This choice: Sharing Ferdinand with Dorothea • Go Back...Chapter #5The Singer, the Princess, and the Lowly Noble by: Frost   [Written by Request]
As much as Edelgard wanted to spend her time toying with the pathetic noble at her feet, she had more important tasks. Still, as made her way out from the woods and back to Garreg Mach proper. She had taken the long, scenic way back, feeling the way his body sug into the ball of her foot.
His pained struggles were barely noticeable, and, if she stopped focusing on him she could almost lose him. He was that insignificant.
It was hell for Ferdinand. All kinds of hell. He was the son of noble, set for life with the ear of future Empress he’d have called a friend before today. Though it seemed she had different plans for his fate… as well as a different opinion of him than he thought. Instead her ear, he had her soles and her toes.
It was beneath him, but now all he would ever will be was beneath her.
Each thundering, all powerful step threatened to take his life; though it appeared that whatever magic Edelgard had struck him with kept him alive. That was the only thing that could explain it. He had the time to think on it and ruminate between each step as the impacts were steady, yet painful.
Crushing blow after crushing blow, Ferdinand withstood her onslaught. The bare foot had been deceptively soft against the hard leather sole of the empress’ boot. He was buried into the dirt, further boring into the bottom of the shoe that had already been deeply indented and formed by its owner’s steps.
It felt as his ribcage was going to give, and the burning in his muscles and joints as the foot pounded at him. He began to doubt that the punishment he could endure was limitless.
Edelgard’s walk back had been peaceful. It wasn’t often she could take time for herself as princess. Though if she really wanted it, she found Hubert useful to cover for her, which she used to sneak off, this time resulting in assigning Ferdinand his new life.
She scrunched her toes at the thought of him, spelling out further hell to the former noble beneath her foot. She would regard him as a toy at best and dirt at worst.
No one was the wiser as she re-entered the monastery. It gave her another thrill as she made her way up the steps and acknowledged the many knights stationed around Garreg Mach.
She had barely reached the student’s quarters before she was met with a familiar pair of arms wrapping around her midsection.
“D-Dorothea,” Edelgard stammered. There were only two women in all of Fódlan that could make her flustered in an instant, and one of them was her girlfriend. It took all her strength right there not to collapse into her partner’s arms.
“My princess,” Dorothea greeted, sinking her face between her girlfriend’s shoulder blades. “Where are you heading off to?”
Edelgard felt her knees almost give out from under her. She couldn’t explain it, but there was something about the way the singer said “my princess” instead of just referring to her as her title. Perhaps she liked belonging to someone. “I… I was just heading to the training grounds.”
Dorothea pulled herself off and gripped at her love’s wrist. “Maybe you could skip that?”
Edelgard tapped her foot, seeking counsel from the mite beneath her. “I’m not sure.”
“You’re already one of the best fighters in all of the academy. You can spare one training session.” She slowly brought her partner’s hand up, laying it upon her own breast. “How about you put your hands to better use?”
Edelgard felt hot at the insinuation. “I don’t know…”
Dorothea pouted. “I went through all the effort to swipe one of Professor Casagranda’s bottles of wine. Please don’t make me drink it alone.”
Sighing, Edelgard acquiesced. “Okay.”
“Yay.”
Dorothea was quick to take that answer as she dragged her girlfriend towards the dorms of the academy. It was the middle of the day, meaning they wouldn’t be bothered as all the students had their routines to get done. They would be all alone if it wasn’t for the speck of dirt in the depths of Edelgard’s boot.
Shared giggles traveled down the halls as Edelgard and Dorothea tugged at each other’s clothes, impatient, eager to tear each other bare the moment they were behind closed doors.
After locking the door behind them, Dorothea dashed to her desk, generously pouring out two glasses of wine. She took a generous sip, then another before sashaying over to her love and handing her the drink.
Edelgard buzzed, humming happily as she accepted the wine. It was sweet to the taste, and she was cultured enough to know it came from Adrestian vineyards. It was nice to know that Dorothea had an eye for detail as well as a thief’s hand.
Edelgard almost forgot that Ferdinand was right there with them. Almost.
The princess took a seat on the bed and slowly kicked off her boots, not carin to check for him just yet. He wasn’t worth the attention right now. She had her love with her.
The lovers traded sips of wine and articles of clothing. Edelgard’s blazer, drink, Dorothea’s skirt, drink. One by one they dressed down and giggled further the more they were exposed and warmed by the alcohol.
Once both were fully naked, Dorothea continued pressing herself into her girlfriend, She pushed the princess down against the mattress, pinning down her shoulder. She leaned closer, her breath traveling up her chest, neck and into her ear where she bit and nipped at Edelgard’s earlobe.
“Did you do it?” Dorothea asked.
Edelgard nodded. “He’s with us now…”
Dorothea purred. “I wonder where you put him…”
Slowly, Dorothea traced her fingertip across the pale flesh of the princess, treating the future empress as a landscape of her own right and imagining just where that little pest was.
Her fingers traveled south, down past Edelgard’s toned stomach and to the region below, teasing at the lips. “…Here?”
The princess shuddered at the touch. “N-no.”
“We’ll fix that,” Dorothea answered back. “Just tell me where he is?”
Edelgard scrunched her toes, feeling a slight wriggle of life between them. “M-my feet.”
Dorothea let out a rude laugh. “Fitting for him.”
She pulled herself away, wanting to see the shrunken noble herself. Gently, she pushed her partner’s knees up, gently caressing the leg upwards to get a better look.
Sure enough, if she looked close enough, there was Ferdinand, trapped between the digits of an empress. Even then, Dorothea couldn’t help but feel that fate was too good for someone of his station.
She plucked him out from his temporary prison.
“Hey Ferdie,” Dorothea teased, mashing him between her fingers as she studied him. “Look at you.”
Ferdinand had been beaten into a stupor. His ears were blaring from the noise, his eyes were blurred, and all he could smell or taste was the dirty soles of his captor. The chiding face of a second person would have been a sight for his sore eyes, had he not known the animosity she held for him.
“Doro…thea… please,” he tried to bargain. His voice was dry and hoarse, and far too unconvincing.
“Didn’t take long for you to grovel,” Dorothea, continued to roll him across her palm, wiping off the dirt. “Still… as much as I’d like to get rid of you, there’s something you can do for the both of us… but first.” She held him up high into the air and dangled him over her own glass. “You’re gonna have to take a bath.”
She let him go, and he was sent falling for a brief moment before making a hard impact into a sea of alcohol. It stung is eyes, and his throat burned as he swallowed more than he would have liked unintentionally. He managed to over come his pain and batterings and disorientation as he clawed his way back to the surface.
Once he managed to balance himself out on the surface, he looked past the warped glass barrier that kept him trapped and was disheartened to find Edelgard and Dorothea enjoying the other, having already begun ignoring him.
A part of him wanted to let himself sink to the bottom, but he was a von Aegir, and he was too proud to let himself die like this. He’d find a way out of this. He had to if his name wasn’t—
Dorothea straddled her girlfriend, sitting upright and smiling down. There was something all too intoxicating about having the heir to an empire pinned beneath her. Speaking of intoxicating… she glanced over to her glass of wine, noticing the pitiful orange speck struggling to keep afloat.
She ought to help him out.
Swiping the glass, Dorothea brought it swiftly to her lips, taking another long drink, almost not caring if she swallowed him, though it would stop the fun before it truly began.
The waves churned and grew more ferocious, more threatening for Ferdinand, and he could feel gravity’s forces work at his stomach as it lurched with the movement. Before he could really process what was happening, he could feel the pull of a current and a dark shadow looming over him. He didn’t need to be a top student to know what it meant.
He tried to swim, showing fight every step of the way, but it was useless as he was pulled deeper into the cave of Dorothea’s mouth.
Her tongue quickly pinned him against the roof of her mouth, and the alcohol quickly began to drain from the fleshy chamber, replaced with nothing but saliva, which had been eager to replace the wine that coated every inch of his clothes and body and hair.
Dorothea’s tongue worked at him, treating him like a sweet in her mouth. She sucked and licked and poked at his body for a moment before getting a wicked idea into her head. Her eyes met with Edelgard, who seemed to be on the same page as her.
The two shifted around to accommodate the other, lust taking over as Dorothea brought her mouth towards…   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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