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Catherine doesn't know why she ever even agreed to begin with. Letting Linhardt use Thunderbrand even for a moment was irresponsible enough. But perhaps it was his unflinching determination and his relentless curiosity that left Catherine feeling impressed and slightly sympathetic. Catherine, after all, knows what it's like to have a passion so strong that one is willing to give up their own life for its sake. So maybe that made her a little soft on the kid. And it certainly didn't hurt that Linhardt is pretty cute, almost pretty enough to be a girl.
Catherine has to banish those thoughts from her mind, and instead focus on Linhardt not getting himself killed. Thankfully, he was able to swing the sword without issue. The action alone seemed to exhaust him, and not even the strain on his crest.
She was already a little soft on him, and found him endearing. Sure he's a little annoying, difficult to deal with, be he's ultimately not a bad guy. And so maybe that's ultimately why she agreed to one more request that she definitely should have said no to.
Catherine sits on the edge of her bed in the Knight's barracks; dressed down, with her lower half completely bare. And there, knelt between her thighs, is Linhardt.
That same determination and fascination now decorate his face as he gazes at her glistening arousal.
Catherine is trying to just treat this like any normal hookup, just trying to quiet her mind and let it proceed like normal. But obviously this isn't at all like picking up some mercenary lady or sneaking off with a nun behind the church. No, this is completely different and a horrible idea. And what's worse is that she thinks that might be part of what's making her unable to stop.
Catherine had been so blindsided by his offer that she had answered instinctually without even thinking. Catherine had never had a reason to refuse such an offer before, and so she had gone on autopilot. Sneaking the boy into her room and him watching her undress however, only then did it feel real.
It's not that bad, right? He offered, after all. It's not like Catherine is forcing herself on a page or compelling him. He offered. And frankly, Catherine is intrigued. In all her 26 years, she had only ever found herself attracted to women. And yet, this frustrating and worrisome boy managed to worm his way into her pants. And as long as he's fully willing, there's no real reason to stop him. She only hopes that he does actually know what he's doing.
And so far, he seems to. He gently caresses her inner thigh and kissing along the inside of the other. Catherine lets out a few strained groans, her fists clenching at her sides. What's worse is that Linhardt didn't have to do too much to get her this wet, Catherine had been already dripping from the moment he suggested it. How long has it been since she's gotten off? Catherine can't even really remember, her work as a Knight gets so hectic at times. And feeling his soft breath ghost against her folds, Catherine is reminded of how badly she needs this.
Eventually Linhilde lips make their way to her core and she groans at the contact. First it's his tongue gently probing at her labia, before he pries her open with his long fingers and slides his tongue inside.
Catherine moans and finally reaches one hand to rest on the back of Linhardt's head. She holds him in place, all the while having to concentrate on not being too rough. Once she finds his rhythm, Catherine wants to grind against those soft lips or even tug on that soft hair. But remembering her position over him stays her hand. Plus, Linhardt seems like a fairly fragile kid, she wouldn't want to rough him up especially when he is just doing her a favour. Clearly Linhardt views this as a pragmatic transaction, not tied up with emotions and sentiment like so many sexual encounters so inconveniently tend to be. And perhaps that's another reason Catherine took him up on this offer. A no-strings-attached fuck is exactly what a dead-woman-walking like her needs. Enough pleasure to distract herself for a little while, nothing more.
Linhardt continues his diligent work, sucking and lapping at her swollen clitoris as Catherine slowly starts to come undone. However, just as she starts to lose herself, he suddenly stops and pops his head up.
"Apologies. I forgot to ask permission for using my fingers penetratively?"
Catherine almost swears, but forces her frustrations out as a hiss instead. "Sure, yeah. Knock yourself out. Just don't stop again until you're done, okay?"
Linhardt nods and dutifully places his face back between her legs.
Catherine is then able to lose herself in it again, Linhardt’s slender fingers pushing their way inside and curling up toward her g-spot.
Catherine grimaces and lets out another moan, her knees clamping around his head. “Fuck, you’re good,” she hisses. “Where the hell did you—no wait, don’t answer that,” she says, keeping a firm hand on the back of his head.
Linhardt’s shoulders start to tremble, and Catherine has a fleeting thought about how Linhardt is probably getting turned on too. But she doesn’t have time to dwell on that possibility before Linhardt’s tongue and fingers start to rocket her towards her release.
Eventually, Catherine cums with a muffled moan, her restraint finally breaking as she ruts into his face. Catherine lets herself fall back into her bed, her chest heaving as she comes down from the high.
“My mother,” Linhardt says suddenly.
“What??”
“It was my mother that taught me.”
Catherine gapes at him. Her orgasm-fogged brain not at all prepared to unpack what he had just said.
Linhardt pushes himself up, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand. “I do not need you to stimulate me in return,” he states, his gaze resting on her briefly before he turns around to leave. “I merely wished to use all possible skills to show my gratitude.” He gives her a heartbreakingly gentle smile. “I hope you enjoyed yourself.
“No wait, Lin,” she says, reaching after him. “Kid, are you okay? You mean your mom just showed you some books or whatever, right?” She tries to grab his shoulder but he shakes her of.
“Please, do not touch me.”
His curt response is more than answer enough.
Catherine swallows thickly. “You did well. Like, really amazingly. That’s the best I’ve felt in weeks.”
“That pleases me to hear,” Linhardt turns his back to her and heads for the door. “I will take my leave.”
Catherine definitely has no right to play the part as concerned teacher after what she had just done to him. But hearing how nonchalantly he had said that...it kinda kills her afterglow if she’s being honest. It’s a punch in the gut, reminding her that sure, she isn’t a teacher, but she’s seiros staff and she’s supposed to be looking out for these kids, not reliving her school days. But she can’t take it back now. After this, she shouldn’t have anything to do with him at all; but unfortunately, she’s invested now. That kid deserves to find someone who will treat him right. And Catherine, being who she is, wants him to find that even if it’s impossible for her.