Training Marianne

A couple days later

“And that all the broad types of crest there are,” Said the man at the front of the class with a twiddle on his moustache. A minor sigh of relief seemed to wash over the Golden Deer students, that was, until he wiped the blackboard clean and began again, “now we shall begin with the various subcategories! A truly riveting notion, don’t you think? We still do not know all of the ways we can group crests yet, so this will include much speculation on my part, but rest assured I-”

CREAAKK

Dwindling attention was quickly pulled away from the old man to turn itself towards the two entering the door at the back of the class.

“S-sorry! I’m so sorry we’re late!” Marianne was quick to bow, then rushed over to the closest empty seat with an incredibly red face to have eyes on her at all. Kazuma, a little more casually, sliding on in beside her with a cocky and untouchable shit eating grin.

Professor Hanneman was unimpressed, placing hands on his tweed hips and a moustache covered frown beneath his furrowed brow, “Ms. Edmund, Mr. Satou. Care to explain where you were that caused you to be twenty minutes late to my class?”

“K-Kazuma still gets lost from time to time, and as I am close to his dorm I took it upon myself to show him around!”

“Oh, you definitely showed me your round.”

“Shhh!”

There was a brief pause as the man waited for them to be settled. “Be that as it may, I expect better from both of you. If this behaviour persists, then I’m afraid there will be consequences.” A small amount of snickering and whispers went around the room briefly, to Marianne’s dismay. “You have a wonderful crest, Ms. Edmund. Can you not see that?”

There was panic on the blue haired woman’s face for a moment, “M-my-?! I thought I got it all-?!” She suddenly and openly stared down at her tits with a bizarre scrutiny.

“Psst, he said crest, not chest.”

“Ah! S-sorry!” She deflated in shame, “Yes. Sorry, Professor Hanneman. I p-promise it won’t happen again… s-sorry...”

Kazuma’s grin only seemed to grow, “Same here, Teach. We promise to be good boys and girls, right Marianne?”

The professor would have usually reprimanded them both, but he did have ulterior motives to ignoring them and continuing with his lesson. Firstly, he’d wasted enough time on them and feeding the boy’s disruptive habits would only lead to them growing. And secondly… it was no secret that Marianne needed a friend. The dour faced girl had such a rough time with mental health, perhaps some slight childish tomfoolery would help her come out of her shell.

Though he wasn’t the only one taking an interest in the new relationship. A certain pinked haired girl was starting to get worried for her friend. Was this new kid bad news? Was he blackmailing or teasing a poor defenceless girl with promises of sexual intimacy that would never be. Hilda had experience with those types of men. She’d been burned before, even by her own brother, and was worried the sheltered girl was falling into the same trap of unrequited love.

Of course, this is all based off of the lack of knowledge that Marianne’s cunt was currently leaking with Kazuma’s seed.

The quickie before class had already become a habit for the pair. And considering there were three classes a day, the amount of time they were becoming late had grown far too much. But Marianne couldn’t stop. A huge perfect cock in her pussy that wanted to rail her behind the class was just too tempting not to indulge at every opportunity. Kazuma’s sexual classes were really far too amazing.

Plus, sneaking around had such a forbidden thrill that was also addicting.

Right now Kazuma had instantly put his hand in her crotch beneath the table. All during their defence against the crest class, she was dealing with probing fingers over her dress. The way he wiggled his hands to beckon to her at the best of times made her quiver, but now those dexterous fingers were trying to get reactions out of her and it was definitely working.

Marianne tried to fight back, but it ended up hoisting her own petard. Putting her hand on his crotch did nothing but excite her more, feeling the furled up mass of meat in his pants and knowing that only a few minutes ago it was ravaging her insides like a battering ram.

Growing up in a house of people and trying to hide how much you masturbate had made Marianne an expert at one field she didn’t think she’d need in classrooms: Silent orgasms.

The blueberry girl bit her lip and clenched the wooden table. Trying to rub her legs together to stop as much leakage and smells destroying the room as she could. Thankfully the professor’s endless droning on about crests was enough to hide her actions, but if anyone was looked this way they’d quickly realise what she’d done. And knowing she’d orgasmed in front of her classmates was making her even hotter.

“I win, again.” Kazuma silently chuckled while licking his hand.

“Y-you always seem to, Sex Sensei Kazuma.”

Barely five minutes went by in the dull lecture before his hand returned to her crotch once more. “Maybe you’ll do better in round two.”

She doubted very much, but in times like these she was certainly willing to try.

-

"Hey, has anyone seen where Marianne went?"

The hustle and bustle of lunchtime always made it hard to keep track of everyone in class, as some went to talk with teachers or run errands instead of heading to the mess hall like some large knuckled men. This being said, none of the other Golden Deer had seen where she was, and Hilda was getting a little worried.

"I haven't, sorry," Said Raphael, taking a rare pause from eating to address her concerns, "Have you asked Kazuma? He's over there in the corner alone."

The pink haired girl frowned, "No... he's got such a weird look on his face, I felt uncomfortable going over there."

Weird was one way to describe Kazuma's face. Intense, creepy, maniacal, all those adjectives would work too under the circumstances. He had his elbows on the table, criss-crossing his fingers just under his nose while staring intensely forward. Barely moving. No food in front of him, just sat perfectly still like he was concentrating on absolutely nothing.

"Uhh, yeah. Guess Marianne isn't with him..." Raph agreed, "Do you think he knows how to eat?"

"He's been here a week, Raphael. Of course he knows how to eat."

"You don't think he's eaten Marianne, do you?!"

Hilda sighed, placing a hand on her face briefly before deciding the conversation had reached its end. "I'm just going to have to wait until class to talk to her, lunch is already nearly over."

"Yeah, and if she's not there then we know what's happened to her." Raphael nodded, shooting a glare towards the uncaring Kazuma before returning to his own wolfing down excessive food.

It turns out that it wasn't too hard to teach Marianne his 'lurk' skill. Maybe that meant she was destined to be a thief, or she was just naturally good at hiding in shadows, but either way it meant no one could really see her under the table sucking his cock.

The riskiness had never been higher, and Kazuma felt like the whole thing could come crumbling down any second, which is why he was looking so weird above the table. Below though he was in absolute heaven. Marianne's mouth had slowly been taking him deeper and deeper, and now she was able to bump his cockhead against her throat with minimal coughing. Such a warm tongue and mouth combo fellatio, whilst in the presence of so many unaware NPCs, felt fucking fantastic. His blueberry slut was growing so well, he couldn't have asked for a more eager student, even if he now felt he'd be hungry during class.

Oh well, at least Marianne would be well fed on protein.

The next time they were nearly caught was when Hilda tried to find Marianne during her chores. It wasn't rare for her to have taken animal care from the list of tasks, as many had recognised her penchant for the horses she so dearly cared for, so her friend truly thought that she'd be there as usual, stroking Dorte's hair and being her usual depressive self.

But she wasn't there.

"Marianne? Mariaannnneee?" Hilda called out, completely baffled by the apparent shirking of responsibility that she was more usually known for, "Dorte, do you know where Marianne is?"

The horse turned slowly towards her, not pausing its chewing to stare blankly at the pink haired girl, then slowly turned back to its food pile.

"Fine. Guess I'll... catch her tomorrow?"

And with that, Hilda left the stable.

Which let two naked bodies finally pop out Dorte's nearby haystack.

"Phwah! Thought she'd never leave. Pleh." said Kazuma, picking strands of straw out of his tongue.

Marianne had been greeted by the head of her oldest friend, and she quickly began stroking it tenderly, "Thank you for not revealing us, Dorte. I knew I could trust you with our secret."

"Uh, yeah..." Kazuma agreed, not sure what level of sentience horses had in this world. His questions would not be answered as the horse leaned over and ate a few strands of hay from his hair, "Woah! E-easy!"

"Heehee! How wonderful, Dorte likes you, Kazuma!" Marianne beamed, "I'm so happy you two get along. I wonder if it's because your appendage makes you, um, kindred spirits?" She suggested, staring at the hay covered cock in front of her.

"AH! OW! I-I don't mind that assessment, but you sure he likes me while ripping hairs out my head?!"

"Ppffthtppp."

Marianne suddenly blushed at the exhale of sound, straight from the horse's mouth. "D-Dorte! That's... um, v-very nice of you to say..."

"What? What did he say? And also, sidebar, you can speak horse?!"

"M-more just understand their feelings through their noises, rather than full translations..." She admitted, still blushing a bit from Dorte's words, "B-but... um, D-Dorte said that the reason he liked Kazuma is b-because of, um... h-how much you m-make me smile..."

That hit Kazuma right in the feels, making the naked man blush in the hay, "Oh, r-right... g-good on you, Dorte." He tried to respond, but found himself floundering.

The awkward romantic tension thanks to the horse was palpable. Enough that one of them quickly tried to run away from their thumping heartbeat lest it be broken by a few words, "U-um, I sh-should go find out what Hilda wanted!"

"Wait," Kazuma grabbed her hand before she could run. She looked back at him, partly expecting him to reveal he hated her, but so wishing that to not be the case. His eyes met her, and Kazuma couldn't help but smile, "Wanna REALLY show Dorte how happy you can look?"

Somehow that was enough to make her well up, but fighting back her tears with a smile, Marianne nodded in excitement, "O-okay!"

Kazuma once more began tustling in a pile of hay with a blue haired girl, but this one was much much more amicable than the one he'd experienced in the other world.

It was insane how much these two would fuck during the next week.

You'd think with all the sneaking around tomfoolery that they'd take breaks during the evening, or on the weekends, but no. Somehow Kazuma's cock was so full of virile spirit and rejuvinating cock fluid that he was able to get hard and cum in her again, and again, and again.

Neither had really noticed due to their complete inexperience. Kazuma had only seen hentai, so he assumed being able to cum this much was just part of the life of having sex. Marianne had never seen anything like it, so just assumed Japanese men were like this. The mystical nature of his summoning and newfound sexual ability were completely lost on the pair of them, not that they were concentrating on much else besides themselves anyway.

It was becoming rare to find a section of the map they hadn't plowed in. The church had been sinned in, the gardens had been fertilized, the armory had been shined, and the fishing pond was full of eggs. Titfucks in his room, anal sex in hers.

They'd even escaped the confines of Garreg Mach a few times to really 'let loose' in the wilds. Taking a horse ride over to an enchanting little pond, romantically sharing a picnic of delicious foods that Marianne prepared, while also dousing them in cum for Marianne to eat.

Kazuma and Marianne had found some corner of happiness with each other.

Though out here in the secluded section of nature, they had no idea they were being watched.