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Edelgard knew that her winter costume was as nice and as cute as she could dress. She didn't really do 'cute' normally, and she wasn't sure she was going to start, but the holidays changed things. The pretty, festive dress with reds and whites and greens every which way saw her dressed up like a present, with lots of fur trim and with her thighs nicely flaunted by the dress and her stockings both serving to feed eyes toward the perfect zone. She was certain it could drive her professor crazy too, if she let it. That she could make Byleth fall for her and give her someone to snuggle up with on these cold nights.
Coming to Byleth's room during the night and feeling ready to make the most of all this, Edelgard was on the war path, confident in herself and ready to make something of all this situation. She wanted it to be nothing short of a grand night, a way to display how gorgeous she looked and get Byleth's head up her dress before the night was over, burning with shaky need and a desire too insistent to possibly ignore.
Which made it all the more frustrating to get to the door and find Lysithea standing there.
Lysithea had all the same plans and ideas as Edelgard did. Her own holiday outfit leaned much, much more on the cutesy and cozy side of things than Edelgard was willing to go. She wore a long coat instead, with fur trim on everything and a cute hat with flowers on it. A little bow at her neck cast down ribbons, while some red stockings were, in secret, all she wore under the coat. She was going to expose herself and contrast the cute dress against the lust of her petite body to leave Byleth craving her and unable to resist her advances.
Until Edelgard got there.
The two white-haired girls stared one another down with deep frustration, their gazes tense and fraught with frustration while they tried to assess this situation properly. This was not what either expected, a dangerous realization that someone was about to lose out. Without a word to confirm it, they both knew why the other was there, both knew the dangers awaiting them in trying to compete against one another for Byleth's attention, but neither was going to budge, let alone leave. They knew it, and it proved a dangerous, looming threat over everything they were about to do. This was all just happening, and thee felt like nothing but weird, wild frustration to be found here.
"I didn't think I'd see you here, Lysithea," said Edelgard through an incredibly insincere smile. "Did you get lost? This is the professor's room?"
"You could stand to get lost," Lysithea bit back. "I'm here to see the professor and show her how cute I look. I'd ask if you're here for that too, but it can't be the case in that dress."
Edelgard took a harsh step forward. "You aren't even a part of her class. I don't know why you think she'd want to spend such a beautiful night with you, but the holidays are mine to spend with her, you should just give up."
"I should give up? You sound so insecure. Maybe you're insecure about how much the professor actually wants to be around you, and you're trying to run me off before she--professor!"
"Professor!"
The girls both snapped to attention with wide eyes, their postures changing and their smiles bright when Byleth opened the door, her gaze level and uncertain as she swept her eyes along the two of them. She could hear them bickering from outside her door, but Byleth didn't want to give it away that immediately. "It's nice to see you both. Would you like to come in?"
Both Lysithea and Edelgard stepped into the room, shedding their capes and both speaking over one another to the tune of asking Byleth to look at their cute holiday dresses. They spoke over one another, neither willing to budge and let the other speak in the throes of this growing frustration, a situation making clear that neither had the composure and restraint necessary to behave and play nice. So they kept talking, kept overlapping, kept insisting themselves into the moment and demand full attention from all of this, to Byleth's increasing incredulity under the realization of what she was in for here.
"Okay, stop," Byleth said, clearing her throat. "Edelgard, you speak first."
Edelgard puffed her chest out a bit at being chosen first, the clear 'favorite'. The one who Byleth wanted to hear talk. "Professor, I've come to show you my new winter dress. Do you like it? I thought it would be perfect for the holidays, and for showing off to you, perhaps snuggling up by the fire with you while I wear it."
"It does look very nice. Lysithea, now you can speak."
"Pfft, that was all you had?" Lysithea asked. She took a step forward. "Professor, I'm here to show you something a little different." She undid the buttons on her coat and flung it open, revealing the petite, slim body underneath, naked save for the red stockings she wore. "It's to show you all of me. This big coat feels so warm and cozy, but even cozier would be if I wrapped up with you and I felt your warmth instead. If you would give me your warmth, I am sure it would be all I would need this winter."
With a shaky gasp and a grab at her dress hem, Edelgard stepped forward, too, pulling it up to reveal she didn’t have any panties on, flashing her own pussy at Byleth. "Wait, no! No, it's me. I'm--professor, look at my pussy instead. Please, bury your head in between these thighs and--"
"Wrap me around your fingers and make me scream your na--"
"--and kiss me all over like I know you want--"
"--bounce me on your strap-on and use my small size to--"
"--if you pulled on my hair while you fucked me--"
"--handle your absolute worst, I'm a pretty tough girl--"
Byleth stared at them while they talked over one another yet again, completely shameless and overbearing. As amused as she was frustrated, Byleth took a moment to think through her approach and exactly how she wanted to address all these frustrating ideas, throbbing worries that left her certain above all else only of the idea she needed to pull rank and stop this at once. Clearly, she had to bring a bit more discipline to this situation, and she decided the way to do it was much sharper this time.
Both festive-dressed girls ended up on their knees with their hair wrapped around one of Byleth's hands as she took turns pulling them in to eat her pussy out. "If you can't listen to me, then I’ll decide what your mouths do," she said, the insistent strangeness and chaos of a deeper heat, pleasures she was happy to push on with, burning with the desire to make something of this, throbbing with intense lust and a need to seize control. "And clearly, both of you want something close to this."
Lysithea moaned in shaky agreement while stuffing her tongue forward to delve into these lusts, licking every which way in a throbbing fit of attention. Lysithea was proud to give Byleth this attention, to melt into the chance to give up to this and find some sort of satisfaction, trying her best with clumsy licks and doting needs, urgent lusts winding her up without sense, the unrestrained bliss of giving fully in to these feelings and their most strange and outrageous passions. Her tongue worked its magic as best it could, toying hard with Byleth and trying to make her feel good.
But she wasn't able to get into a rhythm, instead pulled back while Edelgard was jammed down in to Lysithea's rightful place instead. The future emperor didn't hesitate for a moment in throwing herself forward to give up to this, moaning and licking in a mid fit of attention and desire, hunger sweeping across her while she gave in to this all. The pleasure was so urgent and sloppy, bringing her something hazy and wicked in the name of deeper passion, the deeper lust she was stuck powerless now to deal with. The overbearing neediness tearing across her brought on so many mad feelings, pleasures she was happy to accept as the only reasonable way forward now.
She didn't long enough either though, pulled away so that Byleth could yank Lysithea back in. The back and forth she had in mind was a reckless one, driven by the most ruthless and eager of joys, pleasures and pressures built on some very simple ideas, on the basis of a deeply ruthless pleasure she knew she could really work with. Deeper excitement and desire built up hotter inside of her, the pleasures she could really wind her up with, toying with these needy lusts and bringing her to fall to pieces under the temptation this invited.
"If you can play nice and cooperate, I don't mind spending my holidays with both of you," she said. The steady authority of her unwavering and flat voice made them both shiver in acceptance and growing urgency. "You need to do what I say, though, and need to behave instead of getting too worked up. I want you to both prove you're not going to fight anymore. You need to share, and I am not going to play favorites. I hope this is clear." She was insistent, sharp, firm on the matter before her and aching with growing desire while pressing the limits of this senseless heat now.
"Yes, professor," they said in unison, but no longer to crowd the other out, faltering under the dizzying pressure of a mad insistence and a lust to keep giving in to. The throbbing heat upon them felt like a mess of pure lust, the insistent heats that continued their climb, building up without a care for anything but pushing these pleasures into pure insistence. Dizzy need and sloppy urgency kept them both in a place of pure acceptance, falling apart in the face of this need, melting under the outrageous lust of giving in now.
When they did get a chance to eat Byleth out, they took it, melting into this joy and moaning in dizzy bliss through the satisfaction of surrendering to this all, sinking into hotter, shameless heat, the pleasures that continued to challenge and overwhelm, a depraved heat to keep giving in to, sinking into hotter excitement. Both Edelgard and Lysithea fell in line under the deepening pressure of understanding that hit them, growing embarrassments delving them into hotter embarrassment now. This was outrageous, senseless, so unreal in the pleasures behind it, and these feelings all became simply too much to process a moment longer under the throbbing joy it offered.
Instead, they fell to pieces, melting under the warmth of giving in, falling to pieces and loving every second of this surrender. Byleth held rank well, an effortless and dominant push to make sure that these feelings became something that left no room for disobedience. Every lick was grateful and urgent, paying praise to her pussy in the desperate hope they could impress her and earn forgiveness in the haze of this mess. The foundation of control this offered was outrageous, persistent without sense now. The unfocused and sloppy passion brought on the strangest of needs now, and there was nothing to do but give in to all of it.
Byleth wasn't even directly getting off from all this sloppy attention. She just rode out the hunger and the haze, biding her time and keeping the girls licking her pussy rather than bickering. She was going to make them give up to something calmer. She knew it. She just needed to keep them busy. When she pulled back, it was to ask, "Who wants to eat my ass instead?"
"I do, professor!" Lysithea gasped.
"Pick me, I love your ass!" Edelgard howled.
Byleth's gaze narrowed a little bit. They were too desperate to impress and to please. The girls stared a nervous look with one another, clearly wondering exactly what to do and how to contend properly with all of these insane feelings. It was something that Byleth was going to need to decide on, and she ultimately went the way of jamming Lysithea against her ass while pulling Edelgard to eat her pussy.
It was a configuration neither girl was going to complain about.
Eating Byleth out at all was the highest of honours for either of them, and they sank into this with burning obsession, melting happily under these feelings, finding it impossible to contain these joys or to resist what this offered them now. They gave in to all of it, moaning in rapturous surrender and an obsessive hunger that carried them forward. It was the best way to use their mouths, keeping them both quiet, too busy eating her holes out with a dedicated chance to really build up a rhythm and accept all this pleasure.
Throbbing, lustful insistence came with a burn of pure need now, the urgency and passion of having to give in and sink into these feelings fully now. Molten simplicity followed for them both, finally able to shine and to prove their own talents, freed from the worries that they would need to do anything else or worry about if Byleth would like this. They were liberated. Liberation just happened to come with the shaky, obsessive desire to completely lose themselves.
Lysithea’s tongue slithered around Byleth’s pucker with confident strokes and slithers she felt could really bring her incredible satisfaction, the deeper insistence of letting herself give in. She wanted to make the most of all these feelings, pleasures bold and forceful enough to carry her down into this now. She was happy to take her approach with burning delight, a joyful ferocity and hunger she was happy to make the most of now. Eating Byleth’s ass offered her a chance to prove how devoted she was, how ready to give her this pleasure and not worry about the throbbing excitements hitting her, pleasures she was ready to give in to. There wasn't whole lot of restraint to these feelings, pleasures she was happy to give in to now. She wanted it so badly, and nothing was going to hold her back from giving in to this sweet ecstasy now, an indulgence continuing to work its magic on her.
Bringing her fingers up into Byleth, Edelgard took another approach, one that leveraged being able to pleasure Byleth in several ways, reckless and attentive under these burning joys, a ruthless insistence of deeper passion and need now. She was unstoppable, melting under the weight of deeper bliss, craving only the satisfaction of giving up hotter, delving into this heat without a second of calm. letting herself give up to this now. It felt incredible, the pleasures she could surrender everything to. Edelgard was in a position that didn't let her reveal herself some nasty freak willing to do anything asked, but she could make up for that with earnest, raw attention to making Byleth feel amazing instead, and she worked with burning joy to keep that precise thing happening.
Their sloppy excess combined in dizzier ways, throbbing heat carrying them to give in hotter, falling apart in the name of anything they could find. This was too much for either girl to resist, the unignorable obsession of giving in to this all, deeper pleasure leaving no sense or hesitation about their urgent needs, Unhesitating fever and obsession brought on pleasures that continued to invite her to fall deeper, the obsessive chaos that she wanted more and more of. Byleth felt powerful here, able to writhe under these burning attentions, under scrutiny from girls desperate to give in completely. Obsession and fever carried her now, pleasures that felt like the right way forward. The only way forward. A crash into madness and desire felt like everything she could have wanted, awash in burning desire and a dizzy need to just give up fully.
It was all according to plan, and didn't stop until Byleth was writhing her way to orgasm, her head rolling back and the pleasure all hitting her head-on. She rode it out with confidence and a burning delight, the insistent need to give herself up to these feelings and allow the pleasure to wash ever hotter over her now. No hesitation, no control, just the calm joy of giving in to this mess, allowing the girls to melt under the burning embarrassment of surrender and submission.
"Finally, you're getting along," she said, voice fluttering a little bit, but it was remarkably subdued for just how badly she had given herself in to these outrageous pleasures now, a bliss fully detached from normalcy. "Do you think you can keep it up long enough to ride me together?"
The needy chattering and excitement of the two girls yelling over one another again--now in the name of something good and joyful--left Byleth with some confidence, but not a ton of it. She knew this was still a fraught situation, one built on utter clumsiness. But she gave in to it, bringing the girls to the bed and lying down, letting them get onto her and have their fun.
Immediately, Lysithea took her place upon her face, sitting happily down and grinding her bare twat against Byleth’s lips. She got there first, and with Byleth's gaze obscured, she was able to get smug and pouty, staring directly at Edelgard with a sense of looming control, certain now above all else of her unquestioned dominance over this situation. "I've always wanted to die your face, professor," she said, voice not even trying to hide the wicked disdain she held here for Edelgard.
Edelgard whined, thighs pressing tightly together, shivering shame leaving her unsure how to respond. She grabbed hold of Byleth's legs, pulling one up and climbing in between them, pressing her bare mound down against the pussy of the woman she loved, getting to work at anything she could do to make this better. "And I've always fantasized about getting off by scissoring with you, professor," she moaned, pressing her pussy snugly to Byleth's, clits grinding together. She started to move in a fit of throbbing lust, rubbing hastily again and trying to make the most of this situation and of what she'd lost. "We're going to share this orgasm together.
Even poutier under these embarrassments and frustrations, Lysithea resented the idea she was going to watch the two 'share an orgasm'. "I can't wait until tomorrow to see whose shoulder you have to cry on when Byleth chooses me instead," she hissed under her breath. Her thighs pressed firm against Byleth’s head on either side, and the back and forth grind of the lustful, dizzy need left her urgent, needy, trying her best to make some sort of sense now of all these burning excitements. It was a lot to have to tend to, the plunge of giving in to weirder ideas of surrender.
A sharp refusal to let Lysithea get to her kept Edelgard stubborn and bold. She threw herself harder forward, burning hotter under this pleasure. "You're just embarrassing yourself," she groaned, keeping up the pace with hotter, morel lustful excitement, the insistence of wanting to give in deeper, letting pleasure carry her further and further along. This was something she felt she had to do her best with, melting into these throbbing desires and a lust getting her to melt into this without sense. There was nothing quite like this throbbing joy, a pleasure burning hotter across her, keeping her twisting about in obsessive hunger and desire.
The girls did their best, bucking up against their respective end of Byleth,. staring one another in the eye with fierce and bratty contempt, their territorial and jealous need for Byleth compromising their focus, leaving them both shivering in hotter aggression, trying to one-up the other without really knowing how they would or what these feelings were supposed to lead to. It was all a bit much, the overbearing pressure of deeper embarrassment, shames that continued sweeping across them, escalating without reason while they tried anything in their power to process these outrageous ideas now. It didn't feel reasonable, the senseless insistence of a euphoria and a chaos continuing to climb up hotter with each passing second now. They wanted so badly to give in to this, and didn't know what to do but accept this mess.
Byleth, underneath, did her best to keep them happy, grinding steadily against Edelgard's motions while eating Lysithea out with a deep, insistent gusto to try and keep her going. She had one hand on each girl, holding onto a hip and squeezing tightly, trying to keep them both feeling loved and attended to under these overbearing feelings, ideas steadily escalating away from normalcy now. The pleasure kept them in a clumsy place, fighting for steadiness and focus while all sense melted away. She tried to stabilize them both as best she could. Maybe, if they could get along, she wouldn't have to bust out more extreme measures.
Both girls kept their snippy comments under bated breath, hoping Byleth couldn’t hear them. Lysithea always squeezed her thighs down against Byleth’s head tighter when she talked shit, hoping Byleth wouldn't hear or suspect anything. She did and she did. They weren’t learning a damn thing, just trying to subvert her efforts to keep them behaved, pressing on harder through these senseless efforts to resist this.
"When she chooses me, it will be because I got her off instead of going for selfish pleasure," Edelgard insisted.
"No, because she' going to love the taste of my pussy. She's going to love having a petite, compact girlfriend she can pick up and eat out. I am adorable!"
Their back and forth refused to slow down. They were too prideful to let anything get in the way or to hold them back from these insane pressures, a back and forth growing more and more contentious, not less. Byleth wasn't teaching them anything that would temper their attitudes, keeping them instead going on back and forth with the aggressive and malformed banter of a pair of girls refusing to learn a damn thing.
Edelgard rubbed faster against her professor’s mound, grinding against her skin with urgent, desperate neediness, trying to get off and trying to get Byleth off, taking this whole thing as a matter of pride and desperation. She wanted to prove she could love her better, that she could make her feel good in all the ways that could blow her mind, and these desires only became messier under the weight of throbbing urgency, the needy aches keeping her powerless to gene these lusts now. It was pleasure as demanding and sloppy as she could get.
Lysithea was too busy being a princess, riding high on easy street and getting Byleth to eat her out, getting these pleasures to fawn over her deepest desires instead, no hesitation and no restraint. She just wanted to give up to these feelings, burning desire keeping her wanting more, awash in the joy of being eaten out and adored. Even worshiped. She saw this whole situation as a way to get what she wanted on terms as horribly uneven as could be, revealing perhaps a bit too much of the selfish truths waiting within Lysithea. She wanted what she wanted, and that want was a dramatic and mad one, insistent above all else in the name of finding relief.
Both girls pushed ruthlessly on toward the same satisfactions, the pleasure drowning out their thoughts and bringing them both an incredible height of mad lust now. They fell apart together, cumming hard, begging over one another for Byleth's praise and attention, too needy and jealous to settle for anything less or let the moment simply be theirs to enjoy. There was only passions, throbbing need, obsessive joy and desire and the unstoppable, unrelenting need to keep being affirmed and attended to.
Byleth had had enough. Rising up from the bed, she burned with a desire to push these girls to feel something much, much less calm than anything they were paying their fun to now. "You two are not impressing me right now," she said, moving toward her drawers and pulling out a strap-on, ready to do something much more insistent about all of this. She slipped into the strap-on harness, her eyes narrowing. "Line up for me and bend over, side by side."
Both girls happily did as asked. Of course they did. Any order from Byleth was worth everything, save of course for the quest to actually behave and cooperate. That wasn't going to happen. At least not without much, much harsher work. Work Byleth was sure neither girl was actually ready for.
With their asses up in the air for Byleth, Lysithea and Edelgard tried to prepare themselves for this, expecting her to fuck their pussies and for them to be able to feel the dominance and aggression of their professor at last. It was an amazing promise, something that drove them mad with need and kept them hungry for more, deeper passion and obsession leaving no room now for control or for restraint. Byleth had some nasty surprises coming, the burning aggression of something much more dramatic than she was sure they were ready for.
She grabbed hold of Edelgard's hips and slammed up her ass instead of into her pussy, slamming ruthlessly forward with a flare of pure aggression, the bitter forcefulness of throwing herself right into this, leaving no time for control or for calm. "Professor!" she screamed, nails digging into the sheets, her eyes flung wide pen with trembling panic under the weight of wicked, deeper insanity hitting her. She had no idea how to process what hit her, her body shuddering in shame under the realization of what this offered her.
Byleth fucked her ass with uncontrollable aggression but a completely detached cool to her expression. Wicked slams forward held nothing back in the growing joy of throwing herself into this, relentlessly seeking to make these pleasures escalate fully out of reason now. The uncontrolled passion and aggression behind her hips offered up something truly unstoppable, her unerring stillness and a desire to blow this poor wreck of a girl's mind proving to be more than she was capable of handling. Byleth wanted to make the most of this, and she didn't hold back a damn thing in trying.
"Ha, looks like someone can't handle the professor's attention. You're so weak, and you're so--oh, fuck, Fuck, goddess, fuck!" Lysithea screamed out in pure panic as her own ass got claimed next with some mad strokes stuffing into her guts, relentlessly using her backdoor and proving that she too was thoroughly powerless against the sensations upon her. The roughness, the pleasure, the pressure insisting upon her the desire only to submit and roll over.
Ruthless aggression carried Byleth forward, burning without hesitation through the most ruthless and reckless of pleasures, an overbearing attention she knew could overwhelm Lysithea and completely collapse her thoughts into beautiful ruin. She was happy to find that neither girl was strong in the face of anal, and used that to good measure in throwing her hips forward with brutal vigor, an insistent and speedy pressure centered above all else on the idea that these girls could melt into obedience if only she fucked them right.
So she went all out on their pretty little asses. Reckless slams that drove her strap-on as hard into both of them as she could, switching between Edelgard and Lysithea without much rhyme or reason, keeping them both on edge for fear they'd be the one she'd fuck next. It was an embarrassing level of exposure she subjected them to, one that continued to reinforce the deeper, more dramatic pressure of teaching them both that neither of them were all that strong against what she could do. There was no room for calm now, the outrageous joy of escalating passion and aggression proving to be too much for anything to save them now.
They couldn't be smug about it, because either girl proved to be hopelessly weak against anal. When Byleth wasn't fucking a girl, she was a breathless mess too busy recovering from the thrusts to be able to talk shit and taunt the other. When Byleth did fuck them? It was a mess of clawing and biting at the sheets, completely ruined by the burning ecstasy of being anally dominated, a searing mess of pleasure and pain combining in ways that left them powerless, thoughts stuck in a state of mad surrender, unable to comprehend any of these feelings now in the throes of their outrageous demands. There was only obedience to be found in giving up to this all, a pleasure and a heat to continue melting into, finding it impossible now to process anything else.
Byleth's strap-on laid waste to them both, and did so readily, pushing them to a state of combined, collapsing bliss so steep that there felt like no escape or solution now, only the mind-melting joy of giving in to these feelings and learning the hard way what complete insanity awaited them. The control Byleth held over them both was cool and effortless, leaving them to babble and howl and ache without sense. There wasn’t anything but wild joy here, the wicked reality of what submission was now as they sank into these beautiful throbs of wrongness and need, the urgent bliss that could tear the girls apart and bring them something they hadn't the slightest idea how to handle.
Anal sex was at once a burst of wild ecstasy beyond words, and also a reminder of their weakness. Pain wrapped up in pleasure, the burning insistence of something that Byleth used to overwhelm them harder, all in pursuit of a deeper control over them. They were now getting fucked too hard to compete or to fight one another, and that was something almost like peace, in a way, right? Close enough for Byleth to be able to lord this dominance over them, at least, plunging them into confusion and worry with less and less sense, the unrestrained greed of a chaos passionate and demanding enough to leave nothing else but pure ruin awaiting them.
Anal orgasms took them by storm with outrageous and unreasonable joy, a surge of throbbing euphoria to decadent for either girl to handle. They fell to pieces, melting into this lust and accepting the joy with which they were taken, the bliss of being brought to the limits of decency and reason. The pleasure was too much, an unreal burn of satisfactions and desires that all conspired to break them down, to make them compliant through frustration and submission, through so deep and so deranged a shameful slide into bliss that all they could do was admit the pleasures that left them without a choice now.
It was just what Byleth wanted, her hands smacking across both girls' asses. They responded with whines. Tamed, shaky whines. They were utterly spent, shivering through this mess. Too tired to fight. Too wound up and ruined to bicker.
"I meant what I said," Byleth explained, rolling Edelgard onto her back and then dragging Lysithea on top of her. "You two will need to get along if you want to spend the holiday with me. I will not tell you again. Now prove you can get along this time. Kiss and enjoy this, and if I hear a single word of argument you are both out of my room permanently."
Fingers in Lysithea's hair forced her head in to place, lips mashing against Edelgard's, and she was just too sore and shaky to do anything about it. At least Byleth buried the strap-on into her pussy while she spoke, helping to soothe these strange feelings and keep her feeling some kind of good about the domination and ruin that follow. After what was done to her ass, this was all sort of calm, something she was able to take and feel good about. Feel good in ways that involved lovingly, fondly kissing Edelgard. A price she was willing to pay.
Dizzy and frustrated beyond sense, Edelgard whined through her own slide into depravity, finding it impossible to contain herself ad knowing she had no choice here but to melt into the obedience this demanded, sinking in hotter, finding herself trapped in the face of growing excitements and embarrassments, a pleasure she had to continue to surrender to. It was all over the line, so demanding, so clumsy, and she didn’t know how to handle these feelings, but she knew she needed to embrace them. Somehow.
At least the strap-on slid into her pussy next, bringing her some relief and some grounding while these pleasures pushed against her thoughts. She felt unfocused, hazy, lost to the burning joy of giving in hotter, fully committing herself to a deep insistence that slipped her right down into madness too, the ruin and joy of just losing herself. She didn't have a good argument against all of these ideas, pleasures she had to accept. The deep strokes filled hem, made her feel good, made her want to give in deeper. It felt so simple.
Compromise was the name of the game now. The goal of these pleasures. Something to drown out the frustration and guide both girls to submit and obey, the pleasures guiding them deeper into these frustrating ideas, into the idea of losing themselves to pure pleasure. It was a desire that didn’t feel sensible, the unreal joy of simply wanting to give themselves up to the insistent desire and the lust ripping them apart. Byleth switched between their pussies, moving with confidence and insistence to bring them both the pleasures they needed so desperately. It was a reward and an enticement, something to keep them obeying and giving in deeper to this, trying to tame them somehow. It wasn't much, but it had to be enough. There was no choice but for it to be.
The kisses came easier with each press of their lips. Lysithea and Edelgard were both confused, but there was something relieving about the other's touch, about accepting the growing frustrations and worries gradually building in intensity. This felt so strange, but it was something they could appreciate and give in to, delving in to these weirder feelings, accepting this pleasure as the only reasonable way forward now. Once they sank into the idea of getting along, the ideas came easier, pleasure they could embrace.
"That's it," Byleth said, alternating between fucking them, letting her control over them be as physical as it was emotional. Disciplinary insistence kept up deeper aggression, the pressure to keep them melting into this, to keep the girls surrendering fully to ideas that continued to entice them into obedience. There was nothing but pure pleasure here, an insistence that came on stronger. She was happy to keep them melting under her touch, to keep dominating and indulging. She had to. These overwhelming ideas became stranger and messier, but proving their rivalry to be wafer-thin and easily broken brought her an incredible satisfaction.
To keep kissing was to keep proving they could give in, and neither could stop kissing. Byleth’s aggressive insistence she could be shared finally broke through, and in that calm came a cooperation and a joy that they were able to embrace, growing hotter in their makeout session while Byleth taught them. They learned here something incredible, and the pleasures helped guide them into a crash down into hot bliss as their bodies struggled to keep from cumming. They wanted the moment to last, but it was near impossible to hold themselves back.
Until it became actually impossible. Until Edelgard and Lysithea fell apart, moaning madly into the kiss, grabbing at one another in obedient surrender and accepting the pleasures taking them down. They surrendered to all of this, proving themselves happily unable to ignore Byleth's love and the demands she made of them. They came apart, loving every second of the climaxes wearing them down. They'd been given a taste of what they wanted, broken down, and now built back up until finally, they could behave.
"I will settle for nothing less than both of you gift wrapped for me tomorrow evening," Byleth insisted. "My present this year is your cooperation. Understood?"
"Yes, professor," said two girls now happily clinging to one another, a new friendship forged at the tip of Byleth's strap.