Byleth's lust proves too much...

The world shattered into a hundred amethyst-like shards… the world slowly twisting back in time. This time though, Byleth couldn’t help but focus on the images that flashed by, projecting whatever **** of will she could muster to slow them down. It was a peculiar scene: like a hundred paintings, they were replaced by another with each moment of the past. They showed her Kostas coming back to her. His drawers unfastening. His cock getting hard. Even what her body felt was reflected back to her:

She began to feel the warmth pool around her once again. The aftershocks of her orgasm coming back to her, rising instead of falling, quickening instead of dissipating. She was lifted up and felt full once more, that warm pressure, held in by his cock… It was wonderful experience it again. His lips were on her, his tongue invading her mouth. Each wave of ecstasy was now starting to come quicker than the last. Each interval, shorter. The molten heat began to recede, his thrusts sapping it from her. She tried to will it back, but each purple-hued flash continued its stoic march onward.

His hips picked up speed, a piston of energy driving into her at a rapid pace. Pain enveloped her scalp, Byleth’s hair pulled taught before the torment vanished in an instant. Every sensation was reversed, each one a peculiar thrill that blindsided her senses.

Byleth’s afterglow was now brimming, the pulses a constant him now…! Her jaw clenched, her thighs strained, and her body twisted as she felt that orgasm rock through her once again. It was everything she could ever want, experiencing that same mind-shattering pleasure. She wished she could live in this moment forever. The pulse’s glacial pace was relentless however, and the height of her climax had tipped over, each moment now less than the last.

No…

Byleth could feel it abate, her world was pleasure, but it was diminishing quickly.

Come back…!

Her mind was screaming. It felt as though she was trying to stay each shard of this shattered world with nothing but her will, to keep this moment as it was.

STOP…!

The shards vanished.

“Byleth! No-!”

Sothis’ voice screamed in her mind before the voice of another instantly silenced it.

“-’s right. Cum, whore. Cum knowing I’m about to knock you up…!”

The pleasure no longer faded… It surged.

Byleth let out a deep, sustained moan, her body writhing in grand relief. Every part of her strained, pushing… pressing… but meeting an intoxicating resistance all around her. It held her in place, her head ablaze as it was yanked back. Her jaw clenched, helpless against the overwhelming **** rising within her. She could feel pleasure returning to her even more rapidly now, finally coming back to her… Finally, returning to her! It was everything she wanted.

“Oh, don’t worry, I will…!” the familiar voice resounded in her ear.

She was saying something: begging, pleading… She had asked something of him, but the words were lost in the din of her climax.

Kostas jammed his cock in as far as it would go, pressing her into the wall with his body before Byleth felt the tell-tale warmth spread within her. She knew what was coming. It always ended the same way.

That sensation of taking his sperm, of being filled… It was the other half of what she had desperately tried to reclaim. It went beyond “want”, it was a need. She knew what she had done in order to have it again. But whereas before she still held onto that crumb of hope, that idea that all this was just an “indulgence”… now, that pretense was shattered. She was no longer a mercenary, a professor… but a whore. A bandit’s whore.

Kostas’ cock slipped out of her. For the fourth time in this same night, Byleth felt his cum seep out of her, trickling down her legs and soiling her stockings. She didn’t collapse this time. As her legs gave out, she felt the mountain of a man wrap his arms around her. He cradled her in his arms as he walked from the training grounds.

She had asked herself how many times she would do this. She wondered just how he would take her when she finally did give in to him. This time was her answer: She would give herself to him again and again. Just as she looped time back around to be with him, would she live that cycle in the future. Of giving herself to him over and over again…

And this time, as a faint, pink glow spread across Byleth’s mound, her mind was at peace. No voice called out to her, chastising her or making a cutting remark. It was just gentle, warm reassurance… reassurance that things were just as they should be…