Hey, everyone. My line of Three Houses fics continue. This one's a lemon and it'll be featuring Byleth and a student (post time skip of course), and that lucky student in none other than Leonie. Now yes, I know she's somewhat of a contentious character, but that's nothing new for me, especially given my last couple of stories. In this story, I'm going to take a crack at defusing the whole Jeralt obsession thing by interpretation it was what I always think it was-a strong admiration that sometimes drove her to say some stupid things and how her relationship with Byleth evolves into a romance. This story will also be my first Three Houses fic set in the Verdant Wind route. Hope you all enjoy!
I do not own anything.
A Promise Going Both Ways
Leonie felt sore as she opened her eyes. First and foremost, she saw the ceiling of a tent up, through it she could hear droplets of pouring rain. Of course it was raining, they were in the rainy season and heading deep into Alliance territory. It'd been raining the past two days, only growing intense enough that they had to stop and rest. Unfortunately, their break hadn't lasted long as the enemy, the Agarthans had chosen that moment to attack. Leonie wasn't at all surprised; they likely knew they were coming and weren't going to just sit on their hands and knees.
What worried her was why would they just send ground forces? Why not launch one of those…javelins at them? Leonie suspected that for all their power, they couldn't be used at will. If they could, the orange-haired woman knew Fódlan would look remarkably different. Then again, if they failed, the continent would end up looking like hell anyway-the only positive would be that none of them would be alive to see it. She, along with the rest of her housemates, had resolved to make sure that future didn't come to pass.
Leonie had personally resolved that didn't happen, mainly since if it did, it would mean the death of someone very important to her. His face popped into her mind causing her heart to beat in frenzy. Her arms were stretched out to the side as she attempted to push herself upward.
As if beckoned by her actions, Byleth appeared at the tent's entry, his eyes widening at the sight of her.
Her already fast-beating heart accelerated at the sight of her former teacher. She hadn't thought of him as her teacher in a long time, yet he'd been on her mind near nonstop. Ever since he came back to them from a five-year absence, she'd always felt her heart stir in excitement whenever she saw him. Even when he looked to her with such open concern; she considered herself lucky that he would look at her in such a way.
"You shouldn't be up." Byleth declared.
"Hey, you're the one who healed me, right?" She asked to which he shut his mouth and simply nodded his head. "Byleth, I feel…well, since you did it, I feel fine. Sure, my left leg's a little sore, but that'll pass in time."
"Then don't aggravate it." The green-haired swordsman declared. "Leonie, you…you haven't changed in some ways. You're still a go-getter." His frown curved into a light-hearted smile that made her heart flutter. "That's something I've always liked about you."
Leonie could feel her cheeks heating up thanks to his kind-hearted smile. She did her best to stifle it as she looked away. "W-W-Well, i-it's part of who I am. N-N-Not to mention y-you're kind of like me in that way. You can be pretty daring too. In my opinion…that's a pretty good trait for a leader to have." She knew she was speaking of them as warriors, which they both were. The thing was, Byleth was more than just a warrior now. He was an equal to Claude and Lady Rhea's chosen successor, he was more than just a mere fighter like her; in the grand scheme of things, he'd started to become more since he took the Sword of the Creator.
At the moment though, Byleth didn't look like any of that, he looked like a man consumed by concern and relief. Try as she might, Leonie couldn't fully suppress the joy she felt in knowing it was focused on her. Talk about selfish.
"Alright then, can I lift your leg up?" The Enlightened One asked.
"S-S-Sure." The Alliance native responded, her cheeks still gaining some redness. It grew as Byleth moved to her left leg and lifted it up. Her heart raced as she felt his hands, his warm and gentle hands touch her skin. Heavenly light radiated from his hands and began to flow into her. "Aaaaahhh…this feels better than when Flayn did it." There was a beat. "Um, don't tell her I said that."
He laughed. "My lips are sealed."
So were hers. While Leonie liked Flayn and valued her as both a friend and one of their army's best healers, she…honestly preferred it when Byleth healed her. She preferred it more so than even Marianne, Mercedes, or Professor Manuela. With Byleth there was something different.
Maybe she already knew what that something was, but Leonie wasn't ready to admit it yet, not to mention she knew now really wasn't the time for it. They were on their way to confront the Agarthans, the source of all of Fódlan's evils. From the continent's original decimation to the near total genocide of the Goddess' Children to all the tragedies that had befallen the land and affected her generation. The same bastards who were responsible for Captain Jeralt's death and taking Byleth away from her for five years.
No, not just me, everyone else. Leonie. Get that through your head. The Bow Knight mentally chided. How many times was she going replace the Golden Deer House with solely herself? Goddess, I'm such a selfish person, and those are the type of people that I-
"Leonie." Byleth called rousing her from her thoughts. Looking up at him, she was left completely speechless at the deep and thoughtful look on his face. She saw concern for her, such naked concern that Leonie felt a sudden impulse to throw herself into his arms and assure him of her health and safety. She knew that's what he was focused on. "When we get to the Agarthans' stronghold…you're going to stick to me like a shadow, aren't you?"
Her heart skipped a beat. "I-I…well, someone's going to have to. I mean, you're the reincarnation of the goddess, o-one of our leaders, t-t-the strongest fighter in Fódlan! Y-You're…you're…you're so important to everyone." Leonie fought with herself on rather or not to stop there. The fight only grew more intense as she looked into his leafy green eyes. She could still remember when she looked into them and they seemed almost empty, only gaining substance when certain topics were broached, then they began to gain substance at all times as he more fully developed emotions. She found herself slowly but surely becoming mesmerized by them, just as she was now. "Byleth…you're important to me. A-A-As more than just my employer." One side had waved the white flag in the internal battle.
It signaled something within Byleth, whose eyebrows rose in shock. Suddenly, he looked away, his eyes downcast as proof that he was having an eternal battle within himself. Evidently, one side waved the white flag as well. "Leonie, you're very important to me too. That's why whenever you get hurt, especially defending me it's…painful. I know that's probably not the thing you want to hear, but…"
"It's okay." The archer declared. "Byleth, I'm happy that you're so concerned about me. It's…"
"You were one of my students, you're a comrade, and you're a valued friend." Her former professor proclaimed, his lips curving into another heartfelt smile. "If something were to happen to you, I'd be…I'd be devastated."
"That goes both ways, Byleth." She impulsively said. Once the words were out, she figured she might as well go the rest of the way. She sat up on her knees, looking straight at him. "When we first met, I just saw you as Captain Jeralt's apprentice and my rival, and my teacher. Heh, as you know, I sometimes forgot about that last part.
Byleth chuckled. "It's fine. Sometimes I forgot you were my student and treated you like a rival and a fellow mercenary. Thanks to you and the rest of the Golden Deer…I learned what it felt like to truly have friends. If I have to, I'd gladly give my life for all of you."
"But you shouldn't, and I'm going to do everything in my power to make sure you don't have to." Leonie passionate fired back. Her right hand shot out, grabbing his and firmly holding onto it. Neither of them were wearing their gloves meaning they were able to feel each other's bare skin. It felt good for the both of them. "You can't…I swear on my soul, I won't let you die, no matter what happens." Fire burning within her, she took hold of both his hands. "I know what you're going to say, but Byleth, this is my choice. If push comes to shove, I'll give my life for yours because…because…" The truth built up within her, yet she forced it down. "Because you're special to me, Byleth."
His eyes widened and his jaw dropped. Leonie could tell there was something he wanted to say to her. Frankly, what he could have said terrified her, but she suppressed that terror knowing she had to stand strong. When it came to Byleth, she always tried to do that.
After several seconds, his eyes narrowed and his focused on her with equal intensity. "Leonie…I'll accept that promise, but you'll have to accept one in return. I will do everything in my power to protect you, even if it means giving up my life." His seriousness was broken by a surprisingly humorous laugh that ended up leading to Leonie laughing as well. "How's about we both promise to look after each other in the up incoming battle?"
"That sounds like a good plan. I'll do my part, and I'm sure you'll do yours, Byleth." The Bow Knight affirmed with a brimming smile. It was because Byleth was smiling, he was smiling at her.
"Great, now then, ready to go? I'm pretty sure the others are starting to get worried about you." The swordsman laughed.
Leonie stood up, removing her left hand from his right, but still holding onto him with her right. She mentally chided herself on not completely breaking away from him, but she couldn't, she didn't want to. As they walked toward the exit of the medical tent, she suspected that maybe Byleth didn't want to let go of her either. That was good, that meant they would do their best to keep each other alive when the final battle started.
Both of them resolved that when it ended, they would both be there standing beside one another, maybe a little dented, but alive none the less.
"So, would you…like it if this became your office?"
He could see how shocked and even a little uncomfortable she was in hearing his question. Clearly, Leonie was still struggling to come to grips with everything that had happened. She wasn't the only one. Byleth definitely wasn't expecting to be walking the Monastery hand-in-hand with his fiancée. Even amongst all the current titles and deeds he had to his name, that one still shook him, maybe because it was the most recent one.
Not an hour earlier, he'd just proposed to one of his former students, and she'd accepted. Every step he took, Byleth felt like his legs could collapse and he'd melt into a puddle of joy and surreal euphoria. That was one reason why he held onto Leonie's hand as they walked Garreg Mach in the early hours. The other reason was that he simply liked holding her hand, free of their combat gloves. Evidently, she liked it as well as she pulled him into the office while still holding onto him.
"I…guess so. I mean, y-you're right that I'm going to need a place to work and manage my affairs." It was funny. Five years ago, this practically would have been a dream come true; Leonie supposed the mixture of excitement and anxiety she was feeling was proof that she'd changed. This office wasn't the same as it had been five years ago. For starters, there wasn't a faint smell of liquor in it. Leonie quietly vowed to do her best to keep that from happening; it wouldn't do for the king's wife, the queen of Fódlan, becoming an alcoholic.
Together, they stepped up to the desk. It undoubtedly wasn't the same that Jeralt had worked at, it'd been destroyed along with ninety-percent of the other furniture in the Monastery. This was a replacement, one that would serve as Leonie's.
"I'll do my best." She declared.
"That's all I'm sure he would have asked of you." Byleth softly supported.
Turning to him, the archer had a familiar fire burning in her eyes. Seeing it caused a stir in Byleth and reminded him why he'd begun to fall in love with this woman. "True, but I'm not just doing this for him. I'll be doing this for you, everything that I'll do from here on out…I'll do it for your sake. You are my husband."
"Soon-to-be husband." He politely corrected.
Her laughter was like a spring wood, soothing and invigorating. "You know, I never thought I'd be…getting married, least of all to a guy like you."
"And I certainly never thought that I'd…we've come a long way, haven't?" The future king stated with a nervous laugh. Leonie joined him.
"I'm happy that you stopped seeing me as your student. That would have made this even more awkward."
"Truth be told, I've come to see the Battle of Garreg Mach five years ago as your…graduation." The former mercenary proclaimed.
"Yeah…I remember you telling us that. Some of the other mercenaries like Ron told us that surviving the siege was an achievement itself." The memory of the dreadful battle had stayed with her just as it did with her housemates and classmates. It was a day of blood and tears, both of which seemed to flood the Ogma Mountains which rung with the sounds of battle. Leonie would never forget the festering sense of failure that gripped them all, but seemed to strangle her. "We lost so much on that day…but, I like to think that maybe we've gotten some of it back." Leaning against him, she let the last of her walls come down. "I can tell you about how scared I was that day thinking that I lost you…and it'll never be enough."
"I'm sorry, Leonie." Byleth whispered, his heart weighed down by heavy sorrow as he thought of the pain his disappearance had caused. Everyone had told him that it wasn't his fault, hell, even Rhea had attempted to shoulder the blame onto herself. In the end though, he knew it was his own recklessness that had landed him at the bottom of a dark ravine.
The orangette shook her head as she turned around to face him. "I'm the one who should be sorry. Byleth, I owe you so many apologies it's unreal." Her hands drifted down, gripping his as she leaned into his chest. Normally, Leonie never would have done something like this, not with anyone. Being this…lovey-dovey just wasn't her thing. Hilda? Definitely. Lysithea? Regardless of what she said, she was definitely lovey-dovey with Cyril. Leonie faintly remembered that even Marianne seemingly had something with Prince Dimitri. Something that had gone…a long way. All of her classmates, but not her, not until Byleth came back.
"Leonie?" Byleth whispered.
"Don't worry, I know our whole relationship isn't going to be filled with me trying to make up for being such a brat. I want it to be filled with…with…" A familiar burning enveloped her cheeks as she stared into his leafy green eyes. The more she stared, the more wobbly her legs went and the faster her breathing became.
"Leonie," Byleth whispered. He knew what was running through her mind, the same thing was running through his. The swordsman could hear her frantically racing heart thumping in her chest, just like his. He tore his hands from hers and wrapped his arms around her waist.
The Bow Knight immediately raised her arms and wrapped them around her fiancée's body. He was so strong, yet so kind and understanding; he would make a perfect king for Fódlan. Together with Claude, the future was undoubtedly bright. She wanted to do her part to safeguard that future, and she would.
But she would also enjoy it, every second of it spent alongside him. Which she could start now.
She began to lean forward, her focus on his lips just as his were on hers.
Until Byleth stopped her. "Um, why not do this…somewhere? I mean, this was father's old office and…"
Wide-eyed, Leonie separated from him, grabbed his hand, and sped out the door. Her cheeks were still burning red, not at all helped by Byleth's amused snickering. This was going to be one hell of a way to start the morning.
"Inside." Byleth whispered in a hushed tone.
Leonie felt her hand searching for the door handle, grabbing it then moving right on past it, twice. On the third try, she realized she was holding it and turned the knob; she and Byleth practically stumbled their way in, still kissing each other with the fervent of long-lost lovers. It was a surprise for both of them, but a pleasant one. The amorous feeling coursing through them they accepted and chose to keep on fueling. Brief separations for air gave them a slim chance to take stock of their surroundings. At the rate they were going, it was highly probable that they'd pump into something on the way to the bed.
This was undoubtedly the first time Byleth had ever entered his room with this feeling, and with his lips being so eagerly eaten out by a woman. Leonie had outright told him that it was the same for her. Ah, this was a glorious first for the both of them, one that was going to live on in their memories for a long time. It was also going to be the first of many romantic rendezvous; that they were sure of as they looked into each other's eyes while they kissed each other. Their eyes remained locked when they broke for air. Neither of them had ever bee this breathless outside of battle. In fact, the exhilaration racing through them could almost put the adrenaline rush of combat to shame. Both Byleth and Leonie had heard of this unique type of rush before, but neither of them had ever thought it'd be something they would experience.
The Divine Demon laughed, which caused his former student to laugh as well. Without saying a word, their minds were in sync, their thinking exactly the same.
Leonie's cheeks grew darker as she hiked herself up against Byleth, whose arms wrapped around her legs near simultaneously. Their bodies were so pressed against each other, they could practically feel the burning hot arousal coursing through the both of them. The shared arousal combined into a fire that was growing hotter and brighter by the second. By the time it died down, both fighters knew that they'd have burnt the entire room to cinders. Perhaps literally given the fervor in which they began to kiss each other again, their bodies moving about in an almost haphazard manner. They were originally aiming for the bed, but somewhere along the line, Byleth believed they started to lose their way.
Finally, they bumped into something. He fully expected them to come crashing down on something hard, but instead, both he and Leonie felt the softness of the mattress cushion their fall. It was enough to get them to break the kiss.
"Hehehe, imagine that. Talk about luck!" The orange-headed exclaimed.
"I would have done my best to catch you if you fell." Byleth spoke with a small yet heartfelt smile.
"You know, I'd say that's my job…" Her ungloved hand rose up and caressed his cheek. This was the fourth time that she'd done so, and the second time she did it without a glove. Doing so meant something else, it meant something more intimate. Back then, she hadn't quite been ready to fully accept what that meant, but that had so happily changed. "But that's what makes you such a good man. It makes me so much more motivated to keep you alive…and stay at your side."
His right hand moved to the back of her head, pressing it down so their lips could meet in a kiss. It quickly reached boiling-hot temperatures as the couple affectionately waged war with their lips. He took the lead, flicking his tongue against hers and gradually overwhelming it. Byleth tried to recall all the books that he'd read about lovemaking, but those written words were far from his mind. It was increasingly becoming filled with nothing but the burning hot desire he felt for the archer. He let that desire guide him as he kept on kissing her; luckily, she seemed incredibly receptive to his forward demeanor. Knowing Leonie, she'd have been the exact same way if their positions were reversed and she was the one in charge. A thrill ran through Byleth at the thought of that-he always said he wanted to see how far she could go.
But first, she would see how far he could go.
"Mmmmmhhhmmm! Mmmmmmmmmhhhhh!" Leonie wasn't a lewd woman by any means, or at least she didn't think she was on Hilda's level. She could practically hear her whispering in her ear, cheering her on as she practically melted into Byleth's arms. Leonie wasn't the type of person to ever seek out solace in the arms of another, but Byleth had always been something of an exception. She felt so foolish in taking until now to realize why. In his arms she could find not only solace but also the romantic affection that most women dreamed of. Having some of that affection aimed at her had never been a priority for her, but she was so happy to be proven wrong. They broke for air, their lips already cherry-red. "Byleth," was the sole word she whispered. "Byleth,"
He kissed her again, raising his head up to kiss her instead of bringing her down. Amazingly, he was gentler this time, perhaps testing her to see how she responded to it. Leonie liked his gentle kisses just as much as his rough and aggressive ones. Rather than war, their tongues simply brushed up against each other. It felt like the kind of kiss that was a prelude to something more, yet at the same time extremely satisfying.
Leonie sat upright, seeing that she was straddling her former professor atop his bed. The entire thing was so surreal that she was tempted to right the whole thing off as a dream, one she'd fervently deny having. Byleth rose up so he was eye-level with her; in his eyes, the fact this wasn't a dream was so strongly affirmed. His hand reached up and caressed her cheek, his gloves felt warm. In caressing her cheek though, he realized that he still had them on. Byleth's eyes darkened as some invisible impulse overcame him.
"I think it's time we lost the armor…and clothes, don't you think, Leonie?" When did his voice become so husky? When did it become so goddess-damn arousing? Leonie didn't know, but she sure as hell wasn't complaining.
A-A-Alright, h-h-here goes nothing! Inhaling through her nose, the orange-haired Bow Knight rocked her hips against Byleth's. The former mercenary groaned in what was undoubtedly sexual enjoyment. Leonie felt like her heart was going to explode within her chest as the sound reverberated through her ears. "I-I-I think so too, Byleth. A-A-After all…what need is there for them in a place like this and at a time like now?" Leonie hoped from the bottom of her heart that she sounded sexy. Sometimes she watched Hilda's flirty more closely than she would have cared to admit. Now, she was hope that she'd watched her enough to replicate the sound of a woman very much wanting to sleep with the man she was in love with.
A flash in Byleth's eyes told her that she succeeded. His hands wrapped around her waist pulling her closer against him. Through his pants, she felt a certain bulge that made her mind spin. Not seeing it but feeling it seemed to be more arousing for her. Perhaps feeding into it was the fact that Leonie knew the member currently rising within the divine warrior was rising for her, Assertive, at times nosey, combative, and direct her-she was the last person that she think Byleth would ever be aroused by. But he was being aroused by her, he wanted to make love to her, she could see it in his eyes. That look was reflected in her own ember-colored eyes.
Their bodies rocked against each other as they kissed again, over and over again. Though they'd proclaimed their intent to get rid of their clothes and armor, getting around to that might take a little bit more time. It was clear they were certainly enjoying the taste of each other's lips. Separating for even a second seemed impossible on both of their accounts.
Using his hold on her, Byleth flipped the two of them over so it was Leonie lying on the bed and him atop of her. The Bow Knight's breath caught in her throat as she stared up into the leafy-green eyes of her "client", her charge, and as of the last several minutes, her lover. She could feel every beat of her heart, now racing like an arrow shot from its bow. Leonie tried to think of something to say, but nothing came to mind. Her mind was a massive blank, a deep dog of lustful intent having fell upon it. All it would take was a simple motion for that fog to become a blistering how storm. She wanted to call out to Byleth to be the one to make that move, but again, her mouth was frozen stiff. Though air passed through it, she couldn't bring herself to say a single word, only pant in erotic excitement at what was to come.
Slowly, Byleth descended upon her lips again, giving her a long and tender kiss that Leonie gracious accepted. Her arms rose and wrapped around his backside, she wanted to hold him against her forever, she would if she could.
Though she would have liked the kiss to last, it had to end eventually. Byleth slowly pulled away from her mouth, something that made her groan in disappoint. Chuckling, he gave her a peck on the check.
"Patience, honey. I have to get you out of those provocative clothes first." He whispered.
"P-P-Provocative!" Leonie accused. "H-H-How in the hell a-a-are they provocative! I-I don't go around dressed l-l-like Hilda."
Flashing her a smirk that had her cheeks burning hotter than a Ragnarök spell, he moved downward, taking his sweat time in doing so. Leonie saw his nose twitch once he got to her waist. A cold sense of fear and a searing hot sense of excitement gripped her as he momentarily paused at her waistline. His momentary stare only made the situation worse.
"Your legs, Leonie. You've got probably one of the finest pair of legs a man can ever lay eyes on…and you go around showing them off in those sexy black legs and those short-shorts.
Breathing hard, she consciously spread her legs out a little more, all in spite of her next words being a half-hearted rebuke of his words. "T-T-That's for mobility. I-I-I need t-t-to be able to m-move around on the battlefield you know. Q-Q-Quickly, e-e-even on a horse."
"Uh-huh," he responded, not at all giving any indicator that he'd accepted her excuse. Knowing Byleth, most definitely not. He chuckled as he moved his hands to her boots and began to undo them. Byleth heard her sigh in relief as he pulled both of them off, throwing them off somewhere to the side. Her toes wiggled freely in front of him. Silently, he ran his hands up her slender legs, listening to her quiet moans of bliss as he did so until he reached her bare skin. That's where he began to rob his fingers, but only for a minute. Byleth pulled back and stood up in front of her. Still leering at her with lust-addled eyes, he removed his gloves. Leonie saw that and reached out her own bare hands. Chuckling, Byleth interlocked their hands and used that interlocking to begin another kiss. It felt so good being able to feel one another's naked skin; it was the first of what was going to be a lot of skin to skin contact between them. To get to the rest of that contact, the clothing and armor they were was going to have to go.
Byleth got to that in pulling away and moving his hands toward the buttons on her tunic. His acute ears heard the sound gasp. Briefly pausing, he flicked his eye up, seeing Leonie's staring back at him, her cheeks a beautiful shade of red. Slowly, she nodded, giving him permission to continue. Though he did, he reached up and affectionately kissed her.
"Mooo…i-if you…keep doing that, y-you'll have me throwing you to the floor and stripping you myself." She messily whispered.
"You'd like that, wouldn't you, Leonie?" He asked with a knowing smirk.
Summoning a thin layer of self-control, she smirked back. "You're damn right I would…and so would you, Byleth."
Her smirk remained even as her orange tunic was thrown open, exposing her pure-white undershirt. Through it, her perky breasts were visible. They rose and fell with every lustful breath that the archer took. Byleth continued to spread her outer tunic out, Leonie spread her arms out while raising her upper body up to help him. Byleth tossed it to the foot of the bed where it was quickly forgotten about. Leonie's arms wrapped around his back as they engaged in yet another kiss that left them both feeling breathless. Recovering first, Leonie moved to return the favor. Byleth's neck brace came off followed by the rest of his outer tunic. In removing it, Leonie could feel the reinforced texture of it, strong enough to deflect a steel sword, which she'd see it do multiple times. She tossed it aside just as Byleth had done with hers leaving him in his dark gray undershirt. That wasn't enough for Leonie, she gripped the gray clothing and practically tore it in half.
Byleth had a brief second of surprise at the act, but accepted it, even laughing at it.
Leonie had seen him shirtless before, ad he remembered how she momentarily paused whenever she did. Like many, she was enamored with the well-toned and well-muscular physique that he maintained. In her case, it was maybe a little more appealing since she was a fighter like him. Her orange eyes moved over his torso, eyeing every scar that he had. Upon getting back to his face, she reached forward and took his hands.
"Me too, Byleth." She whispered in a tender voice that wasn't like her.
Silently nodding, he grabbed the bottom of her undershirt and pulled it upward. He'd been expecting one last obstruction, and he found it in the form of a jet-black bra that actually made her breasts more pronounced.
As he stared at them, Leonie's cheeks reached a new shade of redness. "Are they…big enough for you, Byleth?"
His bare hands rose up and fondled them causing her to moan, Byleth cut it off with a swift kiss. Saliva dripped down her lips as he pulled away and leered at her. "They are, Leonie. You're beautiful, don't ever let anyone else tell you any different. If they do, well…I can think of a long list of punishments to subject them too."
Jubilant laughter burst from her lips as she sprung forward and hugged him. "I appreciate the thought, but I'll try to handle it myself first. If I can't, maybe I'll come to you." He'd really do that…for me. She thought with a mental smile matching her physical one. Leonie didn't know what strange twist of fate had landed her in the arms of such a man, but she became all the more determined to keep him alive after hearing that. It was fast becoming her reason to live, that and also loving him as she was about to do. As she pulled back from him, she realized that she still had some clothing o, namely her pants and leggings. Byleth had called them provocative; why not try and put them to good use?
With her hands against his chest, she pushed him back, though she grinded their lower halves together. Her shapely legs grinded against his, reaching up to his hips. Leonie heard him groan in delight at her actions. Looking down from his face to his waist, she saw a tent fast-forming in between his legs. Seeing it filled her with excitement that manifested in a sultry grin as she continued her actions. Leonie's mind exploded with lewd images of the bulge in his pants being set free and her own womanly folds being exposed, and then filled to the brim with her former teacher's member. Again, Leonie wasn't a lewd woman, but the fact that they were former teacher and student certainly lit a fire in her that tingled her already quivering body. Lewd possibilities of roleplay danced across her mind.
Goddess, how horny am I becoming? Oh, to hell with it! He's my man anyway! I can think whatever lewd things about him I want! He's mine, and so his cock! Thought the archer with a triumphant shaking of a mental fist. She moved her hands back against the mattress in preparation to push herself up, but Byleth was ready to move. She watched him slowly sink to his knees until he was staring at her waist.
"I can smell it, you know."
Her eyes widened, yet she nodded confirming that his moment of hesitation hadn't gone unnoticed. "F-Fuck my pussy! Fuck it, Byleth!" Any other time, she would have been utterly repulsed by the words, but she could feel her pussy tingling in hungry anticipation at the sexual intercourse that was undoubtedly to come. Leonie wanted it from the bottom of her heart, and so did Byleth, who looked at her with a smirk.
"Who am I to resist a request from my lovely bodyguard and future wife?" He reached down, placing his hands against her lower abs. Leonie had a well-toned physique, yet it was also feminine enough to draw one's attention. He knew that Leonie was self-conscious about her looks; Byleth hoped that his encouragement would be enough to get her to start relinquishing those fears. From here on out, he was going to do his absolute best. Leaning down, he kissed her stomach, making her jump. Byleth trailed his kisses further down until he reached her pants, which he began to undo. He could have so easily tore her pants and undies off just like how she tore his tunic apart. Byleth had a feeling that she'd apologize for that in the morning or after they were finished and lucid enough for sane thought. He could have done that, but Byleth decided to be slow and meticulous, knowing it would make Leonie all the hornier. He was right as she continuously shifted her legs, clearly impatient for him to start fucking her.
The archer's blue jeans were tossed to the side exposing her jet-black undies-there was a considerable stain in the middle of them.
"Now, now, I wonder how long this has bee here." He teasingly asked drumming his finger atop her pussy.
"L-Long enough, Byleth." The orangette responded. "P-P-Please, B-Byleth…hurry up!"
With one hand, he ripped her panties off, letting them fall to the side; he dove headfirst into her vagina only a second later.
"Bylllleeetth!" Leonie balled her hands against the sheets, her back arched and air rushed in and out of her lungs simultaneously. "Ooooohhhhh yeeeeaaaaaahhhh!"
Okay, so maybe Leonie was a horny woman, but only when it came to Byleth. He was worth all the men in the world, and she'd choose him over them every single time. Likewise, she'd fight tooth-and-nail to keep her place as his woman.
For his part, Byleth licked and suckled her cunt with the intensity of a starving beggar. Leonie's howls became many as she felt every flick of his tongue against her pussy, which sung in happiness at the oral contact. Byleth kept it up as he explored the archer's wet and waiting pussy with his tongue. This was a new type of exploration that he'd never done before, but he was quickly finding it to be to his liking. Leonie tasted like…like…cream almost, he couldn't quite place the flavor, but whatever it was, he liked a lot and wanted to lap up as much of it as he could. He pushed his tongue deeper and deeper by the second, feeling her almost naked legs swaying about on both sides of his face. Both of his hands were placed against the side of her legs to steady himself as he dug deeper.
"Oooooooohhhhhh! Yeeeeeaaaaaahhhh! Yeeeeaaaaaaahhhh! So this is what feels like!" Leonie shouted as her hips began to move on their own, rocking back and forth while Byleth greedily ate her out. "It's fucking amazing!" Somewhere on the still-thinking side of her brain, she laughed as now Hilda wouldn't be able to tease her for being a virgin thus never knowing what the amorous side if life held. Now she knew, and she was determined to feel more of it, with Byleth at his side. "Aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh!"
Her legs wrapped tight around his head, Byleth responded by sticking his tongue in deeper, and adding his fingers. The latter caused her lustful screams to magnify, they could probably be heard outside the door into the hallway. Byleth was glad that he wasn't expecting any visitors at this hour. If anyone was unfortunate enough to stop by, well…all they had to do was listen for a few seconds and there'd be no denying what was going on. No doubt it was a sound that many wouldn't have thought they'd ever hear coming from his room, and with Leonie being the other half of it. When the time came for them to present themselves, Byleth would be proud to have her at side his, just as she would be proud to stand there beside him. First though, he was going to claim her as his woman; he was busy doing that at the moment.
As comedic as it sounded, he was finally able to place the taste of Leonie's pussy-orange. It was so comical that Byleth would have laughed if he wasn't literally up to his nose in her pussy. He kept on going deeper and deeper until he reached her core. Byleth used his tongue and finger in unison to fuck the archer senseless. Her vaginal muscles tightened around him, constricting around the protrusions in it that was filling it up. His tongue flickered from side to side in all directions, sharing space with his fingers, which he eagerly pumped back and forth. Byleth felt a little bit of his hand-to-hand training coming into play as he used his lightning-fast hands to work the orange-haired woman into a sexual frenzy. Without looking up, he could hear see her thrashing her head from side to side as wave after wave of euphoria slammed into her, dragging her down further and further.
"B-Byyyyyyleth…I-I can feel it! I'm going to cum!" She shouted, tears collecting in her eyes. Strangely, Leonie was happy that she'd never sunk to self-pleasure. Having never done so made this moment all the more…magical in way. As her focus had never been on men or companionship, she never had the need to nor, the imagination. When Byleth came along that had started to change. Had this song and dance between them dragged on for perhaps another year, he might have been the target of a moment of self-pleasure. It was so strange to think about-that potential what-if had been thoroughly replaced by this beautiful reality unfolding beneath her. "Byleth…Byleth…BYLETH!"
Leonie gripped the bedsheets beneath her with her hands while squeezing Byleth's head tight with her thighs. A wave of white feminine nectar burst from her loins directly into his face, spraying it in its entirety. As he did with most things, he took it head on, happily even. His mouth opened allowing as much of the flowing love nectar to pour down his throat as he could. Byleth's body felt invigorated by the sweet taste. He felt an added sense of euphoria from the squeezing of the Bow Knight's legs against the side of his head; he had said that he thought her legs were one of her most appealing features, he stood by that belief now more than ever.
Seconds turned into minutes during which Leonie kept her back arched, but eventually she let it fall down, her breath coming out in quick pants. Between her legs, Byleth continued to lick up her juices, now flowing from her pussy and onto the floor. She was sure that she'd stained the edge of the bed. Sothis knew how stained and torn her chose warrior's bed would be by the time they were finished. As she let out breath after breath, she let an amazing sense of exhaustion and exhilaration wash over her. This was different than the sort that came after a victorious battle, it was so much better.
While she gradually recovered, she listened to Byleth lick up her juices, a fleshy sound she never knew she could derive such joy from. Leonie simply laid back and enjoyed the sound, content to lie in that position until Byleth was finished. On a whim, she reached down and felt Byleth's silky light-green-colored hair. It felt so much like silk, she didn't know if it was because of his Nabatean-based power or if it'd always been like that. A part of her wanted to kick herself for never finding out, but that was the past. She couldn't go back and change it, she could influence the future by acting in the present though, and that's what she'd decided to do.
When the sound stopped, she realized that Byleth was finished. Opening her eyes, she looked down and saw Byleth trailing kisses up her stomach. She loved every one of them. While he kissed her, she felt his hands gliding up her backside. Leonie lifted herself up so he'd be better able to remove her bra. She didn't see where it went, all she felt was its liberation and thus the tickling of air against her nipples. Eventually, that tickling was identified as Byleth's breathing upon it.
"Take them." Leonie whispered looking down at the lime-green mass in front of her chest. Byleth fell atop her left breath, taking the whole of it into his mouth. "Ooooooohhhh, Byleth…that's it. Goddess…yes…fuck 'em, fuck 'em however you want." It wasn't just his mouth-he used his free left hand to massage her right-side boob. Her chest was now fully occupied, the way she heard it should have been. "That's it….yeeeeesssss." When it came to her chest, she'd always bee consciously aware of it. Surprisingly, she was beaten out by Marianne, Hilda not so much. It was only natural her size exceeded Lysithea's, though she also couldn't help but compare herself to others like Mercedes and Constance. Would Byleth look at her the same way most men did her female comrades? The only man whom she cared about did and that was all that matter.
Byleth spent several minutes tending to her breasts, switching his focus up as to prolong the euphoria. Leonie let out lustful moans and pants when he did so, his mouth moving from her left breast to her right with his hand following suit. Her nipples were licked and twisted making her howl and arch her back up several times. Though this was their first time together, he knew all the right moves to make her squirm and dance in his hands. It made her love him even more, and made her consider herself even luckier. What were the odds of her getting a guy like Byleth, and especially after such a rocky start to their relationship?
"They'll always be here for you, Byleth." She whispered, a sliver of rationality returning to her. It continued to rise as Byleth finally moved from her chest on upward to her face. It was a slow uprising, so sloe Leonie could have counted her breaths before she and Byleth were eye-to-eye.
Though seemingly blank, his eyes cackled with loving affection for her. Byleth leaned forward, pumping their foreheads together. "And I'll always be there for you, Leonie." As she'd wrapped her arms and legs around him, he wrapped his arms around her. Their naked chests pressed against each other. His body was far more scar-filled than hers, yet they both bore signs of a warrior's life. They would still be warriors after this, but with a number of other labels added to them; the most important one would be lovers. That label was solidified in boiling hot lava as they kissed on another. The Bow Knight could taste the residue of her juices on her soon-to-be crowned lover's lips. Their tongues were back to raging war with one another, albeit it was a playful war where neither would overcome the other. Byleth pressed Leonie against him as he rolled the two of them over. He sat up and let his hands drift down to her ass cheeks, her naked ass cheeks. Byleth knew she could feel his member pressing against her now exposed pussy; she was wet and he was hard.
Leonie decided it was high time that she did something about the unbalanced state of nakedness. Once again, she put her hands against his chest and pushed him down. Byleth went welling, his heavy breathing a mirror to hers. Like him, she dragged her hands down, her nails gliding over his skin. She didn't have the manicured nails of Hilda or Constance, she had the fingers of a master bowwoman, which in Byleth's opinion were just as good. Those hands slid down his pant legs down to his boots. He heard her untying them then removing them, just as he'd done to her. They moved back up to his belt buckle, which she undid with quiet hast. It was easy to see she was hungry for his cock, and it was most certainly hungry for some attention from her.
Lifting his lower hips a little, he was relieved of his pants leaving him as naked as the day he was born, just like her. Finally free, his cock shot straight up. Fittingly, Leonie stared at it in slack-jawed awe.
"Y-You're…you're…B-B-Byleth…you're…so big." Gasped the archer.
"Um, yeah." He looked away rather sheepishly. Sothis' teasing came back to him, and it bit him in the ass hard. Students and teachers alike talked about him, some even openly questioning how big his "sword" was. The answer was over seven inches, not quite eight, but Byleth was pretty well-endowed, much to his quiet embarrassment. He'd never shown his cock to a woman, and of all people, it was one of his former students, one of the most eager ones at that!
"With her competitiveness and ability, I imagine in a few years she'd make for a good rival to you. Hehehe, or partner." The goddess once said following an afternoon spar with the orange-haired girl. Byleth been blind to the double-meaning of her words; he'd merely dismissed them. He was damn sure she was now laughing her ass off at this moment.
Looking back down at Leonie, he saw she was still gawking at it. Not at all an uncommon reaction. "Leonie," Byleth called feeling an electric jolt racing up his spine. A shadow over his eyes, he summoned as much lust as he could and put them into his words. "My sword needs sharpening…and a sheath. Are you the woman for the job?"
A spurt of cum dripped to the floor beside the bed. It'd be forgotten about until the morning. "Hell yeah, I am."
"Then prove it."
She pounced on him like a wildcat, her lips taking the three-quarters of the rod into her mouth. "MMMMMMMMMHHHHH!"
"AAAAAAAHHH! GOOD, THAT'S VERY GOOD, LEONIE!" He'd bee caught completely by surprise. He never thought it could feel so good having his penis enveloped in a woman's mouth. The Bow Knight's mouth was hot like an oven. His penis ended up taking to the heat, new veins forming along it and being slathered by the girl's fast-moving tongue. There was no need for any other priding, she was blowing him as he'd asked and made it clear she wasn't going to stop util he came. Byleth's Crest Stone heart pulsated at the thought of his cum filling her mouth to the point it was pouring down her cheeks. Fuck…fuck…fuck! Fuck…fuck her…fuck her…fuck her until I'm the only thing she can think about! Me! He had no idea where that near feral voice was coming from…but Byleth decided to listen to it. His hips were reared back the thrusted forward, the hole of his member disappearing into Leonie's mouth. "Aaaaaaaaaahhhhh…" Byleth groaned as it did so, feeling every inch slide into her mouth. It felt incredible beyond words. Pulling his hips back, he repeated the action. Leonie's muffled moan made his heart continue to dance. "Take it all, Leonie." The swordsman whispered down to her.
She'd been looking up at him when he said that. His word was practically a demand from the goddess (which it pretty much was anyway); she got to it in seconds. Leonie swallowed his long and impressive member, her pussy continuing to tingle with excitement. Her mind was racing with thoughts of that monstrous blade inside of her, pounding her insides until they were paste. Subconsciously, her right had reached down and began to finger her pussy, Leonie could feel the wet juices slipping down onto the floor.
Byleth couldn't stop groaning as his lover eagerly took his cock into her mouth, affectionately sucking it off like a woman with experience. It seemed he wasn't the only natural here, or perhaps that was just her enthusiasm giving her the push she needed. Speaking of push, that's what he did when he felt one of her hands begin to massage his balls. Gnashing his teeth, he thrusted into her mouth again, feeling like his penis was being submerged in hot spring water. He loved the feeling and wanted to relish in it. Sitting up, Byleth saw Leonie's lips lovingly sucking him out. It was good, but a voice I his head called for more. Byleth grabbed her by the head and pulled her back, Leonie not saying a word, only gasping in erotic confusion. Teeth barred in a snarl, he slammed his hips forward, were it not for his hold on her head, Leonie might have been pushed back.
"MMMMMMMMMMHHHH! MMMMMMMRRRRRR!" She screamed as much as she could with the fleshy sword lodged in her mouth.
It sounded an awful lot like she was screaming for more, so Byleth gave her what she wanted.
Cum pooled between the orangette's legs as her mouth was used to "sharpen" the Enlightened One's sword. It was a task that she found joy so great there weren't any words to describe it. She wanted to keep at the task forever, do it until the flesh fell from her bones and she had nothing left. It also would have been nice if Byleth kept his hand were it was-atop her and head and using it to push her head forward and back while thrusting his hips forward. Her tongue remained coiled around his rod, ensuring it never completely left her mouth. Leonie moaned and groaned as best she could, her ability to make so much as a peep heavily restricted by the rushing member penis in her mouth. At best, she could only close her eyes and let happy tears of sexual gratification fall freely. The continued fingering of her own pussy was at best a subconscious reflex. An orgasm was coming and it was a little bit of a coin toss over whose it would be.
"Lemppppmmmoeeee!" Apparently, it was Byleth's, his member shooting thick ropes of his semen straight into her mouth.
"MMMMMMMMMMHHH!" She moaned feeling the white nectar stream down her throat and into her stomach. Eve as her gag reflex took over, she still found herself trying to swallow more. It was only by Byleth's hand that she didn't practically choke herself on his seed. His head pulled her away, yet his member continued to erupt. Streams of white masculine juices traveled a short time through the air before hitting her in the face. Leonie moaned in erotic joy at the feel of it. Mouth open, she tried to catch what little of it she could, even tough it was already filled with cum. Her pussy was forgotten about as all of her attention went to the cum he'd blessed her with. It tasted so…so…good.
Byleth panted as he slid his hands back and relaxed a little. With his first orgasm came a brief sense of exhaustion followed by relief and fulfilment that he'd never known. He supposed this was part of what having an orgasm was; it was undoubtedly a pleasant feeling. After a while, he wiped the sweat from his brow, and in doing so he remembered that he wasn't alone. There was someone whom he owed this feeling to.
He never thought the day would come when he saw Leonie's face covered in cum, much less his. Not only had it came, but looking at it made Byleth extremely eager to recreate the erotic image. She was dutifully licking up his essence where she could, scooped what had hit her hair and even her chest then depositing it into her mouth. Leonie had managed to drink so much of it, yet it was clear that she wanted more. Byleth would be more than willing to give her some more when her current amount ran out.
Grunting, he caught her attention. "Leonie, from now on, the sharpening of my sword will fall to you." Her eyes lit up like candles and a lustful yet happy grin spread across her face. "As for sheathing it…" She followed his gaze down; his cock was still hard. The future king still had plenty more to give.
"I-I too will do it t-t-to my best ability, B-B-Byleth." With shaking legs, she stood up. In spite of everything she'd just done, Leonie found it in her to blush at her lover's laughter. She could feel streams of pre-cum sliding down her legs, that's what Byleth had been laughing at. He leaned forward and wrapped her up in his arms. Leonie was barely able to keep from moaning as she felt his member pressing against her lower abdomen. "Y-Y-You've t-t-tamed me. M-M-M-Made me yours."
"Not yet," Her former professor declared. "But I'm about to."
Her eyes twinkled as she caught the meaning of his words. She practically climbed her way deeper into his arms as she scooted back so they had a little more room beneath them. Byleth lay flat on his back with her about to raise her vaginal lips above his erected member.
"Leonie." He whispered. The kindness and consideration that he'd become known for returned to his face. Leonie was genuinely happy to see it, even if it did further the waiting time until they could become one.
Smiling at him with tender affection, she stroked his cheek. "It's okay, Byleth. Remember, I'm a horseman. All those years of riding broke my hymen, and I'm kind of grateful for it." She wasn't alone. One reason why some women got into horseback or wyvern riding was because the intense sometimes day-to-day riding was enough to stretch and even tear their hymen. Was it a bit inglorious and maybe even cheap? Yeah, but Leonie was one of the ones okay with it. "Even so…I'm still…well, I'm happy that I can finally submit my maidenhood to someone who deserves it."
"I promise to always remain that man." Byleth affirmed.
"And I promised to be a woman worthy of your hand, Byleth." Leonie responded with a loving smile.
Those words between them, the couple took the final step. Byleth brought his orange-haired lover down atop his cock, which slid perfectly into her fold. Leonie threw back her head and shouted, her voice bouncing off the room's walls. His cock was big enough that she could feel her walls being stretched to accommodate them; she loved that stretching. He didn't stop until as with her mouth, she'd taken in at least three-quarters of his member. The second he was sure he'd done that, he pulled her up, letting Leonie feel the sweet experience of his cock sliding through her pussy a second time. He made sure not to pull out entirely, only enough that there was a sizable amount left when he pulled her back down.
"Byyyyylllleeeetttttthhhh!" Her stretched walls quickly tightened around him before he'd even finished entering her. "Haaaaarrrrdder! Harder, Byleth!"
His consideration was quickly replaced by lustful amusement. Byleth began to raise and lower Leonie in quick succession. Her walls continuously clapped down on his fast-moving cock. Looking up, he saw fresh tears of erotic bliss cascading from her eyes as the Bow Knight was taken to a world of carnal pleasure she never knew existed. Byleth was right there with her as he never imagined such an intimate act with a woman could be so good. Leonie's continued screams of gratification made him go the extra mile as he put his strength into his hips, thrusting upward.
"AAAAAAAAHHHH!" She got her wish, and it was so much more than what she'd expected, but damn was it good, so great that Leonie openly drooled. "More, Byleth! More!"
It wasn't long before the bed itself was creaking as the Ashen Demon bounced his former student atop his hips, ever thrust driving his member deep into her. The Bow Knight welcomed the sense of fullness that never entirely left her. Glancing up, he saw Leonie's absolutely delirious lewd face staring up at the ceiling. Drool slipped from both sides of her lips further adding to the look that she was surprisingly able to rock. Byleth felt himself even more draw to that look. Holding onto her waist, he delivered another powerful thrust that made her boobs bounce even higher into the air.
"BYLETH!" Looking down, she smiled at him with a complete fucked stupid grin. Her face came closer; Byleth welcomed it. Their lips collided in a wet, drool and cum-coated kiss that perfectly illustrated where they were-in the bowels of carnal heaven. Mouths muffled, they affectionately moaned out their enjoyment until they ran out of air and separated. "Yours…I'm yours, Byleth! Utterly yours!" Without much conscious thought, she began to bounce her hips atop his. Maybe it was some subconscious part of her demanding that she not make Byleth do all the work. It proved to be the right move as her former professor screamed in euphoria.
At times, it looked like the bed might collapse, but it held as the two former mercenaries made love to each other. It was undeniable wet and wild but in the kisses they shared it was clear there was real love there. They went from sloppy and uncoordinated to tender, a small beacon in the middle of a raging erotic storm.
"Leonie…LEONIE!"
"CUM, CUM INSIDE ME! GIVE ME YOUR SIDE! I'LL BEAR YOUR CHILDREN, BYLETH! CUM INSIDE ME HOWEVER AND WHENEVER THE HELL YOU WANT!"
"TAKE IT, LEONIE! TAKE ALL OF ITTTTTT!"
The two felt their bodies tense up one final time, much like the tensing of the muscles seconds before a arrow was let loose or a sword came down. As quickly as it came, the second passed and with it came sweet release, literally. Leonie gripped Byleth's shoulders as his seed was blasted right up into her, mixing in her womb with her own juices. Speaking of which, those blasted Byleth's cock from all sides, pouring down the slim openings they could onto his lap. He couldn't feel it though, all he felt was Leonie's squeezing members ad his twitching cock, all of it combing to leave him feel like he was floating on a cloud, with Leonie of course in his arms.
"OOOOOOOHHHHH! SO GOOOOODDDD!'
"You know, I can't quite say I'm surprised you enjoy this position." The archer looked back at him and grinned, even as he rocketed his hips forward. He did so again and again, watching as Leonie's face tightened in erotic satisfaction.
"AAAAAAAAAAAHHH!" She finally screamed as he hit her core again, a fresh line of drool dripped down the right side of her lip. "KEEEEPPP GOOOOINGGGG, BYLETH!"
"OH, I WILL, LEONIE! I WILLLLLL!"
"YESSSSS! FUCK ME, FUCK MEEEEEE!"
Once again, the bed creaked underneath the pressure of the intense doggy-style fucking. It went without saying that neither of the individuals ever thought they'd be in this position, but here they were. Though their eyes were completely glazed over with lust, it was clear they were happy about it from the bottom of their hearts.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH! YESSSSSSS!"
"LEONIE! LEONNNNNNIIIIEEE!"
The future king had reached forward and grabbed his lover's bouncing boobs. He toyed with them as he took her from behind doubling the pleasure for both of them. It was quickly building up like a volcano about to erupt. All it would take was a few more seconds, but to them, those few seconds were blissful, erotic eons. They made each one count knowing that once it ended, they might be done for a little bit.
Oh, they would definitely start back up in about an hour or so after they'd rested and showered. For now though, they enjoyed the hell of their join orgasm.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!"
White hot cum shot into the Bow Knight's pussy, filling it for the second time that night. Arching her back, she howled as her love canal was filled up, with it an invigorating sensation that left Leonie feeling like she'd died and gone to heaven. As with many things, she had Byleth to thank for it, heaven's emissary-her lover. He held onto her as she came down from the celestial heaven back down to the earthly one.
Outside the window, the baby blue of the sky could be seen and the sound of birds chirping could be heard. Morning had truly came and with it, a brand new day.
"Hey, Byleth?"
"Yes, Leonie?"
"Would you…um," her sweaty cheeks flushed red as she curled up against him. "Would you be willing to…once we've…got our clothes back on-"
"Whatever you want me to cook." The divine swordsman happily cut her off. Giggling, she kissed him on the cheek.
"You wouldn't mind if I snuck away every now and then for some hunting, would you? The king of Fódlan will deserve nothing but the beast."
"So too will the queen of Fódlan." Byleth happily replied. "For now though, think anyone will notice our being late?"
"Oh, I wouldn't worry about it. Besides," Leonie winked. "We can make one hell of a dramatic entrance."
For the record, I found Leonie's focus on Jeralt a tad annoying, but not as extreme as some claim it to be. Personally, I always saw it as strong admiration that she eventually moved past, something supported in her S-Support. Now, I know the jokes have been rolling for almost two years now, but I wanted to tackle things in a bit more of a serious light here. That's the reason why they didn't have sex in Jeralt's old office, which will eventually be Leonie's. That said, if this gives anyone any ideas…well, feel free.
That's another Three Houses lemon down! The list will continue in hopefully a couple of weeks so until then, stay safe and healthy, everyone! Leave your thoughts and comments on this lemon! Until next time!