The Progenitor God's Harem (Ingrid Chapter Part 2)

Heyyo, my awesome patrons! Thanks for supporting me for another month! Y'all are the best and here is your reward: the continuation of Ingrid's induction into Byleth's harem! Thanks for your patience again. I really appreciate it. I wanted to make this longer than last time and next chapter will have Ingrid be fully included into the harem with SEX! Blowjobs were as far as she could go (for now) and the next chapter will have a more (slightly) pervy Ingrid. 

For what I'm going to update next, I will be uploading a poll. Also, I'm planning a collab with another smut writer, Natsu is Awesome, revolving around the Overlord anime, which will include Albedo and a certain elf-boy in the future. So look forward to that! In the meantime, enjoy this chapter and vote on the next poll!

Disclaimer: All characters who participate in lewd or sexual acts are above the age of consent.

Rhea’s Private Room

“And you are sure of what you saw the night prior? It was Ingrid going into the professor’s room so late?” Rhea cooly sipped her chamomile tea, smacking her lips quietly as the cup left her mouth. “From what Seteth has told me of the girl, she does not seem the type to randomly waltz into men’s bedrooms under the cover of darkness.”

“Believe me, Archbishop Rhea, it’s the truth.” Dorothea had been in similar disbelief when she saw Ingrid knocking on Byleth’s door. Feeling the urge for another sexy rendezvous with the professor, she dressed herself in another racy bit of lingerie underneath her nightgown. Unfortunately for her however, Ingrid had beaten her to the punch, but at least she managed to get a nice view of the professor’s naked figure before he roughly shut the door on the flustered Ingrid.

“Hmm, how interesting. I wonder if the pair consummated then.” Rhea asked aloud, tapping her teacup with a fingernail.

Dorothea shook her head. “I doubt that. While I didn’t stay out there the entire time that Ingrid was there, she’s…well, shall we say, wound tighter than a clock.” As much as she loved Ingrid, even she knew that the girl needed to loosen up at times.

“Then if that is the case, I implore that you assist Ingrid in discovering ways to…unwind.” Rhea gave the songstress a smile and the way Dorothea smiled back; she knew that the singer caught her meaning. “To do so would undoubtedly bring her closer to the Goddess, which is a gift that many would give anything for.”

“I understand, Lady Rhea. Just leave everything to me.”

Ingrid tiptoed her way outside the other girl’s doors, not wanting to wake any of them up. Once again, under the cover of the night sky, she found herself unable to sleep. These nightmares of nonstop marriage proposals from feral suitors or of Glenn and her inability to save him, all of it was beginning to get to her. It had gotten so bad that there were times where she couldn’t stop herself from falling asleep in class due to her insomnia. Not to mention that Dorothea was for some reason interested in her love life, or lack thereof, and what type of man she liked. For the past few weeks, that was all Dorothea wanted to talk about and it was beginning to become quite vexing, even if it was probably coming from a good place. The only solace Ingrid took pleasure in was her nightly talks with the professor, which was who she was looking for in the dark of night.

Three knocks. That was how she knocked every time and like clockwork Byleth was there moments after the third knock. Thankfully, he was dressed appropriately so she didn’t have to stare at his…his…spear. Ingrid brusquely coughed, covering her reddening cheeks, “Hello Professor. Can I come in?”

Byleth nodded, moving out of the way so his student could enter. “Of course. Did you have another nightmare?” He closed the door behind and gestured for her to sit down on his mattress. Ever since their first chat, it seemed like not only was he a teacher, but now a therapist as well. Not that he minded just so long as he managed to help in any way or form. “Was it about the marriage proposals again?” She nodded. “Okay. And have you spoken to your father about them?” This time she shook her head. Byleth brusquely exhaled through his nose. “So I take it that he also doesn’t know that the stress has driven you to forego sleep?” Again, Ingrid nodded. “If it helps, I could-”

“No!” Ingrid stood up; hands balled into fists at her waist. “That won’t be necessary, Professor. My father is a busy man and he has no time to be worrying about something as trivial as me not sleeping. Besides, at the moment my father is dealing with bandits trying to extort some of our local villages, so he’d no doubt be unable to write back to me for weeks.” She exhaled and could feel just how exhausted her muscles felt. Yesterday she’d been banned from the training hall by Dmitri after nodding off while notching an arrow. It shamed her that her own prince was the one to see her like that. “I can…I can handle myself just fine.” Perhaps it would have sounded better if her body was not wobbling as she spoke and her eyes weren’t bloodshot.

“Here, just sit. Please.” Byleth sat her down again. Ingrid at first seemed to try to fight him, but she was far too exhausted to put up much struggle. “Let me go and make us some teas and we can-” Suddenly another round of knocks came from his door, a peculiar range of low and heavy pounds that he recognized immediately. ‘Oh no…’ Quickly, the former mercenary got to his feet and raced over to the door to try and stop it from swinging open before Ingrid could get the wrong impression. Or rather, the right impression technically. He opened the door and glistening under the moonlight was Dorothea, smiling sweetly at him. As bad as it would like to others by two students of the opposite gender visiting him under the dead of night, it got worse with one of them wearing a night dress that could make even Manuela blush.

Draped across Dorothea’s body was a pink chemise nightgown hanging loosely from her luscious frame. Her cleavage could be easily seen, ample as her bosom was, and he could even spy a hint of areola peek out the right side of her dress. If Ingrid hadn’t been present, Byleth would have found it nigh impossible to resist the seductive charms of the songstress. “Dorothea, now isn’t-” He was stopped by one of her fingers pressing up against his mouth. “Play along,” was what Dorothea mouthed silently accompanied by a coy wink before she went on to give quite a convincing performance.

“Professor, I’m so sorry to wake you up, but Ingrid is not in her room! I went to check up on her after hearing about the arrow incident from Ignatz and knocked for almost five minutes. At first I thought she had fallen asleep, but the door then creaked open and she was gone.” Dorothea panted, fake tears pooling out the corners of her eyes. It had been quite some time since she needed to bust out the crocodile tears but thankfully it seemed like she hadn’t missed a beat. “I-I didn’t know what to do or where to go and all I could think about was finding you a-and…” She peeked over his shoulder, blinking away the faux tears and put on her best shocked expression. “Oh, Ingrid?! Is that you? Oh, there you are!” Without waiting for Byleth to say anything, she rushed forward and wrapped the blonde in a tight hug.

“D-Dorothea, what…w-what are you wearing?!” Ingrid was at first taken aback from hearing the songstress’s frantic voice break down to their professor, making her feel guilty. But as soon as she saw what Dorothea was wearing…something so risqué, the shock took over the guilt quite quickly. “That is not monastery attire! How did…how was this approved?! Surely Seteth or any of the other faculty would have said something about your choice in clothing.”

“Hmm? Oh, this old thing? This was a gift after I starred in the Ballad of Red Roses, where yours truly was the main attraction. The fashion director allowed me to take it after the play sold out for three weeks straight. And Manuela already knows about it. Heck, she even has a similar one after she starred in the play years before I did.” Dorothea answered plainly.

From seeing just how translucent the dress was, Byleth and Ingrid could easily tell why that play was able to sell out for three weeks straight.

To keep up appearances, Byleth put on the most convincing frown he could, while trying his best not to stare directly at Dorothea’s cleavage. From the way she was grinning coquettishly towards him, he knew that she knew what he was doing. “Well, the point still stands that your…dress still has an aura of provocativeness surrounding it. And as such, it should only be worn inside your room and only your room. Is that clear, Dorothea?”

“Mmhmm, and what if I want to entice someone, Professor? Consensually of course.”

“Dorothea!” Ingrid yelled, appalled by such a question.

“…Perhaps it is best if I go make the three of us tea and we can better discuss this conversation after.”

Dorothea had to hold in her giggles watching the professor rush out of his own bedroom. She waited until she was gone before playfully nudging Ingrid with her shoulder. “So then, do I need to ask why you’re meeting our handsome professor for covert rendezvouses? Or should I just leave it up to my imagination?”

“Ugh, don’t toy with me Dorothea! I don’t have the patience to put up with it right now.” Ingrid blinked tiredly and rubbed her eyes with the back of her hands. “Not that it’s any of your business, but the professor and were talking. That’s it, so keep your mind out of the gutter.”

Dorothea frowned from the word ‘gutter,’ having been reminded of the slur ‘gutter rat’ which had been thrown her way constant times as a child. She knew that Ingrid hadn’t meant any offense, nor did she even know of her troubled background as an orphan, but the word still left her angry whenever it was thrown her way. “Fine fine, I shall not pry. Though I am worried about you, Ingrid.” She placed a hand on the girl’s shoulder and could see just how tired she looked from being this close. “You look like a tiny breeze could just topple you over. Have you been getting any sleep recently?”

“I think I took a little nap when I was raking hay yesterday with Bernadetta.”

“You think?”

“…Bernadetta was kneeling over me as I laid on the floor. Plus, I think I felt drool on the sides of my mouth.”

“Oh Ingrid…” Dorothea wrapped her hands around the blonde, pulling her into a snuggle. It felt particularly naughty getting so close to her friend on the same bed that she’d spent countless nights being rigorously rutted over and over by their shared teacher. The kinky thought made her pussy tingle, crossing her legs under the guise of straightening her posture. “Don’t let those stupid men and their stupid proposals get you down. Love isn’t built off dowries after all.”

“No, but they are essentials if I hope to appease the citizens serving under my family. Things have gotten even worse since the last time I spoke with my father. Winter is just around the corner and the colder conditions will just make it even more difficult for farmers to cultivate their crops.” Ingrid rubbed her hands over her eyes, as if they could somehow wipe away the tiredness from her body. “Father keeps pushing me to find a husband and soon. Anyone to establish some confidence in our people. Ugh…I’ve even imagined the prospect of marrying…Sylvain.”

“Oh…sweetie, no. I mean don’t get me wrong, Sylvain is handsome and intelligent when he means to be.” Dorothea patted Ingrid’s shoulder. “But who knows what he’s caught from all the women he’s chased?”

“I know, I know. Not that I think about whom he chooses to…whatever he does with those women. I love Sylvain, irritating though he is, but like a brother. A very, very, very annoying brother that I have to keep both eyes on at all times.” Ingrid let out a tired chuckle, being interrupted with a yawn. “Like I said though, it was only a thought. Besides, I…” She stopped, shuffling uncomfortably.

“What?”

“I-It’s nothing. Just forget it.”

“Ingrid, come on, it’s me. You can trust me.”

Ingrid’s face became rigid as her forehead crinkled. “…Promise me you won’t say anything?”

“I swear by the Goddess herself.” Dorothea raised her hand in the air. ‘And may she bless me with luck for what I hope to achieve tonight too.’

Outside, on his way back with a tray of teacups brimming with the scent of Albinean Berry and Chamomile, Byleth could have sworn he heard Sothis sneeze inside his mind randomly before he sensed her falling back asleep. ‘Hmm…how odd.’

Ingrid let out a long-winded sigh, turning her head to stare at the ceiling. “I…don’t have much experience with men.”

“Ah.”

“…You don’t sound surprised.” Ingrid’s left eyebrow twitched irritably for a moment, glaring over at the songstress. “Do you not think I’m attractive enough to be with a guy?”

“What?! N-No, of course not, Ingrid, don’t be silly! I think you’re one of the most beautiful girls I’ve ever met. Why, if you had the talent of song, then I’ve no doubt that you could’ve become a singer of immense fame.”

“Ah, so you think that I’m a terrible singer then?”

“Huh?! That wasn’t what I-no, what I meant was that you-you-” Dorothea sputtered incoherently until she saw the smirk on Ingrid’s face. “Aha…you were teasing me on that last bit, weren’t you?”

Ingrid shrugged, still grinning. “Figured I’d get my shots in before you started teasing me.”

This time it was Dorothea’s turn to frown, crossing her arms underneath her busty lingerie. “Hmph, I wasn’t going to tease you, but I have half a mind to know though.” If there was more time, and this were under different circumstances, then the songstress could have laid into the blonde knight-in-training all night. However, she had bigger prospects in mind. “But there’s no shame in not having any experience with men. Believe me, guys are overrated in many departments. How far have you gone if I can ask?”

“…Does holding his hand count?”

‘Oh goddess…I have my work cut out for me with this one.’ Dorothea blinked rapidly, holding her smile to not discourage her friend. “N-No, that counts. That counts. Who was he?”

“My…Glenn. His name was Glenn. We were…promised to each other when we were younger. He was Felix’s older brother.” Even saying his name after all this time past hurt a little bit. There were times where she imagined that the Tragedy of Duscur was only a nightmare and she’d wake up to hear Glenn training down in the courtyard with Dmitri. Then she’d open her eyes and Ingrid would remember everything, but for those few seconds of ignorance…it was blissful.

Dorothea noted the past tense and tried to stray away from too many questions concerning Ingrid’s late fiancée. She reached out, cupping the girl’s hand with hers on top, “I see. Whatever happened, I’m sorry, Ingrid. Truly I am. No one should have to go through something so tragic.” She hoped that this didn’t sound hypocritical coming out of her mouth since she practically made a living off other people’s heartrending love stories, fictional or nonfictional. Thankfully, it didn’t seem that Ingrid took it the wrong way and she seemed sincerely grateful.

“Thank you, Dorothea. I appreciate it. Glenn and I didn’t have much time together, but what time we did spend…I’ll always treasure those moments.” Ingrid blinked away tears, surprised that she still had any after crying so much that you could have filled a river. Perhaps one could never truly get over such a loss and our minds simply trick ourselves into thinking that we’re past the pain. “Glenn is…was part of the reason why I wanted to become a knight in the first place. He was everything I believed that a knight should be strong, fearless, noble, but most of all, he was kind. All he wanted to do was make his family proud and do right by Dmitri and his kin. And he did…right up until the end.” She wiped away a stray teardrop coursing down her cheek, sniffing loudly in the quiet bedroom of her professor. “I made a vow to honor Glenn and his sacrifice after we laid him to rest. That no matter what, I would walk the path of knighthood like he once did.”

“And your father approves?” Dorothea could tell by Ingrid’s dour expression that that wasn’t the case. “Well, if I may say, I think what you’re doing is nothing short of honorable, Ingrid. You’re a good person, probably one of the best that I’ll ever meet. Don’t look at me like that, my words are true. I’ve seen people play knights in theaters and seen knights myself trotting about in the street with their horses, but it was all for show. One half were actors mimicking what people believed knights should act like, and the others, the seemingly real knights, were wearing masks just the same. To be honest, I never held much faith in knights…until I met the ones here. Alois, Catherine, and you.”

“I’m no knight-”

“But you will be.” Dorothea scooted closer, bringing her face closer to Ingrid. She could practically smell her breath by how close they were, yet Ingrid didn’t stray away. “The most knightly of knights in Fódlan. People from all over will know your name. You’ll be an inspiration for all individuals who yearn to be a knight, men and women alike.”

Ingrid could see Dorothea’s face moving closer, smelling her perfume waft through her nose. ‘She smells so good…did Dorothea always smell this nice?’  Their eyes met for a moment in the shadowy room. There was something there. Had there always been? A feeling so strong, almost like a yearning. Ingrid saw her eyes flicker over at her lips, seeing the songstress lick her own. ‘Is she…does she want to…kiss me?’ The prospect of kissing another woman had never once crossed Ingrid’s mind. She never held or felt any attraction for the members of her gender…at least until now, sort of. Dorothea was beautiful, that much she could admit, but there wasn’t any spark, like the one she felt for Glenn…and what she felt whenever she was near Byleth. ‘First I start having romantic intentions with my teacher, but now one of my friends too?! What is wrong with me? Has this lack of sleep truly made my mind broken?’

Still, there was a curiosity. An urge to know what it was like to feel another’s lips upon one’s own. Ingrid had never kissed Glenn, and if she had the power to do one more thing with him, it would have been to do just that. Just to know what his lips felt like, but he would always assure her that it could wait until they were actually married. The man was noble, almost to a fault. If she had to guess, in his mind, it was because Glenn didn’t want to “taint” her purity should anything happen to him, and she’d be forced to marry another. Whether that was the truth, Ingrid would never know. But now, in this moment, she could finally know what it was like to kiss another.

“Dorothea-”

“Shhhhh…it’s okay. Just trust me.”

And Ingrid did, staying still while Dorothea leaned in closer with her stunning pink lips pursed. The moment their lips touched, tasting the strawberry lipstick on the songstress’s mouth, it was like firebombs were shooting in her head. It was clear that Dorothea had much more experience when it came to this type of stuff. From the way her head tilted enough to allow her tongue to tickle Ingrid’s lips, making the blonde shiver, and moaned when it touched hers. Their tongues almost coiled before Ingrid backed away, still tasting the spittle of the songstress inside her mouth. Covering her mouth with a hand, Ingrid whispered, “…What did I just do?”

Dorothea knew better than to push too quickly, at least in this moment. “We just kissed, my dear Ingrid, and youare no longer a kiss virgin.”

“Kiss virgin?”

“Well, what else would you call it?” Dorothea shrugged.

The sound of the wood door creaking open made the two girls jump and they looked to see their professor holding a tray of three teacups. “Hmm? Why do you two look so scared? Please don’t tell me that you actually believe in Mercedes’s ghost stories. I already had to deal with Bernadetta’s night terrors last night and the last thing I need is to deal with another case of them.” Byleth placed the tray down on the nearby table and grabbed the Albinean Berry for Dorothea and Chamomile for Ingrid. “Here, for each of you.” It was hard to tell in all this darkness, but he could’ve sworn that both of their cheeks appeared red. He looked at Dorothea suspiciously and all he got was a coy wink before she thanked him for the tea. ‘Just what is she planning now?’

“Thank you, Professor.” Ingrid couldn’t stop staring at the floor, too afraid that her eyes would reveal too much. She had kissed a girl. Not just a girl, but one that was one of her closest friends at this academy. What would happen now? Was this a one-time thing? Did Dorothea expect them to become a couple now? What would she tell her father? Should she even mention anything to her father? ‘No, of course not. This is nothing to bother him about. It was just a kiss…and our tongues touched, but only for a second! Ugh, how can she just sit there so calmly like nothing happened!?’ Subtly eyeing the songstress, she was baffled to see her serenely sipping her Albinean tea and stifled the urge to glare.

“Ingrid, are you okay? Is it the tea? I could’ve sworn I heard you mention to Lorenz and Ferdinand that Chamomile was one of your favorites.” Byleth was curious to what could have transpired in the moments that he was away in the dining hall. Clearly, Dorothea had done something to make Ingrid so bashful. Sending another inquisitive stare the singer’s way, all he received was yet another coy wink.

‘I could’ve sworn that talk with Ferdinand and Lorenz happened over a month ago. He really remembered that about me after overhearing only one conversation?’ Ingrid felt her chest tingle. The same way that it did whenever Glenn would smile at her, or talk about her, or just being in the same room as her. “…N-No, the tea is perfect, Professor.” Again, she could feel her cheeks burning, only this time it was because of her teacher’s kindness. Carefully, she blew the steam away from her tea, and sipped it slowly. “Mmm. It tastes great. Thank you again.” She nodded towards her teacher, using the cup to block most of her face.

‘Aaaaaaaaand she’s almost hooked. Time to place some more bait on the line.’ Dorothea cleared her throat. “My my, Professor, have you been working out? Those muscles of yours are positively bulging!” She reached over and squeezed his bicep while eyeing his crotch, which was the place she so desperately wanted to touch even more so. “Mmm, so big and strong. Not to mention it was awfully kind of you to make us some tea so late in the night. A handsome man like you must be such a hit with the ladies, hmm?”

“Dorothea! You shouldn’t be saying such…such things about our teacher!” Ingrid spat out. ‘First, she kisses me! Now she’s blatantly flirting with the professor?! What is the matter with her!?’ She couldn’t tell what she was angrier about; Dorothea flirting with someone else, or because that someone else was Byleth.

“Whaaaaat? Can’t a girl give out compliments? I’m just saying what we’re all thinking.”

“I wasn’t thinking that!”

‘Why am I getting such a bad feeling right now?’ Byleth thought as he sipped his tea.

“Oh really?” Dorothea raised an eyebrow as she looked over at Ingrid. “Are you saying that wasn’t one of the reasons why you like sneaking away while everyone is asleep to visit him?” She playfully jibed while pointing to the professor. “You know, it was just the other night that Annette went looking for you in your room, but you never answered. At first we all thought you were in a deep sleep, but here you sit looking more exhausted than ever. So that begs the question, if you weren’t there, then where were you? And who were you with? Hmm?” She sipped her tea again, while holding back fits of laughter at Ingrid’s reddening face. “I imagine that this isn’t your only night that you’ve scampered off to meet with our teacher. Don’t look so guilty, Ingrid…I’ve done it plenty of times, with much less clothes mind you.”

“PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFT!!!” Byleth sputtered, spitting out his tea in a fit of surprise. He knew that the songstress was up to something, but to reveal the sexual nature of their relationship to Ingrid?

“Wait…” Ingrid began, unsure if what she heard was indeed correct. “…are you saying that…you and the Professor have…had…intercourse?!”

“Mmhmm, several times actually.” Dorothea didn’t miss a beat, coolly sipping her tea.

Another silence fell over the room as Ingrid tried wrapping her head around this illicit secret that Dorothea had blurted out without any care. She immediately looked to Byleth, to see if this was some weird joke from the songstress but seeing him avoid eye contact told her all she needed to know. “By the goddess…”

‘Technically correct, but I can’t say anything about that…yet.’ Putting down her teacup, Dorothea wiped some of the warm liquid away with the back of her hand. “Don’t act so shocked, Ingrid. Sex education is practical in this day and age for women of prestige. Not to mention it’s just rational in general for all classes. I’ll admit, when I first was approached by Lady Rhea about this, I was taken aback as well. But after speaking with her, and experiencing the…education,” Dorothea winked over at Byleth, “firsthand I’ve garnered a wealth of knowledge regarding intercourse and how to practice it safely.” She saw the confusion on both Ingrid’s and Byleth’s face and acted accordingly. “Professor, no need to play the fool any longer. Lady Rhea says its time for Ingrid to receive her courses in sex education, assuming she consents of course.”

“HOLD ON! There was nothing like this on the curriculum. Nowhere did it state that education surrounding i-intercourse would be taught at Garreg Mach.” Ingrid was flabbergasted to say the least. Not only did she discover Dorothea had been sleeping with their teacher behind everyone’s back, but apparently it was due to Archbishop Rhea’s approval? “I need a minute. I need…air.” Quickly, she bolted out of her seat and rushed outside, sucking in as much oxygen as she could. The door closed behind her, not that she cared, and placed her hands on her sides, trying to wrap her head around what was transpiring.

As the door shut, Byleth leapt to his feet, holding his hands in the air as he tried to formulate words. “Dorothea, what are you doing?! You know that there is no ‘sex education’ here at Garreg Mach, least of all under the approval of Lady Rhea. You’re filling Ingrid’s head with bald-faced lies and-” He stopped, watching as Dorothea stood up in front of him and shifted the straps of her lingerie off her shoulders, and saw it pool to her feet. Like always, the songstress looked stunning to him with her slender physique and ample breasts jiggling in the night air. However, immediately his eyes zeroed in on what looked to be a tattoo of sorts emblazoned on her nether regions. “Wait a minute, what is…is that…that’s the Crest of Flames. Why? Why did you-”

“I didn’t, Professor. You did…or, not intentionally any ways. Lady Rhea explained it to me.”

“What? So, you really have spoken with Rhea?”

“That part was truth. The other bits…I’ll admit, I spun a yarn for Ingrid so she didn’t go crazy and end up reporting you to Seteth or someone else in the church. Rhea gave me permission to, so long as it meant that you bedded her.”

“What?!”

“Shh! Not so loud, Professor. I still hear Ingrid outside breathing. Rather loudly too, I will add. She definitely needs a good, long night with you, Professor. This insomnia of hers is really starting to mess with her.” Dorothea quickly pulled up her night dress. “Listen, I get that you’re confused. Trust me, so was I when Lady Rhea explained your role as the Goddess’s Chosen.”

“The Goddess’s what? Dorothea no, I’m not anything like that.”

Dorothea chuckled at the expression of shock on her teacher’s face. Not much could get through his stoic demeanor, so when he looked genuinely surprised, it was a momentous occasion. “Rhea told me that you’d say that. But that’s only because the Goddess has yet to reveal Her true plan to you. Only when the time is right and you’re ready to receive Her love, will she reveal Herself. Haven’t you felt different since coming here, where the Goddess is at her most powerful? A yearning to love, and to be loved by others? Rhea, myself, Catherine, Shamir, Hilda-yes, Professor, I know about them too. We’ve been keeping a close eye on you and it’s clear to us, or rather the Archbishop, that the Goddess is working through you.”

Byleth could not believe what he was hearing. In many ways, he was just like Ingrid, on the verge of a nervous breakdown. But he kept his cool, having been taught to keep a level head by his father’s mercenary teachings. After all, stupid impulses were the death of all mercenaries. “I don’t…what you’re saying…what Rhea is telling you…I can’t believe it. Even if the Goddess was real, there’s no way that she would choose me. I’m the Ashen Demon, a killer. There are other…much better people out there that deserve Her eye and praise than me. This is a mistake.”

Dorothea only shook her head as she walked closer to her teacher. She stood on the tips of her toes and kissed him on the lips, leaving a lipstick mark of her lips on his mouth. “Rhea said you’d say that too. You’re so hard on yourself. Whatever you were in the past…it’s the past. You are who you are now. Maybe you weren’t a good person back then, or maybe you were but you could never act on those good impulses, but here at Garreg Mach, you’re good. That’s the Byleth I know. Who we all know. Not the Ashen Demon.” Placing a hand on his chest, she planted her forehead next to her hand. ‘Still no heartbeat…? After everything that I said? How does he do that?’

“Dorothea, I-”

“I accept!”

The two turned to see Ingrid standing in his room again with the door swinging open and then shut. She quickly noticed the two’s intimate posture, as well as Dorothea’s lipstick mark on the professor’s lips. “Hmph. All this talk about sex education, it seems farfetched to me, yet Dorothea said with so much conviction that I almost believe it. Maybe she’s just that good of an actor…or maybe she’s telling the truth.” Ingrid let out another heavy sigh. “Exhaustion. That’s all I feel at this point. What I need is to burn off all this excess stress that’s been building up. Usually I’d grab a sword or lance and start swinging, but I can barely move my arms as I am now. So, that leaves me with one other option.” Brushing past the two and pushing them apart, much to the mild irk of the songstress, Ingrid sat down on the bed and tried her best to not look so tired. “Sex. I want it. Or, rather, I think I need it. Anything to get these stupid marriage proposals off my mind. I’ve…I’ve put this type of education off for too long. I don’t want to lose another opportunity to experience of one life’s greater pleasures.”

“But are you sure-”

“Yes, I’m sure, Professor.” Ingrid interrupted, squeezing the covers beneath her hands. “Pardon for interrupting you. I’m…I’m willing to give you two the benefit of the doubt for now. However. Come tomorrow, I will be speaking with Archbishop Rhea about this “sex education” and if I’ve found out that I’ve been lied to, then I will be reporting this to both her and Seteth. Are we clear?”

Dorothea was the first to respond, hardly able to contain her giddiness. “Crystal! Oh, Ingrid, you’re going to feel so much better after the Professor is done with you. Trust me, he has the touch of the divine, heehee!” Hastily, she grabbed Ingrid and pulled her off the bed. “Go on, Professor. Sit! Time to teach Ingrid lesson number one!”

Byleth, unsure of how to react, simply did as he was told. He sat down on his bed in front of the two girls. “Okay.”

“Good good.” Dorothea rubbed her hands together as her tongue was peeking out between her lips. She turned to Ingrid who was sashaying back and forth, eyes blinking slowly. Snapping her fingers in front of the blonde to wake her up, she motioned to the ground and got to her knees in front of their teacher. Ingrid slowly followed suit, looking quite confused. “Ingrid, what do you know about oral sex?”

“ORAL-” Ingrid stopped herself, remembering what she signed up for. “…ugh, I believe it has something to with using one’s mouth to…pleasure a man’s… special area.” She waved her hand over the professor’s crotch.

“Penis, Ingrid. It’s called a penis.”

“…Please don’t make me say that word.”

“Okay. Cock works fine. Dick too, if that’s better.”

“…How about manhood? Can I use that word?”

Dorothea nodded. “Mmm, that word works fine! Okay then, what we are about to do is pull down the professor’s trousers, thus exposing his pe-erm-manhood to us two. Afterwards, we’ll need to see if he’s soft, although let’s be honest why would he be? Have you seen the two of us?” She winked over to Byleth, who was staring at her with a frown. “…Anyways, moving on. If he’s soft, we’ll need to entice him using our bodies to make him, hmm, bigger so to speak. Once the professor has hardened his resolve, then we can work our mouth magic, hee-hee.”

Ingrid squinted her eyes towards the songstress, taking note of the extra exuberance in her tone. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”

“Hmm, a teensy bit. This is my first-time experiencing sex with another girl present. One could say that I have “first night jitters.” I’m just so happy that we’re doing this together, Ingrid!” Dorothea grabbed Ingrid’s hands, swaying them excitedly in the air.

Unfortunately, the blonde knight-in-training didn’t look as enthused. “Uh-huh. So I just…take off his pants?” She watched Dorothea nod in response. “Okay then…here I go.” Tentatively, Ingrid moved her hands over to the professor’s pants. They made eye contact for a second, making her face feel hot. “Professor, don’t take this the wrong way, but could you not…look at me when I’m doing this?”

“Sure…” Byleth acquiesced and turned his head up towards the ceiling. “…Your hands feel very soft by the way.”

“…Thank you.” Ingrid’s face flushed even more after hearing that. ‘I guess Annette’s hand creams really did come in handy after all.’ With her fingers clasped around the rim of the trousers, she pulled them down, with the help of Byleth moving his legs to assist. Once the pants were gone, out flopped his erection, already brimming with energy as it thumped in the air, veins bulging. “Oh…wow.” Her eyes widened, this being the first actual penis she’d actually seen. She noted the whitish liquid peeking out of the slit area and pointed to it. “Is that-”

“Semen. And what a perfect sphere of delicious semen it looks to be.” Dorothea licked her lips, drawing closer to the tip. “Come closer, Ingrid. Really get a close look at it!” She noticed the nervousness of the blonde and gave her a reassuring pat on the back. “Don’t be so nervous, manhoods don’t bite. They throb and wriggle a lot, but that’s about it.”

“And grow by the looks of it. Really…really big.” Ingrid gulped. Suddenly, the penis throbbed again, causing the semen to drip downwards, hanging by a long and thin strand. She was startled at first but saw Dorothea catch it with the tip of her finger, eyes glistening with a hunger Ingrid had never seen before in the songstress. Then, the auburn-haired singer moved the semeny strand closer to her lips, peeking out her tongue, and dragged the semen across it. The sight was depraved, seeing the songstress licking the professor’s seed like it was candy, seeming to enjoy it as much too by the way her face contorted into an expressive display of euphoria.

“Mmmm, so good~! Oh, I could lap up your cum all day, Professor.” Dorothea let out a quiet squee, barely able to contain the urge to jump Byleth’s bones. “Come on, Ingrid, now follow my lead. Time to payback the professor for everything he’s done for us.” With a husky giggle, the songstress placed her lips onto their teacher’s throbbing shaft, feeling the veins pulse beneath.

Ingrid saw Dorothea licking her lips greedily as she gazed at the professor’s throbbing manhood. A brief stint of anxiety flooded the blonde’s mind as she moved closer to the erect cock. Whenever they opened their mouths to breathe, hot breath escaped their wet lips, stimulating the sensitive head of Byleth’s cock. They didn’t even need to touch him. Their warm breath, the perfect distance away from his rock-hard phallus, was enough to make it twitch and throb.

“Wow…” Ingrid was in awe, which made the songstress beside her giggle in amusement.

“It’s big, isn’t it? Don’t be shy, move closer, Ingrid. Get a nice whiff of our professor’s perfect manhood.”

Their sweet whispers tickled the sensitive skin of Byleth’s cock, sending shivers racing up his spine. Thick strings of pre-cum leaked from the swollen tip, dripping down the shaft like moments ago. “Hrgh!” Byleth grunted, his left eye and cock twitching in unison from how turned on he was. Hurry up, he wanted to tell them, but he knew that patience was the best practice since this was Ingrid’s first experience. He wondered how far they could take this tonight, imagining himself actually having sex with the yellow-haired novice knight. ‘No, that would be too fast. The last thing I need is to scare her. Besides, she’s barely hanging on as it is.’ Byleth could see how tired Ingrid appeared, her dozy eyes switching between exhaustion and arousal.

In an effort to speed things up, Byleth tried shifting his cock closer to Dorothea, but felt his hand accidentally slip on the covers, ending up forcing his erection to collide onto Ingrid’s lips. He saw how startled she looked to have his cock forcibly thrust upon her mouth. Thankfully, Dorothea was there to assist, showing her by pressing her mouth against the shaft how to properly pleasure his dick. Together, the two girls pressed their lips around the shaft of Byleth’s erection, sensing the pleasurable vibrations it made from their mouths. All of it made him groan in ecstasy from the immoral sight of two of his treasured students using their mouths to deliver hedonistic euphoria.

“Ahhh…Ingrid! Dorothea!” Byleth called out their names as the rest of his body was starting to grow numb from the pleasure erupting through his crotch. The sounds that they made, the slurping of their mouths, the spit that dripped from their open maws, all of it was filling him with the primal urge of satisfaction. To know that these women craved his body, his seed, worshipping him with every lick and kiss they placed on his cock and balls. Byleth was confused, never having felt something like this before. The image of Dorothea’s body marked with his crest blipped into his mind again. ‘Does it have something to do with that Crest…my Crest?’  Before Byleth could think any further on the subject, his focus was stolen away from hearing Ingrid let out another gasp.

“Agh, Professor, your-your stuff is getting on my lips.” Ingrid gasped, smacking her lips together as the stickiness of cum clung to them. “It tastes…mmm…mmmmmmm…surprisingly good? Citrusy. Like-”

“Pineapple?” Dorothea guessed, also enjoying the new taste of her professor’s cum.

“Yes!” Ingrid yelled, only to immediately cover her mouth and whisper much quieter, “I mean, y-yes.”

“Mmm, I like it. Professor, you should ingest more citrus into your diet. To you know, add some flavor. Aha, n-not that your semen didn’t taste wonderful before.” Dorothea laughed awkwardly.

“…Sure.” Byleth never thought he’d hear a person ask him to ingest specific foods to better enhance his semen quality. Not even Bayleth had done that…yet anyways. They kept their tongues moving after, slurping up more of the cum that was oozing out of his slit, which sent ticklish pleasure through his cock. As if she was desperate for even more, Dorothea then wrapped her whole mouth around the head of his erection, moving her tongue along his weak spots. That meant that Ingrid was relegated to his veiny shaft and balls, which made her grumble something about “selfish songstresses” under her breath before shifting to focus there.

Dorothea bobbed her head back and forth, her warm mouth assaulting the professor’s penis from every angle. The sudden pleasure made his dick throb, feeling it hit against the back of her throat. Even though Byleth’s cock was enormous, thanks to her years of training her throat to better vocalize lyrics, she was able to take every inch that he thrusted into her. Ingrid couldn’t help but notice how much of a professional Dorothea seemed to be in the art of oral sex. Clearly, the girl had lots of practice thanks to Byleth’s expert teaching. She wondered if she’d be able to do the same, about to tap the singer’s shoulder before holding back. It appeared that she’d been noticed by their professor, feeling an understanding tap on her head.

“Dorothea, you’re forgetting your place. Ingrid is here to learn, remember?” Byleth didn’t mean to come off as stern, but ever since his nights with Hilda, he learned that sometimes that type of attitude was needed. Luckily for him, it seemed that Dorothea also responded positively to his strict bravado, slowly pulling the tight grip that her mouth had around his pulsating shaft off, causing his erection to fling outward and bobble in the air before standing rigidly up, shining with the songstress’s saliva covering it. “Ingrid, you may proceed.”

“O-Oh…okay then.” Ingrid’s fingers trembled as she wrapped them around the humongous phallus. It weighed heavy in her hand, slightly startled at feeling it throb. The weight of it was assisted when Dorothea helped her grab the cock, pushing it closer towards her mouth. She inhaled some of the scent, her body quivering from the smell of cum and saliva. Dorothea got behind her, massaging her shoulders, as lips pressed against her neck. The kisses were enough to cause her to moan shamefully, being kissed by one of her classmates while holding the phallus of her favorite professor. All of it was enough to cause her to nearly drive her over the edge but managed to stave it off just barely. “The scent is driving me crazy…”

“Mhmm, it has a tendency to do that. My advice? Just go with the flow and don’t fight it.” Dorothea whispered into Ingrid’s ear, licking the lobe tenderly, while chuckling with a seductive flair.

Byleth watched as the songstress teased her fellow classmate. Those breasts of hers, round and perfectly shaped, mashed against the taut back of Ingrid. The sexy sight almost made him ejaculate all over the two but stopped himself by gripping his fists tightly. That concentration was beginning to break however as soon as Ingrid’s timid lips wrapped around his tip. Throwing his head back while moaning her name, he had to fight himself from thrusting deeper into her warm mouth. “Ingrid! You feel…you’re doing excellent! Just like that! Keep going, slowly. Don’t force yourself to go deep like D-Dorothea did. Go at your own p-pace.” And she did just that, slowly bobbing her head around the tip, choosing to focus her efforts there rather than try to devour the entirety of his cock like the songstress tried.

“Good, good. Look at how much the professor is trembling, Ingrid. You’re doing great. Here, let me grab his balls for you.” Dorothea reached under Ingrid’s armpit, purposefully grazing her right breast with her forearm, as she wrapped a hand around Byleth’s scrotum. “Oops, sorry.” She apologized, though she continued rubbing her arm against the blonde’s bosom. “Wow, Professor, your balls feel so heavy. You must really want to fill innocent Ingrid’s mouth with your thick, delicious semen, huh?” Laughing, her fingers caressed his balls, imagining they were Ingrid’s breasts, which made her drool a tiny bit on said girl’s neck by genuine accident. “Mmm, watch me, Ingrid. Watch my hand as I satisfy our professor’s big, gigantic balls. Oooh~! I can see him throbbing in your tight mouth. He’s so close…I can practically taste it.” Dorothea stuck out her tongue, dragging it up across Ingrid’s neck to her cheek before laying a kiss on her face. “You’re so gorgeous, Ingrid.” She whispered dreamily.

Ingrid’s body felt hot. Hotter than she ever thought it could get. She wanted to rip off her sleepwear, that’s how hot she felt. That hotness was emanating from her core, near her crotch mostly, feeling her womanhood soak her panties below. Her eyes were dull with lust, still bobbing her head, while slurping up more precum and gulping it down with little regard for how loud she sounded. ‘Professor, you taste so good. Mmm, I want more. Give me more!’ And as if the Goddess could hear her, that depraved wish was granted, hearing Byleth grunt aloud, leading to a heavy stream of cum erupting into her mouth. Not having any experience in swallowing such a massive load, Ingrid tried her best in keeping the semen contained, but couldn’t help the small streams of cum from leaking out the sides of her lips.

“Mmm~! Allow me!” Dorothea eagerly lapped up the cum that was staining Ingrid’s face, slipping her tongue within the corner of her mouth when she was finished, which led to another passionate kiss from the two. Their tongues embraced each other while sliding over Byleth’s concurrent ejaculating cock. Both the scene of his two female students kissing as their tongues simultaneously pleasured his tip made his orgasm last several minutes longer than it normally did. Once he finally stopped, Dorothea made sure to clean out Ingrid’s cum-filled mouth with her voracious tongue, all while their teacher watched in the background. They continued with their oral sex lesson for the remainder of the night, watching as Ingrid improved with every ejaculation she brought to her favorite teacher with the help of the horny songstress.