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Prompt: Men of Almyra (Fire Emblem)
🕑 Added 2020-02-28 06:21:36 +0000 UTCSummary: After a discussion with Bileth, the female twin of Byleth, Lady Rhea decides to finally act on her feelings for young Cyril. The two make love, acting on feelings that have burned for a long time. Includes: Bisexual Interests Mentioned and Romance
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Lady Rhea took a deep breath. She felt the warm water pour over her skin as she sank down, lower into the pool. She allowed her body to drift in it, sighing as the water sent chills up her skin. Not from the temperate, no, the water was warmed to perfection, but shivers of euphoria.
The water felt so good against her skin. She could easily imagine falling asleep in this water. It was so peaceful. So serene.
The large, outdoor pool was built to imitate a similar bath from a far away land. At least, that was what the architect had told her. Lady Rhea supported the idea, and she knew she had made the right decision as her body drifted below the surface.
She swam in the large pool, moving slowly, allowing her body to draft as her long, emerald hair was sprawled out throughout the water. She closed her eyes for a moment, lost to the serenity of the pool, when something caught her attention.
She rose up, hearing someone walking towards her. Rhea wasn’t worried. She knew she was safe here. Her calm demeanor was only reinforced as she saw who had walked into the bath area.
Professor Bileth smiled at her, bowing slightly as she walked towards her. Lady Rhea nodded in response, greeting the professor.
Bileth was the younger sister to Byleth, and both of the twins were acting as professors at the Church of Seiros. Rhea welcomed both with open arms, and she gave the same welcoming smile to the dark-haired woman as she waded through the water.
“Hello, Professor.”
“Lady Rhea. May I?”
“Of course. Please, come in.” Bileth smiled, and she undid the towel wrapped around her body. It fell at her feet as she stepped forward, and Lady Rhea couldn’t help but notice the woman’s figure.
Both of the twins were very attractive, both in mind and body. In Bileth’s case, she had a figure matching an hourglass, with large, full breasts and wide, shapely hips, with a small waist in between. Her long, slender legs carried her to the pool, and she sank into the water with a soft moan.
“Ahh… This spring is amazing, Lady Rhea. I’ve never experienced something like it before in my life,” Bileth confessed.
“It is quite nice. Almost one of a kind in this area. Inspired by a faraway coun-”
“Hoshido, correct?” Bileth beamed, and Lady Rhea chuckled at the woman’s excitement. Both of the twins had similar interests, but how those interests came through was different for both of them.
Byleth, the older, male twin was typically more stoic and quiet. He would only speak when he needed to, preferring action and peace. Bileth, on the other hand, was slightly more energetic. She absorbed knowledge like a rag, and she was quick to share that knowledge instead of hoarding it.
When faced with a question, even one not directly aimed at her, she always seemed to find an answer.
“I recognize it from my studies. I did research on Hoshido and their sister kingdom, Nohr, as soon as I…” Bileth blushed, and she bowed her head. “A thousand apologies. I didn’t mean to interrupt. I overstep my boundaries.”
“It is alright,” Rhea replied with a chuckle. “I find your knowledge welcoming.”
Bileth blinked, before smiling. She sighed quietly in relief, before the two fell into a comfortable silence. They enjoyed the water together, keeping some distance from one another, but it seemed to shrink with every passing minute. Perhaps it was Rhea who was moving closer. Perhaps it was the dear professor.
Rhea glanced down, noticing how Bileth’s large tits were floating slightly in the water, jiggling slightly as she swam in place. Her eyes quickly darted to Bileth’s smiling face, and a question popped into Rhea’s mind.
“Bileth, I had a question I wanted to ask you.”
“A question? Well, I’m happy to help. What is it?”
“There have been certain rumors circulating around you that I wanted to know about. If there was any truth to them…”
“Rumors? What rumors?”
“Well, I wanted to know if you were getting close to Claude.”
“Close?” Bileth blinked. Rhea could see a small glimmer of understanding in her eyes, but she still decided to be blunt about it.
With slightly rosy cheeks, Rhea uttered a single word. A word that made Bileth’s face turn scarlet. “Intimate.”
“O-oh.”
Bileth looked away. Her lips pressed together, becoming small and thin. She said nothing at first, and Rhea was almost ready to apologize and change the subject, when Bileth spoke in a hushed, quiet tone.
“I trust you, Lady Rhea, but please understand that this is… sensitive information.” Rhea’s eyes widened, and she nodded her head as Bileth looked around the bath, as if searching for a spy. Her cheeks were still a subtle shade of red as she nodded her head. “We are indeed intimate.”
Rhea’s cheeks became flushed, but she smiled, clapping her hands together as she beamed. “That’s wonderful, Bileth. I am so happy for you both. I knew there was something there the moment I saw you and Claude together.”
“You did?” Bileth blinked.
“Yes. Ever since you and your brother started teaching at the monastery, I just knew there was something special between you and Claude.”
As Rhea visited the old memory, she found herself chuckling quietly. “Though, I remember seeing that same spark between Claude and your brother. I always wondered who he would choose between you two. It’s a shame Byleth had to lose, but all's fair in love and war, I suppose.”
Byleth’s smile grew. It wasn’t just one of appreciation or gratitude. That was the smile of someone who knew something that the other didn’t. The smile confused Rhea as Bileth began laughing herself, a quiet snicker as she leaned in closer.
“Actually, we both won.”
“I’m… sorry?”
“My brother and I have an agreement with Claude and each other. We share him, and he gets to have his way with the both of us.”
Rhea found her lips parted. Her eyes widened, and she wasn’t sure how to respond at first. She blinked as her mind ticked on, slowly comprehending the answer. Her cheeks became flushed at the thought of this unique arrangement, and part of her wanted to leave the discussion at that.
Another part of her was confused by curiosity and more… risque wonders “Well, if you wouldn’t mind satiating my curiosity a bit more, I’d like to know if what they say about men from Almyra is true.”
“Oh? What exactly do they say? That they’re excellent cooks? Singers?”
“Professor, I think you know exactly what I mean.”
Bileth giggled, smiling at Lady Rhea with a knowing, but teasing smile. Of course she knew the answer to her questions. She just liked dancing around the subject, staring at the emerald-haired woman’s scarlet cheeks.
“Men are a varied sex. Some good, some bad, and some gifted with certain… traits. Sometimes from the gods themselves, sometimes dumb lucks. Sometimes something else. I’m sorry, Lady Rhea, but I just don’t understand the question...” Her smile said otherwise, of course.
“Bileth.” Rhea narrowed her eyes, leaning a bit closer. “You shouldn’t play dead. It doesn’t become you.”
“I will take that as a compliment, Lady Rhea.” Her lips fell together, and Rhea knew that she would have to bring up the unspoken legend.
She took a deep breath, and sighed. Despite her rosy cheeks and ears, she uttered her question once more. “Are men from Almyra really more… well endowed down there?”
Bileth gasped, bringing her slender fingers to her lips. “Lady Rhea. You know I can’t speak of such a thing in public.” Her acting skills were something to be worked on for another day, but as Rhea frowned, Bileth giggled.
It was clear the Professor was enjoying her game. Perhaps too much. “I am very happy with Claude, Lady Rhea. I’d hate to do something that could endanger our relationship. Revealing too many facts of our private lives… You understand how it is.”
Bileth turned her head away, but her eyes drifted towards the emerald-haired beauty. “But I will say… Between my brother and I, there is more than enough to share. One of the reasons we even agreed to share him. There’s plenty to go around...”
Rhea’s eyes widened for a moment, before she moved even closer to the other woman. It was clear that her interest was piqued. Her curiosity guided her to inquire more, digging deeper to understand just what the two professors saw in their student.
“Is that so?”
“Indeed. Of course, if you want to know the truth, you should order Cyril to spend the night with you.”
Rhea’s eyes shot open, and she actually leaned back a few inches. She hadn’t expected that response. Was her interest in the young man that obvious? Or did this speak more of Bileth’s mind than her own interests…?
“I-I don’t know what you are referring to. My interest in Cyril is strictly professional.”
“Oh, of course, of course. Your interest, no matter how intense, is professional.”
Rhea glared at the professor, before letting out a shaky sigh. “Even if there were an interest beyond that, he is far too young, and I am far too old, and-”
“Lady Rhea, that is hardly a reason to reject a man. Not at your ages,” Bileth gently scolded. “He has grown into a handsome, dashing young man, one that many of the women at the monastery are currently eyeing.”
“They are? Who exactly?” Rhea asked, her voice lowering down into a subtle growl, and yet remaining sharp as steel. Bileth’s lips parted, but Rhea would never get her answer. Her cheeks burned hot as she immediately shook her head. “I-it doesn’t matter. Cyril is a sweet young man, but he would have little interest in someone as old as me.”
“Incorrect,” Bileth scolded, sounding as if she was Rhea’s teacher. “Your logic is faulty at best. One: It is a proven fact that Cyril absolutely adores you. Ever since you took him in, and that adoration has only grown as the years passed.”
Rhea opened her mouth, only for Bileth to raise her hand, holding two fingers before Rhea’s face. “Point Two: I have heard from my brother that, on at least one witnessed occasion, my brother saw Cyril staring at you from behind.”
“T-that’s not-”
“And his pants were clearly tight. Far too tight for the young man. The only logical reason why they would be so tight would be because-”
“I-I get it. Y-you don’t need to explain any further, Professor...” Bileth brought a logical and passionate lesson from her classroom to the bath they were currently sharing. Rhea wondered if her students found those same traits as annoying outside of the classroom as Rhea was finding them.
She also wondered if this was the first time Bileth lectured others about their relationships. Rhea shook those questions from her mind, sighing quietly.
The emerald-eyed woman had entirely different questions to consider. Should she follow Bileth’s advice? Should she order Cyril to her chambers to… to see if the stories were true?
“Lady Rhea.” The woman looked at the professor once more, and Bileth had a knowing smile on her lips. As she spoke, Rhea wondered if the teacher had somehow learned how to read minds. “After you have been locked away for five years, you are allowed to be a person. More importantly, you’re allowed to be a woman, and not the leader of the church.”
Those words struck their target. Rhea bit her lower lip, glancing down to the pool of water below her. She saw her own reflection staring back. The professor was right. Of course, she was. She was intelligent, arguably the smartest woman in the building…
Rhea was just frustrated by how right she was. “I believe it is time I left,” Rhea declared, rising up from the water. For a moment, Bileth looked at her friend with a look of concern. She was wondering if she had gone too far, but Bileth’s teasing mark showed her there were no hard feelings.
“You should step out too, Bileth. Wouldn’t want your brother to hog Claude all to himself? Maybe even steal him away.”
“He wouldn’t!” Bileth gasped, before blushing as Rhea giggled at her outburst.
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Cyril wasn’t sure why Lady Rhea had ordered him to her chambers tonight, but he obeyed the order. Lady Rhea could have asked him to make a new stable, and his only question would be about how many animals would it house and what their particular breeds were.
He stood outside the room, finding it bizarrely empty. Her usual guards were gone. Sent away by the Lady herself? Odd, but perhaps that was why she needed him. Her guards were sick, and she needed a protector.
A duty Cyril would eagerly take. He’d fight for his Lady. Even die…
Of course, all of this was based on her needing him.
Cyril scolded himself for his arrogance as he pushed the door open. What if this was a punishment? What if it was somehow his fault her guards were gone? Had he done something wrong? Had his actions left her defenseless?
Perhaps his Lady wanted to punish him. If so, all he could do was accept responsibilities for his act… Cyril’s mind stopped, and his heart skipped a beat as he saw his Lady Rhea. His breath was stolen away as his jaw hung low.
Lady Rhea sat on the edge of her bed, her cheeks a subtle tinge of red. Her beautiful, hourglass figure was adorned in white lingerie. Cyril had never seen such a thing before, least of all on such a gorgeous figure. The divine body of his Lady… Her already perfect features were only enhanced in the white underwear. The clothes accented her shapely figure, heavy breasts, and motherly hips…
Cyril blinked, and he immediately tried to turn around. “I-I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I-”
“Cyril.” He froze in place. The young man kept his head down, gulping, wondering if he was to be executed for walking in on her.
“Please come inside. Close the door behind you.”
“O-oh.” He obeyed, of course, stepping inside and closing the door behind him. He kept his eyes down, staring at the floor as he uttered the obvious question. “W-what did you need me for, Lady Rhea? Is something wrong?”
“Come here, Cyril.” He stepped forward, shaking as he kept his eyes on the floor. “Sit on the bed with me,” she ordered, her voice gentle, but stern. He obeyed once more, sitting with her on the edge.
His eyes were locked on his legs, but out of the corner of his gaze, he saw the gorgeous woman’s slender legs. Cyril gulped, trying to keep himself focused and not act like some pervert…
“You have changed so much, Cyril.”
“Huh?”
“You have grown into such a handsome young man…”
“W-what?” he gasped, shaking as his already flushed face turned a bright shade of red. She placed her hand on his lap, and Cyril could practically hear his heart racing between his ears. He trembled slightly as the older woman leaned closer, her breath whispering against his ear.
“There is something special I want to ask of you.”
‘I-I’d do anything for you, L-Lady Rhea…”
“Good. I want you to treat me like a woman. Here, in my chambers, I am just Rhea. Not Lady Rhea. Nor the head of the church. Just Rhea.”
Cyril blinked. Realization dawned on him, but he tried not to jump to conclusions. He had to be sure. Was Lady Rhea really asking him what he thought she was? Was he merely assuming, picking up on the wrong signals? He gulped, and he let out a long breath.
“A-are you sure, Lady Rh-? Mmph!”
She placed a hand on his cheek and turned him, pressing his lips against her own. His eyes widened, and he stared at the beautiful woman who changed his life. Her eyes were closed as her lips gently nibbled on his, and her other hand began to slowly rise up his body.
Cyril’s doubts were eradicated from his mind. He did as Rhea asked him. He treated her like a woman. His woman.
He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her deeper into the kiss, pushing his tongue into her mouth. She moaned with surprise, shuddering as her large tits pushed against his chest. The two wrapped their arms around one another, holding each other, stroking the other’s body as they continued to kiss. Their tongues wrestled as their hands began to grip the other’s clothes.
Rhea unbuttoned his clothes, taking his shirt off of his body as his hands touched the bra that covered her chest. He gulped, feeling her heavy breasts against his hands, pushing down on them, and he heard Rhea’s moans.
“Cyril… Keep touching right there. Do they feel… nice?” she whispered, and Cyril nodded his head as he pressed down on her tits. His hands slid around her body, finding the hook that kept her bra on.
Her hands pulled on the straps, but they slipped out of his hands, quietly snapping against Rhea’s back. Cyril’s face burned hot as he tried again, only to find the straps impossible to break apart.
Rhea giggled as Cyril trembled, but she kissed him once more. “Allow me,” she whispered, pressing her lips against his cheek. She placed her hands behind her back and undid the bra, snapping it off of her body and smiling at him.
He pulled on it, taking it off her body, and he gasped as he saw her gorgeous tits in their full glory. He gulped, and Rhea leaned forward to kiss him again. “Do you like them?” she asked, pressing her tits against his now shirtless chest.
Their skin rubbed against one another, and Cyril could feel his pants tightening. He gulped again as Rhea’s lips pressed against his neck.
“You seem to like them,” she teased, placing a hand on his erection, rubbing down the tent.
“I-I do. Lady Rhea, you’re so… you’re gorgeous.” His praise warmed Rhea’s heart, and she kissed his lips once last time, sucking on his bottom lip, before pulling away.
“Lay down on the bed.” He obeyed, and Rhea stood up, swaying her hips side to side for him. “Take off your pants.” He obeyed once more, pulling them off of his body as Rhea did the same with her own clothes.
She peeled the tight, white fabric from her skin, revealing her pale skin. Cyril watched with wide, amazed eyes as he saw her clothes drop to the ground. He could see a wet spot on her panties as they slid down, and glistening strings connected Rhea’s pussy with her underwear.
She was wet. For him. That alone made him almost want to cum. He finished pulling his underwear off, kicking the clothes off and letting his hard cock point to the ceiling. Rhea gasped, and Cyril cringed.
“I-I’m sorry. I-I promise it’ll feel good inside you.” He blushed, humiliated as she saw the small size of his cock. What was he thinking? He wasn't as big as other men. He was a measly seven inches! “I’m sorry, I-I know it’s not that big, I-I-I just-”
“It’s huge.” Cyril blinked, and Rhea placed a gentle hand on the cock. She gasped against as it throbbed against her fingers, before she smiled. She licked her lips as her fingers slowly stroked his shaft, up and down. “It’s… it’s amazing.”
“R-really?” Cyril blushed.
Rhea had never seen a cock like this before. The throbbing tower stole her breath away, and she felt her pussy quivering as she imagined that thing pounding her insides. She wanted it inside of her, but first, she had to lube it up.
“You have a gift, Cyril. A gift that should be shared with the woman you love most.”
“T-that’s you, Lady Rhea!” He gulped, steeling himself as he took his cock by the base. “It’s all yours. Come and get it.” His confidence made Rhea shiver, and she leaned her head down, only for him to stop her. “Wait.”
“Hm? Is something wrong, Cyril?”
“No. I just want to return the favor. Lay on me. I want you to suck my… cock, while I lick your pussy.”
Rhea gasped, bringing her fingers to her lips. She was impressed with the young man’s demand, and her lips curled into a proud smile as she bowed.
“As you wish, my lord,” she teased, before climbing onto the bed.
They got into position, and Rhea wrapped her lips around Cyril’s tip without hesitation. She sucked on it, pushing her head down to take the length of his cock down his throat. She bobbed her head back and forth, moaning as the cock sank down her throat.
As for Cyril, he stared at Rhea’s pussy, wondering just what he should do to please the beautiful woman. He was a virgin in every sense of the world. The only experience he had touching someone was himself, but still, he had to try for his savior…
He stuck out his tongue and licked her pussy. Immediately, Rhea moaned in pleasure, trembling from the sensation. Cyril kept doing that then, darting his tongue against her slit, licking her wet juices, tasting her.
Cyril wasn’t surprised to find that she tasted delicious. Impossibly sweet. Fitting for such a stunning beauty.
Rhea breathed through her nose, trying to match the passion and skill Cyril was giving her. She wondered briefly if this was his first time. She assumed so, but the way he was making her feel said otherwise. He knew just where to lick, where to press his tongue… She moaned against his cock as his lips nibbled on her moist folds.
She wanted to make him feel as good as he was making her feel. She slipped her tongue between her lower lip and his cock, dragging it along the bottom of his shaft. He moaned against her pussy, sending vibrations through her as she shuddered in ecstasy.
They could both feel their orgasms approaching as they fell into a pattern. They were trembling with pleasure as they felt the other’s lips and tongues press against their crotch. The two ended up coming together, and both trembled as Rhea’s cum splattered against Cyril’s face and Cyril unleashed a blast of semen down Rhea’s throat.
Cyril opened his mouth, tasting her juices happily as Rhea’s muscles spasmed. She could feel his thick, superior semen falling into her stomach, filling her and leaving her almost drunk on it. She pulled head off of his dick, gasping for air through the thick liquid that coated the inside of her throat.
Some of his dick spilled onto the bed as Cyril spoke. “Lady Rhea, are you okay?”
“Ah… Ah…” She swallowed his seed down her throat, and the words she spoke left Cyril in shock. “I need you to fuck me!”
Cyril’s eyes widened, before Rhea got off of him and practically rolled him on top of her. The older woman was clearly in control, but all she used that power for was to have him get on top of her. His cock pressed against her pussy as she wrapped her arms around his head. She stared into his eyes with a hungry glimmer in her eyes, begging, desperate to be finished off.
“More. Fuck me, Cyril. Please,” she begged, and once Cyril had gotten over his shock, he smirked with pride.
“With pleasure, Lady Rhea.” He wrapped his arms around her, between her voluptuous body and the bed, and he pushed his cock into her.
Rhea would have felt at least a little fear if she wasn’t drunk and intoxicated on his semen. As she was now, she was shuddering, shaking as she felt the thick shaft push into her. She was properly lubed, thankfully. A mix of saliva and her own juices led the way for the dick pushing into her, stretching out her pussy as she cried out.
She was moaning loudly under Cyril, gasping in pleasure. She clung to him, digging her nails into his skin as he thrusted into her, pushing her into the bed. She tried to wrap her legs around him, holding him as her pussy wrapped tightly around his shaft.
Cyril had never felt this good before in his life. His hand was nothing compared to this. He felt like he was melting. He felt hot, burning, panting as Rhea’s pussy walls stroked the sides of his dick. He pushed his hands between them, squeezing her breasts, pressing her nipples against the palm of his hands.
The room was filled with the sound of their love making. Their bodies smacked together as Rhea moaned, shuddering as the tip if Cyril’s dick pushed against her pussy walls. She gasped, almost screaming as she felt his tip press against her nerves. She felt lightning going through her body, making her gasp for air.
“Cyril, y-you are amazing. H-how are you so good at this? You’re so big, a-and-ahhh!” Rhea screamed in pleasure, feeling her pussy wrap tighter.
“Y-you’re better,” Cyril confessed. He didn’t know what to say, but he tried. He spoke from the heart. “You’re the most perfect woman. You’re beautiful. I-I love you, Rhea!” Her eyes widened, but he continued. “You’re so tight. You’re so warm. I-I love you! I-I’m going to cum!” he shouted.
“Wait, wait, l-let me just adjust…” Rhea moved her body, and she pulled herself off Cyril’s dick. She felt emptiness, and it almost brought a whimper out of her mouth. She adjusted, swinging her legs over Cyril’s shoulders, and he grinned as she licked her lips. “Now… fuck me.”
Cyril obeyed, pounding her pussy hard and fast, pushing her into the mattress and making her cry out in pleasure. His hands held hers, interlocking their fingers as her tits bounced with every thrust.
The bed rocked. The springs groaned. Her tits clapped against her chest as her eyes rolled into her skull. “Please, more, more! Ahh!” she mewled, tongue hanging out of her mouth as her pussy tightened around him.
She felt like his sheath. His cock sleeve. It felt so wrong for a woman like her to be reduced to this, but she loved it. She adored the pleasure he made her feel with every thrust, and true to his word, Cyril soon came inside of her.
It was the greatest orgasm of Cyril’s life. The tight walls of her pussy, the wet smack of their bodies colliding, the hypnotizing bounce of her tits. He stared at Rhea’s face, captivated by her beauty even as she came once more on his cock.
Their orgasms were near simultaneous. He shot his load into her as her pussy tightened around his shaft, milking his dick for more and more of his seed, squeezing out every last drop as he coated the walls of her pussy. Her womanhood was flooded with semen as she moaned loudly.
The two trembled against one another, before Cyril pulled his dick out and fell onto his side, laying beside Lady Rhea. He was panting, trying to catch his breath. He looked at his Lady, captivated by her beauty even now. Her glistening skin, her creampied pussy, her soft, jiggling breasts…
“I love you too.”
“W-what?” Cyril blinked. Had he heard her wrong. He must have. He-?
“You told me you love me.” She pulled Cyril into her arms, pulling him onto her body as he blushed. He was using her large breasts as pillows as she stroked his back. “I love you, Cyril. I love your heart, your mind, your soul… your body,” she teased, brushing a leg against his cock.
“Y-you really mean that?” he whispered, and she smiled, nodding her head.
“I do…”
The two lovers gave each other one last kiss, before Cyril fell asleep on top of her, and her hand stroked through the dark locks of his hair. The two fell asleep, their hearts beating as one as they dreamed of the other.
