Chapter 9 - Rhea/Byleth Epilogue + Catherine/Shamir

Byleth listened as Constance continued explaining the state of Western Faerghus. She sat upon a throne of solid stone virtually identical to the one in the holy tomb. It had been erected beneath the great stained-glass windows at the back of the Garreg Mach Cathedral through which the last rays of twilight flooded. 
 
Byleth maintained her posture even after spending most of the long day governing the whole of Fódlan from her seat. The only other sign of her sovereignty was the golden circlet above her eyes, in the center of it lay an emerald that matched the color of her eyes and hair. Her already curvy figure had become even more voluptuous such that it almost strained against the regalia which she had worn since receiving Sothis’ power nearly seven years ago. In particular her breasts and stomach had grown, proof of the child which was the result of her love with Rhea.
 
For the first time in a millennium, Rhea was at peace. She had accepted she would never see her mother again, Byleth was all she needed. She had finally followed Seteth and Flayn in sealing away her ability to transform, she no longer felt the encroaching madness that had almost destroyed everything she had worked so hard to build. She had faith that such terrible power wouldn’t be necessary in the new world Byleth would build with her. 
 
Month after month had passed as they had traveled throughout Fódlan, often separated as they enacted reforms with an eye towards the future. Being apart from Byleth had been painful but it was only the beginning of her penance. She had treated humanity callously more and more as the centuries eroded away her hope that she might undo the atrocities done to the Nabateans. They had deserved better, with the Agarthans finally gone and Byleth here, Rhea would no longer suppress the technological development that had once scoured Fódlan of almost all life.  She had found a second chance for herself and her people, and now saw humanity deserved the same.
 
Constance concluded that while Gaspard-Nuvelle territory would still need assistance they were on their way to recovery, grinning as she awaited the Queen’s response. Byleth gave a slight smile as she addressed her subject “I understand the need for continued aid, Lady Nuvelle, your people will continue to receive assistance until they can once again stand on their own.” 
 
Constance beamed as she replied, “Thank you Your Majesty!” With that Byleth rose deftly and spoke in a voice loud enough to carry throughout the cathedral “Court is adjourned.” 
                
She strode forward gracefully as Rhea and Catherine followed on her right and left. Most nobles began to disperse save a few such as Ferdinand who was caught by a predictably gripping conversation with Lorenz. 
 
Catherine felt more conflicted than any time in her memory save when she had fled Faerghus. As the trio was joined by Shamir she gave Catherine a rare reassuring smile and nod before the four of them strode across the bridge, beginning their journey to the royal quarters. They eventually arrived and as Byleth reached for the door Catherine finally spoke up “Lady Rhea, Your Majesty, Shamir and I… have something we need to talk with you about.”
                
Rhea and Byleth shared a glance that betrayed slight surprise but Byleth nodded, responding “Of course, come in.” as she opened the door. Byleth stood next to Rhea by the bed and turned to see Catherine looking between them uncharacteristically pensive. 
 
Byleth spoke to break the silence “Whatever it is you wish to discuss know that you can trust us with anything.” Catherine gave a weak smile at that but remained silent. Shamir was not nearly so hesitant and looked Byleth in the eyes saying, “We’re here to resign our positions in the Knights of Seiros.” 
 
Catherine’s expression of uncertainty deepened as surprise overtook Byleth and Rhea. Catherine quickly returned her gaze to the pair and began to explain “Lady Rhea… Your Majesty, we can never truly repay all you’ve given us…” 
 
Rhea raised a hand to stop Catherine. She felt a flood of remorse at seeing Catherine’s hesitance. Catherine knew that the old Rhea would have tried to talk her out of this. To remind her of the sacred duty of those who bear crests to protect Fódlan and the Church. Rhea had for so long been afraid of losing power, of letting go of any tool that might see her people and mother restored. Rhea was no longer afraid.
 
Rhea looked to Byleth who smiled and nodded, before replying “You owe us nothing. Most of all it is I who owe you both so much. For five years you searched and fought on my behalf, with the Queen absent. In my darkest moments I felt you were obliged to be so devoted to my rescue. But more than anything I pleaded with the Goddess to protect you, that my recklessness seven years ago might condemn only myself. Fódlan is at peace, it’s time for you to find yours. However, might I ask two things of you?”
 
Catherine nodded, with a look of relief and reverence, as she said “Anything, Lady Rhea.” Rhea smiled as she replied “Sweet Catherine, your faith as ever warms my heart. But one of these questions is for Shamir. First I ask of you both that you allow us to celebrate your service to Fódlan. Do not simply leave as if there is shame in embracing the freedom you have earned many times over.” Shamir replied “Of course, thank you. But what is it you want from me?” At that Rhea’s expression became more serious as she explained “Shamir, you know that Catherine bears the major crest of Charon? That she will age many times slower than you?” Shamir nodded and replied, “I know but I have many more years of youth ahead of me.” Rhea nodded but continued “If you are willing there is no need to face such a fate, distant as it may seem.” Shamir tilted her head, her eyes narrowing as she replied, “What exactly are you saying?”
 
Rhea finally elaborated “If you wish it I can bestow upon you my crest. You will likely receive few changes beyond increased longevity and strength. However, there is a small chance that your body may prove unable to bear a crest. Though I have never seen one as worthy be rejected…” 
 
Rhea’s expression became pained as she concluded “The results could be tragic.” Catherine looked more shocked and worried than Shamir even as she reassured her, “Whatever your decision… I support you.” Shamir replied after a moment of thought “I don’t want to leave you alone for most of your life if I have a choice. I accept.”  Rhea nodded solemnly as she instructed “Attempt to hold still, I’ve been told this sensation can be… trying. However, the pain should be fleeting, after you shall be invigorated just as I will require a respite.” Shamir nodded and braced herself as Rhea laid a soft hand over Shamir’s heart. 
 
There was a flash of green light as a vibration passed through Shamir’s form. Spreading from her core an overwhelming warmth radiated across her body. She threw her head back and roared as she struggled to remain still. The molten lances surged through her veins and bones before the fires diffused through her form. Muscles contracted and relaxed involuntarily as she failed to fully process the alien sensation. Beads of sweat formed on her forehead as her skin flushed. Rhea concentrated on the spell as she pleaded with the Goddess to allow Shamir this blessing. Just as their fears seemed at hand, mercifully, the spell finished. Shamir was left panting as she felt the fiery sensation leave her. A warmth and lightness, as if she weighed nothing at all, was what remained.
 
Rhea stumbled backwards into Byleth’s arms who cried out as she caught her and looked down with concern. Rhea smiled as she reassured Byleth “I’m fine, my love… help me to the bed, I need some rest.” Byleth gingerly supported Rhea’s walk before helping her lay on their bed. As they lay side by side their eyes were drawn to Shamir who had let out an uncharacteristic scoff.
 
Shamir had lowered her tight leather pants, freeing the fat cock that now made them far less comfortable. It throbbed frenetically in time with her newly strengthened heart as she idly jerked the thick shaft. Catherine quickly dropped to her knees in front of Shamir, ecstatic at every aspect of this blessing as she muttered reverently “It’s as perfect as lady Rhea’s…” before she took the head into her mouth. Shamir gasped at the new sensation allowing Catherine to slowly engulf her. 
 
As Shamir bottomed out deep in Catherine’s throat she groaned, needing more. She quickly drew her wide hips back and slammed home again and again. Her hands worked to deftly strip her jacket and leather armor, freeing her large breasts which quaked each time she drove herself into Catherine. Catherine gripped the jiggling cheeks of Shamir’s rounded ass, helping Shamir claim her as she reveled in the way Shamir’s balls crashed into her chin with each long thrust. 
 
Rhea had considered explaining the change to Shamir but could see that wouldn’t be necessary. As Shamir took Catherine, Rhea’s own rod quickly began to strain against her dress. Byleth saw this and with a mischievous smile straddled Rhea. 
 
Rhea smiled weakly up at Byleth before Byleth leaned down to kiss her, caressing Rhea’s face with one hand as the other pulled Rhea’s dress up. Byleth lifted her hips before she moaned into the kiss as her cunt stretched to accommodate Rhea’s thick rod. 
 
Even as wet as she was Rhea was always a tight fit. As she bottomed out she arched her back and sighed before her round breasts and ass began to shake as she rode Rhea faster and faster. Rhea leaned forward and held Byleth close with one arm. The other gently grasped one of Byleth’s large, sensitive breasts which Rhea brought to her mouth as she began to drink of the sweet milk therein. Byleth wailed as this set her off, her pussy gripping the fat cock as Rhea stirred herself around the spasming depths.
 
Shamir grunted and gasped as she slammed into Catherine again and again. Every thrust was faster than the last until she finally hilted herself and sent thick ropes down Catherine’s throat. Shamir’s release was heightened as she saw the way Byleth’s cunt squeezed Rhea and heard her cries of ecstasy in her own climax.
 
Finally, Shamir finished and stumbled back as Catherine began to pant. Her eyes were locked on Byleth’s jiggling, rounded ass as it again began to swing up and down Rhea’s thick, glistening shaft. Shamir deftly leapt onto the bed before grasping Byleth’s narrow waist. 
 
Byleth looked back hazily, surprised for a moment before she moaned as Shamir began to drive her fat cock, still slick from Catherine, into Byleth’s ass. Rhea continued drinking, now from Byleth’s other breast, enjoying the way Byleth gripped her as Byleth strained to accommodate Shamir. Byleth whimpered as Shamir finally bottomed out, fuller than she had ever imagined being. It had been some time since Catherine and Rhea had taken her together, and Shamir was larger than either of them. 
 
Having given Byleth a moment to adjust Shamir sighed as she began to ream her. She groaned as Byleth wailed, her huge balls swinging into Rhea’s as she drove herself into Byleth’s depths. Rhea began to slowly stir her own rod around, driving Byleth’s cries even higher as she continued drinking from Byleth. Shamir’s own ample chest shook in time with her and Byleth’s round asses as her pounding shook both their voluptuous forms. Byleth’s cries were ragged as she peaked again, wailing and clenching at both rods as Shamir continued reaming her.
 
Byleth’s cries were interrupted as Catherine plunged her rod down Byleth’s throat. Byleth moaned into Catherine’s rod as she reveled in being utterly taken. Rhea had finished drinking and began thrusting in time with Shamir. 
 
Were Byleth not muffled by Catherine’s fat cock her cries would have been completely hysterical as all three of her holes were pounded again and again. All she could do was hold onto Catherine’s round ass as she gave muffled cries into the Catherine’s tool. Rhea held Byleth close as her huge ass clenched and shook every time she impaled Byleth. She moaned loudly and finally began to unload, driving up into Byleth before she began to pack her cunt full of cum. This set Byleth off who gave a strangled wail into Catherine’s rod, her toes curling as her fingers sank into Catherine’s round behind. 
 
Catherine had already been on the edge and allowed Byleth to hold her there as she moaned and emptied herself down Byleth’s throat. Catherine collapsed back and could only hear the slap of Shamir’s hips on Byleth’s jiggling ass as ragged cries poured out each time Shamir hilted herself. 
 
Rhea caressed Byleth’s back as Shamir’s powerful thrusts pressed them into the bed. Rhea had softened, leaving Byleth’s cunt to drool on Shamir’s huge balls as they crashed into her with every downward plunge. Shamir’s reaming drove her higher and higher until Byleth breathlessly wailed, her ass clenching at the fat cock that continued ploughing her. 
 
This triggered Shamir’s second release, she gasped as her relentless thrusts pushed rope after thick rope deep into Byleth. Finally, Shamir pulled out, her fat cock producing a pop as it withdrew from Byleth. Byleth panted as Rhea continued caressing her back, helping her onto her side before stroking her hair as she drifted off to sleep.
 
Catherine finally looked up and saw Shamir looming over her, seed dripping from Shamir’s throbbing length. She spread her legs eliciting a smirk from Shamir who surged forward and kissed her. Shamir grinded her huge cock and balls into Catherine’s smaller set as her larger breasts pressed down into Catherine’s modest pair. Catherine whined into the kiss as Shamir reversed the roles of their past where her superior strength and stamina had meant she had been in control. 
 
Shamir pulled back from the kiss and grasped Catherine powerful thighs, bringing them back and together. Her hands then lowered as she lined herself up before sighing as she began to impale Catherine. Catherine whimpered, clutching the bed, as Shamir’s fat cock stretched her. Though not much larger than Rhea’s it had been a long time since Rhea had taken her, and both were huge. Catherine’s tool drooled across her toned abs as Shamir finally bottomed out deep inside her. 
 
She gasped as Shamir seized her breasts and began to pound her with long thrusts.  Every time her huge dick bottomed out Catherine’s rounded ass jiggled as Shamir’s balls crashed into it. Shamir grunted and sighed as Catherine moaned, her dick bouncing and leaking in response to Shamir’s powerful reaming. As her thrusts became even faster she grasped Catherine’s perky breasts as her own larger set quaked in response to her every thrust. Catherine wailed as she was pushed higher until finally she fired across her own face and tits, her open mouth catching some as she cried out her pleasure. Seeing this Shamir leaned over, kissing Catherine as she savored the taste that was proof of Catherine’s submission.
 
Shamir continued to kiss her as she grasped Catherine’s hands, pinning them to the bed as she began ploughing her again. Catherine moaned into the kiss as Shamir’s fat cock pushed more and more seed out of her own rod with every thrust. Shamir’s rounded ass clenched and shook each time it pushed her deep inside Catherine, whose curves jiggled every time Shamir’s hips and huge balls crashed into her rear. 
 
Her legs were now around Shamir’s waist and bobbed faster and faster as Shamir hammered her. Short, deep thrusts drove gasps from her as her toned form glistened with sweat. Finally, she threw back her head and let out a ragged cry as she began to unload on herself again. Her ass clamped down, trying to milk Shamir’s fat cock as it continued pounding her. She squeezed Shamir’s hands as her toes curled, her rod weakly firing off between her tits. 
 
Catherine was panting as Shamir finally began to unload deep inside her. Catherine mewled as she felt rope after thick rope fill her. Shamir smirked down at Catherine’s stupid smile and glassy eyes, kissing her one last time before collapsing back. Her huge rod only hardening further as she saw the way Catherine’s ass began to leak her seed as Catherine drifted off to sleep.
 
She didn’t have to look for long to find another to sate her lust on, between Catherine and Byleth’s sleeping forms was Rhea. She was presenting herself to Shamir, patiently waiting on all fours. Shamir took in the sight of Rhea’s broad hips, powerful thighs, and the weighty cheeks of her round ass. After a moment’s hesitation she pounced, her fingers sank into Rhea’s powerful behind as she drove her fat cock forward. Shamir quickly bottomed out, sighing before drawing back and beginning to slam into Rhea with long thrusts again and again. 
 
Rhea whimpered as her fat ass quaked with every powerful thrust. The position, the way her half hard tool drooled into the bed below her, it all brought to mind how she had not been taken by someone so large since Wilhelm himself. That had been a desperate ploy, she had used his infatuation as a means to bind the Empire to the Church. Had shared her blood as a means of control. This was nothing of the sort, there was no need for manipulation any longer.
 
Shamir gasped as Rhea peaked and clenched around her. She savored rhea’s cries, muffled by the bed which Rhea made damp beneath her. Her own curves shook as her balls crashed into Rhea’s smaller pair as every thrust pushed more and more of Rhea’s seed into the bed. For a time, Rhea simply moaned into the bed, but eventually she came down and began to buck back and roll her robust hips, drawing moans from Shamir as the pair’s forms shone from the exertion. Her weighty rear reddened as it shook with every impact of Shamir’s broad hips. 
 
Their breathing and moans grew ragged as they both pushed one another higher. Shamir let out a gasp as, finally, she hilted herself and began to unload deep in Rhea. This pulled a breathless cry from Rhea, sending her over the edge, her own cock firing into the bed below. They both panted as they collapsed to the bed, Shamir holding Rhea close as they drifted off to sleep.