A Day of Worship (Sothis/Byleth from Fire Emblem Heroes) (Patreon)

“Bleh! Far too… salty? Uh… that IS the term, correct?”

Sothis did not want to swallow. The thought alone induced such a discomforting feeling, but she nevertheless went through with it in the end, gulping down the substance despite the unpleasant taste.

Of the many skills she had developed in recent memory, this was not a fun one to get used to, but it was a necessity. After all, Byleth had made this purchase, and she'd feel awful if she didn't at least get it down her throat.

To taste again was a strange, indescribable feeling. Even the concept of putting things into her mouth was still bizarre! She had grown too accustomed to using it as an exit point for her thoughts, so the very concept of using it also as an entry for things was still very perplexing!

But she had to get used to it. This was a new world, and a new her. Back in Fódlan, all that mattered—all that could matter—were her eyes and ears. Had she been summoned as she was, things certainly would have been simpler, but fate had something different in store for her and she had no choice but to adapt.

Sothis has arrived with a physical body. A real body. She could be seen and heard, and she could now touch, smell, and taste.

It had been a shock, to say the least. 

But she didn't hate it.

Touch alone—the ability to feel—had sold her on this new life.

It was weird to think she remembered her first steps. She doubted anyone else could!

Walking was still difficult even to this day, though that was partially on her; she has grown quite fond of clutching onto a certain somebody's back and being escorted to her next destination. It was far more entertaining—not to mention pleasantly effortless.

There were also cuddles. That was the part that had honestly sold her on the concept of ‘feel’.

…and everything else that escalated from there, of course. She had experienced the extreme side of this particular sense quite quickly, but it has been phenomenal.

She couldn't go back, not after that.

Taste and smell, however… she still needed some time to get used to those senses. It was a significantly more gradual process with much to comprehend and understand… but she was getting there!

It was partially why she was eating an awful amount of chocolate today.

The local holiday took most of the blame; the Day of Devotion was an excuse to express one's gratitude to another, and the common methodology was sharing chocolate.

Byleth, recognizing he understandably did not know her favorite flavor, had decided to buy basically every brand, flavor, and variant he could find. Lysithea had given him all the details and he had subsequently gone on a ludicrous spending spree.

It was absurdly excessive, but his heart was in the right place.

The chocolate-sampling was also a welcome break from the festivities. She had spent most of her time with her daughter… which was still weird to think about. The recollections she had of her past life was like a blur, simultaneously present yet not. It puzzled her to no end to recall she had children.

She did not hate the time she had spent with the Immaculate One by any means, but something about sitting on Byleth’s lap as he fed her little pieces of chocolate one by one… well, it was simply superior! This was her idea of a Day of Devotion!

Even so… it wasn't perfect. There was one issue preventing this from being as enjoyable as it could have been.

“Try this one,” Byleth had already prepared another sample, and after slipping it between her lips, she opened her mouth and allowed it to slip inside. Her immediate thought was that it was different, but it was always different.

“Not bad,” Sothis concluded, and she wasn't lying; it didn't pain her to swallow this one. This one was… sweet? Well, yes, but she couldn't describe it that way; chocolate was supposed to be sweet! Any secondary taste was meant to be complimentary and not the main appeal. A little sour, perhaps…? Bleh. She didn’t know. “I've certainly had worse.”

It wasn't descriptive, but she was still wrapping her head around associating different tastes with different terminologies.

“You're tough to please,” Byleth commented, though he didn't sound disappointed at all. If anything, he saw it as simply par for the course, and the light smile that she saw upon gazing up indicated he was content.

That was all well and good… but she did wish she could react more strongly. Sothis had seen the expressions of others whenever they devoured these kinds of treats. That look of ecstasy wasn't something she could relate to… at least not from a food perspective.

She had yet to identify a treat that could be classified as a ‘favorite’.

Most importantly, although she knew he'd never complain, she wished there was a way to make this day more memorable for him—her favorite person. 

Byleth sharing chocolate with her like this was killing two birds with one stone—he was following the festival traditions while also giving her a chance to sample more food.

It was a good plan and very thought out, and she couldn't deny it had made her very happy.

But the Day of Devotion wasn't just one individual expressing gratitude to another! Ideally, it was meant to be mutual… but she hadn't given him anything in return! Byleth deserved something from her.

It wasn't like she hadn't tried! Sothis wasn't unfamiliar with gift-sharing, and she had a lot of ideas to work with! Being with somebody for so long did give one a pretty good idea of what they liked.

Alas, she had been far too picky, and ultimately, horrendously indecisive. This was her first Day of Devotion—let alone her first time purchasing a present, and to him no less! Selecting a gift that wasn't perfect would be unforgivable!

Even after narrowing her selection, she struggled to figure out the where and how. It was a reality check that even now, she wasn't very independent, even if her reasons for lacking such a quality were understandable.

All could have been resolved had she just asked him for help… but that would defeat the purpose of the exchange! It was supposed to be an individual choice encapsulating one's feelings in material form.

Ultimately, nothing was ever quite good enough, and fittingly enough, ‘nothing’ was what she had to present. Deep down, she knew he would have obviously accepted anything, no matter the size, price, or anything. 

So long as it was from her. 

Perhaps that was a reason she couldn't quite decide on a favorite chocolate. It didn't feel earned, and that was holding back her joy a little.

“You’re frustrated,” Byleth quietly spoke, his apprehensive expression—which didn’t look too different from his ordinary face, but she could tell the subtle differences—suggesting he wasn’t sure whether to share his observation.

Sothis grumbled, trying to put on a happier face, though she felt silly for doing so; after all, he too could pick apart the subtle differences. 

Well, hers weren’t exactly subtle, but that was besides the point! 

“Am I that easy to read?”

It was honestly miraculous he could tell, considering he couldn't even see her expression. Then again, tone could speak more than what was said.  

“Considering you and I used to share a special connection, it would be strange if I couldn't.”

Yeah, that too.

“We still have a special connection, I’ll have you know!” Sothis responded with a defiant hmph, though it was soon contrasted by a very visual smile. 

To some extent, she did miss how inseparable they used to be, though she couldn't deny she cherished this warmth.

Hm…

Inseparable, warmth, and expressing one's gratitude…

There was a way to experience all that… and truthfully, there was something she could classify as a favorite food if she really wanted to, though labeling what she had in mind as ‘food’ was stretching the definition a tad.

Ah, whatever.

She was thinking about the nitty gritty details far too much.

“...hey,” Sothis gazed back—and up. Her eyes were narrowed slightly, and it was an adjustment to her expression that didn’t go unnoticed. “I want to give you something in return… for everything you’ve done.”

Byleth swallowed and relaxed. “You don't have to—”

“No, none of that!” Sothis interrupted him, raising her voice and only continuing once she was confident those kissable lips of his were not opening back up to retaliate! “You've done so much for me ever since I got here, and I want to express my gratitude for that on a day entirely built around that concept. Let me give something, okay.”

What she had in mind was spontaneous and undeniably lacked the elegance of something befitting what was a family-friendly event… but screw that!

It wasn’t like their relationship had been family-friendly at all since she got here.

…Well, eventually, it sort of would be… potentially…

“Alright then,” he conceded—and at just the right time, for her thoughts were going places she wasn’t mentally ready to process. “What do you have?”

Sothis eradicated any distractions within her mind and sat up, smiling triumphantly. “Why, myself, of course!”

The reaction was just as amusing as she hoped it would be. Sothis was no stranger to her man's poker face, but something about his current expression was the most poker face of all his poker faces. It was like her response had completely shut down his mind! She was very entertained.

It also gave her time—and an excuse—to elaborate.

“The chocolate has been enjoyable, but there is something else I would much prefer having in my mouth,” she spoke proudly, smirking gleefully as she watched his thoughts collapse in on themselves. He looked so very puzzled! But not oblivious. “Then, if you like, you may place it within one of my other holes. Take your pick, or use both, I don't mind. Alternatively, I am not against enjoying your taste indefinitely—well, until I pass out, though I would preferably like to taste the end result; that's a salty flavor I can get behind.”

Byleth did not respond, but by no means was that a bad thing! She had rehearsed different means of constructing what the modern society considered “sexy talk”, and no doubt her success was the culprit behind his supreme shock.

Be that as it may, some communication would—

Oh.

Hm!

Sothis was soon reminded that responses weren't always vocal. 

“My, my,” she snickered. “I had almost forgotten one benefit of sitting on a man's lap; they cannot hide their arousal at all. Were my words really that enticing?”

Byleth didn't answer again.

Not at first, at least. He inevitably swallowed and breathed hard, a little sweat dripping down her face.

“...They should not have been,” Byleth confessed. “But… because it was from you, it somehow was.”

Sothis wasn't entirely sure what he meant by that, but there was no reason to dissect an answer like that when she could instead shift her energy towards sampling the most delightful treat.

Heh.

Maybe she did have a favorite food after all. It was nice to think it was synonymous with her favorite person as well. 

It was fortunate this chocolate-tasting session had taken place within his room; there was no reason to scurry off anywhere and dampen the mood. That meant she could get straight to the main course, and that's precisely what she did. 

For somebody who still struggled to dress herself—especially in outfits that weren't her ordinary attire, like the current Day of Devotion-themed clothes she had on—she was very good at undressing, especially undressing another! 

In particular, she was a master at undoing buttons and pulling down zips; after all, this was far from the first time she had needed to fish out this particular treat. 

What she wasn't so great at was leaving his lap, but the promise of what awaited her compelled her to push forward. It took some effort, especially considering she wasn't the best at using her own two feet still, but she managed. 

Byleth did not resist as she sank to her knees and got to work, and once she freed his cock and exposed it to the cooler air, she found much satisfaction in his subsequent exhale. 

Sothis wiped the drool leaking from her lips. She had a habit of subconsciously salivating during these moments, but frankly, who could blame her? He was big.

And she was small.

It was a match made in heaven.

“I still cannot believe this has been inside me…” Sothis chuckled, deciding to reach out a hand to feel his exposed manhood directly. He was as hard as ever, and she was delighted to feel him throb within her grasp. It was always exhilarating to be reminded that her physical touch could do all that!

Byleth had nothing to say, but that was because he was awestruck by the contrast of an adorable girl clutching him so enthusiastically. It was something that would never grow old. 

Her motions were minimal—borderline teasing—but he knew she couldn't keep such a pace up much longer. 

She was still hungry, after all.

Wiping away the drool with her spare arm, Sothis readied herself mentally. She didn't want this to be a run-of-the-mill blowjob. It had to be special!

But how could she accomplish that and make it one to remember…?

Hmmm…

“Byleth, dear,” she loved calling him that. “Since today is the Day of Devotion…I believe it’s only right that I show my devotion through some… worship… don’t you think?”

Byleth quivered; that wasn’t half-bad. He wasn’t the only one trembling; a certain goddess admittedly was a little weak to the role reversal. Usually, it was her on the throne… but today was going to be different.

If there was anything Sothis had learned about food, it was to savor it. That is why she didn’t opt to take it into her mouth—not yet, at least. Instead, she struck out her tongue, dashing it against a surface more familiar than any food. Her eyes danced up momentarily, thrilled to discover he was slightly biting his lip. Byleth was good at keeping quiet during these moments, but that adorable face she loved to poke always told so many lovely stories. 

Sothis made it her objective to smother his cock with all the saliva she could muster. To achieve this, she kept her pace slow but steady, knowing it would simultaneously conserve her stamina whilst playfully teasing him. That didn’t mean her technique was consistent, however; once she found her way to the tip, she did not hesitate to stay there for a while, swirling her tongue so she could sample his pre-cum. This was a flavor she could get behind! It had been strange when she first did this and felt it against her tongue, but she liked to think she had developed a taste for it ever since. 

“This was one of the first things I ever tasted,” Sothis pulled away for a moment, wanting to share a tantalizing thought. “I think that was a mistake. Very little of what came after compares, you know…”

Byleth looked ready to say something in response, but frankly, she wasn’t interested. She had a delicious dick to enjoy first and foremost, and backing away for even a few moments was far too long. 

This time, she dug in with more ferocity, ramping up the greed of her tongue while mixing in all the sloppy kisses she could. 

Byleth watched her silently, but with the utmost concentration. To some extent, he felt guilty; that expression of pure delight he was witnessing deserved to originate from the discovery of her favorite food—not his cock. 

But he couldn’t deny doing this made her happy. Physical contact of any kind was something they had once conceded as an impossibility in their relationship, so to have it suddenly granted to them? It made sense to take full-advantage of that, even if that meant being excessive.

There was also the part where it felt very, very good. That alone helped push any lingering doubts to the back of his mind. It also looked just as amazing. To him, Sothis was the most beautiful woman in the world, and that beauty wasn’t lost even when she was doing something lewd.

Every lick made him tremble, and every kiss sent a tiny shiver running down his spine. Sothis already understood how sensitive he was to her touch and was not afraid to exploit that weakness, and within a matter of minutes, his cock was shimmering with her saliva. It was only then that she concluded the appetizer and moved her focus to the main meal, but before gifting him with one smug—but well-earned— grin.

Sothis cleared her throat, wiped away some lingering spit, and readied herself. As much as she wanted to devour him whole immediately, his length was big, and her mouth… well, wasn't. It was by no means a complaint—the feeling of fullness was one she adored—but it meant she had to make certain she was ready.

Otherwise, the sight of something so delicious may prompt her to act spontaneously and recklessly, taking in something before her throat was ready to take it.

That had happened a few times in the past.

Well, more than a few.

But today was going to be the exception!

…That was the plan, at least. Unfortunately, she had yet to reign in her primal urges, but who could blame her for that? They were newfound, exciting, and just begging her to stuff her mouth full with his cock… so that was precisely what she did. 

Usually, she would reap the consequences of her actions and gag… but this time, she fought valiantly against that sensation, desiring to conquer this urge as soon as possible. It took much endurance, but slowly but surely, she grew accustomed once more to the feeling of his manhood buried inside her mouth. Of course, it wasn’t all in there—she wasn’t quite at that stage yet—though one day, she would be! 

For now though, half was plenty.

Sothis knew she probably wasn’t looking too great from his perspective; her eyes were watering a little and she could barely keep them open. Fortunately, the gentle humming escaping her mouth reassured him all was well. 

Satisfied her throat wasn’t going to panic again, she began to gradually move, pulling away steadily… only to shortly gobble her way back up to her original position. When he throbbed approvingly within her mouth, she exhaled—as much as one could in her position. Her mouth felt so full. Too full, but by this point, that’s precisely how she liked it. She repeated the motion several more times, each one easier than the last. 

Ultimately, she was soon bobbing her head back and forth at a respectable pace, refusing to keep her eyes away from him. Every fractional change? She needed to see it. Sothis part her accumulated skills to work, sucking in her cheeks and never keeping her rhythm consistent, all in a successful effort to keep him on the edge of his seat. 

The taste, frankly, was minimal. Besides the occasional spike in saltiness from his pre-cum, she wasn’t sure how to describe it.

Even so… it was delicious, and she could keep at this for days.

Unfortunately, she had gotten too good at her job. Although Byleth’s physical reactions hadn’t changed much, the little details she had picked up on indicated one thing: he was close.

There was a temptation to dial back her efforts and suck him off less intensely. After all, she had started this with the mindset that she wanted to savor her food.

But she had also promised him worship, and that was more important. Therefore, she magnified her pacing dramatically, caring not for how messy it would make her look and sound. She knew he liked her noises anyway; they were, after all, from her. Using her hand to stimulate the lower half she could not reach, she sucked and sucked, immersing herself entirely in the act and refusing to let fatigue stop her. Fresh saliva was endlessly coating his length, her tongue continuously danced around it, and the tip would constantly nudge the back of her throat.

It was a lot, but she preserved for the person that meant the world to her. In the end, her determination paid off as his seed spilled into her mouth with little warning. In response, she sucked hard, making sure not even a slither could escape her mouth. Sothis contracted her throat as fast as she could, gulping down for a good while. She knew this would sacrifice getting to taste it directly, but she understood that when her man came, he came hard. There would be plenty to enjoy.

As his orgasm began to fade, she too slowed down her efforts, backing away momentarily so the remainder of his semen would spill out on her tongue. It was as salty as ever—saltier than that chocolate she hadn’t enjoyed earlier.

Yet, she loved it. 

It amused her how taste buds worked. Perhaps knowing what it was—and that it was from him—rewired her brain to adore this particular treat. She didn’t know for sure, but it mattered little when it felt too satisfying to rummage it around her mouth, like she wanted to make sure every inch of her mouth received a reward. For good measure, she stuck out her tongue with plenty of his seed still on it. It made her feel a little defiled to do something like that… which probably wasn’t befitting of a goddess… but then again, she wasn’t the one being worshipped today.

Besides, she liked how naughty it made her feel…

Being a naughty goddess was fun too.

Swallowing the damage was simultaneously thrilling yet frustrating. Byleth had given her plenty, yet it just wasn’t enough! She wanted more.

Sothis knew what to do if she wanted dessert, at least. Although Byleth wasn’t immune to the exhaustion that arose from a climax, she was pretty good at reviving him from that state. The divine warmth of her mouth could do magical things to a sensitive cock.

Be that as it may, she hadn’t forgotten her earlier suggestions, and she certainly wasn’t opposed to a change of pace. 

Sothis finally pulled away, albeit with some reluctance. “Delicious, as always, my dear… but I’m not done worshipping you.”

It dawned on the goddess quickly that the next step would require some considerable physical effort. Using her mouth was one thing—she was pretty much an expert at that by this point. But if she wanted to feel him within her another way… she had to stand up, and walk, and sit down on him again!

Byleth had been the one to pick her up and place her on his lap before… but she couldn’t ask him to do it now!

Thus, Sothis, after taking a much-needed deep breath, rose to her feet. That part wasn’t the worst, but straddling him was going to be tough.

…especially considering the height difference. Could she even lift her leg high enough…? Had she bitten off more than she could chew…? Sucking dick was much more simple…

Well, there was no use complaining when she hadn’t even tried.

Sothis wasn’t used to lifting her leg so high, and every fiber of her body was begging her to stop to disperse this unusual feeling… but if there was anything that could motivate her, it was the promise that she would soon make him feel phenomenal. It took some time—much longer than she would have liked—but she soon returned to the safety of his lap. With it, she sighed with relief, but her objective wasn’t complete yet.

Thankfully, the next part was a reward in itself. 

Although her attire had changed, her preferences for not wearing undergarments had not. It was simply more comfortable not to.

The easier access was another advantage too, of course.

Byleth was already raring to go, the anticipation enough to rejuvenate him. He trembled upon feeling her hand clutch his shaft, aiming it skyward so she could properly mount him. Once Sothis was satisfied with her positioning, she lowered her body, the size difference mattering little while she was so wet. The insertion was still a little tough even to this day, but she had long since passed it being painful. After a little extra patience, his length slipped inside and she relished one of her favorite feelings—his dick filling up her pussy.

Sothis shuddered, the sensation of his manhood pushing up against her womb not one she believed she’d ever get used to. 

Not that she wanted that though. She liked how it could make her tremble this way.

Although she was mentally ready to bounce on his cock to her heart’s content, Sothis remained stationary for a few moments. It mattered not how many times they had sex—her body still needed to play catch-up and adjust to the feeling of fullness in her tummy. 

Looking up at her favorite person, she smirked triumphantly, satisfied at what she had done, and she had plenty to say. 

“...isn’t it fascinating how your cock has taught me so much about my physical body?”

Byleth’s eyebrow twitched. “...I’m not sure how to respond to that.”

“Heh,” she giggled. “That’s fine. I’m just about ready anyway.”

“Be careful.”

Sothis snorted. She knew she had to be careful! He wasn’t wrong for warning her though; this was only the second time she was attempting to ride him. The first had been a few weeks back, and there was a reason the gap was so lengthy.

It. Was. Exhausting!

But today was going to be different! She was ready!

Fortunately, Byleth was sat up, giving her a pair of shoulders to use as support. She clutched them fiercely, and once ready, she raised her body. It was a challenge, but it felt immensely relieving to then lower herself back onto it. 

“Mhmm…” she purred. “How… does it feel?”

“Amazing.”

“I need more than that!” Sothis grumbled. “How is it amazing?”

Byleth stared at her, his expression unmoving. “...It just is, and because it’s you who’s doing it.”

Sothis sighed. She should have known that would be his answer! Even so… she felt flattered, and a little tingly inside too. Her man was absurdly straightforward, but she did like that quality. Moving her attention back to their lovemaking, she steadily rose and lowered her body, getting used to the motions while her grasp on his shoulders tightened.

It felt good.

…but good wasn’t good enough! For one, her rhythm was lackluster, lacking consistency and speed. Her man deserved the best. This? This wasn’t cutting it!

Therefore, her next drop, instead of gradual, was very immediate. Being filled up so suddenly caused a shaky exhale to leak from her lips, but she wasn’t in any pain—quite the opposite actually. That had felt amazing… but she had learned from their time in the bedroom that there was such a thing as too amazing. Euphoria was a divine sensation, but too much could drive somebody to the brink of insanity.

In other words, that was her target. If she was losing her mind to pleasure, then so would he!

Sothis raised her body and dropped again, this time minimizing the gap between her bouncing. Within a matter of moments, she was already developing a much stronger rhythm. It was intense and she could feel her body wavering… but she was handling it.

Though not for long.

The exhaustion she remembered feeling was beginning to bare its fangs once again. She was no stranger to feeling tired, but physical exhaustion? That was a completely different beast that she loathed. Were it not for that, she could bounce on his cock forever, constantly feeling it stretch her deepest parts…

Sothis was tempted to whine a little, but that would resolve nothing. Instead, she fought valiantly against the ever-growing fatigue plaguing her body. She opted to count every bounce, setting an internal target that was upgraded to a higher number once she reached it. If she was going to inevitably collapse, then she at least wanted to set a good record!

Byleth watched her with awe, a little worried about her blatant stubbornness, but nevertheless impressed by her determination. The constant compactness and warmth wrapping around his cock was heavenly, and were it not for the fact he had just recently climaxed, he likely would have already blown his load deep inside her. The thought of doing that undeniably helped that brewing sensation escalate, but in the end, it wasn’t quite enough.

After bouncing on his cock for a good minute or so, panting heavily—and moaning just as loudly—Sothis was unable to maintain her cadence and fell forward. Byleth caught her, already ready to do so at a moment’s notice.

“...S-Sorry,” she mumbled into his chest, her frustration present but masked by her heavy breathing. “I tried.”

Byleth held her close, calmly stroking her hair. “It’s okay. Let me help.”

Sothis pulled away, mumbling with her mouth momentarily before looking at him with defiant eyes. “But—”

“I won’t take charge,” he interrupted. “I’ll just give you a helping hand.”

Sothis looked ready to interject and shut down such a suggestion, but her body was practically screaming at her to agree by this point. She couldn’t do this alone. It was impressive she had done what she had all by her lonesome. For now, that was good enough. The last thing she wanted to do was worry him too…

“Alright…”

Byleth nodded, moving his hands down until they were wrapped around her waist. Sothis interpreted the movement as him wanting to cuddle, and though she wasn’t against the notion, she would rather save the care until after—

Once again, Sothis found her thoughts completely and utterly dismantled as her man instead stood, taking her up with him! She acted instinctively, clutching his shoulders even more firmly while her legs wrapped around his back.

“H-Hey! G-Give me a warning if you’re going to do that!” Sothis scolded him, trying her best to sound annoyed—but it was hard to do so when his cock was still securely inside her, his act pushing it a little deeper inside for good measure. 

“Sorry,” he apologized, but this time, she wasn’t sure he meant it. Even Byleth could tease from time to time.

She would let it slide this time though…

…It felt nice to be held like this.

Byleth arguably did have most of the control now… but truthfully, Sothis didn’t mind that. She could still move her hips and contribute, and after everything she had done so far… that was okay. Her body needed rest as much as it needed sex… and this position could accomplish both at the same time. 

One day though… she would train her body specifically to make him feel amazing! That she vowed!

“Mhmm…” Sothis whispered. “I’m ready.”

Byleth nodded lightly, slowly beginning to move. 

His motions were minimal at first—as they always were. He was very considerate with her, recognizing her body was fragile and that she wasn’t used to it. That didn’t mean he was afraid to be a little rough when the time came, but he did prefer building up to it. Sothis was grateful for that; it gave her an opportunity to experiment with some movements of her own, and it didn’t take much time to match his rhythm. Neither cadence stayed in sync particularly well, but she was able to somewhat keep up.

…and most importantly, it felt wonderful. This position offered both pleasure and comfort, and Sothis was eager to equally experience both. 

“...mhmm, faster…” she had no quarrel with his pace, but a little encouragement never heard anybody. 

Byleth complied, his acceleration enough to satisfy her wish while still keeping things careful, though even he couldn’t deny the temptation to abandon all caution, especially when every thrust reached so deep and sent a euphoric rush throughout his body. Sothis’s expression wasn’t helping; she had so much need in her eyes, and she was already a moaning mess. Her body, still not used to how it felt to, well, “feel”, was outrageously sensitive. 

…and as if it wanted to prove that point, Sothis tightened up dramatically without warning, her next moan louder and longer-lasting than the rest. Her orgasm had struck suddenly, and like the many she had experienced thanks to him, it was sending her into a frenzy. 

Sothis felt like she was falling. Thus, her hands found the way to the back of his neck instead, pulling him like her life depended on it. Although she had the ability to float at will, it was hard to concentrate and do that during these moments.

…besides, the sensation that was “falling”... that was new and novel, and the rush she felt from beautifully complimented the intensity of her orgasm. 

Was she becoming addicted to sex or the sense that it was a part of? She didn’t know. What she did know was that she wanted more.

“Byleeettthh…” Sothis knew she sounded needy. “H-Harder…”

Although she was still riding her climatic high, Sothis did her best to move her hips in unison with his renewed thrusts. Not even her pussy clamping down on his dick could hinder him for long, and within a matter of moments, he had already resumed his previous pace.

Of course, Byleth had no intention of staying at that rhythm—not after a demand like that. Therefore, he gathered his strength and accelerated again, and although Sothis initially struggled to keep up, she was soon able to match his tempo.

The result? Very, very fast sex. Noisy, too! But it was a good sound. It was loud, wet, and crazily lewd. Most importantly, it was their anchor. Slowing down would disrupt that sound—and that was not going to happen. Despite all the support she had, Sothis could feel her body begging her to calm down… but she refused to listen. Whatever she was experiencing, he was feeling tenfold… yet, he was still keeping at it. 

He wanted to make her feel good. She wanted to make him feel good. It was a synchronized desire, keeping them afloat just as much as the noise was. Their melody was complimented by moans from each, and though hers were much louder, that just meant she was the lead singer for this song. 

It was during these moments that they felt like one again.

Sothis knew she was approaching another orgasm fast, but she had a suspicion he wasn’t far behind himself. Considering they had made each other climax once before, it was fitting for their second orgasms to be simultaneous. 

“Byleeetthhh…” she purred—oh, how she loved to purr his name in that sultry, seductive tone! “I want you to… cum inside meeeee~”

It wasn’t the first time she had said that, nor would it be the last.

Frankly, she had counted over the number of creampies she had been given. It was miraculous she wasn’t pregnant.

Sothis knew he would cum inside no matter what, but she had discovered that telling a man one’s desire often pushed them over the edge.

Today was no exception. Her wish worsened his breathing immediately, and several more thrusts later, he was there. Byleth pushed deep inside, nudging hard against the entrance of his womb… and then he came, filling up her pussy with his seed and painting her womb white. 

The amplified warmth and the mighty final thrust that came with it was more than enough to make her cum too. The grasp her insides had around him magnified to a dramatic degree, as if her body was worried he would pull out and deny her pussy its reward. 

Luckily, Byleth had no intention of pulling out no matter what. Regardless, the resulting pleasure was almost too much to comprehend, sending her body into a jittery mess that was a little terrifying yet equally thrilling.

In the end, the two remained glued to each other. Byleth’s legs were trembling just as much as she was, and although he wanted to keep his balance, he could tell he was on the verge of tumbling. To save his barely-conscious goddess from a rude awakening, he barely managed to sit back down.

“...mhmm…” she mumbled. “...you’re so warm…”

Sothis honestly wasn’t sure whether she was describing the semen in her womb or his body temperature.

“I was worried you had passed out,” Byleth responded, sounding relieved.

“Hey…” Sothis mumbled in annoyance. “Just because I DID once… doesn’t mean I always will…”

“More than once,” he corrected her.

Sothis groaned. “Shut up and cuddle me already.”

Byleth did just that, holding her securely and calmly, wanting nothing more than for his favorite person to experience the tranquility she deserved.

Sothis certainly felt tranquil… almost too tranquil! She wanted to fall asleep in his arms like this, but there were a few things she wanted to get off her chest first.

“...Did I… give a good Day of Devotion gift?” she questioned him. “I know it wasn’t very… unique, but—”

…

Sothis had no idea when or why her man had developed a taste for interrupting her…

…but this time, she’d let it slide.

After all, he had done so with a kiss… and that was pretty much the perfect answer.

The embrace was short-lasting and lacked passion, but that was only because they were tired. If she had more endurance… she would smooch him until he was out of breath.

…and she would absolutely do so after they had their routine post-sex nap… which, arguably, was just as good as the sex itself. 

“Good night, Sothis,” Byleth stroked her hair—a sensation she loved that helped her feel so calm… but she knew the evil purpose behind it! It was meant to distract her from responding, and that was NOT going to happen!

“I’m just going to have a nap.”

“That’s what you always say.”

“...Shush…”