"Ignatz please…" Byleth whimpered behind a folding screen, poking her head out timidly
"Come now my dear, it's for the sake of art!" He was failing to mask his enthusiasm hopping quickly to the other side of the screen
"What are you afraid of?" He purred, combing his fingers through her hair. "I don't mean to be vulgar, but it's nothing I haven't seen before."
Color rose through her cheeks and stained down her neck. He wondered how far it reached
"It's embarrassing. Why must I be painted?"
"You are my muse! Who else could it possible have been?" He beamed at her causing her blush to deepen
"You always use such honeyed words.." she mumbled, stepping forward from behind the screen
While true Ignatz had seen his spouse bare many times before it was always a sight to behold. The large swell of her Venus breasts and wide hips caught the light perfectly at every angle, though his eyes traveled lower
She pressed past him determinedly and stepped up to the pedestal window her body immediately cast over as the sun caught the stained glass
Ignatz steadied himself, moving to his easel. He cleared his throat carefully before continuing
"I want you to take the gossamer and trail it around you." His voice was still huskier than he had intended
"Like this? She trailed the fabric around her, the cast light reflecting off it beautifully
"Nearly, now I need you to kind of cover yourself." He blushed softly at her confused expression "Like your nipples."
"Oh." She whispered softly, suddenly reminded of her naked state. Holding the fabric in one hand she brought it around her breasts, pressing them closer to each other
"Yes…" he trailed off, his focus interupted by the creature before him. He tried to paint but his gaze would become distracted whenever it rested upon her curves
"How's it going?" She asked after nearly a full day of portraits
He frowned down at his canvas, a strange figure with strikingly defined lips, breasts, and thighs. He felt his frustration pique and he stormed over to the Goddess before him
"I need a break." He mumbled, locking the door before sweeping her into his arms. He carried her to a worn chair along the opposite wall and sat her on his lap. Before she had a chance to respond his lips were on her breasts
He licked tenderly at the soft skin there, nipping playfully at her nipple as her worked his trousers off one handedly
Byleth moaned a top him before feeling a soft prodding at her entrance. She squeaked in surprise, attempting to shoot Ignatz an annoyed glace, but he didn't raise his head and instead bucked against her again
"This is what you consider a break?" She moaned, rubbing her wet entrance against his head
"Well this time it's not a dream so there that at least"