A different version of events.

The sun had set some time ago, the monastery now covered in faint moonlight. All the students had retired to their dorms and many of their rooms were now silent and dark. There were exceptions: a few books illuminated by candles, the scratching of a quill. In one particular room however, at the end of the common quarters, was the sound of furniture creaking, heavy grunts, and frequent moans. No light was lit in here, only the faint glimmer of moonlight, barely illuminating two figures. And in the upper corner of the room, unknown to the world, floated a lithe, green-haired girl, who despondently watched the scene below…

Byleth lay atop her bed, squirming in the dark. Fingers grasped at whatever they could find - the sheets, her pillow, the body on top of her - nails clawing in **** delight. Her world was a void of bliss, pleasure the only constant. Kostas had his hands hooked behind her knees, holding himself up as he drove his entire form into her. The sound of quick, forceful thrusts filled the room, punctuated by feminine cries and masculine grunts.

Here I am yet again… Byleth thought.

Kostas had broken her down yet again. For her, it was a harsh retelling of her submission to him, yet another version of her fall. For the brigand however, it was still his initial triumph, his first conquest, but one of many he was unaware of. There were no threats this time, only cruel stimulation and tantalizing ridicule…

“Slut.”

“Whore.”

She hated the words, but softened as he heard him whisper them in her ear. It began as soon as he carried her back inside...

Kostas let Byleth down but held her tight as his hand returned to her lower lips. It began to work her flesh as the other saw to unwrapping his prize. Soon, bits of her uniform were tossed aside, all the while feeling his crude hands explore her folds.

“I didn’t think you would be this easy...” he remarked.

As if to emphasize his point his pushed one of his fingers up and into her, eliciting a sharp cry. Another cruel chuckle.

“A mercenary? A Professor? Ha! Yer just a whore. A slut who’s forgotten her place.”

A second finger joined the first as he pulled forward, massaging the inner wall. Again, Byleth’s knees trembled, only heightening the pressure Kostas applied. In and out, he curled his fingers as they pressed into her, stroking her higher and higher inside. His face buried into her neck and he inhaled.

“You’re not like most of the common girls I’ve had… too clean.”

Byleth shivered as his lips touched her neck, followed by the lecherous caress of his tongue as it slid up her neck. She grabbed on to him, reaching back and clutching, grasping at whatever she could, one arm on his thigh, the other on his shoulder. An acrid musk assaulted her, threatening to make her light-headed - she clung to him for balance, the myriad sensations threatening overwhelm her. His fingers drove into her, his thumbs now caressing her hood as his other hand molested her now exposed chest - soft and loving caresses punctuated by harsh pinches and brutish fondling.

“Ah…!”

Byleth fell into the man, a familiar chaos rising within. Eyes shut and head thrown back, she convulsed in his arms, her limbs pulling against Kostas’ immovable form as a storm ravaged her body. She bit her lip, trying desperately to stifle a moan that could easily breach the walls. Her form shook, her legs like a vice upon Kostas’ hand until, eventually, her tightened form stilled before eventually slumping down. Kostas let his hand slide out of her as she collapsed onto her knees.

“Heh, I think you’re good and ready...”

From that point on it was a twisted rehearsal of their last encounter as Kostas sat on the bed and commanded Byleth to fish out his cock. This time however, it was a speechless act as she dutifully saw to pleasing him with her mouth. No threats or complaints, just silent execution as her lips and tongue explored every inch of his shaft. The smell didn’t bother her anymore, the potent aroma only serving to heighten the heady sensation. She caressed his thighs with her hands, recalling her very first encounter with him in the woods… she had hesitated and had been used. Now, she did her best to tease out every bit from him.

“Fuck, you’re good at this.” He said, echoing last time. “I prefer virgins, but experienced women are good too.”

Before, she had corrected him, but was she truly a virgin anymore? Perhaps in body, but in mind? She had already been deflowered by the man and had brought him to release with her mouth… twice before? She was having trouble remembering…

“I am a virgin...” She admitted to him again, pulling the cock from her mouth.

She started to work the base, gliding her tongue along the underside of the shaft, up and back down, before letting it rest on her face, obscuring her features.

“Would you like to change that?” she added coyly, her smiling face half-hidden by his resting girth.

It was like a lever had been thrown within her, a butterfly-like sensation spreading deep throughout her lower abdomen as she gave in to the twisted logic she had considered before: This reality could easily be discarded - why not enjoy it?

Something must have been set off inside Kostas as well, as the brute quickly grabbed her and tossed her light body onto the bed before climbing on top like a starved animal. Byleth offered no resistance, splaying her legs as he tore a hole in her pantyhose. Her welcoming cleft was now exposed…

“Been waiting to give this to you ever since I first saw ya!”

And with that, Kostas pushed back her legs and plunged into her.

Pain… but pain she could bear. It was already abating as he slowly pulled out and slid back in. The pure lust, pure desire coursing through her helped to ease the torment as well. When he claimed her, the feelings that flitted about the edge of her mind during their previous encounter were now unconstrained: The act of throwing it away to this disgusting man. Tossing aside her pride and asking to be defiled. Allowing herself to be claimed by him forever. It was all so enticing… and yet… a hole seemed to form. An empty space that undermined her lust as she considered-

Kostas thrust forward with a sudden burst of speed that brought Byleth back to reality, putting his arms on either side of her.

“Oh, goddess…” Byleth exclaimed, only just getting used to the rough treatment she was receiving.

Here I am yet again… she thought, but this time, she was accepting of that which she had despised.

Legs now free, Byleth wrapped them around her lover, cradling his hips as he continued to impale her, helping him press down with each motion. She reached out, trying to find him in the dark, and brought his head down to her, now voluntarily seeking out the mouth that had savagely claimed her first kiss. His tongue dove into her mouth, erratic in its movements as he focused on driving into her. His mouth sealed, Byleth felt hot, heavy gusts of air across her cheeks as Kostas grunted like a beast, exhaling with every thrust. He sounded like a monster in heat, the guttural exertions growing louder, faster as he fucked. Eventually he broke off the kiss, returning to Byleth’s neck, the occasional peck caressing her flesh.

“I’m gonna cum, Professor… I’m gonna cum inside you.”

The exact same words… They resonated in her ear.

Panic overtook Byleth for a second, instinct calling out to her before it was quickly washed away...

“Yes…” she panted into his ear, “Cum inside me…”

Her legs tightened around him, her thighs seizing him like a vice.

“Knock me up. Make my belly swell…”

She could feel him thrust even faster now.

“Let the students gossip about who planted their seed inside me…”

She wrapped her arms around his bulk, holding on as the pitch of his grunts rose higher and higher.

“Let them discover it was you.”

It was such a thrill to echo his own words, to fulfill his desire.

“Make me yours…”

A burst of warmth bloomed within Byleth as Kostas crashed into her one final time, his sperm filling her as the two of them shuddered. Every part of her contracted as he pushed as hard as he could, shot after shot of his peculiar sperm being deposited deep into her womb. Byleth could only keep hugging his burly frame, too focused on the scorching mass sitting within her, her breath erratic as the two of them trembled together.

Kostas lay atop her, still panting, his warm breath tickling the sensitive skin of Byleth’s neck. His chest quaked with exertion, his shoulders heaving as he recovered. Byleth could feel the cock inside of her soften ever so slowly, before eventually slipping out of her, letting his potent cum seep out of her. A few more exhausted breaths and the barbarian collapsed to the side, taking care to shift his weight away from his lover. Red, crimson light pierced the inky veil of the room as he did so. Byleth already knew what it was, but still she strained to prop herself up and look down at her naked body. And, once again, she saw sitting atop her cum-filled cunt... the faint, glowing pattern of an intricate heart-shaped crest.

Byleth let out a content sigh before falling back against the pillow, closing her eyes, and feeling the final few twinges of ecstasy leave her as she lay next to the abhorrent man whom she begged to impregnate her…

(Writer's note: Hope you enjoyed this one... and don't worry, there's more to come... sooner or later.)