Not so Well the Battle Goes

Byleth woke suddenly, his entry into the world of the conscious and living, accompanied by a coughing fit. He curled forward as he hacked and wheezed, someone's hand laying on his chest and another propping up his neck. He found himself looking into the beautiful violet eyes of Edelgard, her beauty that of an angel and a fine thing to wake up to, her silverly white hair a cascade all around her porcelain visage.

"What?! What happened?" he asked, bewildered, his head pounding. He felt disoriented, his recent memories like a fuzzy dream.

"The Golden Deer House has won the competition. Their tactics were underhanded though effective I must admit."

Byleth was still partially out of it, even as memories of encountering the Blue Lions lines and leading the charge filtered through his mind. "Huh... how?"

Edelgard shook her head slightly even as Byleth's hand pressed at her breast-plate on its own, "Unfortunately, I was defeated by your sister and have no first-hand knowledge. The Golden Deer laid in wait, setting an ambush and sprang it only once we were fully engaged with Dimitri's squad. It seems it was a combined effort between my loyal vassel Hubert and yourself that took the berserk Deneb down."

"But we lost?"

Edelgard's smooth white cheeks flushed and she looked at the ground, "Claude set loose a volley of arrows on our position from the cover of the forest and his group was fresh when it pounced on both our and Dimitri's soldiers."

"Damn..." Byleth exhaled heavily, "We should have pushed through the forest to reach them. This was supposed to be ours!" He felt his head wound throb, "We should have crushed them."

"The vagaries of battle make fools of us all. We can only prepare ourselves and strive to do our best." remarked Edelgard from behind lowered lashes. Her gaze met his fiercely, "We will not make the same mistake twice."

Byleth nod slowly, considering her words, "You're right. We won't miss Claude's sideways approach in the future."

Edelgard nodded, gorgeous silver hair bobbing, "We will not. Through our combined efforts, the Black Eagles will reign supreme."

"I have full faith in that." He lifted his head, craning it to look up at her. He brushed a stray strand of her hair from her eyes, "I have... full faith in you to aide me in that goal."

Edelgard nodded, porcelain face solemn.

With a grunt, Byleth stood. He didn't know why he felt the need to hug her, maybe it was just his desire to touch her. He wrapped his arms about her, groping her armored breast more out of habit than anything else, "Say... who did defeat my sister? I'm still only getting impressions. My head hurts."

"My vassel Hubert." replied Edelgard, "I'm not surprised your memory is addled. She hit you with the flat of her axe but it was a mighty blow to your head all the same."

She softly held his brow, "Hubert's Dark Magic is potent and Deneb's defense against that type seems lacking."

Dorothea's beautiful face framed with curtains of wavy brown hair pushed into his view, her jaunty black cap perched precariously atop her head, "You were utterly gallant, Professor. You shouldn't feel bad. You turned and led the charge against our ambushers, saving me from a fate worse than **** with that imbecile Sylvain..."

It seemed that she was the other propping him up. He coughed and asked, "Isn't Sylvain a Blue Lion?"

She smiled softly, "True enough but I had been hard pressed turning back his lance with my sword and when the Golden Deer struck, I was momentarily flustered. Your heroic words and subsequent charge cheered me and distracted him just enough. I cast a Thunder spell and sent him packing!"

"Impressive." he nodded, "And you too, Edelgard."

Byleth got to his feet with the girls' help. He was within the Eagle's command tent, the other participants in the mock battle scattered around, looking dejected. Dorothea pressed a Vulnerary into his hands and he took a heavy swig of the healing drought, feeling significantly better within moments of the concoction hitting his stomach.

"All of you did well. I am very impressed." he told the class.

Naturally, there was a level of disbelief and melancholy obvious in the students' posture and body language. He tried to assuage their fears, "You all did well. The failure of strategy was mine. Individually you performed admirably."

"Are you serious?" asked the slight Caspar von Bergliez, "We got our asses beat! That commoner Dedue has me washing his clothes for the next six weeks! I can't believe this!"

Byleth spent the following fifteen minutes doing his best to assuage the feelings of his young noble charges, attempting to channel his father's sincere yet unflappable manner. He wasn't a people person and it was unnatural for him. The only saving grace was the fact that he could help the female members of the class out of their armor and at the same time grope their breasts.

Dorothea's mounds were big and soft, he couldn't wait to get them out of her leather armor. Petra's breasts were high and firm and she seemed little interested in obstructing their bouncy movement with supportive garments. Burnadette's small bust was non-existent through her stiff cuirass, but that only whetted his appetite to explore her tiny breasts uncovered all the more in the future. Still, though he loved the varied bosoms of his young charges, Byleth soon felt the need to be away from them. His naturally loner nature pushing him along. It was uncomfortable within a group, let alone being the center of that group's attention.

Eventually, he felt his duty fulfilled to these young scions and he pushed his way out of the tent with a sigh of relief escaping his lips.

He made his way through the camp that lay adjacent to the practice battlefield, generally avoiding clumps of knights and cadets to slip through the back-ways between tents rather than the main thoroughfares. This camp reminded him of that of the mercenary bands and he reveled in that familiarity after days within the alien walls of the Monastery, being able to stroll through it at will, however, he knew that his time in such places was likely coming to a close.

A couple of knights spotted him and saluted, the spell broken.

He hurried along, wondering how Deneb was doing. Wondering where she was. The Golden Deer tent? She'd been acting awfully strange before the battle. He shuddered to think what her manner would be having been defeated by an enemy mage, though hopefully the fact that her house had won the mock battle would somewhat mollify her mood.

Byleth's wandering pace stuttered to a stop as he rounded a corner between tents and passed pair of barrels, to find a male student receiving oral pleasure from a pig-tailed pinkette. Her hands lay splayed out upon his hips as she bobbed her head on his member, her whole body rocking with her movements as she squat before him.

He looked to be about Byleth's age, though he was a little taller. His face was scrunched up and his eyes shut tight as he enjoyed the act. She pulled back and looked up at him, "Do hurry up already. I was tired to begin with and I'd much rather be napping than sucking you."

Byleth recognized her now, Hilda of his sister's class. A set of rather full, large breasts standing out finely from her relatively taut frame. Her waist curved in tightly before flowing out to her thighs which were the definition of muscular thighs.

The clearly noble young man, his features quite handsome, smirked as he ran a hand through his tousled red hair, "Well, how long it takes isn't entirely up to you, my dear. I'm known for my stamina in certain circles. However, if you did put in a bit more effort and skill... why I'd imagine my climax would arrive a bit sooner."

Hilda pumped his length with one hand, replying with an amused tone, "Oh Sylvain, you wanted a good blowjob? Well, you probably should have specified that when you asked for your certain favor."

Ah. Sylvain. Suddenly, Byleth knew what fate worse than **** Dorothea had been referring to.

He was the son of some noble family from Faerghus. From his elegant clothing and overall manner, Byleth took him as far more skilled in the art of flirtation and courtship, rather than the battlefield. Then again he had defeated Hilda apparently and given Dorothea a strong fight. Sylvain's smooth smile never wavered, "Well, you could bend over and I could make this more pleasurable for you..." He suddenly noticed Byleth standing there, "Ah. Hello there, Professor!"

"Don't mind us. Just letting off a little steam after the battle."

Hilda turned her head to take in Byleth's presence casually, "Actually I was just finishing up."

Sylvain looked to be slightly perturbed by her statement, though not overly so. He replied, "Truly? That's a shame. I was hoping you would be more... accommodating..."

Byleth had seen more than his fair share of women giving head in the brothels with his mercenary brethren, so he was generally unfazed by this scene. While he had a little interest in relieving his own urges at the moment, he was actually more curious, "Good day. I am confused. You defeated Hilda? I had thought the Golden Deer had refused battle until the Black Eagles had engaged with the Blue Lions." It seemed odd that Sylvain had defeated Hilda in personal combat, especially when he knew that Dorothea had been the one to dispatch Sylvain.

Hilda's cheeks colored and she replied even as Sylvain guided her lax hand back to his erect shaft shiny with her saliva, "Ah... I may have gotten a bit lost leading my scout ****. Encountered this lout..."

Sylvain laughed, "She was sleeping!"

"I was not!" she complained, her hand suddenly squeezing his dick so tightly that he grimaced and looked away. "We engaged in a duel and I lost. It doesn't matter. My House won didn't it? All without me having to even lift a finger..."

"Except now you have to give pleasure to Sylvain..." remarked Byleth, feeling somewhat glad that this lazy person was not in his class.

She shrugged, "Ehh... in a minute I'm just going to lay back and spread my legs. Then he'll be the one working to give pleasure to me..."

This was a welcome statement for Sylvain as he perked up, looking quite pleased with himself, "Hehe... Oh? I'm going to make you feel so good you better not fall in love with me now-"

Byleth had seen enough and silently wished the boy luck. He was quite averagely endowed and no doubt would put the lazy girl to sleep. Byleth looked forward to the day he bedded the sleepy girl, wondering if she'd just lay there or if the pleasure his sizeable tool provided urged her to great heights of excitement. He passed them by, Hilda allowing Sylvain to grip her pig-tails and basically fuck her mouth. No doubt she preferred to simply take a bludgeoning prick rather than stroke and suck it herself.

At the Golden Deer tent he found nothing but servants. They told him that the students had already vacated the camp in a jovial mood. They believed that they were headed for the small village that abutted the Monastery, no doubt intent on celebrating their victory at a tavern. Byleth had little doubt that his sister had been the originator for that idea, she was a heavy drinker. Indeed, she was quite proud of her ability to out-drink any man in the Breakers and in particular she lorded it over Byleth. He was a notorious light-weight, often passing out early during the mercenary's festivities.