A Future to Look Forward To (Lysithea/Lysithea/Byleth from Fire Emblem Heroes) (Patreon)

“Another book, but no answers…”

Lysithea von Ordelia sighed, regretting that she had spent the entire day in Askr’s library-- again-- only to find nothing. Not even a hint.

When she arrived in this new realm unexpectedly, she immediately wanted to return to Garreg Mach Monastery, finding the notion of being a ‘hero’ to be, well, ridiculous.

However, upon learning about the vast knowledge this world contained, she foolishly allowed hope into her heart. Perhaps here, she could learn how to change her inevitable fate! It was that singular thought that influenced her decision to remain.

It had been a week since she was summoned; most of her waking hours had been spent in this singular location, rummaging through all the books that she deemed relevant. Although she hadn’t found much success at first, she didn’t allow it to discourage her, thinking there had to be at least one book that told her something.

While she still had plenty of the library to search through, old habits refused to die; Lysithea started to wonder if she had been wasting her time searching for a cure that never existed-- and never would exist. Time was a limited and valuable resource that she couldn’t afford to waste… and she had just spent an entire week learning information not applicable to her traditional studies and expertise. 

She was frustrated-- not just with herself, but with this library! Why hadn’t there been something for her to work with?! She would have taken even the faintest lead! 

It took much willpower to avoid causing a scene, but since that wouldn’t make her appear mature in the slightest, she managed to hold back.

Luck wasn’t on her side. The concept itself loathed her very existence. 

She had been such a fool for believing otherwise.

Lyisthea’s mood was lackluster to say the least, but she was at least able to still think rationally, understanding the importance of improving it sooner rather than later. Fortunately, she had something she could always rely on whenever she was feeling this foul. 

Sweets.

Askr's range of sugary delights was in a league of its own-- far exceeding the quantity and quality she was used to back home! She had sampled delicious treats from across a wide range of realms, finding many new favorites. 

The best part? She still had many to try! The thought of discovering multiple new favorites was already distracting her mind, making her ponder whether she’d have to make a favorite list out of her favorites. 

Lysithea set a course for the cafeteria, oblivious to the fact that she was drooling a little while she walked and thought about what awaited her. To some extent, she knew thinking about sweets in this manner was a little childish, but it kept her earlier frustrations in check. 

While en route to her personal heaven, she stumbled upon an in-progress summoning session. Though these weren’t exactly uncommon, this was the first time she had witnessed one ever since she was summoned. Thanks to that, she opted to pause and observe what was happening from a safe distance, curious to see who would show up. 

From the information she had gathered about the many worlds represented in the Order of Heroes, she believed it was unlikely that she’d know any of the new arrivals; be that as it may, she believed it would be educational to witness the sessions, for the reactions of the newly summoned individuals would potentially accurate assessments of their character. It was a hypothesis she wasn’t planning to test today, but since she was here, she could ignore the stomach pains for a few more minutes.

Besides, there was always the chance that somebody she knew would appear! For example-- her professor, Byleth! 

The man’s absence was felt; he was an incredible tutor-- considerate, but also constructive. He was somebody who never treated her like a child, instead speaking to her like she was a peer. To somebody like her who was ridiculed frequently for her petite appearance despite her intelligence, that meant a lot. 

…she also may have developed a little crush on him too. It was something she hadn’t realized at first, but their separation had made it abundantly clear. She missed visiting him and asking for help on questions she didn’t really need help with! 

Lysithea missed him dearly. 

Her professor was also handsome.

That was nice too. 

As expected, the first initial summons called forth people she didn’t recognize. First up was a green-haired pegasus knight, followed shortly by a muscular axe-wielding middle-aged man, and concluding with a cleric who immediately inquired about their older brother. From how they reacted to Askr’s plight and the promise that they could return home at any point, they all seemed like good people. 

Good data-- but it was still a little saddening to see nobody from Garreg Mach. Lysithea wasn’t the only person from the Officer’s Academy currently in Askr, but she was the only representative of the Golden Deer. She missed them-- even Claude!

Regardless, two more summons were planned. There was always a chance.

Lysithea was glad she decided to stay and watch. 

Upon seeing the fourth summon, her heart skipped a bit, and she had to rub her eyes to make sure her mind wasn’t playing tricks on her. Any lingering despair from her earlier frustrations faded instantaneously, as if it never existed to begin with-- and she hadn’t needed to drown it out with confectionaries!

Lady Luck had finally decided to take pity on her. 

He was here!

The man she adored-- the professor-- had arrived in Askr! 

It was unusual to feel a temptation to rush up to him and embrace him with a hug, but she managed to hold back. Not only would that be childish, but it would be insanely embarrassing! Just thinking about it was making her blush!

Nevertheless, to see him once again was such a relief! 

Interestingly, he did look a little different, mainly in regards to his hair. Had it always looked that green…? 

This peculiar difference made her ponder about a possibility that wasn’t thrilling to think about: There was a chance this professor was different from the one she knew, in the sense that he was an alternate Fódlan. The concept of multiple worlds was something she had learned about during the first few minutes of her time here; two individuals with the same name, appearance, and history appeared consecutively, the only difference found in their combat prowess-- one has slightly stronger magic, while another could invoke it sooner. 

Was this what was happening here? Was this professor more or less the same one she knew, but boasting a different hair color? To some extent, it saddened her knowing he wasn’t exactly the same… but on the other hand, he was still the professor. That was what mattered in the end. 

While seeing him again had flared many emotions, nothing could have prepared her for the many more she’d experience upon witnessing the fifth and final summon. 

Lysithea understood there would come a day when an alternate version of herself would appear in Askr. It was something she believed was inevitable. Although she had accepted that, she hadn’t anticipated it to happen so soon! 

She watched her counterpart step through, bewildered by her surroundings before the prince and princess greeted her.

…and she looked beautiful.

This Lysithea was taller and appeared more mature-- not to say she didn’t already look mature, of course-- but this one was also wearing an elegant outfit that matched the aura. It was the attire of the Gremory-- a symbol of her extraordinary talent in magic-- and she looked superb in it! 

Was this her… future self?

Lysithea wanted to make her presence known and converge with her alternate self, but she ultimately chose to remain hidden, watching carefully from her vantage point. She had many questions, but she also understood her other self needed time to adapt to this realm first, lest she find herself overwhelmed as she admittedly was.

…she was also a little frightened-- how does one even talk to their future self?! 

Preparations had to be made.

Lysithea almost departed to the cafeteria then and there, but something vastly unexpected happened-- an event that messed with her emotions and confused her greatly. 

The other Lysithea-- and her professor-- embraced!

They hugged at first, something that wasn’t too startling, though it did make her feel jealous.

But when the professor placed his hands on her cheeks, leaned in, and kissed her other self?! 

…she wasn’t sure how to comprehend that.

That was… herself… and the professor… kissing!

It was heartbreaking in the strangest way. Lysithea wasn’t sure how to pinpoint how she was feeling. There was just too much. Confusion, frustration, and jealousy? It was all there, but so too was anger, despair, and… happiness?

It was her. She was kissing the professor.

But… it also wasn’t her!

Why were they being so lovey-dovey? Was this truly her future self, or was this an alternate timeline, meaning this future… didn’t await her at all?

Lysithea took a step back and breathed deeply.

Both her head and her heart were hurting.

There was only one solution to the pain on such a short notice.

Lysithea completed her journey to the cafeteria, caring not for how worn out she was after sprinting there. She needed to eat. A lot.

That was, after all, part of the reason she enjoyed her sugary delights so much-- they were a distraction from life’s cruelty. ___

It had been several weeks since Lysithea witnessed an alternate version of herself appear in Askr-- one she had since learned was in a relationship with the professor.

It had been challenging to learn all she could about them while avoiding contact with both, especially when they seemed to show up no matter what she was doing! 

Studying in the library? There they were! Eating delicious treats in the cafeteria? There they were! Training her magic? There. They. Were!

Nevertheless, she had learned a lot from the subsequent eavesdropping, so it wasn’t all bad. 

This Lysithea was from the future, as she expected. It had not been long for them since they finished fighting in a war-- one provoked by Edelgard, no less! It was bewildering to learn her time at Garreg Mach Monastery was fated to be cut short. She had yet to uncover the circumstances that led to their relationship, but that was information she was going to learn today!

Lysithea had decided she was finished hiding. Not only had it been long enough, but she also realized earlier in the day that it was immature to avoid an important confrontation! 

Therefore, she ventured forth towards their quarters, understanding they had retired for the evening.

But upon walking up towards the door, she contemplated abandoning her mission.

She was hearing sounds.

Sounds that were… disturbing.

Deep down, she knew what they were… but that didn’t stop curiosity from being cruel and prompting her to place her ear against the door.

“Mmm… I love your cock so much, Byleth!”

Lysithea backed away immediately into the nearby wall, the surprise causing a loud thud as she almost fell, but she managed to miraculously remain standing. She placed her hands over her face in shame, not wanting anybody to see how flustered she was even though nobody was around.

What she had just witnessed… was, of course, something she had considered a possibility. There were times the couple had been too lovey-dovey with each other, sneaking off back to their quarters while being all giddy… but that didn’t mean she had mentally prepared to hear the depravity firsthand!

Alas, Lysithea’s day went from bad to worse as the door to their quarters opened, revealing her older self wearing a bathrobe-- one she had hastily put on. At first, she appeared shocked to see her younger self, but a warm smile soon formed on her face.

“We have company, Byleth,” she called to her lover in a strangely excited tone, and upon seeing her professor appear-- only wearing his underwear, she was completely immobilized. The worst part? He hadn’t yet… calmed down.

Byleth didn’t react too strongly to Lysithea’s presence, though that was because he wasn’t the most emotional person out there. 

“You were right,” was all he had to say.

Lysithea-- the younger of the two-- was confused. Why did they appear so… indifferent… to her presence?

She soon learned why.

“Would you like to come in?” Lysithea-- the older of the two-- offered. “There’s something we’d like to talk to you about.”

Great.

They were saving the screaming for once she followed them in.

Lysithea had no doubt they’d scold her heavily for eavesdropping on their conversations. From their perspective, they probably believed she was stalking them too!

…which admittedly, wasn’t entirely false, but there were many times it appeared they were stalking her, if anything!

Nonetheless, Lysithea saw no other option than to comply. Running away wouldn’t do her any favors-- and it would be extremely childish; she had to face her fears like an adult would. 

Upon entering the room, she was asked to take a seat on the couch whilst her counterpart and professor sat next to her, sandwiching her in a little bit and not doing any favors to her nerves. 

“Lysithea, we have a proposal to share with you,” her older self cut to the chase, sounding strangely nervous herself. “I’ll be blunt-- we know you like the professor, and that’s because I liked the professor when I was, well, you.”

“R-Right…”

It wasn’t nice having her secret exposed like that, but it was sound logic.

“Byleth and I…” she continued. “Want to spice things up, shall we say.”

Lysithea’s eyes widened.

…was she about to say what she believed she was going to say?!

There was simply no way, right?

Her older self breathed heavily, doing her best to remain stable. It was unusual to witness, but it built up much apprehension. “Byleth admitted to me once that he always found me-- you-- cute, and that he’s had some fantasies about how things could have played out, had he made a move on… us… during our time at the academy.”

This was really happening, wasn’t it?

Lysithea wanted to scream at them-- to tell them that this was a ridiculous proposition and that they should be ashamed.

But she couldn’t-- she would be lying.

“On top of that…” the future Lysithea added one last detail-- one that was mesmerizing to hear. “We know you worry much about your future, Lysithea… but trust me when I say this-- the life I am experiencing now is fulfilling, and with our help, we can make yours the same.”

This was a lot to think about.

…or was it? 

Lysithea knew exactly what she wanted to say, all thanks to a simple belief.

She wasn’t going to succumb to temptation that easily!

“So if we all have sex, you’ll cure me, huh?”

Her older self was cruel!

This was what was happening, wasn’t it? The cure to all her worries was dangling right in front of her, but it involved sexual favors! 

“We’ll cure you anyway,” Lysithea answered-- her response… shocking!! “I assume that means you don’t want to join us, but that’s fin-”

“Wait.”

It wasn’t so cruel anymore.

…and even if it was… well, she would have ultimately agreed. Why wouldn’t she? A chance to be intimate with the professor?! She wasn’t an immature child who knew nothing-- she too had secret thoughts about the man she was attracted to.

…and then they’d cure her-- and she could keep having sex with the professor… forever and ever…

Lysithea bit down on her lip. Her mind was going places, prioritizing things it did not normally prioritize.

…but was that so bad?

Her eyes constantly glanced towards his crotch, her eagerness to see it in all its glory unbearable.

Never in a million years could she have anticipated nor prepared for this, but in a way, the impromptu nature of it was massively appealing. She never did like wasting time, after all. 

___

Lysithea’s emotions were once again a mess.

She had jumped at the chance to do this, unprepared for how intimidating her professor’s cock would make her feel. This thing was supposed to go… inside her?!

“Let’s start simple,” her older self was playing the role of an assistant tutor, eager to aid her professor in teaching their star student how to excel… at sucking cock. “I want you to rely on instinct and go with the flow-- at first. Once I see how you perform, I’ll join in and give you pointers. Together, we can make our favorite man cum~”

What event caused her to become so… kinky?

It was preposterous to think she’d ever invite herself to do this.

But at the same time, it was a strangely alluring thing to think about...

…maybe she was always this kinky… and was only just discovering it. 

Regardless, it was hard to think beyond that-- the scent of her professor’s exposed cock was driving her insane, causing her to drool a little.

Lysithea was currently on her knees, observing his manhood with the utmost glee and anticipation. She was still very intimidated, but the excitement was countering it well. 

She was actually going to do this, wasn’t she? She was going to suck a cock! Her professor’s cock!

Her alternate self had instructed her to trust her instincts, so that’s what she did, using all the knowledge she had accumulated through the several dozens of books she had read about sex. She had a healthy curiosity about the subject, just like any ordinary adult!

Upon placing her lips on his glans, both parties involved quivered at the sensation. His reaction being the same as hers encouraged her to continue, leading her to effectively give her very first kiss… to her professor’s cock. They really had jumped right into the lewd business, hadn’t they?

Either way, she wasn’t disappointed. A shy kiss transitioned into an eager second, and then an excited third. Lysithea did her best to empty her thoughts, her efforts paying off as she began smothering his dick in so many kisses that she had already lost count. 

“Not bad,” her future self praised her. “Try to work your way down before moving back up. He loves both the descent and ascent.” 

Lysithea listened to the advice closely, following through with the suggestion. Her kisses had been disjointed and targeted random areas without much focus, but upon trailing them down, she noticed he was shivering more frequently. She experimented with adding some licks into the mix, pleased to discover he was quite the fan of those too.

She did this for some time, but after ascending for the umpteenth time, she decided she was ready to take it into her mouth. He was big, and she was small, but she didn’t care. She wanted to try, and though she was under no delusions that she could take in much, she wanted to learn her limits anyway.

Planting her lips on his tip, she pushed forward, letting his length infiltrate her humid mouth. As she gradually sunk her head towards his crotch, she soon felt her gag reflex in, but not before taking in just slightly less than half. Lysithea tried her best to back away once she felt the sensation, but she reacted too slowly, her ejection leading to a messy coughing fit. 

“You jumped into that too quickly,” Lysithea-- the experienced one-- pointed out her error. “But don’t worry. With time, you’ll be able to do this.”

It became abundantly clear that a certain somebody was looking forward to showing off, promptly gobbling up her lover’s cock-- to the hilt. 

The inexperienced Lysithea was envious at what she was seeing, but she also couldn’t ignore what this revelation signified; with time, she could learn to do that too! 

Though access to the professor’s dick had been denied, there was still a pair of balls to worship. Lysithea understood already that they had to be treated with care, evading any sucking by smooching instead. She kept her eyes on the man she loved, fascinated to see that even his static expression could be broken. He genuinely looked pleased and it was all thanks to her! It wasn’t even false to say that. They were both Lysithea. 

She continued tending to his balls for some time, so focused on pleasing him that she didn’t notice a soft hand crawling up her leg until it reached a particularly sensitive area, causing her to jolt back.

“H-Hey!” she sneered at the culprit-- herself! “What’s the big idea?”

“We were trying to call to you,” the evildoer who dared pull her away from the cock she craved justified her despicable actions. “It’s okay-- I remember when I was like that… completely cock-crazed…”

Lysithea ignored that remark. “What do you want?”

“Are you ready?”

“For?”

“To take the professor’s cock?” 

…she wasn’t ready to hear the bluntness of that question, at least! What happened to the professor cum together?!

Lysithea gazed up at the man in question, noticing he seemed quite… eager.

This was his idea, wasn’t it?

He wanted her. He desired her. He needed her.

If that was how it was, then she was ready, for she wanted, desired, and needed him too.

___

On second thought, maybe Lysithea wasn’t ready.

In the heat of the moment, she had forgotten that she had to strip naked to do this. On the plus side, her alter-ego didn’t look too different, which was good to an extent… though it wasn’t fun to discover she wasn’t destined to be well-endowed!

But if there was a contrast… well, the envy wouldn’t have been fun!

While she believed she was mentally prepared to take a cock for the first time, nothing could have prepared her for the utmost pleasure she was currently experiencing. It was overwhelming… but she wanted more!

Her older self was currently touching her.

Such a sensation was incredible-- she could attest to that through her many solo sessions. However, she was not used to it being this… grand.

Her other self was to blame, having already pinpointed precisely where all her weak points were due to her experience, and she was now applying that to her counterpart… who wasn’t used to these sensations at all! The older Lysithea’s fingers were itching spots she never knew she needed itching. The moans she was letting out had been humiliating at first, but concentrating on the emotion was difficult when it felt so good!

The trio had moved to the couple’s bedroom. Lysithea was currently sitting down, leaning against her other self who continuously played with her-- one hand playing with her pussy, and the other teasing her nipples. 

As for the professor, he was augmenting the pleasure spectacularly, sliding his cock up and down her drenched pussy, a constant reminder that the difference in size was going to make this a very tight fit. 

“Do you think you’re ready, Lys?” 

Lysithea did not respond to her alternate self, too engrossed in her euphoric state to contemplate replying. 

“I think that’s a yes.”

How had all of this happened? One second, she was approaching their door. Then the next thing she knew, she was sucking cock! Now here she was, about to take that dick into her pussy for the first time. 

Everything had happened so fast!

…which was good; that’s how she liked it.

“I-I’m… ahhh… c-close…”

It was miraculous she was able to warn them… but she wished she hadn’t.

The future Lysithea instantly retracted her fingers, denying her the climax her younger self craved.

“Not yet,” she said. “The professor’s cock is going to make you cum. That’s what you want, isn’t it?”

Lysithea wanted to snap at them for such cruelty, but she saw the appeal in the statement. Besides, she kind of liked being at their mercy. It was very… mature.

That was her justification, at least.

Satisfied she was ready, Byleth began to push inside her. Thanks to their collaborative efforts in preparing their new lover, it proved easy to open her up with his shaft.

Lysithea felt the intersection, the pain of losing her virginity immediately apparent… but admittedly nowhere near as bad as she believed it would be. Whether that was due to the abundance of pleasure still radiating throughout her body was unknown, but she was happy to feel bliss triumph over discomfort. 

As the professor’s cock gradually filled her up, her alter-ego continued to tease her, her pleasured trance refusing to fade. As his manhood reached deeper than any finger could go, all she could think about was how this was approaching a level beyond overwhelming.

She liked that. She wanted to be overwhelmed. She had dreamed about her professor taking her, enjoying her body, and losing himself to the pleasure, just as she currently was… and that’s precisely what he was doing.

Byleth was accelerating dramatically, her insides effortless for him to conquer. Though she was undeniably tighter than what he was used to, this was still Lysithea. He knew how she liked her pussy to be treated, even if this particular variant had yet to learn that…. but she would, with time.

Eager to teach that, Byleth showed her no mercy as he started pounding her pussy, stretching her out completely as he bottomed out inside her. Lysithea was just about able to take everything he had to offer, though she was too enraptured by the pleasure it caused to process that thrilling discovery. 

She couldn’t take it anymore. It was just too much.

Lysithea came, screaming incomprehensibly as the greatest pleasure she had ever experienced coursed through her body. The sudden compactness it caused within her pussy sealed her professor’s cock in place, the sublime squeezing enough to bring him to his climax too. 

Byleth did not worry about cumming inside her, fully aware this was yet another of her preferences, something this particular Lysithea was learning for the very first time. The warmth within her couldn’t be ignored even as her orgasm consumed her. She loved it. She felt destroyed, but she loved it. 

It was no wonder she had witnessed the couple sneaking off so frequently. The professor was an incredible lover, and now… she was their little degenerate secret!

From now on, she no longer needed to feel lonely; she had herself-- and the professor. 

From now on, she no longer needed to feel despair; they were going to cure her, and bring forth a long, prosperous life. 

From now on, she no longer had to feel hope; it was not needed anymore, for all her wishes had come true.

Maybe luck didn’t hate her, after all.

Lysithea smiled with glee, resting in the arms of her unexpected saviors. 

“...so… uhm…” she breathed deeply, very worn out. “H-How do I… ahhh… get… cured?”

It felt weird asking that question.

Her future counterpart smiled at her, the answer she provided simple… but confusing. “You already are cured.”

“...h-huh?”

“Let’s just say the goddess has blessed you.”

“I don’t… follow.”

“Don’t worry about it.”

Lysithea was very puzzled at that remark, but she supposed she had no reason to question it.

Nevertheless, she was tired. She could think about it once she awakened-- after freaking out upon realizing she hadn’t dreamt all this, of course.