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Marianne slipped on her cross-stitch, pricking her index finger. She gave a small “Oh,” seeing a tiny red dot swell on its tip. Gently grabbing her hand, Byleth brought her finger to his mouth, sucking on the digit for a long second.
“P-Professor!” she blurted out, her face flushing red. They were still in public! True, her relationship with the Professor was no secret, but she still felt a little embarrassed by any public displays of affection with him. It was all she could take just to have his head in her lap while they laid out in the courtyard.
“Just treating your wound,” he teased.
Marianne gave him a stare. She pointed her spit-coated finger in the air, a tiny wisp of White Magic mending the minute injury without fuss.
“I like my method better,” Byleth pouted, returning to his nap on Marianne’s thighs.
She put a finger to her lips in thought before giggling, “Should I start wearing garlic?”
Byleth’s brows furrowed for a second before he opened a side-eye and grins. The Professor reached up two hooked fingers, imitating fangs biting at her neck. After a few “bites” she gently bopped him on the head with her wooden cross-stitch frame.
“I see you’ve been spending more time with Mercedes.” If there was anyone Marianne was going to pick up making references to vampires from, it was going to be Mercedes and her obsession with ghosts and story monsters.
“Yes, she’s a very nice girl. I like her ghost stories.”
“They don’t scare you?” Byleth said with a sly grin.
“Of course not!” She bridled in faux indignation. “Scary stories are only scary at night, and,” she paused, lowering her voice a bit even though there was no one around, “you know…”
“Ah, so they’re not scary because you’ll escape while Dracula chomps on me?”
“Yes, that’s the man’s job.”
“Hmm…” The Professor rubbed his chin thoughtfully. “Seems like a pretty bad deal. What do I get out of this?”
Marianne leaned down, using her cross-stitch to offer them a small window of privacy.
“There’s always the chance you don’t get chomped by Dracula, and you protect your lady. Surely such a hero would be rewarded.” She planted a soft kiss on Byleth’s lips before returning to her sewing, her face a little hotter.
Byleth smiled, something he found himself doing with greater frequency. Every day he saw Marianne open up a little more. The idea she would be reading about Yetis and Poltergeists with Mercedes, or kissing him in the courtyard would have seemed unbelievable not too long ago.
“Marianne, Marianne!” Hilda waved to get her attention from across the quad, skipping to the tree the two of them were sitting under.
“I hope I didn’t interrupt your nap, Byleth,” she said as she sat down perpendicular to swordmaster, plopping her legs over his stomach. Hilda was the only other student who called him by his name rather than ‘Professor’. Not that they had been students for several years, but old habits die hard.
“My day could only be brightened by your inclusion, Miss Valentine.”
“I’m sorry to hear that, I don’t think I could deal with this sun getting any brighter or hotter.” Hilda dramatically flopped back onto the ground, rolling her sleeves up. She had a point - it was the height of summer and blazing hot out. Only a cool breeze made the outside bearable. “And yet Marianne is wearing a dress to her shins.”
“You forget Marianne is an icicle,” Byleth said, earning himself another bop on the head.
The Bishop blushed, “I am not!”
“Sorry Marianne,” Hilda said, “but your feet are absolutely blocks of ice in bed.”
“W-well at least I don’t snore!”
Byleth laughs, “Maybe, but that’s your problem, not ours.”
“This isn’t fair. Two versus one isn’t fair! Hilda, I want you on my team,” Marianne said, leaning to grab Hilda’s outstretched hand, before returning to sewing.
“Of course, Marianne, I’ll be on your team.”
Byleth sat up, “Hey wait, now it’s still two versus one!”
“That’s your problem, not ours, Snorey,” Hilda says, sticking her tongue out.
“Hilda ate your last blueberry scone last week.”
Hilda gasped, her eyes narrowing. “Traitor. Die.”
“It’s okay Hilda, I was going to share it with you anyway.”
The pink-haired Lady wrapped her arms around Marianne, shaking her in a hug. “I don’t deserve you, Marianne.”
“H-Hilda, please! I’ll p-prick myself again!”
Hilda and Marianne sat against the courtyard tree as the day grew long. Byleth had to leave for his class earlier leaving the two Golden Deer alumni to enjoy the rest of the afternoon by themselves. Marianne finished her cross stitch before the light started to fade, setting it aside after admiring it a little. Satisfied, she turned her attention to the sleeping girl in her lap.
“You’re so cute,” Marianne whispered, gently patting Hilda’s head. It hadn’t taken long for Hilda to take Byleth’s place napping on her. Her cool lap was too great a temptation for Hilda to resist. She continues stroking her soft pink hair, quietly humming a hymn to herself.
Hilda stirred, taking a deep breath in. She cracked her eyes open, seeing her girlfriend’s smiling face humming above her.
“I don’t even remember falling asleep. Oh no, was I snoring Marianne?”
The cyan-haired girl giggles, “No, Hilda. You were a perfect angel asleep in my lap. I’m sorry if I woke you.”
Hilda rose to her feet, stretching herself awake. “No, it was time to wake up. Have you finished your embroidery?”
“Y-Yes.”
“Well, let me see! Oh Marianne, is that Dorte?”
Marianne blushed, nodding. Hilda admired the gallant pose the warhorse posed against a field of bright crimson flowers.
The two brushed the grass and dirt off each other and began walking back to their shared room. As they walked past one of the dining hall windows, Hilda heard a burly voice say, “This tea is old and cold, here,” before the pot of said cold tea splashed the two of them, soaking their clothes in sweet-smelling brown water. With the half-second of warning she had, Hilda managed to stop her girlfriend’s embroidery from any damage, but Marianne’s top that Hilda was not tall enough to block was soaked.
“Raphael!!” Hilda shouted, stomping her feet, but the brawler had already closed the window and returned to the kitchen. “I’m going to go give him a piece of my mind if he thi-”
Marianne cut her short as she grabbed her shoulder. She was looking down at the ground, and whispered in a low voice, “Hilda, I would very much like for us to change.”
Hilda spun around to see that Marianne’s undergarments were beginning to show through her wet dress. She looked down and saw she was facing a similar issue as Marianne’s face started to match the flowers she spent the afternoon stitching. Shooting one last glance at the window towards Raphael, Hilda turned and the two briskly walked back to their dorm to take a bath.
The two entered the shared bath for the professors of the Officer’s Academy. One of the many perks of dating Byleth was his access to the large hot water baths. It was still early in the evening, so they had the outfit to themselves. Marianne had grabbed towels and Hilda had brought pajamas from Byleth’s room. Hilda was sure to lock the door behind her; There were two other baths for the teachers, so no need for them to be interrupted.
Eager to be rid of her wet and sticky clothes, Hilda asks, “Marianne, can you help me out of my dress?”
Marianne finished turning the several spigots to fill the large bath, turning back to Hilda. She lifted her arms over her head, giving her outfit a little shake. Marianne obliged, first undoing the large leather belt around Hilda’s waist. It fell to the warm stone floor with a clatter. Putting one knee to the floor, Marianne squatted at eye level with her girlfriend’s navel and began to slowly unlace her left boot off, tossing it to the side. Marianne stopped, taking a moment to admire Hilda’s leg in her black stocking.
Hilda laughed a little, “Marianne! At least take off my stocking too, stepping on wet stuff with stockings is the worst!” As asked, Marianne rolled down the sheer stocking over Hilda’s toned thigh and calf, pausing when it reached her ankle. Marianne slowly lifted her foot into her hand, Hilda readjusting her weight to balance on her one leg. The blue-haired bishop slowly rolled the rest of the tight off Hilda’s dainty foot, giving the top of it a small kiss before returning it to the floor. Hilda purred at her attention, sporting a devilish grin.
“Oh, is that the mood we’re in today, Marianne?” she said, easily slipping into her role as Mistress. Gently, she placed her other leg up on Marianne’s knee. Again, she untied the boot, tossing it to join its pair. She starts rolling the other tight down as well, placing gentle kisses on Hilda’s knee, shin, and eventually the top of her foot.
“Next!” Hilda said, helping Marianne back up. She loved the dichotomy of Marianne’s height over her against her submissive nature. She loved when Marianne wanted to serve her. She put her arms up to her sides above her head, “Now, Marianne, please help me out of my dress.”
Eager to please, she walked behind her Mistress, wrapping her in an embrace while she loosens her top. Marianne peppered Hilda’s ears and neck with kisses, ending on her clavicles as she undid the last button of her top. She lifted the dress up over her outstretched arms and over her head, her long locks cascading down her back when her hairband caught. She spun around, standing on her tippy toes to plant a wet kiss on Marianne’s lips. Caught a little off guard by the passionate smooch, Marianne took a couple of extra seconds to manage her Mistress’s bra off. Her reward was Hilda’s ample bouncing bust, her nipples hard and as pink as her hair. Marianne leaned down to wrap her lips around one but was stopped.
“Let’s get you out of your dress first, Marianne, before you start.”
Marianne’s dress was a bit more of a process to get her out of, resulting in more than a few giggles when Hilda fell on her butt trying to pull it off. Eventually, the two of them were free of their clothes and undergarments and happily submerged in the steaming water. Marianne sat a step below Hilda, puttingHilda at the perfect height to nuzzle her face into the mess of blue hair in front of her. She wrapped her arms around her, grabbing Marianne’s tits in each hand.
“You are so cute, Marianne, especially with these moans you keep giving me,” Hilda cooed directly into her plaything’s ear. A shiver ran up her spine, despite the hot water. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”
Hilda got up to fetch a bucket, Marianne’s eyes glued to her glistening wet behind the entire way to the other side of the room. Hilda bent over far more than is necessary, giving her audience of one a small peek of her pink pussy. She grabbed a small vial of shampoo and sashayed back, plopping herself back in the water. She drizzled the clear soapy liquid into Marianne’s gorgeous long azure hair, massaging it in. Her heart fluttered a bit when Marianne sighed, leaning back into her. She loved running her fingers through her long strands. Marianne usually had her hair braided around her head, which Hilda thought was a shame - Marianne with her hair down was an ethereal sight.
Hilda let her soapy hands run down the length of her girlfriend’s svelte figure, feeling her fidget as her fingers grazed her sides.
“H-Hilda, that tickles!” Her giggles turn breathy as Hilda continued to slide her hands down into the water, down between her legs.
“Have to make sure you’re clean everywhere. My Marianne deserves to be squeaky clean when she gets dirty for me.” She gently spread her legs, slowly rubbing Marianne’s inner thighs while she continued to whisper into her ear, “Are you ready to wash your Mistress, Marianne?”
“I’d like that very much, Hilda.”
With a giddy smile, Hilda handed her submissive girl a soapy loofah. Leaning back into the bath and raising a pointed leg out of the water, she says, “I would too. You can start where you left off.”
Marianne grabbed the sponge, eyeing her Mistress’s leg once more. Where her own legs were long and lithe, Hilda’s were powerful and strong from hundreds of hours of marching and fighting while carrying an ax the size of her entire torso. The water was clear, and she took advantage of it to admire the rest of Hilda’s muscular body. She didn’t like being called ‘muscular’, but Marianne didn’t think it was a bad thing. She rather much enjoyed the sight and feel of her toned thighs, her ripped abs that just barely hid behind Hilda’s love for sweets, her defined shoulders, the lines along her back…
She moved to her other leg. It was just as smooth as the first – Marianne had no idea how Hilda found the time or patience to shave herself so thoroughly. She remembered talking to Byleth about it – Asking him if he wanted her to shave herself as Hilda did. He had said whatever she wanted to do was fine with him, but if he had a preference, he liked ‘the variety', so Marianne kept her blue bush.
“Mmm, baby girl that feels divine,” Hilda let out, the still steaming water coaxing her stress away. Finished scrubbing, Marianne kissed Hilda’s sole, moving up her ankle and down her defined calf. Her head was at the water’s level by the time she reaches just past her knee. She glided to Hilda’s side, pressing her soft lips into her Mistress’s, one hand finding Hilda’s heavy breast under the water.
Hilda smiled, “That feels good, Marianne, but I think I would rather feel you down here.” She moved the hand fondling her down her tummy, over her smooth mound to her folds. A low moan escaped her lips that was quickly smothered by Marianne’s mouth on hers.
Marianne slipped a finger in, followed by another. Her fingers were quickly covered by a different wet than the bathwater. Hilda responded by clenching her thighs around her hand and pulling her in close, making out more intensely. Marianne felt Hilda’s tongue swirl in her mouth, desperate to taste every part of her. She increased the speed of her strokes, making sure to hit her clit with every thrust. This continues for a few minutes, Hilda’s pants and mewls softly echoing through the room.
“Oh, Marianne you, ah , you’re doing such a good job. This feels amazing. I -I feel a little light-headed.” Reluctantly, she pulled away, pulling herself out of the hot water and slowly laying back on the cool floor. She spread her legs at the edge of the steps down into the bath. It was not an invitation the Bishop missed.
She gladly returned to kissing Hilda’s thighs, moving down until she was planting kisses on top of her aching clit. Her reward is a moan, followed by Hilda’s hands in her hair, pulling her mouth down on top of her pussy.
“Service me with your mouth, Marianne. I want to come with your adorable face between my legs.” The bishop took her worship seriously and made no exception with the goddess in front of her. She started slowly, the smell of the lavender soap quickly giving way to Hilda’s lewd pheromones as Marianne’s tongue began to stir a low rumble. Squeezing the dom’s thigh and hip with one hand, she slipped a finger from the other in and out at a measured pace. Combined with her tongue’s attention to Hilda’s hard clit, it wasn’t long before she began to buck slightly, trying to press herself into Marianne for more stimulation.
“Harder, Marianne, I want to feel you even more,” Hilda gasps, needing her baby girl to fan the fire she started in her. The ache in Hilda’s voice excited her, and she slid another finger in and presses her face into Hilda’s mound a little harder. She adjusted the angle of her hand until she heard Hilda gasp, and begins to attack that spot. Hilda’s muscular thighs again clamped shut, mashing Marianne’s head even harder into her. As her climax started, she curled forward, biting her hand to stop herself from screaming.
“Oh Gods , Marianne, yes, yes, I- oh fuck , I’m going to come, Marianne, oh fuck ,” Hilda panted out. A few seconds later she laid flat, tensing her legs straight out. Marianne happily lapped up the slick pouring out of her pussy, using her spare hand to rub Hilda’s hips and leg, letting her ride out her orgasm.
Marianne dipped her face in the bath quickly before sliding up Hilda’s sprawled body, kissing and teasing up her short body until she reached her mouth.
“Did I do a good job, Mistress?”
“Marianne I’m not sure I remember my own name, yes you did a fantastic job.” She took a deep breath, collecting herself. “Well, we should probably finish up our bath before we have Seteth knocking down the door.”
Cooled down, Hilda returned to the water with her girlfriend. Marianne washed her hair, massaging her head as Hilda had done for her earlier. She melted into Marianne’s lap, leaning her head back into her perky breasts.
The two retired to bed after their time in the bath. Marianne started another cross-stitch while Hilda hummed to herself, brushing the bishop’s long, silky blue hair.
There was a jiggle at the door as Byleth unlocked it and entered the room. Locking it behind him, he places his sword up against Hilda’s craft table. He sighed dramatically.
“Good evening, my two beautiful -,” He cuts himself short, “Marianne, behind you!” Byleth grabbed a small wooden ruler from the desk, brandishing it like a dagger. “Release her, foul vampire!” He makes some overly fancy swipes with his ‘dagger’.
Marianne smiles, “Oh, my brave hero!” She softly tugged Hilda’s arm across her chest, falling into her lap. “Please, save me from this creature of the night!”
Playing along, Hilda holds the brush in front of her, clutching Marianne. As Byleth makes his way around the bed, Hilda stood up, holding her six-inch brush like she would a war axe in front of her. The Hero feigned side to side a few times before ducking down and scooping the Vampire up in a princess carry.
Between laughs, Hilda exclaimed, “You fool!” She wrapped her arms around him in a hug, peppering his neck with kisses.
Byleth cried in mock pain, causing Marianne to giggle. She watched the two pretend to fight with increasingly exaggerated sound effects until Byleth wrestles Hilda to the bed, pinning her down and giving her a deep kiss.
Hilda moves the back of her hand to her forehead, “Oh, I have been freed from the vampire’s curse!” Marianne very briefly considered mentioning that’s not quite how vampires work but decided she’d rather spend her time kissing her boyfriend.
“My hero,” Marianne cooed, cupping her hands around Byleth’s cheeks. “I think it’s only fair we reward our hero for saving us, don’t you think Hilda?”
Hilda purred in agreement, pulling Byleth onto the bed. She resumed leaving love bites down his neck and chest, taking care not to leave any somewhere visible. The Hero was far more interested in kissing than being kissed, grabbing Hilda’s waist and dragging her to straddle his stomach. He lifted her shirt a little until he can see her flat tummy. He pressed his lips to her, feeling little resistance before he can feel her rock-hard abs. Sinking his fingers into the soft flesh of her thighs and ass, he moves his way up to her breasts hanging in front of his face.
Meanwhile, Marianne found herself pulling off a partner’s shoes for the second time that day. There was no teasing this time – She was still aching from her time with Hilda earlier. Quickly undoing his belt, she yanked the rest of his clothes off to the ground and threw her own gown off, leaving both of them naked. Marianne planted kisses down the trail of soft aquamarine hair until her lips reach her prize. Thanks to Hilda’s efforts, she can already feel him stirring.
While he was still soft, she drew him fully into her mouth, pressing herself into his pelvis and her cheeks into his thigh. His taste and smell went straight to her head, prompting her to send a hand between her legs, slowly giving her neglected pussy some attention. Marianne rubbed her hands up and down Byleth’s stomach and thighs, admiring his lean musculature. Even though she had seen them hundreds of times, she traced her finger along some of the scars, faded and fresh, that scatter the ex-mercenary’s body. She was drawn out of her little daydream by Hilda’s moan.
Byleth gently bit her other nipple, eliciting another moan from the pink-haired girl. She pressed his head into her chest while rubbing her soaked panties into him.
“Oh, fuck, Byleth… Ah!” she squealed as his hand comes down on her rear, a loud smack reverberating through the chamber. Marianne felt him twitch as another spank causes Hilda to yelp. She could no longer hold him entirely in her mouth if she also wanted to keep breathing. Marianne pulled herself off his length as Hilda slid down next to her.
“Well Marianne,” she said as she wrapped her cool hand around Byleth’s shaft, “I believe we have a reward to give our hero.” She began to move her hand, preferring to rotate her wrist instead of up and down strokes. This gave her ample room to kiss and lick his head and shaft above it. Marianne was quick to join. Hilda was happy to kiss either partner, sliding her tongue over Byleth’s cock head into Marianne’s eager mouth. The taste of her lovers invaded Marianne’s senses. Needing more stimulation than just rubbing her clit, she slid a single finger inside, unsurprised at how wet she was. Rubbing her finger along her wall, she lets out a moan into Hilda’s mouth.
Hilda ran a hand through Marianne’s beautiful long hair, saying, “Shouldn’t you be worried about properly thanking your hero first, Marianne?” She gently brought Marianne’s head down onto Byleth’s cock while her strokes grow faster.
Byleth gasped, bombarded with stimulation. He still found it difficult to endure when the two Golden Deer girls focused their attack on him like this. The weight of their tits rubbing along his legs, their wandering hands along his stomach and chest, and of course the attention to his cock. Marianne’s tongue swirled around under his glans, and he felt her cheeks against his shaft when she bobbed up and down on him. Hilda had nestled her face into the crux of his thigh, kissing and licking his balls.
“That feels amazing, Marianne,” Byleth panted. The praise made Marianne even wetter as she happily slurped up and down Byleth’s throbbing hard-on. She found her lips often meeting Hilda’s hand, but she didn’t mind. She couldn’t take her love quite as deep into her mouth as Hilda could, but she did have a burgeoning pride in her tongue. Marianne knew where he liked to be licked, and how fast. Moving up and down, she flicked his tip with her tongue and presses it along his underside and she slid up and down.
Byleth’s quickened breathing does not escape the girls’ notices.
“H-Hilda -”
“Hmmm, yes, Byleth? Are you going to come for us?”
“I want to – fuck , Marianne – to come down your throat.”
She smiles her mischievous smile, “Of course, darling.”
Hilda’s strokes became faster and longer as Marianne turned her attention to kissing his hips and waist. Byleth began to squirm, moaning and warning how close he was. Hilda put him in her mouth, sliding down his full length. Byleth bucked, place a firm hand behind her head. He thrusts a few times before Marianne felt his legs and ass tense. He moaned, feeling all the tension in his body melt away as he come hard down Hilda’s throat. She gulped loudly as she swallows Byleth’s first load, feeling the warmth traveling down her body. He released his grip, falling back into the bed. Hilda slid off, jerking a few more strands out onto her lips and face.
After a few seconds of catching his breath, the swordmaster managed to speak, “That felt amazing, you two.” He looks down to see Hilda’s striking face smeared with his seed as she pressed her lips into Marianne’s, sharing his taste with her.
While Marianne gently stroked him, a few sparks of White Magic lazily floated from her hand into Byleth.
He moans in pleasure, “That’s cheating.”
Hilda giggles, moving to his side so her bouncing breasts are danging right over his face, “It’s too early for you to give up, Hero. Are you saying you don’t want to accept this fair maiden’s gift to you?”
A blush flashes across Marianne’s face. She didn’t feel it was too terribly long ago that she was just a fair maiden, at least in the strict definition. She rose to her knees, straddling his still-hard cock that lay against his stomach. Grinding against him, she slid up and down his length. Combined with the help of the White Magic, Byleth was throbbing and ready to go again in no time. Marianne stopped her grinding at his root, letting him swing up against her bush. Not that she had any frame of reference, but Marianne was certain her lover had to be larger than average. She slowly rose herself, bringing his pulsing red head to her dripping pussy. Then, just as carefully, she dropped herself down, making sure to give herself time to accept his girth and length.
Marianne came to rest in his lap with his full length buried in her folds. It gave her a sense of fullness and comfort she found difficult to describe.
“B-Byleth –,” she gasped. She could feel his heartbeat through her writhing walls. Byleth was unable to respond beyond a low moan that Hilda’s cleavage muffled. She was busy panting as Byleth played with her clit and continued his assault on her sensitive nipples.
Byleth’s spare hand reached to grab Marianne’s ass, giving her a healthy squeeze. Marianne began to rock herself forward and back, feeling her partner slide in and out of her. It took her a few thrusts to get into a rhythm, but she could tell she hit a good speed by Byleth’s grip on her rear.
It was a very different sensation from her slender finger. By herself, she could rub one spot at a time, but the thick cock inside of her was almost sensory overload – it was so easy to have him hit every weak point inside her throbbing pussy, especially when she was on top like this. Marianne can feel him in her core like a red-hot iron spike.
“ Fuck , Byleth,” Hilda squealed, pulling herself off his fingers. She pulled the pillow from behind his head, slid her drenched panties off, and pulled herself over Byleth’s face. He happily accepted her dripping cunt into his mouth, moving to fondle her D cups. Hilda tugged on his hair, grinding her throbbing clit into his lips and nose, the pretense of ‘servicing the hero’ forgotten as she chased her second orgasm that day. “Yes, yes, Gods , Byleth, don’t you dare stop, fuck , right there –!” She gasped, squeezing her powerful thighs around her lover’s ears, her toes curling as her whole body tensed. She let out a silent scream as she came her brains out over Byleth’s mouth, her slick dripping down his chin. A few shuddering breaths later and Hilda softly flopped back into Marianne.
Marianne latches on to Hilda, squeezing her tightly. The sights and sounds of her girlfriend getting off so hard started to tip her over the edge as well. It was all Hilda could do just to whisper breathy encouragement in her ear, only vertical because Marianne had her in a tight hug. The Bishop lets out a series of quickening moans as Byleth could focus on thrusting faster and deeper.
Even though he couldn’t see her over Hilda, Byleth felt Marianne clamp down around him and heard her gasps. Marianne desperately clung to her girlfriend, her long fingers sinking into Hilda’s stomach and sides. Her pink hair blew in little bursts as Marianne gasped and panted on her shoulder.
Byleth leaned forward, helping an exhausted Hilda slide back onto the bed. He wrapped Marianne, still feeling the aftershocks of her orgasm, in a tight hug, giving her clavicle and neck some soft kisses. He would prefer her lips, but they were a little out of reach. Marianne pushed Byleth back onto the bed, collapsing on top of his solid chest. She rested there, taking in the smell of her lover. Again, she found his scent a strange thing to describe; it was pleasant, like laying on a picnic blanket in the hot sun on a cool spring day. Whatever it was, it was comforting.
The two lay together in the quiet room, the only sound coming from Marianne’s heart beating into Byleth’s chest. He traced lazy patterns on Marianne’s back, enjoying the feeling of her soft breaths on his ear. The silence was broken by a growing sound to their side: Hilda has fallen asleep and had started snoring.
Marianne chuckled quietly, “I told you so.” She pushed herself back up, feeling her partner slide the rest of the way back into her. After a measured breath, she very slowly rocked side to side. She returned the favor and ran her fingers haphazardly over Blyeth’s muscles, admiring the lines they formed across his torso. Hilda gave another cute snort before rolling to her side, going quiet again.
Byleth smirked, “I don’t snore that loudly though, do I?”
Marianne put a finger to her lips, as she often did when she was thinking. “Hmm… Well, I still love you even if you do.”
“That’s a face that tells me ‘Yes, in fact, you’re even louder’.”
“D-Don’t worry about that,” Marianne says as her face flushed a bit, “Just let me reward my hero.”
She leaned back, placing her hands on Byleth’s legs, trying to replicate the position she’d seen Hilda in before. Marianne began to move up and down, able to keep a more consistent tempo versus just relying on gravity. Byleth’s hands wandered about her milky white thighs, transfixed by the Bishop’s generous chest bouncing in rhythm in front of him. The sight of Marianne losing herself to pleasure, her toned tummy glistening with sweat in the low light of the few candles still lit in the room combines with the sounds of her drenched slit riding up and down Byleth’s length sent shivers down his spine. The contrast to her usual demure public presentation compared to when she was with her lovers was incredibly erotic, and it didn’t take long before he felt another orgasm mounting.
The swordmaster’s grip on her thighs tightened, “Gods, Marianne, you’re going to make me come if you keep that up.”
Without breaking stride she pushed herself forward, using Byleth’s shoulders to keep her rhythm going. In between pants, she cooed into his ear, “Then come, Byleth, my hero. C-Claim your hero’s reward.” She’s glad her face was buried in his hair because she knew her face was probably approaching scarlet. Marianne pushed in closer to his ear, giving a breathy whisper, “Today is a safe day… Come inside me, Pro-fes-sor.” She enunciated his title by slamming back into him.
Byleth’s hands flew to her hips and butt, letting him push his full cock into her as he climaxed. He gave a surprised shout as Marianne ground back and forth in tandem with his desperate thrusts. The pleasure traveled through him in waves, each one pushing out another load deep against the entrance of the bishop’s womb. Marianne placed her forehead on Byleth’s, staring into his eyes. They flutter with the pleasure of his orgasm, his strength sapped by its power.
Marianne slid off, snuggling in between Hilda’s sleeping figure and Byleth’s exhausted one. She put a finger on her lower abdomen, still feeling Byleth’s warmth inside her. An arm reaches around her shoulder, pulling her in close. Her breasts press up against the professor’s flank and she felt kisses on the top of her forehead.
“I can see how this is worth the risk of being chomped by a vampire.”
The Bishop giggled sleepily, cuddling into the crook of his arm, “I think so, too.”
Another kiss. “I love you, Marianne.”
“I love you, too.”
“Good-,” Byleth yawned, “Goodnight, Marianne.”
“Good night, my hero. Sweet dreams."