Dancing with Dorothea

It was late afternoon and two girls were sitting on a hill just outside of the Mach. Their small picnic had been certainly pleasant, and the view of the lush forest even more so. Eating prepared sandwiches and chatting about their school work. If anyone was to be secretly watching from the bushes, they’d have ranked the bonding session as a B, maybe turning into an A-rank.

Petra turned to her friend, “Dorothea, I want to be asking you a question.”

“Please do.”

“Why have you come to Garreg Mach? Is your goal different from the rest?

“Yes, I suppose. Everyone here's an heir or an heiress. But not me. I'm just a commoner. When I enrolled in the Officers Academy I was different than everyone else. I wanted to secure my future and...my big idea was to marry money. Ever since, I've been making myself as appealing a prospect as possible for noblemen and women...

“You peeled something for them?” asked Petra.

“Sometimes,” Dorothea smiled, “To make yourself appealing to a man takes a lot of time and effort. Despite their lack of sex drive, a lot of them do appreciate a beautiful woman around them that will laugh at their jokes, makes them food, and will keep their desires to themselves.” She explained, resting her head upon the stone, “And for noblewomen, being the best at cunnilingus in Garreg Mach helps a lot. It’s why Edie keeps me around I think. But despite both genders warming to me, so far there's been no reason for a second date. My heart keeps pushing me away from those with evil inside despite the money in their pockets.”

Petra frowned, “Marrying money? That is not sounding like a good idea. Money would be a bad life partner. Money has even less chance of growing erection than a man!”

Dorothea burst into a small giggle fit, “So true!”

“In Brigid you would never have to settle for a pile as a partner,” Petra continued in a huff, “Dorothea, do you not wish to be having sex?”

The question certainly threw the songstress, “I… right now? I suppose I’m feeling a little pent up if you need-”

“Sex without me. I am meaning the man sex.”

“Well, I wouldn’t say no but why do you ask…?” asked Dorothea, feeling rather confused before she realised, “Oh that’s right… the rumour that’s going around. I wouldn’t worry about that too much, Petra dear. There isn’t really a man who can have sex in Garreg Mach, it’s just a little fib the girls are telling each other.”

Petra’s eyes looked strangely determined to her, reaching forwards and placing her hands on her friend’s, “If you were to not say no, would you say yes?”

“Yes, I would like to have sex with a man, Petra. But even you know it isn’t possible.”

“Dorothea... when I first arrived, I had confusion. There was many new people to meet, and I had big trouble finding my place. Yet you always made sure I was included, in class and in female on female sex. I thought you were being overly familiar, but then I gained understanding. Now I am knowing that is how you show your kindness, and I have much gratitude for that. It is impossible to be imagining life without you. You are... precious to me.”

Her friend couldn’t help but give a warm smile, “Petra... What a lovely thing to say. I might just cry…”

“Please do not be crying. I wished to gift something to you for your kindness first.”

“Oh I wasn’t really going to cry, it was only a tease… but a gift you say? I really don’t need anything like that.”

Petra turned away from the view, “Do not worry. I believe the gift will be complaining about being in the bushes for so long.”

“Damn right I am!”

“AIEEE!” screamed the songstress after I burst from the bushes. Leaping towards her nearby picnic knife and aiming it quickly towards me, “Petra! Get behind me!”

“Wait! Dorothea!”

Despite her objections, the girl glared at me while putting herself between me and Petra. “This is the asshole that tried to trick my mentor Manuela! He’s just a scumbag that keeps getting lucky!”

I clicked my tongue, “Oh, Petra. You never told me about that connection.”

“Please! Do not be hurting your gift!” Petra insisted, grabbing onto Dorothea’s abdomen and pulling.

“M-my gift? Him? Does ‘gift’ mean something else in Brigid?”

“No, it doesn’t,” I retorted, “Their word for ‘gift’ is ‘Tirasha’. Petra always uses the right words, even if they’re sometimes cutely scrambled.”

Both girls gave me a shocked expression at that.

“That… that is correct… how did you be knowing that word?”

I scratched the back of my head awkwardly, “I mean… you occasionally slip into your native tongue during blissed out moment. I can pick up a few context words… I think you’ve called me a ‘gift’ or something…”

Both of us went quiet for a few moments. I felt embarrassed by the emotions and Petra was hiding her face behind a very confused Dorothea. “Petra… your heart is thumping so much against my back…” she mumbled before dropping her sword, “Oh my god it’s all real, isn’t it? Y-you’re the one who can have sex, the one the rumours have been… oh no, you really were trying to seduce Manuela, weren’t you?”

“Damn, you pick up the plot fast,” I replied.

Dorothea glanced back at her friend, “Petra is no liar, her heart even less so. I believe those thumps that you are who she says… right?”

“Yes! All of it yes! I was framed by your mentor for a crime I was actively trying to do the opposite of!”

Petra let her friend go, walking over to me, “Kazuma told me to be sharing him with one girl from my house for his harem, and I wanted you to be being the one, Dorothea.”

“And then you spent an hour with me in the bushes talking about your hair!” I growled while still hugging her back.

Her tongue had to do a few swirls of my mouth before she responded, “Did you want to be talking about your hair too?”

“Not the point,” I sighed, returning to the kiss for another minute or so before adding, “Well… I guess having my hair braided once wouldn’t kill me.”

Her face lit up at that, “Like a Brigid man?! I would very much be liking to see you like that, Kazuma~”

“Um, P-Petra?”

We both turned away from our embrace to see a busty girl awkwardly shuffling around.

“Not to interrupt, but th-there was talk about g-gifts and harems…?”

“Apologise for pointing a knife at me first!” I growled, and Dorothea immediately started bowing.

“I’m sorry! I'm very sorry! I was just startled by a strange man approaching from the bushes!”

Petra pouted at me, “Kazuma. Please to be doing the getting along. You did do the wishing for this?” Her finger started swirling around my chest. This princess is starting to realise how to manipulate me by being cute and make things go her way. Not that I could really argue, I did ask for this exact situation.

I guess I shouldn’t punish Dorothea for the crimes of her mentor. There will be plenty of time to punish the mentor herself.

Besides, the way her titties were so cramped in that tight top of hers… and the way they were dangling down with that juicy cleavage as she bowed…

With a bit of comedic petulance I shrugged, “Fine~ can I at least get her to do a strip tease for me?”

“A strip tease?” asked a nervous but intrigued Dorothea.

“Kazuma has me be doing the stripping for him often,” said Petra, “removing clothes off while shaking soft body makes Kazuma’s penis be growing so big! Then Kazuma rewards me with the blowing and tit of jobs for stripping good.”

“How long has this been going on…?” she asked with astonishment.

Well, not my fault if she doesn’t understand the simple art of stripping. As per the request I won’t actively antagonise her, but I don’t have to help either. Yes I’m petty, but you don’t understand how many back breaking chores I had to do for so long!

As I went to sit down on the picnic blanket, Petra stopped me with her hand, “Kazuma, I am thinking that you should be removing pants before sitting down, correct?”

This girl. I know what she’s doing. That damn needy pout… fine.

“See this, Dorothea? This is how you strip.”

I turned dramatically, looking over my shoulder with a faux sexy look at the two girls while shaking my hips back and forth. This is a bit embarrassing so I won’t be internally explaining all the details, but it’s a little less embarrassing when there are two sexy girls drooling over your dancing. Petra grinning wide while Dorothea looked completely wide eyed.

First the belt was removed that I whip-cracked off my hips. Petra was clapping happily along to my fake musical beat, rocking my hips back and forth while shimmying my pants down my legs.

I didn’t wear boxers since I didn’t think I would be waiting in the bushes for an hour, but at least it made the stripping easier. I let the cloth drop to the floor before stepping out of them.

Dorothea gasped at the sight of my bare ass alone, and I still hadn’t spun around to show her the real goods. I let the moment hang, teasing her eyes with my shaking ass before finally spinning around… only to continue the teasing by covering my dick with my arm. I could hear her audibly whine, though that might be because she was openly fingering herself over her panties now.

Petra was similarly touching herself to me, just a lot less subtly.

Sometimes it was fun to just see girls in this universe react to stuff. My dick was starting to get hard, so hiding it was gonna quickly get difficult. First I dropped the balls from my hands, letting them swing low between my legs. Dorothea was grabbing at her tit now too, lustfully groaning at the sight of my testicles. With every inch of my dick getting revealed making her fingers move ever quicker across her slit. I’m sure from her perspective I looked like magic, unfurling so much thick meat behind my hands before finally showing off the full breadth of my bun maker.

“Oh my god… oh my g-god…!”

I chuckled, stretching myself out a little after the dance before sitting down on the picnic blanket. “There, see? That’s how you strip.”

Petra tilted her head at me, “Kazuma, Dorothea would know of this. Males in Fodlan already do the stripping.”

“...huh?”

“It is a noble job, and many women would pay much money for dancers like you just now.”

“So I danced for nothing? Great,” I huffed, embarrassed. Though the deep groans from Dorothea staring at my dick alleviated the feeling quick, “Well, either way, it’s your turn to dance-othea.”

She was panting, clearly a little too lost in the lust to fully twig what I wanted from her. Petra was once again there with the assist, walking up close to whisper in her friend’s ear.

“Dorothea. Kazuma is lacking in the underwear.”

She was staring at my crotch, hissing out wantonly, “Yesss…”

“Perhaps he can be borrowing yours?”

That seemed to snap her out of it. Looking over at Petra with a shock, then over at me who nodded. With a slight gulp, she began to mimic my own dance. Spinning around and rolling her skirt up to show off her ass to me.

After I nodded approvingly her confidence began to grow.

Dorothea started swaying her hips as her panties were peeled from her pussy. The way she bent right at her hips looked so hot, the girl had amazing legs that I got to stare at all the way down with her panties. Two thick pale cheeks that housed untouched treasures of pure desire, a sodden slit and a winking starfish, all for me to stretch out~

She removed her panties fully but looked nervous to actually walk over to me, as if I’d suddenly reject her. Petra with the assist once more took them from Dorothea, then knelt beside me. She wrapped Dorothea’s absolutely soaked panties around my dick, the black lace draping over and sticking to my skin, before pumping my twitching prick with the cloth a couple times to show them off.

“Manuela is quite the fool for rejecting you…” chuckled Dorothea, looking at me with those sexy half lidded eyes, “Well Kazuma, you’ve come to the right place. Taking off my clothes while dancing sounds easy for a performer like me~ you certainly won’t be disappointed~” she purred, taking her hat and throwing it to one side.

Despite stripping nor slutty dancing existing in this world, Dorothea started to figure out the best ways to move her body very quickly.

Swaying her ample hips to an invisible beat to make all her sexy parts jiggle was already doing wonders. There was no dramatic flourish to her movements like I had done, she seemed to be totally comfortable moving her body exactly how she wanted it. Mixing in struts forwards and sweeping motions backwards, each move looked a little more ballerina than stripper… but she occasionally flashed me her perfect unpantied ass, so I wasn’t really nitpicking which style of dance she did.

The jacket was the first to go. Dorothea undid her buttons from bottom to top, letting that tight outfit squeeze her juicy melons as long as she could. She seems smart, always watching my dick and eyes like a review of her dance, keeping mental notes when I baulked at her breasts or twitched at her tush.

Petra stayed sat by my side, slowly jerking me off with Dorothea’s panties. I had my arm round her waist and fingers in her slit while we watched the sexy girl spin and swirl.

With her jacket removed, there wasn’t too many pieces of the puzzle left to remove. Dorothea made a show of removing her bracelets by raising her hands far above her head and shaking her tits at me. Then bent down low to shake her plush ass while unzipping her long boots. Which soon left us with just her strained top and her swaying skirt.

It was a real hard decision to know which she’d choose. Let those puppies breathe? Or release those tantalising buns?

She chose the skirt.

Hoo boy what a great choice. Dorothea copied my one move of spinning around and undoing her belt, swaying her hips back and forth hypnotically as the fabric slowly began to fall from her lower half. It took a few moments to shimmy past her absolutely perfect ass.

I clutched at Petra a little harder as I watched Dorothea swing her nude rear around back and forth. Her own excitement building as she stroked my cock even faster with those silky panties.

As amazing as she was a dancer, I could see that Dorothea’s heartbeat was beginning to increase in tempo too fast for the rhythm in her head. Excitement at my leaky mammoth meat was too much and it was throwing off her breathing. She practically tore off her top, soft tits bursting out of her uniform like twin stallions galloping out a burning stable. The girl wasted no time in spinning around to discard the last pieces of fabric holding her back from true nudity. Standing proudly yet excitedly in the middle of the enclave.

“H-how was that…?” she asked, panting for a few reasons.

“Really fucking sexy,” I replied, clearly half talking about her body as I drunk in her sexy curves.

Dorothea was truly an hourglass body. Her skin is pale and smooth, just begging to be licked all over. With a waist so narrow it's like you could wrap your hands around it twice. But then her breeder hips flare out, and her breasts are these perfect perky handfuls that sit high on her panting chest, topped with these pretty pink areola with diamond hard nipples. Hair draping over her back to make her look like one of those fancy church statues, just alive and looking at me with begging emerald eyes. In any other world I’d be wildly wildly out of her league, but here? I was the succulent meal who needed to be appeased.

“You are having her all to yourself now,” purred Petra in my ear, “Surely sexy minded Kazuma can figure out what to be doing with her?”

I chuckled lightly at her pushing, “Why don’t we let her pick?” I said, “Any of your holes is my goal today. I don’t mind if you wanna come over here and suck me off, or I can go over there and split you in two.”

That smile of hers looked like she was both blessed and spoilt for choice, “I… I really didn’t think I’d be getting to choose something like that today…” she breathily laughed at the sheer craziness of it all. After a few seconds where she touched her mouth then down to her cunt, it looked like she’d made up her mind, “I can’t hold back any longer. My pussy is burning up just looking at you. Please… fuck me.”

“Good choice,” I grinned, “Now bend over.”

Dorothea spun around, planting her hands on the rough bark of a nearby tree and thrusting her succulent dancer's hips back at me. She shot me a look over her shoulder, her eyes burning with a fanatical, **** need.

I didn't hesitate. I gripped her hips, the skin soft and firm under my fingers, and positioned myself behind her. She let out a shuddering moan. Arching her back at the touch of my dick against her slit, as if she was scared that this fiction had just become real, yet not wanting to run away. It was so very wet, and Petra had given me plenty of foreplay. Leaving only her pair of panties dangling off my tip as the last piece holding me back from fucking her.

“You know, I did say I wasn’t going to punish you for Manuela’s mistakes…” I began, seeing a pang of fear wash over her features, “Don’t worry, it’s nothing bad. I just want one last sexy punishment…” I reached over and peeled the thin fabric off my cock. Handing her panties back to her with a grin, “Those are covered in my precum. Wear them on your face.”

Dorothea looked utterly confused but did as I asked quickly. I know, it isn’t much of a punishment from her perspective. If a sexy girl said to me ‘I’ll only fuck you if you suck my panties of my juices’ I’d set up a candle light meal to dine on those suckers before she next blinked, but I wanted to see her like that.

As soon as they were on her face I lunged my prick into her warm wet hole.

“UHN!” She exclaimed, pushing against the tree she leant on as multiple shudders ran through her body, “Holy~ K-KAZUMA!!”

I dragged out her juices on my way out before I pushed forward again, sinking into her with one smooth, deliberate stroke. The heat was incredible, a tight, wet warmth that enveloped me completely. I started to move, setting a hard n’ fast rhythm. Watching her tits shake beneath her body with every thrust, delivering all the pleasure my fuck stick could dish out onto this sexy dancing curve-monster. The panties on her face completely forgotten to simply being extra pleasure to lick at with her ahegao face.

Petra curled around my body, kissing my arm lightly, pressing her own softness into me wherever she could, purring as she watched me pleasure her friend so utterly. “Are you be liking this gift, Dorothea?”

I could feel her clench harder as she cried out, not in pain, but in pure unadulterated ecstasy. “YES! OH GODS, YES!”

“I am glad, but not being surprised. Kazuma is the very good at sex,” she said, beaming up at me so proudly. “Do you wish me to be helping?”

It was probably half a plea to be included, but I knew she would back down if I told her no. I grinned, reaching down and sharing a quick peck with Petra, “Let’s make this dancer sing.”

She nodded, taking the initiative to get below us and latch her mouth onto Dorothea’s jiggly tits. Swirling her tongue around the areola while squeezing her hand onto the other. “AHN! P-PETRA!” was Dorothea’s only response, not able to fight the tides of pleasure slamming into her body. Petra didn’t even stop there, reaching down the dancer’s flat stomach to start rubbing at her thighs. Dorothea gasped, her body arching even more, her inner walls clenching around me like a vice, "NNNNYAAHHH!”

My slams were heavy and fast into her gushing quim. It felt like the heat of our rubbing could start a forest fire, it was so hot. Dorothea was completely lost to it. She was pushing back against me, meeting every thrust with a ****, needy energy of her own. Only pausing her moans to sniff the precum panties staining her face as if I was dominating every part of her. Her head thrown back, her dark hair a wild cascade down her sweat-slicked back, and her fingers clenching tightly against the wooden bark.

“More!” she gasped, her voice ragged. “Don't stop! Don’t ever stop! KAZUMAA!!”

Petra assaulting her body was clearly too much for the inexperienced student, and I soon felt my dick be clamped down intensely by her walls. An orgasm ripping through her jiggly body that squeezed down on me that **** me to hold back my own, like her pussy was attempting to wring the cum out of me.

Dorothea’s legs buckled and soon me and Petra were half holding her up as I continued to ram into her gasping slit. She was still begging me to go on with those emerald peepers, but I knew I couldn’t last inside her long if she was going to keep orgasming like this. With a bit of positioning, I moved Dorothea to be up against the tree for a standing fuck. My hips sped up and my hands found her luscious melons I’d been wanting to squeeze since I met her, that amazing athletic body of hers easily bending to give me full access. Looking so sublime, even while wearing her panties as a face mask.

My time was nearing its end though, balls burning that extra bit of heat as they generated all the jizz it could to shoot out into a girl. I think Petra could sense their mission, because that girl gave a full length tongue lick to my balls all the way up to Dorothea’s clit.

Needless to say, the bizarre sudden sensation of her tongue through us both off a cliff into our blissful climax ravines.

“AAHHH!!!” I could hear Dorothea scream as my cum exploded out of me. Boiling spurts of my jizz shooting out in ropes against her cervix as I finished the last of my thrusting. Our bodies melting together as her cunt tried to squeeze me for every drop. We shuddered, we moaned, until we both collapsed onto the floor together, completely spent. “Oh my god… th-that was crazy…” she panted.

Petra clearly didn’t want to be left out of our sweaty hug, sliding into our pile to give us both a kiss, not even peeling off the panties from Dorothea's sweaty face to do so, instead just making out through the fabric. “So many lessons you have been the teaching me, but now I can be teaching of you, Dorothea! Like the teaching of how it feels when I lick cum from your pussy!”

She wasted no time in starting her curriculum, not even letting my dick escape Dorothea’s cunt before licking us both clean of cum. Dorothea moaning and writhing on top of me as my dick hardened once more inside her.

Yeah, whatever they were before, I think this was an S-class friendship now, lol.

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After a few more rounds we got changed and started heading back to the Mach. It was pretty late, and we were getting worried people might come looking for us soon. It wasn’t far back, but it was enough time to chat to my newest thrall.

“So, how did the esteemed noblewoman Dorothea like her first dicking?” I chuckled, nuzzling into Petra on my lap who was driving our horse.

“Amazing. Incredible. Even better than the sauciest of wet dreams, Kazuma!” praised Dorothea, giving me a mild clap from her own horse that I humbly took in stride. “But I should inform you, I’m not a noblewoman.”

I tilted my head, “You’re not? I thought everyone had to be like royalty or some high esteemed company if they attended this school.”

“No no, I’m just a commoner,” she said with a smile, “Aren’t you in a similar position? I didn’t think you came from ‘high esteemed company’ either.”

I shrugged, “I don’t. Fell from the sky, didn’t I?”

“Kazuma is paying for tuition through jobs,” explained Petra.

“Really?! That’s incredible!” exclaimed Dorothea, though she tilted her head at me, “You’re in the Golden Deer, one of the best classes in the best schools in the whole of Fodlan… that almost feels like an impossible challenge to get enough money through just odd jobs…”

I exhaled hard, the funds weren’t looking good I’ll admit. The chores weren’t really earning much and I hadn’t had the time to ‘write’ any more manga. I knew I could still take the easy option of having someone else pay for my tuition, but that would be so suspicious! No one else was paid to attend, so I would stick out like a freak and be lambasted with nicknames of ‘scummy’ and ‘loser’ just like in Axel. I had to do this myself if I wanted to fit in, “Well, how did you earn enough to come here then?”

“Hm? I didn’t?” she looked at me like I had been actively downing crazy pills in front of her, “I was sponsored to attend.”

…

“...you can get sponsored?”