And now the finale of the Battle of the Eagle and Lion. Wow, this was long. Multiple chapters nearly at my self-imposed word limit.
NOTE! Contains gratuitous groping. XD
Chapter 49 – Battle of the Eagle and Lion Pt 4 (Wyvern Moon)
Ferdinand took a moment to comprehend what he was seeing, and upon doing so he blushed as he averted his gaze. Mercedes and Petra were both still in the shredded tatters of their uniforms, the result of Annette's misfired spell not even a minute prior. Mercedes and Petra were now looking back at Ferdinand, and though Mercedes let out a shriek of embarrassment, Petra was not nearly as flustered.
"M-My apologies, Mercedes!" Ferdinand stammered. "I did not expect you to be in such a state of undress!"
"I-It's not your fault, Ferdinand!" Mercedes said meekly. "Oh my, this is much worse than when I forgot my uniform that one time!"
"Could you please vacate the field so I may continue this battle without offending your privacy?"
Ferdinand waited for a moment as he listened for footsteps. After several seconds, he turned back to where Mercedes and Petra had been. Mercedes had retreated but, to Ferdinand's dismay, Petra was still there, and still had plenty of her tanned skin on display. He could almost see one of her breasts about to fall out of her shirt.
"P-P-Petra! I'm sorry, but should you not be going with M-Mercedes?!"
"I do not have understanding," said Petra. "If Annette was the one who got the victory from Mercedes, does that mean the scoring goes to the Blue Lions?"
"N-No, I do not believe so! Please, Petra, leave the field and get yourself a new uniform!"
"But if I were to be getting the victory from you, would that not have gotten the scoring for the Black Eagles?"
"Please, ask Seteth or someone else from the Church these questions! I do not– GYAAH!"
Suddenly, a swirling tornado appeared around Ferdinand and his steed, lifting both into the air while slicing at Ferdinand's armor. It was the most advanced Wind spell known in Fódlan: Excalibur. Seconds later, Ferdinand and his horse plummeted to the ground, the steed letting out loud whinnies of pain as it scrambled to its feet and ran off.
Ferdinand groaned as he tried to right himself and looked up to see the one who had defeated him. Annette was cheering to herself as she jumped up and down.
"Oh yeah! Oh yeah! Go Annette! Go Annette! Go Annette! Go Anne– BAH!"
Just as Annette made another jump for joy, her head struck a practice axe that had been suspended over her head. The blow was enough to knock her down onto her rear as she rubbed her sore head.
"Oww… Who did that…?" Annette then looked up to see a familiar pinkette was her assailant.
"Sorry, Annette," said Hilda. "That must've hurt."
"H-Hilda! That wasn't fair!"
"All's fair in love and war, you know." Hilda made a wink as she said this.
On the ground, Ferdinand could only let out another groan as he slumped onto his back.
…
Professor Hanneman let out a loud groan as Dimitri's lance smacked him in his gut. The prince had landed a solid blow after dodging Hanneman's spell, bringing the Crest scholar to his knees. Hanneman caught his breath as he looked up at Dimitri, knowing he was finished.
"I concede, Prince Dimitri," said Hanneman. "You have fought excellently today."
"Not well enough it seems," Dimitri said as he looked back at Gronder Field.
"Indeed. It would appear you are the last standing member of the Blue Lions. Of course, now that Claude and I are out of the battle as well, our own hopes rest with Hilda."
"Then I apologize, but I do not intend to lose to her."
"Then, out of fairness, I wish you the best of luck. May the best warrior triumph."
As Hanneman made his way off the battlefield, Dimitri turned to watch as Annette sulked at Hilda's feet. He was about to make his way to her when a familiar voice stopped him.
"I hate to impose on you, Dimitri, but you will have to face me first."
Dimitri turned to see Edelgard approaching him, the princess now armed with a new practice axe.
"So, it is time to cross blades…" Dimitri said as he assumed a battle stance. "I never imagined such a day would come to pass."
Smiling as she brandished her axe, Edelgard said, "If the Empire and the Kingdom go to war, we'll be able to fight as much as we please."
"I am sorry, but that is not something to joke about. The thought of fighting you is troubling at best."
"In that case, I wonder when you'll be able to stomach facing me in battle… Do you need a few moments?"
"I thank you for such a gesture, but I don't require your charity. Now, here I come, Edelgard!"
Dimitri rushed forward and swung his lance at Edelgard, who blocked the blow with her shield before making her own strike at the prince. Dimitri avoided the hit and countered. The two went back and forth with their strikes for a good minute.
Then, as Edelgard hit Dimitri's lance, the prince made a shout as he channeled the power of the Minor Crest of Blaiddyd, and he swung hard at Edelgard. Edelgard swung her axe at Dimitri's lance, and the Minor Crest of Seiros shimmered from her body.
It was Edelgard's weapon that broke, for the Crest of Blaiddyd was stronger when it came to raw physical power. Edelgard made a yelp as her weapon burst into splinters, and then made a cry of pain as Dimitri's lance slammed into her left arm, sending her stumbling back, her arm now bleeding badly.
Edelgard grimaced as she looked at Dimitri and gripped her left arm. She could have won that clash. She should have won it, but she held back.
"Looks like this is my victory," said Dimitri.
"I'm… I'm not finished yet!" Edelgard shouted.
Edelgard rushed forward and tried to bash Dimitri with her shield, but the prince tossed aside his weapon and wrapped his arms around Edelgard's torso from behind. The princess thrashed as hard as she could, refusing to give in to the prince, but he held strong.
"G-Gnh! I-I'm not – I haven't l-lost yet! I–"
"Edelgard, that is enough!"
The two stopped struggling as Seteth swooped down on Hyperion, breaking up the fight. Dimitri released his grip on Edelgard, who stumbled away from him defiantly.
"This duel has concluded," said Seteth. "Dimitri has drawn blood and thus is the winner."
"No, I'm not finished yet! I can still fight!" said Edelgard.
"You know the rules, Edelgard. Unless you wish to have the Black Eagles receive a penalty in this battle, you will stand down."
Edelgard growled loudly at this, glaring first at Seteth, and then at Dimitri. Both looked at her with unease.
"Edelgard, that's enough," said Byleth as she strode up to her.
Surprised, Edelgard turned and said, "Professor Eisner, I can still–"
"You've fought well. Don't worry, I'll take it from here. Go get your arm fixed up."
Edelgard was silent for a moment, then let out a sigh and said, "Very well. But you had better not lose!"
The princess then moved off to rejoin the other students as she nursed her left arm. Byleth turned her attention back to Dimitri, who retrieved his lance.
"Edelgard hates losing," Byleth said to Dimitri.
"I can see that…" Dimitri replied. "But only one of us could have won that duel, and I proved the stronger."
"Strength isn't everything, Dimitri."
"Agreed." As he resumed his stance, Dimitri added, "How far can I push myself with you as my foe… This will be a great chance to test our mettle. Do not underestimate me, Professor Eisner, or you will fail!"
Byleth said nothing in reply as she readied her wooden sword. In her mind, Sothis was speaking to her.
"Before you think of it, if you should lose to Prince Dimitri, I will not be allowing you a second attempt," said Sothis. "That would be cheating, after all."
Byleth hadn't planned on doing it differently. She watched Dimitri intently, eyeing his posture and where his eyes were looking, and knew he was planning to end the fight in one strike.
Dimitri made his move, leaping up and throwing his lance at Byleth, a move so fast it would have surprised even a hardened warrior. But Byleth was too quick, and deftly dodged to the side. She then grabbed the lance, ripping it from the ground before throwing it back at Dimitri as he landed. The weapon spun as it flew, hitting Dimitri on the forehead with its shaft. Before Dimitri could recover, Byleth rushed up to him, grabbed him by the shoulder, and swung her knee to hit him in the gut. Dimitri shuddered as he gasped in pain. Byleth pulled her knee back, allowing Dimitri to topple to his knees as he clutched his stomach.
"W-Well… fought… Professor…" Dimitri gasped, and then he slumped onto his side.
Byleth looked down at him with concern. She then looked up at Seteth and asked, "Should… I have held back?"
Seteth did not answer this question.
…
Dorothea made a gasp of surprise as she saw Byleth slam her knee into Dimitri's gut. The Professor never ceased to amaze her in how she fought.
"Ouch…" said Hilda, prompting Dorothea to turn and ready her stance as the pinkette approached her. "Poor Dimitri. That had to hurt."
"Yeah, I'll bet," Dorothea replied congenially. "Guess it's just you and me now, Hilda."
"Looks that way… Hey, wait a second, weren't you fighting Felix? What happened?"
"He's now getting his injuries treated by Flayn." Dorothea smiled confidently as she said this.
"Wait, you mean you BEAT him? One-on-one?!"
Punctuating each syllable, Dorothea answered, "One. On. One."
"Oh, wow… I guess I'll need to take this seriously."
"Do you ever fight seriously, Hilda?"
"Of course I do! And you know what?" Hilda then made a dash at Dorothea as she shouted, "You can't handle my best!"
The Minor Crest of Goneril shone from Hilda's body as she jumped and swung her axe down at Dorothea. The singer jumped back to dodge, but the force of the blow was so great that it made small shockwave as Hilda's axe hit the ground. Dorothea yelped as the shockwave sent her flying back several feet, making her almost topple over.
Dorothea regained her balance and saw Hilda was again charging at her. Dorothea tried swinging her blade at Hilda's weapon, only to yelp as she was sent staggering back from the force of Hilda's strike.
"W-Whoa!" Dorothea gasped. "How are you so strong?"
Hilda said nothing as she twirled her axe and brought it and her arms behind her back in a pose. It was something that made countless boys swoon over her, and now Dorothea heard several Church soldiers cheering Hilda on.
Dorothea knew she was in for a tough fight. Despite her appearance, Hilda was much stronger and faster than she looked, courtesy of her Minor Crest of Goneril. In a pure physical fight, Dorothea knew she didn't stand a chance. And she couldn't risk a spell; Hilda would either knock her out before she could cast one, or she'd at least end up too close and they would both get shocked. She only managed to get one off against Felix because she had goaded him, but Hilda wasn't about to fall for a trick like that.
But then Dorothea remembered Hilda's clash with Caspar.
She smiled as she got an idea.
"Awfully popular today, aren't you?" said Dorothea.
"What can I say?" said Hilda. "When I actually try, I put in some work."
"Yeah, when you actually try…" Dorothea's tone went a bit icy at this.
"Hmm? Something wrong, Dorothea?"
"It's just… You get coddled so much by your family and put in so little effort for your success while I had to struggle and work hard for everything I wanted. Let's just say I'm a little jealous of you, Hilda."
"Ohh… Umm, sorry?"
"It's not your fault. But if you really wanted to make it up to me, you could always take a dive."
"Hehe, sorry, Dorothea, but I can't just LET you win. Like you said, you gotta earn it."
"Yeah, I guess I DO!"
Dorothea rushed forward and struck at Hilda, who parried the blow with her axe. Hilda then tried to counter the attack, but Dorothea rushed forward and, to Hilda's surprise, thrust her left hand forward and shoved, pushing hard against Hilda's right breast. Caught off guard, Hilda stumbled back with a blush on her face at being groped again.
"H-HEY! Watch the girls!" Hilda yelped. It was the reaction Dorothea had hoped for.
Dorothea didn't give Hilda another chance to move. She jumped forward, abandoning her blade as she pounced on Hilda. The pinkette shrieked as she was forced to the ground, dropping her axe as she was pinned on her back, her arms trapped under Dorothea's knees.
A second later, Hilda let out an even louder shriek as Dorothea's hands grabbed her breasts and squeezed. HARD.
"WHA?! AAH! D-DOROTHEA, what are you doing?!"
"Earning my victory!" Dorothea said with a smirk. "Wow, you're big, Hilda! Probably from eating all those cakes and pastries!"
"AAH! YAAH! C-Cut it out, Dorothea!"
Hilda tried to push Dorothea off her, but she couldn't get any leverage as the singer straddled her and continued to grope her chest roughly. Her face was turning as pink as her hair, and she looked from side to side for anyone to help her. However, all the Church soldiers were too aroused by what they saw to want it to stop.
"You know, the bigger these get, the more sensitive they are," said Dorothea. "And these are really big! Not as big as Professor Byleth's, but still…"
"D-D-Dorotheaaaa! Stop thaaat! Stop grabbing my boobs!"
"I'll stop if you give up, okay?"
"W-What?! No fair!"
"Say it, Hilda! Or I'll do THIS!"
Dorothea's fingers found Hilda's nipples through her uniform and gave them a hard pinch.
"AAAAHHHHHH! STOP THAAAT! NOT MY– OWWW!"
With each squeeze and tug Dorothea made on her breasts, Hilda felt her strength leave her body. She continued to try and squirm free, but she couldn't muster enough strength to force the singer off of her.
"Aaahhh… D-D-Dorothea, this is so – EEH?!"
Dorothea had released her grip on Hilda's chest for a brief instant, but it was only so that she could grab the middle of her shirt and pull it open. Buttons popped as Dorothea released Hilda's bountiful breasts from confinement, now held only in a lacy pink bra. Dorothea resumed groping the pinkette, who blushed even deeper now that her chest was nearly exposed. She heard the Church soldiers whistling at the lurid display, with some cheering for Dorothea to show them more.
"Ohh, do you hear that?" Dorothea asked. "They want to see more. Well, unless you give up, I may just have to give them what they want."
Hilda made a loud, shrill gasp at this notion. She might have been a bit of a tease but letting everyone see her exposed chest was too much!
"W-W-Wait! No, don't!" Hilda cried.
Dorothea gave Hilda's left breast another squeeze, and then moved her right hand to the center of Hilda's bra, intending to lift it.
"WAIT! STOP! I GIVE UP! I GIVE UP!"
"Awww, really?" Dorothea said in a teasing tone.
"YES, REALLY! YOU WIN! NOW GET OFF ME, PLEASE!"
"Gladly. Sorry about all that."
Dorothea stepped off Hilda as the pinkette swiftly wrapped her arms around her chest and scampered back from her.
As she gasped for breath, Hilda said, "That… That was so unfair!"
"Didn't you say all's fair in love and war?"
In a fit of pique, Hilda pouted as her eyes flooded with tears of embarrassment and said, "You'd better watch yourself, Dorothea! Someday, I'll return the favor!"
At that moment, the two heard a loud trumpet echoing across Gronder Field.
The Battle of the Eagle and Lion had officially ended.
Tell me, did I go too far with the raunchiness?
I hadn't originally planned for Dorothea to beat Hilda by groping her; originally I had thought to let Dimitri take her down, but then I got the idea while watching some ecchi anime and, well, it wrote itself.