They've been trying– really trying, but they can't get anywhere once Rhea's night dress is draped over the side of the bed and Byleth is comfortably resting between the ex-archbishop's open thighs. The second Rhea's hand tightens in the back of Byleth's hair and pulls her back, Byleth knows it's over for now. The younger woman presses a final hot kiss against Rhea's extended neck before removing herself from her wife's embrace for the night, flopping over onto her spacious side of the bed.
Dff.
Cck.
Rhea's eyes glisten in the midnight light that passes through the shimmering curtains on either side of the detailed headboard that rocks no matter the movement. It thunders again as Rhea turns over, holding herself up on one elbow as she apologetically looks at her wife of three months. Of course Byleth just smiles wearily, brushes her hard fingers against the side of Rhea's face, and shakes her head.
"No, I'm not upset with you. And no, I don't regret starting." As Byleth speaks, her lips burn, and she idly licks them as her mind drifts back to the hard kisses and desperate sucking that got them so swollen in the first place.
"Byleth. I-I wish to try again," Rhea had whispered, staring down at Byleth as she just about threw herself into the new archbishop's lap in Jeralt's study his daughter took as her own. Byleth's heart felt like it was beating again in that moment (something she'd been noticing more and more after the war ended). It unsettled her while also lighting up her insides with a pleasant buzz of jittery excitement. After Rhea had said that, Byleth tossed her quill to the side and carried Rhea back to their room. She remembers laughing at the shock on Rhea's face and then the embarrassment the Nabatean oozed with when a maid opened his mouth and then promptly closed it, scurrying away as Byleth ran them up the steps to their bedroom.
"Byleth?" It snaps the younger woman back into the present, and she blinks up at her wife. "...Why is it that you are not nervous about us coupling? I am starting to believe that is why I cannot, well, perform." The archbishop swallows and sits up, looking off to the side before gently taking Rhea's fist and pressing the material into the older woman's hands.
"Put this on," Byleth tells her quietly. Rhea wrinkles her brow in confusion before two and two clicks; Rhea's shivering. Every time they try this, Rhea shivers, and she does so until her body becomes sick and her stomach starts threatening to spew something awful up. The guilt Rhea feels for acting so extreme, always burns her mind for days afterward. What if Byleth thinks it's her fault? Her temples hurt now. She gets the gown over her head, not bothering to push it down past her wide hips. Byleth delicately pulls Rhea's long luscious hair out from the collar and adjusts it over her shoulders and back, just how they both like it. Rhea's lashes flutter, and she idly gazes into Byleth's eyes that match her own with a fondness unlike any other she'd experienced before she met the teacher. Her heart thumps for Byleth; it thumps so hard that it nearly hurts. "Rhea?" Byleth calls this time.
"Oh," Rhea rubs her eyes. "I'm sorry, my chil-my Byleth. I… I was quite lost in your eyes." Of course she just becomes enraptured by those same ones all over again when they shine back at her. "You are truly beautiful, dearest."
"As are you," Byleth tells her, petting Rhea's shoulder without being overly romantic. I should probably put my own pajamas on, Byleth thinks. Though, when she kicks down the heavy quilt, Rhea wraps her arms around Byleth's waist and tucks her face into the new archbishop's neck, locking her in place.
"I apologize for tonight."
"Don't." Yet there's something hidden in that voice that is much less agreeable. Rhea's lungs decompress slowly and painfully like someone's hands are clenching her organs with their cold fists. Soon Byleth pushes her wife's arms away, reaching over the side of the bed to put her black shirt on before standing up and heading to the dresser. Rhea falls onto her side limply, touching her palm for Byleth's leftover warmth on the pillow. Her tired eyes squeeze shut, and she sucks in a shaky breath. I love Byleth. I do. She allows me to be who I am… but I'm not quite sure who I want to be anymore. Mother, I wish I could have asked you about love, even if it did take me far too long to find it. Byleth comes back to bed in long cotton pajama pants and the same shirt, dropping onto her back as she motions for Rhea to rest her head on her shoulder as usual.
"This may seem redundant," the older woman sighs, leaning her head down, "But I always feel so safe by your side." Byleth smiles at her, cool and collected as always. But… Rhea was expecting something more than that. It plants another seed of doubt deep inside her, and Rhea knows she should address it before it becomes more, but the words simply will not come out.
"I have quite a bit to do come morning," Byleth says. "Feel free to sleep in. I will try my best not to wake you." Rhea tightens her hold on the teacher.
"Wake me up before you head off. I will miss my morning kiss otherwise." The younger woman grins and presses a few sloppily planted kisses to the top of the old archbishop's head. "Goodnight then." Byleth hums, turning her head away from Rhea so as to get comfortable, and the older woman finally wrinkles her brow again, squeezing her eyes shut.
Something is wrong with you, Rhea berates herself. And something is wrong with Byleth. She has been acting distant again. Her breath grows a bit heavier as her thoughts overwhelm the tiredness she was feeling, but all of that stops when the professor exhaustedly speaks out.
"Rhea please let your mind rest. I can practically hear it turning." Rhea faintly chuckles, shaking her head before tucking her face against Byleth's neck and giving up for the night.
The Next Afternoon:
The monastery has reopened to not just be a school that Byleth faithfully teaches at, nor just a church where the staff can give their prayers, but has now become a more public place where the people of Garreg Mach can come and learn the unedited history of Fodlan. Such knowledge can sometimes bring unwanted attention to Rhea, to the point that it has become violent in the library of all places, but Byleth or one of the original Black Eagles always steps in to fight for the ex-archbishop's side when she cannot. Despite all of the negatives, because there are many, Rhea insists that knowledge be spread, and Byleth always delivers on what Rhea wishes for (which has become a very limited list over time).
Oftentimes Rhea busies herself with running errands for the new archbishop, but outside of the monastery walls, she and Byleth have spent tons of their free time making luxurious gardens of trees and flowers that children tend to fuss about in. She's been there for three hours now, laughing as children who have no idea who she is besides the "pointy-eared garden lady" knock each other over and pretend to sword fight with sticks. Rhea doesn't mind their loud bickering, or the fact they trample a few of her lilies, because it gives her time to stop worrying about anything but what's happening in the moment.
Suddenly there's a few quick yet quiet footsteps approaching on the stones behind her when the little ones scurry away with anxious nods of their heads to the person behind Rhea. The older woman smiles cheerfully as she dusts her knees off and stands to greet her wife, who is quite a sight for sore eyes. It's almost silly seeing her in overly luxurious robes holding such things but, that's part of Byleth's usual charm, being different.
"Care to share some time with me, Your Grace?" Rhea swats at her wife with one of her soiled gardening gloves before they both grin and move underneath the gazebo that Byleth, Hapi, and Balthus built together the night after she and the professor married.
"Lift the damn thing, Hapi!"
"Gahhhh, I AM you stupid-jerk."
Rhea outwardly laughs remembering how bored Byleth looked while the whole thing was happening.
"What are you giggling about?" Byleth asks, carefully pouring piping hot tea into a set of cups Bernadetta handpainted for them with cutesy dragon tails linking around the bottoms. It's Rhea's favorite set.
"Nothing," she sings, knowingly winking at Byleth who half-heartedly glares at her.
"I hate when you do that."
"Do what?"
"When you don't say what you're thinking after I ask," Byleth remarks, smiling into her first sip before wincing at the heat. "My tongue is forever crisp now." Rhea giggles again, drinking her own tea with no problem. "Show off. You can only do that because your mouth is accustomed to spitting flames hot enough to melt brick." They cheekily point at one another before Rhea uses her long arm to pinch Byleth's nose. "Ah!"
"I never hear you complaining about my mouth any other time," Rhea rebuttals daringly. The both of them look at each other then, almost dumbfounded before Byleth smirks off to the side, slapping Rhea's hand away from her nose successfully.
"I can get used to you talking like that," Byleth replies, leaning back in her steel seat, making it groan as she stuffs a cookie into her mouth with the manners of a mercenary. Rhea's face feels hotter, but she promptly ignores it and takes a small bite of her own cookie before her pale green eyes roll into her head.
"Goodness. Who made these?" Rhea asks enthusiastically, taking the whole thing in on the next bite.
"Me."
"Wh-Really?" Rhea huffs. "Is there anything you cannot do?" Byleth playfully puffs out her chest and flexes her bicep.
"No."
"Byleth!" Rhea cutely shouts, her voice reaching a pitch she didn't know it could. It's a weightless atmosphere, and it's causing them to be almost giddy.
"The only thing that could compliment tea this good and cookies this sweet would be a hundred-and-two kisses," Byleth suggests, her smile bright enough to blind someone.
"Hmm." Byleth sighs in humor and stands up, putting her hands over her eyes like they are binoculars as she pretends to search around the area surrounding the two of them as if she doesn't know every inch of land here.
"Oh? I think-I think I see something!" Byleth announces excitedly, pushing her chair so she can put one foot on it as she imitates a pirate caricature. Rhea's almost tricked into looking for whatever "thing" is out there before Byleth turns her binocular hands towards Rhea. "Yes! I have found the most beautiful woman ever to exist, at last! And not just because she is one of the coveted Nabateans," Byleth sets her hands down and slowly works her way around the table to join Rhea's side as she goes on. "Not just because she is the woman who has my heart. No, none of those are the reasons that she is more beautiful to me than life itself." Byleth drops to her knees in front of Rhea, looking at her with such reverence that doesn't even compare to the countless followers of the Seiros religion that have stood before the archbishop and sworn their allegiance to her. Byleth looks at her like she's her, just Rhea, and it sends a million butterflies swarming her stomach and exciting her to the point of water-lined eyelashes.
"What is the reason?" Rhea asks, not really caring about why, but asking because she wants to hear Byleth's soothing voice for longer.
"Are you sure you wanna know?" the teacher teases, taking Rhea's hand into her palm and kissing the ring she gave the older woman.
"Yes."
"Well it's simple really." She presses another kiss to the stone before flipping Rhea's hand over and kissing her pulse point, almost tickling her. "It's because I love you, Rhea." The older woman lets out a shaky breath, and she bites her lip to hold back all the emotion about to flood out of her. Byleth has only once said that to me before now. I desperately needed to hear such words. Before she can reply however, Byleth presses another kiss to her hand, then one more, and she quietly lists off the number of each one. Rhea just about squeaks when she realizes Byleth is keeping her promise of one hundred-and-two kisses.
"Gosh, dearest. You are so pure."
"My intentions are selfish. I said I wanted the taste of your skin, and now I'm taking it." They smile the entire time Byleth kisses Rhea's arm, already reaching the thirty count before Byleth holds onto the back of Rhea's chair with one hand and drops her head to press a kiss to her shoulder. The older woman shakes as Byleth's warm breath plays at her neck, the kisses a bit cooler and enthralling in comparison.
"I love you," Rhea breathes, her eyes fluttering closed as Byleth nips gently under her jaw. "You bring so much humility to me. I am so-mmm-thankful." Assertively, Byleth takes Rhea's hand just resting in her lap and brings it up, leaving it on the back of her own neck, urging Rhea to thread her fingers through Byleth's seafoam green hair. Rhea whines as Byleth bites down on one pointed ear before she drags her tongue over it, dipping in just to play with her and get her to giggle (which works fantastically). The older woman's fingers happily get lost in Byleth's hair, tugging and pulling her in closer when Byleth's somehow erotic counting hits just right at number seventy-seven because what comes next is a bold hand of the professor's squeezing the side of Rhea's breast just subtly enough to not be anything inappropriate if wandering eyes were to catch them. "Sweetheart," Rhea moans, her hips rocking forward off the seat just to have Byleth's hand push down on her hip and keep her still. The Nabateans' loins shamefully grow ten times wetter.
"You sound sort of old when you call me that."
"...Is that so?" Rhea sniffs, her fingers still busy rubbing into the muscles tensing on Byleth's neck.
"It's kinda hot being with an older woman though."
"Shush," Rhea huffs disapprovingly just for Byleth to snicker and bite almost too roughly on the bone of Rhea's fine jaw. "Won't you really kiss me now?" Byleth's eyes sparkle as she pulls away.
"That's what eighty-one through the end is all about, wife." Rhea wraps her arms around Byleth's waist and pulls her until her footing is lost and she has no choice but to sit in Rhea's wide lap. It's almost funny how uncomfortable Byleth looks when she loses her dominance, but Rhea's not going to let her go.
"Come here." Rhea kisses Byleth first this time, and it feels so good. Their breaths and tongues intermingle every other second as they speed up, lips becoming one so easily. It's hard to contain Byleth, however, when she hooks one thumb under Rhea's jaw as her other fingers splay out over the older woman's hollowed cheek. Now she has complete control over how far her jaw goes as she pushes her tongue into Rhea's mouth. The squeaky, broken moan of Byleth when Rhea surprises her by sucking on her tongue is just-too downright sexy for Rhea to even process.
She's proud of herself, she realizes, for how good she's handling this pace they're going at. Apparently it's the buildup and spontaneity she needs to get here. Her cheers are interrupted when Byleth starts chuckling too hard to kiss anymore. Soon Byleth dramatically stands and extends a hand to the sky as she bows down, facing away from Rhea.
"Well now I am even happier we were put together, Sothis. If not, I would have never even been able to score with your daughter."
"That is just crude," Rhea scolds, her jaw almost touching the floor as Byleth bounces on her heels and boasts more as she blindly reaches for her cup of tea again.
"Hey, I'm just offering my prayers to the Goddess as you always suggest I do. Imagine how much reverence I will have for her once we finally have se-Ah!" The teacup tips over and soaks Byleth's hand and wrist, still burning hot. Rhea springs into action, using her glove left on the floor to help wipe it off of her silly wife who's yelping like a kicked dog. "S-sorry Sothis! I swear I was just joking!" Byleth bleats, almost crying as she slams her hand on the hard table this time. Rhea can't help but burst into laughter all while Byleth just blanches and cries to the Goddess again.
You are something else entirely, sweetheart.
The Next Evening:
Byleth still likes to take her meals in the dining hall despite her status. She chats with her students of new and old about the silliness running a huge amount of Fodlan brings about. Today however, her head is pounding after an especially negative interaction she had with some Empirical nobles who say they deserve the land Edelgard managed to take from the Alliance. The entire thing aggravated her, but… even just the mention of Edelgard in passing always puts a massive dampening on Byleth's mood. She only takes a bite or two of her dinner before passing the rest to Caspar, her new right-hand/war general, who happily digs in. The concerned glances of some younger students go unspoken, but Byleth tries to at least offer them a good day before she hides away in the Goddess Tower, leaning against a shadow-covered wall. So much has happened here in this peaceful place. Her heart breaks as even to this day she can perfectly recall the sheepish yet daring stories Edelgard told her of her parents meeting here in this tower where they fell in love. The princess had wished and even propositioned Byleth to have the same love for Edelgard that-
"Dammit." Byleth slowly drops to the floor, dragging entirely against the wall, knotting her hair. The life we had together is over, El. We defied all odds, but still the hands of time changed back and… She almost breaks, tears coming to her eyes so easily as memories that become harder and harder to remember of her life married to Edelgard start to fade without her asking them to. Even still, there was no denying the affection she had for this world's Edelgard as well, and killing her was-
"It was too terrible to even process," Byleth whispers to herself, covering her eyes with one hand as her shoulders begin to tremble. "I'm so sorry, El." Finally she lets herself cry, and she does so openly, not leaving the safety of this room for another hour.
I love Rhea. It's just different from her, but I love Rhea. Just get over Edelgard–Just–
Later:
It takes Rhea an unusual amount of time to head into their bedroom, but Byleth's alright with that tonight, still trying her hardest to stay mentally sane (which is easier said than done). Shrugging off her robes and kicking off her thick boots, Byleth changes into long silky bottoms and one of her black t-shirts she so often dons before lighting a candle and writing up some drafts to send to Ferdinand who's working tirelessly as Adrestia's new and most peaceful emperor. It's a good thing, too, that the empress, Bernadetta, has been living up to the role of calming the souls over in Enbarr by writing wild fantasy books. With TWISTD gone, things in Fodlan as a whole have been easier than-
Knock, Knock!
The door swings open, and Rhea comes in wearing a very alluring and short silky viridian robe. Byleth drops her quill mindlessly as she stands to greet her wife. Rhea looks skittish even as she greets the younger woman, which is a bit odd considering how smoothly they were talking all day yesterday.
"Hi," Byleth says again, taking a step towards Rhea who's leaning up against the door. They finally make eye contact when Rhea locks the door behind her back. Of course this sends an eyebrow up Byleth's forehead. "Is… everything ok?" Her own breath hitches a bit as Rhea's hardened nipples strain against the robe. Nnngh. I would really like to bite those, Byleth realizes, her eyes stuck there now.
"Some of your younger students approached me." Byleth groans, expecting the worst. "They said you dismissed class early, but I tried to find you around that time and could not, so I rushed up here after my wash." Rhea catches her breath, her eyes softening as she realizes what it is Byleth is looking at so obviously. Doing something a bit outside of her wheelhouse, Rhea loosens her robe enough for her large breasts to nearly spill out. The usual modest look on Byleth's relaxed face becomes one of awe. The feeling of being wanted feeds Rhea's ego far more than she expected it would, but she keeps her mind in check as she sits down on the bottom of the bed and pats the spot next to her. Like a trained animal, Byleth comes, kneeling in front of her instead of sitting comfortably.
"Come up here," Rhea urges gently, running her fingers through Byleth's bangs and pushing them back.
"I like it here," Byleth claims, resting her chin on Rhea's knee. Fine.
"Tell me what is bothering you, sweetheart."
"Just work," Byleth deflects, "Lots to do." Her job is to check other rulers' power more than it is to rule over them after all. Rhea wrinkles her lips on one side, unsatisfied even when Byleth attempts to distract her by kissing her slim bare thigh with not a blemish in sight. But if it makes Byleth happy to run her hands along them and kiss them, Rhea won't dissuade her.
"Anything in particular that I can be of help with?"
"No. You have done two thousand years of work; you're long past retirement, wife."
"My work is never over," Rhea explains quietly, "Nor do I want it to be if I can help you." Byleth squeezes the part of the older woman's hips with the most mass, and her eyes glaze over as she takes her hands and just shakes the perfect hips before her. Rhea has to shake her head. "Won't you be serious? I am truly worried about you." Her slender fingers run across the teacher's cheek as lovingly as can be, which seems to settle Byleth down as she leans into it and shuts her eyes. Now instead of digging her fingers into Rhea, the professor grabs onto the sheets and tugs in a rather aggressive way.
"I don't wanna talk about it," Byleth mumbles, eyes still closed. Her jaw seems tight, and so her older wife rubs at the teacher's molars in short circles. Byleth allows it, resting her hands back on Rhea's thighs and lightly running her nails up them until the robe stops her path. "So do we age at all?" Taken aback by the random question, Rhea tsks and then answers that,
"Every thousand or so years I seem to look perhaps four or five years older. So in a sense we do, yes."
"Huh." Byleth politely pulls Rhea's hands away from her jaw before she dips her chin down and kisses one of her wife's knees. "Are you able to get pregnant?"
"...No."
"Interesting. But you can forge children, can't you?" Byleth asks.
"It's unethical, but yes. I have done it before as you know." Rhea leans back with her palms flat on the bed just a bit behind her. "I am onto you, dearest."
"Huh?" Byleth scoots closer, leaving a slow trail of kisses higher and higher.
"Anytime you wish to avoid my proding, you tend to question me."
"I can't ask my wife things?" The teacher winks at her, admitting that it's true in her own way. Rhea opens her mouth to say a few things more, but Byleth's cold nose seems to be pushing a bit more of the silk robe upward. It's not forceful, nor does it feel like it has to happen because Byleth is telling her she wants it; thus Rhea allows it, watching her from an eagle eyed view.
Byleth watches Rhea's face carefully as she bites her tongue and swiftly pushes the robe up just far enough to cover Rhea's most private area before tenderly pressing her warm face against her wife's thighs. Soon the older woman lets out a shaky breath and very slightly parts her legs. Byleth jumps at the chance to move in, and she sucks lovingly on the sensitive inside of a thigh before dragging her tongue even further inward. It makes the teacher woozy when she notices Rhea bite down on her lip and whine deep in her throat. The professor wants to combust when she breathes in, her nose just inches from where she wants it to really be.
"You smell amazing. I didn't even know it could smell that good," Byleth comments dumbly, blinking as she sniffs again. Rhea uncomfortably shifts about, looking more coy than ever as she turns her head away.
"I said I took a bath."
"Yeah with what? Carnations?" Byleth laughs. She quiets down as she realizes what she just said however. Carnations were Edelgard's favorite. The teacher's never been more glad for Rhea's eyes to be off of her or a new slew of questions would be firing back and forth between them.
"Yes, actually." She eyes Byleth now, who's seeming far too stiff. "Do you not actually like–"
"-Forget about it," Byleth says, kissing Rhea quicker, but her silence allows her to breathe more through her nose and it really does smell like that and her brows begin to wrinkle negatively before she has to do something to change courses and she decides to go all in; Byleth presses a hard kiss to Rhea's mound and any other thought goes flying out of either of their heads. A bit nervous, Byleth kisses her once more there before her tongue quivers as it attempts to lick the bit of Rhea's erect clitoris peeking out of her folds.
"Hahh." Rhea's head falls back a fraction, her eyes closing on instinct. Having her seated, not even close to the edge of the bed proves to be challenging, but Byleth doesn't want to break this spell yet and ask Rhea to move. Instead she kisses her mound again before pressing her lips to that weak spot. Byleth remembers this being her favorite way to give pleasure, having it be such an intimate thing and all, but the memories of actually doing it are a little fuzzy which is probably a good thing. She decides to stop thinking and just act once more. Her hands reach up to pull Rhea's robe open, which is simple when it's already more than halfway open. Rhea's cheeks almost glow red yet she doesn't look as embarrassed as she does turned on which is another major step forward. Soon the Nabateans' fingers come to brush through Byleth's hair, and she holds the teacher there, urging her to kiss longer, lick a bit deeper.
You're so perfect, Byleth thinks, gazing at the hard nipples just begging for attention. Her wife's breasts are obviously large, perfect to touch when she gets the chance, and she literally aches in her pants as she fantasizes about licking and biting the undersides of them. Rhea looks like she's enjoying this too, her very faint abs tightening and relaxing as her hips rock to the beat of Byleth's sensual rhythm. As much as she wants to dive head first, she knows Rhea's never been taken this way, and she deserves a good first. Soon the position seems to aggravate them both however, because they know there's so much more down here for Byleth to love. Regardless, Byleth lifts her head and asks,
"Do you like this?" Rhea tucks a piece of hair behind her ear and nods shyly. "Will–er, are you comfortable lying back?" Rhea breathes in sharply before she leans on one knee to reach for a pillow before fluffing it up and setting it down at about head height.
"Is… is this alright?" Rhea asks once she's on her back, staring up at the canopy of the bed. Byleth sniffs in satisfaction as she gets her torso on the bed and moves Rhea's legs over her broad shoulders. This is letting her angle Rhea's hips just right, and her tongue salivates at the sight of Rhea's lower body and the strings of arousal sticking to her thighs.
"You tell me," Byleth remarks before sucking up the cum on Rhea's right thigh.
"Byleth," Rhea gasps, her eyes widened in shock at how good just that felt. She nearly chokes on her own heartbeat when Byleth squeezes her bottom and sucks on her overly sensitive clitoris properly this time. The whine that peels out of her mouth sounds nothing like a noise she's ever made before, and she throws her wrist over her mouth. Byleth kisses her opposite thigh, licking the arousal that legitimately tastes good, almost like a gentle herbal tea, before her eyes drift closed in delight as she drags her tongue from Rhea's actual entrance that's overflowing with cum, then flicking up to the top. "Fuck," Rhea pants, covering her mouth with her palm this time. She can't even remember the last time she swore.
"That was so hot," Byleth states quickly thereafter, feeling herself pulsate in her pants before repeating the same motion. Usually Rhea would scold her but-but who even cares. The older woman's hands reach over her head to grab onto the pillow, pulling and twisting the case over it as her jaw flaps about helplessly.
"Your tongue-I never thought this would feel so good. Mmmh!" She cries out extra loudly when Byleth bites down on her clit before sucking it as hard as she can, letting it go with a sinful pop. Rhea can't stop her hips from moving up into Byleth's face, nor can she keep her thighs from closing in on Byleth, or stop her heels from digging into her wife's poor back. The professor is sturdy, nonetheless, and Rhea wouldn't be surprised if she sort of liked things a bit rougher as long as it was out of passion. And passion is very much what she's feeling right now as her chest keeps arching up into the air and her head continues pushing further and further into the pillow.
Half of Byleth's face is covered in cum, some of it literally dripping down her chin where it tickles, but she pays it no mind. She must feast upon this beautiful body, and she whines almost as loudly as Rhea does a few times when the woman's body writhes so honestly like she can hardly wait to explode. Wanting to make this as good as possible, Byleth throws one arm across Rhea's stomach and pats her there, motioning to hold one of her hands so the pillow can have a break. Rhea enthusiastically gives one to her, and their fingers interlock perfectly, making it even more satisfying for Byleth as Rhea squeezes her fingers each time she does something especially right. Apparently Rhea really enjoys when Byleth eases up the pressure and licks a lip instead of what lies inside.
"Please don't stop, Byl-Unggh! Theretherethere!" She groans in pleasure as Byleth speeds up, licking circles only at her entrance. So much fluid coats Byleth's tongue when she does this but she loves it. Her calloused thumb comes to rub at Rhea's clitoris in the meantime, and Rhea goes deathly silent as her body jerks with all of the stimulation.
I have never felt this satisfied in my entire life, Rhea thinks in absolute amazement, her nails digging into the back of Byleth's hand accidentally. And now I get to have this whenever I want it?
"I don't-mm-deserve this much-MMM-pleasure!" Rhea is so close to cumming she's straining her vaginal walls with how much she's clenching, trying to make this last longer. Her whole body is so tense as she gets there, while Byleth holds her hand and rubs her harder and licks her deeper, nearly inside of her, at breakneck speed.
"Yes you do," Byleth quickly says. "You deserve this. You deserve to feel good." Rhea whines, rocking her hips helplessly against Byleth's perfect mouth. "Don't you feel good, baby?" Rhea's chest breaks out into a flush at the nickname but she nods, unable to hold back her heavy breathing as the coils gets tighter and there's this pain in her clitoris like she has to pee but she-she knows it's not that, yet she doesn't want Byleth to stop rubbing at it either way. Her body is light and heavy all at once, like she's either going to float away in the next ten seconds or sink through this bed, through the soil, and into the center of the Earth. Her hand not held by Byleth flies into the seafoam green hair between her legs, and she gets up on her elbow, feeling like she has to look just once before-
"Goddess," Rhea spits out in blasphemy, her eyes nearly bulging as Byleth looks back at her with dark hooded eyes so dedicated to her goal. She sees that Byleth's hips are moving against the edge of the bed, probably getting little to no friction, but it makes her heart swell and her arousal double knowing that Byleth is enjoying it this much. She thinks she'll last longer than she does, because when Byleth eases a single finger halfway into her, Rhea breaks. She just about screams as she collapses back on the bed and rides Byleth's face making a mess of her, and rides her orgasm out, like there's nothing but the current moment. Every muscle in her body is flooded with relaxation except for her vaginal walls which spasm for nearly a full minute, all while that tension in her clitoris bursts out with a clear shot of liquid that feels way better coming out than it ought to (and she's blissfully unaware how it hits Byleth in the eye and the teacher nearly cries at the pain before it washes itself out).
….
….
She must have passed out or something because when half of Byleth's body falls on top of hers, Rhea gasps sharply and her eyes snap open to find the professor beaming down at her.
"You did it," Byleth breathes, kissing her wife's nose. Even from just that Rhea can smell a bit of herself on Byleth's breath. "You did so well, too!" The younger woman drops onto her back, her arm interlocking with Rhea's as she childishly fist pumps the air and grins foolishly at the ceiling. "We did it." Byleth hasn't seemed to be this self-satisfied in a while. You know, that is perfectly acceptable, because,
"That was truly heavenly," Rhea says, almost raspy sounding from all of her moaning. She clicks her tongue, noticing how dry her mouth feels, but that doesn't stop her from rolling onto her side and kissing Byleth's cheek amorously. Every shift of her body feels a bit sluggish and there's still a lot of saliva and stickiness on her upper thighs but she rather continue soaking in the afterglow. "I truly cannot recall the last time I have had relations, yet alone that."
"Oh your seven-thousand years have been pretty dry, huh?" She gets slapped on the stomach for that one.
"I'm only two-thousand-and-" Byleth squints at her and Rhea hides her face in the professor's neck. "Regardless I have not felt this good in a long time so, thank you. That really was lovely." The two of them have their legs hanging off the end of the bed still, so Byleth kicks her legs out and uses the momentum to stand up after patting Rhea's foot.
"I'm not sure how a knockout like you hasn't been with countless people, but… I'm thankful for it I suppose." Rhea weakly pulls herself up, frowning as she feels and hears herself squelching down there.
"I felt like you knew what you were doing," the older woman comments, but Byleth unsuccessfully tries to play it off, ignoring the accusation while moving to the dresser to hand Rhea a fresh handkerchief.
"I'm gonna go to the restroom, do you want to go first?"
"You go," Rhea tells her, "I still cannot feel my legs." Byleth smiles at that and fixes it by crouching down slightly and pulling Rhea forward. "Wait, you don't have to-" The teacher tsks at her and lifts her up, whereas Rhea's legs and arms immediately wrap around the smaller woman's back.
"Come on. Let me get you cleaned up, wife." Rhea sighs blissfully as Byleth carries her into their private washroom, and it's a lot more sensual given how her arousal coats some of Byleth's exposed stomach where her shirt is bunched up. (It also helps that she's only wearing her open robe). Suddenly, however, she realizes she has yet to reciprocate such pleasure for Byleth.
"Dear, I should be touching you as you did for me." Byleth's cheeks and nose seem to get a little red, but she acts otherwise unphased.
"I'd really like that, but tonight was for you. We have forever after all." She sets the taller woman down on the toilet and kisses her head. "I'm going to go change… I definitely need a new pair of smallclothes," she chokes out, causing Rhea to quietly laugh at her antics as she shimmies out of the room.
I love you. Thank you again.