The Shut In's Secret Ch. 02

Byleth walked out of the infirmary with an uncharacteristic stagger in her step. Something had come loose inside her and she couldn't even walk straight because of it.

It wasn't just what had happened with Manuela, though the memory of it burned like a hot coal inside her mind, every tactile sensation, every sight and sound. It was also the fact that something had awakened in her. Something she didn't recognize in herself.

In her time as a mercenary and now at the monastery, she had been surrounded by beautiful women, but she had never noticed them before. Now, she couldn't stop noticing them.

She passed a couple of servants in the hall carrying baskets of laundry. She would have given them only a nod in passing, but now she was transfixed by the way their bodies clung to their breasts and hips, the shapely sway of their behinds as they walked. One of them, a sultry blonde with sapphire eyes, caught Byleth's gaze and flashed her an impish smile, and the professor felt her member stirring in her shorts again.

She needed more before the night was through. It might be possible to return to Manuela and demand more of her attention, but she couldn't bring herself to do that. She never betrayed weakness, never allowed anyone to get the better of her if she could help it, and she had left Manuela hopelessly addicted. She would have her again later. Going back now would tilt the power balance in the other woman's favour.

Sitting in her room and masturbating held no appeal either. She had never done it before, but now that she had felt the silky smooth wetness inside of a woman, how could she even contemplate such a thing? What she needed was something hot and vital, something dripping and ready.

She took a shuddering breath, trying to control herself. There were so many women at Garreg Mach, and any of them might have been happy to take what Byleth was offering. She only needed to find one.

There was only one person she knew for certain how to find, primarily because they never left their room.

She marched through the halls, coat billowing behind her, arousal still stirring in her stomach and in her shorts. She hastened her pace before it became too obvious to hide from people she passed. Before she knew it, she was standing outside of Bernadetta's door wondering if this was really a good idea.

Need compelled her to knock.

"Y-yes?" came a shaky voice from inside, after an alarmed pause. "Wh-who is it?"

"Bernadetta..." Byleth called, voice cracking with the throbbing arousal still building inside her.

The lock snapped off and the door drew open. Bernadetta's eyes widened in shock at seeing her, then widened further when Byleth pushed into her room without asking permission.

"C-come in," she muttered redundantly, then shut the door up again.

Byleth looked around at the small dormitory room. Hers wasn't much bigger, but it was cleaner. Books were scattered across every surface, ink-stained papers strewn across the desk, plates from old meals stolen away to the room stacked on the dresser. Clothing was piled on the floor, and Byleth gulped laboriously when she spotted a pair of panties by the bed, a bra hung on the post.

Bernadetta looked ruffled, her purple hair flattened from sleep. Even so, her eyes were alight with anxiety and her cheeks were bright red. She toyed with the hem of her short skirt, wringing it between her slender hands, and her sweater couldn't hide the fact that her breasts were bare under it, nipples protruding.

The room smelled of her--flowers and paper and anxious sweat--and of something else. The same smell that had filled the infirmary when Manuela had climaxed while throating her.

"Have you been masturbating in here?" Byleth asked bluntly, because that was how she did everything.

Bernadetta looked like she'd been shot with one of her own arrows. She turned even redder and her eyes fell to the floor.

"Tell me," Byleth said flatly.

"W-well, wh-what did you th-think I was doing in here all the t-time?" she whispered.

"What do you think about?"

"L-lots of different things. I-it's... what I write about. Cavaliers and princesses, empresses and their bodyguards, songstresses and their adoring fans, professors and their students..."

Byleth's head snapped up sharply. Bernadetta squeaked in alarm. She looked as though she was going to try to hide under the bed. The professor put a reassuring hand on her shoulder, but it was hard to be steady when she could feel her pulse in her jaw and between her legs.

"I have something for you."

She stepped back, unbuttoning her shorts and drawing them down off her hips. She let out a sigh of relief as her member spilled free, releasing some of the unbearable pressure that had been building.

Bernadetta gaped at it, eyes wider than ever, and Byleth could see the fight-or-flight instincts that warred within the other woman every time she was faced with something that made her even slightly anxious. But there was something else in those eyes this time, and the professor recognised it as the same look Manuela had worn when she'd made her discovery. It was slowly making its way to the surface, overriding every other thought. Unvarnished lust.

"You want this," Byleth said. It was a statement, not a question.

In an instant, Bernadetta was on her knees in front of Byleth. She nuzzled against her swelling member, running the hot hardness against her cheeks and lips and forehead. She clasped it in her delicate hands and ran her tongue along the underside, and Byleth had to fight to keep from grabbing her by the hair.

"It's beautiful," Bernadetta gasped, kissing the shaft from tip to base with greedy passion. "Let me worship it. Let me make you feel good. I want to know every inch of it. This will be the only cock I write about from this moment on."

"Good," Byleth said.

She came fully erect, her member eclipsing the adoring look on Bernadetta's face. Before she could do anything more, the professor leaned down and scooped her up in her arms. She pulled her against her muscular body, breasts pushing up under hers, cock poised right below her as Bernadetta wrapped her legs around Byleth's hips.

Her skirt rode up onto her stomach, exposing everything between her stockings and the hem of her sweater. She wasn't wearing any panties, exposing a slick slit and a patch of neat, purple hair. Byleth's tip was dangerously close to her entrance, and Bernadetta quivered, but more from excitement than fear.

"I didn't see the point in putting them back on," she whispered. "I thought we were just going to talk. Kind of glad I didn't bother now."

Byleth nodded, also glad. She lowered the other woman onto her member, watching the way it pressed easily into her slit, splitting and stretching her entrance. Bernadetta let out a low, slutty moan, eyes rolling, mouth falling open in ecstasy as she was speared upon Byleth's shaft.

"Oh, Goddess! It's p-perfect. The way it fills me; the way it stretches. It feels divine! P-please! M-more! Give me m-more! Make me feel complete. F-fuck me!"

Byleth had never fucked anyone before, but the plea spurred her into motion. She scooped her arms under Bernadetta's knees and began to thrust her hips, drawing her length out most of the way before driving back in again. Each bounce of the other woman's body against hers drove a cry from Bernadetta's lips. She clung tight to the collar of Byleth's jacket as the professor used her for pleasure.

"I-is it g-good, Professor? Does my p-pussy feel good? Are you enjoying m-me? D-do I please you?"

Byleth nodded, but she let actions speak for her where words failed and kept pumping her hips. The wet tightness around her length was irresistible.

Bernadetta fumbled desperately with her sweater, pulling it up over her perky breasts. She caught the material in her mouth, holding it in place, and started to twist and pinch her nipples. She stared into Byleth's eyes as she did, putting on a show for the professor that stirred her lust.

She pulled at Byleth's bodice, exposing her breasts to press their naked chests together. She threw her arms around the professor's neck and crushed her lips to her mouth. Byleth felt the other woman's tongue eagerly trying to invade her mouth and for a moment she didn't know how to react. Then she opened her mouth and let Bernadetta kiss her.

The sensation of the kiss made heat boil up inside, caressing her loins and making her nipples harden. She pushed Bernadetta against the wall and quickened her pace, hammering into her with reckless abandon.

"Ruin me, Professor!" the other woman begged. "Break me, stretch me, make me yours. I'll take every inch of you, every drop. Stay here with me in my room and use me. I'm yours. Every part of me, every curve, every hole, for as long as you want. Just... don't stop fucking me!"

Bernadetta's head fell back against the wall. Her fingers tangled in Byleth's hair. Her lips pressed along her brow and temple, seeking her lips again. Byleth's hands found her breasts, kneading them with hungry desperation for more stimulation, more pleasure.

Finally, she claimed Bernadetta's mouth with a forceful, passionate kiss, thrusting her tongue deep inside. At the same time, she gave a final pump of her hips and climaxed. Her lover cried out inside her mouth as she also reached orgasm. She shuddered and gasped against the still, solid stone of Byleth's body. For a full minute, all she could do was tremble and shake as the pleasure cascaded in her over and over. Byleth felt herself twitching inside her as her tightening pussy milked every drop.

They clung to one another for interminable minutes, and then Byleth turned and lowered Bernadetta onto her bed. The other woman pressed kisses to her forehead and cheeks as she sprawled into the sheets. Once they were lying down, Byleth slid free from her with a lewd, wet noise. Bernadetta gasped.

"I... feel so empty," she whispered.

"Thank you," Byleth said. She knew no better way to express gratitude than to be direct about it.

"You mean... for the sex?" Bernadetta laughed, high and a little crazy. Then her tone thickened and deepened into something seductive as she cupped Byleth's face.

"You're so welcome, Professor. It was good for me too. So much better than just lying in bed all day fingering myself stupid."

Byleth drew in a deep, steadying breath. Even satisfied as she was, every comment like that, every sultry look, every throaty laugh began to stoke the fire inside her again. She didn't yet know her limits, didn't know how much sex was too much, or how much wasn't enough.

She also couldn't tell what effect she was having on the women of Garreg Mach. Would they always have been willing participants? Or was the Crest of Flames bringing out this side of them so that they would submit to her?

She couldn't complain. Not when it felt so good to claim them.

"Did you mean what you said?" she asked, gazing into Bernadetta's eyes with intensity. "About staying in your room? About what I could do to you?"

The other woman looked up at her with surprise, but that expression melted into one of sly hunger. She wrapped her legs around Byleth's waist and pulled her closer, and she felt her length stiffening once more against the soft, smooth flesh of her stomach.

"Why? Do you w-want to take me up on m-my offer?"

"Yes," Byleth said, and that was all she needed to say.

Bernadetta pulled her into another kiss, her lust giving her boldness. Byleth pulled her close, sliding one hand up under her sweater and squeeze around her breast. She had never made love to a woman, but she was learning fast what needed to be done.

"I'm yours," Bernadetta breathed, as one hand slid down to guide Byleth's tip back to her sopping entrance.

Byleth felt a surge of savage, possessive delight at the words. Yes, Bernadetta was hers now, claimed and broken.

And she would be the first of many.