What She Asked Of Me At The End Of The Day - Byleth reward story (Pixiv Fanbox)

Sylvain hadn't ever really paid too much notice to how gorgeous his professor was. He knew she was attractive, sure. He'd even flirted with her a little bit. It was impossible not to. But how she looked everyday and how she looked on the beach seemed like entirely different universes. She traded in her normal clothes for a black bikini that revealed so much of her strong body, and her oversized tits seemed barely contained inside a black bikini top that had to strap up to a collar just to stay in place. It was insane to behold, and he went from simply aware he had an attractive teacher to all but drooling while he stared at her.

This class trip to the beach was one Byleth figured she wasn't going to need to do much on. It was a treat for her class, one that seemed like it was all going to be pretty normal and uneventful, not that either of those things were any sort of a problem. But as she sat there soaking this all in, she couldn't help but notice the repeated drifts of eyes toward her. Sylvain wasn't in the water. He wasn't off flirting with other girls. He was sitting on his towel and gawking at her body every second he could get at it while thinking she wasn't noticing him.

And she was.

Drawing a deep breath with slow, patient cadence, Byleth considered her options. She'd expected that her bikini may have been a little bit excessive for this. Rhea had picked it out for her and been rather insistent that it was okay and that she look her best on the beach. It was a reasonable suggestion, but her fear of being looked at by her students had come real to degrees further than she'd even been expecting. It was a lot to take in, and she sat there wondering what to think of it, wondering what to do. All while she kept staring Sylvain down.

He wasn't enjoying the beach. He was just ogling her body. Surely it was holding him back from doing what he should have been doing, keeping him from thriving in the ways he should have. It was a peculiar thing to be thinking about, but Byleth found herself considering that as a strangely unshakable idea that she needed to do something. Not that she was responsible for him being so aroused, but that his arousal was something she shoudl cleared away from him for his sake and his betterment.

Byleth prepare herself with another deep breath before saying, quite clearly, "Sylvain, please come here." She spoke loudly enough for him to hear, but not so loud it made a scene. She had to keep this roughly casual and steady.

Sylvain's eyes widened. He'd been caught, hadn’t he? Rising up to his feet, he left his towel behind and began to walk over to her, trying to act cool and knowing he'd been busted. "What's going on, professor?" he asked, trying to brush this off and act cool. He felt anything but on the inside. "You need help?"

Looking up at her student with the blanket expression possible, the way she spoke sounded as empty and as elsewhere as if she had asked him to go check on one of his classmates. "You should fuck me."

The tone did a lot to keep Sylvain from even grasping what she was saying. "Yeah, sure," he said, the words into sinking in and his agreement an almost automatic acceptance of something that he didn't think about, until he snapped suddenly back into reality. "Wait, I should what? Professor!"

"You're distracted, and it's keeping you from enjoying the beach." Byleth reached around her back and unclasped her bikini top, easing it away and revealing her ample chest in all of its glory, her hardened, perky nipples immediately pulling his eyes in. "So I want you to let it out. Have sex with me, work those tensions through, and then enjoy your beach day." She said the most insane things, but she said it with the firmest certainty. "Would you like to fuck my breasts first, since you're so fixated on them?"

Sylvain's tongue tripped over itself, the absolute shock of this leaving him compeltely floored, not sure how to respond to this but feeling a sense of sudden need overcoming him. "This is crazy," he said, even as his shorts tented, and he tried to find a good reason to not do this. "I'm not going to have sex with you on the beach. That would be insane. Fucking my professor's massive tits right in front of all these people... Pushing you into the sand and..."

In seconds, Sylvain's shorts were in the air and he was straddling her stomach.

The dispassionate drone of, "You can do whatever you want to them," almost lacked sexual fiber at all, but Sylvain ignored her words' delivery to focus instead on grabbing hold of her pillowy breasts. They felt amazing in his hands, and as he shoved clumsily forward, he pushed his cock between them, wrapping them around his shaft tightly and beginning his erratic motions forward. Sylvain's cock was impressive, able to poke out even from her ample cleavage as his thrusts started up, and he was after something as indulgent and shameless as could be.

Lying back to let this happen, Byleth accepted his attentions. Soft moans broke from lips. The faintest noises of something just barely approaching real emotion. She was so eerie in her deadpan, and this very thing was what Sylvain found so strange about her that he'd managed to complete ignore just how hot she looked. He noticed it in full now, no longer marveling at simply most of how attractive she was. With every shove forward, eh got to show off his size, and Byleth got to soak in the steadily growing appreciation for his cock.

Sylvain was desperate now to get across what he needed, throwing himself into an erratic fever of pure aggression, craving something that hit him just right. "I'm really doing this," he said to himself, groping steadily at Byleth’s chest while his confident strokes pushed on forward, unstoppable and overbearing in their intention. He wanted this so badly, unable to resist his dizziest wants, refusing to contain the needs all pushing him on firmer and harder. There was so much pleasure to take in here, and he was unable to contain it all. he needed this, and with desperate slams forward, he let himself go, let the chaos build and ache through his body.

There was just one problem with this amazing plan. People were watching. Not an insignificant number of people, either. He could feel the stares starting up; people watched him with an awestruck sense of complete bafflement, taking in the sight of Sylvain's relentless motions forward. His classmates and even just random people on the beach were taking notice of the blatant sex happening right there on the beach, with Sylvain riding Byleth's chest in gestures far too overt and wild to be even a little bit subtle.

"Don't think about them," she said, closing her eyes. "Just focus on my body. Get it all out. You do not need to answer to them." Byleth coached him through the weirdness and the chaos of something that she was completely unafraid of. This was so bizarre and baffling, utterly divorced form sense in a way too forceful to be ignored. "Does it feel good?"

"Y-yeah," Sylvain groaned.

"Then say it louder. Tell me how good my breasts feel."

"Your tits feel so fucking good!" Sylvain was baffled by this. He put so much passion into his words while indulging harder in her chest, but Byleth met all of it with such emptiness and detachment. It frustrated him, made his hips work with more erratic gestures in pursuit of maybe some shred of a response. This was getting out of hand, and he didn't know what he was doing or how to contain himself, but with each thrust forward, he continued to enjoy her chest, continued to have his way with her gorgeous tits, and the rest simply bled away from him. Focus was waning, and every sense of total desperation inside of him told him to keep desiring the crash that so powerfully awaited him.

Byleth felt like in some insane way, she was doing a good thing for him here, that she was encouraging him in some kind of productive method to get deeper into this, and she remained steady, a stalwart sense of pure passion overwhelming her, rising up hotter through her body while she took this chaos on. it felt almost vital to her that she keep this going along these lines, that she hold tight and let him have his way with her. "Be rougher with my nipples." She may as well have asked him to shut the window for how affected she seemed.

But he did it. His fingers pinched down a bit on her nipples, and his hips thrust harder forward while he pulled a little. The detachment of her empty words couldn't stop him, but as he threw himself harder into this chaos, Sylvain found himself oddly cooperating with these insanities. It didn't matter how strange this all seemed and how many people were definitely staring at him while this all played out. He kept fucking his teacher's rack and giving up to the spectacle and chaos of something building up further and hotter and without a moment of sense to it. He had to keep going, he had to throw himself into total disarray.

It felt too good. "This is so fucked up," he groaned, startled by just how strange these pleasures were getting and how compeltely powerless he was to fight them. Sylvain needed to cum all over Byleth's face, and he found himself staring at it, watching how it reacted to the rough nipple play. Which was to say, watching it remain fully static, eyes occasionally opening to stare up at his face or at his cock, all with a compeltely distant sense of presence. This didn't make sense to Sylvain at all, btu that wasn't going to be able to stop him from going all out and losing himself to the raw spectacle of a pleasure he was too weak to resist.

"Cum all over me," she said. Her emptiness couldn't hold him back. With a hard, vocal groan, Sylvain let loose his load, his pent up cock pulsating and erupting with intense fever all over her face, plaster her far too placid and still features with jizz. Her eyes closed, but even the facial didn't get her to react. She remained blissfully static, completely unable to present any emotional response for the life of her. It drove Sylvain up the wall with frustration to see her still lying there so placid, and he had no idea what to make of it, but the rumbling thrills and aches through his body all demanded something drastic out of him.

The delirium that held onto Sylvain as he stared down at Byleth and tried to take in the utter shock of all these feelings left him a bit frayed and frazzled. He shota glance over his shoulder. So many people staring now. They had more of an expression on their faces than the woman he just came on. It was madness to him, but within this strange spiral of panic and indecision, he couldn't hep but feel some manner of creeping embarrassment take him. All these people were watching Sylvain absolutely fail to get any response at all out of this woman. She just lay there wholly detached from anything he did, unimpressed by him and his cock. Could he really let this keep happening?

"Fuck it," he told himself, pulling back and grabbing tight hold of the professor, and deciding to do something drastic. Byleth got pulled from her back and turned around, her shapely ass instinctively rising up as he shifted her onto her hands and knees. Sylvain wasted no time getting her bikini bottoms down and yanking them away, hands settling onto her round hips and his own hips shoving abruptly forward, plunging into the snug embrace of Byleth's pussy. "You're going to scream for me," he promised, pulling at her hair and starting to throw himself into wild, ravenous fever.

Byleth didn't scream. Not yet. The sensation of Sylvain's thick cock slamming into her made her body shudder a little bit, but she remained determined and tense. "To feel better, you can do whatever you want," she reminded him, all with a placid tone and absolutely no buckling in her voice. she was steady and determined, holding steady in the face of this insanity while receiving the more feverish and aggressive slams forward, holding upsettingly firm through everything he did to her.

So he fucked her harder. Sylvain's hips crashed forward, refusing to slow the merciless pace of his desperate hips, slamming quicker and greedier into her with a purpose and a passion that felt almost unbreakable now. he wanted it so badly, craving the spectacle and craving the chance to keep ramming away at her, keep using her up without a shred of restraint. Her pussy squeezed around his cock, almost pulling him tighter in, which only fed his dizzy cravings, adding on layers and layers to the hazy delirium of this spectacle.

"It feels good for me too," she said. The first concrete recognition she felt anything. It wasn't enough. Even rougher and harsher, his hips slammed forward, relentlessly pursuing a fever and a passion that had her melting under this. He grabbed her hair and turned them both around, facing Byleth toward the beach. Toward strangers and toward her own students, while his relentless slams plundered away at her. Sharp pulls on her hair forced her head back, made her have to look out upon everybody while he tried to elicit a reaction from her at any cost.

"You're going to get louder," he told her, hops crashing harder against hers, the feverish pace of his messy thrusts trying to get the reaction he craved at any cost. He didn't want it to stop, merciless in the chaos he plunged into, wanting to find the path to making her unravel for him while his every motion forward shook her to her core. "Look at them. Let them watch while I fuck you until your eyes roll into the back of your head." Snarling his way through all of these clumsy pressures, Sylvain didn't care about restraint or trying to contain himself a moment longer. He had needs running so steep and so specific now that he could barely keep his thoughts straight, burning need to take charge leaving him moving drastically and rougher.

There was only so much Byleth could handle in the blistering chaos of being pounded this hard. Her willpower faltered and her composure cracked amid the big dick pounding into her with vengeful fire. He needed to do whatever it took, and his ferocious slams forward kept pushing her, wearing on rougher and dizzier, demanding so much more from her than she was able to deal with. It built and ached and throbbed harder, his hips driving forward, subjecting her to a throbbing, dizzy rush of pleasure she couldn’t fight. The irresistible joy of being fucked into submission brought her deeper, needier, made her head spiral through pure delirium and chaos, until she couldn't handle nay more.

She began to moan, and she began to moan hard. Byleth let loose a flood of noise and excitement, throbbing under the pulsating ecstasy and panic of being hit so hard. The fierce strength and fire of what she was giving in to became everything to her now, body shuddering and bucking under the passionate fierceness and fever. "Fuck me!" she gasped, and everything shifted. Byleth's expression lit up with fierce pleasure and a sweep of sudden spectacle, a chaos that hit her square-on and brought her just what she needed all at once. she was powerless now, shaken by the pure chaos and the need that began to sweep over her body, pulling her to give in harder.

Sylvain yanked harder on her hair, and Byleth moaned louder still. He had to put his mark on this, not just for his own satisfaction, but to impress all these people watching him, for as much as Sylvain had every reason to not obsess over what other people thought, he found himself trapped in a frantic state of just desperately seeking whatever admiration he could, craving the dizzy tension and the clenching panic of having to throw into this. He needed it so badly, burning up under the weird thrill and throb of working to give in to this all, needing it deeper and hotter and without a shred of sense to it nay longer. He was after results, and after having people see those results.

But there was a wild satisfaction here, even amid the wicked thrill of throwing himself into pure chaos. He needed to go all out, throwing his hips about back and forth without a sense of restraint and calm. Her pussy squeezed tighter around his cock and every senseless ache pushing him forward made something here absolutely ferocious. He wasn't thinking less about sex by doing this, but his thoughts had changed radically, making or a delirious rush of fire and chaos keeping him slamming rougher forward, losing all restraint to these pleasures. Fucking Byleth took all of his focus, all his thoughts, all his energy.

Until he came. Until his hips slammed forward and teh overbearing thrills of simply losing himself came crashing down upon him. Sylvain held nothing back, pumping Byleth's pussy full of cum and catching the unbelievable sound of her voice twisting up through sudden madness. Borderline delirium left her heaving and hollering, body twisting under the chaos of surrendering, moaning louder under this panic, needing to simply plunge in. He let it all go, grunting, erupting, filling her up and plunging her into a warming state of pure ecstasy, a delirium and chaos that he held strong through.

Byleth's climax came with vocal heat and fever, so loud and reckless that it all seemed a bit insane. There was no resisting the crushing fire and passion and joy that came with this, but every ache of pleasure and passion simply hit too strongly to deal with. She let it go, surrendering to it, making a spectacle of herself in public with her head rolled back and a look of fuck-drunk delight spread across her face. Byleth felt overjoyed, twisting and twitching through ravenous satisfaction, through a completely fuck-addled joy that she was totally lost to. Her body burned brightly, all sense of control land calm melting away.

Pulling back and sucking down tense breaths as he tried to sort his messy thoughts out, Sylvain snapped back int reality. Byleth flopped down onto her back, staring cross-eyed up at him and offering a soft smile. "That was incredible," she sighed. "I hope that helped you calm down." Her eyes closed. Her lip stopped trembling and her face trend to something placid, a low yawn drawing out as she started to sink her way into a nap, while Sylvain was left standing over his naked professor with his cock out and a new set of issues much steeper than just being distracted by how hot she looked.