Smash Series 4/5 - Byleth (Patreon)

Artwork done by Gisarts

Story commissioned by Paulie25

I was kneeling on the ground, my bare knees to the grass, feeling embarrassed and bewildered. My mind was racing and my blood still pumping, as my horniness was only rising with every “fight”, and I was really starting to struggle with self-control. I took a deep breath as I stuffed my throbbing erection back into my pants. I wanted to keep myself from charging the next girl, whoever she was. Obviously it’s bad form in any circumstance, but honestly, these ladies could rip me in half if I got them mad enough!

Atleast now I could remind myself of what Pyra said, that she planned on catching up with me later and finishing me off. So it’s okay if I don’t explode right now, I know it’ll happen in a big way later when she starts sucking me off again.

God, that’s going to be amazing… I’ll see her hips popping into the air, her boobs swaying and bobbing as her mouth skillfully works over my-

Nope, nevermind, focusing on that isn’t helping me ward off the horniness one iota! Thankfully my mind was taken off of it when the environment changed yet again and I felt the floor become much more solid beneath me. Which I guess is a given, considering that it’s an actual floor now rather than a field of grass.

Compared to where I’d been so far in this journey, the place seemed mundane. It was… a library. Bookshelves and desks as far as the eye could see. A large library to be sure but not a particularly special one. And before I even got started considering the implications of this, I heard a click clack of high heels behind me, which quickly clued me in.

Byleth… ooh man, she was a hot one. I mean all the girls I’ve seen today were, but something about her… her body, the way she dresses and the way she carries herself… goodness. I actually kept myself from looking back at the sound, because if I saw her in my current state I might just explode. There’s no way I’d keep control. So instead I just stared at the floor as the click clack noise became louder.

Before long, a pair of lengthy black boots strode into my field of view. Here I was, already kneeling at her feet. Even Palutena didn’t achieve this so quickly!

I heard a steady, clear voice speak down at me. “Look at me. Up here.”

Nervously I started tilting my head upwards. And in the process I got a long, slow, up-close look at some truly remarkable legs. My goodness, what a sight. Long, thick and curvaceous, leading up to rounded hips; I’ve seen a lot of shapely legs today of course. But what I hadn’t seen were the stockings she was sporting… my God, did they add a lot. They were dark but with a see-thru mesh, and floral patterns that really drew your eye to them. As my eyes slowly trailed up her legs I felt myself nearly frothing at the mouth, especially as I saw her ample thighs.

But then I realized that, while similar, she wasn’t wearing the same outfit that she typically fights in. Normally she wears black shorts, but for this occasion, she instead wore a miniskirt, much to my good fortune because from my position I ended up looking right up it! This was a heavenly upskirt shot as I gazed at her thin black thong.

“...Ahem. A little higher, please.” she said to me, her voice calm but authoritative.

I perked my head up to see her in her full glory. She wore a tight top, almost like a corset that bared her midriff and chest, just the smallest hint of the top of her bosom. Around her neck she wore a white false collar. Attached to the collar was a golden brooch with a red tassel which hung down in front of her wonderfully large breasts. She appeared to have small false sleeves as well, but this was mostly obscured by the oversized coat that she basically wore like a cape, letting the lengthy sleeves hang on either side of her round hips.

She seemed to have eschewed her weapons and armored gauntlets, obviously knowing this wasn’t going to be any real sparring session, atleast not coming from my end. She was carrying a pen and a notebook with her, I noticed…

Her lengthy hair was a cool blue, crystal teal I believe is what they call the shade… what? Hey, I know a lot about colors, what can I say? And her eyes were the same shade, looking down at me with an appropriate coldness. Her expression was very neutral, even compared to other characters I’d seen from her world…

Man. She really was incredible. But I wasn’t going wild like I thought I would. Actually something about her sheer aura just made me want to fall into subservience. Kneeling before her all docile like this, felt about right. I wanted to say something but I couldn’t form words, I was too entranced already.

She stared down her nose at me as she spoke concisely. “I’ve been watching you closely. I must say, you’re an interesting specimen.”

“I-I am…?” I croaked.

“It’s easy to forget these are even supposed to be sparring sessions. Your fighting style appears to be based around begging your opponents to trounce you in specific ways and letting it happen. A questionable strategy, to say the least…” she replied calmly with a very faint smirk at the end. “You’re a deeply perverted man, aren’t you?”

“I… w-well…” I sputtered. By this point I couldn’t really deny that, but I didn’t want Byleth to be disgusted by me.

“You needn’t try to hide it. It’s very apparent, even now you struggle to keep your eyes from veering down at my panties. It’s okay. In fact, it intrigues me.” she explained, her arms crossed, a contemplative hand to her chin. “It seems that you’re obsessed with being hurt, belittled and humiliated. And by women you’ve only just met. And you’re a slave to these urges… you’re so very perverted that I find it… academically fascinating. I want to… study you.”

“St-study…?”

Byleth nodded and held up her pen and notebook. “I’ll treat this so-called ‘sparring session’ as an experiment… and I’ll be taking notes. A psychological study of a masochist, derived from a… hands-on field test. So then. Tell me… what would you like for me to do to you?”

I was stunned by the question for a moment. My mind raced with possibilities but I was too afraid of saying most of them. I looked down at Byleth’s heels, and there I had an epiphany.

“…Step on me.” I muttered, bowing my head. “P-Please, please step on me, senpai.”

The ‘senpai’ just slipped out, I couldn’t control it! But her only visible reaction was a quiet nod before she raised her long, shapely leg into the air and slowly pushed the bottom of her boot into the back of my head…

I must’ve looked like the picture of subservience as she slowly pushed my face against the floor. Her heel dug into my head, the toe of her boot grinding against the nape of my neck. I groaned, my neck feeling very sensitive at that point.

She took her time, gently yet firmly pressing weight down on me and I felt like a lowly dog all the while… and for reasons I can’t explain, I was loving every second of it. I heard a scribbling noise - the sound of her writing something down on her notebook, presumably - before she pulled her foot away. I braved a glance upwards, and caught a greedy glimpse up her skirt, another heavenly shot of her panties before she took a striding step forward.

I gasped as her foot came down on my shoulder blades and just kept going, pinning my chest to the floor. She put all of her weight on me as she kept going, literally walking all over me. Byleth’s stride was confident, a feminine way of her hips as she turned my back into a sidewalk. Her boot came down particularly solidly across my ass, pushing my erection against the floor in the process, earning a gasp from me. And she stood like that for a moment, again writing something down on her notebook before stepping to my side.

I glanced to see her with her nose in the book, not bothering to look at me as she said, “So, you enjoy being stepped on. Do you enjoy being kicked around as well?”

“B-By a woman like you…?” I replied with a grin and a blush. “Oh, absolutely. I’d- urgh!”

I couldn’t even get my whole response out before she delivered a swift kick to my ribs, her instep slamming into my side. I let out  a surprised yelp, that hurt more than I expected. And she follow up with a harder kick, which buried the toe of her boot into my gut. This lifted me slightly and sent me onto my side.

As I lay there hissing, Byleth continued speaking in her stoic but authoritative voice. “On your back. Roll over. I’m going to inspect your penis.”

She could’ve easily forced me to my back with a decent shove of her boot, but it seemed she liked bossing me around. Or maybe this was just part of her study… either way, I was not about to say no to something like that! I happily rolled to my back and pushed my pelvis forward, trying to make my bulge look a little larger. I laid there nervously, hoping she’d like what she saw.

Byleth stepped forward and stood above me, her lovely legs spread, one foot next to either side of my ribs as she stared down at my crotch. She seemed unaware, or unbothered by the fact that she was giving me a great view up her skirt once again, this time letting me see the beautiful contour of her ass, looking so soft, round and jiggly and juicy… I actually caught myself licking my lips at the sight…

“Hmm… hmm… it’s a lot thicker up close…” she muttered as she studied my bulge.

“R-Really?!” I spoke up, excited to hear this.

She seemed to ignore my enthusiasm and instead, much to my delight and fortune, she decided to sit down upon my chest. Her heavenly ass was right up in front of my face, though from that angle I could only see the bottom of it poking out teasingly from under her skirt. Still that skirt was tight and hugged her flesh lovingly, enough that I could just make out an outline in the center… ohhhh, so awesome!

Byleth took a few more notes before speaking up with another command. “I need direct contact. Remove your pants.”

My eyes lit up at that one I’m sure. “Y-Yes ma’am!” I croaked, before reaching down for the hem of my pants. From this position though this wasn’t easy to do, all of her weight was sat down upon my chest, so I couldn’t rise up.

“It’s… a little awkward like this…” I said as I fervently yanked at the top of my pants, struggling to pull them down.

Byleth sounded totally disaffected as she replied, “You’ll manage.”

It was a pretty humiliating sight as I kicked and wriggled but eventually I managed to get my pants down enough to expose myself.

Byleth bit down on her pin and let out a small “Hmm” as she stared at my throbbing erection. She leaned forward to get a closer look, nearly shoving her ass into my face in the process.

The sexy teacher proceeded to reach into her top, and I was envious of her fingers as they dipped into her cleavage. She pulled out a folded-up slip of paper from between her generous breasts. She took a moment to unfurl it before placing it on the floor between my thighs. What was she doing…?

I gasped in unexpected delight when she took a gentle but firm grasp of my cock. She pushed it down onto the paper, and put her index finger against the head of it to keep my dick pinned down. She proceeded to take her pen and draw a perfect outline of my penis. Then she did the same for my balls, which made me quiver a bit; after my encounter with Mythra my nads were still pretty sensitive!

She put the paper in her notebook and kept scribbling, mumbling to herself all the while. “…14.4 cm in length… for girth… mmm, looks like… hm, 13.61. Right, right…”

She… was making measurements. And she did it in the most demeaning way she could think of. Byleth was studying me without any concern for my feelings, I felt like I was an animal in a zoo, or a lab rat maybe. She was treating me like a piece of meat… so why was I so turned on by this?!

Well, having her ass right in my face didn’t hurt matters but, still!

As if she could read my mind, she chose that moment to ask, “Do you enjoy having such a close view of my backside?”

“Ohhh yes! I love it!” I eagerly admitted, staring lustfully at her ample, rounded booty, hugged lovingly  by her tight skirt. I felt my fingers start to wiggle on their own as I licked my lips and continued, “The only thing about it is… it’s r-really hard to resist touching it. I mean I just, it looks so… ngh, it looks like it’d feel so nice in my hands…”

Byleth took a moment to contemplate this, before reaching back and yanking her miniskirt up, revealing the entirety of her magnificent ass! The cheeks were so plump and shapely, and just from this minute movement I saw a little bounce and jiggle. “Go ahead,” she said, her eyes not leaving my erection. “Touch it as much as you’d like.”

I let out an embarrassing cry of excitement as I reached for that beautiful booty. My oh my, was it an incredible feeling as my hands came into contact and I greedily groped at her soft flesh, enjoying the texture of her thin, silky stockings… I watched it bounce and jiggle and sway in my hands, squishing the cheeks only to see them quickly return to their pristine round shape… ohhh what a sight, what a feeling…

She watched my genitals all the while, writing down lord knows what in her notebook as she watched it bob and react… I couldn’t care less on my end, far too busy indulging in that lovely ass of hers. She chewed on the tip of her pen for a bit, before putting her own hands to work…

Byleth reached down to my crotch and ran her fingers gently across my member, earning a groan of delight from me. It happened slowly at first but within moments her hands were all over my junk! I stroked her backside in response, a fun little game of give and take we seemed to be playing now.

She wasn’t exactly jerking me off or giving me an affectionate massage, it was more like she was probing for reactions. She’d tap delicately on the tip of my cock, cup my balls in each hand, give a gentle squeeze to the base of my penis… her fingernails began to tickle the underside of my dick. It seemed like she was trying to see first hand and quite precisely where I was most sensitive and she had a knack for it…

Byleth leaned in, her soft massive breasts squishing against my stomach as her face came perilously close to my erection. I thought she might want to suck it for a moment, but instead she simply let me feel the warmth of her breath upon it. I was so down bad at this point that even this drove me wild… and her probing peaked when she simply took her thumb and index finger and pinched lightly on my shaft, just below the head of my dick. This was always a particularly sensitive spot for me and I let it be known, bellowing a groan of pure ecstasy…

She took note of this, and thankfully decided to repeat this a few times, pausing to take notes between pinches. This was really, REALLY getting to be too much, I could feel that familiar rise once again as I knew if this persisted I would come from deep, deep inside me, an ache in my nuts that needed to be quelled… I leaned my face in closer to her ass, trying but not quite able to motorboat it as my hands continued fondling them lovingly and with increasing vigor.

Byleth saw my twitching intensify and took her hand away. She was trying to leave me blue like the others have so far, but at this rate just my contact with her backside would be enough. As she leaned up, she stated the obvious, “If you keep this up, you’re going to reach an orgasm. Stop what you’re doing.”

“B-But…” I sputtered, desperate for release as ever and physically incapable of taking my hands away from her ample bottom.

To this, she reached down and took hold of my bare testicles, giving them a squeeze. It wasn’t a tight one, but a firm warning, and it brought back the aches and pains that Mythra’s brutal knees left me with just minutes earlier. She repeated, a little louder this time, “I said STOP.”

Regretfully I pulled my hands away from her ass and as she released my balls, I let out a frustrated groan. This constantly denied orgasm was starting to become a serious issue, I felt a sting surging through me, my entire body aching for a release that seemed like it was never going to come. I’d been edged to hell and back at this point.

“Why?!” I croaked, sounding absolutely pitiful. “I neeeed it… I need it so bad… if I don’t cum I’m gonna die…!”

She looked back at me, her eyes colder than ever, seemingly peeved at me. “If you were to climax now, your penis would soften and your sex drive would deflate, and that would be the end of my study. I came here to experiment on you and learn about masochism and I am not finished yet. So, let me make this perfectly clear… you are NOT allowed to cum until I say so.”

NNnggh… that was the hottest thing I’d heard yet. Even just reciting it now gives me shivers… why am I like this?

She turned back towards my johnson, watching as the twitching slowed back down. She then said, “...Still, I’m not heartless. So I’ll allow you to decide what I should do to you next. I will not suck it or have it inside me… otherwise, I’ll do whatever you’d like.”

“Oh wow. Um…” I uttered, hesitating as the possibilities raced within me. I gazed at her backside, and tilted my head to look upon her beautiful thighs. I hadn’t really experienced them yet, and I knew I wanted that to change.

So I cleared my throat and cautiously answered, “I’d… I’d really like to be squeezed between your thighs. If I could feel what it’d be like for them to hug my head… that’d be a dream come true.”

She nodded simply and started sliding forward. I watched with bated breath as her long, sculpted legs coiled backwards. In seconds, they started to close in on me, and I felt her inner thighs smoosh against my cheeks. I moaned lightly and noticed that I could barely hear my own voice as her legs had overtaken my ears, deafening me slightly.

I could feel her slide my pants back up to hide my shame, and I think she was explaining why but I couldn’t hear her voice. Her snug headscissor seemed to detach me from the world around me, leaving me with nothing but the sheer plush softness of her thick, feminine flesh, her thighs quickly becoming my entire universe…

This was fleeting, as soon I heard the sound of the ticking clocks and other such ambient noises of our usual world, her thighs leaving my ears. But this was only because she was adjusting to an even hornier position. I looked down to see she had laid her notebook down between my splayed legs. She lowered herself, letting her bodacious breasts sink delicately into my bulge, engulfing it with ease.

And then she slid back, just enough to not only drag her tits against my erection but also send her beautiful ass right into my face. Her cheeks kissed mine, and my nose ended up splitting them - it smelled a lot nicer than it had any right to. And all the while her thighs were slowly but firmly tightening around my neck, cushiony as could be. Indeed it reminded me a bit of the neck pillow I wore on the flight over, but it’d be blasphemy to compare the coziness of this to riding on an airplane!

My cock twitched against her tits as she kept writing away in her notebook and I… well I was in utter paradise…

Ohhh man did I want to cum. But I was able to keep from hurting about this too much; she said she wouldn’t let me cum until she said so. I’d just have to trust that she’d let me have my release when she was ready. Until then I’d be the good little submissive that I am and just lie back and enjoy the wonderful gift that was Byleth’s immaculate body… cold and rigid as she might’ve been acting, she was soft and warm as could be on the outside.

She seemed to be getting really into her writing, as she started to wriggle, her ass wiggling in my face, and her breasts shaking from side to side, brushing against my dick. I can’t help but groan, my lust overtaking me again, though my moans were muffled now by her soft cheeks…

“Shh.” Byleth called back to me, like a true librarian. “I’m trying to think… be quiet.”

She was either unaware or entirely callous to the fact that her every movement was driving me wild. I tried to hold it in, but… it just felt so incredible…

And to my shock, she was about to take this a step further.

“It dances so much… I’d like to get a better feel for the variations in intensity…” she murmured to herself. I had no idea what she meant by that, until I saw it… she leaned up, and actually pulled down her top! Frustratingly I couldn’t see it from this position - of course the faceful of ass remained a nice consolation - but it was obvious that her large, supple tits had bounced free from their fabric confines!

In order to, I suppose, get a more intimate sense of every little minute twitch, she proceeded to lean down and once again smoosh her breasts into my bulge, far deeper than before! Ohhhh my God, I don’t know how I didn’t explode on the spot when her smooth, bare breasts began to hug my rock solid cock…

I howled out again, and again she said, “Quiet!”, this time pushing her ass deeper into my face to further muffle my outcry. But regardless of whether or not I could voice it, the pleasure I felt in this moment was off the charts. And so soon after the last time, I again felt the sensation rise from deep within me… I just needed her to stay like this, that’s all. Just keep lying there like this for a few more precious moments…

But with supernatural timing, mere milliseconds before I was about to burst she rose up, her bare breasts sliding off my crotch as her ass also pulled away from my face. Her boobs were large enough that I could see them from behind and noticed a hefty bounce, but she pulled her top back up to ensure I wouldn’t see them in their full glory…

And before I can even process this frustration, another wave of stimulation came when she slid back and sat her huge ass directly onto my head! She used my face as her personal cushion, and this one came with zero warning. Obviously I wasn’t complaining though! I delighted in feeling her weight press down on me through her ample posterior whilst she took a moment to contemplate her next move, stopping to scribble down a note or two. (I’d become familiar with the sound at this point so it was easy enough to tell.)

Out of nowhere I heard her ask, “How do you feel about feet?”

To which I of course gave my best response, which sounded something like, “Arrh roike phee josht funn…”

“Oh.” she remarked as she heard my muffled voice. She rose off of me and stood up, once again letting me look right up her skirt as she explained, “My apologies, I was so wrapped up in my notes that I didn’t even realize I had sat on your face. Can you say that again, please?”

So that wasn’t even part of the test… she’d just sat on me completely absent-mindedly. I took a breath and repeated, “I like feet just fine!”

She nodded and stepped away, sitting next to me. I watched as she started slowly undoing her boots and pulling them off… God, this was insane. I mean this whole day was unlike anything I’d ever experienced, I could hardly believe the time I’d had with any of these Smash ladies. But this? This was something else entirely, I was like a toy for Byleth, a plaything to sate her curiosity. It was totally demeaning and I was so totally into it…

My body started io convulse… the edging was being taken so far now that it was becoming unbearable. I wanted to follow her orders and be a good boy, I really did, but it was so hard… I looked down at my bulge, seeing the erection bob and twitch and… I realized that now that she wasn’t on top of me anymore, I could reach down there.

Obviously it isn’t what I’d hope for after all this, but I needed a release so bad that just being able to jerk off would be a godsend at this point. Seemingly on it’s own, my hand starting trailing down the front of my pants…

But of course Byleth caught this, and was not happy. She already had a boot in her hand so she naturally opted to throw it right at my face. I felt the heavy weight of it smack meant my nose ended up inside of it, forcing me to get a whiff… a strong scent to be sure. I coughed a little as I swept it away.

“No!” Byleth shouted, louder than I’d heard from her up to this point. She was definitely agitated now. “I thought I had made myself clear, you can’t cum for any reason until you have my permission!”

“B-But… but, mistress, I mean… s-senpai please… you don’t understand..!” I whined.

She was hearing none of it. Byleth instead crawled on top of me, pinning my shoulders down. She looked me right in the eye and as she leaned over, her breasts began spilling out of her top again, enough to show off a stupendous amount of cleavage. With an icy cold stare she spoke firmly and loudly, “You are NOT allowed to cum. You are FORBIDDEN from having an orgasm. Is that clear?”

“Y-Yes ma’am…” I weakly muttered.

“Say it back.” she demanded. “Repeat it to me.”

“I’m… I am NOT allowed to cum.” I groaned, fighting back tears. “I’m… forbidden from having an orgasm.”

Beyond a shadow of a doubt, she had made me her bitch. She took complete control of me in a manner I never even dreamed of. In that moment, Byleth owned my manhood entirely.

The teacher proceeded to stand up. I could see that her stockings actually ended at the ankles and she had on a pair of black socks beneath it all. She quickly took them off and now was legitimately barefoot. She also took the time to provocatively bend over, showing me her backside as she picked up her book.

“I have some observations that I’d like to share.” she said, studying her notes as she, without even looking, stepped right on top of me, planting her bare feet into my stomach and making me feel her whole weight. She began reading aloud, “...After watching the man ‘spar’ with multiple women before me, I decided I needed to closely study him to understand what makes a masochistic pervert tick, and what the effects of intense, prolonged denial of orgasm would do to such a man. Going forward, this man will be referred to as ‘the specimen’...”

As she spoke and read her rather clinical review of my perversions, Byleth slipped one of her bare feet right onto my face.She pushed her foot down hard against my nose and mouth as she lifted her other leg and placed her opposite foot right down onto my crotch. I was as helpless as could be, at the mercy of a woman who seemed to have none whatsoever.

“The specimen had, in previous exhibitions, shown himself to be a slave to his hormones. His horniness would overwhelm his senses and turn him into a primal beast, who would suddenly lunge at women in an attempt to satiate his carnal desires.” Byleth continued to read, grinding her foot against my face all the while. “This sexual aggression was striking, considering that it was brought about via a submissive tendency, in which his lust seemed to build the more he was beaten and humiliated by powerful women. It would seem very unintuitive, then, that the end result of this horniness would see him try and exert sexual dominance upon these same women.”

Byleth slowly pushed her left foot deeper into my face, then swayed the other way, shifting her weight to instead push down on my thoroughly teased cock. Still she prattled on, “With this in mind, I decided to not only dominate the specimen physically but psychologically. Through dehumanizing tactics, and taking an authoritative stance, I was able to force the specimen into complete submission with surprising ease. This would suggest that a dominant attitude, perhaps even moreso than dominant actions, can hold a great power over a masochist such as this.”

I looked through her toes and saw a smile appearing on Byleth’s face for once, she seemed genuinely enthused to be reading aloud her findings. “The denial of orgasm as well has had a major physiological effect, one greater than projected. And it has aided into turning him truly subservient, to the point where the same man who rushed at previous women to try and satiate his lust was now unable to so much as touch himself to reach the same end.”

She wasn’t wrong. I really was feeling like a freak. Hard to believe I was still trying to deny being a pervert just over half an hour ago… I had truly fallen a long way during these sessions. But if that fall landed me under the feet of a woman like Byleth, maybe I’m glad to have stooped so low! And just as I thought that, the big toe of her left foot slipped right into my mouth, forcing me to suckle upon it, savoring the sour taste.

“This specimen continues to intrigue me, as it appears that there is a direct correlation between my level of cruelty and his level of arousal. I believe that I can go much further, even still… and wish to see just how far we can push him until we hit a breaking point.” she concluded before glancing down at me with a smirk. What on Earth could she have prepared for me next…?

…Fortunately, or perhaps unfortunately, I would never find out. At that exact moment, the buzzer sounded. Byleth’s smile faded to the more neutral expression I had grown accustomed.

“Mmm. Looks as though I indulged a bit too much. Another day then, perhaps…” she said.

My fists slammed against the floor, my cock was lurching beneath her bare foot and every inch of my body was screaming out for me to not let this happen again. “Wait…!” I croaked. “Don’t leave yet… please… please, I was patient, I waited… please, let me cum…!”

Byleth’s smirk returned quickly as she looked down her nose at me. “Hmm, did I suggest that I would do this at the end of the session? Perhaps, in the name of science, I led you on for a bit. But, sorry to say, I never had any intention of letting you have your release.”

“Wha… what?! B-But-” I stammered.

She interrupted, “You see, I could study the orgasm any day. There is much science on it already, and I could do field tests with ease. But when I saw you, I knew there was a much less researched topic I could look into, that of extreme edging. And it’s been truly enlightening to study such a thing. But if I let you cum now, I won’t be able to further observe the effects during your final sparring session. So… no, it’s not happening, not today.”

I couldn’t react. I couldn’t say even a single word, nothing could quite encapsulate my desperation in that moment.

“Still… there is one thing I wanted to test. Your erection has lasted for quite a while… but might it be able to persist, even after you lose consciousness…?”

Byleth reared her foot off of my face, in the process placing her full weight briefly upon my aching groin. I saw a flash of her panties right before she brought her bare foot into my face twice with a pair of powerful stomps. The first rocked me, my head snapping backwards upon impact as the balls of her foot careened into my cheek. The second one caused everything to go dark as I was out like a light…

…I believe I was only unconscious for a few moments, however long it took for Byleth to walk away, for the area around us to transform once more, and for the next participant to enter the arena.

Before I could even open my eyes, I felt the overwhelming sting of blue balls. And before I even laid eyes on the demons flying overhead, the otherworldly landscape and the surreal sight of buildings flying upwards as the platform I’m lying on plummeted slowly and endlessly… already, I knew that there could only be one woman left for me to face.

I heard it - the click-clack of a very distinct pair of heels. I gulped, knowing that this woman may either be the very best or very worst thing that could happen to me in this, my moment of extreme longing.

I tilted my head upwards to see her, though my vision was flipped upside down, her figure was unmistakable. I saw the long legs, slender frame and voluptuous curves of the one and only Bayonetta, who gazed down at me with an unknowable smirk.

As I wondered what the witch could possibly have in store for me, for many long seconds, time itself seemed to be standing still…

To be continued…