...to the left!

And Byleth was off. The choice came to her from nowhere, a mysterious attraction pulling her towards one direction over the other. She did have another charge of her Divine Pulse left… so what did it matter if she guessed wrong? It’d be a simple matter of recalling as soon as he saw her and going the other way next time…

She stepped down from the walkway, and followed the general path outside the dormitories. The doors to the training ground loomed at the end, but soon she’d pass them and be far less likely to see Kostas. She thought of picking up the pace, of minimizing her time spent outside, but rationalized that it might make her too noticeable... It was better to remain inconspicuous… that made sense to her. She would just take it slow and- Byleth felt a solid mass in front of her as she turned the corner, putting her hands up to brace herself.

“Just the woman I was looking for…”

Byleth didn’t even try and run away, simply looking up at him… her lips curling ever so faintly at the edge as he lead her to the training grounds…

How many times was this now…? Byleth wondered. She tried to think back, but it felt as though she had lived through a day where she wouldn’t tire, this one night an unorganized mess of memories. It was hard to think on the past, her body rooting her firmly in the here and now…

Byleth propped herself up against one of the walls in the back of the training grounds, pushing back to meet Kostas’ thrusts. It felt wonderful to be taken from behind like this, the brigand pounding her relentlessly. Even better was her body now being completely refreshed, full of vigor and ready to be fucked once again. Being able to turn back time and have that need - that yearning - fully renewed in all its intensity was probably the best use of her power… it allowed her to try yet another, bold approach with Kostas:

“Come on…! Is that all… you can manage, you bastard?” Byleth teased him.

Kostas let out something akin to a growl as he bucked forward with even more power, his grip and stance tightening as he redoubled his efforts. Byleth kept goading him, taunting him over and again, trying to coax every last bit of vindictive strength from him, getting him worked up. He was only getting angrier and she had to strain to keep from being driven into the wall, each impact threatening to send her into the bricks.

“I almost had… that white-haired bitch… and you just had… to fuck it up!”

He slammed into her, accentuating his words with a newfound aggression. Byleth could feel herself slipping, but as she tried to steady herself she gasped and felt her hand pulled away. Her other arm quickly gave out and she was shoved forward, now pressed between a wall of stone and a wall of muscle. He pounded into her with the same strength as before, quick bursts now replacing long thrusts. He reached up, gripping her hair as he grunted into her ear.

“This is almost better though… and do you know why?”

He pressed her arm into her back, leaning his whole body forward even more, continuing before she even had a chance to reply.

“’Cause mercenaries like you have always been killin’ bandits like me for coin…”

It’s true, she had slain many bandits in her days under Father's tutelage, taking payment to defend countless villages from men like him…

“And what better than for someone like me to breed you like the greedy merc you are?”

The words sank into Byleth like a knife.

She had lived her entire life under the doctrine of eliminating scum like him… so many years spent hunting them down for coin. She had seen the havoc those like him could wreak and the lasting effect such attacks had. She was supposed to eliminate him, his ilk the bane of those like her. For the first time, it was really sinking in just how low she was being in such a position… and yet…

“You’re wrong…” she started, Kostas’ thrusts slowing slightly.

She almost wanted to leave it at that, leave it ambiguous enough not to betray how she really felt, and have him think she still had some shred of dignity left, some crumb of self-respect that had not been replaced with lust… but that simply wasn’t true.

“… I’m not a mercenary: I’m just a bandit’s whore. So breed me like I deserve…!”

Kostas stilled for a moment, cock still lodged within her as he processed exactly what he had heard. Though despite his usual dull-witted nature, it didn’t take long for him drive himself back into her, a victorious grin on his face.

It wasn’t just his thrusts, or his body against hers, or even the control he exerted on her, it was the sense of degradation: of being with someone so far removed from her - her complete opposite. Old enough to be her father, a disgusting pig, lacking in morals, ethics, and manners… being dominated by someone so far “below” her… Now she was beneath him, having fallen for all these things as each one sent tremors through her.

Legs writhing together, her body shook against him as she peaked with pleasure.

“That’s right. Cum, whore. Cum knowing I’m about to knock you up…!” Kostas hissed in her ear, his breath hot on her skin.

She knew she should feel anger or shame at his words, but couldn’t help but melt against him. She wasn’t coming in spite of his words… but because of them.

She squirmed, trying to lash out as her body quaked in bliss, but was firmly held in place by his bulk. She gritted her teeth against the mix of pain and pleasure, his hand pulling back her head to reveal a wild and wide-eyed visage, spittle dripping down Byleth’s clenched jaw. It was even better than before… His thrusts became even more erratic, as chaotic as Byleth’s quivering now. She knew what was coming. It always ended the same way.

Kostas jammed his cock in as far as it would go, pressing her into the wall with his body before Byleth felt the tell-tale warmth spread within her. There was nothing she could do now. She simply bathed in the afterglow, letting him deposit his seed within her. The two of them were almost completely still, their motionless state punctuated by the occasional jerk forward from Kostas and the intermittent spasm from Byleth. She couldn’t even resist as he smothered her mouth with his, a sloppy exchange that barely resembled a kiss and left her cheeks bathed in his spit.

Eventually, Kostas pulls away, his cock slipping from her as an audible schlop and letting loose the load he had left in her. It trickled down her legs for a moment before they buckled beneath her, the ex-mercenary collapsing into a crumpled mess on the floor. Whether she was still a professor or now a whore though… she couldn’t rightly claim. She had given in before, had begged him to plant his seed inside her, but here she was again, this time ravaged more violently than he ever was before… it was a completely different pleasure than what she felt last time. A vicious domination. It made her wonder just how many times she would do this. Or when- ... if she gave in to him forever… what would it be like then…?

Byleth looked up, now realizing that Kostas had left her to recover on her own. The cool night air of the training grounds and the occasional chirp of crickets all that accompanied her now…

“Pray tell, why do you choose right after the sex to go back every time?”

The voice chimed in her mind, almost no different from a thought, as the illusion of Sothis floated into view. She looked upon Byleth with, not a disappointed look, but one that was a mix of bemusement and pity... Byleth avoided her gaze for now, still recovering from the ordeal...