Wazzup, peeps! I'm back with another installment into The Progenitor God's Harem! And just in time since Fire Emblem: Three Hopes is on the horizon (and may already be here depending on my timing of posting this). God, I am so EXCITED about that game, and I can't wait to go back and see everybody again! Even if it's with a new protagonist and not with my man/woman, Byleth, but at least they're still in the game.
This chapter is mainly surrounded around our favorited buff and tanned knight, Catherine, alongside the pale and deadly sniper, Shamir! It's tough to have one without the other and it sucks that you can't marry them both in the game, seeing as they complement each other greatly. Ah welp, at least I can still write smut about them together with Byleth, I guess :P
Also, I have a Twitter with a link to support me, if that interests you!
ht tp s/ /tw itte r.co m/ na tsu flad o69
Or you can just search my username: Natsuflado69
If any of you are interested in that, then I would really appreciate the support. Thanks to all that have already pledged. It really means a lot to me. It's completely optional, but all patrons get early access to my stuff the moment it's finished. Also, if there are some of you that have wanted to choose what I write, regarding my current stories like The Dragon and the Fairies or The Progenitor God's Harem or My Harem Academia or To Serve Humanity, then I will say that th does help influence my decision-making.
Anyways, let's get this show on the road!
Disclaimer: In the first chapter
Garreg Mach – Byleth's Room
Quiet murmurs and snores woke up Byleth from his slumber. It was a noise he had become plenty familiar with and made him happy to hear. Turning his head to the left, he stared at his naked sister's backside and watched as she slowly breathed in her sleep. He knew that he had dug himself into a concerning hole now that he had fully accepted his elder sister's taboo feelings for him, along with also balancing the two other relationships with both Rhea and Dorothea.
'What did I do to deserve this?' Byleth thought as he turned to look at the ceiling and dragged a hand across his face. Not hearing anything snarky from Sothis told him that she too must've been sleeping. Moving to the edge of the bed, he sat up and contemplated about what course of action he should take. 'Not only have I sinned by sleeping with my sister, but now I'm also technically cheating on three individual women at the same time. Perhaps Sothis is right, I am truly a fool. While I am thankful for Rhea's understanding regarding what I did with Dorothea, I am not too sure that I can expect the same from Dorothea. I suppose all I can do is pray to the Goddess and hope that it will all work out in some way.'
His thoughts were interrupted as he felt familiar arms wrapping around his shoulders. "Baeleth, you're up. I didn't wake you, did I?" He felt her answer by pressing her giant breasts up against his back and kissing his neck slowly. "Shall I take that as a no?"
"I was having the most wonderful dream, brother. I dreamt that for an entire day I felt you inside of me and you were acting so passionate, something I had never seen before from you whenever we made love. Tell me, was it just a dream…or did my wish finally come true?" Baeleth asked as she looked to her younger twin.
"Well, I can definitely attest that it was no dream, Baeleth. But if I can ask, how exactly did I act when we…well you know." Byleth gestured clumsily with his hands, making his sister chuckle.
"Usually you were quiet, aside from the muted grunts you would make. To be honest, a part of me was always afraid that you weren't enjoying yourself in the slightest." Baeleth stopped her kisses and pressed her forehead onto his back.
Images of all the times he had rejected Baeleth and remembering how dismayed she looked flashed into his mind. Byleth sighed and turned to look at his sister. "I'm sorry for any harm or heartache I may have caused by denying your feelings and…well being me. I know I'm not easy to love with how apathetic and indifferent I seem but believe me when I say that I truly do care for you, Baeleth. I just-" He stopped as he suddenly felt his sibling push her lips onto his. Their kiss lasted only a few short moments, yet it still held all the passion in her heart.
"It's okay, brother, I understand. The way I feel for you…it is not normal. The type of relationship I want with you, the kind any woman wants with a man, is not as simple as I tried to make it out to be. Your words touch me and make me happy to hear, Byleth, but the fault is not solely on you. I should have also taken your feelings into account and not forced you into trying to accept what I feel for you. So, I must ask for your forgiveness as well." Baeleth apologized, smiling as she leaned her chin onto her brother's shoulder.
"How about from now on we just try to be more empathetic about each other's feelings?"
"Yeah, I think that would be a good idea."
They both smiled at each other and were leaning in for another kiss before a knock interrupted them. It startled the two as Byleth signaled for Baeleth to be quiet. "Who is it?" Byleth called out towards the person behind his door. 'As long as whoever it is doesn't try to barge open the door, everything should be fine.'
"Professor, I'm sorry to bother you while you're sleeping, but something urgent has come up."
"Mercedes, is that you? What's wrong?" Byleth asked as he quickly stood up from his bed, leaving his naked muscular body for his sister to ogle lustfully.
"Forgive me for disturbing you, however it seems like Caspar got into a bit of a scuffle with some of the other students in the Monastery square. Apparently some of the high-class students were picking on some of the commoners and…well you know how Caspar can be when he sees the innocent being preyed upon." Mercedes explained.
Byleth nodded, knowing just how headstrong and rash the blue-haired youth could be. "And how is he? Is he alright?"
"Oh, Caspar? He's fine, minus a few scrapes and bruises. It's really the other people who he got into the fight with that are currently being treated. Thankfully some of the knights broke up the fight before it could get too serious and now Caspar is stuck with cleaning up the library as punishment. Manuela just wanted me to warn you about that so you're not worried about him not being in class today."
Byleth sighed, shaking his head. "Very well, thank you for telling me, Mercedes. I'll be sure to go and talk with him after class today. You should go and get ready before classes start."
"Okay, professor. I will see you later today then! And please try not to be too hard on Caspar too." Mercedes said before leaving.
Byleth waited as her footsteps receded from his front doorstep and breathed a sigh of relief. "Okay, Baeleth, I think we're in the cl-UHH!" He grunted as he felt his sister's tongue lick his shaft. "Baeleth…n-not now! Someone else could come and hear us." Looking down, he saw his sister on her knees slurping his cock while her hands reached behind him to finger his ass.
"I always give you a morning blowjob after we sleep together. It's tradition, dear brother. Besides, Mercedes said the fight is over anyways so there's no real rush. So just sit back and enjoy your older sister's mouth…and her magnificent tits, depending on if you act like a good boy." Baeleth winked as her tongue rubbed up against the base of his dick. She felt her brother tremble by her pink member's intense stroking, while her finger made its way inside of his sphincter. Instantly, she felt him tighten once she enveloped his tip and teased his slit with her tongue.
His anal walls coiled around her fingertip, digging it deeper as she intensified her sucking. Byleth had to hold onto his sister's shoulders as she attacked him from both ends. "Baeleth…Baeleth!" He panted, watching as his twin sucked him off and swallowed his precum. Unable to stop himself, his body unconsciously began thrusting into her gluttonous mouth. He felt her tongue speeding up her intense licking and wrap itself around his shaft, as her fingering did the same.
'Oh, brother, how I love to pamper you. If only you knew how much I adore hearing your cute pants as I please you.' Baeleth bobbed her head rapidly, fully intent on getting the first of her brother's semen. 'This time, I won't let Rhea and Dorothea get the first helpings. Today is my day to get the thickest of his loads.' She thought as her eyes glazed over and her mind turned fuzzy. Like every time she sucked off her little brother, something inside of her went numb and all fears and anxieties melted away from the throbbing of her twin's penis.
More of his precum seeped out of his tip as she inserted another finger into his asshole, but it was quickly taken away as Byleth tore his erection out of her mouth. Coating her face with a few streaks of his semen, he quickly grabbed her tits and pushed them together, inserting himself into her pillowy breasts. Baeleth couldn't stop the giggle that worked its way up as she saw her brother enjoying her tits by repeatedly thrusting into them. "Enjoying yourself, dear brother?"
"Of course! Your breasts…you know how much I love them. They feel…ahh…perfect wrapped around my shaft. I just can't…ah…get enough of them." Byleth gasped, becoming more breathless with his rapid pumps into his sister's cleavage. 'They're just as big, if not bigger than Rhea's and Dorothea's.' A few drops of drool fell onto them as he used them, making his sister laugh at how bestial her brother was becoming. Another shudder rocked through his body as her two fingers rubbed up against his anal walls and dug themselves deeper into his ass. All the while his twin continued slurping his cock without any mercy.
Just like the night prior, the Eisner twins devolved back into their incestual ways as they depravedly enjoyed each other's bodies. Though deep down the two knew what they were doing was wrong, it didn't matter in the slightest when it came to moments like these. They had long come to realize their taboo feelings that they held for each other and how perfect they were made for each other, especially when it came to sex. Baeleth was the first to have realized this and, after a lot of turmoil and patience, she had managed to convince Byleth of the same. Although both knew that what they had together would never be easy, particularly since Byleth was juggling two other complicated relationships, neither of the two would give up on their feelings for each other.
"Baeleth…" Byleth moaned, signaling to his twin that he was close.
"It's okay, Byleth. Give all your love to me. I want it. All of it." Baeleth smiled, closing her eyes as she opened her mouth to receive his liquid love. She didn't have to wait long and heard her brother groan as he unloaded all he had into her awaiting mouth and mountainous bosom. Steady ropes of cum spurted into her mouth, while her face became coated with her twin's semen. With every verbal gulp of Byleth's seed, more of it came bursting down her throat, filling her hungry stomach. 'More, brother…give me more! I want more!' She thought as her tongue voraciously licked all the cum it could reach from her lips and cheeks.
All the while, Byleth continued pounding her giant soft tits with his unrelenting thrusts, sending them jiggling with every pump. He looked down at his horny sibling, watching as she hungrily searched for more of his sperm with his tongue, which he was more than happy to give her as he forced his cock back into her mouth. "Swallow it, Baeleth! Take it all, you horny sister of mine! Drink it all until you can't take any more!" He growled as he spurted between his twin's lips, feeling them tighten their grip on him. His eyes rolled backwards from how powerful his orgasm felt and heard his sister squirt onto his floor by just swallowing his semen.
Finally, shooting out the last strand he could muster, Byleth went limp in his twin's mouth, still very much exhausted from the intense sex of last night. He winced, feeling her fingers continuing to wiggle inside of him, while Baeleth persisted in sucking on his wilted penis. It was clear that she wanted more of his seed, and he was more than happy to allow her to continue with her search. As her insatiable sucking continued, so too did his horny pumps into her breasts.
The twins looked at one another, wordlessly showing through stoic facial expression alone at how happy they felt in this very moment. Nothing would ever tear them apart, for the love they had forged, even though it was forbidden and taboo, was nigh unshakable and would not be taken away from them by anyone or anything. And so, both Byleth and Baeleth continued enjoying each other's bodies for the remainder of the morning until duty called for them to resume their responsibilities to Garreg Mach and the Church of Seiros.
Garreg Mach – Library
Byleth heard Caspar muttering to himself as he walked into the great library of Garreg Mach. He saw towers of books stacked up on top of each other nearby where Caspar was standing and saw him shuffling from bookcase to bookcase. "Having trouble finding where that book goes?" Byleth asked his student, seeing him jump up from the sudden fright.
"GEEZ! I didn't hear you even come in, professor. You skulked in here like a ghost or something." Caspar breathed out as he lightly patted his chest.
'More like a demon, depending on whom you ask.' Byleth moved towards his student and grabbed the book from him. "Hmm, the "Traveler's Journal, Issue 2." Look towards the right-corner of the library. Where the books on geographical locations are places."
Caspar did just that and rushed over to where his professor had pointed. Taking a few moments to look around, he jumped in the air and let out a celebratory hoot. "Woo-hoo! You were right on the money, professor!" He placed the book in the correct spot before rushing back towards his teacher. "Thanks for the help! I really appreciate it. To be honest, I don't spend much time in here, so I hardly know where anything goes, hahaha!"
Byleth frowned from hearing one of his students admit to neglecting their studies. Deciding to focus on that another time, he instead decided to return to the real reason he sought out the young student. "Caspar, I heard you got into a skirmish with a few of the other students earlier today. Care to tell me why and how this happened?" He saw a cocky grin form across Caspar's face as he began to recall what transpired.
"Well, there I was just minding my own business. Taking a leisurely jog before I had to go to stupid clas-err, I mean, my awesome class when I heard something going on in the Monastery Square. Soon as I made it there, I see a couple of jerkish older classmates picking on some of the commoners. Figured I could still kick their butts and still make it to class on time, so I did just that. Sure they were bigger than me, but that just added to the challenge. Not that their larger reach helped them much seeing as how it seemed like neither had fought a day in their lives." Caspar snickered as he pulled his arms behind his head. "Heh, I made it out of that fight with barely a scratch on me. One of the jerks got a lucky hit on me, but it was nothing I couldn't handle. Anyways, some of the knights heard us and carted us out of there back to Hanneman. Long story short, we all got in trouble and here I am doing library duty…sadly."
Byleth waited till his student was done talking before proceeding to give his two cents. "And do you think you made the right decision?"
"Noble or not, it's no excuse to act like an asshole…erm, sorry for the bad language, but if I could do it all over again, then I would. Even knowing where I'd end up…" Caspar sighed as he picked up another book and began looking for where it belonged.
Byleth, though still chiding him, couldn't help but slightly agree. "Though I applaud you in your good will efforts to help your fellow commoner, it doesn't mean that you can just attack whenever you see fit. Next time you see this happening, alert one of the knights or a faculty member. Or, if you can, find me and I will make sure to…rectify these troublemaker's behaviors."
"Hah, you sound really scary when you say that, professor. Almost gave me goosebumps. While I don't want to make any promises I can't keep, I'll at least say that I'll try my best to listen to your advice." Caspar said as he looked up and down another bookcase. "Ugh, not here either! Man, I really wish Hilda was here. I could really use the help…" He bemoaned with another tired exhale.
"Hilda? What do you mean?"
"Ah, it's nothing. Hilda had her reasons for not being here, so I'm stuck picking up the slack. It's not a big deal I guess, it just sucks."
Byleth continued questioning Caspar as he watched the student work. "But she was assigned in cleaning the library, right? If so, then she should be here. What reason did she tell you for why she could not assist you?"
"Huh? Oh, I don't remember honestly. I think something about…how the dust from the books makes her sick or something. Heh, women, am I right?" Caspar let out a small chuckle from his poor attempt at humor.
Byleth frowned in reply. "For your sake, I would advise against making such jokes about gender in the future. Lest you forget that your future emperor is Edelgard."
Caspar gulped quietly to himself, imagining what horrors Edelgard would inflict upon him should he accidentally offend her honor. "H-Heh…yeah, maybe you're right. Thanks for the save, professor."
"Think nothing of it. Now stay here while I go and search for Hilda."
"Ah, I told you, professor, it's not a big deal. I can handle this on my own."
"No, it's not okay. If she was assigned to library duty, then she has to be here. Flimsy excuse or no." Byleth refused to relent and exited the library. After leaving there, he made his way down the second floor and onto the first floor of the monastery. Searching high and low for the lazy pink-haired student, he explored the marketplace first since Hilda was known to shop around frequently over there. Afterwards, he checked the dining hall and after not finding her there, he went to the dormitories, but had no luck there either. He knew that the training ground and the knight's hall were unlikely options, so his next bet was the courtyard next to the central hall.
Finally, after nearly an hour of searching, Byleth found Hilda sitting at a table eating cake. She was underneath an umbrella, no doubt using it as a way to block out the powerful sun rays. Upon seeing him, she quickly put on the cutest smile she could muster up and greeted him. "Heya, professor, what's up? I was just…taking a well-needed break after some studying." She said, pushing the cake as far away from her as possible.
"Hilda, do you know that you're supposed to be helping Caspar in the library right now?" Byleth asked, crossing his arms as he awaited whatever weak excuse the pinkette would undoubtedly give.
"Oh…right. Well, the thing is, that I obviously would have helped Caspar, the sweet boy that he is, but, um, it's my right leg, see?" Hilda pointed to her right leg and feigned a pained wince. "Owie! I don't know what's wrong with it, but I think I may have sprained it when I was training out in the yard. If it wasn't for this excruciating pain, then I would have gladly helped Caspar. But I didn't want to cause an accident because of my injured leg and make an even bigger mess for poor Caspar. So, you see, I was just being considerate of my fellow student." She explained, studying the professor's stoic expression as she finished. 'Man, the professor is the one person I can never get a read on. Well, except for maybe Claude. Geez, it's not my fault I didn't want to do stupid library duty! If anything, it's whoever assigned me the duty in the first place, they're to blame! Not me!'
"Caspar said that it was your left leg that was injured." Byleth commented and pointed to her left leg.
'Crap! Okay, regroup, Hilda, regroup!' Laughing awkwardly, Hilda replied, "…O-Oh yeah, r-right! How silly of me to forget. Yeah, it's the kind of pain that shoots from one leg to the other, professor."
Byleth simply stared at her blankly in response.
"…You're not buying this in the least, are you, professor?"
"No, I was not. But you also told him that the dust from the books would make you sick. Not whatever leg excuse you concocted just right now." Byleth responded with a stoic look of disappointment.
After hearing that, Hilda couldn't keep the snort of amusement from escaping her. "Pfft! Really? Wow, honestly having to keep track of all these excuses is harder than you would think, professor. Sheesh, I can't believe even Caspar bought that lie. Definitely not my best excuse." She said as she shrugged.
"Hilda, it's not right to lie and have your friends pick up after your slack. You were assigned to library duty and-"
"But it was Caspar who made the mistake of getting into a fight, right?" Hilda cut in. "So if anything, I was doing him a favor by allowing him to take care of all those books. That way he could reflect on his bad choices and, you know, better himself and…stuff." She twirled one of her ponytails as she looked away dully.
Byleth frowned in response at Hilda's uncaring attitude.
"Hey, don't look at me like that. I warned you, remember? I told you not to rely on me because I would only disappoint your expectations. So you have no one to blame but yourself." Hilda shrugged uncaringly.
The professor got her attention back once he took away her cake that was still on the table. "I won't play this game with you, Hilda. Now I'm telling you, go and help Caspar. Now."
However, instead of getting angry, Hilda smiled seductively at the professor. "Ooooh~ I like it when you're feisty, professor. It makes my insides quiver when I hear that commanding tone, especially when we're out on the field."
"Hilda, I know what you're doing, so stop it. It won't work on me. Now go and help Caspar, otherwise I might end up sending you to detention instead."
"Mmm~. Then you could punish me for being a naughty girl, right? Maybe spank me with a ruler or something? Tell you what, if you let me go, then I might just let you do that, professor." Hilda winked playfully as she leaned closer to her teacher, while making sure to accentuate her large breasts by pushing them closer together.
'I won't lie to you, that doesn't sound like a bad idea." Sothis commented from inside Byleth's mind. "She seems like the submissive type and she's made it clear that she likes seeing you act domineering. Why not-'
'Enough. This is just Hilda's way of trying to get out of working. She always does this and I won't be like all the others and dance to her tune.' Byleth instead stayed strong and kept his stoic gaze onto Hilda. "Hilda, I won't say it again. Go. Now. And if I find out that you skipped out again, then there will be consequences."
'Oh, I truly hope so.' Hilda thought as she pouted cutely. "Well, you're no fun." She muttered before stomping off towards the direction of the library. All the while she made sure to hide the impish smile forming across her lips as her back was turned to the professor.
'You think she'll actually listen to you?'
Shaking his head, Byleth rubbed his forehead as he felt a headache beginning to form. 'Honestly, I have no idea. If Hilda thinks I'm bluffing, then she'll be sorely mistaken.'
'Mmm, I bet she'll be sore when you're through with her.'
'…That is not what I meant in the slightest.' Heaving out a low sigh, Byleth mumbled, "Hopefully that will be the last annoyance of today…"
Unfortunately, destiny had other plans for the former mercenary.
"Yo, professor! Long time no see, huh?" Catherine called out to Byleth as she began hurriedly walking to him. "Haha, just kidding. After all we did just see each other yesterday. Tell me, did you have any naughty dreams about me last night? It's okay, you can tell me." She punched his shoulder with her armored gauntlet, laughing at her attempt to break the ice.
"…I must have angered the goddess in some way to have her toy with me in such a manner." Byleth lamented to himself quietly.
"Huh?" Catherine guffawed.
Grumbling softly, Byleth greeted the caramel-skinned knight knight, "Nothing. Hello, Catherine. It's…well always something to see you. To what do I owe the pleasure?"
"Simple, I'm calling you up on what we promised each other yesterday. You said that if I kept your location to myself from your obsessed sister-"
"I never said she was obsessed." Byleth interjected.
"I know, I'm saying it. Trust me, I had to hear about her go on and on about you during our mission. If I didn't know she was your twin sister, then I'd wager that she was in love with you. Heh, how weird would that be?" Catherine laughed, unaware of how close she was on hitting the mark.
"…Yes, how strange that would be." Byleth responded flatly. "Now I'm guessing this has to do with my accepting of your offer to go and visit that tavern you were talking about, right?"
"Exactly! And a promise is a promise. Besides, I can tell that you're a handsome man of your word." Catherine reached out towards Byleth's shoulder and rubbed it softly. "So, you want to start heading over there? It's a bit of a trek on horseback, but the drinks are totally worth it."
"Sure, count me in." Another voice cut in, making both the former mercenary and the knight swivel around to see who it was.
"Shamir? Since when do you want to go out drinking with me?" Catherine asked, shocked to see her closest teammate finally take her up on the offer of drinks.
"I still don't, especially after the last fiasco I had with you and alcoholic beverages. However, I had to teach a course on archery today…" Shamir shook her head as she looked to the floor.
"Well, that doesn't sound so bad." Byleth commented.
"…with Alois." Shamir finished with a loud annoyed exhale.
"Ahh…enough said." Catherine and Byleth replied at the same time.
"Yes, so if we could hurry and go, then it would be most appreciated." Shamir said as she passed the two and headed towards the stables. "Besides, I still owe the professor a drink for helping Alois and I with those pirates a month or two ago. And don't try fighting Catherine over this, trust me. She can be rather bull-headed when it comes to getting what she wants. It's one of the few things she and I have in common." She grinned over at Byleth and proceeded back in the direction of the horses.
Catherine, ignorant to the sly insult, agreed as she slapped the professor's back, making him grunt from how hard she hit him. "Hah, she's right! You're coming with us whether you like it or not. And hey who knows…" She leaned towards his ear and finished with a confident whisper, "…you might get more than you bargained for now that Shamir is here, if you play your cards right." The knight chuckled and winked towards Byleth as she followed her sniping partner.
'How do I keep getting myself roped into situations such as these. It's as if the goddess enjoys watching me suffer…' All Byleth could do was fight back another sigh and ultimately relented, proceeding to follow the two women.
Anna's Tavern
Like Catherine had told him, the tavern was quite a few miles south of the monastery. By the time they had arrived at the rustic bar, it was almost nightfall. Upon entering, it didn't take them long to start drinking, much to Byleth's chagrin. At the moment, Catherine was on his fourth drink, Shamir was on her second, and Byleth was still nursing his first. The pub itself wasn't too bad to look at and there was plenty of room to move about, which helped the drunk clientele should they need to.
Loud and enthusiastic shouts came from the middle of the tavern. Several men had challenged the great 'Thunderbrand' Catherine to an arm-wrestling match with obvious results. With each loss that befell the men, they rancorously shuffled to their defeated corners to sulk and drink their sorrows away. Right now the famed Knight of Seiros was effortlessly holding off the determined exertions of her last challenger. Unlike the others, this man was built like an ox and had the looks of one too. He huffed and puffed through his nose as he struggled to move Catherine's hand even slightly, while she sipped on her mug via her other free hand.
Catherine saw that her mug was empty and proceeded to throw it on the ground, causing it to shatter from the force. "Bartender, another!" She shouted, earning more excited yells from her audience. As she waited for her next round of alcohol, the knight decided to put more effort and pushed the ox-man's arm further down.
"At the rate she's going, she'll end up breaking his arm." Byleth said, sipping his drink coolly.
Shamir snorted in response. "Wouldn't be the first time, trust me. The adrenaline pumping into his veins will numb the pain for a short time before he realizes his arm is broken. I'd give him…twelve seconds."
"I'll half that. Six seconds."
Shamir then offered her hand for Byleth to shake and, deciding to humor her, and shook it. "It's a bet then. Now then, let's see which of us is right."
Not soon after they shook their hands, Catherine did just as Byleth predicted and snapped the man's arm in two, slamming it so hard onto the tabletop that it broke in half.
One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!" The ox-man shouted, holding his broken arm in his other hand, as he was ushered out by a couple of the bouncers.
"Guess I was right after all." Byleth said, talking another cool sip from his drink.
Shamir, cursing in her native language, took an angry sip from her mug. "I knew I shouldn't have given that huge lummox the benefit of the doubt. Should've listened to my instincts. Ugh, this is why I detest drinking. It inhibits the brain and allows us to make stupid decisions." Letting out an irritated sigh, she turned to the professor and lifted her cup to him. "Congratulations on the correct estimate, professor."
Byleth shrugged. "I've been around plenty of broken bones in my life. Either because I saw them, or I caused them, or both."
"Somehow that doesn't surprise me seeing as how you were raised in a pack of mercenaries. How was it? Growing up in those types of conditions, I mean." Shamir looked at the professor as she sipped her drink.
Once more, Byleth shrugged. "It's hardly worth talking about."
"I can see that you don't want to talk about it, so I won't budge any further."
"No, it's not that. Like I said, there's just not much to tell. As soon as I was able to hold a sword, my father taught me everything he knew, including all the best ways to defend myself. Once he saw that I had a natural talent, I joined his crew as an official member."
"And Jeralt was okay with that?"
Byleth shook his head. "…Not at first, but it was the logical course of action. I was good at what I did."
"Which was?"
Sipping his drink slowly, Byleth stayed silent for a bit. He stared out at the crowd, with nary an emotion to be seen, except for his jaw visibly tightening. Finally, he put his drink back onto the bar top and turned to Shamir, looking her dead in the eyes. "Killing people."
It took only a few milliseconds, but Shamir eventually nodded back to him. "Considering the world we live in and how dangerous it can be, it's a good skill to have. As surprised as I was when I first heard of the Ashen Demon's inclusion into the monastery's staff, I thought the Archbishop must've lost her mind. But now that I've gotten to know you these past few months…you're not half bad." A small smirk peaked on the corner of her lips. "Don't tell Catherine about what I said though regarding Rhea. Otherwise she'd break my arm next. Or worse.
Suddenly, Catherine cut into the conversation, wrapping an arm around Shamir, as she drunkenly laughed and spewed spit onto the sniper's grimacing face. "Come oooooooon! I'm not a fuckin' brute, Shamir! I mean, I need your arms anyways for you to…uh…y'know shoot things from far away with your arrows. So I wouldn't break your arm, no way. Maybe I'd smack you across the ass or somethin' instead, how about that as a punishment?" She got closer to Shamir, whispering that last part into her ear.
"Alright, I think you've had enough. Hey bartender, yeah, she's done. No more." Shamir signaled to the red-haired bartender of the establishment.
"You got it, hun! Tall, tanned, and toned is cut off for the rest of the night!" Anna winked as she began helping the other customers.
'That woman seems…awfully familiar.' Byleth thought to himself as she stared at the jubilant bartender.
"Whaaaaaat? Drunk? Me? No way!" Catherine tried to defend herself while her body wobbled from side to side.
"Catherine, I can tell when you're drunk. The fact that you're trying to flirt with me show's how far you're gone. Here, sit down before you hurt yourself. Or worse, me."
"Don't be such a sourpuss! Lighten up for once! Come on, remember the last tavern we visited? We brought the roof down on that place!"
Shamir stifled a laborious sigh, pinching the bridge of her nose, as she replied, "Yes, I remember. Literally in that case and we were banned from ever going back. I had to pay quite a lot of gold just to keep the authorities from imprisoning us too, which I have yet to be paid back in full from you still."
"Huh? What you mean? I paid you back when I…well, y'know…" Catherine closed her index and middle fingers together and made a crude fingering motion in the air.
The stoic sniper then moved her head to peek over at Byleth. "You never saw that nor heard that." She warned him with a darkly serious glare.
"…Saw what?" Byleth feigned ignorance.
"Exactly." Shamir smiled before turning back to the drunk knight. "Now Catherine, be a good girl and don't say anything else while I'm gone."
"Gotta go use the little sniper's room?" Catherine chuckled, stumbling back into her stool. Shamir didn't answer and instead chose to roll her eyes as she got up and headed to the second floor of the tavern. As soon the archer had left, the blonde knight leaned over to the professor. She watched him seemingly recoil from her, unaware of how powerful the stench of alcohol emanated from her. "You know what I was motioning right? With my fingers?" She then proceeded to do the same motion again. "Fingerbanging. I fingerbanged-"
Byleth stopped her, holding up a hand to stop the intoxicated knight from saying anymore. "I got it."
Catherine coughed out another drunken chortle. "Hey, barkeep, another round for my friend and I! Chop chop! Thunderbrand needs some more juice!"
"Catherine, you were cut off, remember? Here, come on, let me help you." Byleth moved to help the knight stay steady as she tried waving over the bartender. However, right when he got close to her, Catherine snatched up one of his hands and immediately pulled him close to her.
"Oh? Making a move this early, professor? I was wondering how long it would take you. I'm just disappointed it took this much time." Catherine chuckled before leaning in to kiss the former mercenary.
Byleth managed to stop her by pushing her off lightly. "Stop, Catherine. You're drunk."
"Who cares? I'm just trying to have fun, like you should be. Sheesh, you're just like Shamir, I swear by the Goddess. It's people like me that have to teach you sticks-in-the-mud how to have fun. Come on…" Catherine moved closer to Byleth's face again. "…You want to have fun, dont'cha?"
'I have to say, I must agree with the blonde brute. You need to lighten up! Though you might think otherwise, I know you are sexually attracted to Miss Thunderbrand. Even that stoic sniper buddy of hers is not beyond your thoughts. Simply let go and enjoy yourself!'
'No, I can't. I won't. It…would not be right.'
However, Catherine had other plans then waiting on Byleth to make a decision. Huffing out an irritated breath, she steeled herself with a quiet, "Oh fuck it," and sloppily slammed her lips onto Byleth's. She could feel the surprise from the professor as her intoxicated tongue tickled his lips as it slid over them. The knight could feel him try to push her off once more, but even when drunk, "Thunderbrand" Catherine was more than capable of keeping a former mercenary in his place, especially when she wanted something. Or someone in this case.
'My my, how bold of her. And here I thought the alcohol would have dulled her already dull senses. I can see you're trying to stop her and I know why, but surely there is no reason to. Rhea has made clear that she has no problem you sleeping with other women. I feel you thinking about Dorothea now and sense your fear of hurting her with your supposed infidelity. Have you no trust in the Archbishop? Surely you know of her powerful resolve and her charismatic demeanor, after all those are two of the reasons why you fell for her in the first place. Have faith in Rhea that she was able to persuade Dorothea, like she persuaded you, and simply enjoy this night of passion.'
Byleth, listening to Sothis' words as Catherine's tongue stuffed itself between his lips, finally decided to just give in. 'I have faith in Rhea. And after this is all done, I promise that I will talk to Dorothea. Explain everything and assure her that I still care for her. I swear by the Goddess.' Due to the knight's drunkenness, he was easily able to overpower her tongue and take control of the kiss. His tongue quickly swirled around Catherine's and coiled itself around it, as he deepened their kiss.
Taken aback by Byleth's sudden forceful action, Catherine smiled and tilted her head to the side to allow him easier access to her mouth. Grabbing a handful of his blue hair, he pushed the back of his head to help deepen their kiss further. As she rubbed the back of his head affectionately, the drunk knight used her other hand to massage his thigh. It didn't take long before she felt something begin to grow and throb against her metallic fingertips.
After continuing their passionate kiss for a few more minutes, they both broke away from each other, breathless. "…Wow. Heh, I gotta say, you're a way better kisser than I thought you would be." Catherine panted, still rubbing his slowly erecting cock with her fingers. 'And bigger than I ever could have hoped too.'
Feeling that, Byleth placed his hand over hers, saying, "…I'm full of surprises."
Catherine, taking that as a challenge, told him in a hushed voice, "I have a room upstairs. Figured things would go well between us because…well just look at us. Handsome. Beautiful. Horny as all hell. What could be a better combination than the two of us? So then, shall we?" She motioned towards the stairs with her head.
Not wanting her to feel like she could take charge, Byleth instead turned back to his drink. "You can go up and get ready, while I finish my drink." He said, making sure to tell her with an authoritative tone. To his surprise, Catherine seemed to respond favorably to how he talked to her as she rubbed her shoulder and nodded, before proceeding to lewdly lick his face from his chin to his cheek.
"Don't take too long, Byleth. Otherwise I'll end up starting without you." Catherine whispered lowly into his ear as she bit it lightly. She then drunkenly winked to him and began heading towards the stairs.
Byleth watched her leave, drinking from his mug as he saw her walk up the stairs. His sipping was interrupted by a familiar voice cutting in.
"My oh my, what a scoop! The Ashen Demon and Thunderbrand Catherine about to duke it out under the sheets! My sisters will be so excited to hear this!"
Byleth turned to see Anna looking at him with a peculiar grin. "Were you listening in on us?"
"Maybe. The best bartenders always listen to their patron's conversations, that way we have all the information we need to offer them any advice should they ask for it." Anna smiled.
"…And so you can earn a better tip, right?" Byleth asked with a raised eyebrow.
Anna wagged her finger over at the former mercenary. "Clever boy! But today is your lucky today because this bartended instead has a tip for you. Rumor has it that ol' Thunderbrand herself likes it when others take control, especially when she's drunk. Which we both know that she most assuredly is, right?"
"How on earth could you possibly know this?" Byleth questioned the bartender.
"Never underestimate the information network of humble merchants, like myself! Up bup bup! No more questions. You better hurry up and finish that drink, otherwise it'll be your hand that'll be pleasuring that massive sword you're currently wielding between your legs. Good luck~!" Anna winked before she walked away.
Watching the strange red-haired woman walk away, Byleth shook his head and finished his drink with a loud gulp. He then headed towards the stairs and began walking upstairs. As he neared the top, faint moans could be heard near the end of the hallway. Immediately he knew where Catherine had to be, but what was strange that as he got closer, Byleth began hearing two sets of moans. 'One of them is undoubtedly Catherine but the other…sounds familiar. It couldn't be…' Nearing the door to where the moans were coming from, he saw that it was slightly cracked open. His curiosity getting the best of him, Byleth slowly peeked through the crack and was surprised by what he saw.
On top of the bed near the middle of the room, there laid a naked Catherine, whose armor plates were strewn all over the floor, making out with an equally naked Shamir. Byleth was taken aback by what he was seeing, staring at how passionate the two's embrace was. It was clear upon investigating that this was no spur of the moment kiss. 'No, they've done this before with each other. Neither is shy about touching or kissing the other's body.' Leaning closer, he accidentally ended up bumping into the door and knocking the door open.
The two naked women looked up from their kissing and smiled at seeing the final piece to their puzzle. "Well, what are you waiting for, professor? Get in here before someone catches wind of what we're about to do." Catherine said, beckoning him impatiently into the room.
Slowly, Byleth walked inside and made sure to shut and lock the door behind him. Once he heard the loud locking noise, he turned back to the knights and asked, "So then, did you two plan this from the very beginning, or was this all just spontaneous?"
"Not from the start, but it was clear what Catherine wanted, not that she was subtle about it. Suffice to say, my curiosity got the better of me and I just had to see how the Ashen Demon's like in bed." Shamir admitted as she rolled off Catherine to sit near the edge of the bed.
Byleth frowned at hearing his famed moniker. "There's not much to tell in that regard, I'm afraid."
Catherine leered lecherously towards the professor's crotch. "Now somehow I doubt that. Even from here I can see that big 'sword' of yours poking through your pants. Now enough with the gawking and talking, let's hurry up and get to the good stuff already! I'm leaking like a broken bucket over here!" She growled irascibly.
Shamir dipped a finger into Catherine's juicy slit, hearing it squelch as she touched it, and raised it back to her mouth. "Yes…I can taste that." She moaned as she licked her finger clean of the sticky fluids. "Mmm, as good as always."
"Heh, of course it is. It's my pussy of course. But maybe the professor should come and have a taste for himself, hmm?" Catherine stared up at Byleth, licking her lips eagerly.
"You heard her, professor. I'd hurry too. Catherine isn't really known for her patience, even less so when drunk." Shamir warned him. The two then watched with bated breath as Byleth began stripping off his clothing. From his firm pecs to his chiseled abs, and down to his huge, semi-erect penis, all of it managed to make the two knights become wet with anticipation.
"By the Goddess!" Catherine exclaimed as she stared directly at the pulsating erection.
"Normally I wouldn't say such a thing…but I must agree. If She is real, then She has truly blessed you, professor." Shamir agreed with a slow nod.
'Mmm, those salacious knights are right about that. One of these days I'll have to pull you in here so I can finally have a taste for myself.' Sothis temptingly whispered.
Byleth couldn't help but act gauchely from all the praise that he was receiving. Steeling himself, he moved towards the two and, remembering what Anna had told him, looked to Catherine with a stern stoic gaze. "Stand up on the bed and present yourself to me. I want a proper taste of that slit of yours." He ordered the blonde knight, seeing her muscular body quiver in excitement. 'Seemed like Anna's advice was correct. To think that the great and powerful Thunderbrand was submissive in bed. It seems that the Goddess truly does have a sense of humor.'
Standing up shakily, Catherine moved towards the wall and put her hands onto it. She then shook her ass, trying to tantalize the professor, as small bits of fluid dripped out of her pussy and onto the bed. Watching as Byleth began crawling over to her, she bit her lip and mewled as she felt his hands grab her firm ass. She could hear him hum as he squeezed it, feeling his fingertips sink deep into her fleshy rear. Once more, her ass jiggled as she moved it to further entice him, wincing as his fingernails sunk deeper into her skin.
"Very taut. You have my praise, Catherine. It's clear you put yourself in good shape." Byleth shifted himself closer until his chest was touching her back, reaching around to cup one of her large breasts. He heard her moan quietly as he did so, toying with her nipple between his fingers, while he kissed her neck softly. His other hand circled her well-built abdomen, caressing it, as he felt her quiver against him. "It seems that breastplate of yours was well-placed. I'm surprised you can even fit inside your armor with how big these are." Byleth said as he weighed her breast within his palm, feeling it bounce as he moved it.
Shamir couldn't help but feel surprised as she watched Byleth mercilessly tease Catherine. "I guess you caught on about Catherine's secret submissive demeanor. That'll make this next part much easier then." Moving behind the professor, she moved her hand around his back and snagged his erect penis. The sniper felt him squirm from how tight she was holding him, which only made her smirk grow. "Tell me, professor, you're a clever boy. If Catherine is a sub, then what do you think I am? Let's see if you can guess this right twice in one day."
Byleth didn't take long to answer, groaning as Shamir began stroking his cock painfully slow. "Clearly you would be the more dominant one in your sexual relationship." He grunted louder, feeling her squeeze him even tighter, while she thrusted her large pale breasts against his back.
"Mmm, you were half right. Depending on the person, I can be the dominatrix, but if I need to be, then I can also be as submissive as Catherine is. In layman's terms, we call that a switch." Shamir leaned herself closer to his ear, grinding some of her teeth against it. "So tell me, Byleth, which would like me to be tonight? Forceful or meek? Choose wisely."
'Last thing I need is a wild card right now. I should just keep this simple and keep her submissive. Though, perhaps in the future, I can experience just how pleasurable a more domineering Shamir can be.' Turning his head to look at Shamir, Byleth made his choice. "As fun as sex with a dominant Shamir sounds, I think I'll stick with a more submissive version for tonight." He couldn't tell if she was disappointed or simply content with his choice by her passive facial expression. Thankfully at least, she seemed to have loosened her tight grip around his erection.
"Very well then. Please continue with your playing with Catherine. Just be sure to not forget about me. Otherwise my sadistic tendencies might take over and I'll make you regret it." Shamir whispered one final time, biting his earlobe before moving to lick and kiss his neck.
Byleth shivered as he felt the cool kisses of the archer, while her pale bosom gently pressed up against his back. Getting back to what he was doing, he moved the hand that was rubbing Catherine's abs and moved it downwards towards her dripping pussy lips. Rubbing his fingertips over her blonde bush, as soon one of his fingers touched her slit, he felt the blonde knight convulse slightly. Once he inserted one of his fingers inside, the spasms intensified as he slowly began fingering her. Byleth could feel more of her juices trickle out of her as he continued, while also making sure to focus some effort on stimulating her clitoris.
As his efforts persisted, Byleth also refocused back onto Catherine's breasts. Still grasping one of them, his hand squeezed it tightly and felt her nipple hardening as his fingers teased it. Pulling and twisting on it made it quickly become erect, which also made it easier to stimulate similar to her clit. With every flick and pinch, he could feel the blonde knight become even more putty in his hands. It was a first for Byleth to act as the more domineering partner in the bedroom, as it was usually either Rhea or Baeleth who filled that role. Though his times with Dorothea had him act more dominant, mostly due to having more experience than her, this was a first in regard to him actually taking complete charge.
'This must be how Rhea feels with me. To feel the other person mold and bend to your will as you enact every pleasurable thing you could think on to them.' Byleth then inserted two more fingers into Catherine's slit, listening to her squeal at how fast he was speeding up his fingering. With every fast finger pump, more of her juices dribbled out of her pussy and splattered onto the sheets and his feet. Unwilling to stop, he pressed on and continued fingering Catherine as fast as he could, feeling his muscles begin to tense from how much pressure he was using.
Whatever he was doing, Byleth could tell it was turning Shamir on as he felt her nipples become hard and erect against his back. Immediately afterwards, she moved to his side and shoved her whitish breasts onto his face, rubbing her hard teats over his mouth. Sensing what she wanted him to do, he opened his mouth and allowed her to stuff one of them between his lips. Safely enveloping one of her nipples, he began to slowly suck it, listening to her moan in pleasure. Deciding to also focus on Shamir as well, he took away the hand that was groping Catherine's breast, and instead moved it towards the archer's crotch.
Carefully the former mercenary dragged a finger over her dark blue bush, feeling her tremble from his touch, and flicked her clitoris. Soon after, he saw Shamir shake every time he touched the pale pearl. Similar to Catherine, juices came spilling out of her slit, which he caught between his hand. He felt his hand become sticky with the sniper's fluids and once he had enough, Byleth moved it away and placed it in front of Shamir's face. It didn't take long for the archer to figure out what he wanted her to do, and she opened her mouth and began licking his hand clean with her tongue.
Byleth felt himself shiver as Shamir's warm tongue slithered around his hand, lapping up every bit of her juices as she could take. His lust getting the better of him, he hooked a few of his fingers around her choker and pulled her into a heated kiss. Her mouth crashed onto his, sloppily embracing together, while their tongues duked it out within their mouths. He felt her hands crazily dig through his hair as they kissed, balling his blue locks up with frenzied passion. The sniper then began subtly gyrating her hips and he could easily tell what she wanted. Moving his hand back towards her crotch, he stuck a few of his fingers knuckle-deep into her pussy and began thrusting them inside. After that, the stoic sniper mewled just as loudly as the blonde knight beside her was doing.
'Catherine…Shamir…both of them are in the palms of my hand and it feels…good.' Byleth thought as he sped up each of their fingerings. He could feel them cumming again from how fast he was going, but that didn't stop him. No. If anything, it spurred him on to keep going faster, just so he could keep hearing them call out his name in glorious ecstasy.
"Byleth~! Oh, like that! More, more! Damn, I can't stop cumming!" Catherine moaned as her body convulsed again, as her insides clenched his fingertips even harder.
"Shit! Go faster! Keep going, Byleth! Don't stop, don't fucking stop. I'm…so…close…BYLETH!" Shamir screamed, pulling her head back as her tongue lolled out of her mouth, while her hips continuously grinded on top of the professor's hand.
Byleth watched as the two knights vulgarly came in front of his very eyes, unwilling to look away. All the while his calloused fingers continued their lustful wriggling inside of their pussies. His fingering continued for a dozen or so moments, feeling their bodies gyrate and roll against his hands, before finally pulling them away. Immediately he could feel how sticky his fingertips were, listening to them squelch as strands of the women's juices clung to his hands. Staring at them for a time, a lewd idea popped into his head and he stuck his cum-covered fingers into his mouth.
"Shamir. Catherine. Get over here and kiss me." Byleth said, waiting as they both shuffled over to him. He then opened his mouth and felt their ravenous tongues swirl around his own, tasting their own juices mixed with his saliva, as they all kissed each other. His hands reached around to cup their asses, fondling them earnestly, while they leaned further into their three-way kiss. With a tanned cheek in one hand and a pale one in the other, he squeezed them both passionately and felt the two women moan in a lust-filled frenzy. After a few more minutes, Byleth broke apart from them, watching as Shamir and Catherine smacked their lips and swallowed the crude mixture of juices and saliva.
"Catherine was right after all. You're not half bad." Shamir stated as she licked her lips clean.
"Care for another one?" Byleth offered, rubbing his fingers across the sniper's lips.
"Mmm. I'm liking this new side to you." Shamir grinned.
"Me too. I much prefer domineering and seductive to stoic and dull…err, no offense." Catherine apologized sheepishly.
"No offense taken…" Byleth deadpanned. A grunt of surprise came from the former mercenary as Shamir suddenly pushed him onto his back. He then watched as the archer and the knight crawled towards his throbbing sword, staring at it with salacious gazes. As they got closer, he could feel their warm breaths waft over his erection and felt it pulsate even harder, as a bead of precum came seeping out from its slit.
"Oh, well someone is getting excited." Shamir grinned, lapping up the droplet with quick precision. Her tongue then began trailing down the professor's long shaft, while Catherine's followed her lead. Both of their pink members traced and slid over the throbbing veins, rubbing over each other from time to time, as they focused on their double fellatio.
"Goddess, he's so big. If I had known about his size, then I would've jumped his bones sooner." Catherine commented as she slurped up another globule of precum. Taking the first round, she enveloped the professor's bulbous tip into her mouth and began slurping loudly on it. The blonde knight bobbed her head as she glugged several more inches of Byleth's penis. She felt Shamir's tongue roll over her lips, while the sniper continued concentrating on licking the professor's shaft.
"You better not take too long, Catherine." Shamir warned the lewd knight as she lowered her mouth down towards the former mercenary's ballsack. She then took one into her mouth, sucking on it, while she stroked the remaining inches that weren't swallowed up by Catherine's loud slurping. The meaty erection pulsated in her palm as she jacked it off, while dribble from Catherine's mouth slid over her fingers. The ball that was in her mouth rolled over her voracious tongue, covering it with her saliva, as she greedily sucked on it.
After going at it like this for several more minutes, Catherine and Shamir swapped places, leaving the archer with the mouthful of cock and the knight to slurp on his ballsack. The stoic sniper furrowed her brow as her mouth tried to fit the massive dick, unaware of how truly thick it was. Never had the archer ever taken something this big, but she would be remiss if she allowed Catherine to get the better of her. And so, she continued swallowing the erection, inch by inch, until she managed to make it at least a centimeter further than where the blonde knight had made it. Once that happened, Shamir started bobbing her head up and down, slurping up as much precum that seeped out of Byleth's tip. All the while, Catherine gobbled up one of the professor's balls, gargling it, as she felt it throb in her mouth.
"Catherine! Shamir! I can't…hrgh, I'm about to-" Byleth wasn't able to finish as he suddenly felt the combined efforts of the archer and sniper quicken, making him groan as the pleasure deepened. It got to where he could no longer take it anymore and he grunted as he ejaculated straight into Shamir's waiting mouth. He felt her lips tighten their grip on his tip, while loud and rapacious slurps echoed throughout the room. As he came, he could feel the ball that Catherine was gargling contract within her mouth, as her tongue slobbered all over it. The professor pumped his hips, grabbing some of Shamir's dark blue hair, while he continued cumming into her.
Shamir's brow furrowed deeper as she tried to keep as much of Byleth's semen packed into her mouth. Unfortunately, a lot of it was too much for her to handle, causing her to involuntarily gulp some down while other semen dribbled down her lips. Thankfully, Catherine could see it, even from her lower position, and hastily leapt up to lap up the cum dripping from Shamir's lips. The archer shivered as the knight's greedy tongue slithered all over her cheek and lips, while Shamir still had a mouthful of both cock and cum. It seemed like the professor would never cease his ejaculations until they finally stopped, as if the Goddess had heard her silent prayer. Closing her lips tightly shut, the sniper sat up with puffed up cheeks and wrapped a hand around Catherine's throat and pulled her into a messy kiss.
Opening her mouth to share in the liquid reward, Shamir felt Catherine's tongue ravenously lap up as much semen as it could carry, and heard the knight gulp it all down. Together the two kissed, each ingesting plenty of the professor's semen, while they groped each other's breasts. As Shamir deftly pinched Catherine's nipples between her skillful fingertips, the blonde knight instead simply chose to manhandle and squeeze the archer's pale tits clumsily. It was a sight to behold, two of the most gorgeous women from the Knights of Seiros kissing each other with mouths full of cum.
'My cum.' Byleth thought as he watched them, starstruck in awe by their beauty.
Finally, with one last gulp between the two, they broke away from the kiss while a strand of saliva still connected their tongues. Shamir was the one to break it by nimbly curling her tongue back into her mouth as she turned to the professor to offer her compliments. "You certainly don't taste half bad either. Good. I would've detested having to swallow any more if your cum tasted horrible."
"Yeah, two thumbs up, professor!" Catherine shouted as she grinned jubilantly. "But now then, onto the next round! Shamir, you know what to do." She moved to stare at the sniper, holding her palm out towards her partner. "On three, ready?"
"Yeah yeah." Shamir replied, also raising her hand into the air.
Together the two chanted, "Sword, lance, axe," while raising and lowering their hands in the air until finally revealing what they had chosen.
Shamir – Lance
Catherine - Sword
"Predictable as always." Shamir smirked, holding her 'lance' in victory.
"GODDESS BE DAMNED! Oh…shit, wait I didn't mean that! Agh, please forgive me Goddess for my harsh words!" Catherine repented by clapping her hands together in a praying pose. "Ugh, one of these days, I swear that I'll beat you with sword." She grumbled over to the sniper, who was ignoring her in favor of focusing on the professor.
Byleth watched as Shamir crawled on top of his lap, grinding her slit painfully slow over his erection. Her wet walls slid up his shaft until they reached his tip and she stopped. His vision was then covered with a view of tanned full moon with pink lips squelching and puckering loudly. 'I can see that Catherine doesn't want to feel left out. Very well then.' He grabbed her ass, squeezing her caramel cheeks, and started licking her dripping pussy lips. His licks stopped for a few seconds, groaning as Shamir then lowered herself onto his cock until her pale butt touched his lap.
"MMM! Fuck, this'll take a second to get used to." Shamir grunted, feeling the professor's engorged penis stretching her pussy walls to their limit. She bit her lip to keep herself from showing how much she was enjoying this, though Catherine could clearly see past her partner's façade.
"Feels good, does he? Try not to wear him out too much before I get a crack at him. Hah-aaaaaaaah~!" Catherine laughed before she cut herself off with a pleasured moan from the professor's flicking her clitoris. "Oh, fuck yeah! That's the stuff, keep doing that! Mmm! Don't stop…don't stop!" She moaned, gyrating her hips, as her pussy was being devoured by Byleth's tongue.
Byleth could taste how turned on the lewd knight was, sloshing his tongue against the flood of her naughty juices. Once he began toying and pinching her clit, Catherine turned back into another moaning mess. While his fingers continued tweaking the pink pearl, his tongue inserted itself into the knight's slit. He rubbed his tongue against her ribbed walls, as they twirled around his pink member like a thousand miniature tongues. His sexual onslaught persisted which made Catherine squeal with every flick of his tongue and nip of her clit.
Shamir was in a similar fit of ecstasy. Rolling her hips against Byleth's crotch, she finally managed to recompose herself and got used to how thick his cock felt inside of her. Her inner walls coiled themselves around the throbbing shaft, pulling it closer. "Fuck…oh fuck yeah. Oh, I really needed this! Come on, thrust faster! Don't make me do all the damned work!" The horny sniper growled, quickening her gyrations as she started slamming her hips onto the professor's lap. She rode his meaty sword, feeling it twitch rapidly, and started using her fingernails to tease his nipples. "Oh, that made your cock jerk a bit. Are your nipples that sensitive, professor?" Shamir smirked ominously, licking her lips as she relentlessly began toying with them.
"AHH! His tongue is moving faster! Keep doing that, Byleth! Fuck, I'm so damned horny! Quick, get over here!" Catherine grabbed the back of Shamir's head and pulled her into a deep kiss. Their tongues fought it out, slobbering their drool all over the professor's abdomen, but due to the sniper's swift movements, she was the clear winner of their ravenous duel.
Taking control of the kiss, Shamir moved one of the hands that was playing with Byleth's nipples and used it instead to tweak one of Catherine's. She squeezed the blonde knight's massive tit, rubbing her finger against the rough skin of the areola, and pulled hard on the erect nipple. The archer felt the knight mewl from within their kiss but didn't relent and kept pinching and twisting on her pink nipple. 'If I can't act dominant with Byleth, then I can at least toy with Catherine.' Yanking on the nipple a few centimeters, Shamir twisted it and heard Catherine moan as she came right on Byleth's face. "Heh…too easy." She said proudly before thrusting her lips back onto Catherine's.
Byleth felt Catherine's juices drench his face as he licked her slit, trying his best to keep himself from drowning by how much she was pouring out. Her squelches intensified as she came, while his licks became louder due to how increasingly wet she was. Like Shamir was doing to Catherine's nipple, he tweaked and squeezed her clitoris the same way, making the blonde knight wail from her kiss with the sniper. While one hand pinched Catherine's clit, his other slapped across the knight's ass, sending it rippling from the hard spank. With every smack came more juices dripping onto his face, as Catherine grinded her slit against the professor's mouth.
Catherine's eyes rolled back as she bit her lips. "Fuck…I think I'm getting addicted. How about you?" She looked to Shamir, who was intently focused on bouncing on top of Byleth's cock. With every gyrate, the sniper's breasts shook in the air, calling to Catherine like a siren's song. "I'll take that as a yes." The knight mumbled before grabbing and wrapping her mouth around one of Shamir's nipples. She could feel her partner shiver as her tongue circled her hardened bud, pulling Shamir closer so that she could suck even harder.
"Catherine…" Shamir whispered, rubbing her fingers through the knight's blonde tresses. "…Don't stop." She pressed her breast onto her partner's face, giving her easier access to suckle her teat. Cooing, she felt the professor's penis twitch against her insides, which told her that he was getting closer to his climax. "Hitting your limit already, professor? Hmph…so am I. Go ahead, don't hold back."
Stopping his rampant licks on Catherine's pussy, Byleth answered back, "But what about-"
"Don't worry about it. You think I would've done all this if I hadn't already taken precautions? Come now, I thought you knew me better than that." Shamir said with a teasing grin. 'It's about time too. I've already came almost five times since he's been inside of me. My instincts were right on the money about you, Byleth. The quieter the man, the wilder the lay.' Speeding up her bouncing, the sniper felt her ass jiggle crazily as she collided with his crotch. She clenched her ribbed walls tighter against the professor's twitching erection as it thrusted deeper into her. Shamir then grit her teeth as she suddenly felt a warm eruption inside of her, telling her that the professor had finally reached his limit.
Byleth groaned aloud, thrusting his hips upwards as Shamir's insides milked him. Her vaginal walls clasped him with a possessive passion while his streaks of semen marked them. With every rope of cum that spasmed into her, the tighter she became, as if she got off on being filled to the brim with his sperm. He felt Shamir's body shudder atop him, clearly going through her own orgasm, as he heard her quietly moan to herself. 'She's gripping me so hard that I can't stop myself from cumming. It seems that Shamir hides her lewd side much better than Catherine does…and I quite like it.'
Though he wasn't exactly close to the skilled sniper, Byleth still held a profound respect for Shamir. From the missions that they had done together, it was clear that Shamir was a talented individual at what she did and was a valuable asset to the Knights of Seiros. Whether she held the same respect for him, he did not know, but if her sleeping with him was any indication, then he would wager a guess that she at least admired him in some capacity. Wincing lowly, Byleth felt Shamir clench his penis harder against her insides once he stopped ejaculating. By now he knew that he had no doubt filled her womb with his seed, though apparently Shamir had already done something to counteract that by some means. 'Probably some manner of contraceptive tea like my sister drinks.' He then heard a loud pop and heard Catherine begin to speak.
"Alright, hop off, Shamir! Now it's my turn to try out the professor's giant sword." Catherine poked her friend's tit impatiently, causing Shamir to growl back at her.
"Can't you wait just a couple more minutes. I…" Shamir's lips started trembling as a lecherous smirk formed across her lips. "…Just let me enjoy it for a little while longer."
Catherine was stunned, never before seeing her partner in such a state of bliss. Smooshing her ass against the professor playfully, she let out a bawdy chortle. "Well, aren't you something special, professor, to be able to turn Shamir into a such a mess. If I didn't know any better, than I'd say that she's already fallen for your dick."
"…Shut it." Shamir darkly glared at Catherine, but the blonde knight waved it off with another laugh. 'Damn it, I let my guard down for a second and the euphoria overwhelmed me. Still, to think that I could feel so good. I haven't felt this good since I was with…' She stopped, closing her eyes to shut away the painful feelings that were starting to rise to the surface. Quickly, the archer pulled herself off the professor's lap and turned her back away from the two. "…Go on then, Catherine. Have your fun." Shamir said tersely, trying to keep her voice from showing any emotion.
Luckily, the blonde knight was too hopped up on lust to notice anything and hastily laid on her back. "Finally! Alright, professor, get on top of me and pound like you've never pounded before!" She eagerly gestured over to Byleth, who was still looking at Shamir. Catherine watched as he moved to the archer's side and laid a hand on her shoulder, rubbing it softly.
"…Are you ok?" Byleth asked, unsure of how to proceed.
Shamir didn't answer, instead choosing to remain silent for a time before letting out a brusque sigh. "…I'm fine. Just don't focus on me right now and go and fuck Catherine before she goes crazy. I'll be ok." She stared at the wall as she spoke, unwilling to look the professor in the eyes lest they reveal any of her untampered emotions. Thankfully the professor seemed to respect her privacy and gave her one last pat before crawling on top of the impatient Catherine. Turning her head slightly to look at them, a small grin formed at hearing the blonde knight gutturally grunt at being penetrated by the professor's massively meaty "sword."
"UUUUUGH! YES! FILL ME UP, PROFESSOR! FUCK ME FUCK ME FUCK ME!" Catherine roared as Byleth began thrusting into her, pressing his entire body onto hers, as he fucked her. She felt his cock vibrate and thump against her ribbed insides, massaging itself while her inner walls possessively clasped onto the professor's mighty erection. Her tongue lolled out from her mouth as Byleth sped up his pumping, leading to him pushing his entire tongue between her lips. It swirled around inside, easily bypassing her defenses while it slid up and down her mouth. Eager for more, she quickly reciprocated the lustful embrace and rolled her tongue against his, causing bouts of saliva to cascade from their sloppy kiss.
Shamir watched the two warriors depravedly enjoy each other's bodies, listening to the meaty claps as their combined sweat flew into the air and onto the bed. Having compressed her emotional state back to her usual demeanor, the archer slowly crawled over to the exposed asses of her sexual partners. Their tight holes puckered as she approached them, as if they could sense the dangerously and predatory aura the deadly archer naturally gave off. Hungrily, her tongue slipped out from her mouth as she neared her first prey.
"HUHGH!" Byleth groaned huskily, feeling what was no doubt Shamir's tongue whirling inside his asshole. "Shamir!" He grunted lowly, pounding his fists into the bed, as he unconsciously intensified his pumps into Catherine. The archer's tongue moved dexterously inside his sphincter, slithering like an insatiable snake. His body trembled from both the sniper's tongue and the tightness of the knight's pussy. As he pounded Catherine even faster, her licks became even more ravenous as her tongue slid against his cheeks and brushed against his lips. The lewd knight once more stuffed her pink member back into his mouth, swirling it inside just like Shamir's currently was inside his rear.
Shamir meanwhile started rubbing her clit with her right hand and fingering Catherine's ass with her left. A low chuckle came from her as she heard the two groaning from her expert anal skills, which she had picked up awhile back from her wilder years as a mercenary. 'It feels good to be doing this with someone I can trust again. Or I suppose with someone's I can trust in this case. It's been awhile since I've needed to dig out my ass-licking and ass-fingering talents, but I'd be lying if I said I didn't miss it.' Closing her eyes, she let her tongue and fingers work their magic and allowed her body to instinctually do what needed to be done. And from hearing the two's pleasured grunting, Shamir knew she was on the right track.
With every harsh thrust onto Catherine's muscular body, as well as Shamir's incessant licking, Byleth felt himself reaching closer to his eventual climax. Intensifying his kiss with the lewd knight, he grabbed her weighty breasts and clasped them within his hands. Squeezing them tight, his calloused palms kneaded them and molded them into a variety of doughy shapes. From every harsh grope, he heard Catherine mewl appreciatively of his fondling, and drove into her pussy even harder than before.
Catherine's grunts and moans became more animalistic and gruffer as she felt Byleth's cock plunge deeper into her, nearly reaching her cervix. "YES! GODDESS, YES, KEEP POUNDING ME LIKE THAT! HARDER! DON'T STOP, BYLETH! OH FUCK, I'M CUMMING AGAIN! PRESS HARDER ONTO ME AND MAKE ME YOUR BITCH!" She squealed, squirting as another orgasm rocked through her body. Her body convulsed against the rock-hard body of the former mercenary, whom was still mercilessly pounding her, as per her request. 'Fuck me, I can't go back after this. I'm completely addicted to his cock now. No one's ever been able to make me cum like this before. Oh Goddess, I am going to make this professor mine…'
The bed below them creaked and swayed so loudly that he could've sworn he heard the wood cracking. Yet this only spurred on the three horny knights as they were desperate to experience more lustful depravity with each other. However, their bodies were only human and all humans had their limits no matter how powerful. First it was the lusty knight who fell, cumming once more and squealing like a bitch in heat as she did so. Then it was the horny sniper, who had long since abandoned fingering the knight and had instead moved to rubbing her own clit, and she came as loudly and provocatively as the knight did. Finally it was the noble professor who was the last to orgasm, filling the lustful knight to the brim with his seed and marking her womb with his scent.
Cross-eyed due to the sheer intensity of the orgasm, Catherine's body spasmed as Byleth continued pumping into her and unloading more of his sperm. Unable to quell his advances, she merely allowed the professor to use her body for his personal use and felt him cum into her already stuffed pussy. Globs of his semen spilled out of their conjoined genitalia and dripped onto the sheets. Puddling beneath their sweaty bodies, Shamir took it upon herself to clean up the sordid mess and began lapping it up ravenously. With every gulp of cum the archer ingested, it only made her hungry for more and felt her uterus tingle with a greedy hunger.
Still, Shamir could not make her move as Byleth was still intent on discharging more of his sperm into Catherine's slit. Amazed at the professor's stamina, her own pussy quivered with excitement at receiving the same treatment once more, desperate to be filled by the man's cum. Finally it seemed like he was done and with one last primal pump, the professor pulled himself out and watched the gaping hole that was Catherine's pussy ooze out a waterfall of his viscous sperm. The archer could tell behind his stoic demeanor that he was proud of the sight before him, watching as "Thunderbrand" Catherine helplessly trembled on her back, clearly exhausted from her recent bout with Byleth.
Before Shamir could even say anything, Byleth had already made his move, pushing her onto her stomach and immediately inserting himself into her pussy once more. Without any hesitation, he began pumping into her as he panted lustfully from above. The archer, unable and unwilling to stop him, merely let the event run its course and laid back as the professor fucked her pussy wildly and without abandon. Pushing her hands together onto the bad, Shamir laid her head on them and tilted her head upwards to stare at Byleth's sweaty face as he thrusted into her. A teasing smirk peaked near the corner of her lips, challenging him to go even harder.
Byleth, hazy with lust, accepted that challenge without any delay and intensified his thrusts even faster. Wanting more, he smashed his lips onto hers, stuffing her tongue into her mouth before she could even react. He watched her stare at him as they kissed, piercing through to his soul with those vigilant eyes of hers. And for some reason, instead of reacting with fear of what she must've saw, Shamir chose to strengthen their embrace by pushing her face harder onto his. The bed shook with an even greater sway as the professor and the archer fucked madly, as saliva dribbled from their messy kiss and fell onto the shaking bedsheets.
With a passionate shudder, Byleth suddenly came again, spurting his semen deep into Shamir's pussy. Her inner walls clasped tightly onto his erection, rubbing it incessantly as more of his thick sperm shot into her womb and filled it once more. Still, he did not stop thrusting and continued his rampant humps while the archer simply laid there and took it. And once he was finished with her, he went back to Catherine and did the same thing to her. And then back to Shamir. And then back to Catherine. And Shamir. And Catherine. And the cycle continued for hours into the night until exhaustion finally took the three of them.
Rhea's Room (Nighttime)
"Well then, did you meet up with the professor like I tasked you to?" Rhea asked, sipping one some herbal tea as she laid back onto her bed. She could tell from Dorothea's nervous fidgeting that she had not done as she was told. Fighting back an irritated sigh, instead she chose to give the student a motherly smile as she put down the tea on the table by her bed. "So you did not speak to him, I see. Is it because you are still angry with him?"
"No!" Dorothea was quick to answer, much to the surprise of the archbishop. "I mean…well maybe a little bit, but you told me that he's the Goddess' chosen, so any anger I may have felt has dissipated…mostly. I was going to speak with him after class, but he rushed off before I could say anything. Once I found him again at the courtyard, he was already leaving the premises with Catherine and Shamir." She explained and let out a vexed sigh. Her vexation was then replaced with curiosity at seeing Rhea's demeanor visibly perk up. It only took a few seconds to connect the dots as to what the archbishop could possibly be thinking. "You don't think…"
"Oh, I do have my suspicions, but that will have to wait till tomorrow. I'll be sure to question Catherine about what transpired between the professor, herself, and Shamir when that happens. She is unreservedly loyal to me and I know that Catherine would never hide something from me if she thought it would displease me." Rhea smiled serenely.
"…I see."
Rhea could see from the songstress' downcast expression that something was wrong. "What troubles you, my child? You know that you can vent whatever ails you to me. Does the thought of our beloved professor sleeping with other women displease you so?"
"…It's all just going to take some getting used to." Dorothea angrily frowned as she crossed her arms. "To think that I have to share my love with other women. I'm just not used to that…and I don't know if I ever will be." She then looked up from feeling Rhea's hand softly caress her shoulder.
"Yet. But you will be with enough time. It may seem painful now, however rest assured that you will come to see how wonderful being part of the Goddess' harem will be."
"Don't you mean Byleth's?"
"Aha, yes. Byleth is the Goddess' chosen and, so in a way, is the Goddess' avatar on this mortal plane. That is simply what I meant." Rhea then pulled Dorothea close to her, pressing the young girl's face between her large, heavenly bosom. She saw the songstress blush in embarrassment and giggled in response to seeing that. "In the meantime, you are more than welcome to sleep in my bed for the night, if you so please. I know the painful aches of desiring to feel Byleth's touch when he is so far away. However, back in the old times, when the Goddess still roamed the land, there were others of her loyal disciples who would meet together in the dark of night. When the Goddess was busy handling other affairs or pleasuring others amongst Her harem, they would take it upon themselves to reach out and please each other." Rhea lowered her face closer to Dorothea's, so close that she could smell the student's perfume. "And should you wish it…I could do the same for you, Dorothea."
Dorothea was intimidated. To partake in the sin of desecrating the holy body of the Archbishop was something that was unsure that her heart could take, let alone her soul. It seemed that Rhea could sense her hesitation and saw her laugh playfully.
"Byleth has taken great pleasure in exploring every inch of my sacred body, you know. I can sense your fear and fret not, my child. What we do in here tonight will stay between us…and the Goddess. Now then, shall we retire to the bed?" Rhea whispered, never breaking her eye contact towards the songstress.
Looking at the hypnotically seductive stare of the archbishop, Dorothea began to finally realize how Byleth had become ensnared by Rhea. She bit her lip and stared at the archbishop's body, looking it up and down, and remembered how divinely gorgeous she looked naked. Finally, unable to hold herself back any longer, the songstress nodded her head. Rhea smiled and pulled the young student into a gentle kiss. Her tongue tickled the songstress' lips, tasting the fruity lipstick that Dorothea had no doubt put on to seduce Byleth. She then took Dorothea's hand and lead her towards the bed, never breaking the kiss as passion overwhelmed the two of them and lust took over their bodies for the remainder of the night.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAND THAT'S A WRAP! BOOM! Yet another chapter done and right before Fire Emblem: Three Hopes comes out! WAHOO! I am so excited for that game, y'all have no idea. All the women got major glow-ups and even the guys did too. I cannot wait to get my hands on the game and experience the awesomeness all over again! Now that Catherine and Shamir are out of the way, the next lady of the harem will probably be Hilda. She was one of the top contenders in the (p) (a) (t) (r) (e) (o) (n) poll, along with Mercedes, but since I already laid the groundwork for our favorite lazy pinkette, I will stick with Hilda.
Hilda is the perfect tease and Byleth will have a tough time wrangling her down…until punishment time rolls around that is ;)
Also, I have a Twitter with a link to support me, if that interests you!
ht tps/ /tw itter. com/na tsuflado 69
Or you can just search my username: Natsuflado69
If any of you are interested in that, then I would really appreciate the support. Thanks to all that have already pledged. It really means a lot to me. It's completely optional, but all patrons get early access to my stuff the moment it's finished. Also, if there are some of you that have wanted to choose what I write, regarding my current stories like The Dragon and the Fairies or The Progenitor God's Harem or My Harem Academia or To Serve Humanity, then I will say that th does help influence my decision-making.
Anyways, if you liked this chapter and want to see more, then please leave a favorite, kudos, follow, bookmark, review, and a comment!
