Teacher's Pets (Lysithea/Annette/Byleth from Fire Emblem: Three Houses) (Patreon)

“Professor… you want us to leave…?”

Byleth looked up from his desk, a sense of déjà vu coursing through body upon seeing two pairs of eager eyes upon him. How many times had these two individuals approached the front of his desk once class had concluded? Truthfully, he had lost count; they had kept up one heck of a streak.

Their actions contrasted the other students heavily; most would leave immediately, and if they intended to stay beyond ordinary hours, it was because they only had a question or two to ask. Typically, Byleth would be left alone after around ten minutes, giving him ample time to mark assignments, converse with the academy staff, or simply return to his quarters to rest.. 

That was how things used to be, at least.

Lysithea and Annette had changed that routine quite dramatically.

The latter had been introduced to the Golden Deer a few months back, and since then, the two had developed a close friendship. While he was glad they were getting along, their tendency to stick around after class and request additional assignments had impacted his spare time drastically. 

He had gotten used to spending upwards to several hours supervising them, the after-school work only concluding when they all needed to eat dinner. He'd then spend his evenings preparing the work they'd inevitably request the next day, always striving to find ways to challenge his star students.

By no means was he required to do any of this, but he genuinely enjoyed their presence. Annette was eager to please, always looking adorably flustered whenever he commended her for a job well done. Lysithea seemed more resilient to praise, brushing it off with indifference, but would smile joyfully and lightly giggle to herself whenever she believed he wasn't paying attention. 

He had learned much about them, including their aspirations for the future, details regarding their upbringing and family, and even their honest thoughts on their peers. Fortunately, the latter topic had been positive-- with some Sylvain, Claude and Lorenz-related exceptions, of course.

Byleth enjoyed these conversations. 

 They made him smile.

Smiling was new to him, and he liked that they were an easy source of it, even if recent events had made it harder to smile.

Unfortunately, his two prize students were not pleased with him today.

Lysithea had her hands on her hips, looking up at him defiantly. Annette looked more nervous comparatively, tapping her fingers together as she waited for him to answer her companion's question. 

The girls had approached him at the end of the day, requesting additional work. Like usual.

Instead, he had politely asked them to leave.

They hadn't, and he couldn't blame them; they were both far too inquisitive to comply without at least learning why.

While they weren't entitled to a reason, he understood that a lack of elaboration could cause them to begin worrying, and that was the last thing he wanted.

Therefore, he answered with a short but simple answer, hoping it would be enough for them to understand.

“I am tired.”

This week hadn't been kind.

Byleth had lost somebody important to him, and he was struggling. 

During the previous night, he lacked the motivation and resolve to prepare any extra work. Instead, he had chosen to lay down on his bed and stare at the ceiling. While his evening had not been productive, the rest and subsequent early sleep had helped, and he wanted to repeat that today-- this time with more, well, time. 

Time.

Time to process and think about everything that had unfolded.

The solitude was good.

Well, mostly. He was never really alone, and this particular voice in his head enjoyed commenting on how Annette and Lysithea were like teacher's pets.

Byleth was brought away from his thoughts to the sound of somebody grumbling in response to his answer, but he had no reason to believe she was genuinely angry. Lysithea likely recognised what his excuse meant, but couldn't accept the idea that they would not be spending time together after hours.

Comparatively, Annette was outwardly more sympathetic. “That's okay, professor. Please, rest up well, okay?”

She was undoubtedly a little sad internally, but he would make it up to the both of them when he was feeling better. He wasn't sure how he could do that, but he supposed he could slot that topic into his thinking time once he returned to his quarters.

Unfortunately, Lysithea still appeared frustrated, and he wasn't sure whether he wanted to leave while she was like this.

 “Lysithea, we should do what the professor wants us to do,” Annette advised.

Lysithea crossed her arms and scoffed.

She was being stubborn.

“I know we should, but…” Lysithea pouted adorably, before taking a sigh. “Well, I was just thinking about how it's awful that the professor is expected to keep working!”

Lysithea didn't know that his duties had been lightened, and that the only classes he was taking were the ones with them in it. 

It was nice to hear she was thinking about his well-being in her own way though.

He should be resting and relaxing until he's feeling better!” she added. “Don't you think so too, Annette?”

“W-Well, of course!” Annette was in agreement.

…but despite receiving such an approving response, her companion hummed with frustration.

Byleth found that puzzling. 

Something was bothering her and she wasn't talking about it.

He wanted to know, and to help!

Yet… he wasn't sure if he had the energy.

Byleth ultimately decided he could solve this mystery later. He had a feeling that she was just feeling stroppy about the streak ending anyway. Once he was recharged, he could ask again and do whatever was necessary. 

But right now, he was just too tired.

It was honestly miraculous he had managed to make it through the week. He was stressed, anxious, and sad-- emotions he hid well behind his typically neutral expression, for he hadn't quite learned how to express them physically yet.

But he had a limit, and it had been reached.

“Thank you both for your concern,” he spoke to them calmly, and though his voice didn't illustrate it, he was happy they cared as much as they did. “I will be returning to my quarters now. Take care, you two.”

He stood up, gathered his belongings, and prepared to leave. The comfort of his bed awaited him, and he honestly couldn't wait to lay down.

Lysithea and Annette watched intently.

One was content despite their disappointment about the situation, wanting nothing more than their professor to recover. The other believed similarly, but could not stop thinking about what they specifically could do to help, and whether it was right for them to intrude at all.

Since time was of the essence, that individual made their decision hastily.

“W-Wait!”

Byleth paused.

He had barely stepped out of the classroom before being stopped.

…and he didn't like it.

Not because he had been stopped, but because there was an unusual distress in Lysithea's voice. That was something he could not ignore, regardless of his fatigue. 

He turned to face her, noticing she looked agitated, while her companion appeared confused.

“H-Hold on for just a minute, professor!”

Annette was subsequently poked in the face by her companion, drawing her attention as the two began conversing in whispers.

This was a phenomenon he noticed occur regularly between girls, typically when they were gossiping about something. He had learned it was best not to eavesdrop on such conversations, having learned this the hard way; some did not filter what they thought about him when speaking to their gal pals, and what they whispered about was by no means critique-- the complete opposite, in fact.

Although he tried to tune them out, it was inevitable that he heard fragments of the discussion considering nobody else was present. He had Annette to thank especially, for her voice would flare in surprise frequently.

Something about his tiredness, and how they should do something, perhaps in regards to that? He wasn't completely sure, but the conversation was undeniably about him.

Strangely, Annette seemed bizarrely flustered. Her eyes consistently fluttered over to his location, only to dash away. What was Lysithea saying to cause such a reaction? His curiosity had been flared.

Eventually, their conversation concluded and the two girls approached him. Curiously, even Lysithea looked red in the face, though she was maintaining her composure significantly better.

“P-Professor,” Lysithea began, noticing her stutter and clearing her throat. “We have a proposition to share with you.”

“A proposition…?”

“There is some extra work we would like you to give us,” she stated, and though he was ready to shut down the notion, he figured there was no harm in hearing her elaborate. “It doesn’t need to be done here, either. It can be done entirely in your room. You can rest to your heart’s content.”

Byleth was bewildered by the suggestion.

His room had a desk, so he supposed they could work there while he rested. It would certainly be unorthodox, but perhaps it was a suitable compromise. They would all get what they wanted this way.

“Alright,” Byleth was content with the idea, although he wasn’t sure what the extra work was. Regardless, so long as he could lay down, close his eyes, and relax… he would be content. Sure, he wouldn’t be by his lonesome, but perhaps being in their company would do him some good. He did like being around them, after all. “What extra work do I need to set? Do you have something specific in mind?”

“We’ll tell you when we get there,” Lysithea answered swiftly, swallowing hard, something he found unusual. The vague response didn’t help with that, either.

Everything about this seemed strange to him.

Lysithea was somewhat holding it together, but he could hear the breathlessness in her voice, and her blush was still prominent.

Annette? She stood out like a sore thumb comparatively. Byleth suspected she was remaining silent so she wouldn’t sound like a complete mess. The girl was fidgeting nonstop, biting down on her lip, and refusing to maintain eye contact even though her eyes kept glancing at him. 

“Ooooh, I know what’s happening now…”

Byleth tried his best not to react physically to the comment reverberating in his head.

Sothis would usually stay silent whenever he was teaching class, commonly using the opportunity to take a nap. However, ever since class concluded, she had been observing the two girls closely. 

“I’m glad you do, because I have no idea.”

He was glad she had such an acute observation and a knack for picking up on details he couldn’t. With her aid, he could learn what Lysithea and Annette had planned for him.

“Sorry, not saying a word,” Sothis decided she wasn’t going to be helpful today. “But trust me, you need this.”

Byleth closed his eyes and sighed.

What was with the vagueness today?!

“Professor…?” Lysithea noticed the gesture, sounding agitated again, and that was something he had to resolve quickly.

“Don’t worry,” he replied. “Shall we go, then? ”

Although he was just gesturing them to follow him, his response seemed to improve their moods substantially. Whatever was causing them anxiety wasn’t completely eradicated, but they both appeared calmer. 

Why was requesting entry to his quarters so nerve-wracking for them? Was it that big of a deal?

Byleth had so many more questions, but he supposed he could find those answers upon returning to his room.

Lysithea and Annete followed closely behind him as he departed from the classroom and headed to his room. He could hear them whispering to each other, but he tuned them out, not wanting to hear any words without context that could cause more confusion. 

This was an odd turn of events.

But perhaps the most peculiar part was that he was… honestly excited…?

He liked the thought of resting upon his bed while his star students worked hard on whatever task they had in mind. It was comforting.

Upon arriving at his quarters, he noticed the girls appeared worn out, even though they hadn’t walked a whole lot. He ignored it for now, unlocking and opening his door, and beckoning them in. Upon closing, they both sighed with relief. 

He then noticed he had made a grave mistake.

He only had one chair.

How were the girls supposed to work together like this? 

Perhaps he could borrow one from the--

“Professor…” Lysithea interrupted him. “Could you… sit down on your bed and close your eyes…?”

“Sure…”

This was prompting more questions than answers, but he saw no reason not to comply. 

“Don’t open them until we say,” Lysithea added, and he nodded.

Not long after closing his eyes, he started to hear unusual sounds-- like light objects were being dropped onto the floor.

He also heard the faintest of whispers again, but with his eyes closed and his curiosity at an all time high, he couldn’t help but listen in. 

“I’m nervous, Lys… what if he doesn’t want to…?”

“He wouldn’t invite us back here otherwise…”

“We don’t know that for sure!”

“Well, I’m confident, Annie! Besides, we want to help him, yeah?”

“Of course, but…”

“This is how we agreed we’d settle this, so unless you want me to win, you need to strip.”

…huh?

Byleth hadn’t the faintest idea what they were talking about, but that last word echoed through his mind. 

There was no way he had heard that correctly… right?

Yet… it would explain the sounds he was hearing. It did sound like they were taking off their clothes.

But there was no way they’d do that, surely…?

“O-Okay!” Lysithea sounded awfully jittery, though it was difficult to hear her over the sound of her companion’s uneasy breathing. Thankfully, Lysithea recognised her poor volume and cleared her throat, ready to speak as clearly as she could. “You can… open your eyes now, professor.”

Byleth did as she asked, and within a singular moment, his suspicions were proven correct.

Yet at the same time, nothing could have readied him for what he was now seeing.

Lysithea and Annette had stripped down to their underwear.

…and they looked beautiful.

“Girls, I…” he started, but pausing once realizing he was the stuttering mess now. 

That was new. It wasn’t like him to sound so shaky!

But who could blame him, considering how gorgeous they looked?

Annette nervously had her arms around her chest and her crotch, even though her bra and panties prevented him from seeing anything. He did not mind, for it highlighted her slim stomach and her chubby thighs wonderfully. For somebody that he saw as nothing but cute, she was shockingly sexy underneath her usual attire.

Lysithea was attempting to be more confident, having placed her hands behind her back so nothing would be hidden. Her figure was similar to her partner in crime, but his eyes were drawn to how she lacked any cleavage whatsoever, and something about that revelation did heinous things to his breathing. 

They both opted for different colors that matched their personalities too; Lysithea had chosen black, and Annette had chosen pink. 

They looked so…. so…

Byleth bit his lip.

His star students were in his room and had stripped down to their underwear.

He had been so mesmerized that he hadn’t thought about what this all meant.

Was this the extra work they were talking about?

Did they want him to… to…

“Professor…” Lysithea stepped forward, swallowed, and spoke more confidently than before. “You like what you see, don’t you…?”

He hadn’t exactly hidden it. He had been gawking at them-- his students.

“I… suppose I do, yes.”

Byleth knew he could have answered that better, but he was too entranced by what he was seeing to articulate his words more strongly. 

They were… perfect.

“We’re glad…” she said. “For this extra assignment, we are going to help you… unwind…”

A shiver went down his spine upon hearing that.

They were actually going to do this for him, weren’t they?

His prize students.

Annette stepped forward and continued, sounding nervous, but not to the level he was expecting. She had even stopped hiding her body from him, her courage presumingly having skyrocketed after he confirmed he liked their surprise. “...and we want you to grade us…”

They had prepared for this.

Something about that massively turned him on-- and he was already very turned on. In fact, he was desperate to get out of his clothes immediately. It didn’t matter that doing so would expose his body to them. They had already done that to him, so it would be repaying the favor, if anything!

He wasn't going to be getting any rest, was he? Not the traditional kind, at least.

But… he didn't care about that anymore.

The only thing that mattered now was figuring out who he would be giving that better grade to!

“Alright then, girls,” he spoke to them with confidence and vigor. “Show me how well you have prepared for this assignment.”

Seeing them both in their underwear, offering to make him feel good… it was maddening to think about, let alone see it in person.

Before this, he saw them as cute, hardworking, and endearing. He still did, to an extent! 

But now… there was an astronomical degree of lust tacked onto that. 

He wanted them.

Alas, Lysithea and Annette did not feel courageous enough to make that first move… but that wasn’t anything a little instruction couldn’t resolve.

And he had just the thing in mind too…

He always did like how short they were compared to him.

___

Lysithea and Annette were feeling dizzy.

While it was true they had planned to seduce their professor for some time, they had not anticipated to feel this lightheaded so soon.

During the early stages of their friendship, the two had discovered they had a mutual crush on their professor. Rather than bicker, fight, and lose out on the bond they had developed, the duo had devised a scheme to help decide a victor.

Of course, they knew seduction was going to take a long time to plan, but they were patient. Staying after class wasn't necessarily part of that plan, per say, but it did help them spend more time with their professor and let them stare and drool as much as they wanted to.

When he wasn't looking, of course.

The hardest part was waiting for an opportunity. Their professor felt so unapproachable when it came to anything remotely resembling intimacy, and while that was admittedly a quality they enjoyed, it made their task all the more challenging.

But when they heard about how tired their professor was, and how he just wanted to rest… they realized they could help with that.

It wasn't a traditional form of relaxation, but they knew he was stressed and that it would help. It would be a win for them all-- they would learn who the professor liked the most, and he would feel fantastic.

But right now… their grades were probably pretty poor.

Byleth had instructed them to take a seat on each leg, an unusual proposition, but something that made sense considering they were a lot smaller than him. 

He took turns caressing them, and even kissing them.

Lysithea had been the first. Although she was originally apprehensive about whether he would like her body, she was thrilled to discover he could not stop staring! His hands wouldn't stop touching her either. He had been so adventurous with her figure, not afraid to even put his hand down her bra and feel up her chest-- even though there was barely anything there.

But he liked that.

And then he kissed her. It had come unexpectedly, but he couldn't resist seizing the opportunity while she was so captivated by his touch.

It felt incredible, though she never expected to have her first kiss while her nipples were being played with.

Luckily, she didn't mind him being feisty. That meant he wasn't going easy on her! Her professor never treated her like a child, but she did ponder whether he'd be cautious with her body, considering it wasn't very endowed compared to a lot of the other female students.

She was thrilled to learn he was borderline obsessed instead, even going as far as to discard her bra so he could suck upon her nipples.

Nothing could have prepared her for how extraordinary that felt. Her body was still recovering from the spasms.

Of course, their professor had not forgotten he had another girl to play with and appreciate. 

Lysithea had received much of the attention to begin with, but Annette had been kept preoccupied with a spare hand slithering down her back and sneaking beneath her underwear, caressing her bubbly butt. While he embraced her friend with his lips, he played with her ass, squeezing it nonstop and helping her learn how sensitive she was there.

Even here, their professor was teaching them new things.

Lysithea was left drooling after making out with her professor, too drained to even think. This exhaustion shockingly did not exist within their professor, who was seemingly invigorated by their bodies. When his lips made hers, Annette was not prepared, but she soon melted within the embrace. His lips were soft, yet he was ambushing her with such intensity. 

He seemed to really like her ass too. Had her chubby thighs given away that she had a big butt? It was something she was a little self-conscious about, so to feel him play with it so passionately was a welcome boost to her confidence. The professor even slid his tongue against her lips, begging for entry, and she let him in without hesitation.

He was good. Too good. Annette had barely been able to keep her balance, but he was always there to reinforce her-- and remind her that he wasn't done with her yet.

His kisses soon trailed downwards, targeting her neck, and when she moaned for him, he knew he had found another weak spot. It felt terrific to be embraced in such a way, and the added squeezing of her butt added to her satisfaction-- and his too, of course.

Annette loved it. The intensity was unreal, and she was on cloud nine. She never wanted to descend, but she reluctantly had to when she found it gradually more difficult to breathe.

Both girls were left in dazzled states, having been treated so wonderfully by their professor.

They were far from finished, however.

Neither had forgotten the original proposition; they were supposed to be making him feel good.

“Professor…” Lysithea purred. “You should strip too… and show us what's been poking us…”

“Yes… show us your cock…” Annette added, surprisingly less shameful about her terminology, but she was far too turned on to care about nerves. What were those, again? She didn't care. She wanted to see his dick. That was all that mattered.

“Alright,” Byleth believed his two students had earned their prize. “Get to your knees.”

They did as they were told, albeit with some difficulty; neither expected their legs to be quivering so much!

Byleth stood and worked on discarding his attire, and though it took some time and his lovers were inpatient, their wishes were soon granted.

Both girls were astonished at what they were seeing, especially when their professor sat down, giving them a better view.

“You're so big…” Annette knew she was drooling, so she made an effort to do so upon his cock, wanting to further show how crazy it was making her.

Lysithea did not comment, understanding well she would not be able to speak as cohesively as her friend. The role reversal was fascinating to her, but she could entertain these revelations after she had made him feel good.

Therefore, she acted swiftly.

Byleth shivered upon feeling her lips meet his glans, and those sensations continued as she made her way down to his base, mixing in plenty of licks for good measure.

Annette, not wanting to be left behind, joined her companion. Despite their natural competitiveness, they understood this was an activity where they could share. 

Byleth watched as each girl stuck to one side, keeping his cock constantly throbbing with an endless bombardment of kisses and licks. Their eyes never left his side, wanting to see how he reacted to their collaborative effort. What they saw motivated them further, prompting both to accelerate as much as they humanly could. 

It bewildered him that they were actually doing this.

This had happened so fast! 

His prized pupils were on their knees, between his legs, and worshiping his cock.

And he loved it.

It was difficult to wrap his head around, but he also did not want to-- not when their kisses were so immaculate and their licks induced many shivers.

If he had one critique, it was that neither had taken his cock inside their mouth yet.

Annette, as if sending his mind, moved to rectify that complaint. She started dancing her smooches upwards, and upon reaching his glans she pushed her lips against his tip and allowed his length to slip into her egger entrance.

It felt phenomenal. The heat was insane, and it felt so wet. Annie was not afraid to drench his head in all the saliva she could muster, even as she sunk her head lower, keen to discover how much she could take in.

While this disrupted how well Lysithea could pleasure him, she did not let this dissuade her efforts. Instead, she maneuvered her smooches lower and lower, until she was slobbering over his sensitive balls with shocking vigor. Somebody didn't want to be forgotten so easily!

Byleth was bewildered at the sight-- to say the absolute least! He had one pupil sucking his dick, while another slobbered over his balls. Not only that, but there were the most innocent-looking of his students too. 

He supposed it was a reminder never to judge a book by its cover.

Byleth chose to sit back, relax, and enjoy the show. He couldn't keep his eyes away from either, nor could he stop trembling at how amazing they were making him feel. A warm mouth over half his length, and a warm tongue painting his nuts with saliva. 

He needed this.

He didn't know he did, but he really, really needed this.

Sothis was right.

Speaking of which, the little gremlin in his head was sitting in the corner of the room, tending to her own needs while watching the show. He had expected her to have said plenty of unhinged things by this point, but she was prioritizing her own pleasure. Were it not for these two girls stealing his attention, he would lend her a helping hand.

Byleth could feel his climax approaching rapidly. What the girls lacked in rhythm was more than made up for in enthusiasm, and it was working superbly.

“Girls… I'm close…” he warned them, and in return, they reminded him again that this was something they had prepared for.

Lysithea returned to the surface whilst Annette freed his cock from her mouth, but their soft hands soon wrapped around him as they began jerking him off in unison.

“Whose face will you cum on, professor?” Lysithea spoke words he never imagined he'd hear escape her lips. 

“Pick whoever has the best grade!” Annette reminded him about their little competition.

That was an erotic suggestion, but he wasn’t finished grading their performances yet.

He needed to fuck them first.

It was that very thought-- the inevitability that he was going to have sex with two of his beloved students-- that brought him over the edge.

Byleth chose to alternate who he aimed at, preferring to cover both of them equally. They had done different things, but made him feel equally magnificent. Both opened their mouths as his semen splashed against their faces, eager to sample some of his tasty treat, swallowing whatever landed on their tongue. 

In the end, both girls were drenched in cum.

Usually, he’d feel exhausted after such an intense orgasm, but seeing them like this was more than enough to keep him hard-- especially since he knew what he wanted to do next.

“You came on both of us…” Lysithea observed. “Does that mean…?”

“That I’m not done with you two yet,” he confirmed her suspicions, making her shudder. “Who would like to go first?”

Both girls looked at each other. They knew exactly what he meant by that.

“...I will.”

Annette had proven exceptionally naughty despite her initial hesitation. Arousal had done wondrous things to her decision-making, and he loved seeing that transformation.

Byleth couldn’t wait to be inside her.

“On the bed, and on all fours,” his instruction came hastily; he had already decided how he was going to fuck her. 

When he explored their bodies earlier, he discovered quickly that the former Blue Lion had one heck of an ass on her.

He wanted to see it as he pounded her. 

Annette did as she was told, doing her best to ignore the instability of her body. Byleth positioned himself behind her, pulling down her underwear swiftly so he could see her rump in all its glory. 

His hands sunk into her cheeks, and though he was tempted to play with her butt, he had a soaked pussy ready to be fucked.

Despite everything, he was thinking rationally enough to understand this was probably her first time. For that reason, he wanted to double-check that she was okay with that.

“Annie, now’s your chance to--”

“Professssoooorrrrr~” she purred, wiggling her butt from side to side. “Put it in… I can take it…”

Byleth breathed heavily. He was actually about to have sex with one of his students, wasn’t he? There was no going back after this, but he didn’t want to go back.

Annette’s trembling worsened when his cock pushed up against her folds, but she remained steadfast, clutching onto the bed sheets as she braced for penetration. 

Lysithea watched silently, a little upset she wasn’t going to be the first to have sex with her professor, but also recognizing she could learn a lot from watching her friend engage in intercourse first.

Satisfied she was ready, he pushed forward. Her pussy proved to be resilient, but it was too wet to defy him for long. His head slipped in, and his lover gasped.

Annie gazed back, tears forming in her eyes as she bit down on her lip. “I’m okay… just… do it…!”

Byleth nodded and focused on doing just that, fighting back against the intense compactness as he slowly but surely filled her up. He listened closely for any signs of further discomfort, but understood this was a necessary pain and that the worst was already over. 

Once he felt his cock nudging against the entrance to her womb, he diverted his focus to how heavenly this felt. The sensation was similar to her mouth, except the tightness and heat were multiplied.

He loved it.

Annette loved it too. She felt so full. Only in her dreams had she imagined having sex with her professor, but the pleasure she was feeling completely eclipsed how it felt in those fantasies. She admittedly felt a little sore, but it was tolerable, especially when the bliss coursing through her body was far more prominent. 

“Go on, professor…” she noticed he had paused and wasn’t having any of it! “Fuck meeeee!!!”

Byleth was starting to wonder whether this was a dream. They were both saying such outrageous things! It was surreal to listen to.

But he did not dare pinch himself, for if this was a figment of his imagination, he did not want to awaken until he had fucked them both.

Grasping her bubble butt firmly, he began to move. His initial thrusts were slow and steady, for there was much for him to adapt to as well.

But he did adjust.

And soon enough, he was fucking her. 

Annette moaned endlessly as her professor built up a wonderful rhythm, satisfying them both. She got to be filled up over and over, and he got to enjoy her snug hole and the exceptional view. 

“Professsorrrrrr~” Annie didn’t care that she was being loud. She wanted to learn how deranged she could become. “It feels sooooo gooooood!!!

Byleth was too busy panting to respond; he was getting a little too carried away with his thrusts, but he didn’t fault himself for that. 

The way her ass jiggled with each motion was hypnotizing to him, and reaching into her deepest parts was breathtaking. How could he not lose his mind a little?

The best part, however, was that he was fucking one of his students.

It was wrong. He was their teacher! Their professor!

Yet that was precisely why he loved it so much.

He would not be able to look at them both the same way ever again, and he also had a suspicion the usual after-school tutoring was going to be a lot different from now on too. This singular night was going to change everything, but he believed it would ultimately for the better.

Byleth continued to pound Annette, his thrusts merciless in their speed, but he knew she was loving it. Why else was she tightening up so dramatically? Her body was communicating its approval.

…just in case the constant moans and the “Profeesssorrrrr!!!”s were not enough.

“Annie, I’m…”

This was ending sooner than he would have liked, but she was really that good! 

What mattered now was where he was going to cum. Did he want her to cum on her face again, or maybe cover her ass, or--

“Cum inside her, professor~”

Lysithea had taken a page from Sothis’s book (not that she could see her, of course) and was playing with herself, enjoying her front-seat tickets to the depravity.

Her suggestion was dangerous.

Cumming inside these girls had potential consequences to consider.

Besides, Lysithea didn’t get to decide where--

“Yesss!!! Inshiddeeee meee professsooorrrr!!”

Annette did have a say, however.

…and she wanted him to fill her up.

Byleth could feel his consciousness wavering-- her words no doubt the cause. He fought valiantly against the sensation, doing his best to maintain his cadence. 

He knew there were serious consequences-- he really did.

But he also didn’t care. Not anymore.

He wanted nothing more than to grant her wish-- to food her womb with his seed.

So that’s what he did. With one final thrust, he was there, releasing everything directly inside her deepest depths.His orgasm was ultimately the trigger for hers, the sublime heat entering her and what it meant driving her over the edge. Byleth and Annette came together, and collapsed together-- but not before he had filled her to the brim. 

Annette was down for the count, and while her lover wanted to embrace the comfort of his bed and drift into slumber himself, he still had one girl left to fuck.

…and just thinking about her, impaled on his cock, was enough to snap him back to reality and reinvigorate him.

“Lysithea,” he spoke calmly to her, standing up and gazing down upon her.

“Y-Yes, professor…?”

Lysithea was not paying much attention, too preoccupied with masturbating, but she no longer needed those fingers inside her snatch. 

But she was soon broken free from her trance when he unexpectedly lifted her into the air, the panties resting by her knees dropping down to the floor. She hastily wrapped her arms and legs around him, clinging to him securely. 

“It’s your turn, Lys,” he whispered into her ear. “Are you ready?”

“Y-Yeah…” she was mesmerized. “And… don’t go easy on me, you hear?”

“I wouldn’t dream of it.”

Lysithea was lighter than she looked, and with his body supporting her, he was able to keep her raised with just a singular hand. 

Byleth used his free hand to grab his member and position it against her pussy, the intersection alone causing her to tremble. Both girls were proving to be very weak to his touch. It was a discovery that delighted him. 

“Do it…” she begged.

Satisfied he was positioned adequately, he began lowering her entire body onto his cock. As he did so, she held onto him more strongly, her nails digging in as he broke through her defenses and entered her pussy for the first time.

The first of many times.

Although the penetration caused a whimper, she reacted surprisingly well to his cock being inside her. She had taken him all too, making her reaction remarkable.

Still, he figured it wouldn’t hurt to check in. “You okay, Lys?”

“Y-Yeah…” she sounded as spellbound as ever. “It’s… ahh… intense, but I’ve used toys before, so it’s not too bad…”

“Oh?”

“Mmm,” she nodded. “It’s what grown-ups-- like myself-- use, after all…”

Byleth loved how shamelessly she revealed that. He wondered who had put that idea into her head. Hilda, perhaps?

“I always imagined them being your dick, professor… but the real thing is so much better…”

Goodness. This little monster genuinely didn’t care about the words that escaped her lips, did she? 

Lysithea looked hypnotized. Not only was she drooling, but she was even giggling as the most degenerate of pleasure radiated through her veins.

How would she sound once he began moving? Byleth was eager to find out. 

Wrapping his arms around her, he began to test the waters, seeing how she would react. 

Unsurprisingly, very positively. The slightest movement caused her to hum, and that sound quickly transitioned into hot moans against his ear when he began accelerating. 

Compared to her counterpart, Lysithea was substantially tighter. While that was amazing, her strong defense did limit how quickly he could fuck her. Fortunately, she was adoring his pace, for she was proving to quite the noisy lover.

All music to his ears though.

“Professsoorrrr~” she wouldn’t stop purring, encouraging him to maintain his cadence despite exhaustion creeping up his spine. Although she was light, maintaining her weight while pounding her pussy was taking its toll on him. 

He found the challenge exhilarating, however. Lysithea always worked her hardest, so it was only fair he did the same while rewarding her prestige. Besides, the softness of her slender body felt brilliant against his; he was going to keep her up like this for as long as he humanly could.

Lysithea found rest for her head upon his shoulder, her noises sounding increasingly delirious with each nudge against her cervix.

But she did have one criticism, and though there was a chance mentioning it could backfire, it would certainly make the experience more memorable.

“F-Fassstteeerrrr~”

Byleth wasn’t confident he could grant that wish-- not unless he put in one-hundred and ten percent effort. In other words, he was going to grant that wish.

“Hold on tight,” he advised her; he was not certain he could hold her quite as steadily once he began accelerating.

Lysithea did as she was told, holding onto him like her life depended on it. She promptly received what she asked for as her professor broke his rhythm and began gradually replacing it with one far stronger. 

In hindsight, she probably should have adjusted to how sex felt first before demanding to be treated more roughly… but she always did like being assigned the most difficult tasks.

She had not forgotten about how they would decide their victor. Lysithea wanted to show him she meant business, and this was how she could achieve that! She was going to get top marks no matter what!

Sure, her determination meant she was on the verge of losing consciousness, but it was just another hurdle to overcome.

Lysithea realized she was drooling again, but she could do little about it-- not when her body wasn’t listening. The pulses of unfathomable pleasure radiating throughout her body had grown in quality and quantity, all thanks to how large and fast her professor’s cock was. Her pussy felt so stretched!

Byleth found it miraculous he was able to pound her so ruthlessly! The strength at which she squeezed her cock was no joke, far eclipsing how tightly she held onto her body.

But he persevered and broke through his limits, for she wanted him to. 

For his students, he’d do anything.

That included pounding them into a moaning mess.

“Prooffffessssoorrrr…!!” Lysithea was borderline screaming. “I’m… I’m…!”

She couldn’t handle it anymore.

The speed. The strength. That it was him.

It was all too much. Not even her toys could have prepared her for this intensity.

Byleth felt her climax approaching when her walls began contracting around his member. It was a crushing sensation and made her insides almost too tight, but the pleasure was undeniable. 

“Lysithea, I… ahh… am also…”

Undeniably phenomenal.

“Pleaseeee… inshhhiiideeeeee meeeeee!!!”

Considering he had filled one up, it made sense to do the same to the other. This outcome was not unexpected, but it was still thrilling.

Lysithea-- his adorable student-- was about to be flooded with his cum.

She finally came, and he was not long after, leading to a simultaneous orgasm that left both of them shivering with delight. Byleth had no choice but to cum inside if he didn’t want to, so it was fortunate that he very much did! Feeling the euphoria of his orgasm, alongside the knowledge that he was giving her a creampie, was an experience he was never going to forget.

Byleth barely managed to tumble back onto the bed, narrowly missing the dazzled girl half-conscious on top. Lysithea fell down with him, and at no point did his dick leave her pussy. She was still desperately holding onto him-- both externally and internally.

It was done.

He just had sex with his students.

“Professor…” Annette soon revealed that she was awake… barely. “You need… to grade us…”

“Y-Yeah…” Lysithea was surprisingly conscious too. “Tell us who won…”

Byleth thought about it for some time.

…and after assessing the situation thoroughly, he came to a satisfactory conclusion.

“I can’t grade you two,” he said. “Not yet.”

“Not yet…?”

“You have not finished your assignments.”

Byleth knew this was potentially a decision he would regret.

As much as he wanted to embrace the warmth of his bed and slumber, he also wanted to keep fucking them.

He wanted more. Much more.

One encounter each wasn’t enough, and there were still many things he wanted to see these two do-- both independently and together.

“Does that mean…?”

“You two are staying the night,” he told them. “I will grade you both in the morning.”

The two girls shivered sensationally at what his words meant.

He wanted them to stay-- so he could keep fucking them all night long.

…and they were thrilled.

It did not matter that they were tired. Their ability to push through it was doubtlessly part of the grading system! 

And both were determined to win.

Byleth could see that on their blush-stained expressions, but it did make him feel a little guilty.

He did not want to give the victory to either; they had both performed fantastically and neither deserved to know they had ‘lost’, especially after working together so wonderfully. 

That was why he was going to grade this like a group project.

In other words, they were both going to get top marks. 

They deserved nothing less. 

Most importantly… he wanted these girls to stay with him.

They made him smile. They made him forget his sadness. They brought joy instead.

The sex was incredible, of course, but just knowing they were here and spending their precious time with him… it meant everything.

That was another reason he could not choose a victor.

He loved them both equally.

…he did love them, didn’t he?

Was that why he felt so woozy around them? 

“About time you figured it out, idiot.”

Sothis was sitting nearby, looking just as exhausted as everybody else in the room. 

Despite that, she was smiling proudly.

“I suppose you could have figured it out sooner had you had a beating heart,” Sothis giggled. “Anyway, ignore me. I’m just enjoying the show~”

Byleth smiled. He loved her too. It was a shame she could not participate, considering they could not see her.

Well, they could feel her.

…but since one of these girls was terrified by ghosts, that probably wasn’t the best idea.

“Professsooorrr~” 

The girl in question was purring again, sounding impatient. 

“Hm?”

“Let’s keep having sex~”

He found that idea thrilling. However, Annette did not.

“Hey, it’s my turn!”

Lysithea crossed her arms and scoffed stubbornly. “His cock is inside me right now, so I get to continue.”

“That’s not fair, Lys!” Annette was not giving up without a fight. “It should be inside me! He fucked me, then he fucked you, so now he gets to fuck me again!”

“Nuh-uh!”

“Yuh-uh!”

Byleth closed his eyes and sighed, but he couldn’t help but smile too. 

This was going to be a fantastic night.