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"Knock knock," came a familiar voice from the office door.
Just hearing those few words from his wife had King Dimitri breathing easier. Nothing comforted him as much as Byleth's presence.
He set down his quill to give her his full attention. "Beloved! You are a welcome sight. How did your checkup with Mercedes go?"
She wore a sly little smile he didn't quite understand as she sat on the corner of his desk. There were no ceremonies or visitors today, so she was dressed down. In fact, she had dusted off her old mercenary gear, and he couldn't take his eyes off her thighs, wrapped in that familiar lace and tantalizingly close to his hand. Only a few inches stood in the way of squeezing that tempting flesh, of sliding over to the lush valley between her legs--
He shook himself. This was no time to be having those kinds of thoughts about his beautiful wife, now mother of his child.
It had just been so long since they'd been able to be intimate, their only physical contact chaste kisses and cuddles. Prince Alexandre was nearly two months old now, and Byleth's body was still recovering. Of course, when her health and well-being were at stake, he was more than willing to wait as long as she asked. He would lay still beside her, hard and wanting, every night for the rest of his life, if that's what it took to keep from hurting her.
(He really hoped that wasn't what it took.)
Still, that lace had been driving him mad with desire since he was a student, tormented by fantasies of his professor every night. She had to have known what she was doing to him.
"The checkup went well," she answered.
Casually, she leaned back and rested her weight on her arms, tossing her hair back over her shoulders. The motion exposed her slender neck and provided a clear view of her cleavage-- both perfect places to leave his mark on her. Her breasts, distracting at the best of times, were fuller now, almost spilling out of the neckline of her shirt. He licked his chapped lips, trying to rein in his lustful thoughts.
"I'm glad to hear your recovery is progressing well, my love," he said.
"Mercedes said I'm clear to resume all my normal activities."
His face lit up like a child on their birthday. "We can spar again?"
She stared at him for a moment, then burst into a breathy chuckle. "Yes, we can spar, Dimitri," she said. Fixing him with a penetrating look, she added, "As well as... other activities that involve grabbing each other and rolling around."
His brain ceased all function for a few seconds until her words clicked. "Oh," he whispered. "Oh. That's, er, good."
Dimitri was a far better man than he had been when Byleth returned to them after five years of sleeping. His basest desires and animal instincts no longer ruled him. He was a gentleman, a king.
Gentlemen and kings did not take their wives on the desk in the middle of the day the second permission was granted. No, he and Byleth could be together tonight-- only if she wanted, of course-- when he could prepare and worship her the way she deserved.
Over and over again, preferably, until his seed dripped from her for days, sure to take root and provide him with another heir. Maybe twins this time, so her belly would swell even further, and he'd have to come up with creative new positions to take her in--
He shook himself. Certainly not! Byleth was his cherished wife and queen, not his personal breeding vessel. Although they had discussed having multiple children, he would not force such a burden on her again so soon.
"Dimitri?" she asked, pulling his awareness back to the present. Her smirk told him she knew what he had been thinking about.
He cleared his throat, and to a lesser degree, his filthy mind. "Well, that's excellent news, Beloved. I look forward to, er, pursuing that avenue... at your convenience, of course! I would never-- what?"
Byleth had wrinkled her nose and was, to his surprise, pouting. "You make it sound like a new bridge project," she grumbled, turning away from him and crossing her arms. "I thought you'd want to take me right here. Is it because my body has changed?"
"Are you insane?" he asked, truly shocked. Did she not know what she did to him, how thoughts of her body consumed him, the depths of his depraved fantasies about her?
Well, making a lady feel unwanted would be the very height of ungentlemanly conduct, would it not?
He put a hand on each of her hips and slid her down the desk so they were face to face, those perfect thighs straddling his chair. They were so opposed in size that he could easily kiss her despite her higher position. Instead of a tender kiss, though, he snatched her hand and guided it to the front of his trousers. She gasped when she felt him already fully hard for her. Truth be told, he had been since she came in.
"Beloved," he growled. "If you have any doubts as to how much I desire you, I'm afraid I have no choice but to show you, right here and now."
"Okay," she breathed, stunned by the quick change in his attitude.
Now he kissed her, gentle and loving despite his desperate state. He guided her head to the angle where their mouths slotted perfectly together. Her hands came to either side of his neck, thumbs stroking the line of his jaw. The pads of her fingers grazed the stubble that inevitably appeared by the end of each day, the friction causing an involuntary shiver to run down his neck.
His hands dropped down to stroke her thighs the way he had imagined, digging his fingers in to feel the rough texture of the lace catch against his callouses.
"So you did wear these to torture me," he teased against her lips when they broke for air.
"Oh, do you like them?" she asked, eyes sparkling with amusement.
That minx knew exactly how he felt about these tights. When Faerghus and Sreng finally signed a peace treaty, Sylvain had convinced the king to have just one more pint of ale than usual at the feast, and his loose tongue confessed all his pathetic schoolboy fantasies to Byleth that night. Since then, she'd brought them out whenever he'd been especially good-- or especially bad.
His mouth set to work on her neck, dragging his teeth and tongue down to the hollow of her collarbone, where he bit down and sucked. He wanted to show her how much he desired her, but he didn't mind everyone else knowing, too. His beastly instinct to claim hadn't entirely faded away.
He ran his tongue around the shell of her ear and said in a breathy voice, "Goddess, Byleth. I've missed this."
"Me too," she agreed and turned her head to kiss him again.
There was more hunger between them now. She took hold of his hair at the nape of his neck and tightened just enough to pinch. It danced on the edge of that glorious pain-pleasure he loved. He needed more of it, more of her.
An annoyed growl escaped him. They weren't close enough. He wanted every single inch of his body touched by her warmth. Without losing contact with her plush lips, he stood from the chair and eased her onto her back.
Similarly starved for closeness, she wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist, pulling their bodies flush together.
He draped himself over her, and she moaned when his erection ground against her through their clothes. She reached for his cock, but he danced his hips out of her reach.
"Dimitri?"
"Another time, beloved. Right now, I want to worship you. You say your body is different, and you're right. It's even more exquisite now that it has brought my child into the world. Please, let me show you."
"Fine. But next time I get to do the same to you," she said petulantly.
He chuckled as his hands explored her body, fingertips grazing just under the hem of her shirt. "I think I can live with that."
He peeled her top off, revealing the full softness of her breasts, just the sight of which cause him to groan. Byleth had mentioned they were extra sensitive, so he didn't attack them in the ravenous manner he wanted to. Her nipples hardened as he swirled his tongue around them gently.
"Oh, Dimitri," she keened. "More, please."
Apparently, their time apart had affected his wife, too, and he felt a tug of pride before reminding himself to focus. His tongue kept up its work on her right breast while he reached up to palm her left, watching in satisfaction how it filled and spilled over even in his large hands. He licked a sloppy line up the valley between her tits and sucked another mark onto the top of one. She may have trouble covering that one with her usual clothes tomorrow.
Oh well.
His progress shifted downwards now, taking care not to neglect a single inch of skin. He scratched gently with his fingernails down her sides while he left kisses and nips from the underside of her breasts to her navel. Her stomach got special attention, since it so recently sheltered and nurtured their child. Despite her strength and fitness, she had always been impossibly soft here. Now that softness extended to her sides and gloriously, her hips, now pliable enough for him to dig his fingers into. A pleasant vision drifted into his mind, of holding onto her there as he fucked her, using his grip as leverage to spear her harder onto his cock. Something to look forward to.
Finally, he unbuttoned her shorts and glanced up to make sure she was still up for more.
"Please," she begged, and her already wrecked face dispelled any doubts he had.
When her shorts were discarded, he rubbed two fingers over her pussy and was surprised to feel her dripping with wetness already. Had she soaked through all those layers? Upon closer inspection, she wore no panties underneath her tights, the delicate lace the only barrier left between them.
"Beloved," he rasped. "You... you planned to seduce me, didn't you?"
She gave a shy smile, and oh, he would never tire of that expression, even if he lived another thousand years.
"You're always so passionate and know all the most romantic things to say. I wanted to be the one to surprise you for once."
"You've certainly succeeded in that."
It was true that long ago, he had initially thought her emotionless, but that had before he'd known the first thing about her. He knew now the depth of her emotions. She showed her love and care every day in a hundred little ways. Undeserving as he was, he never doubted her devotion to him.
He couldn't complain about her method of convincing him, though. Having come to him, wet and ready, splayed out beautifully before him, she was driving him to new heights of arousal.
A wicked idea struck him. He stroked her again until his finger caught on one of the thinner areas of lace. Then he hooked his finger in and pulled, exposing her to him without having to give up the sight of her tempting tights. As soon as the tear was large enough, he plunged mouth-first into her pussy.
Oh, it was like coming home, just as incredible as he remembered. Her folds were like silk against his tongue, and he'd never been so thankful for his recovering sense of taste. Rather than go straight for her clit, he took some time to reacquaint himself with his favorite place in all of Fodlan, mapping out the minute changes in her body. He ran his tongue up and down between her outer folds, dipped the tip inside her to draw more of her slick to his mouth, and then lost himself, simply flattening his tongue and taking long, indulgent swipes the entire length of her slit.
Byleth was writhing under his attentions, clearly sensitive after not being touched for so long. Her back arched up off the desk, and she wailed loud enough for anyone walking by to hear. Hopefully she'd thought to lock the door on her way in, but he didn't care if anyone saw him on his knees for her. A king he may be, but even a king kneels to a goddess.
Exploring her was heavenly, but he was anxious to see her come apart for him. His tongue settled on her clit, making practiced circles in the way she liked. Her gasps turned to low moans, and when he pressed a finger into her carefully, they grew louder. Another finger joined the first, and he curled them inwards. He could feel her legs trembling on either side of his face. Selfishly, he replaced his tongue with his thumb, so he could stand up to watch her face as she lost herself to pleasure.
Dried tear tracks marked her face, she was red from her chest to her ears, and her hair was utterly disheveled. Goddess, but she was beautiful like this.
As she came down from euphoria, he withdrew his fingers and leaned down to kiss her again.
"Good girl," he praised. "Byleth, if that's all you can do for now--"
"No," she said emphatically, grabbing two fistfuls of his shirt to bring him closer and crush their lips together with bruising strength. "Give me another, Dimitri."
"Sorry?"
"Another child. Please, take me, give me your seed."
The beast inside him reveled in her words. But the man who loved her dearly advised caution. He tried to retreat in order to think more rationally, but she held him firm by his shirt. "Beloved, I-- nothing would make me happier than see you round with my child again, but... So soon? Are you certain?"
"Yes, I want everyone to see that I belong to you, again and again."
His willpower was helpless against such an impassioned plea from his queen.
"You know I could never deny you anything, Beloved. So if you want my seed, I will fuck you night and day until it takes root."
He pulled her towards him until her ass teetered on the edge, then unbuttoned his own trousers to free his cock. As riled up as he was from Byleth's request, he forced himself to go slowly as he began to push in. Only the tip entered at first, stretching her open slowly and coating the head of his cock with her slick.
With incredible willpower, he pulled completely out, then entered her again just a fraction more. He repeated this several times, his eyes alternating between Byleth's face to gauge her comfort level and the gorgeous sight of his cock splitting her open. He went to withdraw again, but she wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him in, taking his entire length all at once.
"For the Goddess' sake," she panted. "I'm ready!"
He dare not keep her waiting any longer. He readjusted her legs over his forearms. Normally he would throw them over his shoulders, knowing she was flexible enough for the unnatural position, but he figured he should be gentler than his boarish instincts demanded.
"Oh, Byleth," he panted. "You feel... so good."
It didn't seem possible, but her wet heat wrapped around his cock felt even better than he remembered. She was made for him-- no, they were made for each other, two broken halves that somehow became stronger than the whole when connected.
His thrusts gradually grew stronger and faster until he finally felt confident that he wasn't going to hurt her. The desk shook as he let go of his inhibitions and plowed into her in the way he'd been fantasizing about for two months.
"Yes," she encouraged. "Like that, my love."
The royal study was filled with the obscene sounds of her wetness and his hips slapping against her skin, but they were beyond caring in their haze of pleasure.
He moved her limbs like a doll, resting her ankles on his shoulders and pressing forward, nearly folding her in half like he had been too afraid to at first. But she didn't complain. In fact, she let out one long, stuttered moan as he drove into the spot he knew made her go practically feral.
His lips captured hers to try and convey some small fraction of his feelings for her. Her hands grabbed both sides of his face urgently, holding him in place while her tongue explored his mouth.
He reached down to attend to her clit, the rough pad of his thumb applying a gentle pressure she could grind herself against. That was all it took to push her over the edge. Her body locked up and her mouth hung open in unfettered bliss.
The powerful orgasm caused her walls to tighten around him, and he knew he wasn't destined to last much longer, either. How could he, with his goddess underneath him, wrecked and begging? His desperate thrusts were probably pushing the desk across the room at this point, but it was only a few more before he buried himself in her and came hard. Thick spurts of his seed filled her to the brim. The euphoria of his orgasm seemed to last an impossibly long time, all his pent up desire for his beloved contained in one intense release.
He stayed inside her in the aftermath of their vigorous lovemaking, sated and content. Not only was he reluctant to relinquish their physical connection, he had also made a promise to his queen. He dare not let his seed leak out of her prematurely.
Her thighs shook, so he released her legs and massaged everywhere he could reach. Neither spoke, but the smiles and adoring touches they shared said what words could not. He brushed her sweaty, disheveled hair out of her face and dropped kisses on her eyelids, her forehead, the tip of her nose.
"This workday has taken quite a pleasant turn," he teased.
"Mmmm," was the only response she could manage.
Now that his lust had been sated, he felt a wave of tender affection for his wife.
"Byleth, thank you. For everything. For saving me, for marrying me, for--"
She pulled his head to her chest. "Shhhh. Don't forget all you have done for me, Dimitri. You deserve all the love in the world."
She'd expressed similar sentiments before, but with the combination of her surprise visit, the physical exertion, and their close embrace, her confession brought tears to his eyes. Byleth pulled up his eye patch and gently wiped the tears from his damaged eye.
No matter what she said, he didn't think he'd ever fully believe that he deserved her, deserved this life. But so long as he drew breath, he would strive to be a man worthy of her.
Finally (and reluctantly), he withdrew from her, cock already back to half hardness at the prospect of taking her again later.
Helping her stand up on shaky legs, he said, "I think I'm just about done for the day, beloved. Why don't we get cleaned up and head to dinner?"
The mention of food always made her face light up. "Yes please, I'm starving!"
His fingertips skimmed over her belly as he whispered in her ear, "You'll have to eat up, because I don't plan on letting you rest until I've fulfilled my promise."
Her eyes went dark with want, and they decided to have a hearty dinner sent to their room instead.
A few months later, the people of Faerghus rejoiced at the news that another royal baby was on the way. Many interpreted their good fortune to be Sothis bestowing her blessing on the newly united nation.
Dimitri knew the truth, though. No mere goddess could hold a candle to his beloved Byleth, and he would worship only her for the rest of his days.