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Dimitri huffed slightly, catching sight of himself in a full length mirror. The formal armor was admittedly attractive, but stuffy. He scoffed at his short haphazard ponytail but she had told him it had looked handsome. He caught a flare of color flash in his reflection and he hurried to control himself

As the host of the saint day celebration he had been unable to see his bride and waited anxiously to be announced

He bounced on his heels as his full name was called from atop the staircase but he still didn't like the taste "King" left in his mouth. At the light flare of trumpets he descended the staircase, his eye scanning wildly for a flash of green hair and that's exactly what he found though in a much less attractive shade

"Your Majesty." Seteth smiled politely, garnering a rushed bow from the younger man "You seem frenzied, is it really as bad as I thought?" He frowned

Before Dimitri could ask any further questions Seteth pressed on

"Such is the way of youth, especially for one so spirited." Seteth chuckled to himself, a light blush rising through his cheeks

"I'm afraid I don't know what you're talking about. Is this about Byleth?"

The color drained slightly from Seteths face. "Ah, so you haven't seen. Her Holyness is…" he seemed to struggle for words and Dimitri felt his eyebrow twitch "youthful." Seteth finished politely

"If you'll excuse me." His voice dropped ice as he hurried off to find the frustrating woman he loved so much

He found Alois loudly greeting everyone who wandered by and swept up along side him. "Have you seen my wife?" His voice was steely and serious

Alois turned with a bright grin, clapping the king on the back "She's in the garden my friend! She's entertaining the nobles."

Dimitri nodded, not having expected such an easy response

"And your Majesty… go easy on her, she's not used to all this."

Dimitri tugged desperately at his hair "Just what exactly do you mean by that?!"

Alois sighed softly "I see Byleth as a sister. It's quite the age gap, I know, but I'm all the family she's got now and I support her. Just be aware that Manuela had a hand in dressing her this evening." He released a small chuckle, seeing color rose through the nobles face as he rushed off

Byleth sat surrounded by flowers, the blooms hugging the cinched curves of her dress. She wore a full length trumpeted skirt that clung tight to her underbust before blossoming into little more than a bikini top that itself attached to a newly reditioned choker. Her shoulders were graced by a slitted mantle with a fur outcropping, mimicking her husband's cloak

The nobles of the Kingdom were feeling spontaneously religious tonight and we're vying shamelessly for her attention. She listened patiently to their bickering, flashing signs about each man to Dedue who stood not far away

'He smells' she mocked brushing away fumes, eliciting a soft sigh from the men around her as they thought she was wafting up the surrounding fragrance. Dedue snickered from his hiding place

Dimitri rounded the corner to the gardens, remembering a time when such exertion would have fatigued him but his heart was beating too fast now to stop. He first spotted Dedue who gave him a friendly nod and smile before waving him forward to his conquest. He froze as his gaze fell upon her.

She seemed to be ethereally lit, her chartreuse locks had been trimmed to be more uniform, but had still grown several inches in the few months they had not seen each other. His eyes rested on her breasts, presented as the main feature of her dress and frowned invisibly

Alois' words rang through his ears, and he took a soft breath and opened his eyes to her smiling face. His eyes widened in silent realization, following the curves of her blue dress. 'Those are the Kingdoms colors… She's been as eager to see me as I have her.' His expression softened into an adoring smile

Byleth rose to her feet patting dirt habitually off her backside and approached Dimitri with practiced grace. "You look very handsome tonight." She smiled, her hands grasped slightly at her waist

He felt himself stand to attention, tugging slightly at the uncomfortable armor. "I think it's a bit stuffy."

A velvet glove caressed his cheek and he leaned into it eagerly. "I like how you've done your hair." He felt his heart melt

"You only grow more beautiful the more I see you. Or the less in this case." He sighed, shaking his head "Can I steal you away for a while?"

She smiled mischievously, waving good night to the noblemen. "Good night sirs, it's been some time since I've seen my husband and I'm afraid I cannot keep my attention divided." And with that she tugged him quickly away

They rounded the same corner as before but now Byleth took off running with Dimitri trailing behind her. A vivacious grin graced his normally solemn features as he ran up along side her. He noticed then that she was holding her breasts as the jogged forward, preventing them from working counter productively but they still jiggled softly with each hurried step

He swallowed dryly as he lost pace before dipping off slightly to their old classroom. Byleth turned on her heel and followed his lead, giggling into the night air. He took her hand and guided her into their old classroom, releasing her hand as she bathed in the slight moonlight as the night grew longer. She heard the faint clink of metal and turned to see Dimitri securing the latch on the heavy double doors

"You look ravishing tonight." His voice held the soft prick of jealousy but he hurried to press it away. He moved back to her side, enveloping her smaller frame in his arms and wished again to be out of the restricting armor as he swooped his head low to capture her lips in his

As they parted he noticed the color on her lips had been irreparably smudged but grinned to himself at the idea of where he would find those lip marks in the morning. He pulled the glove off his hand with his teeth and cupped her somewhat exposed breast, kneading it gently with his long fingers

"Dimitri!" She gasped against his rugged lips as he lifted her onto the desk, his other hand moving to cup her ass and sliding down her thighs

"It's been too long, your Holyness." He teased, kissing her roughly, his gloved hand moving to undo the laces at the back of her dress. His free hand slipped beneath the cloth covering her breasts, rough fingers pinching firmly upon her nipple

She struggled to fight off the waves of sensation when the familiar feeling of leather pressed unfamiliarly against her bare ass. A long finger reached between her and pressed at the entrance of her pussy. With a satisfied smile he swirled his finger before pressing in without permission

Dimitri's bare hand tugged at the loosened part of her dress, unlacing the lower part of her dress. She moaned into his ear and he nipped demandingly at her lip

"You really know how to get me going." He purred, tugging at the gold embroidery on her chest. He removed his hands and swept her into his arms bending her over the desk. "Unfortunately 2 months is my limit."

Stars gashed before her eyes as he pressed into her, spreading her open for the first time in months

He pulled out slowly and pressed back in at a languid pace, his hand sliding back inside her dress to spread her ass wide allowing him the full length of his cock. His wearied patience seemed to finally snap as he pressed his full weight into her rapidly earning a series of maddening moans

He slid his gloved fingers into her mouth attempting to deprave any curious bypasser of his closely held secret. He hit harder into her now, frustrated with her ability to charm, to inspire others to intervene at inopportune times. He was determined not to let that happen this time

Byleths vision was filled with stars now, lips wrapping around the rugged objects feeling a burning need rise through her and she pressed back into him lustily

Dimitri's vision tipped and he emptied inside her, feeling her clamp down around him in response. He inspected his handiwork with pride, before attempting the laces on her dress once again. All but giving up he instead wrapped her in his cloak and swept her into his arms. He planted his lips on her forehead, struggling with the lock and eventually stepping into the night air

"It's been too long." She whispered wistfully and her beloved husband whisked her back to the uppermost chambers in the monestary