least-he'd do practically anything for the woman.

Manuela was quite aware of that fact. As good as it was, she vowed to never take advantage of it; Byleth was far too good for that, he was far too good to be wasted on a woman like her.

Signs of wear and tear were evident in Lofn Theater's interior, though it was still intact for the most part. Byleth and Manuela looked around, the latter's face alternating between joy, sadness, and longing. It didn't take much thinking to deduce the source of her longing. For his part, Byleth tried to envision the theater back in its prime, when it living up to its title as one of the four great theaters of Adrestia. Manuela was proud to boast that she had performed at least once at all four, including the Lofn Theater. That had made this trip all the more painful, but it was one that she knew she had to take.

Just as she would have to take the journey to the Mittelfrank Opera House when they laid siege to Enbarr and hopefully ended the war. Perhaps this trip could be seen as a warm up for when she returned to her old nest so to speak.

Together, the pair continued to the main theater hall, stopping short at the barred wooden doors. Manuela let go of her protector's hand and beckoned to him, telling him he had her permission. With that in mind, he pushed the double doors open, the wood breaking under his forceful push.

"…Well, it could have been worse." The brunette declared looking around at the once glamorous theater that she and several others had once performed at. Hundreds of rows of pristine wooden seats lined with gold, several dozen rows of these seats were now rotted and cracked. Some were outside missing. The same went for planks on the walls and ceiling, looking like they'd both been torn off and blasted off. Manuela wasn't at all surprised to the curtains had been removed, likely torn down and used for other purposes besides putting on a show; the doctor in her mused that they would make adept blankets and bandages for wounds. Painful as it was, Manuela could certainly see herself doing that.

A vast majority of the city of Zela had decided to give up, rather unwilling to face whatever wrath the Faerghus army would visit upon them for resisting. Luckily for them, Dimitri, Byleth, and the rest of the army had little intention of razing the small city to the ground on their way to Enbarr. They merely hoped to use it as a resupply point and leave it in peace. When the city council had been informed of that, they breathed a sigh of relief and all but kissed the one-eyed king's feet in gratitude; Manuela had been there and was quite amused at how Dimitri politely asked them to stop and that there was no need for it. They did so again when some rebellions attempted to assault the Faerghus army, unwilling to let the town surrender and be spared bloodshed.

The mark of that short-lived rebellion lay in the massive hole in the ceiling, which lined up well with the massive hole on the theater stage. Byleth kept hold of her hand as she examined it, cautious of the damage done to the floor.

"Well, I suppose we're lucky that it was just a bolt of magically energy instead of a fireball." Manuela finally spoke, having deduced that the stage floor was still sturdy enough to walk on.

"It…could have bee an ice bolt." The man beside her meekly said. Manuela laughed at his attempt to help lighten the mood. His gaze moved across the theater, his face lightening as he no doubt pictured the theater in its prime. "When it's repaired…I'd like to come back here, Manuela."

"It'd be my honor to bring you, Byleth." She responded with heartfelt glee. The thought of seeing a performance with him, or better yet, putting on a performance for him made her heart flutter in glee. As it fluttered, she realized that she was even thinking about that-life after the war, an activity that they could share together without the fear of death hanging over them. "If I may…is there any play in particular that you'd like to see? Perhaps another one of the Finale of Fantasy series? Or perhaps one of the Emerald Heroes stories reenacted on stage?"

"Well, you have the beauty to play the Princess of Twilight." A haughty and humorous laugh boomed from the Adrestian woman. He knew the reputation of Lofn Theater. Though it was a fine theater, it seemed to have a preference for romantic plays; Byleth was never one for such things, or plays in general…but his time at Garreg Mach had changed him for the better. He never really knew what romantic love was like. He learned through Manuela…and his students, all of whom had fallen into relationships of their own. Byleth almost felt like a proud parent in watching his lion cubs falling in love.

But that also left the question, what about him?

He looked to the woman beside-a woman whose life ate up so much of his own. She'd been an eccentric presence in his existence at Garreg Mach, then his life in general. Byleth had grown so used to her presence that he simply couldn't imagine life without her. He yearned for her presence, especially when it was close to him.

And like a flash, a realization came to him, if Manuela performed any of these romantic-themed plays…she'd end up performing them with someone else, another man. Another man would be the one kissing her, holding her.

The thought filled Byleth with sorrow…and anger, though he quickly tried to stamp them down. Manuela was an actress, a singer, of course she would be kissing others. She'd kissed plenty of men before him, that and more. He'd accepted that, but…something about it was different now.

Looking at her, he mused how time had hardly seemed to have aged her, whereas for others it had. Albeit Byleth had spotted a gray hair or two; he knew those were from the stress of the war. She was the one of the army's chief physicians and she took the job seriously; it pained her to see life lost when it could be saved. He held her as she cried over patients she was unable to save, some she knew and some she didn't, a handful had been the very students whom they'd taught five years prior. Byleth remained holding her and telling her she'd done her best. He remembered her holding him when his own emotions grew too heavy for him to bear.

Remembering all those things as he stared at her, Byleth had an epiphany.

"Manuela," he called out to her.

She heard his voice, but she didn't face him, something that he found troubling. "When we make the assault on Enbarr…you'll be going with Dimitri to confront Edelgard, won't you?"

His face darkened as an honest answer shot from his lips. "I have to be. Dimitri is strong, but I don't want him facing Edelgard alone…not to mention I wouldn't be able to live with myself if I wasn't there on the frontlines facing down the final enemy."

Manuela wasn't surprised by his response. Though blessed by the goddess of Fódlan, emotionally enlightened, and possessing miraculous healing powers, Byleth was still a warrior at heart. She knew the type well, and that made loving him all the more painful as she knew the type. Manuela knew that she could cry and scream at him, but it wouldn't do anything-Byleth was going to confront her former pupil. She only prayed that he and Dimitri would triumph when facing her.

Following such a hope, one would have asked what she felt for her own pupil, once the brightest student in her class. Manuela would respond with rage and disappointment. She'd long made peace with her former imperial charge's death, and in some ways…Manuela had come to wish for it herself. But she didn't want Edelgard's death to come at the expense of Byleth's life, that would be too much for her.

"You're going to have me tending to the injured potentially even the war prisoners." It was an easy deduction, one that Byleth couldn't refute. "I fully expect for you and Dimitri to be-!"

There wasn't a worry about falling down the hole, Byleth's grip on her was far too tight. Manuela closed her eyes, letting a lone tear fall. Her hands rose, falling on his which were wrapped around her shoulders.

"I'll come back to you, Manuela, I swear it." His whisper passed through her ears and into her heart, sending it into overdrive.

"Y-You're better. I…I…I can't have it, Byleth." She croaked, feeling herself trembling in what was undoubtedly fear she could no longer deny. "Y-Y-You…you've become…I…I…"

Gently nudging her cinnamon brown hair, he whispered, "I will be here."

Shadows stretched out in front of her, taunting her and tempting her. "You'd…better be." The brunette whispered, regaining a sliver of self-control. She expected tears when she returned to the theater, but not quite like this.

Manuela didn't say a word as she began to silently sway to Byleth's subtle movements. Teaching him to dance had been one of the best experiences of her life, and one of the best moments that they'd shared together. Looking back, those dance lessons and dances helped her along in falling in love with her. He was the best dance that she'd had on the night of the ball; Manuela took solace in the fact that she was the same to him.

She was happy they could share one more dance before such a pivotal moment in their lives.

"In the light that falls at moonrise," he whispered. "In the rhythm of the rain…I the miracle of ordinary days…" Byleth could feel Manuela's eyes widening as she recognized the words. He slid his hands from around her shoulders to her waist, and she responded by spinning about and looking to him with bedazzled eyes. "In the hush of night, I will be in the whisper of lovers."

Shadow and light mingled together around the two, a pleasant breeze flowing through the theater like the hush of an audience.

"Everywhere, you will find me there."

Manuela's hands went to his neck.

"In the rustle of a curtain, in the bustle of the wind,

In a thousand little unexpected ways,

When you lift your gaze

I will be like the shimmer of one small star

Out there, shining everywhere

I will be there

Beside you through the lonely nights that fall

So close your eyes, remember my embrace

I will be there, like mercy I will find you through it all

This do I swear, I will be there."

The fast-beating of her heart was like a furnace fire, fueling her words.

"In a language never spoke

Live the promises we made

In the endless love that owned me heart and soul

In the certainty I will always be true

And as near as my next prayer

You will find me there

In the echo of the ocean

I the haunting of the wind

In mysterious extraordinary ways

Through the darkest sky

I will be like the shimmer of one small star

Out there, shining everywhere

I will be there

Beside you through the lonely nights that fall

So close your eyes, remember my embrace

I will be there, like freedom, I will find you through it all

This do I swear, I will be there…

"In the harbor quarter,"

"In the stone and mortar,"

"In the star that we both share," They sang together.

"In the sound of laughter,"

"ow and never after,"

"Look for me, I will be there,"

"I will be there, beside you through the lonely nights that fall

So, close your eyes that fall

Remember my embrace

Remember my embrace

I will be there

Like justice, I will find you through it all

This do I swear, I will be there…

This do I swear…I will be there.

This do I swear…I will be there."

They finished together, eye-to-eye, hearts beating in frantic unison, calling out to each other. In spite of their dance being a slow one and neither of their voices ever rising above a loud whisper, they were panting.

Manuela's hands traveled up the smooth surface of Byleth's cheek, and his gently rubbed her waist.

"I will come back to you, Manuela," the swordsman whispered, "And when this war ends…I will be there, for you."

"Would you…be there for me…tonight?" The songstress whispered, hoping he'd catch her underlying meaning.

Seizing her by the hand, he did.

Though they were physically walking, Manuela felt more like she was flying, or being carried through the air. It wasn't the first time that she'd felt this way before, but it'd been a long time since she'd felt this feeling, and even longer since she'd felt it in such magnitude. The feeling was almost good enough to compensate for what she knew was coming, that part had her practically bouncing with joyful anticipation. Every passing second, the brunette could feel her heart beating louder and louder, practically on the verge of exploding in fiery joy. Feeling that fire coursing through her, she almost yank ed on Byleth's hand to tell him to stop so she could kiss him again. She huffed and puffed as she so desperately wanted to feel his lips on hers again. Manuela wondered if Byleth felt the same way.

He kept his eyes forward, occasionally looking around; that was so him, being so attentive to her, yet keeping track of his surroundings. Just because they were on the verge of something great didn't mean that he was going to complete forget that they were in a war, even though the war had entered its final stage. That constant alertness was actually one of the reasons that she'd fallen in love with Byleth. Heh, of course, she also took pride in being able to make him drop that guard; once they got back to Byleth's room, she would take her time in doing that.

It amazed her how she even made it up the stairs, hearing her heels clacking against them alongside his boots. "Byleth," she called out.

Whipping his head around to face her, Manuela finally felt the last of her restraint utterly fail her. Panting, she threw herself against the Enlighten One, smashing their lips together. He quickly assimilated to the kiss, wrapping his arms around her waist and eagerly returning the kiss. The songstress was pleasantly surprised by the vigor in which he returned her kiss with. Manuela was more than happy for it, and she let Byleth knew it. Within seconds, the passion of their kiss reached into the clouds. Their moans were like looming thunder heralding a coming storm. One could definitely argue though that the storm had already came.

Byleth's back grinded against the door as a consequence of Manuela grinding her body against his front. She could feel how he was enjoying it, and returning the sentiment. He attempted to take the lead in the kiss; she was pleasantly surprised, but she wasn't about to let him win so easily. Pulling away, she leered at him with lustful, hungry eyes that sent a chill of excitement racing through him. A second later and her lips were on his again, just as tender and aggressive as before. Manuela felt him smirk against his lips; clearly, he liked how she didn't just concede to him, even though she'd spent nearly six years hoping for this. Byleth privately wondered about the finer details of those fantasies that she'd had. He would soon discover them.

His hands glided down to her buttocks, slipping beneath her dress and groping her ass. Manuela broke from the kiss to moan in erotic pleasure. The sound was sweet music to Byleth's ears, music that he wanted to hear more of. Panting, he began to massage her ass cheeks, loving the lewd noses that the songstress made with her enchanting voice. Admittedly, he was indulging himself in a long buried urge; no longer was the urge buried, and how it would run free in the future from this moment onward.

Naturally, Manuela chose to get in on the fun herself. Once she managed to get a hold of herself through his ass rubs, she fixed him with a lustful grin, then seized his lips for her own. With their bodies so closed together, she began to grind herself up against him. Now it was Byleth moaning, groaning, in erotic pleasure. Eventually, he had to take a break to collect himself. In doing so, he looked down, and saw the very obvious bulge in his pants. His eyes widened as he saw a familiar hand reach down to stroke it. The Divine Demon lifted his head back up and groaned.

"First time, dear?" she asked in a whisper.

"Y-Y-Yes, o-on multiple fronts." He responded in a hushed voice. In one swift move, she'd utterly seized control of him and had him at her mercy. The submission continued as she kept on stroking his member through his pants. "M-M-Manuela,"

"Ah, don't tell me to stop, Byleth. I'm enjoying this, and I know that you are too." Evert word was laced with seductive honey that made the former mercenary melt on the spot. "You're enjoying this so very much, my dear."

"I-I am." He admitted through clenched teeth. Oh, how he heard a woman's touch could bring down the sturdiest of warriors. Byleth had gradually learned that during his first and only year at the academy as a teacher. Over the course of the war, he'd had those lessons reinforced as he found himself increasingly subdued, comforted, and aroused by her touch. "Oh, goddess, Manuela,"

"You started this, dear, so remember to take only what you can dish out." She declared in a coy voice. Less than an inch separated their lips, a short distance that they could easily close, and would in just a few seconds.

Byleth chose immediately. Gripping the brunette's buttocks, he pulled the former opera star close and kissed her; the kiss was searing hot, as it would have been after such erotic build up. They both threw themselves into it, forgetting their bodily ministrations of each other in favor of simply sucking each other's mouths. Lips opened and tongues darted out, happily flicking against each other. The lewd echo of that slapping echoed throughout the stairwell. It was accompanied by the gentle thudding of the divine warrior against the door. Byleth felt his Crest Stone heart raging, pulsating in his chest. He could hear it screaming for one thing-the woman in his arms, the woman that he was kissing with all of his strength.

If this fire continued to burn, he knew what form the conflagration would take.

With great pain, the swordsman pushed the older woman away. Manuela's eyes shimmered with disappointment just as a whine sounded from her lips. Responding quickly, she continued her stroking of his cock through his pants. Byleth hissed, and looked at her with hungry eyes. She saw that he wanted more, and Manuela was all too happy to give it to him, in spades. The kiss lasted for almost half a minute, and that half minute was absolutely heavenly for the two swords fighters.

In spite of that heavenly bliss, Byleth knew they had to stop, which is what he did. It was painful for him, and for Manuela who endured this annoying pause a second time. "Not here." His words got through, which Byleth was grateful for. Not only did they get through, Manuela seemingly agreed with them. She moved back, just a little, allowing him to turn to the side and unlock the door. Both of them felt their hearts beating in unison.

Amazingly, they didn't stumble through the door, they merely…walked in. Arm-in-arm of course. Byleth kept one arm around her waist while he used the other to close the door. He made sure to lock it.

The small click! was the signal for Manuela to start up again. Not even a second later, the former mercenary felt the brunette's lips on his again. He moaned in happiness at the reconnection of their mouths. His other arm wrapped around her waist, locking her against him, she wrapped her arms around his neck. It wasn't like either of them planned on going anywhere beyond a couple of steps.

Manuela raised her right hand and combed it through his leafy green strands. Byleth groaned as he felt her nails gliding across his cranium, an unexpected pleasure that he made sure that Manuela took note of. In turn, he moved his hands back down to her buttocks. Their joint moans now bounced around the room, illuminated by nothing but the moonlight through the window. It did quite a job in setting the mood.

Upon breaking for air, Manuela took the time to admire the mood. Just the two of them, alone in this room that was Byleth's and his alone. Tomorrow, they would set out for Enbarr, the last stretch of the war, and they would take the capital, defeat Edelgard, and end this war. At the moment though, that felt so far away, what mattered was the present-the fact that they had this time to each other. For the next several hours, they would only focus on each other.

Byleth and Manuela stood just a few feet from the door, doing nothing but kissing and holding each other. The serenity of the room helped them in losing themselves to the romantic atmosphere. Finally alone, finally able to embrace each other, they let their amorous feelings shine like a pair of full moons. The pair's bodies were back to grinding against each other, now free to do so in full. It was clear from the continuous moans that they were really picking up where they left off earlier. Actually, from there, they seemed to be growing more and more passionate. That building passion inspired them to begin to move, first Byleth, then Manuela. They were surprisingly steady in making way toward the bed while never breaking from each's embrace.

For Manuela, it was practice. She'd done this many times before, so she was an expert at "steering while kissing"; she was quite proud of that skill. When they got to the bed, oh, the abilities that she'd honed over the years would be used for the pleasure of the Divine Demon. The brunette took comfort in the fact that from this night onward, they would be used solely on him. Manuela knew that after Byleth, there would never be another; at least, she hoped with all of her heart that there wouldn't be. After all that they'd bee through, she doubted any man could measure up to the green-eyed swordsman.

Somehow, the fierce yet kind and noble swordsman read her mind. He moved his hands across her backside, stroking her, massaging her, while kissing her. Byleth moved his kisses from her mouth to her cheek and even her neck. Manuela whined in affectionate approval of his moves. At first, she thought that she would have been the one making such amorous moves on the former teacher mercenary, but oh, how he pleasantly surprised her. When it came to her, she was truly grateful that he seemingly went above and beyond.

He did so because he loved her, he loved her as much as she loved him.

Byleth buried his face in the crux of her neck while stroking her backside. Manuela was so happy that he'd removed his gloves back at the theater. The feel of his bare skin was always so much more preferable to his glove, especially when it was caressing her own. She let her head fall back as he moved his hands back down to her ass cheeks. It felt like she was going to just collapse against him; Byleth would happily carry her the rest of the way to the bed. He'd lay her down then proceed to pleasure her as if she were the most revered woman in the world. In his eyes, she was; how she'd searched for the man who'd treat her that way.

Luckily, it wasn't far to the bed.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, the taciturn warrior lifted the former diva up then sat her down on his lap. Manuela again moaned in delight at the position they were in. She could feel his member pressing against her loins; as he was getting hard, she was getting wet, so incredibly wet. Leering at him with hungry eyes, she pounced on him with her lips. Byleth didn't fall to his backside, he held his ground so to speak and eagerly returned her kiss. Their tongues flickered against each other for what felt like the hundredth time. It was an oral war that they took immense joy in waging. Ultimately though, it would end without a victor.

Saliva connected their lips as they broke apart and stared into one another's eyes. Green eyes and brown eyes, both filled with sensual affectionate and warmth, stared at one another for what seemed like hours. Each felt the other's breath colliding with the other; it almost felt like they were counting down to the moment that one would make a move on the other. In the end, they moved simultaneously, smashing their lips against each other. Byleth's arms tightened around his Adrestian lover's waist, she in turn cradled his face as she swiftly laid claim to his lips again. Their tongues smacked together and their bodies began to rock together. They didn't have much of a rhythm, but they gradually found one in the midst of their make out.

By the goddess, this is what I've bee waiting for. Thank you, oh great Sothis, thank you for returning him to…to me.

For whatever reason, her green-haired lover affectionately shook his hips, grinding his clothed erection against her. Still kissing him, Manuela moaned, shaking her lips in return. His hands caressed her ass crack, having dipped beneath her dress. Manuela shuddered in his lap, and Byleth kept it going by launching an erotic assault on her. In doing so, he knew that he was risking an orgasm in his pants, but he was fine with it. At the very least he could also make Manuela stain her undies with her love nectar, it wouldn't be the first time.

The former diva knew that at the rate they were going, they were going to soil themselves. Erotic and arousing, yes, but just a little bit embarrassing. Besides, Manuela had other wants that she was going to get satisfied.

She started with gently pushing Byleth onto his backside. There was something deeply enjoyable to her watching him slowly hit the mattress, she could hear his still steady breathes. Those steady breaths excited her as Manuela wanted them to accelerate, to hear the Divine Demon panting and screaming, specifically screaming her name.

First, she removed her fur cloak. Byleth watched it drop to the ground, Manuela cared little for it, keeping her eyes solely on her divine-empowered lover. He was doing a good job of staying calm as he watched her remove her heels and crawl atop of him. Manuela supposed she shouldn't have been surprised, Byleth always knew how to keep calm in almost any situation, but even he had limits. Oh, and sometimes looks could be deceiving.

As she crawled up his body, she took note of the lingering bulge in his pants. It hadn't gone done at any point over the last several minutes. Manuela stroked it while kissing Byleth. He moaned into her mouth, feeling his body tensing up with erotic delight that grew by the second. His hands shot up, latching onto both sides of her face to hold her in place. The former diva welcomed the move, having been on the receiving end of it before. In spite of his hands being worn from years of combat, Byleth's hands were still so soft to feel. Though the fires of lust were fast consuming him, Byleth retained enough control not to put too much pressure in Manuela's head. He simply held her in place, even when they broke for air; she had a feeling he wanted to feel her beautiful light brown hair, which he complimented her on from time to time.

A whimsical idea to undo his pans crossed her mind. She could definitely do it while making out with him as she'd done it before. Manuela grinned at the thought, feeling a strong temptation to do that. Already, her fingers were working on undoing his belt buckle. Byleth was blind to it, utterly captivated by her lips like any man would be. Relishing the control she had over him, Manuela moved her right hand in-between his left, softly pushing it away so she could dislodge from the kiss. Byleth was clearly left wanting more, but he patiently awaited whatever pleasure the songstress would visit upon him next. His gaze was locked on her face, he hadn't noticed the unbuckling of his belt and pants. The swordsman panted as he stared into her brown eyes.

Smiling down at him, she caressed both of his cheeks. She saw so much warmth and intrigue in his eyes, and hunger for her. Manuela gave into impulse and gave him another kiss, one that would hopefully tide him over until she finished.

It was a good thing that he hadn't gone into battle wearing the ceremonial garb of the Enlightened One. Though regal and eye-catching, it wasn't exactly ideal combat wear. Even more, getting it off would have been a massive pain in the ass. Thankfully, there was none of that saving the two of them plenty of time.

When it came to undressing, Manuela had enough experience to yet again be called a master. With Byleth though, the undressing was done with a mixture of anticipation and unease. She knew what she was going to find, she both wanted it and dreaded it.

Her eyes immediately went to the jagged vertical scar that stretched down his right side, from his shoulder almost done to his hip. Manuela's body tensed, her eyes seeing bloody red gushing from the wound, fresh and sapping the life out of him, instead of its real pale color. The image of the former had been eternally seared into her mind and would remind so to the end of her life. A mixture of horror, fear, and anger swelled up within her. The first two were natural as Byleth was her patient, her comrade, her ally…and lastly, her lover. To see such a monstrous wound on him, it practically made Manuela's heart freeze in fear. She remembered that for a minute or two, it did freeze. Luckily, the fear was only momentary as she regained her wits and managed to fully treat him. If she hadn't, the goddess' chosen one would have died from the injury.

The anger she felt was natural too. Given everything Byleth was to her, it was only normal that she'd hold a considerable amount of anger for the person responsible for hurting him so. What magnified the anger was the fact that she knew who the person in question was. She'd taught them, or rather, she'd taught her.

Once upon a time, Manuela would have commended Edelgard for coming so close to dealing such a lethal blow. All that was before she found out that her imperial pupil, the best of her students, was really a terrorist mastermind, and her retainer was her willing accomplice. In retrospect, the second one still left her feeling, well, next to nothing. It wasn't that she pre-judged Hubert to be an evil seed, quite the opposite, she knew he'd do what was best for Edelgard. The problem in lay that Edelgard herself was the evil seed, and Manuela had so utterly failed to notice.

Her former student had taken root and grown through five years of horrendous bloodshed, which she unleashed upon the continent under the pretense that it would all work out in the end. Edelgard had grown thorns that had punctured and gorged the life out of hundreds, maybe thousands of people. Byleth had almost been one of them.

"Manuela," the man spoke. Looking up, the brunette was taken back by the kindness that twinkled like a distant star in his eyes. He'd moved his hand up to gently caress hers, which had begun to stroke the scar. "It's okay."

In spite of the warmth that his touch brought, Manuela still felt a cold nip at her exposed back. "Every time I…every time I look at this, I think back to all the lessons I taught her about where to hit an enemy, what points of the body to aim for in order to incapacitate and to kill. Oh, Byleth, I've…I've looked at so many but yours is…it's…" She could feel herself on the verge of tears as the guilt and horror of her perceived mistake almost consumed her.

It didn't thanks to Byleth.

A gasp flew from the songstress' lips, before she even fully knew what was happening, she was wrapping her arms around Byleth. His own strong arms were wrapped around her, holding her against him. It was like being right next to a hearth, a big and warm hearth with the power to burn away uncertainty and fear. Such an ability only further affirmed what Manuela already knew-that Byleth was the one for her.

Neither of them spoke for a little bit. The hug they were in spike for them, their souls basking in the warmth of comfort just as much as their bodies were.

Time seemingly slowed to a crawl. If either of them could have, they'd have frozen it right there; they didn't want this moment to end. Inevitably though, it would end, but not before they'd enjoyed it for all that it was worth. With that enjoyment would come a promise that this time wouldn't be the last.

"It's not your fault, and it never will be. Edelgard had already made her choice long before she stepped into your classroom." He soothed. "Manuela, you've worked yourself to the bone trying to heal the damage that she's caused, it's one of the reasons why I love you from the depths of my heart."

She could feel tears amassing in her eyes. Through stubborn willpower, Manuela kept them from falling; they'd make her makeup run and she wasn't ready for that just yet. "Y-Y-You…always know…j-j-just w-w-what to say to calm me down."

"Heh, I try to, because I don't like seeing you sad, Manuela. You're too beautiful for that, so I do my best to keep that sadness at bay, and if it does grip you…I want to be able to chase it away."

Pulling away and facing him, she let one lone tear slid down her cheek. She gently wiped it away while smiling at him. "Oh, Byleth. You do more than just chase it away, you burn it up as if it were some lingering shadow and you were the sun. You're practically my personal sun." He laughed and responded that he thought of her in a similar light. Within seconds, the two found themselves laughing together. It seemed that they saw each other in similar ways, and that point of view compelled them to do all they could to stay in contact with each other. "My love, you go so far for me. Let me give you what you deserve, what only I can give you."

"I'd want no one else but you." The seasoned warrior whispered before engaging her in one last kiss. Manuela sensed the silent hunger behind it, and sated it with her own. She ran her hands over Byleth's scarred body, her fingers tracing almost every scar that decorated him. It was always such a sharp contrast, his innocent and flawless, feminine-like face and his surprisingly rigid and worn body. He wasn't too muscular like say, Dimitri or Dedue, but he certainly had some muscle on him. Even after he'd spent five years "hibernating" at the bottom of the ravine, his body remained in near pristine condition.

Manuela had memorized almost every part of Byleth's body, professional and personal reasons. She'd seen his body in her dreams and finally back in reality, she'd dreamed of stroking it and feeling it up so many times. Finally presented with the opportunity, she took it.

Byleth let out several small moans of delight as the sorcerous woman moved her fingers across his body. He'd clearly been longing for this, waiting for it like her.

She reached up and planted kisses across his abdomen, namely a few of his scars. Obviously, the largest one, the one inflicted by Edelgard, drew her attention. She kissed up and down it; if she could have, she'd enchant her lips to erase every scar. As she kissed him, Manuela felt Byleth's gentle hand fall atop her head. He softly stroked her brown hair, neither encouraging her to go faster or nor holding her in a single place. Manuela enjoyed the liberty that she had.

Quiet moans sometimes became sudden shouts as Manuela hit a sensitive spot. She made sure to keep a mental note of where those spots were. Once she'd had her fill of his upper body, the brunette finally started back up on her original downward path. Byleth could feel it, and he knew what was coming next. He internally braced himself for what he knew would be a breeze of cold air hitting his most private parts.

The Divine Songstress moved far south, taking off Byleth's boots and socks. Her hands ran up the length of his feet and ankles, moving back up to his waist. With his belt already undone, she was able to truly take her time removing his pants. Manuela could feel her heart beating faster and faster as she did so, coming upon his jet-black briefs, and eventually removing them. Finally, she came face-to-face with the cock of the Divine Demon, of Byleth Eisner; she'd fantasized about his member countless times.

Seeing it for real, all of those fantasies were put to complete shame.

"Y-Y-You're…B-B-B-B-Byleth…y-you're…you're…i-i-it's…" She stammered with a gapping mouth that couldn't be shut, no matter how hard she tried.

Throwing a hand over his blushing face, Byleth spoke, "Is it…big enough for you, Manuela?"

The shyness in his voice only made her swoon all the more. Almost eight inches of pure, thick masculine meat, by the goddess, it's more than big enough! It's as big and thick as I want it! I…I need this! I have to have it for myself! While her mid raced with countless lewd thoughts, she stretched out her hands and stroked the swordsman's cock. She supposed she was going to answer him with action instead of words. Byleth immediately began to grunt and groan as she pleasured his cock.

Within seconds, Byleth Eisner surrendered, the silent yet fierce warrior who'd surmounted countless battlefields and enemies, waved a white flag. Speaking of white, a small spurt of it shot up into the air. Eyes flying wide open, Byleth suddenly became aware of everything in the room, all of his senses more alert than they had been in hours prior. Lifting his head up, he looked to where his pre-cum had fallen.

With one hand, Manuela continued to pump his member, with the other, she sensually scooped up the cum that had fallen on her face. Clearly, she was no stranger to this happening; she was certainly enjoying the facial disfigurement. Manuela could feel the warrior's leafy green eyes on her, and she was certainly enjoying the attention. Every now and then, she looked in his direction-Byleth's cock twitched at those moments. Smiling, she pumped him even more, feeling the veins thicken beneath her touch. In minutes, she was finished cleaning her face. It looked like his cum had never touched her face, but Byleth could smell it. He could smell his essence on her face; Manuela could smell it as well, and she liked it. She'd been marked by him, and his mark would be the one that would stick.

Moving her hands down to the base of his member, Manuela slowly leaned forward; Byleth could tell she was relishing every second of this. He was too, but by the goddess, did he wish she would go a little faster.

Looking up to him, Manuela saw that eagerness and giggled.

"Aaaahhhhh…" he groaned feeling the first lick of her tongue against his member. Byleth felt a mini-orgasm approaching, but he forced it back down. Not yet, not just yet. He told himself.

Manuela commended his resistance. "Feels good, doesn't it, my dear?" With a tight face, he nodded, causing Manuela to giggle. She continued to stroke the base of his member. His cock simply couldn't stop twitching in her hands, a fact that she expected and took immense pleasure in. "We're only just getting started, Byleth." Yet again, she licked his cock, this time, the former mercenary let out an audible howl. It made Manuela's heart sing with gleeful pride. Her tongue continued to flick against his member, making it twitch even more. Byleth's head flipped from side to side, veins beginning to grow along his neck. He whispered her name over and over again.

It went without saying that Byleth Eisner had never experienced anything like this before in his life. Up until he came to the Monastery, he'd never once paid the pleasures of the flesh any thought. Some of his comrades had joked that he could be presented with a harem's worth of naked women and not feel a thing; they were entirely right. That perhaps still held true to this day, mostly.

Now, a naked Manuela Cassagranda, hat was a different story. When he thought of the brown-haired Adrestian, he could feel his pulse quicken and felt…something stirring between his legs, something hardening.

The woman in question was making sure that his member achieved a firmness that could put to shame the sturdiest of hammers and clubs. Byleth grunted and occasionally howled in the face of her oral assault. He looked down, seeing her short but always pretty and scented brown hair between his legs, he saw her face pressed against his member. Her tongue was going on a nonstop rampage against his cock. Byleth shut his eyes as he felt another near orgasm building within him. Again, he wasn't ready for it to end. The rational part of him protested, saying that even if he came, that didn't mean that this amorous encounter would end; it was just getting started. Regardless, Byleth wasn't thinking rationally; he heard that love had a tendency to do that to a person, and he finally understood it.

The Adrestian beauty wasn't blind to her lover's continuous near orgasms, she could feel them through her fingers and her tongue. Manuela was quite experienced in these things; she was happy that Byleth was putting such an effort into fighting his orgasms, but it was a losing battle. Oh, he was going to cum at her hands and mouth, it was simply inevitably. Still, she thought that it was cute in how he tried to resist for so long.

"Byleth, you know that Adrestia is a land of magic, right?" She suddenly said. He looked at her with slightly widened eyes, curious as to where she was going with this. Byleth nodded, giving her the cue to go on. "We Adrestians have developed a number of spells for a number of occasions, even in the bedroom…and I love." As she spoke, she continued to pump his member, albeit at a somewhat slower pace. Byleth's breathing was shallow, but steady. He knew something was coming, and that something had him quietly excited. Manuela's face hovered above the tip of his member. Only a few strains of saliva covered it as she'd avoided suckling it; that was about to change. "Some use magic as a way to mark their lovers."

With those words, the pieces all came together.

Prompting himself up on his hands, he looked down at the former opera star. This was a position that he'd quietly dreamed of, even in the darkest parts of the war. He was lucky to be lying here, with her, he was a lucky man to have a woman like her. "I'm yours, Manuela." Though his voice was a whisper, his words carried all the weight of the world. "Every part of me, from my body to my soul, it's all yours, Manuela."

How many times had she heard men give her that declaration? How many times had she wished she'd heard it from someone whom she wanted that devotion from? Manuela had honestly lost track of both, but they were ultimately meaningless now.

Finally, she'd heard the words from someone who meant them, ad whose love she wanted so much she'd kill and die for it.

Gripping his cock, she took a minute to steady herself, the excitement within her enough to make her burst like a bomb. Slowly raising her head, she leered at him with eyes that shined like gemstones. "I'll have you for the rest of my life, Byleth. And this," she gestured to his member right below her face. "Is mine."

Byleth watched with baited breath as she lowered her lips onto the tip of his cock. "Aaaaaaahhhh!" Arching his back up, he howled like a wolf. It wasn't just a surge of magical raw euphoria that got his blood pumping, it was the faint hint of magic. He could feel it, the marking that would stay with him for the rest of his life; he would be proud to carry it. "Manuela…oh, Sothis, Manuela…"

She pulled back, taking a second to admire her handywork. Stamped on the tip of Byleth Eisner's cock was a light brown lipstick mark, curtsy of her. It glowed with a faint magical light that made her heart flutter with joy. Manuela promptly went back to pumping his base, making him howl again. She watched as the mark settled, the glow dying down in a few seconds. Though it was now dim, it would forever remain, a testament to the love that she and the divine warrior now shared with each other. Smirking at him, she fell on the tip of his member, taking it into her mouth.

"Manuelaaaaa!" Screamed the former Blue Lions instructor. "T-T-This…this feels…amazing!"

Of course it's amazing! The songstress cheered. She would have said it aloud, but well, her mouth was being put to use elsewhere, a purpose far more meaningful than speaking. Grinning against his member, she flicked her tongue across the tip, saturating it with her saliva. Physically speaking, the lipstick mark she'd left had faded, at least to the naked eye. Nothing would wipe it away, nothing.

The bed shook and the voices of the two former academy instructors filled the room like a pair of ringing bells. Manuela's tongue swirled around the member, moving across its upper portion, her hands continued to stroke and massage the lower half, including Byleth's balls. Lewd as it was, Manuela enjoyed the feeling of her fingers brushing across the leafy green hair that surrounded it. Thankfully, it wasn't a forest like some men's were, especially during times of war.

Manuela fervently worked on his cock. Her first mark had been defining, but she wanted more, she wanted to make it so that Byleth longed for her touch every second of every day. Sure, it was selfish, but when it came to love, she could be a selfish woman. She trusted that Byleth would never look at another woman after her, but she wanted to cement that. Oh, and she was loving the taste of his cum. He'd already shot two loads into her mouth, small bursts that left her hungry for more. Swirling her tongue over his tip and down his length, she could feel moisture amassing between her legs. When the time came to remove her dress, she knew that there'd be a big stain in her undies. She planned on showing it off to Byleth.

"More…more…Manuela…" He was utterly beholden to her, another man so happily enchanted by the Divine Songstress. Lifting his head and upper body, he stared at the light brown mass that stuck out between his legs. Gathering his strength, he thrusted his hips upward. Manuela let out an elated moan feeling his cock shove its way up into her mouth. Byleth felt a great deal of euphoria as well. "Manuela," he repeated. Gripping the bedsheets beside him, he thrusted upward again. "Let me…give you what you deserve as well."

She temporarily removed her lips from his tip, her mouth slightly agape as she stared at him. "Byleth," she whispered in an equally enchanted voice. Smiling as he put his head atop her head, she accepted that this was going to be a joint affair for a little while, maybe it would be better that way. Gently, he pushed her head down onto his cock, which he thrusted upward. They quickly found a rhythm to fuck by. Byleth's hand remained atop Manuela's head, neither pulling her up or pushing her down, except when he wanted to. The songstress enjoyed the feel of his hand atop her head, it gave her a certain feeling that she had her getting wetter.

Manuela could be both a dom and a sub, she'd played both sides. Both were enjoyable in their own ways, but there was something enjoyable about being neither. Something magical about simply making love side by side with someone whom she truly cherished.

"Ahhhhh….Manuela…I'm going to…I'm going to…I can feel it!" Shouted the divine swordsman. "I…can't hold it back much longer!" He'd fought the end as hard as he could, but it was inevitable. Manuela's tongue and fingers were…they were simply too good, too powerful for him to resist. Hell, Byleth knew he didn't want to resist her. "I'm going to fill your mouth to the brim."

Turning her head to look up at him, she smiled while blowing him off. The next thing the former instructor turned savor knew, the songstress picked up her pace. Byleth sealed his eyes shut as a strong wave of roaring euphoria slammed against him. Sucking in air through his nostrils, he returned the favor, vigorously thrusting his hips upward, shoving his cock into her mouth at a faster pace.

"Mmmmmmmhhhh!"

"Aaaaaarrrrhhh! Manuela…Manuela!"

The arrow was released from its bow, the masculine arrow shooting straight into the physician's mouth. Her eyes fluttered open, nearly rolling back into her head. For the first time in years, Manuela tasted cum, and it was of the most delicious flavor that she'd ever tasted. Addiction was immediate, and satisfaction immediately followed afterward. Her divine lover's cum flowed into her mouth, a roaring white torrent that hit the roof of her mouth then tore down her through. She felt like she was drinking the fabled waters of life, which, given his divine empowerment, might have been true. Manuela didn't care if Byleth's juices were really divine or not, they were divine enough for her. Tasty, addictive, incredible.

And completely hers.

Byleth clenched at her head as he shot rope after rope of cum into her mouth. He was amazed at how she took his masculine juices. Byleth knew that she had prior experience, but he didn't think about that, all he could think about was how good it felt to cum in her mouth. Leaning his head back, he let his juices continue to shoot out, his orgasmic scream transitioning into a long moan of lustful pleasure.

"Aaaaahhhh…aaaaaahhh! Ooooohhhh! M-M-Manuela!"

Just it seemed that his orgasm was at an end, Manuela decided to go for seconds. Swallowing his cum in seconds then proceeding to kiss and caress his cock again. Byleth's right hand gripped her head while his left fastened themselves to the bedsheets. He felt like if he didn't hold onto something, his entire existence would shatter to pieces. Yet again, he felt an orgasm approaching, just like before, he fought it back with all of his heart, not ready to cum so soon. Opening his eyes, he saw Manuela sucking his member, their eyes met.

A spark went off in the songstress' head. Breaking free of her lover's grasp, she moved her head to the ring that held her dress up. Byleth's eyes widened as he saw what she was about to do; his soaked cock twitched in excitement.

"You've been so good to me, Byleth, you deserve this!"

"AAAAHH!"

So…apparently, the Divine Demon was a fan of titty fucks. That was useful information, information that would remain with Manuela and no one else.

"They feel good, don't they? I've seen you glancing at them! Staring at them in awe, just like so many others!" She shouted while pillowing his member with her breasts. Personally, titty fucks were a favorite of hers as well, she loved the feel of a big strong cock sandwiched between her mounds. The best were the ones that could stand being smothered by her tits and still peak out above them, like Byleth's was able to. She saw the tip of his member bobbing up and down like a fishing lure. Grinning, she stuck her tongue out and licked the tip.

"Aaaaaaaahhh! Aaaahahaahaaaa! M-M-Manuela, I-I'm going to…cum again!" It was overwhelming, simply overwhelming, the heat of her breasts, the pressure of them. Byleth had quietly wondered what it feel like to touch them, fondle them, even kiss them. What he was experiencing now was far better than anything he could have ever imagined. The mounting pressure was too much for him, he could feel his orgasm coming. Whipping his head back, he sucked in air, then expelled it as his second orgasm hit him hard. "Aaaaaaahhhhhhh!"

"Ohhhhhh, yesssss!" Shouted the former opera star. A second burst of cum shot forth from the swordsman's cock. This time, it didn't directly enter her mouth, it rose up into the air, then fell upon her face and breasts. It was like being rained on by fireworks, pure bliss and amazement, heavenly joy that left Manuela swooning in joy. Mouth open, she took what cum shots she could into her mouth. All the while, she continued to pump his cock, squeezing more cum out of her former colleague. In spite of his previous orgasm, he still had a lot to give, and Manuela was more than happy to take it.

Byleth let his head fall back and his cock continue to erupt until he truly had nothing else left. He felt exhausted, yet invigorated at the same time. The latter got a big boost as he looked down and saw Manuela's face and chest covered in his cum. He found something erotically beautiful about it.

Yours, it means that she's your woman. A voice whispered.

…No. Not yet, she's still not totally mine. It felt like he was taking with Sothis. Normally, he'd have been embarrassed to have her chime in during such an intimate moment such as this, but the sight of Manuela licked up the cum off his cock and herself left him in a state of suspended euphoria. The warrior silently watched her as she dislodged from her, letting his cock fall. It wasn't completely limp, the sight of Manuela massaging her cum-covered breasts. She knew he was watching, thus she put on a show for him.

Byleth most definitely enjoyed it, and it got his cock sharp again. He spent several minutes watching her play with her breasts, then begin scooping up all the cum that had fallen over her. It looked like Manuela had stood beneath a white rain shower. Byleth felt an erotic thrill in knowing that he had been the one to douse her, and would do so again and again. His member twitched as he thought of all the times he would do so again in the future.

In spite of cleaning herself up, Manuela kept an eye on him. She purred in feminine delight at the hardening of his cock. Byleth silently watched her climb onto the bed, atop of him. The smell of her sweet perfume mixed with his juices was utterly intoxicating; his arms were wrapping around her waist, pulling her down onto him. Their kisses had turned vigorous before his back hit the mattress. He didn't care about the residual cum on her face and chest, now smeared against his, all he wanted was Manuela. She gave herself to him, completely diving into the kiss as she did others before it. For his part, Byleth enjoyed it, and the feel of her now naked chest pressing against his. As they rubbed against each other, he felt a longing to truly feel their naked bodies pressing up against each other.

Manuela felt that as well. Though her breasts were exposed, she still had her dress on, her lower half was still clothed, not to mention she still had her underwear on. As she kissed her former colleague-turned lover, the desire to expose herself grew. Nudity was absolutely nothing new for her, hell, she toyed with the thought of exposing herself in front of Byleth. In spite of his stoicism, he always seemed to grow a little…flustered around her; it said something that no matter how many chances he got, he chose to protect her dignity over sneaking a peek at her. Now, as they consummated their relationship, she declared that no longer would that have to be a thing.

Breaking from the kiss, she rose up, facing him with a blushing face and heavy pants. She looked utterly divine to Byleth. In turn, the songstress stared down at the sweaty, red-faced champion that had managed to tur the entire war around. It was a little hard to believe that he'd chose her, but as his lips curved into a smile, Manuela felt her heart flutter with joy. That momentary blissful indulgence was all Byleth needed to strike.

She'd forgotten who it was she was making love to. Byleth Eisner had quick reflexes and he knew how to exploit an opening. That went for the bedroom as well.

It took Manuela several seconds to realize that she was in the process of being undressed. By the time she did, she was already clad in nothing but her underwear. As she predicted, they had a giant stain in the middle, one that was growing bigger by the second. Her focus was on her divine lover, whose leaf-colored eyes met hers while his hands worked on her panties. She hardly felt the breeze that came with their removal; Manuela reached up to cup Byleth's cheeks, he fell upon her lips seconds later.

Now, they were truly equal, the contrast between their bodies on full display. That contrast actually spurned both of them onward. Byleth felt pulled to Manuela's beautiful, flawless body. Her age was of no consequence, she was still the most beautiful woman that he'd ever laid eyes on, and he'd happily prove that to her day after day, right after he'd made Fódlan safe enough for everyone to rest easy. In turn, Manuela felt every scar on Byleth's front pressing up against her body. It was an erotic friction born between a woman who lived the high life and a warrior who lived life on the battlefield. His most recent scars hadn't been for the sake of combat, but for the sake of the continent's peace. He deserved so much, and Manuela was intent on giving him all that she could. Her hands glided across his back, where she found more scars.

Byleth pulled up, having felt Manuela's hands moving across his body like a painter's brush. "Don't worry about them." Taking hold of her hand, he moved it back up against the memento he had of the Battle of Gronder Field. "And don't worry about this either."

"Look on the bright side, she hit me instead of some other poor soldier. Had it been them, we'd have another grave to dig."

It was such an incredibly morbid thing to say, especially as an attempt at comforting. Manuela would have slapped him for the attempt if she hadn't been crying her eyes out and doing everything possible to save his life. Luckily, she'd managed to do the latter and just barely staved off doing the former.

Curling her hands against the scar, she lifted her leg up to caress his side. She felt the frontal tip of his member touching her waist. "I'll try not to, but, Byleth, tomorrow, you better not get a second scar. Do you understand?"

His laugh made her heart flutter even more. "I'll do my best, milady."

Okay, that got her cheeks blazing so red she could feel them on the verge of exploding. "Y-Y-Y-Y-You'd better! I-I-It's so rude to break a promise to a lady!"

"So I've noticed quite a few times." Slowly, too slowly for Manuela's liking, he descended on her lips. Thankfully, the kiss that ensued made up for it, in spades. He probed her mouth with his tongue, asking for entry instead of simply taking it. Utterly enamored with his kiss, she opened her mouth wide, letting him explore it once again. Byleth didn't go fast like he could have, he went slowly, lavishing every corner at his leisure. Manuela was fine with that, every second felt like an hour's worth of pleasure.

Both of her legs were grinding against his sides, creating two sets of sensually tremors that rolled across the swordsman's body. He continuously shuddered atop of her, his member twitching and hardening. Manuela shuddered as well, feeling it brushing up against her skin, every cell in her body was screaming for her to grab it and have it inserted into her. She wanted to yell at Byleth and demand he take her with his massive girth. Every second that passed when it wasn't inside of her made her body ache in longing.

Byleth wasn't blind to that aching, but he wasn't about to deviate from his plan so easily. "Patience, Manuela. Lie back and enjoy. Let me love you as you deserve." He whispered into her ear before moving his lips toward her bare neck. A hushed breath left her lips, then another, and another. With each one, Byleth's mouth moved lower and lower, his lips planting themselves against the songstress' neckline. It wasn't long before he reached her collarbone, then her chest.

Raising both her arms above her head, Manuela purred in sexual gratitude. Very few men had been able to resist the charms of her breasts, even those who made an outward show of being uninterested. They all fell to her womanly assets in it. Needless to say, Manuela was always quite proud of them. As Byleth ravaged her chest, she had even more reason to be proud. She clenched at the pillows above and beside her, panting and growling as Byleth had his way with her breasts.

"These are mine now." She heard him whisper before biting into her left tit while massaging the other with his finger.

"Y-Yes, t-t-they are." Manuela concurred. It was a struggle to even say those three simple words. They were undisputable fact now.

Though it was his first time tending to a woman's breast, Byleth showed the same expectational skill that he always did. It wasn't like he needed her encouragement, the former professor was keeping his promise, in spades.

Fingers curled and howls echoed, all in accordance with loving attention her chest was receiving. The latter grew louder and the former clenched at the pillows beneath her. Manuela was on a familiar road leading upward into carnal heaven-the ride was faster and better than it had ever been before. She was loving every second of the ascension, and so was Byleth, enjoying lifting her up higher and higher. He swirled his tongue around her left side nipple, slathering it with his saliva before gently biting down on it. Manuela howled, arching her back up and feeling tears gathering in her eyes. They were undoubtedly tears of joy, they would soon begin to slip from her eyes uncontrollable.

"Ohhhh…my love…how I've captivated you, and you have captivated me." Lifting her arms up, she wrapped them around his head. Byleth moaned in lustful amusement at her actions. He lifted his head up just a little to stare at her, to smile at her. "Aaaaaaahhhh…" She moaned again feeling his teeth gently biting into her tender flesh. He applied his tongue again, swirling it around his nipple until she felt like it was going to explode in erotic fire. Subconsciously, her legs rose and began to wrap around his waist, she next rocked her hips against his. "That's it, Byleth, love me…love me like you promised that you would."

It was a promise he planned on keeping, no matter what stood in his way.

Still enveloped in the embrace of her arms, Byleth moved his face to her right-side breast. Manuela arched her back again and howled, he hadn't even bitten her tit, merely licked it. Her next howl was even louder as he bit down, but only so softly. She whined for more, and the swordsman happily responded. His right hand rose and fell upon her now free left breast, his fingers pinched her saturated nipples like soft pincers. Byleth followed it up with a soft biting of her right-side nipple. Both of her tits under fire, somewhat literally, the songstress screamed and crossed her legs around the swordsman's waist. Her hold on his head tightened.

Sweet Sothis…this…so amazing! He's still just a novice but…oh, who am I kidding? He's too good at this to be doing it entirely by go with the flow! She remembered some of the books she'd caught him reading, some of the theater practice he'd attended and indulged in, hell, the plays that they had attended together. Within the frayed corners of her mind, she realized that maybe Byleth had been quietly learning the ways of the bedroom, just for this moment, just for her. It was an interesting theory, one she could maybe ask him about, after they were finished of course.

At the rate they were going though, it was going to be a while before they were done, a good long while.

She held onto him as he greedily suckled ad tenderized her breasts. They slowly but sensually rocked their bodies together, shaking the bed ever so slightly like a leaf on a branch. Any second, a sudden wind would blow and shake it loose, and with it, thunder would sound off. Countless rumbles were made from the Divine Songstress as she felt her chest being coming under assault from the Ashen Demon made love to her chest. They swayed and bounced in his hands and mouth. Byleth groaned in further ecstasy feeling her manicured nails combing through his hair.

Manuela felt her breathing quickening. It wasn't just Byleth's tongue and fingers, it was his cock. Every second, she could feel it pressing up against her, that harden blade desperately searching for a sheath. In the midst of her rising sexual frenzy, she felt a growing urge to scream for Byleth to just take her, take her and not stop until neither of them could move a muscle. That's what she wanted to do, yet the erotic frenzy she'd fallen into made it impossible for her to do more than moan, pant, and occasionally scream. She knew that she was going to cum soon; Manuela pictured Byleth cleaning up her pussy, perhaps throwing in a charming yet erotic comment or two in. It's what made her put a little more force into rocking her hips against his.

Seconds after that friction-laced moment, Byleth broke from her chest. The songstress stared up at the warrior, finding his eyes to be much like a wolf's. They eyed as she were prey, and that's exactly what she was. Manuela felt excitement race through her like she'd been struck by lightning.

First, he put both hands on her chest and began to massage her breasts. Manuela's following moan was short-lived as Byleth captured her lips in a smoldering-hot kiss. "Mmmmmmmhhh."

Her hands fell over his as they worked their magic on her chest. Once more, the two found their bodies rocking together, only briefly breaking for air to enter their lungs. Only a few slivers made it in as they were quickly kissing each other again, putting their all into devouring one another's mouths.

Only Manuela was utterly lost in the sweet rapture. Byleth broke from the kiss, his green eyes cackling with amusement as hers filled with desperate desire. "Soon, my love. Just stay still."

Really? You expect me to stay still under your touch? Byleth, you think too much of me, unbelievable as that may be. He planted kisses along her flawless flesh, only focusing on the faded scar on her right side. Just as he'd been wounded by dark weaponry, so too had she. Byleth dragged his kisses along the faded patch of flesh, her hands went to his head in a vain attempt to hold him there. Alas, he continued to move south, finding his goal.

The small patch of cinnamon brown hair above her pussy was the first to feel Byleth's tongue. Her skin came next and Manuela shuddered. It was just a brief kiss, but one that had a storm of butterflies fluttering about in her stomach.

Byleth ran his hands along her creamy smooth legs as he pushed them out to the side a little. "This is mine now, Manuela." He whispered.

"Y-Yes, it-aaaaaaaahhhh!" Now, she truly screamed, her back curving off the ground nearly perfectly. It remained curved as Byleth flicked his tongue across the outer portion of her vagina, then entered it. from that entry point came a bolt of lightning that raced up her spine directly into her brain. "B-B-Byleth, oh, Sothis, Byleth!"

Holding onto her legs, he evacuated her pussy with her tongue, enjoying the carnal dig. Manuela enjoyed it as well, it was there in every scream she made and shiver her body made. The divine swordsman loved hearing the screams and feeling her shivering, both filled him with a romantic and even masculine pride that he recognized as his genuine desire to make this woman feel good. Actually, it would have been more accurate to say it reinforced a feeling he already had. Byleth had experienced and accepted the feeling before, but now, it was coming onto him stronger than ever. Oh, and speaking of strong, her vaginal walls were clapping down on his tongue with some surprising force.

They'd only just started, but for the two, it felt like they'd been going at this for a while. Manuela screamed and shouted in gratitude and bliss. Byleth moaned in pure bliss, he loved pushing his way deeper into her womanly cavern; he let it show. "Mmmmmmmhhh!" He wished he could have told her how good her pussy felt, but eating her out was a far better use of his mouth.

"Aaaaaaaaahhhhh!" she shouted back in response. "Yes, oh goddess yesssss! Keep on going! More! Deeper! Deeper, my love!" Manuela shot her hands downward, grabbing his head and holding onto it. She had to hold onto something, or else Manuela had a feeling that she would fall off the nonexistent edge of the world. Byleth pushed her there by heeding her words, moving all the way to her core. "Byleeeeethhhh! Yessssss! Yesssss!" Her nails dug into his scalp; he didn't seem to mind.

"Mmmmmmmhhhh!"

Manuela had been through enough to know when she was being agreed with. Byleth most definitely agreed with her, her clitoris was under nonstop assault from his tongue, and she was loving it. Her walls tightened and twitched, the orgasm that she felt before growing in magnitude. Thrashing her head to the side, she felt it amassing within her. Manuela finally threw her head back and screamed, her legs wrapping around Byleth's head. Again, he didn't seem to mind, he even seemed to like it as he flicked his tongue against her clitoris again.

New tears amassed in her eyes and began to slide down her eyes. Oh, an orgasm was definitely coming, and when it came, it was going to be big, probably one of the biggest orgasms she'd ever felt. Grabbing onto a wavering string, she started to rock her body. She couldn't catch up to the rhythm of Byleth's licks and thrusting, but that was alright, it simply added to the pleasure and that was all that mattered.

"Byleth!"

The orgasm that had been coming up behind her slammed into her with the force of a cannonball. Manuela was perfectly fine with that. Raw ecstasy swept through her, starting from her pussy, which expunged a torrent of love nectar, reaching up to her brain, which fizzled with euphoric fire. Her juices spewed out, hitting Byleth I the face, much to his joy.

So, this is what 'love nectar' tastes like. Heh, not bad, but only because it's yours, Manuela. His mental voice was calm with joy, his mouth licked up the singer's gushing juices with the vigor of an excited puppy. The juices kept on coming, and he kept on lapping them up. He wasn't enough to keep them from lapping up all of her juices, but Byleth came pretty close. No matter what, he didn't pull away, he simply kept on licking them up.

Feeling her back hit the bed, Manuela panted, air not able to come fast enough into her lungs, yet not leaving them fast enough. Her legs felt wobbly as did the rest of her body. With her orgasm, her grip on his skull finally relaxed, but she kept her fingers sprayed across his head. "That…was…that was…"

"You taste like cinnamon, Manuela, the finest cinnamon that I've ever had." She was surprised to see him having risen his head. Her juices covered his face, making his smile all the more magnificent to gaze upon.

"A-A-And your c-cum is…it tastes great." It felt hard to come up with a response. Byleth chuckled, then went back down to her pussy, licking up the residual cum between her legs. Manuela let her head fall back again and moaned as she felt his tongue moving across her pussy. "Oh goddess, Byleth…yes, that's it, baby. Your tongue is…it's simply something else."

A minute of him sucking her clit passed, and goddess, did she enjoy it. The enjoyment lingered in her when it ended, when he raised his head up and smiled at her. Byleth crawled toward her, every second her heart pounding like a drumbeat. Once he got to her face, Manuela seized his lips. She tasted cum on his lips, her cum, he happily gave it to her, pushing his tongue into her mouth. Their kiss left their respective bodies buzzing with sexual excitement that was far from burnt out.

"So's yours," he whispered to her once they broke for air. "And your boobs…and your vagina, everything about you, Manuela…is incredible."

"Ah, look at you, sweet talking me into giving you more." She cooed wrapping her arms around his neck. "Byleth, I want to-"

"So do I. I've…I wanted to back in the theater, just like you did. It's just…I wanted it to be some place better, you deserve to have this happen here in a proper bed." He explained while gripping his cock with his right hand.

"Which is exactly why I'm sure you're the one." She wasn't blind to what he was doing, she was waiting for it, hungering for it. "Do it, take me. After you, I shall have no other." Manuela spread her legs out, subtly telling him she was fine with him being on top. She wanted to feel the full force of his body bearing down on her, feel him claiming her as his own.

"And you'll be my one and only." He declared with fire burning in his eyes. That fire burned within his cock, which he inserted into the songstress' utterly soaked pussy. It slid in with immense ease, and within seconds, he felt her vaginal walls pressing down on his member. "Aaaaaaahhhh…M-M-Manuela, Sothis…Manuela…"

"It feels amazing, doesn't it, Byleth." She made a small gasp herself, feeling his hardness filling her up. It'd been years since she'd had a man inside of her, almost six to be exact. Sure, she'd still had her flings during Byleth's time at the academy, but the more she got to know him, the more she began to fall for him, the more she held off on inviting men into her bedroom, or between her legs. He moaned, wrapping his arms around her waist and pushed his cock deeper into her. "Ooooohhh, faster, darling. Don't be afraid to get rough with me, I can take it."

No sooner had she finished speaking was he thrusting into her with all that he had. Byleth felt her boobs bouncing against his chest, it was intoxicating to him and made him push deep into her. Manuela responded with a howl and tightening of her legs. Those too further aroused him. He held onto her, "I won't stop and I won't ever let you go. I don't want you to ever think of another man besides me!" The swordsman growled.

"I promise, I won't! I swear it!" Manuela shouted as she was rocked by wave after wave of sensual euphoria. It utterly smashed every layer of coherency that remained in her mind. There weren't that many left everything that they'd been through. "Aaaaaaahhhhhh! Oooooohhhh yeaaaaaahhh! More! Give me more, Byleth! Fuck me, fuck me until your cock is all I can think about!"

Gone was the sly and gentle man that had gracefully danced his way into her heart. She was now in the arms of the other side of him, the side of him that had been building, the side of him that Manuela had always quietly yearned for.

He spared no expense in fucking her, throwing his full force into his thrusts. Each one made Manuela feel like she was being blasted by a star, warmth and raw pressure leaving her breathless. She threw her head back and screamed, as it was all she could do. Trying to match his thrusts were impossible as he was moving at such a speed that she couldn't hope to match it, not to mention there was a part of her that genuinely didn't want to.

"YES! BY THE GODDESS, YESSSS! THIS IS WHAT I'VE BEEN WAIITNG FOR!"

"SO TIGHT…SO TIGHT AND WARM, MANUELA!"

All she could do was hold onto him as he rocked her world, literally. The warrior held her close, his Crest Stone heart beating, pulsating, with vigorous, lustful energy.

"BYLETH, MORE! MOOOORE!"

"MINE…YOU'RE MINE, MANUELA!"

"YES, I AM! I'M YOURS! I SHALL FOREVER BE YOUR WOMAN! AND YOU…YOU SHALL FOREVER BE MINE!"

Their voices shook the room just as their bodies shook the bed beneath them. Sweat glistened down their bodies, markings being left on their backsides as they continuously grinded against each other, connected in the most intimate way possible. His cock worked like a battering ram, smashing its way into her pussy, whose walls fell down upon it with the force of a collapsing mountain. One feed into the air, the two mystic sword users screaming in raw ecstasy.

"OOOOOOHHH! RIGHT THERE, BYLETH! YESSSS!"

"GGGGGRRRRRRR!"

It was…strange, this primal urge to make the woman in his arms keep on shouting his name. Byleth might have wondered if this was all him, had he not been thinking about nothing but her pleasure and his. Her walls just kept on squeezing his cock, making him thrust deeper and harder into her. Manuela screamed over and over again, begging him for more, which he happily delivered. As he thrusted into her, he could feel something building within him; within seconds, he knew what it was. Byleth's green eyes glowed as he looked down at her. Acting on erotic impulse, she seized his lips. Their resulting kiss had all the passion of a raging forest fire, both were saddened when it ended, but the pleasure continued.

"MANUELA, I'M GOING TO-"

"CUM! SO AM I, DARLING! DO IT, CUM INSIDE OF ME! SPLATTER MY INSIDES WITH YOUR JUICES!"

Though she still couldn't keep up with him, she rocked her body against his, throwing a match into the already greater fire in him. Shutting his eyes, Byleth reeled back, almost pulling the whole of his cock out of her, then pushed it back in.

"MANUELA!"

"BYLETH!"

His cum shot straight into her womb, splashing down in it. Along the way, it mixed with her love nectar, gushing out from all sides, splattering his harden member. The songstress clung to the warrior's back, her nails digging into his skin leaving another set of imprints. She held him as his cum was pumped into her, and he held her as he felt her juices wash over his member. It was their first orgasm as a couple, the first of many, that they both knew.

Falling forward, Byleth sandwiched Manuela between his body and the bed. She welcomed the position, feeling his cum continue to shoot into her, her body shuddering nonstop. Her legs remained wrapped around his waist, she felt their join cum leaking out of her pussy. Manuela loved the feeling of her pussy overflowing with love nectar, hers and that of the man she loved. Yes, she was sure now more than ever than she loved Byleth Eisner.

And he definitely loved her.

"Mine," he whispered into her ear.

"Yes, my love, I am. Yours and yours alone." She was honestly happy that Byleth had some hidden possessive side of him. It was a good match to her own as she knew that she'd never be able to let him go. "I know that you'll hold me like this for the rest of my life."

"I will, I promise, Manuela." There were promises that he made, promises that he'd die to keep. The one that he made to Manuela was one of those, perhaps one of the most serious promises he'd ever made. He cradled her against him, a familiar feeling overcoming him. Byleth had felt his way every time he held her in his arms-this urge to protect her against any and all threats. Gradually, a second urge had cropped up within him, the urge to love her.

Running her hands over the "claw marks" that she'd left, Manuela purred in delight. "I know, and I promise to love you for the rest of my life." She didn't care what stood in their way, she didn't care that they still had one last battle before them in this wretched war. Actually, it's possible that that final battle was what spurned her to do what she'd done. She knew that Byleth would be helping lead the charge against Edelgard alongside Dimitri.

As she rose, she became aware of his lingering hardness, and the fact that he was still buried deep within her. Byleth became aware of that as well when she gyrated her hips against his.

"One more time, Byleth." Fully dislodging from him, she let a small stream of cum pour out of her pussy. Propping herself up on her hands and knees, she faced the bed board. "Take me like this, lay claim to me as your woman."

Somewhere inside, Byleth was…happy that she wasn't averse to "doggy style" as he head it called. Apparently…he was into having sex like that; maybe there was a dom in him that was beginning to come out. That's probably what pulsed through him as he once more took hold of his cock and aimed it at Manuela's pussy, his left hand held her by the hip.

"Your ass is…amazing." He whispered with a thick blush.

Manuela didn't need to turn around to know that it was there. "Of course it is, am I not the most beautiful woman in all of Adrestia?"

"You are." Byleth laughed in response. Then, he thrusted into her, Manuela moaned in sexual bliss at the renewed occupation of her womanly hole. His right hand fastened itself to her hip, "And you're all mine."

"Yes, darling…I…I am." Goddess, for a second time, his thrusts rocked her world. It was even better getting taken from behind as she could truly feel every thrust Byleth made with his sizable girth. Manuela gripped the sheets, her eyes widening as she felt his cock moving in and out of her. "More, baby! Harder! Give it to me even harder!"

Smirking, he reeled back, then rammed his hips forward, driving his cock straight into the diva's wet hole. Manuela expectedly screamed, arching her back like a wildcat. She stayed arched like that as Byleth followed that thrust up with several dozen more, relishing how Manuela's pants turned into fiery screams. He matched her with masculine grunts that gradually grew as his thrusts grew harder and faster.

"Yes! Yes! YES! THAT'S IT, BYLETH! TAKE ME LIKE THIS EVERY DAY!"

"I PLAN ON IT, MANUELA!"

The bed rocked as the two vigorously made love for a second time. Breasts swinging, Manuela buried herself in the bed, sticking her out ass out for Byleth's pleasure. His hips repeatedly slapped against it, his member once more excavating her pussy. The songstress' vaginal walls squeezed his member, attempting to force another orgasm. Growling in pleasure, Byleth pulled back, then rocked his hips forward in a mighty thrust that drew forth a mighty scream from the Adrestian woman.

"AAAAAHHHHH!"

"OHHHHHHH, YESSSS! I'M YOURS, BYLETH! YOURS TO HAVE, YOURS TO FUCK, YOURS TO BREED!"

His eyes flashing, he moved his hands from her hips, sliding them beneath her to cup her breasts. With a firm hold on them, Byleth pulled her toward him, her back slamming against his chest. Manuela quickly adjusted to this new position, rocking her hips in tandem with his and looping her arms around his neck.

"BYLETH, OOOOOOOOOHHHH!"

"I SWEAR IT…I LOVE YOU FOR THE REST OF ETERNITY, MANUELA!"

"AND I YOU, MY DARLING!"

The erotic pose couldn't last, but Byleth and Manuela did their best to make it so. Pleasure was fast building up in both of them, pushing them to another orgasm. They rode out that short but sweet journey with kisses and screaming. The warrior cupped the songstress breasts, his fingers clinching at her nipples. Manuela would break the kiss to cry out, then rock her hips backward, pushing Byleth's member deeper. As much as she could, she worked her vaginal muscles on his member, squeezing them with all her might.

"MANUELA! MANUELA"

"YESSSSSS! OH, BYLETH!"

"MANUELA!"

"BYLETH!"

Her walls clamped down on his member, her juices exploding forth. Close a fraction after they did, Byleth's cock shot a new surge of cum directly up into her. The divine swordsman held her as he came in her, and her on him. He felt her juices mixing with his and running down the length of his cock. Fiery euphoria assailed him, making him rock his hips alongside hers. They continued to fuck each other while their bodies orgasmed, prolonging it and staining the bed beneath them; not that either of them cared in the slightest.

As she was filled with new life, Manuela turned her head about to catching Byleth's lips in a kiss. Their orgasmic screams were muffled as they continued to cum into each other, once more cementing the bond of love that they now shared. They held that position for several minutes, all the way to the end of their joint orgasm.

"I love you, Manuela." Byleth was the first to whisper.

It was three simple words she'd waited so long to hear, and the moment didn't disappoint. Tears spilled from her eyes as she held him, "I love you too, Byleth. I love you with all of my heart."

"As do I," he held her against him, listening to the soft beating of her heart. Byleth hoped she could hear his as well, his Crest Stone heart which meat with a magical pulse in place of a mortal one. In spite of its otherworldly nature, it could beat, and it was beating for the woman in his arms.

"Enough…that you'll come back to me when this is over with? And stay with me?" The Divine Songstress questioned; she already knew what the answer would be.

"I swear, Manuela, I will." He declared in the soft yet passionate voice she'd come to know and love.

They were going to need a good night's sleep before they set out tomorrow with the rest of the army. It would be the final push to Enbarr, where the final chapter of the war would be written. Byleth knew that he would have a hand in writing it. Manuela knew that she would see that ending performed on stage. She quietly vowed that she would supervise at least one retelling, for Byleth's sake so the world would know of what he'd done, of the hero he was.

But in the end, she would be the one he'd always return to. The story of his life would continue, and it would be with her at his side, just as he would be by hers for the remainder of her story. No, it wasn't his or hers…it was theirs.

Fin

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Finally checked off my Byleth/Manuela lemon. Took way longer than I planned, but I did it, and in a separate story from my ongoing Byleth/Manuela fic. A mixture of time restraints and some personal thoughts led to this story, though make no mistake, "A Lullaby for a Demon" will continue and it will have its own lemony bits to it.

"I Will Be There," from the Count of Monte Cristo is a song that I felt suited Byleth and Manuela on account of it's a love song about two lovers essentially promising to reunite. The song's from the play which connects to Manuela and Byleth struggling to return to his loved ones is where the other half came in. Hey, who's to say that he couldn't have developed a good singing voice while he was at the Monastery? I've been trying to do more songfics lately, Byleth and Manuela felt like a couple that I could do that with; I hope you all enjoyed it! Leave your thoughts in the reviews!