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It’s been a long day, but not an unpleasant one, the bulk of it spent in revelry and celebration. That’s not what Edelgard wants or needs right now, though, and she is grateful, as ever, that she has married someone who understands her implicitly in this. Byleth had pulled her away for a quiet meal in their quarters, along with a hefty assortment of sweets that Edelgard knows her wife had procured specifically to appease her sweet tooth. Byleth, having finished her own meal, watches Edelgard as she eats her dessert, a lazy smile on her face that still sends a warm feeling through Edelgard every time she sees it.
Edelgard sets down her fork when she’s done, and Byleth’s smile widens. Edelgard gives her a smile of her own. “What, pray tell, is the meaning of the look you’re giving me, my love?” she says, her tone light, coy; she has a guess about what she’s after, but she also suspects that Byleth is in the mood to initiate (as is often the case). When her wife is feeling playful, she rarely feels the desire to stop her.
“Oh, it’s nothing, really,” Byleth says, still beaming at her. “Just thinking about how cute you are,” and at that, Edelgard still can’t quite keep herself from blushing, feeling the telltale warmth blooming across her cheeks. “And...wondering if you’d like to take things to bed, now.”
“I wouldn’t mind that,” Edelgard says. “Did you...have anything in particular in mind?”
“I might,” Byleth says, her eyes twinkling. “But first...shall I carry you to bed?”
“You’ll carry me,” Edelgard says, surprise and amusement in her tone, before she jolts, going rigid momentarily as Byleth really does pick her up before gradually relaxing in her arms.
“This is okay, right?” Byleth says, suddenly looking slightly nervous as she cradles Edelgard carefully in her arms. Edelgard sighs, forcing herself to relax further and leaning against Byleth’s shoulder.
“I...will allow it,” she says, murmuring into Byleth’s collarbone. “Just give me more warning next time, if this is to happen again.”
“Yeah, okay,” Byleth says. “That’s fair.” She carries Edelgard into their bed chambers with great care before gently setting her down on the mattress. Byleth kneels beside her, leaning in, breathing her in, a tender, contented expression on her face. “El,” she says, her voice soft, heavy with longing. “Since it’s your birthday...I want to make it good for you. I want to make you feel good.” She finds Edelgard’s hand with her own, laces her fingers into hers and holds it like she has a physical need, to touch her, to hold her, to be as close to her as possible… “Can I do that for you today?”
Edelgard finds the back of Byleth’s head with her free hand, threads her fingers through her hair as she pulls her in closer, ever closer to her. “Of course you may,” she murmurs, leaning in for a kiss.
Byleth takes the invitation, her lips soft, hungry against hers, gentle but laced with a subtle desperation. Almost chaste at first, Byleth presses her lips against hers, and again, and once more, only pulling away briefly in between, before lightly nipping at Edelgard’s bottom lip to request entry. Edelgard is happy to comply, and Byleth’s clever tongue deftly slips in. It’s a dance between them, Byleth’s tongue and hers moving together in tandem, slow, sensuous, the faint taste of chocolate and liqueur on Byleth’s lips. Byleth moving on to nip lightly at her jaw, trailing kisses down Edelgard’s throat, to the dip of her collarbone. Edelgard shivers, anticipation building.
“I want…” Byleth murmurs, and the husky quality her voice takes on at times like this never fails to set sparks of arousal alight in Edelgard. Her face close to Edelgard’s, close enough she can feel the heat radiating off of her, a light flush dusted over her cheekbones. Her love is always beautiful, but most so like this, in private moments only she can see. While Byleth searches for whatever words she’s looking for, she doesn’t break eye contact, looks only at her, soft and warm.
“You want?” Edelgard gently encourages, her hand lightly cradling Byleth’s cheek.
“I want to make you feel good,” Byleth says. She pauses, shaking her head, before adding, “I always want that, but...What I want is, I guess, I want to make it special. To give you a really good time, make you see stars...
“Let me take care of you, El.”
“Of course,” Edelgard says, her voice quiet, tender. “I already gave you permission, did I not?”
Byleth lets out a soft chuckle. “I suppose you did.” Her fingers trail down, finding Edelgard’s neckline, tugging down, and Edelgard’s grateful to have changed out of her regalia, with all of its layers and complex fastenings, into a simple dressing gown earlier in the evening. Easier access for Byleth, easier removal, as Byleth frees one of her breasts, cupping it gently. Her fingers dance over her–teasingly at first, then firmer, coaxing her nipple into a small peak and a sigh from Edelgard. She then repeats the process with the other breast, releasing it from her clothing and squeezing both lovingly, as though she treasures them dearly.
"I wish you'd stop teasing me, my love," Edelgard says quietly, slightly strained.
"You like it."
"Not when...you've made such big promises, you know," she says, playfulness and mild exasperation warring in her voice.
“Somehow, I don’t think that’s all there is,” Byleth says, removing Edelgard’s robe fully before fluidly divesting her of her smallclothes, leaving her fully bare. “Were you thinking of this? All day, perhaps?” she says, fingertips trailing a path up the inside of her thighs—still teasing, now and always. “About what you want me to do to you?”
“...It may have occurred to me from time to time, I suppose.”
Byleth smiles, bold and cheeky, as her fingers reach the junction of Edelgard’s thighs; she grazes Edelgard’s labia lightly and that alone is enough to make her breath hitch, turned on as she is. “I like that, you know,” Byleth hums as she works, playing with her lips, her entrance, working her over. “I like knowing you’re thinking about me...thinking dirty things…”
A finger dips into her, and Edelgard shudders. She wants more.
“Do you like imagining me fucking you, while you’re with other people...who don’t know the lewd things you’re imagining?” Byleth curls her finger, and even though it’s just one, not really enough, Edelgard clenches around her, lets out a soft whine. “You’re so wet, El… Does that turn you on? Thinking whatever obscene things you want, and no one knowing about it…” Byleth finally adds a second finger. Edelgard can’t fight back a moan. ”Or even doing things, in public, with everyone else none the wiser… Does that turn you on, El?” “You turn me on...hah, don’t stop…”
With her free hand, Byleth tenderly brushes Edelgard’s hair out of her face, and although she’s been married to her for a while, Edelgard’s heart still skips a beat. “Why would I ever stop? I have you right where I want you?"
Edelgard groans, leans into her touch, as Byleth fingers her, slowly but firmly, confidently, occasionally curling up inside her and making her gasp. It's good, it's very good, and Edelgard still wants, needs more.
Byleth pauses. "Actually…" she says, pulling out of her before pulling away completely.
Edelgard bites back a curse, feeling in the moment a surge of emotions—frustration, irritation, loss. "What—"
"Give me a moment," Byleth says, and Edelgard glances over to see her quickly disrobing. "I'll make it worth your while, I promise."
"I'll hold you to that," Edelgard grumbles. "I have not forgotten what I said about showing you the consequences of displeasing your emperor. I'm not one to make idle threats."
Byleth chuckles, a low, intoxicating sound that almost makes her forget her anger. Almost. "I know," Byleth hums. "Maybe one day I'll take you up on that, it could be fun. But I have every intention," she says, reaching down to a certain drawer, and Edelgard feels a thrum of anticipation as she realizes what she's looking for, "of keeping my promise."
Finding what she's looking for, Byleth returns to the bed, taking a moment to put on and adjust the harness and toy before rejoining Edelgard. When she’s kneeling above her, Byleth pauses, looking contemplative. “Is this okay?” she asks.
Edelgard squeezes her hand reassuringly. “Please.”
Byleth nods, and guiding the tip of the toy with her other hand, she enters Edelgard. Edelgard gasps as she drives into her—not rough, exactly, but fast and heavy. Byleth gives her a brief moment to adjust, squeezing her palm supportively, before thrusting into her again. She quickly finds a tempo, finds her rhythm, fucks into her again and again. The stretch, the burn of it is glorious, Edelgard’s nerves set alight. Byleth’s hand on Edelgard's hip to steady her as she thrusts, the other hand still holding hers—the bounce of Byleth’s breasts as she moves, the sheen of sweat on her brow. The sound of her own moans, torn from her throat almost without her realizing, the warmth of her skin from the heat rising up inside of her, the thrill of building orgasm. It’s all intoxicating, being tangled up in her, with her.
Her first orgasm of the night hits both gradually and before she expects it, a wave of pleasure rising through her like a steadily growing flame, as Byleth rocks her through it. Keeps going after the aftershocks settle, when her sensitivity is higher, although she gives Edelgard a quick studying look first, as if making sure she’s okay with it.
It’s pleasurable enough, but the first orgasm is the kind that mostly leaves her wanting more. Her pleasure rising, growing, with the second, the third… She feels Byleth’s hand squeeze hers as she rides out the aftershocks of the third orgasm, and she squeezes back.
“Here..” Byleth says, before nudging her to shift their positions, and Edelgard complies, feeling momentarily bereft for the brief time the toy is outside of her (and with the few remaining vestiges of logical thought in her head feeling slightly silly as a result).
Byleth maneuvers her so that she’s bent forward on her knees, the front of her body pressed against the bed, and Edelgard can’t help but let out a low moan as Byleth thrusts into her, the angle allowing her to drive the toy deep inside of her while simultaneously grazing against a particularly sensitive spot along her walls.
“Mm...good,” she groans, as her insides clench around the toy, feeling herself growing close again already.
“You like that?” Byleth purrs, voice heavy with desire, and Edelgard, impossibly, finds herself even more aroused by the sound of it
“Nn...y-yeah…” Her breath hitches as Byleth continues to fuck into her, so close she can almost feel it. “Byleth...please, I’m—”
“You getting close, El?”
Rather than answering, Edelgard moans, and her wife takes that as answer enough, speeding up, strengthening her thrusts, as Edelgard chases that precipice—finds it, the fourth orgasm the best yet, the fire building, growing inside of her. Byleth fucks her through it, and as she’s coming down, her hand finds Edelgard’s clitoris—the fifth orgasm following soon after, and the sixth. It’s good, it’s so good, she can hardly think, and she’s so sensitive by this point that the waves of pleasure running through her are almost too much.
It takes her a moment to gather the presence of mind to do so, but as she comes down, Edelgard presses a hand behind her to Byleth’s hips, as if to stop her, and Byleth complies.
“Do you want to stop?” Byleth asks.
Edelgard pulls herself into a sitting position on the bed, and, looking at her, she shakes her head. “No...we can continue. Just...I would like to pause for a moment,” she says. “And…” she continues, her voice soft, “I would like to see you, my teacher.”
Byleth huffs out a laugh. “Still ‘your teacher,’ am I?”
“No matter how many years pass since the time when you were my professor,” Edelgard says, placing a hand on Byleth’s cheek as she considers her words, “no matter our relationship, I will always look to you when I need guidance. And so I will always be proud to call you my teacher.”
Byleth leans into her touch, places her hand over hers. “Thank you, El.”
“Well,” Edelgard says as she collects herself, both unable and unwilling to hide the desire in her tone, “shall we continue where we left off?”
“Of course,” Byleth says with a grin, and Edelgard soon finds herself on her back, shoulders propped up with a pillow and her hips settled on Byleth’s lap, as Byleth swings Edelgard’s legs over her shoulders and thrusts into her—not as deep, this way, but hitting that sweet spot each time. Her movements are slower, now; it’s more of a steady build, this way, the pleasure growing gradually, slowly cresting that hill rather than the raging fire of before, but this, too, is good in its own way. One of Byleth’s hands finding her clitoris, tracing loose circles over it; she holds Edelgard’s hand with the other, their fingers entwined in much the same way the two of them are.
“How are you feeling?” Byleth murmurs, holding her gaze as she continues to move inside of her.
“Mm...good…” Edelgard breathes. “Keep going, like that…”
“Good...you’re so lovely like this, you know.”
Edelgard lets out a laugh that ends up turning into a moan partway through with Byleth’s thrust. “I could say...the same about you. Mm...from this...from this angle especially,” she says, shamelessly watching the bounce of her lover’s breasts as she fucks her.
Byleth laughs, too, before squeezing her hand. “Well...I’m glad that you’re feeling good...are you close?”
“Mm...getting there, yes…” she says, and Byleth starts gradually thrusting deeper, harder—not as fast or frantic as before, but with deliberation, a certain weight behind each movement.
It’s like a slowly growing wave when it hits her—not as sudden as any of her previous orgasms on this night, but her seventh is as strong as any other, each ripple that passes through her slow but powerful in a way where it almost sneaks up on her, as Byleth fucks her through it.
Exhaustion sets in, and Edelgard finds herself collapsing onto the soft surface of the bed, Byleth at her side following suit. Guiltily, Edelgard stirs. “I should—”
Byleth gives her a soft smile, shaking her head. “Don’t worry about it.”
Edelgard frowns. “I should take care of you. I want to.”
“Don’t worry about it. It’s your day, after all.”
“If you’re sure…”
“I am.” Byleth lifts a hand to caress Edelgard’s cheek. “Happy birthday, El.”
Tired though she is, Edelgard leans into her touch, and she murmurs, “I’m always my happiest when I’m with you.”