Chapter 0 - where she goes at night

Catherine has been acting strangely lately, and Shamir is not sure what to make of that. Sometimes, she will start to behave a bit like her old self, and Shamir will start to think that there is nothing wrong, that she was just being needlessly paranoid. But then, Catherine will become distant again, and she continues to behave as if something has changed.

There are two key differences that Shamir has noticed; one is that she often disappears at night, and will offer no explanation for where she is going, only saying that it is her personal business, and that it does not concern Shamir. Another, probably less serious, but still a difference in her behavior, is that she spends a lot more time around the new professor, and seems to have overcome whatever wariness she initially had about him.

Those two things might not be connected at all. Catherine could have just decided to trust Byleth, rather than being jealous of his rising popularity, but the possibility that he has something to do with all of this still exists. Shamir does not want to suspect an affair, and tries to be rational, wondering if there is some top secret mission that even she was not informed about, something official for the church, something involving Catherine and the new professor.

If that is the case, she should mind her own business, but Shamir wants answers more than she wants to protect her loyalty to the church she doesn’t care much about one way or another. She just wants to know what Catherine is doing, and if it involves a top secret mission, then she can back off and just forget all about it, resting easier knowing that it is nothing she needs to concern herself with. So, one night, she waits until Catherine heads out, and then is quiet as she follows along behind her, using her stealth to her advantage.

She is not surprised to see Catherine going in the direction of the professor’s room, and when Catherine slips past the door, Shamir is right behind her, managing to keep it from closing completely, so that she can peek through a crack, all without drawing any attention to herself. At least the first step has been a success, but now, she has to find out what is going on between the two of them.

Much to her surprise- or is it really a surprise at this point?- Catherine is quick to strip down as soon as Byleth tells her to. In no time at all, she is naked for him, and he has her get on her knees, standing over her as she gets out his cock to start sucking him off like it’s nothing. Shamir knows for sure now that this has nothing to do with a secret meeting, and that Catherine is seeing Byleth behind her back. She has no idea why her headstrong lover is so submissive with him, but it just adds to all of her strange behavior, as of late.

But then she messes up; she does not mean to be so distracted that she would make such a stupid mistake, but she stumbles forward, pushing the door open further to reveal her to the lovers inside.

Byleth is immediately worried when he realizes that the two of them have been caught, and by Shamir, no less. What no one knows about him is that he possesses the power to enslave, a power granted to him by Sothis, and he has been taking advantage of that by using Catherine every night. He ordered her not to let anyone get suspicious, but it sees Shamir caught onto them anyway. Now, he has no idea what to do, or what he will do if the secret gets out.

“Don’t worry,” Catherine speaks up, sensing his concerns. “You can just take her as well!” With that, she springs forward, and Shamir is not able to get away in time, until Catherine has brought her in, the door closed behind them.

“Let me go! What is the matter with you, Catherine?” Shamir cries. She knows that something is wrong, but she just can’t put her finger on what it is, or how she can get out of this.

“Good idea,” Byleth says. “And then the two of you can be together again…serving me, of course.”

“Serving you? Why would I ever…why would Catherine ever…” Nothing makes sense, but as Shamir struggles to break free, Byleth comes closer. She tries to look away from him, as if certain this is what will spell her doom, but he grabs her by the chin, forcing her to make eye contact with him, and then, it is all over. Just like Catherine, she comes entirely under his spell, her own eyes going dull as she loses every ounce of fighting spirit that she had left.

“I’m sorry,” she says at once, sounding much more remorseful than the real Shamir ever would have. “I shouldn’t have acted out, master.”

“That’s fine, just as long as you know your place now,” Byleth replies. “Thank you, Catherine. You can let her go now, I think she’s going to behave.”

“Yes, master,” Catherine replies, releasing Shamir from her grasp. Now, she makes no attempt to escape, perfectly submissive, just like he wanted. Though it was not his plan to bring Shamir into things, the risk of her discovering them was always there, from the moment he took Catherine, and now that he does have her here, he is glad things played out this way.

Having the two of them, two strong knights who will submit entirely to him, is much better than just having one, and as he said before, the two of them can at least be together like this. Side by side, the lovers can take care o him and all of his needs, submitting perfectly to him, under a spell that can’t be broken. Now, it is time for the two of them to begin.

“Let me break you in first, Shamir,” he says. He has to make sure that his control really takes, an essential step in this process. With Catherine, he did not take any chances, and spent the first night dominating her without a rest, to make sure that there was no chance of her slipping out of this control. Now, he will do the same thing to Shamir, ordering her to undress first, and then ordering her knees so that he can force her to suck him off.

She follows orders well enough, and in no time at all, she has wrapped her lips around his cock, her efforts a bit clumsy and inexperienced, but that isn’t a problem, as he will have plenty of time to make sure that he gets her to Catherine’s level. The three of them will all have plenty of fun together, and it all starts right here, with Shamir taking him deeper in her mouth, trying to see just how far she can go without choking on it.

“It’s okay if you choke a little, that’s absolutely normal,” he tells her, before gripping the back of her head and pushing her all the way forward, making her gag as he forces his cock deeper, pressing her face to his groin. However, she does not attempt to pull away, does not attempt to fight him at all, showing how the submission has already set in. As long as he can keep her behaving like this, then she will remain his, just as Catherine already has.

Catherine, as she watches, must be impatient, squirming and biting her lip, so turned on by the sight of her lover being face-fucked by her master. Even though she is completely broken by him, enslaved by his new power, some traces of her remain, and the part of her that still cares about Shamir, that still wants her, remains, even if it has been twisted by her lust for Byleth. It is twisted so much so that she believes this is a good thing for Shamir, but that just works out all the more in Byleth’s favor.
“Don’t worry, you can have you turn soon too,” he promises her, and she moans for him.

“Thank you, master.” He loves the sound of her voice now, the way the formerly proud knight sounds so pathetic and submissive. Once he has the chance, he is going to have to make Shamir say such things for him, so that he can relish the new sound of her voice as well. In public, she and Catherine will both try and behave in ways that do not arouse suspicion, and he can only hope that having both of them under his spell will solve that problem for now, and that no one else is close enough to them to start to realize that there is any sort of problem.

If anyone else comes knocking, he will just have to enslave them as well, and keep his secret safe.

Pulling out of Shamir’s mouth, Byleth groans as he comes all over her face, and she keeps her mouth open, holding her tongue out so that she can taste it, without him even needing to tell her to. It seems that she is catching onto things quickly, a testament to just how strong the hold he has over her is from the start. As long as he makes sure that it sticks, this is going to be perfect.

“Come over here, Catherine,” he orders her, and standing before the two of them, they both try to satisfy him from either side, with Shamir licking along the base of his cock, and Catherine sucking on the tip, both looking up at him with a hollow look in their eyes, their desperation to serve just as evident as their lack of real personality. Byleth can’t help but feel like the luckiest man in the world, able to control both of them like this, and though he would love to keep doing this all night, or at least until he finishes again, he decides that it might be better to get some real action, before he wears himself out completely.

If he has more energy when they are done, he can keep going until he is done in. He knows that the two of them will be up for it no matter what, and will not stop until he tells them that they can. Pulling back, he decides that he will first break Shamir in, before giving more attention to Catherine. Pointing to his bed, he says, “Shamir, bend over there.”

“Yes, master,” she replies, and she does as she is told. Byleth comes to stand behind her, running his hands up and down her sides, humming in appreciation. Shamir has a lovely body, and he almost wonders why he did not go for her from the start. His interest in Catherine led to him pursuing her, but all along, Shamir has been at her side, just waiting for him, and the fact that he is able to enjoy them both now feels natural, and he knows it is exactly what he was meant to do with this power.

With a rough thrust, he forces himself inside of her, making her cry out for him, in a mixture of pleasure and pain. He has learned from experience with Catherine that she is not immune to pain, she just does not question the pain, and accepts it as a part of the pleasure that she receives from her master. Shamir will turn out just the same, if everything goes just how it is supposed to, and from this first thirst, it seems promising.

Byleth wastes no time in falling into a rough rhythm, fucking her hard and fast as he uses her body to get himself off. Between her cries of pain, she still moans for him, showing that she enjoys it, that she has been broken to enjoy it. As he fucks her from behind, he loves every noise that she makes for him, loves the way her cunt tightens around him, convulsing with her pleasure, showing that even now, it will not be long before she comes for him. If he orders her to, she might give in even sooner, but he is going to let things carry out as they naturally would.

“Catherine,” he groans, “you may touch yourself, but you’re not allowed to come from it.” He decides to show his first slave some mercy, as she is panting and whimpering, squirming as she tries to contain her excitement.

“Yes, master. Thank you so much, master,” she moans for him, as she spreads her legs, and puts a hand between them so that she can start eagerly fingering herself. Though it will probably be difficult for her to hold back before losing herself in it completely, he knows that she will do as she is told, because she always follows her orders, ever the perfect slave.

“You see that?” he asks, putting his lips near Shamir’s ear. “You see how obedient she is? That is the kind of behavior that I expect from you at all times, whenever you’re with me.”

“Yes…yes, master!” Shamir cries out, barely able to speak at this point, as he continues to show her no mercy, fucking her roughly from behind and putting his all into it. It will not be long now before she goes to pieces, and he looks forward to seeing that.

That is why he keeps fucking her with all he has, keeps using her to his heart’s content, ramming his cock into her, feeling how tight she is around him as he pushes her closer and closer to the edge, waiting for the moment that she gives into his treatment and shows just how far she has really fallen, and all because of him, all because of this power that he has been given. It makes him not want to stop here, going from being content with just Catherine to wanting to keep collecting these broken slaves, all because Shamir has proven herself to be so much fun.

When she comes, it is with a loud and needy scream, crying out for her master as she becomes completely lost in the pleasure that he has forced upon her. She really has fallen low in such a short time, the perfect proof of just how powerful his abilities are. Satisfied with himself, and pushed closer by the feeling of her orgasm, Byleth allows himself to give in as well, coming inside of her, knowing that she will have no complaints about that either, because anything that he wants, she is trained to want as well, to want just as much as he does.

As he pulls out of her, he turns to see Catherine still touching herself, still patiently waiting for her own turn with him, still following orders perfectly, without giving into temptation. He moves so that he can lay back, and Shamir dutifully moves out of the way, even though she is shaking from being fucked absolutely senseless by her master.

“Come get on top of me, Catherine,” he says, and she is quick to do as he says, following orders just as she always does, as submissive as ever. “You’ve been good, being so patient for me, so I’m going to let you ride me. The only rule is that you can’t come until I have.” He knows that might be a little cruel, that it might be a little difficult for her with how riled up she already is just from watching him with Shamir, and from having things delayed so much since she first came to his room, but he also knows that she will pull it off without complaint, or she will accept whatever consequences come her way.

Straddling him, she wastes no time in sinking down on his cock, crying out as he fills her up. This is what she has been needing this whole time, what she has been waiting so desperately for, and now, she can finally take what she wants. The once proud, strong knight has been reduced to something absolutely pathetic, and all because of him; she belongs entirely to him now, and has no trouble showing him that.

She falls into a rapid pace as she rides his cock, losing herself in the excitement, and Byleth is soon overcome with ecstasy. He does not even need to give it back to Catherine, because she is so eager to please that she handles everything, riding him for all that he is worth, all while fighting back against her own impulse to come, forcing herself to hold back even as it becomes too much for her. Byleth is not going to hold back, at least, and will show her a little bit of mercy, in the form of giving in as soon as he can, so that she does not have to wait so long to be able to come, and risk getting in trouble for not being able to manage it.

Shamir watches the two of them, mixed emotions swirling inside of her. She is under Byleth’s control, and yet, there is some part of her, buried deep down, struggling to break free- the part of her that came here to find out what Catherine was doing, the part of her that would never willingly submit to Byleth, the part of her that would do anything to break out of her. But that part of her is not nearly strong enough to fight his control, and it is quickly silenced once again.

At the same time, Byleth groans as he finishes inside of Catherine, and Catherine throws her head back, crying out in ecstasy as she lets her pleasure overtake her, pleased to have fulfilled all of his orders. The two of them are his, and it will not be long before Shamir is just as broken as Catherine, even her doubts completely silenced.

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