Random futa things

by Jokiba

Just as the title says pure smut

116. Let Bygones be Byleths

Let Bygones be Byleths

DraceDomino

Summary:

After their little spat during their B support, Mercedes and Annette need some help getting along. Thankfully, their teacher knows just the thing to encourage them to get along: her big ol' dick.

Notes:

(See the end of the work for notes.)

Chapter 1

Chapter Text

Let Bygones Be Byleths

-by Drace Domino

Byleth's footsteps were focused and swift upon the stone floor of the Garreg Mach monastery, forcing Mercedes to hustle if she wanted to keep up with her. It was clear that her professor was upset about something and that only brought all of Mercedes' most sensitive tendencies to the surface, making the sweet, fair-haired girl fret as she padded along. Nearly tripping over her own two feet, more than once almost bumping into another student or guard, Mercedes was only barely able to keep up with her stern but fair professor as she gently spoke up.

"Uhm...uh...professor?" Mercedes' voice was always a whisper, even when she was speaking as loud as she could. Her tone was almost comically sweet and delightful, a perfect fit within the halls of a monastery. "W...Where are we going, professor? Oh no, am...am I in trouble? Oh, I'm sorry I didn't perform very well at choir practice yesterday! It's just that I've had a lot on my mind and--"

Mercedes stopped talking when Byleth came to a sudden halt, turned to look at the blonde with a deadpan, flat look, and then proceeded once more. It was a simple gesture and almost inexcusably rude, silencing the younger woman with but a single, bare glance. Rude, but effective, and when Byleth started walking once more Mercedes was swift to join her. If anything, she was shuffling even faster now and doing a better job of keeping up.

Through the halls, past the dorm and the cathedral, Byleth led Mercedes outside to the east wing of Garreg Mach. For a moment, the girl wondered if they were heading to the training grounds in order to improve her skills, but sure enough Byleth continued moving right past it. She was a woman determined - her hands balled into lightly-gripped fists, her attention focused on the path ahead. She wholesale ignored Caspar when he tried to talk to her, and when Ferdinand stepped up to try to greet and charm the profession, she simply pressed a palm to his face and shoved him away.

Needless to say, it only made Mercedes all the more nervous. Within her plain and unflattering dress, Mercedes pulled her arms around her slender figure and gave a tiny tremble. She had been intimidated by her professor in the past, sure - almost all of the students had the same experience. But this? This was different. She was feeling a bit like Bernadette as they finally started to near the faculty dorms, specifically that of the school's newest professor herself. It was only then, a half-dozen feet before the entrance to her quarters that Byleth finally spun on a heel and spoke. Voice firm, gaze focused, and hands resting idly on her hips as she stared Mercedes into a puddle of nervous student.

"I've decided that things between you and Annette need intervention." Byleth spoke simply, quirking a brow as she stared at the other. "I've given you a few days now to work through it, but that isn't satisfactory. It needs fixed. Now."

"A...Annette?" Even the name of her old, dear friend made Mercedes' tummy twist into a knot. She pressed her hands against her belly as Byleth confronted her - apparently, they made more of a scene than she thought, if her professor knew about it. "Professor, I...I know Annette and I had an argument, but...but she was so headstrong in confronting those men. I can't possibly be all right with her risking her life for me like that!"

"Get over it. Make up." Byleth clicked her tongue to the roof of her mouth, and took a sharp, deep breath as she only barely restrained her patience. "I need you both for our mission at the end of this month. You're a critical part of our team, Mercedes, and Annette is...uh…" Byleth tapped her chin, looking confused for a few brief seconds. "...a...healer...or maybe a magic user, or...dancer...whatever. I haven't decided what to do with her yet, but that isn't the point. The point is, I need you both at your best and I can't let some childish argument ruin your rapport with one another."

Mercedes swallowed nervously, her throat tightening and the corners of her eyes dampening. She was a sensitive soul, and being confronted by her professor over the argument she had with her best friend? It was a difficult burden to carry. When she tried to speak once more her voice came out as barely a soft squeak, though thankfully Byleth wasn't asking her to talk. Instead, the blue-haired professor gestured to the door to her quarters and spoke up once more.

"Step inside. I'm going to talk to you and Annette personally. I will assist you in working through your argument."

Instantly, Mercedes' eyes lit up and any trace of tears vanished. As fragile as she was in regards to the professor's authority, it was undeniable that the older woman had the best interest of her students at heart. Byleth might not be the friendliest woman at Garreg Mach, but...she could certainly get things done. And if she said she could get Mercedes and Annette back on speaking terms, then it was only a matter of time!

With a spring in her step, Mercedes hopped forward as Byleth suggested. With her delicate fingers she grasped the handle of the door leading in, and looked casually over her shoulder as she spoke in a beautiful, blushing tone.

"Oh, professor, thank you so much!" Mercedes' voice was almost saccharine sweet, her shoulders lifting into an adorable shrug and her cheeks presenting themselves as pinchably cute. The blonde was nothing but wholesome - which made the knowledge of what waited for her inside all the more wickedly delightful for her teacher. "I can't wait to make up with my Annie, she--"

Before Mercedes could say too much, Byleth slipped behind her and closed a hand around her mouth. The blonde was left standing in the doorway, braced against her teacher, eyes wide as she stared at what was waiting for her.

"Professor…? Is...is that you?"

Annette was a gloriously tiny, adorable thing - the perfect companion to the tall, slender Mercedes. Her tiny frame was small-chested and narrow, and at the moment every inch of the girl was firmly on display. Sitting squarely in a wooden chair in the center of Professor Byleth's room, Annete was stripped naked and bound to the furniture in thick, soft rope. Thighs were spread, knees were lifted and tied to the armrests, and Annette's hands were forced behind the back of the chair, tethered in ropes that made a criss-cross pattern across her flat, adorable chest. Capping it off was a blindfold made of a Black Eagles school sash - the colors both girls had proudly worn ever since transferring to Byleth's class.

"Yes, Annette, it's me." Byleth responded just over Mercedes shoulder, but then drew her lips to the back of the blonde's ear. She whispered low and gentle, determined to keep Annette in the dark as to who now stood watching. "You stand. You watch. If you say anything before I tell you to...I'm failing you."

And with that, Byleth closed the door to her quarters, released her grasp around Mercedes' mouth, and stepped further into the room.

The teamwork seminar had officially begun.

Thankfully, Annette didn't know the sound of Mercedes flopping to her knees by heart. The primary healer of the Black Eagles slid slowly down to the floor, her back pressed against the closed door and a hand clutching her heart as she watched. That...that was her Annie! From the looped red pigtails to the tender, bare body, to the sweet, innocent voice that called out while she fidgeted back and forth within her bindings.

"W-Whew! Glad to hear it, professor!" Annette looked from side to side, eyes covered thoroughly by the blindfold. "I was starting to think you forgot about me! Silly, huh?"

"Very silly." Byleth's voice was almost...playful, as she stepped between the two and moved a hand forward. Her bare fingers dashed across the top of one of Annette's bound legs, drifting around her thigh, walking fingers across the rope so she could caress a bit of that smooth, feminine flesh. In response Annette wiggled her toes and whimpered, but even from her vantage point Mercedes could see excitement flush upon her cheeks as she gave a nervous, giddy swallow. The delight riding on Annette built all the higher as Byleth continued to caress her, from sweet touches over her slender belly to a sharp, sudden pinch at a sensitive nipple set atop a barely-existent breast. Byleth's voice came riding along a soft chuckle as she finished toying with the girl by teasing one of her pigtails, hooking a finger atop the red loop and gently twisting it from side to side. "Tell me, Annette. What would you like more than anything right now?"

The blush that crossed Annette's face was a surprise to Mercedes, but nowhere near as much as her words.

"I...I'd like...for you to...uhm…" Annette, as innocent as ever and with a trembling gulp rolling through her. "P-Put it...inside of me...please, professor?"

Byleth simply rose a finger and pressed it underneath Annette's chin, lifting her head up slightly so she could study the girl's parted, whimpering lips. Her tiny student had been such a delight to train, and the knowledge that her best friend would soon be brought into the same lesson plan filled the professor with a level of satisfaction she could barely describe. Being a teacher was so very, very fulfilling.

"Of course." Byleth finally acquiesced, and a hand moved to the level of her skirt. "Prepare yourself, as best you are able."

When Byleth began to undress, she made it a point to turn to face Mercedes the entire time. Her piercing blue gaze focused on the trembling blonde against the door as the layers of her jacket and skirt fell away, falling to the floor with a heavy thud. Mercedes' throat tightened and she was left with little more than quivering whimpers from the back of her throat, eyes widening as the inches of her professor's flesh became exposed. A toned, fit figure with full, impressive breasts. Powerful arms leading into an imposing pair of shoulders, all the better to lift herself with presence and authority. And as the skirt fell away leaving Byleth wearing only her thigh-high floral stockings, Mercedes saw the true teaching implement of her professor.

Byleth held a finger to her lips, silently reminding Mercedes that her quiet was demanded in the moment, even under the presence of her enormous cock. The thing dangled down between her thighs making for a starting presence framed by the fancy stockings - a powerful presence beset on both sides by delicate glamor. When Byleth turned to face Annette again she slammed a hand underneath one of the chair's arm rests, and with a quick tug forced it to screech across the ground - just so Mercedes would get a better view.

"Ahhh…!" Annette gasped as she was suddenly jostled, her pigtails bouncing far more than her flat breasts ever could. In the closer proximity Mercedes could see the heavy blush on her friend's cheeks that she typically only wore in the presence of a boy she was crushing on - a hue that now belonged to the professor that was so kind to give them a stern education. Byleth's hands moved down to caress along Annette's shoulders and past her tiny chest, teasing those miraculously stiff nipples until the girl's whine reached a fevered pitch. "P...Professorrrr…"

Byleth's smile grew, and her cock flopped forward to rest atop Annette's lap. She did it not just for the redhead's benefit but for Mercedes as well - it was good for the sweet, faithful girl to witness just how far her teacher's cock would go inside of her best friend. Byleth's girth looked like it'd be a strain for even a woman larger than herself, and to go along with that heavy width the thing laid well past Annette's belly button. It looked so enormous in comparison to the svelte girl that Mercedes very nearly called out to put a stop to it before her professor hurt her friend, but she quickly silenced herself and leaned back against the door, watching with ever-widening eyes.

Byleth said nothing as she peeled her hips back and allowed her tip to fall into place, pressed against the soft, pink entrance of the younger woman. The rapidly-increasing breathing from Annette was a clear sign that she was bracing herself for impact, and it was something she absolutely needed to do considering the girth that was moving to fill her. One inch, two inches, three inches...and the head of Byleth's cock had only barely disappeared inside of her. Annette was already writhing, squirming in her seat and rolling her head from side to side, toes wiggling and fingers gripping against the ropes that were so fiercely binding her. Blindfolded, tied, strapped to a chair and presented for her professor's pleasure...and all of it underneath the unblinking gaze of the girl she grew up with.

"Ohhh, y-yes, Professor, it's...oh, it's so...ahh…" Annette could scarcely contain her excitement, even with merely half of Byleth's impressive length stuffed inside. "Y...You're...p-please...please make my little hole...happy…"

"You've been hungrier than usual, Annette." Byleth finally spoke, her motions measured and controlled. She hadn't shoved her entire cock inside of Annette yet, but she was moving swiftly back and forth, thrusting into the girl with merely half her girth. Her hands continued to sweep across her, praising the girl's magnificent tiny body with her touch, keeping her distracted from the strain and focused on the pleasure. "Something must be bothering you to require so many private tutoring sessions."

Annette would've answered, but it was at that point that Byleth finally offered her the entirety of her cock. With a swift shift forward, she slammed her hips against Annette's lap and drove her length into the girl's depths, making her voice suddenly squeak and crack and forcing her to convulse atop her chair. Underneath Mercedes shocked gaze Annette's belly bulged from the impact, only to soften briefly and then snap right back out again.

Professor Byleth was using Annette as a cherished, snug cocksleeve...and she was proud to show off the display to the trembling girl in the corner.

And the other one just over her shoulder.

"My my, look how she struggles." Sothis' voice was only for Byleth, as was the sight of that tiny, floating green-haired girl. Sothis darted back and forth to gaze over the shoulders of her host, watching as Annette flinched and trembled and bulged with dick. "You're going to break her if you're not careful. What will the archbishop have to say about that?"

Silence from Byleth. There was always silence from Byleth when there were others in the room - even if both of them were intensely distracted.

"Not that it matters, I suppose. Not after what you did with her two days past." Sothis lifted a hand to tap her chin, nose scrunching up in a thoughtful position. "This...all seems so familiar. Was I endowed as you were? I'm certainly not right now, but it's...it's something fleeting. I can almost grasp the memory…" As was often the case with Sothis, difficult questions and fleeting memories were quick to be dismissed with a wave of her hand, and a chiding voice at the back of Byleth's head. "Well, at any rate, it's good to see you're enjoying yourself. Such stress you've been under these past few weeks, it pleases me that your students are willing to give you such joy."

Again, silence, though Byleth made a point to turn to face the trembling Mercedes. She made full eye contact with the girl as she slammed into Annette particularly hard - sharp and swift enough to force the chair's feet briefly off the floor, and hard enough to leave Annette drooling from the sides of her mouth across her flat, smooth chest. Byleth was indeed lucky to have students so willing to service her, even if Mercedes was still piecing it together.

"You so often leave me wondering, you confusing fool." Sothis continued her favorite past time, gently ribbing her host while offering her teasing, almost flirtatious praise. "Would you make a sleeve of me, were my body physical in this world of yours?" A soft pause, and then a sharp laugh. "Ha! I should very much like to see you try...I might even allow it, were you to earn my affection."

That playful promise was the last Sothis chimed in for the moment, and her words were enough to assist the grip of Annette's pussy in driving Byleth over the edge. With a grunt of desire the teacher slammed forward one more mighty time, and while Annette's climactic voice filled the room around them Byleth's member pulsed, surged, throbbed, and unleashed an impactul torrent of cream. The swinging of her sack, the bulge of Annette's belly, the sweat clinging to both women...Mercedes saw it all. And by that point, she had crawled from the door to kneel just a foot away from the whole scene, watching with eyes that had barely blinked.

"P...Pro...fessssss...hnnng…" Annette quivered. Her body was left with spastic aftershocks, from wiggling toes to twitching thighs, to a few times jumping within her bindings so hard that it jostled the chair. She only barely managed to straighten her neck and lift her head, staring against the cloth of her blindfold to where she surmised her teacher to be. "S...so...pussy's so...f-full…"

"Then perhaps a friend to assist you in cleaning up?" Byleth spoke without a trace of hesitation, waiting for just that moment. She hooked her fingers underneath Annette's blindfold and suddenly yanked it up, tossing it behind her while the two girls were forced to meet each other's gaze. One bound and spread and still stuffed with the cock of her teacher, one kneeling on the floor with the mother of all blushes on her face and a hand stuffed subconsciously between her thighs.

"Mercie?!"

The first lick Mercedes took was with a tongue shivering so much that she could barely control it. Mercedes' nose scrunched up and her cheeks were burning bright with a blush as she pressed her head forward, resting her lips to a spot that she never in a thousand moons would have expected it would go - the quivering, cum-slickened hood of her best friend. And yet, as soon as her mouth rested upon that tender flesh, it was palpable how much the drama between the two instantly settled.

Mercedes and Annette exchanged glances from across Annette's well-tied body, their eyes meeting one another's even as Mercedes' tongue rolled forward to scoop a mouthful of cum from her friend's pussy. It was a load that Annette was eager to offer as the poor thing had been packed to the point of bursting, her slit overflowing with the copious load of her teacher. While Mercedes' hands lifted to brush along the curved rump of her friend she even tilted her head to probe a little deeper, growing bolder and bolder by the lick, spurned on by the pleased look in her friend's face and the heady, intoxicating scent of her arousal.

And just beside the girls, Byleth looked on with a proud smile on her face and her arms crossed just underneath her bust. This was a particularly easy issue to resolve, as far as student arguments went. Annette and Mercedes were both painfully kind, and their "fight" was about as silly as they came. In truth, it was a problem their teacher could've resolved simply by sitting them down and having a two minute conversation with them, but...well, she wasn't at Garreg Mach because she loved the church of Seiros. If they were going to drag her into this mess and underpaid her left and right, she was going to have her fun with her cutest students.

"Annette? Isn't there something you want to say to Mercedes?" Byleth finally spoke, lifting a brow as she turned her attention to the redhead. She even stretched a hand out to hook her fingers onto one of the looped pigtails, tugging the girl's head back and forth in an almost playful fashion. She even helped Annette to nod, since otherwise the bindings made it a little tricky.

"Y-Yes, Professor, there is." Annette responded sweetly, before staring past her own flat, shivering belly and chest to the beautiful, serene eyes of her friend. Even while Mercedes continued to slurp out the cream from her sensitive folds Annette's voice quivered forward, squeaking in points for reasons that were unclear - either the intense emotion of the moment, or the fact that her friend was hitting some sensitive, cum-filled areas. "M-Mercie, I'm sorry if I scared you. I was just...I get so worried about you. You're my best friend in the whole world and I love you to bits, and the idea of anyone roughing you up makes me so...so angry!"

"Oh, Annie, I'm the one that's sor--"

"Ahem." Byleth swiftly interrupted the blonde, and shot her a stern teacher's glance. The sort that immediately corrected a student that was speaking out of turn. Sheepishly Mercedes returned to her work, rolling her tongue back and forth across her friend's soft folds, swallowing when her mouth was full, and even taking the time to scoop errant threads of cum away with her fingers and past her lips. Messy work, but rewarding work. The sort of a faithful, diligent young woman like herself excelled at.

"Mercedes, since Annette was so nice to apologize to you, I think it's only fair that you do the same." Byleth finally spoke, though with a hand held out conveyed to the blonde she was still meant to work between her friend's thighs. "And I think the perfect way to do that is by giving her the same treat she's offering you right now. Does that sound agreeable to you?"

It took Mercedes a moment to figure out her teacher's words, but by then she was already losing what little innocence she had left. Swiftly she nodded with streaks of cum marking her lips and cheeks, and with an eager smile the girl was already lifting up to her feet. With her hands folding behind her back and her figure wiggling from side to side, she was clearly ready to do what was needed...even if she was still a bit naive as to what her part in it would be.

"I'm ready, Professor!" Mercedes beamed, and rocked back and forth on her heels. "W...What should I do? Take my clothes off?"

Byleth simply gave her student her well-known deadpan, flat look. Sometimes, these gifted nobles could be a bit dense.

Moments later, Annette was untied and Mercedes stripped, and both girls had joined their professor on the bed. Since Annette had the benefit of a few days of hard learned experience, she was kind enough to help her soft friend in doing what needed to be done for the older woman. It afforded Byleth the chance to lay back and relax, stretched flat on her back while Mercedes mounted her and the tiny redhead latched onto the girl like a backpack. Annette kept one arm wrapped about Mercedes waist while the other hand slid downward, helping to hold Byleth's enormous member while Mercedes slid down onto it - a slow, tentative, nervous penetration. As it was with all the virgins that Byleth had claimed since her forced recruitment into the academy.

"You've had a big day today." It didn't surprise Byleth when Sothis returned, floating with her knees folded above the bed. The professor offered the entity a brief glance before turning her attention back to Mercedes, refusing to miss the chance to witness her cock sliding into that tender, warm hole framed with a soft blonde bush. Sothis giggled a bit while they both took in the show, and pointed to how Mercedes' nose scrunched up by the time even the first two inches was inside. "Look how nervous she is! Isn't a teacher supposed to make her students comfortable?"

Byleth, without words and without moving so much as to alert the girls, gave a tiny shrug.

"Though...I do suppose they look happy, too." Sothis murmured thoughtfully. As was her normal fashion, she spun thoughts within her own words until she worked them out, piecing things together while using Byleth as a soundboard. She made an especially content sound when she saw Annette twist forward just enough to press her mouth against Mercedes' own, and within that warm, loving kiss gave the blonde the courage to ride her professor all the way down to the hilt. There was nowhere near the massive bulge that Annette herself had, but it was still a snug fit that gave Byleth a satisfied smile - and motivation to offer a gentle buck of her hips from below while Sothis continued to yammer. "You're definitely not a boring head for me to be stuck inside, you know. I could've done much worse, getting trapped in the mind of some farmer or boring noble. But truly...I have to wonder. Are you not afraid of seeding all of these girls?"

Another tiny shrug.

"Is there any of your female students you haven't stuffed yourself inside by now?"

And another.

"Grrrhh! I find you most difficult sometimes!" Sothis fussed, her fists clenching and her face scrunching to a pout. "I'll leave you to your tawdry fun...but I'll be watching. I'm always watching the reckless way in which you behave!"

Did Sothis approve of her actions? Disapprove? It was hard to tell sometimes, and Byleth didn't particularly care. It was hard to focus on anything other than the grip of Mercedes' pussy around her cock as she kept riding, the blush travelling from her cheeks and down into her newly-bared breasts. From behind her Annette was still desperately kissing her friend while her hands kept moving around her figure, scooping underneath her tits and squeezing them together, teasing the puffy, sensitive nipples with her touch.

The two girls were mostly moaning and whimpering into each other's lips, though through the noise Byleth could hear a few words of whispered apology in the mix. The girls had made up through the taste of cum on their lips and the sweat-licked embrace they enjoyed while Mercedes steadily rode her teacher. She continued to move with surprising skill considering it was her first time, and that was almost certainly thanks to the assistance of Annette, grinding her hips forward against her friend's rear and always keeping her moving and shifting with every passing second.

Byleth tensed, and took a long, deep breath as she felt her bliss start to roll through her. She'd have the two students in her quarters until at least the next morning, and so the older woman saw no reason to bother holding back. With a firm smirk spreading over her features she rose her hands up to lock them against the healer's waist, fingers kneading to the flesh and thumbs locking inward. For the first time of Mercedes' ride Byleth was putting forth considerable effort on her own, and as soon as those thrusts started to hammer into her Mercedes peeled her lips away from her friend's and moaned in depraved delight.

"Ohhh Professor!" She quivered and bounced, her breasts finally breaking free of Annette's grasp and joyfully wobbling up and down. She even buckled over, leaning forward to brace her hands to the older woman's shoulders, the soft wheat-colored tresses dancing forward to dash across Byleth's face. "Y...You're making me feel...quite lovely!"

"Just you wait, Mercie, it's only the beginning!" Annette giggled, and glomped onto her friend's back with a fierce, tight hug. The tiny thing latched onto Mercedes all through the rest of the ride, snuggling against her and strapped atop that trembling figure as it continued to ride. It wasn't long after that both Byleth and Mercedes found their crashing climaxes, and though Annette would have to wait for more, she could certainly enjoy the sounds and smells of the moment. She pressed her ear against Mercedes back and listened to the girl's rapidly breathing figure, all while Byleth's grunts and Mercedes sharp, piercing gasps filled the air from the other end.

Byleth's cock twitched and throbbed, and the spurts of her cum fired swift and heavy. She had already given Annette a heavy payload but now gave Mercedes a chance to share the experience, from the warmth flooding her nethers to the joy of having her best friend clean it out. Mercedes' eyes were half-lidded and the girl was actively shivering by the time they finished, still with Annette strapped to her back and now fully collapsed atop Byleth herself. As the very bottom of the three-woman pile, Mercedes merely sighed in deep satisfaction and stretched her hands forward. She afforded one for each of the girls, teasing fingers along Mercedes' shivering cheek or grasping at Annette's pigtails, until finally she was able to draw the girls' attention once more by speaking in a soft, thoughtful voice.

"Mercedes? You haven't given Annette her 'I'm sorry' snack yet."

From there, the evening would only spiral into wilder and wilder passion as Byleth properly educated the pair in the ways of pleasing their teacher. Mercedes and Annette were already known throughout Garreg Mach for their pastries and sweets, but that night their only training would be in creampies.

And Byleth was a truly magnificent teacher.

The End.

Chapter 2: Jeralt Rides the Leonie pony

Summary:

Leonie's going to prove that she's better than Byleth...and she's going to do it in the most obtuse, bizarre of ways: fucking Jeralt right in front of her!

You're weird, Leonie, and the game does a bad job explaining why you want on Jeralt's dick so much.

Chapter Text

Let Bygones be Byleths

Chapter 2: Jeralt Rides the Leonie Pony

-by Drace Domino

Jeralt gave an exasperated sigh, yet continued to drag his heels as he was pulled through the halls of the monastery. Every time he tried to resist the grip around his wrist seemed to tighten, and more than once he received a sharp glance from ahead of him, cast over the shoulder by a glowering redhead with a furiously pouty expression. It was enough to keep the weathered old mercenary moving, even though he still wasn't sure just where this all was going.

"Master, you'll see who the better apprentice is, I swear it!" Leonie clenched her free hand into a fist, and picked up the pace as the two moved faster through the halls. "I won't let that...that ingrateful girl squander your approval! I'm the better soldier, I'm the better warrior...and I'll prove it!"

"Look, kid, you really don't need to do this." Jeralt's voice rose deep from his chest, sounding as labored as ever. "Byleth's not even really my apprentice anymore. Heck, isn't she your teacher?"

Another intensely fierce, ferocious glare, and Jeralt instantly knew that it was the wrong thing to say at that delicate moment. With a slump of his shoulders he kept stumbling behind the redhead, up until the point that Leonie brought them to Byleth's office. A few harsh knocks turned into a sudden slam of her shoulder against the door, and as it burst open Leonie pointed a finger squarely at the blue-haired teacher sitting behind her desk.

"You!" Leonie practically roared, indignation and self-righteous fury rolling through her. "I'm going to show you right here and now who's more deserving of Master's attention!"

"Sorry about this, kid." Jeralt's tone was the same - a blend of weathered experience and a casual attitude. He had a tendency to roll with life as it came, whether it meant returning to the monastery or even just following this angry tomboy to his daughter's office. A slow shrug came to his broad shoulders, and he offered her a tiny nod. "Let's just get this over with, yeah? Rhea says you're doing a good job, you know. I think she's taking to y-"

"Master, please!" Leonie suddenly twisted on a heel, and moved to slam the door to Byleth's office. The entire time, the teacher sat casually at her desk with her hands flat and her expression deadpan. She didn't show irritation or anger, or even amusement at how fired up Leonie managed to get herself. It was the same static expression as always, but unfortunately that only fueled certain fires within the bratty butch. "Are you read, 'Professor?!' Ready to see what I can do for him that you can't?!"

Byleth's head tilted as she regarded the situation, and her eyes darted from Leonie to Jeralt and then back again. After offering a tiny, curt nod amidst her awkward stare she slowly started to rise. Naturally assuming that Leonie was challenging her to a duel, she stretched her hand to the wall where her sheathed sword was mounted, ready to go to the training grounds. Her fingers didn't touch the scabbard before Leonie spoke up once more, waggling her finger and scoffing.

"Not on the battlefield, Professor! I won't need to beat you in combat once Master experiences...this!"

And then, to much the shock of both Jeralt and Byleth, Leonie dropped herself down to her knees in front of the older man. As Jeralt's rump pressed to the wall Byleth simply sat back down - leaving her sword where it hung, since clearly she didn't need it. With a practically unblinking gaze she watched as Leonie's hands moved to Jeralt's lap, pulling at his belt with a surprising ferocity and working feverishly to pull down his trousers. The snaps of leather, the shuffle of Jeralt's feet, and then finally an exhausted grumble as Jeralt shot his gaze towards that of his daughter's.

"S...Sorry about this, kid." He murmured, and rubbed the back of his head with a single hand. "I'm not sure where this is all coming from, but might as well see it through if it'll shut her up."

That was Jeralt to a tee. Roll with the punches, deal with the wind in whatever direction it blew. If one of his daughter's students suddenly wanted to suck him off, he'd simply give a beleaguered sigh and allow it to happen. It was just easier this way, even if he'd be underneath the unerring, unsettling stare of his daughter the entire time.

Sometimes, it wouldn't be out of line to call Jeralt too accommodating for his own good.

Leonie's tongue swirled around the impressively-sized head of Jeralt's cock, licking away any of the precum that had moistened the tip. Kneeling there in her full school attire the redhead was utterly shameless in her display - and she didn't shy from looking past her shoulder to shoot more cold glares at Byleth in the interim. Determined to prove her virtue and worth to them both, the tomboy admittedly went about it in the strangest possible way...but for the moment, the father and daughter duo seemed inclined to allow her to continue.

"Ha! I bet you never did this, huh?!" Leonie beamed, pushing Jeralt's member to an incline so she could dart her face forward. Her tongue lashed out in wicked wet lines, slurping from the spot where his sack met his shaft all the way back up to the tip. In response to her statement Byleth simply shook her head - she indeed had never done that. A bit odd that Leonie would even go there, to be honest. "It's because I'm the better apprentice!"

Or because Byleth was Jeralt's daughter. One reason or the other.

"Look, can you just speed this up if we really have to do it?" Jeralt scratched his fingers to the side of his brow, before evolving the gesture into a full-shouldered shrug. "I told Rhea that I'd run drills for some of the Knights of Seiros today, and I really don't want to get that disappointed glare from her."

"R-Right away, Master!" Leonie quickly looked up, and even offered Jeralt a swift, militaristic salute. Even with one hand holding his cock by the base, she looked like a dutiful student eager to prove her mettle. "Thank you for giving me this opportunity!"

With that, she returned eagerly to her work, ceasing any element of teasing or delight affection. Her lips pressed to Jeralt's tip and swiftly slid all the way down to the base, crashing her lips to the older man's lap and forcing his girth down her throat. It was an impressive feat for a girl her size - the weathered mercenary was as well-hung as the rumors suggested, and Leonie had to brace her hands to his flat, toned stomach through the fabric of his shirt while she took it. Her fingers dug forward, her throat straining and her eyes nearly watering, but yet she continued to deepthroat him with absolute determination.

Byleth, still watching from the sidelines with her head gently canted to the side, simply blinked. It was good to see one of her most unruly students apply herself to something...even if it was a bit unusual. Perhaps if she focused this much during classes, she wouldn't be flunking out of Flying class.

"Grrrk...grrrg...hnnnnmuaaaa!" Leonie offered those wet, satisfied noises as she suddenly pulled her head back, leaving ribbons of spit dangling from her mouth bridged delicately to Jeralt's throbbing member. That glorious, glistening shaft stood stiff and fierce before her, but as soon as it was free of her lips Leonie looked back to Byleth with a lavish, moist grin. "Ha ha, see?! I handled Master's cock like you never could! I could do that all day if I wanted to!" Energetic and bubbling with a desire to prove herself, she bounced her gaze back to the older man. "Master! Please let me make you cum in my mouth! And then, maybe you can fuck me on the professor's desk?!"

"On her desk, Leonie, seriously?" Jeralt gave a heavy sigh, but tossed a glance to his daughter for approval. Silently Byleth simply scooped up a few papers, straightened them out, and made a bit of room. She could always grade papers while they did it - Caspar was failing his "Don't Be a Cocky Prick" class. Once Byleth made room Jeralt gave a simple nod, and moved a heavy, almost fatherly hand down to tousle Leonie's hair. "All right, all right, but once we're done I want this little fued of yours considered settled. Understand me?"

"Of course, Master! There won't be any competition once she sees how well I satisfy you!"

"There isn't any competition now, you crazy ki--nnnn…!" Despite his exasperation, Jeralt was still quite susceptible to the grip of a warm teenage throat on his cock. His muscles tensed and he lost his train of thought as the tomboy bobbed her head in his lap, rapidly taking his member well past her tongue and back to the entrance of her throat. This time Leonie didn't worry so much about deepthroating the man she so admired - her hand simply locked around his member at the base while her lips made a tight seam, and from there she simply swept back and forth, doing her best to milk him into her mouth.

Even with her determination, it was a daunting task! Jeralt was so thick that she couldn't even wrap her entire hand around his member, forcing her fingers and thumb to come more than an inch shy from touching one another. She couldn't spare the other hand to help hold it, either, since it was currently busy nestled underneath Jeralt's balls, softly rolling her fingers back and forth to keep them constantly twitching in pleasure. Lines of her spit glazed down the corners of her lips as she tended to her messy, wet work, moaning delightfully while she enjoyed constant flavor of the merc she so looked up to. She was nearly tempted to pleasure herself while she tended to him, but that would only make her look selfish in the eyes of her professor. If she was going to prove her point, she had to be shamelessly dedicated to the delight of her master!

...besides, she'd be getting fucked on Byleth's desk soon enough, and Leonie knew that would push her into a climax or seven.

Her hard work soon paid off, and the heat rushing through Jeralt soon became more viscerally noticeable in the form of a sharp, sudden grunt. The mercenary, despite his affable nature, found himself swept up in the moment of pleasure brought about by his unlikely apprentice and his member began to rapidly, intensely pulse within the gentle grip of her warm, wet lips. With a hand bracing to the top of Leonie's head he even offered his own thrust forward with his hips - a single one, but all he needed to push him over the brink. His tip began to tremble as the torrent was unleashed, spurt after spurt of his creamy, rich spunk delivered square against that wildly wiggling tongue.

To Leonie's credit, she did indeed handle the load better than most women could have. All of her constant scheming against Byleth worked up an appetite, and her throat rolled in gulp after gulp as she swallowed down as much as Jeralt's cream as possible. Barely a drop escaped the corners of her lips as she held her mouth at the midpoint of that twitching member, still fondling his sack in delicate fashion and - when she could afford to do so without spilling any cum - glancing back at Byleth to give her a smug glare. She was clearly relishing it just as much as Jeralt was, if not more, and no doubt her tender pussy was soaked beneath her clothes by the time her mouth left the merc's tip with a loud, wet pop.

"Muaaaaa! Thank you, Master, that was delicious!" Leonie bounced immediately to her feet, raising a fist in triumphant pleasure. Spinning sharply on a heel, she pointed to the spot that Byleth had been so kind enough to clear, marching over with that same boundless determination. "Professor! Watch while I take him down to the hilt, and collect every drop inside of me! Will you finally admit that I'm the better apprentice when you see his cum oozing out of my pussy?!"

Byleth, in entirely silent and non-committal fashion, just shrugged. It only managed to incite the girl even further, and she practically crashed her rear atop Byleth's desk, wiggling back and forth to start kicking free of her pants. So eager and determined that she swept both pants and panties up and over her boots, freeing her legs entirely and showing off a slender slit with a tiny copper patch of hair just above it. With that same self-determined superiority she spread her thighs and awaited Jeralt, folding her arms across her chest and grinning.

"I'm ready, Master! Please, use me as you wish! I can take it as hard as you can give!"

Jeralt, with another labored sigh, sauntered to the desk so he could oblige. It didn't sit particularly well with Leonie that even as he flopped his spit soaked member on the girl's lap and began to drag it across her belly that he still turned his attention to his daughter, making a small shrug as he spoke in his typical worn, accommodating tone.

"I'll try not to make much of a mess, kid." He offered. "Don't want to cause you too much trouble. You're doing a hell of a job here, and I don't want this nonsense to bother y-"

"Master, please!"

"All right, all right...Goddess' breath, you're a bossy one." With that, Jeralt turned his attention back to the fiercely stubborn redhead. She demanded that he give it to her as hard as possible and that was exactly what he intended - one hand closing around Leonie's shoulder while the other kept squaring his member to her entrance. She'd be a damn tight fit considering the narrow scope of her teenage pussy, but then...Leonie was tough, and if he didn't stick it in her he'd never hear the end of it. With a soft grunt the mercenary braced himself and prepared to fuck her, but let a bit of concern grumble from his throat beforehand. "If it's too much, just tell me. Don't want you getting yourself hurt."

The pouty stare that came from Leonie was enough to tell him that wasn't going to happen, and with one more shrug the mercenary began to drive forward. He didn't bother with a slow penetration or any element of foreplay - at his enormous girth, doing so only would've drawn it out even more and made it harder on her. It was better to jam it into her as hard as he could manage from the very beginning, just like throwing a new recruit right into the training duels and watching them learn how to swing their sword.

Leonie almost instantly filled the sound of Byleth's office with her moans, grasping at the professor's desk and flailing as she was stuffed. To say she bit off more than she could chew was a bit of an understatement, but that hardly mattered - she'd see it through to prove her point, even if she did so inelegantly. With one of her legs lifted high to brace her calf against Jeralt's shoulder and the other stretched out across Byleth's desk, every time Leonie took a thrust from the powerful merc her rump lifted a few inches, only to crash back down against the hard oak. Several desperate and wild slams followed as Jeralt thoroughly savored the grip of his student's pussy, for even though Leonie was a stubborn pain in the backside sometimes, there was no doubting the pleasure that could be had inside of her. With thundering strikes the older man rushed again and again into her, slamming forward even as she howled, clutched at his shoulders, and made Byleth's desk ache underneath her weight.

"P...Professor...loooook at...meeeeee…!" Leonie was fiercely indignant as Jeralt slammed into her, turning her attention to the blue-haired teacher. She was glowing with pride at herself and her accomplishment, knowing full-well that she already handled more of Jeralt than most girls could have. "Have...have YOU ever gotten fucked this hard?!"

Byleth simply shook her head, at which point Leonie gave a delighted cheer.

"H-Haaaa! I knew it! I'm...I'm so much...tougher than youuuuu!"

Leonie's noises soon turned from dominant gloating to wild moaning and gasping, her body still firmly under the attentions of the towering mercenary. With every thrust she made deeper realizations of just what she got herself into, and though her soaked slit was quivering in pleasure she wasn't entirely sure just how much she could take. Jeralt was enormous and intensely strong, and every time he fucked into her it felt like he lifted her from the desk, only to slam her right back down atop his cock. She gave in to climax again and again, grasping the older man's shoulders, doing her best to wrap her legs around his waist, and howling with utter depravity through the office.

The entire time, Byleth remained silent, and seemed to only be half paying attention. Idly her eyes continued to pass back and forth across her papers as she graded them - to no surprise, it looked like Lysithea was earning high marks at being a sugar-guzzling gremlin. But in truth, Byleth wasn't focusing terribly hard on her papers...or even on the redheaded teen getting fucked on her desk by her father. What truly had Byleth's focus was what was going on underneath the desk, hidden from the sight of the other two.

"Oh geeeeez, they're gonna bring the whole desk down on my head!" An adorable, purple-haired girl whispered to herself. Her head was perfectly seated between the pale thighs of her professor, and bridges of dense, wet spit connected her trembling lips to the throbbing cock of the older woman. Fighting the urge to squeal in panic, Bernadetta just dipped her head back into place, murmuring a frightened whisper just as she crowned her lips over that precum-glistened tip. "Don't be scared, Bernie! The professor won't let them see you…!"

After all, it wasn't like anyone could tell how much fun Byleth was having by the look on her face.

The End.

Chapter 3: Gangbang for a Goal

Summary:

Dorothea is getting downright frustrated in her search for a husband! Thankfully, Manuela knows the perfect way to meet a bunch of guys AND give them a field test in the same efficient evening!

It's double songstress gangbang time!

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

Chapter Text

Let Bygones Be Byleths

Chapter 3: Gangbang for a Goal

-by Drace Domino

Sometimes, it was the responsibility of Garreg Mach's newest professor to admit that a student's needs were beyond her. It wasn't very often, but sometimes one of them simply needed something beyond Byleth's area of expertise...and Dorothea's problem certainly fit the bill. As a talented young woman determined to have a life of luxury and wealth once she finally married off, it was absolutely critical that Dorothea met and mingled with as many suitors as possible. Otherwise, how else would she find the perfect spouse to take her away and spoil her with the finest hats in the land? She needed to meet people...and that was most certainly one of Byleth's weak points.

Girl barely talked. When she did, it was usually only to the bossy tiny ghost girl that watched her fuck students.

It was because Byleth was mostly socially inept that she turned to another one of the monastery's talented professors to handle Dorothea's unique problem, and thankfully, it was one that the songstress already had a wonderful relationship with.

"Oh, I'm just so happy that I was asked to help you, dear!" Manuela held an arm around Dorothea's shoulders as they walked through the town surrounded the monastery, brimming with pride for her. As always, Manuela carried herself with an aura of grace and sophistication...that quickly fell apart under the slightest bit of scrutiny. She looked elegant and radiant at first glance before someone noticed the slutty sway of her hips or the bounce of her barely-covered breasts, or the fact that the scent that clung to her was the same perfume as the call girls deeper in the city. Manuela was easily identified as a gleefully trashy tramp even before someone knew her reputation, which did her no favors. "We're going to have so much fun tonight! Who knows? You might even meet that future husband in just a few minutes!"

"I'm excited to be here, too, Manuela!" Dorothea giggled, practically bouncing with every tiny step. Her hands clenched into cute fists as she rocked back and forth in an almost melodic sway, keeping their rumps at a metronome's swing while they made their way through the village. "You really think this is the right way to meet guys?"

"Of course, dear! Who knows more eligible, handsome men than me?" It was hard to argue with that logic, tragically flawed as it was. Manuela gave Dorothea another squeeze as they kept moving forward, making a beeline for a building that sat adjacent to the village tavern - dimly lit with no signs, yet brimming with noise and activity from within. "You know, Dorothea, I was a little upset when Professor Byleth chose your house to look over. I was really hoping that I'd get to teach you everything I know."

"I was hoping that too, Manuela." Dorothea admitted, shrugging a little with a blush on her cheeks. "But it isn't so bad. Professor Byleth's been really great about making sure the Black Eagles have lots of other girls for me to spend time with. And some cute boys, too! And...when Lindhart made a snippy comment to Bernadetta, Professor Byleth just started slapping him really hard, and for a really long time. It was lovely!"

The two women laughed as they finished the last few steps to the building beside the tavern, rightfully delighting in the professor's willingness to smack the sleepy prick into actually giving a shit about the world around him. With Lindhart fully out of mind by the time they reached the door, Manuela turned to Dorothea with a proud smile on her mature features, and slipped a hand forward to gently adjust the girl's fashionable hat.

"Now dear, remember everything we talked about," She cooed, a smug and lusty smile spreading across her elegant features. "You only need to exchange pleasantries with the ones you really enjoy. If a man can't keep you satisfied when he's got this much help, he certainly isn't worth marrying no matter how much money he has!"

"Understood, Manuela, I'm ready!" Dorothea responded in delightful fashion, and together the two pushed forward and entered the room. For Manuela, it was just another Friday night spent at her usual hangout - a place where she met all the men in the village in her own constant pursuit for a spouse. For Dorothea, it was a chance to follow in the footsteps of her mentor, and maybe even get on the right path for her future.

For the dozen or so men on the other side of the door, it was a real treat, since they weren't expecting Manuela to have company.

"Hey boys, a new slut!" One of them cheered from the back, and they all gleefully applauded. "Let's have ourselves some fun!"

If it was any girl other than Dorothea, Manuela would've been bothered by how many men immediately flocked to her. As the curly-haired brunette was soon swept up in the grip of three, four, five different men, her mature companion simply chuckled as she held her chin in her palm, clicking her tongue while she watched. It was exciting in its own right, watching as they pawed greedily along her young body within mere seconds of first seeing her. Groping her breasts, pulling at the hem of her skirt, slipping their face into her curly locks and taking long, deep breaths of her aroma. Judging by the blush on Dorothea's face she didn't mind the attention at all - it wasn't all that different from some of the fawning she received while she was a songstress, although this time the core focus was much more intimate.

"All right, gentleman, I know you're all so very used to my particular affections…" Manuela began, stretching out her arms and giving her chest a small wiggle, letting her breasts bounce and sway. "But this evening you're trying to impress my dear friend Dorothea. She's looking for a husband, boys, so try to give it your all and make a good impression! I'll be more than happy to take care of anyone that finds Dorothea...occupied. Just be careful you don't waste too much of your precious energy on me before you make your case with our lovely young guest!"

Dorothea, through the sea of men groping and grasping at her, smiled brightly at her mentor from across the room. It was hard to speak up with their fingers probing each and every part of her and with her body already starting to quiver in building delight, but the gaze of fondness she offered to the older woman said a lot. She deeply, deeply appreciated the kindness Manuela was offering her that Friday night. She was giving up a fraction of her fun to help her student, her friend, and that sacrifice was recognized and appreciated. Manuela even received a gently blown kiss from Dorothea, just before the girl's wrist was grabbed so her hand could be guided down to the nearest suddenly exposed cock.

"All right, all right, stop shoving!" Dorothea giggled, even as she lowered herself down to her knees. The dicks were flying free almost immediately, slapping her cheeks, nudging her lips, and tangling within her hair. She did her best to handle them each and give a kiss to every would-be suitor, though it wasn't long before she realized that she was fighting a losing battle. Before long her mouth had been claimed by one of the largest, slapping down against her tongue and forced into her mouth, and her eyes went crossed as the man offering it started to hungrily fuck her face. A bit forward considering the fun had only begun, but after all, he was used to Manuela!

The older woman leaned casually against the wall, studying the line forming around the cocksucking songstress. The tavern men were eager to push each other out of the way, and Dorothea was forced to switch dicks several times as they nudged and shoved one another, constantly keeping a new, fresh prick pushed past her lips. All the while Dorothea happily sucked on each one she was offered, curling her tongue and letting it ride along the curve, doing her best to push her lips to each man's lap to show off her deepthroating capabilities. Some of the men demanded heavy facefucking thrusts that left her gagging and whimpering while others seemed content to simply hold their dicks forward and let her tease it with her tongue, and Dorothea swiftly adapted to whatever the current man's preference. A talented girl to be sure, and one that made for a fine successor to the elder songstress that had been their slut for months.

Before long, it became clear that Dorothea's mouth simply wouldn't be enough for more than a dozen men eager to stake their claim. Soon she was being pulled back from her knees and lifted up, all as several pairs of hands clawed at her outfit and started pulling it aside. The skirt, the blouse, her delicate undergarments that never stood a chance...it wasn't long before Dorothea was wearing nothing but her calf-high leather boots and her signature hat - the latter of which would have been a grave error to knock away by any overzealous man.

Dorothea always wore her hat while she fucked. That was just the way of things.

Manuela's tongue rolled across her lips as she studied her darling student - from the blush on Dorothea's spit-soaked lips as her pussy and ass were claimed by men standing side by side, the girl's knees pushed to her chest as they forced her onto her side. They were enjoying her atop a rickety table that shook and shivered with every one of their thrusts, and Dorothea was doing her damndest to keep five happy at once. One in each of her lower holes, one down her whimpering gullet, and then two in her hands. Doing everything she could...and still there were well more than eight men waiting in the wings. With a soft laugh and a shrug of joy, Manuela started to saunter towards the table, curling her fingers and gesturing some of them closer.

"I know you're all waiting for my beautiful young friend's holes…" She began, just as her delicate fingers hooked against her already revealing outfit and worked to shrug it free. In a simple and well-practiced motion Manuela stripped and stood before the group in nothing but her heels and beauty mark, revealing a figure that they all knew well...but could always appreciate for the curvy beauty of the elder songstress. She might have had a few years on Dorothea, but it was still a body that could keep up with all those horny tavern boys. "But I'd make the argument that even if this isn't the pussy you're currently thirsting over...it's better than none. Wouldn't you boys agree?"

Rapid head nods abound, and more men moved to join the party.

Manuela gasped and groaned as she was suddenly foisted onto the table right beside her student, and the men were swift to roll her into the same position resting on her side. The girls were pressed back-to-back with their knees folded towards their chest, while four men stood at the foot of the table to share a pair of pussies and asses that were absolutely craven for their attention. More flocked around the edges begging for blowjobs or, at the very least, the touch of expert fingers of talented slutty songstresses. Manuela and Dorothea, practically a matching pair at that point, were happy to oblige.

The wet sounds of depraved penetration filled the tiny offshoot building beside the tavern, all along with a series of hungry moans coming from the pair. The thrill of having her back pressed to Dorothea's made the cocks plunging into her all the more exciting, and both women spared a hand not for the boys around them, but for each other. Their arms stretched down to their sides and they found each other's grip - interlocking fingers and squeezing in a sentimental, almost romantic way. They could get gangbanged anytime they wanted - just as Manuela often did - but this? This was special because they were together.

Over a dozen men and only two sluts - it was only a matter of time before holes were filled by the rich, creamy spunk that they'd be bathed in by the time they were done. Manuela and Dorothea earned their first loads so scandalously close to one another it proved just how in synch they were, and their hands tightened against their friend's as each of them felt a throbbing dick unleashing warm torrents of cum into their asses. Their pussies were next with the young men enjoying them, and whether it was Dorothea's fertile, young entrance or Manuela's experienced folds, both provided a fine place to thrust and cum and enjoy. By the time the men pulled out of their lower holes their entrances were already dripping and moist, but there were more men already lining up eager to take their place.

It went on like that for some time with the songstresses laying back to back, enjoying each other's company along with a nearly endless supply of dick. But after what was easily their fifth load in their lower holes and the third swallowed mouthful from the ones near their heads, it was time for a change of position. Dorothea was the first to offer it, lifting her mouth from a cum-glazed dick, shimmying her hips to prevent the entrance of the next pair. She gazed up at the army of handsome, but ultimately forgettable men, and licked her lips as she started to rise.

"I'm not getting nearly enough of my dear Manuela!" She announced with glee, and then invited herself one step over. Before Manuela or any of the men could protest Dorothea straddled her teacher's face with her cum-loaded cunt, pushed her naked figure down to close the connection, and buried her mouth against a hood left glistening with white. She went to work a split second later, but not before calling out to their new suitors. "Don't you dare stop, boys! Not when you have the two most beautiful songstresses in the world before you!"

Manuela simply gazed up at the cum-filled slit in front of her, shook with a nervous swallow, and gently dipped her head forward. In the same instant she could feel another prick push against her slit and slowly work itself inside, inching forward bit by bit and making her tighten up once more. As silly as it may sound, she didn't expect to taste her student's pussy that night...or ever, to be honest.

But now that she was there, even with the countless horny men surrounding them, her interest was purely on that of her beloved student.

Manuela and Dorothea's night out was long and eventful, even if it wasn't particularly successful. Hours later the two women were walking back along the road again, making their way to the monastery with their hands held and their bodies beyond spent. With each step both of them dripped cum from their lower holes - whether it was from underneath Dorothea's miniskirt or well past the graceful folds of Manuela's revealing dress. Dorothea's poor hat was soaked and in desperate need of washing, but it was her own fault for refusing to take it off. As they continued, Manuela gazed to her student and smiled gently, a hand lifting to tease one of the girl's brown, cum-stained locks.

"Did you find a man you might be interested in marrying, dear?" She asked, a brow arching. "That thick dockworker that had your ass while I drank from your slit seemed nice, if a bit on the low income side."

Dorothea pursed her lips, and gently shook her head. In truth, there were a lot of fine men there at the tavern...and she could remember some of the best. The one that fed his cock in between a hungry kiss between the two songstresses, the one that made it a point to press them side by side and plunge one stroke into each pussy in turn, or the one that fucked Manuela's tits while Dorothea rested her head on her teacher's chest, mouth open and tongue rolled forward. She could remember what they did...but she couldn't remember their names. She only knew of the fun she had, and the single common thread across all of her favorite moments.

"None of them were what I'm looking for, Manuela." Dorothea sighed softly, and rolled her shoulders with her hand tightening upon her teacher's. "I want...someone that makes my heart race. Someone that takes my breath away. Someone well off and sophisticated and tireless and just...just so beautiful that she turns flaws into treasures."

"A lofty goal, dear." Manuela chuckled. "I can't imagine you'll find someone meeting all those criteria here in Garreg Mach."

"I've got...someone in mind."

Whatever was said between the two women in the seconds that passed, Byleth didn't know. The professor was watching from the window of her office, a chessboard in front of her with a game in progress. She tilted her head in curiosity at the scene going on in the middle of the cobblestone road of Garreg Mach - a scene of Dorothea throwing herself into Manuela's arms and kissing her with a passion that was absolutely unchecked. The younger woman had leg popped back and a spritely pleasure to her motions, and the pair made out with an affection well beyond mere lust, ignorant of the face in the distant window watching them.

Or two. Ish.

"Well well, don't they seem to be getting along splendidly." Sothis observed, her cheek practically to Byleth's. After getting bored with the scene the green-skinned girl floated back to her seat, pointing to the chess board. "Good for them. It's your move."

Byleth simply nodded, turned back to the game, and made another move. Sothis' critical eyes gazed across the board for a split second, chuckled to herself, and pointed to the piece she desired Byleth move for her.

"Ha! I'll have you checkmated in three moves." The impish, mysterious girl chided her. "What do you say to that, great professor of Garreg Mach?"

A shrug, and a tiny hint of a smile. The evening continued quietly between the two for a few seconds longer, until Sothis' voice finally lifted once more - with a rare question that could draw Byleth to speak.

"Do you want to watch each other masturbate after this?"

"Yes, yes I do."

End of Chapter Three.

Notes:

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Chapter 4: Too Many Mommies, Not Enough Exposition

Summary:

Byleth spends some quality time with Rhea, while Sothis cheers her on! Bang that hot mom/daughter/pope, Byleth! I'm still not entirely sure just what the hell your relationship is to her, but she's hot and you gotta stuff that dick somewhere!

Chapter Text

Let Bygones Be Byleths

Chapter 4: Too Many Mommies, Not Enough Exposition

-by Drace Domino

"Oh, Mother, I'm so happy that we have this time to spend together!"

"...uh huh."

"What's wrong, Mother? Does something trouble you? Let me know what it is, and I'll be sure to utilize the full power of the church to see it conquered!"

Byleth just blinked, her lips pressed together in a thin line and her fingers pinching the handle of her cup of tea. Rhea...had a tendency to do that: invoke the power of the Church of Seiros on a moment's notice. And call her Mother. She did both of those things a lot, even when the two were having intimate tea time together. For the most part, Byleth didn't ask any questions and usually just went with the flow. The archbishop was a beauty beyond compare - almost unnaturally so, with a serene grace that would have been soothing if she wasn't constantly making vague threats of divine vengeance to people that crossed her. Byleth didn't fall into that category, thankfully, and so she was free to enjoy Rhea's kindness...her serenity...her tea...and her pussy.

The last one of which was just...it was the best. So good. So damn good.

"Nothing's bothering me." Byleth offered sweetly, and set her teacup down on the table between them. It was a quiet evening in Rhea's quarters, since the archbishop didn't like to meet in the courtyard as the others so often did. Fair enough, considering every time Edelgard saw the two of them together she glared like an angry puppy. With stoic blue-haired woman folded her hands idly into her lap, looking to her elder that inexplicably always referred to her by such a maternal name. "The tea was lovely, Archbishop. What would you like to do next?"

"I know what she's going to say." The voice at the back of Byleth's ear was familiar and playful, and sure enough the image of Sothis soon appeared behind her. Invisible to the eyes of Rhea but all too real to Byleth, the green-haired, youthful slip of a thing floated from side to side, practically purring as she did so. "She's going to ask you to fuck her again. Just like the last time, and the time before that, and that time you needed to borrow her keys because Flayn accidentally locked herself and Seteth in the cellar." Sothis drifted in a little closer, and though she could make no tangible, physical attention to her host, the mere tone of her whisper was enough to make Byleth shudder. "My daughter wants you to fuuuuuuck her, Byleth. And you're going to do it, right?"

Byleth, still maintaining eye contact with Rhea, gave the slightest nod of her head. Something that could be passed off as an involuntary motion to the elder woman setting down her tea, but a strong confirmation to the impish little magical brat floating behind her. Byleth wasn't even about to try unpacking the relationship between Rhea and Sothis - not to mention her part in it. She didn't know, and she didn't care. She was an unwitting pawn in all of this mess, but since Garreg Mach gave her an opportunity to fuck a seemingly never-ending chain of beauties, she wasn't about to complain. This was way better than mercenary life and only ever getting the occasional handjob from a thankful blacksmith's wife.

"Oh, my dear Mother, what to do...what to do…" Rhea was speaking once more, serene and thoughtful as she folded her fingers across one of her knees. She was playing coy in the worst possible fashion, considering how frequently she was glancing to the other side of the room where her bed was hidden behind a canopy curtain. The most comfortable bed in the whole monastery, Byleth could attest to that. Finally Rhea "remembered" an idea for what they could do to keep themselves occupied, and gestured towards the bed as predictably as could be. "Oh, I know! Mother? Would you like to enjoy the pleasures I can provide you? Last time was a...remarkable experience."

"Do it, Byleth." Sothis was practically giddy. "Fuck my daughter. It's what I'd do if I had a physical body. Just look at her!" With that, Sothis floated in a half-circle to the other edge of the table, gesturing up and down to the graceful elegance that was Lady Rhea. The pale but beautiful features lined by mint-green hair, the flawless complexion of a woman that looked decades older than her supposed mother, yet still centuries younger than her reality. The thin, flat-chested floating girl only served as a delightful accessory to the entire lewd package that was a night with the archbishop. "Use my daughter just like you use your students, you horrible mess of a professor."

Briefly, Byleth shot a glance to the side of Rhea, staring right at Sothis for a split second. The tiny young woman fidgeted with her fingers, murmuring as she did so.

"...my apologies. That was too far." A small, awkward cough. "But are you going to do this, or...or what?"

Of course she was going to do it. That was never even in question. Mere moments later Byleth had Lady Rhea flat on the bed, her royal garb thrown aside to expose every inch of elegant, flawless beauty. A glorious set of breasts that were even more magnificent than Manuela's were Byleth's to enjoy and experience, from affectionate strokes of her fingertips to more intimate teases of her tongue across a pair of intensely sensitive nipples. Rhea was a wonderfully response lover, moaning and whimpering the more attention she received, writhing in the bed at the affections of the woman she thought was her mother. With her trails of long green hair laid flat against the mattress and her thighs spreading to expose a moistened slit, the older woman was in a state of absolute bliss.

"Oh, oh Mother...Mother, please...it feels so wonderful…" Byleth had barely touched her yet, and already she looked ecstatic. This archbishop really had a thing for her mom. "How I've missed this...how I've missed feeling you touch me…"

Byleth glanced casually over to Sothis, who simply gave a confused shrug.

"Don't look at me." She responded. "I only remember that she's my daughter. Everything else is fuzzy." Byleth simply rolled her eyes, and turned her attention back to the mature woman underneath her. Her face dipped forward to press heated kisses across Rhea's throat just as her fingers slid down, moving across that flat, smooth belly to the petals underneath. With two fingers working gently back and forth against an ever-warming slit, she already had Rhea melting on the sheets. Mewling, whimpering, squirming like she was Dorothea the day Byleth took her virginity. It was downright cute, especially coming from someone as sternly intimidating as Rhea had the potential to be.

"Wow, I think she's already good to go, Byleth!" Sothis chirped up from her vantage point. The tiny thing had flown across the bed and crouched down, glancing to where Byleth's fingers were spreading the older woman's pussy. The professor could already tell just how soaked Rhea was, but hearing it from Sothis' lips simply reaffirmed her plan for the next moment. "Give it to her as hard as you want! I always enjoy watching you wrap her around your dick."

She enjoyed the sight so much, in fact, that Sothis was already planning on getting in on the action in her own special way. She couldn't interact with anything on the outside world, of course, but that didn't mean she had to be a restrained observer. In a flash of light that only Byleth could see Sothis forced her clothes into the abyss - now hovering above the two women without a stitch of clothing anywhere on her tiny, youthful frame. Her flat chest stretched out as she gave a long and elaborate yawn, and even her fingers and toes curled as she made herself quite comfortable in that floating space above the lovers. Soon she hovered just a foot or so over the head of her supposed daughter, and with her legs spreading wide to showcase a pussy with a patch of neatly-trimmed green hair above, gave Byleth a nod of approval.

"I'm ready." She announced, as if Byleth had been actively waiting for her instead of simply enjoying fingering the archbishop for a little longer. "You may begin fucking her now."

Another roll of Byleth's eyes, and the professor slapped her hand to the base of her shaft. With a small sway of her hips she moved herself into position, pressing that bulging cockhead up against the mature, glistening folds of the other woman. In blissful and bashful fashion Rhea looked up at her, and even with their current power dynamic, it was tricky for Byleth to shake the matronly vibe the other woman gave. Rhea was, to anyone else in all of Garreg Mach, a mommy. Either in terms of how she looked over them and tended to their needs...or simply the fact that not even Manuela could match the smoking hot glory of her mature beauty.

They were all mommies that night, in a way. All three of them. Byleth just grunted, and pushed her dick into Rhea's slit before she thought about it too much - it was already making her head hurt.

"Ohh! Ohh Mot--mmph…!" Rhea's excited voice was soon muffled - not by a kiss, but by one of Byleth's thumbs as she pressed her palm to the side of the older woman's face. As her thumb slid past those flawless lips and skated across a warm, wiggling tongue Rhea suckled upon it in pure delight, her eyes rolling back in her head just as her legs closed around the professor's waist. Obedient and submissive to a glorious degree when she was with Byleth, she'd gleefully suckle at anything she was given. A good way to silence her from the constant confessions of her love for her "mother."

Byleth was inside Rhea now, thrusting steadily back and forth and watching the beauty of the older woman's figure react to every thrust. The sway of glorious breasts, the gentle bounce to her flat belly, the way her cheeks blushed as she continued to suckle on the professor's thumb...and of course, the sight of her youthful-looking, naked, weird, phantasmal goddess mother masturbating less than a foot above her head. And Sothis was really going at it.

"Mmm...it's so much fun watching it go into her!" She practically growled as she licked her lips, the center three fingers of one hand firmly fit inside of her pussy. While she stretched herself across her digits her other hand was working at her hood, rapidly teasing and twitching against her godly clit, sending more and more shockwaves through her. "Just like one of your slutty students! I love watching you ram that thing into whatever hole you can get it into! It...it just seems so...so familiar…"

There was probably something there to analyze if Byleth cared to. Sothis was already a horny little mynx that fueled her own worst tendencies - it was no real surprise that the two of them were saddled together. She could only imagine Sothis floating around Fodlan claiming anyone she desired, up to and including her own mature, elegant daughter. For such a tiny package, she was a real piece of work.

"Hey! Hey, Byleth!" Sothis hissed, just as she pumped her fingers faster within her phantasmal pussy. "Spit in her mouth! And...and slap her some! And tell her to ask Mommy for more! And...an-" She caught sight of the glare Byleth was giving her, and then awkwardly coughed with a blush moving over her cheeks. "-nevermind. You're doing great. But for the record, it's been a few days since you've spit in someone's mouth."

It was always with the spitting in someone else's mouth with this one. Kinky spooky ghost goddess girl that she was.

Byleth removed her thumb from Rhea's mouth in the aftermath, and when she dipped her head forward Sothis almost hit a peak of anticipation - but much to the girl's regret, it was just for a kiss. Byleth's lips crushed against Rhea's own as their tongues met and began to wrestle, wiggling hungrily against each other as Byleth's motions continued. She was slamming in and out of the monastery's ruler - missionary style, appropriately enough - and the momentum of her hips was picking up. The sound of flesh clapping against flesh filled the chambers of Rhea's nearly-royally luxurious room, just as the pair began to breathe heavy and hot in the heat of their passion. Rhea's arms locked tight around Byleth, slipping one hand into her hair and forcing her to kiss her even harder, biting at a bottom lip and offering more murmurs of "mother" into the younger woman's mouth.

Byleth couldn't see the bratty little imp masturbating above them anymore, but it was all for the best. She could, and did, watch Sothis finger herself to a spiritual squirting orgasm any time she wanted. But her tea times with Rhea only came once a week, and she needed to make the most of them. Any frustrations that the professor might have had regarding Rhea's delusion or Sothis' crass behavior faded away entirely thanks to the wonderful grip of Rhea's hole, and as the elder woman started to pitch herself into a moaning climax Byleth was swift to join her. She pressed her hands fiercely down to Rhea's figure - one at the square center of her chest and the other lost in her light green hair, and with one final thrust she started to pump her load within her "daughter's" cunt.

The entire time Rhea was filled the kiss continued, and the archbishop absolutely melted from the attention. She howled into their kiss, clung desperately to Byleth's shoulders, locked her ankles behind the woman's back and refused to let her go even for a second. And just above the orgasming pair Sothis was soon to join, finally squeezing at her tripled touch to the point of hitting her peak. She whined and whimpered and when Byleth opened her eyes, even though she was kissing Rhea she could see Sothis had floated nearby. So close that if she were physically manifested she'd be resting her tiny ass on her daughter's forehead, just so Byleth could see how juicy her hole had gotten.

When Byleth finally started to peel back, she was wearing a smug smile on her typically-stoic lips. Glistening with sweat and quite satisfied with their first romp, she was soothed by the knowledge that her tea times with Rhea had a tendency to last all night. If this was to be a night like most, Sothis would only have enough power for a few more moments at best - it wasn't uncommon for the little thing to cum herself into disappearing within Byleth's head until she could take a nap. Already Sothis was yawning, holding her glistening fingers before her mouth as she stretched.

And as Byleth knelt there, gazing at the naked little thing...she couldn't help but feel a certain affinity for her. Sothis could be bossy. She could be demanding. And she was definitely a deviant on the level that most people would expect an ancient god to be. But she was also a friend...and she deserved a treat every now and again.

"My daughter?" Byleth finally spoke up, moving a hand down and brushing her fingers across Rhea's cheek. The words clearly made the older woman light up in pleasure, even though she had no idea just what was coming. "I have something for you, my dear."

"Mother, you've given me so much already!" Rhea swooned, her nethers still gripping fiercely at Byleth's member. Cum was leaking from the folds of her slit, though the fact that her legs remained wrapped taut around Byleth's waist helped to slow the tide. "But...but what is it, Mother?"

Sothis watched with saucer-wide eyes as Byleth's thumb inched forward and pressed to the bottom of Rhea's lips. She encouraged the older woman to hang her mouth open and roll her tongue forward, and once she did so Byleth suddenly leaned forward, spitting squarely in her mouth.

Sothis came on the spot. A twitch of her eye, a bounce of her tiny, flat chest, and in a flash of light she simply...poofed! Back into the ether of Byleth's mind, sexually satisfied in a way Byleth couldn't possibly comprehend. She didn't even have the time to yawn before her shocking climax wasted the last few drips of her energy, but Byleth knew...Sothis appreciated that gesture.

And she wasn't the only one.

"Ohhhh…!" Rhea cradled the offered spit on her tongue for a lingering second before hungrily closing her lips and swallowing it down. A strange offering, but one the archbishop relished in. Her arms then snaked up around Byleth's shoulders to give her a truly wild and tight embrace, crushing the girl's face against her mature, full breasts and roaring with bliss. "Oh Mother, some part of you really does remember the old days!"

Byleth just blinked, staring at the room past the eclipse of one of Rhea's magnificent breasts. This was...a really weird family, but she was pretty happy to be a part of it.

The thick-cocked bridge between mother and daughter. That the daughter mistook as the actual mother, but also had a mother vibe herse--

Byleth pushed the confusing nonsense out of her mind, and simply lost herself between the splendor of Rhea's amazing archbishop tits.

End of Chapter 4.

Chapter 5: Caspar's Cuck Class

Summary:

Three playthroughs in, and Caspar's still the worst and Bernie's still the best. Let's celebrate that fact together.

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Let Bygones Be Byleths

Chapter 5: Caspar's Cuck Class

-by Drace Domino

"Ohh...I just don't know about this, Professor!" Bernadette whined from her spot in Byleth's shadow, padding along right at her heels. Her hands were firmly grasping her professor's jacket as she was led forward, scuttling with short, nervous steps and doing her best to avoid eye contact with everyone they passed. "How is this going to help?!"

"I have to wonder that, myself." Sothis chimed up. She was the final link in the chain, floating behind the duo that were moving through the monastery to a particular student's room. With the determined professor at the lead Sothis made a curious but mostly apathetic caboose, the two of them sandwiching the shy young woman that needed to be dragged everywhere she went. Sothis folded one knee over the other, tapping her chin as she continued to float unseen and unheard by anyone but her host. "This seems like a bold plan, even for you. Do you really think it's called for?"

"Bernadetta." Byleth's voice was thoughtful, patient, but clear enough for both of her followers to hear. "What did he do to you again?"

"H-H-He...he picked me up! Drug me outside! And I was squirming and telling him to put me down and that I didn't want to be touched and, and, an-" She silenced herself when Byleth lifted a hand in a gentle command, gulping down the rest of the story and going back to burying her face against Byleth's cloak. The professor spoke up casually in the aftermath, and even though she was speaking directly to Sothis...it didn't really matter with Bernie. Her critically timid student wasn't exactly the type to try to interject herself into a conversation, even if she thought she was the only other person around.

"He has to learn that my students aren't to be touched if they don't ask for it." The professor's voice was calm, flat, emotionless. Just like always. "And so I'm going to show Caspar exactly who Bernadetta belongs to."

"Y...Yeah! You're right!" The girl clinging to her managed to chirp up, a little bravery creeping into her voice. The fact that Byleth referred to her like a third party didn't seem to bother her, especially considering her own habits. "Bernie's the professor's property! That means...that means he better keep his grubby hands off of me!"

Sothis, floating behind with a deadpan expression, didn't seem entirely impressed.

"This is exactly what that short-haired girl did with your father." She remarked, but Byleth ignored her comment, confident that she could pull off Leonie's gambit far more effectively than that upstart. Soon they entered the student dorms, and a swift turn put them on a beeline for Caspar's door. That rowdy young man had been trouble for her since day one - always starting fights, refusing to acknowledge his limitations, constantly underestimating dangers on the battlefield. He needed to be taken down a few pegs for a dozen reasons, and this was going to do it for sure.

Byleth was going to give Bernadetta the fucking of her life...and Caspar was going to sit there and watch it happen.

And probably Sothis too, but she was admittedly way more into that sort of thing.

"Professor, why do I have to sit here and watch this? And why do you have to do it in my room?!" Caspar crossed his arms over his chest, pouting furiously. As he sat at the edge of his bed it was evident he was the only one not having any fun on it, and that was entirely by the design of Byleth's lesson plan. Scowling furiously, Caspar's eager demeanor seemed understandably muted, considering the circumstances. "Can't you do this anywhere?"

"No questions during the lesson, Caspar." Byleth's voice was short and swift, the stern tone of a teacher keeping order in her classroom. And for Byleth, the classroom was wherever lessons were taught! The main hall, the battlefield, the other end of a student's bed while a different student sucked her cock...Byleth was a versatile teacher in that regard. With a soft noise of contentment rising from her throat Byleth threaded her fingers into Bernadetta's shaggy hair, guiding the girl's head to dip even lower to tend to her balls. "You've licked the shaft enough, Bernadetta. Show me what else you've learned."

"Y-Yes, Professor! Right away, Professor!" When Byleth firsts brought her into Caspar's room and ordered Bernie to strip, the shy young woman nearly fainted from the command. It wasn't until Byleth had stripped the girl's clothes away herself and gave her no say in the matter that Bernadetta's young body became exposed - free to not only the gaze of the professor and her ghostly friend, but the stubborn young man that dared pick her up without consent. Much to Bernie's surprise, once she was left bare with that modest chest and that wonderfully round little rear, she didn't feel quite so self-conscious...and if anything, she was starting to enjoy showing off! As strange as it was, and as much as Bernadetta disliked attention of any kind, when she was naked and on her knees in front of her professor things just felt...right. "A-Am I doing a good job, Professor?"

"Caspar? Do you think she's doing a good job?" Byleth's voice rose in the room, just as Bernie's mouth dipped to her balls. The purple-haired recluse started to worship them with widely stretched lips and a long, hungry tongue, smoothing back and forth across each side while leaving the pouch glistening in her spit. It was messy, sloppy, noisy work filled not only with the moist music of her tongue smoothing across Byleth's sack but tiny whimpers of delight that came from Bernie herself - shivering noises of pleasure and glee that ran through her as she worked. Byleth, with a stone-faced gaze turned to face Caspar, patiently waiting for the boy to respond. "Can you tell if I'm enjoying her or not?"

"Well...I mean...obviously you are!" Caspar pouted all the harder, scrunching his nose up and closing his arms even firmer around his chest. He was sitting with crossed legs and hunched shoulders, sneering like the immature brat he was so prone to being. Typically Caspar rushed headlong into any conflict - never one to back down from a fight, always eager to jump into action even if it wasn't called for at the moment. But this? This sitting around watching as Bernadetta sucked on Byleth's dick?! He scoffed, and gestured towards Byleth's member with a flailing gesture. "You're rock hard, Professor! If you're going to fuck her, just fuck her and get it over with, all right?!"

Byleth quirked a brow, and Bernie gave a chirping moan against the soft, warm flesh of her professor's balls. Floating behind the blue-haired girl, seen and heard only to one, chuckled and held her hands to her belly.

"Oh, my my my!" Sothis beamed, and clicked her tongue to the roof of her mouth. "He's putting up such a fuss! I'll admit, this is way more effective than what that girl attempted to pull off with your father." She slipped a hand forward, idly tapping at her chin as she pondered. "Do you suppose the boy is enjoying it? He certainly seems to be squirming around a lot, like a fish at the end of your line."

Sothis was observant, that much was for certain. Byleth had noticed that Caspar was sporting a bulge from the moment she peeled Bernadetta's clothes away from her, and it continued to cause him discomfort throughout the entire oral lesson. He shifted back and forth, pressed his thighs together when he thought she wasn't looking, and likely would've stuffed his hand down the front of his uniform if his pride would have allowed it. It was almost enough to make Byleth quirk a smile, but she had more important matters at hand. After gazing down at Bernie and pulling her spit-soaked balls away from the girl's mouth, Byleth finally spoke and began to rise up to her feet.

"Bernadetta, lay flat on the bed. Caspar, sit on the floor right here." Her finger moved with precision, placing her students with a specific purpose in mind. "I'm ready to advance the lesson."

"Bernie's going to get fucked?!" Bernadetta was practically bubbling over with excitement, and scrambled to obey her professor's command. Caspar's movements were far more begrudging, and the boy slammed his feet to the floor while he moved to do as instructed. As Bernadetta giggled and flopped into position, Byleth suddenly snagged one of Caspar's arms - holding the boy close as she lowered her mouth to the edge of his ear. Her words were a hushed whisper meant only for him, and they harbored not only a stern warning for the boy, but a bit of a reprieve as well.

"From now on, you don't lay your hands on someone if they tell you not to." She cautioned him in a firm tone, just as her hand tightened against his arm. There was nothing veiled about that threat - if he stepped out of line one more time, he'd have a far rougher punishment coming. Once she let her voice hiss in his ear she started to release him, though offered one more thought before finally letting her fingers fall away. "By that merit, what you touch on your own body is your business."

Caspar, whose cheeks were flushed bright red and whose eyes had gone large at the words of warning from his teacher, simply nodded. He understood the message well enough. He didn't have to sit in discomfort and squirming frustration if he didn't want to. For what was about to come next, he was free to touch himself...even if he wasn't free to touch either of them. Caspar slid down to the floor and braced his back against the edge of the mattress, thinking about his teacher's words as he did so. While Byleth moved into position - standing with her feet adjacent to either side of Caspar's hips and her cock looming a few inches above his head - Sothis made an impressed noise as she spoke to her host.

"That was very kind of you." She cooed, watching as Byleth grasped Bernie's hips, dragging her closer to the edge of the mattress. The shy young woman was braced on her hands and knees, and as Byleth moved her into position the union of her teenage pussy and her professor's cock would take place mere inches above Caspar's head - the best seat in the house now that he had permission to touch himself. Sothis even feigned giving a tiny kiss to the top of Byleth's head, which the professor couldn't feel...and yet still somehow sensed. "You truly are a talented teacher."

Since Caspar's vision was blocked by a dick pressing against a tender pussy with a patch of purple hair above it and Bernie's gaze was fixed on the far wall of Caspar's room, Byleth didn't mind looking at Sothis and offering her a smirk and a wink. It was nice to know that the floating, tiny brat could still be impressed with her.

"Mmm, Professor, it already feels so good!" Bernadetta was wiggling her hips from side to side, grinding her folds against the tip of the older woman's cock. Byleth had to actively squeeze the girl's waist to keep her in place, always ensuring that she was perfectly positioned just above Caspar's face. Bernie was thriving underneath the attention of Caspar, and even Byleth had to admit...she was surprised. Impressed, even. Perhaps this was the key to helping the girl come out of her shell this entire time. "H-Hurry up, please! I don't know if I can wait anymore!"

With a smirk, Byleth gave Bernie precisely what she begged for. She squeezed the tip of her prick precisely to the girl's entrance before suddenly slamming forward, fucking Bernadetta down to the base with one fierce, hard stroke. The girl's voice filled the air in a sudden shriek of delight, and Bernie gripped at Caspar's sheets to prevent herself from flailing right off the bed. Byleth held nothing back, giving Bernadetta no time to get used to the girth of her member before she pulled back and slammed forward once more, drilling in and out with rapid, desperate pumps of her impressive length. The soaked slit of the teenage shut-in handled every last thrust with a firm, moist grip - and just inches below, Caspar could experience it all. The flawless sound of Byleth's shaft driving deep into that wet hole, the intense smell of arousal that came from their passionate union, and from time to time a few drops of nectar that splashed from Bernie's slit down to his face.

A few minutes ago, he was outraged that his professor forced him into this. Now? He was ready to sing her praises for giving him permission to play with himself. Caspar whimpered from underneath them both as he flopped his length out of his pants - smaller than Byleth, but then, most men at Garreg Mach were. With his length firmly within his grip he began to pump himself furiously, watching with utter fascination as his professor pounded the girl he had been nurturing a tiny crush on. Oddly enough, for Caspar there was no shame in that moment. No jealousy that Byleth was fucking Bernadetta, no hostility in his typically ready-to-fight mind.

If anything, he was thankful. Thankful that his teacher let him witness this...and thankful she was so patient in teaching him this lesson.

Caspar continued to stroke his length as Byleth fucked Bernie faster and faster, and the timid young woman's voice filled the room with the sound of profound pleasure. It almost would've been enough to convince the students out on the school grounds that Caspar was giving her the fucking of her life, but that ship sailed the second they all watched Bernie follow Byleth into his room. There was no doubt among any of the students who was making the shut in sing that afternoon.

"B...Bernie's feeling...really good!" Bernie wobbled on her knees, struggling to keep herself braced upon them. She looked back at Byleth to see the stone faced features of her professor, as difficult to read as she ever was, but still giving it to her with every bit of strength she could. "P...Professor! I...I might...I might do that...that thing I did before, I…"

"Then do it." Byleth responded simply and firmly, her hands locking all the tighter to Berine's waist. She even began to stand on her toes for a bit of extra leverage, thrusting downward into Bernie's slit and bringing her pussy even closer to Caspar's face. She couldn't see or hear the boy below them, but she knew damn well what he was doing...and could guess at the intense pleasure he was experiencing. Caspar was a bit of a pain sometimes, but like so many of her students just needed a bit of discipline.

Or, like an unruly pet, a little squirt to correct his behavior.

Bernie was going to give him just that, if her words were to be believed. The first time the girl was fucked into a squirting orgasm she almost imploded on herself in shame - apologizing so hard and fast to Byleth that she started to hyperventilate. It had taken the older woman quite a bit of effort and gentle coaching to teach Bernie that her explosive orgasms weren't just acceptable but thrilling in their own right, and with the confidence her professor gave her the girl was ready to lean into it. From squirting in shame and apologizing endlessly to eagerly waiting for when she'd blast her classmate's face with her guiltless nectar.

Bernie's emotional growth was unstoppable!

Byleth could tell her student was getting close, and she made sure to join her by the time the moment was upon them. With one sharp, swift clap of her hand against Bernie's ass she thrust downward yet again, pushing her so far down that her glistening slit "kissed" Caspar's forehead in the split-second before she released. Caspar barely had time to process the sensation of the girl's nectar glazing his forehead before the torrent came, and he sat there point blank while the two unloaded upon each other. Neither one of them were thinking about his presence...but he would certainly feel the storm of their enjoyment on his cheeks.

While Bernie squirted her nectar down upon Caspar in a shocking hot streak, Byleth pumped her load deep into the young woman with a girthy length throbbing hard against the girl's tightly-gripping folds. Caspar himself spasmed and quaked underneath the attention - from the scent to the heat plastering his face and the squirt and cum soaking his frankly ridiculous hair - he had no other recourse but to unload within his own trembling, tight-fisted hand. His streaks of cum flew into the air before falling right back down against his lap, and the boy was left pounding his member in whimpering glee, his face coated and his shirt collar soaked.

"That's all for now." Byleth announced simply, much to the chagrin of her students. Bernie looked over her shoulder with her creampie oozing from her slit and a pouty look on her adorable cheeks, and Caspar gazed up at his professor with a clear need to discuss just what happened. He'd have to sort things out for himself, though, as Byleth was already in the process of slipping her jacket back on and tucking her glistening dick underneath her skirt once more. "Bernadetta? Get dressed."

"O-Okay, Professor, right away!" The girl wobbled from the edge of the bed, and as she did so her pussy naturally squeezed more of Byleth's cum from its grip. It dripped and drizzled across him the entire time she shifted to her feet, including a fairly heavy spoonful of spunk that fell directly on his still-sensitive rod. Bernadetta didn't even look at Caspar as she went about getting dressed, although Byleth looked down at the messy boy with a tiny smirk tugging at the corner of her lips.

"I trust I won't have to give you this lesson again, Caspar." She announced simply, and dropped her hands at her hips. She waited for Caspar to catch his breath and look up to regard her properly before she added a tiny, thoughtful addition. A dare, if Caspar truly was as brave as he was headstrong. "It would be a shame if I needed to repeat myself. With Petra, or Catherine, perhaps."

And with that, Byleth spun on a heel and made her way to the door - with Bernadette close behind her and the invisible Sothis taking up the rear. The spirit girl lingered for a few seconds afterwards, tilting her head and watching what Caspar did next. Sure enough, he sat there soaked in cum and breathing heavily...just before he lowered his hand to his member anew, and smeared Byleth's cream across his tip.

"She really is a wonderful professor!" Sothis chirped in delight, and quickly rushed to catch up with her host.

End of Chapter 5.

Chapter 6: Top of the Class, On Top of the Desk

Summary:

If you're Ingrid, there's only ONE way to make sure that you do right by your family and help make a name for them. Can you guess it?

That's right. You get knocked up by your professor. THAT'S how you impress the nobles.

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Let Bygones Be Byleths

Chapter 6: Top of the Class, On Top of the Desk

-by Drace Domino

One of the many important lessons taught at Garreg Mach Monastery was that birthright was not enough to earn success. Only with a combination of skill and hard work could a student excel and receive what they truly desired, and no family - no matter how noble - received the approving eye of the professor just because of which group of entitled fops they belonged to back home. With Professor Byleth's high standards serving as a guide, her students pushed towards accomplishing their dreams - whether it was to become a fine artist, an expert swordsman, or even continue their family line in a way that would make other houses envious. But none of those desires were simply granted. Glory could only be earned, not given.

"Uh...h-hello, everyone," Ingrid stood at the front of the class, clutching in her hands the edges of the classroom's podium. Stretched out before her was a small stack of papers, her assignment for the week, and beyond the edge of the podium the entire class of her fellow students watched with various states of interest. From Ferdinand and Sylvain standing upright with a smile to Bernadetta hiding in the back, it was a spread of people that Ingrid deeply respected. It made her blush all the harder as she looked down at her essay and cleared her throat. "My...my mid-semester report about what I want to accomplish in life is titled...uh...it's titled…"

"Speak up, Ingrid," a feminine voice slipped from behind the blonde, forcing her to gaze over her shoulder only to spot Professor Byleth sitting at her desk. She was leaning back with confidence and a calm expression on her face, elbows resting on the armrest and her fingers tented. "Crisp and clear. Don't be shy."

"Y-Yes, Professor," Ingrid's words ran a counterpoint to her face, which was blushing tremendously. Still, with Byleth's blessing she faced the class once more as she steadied herself and began to speak. "My essay is titled 'Why Professor Byleth Should Breed Me.'"

It was a persuasive essay. While the whole class watched with blended looks of shock and jealousy, the sophisticated young noble stood tall, fingers gripping the podium as she spoke in a forcibly strained but professional tone. This was difficult for her - terribly so, considering her aversion to admitting such desires - but that was the entire point. Just like how Marianne would never pet more horses than anyone else without first finding them, Ingrid would never earn the seed she sought without putting in the effort.

"...and even though my Crest of Daphnel is a minor one, I believe that it would yield interesting results if I was to mate with the Professor," Ingrid was on page two of a five page report, squeezing her thighs together and taking slow, deep breaths in between each point. "The lands under Count Galatea's rule are all treated with a just and fair eye, with tithes to the Church of Seiros even higher now that I've begun attending Garreg Mach. It is my belief that if I were to be carrying the child of our dear professor, my father would be easily encouraged to support the monastery even further. It would improve life for the faculty and students here, and give my father the sort of esteemed legacy he's so desperately wanted."

"Well, I'm convinced," Dorothea chimed up from her desk, clapping her hands together and giggling. "Professor! You're going to do it, aren't you? Don't leave my poor Ingrid waiting and barren!"

As the students all giggled and snickered, Ingrid only blushed even brighter. She let a hand reach up to tease her fingers against the single golden braid hanging down over her shoulder, wringing against it and fidgeting nervously. Thankfully, she wasn't forced to endure the teasing attention for too much longer, as Professor Byleth chimed up a few seconds after with a critical, stern voice from her desk.

"Dorothea? Don't interrupt," she murmured, her once-content gaze turning to the songstress with a look of near-deadpan dismissal. "You're not one to talk about lusting after the faculty."

The songstress' blush matched Ingrid's own, and as she shrunk back into her seat Ingrid had the opportunity to continue. With another deep breath to collect her nerves and one more bracing look back to the blue-haired professor watching so patiently, the blonde finally turned back to address her peers further.

"Now, you may be asking, what about the physical parameters of pleasure?" she began, lifting up a hand to gently tap at her chin. "While I am not particularly experienced, Professor Byleth is an accomplished lover, as so many of us know. I am confident that her skills would more than make up for my own personal failings, and I am quite happy to take the role of a submissive student ready to learn at her behest. I also find the professor particularly attractive, with her aloof but strangely intense nature reminding me of what life is often like in the presence of nobles. Additionally, though I may not match the physical appeal of many of the professor's other lovers, I have been told on countless occasions that I am 'Sexy for a tomboy,' and that my face would look pleasant smeared in someone else's nocturnal emissions. I also believe that my slender physique and modest bustline would be enhanced as the stages of pregnancy proceed, with my breasts swelling to a hefty degree and my belly bump adding curves to what is otherwise a dagger-thin physique."

She took a deep breath, stood up straight, and seemed determined to stick the landing.

"In closing, it is my belief that Professor Byleth impregnating me would not just be pleasurable for us on a personal level, but would improve the quality of life for everyone in Fodlan. Garreg Mach would have more money, my family line would be assured for another generation, and I would be presented as a more tempting individual to leer at." A swift swallow, and she squeezed her thighs just a little tighter together. "The decision of whether or not to breed me - Ingrid Brandl Galatea - may very well be among the most important decisions ever made in this age. I now yield my time, and thank you for this opportunity to speak."

With that, Ingrid straightened out her papers once more and swiftly returned to her seat. The classroom all clapped politely, although the reactions of the students tended to be mixed. Dorothea seemed absolutely bursting with pride over her friend's detailed report of why she should be knocked up, while Sylvain and Ferdinand looked understandably...conflicted. Realizing that they wouldn't be the ones to do it was disappointment, but how could they reject any plan that would lead to a bigger breasted Ingrid running around? Once the noblewoman was in her seat and finally starting to calm down, the next student was called up to the podium to give her speech. Annette had to stand on a box to make her cute features peek out from behind, but once she did her eyes were flashing with excitement as her hands flailed forward.

"Picture it!" she spoke with such a sudden enthusiasm that it jostled half the class, making them jump from their seats. "As tall as Garreg Mach's highest point! As wide as the Rose-Colored River! This is my twenty point plan for Mercie and me to make Fodlan's biggest cupcake!"

"So, you're really going to go through with Ingrid's proposal?"

"Mhm."

"And you see nothing wrong with shooting more of your valuable seed into yet another fertile valley amongst these noble brats?"

"Mmn."

"I see. Well...I suppose so long as you're enjoying yourself."

She was. She really, really was. After dismissing the rest of the class, Byleth asked Ingrid to stay behind to discuss the score she received on her essay. It was clear before too long that she was going to receive an A, considering how Byleth already ushered her onto her hands and knees and was steadily feeding her cock past the noble's warm, inviting lips. While she leaned back in her office chair with one hand tucked underneath her chin and a bemused expression on her lips, Byleth's brow was gently arched as she gazed down at her lap to study the young woman's technique. Ingrid was...inexperienced, to be sure, but just like during training exercises, she threw herself into the task with a zeal that was to be admired. One hand scooped underneath her teacher's sack and the other bracing fingertips to the very edge of her base, the girl was keen on letting her mouth do most of the work through a series of rapid licks, darting against Byleth's rod like the countless strikes of a blade.

And all the while, as Ingrid toiled and Byleth sat with thighs spread and a faint smile on her face, Sothis lingered behind the professor with her own analysis.

"My my my, she certainly is looking to impress," the green-haired spirit pondered, tapping her chin in thought. "As if that essay wasn't enough! Well...if you're doing this, you should at least tell her to take off her clothes! I'm curious to see what a true knight's pussy looks like in this day and age."

"Ingrid?" Byleth was hesitant to do anything to ruin the attention being offered to her, but she knew from experience that if she didn't appease Sothis, the spirit would just keep whining. "Get out of your uniform for me. I can't get you pregnant through your breeches."

"Y...Yes, Professor!" Ingrid gave a nod, slipping from her teacher's lap, only to suddenly be stopped. Byleth was holding a single hand outward to give Ingrid pause, her smile tugging gently at the corner of her lips while she added a condition to her task.

"I didn't say to stop sucking my cock while you do it."

Ingrid's cheeks had seemingly been wearing the same heavy blush since her essay began. That much was Byleth's fault for countless reasons - beyond the obvious, the knight-in-training hadn't undergone the same sexual training as her other students. While girls like Bernadetta, Mercedes, and Lysithea had long since learned how to kneel in front of their professor, Ingrid was still learning the ropes of being a slut - and still learning how to embrace it. She looked tremendously shy as she slithered her hands down to the buttons of her uniform as she started to work herself free of it, and in the same instant the girl gently let her head dip down, moving right back to Byleth's still-slickened cock. Her lips cradled the glistening tip underneath the sensitive head before ushering it into her mouth, flattening her tongue and gazing up at Byleth with big, adoring eyes while she resumed her duty.

"There you go. Now you're learning," Byleth's bemused smile intensified, and she stretched back anew to enjoy. While Ingrid continued to suck her down with only her mouth, taking the inches deep into her throat only to bull back again, Sothis floated around to watch the noble undress with her own look of excitement. Despite the admonishments towards Byleth she had delighted in doling out, the spirit's eyes were shining Ingrid started to peel away her clothing, revealing pale, toned flesh that could only come from the efforts of a budding knight. Her body was lovely but far from feminine, with a flat, tomboyish chest and thighs that were seemingly always taut and ready to pounce. Breeding would do her well to make her look like a proper, feminine noblewoman.

"Mmm...she's certainly excited for you," Sothis chuckled, peeking at where Ingrid was kneeling, only to find a glistening pussy in a constant grind between the noblewoman's thighs. "She might be offering her womb up to you for her family, but I daresay it was an easy decision for her to come to. The girl is absolutely soaked!"

Byleth didn't respond to Sothis for fear of confusing the blonde sucking her down. It was the constant struggle of Garreg Mach's most in-demand professor - the green-haired, floating burden that only she could see and hear that was never far from interjecting herself. She still afforded Sothis a tiny wink while she was sure that Ingrid was otherwise distracted, and then slowly stretched down a hand to take the girl's hair by the single golden braid, pulling at it until the tip of her cock popped free of Ingrid's dutiful mouth.

"That's enough of that for now," she half-purred, and continued tugging at Ingrid's hair until the girl was naturally starting to lift to her feet. "We don't want to waste any cum, do we? A single drop could hold the future of the Galatea family, after all."

The squeak that she received in response, born from deep within Ingrid's tightening throat, was all the acceptance she needed to bend the girl further to her will. It was an easy task to force the noble over to the edge of her desk, slowly rising from her seat to position herself directly behind her. Her motions were slow and patient while her spit soaked cock rested against Ingrid's backside, gently sitting on the girl's tailbone while she lowered her hands to begin pushing her into position. One of Ingrid's knees were brought up to brace against the top of the desk while the other foot was kept firm to the ground, ensuring that she was spread nice and wide, revealing that glistening, pink pussy hiding underneath.

"You know that it might not happen the first time," Byleth finally spoke, just as her palm lowered across Ingrid's backside and her fingers nestled against the girl's pussy. She dug gently forward with her center two fingers until she found a warm, wet, inviting grip - muscles tensing and squeezing against her while Ingrid's breath was caught in a sharp and sudden whimper. "You'll need to come back every day until we're sure you're pregnant. And even then...if you want to make sure your baby has a chance at bearing my crest…"

"I'll...I'll be here every day, Professor," Ingrid gazed over her shoulder, eyes wide and obedient. "I'm not afraid of hard work."

"Good, because that's exactly what it's going to be," Professor Byleth responded simply, just before lining her tip to the girl's entrance and working herself inside. Her girth was enormous that lazy afternoon - thanks in part to her purposely holding back for just this occasion. Bernadetta didn't get her morning breakfast of her professor's cum, such was the level of determination that Byleth had to reward a good student like Ingrid. Her sack was sensitive against the chill of the room and the lines of spit oozing across it, her throbbing member was practically aching for the grip of the knight's pussy, and when Byleth finally pushed forward an excited hiss ran from deep in the back of her throat while the inches started to be claimed.

"Oh, goodness!" Sothis was, as always, lingering close by and watching with fascination. By that point, the spirit had pressed her back against the side of the desk where Ingrid was braced against it, her head just underneath the girl's slowly-spreading pussy for what was easily the best seat in all of Garreg Mach. With her own thighs spread and her rump on the floor for once, Sothis' hand had snuck between her legs where she was toying with her own spectral pussy. "She's loving this, isn't she? Aww...every time you do something like this, it only makes me upset that I can't join you! How I would've loved to help you breed this spoiled brat!"

Byleth listened, but didn't respond - partly because of a shared sentiment that was bittersweet on her tongue, but mostly because her focus was firmly on Ingrid's naked form. The noblewoman was gripping the edges of her desk, her braid and breasts all bouncing as she did her best to hold steady. The inches continued to slide within her bit by bit, and the longer that impossibly tight entrance was stretched around Byleth's impressive unit, the more the noble squeaked and whimpered. This was what she wanted, after all...and now, she needed to endure it as Byleth did the deed.

"P...Professor…" Ingrid's voice was still respectful and professional, casting her gaze over her shoulder as she looked at the older woman. "P...Please, professor...make sure that I have...that I have strong babies worthy of becoming knights! For Galatea!"

"That'll be up to you, Ingrid," Byleth responded simply and honestly, though she combed her fingers down the back of the blonde's hair in a moment of small consolation. She had no intention of actually being there for the hard part, after all. "I can only help you get your start."

Years and years from now, in a Fodlan that was changed by virtue of the students of Garreg Mach, Ingrid would no doubt have a slew of young knights to raise. Brave boys that idolized the soldiers of Galatea, strong and clever young women that could hold their own in any ranks. And when they asked about their father - when they asked about their royal legacy - Ingrid would shamelessly tell them the truth without a trace of humiliation.

As a teenager, she got knocked up by her teacher's huge cock. For Fodlan.

"Y...Yes, Professor!" Ingrid spoke a little louder now, and for the first time pushed back against Byleth's lap, ushering another heavy, girthy inch inside of her pussy. As her head spun with thoughts of the future, which dreams of the glory she would take back to her family, she found her body moving faster and harder, oftentimes shaking through no intention of her own. Even her words seemed to be from a different source, drawing upon the dirty things she'd heard in the mess hall as she shamelessly parted her lips and curled her tongue in glee. "F...Fuck me, please! Treat me as you would one of the whores at the tavern!"

A nice sentiment, but Byleth couldn't help but smirk. Who needed whores when you had the entire student body of Garreg Mach as your personal playthings?

With a smug smile spreading across her lips, and Sothis directly underneath the point of penetration, Byleth began to rush forward with a newfound energy. Her spit-soaked cock plunged deep within Ingrid's folds, making the girl's howl fill the classroom along with the sound of a heavy, wet slap of flesh against flesh. She gave the girl no time to collect her thoughts nor any time to catch her breath, for as soon as the first thrust finished she was pulling back for another, and swiftly falling into a pace that left Ingrid constantly, hopelessly overwhelmed. The girl's screams filled the halls of Garreg Mach in that early afternoon, assuring all of her classmates that her essay was indeed successful, informing each and every one of them that yes, Ingrid Brandl Galatea was getting bred by Professor Byleth. Her hands clutched the sides of the desk as her knee scooted a little further forward on the surface, pressing her naked chest flat against it as she tried to assume the most fuckable, horniest position she could. And as Byleth claimed her with a relentless hunger, Ingrid's voice soon folded from spastic screams to more pronounced moans - not just a wailing sound anymore, but true words to flood the halls beyond.

"F...Fuck me harder, Professor, please! I beg you!" She was polite, even in the depths of her sluttiness. "I...I crave your release! I desperately wish to raise your children! I will proudly let your babies drink at my teat like the wolves of battle they will become!"

"Oh dear, she's not...particularly good at that part," Sothis murmured from underneath, but didn't stop teasing her phantasmal pussy for a second. Her head was simply tilted to the side as she watched that blonde-maned slit get pounded, studying it the entire time. When Byleth fucked particularly deep it was enough to displace a bit of nectar from the girl's entrance, and it simply fell straight through the image of the sitting, ghostly goddess to the floor below. Still, a part of her could feel it tingle against her skin, and that made her own fingers work quicker at her nethers. "At least it looks like she's really squeezing at you. I daresay she'll be a fun new hobby for you, hmm?"

Again, Byleth didn't bother responding to the green-haired girl that lived in her head. They could talk about it afterwards, once Ingrid had either hobbled out of the classroom on shaky knees and cum-staind thighs, or was simply passed out lying on her side. If it was the latter, she'd need to drape a blanket over her before the next class came in, but it'd hardly be the only time Byleth's students saw the aftermath of one of her creamy midday romps. It was undeniable that Ingrid was yet another warm pussy for Byleth to wrap around her cock - another horny teenager that couldn't get enough, that craved becoming the personal slut of the professor as much as she craved her next breath. And just like all the others, there wasn't a hint of jealousy or shame in that depraved mindset. If anything, she was joyful to finally be included...and honored to be promised the chance to carry her babies.

"I feel like I'm on fire, Professor! My pussy is getting so wickedly hot!" Ingrid's voice continued to call out, her eyes crossed as she stared across the room and a long thread of spit dangling from the corner of her lips to the surface of the desk below. With fingers taut around the edge and every pump forward sliding her sweat-licked figure back and forth, she was reaching a new apex of pleasure that she'd never experienced on her own. Her first true climax while getting fucked, her first peak stirred inside of her by a throbbing, twitching unit. "There's...there's something happening inside of me, Professor! Please! Please breed me now! Please stain my insides with your warm and precious release! Infuse me with the essence of your Crest!"

"Oof." Sothis merely rolled her eyes, but didn't interfere any further as Byleth started to push herself to the finish line.

The professor was red-faced as she rushed to her peak, her hands at that point having locked against Ingrid's body to keep her perfectly in place to get fucked. One hand was twisted within her golden braid to hold it almost like a leash, and the other had been switching positions from either clapping the noble on her finely-toned ass or simply reaching underneath her, groping at handfuls of teenage breast. Just as she was pushing Ingrid into all new heights, Byleth too was rapidly nearing her climax, and when she finally slammed against it she rocked forward on her toes, reaching far ahead to grab the far edge of the desk and yank herself close as much as she could. It was with that final motion and that last thrust that she planted her cock as deep into Ingrid's pussy as possible, clapping her tip against the girl's innermost walls, making Ingrid unleash a faint squeak as she realized just what was about to happen.

Sothis watched with wide eyes and three fingers inside of her trembling entrance, gasping as she witnessed it from below. Byleth's sack hanging mere inches above her face, pulsing and quivering as she mustered a peak that had been brewing since early that morning. What little of Byleth's cock that couldn't fit inside of Ingrid was actively pulsing, letting Sothis know that the muscles were already in the process of painting the noblewoman's insides with the precious reward of virile, quasi-magical spunk. From the sounds of Ingrid's whimpers and whines and even Byleth's tender grunts it was clear that the moment was deeply intimate for them both - for Ingrid, the moment that she was likely bred by her beloved professor, paving the way not only for her future but that of her entire family's name. And for Byleth...well...just another notch on her desk. But that didn't mean she didn't care!

While Sothis watched, she could see the cream slowly start to seep out - slowly at first, with a ring of white forming against the seam of Byleth's rod and Ingrid's quivering pink folds. The phantasmal goddess nearly let her head slip up to take a lick before remembering somberly her lot in the afterlife, and she swiftly closed her lips to focus instead on witnessing it all. The twitching of Ingrid's thighs as she convulsed in a violent but mostly static orgasm. The quivering of her nethers as her young body was taught the pleasures that Professor Byleth could offer. And of course, the way that massive member still pulsed inside of her, pumping rope after rope of rich, warm, thick cum long after she was already filled. Byleth saved up for her that day...and she made sure Ingrid's essay received a proper response.

"...g...gracious…" Sothis whispered to herself, her own thighs tight against her wrist and her three fingers all hooked inside of her pussy. Of all the girls she'd seen Byleth fuck, this one...this one took her breath away. Whether it was the proximity or the payload of cum the blue-haired woman was firing forward, whether it was Ingrid's moans or the way those drops of cream started to fall through Sothis' face...the tiny, green-haired thing once more licked her lips with growing trepidation. "...I...I wish...wish I…"

"Oh, Professor, there's just so much of it!" Ingrid's voice cut off Sothis' quiet words, without ever hearing them to begin with. Firmly believing it was truly just the two of them in the classroom that day, she wiggled her hips from side to side and spoke in a voice that was dreamy and light. Gazing over her shoulder, she stared fondly at the older woman, though was still unable to peel her hands away from the desk as she spoke in a breathless, weary voice. "My...my body feels so warm...all the way to my belly! Oh, Professor, thank you! I'm sure that I've been made pregnant by your actions! You've saved House Galatea for a certainty!"

"Just remember what I said, Ingrid," Byleth murmured, and gave the blonde one big, heavy slap on the back of her fit ass. It was enough to make her squeak and shudder, convulsing in a small aftershock of delight. "I expect you here in my office every day from now on. Even once we know you've been knocked up."

"T...Tough but fair, Professor Byleth, thank you."

Byleth chuckled, and after combing her fingers down the back of Ingrid's hair, finally pulled her hips back. That large, still-twitching cock was hard to pull free of the girl's nethers, considering how fiercely she was still squeezing and how hesitant her body was to give up the satisfying stuffing she'd received. From underneath, Sothis watched with her fingers still working against her trembling slit, eyes wide and mouth open in a breathless gasp as she witnessed it all. The struggle of Byleth's hips, the way Ingrid's body naturally tried to keep her inside, and then finally in a glorious moment the inevitable escape. That big, throbbing, impressive slab of feminine meat popped free of Ingrid's pussy, and in the immediate aftermath the blonde gave a whimper that came in the exact same moment as an avalanche of cum.

With her pink hole gaping and gasping, Ingrid couldn't contain that copious cream she'd been packed with, and if a split-second it suddenly fell straight down from her entrance. Some of it clung and dangled to her nethers, swinging to splash against her thighs or the side of the desk, but there was a healthy glob of it that plummeted straight down towards Sothis' face. With a quiet lamentation, Sothis pouted in the knowledge that it would just fall right through her the same as everything else - that her existence would remain forever on the outside looking in, unable to touch the world around her.

When that sloppy patch of cum suddenly struck her face in a very real, very tangible way...the ghostly goddess's shock was only rivalled by the intense, thrashing climax that followed.

Her screams of delight were so sharp and so loud that it was a wonder that they didn't shatter the veil keeping her from the rest of the world - for they were certainly enough that Byleth held her ears as she gazed down at her tiny companion. Any look of irritation was soon replaced by a look of surprise, though, for she stared down at Sothis with a wet, messy, runny facial caressing across her otherwise flawless skin. Byleth's overflow glazed over Sothis' eyes, slithered down the edges of her nose, even settled within her open, moaning mouth while resting on that wiggling pink tongue. Her young features were twisted in an expression of intense glee as she sat convulsing, grinding her hips forward to meet her three-fingered touch while that tiny pussy clenched and shuddered.

It was a good thing that Ingrid was already curling up on the desk and ready to doze, for she never witnessed the look on Byleth's face upon realizing that her cum had breached the barrier between life and death.

Sothis sat there, cum-glazed and tired, finally swallowing what excess had splashed into her mouth. Afterwards, she slowly tilted her head to look up at Byleth, and whispered in a voice that bordered between fear and a desperate, yearning hope.

"We…" she nibbled her bottom lip, just as a thread of cum dangled from the tip of her nose. "...we must talk about what this means."

There was some newfound power awakening in the classroom that day - and just like the womb she had no doubt seeded with her copious cum, what transpired within would change Fodlan forever.

End of Chapter 6.

Chapter 7: Sunny With a Chance of Pussy

Summary:

Constance von Nuvelle would NEVER participate in the sort of lewd relationships that the other students have with Professor Byleth!

Unless it's a sunny day outside, then bitch ain't got a choice.

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Let Bygones Be Byleths

Chapter 7: Sunny With a Chance of Pussy

-by Drace Domino

The joys of Garreg Mach on a sunny afternoon couldn't be beat, although that wasn't to say that a partly overcast day didn't have joys of its own. While dark clouds hung overhead and the sun fought desperately to break through the sky, the students of the monastery went about their business - training, learning, praying, and feasting at the cafeteria. None of them gave much thought to the sky overhead save for one, and it was one of - in Rhea's own words - the garbage children that lived in the trash alleys.

Or, as they prepared to be called, the Ashen Wolves.

"Hmph," Constance folded her arms as she stood at the exit to the surface above, her eyes narrow as she looked at the dreary, overcast day. It was clear things would clear up before too long and that was enough to give her pause, wanting nothing to do with a bright and cheery day underneath the inviting sun. Still...ever since she and the other members of the Ashen Wolves were introduced to life mingling with the rest of Garreg Mach, it was difficult to resist the siren's call of a fanciful meal shoulder-to-shoulder with other sophisticates. After all, how would she ever rebuild House Nuvelle if she didn't make connections and forge relationships with other nobles?! "I...suppose it will be fine if I briefly visit the surface. Only briefly, though."

She gazed from side to side before emerging, making sure that one particular professor wasn't in eyeshot before she did so. As soon as the coast was clear Constance swiftly darted forward and officially stepped foot onto the surface, her calf-high boots pressing down to the soft, well-tended grass of Garreg Mach. Once she had left the - in Rhea's words - filth gutter, Constance fit right in with the most sophisticated members of the monastery's students. She could hobnob with the best of them, keep up with all the gossip, make the men swoon and the ladies jealous, and even had the look down to an absolute science. Silky smooth blonde hair framed her flawless features and her uniform was a tantalizingly snug fit, perfectly gripping her child-bearing hips, advanced class bust, and tight noblewoman's ass. The picture of everything so many noble girls wished they could be, carried with grace, authority, and a boundless confidence that couldn't be bested. A truly magnificent specimen, indeed.

It was no wonder that any time she stepped foot on the surface that Byleth tracked her down like a bloodhound on a rabbit.

"Constance! It's so nice to see you out and about," Byleth practically emerged from the shadows before Constance had made it twenty feet out into the open, and she swiftly invited herself to loop an arm around one of the noblewoman's. Immediately she began leading the charge ahead, completely steering the blonde in an entirely different direction than she was first headed. "How goes your plan to bring House Nuvelle back to its old glory?"

"P...Professor!" Constance gasped, and immediately tried to pull her arm away, but to no avail. She was steadily pulled towards the clearing ahead of them - an area with a few lines of low-sitting bushes but unfortunately not a trace of shade. While she was still hidden underneath the shadows of the nearby monastery walls and the clouds looming high overhead, Constance did her best to fidget free, but was utterly unable as Byleth secured their hands together. "I...I do wish I could stop and chat with you professor, but I must be off. I...have a very important engagement to meet."

"Oh, that's quite all right, Constance, I'll walk you there," Byleth chirped, without even bothering to ask where or what said engagement was. "We'll take this scenic route. Make sure we get you plenty of sun along the way!"

"Professor, I...I do not wish to go this way!" Constance did her best to drag her heels and squirm, but still the path ahead was clearly one she couldn't be pulled away from. A whimper of pathetic aggression escaped the back of her throat as Byleth's grip locked in against her, and once her feet stepped from the shade of the aisle into the sunny light of the courtyard, the girl's attitude immediately changed. Her head dropped and her shoulders slouched, eyes low and lips closing to an expressionless, somber state. Her fits against Byleth pulling her along stopped immediately, and she walked beside the older woman without question until they had moved all the way into the clearing. With a few other students passing by and giving them a little wave, Constance did her best to half-hide behind Byleth, finally speaking in her grim, apologetic tone by the time the two stood near a small line of bushes. "Thank you for being willing to be seen with me, Professor. I know I don't deserve it. I don't deserve anything but the swift mercy of a killing blade."

"Oh Constance, don't be silly," Byleth could barely hold back her laughter - and indeed, there was a phantasmal figure behind her that genuinely couldn't. Sothis was laughing her tiny ghost girl ass off at the moment, and it only intensified with each of Byleth's words. "But...walking you to your meeting is certainly enough to make me late for one of my own important engagements. Maybe you could make it worth my while?"

Constance, without a trace of indignation or hesitation, simply nodded and started to drop to her knees. She had played this game before, and both sides of her dynamic personality knew it well. While the haughty noblewoman was brimming to the edge with arrogance and pride underneath the comfort of shade and shadow, as soon as she could feel the heat of the sun on her porcelain pale skin, everything instantly melted away. It was astonishingly easy for an ill-minded soul to take advantage of her in such a taste, but thankfully for her there wasn't anybody nearby like that. After all, her professor was kindly keeping them away. Constance soon dropped down to her knees right there in the courtyard, her hands lifting up to the waistband of her teacher's leggings and starting to work at the buckle that secured them.

"Thank you for giving me this opportunity to apologize, Professor," Constance spoke in that deadpan voice from just below the line of the bushes. The students that walked along the cobblestone path would see their blue-haired teacher standing off to the grass, looking content and smug. Some might even see the top of the soft blonde head hovering just around her waist, and those students knew well to ignore it and continue with their day. The polite thing to do was to wave to Byleth and carry on, even while Constance's dreary voice could audibly be heard by a small group of students that just walked by. "Your cock is the most magnificent thing in all of Fodlan, and I would worship it until my final breath if you allowed me to."

Even if any of the students actually minded Byleth getting blowjobs from the mopey girl that lived underneath the monastery, what could they possibly do? Professor Byleth was the perfect best girl sweet flawless angel with a perfect dick - at least, in Rhea's exact words.

Said sweet flawless angel allowed her hand to rest atop the blonde noggin of the trash dumpling that afternoon, sighing as she felt Constance finally pull her tights down a few inches to truly expose her member. It flopped forward straight across Constance's face and the noble was quick to tend to it, for despite the gloomy attitude that had overtaken her, one thing always remained a constant - she moved swiftly when it came to matters of duty. With Byleth's throbbing unit exposed to the open air Constance slid her fingers swiftly across it, shifting down the shaft all the way to the base and tilting her own head forward so she could allow that meaty member to slap up and down across her outstretched tongue. She gazed up at Byleth and beyond her the bright blue sky above, wiggling her tongue back and forth as her sunken, shallow eyes offered their somber gaze the entire time. She only stopped her service to speak in the same low voice, with appreciation and gratitude dripping from every word.

"Your member is as delicious as anything my tongue has ever known, Professor," her fawning words of worship were only slightly diminished by the absolute lack of enthusiasm within them - but it was hard to be all that concerned so long as her tongue kept working. "Your kindness in allowing a wretch like me to drink of such flavor is a testament to your endless benevolence."

"Yeah thanks I know," Byleth responded simply, and tightened her fingers in the girl's soft blonde hair. "Down to the base, now. Let me feel it in your throat."

Constance was happy to oblige - or at least, willing. Happy seemed like a bit of a stretch for her. Still, as her knees dug against the grass and her hands hitched against the tights of the professor that she had pulled down to the midpoint of her thighs, Constance swirled her tongue around her teacher's cockhead and allowed her mouth to drift down the inches. She swept forward to the point that her nose bumped against Byleth's lap and she could feel that throbbing member pinning her tongue to the floor of her mouth, a bulging head wedged deep within her throat so much so that there was a visible bulge against it. While holding herself in that position she held back from gagging or coughing through sheer force of will and determination, even while drool escaped the corners of her mouth and landed against the otherwise fine and well-tailored noble clothing.

Byleth gave her a pleased smile, and allowed her hand to free itself from Constance's hair. The girl clearly didn't need the motivation to suck her down for the moment, with whatever strange malady afflicting Constance in the sober daylight forcing her to be loyal and obedient. She was free to simply stand tall and enjoy the girl's inviting mouth and wiggling tongue, waving at passing students as her blonde toy was half-hidden behind the bushes. When there were no other students in the halls Byleth simply gazed over at Sothis, who was floating intangibly nearby with a satisfied little smile playing on her adorable features.

"My my my, you certainly are demanding of this one," Sothis purred, tapping her chin and floating in a small semi-circle around the pair. "I wonder what it is that makes her so obedient in the sun's light. Whatever it is, it's rather cruel of you to exploit it for your own visceral pleasure."

Byleth, without a word of justification, just shrugged. Being the head professor at Garreg Mach university was a real pain in the ass, and it only made sense that she was able to enjoy a few perks. The current perk continued for a bit longer as Constance kept sucking her down, sweeping back and forth on that thick and pulsing unit, pausing only when she needed to catch a breath through the corners of spit-leaking lips. That changed after a few moments, however, specifically when the sky above changed and the clouds resumed their shroud far above them. As soon as the light above was dulled Constance was quick to pop her mouth off of Byleth's member, gasping and gagging and holding her throat as she let it fly from her lips.

"Ack...Pr-Professor, how could you?!" Constance growled in her growing indignation, and Byleth simply rolled her eyes. That shrill, noble voice chimed up anew even while Byleth's member dangled mere inches away from her face, coated in a glistening layer of spit that she herself applied. Or at least, some version of her. "How dare you take advantage of a woman of House Nuvelle! How dare you benefit from a student's tragic failing! How dare y--what, what are you doing? What's that supposed to mean?!"

She was referring, of course, to how Byleth had raised a hand and was repeating opening and closing her fingers and thumb in a chattering, yak yak yak gesture. Constance's cheeks only darkened all the more, her spit-coated cheeks puffing out and growing red from an angry blush.

"I...am...your...student!" She lamented, pointing up at the older woman with a wagging, judgemental finger. "And...and a woman of proud and noble bearing! I am not some mere commoner that you can lambast as a street harlot! I expect this sort of callous behavior from Lady Rhea - I've gotten used to her riding past Abyss in a wagon and telling us that we're hopeless lumps that belong in the dumpster behind a sleazy tavern - but I to think that even the faculty of Garreg Mach would treat me this way?! The audacity! The unmitigated gall! The--"

Her rant only lasted for a few seconds. Specifically, until the clouds parted overhead and the sun was left shining once more.

"--the fact that I have left your perfect cock unsucked for the past twenty seconds is a crime, Professor," Constance finished her thought in a much more somber tone, one delicate hand moving to wrap around the still-thick shaft. She squeezed it fondly and started to admonish herself by slapping her own cheeks with it, wincing each time to show the force of their impact. "Please, Professor, punish me for my laziness and lack of respect. Make me suffer for my crimes against the flawless glory that is your virile presence. The only way I will ever learn is through swift and stern abuse."

Byleth just gave a grunt and lifted a hand, twirling her fingers around to guide Constance into a new position. Without hesitation the girl moved to oblige - swiftly spinning on her knees and bracing one of her arms on the grass below, just as the other slipped around to her backside. She started to pull up her fanciful skirt to reveal that underneath she wore white stockings riding to the centers of her thighs, as well as a pair of silken black undergarments that no doubt weren't meant to be exposed that afternoon. Despite that, they were already absolutely soaked, with a noticeable dark spot on the fabric that was only visible thanks to that wonderful, wonderful sun.

"Oh goodness, look how damp she is," Sothis floated down low, peering with surprise. She even let her nose twitch back and forth, as if she was able to pick up Constance's scent through the bridge between realities. Before long her tiny hand raised to her chin and she mused thoughtfully, lifting a brow with an increasingly smug smile moving over her face. "I wonder...perhaps this is the girl's true state? If that's the case, then you're doing her a kindness. Feed her reckless hunger and don't give a second thought to the complaints of her more stuffy self! How wonderful of you! Such a good professor!"

"Yeah thanks I know," Byleth responded simply, dropped down to her knees right there on the grass, and clapped her hand to the base of her cock. Her other palm stretched out to hook fingers against Constance's panties and gently pull them aside, revealing a plump and soaked pussy with a tiny patch of blonde hair hiding just around her hood. As Constance gave a submissive moan and started to ease herself back, Byleth was just nearly ready to slip within her before she paused. With her tip glistening against the young woman's entrance, Byleth looked over the low-sitting bushes to where she realized that she had a voyeur - a different one than usual.

"Lorenz, stop playing with yourself and go to class."

"...yes, Professor."

The grip of a warm noblewoman's pussy around her cock was a thrill, and the warm glow of the sun made it all the more enjoyable. Byleth turned her face up towards the sky to bask in the warmth rushing down from above, just as she lunged forward with the last few inches to completely hilt herside inside the quivering Constance. The student made a tiny squeaking noise as she was claimed so deep and so tight, her tender slit drawn taut around her professor's rod and a surprisingly wet, snug hold clenching around her. Constance's panties were simply pulled to the side at the spot where they would have been covering her pussy, and now the fabric rode against the side of Byleth's cock as she steadily pulled back only to thrust inside again, this time managing to land an even deeper strike that made Constance gasp louder. With her hands holding the girl's hips and both lovers very nearly fully dressed, Byleth finally found the desire to speak - as terse as ever, yet still appreciative of all Constance was offering.

"So you see, Constance," she mused, grinding her hips from side to side to allow her member to wiggle within those fiercely tight walls. "There are significant benefits to attending class out in the open, fresh air. You need to stop hiding underground and get a bit of sun."

"Y-Yes, Professor Byleth, you're right," Constance droned in response, her body practically limp as she laid there. Braced on her knees with her arms hanging down on the grass below, the noblewoman's cheek was kept to the dirt as the other side of her face continued basking in the sun. So long as it remained clear over their little patch of territory in the courtyard, she'd be as docile as a lover could be. "Your marvelous wisdom is lost on a poor, pathetic wretch such as myself. I am lower than your servant's mops, Professor, and if there is any pleasure I can bring you it is my duty to provide it and thank you for the opportunity." She paused, as if thinking of just that very fact. "Thank you, Professor, for giving my worthless husk of a body your attention. Thank you for giving me a purpose."

"She's so wonderfully appreciative," Sothis mused to Byleth and Byleth alone, still floating around and watching the two. She studied the pair as Byleth silently started to claim Constance all the harder, rushing back and forth before clapping deep into the young woman with fierce, intimate strikes. Her hands were locked taut around Constance's hips by that point, fingers only sliding forward to hook against the waistband of her panties on both sides. From there, she pulled the fabric hard and wiggled it back and forth, forcing the damp cloth to further tease Constance's hood. It all happened as Sothis kept merrily surveying the scene, her legs half-tucked underneath herself as she floated about. "I rather like this level of submission. It feels somehow...appropriate. I wonder if this is how Rhea feels when these students grovel before her."

Byleth stayed focused on the task at hand - namely, the soaked, tight pussy of Constance von Nuvelle. With every subsequent strike it felt like the girl was tightening further against her, and before long Byleth found a hand drifting out to snag her fingers deep in the locks of that soft, silky blonde hair. With a rough grip and an even rougher yank backwards she forced Constance's grass-stained cheek from the ground, forcing her to lean back to the point that the professor's lips were at the very edge of her ear. From there Byleth hissed hungry and hot, whispering to the sun-addled girl as she filled that tender pussy with every last inch of cock.

"Just look at all of them, Constance," Byleth twisted her fingers in Constance's hair a little, forcing her to look at all the students walking through the courtyard. Though from behind the bushes no one could truly see the point where Byleth's cock was connecting with that noble cunt, it was undeniable what they were doing - everything from their positions to their movements to the fact that Constance's dead-eyed stare was still spread across a face with a heavy, intense blush. Byleth's whisper bit at the girl's ear like a venom, forcing some depraved part of the noblewoman to seize even tighter around her. "They're all so...proud that you're fulfilling your purpose. They're proud of you."

It was kind what Byleth was doing. Mostly. Probably. At the very least, Constance seemed to think so. The sophisticated young woman almost had a flare of intense emotion in that moment, practically glowing for a few brief split seconds as she was fucked in front of the others. Students, faculty, even Professor Manuella - who nibbled the tip of her thumb as she watched the two, her eyes flashing with a certain arousal all her own. Byleth didn't force Constance to speak to any of the people so obviously and clearly watching them fuck, but she still held the girl's hair up for a long and lingering moment, making sure that everyone that wanted to steal a glance had the opportunity to do so. At one point, her free hand even reached around to Constance's chest and helped itself to a fistful of sophisticated tit - groping her fiercely, possessively through the expensive fabric of her blouse.

"T...Thank you...P...Professor…"

The groaning and whimpering didn't sound like much, but what Constance's mouth refused to utter her body was happy to lay bare and exposed. She was absolutely soaked and wrenching upon her cock like a girl that was half her size. Her hips were even flaring back each time Byleth thrust forward against her, and the professor could even feel her actively squeezing her chest into that fondling, groping touch. Whether it was sun or sin that caused it, Constance was absolutely relishing this moment...even if she could do little more than give submissive and blushing thanks and continue allowing herself to be used. It was enough. Enough for Byleth to get off, enough for Sothis to have her own fun, and enough for the students of Garreg Mach to toss around rumors about the whore from Abyss.

And high, high above, on one of the top floors of the monastery, Lady Rhea watched from a window with a scowl on her face and Seteth at her side.

"I do not like those Abyss dirt children," she observed. "They are bad students that would rather eat books than read them, and I don't really think Hapi is a real name. It sounds stupid. I hate it."

Seteth just rolled his eyes. Every fucking day with the bashing of the Abyss students with this woman.

Byleth was enjoying Constance's pussy with more and more ferocity by that point, slamming so hard against the girl's backside that the noise of their flesh clapping filled the courtyard and made it even more evident to passing students just what was happening. And when the professor neared her peak inside of the fussy noblewoman, something happened that couldn't have possibly been timed better. As Byleth looked high above to the skies she could see the clouds shifting above them once more, and sure enough the sun fell behind them again to keep them shrouded in an overcast light. The dreary day made itself known with unavoidable authority, and sure enough even while Byleth was thrusting forward she could hear a voice of renewed vigor escape from her student below.

"This...this is most inappropriate!" Constance had returned to her old self, finding the strength to push up to her palms even as she remained on her knees. She wasn't actively pushing back against the professor anymore as her more resistant side took over, but she also wasn't attempting to break free of the compromising position she found herself in. It was the same Constance and therefore the same slut, but the noises she made were certainly different. "You're such a foul professor to do such a thing, putting me on display like this! I am the heart of House Nuvelle, and yet you deign to treat me like this?! I shall never forgive this disrespectful behavior!"

In response, Byleth simply tightened her fingers against Constance's panties and jerked them further upward, making the girl squeak as they nestled over the hood of her clit. She was close to the breaking point by now and she wasn't about to let Constance's complaints stop her - if anything, they encouraged Byleth to cum all the quicker inside of the trembling student. As she prepared to do just that Constance continued to whine and lament her situation, but so long as the clouds remained firmly overhead she wouldn't be submitting to Byleth's demands for obedience anytime soon. Well...at least not without bitching about it. A lot.

"You...you're actually planning to release yourself inside of me?!" Constance whimpered, her fingers tightening in the grass below. Her shock and indignation at that fact was soon and swiftly dismissed, however, as she looked to the courtyard beyond and finally saw how many students were watching her get fucked. "N-No! Oh, Professor, everyone can see me! This is disgraceful! How will House Nuvelle ever recover from such a shameful embarrassment?!"

Byleth, oddly enough, had an answer for that. A good one. The only one nobles in Fodlan cared about.

"By getting knocked up by me."

And with that, Byleth lunged forward as hard as she possibly could, bumping Constance so rough and firmly that the girl nearly toppled over into the grass. In that moment of impact Byleth started to twitch and convulse within the young woman, her member stretching that tender, tight pussy as she began flooding it with cum. It was a heavy load she had on offer that afternoon and it added a particular weight to her words, forcing Constance's eyes to go wide and her mouth agape as he offered a sharp and sudden wail. She was quivering in place as she pumped with cream and smoothly pushed into her own stunning climax, though it wasn't the visceral glee or the authority of Byleth that did it for her...it was the notion that the woman was absolutely right.

When it came to nobles, the only thing that really mattered was breeding. Whose pussy they came out of or who they squeezed through their own - it was a nobility run by those that wielded powerful crests, and whoever had the best was treated to the worship and the adulation of all their peers. And Byleth, with her unique crest that not even Professor Hanneman could identify, would certainly give her such a prestigious offspring.

House Nuvelle could one day be restored and it was all through the glory of Professor Byleth's cum! How miraculous! How marvelous! Constance's orgasm crashed against her in steady waves, her head swimming and her voice calling out in wild delight as she pumped back against her professor's lap. She wasn't ashamed to be seen getting fucked anymore, nor was she upset that the professor took advantage of her otherwise submissive state. If anything, she was actively eager for more, grinding herself back against the professor and milking that member with a hope of truly being bred.

When Byleth started to pull out, Constance made it tricky to do so. She was so ravenous to keep the older woman within that it took both of Byleth's hands on her panties to keep her at bay, holding her in place while she yanked out. Immediately, Constance rolled onto her back and lifted her legs up high, one hand moving to cover her pussy as she did her best to angle her backside in a gestating position. Byleth simply stood there with her cock hanging out and exposed and a confused expression on her face, scrunching her nose as she regarded her.

"Uh...Constance?" Byleth began, quietly. "You're...what are you...doing?"

"I believe she's trying to ensure you've seeded her," Sothis murmured from just over Byleth's shoulder, her voice thoughtful as ever. "Ha! Well well, you've certainly dug yourself a hole this time. She'll be pounding on your door every day until it happens if she thinks it'll help her restore her house." A brief pause. "Also, your dick is out."

"...oh," Byleth murmured, gazing down to realize that it was indeed out and that the other students at the courtyard could indeed see it. She swiftly tucked herself back in while giving a sheepish look at the others, gesturing with a hand to encourage them to move along. "Yes, yes, keep going. No, Ingrid, I don't want to high-five you. Go to class."

It took a few moments before the students of Garreg Mach stopped rubbernecking, just as it took a few for Constance to finish encouraging the seeding of her nethers. But before long Byleth and the noblewoman were mostly alone, and Constance was already bringing herself back up to her feet, content that she had done all she could. At least...all she could that afternoon.

"Professor Byleth, I demand that you visit me in the Abyss on a daily basis from now on!" she pointed at Byleth's chest as soon as she was on her feet. The grass stains on her cheek and the leaves in her hair didn't diminish her whiny noble authority, nor did the cum leaking against her panties diminish her demanding nature. "Together, we will work to restore the glory of House Nuvelle! When properly bred I will provide to Fodlan the greatest crest-bearing offspring it has ever known, and all the other houses from across the land will come to respect our glorious authori--"

She continued like that until the clouds parted overhead and allowed the sun to come shining down anew, at which point her voice immediately shifted.

"I'll be an awful mother," Constance murmured, her shoulders hanging and her arms going limp. "Woe to any child that would be raised by my incompetent hand. You should take the baby and run away from the monastery, just like your father did. Leave me as an empty vessel, like the shell of an egg tossed in the trash."

Byleth just rolled her eyes, while Sothis simply giggled. At least Lady Rhea would approve.

End of Chapter 7.

Chapter 8: Professor Byleth's Stable

Summary:

Marianne is a girl with...specific interests. Thankfully, she has a very doting, kind professor that's more than happy to see to her needs - even if it means calling in a special favor with Rhea for Marianne to get intimate with the prize steed of Garreg Mach.

That's right, folks, we're doin' a Marianne bangs a horse chapter. SADDLE UP!

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

Chapter Text

Let Bygones Be Byleths

Chapter 8: Professor Byleth's Stable

-by Drace Domino

"Hello, Professor," Marianne greeted her beloved teacher with a short and polite bow from the shoulders, her hands neatly folded just in front of her lap. The young woman was standing outside the Garreg Mach stables just as she had been told to, dressed as conservatively as ever in her school uniform and with that lovely, light blue hair pulled into the typical elaborate wrap-around bun. "Thank you for sparing the time to meet with me. I take so much away from your private tutoring sessions."

"That's what they all say," the snarky voice of Sothis was the next sound Byleth heard, but the professor was quick to ignore her. After all, since the little green brat existed only in the teacher's mind, she could be as sarcastic as she wanted. Something she quite clearly enjoyed. "Are you really going to go through with this? She's probably going to get hurt, you know. You mortals are so very frail."

"Marianne," Professor Byleth continued to ignore the complaints of the phantom drifting behind her, and continued in her usual curt but focused fashion. As she moved to the stable door she pushed it open in a smooth gesture and simply continued inside, correctly expecting Marianne to follow along behind. And Sothis too, probably. If she felt like it. "Have you prepared as you were told?"

"Oh! Y-Yes, Professor!" Marianne was quick to reply, practically serving as the teacher's shadow as they let the stable door close behind them. It was a small room built for only a single horse, and already Marianne could see him. One of her very favorites - a chestnut stallion named Queen's Rook, a glorious beast with a wild mane and a beautiful freckled pattern. He stood two heads taller than Marianne and was as strong a steed as they came, yet over the long months of classes at the monastery, had a special fondness for the blue-haired student. Marianne had spent almost all of her free time at the stables keeping the horses company in innocent fashion - brushing them, sneaking them apples, tending to their hooves. It was the one place at school that she felt truly at home, and now...now she was about to take the very next step. "I finished my leg stretches mere moments before you arrived, and I brought this just like you requested."

As Byleth turned to face the girl, Marianne was already pulling out a quart-sized jar of a clear, thick substance sealed with a metal cap. The cap itself had an engraving of the smiling face of Anna, along with the words "Deal Lover's Choice" framing her coy grin. The professor gave a nod as she took the jar and tucked it against herself, just as her free hand made a swift, stoic gesture towards the student.

It was a silent command that Marianne knew well. Even before the two women had the idea for that day's particular lesson, their time in the stable was filled with moments of tremendous intimacy. The relatively secluded spot had served them well over the past few weeks - weeks during which Byleth had offered her extremely specific teaching services to a girl that was surprisingly insatiable. Claiming Marianne in the dorms was simply untenable, as she was far, far, far too loud. It always seemed to be the quietest throats that found the strength to scream the loudest when pressed.

At Byleth's command, Marianne began to strip. She smoothly slinked out of her school uniform and tossed it carelessly to the side, allowing it to flop against the threads of hay and straw covering the stables. The mighty equine Queen's Rook took notice as he always did, as this was hardly the first time he saw the student bear herself, but the creature simply turned right back down to his oats - completely ignorant of just where the girl's lessons would go that day. Before long, Marianne presented herself in a state worthy of Byleth's teachings - a pair of simply brown school shoes with short, flat heels and long black stockings that ran all the way up to the centers of her thighs. They were the only thing that Marianne wore that sunny afternoon, outside of the playful blush that teased over her lovely cheeks and down into her surprisingly curvy chest.

"I'll admit, she is cute," Sothis chirped up from her position, floating behind Byleth as she studied the scene before her. The mischievous ghost's eyes fluttered from Marianne's tits down to her smooth and shaved slit, which was left freely exposed to any wandering eyes, spectral or no. "She's more confident with her clothes off, too. I swear, sometimes I can't tell if what you're doing with these students is for your benefit or theirs, but...hmm. Maybe this time you know what you're doing." She took another glance towards Queen's Rook on the sidelines, and murmured. "Maybe."

Byleth was as stoic and silent as ever, stepping forward while she held the jar of Anna's special concoction against her. With her free hand she allowed her fingers to explore her favorite spots of the shy and timid student - brushing the back of her digits across Marianne's flat and surprisingly toned belly, drifting the tips up along her waist until she had no recourse but to squirm, and then idly Byleth brought them forward, walking her fingertips across the blushing clearing that rode the top of her student's tits. Finally, she slid her finger underneath the girl's chin and forced it to lift, only further bolstering Marianne's confidence in this moment where it would be truly needed.

"I will only be observing today, and assisting if necessary," Byleth remarked simply, and suddenly spun on a heel. She moved to the short, waist-high gate that separated themselves from Queen's Rook, unlatching it with a deft motion and allowing it to swing open. As it did so, the lower half of that tremendous horse slowly came into Marianne's view - from the well-doted upon hooves to the powerful, intensely-muscled legs and that flawless flank. A rich chestnut tail flicked as the beast seemed to know something was up, but Marianne could only appreciate his coat for so long before her eyes drifted to something lower. Visible underneath Queen Rook's massive, weighty figure his length hung in true magnificent glory. A blend of tan and black spotted like the coat of a calico cat, with a large, slightly rounded tip that maintained the same enormous girth as the rest of his veiny shaft. He was an equine built first for show and second for breeding - the type of pure stallion that would never see a battlefield because he was simply too perfect. When Byleth spoke again she reinforced that fact, looking at Marianne with her usual calm, unflappable expression. "As you know, Queen's Rook is Lady Rhea's favorite steed. She would not have approved this if you hadn't spent the past few months being so doting to him and all the other horses in the stables. It's important that you know this is a reward for your duty to the Church of Seiros, Marianne. A testament to your faith."

Whether Byleth actually believed those words...she didn't much know, but her incredibly sensual, curvy, demanding mother/daughter dragon pope had insisted on giving the speech. According to Lady Rhea, presenting this opportunity to Marianne not only as a reward from Byleth but from the church itself would mean the world to the sweet young woman.

...and not to mention assure Marianne's loyalty, just in case one day a different student got a wild idea to start some shit.

Byleth couldn't speak much to the latter, but it was clear that Lady Rhea was spot-on with the former. As she gave her speech and let Marianne know the terms of her duty that afternoon, the young woman's eyes absolutely lit up. She folded her hands together just underneath her chin and rocked back and forth on those short school uniform heels, the blush over her face intensifying as her voice rose up with a truly jubilant cry.

"Oh, bless you, Professor! And bless you, Lady Rhea!" She almost looked like she was about to cry, so completely overcome with emotion. It wasn't every day that a lifetime of faith and penance was rewarded with the opportunity to fuck a horse. "I swear, I'll remain devout to the Church of Seiros until my dying breath and beyond!"

"Well, you've certainly won her over," Sothis murmured, rubbing her chin as she floated behind Byleth. "She'll definitely be on your side if some other brat tries to start some shit."

With the knowledge that this afternoon was a gift from the church itself, Marianne was even more eager to drop to her knees in front of Queen's Rook. The nearly-naked young woman was practically quivering in excitement underneath the shadow of that glorious beast, and her eyes only widened as she drew near enough to witness the true glory of his spotted cock - and the overwhelming scent of a heady equine musk as offered by a pair of heavy balls underneath. With a blush on her cheeks, Marianne smoothly reached up a hand to brush her fingers along the side of Queen's Rook's side - petting him kindly while the horse made a rumbling noise. Whether or not he had any idea what was about to happen, it was hard to tell, but his trust in the blue-haired young sweetheart was so intense that he wasn't about to put up a fuss.

"Thank you for letting me enjoy this, Queen's Rook," Marianne cooed gently, and offered the animal a polite smile as if this was all his orchestration. "I promise, I'll sneak you extra apples when I come to see you tomorrow!"

"Hey do any of your students bring you apples after they suck your co--hey!" Sothis blew a raspberry and fidgeted as Byleth dismissively waved a hand through her phantasmal figure, as if she was waving away a puff of smoke. The green-haired goddess pouted in the aftermath, grumbling. "Hate when you do that. Your hands are always inside one of these brats or another."

Both Sothis and Byleth remained quiet from that point forward, watching as Marianne took her first careful steps towards tending to Queen's Rook. She let her fingers drift up and down across his impressive shaft, and when the beast fidgeted from the contact she was quick to soothe him with a gentle coo. Before long, she'd brought one palm underneath the animal's balls while her other hand lifted his shaft just enough to expose the spot between it and his sack - the place where the beast's feral scent was strongest, and his flesh sensitive and raw.

"Oh...oh my, Professor, he's so heavy," Marianne whispered in awe, her hand straining to keep the beast's cock aloft. Still, despite her struggle, Byleth could hear Marianne drawing in a few long, deep breaths and settling happily into the aroma, licking her lips as her head drifted closer...and closer...and closer. "I...I want to kiss every inch of him. He's a remarkable...stallion."

Byleth knew how this would end. Marianne was sweet and gentle on the outside, but her insatiable desires were well-known to the teacher by that point. She spun into profane depravity once certain switches inside of her were flipped, with that delicate, demure voice breaking out into horny moans once her folds were even a little bit wet. The sweetness of Marianne was undeniable...but there was a monster lurking deep, deep inside of her.

Probably more than one, come to think of it.

Before long, Marianne made contact with that sensitive spot of Queen's Rook, her lips parted and her mouth open, tongue dangling forward to greet it with a moist first contact. As she pressed her tongue to that tender region the horse made a sudden noise of surprise, but it didn't take long before he settled into what was clearly a pleasant experience. The blue-haired young woman was almost immediately set into a state of bliss - her eyes closing and her nostrils flaring as she took in a particularly deep scent of his aroma, that tiny, curious tongue flicking back and forth in a constant state of wild motion. She tended to him in that one particular spot for two, three, four minutes, then coating him in saliva to the point that it trickled down along the edges of his balls, landing against her heaving, bare chest. The only sound filling the stables up to that point was the moist impression of her tongue against the equine's sack, mixed in with the occasional noise from the horse himself or a hungry, breathless gasp from Marianne. But Byleth already knew...it'd get louder eventually, once the seemingly timid student didn't have her mouth full.

Byleth stood in wait, still holding the Anna-branded jar while Marianne worked. The pious young woman was going about her duty with the sort of zealous gusto that Byleth expected of her, and once she was finished slurping and suckling against Queen's Rook balls, she turned to the rest of that flawless shaft sticking forward. It was far, far too large for even Marianne's generous throat to take, but that didn't mean she wasn't going to try - sure enough, she pressed her mouth flush against the tip of that large, flat cockhead while her hands swept back and forth over his impressive length. She was fondly giving the horse a dutiful handjob while she tongued at his tip, wiggling it wildly as she drew in long draughts of equine precum, all while some of the mess continued to tumble towards her chest. The longer she worked the messier she became, and the smell of a beast in heat further filled the air, so close by that point that even Byleth could claim it with a single breath as her back sharply stiffened.

"Oh brother, don't tell me you want to do it, too," Sothis rolled her eyes as she grumbled, and folded her arms smoothly underneath her tiny bust. "You really are a lost cause sometimes."

Byleth ignored the phantasm as always, but she always remained stoic in place, allowing this moment to belong to Marianne and Marianne alone. The young woman had earned it and it was Lady Rhea's decree that she tend to that magnificent animal, and as such it would've been improper for the professor to involve herself beyond her supporting role. She was there to assist Marianne as was needed...and maybe get a blowjob from her if she was still conscious after everything that was about to happen. The professor continued to watch as she stiffened underneath her garments, but even her tremendously well-known prick wasn't a match for that of Queen's Rook. The horse's rod was twitching, trembling, convulsing underneath the doting attentions of the hungry Marianne, and it was quite clear that he was already likely to cum. It was Lady Rhea's foresight that held him away from the breeding stables for a few days in preparation for this moment - after all, a loyal student deserved her rewards as fresh and prime as they could be offered.

Marianne's head was in the clouds while she worked, licking and slurping and even dropping a hand down to smear the excess spit and precum across her full, lovely tits. With her fingers glistening from the mess she even dipped her hand down past her navel and to her thighs below, with her fingers teasing the heat of horse spunk across her sensitive folds. She didn't properly finger herself just yet - no doubt waiting for the moment that she could have the most penetration possible - but she was at least teasing herself. Keeping her excitement as high as it could, with the taste of horse cock in her mouth and those musky balls still offering a fresh scent lingering on her face.

Queen's Rook rumbled and stomped his back hooves to announce his peak, and Marianne greeted it warmly. Her whimpering voice rose into something more of the expected sharp moan, and although it was half-muffled by the horse's tip it was bound to get much louder before too long. She continued to tease herself while her other hand slipped up and down across Queen's Rook's rod, pumping him eagerly, hungrily, practically begging the beast to feed her the most delicious treat he could conjure.

In truth, Byleth had never watched a horse have an orgasm before. The creature's face looked as stoic as ever and it offered little more than a wild shake or two of its head, punctuated with a hungry whinny that filled the stable with a certain authority. Its tail lashed but otherwise its frame went entirely stiff and stalwart, practically freezing in place as its balls began to churn. Marianne had no choice but to lift her hand away from her pussy to help balance that member - gripping it from the sides so it didn't twitch out of her grasp, and she pulled her mouth just a few inches away so the incoming jets of hot, wet horse spunk didn't completely suffocate her. Byleth took a few steps closer and to the side to ensure that she had the best view possible, and there the professor stood while Marianne brought a very, very grateful beast to climax squarely across her face.

"Ah, ahh…!" The pious sweetheart had her eyes shut tight, though it was almost hard to tell once Queen's Rook began to release. The horse shot his cream with such velocity and volume that even the typically stone-faced Byleth was forced to lift her brow in surprise, and Sothis gave an active, surprised gasp from behind her. The cum that the mighty equine shot forward was thick and dense and enormously sticky, splashing against Marianne's face and blanketing it in a slowly-creeping spunk that dripped from the corners of her chin and cheeks down to the lovely bust below. Her mouth was open but all Byleth could see was the sight of a curious pink tongue wiggling back and forth underneath the stream, in between small bouts of yanking right back behind her lips to close them and give a greedy swallow. Her moans were muffled and her voice was smothered by what looked like actual gallons of cum offered into her mouth and down her throat, and what she couldn't swallow found its home blanketing the front of her flawless figure. By the time Queen's Rook had finished and Marianne gently allowed his cock to dangle of its own volition, the girl was absolutely coated in it and joyously giggling under its weight. "Mmm...s-so tasty, and so thick, and...ohh, Professor, it's so warm!"

Both Byleth and Sothis watched in absolute silence, their eyes wide and enormous as they stood in witness to Marianne's absolute depravity. This was a lot, even for Byleth. Marianne was smoothing her palms across her cum-coated belly to pool spunk into her outstretched hand, only so she could lift it up to her lips and slurp it into her mouth with a loud sucking noise. When she wasn't swallowing handfuls of horse cum she was gleefully rubbing it into herself, squishing it between her tits while she rubbed them back and forth, dipping her head underneath Queen's Rook's dripping tip to let it soak into her hair, and most scandalously of all - ushering some of his cream across her pussy, leaving those teenage folds coated in the heat of his release. When she finally looked back up to Byleth, her eyes fluttering open amidst lashes clinging with bridges of equine cream, she was practically glowing in delight - it was easily the happiest and least burdened Byleth had ever seen her.

"Professor? I think...I think I'm ready for the next part!" She paused just long enough to give a glance to her side, pleased to see that Queen's Rook's cock was already started to twitch back to its previous indomitable state. "And I think he is, too! Oh, thank you, Professor! I've never felt closer to the Church of Seiros!"

Byleth remained silent as she simply held the glass jar filled with lubricant out to Marianne, trusting that the girl knew what to do with it. As Marianne hummed a choir song to herself and started to lather up her newest lover, the professor and her phantasmal friend simply exchanged glances.

Both, in pure silence, mouthed the word "Wow."

Queen's Rook's cock was dripping with lubricant, and every time the beast's member twitched a bit more of it dripped from the sides to showcase just how well it had been coated. The empty jar laid in the straw and hay on the floor, and a similar clear glisten had been spread generously around Marianne's taut, tender pussy. The young woman had positioned herself precariously by that point - her legs were straight and stretched to keep her heels flat on the floor and her back was arched against the underbelly of the equine, her arms stretched forward to wrap around his front legs for stability. It was as secure a position as the girl could possibly manage considering the circumstances and the size difference between them, but she had insisted on refusing to use any equipment or bedding to help. For Marianne, this was a test of faith, and relying on such things would have proven her unworthy! All she needed was this mighty steed and his flawless cock, a jar of lube, and of course...her professor's gentle assistance.

"Professor, I'm...I'm ready!" The eager young woman was still slathered in the equine's cum, though by that point she'd cleared enough off of her face and ushered it down her throat that Byleth could see her brightly smiling. She wiggled her hips from side to side in growing anticipation, gazing to the woman on the sidelines that was already walking to join her. "Please, help him inside of me!"

Byleth silent did as she was told, stepping to the side of that massive beast. She lifted one hand to calm Queen's Rook with a gentle stroke across his back while the other dropped low, moving to press her palm underneath that massive member and give it a small lift. Even in the brief contact that Byleth had with the horse's cock, she could feel just how powerful he was - the way it twitched against her hand, the sheer girth of the thing, and the fact that the scent lingered on her fingers even as she pulled back...they were all evidence of just what a true stallion Queen's Rook was, and just what a kindness Lady Rhea had done for this girl.

It was with that deft motion that Byleth lifted the horse's length just enough to press his flat, slickened tip against Marianne's folds. With it held in place and as stiff as iron, it was the responsibility of the pious student to do the hard part. With her arms locked around the horse's front legs, Marianne forced herself to slide her hips back, and the further she went the more her eyes opened in a state of glorious, excited shock. Before long, Byleth could take a step back and be reliably assured that Marianne was able to hold Queen's Rook's cock up, and once she did the professor calmly took a knee, just so she could watch it happen at a greater angle. It wasn't long before she felt Sothis' presence behind her, stunned into silence and perching like a parrot on her shoulder while they witnessed Professor Byleth's dirtiest student take her greatest lover.

"Ah...ah, he's...he's so enormous, but...but I can do it!" For all of Marianne's faith in the church, the faith she had in herself was even more impressive. That big, glistening, well-lubed member started to push inside by her own volition, and it wasn't until she'd taken nearly four inches of horse cock before Queen's Rook offered a small thrust of his own. The beast's head shook from side to side in a whinnying attempt to process things, his desire to perform his breeding duties conflicting with the presence of this tiny human underneath. It didn't take long for natural impulses to push aside any other concerns, however, and when the beast gave one sharp surge forward that thrusted an extra six inches within, Marianne's voice filled the stable - and likely half the monastery - with the sound of wild, unchained delight. "Y-YES! YES, FUCK ME, YOU MONSTROUS BEAST! YOUR COCK IS LIKE THE WORD OF GOD HERSELF!"

Byleth blinked, and then tilted her head thoughtfully. It really wasn't the worst thing in the world if other students saw her and Marianne slip into the stables, only for the lovely young woman to start screaming stuff like that.

Her attention was quickly snapped right back to Marianne, though, as the insatiable, filthy young woman pushed herself back against that massive rod, taking far more horse cock inside of her than most girls would ever dream. (Which was admittedly not much.) It was likely the power of her crest that gave her such a talent, but regardless of the source it was no less impressive. The equine's enormous length drove deep into Marianne with a reckless fury after the first few experimental thrusts, and as soon as Queen's Rook was assured of the pleasure that could be found inside the young woman's cunt, his arousal and fury went entirely unchecked. Wild neighing and whinnying filled the stables along with the thundering stamping of hooves, and the entire time Marianne remained braced underneath him, stockings-clad legs stretched and knees bouncing and wobbling while she handled him. A brief glimpse at the girl's face revealed that her eyes had rolled completely back in her head and her tongue was dangling free of her mouth, which only managed to scream eager, violent obscenities when she was able to claim the breath to do so.

"BREED ME, BEAST! BREED ME FOR SEIROS!"

"RUIN MY PATHETIC, HUMBLE BODY WITH YOUR WHITE HOT CUM!"

"FLAGELLATE MY WOMB! PUNISH ME FOR MY TRANSGRESSIONS WITH YOUR ROD OF DIVINE WILL!"

As the screaming continued, Byleth and Sothis once more briefly exchanged silent glances, and even the snarky spirit was stone quiet. Together they continued to merely observe as it all took place before them, watching that enormous length disappear into the hungry pussy of an eager young woman and everything else that went along with it. The constant, repeated stretching of Marianne's belly. The long lines of lubricant that dangled between her thighs, occasionally swinging and sticking against her stocking-clad legs. The way Marianne was white-knuckled in her grip around Queen's Rook's legs, drooling and shuddering when she wasn't screeching in a full-throated display of profane desire. As she was fucked from above by the mighty beast it was clear that the young woman was caught in a near-constant state of orgasm, with her sweat-licked body always shuddering and quivering and always seeking to drain the horse of every last drop of his righteous spunk. When it looked as if he was nearing his peak, Marianne took him all the way down to the hilt - or as much as she could manage - and her hands pressed flush against the back of his front legs in the hopes of keeping her in place from what was no doubt going to be an absolute torrent of cum.

When it happened, it was like nothing that Byleth or Sothis had ever seen before. Queen's Rook rumbled with excitement as his massive equine cock twitched within the smooth, wet grip of Marianne's pussy...and his load was offered up with all the generosity the church could provide. With his balls pressed flat against the back of Marianne's stockings, with his entire cock wedged within her body to the point of her belly bulging in a wild state, he unloaded his spunk - and made a mess of himself, the young woman, and the stables themselves.

Marianne went silent as she was filled, her entire body convulsing and shivering as her belly began to stretch more...and more...and more. She was being pumped with what was effectively gallons of rich, heavy horse cum, and at a certain point the poor thing simply couldn't hold him inside anymore. As Marianne effectively collapsed to her knees amidst a shrieking moan of delight, Queen's Rook himself continued to flail - his cock still spewing thick ropes of cum across anything that fell into its territory. The first blast was fired straight across Marianne's back as she crumbled underneath the beast, leading from her tailbone all the way to the back of her head, and then it simply continued to keep spraying. The stables. Himself. The jar laying on the floor, which was almost immediately filled from the contact. A burst of cum even shot straight towards Byleth, but the professor swiftly ducked out of the way - thereby allowing that streak of hot, white horse cum to pass right through Sothis' phantasmal form.

The spirit merely shivered. "...could've done without that."

By the time it was over, Queen's Rook was a content horse munching at a fresh sack of oats, and Marianne was an exhausted but happy mess kneeling on the floor. Her belly was still distended from the gallons of cum she'd been filled with, her shoulders, hair, and legs were absolutely coated in it, and she was still breathing heavy with threads of spit dangling from the corners of her blushing cheeks. She was a glowing representation of just what one could accomplish with enough faith in the Church of Seiros, and a fine example of the dedication students of Garreg Mach had.

Byleth approached her calmly, and gently stretched out a hand to pat her approvingly on the top of her cum-slickened head. Marianne - exhausted though she was - gave a pleased noise at the contact, smiling fondly through the strain and fatigue that so clearly overtook her. She didn't stop smiling even when Byleth's fingers suddenly wove through her blue hair and started to pull her head back, tilting her face to look up to the professor - and to her lap.

Byleth's free hand had already tucked into the front of her uniform, and she was already fishing her own cock out with intent to feed it to the monastery's only known horse whore. While she had it firmly in hand and mere inches away from the gasping lips of a blue-haired sweetheart that was eager for more, Byleth looked up to the figure floating before her - the ghostly green-haired brat that was giving her a look of disbelief, with her arms folded underneath her tiny chest.

"...what?!" Byleth snapped, irritably.

Marianne wasn't the only one in the stables that afternoon that was insatiable.

End of Chapter 8.

Notes:

I should probably post this on Fimfiction, because Marianne is an Equestria Girl if I've ever seen one.

Chapter 9: Hildamn That's a Nice Ass

Summary:

When Byleth learns that Hilda is whoring herself out to other students, she HAS to put a stop to it. After all, can you imagine how bad it would be for her if the students started charging to get fucked? The poor professor would be out of business in a month!

Chapter Text

Let Bygones Be Byleths

Chapter 9: Hildamn That's a Nice Ass

-by Drace Domino

"Well well, this seems very bold of them," Sothis tapped her chin, eyes narrowing as she studied the printed flier in Byleth's hand. It had been plucked straight from the Garreg Mach bulletin board in the mess hall, complete with a picture of a pink-haired beauty with pouty lips and a hand raised with the first two fingers in the shape of a V. While Byleth regarded it, Sothis outright clucked her tongue - indignation rising high in her voice. "Did they really think they could get away with this sort of thing without your permission? Or without at least giving you a cut?"

The flier in Byleth's hand left nothing to the imagination. "Spend your gold on a gold star experience with the one and only Hilda!" It proudly made the claim in big, vibrant letters followed by a smaller sales pitch. "At affordable rates - but not too affordable - you can enjoy the company of Garreg Mach's prettiest, trendiest, most stylish beauty. Whether you're looking for a date for an evening or an hour, Holler for Hilda!" At the very bottom of the flier there was small print that both Byleth and Sothis had to squint in order to read. "Holler for Hilda is a subsidiary of the Anna Merchant Caravan, all rights reserved. Anna Merchant Caravan coupons can not be applied to the Holler for Hilda suite of services. ABSOLUTELY NO REFUNDS, if you don't cum it's your own fault."

Silently, Byleth lifted her head as her spectral sidekick tilted towards her, and they gazed at one another in quiet contemplation. It was Sothis that spoke first between them, though that was nothing out of the ordinary.

"You're not going to let them get away with this, are you?" She asked, huffing while her arms folded over her flat chest. "It's entirely inappropriate! The students are paying to fuck each other now? This is preposterous! If they're that hard up, they should do what you did - achieve a high-ranking position in an established, respected academy and unreasonably use your leverage as their teacher to sexually exploit them!"

Byleth's deadpan expression was a stark contrast to Sothis' mischievous, borderline-cat smile.

"Did you see what I did there?"

Sothis' snark notwithstanding, Byleth still needed to address it. In truth, she should have months ago when all of this began - and before Anna got involved. It had been a poorly-kept secret around Garreg Mach that Hilda's appealing qualities were only rivaled by her laziness, and as such she naturally tended towards using one to accomodate for the other. The students could offer to carry her books in return for a kind word, or spend an entire evening doing all of her homework just for two minutes of uninterrupted hand holding. Hell, at the most recent battle against a surge of bandits from the south, a young man ended up in the infirmary because he took Hilda's spot in return for a kiss on the lips. And while he laid there nursing a sword wound to the gut, it was clear that he felt it was worth it.

Regardless, Hilda's knack of trading affection for favors was spinning into something else entirely, and it was fueled by the mercantile nature of Anna and her boundless avarice. Byleth would certainly get to Anna in time, but it was important that she nipped this in the bud with Hilda herself - for a variety of reasons. First and foremost, as Sothis had so clearly said, it was entirely inappropriate for the students to be whoring themselves out to one another. It was debasing, it betrayed the value of their education, and it set up so many terrible ethical concerns.

But the greater threat was that Hilda's new business would catch on, and sex with students at Garreg Mach would be priced out of Byleth's range. She couldn't afford that! She made a teacher's salary!

By the time she found the pink-haired Golden Deer, Hilda was in one of the freshman's quarters. He was a boy that Byleth had never paid much attention to - one of the many faceless, nameless students that lingered in the halls, always lurking in the background. Byleth didn't bother to knock or even introduce herself, simply unlocking the door to his room and inviting herself inside. And it was there she found Hilda and her newest client - the former lounging around in the boy's bed while the latter was kneeling nearby, holding a tray of fruit for her to nibble on. Hilda was completely dressed from head to toe, her arms folded back behind her head and a pleased look spread across her features. When she spotted Byleth she perked right up, beaming and giving the blue-haired teacher a big wave.

"Oh hiiiiiiii, Professor Byleth!" She spoke, shameless as could be. "How are you? You look great. Have you been fishing? Those arms of yours…whew, it looks like you've been fishing. Catch any big ones? Catch any big, strong fish with those big, strong arms of yours?"

This fucking school put entirely too much focus on fishing.

"What is this?" Byleth finally spoke, gesturing first to Hilda and then to the boy holding the tray of fruit. "Why are you in…uh…in…" She stared at the faceless boy for a long, lingering moment, coming up with nothing for his name. "...this child's bed?"

"Oh, he paid me!" Hilda was just as shameless in revealing her motivations - and her unique side hustle. "Three hundred gold to lay around in his bed for an hour so his sheets smelled like me. What a bargain, huh? Imagine! This beautiful scent clinging to your pillowcase! Your blanket! And if you're lucky…you!"

And in truth, the nothing nowhere boy did indeed look very, very happy about his purchase. Byleth, on the other hand, wasn't.

"You. Go outside. Play with a ball. Touch grass." Her words were stern and focused, so much so that the student didn't hesitate to follow her orders. He stumbled up to his feet immediately and started to scurry towards the door, leaving Hilda pouting on the bed with her arms crossed over her chest. She was laying there in her entire Garreg Mach uniform, and while she certainly looked pretty, Byleth recognized the danger she represented. Once the boy left them alone, Byleth glared at Hilda with an aura of authority, lifting her hand and pointing straight at the girl's adorable button nose. "You. Take your panties off."

Hilda didn't seem to particularly mind her client being unenthusiastically evicted from his room, but when she received her own personal order, the pink-haired girl seemed…hesitant. She fidgeted briefly underneath Byleth's gaze, squirmed her thighs together below her skirt, and after a few seconds of nervousness, finally spoke up with a tiny blush rushing across her face.

"Professor Byleth?" She began, admitting in a shameful, sheepish tone. "I already sold my panties today."

Both Byleth and Sothis slapped their palms against their faces.

It didn't matter, in the long run. If anything, it saved them a few seconds as Byleth prowled forward on the bed, bracing a knee against the edge before allowing herself to tumble against it. The bed of the young male student squeaked underneath the combined weight of professor and noble brat, just as Hilda herself squeaked while Byleth slid right beside her, so close that they could occupy the same pillow. The professor was bold in her motions and without any trace of shame - spooning just behind Hilda and easing the pink-haired girl's back against her chest. Through it all, Hilda looked like she was downright stunned from the gesture, and Sothis surmised as much as she floated nearby with her fingers tapping her chin.

"I…can't remember, have you already fucked this one?" Her tiny nose scrunched up and she looked Hilda up and down - easily one of the most beautiful girls at Garreg Mach, and with a look that was enhanced by the knee-high long stockings, pleated skirt, and snug-fitting uniform across a pair of large breasts. And even though Sothis couldn't smell anything in her spectral state, she could just tell that the girl had the aroma of fresh, sweet flowers. "I would've assumed you already did, but honestly, it's hard keeping track these days."

Byleth - once she was sure that Hilda wasn't looking directly at her - gave a short, small shake of her head to inform the ghost monkey on her back, but despite the answer, still handled Hilda like she did. One palm moved across the girl's belly to tease fingers through her uniform while the other simply scooped underneath her, wrapping around Hilda's chest from below to squeeze her from behind - a not-so-subtly grope at one of those uniform clad breasts. It was full-blown professor/student fondling without a single flirtation or request beforehand, and Hilda actively wriggled against the blue-haired woman's body, giggling in delight as she spoke.

"W…Wow!" She began, and even bucked her hips backward, nudging her rump to Byleth's lap. There was already the presence of a mighty cock pushing against her, straining Byleth's skirt and informing Hilda of just what was awaiting her. "I always knew you had an eye on me, Professor Byleth! I mean, how couldn't you? I'm so, so glad you decided to hire me. In regards to the rates, what you're looking fo--"

"I'm not paying," Byleth responded simply, just as her hand dipped from Hilda's belly to the edge of her skirt, slowly slinking underneath. Before long her deft and delicate touch was moving across the girl's pussy - a thumb teasing in a slow circle around a sensitive, raw hood. "I don't pay."

"O…Oh, well…uh…" It was clear - even to the nearby floating Sothis - that Hilda was stuck with a bit of a conflict. It was her job to fuck people for money these days - at least according to Anna - and so having sex with someone without getting paid for it certainly didn't sound like the right course of action. And yet, with another grind of her hips and a sudden gasp at the back of her throat, it was clear that Hilda did, in fact, really want to let her professor do anything she felt like. In the end the pink-haired, spoiled brat found a way to justify it, nibbling on her bottom lip as she reached a hand back behind herself, finding a few locks of blue hair to tease her fingers through. "I…I guess I can give you a free sample, just this once!"

"Sure," Byleth responded, with a slight roll of her eyes. "Just this once."

Nobody in the room - Byleth, Sothis, or Hilda - believed it would be a single exception.

Byleth's fingers kept working, just after she pulled at Hilda's thigh to sweep it backwards. While they still spooned on the young man's bed, Hilda's leg was left hooked back against one of Byleth's own, keeping her spread with her skirt lifting and her pussy exposed to the open air. Byleth spent a few brief seconds teasing Hilda's thighs before moving her digits back to the girl's slender slit, and once her touch started to dance over those delicate folds her student practically melted. She bucked her hips, clutched both the sheets and Byleth's hair, and gave the sort of pleasant noises that none of her existent clients could've hoped to squeeze from her. And - as Sothis observed - left covered in goosebumps and delight.

"My my my, she's quite the mess already," the little ghost was at the foot of the bed, peering below Hilda's skirt to see that her thighs were slathered in nectar, wet and juicy like most students were when Byleth began to work. Sothis tapped her lips thoughtfully and observed the bulge at Byleth's skirt, musing aloud for the benefit of mostly herself. "Oh, this is going to ruin the boy's sheets. But I suppose he'll get more smell attached to them than he bargained for."

As she did most of the time, Byleth was content to ignore Sothis as she floated around in the background, making observations and catty comments. She was far, far more focused on teasing Hilda to a point of rushing delight with her fingers - and soon, using her mouth as well. She threaded her nose back and forth through the rich girl's hair, letting those pigtails brush over her cheeks and drawing in a long, deep, savory breath, just before unleashing a shuddering noise of delight and pressing her head downward. Her mouth opened a split-second before she made impact with Hilda's throat, and from there the professor unleashed heavy, hungry kisses across her flesh. Her tongue rolled just as her fingers teased, with two of them finally working their way inside Hilda's pussy, hooking within, and giving her a few gentle bucks of her hips while she tugged.

She played the brat both mercilessly and efficiently, giving Hilda far more of a challenge than the girl ever knew before that afternoon. She was used to profiting off of noble boys that would do anything for the slightest bit of affection from her, and they'd always be content no matter what scraps they got in return for their devotion. But Byleth? Byleth was different. She was going to take what she wanted, and in return she'd leave Hilda as speechless and stunned as the boys she'd charge twenty-five gold for a tap on the nose. She was already whimpering and wet by the time Byleth's fingers gently left her pussy, and as the professor brought her hand upward, the nectar was visible on her center two digits. She held them before Hilda's face as proof of just how soaked she was, stretching them out to showcase her juice was webbed between them, and then eased her digits forward to press against Hilda's lips.

And the spoiled noble girl - the Garreg Mach attention whore - gladly allowed her teacher's fingers in her mouth so she could suck them clean.

Hilda murmured happily as her tongue swirled around Byleth's fingers, slurping down her own flavor as proof of just how excited her teacher was getting her. Meanwhile, Byleth's hips bucked forward in a perfectly-timed motion, and in doing so managed to unveil her length with a hands-free approach. That big, throbbing unit flopped forward to rest against one of Hilda's thighs in the space just above where her stockings ended, twitching against the cream-colored skin and allowing a dot of precum to ooze from the tip. Hilda actively shivered as she realized the full girth of her teacher's rod, and while she still suckled on the older woman's fingers, reached her own hand down to assist.

It was a delicate bit of stretching, with Hilda still spooned by Byleth and her leg still looped back, but Hilda was able to snag her teacher's shaft and guide it towards her extremely sensitive, raw slit. She was every bit as unsubtle as Byleth, swinging that unit back and forth so the head graced across her folds, smearing it with her own nectar that had been flowing so free and hot. Eventually, just as she pursed her lips and suckled intently on Byleth's fingers, she positioned her teacher's cock at the very entrance of her pussy, and Byleth swiftly took her up on the offer.

She might have teased Hilda into that level of excitement, but now that she was there, Byleth held nothing back. Her fingers left Hilda's mouth with a pop, and while the teen filled the room with the sound of her desperate moans, Byleth scooped her hand underneath the girl's knee, lifting her leg upward to allow for a deeper, more intense penetration. Though they both still rested on their sides the momentum between them was intense, with Hilda perfectly snapping her hips back to take every inch of Byleth's rod, and the older woman slamming forward with such ferocity that her cock hilted itself inside of the spoiled brat with each strike. Their flesh clapped together to play in harmony with Hilda's sudden uptick of joyful groaning, and even Byleth joined the chorus with a few hisses of hungry passion - she honestly didn't know what it took her this long to wrap Hilda around her dick. The girl seemed made for it!

As usual, Sothis floated nearby, utterly transfixed on it all. She floated around them casually and curiously, sometimes watching from afar to take in the full sight of the teacher and student coupling, and sometimes pulling her face so close to the point of penetration that her cheeks would've been splashed with squirt if she had the ability to regularly interface with the living world. As so many times before, she nibbled her bottom lip and pressed her thighs together, cheeks going red as she witnessed Byleth's rod filling that tender, tight pussy - jealous of both parties at the same time.

"G…Goodness, she's…she's responsive," Sothis whispered absently, and even snuck a hand down across her own tiny figure, moving her fingers to graze between her thighs. She swallowed nervously and drew in a deep and hungry shudder, just before whispering in a voice that was barely audible. "Maybe…maybe you could fuck her ass after this?"

Byleth didn't verbally respond to Sothis, but still lifted a brow as she heard the spirit's request on the fringes of her consciousness. And to the credit of the blue-haired woman that served as a vessel for the divine entity, she took Sothis' request to heart - after all, a good idea was a good idea. Just to confirm as much to Sothis, she soon let her mouth drift from Hilda's throat all the way up to her ear, and after a gentle nibble spoke loud enough for everyone - flesh or spirit - in the room to hear.

"After I fill your pussy, I'm going to take a turn with your ass," she informed Hilda, to which the pink-haired girl spasmed in excitement. "And then you'll clean me off with your mouth. And no, I won't be paying for those holes, either."

"Y…Yes, Professor," Hilda just whimpered in excited response, cheeks flushed and eyes having difficulty stopping from rolling back in her head. Soon she snuck a hand forward to assist Byleth in holding up her leg, gripping it just underneath the knee. When she was doing the heavy lifting it freed Byleth's hands to reach all the way around her, grasping her shirt at both edges of her collar. In a swift motion the buttons keeping Hilda's uniform closed went flying across the room, leaving the student's bra-covered breasts fully exposed, all while she was steadily drilled from behind. "Ahh, Professor!"

Sothis' throat tightened in raw delight as she witnessed the stripping of the slut, but when one of the buttons flew in her direction she was left in a state of shock as one of them actually smacked her on the head. It struck and bounced from her forehead just as if she was flesh and blood, and in the back of the spirit's mind the memory of Byleth's cum behaving in similar fashion was fresh in her thoughts. She didn't allow herself to get wrapped up in distraction, though, not when the scene unfolding in front of her was so satisfying.

Byleth came before too long, encouraged by the warm, inviting pussy of the prettiest girl in the Golden Deers. It was with one sudden, last lunge forward that she pressed herself down to the hilt, her balls clapping against Hilda's thighs and her member actively throbbing inside of her. Sothis could see in perfect detail how Byleth's sack trembled, how her muscles constricted and pulsed in order to pump cream forward, and how Hilda's pussy utterly failed to keep it all inside. As Byleth hissed and Hilda howled, the pink-haired girl was fucked into a climax of her own, that already-juicy pussy soaking itself even more with Byleth's excess cum squeezing out from between the seam of flesh. Some of it squirted out with such velocity that it actually reached Hilda's leggings, making even more of a mess of that fashionable take on the Garreg Mach uniform.

Byleth didn't let Hilda rest. Her cock was still inside of the girl as she allowed Hilda's leg to drop, one hand moving to her cheek to turn her head back to meet her. From there she kissed her - hungry and hot - her tongue actively wrestling and pinning Hilda's own while the sweet, beautiful thing was left so overwhelmed. Meanwhile, one hand was pulling Hilda's bra up and over her breasts before simply letting it rest above them, and she didn't hesitate to grope and squeeze at a bare tit to show not only her passion, but her ownership. Through it all, her member still twitched inside of her to give the girl another brief shot or two of cum, and Hilda just laid there - kissed, fondled, and filled, making an absolute mess of the boy's bed.

All that, and they'd only just begun. Seconds later, Byleth snapped her mouth free of Hilda's own, bringing herself up to her knees and pulling her slickened cock out of the other's overflowing pussy. By the time she scooped Hilda up in her arms and forcibly rolled her over onto her belly, Hilda's nethers were drooling spunk across her thighs, creating a rather pleasing sight when she was turned ass-up. Her legs were pressed together from the ankle to the thigh and she was straight across the mattress, leaving the spot where her rump began little more than a cum-plastered impact point for penetration. Without a word, Byleth stuck her fingers downward, swept them through the overflowing cream, and ushered it up a few inches to slather it across Hilda's tight, tender pucker.

"O…Oh Professor, Professor, I've never…" Hilda was nervous, sure, but delirious as well. Her eyes were half-lidded, her cheeks were fully overtaken by a blush, and she was actively gripping the sheets. Her stocking-clad feet were fidgeting against each other as she still laid flat and straight as an arrow, even as Byleth mounted the back of her thighs and let that big, slippery dick flop against her rump. "It's…golly, you're so big, I…I hope I can take it…"

"I'm sure you can," Byleth remarked simply, just as she pushed against her own unit and guided the tip to Hilda's backside. She actively shuddered as she felt the kiss of that recently-released cockhead nuzzling her ass, complete with a line of fresh cum oozing from the tip to make sure she was extra-well lubricated. When Byleth continued to speak it was in a plain and matter-of-fact fashion, the same sort of tone she'd use to express her confidence in a student's ability. "I don't approve of Anna whoring you out, but she has an eye for quality. She knows you're the type of merchandise that won't break easily."

She allowed that thought to sink into Hilda's mind just as she tried to do exactly that. The penetration of Hilda's ass was slow but steady, that enormous cock stretching tight, quivering walls that were altogether unprepared for them. Hilda's eyes went wide as she gripped the sheets and pulled the pillow against her face, nuzzling it while she unleashed a series of worried whimpers as she was packed. Her glistening pussy - still overflowing with cream - was forced to push out even more as the inches steadily disappeared in her ass, up until the final thrust Byleth gave her, at which point she squirted out a healthy dollop that reached all the way to her own stocking-clad calves. That final shove also forced a yelp from Hilda's throat, but Byleth didn't pay it any heed - Hilda had all of her contained, and that was proof enough that the girl could handle her. She paused only long enough to release Hilda's waist to move her hands to more appropriate spots to grip - namely, those long, pink pigtails. She secured her hands near the base of each and curled the lengths of them around her arms, leading to Byleth's biceps and triceps looking as if they'd been candy-striped in pink.

And then, with a hard grip and a harder cock, Byleth began to fuck.

The noises that escaped Hilda's throat as her ass was claimed were the sort of noises that noble girls generally didn't make. Not even the ones that Byleth had been corrupting for months by now had a tendency to yelp and gasp like Hilda did, but then…none of her past students had been quite as deserving as the sort of wild, depraved assfucking that Hilda received that afternoon. Byleth's hips lifted back and forth and slammed against her again and again in rapid measure, balls clapping at the cum-soaked spot on Hilda's thighs and only making more of a wet mess in the process. Each strike made the bed ache and caused Hilda to grasp at the pillow harder - even though she couldn't bury her face in it with Byleth pulling at her pigtails, keeping her face free and exposed to the rest of the room.

It was perhaps even rougher than Byleth intended, and the blue-haired woman was putting on something of an intentional show. Sothis could be annoying and belligerent, she could be sarcastic and worthy of a slap, but…this odd existence of hers couldn't have been easy, and so Byleth opted to give her this treat. It was what the spirit wanted to see, and so Byleth relished in showing it to her - from the way that massive cock nearly popped out of Hilda's spasming back door with every backwards thrust to the slap, slap, slap of cum-covered balls against a pair of thighs an inch above the line of dark stockings. It was messy and rough and the entire time Byleth held Hilda's hair like the reins of a steed, with those pink pigtails weaving all the way up to her shoulders.

And Sothis, slack-jawed and actively pawing at herself by now, loved it. She'd been fingering her tiny ghost pussy for minutes by that point, squeaking and gasping and actively masturbating fully within Byleth's line of fire. The blush on Hilda's cheeks, the way the pink-haired brat begged both for mercy and for more, the sweat that glazed Byleth's brow while the woman herself looked effortlessly stoic…it was a wild sight to behold. And though Sothis didn't quite understand everything as far as her unique relationship with Byleth went, she knew this was a gift, and she enjoyed it as such.

The fact that Byleth was able to drill an impossibly tight little ass while administering it was a bonus.

Byleth's peak came yet again before too long, but before it did, she'd drilled three separate, stunning orgasms into an assfucked Hilda - while Sothis got off as she watched. Though the professor barely made a sound outside of a few simple grunts and focused breaths, Hilda was constantly and loudly screaming of her impending peaks, with such force and ferocity that the boy that had been ejected from his quarters knew exactly what was going on. Even Sothis was left a quivering mess by the end, pushed there by the sight of her anchoring body having at the pink-haired brat, and she now simply floated in the air with her arms and legs limp, a line of spectral dool rolling down the corner of her lips. Byleth's peak was the most thunderous of all of them, however, and when she hilted herself down to the core of Hilda's ass her member unleashed nothing short of a torrent of spunk.

She pulled at the girl's pigtails like she was an out of control steed, practically bending Hilda backwards in half as she unloaded. Her mighty member twitched again and again within the girl's spasming rear, and each jet of cum she fired only made that hole warmer and tighter. Hilda's voice erupted into a series of muted squeaks and gasps as she was filled, her eyes glazed at her pupils dilating as she learned firsthand that some fucks were more valuable than gold. And by the time Byleth finished and allowed those pigtails to uncurl from her arms, Hilda simply flopped forward on the pillow, a twitching, spasming mess that was utterly soaking the sheets.

Byleth simply looked from one exhausted, spent slut to the other - Hilda to Sothis, Sothis to Hilda - and simply rolled her eyes as she folded her arms across her chest. Looked like she'd have to wait for Hilda to wake up before getting the girl to clean off her dick, and she wouldn't have anybody to talk to while she did.

Nearly a half-hour later, Byleth stepped outside of the boy's quarters, adjusting her uniform and looking no less professional than when she entered. Her hair was straightened and smooth, her cock was neatly tucked underneath her skirt again, and the sweat had been mopped from her brow. She was the absolute picture of a studious educator…yet if one were to catch a glimpse of the girl still laying on the bed behind her before the door closed, they'd see that she was anything but. Hilda was an exhausted, wet mess laying flat on the bed with an arm and leg dangling over the edge, cum slathering her thighs, her chests, and that adorable face. As Byleth closed the door and took a step forward, she was ready to put this particular incident behind her - at least until she heard a noise from the bushes nearby.

"Achoo! Oh no!"

The bushes rustled with the shake of a sneeze, and it was enough to draw Byleth's attention. With an observant tilt of her head she looked over, realizing that there was a certain patch of green that didn't match the leaves. It was brighter. Softer. Puffier. With an idle, outstretched finger Byleth stretched forward and gave that bright patch a sudden poke, and as she did the voice from the bushes spoke again.

"Ouch! I'm sorry, Professor! I'm so sorry! I was just curious!"

As hands emerged from the bushes to pull them aside and that green patch shifted to reveal it was a nest of thick, bright green hair, a familiar face emerged with a blush. Flayn stood out of the leaves with a sheepish look on her face, her hands fidgeting with themselves as she fell underneath the attention of her teacher.

Byleth simply regarded the girl with a disapproving look, her arms folded over her chest and her displeasure apparent. Meanwhile, Sothis was floating just behind her and mused aloud.

"Well well well, looks like you have a stalker," she murmured, before saying what all three of them were thinking. "Is it time to fuck this one now?"

End of Chapter 9.

Chapter 10: Stay in Your Flayn

Summary:

Flayn's been spying on her professor, and that simply can't go unpunished! Now she's got to sit and watch Professor Byleth fuck her very favorite student - Bernadetta!

(Bernie is Byleth's favorite because she is, in fact, the best.)

Chapter Text

Let Bygones Be Byleths

Chapter 10: Stay in Your Flayn

-by Drace Domino

"Professor, this really is not necessary! I assure you, I have learned my lesson!"

Professor Byleth said nothing, and simply kept walking.

"Please, Professor! I find this most embarrassing!"

Again, the response she received was silence as Byleth continued moving forward. By that point, the students of Garreg Mach were staring. Some of them were whispering to one another while a few more even giggled, pointing at the spectacle they were witnessing. Flayn fidgeted even more, and unleashed a pathetic, mewling whine.

"Please, Professor, I am not a cat!"

Sure didn't change the fact that Byleth could carry her like one. The older woman was walking through the grounds of the monastery with one hand lifted, her fist closed about the back of Flayn's collar in order to carry her like a mother feline would her kitten. The height difference between the two made it easy for her to keep the green-haired, pigtailed girl elevated, and Flayn was hardly a challenge to lift for the accomplished warrior. As a result, Flayn was treated to something of a walk of shame across the courtyard and past the student dorms, all while Byleth made a slow, patient beeline towards the faculty quarters. In particular, hers.

"She's really putting up quite the fuss for an eavesdropper, isn't she?" Sothis was floating a few paces behind as usual, her head tilted as she regarded the pair. Byleth had only just finished up with Hilda only to catch Flayn peeking from the bushes, ensuring that the professor's midday schedule was certainly…packed. Even Sothis arched an eye as she floated ahead in front of them, regarding Byleth with a cautiously lifted brow. "Are you going to have your way with this one, too?"

Byleth, still in public and not willing to speak aloud to her spiritual baggage, managed a simple nod as quickly and as stoically as she could. Sothis just groaned in response.

"Truly?! Again?!" She gave an exaggerated sigh, holding her arms up before allowing them to flop to her floating sides. "But you just…and you have…and…ugh! I do not believe I have the attention span to watch you defile more of your students this afternoon! Sure, it's fun for the first few hours, but…oh, I do wish you'd find yourself a new hobby! I'm going to take a much-needed nap!"

Byleth didn't think much about it when Sothis simply vanished into thin air. She didn't need to - the green-haired spirit's reasons for dodging out of the rest of the day were rather obvious. Over the weeks and months, she'd been watching Byleth's special time with her students more and more jealously, and it was obvious to see that it was starting to bother her that she couldn't participate. There was no question that the spunky ghost didn't want to be reminded of her limitations throughout the entire day, and Byleth couldn't really blame her. Perhaps she'd have a word with her when Sothis rematerialized the next morning, but for now? For now, there was punishment to dole out and students to teach.

At a certain point, Flayn had stopped putting up a fuss, and simply allowed herself to be cat-carried by the scruff of her collar. Her arms hung at her sides and she wore a pouty look the entire time, her cheeks puffed out and even her pigtails swinging with every step Byleth took. She was carried with all the ease of a lantern as Byleth stepped up first to the faculty quarters' district and then to her own front door afterwards, and only then did she lift her brow with curiosity overtaking her.

"Professor? Where are we going?" She blinked, and bit her bottom lip briefly. It didn't take her particularly long to figure it out before she squirmed with excitement, her eyes lighting up as her innocent, enthusiastic voice filled the air. "Oh, truly?! Professor, I am so honored to be among your students that you wish to engage in an intimate relationship with! I will endeavor to do my best to satisfy you!"

Byleth paused, and lifted her shoulders in a deep, heavy sigh mere inches from her front door. After Flayn's unexpected - and revealing - outburst, Byleth had no other choice but to look over to the sturdy redheaded knight casually walking along the path outside, who had stopped to stare at them with a look of utter shock.

"...good afternoon, Gilbert," Byleth murmured, before adding as a small afterthought. "Please do not tell Seteth about this."

"I…it is none of my concern, Professor Byleth," Gilbert coughed, though his trepidation grew a bit more intense as she added an afterthought of his own. "But…you…you do not engage in this sort of relationship with Annette, do you?"

"...nnnnnnnnnnno."

Flayn was absolutely bubbling with excitement at that point, thrilled that she was finally going to join the club of students that the professor saw fit to turn into her personal toys. Why, she'd been watching her for weeks at that point! The harsh lessons with Ingrid, the lovely, melodic romance with Dorothea, the shockingly intimate lovemaking with Lady Rhea…oh, and that time she helped Marianne fuck a horse! Needless to say, Flayn was nearly vibrating with excitement by the time the door closed behind them and she spotted the bed pressed against the wall with freshly-made sheets and fluffed pillows. Her enthusiasm, unfortunately, would come to a sudden, crashing halt as she heard a whole new voice fill the air.

"Good afternoon, Professor!" Like a bolt from the shadows, a naked figure darted over, practically crashing against Byleth. None other than Bernadetta threw her arms around the shoulders of her stoic professor, stood on her toes to lean upward, and - while completely ignoring the presence of Flayn - gave the older woman a kiss on the cheek. "I'm so happy to see you! How do you want me today?"

"Bed. Position four."

Bernadetta practically bounced across the room, looking far, far more lighthearted and joyful than Flayn had ever seen her at Garreg Mach before. While still carrying the green-haired girl like an unruly kitten, Byleth casually reached her other hand up to her own collar to begin undoing the clasp of her cloak, only lifting a brow as Flayn spoke up.

"Professor? What is she doing here?" She huffed in a state of jealousy, pouting even harder than when she was marched across the courtyard. "Does she have a key to your quarters? Why does she get to serve you in such a fashion?"

"I like this one." Byleth's stern, terse, and stoic voice responded, and casually gestured to where Bernadetta had already assumed the assigned pose - laying longways across the bed with her feet pressed against the wall and her head dangling over the edge of the mattress. Mouth open, eyes closed, and thighs spread. Byleth allowed a smile to creep across her face. "She's my favorite one."

"But…but what about me, Professor?" Flayn pouted, even sticking out her bottom lip in the hope of adorably appealing to her professor's sympathies…and clear lust for her cutest students. "I am the one that needs to be taught a lesson, correct?"

"Yes." Byleth's response came quickly, just as she stepped up to the edge of the bed while her cloak fell from her shoulders. With her lap hovering mere inches from Bernie's gaping maw and wiggling tongue, Byleth turned Flayn around and sat her squarely on the mattress beside her. Still clothed, arms at her sides, hands folded in her lap. "Since you like to watch so badly, now you have a better view."

With Flayn put in detention and Bernie eager to receive her afternoon treat, Byleth swiftly began to get ready. She stripped herself down to nothing more than her fishnets and boots, and as the garments fell to the floor Flayn watched her beloved professor in all her nearly-bare glory, absolutely brewing with jealousy. The pigtailed young woman flopped her arms across her chest and pouted so hard, especially when Byleth began to dangle her glistening, precum-coated cocktip towards Bernie's mouth.

"...this is most frustrating, indeed." Flayn observed, completely deserving of her punishment.

Byleth wasted no time in doling out Flayn's punishment for being such a bad girl - and Bernie's reward for being such a good girl. The purple-haired shut-in was groaning around not just a mouthful but a throatful of cock, with the latter bulging as her professor lunged back and forth, rutting the girl's mouth with her enlarged, throbbing unit. The taste of Hilda was still fresh on her rod, but that didn't seem to bother Bernie in the slightest - she was used to being her professor's premiere clean-up crew, the one that would make sure she was sparkling and tidy for whatever random teenage slut she decided to fuck later in the afternoon. And while Bernie's feet were planted on the wall and her thighs were spread, Professor Byleth made sure to reward her by paying attention to more than the girl's mouth. Though her cock was occupied, the older woman's hands took turns teasing Bernie's breasts, pinching her nipples, drawing her nails across the girl's slender belly, and of course - slapping that shaved, smooth pussy with her outstretched fingers. Each time she brought her hand down in a playful smack it was enough to make Bernie groan again around her stuffed mouthful of dick, and it wasn't long before messy slurping sounds joined her noise. Threads of spit were dangling from the corners of her lips and falling to the floor below, smearing against her cropped purple hair and in general making a mess. It was a shameful display, but Bernie genuinely didn't seem to mind - nor did she care that Flayn was in the room with them.

So long as she was the sole focus of her teacher's affection, Bernadetta was clearly able to put her nerves aside and simply enjoy getting facefucked.

Flayn, on the other hand, had been fidgeting ever since this madness began. She switched back and forth from folding her arms over her flat chest to pressing her palms against her lap, and on more than one instance she had to cross her legs in the other direction, her thighs grinding together through her tights and her lower lip trapped between her teeth. Though most of the time her eyes were tracking Byleth's naked figure from the flowing hair to the swaying breasts to that spit-soaked shaft, but every now and again she gazed down at Bernadetta and seethed in jealousy. Flayn was a good-natured sort, of course, the kind of girl that would never wish ill on anyone…but oh, if it didn't look like she was ever-so-close to shoving Bernie off the bed and taking her place.

Byleth saw it all, of course, but didn't comment on it. She was a woman that knew how to teach a good, valuable lesson without saying much of anything, and class was very much in session. At a certain point, Byleth suddenly pulled her dick free of Bernie's throat and pushed forward with her hips, simultaneously inviting Bernadetta to worship her twitching balls while she grazed her spit-covered dick over the young woman's tiny, tiny breasts. With a hiss from the back of her throat she actively smeared Bernie's spit across her chest, swiping her dick from side to side, teasing the underside of her shaft with Bernie's nipples, and all the while savored the twitching of that wiggling tongue underneath her pouch. And naturally, the entire time Flayn's eyes were shocked into an open state, tracing the movements of Byleth's unit as it swept back and forth.

"Mmm…slllrrr…mmsss…" Bernie's sounds were nothing short of perfect, from the greedy suckling and slurping to the sounds of intensely satisfied swallowing of ball-flavored spit. She was truly worshipping her teacher's balls as she'd been trained to do, the favored pet of the professor that took such wicked liberties with her students. Even when she spoke it was all in service of Byleth's pleasure, with her warm breath cascading against sensitive flesh and making Byleth all the more excited. "P…Professor…they taste so…so good…"

Byleth's smile was smug and self-satisfied, and as she swiveled her hips from side to side both her balls and shaft danced across Bernie's upper half. Her sack slapped to the girl's cheeks in light and playful fashion and her rod flopped like a flailing fish across those tiny breasts, making an absolute mess of that smooth, cream-colored flesh. Drops of spit splashed from side to side, a jet of dense precum ejected itself across Bernadetta's toned belly, and Byleth very nearly lost herself in the moment and unloaded. She was only able to stop herself by suddenly reaching out a hand and bracing it on the back of the nearby Flayn's head - fingers drawing tight into those green locks and holding fiercely.

"Ahh! P…Professor!" Flayn's voice was nothing short of desperate, hopeful, eager for a chance to help. Her eyes were shining as it felt like Byleth was pulling her close, almost encouraging her to take a lick of that flopping cock and assist Bernie in servicing it. "Does…does this mean I--"

She was denied. Swiftly. Professor Byleth pulled Flayn's hair to yank her head right back into position, denying her so much as a simple lick. She even gave the girl a concerned look as if to suggest she'd come close to making her punishment even worse, and then quickly pulled her hips back to reassert her cock at Bernie's mouth. Once more, the sound of the choked girl's gurgling filled the air and Byleth lifted her hand from Flayn's hair so she could move it to Bernie's pussy, fingers pressing against the soft, quivering folds and causing them to dance.

Flayn's pout was tremendous - perhaps the hardest pout Garreg Mach had ever known - in the moments leading up to Byleth and Bernadetta's peak. The younger of the two was the first one to reach it, her naked, slender frame jolted into a climax by the incessant teasing of Byleth's fingers at her pussy. She slapped her hands against the sheets and braced her feet harder to the wall, nearly pushing the bed as she gave in to a thrilling, wild climax. Bernie's orgasms were a stark contrast to the girl herself - violent and explosive compared to Bernie's otherwise calm personality - and when she spasmed, a few sudden jets of squirt erupted from her nethers. They arced forward, crashing against the wall adjacent to Byleth's bed, soaking her sheets, even rebounding in such a way that a gasping Flayn took a few beads of moisture across her cheeks and lips. The green-haired young woman didn't even have a chance to process that she'd taken second-hand squirt across her features before Byleth's peak rumbled through her, for as soon as the professor murmured in rushing pleasure, Flayn's attention was locked into place.

She'd never been permitted to see it up this close before. The way Byleth's nose scrunched up as she climaxed, the way her muscles went tense and her eyes half-closed, the smell and the heat in the air! It was almost overwhelming to poor Flayn, and the girl once more had to cross her legs in the opposite direction as she witnessed what followed. Byleth lunged into Bernadetta's throat with one last thrust, and while her student was still spasming and squirting against the wall, the professor rewarded her with a throat, mouth, and belly full of cum. It was clear from the gurgling noises that Bernie was somehow managing to swallow the loads that rushed forward, gulping them into her belly even though her head was dangling upside down. And though Flayn couldn't properly witness the point of impact, she could hear the sounds of unrestrained moisture that followed. The slurping. The suction. The wet, breathless gasps. And of course, the murmur of contentment that followed as Byleth started to pull her cock free from Bernie's mouth, only to dotingly reach a hand down and brush her fingers through the purple girl's hair.

"Pro…proffff…" Bernie tried to talk through her smile, but she simply couldn't - her throat was too full and she had many, many swallows to gulp down. Thankfully, Byleth was truly caring and considerate of her favorite girl, slipping her fingers below Bernadetta's head, helping her straighten out on the bed, and even lowering herself to the point that she could press a delicate, tiny kiss on Bernie's forehead. By the time Bernie was drifting off to a satisfied nap on her teacher's bed, a smile had formed on her cum-covered lips, and Byleth tilted her head to the side so any excess spunk would harmlessly flow from Bernie's mouth and soak the girl's cheeks and hair. "Mmmm…"

Flayn gazed upon the scene with as much awe and reverence as the first time she beheld Lady Rhea in all her glory. The way that Professor Byleth doted on her student mere moments after facefucking her, the way she so happily befouled the girl only to tend to her mere moments after, and that precious, precious kiss on the forehead? It was downright tender and heartfelt, and Flayn felt an entirely different sort of jealousy surge inside of her. She held a hand to her chest and actively gasped, with tears nearly in her eyes as she looked to where her naked professor now stood.

"I…oh my, Professor, I had no idea you could be so…delicate," she even sniffled a little, her eyes shining as she regarded the older woman. "Oh, if only I, too, could experience such kindness on your behalf!"

Byleth, who had lifted her arms to secure them in a folded state below her full breasts, pondered Flayn's daydream with her lips pursed and her brow gently lifted. She regarded Flayn up and down - from the nest of green hair to the adorable features, to the tights that gripped a slender pair of legs leading into clunky, oversized boots. Flayn was certainly something special, and she'd been stunningly patient while she watched Bernie get facefucked.

"Yeah, all right," Byleth finally chirped, and stretched out a hand, offering to help Flayn to her feet. "I suppose I've got enough in me to pop off in you, too. Bend over the chair, you little slut."

Byleth could be tender, but she would…probably never be romantic.

Normally, Byleth wouldn't be down for yet another round. It had already been a pretty big day after her time with Hilda and then Bernie in rapid succession, but…what could she say? If Professor Byleth had a type, it was students. And if she had a type within a type, it was adorable students. Bernadetta and Flayn were top tier in that regard, and while the professor had held off from wrapping the young woman around her dick up until that point, she wasn't about to pass up the opportunity that came gift wrapped to her that day. And so, while Bernadetta dozed on the bed, Byleth sought to stake yet another claim among the student body.

She opted to fuck Flayn while the young woman was still mostly dressed, as few students filled out their cute uniform quite as adorably as Flayn. She even allowed the pigtailed girl to wear the black tights underneath her skirt, though they were ripped at the very center to allow a smooth, hairless pussy exposed. After a bit of playful fondling with Flayn bent over the edge of the chair, Byleth just…helped herself. She grasped Flayn by the waist, swung into position behind her, and introduced the young woman's pussy to a cock that was still eager for more.

And Flayn, despite how timid and tender and downright adorably innocent as she was, lost her fucking mind.

"Yes, yes, yes, Professor! Oh, it's so good! So big! I love your penis! Is…is it polite to call it that?!"

"...just say cock, please."

"I love your cock, Professor!" Once her verbiage was corrected, Flayn let loose in a howling, joyful tantrum as she was fucked. Bent over the back of a chair, her hands locked against the seat, standing on her toes in order to make sure her backside was high enough, the girl's throat tightened and she practically barked with noises of unrestrained joy as she was pumped from behind. The squeak of her shoes on the floor, the ruffling bounce of her skirt with every thrust, the swing of those puffy green pigtails…Flayn was nothing short of a celebration of how cute a student could be while they were wrapped around their teacher's length. Her cheeks were red and her eyes were wide and glassy, a smile forming across her face from cheek to cheek as she just kept moaning into the open air of Byleth's quarters. "Professor, you're making my vagina so very, very happy!"

Byleth just scrunched up her nose, wincing from the girl's desperately weak attempt at dirty talk. They'd…need to work on that, for sure. For the moment, however, Byleth was locked into her motions, using Flayn for the first, wonderful time. Her little slit was as snug and as warm as a teacher could hope for, with her nethers tightening in an attempt to milk that throbbing, thick member on each press forward. When Byleth hilted herself inside of Flayn's pussy the girl was forced to roll forward even further on her toes, and the chair ached ahead on its front legs. At a certain point, the older woman finally gave a grunt of frustration as the chair just kept getting in the way, and her hands left Flayn's hips in order to take even further control of the situation.

"Pr--Professor, what are you--oooohhh!"

Byleth was damned strong when she needed to be, and quick, to boot. In a stunning few motions she forcibly kicked the chair out from underneath Flayn, and without losing a single thrust inside of the girl's pussy, launched them both towards the edge of the bed. Flayn's upper half was left flopping onto the mattress perpendicular to Bernadetta's naked body while her lower half was seized up into the air, Byleth grabbing Flayn by her thighs and lifting her upward. It was a dizzying position for a girl in the midst of her first time getting fucked - half of her dangling off the edge of the bed and only suspended by the dick in her entrance and the grip of her teacher, her knees bent with her heels facing the ceiling, her skirt dancing around the edge of the bed with every last thrust. It actually felt like Byleth was fucking her even harder now, with powerful, potent strikes that made Flayn squeak each time she felt the older woman's balls clap against her hood.

Bernadetta, whom had only managed a brief five minute nap - just long enough for Flayn's tights to be torn and her pussy to be penetrated - naturally began to stir. Flayn's desperate howls and the sudden rattling of the bed was enough to bring her back to the waking world, to say nothing of the fact that she still had a half-mouthful of cum resting at the inside of her cheek. The first thing Bernadetta did was swallow the last treat she had left, and the second was to roll over onto her side, putting together the scene in front of her. Flayn - facing her, clinging the sheets, desperate and gasping as she was fucked. Byleth - naked save for fishnets and boots, triumphantly claiming one of the cutest treasures in all of Garreg Mach. It was a hell of a sight, and it would've been enough to make most other students jealous to witness. But…not Bernie.

Because, after all, Bernie was the best.

"You're doing great, Professor! I can tell, she's loving it!" Bernadetta's voice perked up in the room, a stark contrast to her usual timid tone. She was encouraging and morale-boosting, as if Byleth really needed it. In a more practical sense she soon reached her hands down and pinned them against Flayn's shoulders, helping to hold the girl steady while she was fucked in a bridged state off the edge of the bed. "How is she? Is she good? Is she better than Bernie?"

"Too close to say," Byleth said aloud, though in the aftermath simply mouthed the words "Nobody's better than Bernie" to the purple-haired girl. After all, there was no sense in taking the wind out of Flayn's sails during her first time - especially when she was still doing great. While Bernie absolutely melted underneath the fawning praise of her teacher, Byleth flashed the girl a wink and picked up the pace, slamming her hips back and forth harder and harder, almost like she was trying to push the bed into the wall by virtue of her student's slender, trembling form. Flesh slapping flesh provided a heavy symphony through the air and it was joined in concert by Flayn's groans and screams, thankfully none of which made any more failing attempts to talk dirty. She wouldn't have been able to even if she wanted - each time she tried to form the breath to speak a word, Byleth packed her so full of cock that it knocked the wind right out of her again. She became a green-haired creature of joyful yelps and gasps, fully dressed save for the torn fabric of her tights leaving that lovely, plump, tiny pussy exposed.

At a certain point, though, the noise stopped. The creaking of the bed, the squeaking of Byleth's boots on the floor, even the sound of Flayn moaning and screaming in split measures. Byleth slowed her pace gradually, drawing back to the point that she wasn't actively thrusting inside of her student anymore. She remained inside, of course, her member half-hilted inside of a set of folds that were still trying to milk her of cum, but she held fast - not giving in as she looked to Flayn and Bernadetta, her two cutest sluts.

"Bernie?" Byleth finally spoke, lifting a brow as she regarded the purple-haired young woman. "Give her a little of position seven."

"R…Really?" Bernadetta asked, her cheeks suddenly rushing with a pink tint. She was already shifting her position to oblige with her teacher's instruction, though just a bit of her usual insecurity was creeping into her. "But…but Bernie's never done that with anybody but you, Professor."

"It'll be fine," Byleth remarked, just as she started to buck forward again. "I've got a feeling Flayn will be a natural."

From that point on, Flayn's moans and screams were…muffled, thanks in part to the fact that her face was buried between Berndaetta's thighs. Byleth was fucking her every bit as hard as she could, and at that point Bernie's thighs had spread out to accomodate her green-maned head, with her knees bent and her bare feet wedged against Flayn's back. Together, she and Byleth kept Flayn anchored with all the more stability in her precarious position half-hanging in the air, and all the young woman needed to do was feast on Bernadetta's pussy while letting Byleth claim her with relentless, reckless passion.

And she did just that. Though inexperienced and shy, Flayn was determined to prove herself. Her mouth was nestled against Bernie's folds as she greedily licked up and down, gazing up at the other girl with a glassy, excited look in her eyes that spoke of her raw pleasure. It might've been a new experience for Flayn, but much like Byleth suspected, she was obviously a natural. Flayn kept her arms looped up and around Bernie's thighs while she worked, and it only assisted her even further in staying aloft - her feet dangling in the air, wrapped against the sides of Blyeth's waist as she was pushed closer and closer to the brink.

A brink that she, and the others, soon toppled over from. Flayn was easily the first to snap in pleasure, overwhelmed as she was and the most inexperienced of the trio. That tender pussy gripped around Byleth's rod and started to seize upon it, so tightly that the teacher almost had trouble pulling back so she could snap forward again. Flayn's entire body went tense and rigid as she found herself tumbling into a peak, but at least she had the good sense to smear her face back and forth across Bernie's pussy - ensuring that even if her mouth could do little more than remain open in the midst of a constant, bellow scream, she was at least slurping back and forth across the other's folds with her flailing, out-of-control tongue.

Bernie and Byleth joined her not long after, with professor and professor's pet sharing a brief glance to push them over the edge. Bernie, much like before, had a climax that was nothing short of explosive, with a burst of nectar that erupted against Flayn's face, sending a torrent into the air as she hit with a sudden splash. As the naked Bernie flailed on the bed, Byleth completed the trio with a peak of her own, rushing forward until she was hilted inside of Flayn and unleashing with every last ounce of strength she could muster. Her balls trembled and her cock twitched, and soon she unleashed her torrent - jet after jet of white spunk to flood the pussy of the green-haired sweetheart, all while Flayn was still recovering from her own thrashing peak. Even though she was still mostly fully clothed, Flayn couldn't help but feel absolutely exposed in that moment - raw and tender like never before, flooded with a glory and warmth that not even Lady Rhea's presence could rival. As Byleth continued to stir her, Flayn's pussy dripped with a soft patter, excess cum falling down to the fringes of her skirt below. Hopefully, Seteth wouldn't see the stains.

It was moments later that Byleth - still wearing only her fishnets and boots - reclined at the head of her bed. Seated against a small mountain of pillows, the professor was…content. Her cock was hanging between her thighs in a flaccid, happily-used state and she had two girls against her in the form of Bernie and Flayn. They were both dozing contently, with Bernie naked and Flayn having been peeled down to those torn tights currently marked by an overflowing creampie. The girls were fully asleep and content as they rested their heads to Byleth's breasts, and the professor allowed herself a moment of sweetness as she cradled them. One hand for each head of hair, one softly delivered kiss to each forehead, and a stream of steady, blissful breathing as she drew in the lingering scent of their shared arousal in the air.

This…was what teaching was all about. A dutiful professor and two of her very favorite students.

…even if Bernadetta was still clearly the best.

End of Chapter 10.

Chapter 11: Ylisse Ghost Coast to Coast

Summary:

Lysithea came to Garreg Mach to do two things: learn, and eat candy. She never signed up to roam these haunted halls and deal with ghosts!

One night, her fears become reality as a ghost visits her in bed. Specifically, the ghost of an old, long-deceased witch that has seduction - and corruption - on her mind.

Chapter Text

Let Bygones Be Byleths

Chapter 11: Ylisse Ghost Coast to Coast

-by Drace Domino

If the halls of Garreg Mach weren't haunted, then why were there so many moans during the middle of the night?!

Lysithea often had that thought when she was up late studying, usually while she was hiding under a blanket and squinting so she could read one of her books. The monastery could be downright spooky this late, and she had been absolutely convinced ever since she arrived that there were specters and phantoms around every corner - the souls of departed warriors from wars long past. It was something that haunted the silver-haired young woman's waking thoughts, especially when the sun went down and it seemed like every corner of Garreg Mach was host to…sounds that carried a certain wicked tone to them. Why, it seemed like Professor Byleth's quarters in particular were especially haunted, from the sounds of it. Such a brave teacher she was to take up residence in what was clearly profane, cursed ground!

That night, like most nights, Lysithea was far from Professor Byleth's haunted quarters and tucked away in her own room. Seated in the center of her bed with a burning candle on her nightstand, the girl was pouring through one of her many books, her brilliant mind spinning as she absorbed everything she read. Whether it was math or science or her favorite subject - magic - she was a slightly-bratty, brainy sponge when it came to information. Though maybe a bit naive and ignorant of why the other students usually didn't wake up until late, Lysithea was still very much a good girl. Some might even call her the best girl.

Others would say that she was close, but she was no Bernadetta.

Regardless, Lysithea sat alone in her quarters, reading a book and trying to push aside the shivers that crept over her slender figure every time she heard a noise from further in the monastery. Her quarters shared a wall with those of Hilda, and she was thankful for the fact that she didn't seem to inherit the poltergeist that so clearly banged on Hilda's walls and shook her bed throughout the evening. Ever-diligent against the touch of a spooky presence or the whisper of the undead, Lysithea did her best to keep her nose in her book. To that end, it was quite the surprise when she heard a voice fill her room - low in tone, smoldering, and husky.

"You look like a girl that likes her sweets."

"Hmm? Oh, yes, I love candy! Why, do you have an--gaaaaauuuh!" Lysithea's immediate candy-friendly response passed her lips split-seconds before she lifted her head, only for her yelp to fill the halls of Garreg Mach. She tossed her book to the mattress and scrambled into the corner, yanking the sheets up to her chin as if it would afford her protection. Her voice trembled from the back of her throat and her vibrantly-colored eyes were quivering in fear, gaze locked on the figure that was standing at the edge of her bed. "A g-g-g-g-g-GHOST!"

And for once, she was right. The woman that stood before her was vaguely transparent, her curvy figure only half-opaque, yet still fully visible. She was a dark-eyed woman with rich black hair cut into a straight line across her forehead, only to sweep well past her shoulders at the back. Pale features were covered in a sheer outfit that looked like it didn't cover much of her even in life - leaving her belly, legs, and arms half-exposed behind a veil of lace. She was dressed like a grim occultist of old, the sort of ancient arcanist that Lysithea had read about in her books, and when she offered the girl a smile it was with only the faintest of tugs at the corners of her lips and absolutely dripping with grim intent.

"Hello, little girl," the mysterious woman spoke in that mysterious, husky tone of hers, and gently allowed her tongue to pass across those expressionless lips. "You've been reading a lot about Dark Magic lately, haven't you? I bet you'd love to learn a thing or two about curses."

That was almost two full weeks ago. The mysterious woman had vanished from Lysithea's room that night mere split-seconds after she spoke of curses, and even though the young mage hadn't seen her again, things had been…strange ever since. The poor thing's paranoia about spooks and specters was naturally higher than ever, and even during the middle of bright and sunny days she did everything she could to always be in the presence of one of her classmates. Frightened and unsettled, Lysithea found herself fidgeting through her days and staring at the ceiling through her nights, always afraid that the mystery woman would make a new appearance and steal her away to the ghost world, if such a thing really existed.

And in truth, her fears weren't totally unfounded. Ever since that wicked mystery woman appeared, the brilliant student had been feeling…strange, in a way above and beyond her justifiable newfound fear. Every now and again throughout her day, she could feel things that had never slipped into her mind before. The brief whisper of breath against the back of her ear. The sensation of fingers passing through her silky, silver hair. The pressure of fingers tugging at the pleats of her school uniform's skirt. Each bit of contact was as swift as a passing thought, the sort of thing that Lysithea could only barely notice before it was there and gone again, and certainly nothing that she could hope to focus on and decipher. Still, there were times during class while she listened to Professor Haneman or Professor Byleth give their lessons that it felt like she wasn't entirely alone in her seat, and it was enough for more than a few awkward moments.

And yet…that wasn't all. Beyond the flickering thoughts of caresses, beyond the gentle breaths of air and the creeping feeling that she was being watched, Lysithiea had been finding gifts. At first, she thought it was just pure luck that she found a perfectly-wrapped peppermint candy waiting for her on her desk when she got to class. When she found a butterscotch in her pocket, her mind pondered that it was the doing of a stealthy student that had a crush on her. But when she started to find candies on her pillow when she got home at night? When she woke up early in the morning to find a chocolate covered cherry resting on her lips just waiting to be gobbled up?! Whoever this ghost was, she wasn't just watching her…she was supplying her with sweets.

Sweets that Lysithea ate, of course. She was scared, but that didn't mean she didn't like candy.

It went on like that for weeks, with the faint contact and the tiny gifts growing more and more frequent. Wind seemed to blow up her skirt more regularly when she walked through the courtyard of Garreg Mach, and the moans that haunted her throughout the night were offered not in the usual voices but that of the husky-toned woman that stood at the foot of her bed that night. Constant, everpresent, ominous…and much like the candies that were never too far from reach, meant entirely for her. With that in mind, Lysithea wasn't all that surprised when the woman made another appearance on the one month anniversary of her first. Scared, yes, but not surprised.

It was late in the evening, and the student had just closed her book for the night and put it on her endstand. In the time it took for her to blow out her reading candle and turn back again the woman was suddenly there - standing with her arms folded just underneath her ample bust, her eyes dark and seductive, her smile subtle but nonetheless almost impossibly smug. Her translucent tint had faded, and she seemed downright material as she stood there, staring at Lysithea with a focused intent in her eyes.

Fear tickled across the silver-haired girl's body, and yet she did her best to remain resolute. Ghosts were spooky and scary, but if this one wanted to hurt her, it could've clearly done so by now! Lysithea was smarter more than she was a scaredy cat, and it was with a sharp gaze and an even sharper tongue that she swallowed her fear, stared at the woman at the foot of her bed, and pointed a trembling finger squarely at her nose.

"You!" She blurted out in a bratty, demanding, and childish fashion. "You've been the one bullying me all month long, haven't you?!"

The dark-eyed woman at the foot of the bed looked indignant, holding her delicate fingers to her chest and tilting her head in response.

"Bullying?" She inquired, in that smoldering, husking voice of hers. Lysithea felt another shiver of fear as the woman started to draw closer - taking a single step forward through the bed. Like any proper ghost, her form seemed to have no issue passing through material objects when she wanted it to, and she stood with feet on the floor and hips inches above the mattress, plunged through the bed like a dagger through paper. "I shower you with attention, I give you gifts and kisses, I make you blush throughout your classes…and you call that bullying?"

Lysithea's cheeks burned red with a stubborn, ferocious blush, and her lips twisted into a scowl as she stared at the other woman. Unfortunately, she wasn't in much of a defensible position, considering she was wearing nothing but loose-fitting pajamas and only had the sheets for defense. Still, she tried to be brave, balling her tiny hands into fists and letting her sharp voice pierce the eerie silence between them, even going so far as to kick her feet below the blanket.

"Yes, and I don't appreciate it one bit!" Professor Byleth would've been proud at how she stood up for herself that night, no doubt! "If you don't leave me alone, I'll…I'll…I'll put a spell on you!"

"Oh, you already have," the ghostly woman whispered, her voice dropping even lower and leaning into an intense, almost predatory hiss. Her eyes flashed and she allowed her tongue to pass across her lips, a split-second before her image suddenly rushed forward. "That's why I'm here."

Whatever spell it was that Lysithea had supposedly cast, the girl would never really get an answer. Maybe the ghostly woman had been accidentally summoned during a ritual, or maybe she had just made the mistake of reading the wrong book in the wrong place. Or maybe, she didn't speak of the arcane, but rather a more…powerful force. Either way, as her lips closed against Lysithea's and her tongue moved to claim that of the silver-haired student's, the truth remained stunningly, suffocatingly clear.

Tharja liked this one, and she intended to keep her.

It was an ancient name, one lost to occult antiquity, and even if Lysithea knew it, it was unlikely she'd recognize the significance. Even during life, Tharja was a woman that clung to the shadows like they were familiar lovers - something that Lysithea had in common with them from that point on. The arms of the dark mage were wrapped around the student and their lips remained locked, with Tharja's tongue weaving forward to give the silver-haired girl a startling, stunning taste of shadow. With her curvy figure leaning forward and allowing Lysithea to feel her presence as pure and as solid as if she were flesh and blood, it was the most she had manifested in generations - and for good, good reason.

A talent like Lysithea's was one that came around once in a kingdom's age, and that sort of power was to be appreciated…and exploited.

"Mmm, you taste delicious," Tharja finally spoke as they pulled away, though in truth her voice began even before their lips left one another. Already her hands were in motion across Lysithea's body, curling underneath the edges of her pajama top and slowly pulling it upward. Fingers could be felt brushing the girl's belly even though Tharja's hands were fully occupied - the touch of phantasmal spirit digits that were eager to get a glancing caress of her pale, sensitive flesh. As Lysithea's belly slowly came exposed all the way up to the underside of her tiny bust, Tharja continued to loom forward, half-purring and half-growling from the back of her throat with a truly twisted smile stretched ear to ear. "As sweet as any candy I've ever pressed to your lips."

Despite everything, Lysithea was shocked to find out that she…wasn't afraid. Sure, goosebumps rose on her flesh, but there were other reasons for that. Her heart was racing and her head was spinning, but again, the source of those ailments wasn't fear. She bit down on her bottom lip with her tongue still trembling from the leftover contact of Tharja, and her big, expressive eyes stared in a mixture of shock and amazement - gazing at the weary features of a spirit that was as grim as she was glorious. Finally, Lysithea managed to speak through her nervousness, though not before she lifted her arms of her own volition and allowed Tharja to peel her pajama shirt up and over her head.

"What…what are we going to do together?" She asked - worried, but still hopeful. Her arms almost instantly tried to close over her newly-bared breasts, though Tharja would have none of it. The witch's hands were already securing around Lysithea's wrists and pulling them away, maneuvering the girl's hands to instead rest on her shoulders. She handled the girl like a properly patient lover, because if there was one thing that was true of the twisted, curse-addicted fiend of old…it was that she was patient. So long as the reward was worth it, such as the case with the girl that spoke again with a quivering voice and wide, trembling eyes. "Are…are you haunting me? Am I being haunted?"

"If that's what you want to call it, sure," Tharja responded with a smirk, and quickly closed the distance again. This time, the witch's excitement was raw and even more unbridled, and she squeezed herself against the half-bare student with the assistance of all the shadows at her command. Lysithea's body bucked as she could feel fingers from all angles work against her - prying at her pajama bottoms, nuzzling her flesh, combing through her hair, teasing down her spine. It all came as Tharja pressed another eager kiss to the girl's mouth and allowed her tongue to weave deep inside - going so far as to circle her pink muscle around the silver-haired girl's again…and again…and again. It was quite a tongue the cursed witch wielded!

Lysithea, despite her fear of ghosts and her general stubbornness, simply gave in to it all. If she was truly being haunted, then this was an infestation of the supernatural that she could enjoy. Whether it was Tharja's dark magic at play or simply the subconscious horny energy of a girl surrounded by fuck-hungry students while she herself was too oblivious to realize what was going on, her tender body responded to the wicked attention with nothing short of enthusiasm. She was wet by the time Tharja's shadow hands pulled her pajamas completely from her figure, and the nipples of those tiny breasts were obscenely sensitive as they were licked by darkness and pinched by the firm grip of phantasmal fingers. Tharja herself still stood half-incorporeal through the bed, though when one of her legs began to lift, she further materialized. She knelt up onto the mattress by the time she was finished, and once she was there Lysithea quickly realized something new about her ghostly lover - specifically, that there was something bobbing between the witch's thighs that she hadn't at all expected.

"W…what…what's tha--"

"Shh," Tharja cooed, just as Lysithea gazed down at the witch's cursed, immense unit. "No questions. Certainly no prayers. Just moans and whimpers for your new teacher, girl."

And Lysithea - still befuddled by arousal, by magic, by the sugar rush of the candy she ate before bed - shivered as she leaned back, ready to be claimed by the darkness in the most decadently delightful way possible.

Tharja might have been a sinister spirit that weaved her way into a student's bedroom and threw herself at her with wicked intent, but she wasn't selfish. In fact, she would downright spoil Lysithea in return for her loyalty and the ease with which she laid back and permitted use of her slender figure. The shadow fingers that licked at the girl's body continued throughout the entire evening, fawning attention over the girl that had never been paid to her before. In the past, Lysithea was praised for her talents and her unique magical nature. For her Crest and for her standing in her house. But now? Now she had the benefit of a much older woman worshiping her with attention, specifically for her body. And what a generous helping of attention it was.

"Mmm…" Tharja's member still hung over Lysithea's body as the witch leaned forward, moving her lips up and down the girl's throat. Her hands had been busy touching and caressing everything that the darkness wasn't - whether it was gently pawing at the girl's tiny breasts or working teasing fingers along her belly. She'd already taken the liberty of spreading Lysithea's thighs and ensuring she had a place to kneel between them, with her member and its glistening unit dangling a few inches above the girl's belly. If Lysithea was nervous about how it would feel to take it inside, Tharja seemed determined to assuage those concerns, using fawning adoration and her smoldering, intoxicating voice to do it. "You're the finest I've seen in centuries. Beautiful. Delicate. Infatuating." As she gazed up split-seconds after teasing her tongue between the spot where Lysithea's cleavage was - if she was big enough to have any, that is - Tharja's eyes flashed again with a renewed heat. "Invite me inside, girl. Beg your teacher to…occupy you."

"Y-Yes, please! Please take me!" The words poured from Lysithea's mouth before the girl even realized what she was saying, so confounded she was by all the attention. She clung to Tharja's shoulders with fingers spread and palms pressed tight, her thighs spreading to accommodate the older woman further. Her head was swimming and it was with half-lidded eyes that she regarded the mysterious figure, seeking solace in Tharja's gaze as the witch smiled and advanced. "I…I invite you in! Haunt me! Do whatever you want to me!"

It was all Tharja needed to hear. The woman's mysterious look of excitement stretched all the further as she finally bucked forward, ushering her unit first to the girl's entrance and then slowly, sweetly inside. She was every bit the patient lover as she had already proven herself to be, working the inches of her impressive unit inside of Lysithea with a slow and even methodical pace. Bit by bit she worked within, her member stretching the entrance of the girl while those ethereal shadow fingers continued to caress, and by the time she was half-stuffed in her student Tharja finally leaned down to close their lips together again. A new kiss was formed, complete with the twisting curl of Tharja's unnaturally long tongue around Lysithea's, and there their lips remained locked as the last final few inches made their way inside.

Though she was sporting a girthy unit and Lysithea was hardly the largest of girls, the teacher took her student without the slightest bit of discomfort. The magical aura to the night's festivities and Tharja's own patient approach assured as much, and kept Lysithea basked in pleasure throughout. Before long the silver-haired girl was squirming back and forth on the mattress, lifting her thighs to wrap them around the hips of the much older woman, hooking her feet behind the small of Tharja's back and clinging to her for dear life. All of it happened as the witch continued to slowly rut back and forth, shifting to the point that her tip nearly popped free of her new lover's slit, only to glide back inside all the way to the hilt. Through it all the kiss maintained - passionate, intense, doting - and as she was not restrained by the physical world or even by the rules of the afterlife, Tharja's voice continued to flow with the same adoring tone.

"Such an excellent student you'll be…such a good lover I'll turn you into…" The words resonated deep in Lysithea's mind, making the girl convulse and shiver from more than just the physical delight. She was a brat, a mischievous little gremlin, a scaredy cat, but she was also a teacher's pet. And while Professor Byleth had never quite spoiled her for the praise she so rightfully deserved, it seemed like Tharja wasn't going to make the same mistake! Lysithea's entrance squeezed around Tharja's unit as her studious nature was praised, and even whimpered into the growing kiss as those shadowy whispers continued to tickle. "I'll teach you almost everything I know. I'll make you into exactly what I want. And you'll thank me for the opportunity, won't you? You'll love me for my service, yes?"

Her tongue left Lysithea's mouth so the girl could answer, but not conventionally. Instead of pulling back into her maw, Tharja simply allowed that part of her to turn ethereal again, and she simply ghosted from Lysithea's mouth in time for the girl's immediate, moaning confession to be heard.

"Y-Yes, yes, teacher! Professor! Lover!" Lysithea's mind kept spinning, just as her fingers dug against the sheer fabric that held the ghost's shoulders. Tharja's dark majesty overwhelmed her like a heavy blanket, keeping her pinned and pleasured with every steady, slow thrust. Her toes curled and she buried herself underneath the darkness, just as that glorious unit squeezed all the more nectar from her young valley. "Thank you! Thank you for picking me! I…I mean, obviously you'd pick me because I'm the smartest and best one, but…but still! Thank you!"

Tharja just chuckled at the hint of ego, and returned the appreciative kiss by ghosting right back into the girl's mouth. That level of conceit was useful for a wielder of the dark arts, and this one…this one would be perfect for the dark plans of the grim witch of Ylisse.

From there, the teacher and master fell into a growing rhythm, with the elder of the two rushing faster and faster, clapping her spectral form against Lysithea's tender body. That spectral unit probed deep, wringing the juice from Lysithea's folds, dampening the sheets and making her squirm around on them. For their first session together, Tharja maintained that point kneeling before the prone girl, holding thighs to her hips and holding the kiss, making sure that Lysithea never ventured far from her. There'd be plenty of opportunity to explore new positions and new levels of depravity with the girl in the future, but now? Now was the time for corruption, for infatuation, for manifesting her name in the same breath as the word pleasure in Lysithea's impressionable mind. To that end, Tharja's efforts redoubled as she sensed the girl was near her peak. As Lysithea's toes curled and she broke the kiss, only to bury her face into Tharja's throat and hang out for dear life. Nails dug in against the ghost's arms and the desperate, gasping whimpers of Lysithea's breath beat against the phantom image of the silky, see-through fabric that Tharja wore in life - sending shockwaves of loyal pleasure and ensuring the witch was nearing the next step of her plan.

In the split-seconds before orgasm overtook Lysithea for the first time, Tharja assaulted her with attention. Spectral touches. A twitching of her girthy unit. Kisses at the top of her head. Shadows danced across the girl's pale body like moonlight over an evening lake, and of the onslaught of whispers that battered against Lysithea's consciousness, all of them were designed to forge their bond even deeper. Praise. Adoration. Promises of power, of knowledge, of candy, of love. All of the things that had been denied her up until now - up until the moment the shadows came to claim their wayward daughter, up until the time that Tharja rose from the past to stake her claim in her most likely successor.

Poor Lysithea didn't have a chance. The girl cried out into the air much in the same way students regularly did within the halls of Garreg Mach, and she did it without a living partner. Orgasm rocked through her with volatile, unavoidable ferocity, making her buck against the bed so wildly that it ached and creaked below her solitary weight. Sweat lined her figure and she actively spasmed in the heat of the moment, doing so with such flailing delight that she didn't even notice the newfound warmth surging inside of her until it was too late. She was still riding her climax by the time she realized something was filling her, and she suddenly looked up with wide, open eyes - only to find Tharja's smug expression gazing back.

"W-What?! Are you--inside of m--"

"Shh, sweet student," Tharja cooed, and pressed a loving kiss to the forehead of her new, unlikely apprentice. "You didn't think I'd fill you with only knowledge, did you?"

For as intense and prolonged as Lysithea's climax was, Tharja's easily seemed to match it. The girl could feel that spectral member pulse inside of her with every new jet of spunk, a warm, flowing white that rushed within and saturated her tender, fertile body. The more she unleashed, the more Lysithea trembled from more sources than she could count - the surprise over the liberty that Tharja was taking, the worry over what this madness meant, the impending dread of the shadows that still hadn't released her. And yet…despite all those legitimate and even sensible worries, there was something else. Something even more potent. Something that gave her the strength to reach her hands upward, pin them behind Tharja's head, and pull her teacher down to kiss once more.

She was afraid, yes, but…she was thrilled. In a way Lysithea had never, ever been before.

By the time they were finished, Tharja was still looming over Lysithea, her member still stuffed inside of the young woman as lines of cream escaped the seam of shaft and slit. The hands of the mysterious woman still worshiped the slender body of her lover, though the tendrils of enigmatic darkness no longer tickled her. For the time being, at least, it seemed that Tharja was content with lowering herself and pressing one more kiss against Lysithea's cheek, though she allowed her face to linger close, her nose brushing up and down across the girl's cheekbone and her voice a throaty, hoarse whisper. A promise that would sink deep inside of Lysithea's heart and mind, and chill her even though the creampie flooding her nethers was so very, very warm.

"Rest now, my student," Tharja cooed, in a voice as menacingly sinister as it was nurturing and sweet. "We have class tomorrow."

Tomorrow, and beyond. For the next few weeks, Lysithea went about her day to day at Garreg Mach, complete with the presence of Tharja nearby. The tickles across her flesh during the day - the tugs at her uniform's skirt, the fingers creeping over her smooth, pale thighs, the brief kisses on the back of her throat - they didn't just continue during that time, they actively enhanced. It wasn't long before the girl was shivering and blushing in the back corner of her classes, fidgeting and squeezing her thighs together, and even quietly whispering, begging for Tharja to stop. How many orgasms had she been forced into in public while one of her teachers rambled on? How many times had the other students witnessed how her calves glistened after a particularly long lecture, thanks to how wet and juicy her mysterious lover had made her throughout the session? How many times had she been staring off into the distance during lunch because she could feel fingers - as clearly as if they were flesh and blood - teasing her nipples through her shirt?

At least her grades weren't suffering. She was far too smart for that, especially now that she had a new tutor.

The days were filled with teasings and whispers, and the nights were filled with lessons in both passion and witchcraft. Curses and coitus in equal measure, depending on whatever Tharja craved at the time. Lysithea was a good student regardless of the teacher, and Tharja was exactly the type of twisted spirit to exploit that - making sure that not all of the lessons the young woman absorbed were entirely appropriate. And through it all, Lysithea fell deeper and deeper into the grasp of her phantasmal teacher, no longer afraid at the notion of being haunted, but actively thirsting for it.

And it all led to this moment now in the midst of night, where Lysithea stood mere inches away from the front door of her favorite teacher. She had just watched with scrutinizing eyes as Professor Manuela and Dorothea left Professor Byleth's quarters, darting off with one another like the sluts in the night they were. It was as good a time as any to catch Byleth unaware, to knock on her door and confront her - and the mysterious power that Tharja had been murmuring about in the darkest, most intense moments of their bliss. With her nose scrunched up and with trembling footsteps, Lysithea stepped up to the door to her professor's quarters, raised her hand, and knocked - the hand of Tharja closed over her own, guiding her with every pounding beat.

"Professor? Professor Byleth?" Lysithea called out, just as she felt a piece of sweet, delicious candy press against her lips and onto her tongue. She secured it, suckled it, and squeezed it against the inside of her cheek - a cheek that could feel the kiss of her dark teacher briefly brushing the outside. So very, very proud Tharja was of her student at that moment. "We need to talk."