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Edelgard Von Hresvelg had a problem: Hilda Valentine Goneril. The girl was a lazy and lackadaisical individual, malcontent to do any actual work, and constantly trying to wriggle her way out of any sort of practical lesson or assignment. She wasn't the kind of person that Edelgard wanted on the Black Eagles, but the Professor had made the decision, and Edelgard simply couldn't speak against her - she just couldn't. She was essentially forced to put up with the pink-haired Hilda, who plopped herself down in their team as she willed.

Hilda had very particular ideas as to what her 'new role' on the team entailed, and none of it was actual work. It didn't help that the girl was an expert manipulator when it came to getting others to do things on her behalf, and it infuriated Edelgard to no end. She wasn't used to lazy people that didn't carry their own weight, and Hilda acted like a waste of a person; though Edelgard didn't like such things, Hilda was the epitome of a laid-back noble, a waste of a crest and noble blood. But, for all her ire, there was little Edelgard could do about it - not because she wasn't authoritative or assertive, no, but rather because Hilda was very good at getting what she wanted. 

The pink-haired girl had plenty of techniques, from her kindly words to prodding proposals, her ability to play on another's pride or coaxing them into proving themselves for no reason; it was like she knew all the right buttons to press on a person. Edelgard was no different, shamefully enough, is the worst sort of way. Somehow, in some way, Hilda had figured out the secret that dangled between Edelgard's legs - the manhood that was the result of her second crest, an artificial enhancement to better propagate her bloodline.

 Edelgard had assumed that it was to be blackmail, but nothing of the sort came. Instead, all Hilda did was prance around her, making suggestive words and comments just like she did to people like Sylvain and Dorothea, acting all light and flitting and flirtatious toward Edelgard. She'd bend over a bit too far when reaching for something, flashing the creamy curves of her ass toward the House Leader, and at others she'd lean too far forward with a button expertly undone, giving glimpses of deep, rounded cleavage. She'd wink and blow kisses in an entirely guilty manner, making Edelgard's throat run dry.

She liked to think she had a fairly good poker face when it came down to it, but Hilda's antics caught her off guard. People didn't flirt with Edelgard, and she was unused to feminine attention and wiles - and Hilda had all of that and more. It did not help one bit that Hilda was a supremely attractive girl in her own right, with wide hips that were perfect for holding, plump thighs that would feel wonderful around her hips, breasts that jutted out as far as the Professor's, and a fleshy ass that bounced with each step and prance. Her makeup, accessories, and clothing were always expertly done up, making her a vision of seductive beauty.

Edelgard wasn't one to be swayed by a pretty face and a nice body, of course, and she wasn't that weak-willed to just let Hilda do what she wanted each time she batted her eyes. After all, there were plenty of pretty girls at the academy, from Ingrid to Petra, Manuela to Catherine, and she'd crushed on both Dorothea and the Professor long enough not to be a pushover. But still, she found herself allowing Hilda to get away with little things - she didn't have to be on washing duty, after all, and it wasn't necessary that she organized the weapon-racks after training; little things, but with each one Hilda got bolder, more forward, working away at Edelgard.

A little bit of indulgence never hurt anyone , Edelgard reasoned. But only a little bit.

Unfortunately, Hilda seemed intent on taking just a little bit of indulgence, and was happy to abuse pretty much every angle she could find to worm her way out of things. Worse, it made her bold, and daring, constantly upping her ‘game’ with Edelgard - from more physical touches outside, to gropes and caresses in public places, to even outright suggestive acts in front of others. Granted, Hilda was very careful to make sure things went unnoticed, but that meant little for the Imperial Heir. It was too bold, too forward, and far too improper.

Not that Hilda seemed to care, especially not with how she currently acted. 

Edelgard was almost hyper-aware of the hand placed carefully on her thigh during the class lesson, set right atop the toned limb with fingers gently tracing downward into the inner curve. It made her almost jump at the foreign touch, her body and cheeks instantly heating up. She cast an accusatory glare to her left at Hilda, who sat right beside Edelgard - a spot no one dared claim. She didn’t even give Edelgard so much as a glance, instead nodding with mock seriousness as the Professor finished up her lesson. The pinkette’s hand almost burned against her thigh, like a red-hot brand, and it made it dangerously hard for her to concentrate as it rubbed and massaged circles into her red stockings.

“Edelgard, are you alright?” Her Professor asked, her voice characteristically smooth and toneless, though her concern was clear. Her beautiful face looked down at Edelgard with just a hint of concern, almost minute when compared to how people normally acted, but significant enough. What concerned Edelgard more was that her lapse of concentration had been so obvious that someone as oblivious as her teacher could notice, 

“I’m fine, my teacher,” the white-haired girl lied smoothly, forcing a small smile. “I thank you for your concern, however.”

“Are you sure?” The Professor’s unblinking, cornflower-coloured eyes focused firmly on her, making Edelgard flush just a fraction. 

“Yes, I’m just a little… tired. I was up studying late, is all.”

“I see. You shouldn’t overwork yourself.”

“Edelgard’s such a hard worker,” Hilda gushed innocently, hand rubbing circles into her thigh. “Honestly, I don’t know how she does it.” 

"Something you would do well to follow," Hubert muttered darkly, but Hilda ignored him.

"It always makes Edelgard so stressed, you know, Professor? So overworked."

"I admire her drive," the Professor said honestly, nodding her head. "But you shouldn't overwork yourself, it's true."

"I'm fine, I assure you," Edelgard said, casting a glare at Hilda. She was following along with the lie a little too gleefully, happy to pass off her fondling of Edelgard's thigh as some fault of her own nature, and it was... infuriating.

"She just needs to take a load off, if you know what I mean," Hilda chirped innocently, and Edelgard felt her eye twitch at the insinuation. 

"Relaxation could be important," the blue-haired teacher agreed, hand on her elbow and chin in her palm. 

The corners of her Edelgard's lips twitched. "I'm fine, thank you."

"I know a lot of good ways to destress," Hilda followed, leaning just a little bit further into Edelgard's side of the desk, their shoulders just shy of brushing. The smell of her perfume was thick and cloying, almost intoxicating in its intensity - sweet and flowery and not at all like the kinds of smells that Edelgard enjoyed, but enough to get her blood going. Though, granted, that might have just been the hand on her thigh, slipping down to her inner curves boldly. "I can show you sometime, Edie."

"Lady Edelgard hardly needs help 'relaxing'," Hubert scoffed, coming to her defence. 

"I think that sounds like an okay idea," the Professor said, nodding her head. 

Edelgard glared at Hilda for a long moment before smiling curtly. "Of course, my teacher. I'll try."

Hilda just smiled sweetly, hand slowly - slowly -drifting off her thigh, her fingertips rubbing against the smooth red silk teasingly before pulling away entirely. 

Not thinking about Hilda’s insinuations proved extremely difficult, especially with the buxom teen prancing around Edelgard like she was a courtesan looking for her attention desperate for attention. Edelgard had met concubines more subtle than Hilda, but it was an undeniable fact that Hilda was far superior in her wiles than any of them. She knew just how to wiggle her hips and shake her ass, purposely walking ahead of Edelgard to attract her attention; other times she’d practically hang off of her arm, breasts enveloping her slender limb between them and squishing down around it. 

It made Edelgard’s desires run hot and her cock stiffen in her stockings, a series of reactions that she was wholly unprepared for and too inexperienced to handle. She had literally zero experience with anything like the sort of thing that Hilda implied, and she was left helpless against her womanly advances - and it wasn’t something that Edelgard could practice for, or learn, or adapt to. She could, of course, just send Hilda away, or get Hubert to work his devious ways on her and get her to stop, but she was always just shy of actually committing to that sort of thing; all it took was for Hilda to wink and blow her a kiss, and she’d reconsider. 

“Just what do you think you’re playing at?” Edelgard demanded Hilda sometime later, cornering her in the back section of the promenade between buildings. The pink-haired girl only raised her eyebrows, her eyes going wide as if in surprise at Edelgard’s suddenness.

"No need to get so worked up, Edelgard," Hilda said flippantly, almost coyly, her pink eyes flashing. "Geez - you're always so stressed about things. The Professor is right - you gotta relax a bit."

"Hardly." Edelgard rolled her eyes. "If anyone's causing me stress, it's you and your antics."

"My antics?" Hilda puffed out her cheek. "I'm not sure what you're talking about."

"Come, now. A little bit of flashing or teasing is innocent enough, but touching? In class, so public a forum? That's entirely inappropriate, and I will not stand for it, Hilda." Edelgard set her wrist against her hip and sent the other flicking out toward Hilda in a regal manner. "If you value your time with the Black Eagles, I'd suggest you start acting more proper -"

Her words were abruptly and efficiently cut off as Hilda leaned forward, her cloying, sweet perfume assailing Edelgad's nostrils. Her hand drifted down to her waist, lightly tracing over the edge of her uniform, before going down over her short, smooth skirt. It pressed down firmly, following the inward curve of her thigh as she pressed in. Her fingers just barely grazed the outline of Edelgard's hidden cock, brushing up against the package that was neatly tucked out of sight, and even with the skirt and stockings in the way the contact made Edelgard breathe in sharply.

"Wow, you feel pretty worked up, Edelgard," Hilda purred, smirking. She applied a bit more pressure, making Edelgard's gasp lightly as the hand pressed against her semi-hard length, gently tracing the outline of it. "I bet being such a good, diligent leader makes you pretty hard, huh?"

"I - I don't -That's not -" Edelgard stammered, for once unable to filter her words. " Hilda -"

"Oh, I like it when you say my name like that," the girl purred smoothly, her voice rolling like honey. Edelgard flushed, hoping to high heaven that no one was around to see what Hilda was doing - but then, it could just be mistaken as two girls in close proximity, and that was it. No one would know that Hilda's hand had slipped under her skirt, pressing firmly against the rapidly enlargening shaft trapped against her thigh, applying pressure that Edelgard scarcely felt in her young life and made it dangerously hard to think.

"So hard," Hilda continued. "You really do need to take a load off, I think. Maybe my hand could do the trick?" 

She smiled, applying just a little more pressure and making Edelgard gasp. "Or maybe it would be better if I wrapped my lips around you, hm?"

Her other hand came up to her mouth, fingers forming a circle as holding something vaguely cylindrical. Her plump pink lips parted, her red tongue briefly poking out of her mouth, and she began to pantomime what Edelgard realized with wide eyes was a blowjob - her hand pumping back and forth, the cheek opposite to her moving hand puffing outward as if being filled out by something large and meaty. It lasted for just a few brief instants, but it was enough to leave Edelgard flushed and staring.

"Or something like that," Hilda drawled, pulling away. Her hand slipped away from Edelgard's thighs, and the sudden lack of physical contact was somehow more stressful than having it. She ran her tongue over her lips as she watched Hilda pull away all innocently, tugging her extremely short skirt down over her pale, thick thighs before rising up to her chest. She pushed up the undersides of her breasts a few times as if making sure that they looked just right, the mounds bouncing inside her blouse. 

Once satisfied, Hilda winked at her. "Just something for you to think about, Edie. See you later!" 

She turned on her heel and immediately began strutting away, an exaggerated sway to her hips that sent the broad curves swinging out wide enough to make Edelgard's blood boil. Her previous anger was forgotten and replaced with a new feeling of desire and frustration which only got worse as she watched Hilda retreat, the jutting curve of her ass swinging. 

"...Damn it," she hissed, fingers digging into her palms. 

Edelgard didn’t think of herself as weak to her charms, but with it being something she was wholly unprepared for and simultaneously reacting positively to, it was hard to resist. However, there was a big difference when it came to Hilda being flitting and teasing, and her outright refusal to do work, and there was only so far that Edelgard was going to let her lazy ways stand. It came to a head when Hilda had bemoaned her assignment to pick weeds and clean the stables with Caspar from the moment it left the Professor’s lips, and when it finally came time for her to do her allotted task, she instead retreated to her room. 

It frustrated Edelgard to no end. Hubert, naturally, had offered to do the task of fetching the girl through whatever insidious means he could think up, but the future Emperor had opted to do it herself - out of duty as the House Leader, she’d convinced him, doggedly refusing to consider any other options. So it was that she found herself in Hilda’s room, staring down the girl that had retreated so quickly at the mere hint of ‘work’. The room was pink and neat and pretty, much like Hilda herself, to an almost garish degree. It was expertly done, though, and while the colours didn’t quite match her tastes, she had to admit that Hilda had some talent for decoration and design.

“Hilda,” Edelgard said none too patiently, finger tapping against her bicep and foot rapping against the floor. “You can’t keep skipping out on things.”

If only she applied that to school, Edelgard thought glumly.

“But Edie,” Hilda whined, with the same level of exaggeration that Dorothea would show when she was on stage, “I just - the stables? Really? I can’t get all this dirty!”

She gestured down her sides, her hands closely following the hourglass curves of her body. It was an extremely suggestive and provocative gesture that Edelgard tried not to indulge in, and she tilted her head up regally.  

“It’s Edeglard, Hilda. And, if you don’t want to get your clothes dirty, you should wear the provided smock over a spare outfit that you don’t mind ruining. It’s only practical.”

“C’mon,” Hilda pouted, her pink eyes glimmering. “Dorothea calls you Edie. Don’t be so cold -”

“That’s what you focused on?” The white-haired girl sighed, setting a hand on her hip. “Dorothea and I are… close, and that’s all there is to it. You, on the other hand…”

“Hey, we can be close,” Hilda purred suggestively, “after all, I doubt Dorothea does the same things that I do for you.”

Edelgard cleared her throat almost nervously. “Dorothea is a hard worker, and - No, we’re not talking about others. We’re talking about your bad habits, Hilda, don’t change the subject again.”

“Geez, I can’t pull one over you, Edelgard, huh?” Hilda smiled coyly, her tone a low drawl. “Well, I guess there’s no other choice. You run a tight ship.”

Edelgard licked her lips, eyebrows gently curving inward. She’s capitulating? Hm.

“Yes, well, I strive for excellence,” Edelgard proclaimed, inclining her head. “As I expect all of the Black Eagles to do.”

“Of course, of course,” Hilda replied, nodding very seriously. Her twin tails of hair bobbed up and down, almost reflecting the light. “And I definitely want to please.”

“That’s good.” Edelgard nodded. “You can start by - what are you doing?”

“Hm?” Hilda raised an innocent eyebrow. “What do you mean?”

Hilda’s fingers were carefully trailing down the front of her blouse, popping button after button out from between the cloth and letting the parted ends fall away from her chest. Healthy, creamy flesh was exposed inch by inch, from her slender collarbones down to the jutting swells of her impressive breasts, large enough to give most other schoolgirls - and some adults - at Garreg Mach a run for their money. Edelgard could only stare as the girl’s pink, lacey brassiere was revealed, hugging the peachy skin perfectly and propping up the mouth-watering mounds to provide a deep cleavage and rounded peaks that glistened in the light streaming through the window.

“You’re undressing,” Edelgard said patiently, barely able to avert her gaze. She wet her lips with her tongue and tucked her hair behind her head in a nervous tick, wondering why her throat was so dry. “Why are you undressing?”

“You said to put something more appropriate on, right?” Hilda’s face was entirely innocent, but her smirk was perfectly audible in her tone of voice. She was like a cat catching the canary, and she knew it. “So that’s what I’m doing. And, I mean, since you’re here, I’d totally love some opinions on what to wear.”

“That’s hardly appropriate,” the Heir to the Adrestian Empire replied, her voice hiking fractionally. Her mind swirled with thoughts of was this planned? Did she lead me here for this?; thoughts she didn’t give much attention to.

“We’re both girls here,” Hilda giggled, sending Edelgard a sly wink. Her fingers continued on their downward crawl, slowly peeling off her blouse entirely off her smooth, flat belly. Her skin looked as soft as velvet and nothing like the athletic bodies that many of the students had - a body meant for more leisurely activities than physical ones. “I don’t see any problem with it.”

“That’s…” Edelgard coughed and cleared her throat. “I don’t think I’m well-suited for such a thing. Perhaps -”

“Oh, I think you’re just perfect, ” Hilda practically purred, removing her white shirt entirely and putting neatly on her bed. She made absolutely no move to undress anything else, but with her torso entirely bare, it was more than enough to grab Edelgard’s attention. Her hips were broad and wide, with just the right amount of soft plumpness to them that would let one’s fingers really dig in and pull. The curves of her waistline were perfect, dipping in and flaring out, enough to make any hot-blooded person’s passions flare, while her breasts looked positively appetizing in their tight brassiere. “Since you’re the House Leader, and all.”

Her hands worked at her brassiere as she talked, unclipping it with quick, deft motions and letting the straps go slack on her shoulders. Her breasts popped out of position as the chest-fitting cloth lost its support, and the peachy flesh rippled like gelatin. They immediately sloped down under their weight, ever-so-slightly hanging off to the sides, resting heavily on her chest. From the front, the bulge of her side-boob was more than the width of her torso, making them look much larger than the bra offered, though with less cleavage. All the same, it left Edelgard almost in awe, and she couldn’t keep her eyes off them. 

“Er - Yes, that’s right, I am,” she answered almost absently, marvelling at the sight of the lush breasts.

Hilda flashed her teeth. “And so you should totes stay behind and help me out, right?” 

“I… suppose that would be my responsibility, yes,” Edelgard replied, swallowing thickly. 

“That’s honestly great,” Hilda said flippantly, “Because it’s pretty hard for me to pick out a good brassiere to wear, you know? If I don't get enough support these things are always bouncing around, like in combat, and only a few of them actually fit… ”

“I can see why that might be an issue,” she said, staring rapaciously as the pink cloth was tugged off the lush, heavy mounds, bearing small nipples as pink as her hair, and an egregious amount of flesh that dipped under its own weight. 

“You can see, huh?” Hilda giggled knowingly. She collected her brassiere in her hands and tossed it onto the bed, before collecting her breasts up in her comparatively small hands from the undersides. She propped them up almost gently, the titflesh sinking around her palms and digging into her fingers, and Edelgard’s mouth got wet. “You can totally do more than that. I don’t mind letting someone like you cop a feel, Edelgard.”

Edelgard’s hand almost reflexively reached out before she caught herself, her glove-clad fingers recoiling inward. “That’s not necessary, I think -”

“If you’re going to help me try on clothes,” the girl drawled, “you gotta get a feel for what you’re working with.”

No, Edelgard’s mind said, get your clothes on in five minutes, and meet me outside. 

“...Well, I suppose so,” Edelgard murmured instead, allowing her hand to be collected by Hilda and set upon her breast like the blushing virgin she was. The pink-haired girl was calm and collected like she was in total control, exuding confidence that Edelgard could never feel when she was out of her clothes. It was enough to make her passions rise up, flaring in her bloodstream almost violently, the urges built into her dual-crests running hot, but she forced it down almost physically. 

It was certainly difficult, because her breast was plump and soft, the flesh squishy and malleable. Her white-gloved fingers sank just a little bit into the rounded surface with the slightest amount of pressure, and she was left marvelling at the pliant, plump skin. It had an elastic-like feel to it, wonderfully springy and spongy, the kind of thing that Edelgard wanted to just sink her fingers into and squeeze. While she never cared much for her own body’s shape or appearance, and her vanity was mostly relegated to her hair, she didn’t deny that she had quite the appreciation for the female form - something that Lord Arundel had taken advantage of, in 

his experimentations.

“I’ll need a lot of support since these girls strain my back already, and I wouldn’t want to pull something when I’m bending over,” Hilda mused, her plump lips curving upward. “Since my breasts are pretty heavy.”

“I see that,” she replied after a moment, her hand hesitantly hefting the considerable weight of her breast up in her gloved palm. The moment didn’t last - it was brief, quick, just a sampling touch of what Hilda could offer, with her hand being shoved away far too soon with a coy wink. Edelgard, for a moment, wanted to protest and just dig her fingers into the soft expanse of titflesh, but propriety and good nature held her back. 

I’m not subject to my basal desires, she thought adamantly, not even to a temptress. 

“So… wanna pick out something for me to wear?” Hilda asked suggestively, indicating a dresser full of lingerie and negligees that were utterly inappropriate for working outside. “I’d be happy to try on whatever you think would work.”

“I suppose we can spare some time,” she said neutrally. “Caspar can manage on his own for a while.”

Hilda smiled, her plump lips forming a perfect curve. Her breasts stood proud on her chest as she set her hands behind the small of her back, almost purposely setting the large, fleshy curves pushing outward. “It might take a while to model all these clothes for you, you know?”

“It might,” Edelgard allowed, already thinking on how the various outfits might look on the pinkette’s busty frame. “It might be okay, just this once.”

“Sure.” Hilda winked. “Just this once.”

If once was all Edelgard had been able to keep it at, she would have been content - but there seemed to be a million reasons why Hilda couldn’t do this or that, and Edelgard found it increasingly harder not to let her do as she wished. She avoided tasks and work details, and tried her best to worm her way out of assignments and homework, lightening her workload with each teasing act she did. It was like her entire purpose was bent toward riling Edelgard up, and it worked oh-so-well. She was a tease, riling Edelgard up until it was hard to think, and she found herself allowing Hilda to get away with things she otherwise wouldn’t.

“It’s just an assignment,” Hilda bemoaned, pouting out her plump lips exaggeratedly. “I don't think I have to do it, you know? I mean, I’m super busy with other stuff, and, like, I just don’t have the time.”

Edelgard’s fingers scraped against the library’s table, her face downturned toward it in an attempt to keep the redness of her cheeks from showing. She cast glares up at Hilda across the brown wood, glaring at her with all her ire, but the pink-haired girl continued on undeterred as she traded her verbal spat with Hubert. In a way, Edelgard was almost impressed that Hilda could multitask - but she was hardly content that she was multitasking complaining about working and using her foot to tease Edelgard from under the table, pressing her stocking-clad feet against her red-clothed calf, creeping upward at a slow, glacial pace.

The daring of this girl, was all Edelgard could think, licking her lips roughly. Whenever it looked like Edelgard was about to speak up and add her authority to the conversation her foot would creep up more and more, cutting her words off as she concentrated on pushing down her bodily reactions to her touch. She shivered, her spine-tingling as it rose up her calf, caressing the narrow and well-formed limb, gently reaching her thigh. It rubbed circles into the taut, toned flesh, sending shudders through her body and powerful tingles down into her cock. The beefy length began to stiffen in her red stockings, getting harder the higher she rose, and Edelgard wanted to curse.

“You are lazy and slovenly,” Hubert accused. “I fail to see why you’ve transferred over to the Black Eagles if you have no intention of actually doing anything.”

“‘Cause you guys are, like, the coolest team by far,” Hilda cooed, and fluttered her lashes in Edeglard’s direction. “With the prettiest leader, too. I’m a sucker for a good bit of eye candy, you know?”

“Flattery won’t get you anywhere,” Edelgard managed, with only a hint of a stutter. She rubbed the bridge of her nose to hide her flush but Hilda’s eyes flashed almost knowingly, and the white-haired Lord quickly averted her gaze. She brushed her hair behind her ear and cleared her throat, sniffing imperiously. “You have to put some effort into the team, Hilda. I won’t expect anything less.”

The foot crawled higher, slipping toward her inner thigh, making Edelgard nearly gasp. She wet her lips nervously and hesitantly, trying to look anywhere but at Hilda, forcing her concentration off the foot that strayed dangerously close to the hidden bulge of her cock. Hilda’s foot was far more nimble than it should have been, her foot easily caressing her leg and the bridge of her heel nearly moulding to her curves. 

“I put effort in, but this body isn’t built for hard work.” Hilda’s plump lips curved upward, and Edelgard stared. “It’s built for other things, you know?” 

The pink-haired girl set her pink-nailed hand against her mouth, cupping it as if she were telling a secret and hiding the view of her lips from Hubert’s line of sight. She didn’t speak, but her lips began to form words, carefully sounding them out for Edelgard’s benefit. “ F-u-c-k-i-n-g .”

Edelgard’s fist thumped against the table, eyes wide. “ Hilda. ”

Hubert looked at her in concern. “Is something wrong -”

“Nothing,” Edelgard snapped. “Just Hilda’s lackadaisical attitude.” 

Hubert stared at her for a long moment, before nodding his assent and turning toward Hilda. “I concur, of course. You must start your assignment. We have an entire library for you to peruse, so I’d suggest starting immediately.”

“Gosh, but I wouldn’t even know where to start… ” Hilda directed at him, while her foot crept higher and higher.

Hubert sighed. “Then find a librarian.”

“Well,” Hilda drawled, leaning against her desk in a very deliberate way that pushed her breasts down against the flat surface. The white cloth of her uniform bulged out as her impressive chest squished down, her forearms digging into the soft expanse to the point where it looked like her buttons were going to pop. Edelgard almost couldn’t tear her eyes away, and she shifted her legs anxiously. “I don’t mind getting some help on it? I mean, you’re super smart, Edelgard, and I’d love for you to show me a few things in my room, after?”

“For the assignment?” Edelgard asked, voice a little bit dry. Her eyes were still fastened on Hilda’s jutting shelf of titflesh, and the pink-haired girl smirked coyly.

“Yup -”

“Lady Edelgard is far too busy to be tutoring,” Hubert said curtly. “She doesn’t need to bother herself with the likes of you. If you need teaching, you may ask the Professor, or perhaps Ferdinand. Ed-”

“It’s fine, Hubert,” Edelgard cut off, raising a white-gloved hand. “I can spare some time for a member of our House… for now.”

Hubert frowned. “You don’t need to indulge in this vapid girl’s acts-”

“Hey!” Hilda exclaimed. 

“I should be stepping up as House Leader, anyhow. And I should -”

“- get to know your teammates, hm?” Hilda finished, and Edelgard cleared her throat. 

“Just so.”

Hubert inclined his head. “If you say so, Lady Edelgard.”

“I do.” Edelgard’s voice wasn’t exactly sure, but it was firm. 

“H-Hilda, you can’t keep skipping o-out on - on - oh - ”

Edelgard’s voice transitioned into a hiss as Hilda bucked her hips in Edelgard’s lap, grinding her ass down on the clothed bulge of her cock. The way she moved her hips and rubbed back and forth against her thighs was expert, the gyrations of her plump waist perfect, driving her body against Edelgard’s with slick movements that were almost awe-inspiring. Her ass pressed down against her covered cock with the weight of her body, sending surges of gratification through her that was heightened by the friction of her grinding.

She didn’t know how Hilda had managed to so quickly coax her into sitting down on the edge of the Training Hall’s bench, nor how she had so quickly mounted Edelgard and sat herself down on her lap; she was just so smooth in both act and body, making Edelgard feel helpless against her wiles. She rubbed herself back and forth, stealing away the Lord’s ability to think straight, the reason why she’d even come to Hilda starting to slip away from her. She struggled to focus while the buxom, curvaceous teen rubbed herself in her lap, her breasts brushing up against Edelgard’s smaller chest and her stomach rolling. 

"Wow, Edelgard," Hilda giggled against her, her face hovering just above the crook of her neck. "You're so hard. You really shouldn't work yourself up so much."

"And w-whose fault is that?" Edelgard snapped, shuddering as Hilda rolled her hips down into the crook of her thighs. Her pelvis fit neatly in her lap, but the jutting swell of her ass didn't quite fit in properly. She had to squish herself down as she rolled her hips, making her backside dimple and flatten against Edelgard's thighs.

"Oh?" Hilda's voice came out in a sly purr that made the Lord's shoulders roll. "Does little old me have this kind of effect on you? That's positively naughty, Lady Edelgard."

Edelgard's hand shoved uncertainty, unsure of where to set themselves - Hilda's hips? The bench? "D-don't call me that -"

"I like it," Hilda continued, her breath misting against Edelgard's pale, tender neck. 

Edelgard suppressed a soft whimper, and cocked her chin up as best as she could. "S-stop that, Hilda. You - you can't keep skipping things. Combat practice is important -"

"I'm sure it is," Hilda said, her voice breathy and warm. "But I've got something else to do, besides. I've got some orders in town, you see, and I need to pick up some new clothes - a girl's gotta look her best, you know?"

"There's no such need for vanity at school," Edelgard protested, while Hilda continued to grind down in her lap. her ass pushed against the bulge of her cock, the copious amount of assflesh like the softest of cushions against her aching meat, making her eyes flutter. "Combat practice is - is serious."

“I know you don’t really think that,” Hilda drawled, fingers curling around the top of her blouse. Edelgard’s eyes had been almost magnetically drawn down, focused on the glimpses of peachy titflesh poking up as her buttons started to slip. “I know the way you’ve looked at me, Edelgard...“

Edelgard wanted to protest that, but with Hilda grinding down in her lap, ass bouncing and rolling, her plump, thigh thicks surrounding Edelgard's slimmer, more athletic pair with her own, it felt silly. It felt like a lie, because while Hilda had all but forced herself onto her, she was enjoying it more than she cared to admit. She could only curse her artificially implanted cock, curse the biological prerogatives that Lord Arundel had implanted in her - but at the same time, the thought of allowing someone like Hilda to manipulate her like so rankled at her senses, made her blood boil with more frustration than arousal.

"Hilda, that's not -"

“And I definitely like it,” Hilda continued in her purring, drawling voice, sending shudders up and down Edelgard’s spine. “Makes me want to look my best for you.”

"Stop that," she snapped, and Hilda grinned up at her, before lowering her head down.

"Stop what?" Hilda asked innocently, her words washing against the pale crook of her neck. Edelgard was caught off guard when her lips descended onto her tender skin, pressing the softest of kisses against it. Her breathing hiked up sharply at the soft contact of those plump, kissable lips against her sensitive neck, and it only got more intense when Hilda did it again, and then again, her lips pushing against the flesh of her neck and carefully trailing upward.

"T-that," Edeglard said shakily, trying to hold back as Hilda pressed fluttering kisses up the line of her neck, following the natural contours and curves in a way that made her body quiver with anticipation. Edelgard had no idea that necks could be so sensitive to one's touch, but she was learning it first-hand as Hilda made her way up, her lips like the softest of cushions as they pressed down. She kissed at the hollow of her throat and over the minute bulges as she swept up, her nose nuzzling against the skin, her hot breath washing over her in sultry puffs that made her skin prickle.

“Did you know the tailor’s got the nicest Adrestian lace in stock?" Hilda asked abruptly, her lips still inches from Edelgard's neck. It was enough to snap her out of the momentary lull she found herself in, and she flushed hard as she frowned. It was but a momentary thing, however, as Hilda's lips were soon pressed back down, trailing up toward the curve of her jaw.

Edelgard gulped. “No? I don’t -”

“Lace underclothes, that is,” Hilda followed smoothly, her voice coming out in a murmur as she spoke against her neck. “I’ve never really considered red, but I think it could be pretty hot if I grabbed some nice, red, silk lace and wore it - I think it’d fit me pretty well.” 

The pink-haired girl pulled back briefly, just long enough for her hands to come up and pop open the collar of her blouse, allowing her to pretend to look down her shirt. “I think red might look really good on me. What do you think, Edelgard? Would red look good on top of me?”

She went back down immediately after locking eyes with Edelgard, her gaze coy and sly. Her lips returned to pressing wet kisses along her neck, sweeping up to the underside of her jaw and peppering the rounded curves with little wet marks in the shape of her lips. 

She swallowed thickly. “Uhm…”

“Though, I mean, red might show up under my blouse,” Hilda murmured matter-of-factly, her lips rising to the edge of Edelgard's jaw. She could lock eyes with the pink-haired girl if she wanted to, but she wisely looked away. "Since it’s pretty sheer. Doesn’t leave much to the imagination, and I wouldn’t want to be flashing all my teammates. Some of them are total perves, let me tell you.”

“...That might be bad, yes,” Edelgard managed, the combination of soft, wet kisses against her sensitive neck and the grinding in her lap proving enough to ruin her concentration. Hilda rubbed actively, ass swivelling back and forth, plump thighs closing around Edelgard's waist and tugging her in nice and close, making her cock swell and rise to even greater heights than before. At the same time Hilda kissed around her jawline, rotating down to the other side of her neck and moving down, treating both sides to the same treatment. 

“I don’t mind flashing some of my teammates, though,” Hilda said. Her hands came up and grabbed Edelgard's hovering pair, which had, so far, done nothing in her hesitation. They were guided down to Hilda's hips, and once in place, Edelgard couldn't hold herself back. her hands firmly grasped the broad, childbearing hips, fingers squeezing into her uniform and pushing down against plush flesh, and Hilda groaned appreciatively. “And maybe, if you’re lucky, you can see what it looks like on me.”

Edelgard just grunted at first, her body running hot from Hilda’s ministrations. She felt oddly primal at that moment, almost hungry, and as the schoolgirl bounced and ground in her lap, it only got more intense. The smell of Hilda’s shampoo was strong in her nostrils as her pink head hovered just below her, making her desire flare up inside her chest. The interaction was making her want to do things she’d never considered before, things that seemed wrong and yet so right, and it set her teeth on-edge.

But still, Edelgard tried to maintain her sensibility, and said, “that doesn’t seem like a good use of your time, Hilda.”

“I think it does,” Hilda purred, suckling at a particularly sensitive spot of Edelgard’s neck and making her gasp. Teeth nipped at her porcelain skin, and the hard contact made Edelgard’s lust rise up hard, her hips bucking unconsciously. It added a little extra friction to grinding action, and her dick pulsed hard. “Here’s an idea - why don’t you come with me? I’ve never tried on Adrestian lace before, and I could use some expert help in putting it on. Wouldn’t want to chafe my skin - I’ve done that before, let me tell you!”

Edelgard suppressed a shudder, remembering the vision of her delightful body from the day before and trying not to let it overwhelm her. “Hilda -”

“And I can make this so much better for you, too,” Hilda said more gutturally, her voice dropping as her lips kissed up toward her ear. “Wouldn’t you like that?”

“I - well -”

“I know you would, Edelgard. Your body is too honest.” Hilda grinned, pulling away from Edelgard’s fully flushed neck. Her pink eyes travelled up and down the long line of her neck, and a smirk rose to her lips. “You look pretty good like that, Edie .”

Edelgard glanced down, and cursed when she realized that her neck was fully covered in pink marks in the vague shape of Hilda’s lips, with sections of her pale skin going red and ruddy from the constant suckling and nipping. She looked like - well, like a girl that had just been ravenously making out, letting someone neck her for a great deal longer than she should have. The sight didn’t repulse her, though, as it would when she saw others; instead, it made her passions flare up and her cock pulse hard, and she rolled her shoulders to try and push back the tingling sensation.

“You’re a little minx,” Edelgard accused, grinding her teeth together.

“Maybe,” Hilda giggled, pulling off of Edelgard entirely. Edelgard was left wincing as her hips bucked into the open air, desperately seeking the hard friction that was no longer there. She frowned upward as Hilda rose up and dusted off her skirt, making the entire encounter seem almost casual.

“What are you doing?” Edelgard asked, carefully examining her almost obscenely tented-out skirt.

“Aw, did you want me to continue?” She cooed coquettishly, eyelashes fluttering. Her hands swept behind the small of her back and she leaned forward, breasts hanging down inside her blouse. 

“I - Ugh. Hardly.”

“Well, if that’s the case - I guess we’ll just have to end this here.” Hilda winked, and Edelgard scowled, feeling her anger rise up. “You might want to clean up before you leave - and take care of that. ”

Hilda’s finger pointed down at the bulge threatening to poke through her skirt. “Or maybe, if you let me skip class tomorrow…”

“Just - just go,” Edelgard snapped, realizing that she couldn’t keep Hilda from leaving even if she wanted to - she couldn’t just chase her out of the stables with her neck so marked up, and her libido running so hot. 

“I knew we could come to an agreement,” Hilda laughed, and winked.

Agreements and arrangements were made for several assignments and tasks afterward, with Hilda always managing to persuade Edelgard with lips against her neck, and a body part between her thighs, rubbing and grinding. A hand there, a plump thigh there, squeezing and rubbing, the friction so intense that it made Edelgard’s inexperienced mind fizzle out and overwhelm her. Lips danced upon her sensitive neck, leaving marks and hickeys so intense that soon Edelgard was popping her collar up to hide them, much to Hilda’s glee. The Alliance noble was careful, though, and never seemed to give Edelgard any more than she wanted to; she only engaged when she needed something, when it benefited her, and Edelgard was just along for the ride.

Without fail, Hilda pulled away whenever Edelgard got into it, whenever it was like the leader was finally giving in to the touch and press of her body, she’d stop it. She was toying with Edelgard, the Lord could realize it, and she knew exactly how far to go each time to maximize the effect she had. She was playing Edelgard like a fiddle, and it made her frustrations rise up greater and greater. She didn’t let it show on her face or in her actions, and Hilda was none the wiser, but it was undeniable that she was riling her up more than she cared for.

It was almost like Hilda thought she had Edelgard eating out of the palm of her hand - as if she could do whatever she wanted to if she flashed her assets, waved her ass, and kissed her for a little bit. Edelgard didn’t do much more than tolerate it, because, at the end of the day, she took no small amount of pleasure out of it. Maybe it was her lack of any real protest or hardness toward Hilda’s advances that led her to pushing the envelope further and further, always looking for something else, playing with Edelgard as if she was under her thumb.

“Hilda,” Edelgard hissed, “we’re in the middle of a battlefield .”

“We’re not on the front lines,” Hilda purred, leaning right up against Edelgard, her breasts pushing into her narrow shoulder and modest bust. The white-haired girl was pushed back against a nearby tree, out of sight from the rest of the Black Eagles and away from the front lines. The battle had changed direction quickly when the thieves had fled with the ores down to the west, so the Professor had changed the formation up for the flanking wing of the team to chase them down while the former vanguard - Edelgard and Hilda, mainly - were left as the rearguard.

Something that Hilda, clearly, thought she could benefit from. 

“There’s time,” she continued, almost pinning the smaller girl against the hard bark of the tree. “I just want to talk, anyways.”

“Why do I doubt that?”

Hilda smiled. “It’s the truth! I want to talk about, you know, maybe keeping me off the team next time we have a combat mission?”

Edelgard sighed, and rolled her eyes. “Hilda, one, that’s not just my decision, and two, you’re still a functioning member of this team -”

“But using an axe makes my hands all rough and gritty,” Hilda bemoaned, setting her hand against Edelgard’s leg as she had several times before. Almost instantly it made her cock prickle up and rise, filling out her red stockings around its girth. “And it chips my nails. These hands are way better suited for doing other things, instead.”

Edelgard squeezed her lilac eyes shut as Hilda found the lump of her cock and applied pressure. She hissed out from between her teeth, rapidly looking left and right to make sure that there was no one nearby, before directing a full glare at Hilda. “That’s not an excuse, Hilda.”

“Are you sure?” 

Hilda kept going, slipping under her skirt. Her hand roved up her inner thigh, massaging the bulge of her dick, sending tingles of pleasure up the semi-stiff log. It made Edelgard hiss lightly, which only got more intense as Hilda travelled up. Her hand continued to move, slipping off her cock and pulling up, reaching the waistband of her stockings and snapping at them with her dainty, painted nails. Edelgard's eyes got even wider as she felt fingers trace along the smooth expanse of her pelvis, realizing just where Hilda was going, and her voice came out in a hiss.

"Absolutely not, Hil - da - ah ." Edelgard's words transitioned into a low groan as her hands delved down into her stockings, fingers wrapping around her cock with the kind of smoothness that could only come with experience. It was her very first time having someone else’s hand wrapped around her dick, and it was enough to make her briefly see stars; the pleasure was near overwhelming, the soft, velvety touch of her fingers surpassing anything Edelgard could have imagined. They were sinfully soft as they surrounded her girth, gently enveloping it and taking it into her palm.

“Mmmm,” Hilda hummed. “I don’t think your body agrees with you, Edie. ”

Edelgard panted as the hand caressed her dick, unable to formulate a proper protest as Hilda tugged it out of red stockings. Her cock was held tight by the clinging fabric, meant to prevent compromising situations during her stay at school, and it worked even now as Hilda tried to pull it free. And yet, she worked like an expert, freeing it from the clinging confines with deft rolls of her wrist, successfully extracting the truncheon of a cock and allowing it to flop free into the open air. It was the first time for that, too, and Edelgard gasped as the cool air hit the warm flesh of her prickling cock, making it somehow feel stiffer.

“Wow,” Hilda breathed, her eyes wide as she held the dick in her hand. “You’re big. I’m impressed, Edelgard - I can’t say I’ve seen something like this before.”

She leaned in, smirking down at Edelgard. “I don’t know why you would keep this hidden. Something like this deserves to be treated right.”

Even further, her lips trailing against Edelgard’s ear. Her teeth briefly nipped against the outer shell, drawing a fluttering sigh from the white-haired girl’s lips. “You’ll let me, won't you?”

Edelgard only swallowed roughly as the girl all but did as she pleased, bringing her hand up in a long, languorous stroke, rolling the stiff shaft of flesh in her hand from base to tip. Her vision went almost hazy at the awesome sensations washing through her broad length, her cock singing with bliss at the touch of a soft, feminine hand. Her silky palm glided along her shaft, caressing the many throbbing inches and soothing the aching length that Hilda had been leaving needy after so many encounters. Her cocktip was an angry red colour, in harsh contrast to the pale porcelain of her cockmeat; an indication of her sexual frustration. 

“Doesn’t my soft hand feel nice?” Hilda drawled into her ear, her voice as thick as honey. “It would be a shame to make it all rough and calloused.”

“P-perhaps,” Edelgard allowed, a hiss leaving her lips. Hilda leaned in closer, breasts squishing against her body and bulging outward away from the point of contact until it looked like her blouse would bust apart. Hilda’s thigh came up between her legs even as she pumped and stroked at her dick, the soft, plump limb acting like a heavenly cushion as it rose up and rubbed against her idly, heightening her stimulation. Everything about the girl seemed soft and plush, like the stuffed bears that Edelgard so adored.

“You can be all stoic, but I know what you want,” Hilda giggled, pressing a kiss against Edelgard’s jawline. 

“I-is that so?”

“It is,” Hilda purred. Her hand tugged at her fat length of cock, stroking it from base to tip and back again, her fingers squeezing and tapping away at the engorged girth. Her veins thrummed pleasantly, her cock pulsating in response to the tight grip of her fingers, the friction proving to be one of the best things Edelgard had ever felt. Hilda’s technique, though seemingly a simple back and forth motion, was masterful in execution, and for the inexperienced girl, it was bliss. “Unlike the others, your body is far more honest than your appearance. You look stiff and uptight, but that’s just because you haven’t had someone to show you how it’s done, yet.”

“The others?” Edelgard grunted, her gloves digging into the bark behind her, inadvertently causing the white silk to fray. 

Hilda hummed a little tune. “Dimitri is just so uptight, and kinda loopy. And Claude - well, he’s too clever.”

Edelgard almost wanted to snort in derision. “So I’m your third bet, huh?”

“Hey, I didn’t know we’d be so… compatible. ” Hilda smirked. “You’re good at keeping secrets, but I’m better at finding them out.”

As if, Edelgard mocked internally, but outwardly was unable to do anything other than groan as Hilda ran her hand along her inexperienced cock, stroking her fully and totally. Her fingers wrapped around the broad, bulbous head whenever she reached the tip, her thumb pressing into the spongy glans, making Edelgard gasp and wince at the touch. She felt like she was unable to put up a fight as her cock was tugged and massaged by the silky hand, the up and down rubbing of her fingers almost too much to bear. Though it took some time for Hilda to stroke all the way along the dick, such was Edelgard’s length, she did so with a perfect grip and level of pressure, enough for the Lord to tilt her head back in pleasure.

“See? Told you your body is honest,” Hilda husked, her voice low and throaty. It sent a tremor of desire through Edelgard’s body, like nothing that she’d never felt before. “It knows what it wants, and I’d be happy to help it out - as long as you help me out.”

Her hand moved up and down smoothly, almost bouncing Edelgard’s cock along as she stroked the entire fat, throbbing length. Veins pulsed within the tight seal of her fingers, making her lust and desire for the friction-filled contact painfully clear. Edelgard found herself breathing harder and harder as it went on, the stiff flesh of her cock rolling and shifting as the soft hand rubbed against all of her. She spread the pressure of her fingers around evenly, squeezing down occasionally, drawing more intense throbs and pulses from her aching slab of cockmeat. Her balls tingled, the desire and urge of release welling up hard and fast inside of Edelgard - harder and faster than she would have believed, making her face turn red and her pale lips part in silent gasps.

And then Hilda was pulling away with a coy smirk, abruptly separating from Edelgard and leaving a great deal of space between them. The white-haired girl could only gasp, her dick throbbing powerfully and potently, craving more of the hard contact, the silky feel of Hilda’s hand - but it was gone. Her swollen balls thrummed with the need to cum, aching bad enough to make Edelgard’s jaw tense, and her fingers tightened and clenched. 

“ Hilda - ”

“Edelgard,” the girl replied quickly and mischievously, head tilted. Her pink twin tails hung down around her, trailing against her curves in a way that drew the eye.

“You can’t just start something you won’t finish -”

“Like I said,” she cut in, “I help you out, if you help me out.” She leaned back in, her finger prodding at Edelgard’s obscenely swollen cockhead before quickly dragging up the length of her broad girth and slipping away. “So maybe next time you can take me off the active roster, and I’ll show you what I can really do, hm?”

She stepped back. “Besides, I can’t get my hands all sticky and dirty right now - you know, gotta use my axe, and all.” 

“You’re not serious -”

“Oh, is that the Professor I hear?” Hilda asked mischievously, finger on her chin, and Edelgard’s eyes widened in panic. “Guess it’s time for us to join in, again. You should pull your pants up, before someone sees that big, throbbing thing hanging out. We should just leave that between you and me.”

Edelgard grit her teeth, and glared. “...If that’s how you want to play it, fine. So be it.”

“We need to do something about Hilda,” Hubert murmured to her some days later, his tone as conspiratorial as ever. “She’s been skipping out more and more, and trying to pass off her duties to others. She isn’t an asset to - Lady Edelgard? Is everything quite alright?”

“Hm?” Edelgard pulled her attention away from Hilda, who sat across the room talking amicably with Petra and Dorothea. She had one lock of her hair bundled around her finger, and was twirling it around idly. “Er- yes, it is.”

“You seemed distant, for a moment.”

“It was thinking.” Her eyes drifted over Hilda’s form, which was set in profile to her. She could see the tremendous curves of her buxom frame, and the faintest tinge of red lace underneath the clear, white fabric of her blouse, which sent throbs down to her dick. “Continue.”

“Hilda has missed a total of three classes, two assignments, three tasks, one practice, and any sort of cleaning detail. It’s extremely unbecoming for any member of the Black Eagles, and we wouldn’t want her slovenly ways to pass off on the others.” Hubert glowered. “And I don’t trust her.”

“Why’s that?” Edelgard murmured, running her tongue over her pale lips as she watched Hilda lean back in her seat, a tiny mirror set on the desk before her. She popped out a slim tube of lipstick, clutching it between her dainty fingers, and swivelled it until a neat line of pink poked free. With slow and careful finesse it was raised to Hilda’s perfectly plump lips, which had been pushed out in an inviting pout, and was set against the plush flesh. She carefully, slowly rolled the lipstick around, the spongy skin bending along with the measured movements. 

Edelgard licked her lips in synchrony, the memory of the kisses that Hilda had left on her neck and jawline - and the subsequent fumbling Edelgard had done when trying to wipe it all away - rising up hot and heavy in her mind. It sent trembles down to her cock, a ghost of the memory of the friction that Hilda had assaulted it with. Her hand slipped downward, hovering down, almost reaching toward her cock - almost, but she pulled herself back at the last moment, blinking rapidly.

“She’s manipulative,” Hubert was saying, and Edelgard cast her blinking gaze toward him. “And I can’t figure why she’s here, or what she wants.”

“...What, indeed,” Edelgard muttered, almost sneering to herself. “That might not be quite in so much of a question.”

“What do you mean by that, Lady Edelgard?”

“Nothing to concern yourself with, Hubert - not yet.”

He pursed his lips. “As you say. Still, she’s an issue.”

“I’ll talk to her,” Edelgard told him, staring at Hilda’s freshly painted lips. They glistened in the low light, making Edelgard want to just dive right in and pull them between her teeth. “I’ll figure something out.”

Edelgard did think of something, though it wasn’t quite what Hubert would have had in mind, nor was it truly a solution for the problem at hand - rather, it was a solution for Edelgard’s problem, which was her aching, needy cock. Perhaps, she was thinking more with her dick than she should have been; but Hilda riled her up far too much, and the previous day’s blue-balling was enough to stop her from thinking straight and proper. She needed fulfillment, and so she made the decision to drop Hilda from the next day’s combat roster, in exchange for her finishing off what she’d started.

Hilda was almost gleeful when she arrived in Edelgard’s room, and as the white-haired heiress to the Adrestian Empire began to regal the pink-haired girl with her thoughts on letting her stay behind during their next combat exercise, her hand was already halfway down her stockings. Her cock had been fished out in no time flat, with Hilda’s eyes gleaming at her apparent success in getting the future Emperor to follow along with her whims, and she was soon stroking the length of her cock as she knelt between her legs. Edelgard had opted to sit on her bed instead of standing, and the sight of the pink-haired girl on her knees before her was a rather enticing one, she had to admit - but it was matched by the feel of her hand gliding along her cock, satiating her raging urges.

“Hubert was talking about you, again,” Edelgard informed her, surprising a sigh at the touch of her hands. Hilda pumped and stroked the beefy length with both of them at the same time, kneeling properly between Edelgard’s legs almost as if in supplication. Her head wasn’t that far away from the jutting length, and when she breathed out, she felt her hot breath wash over her sensitive girldick.

“Oh? What was dear old Hubert saying this time?” Hilda was smirking as she spoke, clearly not caring at all about Hubert, and entirely unaware of the damage he could cause to her. It didn’t matter to Edelgard, though, not when her hands were pumping and stroking like that. 

“He doesn’t trust you,” Edelgard said, her voice just shy of a whisper. “Thinks you’re not pulling your weight.”

“Oh, I think I am,” Hilda replied smugly, her hands rolling up and down the cock. They twisted as they worked, massaging broad sections of dickmeat at a time, enough to make the Lord shudder. 

“So you would think,” Edelgard replied derisively, smirking. “But it’s up to me to convince him…”

“Oh, ” Hilda purred. “I see. Well, let’s up the ante, then, hm? And then you can tell Hubert how productive I am.”

“We’ll see,” Edelgard murmured, watching with wide, ravenous eyes as Hilda’s head dipped down. She wasn’t sure what she expected, but when Hilda’s mouth touched down on her slab of dickmeat, she was left groaning in delight. Her plump, perfect lips caressed the meat of her shaft just as they did to her neck, but it felt far better on her hypersensitive length - it was soothing and gratifying all at once, and she shuddered in delight.

“What a nice taste,” Hilda husked, her lips a millimeter from the dick. Her lips touched down in a wet, pouty kiss, the fat laps moulding against the broad girth. The light, fluttering contact drew a sigh from Edelgard’s lips and a small throb from her dick, and it was the start of much to come as Hilda pressed in close and kissed her again, and then again. She rose up the swollen flank of the dick, pressing wet kisses along in a vertical line, moving around her still-pumping fingers as she kissed. She soothed the monstrously swollen meat with her soft mouth, each kiss getting harder and heavier as she pressed in firmly, letting her cushiony lips go flat as suckled at sections of porcelain flesh.

As she rose toward the tip her head swivelled, and the bulbous tip was pushed into the pillows of her lips. Edelgard groaned at the contact, and Hilda smiled despite the cocktip pressed against her mouth. Her lips parted, surrounding the dick’s crown in a plush embrace of heavenly soft skin, and future Emperor sighed. The plump, soft lips surrounded her head completely in the softest of seals, and as they pushed down over the bulbous and obscenely swollen tip, she was left groaning. They wrapped snug and firm around her, holding her tight and fast, giving Hilda a good grip before she started to move.

Her head pushed down smoothly, taking several inches of the cock into her mouth, and Edelgard gasped as her dick entered the warm, damp heat of a girl’s mouth. The pleasure was immense, almost overwhelming, enough for her voice to rise up in a louder exclamation of pleasure and delight. It was an intense feeling, a haze of heat and wetness, and as her sensitive cock was pushed through the sopping heat, her body tingled and quivered. Hilda’s fat cocksuckers formed a tight seal as she pushed herself down, taking the cock into her inch by inch, letting the too-pale disappear between the pink-painted lips at a pace that was exciting to watch.

So that’s what that feels like, Edelgard thought, biting down on her lip. She stared as her cock pushed into Hilda’s mouth, watching as her cheeks filled out with the dense slab of cockmeat, feeling the softness of her slimy tongue as it pressed against the many inches jammed between her lips. Her tongue slapped wetly against her girth, pushing into the stiff flesh with the squishy muscle, curving and flexing around the swollen cock with skill. It swirled around her cock and traced along the veins protruding from the stiff flesh, tracing little patterns and circles into her girth before sweeping around it and giving it long, full licks. Edelgard was left in awe at the skill and deftness of her tongue, unaware that someone could move it so well.

Her cockhead was sent brushing up against her spongy inner cheek, causing it to bulge outward just like Hilda had pantomimed a while back. Edelgard let out a shaky sigh, and Hilda's eyes flicked upward, gleaming as they locked onto her lilac irises. The sight of that - of Hilda staring up at her while her cock was jammed between her lips - made her arousal burn hotter, her cock swelling and surging with need. As the schoolgirl went down further on her broad girth, taking half the monstrous length between her fat lips, the dickhead was sent even deeper, sliding against the roof of her jaw before pressing into the entrance of her throat.

That seemed to be enough for Hilda, as she was soon retracting off the dick, pulling up back toward the tip. Her lips held fast around it, pulling along with her extraction, rolling over the now glistening sheen that lubricated her pale cock. She popped off with a loud, wet noise, and Hilda immediately ran her tongue over her lips while her hand resumed its lewd stroking. It rolled up the saliva-slicked shaft, letting the light amount of liquid squelch between her tightly clasped fingers as she stroked all the way back up to the zenith of the towering obelisk before going back down again.

"Gosh," Hilda giggled, "I really love a nice, big dick."

"Of course you do," Edelgard chuckled lowly, her voice coming off as a guttural growl.

"I have no idea what you're insinuating," the girl drawled in reply, "but... I think I like it. I bet we can have lots of fun together, Edelgard."

She leaned down, her lips kissing down against the broad girth once again. Her tongue slipped out of her mouth moments later and slapped down against the cock, and soon Edelgard was treated to the sight of that tongue rolling up her shaft in a long, slow lick, the flat of it covering a wide portion of her meaty slab at one time. Her head rolled and neck swerved as she licked, moving along with the forward motion of her tongue, as if she was pulling her tongue up the shaft. It pulled off with a squelching noise, but it was soon back down against her, slurping away at her many throbbing inches with almost whorish vigour.

"Oh, my," Edelgard sighed, her gloved hand falling down on Hilda's pink hair. She massaged her scalp as her tongue lapped at her dick, rolling against the hardness and leaving lines of saliva in her wake. It rolled down the length in thick droplets and lewd strings, and there was always more being added as Hilda slurped away with gusto, her tongue reaching out to caress the many throbbing inches. It curled and flexed around her, sweeping out to cover every last square inch of too-pale cockmeat, her face leaning in and her nose brushing up against the top of her shaft as if she were trying to inhale it.

Her fingers tightened in Hilda's silky pink hair as she licked and suckled at her cock, her plump lips pulling in hard cockflesh and suckling at it like it was her neck. Her teeth grazed it as she rose up, trailing along it when she moved toward the tip, her hand racing up after her. Saliva rolled over her fingers as she squeezed firmly, drawing a series of flutters from her cock. Her hand continued to pump and stroke as her mouth clamped back down around the thick head and she pushed herself down, gobbling up inch after inch with a smooth roll of her head, making Edelgard moan contentedly. 

Hilda rose up and down, her head bobbing along the dick in rough timing with her stroking hand, pulling at the needy dick between her lips. She squeezed down against the swollen midsection of the girlcock whenever she passed it, letting the surges of gratification sweep through her like an electric wave, while those fat, perfect cocksuckers caressed the rest of her. She went down far, taking much of her into her mouth as she slurped and suckled, her saliva gurgling and churning within the damp cavern as she rocked her head back and forth. Edelgard's fingers got tighter around her hair as the girl went down on her, eyelids fluttering and teeth digging into her lip as her pleasure mounted.

"Oh, you're so good at this," Edelgard praised lewdly, "so good on your knees. Maybe you do have a role on this team after all..."

Hilda made a noise, but with the dick between her lips, it sounded exceedingly slutty. She pumped away at the hard rod while her head bobbed up and down, the combined assault once more making Edelgard feel hot and needy, her fat, heavy balls beginning to pulse insistently. Her body knew what it wanted, and Edelgard was swiftly becoming accustomed to that sheer want - something she'd hardly considered before, but with someone like Hilda in the offering, ready to grant her sexual reprieve in exchange for a lax workload - well, Edelgard could certainly think of a few schedules they could maintain, a way of efficiently handling the exchange -

And then Hilda popped off her cock with an obscene popping noise, a smirk on her lips. Edelgard gasped and started up, her fantasy lost as her cock exited the warmth of her mouth, and the hand squeezing down around her pulled away. She watched bemusedly as Hilda wiped her lips with the back of her wrist, tidying up the saliva that was still matting her chin and hanging down in lewd ropes. A few dripped down into her parted blouse, slipping between her cleavage and quickly becoming lost in the lush expanse. She panted as she stared, her cock angry and throbbing, and her frustration welled up hard and fast.

"Why did you stop?" She demanded, her jaw tightening and brow furrowing, her voice defaulting to her regal, Emperor-persona. 

"Fair exchange, Edelgard." Hilda winked. "Get Hubert off my back, and I'll show you how I really swallow dick."

She swiped her finger against the underside of her vascular shaft, making Edelgard groan. She eyed the finger carefully, eyes catching on the pink ring that marked the swollen midsection of her cock - the line where Hilda’s tightly clasping lips had wrapped around the hardest, leaving the imprint of her lipstick against her too-pale girth. The sight made her clench her teeth, grinding together her molars out of frustration, her cock pulsating angrily. 

“I said I’d take you off the combat roster -”

“So I gave you a BJ,” Hilda said flippantly, smoothing her skirt down as she rose up. “But a good girl can’t go all the way without assurances, you know? But, if you do a good job, I’ll promise to take care of you next time.” 

She winked as she turned on her heel, her skirt flaring and her hair whipping around. “I should get going - it would be pretty scandalous if we were noticed in here for so long together, alone, you know? See you later, Edelgard!”

Edelgard saw red - red like she was in combat, like she was furious at her ‘uncle’, like so many things, and yet so rarely affected her like she was at present. Hilda’s constant teasing and flippancy, her endless desire to toy around with Edelgard like she was a nice little doll she could order around as she saw fit - it made her furious. She moved instinctually as Hilda retreated, a skip in her step; she rose up as fast as a viper and her hand lashed out, grabbing hold of one of Hilda’s long, silky twintails, and wrapping her fist around it. She pulled hard, and Hilda yelped as her head was yanked backward by Edelgard, her hair stretching and pulling at her scalp. 

“Ede- gard - ow! - What -”

Edelgard tugged Hilda back with a low, throaty growl, using her hair as she would rein on a horse. Her neck craned back as she stumbled, her momentum entirely halted by Edelgard’s awesome strength - she might not have looked like it, but years of fighting with an axe lent her considerable power. She used it to haul on Hilda’s hair and tug her against her body, and then, just as quickly, forced Hilda against the wall of her room. She hit it with a muffled thump and a loud yelp, her fleshy body slammed against the wall in one firm shove. Edelgard’s fist twisted around the long tail of hair and wrapped it up firmly, using it as a leash, before shoving down on Hilda’s head and forcing her cheek flat against the wall.

“You’re such a fucking tease,” Edelgard hissed, jaw tense. “Riling me up all the time, trying to get a rise out of me - is this what you wanted, Hilda?”

“Wow, Edelgard,” the girl tried to giggle, “I didn’t know you had this in you - Eep! ”

Edelgard cut her off by firmly applying pressure, mashing her face into the wall before her. Her cheek went flat as her head was forced down by the relentless pushing of her hand, and Hilda’s eyes went wide out of surprise. “That’s enough out of you.”

Her free hand came down hard and fast, too fast for Hilda to follow. It slapped down against the fleshy curve of her ass, hard enough to make the flesh dip down around her palm. A loud, though somewhat muffled, clap rang out through the room, and Hilda yelped. Her back arched, her ass thrust toward the hand that had so powerfully slapped it, and with a guttural chuckle, Edelgard repeated the motion, bringing her hand down hard and fast against the fat ass in front of her.

“Enjoying that, Hilda?” Edelgard smirked, pressing up against her just as Hilda had done to her before. Her cock pushed into the fabric of her skirt, the monstrously engorged shaft rubbing up against the soft curves. 

“I -”

“Rhetorical question,” Edelgard snapped a moment later. “I know you are, you little cocktease.”

Her hand pulled at Hilda's skirt, roughly flipping it up over the creamy, doughy curves of her fat ass, and her hand came right back down on the exposed curves with a lusty smack. The sound rang through the room, loud and meaty, and the plump flesh under hand wobbled away from the point of impact in a way that was oh-so-visually gratifying. Her hand immediately began to tug at Hilda's undergarments, roughly tugging her panties over the tremendous curves of her ass, and the pink-haired girl made a noise.

"E-Edelgard, what -"

Edelgard slammed her hard against the wall, forcing her face flat against it. "I'm taking exactly what you've been teasing me with for so long."

Edelgard didn't even pay attention to HIlda as she squirmed against the wall, her ass wiggling left and right as if she were going to shift herself from Edelgard's grasp - she was just focused on the demands of her cock, the ache of her balls, and the furious frustrations welling up inside her because of Hilda's constant - infuriating - teasing. Her cock was hard and throbbing as she pushed it between the fat clefts of her ass, the silky mass caressing her aching length as she dragged it down toward her lower entrance with her hand. Whenever Hilda wiggled too much her hand snapped upward and grabbed a palmful of assflesh, pushing her forward against the wall as flesh bulged out between her tightly clamping fingers.

"But don't worry," Edelgard husked into Hilda's ear, watching as her pink eyes struggled to look down and glance at the cock pushing against her lower entrance, "if you're a good girl, I'll consider lightening up your duties tomorrow."

She was chuckling as she slammed the full length of her cock inside Hilda's cunt in one hard motion, driving every last throbbing inch of saliva-coated cockmeat into her steaming depths with the force of a battering ram. Hilda squealed like a stuck pig, her eyes wide and her backside arching inward in a perfect 'C' shape, unable to cope with having such a monstrous-sized cock jammed tightly inside her. The pleasure of being almost balls-deep inside a fresh, warm pussy was almost enough for Edelgard to see stars again, enough to make her body tingle with electric bliss so intense it made her mind hazy, but she was far beyond that passive state - All of the teasing and frustration had risen up inside her like an angry beast, and nothing but frustration guided her. 

"Fuck, that's tight," Edeglard groaned, grinding her hips against the fat ass pushing against her pelvis. The copious amount of assflesh squished against her taut abdomen as she rolled her hips, and the outer flesh moved in lewd synchrony to her inner walls, which bent and squirmed as her cock grinding into them. Liquid warmth pooled around her cock like an ocean of warmth, as if her pussy was filled to the brim with arousal. "I'd have thought a cocktease like you would have been far looser, but it's no matter. As a good House Leader, I'll do the task myself."

She extracted a good portion of her cock with just as rough a tug of her hips as she had entered, the meat pulling at the tight, clamping walls that hugged her so forcefully. Pink flesh rolled and squirmed around her as she extracted many glistening inches from her tight sheath, up to the pink lipstick line decorating her dick - and then drove it all back inside with cunt-shaking force, making Hilda groan and buck. Her hips collided with the jutting swell in a loud clap, the creamy skin crating inward for a long moment before snapping back into place with elastic intensity. 

“And you’re wet, too,” Edelgard husked, her voice dropping an octave. “You’re sopping wet - my, this is what you really wanted, isn’t it? A hard dick to show you who’s in charge, hm?”

"Oh, fuck!" Hilda cried, her words only a little bit hindered by the wall she was forced against. "Oh, that's - that's huge -"

"You know what? This time, flattery will get you somewhere," Edelgard chuckled, leaning in against Hilda's neck as her hips pulled back for another thrust. Her cock slammed through her spongey outer lips, forcing them wide around her pale girth as she jammed every last inch into her folds. The pink inner walls clearly had never taken something that big before, and were strained as they struggled to cope with all the dense, hard, virile cockmeat now filling them out. The inner membranes bulged out obscenely, clamping down hard and fast as if memorizing the shape of the hard shaft, but no amount of natural tightness was enough to dissuade Edelgard.

Edelgard felt as if she had been given a new lease on life, in fact, as her cock slammed into Hilda's cunt hard enough to make the experienced minx of a schoolgirl to shudder and tremble. It was like a switch had been toggled, like something was telling her exactly how to move and what to do, and even in her lack of experience she felt like she could run a marathon - a marathon of fucking, right into Hilda. Her cock slammed upward, spearing through hot, spongey folds with enough force to drive the breath from Hilda's lungs in audible puffs, her cock-tip driving through the sweltering depths and roughly colliding with her cervix. 

"Goddess!" Hilda groaned, eyes wide as her innermost barrier was slammed against with the force of a weapon hitting home, the spongy entrance dipping and bending around the shape of Edelgard's bulbous cock-tip. "E-Edelgard, that's - that's too mu -"

Edelgard's fingers tangled in her hair even more, pulling and stretching the luscious pink locks away from her scalp, while her hand came crashing down against her ass in another powerful clap. "Oh? Maybe you're not as experienced as I thought, if you're falling apart once you get a cock inside you."

"I-I'm -" Hilda whimpered. "You're so big - you’re hitting my womb - "

"Of course I am," Edelgard growled, "I'm the Heir to the Adrestian Empire, and you're never going to get better." Her words were spoken directly into Hilda's ear, and the girl visibly shuddered. "I'll make damn sure of it."

Her hips pulled back, extracting the majority of her fat, swollen shaft, before she sent them careening against the curvy backside before her and drove her iron-hard spear right through her body. Each thrust forced Hilda closer against the wall, each smack sending her body rushing forward against the hard surface. Each time Edelgard thrust she literally fucked Hilda into the wall, her hips slamming down with so much force that Hilda was helpless against it. Her fat ass went concave as the machine-like bucks forced it flat time and time again, until soon there was no time for it to spring back into position before the next thrust. 

Folds squelched and inner juices churned as the dick reamed them out, sliding through her silken tunnel at a pace that left them both in awe - Hilda because she'd never experienced such a thing before, and Edelgard because she'd never done it before; and it truly was an eye-opener for the smaller, slender girl. The feel of a hot cunt wrapped around her cock was truly heavenly, absolute bliss bathing her furiously aching cock and soothing her ravenous lusts with each thrust and pump. It wasn't quite enough to satiate her, but each thrust brought her closer to that blissful edge, and Edelgard happily rutted toward it with great strokes and broad pumps.

Hilda was just taken for the ride, and it was a ride that left her breathless and dizzy, her weight forced flat against the wall as Edelgard reamed her out over and over and over again. Her knees bent inward as she felt her legs too weak, her spine arching further and further and pushing her ass out ever more toward Edelgard - only for it to be fucked into the wall anyways, her bucking hips colliding with the generous flesh and forcing her into the wall. Her large breasts were similarly forced flat as she was pressed down firmly, her side-boob bulging out between the seal of her body and the wall in a way that was terribly lewd. The seams of her blouse were visibly stressed, threatening to snap at any moment.

“Not so teasing now, are you, Hilda?” Edelgard asked, her voice a breathy husk. “Turns out all you needed was a good dick to get you to finally shut up. ”

“I didn’t expect -” Hilda gasped, eyes squeezing shut as the fat cockhead slammed into her cervix hard enough to make her moan and grunt, the length of her cunt quivering against the entire length. Her folds were jammed-packed full of hard, dense cock, the lips visibly strained as they were stretched out obscenely wide around her girth. “Oh - oh, goddess -”

“She won’t help you,” Edelgard almost scoffed. “You’d better start learning to pray to me, instead. Especially if you plan on staying in the Black Eagles.”

Her hand pulled at Hilda’s hair, bringing her head away from the wall for a brief instant to bare the creamy skin of her neck. Edelgard’s lips beset the tender skin just as the girl had done to her, mimicking her actions like she was a natural-born prodigy. She was far rougher, however, nipping as often as she licked, biting as hard as she kissed; she left marks along her neck in no time at all, marring the once-unblemished expanse with bite-marks and love-bites that left Hilda groaning. So too did Edelgard’s cock, which slammed into her cunt at a pace that outmatched that of a racehorse, a constant bucking and slamming that was entirely at-odds with her slim and slender framework.

Hilda gasped weakly and wetly. “I didn’t - ngh - know y-you had this i-in you, Edel - oh, fuck - ”

Edelgard only laughed in reply, her hand roughly groping her meaty ass. She squeezed it powerfully, kneading the soft mass that she was so readily fucking into a pancake, abusing the softness like it was for her pleasure alone. She growled and grunted as she drove her hips forward, fucking Hilda into a sweaty mess against the wall, her fingers getting tighter and tighter in her hair. 

Her hips drove forward with punishing smacks and thrusts that made muffled claps ring through the room, the sound thick and heavy and undeniably lewd. Hilda was forced against the wall with each thrust, her body rebounding off the hard surface she was pounded into only to be fucked into it again - and again, and again. Her ass was nothing more than a comfortable mass for her Edelgard to rest upon, her hips briefly stopping on the plump curves before she resumed her intense fucking all over again. Her hand came down in the occasional smack and slap, sometimes just sinking into the tender mass and squeezing; flesh would bulge out between the silk-clad fingers in hearty rolls of doughy flesh, her palm sinking deeply into the sinfully pliant mass, using it as a toy.

“Did you think I’d be your toy, Hilda?” Edelgard asked mockingly, unable to restrain herself as her lust took hold. “I am no one’s puppet; never. But I’ll gladly use you like one, since that seems to be your intention.”

She laughed. “And what a good one you make.”

Hilda’s knees bent further and further inward as she was fucked hard enough to make her lose her balance, her legs close to numb from the repeated thrusts and bucks. Her insides quivered and roiled around the invading spear, clamping down frightfully hard as it slammed into depths at a pace that was impossible to cope with. She rocked against Edelgard as she was pounded into over and over, her curvy body shaking and rolling in the most whorish manner possible as the future Emperor’s dick slammed into her body with a furious intensity that didn’t seem to fit the slight princess - and yet, somehow, it did.

“Fuck me,” Hilda groaned, and whether or not it was a plea or a curse, it was impossible to say - but Edelgard was free to interpret it as she wished, and took it as a sign for her to continue railing Hilda out like the little whore she so often teased to be. Edelgard didn’t care that she was fucking a teammate like she was nothing more than an imperial concubine, and relished it far more than she would have believed herself possible of. The only thing that was stuck in her mind was fucking the pink-haired tease into a submissive heap, reaping everything that the girl had tilled and then some. 

“What a delectable body,” Edelgard groaned, jaw tight and brows furrowed as she slammed her hips forward in a ceaseless beat, like the drums of the Imperial Enbarr Cavalry. “Just perfect for a concubine like yourself.”

“I’m -” Hilda gasped “-glad you l-like it -”

Edelgard was suddenly and roughly tugging Hilda away from the wall, using her hair as a rein to pull her in. She was pulled away from the wall with Edelgard’s cock still embedded inside her, her neck extended backward and her back forming a harsh curve that made her fat chest and smooth belly just outward. Edelgard’s hips were still moving, still bucking and rolling against her slick snatch, while her hand freed itself from the plentiful mass and roved up with greedy intent. Her first act was to rip off Hilda’s skirt, barely caring about the clasp that held it in place and simply tearing it off to bear her lower body in all its curvy glory, and she smirked.

“You’re wearing far too many clothes to be in my room right now,” she told her in husky, clipped tones.

“Y-yeah?” Hilda stuttered, entirely breathless. “What a-are you going to do about - damn, that’s big - it?”

“As if I need to explain myself to you,” Edelgard told her roughly, her hand rising up over the smooth expanse of Hilda’s torso. Her hand ran through the line of buttons keeping her strained uniform in check, allowing for some of them to pop out of place - but not nearly enough, and soon her fingers were hooking into the parted collar that had teased her for so many encounters, and she pulled with a hard, ragged motion. Buttons popped all along the width of her torso, some buttons literally flying out under the strain and stress, and Edelgard’s hands were instantly running over her bare skin. 

Sweat slicked her stomach, making Edelgard’s glove grow damp - but she hardly cared as she felt up the curvy body underneath it, and quickly rose up to the fat, plump chest that her eyes were practically glued to. She was wearing a frilly pink bra, the cups stiff and the wire strong to keep the heavy mounds propped up and forming a tantalizing cleavage, but it proved no deterrent for Edelgard. She greedily sank her fingers into the hard cups, causing the pink bra to bend around her palm as she groped one of the full, plump tits, making Hilda sigh - but that sigh transitioned into a feral grunt as Edelgard’s hips bucked powerfully, her tempo unceasing despite the change in position.

Her hand twisted the bra, pulling it down and under Hilda’s egregious chest, letting the doughy mounds flop free. Her hand was on them in an instant, treating in the same way she had her ass - fingers stabbing into the plush expanse until they were knuckle-deep, her palm squishing down until flesh bulged out around it. She pinched a rosy-red nipple, making Hilda groan, before pulling back to slap the fat breast. The large, pillow-like tit wobbled just a tiny bit, its weight and heft not allowing for much movement, but Edelgard repeated the motion twice more just to watch them bounce before returning to groping.

“Edelgard,” Hilda whined, her face tight, and the Imperial Princess let out a shaky sigh. 

“Now, I do like it when you say my name like that,” she told her, lust thick in her voice. Edelgard’s eyes quickly scanned around the area for a place to touch down and continue what she was doing, and her eyes quickly fastened on her desk - filled with books and gear, but there was a small spot and - well, Edelgard didn’t really care. Her loins ached for motion, her cock burned for friction, and she craved more. 

She slammed Hilda down against it in a rush of movement, her chest squishing down against the hard, wood surface. Her head, chest, and the top of her ribcage were set against the desk, her weight braced up by her folded arms, but the rest of her was bent over it, her weight still braced on her weak knees. She cried out from Edelgard’s sheer roughness, but it was overpowered by the lustier cries that came with getting her snatch impaled by a cock the width of her wrist and the length of her forearm - or so it felt - and there was no protesting of her rough treatment.

Edelgard’s hand left her breast before she slammed her down, and she set it against her shoulders, feeling the softness of her skin and the tenseness of her muscles. She pushed Hilda down firmly as her hips moved back and forth, working her obscenely swollen shaft in and out of her sopping slit which dripped juices of arousal down onto the floor. Her cock mercilessly pounded into her insides, forcing out her pink walls again and again, her throbbing cocktip punching into her cervix so hard that Hilda gasped, eyes crossed over. 

Edelgard all but mounted Hilda as she slammed into her cunt, her hips slamming against the soft cushions of her ass hard enough for the flesh to go red. It wobbled and bounced as she laid into it with punishing jabs and thrusts, slamming her against the hard edge of the desk with merciless abandon. Hilda yelped and cried out as she was bent over and fucked like a cheap dockside prostitute, used up by the Imperial Princess like a toy, her breath coming out in gasps and pants that were audibly strained. Her body all but slumped against the desk, knees on the verge of buckling and her arms going slack, breasts squishing out underneath her as they were literally used as pillows. 

But it wasn’t enough for Edelgard - not even close. Her hand twisted around the length of hair in her hand and, in a sudden fit of speed and ravenous hunger, she reached out for the second of the twin-tails and collected it. Her fist twirled, collecting the strands and wrapping them around her hand, fingers held tight, before she yanked Hilda’s head back through the use of the makeshift reins. The pink-haired girl screeched as her head was hauled back all the way, her neck nearly bending backward, and her upper body just slightly lifting off the table as it followed along. 

“So that’s why you wear your hair like this,” Edelgard laughed, her eyes hazy and delirious with delight. Each thrust and pump into the silken channel of liquid warmth was enough made her cock sing with bliss, but she still wanted - needed - more. “For some hung stud to pull on while they’re fucking your brains out.”

“Oh, god, yes,” Hilda groaned, apparently incognizant of the words she spoke - or maybe it was the truth. Edelgard hardly cared, not when she was buried balls-deep inside her. 

Her hips came down in hard, heavy thrusts, her ridiculously swollen balls slapping against the length of Hilda’s swollen pussy with the same force as her cock, collecting strings of female arousal each time they slapped down. Wet, sticky strings connected with her balls and the flanks of her cock, connecting her to Hilda’s sopping snatch even when she pulled free of her grasping embrace. Her ass had long since gone red under the relentless thrusting, the shape of Edelgard’s slim, and yet dangerously potent hips now imprinted against the generous assfles in the same way that Hilda’s lipstick was marking up her cock.

The insides of her plush cunt had almost taken on the shape of her cock, too, or so Edelgard fancied. It was looser around her, not quite so tight as she thoroughly stretched it out with each full-bodied thrust that sent her smashing up against her womb, but it still felt absolutely wonderful. She actively pulled on Hilda’s hair as she worked herself in and out of the sopping slit, her massive slab of fuckmeat driving into her wet cunt with body-shaking thrusts that made the desk wobble and bump against the wall behind it. Her hair was pulled hard, tugged at the maximum possible distance she could manage until the pink strands were as taut as cords.

Hilda’s face was a mask of pleasure and heady delight, her teeth grit and eyes rolled back as her neck was stretched and hair was pulled. Her body rose off the desk she was bent over as Edelgard hauled on the makeshift reins, tugging her backward even as she pounded forward with body-shaking and cunt-filling thrusts that left her gasping. Wheezes left Hilda’s mouth as the bend of her throat made breathing difficult, and the pounding against her innermost barrier drove the air from her lungs; a double assault that left her breathless and oxygen-deprived. Her fingers curled and scrabbled at the desk underneath her, while her swollen sideboob bulged out along the flanks of her chest as her weight bore down. 

Edelgard leaned in more and more, really getting into Hilda as she stretched out her cunt and plundered her depths with her long, swollen meat. Her girldick plunged into the wet heat remorselessly, her pace never halting, never slowing, even as the minutes passed by with only the sounds of their groans and the lewd smacking of their nethers to mark them out. Each thrust and extraction produced wet, slurpy noises and sloppy squelches that wouldn’t have been out of place in a whorehouse and were entirely unsuited for the dorm room of the heir to Adrestia, but she didn’t care; she only cared about ramming her cock into Hilda’s pussy until the tease was fucked out of her, and she got a very clear message of who was in charge of who.

“So good,” Hilda cried in gasping words that were almost inaudible. She groaned as Edelgard’s hand clasped firmly against her broad, curvy hip and tugged her back against her fat slab of cockmeat, driving the girthy log right on through her soaking wet cunt with enough force to send all of her curves jiggling. “Y-You’re so - Edelgard, you’re -”

She pulled on her hair tighter, cutting off her speech as she grit her teeth and worked her hips furiously hard. “And to think you had more experience than me, and now you’re squealing like a whore in heat.”

Hilda panted almost contentedly, a needy grin on her lips. “Its’s you,” she gasped, “because of you -”

Edelgard slammed her into the desk with each thrust, heedless of her words and without a care for the girl’s comfort. Her hand tugged at her hair so hard that her scalp pulled and her hand groped the wide curve of her sexy waistline with force, pulling her back on her impaling shaft with each thrust. Her fingers groped and scratched against the thick flesh of her hips while her hand played with the hair she was tugging, taking great enjoyment out of Hilda’s perfectly fuckable body. Her ass bounced with each body-shaking impact against it, and her heavy, fat breasts swung underneath her, only halted by the bra tugged into place beneath them. Her blouse was fully soaked with sweat, making it transparent against her peach-coloured skin and bright pink bra, leaving nothing to the imagination - not that there was anything left, however.

Edelgard couldn't say how long she was there, tugging at her hair and fucking against her ass, pelvis smashing into the soft cushions with loud claps and ringing smacks, but it certainly felt like some time. Her cock ached and throbbed and her balls thrummed, but the most telling thing was the burning in her legs that came with standing for so long, working her hips back and forth and back and forth in an unbroken rhythm of all-out fucking. Never once did her pace slow or falter, and she moved like a machine - like some mechanical golem, or some demonic beast, just fucking and fucking and fucking until sweat-stained their flesh and Hilda was a groaning, moaning mess.

She didn’t know if it was part of her uncle’s plan - if this was his intention when giving her a dick and her crests. She knew that he believed it more ‘efficient’ in spreading Hresvelg genes - and consequently, more chances for her crests to pass on. It was true, in a lewd sense, that having the male member made for much more efficient spreading through impregnation, and she supposed that he might have done something to make her far better at it. It certainly felt like it, what with how anomalistically she drove herself into Hilda’s body, stretching her out like a toy while pounding her deepest points with unparalleled and unmatched ease. 

“Yes,” Hilda whined indistinctly, “yes, yes - ”

Edelgard growled ferally, feeling a tingling urge sweep through her balls. She pulled on her hair harder, forcing her head back an extra inch until she was facing the ceiling. “I’m close, you little cockslut.”

“Don’t stop,” Hilda all but begged, her tone needy and whiny and delirious on the pleasure. 

“I don’t plan on it,” Edelgard snorted, “not until I’ve fucked who’s in charge here into your slutty, pretty head.”

She pulled Hilda back from the desk using her hair, somehow still fucking her as she rose up in the lewdest possible way - but not for long, not this time. She pulled free with an obscene slurp and a rush of female juices that sloshed down to the floor in a heap, and Hilda groaned aloud. Edelgard wasn’t close to done, though, and she only pulled free to give herself the needed space to quite literally throw Hilda down onto her rich, red bed, using her hair and waist as a handhold. It shouldn’t have been possible for someone like Edelgard to achieve, but in her adrenaline and lust fuelled haze with her cock doing all the talking, it was a laughably easy feat - something that the buxom pinkette seemed to very much enjoy.

Edelgard mounted her, twisting off her bra by quite literally snapping it apart, roughly pulling it away from her fat tits and letting them flop free and slope to the sides of her chest under their considerable weight. Her blouse went next, thrown to the ground in a state of frenzy that simply couldn’t be matched by any other student. The girl was almost nude on her bed, only clad in black stockings on her shapely legs, panties dangling around a plump thigh, and her many, many accessories and pieces of jewelry. She looked like a vision of noble beauty, all wide curves and an hourglass figure, and it made Edelgard’s arousal skyrocket.

She grabbed Hilda’s hips even as the girl tried to get her bearings after the rough and tumble stripping, and she pushed them aside to bear the shopping furrow of her pussy, the lips red and swollen from the repeated impacts. Her folds were parted and vulva spread wide, almost begging for the cock to slam back inside her tunnel, and Edelgard let out a lust purr as she dropped herself over Hilda. She pushed her legs up, stretching them far beyond what flexibility should allow, but Hilda was far too fuckdrunk to even consider protesting her treatment; not that she could, with Edelgard in such a frenzied state. 

Her legs were thrown over Edelgard’s slim hips, and as she rose up onto her knees and settled over Hilda, they were locked in place. One arm went under Hilda’s and grabbed her head, while the other planted itself down on her fat tit and squeezed firmly. Her cock pointed down like a spear, her thick, precum-dripping head grazing her velvet furrow, making Hilda whine and buck her hips. 

“This is called a mating press, no?” She smirked. “Apt, given your new role.”

She slammed down hard, once again piercing through her sodden lips with a hard, rough motion that left no room in her pussy, driving all the breath from Hilda’s lungs in a single hot rush. Edelgard grunted as she hilted herself right down, every last inch buried within the hot sheath, her balls resting heavily against the sodden, sticky lips. Hilda’s heavenly thighs wrapped around her waist like pillows as they were locked down, making the smaller girl shudder and sigh. Her cock trembled and pulsed and, as she shifted her hips and sent the broad girth squishing against pink walls, it sent electric tingles through her body.

“Because, you see,” Edelgard grunted, pulling herself out of the sticky embrace inch by inch, “I have no intention of pulling out - do you understand?”

Hilda only groaned, and Edelgard chuckled as she slammed herself down. The groan turned into a happy cry, her curves shaking and wobbling, and Edelgard’s hand squeezed into the generous titflesh underneath it with greedy relish. “No, of course, you don’t - I daresay nothing’s going on in that cock-hungry brain of yours. Don’t worry, though. I think we can arrange something, where you won’t be having to do much thinking from now on.”

She laughed to herself as she slammed down hard, fucking Hilda in the mating press with long, deep strokes that left them both groaning. Hilda’s hands tugged at her uniform-clad body, just idly running along her svelte curves and scratching at her backside, desperate for flesh on flesh contact that was denied to her. While Edelgard wasn’t one to strip down in front of anyone, she really did wish that she was naked at that moment; her uniform made her hot and bothered, and in the midst of the intense fucking, it felt like the sweat formed a second skin. It was almost too much for her - but she didn’t even want to spare the time to strip down, not when she was driving herself into Hilda’s cunt at the smoothest, slickest pace she’d manage so far.

The mating press offered her the greatest range of movement yet, granting her full access to the sopping slit and Hilda’s lusty body, and she took great advantage of it as she squeezed, groped, and fucked with wild abandon. Her cock drove through the sloshing, liquid-filled tunnel with broad strokes that stretched out the pink lining to its maximum potential, her throbbing sperm-factories slapping down against her sodden outer lips with each downward push. Hilda’s legs flopped around her hips as she dropped her weight and shoved her full of dense, virile cock, and Edelgard could only groan at the wonderful feel of that soft, thick flesh squeezing against her body.

She hissed as she slammed her cock through the rippling snatch, feeling her inner muscles squeeze and tense around her, and grinned a lopsided smile. Her white hair flowed around her face, rocked loose by the long, intense sex, her lilac-coloured ribbons beginning to lose their shape. She inwardly cursed, knowing that he would need to shower and tidy her hair up again, which took at least another hour out of her day. It made Edelgard’s eye twitch with annoyance, and she drove herself down even harder, mustering up reserves of strength she didn’t even know she had. 

“You’ve mussed my hair, Hilda,” she tutted, staring down with burning lilac eyes. “You’re going to have to make it up to me.”

“Whatever,” Hilda gasped weakly, “Whatever, however, the goddess you’re amazing -”

“I’m aware.” Edelgard shoved the pink-haired cockslut full of her fat shaft, enjoying the inner play of her muscles against her meat. Hilda’s hips rolled as she happily impaled herself onto the cock jamming tightly inside her, but Edelgard did all the work as her hips swung down with percussive force, filling the room with muffled claps. The bed, though of a fairly good quality as befitted her status, began to whine in protest, the bedframe shaken by her hammer-like thrusts. The mattress dipped and bent out of shape as she fucked with all the power at her command, nailing the buxom, teasing slut underneath her so hard and fast that any semblance of teasing was fucked out of her.

“You know,” Edelgard grunted, driving herself down with all her weight and power, “red really does look good on top of you.” She laughed to herself, hastily brushing her hair out of her face before returning to groping one of the full, meaty mounds. “ Very good. We might have to make it a permanent colour.”

“Yes, please, please, ” Hilda whimpered, eyes fluttering and hands tugging at Edelgard’s backside. Her legs tensed around Edelgard, attempting to tug her in even more. “It feels so fucking good!”

Edelgard felt a flash of pride surge through her, but not because of Hilda’s words - because she realized that she’d fucked an experienced girl well-versed in sexual encounters into a sweaty heap on her bed, despite her lack of experience at all. It was enough to make anyone feel proud, and Edelgard transitioned that pride into the movements of her hips and the downward swing of her pelvis, sending her body crashing down against Hilda’s pelvis over and over in a cyclical rhythm that left them both in bliss. 

Her porcelain-skinned fuckrod, now red from the sheer friction of the fuck, slammed through the wide-stretched folds, distending them obscenely wide around her girth. Each hammering blow got harder, more pronounced as Edelgard got closer and closer to her peak, her breath coming out in strained grunts as she used every last bit of her stamina to fuck Hilda into the mattress. Claps rang out over and over as she eagerly sheathed herself into the tight, milking cunt, which fluttered all along her many girthy inches like it was begging her for her seed. Wet sounds filled the air as her monstrous log of dense girldick churned all the fluid inside the tunnel into a frothy mixture that was sent pouring out over her lower lips, staining her bedsheets.

Hilda made for a wonderful sight on her back, with her face caught up in ecstasy, her hair pooling around her in a tangled heap of brilliant pink, and her plump breasts bouncing heavily. Edelgard’s hand squeezed into the left one, marking it up with the shape of her fingers - even when she pulled away, red friction marks in the shape of her hand were stark against the sweaty, creamy flesh. She was happy to just squeeze in time with her thrusting hips, relieving the stress of her fucking by squishing the soft mass in her hands, until breastflesh overflowed over her fingers in thick rolls. 

Hilda’s wide, sexy hips mashed up against her own as she rapidly thrust into her snug folds, and the sight of them was terribly appealing to Edelgard’s needy mind; they were the perfect sorts of curves for bearing children, her body knowing that fact almost intrinsically. It was like a primal calling was telling her to slam inside and blow her load, to fill up the buxom, perfectly breedable girl right then and there without delay, and it was a terribly enticing thought. Edelgard was strong on propriety and had a great deal of sense and practicality, and she would never consider having a child with some random noble in any other circumstance. It was hardly becoming of the Imperial Heir to the Adrestian Empire.

It was not some normal situation, and Edelgard couldn’t bring herself to care about that at all. She felt the roaring desire to cum blaring in her ears, throbbing along her engorged shaft, her only thought toward self-pleasure and satisfaction. Her balls tingled and throbbed as she plunged downward into the sopping snatch, tightening up in anticipation for her release, while her cock spasmed violently. Hilda was left groaning and moaning as Edelgard fucked her like a machine, making her body rock and roll, her eyes rolling back in her skull and her curves quivering. Her cock slammed downward at a pace that was too blindingly fast to follow, every last inch of wrist-thick cock slammed into her tightness one each tremendous stroke.

“Get ready,” Edelgard grunted. “You’re about to receive Adrestian seed, and I don’t want a single drop wasted -”

“Give me everything,” Hilda panted, like she was a hopeless addict. “Don’t - don’t pull out, please.”

“I have no intention of any such thing,” Edelgard murmured, her words laced with strain. “This is all going inside you, like the submissive cocksleeve you are.”

Edelgard didn’t last much longer, and with a thunderous grunt and an appropriately loud cry from Hilda, she slammed down one final time and kept still. Her cock throbbed and spasmed violently, her shaft widening and pumping like a hose, her balls tingling and throbbing as they began to shift the huge quantities of sperm contained inside. It all came rushing out of her meaty log in a flood, a deluge of pure, hot baby-batter, spilling into Hilda’s fertile insides like a wildfire. It swept through her tunnel, flowing over every velvet inch in a wave of silken liquid, washing over nooks and crannies, and filling it out until they were painted over in white.

Edelgard held herself very still as her mind exploded into ecstasy - quite literally, it was the most mind-blowing experience in her young life, filling her with more pleasure than she had ever known and then some. She was left gasping and panting, eyes wide and brain rocked to another dimension, for a brief moment feeling like she’d reached some sort of inner plane of perfection. Hilda looked no better, her body shaking and quivering, her eyes blown wide and her limbs tight; she appeared utterly drunk on the cock jammed inside her, as if the cream filling she was receiving was of no issue.

It certainly wasn’t something to pass off, though. It filled her womb in thick gushes of virile baby-batter, filling the cavern with enough seed that it was soon brimming with the potent substance. Her ovaries were almost drowned in the thick, gooey liquid, with the virile substance immediately set to work on her body. Edelgard didn’t know or understand her own potency, and she had no idea of the virility given to her by the dark forces at work in Fodlan; but it worked all the same, whether either of them was aware or not. The pearly white seed-filled Hilda up, the impregnating load spreading through her insides and washing it over in a layer so thick and creamy that it wouldn’t be easily shifted, even if she tried.

Edelgard’s overworked sperm-factories pumped out more and more, filling Hilda with uncountable months of pent-up frustration and desire. Her load claimed her pussy and her womb, drenching her in unprotected insides in a layer of virile jizz that was almost designed for maximum potency. Edelgard didn't care one bit as she hosed down her insides, letting her balls empty themselves of every last drop of potent seed, overfilling Hilda’s channel with more cum than she’d ever gotten in her life.

“Goodness,” Edelgard growled, brushing her hair out of her face. Her hips bucked idly, pumping out a few last streams of thick, white seed into the girl’s insides. “You’re a perfect little sex-toy, aren't you?”

Hilda could only gasp, delirious from the pleasure, looking like a vision of well-fuck perfection. 

“It was honestly amusing that you thought you were going to keep me under your thumb,” Edelgard told her, rising up and shifting her cock inside the cream-filled channel. The virile substance shifted and churned with obscene noises, making her smirk proudly. “But you look so much better under my body.”

“Yes,” Hilda panted, struggling to focus on Edelgard. “Goddess, yes -”

She quirked up an eyebrow. “Goddess?”

“ Edelgard, yes, you’re amazing, I -”

Edelgard interrupted her with a full-bodied laugh. “My, is that all it took? I should have done this ages ago.”

“I was missing out,” Hilda groaned, shivering as the cock shifted inside her. “Oh, wow, I don’t even know why I chased the others -”

It was a funny thing, to Edelgard; she didn’t know if Hilda realized that she had bitten off more than she could chew, or how efficiently the tables had been turned on her entire scheme - or if she understood what awaited her, if she wanted to continue with her lazy ways. Maybe she was too cock-drunk and addicted to the intense fucking to notice, too content with the pleasure to care. Edelgard was more than content with it all, adoring the newfound urgency in her cock, and smiled down at the newly broken-in concubine.

“I do think this is the start of an… amicable arrangement,” Edelgard drawled slowly, staring down at her curvaceous, well-fucked body. “You wanted me to talk to Hubert, right? You’re going to have to show me how badly you want that by wrapping those lips around my cock.”

“She’s off the combat roster, again?” Hubert frowned at her. “Lady Edelgard, is that wise?”

“We have others to do her job, Hubert,” Edelgard replied evenly, flipping her hand upward. “The Professor and I have done perfectly on vanguard duty, anyhow.”

“True, but…”

Edelgard shook her head with amusement. “She wouldn’t be of any use to us today, anyhow. She isn’t quite capable of… walking, after her exercise last night.”

“...She was exercising?”

“Practicing sword techniques,” Edelgard elaborated, and Hubert’s brow furrowed even more.

“I… find that difficult to believe.”

“I was helping her, so believe it.” She smiled, flashing her neat white teeth. “And she did a remarkable job, let me tell you.”

“Well, that’s… good. I knew a strong, steady hand like yours would teach her some sensibility.” Hubert’s tone was cautious, despite the compliments. “But it would be far better if she were actually continuing to the team, rather than injuring herself during practices.” 

“She’s contributing a great deal,” Edelgard replied, smirking. “She has quite the important role, actually, one far better suited to her… talents.” 

“How so?”

Edelgard closed her eyes and let out a puff of amusement, and pat Hubert on the arm. “Don’t fret, dear friend. I’ll take care of her, from now on - and for the foreseeable future.”