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Her breath hitched as soft velvet cut off her vision and moaned when silky ribbons were gently wrapped around her body, “Good girl, El, that’s it, stay nice and still for me.”
She had no idea where the soft voice was coming from but it was everything she needed to hear, “Byleth,” she moaned, arching her body to feel some kind of contact,
“Shhh baby girl, no words, just feel,” the voice was so close and she could smell herself on Byleth’s breath. She desperately tried to feel her wife against her but the ribbons held firm.
The cool, night air drifted into the room, ghosting over her nude body and burning core.
A tender hand spread across her abdomen, her muscles twitching into the touch. She sucked in a deep breath of frigid air as that deft and calloused hand trailed up her abdomen and between the valley of her breasts.
She pushed upwards, desperate for more contact and moaned when Byleth granted her plea, running her fingers over soft, scarred skin. She heard the woman she loved hum in approval and began to strain more in her bondage, twisting her body and urging Byleth to touch more of her.
As Byleth continued to indulge her a talented finger trailed up her collarbone and over her draw, resting on plush and parted lips. She eagerly accepted her gift, moaning in delight when she realised it tasted of her delicious wife.
She heard her wife’s gasp as the finger was sucked clean, the lewd noise travelling straight to her cunt.
She cried out in surprise when a hot, wet mouth engulfed her nipple. She moaned and gasped as her wife’s tongue rolled her nipple between sharp teeth while a damp finger played with her other one.
When Byleth had teased her nipples to hardness she withdrew her mouth, making Edelgard yelp as the freezing air cooled her hot nipple, making it painfully hard and sensitive.
While she was distracted, hands cupped her arse and raised her hips, strong fingers painfully digging into her rear. For a woman so gentle and caring Byleth found no qualms with getting rough in the bedroom, something she’d really come to appreciate about the older woman.
She liked pain, Byleth liked hurting her.
She tried to close her legs in some pathetic attempt of resistance but was immediately thwarted when she realised the ribbons were keeping her legs apart and her juices were running from her cunt to her tighter hole.
Byleth was teasing her with a finger, circling around both holes but never giving her what she wanted. Any attempt to buck her hips and finally steal that penetration she needed was thwarted with a quick slap to her inner thigh.
She grunted in frustration, conceding to her wife who giggled coyly before quickly jamming two fingers deep inside her. She screamed from the shock of penetration, the ribbons straining hard not to snap, digging deep into her skin.
She was a moaning mess as she rolled her hips, grinding down on those glorious fingers, stretching and curling inside her as they teased her velvety folds. She was already so close, Byleth’s earlier endeavour with her mouth had taken her over the edge once already and she was so desperate to cum again, so desperate for Byleth. She moaned aloud, body arching, eyes rolling back into her head. She was so close.
Then everything was snatched away from her.
She growled angrily, wanting to tell her wife off but not wanting to risk further punishment by speaking out of turn. Byleth had simply vanished. She strained her ears, trying to hear anything that would give the other woman away. She listened keenly, able to make out the faint sounds of rustling and quiet kilinking of metal.
She felt her body burn with anticipation, her mind sinking deeper into a depraved well of lust, “Are you ready?” Byleth’s voice made her jump and she frantically nodded, pulling her legs wider to allow the head of a lubricated, leather phallus to slip into her.
She wanted her wife fast and hard but she knew Byleth would never risk that immediately, she tried to pull herself deeper onto the toy but strong hands on her hips stopped her.
“Beg,” Byleth growled, her voice was incredibly close and it came as no surprise when a hand tore away her blindfold.
Goddess.
Byleth was completely naked, her body was glowing with a crimson flush, the sheen of her skin gleaming in the moonlight, emphasising her generous bust and making Edelgard even more desperate to be taken apart by the woman who meant everything to her.
Byleth’s dark, lust filled eyes met her softer, lilac orbs. “Beg.” the green haired woman spat, slapping her across the face.
“Fuck me, my heart, ruin me, break me down until the only thing I know is you, tear me apart, make me scream so that everybody in Enbarr knows that I’m yours, let them hear us, let them know that their empress is nothing more than a toy for her perfect goddess of a wife, let them know that you are the goddess, fuck me Byleth, my burning heart, my proffesor.”
It was the word Byleth wanted to hear, swiftly drawing out of her wife before slammed back in with overwhelming strength. El screamed her name as she gripped the white haired woman’s hips and ruthlessly began to fuck her. Edelgard’s body strained against the ribbons, snapping one or two as she desperately met her wife’s brutal thrusts, fucking herself on the leather rod.
Byleth gasped as the hilt of the toy pressed against her clit, she loomed over El, nipping at her throat as she moaned into soft skin. One of her hands left El’s hips and trailed between them, playing with her clit while she fucked her.
Edelgard’s moans and groans were inhuman, so obviously consumed by pleasure even the slightest coherence was beyond her. Byleth took great pride in it, reducing the Andrestian Empress to pathetic whimpers and cries.
It wasn’t too long before Edelgard screamed her wife’s names into the dark of night. Byleth watched her, keeping her pace as lilac eyes slammed shut and beautiful, scarred muscles went rigid and tense.
The sensation overwhelmed her and she came with the woman she loved, sucking a loving mark into Edelgard's neck to muffle the scream which had been torn from her chest.
They lay together panting, still connected at the hips. Byleth clumsily undid the remaining ribbons, her orgasm removing any grace she had once possessed. She admired El’s beautiful body, red marks from the ribbons decorating her nicely, highlighting the crude and vile scars which violated her otherwise flawless body.
She slipped out of El with a needy whine, pulling the toy from her hips and closing the window. She smiled down at her wife as she tenderly caressed the marks left by the ribbon before Byleth pulled her into her arms, kissing her deeply.
“Happy anniversary, my El,” she whispered softly, feeling her glorious wife melt in her embrace, “Five years already, where did all that time go?” Something about that made Edelgard feel oddly at ease, “I love you,” she whispered, drawing Byleth in for another kiss,
“I love you too, El,” they squirmed under the covers in their embrace, lips still connected.
Edelgard may have been the empress but Byleth was the true beating heart of her rule.