Shinobu Kocho and Giyu Tomioka

As the sun set, despite a smile on her face, and refreshed from her visit to the Monastery’s sauna, Dorothea Arnault was quickly walking back to her dorm room for the night. Although the time she’d spent there was nice, she was almost out past curfew at this point, and she wasn’t picking weeds again by her lonesome for another offense of the same kind. Shivering slightly in the night’s cold air, the choice she’d made to not change out the bikini she had worn to the sauna into her academy uniform as an attempt to save time was a decision she already was starting to regret. As silent as she could, her pace brisk and her breath quickening, her sandals quietly clacking on the dormitory’s stone hallway, her eyes locked on to the door to her room. As soon as Dorothea’s hands clasped around the handle to her dorm room, she succinctly pulled it open and slipped inside, closing it behind her. But Dorothea, in her hurry to get back, had forgotten to fully shut the door behind her. Once inside, the brunette sighed in relief, not only to be out of the cold academy grounds, but the fact that no one, the professors in particular, had seen her, especially in her state of dress. Standing in the entrance, Dorothea started to get undressed, first slipping out of her sandals, setting them to the side. After this, she undid the thin two-toned skirt tied to her waist, tossing the black and purple cloth onto her bed. As she moved to enter further into her room, the young woman’s eyes settled on the dresser in front of her, her emerald pupils trailing downwards to the red carpet on the floor. Not even two weeks ago, not only had she been resting down on that floor, stripped, mummified, gagged, and left utterly helpless, but even Ingrid and her professor Byleth were caught like that as well. The three of them had fallen victim to a new binding spell cast by a mysterious assailant who had somehow snuck into her room. Feeling heat start to creep into her cheeks, Dorothea thought back to how embarrassing it was to watch as a single student found them, only to stumble away blushing to grab the professors for help. Yet, despite how mortifying the entire thing was, the songstress couldn’t stop thinking about it. Admittedly, after she was freed and things died down, Dorothea had even gone out of her way to acquire some rope to see if she could replicate the feeling, and much to her surprise, the brunette had found out something about herself these last few weeks; she absolutely loved being tied up. Biting her lip nervously, Dorothea paced the room for a second before stopping. Shaking her head, the brunette approached one of the dresser drawers and pulled it open. Reaching inside, she drew out a coil of brown, hemp rope and a few thick white cloths; the very same materials she had used to replicate the distress she had once found herself in, and these ropes had already seen use multiple times. ***** Peeking out from behind the wall, standing in the shadow the dormitory cast over the corner you were hiding away in, you finally caught sight of her. Your eyes scanned over her, taking in the young woman’s long, flowing brown locks, her striking green eyes, and… You could feel your eyes going wide as you took in her state of dress. Her ample, inviting chest was clad in a striking burgundy and ebony bikini top, her curvy hips hugged by an almost see through skirt of the same color, and her long legs were bared for you to ogle; With your mouth almost agape, you just stared in shock as Dorothea hurried down the dormitory hallway, soon slipping into her room. It’d been a few weeks since you’d heard muffled cries coming from that same room room in the common grounds, and against better judgement, opened it to find not only the academy’s new professor Byleth, Ingrid, an upcoming knight from the Blue Lion’s house, and the Adrestian Empire’s famous songstress herself, Dorothea, mummified, gagged, their sizable, voluptuous breasts bared for you to gawk at. Of course, you, as a low-born noble from the Adrestian Empire, had no idea what to do with the situation; there were three, extremely hot women helplessly bound up and hushed in front of you. No magic you knew could fix this. So, with no other options, you ran off and found some professors to help you out with the situation. But, even with the event now well and past, you couldn’t get the sight of those beautiful women all wrapped up and helpless out of your mind, Dorothea especially. The songstress was always on your mind these days, the look she had in her eyes when she was tied up like that, like she was enjoying it all, hadn’t left your mind in slightest. And now here you were, watching her from afar again, after a week of just following her around, unable to talk to her. But today was different. As usual, you waited to catch a glimpse of the brunette as she came back to her dorm from classes, but she didn’t show up. Then, after what seemed like hours, she appears like this, rushing into her room! Out of the corner of your eye, as you turned to leave and go to your own room, you noticed a sliver of light illuminating the hallway. It was then you noticed Dorothea had forgotten to fully close the door to her room. Against your better judgement, you snuck up to the door, and slowly pushed it a crack open, peering into the room, almost gasping loudly at the sight that awaited you. Shockingly, you saw the brunette pulling out a coil of rope and some cloths from a drawer before shutting it. With pitched breath, you watched as she sat on her bed, rope in hand, and bound her ankles together. Fighting your arousal was impossible at this point, she had removed not only her sandals, but her skirt now as well, her luscious legs now fully out for you to stare at. But, seeing her porcelain skin paled in comparison to the sight of Dorothea literally tying herself up. Back then, you had noticed she was enjoying herself, but you dismissed it as just horny shock at the situation. Yet, here she was. Not only was she basically half naked at this point, but she was basically making herself helpless; she had even left the door open. If you were going to make your move, even if it may not be the right move, it was going to be now. You braced yourself, you'd need to be fast and act quickly, no hesitation. Building strength in your legs, you pushed the door open, slipping in and shutting it behind you, locking it without looking. Dorothea’s gaze immediately shot up from the ropes around her ankles and to you, now standing in her room. “Excuse me, just who are y-mrr!?” Was all she could get out before you were on top of her, driven by panic and instinct at this point, clamping your hand over her mouth, shutting her up. Of course, she tried to struggle, pushing against you in an attempt to gain space and run, but with her ankles tied, all she managed to do was lose her balance and slip onto the bed. Still gripping her mouth, your mind racing, your eyes settled on one of the thick cloths on the bed. Grasping it, you wrestled with Dorothea on the bed, the songstress putting up a small fight, but without her magic, she didn't have much in the way of physical strength. Eventually, you ended up on top, and using that cloth, you pulled it over her mouth, freeing your hand, tying it tight behind her head, shutting her up for now. With that done you reached for her flailing wrists, soon pulling them behind her back with one hand, then pressing her up against the bed. “Jnpt whhtph thm hlmm dhn uun thkhnh urnrm dnng!?” Dorothea growled into her gag from underneath you, as she looked up to meet your eyes, positively livid. but there was nothing she could do; you had her at your mercy. Feeling a smile start to creep up onto your lips you reach for the drawer she had got the rope from with your free hand. “Wmnnph! Dnph tcnnh thhtn!” Her muffled voice suddenly cried out as you wrapped your fingers around the handle of the drawer. “Stphnp thhtph!” Your smile grew even bigger. Ignoring her cries, you pulled it open and saw even more coils of rope, along with what seemed to be a wand of sorts. Ignoring the wand for now, you pulled a rope bundle out and looked at her; you knew what to do. Trying to free her hands from your tight grasp, Dorothea looked at you, her eyes wide. “Dnph cnmm nnym clsphmr…!!” The brunette begged, but for some reason, it didn't look like her heart was fully in it. Undoing the rope bundle, you started to wrap rope around her wrists, slipping it in between her wrists as you wrapped, creating a tight set of rope cuffs, trapping Dorothea’s arms behind her back. As you cinched the knots on her new binding, you asked the songbird if she remembers you, a question that gave her pause. “Whnph…?” Dorothea was confused, clearly racking her brain. As she looked at you, really looked at you, something seemed to dawn on her. “” She cried out in surprise, now fully aware of just who you were. “Unnrm thhm gnnm thhnph fnndn uph!?” You laughed slightly at her reaction, as you got up going to grab another rope bundle, Dorothea rolling over onto her butt, trying her best to sit up. As your hand closed around another and pulled it out, you recounted aloud your noticing of just how much Dorothea had enjoyed her plight, and now you had seen this. Dorothea’s cheeks turned a bright red as she shook her head in denial, now sitting at the edge of the bed. “Thhphph nnph trrnm!!” She yelled back at you, the brunette absolutely mortified. Laughing a little louder this time, you walked back to her and yet again told her that you know she loves this, that there’s no need to deny it. Glaring daggers at you, the songstress reared back and kicked her legs at you, but with her ankles bound and how close to her you were, all this really did was make her legs easier to grab. “Lmph mm gn rnghph nwmm uun pmrfmrph!” Dorothea demanded, trying to wrestle her ankles back from your tight grasp, but it was too late, and all she could do was watch as you easily pulled her legs to the floor, kneeled down, and undid the bundle of rope in your hand. As you started to work on tying up her shins, you let Dorothea know you had no intentions of kidnapping her. However, you and her were going to have some fun. “Fnn!? Uhh wdnmnph dnrm!” The brunette responded, her voice quivering as she watched you bind above and below her knees, further tightening her bare legs together. “Jspth lfph mm gn, wnm cnn tlknh abnnph thnph!” She begged once again stomping her feet into the carpet in frustration. Yet, there was little she could do as her thighs were bound next, leaving her legs utterly useless. As you admired how the rope squeezed down on the soft, supple skin of her legs, you cinched each knot you had made, making sure she couldn’t wiggle free. Once again, you rose and grabbed more rope from her little stash, and climbed onto the bed, snaking behind her, undoing one of the bundles. Wrapping rope around your captive's chest, right under her bra, circling it around her body and bound arms, going left to right, you pulled it tight as you could. After, you slipped the rope into the bindings and switched the direction you wrapped the rope, directing the rope up and above the songstress’ voluminous chest. Nodding ins satisfaction, you slipped the free end of the rope yet again into the ropes on her back, bringing the rope down and up between her right arm and body, then around slid it up and around her slender neck, finally pulling down and between the gap in between the left side of the bound brunette's body and bound arms, before leading it back behind Dorothea's back and cinching the whole thing tightly. Dorothea gasped as the rope was wound around her chest, her already large chest pushed forward, now becoming even more pronounced by the tight rope harness you had just affixed to her body. As you kneeled on the bed behind her, watching as your new captive struggled furiously and grunted into her gag angrily, your eyes settled on her bound up chest. Breath catching in your throat as you watched her bound up knockers jiggle and bounce with each fervent struggle; how the revealing bikini she had on was barely keeping them contained at this point. Almost instinctively, you could feel your hands start to reach forward from behind her, and before you could stop yourself, your hands had found purchase on her breasts, squeezing down on her almost impossibly soft assets. “Mm brmnpphph!?” The bound brunette squeaked out, as she looked down in shock, in disbelief that she was actually being forcibly groped, the blush on her cheeks deepening, her breath quicking and growing heavier. “Hwmm dnrm un... Dn thhnph...!!” She weakly cried out in defiance, but out of the corner of your eye, you caught a glimpse of the songstress rubbing her bound thighs together nervously. And while you’d be content to just continue groping her pliable chest, you knew Dorothea’s muffles were a bit too loud for your liking. While the door to her room was made of a thick wood, the thought of anyone hearing her muffles and barging in to see this sent shivers down your spine. So, you rose from the bed, and walked to the dresser, opening each drawer until you found your target: her underwear drawer. Plucking a particularly thick pair of panties from the drawer, you walked over to your bound up captive, and held them right out in front of her face, a grin on your face. Reaching behind her, you untie the knot keeping her gag in place and pull it free. Immediately, Dorothea knew what you were about to do and instead of yelling or demanding to be let go, the brunette kept her mouth shut. Glaring right at you, a defiant, stubborn look in her verdant pupils. Raising an eyebrow in surprise, you look down at her, and nod. If she wasn’t going to open her mouth willingly, then you knew just how to make her talk. Slipping down onto the bed next to her, you laid your hand on her bound up, defenseless thighs, before slowly making your way to the waistband of her swimsuit bottoms, pulling them away from her waist. In your other hand, you balled up her panties and kept them at the ready. All the while, her verdant eyes were wide with shock as she watched your hand slip into her panties, her gaze shifting back to you, practically begging you with looks alone, but the songstress helpless to stop you. Of course, you continued, your fingers exploring her womanhood, soon parting her lower lips, only to find them slightly wet, something you were glad to let Dorothea know. Still pleading, she could only watch as your fingers gleefully explored her most sensitive and vulnerable spot. Slowly, but surely you found the songstress’ clit, and started to rub it with the pad of your thumb, smiling as her body stiffened next to you. Dorothea had shut her eyes, be it in pleasure or disbelief. “Mm crnh!? Nnn...!!” Small noises escaping from her pursed lips, her beautiful voice music to your ears as you kept up the pressure, slowly picking up speed. Dorothea’s eyes shot open as you continued to rub her most sensitive spot, her lips quivering in pleasure. Shooting a look at you, tears dotting her eyes slightly, she was still trying to convince you to stop, but you ignored the damsel, loving that distressed look of her’s. Inevitably, no matter how much she fought your touch, a moan came forth and parted her lips, leaving her wide open to be gagged. Quickly, with your other hand, you wasted no time and crammed her panties right into her awaiting mouth, filling Dorothea’s maw with the undergarment, her tongue trapped underneath it. And before she even got the chance to spit it out, you already had the same cloth in your hands, pulling it taut over her now stuffed lips, tying it off nice and tight behind her head, shutting her up even more than before. Shaking her head in disbelief, Dorothea once again started to yell at you. “nnn crtn blrnm uhn grgnn mm wtnhh mm ptnhnmh!” She continued to glare at you, her cries now mere mewls of anger, Dorothea reduced to nothing more than a muffling, helpless captive. And there she sat, on the bed, nervously chewing on the panties in her mouth, as she half-heartedly struggled to get free. And now you had her fully at your mercy; with her half-naked, seductive body bound up with rope, each knot cinched, and her mouth stuffed full of her own panties, she couldn’t do or say anything to stop you from doing whatever you wanted to her. Which you did exactly that, as you slipped behind her on the bed and yet again your hands grabbed at her chest, squeezing down on the soft mounds with an aroused glee, the feeling of her breasts in your hands addicting. Wincing at your rough touch, she struggled in your grasp. “nnph agnnn…!!!” She gasped aloud, her voice tinged with pleasure as your hands forcibly explored her bound up breasts, her gagged cries only further spurring your hands on. As you continued your conquest of her chest, you caught notice of Dorothea once again rubbing her thighs together, and out of curiosity, you took a hand off her chest and started to feel around down there, soon shocked to feel a damp spot growing in her panties. Seeing the realization set in on your face, Dorothea already started to shake her head in denial. “nmn, thnphph nntph…! Nm nntph wtmph ohknm…?” She desperately tried to convince you, but it was way too late for that; she’d been caught in every sense of the word. Smiling, you pulled the songstress turned damsel in distress to her feet, and slipped behind her, pulling her close. As one of your hands snaked around and up her body, once again landing on her breasts, your other hand went downwards, delivering a slap to her springy, alluring ass; an act that left Dorothea quivering in pleasure. She shuddered adorably in your grasp. “mm ahph....!?” A shocked moan escaped her lips as your hand collided with her rear, an act that you once again performed, earning yourself another cry of pleasure from your captive. As you continued to fondle her pillowy chest and occasionally spanked her vulnerable rear, your fingers soon found themselves rubbing over her nipples, you noticing just how hard they’d become underneath the thin fabric of her bikini. Slowly, you brushed your index finger over the bump in her swimsuit and watched as the damsel moaned out again, much to your surprise. While playing with her sensitive nipples something caught your eye: Dorothea between fits of pleasure was eyeing up the same drawer you had taken the ropes from. Suddenly, you remembered the weird wand that you had seen in there, and an idea settled in your head. Grabbing her by the waist, you hauled your captive to the bed, you sat down right next to the drawer, and brought Dorothea down to sit right on top of your lap, resting her luscious ass directly onto your manhood, barely contained by your pants. With your moaning, shivering captive now stuck on your lap, you resume your assault on her breasts, your fingers seeking out her erect nipples, and pinching them, watching as the brunette moaned audibly and clearly now, unable to hide her arousal at this point. With each pinch and pull of her nipples, Dorothea broke into a fit of shivers, her body pressing up against yours, her ass rubbing up against your hardened crotch. As pleasure racked through her, the songstress continued to move and struggle under your touch, and each time, her wet panties would rub up against your stiff member. “unn… wnnph gmph awynm wtnphh tfhnph…!!” She sputtered out trying to keep up a strong front, but her voice was positively soaked in pleasure. Even against her own wishes, as her struggles only grew fiercer, she continued to rub her ass up against your member. “nph flmmph phn... gndnn…!!” It was about then you realized, despite her complaining at first, she was getting off on rubbing against your crotch, and the thought only made your member grow even harder than before. As she moaned and cried out in pleasure on your lap, you knew just what to do to drown the songbird in even more pleasure than before. Distracted by her own pleasure, Dorothea barely noticed as you reached into the drawer and pulled out the wand you had seen before. Studying it for a second, you took notice of the medium-sized black orb resting at the top of the wooden staff. Hoping it was what you thought it was, you poured your magic into it and it buzzed to life, the orb at the top glowing a bright red. And while Dorothea might not have noticed you take the staff out, she definitely saw that. Holding it in front of her face, you slowly lowered it to her crotch and stopped there, giving her a teasing smile. “plnphm jsphph dn nph alrrmnn…!!” Her cries along with the look in her eyes were so desperate, guilty, and adorable it made you almost want to tease her more. Taking your time, you edged it closer to her soaked panties, and watched as she begged you to just do it until you finally rested it right up against her crotch, watching as her body seized and her moans exploded into a symphony of pleasure. “nh gndn!!” She cried out, her hushed cries filling the dorm room as your free hand continued to pinch and tug at her tender nipples, her whole body quaking against you, her panties drenched with her love juices. As the staff continued to overwhelm her, along with your free hand working her nipples, Dorothea looked positively lost in the pleasure. Deftly, you moved the wand around her crotch, gradually moving in circles until you found her clit again, causing her to shudder crazily against you. Pressing the head of the wand against that spot vindictively, you watched as her cries of pleasure slowly died down, the songbird uncharacteristically quiet, her eyes shut tight, her body shaking and tense. Driven by her own desire, Dorothea had abandoned any pretense of distress and was shamelessly moving her hips, trying to grind against the staff’s vibrating orb. Breathlessly, you watched your beloved idol lose herself to pleasure, utterly transfixed by it. “nm sfhn clnphm...!! nphph cnmnng…!!! ” She huffed out, her eyes still shut tight, looking right about at her limit. All of the sudden, her body started to seize up against you, her cries growing and growing, even louder than they were before. “CNMMNNG!!” Then, like a bomb threatening to explode, the pleasure finally overtook Dorothea, and a positively giant orgasm ripped through her body, leaving the bound up brunette a sputtering, shaking mess in your arms. As she rode out her orgasm, you kept up with both pinching her nipples and after letting the orgasm fade, pulled the wand away from her crotch. Teasingly, you held the wand up for her to see, the head positively drenched in her love juices. As expected, it earned you a chorus of embarrassing moans from your captive, you laughing the whole time. After putting the wand down on the bed, Dorothea let her body rest against yours, turning her head and locking eyes with you, the look in them much softer now. Letting the moment carry you away, you leaned down and planted a kiss right onto her gag where her mouth would be. “nh?” The small muffle of surprise left her lips as she in turn leaned in, pressing against your lips with her gagged mouth. As you kissed her, you slipped your hand into her sopping wet panties again and found her clit, once again rubbing it, your hands slick with her juices. At this point, her panties were barely anything but a thin wet cloth between your rock hard member and her womanhood. As you rubbed her clit, Dorothea once again started to press her butt against your crotch, this time far more obvious. Stopping your fingers, you slipped your hands deeper into her panties and easily slipped two fingers inside her tight, sopping wet pussy. It was almost too easy to move your fingers inside of her, the songbird’s syrupy honeypot squeezing down on your fingers constantly. Hungrily, you spread your fingers out slowly inside of her, spreading her womanhood wider and wide, making sure to take your time getting her ready. She leaned into your touch, willingly going along with it now. “unnr fnngrph flmm sfhn gdnn…!!” Her moans crept out of her like notes to a song, the songbird once again growing increasingly aroused at your touch. Keeping up the effort, you start to rub your two fingers up against the walls of her pussy, as a scream of pleasure erupted from your blushing captive; it looks like you’d hit a sensitive spot. Aggressively, you attacked her there, watching the damsel on your lap cry out with every rub. Even her pussy had gotten wetter, something you had considered impossible mere moments ago, your hand now fully covered in her love juices. And with every passing second, her walls started to tighten down harder and harder on your fingers; you knew she was getting closer again to another orgasm. Like clockwork, her voice started to build in volume. “nm gnnnn cnm angnnn...!!” Her pretty voice was strained, almost hoarse from all the cries of pleasure she had already let loose. Taking your other hand off her breasts, you let it fall to her rear, and wordlessly with a smile, you delivered a hard, satisfying slap to her quivering ass. “C-cnmnng agnnn!!?” Her second orgasm suddenly coursed through her body, the feeling of your fingers inside of her in tandem with the harsh spank to her sensitive ass leaving the songstress reeling with pleasure. Still fingering her as the orgasm crept out of her, Dorothea turned to meet your gaze once more. Blushing deeply, her cheeks a bright red, she started to rub her butt against your crotch again, well aware of just how painfully hard you were. Even now, you feel just how wet she was, like a flood crashing down and pooling right onto your pants. Looking down, you saw her fingers desperately trying to pull the waistband of her panties down, her bound wrists making it a bit hard to do, much to apparent her frustration. “cnmm nn, hlmp mm…” She pleaded, her sultry, hungry gaze still fixed on you. “cmmmm nnmmm alrrdynmm….” The brunette begged, continued to rub her butt against you, watching in pitched pleasure as your hands gripped the sides of her panties. Now at the end of your patience, you wasted no time and pulled down Dorothea’s soiled panties to her knees, your hands soon fumbling with your own pants, all the while your captive was desperately moaning for you to take her on the bed. Just an hour ago, you had just been content with watching Dorothea from afar and never complained, but now? With her helpless, shut up, and at your mercy? Your bound up songbird’s already had her fun, and now it’s time for you to have yours.