Breaking In The Monastery

Byleth was incredibly pent up. That was a fact. He had been groping breasts all day and given the contract they had been on previously, it had been a significant amount of time since last he had laid down with a whore and fucked her brains out while he emptied out his semen tanks. Right now he was in **** need to empty himself into someone, and it was becoming increasingly irrelevant just who that person was.

His sister had taunted him about it as she sent him on his way, actually encouraging him to go out and wet his wick in some woman. There was definitely a large amount of validity in the idea. Whatever the case may be, no one in the world minded his attention to their breasts, even before they knew that he could bring any woman to climax just with his hands dancing over their tits.

What was so different about applying the same concept to something more substantial, like sex?

He stepped out of Deborah's quarters, and closed the door behind him, leaving her to her own devices once more, and set out towards his own room next door. He didn't even make it that short way before something happened.

"Ughh" Someone groaned loudly, the sound perfectly matching that of someone who had just awakened from a long slumber and was not entirely certain that they shouldn't just go straight back to sleep. "Hmm. So where are we now?" The voice sounded out after a moment.

Byleth's head swivelled around everywhere nearby, desperately trying to locate the source of the voice, but there was no one there. He looked up to the roof of the dorms, but there was no one there either. The voice had just come right from nowhere.

"Have you really forgotten so soon?" The voice sounded out. "Then how about I remind you." Slowly before his eyes, the form of the small green haired girl from his daydream appeared. His eyes widened as she seemed to apparate from thin air, but after a moment he could see that she was at least partially transparent. "It is I, Sothis, the one who turned back time itself to save your life after you were monumentally stupid. A thank you might be nice."

"Thank you." Byleth replied instantly. His eyes worked over the small imp like girl's form. She was petite in all ways except for her hair, which poofed out behind her like a huge green mane. She was also floating. Floating was nice. She was in many ways like an adorable green gremlin of a ghost. He stepped forwards, thrusting his hands out towards her chest to see just how ghostlike she really was.

His hands found... something. It wasn't like she was exactly solid, his hands were still pressing into whatever it was that was there, but it wasn't completely thin air either. In the space where Sothis' body appeared to be, his hands experienced resistance, like he was suddenly moving through water instead of open air. He could work with this.

Immediately he set to work, his hands found the bottom of her budding breasts and lifted them a little to get a better idea of the size of the handfuls he was working with. Then they traced a circle around the entire circumference of each tiny titty, as a secondary measurement. The next step was to test their buoyancy, and so he laid his hands palm flat against the pair and gently squished them into her chest. It was harder to tell thanks to the peculiarities of her current form, but it seemed like her small pair were also incredibly perky, springing back to shape the moment that pressure was released, her tiny nipples jutting out into his palm as much as they could.

"Excuse me, what do you think you are doing!" The woman demanded, all of a sudden he stopped and looked at her face. The self proclaimed goddess seemed outraged. "How dare you..." And then she stopped, a puzzled look overtaking her.

"Is there a problem?" He asked curiously. This was the first time there had even been any hint of his activities being unusual since... well since he had first noticed them. Could she be the source?

"Of course there is!" She remarked aggressively. "I just... need a moment to remember what it is." She trailed off as she spoke, as if she was forgetting what was causing her to be so angry even while she spoke. There were a few tense seconds as the two of them locked eyes and the goddess' brow scrunched up in hard thought. Then she finally gave in. "Alright, what is happening?!? I knew what was wrong a moment ago, and now I can't think of it at all. You are clearly doing something to make me not notice what you're doing wrong! I will be lenient. If you tell me what it is right now, your punishment will be much less severe."

His hands squeezed down twice, groping Sothis' tits. He said nothing. She glared at him, but her glare softened by the second, until finally she was left simply pouting at him. "This isn't funny. Something is clearly going on. So why can't I tell what it is?"

"If a goddess can't tell then maybe it isn't important."

"You'd like me to think that wouldn't you." She said, jabbing one intangible finger at his chest as threateningly as she could. "I will figure this out. I swear that as a Goddess. But for now I suppose there are other things to worry about."

She floated away a little, but his hands were still on her breasts, and while she did end up floating out of his grasp, his fingers seemed to snag on something as she floated off. The hem of the goddess' dress. As she floated away, she inadvertently ended up dragging her dress down her front until her small breasts were completely exposed to him, at which point she stopped.

If he didn't know better he could have sworn that was intentional, but with her unable to comprehend what was going on, surely that couldn't be the case?

Either way though, he now knew for a fact that he could 'touch' this goddess, for a given definition of the word touch. And his cock was absolutely throbbing right now. The answer to 1+1 is very rarely anything but 2.

Sothis seemed like she was about to go into some clipped set of instructions to one effect or another. Byleth heard none of it. His hand moved lower and found her thin waist even while he was stepping forwards towards her, and his lips closed around her exposed teat. It was a strange sensation, to suckle on the nipple of someone who wasn't entirely there, but not all together unpleasant. While there was a dull warmth to the air where his mouth was locked onto her, and it soothed him, while his hands pulled her body flush against his chest.

With her pulled against his chest and firmly mounted there for his pleasure for the moment, Byleth began walking the rest of the way to his room, opening the door with ease and his hand returning to Sothis' backside, which he cupped gently and elicited a small moan from the girl. This continued all the way over to the bed, where he laid her back down on the bedding and crouched over her, his dick springing forth almost menacingly from within his breeches.

"W-what are you doing?" She stuttered out. "This isn't right. Something about this isn't right. I demand to know what is going on. It's like I'm staring out through steamed up glass and I just can't reach out and wipe away the fog."

"It doesn't matter." Byleth said snippily, though he tried to be as reassuring and calming as he could be. "Just enjoy this okay?"

"Alright. But If I find out later that there was something fishy going on..." She let the threat linger.

Slowly Byleth's hands reached down to her dress, pulling it up, and revealing that the girl was in fact wearing nothing underneath. A curious choice to be sure. Her womanhood was therefore left entirely on display, and while it wasn't a beautiful bosom, it was still something wholly beautiful in its own way. The smooth, shaven example of femininity was small like she was, but incredibly inviting. His cock was as hard as it was ever going to get.

Without further ado, he thrust forwards.