So, I'm not the best when it comes to writing smutty romance, but Dorothea is a waifu for laifu and I figure I would take a break from my original FE story to write this scandalous piece. Hope you guys enjoy and apologies for all the grammar errors lol
Within the modest yet comfortable room, two bare feminine bodies, beautifully glistening in their own sweat, entered the more intimate aspects of their lovemaking.
Dorothea, the drop-dead beautiful nineteen-year-old songstress resting atop of sweat-stained sheets and a fluffy pillow, lets out fierce grunts as a set of mint green hair brushes against her long slender legs and bucking pelvis. Her low groans quickly elevate to breathy gasps as she feels her Professor's lips roughly pressing just inside her folds with a tongue tickling the right spot.
"Oh my…" Dorothea could not finish her sentence as she feels a shortness of breath.
The porcelain skin girl begins to knead her breasts before her greedy fingers begin roughly squeezing her already diamond nipples, while her hips and legs gracefully dance across her lover's mouth.
"Oh, Darling…" Dorothea gasps softly feeling herself reaching that glorious peak.
However, much to the songstress's surprise, and disappointment, she quickly feels her swollen womanhood untouched suddenly. Dorothea lets out a growl of frustration, wanting her to continue, but as she pops her head off the pillow, that's when it hits her.
Dorothea lets out a howl of delight as she feels her clit impacted with warm droplets, sending the Dancer Diva quivering in pleasure. But as she discovers the reason behind such contact, she lets out a shocked gasp, with wide green eyes and gape mouth as her lover's large breasts being violently kneaded, leaving droplets of milk falling onto Dorothea's trimmed bush and into her folds.
Dorothea, in complete shock and awe, drops her head back with a dazed look taking place as she shamelessly expels loud breathy gasps and high-pitch cries finding herself in a whole new erotic situation. She rigorously cocks her head all around, waving her dark wavy brunette hair atop her face as she is lost in this intense feeling of bliss that threaten to draw her short of breath.
Her peak, not subsiding in any way, is desperately being held back by Dorothea as she did not want to lose this wonderful sensation yet, but she could only hold it back for so long. Feeling the walls threatening to crumble, Dorothea abandons it all to the wind and her hand races down, feverishly rubbing between the openings.
At the overpowering climax, Dorothea lets out a long drawn out howl that echoes throughout the room as she feeling her body rippling all over. Her vison quickly clouds before succumbing to darkness.
Her lover watches as Dorothea jolts and bucks around while her eyes remain open, her face one contorted into a wide blank stare.
Initially confused, The Professor calls out her lover's name, but as she's met with the same expression, making her more frightened
Thankfully, before she could panic, the girl arches her body up, inhaling a large amount of oxygen before gyrating her body around, releasing guttural moans, looking like some frenzied animal. Dorothea finally calms herself as she feels herself fluttering down from her peak. As her vison clears and she sees her Professor's genuinely concerned face, the Songstress lets out a bubbly giggle of how naughty things were moments ago.
The Professor expels a shaky laugh. "You scared me there for a minute!"
Initially confused, Dorothea casts her a inquisitive glare, but quickly laughs recalling what happened.
"I think I couldn't register how amazing that felt." She murmurs, cupping the Professor's cheek, assuring her that she's fine.
The green-haired girl curves a content smile and bends down to let her lips tenderly flow across Dorothea's forehead before planting a deep kiss on the center.
Dorothea beams with joy, savoring this loving gesture while she recovers from the overpowering bliss from earlier.
"Kiss me." Dorothea whispers, not even waiting for The Professor to react as she arches up, eagerly claiming her lips.
The Professor assists the Songstress, peacefully losing themselves in the slow and soft union of mouths.
Both reluctantly pull away after shortness of breath and unconsciously begin to caress limbs, breasts, and even hair. But while it leaves the Professor in a state of utter content, Dorothea is left with another feeling.
She takes and initiative and begins to push the Professor down onto the bed.
"What are you doing?"
"Lay down and get comfortable." Dorothea wispfully instructs setting her girl's head resting atop the pillow.
Dorothea then begins leaving a trail of kisses across the Professor's body, humming and sighing as she crawls further down.
The Professor jolts as she exhales jagged breath feeling a rather ticklish yet intoxicating sensation around her navel.
Dorothea's tongue swirls around the outline of the Professor's belly button before greedily sliding down teasing the core.
The Professor whimpers and trembles from this wanting Dorothea to just teasing her just the way she is.
Their eyes lock, casting loving gazes and Dorothea begins to take a new measure to this saucy moment. She breathes softly against the Professor's belly, throws her had across her face and curves her head to have the sweat-strands brush against soft skin, causing the green haired girl to hum and whimper from such a touch.
A few minutes pass with the Diva beautifully blends the two actions of having her tongue dancing on the navel before running her hair across her teacher's trembling belly.
"Oh dear, Professor." Dorothea starts in a soft sensual voice, running her hand up her body. "You're shivering. Stay still… I'll get some blankets off the floor."
She shoots a wink before adjusting her body in such a suggestive position. With the upper half of her body bending down, Dorothea's bubbly butt begins jiggling right in front all for the Professor's eyes to see, leaving her utterly perplexed but rather excited.
After a while, Dorothea turns her head, her face teeming with puzzled curiosity.
"Well…?" The Diva breathily murmurs.
"Something wrong?" The Professor asks genuinely confused.
"You have a naked woman taking too long to warm you. You're student no less! Aren't you going to… set an example?"
Dorothea's carnal gaze softens as she see's her teacher mildly panicking unsure how to proceed. Or its more likely the Professor took her words seriously and truly has no desire to and never harm Dorothea.
The Songstress sighs but lets out a low laugh. She then takes the initiative and reaches out out carefully seizing the Professor's wrist, guiding her hand across a supple butt cheek before smiting it.
Dorothea gasps from the sharp feeling, feeling a smarting pain flaring across her butt, yet is stirs a wild and powerful rush coursing through her body that it's too much to stop.
Dorothea repeats the saucy action with her own hand, smacking the same cheek harder than the first time, muttering some truly naughty and scandalous words the made the Professor squirm.
After calming herself, Dorothea can see that the Professor is too flustered to do anything too dirty. She makes a mental note that her teacher definitely needs to work on her roleplay, but cannot deny that it is outright adorable!
Seeing that the Professor is probably feeling overwhelmed, she blows a kiss over the green-haired and enticingly jiggles her butt before grabbing a thin layer of blankets covering both girls as they warmly embrace each other.
The two-stay silent, letting thoughtful and loving gazes and soft flutter of fingers converse instead, forgetting all that has happened: The shadowy threats, the ominous Flame Emperor, the Professor's sudden changes, and whatever this ritual is that the Archbishop is speaking of.
Its just the two of them and they could not ask for anything more wonderful.
"You remember the night of the ball?" The Professor asks, her voice somewhat raspy.
Dorothea hums recalling that magical night.
The Professor smiles, her lip trembling. "I just want to say… phew… I… damn… I don't have words…"
How can words ever do that magical night justice?
"Oh Darling…" Dorothea coos pulling her close.
The Professor silently sobs onto the Diva's shoulder while sweet nothings softly blow into her ear.
In that moment, the Professor truly felt safe, and loved by the most beautiful soul ever.
And she promised that she would make her the happiest and luckiest woman in all of Fodlan.
Sooo... yeeeeaaaah... The Professor is bad at roleplay lol. Lucky for her Dorothea thinks its cute :P
Hope you guys enjoyed this bit! Now back to work on the my main Three House story. For now at least... ;)