Edelgarden of Eden: Dimitri to Edelgard (Patreon)

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Dimitri almost lost it in the various pieces of war council and other assorted bits of messages strewn about his table, Edelgard’s name written in graceful loops and swirls. It was rare to get anything from her, though he definitely had things sour between them once he realized her extremist political views and actions. Plus she had completely forgotten him from their childhoods which was a sore subject not that he’d admit that. But barring peace agreements or a formal letter of apology for her mockery of his political views, he did not think the contents would be more than a passing fancy. Yet their past goaded him onwards, setting his lance against the back of his chair, he slipped a finger under the wax seal and tried to carefully undo it, but instead ended up tearing it in two with his strength, an annoyed tut leaving him as the message floated down from its emptied holder, his dynamic vision following the piece of paper as he was able to read out a small segment.

“I do not ask for forgiveness for one does not pay tribute to one’s self, but I am sure even you would agree this was a better alternative to further war, though you’d be complaining like a spoiled maiden over the morality like you always do. Well I for one look forward to our conversations from now on El. It will be nice to see eye to eye for once and rekindle that old camaraderie of ou-” There was obviously more to it, but the rest was choked out by the split envelope halves hissing as a dark red and white gas poured out into the room, Dimitri coughing as he swore he witnessed sparks in the hazy miasma before it dissipated. Fear struck him then, realizing that he might have just sucked down a potent poison, shocked that someone he had once called friend, a family member no less, could stoop low enough to kill him just because he stood in her way. He felt betrayed, horrified, disgusted… fine?

Yes the smoke had given him a panic attack at the start but now it seemed to be just a prank, which was highly unlike Edelgard, especially in the midst of their campaigns in the middle reaches. If this was some type of jape, then by gods she had outdone Alois’s poor taste, a feat he thought impossible. Something clanked down behind him, scaring him as he turned to see his lance falling, making him feel foolish until he looked closer at the fallen weapon, its design shifting radically before his eyes. At first he wanted to say it was corroding, perhaps the gas only affected metal and this was a taste of her power, but that wasn’t right. The top was gaining mass somehow, the bizarre alchemy of it lost on him as a thick counterweight sprouted from the back of his lance’s edge, the front sharpening further as it thrust out straight, before curving down like an inverse scythe. It was only once the red marks and patterns had formed that he recognized what had happened to his lance, it was Edelgard’s axe!

What sort of foul sorcery had she resorted to this ti-

Does it really matter? Have their purposes suddenly changed? Both are made for killing an act you abhor if you truly stand by your convictions.

Well yes he did find it distasteful, but that was besides the point, a weapon doesn’t just change!
Says who? All sorts of strange abilities exist out there and it’s not like you liked using the lance, or are you a hypocrite?! Besides if it has the same use and just means you’ll use it less, isn’t that a victory for you or do you show your true colors as a fellow murderer?

Dimitri paused, wondering what he had been so worked up over, his mind troubled as he sat back down, feeling strange as his mind raced. And like any good race, the competition was trying to win.

That letter must have stirred something nasty up in his mind if he was parroting some of Edelgard’s points, yet even if it was just a mental simulation, he just couldn’t let her get away with such debasement of his character yet again.
“Of course I’m not a hypocrite! Why must you taunt me like this every time!” Dimitri gasped it out, feeling oddly flushed like his body had just finished a grueling training session. His blood was certainly pumping something fierce, though he couldn’t tell why, the agitation almost… pleasant? Something was strange, he should call someo-

Ah running away are we?

Of course he wasn’t. He had responsibilities as king and it would do no good to give his people a weak ruler. He already despised that just because he was the king, his life was held over all others, a shiver running down his spine as he remembered the Tragedy of Duscur like it was yesterday, vowing to make their sacrifices at least worthwhile by being the best-

You’re just running from the truth Dimitri! Can’t you tell you’re avoiding your responsibility?

Since it was just a voice in his head he humored her point, pleasant pulsations making him feel less argumentative.

You do not wish for something like Duscur to ever happen, yet have resigned yourself to ignoring the underlying root of the issue! You’re merely trying to make the best of a bad situation when you wield the authority to prevent another Duscur entirely. I assume you’d agree prevention is better than battle, a war won not half so good as talks preventing the need to win a war wouldn’t you say?

That did make sense, one hand scratching at his irritated scalp, his blonde hairs paling to white gold as they slithered down his back. But he was sure the solution they’d have would be radical and absurd in a variety of-

Class equality is the solution. You wish to work within the system to make changes, so if you hate my radical revolutions, why not merely do one in policy? After all it’s not like you could change things within the system without making tweaks, just level the playing field with sweeping policy reform. Less peasants will die because of lack of wealth and I know how much you despise the haughty nobles. Lower them down a peg with progressive changes and make Faerghus equal. If all are treated equally under the law then no one life would be protected at the costs of dozens.

Dimitri smiled at the thought. He had to admit that sounded good. Hell it felt good as he moaned, shifting about in his chair as he stared down, surprised to see his cock fully erect. That small ideological acquiescence led to further structural changes, his hands rubbing his temples as a sultrier moan leaked out, lashes sprouting over lavender eyes, his circular temple passes compressing pieces of his face while his pleased purrs rose to a familiar tone. It didn’t matter that Edelgard’s voice was moaning from his lips, well her lips now, the plump pillows lazily rubbing while his paler hair finished growing down to his mid-back. The change in view was so total that with a few more numbing pulses he found it hard to remember why he had ever opposed that view. Of course the issue was in the structure of the kingdom, though simple law reforms could do wonders to make him like any other, perhaps one day even leading to the abolition of the monarchy, though that was a bit too much too fast for him. Though this could all come after he achieved vengeance for the dead.

Are you sure that’s what they’d want?

Hmm? No of course they’d want to be avenged, this was such an important burden that had helped make him the man he was to this day. He wouldn’t just waver because he was lightly questioned. Even now their corpses yearned for justice from beyond the grave.
Again I ask if you are sure, doesn’t this seem more like misplaced guilt? While you spend years chasing after phantoms of men you don’t even know are still alive, what of the people of your kingdom who could be saved now?! Will the corpses you’ve ignored for their self proclaimed vengeance not also cry for justice? When they sacrificed themselves for you, was it because they held no value for the lives around them or was it because they wished to give their all to protect their ward? Do you think throwing away the lives of others is what they wanted?

Of course not! That wasn’t what he was doing… was it? This was a just cause, revenge for the brutal murders of his family, his servants, his-
It’s okay to admit the mistake now. When you had vowed revenge you were a boy, a foolish boy who bravely crusaded against what he considered unjust, yet you also bogged yourself down with their corpses. Do you truly wish to burden yourself with more corpses? They fought so that you could live. If you think they were noble and worthy of being avenged, then surely you should also fight so that others may live, your people.

It felt like the world was crashing down around him. So much of his base beliefs had come from his reaction to that sacrifice, and to now have that immense burden recontextualized for him was like a caul had been torn from his eyes, his base beliefs so irrevocably changed that it seemed to matter very little that his cape was now red, his pants red tights. In fact just like the changing fabric of reality and his beliefs, his masculine outfit benefited from the tailoring, his feet a little stuffed into the high heeled boots and his top now a tiered black dress that hugged his body tightly.

There was more of that wonderful throbbing from his head, more Gard slipping through his guard as Edimitri cooed, feeling the weight lift from his shoulders quite literally from the guilt and expectations, his bulky frame receding to a smaller frame, the dress now a better fit. He didn’t know when he had begun to stroke his cock during the changes, yet even with his modesty he was unable to help himself when it felt this good, basking in the wonder as he experienced a truly rare experience, change coming from the bottom up, his body giving in to the will of clothes by a unanimous vote. He couldn’t really see what was happening in his shoes, though whatever it was felt spectacular, the ability to walk in heels etching itself into his muscles. The true treat though came in his legs, the hard ridges of muscle well defined under the tight, red stockings, both limbs buzzing as they stretched out, bulging out into sumptuous curves, fat bloating his thighs as they joined his hands in rubbing his cock. Why had he been so stubborn before? It felt wonderful to let go, to see the world with fresh eyes and fresher hands, his muscly digits long basked in elegance as they rubbed away at his masculinity.

I’m so happy we’re finally coming around to the truth. All of those absolutes you set for yourself, don’t they seem silly now? I mean if just one of these was holding you down this much, imagine the rest of your absurd morals crumbling away to something better? Actually, lets table imagining for some other time since I can show you now.

Edelitri was sure he had some kind of response hw should be using now, something about slippery slopes and limits for behaviour, but he now had joint control over his hands and the other person much preferred to keep him lost in ecstasy. It drove each point home with a downward thrust, sinking him further into moral muck.

Those people sacrificed everything for you… for us! Their deaths were tragedies, yet if we agree to not let anyone die like they did, we also have to be willing to do what no one else has done before. After all, change is HARD for us, but we LOVE our people so much that we’d do ANYTHING for them, even if it meant becoming monsters…

In the pit of his stomach he knew this was wrong, worry over how far he’d be dragged an issue for a second, then the pit of his stomach was filled, his waist collapsing inwards, hips and ass spreading to curved perfection while his toned tummy throbbed with dark strength, his moans growing more heated as his nipples erected.

We’ve seen the darkest depths of what humans can do, we know that death is a great tragedy, yet why should we be held back from noble goals with some paltry moral grandstanding? If all deaths are tragedies, then isn’t killing the few people roadblocking our progress even more urgent a need? Imagine the thousands, millions of people we would tacitly be allowing to die all because we decided that some aristocratic filth’s life was worth more than theirs? It’d be hypocritical for us to put our morals above the people we mean to save after saying that no one person’s life should be worth more than the other. Imagine how much good could come from those snooty bastards we hate so much having a terrible accident befall them, how much that one life will free hundreds from tyranny. They kept us apart because they feared what we could accomplish as a group. Why we did everything together, even when they separated us I kept that knife you engraved to never forget my sister.

“YES! YESSS! TOGETHER WE’LL CUM TOGETHER AS ONE!” Nothing turned Edilgart on more than a good argument, letting his sister’s words fill him as his breasts filled with fat, driving him over the edge as he came, his masterbation only intensifying as he thwacked his balls repeatedly, another white spurt shooting out as he forced them inside. He was letting it all out, all of those preconceptions that seemed so pointless now, and as they streamed from his cock they left his mind entirely, this always being his platform, his beliefs. There was a wonderfully moist sloshing sound as his balls finished receding, driven deep into his bowels while his cock began to relent, ready to join the ecstasy of Edelgard. He’d keep a “t” for differentiation, but nothing else, screaming out their name as the head of his penis condensed, thrusting inwards as his cock bulged, the tip driving a wedge between his thighs and forcing a channel into existence as clear fluids began to flow freely, the thick rod pushing further and further into the warm embrace of ideology, Edelgard’s victory clinched with a wet popping sound and a feminine cry of ecstasy.

“How do you feel Edelgart?” It took her a second to realize that wasn’t a voice in her head, but her sister, Edelgard walking casually into the chambers of what should have been a rival country, yet in rewriting one person’s life into hers she had woven the political affairs of the entire region more to her liking. No she had to stop thinking singularly, their liking. While at first their proposed changes in the law had been resisted by the various nobles of their respective areas, but when you could offer a full terms peace treaty and have the sway of two countries worth of militaries at your disposal, suddenly all opposition faded to grumbles. Their largest opponent had come from the school itself, Rhea, a religious leader who could sway the hearts of millions, though it only took two to catch her off guard and lock her away, the rest of the twinning powder slotted for her next meal as Edelgard would become the premier religious leader of the lands. They were cockier too, a trusted confidante always helpful for their more bloated egos, though they tried to keep it in check in the public. Of course while they had been in school it definitely helped to befriend or if that didn’t work, seduce most of the children of important higher ups, especially those that needed replacing. How many times had they lent a shoulder to a classmate who was grieving after a terrible accident, each one none the wiser that either Gard or Gart had killed them. But enough about their further plans for restructuring, there was something far more pressing for both of them, Edelgart’s eyes not missing the wet puddle on her sister’s pants.

“I feel terrific El, in fact I feel so good that…” She slipped out of her clothes instead of finishing her sentence, Edelgard getting the point as she slipped out of her own matching outfit, her approach strangely appraising instead of the usual ferocity that Edelgart remembered as the norm.

“Well are you just going to look El?”
“Oh I could never settle for just looking, I was just admiring my handiwork, you do feel normal sister correct?”

“Oh who cares about normal. I know I used to be something far more dull and bullish than I am now, but El… I just love being you.” With that she pounced on her twin, both of them knowing just where to stroke, to kiss, when to go rough, when to cuddle, when to suck at each other’s faces like they were going to devour one another and become one singular entity, both deciding to eat each other out before they ate the rich. And then when the fun was done, the two of them stayed huddled on the floor, naked and looking at the damn fine job they did of permanently staining the floor. It was then that Edelgart had a delightfully lurid idea.

“El how long would it take to procure more of the stuff you used on me?” She seemed surprised at the question, then curious as she began trying to figure out where this was going.

“Once we finish converting Rhea to the Edelgarden of Eden, I think it would take at least two months, why?” She tutted at her sister for trying to rush her point, but there was no reason to drag it out so she made her pitch.

“I was just thinking that with how wonderful this whole thing turned out, I still feel a bit underserved, like we’re missing something. Sure we’re a powerhouse now and will have the church in our pockets, but I can’t help but wonder if dear old Claude from school won’t be trying to get in our way soon. Plus imagine the sex with four of us running the entire continent…” El was sold, both of them giddy as schoolgirls as they began the preparation for the next batch, excited at the possibilities the future held for them. And besides, wasn’t it time for a good old school reunion?