Together Before the End (Ingrid/Byleth from Fire Emblem)

Byleth was struggling to breathe.

There was just too much blood-- too much carnage, and the multitude of it all was making him feel fear, not for himself, but another.

He was used to brutal fights; he had participated in his fair share of them during his mercenary days, and while they dwindled when he became a professor at Garreg Mach Monastery, he had noticed the brutality had started to creep back to his normality.

But this? This fight was… too much.

He had just slain an Adrestian soldier without remorse. They had tried to ambush him, like they had done so the last… nine or so times.

But the flow of time was on his side… and it was as much of a gift as it was a curse.

He had participated in this same battle numerous times now… and none of his attempts had ended in victory.

Beating back the Adrestisn Empire and securing the defense of Garreg Mach wasn’t the hard part. He had been close to victory many times before, and this was yet another case of their victory being close at hand.

The problem was his students.

During the last loop, he had tried to convince them not to participate in the battle. He knew the enemy strategies off by heart by this point, so he believed that information would turn the tides, and that those he cared about would remain safe.

But they were just as stubborn as he was. Dimitri’s mental state not being so adequate certainly wasn’t beneficial, but at least Byleth hadn’t seen him die… yet.

The others? He had seen most of them get killed, most during this battle. The Adrestian Empire cared not for mercy.

...and every time he heard of a death, or was the unfortunate one to discover the corpse… he reset.

But Byleth wasn’t a god, even if the goddess was now a part of him. This power, while awesome, was not infinite. His ability to loop was cruel, rejuvenating its charge over time… but only when a certain amount of time had passed for him, not the world.

He could only loop one more time. He had to make sure everyone made it through the battle. He refused to let anyone die. He had made that vow to himself long ago.

The battle during this loop had gone well so far, but he knew he shouldn't get overconfident.

His triumph over the enemy and his general knowledge of future events proved to be a significant morale boost to his allies… but that meant some had gotten cocky, taking on enemies a little too tough for them. He had already bailed Felix and Sylvain out of certain deaths.

But there was one other who had gotten a little too courageous for their own good.

Ingrid.

She was perhaps the one student he was the closest to out of them all, and it was her safety that weighed down on his heart, even if it could not beat.

Her contribution to the battlefield had been heroic, but she had taken off without warning, claiming she was going to scout ahead.

It wasn’t the constant fighting that was making Byleth such a nervous, sweaty wreck.

It was the knowledge that he knew the area Ingrid had soared off to…

...was a trap.

It had taken Annette’s life a few loops prior. It was an open area of the town, and archers were waiting behind abandoned homes, ready to besiege the enemy at a moment’s notice. Annette and her battalion didn’t stand a chance… and even now, Mercedes’s screams still rung prominently in his ears.

Previous foes were far easier to deal with than this. The Adrestian Empire, at least their foot soldiers, had not been told to take prisoners. It wouldn’t be surprising to him if Those Who Slither in the Dark had a role to play in the carnage, for Edelgard couldn’t be that cruel… surely?

Byleth was trying his hardest to get to Ingrid’s location as soon as possible, but the onslaught of enemies, even if they were effortless to deal with, was still slowing him down. As every second passed, his worry amplified.

Deep down, he knew her fate was likely set in stone... but he held out for a miracle.

He didn’t know what he would do if he saw her… saw her…

“Not Ingrid… not Ingrid… not Ingrid… please…” he silently mumbled, slicing a charging warrior out of the way. He hastily dismounted a cavalier by grabbing them with the Sword of the Creator and forcing them off. He took advantage of the abandoned steed, mounting it swiftly and seizing control so he could get to Ingrid’s location as soon as possible.

Finally, he turned past the wall that would lead to the open courtyard… and what he saw…

Byleth was suddenly thrown off the steed without warning, his shock loosening his grip. The stained ground did not hurt him nearly as much as how much agony his heart was presently in.

Ingrid’s pegasus was laid down on the ground, resting in a pool of its own blood. Not too far, he saw Lúin, pulsating madly, a trait that indicated much of its power had been used, and then…

Countless corpses, the majority belonging to the Adrestian Empire…

...but the one that didn’t…

Byleth’s eyes grew blurry, and his ears began to ring. The Sword of the Creator slipped out of its hand, and instinct guided him closer. An inferno raged on around him thanks to the burning buildings… but one even stronger was building up inside.

She had gone out fighting.

But she had also died while in excruciating pain.

He hated how he could tell that.

No enemy remained. Excluding her, sixteen bodies were littered around the courtyard. Ingrid’s body was…

Byleth threw up, falling onto his knees.

He had seen gruesome deaths before. He had been the cause of many. Those… he could stomach. It was something no one should get used to, but he had.

The corpses of his students was a different story. They always unnerved him, and made him shiver, and especially recently, made him cry.

But those tears were never as strong as they could have been, for he could always reset. Every time he woke up, he promised himself to never let that tragedy happen again. The majority of the time, he never needed more than a single loop to make things right.

...not only was this the first time he had lost Ingrid… he was also dangerously low on his Divine Pulse.

He only had one more use left.

They were so close too.

Hubert and the Death Knight had been routed, forced to retreat. Numerous reinforcements had been dealt with as well. All that remained was the Emperor herself, and a handful of her squadrons.

...but one of those battalions was the group of archers, and once again, they had taken somebody he cared about.

His eyes drifted to Ingrid’s corpse once again, and he hurled.

In the back of his mind, he could hear foes approaching… but he didn't care.

A small part of her face remained untainted. He gradually lifted his hand, stroking it gently.

“I’m so sorry, Ingrid,” he mourned her, unable to even hear his own voice cohesively. His tears, and ragged breathing, had corrupted it. “I’m so sorry… so sorry…”

This was it, wasn’t it? He had only one use left, and every single time, somebody died. If he had… maybe five or more charges, he could maybe do it…

He wanted more time.

He needed more time.

Every single loop had brought him back to the beginning of the battle. There was only so much preparation one could do during those moments.

He could hear footsteps. Somebody was trying to ambush them.

So be it.

At least, in this timeline, he would die next to her. It was tragically poetic.

Byleth started to channel the power he needed to jump through time. He could feel the magical, yet weakened energy, echo all around him.

Then… just to be cruel one last time, his eyes drifted to her.

He felt so much horror. So much regret. So much grief.

“Please… more time… I need more time…”

The rivers of time once again started to flow.

But what Byleth failed to see, was that the waterfall of destiny… had crept a little further away.

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Byleth awoke with a startle, though it was a sensation he was more than used to.

...but rather than see himself surrounded by his students, all geared up and ready to go to war, and the Adrestian Army marching on the horizon… he saw… his room?

For a moment, Byleth was terrified.

It was plausible that he had merely lost consciousness, and that somebody had saved him. That meant that the battle was over, and while it had yet to be seen whether they had won or not… it mattered little to him.

She was gone forever, wasn’t she?

Byleth sat up, giving himself time to breathe. This wasn’t the time to drown himself in so much anxiety.

If he wanted answers, he had to seek them out.

And so he did. Byleth left his room, discovering Garreg Mach was fairly empty… and surprisingly intact. It was late evening, which may have explained the lack of anybody. Interestingly, it reminded him how it was a few days prior to the inevitable battle.

Church of Seiros soldiers was not difficult to locate. They saluted him as he walked past. Their presence at least indicated who the possible victor was.

Byleth wasn’t sure where he was heading, but it didn’t take him long to realize his body was on auto-pilot, heading to a very specific destination.

He was glad his body had subconsciously taken him here, for he had never experienced so much relief in his life before.

There she was, sitting at her desk, just like she was two days before the battle. She was sitting alone, just like she was on that day too.

...he had done it, hadn’t he? He had traveled further back in time. If he was right, it was only by two days… but that was more than enough time.

He couldn’t stay still.

He rushed towards her, wrapping his arms around her immediately and pulling her head towards his chest. Ingrid was understandably spooked by it all, but she loosened up quickly upon realizing who it was.

“H-Hey, what's with the sudden hug?” she asked, trying to hold back the lingering shock from her voice. She didn’t want to give the impression that she was against the sudden embrace!

Byleth said nothing for some time, and while he was aware he was squeezing her a little too hard, she was a sturdy girl and could take it. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have gradually stood up and promptly returned the hug.

When the embrace concluded, Ingrid saw why she had been hugged so suddenly and firmly. "...that look in your eye… something happened, didn't it?”

Ingrid was aware of his Divine Pulse capabilities, and so were the rest of the Blue Lions. It was this knowledge that occasionally made some of them cocky and act recklessly, believing they would be safe from harm as their professor had foreseen all danger, and would come to their aid if needed. It was an unfortunate quality he was still working on.

“...yeah,” he answered. “It… was you, this time.”

Ingrid reached under her desk, pulling out her Hero’s Relic. The look of determination was strong, but he could see much apprehension in her eyes too. “Then it’s today, then. They got here faster than we thought.”

...she wasn’t wrong to believe that, but things were different this time. “Not today, Ingrid.”

“But-”

“...it’s in two days,” he answered her. He wanted to elaborate on it, but he didn’t want to bombard her with so much of his foresight. She had taken the news of her future death quite well, all things considered. He didn’t want to risk scaring her.

Ingrid took some time to process everything. She had questions… but she also saw the distress on her beloved professor’s face. He looked… tired. Physically and mentally.

Therefore, hoping to improve his mood by even a little, she leaned forward, planting her lips on his.

Byleth wasn’t expecting the sudden kiss. It sent electrifying jolts down on his spine, and it was a feeling he sorely missed. He kissed her back as soon as he could, enjoying the tranquility her lips were providing him. For that one, short moment, he felt like everything would be okay.

There was a very specific reason he was so devastated by her death.

Ingrid wasn’t just a student to him. She was… his girlfriend. Their relationship had started a few months ago, shortly after his father’s death. She had sought to comfort him, wishing to do all she could to help her precious professor. Because of that, the two ended up spending significantly more time with each other outside of class, and things inevitably transitioned into something more serious.

...he loved her, didn’t he? He wasn’t quite sure if he did… but he knew now. He wished it hadn’t taken her death for him to know, but he had been granted one last chance. He wasn’t going to waste it this time.

The first thing Byleth noticed after the smooch concluded was that Ingrid’s face had warmed up dramatically. She looked so adorably bashful, and if his heart could beat, he believed it would be at an unbearable pace.

Ingrid was struggling to maintain eye contact, but she eventually summoned forth her courage. “...I have a request.”

...that was new.

He had talked to her on this day once before. They had talked about how worried they were, but they reassured each other that everything would be okay. Even back then, he could tell something was on Ingrid’s mind, but she seemed too shy to say it. He didn’t want to force her, so he left it be.

...but something had changed. Had the news of her inevitable death prompted her to ask something? Well, there was an easy way to find out…

“What is it?” he asked quietly. He still wasn’t quite all there, but Ingrid’s presence alone was providing so much wonderful comfort. The kiss had helped spectacularly too.

“...tonight, I want... “ she started, trailing off suddenly. Her blush grew dramatically as she waited, but he waited, giving her time to speak. Ingrid was a strong and confident girl, but even she was a little weak to love. It was still all so new to her; fighting was more her thing. "Tonight, I wish… to be with you, more… intimately… just in case I… and you can't… so I at least want to…"

Byleth brushed some hair away from her forehead, just so he could plant a kiss onto it. He knew why she was asking for such a thing, and while he wasn't against it, he didn't want her to do unless she truly wanted to. “...you’re not going to die, Ingrid. I won’t let it happen, so don't be rash.”

“I know what I'm asking for, and I won't deny the uncertainty is encouraging me to act, but...” Ingrid mumbled.

He backed away slightly, placing his hands on her shoulders. She looked up at him, uneasiness coating her eyes.

"Ingrid, I’m not going to let you die again… because…” Byleth muttered. It was his time to feel embarrassed, but nerves wouldn’t hold him back forever. He had to tell her the truth, and confess the feelings he had only recently realized he had. “...I love you, Ingrid.”

Ingrid opened her mouth in shock, but no words came out. She brought her hands to her face, hiding just how red her face was… but she eventually revealed her tearful eyes to him.

“...I l-love you too… Byleth…”

...that was the first time she had called him by his name. She claimed she was just too used to calling him professor, and that she would call him by his real name… eventually. He didn’t mind at all… but there was something magical about hearing her actually say it for the first time.

“...r-really?” he stuttered, a little in denial about everything. This felt… like a dream. He had been through so much… torture, that to experience such serenity so suddenly… it was wonderful.

“I do!” Ingrid was insistent. “...and that’s why….I'm serious. We've hugged, and we've kissed, and I've loved that! I really have! But… I'm ready for more. I think… this will be good for the both of us too. We’ll be more determined than ever to fight well and come out of this all alive after, right?”

Byleth couldn’t argue with her logic in the slightest. He didn’t need any more convincing. He loved her, and wanted this as much as she did; he just wanted to make absolutely sure that she did.

“Okay… do you want to come to mine, or shall I come to yours?”

Ingrid found herself pondering momentarily. It was amusing that this was the question that was making her hesitate.

...mainly because she had quite the adventurous answer.

“...how about… here?” she sheepishly asked

"You mean… the classroom?" Byleth was baffled.

"...y-yeah, though a little later, when no one will be around."

He had no idea Ingrid was this courageous, but he'd be lying if he said the idea didn't appeal to him. Their relationship alone already had plenty of risky moments. He could not easily forget the times Ingrid had pulled him to one side, sneaking in a quick cuddle or kiss when nobody else was looking.

Byleth nodded in agreement, unable to resist the urge to kiss on the forehead shortly afterward. It was a little bit of a vulnerable spot, and it brought both much-appreciated comfort.

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After arranging a time to meet her at the classroom, Byleth returned to the room, now having some time to kill. While he was naturally still worried about the upcoming battle, he was amusingly more concerned about his first time with Ingrid.

It was going to be his first time soon.

As he waited for the promised hour, he used his time wisely, crafting up a plan that would effectively dismantle the Adrestian Army, while keeping everybody safe so long as they followed his orders. He would have to make sure to be stern on them tomorrow; there was simply not enough time to detail how important it was to follow his commands right before the battle was about to begin, after all; too many were already plagued by thoughts about their uncertain future. Those thoughts would still be present, but at least he’d have the time to tell them everything, and he knew all he needed was time to articulate his words effectively. The previous loops were just not kind, were they?

... Byleth found himself smirking. Thinking about the climactic battle and how he would seize victory amusingly calmed his nerves… worries that were present only because of what he had planned with his lover. He was new to this, and he wanted to give her a good time more than anything. His only saving grace was that she was new to this too, so at least they’d be able to learn together.

He arrived at the classroom first, and as he waited, his nerves grew. They had really chosen quite the location to do it, hadn't they? Even though activity in the monastery had dwindled and the sun was beginning to set, there was still a chance someone could show up.

...and he could abuse his powers to evade getting caught, either.

Although he was a little frightened by the prospect of getting caught… the thought of the thrill made him excited. To do such a thing in the very same classroom where he taught his students...

“...it’s a lot easier to sneak around when everybody is busy training,” Ingrid's voice snapped him out of his thoughts. He looked up, seeing her approach him with a smile on her face.  “I almost feel guilty. I should be training with them, but…”

“It’s okay,” Byleth spoke upon noticing her volume decreasing. “It wasn’t a lack of skill or strength that took you down, I promise you.”

“That is reassuring,” she smiled a little, but it was clear she was a little bothered by what he had to say. Her eyes always did drift off to the side whenever something like that happened. Fortunately, she wasn’t lacking confidence when it came to speaking her thoughts. “Let’s… not worry about that battle-- not tonight. I… want tonight to be about us. Is that okay?”

“Of course it is,” he answered hastily, for he agreed fully. Byleth stood up, approaching her and embracing her in a hug. Ingrid allowed herself to fall into his chest, humming comfortably. She was weak to his cuddles, and while those would undoubtedly be in abundance tonight… she wished for more, too. She remained within his warmth for some time, allowing her nerves to fade gradually. He appreciated the hug for the exact same reasons. She soothed him wonderfully, eradicating the doubts that had been lingering in his head for some time.

Ingrid eventually initiated, tilting her head up and kissing him. It was as soft and soothing as ever, but Ingrid was fully aware that it could be very easy for them to get stuck in the status quo. She believed her professor would eventually escalate things, but she wished to make the first move.

Byleth wasn’t quite sure what to think when he felt her tongue slide against his lips, but his body knew what to do. His mouth opened, granting her entry without question, and soon enough, tongues began to swirl around each other.

They had done this once before, during an especially heated moment… but they had lacked the privacy needed to escalate things further; therefore, things came to a reluctant halt, and they had been too internally nervous to proceed.

But that was about to change. Both were experiencing a level of confidence that was badly missing before, and they were going to take advantage of it while it lasted.

Ingrid didn’t allow the tongue-war to last long. Its intention was to arouse both her and her professor, and that it did. She knew her face was extraordinarily hot, but it did little to impact her confidence. Grabbing his wrist, she guided his hand without warning to her breast, but before his fingers could push in, she paused.

“...Byleth…” she mumbled, looking up at him with such needy eyes. She let go of his shaky hand, adoring how out of breath he already looked. “Touch me…”

He would be a fool to deny such a beautiful request. With his hand already narrowly resting on her tit, he quickly gave in to both their desires and dug his hand in, feeling her breast for the first time.

Both surprisingly, and unsurprisingly, there was a lot to grab and squeeze. Byleth was aware she had a sizable pair, but they definitely felt bigger than he thought.

...it made him wonder if something else was a little bigger too.

With his remaining hand, he guided it around her waist, sliding it down her back until he felt something similarly squishy. He knew he found his mark when Ingrid hummed adorably, undeniably resisting the urge to moan. While not as bountiful as her boob, her butt was still very fun to grab and sink his fingers into.

Ingrid had never been touched this way before, and to finally experience it was mind-boggling. Reason was beginning to fade away, but she didn’t really mind; the thought of losing herself to lust was appealing. To encourage him, and to satisfy her brewing desires, she kissed him again, but this time there was no hesitation in forcing his tongue into her mouth. Byleth rewarded her adequately, squeezing her a little more roughly. While it was pleasurable, it was making the restriction of clothes especially apparent.

While he was saddened to see her suddenly retreat, he didn’t mind so much upon beginning to undress. The Garreg Mach Academy uniform was pretty complex, but it just made the strip show especially teasing.

Even seeing the parts of her body that weren’t even meant to be sexually appealing was mesmerizing to him. Her bare shoulders… her slightly-toned stomach…

Ingrid felt nothing but embarrassment as she stripped. However, her bashfulness was soon replaced by pride as she saw his shocked (and very positive) reaction. He liked what he was seeing, and that gave her so much satisfaction. She couldn't believe she was actually doing this, and in the classroom as well! She felt… so naughty… and she liked it.

Left in just her underwear, she watched his reaction to how she looked, and she could immediately tell he was turned on. Without a doubt, he wanted to see more, but she wasn’t willing to go any further than that until he did something for her in exchange.

“If you want to see more, then you should strip too,” she told him, looking at him with a satisfied smile. Byleth noticed she had grown awfully smug, and was all for it. It did take him a while to respond, however, mainly since her body was just that gorgeous. He found himself especially drawn to the sheer amount of cleavage on display, but he eventually forced himself out of it, wishing to fulfill her request.

As complex as his own attire was as well, it wasn’t too challenging to take off. Amusingly, her reaction wasn’t too different from his. She liked to stare too, greatly appreciating his muscular chest. Just like her, he left his underwear on, but it was more than enough to stimulate Ingrid’s imagination. He couldn’t exactly hide how turned on he was.

In fact, what Ingrid was seeing was setting her off quite a bit. She suddenly (but gently) pushed him without warning, using enough force to make him tumble onto a nearby chair… one that happened to be in the place she typically sat during lessons. She climbed onto him immediately, her braided hair tickling his face and neck. Her expression leaked an equal amount of nerves and excitement, but it was clear the latter was winning the fight. As she embraced him in a kiss once more, she did not hesitate to shake her hips, grinding her underwear against his… and it was maddening.

Byleth didn’t mind that this was progressing tremendously fast, and he doubted that she minded either. Doing this had been on their minds for some time now, and there was only so much desire they could suppress before it all came out in a thunderous craze. Something about doing it in the classroom was enhancing their list dramatically. They had done so much to hide their relationship, and yet here they were, doing the riskiest thing a couple could do. Anyone could show up at any point… but that thrilling fear was so exciting to them.

Their snogging sensation only concluded when they needed to breathe, but it was just as well; the constant grinding was incredibly teasing!

Ingrid, recognizing how depraved he was, smirked at him. “As I promised…”

She unhooked her bra, letting it drop down to the ground. What Byleth saw was nothing short of beautiful. Just as he thought, her breasts were large, and upon noticing that Ingrid was growing a little shy about being so exposed, he made sure to tell her how much he appreciated what he was doing… his own way, of course.

Ingrid's nipples were large and very erect, and his lips were dying for a taste. Upon making contact, he felt her grip his shoulders tightly. She had no idea her nipples were that sensitive, and Byleth wouldn't stop sucking on them so fiercely!

“O-Oh… g-goddess…” she couldn’t resist the urge to moan, and it was music to Byleth’s ears. With one nipple safely secure in his mouth, he kept her other tit occupied with his hand. He grabbed it, squeezed it, and played with it endlessly, for he was devoted to making her feel good.

Ingrid’s body couldn’t move a lot due to all these wonderful sensations, but it was still instinctively grinding against him, albeit at a slow pace. She could feel how turned on he was, and she had subtly maneuvered her body in a way so that it was tickling her in just the right way.

She believed she was being given a chance to breathe when he finally let go of her breast, letting her see just how much slobber he had gotten on it… but she soon found herself on cloud nine once more, for he had simply changed what boob he was sucking on.

“B-Byleth… this feels so gooood…” she felt so embarrassed telling him that… but she was so happy to tell him too.

She had been desiring something like this for so long, and even though it had taken her some time to admit it, it was all worth the wait.

...but she wasn’t sure if she could wait any longer for the next stage. The extraordinary amount of satisfaction soaring throughout her body was only making her crave it more.

Fortunately, her lover had a similar idea in mind. “Ingrid… I’m feeling a little uncomfortable down there…”

It was pleasant to see that even he couldn’t resist a cheeky smirk. “Me too.”

Ingrid maneuvered her body off him temporarily, just so she could take off her underwear. Likewise, Byleth removed his.

The knowledge that they were now both fully nude was incredibly nerve-wracking, but Ingrid fought against it, mounting him again without looking at his cock… for she wasn’t sure if she’d be able to function if she saw it.

...he was large. It was easy to tell through his underwear alone, and upon feeling her pussy slide against his member… she knew she was right.

But there was little time for thought. The feeling of their most sensitive parts intersecting for the first time was astonishing, disrupting both their abilities to think and breathe properly… but it felt so good, so they didn’t matter too much.

Both were baffled that it was already feeling this wondrous when they hadn’t even progressed to the final step…

...but that fact was encouraging them to make that move.

Ingrid leaned in, her hot breath tickling his ear. Her bountiful breasts pushed up against his chest, and the sensation delayed her speech. There was so much pleasure and warmth from body interaction alone, and she couldn’t fully comprehend it all.

“...Byleth… I want you… inside me…”

Byleth’s fierce breathing grew unstable upon hearing that, but he gathered as much willpower as he could to respond. “...are you sure…?”

He knew she was, but he had to make sure, just in case.

“I am…”

He could see it in her eyes. There was so much want. So much need.

Therefore, he nodded, and as Ingrid raised her body, he grasped his dick, positioning it skyward so she could efficiently mount her. “Don’t forget that it’ll probably hurt the first time.”

“I know,” she responded, smiling radiantly at him. “And I trust you not to hurt me any more than necessary, and besides, I believe I can handle it.”

It was appropriate that they were in this kind of position. She could control the speed at which she descended down on him, and back off if things hurt a little more than predicted.

Simply feeling her drenched pussy push up against the head of her cock was a pleasure he couldn’t quite describe. It sent chills down his spine, and he almost felt like he could lose his balance at any moment. Byleth persevered, however, he wanted Ingrid’s first time (and his own) to be the best it could be.

Satisfied with her position, Ingrid began to descend. It took her a moment to effectively find the entrance, but as soon as she did, she flinched. The sensation was unique, but thankfully not unpleasant. As for Byleth, he could not ignore how dramatically humid and tight it had gotten, and that feeling escalated dramatically as she continued her descent. It was a form of pleasure that easily eclipsed any he had experienced before, and he had to commend Ingrid for keeping it together. Her face was painted with determination, and it never faltered.

He felt a little foolish for even reminding her about the possibility of pain in the first place. If anyone could pull this off without much hindrance, it would be her.

Ingrid’s consistency was amazing to witness. Not once did she need to pause, nor slow down. She took it at all at a pace that suited her, and upon feeling her cushiony thighs slide against his, he knew she had done it.

He was fully inside her.

Now that he didn’t have to worry so much about Ingrid’s safety, he could focus on how ridiculously warm her insides were. Not only that, but it was incredibly compact, and feeling her walls tickle and squeeze every inch of his member was breathtaking.

“Ah… this is… intense…” Ingrid muttered, leaning onto his shoulder. She sounded awfully out of breath, and he suspected that was a larger drawback than any pain. “As much as I would love to ride you… I think that took all my stamina away.”

“Would you like to take control?” Byleth offered, and she weakly nodded. He was a little worried about her vitality, but he knew all she needed was a means to relax, and that he could offer. With his cock still firmly sealed inside her, Byleth gradually lifted his body, taking Ingrid up with him. Doing so introduced all sorts of instability to his body, for Ingrid’s arms were holding onto him as tightly as her pussy was!

Regardless, he endured, gradually walking towards an area of the classroom where he believed he'd be able to give her what she desired. The upper desk at which he taught was raised higher than the others, and its size meant someone could easily lie down on it. The idea of taking her on the desk at which he taught was ludicrously hot-- would he ever be able to teach without thinking about today again?

It took some effort when he got there, mainly as he was committed to staying inside her, but ultimately he managed to place her down, allowing him to take her while remaining stood up. Although the desk was a little too hard for Ingrid's liking as well, her beloved professor had been nice enough to conveniently place down a pillow for her to rest her head upon. It was one Byleth occasionally used when working overnight in the classroom, and he was glad it was still present, for he imagined Ingrid wouldn't be nearly as comfortable otherwise.

“...we're really going to fuck like this, aren't we?” Ingrid spoke up, sounding less out of breath. “...I’m ready, Byleth. Take me.”

Ironically, Byleth was the one most out of breath now. He wasn’t sure if he would ever get used to how it felt being inside her… and that especially applied when he tried to pull out of her, intending to slide back in. The friction was intense, and both could feel it through dual moans of joy. Byleth’s cock pushed her open, and her walls fought back against the invading mass, creating an abundance of pleasure.

Although the intensity was off the charts, he fought back against the overwhelming pleasure, using the sight of her beautiful face as his inspiration… for it would undoubtedly look more beautiful while under the spell of euphoria.

It was difficult, but Byleth managed to build up a slow, but steady rhythm. The thrusts were intoxicating, but he was miraculously getting used to it all… and just as he hoped, Ingrid’s reactions were incredibly motivating. Her face distorted constantly, but every time he looked, he saw nothing but serenity painting it. No longer afraid to hide how corrupted her voice could become, Ingrid's moans grew higher in pitch, and he adored hearing them.

Eager to keep her well-stimulated, he massaged her breasts while he penetrated her. He knew he was addicted to how divine they felt, and it was beneficial that she greatly enjoyed it too.

Yet, as he sped up with time, he began to notice that Ingrid was more than capable of rougher play. She didn’t need to be treated gently in the slightest; therefore, he wanted to see her at the peak of pleasure, and to do that, he had to pound her.

Byleth opted to climb onto his lover, greedily smashing his lips against hers. Although the wood of the desk was a little harsh against his knees, the divinity of her soft and squishy body easily mitigated any discomfort. In this position, he had greater control of his body and how he moved it, and Ingrid witnessed what this meant almost immediately.

She had adored the sensations of sex, but even she had realized that faster fucking was far more pleasurable for her. If Byleth’s actions were any indication, he felt the same.

Unfortunately, she couldn’t exactly voice her approval, for her voice had been taken over by a barrage of unyielding moans. He had sped up so much, and so suddenly!

Thus, she took an alternate approach, raising her legs and crossing them over on Byleth’s back, gently nudging him with them. It wasn’t enough to disrupt his rhythm, but more than enough to tell him how much she adored this.

...not that he really needed any further indication, considering how deafening her pleasured voice was.

Regardless, Byleth appreciated the sentiment, gathering all the strength he could to fuck her a little bit faster, and that acceleration made the sound of their sweaty, hot sex finally surpass her voice.

Ingrid was in heaven. She had never felt this good. His cock was sliding against so many sensitive parts all at once, and constantly bombarding her cervix, generating an exhilarating amount of pleasure.

Byleth felt heavenly. He had never felt this good either. The humidity of Ingrid’s pussy wouldn’t stop amplifying, and she wouldn’t stop getting tighter. Her sweaty, yet oh-so-soft body, felt so wonderful against his.

Every second was serene. Every minute was magnificent. They were lost in the moment, experiencing such unrivaled pleasure as they fucked.

Neither cared for how loud they were being. They only cared about pleasuring the other, and they were both doing that spectacularly.

Almost too well, for both were experiencing those familiar sensations building up.

It was tough to do so, but Byleth had to speak. “I-Ingrid. I’m…!”

Ingrid had already prepared her answer far in advance. “I-Inside me, Byleth… cum inside meeee…!”

Byleth naturally knew there were risks to doing what she wanted… but he cared not. He wanted it too, and he could never say no to such a beautiful cry of joy.

As the pressure started to build up, he continued to fuck her with all his might, until at long last, he reached his climax. He pushed as deep in as he could go, pushing up against the cervix, all so it would be especially easy for his cum to flood her womb. The extraordinary amplification of warmth triggered Ingrid’s own climax, and her pussy clamped down on Byleth’s cock with equally extraordinary force, squeezing every last drop out of him, and preventing him from pulling out even slightly… not that he was going to.

The sheer amount of emotion pouring through the entirety of their bodies was incomprehensible. Both were feeling terrifyingly good, and the only thing they could do with their remaining strength was hold the other's shaking hands.

Neither was sure when their orgasms ended, but they ultimately ended up in each other’s embrace, hugging each other’s drained bodies for some time.

“...that was…” Byleth eventually sat up, albeit only so he could stretch his muscles. He really didn’t want to leave her side. “...I don’t even know.”

“...wonderful, it was wonderful. Amazing too, and many other words,” Ingrid giggled.

Since Byleth was already up… he decided to do something very spontaneous… but he couldn’t think of a better time to really… propose the idea.

He headed back to where he left his clothes, pulling out something very precious to him from his pocket. It was something he hoped would become very precious to her as well.

Ingrid was still in a delirious state, but she snapped back to reality immediately upon seeing what Byleth was holding.

“B-Byleth… t-that’s…”

“...I want you to hold onto this for me,” he gave her the ring-- the ring that was given to him by his father, the very same one that used to belong to his mother. “Once we get out of this battle alive, and we will, you can give it back to me… and then, we-”

Ingrid interrupted him by placing a finger on his lips. Shocking him even further, she gave him back the ring. “Don’t say anything else. Whatever it is you want to tell me… save it for after the battle, alright? But… I will say this… after this is all over, I would... very much like for you to offer me that ring again. Consider it extra motivation for the both of us.”

"I understand," he said.

Ingrid leaned up, kissing him on the forehead. "And maybe you could pick a more romantic location next time… though I must confess that offering a ring to a girl after fucking her in a classroom has some strange charm to it."

"I'll keep that in mind," he kissed her back on the forehead. Although he had experienced an amazing orgasm… he couldn't help but still stare at her gorgeous body. He averted his eyes away eventually, for he had something important to say. “I promise to stay alive, and to protect you.”

Ingrid's cheeks had only just calmed down, and now they were heating up again. “I promise to stay alive, and to protect you too, Byleth.”

His hand drifted to her face, stroking it gently.

…he had stroked her face like this before… back when…

He bit down on his lip. Hard.

This was going to work.

They were going to make it out alive.

Byleth already had so much he was fighting for before all this… but now, he had more-- so much more.