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“It just feels sooo much better when you imagine someone doing it to you!”
“Oh absolutely, the person you envision makes all the difference. For me… Someone like His Highness, Dimitri, is perfect… Ah, I can’t get enough! If only he would look at me for real.”
Byleth was in the middle of a task when she overheard two girls chatting nearby. She had been mostly tuning them out, as she normally does for random students, that was until she heard them say the name of a familiar young man. Her ears picked up the mention of her house leader, His Highness, Dimitri.
Her curiosity heightened. There were many things Dimitri would be perfect for, but she didn’t know the context in this situation as she had not been listening prior to his mention. However, at that moment she had no greater desire than to find out. She excused her curiosity as perhaps being beneficial to her strategy planning. A good professor should know all about her student’s strengths after all.
She walked over to the girls chatting. Without batting an eye, she asked bluntly, “What are you two talking about?” There was not a single ounce of emotion on her face, but a curious glint in her eyes.
The two girls looked shocked. One stammers out, “Oh no! Don’t tell me you heard us, Professor?” The girl buries her face in her hands, “How embarrassing!”
With a pleading look in her eyes, the other girl begs, “Don’t ask us, please, Professor!”
Byleth frowns at the girls clearly feigning embarrassment. They were more giddy than anything else.
“You couldn’t stop talking a moment ago, and yet now you won’t say a word… I just wanted to know how thinking Dimitri helps…” Byleth says sulkily while frowning at the two girls.
“Huh?” The two girls stare blankly at their professor before bursting out into laughter.
“So you didn’t hear the whole thing?” laughs the first girl as a wave of relief spreads across her face.
The girl, nearly crying from laughter, adds, “Honestly, I thought when you asked you trying to use humiliation as punishment for such unholy thoughts.”
Byleth’s frown deepens as her brow furrows. The curiosity is eating her alive as the two girls dodge her question. Something had pulled at her heart when they mentioned his highness, her pupil, Dimitri… The kind young man with something lurking below the surface…
“So… Are you going to tell me now that you know I’m just curious?” Byleth says in a huff with a frown on her face and her arms crossed, yet a glint of emotion sparkled in her eyes, “What does humiliation and unholy thoughts have to do with your conversation about Dimitri anyway?”
The two girls' laughter had ended as they stared blankly at their professor.
One asks hesitantly, “Are you serious, Professor?”
“Is it really that bad if I am?” Byleth says looking disappointed at their reluctant responses.
The two girls quietly and nervously look at each other, as if they were having an intense conversation by only communicating with their eyes. They apprehensively nod in agreement. The Professor of unknown age before them had the appearance of a peer more so than a mentor. Rather than admitting to their misdeeds to an authority figure, in that moment it was like they were chatting to a clueless friend.
“Well, you see… We were talking about that.” says one of the girls, emphasizing “that” when she spoke. She used an unfamiliar hand gesture.
“Yes, that thing you can do to unwind, for stress relief,” chimed in the other girl.
The first girl nods, “I was mentioning it just works better when you imagine it was someone you like doing it to you.”
Starting to get exasperated, Byleth stares blankly at them, “What works better? You keep saying ‘that’ or ‘the thing’, but you aren’t telling me what it is!”
The two girls are taken aback. They trip over their words trying to re-explain it without saying it directly. With each new euphemism, Byleth’s frown deepens along with her confusion. She doesn’t understand. Byleth did often pet the cats throughout the monastery, but she was struggling to figure out how thinking of someone else petting the cats for them would help. The two girls at their wit's end give up on their roundabout explanations.
The braver of the two girls leans in and whispers in Byleth’s ear, “You know, that, masturbation, when you feel yourself down there… In your groin.”
Byleth’s eyes widen in shock as she blurts out, “That’s really something people do?”
Byleth questions herself. On reflection, It did seem like she had the vague idea that was something people did, but the thought had never really crossed her mind before. As a mercenary, fighting for life and death and a good meal, it was the furthest thing from her mind.
“Haha, very funny professor. So like we were saying, sometimes your own touch just isn’t enough. It helps if you imagine the person you like, or a person you’re attracted to is good enough I guess.” the girl mused out loud.
“This, Absolutely this!” chimed in the other girl, "When I take some time to myself and just imagine it was his highness… If he were to wrap his arms around me, if I were in his embrace and...” The girl sighed dreamily, “It’s the best. It really gets me going!”
Byleth feels a tightening in her chest. Normally the joy-filled face of her student made her feel happy as well, but this… This just left an unpleasant feeling, like a dark cloud hung over her. It wasn't quite anger, but she knew that emotion she was feeling wasn't good. She had to get away from this conversation.
“I see. Thank you for the... tip, I will keep it in mind, you two have fun, but I should really get back to work,” Byleth said while feigning a smile as she excuses herself from the conversation.
Despite saying she should get back to work, she decided to take a breather. She sat on an outdoor bench and stared up into the vacant blue sky as she let the new information sink in. She noted that there weren’t many wyverns or pegasus in the sky today as she shifted uncomfortably in her seat. The conversation from earlier was replaying in her mind with nothing to distract her.
Was it supposed to feel good when you touch yourself? She thought while questioning the concept.
Byleth had never done such a thing. She tried thinking about what does feel good and using that as reference. The first thing that comes to mind is eating. She could happily and easily down 8 meals a day. However, she frowns. Eating was good, but it’s not something she would do to relieve stress like they described. In that line of thought, she started considering, what does she do to relieve stress?
Stretching? Like eating, that hardly felt as good as the two girls described. It certainly wasn’t bad though.
Fishing? While it is a new hobby she's picked up, that… doesn’t really feel like anything at all. It is the absence of feeling perhaps she mused to herself. She did consider that when a fish bit there was some excitement in reeling it in. However, that didn’t seem quite right, but maybe it was getting closer.
Fighting? ...Isn’t that what people would say caused the stress to begin with? A nice sparring match on the other hand wasn’t too bad, but it was more of an adrenaline rush. Byleth began visualizing one of her many spars with Dimitri. Her mind wandered beyond the fight, as she recalled specific moments. Breathless... Panting... Sweat dripping and glistening off his face, and that intense gaze Dimitri always had for her. She shifted uncomfortably in her seat as she recalled it. She tried to think of something else to avoid his piercing gaze that exists even in her memory.
Byleth’s brow furrowed as she stared into space. She didn’t believe what the two girls said could be that good, but she couldn’t think of anything that compared to what they described. Would she just have to do it herself to understand? Byleth lost in thoughts like that, loses sight of her surroundings when suddenly, a hand on her shoulder jolts her back to reality. Startled, she gasps in surprise.
“Ah? Sorry, Professor, I didn’t mean to startle you,” Dimitri says with a startled expression as well. He had not expected to surprise his professor. She had always seemed aware of her surroundings.
“Sorry, Dimitri, I was just thinking about things and lost track of my surroundings,” Byleth said with her brow still furrowed.
“I noticed. You have such a serious expression on your face, I was worried something might be wrong,” Dimitri said softly with concern in his voice.
“Oh, no… It’s nothing serious,” Byleth said wistfully before bluntly stating exactly what she was contemplating, “I was just thinking about masturbation.”
“Oh, I see, you were just thinking about...” Dimitri’s face quickly flushes red, his mouth agape unable to continue speaking due to the shock of what she had said.
“Yeah, two students explained it to me today but...” Byleth’s frown deepens as she continues, “I haven’t been able to comprehend why people would do it...’” She looks up at Dimitri, he’s somewhat composed himself but his face is still blushed red. She hesitates before asking with a serious face and a curious glint in her eye, “What about you… Do you mastrubate, Dimitri?”
Still in shock, Dimitri sputters out an honest answer, “Y-Yes?!”
Byleth frown further deepens as she looks at Dimitri. In horror from his own honest answer and her reaction, the color drains from his face. She looks away from him, and down at her own feet. Sulking and fidgeting with her fingers, Byleth said in a despondent voice, “Maybe I really am missing out on something...”
Byleth didn’t feel any urge to try masturbating, but unlike when the girls admitted to doing it, knowing Dimitri did it too caused something to stir within her. Was she curious about who he might be pining for when he does it? Or did she perhaps want to feel closer to him by having more shared experiences? Byleth's thoughts were a mess but she knew something needed to be done. After making her decision, she looked straight ahead, still not looking back at Dimitri. She wistfully muses to herself out loud, “Maybe I ought to do it too.”
Dimitri, still in disbelief and confusion about the whole conversation, word vomits the only reply he could think of, “I can give you a hand if you need help?!” Immediately followed by an internal cringe that could bring the strongest warrior to his knees. He was prepared to accept his fate worse than death, and in that acceptance, he thought it might be happiness in its own way.
Byleth tilts her head as if she’s giving it some thought as she responds, “No, that’s quite alright-- Oh, but wait!” Byleth remembered the key point of the discussion from earlier, imagining someone doing it to you makes it feel better. “The girls said it was better if you imagined someone else, so then it must be even better if someone else actually does it, right?” Byleth was quite satisfied with that conclusion, not realizing she had jumped many steps passed the original topic.
Barely able to speak while wishing for his own demise, Dimitri just stutters out, “I suppose so?” in confused agreement. Astonished he was still alive, with still no signs of imminent death.
Byleth smiles, finally looking at Dimitri, “Then that settles it! Let’s meet up after dinner and try it!” Byleth stands up and brushes off her clothes. She pats Dimitri on the shoulder saying, “See you then!”
Dimitri stands frozen in shock as Byleth skips off back to work. He pinches his cheek to make sure he’s not dreaming. “Ouch!” Dimitri exclaims, “It’s not a dream... That can't be right...” He touches his forehead to see if this was some sort of fever-induced delusion he’s having, not that it does any good due to his gauntlets. The cynical side of Dimitri takes over as he tries to figure out what the catch is. He mumbles to himself, “Did Sylvain set this up...? No, it doesn’t seem twisted or crass enough… Unless...” The anxiety and tension within Dimitri increases, unsure of what is going on. He tries to not get any ideas from what has to be some sort of twisted joke.
That evening, at Dinner, Dimitri sat across from Byleth. He struggled to swallow his food. He’s choked on his food multiple times. He watches Byleth chow down happily on her food. He starts to relax thinking maybe he was just having a vivid dream earlier, or she really was just joking with him. Once he’s finished as much of his meal that he can swallow, he stands up and excuses himself to take his tray back.
Byleth quickly scarfs down her remaining food before asking, “Wait! You haven't forgotten, right? Are you ready… To you know, give me a hand after dinner?”
Dimitri’s voice cracks nearly as much as his tray as he responds with a one-word answer, “Y-yes?”
Byleth helps pick up the splinters from his food tray. After apologizing to the cafeteria staff, they walk side by side heading back to her room. Byleth unlocks her room inviting Dimitri in. He hesitates before stepping over the threshold and entering. There is no turning back, but he still has his doubts. He looks around nervously to see if anyone is hiding. While still scanning the room for others, he hears the click as Byleth shuts and locks the door behind them. She had been looking forward to this, but Dimitri was still skeptical that this was perhaps a prank.
“So I guess we should get started?” Byleth states as she loosens the belt that holds her dagger. After taking the belt off, she goes to start unzipping her shorts when-
“STOP, STOP, STOP! Wait a second!” Dimitri screeches, panicking. He was still waiting for someone to pop out and yell surprise and that this was all just some sort of joke or misunderstanding.
Byleth, startled by his screeching, looks at him with a puzzled expression as she tilts her head and asks, “Why?”
“Umm… Well, that is to say...” Dimitri, exasperated, desperately searched for the words to cover his own embarrassment. He blurts the first excuse to come to mind, “I’ll do it!” He instantly regrets his statement, but now he had no choice but to follow through as he was a man of his word.
“Oh? Ok, then,” Byleth says with no hesitation. She opens her stance wide allowing Dimitri access to undress her how he likes. She shows no sign of shyness nor hesitation. If it weren't for the guilt and anxiety he was feeling, this would be a dream come true for him. Still waiting for the whole thing to be announced as a joke, Dimitri approaches her apprehensively.
He looks around to figure out how best to delay the situation. First, he removes his own gauntlets. Then he decides to start taking off hers. As he removes both of her gauntlets, he states clearly, “If you… Change your mind, or anything, you can stop me at any time…Just so you know.” Byleth nods as Dimitri continues taking off her armor, piece by piece.
Rather than building any doubts in her mind, each touch sets her skin ablaze. As each piece of armor falls to the floor, her anticipation heightens. This wasn’t something she had felt before. As he set his hand on her waist to carefully remove her corset armor, revealing just her crop top undershirt, she suddenly felt aware of just how close he was to her. She felt a warmth spread across her face. She wondered if Dimitri always seemed this tall or if his shoulders were always that broad. Her senses became hyper-aware of his presence and every movement he made.
Just as Byleth was taking it all in, Dimitri got on his knees and told her, “You can hold onto me for support as I take your shoes off.”
Byleth hums in understanding while following his every movement. With her arms, she holds onto his shoulder as she holds up one foot for him. He slowly pulls one boot off. Next, he unbuckles her knee armor. She wonders if it’s her imagination that she feels his breath on her legs. She lifts up the next foot for him to pull off the boot. After the boots were both removed, Dimitri glanced up nervously.
The final task was a rather tall hurdle for him. Surely she would have stopped him by now had this all been a joke. He hadn’t prepared himself for the chance that their conversation earlier had been real or that this was really going to happen. However, it’s too late to stop now and deep down, he didn't want to stop. He takes a big gulp, and despite his nerves, he slowly unzips her shorts. He inches the shorts down over her hips until they’ve gotten far enough down that they just drop to the floor unassisted. He momentarily stares at her panties. Not even his fantasy could create such an erotic image. There was something extra enticing about the sight of her undergarment obscured by her stockings. While Admiring the sight, Dimitri hesitates in removing the stocking. The tights appear so delicate, his hands hovered without touching them.
Byleth interjects, “Oh Wait!”
Dimitri let out a sigh of relief at being stopped, although he was also disappointed. He felt this sight alone could satisfy him for the rest of his life, until…
“It’s a pain to get new stockings and parts of them are pretty delicate, so I’ll take them off myself!” Byleth exclaimed cheerfully like she hadn’t a care in the world.
Dimitri blushes furiously frozen in shock as he watches her bend over to carefully remove her stockings. His eyes lingered on the shape of figure. She was slowly sliding her stocking down before she sets them neatly on her desk. She was wearing nothing but her crop top and panties. He had always known her figure was fantastic, but this sight was better than anything he could imagine. It was his dream come true, however, he couldn’t help but feel incredibly guilty. He still felt unsure if this was real or a joke. If it was real, then wasn't he the bad guy taking advantage of a woman’s inexperience instead of being a proper gentleman taking things slowly and explaining to them as they went along? Not that he, himself, had any experience of his own other than the late nights he had pined to thoughts of her and the fantasy of something like this happening.
Byleth interrupts his self-loathing with an innocent question that was far from pure, “Are you going to take off my panties? or should I?”
With that question, It really hit home to him that this was actually happening. He blushed furiously. It wasn’t a joke. It wasn’t his imagination. He could slip her panties right off. Not only that, she was asking if he would. The guilt gnawing at his heart prevented him from answering the way he would have liked. If he could, he would be ripping the panties right off her body. He imagined the scenario where he confidently accept and tugged her clothing away with his teeth. His self-restraint wouldn't let him release that inner beast. “No, you can leave them on,” Dimitri says as he stands up. He moves over to sit on her bed before continuing, “We can do it with them on, just come over here and sit in my lap.” Byleth nods and cozies up to Dimitri. She sits on his lap, in his arms, however, his armor grinds and jabs her bare figure uncomfortably.
Before Dimitri had done as much as hold her, she says, “Dimitri, wait a second...” Dimtri instantly pulls his hands away leaving them to hover in the air like he had been caught red handed doing something he shouldn't. Byleth turns around and starts unbuckling his sword belt.
“Eh? What are you doing?” a confused and startled Dimitri squeaks out.
“Your armor is digging into me, I can’t get comfortable...” Byleth says as she focuses on removing his armor.
“Oh, I see...” Dimitri says in a nervous but calm manner that hid the fact his heart was beating out of his chest.
He did his best to restrain his own thoughts at the alluring sight of her undressing him. Dimitri swallows hard, his mouth feeling dry, as Byleth unzips his outer armor. She carefully removes it from his chest leaving only his undershirt and pants on. She sets it to the side and cozies back up to him. She rubs her back and shoulders on his chest before exclaiming, “Yes, this is much better! There's nothing hard sticking out and poking me anymore.”
“That won’t be true for much longer if you keep that up,” Dimitri said with a sigh while trying to remain calm. The feeling of her pressing into his chest made it a struggle to keep his own desires in check. He was already feeling a couple of twitches down below.
“Eh? What?” Byleth asked, confused.
“Nothing, forget it, Are you ready?” Dimitri asks to steer the conversation away from his growing boner.
“Yes, please go ahead,” Byleth says with a smile as she stares at Dimitri.
Dimitri, struggling more than ever with his own self-control. Any protection against sensations of her has torn away when she took off his outerwear. He could feel her in his arms with much accuracy. Dimitri positions his left arm around her to support her tiny figure. Had she always been this small, he wondered to himself. With his right hand, he caresses down her abdomen, stopping just at the top of her panties. He gulps and takes a deep breath. He could go one of two ways. He hesitates before choosing to be less invasive and caresses her on top of her panties. Having never done this before, he wasn’t sure if he was getting the right spot. To his astonishment, he did notice the dampness of the fabric. Assuming that was a good place to start with, he began moving his hand in a circular motion, rubbing very gently as he searched for the exact right spot. He moved as gently as possible out of fear she would break.
Byleth’s face flushed as his fingers followed a rhythmic motion. It was far from unpleasant but it wasn’t quite the feeling the girls had described to her. Instead, Byleth was further aware of every touch or sensation she felt. She hadn’t noticed before, but Dimitri’s hands are rather large. They make even her calloused well-worn hands look like that of a dainty princess. She was aware of his firm chest and strong arm wrapped around her. She felt protected when she was hit with the shock of the sudden realization she was doing something so incredibly intimate with Dimitri. It left her feeling a little shy, but that didn't mean she wanted to stop. She wondered why she had agreed to this. Was she just trying to block the girl’s fantasy? Did she just not want to give Dimitri up even to people’s dreams? She was thinking this when she was hit with a sudden jolt. Dimitri had been moving around in a couple of different motions. He was in the right general area. Even she felt the wetness of the fabric as it suctioned to his fingers. Something about the last movement had hit just right but there wasn’t enough… What was missing... Using her instincts she acts decisively.
“Dimitri, I think you’re being too gentle. I won’t break, so don’t hold back so much. The light touch doesn’t feel bad though! I just… I want to be able to feel you more!” Byleth hesitates as she tries to figure out what to ask, “So, please just use more strength.”
“Huh?” Dimitri stares bewildered that she was asking for more. He instantly nods, “Understood.” Even in moments like this he followers her directions without question. Dimitri apprehensively starts rubbing with more vigor. He picks up his pace in the motion as well, when Byleth feels another jolt.
“There! That’s it.” Byleth says as her breathing becomes more uneven.
Dimitri desperately tries to please her by doing the same thing again, but it isn’t enough. She feels the texture of her own panties more than anything. Her instincts tell her that that’s what is wrong.
“Dimitri, let me help..” She says as she takes his hand, and much to his shock guides it into her panties. She positions it near the top of her dripping wet slit. The spot she felt the strongest reaction, the clit. His hand is paralyzed as he feels the beginning of her fold directly, the wetness more slippery when not behind the fabric. She tells him, “Continue, do what you were just doing...”
After the moment of shock wears off, he gets his bearing. Starting off slowly, not wanting to hurt her when there was no fabric to protect her from his strength. He builds up speed and pressure in his rhythmic motion. She gasps letting out a small moan as her breathing becomes more and more uneven. The more strength he uses, the better her response and the more comfortable he feels applying the pressure in his movement. Byleth starts to tense up and begins to twitch. He keeps up his fervent pace. Byleth is starting to feel floaty when she leans into him. Clinging to him in a daze, she begs, “Kiss me.” Dimitri follows her request without question. His self-doubt had since faded away as he focused on pleasing her. He keeps his hand moving as he leans in to devour her lips.
Byleth wasn’t sure why she asked to be kissed, but she was too overwhelmed to care. She feels her mouth being penetrated by his tongue in a deep passionate kiss all the while he rubs her down below. Her whole tenses up as her body spasms. Her toes curl as she tightly clings to his body and his lips. Once their lips separate and her breathing relaxes, the spasming subsides, and her toes uncurl. She looks at Dimitri adoringly while in this daze of passion. The only thing she can bring herself to say is “More...”
Dimitri’s inhibitions were lowered. The only barrier being the split between his own desires and his self-control. They were split much like the slit he had his right hand was on, and he desperately wanted to feel more of. After lightly kissing her cheek, then her forehead, then her cheek once more, he responds, “Of course.” Dimitri inches off her soaked panties revealing her glistening slit. Byleth, still in a daze, doesn’t question his actions. She is, however, curious about the change, until, gasp, Dimitri’s finger slips right into her throbbing, slippery cunt. It was a part of her that she hadn’t even realized could feel, or move, let alone clenched down on his finger.
Dimitri chuckles while quietly whispering “You don’t need to tense up like that.” As she tries to relax herself, he gently moves his finger in and out. This causes her to act instinctively. She tries to clench her legs together, but Dimitri, with his other hand, keeps them apart. Dimitri humms happily as he watches her reactions to every one of his small movements as he slides his finger in and out of her. He admired her pleasure with a small amount of smugness that he was what caused her to look like this… That he was what caused her to get this wet. That it was his finger rubbing inside of causing such a reaction. “Just let me know if it feels uncomfortable,” he says as he inserts another finger. Byleth gasps. Unsure if this is a feeling of very mild discomfort or pleasure from the pressure the extra finger caused.
Giving it a moment, she closes her eyes to focus on the feeling to decide. “I’m fine, keep going,” Byleth says with an unsteady voice after deciding it wasn’t unpleasant. Beyond that, as she felt his fingers move around inside her, all she could think about is she wanted more. She wanted something beyond his fingers, but couldn’t quite pinpoint what it is she craved. Before she could consider the thought any further, Dimitri repositioned his hand inside her as to allow for his thumb to rub on her clit. She moaned as he started rubbing on her clit while two of his fingers were inside her. All she could focus on was the sensation he was causing. She closed her eyes as he continued to rub while pressure building inside her from his other fingers. It was a feeling building at the same speed of the squelches she heard. He brought her to climax once again. Her legs dripping with her own wetness. Panting, Byleth slowly comes out of her daze, opening her eyes. The throb in her lower region as she watched him withdraw his finger from inside of her. She lovingly watched as he licked his own fingers clean from her fluids.
It was then she noticed she might not be alone in what she was feeling as she felt something hard prodding her. She noticed the tent forming in his pants. She reaches out and gentlely touches his crotch, “Would you like any help with that?”
Embarrassed, Dimitri pulls away tugging down on his own shirt to cover it, “Don’t worry about it, it’s nothing!” he says frantically, yet unintentionally, rejecting her advances.
Byleth sits frozen, unable to react. Her inner thighs still slick from her own excitement. Her most vulnerable areas are completely visible. In contrast to joy she felt moments ago, an ache forms in her chest. She had felt completely comfortable with Dimitri until his fervent rejection. She suddenly felt self-conscious about what they had done. She started to stammer out an apology, “Sorry, I just thought...” Byleth couldn’t finish her sentence as any emotion faded from her face. The words in her heart were jumbled. What did she think? Did she just want to reciprocate actions to be fair? Was there more to it than that? Did she want to feel him as he felt her? Her mind raced a mile a minute hitting her worst thoughts and fears, as well as truths that she was scared to face. Byleth couldn’t hide the hurt on her face.
Dimitri’s heart ached as well upon seeing that hurt. He hadn't intended for that reaction when he declined her offer. Dimitri wanted nothing more than to continue, however, his own self-hatred had caused him to pull away. His fears had caused him to hurt the person he cared deeply for. He could only do one thing to make this right.
Taking Byleth's hand into his own, he brought it softly up to his lips, kissing the back of her hand. “I didn’t mean to upset you. I was just… surprised, since we hadn’t discussed that… So… Umm…” Dimitri opens his arms facing her without holding back, “If you really want to give me a hand too, you can...”
Byleth stares blankly at him for a moment, her spirits starting to lift. A small smile creeps across her face due to his sincere gesture. She nods, but this time she reaches for his shirt and starts to undo the buttons.
“Huh? What are you doing?” Dimitri asks dumbfounded but curious as Byleth makes her way down his shirt.
“Well… I thought it would help ease into things like when you took off my armor… I’m sometimes overly blunt, so I thought I startled you by being too direct. This type of thing takes subtleties right?” Byleth says as a blush spreads across her cheek.
She couldn't bring herself to say directly that she wanted to take his clothing off, nor admit that when had undressed her she felt a desire she couldn't explain and wanted him to feel that way too. She avoids looking him in the eye and instead focuses on the buttons. After the last button is undone, she slowly moves the shirt off his shoulders exposing his bare but well toned chest. She looks up to see if Dimitri is still tense. She starts caressing his muscular chest making her way down to his waistband in hopes to relax him. She smiles satisfactorily as a small moan escapes his mouth while she traces along his abbs with her finger. She notices that he’s still tense, but it’s changing. His face is flushed as he bites down on his lower lip, holding back his honest reactions. She slowly unzipped his pants to see his member straining against his undergarment. She inches down his underwear, looking up periodically to make sure things are ok until the garment is pulled down far enough. His throbbing member springs up and out, now free from its restraints.
She gasps at the sight. He was large. Byleth hesitantly takes hold of it. She’s never handled something like this before and is unsure of what is the best thing to do. What she does know, is there is a heat forming in her own groin as she begins to stroke him. She looks up at his face while stroking him, enamored by his loss of composure. His uneven breathing entices her. To her surprise, his gaze seemed quite familiar to her. She thought it had changed, but it was oh so similar to how he always looked at her. That realization stirred something in her. She wants to see more of his reactions but is unsure how. She thought that since he had done this before, he would certainly know the best approach. While continuing to stroke him, she asks, “Is there anything I can do to make it better? Is there anything you want?”
In a daze, Dimitri stutters out, “I want to be in you...”
Byleth stares blankly as Dimitri’s expression changes to that of a small cringe. Clearly regretting his overly honest answer. Byleth, however, didn't mind, and responds, “Where? In my mouth?” Byleth wasn’t exactly sure what he wanted but was willing to find out. No, she wanted to find out. She wanted him to say it.
Embarrassed, Dimitri shakes his head. Intoxicated from the feeling of her gentle caressing of his member, he continues to speak open and honestly with her. “Well, that wouldn’t be bad either, but… hnng,” Byleth had stroked a bit too hard that time, “I want to be inside you... Like my fingers were...” Dimitri says while obscuring part of his face with his hand out of embarrassment.
Byleth stares curiously at him as she feels a throb and a tingle in her own groin. Recalling the ways his hands entered her, the feeling of pressure, and that craving for more. Maybe this is what she wanted too. A blush spreads across her cheek as she responds, “OK, you can put it inside of me...” Saying those words out loud made her groin throb even more. She stopped stroking his member and repositioned herself in front of him on the bed. Her legs were completely spread open. “Go ahead, Dimitri...”
Dimitri stares at her exposed self, done specifically to accept him, he stared admiring her.
“Umm… How long are you going to just stare…?” Byleth says nervously as she’s put herself in a completely vulnerable position for a person she trusts.
“Sorry, It’s just… You’re beautiful.” Dimitri says as he excitedly prepares himself. Flinging his pants off onto the floor. He lines up his member with her slit. Tracing the opening with the tip of his dick a couple of times. He lets the slippery fluid from her excitement cover him while nudging against her enterance.
The anticipation is causing Byleth’s heart to burst. Moaning, she exclaims, “Dimitri… Don’t make me wait...”
Smirking, Dimitri replies, “As you wish.” He starts pushing into her folds. She’s slick so there wasn’t much resistance, but it is tight. Only just the tip is in when he notices her biting her own arm. “Are you okay? Does it hurt?” Dimitri says with concern. His desire to be inside of her will always be set aside for her comfort.
Byleth nods, “It stings a little...”
“Should I stop?” Dimitri says, worried over her well-being.
Byleth shakes her head, “No, keep going!”
Dimitri nods, but apprehensively continues. Slowly pushing into her as gently as possible. She gasps as he starts rubbing her clit. It sends a tingling sensation through her. Unsure if it was a positive response, Dimitri says, “I thought it would help...”
“Hmm...” Byleth hums while in a daze, unable to focus on one sensation or the other. The slight stinging entry that she wasn’t sure if it even hurt or was just a feeling she wasn’t used to, or the rubbing on her clit. The feelings started to blur together. Her breathing becomes uneven. Just when she was starting to feel overwhelmed by it all another feeling jolts through her. Fullness, pressure, and perhaps pleasure? She’s unsure, she opens her eyes to look. She sees that it’s all in. Byleth exclaims with astonishment, “It actually fits?!”
Dimitri leans in and kisses her on the forehead. “Of course it does, were you worried it wouldn’t?” Dimitri chuckles while giving Byleth a moment to get used to the feeling before doing anything else.
Byleth pouts, “But… it’s so big… Ah!?” Just then she felt it deeper. Her eyes widen in shock, “Did it just grow bigger?!”
Dimitri, well aware that indeed happened, blushes as he replies, “It can’t be helped, it would happen to anyone if the person they loved said that.”
“Eh?” Byleth’s face burns red as she stares at him, his words ringing in her ears. The person he loved.
“AH?!?” Dimitri covers his mouth with his hands. His ears, neck, and fingertips blush furiously. If he were able to run away after making such a confession he would, but he tries not to move too much since his dick is still inside her. She’s still not used to him, and even now, her comfort is a priority to him.
Byleth unintentionally clenches around his member as she stares at him. She quietly says, “...Say it...”
Dimitri nervously asks her to repeat herself.
“Say it again!” Byleth says more confidently this time. She stares up at him expectantly.
The two connected as one, Dimitri repeated himself with a little less confidence, “I… I love you.”
Byleth wasn’t really sure what love was, but her heart swelled with joy at his words. She felt more secure than ever. She hadn’t the time to sort out her own feelings yet, but she was willing to risk and take the gamble that what she felt was most certainly love too, and not just the dick inside her.
A coquettish smile spreads across her face as she replies with a giggle, “Me too.”
Dimitri’s eyes widen. Unsure of what to do. His member throbbed in delight, craving her more. Her heart, body, mind, and soul, he wanted it all. He feared making a move now would ruin the moment after such a confession. As he was thinking that he felt a jolt of pleasure in his loin. Byleth had started moving her hips a little, teasing him. He was about to burst.
“Are we not going to continue?” Byleth said with a playful pout.
Overwhelmed by everything he was feeling, Dimitri blurts out, “No, I just wasn’t sure how long to wait for you to get accustomed to it… I didn’t want to hurt you.”
“I think I’m OK now. It doesn’t really sting anymore… Maybe it never did and I just wasn’t used to the sensation of being this full.” Byleth says matter of factly, but with a look of longing on her face.
“Then, I’ll start thrust, but let me know if you are uncomfortable…” Dimitri said hesitantly, as he slowly started moving. He was very gentle, not truly out of consideration for her, but rather in his attempt to not cum prematurely. As he slowly thrusted in and out, Dimitri watched Byleths chest moved up and down with her breath. He was searching for something to keep him from exploding in her and thought that was good enough, until…
Byleth pulled down the collar of her shirt revealing her bare breasts to him, before saying in a flirting manner, “I noticed you watching–” Before Byleth could say anything else, Dimitri lost control with one strong thrust before pulling out completely. He tried to cover himself, but it was too late. He had released himself on her stomach and chest. He was just luckly it didn't make it all the way up to her face. Before Dmitri could cover his embarrassment, Byleth giggled, “It seemed like you wanted to see these, and it looks like I was right.” Rather than being embarrassed, she reveled in the fact her stomach, and breasts were covered by his load.
But it wasn’t enough.
Dimitri, embarrassed about how short his time with her was. He couldn’t help but think it wasn’t enough, but he didn’t know how to tell her. He didn’t want to be too rough with her, but he wanted to be united as one with her once more. He wanted to show her the full extent of his capabilities that were cut short due to his lack of experience.
But it wasn’t enough.
She knew enough that that was the end goal of this kind of intimate activity, but it wasn’t enough for her. She felt empty at the loss of the dick inside her. It had truely been too short of a time. She didn't regret exposing her chest as his reaction was a delight, but she did wonder if she hadn't would the moment have lasted a little longer. She wanted it again, and again. Just thinking of what she had felt mere moments ago was driving her insane with desire.
She decided she wouldn’t let it end. If she had to, she’d start it all over again. With that in mind, she reached toward Dimitri, knowing any rejection could be undone.
Byleth traced his chest down towards his groin before whispering, “And what would it take to do this again?”
With that single question, Dimitri could feel a twitch in his groin. The heat growing once again. He takes her hand and brings it to his mouth and kisses it. “Just asking is more than enough. A simple look would do.” Dimitri said as he gazed into her eyes with a desire that matched her own. A gaze that was very familar to her, but she now fully understood the intent behind it.
As the night continued, His self-doubts faded away and her understanding of love and desire grew. They were together in that moment, not as student and teacher, nor as prince and commoner, just together as two people deeply enamored with each other.