Counterattack

Author's Notes: one day i will play crimson flower. today is not that day. but i hope you like my edeleth crumbs.

Rhea balked at the sight of Edelgard's face buried in Byleth's backside. The former mercenary's normally stoic expression melted into one of confused pleasure. Her mouth curled into a small 'o' as Edelgard's tongue swirled around her rim. Noisy and filthy wet sounds filled the professor's quarters.

Rhea grimaced as she swore she could see or hear Edelgard's busy mouth curl into a sneer as Byleth melted.

Byleth panted as her hips writhed in pleasure. She had experimented with anal play with Lady Rhea, but it was all about pleasuring the archbishop and not receiving anything herself.

This was so much. Almost too much.

Her eyes rolled back as Edelgard's tongue pierced through the tight rim.

Now, she was seeing stars.