Before Battle Banter

"So By, ready and raring to go?" Deneb asked, lightly bouncing on the balls of her feet, hair swishing behind her and axe clamped tightly in one hand. She was just so exuberant and ready for the day. But then what could be expected of her really? Deneb was always absurdly enthused for things that Byleth saw no reason to be, and this battle just seemed to be another thing on her little list. Maybe she had been getting cranky over the last week of teaching without being able to swing her axe around. In that case it was a wonder she had even managed the last week.

Deborah wasn't necessarily worthy of the title of Battle Nut, but she found swinging her axe around and throwing about spells was an excellent method of stress relief. Why she had even bothered agreeing to teach at Garrag Mach if she wasn't prepared to deal with the stresses of the job though eluded him. He lifted his sword and gave it a few practice swings about, testing to make sure that it was just as sharp and perfectly balanced as it had been last time he had wielded it. Everything was just as it should be. Well, if Deneb wanted to work off some stress in a good fight, then he was more than happy to provide. His students would be more than ready to annihilate the other classes while he and his sister clashed. "Indeed. I hope you are ready for your Golden Deer to lose though. My Eagles are well trained."

"And you think my Deer aren't? Claude will have half your lot on knocked out on the ground before they even spot him." She said as she walked up to him, swinging down her axe to embed it standing in the earth and leaving it behind as she walked up to him and began to confront him chest to chest, looking up into his eyes with fiery determination. "I'm more worried about Dmitri and the Lions than I am about your precious Eagles."

He stared back at her passively, his face the blank slate that it was most of the time. Deneb knew how to get to him, but in the same way he knew exactly how to not rise to her jabs, and his natural inexpressiveness helped by leaps and bounds. Apparently not enough though, or Deneb just knew how to read him after so many years together, as her eyes searched his and own and smug smirk of victory began to split her lips. "Aww, did you just pick Edelgard because she reminded you of your favourite big sister?" She teased him further, pressing her advantage, and pressing up her breasts with her hands, practically forcing them into his sight line. "A big, strong and tough axe wielder with the sexiest body you've ever seen. Do you have feelings for me that you'd like to get off your chest By?"

"Hmm. I hadn't actually considered the parallels." He replied calmly, though his eyes did divert down to stare longingly into the valley of his sister's tits. It was such a smooth and wonderful cavern and he wanted to just stuff his face down into it and smother himself between the largest pair of tits he had ever encountered in his decades of life. But he didn't have the time right now. He had a battle to prepare for, and his sister was not going to distract him from it this time.

"Oh really? And you expect me to buy that? I bet she was the girl you got back to your room that first night when you left mine to go chase some cunt." She commented, her face twisting into what could almost be described as a pout. "Come on, you come to my room, fire me up, and then leave to go grab yourself a piece of tail that is basically me, and **** me to listen to you rail her brains out. Were you trying to taunt me? Is that how you are going about family rivalries these days?"

"I- I don't know what you mean?" He really didn't. Deneb was suddenly acting rather upset with him. He'd thought they were just having some sort of perfectly normal pre-battle banter, and now Deneb was suddenly speaking seriously, and it was disconcerting.

"Oh come on!" She said, throwing up her arms into the air, before seizing his hands and dragging them up to her tits, forcing him to grope her vigorously. "These are your favourite tits right? The biggest and the best in the world. You admit that right? Feel them again. Look at them if you like!" She cries, grabbing the top of her brazier and making to tear it down and expose her breasts to his view. He stopped her as his hands leaped up and snatched her wrists, dragging them both up and over her head, and he pulled them together so that he could hold both of her arms still with only a single hand. His free hand then diverted down towards her breasts again.

As he held her arms up, he was very aware that she was stronger than him, she could wrench her hands out of his in a moment and do whatsoever she wanted to him in retribution. But she didn't. Instead she let him hold her like that, one hand holding her arms helplessly above her, while his other squeezed one tit within its clothing. It was smooth and yielding to his probing, moulding to his fingers like a balloon might, and as he applied pressure to it in some areas, it bulged in others. "Ahh!" Deneb bit down on a moan that escaped her lips as he squeezed a little harder, and his eyes snapped up to her face in response. She was flushed, her cheeks a crimson red of embarrassment, and she was breathing so hard that he could swear she was almost breathing out steam as if it were a cold winter morning. She was barely even looking at him too, her face dipped down and looking off to the side as if she were shy, too timid to look him in the eyes.

He had never seen Deborah like this before. This was entirely new to him, and he was almost scared to continue because of what that might mean. His hand grasping her tit loosened its grip and released her. Slowly her eyes turned within their sockets to look up at his face, even though she kept her head turned down and away.

Slowly, he drew his hand up to the crest of her neck, and lazily trailed it down through the valley of her cleavage, down the outside of her clothes, and travelled down across her smooth, muscled stomach, until finally it reached its destination. His free hand cupped his sister's crotch, and he felt the damp patch of arousal steadily growing there beneath his palm.

He hadn't considered that. He hadn't considered that at all. Deneb had never seemed the type to indulge in carnal desires. He and the other mercenaries visited whore houses on occasion, and his own prowess was a story of some repute, but Deneb never seemed to partake herself. When her sexuality and assets as a woman were brought up, it was usually in the context of her trying to use them to her advantage, lulling males into lowering their guards when faced with a beautiful female, and she would brutally capitalise on their chauvinism, usually with lethal consequences as the case might be. She'd come along to the whorehouses, and she seemed skilled at the art of seducing the ladies, but she normally pursued a tactic of leave them begging for more, drawing a buxom maid down into her lap, then fingerbanging her brains out all over her knee and leaving her behind lusting senselessly. Never once was he aware of a time when another human being had laid eyes on his sister's uncovered crotch, besides himself.

"Deneb. Do you-"

"Professor!" Edelgard called out as she stepped into the tent, dressed in her battle finery and with her own Imperial axe clasped in one hand. "The battle is due to begin in a few minutes, and we were beginning to wonder if you had any kind of battle strategy to discuss before we commence." She explained, walking over even as she took in the sight of him practically splaying out his sister before him like a sexual piece of meat to be examined and was currently mid fondling of. This was of course Normal from her perspective and nothing to worry about.

"Of course." He replied to her, stepping away and releasing his sister from his grasp, allowing her to set about herself and restoring her dignity in whatever manner she saw fit. "I have a plan ready. You, Hubert, Bernadetta and Petra were specifically chosen to carry it out to what I believe will be astounding success." He assured her.

"Hey Edelgard." He heard Deneb call from behind her, and both himself and the imperial heiress turned to regard his sister as she was brushing herself down and standing as tall as she could given the circumstances. "This battle. Are there any sort of rewards or such for the victors? Say it is Normal for the victorious House to be able to request certain favours from their defeated foes."

The white haired heiress blinked for a moment, then nodded her head. "Yes. It is something of a tradition that the Victors may seek whatever recompense they desire from those that they defeat. Whether that be on or off the battlefield."

"Excellent." Deborah said, and she strode right past them both, wrenching her axe from the ground and setting it against her shoulder even as she lifted the lip of the tent entrance. "Hey By." She called without turning to look at him. "You better not lose to anyone but me out there." And with that she left and was gone.

The two of them regarded the space she had left for a moment, before turning to each other. Byleth retrieved his sword and affixed it in its scabbard at his belt, and grabbed up a few vulneraries in case anyone got more seriously hurt than they should out there. "Let's go Edelgard. I'll tell you all the plan as we head down to get into position."

"Yes Professor."