"Is it… is it over?"
The corpse of the Immaculate One just hit the ground with an earth-shattering thud. Verdant blood welled from twin wounds in the creature's skull, staining the smoldering streets of Fhirdiad.
Before Edelgard could finish the words, she noticed mint movement in her peripheral. She turned and watched Byleth grunt and collapse. Her feet carried her to her teacher's side without thought. Ever so gently, she lifted her dearest friend in her arms and cradled her.
No movement. No breath.
Edelgard pressed her head against Byleth's chest desperately, terrified of what she might not hear. She inhaled, silencing the deafening clang of steel clashing against silver and the crackling of flames engulfing the city. And then, she listened.
But there was no sound. Byleth's heart refused to beat.
She gazed upon the still face of her professor, so peaceful, so beautiful. She can't be… Edelgard dared not even think the word. But the Emperor of Adrestia was not one to shy away from the truth. As bitter acceptance enveloped her, tears pooled in her lavender eyes.
How long had it been since she wept? She could not even remember a time during her torturous childhood imprisonment. Or after she cut down her former classmates during the war. But then she recalled one terrible night from five years ago, when she accepted her professor had perished battling the Immaculate One after weeks upon weeks of fruitless searching.
Now, her baseless fears had become reality.
The Sword of the Creator slipped from Byleth's ever-cooling fingers. It really was over, wasn't it? Edelgard continued to sob.
Then, something changed. She felt the slightest movement from the body in her arms. Was it… a breath? Deliriously hopeful, she once again rested her head against her teacher's chest.
Ba-bum. Ba-bum.
Her professor, her Byleth, her beloved, was alive! Edelgard embraced her; for the first time, she realized. She wept even harder, this time joyfully, and even let a few contented laughs escape her lips.
Now that she was not mourning, Edelgard took a moment to reflect on what they had accomplished. They defeated the Immaculate One, they eliminated Those Who Slither In The Dark, they ended the war. And although Edelgard's actions began the conflict for a brighter future for Fódlan, Byleth's strategies and battlefield prowess were what gave them the advantage needed to prevail.
As she sobbed, she noticed that the mint green of Byleth's hair began to miraculously darken, returning to the luscious blue hue that she remembered from long ago. Could it be that the influence of the goddess was truly no more?
"El…" Byleth's voice rasped. She gazed into her beloved ally's eyes, now as blue as her hair. Edelgard almost couldn't believe what she had heard. Her stoic, quiet professor, always of so few words, had whispered her name! Overcome with emotions she had no name for, she placed a hand upon the woman's warming cheek and a kiss upon her softest lips.
Edelgard had longed for this moment for so long, yet she always feared its reception. Was Byleth even aware of the depth of her feelings? Surely she had suspected something. But her teacher had never given her any indication that these feelings were reciprocated. Suddenly Edelgard pulled away, hot with embarrassment.
Byleth gazed at her. That beautiful, blank, emotionless stare that never betrayed the thoughts beyond. The Emperor began to turn her head away, until she spotted a hint of a smile beginning to form upon her teacher's countenance. Quicker than Petra could nock and shoot an arrow, Byleth grabbed her face and pulled her in for another kiss.
Schoolgirl giddiness bubbled within Edelgard. Part of her felt it rather inappropriate given the setting, but she was just so overwhelmed with joy because her teacher was alive. No, not only that. Because she felt the same. Their hot breath intermingled as they kissed ever so gently. Once again, time was lost to her. She could spend days in Byleth's embrace.
"El…" Byleth repeated. Edelgard pressed her forehead against her professor's and stared into those stoic eyes. "I —"
A thunderous roar cut Byleth off. Edelgard's wyvern circled them, crying desperately. Her mount, like her teacher, was usually so silent. Something must be wrong. She scanned her surroundings, searching for whatever could be alerting her. A nearby building, engulfed in flame, creaked and moaned. It looked like it was about to collapse at any moment.
"We have to get out of here." Edelgard spoke with urgency. "Can you walk?"
Byleth nodded. They each grabbed their relics and stood. Her teacher stumbled, so Edelgard grabbed her by the waist without hesitation and half-carried her to the wyvern. As quickly as she could, she secured her professor in the saddle before mounting. They took off in flight just as the building collapsed, burying the Immaculate One in flaming rubble.
From their altitude, Edelgard could survey the entire battlefield. The fighting had ceased; Rhea's forces had long since died or fled. The remains of the Black Eagles Strike Force and their army attempted to quench the flames to save civilians. She held her breath as she scanned for the corpses of her friends. She had not witnessed any of them fall, but she had not seen many of her allies since the beginning of the battle.
"None of our allies died," Byleth said, somehow reading her thoughts. "I made sure of it."
Edelgard did not know how one woman, no matter how brilliant, could ensure the safety of allies half a battlefield away. But it didn't matter anymore. There would be no more fighting. "Then let's find someone more adept at healing magic than I to take care of you." Soon she found Linhardt, and they descended into the flaming city once more. "You're going to be alright, my teacher. I'll make sure of it."
The edge of dawn tinted the sky vibrant shades somehow visible beyond the smoke. Edelgard smiled. The war was truly over, and a new era in Fódlan was about to begin.
—
The familiar bells of the monastery woke Byleth. For a moment she forgot the year, and almost rushed out of bed to avoid missing a seminar or class. But then she remembered. She stayed in bed for a while longer.
After the battle of Fhirdiad, the Black Eagles Strike Force returned to Garreg Mach Monastery once again. Although the war was over, there was much to rebuild. A continent to unite. Given its central location, Garreg Mach was the perfect base of operations, at least until the realm settled a bit.
But for now, there was little for Byleth to do. She was a mercenary, a strategist. Without battle, there was little she could offer the Empire. Her former students would come to her asking for advice, and she would answer them to the best of her ability, but she felt so lost handling their inquiries about politics and the reformation of society.
So, every day, she dressed, drank some tea, trained, and wandered the grounds. Sometimes her meandering led her to the stables, or the market, but today it led her to the Goddess Tower.
With fondness, Byleth remembered the night of the ball all those years ago. Fate led Edelgard to her that night. Her house leader had regaled her with a charming story of love at first sight. Had she truly been so dense?
Or perhaps, the Emperor did not feel the same way. Byleth sighed. She had scarcely seen Edelgard since the battle. She was not even convinced that what she remembered was real. If it had been real, why had they not had a single moment alone in which they could discuss their feelings?
At her parents' grave she decided that she wanted to spend the rest of her life with Edelgard. But that didn't matter if Edelgard didn't want to spend the rest of her life with her.
Byleth just noticed that the ring Jeralt gave her was between her fingers. She shoved it back into its box and its box into her coat, sighing again.
The mercenary lost track of time here. When she finally made the decision that it was time to leave, she heard the echo of footsteps upon the cobblestone.
"My teacher!" Edelgard looked as surprised to see Byleth as she felt to see her. She gazed at the Emperor blankly. "I'm glad to see you."
Oh? Byleth's heart began to beat a little faster. She was still not used to the feeling, but her allies had assured her that everything she felt was normal. Edelgard approached her and reached for her hands. She was grateful that her former student's regalia included gloves, for her hands began to feel clammy in anticipation.
"The children of the goddess have been defeated at last," Edelgard began. "The shape of the world will be forever changed. Humanity is free now. The world is ours once again. Can you believe it?"
"It isn't over yet," Byleth reminded. Rebuilding the broken continent of Fódlan was a staggering task.
"True," Edelgard admitted. "There is still much to be done. We can't ignore the possibility that our enemies will resurface one day. In the end, the fate of this world depends on the choices we make." She sighed, then looked into Byleth's eyes. "I don't know what the future holds, but...come what may, will you stay by my side? You chose to protect me at the Holy Tomb. Will you choose me again?"
Had… it not been a dream? Could the serious and determined Edelgard actually care for her in that way? Byleth could not respond in time.
"What I'm trying to say is…" she continued, "I need you."
"El…" Byleth breathed. How she desperately wanted to say those interrupted words.
Edelgard blushed, clearly against her will. "You called me El. Again. That's… I…" She caught her breath and tried again. "That means more than I can say."
Byleth readied herself, then blurted, "I love you." Her love appeared to be flooded with happiness. A good sign. So, she continued. "And I will always choose you."
"My teacher…" Edelgard breathed. "I love you, too."
Hearing those words made Byleth's heart race even faster. She smiled giddily. She was sure it must have looked odd on her usually expressionless face, but she couldn't care. Without a moment's thought, she grabbed the ring from her coat pocket and presented it to Edelgard. "Please accept this gift."
The Emperor examined it for a moment while Byleth held her breath. Had it been too soon? Had she misread the depth of her feelings? Goddess, I'm a fool… Finally, Edelgard spoke. "Is this —?"
Byleth nodded hesitantly.
Suddenly, Edelgard wrapped herself around her and planted a deep kiss upon her lips. When they were just barely apart, she whispered, "It's lovely. Thank you, my dearest. I will happily accept it."
"You want to be my wife?" Byleth confirmed.
"More than anything," her love guaranteed. "I must admit, I feared my feelings would be unrequited. So long as I had you by my side, it never mattered how many enemies I amassed. You were all I needed." Edelgard pressed her head against her chest, and Byleth engulfed her fiance in her arms. "All this time, I longed to share my feelings with you, and it seems you wished for the same. Now, our wishes have come true. This feeling... it's overwhelming."
"It is."
"I look forward to starting our life together in the light of a glorious new dawn. To think that I may truly call you my partner and equal now... The solitary reign of Edelgard has come to an end. From now on, we walk this path together. With time and care, the darkness shrouding this world will be lifted. You and I will become the light that shines over Fódlan... just as you have shined upon my life."
"I want nothing more, my love." But Byleth was finished with talking. She pulled the shorter woman's chin towards her face and locked her lips in a kiss.
It was gentle, at first. Then gentle became exploratory. Then exploratory became passionate. Once their tongues had been introduced, Byleth's hands began to wander. A tiny moan escaped Edelgard's lips as her fingers brushed over her ass. The first of many to come, Byleth hoped. She gripped and pulled her fiance in closer.
Edelgard's hands were resting on her shoulders. They drifted lower as slowly as a fortress knight could cross a battlefield. But Byleth was patient. When the sides of her hands grazed against her breasts, her former student let out another deep moan.
"Like what you feel?" she teased.
Edelgard turned redder than she had ever seen her. Almost indignantly, she muttered, "I would be lying if I said I did not find you… attractive."
Byleth nuzzled her head against her. "I'm just teasing. You're cute when you're flustered."
That just made Edelgard's blush intensify. "Oh, just kiss me already."
She conceded. Byleth was too overwhelmed with love to bother her fiance any more. But as they kissed longer and fiercer, she was soon overwhelmed with something else entirely. Her core seemed to pulse and she felt entirely too hot in her lengthy coat. Everytime Edelgard whimpered or moaned a kind of hunger gnawed at her. Although Byleth was familiar with the physical effects of arousal, what she was feeling was something new entirely. Was this… lust?
Byleth took a moment to examine Edelgard. She kissed her greedily, with a hand tangled in her flowing hair. Could it be, once again, that they wanted the same thing?
Mustering her courage, Byleth asked, "Did you want to continue this… elsewhere?"
Edelgard stopped, taking a moment to consider. She furrowed her brows in confusion, then realized the meaning of her words. "Oh."
"You don't have to say yes," Byleth soothed. "We have all the time in the world."
"I want to," she decided.
Byleth's heart skipped a beat. She would always find that unsettling, but she couldn't find more than a moment to care. "A- are you sure?" Edelgard nodded. "We can always stop at any time, or —"
"I said yes, my teacher," she laughed. "But thank you for caring about my comfort. And my consent. Now, let's find somewhere a bit more private."
—
Edelgard grazed the ring on her now-gloveless finger. It really was lovely, wasn't it? The whisper of a smile cracked her lips as she settled herself on the dormitory bed.
Hand in hand, the Emperor of Fódlan and her beloved mercenary had joyously jogged throughout the monastery, as giddy as schoolgirls. She was sure Hubert or some other advisor had seen them and judged the lack of decorum, but she had no space in her heart to care. For her teacher, her Byleth, loved her.
They had slowed and then paused when they approached the dormitories. Byleth had tilted her head towards her room, inviting her in with a sensual look. Edelgard had considered it, but instead led her teacher towards the greenhouse and up the staircase to the dormitory's top floor. It was less private on this floor, true, but she desired the comfort of familiarity this night. She needed to be in the bed where she had first dreamed of this moment.
"Tea?"
Her professor's innocent inquiry startled her. Edelgard wondered why now of all times she would ask such a thing… until she realized that she had been sitting with her hands properly folded on her lap for countless minutes, resembling an Emperor in a meeting rather than a woman awaiting her lover. She realized that her teacher was simply trying to get her to relax.
"It's rather late in the day for that, isn't it?" Edelgard tested. Would her professor really brew a pot of tea before ravishing her?
Byleth shrugged.
"Oh, very well," she capitulated. "I suppose that would be nice."
While her teacher began preparations, Edelgard fondly recalled their tea parties during her time at the Officer's Academy. How thrilled she had been the first time she was invited! How jealous she felt when she realized that the professor shared such moments with all of her classmates… How touched she was when Byleth remembered her favorite tea after five long years. They chatted about everything from battle strategy to their favorite stray cats. Her training regimen to gossip about the knights.
A delicate porcelain teacup now rested on the bedside table beside her. Edelgard sipped the nigh-scalding tea. Bergamot, of course. Byleth joined her on the bed, sitting a respectful distance from her, and drank her tea with a puzzling, unreadable expression on her face. If she felt as nervous or as excited as Edelgard did, it was impossible to tell. Her actions from earlier implied she felt just as desperate, but now her demeanor seemed cool and collected.
"What's going on in that head of yours?" Edelgard uttered. She regretted the instinctual release of her thoughts from her mouth and felt heat flush her cheeks.
Byleth turned to her and grinned, her blue eyes still far away in thought. "Finish up and I'll show you."
Edelgard obeyed, emptying her cup in a few quick gulps, careful not to burn her tongue. She placed the cup on its saucer and faced her fiance.
Her beloved extended a hand and used it to deftly remove the crown from her head, allowing her blanched hair to fall past her shoulders. Now free from its Imperial confines, Byleth tangled her hand in her long hair and pulled Edelgard in for a kiss.
Byleth's kisses wandered from her lips to her cheeks to her neck, and it was not long before her arousal returned. She hoped her nervousness would quell with the passion of her lover's touches, but it only seemed to gnaw at her more and more as her desire increased. Frustration overcame her as Byleth fiddled with the buttons of her dress.
"I've never done this before," Edelgard admitted sheepishly. Byleth ceased her actions and locked eyes with her.
"Do you want me to stop?"
"No! I'm just… nervous."
Byleth considered her words. It looked like she was… strategizing, or planning a solution. Ever the tactician, her professor. "Would you rather undress me?"
Heat pulsed in her body as lewd images of her teacher's nude form invaded her mind. Edelgard nodded wantonly. Byleth shifted on the bed so that she could slide off her long coat. Rippling muscles greeted her, as well as hints of faded battle scars. Some of her nervousness eased at the sight. Hers was not the only body marred by wounds both fresh and old. She brushed her hand against the powerful back for a moment, then got to work removing the rest of her clothes and armor. First she freed her arms, then she sat on the floor to pull her tall boots off. She traced her lips upon those fine legs, wishing they were bare of the patterned stockings, as alluring as they were. Another salacious image ravaged her imagination, and Edelgard stood and lustfully unfastened the bizarre corset.
Byleth's bare bust before her fulfilled so many of her naughty schoolgirl fantasies. It was as if she were a marble statue crafted by the finest artisan in the history of Fódlan. Edelgard knew those breasts were hers to touch and fondle and worship, but it almost felt irreverent to do anything but stare.
"Like what you see?"
Edelgard was sure her face was as red as her dress by now. Seeing Byleth so vulnerable had calmed many of her fears and insecurities, and now she wanted nothing more than to be undressed with her lover. She quickly removed her teacher's stockings, leaving her in naught but lacy black undergarments. Then she turned around and began undoing her own buttons.
Warm, soft skin pressed against her back while she worked. Byleth took over. Feeling her teacher's chest upon her nude back almost caused Edelgard's fingers to drift, but she held herself back. She only wanted her lover to touch her tonight.
The removal of her clothes was a blur. Byleth kissed the scars on her back while ever so carefully tracing her fingers up to her breast. "You're beautiful, El," she breathed.
With a smile upon her lips, Edelgard turned to face her and smothered her in kisses. The strength of Byleth's hands upon her chest intoxicated her. Bravery surged within her, and she decided to explore her teacher's own voluptuous bust. She moaned into her lover's mouth upon first touch.
Byleth guided her back to the too-small bed. As Edelgard plopped her head upon the pillow, the all-too-familiar anxiety once again stiffened her body. Her lover discontinued her kisses upon noticing this and met her gaze, silently awaiting permission to move forward.
"I don't know what to do," she admitted. And then, she sighed in frustration. She was not uneducated. "I mean, exactly. I know — I mean, I'm familiar with —"
"Let me teach you." Those words made Edelgard shudder in anticipation. How she had longed to be taken during their training sessions… "Just relax for now." She tried to do so. "Deep breaths," Byleth reminded, correcting her form as if this were a lesson. After a few successful breaths, she felt her muscles relax. "Close your eyes," Byleth continued.
"Yes, my teacher," she uttered.
Although she couldn't see it, she was sure her former professor's face was bemused. "You can call me by my name, you know," Byleth reminded.
"I know… Byleth." As sweet as the name was, it felt strange on Edelgard's lips. Had she even said it aloud before, or had she always referred to her by her title? "But right now, you are my teacher, are you not?"
Byleth chuckled, a melodious sound. Edelgard warmed uncomfortably knowing that her professor realized at that moment all of her inappropriate fantasies. "Then let the lesson begin," she indulged.
Edelgard lost herself while Byleth caressed her. Each touch of passion cooled her nerves and fired her lust. Kisses and grasps and fondles and licks maddened her. It all felt so wonderful, but longing for more overcame her. As Byleth trailed her thigh with a finger, she whimpered a pathetic beg.
Swiftly and obligingly Byleth removed the last of Edelgard's undergarments. Her teacher bit her lip while gazing upon her, showing a rare moment of weakness. They locked eyes while Byleth awaited permission to continue. Edelgard inhaled and nodded.
They moaned in unison upon that first touch. Byleth must have been overcome with how slick and wet her softest skin felt, while Edelgard could not believe that she was finally being touched by her teacher. It was strange how good it was, to let someone else have control. She was used to her own fingers on and in her, so why did this feel so different?
Byleth dampened her fingers at her entrance then gently circled her most sensitive area. Edelgard tugged at her hair and pulled her into a deep kiss. "You really wanted me, didn't you?" her lover breathed into her mouth.
"Yes, my teacher."
The gentle repetition caused Edelgard to gently pulse in pleasure. Byleth slid her fingers around her fold with such tender care. After her teacher flicked her at just the right angle, she emitted a lengthy moan which caused Byleth to paw at her breast fiercely. "Good girl," she praised, and increased her tempo.
Those words from her lover caused Edelgard to moan a high-pitched sound of pleasure. She was a student again, receiving praise after passing an exam or mastering a new spell or skill.
However much she would have liked to hide this fantasy, Byleth again seemed to read her thoughts. "You did always like when I praised you in class," she realized. "No matter how hard you tried to hide it." Edelgard reddened in embarrassment. "Now be a good girl and let me inside you."
"Yes, my teacher," she gulped.
Byleth teased her entrance for a moment before inserting a finger. Wetness gushed and again they moaned together. Her teacher curled inside her, pushing in and out until finding the spot which made her whimper the loudest.
"How do you feel?" Her lover checked in while she pumped.
Edelgard nodded. "Wonderful," she insisted. "Don't stop."
A second finger soon joined the first. Edelgard encouraged her motions with desperate gripping and moaning. Any reservations she had towards the beginning of their experience were gone. Now, she experienced nothing but bliss and ecstasy. She wanted to be taken and ravaged and used. Her hips began to rock with her lover's thrusts. She watched as her beloved smiled deviously.
Byleth's thumb tickled her clit again. "Yes…" she whispered. The pleasurable sensations were intensifying and quickening, and Edelgard knew she must be close.
Just as she was about to burst, her teacher slowed and whispered into her ear. "May I taste you?"
She nodded desperately. Byleth exited her and grabbed her ribcage with her soaked hand. She kissed down her face and neck and torso before circling around to peck upon her inner thighs. Edelgard quivered in anticipation, but knew that the slower her lover took to reach her, the longer she would last. Byleth pushed her legs far apart and teased at her thighs with tantalizing touches of her tongue.
Eventually she placed a chaste kiss upon her clit. It was not long before her lips parted and her teacher's tongue met her skin as hauntingly as a ghost. After torturing her with the gentlest of licks, Byleth began to lap at and circle her. The feeling of fingers upon her was somewhat familiar, but this was entirely new and utterly addicting. "You're intoxicating, El." Her hot breathy words teased her between licks. Edelgard grabbed at her luscious blue hair and pulled her lover closer.
It was not long before her excitement was almost unbearable again. She moaned and cried and pleaded while her lover worshiped her. "Goddess," Edelgard exclaimed, surprising herself. It was quite unlike her to even remotely reference the religion that had plagued her so. Byleth began to suck on her clit, causing Edelgard to claw at the sheets of the bed. "Oh, I love you." She moaned in acknowledgment but did not move away to speak. "There! Oh, there…"
Byleth lapped at the spot diligently, knowing her fiance was close. Her explorations ceased; now, her tongue was focused on a singular mission.
"Oh, my teacher…" No. The final lesson had been taught. She could use the name of her future wife. "Byleth…" Her lover moaned at the sound of her name, which sent Edelgard into even more of a frenzy. "Byleth, my love… Yes, right there… OH! Oh… Byleth, please… By —"
"— ahhhh!"
Her lover's name devolved into a guttural shout as the first spasm of a powerful orgasm overtook Edelgard. Byleth continued her lickings, always pressing against her beloved as she bucked. Her heart pounded almost out of her chest while ripples of pleasure flooded down her body. Edelgard's entrance closed in sporadic contractions even after Byleth slowed and halted.
All was silent for a few moments, except for the sound of their panting.
Then Byleth placed a tender kiss upon her sex before collapsing beside her. They gazed into each other's eyes. "How did you feel?" her fiance asked after a few moments.
Edelgard nuzzled her head against the older woman's chest. "Perfect," she breathed.
If the mercenary had any more words, she did not share them. Instead she ran her fingers through her white hair while Edelgard traced patterns into her muscular stomach.
"Thank you… for making my first time so special, so… magical." Edelgard sat up so she could see her beloved's face. Byleth smiled at her. "I'd like to repay the favor," she said while gliding a hand down her chiseled body.
"Then I hope you studied," Byleth teased. They shared a hearty chuckle.
"I am nothing if not a model pupil." Her hand now at Byleth's dark underwear, she faltered in a twinge of nervousness. Her former teacher wiped her mouth then pulled her in for a comforting kiss. Edelgard could taste her sweetness on her fiance's still-wet lips.
Eager to please her partner, Edelgard tugged the lacy undergarments off. A tangle of coarse blue hair guarded her lover's sex. So beautiful… Too afraid to touch her there yet, she focused her attention on Byleth's breasts.
She couldn't help moaning when she first sucked on her magnificent nipple. Edelgard grasped as much of the other in her hand as she could and massaged it gently as Byleth hardened in her mouth. "You're a quick learner," her lover growled. She flicked her tongue in response.
Her hand wandered down almost without her realizing it. She caressed nearer and nearer, then looked into her lover's deep blue eyes for permission.
They didn't betray much, but Edelgard could tell she was aroused. "You can touch me," she said, as if it didn't matter either way. Did her stoic nature even extend into the bedroom? …Could she make her teacher lose her composure, just as she had done to her?
Ready to face the challenge, Edelgard ran a finger along her slit. Between her legs was deliciously hot and wet. Her satisfaction had been put off for so long… "You have me so close already," Byleth admitted. "You drove me wild."
"Let me make you feel how I felt." Edelgard began to play with her lover, trying to recall which motions pleased her own body while examining what touches made Byleth react the most. Her lover was as silent as always, letting out far fewer moans than Edelgard had, so she listened for disruptions in her breathing.
"Mmm…" Byleth sighed. That's it. Edelgard continued her circular rubbings while pinching at her nipple. "You're good at this, El." She blushed. All she wanted was to make Byleth feel a fraction as good as she felt earlier. "You're such a good girl." Edelgard exclaimed again, unwittingly. Her lover's eyes flashed deviously, as if she was planning all sorts of ways to excite her. But she seemed to think better of it. They had all the time in the world, after all.
She ventured further down, to her lover's entrance. Edelgard kissed Byleth on the lips while she entered her, desperate to feel her intoxicating moan. Her lover tightened around her finger as she slid in and out with ease. Their free hands tangled in each other's hair and their eyes locked passionately. Edelgard was pleased to see that her former teacher's cool facade was breaking. She did not — or could not — speak, but a gleam of desperation haunted her beautiful eyes.
Edelgard enticed her with another finger. She crossed the sodden threshold again, this time with two, and smiled when she heard the hitch in Byleth's breath. Curling her fingers as her teacher showed her, she stroked towards the inner wall of her love until she found the exact place which made her moan.
Byleth's growing arousal excited and soaked Edelgard again. But she had to focus. Oh, how she wanted to pleasure her beloved! Her partner lunged in for a kiss and skillfully repositioned them both so that Byleth sat atop her lap. Edelgard longed to one day use her strength and dexterity in bed as masterfully as her lover. The older woman rolled her hips along her hand in an even, swift tempo. Her lustful moan caused Byleth to grin.
She continued to thrust to the best of her ability while matching pace with her former professor. The glimmer which shone in her deep blue eyes was almost feral; Edelgard knew she was close. "Darling…" Byleth breathed. I like the sound of that. "El… Make me come for you."
Edelgard was more than happy to oblige. But her barbaric lust caused a naughty spirit to possess her. She replied, "Only if you'll scream for me, my love."
Byleth looked shocked at the audacity of her former pupil. She rocked harder and gripped the back of her head with a firm hand. "Make me," she challenged.
Small beads of sweat dripped down Edelgard's back as she pumped harder and faster into her lover. Byleth had been so delicate, so gentle earlier. She would not have changed a single thing about how her beloved treated her for her first time, but Edelgard would be lying if she did not admit that the prospect of rougher, passionate, messier sex did not excite her.
"El…" Byleth begged.
She increased her tempo again. Byleth smothered her in kisses while grinding, nibbling at Edelgard's lower lip sporadically.
"El…" she breathed into their kiss. Edelgard could tell she was trying to maintain some composure, but she would not be satisfied until all of Garreg Mach heard the professor's decadent screams.
The wooden bed squeaked underneath them and slammed against the wall with each thrust. Labored breaths and little grunts accompanied the other sounds. But as loud as her tiny room was at the moment, Edelgard needed it to be louder.
"El…" Byleth whimpered. Suddenly she gasped and cried, "El!" Edelgard smiled and did not abandon her efforts. Her lover buried her face in her neck. She tightened around her fingers and grinded madly. "El, El, El, El — ahhhhh!"
Her building crescendo sounded primal, like the cries Edelgard had heard so many times in battle. Not quite pained, but as if she were roaring to strike down an enemy. It was the sexiest noise she had ever heard. Their movement slowed then ceased; the women panted together in satisfaction. "Good girl," Edelgard teasingly cooed. Byleth let out a breathy laugh.
They stayed there for a moment, kissing sweetly between heavy breaths. Edelgard removed her sticky fingers from inside her fiance. Overcome with a desire to taste her now-resting love, she placed her fingers inside her mouth and wiped them clean. It was impossible to describe her musk, but its delicious taste maddened her. Composing herself, Edelgard asked, "How was I?"
Byleth stroked her face with a pleased, exhausted smile. "Perfect." She echoed Edelgard's previous words.
"I love you," they uttered simultaneously, then shared a laugh.
They plopped on the bed and cuddled in each other's arms. Edelgard wished she could simply fall asleep like this, wrapped in her lover's embrace… but she was still bothered. "My —" she caught herself. "Byleth…"
Her fiance gazed at her, seeming to know her unasked question. "Whatever you desire is yours," she vowed. "Just say the word."
They made love deep into the night, intoxicated with each other. When they finally collapsed under the covers to get some rest, Edelgard sighed contentedly. Byleth fell asleep within minutes. She reflected on the eventful day while listening to her fiance's rhythmic breaths.
A new dawn arose in Fódlan, ushered in by the Emperor and her faithful mercenary. There was still a long road ahead of them. Rebuilding society could not happen overnight. But whatever the future held, Edelgard knew she could face it with her beloved Byleth by her side.
Perhaps the restoration of Fódlan could wait a bit. Some of it, at least. There was a royal wedding to plan, after all.
Edelgard closed her eyes and snuggled into her fiance. Sleep eluded her, so she watched the sky until the edge of dawn.
"Come, my love," she whispered when Byleth finally stirred. "Let's bring forth a new era in Fódlan, together."
