Byleth takes a moment to collect herself.

Byleth had finally managed to prop herself up. Her body protested, but she had to get a better view, had to make sure what she saw was real. Her hand reached for the new mark, it’s bright-red glow now having faded to a dull-pink. When her fingers touched it there was no unusual sensation or change in texture, it felt just like normal, as though it was simply part of her. Thoughts and questions filled her mind, each one an additional strain on her mind until she finally fell back on to the bed.

Was this the power Rhea spoke of? Was this his crest at work? What does-

“I know I shouldn’t be surprised, but really, would you have me believe you couldn’t have fended him off?”

Byleth’s rest was short-lived, as Sothis’ voice once again flooded her mind. She felt shame at her words, attempting to explain herself between ragged breaths.

“I- But he said he would-”

“I know what he said! An obvious lie!” she cut Byleth off. “As though that pig could make a single friend here, let alone anyone with any influence! Really, I would like to believe I am not bound within the mind of someone so gullible… or willing to part their legs so easily.”

Byleth felt anger, but the shame was still there. She didn’t think it was possible to feel any more in her current position; thoroughly fucked, filled with cum, and almost certainly impregnated by that… that… she felt conflicted about exactly what to call that him. Part of her despised him and everything he was, but a different part of her yearned to please him, to fulfill his every desire. Shame and anger gave way to lust and she found herself recalling the sensations she had felt not long ago. His coarse hands pinning her down, the taste of his cock on her tongue and its fullness as it plunged deep into her depths again and again before, finally, making her his...

She remembered what he had said: That she was marked. That she was "his **** until the end of days..."