Time Tells No Lies

The next few days was a glorious time to be a woman in Garrag Mach Monastery. Not specifically because they got any action themselves, but because Byleth and Deneb were rutting across half the surfaces in the entire monastery. Their fucking in the Cafeteria was just the beginning. The Greenhouses were turned into a sexual hotbox as the two siblings just 'happened' to run into each other there, and practically threw themselves at each other, their bodies a conglomeration of writhing frames, groping hands, bucking hips and mouths mashing against each other with more passion than most marriages. That lone session had lasted almost two hours, with neither of them willing to pull apart for even a second.

The scent of sex had permeated the entire greenhouse for the next week, with the unprepared being **** to wear makeshift masks just to be able to enter and stand the smell. Of course, that didn't affect everyone. In fact, it became quite the 'attraction' for a few females of the academy. To be able to smell their rutting teacher's in every breath they took, the scent so rich and overwhelming, it made their fantasies so vivid they might as well have been visions.

The next place to be quite thoroughly defiled was the fishing pond. Byleth had already given his students quite the lesson that morning, lecturing them on the required logistics for forces of various sizes, and was spending some time speaking with the young Flayn while they fished together. Deborah's intervention had changed the entire thing for the sexual extraordinarily quickly. He'd been bowled right into the pond, Flayn being swept in alongside them, and Seteth's sister had therefore ended up being given front row seating to witness as the sibling's rutting gave the pond a slight white colouration.

Of course they couldn't just leave her like that though after getting her so soaking wet. Almost as one the two siblings had reached out and seized Flayn, pulling her in between them both, and while Byleth's cock invaded her incredibly tight back passage, Deborah's breasts had been thrust into her face, rendered her chew toys and playthings. The girl was given the time of her life, and the three of them had greatly enjoyed themselves. There was even talk of a repeat performance sometime in the future, on the condition that Seteth never be told. The guy was too much of a buzzkill.

But as is common knowledge in most parts of the world, the Third Time is the Charm. And it was for that reason that when next the pair met, it was in perhaps the most unlikely place it could possibly be. Deborah had been invited to give a sermon with Rhea in the Cathedral Hall. The Archbishop had invited her to a discussion before hand, and the pair had talked about the faith of Seiros and what lessons could be taught at great length. There had been something of a friendship developed, and when finally the words to say were decided upon, they both glided out into the hall with smiles on their lips.

All of that changed though when Byleth entered the hall, Mercedes and Ingrid of the Blue Lions at his side, and Edelgard stalking in a few paces behind like a Panther on the prowl. Her brother and the two Lions had taken up seats on the front row, and listened intently to the service for a long while. For a while it seemed like nothing out of the ordinary would occur. That Rhea would speak her words, Deborah would speak hers, and the Sermon would come to a close without incident.

But then Byleth's britches had been opened and his cock exposed. Standing tall, he had lazily stroked it to the sight of Rhea and his sister, before his arms had come up and around the shoulders of the two girls accompanying him, and pulled them down towards his lap. It had taken very little prompting for the two girls to begin licking and lapping away, kissing around his cock with gusto, covering his entire length with their saliva. Deborah tried to stay professional, she really did. Just this one time, she honestly tried to act seriously.

It was the sight of Ingrid **** on Byleth's monster cock in an attempt to deepthroat him, and utterly failing in every single way to surpress her gag reflex, to the point that it was just painful to watch, that finally broke her. She stopped mid sermon and practically marched over the seating area, wrenched the girl off of his cock and threw her several feet, before plunging her face down onto his cock, thrusting him all the way down her throat like a champ until she was planting a kiss around the base of his cock. She almost regretted not wearing lipstick since she could have left a little imprint as proof of her accomplishment.

And so she swiftly set about proving to all the ignorant and untrained fools just who it was that was Byleth's one and only twin, and therefore also the one person who was quite literally made for him. They were born from the same womb, at the same time, possibly from the same egg. They belong together. They were two halves of one hole. And she would rather be damned to the deepest pits of a thousand fiery hells then not let these upstart bitches know their place as barely better than hangers on.

Suffice to say, it was a very long time before she was in any sort of fit state to go back to the front of the room and finish her sermon. But that was okay. Everyone just politely waited. After all, that was only normal. Even Rhea had no objection to the pairs sexual antics. In truth, she was perhaps one of those watching on with the most intense gaze, behind the three students who were all taking mental notes on the subject as if it was going to one day be the subject of an exam if they could deepthroat their teacher or not.

Hah. That would be really funny. She should tell Byleth that as a joke some time, see if it made him crack a smile.

"Ah hello there!" Professor Hanneman welcomed Byleth as he stepped into the older man's office for their scheduled appointment. Since they had arrived the old man had been interested in his strange unknown crest, and now they were finally getting around to letting the old man have his way. "Now I've prepared all of my various instruments, I'll just need you to lay down and stay as still as possible, and we'll be done in about an hour or so."

Byleth immediately moved to comply, before being stopped by the older man. "Oh. And I think you will need to be shirtless for the instruments to get the best results." He hesitated for a moment. Not because of any sort of embarrassment at all, there was absolutely nothing for him to be embarrassed about, not with his body being the height of masculinity. But there was the slight fear of just what would come of it if he was seen even partly naked by any of the women of the Monastery.

Still, he wasn't going to let that hold him back. He was divesting himself of his upper clothing soon enough, and laying down on the table as instructed. "Hmm. I suppose if I was to be stuck with only one person to interact with for the rest of my existence, you aren't the worst option." Looking back over his head, he saw the ghost of Sothis standing, or more accurately floating, over him.

There was many a snarky remark that came to mind in reply to that, primarily about her having held a very different opinion the last time that the two of them had been alone together. But those were beneath him. Instead he simply reached out with one hand and grabbed her by the arm, pulling her down and flush against his chest, her head buried in the crook of his neck. He was about to say something, but it was that moment that Deneb appeared in the open doorway. The moment she saw his naked torso there was only one possible result.

She was hurling herself across the room in a moment, clothes falling on the floor as she went right for his crotch, Hannemen's expensive equipment being mercilessly destroyed as she dived right past it. Sothis had barely a moment to vanish into thin air as his sister passed right through her to get at his dick. The next hour of rabid sex right there on the table was incredibly passionate.

But they had sort of destroyed all of Hanneman's delicate instruments in the process. It was with a heavy heart that he promised Sothis a foot rub if she would use her abilities in his favour. A pulse of Divine energy later and he had returned to the moment when he had first entered the room. This time, while the professor was explaining things, he made sure to close and lock the door behind him. That way they could get this done without interruptions this time.

"Well By, it's just that I know you have the stern and disappointment teacher games down pat, so I thought rather than wast- I mean spend my time supervising detention, that you would be far more effective at making sure the offences weren't repeated." Deborah was being entirely too suspicious right now, hanging off of his arm like the world's most sexual limpet. And she knew it too, which was likely why she was topless right now and jiggling her breasts from side to side every few seconds. Honestly, just because she had the biggest and best tits in the entire monastery, she seemed to think she was able to control him with just a flash of breast meat.

"Oh come on By. Just get in there already!!!" She must have realised that she wasn't getting anywhere with the way things had been going, so she'd fallen back on her own favourite personal default. Her incredible physical strength. He was picked up right off of the ground in a moment in a crushing bear hug, and then tossed into the Golden Deer classroom. The doors were slammed behind him.

The beam of light from outside the door had been the only thing illuminating the room, and now he was left in pitch black. Slowly he climbed back onto his feet, and glanced around. This was supposed to be detention, so surely there would be a student around here somewhere? His eyes were slowly starting to adjust to the darkness, but he still couldn't make anything out beyond about a foot in front of his face.

And then slowly he noticed something ebbing away back in one corner, a dull, deep red light. With nothing else to work with, he headed over, trying to avoid walking into desks as he did so. It was coming from right behind the blackboard, so he stepped just around the side of it to reveal...

"Hello Professor." Lysithea purred out as one hand held up a small spell for crimson illumination, while her other traced along her supple curvature. She was entirely nude, but with a black and red silk curtain draped tastefully over her body. "I believe I had a fucking to claim."

His belt snapped as his erection **** its way upright.