It's Laden Heavy With Lies - Hilda reward story (Pixiv Fanbox)

"I don't know why you picked me, professor," Hilda said, sitting in the middle of the classroom in a chair, wondering what sort of private lesson was supposed to follow. "I don't even like dancing. My dance instructor said I had two left feet. If I have to attend a ball, I want to sit in a pretty dress and look good." She was detached and disinterested. The laziest girl in her class by far made no sense as the candidate to enter Garreg Mach's dance competition, and she wasn't even bothering to hide her disinterest in it. Extracurricular work? That sounded like an absolute chore.

Byleth nodded. "I understand, Hilda." He stood in front of her, hand in his pocket. "But I think we can change something about your work ethic if we try hard enough."

"Good luck with that. I'm not going to try, that's just tricking me to do work so I'll do more work."

"Would it to be too much work if I asked you to look at my hand?" he asked.

"Your hand?" Hilda’s eyes followed it naturally, just through the sheer confusion she felt from being asked that. She didn't know what that meant, but her eyes fell onto his hand as he drew it from his pocket. "What's the big deal with your hand?"

Wirth a gently flick of his wrist, a small crystal dangling off a string slipped from between his fingers. Her eyes followed it too, the amethyst gently swaying. "Just watch it," he said softly, and Hilda did. Her eyes zeroed in on it, pulled in by the hypnotic magic that he channeled through it. "Just watch it, and think about how you don't like being who you are."

"I don't like who I am," Hilda said. her voice was flat and blunt, a confusion deepening her thoughts and bringing her to a dizzy conclusion. "I--I don't like who I am?" She said it again, a bit more lift this time, a questioning confusion expressing the utterly perplexed state she was in. Didn't she like who she was, though?

"You want to be who you want to be instead."

"I want to be who I want to be instead." Her voice fell back into line.

"The most important opinion on you in the world is mine," he said next. "My expectations are the ones that you want to live up to."

"I want to make you happy. You are--I want to be whatever you want me to be. Let me fulfill your expectations of me, professor." While she spoke, Hilda's eyes continued to follow the sway of the pendant, a compeltely fixated and hopeless stare keeping her eyes moving. She didn't understand a single thing happening now, her head empty and the dizziness pulling her into a weirder and more overdramatic state of utter fascination. 'What do you want me to be?"

"I want you to put effort into making everyone see how beautiful you are," he told her. "I want you to be sluttier and freer with your body, and I want you to dance. It's effort, but you want to put effort into making people look at how sexy you are. If it means a whole room of people will imagine pinning you down and taking turns fucking you, you want them to think that, so you'll dance for them."

"I want everyone to know how sexy I am," she said, starting to nod with empty-headed acceptance. She didn't need much effort at all to be induced, and Byleth knew it; he was blunt and impatient with his hypnotic approach knowing he didn't need to bother trying to contain this. Everything just happened, and he was happy to push this further. "I want to enter the dance competition."

"Not only should you be more open with your body, but you should especially be open with me," he told her. "I want you to practice dancing already, and I want you to show me what you can do."

Rising out of the chair, Hilda's motions were stiff. "I want to give you a lap dance, professor." Her eyes still stared down upon the crystal. It was all she could think about.

But it was time. Byleth took his place in the chair. He yanked the amethyst back into his hand and then tucked it into his pocket. The connection broke and Hilda's eyes went cross a moment, her focus snapping back into reality. "Now then, where were we?" Byleth asked.

Hilda pounced right to action. "I was about to give you a lap dance to practice fort the dance competition." Hilda began to tug at the buttons on her clothes. "I'm excited to enter the competition, thank you so much for choosing me, professor. I promise, I'm going to bring the cup home to the Golden Deer!"

"I knew you would be." Relaxing back in his chair, Byleth welcomed her attention. "Now, show me what you can do."

Hilda stripped down her panties and her bra, lacy and pink and unbelievably fancy, before strutting forward. She turned around to stick her plush rear down into Byleth's lap, pushing with immediate desire and fire to start grinding it against his lap. "I've been waiting for the chance to show everyone my body and to show off," she moaned, just the thought of the competition and of all those eyes on her already exciting her beyond sense. Hilda wasn't herself now, a shaky wreck ready to give in fully to anything asked of her, and to surrender to all of it.

The friction of her round ass against his lap made Byleth's cock harden. Keeping his hands to himself was difficult, but he wanted to see if he had programmed her mind right, if her thoughts were sufficiently clogged up and ready to be indulged in. Keeping his arms relaxed back ands a greedy pressure upon this situation, Byleth welcomed the madness to come.

Even though she had never actually given a lap dance before, Hilda suddenly felt like a pro, felt capable of pushing harder on through the dramatic pressures and delights of a downright erratic sort of weirdness. She didn't know how to handle any of it as it brewed within her so demandingly, but she was ready. Every motion up and down his lap expressed the burning pressures she needed to give in to. Turning around to push her cleavage into his face, she caressed his thighs, swaying atop him and teasing him, almost smothering him with her tits. "Am I beautiful, professor? Would you fuck me?'

"I would fuck you so hard," he groaned, dizzy heat pulling him tighter into this. Fascination and hunger did a number on his focus, on thoughts threatening to spin totally out of control if this kept coming. There was too much here to deal with, the unbearable fire and fascination of a delight he wanted more and more of. Holding it back was so difficult, but he needed her to take the initiative.

"Really? That's amazing news, professor! I want people to look at me and see the hottest girl alive, but you especially. I really want you to fuck me. So maybe... Mm, I know we're supposed to be dancing, but your cock feels so hard." Her hands drew in toward his lap, and she began to tug at his pants. "Let me help you. We can finish dance practice later, can't we?'

"We can." Byleth offered up no resistance, happily sitting back, letting Hilda do everything and letting the strange pleasures escalate all thanks to Hilda's efforts. This new personality for her was sluttier, more forward, and motivated to take charge, if only on the frontier of completely giving in.

Byleth's big cock made Hilda's knees buckle, and she had to respond with more, tugging her panties down and stepping out of them while she climbed up into his lap. This was her time, and she responded hastily, setting down onto his lap and pushing onto his cock. This was her time to give in, to race through pure insanity. Slamming onto his cock with the greed and fire of completely losing control, Hilda wanted only to give up to this all, wanted to accept the insanity of completely losing her mind. "Professor!" she shouted, gasping out in a rush of wanton noise and fire amid the joy of totally losing herself now. There wasn't any reason to contain herself or act polite. Not now. Not as her body shook and she let it all push her. This was her time to let go.

While she bounced atop him, she reached behind her back to undo her bra, freeing her plush tits and immediately shoving them into his face. "Are they nice, professor?" she asked, whining with a cloying sense of utter desperation, a need for validation and recognition from him that felt downright embarrassing in just how intense it was, but she was hopeless now.

"They look amazing," he told her, hands finding Hilda's round hips, tracing her hourglass figure but otherwise letting her do all of this. The pleasure was fierce and attentive, rushing without much sense of restraint now. "You're so beautiful, Hilda. I wanted you to be our representative because I know nobody will be able to ignore how fucking sexy you are. They'll be so turned on watching you move that you'll get top marks easily."

Byleth's words formed just about the highest praise that Hilda could have asked for. Louder she moaned, tugging his face into her chest and keeping him there, keeping up the mad pleasures that kept her craving more and more of this. "You're so kind!" she squealed, forcing herself to keep riding, the steady rise and fall of her plush tits coming on stranger, fiercer, with a senseless desire to completely lose herself. A lack of control and sense pushed her hips, urging her on.

Just as firm an inspiration was the incredible joy of having this big cock inside of her. Hilda had never put too much active thought before into how badly she loved having big cocks inside of her, but it now felt like a foregone conclusion, an obvious rush of pleasures to keep falling victim to. Delirium plunged her deeper into ruin, and everything felt just perfect now to Hilda, a rush of desire and fascination and want pushing her to completely fall to pieces. She wanted this all, and she didn't feel like she could contain it all now.

But she wanted to really dig in on the dancing aspect. Turning hastily around, Hilda all but screamed, "What about my ass?" while planting her feet onto the ground for a better, more grounded spot to bounce in. Her hands found her thighs for stability, and she threw herself into this without hesitation. "Is my ass good too, professor? Please tell me my big, juicy, bouncing ass is perfect."

Unable to resist giving it a smack, Byleth happily brought his open palm crashing down across it. "Your ass is absolutely perfect," he growled. "This big, fuckable ass looks so nice bouncing on my lap, and one of these days I am going to bend you over in the middle of class and ram my cock between these fat cheeks."

"You're free to fuck my ass whenever you want to!" The madness of giving in to these pleasures kept Hilda moving, urgency and fire and delight pulling her deeper, making her want to simply break. She wanted this so fucking badly, wanted to accept the pleasures that demanded she break. Hilda's only thoughts were of cock, a throbbing lust and hunger that kept her fully fixated, committed only to giving in and letting go. There was no sense here, just the pleasure brewing hotter.

Hypnotizing and fucking his students was as wrong as things could probably get. Byleth didn't care. He gave Hilda's ass some more smacks, loving the ways she desperately, cloyingly threw herself into giving up to this. He felt the ravenous hungers keep him locked in, a firm commitment to anything and everything she was doing, his body ready to throb through this, his cock loving the slick embrace of her snug cunt. This was all very simple now, a fundamentally sound rush of pleasures he just had to give in to, following after the chaos and letting it all consume him now.

Racing faster atop his lap, Hilda was on a crash course into ruin, but all she felt was ride over giving in like this. Louder she moaned, throwing everything in her head into disarray and loving how good it felt to stop caring. She welcomed the chance to break down, welcomed destruction. With a hopeless, hot gasp, she broke down fully. "Professor!" she howled, throwing her head back and bouncing quicker atop him, madly pursuing fascination and want. This was so much, but she was committed, ready, giving in harder and finding that it all felt better and better by the second. As long as she could throw herself into all of this, there wasn't a damn thing else she needed to worry about.

Byleth was all too happy to groan and buck and thrash about before cumming in her pussy. He creampied his needy student, giving her ass a few more smacks. "You're so fucking good! You're going to win that contest easily."

If he were to think on it, Byleth's image of Hilda in the bedroom would have been one who came once and then went totally lethargic. Not this Hilda. This Hilda was far more prepared to do her part, twisting around and dropping quickly to her knees, pushing forward to get her mouth around his cock and sucking it down. She didn't even tell him she was going to give him a clean-up blowjob, she just dove in to give him the pleasures and commotions she needed now. There was no restraint here, no moment where she felt any shame or hesitation. There was only the raw passion of someone whose every thought was of cock.

"Good fucking girl," Byleth groaned. He didn't mind. Hilda's hypnosis had worked perfectly, and now he had at his disposal someone absolutely incapable of self-control or thought. The unrestrained thrills she pushed forward with left him feeling better, left Byleth needing only to pursue this madness and this delirium. "You're my favorite student, Hilda. You're so slutty, and I love that about you."

Choking him down, Hilda couldn’t respond or be grateful, but with every motion of her head, she was nonetheless giving him a sort of sloppy praise that made him understand perfectly. Her hands spread his thighs apart and the mad devotion kept her falling deeper, the fascination coming without any real control or calm. The pleasure were was a simple one now, sucking the taste of her cunt off his cock, slurping at her sticky juices and cleaning up for him, praising him with all the pleasure and focus she could muster, anything to make him happy. The pleasure was there for her to lose herself to, a frustrating spiral down into ruin, but one that Hilda was ready to glorify.

Hilda loved being a slut. She loved being looked at and lusted after. She always had! Looking up at Byleth as he stared down upon her, she felt objectified and exposed, but that was how she always wanted to be. There was nothing unexpected about that, nothing she had to worry about. Everything was just happening with bold insistence and a pressure that she couldn't possibly navigate now, but the foggy, clumsy joy left her ready to sink into it.

With cum leaking out of her cunt and the embrace of pure fascination dragging her deeper, everything felt delirious, felt wild, felt like the rush into what she needed. There was no moment of restraint to save her now from this, the pleasures pulling her in harder, inducing madness and frenzy that she felt like she just had to embrace. There was only the surrender of giving in, the pleasure and the joy of completely breaking down. Slurping, slobbering, losing herself completely, all that Hilda could think about was the relief of losing control, the pleasure of simply accepting this.

"I'm going to cum," Byleth groaned, resisting everything that urged him to grab her head and ram her down onto his cock. He held it all back to savour instead the raw joy of watching Hilda take down every inch of his cock, lips wrapped tight around his base so he could paint her throat white. It was an incredible display of pure greed, a resolute rush of insanity that held him tight, and he couldn't possibly resist giving up to the thrashing joy of letting go, cumming into her throat and letting her enjoy every drop of his seed.

Pulling hastily up and gasping for air, a gasp of, "Professor, am I a good cocksucker?" betrayed her priorities even still.

"You are," Byleth groaned. "You're such a slut, but I'm glad you are. You make an exceptional one, Hilda. The top in the class."

"Good. I'll fuck anyone will have to to make sure nobody is a bigger slut than me!" She made a resolute fist and prepared herself. "When I win the Heron Cup, everybody will want to fuck me, and I won't be able to fit all their cocks in me!"

Byleth could only smile. "That's the plan," he said, palming the crystal in his pocket and fondly thinking ahead to the competition and the mess it was about to be.