Day 19 - Exhibitionism - Fire Emblem: Three Houses

All of these characters are 18, obviously

“Well, we’ll just have to sufficiently motivate them, won’t we?”

“I’m the princess, what more motivation could they need?”

“My father told me about a group of barbarians to the north who fight without armor.”

“What has that got to do with anything?”

“They don’t have the resources to make armor that would actually protect them from southern blades, so any armor they wear would just be slowing them down. It’s a mock battle, you’d be in no danger of actually being killed, so your armor would just be extra weight.”

“It bears the insignia of the kingdom,” Edelgard muttered. “And I fail to see how it would motivate them.”

“These men, they don’t just wear no armor, they wear no clothes in battle either. Nothing but body paint.”

“Nothing but… paint…” Edelgard could feel her face warming and turning red, “Wait a minute, you can’t be suggesting what I think you are.”

“There are about as many girls in the Black Eagles as there are boys, aren’t there?” Byleth split the pieces into two groups. “Send the boys out to roam and scout, then stay back and defend the dig-in of your choice with your group while you all are painted up. Not only will it inspire the men to come back faster when you call for aid, it might just lure both of the other groups toward your ambushes when they hear about it.”

“Are you crazy?” Edelgard sputtered, “I’m the sigil-bearer for our army!”

“That sigil will be on every banner at your dig-in post.”

“I have to wear it into battle so the enemy knows who I am at all times.”

“Then I’ll paint it on your chest where it would be on your armor.”

“You!” She caught her tongue and turned on her heel, “Out of the question. See if the other girls will go for it, but I won’t.”

“You want a plan without any holes, don’t you? I can’t see any holes in it.”

“The hole is that I won’t do it!”

“You want to win, don’t you?”

“That’s not fair!” She could feel the blush spreading down her neck, filling her ears, “You know I can’t afford to lose this battle.”

“Then don’t.” Byleth sat back, “I just gave you a strategy that I’d bet my head on, but if you’d prefer to go with one of the less safe plans, I can’t guarantee the result. But I’m sure you have faith in your classmates to carry you, right?”

“You!” Her stomach was dropping, she could feel the small part of her mind that trusted him to win her the fight enough to do it growing stronger. It was the kind of thing she couldn’t live with herself having done if she lost, but he also made it sound like the thing which most guaranteed she wouldn’t lose.

“You… jerk…” She sighed defeatedly. “You’re sure it will work?”

“I said I’d bet my head on it, didn’t I?”

“If it doesn’t, I may call you on that,” She turned and tried to look more angry than embarrassed. “Just… make it quick… and pick a brush that doesn’t tickle, please.”

When he had finished covering everything below her neck and above her ankles in red paint (aside from a few areas like her underarms which were too sensitive to handle it) he left her in her tent as he went to tell the other students what the plan was and to send the boys out into a cluster of brush in the field. She could hear the girls protesting as she looked herself in the mirror, trying to convince herself that the paint was going to be enough to make her feel like she wasn’t exposing herself. There was a small tuft of golden hair below her stomach, thin as see-through fabric, which the professor had done his best to paint around. She almost wished she had time to shave it off or dye it to make it stand out less, but outside of that it was her boots, her crown… and the damned paint. She felt like it did enough of a job covering her wide, inverted nipples, the stripes the black insignia crossed them in particular and did a lot of hiding, but just having the shape of her breasts and her sex be so exposed, even without the detail being noticeable… there was probably never a point where it would feel like enough. Looking in the mirror wasn’t ever going to really help. She stepped out of her tent.

As soon as they could see her, the girls of the Black Eagles gasped and stopped protesting that they’d never do it. Realizing that she had already gone through with it, they muttered their apologies and assent, and Byleth left to join the boys with a nod.

“Everybody… pick a color and find somebody to help you with painting…” Edelgard cleared her throat and tried to sound strong, “And… carry the insignia of the house on your chest. It’s… concealing.”

With their bodies painted they blew the signal horn to the men that they were ready for battle and, upon hearing the horn back, raised the flag on top of their holdout and waved it before planting it to be taken. There was a loud screech of their horn, then two horns answering in response. And finally, a long-delayed engagement was underway, Edelgard hopped into the saddle of her horse.

Of course, nobody came crashing down on their camp right away. Edelgard trotted around the encampment and tried to keep her eyes on the battle and her girls. It was a warm enough day that blankets didn’t have to be passed out, but likely not hot enough that sweat would make the paint run before any fighting broke out. Quickly, the trepidations and embarrassments of being more or less nude began to fade as anxious boredom took their place, but they would resume in their time.

The first encounter came a few minutes in, when they saw one of the Blue Lions at some distance scouting them, too far to make out who though. An arrow tipped with wadded fabric was sent their way and got them to scatter again, but Edelgard knew it was only a matter of time before it was reported that her forces had been divided.

Perhaps more pressingly, she was becoming aware of the fact that she had never ridden a horse before without some tightly-fitting manner of thick fabric or leather between her legs. The saddle at first rubbed and caught the dry skin, but as the light sweat of riding came she started to slide both more precariously and more upsettingly about in the saddle. She became intimately aware of where the leather creased, where stitches had been sewn. More than that, she became aware that as she slid about in the saddle, there was no way to keep it from rubbing stimulatingly against her groin. She couldn’t help but think of discovering in her youth how it felt to hold one of her bed’s pillows between her legs, to straddle it and act as if she were riding it somewhere. Now, much the same sort of feeling was being created, just without her ability to remove the pillow. She had to stay mounted to keep vantage of the battle and to stay able to ride out to meet messengers or retreat from particularly bold scouts, but the longer she sat on her horse the more she could feel a full-body blush growing that made her grateful she was properly painted. She tried to keep it from showing on her face, and none of the girls gave any sign that they knew what was happening.

The saddle was growing slicker, both as she started to sweat more and as her pussy began to grow wetter. Cruelly, the more open it became, the more it swelled with excitement, the more it pressed stimulatingly and rubbed excitingly against the saddle. Her nipples now had fully emerged and hardened, something the paint managed to conceal but whose added sensitivity to the relative coldness of the air only made things worse. Even more cruelly, the more wet she became the more she shifted and slid about in the saddle. It was as if every force conspired with one another against her.

“Your majesty!” Dorothea (who was painted a mix of white and gold) called, “There’s an envoy from the Golden Deer waving the sign of temporary peace.”

“A message?” Edelgard opened her mouth to respond and her voice came far more out of breath and far higher than she’d been expecting. “Have the terms of battle changed?”

“It could be, he could also be announcing that his army has already been routed.” Dorothea shrugged.

“T-that would be nice,” Bernadetta kept her bow clutched to her body like it would conceal her.

“I’ll have to ride out to meet him,” Edelgard said through gritted teeth, “Keep your arms close and be ready to call for the men, in case it’s some kind of trap.”

“Yes, your highness.” Dorothea curtsied.

Edelgard spurred her horse toward the envoy and had to take a hand from the reins over her mouth to keep from crying out. The feeling of a full gallop compared to a trot was completely beyond what she’d expected. There was a good deal of pain each time she bounced fully free from the saddle and then back down again, bringing her sensitive parts slamming against the leather with the precise timing of a clock. Pain, yes, but with her body already so sensitive and so warmed up from before, it wasn’t entirely unpleasant either. It was like a smack which stung harshly for a moment and then cooled to a gentle buzz, until it made her pussy feel almost numb.

As she started to slow she took a glance between her legs and cursed, suddenly panicked. The riding about, the sweat of it and the wetness she had been spreading on the saddle, had made the pain run to the point where her sex was now almost fully exposed from the tuft of hair downward. Now she really couldn’t dismount until the battle was over. She could only be thankful she had as much training in mounted combat as she did.

She also realized, with an inward groan, that the envoy was Claude. She finally slowed her horse all the way down to a walk and came up close enough that they could hear each other, then not a step closer. He had already dismounted.

“Your highness,” He said with a bow, “I had heard the rumors… I did not expect them to be true.”

“Rumors?” Edelgard felt pangs of equal parts embarrassment, shame, and rage. “What rumors?”

“One of Dimitri’s spies said the Black Eagle were fighting nude as the day they were born, I just had to see for myself.”

“And how did you find out if it was one of his spies?”

“You know how men talk when they’ve been disqualified. By the way, I’ve mostly finished with the Blue Lions, I was just letting you know.”

“Is that what you came here to do?” Edelgard spat through clenched teeth. “Oggle me and then taunt me?”

“Well come now princess, I’ve already dismounted my horse, won’t you do me the honor of doing the same and speaking to me as equals?”

“I will enjoy waving your own flag in your face, cur,” She turned her horse back to her own camp.

“And I’ll tell my men that whoever disqualifies you gets the bucket of water to throw on the prisoners.” He laughed and hopped back on his own horse.

She cursed all the way back to camp, both from the sensation of clashing against her own saddle again and in anger. When she came back in, she shared the news with everybody.

“So keep to your arms and be ready,” She cantered her horse slowly back and forth in front of them, “And fight like your dignity is on the line, because it possibly is.”

The final line didn’t seem to inspire confidence so much as genuine terror. But terror was good, so long as it had a measure and direction. It would keep them focused, it would hopefully bring enough fire out of them to fight with some guts.

The Golden Deer came around the brush bearing both their own banner and that of the Blue Lions. She thought at first it might be a show meant to make them panic, since it was an incredibly poor tactical move if not, but she realized in a headcount that at least two or three Blue Lions had joined the cause. That wasn’t against the rules, so long as Dimitri wasn’t one of them and had been disqualified or disqualified himself. Judging by their uniforms, Claude had lost four but gained three back upon defeating Dimitri, meaning a nearly full-strength group. She cursed again under her breath. Even worse, their horn player was hollering and blowing like he was signaling the reign of a new king.

“Alright, wait until they’re in arrow range, then Bernadetta will fire off the first shot at the same time we signal the boys to route them.” She rode back and forth in front of them and tried to ignore the stimulation of the saddle. She remained eternally grateful she had picked red. “We can’t signal too early or too late, or we won’t be able to get the full advantage of our numbers.”

The girls signaled they understood and Byleth pulled back behind them, trotting from one side of the defensive position to the other nervously. She could feel her stomach turning over and over in knots, the feeling of her pussy rubbing the saddle starting to be all she could think about. It was a welcome relief from thinking about the battle, which was to say potentially losing it. She wished she’d done a hundred things differently, she wished she’d rushed for Claude’s camp, counting on him to ignore her in favor of the Lions. She wished she’d listened to Byleth sooner and gone with a plan that didn’t leave her exposed and trailing wetness down the sides of her saddle and thighs. Most of all, she wished it would just happen and she could get it over with.

“Fire!” It came out as a croaking whisper, but it was enough, and the arrow went off and the horn sounded.

Edelgard bent double in her saddle, body suddenly shaking and twitching like she’d been shocked. She’d been so nervous she hadn’t even felt her climax coming until it was already. Her thighs tightened around her horse and it sped up under her, making the saddle rub faster against her pussy even as she came and drooled her juices past the saddle and onto its flanks. She could feel her toes curling, her hands grasping the reins with enough force for her knuckles to go white as a bliss washed over her that was enough to purge any apprehensions or nervousness about the battle. Her vision was white and red, they could have been routing or getting routed and she wouldn’t have been able to tell. She cursed and groaned under her breath, hoping that nobody was paying attention to her. And even worse, just as the pleasure seemed to be abiding another one rose and took its place, her cunt sore as her horse kept moving and rubbing the saddle against her. She felt like she was going to pass out, she felt suddenly weightless, and then she felt the ground rush up to meet her.

She watched her horse continue on for a few meters before slowing and stopping as she lay on the ground, the pain of having tumbled off not having yet caught up to her as the last of her second orgasm trailed away and left her a shivering, grasping mess. Finally, she managed to catch her breath, and then the soreness both between her legs and on her back and leg where she’d fallen came up. She tried moving slightly and found nothing broken, but she didn’t want to get up. She kept her legs crossed, even with her knees still shaking slightly. When she heard footsteps approaching, she braced for the worse.

“Are you alright, your highness?” It was Byleth’s voice.

She breathed a sigh of relief and accepted his hand up, then his cloak to cover herself when he saw where the paint had rubbed away.

“I’m fine…” It took a moment for her brain to catch up, then it came all at once, “The battle!”

“Already won,” Byleth helped her back up on her horse, she shuddered at how sensitive she still was and shifted the cloak more between her legs.

“We did?”

“The plan worked perfectly. The enemy was so focused on your group that they tried to run to the camp instead of fighting, we took their backs without them putting up a fight. None of them even made it to the edge of the defenses.”

“Thank you,” Edelgard sighed. “Do they think I deserted?”

“I told them it was part of a secret plan between you and I, that you were going to try to lure Claude to you because you expected him to ignore the others. I think they believe it too, since he was the one who got the closest.”

“Good,” Edelgard felt herself relax, “Now get me back to my tent. I want to be dressed for when I wave that idiot’s banner in his own face.”

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