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At Garreg Mach, there were three absolutes: Don't ask Dimitri for sparring lessons, let Annette nowhere near the kitchen, and for all that is certain, Bernadetta was likely in her room if you could find her nowhere else. It is the subject of that third absolute that begins our story today.

Bernadetta was currently laying upon her bed in her room, the covers laying across the bed, as she attempted to block any of the world outside of her room out. And Why wouldn’t she?! Everytime she considered leaving the room or found the ability to force her legs to take her outside, it was always another disaster! Casper carrying her some where against her will, no matter how high her wails got. Lindhart making her too scared and nervous to do anything but whimper and fear his sleepyheaded judgment, and don’t get her started on Hubert! The last time she talked to him, she needed to miss Professors’ lecture the next day just to regain some semblance of safety in the world! 

In short, Bernadetta had ample reasons to not want to deal with just about everyone on a given day. Well, all of that and one other reason. One massive, annoying, pulsating, throbbing, and currently giving her the worst case of nightly blue balls reason! For you see, Berndatta had been very blessed at the beginning of her life. Blessed with wild purple hair that tangled and knotted in the morn, blessed with an uncanny ability to dexterous movements with her fingers, making her excellent in archery and broidery, and had been blessed with the best piece of woman breaking fuckmeat this side of Foldan! 

At this moment, later into the night, Bernadetta lay, her clothes discarded in a hazardous sling across her room, the floor a good enough resting place for them right now. She laid on the bed nude, sweat pouring from her forehead, her hands pumping the shaft of her cock in sharp fast strokes. They were uneven and jagged, attempting to cover as much area as possible but finding it difficult on account of the length of her endowment; it was huge enough that both of her hands had to take two seconds to go up and down it! Every time she tugged and ran her hands up and down, she felt how her thumbs would run across a vein, her blood warm and hardening against her skin, feeling like her cock would burst!

The thickness only made it worse, her hand unable to come together to give her opportunity to feel like she was fucking some type of hole, more comparable to trying to hold her own calf instead. The less said about her balls, the better. Yes, the less said about her swinging overstuffed and pulsating testiceles that bounded with her thrust and looked like a pair of small cantaloupes that were in a sling hanging from a stick, ripe and full with sweet nectar for any fuckslut to drain from her, the better! As she pumped desperately into the night, she tried and tried to buck her hips desperately into the air against her hands, her bubble butt bouncing and lifting from the bed with the effort she was putting in.

Come on! Just let me have this! I’ve been backed up for so long, I haven’t been able to get any of it out of me all week. I can feel it sloshing inside of my balls, and I can feel something lodged inside the tip from being in there for so long. It really hurts and makes it impossible to pee, so please, just let me cum already!

If Sothis was hearing her prayer, she was unable to know that she gave her anything but stark indifference, as usual with her wants. As she pulled and gripped her cock with as much force as she could, she found herself running through her usual bank of subjects that could, at least, bring her some comfort. Her thoughts turn to Dorothea first, one of the nicest girls to her in the entire of the monastery, the one who would always coo out a “bernie bear” while giving her the slightest bit of a smile. She always imagined that sweet voice moaning and screaming her name, her plump lips engulfing her cock, perfect little dickholders for her as she emptired every ounce of stomach filling off white ball chowder down her throat. How it would feel to grip her hair and pound that round and perky ass that was in a skirt Bernadetta, on her worst days, believed was just made to send her into a rutting need that she could never fulfill, as if she wasn’t able to see the scandalous red thong that she wore underneath it, wobbling and bisecting her ass and how Bernadetta had to hide every boner she had around her. How she would love to molest and fondle every inch of her.

The next subject was Petra, the exotic beauty had graced the class with her elegance from the lang of Brigid. Bernadetta loved her chocolate skin, how it would glisten and sweat with every swing of her sword, how the uniform of the school would curve around her foreign and wide hips, like a display of her child bearing weight to the world at a ripe age. Bernadetta wished to run her tongue across her body, hear her scream in a foreign language about being conquered by a native of a foreing land, collared and kept an exotic concubine, heavy breasts filled with milk for Bernadetta to suckle from her natural fuck pillows! Her images of her always ended the same: full of cum and Bernadetta resting against her toned tummy, listening to her cum rummaging around inside of her womb, demanding to make an heir!

Why isn’t this working?! That usually gets there! Thinking about fucking Doretha in that pretty ballslurping face of her usually gets me there all the time! Petra bouncing her ass on me, and riding me, would hit the best. Oh, why does this have to happen to me?! I just want to cum and spray it, can’t I have that, at least?!

Desperate time calls for desperate measures, it would seem. If Bernadetta was actually brave, she might’ve imagined Edlegard, but even in her greatest haze, fear of the future Empress kept those images at bay. No, the thing she always could go to, always find some sens of relief in was the silent beauty that came into her life and the world of the monastery less than five months ago: The Ashen Demon, Byleth Eisner.

All of the girls in the monastery, every one, none of the had anything on the boner inducing, cum swelling and orgasm draining body that was Byleth Eisner, simply known by most students as Professor. When one would first lock eyes with her, they would note how her eyes, beautiful and teal, were almost void of much emotion, almost statuesque in appearance. It matched her face, like it was sculptured to be beautiful, with hair matching her eyes, a face that fell into a sharp point, and full lips, all in creamy skin. However, when you past her face and traveled further now her body, your appreciation might turn from the artistic and respectful to the lustful and lecherous. Her bust, though hidden underneath the armor that was casted around her top form, was by far one of the biggest and most plentiful in all of the monastery. While Manuela held the record and was the top night-time jerk off and jilling fantasy in the school, Byleth came so close that it was honestly more of a matter of opinion as do who would you rather have smother you in tit meat till you passed out? However, giving praise for just her top was fully blasphemous and ridiculous, especially with such a bountiful amount of junk she trailed in that shelf of an ass!

Bernadetta could only moan as the image of that impossibly plump, tightly packed, well defined piece of booty ran across her mind. It was a fact that only next to Rhea,if you were an assman or woman, point your eyes towards Professor Byleth and sear the image into your mind. Watching her walk away was as much a privilege as getting to stand in her presence as the well grown assmeat would shake and jiggle with each step away from you! Combined with her natural beauty, Byleth had admirers aplenty, woman, men, or otherwise wished to be taught a very important lesson by the Professor and many were eager to try!

It was the fact that she was top two or three  in both ass and tits that left her as the object of Bernadettas’ fantasy. Bernadetta considered herself more of an ass woman, finding the plump exteriors of women so enchanting, she routinely had to run back to her room just to deal with her personal beast. She felt shame when she did it, dragging this useless, large, grotesque piece of meat and fat with her. Just like dad said, a horrible tool for a horrible girl. 

Realizing that her thoughts shifted to her father, and that all lust ran from her body like roaches from a light, she let her hands drop to the bed, lazing upon the lavender comforter that donned her bedroom. Another fap session ruined, and this time, it felt like some type of judgment from an uncaring world. She felt her eyes stinging her, and despite what many would think, she refused to let the water in her eyes fall. She didn’t deserve to, an irregular girl like her wasn’t permitted to find pleasure like this. It was a desperate little thing that she did, scrubbing and rubbing, hoping to just gain something out of it.

When her dad first found out, he was actually overjoyed. She remembered the stretching of the grin on his face, how that mop of purple hair that matched her bounced as he laughed. 

“Finally, a way for me to actually have some type of component heir! Girl like you wouldn’t attract bees to flowers, but that thing would be out the slut in just about any woman! By Sothis, it’s as thick as my arm, isn’t it? I know, how about we get your mothers’ opinion?” 

That was the first and last time Bernadetta willingly showed that thing to anyone. When she remembers that afternoon, her skin wants to jump off of her and she could feel her stomach clench and attempt to shrink. That may have been the only day Mother ever actually told dad off and actually helped with dealing with him. Bernadetta was grateful for that at least.

It was with those sad thoughts that she lifted herself from the bed, her pillows and blanket sticking to her nude back as she attempted to rise. Deciding that it would simply be best to dress herself in her nightgown and find a way to sleep without draining her massive buster of a dick, she fumbled her way through the dark, finding her drawers and quickly obtaining the clothing. The pale lavender garment donned her frame, and clung to her, except for at her groin, which her cock was still refusing to fully shrink to manageable and was causing a tent to extend from her abdomen.

She looked at it, her eyes unmoving and not surprised. A heavy sigh, wobbling its way out of her mouth, and she took to the task of trying to push such a fantastic piece of breeder meat to at least be able to tuck it like she usually did. 

"Come on, you stupid thing! You aren't getting to let it out tonight, so just get down!" Bernadetta squealed, both hands attempting to push her cock down. Oh, why did she have to deal with this?! Why couldn't she just have regular girl parts? As she felt the tears returning and rushing, her body went rigid.

For there was a knock at the door.

Bernadetta felt the blood in her veins freeze, her body tightening every muscle as she turned slowly to the room door. Maybe if she stayed still, whoever it was would leave. Yeah, good idea, Bernie! Like a statue, she tried to not even breathe, the only movement was her cock, which still hadn't fallen from its pole position. She could deal with that later, she just needed to convince the person on the other side to-

"Bernadetta, are you fine in there?" 

Oh, oh no. Oh, no, by all that good and blessed by Sothis, no! How was she the one that was coming to check up on her?! Considering that she was just trying to crank one of her more explosive nut launches to her, it was like divine punishment that she would be trying to come in at this hour.As such, Bernadetta felt like trying to stay silence would be the worst option so talking and convincing would be a better opinion.

….She was doomed.

"P-Professor! What are you doing here, and right in the middle of the night?!" It was an honest question, she didn't exactly have any reason that the Professor would want to come and figure things out.

"Your neighbors have been saying there have been grunts and groans coming from in there at night, and Seteh requested that I look into it." Why?! Why was she being called out for that? Couldn't they just expect that she was maybe getting laid and just noisy?...Okay, it was a weak defense but still! The professor's stone-like voice blared through the door once again. "Is someone other than you in there?"

"No!" screeched Bernadetta, desperate to keep her secret alive for another night. but at that moment, her professor took that as a clear sign that Bernadetta was fibbing and that the proper answer to this was to promptly check in on her most vulnerable student. Byleth may not seem it, but she had a bit of a heart and didn’t fancy letting other people who were suffering stand and suffer in silence. As such, she backed her way from the door, raising her voice a tad above the usual calm tone that rode from her lips.

“Bernadetta, I’m going to come in and make sure everything is alright. If you don’t open the door to let me, I will kick it down.” Ingrid was able to do it herself, and not to boast, but Byleth believed herself a much stronger person than Ingrid. When only the light of the moon and crickets answered her, she began to count. “One….Two…”

Click. 

The sound came right on the sound of the three leaving Byleth’s mouth. Upon hearing, Byleth took strides into the room, allowing herself to examine it. Shelf was intact, window was intact, Bernadetta was standing behind a chair that covered the entirety of her lower body. All seemed to be in order here till Byleth let her nose go to work.

“By all that is natural, what is that smell?!” Sothis wailed inside of Byleth’s mind. The little goddess floated above her head, drifting over to the corner to the right of Byleth, her hands flung to her nose in protest, though it was a mock gesture. Her sense being tied to Byleth, what Byleth felt, tasted, heard, and most importantly, smelt in this case, was going directly to her in equal measure. “It’s rancid and overpowering. It smells like the inside of a breeding hud for the horses! What was that girl doing in here, all this time?!” 

While Byleth did not or rather could not let the smells’ effect on her run past her face, it made no less of an effect on her body. The smell was wafting, heavy and humid with the heat it pressed upon them: it was pungent in the way Byleth and Sothis could almost taste the salt from it. By the time that Byleth let herself come to the conclusion that it was the smell of pure, unadulterated, and encompassing them, whatever it was pulsating through the room, she was beginning to be affected. 

If you looked at her, there wouldn't be much difference to see, much like Bernadetta, who merely stood uncomfortable, one arm gripping the other to keep herself calm. However, friends and the only family she had, her father, would’ve made note of several things: The twinge that she got in her eyebrows and how they were slightly narrowing, how her lips pushed together, her teeth biting into her lower one just slightly.

However, Sothis knew better as she was experiencing the rather unusual effects as well. Her stomach and head were filling with heat at this moment, causing Sothis to feel restless and uneasy with herself. As she engulfed more and more of the smell, it stank to high heaven! Yet, she wanted more, the musk and reek of it, compiling her, calling to her in a way she had no words for. Her body did have the reaction, as her legs shifted, rubbing together and trying to quell the sensitivity that was growing between them. “What is that smell? It feels like my mind is going mad trying to find it out.” She inhaled deeply, her earlier dislike ot it fading. “ S-sniff, sniff, sniff, it’s so grotesque, sniff, so pungent, sniff, s-so, so powerful!” 

Bernadetta watched her teacher with bated breath and wandering eyes as she attempted to be as small as possible in the back of the room. Her shoulders hunched and her head drew into them, trying to hide her eyes behind her hair. Please, just leave. Go back to your room and we can just-

SNIFFFFF!

Bernadetta felt her mind shudder to a stop as she watched her professor, Professor Byleth, The Ashen Demon, the subjects of horror stories and glorious songs alike, take her recently discarded clothes from the day (namely, to her horror, her skirt and tights) and held them to her face and inhaled the biggest whiff of them into her nose. Bernadetta watched as Byleth took in the musk and stank of Bernadetta’s sweat that dripped from her orange size semen carriers and would stick in her clothing for days at a time. Byleth rubbed her face in them, wanting the smell to permeate throughout her entire five sense and clog them with this blissful and overpowering fragrance!  Bernadetra went slack jawed at the sight, her mind ablazing, and most importantly, her cock returning back in the presence of such a slutty action!

Stop! That's got all of my sweat and the smell of my disgusting semen filled testicles on it! Yet you're smelling it like it was the most wonderful flowers in the garden! There's no reason for you to be smelling that, like some cum obsessed back alley whore! Professor, please stop it! 

Byleth ignored her horrified squeak that exited her mouth, engulfing her entire being in the sense of being smothered by this wonderful scent! While her eyes did stay still and their usual vacant selfsame,  her lips curved up enough that a smile, gentle and content, rose. To others, it was a picture of serene beauty. Inside, Byleth felt her body screaming in slutty and needy delight! This scent was incredible, feeling as though her womb was already doling itself up to accept whatever stud was able to produce this scent as its new king!

Sothis was having no less of a rough time as Byleth, though her declaration of such a thing was a tad bit more…vocal.

"By me, t-this can't be the scent of your shy little one, this can’t be from her. T-This is the smell of a rutting beast! A sex addled pervert who can only think of women as their next fuck and take their poor bodies as fresh meat to plow and seed new life!A degenerate who even little goddesses who sink to their knees for, and granted them passages to paradise for just one taste of them!” Sothis’ hand traveled down her body, snaking and teasing its way down her lithe body before reaching down at her mound, cupping it through her robes. 

"How foul! To think that we’ve had such a degenerate in our grasp, that there would be someone that would defile the sanctity and purity of every maiden in this school and turn them into semen chugging bimobs. Seeing all and every woman as a pussy that needs to be wrapped around their cock. But I know this can’t be from Bernadetta, innocent little Bernadetta. The source must be close, perhaps Bernadetta has partaken of their nectar!” For Sothis couldn’t believe that sweet little Bernadetta, the mouse of Garreg Mach, would be such a ravish hungry beast and devour every woman that stood before her. No, Bernadetta wouldn’t clap and slap the asses of women like a bull in a heat, this smell, this musk of a raging breeder couldn’t be from her! 

Still, Byleth sniffed the clothes, wafting up into her nostrils and snuggling against her brain. Then it happened. The smell came about from elsewhere in the room and Byleth allowed the years of scavenging and hunting, of surviving on the land, sleeping under the stars, to find the source of this wonderful smell. She sniffed the air, nostrils flaring hard and walking towards the source..only to stop right in front of the chair in front of Bernadetta. 

They locked eyes for a moment, and Bernadetta watched her teacher let loose a grin, a ghost of a smile really, place itself upon her lips. Bernadetta wasn’t sure how, but she knew that smile wasn’t simply an easy and kind smile. No, that was a cat with cream, a mouse with cheese, an awakened slut in front of her new favorite fuck! Bernadetta felt herself shiver and almost backed into the other dresser when Byleth spoke.

“Bernadetta, could you…move this chair, please?💞” There was barely any lust or desire in her voice, the stone and cool tone still there, but for Byleth, it was like she was desperately pleading to Bernadetta. She was already buzzed on the feeling of being this close to such unbridled lust, and now she wanted to get drunk from the source of it! Her lips were still barely being bit, and her eyes only lit up slightly, but she hoped Bernadetta got the signals. Sothis might be denying it, but she knew what she could do to pull that beast out of Bernadetta, she just needed confirmation first. 

For her part, Bernadetta felt her blood crawl to the point that she felt it slug in her arm, as her hands gripped the back of the chair. She couldn't do that, reveal her shame, her backed up swelling cock, and be deemed a freak and horrible girl?! Never!

"M-Maybe I should just go to bed. Yeah, you go ahead and leave and I'll get to bed, okay?" Bernadetta steadied herself throughout the sentence, but found it hard when Byleth walked towards her. "Y-you know, j-j-just talk about this tomorrow?", pleaded the small big dicked girl, dragging the chair in a circle as she attempted to prevent Byleth from coming around. 

If I can just get my back to the door, I might be able to just run away and stop her from ..were the thoughts Bernadetta had before Byleth moved with that legendary speed. She only knew the chair was gone when she felt the air swooning in front of her. Her head tilted down towards her crotch and saw that nothing stood between her and her teacher. 

Byleth and Sothis felt their worlds shatter into pieces as they beheld Bernadetta and that massive bitchbreaker! Her nightgown was pitching a massive tent, like nothing Byleth had ever seen before!And the smell! The smell that had been assaulting Byleths' and Sothis' poor minds and pussies, since they entered the room, was in high gear now, leading to a panting and face flushed Sothis. 

"H-how, how has she been hiding such a thing from all of us?! Such a lewd and angry thing, casted upon such a sweet little girl! How often does she imagine taking every woman and brutally stuffing their poor pussies with her seed?! Those poor girls, not knowing that just a few feet from them is a rutting and lustful devil ready to cast its most wanton spells on them, turning them into craven whore desperate to pleasure and present their wombs to such a monster?!" While Sothis spoke, her exterior of sassy confidence broken, her hands dived into her pussy, stroking the plump lips of her vulva and teasing herself, her juices running down her legs and collecting in a spot beneath her. Byleth was glad for the fact she only she could hear her right now, or else everyone would know how much of a slut she and Sothis were becoming for Bernadetta! 

Still, Byleth didn't speak in such hard tones, but did speak with her actions. She stepped to the girl, only taking mild notice of her arms wrapped around her body and her attempt to ball in on herself as she stood.

"Please, just leave, professor! Please just pretend like you never saw this." Her cries reached a shrill that rang even in her ears. "Just go away. I don't need you to think of me as a monstaaaaa?!" 

Byleth struck quickly, her arms shooting out, gripping and flipping up the skirt of Bernadettas' nightgown, allowing her cock to finally bob free, standing at thick attention, ready to complete the mission of breeding! Bernadetta would've been dumbfounded by just that, but the Professor decided that she could not stop at just a look. 

It was then, naturally, the best course for her to drop into the most slutty and lewd stripper squat that she possibly could, her face directly in front of Bernadettas' fuckpole! Her shorts dug into the toned flesh of her inner thighs, bisecting her pillow soft and shivering asscheeks as she brought her hands up to this mammoth beast. Her hands, sculptured and worn by the wages of war, stroked and patted the foot of mercenary breaking femcock and how she had no problems giving the head a gentle and almost shy rub. 

“Bernadetta, why would you say such things about your…endowment♥️? This..wonderful thing is apart of you as much as your hands, your eyes, everything.” She put on her teacher voice, examining and comforting, which was contrasting with how her hands were moving, stroking and grasping at every inch of her marvelous piece of meat! Her hands rubbed against the head, letting Bernadetta groans and grunts of attempting to hold the pleasure inside of her stretch out into the room. She traced it with a finger from head to shaft to balls, giving them a firm grasp and massaging them, before bringing the fingers to her mouth, and staring Bernadetta in the eyes as she took them into her mouth and suckled, slurping the taste of Bernadetta off of them.

Bernadetta felt herself snapping at the seams. How was she supposed to resist the subject of her best fap sessions?! From where Byleth laid, Bernadetta had the best view in the house: an ability to simultaneously see her face, serene, pure, and currently having a very intimate time with Bernadettas’ cock as she began to let it feel her face, a cylinder and massive shadow casting on Byleth’s features, her lips coming to it in butterfly kisses that teases and caused Brnadettas’ testicles to rumble with unreleased frustrations. At the same time, she was teased by the ability to see her ass wiggling back and forth from the top, the cheeks big enough that they were like a shelf attached to her hips!

Sothis was floating right beside the two of them, engulfing the smell deeply in her body and feeling the heat radiate from her newest object of worship! She was sure that if she had her way, there would be no way that this would not be the newest symbol of the church: a symbol of what all women and beings must devote themselves to! After all, what better way to give glory to Sothis than allowing for new life to spring from the wet and waiting lips of little church sluts after receiving the blessing of Bernadettas’ cum?!💕

As such, Sothis was already devising a plan to bring the soon to be object of devotion for every nun, women, and especially them! However, right now, she had to play her cards cool. And by cool, she meant kick the sluttiness up by another notch!

"You know, Byelth, it would unbecoming of you as a teacher to leave your student like this.💕 I mean, look at the poor girl, swollen with a need for a loving hand, open ears, and a pair of bona fide cock swallowers wrapped around the length of that thing. Plus, think of your other students and what would become of them if we didn't do something! Poor Dorothea, forced down to the ground and pounded in her deepest places due to a tease too far, Petra turned into a little foreign concubine, her only mission in her new life to being Bernadetta pleasure, Edlegard forced to abscond her throne after discovering a life of being stuffed by Bernadetta❤️💞?! No, we must make a sacrifice!" 

As she spoke, Byleths' hands began to stroke in long and hard strokes up and down Bernadettas' cock, gaining a coo and grunt from the girl. Sothis came beside her, leaving a trail of wet goddess behind her as she let herself become close enough to observe this fine piece of female gigameat! Her lips crooked into a small smile as she watched Bernadetta squirm, her hands clutching to the point that her veins began to protund from them.

“Yes, a sacrifice! It is terrible, but we must offer our own virtue up to such a raging beast! Yes, we must appease the raging lust that is soaring and pulsating like fire in her. Even i-if we are reduced to n-nothing more than brainless ball slurp whores! Even if she brutally fucks us every day from here to the end of time~! EVEN IF WE ARE FORCED TO ABOANDON ALL WE KNOW AND CAN GO LIVE WITH HER AS A NEWLY MINTED FUCK-WIFE THAT SHE TAKES BACK WITH HER TO HER HOME~! We must protect the other women in this monastery by offering ourselves as a substitute for her urges!” Sothis eyes were like green pinpricks, shrunken and needy, but were also surrounded quickl;y by the newly minted hearts that danced in them. Byleths’ eyes were somewhat copies of her, a heart splayed in them as she looked up at Bernadetta. With quickness that still shocked the still unaware now mistress of two, Byleth quickly grabbed the hoodie that Bernadetta would often wear, her reach still steady but with notably wobble, impatience seeping through her very action. She tossed it to Bernadetta, and with a clear voice, spoke. 

“Put it on, and follow me.” 

Bernadetta had all of about three seconds to comprehend that before Byleth took her by the waist and quickly left from her room, dragging her the whole way. Bernadetta was in such a state, that she didn’t even remember to drag her feet or try to stop her. She merely followed the sight of Byleths’ fine asscheeks wobble in her shorts in front of her, the gait in the professors’ walk almost sultry, as if she wanted Bernadetta to gawk and fuck her with her eyes! If she was not so stunned, she might’ve noticed the trail that Byleth was leaving behind her, droplets of eager pussy juices lining the steps as they walked up them, but if she knew, she did not say. 

It was only when she got to the room that the Professor was assigned that she was given any more answers. It was an answer given in Byleth diving her tongue into Brnadettas’ mouth and pushing her  against Bernadetta at the door, allowing it to blow inwards and them to stumble in, Bernadetta relying only on the Professors’ strength to keep her from slipping back in. As Byleth attempted to fuck Bernadettas’ mouth with her tongue, her foot kicked the door close, leaving them, for at least the night, alone.

Bernadetta, despite getting the chance to smack face with the subject of several of her wet dreams up to that point, was three things: frustrated, hrony, and in desperate relief for this damn cock that hadn’t stopped being hard for the last 45 minutes! Combine that with being given an expertly done teasing performance of a handjob, forced to observe the Professor deliberately be teasing at this point, and the images she had been trying to summon just before Byleth entered her room?!

Yeah, Bernadetta needed to nut. No, fuck that, Bernadetta needed to fucking BREED!

Byleth was simply contending herself to examining the insides of Bernadettas’ mouth when she felt hands shot up to the back of her head and pushed her inward. The height difference was pronounced as Byleth had to bend at the waist, but she could barely find it herself to care! Never had she seen Bernadetta take any such forceful actions. Her eyes, still blazing with hearts, liddled slightly with submissive delight.

Sothis couldn’t only squeal in faux-horror as suddenly Bernadetta forced her hands to travel Byleths’ back and then to her shoulders, forcing her upright as she laid her head in her chest, meeting the metal plating of her armor, her voice, small and muffled contained against it.

“Stupid covering..teasing me with your tits! Just flaunting around in something that is so pronounced, jiggling them like you want the entire academy to have a feel! Well, I want one, so give it to me!” She squeaked in demand, but her strength, at that moment, was that of a horny full charged bernie bear, ready to finally mate! Her hands came to the armor, and with one firm swipe, pulled it from Byleths’ chest, allowing her sweet full mountain of tit flesh fall out into the open!

Bernadettas’ eyes burned the image into her mind as she sunk her mouth onto the tit meat, sucking right at the areola of one and using her free hand to molest and maul the other. Byleth let a sharp hiss escape her mouth, as she arched her back a little, her body wanting the newly awakened she-stud to take more of her body for herself! Evidently, Bernadetta agreed, as while her head rest and licked every corner of the valley of tits that she laid in, her other hand snuck once and began to give an equally lustful examination to the round lewd cheeks that she called an ass and groped it with ruthless abandon.

Sothis squealed, her body wiggling and twisting in the air as Bernadetta continued her one woman assault on the fortress that was Byleth. Sothis could feel it, they had awakened a beast that no one would have any chance to control! Oh, how dreadful, knowing that before the night was out, they would have their bodies submitting to this raging monster cock and that they had barely put any defense against it, like their bodies were simply slutty little girls waiting for the right stud to come along and finally push them on their face and take what was theirs’! Still, Sothis had to inspire Byleth to fight at least a little bit.

“Byleth, you have to fight it💕! You can’t just let Bernadetta turn you into her personal mercenary fuck toy! No matter how good this dick may smell, let alone feels, how overwhelming her lust is for you, even when she’s smiling and molesting every part of you for her own entertainment, just like the brute we knew, I mean, we thought she might be~!” As sothis spoke, her toes curled as she desperately assaulted her own pussy, juices and lust trailing her legs the entire time, overwhelmed with the sight of her companion being assaulted and taken by her own student!

By now, Byleth had more than accepted that she wouldn't end the night clothed or able to live without this dick, but habits were something it was hard to break and The Ashen Demon didn’t plan on letting herself become a jizz bucket without at least a little fight. As such, she broke Bernadettas' lips from her neck, the shade of her skin darkening from where Bernadettas' lips had struck. She had to try to pull away when Bernadetta thrust her lips forward, reigniting the assault a few times, as Byleth tried to speak. Bernadetta growled as she realized Byleth was trying to let something out of her mouth so she relented, her face screwed into an inpatient scowl and a cute pout all at once.

Byleth held a calm smile, contrasting with the red of her cheeks and how her lips, full and slightly parted, rounded into the closest thing to a shy smile that she could muster. With all the energy of a seasoned war veteran, she forced the shaky words to leave her mouth. 

"B-Bernadetta, I hope you understand that this is merely me helping you control your urges." Byleth spoke in barely a whisper, a whimper for her. "They'll get in the way of your training. Therefore, it's only appropriate that-"

SMACKKKK!!!

Byleth felt her legs go bowlegged and her body lean on Bernadetta, the smaller girl like a beacon at sea for her. Sothis let out a loud squeal, the sound of her juices launching from her pussy splattering the floors beside Byleth and her new lover. As for why, it was because Bernadetta decided that she had enough of this pretending, this game that Byleth wanted to play! She decided that the best course of action was to bring both of her hands down on the round, perky, and taut globs of assmeat that Byleth carried around, smacking them with a clear air of ownership and possession! 

"How dare you?!" Bernadetta uttered, her grip on Byleths' ass increased, groping and kneading it in her hands. "You pounce around in what you call armor, pretending like no one would care or notice you?! Do you know how many people see they could have you, watch your perfect bubbly ass bounce on their cocks?!" By now, Berndatta tore at the cloth of leather that was Byleths' shorts, wanting them off as quickly as possible! "You don't get to play that innocent, coy oblivious slut thing with me, Professor! I-I'm taking you and that's final!" 

With that, Bernadetta took her greatest leap yet to becoming the raging shestud she could be: tearing the shorts of Byleth with her bare hands, she only took a moment to examine what Byleth was wearing underneath: of course, she was wearing the tantalizing stockings that showed her smooth and soft tights, but more importantly, underneath them she wore a dark black thong that bisected the middle of her ass. Adding to the already stunning imagery that had sent Bernadetta into a rampage, she quickly spun her, tearing at the jacket acting as a cape on her back, discarding it quickly, her ass presenting to her and delivering a resounding Smack to her ample cheeks! Byleth let out the closest thing to a squeal that her body could, a higher pitch of air leaving her mouth as a swelling  “Uaaah!” as the furious hands of Bernadetta came down upon her backside again and again, the soft and malleable flesh of Byleth shaking against her admissions for Byleths’ behavior! 

By now, Byleth felt a familiar emotion come over her: a sense of duty. While she felt her cheeks being mauled and abused by Bernadetta, who had taken to fondling them with her face, her head motorboating the twin moons,she listened to Sothis babbling as she laid face down into the bed, her fingers in a blaze into her dripping pussy as she obsessively mumbled to herself.

“She’s a beast~, a rutting horny beast💞!” She whimpered into the bed, her slender and narrow hips bucking against her own hand to strive for deeper satisfaction. “Her sluts, we’ll be her sluts! I’m a goddess and I’m going to be someones’ slut! We go to bed filled with her cum and we'll spend our days waking her up with our mouths already slurping cum from her morning wood like hungry pets in the morning~! Oh, what a poor end for us, what a way for a goddess to fall and become nothing but a deplorable little tramp for a little girl♥️💕!”

While Byleth felt the same, her state and emotions meant that it came out different. For her, as said, a sense of duty came upon her. This duty? To help her student by being the best and most efficient jizz bucket that had ever come out of the Garreg Mach! By the time that she realized this, while her cheeks still burned and her pussy was leaking down her stockings, her thong jiggling beneath them, her heart felt as calm as the sea at night and her smile returned as she felt Bernadetta stand and suddenly felt something thick slip itself between her asscheeks.

She didn’t need to turn to know that Bernadetta had begun to use her wobbling assmeat as a newly minted and freshly sextoy, which made Byleth chuckle a bit to herself as she listened to Bernadetta rut between her cheeks.

“Mine..Mine..please Professor, be mine!” She grunted, her eyes falling behind her hair as she grunted and pushed against the pillows of Byleths’ ass, using the round ball of lewd meat that jiggled and smacked together with a plap with every thrust that the girl made. Byleth could only chuckle slightly at the almost desperate plea. Why would Bernadetta ask her something like that…when she was already committed to being just that💓? Her little bear had, in just one night, been more confident and brave than ever and as her teacher and newly initiated cumdumpster, it would not be of good form to not allow her to receive some reward for her performance. 

Bernadetta could only register the fact that the Professor was letting out an almost girly giggle before she felt her forcibly back that ass up into her! Bernadetta gasped out a yelp of surprise as suddenly, she felt her Professor actively grinding into her hips, meeting the hard gigacock with a masterful twerk show! Jiggling with each thrust back, the sound of her cheeks going clap clap clap echoed throughout the room and to the outside, as if anyone thought of a midnight walk, they would hear the sounds of a whore having her back disintegrated at that moment!. The thong that slid between her cheeks underneath her stocking was eaten the the gaping maw of her cheeks, disappearing well into them, all the while Byleth giggled, low and sultry.

"Please, forgive me, my mistress." That stood out and got Bernadettas' attention. She looked up and saw Byleths face looking over her shoulder at her, her face exuding a happy and slutty professionalism about her actions. "Having to properly instruct your servant can be tiring, so please, allow me to correct myself.💕"

With a push back of her hips, thrusting her ass backwards, she bumped Bernadetta onto the bed behind them, the girl falling with a shrill sound. Before she could ask what she was doing, Byleth assumed the same position as they were standing, only now Bernadetta sat on the bed and Byleth sat in her lap. After ensuring that Bernadetta had the best view in the house, Byleth resumed her one woman twerk show, sliding her ass along the length of Bernadettas' cock!

Bernadetta groaned in delight and relief, the pleasure causing her eyes to raise towards the heavens. It was better than she had ever dreamed! Byleth would lift her ass, leaving the cock for just a few seconds to allow Bernadetta the sight of her bent at the knees, happily swinging her ass back into Bernadettas face. When she did, Bernadetta, despite herself, would bring a hand up to smack one of the cheeks, earning a happy grunt from Byleth before dropping back down and letting her globes of bouncing assmeat sit in her lap again.

SPLORTTTT!

Byleth may have heard that but it was more that she felt it on account of feeling the hot sensation of a slime like liquid launching onto her back. She wasn't amazed that Bernadetta was shooting so much, what she was amazed by was the fact that it was pre-cum! While her experiences were not the most explosive, other times had informed her of the more clear fluid and how different from the more wanted substance. 

She felt how it slid on her skin and how Bernadetta was grunting, finally able to get closer to actual relief, even if she still loomed nervous and delirious, despite looking for all the world like a queen with her favorite royal harlot in her lap. Still, Byleths let out a tiny shiver at the feeling. Like I'm being marked as hers'💕.

Realizing that Bernadetta was nice and ready to dump a load in her, Byleth stood from her seat. Bernadetta felt her eyes try to exit her head as she observed the way that the liquid glided down her back and how her ass now glistened with Bernadetta pre that had been sliding along her shaft. She looked back, giving Bernadetta a quick look before beginning to lower her stockings, allowing the sight of her pale thighs to come into view. At least, they would’ve had Bernadetta not grabbed one of her arms. Byleth looked back, the twinge of having upset Bernadetta in somewhat playing in her eyes.

“Keep them on”, Bernadetta breathlessly commanded. Byleth stared blankly and for a second, Bernadetta was the shy little mouse of Black Eagles once again. “I really like how they look on you, okay? Everything else comes off, though.” Byleth only a small smile of acknowledgment as she quickly made to discard the rest of the clothing she had on at that point, her boots and bracers flung away. 

Byleth stood before Bernadetta, her only clothing her stockings and the tiny black thong that was inside of them. Wanting to proceed to pleasuring her Mistress as much as she could, Byleth sunk to her knees in front of Bernadetta, her hand propped beneath her body, her eyes looking up at Bernadetta. The shy futanari stud did not think that her Professor could ever managed to actually appear like a submissive little fuckpot but here she was, her eyes lidded and her lips in a perfect little pout. However, for all she had done, she couldn’t get the words out, what she wanted Byleth to do, what she needs this perfect cum glazed whore to do for her. 

Fortunately, for her, Byleth was a good teacher and knew how to provide both a stern yet loving hand, or in this case, a firm but submissive direction for her new Mistress to take. Sothis seemed to also have gained the idea alongside with her,, as she whispered into Byleths’ ears the whole time, her own orgasms earlier still driving her to be gain as much of this wonderful blessing of cock as possible!

“Offer your throat to her, like the whore you are for her💕. Show her that every part of you is hers to play, to mold, to fuck, to tease until she can take no more of you and has to rut you senseless. Let her see how easy it would be to slam her brutal conquering dick into your waiting silent slut throat pussy, how warm and made just to take the cocks of women like her! Let her break you as she desires and let her take your body and make it just as she would want it: a good little teacher slut that squeeze her ass when her mistress is near her to make sure it looks nice and good for her, and a good fuck from pussy to throat💕!Now, open wide~.”

Byleth did just that, letting her mouth open to the point that her tongue lolled from out of it, her eyes directly into her little mouse mistress eyes, watching as her own reflected her nervousness and trepidation, her shock when Byleth allowed her mouth to go open, and her determination and how her eyes set with a glint in them as her hands found the back of Byleths’ head, the teacher closing her eyes as she embraced what was to come. If she had kept them open, she might’ve noticed that Bernadetta eyes now shined and her Crest, the Crest of Indech shining in them as Bernadetta, aiming her cock with as much precision as possible, sunk her 13 inches of girl cock straight into Byleths’ throat! 

The ensuning facefuck could not be called gentle nor could it be considered anything less than the release of 17 years of sexual frustations, pent up desires, and utter release of dominant peverted dreams! Berndaetta let out a hiss of pleasure as she takes in the feeling of Byleths’ mouth, the warmth and wet of it sucking in! She hugged Byleths’ head to her pelvis, enjoying the feeling of Byleth as she felt Byleth swallowing the tip, her tongue quickly darting to the phallus, feeling it bulge in her throat. Bernadetta hips pumped back and forth, pulling back from the sweet and wet entrance that sucked to her and slamming back in.

“GLRK-GLRK-GLRK!”, went the sound from Byleths’ mouth. Her arms tightened around Bernadettas’ thighs, her hands cupping Bernadettas’ buttocks, pulling her deeper into her throat, her lips like a suction around the base and shaft as it entered and exit her inviting maw. Bernadetta would settle her cock in the back of Byleths’ throat and let it stay there. When she did, Byleth would bring her hands back to her balls and massage them once again, hoping to encourage her jizz cannons to prepare a copious amount of it for her, not once asking for air.

My Mistress does not have a reason to ask me for air. A servants’ body should be reflective of their Masters’ desires and wishes and mine is one that will bring her pleasure at all points, whatever is needed of me💞! With this thought process, Byleth endured every punch to the back of her throat and every gag that came from her mouth, only given time for breath when Bernadetta pulled it back for the tip to rest at her lips, a ring of precum and spit on the shaft, Byleth lapping the juices from the head before granting it entrance to her mouth once more, eyes staring up at Bernadetta, infatuated with the panting futa she beast!

By the time that Byleth could sense that she was running low on oxygen and might have to consider asking for air, Bernadetta’s grunt became rapid and hazardous. Her rutting thrusts were shrap and short, gripping Bylehs’ hair even more into her pelvis. Just when Byleth was ready to have her stomach filled with the shot, she felt her head being pulled back, the strand of saliva and precum connecting her and Bernadetta bobbing in the air. Byleth looked into Bernadetta, the girl shaking with lust and need, and once again smiled that smile of slutty care!” Mistress, woudld you like to fuck me into the bed? I noticed that is where my strongest orgasms are💞”

Bernadetta needed no more, as she moved the big booty mercenary to the bed, letting her fall onto it. Her hands flew to the middle of Byleths’ stockings, and rip them clean, leaving a hole right inbetween her legs. Bernadetta wasted no time, taking the thong that bisected Byleths’ puffy labia and moved it to the side, enjoying the view of Byleths’ pussy glistening with her slick juices. Looking into the Professors’ eyes, a slight excitement dancing in them, her lip bite returning, she brought her cock right to the entrance.

“Professor, I’m gonna-”

“Byleth.”

“Huh?”uttered the confused response of Bernadetta, before looking back into Byleths’ eyes once again, her happiness at finally being able to give full satisfaction displayed with her small happy smile as she spread her lips to provide a more tantilizating view.

“Professor is too formal. Byleth is good. Or Cumdumpster. Or Fucksleeve. Or Fighterslut.” Byleth let her breath escape her. “Whatever makes you happy, my Mistress💞.”

With that, Bernadetta had no choice anymore. If her Professor, no, if Byleth was intiviting in, why would she say no in any regards?! WIthout any further delay, she slammed herself into Byleths’ pussy with reckless abandon, causing a bulge to appear immediately as she found her way right to Byleths’ womb in one firm stroke, SLAMMING right down to the base!  Byleth let out a sigh of happiness and fulfillment, happy to give herself to this new role. The other occupant of her mind, however?

“ KYAAAAA~!THIS, T-THIS CAN’T BE! HOW, HOW COULD A LITTLE GIRL, SCARED OF HER OWN SHADOW, HAVE SUCH A POWERFUL COCK 💕?! This glorious thing is going to ruin us, and s-she doesn’t even care, does she? She doesn’t even know that she’s about to have two sluts for the price of one! S-SHE JUST WANTS THE BEST PUSSY AVAILABLE TO DUMP HER SEED INTO! OH, PROMISE ME, WE’LL NEVER LEAVE THIS BITCH BREAKER!” Sothis let out a lewd, submissive squeal as the stroke broke her dam once again and sent her reeling into another orgasm, her girl cum firing from her body and splattering against the wall opposite of the bed! “Whores! She turned us into her whores!” Sothis sounded like she was being given the greatest gift that one could give to a girl, her squirting not ceasing as she became like a well fukced mess beside Byleth on the bed!

This was being spoken to Byleth as her Mistress piledove her cock into her! Showing an impressive amount of strength, Bernadetta carried the legs of Byleth on her shoulders, holding onto them as she fucked into her, the sound of balls meeting cheeks echoing throughout the room.

“Mistress, please k-know” Byleth struggled out, her eyes screwing shut from the pleasure, as even she was unable to completely handle Bernadetta’s whim and lust, “my womb is yours to have as you want. I-I  will serve you as you desire, there will not be a day you awake from now on that you will leave your room with- hmmm, full balls. There will not be a day you need to wonder where or when your next fuck will come from, yes, there, mistress, p-please.. You will not ever need to consider how you will have heirs, if you should desire them.” Her speech was met every time with more furious thrusting, her cunt spraying girl cum with each thrust and deliverance of the thing into her guts. “You need only find me and I will provide every outlet, so please, mark me as yours💕.”

Bernadetta could take no more. Pushing Byleths’ leg back so that her feet were right by her ears, Bernadetta lunged herself into a furious mating press! Her love hole was the type that was crafted to not take anyone that would try to anything less than conquer her fully and Bernadetta was currently more than succeeding in that regard! Deeper and Deeper, her giga femcock plunged into Byleths’ cunt, the sound of her guts being fucked into the shape of this cock rebounding around the room.

Soon, however, even for a newly awakened slut ramming beast like Bernadetta, Byelths’ grip in her pussy was too much for her.   

“Fuck, fuck, fuck! I’m gonna cum, Byleth! Take my cum, my cum that you made churn by being a Sothis damned tease and accept that you deserve this. THat you deserve to be my new fucktoy from now on. Cumming, Cumming, Cumming inside of your cunt. BYLLLETH!” 

SPLORRT! SPLORRT! SPLORRT!

The sound of Bernadetta filling Byleths’ womb had to be heard to be believed! Her balls rumbled  and let out a sound like a drain being emptied as Bernadetta released herself into Byleth. Her eyes were inside of her head, her head between Byleths’ breasts as her hips continued to mindlessly pump forward, rutting as if to ensure that her batter was reaching its target with efficiency. The seed that she shot was like thick batter being poured into the womb of Byleth, for powerful that Byleth was sure her tubes were being sealed shut by the stuff. Byleth let out a stiff grunt, the verbal signal that she let an orgasm loose. The griping of her walls around Bernadettas’ cock, the way her girlcum launcehed between their hips, and how her legs clutched around Bernadetta waist were all physical signs. 

“Byleth…Byleth…” Bernadetta whispered and mumbled into her breasts, the sound of her orgasm taking her mind to unconscious. Her head stayed in the valley of Byleths’ breasts, her chest like a pillow for the girl-stud. Byleth, similarly, was drifting but let her more kind and gentle grin grace her lips as she patted the mess on Bernadettas’ head. Meanwhile, she heard a voice close to her, in the bed with them. 

“More, my Queen….Please, more💕!”

So lost in the bliss after a night of lewd passion, none of the residents of the room noticed or realized that a shining light was beginning to cast itself onto the body of all who were in the room and that Bernadettas’ ears perked at the last sentence.

The sound of birds rustled into the room, the sun coming in through the bottom of the door. Bernadetta felt her body react by turning away from the sound of birds singing into the sky and attempting to dive back under her covers, her arms reaching out to find them. While she did find them, she felt something different about it. With the grip of sleep loosening, she found that several things were coming into her consciousness: one, as her eyes opened and observed her surroundings, this was not her room. Two, her groin and dick felt wet and warm, and three, as she looked down at the sheets, she saw that there was a large lump and it was moving.

Blood quickening in her veins, Bernadetta quickly grabbed the sheet and covers, and tossed them to the side. What she saw made her mind screech in surprise: Byleth, lying between her legs, giving her hard and extending dick a morning bath with her tongue, offering the thing hot kisses the entire time. Amazingly, she was clothed, in a black halter top that had a window for her breasts and matching black shorts that clung to her jiggling assmeat. Dutiful, she serviced, her eyes closed, taking the head in her mouth, and bobbing her head as far as she could, her hands motioning to her testicles. It was only after a few minutes of this that Byleth opened her eyes again did she notice the fact that her mistress was awaken. 

Slowly, taking Bernadetta cock out of her mouth, she took the arch out of her back from being between her legs, and smiled up at her sleepy new mistress. 

“Good Morning, Miss Bernadetta. As I promised, I will make such that before our classes begin today, you are nice and satisfied.” Bernadetta had to let out a laugh that was half disbelief, half horror. 

“Oh, by Sothis, last night actually happened, didn’t it?” Byleth ignored the question, returning to her task, causing Bernadetta some difficulties herself as getting a throatfuck from a beautiful woman, much less one who was dedicating herself to being your whore, was hard to think through. “P-Professor, p-p-please stop sucking! I -I need to think aboout what happen-fuck, that’s good! Still, you need to-oh, more tongue, more tongue, please! Ahhh, this is amazing to wake up to.”

“I told you our Queen would enjoy that.”

Bernadetta felt her entire body go stiff and Byleth seemed to notice, her admissions of her tongue becoming slow and coming to a stop, her hands replacing them as she continued to stroke Bernadetta. The meek girl turned to where she heard the voice and felt her eyes go wide. There was..a girl? A girl, floating right next to the dresser of Byleths’ room. She was dressed in violet robes, ones that looked a bit too big for her. Her waists had a white and pink ribbon on both, and a mixture of both in her hair, that led to a braid of the wild green stuff. Gold jewelry and bracelets adorned her, her feet with some type of anklets. 

Bernadetta felt her breath stop, and her eyes went still. The girl, as well, eyes narrowed before slowly moving, her and Byleth sharing a sense of shock at how Bernadettas’ eyes moved with her. Eventually, as a full test, Sothis came right to Bernadettas’ face, staying right in it, before smiling and giggling. 

“Well, now my Queen can hear me give her adoration with her own ears, how wondrous.”

That was enough for Bernadetta as her mouth launched to make a scream, however, Byleths’ hand shot up to stop her quickly.

“Mistress, I need you to stay calm.” Byleth spoke, her words slow and her mouth speaking each syllable. 

“MMMMMMMM!!”

“Mistress, please!” “My queen, calm yourself!”

“MMMMMM?!”

Byleth leaned over and whispered into Bernadettas’ ear. Instantly, Bernadetta felt her face get hot, her eyes swing to Byleth, and her blood quickening, although it was quickend to one place in peculiar. Byleth shook her head in a yes motion, as if to say “I promise you”. Slowly but surely, her face went bad to the slight pale that was her normal and her breathing returned to normal, deeply breathing in.

Bernadetta calmed enough that Byleth removed her hand and Bernadetta, shakingly, brought her hand up, pointing at the girl.

“W-w-w-why is there a ghost in your room?” Bernadetta questioned.

“The better question might be, why can you see me?” The girl puzzled out loud, a smirk jumping onto her face. “Although, it might explain this.” When Bernadetta was wondering what she meant, the girl lifted her robes, shocking Bernadetta, not just with the action, but with what she saw: right about the puffy, cute looking lips that were her pussy, Bernadetta saw a crest. One she knew well, for it was her crest, The Crest of Indech. Bernadetta looked to Byleth for answers, only to have more questions as Byleth stood  herself, and revealed that on her own body was the same crest, glowing a healthy turquoise.

“W-what?”

“Guess you’re more of a stud than we both thought.” The girl floated over to her, her face right in Bernadettas’ ears, the purple haired girl swearing that she felt her breath right there. “Maybe we can use this time to have a little reminder? Help your poor little whores find out what they did to earn this💞?” She brought her lips to Bernadettas’ ears. “Or how we can earn it again💞?”

“We can’t”, Byleth interrupted. Both of them looked at her, and despite herself, Bernadetta looked just as upset as Sothis did. Sothis floated off of Bernadetta, crossing her arms and legs in midair. 

“And why not?”, Sothis challenged at Byleth.

“Classes must begin soon. She needs to be there.” Byleth explained as if it was the most simple thing. 

“What, need to keep up appearances?”

“No, she needs combat training. I’m her servant and her fucktoy, but I am also still her instructor and her bow form needs to be improved.” Bernadetta deflated with that. She had been trying, but she didn’t have the grip right just yet! 

As such, Byleth shoved the jacket that she grabbed for Bernadetta and forced it into her hands. She gave her a deep and quick kiss and whispered into her ears: “I explain everything tonight, I will also make up for not properly servicing you this morning💞.” With that, Byleth sent Bernadetta out of the room. 

Bernadetta stood there, slack jawed and amazed. So, she did have sex with Byleth last night. Some of the dirtiest, natiest and most juiciest disrespectful sex that Bernadetta had ever experieced or even imagine but she was more than happy to say that she was looking forward to later night.

…Now if she can just get back to her room without anyone in her class seeing her leaving the Professors’ room.

Chapter Text

Dorothea Amault was not a stupid girl. 

She wasn’t some girl off the streets who could get wow’d by the slick tones of an upper crust gentleman who believed that he had seen all there was to see about girls like her. The type of woman that just bounced from man to man in order for validation. She was sure that her home, the cobblestone of many corners in the royal city, would love to hear of such ideals. While men were, unfortunately, her ticket into a life that had promise, she was not, at all, fooled into believing that they were there for her, just her voice and the Opera and prestige that may follow it. Her body was there as well, but she had enough to worry about without some man wanting to jizz in her backside.

As such, Dorothea learned to observe the unsaid; She learned to notice the unsaid word, the slightly upticked corner of a smirk. the words spoken behind the eyes of a person. It was like straining one's ears: a learned focus but not impossible. Dorothea had saved herself much time with it but had to lose just as much to learn to use it effectively. However, between that, the Opera, and just having some good intuition, she was often confident in her abilities to perceive and find the roots of a situation. 

No, Dorothea Amault did not consider herself a stupid girl, which made making sense of the last three weeks a true test of her common sense and belief in her own ability. As she sat in the dining hall, the sound of students and soldiers joining each other in eating barely drowned out the thoughts running in her mind. Her hands came to her head, taking the beret that sat on her chestnut curls off and scratched the top of her head. As she looked around the room, eventually, her eyes settled on the objects of her thoughts: Professor Byleth, and her friend, Bernadetta Von Varley.

She wasn’t sure which was the stranger of the two changes: Bernadetta's slight increase in confidence or the Professors’ new…style of clothing. As she watched the two stand together at the line, Bernadetta picking a pastry up to give to the Professor, a slight smile coming upon Byleths’ face, she pondered the changes that came over Bernadetta first.

For one, Bernadetta, and she would know, was not a people person. Dorothea would need to have several hands to count how many times in just the few months that they had been together that she watched Bernadettas’ eyes go pinprick at just the mention of other people. She had to keep the girl calm and her breathing even, amazed at how heavy the girls’ chest would get at just the slightest inference of other people around her. Then, there was the self-doubt. It made her own chest get riddled with a heavy lead hearing the girl describe herself. 

“Homely, no-good, a bad soldier, useless”, just to name a few words that had the nerve to grace the girls’ lips when describing herself. Her mop of purple hair that always tangled like a never ending nest of snakes which laid on her head was always something that she brought up to Dorothea in her more private moments, something that Dorothea cherished. She was small and petite, like she was trying to hide in her uniform. A round and, if Dorothea was allowed to say, cute face with a button of a nose. Dorothea exhaled, wondering where that girl had gone.

She couldn’t complain, however. In her wake, this Bernadetta…wasn’t completely different. She still often stuttered and would break to her room at most intervals, the crowd draining life from her like a parasite. However, what was noticed by not just Dorothea, but others was, Bernadetta was the one initiating the talks now! Just the day before, she, Bernadetta, little Bernie, was the one who went to Lindhart to ask for a study session! She hadn’t seen Lindhart look that awake, well, ever. She shook like a leaf and gripped her jacket, the sound of her nails dragging into it hard enough to cause some tears still in Dorotheas’ brain, but she did it.

That was not to mention her archery and it would be there that Dorothea came to the second strange change: The Professors’ behavior and her new way of dressing. That was certainly quite the show The Professor put on for us…

Dorothea released a sigh, her lungs exhaling the feeling of exasperation and exhaustion that had plagued her. She was glad to be in the shade of the training grounds, the bench near the brick laid walls a stable, if not, uncomfortable background. The air was cascading against them, rocking the handles of the door leading into the grounds as the sounds of combat were pronounced. She sat alongside the other girls of Black Eagles: Petra and Edelgard.

Sitting next to two legitimate heirs to royalty was a task that made Dorotheas’ mind spin, her arms shuffling every time that they weren’t looking, moving her legs to and for. Her stomach would well with fire when she did, her teeth slightly pushed together behind her lips as she willed herself to stop. They were not like all the other nobles and if they were, they could learn to live with her not sitting like them. Goodness knows they had never tried to sit like her.

Too Good for the Commoners’ posture, I guess, Dorothea cursed in her own mind. Still, she had to commend the two girls: they weren't the haughty type, well, at least the type that you hate. Dorothea decided to watch Bernadetta let loose several arrows into a target while The Professor observed her. 

Even Dorothea could tell how much better Bernie was doing. While the form and the intricacies were lost on her, she noticed how her arms kept steady where they once shook from the drawing of the bow, how her feet stood in wide powerful stances instead of her bowlegged trembling. Dorothea, if she was honest with herself, even noticed how the uniform and hoodie that Bernadetta wore was now forming around her more tightly than before, lean arms showing through rather than stringy things hanging from her torso.

When Bernadetta let loose the final arrow from her quiver, she let a shaky breath out, eyes running to the Professor. Sweat donned her forehead, and her arm lagged at her side, but a tiny tired smile worked itself onto her lips.

" Huff, huff, how was that, Byleth?" The first name basis was a shock to everyone, although the Professor said that all were allowed to do so. Even so, the fact that Bernadetta was the first to do so was..shocking. Bernadettas' face brightened a little bit when the Professor walked over to her, standing in front of her. However, some red did run over her cheeks as she looked. Dorothea could barely blame her, all things considered.

The Professor held the eyes of the young girl, unblinking and unmoving, which contrasted with the absolute show of her boobs that looked like it was bound to pop from her top! Her upper body was only covered with a short black halter top, a keyhole made right in between her melon-like breasts, the areolas of them trying to fight free with every step. Her arms folded under her chest, causing there to be even more heft in them, their jiggling seeable by anyone with a working libido, causing the frequency of self induced orgasm in Garreg Mach to increase ten-fold with her new show of her sweater puppies!

The shorts that she wore were barely putting up a better fight. Dorothea had more than once found herself looking at the amazingly plump and taunt cheeks that bulged out from her hips! Byleth would leave most mouths hanging in a regular pair of shorts, but for reasons that only Sothis could answer, she began to wear these skimpy things, things that appeared more like thong that were of leather and cupped the fat of her assmeat, the curve and round perky on display for all to see!

Dorothea noticed how she wasn't the only one taking in the Professors' new wardrobe. She pretended not to notice how Edelgard held her face in one hand, a finger across the bridge of her nose, thinking it was hiding that strip of red crossing the same part of her face. Petra merely turned her head to side and side.

"I was not knowing that Foldan also allowed for such loose clothing. I was told that such clothing makes one undignified. Clearly, the Professor seems to enjoy it. Perhaps she would be interested in Brigid designs." Dorothea had to withhold a chuckle as Edelgard flushed even deeper red, her face incredulous as she turned towards the Brigid Princess.

“As a matter of fact, it’s not considered very couth or upstanding for one to dress as…openly as the Professor seems to be doing as of now.” Edelgard quickly flipped her face away from the two. “However, as she is an adult woman, she is more than capable and allowed to dress how she likes.” Dorotheas’ eyebrows arched as she looked down her face as Edelgard. Nice save, Edie. Don’t wanna admit you like what you see and have that uncouth pervert in your heart like the rest of us, huh.

“It was quite improved, Bernadetta.” The sound of Byleths’ voice broke through the boundaries of their conservation. Some said it was like stone being rushed by water, smooth and hard all at once. “You are becoming much better at keeping your stance correct and not pulling to hard on the bow string.”

That was when the day went from normal to the beginning of the end for Dorothea and her curiosity. Byleth walked over to the target, strutting, strutting for Sothis sakes’ , towards it. When she got to it, she stood in portfolio, bending right at the waist, allowing her full and soft chest to be seen in portofolio. “You still have trouble keeping the shots tight and focused, hitting one point at a time or as close.” Bernadetta had a tight grip on her bow, although many did not know the true reason, believing it was simply anxiety from being criticized. However, what not one person could deny was the show that came next: Byleth coming to the front of the target and bending over.

All four pairs of eyes nearly drummed out of their heads as they watched those pale creamy spankable and round cheeks as Byleth bent over at the waist, hands taking the arrows out, languid, as if inspecting each tip. “That said, you are showing a better constant flow with your arrow. You’re not taking too long to notch them and fire.” As she said this, her rear wiggled and shook from size to size, giving everyone, but especially Bernadetta a show of her ass moving, the tantalizing fuckmeat waving right in front of her. She found a peculiar hard to pull arrow and had to hop a bit, resulting in a mild but resounding clap to sound in the yard! While all faces were red, Bernadettas’ seem to go especially red, as unbeknownst to everyone except two (three) present, her eyes shoot to something to the side, as if identifying something to the right of her. 

Finally, as if by mercy, Byleth pulled the final arrow. Her task finished, she turned to Bernadetta and walked towards. She finished the walk, the size different glaring at a short distance. “That being said..” and Bernadetta flinched, but her cheeks began to light up even more than they already were. For when Byleth said that, she began to stroke the arrow. Not a patient and calm stroke as if to emphasize her point, no, it was a purposeful and slow thing. Keeping her eyes directly on Bernadetta, and ignoring the three sets of confused ones watching them, she gave a fond full rundown of the arrow, her slight smile staying as her eyes crinkled upwards a little.

“We must work on your aim. We have to make sure that your arrow sinks deep into your target. That the entirety of it is able to penetrate and maneuver all defense surrounding it. You are already gifted with such a..”, she gave the arrow she was giving purposeful and powerful strokes to a tap at the head, “strong arrow to use, but hitting the right spots can cause any enemy to break to you💕.” Her smile grew only a few centimeters, although all present were able to spot the patch of pink that was beginning to settle on her cheeks. 

Bernadetta followed suit, both sides of her face going red from the not so innocent innuendo. From the bench, the three other girls of Black Eagles sat with looks that could best be described as dumbfounded and confused. For Petra, she was not entirely sure how to parse the event, as all it sounded like was good advice given with a..strange change to the Professors’ voice but the reactions of Dorothea and Edelgard told her that something was amiss. As for those two, apaged mouths were the reaction as Dorothea lurched her head back while shaking it, blinking to see if she was seeing and hearing right. 

Byleth apparently wanted to ensure her that she was as her stroking of the arrow, while not decreasing, did see her bringing the tip closer to her mouth, her breath lacing around it.

“Such a fine arrow that you have here, Bernadetta. I wonder exactly how many soldiers, fighters, mercenaries have fallen to one just like this💞? How many could you make fall? The thought almost frightens me, what you could be if we were to…pull the beast out of you💞." Bernadetta could only continue to hold her eyes, unable to move at that moment. "Bernadetta, know that there is a reason I do this for you.” Bernadetta looked even hotter, her eyes dancing away from Byleth and in the air around them, as if following a silent spectator. Byleth moved forward, and whispered something in her ears, and Bernadetta bursted with a gasp and a shuffling backwards, her face full of her blood from how hard she was blushing. 

“P-P-Professor! T-That..you can’t say that! It’s not appropriate to tell me that right here! You know what will happen if..you..were…” Bernadetta seem to pause for a moment, turning and realizing: there were other students. Namely, some of her immediate classmates watching them.  Gray eyes caught green, violent, and purple, shaking as if the pupils were going to fall right out of her head. However, a clearing of a throat caused all eyes to fall on Byleth as she stood firmly. 

“My apologies, Bernadetta. I neglected to remember that speaking about your improvements can cause you some anxiety. Please accept that I didn't mean to cause you strife.” A small frown etched her face, her eyes slightly downcast. Bernadetta quickly came to her.

“N-n-no, it wasn’t that. It was…just unexpected was all.” Dorothea felt like the entirety of her head was spinning, did Bernadetta come out of her spiral that quick and was comforting the Professor?! Between the apaged face of Dorothea, the dumbfounded face that Edelgard was making, and Petra confusion, all eyes were at attention as Bernadetta continued to speak. "M-Maybe the two of us could discuss after we finish p-practice?" The voice became shrill and squeaky towards the end, but a smile adorned the face that spoke it when Byleth gave a nod.

"Certainly." Shifting her gaze to the three of them, she pointed at Edelgard."Edelgard, retrieve your ax. Let's make sure you're still in good form."

That was about two weeks ago and Dorothea wasn't even sure that it was real. Apparently, she was not the only one. As she sat at the table, head in her hand, stumped by this newest development, she was surrounded by the other two witnesses to the act. Edelgard sat with her elbows on the table, two fingers on her right hand prodding into her temple. Petra merely observed them both with confused trepidation, wondering if this was simply something that the differences between their lands could not reconcile.

Across from them sat Hilda, her pink eyes closed as she took her time using her tongue to examine her food. The sound of her muffled concentration resounded as she bobbed her head up and down in consideration of the tale of possible taboo she had just been given. 

Dorothea counted the seconds up to five before Hilda took her cup, and drank from it, her pink hair that rounded into twintails cascading down. The silence continued for a few moments more before Hilda set her cup down and stared at the three. 

"So you all believe that Bernadetta is fucking the new teacher?", summarized Hilda. The three of them had faces that ranged in confirmation: Edlegard held one that was blank and unmoving, except for the strange twitch on her left eye, Petra looked puzzled but ready to agree with the assessment. Dorothea? Her lips were flushing from how hard they were being bit, her face and eyes turning from Hilda as she offered an answer.

"Nooo?", Dorothea meekly answered.

….

"Oh, wow, you guys are kidding me!" Hilda giggled, her hand flying to cover her mouth as she felt a chuckling fit rumbling up her throat. To her credit, it did sound ridiculous: Bernadetta Von Varlry, girl scared of most sentient creatures, habitual hermit, and the type that had at one time, refused to attend the weekly church service for fear of crowds, had not only scored the new hot, gential exciting professor into her clutches, but from what they were saying, was getting some pretty obvious signals that she was down to get her back blown in? “Okay, I always thought that you guys in Black Eagles were too much, but this is beyond me. Bernadetta?! Why would you want to start that type of gossip?” While she was still giggling, her face was now contorted to more accusatory, a brow raised and eyes squinting. 

“Believe me, there is nothing that we would rather do than pursue other forms of fancy and not endure in mindless drivel,” Edelgard was the first to respond, hand falling to the table with a soft thud. “Learning that a professional such as Miss Eisner is possibly in a relationship with a student, a student that has been quite afraid of most people in our class, that this happened without much knowledge of anyone knowing, not to mention that Byleth showed no signs or issue in the idea of romance, despite having several suitors and gifts sent to her, often rejecting them, not considering the work and courage it might’ve have taken to do so-”

“It's hard to wrap the head around, for sure.” Dorothea quickly interrupted Edelgard, an affront to the Empress that she took with a scoff, though she did not return with any more words for it. "Still, it makes no sense the Professor would act like that if she wasn't trying to actually get a raise out of Bernadetta. I mean, having a girlfriend or "teacher with benefits" might explain the clothes.", Dorothea concluded.

"The wearing of such clothes is not considered appropriate, yes? Yet she is doing it for Bernadetta. Does this mean that wearing such outfits is considered a sign of affection and desire here in Foldan?", Petra questioned. Dorothea breathed in a hissing breath as she turned to her.

"Well, yes. In a lot of ways it can be seen as such.", Dorothea answered, a similar face donning on Hilda and Edelgard, as if hiding a tender truth. Not exactly the most wholesome affection and desire, but desire nonetheless , she thought to herself. "Listen, why don't we drop this? Whatever is happening, I'm sure we're blowing it out of proportion.", Dorothea attempted to rationalize only to be given a glare that could unnerve the dead from Edelgard.

"We heard the Professor say, and I quote, 'When all of them are gone, you and I will work on making sure you can ignore any distractions' whilst pushing her chest against her!" Edelgard recalled, shocking Hilda into looking at Dorothea for confirmation, eyes widening and face upturned in a questioning glint. Whatever wobbling defense she had planned died when Petra began to speak.

"I don't think the speculation will get us any closer to the truth. Perhaps it is best to ask them what is the status of their relationship?",  Petra inquired. All eyes went to her, daring her to repeat the asinine idea. "It would get us the closest to the truth."

"Oh yeah, exactly, how could asking the new mercenary teacher, child of one of the most, if not most, legendary soldiers in the church's history if she is getting her guts rearranged on a nightly basis by a student not backfire on you?" 

"I do not see how the Professor intestines nor their positioning have anything to do with the possibility of a relationship between her and Bernadetta." An exasperated sigh left Dorotheas' mouth after hearing the commentary from Petra on Hildas' rebuttal. She watched the other two hold their hand in their hands, Edelgard one, Hilda both.

"What she is trying to say, Petra, is asking such a…crass question would be not only improper, but something that she would vehemently deny." Edelgard sat straight, arms resting on the table. "For goodness sake, she definitely wouldn't do it with a crowd and trying to question her in here will not work."

"We would not be questioning her here, for she and Bernadetta left some time ago." The shuffling that came from there other girls straightening their backs was of a unit as the other three girls turned to look at the very spot. As she had said, the two objects of conversation had long since left, the only evidence of them being there were the residing dishes.

"Well, that's unfortunate. Maybe you'll never know, huh?" Hilda droned but was shocked alongside Dorothea and Edelgard when Petra stood from her seat and like a soldier with marching orders, set off towards Byleths' room, her steps purposeful and without pause. The three remaining girls gave each other a look between them and hurried to follow her. 

'`Petra?", Dorothea sang to the foreign girl. "Dear, where are you going?" They were descending the steps that laid next to the garden, heading back to the dorm rooms, Hilda and Edelgard in tow as they already had an idea of what was coming and trying to prevent it.

"To the Professors' room, to inquire to the relationship." Dorothea felt her feet nearly bounce into each other as she almost fell over. She knew that Petra was a different breed of girl, even beyond being foreign to Foldans’ culture, but to go asking this out of the blue? What would they look like if they did that, accusing someone of abusing their station like that?!

Edelgard apparently had ass she quickly made to come to the front of Petra, stopping her right at the steps that led upward to the higher rooms. They locked eyes for a moment, Petras’ in a squint, wondering as to what ends Edelgard was trying to stop here.

“Petra, there is no way for us to come out of this situation with our reputations intact. If they are, Black Eagles look almost guilty by association for it couldn't have happened as quickly as simply a week ago.  If they are doing nothing more than teacher and student are doing, we look like gossipers and  lose not only the trust of students and teachers, we hurt our relationships with Bernadetta, and most importantly, lose the trust and faith of the Professor.” Edelagrd took a breath to realize what she just said. “...whom is a valuable asset to all of us in Black Eagles and one we shan’t be willing to lose.” Edelgard ignored the looks that asked if she really believed that and signed to herself. Almost gave myself away. I have to be better about controlling my feelings. 

“Okay, while I don't really agree with that last part, Edelgards’ actual intentions withstanding”, a quiet “excuse me?!” being promptly ignored as Hilda scooted next to Petra, speaking to her with lively humor in her voice, “she’s right. You guys have no real evidence other than an admittingly kinda weird situation with them at the training grounds. So unless you can deliver that-”

Let it be said that Faith and timing are not without a sense of humor for when she said that, they hear something. You see, they had stopped at the top of the stairs and therefore were not too far from Byleths’ room. As such, when the door banged hard against its hinges, the sound startled all of them. The first one might have not meant anything, if not for the fact that it was followed by several bangs, all with the sound of the door fighting over its life against the pressure on the other side. It was Dorothea who emerged at the head of the group, leading them to the door.

That's where she heard the grunts coming from the other side. Grunts was an accurate description, the sound like air rolling around gravel as it traveled up someones' throat. With each grunt, the door would bang again, coming in stereo, a complete symphony of what sounded like… No way, Dorothea felt her face going hot. Considering that underneath every grunt, the slight sound of a womanly breath could be heard, got it across. 

It was the sound of a bitch having her pussy being rammed in by an unstoppable stud! While the moans of the woman could only just be heard beyond the sound of the door, it was only obvious who was being slammed fucked into the wooden things. The Professor, Byleth Eisener, was having someone slam her womb into submission!

As Dorothea looked back to the surrounding group, she saw a trio of equally flustered faces, Edelgards' especially noted for the amount of red that donned her face, making it seem like her leggings were of a matching set. The four girls stood there for a few moments, letting the sound of a backed up raging cock beating into a defenseless womb raged continously.

Dorothea was trying to keep some sense of decency, but tbe truth was that it sounds so…so.so fucking hot! Even though the door, the intense sound of backed up testicles plowing against a firm and yielding ass resounding even though the door made Dorotheas feel her juices beginning to slither down her thighs. She brought her legs together, trying her damndest not to expose how close she was to teasing her own wet lips as she was listening. 

Evidently, she wasn't the only one. Edelgard kept her composure, despite tbe clear red streaking along her nose. The tremble in her hands, however, did not go unnoticed. Petra actually looked somewhat embarrassed, shuffling from foot to foot, more Ike an embarrassed child than a nearly grown woman. She held her right arm behind herself, gripping it with her left as she stood there. Hilda was maybe the one whose reaction was the most like Dorotheas', except she was worse off.

The pink of her cheeks matched her hair, a clenched fist upon her chin as she bit her lip, her thigh high legs shuffling close together, as her other hand pulled on the front of her skirt. Her body went side to side, her own not so small booty shaking as she did. A small trickle of drool left the left side of her lips as she stared intently at the banging door, her eyes darting back and forth between the group, clearly now convinced of their stories.

"W-well, I guess you guys got your evidence of the new t-teach fooling around. No way they’re being exactly subtle.” Hilda moved her fist to her shirt, clenching the opening that laid to the neck of her shirt as she gripped it, her other hand still gripping her skirt. “But you guys, you d-don’t seriously think that’s, well, that’s?” Her question hung in the air around them, but the intent landed without fail. This couldn’t be Bernadetta, Dorothea was sure of that! Bernadetta wouldn’t hurt a fly, or at least, not before running away from it. How could she believe that she was delivering this..this breeding to her Professor, forcing such a strong woman to become nothing but her little fuckpet?!

Dorotheas’ mind swirled at the thought, enough so that she was barely able to notice that the sound of the door banging ceased. All of them took a second to realize that not only that the sound of the room ceased with the rocking of the door, but that now, as they heard rushed footsteps moving from it, a small sliver of a crack was in it, one of the door coming open from all of the pressure pushed against it. It was like a tempting treasure sitting right before them, and yet none moved. For they knew what was beyond that door would change them all, and though they attempted to tell themselves they didn’t want to know, their shuffling feet and anxious looks to the door said otherwise. 

Hilda decided that the risk was worth it and walked to the door, legs steady with their hesitancy as she peered inside. The gasp that left her mouth, a puff of air that blew from in her lungs, communicated all they needed to know, but none of what they could or wanted to see.

“That..That can’t be hers?! How, How in the hells do you hide something like that?! She..she’s so fucking huge💗!” Hilda whispered, her tone anything but subtle, her knees buckling together as she leaned in, a little clear liquid already running down them, although no one really noticed as they were more interested in learning exactly what she had seen that made her that close to calling for a closer examination. The other three girls scooted in, trying to fit an eye in, the eventual order of Hilda and Edelgard standing and Petra and Dorothea leaning at the waist, peering in underneath them, and at that moment, any arguments of what was going on with the Professor ceased with examination. 

Certainly, said Professor was fully naked, her twerk worthy ass and soft pillow tits offered up to the elements as she sat on her knees beside the bed that was her. However, that was not the important part, although being able to see the Professors naked body was quite the sight, no, it was the fact of what she was doing. It was the fact that she was diving her head back and forth into the crotch of one Bernadetta Von Varley, taking her femcock all the way down to the base! All four mouths gaped as they watched the teal hair of Byleth bob up and down on the cock of Bernadetta, the girls face awashed with pleasure, her mouth open and head tilted back as she patted Byleths’ head with one hand, enjoying the service to her recent pleasured cock.

And what a cock it was! Dorothea found it hard not to compare it to other men that she had the displeasure of being with and she could not find a reference that was apt, only finding a righteous description if she compared it to the leg of a table! When Byleth would come back up, they were all able to see how the saliva and juices that ran the length of it glistened in the light of the still noon sun and how it look like a pillar of perfect bitch breaking meat, looking to be satisfied once again. 

“Byleth, I needed this. All the girls looking at us after the training a couple of weeks ago has me more agitated than usual.” It was almost as off-putting as the very image itself hearing Bernadetta sound so..calm! She was stroking the top of the Professors’ head, like a pet, and to the shock of some, horror of others, arousal of all, the Professor leaned in, enjoying the feeling of Bernadettas’ hand against her head. Still, she took it and placed it upon the top, alongside her other hand. 

“You still need relief. Please use me to achieve it💞.”

Bernadetta didn’t need to be told twice as the corners of her mouth broke to either side of her face, a grin like a cat with cream domming her face. So unlike her, and yet here she was, a freshly made stud fucking the newest hottie in the monastery! With a strong push, Byleths’ lips embraced Bernadettas’ cock and let her thick shaft penetrate her throat letting the sound bounce off the walls.

“GLRK-GLRK-GLRK!” The sound ripped through the ears of all present as Byleth’s head bounced in Bernadettas' lap. It was like she was a professional from the sluttiest brothel in the country, her clients' pleasure the highest priority! Her hands stayed at Bernadettas' knees, allowing her to more dictate the pace of her throat being demolished. Even then, when she felt her head coming back down, she would strive to make sure that she pushed deeper with each tug. Her head came back with a snap, quickly coming back up the thick futacock. 

Then her eyes shifted, turning towards the door and catching every single one that stared at her. Dorothea felt her chest tightening and her legs freezing in the moment. She stopped bobbing but did not stop her dutiful pleasuring, lapping at the glans and the head of her Mistresses powerful cock, her eye boring into the skulls of the little perverted voyeurs watching. She held their look for a moment more, and then, turning her eyes back to Bernadetta, flushed her head back into her pelvis. 

However, this time, she controlled her own pace,her hand bucking from Bernadettas’ hand and diving back and forth with a speed of an experienced fellatrix! Bernadettas’ once calm and sedated expression jumped with her eyes, her mouth in the shape of an o at the increase in pleasure. Dorothea and the others felt like they were watching something that only the most wanton of whores would succumb to: The Professor was going even harder after learning she was being watched! She was a slut who loved to be exposed and seen by others and they were, by their mindless and slightly perverse curiosity, helping her achieve her own fetish. 

“B-Byleth, wait, I just came a minute ago! I-I-I need you to give me a minute, I’m still sensitive-Oh Sothis, you’re so good at this!” came the strained response from Bernadetta at Byleths’ assertion that no, Bernadetta was not done giving her an absolute deluge of her semen yet and that she would suck it straight out of her if she needed to. Her head plowed ahead, making Bernadettas’ hips again and again, the sounds of her throat being filled destroying any semblance of peace that the room once had. The smell of perfumed covers and slightly scented incase was now replaced by the musk of a futa and her personal slut, ready to fulfill her duties. 

It came as no surprise that Bernadetta could not handle all that Byleth could give in this moment, having already exhausted herself with her  earlier efforts. With a final scream that ripped from her lips, and a grabbing of the once perfectly groomed head of Byleth, she plunged herself forward, holding Byleths’ head against her pelvis.

SPLLLLORT!

Byleth collected the semen in her mouth like she was collecting water to drink. She would let it past her lips, a little having to, unfortunately, slide down her throat like the gooey batter of life that it was. After several times of being with Bernadetta, she noticed that her cum was so thick, that some times it felt like having to swallow a thick jelly, parts of it hard to even get through without chewing. Even so, she didn’t let a good amount of it fall from her lips.

When Bernadetta finally finished, her gaze reached down to Byleth, only for her eyes to become lit with amazement: Byleth looked up to her with thick full cheeks and opened her mouth, letting Bernadetta see the amount of semen she had saved. Letting her tongue swim and dance in it, she tossed the muscle back and forth, letting the thick off-white jelly cover her teeth, tongue, and throat. Only after her mistress was back to half mast once again did she close her mouth and letting the audible sound of her swallowing, at least three gulps to get it all now, rebound throughout the room. 

When she opened her mouth, cleared and empty of any residue, Bernadetta couldn’t wait. Taking Byleth by the shoulders, she pulled her to the bed to continue, not noticing that Byleth had given a glance to the door, to see that their guest had gone. 

Oh well, her mistress was still in need and she had a duty to fulfill. Now, would she prefer my anus or my womb once again? Mmhm, I will give her both today💓.

Dorothea awoke early into the morning, and while she was already not a morning person, the call of birds and the sun creeping in both her windows and underneath the crack of the door was threatening to turn her original dislike of the morn into outright hatred. She moved to left her covers, only to find that her legs felt very wet. With a annoyed shake of her head, her hands moved to examined, and, to her shame and exasperation, she felt down onto the lace panties and felt a wetness that was of her own making.

This again? This has happened every day since…then. 

Dorothea, of course, was referencing to the day that she learned that Bernadetta was hiding the greatest piece of fucking lovemeat that she had ever casted her eyes upon! A whimper left her lips as a pout came upon her face from the feeling of fire pooling in her stomach. Her covers felt like they were tickling her, the fabric running across her skin and up her legs, shivering from the contact. Oh, why did Bernie have to go and have such a thing? They couldn’t just be friends and simply hang out, as Dorothea slowly helped her out of her shell, no. Now , Dorothea had to adjust her skirt every time she was around so she wouldn’t see the stain in them.

When they ran from the door that day, none of them spoke a word to each other. Once they were a safe enough distance, they separated, a silent agreement to not speak about what they had seen that day. Although it was clear from recent actions by all that the events of that day were following them very closely. Dorothea rose from her bed, throwing the covers off herself as she readied herself for the day. She stepped out of bed, looking into the mirror, evaluating herself.

When she looked, she was able to manage a smile. Her chestnut hair flowed down her face, unkempt and free from the rustling of last night, hovering above soft green eyes and a pretty face, lips full and puffy. However, leading right down from the creamy white skin of her neck was lustful and eye-popping! Her breasts, held in a tight lacy red bra, were still slightly developing but they were by no means small nor underwhelming. Compared to Byleth and Manuela, she was a bit small, but hers’ were much more perky than of simply large, taut and without much bounce to them, even she gave a small hop just to see how they would perform, a little jiggle being the only result. 

However, she was quite fine in the area of her hips and her ass, a nice little heart shaped seat on her backside as she examined how her panties rode up on her hips, giving way to the fat meat of her ass! She gave a small wiggle of her hips, and delighted in the way that even more than her breasts, the flesh began to move with it, knowing that this was what caused most of the heads of eligible bachelors tried to follow their backed up, wealthy,  cocks and see if they could lay with the “mystical songstress”! Unfortunately, Dorothea had not only high taste, but little time to give someone a free fuck or even a free chance. She wanted the best of the best, as was her way to the top and away from the streets.

I wonder how Bernadetta feels about me.

And right now, She wanted Bernadetta Von Varley like a fish wanted water!

As she began to get dressed, she was honest with herself: she had it bad for Bernadetta. She was never delusional or confused about her…preferences when it came to potential partners. Yes, she was the first to admit that she sought men and their stations and for the few that showed some possible potential, she was very attracted to. However, between her undeniable attraction to the Professor, which she just hid better than Edelgard did, how she loved to tease said Empress, and how even before this, she simply found Bernadetta too cute and precious that she often wanted to pick her up and kiss her was too much evidence in just the months here that her taste did not stay with the masculine sex. 

Now? She still did want to kiss Bernadetta, just not on only the lips..or the face…or her stomach. Dorothea felt a familiar roar going through her stomach as she finished dressing, the final touch of combing out her hair. I bet Bernie would love grabbing onto this while I- Damnit, Dorothea, have some control over yourself!  Save it for class. The tugs of her brush became just that bit stronger with each thought till she felt like she was almost tearing strands with each pull. When she was satisfied, at least with her hair, she strutted to her door, opened it, arms extending with the doors as she greeted the day, and began her walk to class. 

As she did, she reflected on how these thoughts had changed her behavior. To be fair, her behavior wasn't the only thing that had changed. All of them had changed once they had beheld that behemoth of a fuckcannon. Suddenly, it was like Bernadetta went from a shy little cute girl to the hottest stud in all of the Black Eagles! Edelgard was the maybe the least notable change, and she didn’t expect much else from the Empress-to-be. She kept her composure around Byleth and Bernadetta, a face like it was craved to be always smiling on her face. Dorothea herself couldn’t find anything wrong with Edelgard. There were the rumors that someone had broken several axs in the past two weeks and that an increased amount of sweets had been consumed as of recently but other than that, Dorothea had not much to go on.  Petra was of a similar vein, openly saying that she was happy to see that the two of them found pleasure in each other, though Dorothea swore that she still looked puzzled by the actions they saw, but decided against reporting it, as did they all. As far as Petra had put it, Byleth and Bernadetta were considered adults and the only problem was her being her teacher and considering what they saw, Byleth rode Bernadetta hard, both on the field and in private! 

It was she and poor little Hilda that felt it impossible to act like they had seen what they had seen, treat it like any other day when something with that much women breaking shaft meat was walking around just living close to them. Granted, since Hilda wasn’t in their class, but everyone could see it: the laziest girl in school offering to stay and offering to help Bernadetta “relax” during study sessions, sitting with her during lunches and wearing clearly tight shirts, her bra pushing up through the opening in it, a few “innocent” girl talks that revolved around her still being “pure” and how she was so ready to be taken by someone and claimed as their! Bernadetta left the table that day, saying she had to go “take care of business”. Probably very personal business, considering the Professor followed her right out.

Even now, as she finally entered class, her brand of attempting to work her way into the Berndetta Von Varley fuckparty was simple and easy: present and display the goods. When she saw the purple mop of hair was already here, her hands shot the neck of her black shirt and pulled it down enough that the swell of her perky treasures were quite notable and seeable. Rolling up the hem of her skirt a bit, enough that the top of her thighs peeked out, and pushing her hair back, Dorothea went from pure beauty to school fuckpot in a matter of seconds! All for a girl who hadn't even laid a hand on her yet! 

Walking over to Bernadetta, she made a bit of a show of walking, her mouth watering bust straining against her shirt. When she got to Bernadettas' desk, she slid her juicy pair of asschecks across the table, finally landing right next to Bernadetta. Her skirt slid up just enough that Bernadetta, when she did look at her, was able to see the curve and swell of her ass.

"Hey, Bernie~💕." Dorothea laid the lust and sultry on thick, letting it sink into the air around them. She puckered her lips, and let loose a small smooch and blew it to Bernadetta. Bernadetta was unable to keep her eyes off of Dorothea, eyes clearly undressing her with her mind, but let an uneven smile come along her face, her blood already awakening. Dorothea can't help but wonder how that face would look from down on her knees.

"H-Hey, Dorothea. You’re here early. D-Did you sleep alright?" Bernadetta stumbled out. It had been like night and day for her ever since she and Byleth got together. Whereas it was once polite smiles and sweet nods, now she saw girls who would actively blow kisses her way, gave Bernadetta a show with their open shirts and short shirts, trying to drive her into a breeding frenzy! Honestly, despite newfound confidence and proof that she had the ability, shyness was a hard hurdle to climb. Especially when your friend was one of the girls that was flirting with you and she had at least two hills right in your face!

Dorothea could only let out a coo, stretching out her back, ignoring how Edelgard and Petra were observing her, the former glaring daggers through her head, whilst every guy in Black Eagles pointedly tried not to look at them. Only caring that her Bernie Bear was paying good attention as she ran her hands down the front of her body, bouncing from the table and turning to let her breasts fall, landing and turning, the cleavage right in Bernadettas' face!

"Oh, Bern~! It's so hard to sleep sometimes. You see, it’s because I'm all stiff and cold during the nights." Dorothea whimpered, letting her voice sound pleading and so weak, like she needed a big strong bear to come find and take her!  into her arms and onto her dick! “Oh, it’s absolutely dreadful, Bernadetta. I’ve not had a good nights’ sleep in weeks.” She twisted her body coyly, her eyes playing up the faux shyness. “Maybe you and me can have a bit of a sleepover”, she brought a knee up onto the table, half way straddling it, “ya know, have some girl talk, discuss fun things we can do”, she leaned in, her lips right at her face, “find a way to knock the kinks out of my back💕?”

“Ah, Dorothea, good to see you.” Dorothea felt the fire that was running through her body at being able to tease Bernadetta like this freeze like lakewater. The stone-like voice that was like calm waters at sea washed over her. She looked down into Bernadettas’ eyes and where she once saw embarrassment and a restrained lust, now they were widened slightly, unblinking and boring into the space behind her. Dorothea promptly bounced off the table, her knees making a bit of a sliding noise as she stood briefly before turning around. 

The Professor was there, staring her dead in the eyes, her hands calmly at her side. Dorothe, realizing for all attempts and purposes, she was trying (and very close in her opinion, to succeeding) to steal her love. She attempted to appear somewhat decent, hands fuddling to unhike her skirt, attempting to pull her shirt back over her chest with the same embarrassed and guilty fumbling, but all of it was simply a sight to behold for the Professor who kept her words silent as she watched. 

It was only when Dorothea was able to get a sensible look back about her when the Professor decided to speak.

“Now, we will begin class.”, she summarized, her face its’ usual stone like appearance and unmoving and unemotional eyes. However, Dorothea, who was very happy to just quickly waddle to her sit, felt a hand on her arm and shivered and whimpered when she saw it was the Professor. “After class, stay and we will discuss this.”

She was dead. She was dead and going to be buried in the cemetery.

For her part, Dorothea stayed to meet the Reaper with as much part as she could as both an Opera performer and as a woman. Well, pride was a bit of a strong word, more a conviction of the fact that any woman who saw what she had seen would gladly have acted like a schoolgirl slut that would gladly flip her skirt for that dick! Still, when all other students vacated the classroom, the chill that went up her back was enormous! Her head felt like stone and it took as much effort to lift her head and look the Professor in the eyes as she sat, legs crossed over one another at the teacher's desk.

Neither moved, but their eyes did lock and Dorothea felt like she was being bared down by the eyes of a lioness, hungry for a fresh kill! Just when she was ready to let an apology loose from her lips, the other woman spoke plainly.

“You attempted to seduce my mistress, today.”

Dorothea felt like hearing the word from her shouldn’t have shocked her like it did, all other things being considered, but she still felt her neck shudder with a shocked puff. Bernadetta was that good?! Not lover, not partner, Mistress?! Despite the situation, Dorothea squirmed a bit in her chair, imagining what Bernadetta could’ve done to earn that title. Her head dipped downward, unable to meet the Professors' eyes any longer.

"You attempted to seduce her, attempted to show yourself off in the middle of class, and you knew that we were together." Dorothea felt the wood of the chair slide against her as she crumbled inward. Every word was true, every accusation causing her heart to clench. I really am just street trash aren't I? Trying to get in the way of a relationship, just for a ride. Her eyes were stinging, she didn't want to cry in front of her.

"Worst of all? You weren't willing ti go far enough with it."

…..Huh?

Dorothea motioned her head upwards, the world only spinning slightly back into focus. She settled on the Professors' face, her eyes cupped in a.. disappointed glint? Indeed, her head tilted to the side, casting a more disappointed than anything look at her, eyes still boring right into her. When she realized that she was being allowed to speak, she almost couldn't get the words out.

"I-I'm sorry for not being able to tease Bernadetta better?" Dorothea managed to squeak out, confusion setting in. Her blood did start rushing again when the teal haired woman approached her, her hands flinging from her side to take Dorothea by the shoulders, ripping her up from her seat and bringing her to her full height. 

"Look at you, a beautiful little fuckpot and you can't even display yourself well enough to drive her into wanting to fuck every hole you have." If Dorothea was shocked before, her mind was driven to be dumbfounded by the language the Professor was using! Her cheeks were flushed with embarrassment and it doubled when she felt strong mercenary hands groping her chest and sliding into her skirt, pulling at the panties underneath. "A full fuckable ass and this pillow soft bosom and you don't show commitment!" There was barely an uptick in volume, but it rebounded in Dorotheas ears like a canyon.

"My commitment to what?! I wanna have sex with Bernie, okay?! Is that what you want to hear?!" Dorothea pleaded, voice pitched by frustration, shame, and arousal. The groping, the molesting of her body by someone like the Professor was being out the slut in her! She tried to whine in protest, bur a whimper of need mixed in. However, She did not keep that same tone when she was bent over the desk, her skirt hiked, revealing the lace black panties that she had planned to flashed at Bernadetta. "Professor?" She sniveled, her ass exposed and instinctively shaking, her cheeks wobbling.

“Byleth will do just fine, we’ll be getting to see other more intimately soon.”

SMACK!

"Ahhh!", wailed Dorothea, the sting of having her ass slapped ringing throughout the classroom. She tried to hide the arousal of being spanked by an older woman, but her whimpering lips spoke against that. She looked over her shoulder, a pout befitting a well-disciplined opera-slut blossoming on her face. “P-Professor, please, I already said that I do want Bernadetta-”

“That is not an accurate summation of what you want.”

SMACK!

Dorothea was able to keep it to a whimper this time, but her cheeks did now turn red from the heavy hand of Bernadettas’ enforcer, her devoted servant. The way that Byleth was tuning Dorothea up, she was going to bring her Mistress a second slut in no time. Her hand cmae down against the creamy globes twice more, a whimper and a yelp meeting her ears respectively as she did so. Before Dorothea could say another word out, Byleth whispered in her ear. “If Berndaetta were here right now, how would you ask her to take you?” Lifting her hand from Dorotheas’ backside, she let the appendage hover near her cheek, the warmth radiating to let her know it’s still there.

Dorothea bit her lip and felt her ass wiggle. She was not just some street whore, she had some class. Yes, she tried to seduce Bernadetta, but at least one could argue she was just very upfront! The Prof-Byleth was suggesting that she basically just throw herself at Bernadetta and offer to fuck her on the streets. Dorothea wiggled her body, attempting to make the image of being mating pressed in the middle of the Black Eagles classroom, her performance being graded by how many orgasms she could ring out of Bernadettas’ gigafemcock out of her head.

“I-I would ask her if she would like to get to know each other a bit more pers-”

SMACK!

“I mean, I would maybe flash her a little, get her blood pumping, see if that would-”

SMACK!

“Ahhh~!I mean, I would tell her about what color panties I like to wear when I want a stud to take me and throw me down-”

SMACK!

Rinse, Repeat. Again and Again, the heavy hand of Byleth came down and Dorothea got more and more desperate, more and more delirious, and more and more horny! What began as a trickle from her pussy was now turning into a gushing river of girlcum with every spank, a hands free orgasm nearly ripping out of her with each smack. Her words became desperate and tawdry, and all the while, images of Bernadetta showing off her new commoner whore to high society frineds, fucking her in classy parties for fun. She would parade her around her manor, around servants and maids alike who would be instructed to use her like a sex toy, her uniform cum and a smile. Her holes would be plugged with her mistresses’ cum and forced to greet her friends, family, and all others while Bernadettas’ fuck batter raged in her bowels.

She was a mess, a horny, slutty, street whore of a mess. She barely felt the rush of air that came when Byleth whispered in her ear.

“What do you want?”

Dorothea broke.

“I WANT BERNADETTA TO USE ME LIKE A FUCKING CUMSOCK WHORE SHE FOUND ON THE STREETS💞! I WANT TO BE HER CHEAP COMMONER FUCKSLAVE! P-Please, PLEASE, BYLETH. ♥️LET ME MAKE IT UP TO HER BY SUCKING HER OFF IN CLASS LIKE A DIRTY SLUTTY FUCKTOILET, PLEASE LET ME JOIN YOU TWOOOOOO, KYAAAAA~!” Dorotheas’ mind broken slutty wails were brought to a close with one more thunderous smack to her ass, girlcum exploding from her pussy in a turtet as Byleth finally held a smile. 

“I have no issues with you joining. In fact, based on some of my Mistresses’ desire, I have just the way to approach this.” 

Dorothea only let out a lopsided smile and breathing the words “Bernie Bear♥️” over and over again.

Bernadetta had to admit: walking with Byleth at night was a great way to alleviate her anxieties. The light of the moon shone on the quiet garden, silence filling where sound resounded earlier that day. As she observed the now silent garden, she walked with Byleth, hand in hand. Well, more like hand in shorts as she was both compelled by Byleth and her horny bitch fucking mind to do so. Her hand currently snaked into the back of Byleths' shorts, enjoying the way the flesh yielded.

"My Queen, can’t we return to our abode for the night? You two have already been out here for hours now." That was the whine of one very pertinent and upset goddess as Sothis floated beside them. She didn't get to feel much of her queens' cock unless Byleth was on it and as a goddess and, she believed, a complete devotee of her queen, they should be attempting to find ways to give her as much as possible. Still, the glare that Byleth sent her way was enough to have her settle it to a pout, knowing that they had a plan for tonight. Doesn't mean I don't want my share of queencock.

All things being equal, Byleth had been considering some plans for Sothis for being as much of a good sport as she could, considering that she was more desperate for Bernadettas' cock than she was, but they had a plan for tonight. As they continued to walk, Byleth influenced the direction by swinging her hips towards the dorms from the gardenhouse, taking Bernadetta towards it. 

"Byleth, n-not that I'm complaining, but I was hoping to be in my room for a little while. Why did you want us out here?" Bernadetta inquired, considering why her lover was so interested in a moonlit stoll. The small smile that graced the silent mercenaries' lips was a good indication that Bernadetta would learn soon enough and she doubled it would have her staying fully clothed.

Byleth ceased walking, causing Bernadette's hand to slip further down her shorts, falling deeper into the cleft of her wobbling booty cheeks. Bernadetta felt the swelling in her chest at the sound of Byleth and Sothis letting out dual sounds of pleasure, Sothis, of course, being louder. "Byleth?"

"Well, I said to be more open, but she really went quite far with it." Bernadettas' face fell into a puzzled expression, one eyebrow arched. She followed Byleths' eyes and when she came upon the sight, she was rendered silent.

Dorothea was leaning against the wall, just outside of her dorm room. At least, she was sure that it was Dorothea, considering that Bernadetta didn't think that she would be caught dead in the outfit she was currently wearing! Dorothea turned her head, her eyes surveying the yard, and upon landing on Bernadetta, they lit with a fire of lust that only brothers maids could match!

Her outfit was barely anything at all, the most covered thing on her being her feet with the heeled boots she was walking over to them in. Bernadetta was able to pinpoint the fact that the skirt that she wore, bearing the Garreg Mach, was deliberately cut short enough that the pure red panties that laid underneath were longer than the skirt itself! Her shirt was a dark black knotted crop top, her chest almost slipping out of the thing! Her face was in heavy makeup, blush and a light green eye shadow, contrasting with chestnut hair that was tied into two long pigtails. 

"Hey, stud~." Dorotheas' voice dripped with arousal and enticing offers, her hands snaking to Bernadetta already, wandering her uniform clad body, landing at her chest. Embarrassment and arousal played equally on her face. Debasing herself like this rolled around her stomach, she was literally dressed like a trashy schoolgirl slut! Yet, when she imagined how Bernadetta would enjoy it, she wanted it more and more!  "You two look like you're going to have some fun tonight. Mind taking a little whore like me along with you💞❤️?" 

It was the stuff of her wet dreams and Bernadetta couldn't even believe it. Looking to Sothis and Byleth, she saw two pairs of eyes telling her to grab ahold of this new slut and take her for herself! Drool leaked from Sothis, earlier aggression forgotten at the prospect of watching her queen claim another fresh pussy to entertain herself with! 

Bernadetta breathed in. She could do this, she fucked Byleth into submission, she had a goddess singing her praises. She looked into Dorotheas' eyes, they bounced up a bit in anticipation. Berndaetta wants to deliver for her. As such, she did what a stud with a slut is bound to do: she pulled Dorothea in by her hips and began to take her body for herself! Dorothea let out a sweet mewl of pleasure as Bernadetta took her chest in her hands, massaging the shirt stretchers in her hands as she quickly moved her hands underneath the shirt. 

A satisfied and happy sound rumbled in Byleths throat, watching as her Mistress began the process of bringing another slut in the fold. Allowing herself to stand besides the couple as Bernadetta continued to fondle Dorotheas chest. Sothis could only watched with excited eyes, a faux sigh of disappointment leaving her lips.

"My goodness, what are we going to do with her~? One dedicated nut sucker wasn't good enough for her, so she goes and takes another right in front of us? What a beast she is❤️. At this rate, she have the entire monastery on their knees before the year is out. Oh, how will we ever live once Bernadetta has so many little fuckpets to take care of~?” She floated down, whispering into Bernadettas’ ears as she continued to openly molest Dorothea, now snaking her hands around to her ass, enjoying how they filled her hands. “Poor Bernadetta, you won't have any reading time for yourself, you’ll be too busy filling wet pussies from here to Enbarr! Well, I guess we should get started then.”

Dorothea, on the other hand, was having quite a fun time playing the helpless little whore trapped in a raging femstuds’ jaws. “Kyaaa~! Bernie, you’re supposed to pay me before you start getting all handsy♥️! What happened to that sweet Bernie Bear I knew, shy as a mouse, and who replaced her with this raging fuckbeast?” She buckled in the knees as she felt Berndaettas’ fingers find her pussy, the dexterous digits firing like pistons into her. “Ahhhh~! AAAAAHH, BERN! Why are you so good at this? Byleth made you into a slutbreaking queen, didn’t she?! A woman who only sees women as the next fuckslut to be in her collection of semen collectors!”

With that, Bernadetta decided that she had no more time for foreplay, taking Dorothea and pushing her right against the wall, digging her hands out of her panties, bringing her to Dorotheas’ mouth as she slid against the wall, almost perpendicular to it, and let Dorothea lick her fingers clean, sampling her own juices and letting her taste it from her. Dorothea slobbered, her tongue running across the fingers, her eyes filling up with desire and lust as she ingested her own pussy juices.

“Maybe I should help you prepare, Mistress.” Byleth slinked behind her, coming right by her ears, her hands tracing down her body as she came to Bernadettas’ skirt, pulling it up and stripping her of her shorts, and allowing the massive bitrchbreaker that had claimed her flopping out. The resounding PLAP! That came from it resting against the stomach of Dorothea was like an explosion in the songsluts’ ears. She had been allowed a glance from her peeking, but this was entirely different. As she watched Byleth stroke and tease Bernadetta, cupping her balls and mouthing, what she could only assumed, were filthy rut inspiring words, she realized that Bernadettas’ cock would go so deep in her, that her womb would be receiving the brunt end of every thrust, every spurt of precum, every ounce of her ball slime.

“T-Th-That THING is going….going to break me♥️.”

She felt the eyes of Bernadetta and Byleth fall upon her and realized that there was no going back. SHe had committed to becoming a slut from the moment that she saw that cock and that it was time to truly give herself to it. She only hoped that Manuela and the girls at the Opera Company could forgive her for finding such a perfect pussyspiltter and understand how much she wanted it. 

Spreading her lips, she gave her final plea.

“Come on, Bernie, make me sing your name~.”

SPLORT! 

A shot of clear liquid spurted from the head of Bernadettas’ cock, falling right on the stomach of Dorothea. The precum splattered against her skin, slithering across the creamy surface as Dorothea was shocked but not at all disappointed about the feeling. “Heh, heh, it’s almost like you’re marking meeeeee~♥️💞!” That was the last sound that she uttered before Bernadetta slammed her hips forward, only stopping when she and Dorotheas’ hips met. “IT’S HERE, IT’S HERE, THIS WONDERFUL COCK IS FINALLY IN MY PUSSY~!” Dorothea screamed into the night, undoubtedly causing several to exit their dreams at the sound. “HOW DO YOU TAKE HER SO EASILY, BYLETH?”

“Oh, it’s simple. I don’t. Mistress, if I may be so bold, please demonstrate.``

Dorothea let out a squeal of pure wanton bliss as Bernadetta began to THRUST her hips into her. Her womb was being bullied with each blow and she was in heaven with every thrust. Her toes tried to clench in her boots, her feet scraping against the floor. Dorothea's face turned into a drooling tongue wagging ahegao, pleading for Bernadetta to take her by her mouth as well. Her hips were being smashed against Bernadetta, who took the opportunity to take her leg and raise it over her shoulder, balancing Dorothea on both her leg and the strength of her shoulder. Her screams reaching into the heavens. 

“ OH, BERNIE! BE MY COCKMOMMY, PLEASE! I PROMISE TO NEVER JUST TEASE AGAIN, I WANT MY TONGUE TO BE PAINTED WHITE WITH YOUR YUMMY CUMMIES! I’M SORRY FOR NOT OFFERING MY OPERA SINGER PUSSY TO YOU EARLIER, PLEASE LET ME BE YOUR LITTLE SINGERSLUT FROM NOW ON! FUCK ME TILL YOU MAKE UP FOR ALL THE HOURS I NEVER BEEN ON MY BACK FOR YOU !” The screams and roars of Dorotheas’ throws of passion stretched into the night, the smacking of their hips echoing throughout the area. Bernadetta gritted her teeth, Dorotheas’ pussy was amazing, months of fantasies drilling through her head as she let them out in each and every pump.

“My, she’s gotta be quite good at this, hasn’t she♥️?” Byleth muttered to herself and Sothis, the both of them slightly bothered by the fact that they were watching their cockqueen drill another slut and they had no effect. Deciding to change that, Byleth squatted behind Bernadetta and spread her bubble butt, eyeing her asshole as she watched it pounded back and forth. “Allow us to help bring you even higher, Mistress💞.” With that, Byleth plunged her tongue deep and swirled around.

Bernadetta moaned and groaned first in shock and then an elated state of enjoyment. The grip of Dorothea on her front, her cock being milked into the cunt that was embracing her and the feeling of an older women squatting behind her, rimming and tasting her asshole as she pumped away into Dorothea was bringing her closer and closer to her peek. However, she couldnt go without sealing Dorothea at both ends. With the last bit of her strength, she pulled the other of Dorotheas’ legs over her shoulder, pinning her to the wall so that she was close enough to take her lips and force her tongue down Dorotheas’ throat. 

With that, Dorothea came. Her guts coiled in her stomach and exploded with the passions of submission to this wondrous cock. Her girlcum splattered against their combined parts, some of it running down the wall she was pinned against. Thanks to the proximity, Byleth received a healthy dose of it as well, though she did not stop her worship of her Mistress’ asshole when she felt the liquid hit her chin. Dorothea, meanwhile, let her mind go ablaze with lust and devotion to Berndaetta. 

“ BERNIE BEAR, BERNIE BEAR, BERNIE BEAR! I DON'T WANT ANY OTHER COCK, CAN’T HAVE ANY OTHER COCK. I’M SORRY TO ALL THE BOYS WHO WANTED TO MARRY ME, BUT MY PUSSY HAS GIVEN UP! ONLY BERNIE CAN HAVE ME AS HER WIFE NOW! A CONCUBINE IN HER HAREM, PLEASE LET ME BE YOUR WHORE, MISS BERNADETTA!” 

With the final push and grip on her cock from the grip of Dorothea, Berndaetta felt herself losing control. Her groin tightened and pulsated, the throbbing filling Dorothea as finally, with a groan and howl, Bernadetta let loose her cock batter from her balls and let it ravage Dorothea. It was thick enough that her stomach began to distort and that from their reunion, the essence of Bernadettas’ dominance sank in a off-white stream from them, some of it running down the shaft of Bernadetta, coming back over her balls, something that Byleth was more than happy to clean.

A little while later, Bernadetta sat under the moonlight, the heads of two very dedicated sluts in her lap, eyeing her with pleading devotion as they satisfied her by massaging her growing cock once more, hearts overtaking their eyes as they did. 

Chapter Text

Sothis floated upon the air, her eyes glazed over with troubled thoughts. Her hands held her head in them, her body hunched over as if she was in a chair as she sat in a  contemplative mood. The jiggling of her anklets and bracers rang aloud, sounding gadget in the room, though they were unable to mask the most prominent sound that resounded throughout the room, and currently the source of her frustrations.

SMACK!

A wet smack was heard bouncing off the wall of the room, more specifically, Bernadettas’ room, or as she called her, her queen. That smack was courtesy of one Byleth Eisner, Ashen Demon, mercenary, and as of recently, a newly intimated slut into the harem of Bernadetta Von Varley. Her hand came back to her side, her naked, toned sculpted body glistening with sweat and the residue of her queens’ fuckbatter running down the side of her leg. What did she smack? Well, she smacked none other than the bouncing asscheek of one Doorthea Amalet as she rode her queen like a cowgirl on her favorite stallion. Sothis’ eyes squinted, jealousy slinking into her chest as the operaslut bounced and bounced, her face an messy ahegao of pleasure! 

“You are not riding her enough, she has only cum twice to your seven. You must be tighter, more aggressive with your hips and more willing to please.”, Byleth instructed, giving the same attitude as if trying to impress the importance of good magic form. "Attempt to move your hips side to side, and bring your arms behind your head. It will give Bernadetta a good show whilst also pleasuring her." Dorothea, too fucked into slutty abandon to speak, attempted to do this, but when she shifted her hips one way, the feeling of that cock against her walls broke her will, and back to bouncing her ass into Bernadettas lap she did go, grunts of an animal desperate for children leaving her lips! Byleth said nothing, though Sothis felt her disappointment, mixing with arousal and a little bit of jealousy.

Sothis giggled, they had been at this all day, coming from classes and immediately setting to doing their after school work: learning how to pleasure a raging pussy hungry stud like Bernadetta. Why human women believe they can do such a thing is beyond me. Why, Even I’m no match for such a divine cock, I’m practically a puddle of slutjuices just from looking at it. Even now, as Dorothea tried not to climax from the feeling of being spanked once again, and Bernadetta entering her womb with no hesitation, the sight of her cock running with her cum of several session and Dorothea pussy juices running down it made Sothis sigh with elation and longing. Dorothea decided that now would be a good time to inform her of just how much she was missing apparently.

"HER COCK IS TOO GOOD, MY POOR PUSSY KEEPS CUMMING! BYLETH, I WANT MORE CUMMIES, PLEASE💞!" Dorothea bounced and bounced, her creamy white booty shaking with every drop on Bernadettas' hips! In a squat that had her feet firmly on either side of Bernadettas hips, she slammed her pussy down with headboard breaking force. She let out squeals and moans that would make concubine blush with arousal! Hands firmly planted against Bernadettas slight chest, she brought her hips up and down, letting the head of the Bearcock that had claimed her ravage her womb! "Oooooohhh~! Bern, I'm sorry, I'm cumming again, I'M CUMMING AGAIN ON YOUR BURLY STUD COCK💕💓!"Dorotheas' felt the world come to a stop and her mind break with the pleasure. Her girlcum, leaking like a faucet and squirting against the hips of Bernadetta, added to the stains that laid upon Bernadettas comforter as she found her teeth clenching in an fucked silly smile, tears streaming down ber face. 

"Dorothea, I-I'm, AAAAAAAHH!", came the climatic roar from Bernadettas lungs. Grabbing a hold of Dorotheas assglobes, she thrust her hips upward a final time, meeting the already orgasming Dorotheas' inner sanctum of her pussy. It was there that her chambers were flooded with the seed of the Von Varley stud, her ropes bursting from the slit of her cock in straight torrents, claiming a spot in her womb with each shot as her balls quaked from the feeling of release. For Dorothea, it felt like every egg in her body was opening their doors for the seed of a brutish fuckstud to take their and claim them, letting her Bernie Bear truly claim ownership of her womb! After minutes of Bernadetta cumming, they finally exhausted their lungs, panting above and below.

Upon doing so, The fuck drunk Opera singers' face fell, her smile in a droopy slant, as her eyes rolled into the back of her head as she fell upon Bernadetta, her body finally giving in. 

"Bernie Bear, I love my Bernie Bear❤️." She wiggled her hips, grinding and still feeling Bernadetta filling her, even after she was going soft, the red tip still kissing the entrance of her cervix. Pulling her face up a bit, body shaking with the last blasts of her orgasm she was able to pull her face to Bernadettas'. Her hair was frazzled, even more than usually, the ends sticking from her head. Her mouth gaped and closed, coaxing oxygen back into her body, and her eyes, gray and lovely, bore into Dorotheas'. The purple haired futa got two seconds to realize Dorothea was gazing at her before Dorothea inserted her tongue into Bernadettas mouth, her lips quickly accepting the muscle in. 

Byleth, as Sothis could attest, body did not betray her but her stomach did a tiny flip and panged at the sight of Dorothea kissing Bernadetta. Sothis couldn't help but let a hand come to cover her emerging smirk. It was not often Byleth experienced jealousy. Sothis, however, as she watched Dorothea and Bernadetta suck face, her insides burned and her heart twisted, the sound of smooches rebounding and piercing her head. Perhaps me and Byleth are a pair.  It was maybe that mix of her melancholy and Byleth jealousy that urged her to speak.

"Dorothea. while you are improving, you clearly need to focus more on pleasing our Mistress." Byleth brought her hand to the joining of the two, her hand scooping from the thick, slime lIke jelly that was Bernadettas' cum, taking it from where it leaked from Dorothea. "She only came three times, I would expect one such as you to wring five out of her." Byleth admonished, her hand bringing the cum to her mouth as she tasted the combination juices of her mistress and new fellow slut. Dorothea pulled away from Bernadetta, her face a bit crestfallen and shy. She was being a good slut, wasn’t she?

"Byleth, it's okay." Bernadetta affirmed Byleth. Meeting the older woman’s eyes, Bernadettass tilted her head, a silent plea. Byleth tried to find the ability to deny her mistress, but when she saw the spark in her eyes, she could not find it, a breath like the ghost of a sign leaving her mouth. “Dorothea is doing a great job, you’re being..helpful but let her do what she does best: being my little horny schoolgirl cocksleeve.” 

Bernadtta kissed Dorothea on the cheek when she finished, and the opera singer blushed and wiggled her body, an almost paradoxically innocent squeal leaving her lips as she did. “And you.”, with a newfound strength, Bernadetta flung her arm to Byleths', her hand gripping it as she pulled Byleth down onto the bed with them, her face right in front of hers'. “Are my wonderful teacherslut.” Bernadetta announced and without a second more, initiated a deep kiss with Byleth, their lips meeting and surprisingly, Bernadettas’ tongue being the one to initiate the frenching. Byleth, all real objections gone, gave her to the kiss, pushing back and allowing Sothis to feel the warmth of Bernadettas’ tongue in her mouth whilst Dorothea peppered the other side of her face with kisses.

“See❤️, I knew you wouldn’t toss me away. Wanna keep your little broken pussy whore💞? Like a girl who you can tease just as much as you get teased?" Dorothea moaned into Bernadettas ear in between kisses. "Bernie~, you're such a brute, turning girls into your dedicated wet pussyholes! Promise me that when you get other girls, you’ll keep me around to help you splurt lots, okay? My pussy might cum a lot, but I know you like watching me break on that cock. Please, Bern? Pretty please with your cum on top❤️?” Dorothea purred into her ears, her lips returning to Bernadettas' neck and collarbone, suckling and moaning against it as Byleth hands roamed from her Mistresses' face, roaming to the now hardened cock that still dripped from the day.

"Mistress, please allow me to display a much better form to Dorothea💓." Bernadetta didn't have it in her to say no and thus, with Byleth swinging a leg to straddle her, she let her attention drift and become more infused with her body, though she did not forget to spot a certain green haired girl pouting even as ripples ran throughout her body.

Dorothea laid against the doorpost, her walking crooked and bowlegged as she exited the room of Bernadetta. While she attempted to appear decent, after being fucked by a woman like Bernadetta, decency is the last thing on your mind. Her upper body was only covered in her loose black lace bra, a strap torn on the right side, areola nearly exposed. Her skirt was able go cover her, but considering her panties that once did a decent job of covering her, now laid in shred at the feet of Bernadettas' bed, it was seeable by the glistening of her thighs and the smell that she had been well fucked into a puddle! She carried the boots that were a part of her school uniform, holding them with the hold of her two innermost fingers, grip loose but able to stay with them, leaving her feet bare.

Her giggles were of a happy mindless type, brain filled with moments of lust and pleasure. She looked back to the bed, Bernadetta and Byleth laying upon it, still sharing in the delight of each others’ mouths. Although, upon hearing the door open, they break for a moment, strands of their saliva sticking to their lips as they turned to watch Dorothea leave. The Opera whore gave a weak wave, exhaustion taking some part of her form.

"Bye, Bernie Bear,  Byleth. I'll see you two tomorrow for more…lessons, m'kay💞?" With that, Dorothea stumbled out of the door, walking into the moonlight of the night. The door closed, and the two lovers in their bed were able to hear her footsteps leaving, shuffling down on the stone.

"She is improving. I think she will be able to make you climax with no effort soon. " Byleth articulated, her hand running along the shaft of Bernadettas futacock. Even at this moment, she marveled at how her hand could not grip it fully, leaving her to simply massage it with her palm and fingers! As she did, she let her swelling titmeat push against her Mistresses arms, letting the meat bounce and smush against them, her nipples tracing along them. "It amazes me that you are so resilient. Even I have a hard time satisfying your lust." 

Bernadetta felt the red strip on her cheeks, but let a smile grow on her lips. 

"Well, ya know, I have two beautiful women who treat this'', Bernadetta paused, her eyes drifting to her powerful endowment, notable not looking Byleth in the eyes as she had to work the word up, "c-cock on mine like a gem to be polished. I get to see two of the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen naked near constantly”, Bernadetta was able to note the swelling in her chest as pride at the fact that Byleth cheeks were pink at the statement, “ and best of all: I get to have the most amazing sex ever with them!” Bernadetta exclaimed, her hands quickly taking Byleths’ in them. The older mercenary cheeks actually pinked a bit more and her lips upturned slightly, and her eyes lidded. Without another word, they were closing in to kiss again when they heard Sothis grumbling.

“Two girls……me……can’t even touch her….” The two lovers were unable to let their lips meet as both of their heads turned to the source of the noise. Sothis floated in the same position she had been in a while ago, though her face was flushed from feeling the emotions and elations of Byleth. However, you wouldn’t know it to look at her, her eyes in a taut glare, head positioned down at her eyes were barring on them like an angry lion, hands balled into fists underneath her chin. The two naked women watched her, the atmosphere, once lewd and sugary, turning colder and more stifling with each moment. 

Finally, Byleth took the plunge to ask:

“Sothis, are you all right?” 

Sothis felt something in her quake and break. Her own vessel, the one she could share all emotion with, she did not understand? She could not feel her heart shaking and turning in her chest? Her once glaring eyes now closed as her head dipped lower, her mumbling now even more withdrawn. How could she understand? She got to her queens’ body, her cock, her lust driven into her on a daily basis and while Sothis got to feel the effects, it was never her own body, never her own skin, never her own person. Did Bernadetta care for her like she apparently cared for those two? She did not even include me in her list of lovers. Did the one who had conquered her body and heart feel nothing for her. 

Suddenly, she felt the feeling of a hand on he-Byleths’ shoulders. She kept her head downwards, not wanting to look or open her eyes, afraid of what might be in them. However, it was not impossible for her to know exactly who was touching them. While she could not see them, she felt the way her eyes warmed her body and how the warmth burned as much as it comforted her at this moment.

“Sothis, are you feeling left out?” Sothis tried to hold in the flinch that her body instinctively gave but could only make it look less jarring as she did. Her head moved, allowing them to see her face, but her eyes found everything but the two of them more interesting, her arms crossed her chest in an indignant way. Bernadettas’ voice rang out once more. “Sothis, I noticed that you were not..enjoying it earlier when we were “training”, Bernadetta revealed, her voice quiet and almost like it was to herself. Bernadetta rose up from the bed, the sheets near her thighs fluttering with her as the sweat glued them to her. She walked to Sothis, and the Goddess wagged her head away from her, knowing that she was playing the part of a petulant child, but unable to stop herself. Though she could not touch her, at least not like this, Bernadetta stood in front of Sothis, forcing the little god to acknowledge her. “Please, Sothis, talk to me. Have I been..bad to you?” 

Green shot to gray as Sothis finally brought her face to Bernadettas’. Her queens’ eyes were downcast, the lines around her eyes in resigned sad lines as she forced them to observe her, despite how her hands were slightly moving, a tiny tremble in her. Sothis felt her heart hurt and the emptiness in her chest grow as she looked at Bernadetta. Still, her assessment was not wrong nor inaccurate, merely…worded wrong. The feeling of her own heart beating in her chest hammered away, but she made herself be calm and attempted to alleviate some of the worry that Bernadetta had shown.

“No, no! It’s not your fault, at least not fully.” Filling her lungs with breath, she continued to explain. “When I am allowed to have my fill of you, it is through Byleth, and as such, you aren’t seeing me, only Byleth. Sure, I’m given outstanding pleasure as a result, but that isn’t the same.” Bernadetta said nothing, her face morphing into a pout that had glossy and confused eyes that made Sothis’ chest fume with frustrations. “When you forced your amazing and powerful cock down her throat? It’s her you’re watching, not me. When she lowers herself to her knees and serves you like a Queen being greeted home by her most loyal concubine? It’s her name that you call, not mine.” Sothis felt a pang in her chest, and tried to deny the sting in her eyes, fearing that it would turn into fire before long. “When you talk about your girls, Dorothea, Byleth, they are on your mind. Me? I’m merely supposed to watch.” 

“Sothis..”, whimpered Bernadetta. Her voice wavered as it left her mouth, her eyes losing slightly glossy themselves. Her hands tightened, coming to her chest and clutching tight, her breath becoming hard and stuck in her throat. “I didnt-I-I-I wasn’t trying to-”

“How could you do anything else?”, Sothis spat. Bernadetta flinched slightly, her head falling a little into her shoulders, Byleth deciding to come behind them, silently listening as her eyes observed them fully. She watched as Sothis reached out, her hands attempting to take Bernadettas’ face, the vision of them passing through the shy girls’ chin, though she held them there as if they were able to feel her flesh. “My queen, understand, I am not dissatisfied with you, with what we have, but”, a hard sigh came from her, “I want to feel your flesh as you ravish me. I want to be able to have your eyes bore into me as you batter and claim my womb like the conquer you have shown to be.” Sothis came close to her face, close enough that if she was alive, her breath would tickle her nose. “I want to truly be yours.”

“I believe I can help with that.”

The two disgruntled women turned, taking Byleths’ face in. It was that same expression of neutral attention, although her eyes seemed to spark with what they could only believe was intrigue. The two separated, though Bernadetta would shuffle her friend, making sure that she wasn’t too far from her. That was, till Byleth took her by the arms, leading her back to the bed. With a soft push, Bernadetta fell to the bed, Sothis following them, looking quite nonplussed.

“Ummm, excuse us? May we learn of this idea that you believe is so grand as to interrupt such an emotional conservation?”Sothis demanded, the squeak in her voice burning with indignation.Byleth did not verbally answer, her body blazing across the room, closing the door, the sound of the lock engaging, turning out the lamp that acted as the light source throughout the room. Finally, when all the little activities of quieting down for the night were done, she came to the bed. Bernadetta, on instinct from several nights, scooted to allow her space.

“B-Byleth?”, came the whispered question of Bernadetta. 

 Byleths’ only answer was to lay down and begin to push her wobbly twerkbooty back into Bernadetta lap, her cock having long since gone soft, although being able to feel the warm and taut flesh of Byleths ass against her meant that it wasn’t going to stay sleep for long. Sothis face leveled between puzzled and annoyed, one eye squinting as she observed the actions. It didn’t take much to turn Bernadettas’ studdick to reach its full mast, reaching up to her stomach as she laid behind Byleth. However, instead of continuing to provide a wonderful piece of booty to Bernadetta, she turned only a bit, her face still facing from Bernadetta.

“Mistress, put your cock in me but don’t fuck me.” 

Bernadetta felt her head lurch back, mirroring the reaction of Sothis as they shared a look. When no response either physical or verbal came to the request, Byleth turned enough that she was facing Bernadetta. “Think about it: there is only one place I’ve ever been able to truly be with Sothis: in my sleep, my dreams.” She took her hands, giving the femcock a nice once over once again. “Perhaps if we are connected while I sleep”, the rest of the sentence wasn’t finished but Bernadetta got the idea. The idea of understanding the magic and how they were connected confused Bernadetta, but based on what they had told her, Byleth and Sothis didn’t so much as share the body as Sothis was a part of Byleths’ mind and souls that could express her emotions. She made great use of this when discussing her performances. However, she did have some hesitations, mostly due to the fact that she didn’t want to drag Sothis hopes up like this was a game and cautious about this working just like that. 

“Do it.”

Bernadetta caught Sothis' eye and saw that she held in them a tiny bit of curiosity but more than that. How her hands clenched in front of her chest, pulled close as if protecting her own heart, how her curiosity was playing with her hope. Bernadetta resolved it then: as the stud in this harem, she had a duty to make all of her girls happy and fulfilled. And if that meant using one of her aforementioned girls as a cock warmer during the night was the way to do it, then Bernadetta Von Varely was going to do it! 

“O-okay.” Byleths’ signature smile graced her face once again as she turned over again, making sure that her slit was wet by teasing herself with her fingers to make sure that her Mistress would have an easier time. Without much other coaxing. Bernadetta let Byleth direct her shaft down, sliding the  fuckmeat between her legs and massaging it, allowing it to reach its full mast once again. Even now, she’s able to keep going, those balls of hers are just ready to always be in a tight hole, aren’t they?, Sothis contemplated as she watched them. 

Finally, after a few more strokes than necessary, and having to physically remove Byleths’ hands from her cock, Bernadetta wiggled her body so that her cock was directly at the entrance of Byleths’ pussy. Her entry was slow and prolonged, trying to go in without completely piercing the woman, lest she lost herself and just start fucking her with reckless abandon! However, going slow had its’ challenge: the grip of her walls surrounding her, equally holding her and tightening, a desperate stranglehold around her as she let more of her cock plunge, the ability to feel the way that her head was being tickled as she met her cervix, the feeling of it rubbing and teasing the slit of her cock, and how Byleth was having difficulties herself, her stoic body having an occasion of bucking back against her, her self-control waning all the while.

Still, Bernadetta, against all the cock milking odds and traps, was able to find herself gently inside of Bylethh, her hips meeting the swell of the older womans’ ass. It was then that she was able to enjoy the warmth of Byleth: how their bodies were melting into one another, her heat radiating from her back. “Okay, what now?” Bernadetta breathed into Byleths’ ear. Letting her head rest against the pillows, the warmth and exhaustion of fucking for several hours catching up to her, Bernadetta could feel Byleth adjust, jutting back just enough that she was secure in the girls’ arms.

“Let us sleep.” Turning to Sothis, she gave a nod to the goddess. “Sothis, be at the throne. I think you’ll be having a guest soon.” Byleth gave no more, resting her head against the pillow, her eyes closing as she commanded her breathing to slow and let her own exhaustion come over her. Sothis watched this, trying her hardest to squash her heart as she tried to bloom in her chest. It was a kind thing that they were doing, she had to acknowledge it, but it was an attempt at something that none of them had any idea about. Still, the ache in her skin, a cold that was like an itch that needed warmth to fade, would not let her squash hope completely. As she let herself fade into Byleths’ mind, she could only pray that it would not leave her more melancholic than now.

Bernadetta felt her body standing, before she had even opened her eyes. The exhaustion of the day was gone, taut and ache in her muscles leaving her in a rush, as if dissipating muscle by muscle. Her head and body felt rejuvenated, the fog of sleep and drowsiness leaving her in waves. Finally, after a while, she decided that it was appropriate enough to let her eyes open. Her eyes fluttered open, calmness extruding from her very face. Bernadetta did not know what was happening, but her body was like it had never felt before: her heart and her chest did not have the sensation of a tightening knot in it, her limbs did not twitch with anxious life, and her feet truly felt connected to the ground, as if she was truly experiencing them.

Still, Bernadetta felt a sense of worry coming over her as she decided to finally observe her surroundings. It was dark. Bernadeta turned behind her, and found that she could not see past five feet in front of her anything beyond the black and dark cloud that laid behind her. Her hand stretched out ahead of her on instinct, wondering if it was a dark wall, and was surprised to see that she was fully clothed once more, the school uniform encompassing her body.

"Hello, is anybody here?"Bernadetta attempted to smooth the fear out of her voice. She turned and turned and yet, nothing laid within sight. Well, except for one thing. 

As she continued to examine, she found that the slight sound of a snore startled her and prompted her to turn towards it,  wheeling her head towards it. Doing so brought her to the only physical thing in the room: a throne. It was solid stone, chipped and weathered. Bernadetta could smell the perfumes that would've once bathed it, feel how the stone, chipped and worn, would be one that shone in light. Still, now all she saw was the chipped and damaged thing, a statement to time moving. But what caught her eye most was what sat upon it and made her heart race.

 A girl, head and arms laying on one arm of the throne, green hair wild and free, her purple robes etched with gold trimmings in the shape of butterflies adorning her form. Sothis laid there unmoving, her body only moving with the sounds of her breath as she left her mouth. Bernadetta wasn't aware she was up the stairs till she was right in front of her. Like a sleeping princess.  All things being considered, Bernadettas couldn't help deciding that the way she would do this is classic: bending at her waist, adjusting her head to tilt with the sleeping goddess, she shook, she quivered, and she pushed her lips against Sothis, delight dancing through her as she was greeted with soft flesh.

Sothis awoke with fluttering eyes, her slumber gently disrupted. She would've let out a yawn, but found that her lips were too occupied to do so. Only when the last of sleep danced from her eyes did she observe and feel why: Bernadetta, her queen, her lover, her brutish conquer with a futadick blessed by the heavens, was taking her by the lips! She was not able to dream, yet at this moment, she begged the very strings of reality itself for this not to be her mind playing cruel tricks on her!

It was when Bernadetta parted their lips that she realized that she had been kissing back, her face flushed with red from the first feeling of another against it in ages. She observed her queens' face, a crooked line of a smile on reddening cheeks as she stared back. The itch was back, yearning for a warmth to quell the aching cold of her skin. It shook her and she needed it gone. She needed Bernadetta. She..She.she needed that dick! Without another moment between them, her hands shot to Bernadettas' face, hands almost burning with the warmth she could finally feel. 

"My queen…", she whispered, her lips barely inches from Bernadettas'. "My queen!", Sothis exclaimed as she decided to assault Bernadettas face with her mouth, smashing her lips together. Though her lips were not used to the feeling of taking someones' lips on hers, that did not stop her from trying, her tongue clumsy but so eager to have Bernadettas invade it! Bernadetta returned the kiss equally, happily examining Sothis tongue. They licked them together, Bernadetta sucked hers' into her mouth, they fucked each others' mouths with their tongues!

Sothis was, in mere moments, able to understand what all the others knew as Sothis melted into her chair: how just a kiss was rendering her so weak and a puddle of bitch juices in Bernadettas’ presence. Bernadetta, wanting to be able to move some, let Sothis fall into her chair, weak in her knees and fluids rushing down her leg, but still very eager as she attempted to pull Bernadetta down whilst still sucking her tongue.  

She was able to finally make her release her hold on her lips, though her arms, which had wrapped around her neck during their making out, refused to release, pulling Bernadetta down into the seat as Sothis tried to stay seated. She could not resist the desperate pulling of Sothis, not one to allow her girls to be displeased. She fell into the chair, the seat not big enough for both of them. As such, Sothis quickly spun herself onto Berandettas’ lap, straddling her not unlike Byleth had not a few hours before, and resuming her kissing, letting her queen take inventory of her body. 

Watching Sothis ungulate and grind against her led Bernadetta to examine her, finally wanting to feel what was under those robes. Her hands shot out, deciding that the first thing to do was to examine her chest. Not taking her time, she brought her hands up to the chest area of Sothis’ robes and pulled, the fabric coming undone and leaving nothing but tatters. Surprisingly, her breasts were small but not non-existent, a nice handful of sweater puppies in her hands. A small bounce but perky and pinky nipples that she had fun teasing with just the flick of her fingers and her tongue.  As she did, She got a lovely and cute squeal from her little goddess fuckept, her mouth moving from her lips as she bit a finger, trying to keep the sounds in. 

“Ahh~, my queen. I knew it, I knew it! Only hands like you, the hands of a ruthless girlfucking queen could ever hope to do this to me💕! Please, please, teach me all that Byleth and them know, that you’re the one that has conquered us and turned three women into your little cum gurgling slurp pets, please, my queen!” Sothis decreed, her knees and legs clenching around Bernadetta, her body already shaking with the ravages of pleasure that just having her tits fondled. Bernadetta did not want to disappoint, her hands reaching at the hem of her robes and swinging her arms up, fliping her robes upwards. 

Just as when she first saw it, Sothis' pussy was tight, the outer lips tight together like a pair of lips, but clean and pink, almost cute in how innocent it looked. Bernadetta wasted no more time, her arms smoothing over the thighs of Bernadetta, caressing them and pinching, allowing her to openly molest the defenseless pussy of the goddess! Sothis gave up trying to keep her moans inwards, the sounds ripping from her throat as she screamed and mewled in her queens' grasp! 

"You're so cute, Sothis." Bernadetta teased, the feeling of having a goddess quake in her arms overriding any embarrassment. Her fingers dipped in and out of Sothis' cunt, her rivers of gjrlcum tracing the crooks of her fingers as she plunged deeper and deeper, her fingers tickling and massaging a spot in Sothis that made her almost faint with each touch. "Being such a good little girl for me." Sothis cooed and squealed in response, her words broken and unable to fully form against the sounds her body refused to quiet. Minutes passed, and Bernadetta enjoyed the show of a goddess breaking by just her touch! 

"I, I, I can't help IT💞! MY BODY IS EAGER TO LET YOU DO ANYTHING❤️! Please, Bernadetta, Mistress, My queen, please let this pathetic goddess cum for you, please💞❤️💕!" Sothis could take it no more, her queens' hands too dexterous, her body too weak to the sensations that she had been literal millennium without this level of stud fucking! She was like slutty putty in her hands! Her stomach burned with an intensity that felt a spring unrolling before finally, it made completely undone.  "MY QUEEN❤️, I'M CUMMING, I'M CUMMING, I'M CUMMING💞! WATCH ME, LOOK AT ME AS I CUM LIKE A DISGRACEFUL HARLOT FOR YOUR COCK! MY BODY CONCEDES IT DEFEAT, THE BODY AND SOUL OF A GODDESS IS YOURS TO CORRUPT AND USE AS YOU WANT💓💕!" Bernadetta was alerted to Sothis' orgasm by the fact that her hand went from wet to drenched, her digits slick to every touch. Sothis' back arched, the front of her lithe body pushed even harder against Bernadetta, her tongue finding purchase over her chest, suckling and licking, not letting Sothis find the end of her bliss.

Sothis, eventually, to her credit, was able to find herself again, her hands clutching at Bernadetta to pull her away. Her mouth opened, air puffing from her lips as she tried to rush air back into her lungs. Her eyes, flushed with lust and submission, stood off the seat of the throne, leaving Bernadetta alone on the seat. Her arms trailed Bernadettas body, sliding down her chest and her legs, spreading her knees so that her legs were parted. Without taking her eyes from her, Sothis sank to her knees, slowly, her hands cupping the flesh of Bernadetta's knees till finally, she reached the stone, unbothered by the feeling. 

Her hands reached to Bernadettas’ shorts, going on the inside of Bernadettas’ right thigh, fingers trailing up with tickling at every section. It was when she felt the bell-like head of Bernadettas’ cock that she felt her womb heat up once again. She flipped up Bernadetta skirt, giving her an unobstructed view of her shorts, and how her cock, raging and full, was straining against her shorts, desperate to greet its pet! She pecked her lips, pushing it against the leather of her shorts as she gave Bernadettas’ world class cock a kiss. 

“Oh, to think I’ve finally been granted the blessing of being greeted by this wonderful relic! I will worship you wonderfully💗.” Sothis spoke with reverence as she rubbed it, her hands unable to even grip half of it, the slight grunts from above a sign of her correct technique. Her juices already running once again, she wanted to feel the heat of it, and snaking her hands up the shorts, and finding the band of the waist, Sothis pulled them down, teasing herself by pulling it slowly, her lips bit with anticipation and horny desire. With she saw the purple bush at the tip, she marveled at the thickness of the base of this tool, drooled and salivated as it continued down, and down, and when the tip flung up, her cock proud and angry, her mind was awash with such devotion, her tongue bisected her balls immediately, the smell that broke her all those nights ago, returning and ravaging her stupid once gain. 

Slrp-Slrp-Slrp! The sound reverberated throughout the throne room, as Sothis did her best to worship her queen. Her mouth was so small, that one ball filled her mouth and sucking it hurt her throat, yet she wouldn’t, couldn’t stop, her worship and showing of reverence more important than a jaw that would only speak her praises anyway! Her small hands were only able to reach the base of Bernadettas’ cock and even then, they did not come close to being around it, yet still she rubbed and rubbed, as if coating it to have mercy on her for not being given the requirements to more properly relish in it. 

Bernadetta made to move, knowing the moves to this dance, but was shocked when Sothis came up, a purple pubic hair on her lips. “My queen, while I am but another pet for you, I do not wish for our merging, your blessing on me to be wasted.” raising from her knees, she crawled back into Bernadettas’ lap, having to actually climb around the cock so that she was able to sit with her back to Bernadettas’ face. “By my name,” she exclaimed as she compared the cock to her body, the head ending at the top of her stomach, “this will make me break, won’t it💞?” She looked over her shoulders at Bernadettas. “My queen, this is a realm of dreams, of sleep.” She grinded back into Bernadetta, swinging her arms back as she gripped around Bernadettas’ head once again. 

“O-Okay, and that means that…we can do things that aren’t really normal, here?” Berandetta puzzled out aloud and felt pride at the giggle that left Sothis’ mouth, her eyes glinted and dazzling. 

“Correct, and I, as my reward and way of making up for all the times that we have not been rutting like mindless beasts, wish to know my queen: what fantasies do you want to perform on me?”A Sothis breaths fumed from her lips, the air streaming. Her eyes unmoving, her pupils slits in a sea of green. "What fantasies that even after Byleth and Dorothea drain those semem filled factories, cause you to go into a rut for the nearest pussy?"

Bernadetta leaned her head back, her mind racing as she felt Sothis eyes fall on her. Her hands trembled, coming up as she cupped them to whisper the first of them into Sothis ears. The little goddess eyes widened as a lecherous smirk came over her face. 

"Such a lewd desire! I expect nothing less of you, my queen." Sothis rose a hand, prompting Bernadetta to watch it. From it sparked a light, a bright yellow light that began to dance throughout the entire room, soon consuming them in a blinding flash. 

"But I think that I will be able to manage."

The first thing that Bernadetta understood and realized was that she was still sitting upon the throne. She opened her eyes and found herself in this giant room, a throne room that was empty except for the throne and the few decorations and ornaments that hung on the walls, and a lone guard. They had her crest on them, and she had to bite back a laugh: it actually worked! As she examined the room, a lone figure entered the room. She felt the stone blanch against her grip as she saw the figure: it was Sothis. She was in luxurious and shiny garments, the outfit of a harem girl adorning her body, her lithe chest and her thighs showing in the thin fabric. The openings in the sides showed her toned yet slight stomach, the thighs that were much more full than one would expect. Her face was covered by a green veil, a color matching the fabric of her outfit, although it was noticeable that her lips were shining with a lime colored lipstick. She looked like a porn dream come true, and Bernadetta was happy to fully indulge!

She walked to the throne, her posture shy and demure, slowly approaching the foot of the steps that led up to the actual seat itself. For such a usually sassy thing, watching her decide to look away from Bernadettas’ gaze made her more excited than it should’ve. Remembering this as her fantasy, she took a moment to compose herself and steeling her face into as much of a stone glare as she could, trying to mimic Byleth, she pointed with two fingers and motioned from Sothis to approach. Sothis approached, taking small steps up the stairs, her head down and hands folded in a praying gesture, every foot step echoing. 

When she stood at the throne, Sothis, sinking to her knees, looked at Bernadetta with fearful, hopeful, and lust filled eyes. 

“My name is Sothis, my queen. I have come to be the newest concubine in your harem.” Bowing her head down, her hands folding in a submissive posture, she prostrated herself before her new queen. “Please, let this slave, this unworthy whore be blessed by your grace, my queen.” The sound of her dripping cunt against the stone bounced back into her ears, as she slowly rose her head and delight danced throughout her face as she saw the prize of many girls in the kingdom: the cock of Queen Varley.

Her hands went directly to her balls first, it was tradition for the newest girl to display her love for her queen by polishing them clean. She dutifully inhaled one, her mouth wrapped around the creamy testicles. Her lips suckled and slurped, the lipstick that rested on her lips leaving small green circles. She would bring her tongue out, licking each with mindless fervor, before diving back in, taking one in her maw once again. Eventually, when her lips had purple pubes hanging from her lips and Bernadettas' balls had multiple circles on them, she rose, slowly, crawling into her queens’ lap. The tip of the head of the cock throbbed and Sothis let it plap against her skin. 

Soon, she moved herself, standing in the seat as shs aligned her pussy with the tip. "My queen", she breathed. "I submit." Her declaration was punctuated by the sight of her hips dropping and plummeting till the cock, reaching the base. "Uuuuuuaaa~❤️! Finally, finally, this cock has blessed me💗! The gods have blessed you to conquer every woman you meet💞!'" Her wails reached into the halls, all of the kingdom able to hear the dirty little concubine be claimed by the brutish stud queen. As such, Bernadetta decided not to let this be a passive show, her waist shifting so that Sothis felt backwards, the cock impaling her even further. “GYAAAAHHHH!” 

Berandetta didn’t let her recover, grabbing the legs of Sothis, hooking her arms underneath the girls’ knees, locking her into a ferocious full nelson. As Sothis realized that her womanhood was do be ravaged, her face became a mixture of slightly genuine fear and incredible excitement. “M-my queen, you wouldn’t do this to your concubine on her first day, would you? Stuff her little pussy with your fuckcock like a beast and defile her on the steps of your throne, using her like a freshly made dickwarmer just hot off the shelf? T-there might be some mercy in that pussyhungry heart of you, so perhaps you could be gentttttleeeeeeeeAAAHAA?!” 

Bernadetta was quite tired of hearing her newest toy try to lie and play coy, so she did what she did best: swinging her hips upwards, she stuffed her 9 inches womanbreaker up, piercing into Sothis and going till she was able to see the shape of her cock embedded in Sothis stomach.  Sothis could only scream, her tongue lolling out of her mouth, as she bounced in Bernadettas’ arms, suspended only by the strength of the futa queen.

CONQUERED, CONQUERED, CONQUERED IN A SINGLE THRUST ❤️♥️! SHE DIDN’T EVEN GIVE ME A CHANCE TO SAY GOODBYE TO MY FORMER LIFE, A LIFE WITHOUT HER COCK! SHE TOOK MY PUSSY FOR HER OWN WITHOUT A SECOND THOUGHT AND IS GOING TO CLAIM ME TILL MY WOMB OPENS ITS’ DOORS TO ALLOW HER TO PLANTED HER SEED INTO MY FERTILE BABYGOROWER💓! OH, MY QUEEN! FORGIVE ME FOR TAKING THIS LONG TO RECEIVE YOUR BLESSING, SHOW ME THE POWER OF THE VON VARLEY DICK! BEGIN IN ME A NEW WORK THAT WILL BRING HONOR TO THE NAME OF VON VARLEY AS THE TRUE BRUTES AND STUDDS OF FOLDAN💓!

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK, the sound of their hips meeting resounded throughout the room, Sothis' face a mix of submission and elation. She felt Bernadettas' hands folded over her head, plunging her even deeper on the cock and deeper into the delirium of her own submission, the only words being able to put to it were being completely and utterly dominated! Gripping tightly, Bernadetta plundered deeper into the tight goddess pussy. She grunted, the ability to speak ruffled by her focus on fucking, but only just.

"Guard, this-hmm- this ceremony is lacking, isn't it? We should have a crowd. Bring- so fucking tight- the common folk in." Her voice commanded, her thrust slowing enough that the guard could hear her, though the wails and whimpers of Sothis still provided some difficulty. Bernadetta, then, watched the guard nod, a silver hand reaching to the doors in the room. 

He opened them, and into the room poured a full crowd of people, commoners of her kingdom. The shuffling of feet was the only sound, an anxious and pure reverence for the science unfolding. At the front of it, was notably several women, their faces flushed and lips parted in breath filled smiles. They watched as the queen, the goal and desire of every slurpbitch in the kingdom, gave this one girl the honor of receiving her gift. 

Sothis was only barely aware of them, the feeling of her guts twisting to accommodate this mammoth futadick a more pressing concern for her. Although she felt a perverse pleasure in seeing the women twisted, faces bundled with envy and desire. One of them, a woman with brown hair, dressed in a dress that cut at her knees, was beyond just watching, her fingers actively under her own skirt as she watched! All jealous of her, all wanting what she had: her queens' undivided lust and attention! Soon, it became too much: the lecherous stares as she was back into Bernadettas lap, the sight of women kneading their breasts, cupping their mounds through dresses, it was too much. 

Words failed her as a wail, a wobbling cry of elation ripped from her throat, sounding throughout the room and crowd. Her body came to a still, the world fading into white and white noise. Her pussy let a torrent rain down from. their connection, the throne underneath them coated with her juices and her queens'. The tightness of her pussy finally satisfying Bernadetta, the sound of her grunts picking up speed the entire while, wanting to end with her toy. 

Her hips became like pistons, the clap-clap-clap of her balls smacking into the goddess panged, ears twitching at every clap. It was with a final guttural moan and a thrust that begged for relief, Bernadetta came, releasing into Sothis, the barrage of her cum battering every wall of her womb. Sothis felt her stomach become full and taut, so much so that her body could not hold it all, excess cum and juice leaking from the seal between them. When Bernadetta finally pulled out, the torrent of cum that left Sothis was thick and like a hot warm sludge, pouring and splattering to the floor. Sothis' face was that of a mind lost in its own bliss, as her legs were held up by her ankles, as Bernadetta kept her suspended.

"Now that she has been initiated, please, help us clean her." It was a command, not a question nor a request. one that several women were happy to compile. Sothis could only feel the tongues beginning to slather her gaping slit, feel the lips sucking the cum right from her pussy. and hear the slurping of Bernadettas' balls as the room was engulfed in yellow once again.Sothis gave a lopsided and dazed smile as they appeared on the throne once again, hairs frazzled and bodies gleaming with sweat.

"Wow.", acclaimed Bernadetta. 

"Indeed.", Sothis responded, her asscheeks happily still in Bernadettas' lap, the cock having fallen a bit. "I told you that as a realm of dreams, this can be anything you want." Sothis rubbed the now deflated cock and to Bernadettas' surprise, she was immediately hard again. "Your true body is resting. As such, while you rest, your spirit is unshackled and able to do as it wishes." With this, Sothis turned and brought her lips to Bernadettas' ears. 

"So, do you have any more…desires for this little tramp of yours?" 

Well…she did have a few ideas.

"Mmmmfhmmm!", Sothis squealed into the strip of leather that clung between her teeth, drool lubricating a shine to it. She was walking on all fours, her knees against the carpet ground of the Von Varley mansion. Maid and butlers passed by, smiling at the sight of their ladies' pet and her walking. Bernadetta walked behind Sothis, holding a leather leash that wrapped around the goddess' throat and a sash to her eyes, blinding her, the only direction of her Mistress guidance. 

"She's so well trained", a maid barked to Bernadetta, walking beside them. She didn't quite care that she was walking directly in the path of Sothis pussyjuices landing on the floor, nor the sight of a small and delicate ring hanging from her naked backside. It was the norm in house Varley. 

"Oh, I don't think I can take credit." Bernadetta chuckled, her feet stopping for just a moment, gently pulling Sothis to stop her. She came beside her, observing her naked back, the slender flawless firm, and led her hand on her backside. She preened at the feeling of her shivering at the touch, wiggling her tight cheeks against the warm hand that laid there. “She is quite an obedient thing.” 

Smack! 

She delivered the smack to the cheeks, enjoying the muffled whine against the makeshift gag. Rising to her height once again, she pulled the leash once more and brought the little goddess pet forward, taking her into the next room. Once in there, Sothis felt the smell hit her nose like the wind in fall: the smell of her treat. Her hands and knees were brought closer and closer with every step, her nose directing her like the conductor of an opera. Finally, she sensed and smelled it right under her, the smell, her hands allowed to tentatively reach and feel the substance, a warm slimy concoction, thick and heavy, and in a nice bowl with her name on it. It was her favorite meal: her queens’ semen, freshly made. 

Sothis let her tongue hang, attempting to dive into the gooey fuck batter only to feel the leash pull taut, her head lurching backwards. Sothis whined against her strap, hands pawing at the bowl in order to indulge her dinner. However, she heard a quiet “ehem” above her. “Good girls get to have dinner, and you still need to have to entertain our guests.” Sothis whined, her head low, understanding that she had been bad, shame flushing her body as she crawled back from her dish. “Go on, do your treat.” Sothis didn’t need any further instruction. Placing her head down, her forehead pressing against the cool floor, her hands came behind her and spread her asscheeks, exposing her tight pink ring of a hole and the small ring that emerged from it. With this, the effort of pushing began, forcing pressure into her gut and allowing it to flow down and out of her asshole.

Pop!

A ball, the size of a large marble and green, like the leaves of a tree, emerged from her schipter, the effort causing grunts to leave her mouth. However, she heard the words of her Mistresss, a quiet “good girl” and her body was renewed, blood pumping as she went to her task once again. Keeping her hands on her ass as her knees dug into the ground, she shoved for the second, feeling the head of the second one coming harder than even the first. Her hole stretched and widened in order to accommodate it, her wails only adding to the arousing sight. The humiliation of being defiled only adding more to her excitement.

I’m being defiled, defiled and watched like some pathetic woman. I’m nothing but a toy to my queen for her own amusement, the amusement of her friends and acquaintances! How horrid that she would use the goddess for such things💓! This brute would simply make me show myself as an empty headed fool whose only objective is to obtain orgasm! How horrifying💞! 

Sothis played these thoughts as she pushed and pushed, another orb leaving her bottom with a whine and continuous juices flying from her pussy, and the applause and eager eyes of all watching her. Finally, the last one came but it was having a hard time coming out, the sight of her hole pushing and pushing causing Bernadetta to grow hard, but she had no time to wait, her guest wanted a show. She stepped close, her feet echoing in Sothis head as she tried, twisting and trying to push the damned thing now, not realizing that Bernadetta had brought her hand high above her own head.

SMACK!

A smack to her ass brought with it two things: a wail that even the gag couldn’t possibly hope to stop and the orb, larger and wider than the rest, launching free from her asshole, slick with juices as it landed in the river of pussyjuices that Sothis had left behind her, including the fresh torrent that was coming. Bernadetta, hands slowly taking the strap from her mouth, brought her head up and kissed her cheek. “Good girl, now let’s get you fed.” 

When Sothis smelled her reward, she dove down, her hair and face a muck with the stuff, bent over and her asshoole gaping, as Bernadetta helped her feed.

“Miss Varley?”, came the tiny and almost shy voice of a green haired girl. Bernadetta had to actually steel herself for this one, it was in some ways the worst of her desires and fantasies. Ever since seeing Sothis, the obvious youth that she touted made one think certain..things about her, especially when how her mouth can be during sex. 

She was in the classroom, the class of Black Eagles, and sat behind the teacher's desk, examining exam papers, her mind racing through correct answers and suggestions when she noticed that Sothis was at the front. She was dressed in the Garreg March uniform, but as if for a child: the shirt was a white blouse with gold trim around the neck, with a cute black tie coming down, the skirt effectively the same as hers own. She reminded Bernadetta of Lysethia, honestly. The Goddess turned student wore green rimmed glasses and wore a serious expression, her brow furrowed.

“Yes, Sothis?” Bernadetta assumed as much authority in her voice as was possible.

“I have something that has come to my attention and no one will give me a straight answer. Seeing as how you’re the best teacher ever”, Sothis sung, her attempts at flattery not hitting but appreciated, nonetheless, “perhaps you would answer it for me.” Bernadetta already knew how this would go, she had imagined it and Sothis was making it so. She merely let the flow overtake her, leaning forward, her eyes already examining Sothis body under the school dress.

“What are “big girl” kisses?”

…Bernadetta really wanted to pretend that that wasn’t a turn on or that she attempted to feign ignorance. Instead, a lecherous smile came over her face, as she turned, motioning to the air beside her behind the desk. 

“Come around and find out.”

When Sothis came around the desk, taking a seat in her lap, Bernadetta didn’t even try to pretend of working through motions. Her hands began to examine the goddess girls’ body, slowly working her way up her arms and her sides, coming to her petite breasts and, with two fingers, even under the shirt, teasing her nipples, drawing a happy sigh from the girl. She leaned over, kissing the girl on the cheek, returning a direct kiss on the lips back as she was pulling away. “You know that I always like to give girls kisses, so what’s different about the ones you got told about?” 

Sothis let out a giggle, high and birdlike, as she let herself be groped and molested by her teacher. “Well, you always kiss and play with the girls in class like this, but the ones I heard about usually are for big girls, ones that only really strong people can give them.” Sothis looked up, eyes filled with innocence and wonder. “Are you really strong, Miss Varley?”

Bernadetta responded by sending her hands right down the girls’ skirt, drawing a moan, the delightfully young and quick thing, as the girl squirmed, but did not fight to break free, merely adjusting to her body being introduced to the wonders of another person's hand soaking her little pussy, her fingers wonderful even against the fabric of her panties underneath. “Miss Varley, w-what are you doing that for?” It was asked so hesitantly, so full of curiosity, fear, and delight. Bernadettas’ other hand snaked down to her thighs, under her skirt, stroking it, pulling more eager squirms and wiggles out of her. Wanting to see her corruption of the innocent goddess, she lifted her skirt, examining how her fingers teased the lips under the panites that Sothis wore, stripes of green and white across them, the lips of her cunt wet and seeable through the fabric. 

“It’s so that you’re ready for your big girl kiss, dear.” Bernadetta whispered, voice drawing out the letters as she continued to tease and play with Sothis’ lips. She continued for a while, enjoying the sight of a goddess wiggling and moaning her name, the pitches high and pleading as she continued to tease her lips. Finally, she heard Sothis moaning, and bucked her hips against the fingers in her.

“Miss Varley, please..I want my big girl kiss~,” she pleaded, eyes watering as she tried to keep her voice from letting out, lest other teachers walk in. Miss Varley helped her stand up, directing her to the desk and planting her hands on it, feeling her teacher hike her skirt around her waist and pull her little panties down around her ankles. That was before Sothis felt her teacher cock against her small back. Sothis felt her heart pump against her chest, her tummy felt hot and like it was going to explode, and her skin felt like it was tingling, waiting to feel fingers on it once again. 

“Alright honey, here’s the big girl kiss.” That was all Sothis got before feeling Miss Varley head at her entrance, and without waiting, launching deep into her students pussy, taking her small cunny from behind. Sothis felt her tummy try to wrap around the shaft, breath being punched out of her with each inch, her feet going to her tiptoes as she felt Bernadetta rose her up to kiss her, stretching the small girls’ neck up while lending hers down. Bernadetta gave in fully, her thrust attempting, and succeeding, to find the back of Sothis womb with each pump. The way her love channel gripped around Bernadetta, the way her legs was straining trying desperately to stay upright as each thrust nearly toppled the table, the way her little hips bounced against Bernadettas’. It was all perfect. Sothis, whines and girlish groans leaving her mouth, spoke, a rhythm matching the thrusts leaving her mouth.

“Miss- Varley- it’s- feels- hot- in- my- tummy.” She whined, the signs of her orgasm coming to Bernadetta, the tightening of her pussy, the droplets of her juices reaching the floor, the clouded with lustful expression that she wore. She screamed, a childish and high pitched call of satisfaction as she climaxed, her cunny ripping a more guttural sound of Bernadettas’ throat, as she came with her, the waterfall of semen leaving them creating a puddle underneath them. 

Berandetta looked down at the cute and well-fucked girl, her fingers coming to her mouth and examining the inside, Sothis’ lathering them with her tongue. “Do you want some more lessons on “big girl” kisses?”

Sothis could only look at her with big doe eyes and a dopey open mouth grin. “Yes, Miss Varley~. Teach me lots about kisses💞!”

Beranadetta wasn’t sure when she had finally come back to the land of the actually living, her mind losing sense of time and reality with Sothis and the many, many, many dreams that she was able to perform in just eight hours. She felt the feeling of Sothis in her soul, almost as if they were cuddling, much like how they had ended in the final position of the night. However, it was not meant to last. 

Smack! Smack! Smack!

Bernadettta heard that before she was able to feel her going being assaulted by the all too familiar feeling of someone bouncing on it. Flinging her eyes open, she was greeted with the sight of two things: an annoyed Sothis, her hair a mess and floating next to the bed as she observed the scene in front of her with clear frustrations and displeasure. The second was the thing she was watching: Byleth, her hair as messy and as naked as Berndetta, bouncing on her crotch, an almost desperate sounding grunt leaving her with each bounce. 

Bernadetta could only blink, the only acknowledgment of her being awake by Byleth the fact that she met her eyes.

“H-hey, Byleth.” Bernadetta attempted to speak with casual grace, the situation mundane for them at this point. “What’s happening?” 

Byleth opened her mouth, Bernadetta assumed to answer, before her teeth came to a small grit, her body clenching as she stopped her bouncing, limbs locking in a position with her feet on tiptoes on either side of Bernadettas waist, and Sothis, despite herself, shivering a bit as her hands became restless. She closed her eyes, breath leaving her in small huffs, and only after a few moments, ceasing as she inhaled once again. Sothis, right with frustrations and annoyance, answered for her.

“Apparently, our nightly rendezvous was not something that left your body unaffected.” Pointing at where they were connected, Bernadetta saw that the residue of a night of wet dreams and sex laid at her waist. “She was feeling us the entire night and was unable to do anything about it.” Her voice softened, a face with some pity coming over, despite the vein of annoyance bouncing in her forehead. “And to think I wish to be able to continue cuddling with you.” 

Bernadetta looked back at Byleth and could see it: her face red and flushing despite still being its neutral self, her eyes boring and needy as if Bernadetta was the only source of water in a desert, and body aching to move again.

“How many times-”

“11 to your 2.” With that, Byleth resumed her bouncing, needing to get this out. All Bernadetta knew was that she wasn’t probably going to classes that day..or training..or the lunch hall. That was, if she was able to still move by the end of the day. 

Chapter Text

Manuela should've known that this night was going to be a night that would be one to forget. As the ash brown haired woman stumbled back to the Monastery, her bed calling her to its' comforting and lonesome embrace, she considered what went wrong this time. They went to the best restaurant and winery that can be within a school zone, she actually made the effort to have her good lipstick on, and she helped pay for the meal! During a portion of the meal, she was even vulnerable enough to talk about her dating history, and she spared no detail! 

The young man she had been there with was so moved that his face was scrunched and tightening in sympathy the whole time, so she didn’t understand why he simply asked for them to remain “acquaintances.” As if she needed more of those! 

A hiccup that burned her lips left from her mouth, her steps in a wobbling two-step as she made it back to the Monastery. Her thoughts turned to the stone castle of a school. The place where my love life is buried. Manuela liked teaching, the sight of students eyes glowering   newly acquired knowledge in her rowdy bunch of does was something that made her heart flutter. 

Lystheia was a particularly fun student, one that, on better days, pushed her to be an actual teacher that wanted to reward that dedication. 

Still, as she decided to take the route by the pond, the fish's gentle splashes arousing her dizzy mind, her romantic prospects since then coming have all been reduced to ashes. Apparently, something about being a teacher made her both the subject of fantasy and paradoxically, a taboo encounter. Some of the nobles? They were stuck up enough and her protege, Dorothea, more than that had that field covered. 

Younger men? Aren’t you teaching the classes here, as if that was a reason to avoid her. Any of the eligible staff? We want to set an example for the students, as if half of them weren't frying their brains stupid with masturbating to her juicy body. If there was one thing that Manuela knew, it was that she was a fine piece of ass! 

As she finally took her heels off, the grass outside of the greenhouse stretching through her toes, she took stock of her. For one, her face was the type that drew people from afar, sharp and beautiful, barely a wonder of her fame in the Opera.

 She knew how to bring it out, an orange eye shadow that came up and around her eyes and lipstick that painted her lips orange. Of course, it was her body that sent most of the men and some girls into empty minded personal pleasure sessions! 

The first things, or rather the first two things that one would be drawn to were her massive sweater stretchers that she carried around! As she walked, taking a minute so that the world could catch up and stop moving, she felt their weight and how even the slight move made her pretty girls bounce and wobble! Manuela had no shame about having the upper body of a bountiful woman, almost every outfit in her wardrobe was made to showcase her breasts to the world, especially the deep valley of the mountains that was on her chest. 

Outfits that propped them up for no sag, straps that would always dig into the meat just enough to show their fullness, and clear boob windows were the life for Manuela, and considering how many boys she saw rushing to their rooms to clearly relieve themselves from the sight of her, it was clear that she was effective. 

Currently, both of her massive tits were wrapped the top of a bright green dress, a bit of a departure from her usual, though this maintained the same split that was in the side, allowing for her milky and smooth thighs to peer out as they always did. Manuela always thought it a shame that somehow, the figure that she had pass the clear twins on her chest was that she had quite a lot to offer below her as well. Her thighs were perfected from years of the stage, slender towards her feet and expanding into heavy thighs toward the top, leading to her very nice bubble ass, if she were to be a bit bold! Big enough that it actually extruded from her a bit, like a tiny shelf on the back of her. Combined with larger than what most thought hips, and Manuela had half a mind to say that she was built for children!

The thought of kids made a bitter laugh rush from her lips. As if she was any type of woman made for children. She was messy, uncoordinated, a lush that embodied many definitions of the word, and furthermore, you needed at least a partner for the idea of children. Manuela shook her head, the alcohol turning on her. Always happens when the buzz starts to be too strong. 

Still, her mind stays on the thought of children as she begins to pass the dormitories. When it did, a slight bloom in her chest came, the thought of Dorothea running through her head. She found the girl auditioning, the rags that she called clothes the only thing that anyone else wanted to see, but Manuela only had to hear her. She took the girl in, and practically raised her, and Manuela often wondered if that was a good thing.

  When Manuela heard her sing, and watched her move about the stage, her heart swole and her eyes watered. When she saw Dorothea fight against the chains of where she came from, Manuela wanted to cheer. When she saw her appetite from rich men, she could only wonder why she hadn’t shown her better. 

Manuela only scoffed to herself. Look at who she had to model herself after. As Manuela wandered, ready to simply leave the night behind, she walked past a portion of the dormitories. In fact, her mind had to work through a fog of mist to get it, but she should be passing Dorotheas’ soon. Maybe she should attempt to say hi. It wasn’t lille Dorothea hadn’t seen her drunk before, it would be a nice way to cheer up after this disaster of a night! 

Just as she found the ability to attempt to strand, legs too wide on each step to be anything but a silly walk that Manuela maintained with the seriousness of walking to the gallows, she saw a door open..and out came Dorothea. Manuela swore that Dorotheas’ room was one moreover, and that she would be readying for bed or by candlelight reading her songs (they soothed her, she said), and…..what happened to her clothing?! 

Dorothea stumbled out as if she was as drunk as Manuela was, walking out of the room. Her hat was gone, chestnut locks twirling down her back as she crossed the threshold, pulling the door closed behind her. In the moonlight, even with drunk vision, Manuela could see the clear evidence that Dorothea had just been getting the best fuck of her life in that room! Her top was that of her regular academy uniform, but for one, she was wearing no black shirt that could hide her young chest, and it was unbuttoned and open, the two sides resting on her breasts, providing a lewd type of modesty. All along her chest and stomach, darkening skin laid, Manuela feeling heat rise up to her face as she realized that they were hickies!! 

Her skirt was backwards and did nothing to hide the white liquid falling down her legs and thighs, a strand of someones' essence running out of Dorothea! Holding her boots much like Manuela held her heels, the sweat of whatever she did in that room caked her face, Dorothea leaned against the door, a giggle that Manuela usually associated with women of a much more lewd occupation than Dorothea or her. Her mascara was running and she had lipstick that was a mess on her lips, a trait that Manuela knew all too well. Manuela could only hold her mouth in a slight gape, eyes wandering up and down Dorothea, attempting to understand what she was seeing. 

The giggle that left her mouth made the blush on Manuelas' face grow to the point that her ears began to burn in the moonlight. 

"Bernie Bear, you are an animal," Dorothea cooed, sounding for all the world like the most love struck girl in the world! Pushing off the door, her legs bow legged and clearly stumbling, hands coming up to her face to cup it. “Oh, to think the perfect person for me was right next door this whole time! Oh, Bernie, you and I are going to make up for any and every lost minute that we haven’t shared together. You, me, Byleth, Sophie.” 

Manuela felt her jaw collecting dirt from being on the ground. Bernie? Was she referring to Bernadetta?!  Byleth?! Who the hell was Sophie?! “And of course, that mammoth pipe of cock that you think you need to hide!” Dorothea let out a moan, her knees coming back together as something a bit more clear ran from her lower lips. 

Dorotheas’ face scrunched in consideration, finger coming up to her lips. “Maybe Bernie wouldn’t mind giving me a little bit extra tonight. After all, she probably likes being a brain dead fuckanimal and just using the nicest pussy that she can find.” Dorothea spun, clearly ready to reenter the doors, but her eyes and head stopped when they came in contact with Manuelas’.

The sound of grasshoppers singing in the night was able to overcome the beating of both hearts of the two songstresses. Manuelas’ lips moved open and closed, a gap between them the whole while. After about a full 12 seconds, Dorothea finally had the decency to blush, and become very aware of her outfit. She glanced down and realized the futility, gave an embarrassed puff of air from her lips, and looked at Manuela, red across her face. “Manuela, it’s good to see you this evening.”

Manuela felt the trance on her break and her voice, boisterous and strong on most days, stumbled in a whisper out of her mouth.

“Dorothea, what…what..who did this to you?” Manuelas’ voice betrayed no anger, only disbelief in the sight that laid in front of her. To see her, for all intents and purposes, daughter looking like the loosest tramp and slut exiting another students’ room made all emotions take hold for confirmation! When Dorothea attempted to look away, Manuela felt her feet moving before her mind did, only becoming aware of her hands on shoulders when they rested there. “You said..Bernadetta earlier?” 

The red in her cheeks only grew, but a firm nod confirmed it. Manuela felt dizzy and it wasn't just from the drink, so deciding that her room was too far for old legs, she directed Dorothea. “Dear, why don’t you go ahead and take a shower and get yourself clean? I’m…not all myself right now.” A tiny bit of a lie, she was still swimming through the tumbling ocean of her mind. “We’ll talk in your room, okay?”

Dorothea didn’t need another word, she was off to the showers, the shoes in her hands meaning that Manuela was able to observe how her feet smacked against the tiles and grass, as she shuffled away, clearly just attempting to not be seen as more of a whore by her teacher than she already did. When Manuela was finally alone, her head swerved back to the door Dorothea exited from: the door belonging to Bernadetta. 

It was the same as any other door, but right now. It felt like the entrance to a fortress, looming and bearing down on Manuela. Bernadetta, sweet, shy, if not recently emerging, Bernadetta?! Manuela felt one of her eyes squint alongside one of her eyebrows arching, shaking her head. While she was willing to accept the relationship between her ward and Bernadetta, believing that Bernadetta was the one who pulled the strings, so to say, was beyond her. 

Walking away, a shake of her head at the incredicolous of it all, she stepped to Dorotheas door. Glad to hear the door click open, she entered to get her nightcap, believing that in the morning, all would make sense with the world and especially with her adopted daughter. 

Had she not been so oblivious, confident, and blinded by the drink, she might've noticed Bernadettas' door opening once more, a head with teal hair popping through, her face sweaty and strands of small hairs on it.

Manuela let the steam that wafted off the coffee in her cup rush through her nose. Maybe if it made it to her brain, it might smoke out the men pounding pickaxes into her skull. 

The dining table that she sat at was too close to the lights, the hall was filled with too many people, and Manuela felt like all of them were making comments about her state. Well, to the hells with them, mama needs her coffee!

Even with the mind restoring properties of caffeine in her system, Manuela was feeling the weight of her mind press against her forehead. Seeing as how Sothis had decided to, for once, bless her with a recollection of the night before. 

That would, it seems, include a very private and honest discussion about her apparent "relationship" with Bernadetta. Manuela had to say: she wouldn't have taken Dorothea for the girl to share! Names, Manuela was not given nor did she press, but Dorothea, with a burning face, confirmed that she was in a menage a trois with Bernadetta, her, and another.

 As she recalled the twitch in Dorotheas' eyebrows when she said that, she kicked herself for stopping there. Also for not asking what man it is, for low as it was of her, seeing the impressive amount of cum that was running down her legs, she might at least want to take stock of this person. 

So here she sat, observing every person that entered and exited the room,a healthy suspicion of every one of them. When she considered the fact of what Dorothea might be a part of such a thing, it was not the lewdness that bothered her, Sothis above knows she was able to accept her girls appetites. No, it was that she wanted to be sure that both partners were up to snuff for her girl! Bernadetta: the girl was nice, shy, and if Manuela was frank, seemed too much of a pushover to be a problem for Dorothea. Thinking that made images of last night jump in her head and down more of her coffee.

Still, that led to Manuela needing to figure out the other leg in this lewd tower, and with that decision, led her to her current objective: observing Bernadetta. Considering that Bernadetta was apparently the "main attraction" as Dorothea put it, she figured watching her would bring a clue to what was going on. Sitting, the cover and plausible story of her nursing a hangover (even more convincing because she was) and no one would be watching for her, at least, no more than usual.

As the congregation of students passed into the room, Manuela was shocked to see that Bernadetta was some of the first amongst them. Her eyes scanned the girl, observing how instead of her shoulders hunching and head finding interesting patterns in the floor, she was looking straight ahead, walking alongside all of the soon to be patrons. 

She was talking to…Manuelas eyes widened and jaw set tight as Bernadetta was clearly initiating a conversation with Caspar?! While a cringe and a shudder and a head lurch away from his large and still developing frame with the wild swings of his arms as he exaggerated a story, she was attempting to hold his eyes and for the most part succeeding at doing so. 

Manuela felt the inability to ignore the blooming warmth in her chest watching her. To see her blossom and grow was something that the teacher in Manuela couldn't find fault in. She let her mouth curve into a crescent as Bernadetta moved to the tables that held the food. At that moment, two people rushed to be beside her: one was Dorothea, Manuela letting out a prolonged sigh at the sight of young love, Dorothea greeting Bernadetta with a sweet hold and a peck to her cheek. A dusting of red flush to her cheeks as she did, mirrored by Bernadetta, even as a shy smile came about. 

However, the other person surprised Manuela: Ms. Eisner took her other side. She observed the two girls engage in conservation, Bernadettas' eyes never leaving Dorotheas'. Byleth could only give what Manuela believed was a smile, considering how the corners of her lips raised a bit. 

Manuela was honestly surprised, a part of her would believe that a teacher that was and is still a mercenary by trade would find romances distracting. Then again, if Jeralt and his late wife were any indication, love finds a way. For everyone except me, at least. Manuela contemplated bitterly, watching as all three women sat together, a bit away from other Black Eagle students. 

As they did. Manuela noticed that the three of them were rather close together, not even a hair breath between them. For Dorothea and Bernadetta, two young and recently together ladies, their closeness made sense. 

Byleth, on the other hand, sat about as close as Dorothea, and as Manuela was seeing it, almost in Bernadettas' lap! Manuela found her face scrunched in disbelief, but believing that it a mere circumstance of a closeness she wasn't exactly used to between students and teachers, she let her mind wander to more wholesome routes.

Well, considering that she's more their age than she is mine, it's possible that she simply doesn't see how being so…physical with your students is not a very good descriptor to have attached to you. Manuela reasoned to herself, watching as Byleth put both her hands on Bernadettas' shoulders, a gentle stroking motion in them. Just gentle comforts, nothing abnormal about that. 

Though now that her thoughts were beginning to trot, Byleths behavior as of late was…confusing. Often, to start her career, she was punctual, to the point of making a joke of Manuelas own attendance to her own classes (hell, she got in on it accusing the professor of being the reason her drinks were so effective), now if she showed up 10 minutes late, she was early. Also, her outfit change.  Manuela checked over her own outfit, knowing it was the pot calling the kettle black, but she would say hers' was sensual, a tasteful tease of beauty. No shame in showing the beauty of your own body.

That said, Byleth was one who was not showing her body for beauty, it was to cause all the backed up studs in the monastery to become overcome with insatiable need! Manuela herself couldn't stop her neck from craning back to watch her ass devour her shorts, a sight now much more seeable due to her foregoing the jacket she had been wearing. It was more often than Manuela could now hear Byleth coming before she saw her and wondered how her previous pair of shorts contained such a work of posterior glory! 

A sound like a muffled shout emerged and though it wasn't enough to attract all eyes, those in victiny found themselves turning to the trio. Manuela included. The sight of Bernadettas' red face and hand over her mouth were the only signs that the sound originated from over there. Considering that it was Bernadetta, most just took the sound as jitters and decided it wasn't worth staring. Not Manuela, deciding that this would obviously lead her to the answers she sought.

Oh, how right she was.

When all eyes evaded their detection, the three of them returned to their previous è was Dorothea with her lips in Bernadettas ears, whimpering something. The way that Bernadettas face exploded with color, red rushing from cheek to cheer, as Dorothea continued whispering into her ears and rubbing her upper body against Bernadetta, a show that made Manulea quite aware of the ways that Dorothea was similar to her. 

All the while, Byleth stroked her shoulder, but with a motion that put Manuela in the mind of Masseuse who made sure that their clients left with a clear head and quite the unloaded balls! Manuela watched the scent, eyes unable to turn or divert from their course.

No, No, i-it can't be. Manuela felt her lips falling open as she watched as Dorothea brought her lips to Bernadettas neck, the sight of Byleth leaning into her other ear and whispering something that made Bernadettas eyes go wide with shock. Manuela only could imagine what it was as Bernadetta looked between the two, a look shared between the two women as if pleading to Bernadetta for water. 

With a relenting sigh, Bernadetta nodded her consent to the bouncing joy of Dorothea and the smile of Byleth. For a few moments, all three sets of eyes surveyed around them, Manuela having to duck her head back into her coffee a couple of times to avoid their sight. Manuela saw Dorotheas' hands come up and the sparkle of magic going through her fingers. A moment later, the sound in the room lessened, as if smothered by a thick blanket. It only took Manuela a moment to realize that Dorothea used Silence to cover their section. If I wasn't suspicious, I'd be proud of her ingenuity. 

It was only after being assured no one would see them or that they had the perception to notice someone seeing them, that they began. It was subtle, at least right now, but Manuela noticed that Bernadetta shuffled her body, her hips more specifically, arms down at her sides. 

Manuela found herself confused and even more so when the faces of Byleth and Dorothea became like hungry wolves, the meal in front of them mattering none to them as what was apparently in Bernadettas' lap. Dorotheas' hand slipped down, a look that would make a prostitute look conservative. Her lips came back to Bernadettas' ears, her arms began to move back and forth, rubbing and caressing whatever was under the table.

Whatever she was telling her, it was clearly having an effect as Bernadetta hunched over, a grunting mess letting out muffled sounds that, with the sound of the dining hall interactions and the spell on them, were privy to only the three of them. Manuela felt the fog of her mind, her hangover, and her decency lift as her cheek went wild with red as the conclusion came to her. 

Dorothea! You…You aren't, in public, but wouldn't that mean? Her head went to Byleth, boring into her as if trying to make her answer her through her mind. Unfortunately, Byleth decided to have her actions answered instead.

Her hands came down with Dorothea, the creamy hands diving beneath the table, the sight of her neck bulging with a sigh from touching Bernadetta as she gave her assistance to Dorothea, the two acting in tandem with their lewd actions, lips a near constantly on Bernadettas' face, acting like love sick girls with their stud!

Manuela didn't know if what was bubbling in her chest was disgust, shock, lust, or envy, but all she knew was that her body had been rooted to the spot by the ramble of questions that immediately came to mind. This isn't actually happening?! When did they all become a thing? Does Byleth not know the consequences of such behavior?! And why, on Sothis' Green Earth are they fingering her, right here?! 

Before Manuela could feel something like concern or rage at the sight, Byleth hands came up. The light being refracted into the hall by the stained glasses glisten the clear substance on her hands. Manuela felt like she was watching a public disgrace to poor innocent Bernadetta, and almost made to get up and at least make some of it stop only to see Byleth take her and Dorotheas plates, dishes of eggs, a fruit tart for Dorothea, and three skewers of meat for Byleth. 

Taking both dishes, balancing them in either hand as Dorothea vigorously pumped her hands back and forth, she lowered them down beneath the table. Manuela felt her heart stop at the sight as with only one more whisper into her ears, Byleths breath coming out in huffs of puffy steam.

Bernadetta let out a shudder as she grounded her head against the table, teeth grinding against each other. Her knuckles came down hard enough that despite the casting of silence, Manuela was sure she could hear the sound of them hitting the table.

Manuela watched as Dorothea and Byleth stayed in their positions. However, Dorothea lifting her eyes noticed that someone was coming, namely the young soon-to-be Empress of Adestria, Edlegard. Her face was in a type of furrowed frown. Dorothea, hand coming up in a quick flash, slick with clear liquids as Byleths' did, magic strummed from her fingers and suddenly, the room felt a bit more full.

Edelgard pounded her foot in front of the trio, her frown having transformed into a grin that she had to close her eyes in order to make it seem real. Face tight with teeth clenched between her smile, Edelgard looked down at the three. 

"Professor, Dorothea, Bernadetta." Her voice, proper and eloquent, never wavered even with a brow twitching the whole while.  Though, even from where Manuela was sitting, she could sense the unease that raged in the young Empress, which was a feat that Manuela believed only the worst beast of the land could accomplish. "You all are enjoying your breakfast, I see?" Edelgard decided to sit, her own food gracing the table.

Dorothea and Byleth gave smiles back, Dorotheas' being that of a minx with a new toy. 

"Oh, Edie. We were just having a little bit of girl talk. Me, Bernie, and the Professor were just trying to make a decision about what type of icing and sauces that we like to put on our food.” Edelgard observed Dorothea, her smile causing her nerves to stand up, her eyes wafting to the table noting that only one plate was there.

“I do not see any food on your table, to speak of.” Edelgard observed, her face matching the deadpan response that left her lips. Manuela could feel the way that the smiles on Dorothea and Byleth became predatory and unabashed, gleeful, willing to show exactly what they meant. Manuela noted that Bernadetta tried to look at Edelgard, and if she was a betting woman, she could imagine the look of apology over Bernadettas’ face, a bitten lip with eyes attempting to apologize. Though if the lip was from shame or ecstasy, even her imagination couldn’t answer for her.

“Right you are, Edelgard.” Byleth responded, arms moving from underneath the table. “Here they are.”

Manuela had witnessed all of the event, so she was expecting the two dishes to be covered in newly glistening juices, ones that could be simply excused as the shine of the liquid of the meat from frying and cooking, and the liquid of the fruit tart draining from the tasty treat. When they came back up, however, Manuelas’  body lurched along with her eyes as she observed the dishes. For now, the two of them were covered in what Manuela could only describe as the thickest and chunky icing she had ever seen!

Manuela watched as both of the dishes were now drowning in it. The fruit tart was originally a beautiful looking thing, a mixture of strawberries, kiwis, and peaches that circled the center of the pie crust that they sat in, a well organized dance of a pastry that was crafted., topped with berries of several colors, most prominently purple. 

Now, it was topped with a glaze of white, one that looked like it would take effort to lift, much less chew, much less swallow! At the very least, it looked somewhat like it belonged there, as something of a whipped cream, an extremely, extremely , thick whip cream! 

As far as the meat skewers, such distinction was far and away the opposite. The things were drenched in the off-white, almost yellow sauce, draped over them as if like a sauce that was slathered across them, the weight of it causing them to be displaced from their early alignment. 

The sight of the both dishes made for a torrent display of culinary malpractice, one that didn't seem to upset Dorothea or Byleth in the slightest, as with a gentle placing of both dishes to their respective owners, Dorothea taking a fork and scooping a piece of the tart that was caked in the new icing, Byleth taking a skewer, dropped their respective foods into their mouths. 

Manuela felt her eyes shift to Edelgard, and saw that her face replicating hers: eyes open and widening, bleached blonde eyebrows vanishing into matching hair, and a..confused wasn’t the word, worried might be the better one, though the longer she watched them, the longer the look became more accusatory, one corner of her mouth struggling to now come upturned and grimacing at the sight, years of political training being her saving grace. 

Byleth, to her credit, didn’t really do anything out of the norm while she ate the skewers. While she did allow her tongue to scoop and lap up the excess that would fall from it, she would simply allow it to approach her mouth, a bite here and there, savoring the meat as well as the unidentified glaze. 

“Dorothea, what do you think? I believe this is an excellent sauce to add to any dish.” Byleth spoke calmly, though some of the thick white stuff was still on her lips, a thick smattering of it at the corner, her tongue sliding around to lick it off. 

At least Manuela could say that she was being somewhat in control. When Dorothea would bring the fork to her mouth, she would engulf the entirety of her portion that she picked, allowing the white cream to splatter upon her face. Her lips would smack and slather the cream around, allowing it to fall from her mouth in rivers from the corners and even land on the front of her vest. It was only after doing so for the second time, that she responded. 

“Oh, Byleth~! This is so delicious. It’s so thick and nice and filling. Every time I have some, it clings to the back of my throat like a jelly, but still goes down smooth with all of the fruits in my tart. So tasty and creamy!” Manuela could feel the heat emerging on Edelgards face, mostly because hers was starting to mirror her. In fact, Manuela became shocked when Edelgard legs began to shuffle a bit. D-Does she know?! Manuela was beginning to try and unravel this puzzle in her mind.

She barely had time to think as Dorothea scooped up another piece of the tart, the "cream" at this point looking as if it's hardening and attempting to solidify. Moving it towards Edelgard, the platinum haired girl taking on a shocked expression. "Want some, Edie?"

The answer came in her face: instantly incensed by the offer. 

"That’s quite alright." Edelgard warbler out, a clear dislike of the situation playing on her face. Taking a few steps back, her eyes making her next decision clear, she gave a polite bow. "I will speak to you all at a different time." Edelgard turned and her feet shuffled after the other, desperate to not appear as if she kowtow to the offer. She simply wanted to get back to her food, that was all.

Dorothea let out a chuckle, her eyes lidding in laughter as Bernadetta gave her a gentle smack somewhere beneath the table, an action that made her face open with an O shape for a mouth. While she was sure it was more to punish her, Manuela found that what it did was entice a lewd yelp from her, taut with desire and need.

 However, as Dorothea brought her head down and tried to look forward, her and Manuelas’ eyes met. Just as last night, suddenly, Manuela felt much smaller than she should, for a nearly 35 year old woman. Dorotheas’ arm moved with a lifeless pull, touching Bernadettas’ shoulders, prying her attention from Byleth, who she was critiquing for continuing to just eat the skewers like nothing happened. 

All she saw was the coattails of Manuela leaving and could feel her mouth dropping into a gape.

Manuelas' room was about as much of a mess as its owner. Her bed was directly and immediately there after you opened the door, a dark teal covering that matched her clothes on the mattress, held in a wooden frame. Cobblestone and wood lined the walls, the floor matching the tiles of the church grounds. A mirror that sat in the far corner of the room observed as Manuela crossed and paced the floor of her room.

Okay, Manuela. Calm down. Take a breath, do re me so fa la ti do, do re me. I mean, sure, there's a lot of questions to answer. When did this start? Who started it? Why does it include a teacher? Most importantly, just what was the fucking stuff on their food?!

Manuela couldn't get the image out of her head. The weighty creamy stuff that threatened to goop off of the food and cover the enitery plate! Manuela was ashamed to admit that every time she looked at it, a desire to taste it touched on her lips. Her imagination could feel it climb its way down her throat, looking as if it would clog it with a spoonful of it. Her head shook the thoughts away, realizing that there were only a few answers and not one of them was pleasing. 

Her mind rambled and turned so much, the sound of the door being rapped against caused her shoulders to jump up from her body. She gave the door an incredulous look. Who in the hells is deciding that now is a good time to talk to me?! Manuela received the answer with the meek yet stable voice coming from the other side.

"Professor Manuela, it’s me….Bernadetta." 

Manuela heard her voice and merely eyed the door, an owlish expression on her face. No, that was not happening this quickly! Perhaps she can help dumb..or better yet drunk! Her status, for once, showing her some usefulness, she let her body lean against the wall. Got to get in character. Thank you, years on the stage!

"Oh, Bernadetta", Manuela slurred, letting her tongue barely meet the roof of her mouth, "is that you, sweetheart?" Manuela, despite the situation, couldn't help but suppress a giggle at actually doing this.

"Manuela…are you still hungover?" Bernadetta voiced her concerns, hands gently against the door now. She's buying it! "Did you have a bad night? Do you need something ?" Oh shit, She's buying it!

Manuela cursed to herself. Why, of all times, did she have to get someone who was actually willing to deal with her drunken antics?! Deciding that doubling down was her best bet, she let her body hit against the door, a low moan of pain fibbed to sell it. 

"You could say that, dear. I tried to get rid of it this morning. but it has been quite the ordeal. Perhaps you can talk at a later date." Cover your bases, give her an out.

"I know some teas that might help. Can I come in?"

Damn your kindness to the hells! Manuela seethe in her mind, trying to desperately find a way out of this conversation, but then Bernadetta decided to pull the best card you could on Manuela: her heart.

"Manuela…are you mad at us?" Manuela felt the hurt mumble from her voice against the door, as Bernadetta figured part of her game out. "Please, you have to understand, they didn't do anything. It's…it's me. I have this thing ", Manuela shook at the aggression in that word, "and it was great, felt amazing to have someone who helps me with it, but I won't allow them to be in trouble for it."

Manuela let Bernadetta speak to the door, her face hollowing out at hearing Bernadetta speak of herself. "You don't need to bring them into this", Manuela could feel the wavering in her voice, despite her continuing on. "I'll take responsibility for it."

"And just what are you taking responsibility for", Manuela inquired, her voice clearing, the act dropped. "From what I saw, it appears that a relationship between three young women, one of whom is your teacher, has formed." Manuela didn't exactly mean for her voice to harden like it did, but the evidence pulled it out of her. "Now. how would you expect someone to react to that?" Manuela heard increased breathing on the other side. and almost made for her hand to reach the door.

"Professor Manuela, you have to understand." Manuela felt frustrated with that word and with a raised voice, demanded to know exactly what she needed to understand. She heard Bernadetta take a breath that lasted nine seconds and exhaled for six and spoke with as much calmness as she had.

"Please, open the door and I'll show you." Manuela raised an eyebrow at the firmness of that voice. Determined like she had a plan, and Manuela didn't like it. Still, this was Bernadetta, the girl didn't have an evil bone in her body. As such, Manuela finally let the click of the locks tumble as she let the door open. There, Bernadetta stood, arms at her side, Manuela noting that her knuckles looked even whiter than usual as they dug into her hand.

As she moved to allow the smaller girl to enter her room, the feeling she had from standing outside that door carpeted her once again, centered now on the girl. As she let the room door close, she examined the girl up and down. Bernadetta clutched the hem of her skirt, although she did keep her eyes centered dead on Manuelas'. Manuelas' arms crossed over her ample chest, the bounce and wobble of them unknowingly making the next part easier. 

"Alright, Bernadetta, what is this thing?" Manuela attempted to entertain her. All of the collection of composure  left as she saw Bernadettas' skirt lifting. "Bernadetta, what are you doing?!" Manuela pulled them back down, hands catching Bernadettas. However, what this also did was push the breasts that were wobbling more into Bernadettas' face, causing a stir in her pants that began to pitch out in a tent. "Now I don't know what Byleth or Dorothea have you do, but I'm not a person who will take advantage of a young girl in distress!" Manuela removed her hands, looking down at Bernadetta. 

"Now, you have one last time, dear: what is this-" Her voice was clear to make a final ultimatum but she found her eyes moving just south enough to look down…and see Bernadettas' skirt. Any and all momentum she gained screeched to a halt in that moment. For staring back up at her was an encroaching titan of a tent that extended out from her skirt and caused it to feel the thing, allowing the shorts underneath to poke out. Manuelas’ eyes became pinpricks as she observed this thing. “What?:, her lips whispered, unable to believe her eyes.

“Here, I’ll show you the rest.” Bernadettas’ hands moved with ease, thumbs in the shorts and skirt with such a relaxed assurance, Manuela would later wonder if she had gotten used to pulling them out on command. Still, when they hit the floor, Manuela felt her breath hitch in her throat. The thing that was pitching the tent in her pants were, by far, some of the most delicious and powerful looking cockmeat Manuela had ever gotten her eyes on. 

The cock shot up, the tip already leaking an impressive bead of precum as it dripped upon the cobble floor, a flat splat resulting from every drop. Said tip ended at where her stomach met her chest and bobbed a bit. Veins like angry and coiling snakes wrapped around it and eventually extended down to her crotch, leading to the wondrous balls that glistened with what Manuela could only believe was sweat, the musk in the air forming within just seconds of her cock being free.

And what a musk it was! Manuela felt faint just from a whiff of the stuff, feeling as though her brain was being utterly rutted and fucked into a harlots cumaddled brain just from a sniff of the potent cum in those nutbases and how she would- Get a hold of yourself, Manuela! You have to stop this relationship and what's happening here! As she looked at the cock in front of her, a devious plan formed in her own mind. Without knowing it, Manuela had already fallen under the spell of the Bernie Bear Cock and her mind was already turning flips to justify her next actions! 

“Well, t-that certainly explains some things.” Even as she realized a plan to have some fun help Bernadetta with such a wondrous thing, Manuela was still a woman and being in the presence of such powerful, bitchbreaking, woman destroying meat was something that even the most seasoned pussy would have a tough time from falling to her knees and finding a way to plead for just a delicious slurp of the baby batter that hung in her nuts. Still, Manuela had standards after all. Maybe after she had her time with her, Bernadetta could possibly sample her loins go on her merry way!

“...Now you see.” Bernadetta whispered, almost a whimper as she allowed her cock to bob freely and without restraint. “This…fucking cock”, it actually made Manuela jump to hit Bernadetta swear as hard as she did, “is a problem for me and Byleth and Dorothea have been…helping me with it.” Bernadetta attempted to fight down a blush with that admittance, but the red on her face was undeniable. “It’s…a part of me, whether or not I like it. So, please understand that they were just doing what they could do to help me.” Bernadetta made note to not mention the utter depravity that happened in her room most nights now, but that wasn’t for Manuelas’ ears. “So please, blame me!”

Manuelas’ eyes had never left the hulking mass of meat that hung from Bernadettas’ leg, and felt something wet at the corner of her lips as she came back to reality for a moment. Bernadetta blaming herself? Why, it wasn’t her fault that she was blessed with such a thing, only a cruel person would convince her that she was cursed in any way! Manuelas’ mind came to a stop as she realized just how she was going to get that dick help Bernadetta was staring her right in the face. Forgive me, Bernadetta, I'll make this right in just a moment.

“....You’re right.” Manuela let out in a huff of exasperated air, barely pushing down the shudder that came from inhaling the musk of Bernadetta once again. “Having such a… thick monster ”, Manuela didn’t miss the flinch Bernadetta had at those words, “attached to you has to mean that you have had difficulties around other classmates, even with your recent confidence, am I right?” 

 Manuelas’ heels tapped against the stone floor as she strolled to the small girl. Finally in front of her, her eyes betrayed her as they shone with the lust of a woman in need of a studs’ dicking as she realized that Bernadettas’ cock would be perfectly placed right at her womb in she thrusted into her from this spot! Patience, Manuela, patience! You are helping a patient, not attempting to seduce a young girl like some back alley street sow! 

Bernadetta kept her head low, a small head nod the only affirmation that she was willing to give to Manuela. “Well, then, let me take a look at it, dear.” Bernadettas’ head couldn't have swung faster up, gray eyes drowning in the shock of it. “Oh, dear, you, along with most, forget: I’m also one of the best healers here, alongside being the residential nurse. Honestly, you should’ve come to me sooner than later.” I could’ve been having a wondrous time with her helping Bernadetta with her issues much sooner! 

Bringing her hands up, enough that Bernadetta saw she wasn’t just going for grabs, she pointed towards her bed. “Please, take a sit. I may not have all of my equipment, but examining this should be”, Manuela failed to suppress the hot breath that escaped her or the squeeze in her legs, “ quite easy .” 

Bernadetta, at this point, wasn’t exactly ignorant of a woman realizing the hidden depths of her sluttiness and having her mind be slowly broken by it, turning into a cock hungry wanton fuckpig. Still, she hoped that Manuela might be able to resist, and as such, took a seat on the bed, the teal cover soft underneath her cute bubble butt. 

Manuela brought herself over, and was able to convince herself to not sink to the floor but sit on the bed beside Bernadetta. Taking her hand, she took the shaft of her cock and by Sothis, it was like holding a damn lit matchstick! Doing her best to keep her appearance of the school nurse up, she attempted to buffer the clear desire in her voice out before she even spoke.

"Well, it's a-a very healthy thing, that's quite for sure." Manuela felt her hand rubbing the cock up and down, the warmth and musk of the skin coating her mind just from being near it! "Now, let me just make sure it's nice and ready to su-, I mean, give further examination to."

Bernadetta felt her own arousal begin to arise and shoot through all of her nerves. all caused by the thought of what might happen. As she observed Manuela, the traits were already set in place: her eyes were like pin pricks and her hand shook with restraints as she stroked her meat, her breath was already heavy and gasping, attempting to catch more of the musk in her lungs, her breasts heaved and wobbled as she unconsciously shook them. It was at all of these that Bernadetta got an idea.

This…cock of hers was something that annoyed at least, and at the best of times, drove her into a frenzy for pussy like that of a heat lion! Now, that would be cause for alarm, in most cases,  except she had Manuela here, and Bernadetta wasn't mean enough to repeat it,she had a reputation. If she could just…give Manuela a reason not to report her. 

Sure, it was more than a bit underhanded, using her bitch stick for this, but at the least, it would give her time to figure something else out. Determination setting aside the lust in her eyes, she made to look at Manuela, putting on her best pleading look. "Manuela," she let the need that she was feeling overpower her restraint and logic.  

Manuela more felt that sound than heard it, the feeling of Bernadettas' lust running along her back. Manuela decided to meet her eyes and in an instance, found herself excited and horny frightened at the eyes looking back at her. They were the eyes of a barely contained fuckbeast who found its newest prey and was ready to pounce on the tasty and fuckable meat! Manuela swore that her body was actually clutching in a mini orgasm just from being in the center of those eyes! "Please, can you use something warmer?❤️ It's hurting so much." Bernadettas’ voice let out a girlish whine, her throbbing monster of a battering ram contrasting the tone. 

Manuela felt her mind crumbling, she could feel the subby bitch in her attempting. to take hold. She knew she had no chance against it, that if she allowed this to continue, she would disgrace her own womanhood by allowing some barely legal teen to take her for a lover! Manuela had to fight back the only way that she still had.

"O-of course, dear. Let me just..adjust for you." Manuela didn't even try to pretend like she was completely ready to betray any and all principles of teaching and womanhood for a taste of that raging fuckpipe! She raised her ass up from the bed. the two globes of assmeat busting against the confines of her dress.

SMACK! 

Manuelas' knees buckled as she felt Bernadettas' hand meet her ass. She was off balance and a tiny trail.of something clear flew down her leg. A look of embarrassed outrage across her face and shot a glare back at Bernadetta, her face quivering from the pain and pleasure. Bernadetta, for her part, tried to look guilty but found it near impossible with wondrous milf ass right in her face, the small yet firm clap sounding right next to her ears.

Refusing to allow Bernadetta the satisfaction of breaking her with just a slap to her behind, Manuela sunk to her knees, falling between Bernadettas leg. The girth and size of her cock was enough that Manulea found when she placed the two side by side, the thickness was almost that of her arm! She felt every part of her whimper and was cowed by the sight of her cock, the large shadow covering her face in the newday sun.

 Dorothea and Byeltb please this monster?  How, how are they able to stay sane and not turn into absolute ball worshiping sluts? How do they stay sane and not simply drop to their knees and offer their wet pussies every time that she walks towards them? Her cum must be so fertile, so potent, I can smell it wiggling in her fucking balls! Oh Sothis, was that what they were eating? Swallowing her sperms, her fuckcream down like it was the nectar of the fucking goddess herself, what the fuck is it going to do to me with I taste it? When I swallow it? When I gurgle it around in my mouth, letting it cling and stick to every corner of my mouth till I almost fucking drown in the thick ballslop that she feeds to me cause I’m a  perverted disgusting nurse that so desperate for dick I’ll become the slut of a young girl half my age just to have my womb scratched by a piece of gargantuan woman slaying, bitch making, songtress taming- 

A clearing of a throat brought Manuela back to her newest duty, if the way that Bernadetta was looking down at her was any indication. Furrowed brows that attempted to temper the raging futastud within, teeth gritted behind lips in a thin line. “Please, Manuela, can you…” she trailed off, attempting to tone her voice politely but with need. 

“Of course, dear.” Manuela meekly replied, their roles reversed completely. As such, her hands moved up to the straps that held her dress on her shoulders, unclasping them from the ring that they hung from on her choker. When they finally unclasped, it gave way to her most notable treasure and feature: mountains of titflesh that hung from her chest! Manuela cupped them with her own hands, the flesh bobbing as she did. 

Crawling towards Bernadetta, she finally put her massive sweater stretchers to good work. Setting both of them in her lap, Manuela cupped her chest around the shaft of Bernadettas', the heat of it almost searing her as both of them collapsed around it. Manuela felt her pussy drip as she realized that the tip of the raging beast was able to escape her cleavage with plenty of room and shaft to spare! Bernadettas' groan of satisfaction and excitement shouldn't have made Manuela as happy as it did, but her body responded before her mind, eagerly taking both in a hand and alternating her as she stroked her new favorite cock with her tits! 

Bernadetta had been given them before by Dorothea and Byleth, but this was something different entirely! The firm weight of her tits felt like it could batter around even a stud rod like her cock. Her nipples were shiny pink, hard nubs that would meet her skin with some of the strokes and tease her. Manuela cooed as she felt the young girl quake at her jug based assault. A nicely made stud but one has to do more to take me! 

"Mhhmm~, poor little Bernadetta. Forced to deal with such an bothersome growth and nothing to help give you relief for all those years, and then surrounded by such fine delicacies of women? No wonder you were so fitting to burst!❤️" Manuela cooed as she let her breasts smacked and shake the cock back and forth. Bernadetta gritted her teeth, a new challenge in front of her. She knew that Manuela was breaking already, her eyes so focused on the stiff thing, that drool fell from the corner of her mouth unrestricted. 

No, the challenge was nor to break with her! Bernadetta felt her own hips begin to buck and rut between Manuelas' breasts, surprising the older woman at the strength. A grunt that blew air from Bernadettas nose sounded as she gripped the bed, thrusting into Manuelas boobpussy, the sticking sound of her precum dribbling her flesh resounding in the room! Her hips rocked the very bed she was on, the sounds of her rut lust feeling her mind.

Manuela, for her part, was beginning to understand just how Bernadetta was able to snatch two ladies that had such independence and turn them into a pair of whores that hung off her arm like clingy girlfriends! As Bernadetta thrusted, her cocktip would push far enough that it was meeting Manuela face, more specifically her lips and nostrils. Therefore, she was introduced and assaulted by the smell and sight of her bubbling precum.

And what a smell! Her mouth watered as she felt the liquid drip and slather itself on her breast, a bead of it constantly appearing with every thrust. The smell raped her mind, some of the final barriers between her submission finally leaving. Just a little kiss, a taste wont hurt, right? Her lips fixed to give the taste just a kiss, drabble her lips upon it. One couldn't' hurt, could it💕? 

When Manuela felt her lips touch the head, she was amazed that she only made a slight noise that sounded like she was kissing a lover home from war. Her lips smother the tip, her tongue lapping at the bead of precum, alongside the thick costing of juices along the cock! "Mwah💕! Mwah💕! Mwah💕! Oh, Bernadetta, you poor, Mwah💕, thing! Having this wondrous thing and having to control it without any mouths or warm pussies. Mwah💕, I understand now, dear. You need even more than Byleth and Dorothea, you need a mature and practiced hand." Orange lipstick marks littered her cock, a string of saliva and pre extending from it to Manuelas' lips. She adjusted so that the head now banged on her lips, demanding entry. "Let this old lady show you a trick or two."

SCHLURP! 

Bernadetta felt her ass tighten as Manuela devoured her cock into her throat. The warmth of her firm breasts didn’t leave but it was now met with an almost needy bobbing of Manuelas’ head, forcing her own face into Bernadettas’ pubes with each dive. Manuela didn’t attempt to keep some semblance of control, head bouncing with a ferocity Bernadetta could only hope to control! True is, only Byleth could handle deepthroating her, she had tried Dorothea but the poor girl passes out from cumming too much and leaves Bernadetta just her throat without any of her movement. She still cums but it's’ no fun if Dorothea isn’t enjoying it too! 

On that front, Berndaetta could certainly vouch for the fact that Manuela had taken her breaking by the horns and drove herself face front into it. Every time her face would bounce to the tip of Bernadettas’ fuckpipe, her eyes would meet Berndaettas’, abound in lust and need, demanding a sample of what Byleth and Dorthea got earlier.

Come on, Come on, COME ON💕! You want relief? You aren’t going to get much better relief than one of the best throatpussies this side of Enbarr! I want to taste that fucking cockcream that you let those whores eat! Drown me in it, and fucking claim my throat like the fucking stud you are, dear! Oh, how long has it been since I got to have a cock that actually satisfied me? And she hasn’t even been in my actual pussy 💞! Go on, Bernadetta, give this naughty nurse all of the backed up nut swimmers you fucking can! 

GLRK! GLRK! GLRK! 

Manuela doubled her efforts, believing that if she was going to give up, and just become the throat cock sleeve of a little girl, then damnit, she was going to get her fucking reward out of it. And in this instance, that reward was that big, cum thirst quenching, womb throbbing, pussy wetting cum that was puffing and squirming in her fucking nuts at this moment. She wanted that cum, no, fuck it, she needed that cum in her stomach! 

Bernadetta was all too happy to oblige. 

"Manuela, I'm cumming, cumming, fucking-", the rest of the sentence was nothing by a short roar and shout that reached up through her lungs. Manuela felt her head slam deep into the waist of Bernadetta, hands forcing her deep. Her eyes almost rolled back as she finally felt seen traveling down her throat. Just as Dorothea had said, jelly thick and cream like fuckbatter shot from her angry slit, attempting to claim every square inch of her mouth. The strength of each other almost made her gag, clogging her way to breath. Each shot went sliding down her gullet as she forced her throat to swallow every bit. Eventually, the amount became so much that when the cum couldn't escape the seal of her mouth, Manuela felt a shot of semen escape from her both of her nostrils, her very air only smelling of futanut.

Feeling her lungs screaming for air, she pulled back, grateful that her stud  Bernadetta let her pull back, a strong of cum and saliva attacking her face to Bernadetta. When she was freely free, she examined the load in her mouth. It was thick enough that her tongue was able to circle around it while it was in her mouth, like a solid log of babymaker. Still, with enough pressures, her tongue slide through it, back and forth, enjoying the sensation of gurgling cum in her mouth. Her lips closed and bumps emerged in her throat as she swallowed, a huff leaving her as she finished.

"Such an earthy taste and decant too, mhhm. A girl could get addicted to it, but I guess you already know that", Manuela panted, a hand on her breasts, willing herself back from the brink of ecstasy induced insanity. Turning her head, she observed that Bernadetta was keeping her in the center of her eyes. 

If she was in her mind, she would know that Bernadetta was examining how her hair flowed and how her eyes went with the color of her eyes, a type of Hazel. The way that her hair curled and was tucked behind her head. In a word, how fucking good looking she was!

Manuela, however, found that Bernadettas eyes were more of judgment: a teacher on her knees, cum and semen caking her face, and all done by a student. A nice collection of shame, huh? With as much grace as she could gather, she stood up, ignoring the pain in her knees.

"Listen, Bernadetta, what happened in here stays in here. I don't know how Byleth feels, but being known as the drunk is already a heavy hat." She began to open the door, deciding that when Bernadetta was gone, she could start her pity parrot early. "So if you could please take your leave, it would be greatly apper-"

SLAM! 

The door slammed shut, and Manuela found herself tapped between two arms, slight yet firmly toned. Her eyes turned down at the sudden change and saw that Bernadetta had either of arms impending her from moving, and her back against the now closed door. A well of confusion came up in her at the action. That was till she saw Bernadettas' eye lock on her.

To say that Bernadetta had a look of fire and hunger in her eyes would be an understatement. Manuela felt like she was staring down a bull in the middle of making seasoned and she was the dirty sow it was looking to breed! Her cheeks became red once more and suddenly, she felt a bit too close to the purple haired girl.

"You know, Manuela", Bernadetta whispered, allowing the sound to amble to her ears, "You took good care of me." A gentle hand found the inside of the lush teachers' thighs, a firm stroke going along it, enough to relight the heat in Manuelas' stomach. "It wouldn't be good manners for me to do nothing, right?" Bernadetta wasted no more breath and latched her lips on one of Manuelas nipples.

Manuela wanted to say she let out a moan, a groan, anything other than the girlish squeal that left her lips as she was assaulted by Bernadettas' mouth and hand, slowly inching it way up her dress. 

"B-Bernadetta, wait, wait, this is is, ohh Sothis above, you have to stop! I already helped you and now we need to, oh not so hard, I'm sensitive💓!" Manuela sounded more like a schoolgirl dealing with her bull of a lover than a grown woman, raging on the scent of wet pussy and fertile wombs Bernadetta hand found her panties, a black thong that bisected her legs, and gave a slight pet, enjoying the ways her legs tried to close around them.

"I don't think so, I have a beautiful woman in front of me, and I can see she's in need of service." Bernadetta felt a smirk on her lips when Manuelas' pussyjuices became even faster at the mention of her being beautiful. An idea for later. " Come on, Manuela, let me do this for you."

Manuela struggled between a face of panic and a face of desire. She couldn't go any further, this was too much for her. Yet, the way that Bernadettas eyes looked at her, the genuine need for her in her eyes. Manuela blushed in a way that she could only feel was reserved for intimacy.

"I-If you insist~."

"Manuela, are you well in there?" The head priestess and the leader of the Church, Rhea, rapped her knuckles against Manuelas' door. The high matron of the church let a discouraged look work itself across her face. Manuela was a bit of a…eccentric taste of person, but Rhea, after years of sycophants and smiles that never quite reach the eyes of the people, she was more than happy to be with someone who was more than a little out there. Besides, contrary to belief, Rhea likes the drink too. Wine, yes, and she certainly had more moderation than Manuela, but she was not one to judge on that. 

Still, when she was not greeted that afternoon with Manuelas’ presence in the garden, she found herself immediately heading back to her room, and upon knuckles hitting the door, was greeted with a high pitched scream of shock.

“R-Rhea, what are you doing here?” Manuela demanded, the sound of her bouncing against the door resounding. Rheas’ face became that of worry, softening eyes as she stepped closer to the door.

“I heard something in there, are you alright?” Oh, if only she knew. Right now, Manuela was not alright, she was being ravaged by this absolute beast that had the audacity to dress as a student in the monastery! Her back was against the door, a hand over her mouth as she attempted to keep herself intact. However, her lower extremities no longer belonged to her, as one of her legs was straddled on the shoulder of Bernadetta as the younger girl used her tongue to make Manuela see stars! 

Her purple curls shook with the movement of her head as her mouth dove more into her wet pussy. Her lips and teeth kissed and pranced around the edges of Manueals’ pussy, the outer lips of her being more of a dark red color that Bernadetta honestly wanted to bite, but thought better of. She would tease the outer sides with her tongue, tracing around it, the shudders of Manuela on her shoulders her compass in this navigation. She purposefully avoided her tongue even reaching or touching the nub that was showing at the top, only the tip of her tongue ever coming close. When Manuela would buck at her face, she would smile, and go back to kissing the inner parts of her thighs and the areas between her thighs and where her pussy laid.

“E-Everyhting is finEEE, Rhea!” Rhea, please help me💕! This pussy eating beast is breaking my mind with her fucking tongue! Have Byleth and Dorothea been fucking training her to eat women like this, devour their pussies and make them go so weak in the knees that they just offer up their pussies like brain dead fucktoys💞? Rhea, I was in over my head, save me, this is going to end with me becoming Bernadettas’ woman! SAVE ME BEFORE I LEARN TO SEE HER AS MY LOVER AND OFFER MY PUSSY TO HER AS A SIGN OF OBEDIENCE LIKE A BROKEN BITCH! Unfortunately for Manueal, Berndaetta had decided that she could do more. Her other arm snaked Manuelas’ standing leg over her other shoulder, leaving Manuela suspended only by Bernadettas’ shoulders. “I’m- I’m’ sorry I couldn’t make our tea time. Grading papers and practicing for, ahh, ahh, rehearsal has simply taken it out of me, so I think we should MMPMPH!” Manuela covered her mouth as Bernadetta pressed her attack, placing her tongue right at her entrance and with her lips offering her access, diving right in. 

Bernadetta enjoyed how Manuelas eyes nearly bulged out of her head as she screamed into her hand, Bernadetta letting her examine every inch of Manuelas' fuck canal. Her tongue ran over a spot that was nice and bumpy, Manuelas walls attempting to close around her tongue from how hard they were crashing together. When she pulled back from it, her fingers would race to go back and enter Manuela, her cunt already slick from her administrations with her tongue. Her two foremost fingers would rub and pet that spot whilst her mouth sucked and tickled that little nub that continued to poke out of her brown pubic hairs. 

Rhea, to the shock of most, had a little pink crusting on her face. Yes, despite some of their more literal policies, head of a conservative church she was. That didn't mean that Rhea hadn't taken a partner once or twice in her life and was therefore privy to the knowledge of what a woman having her soul ripped out of her pussy sounded like! Her face transformed, eyebrows arching nervously and a smile that could only be described as nervous came over her face. 

"Manuela, I can see you have…pri9r obligations. Please, come find me after you're done. We will have much to discuss", Rhea announced, the now unimpeded moans flowed. She actually chuckled as she stepped away. How, the sandal Manuela will have to tell her!

If Rhea had waited for a few more minutes, she would've been given quite the treat for her ears! As soon as she began to leave, Bernadetta attached her lips and finally let her tongue reach and play with Manuelas' clit, a sharp flick behind and forth! Bernadetta received an assessment of her work with Manuela digging her nails into the scalp of the purple haired girl, a pressure unfurling inside of her.

" CUMMING, CUMMING, OH YOU FUCKING RAVAGING PUSSY BEAST, BERNADETTA, I'M CUMMING❤️! HOW IS A GIRL HALF MY AGE MAKING ME CUM SO DAMN GOOD?!! TONGUE MY BRAINS OUT OF MY HEAD, YOU MAESTRO! MY SONGTRESS PUSSY IS GIVING UP TO YOUR TONGUE, PLEASE DONT FUCKING STOP GIVING YOUR TONGUE, YOU FUTA STUD ! "

Manuelas' soliloquy was followed with a liquid of fresh pussyjuices meeting the young futas' tongue, tongue deep enough to feel Manuelas' muscle clenching and the juices expelling into her face. She felt some of her hair pulling from her head in Manuelas hands, but took it more as a sign of her success, continuing to let her ride her shoulders as she came.

Bernadetta was only willing to let her down once her thighs stopped shivering. Letting one of her legs fall back to the ground, one of her heels  sliding from  her feet to the ground, she didn't give her time to relax. Bouncing herself to her full height, she took Manuela, stumbling legs and all, to her bed, letting her fall to it. 

By the time she was aware, she merely saw Bernadetta atop her, hands on either side of her head, and gray taking in gold as they shared a stare. Bernadettas' lips  turned into a smile as Manuelas eyes played between denial and pleading, wanting to be taken so fully, so completely. Bernadettas' hands, for the first time that day, shook a bit as she brought her hand to Manuleas' face, caressing the cheek with gentle strokes.

"Now, Now, Manuela, I said I was going to serve you and I mean, full service." Bernadetta let her eyes drop down to the area between them, Manuela following. She saw how that log of meat that Bernadetta called a cock hovered over her pussy, ready to plunge. "All I need to hear is you say it: tell me how much you want this and I'll give you all I've got." 

Manuela could've said no, could've found her principles once again, and decided that she couldn't do this. But this attention, this desire for her, it was so intoxicating, a drink that sat in her stomach better than any alcohol. 

"Take me, Bernadetta." Bringing her arms around her neck, she allowed her body to submit, her pussy lips quivering and ready to receive the brutal fucking she was destined for. "Fuck me till I'm your whore."

Bernadetta smiled at that, though she gave a puff of air from her lips as she took in Manuelas' words.

"A whore? I don't think so. Cause today," Bernadetta brought her face close to Manuelas and whispered to her. "I'm gonna fuck a beautiful songtress."

SCHLORP! 

To say that Bernadetta pounded into Manuela would be the grossest understatement of the century! Manuelas wail of pleasure resounded into her room as Bernadetta forced her into a brutal mating press, her balls colliding with her ass with every pussy hungry plunge. Bernadettas head laid in her cleavage, suckling and biting every inch of her breast. Her lips latched to her nipples and sucked, Manuela squealed as the sensitivity of her nipples and pussy being attacked at once ripped another orgasm from her, the sound of her juices mixing with Bernadettas’ cock making a nasty sound in the air.

PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!

As Bernadetta observed Manuela, mouth leaving her chest for a moment to gaze at the woman as her mouth hung open and wide, she smirked and sp[ke down to her.

"You know, Manuela, I noticed something about you." Bernadetta remarked, her hips bouncing against Manuelas' in such a way, that the bed beneath them creaked and groaned from her pushing herself deeper and deeper into Manuelas’s womb, attempting to breed her with her fierce strokes! Manuela had to try and gather the breath needed to speak again, all other air given to her screaming.

“And w-what that’s?” Manuela shot back, clearly just holding on for near life as her guts were rearranged into being Bernadettas’ personal cumdumpster! The look in Bernadettas’ eyes certainly didn’t make her feel any safer.

“You like being called beautiful, don’t you?” Manuela felt her lips purse as Bernadetta continued. “When I call you beautiful, wonderful, or just a hot piece of ass, you seem to tighten up.” As if to confirm, Bernadetta felt the tight walls that already threatened to suck her cock into her womb clench even harder. “You like being praised, do you?” Berndaetta stroked a hand over her face, gentle and firm. “A beautiful lady like you deserves it, you know.” 

"S-So what? Anyone would feel tight around this fucking wombbuster that you call a dick! It's so fucking huge💕!"Manuela felt some part of her wanting to deny what Bernadetta was saying. but between her pussy screaming in ecstasy at the fullness of cock that was in her, the gentleness that Bernadetta was imposing on her, and her emotional state, honesty rumbled from her mouth.

"No, it's different from you, Manuela." Bernadetta remarked, grinding her cock into her, gaining a whimpering moan of pleading as she refused to continue with her dick piledriving. "You like it alot. So, I'm going to do this: For every honest answer, I go faster", Bernadetta thrustdd her hips up and down, reaching Manuelas womb and etching her moans into the ceiling. "Lie even one, though, I pull all the way out of you." Manuelas eyes went wide, irises pinpricks in a sea of white. N-No dick? She can't be serious. That would be too cruel!

"Fine, we can play this game." Manuela responded.

"Great, question one: why are you so sensitive and easy to please when I call you pretty?" Manuela already felt like deceiving her with any words she could. but the throb in her guts was driving her wild and she couldn't deny it. Her eyes darted away from Bernadettas, embarrassment filling them. 

"....Because it makes me feel happy, okay?" Manuela expected to be hounded right after that, but was met instead with the promised reward of Bernadetta beginning to rub her cock into her, teasing her lowering womb with the promise of a ravaging. "Oh, Bernadetta, please."

"Keep being honest and I will. So, if it makes you happy, do you like me saying them? Why don't you ask me to say it more?" Manuela didn't answer merely, hoping that she would have mercy on her. Yet, she felt Bernadettas' cock leaving her and she couldn't have that.

"I get embarrassed about you calling me beautiful and lovely💕!" Manuela was going out now, the excitement of admitting that of all things, being called a beautiful woman made her cum like a bitch, her cock penetrating her womb, the exhausting amount of time Bernadetta had been putting her through, it was all too much!  Her eyes were crossing as a dumb retarded fucked stupid look emerging, her lips like she was attempting to smooch the air.

Plap!

The sound.of Bernadettas hips meeting milf flesh once again, resounding, and more genius wails and coos of bitch emerging in the room.

"And why is that?!" The roar from Bernadetta was doing things to Manuela: making her want to submit, give her body to Bernadetta, actually admit that she wanted this fucking girl to knock her the fuck up and breed her!

"Girls my age have to be sewious💞, we can't just give our pussies to the first cock that call us pretty and beautiful, even if we turn into drooling sucksluts from it💓", Manuelas' tongue wagging lewdly in the air, her mind losing the ability to comprehend anything that wasn't this cock in her cunt.

PLAP! PLAP!

"So if I said that you were some of the hottest pussy I've ever had, you would feel..?"

" SO HAPPY, MY POOR LITTLE PUSSY WOULDN'T BE ABLE TO TAKE IT AND WOULD WANT TO BECOME YOURS, WANT TO BECOME UNABLE TO DO ANYTHING BUT SQUIRT AND TAKE YOUR FUCKBATTER!

PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!

"THEN CUM! CUM AND BECOME MY NEW SLUT, BECOME MY LOVER, BECOME MY DIRTT NURSE SLUT AND ONE DAY, I'LL MAME YOU.MY FUCKING WIFE AND MAKE YOU HAVE MY FUCKING KIDS, YOU BEAUTIFUL LOVELY SONGTRESS CUMDUMPSTER FUCKDITCH!" 

PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!

Bernadetta couldn't hold back anymore, her hips blazing and rutting, finally excited to take another bitch for herself! She felt the clamping of Manuelas' thighs around her waist, her legs locking behind her as she pounded deeper and deeper. "CUM WITH ME, MANUELA! CUM LIKE A BROKEN LOVE STRUCK WHORE FOR ME!"

Manuelas' look like a disgraced bitch compared to her former self. A face caked in cum and pubes, while her tongue, wiggling and licking the air desperately as if asking her new love for a kiss. Eyes shaped with hearts crossing as she let Bernadetta fully take.

" YES, YES, YES, MISS VARLWY💕! PLEASE MAKE MANUELA YOUR PRETTUPUSSY WIFE! LET MANUELA EMPTY YOUR BALLS AS A WIFELY DUTY EVERY NIGHT! MANUELA WILL ALWAYS STAY LOYAL TO YOUR COCK, PLEASE PROPOSE TO ME WITH YOUR CUM, CUM❤️, CUM💕, CUM❤️, CUM INSIDE OF ME, PWEEAAE!💕❤️❤️💞"

SPULRT! SPULRT! SPULRT! 

When Bernadetta finally let out her cry of orgasm, Manuela wasn't sure what was louder: her roar or the sound of her nuts grumbling and releasing her cum deep inside of her. Her womb was almost like a pair of wet lips all their own: sucking and engulfing the liters of futa fucknut into it! Her stomach began to increase in size, the feeling of her body weight becoming more and more infused with cum. When Bernadetta finally pulled free, a river of the near yellow concoction fell from her. All the while, Manuela mumbled underneath her:

"Miss Varley broke my pussy💓💞!Hehehehe~, my pussy is Miss Varleys' now!💕

Bernadetta took a great big smile to herself. Yes, now not only will they not get in trouble, but now she's got a new girl to help with her cock.

Life is good, for once. It should be an easier time from here on out.

Standing on the other side of the campus, the setting sun laid upon the dorms, the light casting down through the windows. In one such room, a girl, a cunning bitch, a full on brat let a giggle out from her mouth, shadows hiding the top of her face. She was out of her uniform, the only things covering her swollen wobbling cheeks and her perky full chest, a bra that stopped at her nipples and a lacy g string. the same color as her hair. Her pink twintails bobbed as she laughed. 

"Oh, Bernadetta, I will have you~! You will be my newest toy." Hilda exclaimed to herself. "Oh, this is going to be interesting!"

Chapter Text

"Heya, Bernadetta~! How's it's going?"

Weeks ago, if you answered Bernadetta if she had frustrations and anger in her heart for anyone, she would be too scared of the repercussions from said answer to announce them. After all, if that person found out, they would be angry enough to kill her, hurt her, throw her Ina closet and lock her away forever, her toes left to the rummaging and crawling of rats that-she was getting ahead of her. The point being, she would've answered no.

Thus, her twitching eye that she had to do her best to conceal and keep in check was surprising to even her. Yet, it wasn't hard to understand considering her! It was looking like such a good day too.

Bernadetta was taking a moment to enjoy the midday sun as it sat firmly in the sky  as she walked back to her room. The day, as it been so far, was one of the best days she had been given in a minute Woke to Dorothea and Byleth polishing her cock after a great night together, ace'd her archery exam, and be given a “nice job” reward from Manuela, whom she was walking beside right at the moment. To see them together was a statement to the transformation Bernadetta had taken: no longer seeking to avoid conservation or ear contact, she now found herself engaging with many new people.

She found that Seteh and her shared a love of literature, she and Flayn both found the texture of books to be soothing to the touch, and yes, Manuela, as it turned out, a woman that would spread her pussy lips and become your live in cumdumpster if you compliment her looks enough! Bernadaetta couldn’t exactly blame her. Not much gave the love and appreciation that a woman like her deserves, so it left Bernadetta to deliver to her love in any form. 

If that was compliments, genuine display of platonic affection due to their status as student and teacher, or throwing her down onto her bed and forcing her increasingly large bitrchbreaker into her womb and reminding her that Bernadetta wasn’t a cockstud that fucked bitches unworthy of carrying the liters of fuckchowder that she left in most girls. Such a thought brought her back to her current situation and the source of the voice that had disrupted the thoughts about her and Manuelas’ possible date.

When she turned, she was greeted with one Hilda Valentine Gonreli. The girl was standing there, smiling that all too clean smile, the one that most boys felt for and even some of the fucking girls. Bernadetta felt like some of her teeth were becoming powder with the grind she was doing, only the sense of Manuelas’ hand on her shoulder giving her pause. As Hilda got closer, Bernadetta wished she had a better defense against the girl other than running away. 

If you were to ask Hilda what she thought she was doing, she would tell you, “securing her future”. There was no secret that the Alliance wasn’t exactly high on the idea of nobility, even if they had nobles themselves. So it meant that getting by on merit was the way to go. You had to sweat if you wanted to get your way up the ladder. For most, that was somewhat fair. A true sense of democracy. For Hilda, that was a suckers’ way up the ladder. 

Hilda knew her way up the ladder: show a little skin and she was in. Hilda was not ignorant of her own beauty, why, she was one of the biggest dick magnets in the school! She knew that personality wise: she was a little bit of a tease, always working her way under your skin, trying to see what she could get out of you. The ability and aptitude to do work was there, she was after all better than Caspar with an ax, for Sothis sake, but the drive, no. She knew that she was a Brat, teasing and condemning inaction, taunting every cock in the school into her work for her. And it wasn’t like they had to wonder about if the goods were worth it, cause just looking at Hilda made it very clear that those “ goods” would make any dick minded man consider the work worth it.

Her lips, always coated in a light pink lip gloss that made them pop, matching her eyes and hair, with a soft and almost squishy face. From there, though? Her body was made for sin! Her blouse was simple yet effective, a clear curve in the chest as it often struggled to consider the mouth-watering pair of Milkers that she called breasts! While it did not break, the blouse, white and sheen, meant you could see every movement of her top, the bounce and sway that sent more young men into their dorms for a quick jizz session than most women working a corner! Specifically thanks to the waistcoat that cupped and put an emphasis on the damn things!

All of that held nothing on the sight of her waist and that dumptruck of an ass that she decided to carry around with her! Hilda barely passed 5’0 and was 130 pounds soaking wet, meaning that all the center of her meat went directly down into her unbelievably well-toned, bubble asscheeks. Even covered by the same waistcoat, the meat that were her asscheeks would poke out every now and again, Hilda expertly catching the end of her skirt and tugging down, but doing so in a way that offered anyone looking the site of pale mountains of Goneril goddess that hid underneath! Combined this with her chest, charismatic personality,  and “oh woe is my weak body” attitude, and everyone, men and women, would give her the world just to be around her!

And here she had a gold mine: A meek girl with a fucking cock that looked like it held more of her blood then her fucking brain did. It would be perfect: show a little bit of interest, tease the poor girl into needing some of the unobtainable good brat pussy, and before you know it, she would be wearing a ring on her finger of a noble that couldn’t even touch her, much less fuck her perfect little ass! She might have to finally give  on the wedding night, though it would be worth it to be taken care for the rest of her life. Oh, it was the perfect plan! 

Or rather, it had been the perfect plan. As she shouted to Berndaetta, noting that she was sitting on a bench with Manuela (quite close to her, in fact), Hilda reviewed the last three weeks. Sure, she was a bit flustered when she saw that cock of Bernadettas’ that mammoth thing that would tear her poor virgin pussy apart and split her mind, much less her crotch! Still, Hilda knew the score. Sure, she had gotten the professor but the truth was that Hilda didn’t take that into much consideration. Being a mercenary meant she probably was more used to playing the here and now, and not the long game. Hilda was perceptive enough to know that she just needed to wait Bernadetta out. She’d seen stronger men fall to her charms, so she figured a little bit of suggestion would have her in no time. Except it didn’t. First, there were little word suggestions.

 “Oh, Bernadetta, I can't do this by myself, maybe you could come and help me? Bernadetta, I would do anything to make it up to you if you did this for me, Don’t you wanna come help me? We can get more acquainted ~.” Yet, here she sat, not one of those things being accepted or done. Hell, she offhandedly mentioned how she still had her chastity and while she knew she had gotten Bernadetta with that, if the flushed face and rush away from the table was any indicator, no more willing to do things for her than before.  It was fine, some people had stronger wills than others so she pulled out some of her heavy weapons. 

As she closed in on Bernadetta, one could see that what was already a heavy burden for her clothes was even made more difficult by the fact that she had shortened her goddamn skirt, now only wearing a pure skirt instead of a waistcoat, leaving her blouse as the only cover to her impressive sweater stretchers! Now instead of just covering her ass, it now was barely covering it, every skip she took meaning that the sight of her pale asscheeks were bouncing and abounding with every step. That wasn’t to meant that her blouse was open, a tantalizing view of the lacy pink bra that laid underneath bouncing with her skips! 

CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! 

“Hilda, dear! You didn’t tell me that you were about to have company, Bernadetta!” Manuela exclaimed, standing from the bench and offering the small twintails girl a hug, one that Hilda repircroated. Manuela, ever since joining this little harem, and being given a tattoo over her crotch, alongside meeting the goddess of her religion, made Manuela a bit more open minded and perceptive to things. For example, how badly Hilda was trying to tease her young hunk into the trap of her life! 

Manuela knew all too well the promises of the flesh with eyes that never considered fulfill them. If she was a more jealous and protective women, she might’ve threatened Hilda when she asked once they broke from the hug: “Professor Manuela, it’s great to see you here. What were you and Bernadetta talking about? Maybe something I can put my back into?”, she asked, stretching her back and allowing a profile look of her to seer into Bernadettas’ eyes. 

However, Manuela had come to know her little stud quite a bit, if the noise complaints were anything to go by,  and that while she was still nervous, Bernadetta had the ability to turn any woman she wanted into her newest brandead fuckdumpster. The cogs of a plan began to turn as she smiled at Hilda. Manuela had seen women like this in the theater: they would tease men, an exposed piece of thigh meat here, slipping her fingers into cleavage there, the works. However, she remembers that most of those girls were the type that were with their actual lovers…well, let's just say they didn't need direction in mewling like kittens  or acting like dicked down ballsluts. Looking Hilda over, the dark part of her mind already wondering how she'll look with Bernadetta, she lifted the corners of her mouth into a smile.

"Why, Hilda, dear, yes, there is something that we were talking about: Bernadetta here was just discussing with me about new outfits to match her new archery class.” Bernadettas’ head swirled to Manuela, disbelief on her face as that was not the conservation they had. “You see, she’s not exactly sure how to wear it. Now, while I believe I have expertise in the manner, I believe someone closer in age and who has to wear things more..loose.” She looked at Hilda, mouth pursed into a small line. “You just won the Heron Cup, correct? So surely you can give my girl a glimpse of how to wear things, per se.”

Hilda almost balked at the good fortunate. Manuela was handing her an opportunity on a silver plate! As the older woman went back to Bernadetta, the purple curls bouncing up and down in a whispered argument, Hilda could already see her future unfolding, a smile more fit for a imp on her lips. 

“Why, I would be more than glad to, Professor Manuela~!” Hilda bursted with cheer, genuine and exaggerated, rushing to reach Berndaettas’ hand, the stillness in it sending shivers up her. Oh, this is going to be a fun day! She was already dragging Bernadetta away when she spoke back to Manuela: “I’ll be sure to bring her back and in not too much pieces, okay?!” 

Manuela only waved them off, her patient smile etched on her face. Only when they were out of sight did a more dangerous, primal, malicious, lustful smirk took its’ place. 

“Oh, don’t worry, Hilda. I think she’ll be just fine.♥️”

Bernadetta was not fine. Hair tied back to a messy bun, she stood in the middle of a classroom, hours after anyone else would be there. She was clad in her archer armor, a leather chest piece that gave view to budding breasts in a window. It stopped at her stomach, her lower body covered by a piece of black shorts. Of course, that meant that a bulge that exposed the increasing in size cock that she was attempting to hide was on full display. This is ridiculous, this thing is growing!  I swear, I could hold it in my shorts before, now it's so tight, I'm ripping my shorts every time I get a boner!

The sound of the classroom doors being rapped against by someones' hand alerted Bernadetta to her impending fate. She turned as the door slid open and the light of the sun, glowing a deep orange, casted in.

"Bernie~, I hope you're ready for me." Bernadetta heard the clank of heels enter the room. When her eyes laid on Hilda, she swore that they attempted to exit her head from how hard her stare became.

The Dancers outfit, in Bernadettas’ humble opinion, was one made by someone who clearly was attempting to make the designs with only one of their hands! For one, the cloth that was the shirt hung off of one shoulder, and given Hilda generous proportions, meant that a clear window of seeing her breasts bouncing with every sauntered step of her as she walked into the room was pronounced and visible! The sash of golden that went around the midsection only lead to the piece de resistance: that damn loincloth that covered absolutely fucking notthing! 

Considering that Hilda was equally gifted in both upper and lower portions of her body, her backside caused the very fabric meant to provide some sense of modesty into nothing but a tease rag that you wished would just move so you could see the damn goods! Creamy legs that held the meat of her thighs, coming up high till the loincloth did something like its job and stopped right where her thighs met her torso. However, as with her skirt, steps made it that one could see what laid underneath, the sight of lacy pink panties, no a fucking g-string throng of pink, cupped her hips as she finally stood before Bernadetta.

Bernadettas’ gaze turned into one of confusion and pleading, eyes searching Hildas’ for an answer. Why, Why was she doing this? If she wanted to help Bernadetta so badly, why do it like this? Evidently, it played on her face cause Hilda gave a firm giggle, one that stuck in her mouth, as it reverberated through the room.

“Oh, poor Bernadetta. You must be so worried, wondering exactly why the pretty girl in Golden Deer is attempting to get so close to you.” Hilda made no secret about how her hands were drifting over her body, letting Berndaetta take in every soft, squishy,  curvy, piecd of her fuckable body, especially when she brought her hands down to her thighs, pinching it herself, and letting Bernadetta see the way the meat pinched and wobbled. “The fact of the matter is that I want what you don’t want to give me.” 

A part of Hilda would admit that the fact that of all people, Bernadetta, the meekest, weakest, easily led Bernadetta was the one who resisted her charms sent a hit against her self-worth that she couldn’t abide by. Hilda Valentine Goneli didn’t lose that easily and she had no reason to allow this one. She hadn’t been able to forget seeing that cock and what it had done to the Professor. She wouldn't let a dick like that go unchallenged and run free. Plus, she could tame the worst of men in the Monastery, Bernadetta couldn’t and didn’t stand a chance!

“W-What do you mean? I don’t want anything from you.” Hilda rolled her eyes, tired of the denial, especially with the smell of the room changing, even her nose picking up that her objective was in the lap of the girl in front of her. 

As such, the next thing she did was a dangerous yet necessary risk to take. Part of her next decision was in part to tease, in part to set her dominance and in part, cause she at least wanted to see if this was the real deal. She was rewarded with the sound of Bernadetta hissed a breath of shock as Hildas’ soft hand, with a grip like a cobra, found her bulge in her shorts. 

“Oh, Bernadetta, maybe you should be more honest with what you want, or should I pull this thick, hard, gigantic, huge, thing in your pants out and make you confess to what you want from me?” Bernadetta eyes widened as her head launched down to where Hildas' hands were. Hildas' hand stroked and gently brushed up and down the python that hid in Bernadettas' pants.

Hildas' smile nearly broke both of the edge of her mouth, from the width of the damn thing. She made a motion that allowed her breath to tickle and scrape Bernadettas' neck as she breathed. "Now, I think maybe you deserve some credit, avoiding letting your big semen filled balls control you, but new management is here~ and the first thing that you can do is help little ol' me out." Her soft hands continued to run along her bulge, Hilda having to hide a lip bite at how fucking thick is was. "And maybe, little ol' me gives you something nice in return💓!"

Bernadetta wouldn't go down without a fight as she attempted to cease her shivering and grunts from the imporou handjob.

"Hilda. I don't need whatever you can give me." Bernadetta huffed, her voice contradicting her words. "I..I already have someone who I'm with and they're m-m-m….much better looking than you so this isn't gonna work on me!"

Bernadetta only knew that the words hit Hilda cause her stroking ceased, fingers resting at the shaft. Her eyes and lips were blank, though they quickly formed an angry snarl that was more of a pout on her face.

"Oh, Is. That. So?" Hilda pronounced, a wad of spit going down Bernadettas' throat at the sound. She glared into Grey eyes till her own were covered by eyelids as her lips upturned into a dangerously big smile. "Okay~, I guess I can understand that." Bernadetta felt something like hope rise in her chest, believing that maybe Hilda could see reason, eyes closing as she released a breath. 

Good, maybe now she won't bother me as much anym-

THUD!

That was the sound of Bernadettas waist meeting the table as she felt something round, soft, and fleshy hit her waist. Eyes quickly readjusting to see, she was able to feel that Hilda had turned around, hiked up the loincloth of her outfit, and planted her big assed globes of fuckmeat right onto Bernadettas lap, sandwiching her growing cock between the two jigglecheeks! 

"Oh, don't mind me~. You've seen better, haven't you? So this shouldn't be a problem, now should it❤️? Big Bernie stud doesn't want my ass, so I guess I'll just have to make sure you understand what you're missing." With that, Hilda did exactly what the outfit she was wearing suggests she does well: she danced.

More appropriately, Hilda proceeded to throw her ass back like a cheap slutty hooked in the streets, grinding her ass into Bernadetta. She heard the girl have to inhale a whole gallon of air to keep her breathing under control, a task that was being presented as near impossible as Hilda bouncing her ass against her hips. Her smile was manic, eyes pinpricks like a snack encircling a mouse, her meaty ass up and down like she was in a trance! “C’mon, Bernadetta, don’t lie to me: I’ve seen you with the Professor. Don’t tell me the big bad Bernie Bear is scared of little ol’ me? When all you have to do is give me a little interest and I’d be willing to strike a deal with you!” 

CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! 

Bernadetta felt her mind just wander away, feeling a pit of her weakness bolling in her stomach. Her arms felt weak, like she was back in that dark tight room, unable, unwilling, to step up and fight for her. Just like no good Bernie always will be. Her lips made to whimper and whisper a concession to Hilda, and at least take the booty shaking on her dick as a secondary prize when she realized something. She was being twerked on like a fucking stud in a brothel and she was the one submitting?!

She reflected on the fact that she had taken several women now. Byleth gave into the scent of her musk, Dorothea was like putty in her hands, she had fucked Manuela into a nice quick puddle and ate her out till she could barely stand. Hells, she had fucked a literal goddess! 

Hilda, lost in her own victory, her ass shaking side to side and clapping it all the while, was unaware of the way Bernadettas’ eyes lidded into a look of apathetic disgust at this..this..slut! Something in Bernadetta was emerging, something that didn't take too kindly to some pretty haughty girl thinking she had power for her cock! It was similar to when she finally took Byleth, but it was more…vile. While her lust remained, it was now redirected as to the sight of Hilda.  Her body was wonderful, delicious even, her still increasing boner reflected that, but her attitude and her wants needed a firm hand. Bernadetta had fucked better women, but now, she was going to fuck someone into being a better woman!

RRRRRIPPPPP!!

The sound was able to rebound throughout the room startled Hilda, enough that she practically hopped away from Bernadetta. In that moment, Hilda allowed for her hips to come from Bernadetta just enough for her hips to be free. Hilda waited just a few moments, searching the room when just as quickly as the sound came, it went. 

“Okay, I know I’m not crazy. Bernadetta, did you hear that, do you know exactly what that wa-”

PLOP!

Another sound entered her ears, although it was accompanied by a feeling of something hot, spongy, and..really heavy! Like she was having to lift one of her axes type of heavy and it was settling on her back! Just as soon Hilda was able to recover, she felt hands, gripping and squeezing the meat of her thighs, pulling her back.

"Hilda", whispered Bernadetta, the chill in her voice able to run up Hildas' back. Hilda made to turn around, but Bernadettas grip was stronger than she thought, stuck in place while Bernadetta reached her ears. "Can you guess what that is?" 

Hilda felt something in her chest get heavy, unable to settle any breaths in it down. Swallowing the air that she just took, she attempted to keep a composed facade.

"W-What is it? T-T-That pencil stick that you call a dick? H-hmmm, that thing that couldn't possibly be w-whatever you have there? Your fucking microscopic dick?" Hilda stumbled, her confident facade crumbling with each word, a feeling like doom and terror working through her stomach and up into her heart. The small chuckle, giggle that left Bernadettas' mouth did nothing to comfort her.

"Well, I don't think that's an accurate assessment", Bernadettas' hands came to her shoulders. "But you can be the judge," she asserted, turning Hilda so that she could fully face her.

When Hilda was able finally turn, an shout and an angry glare was on her face- 

"And just what do you think seeing it is gonna-"

And upon fully turning, she felt every nerve in her body freeze and her blood run cold. Bernadettas' grin on her own face was one that could make cats run in fear. 

For she allowed Hilda to truly marvel at the entirety of her 15 inches of brutal girldesteoying futa cockmeat.  The size of the thing made her arms look like sticks compared to it! Hilda felt her breath clutch when Bernadetta only took a step forward, allowing the cock to come and measure against Hilda. Hildas' eyes went back to pinpricks as she realized that the damn thing would end somewhere up in her stomach if she had it inside of her, the angry and dripping tip smearing against her dress!

Hilda felt her breath return and with it, the musk of that cock entered her mind. Hilda's knees buckled at the scent, the smell of a futadom stud in rut too much for her. Though she stood upright, the weakness in her body was far too easy to see. 

She attempted to meet Berndaettas' eyes, and found that the roles had been easily reversed: Bernadetta now looked down her nose at Hilda, the pink twin tailed brat very aware of her position: dripping and weak in front of a hungry futa woman, whom she just teased into oblivion, and her legs weak just from her musk. The ‘tsk tsk” she heard from Bernadettas lips made her cheeks flow with even more red. 

“You see, Hilda, if you were nice and good for me, I might actually have been willing to do this a way thats’ fun for both of us.” Hilda wasn’t sure where this Bernadetta came from, but she was paralyzed with fear, eyes dilating further as strong hands reached around her and found her bottom. “Now? Well, it’ll still be fun, so much fun that you’ll forget all about the teasing, the golden deer”, she leaned in to whisper into her ear, ‘even your name.`` 

Hilda, at this point, was having to take huffs of air in order to keep herself calm. Bernadetta noticed, and let out a shrewd giggle, the sound tracing along the goosebumps of Hildas’ back. “You look so much better with that dumb cockshocked look on your face.” One of  Bernadttas' hands came up to the base of one of her twintals, leaving red fingers marks upon her ass. With a fierce tug that made Hilda mewl, she whispered even more into her ear. "Turn around again, you weren't done with the dance, right?" Bernadettas' hand snaked behind Hilda, gripping and molesting her ass. "Show me what I'm missing, right?"

The heat of her fuckpillar was seering into her. A part of her, maybe her pride, shouted that she shouldn’t, that Hilda Gonerli didn’t just bend over like a cheap whore in the brothel. That she was more than just her looks, even if she used them to get ahead, and that she wouldn’t be demeaned like this. She could’ve even said no, she knew Bernadetta wouldn’t just rape her. She could’ve done any of this.

One look back into those gray eyes made her answer leave her throat.

“Y-Yes, ma’am💕.”

It would seem that of all the scenarios she played in her head, the scenario of finding a Grade-A Brat tamer was not the first she would’ve guess, but was one she was having to accept! Without saying a word, she turned around once more, returning to smothering and hotdogging Bernadettas’ cock between her asscheeks. However, instead of muffled groans and whimpers, Bernadetta let out satisfied grunts and growls as Hilda felt shame and arousal run across her face.

She, Hilda, was acting on the desires of another! Her teasing twerking had turned into a subby frenzy of assclapping, her pink asshole showing through the line of her g string and was the only piece of cloth that kept her safe from that fuckspire and her poor innocence being savaged by this brute.

“Oh, now this is what I’ve needed~🖤!All the teasing was nice, but it’s good you recognize that you needed to be taught a lesson, Hilda. Now, at the very least, I’ll be nice about it."  Hilda booty somehow increased the speed at which it was jiggling, a smack sound resounding the cockshaft.

"B-Be nice about what~? Taking my poor asshole and raping it till its just a hole for your chunky fucknut❤️? Fuck, its so big, what are you planning on doing with this thing? Gonna try and fuck my brains out of my head?!" For all the vile words she tried to make sound angry, her twerking wouldn't stop.

She bent at the waist, even further down, hands on her knees and attempting to swallow that cock with her asscheeks! 

CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! 

"You fucking brute, I thought you were better than this, Bernadetta! Better than being a backed up pussy destroyer who mauls innocent girls asses💓"

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! 

"AGGHAAG~, OOHHAAGGA~, W-why are you smacking my ass, again❤️? Wasn't I being good~?" SMACK! "AHHHH~, DON'T KEEPING SPANKING ME WHILE I'M TALKING❤️🖤💓!"

Bernadetta, amazingly, decided to fulfill this request, hands leaving her ass, red hand marks curving around it. However, it was only so that Bernadetta could grab both of her twintails and pull. The ferocity of it brought Hilda around so that she was on her knees in front of Bernadetta. 

"Ah, Bernadetta, w-what are you trying to do t-t-t-." Hilda found her speaking abilities cut from her as her face fell under the shadow of the colossus tower of dick that was just bisecting her moments ago. From this vantage point, she was given an unadulterated view of the cumtanks that hung from Bernadetta, two balls of futanut stuffed and packed together, the smell of their unwashed musk furthering their reach into Hildas' nostrils.

Before Hilda knew what to do but drool and go cross-eyed at the sight, she felt two hands grip her hair once again, the pain mixing with the pleasure as she was forced to look up at Bernadetta.

"You know, Hilda, you try to use that mouth of yours for a lot of things." Bernadetta sucked in a breath, steeling herself for her next act, her tip of her cock falling to Hildas lips. "Let's see you put it to much better use!"

Bernadetta didn't give her the chance to respond as she cocked her hips back and without mercy, drilled her monster fuckpipe down Hildas' mouth and into her throat! A bulge that was the size of an apple appeared in her throat as no less than three pounds of meat was forced down her gullet!

"GGHHHHRRKKK! GLLLLLLCKKKK! GACKKKKKKGGAAGG!" The sounds that were exiting Hilda at that moment sounded like a pig being skewered. Her throat was bulging, her body weakening at the feeling of Bernadettas cock resting in her gullet.

And then Bernadetta began to thrust.

Her hands in her twintails. she forced Hilda in place as she thrusted, sawed, pistoned her hips back and forth into her open maw, the awakened bully in her needing to truly teach Hilda what she was. 

Speaking of, considering the situation, it would understandable to wonder if Hilda had acquired a hatred or anger towards Bernadetta. Her throat being clogged with salty fuckmeat that was lathered in spit and pre, molested by grabby, strong hands, and having her air reduced to none.

All the conclusions of a sane, decent woman. Hildas' thoughts?

I-Is this what Byleth had to deal with?! This futabrute forcing her cock into her throat like she was made to take it❤️? Having to serve this thing, t-thie huge, thick, perfect, wondrous, cockshaft💕 ? I just can't give in to it, I-I have a reputation as tease, letting one woman, one meekly, small, dominant, pussy-heart, bully of a shebeast conquered me would be horrible❤️❤️💕. I have to s-stop her. I have to do something.

I have to stop sucking her off, she said as her tongue and lips slurped and lapped at the head of the cock, her lips in a tube like form, the suction matching her lips as she looked up at Bernadetta.

I can’t act like some slut, she thought to herself as Bernadetta allowed for a singular moment that her hips weren’t pumping her fuckpillar into Hildas’ throat and when the tip was visible, she lather the head with her tongue, quick licks across it back and forth the entire time before allowing Bernadetta to stuff it back into her throat.

I-I have to stop her. If I don’t..if I don’t stop her from fucking my face, using my throat like a fucking sextoy, she’s gonna💞…she’s gonna♥️….SHE”S GONNA💓!

SPLURRRTTTTTTT!!!!!

“F-fUCK YESSSSSSS💗!” Bernadetta shrieked into the air, her orgasm coming on her like a tidal wave crashing upon her whole body, the hardening and tightening of her balls felt by Hilda as they rested upon her chain. ]

“MMMGGGGHHHHHMHGG-GHHHRRLLLLKKKKoOOKKooKKK-GLLLUUCCKKKK”

The sound of Hildas’ throat becoming stuffed full of rich nutbatter was explosive even in her own ears, as her eyes lidded, her vision becoming filled with little black dots as her stomach became full with gallons of hot jizz that sat in her stomach. Her eyes? Tiny little pink things that now held pink hearts in them and stared at Bernadettas’ orgasmic drooling face with nothing but love and reverence.

💕❤️BREAK ME💞💕

“ OoooOOOHH, I-I-I don’t think even Byleth has made me cum that hard! Fuck~, you are so much better for sucking than running these pretty lips of yours. Alright, off my dick, you come~💓”

With that, Bernadetta, using her hair still as levers, pulled Hilda from her cock and allowed herself to observe her work. 

“Now, I think you’ll understand that I don’t like to..to be…oh. Oh, by Sothis💞!”

Bernadetta had come to realize that she was good at fucking, or at the very least, her dick was the stuff of legends, and fucking her way through four of the baddest bitches in the school felt like solid proof. Still, looking at Hilda came it all come home that she was that damn good. 

The hearts that now christened her eyes were staring back at Bernadetta with a devotion that could only be seen on a servant to her Master that she was the fucktoy of. Even as they crossed, her eyes running with the mascara she had on from tears that fell during her throat being remade into a trowel for Bernadetta to use as a dickcozy. Amazingly, the cum she had taken in that had yet to be somewhere in her guts was in her mouth, cheeks heavy and thick with the seed of Bernadetta, some dribbling from her mouth and even from her nose, reminding Bernadetta of Manuela from a few days ago. Still, as she watched Hilda, she realized: the fucking tease was waiting for a command. 

Hand leaving one of the twintails, the one that stayed, pulled Hildas’ ears towards Bernadettas’ lips, her recently free hand reaching around and taking one of her wobbling asscheeks in hands, cupping it as she did.

“Now, you may be a complete slut, but that doesn’t give you the right to not eat something that someone else took the time to feed you. You need to be a good fucking cumdumpster and do what your supposed to do”.  Her hand raised and whispered into Hildas’ ears:

“Swallow.”

SMAACK!

Bernadettas’ hand came down on her ass at the same time, causing Hilda to experience both the feeling of having cum slide down her throat and her cunt burst forth with a spray of her pussyjuices. The sound of her juices wetting the stone of the classroom ringing off of the walls.

CUMMING, CUMMING, CUMMING!💓 I’M CUMMING WITHOUT HAVING MY PUSSY TOUCHED! BERNADETTAS’ IS MAKING ME CUMMING WHILE SWALLOWING HER FUCKING NUTSLUDGE AND ENGULF IT LIKE A WHORE IN THE STREETS OF THE ALLINACE!💗💗💗💗💗💗 Hilda shook with each new gulp, the chunky globs hitting her stomach causing a new line of squirt to leave her.

Only once she was able to finish her orgasm did she reveal her work. Her mouth was clear of any sign of the semen and cum, a few strangling strands of the yellowish stuff clinging to the roof of her mouth and some of it swimming in the gaps of her teeth, all the while her tongue hung out of her mouth in a lewd wagging. 

When Bernadetta hummed with satisfaction, she whispered in her ears, the wobbly wet bitch known as Hilda having to listen.

“Now, what do you think will happen next, Hilda?” Bernadetta wasn’t sure how she should feel about the panting, no, the desperate heaving of air that Hilda began to do as she eyed her cock that hadn’t yet fallen.

“Y-Y-Your cock~💓, its’ not going down💞. It’s not falling or going soft, it's still hungry, hungry for warm holes and wet pussies, isn’t it💕? You wanna fuck me, now, don’t you? You have to do want it, using my throat wasn’t enough, you wanna break my pussy do, break my cunt, break my womb, turn my cunt into a condom for your semen, 💞 BREAK MY VIRGIN PUSSYHOLE, TURN ME INTO A WORTHLESS SOW THAT THE LEICSTER ALLIANCE IS ASHAMED OF💓?! THAT WHAT YOU’RE GOING TO DO, RIGHT?! RIGHT?!💕♥️💕” 

Bernadetta only gave a pitying smile, like she was having to see a girl going through the roughest few hours of her life and could only say:

“Probably, but there is one thing I need from you before I do that.”

Bernadetta laid in her room, the remnants of her clothes from earlier with Hilda now discarded to a corner in her room. She allowed her body to reset and allowed her to come down from her bully high. Still, she considered what she asked of Hilda and was tempted to smirk to herself.

It was extreme, that’s for sure. Honestly, if she doesn't do it, I wouldn’t be amazed. I did just give her one hour so the idea that she could get ready in that time is kinda weird. Bernadetta examined the sight of the sun coming through her window and realized that about an hour was coming around. A fitting pout came to her face as she sighed. Oh, well, maybe Byleth and Manuela will be willing to-

Knock, Knock

Bernadetta actually jumped at the sound of the knocking of the door, body flinching away from it. Her breath quickly returned to her, a smile graced her lips as she strode over to the door. Her smile grew to include all of her teeth as she fixed her lips to speak.

“Who is it~?”

The sound of an embarrassed huff of air came from the other side,  the sound of concession finding its way to Bernadettas’ ears.  Eventually, Bernadetta was graced with the sound that she had been waiting to hear.

“I-It’s me, Hilda.”

Bernadetta withheld a squeal of absolute excitement as her hands found their way to the door. Slowly, as if teasing herself and Hilda, she opened the door to let the woman of the hour grace her.

When her eyes landed on her, Bernadetta felt her mouth drop open and her eyes leave her sockets as a slither of precum launched from her naked cock, peppering her tights. Hildas’’ assignment had been simple: come to her room in an hour wearing something nice and sexy. The girl clearly took it to another level. 

The dancers outfit was now gone, the outfit dirty with jizz and juices from their earlier situations. Instead, Hilda decided that when she crossed this threshold, the likelihood that she would return a normal woman and anything but a ravaged sow was an impossibility, so she dressed for the part. 

The main thing on her body was a form fitting sling bikini, a pink that almost turned into red, a few shades darker than her hair. As such, her tits were on full display, only the strip of the bikini covering her erect nipples; the only distraction from this were the pink high heels that she wore  and the matching arm stockings. However, while  was a great display on its own iit was elevated by the fact that Hilda had taken to adnoring herself with writing. Such descriptors as “Bernies’ stress balls~ ” , “Fat Sow Tits”, “Dickcozies”, “PInch them till I cum”, with a liter of others. Coming down to her front, the bikini slipping up and into her pussy made clear the other markings such as “Cum here💋”, “BBC (Bernie Bear Cumdump)”, “Bernies’ Perfect Sow Pussy”!

Hilda giggled as she watched Bernadetta drink her in, but gone was the attitude or haughtiness. No, the only thing left was a giggle of a complete bimbo cocksock that was happy to oblige in causing a stud to go into rut. 

“Oh, B-Bernie. Don’t think that’s all I have for y-you.💕💗 💞”

Turning around and allowing Bernie to examine her ass and back and realized that if the front was full, the back was almost overcrowded. Spreading her asscheeks so that both of her pink holes were on display at the same time, Bernie could make out on her back arrows that pointed towards her twintails that said “Pull till I break”, “Twintails are a natural handlebar for studs”, “force my head into your bed”, and “Bully me till I cry” . Around her ass were similar made statements such as “CUM DEEP INSIDE”, “LEAVE ME WITH BRUISES”, “BRAT TAMED”, and one that went across both cheeks, “DESTROY MY ASSHOLE, BERNADETTA!”

The greatest fact was as it wasn’t even 2pm, students, faculty, and many others were able to watch as Hilda put on this shameful display, every face nearly as red as hers. The humiliation only made Hilda even wetter as an manic smile of glee stretched over her face.

T-They’re all watching meeee~💞! Watching me become someones’ slut, watching me throw away my dignity for a piece of that magnificent cockmeat! I can’t pretend to be a tease when I opening my ass for Bernadetta to play with as she wants to! Everyone knows that I’m an absolute slut 💞!

Finally turning around once again, she let her heart filled hearts meet Bernadettas’ once again, her smile submissive and ready for her new judgment. 

“I-I had Marianee help with the ones on my ass. She helped pick out some of the words. Still, there is one more thing~.” Bernadettas’ eyes arched as Hilda bent over and picked up something by the edge of the door, only for her cock to go completely rigid at the sight of a nose hook. 

Standing with her legs spread apart and bent, in a crab walking stance, she looked at Bernadetta. 

“I figured it would only be appropriate for you to put this on me, wouldn’t you agree..”, her tongue waggled on of her mouth lewdly as the hearts that were her pupils crossed, “♥️♥️Mommy?♥️💞

Any restraints that Bernadetta had subconsciously built around the idea of letting anyone know about her life and what she did inside of the four walls that were her room? Those were completely obliterated! 

With a fierce grab of Hildas’  ass and gritted teeth in a smile that made anyone who wasn’t Hilda at that moment skin crawl, she gave only one word as she took the nose hook from Hilda.

“In.”

Hilda nearly skipped into the room, a trail of wet slut following behind her as Bernadetta looked to the somewhat crowded lawn of people that were watching, and in a move not like her, merely gave a closed eyes smile and shut the door.

[2:20 PM

PLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAP

“GGOOAAwwwAGGHHHH! MY ASS !♥️ 💕 💗 You didn’t evann waiiiit to fuUUUck my ass! PLLLLLLEAASSEE, MOMMY, break my asssssss! Turn Hilda into your soooowwrry sow cumdumppppppp, MoomMMYY~~~~!” 

Hilda had not taken five steps into her room before Bernadetta took her rage upon her, forcing her onto the bed and pouring her cock into Hildas’ asspussy. With their height close together, Bernadetta was able to grip her arms around Hildas’ head, putting her into a headlock, her cock bearing down into her guts, her innards turning into the shape of her cock. Her shrieks were only overtaken by the grunts of Bernadetta.

“Fucking slutty cunt, one good blowjob and you’re showing up like a fucking prostitue ~🖤? You like being forced to take cock in your ass, having your guts turned into a semen dump like they were meant to be, you fucking twintail bitch? !♥️ 🖤🖤 !” 

She applied more pressure with her toned arms, choking what little air she had left, scrambling what was already a mind torn asunder by pleasure and the intensity of the ass-fucking that she was getting. Her face was almost losing color, but the look of pleasure was only increasing, tears running down her face.

“YeeeeEEESsssSSSS, MOMMMY, I LOVE IT WHEN YOU RAPE MY GUTS ♥️ 💕 💞!  UGGGWOOOOOHHHYYYEEE~~! MOOMMMYS’ COoooooccKKK IS TURNING ME INTO A RETARDED PIG BITCH!”

Bernadetta smile grew as she slammed into Hilda repeatedly, eyes shadowed by her dark intentions.

“Good thing you understand the idea.”

[3:20 pm] 

“M-MOrrrrEEEE FOR MY ASS, PLEASE! MoooRRREEE COCK PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE, COCK COCK COCK COCK! MAKE HILDA BECOME YOUR LIVE IN SEX PET WITH YOUR COCK, MOmmmyy bERNADETTTA!” 

The wild cries of Hilda rang out in the room, as Bernadetta had finally let her head go and decided to simply continue laying waste to Hildas ass, in a doggy style, opting instead to use her twintails to allow her leverage in sawing her cock into Hildas’ former shithole; the gaping hole hollowed out so that now it only remained as a crater for her cum, something that was vastly proven when, upon Bernadtetta pulling out of her ruined asshole, the thing almost proplasing with her, a river of chunks  simply followed her. 

Bernadetta, for all of her effort, looked like she had barely been in on a light jog, sweat barely glistening her forehead. 

“A live in sex toy?” Bernadetta said as she delivered a smack to Hildas’ ass, the action causing a surge of cum to launch from her ass and smack against the floor, Bernadetta caring nothing for it. “I like that idea. However, I think I need to use your pussy first before we can make that official.” The hearts in Hildas’ eyes grew larger still as she heard this. “But I don’t think I’ve been enticed for it.”  

Bernadetta had to keep a luagh down when she saw the sanity return back to Hilda, albeit one that was a bit more preoccupied with making sure that she was given what she came for. 

“Y-You don’t mean that, d-do you? Did I do something wrong? I-I can be sluttier, suck your dick while you sleep, let you fuck me in the middle of the dining area, be your personal toilet, I’ll clean the dickcheese off your cock every day, just please, please, PLEASE FUCK MY PUSS-”

SMACK!

“OOOOooooggghhiIIIEEEE~!”

“No, you dumb bitch.” Bernadetta pulled the nose hook from the bed and let it hang in front of Hildas’ eyes. “I think it’s about time you act like the little piggy you are, don’t you?”

Hilda could only look at the hooks with utter reverence. There would be no turning back, she would give her pussy, her mind, her body to this girl that had treated her like nothing but a sex toy and rejecting her humanity. All for her cock, her wonderful, bitchbreaking, mindaltering, addiction giving, pussy working, anus gaping, jizz spewing, girl raping cock.

“ ♥️Y-yyESSS, Mommy.”

[4:00]

Bernadetta laid on her bed, watching as Hilda stood with either of her feet, heels discarded to the other side of the room as she stood in a crab walk once again above her, her hands behind her own head as she brought her arms up. However, adorning her face was the previously mentioned nose hook, both of her nostrils open, her face resembling a pig. 

“ HaaHHAHHaaHHH~  ♥! HHHHIIIeeeeEEE!”

The human formerly known as Hilda was barely hanging for dear life as she looked down at her destruction, knowing that once she was skewered on this dickspire like the pig she was, she would be gone.

“Well, bitch,” Bernadetta barked from down beneath her, the words rining in Hildas’ ears. “Do you want this cock or not?”

At this point, it was like asking a fish if they wanted water.

‘ OooooiiIIINNkkKKK~~~ 💗 ♥️💗! SNORT! 💞  SNORT! ♥️ PPlleassee COCKMOOMMY BERNADETTA, FUCK HILDA’S CUM HUNGRY PUSSY~! MAKE IT FEEL Sooooooo GOOOD AND RAPE ME TILL I ONLY KNOW THAT MY BODY IS MY MOMMYS’ TOY TO PLAY WITH~~ 💕♥️ 💞! OOOOoooiIINNNNKKKK~~~!”

Bernadetta actually blinked dumbly at the declaration. She knew that she had broken Hilda..but this..this was something else entirely. Something that clearly had Bernadetta realizing that she couldn’t end this till tomorrow!

[4:50]

“HHHHiiiiiEEEEEaaaEEEE, FINNaalllYYYY~ COOOCCCCCCKKKKK IN MY PUSSY! ♥️♥️ PUSSssssYYY FEELLLLSS gggooooDDDD~! OOOOOOiiinnnkkkkKKKKKK~~~!” 

Hilda wailed and screamed as her cunt let loose a torrent of squirting juices as a result of Bernadetta taking the slightly taller girl, bending her at the waist in her arms and fuckin gher in a full nelson while carrying her, small hands grasping the top of her head. She screamed and hollered as Bernadetta continued with brutal thrust after thrust!

SMACKSMACKSMACKSMACKSMACKSMACKSMACKSMACK!

“ Dear fucking Sothis, you’re not even trying to act like a human being anymore, are you? Acting like some stupid bitch in heat that can’t shut up about all the dick she’s getting? “

Bernadettas’ words were angry, but her thrusting only communicated the desire to continue ruining such a bitch till she accepted that she was a perfect new concubine for Bernadetta.

“Fine then, if it feels so good, I’ll let you have more of it. HAVE MY COCK TILL YOU GET PREGNANT, YOU PIGSLUT !” 

Hildas’ response to such a declaration?

“ HGGGGYOHAAAAAHHHAAAA 💗💗💗💗!”

A wail of utter submission and devotion.

[6:50]

Hilda tongue waggled desperately, reaching up above her. This was due to the fact that Bernadettas’ cock was currently on the bridge of her nose, the slick and wet member, cock mucus and pussy juices coating it as she sat it there. Bernadetta used one of her pigtails from reaching up fully and licking it, Hilda having lost most of the feeling in her legs as she was pulled up onto her knees by the pigtail.

“Mommy, Mommy, Mommy, please let Hilda have a lick, a lick of that cock, cock, please let me have the cock!” Hilda pleaded, Bernadeeta wagging her finger dismissively, tsks’ leaving her mouth all the while. 

“Not while you haven’t said it properly.” The pull that Bernadetta gave caused a yelp to leave Hilda, another stream of bitch juices to stream down her legs. “Now, what will you do for me?”

“I-I’ll be a good gi-”

SMACK!

Bernadettas’ hand came down hard on one of her tits, a scream of pleasure coming from Hilda.

“No, you know what I want to hear. Now say it.”

“I’ll suck co-”

SMACK!

“I’ll be a good toi-”

SMACK!

“I’ll be mommys’ favoirte pe-”

SMACK!

[10;50]

‘ HILDDASS’ PUSSY IS A TRAITOR TO HER COUNTRY AND HER CLASS~~~ ♥️ 💕 💞 💗!  HILDA IS SWWWOOIEEE THAT HER PUSSSY WILL MAKE DECISIONS FOR HER! CLAUDE~~~, THIS COCK IS TOO YUMMMYYY ♥️ 💕 AND THIIIICCK ♥️. I’LL LEAVE THE ALLIANCE FOR IT, I’LL CHANGE CLASSES, MOMMY!” 

It wouldn’t be right at this point saying that Bernadetta was fucking Hilda into her bed, a mating press that was attempting to break the bedboard beneath them. It wouldn’t be accurate as at this point, the human known as Hilda was, for practical purposes, dead. The only remnants were a body that a sow, cockaddicted, fuckslut wore as she was forced to feel her womb break and be pumped full of blazing hot futa seed again and again and again! 

“That all? A few sorry when you’re about to betray all of your fucking country for dick?! That’s how you apologize? Actually mean it, you bitch, slutty fucking alliance cunt! Let them know how sorry you truly are for having such a loose cunt 🖤🖤🖤!”

Bernadetta couldnt say where the words were coming from, the desire to ruin Hilda till she couldn’t even remember a word beyond cock, cum, and mommy. The want to absolutely bully her womb into such submission that it would have no other use than taking her cum and developing her children. But when she heard Hilda scream for more, and pleading for forgiveness and screech like a bitch at the top of her lungs: 

‘HHHHHHiiieeeeEEEEE, I’M CUMMING, MY SORRY PUSSSY IS CUMMING! FORGIVE MY TRAITOUS PUSSY FOR CUMMING AGAIN, MOMMYS’ COCK IS TOO GOOD, FORGIVE HILDAS’ SLUTY PUSSY FOR BEING LOOSE ENOUGH TO GIVE SECRETS AWAY FOR A GOOD FUCK, FORGIVEMEFORGIVEMEFORGIVEME, I’M SORRYCOCKI’MSORRYCOCKI’MSORRYCOCKCOCKCOKCOCKCOK~~~~! OOOoooIIIIIIIiiiiNnnnnNNNNKKKKK!💞💞 💞 💞”

She decided it was well worth it.

[12:00]

“Bernadetta, dear, are you in there?” Manuela called worryingly, a knuckle rapping the door.  No one had seen her since about 1 in the afternoon. Manuela had heard muttering that something between her and Hilda had gone down right outside of her room. Details were scarce to come by as everyone kept a shush tone about it, but Manuela felt a pang of guilt at knowing that she sent Hilda to the girl.

Suddenly, the door opened.

“Oh, Bernadetta, my dear, I was beginning to be worried about you. I was feeling so guilty about, about, about-” Her sentence stopped as she took in the swift of the air and finally actually looked at Bernadetta and her room. 

The STANK of 8 hours of nothing but bitch-breaking, mind bending, pussy destroying sex rushed out of the room and hit Manuela hard enough that her pussy was wet just from standing there. If she actually dared to look at the bed, she saw that Hilda, or what could be said to be the remnants of Hilda, was face down on the bed, a puddle of cum acting as her pillow with another forming as it poured from inside of her cunt.

“............... ♥️”

As Bernadetta and Manuela looked at each other, taking in the smell, the groans and the moans of Hilda, and the night, Manuela fidgeted a bit, her own cheeks a bit flush all of the sudden. Bernadetta cocked a thumb into the room.

“I need to take like 5 minutes before I go back in, wanna get me ready with those lips of yours?”

“Ma’am, yes, ma’am ♥️,” Manuela declared as she stepped inside, the door closing behind her.

Chapter Text

Walking through the upper halls of Gareeg Mach was something that Lysithea felt was a privilege that one must be aware of at all times. The sound of her boots clanking against the floors of the building bounced in her ears. She could almost smell the incense that had been wafting through this building before. The hymns of the past meeting the building, the chaste walk of those who worshiped, all of them in step to praise their goddess. Lysithea found her heart indifferent at the idea of such a concept, a scoff on her lips at the notion. Still, when she was alerted that Rhea, the head priestess and leader of the church had summoned her and several others, her hands couldn’t find her white boots quick enough.

She stood before said woman, having to crane her head upwards even while standing a few feet from her, the indignation of it attempting to press its way to the surface as she looked up at her. On either side of her were two representatives of the Black Eagles house: Edelgard and Petra. Lysithea' eyes swung between the two of them. When she looked at Petra, she thought more of the Duscar people than the country of Brigid she was from, though her complexion of dark skin was lighter than one such as Dedue. A scrunch in her eyes came as she observed the way that her hips swayed, the roundness of them announcing her firm hips to the world. Her eyes almost wandered to her own, her shorts hiding the growing curves on her, though they were nothing compared to her.  However, it was on Edelgard that her eyes fell on the most.

In truth, Lysithea believed that the two of them could be sisters, the share of their near white hair or completely white, in her case. She shared in Lysitheas’...lesser stature, though she was still taller. As for her body, Lystheia was proud to say that nature was finally taking notice of her, if the fact that her uniform jacket was beginning to curve on her upper body, proud to be able to say that without having to mentally make sure that her lips stayed straight. Before she could continue to admire and compare, Rhea cleared her throat, eyes examining the three.

“Good day. As you are here, I believe that you are willing to hear my request.” Rhea assumed, her voice filling the air with serenity. Lysithea couldn’t help, however, picking up the fact that her eyes were very focused on them, as if sizing them up. Lysithea heard a cough to her left, one that she was sure was hiding a scoff. Turning, she beheld Edelgard, her mouth leaving her mouth.

“Pardon me.” Edelgard apologized, though Lysithea swore that her eyes didn’t ever look at Rhea to make sure she saw her. Still, if Rhea had issue, she made no note, through her eyes stayed locked on the young Empress for a moment longer than she needed to. Her head turned back to the center, looking at Lysithea, hand extending out.

“As you know, our monastery is a place that is considered to be the finest in all of Foldan, bringing together several customs, countries, and traditions.” Lysithea attempted to keep her eyes focused, and not rolling in her skull. “We are also accepting of several different lifestyles, contrary to the beliefs of some. For example, one of our nuns, though she did have to leave her post due to it, was just married to her lover of three years. A lovely girl to be truthful, quite the young thing though, I didn’t expect her to-”

“Is there being a point to our being here?” Petra inquired, Lystheia pursing her lips as she turned to observe her, eyes scrutinizing such an interruption. Edelgards’ eyes did not move, though her brows jumped a bit and some shine came into her eyes. Rhea sighed, the first sign of the woman underneath coming through as her hand rubbed her temple.

“What I mean to say is that we are understanding and willing to accommodate several things in the monastery. That being said,” Rhea paused, her eyes opening and..something was in them. Lysithea wouldn’t say rage, but they were direct, once again examining the women in front of her. If Lysithea knew less than she did, she would think she was feeling the heat from her eyes going through her clothes. “We do not tolerate public indency and debauchery.”

Lysithea was sure that her cheeks weren’t the only ones that were beginning to become hot. Her eyes moved to Petra and saw her light brown skin was darkening around her cheeks, her eyes suddenly downcast. Swinging to her left, Edelgard was more composed, though the red of her face was more pronounced due to her pale skin.

“A-Ah, so, that’s what you wish to discuss with us.” Edelgard guessed, her words stumbling but keeping a firm control of her voice. 

“Yes, my dear, I wish to discuss the actions of your classmate, Bernadetta Von Varley.” 

Just the name made Lysithea feel her blood begin to boil and not just out of embarrassment. The Golden Deer, though known for its’ less than “organized” approach to things, had no true weakness. Ignatz was next to Claude with a bow, Raphaels’ strength was not to be tested, Marienne was an excellent healer, and her and Lorenz had magic to spare, though she was better, a simple fact.

Then she appeared.

That brute, that empty headed awkward jumble of limbs, that brainless cad! Lysithea felt her blood stew even as Rhea continued.

“Considering your reactions, you know that Bernadetta, as of late, has been seen with several women of the monastery.” Rhea paused once again, hand coming to her chest, a breath leaving her mouth as she continued. “Being close to people was never her strong suit, any could see that. However, her coming out of her shell was something that I’m sure that we all believed to be for the best.”

Rhea began to pace the floor of what constituted her office, heels making clacks all the while. “That was, until two weeks ago, and is the explanation of why you are here, Lysithea. The display of what she did with Hilda was…” Another pause and this time, she took in a breath, one that Lysithea was sure trembled as it went in, her face having a tiny shudder”... quite lewd. ”

“Quite lewd” wasn’t even covering half of it! Lysithea remembers how Hilda was acting before: vapid, a creamy skinned bimbo with more meat in her tits than in her head, yes, and she couldn’t count the time that she was forced to hear Hilda wax poetic about her weakness and supposed “laziness.” However, one day, she comes to the class speaking about Bernadetta in terms that weren’t worthy of being innuendo! 

Man, Bernadetta is certainly “growing” in all the right places! Do you think Bernadetta is into foreign girls? Do you think purple and pink is a good combination for a kids hair color? 

On and on, she would spiral but as far as Lysithea was concerned, as long as she was still a good retainer to Claude, helped keep their class in good standing, and allowed her to not have to worry about such petty things as rumors and gossip, then by all means, it was her business to be so dumbfounded with Bernadetta that she left a trail of wanton and vapid idiot behind her.

Then that day came. Lysithea was sitting outside the dorms, observing the sight of people wandering throughout the monastery, the blooming flower of summer coming in full, the grass green and lovely. Only for her eyes to settle on a commotion that was coming from steps that lead up to the second floor of the dorms, faces red as blood, and ascending whispers.

She can’t recall what they were but considering that she was able to see what it was about less than five minutes after, she didn’t need it. For Hilda walked down those steps, donned an outfit that would disgrace the most largest gutter slut in the streets of The Leicester Alliance. Lysithea can remember how her face boiled with shame, and how any reprimand caught in her throat, the sight of Hildas’ heels and her almost bare body exposed, crude remarks drawn into her skin. 

Hildas’ face was as face as everyone, but the trail of wet bitch and submissive fucktoy trail behind her and from her in waves, an almost grimace of orgasmic bliss on her face with every step, hands together at her stomach, arms pressed her already exposed chest out more, her own nature taking control. When she took in front of Bernadettas’ room, Lysithea stood at the front of the crowd of people, watching Hilda disgrace her by prostrating, demeaning herself, presenting herself like some living sex present! 

However, just as much as Hilda was the immediate focus, when Bernadetta allowed her in, Lysithea saw it. That..that fucking thing that was too massive and gartugnan to be considered a normal piece of human anatomy! That club  that swung between her legs that convinced Lysithea that the Varley line had some dragon in it, for goodness sake! She turned her eyes when it appeared, only knowing enough to know that it was so damn delicious disgusting and uncouth, the sound of Hilda entering and the door closing enough for her to take her leave. 

Rhea composed herself once again, though her own face was now sporting a dusting of red on it. As Lysithea knew the list that would come, she knew that the Priestess would be more correct about it, forcing her to more accurately spare the information she received. 

“Since then, the talk of her has spread greatly.” Rhea straightened her back, her face stern but lips wobbling. “We have to date: reports of her open “affections” to several women (open groping of her apparent personal harem, including two teachers, though no confirmations), several women being seen around her quarters  after hours (many attempting to hear confirmation of the rumors of her prowess and of her length , the talk of the female population and the scourge of the male), and the disruption of classes through her “activites”.”

Ah, that one was the most fun as it was code for “fucking women right in the middle of classes”. Lysithea had to be fair, it wasn’t actual fucking. Edelgard could attest, her cough much more genuine this time.

"Yes, since Hilda requested and became a part of our class, she had been quite ecstatic about her relationship with Bernadetta." Edelgard explained. Lysithea knew the actual truth just by peering in. Pink hair would be sitting right in the lap of a smaller girl, sitting on one leg, an lecherous decoration on the vehicle of moppy purple debaucherous. When Lysithea saw them, she saw those little gremlins hands coursing for the girl, hands pinching and groping the whole while. Instead of acting like a woman with the deceny expected of someone at Gareeg Mach, Hilda would just moan and wiggle against her.

M-mommy~, please not in front of everyone, Hildas’ pussy can’t take you touching her there~ ♥️! Hilda was attempting to whisper, but the height of her moans made it all but easy to tell what was happening. Lysithea hoped, prayed that maybe a teacher would step in, send this degenerate back to her home where she belonged. When Byleth turned to view them, she thought just that would happen. She asked Hilda, of all people, a question. W-Well, Profffessorrr~ 💗, I thiiink the answer is tooo 💞 to use a axe, for the length it provides, and the power that it can give behind EVERY SINGLE ATTACK ♥️ 💕 💔~!

Lysithea hoped that would be enough, knew that should be enough, but her eyes widened, disgust playing in them as Byleth only gave a smile to the sight, her own legs shuffling just enough for the fabric to sound as she turned back to the board, a smile settling on her face. Lysithea didn’t stay long enough to see Dorothea look back, face her scrunched in fury and green eyed emotion. Since then, Lysithea knew that no one in the Monastery could be trusted and that matters needed to be taken to the top.

It was with that in mind that she sighed with relief that Rhea had an even head on her shoulders. As the woman looked  at them, once again, she had to steady her breath as she spoke.

"Yes, Bernadettas' activities have even reached my ears. The actual thought of her doing such things." Lysithea felt her chest bloom with relief and understanding, believing that Rheas continued rant was fueled by the disgrace these actions were. Edelgard and Petra would believe the same, though they were wondering why Rhea was turning ever redder. "The idea of her using those hands of her to defile and take any womanly flesh she sees, to force women into positions and against their very vows, t-to ruin them in such a way!"

Rhea almost shouted, her breath getting away from her. Three questioning set of eyes on her, she forced the composure to stand tall once again. "As such, I will request that you three help me in…quelling her taste. Perhaps after that, she will be more willing to…cooperate with us."

The three hands nodded their agreement, Rhea bowing in kind to them. "I trust you with this. Understand that above all, we do not wish to cause harm to her, hence why we wish to use fellow students that might be closer than teachers." Lysithea pursed her lips, attempting to force her face neutral. "Please, be careful."

Lysithea couldn't hold the scoff as she left, following Edelgard and Petra. Be careful? Exactly what do they need to be afraid of?

The walk away from the high office of Rhea was a solemn one, one that saw Lysithea striding towards the mess hall. Edelgard had informed her that a divide and conquer method would be best for their method. Edelgard would take Byleth, Petra would discuss it with the other female member of Black Eagle, Dorothea. That left Lysithea with the action of having to deal with Hilda. As Lysethia felt her feet lead her to the hall, her mind raced with possibilities.

What could she be thinking, getting that reborate Enbarr filth?! She had her pick of men, hell, women just like Bernadetta but she would rather betray us? Lysithea seethed at the last words of her own thoughts? When her thoughts turned to the Golden Deer, Raphaels gartugnan size, Lorenzs' inability to cease his prattle, Claude being Claude, a warmth came in her chest and she felt..less empty. Her life was short enough as it was, she rather it be spent on good memories and advancing herself further.

Instead, I'm wasting it on going to find this pink haired harlot, attempting to remind her that her duties are more important than what Bernadetta apparently swings in her pants! Her feet crunched against the earth, raising to meet the cobblestone of the steps. I will start my search here, then the classroom, then her room if need be, till I find her and get her to come back with-

As she finally stepped into the hall, she came to know two things: one, that her luck was good that day. That was because of two: Hilda was there, alongside her! 

Blushes and mortified murmurs went throughout the room, several women staring unabashed, men turning away from the sight. Sitting on a bench in the center of the hall was the girl of the hour..right alongside Bernadetta, or more accurate, on top of her. Hilda, on a bad day, looked like the most quality girl that men would satisfy their primal urges to in the confines of their own rooms and that women would cast their envy towards. Lysithea would know, she was one of them.

Her breasts still bounded beyond Lysitheas' own, even with the notable increase in their size. However, instead of wearing her actual school uniform, they were being covered, if the word was even accurate, by a pink bikini top, her titmeat spilling over the triangle of fabric that were covering her nipples. They jiggled, due in no small fact that Hilda was sitting with her chest and body facing that cretin, Bernadetta. Lysithea knew that her feet were already moving her but her eyes stayed glued to the scene.

The shorts that she was wearing were ones that looked like they were better suited for someone of Lysitheas’ size, cupping and gripping onto the curve of her thighs and resting more on her hips than anything, tanning skin on display, most especially the jiggle cheeks that she called her ass buttocks. She was being given a show of it, as Hilda sauntered and straddled the purple haired girl. Bernadettas’ hand, once shy and twitching at the best of times, crawled its way up her thigh, her fingers sinking into the meaty flesh of her ass. Hilda was still wearing the Gareeg Mach boots, and Lysithea wasn’t sure if she should find that more or less insulting. 

When she reached them, turning the corner at the table where they sat, she saw that Hildas’ chest was covered marks, hickeys, and the indentations of teeth that Bernadetta was the owner of. Bernadetta was lost in her own world her tongue lapping across her pink haired toys chest. While the one hand that was on Hildas’ ass gripping and caused moans and lustful gasps, Lysitheas eyes grew hot with rage at her other: in it was a strap of leather, one that span the distance from Bernadettas’ hand to Hildas’ neck. Lysithea hadn’t been able to see past the pigtails, but now she could. She’s wearing a collar , Lysithea thought in muted shock. 

Muted in her head, as the scene in front of her was perhaps the loudest act of sensuality that anyone in the mess hall had the great pleasure of hearing! The feeling of being watched should’ve made Hilda feel ashamed, but her grinds against Bernadetta only became harder, her cheeks bouncing together with each grind, her lips parting in a retarded bimbo smile, hearts beaming in her eyes.

“MoMMMIIEEE, nNot in the mess hall 💗! E-everyone is staring at us~!" 

SMACK! 

"AIEEEEEEE~ 💓💕, D-DONT SMACK MY ASS IN EVERYBODY, THAT MAKES HILDAS' SLUTHOLE GO SQUIRT SQUIRT 💕💓💔!"

Bernadetta finally looked up from her navigation inside of Hildas' chest and looked up at the girl. Lysithea never took much note of her before, but she knew that the look that Bernadetta gave, eyes that were lidded and conquered with domination, as they danced around Hildas’ features. Her lips pursed as she hummed her faux confusion, shifting Hilda so that their faces were that much closer.

"Well, you know, last I checked, I was actually trying to have a decent lunch and then this slut came and sat her fatass on me." Bernadetta explained, emphasizing her point with her hands groping the cheeks, the leather in her left hand another smack to Hildas’ ass. “Now, tell me, Hilda~, are you that desperate for me?” In a past life, Hilda would’ve deflected the question, Lysithea knowing that she would never relinquish such control or power to any one person. Now?

“Mommmmy~, you know why 💖!” Hilda sounded, her arms coming up and around Bernadettas neck, her lips puckered and taking Bernadettas’ in her mouth. The kissing, if you were to call the slobbering, slurping, devouring of lips that the two were parading as such, was enough that Hilda couldn’t help but begin to trail her own hands down. Bernadetta took their lips apart, but their tongue danced together outside, a lewd display of licking as Hilda sat on her new Masters body, her eyes crossing just to stare at her her once beautiful visage confronted into the perfect image of a jizz addicted bimbo!

“ Hilda loves her mommy is why ♥️! Hilda can’t go any longer with mommys’ cockcummies in her tummy. My tummy wants you to paint it white with your cum! Hilda wants to be a good girl for her mommy, not like before, Hilda was bad before, Hilda will be good from now on, so please let Hilda have cummies, mommy? Please, mommy 💗?”

Bernadetta let out a sigh that was exasperation given sound, although her smile never faltered. Red ran on her face at the sound of Hildas’ declaration of need, but her body was already prepping up, Lysthiea hearing gasps from women as they watched the sight, hands covering their faces. She pushed Hilda off, forcing her to stand up, as she began to turn the two of them. Her hand was once again, the leash attached to the collar she wore well in hand. 

“I don’t think everyone here would appreciate our “time” together, so how about we-”

“No, I don’t think we would.” Lysithea was shocked that her own voice made its’ way into the hall, but she felt like she wouldn’t regret it. Her feet clacked as she forced her way through the crowd, her heart burning in her chest. When the two got sight of her, Bernadettas’ eyes shrank as she began to step back, but became full and clear as she brought both feet to stand. Hilda, on the other way, smiled with such bliss, hand waving to Lysithea. 

“Hey, Lysithea~! Sorry about me leaving the Golden Deer, but mommy was just sooo convincing~!” She gasped, both hands coming to her face. “Do you wanna be with mommy too?” Lysithea wondered if her face expressed just how revolting an idea like that sounded to her. Deciding to ignore her, she glared at Bernadetta, the girl keeping both her eyes on her.

“Now, I don’t know exactly what you’ve done, or think that you’re allowed to do while you are here. I don’t know exactly what kind of barbarian raised you, or brought you up.” Lysithea forced herself to stand tall. “You are not allowed to treat this institution like some brothel for yourself!” Lysithea exclaimed, some slick and warm passing through her chest as Bernadetta winced. It made her words flow easier.

 “Acting like such a cad, goonish person will net you nothing, Bernadetta. What, did you hate being called the mouse of Black Eagles and decide that you must overcorrect to become someone who only acknowledges their base desires?” Berndaetta did shrink on that one, Hildas’ eyes coming from her glow of lust to a squint at Lysithea, the crowd muttering its’ agreement.

“Lysithea, that’s mean. Mommy is doing nothing but what I want.”

“What you want? What, to be some toy in the middle of the mess hall?!” Anger rose in her voice, the memories of her being teased about her age in Golden Deer making some hurt in her chest. Redirecting it all back to the purple haired girl, who looked like she was ready to run, her hand clenching and face contrite. “Face it, if that’s your way of improving, you should give up and crawl home. I’ll take Hilda back and whip her back into presentable shape, but you can just take whatever other whores you have and leave!” 

That did something. 

Bernadettas’ head was beginning to come down and low, but the last sentence made it stop and slowly rise back. When her eyes met Lysithea, the white haired girl swore that they were the clearest she had ever seen them, holding her entire body. They were still, her own face was, and in a way that made Lysithea uncomfortable with the lack of anything being displayed. Bernadetta let go of the leash that was connecting her and Hilda, quickly coming to stand right in front of Lysithea, making the white haired girl realize that she was actually nearly half a foot taller than her. 

“Is that so? All you see is a bunch of people that you believe should never pass the door of Garreg Mach again?” Lysithea puffed her chest up even as the feeling of all eyes on her made her feel small, not helped by Bernadettas’ height on her. “That we bring nothing to the table?”

“Exactly”, Lysithea spat. Bernadetta hummed, the same sight of faux contemplation from her earlier debauchery on her face.

“Well, I guess you forget that people can be helpful in lots of ways. For example, Hilda?” Hilda skipped right next to Bernadetta, eager and ready. “Hold her down.” 

Lysithea blinked and in the next instance, felt weight pressing against her arms. It was when she knew her surroundings again that she realized Hilda had grabbed her arms with her hands, and tossed her over her shoulder, arm holding her legs together..

"Wha?! Hilda, what in the world are you doing?!" Lysithea squealed, her legs kicking out, trying to fight against the arm that was holding them. The toned feeling of her bare arms shuffled against the cloth of her school uniform. 

"Helping Mommy prove a point~." Hilda sang as she brought Lysithea over to the table, the crowd dispersing from her path. Lysitheas’ eyes ran across the crowd, desperate s ran back and forth across the entirety of the crowd, but found that no one dared to take a step in their way. When they reached the table, Lysithea was placed against the wood on it, Hilda hands catching her arms and holding them behind her back. The pink haired fuckpet lowered herself, Lyisthea feeling every pound of her weight on her back. “You know, Mommy has to get in the mood to be this mean. You’re so lucky♥️!” 

Before Lysithea could fix her lips to make a comment, she felt calloused hands tracing her jaw, griping it and turning her towards its owner. Bernadetta tilted her face up, the cold expression of disappointment on her face. Lysithea suppressed the shiver that ran now her back while feeling Hilda let one run throughout her body, looking up with Lysithea. “Mhmm, can I be punished too 💗?”

Bernadetta eyes didn’t move from Lysithea as her hand came up and yanked on Hildas’ pigtail, causing some wet to run down Lysitheas’ back, and make her squirm in the girls grasp, her shivers in her hands that held her arms not causing her grip to lessen at all. 

“Now, as you can see, Lysithea, Hilda, despite the claims that she’s nothing but a toy, is still one of the more physically strong people in the monastery. Her ability with her axes proves that.” Lysitheas’ gritted her teeth at the faint praise, especially when hse heard Hilda giggle on top. “Next, one of my girls has shown me that you magic users need your hands free to do anything.” Lysitheas’ eyes widened as she realized that she was indeed immobilized, her hands attempting to come to life with magic, but failing. 

“Hilda”, she grunted, body rumbling against the slutty accomplice. “Let go of me!” Her head attempted to thrast, but Bernadettas’ grip kept her head in place, forcing her forward and looking at her.

“Last, but most certainly not least, one of my girls has taught me something important”, Bernadetta commented, hands beginning to explore her body. How they traveled across her arms, toying with the way her skin would feel if the cloth was out of the way. She felt her hands come to her back, reaching under Hildas’ arms, and she would  rub, igniting a heat that she would forever deny as long as she had sanity in her mind. They cupped and pooled at the small of her back, the tension causing her to shift. “How to be a better disciplinarian.”

She felt the weight of Hilda shift to her legs and the first thing that she became aware of was that those hands that were toying with her were smoothing down to her shorts, her eyes like pin pricks as they did. They gripped the meat of her ass through her shorts, and Lysithea felt her stomach explode with rejection and fear.  Bernadettas’ hand reached around and opened her jacket, the sound of buttons snapping echoing, the silence of a crowd in stunned silence, as if she had the right to undress a girl and grope her, testing out her body for become the next in her line of cum-drunk bitches!   Lysithea threw her dignity away as she began to attempt to thrash her way out of Hildas’ grasp.

“Hilda, for Sothis sake, stop her! We were friends, why in all of the world aren’t you stopping this, help me!” Lysithea cried, hot fear stinging in her eyes as she continued. She felt the hand cease, followed by the giggle above her. The shuffle of feet told her that Bernadetta was right beside her. 

“Well, why don’t you look?”

“Look at what, you brainless traitorous foo-” was all Lysithea was able to reach till she turned to the right. Bernadetta had allowed her head to turn only for them to shrink once again, not in fear but in pure shock! For now, she was face to face with the tool of all these womens’ destruction: this undeniable mammoth of a phallus that Bernadetta was gifted!

Lysithea felt her eyes have to travel the length of it, the shorts that it was contained in straining to the point that marks of stretching fabric encased the thing. The tube of meat that hung downward, the bulbous tip outlined even in the shorts, was thick enough that Lysithea wasn’t sure how it still in there!  She could see the veins pulsating in it, so thick that they too strained against the fabric, outlined with every detail of the capabilities of their reproductive prowess, the prowess that had made Hilda betray country and friend, and turned this institution of learning into…into a whorehouse for one student! Her ripe nutsack exposed in them, taut and tight, the heat of expanding dickgirl swimmers coming from them.

 The sight of it made that heat in Lysitheas’ stomach return, burning deeper and deeper inside of her and eyes unfazed,  even as one hand returned to her ass, an examinary groping of the thing.  It was then her nose picked up on something and when Bernadetta stepped forward, she found what it was. The stench! Her mind reeled, even as her nose inhaled. It made her eyes cross, her breath becoming uneven as she took more and more of it in.

  H-how can they endure this?! This musk feels like my brain is being destroyed just by heaving just the slightest amount. She swallowed, not noticing that now, Bernadetta was moving her hand, the one not on her ass, to pull and bring her jacket up, her pale back beginning to show. The idea of any woman meeting such a thing, such a smell, and continuting a existence that could be deemed human or normal was impossible! What would happen if I, I were to smell it without these shorts? What would happen to any woman?! They could not stand against this, they would fall into a rut just from her scent, they would, I would!

“Lysithea, why is your butt bigger?” Hilda questioned, her head tilting, seemingly oblivious to the way Lysithea clamped up beneath her. The girl's eyes darted back and forth , sweat that had no heat to blame for it building on her temple. Bernadetta, without a second thought, pulled her shirts down to her ankles, gray eyes bouncing in surprise.

It was just as Hilda had said: her ass was bigger. No, scratch that, it was nice and bubbly, two wondrous orbs of white creamy fuckmeat, wobbling and moving together! On a good day, Lysithea was "developing", but the bubbly pale of twin moons that were exposed to Bernadetta at this moment were nothing of the sort! They were bisected by a lacy purple thing that Lysithea had the nerve to consider panties, her legs frozen as her shortstack shame was revealed. Her hands enjoyed the feeling of the meat moving with her hands, Lysithesa huffing underneath her. Bernadettas' mouth stretched out a smirk, as her hand gripped one of them, fingers sinking. 

"Hmmm, not as fat and nice as Hildas, but certainly bigger than expected." Her other hand went to her chest and found that the breast she was touching wasn't just a little bit of flesh and nipple that wouldn’t be enough to fit in her palm. No, they were full, handfuls even, as she squeezed one, the way that Lysithea groaned and tried to bite her lip so that she might imprison the groan leaving her mouth inside. “These certainly weren’t here, now, were they?” Bernadetta pulled at the nipple, enjoying the feeling of the stretching of them.

“Mhmmm~. W-what are you-hmmm urghk–doing to me?” Lysithea mumbling, the sound of distress attempting to crash through her teeth, clenched as they were. “I demand that you release me right this moment, you-you barbaric witch. Y-you insolent scum, absolute degenerate fuc-”

SMACK!

“ AIIEEEE~ !!” The sound expelled from Lysithea mouth couldn’t be described as anything less than the meekest bitch squeal you had ever heard, the legs splaying out on the table, the ripple of her fatass rupturing as Hilda giggled once again above her. “W-What was that for?!” The whine in her voice got away from her, unable to keep a composure after having her ass assaulted, only for another strike to come, swift and hard, Lysithea burning her head in the table to muffle the sound of her cries.

“Well, that was for not being honest with me. I know now why you came to interrupt us 🖤!” Her hand trailing along her ass, coming to her panites and pulling them, allowing all to see how they stretched and curved to her ass, and when they would snap back, the sound of elastic meeting skin, alongside a girls’ increasing whimpers. “One of my “whores” has helped me learn that magic can do many things, including help the physical process alongside or even prop it up.”

Lysithea attempted to close her eyes, hoping that when she opened them, she would be in her room, away from this debauchery and with her dignity still. I was too cocky, I know that, but please, have some mercy on me! 

“So I want to confess for everybody here: you interrupted because you were jealous of the attention that my little fucksow here”, Berandetta said as she pulled Hildas’ hair once again, bringing her into a quick yet aggressive kiss, Hilda almost letting go of her hands. “Let everyone know that you wanted to be seen as a “grown-up” kid and that you wanted people to see how impressive your new body is.”

Lysithea would state that the shock, enough that she felt as though she had been smacked, was what allowed some of her original bass in her voice to return. While she was still being held, she attempted to turn her way.

“A-Admit to such tripe?! You must be out of your mind if you think that I, Lysithea Von Ordelia, am going to stoop low enough as to do make such a ridiculous indecent-”

SMACK! SMACK1 SMACK!

‘AAAAAAAAAHHHHHIIEEEEEEAAAHHHH~ 💔 💔!” Three quick strikes and a scream to accompany them. By now, Lysitheas’ face burned with humiliation, eyes looking into Bernadettas’ pleading, hoping that seeing her like this, weak, a child once again, would be enough. The eyes that towered over her, looking down on her, visions atop the gates of a heaven, bore down on her, demanding an answer. Lysithea knew it wasn’t pride that kept her from answering them, but she liked to believe that was the reason. She heard the sound of a tongue clicking above her. 

“Alright, have it your way, then.” Bernadetta sighed, stepping back and allowing Lysithea some time with her thoughts. “I don’t want to waste time on such a bad girl, anyway, I have more fun with girls who want this.”

Lysithea felt her throat catching air in it, the surprise took her in such a way. S-she’s letting me go? After all that? Fine, make that mistake, and watch what hap-

SMACK!

That one did something as Lysitheas’ legs went straight, her face screwed in that her eyes were inwards towards the bridge of her nose and her mouth was spreading in an opened lip pout, as a sound like a broken sow felt her mouth.

“ OOOOUGGGHHHHOGGGHHHH~ 💔 ♥️ 💗!” The sound ripped through Lysitheas’ throat was unable to be anything more than the cry of her girl knowing that her time as a human was coming to an end. She was in the hands of someone who had turned students, her friend, into wanton ladies of pleasure, willing to do anything for their next fix of her lustful torment! Her scream was only calmed by the continuous giggles of Hilda, whom leaned down to her ears.

“Enjoy mommys’ attention. She’s missing Dorothea and me rimming her out for this, so you better be appreciative of it 💖!” Her giggle made Lysithea shiver, the sound making her ears wiggle. "Every time she's done this to one of us, some of us pass out cause being spanked by Mommy makes our brains short out. Course, we could also become even more slutty than before." She liked Lysitheas' ear. "I wonder what'll happen to you 💞🖤❤️!" As She came back up, and the hand of Bernadetta came back down on her ass, screams aplenty from just the one strike. 

“Tell the truth.” 

Gasps of air rippled through her body, her hair falling into her face as she attempted to glare at her, only for the blush and her drool flowing down her puffy lips making it impossible. 

“N-Never~.” She whimpered, knowing that her punishment for such was waiting. 

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

“ AAAAIIIIIIIIEEEEE~, STOP SPANKING ME, MY ASS IS SENSITIVE, YOU BRUTE~!” 

On and on, it went. For the next five minutes, Berndetta made sure that Lysitheas’ fuckcheeks became intimate with the feeling of her hand coming down, a question with each break between, and an assault on her ass for every lapse. Hilda watched the crowd, watching as several people couldn’t tear their eyes away, couldn’t stop watching her mommy. Why would they? Hilda found that other than having her mommy help her forget her own name and swallowing every rancid, hot, steamy, gallon in her ball, she loved knowing that watching her mommy fuck the others. 

Watching Byleth sink her head into her pelvis and only come back up when she was allowed, Dorothea using her tongue to slather and lick every pube from Bernadettas’ balls, Manuela literally singing her praises. Sothis was a odd one, just the sight of everything was enough for her, often cumming just from watching them fuck, thouugh Hilda couldn’t deny feeling the same. 

She often interrupted other fuckings, she needed her fix! Sucking on her mommys' balls while she was deep inside another woman, helping with any blowjobs, lips hollowing out around that glorious, brick solid, lava hot, fuckbeam that she sprouted from her crotch, or tonguing her sementanks that swung below.

She often forgot to remove the pubes from her face the next day. At least that’s what she said.

She was almost lost in her own mind before she was brought back by Lysithea cries. She had stepped off of her, having used her jacket to keep her hands tied, the matching lacy bra to the panties visible.  By now, her face was scrunched in an angry smile, her back arched so that her ass was more bent than flat. The only difference was that it was providing a bit of a show to Hilda, and that’s when it hit her. Before Berndetta could deliver another below, Hilda used a finger, motioning towards her. Bernadetta eyed her with a quirked eyebrow, but quickly came over.

Lysithea had tears running down her eyes, the humiliation of this event scorching deep in her bones. B-but I haven’t fallen, not to them. No matter their methods, I will still have my pride! Her teeth was scrunching, grinding and her ass was wiggling, subconsciously already pleading for more. I-I’ll be fine, just need to get away from them, just have to-

When Bernadetta returned to her side, the smile on her face made her stomach run cold. She bent over and took her ear. 

“Tell me, Lysithea, how does it feel to have all of these people watching you?” Lysithea blinked, wondering what she meant. Her eyes hadn’t come up to face the crowd since this started and when she finally did, she wished she never had. Disgust was the word on alls’ mind, the center of such filthy attention. She could see others had their hands raised to their mouths, as if the sight was able to offend their taste.

She made to say her defense, but then remembered how she looked: her ass was hiked up, wiggling and jiggling as if desperate to worship and prostrate at the feet of a Goddess Cock like Bernadettas. She finally felt that her hips were shaking from side to side. a subconscious submission, brought to light, when Bernadetta came to it, she was leaning into the touch instead of away from it. N-no, this isn’t what it looks like, I-I’m not like them, I swear it, they, they, they’ve done this to me. This brute, this slut, these fucking degenerate women have-

“Still denying it, are we?” 

SMACK!

“Ahhh 💗!” Lysithea knew that what just came from her mouth was a shout that became a squeal. She trembled, begging Sothis above that this wasn’t how it ended, anything but like this.

“Look at how you’re about to cum, let out all of this wonderful stuck-up bitch juice in you, hmm?” Bernadetta mocked, hand continuing with the assault, Hilda forcing her head up so that she was forced to see all the eyes of people on her. Their disgust, their shock, their open arousal at her. “You want to be acknowledged and seen as important? I understand that, better than you think. Well, look, they acknowledge you, Hilda does, and so do I.” 

Bernadetta came to her face once more, this time, letting her gigafuta-dick hang in her face. Lysithea eyes examined it, taking in every vein, how shorts that once were giving it all they could were pushed to the brink of their function, and how the musk that tormented her now danced through her nose, her eyes crossing from just a hit of the stuff, noting that it didn’t smell bad anymore. In fact, it smelled so intoxicating. “Go on, give in, you don’t have to admit anymore, just let go, look at them and give in.” 

Her hand gripped and molesting her ass, the sound of her dripping to the floor on blast. Her panties were wet enough that a single rip could remove them. Lysithea cared for not a damn bit of any of that, her eyes on everyone watching her, knowing they would see. Her breath was stifled, her body tight as her stomach burned and her cunt ooze her arousal. Please, Please, please, don’t, please, please, Please, PLEASE, PLEASE 💗, PLEASE 💞, PLEASE 💗 💞 💖!

SMACK!

“CUMMMMMMINGGGGG, CUMMMMING, CUMMMING, CUMMING, CUMMING 💗, CUMMING 💞, CAWWWWINNGGG, CCUMMMMMMMMMM!”

Lysitheas’ body gave in, the tension of her stomach slipping into the stream of bliss. The drip from her pussy becomes an uncorked river, the stream cascading through the air and landing on the stone of the floor. It arched from her, her head down and pressed against the table, her once strained and angry smile giving way to her tongue pressed against the wood, her back and body arching, as the entirety of her pussy gave in and squirted agaisnt the tiles. WIth each announcement of her own orgasm, another clear string of fuckbitch liquid would let loose and fall onto the ground, femcum pouring out of her.

Her orgasm lasted long enough that when she came back down, spots in her eyesight, she knew that Bernadetta was leaving, walking through the crowd, and directing Hilda to deal with the aftermath, deciding that she wanted to have fun with her more “Mature girls”. At that time, people began to leave, the spots that they had stood in wet, and several fluids on the floor that weren’t from the three participants. As Lysithea laid there, her head against the table, and the silence of the room greeting her, Hilda came into her view.

“Man, I know she’s not all that mean, but mommy could’ve been a bit harder on you, ya know?” Lysithea could barely acknowledge her, her juices leaking and her head still against the table. “You know, you were actually pretty good, Ly. Mommy usually has us screaming and yelling for her dick by then, but you held out. You’re pretty awesome~!”

That brought some life back to the girl, her hair a mess and a ghost of a smile on her lips.

“I am?”

“Yeah,” Hilda felt her own grin spread, teeth showing. “Though I don’t know if you could take it if Mommy went all out.”

Lysithea wasn’t a fucking idiot, she saw the trap Hilda laid. Using her pride against her? It would be laughable, if she didn’t realize how right it was. Her reputation was in tatters, no doubt, she would be known as just a young slut that got off to be humiliated in crowds. Just another bimbo that Bernadetta took to her room and used as a fatass sperm slurping cocksleeve. Just another woman shaped plaything. A whore, a-a disgrace to my name that indulges in debauchery such as letting her force that.thst massive club down my throat, forcing the only air in my lung to be mixed with her breeding nutmusk, forcing me to accept that as my new oxygen! Force me to be a good girl, a good girl, like some kid obeying her mother, a bitch obeying her master !

No! If she wanted some form of vengeance, Hilda and her knew: she needed this. Her eyes must’ve made her answer to the challenge clear, cause Hilda giggled. “Oh, you want another round? I guess I can arrange it. Only if you do two things: you have to play by our rules.” 

Lysithea nodded, her voice lost from her orgasm induced screaming. She felt her spine tingle as Hilda gave a lopsided grin with her next question.

“Second, what spell makes your ass bigger?”

Bernadetta had to admit, she felt good today. After being able to actually take someone like Lysithea down a peg, it was the type of day just for her. It was a bit of a hassle to convince everyone to give her some space, but no one said having a harem of cum sluts would be easy. 

Still, she knew she couldn't shake them all off. After all, she was merely sitting in her room, waiting for Hilda. She had gotten told by Dorothea that she wanted to meet her in her room soon and that was not for debate. Not often since they started this that Bernadetta got genuine backtalk, so she took it on the merit. Dorothea also informed them about the fact that Byleth and Manuela would "take care" of what happened in the mess hall. She shivered, wondering what a protective Byleth and Manuela would be like.

Knock, Knock

As she wondered, the knock at the door alerted her to an oncoming presence. When she walked over, she felt the excitement of knowing that Hilda was on the other side. Stepping towards the door, the sound of her meat slapping her own thighs, having gotten used to being in her room without any pants, the door opened enough for her to behold Hilda. 

She would have to admit that the fact that she was wearing a robe instead of whatever kinky thing she could find, but the way it hugged her ass, bubbly and also like a second skin? Her hands expressed her forgiveness, going right to reintroducing themselves to her ass and tits. The pink 

"Well, someone was eager to see me tonight~." Hilda moaned, already excited with what she had to show Bernadetta. However, in order to do so, she had to push her away, getting the most confused reaction out of her. "I know today was a bit much but I hope that I can make it better💕!" Bernadetta cocked an eyebrow, her smile beaming.

"That sounds nice. What exactly do you have in mind?" Bernadetta whispered, her voice smoothing out as she let her hand reached to her massive of titflesh taking the pink nub that was her nipple and pinching between her index and thumb.

Hilda near fell to her knees right there, her plan forgotten in the lust filled desire to be her mommy best slut . Harder, mommy💞! Pinch Hildas' sluttitts ever more~ . Still. she had to push her away, her tongue licking over her glossy pink lips. "Watch."

Stepping back outside, Hilda began speak to someone.

"Come on in~. Yes you have to, it wouldn't be fair if you didn't. You wanna prove you aren't just another living sucksleeve for mommy, get in here then!"

Bernadetta was not privy to the other side of the conservation but was able to guess that she was apparently going going have two bitches tonight. More for me then. However, when the cloaked figure came in, her small stature made Bernadettas immediately know who it was.

"Hilda, why is Lysithea here?" Bernadetta voiced, her voice calm. Her aggression satisfied and no reason to hound the girl, bringing her to her room felt unnecessary. However, said girl decided that rather than Hilda, she would answer.

"Why? Why?! You have made a mockery of me. Y-your brutish, deplorable way have defiled my body, made all see me as just as much of a whore as any of the women you have conquered!" Lysithea shouted, although the tremble in her voice was noted. "That thing on your waist is a threat, an evil instrument that has done more to savage and corrupt than even the old enemies of the church." Bernadetta felt her blood run with frustration, and about to speak when Lysithea declared: "Therefore, I will prove that there is a woman that can defeat that horrible monstrosity you called your sick and I will prove Lysithea Von Ordelia will not be defeated by a mere dick!"

She locked eyes with Bernadetta and the purple haired girl could actually see the heart developing in her eyes already, an unfinished painting needing a Masters' stroke. Bernadetta looked to Hilda, a shared conservation between them as they both smiled.

"Oh, and how will you prove that, Lysithea?"

 Bernadetta couldn't hide how her cock began to rise or how Lysithea eyes wouldn't leave the sight of it, free and tip rising the whole while, pale and tan hands acting in tandem, Hilda beginning to remove her robe. Lysitheas' breath pushed and felt her throat, hungry gasps coming out of her mouth, even as she attempted to glare her "opponent" down. 

"By beating you at your own game." 

Both robe and cloak fell to the ground and Bernadetta felt like her eyes were attempting to launch out of her head. “O-Oh my dear Sothis ♥️!” Her cock springing up that the tip was in her stomach. In front of her stood two of the sluttiest and tastiest looking fuckdolls that she had ever had the pleasure of looking at!

Lysithea’s hair was fashioned into a similar form of tails like Hildas’, much shorter but with the addition of two violet colored scrunchies, that made her look cute. However, that’s where the innocence stopped. For the outfit she was wearing would be a type of cheering outfit that Hilda of, except this was only made to encourage a stud to do her best at rutting every defenseless girl she saw! The coloring was purple and white, the purple coloring the entirety of it with white strips donning across the upper chest and side of the top.

 The chest was open, the large window in the shape of a heart, Lysithea' breast struggling to stay in the top. They were larger than earlier, something that made Bernadetta realize her theory about magic was correct: Lysithea had gone back and made her tits even bigger, just for a night with Bernadetta! Her nipples were larger as well, visible against the fabric, as she shifted from one foot to another, the sight of Bernadetta taking her in making her unable to stay still. “Q-quit staring, y-you perverted cad.” She mumbled as she tried to hold her legs tighter to stop her juices from flowing down them, a puddle of denial emerging at her feet. 

Speaking of her lower body, the skirt that she was wearing was short enough that it barely hid her panties underneath, a purple thong that hugged into the meat of her hips, her shortstack, smackable booty only jiggling from her small in place steps! Even from the front, Bernadetta could tell that now she would have a hard time gripping that thing with both hands, and that the straps of her thong were doing the absolute best that they could to hold it in! Her slutty little cheerleader act was topped off with purple pom-poms and cute little hearts tied on her wrist.

“ Haa, haa, don’t forget about your first whore, cockmommy 💗!”

The line made Bernadetta turn and realized that Hilda was in a mirror outfit to Lysithea, a few differences. The quickest to spot was that it was pink instead of purple, a similar pattern on her. However, her chest was pushing the top to an even further extent, causing the sight of her areolas to be presented. Also, despite Lysithea clearly slutting herself up, Hildas’ ass was still that big that the own thong was practically snapping at the seams, and Bernadetta could see that cause the skirt she wore was short enough that it didn’t even hide the thing, an unobscured view of it for her eyes only, her own pom-poms a shiny pink. 

Berndaetta whistled her appreciation but it was her body that made her desires known. Her cock throbbed, the sight of such heavy meat causing fear to run through Lysithea and for lust and long submission to run through Hilda. 

“Well, Well, I see that you girls are taking this seriously, especially you, Lysithea.” Bernadetta scooted herself back onto the bed, allowing her own bubbly ass to fall on the bed. She looked at the two, and her grin grew as she leaned back onto her hands. “Okay, then, Lysithea, impress me then, show me that you can conquer this.” She motioned to the bat like pillar of fuckmeat, both girls panting at the sight, Hilda feeling a quick trial of femcum shoot from her.

Hilda and Lysithea shared a stare, Hilda eyes, though filled with hearts and glowing, looked at Lysithea with expectations. Lysithea took a breath, her eyes unable to ignore the pulsating, gigantic pillar in front of her. I can do this, this cock won’t beat me. I-it can’t defeat me, watch, I’ll prove it.

With a breath, Lysitheas’ face morphed, any heat behind them disappearing as she let her eyes become fill of joy and desire, the eyes of a eager girl to do anything. The drool she was holding in came down the side of her cheek as she smiled. One of her arms shoot out to meet Hildas, the two using each other as a balancing force. With them both in place, both cheerleaders rose one of the her legs high, Lysithea her left, Hilda her right, and allowed Bernadetta the sight of their thongs cutting deep into their pussies, a thin line on both of their anuses. 

Both held smiles, Lysitheas full of teeth, though her juices now flowed truth and without trepidation. Hilda was the same open mouth smile of utter dedication. Lysithea had to swallow her spit as she began to speak.

“B-Bernadetta, these two bimbo fucktoys will cheer on your cock from now till morning ♥️! Allow us to show you our dedication and how w-w-we’ll reward your cock with our wondrous routine 💖!” Lysithea exclaimed, her voice rising to push her desires to the front. Releasing the pose after allowing Bernadetta to enjoy the sight of the two of them ruining the floor with their femjuices, Hilda sunk to her knees. Taking her own tits in her hands, she began to fondle them. As she did, her tongue rolled from her mouth, licking at the air in front of her.

“ Mommy, your fucksow wants to use these nasty bobbies do make your cock go spurt all over my retarded fuckface~~! ♥️ 💗 ♥️  Let Hilda use her slut mouth to make your mommydick bulge and grow in my throat and make me go brain dead on my mommy cock again! 💞 💖” Hilda further made her point by using her tongue and mouth to mine a fellatio at Bernadetta, her tongue circling around an invisible cockhead as she stared at her Cockqueen~! “ Pwease, mommy, lew Hilda be your detty fackbitch like you always do, slide your cum down my throat and on my filthy bimbo titties!”

Bernadetta would’ve lost it just with that, but she knew that as much as she wanted to, the truth star was right next to her. At least, she was standing, cause when Bernadetta turned to take her in, she almost lost her balance, even sitting, from the sight. Lysithea turned herself around, putting her hands into her knees, her pompoms discarded, her ass bisecting by the thin line of her thong, and looked back. Even with the attempt of a glare, the hearts from before were becoming more solid. Standing in a tip-toe, lewd bent over at the waist stance, Lysithea took her earlier instruction from Hilda.

Using her free hand to take one of her cheeks and spread it, she put the other towards her face, her finger in her mouth as she drooled over it.

“ MMMHMMHM, Bernadetta, I know that you want this, this innocent virgin pussy 💗. You wanna watch my ass bouncing and soaking the juices of your degenerate ways? Lysithea will keep bouncing, and bouncing, and bouncing till your cock goes soft 💗 💗! “ To give emphasis, her hand on her ass raised up and gave her a smack, her self degradation come into play. “ You won’t be able to stand my pussy, my tight little virgin asshole, tight and begging for that brutecock to fuck my brain out of me. It’ll be my pleasure to jerk your queencock till you’re gasping, Bernadetta ♥️ 💞 🖤”

Bernadetta didn’t know what to consider these two. For all her words, Lysithea was standing tip-toed and begging for her cock. With that in mind, Bernadetta knew that she didn’t near to say a word. Her finger flung out, and she motioned back to her. The two fuck bitches crawled over to her, allowed to finally be close to the object of their desires! 

The shadow of it towered over them, its’ tip already in such a state, that droplets of cum were falling upon them, the sight causing them both of to shiver. Lysithea watched Hilda, the pink haired bimbo in her own world as she cupped one of the balls like it was a holy wine. Lysithea followed suit, knowing that there would be no turning back. I prove it here, I prove that she can’t win against me.

SCHULRPP! 

SCHURLP! SCHURLP! SCHURLP!

SNORT! SNORT! SNORTTTT!

SNNNNOOOOOOORTTTT ♥️ 💗!

“FwwuUUUHAAHHHH~, It’s sooooo gawwDDDDDd, they taste so goooDDD~ ♥️ 💞! Hilda, why didn’t yooouuu tell me they taste so good?!! ♥️ 💞 💕”

SNNNNOOOOOOORTTTT ♥️ 💗! SCHULP ♥️ 💕 💞 💖

Six minutes. Six minutes were all it took for the two of them to become nut-sucking, brain-dead, retarded fucksows that gripped onto Bernadetta nutsack like it was life itself. Two dumb fucked bitches that were steady leaking their pussyjuices onto the floor of Bernadettas’ room, a smell had Bernadetta identified succeed with. Bernadetta allowed a trembling sigh to flow from her mouth, her hand holding both of their heads, their bobbing and slurping sounds echoing in the room.

“OOOhhhhoohhh, fuck 🖤! This is wonderful, so fucking wonderful. I dont think even Byleth has ever been this dirty with me, fuck!” Bernadetta shouted, the need for silence was unnecessary, if the monastery wanted to hear her, let it. “To think, you were talking  up such a big game earlier, Lysithea.” The white haired girls’ only acknowledgment was that she sucking slowed for a a second, grim and pubes caking her much slower than before. “But look at you now, here with Hilda, sitting on your own fatass, serving me. You know what you actually want? You wanna be my bitch, don’t you? Wanna become a drooling nutslut just like them all, don’t you?!” 

Lysithea could barely acknowledge that, the taste of sweaty scrotum and nut too enrapturing for her to have attention for anything else. She had her answer from earlier: she would break. She would break on those glorious orbs of futa excellence, she would feel her inside twist and turn at the feeling of the heat from them on her tongue. Her head bobbed, sucking as she looked at Bernadetta, her glare giving hearts in them.Bernadetta looked back, and patted her head. 

“I think it’s time to put you to the truth test, don’t you?

How could she do this? Turn me into a deplorable bimbo slut, hungry for her cummies and needy for her touch? This brute, this wondrous degenerate woman, the upstanding pillar of futadom energy! She will pay for this, she will pay with every second that I have this cock avaialbe, I will torture her with this mouth of mine, and if she decides to stuff my gulllet full of this thing, then I will show her by making sure that she blow every fat wriggling swimmer down my throat, leaving her unable to go to any of the other whores that she has in her stable, any other harlot she desires. My body provides the greatest pleasure, as my womb is untouched and still tighter than any of them, and it will lead me to victory over her, her cock will see that my pussy, my shithole is the best for her, the other bimbos wouldn't have the ability to stand against Lysithea, cause I will be the only one that she needs, I will conquer this dick and have it bend to me, it will satisfy me and I will satisfy it, I will be it’s personal toilet, I will service this cock with devoition and with praise, I will serve it like the goddesscock that it is, she will have to accept me as the only truth pet for her, cause I’m her best girl, I’m her best girl, bestgirl bestgirl wants cockyummies, cockyummies , cockyummies, cockyummies, cockyummies, COCKCOCKCOCKCOCKCOCKCOCKCOCKCOCK

“ SNNOOORRTTTTTTTTTTT~~!!! ♥️ 💗 💗 💓 WYSITHEA LOST, I-I’VE LOST TO THIS COCK, FUCKMEFUCKMEFUCKMEFUCKME, PWEASE, FUCKME, COCKYUMMIES IN MY TUMMY, PWEASE GIVE ME MUMMYS’ YUMMY COCKMILK IN MY ASS AND MAKE IT GAH PLAP WPAP WHEN YOU HIT AGAINST IT, PWEEASEEEEEE~~!!! 💗 💓 💓!” 

What was Bernadetta to say? This girl broke so bad, that Hilda, whose' eyes were rolling into her head from blasting the fifth squirting of the night from sucking on her balls, looked over in surprise. 

“Man, she was really wanting you to break her.” Hilda said, as she watched her Master pulling the girl off her cock, her tongue wriggling as she attempted to keep her tongue on the grimy nut orb, her heart blazing with heart shapes. 

“I know, but I think it’s time for her to get what she truly came over.” Bernadetta said, gripping one of Lysitheas’ pigtails, and dragging her up by it. The once brainy girl could only let out a yelp, the sight of her femcum striking out from the meeting place of her thighs. She felt thing being ripped out her. If she was in a better head plave, she might wonder if she would ever wear decent wear again and knew that if it meant losing Bernadetta. they could keep it.

Before she knew it, she was in Bernadettas’ lap, the futa queen hooking her arms underneath her legs, and allowing Lysithea to see her cock in full view. The sight of it standing upright showed that it would pound into her stomach just with one shove.

“ Aaaaaahhhhh~~! Bib cock, bib cock going in my asspussy, my asspussy is gonna be gaping from mommy cock, mommycock, mommy is gonna implae me and carry me on her cock, cock in my tummy, cummy in my tummy, cummies, cummies, cummies! 💞💕🖤❤️💞"

SCHLORP! PLAP! PLAP!

" OOOOOOOGGGHHHHH, COCCCCKKKKKKK 💞💕❤️💓! COCK IS HERR, COCK BULGES IN MY TUMMY~!" Lysithea screamed into the enter, her eyes rolling till the whites of them showed. Bernadetta took her opportunity, shoving  her cock right into the poor former human known as Lysithea, her ass forced to take 21 inches of veins bursting futameat in seconds!  The sound of meat clapping against meat rebounded in the room, rattling in Lysitheas fucked empty head.

" Sothis above, Hilda, you outdid yourself with this one🖤! Perfect little cocksleeve for me to ruin. Listen to her fucking dixk babble, she's already a fucking retarded cunt at this point!" Bernadetta exclaimed, her groin slapping against the meat od her fuckpuppets ass. " FuuuCCCkkk, she's so fucking tight! Hilda. I wanna fill this little bitch, make sure I'm nice and fucking ready!"

Hilda didn't need another word, her mouth going from the ball she had been worshiping and suckling another into her mouth, her cheeks full of the cumfactories.

" NGGGGGHHAAGGA💕💞! NNGHGGGHHA - SNOOORTTTT~~!! UGHHHHHAAA, I'LL MAKE SURE MOMMY IS READY TO MAKE LYSITHEA FULL OF HER CUM, CUM IN HER, CUM IN HER BIG ASS, MOMMY, SNOOOOOOORTT~~💔💓💕💞!"

Every time Bernadetta brought Lysithea down, her cocktip finding thr edge of the poor girls guts and forcing them to reform to the shape of her dick, a line of femcum would squirt from her, the liquid covering Hilda as she snorted and took in more of her cockgoddesses musk. Lysitheas' tongue hung out of her mouth, her mind spilling from her tongue.

" COCCCCCCKKKK, CoCcckKkkkk~~💓! UGGGGWWWAHHH, this CoCk feels too good, too good in Lysitheas' lewd little bitch pussy~~!Please, please, let me have it, make me go stupid in my dickpipe, Mommy Bernadetta!! ❤️💞❤️💕💓"

It was with this thar Hilda could feel Bernadetta balls churning. Her slamming of Lysithea onto her base was heightened adding in her own thrust upward, attempting to spear and set Lysithea on her cock permanently. The veins in her warm testes fill Hildas mouth, a moan and groan from her as her throat attempted to swallow more and more.

" Fuck, fuck, FUCK, you want it, Lyishtea? You wanna have my cum in your fucking brainatic fucking stomach? Wanna be a empty headed spunkrag? Fine, Fine then! TAKE IT ALL, TAKE ALL OF MY CUM AND ACCEPT BEING MY NEWEST FUCKING TOY, YOU FUCKING SLUT!🖤"

SPUUUURRTTTT! SPLURT! SPLURT!

"OOOOOGGGGGGAAHHH💓💕! OooohhhOoooOOooooaaaaAAAAHHHHH~~💓❤️! CAWWWWINNGG, CUMMING FROM MOMMY CUMMING IN ME~~!"

The explosion of nut that blew in of Lysithea was audible from outside of the room. Bernadettas' cock shuddered, deep and pulsating in the once small hole of Lysithea. Her heavy nut, like heavy ropes, splattered inside of her, the essence enough that Lysithea felt her stomach bloat, a small bump on her stomach. It was enough that from the seal of her and Bernadetta, the cum sank from her, the volume too much for Lysitheas' guts to withstand. This wasn't a problem, as Hilda licked and swept up.

Bernadetta took in the feeling and sighr: Lysithea mumbling and squirting in a near constant state, mumbling about "take her back to Enbarr as a concubine, play with her every day" and such. All while Hilda look at her as if she eas the only thing in the world, those beautiful heart eyes looking at her. Bernadetta could only smile to herself.

"Well, I think that was good to start. Now, how does round two sound to you, girls?"

Just on the outside of Bernadettas' room, two voluptuous figures stood. Their plump and jizz inducing bodies stood before the door, though they wouldn't enter. They didn't need to, everything they could want to hear was already being broadcasted go them.

Rhea felt her face burning as she watched Manuela, her body twisting as she listened, clearly aroused by the actions. Rhea couldn't say she wasn't..also intrigued, her breaths coming unevenly. Everything they heard beyond that door was the height of lewdness, of absolute degenerate behavior, and yet…she couldn't move from it 

"I-it's even worse than I could've imagined it to be." Rhea said, her hand clenching to her chest as she refused to let either of them be away from her attention, lest she begin considering..lewd things.

Manuela, on the other hand, was certainly enjoying it, the sound a familiar lullaby. Though Rhea didn't need to know that. Still, she leaned against Rhea, both sets of breasts meeting.

"This is nothing, Rhea." Manuela whispered, letting their combined heat run over her, having to contain a grin as Rhea shifted, her legs close together as she did. "I've heard even greater stories than anything you just heard from here. Bernadetta is said to be an absolute beast 💓💕!"

Rhea had to swallow from the shock, yes, the shock, and not how her throat was having to find more air. She knew that Manuela was close and the feeling of her voluptuous warmth, how her legs were hooking around her thigh, how her eyes were so enterapurating, none of that. All of that was just…just hearing such things. …Still, s-she had a responsibility to the school.

"Fine, you will tell me these tales, then." Rhea commanded, Manuela squealing in response. "Let's start with a basic one", her shift was sudden, her tone more shy and inquiring, a schoolgirl wondering if the legends of the local stud were true, "is she really that big?"

Manuela could only smile as a little femcum trailed down her leg, the mark of Bernadetta shining right above her womb.

"Oh, Rhea, you will love to hear this💓💕💞."

Chapter Text

The tension that weighed on Petra as she walked from the training halls felt like it would make through to the center of the Earth. She still did not understand how one could give a hard enough step to do such a thing, but her feet felt like they were giving it a solid college effort. Again, another idiom she had no understanding of, as she didn’t understand how a college was able to perform any feats or abilities but it was very appropriate for this situation. As she sauntered away the large doors, she heard the muttering of people around the grounds.

"Sothis, do you think Bernadetta has been with her too?"

"I heard that their class is basically nothing but an orgy at this point!"

"How the hell is the church allowing this to happen?!"

Petra was struggling, the words and flow being rough to turn into understable idioms, but she was able to get the main gist: people had already learned deeply of the lewd and unbecoming things that were happening in her class! Petra felt the heat of humiliation racing through her body, her heels clanking against the walkway, her blush attempting to take over most of her face. 

It hadn't even been a week since what she did to Lysithea in the mess hall. Petra felt something run across her back, making shivers come from her as the halls of Garreg Mach surrounded her, the pressure of her skin being watched with every step making it hard to do so. After receiving her orders from Rhea, she did as Edelgard suggested: went to the other female of Black Eagles to discuss what had been happening, attempting to reason with her.

The result was not what she had been expecting.

“Dorothea, I’m not familiar with Foldan customs, but the relationships that are forming here are quite…unusual, correct?” The Brigid princess asked Dorothea, the girl taking a moment to examine herself in the mirror. Petra stood at the doors to her room, allowing the Songstress to dress herself, hands dancing through her hair. Her eyes were more focused on her own image in the glass, clearly making sure she would look good after she was done. Petra didn’t need to guess who for.

“Mhhmmm, I don’t know what you’re talking about, Petra. If what you are referring to it how Bernadetta has been one of the sweetest, kindest, and absolute most wonderful girlfriends a person could have, then I don’t see how that would be unusual.” Dorothea proclaimed, her lips being coated by the cylinder in her hand.

“Then the wardrobe that you have selected is considered…fine?” Petra eeked out, unable to cast her eyes away from the chestnut haired beauty of a songstress. As she stood up, her job with her own face done, she turned to face Petra, eyes rolling towards her. 

“And just what’s wrong with this outfit?”

Well, for one, one would be lying to consider what she was wearing right now actual clothing. Dorothea was already considered to be a normally beautiful girl, but even since her dedication to Bernadetta was confirmed, her looks went from attractive and alluring to ball-busting and outright sexually vicious! As she finished, Petra observed how her face was done up in heavy makeup, looking much more like a concubine that she had seen in her fathers’ court than a lady. A coating of red shadow, lighter than the ruby that she had used to transform her lips into plump dicksuckers, casted over her eyes. Her cheeks were bursting with blush and if maybe, her actual outfit was anyway near decent, she might just look sensual instead of like a complete tramp! 

 Right now, the only thing that was actually being covered by any stretch of the imagination was maybe her pussy!  The skirt that she wore, a dark black thing, rested high upon her hips, enough that it didn’t even cover what should’ve been her panties, allowing the sight of her plump, shakable, PAWG booty to shake and clap, alerting Petra to the fact that she wasn’t the only fat assed girl in the Black Eagles! Her legs were uncovered except for violet fishnets stockings that with their light coloring, almost glowed against her skin. Granted, her skin was on great display because the “underwear” of said skirt was a bikini, but not just a bikini. No, it was a sling bikini, a long thing that was two straps of dark purple, a royal type of it, coming up to be the only thing that held her meaty breast in place! 

The outfit, as she allowed Petra to view her straight on, allowed her to see the glow of a mark right above her womb and see that it was a mark that Petra wasn’t exactly familiar with. She eyed it and saw that it was strange: a line tracing down with what appeared to be a u at its head, a pair of wings coming from it and a pointed oval with a dot in it. As much as she was interested, the effects of the glow became much more apparent. 

While Dorothea was already in a position that would’ve made even the trashiest of gluttersluts hide their faces in shame, the glow of the crest on her womb was followed by a flood of moans leaving her mouth, a smile that was wobbling and drooling with submission as she looked herself over in the mirror.

"You just don't understand what Bernadetta can pull out of a girl, Petra❤. You can think that you don't need a partner to make you happy, think you need to fight and scrap to be happy. But with Bernie, you know what I realize?" Dorothea explained, her hands coming to her hair and twisted locks into a bundle, a pigtail on either side. "My Bernie Bear helped me realize that sometimes, the best way to live is in an endless, continuous, raging bliss that just keeps cummming and cumming, and cumming~~." The sentence was almost sung out, though her voice became higher towards the end. "Sometimes, the best way for a girl to live is to take it on the chin, or the face, the cheek, in her throat, and swallow every single thing that the world can can throw at her 💕💓!"

Petra felt her cheeks becoming hotter, as she saw how talking about this…relationship was causing a stir that made her shuffle her feet, and her hands go to her skirt, trying to ascertain some such of decorum by pulling on it. Dorothea looked at her, and a giggle that was too high to be natural or comforting left her. “Poor Petra, if only you knew what wonders this can deliver you. However, if you don’t want to know exactly how wondrous and loving and how filling it is to have Bernadetta with you, then I won’t interfere.” Finishing her outfit with a pair of golden heels that lifted her actual heel about 5 inches off the ground, the clank of them echoed as she began to walk to the door. “Now’ if you’ll excuse me, I have a date with my Bernie Bear and her new toy, Lysithea. She seems to have really came around to our way of thinking.”

Petra felt her mouth go dry, watching the way that Dorotheas’ ass jigglied, a saunter that shook the twin pale moons from side to side! The way they wiggled reminded Petra of a time in her home, the sound of the drums and the sight of women clambering after one man, a king, a warrior who had conquered. It wam in her mind, the images, the feelings, the heat it brought in the young girl that watched it all. The heat clawed up her throat, her eyes going wide, the feeling of something coming through. The heels echoed in their clanks against the wood, yet Petra swore she heard the sounds of footsteps and moans, whispers in her mind. 

“Cease, please!” Petra yelled, Dorothea already at the door. The girl stopped, the sight of her form standing at the door large, as if she was the guard to it. “I..I..” Petra felt the pounding of her heart, words desperate to come through and speak, racing through the heat, rattling through her mind to find an answer. “I have a proposition for Bernadetta.”

The way that Dorothea turned with a smile that was full of wanton desire, teeth a solid white bridge, and the glowing of the hearts in her eyes made Petra feel more afraid than any soldier or bandit ever could.

“And just what are you hoping to propose, dear?”

Petra now sat with Rhea, the two in the little cove on the side of the Rheas’ chambers. Rhea sat atop her seat, her stare coming down upon the Brigid princess. As Petra stood there, an arm folded behind her back as she clutch her other arm with it, she felt her face go red and look away from Rhea.

“I prefer that Bernadetta is here with us when I explain it.” Petra said, and heard the sound of Rhea sighing, observing her and feeling her mind form conclusions much too strange for her. Foldan was strange, the behaviors of the Monastery contrasting her home so wildly at first, yet, now, becoming more and more like it. The way that the woman were beginning to flock to Bernadetta, an almost nightly situation of her exploits with her harem being heard by several other women, the sight of girls having rush away to clearly find release from their pussies despairing at the fact that they were not the ones being ravaged by such a beast reminding Petra of her home and the large tent that the leader of such harems would stay in. 

The boundaries of who and what were acceptable in this were blurring as well. In Foldan, the sight of a woman old enough to be her mother with any younger person made peoples’ eyes squinted, the heat and disgust radiating such that Petra could feel her own skin crawling by circumstance. Home, only children were considered to not be a target for lustful wants, and upon the celebration of adulthood, such lust could be acted upon and were usually acted upon in front of the celebrating family, allowing them to indulge in such a moment. However, since Bernadettas’ beginning to this conquest, that fact seemed to have become null and void!  

The times that Manuela had been seen exiting her own quarters, a hand to her lips, her clothes falling from her body as she held something in her mouth, the sight of purple hairs on her lips and face and bite marks traveling up her chest was numerous and growing. Byleth had all but abandoned any sense, often asking Bernadetta to stay behind after classes. Any who ventured to gaze into the room would be greeted with the sight of wondrous blue hair in Bernadetta’ lap, bobbing and a trail of femsquirt coming down her legs as if water from an uncorked brook. 

Despite all of it though, Rhea was the most confounding. For one, whenever the topic of the purple mop haired girl came up, the sight of Rhea changed. She would tilt her head away, an attempt to seem disinterested. Petra could feel her eyes and ears perk like second nature, and the way that she would notice Rhea clutch her lips together, her face turn more rosy, and her legs shift, desperately running over each other was evident to her. 

Her attitude, though she tried to hide it, was worse: every question would become about her recent activities, what girl was involved, a nosy gossip that required high details for how much she wanted to find problem with her actions. Even now, Rhea tapped her fingers in what she was sure was supposed to be annoyance, yet her eyes glanced towards the opening into her chambers and her lips were going to have a groove of her teeth at the rate she was biting. 

Petra didn’t understand how, how, oh the concept was hard to translate, “of two minds” as her people would say, that Foldan seemed to be. Since she had been brought here, the pounding of new norms, the discussions of clothing she should wear casually, discussion of what she could discuss with other women and what parts of hunting she must omit, and how one must have a sense of proper decorum and chastity at all times. Yet, here was the head of the church acting more like she was already a part of Bernadettas’ harem already! Petra watched her, wondering if eventually, she would be taking the position of Byleth she saw, lime hair in a lap and bobbing.

Before Petra could address the feeling of heat gathering in her own crotch, the sound of the doors opening caused both women to jump. Petra was able to recover quickly, but Rhea was thrown into a minor panic. She was sure Petra would think the fact that she was dusting her robes off was just that, and not making sure that they were on her just right, adjusting her head dress, and brushing her hair down to allow it to flow. The sight of Bernadetta stepping towards them was greeted with Rhea having to visibly swallow whatever was in her throat.

“ Well, hello ther- I mean, welcome, Bernadetta. Glad to have you enjoy us.” Rhea was able to stop the sound of such a tone of her voice from coming out of her throat and just in time! Rhea was imagining just what would happen if Bernadetta heard it, what she would do if she knew that, that Rhea was finding the stories hard to leave at just stories! How she would react if she heard such a lewd, wanton, submissive tone come from within her throat~! Oh, how, how horrid that would be~ ♥️!  “Please, dear, have a seat.”

It was strange for Petra to watch Bernadetta at this point. She heard of times causing people some change, but Bernadettas’ transformation was almost unsightly in how it had changed her! Once, Petra compared her to a rabbit, the twinge in her every step, the way that she was hunched and so small and pale, like she would flutter away with any noise or sight and found did. However, the sight now was enough that Petra could only compare her to the very animal she was compared to: a bear.

The thing was, despite what most think and what made Petra annoyed with many would-be Foldan hunters, bears were normally wary of people. Even now, Bernadettas’ steps were careful, eyes quick between the two of them, purple hair shaking as her head turned. However, the twinge was now solid pacing, her turns were quick yet decisive, looking between the two more like she was sizing them up rather than shrinking. When her and Petras’ eyes met, Petra felt something that hadn’t ran through her since her first hunt: a gripping of her throat and a tingle of her body, like the air was rubbing against every part of her. Fear, she was feeling fear and something tangled in the knots of that fear that she wasn't yet ready to identify. 

Still, Bernadetta walked over to the chairs that sat opposite of Rhea, and sat in the one right by Petra, looking up at the Head of the Church of Sothis. Now that she was close, Petra noticed that she saw a darkening bruise on her neck, and realized as her eyes were quickly averting from it, that it was a hickey. Innocent in comparison to such things that she had personally seen, but an embarrassing thing, considering that it looked fresh, the shine of saliva still on her neck.

“You wanted to see me, Miss Rhea?” 

Petra could see how her eyes ran over Rhea, cascading over her and taking her sweet time at much more pleasurable sights. Her breasts, though mostly covered by her robes, were straining and tight against the sheer white of the dress that she wore underneath, the heavy pair of titflesh looking like they would pop. Petra knows Rhea noticed, and to her diminishing shock, the only response was a fluttering of eyelashes and a choke thar was pushed into her hand as she attempted to release whatever sound her voice would've made.

"W-well, Bernadetta, I would like to understand what is happening in my school." Her tone ran back to authority in mere seconds. enough to send some familiar fear back into Bernadetta, though her posture stayed straight on her chair. Her gaze fell over her and the purple haired girl met it, Rhea having to keep her body from jolting from the sight of them. "As I've been told, you have been increasingly distracting in the Monastery."

Bernadetta looked to the side, a huff coming off her lips, Petra eyes bouncing at the sight of her doing so.

"It's about that? Listen, we've been trying to keep them quiet but my girls are who they are. Can't tell a pig to stop squealing and can't tell a woman not to scream her lungs out." Bernadetta explained, noting the red coming over each of the other woman's face. Petra looked somewhat offended at the words used, though embarrassment was winning out on her face. Rhea, however. looked more…meek, her embarrassment causing her to not be able to meet Bernadettas' eyes for a moment.

"Please, take this seriously, Bernadetta." Rhea spoke, the tone of her voice more pleading than strong.

"I'm am, and at this point, i've not done anything but made a few ladies happy. Sure, some people are uncomfortable, but we're trying to be nice. I was able to convince them to stop trying to be a bunch of braindead fuckpigs in the halls, but my room is my room." Bernadetta argued, folding her arms, though remembering who she was talking to made her take a less proactive stance. "I mean, our relationship is ours', and if it doesn't bother anyone, it doesn't really matter, does it?" 

"That is being the problem, Bernadetta." Petra forced the words from her lips as she looked at the girl, purple eyes arching. Looking at Rhea for confirmation to continue, a nod giving it, she continued. "You are…becoming quite distracting in many ways."

The purple haired girl turned to her to ask exactly what that meant, but was stunned by Petra's deposition! The warrior princess sat, a blush that seemed to have made itself permanent and caused the now trained eye of the Varley futastud to examine her. The early results spoke of promising things! Bernadettas' eyes had more than become used to the sight of women who were wishing to be molded into absolute degenerate pigsluts. Frankly, she was sure that Garreg Mach helped in its own way. Put a bunch of religiously repressed girls in skirts and shorts while in the bloom of puberty? Bernadetta was shocked that a person like her or Sylvian hadn't become a long time tradition of taking said girls and frying their brains into well fucked bitchmush!

"Alright, Petra." Bernadetta surrendered, turning so that they were front to front in the chairs. It felt strange still for her body to feel the blood of frustration rather than fear at these moments. "I guess I want to hear exactly what I've been doing wrong then."

As such, Bernadetta had learned the tells: first, the unconscious movements. Petras' face was already giving it away, red across brown skin that look like it was glistening just from the shine in the room. Eyes that were desperate to look at her yet ran the moment they connected, lest she get fucked and go braindead just from eyesight alone! Her slender yet tight frame led Bernadetta to her arms, arms that were peeking up her wondrous pillows of flesh! Bernadetta eyed them, thanking Sothis that she always wore that white shirt, meaning that the curve was almost too detailed to ignore!

They were an absolutely perfect amount of perk, jutting out from her chest enough that Bernadetta was sure they would cast a shadow over her if she stood under her, or as her mind wandered, allow her whole head to fit in between them without issue. More than once during her much shyer phase did she observe the mounds, watching as Petras' stretches and turns would taunt her with the bounce of them, the heft enough like the force of gravity itself was having to give effort to shake them! It was only added to the fact that Petra, whether she knew it or not, was pressing her arms into herself, causing the sight of the to balloon even more in front of Bernadetta, the young futa monster filling her blood awakening once more! 

Still, her cock remained flaccid, though sitting as she was, meant that it was having to stay attached to the inside of her thigh, though the sight of Petras' tits were making that difficult. Tits that should be, quite frankly, already be hers, hers to fondle and pinch like the good little foreign fuckditch that Petra could be, and Bernadetta could already see she wanted to be! Oh, sure, the girl would say that she didn't, to deny it, and Bernadetta was willing to accept that, honest to Sothis. However, after seeing a girl more or less tempt her to fondle her sweater mounds like her own personal balls of fucking meat? After having girls tease and try to act coy around simple desires? When she has had to waste precious sewing and reading time to discipline fat-assed bimbo cumsluts that would rather play like they're innocent schoolgirls that don't even understand the concept of rutting, brain fried animalistic fukcing instead of just admitting to being the retarded, dirtbrained, nutchokers that they so honestly show themselves to be?!

Bernadettas took a steady breath, riding her admittingly slightly increased libido back down to a level that didn't make her hands feel like they were shaking with rutting rage. Control and her had been driven further apart for the last few weeks, so having to face Petra, a bona fide foreign beauty. and not flip her onto that fine bubble chocolate ass was a difficult mission. Still, she gave the honest effort to look Petra in the eye, her chest making quite the argument against it. Said woman had to catch her breath, feeling Bernadettas' eye travel across her.

"W-w-well, I understand that you are not having the  knowledge of the Brigid culture, so you must understand why it is so…bothersome for me." Petra attempted to explain, face flushing. "You see, what you are participating in, the…harem that you are building is not unheard of in Brigid." That made both Bernadetta and Rhea straighten, the head of the church the first to speak.

"What are you talking about?" Rhea inquired, Petra finding that having to confess such things in front of an audience made her body shrink. “I’m not familiar with your culture, unfortunately.” Petra made a motion to her chest, feeling her heartbeat against it. Moments past, and she was able to hold her head high.

“In our culture, there is often a challenge for the eventual queens’ hand. As we are quite traditional, it is usually men that participate in it. The word for these men is”, Petra said it in her own language, a word that sounded as grotesque as the event she was about to describe. “While I’m not sure how it would translate, you can forgive me for the rude wording, “stud” is the nearest translation.” That got Rheas’ attention, her flushing on her face returning in full force. “And the main objective is to prove that these men are worthy of the queen. Heir bearing is a high need, and proof must be brought to bear.”

Rhea felt her knees coming together underneath her table, and Bernadetta was not unaffected, the sight of her fuckpipe rising unaware to her as she listened in more, though Rhea was able to see it and by Sothis, it was greater than Manuela described! Even from her, the sight of her bitchbreaking, womandestroying fuckspire was becoming a part of Rheas’ consciousness, the head itself looking like her mouth would struggle to fit around it! Her hands strained against the wood of the desk as Bernadetta leaned in.

“And the proof of such a thing would involve?” Bernadetta asked, her interest causing her more blush to come, though her glint of her eyes and the grin that was beginning to sprout made it seem like the flush of hunger than embarrassment. It didn’t escape Petra, who felt swallowing was becoming hard as her body gave more tells to Bernadetta: the hardening of her nipples, her white shirt betraying her as they poked through, making her temptation to squeeze and molest, oh so more prominent. Alongside this, she shuffled, sliding her legs, firm and clear across each other. She would fold them over the other, a nervous tick mayb,e but consider that it made that skirt, clining to the hips that Bernadetta swore were made for birthing children, one that she wanted to grip and ride till Petra couldn’t speak her own language anymore was truly staggering!

“The proof”, Petra breathed, the perversion of discussing such tawrdness acts getting to her, causing a slow delivery of the news, “would be the evidence of several women becoming…b-becoming..concubines would the most…wise term.” 

“What would be the closest term?” Bernadetta questioned, and Petra couldn’t find in herself to deny those eyes.

“That would be….would b-be…sow.”

A chuckle, something that made Petras’ blood run cold, and her pussy to run hot, trembled out of Bernadettas mouth. As for Rhea, her hands were becoming much too restless and she had Bernadetta to blame for it! The sight of it coming up from her thigh, those commendable shorts doing their best to hold against the onslaught of veiny fuckmeat, but Rhea could see the veins, the bulge, the unrelenting length and weight as it strained. Every word from Petra would cause a tiny bob in the head, but for Rhea, it looked taunting. The head was compelling her, directing her. Come, Rhea. You know that it would taste just as good as the blood of Sothis that you drink during the prayers❤️! 

It was just too much! Rhea was still a woman, but she had to keep some decorum, so she resolved to simply let one of her hands slip down under her desk, damning that her hand was denied full access by her own robes as she continued listening to this…this lewd proposal💕!

"Okay, okay, so what, I'm.reminding you of home and how women there open their legs for a big dicked stud?" Bernadetta grumbled, having to shrink and scratch her face with embarrassment. "I'll admit, that's the first time I think someone outside of my girls has complimented me before they were..smitten with me." Bernadetta mumbled, clearly happy with the comparison, and became much more intrigued when Petra removed the distance between them.

“We are not liking to omit truth in my home.” Petra proclaimed, as though her cheeks were red, she stared Bernadetta down. “Indeed, you are reminding me of several men, all of whom would claim women, often to the point that regardless of the contest results, could never return to a life without such virile, angry, studs in their lives.” Petra gulped, the air between her and Bernadetta heating up. “The stud with the greatest harem would be granted one night to satisfy and lay claim to the most fertile womb and the greatest treasure for such a conqueror: the queen.”

“The queen…whom you’re going to be.” Bernadetta remarked, the gears turning alongside the strain of her cock. The two were so locked in eyes, that sounds other than their breathing was ignored, including the sounds of Rhea whining and biting her lips, realization in her eyes alongside Bernadetta. 

Petra, you can’t..you can’t be suggesting this?! Haven’t you seen what Bernadetta does to other women?! What this brute that does to my school, how she had turned it into its’ halls into the sounding chorus of retarded braindead fuckkitty mewls or the slutbrain wails of whores💕? How not a single station in the school has been left unchecked?! Manulea can pretend the facts she told me are just rumors but she can’t hid that limp, that dazed cumdrunk expression, nor that broken desperation that comes from a woman needing to keep back on her knees and have my cunt worn as a condoms by a pistoning dickfiend💞! How do you think that you’re going to face that and become back with any dignity?! Unless..you don’t!

Rheas’ hand struck into her robes, finding the button of her pussy, her arousal from the situation enough that she couldn’t even bring herself to try and pretend to enjoy the gentleness of setting herself up, smashing right to bringing her juices down her legs!

Petra, for shame on you! You’re a princess of a foreign people, how dare you make your women look like they spread their legs for the biggest cock in town, like every women in just a prostitue in wait for the next bear shestud to come conquer♥️! Is that the truth? The women of your land are just filthy sluts? What you just described makes you all sound like filthy little ballsucking pigs, kneeling before your queen, your purple haired queen as she rapes your shiny brown throat with her fucklog, in a way that causes nothing but ballmusk to travel in your nose, fire you brain till you betray everything, your culture, your people, the very goddess that you have dedicated your eternal life to! The mother that you want back is ashamed, watching her darling little girl become a degenerate, a repressed church fucktoilet that should use her mouth for praising that dick, that cock, that WONDROUS, WOMB WEARING, OVARIES DESTORYING, PIECE OF MEAT 💖 💔 💕!

The two in the seats had no interest or knowledge in the silence that emerged from Rhea, nor the fact that she was letting a bit of drool from her lips as she leaned in, wanting to hear the full details of this supposed battle that would take place.

“Yes, I am saying that my pride as the next ruler of Brigid demands that I raise to the challenge. As such, you and I will engage in a..physical conformation.” Petra took a second, her breath getting away from her, before summoning it back. “The terms are easy: if I am victorious, I will request that your harem cease it activites in the Monsatery and that you become my personal,” another word in her language came, but her translation didn’t come, though her inability to look Bernadetta in the eyes did.

“And that is?” 

“The”, her meekness was ironic, all things considered, “closest term is “a flesh spike throne.”

“A living dildo, got it.” Bernadetta summarized, before leaning on the chair, her hand and knuckles holding her chin up as she leaned against them. “I’m guessing getting to bed the next queen of a foreign land is enough of a reward for me?”

Petra blushed, but nodded. 

“Yes, I believe that is enough. Given that if you are able to win, my desire to be done with you is likely to be next to gone.” Bernadettas’ confused look made Petra feel her explanation come before her mind could match it. “I’m under no false pretense: if you are able to win, I will likely be broken to the point of the women of the event or of your collection here. I will become a loose woman, desiring to bathe you personally with my tongue, the grime of your tool, something that would become akin to breakfast for me~.” Petra tried to keep the genuine excitement out of her voice, but the body speaks when the mind wants silence. “My body would submit, and Brigid wombs are quite fertile in my experience, I can personally promise you that you will have children within the year if you are able to do this.” That came with a giggle that sounded too happy for Bernadetta to believe that she was truly upset.

"While I am certainly happy to accept, do you think we'll get any sanction to do this? I mean, I'd be taking part in a foreign challenge. How would anyone know its'-"

"I WILL SEND SOMEONE!" Rhea squealed, attention from the two girls squarely back on her. At this point. Rhea couldn't be bothered to stop her hand, only slow its prodding to not be blatant. Could she be blamed? Petra was practically going to gift wrap herself and feed herself to this womb hungry beast! How, the joys and slutty wants of youth, how Rhea wished to indulge💕! "Y-you can be assured, I will send one of our nuns with you to ensure all rituals are followed to your letter, Petra." Not because Rhea wanted a nose on the ground that could report every sordid detail back to her, no, not for those reasons.

Petra and Bernadetta shared a look, before Petra nodded, taking a shaky stand off to the chair. Holding her hand out, she prompted Bernadetta to stand as well, the height difference between them makes Bernadetta smirk, knowing that just gives her so much more to play with.

"I believe that is all. Well, Bernadetta? Can you disagree to my prospal?" She said, stretching her hand out towards Bernadetta. The smack of skin meeting together echoed throughout the room, Bernadettas' grin extending as Rheas withheld a sound of pleasure.

"Sounds perfect."

You would think that the town near the head and center of the primary religion of the continent wouldn't be open to allowing activities that go  against the grand order. Yet, even the Church saw that the more the people could release, the more people would come. Leading to the creation of the Red smoke district. Three figures stood at the gate, two in “decent” attire and one in an utter disgrace of it. The nun that had accompanied them, a cute red haired thing, felt like her eyes would melt from the sights.

“Dear Sothis above, why did Rhea ask me to accompany you?” She whispered, holding her robes close and her arms folded against her stomach. “I-I have my orders, though. P-Proceed, please.”  

As Petra walked besides Bernadetta, entering their chosen battleground, she had to remind herself that Foldan was a nation that values humility and conservative values. For the show that she walked through was nothing else than utter debauchery! The two pairs of eyes wandered across the perverted wonderland, both mouths open and hanging.

"Woah." Bernadetta gaped. "Never would've thought that a place like this existed so close to Garreg Mach."

Petra would have to agree. Her eye examined the opening that they stood at, gazing out into the market of tantalizing sin.

The titular red smoke came from torches that were lit, a blazing scarlet on each of them, the path ahead covered like a fog, entering the lungs and dizzying one to the world ahead. Granted, you didn't need much to see, the sight of flesh and bodies all too clear even in the covering.

Women dressed in things that could hardly be considered clothing hung off the arms of men and women, a show of bodies smashing against one another as they walked. Skirts that had slits that made them practically nonexistent, wrappings around breasts that made them pop, the smooth flesh of several women on display as they walked. The smell of perfumes that entered through Petras nose and made it feel like air was being stripped from her throat. Even then, the feeling of her loins burning was undeniable, especially with eyes moving towards the two newest members.

"Well, shall we begin?" Bernadetta asked, the grin in her voice making Petra shaking her head, the feeling of the veil over her mouth shaking up and down with it as she and Bernadetta began to move in towards the crowd. From the outside looking in at them, however. you would never be able to tell that one of them was Princess of a distant land and one was a noble of Foldan.

No, you would think it was a newly minted Brigid whore with her luckiest customer of the night! Petra didn't know if the tight knot in her stomach was building shame or arousal, the way it crept through her. 

Her face was the most normal, her hair still mostly in its tailed braid form, slithering down from her head, her usual purple eyeliner exaggerated on the tops of her eyelids. However, the veil on her face was one that covered the bottom half of it, though the item was see-through, a dazzling shade of violet. She had been given accessories that fit her new look, two earrings that were in the shape of the female symbol, descending from the lobes of her ears, alongside a jewel that was held in a brand on her forehead. This is where the decency would cease though, because what she wore from there on was nothing that could ever constitute clothing.

The fact that as she walked, comfortable black heels clacking away, actual prostitutes looked at her with faces flush with embarrassment told her all that she needed to know about how much of a whore she looked like! Her breasts were free to the air, two rings coming from them, as was Brigid tradition for women of age. Attaching them was a string of gold with ruby emeralds on the chin. The only thing that came close to clothing on her top form was the draped arm sleeves of royal purple, the symbols of dicks and hearts embodied in them. The heft of their weight, firm and supple, bouncing as Petra stepped, fist clenched as it rested at the top of her waist.

Her “skirt” was more a frilly piece of fabric that was more akin ot a loincloth, one that currently she had to the side as requested by Bernadetta. Leaving her bare pussy clear to the hair, the purple hairs above her wet slit tiny and proper. She was adorned with the tattoos of her homeland, several over her chest, adding as enhancers to the meat, with one right above her womb, a crescent moon pointing towards the top of her body.

Is this…is this how the queens felt before they greeted those men? Petra wondered, as Berandettas’ hands drape over her ass, the feeling of horny and slutty abandon ramping in her. How did they did not simply submit at once, such long pressures upon my body ♥️! For her part, Bernadetta was not concerned with this quarity that played on Petras’ face as her hand was greatly enjoying this brown buttle of assmeat she was being handed on a silver platter!

The heels that Bernadetta was sure Petra was wearing because she knew she liked them, made all of the meat bounce with every step! Two perfect volleyballs of brown booty meat that moved with each step, the firmness enough that it pushed back against Bernadettas thumbs and fingers but soft enough to yield to every touch, Petra letting a moan pass her lips with every touch.  It was enough that while they walked, Bernadetta gave a firm smack to it, and delight in the hitch in Petras step, both hands clench as she had to take a moment to recover.  Even the poor nun, the poor thing looking like she was about to faint from being surrounded by such crude debauchery, found her eyes drifting to it, the bounce of it sending her eyes up and down with it. Still, a job wasn’t done, and she believed that as long as she got through this right now, her room and her fingers would be waiting for her. 

As they began to reach the center, the crowd of people watched a true blood Brigid woman parading around the streets like a common whore, alongside a nun and a student of the monastery. Bernadetta moved behind her, hand focused and playing with her ass, fingers teasing and slipping against her slit, Petra doing her damndest to keep her lips close and not open. It was the first sign of weakness in this: the second the defending queen let out a true desperate moan of broken bitch neediness, the challenger would have the upper hand, she had to resist! Finally, they stopped, Bernadetta allowing her own outfit to shine. It was just her snipers uniform, except that her shorts were gone, her gartgunan fuckpiece laying there for all to see. She took enjoyment in the sight of several women who were hanging off the arms of men and women had their heads turned as she walked, eyes never leaving her as they walked.

The red haired nun cleared her throat, though it was mostly for herself. A small crowd comes around the two, lustful eyes descending on the sight of the two. The nun could feel several people at her back and felt her breath coming uneven, some of the bodies towering over her. 

"I, Mahalia of the Order of Sothis, am here to bear witness to the action o-of this…battle." The word felt ridiculous on her tongue, especially with the small crowd snickering at her. Rejecting the thought of even acknowledging them, her hand raised. “You are aware of the rules of this, correct: the first to cause orgasm in the other, is the victor.” To say such a vulgar phase made her heart race and notice the eyes running over her own body. "With the blessings of the church, you may begin."

Petra wasn't sure what was going to happen first, but Bernadettas attaching her head to her breasts was somewhere in the area. Her tongue ran over the sensitive bud, engulfing it into her mouth with every suckle. Petra was able to keep standing but had to bring a hand to her mouth in order to keep her moans quiet. I cannot be passive in this endeavor! It will be my downfall if I am! 

Her eyes growing fierce and swimming with fire and lust, her teeth grit as her hand shoot down, reaching towards the Saber of pale Foldan cock. Her cheeks flushed as it filled her hands, her heat engaging her. It felt like the warmth of a fire was scolding in her cock, her hips grinding against her. the beastly thing awakening against her thighs! Bernadetta was, on the other hand, in absolute chocolate heaven!

Every place she grabbed, groped, licked, and sucked like she was a sex starved mad woman was succulent to the touch. Toned years of training being put to good use as she felt the muscles in each touch, especially her heavy set of shirt pillows and her bubble fuckdumpy ass! Bernadettas' cock was already awakening at a rate that would make Byleths' desires envious, the tip rising up, veins emerging as the inches continue to rise with Petras hands groping her. Soft, gentle fingers traced her cock, the veins bulging against the touch that made Petra gape as she looked down at Bernadetta.

“All the others, they have been receiving this? Such a weapon being used upon them, it..it is frightening ♥️” Her words whispered, meek and humbled, but her hands traced still, both needed to grab and hold the entirety of the thing. Some people around them laughed, believing everything was just a good show of the town for some of the people. If Petra and Bernadetta were aware, they would hear the muffled sounds of the nun as people surrounded her.

“W–what are you doing, I’m a member of the church!”

“Man, they are pulling all the stops out. Ladys even got a official looking symbol on the robes. Let me see that.”

“Y-y-you may not touch that, ahhhh, where are you hands touching, wait, don’t pull up my skirt, no, no, not there, not there, not theEEEERRREEEE~~ 💕!”

However, the two were concerned with each other more than a busty nun preparing to have a new god to pray to. No, Bernadetta was more concerned with fulfilling her desire to inform Petra of just what she had sentenced herself to: nothing short of a premiere futashestud rutting that would scramble her brains till she could scarcely remember breathing without her dick inside of her.

“Oh, you better believe that they take this, Petra 🖤!  Every day, for the last two months, they’ve been receiving my into the room at the back of the wombs, my cock opening the door to their pussies in record time! Dorothea, Byleth, Manuela, Hilda, Lysithea, every one of them could take this down their stomach and I could walk around with them acting like a brainfucked cocksock and fill them like the fucking filthy dicksows that they are~~!”

“Ponder, b-but, ahhh~,” she moaned, Bernadettas’ fingers teasing at her clit and pussy lips, teeth biting at her nipples with a firm grip that hurt oh too good . “Wombs do not have rooms, they are not buildings, nor are bodies socks to be worn.” Regardless of her actual understanding, Petras’ body was reacting. The heat in her womb was descending, a trail of every pussyjuices flowing from her, falling into her heels. Bernadetta grinned, enjoying the build up to their game.

“Oh, maybe a hunt analogy then. This,” she made a motion with her head towards her cock as it finally reached its full mast, the almost purple head of it popping up, Petra eyes blanching at the sight of it, “is what has achieved me several conquests. Ravaged through the defenses of several shebeasts, broken and taken against the nature of all of these women, Petra.” A small hand gripped Petras’ chin and turned her eyes back to grey, and the fear she felt in Rheas’ chambers returned and its’ guest, what was tangled in it, was more present and identifiable: undeniable enjoyment and lust! “You get that?”

A quick shake of the head made Berandetta grin as she backed off. “Well then, I think we’ve warmed up enough. Go on,” Bernadetta extended her arms out, her cock bopping in the free red air, “give me your best.”

Petra needed no more, dropping to her knees, allowing a sight to her ass that sent hollers throughout their audience, at least the ones not balls or tongues deep in shy nun pussy at this point. The shadow that her cock casted made Petra feel the intensity of women breaking that was its lasting legacy. A harsh swallow in her throat, her hands cupped the testicles, both near filling her hands to full! Her lips followed, a suction tube of force being put on it!

SLURPPPPP~! SUU! SUUUUULLPRPP~! MWHAP💕! MWHAP💕

Bernadettas hands clenched agaisnt her side, her teeth gritted as Petra began her full assault on her crotch! It was almost impossible to believe but her lips were even better than Manuelas! The akin and weight of her cumtanks were being pulled by Petras lips alone, her tongue bathing them in saliva, a bath from a slutty queen of a foreign nation! Part of Petra was doing what was necessary, but one look into her eyes, the hearts in them showing that an emerging slurp-queen was emerging, coming to defend her kingdom from this brutish cocked invader 💗!

"SssSsshhhhiittt, Petra! Have you been waiting for this? Little Brigid cunt couldn't wait to listen true Foldan dick, could you 🖤~?" Try as she did to sound like her usual Dom self, her voice trembled from the administration of desire that Petra gave. "T-trying to suck it out from the-holy shit, fuck💓-s-source, you b-braik dead fucking- Oh for Sothis sake, how are you this goooddd~💓💞?!"

Bernadetta moaned, months of dom behavior being undone by the nutslurping antics of Petra, whom was giving her best mind broken slurp slut impression! Her nose wedged into the pocket where dick and balls met, her tongue slathering the things like an endless meal. Even as she heard Bernadetta howl and groan, hands clutching her head, she could feel her ground gaining, finding purchase on Bernadettas' plateau. However, she had a problem: the effects of Bernadettas raging stjd body were still effecting her.

For the two, it was a battle that ebbed and flowed between Bernadettas' overpowering musk and Petras' tongue. To any others, Petra looked defeated already, squatting and leaking her fuckjuices onto the ground beneath her! The grotesque womb destroying weapon hung over Petra, the shadow casted eyes with equal parts fear and lust in pinprick purple eyes, the shivering in them shaking the hearts as they developed. She’s weak, the hunt must be continuing here! Removing her mouth from the testicles, the large o shape around them glistening in purple, she looked up.

“Now, Bernadetta, see the power and performance of a true Brigid woman.” Petra exclaimed, as she brought herself from on her knees, mewling and slurping in the red light of the night, to  her lewd, legs spread open, hands on her thighs squat, heels in the air by way of her footwear  her position switching from the hesitant switchy ball slurper to the engaged queen of hung stud fellatio that she needed to be in order to win this battle. “Enjoy this as it will be the last time you can cum on your own demand 💗!”

GHLRKGLRK-SLURRPPHH-SSCHHHHLLRUKK-GWAH-GWAH-GWAH-GWAH !💕 💕 SLURPHHHH! SLURP! ♥️ SLURP! GUCK! 💕 GUCK! 💕 GUCK! 💞

Bernadetta’s eyes crossed as Petra took her in the back of her throat with an abandon that no one else but a fully demented suck goddess could even begin to muster! For the first ime in months, Bernadetta felt like her legs would sink underneath her as Petra stood in her heels, her legs spread and open, her juices running for all the world to see, contesting that she was winning this duel. Bernadetta couldn't even begin her hands to grip Petra, the Brigid princess one of the first in a while to have say in how aggressive the face-fucking she was receiving would be! However, her actions demanded that she would receive it just the same as all the others! Her neck bulged, her eyes watered, countless pubes and sweat clung to Bernadetta as her shaft traveled through Petra. 

“ MMMMMMM-SCHURLLLLKKKK, GUCK, GUCK, this gawk is qawite impawesive, Beraadetaa!” Petra talked around the cock, the shimmering lust of her juices coating it as she released it from her maw, Bernadettas’ shock and arousal at such a feat to knock her flat leaving her stumbling! “A lesser woman would’ve fallen from just the smell, I nearly did myself, however, I will not fall to natural opponent. You have continued to show a well fight, now allow us to continue, my stomach has thirst for seed 💗!” With that, her tongue extended, licking at the slit before engulfing Bernadetta once again.

Bernadetta felt like she was drifting away, the heat lulling her control of her own crotch away and the pressure building up, forcing her to tumble a bit. Petra loosened her grip, pulling Bernadetta from her mouth once again. Before she knew it, Bernadetta was on the ground, and felt the utter demonic level of suction on her crotch, her moans reaching level that only her girls had in the last months, Petra going from a squat to a lustful pose that had her ass in the air as she kept her head down in Bernadettas’ crotch! Is..is this it? I can’t keep myself from cumming, Petra will keep me as a fucking dildo at this point. The thought made her balls tighten, her insides wrapping and coiling from the feeling and thought. No, no! There has to be some way, there has to be something I can… An idea came, a dangerous one, but Petra proved too good to use regular tactics on. 

“Petra, Petra.” The suck demon that was once her classmate relented, her face coming up as she stared at Bernadetta, a sight that made her nerve come back some at the pinprick hearts in her eyes, pubes and sweat cracking her face as rings of purple lipstick rang around her shaft. “I..I think I’m at the end.” Petras’ grin made Bernadetta feel guilty for this. “But if I’m going lose, let me taste the wonders that I’m gonna have from now on.” Petra eyes looked at her, and Bernadetta gave her best poker face, hoping it worked.

Petra clambered onto her, giving Bernadetta her answer, the sound of her mumbling all the while. Well, more like cock babble that were verging of madness.

“Cock be good, You’ll be good for breeding, making new Brigid queens, women have use for you.” In between the words, she would mumble and shout in a victorious way in what Bernadetta was sure was her mother tongue. Her language still sounded of Foldan at points, but finer grammar was seemingly leaving her. She was more preoccupied with the feeling of wet folds at the tip of her cock, Petra squatting over her and staring. “Cum now!”

The descent onto her was so quick, Bernadetta wasn’t even sure that she had felt it till the familiar feeling of a crushing warmth engulf her sense, snapping her eyes open as Petra moaned out to the world her victory. "Mine. Mine, you are mine❤️! You belong to queen~, you are perfect throne, give to me your seed~~💓❤️. plant baby in me, give me everything💕💞!"

SMACK! SMACK! PLAP! CLAP CLAP CLAP! SMACK! CLAP! PLAPPLAPPLAP!

The feeling of Petta bouncing upon her ran through her skin like fire, the grip of her pussy trying to pull her deeper into the fertile wonb of an emerging slutqueen! Bernadetta felt her toes curl against the leather of her boots, her mind trying to take the pounding she was receiving! Petra's pussy was making a convincing argument that being its personal cock wouldn't be so bad, the suckling of each slam pulling her in deeper and deeper, as if her cervix was wanting to taste the tip of her cock!

"Fuck, Fuck, Fuck 💔! I will fuck you till you plead for cum, fuck you very good, use you very well like a good throne🖤!" Petra felt on high heaven, no wonder the women of Garreg Mach was weak to such a wondrous spear💓! Her wombs descended, attempting to smother the head of said spear in the gaping lips of her cervix, a desire to have such stud blood in her genes overwriting any thought. It was for that reason that she did not sense it, her mind otherwise preoccupied with having to resist being completely fried by the feeling of a cock firmly scooping out her guts.

Huuaammm!

" Bernadetta, what was th OOGGYYAHHH! AAAAHHHHHHGGUUWWWAGGH💔💔!"

That was the sound of Bernadettas' crest activating, the emblem of such appearing on the skin of her right testicle. If you saw that, you would also be able to see that it manifested and grew, the throbbing sound that rebounded was the sound of her cock, growing to the point that a visible bulge ballooned in Petras' stomach! The once in control princess felt her walls almost hurt from the added girth, but her sex addled brain could only find the absolute mind frying, pussy destroying, cunt plowing pleasure of being so full utterly wondrous! Her head tilted back,having to clench the muscles of her pussy to try and not cum right then and there!  

" OOOUGGGGHHH💞💕—GGGAAAAHHUUGGH🖤💓💞💔! MY PRINCESS PUSSY, YOU'RE BREAKING IT💔💔–, MAW PRINCESS PUSSY TOO FULL, UNABLE TO TAKE ALL OF COCK~~💓💞💔! STAHP, STAHP, WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO ME~?! PUSSY CANT HANDLE COCK, YOUR COCK IS TOO GOOD, GOOD IN PUSSY, LEAVE PUSSY NOW💔💔!" Petra felt her control slipping, the feeling of her guts submitting running through her body, the battle drifting to being in the balances.

SMACK!

Petra felt hand slammed to the cheeks of her ass and with direction that could only be instinct, she looked down and saw that Bernadetta was staring at her. No, staring was too weak, boring into her soul. Her own eyes were beady, a flushed face of lust and a grin like white tiles gazing at her. The fear ramped up in Petra, alongside the amount of juices that dripped down onto their meeting place.

“Ah, AH~, Pettttrrraa~! My crest, my crest is activating, you what it does right? You’ve seen it, right~ 💕?” Bernadetta drawled, her hips pumping once , enough to cause Petra to bounce and enough to her to clench her mouth shut lest she release all of herself right at this moment. “It makes me faster, makes me hit a little harder, but it makes me so, so sensitive, like I gonna lose my mind, like I can see are girls, their pretty mouths, their supple little ass that need my hands on them, like how they should be swelling with my kids, how they should have their eyes rolling into the back of theirs heads, how they should belong to ME, ME, AND ONLY ME, AND HOW I WANT TO TURN EVERY GIRL IN GARREG MACH INTO MY PERSONAL CUMHOLES THAT BUBBLE WITH MY CUM IN THEIR MOUTHS 💗 ♥️!”

Bernadetta looked at Petra, her grin never disappearing. 

“Let me demonstrate~.”

PLAP PLAP PLAP PLAP PLAP PLAP PLAP PLAP PLAP PLAP!

" OOOUGGGGHHH💞💕—GGGAAAAHHUUGGH—AIIEEEEEEE ♥️! NGHHHHOOOAAA, COCKKKKK, IT’S TOOO MUCCHHH, MY PUSSY, PUSSY BREAKING ON COOOOCCCKKKK, BERNADETTA CONQUERER TO MY PUSSYY, AIIIIIIIEEEEEE, AAAAAAAHHHH~! GAPE MY CUMHOLE, BERNADETTA, CONQUEROR OF BRIGID PUSSY, GAPE MY FUCKHOLE MORE, GHOOOAAAAAA~!”

And fuck her she did. Bernadetta no longer allowed for Petra to set the pace, her hips rising up from the ground with such power that Petra was nearly sent off of her with each thrust, her hands gripping her fatass cheeks back to her with each pounding. By now, Bernadetta was feeling the effects of her own plan: her cock felt like it was go to be massaged till it became part of Petra! Her bulge outlined in her stomach for all to see, Berandetta screamed into the heavens. 

“You wanna challenge me, believe that you can take this dick like some pro slutqueen? Think that Brigid pussy won’t bend and break just like all of the pussies I have in Foldan?! FINE, THEN. PROVE IT, PROVE IT TO ME, SHOW ME JUST HOW THE FUTURE QUEEN OF BRIGID RESPONSE TO THE CONQUERING OF HER TIGHT, LITTLE FUCKING CUNT!”

Petra’s response?

“ AUGGGGGHGHHHHHHH, CUM, CUMM, LET ME CUMM ~~ 💕! GIVE ME CUM, PUSSY, CUM, DICK, COCK, MORE, MORE, CONUQER PUSSY, FUCK ME, FUCK ME, GIVE ME CUM IN MY PUSSY~ 💗!”

An utter debasement of herself as the final seal of her resistance to her own pleasure gave way, her tongue towards the sky and her legs locking against Bernadetta as the feeling of her stomach exploding and her brain snapping combined into an orgasm that broke Petras’ poor brain. Her eyes rolled back, as the juices of her cunt sprayed against Bernadetta, her hips causing the liquids to splash to the floor. Bernadetta growled, the feeling of cunt coiling around her.

“OH, FUCK NO, YOU BRIGID FUCKSLEEVE, IF YOU THINK THAT CUMMING ONCE SAVES YOU, YOU CAN FUCKING FORGET IT! I’M NOT STOPPING TILL YOU CAN’’T REMEMBER EITHER OF THE FUCKING LANGUAGE YOU SPEAK, YOU PONY-TAILED FUCKSOW, JUST WATCH ME USE YOU HOW THE FUCK I NEED AND JUST HOW YOU WATCH IT!” 

Bernadetta gave a full commitment as the sound of her balls clapping against meaty brown cheeks resounded and ceased with a hard wail from Petra. The sight of them running back up into Bernadetta was astounding, alongside the sounds that emerged from inside of Petra, bowels running full of thick futa rage sludge, demanding an audience with an ovum that had soon to be forced. Her belly bulged and the resulting cum slipped out of her, the crowd unable to cheer as the two had driven everyone into a rut. Petra was too well fucked to care and could barely keep everything that was happening to her.

However, if Petra had any consciousness left, she would feel Bernadetta throw her down, her face into the gravel, as Bernadetta mounted her, the sight of her crest burning on ball and above womb visible. Petra felt Bernadetta renter her, the tongue lolling against the ground as one part of her face was in the gravel and one side had her eye visible, the sight of her freshly fucked face visible as her eyes rolled. Bernadetta grunted on top of her.

“Brigid cow, fuckmeat, need more 💕. Need to fuck Foldan babies into you, make more futa kids to serve, take Brigid as my personal harem playground. You’re going be a momma, Petra, a nice, big, fucking cow momma, you hear me, fucking cow slut 💞 ♥️?!”

Petra could only moaned and squeal as the sound of flesh hitting each other continued.

“A-A-And that was the report ma’am.” A nun that had been dispatched to learn of the events of the “duel” concluded, her posture hunched, arms and elbows against her as her hands interlocked in prayer, hoping Rhea didn’t hear the sound of something dripping in her chambers. However, that wasn’t possible as Rheas’ eyes were wide, the edges in her hair. She tried to and failed to contain a lewd smile as she attempted to to force worry to her face.

“And Mahalia, what of her?”

The nun flushed even more somehow, her feet guiding her out of the room. When she returned, a bonnet that was covered in stains that had sliding marks on the fabric was all she returned with, causing Rhea to lose momentary control and clench her legs together once again, thanking Sothis above she was sitting in her chair again.

“All we have found was this. I-ahem- hear of a new woman of…pleasure that has been seen in the Red smoke district. She has apparently something called “the confessional booth” as her main gimmick.” 

Rhea was feeling her hand descend once again, but was interrupted by the sound of clanking heels. A head popped in, Manuela seeing the two, Rheas’ eyes widening at her interruption. 

“Oh, Rhea. Forgive me, dear, I’m was simply dog tired and must’ve missed our time together. I will simply have to come back late-”

“No,no,no! Sophia was just leaving, weren’t you, child?” Rhea hurried down from the chair, a speed that would’ve shocked anyone, much less the oblivious and recently named Sophia, the head nuns’ hands on her back, pushing her away. “I’ll take that report later, okay, you have fun, ten hail Sothis’, she is great, all that. Bye dear!” She didn’t turn around from Sophia till the confused woman walked out of her sight. Rheas’ mask fell as she turned to Manuela, her eyes pricks and her lips wobbled with need and desire. “You have it?”

Manuela only smiled and giggled, open the cape of her outfit and pulling out the most gorgeous thing Rhea had ever laid eyes on. 

It was a solid purple pipe of mass, made to resemble the absolute majesty that was Bernadettas’ fuckpipe! The crest of Indech was made to be on the testicles, the feeling of it in Rheas’ hand made her feel as though she could imagine the actual width, the actual musk, the actual warmth. When it was in her hands, Rhea felt so..so..so weak in front of it. Even a model felt like the intimidation of such a thing demanded submission, her lips going to the head and delivering a chaste kiss.

“You should thank me, Rhea. Had to fight Dorothea and Lysithea off with a stick to have her long enough to get the right measures.” Manuela tipped her head down. “Also, might’ve had a few too many “correction” sessions,” she mumbled. Still, as Rhea kissed and licked at the head, Manuela smiled. “You like?”

Rhea looked at her, and Manuela swore that her eyes were slited and yet with hearts. Though, she blinked and the slits were gone, but the hearts remained.

“Oh, Manuela, it’s wondrous 💕 💞 💖!”

Chapter Text

{Monday}

Edelgard was at the end of her rope.

The clank of her shoes hitting the pavement of Garreg Mach resounded, a sharp and hard clack emerging from every step. Students that saw her  thought that the Empress to be was just moving slightly quick, perhaps in need of instruction from a certain professor. However, knowing her meant that you were seeing Edelgard at her absolute worst! Arms tight but moving with vigor, the bob of them coming with each step. Eyes staring forward, the violet fire then blazing forth, a gaze that was focused as she rounded the corner of the hall, her destination coming in sight. She lay in the wake of her destination: Rheas' door.

Edelgard felt like her chest and legs were screaming at her, twinges of energy rippling through them, demanding she turn around. She wanted to heed them, and forget this ridiculous endeavor. Ignore it, and pray to Sothis, if she was even there, that this could settle itself. That would be the layman's approach. However, Edelgard held herself to a higher standard, one that could not allow such..such filthy actions to be perpetrated in their halls! An example was needed and Edelgard would be the example of Order this school needed! 

Her steps found an extra oomph to them as she finally arrived, the fire in her stomach mixing with the inky feeling of dread that tendrilded throughout her body. Going to a teacher was bad enough, fixing her lips to understand something making humiliation play in her mind. However, this was an even greater extreme. This was stepping to the head of her enemy. This was running into the mouth of the lions' den. This…was going to Rhea.

Just the name made her arms straighten and heat up, the soaring roar of blood rushing and running through her fingertips, enough that she was sure she was feeling the activation of her crest, energy bulging out of control. Edrlgard was sure that someone could hear the way her teeth were tightening at the idea of it. However, it was only to herself that she heard it, and even if they did, the feeling of eyes on the back of her neck, an image of black hair and gnarly limbs in her mind, let her know they would never tell that tale, if she so ordered it. 

Simply put, Edelgard didn't want Rhea's help. Her church had done quite enough, her precious Goddess had done quite enough, Edelgard feeling the back of her right hand twitch, a clutch of the fingers into the palm of her hand making its shaking invisible to passing eyes. Her eyes had to close, lest someone see eye go empty, slide side to side, blinking and flinching as Edelgard couldn't stop hearing hammers, the pitches of screams echoing. 

Still, all that being said, the church could certainly lend a voice to the Adrestrian Empire. The church could provide a pressure that no other entity in the nation could. The people, the students, the faculty of Garreg Mach would concede to her. They had to. Belief, hope, and dedication. These three words are why when she finally came to the door, she stood before them, high and straight. Her knocks were proud, knuckles rapping against wood, a few knocks against the firm chestnut wood, the sound echoing throughout the halls. 

Her hands came to a stop behind her back as she stared ahead, the silence of wood and stone accompanying her racing mind. All of this is a test. A test of your will. If you can't even handle dealing with an unruly classmate, then what hope do you have against the very church?! Edelgards' knuckles rapped against the door once again, tapping against the wood. Surely, there is no reason to doubt, to believe that I cannot rise to this challenge, that I am unable to right the morals of my fellow classmates! Edelgard shuffled her feet across the floor, the scrapping of leather against gravel the only sound in the hallway. 

Plus, I have to get Byleth out of this. I was foolish, blind to assume that Byleth had done this of her own accord. I know what a harem looks like, my father had an unofficial one, and I know the rarity of women truly choosing such a fate. She is too important to my plans to let her be so easily trapped… and too good a woman. So it lies to me to rescue her, lead her away from such temptations and filthy behaviors, and if the church is how I do it. then I will…as soon as this woman gets out here! Edelgard kept her body straight, but felt her toes wiggle against her shoes, the tip of them beginning to pop against the ground. Her patience was already wearing thin today and Rhea was doing herself no favors ignoring her future Empress! The sound of people wandering behind her, whispering, the subject of all rumors in the Monastery on their lips.

“Finally, one of them is actually going to do something about Bernadetta!” She heard from the head of a gaggle of women behind her ,tucked together as if to avoid being heard. Edelgard felt the back of her neck become warm, attempting to keep her ears down from perking at the sound. “I’ve been so scared to even go around the gardens. Women have been seen leaving there, limping, and unable to focus on anything the next day.” The gossip gathered, voice pitching their own theories. Girls having to skip classes, groups of women appearing disheveled, flushed explanations and clear signs of…uncouth activities. 

“That’s not the worst of it.” One girl exclaimed, the sound in her voice reaching Edelgard that the young woman felt justified at turning a bit, her hair descending her shoulder. “It’s her.. group. ” The girl whimpered, as if the threat of them materializing right in front   of her was a possibility. “They come and hear about how so many want to know if the rumors are true, if they want to see for themselves.” The girl gulped, her breath heavy as the group leaned in, all of them having to control their breath so they didn’t appear like her. “After that, the girls that come back swear there’s nothing to them, they’ll swear. However, there’s a pattern with them: they’ll swear off their boyfriends, their girlfriends, all of them.” The girl exclaimed, breath evading her. “They aren’t satisfied with them anymore, they’re.. yearning for something~! Something that had made them almost mad! Girls on edge, desperate, unable to help themselves. The things that they would do..” The girl had to cease, her face flushing, her hand coming to her face in order to fan the heat that was building in it. Edelgard would admit that she had some pink as well. However, that was knowing the truth behind those stories.  

“That sounds…h-horrifying.” The head girl said, motioning for everyone to continue walking. “You w-wouldn’t happen to know how to avoid that, would you? We don’t want to be caught up in that, ya know~?” They walked away, Edelgard mentally tallying up no less than two more people she was going to have to save from all of this. That was if this old hag would ever actually leave her room.

Edelgard was about to force her hand against the door, wondering if trying to slam her hand through it would get the womans’ attention when she finally heard something from inside the chambers. Edelgard felt her stomach dropping into her stomach as memories from what seems to have started this whole debacle came about. Her palm connected with the door several times, unable to hear what was happening in the room, just knowing that she needed Rhea to hear her. 

“Rhea, we have matters that need to be discussed right away!” Edelgard shouted, unable to hear several things: The sound of a bed creaking, the wood groaning and giving as something bounced upon it, the sound of wet, sweaty, assmeat clapping as it slammed down, and a shrill voice, squealing to its’ believed lonesome. 

“ Hail Varley, our stud of grace, Sothis has blessed us~ ♥️ 💗! Blessed are thou in women, and blessed are our wombs~! Hail Varley, our stud of- HUUHHH?!” While Edelgard couldn’t have heard the near debaucherous prayer that was being chanted in the room but, as her palm came crashing against the wood, the sound of a squeal rushed through the door, followed by the sound of a body crumbling to the floor. “Son of a bitch, who the actual fuck is out there at this time?!” Edelgard would’ve gladly informed her that it was near noon and that she was there to discuss their problems, ones that she pushed onto her if she was not…wait, did she just swear? The rumble of hands going through drawers and feet pacing along the floor was much clearer, though Edelgard guessed that was because it sounded like both were belonging to an angry animal more than a person.

“I swear, I will kill whoever interrupted my prayer time.” The steps were now aiming for the door, sounding as if they were attempting to slam through the floorboards as they came towards the door. "Ungrateful, bothersome little pieces of hello there, my child!" Rhea appeared from behind the door, in a state that Edelgard had to blink in order to confirm she was seeing right.

Rhea had never had her hair down around her, so the sight of the green hair flowing down her cheeks was enough to make Edelgard pause. Strings of green threads moved from the main clump of hair that sweat helped stick to her face and head. Speaking of. her face, flushed with red, looked down and realized that she was…not in her usual attire. Rheas’ eyes wandered down and found that she was looking at Edelgard, eyes squinting just enough that Edelgard could see the light in them dim, her smile coming a bit harder and wider than necessary. “Oh, Edelgard, my dear. What brings you to my humble quarters?” Edelgard eyebrow bounced into her hair, and she took a moment to observe the woman closer.

Her eyes made a quick runover of her, realizing that it wasn’t just her hair that was so different from her usual attire. For one, the robes were gone, a simple and very form fitting dress on her. Her flushing collar and shoulders were uncovered, the dresses’ straps coddled and wrapped along the side of her arms. The pure white form of it meant that Edelgard could see everything and how it clung to her, which would be greatly to begin with, but, and Edelgard believed it was whatever caused the sweat, it was sticking to her immensely and Edelgard was feeling..something at the sight, something that disgust her and that she could not tear her eyes away from. 

Her breasts were quite motherly, making the image of her as a so called “mother” to many in the church feel quite accurate. They were pressed against the clear white cloth, a small v allowing the sight of her clevage to be seen. Her meaty, supple, slutty , full breasts were bobbing with her breath, heaving as they would jiggle slightly from whatever she was doing before this. Edelgard found herself feeling the slight heavy pound of jealousy integrity in her chest at the sight, wanting her to cover herself as her eyes ran to find another sight on her. However, it was hard considering that every part of Rhea was so..hard to ignore! 

The sight of the garment practically molding itself onto her hips meant that Edelgard was able to see that the head priestess of the Church of Sothis was appropriately gifted by her god! The garment was holding back the entirety of that filthy dumptruck of an ass posterior that filled it out enough that it looked as if the garment were a second skin, the sight of thick and long thick bursting through with each movement!  Even now, leaning against the door, Edelgard could taste almost feel the meat behind those thighs, the feeling of heavy taut meat in her hands and watching it jiggle…if she was so simple-minded as that, of course! Thr dress draped on her body, it looked..shorter than Edelgard would expect, stopping about mid thigh, the sight of clean pale descending from underneath.  

“Rhea, I’ve been wondering if we may discuss our issue…in private." Edelgard motioned towards the room, face disgruntled when Rhea stepped in the way.Her face was still holding her smile, but one of the corners of it twitched as she did so.

 "Ah, right, that. Well, why don't you go into the audience chamber and I will be right with you, okay, okay." Rhea hands made to press the wooden door forward, nearly sealing her into her own room, were it not something sticking in the doorway. Rhea looked down to examine, finding Edelgards' shoe firmly in there. 

"I must insist we do this in here, Rhea." Edelgard felt the slightest smile attempt to break at Rhea tilting that smile at her name being used so casually. "At this point, who knows who is giving what information to where?"

"Edelgard, they're your fellow students, not a conspiracy out to destroy you." Rhea parroted the same things that others had said, hell, even Hubert had said. Edelgard huffed, but Rhea insisted. "My dear, need I remind you that we are in our church, and that any ears I permit to hear us will be loyal to me and not speak a peep of what we discuss?"

Not speak it, but they will be screaming it, if the rumors are truth. Alongside other exclamations of filthy degrading blissful wondrous behaviors. "That might be true, but I remind you that isn't a truth safeguard. Need I remind you of Mahalia?" Edelgard could feel Rhea bit her cheek from the straightening of her lips. "Some of your nuns seem to need correction on remembering their vows."

Rhea pursed her lips, sliding them from left to right, eyes boring into Edelgards' visage. Green and violet locked, Rhea growing discontent with every moment. A sigh left her lips as she held up one finger to the girl. 

"Give me a moment."

The door closed once again, the sound of shuffling and pounding feet returning just as before. Accompanying it was a cacophony of sounds, like the room itself was being torn asunder and built once again. Edelgard stared without focus at the door, the wooden thing a gate to what sounded like a full circus of madness behind it. Eventually, with a great crashing sound, it stopped, the door finally opening to Rhea as she was opening it the first time. "Come on in." 

Edelgard would've expected the room to be more gaudy, if she was being honest. The dressers and tables adorning it all against the wall, leaving the middle of the floor with a decorated rug of silk like quality, Edelgard stepping around it. The bed was grand, yes, a queen sized thing with drapes and canopies that were clearly hung above it, pure white on brown wooden spires. However, what Edelgard noticed first was how…disheveled it looked. The cover thrown haphazardly back onto it, the pillows disarrayed, and..what was that smell?!

Edelgard balked as she inhaled it, fighting her hand from reaching to her nose. It was creeping along the room, coming in and out of her area of scent. She could only describe it like heavy musk, the tang of something liquid in the air, something that felt like it was dipped in inky fluids and smelt of what she was sure the silk belly of the sound would smell of, musk overwrittening. Rhea took steps towards her bed, gently falling onto it, whilst she faced the young woman.

“Alright, Edelgard, tell me: how goes our little operation?”

“Frankly, it has gone absolutely terrible.” Edelgard sighed, realizing that she would have to stay standing for most of this. “The fact that Petra has proven to be ineffective and rendered just as…weak against the offenses of our enemy has left a devastating effect on our morale.” Edelgard swore that the heat in her face was from just the room itself. “It has left mounting any actual offense against such overwhelming odds much more difficult and has left me struggling to find any way to maneuver through this.”

Rhea nodded along, the sound of slight hmmms vibrating from within her throat as she did so. Eventually, her head set straight, looking Edelgard in the eyes as she let a firm and beautiful smile crease her face.

“So, the classroom has become unbearable after Bernadetta turned more than half of it into her harem?” Edelgards’ head bounced back as her mouth gaped, the lips parted slightly. “I can see how that would be extremely distracting, especially with how the girls have been acting as of late. You know, I heard that some of them are staring to just being Bernadetta other girls for fun, crazy talk, am I right?”

“R-Rhea, I would appreciate it if you had more seriousness about the matter!” Edelgard exclaimed, further shocked by Rheas’ hand wave of the situation. 

“Edelgard, at this point, I’ve sent Lysithea, Petra, my nun, and have lost all three.” Rhea stopped at that, something swimming in her eyes as she thought of it. “Just think about that. A star pupil of ours, bright in her knowledge and wise beyond her years, smart enough to go toe to toe with Hammerman about crests. Now? Why, I think she was last seen practicing some obscene little number in the training barracks. I heard that the outfit she was wearing was simply too short to even hide her poor little ass~!” Edelgard could hear the song on Rheas’ voice as she explained, the heaves of her chest growing, Edelgards’ flushing face coming with it. 

“W-Well, while that might be t-true, we must still think about how we are going to-”

“Then there’s Petra~! Poor innocent little Petra sent to her doom knowing full well the dangers of what lay ahead ♥️!” Rhea breaths were becoming hard now, the sight of her chest bobbing causing that wondrous flame disgusting feeling to come through Edelgard once again, her legs had to shuffle, but only because she was uncomfortable from standing, she swore it! “A foreign princess, brought before a raging, brutish, unyielding conqueror, a fairytale in the making. But instead of her conquering and vanquishing the beast, she now bows and serves as its’ newest and greatest conquest~ ♥️ 💞!” Rhea stared in Edelgards’ eyes, and Edelgard felt her red stockings became slightly wet from the look, but she was sure it was sweat, nothing more. “Have you seen her, what Bernadetta has done to her?!”

If Edelgard wasn’t having to spilt attention between keeping whatever it was that was attempting to set heat into her loins and keep her mind on just what the hell was going on with Rhea, she would’ve rolled her eyes. Of course she knew what Bernadetta had done to her. The truth was that Petra came to class, and Edelgard almost thought that a turn in the tide had come. She was fully dressed, properly addressing people and actually acting…well, decent! Hell, even the other girls of her harem were confused and Edelgard was ready to use this to stage a counterattack. She actually felt sorry for Bernadetta walking in, something leather in her hands. 

Edelgard felt surprised when she saw it was a leash. She felt terror when Petra sank to her knees and offered her neck to Bernadetta to clip it around her neck. The sinking feeling of defeat set in as she followed behind Bernadetta on it, crawling and sitting on her knees beside Bernadettas' desk the whole class. It was somehow even more degrading than if she just dressed like some, some harlot in Enbarr, if she just dressed like some trashy comfort women. It was humiliating, it was degrading, watching how the leather would twist and bulge against her neck, how it looked like it was always meant to be there. How it would look on her neck. 

"My dear sweet nun, poor girl, but if she wishes to abandon Sothis for more pleasurable pastures, it is her decision." A giggle left her mouth, Edelgard not sure whether it made her sick to hear or made that sickening heat grow higher, a little bit of both happening.  Rhea was acting like some…some airhead tart that can't stop discussing the latest gossip! "As such, Edelgard, I think that a change of tactic might be necessary."

"A-and w-what," Edelgard took a breath in, the images trying to claw into her mind pressed down, and pressed into a shallow grave. Swallowing everything that she could, Edelgard attempted to fan her face, ready to blame it on the lack of airflow in the room. "What are you proposing that we do in order to gain any advantage that we can?" Edelgard felt sick at Rheas smile, loose and eyes blissed over with joy.

"Why don't we just talk to them💕?"

Edelgard waited a few moments, and found her mind spinning from the lack of any further elaboration.

"Wh-excuse me?! Just go talk to them?!" Edelgard exclaimed, the results of the last time that people went to "talk" to Bernadetta flashing in her head. "That's practically a type of surrender at this point. We'd be giving ourselves over to them without any resistance."

"And how good that would b- I mean, of course it would! However, you have to consider this: we have no idea of how we are going to attack this problem at the moment so a risky play is needed, a way to draw them out some of their biggest hitters, so to speak." Edelgard examined Rhea, and felt that same coiling feeling in her stomach. "Think of it Edelgard: you are closer to the head of the snake that. anyone. Yes, the main culprit is Bernadetta, but what backs her? What makes simply putting her up and throwing her out of out academy an impossibility?"

Edelgard silently racked her mind. Her royal status would mean little in the eyes of the church, who practically select the nobility through crests. Her skills with archery were great, astounding even. but infantry can make up for her loss. It had to be outside of her, something not her complete own, something that even the Church would hesitant, something strong enough to make anyone paus-

"Dear Sothis, it's The Professor, isn't it?" Edelgard muttered into her hand, fingers on her chin as her face grew red once again. Rhea merely gave a simple nod, a quick and definite confirmation. "That will be no small task, you understand? Byleth is a..reasonable woman, but her choice was clearly made." Edelgard tries to push the memory of Byleth bobbing her head into Bernadettas crotch, throating, slobbering, and devouring every brutal harlot breaking inch of that disgusting, vile, distinguished, powerful thing. Byleth was a powerful warrior, a legend that Edelgard found enrapturing her. Yet, from that day on, she could only see a smiling huge assed bimbo! One thar gladly displayed herself as a trophy to her hung stud of a Master!

"It would be good to be able to convince The Professor of just how…debaucherous her actions have been lately." Edelgard admitted, swearing that she would just talk to the woman. Show her that defining herself for Bernadetta wasn't the only way to gain a filling love life. Convince her that she was all she needed and thar she would gladly show her the pleasures of her tongue, especially when smothered underneath those perfectly round, pale, jiggly fat FUCKING MOUNDS OF PEEMIUM SLUTTY CHEEKS THAT SHE HAD THE AUDACITTY TO CALL AN ASS!

"Edelgard, dear, I realize that it might be a tempting offer to be your Proffessors' knight in shining armor, but I prefer no saliva on my floor." It was that sentence that alerted Edelgard to the fact that her mouth was watering. Gloved hands dabbed at her lips, sending the offending substance away, her eyes unable to look into Rheas', her smile lewd and growing, knowing that soon Bernadetta will have another girl for her own.

Ah, sending girls to my goddess and knowing that she will use their pretty little slutpussies as holes for her cock💕! Such lucky little bitches, able to just throw away everything to be depraved cumdumpster jizz napkins for such a hung stud💕❤️💞! Oh, Bernadetta, grant me the patience to see your work done, and know that I will dutifully serve till you call me to your room, and my true life may begin💞💕💖! Rhea pursued her lips, biting the inside of her cheek, ghe urge to scoop her toy from under the covers and restart her "prayer" climbing through her loins.

"Well, I take you you think it's an idea worth trying?"

Edelgard tried to convince herself that it was a bad idea. Hells, she knew it was. Every woman that had tried had fallen in the clutches of the purple haired little stud. However, Edelgard remembered her mettle: she was the heir to the Adsterian Empire. She would be the to rid the nation of the crests that had plagued them, harmed them, made her back and body burn in reminder of their cost. She would be the one who uprooted the church, no matter its help now. In fact, such instances would make them in need of them. 

Finally, she would be able to bring Byleth to her side. Truly saving her and showing her a side of the world that didn't need grotesque, bulging, tart breaking phalluses to be satisfied. Oh, she could see it.

"Edelgard, I was a fool to not see that I was causing you such strife, such pain by degrading myself." Teal eyes would run from her gaze, the emotion of guilt and self-disappointment dancing through her words. "How could you even forgive me?" Byleth could feel the touch of gentle fingers traced her chin, causing her face to meet Edelgards', violet eyes meeting teal equally, Edelgard finally reaching her full height after years of stunted growth.

"You, my Professor, no, my comrade, are a woman that cannot be blamed for submitting to such temptations." Her caress was gentle, Byleths' fingers tracing her knuckles, the warmth of her hands making Edelgard almost shudder. When was the last time she felt someone's hands on her own? "We are all human, Byleth. Even you. Even I." 

"So you have those desires as well?" Edelgard would feel her face flush. the smile of embarrassment coming over her face, meeting Byleths' almost coy smile. "If there is any one thing I have learned, it's how to indulge and satisfy those desires." Byleth would bring her lips to Edelgards ear, bouncing at just the sense of Byleth breathing. "Do you wish to see how?"

"That sounds like a wonderful idea!" Edelgard exclaimed, Rhea smiling at her dedication. Oh, how she will miss the challenging girl Edelgard is, but her goddess needed a new sacrifice💖💖~

Edelgard stood outside of the doors to Bernadettas' room, the hard wood glistening in the shine of the orange afternoon sun. The door loomed over her shorter form, the light glaring upon her. Her lips mashed together, the hammering feeling of her beating heart in her throat making her have to let out a breath in order to make sure that it was calmed down. To think I would be standing here, trying to convince my professor to not be some…harlot for someone else. Edelgard sighed, her lot in life suddenly weighing heavy on her. Her eyes pounded against the door when she opened them, as if she could drill through the wood itself with just a gaze. No time like the present to act. She brought her hand to the door, gloved knuckles rapping against the wood with gentle taps, the noise of it harmonious with the beat in her chest. She shuffled, wondering if she should’ve worn her usual school romper instead of shorts separated from her actual shirt, the apricot the only adornment she still wore from her regular outfit. It was due to..how hot it is, yes, that’s it!

She heard the shuffling of movement inside, her legs hitching into place as she heard the  sound of heels clicking against the ground. The tumble of the lock entered her ears, back straight, up and locked. It opened and Edelgard felt as if the wind had been knocked out of her. Byleth stood there, her teal hair flowing and shimmering. As her eyes became aware of Edelgard, a small smile broke on her face, eyes clear and upturned at the sight of her, which Edelgard can't say she reciprocated, considering she had to look at the streak of off white coming down her chin at the moment. 

"Edelgard, to what do I owe the pleasure?" Byleth said, the sight of what was clearly the residue of an hard, uncouth, brutal, throatpussy breaking, brain destroying session of oral fellatio. Edelgard found that even knowing that, she found herself lost in the way that Byleths' hair flowed, the way that her hands, even now, gripping the door, looked so strong, like a grip of iron was in them. How she would love to take them in hers'. Her eyes were attempting to wander, examining  the outfit that Byleth had donned after becoming Bernadettas’ slutty teacher concubine woman, the breasts window near in her face from the height difference. 

"Yes, Professor." Edelgard smoothed her answer out, forcing her eyes directly on Byleths’ face. "It's good to see that you are in good health, today." Her hands ringed together, deciding that her business must come first, any attraction can come after she was finished. "I have actually come to discuss the, well, main inhabitant of this room." Byleth actually let out a sigh, a frown that contained a sadness sliding onto her face.

"Is this still about Rheas' concerns? Edelgard, I understand that some people are bothered by us, but at this point, we don't much care. I don't want to turn you away, but talking about this is not something I have any want to discuss." Byleth explained, her stance one of indifference. Edelgard found that she had to switch her tactics, the blunt energy of Byleth disorienting her.

"W-well. Yes, I understand." Edelgard stuttered. "However, you do understand exactly why we are so…interested in what's happening. Professor, Bernadetta has currently got half of the female population, distracted, concerned, and constantly looking over their shoulders for her." Byleth actually bristled at that, but Edelgard continued. "It would be very good for all involved for you to allow me to speak with you."

Edelgard thought that would at least get some sympathy. Byleth stood tall and looked down at Edelgard, hand coming up.

"First, she is not some monster, just a girl with a knack for giving pleasure to women." One finger came with the explanation, every word bashing through Edelgard. "Two, I can very much verify that every one of us is very, very happy with her." Another finger. "Finally, I do not think that constantly inquiring as to the activities of what we do in our privacy. It makes you and Rhea seem a bit more..jealous than you might want."

Edelgard felt like every word was a slap that made her have to balance herself in order to not be blown over by them. Byleth wasn't wrong with any of her analysis, as far as she was aware, not a single woman had come to this unwilling, sans Lysithea, and at this point, Lysithea would swear that Bernadetta was in the right to, and Edelgard quoted, "use her mammoth sized bitch buster to teach me my place❤️💕. It's only natural that she would enjoy the finest meat the Monastery can offer, after all~!" So with such utter devotion, Edelgard felt like she was attempting to scale a slicked wall.

"Well, while I would love to stand and discuss this, Bernadetta wishes for me to read with her tonight." Byleth turned and Edelgard felt her heart hammering, the panic setting in like a cold hand gripping around her throat. She couldn't let Byleth actually walk back in there, not without some way to worm her way into this stronghold, less Byleth be lost forever. Think, Edelgard, think! You are the soon to be Empress, you are one of the brightest minds the Monastery has to offer. You can find a way in if necessary.

"I wish to know just what's so special about Bernadetta." The sound of her voice exited her mouth long before she was even able to tell what she was saying. Byleth stopped, turning back to Edelgard. Not what I meant, not what I meant! However, Edelgard reflected on the words uttered by Rhea earlier that day. Rhea was right, loathe as she was to admit it, risk was necessary. She was already hiding one secret while acting against them, why not another? "All of these women swearing that Bernadetta is some wondrous sexual guru is causing me to become…curious."

"Weren't you just trying to convince me to leave it?" Byleths' expression barely changed, but her eyes did feel like they were glaring into Edelgards soul. "Something about half the female population of the school looking over their shoulders."

"All the more reason to see just what the actual truth is, don't you think?" Edelgard reasoned, mouth tumbling out her reasons, her mind reaching for everything and anything that could stick. "I mean, what word would be more convincing than the word of  the church and the Empire?" Edelgard felt her smile stretch, her teeth showing as she did. 

Byleth looked at her, looking her over, a type of look that if Edelgard were honest, something she had only known to be on her in her dreams. Edelgard had the confidence to say that her body and face were beautiful, but she wondered if beautiful was the word that Byleth was trying to think of. Trying her best to change her thinking, she examined herself from the perspective of…the head bitch of a harem.

Her lips were soft and pink, something that you could pinch in your fingers and seal with a firm enough kiss, the type that could have her mouth filling with moans and whines and make her violet eyes swim with submissive desire. A sharp and pretty face, it led down to her uniform. the frill of her apricot being eyes down to her…budding chest. 

It was true, it didn't pop from her chest like Manuela, or Hilda, or Petra, or Dorothea…the point stood that it was still visible and perky, if she was so bold. They were things that, if one were to stare, would see they were nice hand filling mounds, something that could fill a gown and perfectly be something that a degenerate, woman obsessed, brutish, stud-like, vicious woman such as Bernadetra would gladly attach her lips to, the sound of  suckling and feeling of teeth on her already causing her body to shiver with anticipation fear. 

Byleth ran over her legs, one of her prouder features. Her stockings, red and shiny, hid them rather well, but her legs were firm and slender, like ballerina legs. The type that she was sure that many men and she hoped women imagined sitting on their shoulders as she laid beneath them, her platinum blonde hair splayed in an open rug behind her. It would lay there as her body rocked back and forth, her womb pleading for more from the men, her lips wanting tongues against her from the women, the sight of teal hair right there deepening their hold in her. She would give them everything, her heart was their, her empressslut body was their, a pathetic worthless Empress made only to-

"Yes, I guess that you have some potential if I am honest." Byleth came to her back, Edelgard only out of her fantasy enough to tighten her gaze as she tried to not let it show on her face. When she was at her back, she felt Byleth hands reach for her..for her..she was gripping her ass! "Hmm, firm and actually quite bubbly. Round and good to spank. it seems." Edelgard should've done something, something to stop it. However, this was the Professor, and she was touching her, treating her like a-a toy to examine, something to lock away and use for her perverted and intimate desire, her hands running over the meat, a firm grip and one small smack that Edelgard had to buckle to not bend at! "Yes, if you are quite serious, I think that you should be fine to bring to Bernadetta. " Edelgard could feel her breath trying to break through the prison of her clenched teeth.

Even as she spoke, her Professors' fingers dug into her Empress booty, fingers feeling the smooth meat that was held in her shorts. It would sink and bounce against the calloused fingers, Edelgard trying not to stamper her feet and let out such..such uncouth moans that threatened to leave her mouth~! Her body shuddered as Byleth ran them over once again, and with a quick windup, delivered a quick smack, Edelgard unable to stop a small whimper from escaping her lips, teeth deep in her bottom lip. Byleth came around her once again, staring down at her, hands running around her shoulders, Edelgard aware enough to see the sparkle of magic in her hands, golden light emitting.

That would explain why it's so…pleasurable. Edelgard knew that it would still be fantastic, it was Bylwth doing this to her. The tingle and sting of the magic made it all the more difficult to truly resist, but Edelgard knew that she could preserve through any of Byelths' perverted games! She would take any challenge, and her face attempted to convey that message. That she wouldn’t bend to just smack! Byleth would have to undress her fully, rip the almost paradoxically pure white panties that she was wearing, lay an assault to her bear bottom and rip her submission from her, break her resolve to reach the little girl crying for a strong sturdy mommy underneath! Only then would she submit to the feeling of her body expelling her desires, showing her needs, but not a minute before that! 

Unfortunately, when Byelth had a decent look at her face, she saw the face of a girl conflicted with her own desires! Her face ended in a hard pout. a streak of scarlet across her face. However, her eyes were swimming, pleading with need for the touch to return, her arms restless at her side as she attempted to hold the utter submission to such a..such a woman inside of her for even just a moment longer! Byleth smirked looking at her.

Oh, this is going to be fun. Byleth gripped Edelgards hands, leading her into the room, the arches casting shadows over them as they entered. The door slammed shut hard as they did, Byelth gripping them shut with a snap decision.  Doing so startled the only other occupation letting out a squeal of surprise. 

"Sothis Above, Byleth, why did you slam the door so hard?!" Bernadetta questioned, adjusting the shorts that she was wearing. She was only in those and what appeared to be a lacy purple bra, holding her admittedly smaller breasts. Her hands were currently shifting her shorts, turned away from the door as she stood in the room. “I know you wanted to send whoever it was away, but you didn’t need to be so rude.” She sighed, turning back towards them. “Oh, well. I guess we’ll have to talk to them later. Now, I know its’ not having me fuck you into a puddle, but I think you’ll enjoy this book I just go-” Bernadetta would’ve continued if not for the fact that when she finished turning, there was Edelgard, grey and violet eyes widening. Grey for the fact that public enemy #1 against her harem was in her room while she was in a state of undress. Violet on account of having to realize that all of the rumors about her were true!

Edelgard watched as the package in her shorts rumbled , the large tube-like appendage snaking its way down them, her thigh only slightly bigger than the width of the thing! She had seen it from a distance, that perk that started it all, but so close now, she could see how the head looked like it was ready to burst through her shorts, even now, the aftermath of what Edelgard could only guess what a session with Byleth meaning that several stains and drops of residue were on her shorts, the smell inflating in the air, and how it inflated the air at this moment!  Edelgard felt like her very legs were becoming too wobbly to stand upright. Instead of looking angry, Bernadettas’ eyes slanted at Byleth, as she put her head in her palm. 

“Byleth, why is Edelgard in my room?” 

Edelgard could have wondered the same herself as she looked at Byleth, confusion on her face transforming into shock as Byleths’ transformation happened right before her eyes! Byleths’ hard gaze softened, dispapered even, till what remained was the closest that Byleth could give to an empty headed smile of bliss. Her body was responding, Edelgard able to note the sight of her nipples beginning to perk in her crop top, her thighs coming together as if she could stop the tide of wet bitch that was beginning to escape down her legs, shorts dampening in mere moments! Combine this with the smell and Byleth, in mere moments, had become a woman desperate for the approval of her studmommy♥️!

“Well, Mistress, me and Edelgard here were having some rather..interesting conservations~ 💗. It appears that she and Rhea are beginning to have more personal questions about the going ons of our little..group.” Byleth watched as Bernadetta eyed her, that same bimbo like giggle coming from her mouth, just like Rhea earlier. “I know, but I believe that if nothing else, Edelgard can go back to Rhea with a much more… informed viewpoint of what you give to women ♥️ 💖!” Byleth sauntered over to Bernadetta, hips swinging out, her phat meaty thighs bursting against her shorts, full breeding hip handles moving to entice Bernadetta, a clear vein coming in the purple-haired girls head. 

“Byleth, you promised me we would read tonight.”  Bernadetta scowled, Edelgard feeling every bone run cold, her own body shivering at the words. She felt how the hairs of her neck stood up and how that insistent, full, powerful heat was running through her once again, just at the sound of her voice. "Can't you think of anything but being a fucking spremditch for half a minute?" Edelgard felt her mouth drop, sinking as Byleth continued her saunter, wondering just what Bernadetta could do to cause such a woman to accept such degrading terms!

"And just whose fault is that~?" Byleth took Bernadetta by the hand, leading her to the bed, hands forcing her down as she sat atop her. Her larger body looking as if she could engulf Bernadetta in the valley of her body. "A fighter respected and feared in equal measure, a mercenary without equal, the name Ashen Demon casting fear across this continent, all before I came to this monastery." Her hips swirled, the sight of her shaking her phat white mounds of meat against Bernadettas' growing erection, all while Edelgard felt her stockings stick to her once again, gloved hands at her mouth and sinking down her front. 

The cock was rising, and Edelgard felt like it was already large just flaccid, but now. it rested firmly between Byleths two hills of assflesh, slutty comforters to her studs' gigafemcock. "Now, look at me. A desperate fragile bimbo fuckdolll for a barely legal teenage girl~💞." Byleth hips swung sensually, the shaft of the cock spinning with.

"Byleth", Bernadettas growled, hands clutching into the sheets underneath, her raging cock answering to such dirty pleading!

"A filthy whore, ready to give her Mistress, any and every hole, swallow every ounce of wriggling, thick, creamy nut sludge for her💞!" Another swing of her hips, arms hanging around Bernadettas' neck. The cock was wedged between her cheeks, a lewd hotdog of full subbitch activity! "Desperate to have her cunt blown apart by the tip of your cockhead, drowned by the flood of your seed deep in my pussy❤️🖤!"

"Byleth, I swear to the highest power of Sothis."

"All for the most wondrous Mistress: a shy futastud who needed to be given the opportunity to have a fatassed, slutty fighter to come and tempt her", her lips came to Bernadettas ears, the veins of her head popping, "just like this💞🖤❤️!"

CLAPCLAPCLAPCLAP

Edelgard was sure that she was in her dream at this moment, sure that she had passed out after Byleth touched her. For the scene had displayed in front of her was out of her most depraved dreams. Byleth bounced in Bernadettas lap, her firm fully booty clapping against the mass of meat that was Bernadettas' cock. They would meet around it, the full plap of such high octane twerking enough that Edlegard could feel her hand slipping  towards her shorts. S-she couldn't be blamed, could she? Such, such debaucherous acts were simply too hard to resist. She tried, fingers teasing at the button, but she had to try, try to resist becoming a brain dead embodiment of submissive emperor pussy! 

"So, tell me, Bernadetta, don't you think that Edelgard deserves a show? Deserves to see just how you deal with pretty little cock hardening. semen readying teases? The books can wait, doesnt you cock need to teach a lesson, about teasing fierce, angry doms?" She kissed Bernadetta on the cheeks, grey eyes boring into her slutty, loving gaze.

"What do you say, mistress~❤️🖤 ?"

PLAPPLAPPLAPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPLAP!

" YOU FUCKING COCKHOARDING BITCH, YOU CANT EVEN GO A DAY WITHOUT THIS DICK. CAN YOU ? FUCKING INTERRUPTING MY READING TIME TO HAVE YOUR SLUTTY TEACHER PUSSY FILLED WITH MY DICK, TEAL HAIRED SLUT~! SOTHIS, I'D HATE IT IF YOUR PUSSY WASNT FUCKING TOP NOTCH🖤❤️💕!" Bernadetta roared into the heavens, hands clasping at Byleths throat, her hold on it only encouraged by the tightening of her pussy around her.

Edelgard stood, no, wobbled at the knees at the sight in front of her, kegs giving out as she felt with them underneath her. Byleth was forced into a violent womb crushing, bitch destroying mating press, the sight of testicles, leathery and full like swinging cantaloupe, crashing about her ass with each thrust! The sound of her balls hitting Byleths ass was that of pounds of wet meat clapping against one another, sweat and semen running rivers down both, musk and the smell of a pussy destroying stud working her magic filling the room! Edelgard could not see this, as Byleths' face was towards her, but she could feel it happening. Byleths face was pleased and content, but the sound of her pussy submitting, wet folds welcoming back the brutish conqueror of her pussy resounding.

"Ah, Mistress. Yes, my Mistress, more💕❤️. Fill this desperate whore with- ah ah,- more of your wondrous fuckmeat. My pussy cannot be without your cock for long, she will lose her mind and run wet with need for you. Please, stuff her full of seed so that her demands for more cock are sated by your wondrous, full , large amount of copious, sludge like GHCCKK!"

Edelgard felt her own pussy run rampant with juices at the sight of her teacher being choked, Bernadetta lodging a spit down her throat as she forced her mouth open. Byleth eyes rolled, hearts in the big teal circle, her legs gripping around Bernadettas' waist. 

"First, you make me fuck you, then you think you get to tell me what the fuck to do~? Nah, you're gonna be a good little fuckhole and take what I give you, and what I want to make you cum like the fucking dirty spermditch you fucking are❤️💞💕!" Her words were aggressive, degrading, and Edlegard swore that Byleth, if she had speech at this moment, would marry Bernadetta from the look she had in her eyes. "Actually, since you brought a guest, I'll be nice. I'll let you cum, but I don't want her out of it." Bernadetta thrust slowed, her grip on Byleths neck loosening. "Go on, Byleth, look at her~!" 

Edelgard felt her eyes widen, her heart dropping into her stomach as Byleth eyes found her, Bernadettas' thrust keeping their pace, a bulge in Byleths' stomach appearing with each thrust! Edelgard couldn't deny how her pussy was letting a torrent of pussyjuices as Byelth eyes showed her full desire. Utter lust and depraved need, her mouth open slightly, an open gate to the sound of groans, signals of the efficiency of Bernadettas' assault!

CLAPCLAPCLAPCLAPCLAPCLAPCLAPCLAPCLAPCLAPCLAPCLAPCLAPCLAPCLAPCLAPCLAPCLAPCLAP

"Now, that's a good girl, Edlegard." Hearing her name made the little slutempress youmg woman shoot her head up to look at Bernadetta. Her eyes stared down at her, the feeling of being small in her gaze washing over her in a way that a scowl responded, even as the heat continued to run over her face. "You know I think that Byleth bringing you here can be fun. Tell you what." Bernadetta punctuated it with a slap of her heavy sack of futanuts snacking to Byleth, stilling her thrusts. "The only way I let Byleth get off is if you go ahead and have fun too💕💞!" 

"A-and w-what leads you to believe I will participate in such a-an act?" Edelgard defied, her eyes staring up at Bernadetta. Hee eyes were trying hard to not look at her sweating chest, the way that her hair fell in her eyes, clouding them and making every ounce of hunger and futa rutting rage that was being sent her way. A gulp ran down her throat, as she tried to command some respect, sitting on bow legged knees and a puddle that was collecting in her pants. The sound of her pussy releasing the large shaft, a moan of displeasure from the feeling coming, till Bernadetta had only her cockhead at the entrance of her lips.

"Well, it doesn't matter to me. Byleth, however, well, you can make her suffer if you want."

Edelgard knew she shouldn't look down, she shouldn't even consider it. However, her need to have Byleth look at her with and see such lust and submissive desire  her safe drove her eyes down. Teal pleaded up to her, her mouth in a thin line, but an undeniable wobble in it. She looked at Edelgard as if looking at one's mother, desperately pleading for one more snack before bed. It would comically if not in front of her, it was pathetic, a grown woman, a warrior that had her name echoed throughout the land, whimpering, begging, pleading like some Enbarr whore, some easy teacherslut pussy fuckbimbo, some, some-

"Edelgard… please💔."

Edelgards fingers couldn't find the bottom of her shorts fast enough. Her fingers, finally free of the casing of her gloves, shot down in her shorts, finding their way underneath her leggings, her already sensitive pussy drooling, her fingers tracing around her pussy lips as her other hand came to her breast, teasing her nipples through her loosening shirt, her once neat apricot falling to the floor. She heard a dark chuckle, knowing that Bernadetta was laughing at her, her acting so desperate and needy.

“Man, you really do love Byleth, huh? It’s actually kinda sweet.” Edelgard felt her body heat up with utter embarrassment, enough that her fingers almost stopped teasing around her lips. “Byleth so wanted you in our little gang, but I had to convince them not to bring you in earlier~!” Edelgard felt her neck snap up to stare Bernadetta in the eyes, her cock slipping between Byleths’ wet pussy lips. She began to sink her cock back in, inch by inch by fucking inch 🖤. “Yeah, they wanted to break your haughty visage and see you be used as nothing but a worthless blonde bimbo fucktoy ♥️!”

“Mistress, please don’t talk about that, it’s embarrass-ahhhhh~!” The feeling of another inch, only 6 of 20 mind breaking inches entering her as Bernadetta lowered herself without hesitation.

“Ah, she’s embarrassed, embarrassed about how much she wanted to see you act like a fucking retarded Enbarr whore. You know the type, the girls that wear those fucking robes only to reveal that there’s nothing underneath but some pasties and  the dry fucking cum of people who used them before then 💗!” 

“Mistress, you- ah, ah,- getting bigger again!”

“She wanted to see you break so much, Edelgard, wanted to see,” 12 inches were down, “just how you look,” 14 inches, “on your back, like a fucking dirty semen swallowing, pussy offering, cock begging fucking slut ♥️” 

PLAP!

“Aaaaahhh~!” Byleth let out an actual squeal, that was only combined with the sound of her heavy nuts slamming back into her once again, the smacking of heavy testicles, full of nutfugde, ready to destroy, pillage and rape the eggs of Byltehs’ womb resounding throughout the room. Her eyes almost came unfocused, as Bernadetta caused that bulge to return, as the futadom looked down at her personal sex sleeve.

“But you want your pride, and I understand that, so I won’t force you to continue to try and be something that you have no ability of being, so if you want, you can leave while I-”

“AaaahhhHHH~!” The squeal that filled the air as Bernadetta was beginning to start her thrusting in full once again. It caused her to look up, and gray eyes going wide at the sight of Edelgard going absolutely nuts on her! Her hands were stuffed into her pants, a furious fingering into her pussy, one that was fueled not just by any reason, but by the desperation of a repressed perverted Empress needing to have that wonderful teal hair in her possession. "Well, I guess that she's coming around to the fun. Here's my end of it❤️💞!"

PLAP!PLAP!PLAP!PLAP!PLAP!PLAP!PLAP!PLAP!PLAP!PLAP!PLAP!PLAP!PLAP!PLAP!PLAP!LAP!PLAP!PLAP!PLAP!PLAP!

"Oh, Mistress! Such a ferocity. To use my pussy like your own personal cumditch. Such a fierce usage of my pussy, your cock is absolutely wondrous💞💕!" Byleth let moans and groans escape her lips, as Bernadetta thrust bottomed into her. Her eyes swung up to Edelgard, the girl only now letting her fingers begin to explore herself, the sound of dripping coming right alongside the sound of heavy balls resuming their assault.

"I always wanted to see you like this, Edelgard. I can see those eyes, how sad they can be, how lonely." Edelgard felt her heart lurch, the walls of her chest pounding against it like the walls she set up around it in her mind. "To see it fall, that mask of yours, to see the girl underneath, to see the girl who I know wants to have this: unbridled, raw, naked, filling, perverted fullment. I see it when you look at me, well, look at me now, Edelgard."

Smack!Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!

" Fuck, is having Edelgard here making you even tigher? Fuck, you're an exhibitionist slut, too? Who knew you're the perfect cock sleeve woman💞💓?!" Bernadetta called, her hands landing in between Byleths breasts, enjoying the valley of titflesh surrounding her. Byleth clenched her face, the signal of her orgasm approaching. 

"Come to me, Edelgard, cum with me, Edelgard." Edelgard felt her fingers doing their best to respond to the challenge. Though they were not heavy, her breaths were almost of an utter focus and dedication, her body shivering with each gouging of her fingers into her dripping cunt! Edelgard felt all rules, all decorum fading from her: the Professor, no, Byelth wanted her. Byelth wanted the, the perverse bimbo Empress she held within! The Empress who wanted to be dominated and dominate in equal measure.

How she had dreamed of forced Byleths head between her legs and using her smooth thighs to force air from her throat. How she had dreamed of Byleth walking her on a leash through Enbarr, a pathetic bitch following the answer of her Mistresses' call. How she had desired to have Byleth run her eyes with tears from the pleasure she would bring her . How she had wanted Byleth to take Bernadettas' position on top of her, forcing her submission and deceleration of property to her queen, her goddess, her love💞❤️💕💓! And if HER LOVE NEEDED HER TO CUM, THEN SHE WOULD HAVE A DISGRACEFUL, BITCH WORTHY, SLUTTY AHEGAO FILLED MIND BREAKING ORGASM AS SHE WISHED💓💞💕❤️!

Edelgards' face rushed to Byleths', lips flying to reach hers. Their mouths collided, Byleths moans muffled by slutty Empress lips. Byleths' eyes widened for a moment, but soon lidded in well fucked bliss running over her face. Tongues lashed against each other, locking and mushing, even escaping and linking against each other. The sound of muffins moans, squeals, and groans were only eclipsed by the hammering slams of Bernadettas into Byleth, her pace quickening and her balls tightening. 

"F-Fuck, seeing you two like a pair of slutty cock loving girlfriends is doing it for me~! How tight Byleth is, how much you're acting like you don't care about anything but having the ability to cum, Edelgard💞💓💕💗! This monastery is amazing, fuck ever going back home, fuck my dad, fuck the Empire, fuck the Church! I'll make this all my personal brothel house, filled with wet fatassed bitches that twerk and squirt just from the mention of my dick💓! That starts with you two, SO COME ON, CUM WITH ME, YOU BALL WORSHIPING, ORGASMS OBESSED, BRAIN FRIED PAIR OF SLUTTY SAPHHRICS BITCHES, LET ME SEE YOU BREAK🖤❤️💓💞!"

SPPPPLURRRTTT! GLURCKKKKKK! GLRRRKKKK! SPURLLLTTTTT! SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT !

To call the sound of Bernadettas' cock releasing an entire torrent of raging, womb conquering futa batter into Byleths' stomach "loud '' would be a vast understatement! Her cum battered into Byleth, her orgasm raging as it splattered against Bernadettas tights, her stomach bulging with each rope that launched into her womb. Her eyes bulged, her moans entered into Edelgards throat, and her legs wrapped around Bernadettas waist, the splash of her juice announcing another loss of her pussy to Varley stud cock! It sounded as if thick mud was being unloaded and squeezed, a thick splattering that sounded from around and inside of Byleth as she submitted to the bliss of being full of Bernadettas’ seed ♥️!” 

Edelgard felt as if she was experiencing it by proxy, her eyes rolling up into her head. She could feel the tension in her own womb, the heat of pleasure coiling and bringing to set light to her body. To think that this would be where she fell, her mind giving in to the debauchery, the sinful lust and hedonist pleasure💞! To know that she would become a bimbo fuckdoll for both Byleth and Bernadetta💞💕! To know that such pleasure as coming to coming, coming upon her, cumming, cumming, CUMMING, CUMMING, CUMMING, CUMMING~~!

….At least, Edelgard was sure it was supposed to be! Edelgard could feel her body tingle with the edge of orgasm in front of her, body aching for the release. Fingers dug deeper and deeper, her gspot bring pummeled by her fingers, the edge of her orgasm on the horizon. Yet every time, it would find ground to separate itself from Edelgard, a few inches that inspired further examination of her own pussy, her fingering almost instinent at this point! She didn’t understand, the heat was not leaving, her pussy was on fire, her body was heaving from the amount of tingle and sensitivity so why wasn’t she cumming yet?! 

If she could see herself, and still had the sense to, she would be utterly ashamed of herself, blonde hair over her face as she grunted and panted with utter desperation, an animal focusing on rutting rather than decorum. She sat on the back of her thighs, finger curling inside of her, desperate to relief her of this, this hell! Why?! C’mon, C’mon, C’mon~! I’m almost there, just more, please, I need more, why can’t I cum, why can’t I cum, why 💔 💔?!”

A chuckle filled the air and it was the only thing that convinced Edelgard to finally look up, realizing that that the sound of balls emptying into a tight hole was finally gone. Byleth before her, a grin down at her, her lips curling into a smirk that made Edelgard shudder in utter lus -no, in truth and dumbfounded LUST 💗! The Empress fuckpot stared up at Byleth, her lips opening, soft pink things that were wet with drool, eyes hazy with need and want. 

“Oh, Edelgard, I know that I said I wanted you, but I didn’t think you were so backed up.” Byleth bent over, cradling Edelgards’ face in her hand, the warmth making Edelgard whine as her pussy continued to drip on the floor. “Still, I think you should know: all the trouble you've been trying to send our way, we don’t think you can just be in like this.” Edelgard felt her heart beat against her ribs, the tension in her stomach equal parts horny desire and fear. “So, I’ve taken it upon myself to be not just your love, your first, but a sisterslut, a perfect teacher and guide to your transformation~. You felt it when I was touching you before we came in, right?”

Edelgard felt her shoulders shiver from remembering the contact, Byleth seeing the trace of remembrance in her eyes. “It’s a simple spell, I set a threshold for what your body can feel, and till I say you are perfect for her,” Byleth bent down even further, her lips right in Edelgards’ face, “I won’t be letting you cum~.”

Edelgard felt like her heart was going to sink into the ground. N-not be able to cum? T-that’s too cruel! Was I too disobident? Too forceful with my kiss, not pleasing enough for her and that brutish dickfiend that we now share for a master~? Edelgards’ lips moved before her mind did.

“I swear, I’ll make up for it, just give me a-”

“No need, you will.” Byleth directed her face to Bernadetta who watched the scene somewhat amused and somewhat bewitched by the sight. A slight wave came from her as she sat on the edge of her bed, and Edelgard could no longer resist and bring her eyes up from the, the absolute juicy piece of pussy raping meat that Bernadetta was swinging in front of her! 

Byleths’ shifted so that she was able to see it with her, the bob of the angry head slick with cuntjuices and dripping with nutslime as it shined in front of them. Edelgard felt her eyes unable to leave it as Byleth brought her hands to both her chest and ass, one massaging and teasing her nipple, and one gripping and molesting her bubble butt as both faces streaked with red, one focused on breaking a dumbstruck bitch, and one unable to focus on anything but the end goal of that corruption 🖤!

“Just imagine it, Edelgard: the sight of the two of us, slid underneath those heavy nutsacks, mouths enveloping those semen filled tanks of cum! Two retarded bimbo suckling and slurping away at them, as we pop our asses out for our Mistresses entertainment, pleading that she bless us fully with her cock~!" Byleth leaned into her ear, the sound of Edelgard swallowing making her smile. "Imagine when she lets us play together: your hand able to sink into my tits, bouncing and filling them with each and every fondle, every moan leaving my mouth in such distinct pleasure~! My head in your thighs, the feeling of my tongue running over every fold with my desire to please 💗! All of that. Every. Single. Day” Her tongue lapped at Edelgards’ ear, and she swore she would’ve orgasmed right then and there. “Just let me get you ready.”

Edelgard swallowed, as she observed Bernadetta. Her smile is a bit more nervous than one would expect of a dom of no less than 6. Edelgard imagined it well: the sight of the two of them kissing, swallowing, slobbering, salivating like brain fried fuckditches, lipstick and markings stretching over the musky skin that would flood their mouths, the stench, the smell flooding their brains over days afterwards 💗! The pubes that would stick to their faces, as they offered peace-signed enhanced ahegao faces to her 💕! She and Byleth would look at each other, and their lips would come together, sharing in the delight of such a bounty! 

Byleth watched Edelgard look at her and couldn’t keep her smile down: her eyes had two pink hearts in them, pupils shrunken and beady, a wobbly smile that was desperately and failing to hide her awakened lust~! Her exposed chest bobbed and heaved, her hands returning to her pussy once again as she swallowed her saliva.

“W-well, learning is best done hand-ons, don’t you agree, Byleth~~ ♥️ 💗 💞?”

{Tuesday}

The first day of Edelgards “training” was to communce on this day and Byleth had decided that were would be only one way to initiate it. After all, it was a celebration of sorts: all of the main opponents of the Bernadetta harem was safely and continously in hand. So how does Byleth plan to use this to her advantage?

“ GGHUUKCCCHHKK 💗 💞 💕, MMHHGGMHHMMMMAMMGH ♥️ 💗 💞, MHHMMMMHHHMMM ♥️ 💗 💕 MMGGHHHGG~~, PWEASH LEH MA CAMMMM, LET ME CAMM, LEH MA CUM ♥️ 💗 💔 MMMMHHHHMMMMM IAH BE A GAAD GUIL, JAST PWEASE  LEHH MA CUMMMM PWWEEASSSHHHH ♥️ 💗 💞 !”

Quite simple: from now till the end of the week, everyone in the harem would have a day to teach Edelgard a little of what was expected of her as the new girl in the harem, and today was Dorothea and Manuelas’ day~! The two stood with the sight in front of them in the usual Black Eagles classroom causing red cheeks on both of them and equally aroused pussies. Edelgard was stripped of everything but her red leggings and even those were torn asunder, her pretty pink pussy exposed to the air, droplets of pussyjuices running down her leggings and dropping onto the desk. She was bound, ropes tying her so that her legs couldn’t close, her arms let at her back, and a gag and blindfold to stop any and all sight. All while the spell of not being able to cum still hung over her.

“My, Byleth can be one hard driver.” Manuela whispered, having to keep her focus up to make sure that the magic that she was using to tease Edelgard, her pussy having the force of her magic on her sending her constantly to the brink. However, the sight and the knowledge that she was breaking her future Emperess into being a perfect pet for her Mistress was causing her own fluids to run down her legs. “Maybe she and Bernadetta can reward me for this.”

“Oh, now that sounds absolutely wonderful~”, Dorothea answered, her magic focused on her tits, her perky pink nipples being doused in magic that felt as if they were being stretched and fondled by the softest hands in all of the land! Her thrasing was from the desire to cum. Her desire so large, so massive that the goal of todays’ training, learing to abandon all pride in order to properly beg and pleasure her mistress? Let’s just say she’s passing with flying colors 💖! “I wonder if they want us to make her feel like her brain is bringing directly fucked too~ ♥️?”

“Ohhh, Doroteha, you devilish minx, that sounds wonderful~! You keep focusing on her tits, I’ve got that spell.”

“ ♥️ 💖 💖AAWWWWHHMMMGGGAAAAAA~! 💔 💔 MMMMGGHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaAAaaaaAAAAAA~~! LEHMACUM, LEHMACUM, LEHMACUMM, PASSY BREAHING, OOOGGGHHHHHHGGGHH 💔 💔 💔~! PWEEEASEEE LETMACUMMMMMMMM~~!”

And that was how Monday went.

{Wedensday}

“Now, Edelgard, since you’re going to be one of us from now on, I believe that you should be brought up on the manners that a submissive piece of fuckmeat such as we are meant to act,” Lysithea coached. She and Edelgard sat in the library, making sure that it was closed to all others as Edelgard moved and trembled, her body still on the brink of orgasm from days ago. “Do you know what that means in this instance?”

Edelgard swallowed, all of her fear mixing with the near constant arousal and edging that she had been on, causing her leggins to be near ruined. It was coming to the point that she considered not wearing the damn things anymore, they would be broken and used up by the end of these days and..Edelgard would probably be willing to wear a skirt for Byleth..and by extension, Bernadetta. 

“N-no, I’m not quite sure. Will it involve more p-pleasure? Is Byleth around, d-do you think she will find that I’ve been doing well enough, t-that she will-” 

The doors slammed open, and while Edelgard jumped, Lysitheas’ smirk was combined with an utter joy as the sound of steps, shuffling and clambering got closer. When the culprit emerged, Edelgard felt her chest tighten. Hilda stood there, school shirt unbuttoned, the residue of only one woman running from her chin. However, it was the three mugs that she held in her hands that got Edelgards’ attention. Filled with a jelly like white substance, the rank and stink of it wafting through the air, Edelgard didn’t need to ask what it was.

“Man, Mommy is actually being nice. She let me go with only a little bit of a blowjob.” Hilda said, slamming the mugs down onto the table, taking one for herself, passing one to Lysithea, and leaving one right in front of Edelgard. Edelgard stared down into the thing, the sight of it almost jiggling made her pause. She looked up and saw Lysithea toasting her, and Hilda already gulping it down, hard bumps in her throat every second. They can’t expect me to actually, that’s so filthy, so uncouth, so..so..

Let me teach you, Edelgard.

 Edelgard resigned to it, the handle in her hands, she brought it to her lips and tilted her head back. In an instance, her legs shoot together, eyes widening as the effect of it was running through her. Every gulp felt as if her brain was being attacked directly by precision strikes to activate ecestay in her, the way it would stick and cling to her gums was almost addicting, and the heat of her womb, almost under control, spiraled into a inferno once again. By the time she finish, she gasped and gulped down any air that she could. “Hah ♥️…Hahhh 💞…. Gulp 💗!” 

The two former golden deer students looked at her with a sight of joy. 

“Good to see that you were able to withstand the first round, now let’s get the fermented stuff!” Hilda squealed, bouncing away from Lysithea and Edelgard, the latter looking as if her jaw was goign to swing off, Lysithea giggling as she watched.

She’ll be a brain dead fuckslug by tomorrow!

{ Thursday}

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

"UGOOOOHHHOOOO~~, P-petra, please, I'll keep bouncing, just give me a moment to a-adju-" SMACK! " 💕💞💗OOOOOOHHHHH~~!"

Today was Petras' day and she decided that Edelgard needed to learn her manners for her Mistress. As such, her lesson was simple: no matter what she was doing, proper introductions were necessary. Introduction to foreign officials, diplomat missions, and even when you're being forced to bounce on a 18 inches dildo in the shape of your soon to be Mistress and spanked by a foreign princess❤️💗!

" I'm not remembering allowing you to address me in a way that is my name, Edelgard. You will not be able to show true dedication and reverences to my conqueror if you are having such weak manners.” Another smack blasted against her cheek, and Edelgard had to bite her lips in order to prevent a fuckdrunk squeal of lust from exiting her lips. “Your training is proceeding well, however, even now, you clearly lust properly for my conquerors tool, considering your bouncing fuckcheeks.”

It was true, Edelgard slammed her naked bottom against the base, an angry smile on her face as her eyes rolled into the back of her head, wondering when it happened. Maybe it was after the third pint of cum rolling down her throat, maybe it was the constant uptick by Byleth to keep her in a hazy state of arousal, maybe it was now, her womb being battered and assaulted by a almost perfect recreation of the dick she would soon serve. Edelgard realized that serving Bernadetta would be perfect.

It got her closer to Byleth, her one and truest goal out of all of this. It would be foolish to resist anymore, hold onto some type of pride when such bliss in surrender awaited ♥️. The Empire, in comparison, felt so droll, so empty compared to the fullness in her womb, the tight heat and coiling in her stomach, the absolute desire that ran through her 💗. Her crown felt so heavy, but the idea of wearing one  made of blasted ropes of futa nut on her head could only make her bounce even faster~!

“Now, let us be beginning again, how will you be introducing yourself to Bernadetta?” Petra inquired, her only answer to it moans and groans that Edelgard attempted to conceal. The blonde bimbo was able to bring some sense of control over herself as she stumbled an answer.

“Good Morning, Miss Varle-”

SMACK~!

“OOOHHHHH~! I-I mean, good day, Master Varl-”

SMACK SMACK!

“AAHHHHHHH~, p-lease, have mercy, I can’t get it right when your spanking me like a fucking whore ♥️ 💗 💖!” Edelgard whimpered, her voice betraying any attempted show of disappointment and disgust at the action. 

“You can and you will, our Mistress is not as kind as I. Besides, I’m believing that you are enjoying it.” The hitch in Edelgards bounce was all the answer she needed. “Again, your proper introduction.”

“G-good d-day, Mistress Varle-”

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

“GHHHHHHH~~! G-good evening, my wondrous, brutish, master~!”

SMACKSMACKSMACKSMACK!

“Improving, but I expect a better response of genuine dedication, appropriate of such valuable fuckmeat. Let us begin from the top. We still have at least two hours.”

A dopey open mouth grin adorned Edelgards face as she heard Petra. Two more hours of being spanked, being taught how to grovel and whimper like a Enbarr gutter whore, pleading to have the babies of the royalty and the higher class. 

Edelgard swore that she would be squirting if she was blessed to do so 💗 💖!

{Friday} [2:00 p.m]

Bernadetta walked through the grounds of Garreg Mach Monastery, the whispers that came around her like a sweet ambience to her. It was funny in a way, all those years of fearing others' opinions, and wishing for assurances that they would never speak of her and that she could merely hide away. Now? They were speaking of her and she found that she could care not a single bit about it. Having a harem of semen guzzling sluts will do that but even still, she walked with a pep in her step, glad to be able to relax today. Byleth called the class off for today, and her gaggle of girls had been quite “behaved” today, meaning that it was merely kisses and slight gropings throughout the day.

When she reached her door, she noticed that it was already unlocked. She smirked, having long lost the fear of who might be in there and now enjoying the sensation of wondering what was awaiting her. Her cock was already beginning to rise as she turned the knob and when she did, feet stepping into the room, her girn widened as she saw Byleth and Edelgard standing there, the latter's cheeks flushed deep red and staring right at Bernadetta. Byleth was dressed in her slutty getup as usual, but Edelgard was covered in a red robe, her figure concealed and hidden, though it clung to her hips.

“Well, hi, girls~!” Bernadetta sang, looking more to Edelgard, Byleth helping by forcing her more to the front. “Now to what do I own the unexpected visit?” Bernadetta knew that she was just beating around the bush, but she wanted her gift to be presented to her. Evidently, Byleth felt the same way as she looked at Edelgard, eyes casting over her. 

“Mistress, I believe that Edelgard is ready to be presented to you.” Byleth announced with some level of pride, hands wandering across the blonde girls’ shoulders, her shoulders shuddering at every touch. “I think you will find that she is quite ready to be apart of her.” Byleth leaned over and with a peek to her cheeks, whispered to her, “aren’t you, Edelgard?” 

Edelgard wasn’t sure how she was still on two legs. Her womb was in such a state of fire, lewd desire, and desperation, that they closed and she went bowlegged just from the whispering, a chuckle coming from Byleth. Edelgard would say that it was useless to try and keep up appearance at this point, her breaths coming in heavy huffs, but her face singing bliss, eyes full of hearts, and a dopey well-trained bitch face to compliment it as she looked at Bernadetta.

“Yes, I do believe I’m ready.” Thus, Edelgard tossed the robe she was wearing away, and Bernadetta promptly felt her eyes try to leave her head, and her cock tried to bounce from her thighs and rip apart her shorts. The reason was simple:  It appeared that Edelgard took lessons from Hilda on how to seduce a raging pussy obbessed futastud~!

One would try to describe what Edelgard was wearing..except she was wearing nothing. Well, nothing is untrue, but so little that it might as well be it. The only parts of her body that were covered were her nipples, pasties that hung to the hill of her tits, tassles like a street whore coming from her, the curve and shape of her breasts on full display. Her pussy was also covered, a large golden strip laying atop  it, covering it but only doing everything it could to bring attention to the fat meat of her thighs, the handles of her hips and how they were slightly swaying, the fullness of her firm and toned body on display. 

Byleth chuckled as Edelgard displayed herself, an almost manic smile on the former Empress-to-bes’ face. 

“She was so excited to finally show you. I don't know whether because she wants to cum that damn badly, or if it’s because she actually has some desire to serve you.” Byleth analyzed, stepping over to Bernadetta, stroking her growing bulge as she did so. “Edelgard, remember: you have to greet her properly.”

Edelgard grinned, and gave a firm head nod. In an instance, she fell to her knees, forcing her head down at Bernadettas’ feet, hands folded and ass high in her air, assuming the pathetic, pleading stance of a dick obsessed bitch~! Though her face was not able to be seen by Bernadetta, when she began to speak, the purple haired girl could hear the ahegao-esque face that was being given!

“Mistress Bernadetta, please accept this Empresswhore into your harem~! Let my pussy show her devotion to you by allowing you to print her white with your thick, womb clogging, egg raping seed ♥️ 💞 💕! Let Edelgard be your personal pussy girl from here to the end of my days, and provide you an heir so that the Varley name may have claim to the throne of the Adrsian Empire~ 💖 💗 ❤️!  Have mercy on this broken slut and let me cum from having your cock embedded in my pussy, my wondrous CockEmpress~! It’s al I can think about, how it will gouge me, how it will fill me, how it will destroy me, so please, please, I beg of you, let me have your cock, your cum, make me squirt as I break on your dick, my wondrous mistress 💗 ♥️ 💗 💞 💕!”

The response was quick and full: a firm shoe on the back of her head, the feeling of it pressing enough that Edelgard felt her forehead mush against the ground. The knowledge of this action making her pussy drop more of its juices down her uncovered legs.

“Well, you’ve done quite well, Byleth.” Bernadetta said, a firm smack to her ass Byleths’ reward. “Now, I think its’ time to let her have her final reward. Look up at me, Edelgard ~ 🖤!”

When she did, the pressure of the foot removed from her head, her eyes beheld the sight of that glorious shaft and bitch breaking meat once again~ However, now she understood, felt its wonder! The sight of the veins popping around it, the heavy length making all of them traveling up and down a length of pale debaucherous flesh, made Edelgard whimper and shudder with aroused fear. The heavy balls, one that gurgled with the sound of cum preparing to assault her womb, ones the size of her head from how swollen they were, made her gulp with desire. The tip, dripping the essence that Edelgard knew would become her favoirte drink made her smile with submission.

“Been saving up for the last few days, so I expect you to be a good girl and get every. Last. Drop. Out of me. If Byleths’ trained you well enough, I think that you’ll be able to do that, conscious or not.” She turned to Byleth, Edelgard feeling her heart soak, the pounding in her chest raising with the shared stare.

Let me cum, let me cum, let me cum, let me cum, let me cum, let me cum, let me cum, let me cum, LET ME CUM, LET ME CUM, LETMECUM, LETMECUM~, LETMECUM ♥️, LETMECUM 💗, LETMECUM 💖, LETMEEECUMMMMMMM ♥️ 💗 💖!

Bernadetta smiled.

“Give her what she wants.”

[3:30]

‘ CUMMMMMMING♥️ , CUMMMMMING, OOOOOOGHHHHHHOGOGOHHHH~~, PUSSY BREAWKING, CUMMMINNNNG♥️ ,, AHHHHHEEEEEIIIIIEEE~~ OOOOOGGHHHHHOOGG, MY PASSY IS CUMMMINGG, SHE’S BREAKING, COCK, COCKCOCKOCKCOCK~~ ♥️ 💞, CUMMMMMING, I’M CUMMING, I’M CUMMING, CANT STAHP CUMMING~!”

It would not be right to describe the sounds that Edelgard was making as human or sane anymore. They were the sounds of a broken slut as she was being gifted with the elevation into another plane of pleasure as her futadom mommy battered her womb with her futacock. Bernadetta held both of Edelgards’ legs at the ankles, forcing her to her ears, as she slammed her weight down into Edelgards’ inviting cunt, the splashes of squirt juices leaving Edelgard smacking against Bernadetta as she joined them together, repeatedly and powerfully~!

"Fuckkkk~, this shirt is too good, I can't believe pussy like this was here in the Monastery all along💗💕~! No way I'm letting any of these fuckers even think about having you. They should've realized their emperor was a huge size queen slut long beforehand." Bernadetta grunted, her thrusts pounding deeper and deeper with each and every thrust. 

 “ OOOOOOGGGHHH, MISTRESS, MORE, MORE COCK, DESTROY MY PUSSY, EDELGARDS’ PUSSY IS BREAKING AROUND YOUR COCK~ 💗! PUSSY CUMMING, CUMMING, PUSSY CAN’T STOP SQUIRTING, CUMMING, CUM IN ME, FACK ME~~, FACKKK MEEEEE~~!” 

Bernadetta looked over to Byleth, the woman merely enjoying the sight of her once proud student underneath Bernadetta and screaming, all while her own arousal ran down her legs. 

“Hey, I love the screams, but its’ a bit much.” Bernadetta said without disrupting the thrusting, Edelgards’ wail still continuing. “Wanna help shut her up?”

[4:00]

“ MMMMMMMMMMMGGHGHGMG ♥️, SNORT~ , SNORT, SNRKKKKKKKKKK~~! MMMMHMMMHMHM 💗 💖, GHHHMMMAAHHHHHH~~, SNIFFFFF~, SNOOOORRTTTT~~ 💗 ♥️, MMMGHGHGHGGHGH~ 💗 💞!”

Byleths’ solution to the escalation of Edelgards screams as she dribbled and squirted her brians out of her pussy? It was to silent her with her full and pale asscheeks, forcing the Empress to give her an impromptu rimjob. She might’ve felt bad if not for the fact that Edelgard had taken to it like a fish to water, her nose inhaling every scent in her taint that she could gain, and her tongue lapping at her pussy! Byleth grinned as she moaned, chuckling at the utter broken whore intensity that Edelgard was acting with, the sight of her eyes in utter focus and lit up with pink hearts!

Professors pussy 💕, her pussy is finally right in front of me 💖, use Edelgard as your personal seat, and let my tongue lap at your cuntjuices, Byleth~! Edelgards is your peverted Empress rimwhore and I’ll clean your ass while cumming from the scent of your taint, Proffesormommy~ 💗 💖 ♥️!  Edelgards’ thoughts translated into her actions, her tongue coursing over the dripping lips of Byleth, combing with the sound of Bernadetta continuing to fuck her in earnest.

PLAP!PLAP!PLAP!PLAP!PLAP!PLAP!PLAP!PLAP!PLAP!PLAP!PLAP!PLAP!PLAP!PLAP!PLAP!LAP!PLAP!PLAP!PLAP!PLAP!PLAP!PLAP!PLAP!PLAP!PLAP!PLAP!PLAP!PLAP!PLAP!PLAP!PLAP!PLAP!PLAP!PLAP!PLAP!LAP!PLAP!PLAP!PLAP!PLAP!

“Man, Byleth, you’re even better at teaching girls how to be sluts than how to be soldiers.” Bernadetta commented, the feeling of her cock ready to release once again begining to build. “Edelgard is perfect.” 

“Perhaps too perfect.” Byleth announced, her hips bouncing and shaking, Edelgards’ face deep in her cheeks. “It seems Edelgard is getting me too excited.” 

“Oh, is she~?” Bernadetta smirked.

[6:00]

“You better not slack off just because I’m not fucking you, got it?” Bernadetta said, her hips pounding down into Byleth as she laid face down into the mattress, her groans and moans smothered by the fluffy thing, though the grip of her pussy was sending the signals all too well, a grip on that cock that made Bernadetta have to truly piledriver herself in and out~

Meanwhile, Edelgard was relegated to ball shining duty, making sure that any moment that Bernadetta took to settle her cock inside of Byleth, her lips on it, beautiful pink lipstick surrounding each of them. The sound of suckling and brain dead nut slut slurping filled the air with such fervor, one would think that her mind had shut down except for the parts dedicated to be a retarded bimbo slurp pet!

“ SLURP~! SUCCKCKKCKCKKKKCKKKKK ♥️, AHHHHHHH~ SAH MUSKIIEEE, SUCKCKKCKK, SCOOOO, SLURRPPPPPP~~ ♥️ 💕, SA FULLLLLLL~~ 💖 💕, SUCKKKKKK, SLLLURRPPP~~, SUCKKKKKKKKK, MMHHHHHH~ ♥️ 💕 💖!”

 As far as the three in the room were considered, she might as well have been!

[7:30]

“Don’t think you get out of this just because Byleth is exhausted!” Bernadetta commanded, pulling Edelgards head into her lap as she sat on the edge of her bed, forcing every inch of 20 inches down her throat Byleth laid next to her, a river of cum running from her pussy lips, mind barely able to acknowledge the complete ruining of her student . “Get me hard and clean for the finale, you dirty little bimbo fuckbitch!” 

Edelgard head bobbed, attempting to come back, only so that she could make a better attempt at following the very instructions that she was given~! Her tongue lashed and licked at every inch, scrubbed every place that her mouth to get, and huffed in the musk that laid at the end of her cock, inhaling pubes that clung and stuck to her face as her lips extended into a tube of utter dedication.

“ GLUCK~~, GLUCK, GLUCK, GLCUK, GGAHHHHHHHHHAHAAHH~ 💗 ♥️  💖!  MMMMMMGGHGH~, GLUCKGLUCKGLUCKGLUCKGLUCK ♥️~! GLUCKGLUCKGLUCK, SLURRPPPPPPP~~, GLUCKKKKKKK, SLURRPPPP, GLUCKGLUCKGLUCK~ 💗 ♥️ ♥️!”

Bernadetta smirked as she looked down at Edelgard marveling at the destruction of the former Empress, nothing but a broken bitch in front of her, her mind barely able to understand anything but body responding, her orgasm and squirting happening with each thrust down her gullet.

“Now, that’s a good bitch.”

[10:00]

‘ YOU HAVE CAN MY KINGDOM, MY EMPIRE, MY ARMY, EVERYTHING~! LET ME KEEPING CUMMING, CUMMING, CUMMING, CUMMING~~! MY PUSSY HAS SUBMITTED TO THIS COCK AND BECOME THE COCK OF A EMPRESS CONCUBINE ♥️ 💗 💖!  TOO GOOD, COCK IS TOO GOOD, BYLETH AND MY MISTRESS ARE BREAKING MY MIND~!”

That was not exaggeration, as Bernadetta decided to include Byleth once again, this time, making Byleth use one of the toys and large dildo to force her ass open as Bernadetta laid underneath her, watching her bounce her own mind and dignity away, her hands gripping and delivering spanks to her ass in time with Byleths’ slaps with her own hand. 

“ I love it! That’s a good girl, Edelgard! Go on, give up and become my newest harem girl! Forget about the Empire, forget about anything that isn’t my cock, give up and let your people know just how easy it was to take down the Empire~!”

Edelgard accepted without any hesitation. 

“ FORGIVE ME 💔, MY SUBJECTS, FATHER, MY PEOPLE~ ♥️ 💗! MY PLANS, MY DREAMS, THEY’VE BEEN DEFEATED BY THIS COCK, THIS COCK IS MY NEW GOAL, TO PLEASURE IT, TO SERVICE IT WITH MY LOVER, BYLETH ♥️ 💖, TO BECOME A MINDLESS BIMBO AND WHORE FOR IT, THAT IS MY NEW DREAM, MY NEW GOAL, PLEASE HEAR ME AS I CUM AND LOSE TO THIS DICK ♥️ 💗 💕 💞 !”

Bernadetta decided that the wail and scream of submission and the splatters of squirt juices that came after that were the greatest sounds that she had ever heard.

[ 12:00] 

“I don’t think she even knows how to speak anymore.” Bernadetta commented, holding her cock on top of Edelgards’ face. Byleth watched as Bernadetta jerked her cock, fluids of saliva, semen, and spit coating it like an lewd sauce as she used Edelgars’ face as a prop. “Watch: Edelgard, what time is it?”

The fuckmeat that was once called Edelgard looked up at her, violet eyes unfocused but filled with lust and submissive docileness. Her hair was coated, runny with pussyjuices, semen, and sweat, hanging loose and in Bernadettas’ hands. They swam, attempting to lock onto Bernadetta and struggling. Eventually, they came back into focus and upon noting Bernadetta, a giggle that would put most whore tarts in Enbarr to shame came as she lazily smiled.

“ ♥️ 💕 💞 Cock? ♥️ 💕 💖 “

“Yes, we’ll have to get Manuela on that.” Byleth said as Bernadetta continued to use Edelgards face as a prop whilst jerking herself off. “Though all of this makes me think: I think it’s time to use this to our advantage.” 

“What do you mean?”

“Think of it, it’s about time we take this to the person sending all of these girls to us.” Byleth stood, coming to Bernadetta even as she held Edelgard like a disposable toy. “Let’s go fuck the church.” 

Chapter Text

The mirror gleamed back at her a face of serene beauty, watching as she dusted the sleep of the corners of her eyes. Most would not consider a woman of Rheas’ stature might have to suffer any undue things such as the misfortunes of sleeping or aging. However, she, like most, had to sleep at some point, though she noted that the feeling of her bones being as heavy as they had felt for the better part of the last century was beginning to ease. She could feel how her hands gently stroked her hair downwards, eyes closed and a hum in her throat. When she opened them, she was greeted by the green mint of her eyes, a smile adorning her face to match them. The hum in her throat became louder, her good mood pouring into the very melody. Now, what was Rhea so happy about, you might wonder? Why, simple:

Edelgard was not going to be a problem anymore thanks to her wonderful little futa goddess! 

To think that getting rid of Edelgard was as simple as leaving her to the pussy hungry wolf of our monastery! Ah, I almost feel sorry for her, if not quite jealous of her💓. If Rhea were being frank, she had fear of Edelgard. Fighting her? Not much so, one doesn’t stare down the mountain of a man known as Nemesis, fight and stab him to death, the smell of his army in her nose still in her nose, and fear many people. No, Edelgard was nothing, if not, a natural leader of people, and a persuasive one at that. She could scrape away all layers of division, and unite the common and the high brow, the earth and the sky, the muck and the upper crust. That made her dangerous without the anti-crest rhetoric. With it, well, Rhea had to have contingencies.

Still, she wasn’t sure how she could eliminate the girl without some type of miracle. That lanky shadow that she had with her made it impossible to gain any chance to plan for “disappearances.”  Her statue as an Empress-to-be made sickness to close a risk. Death on the battlefield? Her skills made anything but impossible odds a believable end. 

Her losing herself to love and the rampaging dick of a developing she-stud? Much easier to pull off than expected. She was still young and youth and a king or queen letting their loins guide them rather than their mind had laid low many a kingdom. Besides, that wasn't even considering just whom she was sending her to.

Her hair finished, she moved to begin getting dressed, the flush in her cheeks making her look as if she was  a weak-in-the-knees slut, just at the idea of Bernadetta Von Varley. When the first reports of her new "behavior" emerged, Rhea had half a mind to send her back to her father. That was…before she found out how much fun the centuries had robbed from her! She felt her teeth bite into her lips as she imagined just what that girl does to women. 

Why, Bernadetta is quite the Bachelorette, Rhea. Rhea remembered, her cheeks burning from the memory from her conservation with Manuela. In a matter of weeks, she's gone from shy little mouse to the ravenous woman you've heard the stories of! 

It was true, and at this point, Rhea had been allowed to see it first hand. On the first day that she had met the girl, she saw a girl that could be taken by the wind. She could never look people in the eye. Her little lips quivered and shook just from the prospect of speaking to someone. Always doing her best to stay hidden, always her best to avoid attention. Now?

Rhea recounted that she hadn't been able to go two weeks without a sighting or Bernadetta enjoying the fruits of her libido induced labors! At the beginning of last week, she observed as Bernadetta walked with Byleth, almost looking like a pair of young lovers…before Bernadetta forced the older woman against a wall, her hands ripping her top away, and suckling her breasts in the broad daylight! Rhea could still feel the quiver in Byleths' legs as she was brought to orgasm just from Bernadettas' tongue against her nipples!

Not a day passed and Rhea was attempting to rid herself of the image, lest she be confined to her chambers all day to sate this heat in her stomach! She believed that the garden would show some level of compassion to her. Only for the sound of moans and slutty wails to rebound in the greenhouse. When she entered, she was barely able to stand at the doorway before being greeted with the sight of Bernadetta setting Manuelas' legs on her shoulders, her head diving into the older womans' pussy! Rhea stood there with a doe-like expression as she watched Bernadetta rip orgasms from Manuela, each of her wails reaching higher and higher ❤ ️!

The sights of what she had forced Hilda and Lysithea to wear, both their hair in pigtails and in bounding little cheer outfits that covered absolutely nothing of their lower body, the two having their asses smacked as they laid face-down with nose hooks on their faces as Bernadetta ravaged their pussies in brutal womb claiming raging futa thrusts that felt no doubt that two new freshly made whores that been impregnated for the Varley name! The sight of Petra being forced to the ground, her skirt raked high and over her waist and forced into a brutal conquering mating press was enough to send Rhea back to her room, a night of endless fingering and wailing of Bernadettas' name💓💕! Dorothea lathering and slurping her grimy, leathery balls that filled her mouth before her cock was stuffed into her throat to explode her hefty nutbutter down her throat nearly made Rhea cum on the spot💕💗!

Calm, Rhea, calm. Rhea fanned herself, the heat in her pussy coming to a point that the option of going commando underneath that form fitting dress became the only option she had! Her hands patted the dress down, the swell of her hips jutting out from in it. They were made to be used as grips for smaller younger hung shestud to use as they partake of her volutoporous tempting body! Rhea smiled, as she allowed an uncharacteristic chuckle from her lips as she reached for an uncharacteristic item: a roll of lipstick, green much like her hair. She hummed to herself as she slid it over her lips.

Rhea wasn't unaware of her beauty. While it was indeed an outfit that was meant to inspire devotion and be a symbol of their faith, it was also made to show one of the more exclusive benefits of their faith. That was having the abilty and privilege to lay visage upon such a lustful form! Her breasts were so full and motherly, her dress and robes cupping and curving around them, the weight of them on full display and jiggling with each step. She often wondered if including a window so that the meat of her breasts could be seen was  she wondered if she could convince Seteh of. She would always think better of it. After all, she didn't want the services she led to turn into immediate needs for confession booths and for the floor to be coated with another type of life giving liquid! 

However, given her voluptuous, mouth watering form, the likes of which were more from the minds of backed up hung dick brutes than pious members of a religion, she had one thing in absolute spades: her ass! Her mother above, she knew she had it when she was still a younger girl! The sight of it was not at all diminished by the form of her robes. If anything, they made the sight of it all the more enticing, sheer white curving and cascading over two perfect mounds of assmeat, two that she often could feel swaying with every step that she took. Often, she had to adjust any underwear she might put on or forsake them all together as they would be eaten in between the mounds of fat that she called her booty! Her hips swayed across the chair as she applied the lime green color to her lips, the meat of her swelling bitch mounds almost falling over the edges. 

Now, you might be wondering why Rhea was currently dolling herself up like she was going to have a night on the town? Well, the answer was simple: Rhea believed that it was time for her to put a full stop to the charade that Bernadetta was playing. Oh, make no mistake, she was fully accepting of the fact that she was just as infaunted with Bernadetta as any other poor maiden that walked these halls. The sidelong glances that allowed her a peek at the now legendary piece of meat in that skirt, the tales of moans that howled from her room in the night, the musk that she gave off from just walking around, the unbridled smell of an utterly perverted futa monster! No, what Rhea was referencing was the idea that she didn’t need a more steady hand to help her keep her “girls” in place. 

Yes, Rhea understood that Byleth was an apparent “head bitch” in this little harem from rumors and sights she could gather. However, considering that Byleth would routinely be used by Bernadetta as nothing better than a highly combat capable fuck doll that was as good as swallow backed up testicles sludge as she was at beheading a bandit made it hard to believe her authority, or at the very least, made it that a type of free for all in dominance was there. No, in order for such an order to truly provide her with what she needed, a true firm hand that was an equal and able to help her “discipline” the lessers. If those “lessers” involved a princess of another nation, the best fighter this side of Jeralt himself, and the future Empress of the largest nation, who would come to heel under her lengthy slutslits as she forced their faces into their mistress sementanks? Well, that was just serendipity, now, wasn’t it? 

As Rhea finally finished, her lips properly coating, she stood up and observed herself in her mirror, chuckling at good fortune. To have it fall in place that her worst enemy was taken down, the vessel of her mother was firmly in hand, and to have the opportunity to obtain a decent partner after all these years, all in one swoop?! Rhea turned, her smile growing as she twisted to observe her own backside. Only the white dress of her usual outfit was on her, the sight of her ass cradled and molded by the fabric as tantalizing to her as she knew it would to anyone else! Even she could see how the succulent shape of it was practically begging to be smacked and fondled. In a moment of weakness, Rhea couldn’t help herself.

SMACK!

The sound of her hand coming down on her own bottom, the sight of white fabric having to contain an absolute dumptruck amount of ass as it jiggled brought a smile to Rheas’ face. She was perfect. Sliding her feet into the nice little “only adds 4 inches to her height” hills, propping her jiggle cheeks up more, Rhea headed out the door from her personal chambers and began her trek to find her target. 

The sound of her heels, dark blue straps that held her feet to the golden color shoe, echoed throughout the halls as she began to walk. Her trek had her passing by many a student or instructors, and the way that heads turned to follow her made her worry that Manuela would have her hands filled with injuries! Could they be blamed when the picture of undeniable wet dreams was walking past them?! The trance that it put many in was like a siren call, the fabric of her dress, curling and molding around toned thighs, motherly and full breasts, and an absolute mind breaking, pervert teasing curve of an ass was walking past them! It continued as she headed towards the courtyard, all wondering just how the ruler of the Church of Seiros was able to transform herself into a drool inducing beauty! 

That said, Rhea had only one objective: to find Berndetta and her newest conquest. Rhea had heard through the grapevine that the two had recently been seen together over the last few days. She didn’t need to hear another word after that, realizing that now was the perfect moment to strike. What better way to show just how much better than any of the other whores that she called her “lovers” than to be able to take on that which even Edelgard could not felll?! She chuckled to herself, wondering just what she was going to see as she rounded the corners heading to the courtyard.

Would she be humiliating Edelgard by forcing her to be used and sullied by every semi direct cock this side of Enbarr💓💞? Maybe she would force her to wear that ridiculous horned crown that the Emperor wears, the sight of bloated condoms, a wave of heat huffing off them and the sloshing cum inside, hanging from it as Edelgard was forced to declare her true duty as a whore of the house of Varley💗💕! Or maybe it would be worse, grimey and disgusting as Edelgard was coated in cum and grime from days ago, forbidden to cleanse herself of the evidence of her degrading new role❤️💓? Perhaps….

….it was the sight of the two of them sitting upon a quilted cover, fully clothed in their academy uniforms as Bernadetta was raising something to Edelagrds' mouth. Rhea was able to feel her eyes blink as her mind raced to match the image that she had in her head to what she was seeing right now.

"Edie, you told me you enjoy sweets, don't you?" Bernadetta cooed, scooping some type of cream with cherries and chocolate on it to Edelgards mouth. The Adestrian girl's cheeks had a tint of pink, though her eyes narrowed at Bernadetta in annoyance and embarrassment. 

"Must we do this here? Can't we adjourn to your bedroom? My bedroom? Somewhere that doesn't have so many eyes on us." Edelgard spoke, her voice retaining its normal timber, though her words sounded more forced, as if being careful that no one noticed them. "I do not like others seeing us like this."

"That's their loss. I have a beautiful Empress girlfriend and I want to spoil her." Bernadetta cooed, forcing the spoon to Edelgard. "Come on, it's the one you were eyeing all day." Bernadetta let a pout come to her lips, grey eyes almost sparkling as they grew whole looking at her. "Please~?"

Edelgard felt her composure be tried as Bernadetta put on that face. Her own face crunched, the knowledge that Bernadetta was trying to entice her with sweets a blatant act of insubordination against her Empress. …One of which Edelgard found she couldn't continue to fight. With a sigh and a head tilt, she allowed Bernadetta to smooth the substance into her mouth, lips surrounding the tasty thing. A moment of her cheeks moving and her eyes widen and the flush became greater, Bernadetta letting out a giggle at her face.

"See, it's not bad to indulge, now is it?" Bernadetta questioned, eyeing her new girlfriend with such a radiant smile, you would be forgiven for thinking she was too innocent to be the girl that the rumors portrayed as an unstoppable fuckbeast! Apparently, Edelagrd was in agreement, scoffing a bit, turning away as she pouted, fucking pouted, while her cheeks ran red. 

"This is cheating and you know it." Edelgard mumbled, unable to force herself away from a kiss that Bernadetta set on her cheeks. Bernadetta cupped her chin in a finger, Edelgards' eyes meeting her. A upturned grin of apology was on Bernadettas' face, and a sigh exited Edelgards' as she let her space be invaded by her love. "However, I guess your more…inventive ways of things is a good thing." Edelgard compliment, a gloved hand coming to Bernadettas' face. "Perhaps we should adjourn to the cafeteria. I know that you enjoy some things as well. Perhaps I can provide you with some-"

"My dears, how are you on this wonderful day?!" The sound of cheer, piercing enough to peel eardrums, came at the end of that sentence. Bernadetta and Edelgard move their eyes to observe Rhea, walking towards with a smile on her face. That smile, of course, was hiding a world of hellfire stirring in her stomach! What the hells was this she was witnessing?! 

Rhea could be forgiven for expecting to see Edelgard pulled around Garreg Mach like a filthy tramp, cum leaking from her soppy wet used cunt as she was pulled on a leash by Bernadetta. To find her being forced to gurgle, slurp, and inhale the musk of Bernadettas balls till her mind was cracked and blanked from the overload of her slutty senses in the courtyard! Something! Anything! 

Instead, she had to grit her teeth and smile as she walked up to the two, them having risen to their feet. Rhea felt her blood pool right in her temple when Bernadetta settled her hands around Edelgards waist, Edelgard leaning in, playing the part of truly at the hips lovers, as if Rhea didn't know that Edelgard was her personal Empress pussy fucksleeve! "Why, how are you two doing? Well, I hope? I didn't know that the two of you had become so well acquainted!" She knew the hour that Edelgard left Bernadettas' room at night.

"Rhea, it's good to see you up and well this morning." Edelgard bowed to Rhea, the sight making Rhea feel vessel popping. "As to answer your clear inquiry, yes, Bernadetta and I have become…close." Rhea felt like she had to stay her hand as Edelgard had the audacity, the gall to look embarrassed, stroking a strand of platinum blonde hair behind an ear, eyes in the dirt and hand going to Bernadettas' shoulder. 

"Oh~? Well, I guess that's something to celebrate then. To find love so easily. " Rhea remarked, her cool prevailing over irritation. While watching Edelgard being humiliated for her entertainment was a plus, it was not the main idea. Plus, she saw some advantages to all of it. "Though I take it that you and her have been quite…busy together? I mean, you have seen or heard about Bernadettas' more rapt appetites, haven't you?" It was a weakness of Rheas': once she had what she wanted in sight, subtly was overgone for direct attacks.

Edelgard, to her credit, only looked slightly put off by the comment about the rest of Bernadettas harem. Taking a slight step up, Edelgard took more of a front role.

"As I recall, Rhea, it was a problem both of us had. I merely decided that it was more worth actually learning about what Bernadettas' methods than fearmongering. As such, I have deducted that she is not being abusive with such a position, and is actually quite kind and gentle." Edelgard said, adding a small "if we ask her to be" under her breath. Rhea chuckled, having to cover her mouth. "Something humorous?"

"Oh, no. I just find it nice to see a more honest reaction out of you." Rhea commented, her finger waving as she did. "I'm guessing that you'll say things about most of this being your choice, she's a wonderful person, etc, etc?"

"All statements of truth, something that I'm sure the head of the church would be able to understand as important, correct?" Rhea felt her teeth grind behind the curtain of her smile. How dare she act as if she wasn't trying to stop this so that she could secure some schoolgirl crush with Byleth just less than a week ago?! She could only wonder what Bernadetta did to women that prompted this type of defense. Still, she let her chuckle end and her eyes gaze at Bernadetta.

"Well, I guess there can be no arguments made against that." Rhea spoke, Edelgard eyes squinting enough that she could feel her wondering what her plan was. "In fact, I think that maybe you are correct in that summarization. That actually what brings me to why I'm here." Rheas' eyes turned, finally taking in gray ones. How they stayed centered on her, green and gray unyielding, something that Rhea would've never expected of the moppy haired girl. "Bernadetta~." Rhea let herself coo, the heat in her womb returning from earlier. 

"Yes, Lady Rhea?" Bernadetta answered, eyebrows quirked as she spoke. Rhea did not miss how her eyes were shivering, as if she was having to hold them in place, especially as she looked at her. Oh, stronger men than you have tried to be respectful, my little futa goddess and many have failed. Still, Rhea pressed her arms inward, her breasts popping all that bit more. Never hurt to use the most of your advantage while you can.

"Well, as Edelgard said, I realize that we have been unfairly casting accusations on you without cause." Good, play into it. " It was not kind of us, to say the least." Rhea leaned over, her height enough, especially with her heels, that leaning over caused her breasts to be in Bernadettas' face. "Plus, I've heard some things that have left me…interested in how you do things, as unorthodox as they may be." She let the images that swan in her head from walking the Monastery, the sights or Bernadettas' shestud dominance, the faces dripping and slathered in the sweat and grime of her ball sweat, pubes in teeth and across faces! "Perhaps you and I can more properly….discuss it💓?"

The sight of Edelgards eyes flaring open as Rhea made her proposition was almost enough by itself to make this worth it. Rhea knew that Bernadetta would take such an easy addition to her little harem. Her infiltration of this harem was practically guaranteed considering just how much of a brain dead cock driven degenerate she was! The sight of green plump lips, bite-able and the type that would sing her praises as she was pressed against the ground in a furious mind breaking mating press with her legs hanging from her shoulders! Hips had her hands could sink into as she ravaged and slammed into her ass! How could she resist, even Rhea knew that she was a prime piece of fuckable nun assmeat, what hopes did she have to resist? 

Rhea will admit, the fact that Edelgard and Bernadetta held eyes for a moment made some worry come into her heart. The two pairs of eyes scanned each other, steady and unblinking as if Bernadetta was asking for the permission of her newest girl to allow someone that she had, at best, bad blood with. If Rhea wasn’t sure of herself, she would’ve thought she saw…mirth in them? Bernadetta turned back and with a slight smile, nodded her head.

“I would love to come speak with you, Rhea, but me and Edelgard were having a bit of a special day. Maybe tomorrow night? We can have a nice little conservation then.” It took everything in Rhea to not grin like a manic idiot as she nodded.

“That sounds lovely, dear. It’s a date 💗!”

"SSSSPLLURRKKKKKL~~! MMMMPPGGGHHHH💞❤️! GLRK GLRK GLRK GLRK SLURPPPPPPPPPP MMMMGGHHGG GAH GAH GAH GAH~~! GLRK GLRK GLRK GLRK GLRK GLRK! SCHLURP-SHOOLP-SCHUURLLPPPP~~💗💗💕!"

If one were to wonder what that sound was, they probably already knew that it was Bernadetta having her cum sucked out her cock by some perverted cum hungry sow. What one wouldn't expect would be for that sow to be one Edelgard Von Hersleng! She was in a slutty squat that exposed her legging covered ass, her legs open as her mouth and lips lavish Bernadetta behind the wall of one of the dormitories. As she delivered Bernadetta the cock washing of a lifetime by her tongue, she considered what her life had become and the truths she had discovered since becoming a part of this harem.

The less important: how to remain calm in the presence of an all mighty dick, how much sleep she actually needed, and the fact that the goddess she once prayed to was indeed real. The most important: that she, Edelgard, was a massive sadomasochistic woman ruining pervert!  

Edelgard adored watching those other whores in the harem squirm and cry out underneath her love. Watching their filthyperverse cock fucked minds break as Bernadetta sat on their faces and forced them to inhale and embrace the musk that had broken her as well! The joy of watching them drown in boiling  ball cream as it dripped down their faces and forcing them onto Bernadettas' cock, knowing that dirty fuckpigs should only enjoy the musk of their cockmistress rather than taking in air! Part of her thought it was retribution for the week of sexual mind breaking bliss that they forced her to go through, though she didn't much object to its result, if the fact that her eyes crossed as she attempted to suck Bernadettas' cock from her crotch was anything to go by!

"Edelgard, you're amazing, Edelagrd! Suck my fucking cock like you want that to breath my fucking jizz, you Empress whore!💞❤️ !" Bernadetta pleaded, Edelgard smirking in her head. The honest truth was Edelgard liked being used by only two people: Bernadetta and Byleth. When it was those two, Edelgard turned into a puddle of wet submissive fuckmeat that the two could play with. With just Bernadetta? Well, she was still fuckmeat, but she was allowed her own pace, at least. Like now, her deep throat was more her desire to act on the boiling whorish heat in her stomach than an order, though she didn't mind Bernadetta stroking her hair as if she was her personal toy.

"Man, our Rhea plan has you in the mood, didn't it?" And there was the reason for her bout of increased cum drunk libido: knowing just what they planned to do to Rhea! Edelgard hummed with her cock in her mouth, lips popping with spit and saliva as she finally released it from her hungry jaws.

"Well, what do you expect, my love💗❤️? Offering to reward me with my greatest desire, to see that haughty slut brought low?" Edelgard asked, coyly bringing her lips back to the saliva coated pillar of Varley fuckmeat. They were pink, lipstick that Bernadetta loved seeing her in. " 💋! To see her face of calm indifference and arrogant peace turned into moaning fear and broken wails of a weak pussy meeting more than a match for it❤️💗? 💋!To know that my love will be able to have the head of the church on her knees, slurping like a brain dead retarded fuckpig, as she inhales and engulfs every public hair and dried amount of jizz on from your cock💗💞💞❤️? 💋! You think that you can tell me such things, put such images in my mind that I have to excuse myself from class just to finger blast myself so that I don't become a drooling mess of pure wanton desire and bitch ruining lust and not expect a lavishing to be put upon you?! 💋!" Edelgard let her last kiss linger, caressing it right on the head of Bernadettas' dick. Her soliloquy of lust deranged desires was spoken with a calm that was like the sea before a storm, even and eerie. "You deserve a punishment for that~!" Edelgard teased, her hand stroking the cock as it hung over her head, precum dripping in hot splats against her hair.

"Now, how will I do it? Perhaps I will refuse to stop swallowing your wondrous phallus even after your heavy nut sludge drains down my mouth, licking and teasing your slit till it aches to be in my mouth~!" Maybe I'll ride you till your balls are emptied of every impregnating seed you have in you❤️!" Edelgqrd quipped, staring up at Bernadetta. Call it bias, but Bernadetta liked when Edlegard got like this. Edelgard sat to her knees, back arched as her shorts tried to contain her perky bubble butt, the strings of a purple colored thong poking out.

"You make it sound like you have a choice." Bernadetta snarked back, Edelgard chuckling as she continued her lip service. "Besides, you know that we all want Rhea. That's why Byleth is making sure the plan starts tomorrow. It'll take a minute, but we'll get her. When we do, I'll make sure that you have first dibs, kay~?" 

That did it. Edelgard licked her lips, her grip on Bernadettas' cock transferring so that her hands were guiding her hips away from the wall. Bernadetta moved without restraint, allowing Edelgard to set herself against the wall, still in her squatting position. Her hands came to her shorts, right at the seams of the crotch. She pulled and the sound of them ripping caused Bernadetta to smirk.

The purple thong that she had on was being eaten by her pussy lips, pussy juices dripping down to the ground in heavy droplets. Her eyes glow with pink hearts as she made a heart shape right at the mound of her pelvis. They made the crest above her wet lips, the Varley family crest, shimmering and shining, even more beautiful. 

“My love, come to me, and allow me to show my appreciation and devotion to you 💖!"

Hmmm, now what should I wear? I still have that nice little two piece from before Mother was taken from us. Oh, but that wouldn’t be able to fit me, I would spill out of it from the moment that I put it on. Maybe a nice little dress, one that barely comes to the length of my thighs, especially if I wear those nice little stockings that I have. I can imagine her face when she sees how they grip and coil around me ♥️! Oh, that girl will be putty in my hands before the night is out, I just know that she will. Her eyes wandering over my gorgeous, lust inducing figure, the swell of my own breasts as the heat of my own lust drives me to commit sordid acts such as using my thighs, my creamy thick smooth thighs to work her length between them, attempting to churn out her seed, her heavy nun breaking dickbatter as she begins to soil me! Such a tremendous tool would leave my thighs a mess, and my poor innocent lower lips would be stoking, feeling the thick, warm, virtile, powerful, heat coming from it, ready to meet a true equal instead of some easy schoolgirl pussy ♥️️! Oh, but I know the truth, such a beast requires a firm hand, maybe two firm hands to stroke it~! 

"Ummm, l-lady Rhea?" The voice came from behind her as she cleared the pulpit from her daily sermon. Rhea almost bounced, her lewd daydreams of using her thighs as Bernadettas’ cumplatter ripped from her head. The crowd was dispersing, so her shaking of her own shoulders to disperse her thoughts was not as seen as the crowd noise wafted over them. Turning, she saw a young lady, her face covered by her nun habit, although the main thing that Rhea was noticing was the rectangular shape in her hands, hands on both sides of it. It had a red tarp over it, draping over it. “I have a gift for you, it was from the Black Eagles class.”

“Oh, how generous of them!” Rhea smiled, knowing the honest truth. Trying to butter me up so that maybe I’ll be a tad bit nicer to the rest of this harem? A simple and quaint tactic, though it is decent of them. “Well, what did they bring me?” Rhea clapped her hands together, the sound light and joyous as the nun brought it to the head of the pulpit itself. “Umm, dear, while I don’t mind, remember that the pulpit needs to be clean and clear after usage, okay?”

“A-Ah, yes, Lady Rhea. It’s just hard to maneuver.” The way she had to wobble it up to the pulpit was evidence of that. Once it was settled onto the wood, Rhea wasted little time removing the tarp, the sound of the girl gasping. “Oh, those look so absolutely delicious!” The nun was referring to the sight of what appeared to be freshly made breaded treats that were in the casserole dish, all of them  looked to range from croissants to rolls, the smell of cinnamon coating every one of them. However, the thing that was most notable to Rhea and the nun was just how…well, how thick the icing was. The nun picked up one, the thick white sauce enough that it almost slipped from her hand. “Sothis above, the icing is almost too much!”

Rhea had to agree, having to cup one of the treats with both hands, the sight of the white liquid dripping and cascading down the glazed treat. Even when it hit her hands, it felt as though it was thick enough that her thumbs would be lost in the middle of it, an actual effort needed to pull it back out! The smell of it was…really intoxicating, Rheas; mouth watering enough that she had to bite her lips lest some dribble fall. She turned the treat over a few times, seeing how the white substance was almost seeping out of the treat itself, drips of it falling slowly and heavy, cupping into drops like a glue being cut from the main puddle source. Rhea felt that when her nun took a bite, she could take one in solitary. The instant the stuff touched her tongue, her eyes widened. This is delicious ! 

Indeed, the thick icing, like a white jelly that was sticking to her mouth, the cinnamon of the treat covered it. Rhea found that she had to almost chew it to get it to swallow, yet even as her tongue danced and slouched around to contain it, she found the taste delectable. Like a savory and sweet taste, it made her cheeks feel hot and warm, like it was seeping through her body. It was so good, she couldn't reject taking a second.

The nuns' was making a face of bliss as she swallowed it down, a loud gulp in the atrium.

"My word, the students in Black Eagles are quite the little bakers! This is almost school-quality, Lady Rhea!" She said, licking the sauce from her fingers, almost with a fervor. Rhea noticed that with every one she took, the icing felt like it wasn't enough. Every gulp, every blob of it sticking to her teeth, her gums, she would  lick it away with devotion, savoring the taste on her tongue. This…this is so good❤️! So delicious and thick, it's feel like every ounce of it is clinging to my throat and hanging in my throat💕💞! Finally, Rhea realized that the treats were gone, all engulfed by her and the nun. She looked at her fingers, seeing the sauce around them, thick and sloping down. The sight caused a stir deep in her, the lewd thoughts earlier helping the burning in her pussy come about.

Her fingers came to her mouth, slender and yet covered in hot, steamy, creamy, delicious, delectable, sauce~💞! Her mouth coiled around her finger, suckling at the tip. Her tongue ran around her finger, stroking it, settling against the base, which the largest glop of the sauce was, and ran it up it, long and powerful licks that felt her moaning and humming as she did so.

Mmmmmm, just like how I can have Bernadetta! Every ounce, every liter, every gallon , of her own "sauce" down my throat 💞💕! Pumping every one of those brutal veins inches down into my throat pussy, making me gag, throat, break💕 on every single inch like a good little whore till my poor little throat can't-

"What the hell is in these things?", Rhea muttered, suddenly very much realizing  the idea of going back to her room to get herself ready for her "date" tonight was very appealing. She shook her head. N-no, I have other matters to attend to! Plus, she needs to wait for me more than I-I need to wait for her. As Rhea looked at her nun, who was scooping and sliding the sauce that still laid in the dish to her fingers and copying Rhea, eyes closed and her moans modest but audible, Rhea felt her cheeks flair. Maybe just some for the road.

Rhea wiped the sides of her mouth, her obsession with that cream fulfilled for the moment. She attempted to push through flush in her cheeks down, though her eyes couldn't keep the needy excess out of them. She really wanted whatever that cream had been made out of more than she wanted air, small huffs crawling from her mouth as she paced the halls back towards her own humble abode. She grimaced, knowing that she was more than likely being put to a test of sorts.

Those damn detestable whores! They think that using some aphrodisiac is going to be enough to cause me to get on my knees and beg like some simple cock addled bitch?! Who do they think they are, my mother?! "Oh, Rhea, stop trying to be a dom. Dear, look at how desperately you're sucking all of the men here!" Well, screw you, mother! I can and will be a perfect dom! Just because I salivate at the thought of choking on one of the best pieces of cockmeat I've ever seen means nothing💕! Yes, if anything, the fact that they have pushed my libido to the point that I'm practically a walking faucet of perverted cunt juices is a fool errand~! It'll mean more trouble for them when I finally sink my teeth into them 💗❤️!

In Rheas' delusional self-reassurance, her senses still wouldn't fail her. As such, when she took a few steps past Manuelas' office, her nose upturned and her feet stomped into the ground as she halted. "W-what the hell was that smell?!" Rhea exclaimed, head swerving to the door. The memory of hearing Manuela have Bernadetta suck Manuelas soul of her, of Bernadetta laying her claim on a poor defenseless older woman, whos body was built for sinful, backed up nutshooters like Bernadetta, and knowing that it was the beginning of the end for Manuela made Rhea have to clench her knees together. Perhaps, speaking to Manuela will help this…heat.

Her hand knocked to the door and she was shocked with the effort caused the door to swing open. The smell got worse, though Rhea was able to keep herself steady, even if her eyes squinted at the smell. Such an overpowering thing, just what in all of the hells could be causing this?! Rhea noticed the bed and examined it. Her eyes ran over it, noting several “mysterious stains” in the covers, a faint hint of the smell coming from it. “Oh, dear, Manuela, you really need to get this place cleaned, someone might come in here and accuse you for being a nut musk addict!” Rhea chuckled, believing that she was above such sordid and subby like behavior, believing the lineage of her mother and her ancestors made it impossible for her to be anyway need weak enough to-

Sniff

“ UHHHHHOOO ♥️ 💗 💕?!” A groan of surprise hit Rhea as her knees buckled together once again, though this time, the sound of fresh and immediate bitch juices splattered against the floor. Rhea found her body leaning against the bed, one hand gripping into the covers, as her face shifted from confidence into hazy confusion and panic, her teeth gritting. “W-what was that?” The actual impact was her womb had a clear instance of submitting and breaking from just the smell of a giga futas’ smell! She was able to recover, but only enough to keep herself from completely debasing herself in the room. Completely is the operative word, as her hands sat between her clenched knees, as she turned and looked towards what she could only guess was a filthy clothes hamper. 

Her saliva built in her mouth, an uncontrollable swallow happening at the back of it, as she stared it down. Her pussy was already trying to direct her, every second that she stared, the amount that stained her robes and puddled to the floor increased to the point that it was audible! A pink haze within her eyes, as she fell to her knees, her grip on the bed lost. A empty headed, musk drunk iq dropping subby nut bitch smile came over her face. No, no, no, no! This is not what I’m meant to be, I’m not some disgusting nut swallowing dragon whore 💔! Mother was not right to think of me as some subby cum huffing huge assed bratty slut~ 💔! Though she thought this, her fingers laced her lips, caressing them as they opened in a slight gasp. Before she knew it herself, she was crawling to the hamper, the sight of her robes clinging to her PADG booty From side to side it swung, as if a ritual of dedication was due to the altar of ball musk!  As the top opened, the blast of futastink made her womb clench once again, but she almost didn’t even notice that for her prize lay at the top!

The sight of shorts, well worn and stretched, laid atop. The amount of stains and clear usage in them made it at the scent that penetrated and ran through Rheas’ noise was undeniable: it was the smell of absolute exquisite heavy, fermented, virile smenetanks that had been encased in them for hours, if not, days! Rheas’ hand picked them up, and the smell made her moan as it entered her nose. Her tongue was wafting in her mouth, exiting her lips in tentative, pensive actions. However, her breaths were huffing, every decision heavy as she brought them closer! No, stop it, stop it! I won’t let my pussy control my actions, I won’t be such a slut that I lick and snort the undergarments of some futabitchbreaker! I can’t be! Stop it, Stop it, stop bringing closer to your mouth, have some decency for yourself and be a dom and not some eager jizz tanks slurping, brain dead, pig snorting little dragon- 

“ SNNNNNNNNRTTTTT~~! SNNNNOORRTTT, OOOOGGHHHHHHHH, SLURP SLURP SLURP 💗 ♥️ 💔 💔 💗! OOOOGHHHHHH, FUTAAA COCK MUSSKKK ISS SOOOO GOOOODDD~! MORE, MORE! SNNNNNNNOOORTT, SNNNRKKKK ♥️ 💔! SLLLLURRRPPPPP!” Rheas’ mouth found the center, the cease that she knows those wondrous jizzboulders would’ve been resting and shoved her nose right into it! It covered the top half of her face, her tongue waggling free to attempt licking it at the same time. If you could see her eyes, like slits and small, they were of a feral type, desperate to inhale more and more of this scent.  Crossed and filled with utter lust, she eyed the shorts like a dicine gift! When her tongue would reach it, her lips would purse to suck and savor the flavor out of them, as if wondering the taste of her sweat would quench her thrist! 

I-is this her taste? This addictive, bitchbreaking wonderful taste that all of those ignorant little sluts think they can keep me from ♥️? No wonder, no wonder she had so many women on bended knees for this, I would give her the church, give her my people! Parade around just like Lysithea and Hilda, my milky cream ass out so that she can see how it trembles and wishes to be bullied and smacked by its’ true master, its’ true dom! How no woman with an ass like mine can do anything but accept the brutal ass gaping that girls like me are meant to receive 💗 💗? Right, mother, isn’t that what you wanted from me, to accept my place as a filthy subby fat assed whore pussy that needed to simply get on her knees, spread her ass, and accept that she’s made to be a dirty little futa cumhole, just like her mother 💗 ♥️ 💗? Right?!

As Rhea was lost in her daydream, the door opened, the sound of shoes shifting against the ground.

“Manuela, I know that we haven’t done the laundry for some time, but Bernadettas’ stench is starting to-” Rhea ceased the moment that voice made landings to her ears, blood cold as the timber registered in her head. She removed the musk filled wear from her hand, eyes able to see that Edelgard was standing in the doorway, looking down at her. “...Rhea, what are you doing here?” 

What defense did Rhea have? She was in the middle of the floor, knees on the floor as she snorted into the musky disposed shorts of a younger woman. The worst part? She didn’t want to stop. Even now, her hands clutched to the shorts in her hand like it was a lifeline, the flair of her nostrils declaring that she needed to inhale even more wondrous futa cock stench right into her brain so she can fire it in an explosion of slutty and full surrender!

Still, Edelgard was right there, looking at her. Violet eyes staring down at her as they widened enough, her examination coming to the shorts. S-she gonna tell Bernadetta, she'll cancel our date, she won't let me keep the shotts! I-I won't to get to taste her actual cock, slurp and lick her actual balls, I-I can't…I c-can't…

Faced with the possibility of not being able to get the dick that she had worked for, all because her mind couldn't resist Boling and rotting into a smudge of empty headed nut haze, Rhea made a move. Really, the only move she could. She slowly rose from off her knees, aware of the way her robes were sticking to the back of her thighs, the shorts still clutched in hand. Green and Violet met, an eternity of three seconds of silence between them.

"Mine💞💕!"

 Before Edelgard properly knew it, Rhea was running past her, barreling down the hall. A speed that only Seteh knew she possessed, she barreled towards her room, her treasure in hand. I need this, I need to snort this, I have to taste this, I need her musk, her balls, her cock~~! They can't keep me from it, I need it, I need it, I need it💕💞!

"Rhea, what the hell?!" Edelgard called, wondering exactly what was going on. Looking at the woman, however, revealed that a clear trail was behind her. Droplets of clear delicious bitch fluid trailing after her, Edelgard lowering to a knee, gloved hands already touching it as a few passers-by observed the scene. Stretching her fingers, Edelgard let a smirk come, as she looked back to the wandering trail. Oh, tonight is going to be fun 💔!

By the time Rhea slammed the door to her room shut, all pretenses of denying her desires left her. The crown of her church outfit was askew and quickly taken from her head, casted aside as she heaved air from her lungs, her knees weak, and not just from running. Her hand that still clutched the shorts came to her face, and the musk crept into her nostrils once again, her eyes rolling as she brought it to her face again.

T-this is preparation! Yes, preparation for the real thing! My weak, perverted, lecherous body is clearly weak to such..such virile scents💞! I must be prepared, ready for everything that they will throw at me. Therefore, I…I have to snort these shorts like a brain dead alley prostitute!

" SNNNNOOOORTTTT, SNNNNRKKKKK~~! T-THIS IS A NECCESITY TO ENSURE MY SUCESS💞💗! MMHHHHHHHGHHMMM, SNNNORT, TO ENSURE THAT I CAN TAKE EVERYHING THAT LITTLE, EVIL, HORRID, BRUTISH, WOMEN TAKING, EOMB BRAKING MONSTER THINKS SHE CAN DO, SNNNNNNNNNNRKKKK, SNNNNNNIFFFF, OOHHHHHHHGHHH, IT'S SO HEAVY WITH HER BALLSCENT💗💞💕💞!"  Snort and huff Rhea did, able to at least stay upright this time. Her eyes weren't covered, as she held it to her face. Her nostrils flaired, her eyes closed in bliss of having her mind broken and fucked by pure futa stink!

Her mouth extended and began to suckle at the crotch, the taste rippling over her tongue. She was fit to indulge till a knock came at the door. So deep in her tongue bathing to a pair of used shorts, that it wasn't till the knocking was threatening to unhatch the door did she realize. Eyes aflame, she stomped to the door, the handle barely in hand before reaching the door open.

" WHAT?!!" Rhea roared, the man that knocked falling to his back in an instant. He was dressed like any other devotee of the church, but that bought him no quarter at the moment. When he looked up at Rhea, he saw emeralds casting judgment on her, head upturned as her eyes gazed down. "This had better be good."

The man was shaking, and without a word, offered a box to her. Looking down, she remembered that on this day, the tithes of the week were to be given to her personally. Without a word, she took the box, lifting it and sauntering back into her room, hand on the door as one arm carried the box. "I am not to be interrupted again tonight, am I clear?" A quickly shaken head, and a slammed door later, and she was alone again. She set the box done, looking over to and fro, strands of hair falling over her face. The shorts were on her table, and her hand reached, but she shot it back, teeth gritting as she felt the blood vessels in her head run with raging fervor.

NO! I have my pride as the daughter of Sothis. I have my pride as the head of the church. Most of all, I have my pride as a woman! Rhea had to breathe to calm herself, her need growing but her will was meeting it. Once Bernadetta gets here, then we'll see the truth , Rhea thought as she mindlessly opened the box, the motion good to take her mind away. That's when we'll see exactly who has the upper hand, that's when we'll see just who is the actual dom here, that's when- t-that, that… 💔💞

Rhea found her thoughts cease as she looked into the contents of the box. Her eyes twitched as her lips fell open. You see, the box was a donation box that anyone could donate anything into, within reason. As such, it wasn't considered a hard thing to get to or place things in..

…In this case, the things placed in there were a multitude, a grand number of them, squishing and ballooning and floating an unheavenly stench up to Rhea! For in the box were no less than 12 pungent, filled to the brim, swollen used condoms! Each one was about as big as one of Rheas' breasts, the color of the semen that seemed to swim in the condom, an off white that caused the slime to be more noticeable against the lavender color of them! The way that they bounced and wobbled against each other in the box made it feels like even now, the virile tube swimmers were eagerly seeking a new place to call home!

One of Rheas' hands shook as it reached out, and palmed one of them. It was like her hand was going to burn from holding it, the heat radiating from it. However, Rhea no longer cared. The way that the contents of it squirmed, the life giving essence in them sloshing, splattering  against the rubber container that they were in. Rheas' eyes were observing it, staring at it like a bastion to quench her thrist in the desert! Her eyes were filled with pink, pulsating hearts that surrounded her pupils, her tongue hanging just from the latex surface, the knowledge of her perverse actions no longer mattering to her. Her open mouth grin was only matched by the crazed and cumhungry glare in her eyes. "A-A taste isn't bad, right💞💔💕? Just one little taste of such virile dickbatter💗? That should be fine💗, just fine,I won't lose just to the idea of this stuff clogging my pussy and making my womb submit and bash my ovaries in with an assault of angry egg breaking dick missiles! It won't make me slobber and moan like a depraved pig whroe, desperate to fill her nose and mouth with such putrid cock fudge ❤️💔💞💕? It won't, I just know it won't, right~?"

Bernadetta and Edelgard walked to the entrance to Rheas' room, the two in their regular academy outfits. Though, the fact that Bernadetta had her ass squarely down in Edelgard pants, hands smoothing across a thonged ass mightve been noted. Though, Bernadetta could only offer a smile to anyone who decided to observe.

"And you're sure that she looked like she was absolute huffing my shorts when you saw her?", Bernadetta chuckled, as they walked together. Edelgard nodded, eyes closed and face flushed as she felt Bernadetta tease her asshole with her fingers. Edelgard knew Bernadetta loved to be a handsy pervert, wandering on her body and fondling every area she could. At this point, she didn't know who was the bigger one between them: Bernadetta for the action, or her for allowing it to happen.

"Like a sow in heat, my love ❤ ️. Honestly, I think that would've been enough. The little "extra" you decided to give was almost unnecessary." Edelgard chuckled, as they rounded the corner that led to Rheas' chambers. Edelgard remembered how Bernadetta offered to send Rhea a gift of her own "essence" as a way of breaking and testing her. A gaggle of wet, sloppy, throat clogging blowjobs later, and several condoms, and it was sent off. They made it to the door, Bernadetta slowly taking her hand away, a trail of Empress bitch juice following. It was with a smirk that she watched Edelgard took her fingers, coated in lustful pussy and ass juices, and guided them to her own mouth. 

Slurp, slurp, slurp💕❤️ ! Her tongue slobbering and licked at every one of the digits, the hearts in her eyes smaller than the other girls, but no less present. Her tongue circled her fingers, searching for every drop of herself on Bernadettas' fingers. Only then did she take them to the knuckles, throating them for a good moment before coming back. A few head bobs after, and back to the tip, she let them loose, as if it was common for the Empress to service someones fingers like a smegma hungry whore! POP!

" Sothis, you are too much 🖤." Bernadetta commented, leaning into Edelgard, forcing her head to her chest as she gazed up at her. Edelgard continued her act, arms grasping around Bernadetta, legs raised and coiling around her back. "You drive me nuts."

"Do you wish to know why, my love~❤️?" Edelgard cooed, the prize of her actions bumping against her crotch. "You see, it has to do with-"

"MMMMMHHHHHH, SSHHRLLLPPPP, SHOOO GOOOOAADDDD, SHO TAAASTTYYYY, MAWR, MAWR, RHEA NEEDS MOREEEEEE~~💔💞💕!" The howl that came from Rheas' room shocked the two as they separated with a jump. It was enough for them to look. However, what made them curious was the sound of sloppy, bitch sucking that was echoing from inside! " MMMMMGGHHH, SSSSSHHRLPPP, SLLURRPPPPP, CUMMMMM💕💕💞! SHHRLLPPPPP, GGRRLLPPPGRKKKKKKKK~~💞💞💞💞!" The two looked at each other to confirm that sound. It sounded like an animal trying to gulp down a mess of water! Deciding that they could wait no longer, Edelgards' hand found the door and when no resistance came, she pressed it open.

"H-Holy shit…I didn't expect it to do this to her!" 

Bernadetta had every reason to shout that as Edelgard merely watched in stunted silence at the sight in front of them for it wouldn't do it justice to say it was an image conjured by the most degenerate of wet dreams! The floor was littered with a familiar purple, emptied condoms scattering the ground. The off white liquid drained from several, some looked like they had been licked clean! Towards the bed, the sight of a few still having some of the liquid in them, thought not one having more than half in them. However, it only lead to the centerpiece: Rhea.

Or at least, the back of Rhea. Most specifically, and most arousing, the sight of Rheas doughty mountains of pure white, jiggling assflesh as she kneeled down and treated one of the condoms like Bernadettas' ballsack! They were finally bare after being poorly contained by her robes throughout the day, the only evidence of any wear being the absolutely worthless string of white that constituted as a thong splitting her asscheeks! The two were sitting upon her bare feet, her clear back and body bare as she delivered tongue lashes to the codom.

Her hands cupped under the wondrous orb of cum, as her mouth hollowed out as she sucked on it completely! Her eyes were of a broken dickpig, worshiping even the bloated cockcoats that Bernadetta left laying around as wondrous treasures that deserved to be adored! 

"💞💕❤️Yummy~, all of this cum is soo yummy! All of it is mine to play with, swallow, suck and slurp like mommy said I should❤️💗💕! I need it, I need Bernadetta mommy to give me more, more dick juice for Rhea!" It wouldn't be right to call Rhea a respectable woman, much less a living being worth consideration. At this moment, she was nothing more than a cum obsessed fucktoy that was calling for the seed and taste of her new mistress! The type of call that only the most worthless, cock hungry, brainless fuckmeat could produce. One that called for raging cockstuds all around to lay waste to such a perverse and lewd body and lay claim on her body  with ass clapping thrusts! Luckily for her, she had one right in her room💕!

"Well, well, well!" Rhea felt her spine go cold as the sound of Edelgard at the door of her room. "What exactly do I see in front of me? Bernadetta, my love, is that Rhea?" Rhea felt years of stoned face concentration failing her as thar name entered her ears. She slowly, and only with a firm POP!, she released the jiggling cum balling to turn and look at them. Edelgards' smile was almost uncanny on her, the look of pure joy unusual on her! Bernadetta, however, her eyes were lustful, almost angry as huffs of air left her nostrils. She reminded Rhea of a true bear at that moment, ready to charge, as huffs came from her.

"It is, Edelgard💕💗, and look at her, being such a fucking peverted bitch💗!" Bernadetta commented, the sound of her boots sauntering over to Rhea echoing as Edelgard closed the door behind the two of them. Rhea felt like her legs weren't her own, sitting on her knees, her huge ass like a seat that she could lean on. Looking at Bernadetta made Rhea feel so weak, so easy, so..so helpless💗! Enough that instead of a fiery and proud rebuke of such an accusation, her lips wobbled as her flushed cheeks burned, eyes watering and a pout her lips.

"I-I'm not a pervert," said the woman sitting in a puddle of her own bitchjuices cascading down her thighs. Bernadetta smirked, and Rhea felt a shiver running through her as her hands forced the woman to her feet, almost dragging her to do so!  Doing so revealed that as much as her back did, the sight of full gropable fuckmounds bounding in Bernadettas' face! Without a single word more, Bernadetta hands gripped and fondled them, teasing the red buds at their center! "Aaahhh~, s-stop that right n-now~💗💗💓!" 

The aggravated she beast decided that the call to calm herself was to be hastily ignored. Her hands moved to molest and grope, the weight of her breast in her hands stifling! They molded around her hands, as she pressed her face in them, tongue like Iicking and finding purchase along every speck and crook that she could lay her tongue on. Rhea stamped her feet, the sounds leaving her squeals, as Bernadetta took from.her what she wanted.

"Now, now, Rhea, how exactly are you going to claim that?" Bernadetta exclaimed, teasing her nipples with her tongue, Rhea throwing a hand to her mouth to prevent moans from escaping. "A slut with an ass like this, slurping and gouging herself on my cum💓💕? That doesn't sound like a decent woman, now does it? Maybe we need a second opinion." She spoke right behind Rhea. "Edelgard dear, what do you think?"

SMACK!

"OOUGHH💔💔?" Rhea groaned, her body lurching till she was leaning onto Bernadetta herself. The reason? Edelgard coming from behind her and delivering an crest powered smack to her ass that left her reeling. Soon, the other woman of this menage a trois was making her presence known, her body pressed against Rheas' back, her hands taking to fondling and jiggling Rheas' bountiful backside!

"Not a pervert! Such filthy lies from such a fat assed church whore! Look at this fucking flesh of yours." Edelgard caressed her thighs, circling between them and her asscheeks, moans from Rhea becoming harder to restrain, hands sinking to the flesh of both. "Sweet Sothis, I knew my love has a knack for choosing fat assed harlots,  but she was as accurate as even with you💕! Such a perverse form, made to be a breeding tool for a brutish war thug, to grace their bedchambers with wanton sounds of desire and fucking! Well, I, for one, don't intend to let you continue to lie to the people!" Edelgards' hand drove between her legs, fingers caressing at her pussy after diving through the thong. "Come on, you fucking slut, you know exactly who you belong do💕💓!"

"C-ease this~~! I'm-I'm not something subby little fat ass little whore💓💕!" Rhea begrudged, as she was assaulted above and below, hands gripping and fondling at every surface that her mostly naked form provided! Edlegards' fingers skillfully ran through her lower lips, a casual trace of her pussy entrance grinding moans from within. It was tight enough that Edlegard felt a crushing pressure on her fingers, having o expend effort to pull them free! Meanwhile, Bernadetta tongue licked and tasted her neck, slathering against it. Both of their faces looked at her with such perverse glares, teeth bared in lust filled grins as their own cheeks flushed with arousal!

"Oh, don't lie to us, Rhea! Only the most cum drunk toilet of a woman would even consider treating one of my condoms as her favorite treat🖤! Go on, go on and admit that you love this!" Bernadetta teased, her hands aggressively with the teasing of her nipples, moans leaving Rheas mouth, her head upturned and her tongue sticking out as her eyes widened in shock!

"My love, can you believe this?!" Edelgard spoke, her fingers plunging into Rheas' core, finding her buttons with a precision of a women taming stuff in her own right! "The tightness, the feeling of wet juices on my fingers💕🖤! This bitch is already going to cum for us! Is that what you want, Rhea?! You want to cun your brains out like a brain dead slut?! You wish to show my love the true weakness that lay at the center of your soul🖤💕💓?! I want to see it, I want to see you break and realize just what you are, Rhea! SHOW ME, CUM, CUM LIKE A FAT ASSED, DUMB COCKPIG, AND SHOW MY LOVE WHAT HER COCK HAS WON HER💞❤️🖤!"

The plunging into her core. The feeling of her breasts being plundered and tortured. The realization that all pretenses were gone, that pretending that she was anything, anything more than a woman to be molded to the desires of these two aggressive, powerful beasts of utter lust! Rhea had no choice, no choice other than to listen and fulfill Edelgards' request.

" I'M CUMMMMMINGGG~~💓💕💓❤️💔💔!" The wail of surrender sounding from Rhea was only overcome by the sound of her pussy acting in stereo with her legs. Her legs dropped into a bow legged stance, her legs flying open as her head flew up and her cries flew into the ceiling.  With a pull of her fingers from deep within her, Edelgard felt the slick juices of her pussy increase as she acted as the unscrewing of a cork on a bottle, the flood of squirting juices flying from her. Bernadetta whistled at the sight as Rhea continued, Edelgard enjoying the sight of her truly breaking apart as the once proud woman fell to her knees, looking like a poor defenseless girl in the presence of pure degenerates!

"Now that's what I like to see." Edelgard said, sinking to her knees right beside Rhea, smirking as she brought her eyes to her, cupping her chin. "You know, my love, I never answered your question, or told you why I get like this. Why women like me and Rhea get like this." Rhea whimpered, practically a puppet on strings at this point. "It's all because of this." With a quick deftness, she brought Bernadettas shorts down.

PLAP!

" H-how💔? How can it actually be like that?" Rhea exclaimed, as the sight of 20 inches of fem cockmeat slapped onto her face!  The rumors didnt do it justice! The head was large enough to feel like her jaw was hurting just looking at it! Pink and bulbous, the extending shaft was covered in veins and leading to her grapefruit like testicles, the musk returning once again.  In an instance, her vision was blocked and the scent filled her nose again. " Snoort💔💓❤️, ohhhh, it's smells so good!" How did she ever think she would be able to win against a prime example of girl destroying cockflesh?!

"I know, Rhea. It's what powerful women need, Rhea. More importantly, haughty brats that forget their place💕!" Edelgard said as she came back to her feet, placing Rhea away from the cock, bending her over the desk in her room. Her hands spread and knead the dough of Rheas ass as she presented her like a gift to Bernadetta, the sight of her green lime panties being eaten by her ass. "And I have just the way to ensure that you understand that🖤💞!"

The main chapel was haunting and intimidating in the day, even at midday with crowds rushing in!  Even with the lit candles that added a type of ambience to the site, it was a type of bone sinking feeling of being small. Rhea felt that as she stood at that altar as she had done many times. Not as a preacher this time, but as a convert. The basin that was used for conversions and such events was in front of the trio, but that distracted no one.  Her flushed and heaving face looked over the small crowd of people who had gathered, flushed faces and gaped mouths at the sight in front of them, as they sat in the pews, watching, watching her become ready to, t-to become such a debaucherous woman! 

Rhea stood there, somehow worse  than the panties only outfit she had on earlier! At least she could claim some level of natural undress on that. This was nothing short of purposefully lewd actions taken to wear this, the uniform of a broken dickslut!

To put it simply, it was like a bodysuit of dark green fishnets.  The only part that could be claimed to be decent was the nuns’ habit on her head, a dark green that was cascading down her head, matching the bodysuit. As such, it curved and gripped to every part of her body, her hips and fat ass brought to a high point of interest as the strands of the fishnets bisected and sloped over the swells of her breast and ass! It exposed that her stomach was not completely flat, instead having some meat that pressed against the fabric, the shuffling of her body causing the sound of it rubbing together. The feet and hands were free from the extended sleeves on their arms and legs, allowing all to see the beautiful coloring of her nails. 

Likewise, her nipples and pussy were also free, exposed by heart shaped cutouts on each part. Pink buds glistening with sweat as it dripped down her breasts, pussy glistening as she stood in front of the small group, judgment of a lecherous kind being casted on her. Beside her lipstick and nails, the only other decoration upon her was a bead of gold around her head, a large heart in the center, the dick shaped tassels hanging from its edges. A table stood at the side of them, Edelgard the nearest to it, a tarp draped over it. She and Bernadetta stood on either side of her. Both were mostly clothed, though instead of a skirt or shorts, Berandetta was wearing a tight towel, the crowd pointing as the imprint of something was pushing against it.  A whisper from Edelgard,  and a crooked, embarrassed smile came on Rheas’ face as she went into a bow-legged stance, her thighs open, and her hands behind her head, as she squatted in front of everyone. 

“Welcome, everyone 💗! Thank you for coming to this whores’ baptism! Rhea will be taking this opportunity to pledge herself to her f-futa goddess wondrous cock that was made to rape and gape my slutty holes~! S-she and Edelgard said that I’m not allowed to have her dick yet till I show my devotion for her smelly fat nuttanks, so I’ll be performing several actions to prove my devotion 💖! The first was dressing like a church whore desperate to show everyone some of her perverse actions! Even now, you can see how my pussy is dripping from knowing that you all are watching me debase this temple with my slutty performance~!” Rhea sang, her heart not having the ability to look anywhere near upset, a squeal as she began to thrust her hips forward, the juice of her pussy flying into the crowd! “N-now, now, my goddess will bless me with my tests of pure devotion~!”

Edelgard decided that it was time to be apart of the ceremony, taking up that same air that she would take when leading her class into battle under the banner of the Black Eagles. She turned to the table that stood the side, her walk as if she was having to constrict her movements, if the smile attempting to break past her lips were any indication.

“As I’m sure many of you know, the tradition of becoming a new convert to the Sothis religion is to taste the essence of Sothis, represented by the wine that it meant to be the blood that she was forced to shed in the death granted to her by the Nemesis.” Edelgard smirked, as her hands clasped to the tarp. “However, as this is not Sothis, we’ve decided to use a substitute that was much more..fitting♥️!” 

When the tarp flew away, Rhea felt her eyes go into pinpricks as her nose picked up the scent and the gasp of the crowd only made her mouth water at the knowledge of what was awaiting her. You see, it was a chalice, golden and beautiful, a cup that was saved for events such as baptisms that would welcome a new member into the church and was said to be from the very beginning of the church. So when Edelgard brought the cup to Rhea, the woman falling to her knees as she accepted the thing with reverence,  and she was able to see that it was overflowing with a bubbling, hot, steaming, amount of Bernadetta nutbatter, she had to examine it that it was real. 

“In the glory of our goddess, please, drink!”

Rhea didn’t hesitate.

“ GLURRRK, GLLLUPPPP, GLLLURPPP ♥️! GULK GULK GULK, GAHHHH, GLLLUPPPPP~ 💖!” The sound of Rhea chugging the entirety of the contents in the chalice resounded in the middle of the chapel made every ear stand on end, every dick twitch in heretical desire, and every pussy drip with jealousy from the sight of that load! The way that it chugged down her throat in heavy bulges and gulps stunned all, as their church leader gave her dignity away to be a literal cum chugging bimbo! Rhea could feel all eyes on her as she felt every glob, heavy and thick as jelly, falling through her maw!

They can see me, they can see me 💔! Oh, mother, you were right, your poor little girl is a slutty little nut huffing retarded slut whore! One night of being teased by two she beasts and I was willing to be a disgrace to our name just for the chance to chug some ballfudge like it was my last meal~! Forgive me, forgive me, mother! Forgive your daughter for being such a whore, forgive her for being a dirty little cumslut, and forgive me fro cumming from drinking this wondrous ball sludge as it goes through my throat  💔 💔 ♥️!

 “ MMMMGGHGHHHPPPPHHHHHHHHHHH~! BLRPPP, BLRPPP, BRLPPPPP ♥️! GULPPPP, BLLLRPPP, MPPPPPPHAAAAHHHH 💔 💗 ♥️!” The sound of Rhea choking as her pussy squirted against the floor flooded the room, trails of the off yellow liquid running down her chin. Her body shivered as she kept the chalice to her throat. When she did let it fall, her face was a mess! A line of pure mind breaking semen filed around her upper lip. Rivers of cum ran down the side of her face as she realized that her treat was finished. All of this before her cheeks puffed as she felt leftover cum run down her nose. “ BBBBBURPPPPPPPPP!”

Any of the crowd that might’ve hoped that was the end felt their hopes dashed as Rhea propped herself up, Edelgards’ hands coming to help her up. As she did, the basin that was at the head of the group was what she was propped against. Much like the night before, Edelgard spread her cheeks, though with no panties, the sight of her pussy and asshole, both ready to be assaulted by the ravaged by the meat of Bernadettas' wondrous cockshaft. 

"Now, while the drink is the main symbol," Edlegard exclaimed, the shrill in her voice heightened as her smile became a bit too wide and her eyes a bit too beady, "let's not stand on ceremony❤️💞!" Her hand reached to the basin, the lid handle in her hand. "A baptism would be wondrous as well, don't you all agree~💗?!"

The lid went up and Rhea lost her mind from the sight of a literal bowl of semen in front of her! It was deep enough that Rhea knew that when, not if, her head went in there, she would be submerged! How had Bernadetta cum this much and still be standing?! She was close enough that her tongue lapped from her mouth and was near the surface, her delicious cream nearly at hand! Edelgard came around to her face, forcing Rhea to stare into hers'. Her smile was almost wide enough to burst through her cheeks, blush over her nose and eyes excited. "Now, you fucking sow, if you want your mind to break, if you want to become a dirty fucksow, if you truly want to become my loves' lowest fuckdoll, beg~. Beg like every live that you snuffed out has begged and show these people exactly what you are💗💕💕💞!"

Rhea considered it for a moment. Beg. Beg like a broken bitch in the streets for cum. Beg like a mind fucked little tweking nun slut ready to be fucked and broken on this wondrous dick!💞! Twerk her ass in order to show just how much of a subby little dicksleeve that would clap her asscheeks together just for the chance to be fucked by such a wondrous cock💗💕💞! Force her face into the pool of pubes and thick brothing cum that was meant to wash away her sins of pretending to be anything but the dirty cumsock that she was❤️❤️💞! All she had to do was beg, beg, beg, beg, beg~, beg~💞, beg~💗💞❤️!

CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP

Thar glorious sound was the sound of Rhea beginning to twerk her fat ass back at Bernadetta! Her lips pouted as she attempted to ingest the large basin of babybatter in front of her, her mind fried and driving off instinct, her bodily needs for a true alpha cock to take her causing her booty to shake, pale moons mashing together and wobbling apart! Edelgard only added with timely smacks to her ass, all while Rhea begged without a thought in her head other than more cock!

"Heeheehehe~, Goddess💞💗! Rhea was a dirty woman, a dirty bitch who didn't know her place and thar fat assed nuns were made to be cock holders for young futa studs💗💞~. Please, have mercy on Rhea and smash into her tweking ass and cleanse me, cleanse me and make in me a new woman! A ball slurping, disgusting cum hag that can't resist your dick, my Goddess!"

Bernadetta felt her cock throb, enough that the tow was hanging from the growing erection, like hanging from a handle. Bernadetta removed it, the sound of gasps at her intimidating pillar causing her blood to flow. How many times had she heard words like Rheas'? How many times has she reduced speaker of said words to a blabbering mess of cum-stuffed meat? How many times had Bernadetta enjoyed breaking beautiful women? All she knew is that she wanted this one. With that, Bernadetta could only respond one way.

SCHHHHHUUUURLLLLPPPPP

PLAPPLAPLPAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAP

With both of her hands gripping to the handles of her hips, Bernadetta slammed herself forward, the sound of her heavy, fat, moist with sweat balls slapping against Rhea making the crowd jump from the impact! Bernadetta almost felt her eyes roll back, this pussy was better than even Byleths' or Edelgards! Still, she had a bitch to fuck and fuck her, she would! With a grunt and a growl, her hips pumped, the sound of her cum wallowing in her balls as it slapped against Rheas' cunt with every thrust. Rhea was more than sure to assure her of her fucking prowess!

" COOOOOCCKKK, GLORRRRIOUSS COCCCKKKK, OOGGGGAHHHHH, ITS EVEN BETTER THAN MY DREAMS💞💗❤️💗!" Rheas original orgasm was well extended into the next with the plopping thrusts that Bernadetta laid into her! Squirting juices pounded against the ground in fat splatters of raining broken slut as Bernadettas conquered her! A battle for the Church of Seiros, decided in one firm thrust, and Bernadetta, the emerging victor, was claiming her prize, the womb of one Rhea!

" YES, YES, YES, THANK YOU, MY GODDESS💗💞! THANK YOU FOR BLESSING MY DIRTY CUNT WITH YOUR HOLY COCK! MY UNWORTHY WOMB NEEDS THIS COCK, ITS THE ONLY COCK FOR A BITCH LIKE ME! HARDER, HARDER, MORE, MOREEEE~! MORE GODDESS COCK FOR MY JUICY DRAGON SLUT PUSSY💞💗💕! B-BREED ME, USE MY JIZZ HOLE LIKE A PLACE TO BIRTH A NEW VARLEY LINE, MY DICK GODDESS💕💖💗💗💓❤️!" Rhea screeched her prayer, not caring that she just revealed a nearly Millenia old secret, only that this dick would be a part of her life for double that time! 

"By Sothis, what is it with older bitches and wailing like slutty banshee when I fuck them~?" Bernadetta wondered, huffing as she plunging her cock, hitting the entrance to her womb, ripping a wail from Rhea as she tighten around her once again! "Ggghhh…fucking disgraceful bitch, pretending to be some holy women when you're just filthy whore dicksleeve~! Still, I think I have a place for you, swallowing my nit and licking my other girls clean and using your pussy as a personal cockwarmer as I sleep❤️🖤! I think you have one last thing to do though." Bernadetta transferred her eyes to Edelgard, a smile in them. "Edie~?"

Edelgard, who had been watching the events with eager delight, pants wetting just at the sight in front of her, felt her heart soar as she took Rheas head and grabbed the emerald locks as Rheas' lips gapped in endless screams! Casting a hand to the crowd, making a spectacle of her next actions, she spoke to them.

"Now, in the name of Sothis, in the name of the Church, and, of course, in the name of my love" Edelgards smile could scream a bear at that moment, "be cleansed, Rhea!🖤❤️💓!" 

*SPPPPPPLLLATTTTTTTTTTT*

" BBBBLRRRHGGHGGGHHHH~~💓💖❤️, BLURRRGGGGGGG, BBBLLUUBBBB💓💓, GGGGLLURRRGGGGGG!" 

Edlegards' hands couldn't push Rheas head down fast enough and dunked her down into the basin of futa nutbatter! Her hands, ungloved and coated with juices and nut, ruffled her head as she was forced to choke on the thick sludge as Bernadetta continued her unyielding assault on Rheas womb! Her stomach bulged and extended with each thrust, the head of her cock almost taking shape in Rheas' stomach as she forced their woman to be humped harder into the cumstew.

"Look at her, look at the fucking bitch❤️!" Edelgard remarked, the sight of Rheas hands clutching the basin as she felt her world  beginning to grow fuzzy and the words to become muffled above her. "Only down in there for three minutes and already fainting? Do you think you can be anything resembling a good bitch if you can't handle this?" Edelgard pressed her hands as hard as possible, bubbles popping from the air Rhea tried to regain. " Drown, drown in my loves' thick baby making nut cream❤️! Become a brain fried jizz swallowing fuckdumpster! ACCEPT BEING MY LOVES' NASTIEST, FILTHIEST, RETARDED NUT SWALLOWING FUCKBITCH! CUM, RHEA! CUM AND RENONUNCNE YOUR DIGNITY AS A WOMAN🖤💖❤️!"

Such a command uttered toward the head of the church would be grounds for execution on most days. When said woman was in a vat of cum, gurgling and sloshing about in it? The words rang far too true to deny! So true, that Rhea, at the end of her sanity, at the end of her breath, at the edges of her mind, had only one thought in them.

DICK, DIIICKKKKK, PLEASE DROWN ME, GODDESSMOMMY~! CHOKE ME, RAPE ME, BREAK ME WHILE I DROWN IN YOUR DELICIOUS DICKSLUDGE❤️💖! GAG ME, DROWN ME, FRY MY BRAIN WITH EVERY GLOB AND POUND OF CUM THAT YOU FORCE IN MY MOUTH, IN MY ASS, IN MY PUSSY💖❤️💗! FUCK ME, FUCK ME WHILE I CUM LIKE A BROKEN PUSSY FUCKDOLL! I'M CUMMING, I'M CUMMING, I'M CUMMING WHILE BEING HUMILIATED IN FRONT OF ALL OF MY CHURCH, DESTROY ME, MY GODDESS💗💕💖💓💞❤️!

Rheas’ body, though her face was down in the pot of jizz, was more than able to express just how devastating the orgasm that spread through her body at that moment was. Her body shook, every inch of her body in step with the feeling of her stomach uncoiling and letting loose! One final stream of squirt came from her pussy, splashing against Bernadetta as she continued ro ram against her! However, with that final shake, her arms went slack, falling as her head stayed in the pot, Edelgard glad to make sure that she was able to enjoy the taste of her new Goddess and become intimate with it.

However, for Bernadetta, at the same moments, the feeling of Rhea orgasming meant that a tightness, the pussy of a powerful dragon bitch releasing her eggs, ready for them to be pillaged and gang pummeled by the fast approaching army that was Bernadettas’ semen! Her nostrils flared as her body felt her balls begin to shiver, the feeling of her cock expanding even more, filling Rhea, her veins stretching against the walls of her pussy. Bernadetta felt her eyes widen open, feeling the power of her crest flowing as it shone in her eyes. 

“ FUCK, FINALLY 🖤! HERE IT COMES, HERE IT COMES, RHEA! TAKE MY COCK, TAKE MY LOAD IN YOUR FUCKING CUNT! GET PREGNANT AND TAKE MY LOAD! I’LL BE A BETTER FATHER THAN MY DAD EVER WAS 💗 ♥️ 🖤!” 

*SPURLTSPULRTSPLURTSPLURTSPLURTSPLURTSPLURTSPLURTSPLURTSPLURTSPLURTSPLRUT*

The sound of Bernadetta finally releasing herself inside of Rhea was one that was worthy of the toppling of, what in its own right, a kingdom all onto itself! The cum that she let loose in Rhea was enough that her stomach began to bulge from the amount being pressed deep into her womb. The angry spurts that left the slit in her cock splatter against the back of her womb! Every spurt that she let out made every vein on her cock pulsate and throb as semen pumped out her cock. 

However, the thickness, the volume, the amount was too much for her pussy and walls to contain. As such, the splattering sound of her thick cum blowing out her pussy, exploding from her pussy, and gathering in a few spots beneath them. When she pulled out of her, allowing her cum to run freely, and without issue, the spots became a full on puddle beneath them,  the thing catching and pooling against Rheas’ feet. With a sound of pleasure and relief, Bernadetta fell onto Rheas’ back, breathing heavily. Edelgard, who now was openly pleasuring herself, examined Rhea. 

“Is she dead?” Edelgard said, her hand moving her head back and forth in the semen pot. A lone bubble popped to the top. “Ah, good to know. My love has only cum once. I expect you to keep the performance up, Rhea~. She is a demanding woman 💗!”

As the sun set on Garreg Mach, Bernadetta stood and gazed into the wondrous sun, twilight blooming over the horizon. The scenery was…different in a way. All the colors felt like they reached her eyes more clearly, dark and light swirling together. It had been so long since she just watched one. They stood on a balcony that overlooked the Monastery, the shadows of the evening casting with the lowering sun.

Edelgard snuggled into her, their heads meeting together. Edelgard allowed her lips to give a chaste kiss to  her head, swinging back to enjoy the view. 

"The view is beautiful, isn't it?" Edelgard questioned, staring out to the sunset. She swept to look at Bernadetta face, content and full. "To think you stand here now, at the top of the Church, even." Edelgard let out a disgruntled hmmph, lip curving down., "Your father would probably still find flaw with it."

"Let's not speak of him at this moment." Bernadetta felt nothing as she considered him, her new plot, her girls, and her life. "Right now, I wish to merely think of us, and watch the sun set below the-"

"SNNNNNORTTTTT~! OINK, OINK, OINK❤️💞💓! SNNNNNRTTTTT, HHHAGGGGHHHHH~~💓💞!"

Bernadetta looked down at Rhea, her nose deep in her balls and snorting like a wild beast! It made her hefty cockpilaat rest on her face, her eyes crossing as she attempted to focus on it! She was squat, naked and sweating, her left asscheek encompassing the freshly made Crest of Indech on it. Bernadetta looked down, disappointingly as if watching a pet disobey her orders. She looked back at Edelgard, a smug smile on her face.

"I told you, she would be trouble to deal with." Edelgard commented, another kiss, this time to Bernadettas' cheek. "Looks like she needs more lessons, don't you agree?"

Even though Bernadetta released a sigh of frustration, her cock expanded, making Rhea suck even harder.

"I gues so." Bernadetta grunted, as she grabbed a handful of Rheas' hair, pulling her from her heavy sack. "Now, let's make sure all of Garreg Mach can hear you, kay, sweetie💞🖤~?"

As howls echoed throughout the Monastery, the sound of plopping following them, Bernadetta had only one thought:

My life is fucking great.