Heyyo, I'm back once again for another round of FE smut! This time, Byleth will not only be going for another love tango with our beloved Archbishop, but he'll also be having a taboo get-together with his one and only twin big sis, Baeleth (of which I like to refer to her as because she is bae)! Now, I know some of you are probably going, "UGH! THAT'S DISGUSTING," but need I remind you that technically Byleth and Rhea have already done the no-pants dance, and their familial ties are…um…a bit messy as well, even if Byleth doesn't really know about it at this point in time.
I understand if this particular topic of you-know-what can be iffy, and I completely agree that it has no place in our actual society. However, since this is a fictional time and place, I give a little leeway in these types of circumstances. It's really the taboo element of it all that is alluring I'm sure to most people, myself included, which is why I'm including it. But, if that still means you want to skip this particular chapter, then I understand. The next chapter I plan on having either CatherinexBylethxShamir, or maybe BylethxHilda. So that will be a safe chapter to venture forth with if that's more to your liking.
If it also helps, the first half is BylethxRhea, while the other half will be BylethxBaeleth.
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Garreg Mach Monastery: Second Floor – Audience Chamber
Once again, it was another beautiful day outside of Garreg Mach. The sun was shining brightly, cool wisps of air were blowing throughout the academy, harmonious and pleasant prayer chants were echoing from within the cathedral, and students and faculty alike were walking around with smiles strewn across all of their faces. Everyone except a certain stoic-faced professor anyways, who was currently walking with a nervous pace towards the audience chamber where Rhea was often found. Upon seeing the chamber in his eyeline just a couple feet away, Byleth stopped and stared as he anxiously flexed his hands open and closed. It had been a long time since the former mercenary had felt genuine fear crawling through his insides.
The reason why Byleth was so nervous was because just the day prior he had engaged in what could only be described as debaucherous and passionate sex with one of his students. After he and Dorothea had concluded their sexual engagement, they parted ways for the remaining afternoon, until later on in the night, he heard a quiet and unique knock on the door, signaling to him that it was the songstress. Upon opening the door, he saw the gorgeous girl who had confessed her feelings to him just hours ago, lifting her skirt up underneath the starry night to reveal her crotchless panties with stocks and garters attached to it.
And once Byleth had seen that, he pulled her into his room and had his way with her for hours into the night.
Byleth gulped upon remembering how hot and lusty his coupling with the songstress had been as he loosened his collar. Upon awakening the next morning, with Dorothea cuddling up against him with her arms wrapped around his own, the realization of what he had just taken part in finally hit him, along with the innumerous feeling of guilt that came with it. Not only had he engaged in sexual acts with one of his students, which was something no professor should ever do, he had also inadvertently cheated on Rhea, and the songstress, at the same time.
"Yeah, I still don't see what the big deal is. So you had sex with one of your hot students, so what? I fail to see what is so wrong with that." Sothis mumbled within his subconscious, making Byleth roll his eyes at another snarky comment coming from the green-haired little girl.
'I cheated on Rhea and Dorothea, how is that not a bad thing? They trusted me, and I betrayed that trust. And as soon as I'm done confessing to Rhea…and assuming she doesn't kill me, then I'm also going to tell Dorothea too about what I've done.' Byleth retorted back, which only made Sothis scoff.
"Oh, suuuuure, go ahead and tell one of your students, who you 'cheated' on that you have been sleeping with the Archbishop of the Church of Seiros for months. Now what could possibly go wrong with that?' Sothis responded with a condescending smirk.
'…' Byleth stoically stared at the ground in front of him.
Sothis couldn't stop herself from letting out a smug laugh, "Yeah, I'm going to take that mind-numbing silence as you realizing, probably for the millionth time, that you're an idiot and I'm right. Oh, and also I'm beautiful, and a genius, and you should always listen to me all the time."
Byleth stood there for a while, awkwardly staring at his feet. While he didn't exactly like or agree with what Sothis was telling him, she did unfortunately have a point. If he did intend to tell Dorothea about his taboo relationship, if you could even call their sex life that, with the archbishop, then that could spell ill will for Rhea. His chin tightened at the thought of unintentionally hurting Rhea or Dorothea by confessing, but his mind was made up and he would do whatever it takes to make sure that nothing befell either of them.
'…You're not wrong, Sothis. In fact, you're probably right and I am being stupid, but like it or not, both Rhea and Dorothea deserve the truth. I won't continue to lie and cheat on them, and even if it means that they never forgive me, then so be it. I care about them too much to allow that.' Byleth told the green-haired girl, who he could only imagine her rolling her eyes at his sentimental dribble.
Surprisingly though, Sothis didn't respond, or at least not as quick as he would've expected her to. Due to her quick wit, it always seemed like she had a sarcastic retort tucked up her sleeve, which he always liked about her, though he would never admit it to her, lest she get an even bigger ego. Instead, what he got was a quiet chuckle from her, "My my, you truly are a sentimental fool. To think that you would give up two beautiful women, who at least from my point of view, give some of the BEST sex I've ever seen just because you feel some guilt. Mind you, I'm still a bit of an amnesiac, but I'm willing to wager that this Rhea and Dorothea are without a doubt some of the best lays you'll ever experience in your brief existence."
Sothis sighed, shrugging her shoulders as she laid back on the stone throne she had become accustomed to sleeping on. "Very well, go on then. Confess all your wayward sins to your lovely women. It was a shame too…I really liked watching you have sex with them. Oh well, I guess I'll have to wait a bit longer for another harem…"
Byleth was a bit taken aback, not only from hearing her disappointment at no longer being able to watch him have sex, but also from that last little bit she mentioned. However, before he could ask her what exactly she meant by that, he felt a metallic shoulder bump into him, which almost knocked him onto his knees by how heavy it felt. A tad irked by that, the blue-haired professor turned his head to the side and scowled, only to see a mischievously grinning Catherine staring back at him.
"Whoops, my bad, Professor. Hah, I didn't mean to bump you that hard, but sometimes this armor of mine has a mind of its own! If I offer to buy you a drink sometime, would that drop that scary scowl of yours?" Catherine laughed, causing Byleth to sigh at how nonchalant she was being after her somewhat rude greeting.
"…I don't really drink, Catherine." Byleth stated bluntly, eliciting quite the shocked look from the caramel-skinned knight.
"Seriously? Because your father and big sister are quite the drinkers. Hell, I'm surprised that they don't bleed alcohol after seeing how much liquor they pound away, hah!" Catherine chuckled, which made Byleth shake his head at how true her statement was, to his dismay. The blonde knight crossed her arms and leaned back on the wall adjacent to her, eyeing up the professor up and down, which made him rather uncomfortable. "So…what brings you up these halls anyhow? I hope you're not here to ask Lady Rhea out on a date or something. Otherwise, I'll have to cut you down where you stand." She said rather seriously, leading Byleth to fight back a blush at the accusation.
Byleth watched Catherine stare him down with an intense glare, before she couldn't hold it anymore and broke into another boisterous laugh. He let out a quiet sigh, seeing as she was once again joking around with him. '…And here I thought Alois was the jokester of the Knights of Seiros.'
"Relax, professor, I'm just busting your balls. I know you'd never do anything so uncouth or improper with Lady Rhea." Catherine said as she closed her eyes and laughed at the thought, which made her miss the anxious frown that spread across Byleth's face. Her chuckles subsiding, the blonde knight gave the professor a lopsided seductive grin, or at least she tried to, as she slowly sauntered over to him. Gently, or as softly as she could with her metallic gauntlets, she rubbed Byleth's chest in small circles, seemingly feeling up the professor.
"But hey…if you ever want to take out anyone, then feel free to shoot me an invite. I mean, let's face it, we're both attractive people. So it makes sense that we'd both want to have some fun with each other, right?" Catherine whispered, pushing the professor up against the wall behind him. Slowly, she leaned closer to his face with a smile, which she couldn't tell whether it was scaring him or turning him on by the stone-faced stare she was receiving back. "Heh, you're a difficult one to flirt with, professor. If anything, it makes me want to try even harder to get a rise out of you."
Another sigh escaped Byleth's mouth, shaking his head. "…If you're done messing around then, Catherine, I do have business to attend to." Catherine stayed leaning on him for a couple more moments before breaking away, leading to Byleth dusting himself off. "Thank you. Now, if you're finished, I should go."
Before he could turn and leave however, Catherine had two more things to say to him, "Hold up, professor. Me and your sister just got back riding with a bunch of other knights to take out some Western Church apostates that were hiding out in some caves. I promised her that I'd let her know if I saw you, so I'll let her know that you're up here. So try not to scurry off anywhere until she sees you. Heh, Baeleth was quite adamant on us telling her on wherever we found you at."
Oddly enough, instead of happiness at hearing of his sister's return, Catherine saw what looked like fear mixed with panic. 'Well that's weird. And here I thought the twins were close to each other. In fact, they've always seemed…closer than any other siblings I've seen in my lifetime. Practically the entire trip, Baeleth had been constantly gushing about her little brother and worrying if he was eating or sleeping enough. Yeesh, she sounded more like a wife than a sister.'
"…Oh…I…see." Byleth said in a slow tone of voice. He gripped his palms a couple of times before rubbing one of them against the back of his neck. "Umm, could you do me a favor and not let her know where I am just yet, Catherine? I…have some rather important business to take care of right now, and I'd rather it gets done without any unwarranted disruptions." He asked the blonde knight, who was giving him a coy look, which only made more dread seep under his skin.
Coyly, Catherine tapped her chin a few times as she looked to the ceiling. "Hmm, I suppose I could do that for you, professor. But what do I get in return for doing you such a favor? I did promise your sister I'd let her know where you were as soon as possible, after all. So, it's only natural that I get something I want too, right?" She remarked to him, giving Byleth a playful smile.
Not liking where this was going, Byleth knew that he had to play along, lest Catherine run off and tell his sister about where he was. And the last thing he wanted was his sister walking in on what was definitely going to be a tense situation with the archbishop. Seeing that he really didn't have any other choice, he swallowed his pride and decided to play along with Catherine's game. "…What do you want?"
"Heh, glad you asked! There's this tavern just outside of the monastery that I've been dying to try with someone, but no one's wanted to go with me! I've asked Shamir, Alois, Seteth, Lady Rhea, your sister, hell, even your drunkard of a father didn't want to go! …Err, no offense." Catherine apologized, which elicited an understanding nod from the professor.
"No, it's been quite apparent since I was a child that my father drinks like a fish, as you happened to mention a couple of minutes ago." Byleth replied, making Catherine feel bashful in response.
"Oh…haha…r-right. A-Anyway, if you want me to keep my gorgeous mouth shut, then come with me tomorrow night to the tavern. I'll book us a nice table or something. Drinks are on you of course too, hah!" Catherine laughed, smacking the professor's back with a bit too much of her strength.
Byleth grunted at the hard smack of Catherine's metal gauntlet hitting his back, but relented with a terse nod of his head. "…Very well, if that's what it takes, then I'll join you tomorrow night at this tavern of yours." He was surprised to see how happy his words made her, seeing her jump for joy quite literally.
"Yes, finally, someone to drink with! Goddess, it's been so long. Trust me, professor, you won't regret this decision." Catherine smiled at him, before she tugged at his collar and brought him closer to her face. "People say I can be quite the…shall we say, rambunctious type of drunk, professor. But if you play your cards right, then who's to say we won't get a little rambunctious in bed too…" She whispered with a wink, letting him go as she turned and started to walk away. "Can't wait for tomorrow night~!" The blonde knight shouted as she started heading for the stairs, giving him another wink before departing.
Byleth, however, only stood there with a wide-eyed stare in shock at what he seemingly agreed to. 'Why do I feel like I'm just making things worse and worse for myself?'
"Because I keep telling you that you're an idiot and you need to shut up and listen to me and only me? But, I have to give you congratulations on landing a hot date with Ms. Thunderbrand herself! You may be stupid, but you're at least an attractive fool to these ladies. Even when you hardly try, it seems like your blank-faced charm has an effect on them…for some reason." Sothis remarked, shaking her head in confusion.
'…Thanks, I guess.' Byleth sighed inwardly as he turned around and began walking into the audience chamber in search of Rhea. Not seeing any sight of her, he began to wonder if she was instead inside of the cathedral. However, before he could turn and leave, the professor heard some familiar humming coming from the advisory room. Recognizing the beautiful voice, Byleth steeled himself and took a deep calming breath and walked towards the back of the chamber. He passed a few priests and priestesses along the way, nodding his head to each one of them as he made his way to the back.
Quietly, Byleth peeked his head through the doorway of the advisory room and saw Rhea ruffling through what looked like religious tomes at her desk. Before he revealed himself to her, he couldn't help but gaze upon her transcendent beauty. Even when the archbishop was doing something as mundane as studying religious text, Rhea still managed to look absolutely stunning while doing so. The way she serenely smiled as her feminine fingers traced the letters, or how her quiet happy hums reverberated throughout the room and gently caressed his ears by how beautiful her voice sounded. Thinking about just how amazing Rhea was only made what he was about to do that much harder.
And with that, Byleth couldn't but help but pray to the Goddess in the hopes that Rhea would forgive him for his transgressions, as well as Dorothea should he be able to tell her. Knocking his hand against the doorway, he saw his green-haired lover move her head up from having her nose stuck in the tomes and watched her lips stretch into a special smile that was just for him. It was a look that he had seen all too much, and one he hoped to continue to see till the end of his days. Clearing his throat, Byleth gave her light nod as he entered the room, which made Rhea stand up from her desk as she rushed to greet him.
Right as the professor entered, he found himself pulled into a passionate embrace, and Rhea's plump lips thrust onto his. Her mouth enveloped his own with lustful fervor, as her tongue forced itself into his mouth and rolled all over his. Feeling Rhea's body pushing up against him caused his cock to swell with desire, but quickly caught himself before he could go any further. Going against his inner desires, Byleth grabbed her shoulders and calmly pushed her away. He saw the confusion in her emerald eyes, which hurt him to see, but reminded himself what he was here to do.
"What is it, Byleth? Was I using too much tongue?" Rhea asked, worried that she was doing something wrong.
Her fears were subsided though as Byleth quickly moved to dispel such thoughts. "…N-No, of course not. You were making me feel great, like you always do. It's just…" He stopped, his eyes looking downwards as he struggled with what he wanted to say next. "T-There are eyes everywhere, and the last thing we want is for someone to walk in on us in a precarious position, so to speak." Byleth said, looking towards the entrance.
Rhea looked at the professor and could see that something was clearly bothering him. She could tell immediately that something was wrong during their kiss and how rigid and tense his posture felt against hers. 'Byleth is always putty in my hands whenever we kiss, but this time it felt like he was fighting against me. Almost like he was upset about something.' Gently, the archbishop cupped her hands in Byleth's, massaging them in her grasp. "Byleth, what's wrong? You seem…distant, like your mind is elsewhere. Has something happened?" She asked with concern, rubbing his hands in hers.
Byleth could see that his awkwardness was concerning Rhea, which forced him to ask, "Is there somewhere we could talk more…privately, Rhea?"
'Ah, so is that his game, hmm? He wants me alone so we don't have to worry about being caught. Oh Professor, how naughty of you.' Rhea slowly nodded her head with a sensual smile to Byleth, pointing to the two booths on the opposite side of the room. "We can use these confessional booths I had brought to the advisory room. I figured it would be a good way for either students or faculty to use it, if they require a confession with myself. Not to mention it could help bring myself closer to the future generation of Fódlan as well."
Byleth nodded his head in response. "I see, and has anyone taken you up on your gracious offer?" He saw Rhea's facial expression become somber from his question, which told him all that he needed to know. 'I'm guessing that most people are too intimidated by Rhea to actually come to her seeking advice, seeing as how she's high up in the Church of Seiros. Students are probably also used to just asking the usual priests or priestesses anyways.' Byleth placed a gentle hand on the archbishop's shoulder, rubbing it softly. Luckily, his way of comforting her seemed to have worked, seeing her face light back up with that gorgeous smile he loved to see.
"Thank you, Professor. Now then, let us see just what naughty sins you would like to confess to the archbishop. Take the booth to the right while I close the doors so nobody will interrupt our…confession." Rhea said with a smile, sliding the doors closed as she saw Byleth enter the wooden confessional booth. Once that was done, the archbishop reached up and took off her crown, so as not to accidentally find herself stuck in the tight booth, and left it on the table.
Soon after, she entered the other booth, straightening her white tunic as she sat down inside of it. Steadying her excited heartbeat, Rhea turned towards the connective barrier between the two booths and calmly slid open the rectangular hole in the middle. Though there were tiny perforated holes that layered the barrier, it was still difficult to fully see the professor on the other side. 'I didn't think the professor would be into roleplay like this. I should've known that underneath that stoic side of his, there is a carnal beast just ripe with lustful desires.'
"…Forgive me, archbishop, for I have sinned." Byleth said, gripping his hands tightly on his knees.
'Oh, I guess he's really getting into this. Okay then, Professor, I can play along too.' Rhea thought to herself, as she began composing herself and straightened her back. With a tranquil stare, the archbishop smiled with the look of a saint, as she asked, "Pray, what troubles you, my child? Tell me what you have sinned, and I will make sure that the goddess forgives all your transgressions. No matter how depraved or naughty they are." She couldn't stop herself from licking her lips at the end of that sentence.
Byleth was rather confused to hear that coming from Rhea, but shook his head as he continued, "I…I don't know if the goddess could ever hope to forgive what I have done. I…" He stopped himself as his fingers pressed themselves deep into his pants. 'I can't stop here. I have to confess. No matter how much it hurts.'
Rhea couldn't hold back a quiet giggle at seeing how seriously the professor was taking this roleplay. Why, if she didn't know any better, she would think that Byleth actually felt genuine guilt for sinning. Placing her hand through the hole, she opened it and presented her palm to him. "Fear not, my child, for the goddess forgives, as long as you feel true remorse for your actions and seek to atone for your sins. Place whatever ails you in the palm of my hand and I will wring out your sins from it with all my righteous might."
Frowning in confusion at what Rhea was saying, Byleth looked side-to-side awkwardly as he stared at Rhea's open hand. "I…do not understand what you mean by this, Rhea. What do you want to wring out of me?" He asked with a perplexed look on his face.
The archbishop tittered at Byleth's faux confusion and motioned towards his crotch not-so-subtly as she replied, "Do not be afraid, for what we do in here is between only us and the goddess. Please, allow me to save you from your pent-up bestial lust so that the goddess above can bless you with forgiveness." She opened and closed her hand in an attempt to hurry the professor up, but still saw a puzzled look in his eye. Breathing out an annoyed sigh, Rhea moved closer towards the hole and asked, "Byleth, my sweet, I believe this is the part where you put your throbbing 'sinful' penis in my hand. Oh, unless you wanted to keep up with the confession roleplay for a bit longer?"
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"…I…I didn't know this was roleplay." Byleth responded stoically.
This time it was Rhea's turn to be confused. "Well, of course it is, my sweet. I thought that's what you were hinting at when you wanted some 'private confession time' with me, so we could get away from the prying eyes of others. Isn't that why we're doing this?" She asked towards the professor, only to see him avoid her eye contact. "…Byleth, did you actually want to confess something to me?"
"…Yes, Rhea. I…I do." Byleth somberly nodded, as the guilt inside of him started to bubble up and rise again. His heartbeat thumped furiously against his chest like a blacksmith's hammer pounding against a newly molded chest plate. He was afraid to say what he had done with Dorothea, even if it felt so right in the moment. It pained him to think it, but what made him the guiltiest was that, if he used a Divine Pulse to go back in time, then he'd do it all over again with the songstress. Rejecting Dorothea at that crucial moment where she put her heart on the line and laid her feelings bare for him to see, Byleth could never have refused her advancements. He cared for his students far too much to ever bring any harm upon them. But he had stalled long enough, and now was the time for the truth.
"Rhea…I…" Byleth began, heaving a heavy sigh as he raised his head to look at her through the perforated barrier, and finished by saying, "…I slept with a student."
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Painful silence ensued as soon as Byleth uttered those words, making his guilt hurt even more. While it was difficult to see the archbishop clearly, he knew she had to have been outright appalled by his actions, and hurt by what he had done. After all, he had cheated on her with one of her very students from her academy. It was obvious to him that Rhea would curse him, yell at him, and, if he was lucky, walk away with all his bones intact. The professor would also clearly be fired from his position, seeing as how he couldn't be trusted to be in Garreg Mach monastery's safe learning environment. He also imagined how disappointed his father and sister would be in him after they worked so hard to build another life here. And of course, there was the fact that he'd never be able to see his beloved students again, including Dorothea.
All of them had come to mean so much to him, even if he had only known them for a few months. Even when he was younger, Byleth had always struggled to find people that accepted him for what he was. He wasn't a fool, and he knew that his emotionless demeanor was abnormal compared to other human behavior. If had a gold coin for every time someone mentioned how much of a freak he was, then he'd be the richest man in Fódlan. Yet here, in this prestigious monastery of all places, Byleth had found people that actually wanted to be around him, and not because they were related to him, like his father and sister, or paid to do so, like his father's mercenary crew. His students seemed to actually be happy of all things that he was their teacher…
…and it truly terrified him that he'd probably never be able to see them again after this.
"Rhea, I'm so sorry, please you have to believe me. I never…I never would want to hurt you, I swear." Byleth began to apologize to the archbishop, getting on his knees as he begged for forgiveness. "I promise, I'll do whatever you ask of me. I'll go on a hundred…no, one thousand missions if it means I can show you how sorry I truly am. I…I just…" He stopped, seeing that she had yet to actually say anything since his confession. "…Please, just say something, Rhea." The professor knew in his heart however that she'd ever be able to forgive him. He had betrayed her trust, and trust was something that once broken, could never truly be won back.
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"…Oh, is that it, Byleth? Aha, you really had me worried there for a second. I thought you might have lost the Sword of the Creator or something far more worse. Please don't scare me like that again, professor." Rhea let out a breathy laugh, tapping her ample chest with her hand.
"…Well, I bet you didn't see that reaction coming, huh?" Sothis stated with a smug laugh.
Byleth, ignoring the haughty remarks coming from the tiny green-haired girl that lived inside his head, blinked his eyes several times in shock at what he had just heard and wondered if he had truly gone mad from anxiety. Had Rhea not heard him when he confessed? Was there a misunderstanding? There had to have been, since there was no way she would react like this after hearing such a bombshell confession. "…Rhea, I…d-did you not hear me?" He asked her, astonished by her lack of an angry reaction.
Rhea, however, just proceeded to nod her head understandingly as she responded, "Of course I heard you, Byleth. You just confessed to sleeping with one of your students. Oh, I suppose I should ask which one, and if it was one of the males or females, right? I figured it was only a matter of time before one of them finally confessed their feelings to you, but I never imagined it would happen so fast. I mean, you've only been here a handful of months, and you're the most popular professor we've ever had. Fufufu, it's no wonder so many women are falling for you. I most certainly did~." She licked her lips as she gave the professor a seductive wink in tandem.
To say Byleth was in complete and utter shock would be an understatement, as he sat there wide-eyed at what he was hearing the archbishop say to him with complete genuineness. "R-Rhea, this isn't roleplay. I'm being serious here! I slept with a student and you…you should be furious with me!" He said with an increased level of exasperation. "So why…why are you just smiling at me like it's no big deal?" The professor wondered aloud, his astonishment rising with every second that passed.
Rhea tittered at how surprised Byleth seemed by her reaction, or rather a lack of one. While she was definitely and genuinely shocked by the unexpected confession upon first hearing it, after contemplating inside her head, she realized that this was by no means anything horrible. If anything, this was something to be celebrated, even if the professor would never truly know why. 'Unless I ask him, of course. If he did what he did for the reasons I'm thinking of, then that means Sitri's sacrifice was not in vain…and my mother is indeed alive again.' Unable to hold back the joyful smile upon that realization, Rhea leaned forward until her forehead leaned up against the barrier between them. She could tell that her blissful demeanor was off-putting to Byleth, but she couldn't hold back the absolute delight she was currently feeling at this very moment.
"Byleth, I forgive you, if that's what you are worried about, but I promise you that I'm not mad. I know you would never do anything to hurt me in any way because that's not the kind of person you are. Beneath that stoic demeanor of yours lies a kind and noble heart, and I know I am not the only one who has come to realize that. All I want to know is who you slept with and why you did it?" Rhea asked, which she could see caused a jolt of fear to shoot his body. "Don't worry, no negative repercussions will befall whoever you slept with, you have my word on that, Byleth." Luckily, that seemed to calm the tension in Byleth's eyes and his posture loosened up again.
Byleth tapped his knees a couple of times nervously before giving up her name, "…I slept with Dorothea. She…confessed to me yesterday about having romantic feelings for me, which caught me off-guard. I had no idea she felt that way about me. I…didn't know someone as kind and gentle as her would fall for someone like me."
"Someone like you? Come now, professor, enough with the modesty. You're a wonderful person to be around, which is exactly why the young songstress in question fell for you in the first place, and not just her of course." Rhea teased him, giving him another playful wink, which she could tell made him feel uncomfortable from the praise. 'So, Dorothea, hmm? If I'm remembering correctly, she was a commoner before entering into this academy, which is no easy feat to accomplish from someone of her previous stature. Manuela has spoken quite highly of her as well and has praised how beautiful her singing voice is. If someone as lovely as her confessed to Byleth, then I can definitely see why he found it difficult to refuse her advances. He chose well in sleeping with her, assuming he wasn't coaxed by another voice.'
"And was there anything else that might have charmed or willed you into sleeping with Dorothea? Besides your carnal lust, of course, like perhaps a tender, almost motherly voice inside your head for instance?" Rhea questioned, staring deep into Byleth's eyes as she asked, which caught the professor off-guard by how intense the stare was.
'If you can even consider high-pitch shrieks to be "motherly," then I suppose so…' Byleth thought to himself with a deadpan face.
"YOU DO KNOW I CAN HEAR YOU, RIGHT?!" Sothis shrieked aloud, which almost caused him to cover his ears by how loud she was screeching inside of his head.
'…I rest my case.' Byleth replied to the green-haired girl inwardly, while keeping a straight face with the archbishop who was still waiting for a reply. "…No. If there was any voice, it was only my conscious telling me that it was wrong what I was doing, but I still did anyway. So once again, I am sorry with all my heart, Rhea, for what I did to you, and to Dorothea as well." He apologized, bowing his head as low as he could from within the confession booth to the archbishop. The professor could still feel her staring at him as he bowed his head, which made him even more nervous, but thankfully she broke into another chuckle fit just moments later. Byleth breathed a sigh of relief at hearing her lovely laughs and brought his head back up and saw her looking back at him with her usual kind stare.
"Well, the goddess and I forgive you for your sins, Byleth." Rhea said, blessing him with her hands and mumbled a few prayers underneath her breath at the same time.
"As glad as I am to hear that, with all due respect, I was really looking for your forgiveness above all else, Rhea. Even though I don't really understand why you aren't angry and furious with me. I'm just happy to see you smiling." Byleth responded, almost breaking into a smile himself by how happy and relieved he felt inside.
Rhea smiled and giggled at the professor's words as she replied, "I act with the Goddess' will and I know in my heart that what you did was done with care and love, and neither of us could ever fault you for that. You may not know this, but I've kept a watchful eye on how you treat your students, and I can see you care for them like they were your own family. As long as you continue to care for them in such a manner, then my smile will never cease to exist in this world."
Byleth, while happy to hear that, still felt guilt residing in the pit of his stomach. "I really don't deserve you, Rhea. You're such a kind and gentle person and I…I'm anything but." The former mercenary lowered his head and thought about everyone he had ever fought or killed in his old line of work. He looked at his hands and closed them shut and could still feel the blood that had stained his skin countless times, as if it was still dripping from his palms. They trembled and shook in the air until he felt two warm hands grab onto his. Byleth looked up and saw Rhea's hands grasping his in a gentle embrace and felt her fingers interlock with his.
"You make me happy more than you could ever know, Byleth. I want you to know that. I…I felt alone for the longest of times and never thought I could care for someone again, but then I met you, and you reignited a flame that I thought had long since gone out. I lost someone important to me a long time ago and I thought I would never recover, but you make me feel…special, like she did, and I want to make you feel that way too. You're…you're important to me, Byleth. I don't know what I would do without you, so please, don't insult yourself like that anymore. You're not a monster, Byleth. You're a good man, one that cares for the ones he loves, which is why I…" Rhea stopped, caressing his hands with hers as she smiled. "…I hope that you can one day realize how wonderful you make me feel, and everyone around you. I pray to the Goddess above with all my heart for that to happen."
Byleth didn't know what to say as he sat there and listened to her speak. Not once in his life had he ever been called 'good' in any sense of the word. He was the 'Ashen Demon' and nothing more when he was a mercenary. The only people back then who ever made him feel loved was his father and sister, but they were his actual family, so they had to love him. He knew what he was: a freak, an emotionless weapon, a demon…a monster. But he had long since accepted that description of himself, just so long as he could use that power to protect the ones he cared for. Byleth remembered what he had said to Dorothea during their first mission, about how he would always protect her and her classmates for as long as they needed him, and he meant that with all his freakish non-beating heart. They weren't just students or kids to teach to him…they were something more, far more.
Garreg Mach Monastery was his home, and they were all his family…and he loved them.
All he could say to Rhea in that moment however was, "…Thank you, Rhea. You mean the world to me too. I feel…happy when I'm with you and I'm here at this academy. To be honest, I didn't think I'd ever be happy. My father used to say I always looked angry when we were out on jobs, and he was right. Deep down I was mad. I hated being a mercenary, but it was all I was good at, and I always thought I would be an emotionless killing machine and nothing more. Then you gave me a chance to be something else: a teacher. Someone to guide the future generation to greater heights, to mold them into becoming better. Heh, little did I know that they'd be doing the same to me and making me into something else too."
Byleth stopped, gripping Rhea's hands in his as he stared into her emerald eyes, "You and them…you all make me want to be a better person. I hated myself for the longest time, and a part of me still does, but I don't want to anymore. So…thank you for giving me the opportunity to prove myself by making me a professor. I'll always be in your debt for allowing me to teach my students." He said, his lips stretching into something he never thought he could do: a genuine smile. It felt strange to feel himself smiling and wondered if it would ever feel 'normal' to him, but it didn't matter. Because in that moment, he felt like an actual human being as he stared into the eyes of the woman who gave him that chance to feel such feelings.
Tears pooled at the edges of the archbishop's eyes from Byleth's words, making her break into a happy smile. Never did she expect to see the professor actually break into a smile from her own confession, but she was glad to see it all the same. "I'm…I'm so glad, Byleth," was all she could say as they continued staring into their eyes passionately, gripping their interlocked fingers with love. They stayed like that for what felt like eternity, simply staring into each other's eyes, until a familiar feeling began brewing inside both of them. "Byleth…" Rhea breathed huskily, her eyes hazing over with lust. "…Pull down your pants and let me wring out your sins, darling~."
Within seconds, Byleth eagerly complied as he stood up and dropped his pants, forcing his semi-erect cock to flop out. He saw her motion him towards the rectangular hole in the middle of the barrier and moved himself towards it. As soon as he did, the professor groaned at feeling the archbishop use her two hands to stroke his shaft and cup his balls tenderly. Letting out a contented sigh, Byleth stood there and relished in the feeling of Rhea jerk him off with her hands inside of the confession booth. A part of him felt bad about using such a religious object as a place for their sordid affair, but the feeling of it being so wrong made it feel even better for some reason.
"R-Rhea…oh goddess, I've missed you." Byleth gasped out, grunting as he felt her quicken her movements from his loving words.
Tittering, Rhea smiled as she felt Byleth's thick veins throb with desire as her fingers traced over them, while using her other hand to fondle his ballsack. Her fingers rolled his scrotum between her hand, making him moan sublimely from her gentle touch. "My my, your balls feel so plump and heavy in my hand, Byleth. I bet they're just filled to the brim with your thick semen that I love so much. They must be so excited to feel my touch again that they're anxious to spurt out." She teased, squeezing his balls lightly in her palm, which made Byleth groan as her handjob sped up even faster than before.
Byleth pushed his hands against the ceiling of the booth to steady himself, as he thrusted his hips forward in tandem with Rhea's hand movements. "Ahhhh, Rhea! Your handjob feels…h-heavenly! I can't get enough of it!" He groaned out, pounding his hips into the hole that separated the two with fervorous lust. Byleth heard Rhea giggle at how eager he was to ejaculate in her hand and assumed that she was going to finish him off quickly, which made him all the more confused and frustrated when he felt her hand jerks stop. "R-Rhea? Why did you stop? I was so c-LOSE!" The professor shouted loudly, suddenly feeling the archbishop's mouth envelop his throbbing shaft.
Rhea bobbed her head along the head of Byleth's cock for a couple of seconds before popping it out of her mouth with a smile. "I'm sorry, professor, but you just looked so cute moaning there and it made me want to make you squeal even more~! Besides, if you're going to blow your sinful load anywhere, then I would prefer it be in my mouth than in my hand. Not that I would've minded licking your naughty seed from my palm~." She finished with a wink before sticking her tongue out and licking all along the sides of his penis. The archbishop tittered again at seeing Byleth throw his head back and moan from how good her tongue must've felt, staring intently at how adorable he looked on the other side of the barrier.
'Oh, Byleth~! Look at how sinful you've made me become because of your magnificent cock~! I can imagine that Dorothea felt the same after feeling it inside of her for so long. Fufu, she's probably thinking about it right now as she's in class, squeezing her thighs together in an attempt to keep her juices from spilling out onto the floor. Her mind in a haze at her desire to be pounded by you and filled to the brim with your delectable seed inside her womb. If all went well like you told me, then she probably bears the mark as we speak…and if that's the case, then her and I definitely have to speak. Lest our little songstress freak out and alert any unwanted annoyances from sticking their noses where it doesn't belong. I suppose I'll have to call her to my room to avoid any disturbances, particularly from Seteth or Cyril. But for now, Dorothea will have to wait and stew for a bit, and if I have to share the professor, then she will to.' Rhea thought to herself, still flicking her tongue all over Byleth's veiny cock.
The archbishop then used her hand to pull his cock closer to her, pushing it up as she started sucking on one of his balls, which made the professor squirm and groan from the warmness of her mouth enveloping his ballsack. She suckled his scrotum with gleeful delight as loud and vulgar slurps echoed from within the conjoined booths. Her tongue flicked and traced over the professor's ballsack, leaving trace amounts of her saliva covering it. Rhea enjoyed playing with the professor's balls for a bit longer before finally moving back to sucking his cock. Hearing Byleth moans escalate, she gave him a stern look that told him to quiet down, otherwise someone would enter from the strange noises they were making.
Byleth gave her an apologetic look, which thankfully Rhea accepted and she closed her eyes and continued enjoying slurping on his erection. All he could do was stand there and revel in how grateful nothing had changed between himself and the archbishop, even after he had slept with Dorothea. Of course there was still the problem of having to tell the songstress about himself and Rhea, however it seemed to him at least that Rhea already had plans to speak to her about their particular situation. At least, that's the impression he got seeing as how nonchalant and weirdly understanding Rhea was being about the whole thing. Plus, it seemed like the best course of action in letting the archbishop be the one to tell a student of her academy about their amorous affair. Not wanting to dwell on that thought any longer, Byleth simply closed his eyes and gently pumped his hips forward, pushing his cock deeper into Rhea's hungry mouth.
Rhea's slit began dripping with desire as it pulsated and twitched at the thought of being penetrated by Byleth's throbbing sword once again. However, while she was incredibly eager to be filled by his penis, the archbishop was just as raring to taste his cum drenching her tongue and mouth with his scent. And so, with an impulsive craving for semen, Rhea bobbed her head faster along the professor's dick, making him groan from the incredible feeling of having his penis sucked at such a fast pace. She groaned a bit at feeling her large and pillowy breasts smash up against the underside of the barrier, causing her erect nipples to smoosh between the fabric of her long white dress and the barrier, but kept going due to her lustful haze clouding her mind. Since she knew that Byleth could take it, the green-haired Nabatean moved her head at inhuman level speed as she continued her intense blowjob. Never did she imagine that she would be using her confession booths for such vulgarly sinful displays of affection, but she'd be lying if she said that she didn't want to do this again with the professor in the near future.
Together, the two made a combination of lewd slurping noises, as well as sinful moans reverberating from inside of the confessional booth. Both were relishing in the feeling of their sexual and sordid affair, even if it was in a place that of religious importance. Neither cared about the potential ramifications and simply wanted to feel their bodies conjoining together in a pleasurable way. The booth rattled and rocked from their passionate movements as Byleth and Rhea continued with their search for sexual gratification. Inside, a loud and adoring squeal emanated from inside as the archbishop's pussy squirted from her orgasm, her fingers knuckle-deep from touching her slit and rubbing her clitoris. Droplets of her juices leaked out of her pussy, dripping onto the ground below and soiling the confession booth with her vulgar liquids.
And that was only the beginning.
Not soon after that, Rhea felt her cheeks suddenly expand as she heard Byleth shout her name, and flooded her mouth with his cum. His warm and thick semen spurted inside, drenching her tongue and the inside of her mouth. Feeling the heavy throbbing of his cock between her lips, the archbishop's eyes rolled upwards with an impassioned and fanatical look on her face. Once again, Rhea reveled in the feeling of her mouth being used by Byleth and tasting his seed dance across her tongue. She gulped down his thick loads of cum with fiery enthusiasm burning in her eyes, reveling in the feeling of his abundant ropes of sperm shoot down her throat.
Byleth, meanwhile, was pushing his hips against the barrier harder and harder in an attempt to help Rhea drain his balls, causing them to slap her face with every thrust of his. Hearing her loud slurps of his semen spurred him into a lustful frenzy, enjoying the vulgar sounds of Rhea guzzling his cum. It didn't take long before his copious amounts of sperm overwhelmed the archbishop, causing heavy amounts of his seed to come seeping out of the sides of her mouth and drip to the floor below. As ravenous and hungry as Rhea was, not even she could swallow the explosive amount of cum that came spurting forth, though she did try her best. Yearning to touch his amorous partner, Byleth reached through the hole and touched the top of her head, petting her emerald hair softly. He heard low purrs coming from the archbishop as he continued caressing her hair, which told him that she was enjoying it, to his relief. Moaning quietly, he felt Rhea continuing to suckle his cum-covered cock, even after he had finished cumming.
"Auuuuaaaah, Rhea…you're still sucking." Byleth moaned out, enjoying the feeling of the archbishop sucking his cock with tender grace. He heard her purr and moan softly to herself as she kept suckling his penis, making it swell from how much it was turning him on. Hearing her giggle from the gentle throbs in her mouth, Rhea peeked one eye open as she looked upwards at the professor with a teasing stare, making him gulp nervously from the ravenous look on her face. "…Let me guess, you're still not done, are you?" He asked her, getting a negative shake of her head, still with his cock in her mouth. That sight forced a slight smile on his face as he continued petting Rhea, saying, "…Good, I'm not done with you either yet."
Smiling, Rhea popped his cock out of her mouth. "Mmm~! I love it when you take control. Well then, my love, what's next on desecrating this confession booth with our conjoined seed?" She asked with a husky tone of voice as she sensually licked up the remaining semen from her lips. Without even saying a word, the archbishop moaned at suddenly feeling Byleth reach through the rectangular hole and grab ahold of one of her breasts and squeeze it. It was obvious to her what he wanted, and so she grinned at him and pushed her bosom as much as she could onto the hole and felt the professor begin to grope away at her tits. Quickly, she pulled down her white dress and dropped it to the floor, leaving her naked curvaceous body for Byleth to enjoy as much as he wanted. Rhea cooed as she felt his mouth envelop one of her nipples, feeling his tongue roll around her erect areola. Mewling, she covered her mouth in an attempt to silence her loud moans as she allowed Byleth to enjoy her divine bosom.
The archbishop squealed as she felt his teeth tug on her nipple lightly with just the right amount of pressure, while feeling his hands knead and fondle her breasts with vigorous delight. She watched as his fingers wedged themselves deep into her supple cleavage, cooing as his tongue switched off between her two erect nipples. Her emerald eyes glazed over and glistened with lust as she continued watching Byleth enjoy her breasts, while he suckled and fondled and squeezed them to his hearts content. It brought joy to her to see him in such a sublime state, enjoying her body like she enjoyed his. Never in her life did she imagine that she'd find herself in a situation such as this, degrading a religious structure with a sinful affair brought about by her wanton desire to be fucked, like a common harlot dancer.
'I never thought I would allow myself to be so…vulnerable with anyone. No matter how alone I felt, I was always afraid to open my heart and feel the pain of loss again. The sharp, piercing agony of losing someone you loved to tragic circumstances beyond one's control. I had resigned myself to such a lonely fate, even though it hurt to feel so isolated from everyone. And then, out of the blue, I saw Byleth waltzing into my courtyard with Jeralt, a man who I had long thought was out of my reach, and found myself drawn to him. Even from high up top from my balcony, I could see he was still as emotionless as the day he was born. Sitri said he was a special boy, destined for greatness, but I could tell that it was simply a mother's love that had forced her to give up her life for his. After a miracle from the sudden twist of a twin birth, Sitri held no regrets about saving the life of her lifeless son and did what any loving mother would do for their child. It's strange now to think that Sitri's son would later be my lover, which makes me wonder how she would react if she knew that her son was sucking my breasts inside of a confession booth. If so, forgive me, Sitri, but your son…I…can't live without him.' Rhea thought to herself, watching as Byleth popped his mouth off of her nipple and got up to position his cock near her cleavage.
"I was wondering when you were going to get to this." Rhea teased him, making his stoic face blush from her words. Placing her hands on her breasts, she opened up the heavenly valley of her bosom and waited for him to shove his cock forward. "Come now, don't be shy, Byleth. I know how much you love to fuck my tits that I often wonder how close you are to pushing me down onto my knees and forcing your penis into my bosom when we're out in the open~!" She said, laughing at how appalled Byleth seemed at the notion of forcing himself onto her in front of a potential audience.
"…I would never do such a thing, Rhea." Byleth frowned, shaking his head.
Rhea sighed despondently at his response with a somber nod. "Yes, I know you would never, sadly. Otherwise, all those nosy busybodies would never let us have any fun with each other anymore. Sometimes I wish I could just throw all the judgmental priests into a dungeon, if even for a day, just so we could have sex wherever we want in the monastery." She smiled towards her lover, as she asked, "Wouldn't that be fun, Byleth?"
Again, Byleth frowned at such a potentially cruel act and abuse of the archbishop's power, even if it was hypothetical. "…As fun as that sounds, perhaps it would be best to avoid making such rash decisions concerning your religious staff." He saw that his disapproving answer wasn't exactly what she wanted to hear, seeing her sulk slightly. Quickly, Byleth tried to lighten the mood before Rhea could sulk further, "Besides, it's kind of fun to have to avoid all the priests and priestesses, like we're doing right now, Rhea. It makes everything feel…better, don't you think?"
Luckily, it seemed that his gambit worked as he saw the archbishop's demeanor perk up. "Yes, you're right, Byleth. The fact that we have to hide our affair makes it all the spicier. A forbidden love…it's like something out of a fairy tale." Rhea giggled at the thought, making Byleth smile at seeing her happy again. "Forgive me, my love. Let us continue." She said, pointing to her cleavage. Without a moment's hesitation, Byleth thrusted his hips forward and slid his cock into her breasts, groaning as she sandwiched his erection between her pillowy bosom. Rhea cooed lightly at feeling the warmth of his penis throbbing inside of her tits, licking her lips as she pushed her hands together to make the pressure tighter.
"Hrgh! R-Rheaaaaaaa! Your breasts feel so soft!" Byleth groaned out, reveling in how supple her breasts felt pushing up against the sides of his shaft. He gritted his teeth at the newly impending pressure due to Rhea using her hands to press down harder, not that he minded in the slightest. In fact, it made him feel all the better as he began thrusting his hips forward, pounding them into her bosom harshly and causing them to jiggle from the intense motions. Without a care in the world, Byleth fucked the archbishop's heavenly rack, watching them bounce and shake with every push of his hips. The softness and suppleness of Rhea's boobjob enveloping his cock made him feel safe and protected, making him moan at how wonderful he was feeling. Being the only one in the entire world worthy enough to fuck the archbishop's tits was something he knew he could never take for granted, and he never would.
Giggling by how all the happy noises Byleth was making on the other side of the barrier, Rhea simply let out a contented sigh as she watched his cock slide up and down her sandwiched breasts. Even though that this particular didn't exactly give her much sexual gratification compared to other positions, just being able to see the one she cherished most in the world enjoy her body was enough for her. 'At least until I get ahold of that cock in my pussy again. Then I'll make sure he pays me back with liquid interest.' She tittered to herself, continuing to stare at the thick and meaty shaft plunge itself deeper into her cleavage. Rhea moaned a bit, suddenly feeling Byleth's fingers pinch her nipples as he continued having sex with her breasts, as if he had read her mind at feeling a bit left out. "Never a selfish lover, are you Byleth? Good." She mewled as she felt his fingers flick and pinch her nipples, while he fucked her tits with rigorous passion.
The confession booth rocked even more than before as Byleth's pounds accelerated in an attempt to quicken his impending orgasm. His moans escalated as he felt his penis pulsate from within Rhea's bosom, telling him that he was close to cumming. "Rhea, I'm getting close!" He alerted her, getting a thankful nod of her head as she started moving her breasts faster along his shaft. She even started using her tongue to lick the head of his dick to help hasten his ejaculation, which was doing the job as he felt his balls begin to tighten. "HRGH! RHEAAAAAA!" Byleth shouted as he orgasmed, his cum spurting out and drenching the archbishop's face in his seed.
Unable to stop himself, Byleth continued pushing his hips forward, slamming them into the barrier as his cock continued plunging itself deeper into her divine boobjob. His semen shot forth, covering Rhea's beautiful face with ropes of his cum as she smiled and closed her eyes, clasping her hands together in a prayer pose. Even as she continued to be coated with his seed, the archbishop kept her gracefulness and still managed to maintain a regal aura that surrounded her shapely body. The professor heard her murmuring something under her breath as he kept unloading shot after shot of his semen onto her, covering her face and breasts with it. After a few more tired thrusts, Byleth shot his last rope of cum onto one of her nipples and watched it dangle from the hardened nub, hanging from it and drooping as it moved side to side.
Seeing the majestic and holy archbishop of the Church of Seiros be drenched in his seed was a sight that nothing could compare to. Even now, Byleth was in awe of her regality and magnificence as she sat on her knees, still praying to the goddess above as she subtly slurped up semen that stuck to the side of her lips. While the sex was passionate and awe-inducing, it was small moments like this that he had come to cherish by being alone with Rhea. Together, they could both be themselves without the fear of being rejected, even if they didn't always agree with one another. The fact that she was so devout that, even while relishing in post-orgasmic bliss, Rhea still wanted to thank and pray to the goddess, not that he minded. It was something he had caught her doing many times over their sexual adventures: whether he was pounding her ass from behind on her bed, or when she rode atop him while they were in the Goddess Tower, and several times while they fucked in the stables while everyone was asleep under the cover of darkness. Religion was very important to Rhea, and as such, it was important to him.
Rhea's murmurs began to subside as her eyes twinkled open, though with some difficulty as they were covered in drops of semen. "My my, professor, even after cumming inside my heavenly blowjob technique, you still managed to spurt out so much semen onto me. You truly are a special kind of man, aren't you?" She giggled, seeing him look away in embarrassment. Using her fingers, she grabbed some of the ropes of cum that covered her and starting putting them into her mouth, swallowing them with vigorous glee. Cooing with every gulp of semen, Rhea could feel her pussy twitch and ache with desire from the yearning of wanting to be filled to the brim.
Byleth could only watch with awe as he watched the archbishop ingest his cum rope by rope by licking and sucking on her semen-covered fingers. The vulgar sight made his cock throb and swell, groaning from how much he wanted to be inside of her in that very moment. Finally, after a couple of minutes of devouring his cum, Rhea stopped and looked up at the professor with a teasing gaze. Wordlessly, he stuck his cock through the hole and waited for her to understand. It didn't take a genius to see what the professor wanted, as she had been waiting for this very moment they first entered this confession booth. And so, Rhea planted her hands on the wall adjacent to her and pushed her hips backwards, sliding her sweaty ass cheeks against the professor's cock.
Feeling the supple and voluptuous ass of the archbishop rub up against him made him growl with lust, as Rhea continued to tease his dick with her ass. Not wanting to play around anymore, Byleth thrust a hand through the hole and grabbed a handful of her ass cheek, causing her to squeal from the sudden grope. He heard her coo as he continued to fondle and knead her doughy ass, squeezing it between his fingertips and sinking his fingers deep into her cheeky flesh. Rhea turned her head to stare at him lustfully, wiggling her butt from side-to-side eager for more. Seeing that she was still moving to playfully torment him, Byleth smacked her ass, making her ass jiggle from the slap and forcing a loud mewl from the archbishop's mouth.
"Mmmmm~! Finally, I love it when you get rough, Byleth! Come now, enter into my holy cavern and let me squeeze out all your sinful thoughts." Rhea whispered, shaking her divine booty in an attempt to sway him. She mewled as she felt another slap hit her ass, which caused her to beg for more. Half a dozen more slaps hit her other ass cheek, driving Rhea crazy with lust. It didn't take long before it became too much and she slammed her ass into the rectangular hole, forcing Byleth's cock inside of her slit. "AaAaaaaAAAUUUUH! Oh, by the goddess, thank you for this sinful delicacy~!" She screamed as she pounded her ass against the barrier, which made the professor's dick plunge deeper into her pussy.
"HRGH! Rhea, you're gripping me too tight! You won't let go of me!" Byleth grunted, groaning from the heavy pressure of her insides coiling around him like a vice.
Ignoring his pleas, Rhea continued banging her ass into the barrier, causing the booth to creak and shake from her vigorous smashing. "Hear my-AH~ call, goddess, p-please save this AAaaAAAAH~ horny and sinful soul from his descent into deb-AAAAaaaah~chery! MMMMMMMMM~!" She prayed, albeit unsuccessfully as she tripped over every line from her moaning too loud. The archbishop bit her lip in an attempt to stop her squeals, but Byleth was hitting her in just the right spot that it made it nearly impossible to quiet down. Her inner walls compressed themselves tighter around the thrusting cock of the professor, making him groan from the pressure.
'I don't want to let go…I want him to stay inside of me forever~! Oh, Mother forgive me, I know this is wrong of me to be doing this. I know that he's Sitri's son…and your heir, Mother, but I can't stop myself. I need him. He makes me happy. I…I…I WANT HIM TO FUCK ME FOREVEEEEEEEEE~EEEEEEEEER!' Rhea internally wailed, her tongue lolling out of her mouth as drool dropped down to the floor. Her emerald eyes nearly rolled backwards into her skull from the powerful consecutive orgasms she was being rocked with by every thrust of Byleth's hips. She had lost count after a dozen times and desperately kept banging her ass against the barrier in the search for more pleasure. Sweat was dripping from her whole body as her juices dripped onto the floor below, sullying it with her crazed lust.
Gritting her teeth, Rhea's tried her best to tighten her pussy even more in an attempt to wring out every last drop of her lover's cum. Like she had noted many times before, regardless of her Nabatean physiology and superior strength compared to regular humans, she knew that Byleth was capable of standing firm against her. She felt her body burn up inside, welling with desire and passionate lust, as her another orgasm was impending. "Byleth, my love, I'm so close! Cum with me~! Let's do it together! Please~!" Rhea begged the professor, making his thrusts quicken and become even more forceful than before. Feeling that, she mewled happily and smiled at seeing how desperate he was to cum with her just like she was.
"AAAAAAGH! RHEA, I'M CUMMING!" Byleth grunted loudly, throwing his back and pushing his hips one final time into Rhea's pussy as he came inside of it. Gushes upon gushes of cum shot deep into the archbishop's slit, coating her inner walls with his semen, as if marking hers as his. Ropes and ropes of sperm shot forward, bursting deep into Rhea's womb, flooding it with his seed and filling it to the brim. Oozes of cum seeped out of her pussy, cascading down onto the ground and de-sanctifying the holiness of not only the confession booth, but the archbishop herself with the seed of a man. Together, their love liquids dripped from between Rhea's legs and pooled into a puddle of unholy sin near the corner of the booth.
Neither of the two moved from their spot, as the creaking had finally ceased and both of them were relishing in the post-coital bliss of their scandalous copulation. Heavy breaths echoed from within the booth as sweat dropped from their tired bodies, both leaning against the barrier that separated the two, but still found themselves conjoined by their genitalia. They both stood there, breathing heavily, as post-coital thoughts swirled inside their heads, like Byleth's seed was swishing inside of Rhea's womb.
"Byleth…" Rhea whispered, getting the attention of the man in question.
"…Yes, Rhea?" Byleth breathed out, exhausted from the passionate sex the two had just had.
"…Thank you." Rhea said, confusing the professor about what exactly he was being thanked for.
"…For the sex? If so, I think I should be the one thanking you." Byleth responded matter-of-factly back to the archbishop.
Laughing from his response, Rhea replied, "No, my sweet. Thank you…for everything."
"…I am still confused by what you mean, Rhea. Am I missing something here?" Byleth asked, frowning as he tried to make sense of what she was trying to tell him.
Shaking her head, Rhea simply said, "Never mind, it does not matter. Now hurry, put your clothes back on before people get too suspicious about what we've been doing in here for too long!" She pulled herself from the professor's cock, making her moan despondently at losing the feeling of being filled. Her pussy made a similar nose of sadness as it sloshed out the remaining cum that still filled her, oozing out of her pussy and onto the ground. Rhea caught Byleth seemingly admiring his handiwork of filling her insides and gave him a faked annoyed stare, which caused him to look away and hurriedly dress back into his attire. Hiding her smile from him, she too began quickly re-dressing herself in a frenzy.
Minutes later, the two exited the confessional booth and closed the doors, keeping the strong smell of semen and sex stuffed in there. Fixing their clothes to make sure no one would be suspicious of them, they both looked at each other with affectionate gazes. However, Rhea saw Byleth's frown, which worried her for a second, until he pointed to the side of her right cheek. Touching it with her fingers, she felt a thick wad of cum still stuck to her face, which she must've missed after her 'clean-up.' Letting out a small giggle, she looked to the professor as she grabbed the last rope of semen with her fingers and tilted her head back, holding up her cum-smeared fingers and let the cum droop slowly into her waiting mouth. Byleth could only watch in bated awe at seeing his thick strand of seed slowly fall into the archbishop's mouth before she finally ingested and swallowed it with a loud and vulgar gulp.
"…" Byleth let out a nervous gulp of his own as he stared blankly at the archbishop in front of him.
Rhea giggled again at seeing the humorous reaction from the professor and moved closer to him, pulling him into a passionate kiss that was filled with tongue-wrestling action. Their moans reverberated within the lustful kiss, as Byleth moved to cup another heaping handful of Rhea's ass, which caused her to mewl even louder into the kiss. They stayed like that for a couple of moments before they were interrupted by a quiet knock. Byleth glanced nervously at the archbishop who calmed him by raising a hand in the air and telling him to wordlessly shush. She then turned to the door and said, "Yes, who is it?"
"Oh, um, hello, Rh-Err, A-Archbishop! My brother just asked me to check in on you because you seemed to be stuck inside the advisory room for quite some time. He wanted me to see if you were alright and needed any assistance." A kindly feminine voice replied from the other side of the closed doors.
The professor recognized just who it was behind the door, but before he could say anything, Rhea was quick to respond, "You may enter, Flayn." After she had said that, the doors opened up and revealed a small girl with long green hair that covered her ears and drooped down past her shoulders.
As soon as Flayn entered she looked shocked to see the professor standing next to the professor, causing a reddish hue to form over her face. "O-Oh, professor? I-I did not know that you were talking with the archbishop. P-Please pardon the interruption!" She stammered out an apology, bowing towards Rhea and Byleth.
Byleth simply shook his head as he replied, "There is no need for an apology, Flayn. The archbishop and I have concluded our…talk." He looked away as Rhea gave him a subtle teasing look, avoiding her eye contact by looking up at the ceiling.
"Oh…good, err, I mean, I see! Yes! I am happy that you had a productive conversation together!" Flayn cheered awkwardly, shooting her hands into the air several times.
Rhea raised a brow at the peculiar behavior of her young relative and looked to the professor as she commented with a smirk, "Yes, it was indeed very…productive, so to speak."
Byleth merely blushed lightly and scratched his cheek, while still staring upwards at the ceiling.
Before Flayn could ask why the professor was acting so oddly, her nose twitched as she smelled a pungent and foul odor in the air, causing her to cover her nose with both of her hands. "OH! Forgive me for saying something so rude, archbishop, but I believe something diseased has died in this room! The odor is just…I-I have never smelled something so strong and smelly before! I…I must inform my brother that you have finished with your talks and…and…take a bath or something to forget this awful smell!" She complained, quickly rushing out of the room.
Rhea couldn't help but laugh at the reaction from her naïve relative, turning to the professor to see him blushing as red as a tomato from how embarrassed he was. She giggled to herself at seeing that, covering her mouth so he didn't hear her. "Well, Byleth, I do believe it is time we bid each other farewell. At least for now, that is." She said coyly, winking to him.
Byleth nodded to her, making sure that no one was around before laying a tender kiss on her cheek. He gave her a small smile and quietly left the room, leaving the archbishop blushing like a schoolgirl from the affectionate gesture.
Rhea sighed contently as she watched him leave, biting her lip excitedly at the feeling of his seed swishing around her womb. 'If all went well today, then I should bear the mark now. And if that's the case, then my mother is truly alive once again! Oh mother, how I yearn to be in your arms once again after so very long. Which means that I should indeed have a talk with Dorothea…after I inspect myself inside of my room to see if what I hypothesize is indeed true.' She smiled, feeling a weight lifting off her shoulders that had been there for centuries, as she left the advisory room and went to her chamber, making a mental note to warn everyone to stay out of the confessional booth until it had been sanitized. 'I'll have to come up with an excuse about why exactly it smells the way it does, while also making sure Seteth and Flayn believe it. *sigh* I suppose this is a form of penance for desecrating a holy structure…even if it was totally worth it.' The archbishop licked her lips, fantasizing about the next time she could pull Byleth into one of those things and have her way with him all over again.
Black Eagle Homeroom
As usual, the Black Eagle house, regardless of being filled with several noble classmen and women, was currently devolving into a fit of chaos. That was what Byleth thought at least as he walked in to seeing Balthus and Raphael having an arm-wrestling match, Lorenz and Ferdinand sipping tea in the corner of the classroom, Hilda slacking off by doing her nails, Bernadetta hiding under a table while Marianne read a book underneath the table adjacent to her, Leonie rambling on to a bored Ignatz about why Jeralt was the greatest mercenary of all-time and what he managed to teach her during their short time together, Petra and Ashe were reading stories about knights, Hapi and Constance were munching on fruit pastries that they had snuck in, and Yuri with his arms crossed being a loner in the opposite corner of the class. The stoic professor let out a heavy sigh at seeing his unruly class act in such a manner, but couldn't fight the smile that stretched across his lips.
"Wow, is that smile I see on my handsome professor's face? I should check to see if there is a blue moon outside my window tonight and if any of our pigs are flying." A playful laugh tittered to the side of him, causing Byleth to turn as he recognized the voice, and saw Dorothea with her arms behind her back. "Hehe, you should smile more often professor, if only to quell some of the rumors about you being an actual demon. If they saw how attractive you looked when you smiled, then there's no way that anyone could believe that you were an unholy abomination sent from hell. Even if you are rather hot." She winked at him, giggling at seeing him blush from the compliment.
Byleth rubbed the back of his neck, unwilling to make eye contact with the songstress, as he responded, "I try not to let those kinds of rumors bother me. I know what I am in the eyes of others and it's not their fault for thinking of me as a…well you know."
Dorothea frowned at hearing his answer and crossed her arms. "That's still no excuse to say such awful things about you, professor. You're a good person, regardless of your demeanor. I swear, the next time I hear someone talking bad gossip about you, I'll light their pants or skirt on fire. Liar deserve their just desserts after all~!" She chuckled with a wink, pointing a finger in the air as a small fire wisp flickered out of her nail.
This time it was Byleth's turn to frown, shaking his head at the same time. "Please, don't get into fights with any of your other classmates or with the merchants on my behalf. I've long learned to let those kinds of insults slide off my back. They…don't bother me anymore. So please, don't feel the need to interfere on my behalf, okay Dorothea?" He could tell that she wasn't happy with his response and didn't quite believe with what he was saying.
"…Fine, if that's what you want then, professor. You have my word." Dorothea sighed, seeing through his words as clear as day. 'Sticks and stones may break bones…but words will always hurt even more.' Turning to see if anyone was paying attention, the songstress smiled and pulled the professor away from the open doors and tugged himself onto her, pushing her back against the wall with Byleth leaning over her. "Mmm, what a romantic entanglement we've found ourselves in, eh professor~? Thank the goddess you're a few inches taller than me, otherwise I would've had to flip us the other way around, not that I would've minded it of course. Either way…" She snaked her way towards his crotch and grabbed a handful of his cock, making him groan from her touch. "You're plenty big where it counts~."
"D-Dorothea, someone could see us like this. Please, not right now." Byleth grunted, feeling his penis begin to swell from the songstress' touch. However, his words didn't seem to be getting through to her as he saw her grin and push her lips onto hers, getting on her tippy-toes to help. He moaned at feeling her tongue roll around his, making him unconsciously moan and move his hands to cup her ass cheeks. As the professor's hands fondled her butt, his eyes widened and pulled away from the embrace before anyone caught sight of them. "Y-You…y-you're not-"
"Wearing any underwear today? Hehe, nope~! Today was kind of scorching hot, so I figured that I would cool down by dropping at least one fabric of clothing off my beautiful body. Last thing I need is to sweat in crotchless panties and ruin such a good pair, right professor~? You really seemed to enjoy them last night as you fucked me and rubbed my clit like crazy." Dorothea cooed, pushing her ample chest against the professor once again, which made him groan with lustful desire. "…I can't concentrate after a night like that, professor. I feel like I might flunk another test and fail my classes. You wouldn't want that, right? So…I was wondering if maybe tonight, I could come over again? I have some other naughty lingerie, like a completely see-through nightie I bought with Constance."
Byleth's eyes widened with fear at the mention of another student, but Dorothea just laughed and waved his concerns away with her hand. "Don't worry, we just bumped into each other at a shop. It happened when we had to travel on one of our many missions in the church and we had to stay overnight at a town. This was before you and I got together, but I figured something like this would come in handy in the future. Funnily enough, Constance said something similar and she said she had someone in mind to wear it for, not that she told me who she meant sadly. All she said was her usual rambles about restoring House Nuvelle and this guy was the only person she saw fit to create a new dynasty with and blah blah blah." The songstress said, using her hand as a stand-in for Constance and opening and closing her hand in a mocking fashion.
"…And that's it?" Byleth asked, frowning.
Dorothea raised an eyebrow at his question, coyly smiling as she replied, "Why, is that a bit of jealous concern I hear in your voice, professor? Scared I might have tried this out on someone before you?" She could see that her words rung true, seeing his brow furrow and his body shuffle awkwardly. "Hehe, don't worry, professor. I'm only teasing you. Of course I didn't do anything like that. I mean, Constance and I did get hit on by a couple of stuck-up nobles, but we booted them to the curb where they belong. We laughed and went out for some pastries afterwards. It was fun…minus the clean-up afterwards anyways." The songstress giggled at remembering how Constance freaked out the pastry salesman by trying to show him a new form of spell she had created, which let to all the desserts exploding and hailing whipped cream all over everyone that was in the shop.
"…I see, well…that's good. Forgive me, Dorothea, it wasn't that I didn't trust you or anything. You and I had no obligation to each other before we…well, we did what we did." Byleth murmured, looking away from the songstress. 'I suppose I should let Rhea tell her about our salacious affair. Goddess knows this certainly isn't the place to explain such things.' His eyes looked around and saw that there was hardly anyone around, quickly placing a kiss on the girl's cheek, which made her blush with caused her cheeks to color like a rose.
"My heart always skips a beat every time you kiss me, professor. Does yours do the same?" Dorothea asked with a giggle.
Byleth frowned once again, shaking his head at her question. "I told you before, remember? My heart doesn't beat…it never has." His frown increased as he heard the songstress laugh and push his chest in a playful manner.
"And I told you that I'm not that gullible to fall for a weird parlor trick like that. *sigh* Fine, play the mysterious professor if you like. Then again, it was what initially drew me to you in the first place, so why stop now, right?" Dorothea winked, chuckling under her breath. "Now…about me coming over toni-"
Before Dorothea could ask Byleth again, a voice called out towards the professor. They both turned and saw Cyril running towards them in hasty manner. He halted from his rigorous sprint and stopped to catch his breath as he bent down and used his knees to steady himself. After a couple of moments, the young Almyran stopped and looked at the stoic teacher. "Sheesh, I've been looking all over for you, professor. Ever since your sister told me that she wanted to see you, I've been searching for you everywhere. I managed to overhear Flayn telling Seteth that you were with Lady Rhea in the advisory room, but as soon as I went over there, all there was were some cleaners mopping up…whatever was in there. It really smelled in there, but that's beside the point, since I finally found you. Last I saw your sister it was in the marketplace area if you want to go looking for her over there."
Dorothea looked over at the professor, expecting to see him ecstatic at seeing his twin sister, or at least as happy as he could emote properly, but instead saw him frozen as a board. "Professor? Are you okay? Didn't you hear Cyril? He said your sister is looking for you, and by the sounds of it she really wants to find you badly. Perhaps she has something of importance to tell you, or she just wants to see her darling little brother again?" She chuckled at the thought of Baeleth coddling her twin brother as if he was a child.
Byleth however didn't reciprocate the laughs and stonily nodded his head, looking all around at his surroundings. "…Yes, of course. My sister is often prone to…heavy displays of affection regarding me, even when I tell her that it isn't necessary. You said she was in the marketplace last you saw her, right Cyril?" He asked him, getting a nod in return. "Right, well I suppose I should be off then." The professor said, bidding a quick farewell to both Cyril and Dorothea as he hastily began rushing off towards the direction of the cathedral.
"Hold on, professor, you're going the wrong way. The marketplace is on the other side of the monastery." Cyril pointed out, frowning at the professor. "You're going in the complete opposite direction of what I told you, since the monastery is on the other end of the academy. Geez, it's like you're trying to avoid your sister or something."
Byleth simply nodded in response to Cyril's words and hurried off towards the cathedral, hastily looking around for any signs of his older twin as he walked away.
Cyril just shook his head as he saw Byleth scurry away. "Man, I know he's tough and smart, but I still think he's a weird guy. No matter what Lady Rhea tells me." He said quietly to himself, turning to see an angrily frowning Dorothea staring back at him. "…Um, no offense to your teacher."
"Uh-huh…" Dorothea growled, crossing her arms as she tapped her heel against the ground in an irritated manner.
Gulping nervously, Cyril snapped his fingers and tried to change the subject before he was on the receiving end of a fireball. "Oh! I almost forgot, I passed by Lady Rhea while I was searching for Byleth too. Apparently she wants to speak to you, Dorothea. Lady Rhea told me that she'd be waiting inside of her personal quarters for you and to send you her way. Luckily, I managed to kill two birds with one stone right now, which means that I can get back to my normal chores now." He told the songstress, starting to walk away before he was stopped by said girl.
"H-Hold on, wait a minute! Why does the archbishop want to speak with me? I'm just a commoner. I…I haven't done anything wrong, so why is calling for me specifically?!" Dorothea freaked out, asking the young Almyran for more information.
Cyril however just shrugged his shoulders with a non-caring expression. "How the heck should I know? The only thing I'm tasked to do here is follow Lady Rhea's instructions and nothing more. If you want to ask anyone, ask her." He replied back brusquely as he walked away to finish his chores.
The songstress just stood there and gulped as she imagined the only reason why the archbishop of the monastery would want to speak with her. 'C-Calm down! This could be about anything, and not just about having sex with the professor, which there's no way she could've found out! I made sure that I wasn't followed by anyone when I snuck over to his room. I mean, sure I might have screamed a bit too loudly when I was being pounded from behind, but I made sure to muffle my squeals with a pillow! S-So, there's no way anyone could have heard me…right?' Dorothea gulped again and straightened her skirt as she knew that she had no choice but to go see the Lady Rhea. And so, she marched off, sweat dripping down her forehead, towards the archbishop's chamber, while she inwardly prayed to the goddess for any help she could get.
Cathedral
"ACHOO! Ugh, geez, you think you could have some tissues lying around here or something I could use to wipe my nose with." Sothis sniffled, rubbing her nose with a huff.
Byleth didn't choose to answer as he was too busy surveying his surroundings while he hid behind a large pillar.
"What is your deal with your big sister anyways? Does she give you too many hugs or kisses?" Sothis asked sarcastically.
'Yeah…something like that. Look, trust me, you were probably still sleeping inside my head, so you don't really have any idea what you're talking about. Trust me on that.' Byleth replied, making sure that his sister was nowhere to be seen.
Sothis shook her head, rolling her eyes as she retorted, "Heh, if I didn't know any better, it sounds like you are afraid of your elder twin. This sister of yours must be some kind of monster judging by how you've been avoiding her like a plague."
'No, she's nothing like a monster. Baeleth is…it's more of what she tries to do with me when we're alone, that's why I'm trying to avoid her as best I can. That's all I'm really comfortable saying.' Byleth sighed inwardly, leaning against the cathedral pillar as he looked up at the painted ceiling above.
"Yes, of course, I'm only the girl living inside of your head. It's not like we could get any closer than we already are, so go ahead, keep your secrets. Meanwhile, I'll just be here, reveling after touching myself after seeing you go at it with the archbishop like animals inside of the confession booth." Sothis joked, haughtily smirking at feeling the embarrassment emanating from inside the professor's mind.
All Byleth could think to do was pinch the bridge of his nose and sigh once more, shaking his head at Sothis' response.
"…Is something bothering you, brother?" A voice asked called out to him.
"No, Baeleth, it's just that-" Byleth stopped suddenly, his eyes as wide as saucers as he turned around to see the stoic stare of his older sister gazing back at him.
"Hello, brother, I've finally found you." Baeleth smiled, pulling her brother into a hug, whilst unintentionally smooshing her heavy and large breasts onto his chest. "You have no idea how long it took to find you. I had to enlist the help of almost the whole monastery to search for you. If I didn't know any better, I'd think you were avoiding me." She teased, pushing Byleth's shoulder jokingly.
"Yes, that would be funny and not at all odd that you had hundreds of people looking for me." Byleth responded back with a blank stare, eyeing up all the exits in his vicinity.
"…Byleth." His elder twin said as her eyes drooped midway done in an annoyed glare. "You know I can see you searching for your potential escape route, right?" A quiet growl emanated from Baeleth's throat at seeing her younger brother freeze suddenly, making her assumption correct. She shook her head while keeping her irritated stare fixed on Byleth, "Why are you always like this with me? I'm only back for a couple of days before I'm tasked with another mission and head back out with the Knights of Seiros. All I was looking forward to was seeing dad and my little brother, is that so wrong?"
Byleth felt guilt boil in his stomach at hearing the hurt in his twin sister's words, but knew in his heart that he was justified in why he was avoiding her. "No, sister, it's not wrong to want to spend time with your brother." He replied, seeing a relieved expression cross over Baeleth's face. "…But it's the stuff you plan on doing with your brother that is wrong, Baeleth, and you know that." After saying that, this time it was his sister's turn to avoid his gaze as he transfixed his stare on her.
Baeleth crossed her arms underneath her voluptuous chest, responding snippily with, "…It doesn't feel wrong to me, so why should it bother you? You know how I feel about you and it never used to bother you before. I don't care if people say it's wrong or abnormal…I love you, brother, and I know you love me too." She moved her eyes back up to gaze back at him, their stares locked into a stoic showdown as others walked past them and gave them confused looks.
Sighing, while breaking the stare-down, Byleth saw that they were gaining some unwanted attention and grabbed his sister's hand, dragging her there weren't so many prying eyes. He saw how Baeleth's eyes lit up from within her stony demeanor as his fingers interlocked with hers, making him sigh even more, while pulling her out of the cathedral and towards his personal quarters. As they started crossing the long bridge that connected the monastery and the cathedral together, Byleth felt his sister move closer to him and link her arms with his, mimicking that of a couple they passed by.
"Baeleth-" Byleth began only to be shushed by his older sister.
"Hush, it's not like people will suspect anything. They'll think we're just two twin siblings who are close…" Baeleth said, leaning closer to his ear as she whispered seductively, "…but they won't know how close we really are." Byleth had to fight back a blush after hearing that, while also feeling his twin sister's breasts push up against his arm. He tried his best to pull away, but Baeleth had the slight upper edge when it came to strength, or at least she did whenever her breasts were involved. "You always were fond of touching my breasts back in the day. Not a day went by where I didn't catch you staring at them. Hehe, it got so bad that even dad caught you looking once or twice, which made him give you 'the talk.' I still recall your face after you walked out of his tent with a look I'd never seen you make before." She giggled softly, making her brother groan at remembering that moment.
"…You try hearing hours of Father's way of trying and failing to describe sex, then we'll see how you look afterwards." Byleth grumbled, causing his sister to laugh quietly.
"I did have to suffer through that, but you just weren't around for it. It was probably more awkward for him then it was for me the way I recall it. I'd never seen him stammer and sweat so much in his life, if you don't count all the times he got blackout drunk anyways." Baeleth said, hearing her brother chuckle a bit. "Besides, his explanations all came in handy when the time came for us to…express our love for each other." A small blush covered the stoic girl's cheeks, pulling Byleth's arm deeper into her cleavage. "I still remember how many stars there were that night as you thrusted inside of me, your lips meshed with mine, and the feeling of your seed filling me up with your love. That night was special to me…and I thought it was special to you too." She muttered despondently, causing more guilt to pile up inside her brother's stomach.
'…I must've pissed off the goddess or something because I'm being thrown one love trouble after the other today.' Byleth thought to himself, sighing inwardly.
"If she's pissed at you, then I'm sure that she has a good reason for it. Incest notwithstanding, you're breaking your sister's heart, you jerk! What is the matter with you?! I swear, beautiful women just keep throwing themselves at you and all you can muster is that dense stoic face!" Sothis fumed at the ex-mercenary, crossing her arms in another huff.
'…I'm surprised that you're taking the incest thing in stride. I was sure that you'd lay into me about the societal and ethical repercussions about partaking in such amoral behavior. Why aren't you doing that?' Byleth asked, seeing that his quarters were getting closer as they exited the reception hall and walked towards the dormitories.
"I suppose I should be upset with you…but for some reason, I find myself sympathizing with you more. How strange. Regardless, it's quite clear that your elder twin harbors serious feelings for you, even though as handsome as you are it's rather loathsome how dense you truly can be. If you keep acting like this, you'll never be able to build a successful harem!" Sothis exclaimed, which confused the man in question.
'Who said I ever wanted to build a harem? I didn't ask to be put into this situation regarding all the women in my life. If anything, I'm just as surprised as you are about all of this. I know how I am…and how off-putting my behavior can be, which is why I have no idea why several of the women I know have romantic feelings for me. Baeleth…our relationship is more complex than it is Rhea or Dorothea. We both knew what we were doing was wrong, but in the beginning…it felt so right. I can't explain it, and even if I could I doubt it would make any sort of sense. I'd be lying if I said I never enjoyed what Baeleth and I did together, the night she was talking about still lives on in my memories.'
'Baeleth came to my tent in the dead of night wearing a black lace bra that connected underneath her chest to her collarbone, leaving plenty of her inner boob visible for me to see. The bra was almost see-through that I could almost see her nipples peeking through it. She also had some lace stockings that matched the bra she was wearing with the thinnest underwear I had ever seen, even more so than Dorothea's was. I was nervous when she took me by the hand and led me to a spot by the river in a forest that my father and his mercenaries had us camp out in. There was a blanket all laid out for us when we got there with the perfect view of all the stars. And then, Baeleth pushed herself onto her back, begging me to take her under those very stars…and that was that. The twins became one that very night and we didn't stop until the sun started peeking out from the horizon. It was…one of the best nights of my life.' Byleth confessed, the memory bringing a small smile to his face.
"Then perhaps you should share such thoughts with your sister? Yes, what you both is morally reprehensible from a societal standpoint, at least that's what I seem to garner from your current hesitance, but when has society ever been kind to you? Wasn't it that gave you that moniker that you despise so much? Oh, what was it…ah yes, 'The Ashen Demon.' I can feel your annoyance and anger whenever you hear someone call you by that title. As such, why should you care what people think should they ever find out? This wouldn't be your first salacious relationship you would find yourself in: your sister, your student, and the archbishop of the Church of Seiros. If you went off of what society or religious doctrine wanted, then you couldn't be with any of those three lovely women. So I say, disregard such thoughts and banish them to the abyss. Enjoy what you share with your sister, lest you break her maiden heart. And if you ever do that, nothing in this world will save you from my wrath, do you understand?" Sothis threatened, making Byleth nod his head meekly in response.
Sothis smiled after seeing that, giggling to herself. "Very good. Now, I can see your quarters are just within your eyeline, so make haste and confess your true feelings for your twin. I wager that she'd be just as happy to hear what you have to say as I was. Enjoy yourself!"
'…You're going to watch the two of us, aren't you?' Byleth deadpanned.
"The fact that you even have to ask tells me how truly dense you are. *sigh* You're really lucky I find you cute, otherwise I'd be half-tempted to leave and find someone else's head to live inside." Sothis laughed, making Byleth shake his head at her attempt at a joke. "Hehe, I jest. Even if I could leave your mind…I very much doubt I would want to. So be thankful that you have such a majestic and benevolent woman that has graced you with her time-reversing powers and wisdom, as well as her illuminating beauty!" She exclaimed, grinning from her stone throne.
'…Heh, yes, thank you, Sothis. I truly mean that.' Byleth thanked the green-haired girl, who he could tell was beaming with happiness from his words. He then turned to his sister who was still looking as despondent as before. Seeing that his room was just a couple more feet away, he grabbed ahold of his sister's arm and pulled her forward, rushing towards his quarters in a frenzy.
"B-Byleth?! What has gotten into you?" Baeleth shouted, confused as to why her twin was hurrying her so fast. She then caught wind of a smile on his face, something she had never seen before from him. Even when they were little, Byleth wasn't very open with his emotions or feelings, and she was the one who was more receptive to such emotive responses. While she still was as stoic as her twin, she found it much easier to emote properly, as compared to her brother. When she had brought it up with their father, he reassured her and told her not to think about it too much, since he was apparently the same at birth. 'Dad told me that Byleth hadn't cried when he was born, while I was bawling like any normal infant. We never saw him once laugh, cry, or even smile in our mercenary days that we both thought that he was just incapable of it, yet we loved him all the same. Yet, after a measly handful of months at this monastery, and Byleth is smiling and laughing like it was no big deal. All because of his students…heh, I never thought I'd be jealous of a bunch of snot-nosed nobles and commoners, but seeing him smile so easily…I'll have to thank them all one day for teaching my little brother how to be happy.'
As soon as they reached the door to Byleth's room, he opened it with his foot and pulled them inside, making sure to close it tight and lock it. Mere seconds after the lock was shut, Byleth turned and wrapped his arms around his twin and pulled her in for a kiss. He could feel how initially shocked she was from such a passionate embrace, but Baeleth quickly melted into their kiss, closing her eyes as she intertwined her hands around the back of her brother's neck. Their tongues wrestled with each other, both fighting for slippery dominance, as they moaned together from within their meshed mouths. Her massive and pillowy chest pressed up against her twin's, causing him to moan at the wonderful feeling of her breasts touching him. She giggled at hearing her brother moan so cutely, smacking her butt roughly before pulling away from the tongue-filled kiss.
Biting her lip, Baeleth looked to her twin brother and couldn't stop herself from asking, "I thought…I thought that you didn't want this anymore? What changed?"
"Nothing, sister. Nothing at all has changed. I'm just showing you what I've felt for a long time, that's all. It's just that…" Byleth stopped, thinking of Rhea and Dorothea in that very moment.
"…There's someone else, isn't there?" Baeleth asked, easily telling that was what was bothering her little brother. "Yeah, that's it. You have feelings for someone else, don't you?" She said, mildly jealous at having to fight for her brother's affection with an unknown woman. "Who is it?"
"Baeleth…" Her brother muttered, sensing what she would do if he gave her that information.
Baeleth just rolled her eyes at seeing the suspecting gaze her twin was looking at her with. "Oh relax, brother. I'd be a fool if I fought anyone over you regarding our relationship. Sure, it could easily be passed off as an overly protective sibling, but the last thing we need is others poking about our business. So come on, tell me! You have my word that I won't say anything or do anything to them. Please~." She begged, pushing her boobs together with her arms as she gave her best puppy-dog look she could muster with her stoic gaze.
Luckily, whether it was from her eyes or her breasts, Byleth relented, uttering a sigh as he told her, "Fine, but you better keep your word. Ugh…it's Rhea and Dorothea."
"TWO WOMEN?! Brother, I never took you for a Casanova or a wannabee Sylvain. To think that you the archbishop and a young songstress in the palm of your hands, I'd never thought I would see the day you'd be juggling two, or count that now, three gorgeous women for you to have your way with. Who are you and what have you done with my brother?" Baeleth joked, caressing her younger twin's chest.
"He's still around, but he's caught himself in a web of amorous relationships that he's having trouble finding time for, and it doesn't look like it's about to get any easier." Byleth responded, feeling up his sister's ass while he talked, making her swoon.
Smiling, Baeleth started undoing her top while looking at her brother, who was unbuckling his pants at the same time. "Well, push those other relationships from your mind for now, because the most important one in your life is here and she's not about to give up her brother without a fight." She growled sensually, dropping her top to the floor, leaving her upper torso nude as she started working on her skirt.
The twins both hastily started undressing, unsure of how much time they had before someone else came looking for them. It had been months since the two had enjoyed each other's bodies, as it was difficult to find any time due to their conflicting schedules. One being a professor and the other a knight. As much as he hated to admit it, Byleth missed the feeling of his sister's body intertwined with his. While his time with Rhea and Dorothea was both mind-blowing and loving, his relationship with his twin was different. They were each other's first times, and even though they had to hide their secret relationship the two of them always made it known how much they cared for the other.
As the last of their clothes dropped to the floor, Baeleth pushed her naked body onto Byleth's, knocking him onto his back and on his bed. Hungrily, his sister's lips dove onto his, mashing them together and forcing her tongue back into his mouth. Her large breasts pressed deep onto her brother's muscular chest, mewling as she felt his nipples rub against hers. Loving the feeling, Baeleth moved her chest up and down her twin's areola, rubbing their erect nubs against the other. She moved her left hand to interlock with his, squeezing it with a tight embrace, as Byleth's right hand grabbed a handful of his sister's ass. Baeleth moaned deeply as she felt her brother's fingers imprint themselves onto her fleshy backside, inwardly begging him for more.
Suddenly, Baeleth felt a pulsating object poke at her abs, and looked down to see her brother's erection pressing against her stomach. Giggling, she pulled away from the kiss, biting Byleth's lower lip as she lowered herself down until she let it go after a few seconds. Slowly, she trailed down, leaving loving kisses and licks all around her brother's pecs and abs, tracing the defined contours of his abdomen muscles. She heard him groan and moan from her kisses, making her happy to finally hear her twin's sensual voice once again. Regardless of his relationship with the archbishop and the songstress, no one in the world loved Byleth more than her, and she was going to make sure he knew that.
Finally reaching her brother's erection, Baeleth gave it a tender kiss and started flicking her tongue all over it, as if she was making out with it. Moans of enjoyment emanated from her twin brother as she continued licking her tongue all over his throbbing veins. Baeleth stared upwards at him while she kept her sexual onslaught going, gazing at him passionately as her tongue slid over his cock and her mouth sucked on the head of his penis. While one hand of hers stroked the upper side of his shaft, the other moved downwards and cupped her brother's ballsack. Gently, she rolled them in her palm, squeezing them with just the right amount of pressure, hearing the contented moans that escaped Byleth's lips.
Loud and vulgar slurps filled the room Baeleth began sucking the full extent of her twin's dick, while simultaneously swaying his balls within her gentle grasp. She could feel that they seemed a bit lighter than usual, which brought to mind him having recently fucked Rhea or Dorothea right before she found him. That thought annoyed her slightly at being left the second-hand reserves of his remaining semen.
'To think that there's probably barely any of his cum left inside. I prefer it when his balls are plump and heavy, that way I know he'll fill my womb up easily. Even though he's always afraid I'll get pregnant from him cumming inside, I try to tell him it's no big deal. I always drink some contraceptive potions before we have sex, which I happened to down two in preparation for this type of event right before I found him. To be honest though…it's not like I would really mind if one day the potion didn't work and I found myself pregnant with Byleth's baby. Although, I know my brother would freak out if I told him that, so I suppose it's better safe than sorry for now. Maybe one day though…' Baeleth's eyes glazed over, fantasizing about being impregnated by her twin, while imagining her plump and pregnant belly being caressed by Byleth's hands, as she continued mindlessly sucking away at her twin's erection outside of her imagination.
Byleth meanwhile was simply enjoying his sister's loving blowjob, throwing his head back as he tried to contain his moans from becoming too loud. Try as he might, he couldn't stop himself from bucking his hips upwards in an attempt to push his cock deeper into his sister's mouth. Thankfully, she seemed to enjoy his thrusts as her mouth tightened around his penis, moaning with every buck of his hips. He placed a hand on top of her head, petting her hair and using it to steady Baeleth's slow bobs along his dick, while his other hand interlaced with one of his sister's free hands. A contented sigh emanated from his mouth, thoroughly enjoying his older sister's cocksucking as he held her hand and petted her head, looking up at the ceiling without a care in the world.
With every bob of his sister's head, Byleth could see her enormous bust jiggling between his legs. He hated realizing his sister was right and how enamored he had become with her breasts over the years. A part of him wondered if it was because of experimenting with Baeleth's bosom that made him so captivated by breasts as a whole. Whether they be petite or huge, Byleth knew in his non-beating heart that he was a breast man, even if he could appreciate a fine ass such as Rhea's. No longer being able to hold his true feelings back any longer, he opened his mouth and asked his sister, "Baeleth-"
"I know, you want to fuck my tits, just hold on. Let me suck your cock for a couple more minutes, okay? I haven't done this in ages, so allow me suck my brother's dick in peace." Baeleth responded nonchalantly, making Byleth blush in embarrassment by how obscene and crude her words were. Her blue eyes rolled upwards at the delectable taste and feeling of her twin's penis pulsating in her mouth, slobbering her tongue all around his shaft. Slurping as loud as possible, her mouth moved up and down his erection, taking great pains to trace over his veins with accurate precision, as she knew all his weak points. 'There's nothing better in this world and clears my mind more than sucking my brother's cock…'
Patiently waiting, while relishing in the feeling of Baeleth going to town on his penis, Byleth let out a deep breath as an attempt to steady himself so he didn't cum too quickly. His older sister hated it when he came too soon, even if she enjoyed the taste of his cum. He grunted at feeling her hands use his legs to stabilize herself, sweat dripping down her back as she increased her bobs. "B-Baeleth, hold on, you're going too fast! Shit, you're going to make cum if you keep sucking that hard!" Byleth gritted his teeth as he felt his balls contract and could feel his semen begin to rise up from inside his ballsack. Due to his sister's increased cocksucking, he lost the battle to hold back his cum and shouted out as he ejaculated into his twin's mouth.
Cum spurted out from Byleth's penis, flooding his older sibling's mouth with his semen. Baeleth moaned at finally tasting her brother's delicious cum after so long of going without it. Her eyes rolled upwards as her tongue was covered in his creamy and thick load, savoring it as much as she could. She let out loud and obscene gulps, swallowing every rope of seed her darling little brother gave to her, and treasured it like they were precious gifts. Nothing could beat the taste of Byleth's semen, not even her favorite dish, though she had often wondered what 'pheasant roast with berry sauce' would taste coupled with her brother's cum topped over it. Gratefully, Baeleth kept slurping up every drop of her sibling's sperm, drinking it like it was heavenly ambrosia given to her by the goddess herself. It tasted so good to her that she came then and there, squirting her cum on her little brother's bed and staining it with her incestuous desire for him.
Even after Byleth had shot his last rope of semen, he felt her continue to suck his cock for several minutes later, sucking it clean of all his cum. To have such a sister that so favorably desired to suck his cock for hours on end, which she had several times before, made him curse himself for almost throwing away such a passionate lover, even if they were related. Why his sister even had feelings for him in this way, he still didn't know, nor did she care to share them. In that way, they were rather similar as they preferred to keep their emotions close to their chests, even if they were intimately close. Only in the bedroom did they break down those walls with one another and each other how they truly felt.
'And judging by how tenderly Baeleth is still sucking my penis, I wager she loves me quite intensely.' Byleth thought to himself, losing himself in the feeling of his older sister's cocksucking.
Dozens of more minutes passed and finally Baeleth popped her brother's cock out of her mouth, letting out a satisfied sigh. "Goddess above, I've missed doing that. You can't imagine how many times I had to masturbate in my tent alone just to get your cock out of my mind, brother." She grinned, seeing how firm and hard he still was for her. Kissing his erection like a lover, she moved to envelop his penis between her soft and huge bosom. Getting between his legs again, Baeleth told him to move closer, pulling his legs towards her and shifted her hands to grab onto his hips as a means to steady herself. Easily, his cock slid into her cleavage, as if they were made to perfectly fit each other, and she heard her brother let out a relaxed moan. "Enjoying yourself, brother? Be honest, you've missed me." Baeleth teased her twin.
"…Fine, I missed doing this with you, happy? Your breasts always make me feel great and I've missed being able to do this." Byleth confessed, eliciting a happy smile from his sister, making him groan in embarrassment.
"Don't be shy, brother. You love having sex with me, like I love having sex with you. Who cares about our blood relations? I certainly don't. You're the man I love, and I don't care if you're my brother. I want to spend every waking minute I have on this earth with you, whether it be talking, or laughing with each other, or making sweet love together. So let's enjoy our time with one another while we can, okay?" Baeleth asked, getting a nod of commitment from her younger brother, which made her smile grow. "Good. Now then, feel free to fuck my tits as much as you want. Seeing you go wild with them always makes me happy to see~!" She tittered, watching as Byleth started thrusting his hips up and pushing his cock deeper into her sandwiched cleavage.
"Ohhhhh! Baeleth, your breasts…they're amazingly soft! I can't get enough of them!" Byleth screamed, grunting harshly as his penis plunged itself along the inner pillowy valley of his sister's breasts.
"Now you know how I feel about my obsession with your cock, Byleth. It's practically torture to not be able to sleep next to you, let alone fuck you senseless. Or rather, you fuck me senseless. I had to go plenty of sleepless nights, even after dozens of bouts of masturbation, after not being able to sleep with my darling twin. Hehe, do you remember how we used to sneak into each other's tents at night when everyone was asleep?" Baeleth asked, getting a shaky nod from her brother.
"You mean you forcing me to sleep with you under threat of no breast sucking for eternity?" Byleth shot back, grunting in pain at the sudden increase of pressure around his cock from his stoically pouting sister. "HRGH! N-Not that I minded sleeping next to you. Without you, I could never get a good night's sleep either! GRUH! That's too tight, Baeleth!" He shouted, groping her breasts in an attempt to have her loosen her grip, only to cause her to squeal at the feeling of her brother touching her chest. Thankfully, due to her surprise, as well as jolts of pleasure shooting through her, his sister loosened her tight grasp her bosom had on his erection, making him sigh in relief.
Using her surprise to his advantage, Byleth continued kneading his sister's bodacious chest and flicked her erect nipples with his fingertips, causing cute mewls to escape her lips, which only made him want to mess with her even more. Combining his reckless thrusts into her cleavage, along with switching off between pinching and flicking her nipples, he found the perfect pattern that made his older sister putty in his hands. Loud squirts of liquid emanated from within the room, obviously coming from his twin as she came on his bedsheets from losing herself to the pleasure. Baeleth's large breasts jiggled from the heavy pounds of her brother's hips smacking her chest from below, making her mewls become louder and louder from how wonderful it all felt. Her supple flesh wobbled from Byleth's lustful thrusts, as she sat there and watched him use her body as a means to pleasure himself.
The twins continued in their amoral coupling, enjoying the other's body as time lost all meaning to them. Baeleth knew it wouldn't be long, feeling the throbbing between her breasts, which signaled to her that Byleth was close to cumming inside of her bosom. Licking her lips and eager for more cum, she used her tongue to speed up the process, rolling it all over the head of his penis as he continued thrusting it upwards. Drool dripped from her mouth and onto her breasts as she kept licking his cock without a care in the world. She could feel it pulsate on her tongue with every push of his hips and sensed that his orgasm was impending nigh. And soon after that, huge spurts of cum blasted forth, drenching the inside of her sandwiched breasts, as well as shooting into her open mouth for a second time.
Byleth's semen filled his sister's tits, causing oozes of cum to seep out and drip to the floor. While at the same time, several ropes of his seed covered her beautiful face with his cum and flooding her mouth with it as well. This time, Baeleth was caught off-guard and wasn't able to properly ready herself, which meant that globs of cum drooped from her lips and fell to the sheets below. She tried her best to catch what little she could by closing her mouth and forming a tight seal shut, but still couldn't stop the majority of her brother's semen from falling. Swallowing what little she could, Baeleth used her fingers to pick off the thick strands that covered her face, shoving them in her mouth as soon as she grabbed ahold of them. Meanwhile, Byleth simply sat there relaxed, enjoying the show of his older sister gorge herself on his seed as if the was most delicious thing in the world.
As the last strand of cum was ingested, Baeleth turned her sights back on her brother, seeing that he was still erect thankfully. Without a moment to lose, she slowly and sensually crawled over her twin, keeping constant eye contact with him as she sat above him and hovered her slit over his cock. "I want to ride your cock today, so be prepared in case you need to buy a new bed, okay?" She said, licking her lips as she grabbed ahold of his cock, which made her pussy twitch in anticipation at the thought of being penetrated by it again.
Byleth let out a hoarse chuckle from her words. "It wouldn't be the first time. Remember the town inn we stayed in when we got separated from Father and his mercenaries after a botched mission? I had to pray quite a bit of money to pay for that bed you broke."
"You mean, we broke, dear brother. It takes two to dance after all, and we did quite a bit of it in that bed. Besides, that stupid inn keeper should have stronger beds in his establishment anyways. We pretended that we were married to get a discount, so he should know that married couples oft have plenty of intense sex. So he should've made sure that his beds could handle such rowdy and passionate intercourse." Baeleth retorted, stroking her brother's shaft as her juices dripped onto his crotch below.
"…I didn't know you told them that we were married, or about any discount. Now all those weird looks we got from the other people make sense." Byleth responded, seeing his older sister blush in embarrassment.
"It was when you went to tend to the horses in the stables. The innkeeper hadn't seen you yet and said that married couples got 30% off, so I fibbed and told him that you and I had been married for five years." Baeleth said, shuffling her body atop her sibling's naked body as she looked away from him. "…Besides, it was fun thinking we were married, if even for a little bit. You're not mad, are you?" She asked, subtly looking at him from the corner of her eye as she awaited his reply.
Byleth simply shook his head. "No, I'm not mad at you. Now I see why you were so adamant on trying to cook me meals and take baths with me, aside from all the usual times you tried to do so. To be honest…it was kind of nice spending that time alone with you. Maybe we can do that again, albeit with better disguises this time." He replied, which he could tell made his sister extremely ecstatic about a potential next time. Seeing her smile from ear to ear made him happy to see, which was suddenly cut off as she moved down and mashed her lips to his in another passionate kiss, while accidentally crashing her hips onto his and forcing his cock into her pussy.
The twins moaned in ecstasy through their conjoined mouths, as Baeleth slowly grinded her hips onto her little brother's. Their tongues wrestled together, rolling and sliding alongside the other. Drops of drool escaped out of the sides of their lips, falling to the sheets below and coupling with all the other stains that had been formed by their incestuous sex. Baeleth rolled her hips atop Byleth's, as her breasts once again mashed up against her brother's own. Byleth moved his hands to cup his older sister's ass cheeks, kneading and groping them as his fingers wedged themselves deep inside her supple flesh. He groaned at feeling her insides suddenly tighten by him fondling her ass, which made him want to take it even further.
Eagerly, Byleth slapped one of his sister's butt cheeks, causing her to let out a cute mewl from inside of their kiss. Once again, he felt her tighten, and so he did it again. And again. And again. And many times after that, making Baeleth let out squeal after squeal every time his hand slapped her ass. Beads of sweat flew off of her butt with every spank she felt, flying through the air and onto the ground below. As his sister kept grinding and pounding his hips from above, Byleth wanted to kick things up a notch and began thrusting from below, forcing his cock to go even further than before. His twin sister moaned, breaking away from the kiss as her younger brother started plunging his dick deeper and deeper into her pussy, as his hands continued spanking and groping away at her ass. Baeleth's eyes became covered in a lustful haze while drool dripped from the sides of her mouth with every intense pound she felt from her brother.
"Fuck! You feel amazing, Baeleth! I can't get enough of your pussy! It feels perfect around my cock that it's driving me crazy!" Byleth grunted, increasing the pressure of his thrusts as he kept pushing his cock further into his sister's slit.
Baeleth mewled as she felt one of his hands move from her ass and started to fondle her chest, seeping his fingertips into her doughy breast. "Ahhhhh~! I love it when you grope me, Byleth! And I love how your cock feels inside my pussy! It's a perfect fit because we were made for each other, brother! AAaaaaAAAAAAahhH! You make me feel so good! I don't want this to ever stop! I want to keep fucking you forever! I don't care what anyone thinks! I love my twin brother and his perfect cock! Nothing will ever change that! Ahhh! Byleeeeeeth~!" She moaned, feeling her brother's mouth clasp tightly over her right nipple, while he continued pounding vigorously from below. "YES! Suck on my breasts, Byleth~! Keep sucking on them forever! One day I promise there will be milk in them, brother! Just keep sucking on them till that day comes!"
Byleth, ignorant to what his older sister was implying, lost himself to his carnal lust and kept pounding his sister like there was no tomorrow, while groping her ass and sucking her breasts fervently. He groaned as he felt her insides coil around him even tighter than before, feeling her squirt again and felt her cum seep onto his thighs and drip onto his bed. The two lost themselves in their incestual coupling, no longer caring who found them or what they thought. What they had was something no one could take away, even if it was morally repugnant. As long as they had each other, then there was nothing they couldn't accomplish together.
'We came into this world together…therefore, we should always be together. No matter what.' Baeleth thought as her eyes rolled up, as she felt another orgasm squirt out of her pussy from feeling her brother slap her ass several times in a row. She continued riding her brother's cock with reckless abandon, interlocking her hands with one of his as her hips grinded against his. Her massive breasts were still the subject of Byleth's intense suckles, while she felt her brother's fingers tease her asshole. "Y-You're absolutely incorrigible, brother. I'm the only one that can keep up with your sexual appetite, since I've put up with it the longest. That makes me more of an expert than Rhea or Dorothea! Keep playing with them all you like, but you'll see that I'm the perfect one for you. I…I…I LOVE YOU, BYLETH!" She screamed at the top of her lungs, feeling another orgasm stain her brother's bed from her intense squirting.
"UGGGGGGGH! BAELEEEEEEEETH!" Byleth shouted, thrusting his hips with all his might and came deep into his twin sister's pussy. His seed shot forwards, soiling her inner walls with his cum as he had many times before, and his thick ropes of semen burst into her womb and filled it to the brim. Every spurt of her brother's seed drenched Baeleth's insides, marking it for him and him alone. Just like she knew had to please him, he knew how to please her. No other man could do what he could, and so it was up to him to help his sister reach sexual equilibrium. Even if one day their incestuous relationship should ever be found out, and they became social pariahs, then he would make sure that Baeleth was taken care of and make her as happy as he possibly could.
Globs and globs of cum continued to spurt inside of Baeleth, with seemingly no end in sight, as she coiled his cock as tight as she could, desperate to wring out every drop of his cum as she could for herself. No matter how much she wanted to however, her body couldn't contain all the semen that Byleth was shooting into her, causing oozes of his seed to seep out of her and onto their conjoined crotches, as well as the bed below them. The twins simple reveled in their orgasmic bliss, just happy they could share another passionate moment such as this together.
"Byleth…" Baeleth called to her twin, breathing heavily.
"Yeah, Baeleth…?" Byleth responded to his older sister, also breathing heavily.
"…You're still hard." Baeleth simply stated, her insides wriggling happily at her feeling her brother still erect.
Byleth smiled and nodded to his sister, asking, "What position should we try next?"
And so, the Eisner twins continued in their incestuous and vulgar embrace for the remaining hours of the day, all the while staining Byleth's entire room with ropes and ropes of his cum all over the wall and ceiling, as well as puddles of Baeleth's juices around the bed and floor.
Rhea's Chambers
The archbishop stood there in front of her mirror, naked as the day she was brought into this world by her mother, and stared at herself. It had been some time since she had looked at herself in the mirror, due to wanting to avoid such sinful pride, but couldn't stop herself from admiring her body. From her beautiful face, to her illustrious emerald hair, ample bosom, curvaceous thighs, and her shapely ass, it was no wonder why the professor was so enamored with her. 'I wonder how many sinful thoughts have roamed about in that head of his regarding myself? I doubt he would ever tell me, but I imagine it's in the thousands. He's as addicted to me as I am to him. This mark is proof of that.' Rhea thought to herself, staring at the newly emblazoned tattoo that had miraculously formed above her crotch after her sexual confession with Byleth.
"Mother…you are alive inside of him, just as I thought. Though I wonder why you haven't tried to reach out to me in any way. Is this some form of a test? Or is your consciousness still asleep in some way and you are simply guiding Byleth? So many questions left unanswered, but I should not worry. I know my mother will show me the way and guide us all to a path of enlightenment. Byleth is her avatar, and as such he will lead us into a new age! Like my mother before him, he is taking woman after woman for his own and forming his very own harem. Even a goddess needs pleasure every now and then, like all humans do." Rhea clasped her hands together in a prayer pose, murmuring quiet prayers under her breath.
Knock knock knock
A nervous knock came from her door, as small smile stretched across her face from knowing exactly who was at the door. "One moment, please. Allow me to dress myself." Rhea called out to the person behind the door as she reached for her white dress.
"Y-Yes, Archbishop!" Dorothea squeaked out, shuffling nervously in front of Rhea's door.
Rhea tittered at hearing the girls nervous clacking her heels against the floor, which told her all she needed to know. 'She thinks she's here because of Byleth. An apt hypothesis considering the circumstances, as well some minor investigation on my part. I wonder, if what I heard was true from the knights patrolling the outer walls, then such a passionate night with the professor surely must've induced the mark to form on her as well. I suppose there is only one way to find out.' She smiled, taking one last look at the familiar crest that was tattooed on the upper side of her crotch, as a few drops of liquid dripped from her pussy and onto the floor below. 'The Crest of Flames…my mother's sigil. Rest easy inside of Byleth, mother. I will help him attain what you so clearly desire: a harem to please you, just like in the old days. This was your mark to show all the lovers you chose that they belonged to you and only you. And now here I am with one emblazoned onto me, honoring me with your very mark and signaling that I love Byleth as much as he loves me. The songstress is just another step in a long plan of your creation, I can feel it. As such, it is my duty to induct her into the hallowed collection of the Progenitor God's harem.'
Dressing herself, Rhea moved to sit down in a chair by her tea table, pouring two cups for herself and Dorothea. "You may enter." She called out to the songstress, seeing the nervous student open the door. "Come in, don't be shy. Please, close the door and have a seat. I've had some tea brewed for us to enjoy while we talk." The archbishop noted as Dorothea closed her door that her body was trembling with anxiety. As the girl turned around, Rhea gave her kindest smile that she could muster, which seemed to ease her concern somewhat.
Slowly, Dorothea moved to the table, smelling the strong aroma of the tea that was in her cup. "W-Wow, this smells wonderful, Lady Rhea. Might I ask what kind this is?" She asked, grabbing ahold of the handle and putting it under her nose so she could smell it again.
Rhea smiled as she responded, "Oh, it's just a simple Albinean-berry blend. I also had a few of the cooks whip us up some nice desserts, should you desire any." She lifted the tray cover to show several cups of Saghert and Cream atop the tray.
"My favorite, how did you know?!" Dorothea asked, shocked that someone as high up would know a lowly commoner's taste in food like herself.
"I'm the archbishop of this academy, and as such it's part of my duty to learn all the likes and dislikes of our students, so as to make this a place of safety and comfort for them. That way they can acclimate much easier to their new living environment, as many students sometimes have trouble getting used to the monastery." Rhea responded, blowing her tea for a few seconds before going in for a sip. "Mmm~ absolutely divine." She whispered, placing the cup down on its small plate.
Dorothea, not wanting to be rude, copied the archbishop's actions and took a sip of the tea, letting out a small contented moan by how delicious it tasted, before setting the tea cup down. "Divine indeed, archbishop. Thank you for your kindness."
"Please, my child, no need for any formalities right now. In my quarters, I am simply Rhea. I implore that you refer to me as such while we are here." Rhea said, getting another anxious look from the songstress.
"O-Oh, I don't know if I could do that. You're the archbishop of the Church of Seiros, and I'm-"
"A very important person, not only in this academy, but in the path of life. Please, it would mean the world to me if you could call me by my name. I don't offer this opportunity to everybody, Dorothea, so please take advantage of it while you can." Rhea interrupted, giving her another smile.
Dorothea slowly nodded, gripping the edges of her skirt as she replied, "Okay…R-Rhea."
"Thank you, Dorothea." Rhea said to the songstress, taking another sip of her tea while they both sat there silently.
Dorothea began thinking to herself while sipping her tea at the same time, 'Geez, as nice as this is, I can't stop being so nervous! Maybe I'm just overreacting and maybe my name got pulled out of a hat for the archbishop to spend time with a student or something. Perhaps all of this is just in an innocent tea party and nothing bad will-'
"So, Dorothea, how close are you to Professor Byleth?" Rhea asked, causing the songstress to spit out her tea onto the floor.
"PFFFFBT! W-W-What?! T-The professor?! Oh, he's just that! A professor, and nothing else to me! Nope, not a thing other than that, and all we have is a completely innocent teacher-student relationship with nothing else going on behind closed doors! Hahahaha!" Dorothea explained, trying her best to fake a nonchalant laugh and pulling out all her thespian training that she had gathered over the years.
Unfortunately for her, it seemed that Rhea wasn't entirely buying her words. "Hmm, is that so? Interesting." She said, taking a quiet sip of tea, while continuing to stare at the supposedly innocent songstress. "I suppose what you're saying must be true because…you would never lie to the archbishop herself, right? Why, that would be tantamount to sacrilege and be a one-way ticket to a horrible afterlife. After all, as I'm sure you know Dorothea, the goddess doesn't take kindly to liars. They have a nasty disposition for their pants, or skirts in your case, to catch fire in many cases." The archbishop tittered, seeing the girl begin to sweat bullets.
"R-Right, of course, I knew that. B-But I assure you, Rhea, that professor Byleth and I have a professional relationship, and n-nothing more." Dorothea said, feeling a few drops of sweat drip from her brow. "W-Wow, is it hot in here, or is it just me? Hahaha!" She forced another laugh, fanning her face with her hand as she tried to look away from the intense gaze of the archbishop. 'Relax, Dorothea, play it cool! I'm sure these are just normal questions that Rhea asks her students if they seem a bit too close to their professors. B-Besides, it's not like she could actually know about Byleth and I's sexual relationship…right?'
Rhea took another loud sip from her cup, watching the songstress carefully. "Do you believe in ghosts, Dorothea?"
"E-Excuse me, ghosts? Um, well, I don't really have any definitive proof that they either exist or don't exist. I've always heard rumors of phantoms roaming around our opera studio, but I have never seen one myself, if that's what you're asking." Dorothea replied, biting her lip and wondered just where the archbishop was going with this.
Smiling, Rhea placed her cup down as she poured herself some more from the kettle right beside her. "Well, it's just that I heard some rather interesting news from some of the guards that were patrolling last night. Apparently, according to some eyewitnesses, they heard ghostly wails coming from somewhere near the dormitories, but as soon as they went to investigate, they miraculously disappeared. Strangely enough, as soon as they all dispersed back to their outposts, the wails returned, causing them to rush back. But every time they came back, the moans always ceased and they never caught sight of any such ghosts. Soon, the knights just got tired of searching and listened to the wails, as if entranced by how lovely and harmonious they sounded, almost as if…it was a songstress that was making them." She finished, sipping her tea and watched the sweat bullets increase and come pouring down the girl's face. "So, Dorothea…where were you last night exactly?"
Dorothea gulped nervously, quickly coming up with an excuse, as she responded, "I-I was…sleeping in my room, like a good girl. Yes, I was fast asleep when these…g-ghostly wails were coming from the professor's room."
"…Oh? I never mentioned where exactly the wails were taking place. I only said that they were taking place near the dormitories, Dorothea. How odd that you could know exactly where the wails took place when you just said that you were asleep…like a good girl, correct?" Rhea pointed out, tilting her head and stared deeply at the songstress in front of her with a penetrative look. She held back a laugh at seeing the girl freeze in shock at ousting herself accidentally. "Why, Dorothea, you look as pale as a ghost! Fufufu, maybe I should make you sing and see if any of the guards recognize your lovely voice." The archbishop let out an almost sinister giggle as she smiled at Dorothea.
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"…Please don't fire the professor! It was me, all me! I'm the one that seduced him, okay! It's all my fault and I'm the one that snuck into his room, so he's not to blame for my…my sins! Byleth is a good man and he shouldn't be punished for something that a stupid commoner girl did like me! So please…please Lady Rhea, I beg you, please don't fire Byleth. If anything…you can kick me out of the academy, just so someone can be punished. Just please, leave him out of this." Dorothea confessed, standing up from her seat as she gave the archbishop a defying glare.
Rhea simply sat there and smiled at how defensive and protective Dorothea had become over Byleth, which brought joy to her heart and could see how much the songstress cared for the professor. "You truly love him, don't you?"
"With all my heart!" Dorothea stated, slamming her hand into her chest. "I love him and he loves me and nothing will ever come between us!"
"Oh, is that so? Well, then even if I were to punish either one of you, it would all be in vain, I suppose. Going against such a powerful love is usually a fruitless endeavor, no matter who the victor is in the end." Rhea said, confusing Dorothea. "Very well, you've convinced me. No chastisement or punishment will be incurred onto you or the professor, even though what you are doing is wrong and immoral…but who am I to judge such things?" She finished with a light titter, which confused the songstress even more.
"W-Wait, that's it? Really? Wow…I honestly thought you were going to kick me out after I said what I said." Dorothea said, sighing a heavy breath of relief.
"If you like then, I suppose I can kick you out if that's what you prefer. Unless you want to stop looking the gift-horse in the mouth and just be happy with the outcome." Rhea joked, making the songstress wave her hands in front of her face with a nervous look.
"N-No, that won't be necessary, Lady Rhea, hahaha! I'm just…shocked at how understanding you are about the whole thing is all." Dorothea replied, taking another seat as she reached for her cup of tea again.
"Well, that's because I know what it's like to have sex with the professor and hide it from everyone, that's why." Rhea giggled, sipping her tea.
Dorothea joined the archbishop in a fit of giggles, drinking from her tea cup, "Oh haha, now that makes-PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFBT," before spitting her tea out again from the pure shock by what she just heard. "W-W-WHAT?! WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY?!" She screamed, dropping her cup onto the floor, causing it to crack and break into tiny pieces.
"I said that the professor and I have gotten into all kinds of sexual adventures, while trying to keep it a secret from everyone else. That's why I can sympathize with you, because I get where you're coming from Dorothea: the struggle of a forbidden love. Truth be told, that's really why I wanted to talk to you, to explain and talk about the new arrangements we'll have to decide upon. After all, there's only one Byleth and he can't be in two places at once, so we'll have to make a schedule and create times about when exactly he can sexually please us." Rhea explained, pulling out a chalkboard from the side of the room, while Dorothea sat there with her jaw dropped and her eyes as wide as the plates on their table.
"…So…the professor has been cheating on me?" Dorothea croaked, her voice breaking.
"No, of course not. Byleth was sleeping with me first way before you confessed your feelings to him. In fact, just today he felt so guilty about technically cheating on the both of us, that he confessed to me and he was hellbent on telling you too. At least until I somewhat managed to convince him to let me tell you. Luckily he managed to sense that I wanted to be the one to explain everything to you." Rhea clarified, tapping some of the chalk on the board as she turned to the songstress, "Now what are some of your free periods, Dorothea?"
"HOW ARE YOU NOT ANGRY RIGHT NOW?! Byleth he…he slept with another woman, ME! And you're not upset? Furious? Pissed off?! How can you act so nonchalant about all of this like it's no big deal?" Dorothea exclaimed, throwing her hands in the air as she rushed to the archbishop and knocked the chalk out of her hand. "You should be angry! At him! And at me! So…so why aren't you mad?!"
Rhea frowned at seeing the chalk she had be slapped out of her hand and roll to the opposite side of the room. Sighing, she shook her head, "Now this is why I wanted to be the one to talk to you. I figured you'd overreact about this whole dilemma and not let Byleth get a word in. The truth of the matter is this: Byleth has been chosen by the goddess himself to form a harem. That's why he slept with you and myself, to garner a mass of gorgeous women to please her."
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"...I'm sorry, I must be mishearing what you're saying. So what you're telling me, is that the GODDESS herself has chosen our professor…to build himself a harem…for the goddess? That's what you're choosing to believe? Really? Did someone spike the ceremonial wine at church today, or have you gone completely nuts?" Dorothea said, shaking her head at the utter nonsense she was hearing. However, she perhaps should have chosen her words better, as she saw a dark and irritated look cross over the once kind face of the archbishop.
"Don't EVER speak such insulting words about our goddess, Dorothea, is that understood? I will not stand idly by while such blasphemy takes place in front of my eyes, even if it is coming from the mouth of one of my students. You may not choose to believe this, but I have proof." Rhea began pulling her dress off as soon as she was done speaking, making the songstress blush and cover her eyes at seeing the naked body of the archbishop. "Look at my body, Dorothea! Do not turn away, lest I wrench my hands from your eyes myself and force you to gaze upon it."
Slowly, and reluctantly, Dorothea peeked her eyes open, staring at the surprisingly gorgeous and curvaceous body of the archbishop. 'Goddess…she's the most beautiful woman I've ever seen.' The songstress gawked, taking great pleasure in gazing upon the voluptuous body of Rhea. She gulped loudly, feeling her pussy twitch and glisten, and felt her crotch burn with desire as her eyes refused to look away from the emerald-haired woman in front of her. As her heart rate increased, her crotch burned even more, causing her to moan and cover her crotch with her hands, pushing up against her skirt as she fell to her knees. "W-What's happening to me?" Dorothea breathed out, gasping for air as sweat dripped down her face and her pussy couldn't stop leaking juices from between her legs.
"Look up at me, Dorothea, and you will see the reason why." Rhea explained, pointing to her own naked and bare crotch with her fingers. She saw the songstress slowly pull her head up and saw her eyes widen at the Crest of Flames mark that was tattooed to her crotch.
"W-What is that? Why would the archbishop have a crest tattooed to her crotch?!" Dorothea asked, shocked overriding her voice.
"This is the mark of the goddess herself, given to me because I gave my heart, body, and soul to the professor. Though we laid with each other many times before today, it finally formed after we confessed our mutual love for each other. I can see my words anger you, but fret not, Byleth truly does care for you, but he is simply being guided by the goddess as she has clearly taken a liking to you as well." Rhea enlightened the young songstress, whom was still ridden with confusion and frustration.
"Well what kind of goddess would do this and mark her followers like that?!" Dorothea shouted, moaning as she felt her crotch burn again.
Rhea lowered herself, petting the head of the songstress as she continued explaining, "The mark is a painless process, if that's what you're afraid of. What you're feeling right now isn't the mark forming, but your own inner desire burning forth as your body craves to be touched by Byleth once again." She heard soft coos of enjoyment coming from Dorothea's mouth, which brought a smile to her face. "I know you're upset, and you have every right to be, but like myself you have been chosen for a higher purpose. In fact, the next steps I can't do without your help, Dorothea."
"…But I'm just a worthless commoner. Why would the goddess want someone like me?" Dorothea cried, her eyes pooling with tears as her body trembled.
Rhea's expression softened, seeing the songstress begin to break down in tears. She lowered herself next to Dorothea and pulled the young girl into her arms, letting her sob quietly. "I know you probably think I'm crazy, but I promise you that there is a plan in place for you. The goddess would never do any of this to hurt someone as delicate as you. You are one of her prized children after all, which is why she chose you in the first place. Allow me to show you." The archbishop titled the songstress' head up, seeing her tear-filled eyes staring back at her, and gently pushed her lips to the young girl.
Dorothea's eyes widened when she felt Rhea kiss her lips, not sure whether to pull away or deepen it. All she knew was that the archbishop's lips were even softer than she imagined, and her passionate embrace made her feel so warm and safe. Her eyes slowly blinked shut, giving herself to the kiss, tilting her head to allow Rhea's tongue to plunge itself deeper in their conjoined mouths. The two ladies moaned obscenely, knocking over a few of the delicacies off the table as Rhea pulled the songstress up and laid her on it rather roughly. But Dorothea didn't care as she felt the archbishop's soft, but powerful, hands reach under her uniform and fondle her large breasts.
"AOOooooooooOoo!" The songstress wailed softly, unsure of how far she wanted to take this thing between the archbishop and herself. "Rhea…w-wait. I don't know about this." She whispered, seeing the kind gaze of the emerald-haired woman look back at her as she laid kisses on her neck. Dorothea sucked in a breath, moaning as Rhea started sucking on the side of her neck, as one of her hands trailed down her stomach and dove underneath her skirt towards her crotch.
"Oh? No underwear, huh? It looks like someone was rather eager for another round with the professor. Or, perhaps a little songstress wanted to seduce the devout archbishop and decided that wearing no panties would be far too alluring to pass up, hmm?" Rhea chuckled, licking the girl's neck, while caressing her crotch and sensing the mark that had formed upon it. "As I thought, you are one of the goddess' chosen, my child, which means that you will help us herald in a new dynasty…a new family. You may not believe that you are worthy, but I will show you that you are indeed worthy of the goddess' love!" She whispered to the songstress, fingering her pussy while she embraced her in another kiss.
Dorothea could only lie there and moan, her body being completely dominated by Rhea's sexual onslaught of moves. 'Is this how the professor must've felt under her touch? No wonder he couldn't resist her advances and found himself entangled in her affections. Rhea's tongue…her fingers…her breasts…everything about her is too perfect that I can't get enough of her, just like how I feel about Byleth. I can't resist her, like I can't resist him. I want…I want…more.' One of her hands moved away from gripping the edges of the table and moved to reach around and grab the archbishop's ass, while the other cupped a handful of Rhea's divine bosom, making the emerald-haired woman moan from her touch.
"Mmm~! So you've finally come to play now, have you? Very good. It would've been boring had I been the only one to have any fun." Rhea laughed, moving to undress Dorothea out of her uniform. She giggled by how eager the brown-haired girl seemed to be as she quickly removed her clothing and tossed it somewhere across the room. Before the young girl could toss her hat, Rhea grabbed ahold of it, and decided in the moment to put it on top of her emerald-haired head. "Well, how do I look?" She teased, striking a pose.
Dorothea gulped with a blush on her face, answering honestly, "So beautiful that I want to ride your gorgeous face and cream all over it."
Rhea threw her head back and laughed from the songstress' honest reply. "Ahahahahaha! Well now, that can be arranged, assuming you're willing to comply with my requests." She saw Dorothea squirm and look away, seemingly deliberating her choices as she stood in front of the archbishop. "Choose wisely now. As kind as the goddess is, there are no do-overs…unless she wills it so that is." She giggled, pointing to the young girl's crotch,
The songstress looked down towards her crotch, her eyes widening by seeing an exact replica of the mark that Rhea had just above her own. "How did…t-that wasn't there this morning! When did it get there?!"
"The mark of the goddess isn't always instantaneous. Sometimes it takes time to form, judging off the mindset of either the master, in this case Byleth, as well as the servant, which is you and I currently. Whatever the case may be in this particular instance, you have been chosen, Dorothea to help herald in a new dawn. Whether you accept or however, is your choice to make. So, as I said before, choose wisely." Rhea said, taking off the black cap and placed it back on the young songstress' head.
Dorothea blushed, using the hat to cover her face as she stared downwards at the mark that had emblazoned itself on her crotch. 'I can't believe the goddess herself thinks I'm good enough to be in her harem, as crazy as that sounds. I still have my doubts about this whole harem thing, but…I'd be lying if I said I wasn't at least a little bit curious.' She cleared her throat a couple of times, moving her hat out of her eyes and tilting it back to the side on her brown hair. "S-So, hypothetically, if I do agree to this, what are the benefits? I-If there are any, and it doesn't cause the goddess to smite me for asking something so rude." The songstress asked, meekly looking up towards the ceiling, while mumbling a quiet prayer to the goddess for forgiveness in case she had offended Her.
Chuckling under breath, Rhea was glad to elaborate on the subject if it meant that the songstress would join the goddess' harem. "While I shouldn't have to tell you that serving a goddess is the greatest honor in the world, I suppose I shouldn't be surprised that a goddess' favor is not all you'd like in return for your generous service. Every person who is inducted into the harem are granted with the mark you see on your body, which back in the times when the goddess roamed the land, meant that gifts from citizens of thousands of towns would be given to those select individuals in the hopes of earning blessings from the goddess. It was tradition back in those days, and in their minds, if they earned the favor of the women who laid with the goddess, then surely they would earn at least some kind of boon from the goddess herself."
"And did they get anything in return?" Dorothea asked, not sure about how she felt about commoners begging for help from a goddess that, if actually benevolent, should have helped them without having to be bribed.
"Well, the answer in most cases would be yes, she did help those who truly needed it. However, not everyone's desires were so benign, as many people asked for the goddess for help in battles or wars to turn the tide in their favor. Those kinds of wants were one of the few things that the goddess would never grant, as it meant that she would have to use her army to induce a slaughter upon the very people who worshipped her. While all were upset, many understood her reluctance, but there were a few select individuals who…were not as understanding." A dark look crossed over the archbishop's face once again, causing a jolt of fear to crawl up the songstress' spine. Seeing that she had begun scaring the young girl, Rhea started to smile again. "…But those were in the minority, as millions of people loved the goddess with all her heart, which went doubly for the saints."
"Saints? Oh, like Saint Seiros, right?" Dorothea asked, getting a slow nod from the archbishop.
"…Yes, especially Saint Seiros." Rhea responded with a somber tone, before shaking her head and dispelling such sad thoughts. "Ahem, well, that was at least one such advantage to being a part of the goddess' chosen. A big one at that, but if you want, I can list all the other various benefits there are in joining the goddess' harem."
"No, that's fine. Maybe we can go over all that stuff another day, if I do decide to play along with the goddess' whims. I don't know, it's just…crazy to think how sex-crazy the goddess turned out to be. Here I thought She was the very embodiment of chastity and purity, including you, but I guess that turned out wrong in both cases. …Err, no offense, Lady Rhea." Dorothea apologized docilely, making sure not to offend the archbishop with her callous words.
However, Rhea nodded understandably with a smile, as she responded kindly, "This is a lot to take in, so there is no need to make a decision right away. All I wanted to do was show you how wonderful it would feel to become a part of the goddess' chosen. If you do intend to rescind your right to join, then your heart will tell the goddess, and she will take away your mark and you can go back to your normal day-to-day life."
'…But what if I hated my normal life? Ugh, would this be so bad, joining the goddess' weird harem thingy? I mean, sure I would probably just be a plaything, but Byleth has shown he cares about, aside from the goddess' desires. I won't believe that it was only the goddess' lust that made the professor accept my confession. I could feel it all from his kisses, his touch, his seed in my womb, that he cares for me truly, even if it does sound insane if I say it out loud. While I don't know what the future will bring…as long as I'm by Byleth's side, would that truly be so bad?' Dorothea wondered to herself, biting her lip while gripping her hands into fists at her sides. Finally, she didn't want to think anymore, and she heaved a heavy sigh, looking to the archbishop with a determined stare. "…Very well, I accept. I still think this is all crazy, but…I'm willing to at least try."
Rhea's face lit up with an overjoyed expression, wrapping the songstress up in her arms in a joyful hug. "Oh, praise be! Do not fret, Dorothea, I know the goddess will bless us with her generosity and love, as she did in the old days. That, I have no doubt in my mind."
Grunting a bit from the surprisingly strong hug from the archbishop, Dorothea let out a struggled laugh as she said, "From the way you talk about it all, it almost sounds like you there back then."
"Heh…yes, how quaint it would be if that were true." Rhea replied, fighting back the sadness in her voice as she forced a smile on her face, letting the girl back down on the ground. "Well, you and I have much preparations to do if we are to assist the goddess in her plan." She said, moving to grab the chalk that the songstress had rudely slapped out of her hand a little while ago.
Dorothea, confused, raised her eyebrow with a perplexed expression on her face. "Plan? What plan does she have in store for us to do?"
Moving back to the chalkboard with the piece of chalk in hand, Rhea spanked the songstress' bubbly butt, making Dorothea shriek in both shock and pleasure from the sudden slap, while tittering excitedly. "Why, isn't it obvious? We're going to help Byleth make a harem, of course!" She responded gleefully, much to the confusion of the young commoner.
"Who would we even get for Byleth's-…oh." Dorothea stopped, finally understanding what the archbishop wanted her to help the two of them achieve. "…You don't mean-"
Rhea interrupted, far too excited to keep her mouth quiet any longer. "Mmhmm! Indeed I do, who else would be perfect for Byleth, and the goddess herself, then beautifully devout women in this very monastery, such as your classmates. It makes the most sense after all, and with you acting as liaison between Byleth and his students, then it will take little to no time to convince them how wonderful he is. Not to mention how fulfilling it will be to surrender their bodies to the goddess and feel how filling it is serve Her, as well as Byleth."
"Umm…I don't know if-" Once again, the songstress was stopped mid-conversation, but this time it was because she found her lips being pressed by the archbishop's own. Unconsciously swooning, Dorothea wrapped her arms behind the back of Rhea's neck, embracing their naked bodies together as one. They enjoyed the feeling of each other's tongues and bodies for a few moments before the archbishop pulled away with a smug smirk.
"Are there any more objections, Ms. Songstress?" Rhea teased, getting a blushed response from the girl in question. She giggled seeing how cute Dorothea looked and understood why both Byleth and her mother would want her in both body and soul.
"…N-No, ma'am." Dorothea replied humbly, slowly nodding her head as her blush deepened.
Rhea was happy to hear that, letting the girl go, and allowed her to take a seat by the table. Using the chalk, she drew up a list of possible candidates for their next induction into the goddess' chosen, both from her own recollection of the female students and from Dorothea's help, as well as her preferences. Seeing quite an astounding list of people in question, the archbishop turned to the songstress with an excited smile. "Well then, where should we begin?"
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAND THAT'S A WRAP! Another goddamned longass chapter is done and over with. *whistles* I seriously do not know how to hold back sometimes. I mean, SHEEEEEESH, this damn chapter was almost 30,000 words! But I guess that happens when you try to involve 2 full smut scenes, with a little lime scene at the end. But hey, TOTALLY WORTH IT! Rhea deserves some good smut, so I just had to deliver. As for Baeleth, I really like her too, and the whole twincest angle was too good to pass up. Again, my apologies if that isn't your thing. Either way, I hope I did a good job on handling all the different sex scenes.
Also, as you can see, from the ending of this chapter, the harem train is going FULL STEAM AHEAD! I already have the next pairing for the following chapter, which will either be, as I said before: CatherinexBylethxShamir or BylethxHilda, since I like these pairings. I also would like to write some BylethxEdelgard or BylethxIngrid, but I want Edelgard to stew for a bit longer while she figures out her emotions. As for Ingrid, I'll have Dorothea whittle her down, seeing as how it's plainly obvious that the songstress has a thing for her, which Rhea will definitely take advantage of.
Now, I tried my best not to make anyone too OOC, as that is always my goal. However, I will admit I'm taking a lot of liberties in order to justify how I'm writing this smutty harem fic. So believe me, I get if some of you feel that some of the characters aren't 100% their canon selves, but again, I am trying my best in order to deliver you all satisfying harem smut. Does it always work? Sometimes, but I will still always try my best to give you all some hot and sexy scenes with our favorite FE characters.
Also, I let some little cookie trails, some subtle and others not so subtle, about how some of the other female students feel about our professor. I'm sure most of you caught wind of that, so let me know what you think and if you're excited to see future chapters with them, or any of your other favorite waifus, even if they're side characters. For instance, I would just LOVE to write some BylethxJudith one of these days. That woman is just MILFY power and I wish she was playable. But alas, just like Rhea, she is only an NPC…*sigh*
Anyhoo, if you liked this chapter and you want to see more, then please FAVORITE, FOLLOW, AND REVIEEEEEEEW! The reviews always make my day and make me excited to write more, so I would really appreciate it if some of you could leave some comments, even if it's just, 'Good job!' or 'Awesome stuff!' or 'Bro, what's with all the boobjobs? What about some assjobs or thighjobs too?!' or whatever haha. Constructive criticism is also welcome as well.
