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There are little things that tell Edelgard when she's dreaming, and she knows to check for them when she thinks she's asleep. The fact that there are two Byleths in her bedroom tell her at once that she's dreaming.
She knows one has to be her wife, smiling so sweet and so bright at her. The other Byleth, to her surprise, has mint green hair and eyes, the very image of the goddess-touched general that led them to victory. The smile on her face is smaller, but no less sweet and just as tender.
Edelgard barely has a chance to think "oh dear" before she's picked up by her wife and carried to bed, her general following close behind. Dreaming makes it easier; their clothes are gone the moment they touch the sheets.
Her wife and her general trade her for kisses, long and lingering. Edelgard is surrounded by their heat and feels sweat beading on her back. Her general is as direct as they had to be during the war, hands going to her breasts in moments to start toying with her nipples. Her wife is slower, but only by a bit, massaging her thighs as they sit together on the bed. Her wife kisses her neck over and over as her general lowers her head to suck her nipples one after the other.
“Edelgard,” her general murmurs against her skin.
“El,” her wife whispers in her ear.
Edelgard reaches for the both of them, one hand in her general’s hair and the other gripping her wife’s left hand to feel her ring. She pants, heat and wetness growing between her legs, and says, “Byleth.”
“Yes?” they said in perfect unison. Edelgard shivers.
“More,” she tells them, and they obey at once.
Her general moves back and her wife urges her forward to the edge of the bed. The moment Edelgard’s in reach, her general pulls her legs over her shoulders and brings her mouth between them.
“You're such a good girl, El,” her wife chuckles, taking her nipples between her fingers as her general licks at her. “So wet for us, aren’t you. Just for us.”
Edelgard has never been more grateful to know she doesn't have to hold her voice down.
“Yes, my love!” she gasps. “Yes, for—ahh! For you! Only for you! Always!”
“You taste so wonderful,” her general tells her, lifting her head. There is wetness smeared across her lips, her chin, nearly dripping from her.
“Such a good girl, Edelgard,” her general says, and she pushes two fingers into her to make El curse aloud.
“Please—more!” Edelgard moans, head falling back against her wife’s shoulder. She is given more by the both of them, her wife reaching to run her fingers through the coarse hair between her legs before seeking her clit and her general starting to thrust her fingers in and out.
The room is too hot in the best way imaginable, sweltering and overwhelming to the point where Edelgard couldn’t see straight even if she made an attempt. She revels in it, in the touch of too many hands on her body, two mouths kissing her over and over.
She does not cling to her wife or to her general, but holds them near. She moans for them like she wishes she could in the waking world, throaty and loud to the roof and wholly without inhibition. They laugh sweetly at the sound and praise her even more, tightening the coil building in her.
When she comes, it’s as hard as she expects, rattling her down to her bones. She’s given no reprieve before her general gently takes her fingers away and her wife pulls her back up further on the bed to bury her face between her thighs.
Her second orgasm is as hard as the first, but dreaming makes it easier again. Her vision comes back into focus to see her general wearing one of their preferred toys, and she gladly gets on her knees to repay her wife as her general moves in behind her.
Edelgard loses track of how many orgasms she has in her dream, but when she wakes she’s sweating through her nightgown and Byleth looks at her in a great deal of concern.
“Are you all right?” Byleth asks. “You weren't screaming like a terror, so I didn't know if I should wake you. I'll get you some wa—”
Edelgard pulls her back down and whispers the sordid little details of her dreams to Byleth until Byleth is as red in the face as Edelgard feels. They stay in bed that day, and not a soul disturbs them after Hubert himself gets a shouted “OUT” from Byleth.