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Edelgard loves it when Byleth calls her a good girl. It doesn’t happen often, she has to earn it and Byleth is far too in control of her own body to ever let it slip out my accident.
She loves it when they fuck in their old classroom, the doors wide open in invitation for anyone to watch or join in but today they were alone. Edelgard is on her hands and knees, her face buried between Byleth’s muscular thighs, her eager tongue lapping at her wife’s clit. Byleth is shaking, her hands tangling in soft white locks as she looks deep into loving, lilac eyes.
“Fuuuuck,” Byleth hisses, bucking into the emperor's mouth. She’s so wet for her El, so needy for her mouth and she knows Edelgard feels the same, that she wants to devour her.
Edelgard knows what she’s doing, concentrating on her hard clit, swirling her tongue around it, sucking it and lashing it before returning to her soaking folds.
With a loud gasp and shudder Byleth tugs her wife back by a fistful of white hair as she successfully delays her own orgasm.
They stare at one another, Byleth’s eyes are dark and lidded compared to El’s which are bright and vibrant. She studies her wife, her eager face, her kind eyes, her hot and dripping mouth. El is perfect.
“Stick out your tongue,” she commands. Edelgard obeys, not breaking eye contact with her professor. She’s desperate for praise, desperate for Byleth to say those magic words.
Byleth lowers Edelgard’s head back to her cunt, fully in control of the Emperor. She keeps El’s head still, rubbing herself against the outstretched tongue. She’s so slow, forcing Edelgard to be patient, despite the emperor’s best efforts to penetrate her.
“Suck,” Byleth commands, her hold tightening in El’s hair. The emperor is eager to serve, taking her wife’s breath away as her mouth latches onto her clit. The professor’s head falls back as she lets out a loud moan, “Just, yes, exactly like that El,” she gasps.
Sensing her wife’s eagerness Edelgard takes control, pinching Byleth’s rock hard clit between her teeth and bites down just a little, just enough to make Byleth scream.
“Such a good girl,” she pants, her voice already ragged and desperate, hands clenching in white hair as lust consumes her.
El’s pretty eyes flutter. So far she’s devoted herself to bringing Byleth pleasure but in that moment her own need consumes her. She’s so fucking wet and certain she’s leaving a puddle on the classroom floor.
“El, fuck, finish me El,” Byleth moans, grinding down on her wife’s face.
El licks and sucks, her tongue diving deep into her wife’s cunt. She's imprisoned by muscular thighs, unable to do anything except worship her wife as she fucks herself on her face.
“Oh, goddess!” Byleth shakes more than ever. She’s rutting against the emperor’s mouth and El almost forgets to breathe, too busy sucking down as much of the professor’s juices as she can.
Byleth screams her wife’s name and stiffens, her hands yanking white locks as she loses her mind. It hurts, it hurts so much but El doesn’t care, letting herself drown in her wife’s pleasure.
Edelgard hopes everyone in Garreg Mach hears Byleth come apart under her tongue. She wants everyone to know that she can love and be loved.
Byleth smiles as she releases Edelgard, “Not a bad way to spend some free time is it?”
“Perfect,” Edelgard grins, licking her lips free of any remaining cum, not caring about the rest of her face which was absolutely plastered.
She tries to turn away but Byleth grabs her hand and pulls her closer, “It’s your turn now,” she sucks into her neck, “be a good girl and bend over my desk.”