It appears the Goddess had answered his prayers. Soon Slvain felt the pressure lessen as Dorothea's ass lifted off of him. He heard a muffled voice say, "Hey Dorothea, did you hear what the professor is planning for this weekend's excursion?"
"Oh yeah, she was going on about some abandoned village, or something." Dorothea replied. "Something about wanting to teach us all how to set up camp and survive in the wild. Personally, I'm more interested in the part of her plans that involves a nice long bath."
"Ah, that's why the Professor didn't mention anything about bringing fire tomes." the other voice said.
Dorothea lifted herself up before settling back down on top of Sylvain, causing his breath to momentarily escape him. The feeling was not unpleasant, but it was a lot of pressure.
"Yeah, I'm sure I'll have to make due without a nice, hot bath for a few nights," the singer complained. She shifted her hips grinding the tiny man between her bootyflesh.
"You poor thing. How will you ever survive the horror," the other person sarcastically replied.
"Oh you shut up. At least the food will be good." Dorothea shifted her hips again, grinding Sylvain further.
Sylvain listened to the voices fade away, as the classroom emptied, leaving only Dorothea remaining. Sylvain grunted as he felt Dorothea shove herself deeper into the chair.
"Ah nothing like relaxing in class after a long lecture. I wonder why my seat is so comfy today."
The tiny flirt was shoved between her soft buttcheeks, unable to free himself. His struggles did nothing to impede the growing tightness in his pants, as her soft cheeks and the thin cloth of her panties caressed him. He mind was overwhelmed with the sense of her detergent and the faint whiff of sweat.
"Mmmhmm, I hope the rest of the week will be like this. Maybe I'll bring it with me to Professor Byleth's seminar on charm tonight. I do get rather restless during those late night seminars."
Slyvain tried to protest,but found his mouth filled with Dorothea's ass flesh.
Dorothea hummed with delight, grinding herself into her makeshift cushion. The soft material of her panties was the only barrier between Sylvain's tiny form and her warm, supple asscheeks. He was smooshed against her buttcrack, feeling her warmth over his entire body.
"Mmmm. I wonder if there's anything else I can do with you."
He felt the weight come off him, and the skirt being lifted. His vision returned to him, and he saw the woman who had tormented him. She had a smile on her face as she looked down at her prisoner.
"So, I guess the lesson is over." She said. "And I can't tell you how glad I am that I didn't have to listen to Hanneman drone on for another two hours. But, you did a fantastic job. you are the best seat cushion a girl could ask for! It might even be your true calling. Your noble purpose if you will." Dorothea's taunt was met with an angry glare from her captive. "Oh don't be like that! You were perfect. Now, I have an hour free before the next lesson. If you behave, maybe we can have a little fun before my next class."
"Behave?!" Sylvain was livid. "Why would I do that after everything you've done to me?"
"Well, it's your choice. I could leave you here, tied up on my seat until the end of the day. I'm sure some other student will happily take a seat and not even notice that you're there! Imagine if Bernadetta just plopped down on top of you! Her big, round, plump, firm ..butt." Dorothea smirked, knowing that her threat would get Sylvain's attention.
The noble's eyes widened. He could already imagine himself trapped beneath the timid girl, helpless as he felt the full weight of her enormous plush butt. It was a horrifying thought, but also a surprisingly alluring one.
"But, I don't have to leave you here. We can go somewhere more private. Just you and me." Dorothea's voice became seductive as she leaned in closer to the shrunken man. "Somewhere no one else will ever find you. A little place of my own, just for us."
Dorothea offered a catty grin "Or do you like the idea of Bernie sitting on you instead?"
"How did you know all?" Sylvain swallowed hard, the images of Dorothea's description swirling around his mind, making him feel a bit queasy yet excited.
"Oh, I have my ways Sylvain." Dorothea giggled.
"Well maybe Petra might sit on top of you instead. I suppose her muscular butt with test the limits of your durability, but I'm sure you'll be fine. I doubt the witch wanted you to die." Dorothea shrugged her shoulders as she pondered Sylvain's potential demise under Petra's booty. He was struck by her utter nonchalance.
"But it doesn't have to be like that." Dorothea said, turning her gaze back on him. "You can stay right where you are and keep me company, or I can bring you along with me."
Sylvain didn't have any good options. He sighed,
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