Fall from Grace (Patreon)

You just returned from your biggest raid yet, the entire town applauding your teammate, but more importantly you. Your status as the biggest knight in Ja’garn leads you to a life of wealth, fame, and lots of women. You loved the new lifestyle that you never could have experienced before when you were a small time hero. You didn’t want to admit it, but it was mostly due to your cute partner Byleth. She didn’t get nearly as much attention as you though, being a support healer type, she wasn’t very flashy. You could tell that she’s a bit jealous of all the benefits that you get for being the most glorious hero in the kingdom. She says she doesn’t mind and is perfectly fine with simply helping you, but you know better. You’ve been with her for almost two years now, she helped you reach the top.


Of course, you can’t relax for too long. The demon queen that hasn’t been active in hundreds of years has recently started making threats to eliminate most of your city to feed herself. You’re not too concerned, you’ve dealt with beasts and monsters beyond typical human comprehension. You’ve gazed into the void and came out the other side a stronger man. You nearly jumped at the opportunity to take the quest that no one else dared to, and Byleth was equally as excited as you.


The town sent you and her off with cheers, equipment, and bountiful words of encouragement. The only thing you feel is pride as you start your adventure into the crypt. A dark purple hue filled the dungeon-like caves and tunnels, slowly growing stronger as you approach the demon queen. Byleth was prepared, and less scared than usual. She was definitely the anxious type, but your stalwart demeanor must have shook the fear out of her. You draw your sword as the sight of the queen and command Byleth to support you. However, when you do the demon queen cackles.


“Hahahahaha! Byleth! It’s been a grand while hasn’t it darling?” the voice echoes through the cavern. How does she know Byleth? You knew she was a couple of hundred years old because of her elven race, but how would a simple supporter like her know the demon queen? You glance off to Byleth to see large black horns spiraling out of her head, and the tail of the devil sprouting from her behind.


“Yes, mother.” she sighs.


“And I assume this is your ultra powerful friend that wants to defeat me so badly.”


“Mmmhm.” she grumbles back.


“Thank goodness, I was worried that I would actually be defeated. You, knightly one, you know that I was never actually going to kill anyone? I just want to live, is that too much to ask? I knew you would come around and try to defeat me eventually, so I decided to expedite the process with cute little Byleth over here. Speaking of her, Byleth, you may begin our plans now.”


You stand there in shock as Byleth casts a regular binding spell on you, your weakened mental fortitude causes the spell to work like a charm, leaving you completely unable to move. She then casted a fortitude debuff on you, making you suggestible to whatever she had planned. Byleth pulled down her bra to reveal her full soft tits and pink nipples. You only saw her as a party member, but seeing her breasts in the flesh filled you with lust, lust that only grew as she approached you. She cupped one of her boobs with both hands and raised it to your mouth, you couldn’t resist, you started suckling on her puffy nipples. Her cheeks blushed a bit as a hot liquid started to pour into mouth, you gulped and swallowed the sweet creamy liquid, not even questioning it. The warmth of the milk ran through your body, through your limbs, into your mind. You keep sucking as your massive, defined muscles shrink into near nothingness while the rest of your structure shrinks to become incapable of carrying a simple sword. You suck harder on her breast, trying to get out all of the creamy milk that you could. She detaches the nipple from your mouth, white fluid still squirting out onto the floor as her breath heaved.


Your armor came right off due to your feminine posture as she forced you to bend down on your knees, completely naked. She sits on top of you, straddling you with her thick legs as she locks lips with you. You can't help but move your tongue inside of hers, her silvia intertwining with yours. She puts her dainty hands on your face, lightly stroking it, your sharp chin rounding out as your face becomes cute and your cheeks become pudgy and pinchable. Your chocolate brown hair cascades down your body, tickling your back and shrinking shoulders. You lightly sucked on her lips as the pleasure in your crotch grew. Byleth took notice and started grinding on your throbbing member. As your passionate kiss got deeper, the area between your legs became emptier. You feel a strange tingling in your crotch as you moan into Byleth’s mouth, a short “MMMMMPHHHHH” vibrating inside of her as your slick pussy forms. She breaks the kiss, leaving a trail of spit between you and her. Your eyes beg for more as the binding spell she put on you forces you to lay down.


She slides off her nun-esque supporter dress and panties to reveal her own dripping slit. Your heart pounds as she slowly lowers her juicy ass onto your face, vagina dripping directly into your mouth. You savor every drop of her liquids as with each delicious bead of fluid your ass and tiny breasts swell a little larger. Your mind is only filled with thoughts of pleasuring Byleth. She lowers her ass down right onto your face, your tongue going straight into action lapping up every drop of her lucious womanhood. Byleth bites her lip to stop herself from moaning, “D~don’t think I enjoy this… pet.” her voice trembles as you continue to push your tongue in and out of her sweet vagina. Your breasts and ass reach massive proportions, butt and thighs squishing and spreading against the ground while your E cup breasts are nearly sliding off your chest. The weight of them incredibly arousing, the feeling of soft flesh on your chest made you even more wet than before, pussy juices dripping onto the floor.


Byleth dispels the binding, allowing you to move again. You immediately dart your hands to your womanhood, but when your dainty hands reach it, your hands won’t get any closer. You attempt to grope your breasts, but the same thing. “Don’t try it, animal.” Byleth scolds you. “You’re completely unable to pleasure yourself. You can only feel pleasure if I do it for you, or, since I’m feeling extra merciful today, if you consume my nectar. Here, let me show you.” With just a touch from Byleth on your bulging clit your entire body seizes up as your eyes roll back from orgasmic bliss. You feel your consciousness fade as girlcum sprays from your crotch onto Byleth.  

You wake up in full maid-esque lingerie with a collar around your neck. A collar that’s attached to a chain on the wall. You attempt to stand up, but you quickly fall back down to your hands and knees again. Byleth hears the chaos and goes to check on you. You immediately open your mouth wide and stick out your tongue, your rational mind completely leaving you as the need to consume her nectar overtakes your brain. “Ooooh, it looks like you still have a bit of intelligence left when you’re not thinking about me. Let me change that real quick, that’s no fun.” She rings a golden bell, the sound echoing through your head. It feels like your brain is melting as all of your thought is directed towards sucking on Byleth’s nipples, lapping up her pussy, locking lips with her and swirling your tongue in her mouth. She popped a breast out for you to admire, but then quickly putting it back and leaving the room. “Hold on!’ she shouts back. “Don’t play with that bell at all, unless you want your lust for me to grow even stronger. I mean, when I do let you it’ll feel better, but in the meantime you’ll go insane dripping with need for my body. So yeah, uhhh, don’t do that.” You stare at the bell for a moment, more pleasure? Make Byleth feel good better? Cum harder? Ring bell?