The Ruining of Garreg Mach Ch.4

Chapter 4: The Lady's Blessing

The messenger found Byleth shortly after she had changed her clothes and eaten three meals in one sitting. The dining hall had been a challenge, filled as it was with female students and servants and knights and the noisy sounds of their mouths. More than once, she had found herself staring at a pair of beautiful, heavy breasts or the sway of a behind only to pull her eyes away with urgency.

She couldn't afford any public displays of her 'gift'.

Lady Rhea wanted to see her. That was the only content of the message, and Byleth had to conclude the true message would be delivered by the Archbishop herself. She went right away, because one never kept the leader of the Church of Seiros waiting.

She ascended to the upper level of the monastery and strode into the audience chamber, passed glowing stained glass, boots ringing on polished marble. She expected to see Lady Rhea deep in conversation with Seteth or her father, as per usual, but instead the room was empty save for the Archbishop and...

"Professor Manuela?"

The older woman smiled at her as she stepped into the room and drew the doors closed behind her. Mad thirst lit in her eyes and she licked her painted lips in a moment of wanton desperation.

She adjusted her posture subtly, exposing a slice of thigh through the slit in her robes. The line of skin ran all way up onto her hip, and Byleth realised she could not see any panties. She felt a familiar twitch in her shorts, but the sight of Lady Rhea filled her with sudden dread.

Any hope she might have had that the other woman's station would mean she did not have any effect on Byleth swiftly crumbled. Looking at her before, she had seen the peaceful but stern leader of the faith, who meted out comfort with one hand and punishment with the other. Now, crazed by the pulsing of the awakened member in her shorts, she saw Rhea for what she truly was--a beautiful woman.

And she was beautiful. Statuesque and voluptuous, her fine, white robe clung to her curves in an inviting way. Her pale skin seemed to glow in the light shining through the coloured windows and her green hair was radiant. Byleth's skin tingled, her nipples hardening inside her bodice. She didn't think she had ever wanted to touch another woman so much.

Perhaps it was because it was forbidden. That made the temptation all the greater.

"Ah, welcome, my child. Professor Manuela was just telling me that you have undergone some... changes in her care. You have already experienced the pleasure of these changes with her, and with several of the other women at the monastery, is that correct?"

"Two," Byleth said, knowing there was no point in hiding.

"Excellent," Rhea said, eyes shining. That reaction caught Byleth entirely by surprise. "I have already instructed Professor Manuela to assist you in whatever manner you may require so that you may claim every woman at this monastery. She seems eager to help with this task."

"Oh, yes, my lady," Manuela said, stepping forward to run a teasing, lingering hand over Byleth's shoulders and down her arm. "I'm very eager indeed. I already have some candidates in mind. I think the Professor's unique condition is going to be very good for morale and general reproductive health here at Garreg Mach. And we must all pitch in to help her manage her... excessive sexual stamina."

"The Crest of Flames will make your sexual appetite voracious now that it is awakened," Rhea added. "You will feel compelled to mate with as many women as possible, and I will do whatever is within my power to make that happen."

"Why?" Byleth asked.

It might have been the only time she'd heard anyone talk back to the Archbishop, but she wanted answers. This situation felt too good to be true, sublimely arousing, and she knew there had to be a reason for it, a motivation beyond simply helping her enjoy her newfound sexuality.

"Leave us, Professor Manuela," Lady Rhea insisted. "Tend to your candidates. Prepare them for what is to come."

"But, my lady, I--"

Manuela faltered under the Archbishop's disapproving gaze. She turned to look at Byleth, tracing the muscles in her arms with a finger, her other hand starting to work its way down her stomach towards her shorts. Byleth wondered if the older woman had even known she was doing it.

"As you wish, my lady," Manuela said eventually, then turned to leave.

Byleth saw her biting angrily into her sleeve as she strode out of the chamber, trying not to scream. There were toys in her office that would help, but if Bernadetta and Leonie were anything to go by, they wouldn't truly satisfy her anymore.

"Take it out," Lady Rhea instructed. "Let me see it.

"Yes, Lady Rhea," Byleth said, and obeyed.

"Please, child, call me 'Rhea'. I wish for us to be familiar. Let me gaze upon the majesty that the Crest of Flames has endowed you with. Yes, it is quite magnificent. Towering and intimidating, yet intoxicating. I cannot look away. My heart seems to beat in time with every pulse of it."

Byleth let out a strained grunt. Rhea's attention and praise went straight to her loins, and she was now so erect that it hurt. The other woman glided towards her, hips swaying sensuously, and her milky white hand, soft as silk and perfect, wrapped tight around her member. That touch, without even starting to stroke her, made her hips buck. She began to leak onto the Archbishop's fingers.

"My, you are sensitive, aren't you? And you will cause such sensitivity in those you touch. A divine confluence of sexuality, leading to your inevitable mating."

"Is it... the Crest of Flames?" Byleth asked, though her desire to learn more had started to melt away under her burning need to thrust her cock through the circle of Rhea's fingers. Or to push her down and violate her.

"Yes. The crest wishes to propagate itself. And it is vitally important that it does. The Crest of Flames was almost lost to this world, but it will bring us closer to the Goddess than ever before. You will father a new divine lineage. When I learned that you were female, I was... alarmed at first. But I see it doesn't matter. Your nature has shaped itself to your purpose. You are perfect. This is perfect."

She stroked her hand firmly from head to base and then back up again. The pressure was slow and agonising. Byleth groaned and her shoulders slumped forward. She had lost her composure entirely under Rhea's touch. The other three women had not come close to destroying her like this.

"I want you to breed every woman you come across," Rhea said, her tone turning low and lurid. "I want you to hypnotise them with your magnificence, break their minds with the intoxicating sight of your member. Make them serve you however you wish, then ravish them until their wombs are heavy with your seed. Do not stop until you have made your harem here at Garreg Mach. Once you are dominant, once you have claimed them all, return to me. I will be the last. I will be your reward."

The Archbishop lifted her hand away from Byleth's rod and she felt its loss keenly. When the other woman drew open her robe, however, she lost all sensation entirely.

She was naked under the white robes. Her skin was porcelain white and smooth beyond compare. Though mature, her body held no sign of age. She was flawless, perfect, her heavy, shapely breasts both generously proportioned and exquisitely positioned. Her body tapered to a narrow waist and flat, toned stomach, and her wide hips made Byleth's hands ache to grab. Nestled between her thick thighs was a neat entrance framed by a delicate patch of green hair.

'Goddess' was the only word Byleth could use to describe the body she now saw.

Before she could stop herself, she reached out and took Rhea's hips. Rather than drag the other woman to her, she pulled herself closer. Her face buried between her breasts, and her member slid between the Archbishop's thighs, glancing off her entrance in a way that made her shiver.

Rhea stroked her face softly, cradling her into her bosom, and smiled down at her. "Are you really so eager to have me pleasure you, child? I am happy I can provoke such a reaction in you."

"You're beautiful," Byleth groaned, even as Rhea cupped her mouth to one of her nipples.

She sucked greedily, like an infant. Rhea didn't react to it, just stroked her cheek gently and smoothed back her hair. She felt lost in her body, trapped and helpless like she had never been before. A woman like this couldn't be human, surely.

"Look at you. So desperate. I love that. And I think I will give you something as a token of my affection. Hopefully it will sate you until your duty is done."

Rhea moved her hips. Byleth felt her thighs clamping around her, squeezing her, stroking her. She felt the wet heat of her entrance sliding over the ridges of her cock, then back again. She groaned into the other woman's chest and...

She came with a grunt, hips bucking violently, spraying the floor behind Rhea with astounding force. The orgasm left her shaking in a way the others hadn't, and she felt the Archbishop holding her up effortlessly as she slumped.

"My, so excitable. I hope you'll be able to last longer when we have our next assignation. Or you'll never satisfy me the way you do your other concubines."

She laughed teasingly and helped Byleth to find her feet. The feeling of her had been incredible. With just a touch of her hand, she had stoked her lust to a fever pitch, and with a simple movement of her hips, she had made her climax. Was this some divine gift from the Goddess? Or was this Rhea's experience coming into play? Had other men felt this voluptuous body, this erotic embrace, before her?

It made her angry to think of. This body was her prize, not anyone else's.

"How is it you're not affected the way the others have been?" she asked, finding her voice at the same time as she found her feet.

"Who says I am not?"

Rhea took Byleth's hand and guided it between her silken thighs. She brushed her fingers along her swollen lips, and they came away slick with the other woman's arousal. Her hand was wet from palm to fingertips, and deliciously sticky.

"You arouse me as nothing ever has before. Just the sight of your throbbing erection brings me to the height of ecstasy. But I am patient. Your holy work comes first. I will come second."

Byleth frowned, wondering at the phrasing. Rhea was so well-spoken, but that had almost sounded as dirty as Leonie.

Rhea tilted her head forward, down towards her breasts again, and touched her lips to Byleth's forehead tenderly.

"Go," she commanded. "Spread the Goddess's seed and crest throughout this monastery. Then return to me, my love."

"I will," Byleth said, adjusting her clothing.

As if she didn't have enough incentive to claim every woman in the monastery, Rhea had offered her magnificent body to sweeten the pot. Her life had taken such a strange twist.

Before, she had been content only to become a better warrior, a better tactician, and follow in her father's footsteps. Now, she was possessed by lust, a being of pure passion, and there wasn't a single woman in the whole of Garreg Mach who was safe.

The only question was, who would she claim next?