Chapter 5: Bei Mir Bistu Shein

Summary: An unexpected discovery finds the trio of lovers, and love rules the day.

Petra gripped to her lover, crying out her name as Byleth completely demolished her, giving in for the second time beneath the queen that the goddess and spirits had chosen.

The queen came to a ragged, tense finale as she came deep inside of her lover, spilling warmth out and into Petra, who laid there in a bliss after she had been utterly ruined.

Byleth paused, kissed her lover's forehead, then left her as both panted. With a loving grin, Byleth went over to the window to open it slightly before stoking the fire.

"A stór…" Petra breathed over to her. Byleth was a magnificent specimen in every way, clearly the goddess' chosen. "You are magnificent."

She smiled and returned to bed, kissing Petra's brow. "I try my best." She teased slightly, then looked around and sighed. "Doro's still not here."

"Do you require her attention?" Petra frowned. "I am more than willing to please you again, my dearest love."

Byleth shook her head. "It's not that. It's that I'm starting to worry about her, where she might have gone. It's late and she's been so sick lately… I don't want her gone all night."

Petra pulled her in for another kiss. "I will dress and help you look." She nodded, feeling pleasantly filled, and then stood, feeling it drool out and onto her leg before she could pull on her trousers.

They glanced through the upper floors of the Monestary until they came across her with Flayn, the songstress' head in her hands as Flayn talked to her.

"Cheer up, Dorothea." The small woman told her with a smile, looking up at the other women. "Come, here are your lovers now." Dorothea looked up with tears streaming in her eyes.

"Love?" Byleth hurried over to her. "What's going on?" She reached out and held her love's hand.

"My darling…" She squeezed her lover's hand. "Do you… remember that night, that amazing night, a little while ago?"

"We have a lot of amazing nights," Byleth chuckled. "I…" She trailed off in realization. "I…"

Petra looked between the three women. "I am not in understanding." She looked to Flayn.

"Well, I managed to find the reason why Dorothea is getting sick." She nodded at Petra. "The new queen shall have an heir."

The Brigid warrior looked confused for a half-second, then realization dawned. "We are blessed!" She announced with joy, hugging her lovers together with a wide grip. "Perhaps the land-spirits will bless me as well! I have been mating with Byleth every night, and I-"

The two glanced over at her and she realized now wasn't the best time to speak, blushing and quieting down. Byleth's eyes returned to meet Dorothea's gaze. "My love." She whispered to her. "How do you feel?"

"I hope I stop being as ill soon," Dorothea admitted. "But…" She squeezed the queen's hand. "I am beyond excited. I never thought I would find a wife like you, let alone become a mother, and now… now…"

Byleth leaned in and kissed her gently, the songstress leaning in and caressing her cheek. "I'm glad." She whispered. Their lips met again and Dorothea gave out a pleasant noise, wrapping her arms around her lover and holding the queen quite close.

"Goodness." Flayn put her hand to her mouth before looking over to Petra. "Are they always like this?"

"Quite inseparable." The warrior nodded with a smile.

When the two let go and looked back over at the two women, where Petra moved to hug them both again. Flayn brought the songstress herbs and flowers that were intended to keep the sickness at bay.

"Of course," she reminded them. "I am not extensively trained on helping pregnant women. I know some, but have little practical experience to help the three of you."

"It's quite alright." Dorothea nodded. "I imagine we can find someone better suited in the coming days."

"I shall send out for Mercedes." Byleth nodded. "I believe she still works with mothers and children out in the remnants of the old kingdom."

"Excellent." Flayn clapped her hands. "Well then I should leave you to go rest. I pray that the three of you have a healthy, strong child, and offer you my aid wherever I may help."

They thanked her for her help and left for their quarters before being stopped by the stairs where Dorothea wavered a the top of them, looking sickly.

"Stairs." She complained. "Ugh, I've been so dizzy on them lately."

"Allow me." Byleth reached down and effortlessly picked up the songstress, hoisting her beloved into her arms like a bride. "Hold close." Dorothea clung close to her as she was carried down to their quarters.

The queen laid the songstress across their large bed, smiling gently down at her beloved as she relaxed. Petra made the trio tea as Byleth brushed hair out of Dorothea's face, stroking her cheek then moving her hand down to the woman's slightly grown belly.

"My darling…" Dorothea put her hand over the queen's hand. "I adore you. I can't believe we're truly going to have a child." She paused. "I… hope that it goes well, that our baby is healthy."

"I will keep you safe." Byleth whispered with adoring passion. "I'm going to protect the four of us."

"The four of us…" She smiled. "That sounds quite nice."

"Five, perhaps," Petra teased as she brought them both warm tea. "If the spirits bless me as well."

Dorothea accepted the tea and sat up to enjoy it. "Would you want that?"

"Oh yes." The warrior smiled and nodded. "I would enjoy it much. Nothing would give me affection more than to give our wife-to-be that honor."

Byleth murmured and put a hand on Petra's belly, rubbing it gently. "Maybe tonight, if we were lucky earlier."

"Were you two fucking before you came to find me?" The songstress laughed.

"We had hoped you would arrive before we found a finale." Petra smirked at her, then kissed Byleth gently, with a smile.

"Well…" Dorothea giggled. "Here I am. We might not have many opportunities for fun as the months pass, so let's make the most of the night."

Petra broke their kiss and moved to climb on Dorothea, kissing her in turn, who moaned and slipped her tongue into the warrior's mouth. The Brigid woman's hand ran down to the songstress' belly.

"I will protect you as well." She pledged. "I will honor and guard our family, mo ghraidh. Gu sìorraidh is gu bràth."

Dorothea was about to ask what that meant, but was met by a kiss that quickly unraveled any thoughts from her for the rest of the night as she was surrounded her her lovers, and began to be utterly ruined.