The Victor Claims Her Spoils

"Good Morning." He said to the gathered Golden Deer while his arms slunk over the shoulders of Hilda and Marianne, hands seeking out each of their still developing bosoms and taking large groping handfuls of the soft tit flesh through their uniforms. He'd sampled them both before of course during his time playing around.... testing the breasts of all of the females in Garrag Mach, but it was somehow comforting to sink his fingers into two of the largest sets he had found. They weren't up to par with Rhea or his Sister, but Marianne in particular was very close. He could only hope a few more years would give Deneb a worthy rival.

"Good morning Professor. Nursing your pride with a bit of fun are you?" Claude asked sardonically from across the table. His grin said it all as he nursed a flagon of ale. Every Golden Deer seemed to be doing the same. Apparently his sister was already at it turning her class into a horde of alcoholics. Before they knew it they would be acting as bawdy as a band of mercenaries. Maybe that was her goal.

"Fine breasts can heal all sorts of ailments with sufficient application."

"Well you should squeeze a lot harder then. You aren't living this one down any time soon!" Came the reply. With the way they were all celebrating right now he could definitely believe that. Deneb wasn't going to let him live this down any time soon. He couldn't begrudge them that though, if his Eagles had won then they would certainly have done the same.

"So Raphael, how are you enjoying your spoils of war?" Deneb asked from her seat as she leaned forwards over the table to look at the largest man in the monastery. She was clearly already drunk, something confirmed by the half a dozen empty beer mugs in front of her and the red dusting on her cheeks.

"Ugh. I'm not sure if I..." Raphael was currently naked from the waist down and had a rather striking figure riding his cock. Mercedes of the Blue Lions if he wasn't mistake. She was looking down at him and doing all the work as she slid herself up and down his shaft. From his perspective Byleth would almost call the look she was giving him motherly.

"Oh don't feel embarrassed on my behalf." She said to him sweetly. "I am giving it my all for you. If you want to brag it would only flatter me." She pulled all the way up to the very top of his shaft, just the tip remaining buried inside of her snatch, and she hovered there for several seconds. What that revealed was that Raphael's cock was absolutely fucking huge. Now Byleth was only a connoisseur of breasts, not of dicks, but if he was then that would probably be one of the best in the Monastery, maybe even on the continent. His own was superior of course, in both length and girth, but that only showed how truly absurd he was. Raphael on the other hand was just distinctly above and beyond what any normal man could hope to possess.

And Mercedes was taking the whole thing without complaint. In fact as she slid down his length again, taking him balls deep inside of herself, her stomach bulging slightly around the fucking log that was being impaled into her cunt, the only sound that emerged from her lips was a very satisfied sigh, as if this sensation was something she had missed and was now reunited with, rather than the mindbreaking railing it would be for any other woman.

"In that case." He said after a moment, now more willing to speak freely with Mercedes' permission given. "It's fucking awesome. Mercedes is so good at this!"

"Hic- I bet she is." Deneb said, one hand coming up and groping at the air towards the riding woman. He observed his sister. She'd put down her beer on the table rather than just use her other hand. The other hand that had been somewhere underneath the table the entire time since he'd arrived. He bent down and chanced a look underneath the table. The white hair and supple frame that faced away from him, face buried in Deneb's exposed cunt, could only be one person. Edelgard. Deborah was clearly collecting on her winnings.

"I hope my student will be returned promptly. We've got classes later today, and I need to make sure everyone knows we aren't going to lose like that again."

"Sure sure. You'll get her back when I'm done with her. But I beat her, that means I get her however I want. And right now my cunt needs a good tonguing. I've never had a proper Princess before." She let out a puerile giggle, the **** clearly getting to her. How much had she drunk? She was a mercenary and a daughter of Jeralt. Six flagons alone wouldn't even be close to getting her this sloshed.

"That reminds me." A voice spoke up from his right side. Lysithea if he remembered her name correctly. "It was I who struck the finishing blow to eliminate you from the melee Professor. That surely means I get to claim my own reward from you. And as such, I believe I shall follow the examples presented. Strip. I want you to claim my virginit-"

"ABSOLUTELY NOT!!!" Deneb was up in arms, practically flying up onto her feet as she suddenly towered over the significantly shorter girl with her humongous frame, a look of true rage on her face.

"And why not? I defeated him fair and square and now I want my prize!" Lysithea though was not going to just back down no matter how intimidating her teacher was. "You were the one who talked Raphael into fucking Mercedes. You've had Edelgard licking you out the entire party long. But when it comes to me getting what I want, now you have a problem with it?"

"Because he's my Brother, and that means if anyone is going to be fucking him here, it is going to be me!" Her arms swung around wildly thanks to how drunk she was, and she roughly pushed Edelgard away from her as she almost crawled atop the table to get at Lysithea, pushing aside all the food and flagons that got in her way.

Lysithea rose onto her feet, perfectly content to bite back just as harshly. "Well too bad! If you wanted him, you should have beaten him. But you didn't. You got beaten by Hubert before the Blue Lions had even lost. Meanwhile I on the other hand was able to take down a Professor, who at that point was well on the way to turning our entire trap around on us. I earned this!"

"Nope! Nope, nope, nope!" Deneb replied, shouting right into small girl's face. "The Golden Deer won, that means we get to claim a prize from the other houses. And I am taking it!" A moment later she had shuffled halfway around the table towards him and seized him by the collar. Before he could say or do anything in protest she was using her incredible upper body strength, honed from her many years of experience fighting with her axe, and had hoisted him right out of his seat and onto the table, slamming his back down on the middle of the wooden surface.

"Deneb. I understand you can claim whatever you want but do you really want to do this now? And here?" It was of course normal for the victors to be able to claim whatever spoils they wanted from their defeated foes, so if she wanted to make him fuck her that was her choice. But as the chosen spoils from his house, on behalf of her entire house, he had to say that she was wasting it.

"Silence you!" She said as her hands went down to his pants and ripped them off, along with his underwear, leaving his cock to spring forth at full erection, demonstrating to everyone present that he truly was the perfect male specimen beyond even Raphael's huge length. "I've wanted your dick for years and I am going to fucking get it. You hear me?" She practically screamed into his face even as everyone around the table marvelled at his length and girth. "Until I am done you are now my fuckpet!"

"No way!" Lysithea began to argue back again, now with twice the vigour after seeing what she was losing out on. "I called it first. Rightful claim or not he is fucking mine! You can't show off a dick like that and then deny me!"

"Are you sure you want it?" Hilda asked. "With how big that thing is and how small you are? A virgin like you might just split right in two. Literally." Marianne nodded along, an uncomfortable whine rising from her throat.

"I think even I might struggle with such a thing." Mercedes added in from her position still riding Raphael into a blissful sexual coma. Whatever she was doing to the young man, he was obviously not prepared to take. Which was too bad because if the Golden Deer didn't come to the same victory the next time their houses faced off, this might be his one and only chance to experience such overwhelming pleasure.

Still, he hardly had the time to worry about that right now given that his sister's hand was roughly groping his balls while she tried and failed a few times to line his cock up with her cunt. She was drunk enough that the act of aiming was becoming difficult for her right now, so his hands came up to grasp her hips to try and help her out. Almost immediately he found his hands being batted away. "No. You're my fucktoy. I fuck you."

"No! He's my fuck toy, get off of him!" Lysithea cried out, but it was all for nothing, as Deneb finally managed to find her aim and with an incredibly satisfied roar, that contained the combined total of decades of waiting, she plunged herself down the length of his shaft, driving herself down as far as she could until her hips met his and he was bottomed out inside of her. It was incredible. She was hot, wet and everything else you might ever want in a woman. In fact it was better than that. Deneb was able to cleanly take him inside of her without any issue at all, and it almost felt right to be buried into her like this, even her womb having opened up to let him in.

It was like they were made to fit together. Slot together like two pieces of a puzzle that had always been so close and yet so far apart, and now for the first time were snapping together in the way they had always been intended too. He felt whole now that he was inside of her, and from the look on her face she felt the same. It was everything she had ever wanted, and despite how huge of a deal she had made it out to be inside of her head, how much she had hyped up this moment, somehow it exceeded her every expectation.

There was just one tiny thing wrong with it. Even as Deneb's hips began to roll and her inner walls began to clench around the length of his shaft, beginning the intricate pattern of motions that would drain his cock dry and deliver her the thick baby batter that she so desperately desired to feel flood her insides.

If he were two describe it. They were like two halves of a jigsaw puzzle that had been put together over the course of their entire lives, from the moment they were born right up until this very moment. And with their coupling those two halves had joined together. But it wasn't seamless. Right in the centre, right at the place the two of them conjoined and became one, there was a whole. One single piece still missing. They were a thousand piece jigsaw, so very close to completion. Just one piece left.

But that tiniest of concerns was wiped away as his sister began to ride him properly. As her hips rolled they also rose and fell, pumping his length at the same time as they delicately massaged it, the pleasure began to run through him in waves. Every concern began to fade away. Lysithea's continued complaints about not getting his cock. Hilda's lazy commentary. Claude's teasing. Marianne and Edelgard beginning to masturbate to the sight of what was going on between the two sibling professors.

All of it vanished. The world around them became grey and uninteresting, not worthy of paying attention too when they each had the other right there in front of them. Byleth looked up at his sister's face watching as it contorted to show her obvious pleasure, and how her eyelids flickered as she came atop him. His hands came to her waist, and this time she did not object, allowing him to rest them there. Not grabbing hold and taking control, not for now atleast. Just resting them there as he basked in the sensation of his sister's pussy, and the way he could clearly see her huge hooters jiggling up and down even with her uniform doing its very best to contain them.

Despite everything, he really couldn't think of any better way to start a morning.