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CHALLENGE 221: FIRE EMBLEM THREE HOUSES - 'ANGELUS.'
Title: Angelus
Fandom: Fire Emblem: Three Houses
Pairing: f!Byleth/Mercedes
Rating: E
Prompt: [221] Passion
Word Count: 885
Summary: Mercedes and Byleth spend their first night together as wives.
Byleth starts with little kisses to Mercedes’ thighs. For how very fierce her wife (Mercedes can’t believe that Byleth is really her wife) could be on the battlefield, she’s surprisingly gentle in bed, Mercedes is learning quickly. It’s their first night together as wives, and Mercedes’ heart is all but aflutter within her, but Byleth is soft and kind. Eyes full of love. Mercedes can see all of that love in the blue pools of Byleth’s eyes as she looks up at her from between Mercedes' legs.
“Mercedes,” Byleth breathes her name tenderly, and Mercedes feels her skin prickle with goosebumps at the ghosting of Byleth’s breath against her tender flesh. Another thing Mercedes was coming to learn was how sensitive she was in some places she hadn’t supposed she’d be before. “Mercedes, is this okay?”
Mercedes lets the smallest, sweetest of laughs escape her lips. She reaches with her fingers to thread them through the top Byleth’s pale green hair, catching the strands between her fingertips. “Oh, my love,” Mercedes sighs at Byleth; her life, her love, her wife. “It’s more than okay. This is absolutely perfect,” she answers honestly. “I can’t think of anything else I want more than this… more than you, right now.”
Byleth smiles softly up at her. Mercedes’ hand trails from Byleth’s hair to the side of her face, and she caresses her there, feeling the heat of her skin against her palm. Byleth nuzzles into her touch and closes her eyes, letting herself be touched. The tender moment passes quickly, and then Byleth is kissing one of Mercedes’ thighs again. Closer inward, this time, to the hot place between Mercedes’ legs.
Mercedes shudders, once Byleth gives a kiss to her center.
“Ah…!”
Mercedes’ back arches at the simplest kiss there. Byleth’s smile can’t help but turn to a playful smirk, which Mercedes catches. Her cheeks tinted pink, her soft peach-colored lips tilt into a small frown, and she whines.
“Dear, don’t tease,” she says cutely. “Not when I’m like this.”
Byleth chuckles to herself. “Okay,” she says back, and then returns back to Mercedes’ core. Byleth has never done this before, either, but instinct and desire drives her on what to do. She hears Mercedes inhale in pleasure as she plants more soft kisses up her folds, her wife’s lower lips dewy with desire.
“Oh, Byleth,” Mercedes gasps. “Please, don’t stop.”
Byleth looks up at Mercedes, and their eyes find each other’s in that second. Mercedes’ gaze is full of want and need, and Byleth’s own gaze, she’s sure, is heated. Without words, she communicates to her wife that she has no intention to stop.
Byleth hikes her arms underneath Mercedes’ plump thighs and dives forward. Her nose grazes her wife’s clit as she uses her tongue to pleasure her. Mercedes tastes incredible, sweet and heady, and her juices flow freely, without shame. She moans, softly, and then louder once Byleth finds her way to Mercedes’ clit and wraps her tongue around it instead.
“Dear!” Mercedes cries. “Please, please,” she pleads, and Byleth tightens her grip on her thighs and focuses all of her energy into bringing her wife to the edge.
More words of love spill from Mercedes’ mouth. “Please, darling, don’t stop, I love you, Byleth, please, I love you,” she gasps and cries. Her hips roll up, they twitch, they stutter and spasm as Byleth uses her mouth to coax her orgasm from her.
Not once do Byleth’s eyes leave Mercedes’ face. She watches every twist of her lovely expression, the way her eyes clench and she bites her lip, the way her pale cheeks grow a darker and darker pink with each of Byleth’s ministrations. Mercedes’ breasts heave with each of her breaths. Her hands are at her sides, clenching the sheets underneath her sweaty body.
“Mercedes,” says Byleth, as she comes up for air, mouth wet with her wife’s juices. “Mercedes, you’re beautiful.”
Mercedes smiles. “I love you so much, ah….” Her voice hitches once Byleth begins to lick and tease at her clit again, and she clenches her teeth and tilts her head back, reaching forward to once again grasp at Byleth’s hair. “I love you so much…! I’m close, please, Byleth, dear, I’m close…”
With a few more passionate strokes of her tongue, Byleth gets Mercedes to cum. Mercedes’ hips lift off of the bed and she moans, sighs, and gasps as her release washes over her body, making it tremble. Byleth holds Mercedes steady throughout her orgasm, her mouth never stopping its work until Mercedes goes limp in her hold.
Byleth lowers Mercedes’ hips down slowly. Then, she kisses the top of her twitching thigh.
Mercedes laughs softly. “That was… incredible,” she says, and it’s then that tears prickle her eyes. She wipes them away with a finger, and Byleth lifts her body to snuggle into Mercedes’ arms on her side. “I’m so happy,” Mercedes says, and reaches to touch Byleth’s cheek again. She tilts Byleth’s face to give her a kiss, and Byleth leans into it earnestly. “I couldn’t be happier. Thank you for such a wonderful gift, my wife,” Mercedes whispers once they separate.
Byleth wraps her arms around Mercedes’ bare body, soft and warm and all hers, and with smiles on their faces, they fall into sleep.
Fandom: Fire Emblem: Three Houses
Pairing: f!Byleth/Mercedes
Rating: E
Prompt: [221] Passion
Word Count: 885
Summary: Mercedes and Byleth spend their first night together as wives.
Byleth starts with little kisses to Mercedes’ thighs. For how very fierce her wife (Mercedes can’t believe that Byleth is really her wife) could be on the battlefield, she’s surprisingly gentle in bed, Mercedes is learning quickly. It’s their first night together as wives, and Mercedes’ heart is all but aflutter within her, but Byleth is soft and kind. Eyes full of love. Mercedes can see all of that love in the blue pools of Byleth’s eyes as she looks up at her from between Mercedes' legs.
“Mercedes,” Byleth breathes her name tenderly, and Mercedes feels her skin prickle with goosebumps at the ghosting of Byleth’s breath against her tender flesh. Another thing Mercedes was coming to learn was how sensitive she was in some places she hadn’t supposed she’d be before. “Mercedes, is this okay?”
Mercedes lets the smallest, sweetest of laughs escape her lips. She reaches with her fingers to thread them through the top Byleth’s pale green hair, catching the strands between her fingertips. “Oh, my love,” Mercedes sighs at Byleth; her life, her love, her wife. “It’s more than okay. This is absolutely perfect,” she answers honestly. “I can’t think of anything else I want more than this… more than you, right now.”
Byleth smiles softly up at her. Mercedes’ hand trails from Byleth’s hair to the side of her face, and she caresses her there, feeling the heat of her skin against her palm. Byleth nuzzles into her touch and closes her eyes, letting herself be touched. The tender moment passes quickly, and then Byleth is kissing one of Mercedes’ thighs again. Closer inward, this time, to the hot place between Mercedes’ legs.
Mercedes shudders, once Byleth gives a kiss to her center.
“Ah…!”
Mercedes’ back arches at the simplest kiss there. Byleth’s smile can’t help but turn to a playful smirk, which Mercedes catches. Her cheeks tinted pink, her soft peach-colored lips tilt into a small frown, and she whines.
“Dear, don’t tease,” she says cutely. “Not when I’m like this.”
Byleth chuckles to herself. “Okay,” she says back, and then returns back to Mercedes’ core. Byleth has never done this before, either, but instinct and desire drives her on what to do. She hears Mercedes inhale in pleasure as she plants more soft kisses up her folds, her wife’s lower lips dewy with desire.
“Oh, Byleth,” Mercedes gasps. “Please, don’t stop.”
Byleth looks up at Mercedes, and their eyes find each other’s in that second. Mercedes’ gaze is full of want and need, and Byleth’s own gaze, she’s sure, is heated. Without words, she communicates to her wife that she has no intention to stop.
Byleth hikes her arms underneath Mercedes’ plump thighs and dives forward. Her nose grazes her wife’s clit as she uses her tongue to pleasure her. Mercedes tastes incredible, sweet and heady, and her juices flow freely, without shame. She moans, softly, and then louder once Byleth finds her way to Mercedes’ clit and wraps her tongue around it instead.
“Dear!” Mercedes cries. “Please, please,” she pleads, and Byleth tightens her grip on her thighs and focuses all of her energy into bringing her wife to the edge.
More words of love spill from Mercedes’ mouth. “Please, darling, don’t stop, I love you, Byleth, please, I love you,” she gasps and cries. Her hips roll up, they twitch, they stutter and spasm as Byleth uses her mouth to coax her orgasm from her.
Not once do Byleth’s eyes leave Mercedes’ face. She watches every twist of her lovely expression, the way her eyes clench and she bites her lip, the way her pale cheeks grow a darker and darker pink with each of Byleth’s ministrations. Mercedes’ breasts heave with each of her breaths. Her hands are at her sides, clenching the sheets underneath her sweaty body.
“Mercedes,” says Byleth, as she comes up for air, mouth wet with her wife’s juices. “Mercedes, you’re beautiful.”
Mercedes smiles. “I love you so much, ah….” Her voice hitches once Byleth begins to lick and tease at her clit again, and she clenches her teeth and tilts her head back, reaching forward to once again grasp at Byleth’s hair. “I love you so much…! I’m close, please, Byleth, dear, I’m close…”
With a few more passionate strokes of her tongue, Byleth gets Mercedes to cum. Mercedes’ hips lift off of the bed and she moans, sighs, and gasps as her release washes over her body, making it tremble. Byleth holds Mercedes steady throughout her orgasm, her mouth never stopping its work until Mercedes goes limp in her hold.
Byleth lowers Mercedes’ hips down slowly. Then, she kisses the top of her twitching thigh.
Mercedes laughs softly. “That was… incredible,” she says, and it’s then that tears prickle her eyes. She wipes them away with a finger, and Byleth lifts her body to snuggle into Mercedes’ arms on her side. “I’m so happy,” Mercedes says, and reaches to touch Byleth’s cheek again. She tilts Byleth’s face to give her a kiss, and Byleth leans into it earnestly. “I couldn’t be happier. Thank you for such a wonderful gift, my wife,” Mercedes whispers once they separate.
Byleth wraps her arms around Mercedes’ bare body, soft and warm and all hers, and with smiles on their faces, they fall into sleep.