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“You’re so good at this darling,” Dorothea moaned, stroking the purple hair of her lover, “Focus a bit more on your tongue, Mmm that’s it, just like that baby.”
Petra had read many books about the human body since arriving in Fódlan. You could ask her anything about anatomy and expect an instant and accurate answer but knowing is half the battle. Actually putting that knowledge into practice is something else entirely.
“Fuck, more!” Dorothea begged, taking a fist full of Petra’s exotic hair.
‘ Breathe ,’ Petra reminded herself, increasing the fluttering of her tongue,
“A bit higher baby, right on my cl- yes there! You’re so fucking perfect!”
Keeping her tongue on Dorothea's clit meant Petra could feel an increase in arousal on her chin. The scent and the taste of Dorothea were ones she hadn't been sure she’d like at first before very quickly discovering she loved them.
When Dorothea peaked Petra felt bursting with pride, she had made Dorothea cum with only her mouth. The books had told her to use fingers as well but she was happy she was performing above expectations.
Petra waited for Dorothea’s breathing to return to normal, studying the woman as she returned to herself, “Was that be good enough?” she smiled, slightly nervous she’d done something wrong,
“That was incredible,” Dorothea smiled, falling in love with the giggle of approval Petra let slip.
The way Dorothea was looking at her intensified Petra’s pride. Since coming to Garreg Mach it had become a feeling she couldn’t get enough of, regardless of who was praising her. But this was something else, this was more than pride and satisfaction, more than Byleth telling her how skilled she was with a blade. She felt something inside her, something that until now she’d never had the chance to explore before but was excited to start now.
“May I be eating you again?” she asked sweetly, blushing slightly,
“Not yet,” Dorothea painted, pulling Petra onto the bed and pinning her down, “It’s my turn to be eating you…”