Byleth Fucks Lysithea

Byleth released his pants, letting his throbbing length fall down to dangle between his legs.

He watched the petite silver-haired noble beauty for a moment. Lysithea was slowly and erotically removing the cover from her body, all the while staring at him. He could already feel his lust growing as he gazed at her small perfectly shaped breasts, her slim waist, and the tiny patch of bright white curls at her genitals.

Within a moment, the girl had completely shed her cover and began walking towards him, her hips swaying seductively.

He rubbed his chin and his cock at the same time, "I take it you and my sister have resolved your differences?"

She laughed, a beautiful ringing sound. "Oh yes. We reached an understanding, she and I."

"I'm glad to hear it." He responded with a smile as he stepped out of his pants and he gathered up the small girl in his arms, she had to stand on her tiptoes to reach his chest. "Are you sure you want my manhood to be the one to take your maiden-head? Mine is of a truly excessive size, perhaps you should partake in the pleasures men of lesser... stature can provide before you try me?"

Lysithea looked up at him curiously, long white locks framing her pretty face to lay atop her porcelain breasts, obscuring her pretty pink nipples from his gaze. She reached down to take his cock in her hand as it stood hard and throbbing, "You think I have a long list of men to bed before I am wed one day? I do believe I am expected to be as pure as the winter's first snowfall when I am sent off to my future husband's bed." She rubbed it slowly as she pressed closer, the massive shaft caught between them, running up her tiny belly and between her small breasts. "I can only hope my future husband's cock is half as magnificent as yours..." She murmured quietly.

Helping himself to a gentle massage of her left tit, he tilted his head at this odd statement that did not seem to fit with the reality of the situation, "And yet you wish for me to take you? I guarantee no man will mistake you for a virgin after I have plowed your quim."

"Of course! I speak of other men, not you, professor. It would be quite normal and expected for such a fine man as you to make me a woman in truth."

Byleth shrugged inwardly, if she did not care then neither would he. Besides there wasn't much to be said about the pleasures other men could give her because few cared to do more than mount a woman, pump and dump a load inside, then call it a night.

"I see, so you've convinced me." He smiled at her again, "You do know that I will be stretching your petals quite roughly and deeply? I may even cause you pain..."

"Then I will need to work harder to achieve my goal!" She responded with a cute laugh, "My flower has bloomed for you, now plow it!"

Byleth gave her an answering smile, "And I will. But first..."

He kissed her hard then and then grasped her narrow hips, easily lifting her slight weight and laying her back upon a nearby desk. She spread her legs willingly and he gazed appreciatively at her sex, bringing his hand to it to rub gently as he knelt down, taking note of her tiny exposed anus as well.

He pressed his mouth to her folds, hearing Lysithea fill her lungs with a sharp gasp and feeling her small hand press upon his head as his tongue swirled over her labia. He lapped from her hole to the clitoral hood, then sucked upon it gently before delving his tongue into her vagina.

Byleth worked her slowly with his mouth, listening to her cute moans and sighs as he licked her. He kept going until she was shuddering in orgasm, muffling her squeaks of pleasure into one of her hands.

She had a distinctive, tangy sour taste. Byleth liked it.

He continued to lightly lap at her clitoris as she slowly drifted back down from her orgasm, only to tilt her hips up and press a finger into her tight sex. He pushed it in deep, wiggling it about as he curled his finger inside. He stood up, looming over her as she squirmed about on the desk.

She gave him a cute pout as he removed his finger, and he grinned down at her, "Did you enjoy that?"

Lysithea nodded eagerly, now staring at his cock. He brought his hands to her ankles and slid them up her legs as he slowly spread them, lifting them over his shoulders to position himself at her tiny opening, his cockhead bumping against her wet labia.

He teased her with the head of his cock, rubbing it gently over her hole, then letting her feel the heavy weight of it as he pressed it into her. He slowly penetrated her, letting her gradually adjust to him as she gave tiny gasps and whimpers, pressing her face into her arms as he pushed into her inch by inch. He felt his thick cock slowly engulfed by her slick sex.

Lysithea winced a little as he went in, but she was extremely wet and he eased into her with a few more whimpers and gasps, her stomach visibly distending as he filled her. As he pushed into her tightness, he felt the walls of her vagina clenching around his dick. He appreciated the lovely view of her tiny body being stretched wide by his massive cock.

Half-buried inside, he paused to give her time to adjust. For a long while, she did not more or say anything, just stared at the ceiling. He was quiet too, only letting out a grunt or two when feeling the snug girl convulse around his length. After a minute, she looked up at him and gave a shy smile.

He smirked down at her, "Ready?"

She bit her lip and nodded, bracing herself. With that, he drew his hips back, until just the tip of him was inside her, before surging forward. Her tiny yelp was lost in his grunts as he swiftly sawed in and out of her tight hole.

Half an hour passed as Byleth fucked the white-haired noble girl. He relentlessly penetrated her, her tiny frame writhing beneath him as she panted and moaned. He changed positions often, making use of her slight weight and the variety of surfaces in the empty classroom, taking her from behind as she rested against a table, having her ride him cowgirl style over a bench, holding her in his arms clutched to his torso as he sat on a desk.

The sweaty mercenary lost himself in the act, and Lysithea was no exception. She, despite her inexperience, was an enthusiastic partner. She arched her back for him, raising her hips to meet his thrusts as he rutted her like a wild animal. Her cries grew steadily louder as they continued, eventually climaxing with adorable shrieks that made his ears ring.

When he finally came himself, he dragged his swelling prick out of her and his first jet of spunk arced up into the air before landing in heavy spatters on Lysithea's stomach and breasts, secondary streamers rained down on her face an hair as well as the desk beyond. It was several moments of bliss for him, draining his testicles of all their precious seed as he poured it onto her. His hands dropped to his side and he panted heavily as he caught his breath, looking down on her. She looked back at him, a somewhat absent satisfied smile on her face, her slender body covered in a sheen of sweat and his seed.

The sound of clapping hands came from the other side of the room and he looked up to see Deneb strutting over, breasts still bared, the enormous protruding beauties quivering and shaking with her movements. Her lips curled upwards in a smug, self-satisfied smile as she approached.

She looked down at the exhausted girl lying beneath him on the desk and brazenly slid her finger through a puddle of his seed upon her abdomen, popping it into her mouth and sucking on it with exaggerated relish.

"So you were watching?" he asked, "And for some reason hiding to do so?"

"Yes," she beamed, "Lysithea deserved the illusion of privacy, you know. Losing her cherry and all. That's a whole big deal for nobles."

"But not actual privacy?"

Lysithea snorted with amusement as she propped herself up on her elbows as she regarded Deneb with obvious sarcasm in her voice, "Oh thank you, professor, for your guidance and allowing me to have this special moment. You're the best professor anyone could ask for."

Deneb gave a lazy curtsy with a smile, mammoth breasts swinging, "Oh its nothing! Just doing one of my normal everyday duties as professor here at this fine academy, you know, educating my cute little pupils on love-making, training them in the pleasures of flesh, courtship rituals and all things sensual and erotic. In fact, I'll have to remember to add that to the curriculum."

Was Byleth surprised his sister hadn't put any actual planning into an important aspect of their duties? No. Not at all.

Byleth helped Lysithea to her feet as he replied, "You know, I would have thought that would have been the one topic you'd actually put in a modicum of effort into... wait-" He suddenly realized that he had somehow forgotten to hold even one sexual training session for his students!

Deneb gave a manic grin, "Oh I think I'm doing fine on my own, wouldn't you agree?" she asked, giving a suggestive wink.

He found his pants near to where Lysithea was pulling a small pair of white panties onto her cute butt. Putting them on he called back over his shoulder, "What? I'm the one who just trained your student!"

Deneb gave another wink, "And that was a class I'll never forget!"

Lysithea giggled.