Regular Dining Hall Coitus

Their mid-morning celebration and drunken debauchery in the dining hall had changed the locale's normally staid atmosphere. It was no drunken bar with bluster and noise but they'd gathered a crowd of onlookers, students and visiting nobles alike and there was plenty of chattering conversation and the occasional hoot of excitement. There also seemed to be a veritable host of servants hovering around, perhaps drawn by the number of individuals they served, but more likely the spectacle of the well-endowed sibling professors.

Claude watched the the twin mercenaries rut passionately and furiously upon the table, resting his chin upon his palm. Dim but assuredly good-natured Raphael had taken a more proactive role, his huge bulky form had kind Mercedes pinned, her legs open wide, her pussy spread compliantly as he plunged, one fine formed bare foot basically resting on Ignatz's slight shoulder, the boy blushing furiously but adorably seeming to be attempting to provide a steady rest for it.

Oh this was beyond entertaining. Certainly he was learning much more about the mysterious twin mercenaries that had inexplicably become professors to the noble youth here at Garreg Mach than he had in two weeks of surreptitious observation and subtle spying from the servants on his house's payroll. He really wasn't sure what to think about it all. Byleth was in most respects a very boring and average fellow, Claude was certainly appreciative he'd selected Edelgard's House rather than his own. Deneb was a boisterous loud-mouth, but her energy was a boon to the Golden Deer, her spirited personality breaking down barriers between his peers far quicker than if left to their own devices.

That was all for the better, in Claude's book. He sighed wistfully, just wishing he only had call to use such information of his companions for building the bonds of fellowship rather than the base manipulations of politics and affairs of state...

Claude shifted in his chair, blood pulsing through his groin at the erotic sight taking place before him, the once lit candelabra laying askew upon the table as well as Hilda's glass, the pinkette's wine was a puddle that Deneb's well-rounded hips were moistened by as Byleth drove into her with thrusts that were as regular as a metronome. The strangely blue haired sibling's eyes were shut and she moaned loudly and sensually as her brother picked up his pace, thrusting harder, plunging in as forcefully as he could.

It honestly made Claude wince to witness Byleth wield that massive thing of his. It looked to him as though the only way to stuff all of that long and thick penis inside of her would be to push through the back of her uterus and maybe even graze her heart or lungs by the time those big testicles touched her pelvis. And yet Deneb kept screaming for him to plunge in deeper and to bury himself completely. Amazingly her drenched pussy accepted Byleth's meat so easily that it might as well have been eating his length like a thick sausage. It quite frankly looked impossible.

Still, no matter how absurdly big and thick it was, Claude had little interest in penises as a rule. He was rather more excited by Deneb's immense breasts. The fact that she wore a thick leather cuirass was disappointing but the depth of her canyon of cleavage more than made up for it.

Byleth's hands were upon his sister's waist as he thrust into her, his fingers digging into her soft flesh. Deneb's large orbs jiggled and swayed with every single movement, the woman's breathing becoming heavier and more labored as she moaned with ecstasy.

"Goddess!" exclaimed Deborah suddenly as her brother continued to pound into her, pumping away savagely at his own sister's cunt.

"Ohhh By, ohhh By, ohhh Byleth!!" she continued, her left hand attempting to get at her breasts and mostly failing given the thoroughness of her cuirass's construction with regards to containing them. The frustration she felt boiled over and as she ineffectually pulled at the top of her leather armor, she called out "Ah! C-can someone help us out? Get these clothes off?"

Byleth didn't respond, but instead bit down on his sister's neck, his hands clenching around her waist as he continued to thrust into her. No one else did either. Asking to involve themselves in a pair in the midst of sex was a bit much, even if all their inhibitions were certainly addled by **** consumption. That was proven by the fact that they were all simply sitting here watching such sordid activities with little self-awareness. Idly he wondered if stuffy self-important Lorenz would be similarly addled if he'd elected to take part in their festivities. It was honestly too bad Leonie had departed right before things had become so interesting, racing off after Jeralt when she'd spied him passing by. That lusty merc would certainly be rutting and adding to the show.

"Hey, you lot!" shouted Deneb suddenly, her voice carrying over the sounds of Byleth's pelvis smacking into her crotch, her singular golden earring flashing in the soft sunlight shining down through the windows above, “Help me get these things off! It’s normal to help people undress when they’re fucking, come on!”

Naturally, there was a moment of confusion as they all realized they’d just been sitting there with those having sex half clothed. “Of course!” exclaimed Ignatz, standing up and reaching out to fumble with the fastenings of Deneb’s cuirass.

“Goddess!” cursed Hilda on her feet and leaning forward, “Let me.”

“-want to see those big titties bounce!” was the crass declaration from someone in the audience.

Claude was about to help but a gaggle of serving girls rushed forward to disrobe all of the participants in this impromptu little orgy and soon enough all four were completely naked.

"Oh, that's better!" groaned Deneb now on all fours in line with the table, her hands flat among skewed plates as her brother knelt and took her from behind, his hands on her large yet tight and perfectly round buttocks. Behind Byleth's feet Raphael was laying back, his own enormously muscular legs bent and spread as he thrust upwards fitfully into Mercedes' lovely heart-shaped backside as she lay draped on top of him, cute moans escaping her throat as she rode him with their faces hovering close to each other, singular kisses coming every so often.

At one point he managed to turn his head and glowingly remark, "This is so great, Professor! We did what you told us and we won the battle! I did what you told me and now I'm in heaven! I love it!"

Deneb took no notice of her fan, completely taken with her congress with her brother.

Claude appreciated the view in full even as he resisted the urge to rub his own bulging insistent groin. Deneb's breasts were of a size that as they surrendered to the pull of gravity and stretched into creamy oblong beauties they made full contact with the table, compressing and hiding her large nipples. Her thick muscular thighs were spread wide to, no doubt, make more room for the passage of that enormous cock and it was easy to see from this angle the motion of Byleth's almost grotesquely sized scrotum as those nuts perfectly matched the swaying jiggles of her big dangling teats. Passing his gaze upward past Deneb's sweat glistening back, Claude found that the sheer size of his manhood was a stark contrast with Byleth's fine vaguely feminine looks, though his now naked lithe torso was sculpted with defined muscle it was also marked liberally with scars that spoke of the professor's more martial experience as a mercenary.

Claude noted that this had been going on for a while. Certainly as much as his own longest sexual encounter with no sign the twins were even close to stopping. No surprise there really. They were both mercenaries and while he might have believed the tales of sell-sword lust to be just that, his spies had confirmed for Byleth at least that he sought out the company of the fairer sex nearly every night and spent many hours rutting into the dark. Why even Professor Manuela was a regular conquest of his!

Though her face was flushed scarlet with most likely passion and lust, it was just as likely embarrassment and youthful frustration, Lysithea suddenly got up and turned on her heel to rush from the dining hall. Claude made a mental note to visit with her later when she had cooled off. The Professor had been truly rough with her and he honestly doubted the merc had the sensitivity to respond to the young scion's discontent, especially when she herself was the author of that disgruntled emotion. Not that he had much chance of providing remedy given his own penchant for enjoying the youthful looking sprite's ire at those who didn't respect her advanced maturity. But it was a responsibility that fell to him as head of house, certainly expecting the blunt instrument that was Deneb to respond appropriately was likened to pressing a square peg to a round hole.

"OOOOHHhhh! Unghhhh! Unghh!" Groaned and bellowed Raphael, having at some point removed himself from the table with his Blue Lion lass in hand. He was on his feet, holding her up as easily as if he were holding a child, despite her womanly proportions. She slid down his tool to the root, locking her legs around his waist. Rapidly, he lifted her up and down on his cock like a living fuck-doll. Mercedes helped by using her crossed legs for leverage against his hips, mewling in pleasure as their tongues wrestled with each other.

Claude watched silently in awe at the twin displays of strength and sensuality before him, idly wishing his manhood were half as long as Byleth's let alone nearly the size of dear pleasantly stupid Raphael's. He listened as the blonde threw back her head, big big soft tits squashed and pressing outward against the brawny commoner's even larger pectoral muscles. She cried out Raphael's name and shivered and bucked as if she were having a seizure. White seed flowed freely enough to drip openly between their legs and Claude imagined dear Mercedes would be visiting a certain type of priest the morning after...

He gave in suddenly, filled with an overwhelming lust and gripped his crotch discretely beneath the table, a far more modest display than the absolutely lewd show that Marianne, the adopted relative of the lord of Edmund was putting on to say nothing of Edelgard, Black Eagle, and princess and future emperor of the Adrestian Empire was revealing they played with their feminine selves.

Claude squeezed his rock-hard six inch prick through his pants as he witnessed the siblings rut right in front of him, they'd switched so that Deneb was on her back as Byleth ground down into her but they were even closer. Deneb's eyes went wide as he sealed his lips over hers in a hungry kiss, his hot, limber tongue exploring her mouth. She mewled in protest, only briefly, but surrendered, lacing her arms around his neck as best she could as her eyes slid closed. His hands slid down, the one on her throat cupping a breast instead, mauling it as the other slipped down to grip her ample ass, hungrily kneading the firm flesh.

Deneb moaned into his mouth softly, her hand hanging open in front of Claude on the table. He grabbed it and held it without too much thought. She paid it no mind, pressing into the firm muscle of her brother's body against hers, shivering as she felt the gigantic flesh-pillar driving into her cunt.

Byleth had picked up his pace, pounding into Deneb's grasping cunt with such speed and **** that she moaned like a banshee, her tongue practically hanging out of her mouth even as her mammoth tits alternately slapping her chin. Her brother leaned down and kissed her hungrily, groaning into her mouth as the slide-pops of Deneb's crushing depths were sped to a rapid-fire crash of sensation. He seemed to attempt to distance himself from his body's imminent desire to explode, focusing his attention on the pleasure he was pumping into Deneb as furiously as his cock.

Claude's own member was twitching and demanding tactile attention as Deneb no doubt felt the forceful blasts of sticky, searing-hot seed erupt inside her, flooding her with a deluge of ropy, gooey spunk, painting her womb in a thick coat of white before flooding the space with sloshing, oily warmth; Byleth groaning loudly as he humped his narrow hips against her wide hips. Based just on the soft cries issuing forth from her open mouth, Claude thought he could detect the blasts that overwhelmed the tight, **** seal of her cervix and spew out into the rest of her cunny, each spurt renewing the sensation as it overwhelmed the tiny gate. He could see, teaming white sperm was leaking down her taint, between the cleft of her ass, and dripping in fat, heavy drops on the table-cloth beneath her.

She came, hard.