Pies in the Oven
The sun rose beyond the seas of the Aquatic Capital of the Leicester region, Derdriu. The mercantile city of Fodlan began to slowly burst with life as bells tolled in its harbors to signal both the arrival and departure of the ships moored in it. Lamps began to turn off within the homes of its citizens, chimneys began to smoke while some had already begun to open up their shops or stalls to maximize their profits.
Seagulls mewed over the gentle seas, but such sounds were akin to an alarm for a certain family living within the harbor district of the city.
Byleth Eisner opened his eyelids to reveal still drowsy blue eyes, the sight of the curtains gently tossing around to the breeze of the sea through the open window was the first thing he laid eyes on for the day.
He had slightly wished for the strands of white hair beside him to be his first sight. Strands of white hair belonging to the still sleeping woman beside him, softly snoring as she enjoyed a rather good sleep.
Byleth's sheepish face turned into a smile as he saw the delicate skin on the woman's back that was exposed to him as well as the smooth silky legs that he had the immediate temptation to feel.
Softly tracing his right hand on her legs, feeling the smooth skin on her thighs and legs, he placed a single peck on the exposed back of the woman, making her gasp at the sensation, rousing her from her slumber.
"Byleth…" Lysithea whined rather meekly as if complaining her sleep was prematurely disturbed by her husband.
"It's time to wake up, Lysithea." Byleth smiled as he watched his wife's eyes slowly open to reveal sleepy pink eyes that glanced at him.
"I do hope…" Lysithea yawned. "That you waking me up has something to do with preparing for the day…"
"We still have time before we properly start our day." Byleth sensually whispered, his hands going further up within his wife's night dress to feel her skin within her abdomen.
As Byleth's hands continued to slowly go up, Lysithea could only stifle her moans as she shivered at Byleth's touch, her eyes worriedly looking at the closed door leading out of their bedroom until she gave in to the sensual touches and kisses of her husband, non-verbally desiring him to continue, which Byleth silently complied.
Their attempts for a rather carefree start of their morning was immediately tarnished when the door to their bedroom suddenly swung open, alerting the couple in their bed and ceasing what they were attempting to do for the sake of the person responsible for interrupting them.
"Mommy… Daddy…" A little girl sporting the same shade of hair as her father sleepily rubbed her eyes before yawning. "Good morning…"
Her drowsy eyes opened to reveal the same pink orbs her mother possessed after yawning, her arms hugging a teddy bear to her chest as she entered the room, completely unaware of what her parents were doing prior to her interrupting them.
"Good morning, Elthea." Lysithea immediately got out of bed, fixing her night dress to look more appropriate as she walked to her daughter, not wanting to risk losing her daughter's innocence at such a young age.
Rubbing away any traces of rheum on the corners of her daughter's eyes, Lysithea then carried the five year old into her arms, bringing the child with her as they sat on the bed with Byleth having sat up as well.
Elthea Eden Eisner, their daughter of five years turning six, born after the war her parents had participated in was nearly the spitting image of her mother with the exception of the teal hair her father possesses. Her name was a rather difficult one for her parents to choose, having to choose between Lyla or Loray until they decided to have her godmother choose instead who took a sleepless night to think and decide one.
"I'm hungry…" The child whined as Lysithea tended to Elthea's hair, brushing it to rid her of any loose strands brought up by her sleeping.
Byleth barely suppressed a dissatisfied groan at the untimely interruption of his rare chances to be intimate with his wife, something that has been recurring recently in large part to his daughter. While he does love her immensely, she was still at a tender young age of being overly attached to her parents, which has caused her to intrude at the worst possible times, though he couldn't really blame her for it. Besides, looking at her now reaching out for him to carry her right after Lysithea finished brushing her hair, it was hard to blame her for anything.
"Let's eat breakfast, shall we?" Byleth asked Elthea, who smiled brightly and nodded for the first meal of their day, more excited at the prospect of eating together with her parents over the possible serving of bread with sweet fruit jam.
"I'll be with you shortly, my love." Lysithea told Byleth as she walked towards her wardrobe after washing her face on a basin of water in their bedroom.
The smell of caramelized onions permeated the dining room/kitchen area of the Eisner family's home in Derdriu. It was still early in the morning, but they could hear the hustle and bustle of Derdriu outside, especially those of the people working at the docks, the same ones that, not too long ago, were where Elthea's parents fought as part of a battle that shaped Fodlan into what it is today: under a single banner instead of three.
Despite the noises, Byleth had grown accustomed to the city and wouldn't even dream of going back to fighting battles anymore, even if the pay is potentially better as to provide for his family's comfort.
Lysithea had just arrived, giving her husband a peck to his lips as she took charge of one part of the stove to help Byleth cook their breakfast, the latter being the better one in this field of the culinary world, but that didn't mean she was lacking the needed flair to at least make edible meals outside of sweets.
"Mommy, can I have candy while you and daddy cook?" Elthea asked from her seat at the table.
"No, El." Lysithea called her daughter by her affectionate nickname. "You can only have candy once you've finished eating breakfast."
"Okay." Elthea looked down on the single piece of sweet candy on the table, still wrapped in its wrapper.
Lysithea glanced at her daughter to make sure she didn't eat the candy, pleased that Elthea didn't consume it. She smiled at this, thankful Elthea wasn't at least stubborn when most kids her age are. She wasn't really strict with Elthea, but she made sure to instill some discipline into her that may prove to be a valuable foundation for her growth. Lysithea also didn't want to risk making her daughter fear her as well and making it synonymous to respect.
She then glanced at her husband who wore a small smile as he cooked some sausages and bacon in his pan. Sometimes she forgets how different Byleth was years ago when they were still in Garreg Mach. Rarely smiling, always serious, and seemed to be looking for some other purpose in his life other than just fighting and killing for a living. It was these kinds of small pleasures in life that Byleth wasn't taking for granted. Waking up with Lysithea, cooking meals for them, and just going on with their humble life in the city.
Speaking of small pleasures, Lysithea could feel that she and Byleth have been rather lacking in some department in terms of pleasure. Byleth could hide it all he wants, but Lysithea could tell… and sympathize with it.
"When will the stork arrive? Mommy? Daddy?" Elthea suddenly asked, waving her legs up and down as she sat, waiting and getting bored for breakfast to be served by her parents.
"Stork?" Byleth asked, passing the pan he was cooking with to Lysithea for her to cut up the sausages into smaller pieces for Elthea. Lysithea, in turn, passed the pan containing the nearly cooked onion omelet for her husband to finish and plate after.
Elthea nodded even if her parents didn't glance at her. "Auntie El told me once that storks deliver babies when I asked her where I came from. I remember she suddenly didn't feel well during that time." the young girl said, putting a hand on her chin as thought of how her godmother, the Emperor of Fodlan reacted.
"Unwell… huh…?" Lysithea muttered, fully knowing the reason why Edelgard would react as such.
"Her face suddenly turned red when I asked her." Elthea replied before repeating her question. "So when will the stork arrive with my baby sibling?"
Byleth and Lysithea turned to each other, silently telling the other to go and explain it to their daughter.
While both of them appreciated Edelgard not telling Elthea about the truth of how babies are made, they are now faced with the dilemma of telling her when one arrives into the world. Why didn't Edelgard just ignore the question instead of telling Elthea a white lie in an attempt to shield her innocence?
Edelgard had always been doting to her godchild after she was asked by Byleth and Lysithea to name the still unborn Elthea back then while still in Lysithea's womb. So attached is Edelgard to her godchild that she is the sole reason why the Emperor goes off to sneak outside Enbarr just to visit them in Derdriu, something that distresses everyone in Enbarr when they find out the Emperor is missing. Suffice to say, Ferdinand and Hubert aren't amused by Edelgard's escapades since the former is mostly left alone to deal with the politics in Enbarr while Hubert would have to travel to Derdriu and fetch the runaway Emperor.
"Maybe when you start sleeping by yourself in your room and wake a little bit later in the mornings– ooof!" Byleth murmurs to himself was interrupted when he felt Lysithea's elbow hitting the side of his abdominal area, nearly letting go of the pan he was holding. Lysithea turned around to look at her daughter with a nervous smile, obviously trying to keep herself composed in light of her daughter's questions.
"I can't really tell when Mister Stork will arrive, but maybe I can write him a letter for you, what do you think El?" Lysithea sweetly said in an attempt to placate her daughter, approaching the dinner table and serving the platter of cut sausages beside the warm loaves of freshly baked bread.
"Really? I can ask the stork to come quickly?!" Elthea asked, becoming excited at the prospect of expediting the arrival of her younger sibling, her imagination already thinking of various words to write in the letter and the arrival of a big stork carrying a baby.
"O-Of course…" Lysithea faked a smile.
'El, what have you done and told my daughter?!' Lysithea mentally said, imagining saying such words towards the Emperor who she wished was sneezing by now.
Byleth laid down the plate of omelet for him and his family to eat, his hand still on the part Lysithea elbowed. Elthea quickly took her share of the food, looking in high spirits with the answers she received from Lysithea.
Meanwhile, Byleth and Lysithea ate in awkward silence, thinking how theyl can they make this lie that Edelgard started work and to not upset their daughter by showing nothing in a few months' time.
They both wanted to give Elthea what she had been asking for the entire year ever since she found out about the concept of younger siblings. They both wanted another child, but more importantly, they both craved the act of creating one.
They both mentally cursed the irony that all of which was impossible because the very person who was requesting them of having a sibling is the one stopping them from creating one.
After Lysithea cleaned Elthea and helped her get ready for the day, the family went to the front door of their home and shop.
A shop that they have both established since the war concluded, a pastry shop of Lysithea's idea and their livelihood.
"And don't forget your beret now." Lysithea said as she lowered herself down to match Elthea's height, placing the red hat on her daughter's head before making sure the black outer robe Elthea wore over her red dress was in the right condition. The red beret was a gift by Edelgard when she snuck out to visit Elthea on her birthday to personally gift it to her only to be dragged away shortly by Hubert.
"Well then, I'll be dropping El off at school before coming back." Byleth said just as his wife was finished double checking Elthea's grooming and clothes.
"Oh, I almost forgot!" Lysithea exclaimed, rushing to the cupboards situated at the counters of their pastry shop to get a small box of pastries. "The candyman is expecting these doughnuts, be sure to deliver them to him along the way." She passed on a rather cold box to Byleth, having been chilled in the closed cupboard that Lysithea had magically enchanted with ice magic to preserve it, having made them yesterday alongside other orders that Byleth is to deliver in his daily routine around Derdriu.
Byleth nodded. "Do we need anything else? I think I remember our cake flour is beginning to run out."
Lysithea had a look of realization to her husband's inquiry. "Thanks for reminding me. Yes, we need sacks of flour, powdered sugar, and the rest are in the list I gave you."
Byleth looked down on the paper he was holding with his other hand before he gave Lysithea nod.
"Hazelnut… Cocoa…" Byleth murmured as he said out the items in the list Lysithea gave him.
"Take care now and do good in school, okay my little sweet?" Lysithea said, stroking her hands lovingly on Elthea's cheeks who giggled and nodded.
The husband and wife then turned to each other, leaning closer to plant kisses on their lips as their daughter watched with a smile on witnessing her parents show their loving affection for one another.
"Don't tire yourself while I'm gone." Byleth told Lysithea, fully knowing how his wife pushes herself despite the lack of need to do so since she was cured of her past condition.
"Bye bye mommy! See you later!" Elthea cheerfully waved as she and her father both went out the door with Lysithea watching them leave, waving back to her daughter. She then closed the door to her pastry and bakery shop, but not before flipping the small dangling sign on the front door from "Sorry we're closed." to "Welcome, we're open.". Her first customers for the day would soon arrive seeking to buy her confectionery that has steadily created a reputation as one of the best places to buy sweets in Derdriu.
"Oh right, I have to prepare those pies the merchant needs for the party tomorrow."
"Daddy, can I play horsey with the cart?" Elthea asked, walking alongside her father who was pulling a sparsely filled wooden cart he uses to buy large quantities of ingredients for either their pastry and bakery business, or for their own uses. The only contents within the cart were the boxes of doughnuts, pastries, and baskets of freshly baked bread that Byleth is to deliver to their customers on his way to drop Elthea off at her school and whilst shopping for ingredients.
Byleth glanced at Elthea, seeing her expectant stare. He gave her a smile and stopped, picking his daughter up as people in Derdriu passed by them.
"Just be careful and hold on to the cart. Don't step on our customer's food. Can you do that?" Byleth asked the little girl who nodded repeatedly. Chuckling, Byleth gently put his daughter on the cart before resuming in pulling it with his daughter in tow.
"Go horsey go!" Elthea giggled out of joy as she pretended to be riding on a carriage with her father acting as the horse pulling it, envisioning herself as a royal princess that she had read from story books, as well as recalling the times she rode in carriages with her parents, grandparents, or Edelgard in the times they traveled out of Derdriu. Last time she rode an actual carriage was when her parents closed down shop to travel to this place called Garreg Mach where Edelgard alongside many of her parents' friends were, calling it a reunion and reopening of the place where they all met.
Frankly, Elthea only cared about the sweets that were served during her time in that place. She recalled seeing her father stand before a place filled with many stones. It seemed that Byleth was talking to one stone in particular while she and Lysithea watched from a distance when they separated themselves from the festivities.
Byleth chuckled at his daughter's playful antics while trying to ignore the looks they were receiving from the people they passed by. Most of them being strangers like visitors to the city with only a few who knew them, all of which shook their heads with expectant smiles.
"Ah, dear child. Lively as always."
Elthea's eyes lit up at the familiar warm but wizened eyes that laid upon her, eyes that belonged to the candyman. That same candyman that Byleth is to deliver the doughnuts for and is a regular at their shop, and vice versa.
"Mister!" Elthea called out excitedly as Byleth stopped pulling the cart to greet the old candy maker.
"Good morning. My wife told me these are yours?" Byleth was about to get the box of doughnuts only for Elthea to beat him to it, taking the box with her own hands and presenting it to her favorite candy maker.
The aged candyman nodded affirmatively. "The young missus always makes the best sweetened breads here in Derdriu. I'm sure my grandchildren will love these." He gently took the box from Elthea, momentarily leaving his cart which doubles as his mobile workshop and stall.
"Here, payment as agreed." The old man carefully placed some coins on Byleth's open palm. "And an extra for the lively child."
He then gave Elthea a small bag of candied fruits he had made for the day, one of the young girl's favorite things to snack on. Byleth knew better by now not to reject such a kind gesture as it will always end up with the old man insisting and Elthea eagerly accepting such gifts.
"Thank you! I love your candies very much!" Elthea cheerfully thanked him to which the old man shook his head.
"It's nothing. Now do good in school now, alright?
With that Byleth and Elthea left the old candymaker to tend to his shop, Byleth pocketing the coins he had received as payment before pulling the cart again. The candyman has been one of their regulars and one of their first customers ever since Byleth and Lysithea relocated to Derdriu. Every now and then, he would gift Elthea with his own candies due to his fondness of her and her parents.
"Do you want some, daddy?" Elthea asked as she opened the small bag of candied fruits, taking out an orange and chewing on it.
Byleth shook his head. "That's yours to enjoy, El."
"But I want to share some with you…"
Hearing the soft pleading of his child and unable to resist it, Byleth turned his head to the side and gestured to his daughter to toss a piece for him to catch with his mouth. Delighted, Elthea quickly took out a candied strawberry and tossed it in the direction of her father's head. He caught the piece with his mouth and chewed on it as Elthea took another piece of candied fruit to chew on and enjoy.
Father and daughter soon arrived at the school at the bayside, one of the many schools in the city and the one closest to the home of the Eisners. In truth, Elthea was capable of walking to and from this school but on some occasion, Byleth or Lysithea would be accompanying her.
"I'll have to drop you off here." Byleth said, gently putting down his cart so that his daughter wouldn't be taken by surprise when he dropped it to get her down.
Picking his daughter up from the cart he was pulling, Byleth set her down to the cobbled ground. He made the final checks that Elthea had her bag and corrected the position of the red beret on her head.
When all was done, Byleth gave a small smile and a soft pat to Elthea's beret covered head.
"I'll see you back home later and remember. No detours."
Elthea gave her father a cheerful grin that often lit up her parents' mood every time she flashes it. "I will! See you later daddy!"
"Take care on the way home." Byleth said with one last smile as he and his daughter exchanged waves of farewell before the latter ran inside the school she attended.
Afternoon fast approached Derdriu. Byleth sighed as he finally reached the end of his destination for the day, hauling the cart full of sacks of baking supplies Lysithea had asked to buy for their business.
While it is true that they established this business together to make a living after they rejected Edelgard's offer to live off of her with a monthly stipend, they opted instead to strike out on their own after Lysithea dissolved her noble house. Byleth has been more or less Lysithea's muscle in delivering their goods to their customers or bringing in supplies needed while Lysithea is left undisturbed to make her breads and pastries while tending to the shop.
Byleth at one point was ready to help with the kitchen work, something Lysithea tried to train him for which ended mostly in disaster due to Byleth's rather rough handiwork in handling the delicate process of making sweets.
He remembered how Lysithea tried to teach him how to use the piping bag only for Byleth to use too much force which unleashed most of the cream inside to the cake that Lysithea had just finished decorating for a birthday. A child nearly celebrated their birthday with a mess of a cake that day, Elthea's to be precise.
Byleth parked his cart at the back of their house and shop, after passing through the narrow alleyway from the main street of Derdriu. He first took out the sack of confectioner's sugar that Lysithea often uses for icing and frosting for her pastries especially for cakes that are her biggest hit in Derdriu.
Carrying the single heavy sack over his shoulder, Byleth opened the back door to be met by the delicious aromas of bread and cake being baked in their ovens. His eyes then caught sight of Lysithea in the middle of using her piping bag to apply frosting on the base chocolate sponge.
The sound of Byleth closing the door behind him alerted Lysithea of her husband's return, having been focused on planning the decoration of the cake before her.
"Oh, welcome back my love." Lysithea greeted him with a small smile, noticing the sack of sugar her husband was carrying. "Perfect timing! I am in dire need of that particular sugar for this cake I'm making."
"We had half a sack of that just earlier." Byleth noted. "Surge of cake orders?"
Lysithea nodded as she pointed to the counter where Byleth will lean the sack of sugar to.
"The Merchant's Guild filed many orders for a feast they're having soon, but this one order came first from mother."
"Counte–" Byleth cut himself off, nearly uttering his mother-in-law with her former title. "Mother? As far as I remember, her and father's birthdays are still months away." Byleth said while addressing his in-laws by their preferred titles now.
"It's for a long staying guest in their inn." Lysithea said, taking cups of the powder Byleth had brought in and placing them inside a clean mixing bowl. She added cubes of butter afterwards as she started mixing, the powdery sugar soon dusting onto her apron.
"Do you mind bringing in the other supplies and help me clean up? Elthea will be home soon and mother will be picking up this order as well." Lysithea requested as she added vanilla extract and milk into her mixing bowl, mixing them further with a spatula to create a white frosting for the cake.
Byleth obeyed his wife's request, doing so as she went back to apply the frosting she had made to the cake on the other counter.
As Byleth nearly finished unloading all the supplies he bought, he watched his wife work diligently on the cake.
It reminded him of one of the reasons he fell for her: her determination to see things through, her strong will matched only by a few individuals he had met, and not to mention her more feminine qualities after he had reunited with her and his other students. Out of all of them, she looked the fairest among all of the girls, despite always possessing a serious demeanor, when she smiles she brings out the best of her.
Remembering all of this made Byleth blush, his heart beating faster as he realized for the nth time how lucky of a man he is to marry such a rare and exceptional person like Lysithea.
Without a thought, Byleth approached his wife, still unaware of how she had bedazzled her husband without doing anything in particular.
"Just a few more— ahh!" Lysithea yelped out in surprise when she felt her husband's two strong arms wrapping around her waist and his face burying on the bare skin of her shoulder area, smelling the mixture of the aroma of sweat, sugar, and Lysithea's own aroma.
"B-Byleth?" Lysithea called out, still taken aback by her husband's sudden display of affection despite scolding him once to never disturb her as such when working on the more sensitive sweets.
Byleth didn't say a word as he took in Lysithea's warmth and smell. Lysithea had an inkling of what was inside her husband's mind as she too would have the urge to just embrace Byleth without any particular reason but to show her affection for him.
Seconds seemed to turn to minutes as the two stood still. While Lysithea wanted to feel more of her husband's displays of affection, she still had something to do and she wouldn't be able to proceed if Byleth had his arms locked around her in an embrace.
"Dear, I still need to—"
Again, without a word from Byleth, his left arm let go of her only for it to go up to gently cup Lysithea's chin to make her face him.
Their eyes locked after Lysithea looked over her shoulder, her eyes widened as she recognized the look Byleth was giving her.
Before she could protest, Byleth's lips crashed onto hers, kissing her hungrily as Lysithea was shocked by her husband's sudden move towards her.
As for Byleth, he couldn't hold his feelings down anymore. For so long he wanted to have more intimate time with his wife that he was starved from it. Every time they had an opportunity, Elthea would interrupt them with a myriad of different reasons. If Elthea wasn't around, both of them were busy tending to their shop or in Byleth's case, running around Derdriu selling their goods or buying supplies for their pastry shop. Coupled with Elthea's unintentional interruptions of his intimacy with Lysithea had frustrated the former professor to the point that Lysithea looks so enticing in his eyes without any additional effort from Lysithea.
Lysithea managed to pull away from the kiss despite enjoying the sensation of her husband's lips on hers, the rational part of her mind still prevailing over the simmering desire within her to give in to what Byleth wanted her to do with him.
"My goodness, what's going on with you?!" Lysithea exclaimed out in shock as she panted for air from the intense kiss.
Byleth didn't listen as he made Lysithea yelp again when his slimy tongue touched her neck, making her moan.
"E-El w-will be— ahh… home soon…" Her sense of reason was slowly beginning to diminish as her husband glided his tongue along her bare neck, bringing out a shudder from her body. Pent-up as she was, now really wasn't the time for doing this.
"I know," he whispered, but the arm that remained around her didn't budge. Meanwhile the other he brought down and began to massage her now covered thigh, resuming from where he left off earlier in the morning, and bringing out a soft gasp from his wife.
"Then w-why— haaah… why are you… still going?" She wanted nothing more than for them to have sex again, but the prospect of their daughter walking in and seeing them in the middle of it greatly worried her, but as his digits gently slid up and down her leg that concern was beginning to fade and be replaced by thoughts of him wanting to touch her more.
"It's been too long." He lowered his head and trailed kisses down the exposed part of her back, causing her to shiver and let out a raspy gasp as she felt his lips go down her spine. Byleth was fully erect by this point, loving the feeling of touching his wife this much after so long, but he wanted more. He wanted her to touch him as well.
"S-she's going to— mmfff… see us…" Lysithea's body was heating up despite her protests, a feeling she missed having after going so long without this. The wet feeling of his lips on her back, the way his fingers messaged her thigh, it was all more than enough for her to dampen her tights as they started to get stained by her desires leaking out.
"Then we better be quick." Byleth guided his arm upward and cupped one of her breasts, a little larger than they used to be after having given birth to their precious daughter. It brought out a breathy moan from his wife as her knees began to buckle under her. He kissed back up her neck and all the way to her ear and she quivered as his hot breath passed by it. Using his other hand, he took a hold of the arm that wasn't still holding the piping bag and brought it down to his bulging manhood. Lysithea's eyes went wide as her palm was pressed onto it, feeling just how hard she was making him. "Do me too."
She did as was told as she began to rub her hand up and down his shaft, eliciting quieted grunts from her husband as he continued to fondle her. She couldn't remember the last time she had her hand on it. Months? Years? So many times where she wanted to get intimate with Byleth, only for Elthea to interrupt them just as they were getting into it. Now they were alone at last, and with how far they were proceeding her womanly desires were overtaking her logic and awareness of her surroundings. There were still orders to be fulfilled, but more and more she wanted to be filled full.
His hand left her leg and pushed up enough of her dress for it to slide underneath and into her tights. Lysithea let out a surprised moan as his fingers slid the length of her pussy, feeling just how wet she was getting from only a minute or so of foreplay. "You're being more honest here."
"Oh hush…" she replied, but his menstrations only lasted a moment before she felt two of his fingers slide easily inside her. He moved his fingers in a beckoning motion, and each time he pushed them in she moaned in response, a sweet melody he missed for far too long.
"B-Byleeeeth…" She bit the bottom of her lip, stifling her moans some as he continued. She didn't let up on arousing him, and with expert finesse from months of experience she easily brought out his dick to the open air. Feeling the skin of his girth now, she wrapped her hand around it and sped up her motions.
"Lysithea…" he murmured, suddenly resting his head on her shoulder as his wife jerked his bare manhood, the sensation of her smooth hand sending heat up his body. "J-just like that…" He gave her nipple a pinch, forcing a whine from her as grip tightened somewhat on his girth. Her juices were soaking his hand by now, but he didn't let up as his fingers caressed her velvety insides.
He sped up his pace, now thrusting his fingers into her and hearing the squelching that answered his motions. Lysithea let out audible moans now as she too increased her speed, though she could feel her legs begin to give out as the pleasure threatened to overwhelm her.
"Enough…!" Lysithea begged, squeezing on his dick hard enough to signal him to stop his motions. Byleth retracted his fingers from her pussy, and as soon as he did she threw her arms around him and brought him down to passionately kiss him as though the gates had been flung open. Byleth replied in kind as their tongues clashed and wrestled together. As soon as Lysithea pulled away, he could see the desperation in her eyes. "I cannot wait any longer!"
Byleth nodded curtly before kneeling down to pull her tights and panties off. Once her legs were free from their confines, he hoisted her up off the ground and gripped her ass. She re-wrapped her arms around his neck, and with a little effort he thrusted his dick into her sopping slit.
She let out a pleasured moan as the sensation of being filled once again finally came over her. Byleth didn't move for a moment as well, savoring the hot, velvety feeling of being inside his wife again. With how long it had been since they last had sex, her pussy was tight around his dick, but he didn't mind at all.
He set himself in motion as began thrusting into Lysithea, not being slow in his movements. He needed to get both of them off as quickly as possible before their daughter returned home. Waves of heat and ecstasy flowed through them as he continually pounded her, hitting her sweet spot again and again, each time bringing out a cry of satisfaction from her. The squelching sounds of his thrusts filled the room along with her gasps, a melody he missed greatly, and her juices dripped down to Lysithea's discarded undergarments.
"Yes!" she cried out to the heavens, "Right there! Ah! It's been too long!" Her grip on him tightened, to the point that she was almost digging her fingers through his tunic. She crashed her lips into his, muffling her voice, and their tongues wrestled inside. She had almost forgotten how incredible this felt, and it wasn't often that they fucked this roughly. Not only that, but this was the first time they had sex outside of their bedroom. She mentally admitted that she did find the change in setting enticing.
Shocks went up her spine as Byleth kept reaching the deepest part of her, hitting her cervix over and over again as she emitted her moans into his mouth. Her body felt incredibly hot all over as he feverishly thrusted into her. She could already feel that familiar tension build up as she approached her climax, and soon enough it pulsed throughout her body, forcing her mouth away from his and letting her voice ring out across their home.
Byleth nearly let out his load as she tightened up even more around him from her climax, but as quickly as he wanted to get it done, he wanted more. When he felt Lysithea slacken her grip on him, he planted her back onto the table, shaking and clattering everything on it. He climbed up on after her, resting his chest onto hers and feeling her breasts pressed against it, wanting to feel every part of his amazing wife, inside and out. Wrapping his arms around her, he went back to his animalistic thrusting as Lysithea weakly put one arm around his back.
"By-Byleth…!" she moaned, struggling with her words as she tried to come down from her orgasm. "W-wait! I'm… I'm still s-sensitive!" But he ignored her plea, so all she could manage was to hold on for dear life. Her free hand found the piping bag from earlier and she took ahold of it. His movements were so rough, so primal, something they rarely ever did, and with how sensitive she still was combined with all that, she kept cumming repeatedly. She was gradually losing the feeling in her legs as they dangled helplessly off the counter.
Her pussy kept squeezing down on his dick, but Byleth held on for the moment, not wanting to let this end. It felt so incredibly hot and good as his heart raced to keep up with his pace. He pulled his head back slightly to gaze at his wife, and he could see how dazed and pleasured she was. Eyes half-open, mouth agape, tongue nearly popping out, it all turned him on so much. So much so that he could feel his legs tensing up, and that familiar quickly building in his loins.
"Lys!" he exclaimed. "I'm so close!"
"I-inside…!" she managed to plead. "Do it inside me…!" With a few more hard thrusts, they were both there. Lysithea yelled aloud while he grunted, smacking her pelvis one last time as he released his cream inside her oven. Load after load of batter filled her womb up as her pussy clamped down hard on him and tried to force out as much as possible. Her grip on his back was so intense from her own orgasm that she practically dug her nails into it, while the other hand tightened so much on the piping bag that a long strand of frosting escaped and built up on the counter.
They spent several seconds gasping for air, both parties exhausted after such an intense session of love-making. Lysithea lost her grip and her arms fell to either side of her, while his arms slackened behind her. The couple managed to open their eyes and gaze into the pink and blue pools tiredly.
"In… incredible…" she managed to breathe. She weakly brought up her hand and caressed the cheek of the man who saved her life, and made it possible for such a thing to even occur.
Byleth smiled at his frazzled, but beautiful wife. "Yes. It… it was."
She brought her other hand to his cheek, and Byleth read her mind to bring his face to hers as they tenderly kissed. Both of them wished that this moment of intimacy could last forever.
That was until they heard the sound of the door to their love nest open, and their eyes burst open as panic began to set in.
"Mommy? Daddy? I'm home!" the voice of their daughter called out to them.
Elthea was surprised to see the pastry shop her parents managed was unattended. Normally, she would see either her mother or father taking charge behind the counter and greet her upon her return. Not to mention the front door wasn't locked, Elthea thought that despite some previous cases of shoplifting in the absence of one, her parents would be more alert.
"Mommy? Daddy?" Elthea called out once more before deciding to just move on to the kitchen, thinking her parents were busy making some cream pies or other orders that required two sets of hands. She then heard what seemed to be trays and other kitchenware falling on the stone floor from behind the door to the pastry kitchen.
Right before Elthea can reach the door leading to the pastry kitchen, the shop's door opens once more. The young girl looked behind to see if it's a new customer only to be met by a familiar face.
"GRANDMA!"
Throwing down her school bag on the wooden floor, Elthea jumped into the former Countess Ordelia's (now preferring to be called Ma'am Ordelia) arms, who wasn't expecting the sudden weight to be thrown at her.
Despite the initial discomfort, seeing her granddaughter, someone she never expected to have considered her daughter's former condition, lit up a smile upon the former countess' face. While the years prior to Elthea's birth had been terrible for her appearance due to more than a decade of stress, her aged face had been reinvigorated with the war's end and her family's salvation from their woes.
She still dressed presentably to reflect her status as an accomplished owner of an inn but it didn't bother her that her clothes were being wrinkled by Elthea who clutched on them and nuzzled her head on her grandmother's face.
"Oh my sweet Elthea, did you just come home from school?" The middle aged woman asked, noticing that Elthea still wore her red beret and the discarded school bag on the floor.
"Why are you here grandma?" Elthea asked just as her grandmother gently put her down, unable to carry the growing child anymore.
Picking up Elthea's bag and handing it to her, the former countess looked around to also notice the same observation her granddaughter had earlier.
"I'm actually here to pick up the cake I ordered for a guest from your mother," the former countess replied, placing her hands on her waist as she looked on in disapproval of how her daughter and son-in-law left the shop unattended.
"I'll go tell mommy you are here!" Elthea excitedly said just before her grandmother could comment.
Just as Elthea was about to reach the door, it opened to reveal a sweaty Lysithea, her cheeks still flushed red either from what they had just done, the heat, or the fact that she and her husband had been nearly seen by their daughter in the aftermath of their rather shameless sexual escapade in the kitchen.
"Mommy! Grandma is here!" Elthea exclaimed with glee, although she also took a moment to register her mother's rather weary and spent appearance.
Lysithea stifled a nervous smile to her daughter, giving Elthea's beret-covered head a pat before sighing deeply, placing her hands on the front desk counter of her pastry shop to collect herself.
"My goodness, you looked like you've been working yourself to the bone today!" the countess remarked in alarm as she studied her ragged daughter. She was drenched with sweat, and her breathing was rather patchy. "You look so tired and sweaty!"
Lysithea took a moment before responding to her mother's worries as her mind was scrambling to think of an excuse to placate her mother and daughter's concerned looks upon her.
"I was… helping Byleth… unload some things…" she said, and she immediately felt like slapping herself to the face for the unintentional innuendo she had just said despite the two other parties being unaware of what had just transpired.
Her mother bought the lie, as she felt satisfied with the reason her daughter's shop was left unattended, being aware of Byleth's role for their livelihood, but she did find it strange that Lysithea seemed to be needed for unloading the things Byleth buys when the man himself has the strength of many men in one body. Lysithea could feel a wave of relief as her daughter and mother were none the wiser as the latter inquired about her order if it was finished or not.
As the mother and daughter discussed, the two were completely unaware that Elthea left them to enter through the open doorway to the kitchen to drop off her bag and hat upstairs to the residential space of the building they resided in.
"I ran out of sugar needed, and it just so happened that Byleth arrived recently."
The former countess nodded in understanding at the delay of her order. "Well, it's not like the guest would need it until tonight." Then, the elder Ordelia's eyes trailed down to notice something strange.
"It's almost done, mother. I just need to apply the last touches to the frosting and–"
It was strange for Lysithea to forego wearing her tights as her mother observed, it was a staple in her wardrobe ever since she grew into a young woman following her years in Garreg Mach.
Also, was that… cream trickling down her daughter's legs from her… thighs?
"Mommy."
The conversation between the two ceased as both turned to look at the youngest member of their family looking at Lysithea, in her hands was something that made Lysithea's eyes open wide in horror. She had completely lost sight of Elthea as soon as her mother inquired about the cake order.
"Why are your tights and undies on the floor in the kitchen?" In Elthea's hands were Lysithea's panties, still soaked in her juices caused when Byleth had touched her there to stimulate her.
Lysithea could only look on in shock and horror, then realization hit her that her mother was still with them. Slowly, she turned to the former countess, she immediately started sweating once again as she saw her mother being hit by a tidal wave of realization.
"And you wasted frosting on the table too!" Elthea said as she looked rather displeased at the wasted sweet frosting on the table. Lysithea had hoped at that moment that her daughter would just keep her mouth shut as she saw the development of her mother's reaction.
It didn't take long for the former Countess Ordelia to put together what had just transpired between her daughter and son-in-law just recently. The chewing out the married couple suffered through was legendary.
SuperbOwl A/N: Yet another team-up with my friend kenji on yet another Bysithea smut, this time for CF! Not my chosen route mind you, but much like the first smut this is something we had in mind for a while, and only recently were able to put this into words. This is actually the first time I've done rougher sex compared to my previous smut fics, so hopefully I managed to make that impression. I'm also quite proud of one particular sentence in this fic, and am curious to see if anyone can guess what that is xD!
kenji1104's A/N: Another collab with Owl, another smut to give to all of you! While I truly enjoyed VW a lot, CF's ending is something I always preferred in terms of ending and it made me excited to know that Owl was willing to write this fic with me after pitching the idea of Byleth and Lysithea doing a quickie in the kitchen. I enjoyed writing and seeing the finished product especially with my partner's great editing as well as my chance to write a post-CF fic.
