Lemony Claude Imagine
Time to elaborate on the first post I shared on this blog, because I'm sorry but those ideas were too good for me to just leave in the dust
So, the premise: Claude is entertaining dignitaries in the Riegan territory, sitting in his seat at the head of the table while the other dignitaries (including Lorenz, Hilda, and the other nobles from the Golden Deer who are now in control of their family's territories or have been sent as proxies for their current leader) sit along the table's length
The Golden Deer guests notice that Byleth is conveniently missing from the table partway through dinner, having quietly and discreetly excused herself from the room before dinner even started.
I like to imagine that Byleth has warped herself under the table without anyone noticing, except maybe the resident magic prodigy of House Ordelia. But Lysithea isn't about to give this away, especially knowing that whatever 'this' is is probably vengeance of some kind for something Claude did to Byleth earlier on.
Now, here comes the real fun.
Byleth has silently settled herself between Claude's legs, which are spread comfortably wide enough that she could kneel there easily, catching Claude off-guard as she rests a careful hand on his inner thigh, trying not to scare him so badly that his response is noticeable. That would ruin the game and cause quite a bit of trouble, after all.
Claude startles a bit, glancing down in surprise to see Byleth there, slyly smiling that barely visible smile of hers as her hand crawls its way up his thigh, toward an area Claude would usually be certain Byleth wouldn't dare initiate contact with in public. But now, he’s not so sure.
He raises his eyes up to meet the gaze of his guests, chuckling softly and gesticulating as he addresses something one of the guests' questions about the estate's history, trying to hide his surprise at Byleth's actions, and her actual actions, from the guests.
Lysithea just smirks with a knowing look on her face when Claude glances her way to see if she sensed anything from Byleth's antics. By the way her eyes glint at him with amusement, he’s sure she's in for a night of entertainment, almost as much as Byleth and Claude are.
Back to Byleth, though. Byleth gives Claude a coy, innocent smile as she begins to palm at his cock through his trousers, barely restraining an amused purr as he tensed, doing his best to stay relaxed and alert to the words of the dignitaries, especially the Golden Deer, who would certainly never let him live it down if they knew what was going on just out of sight.
Dear Goddess, if Lorenz found out, Claude would be a goner. Mocking for DAYS about how improper it is to get handies and blowjobs during dinner meetings with the nobles.
It takes a lot of effort for Claude to stay quiet, and even more effort to take part in conversations without accidentally letting slip a moan or whine as Byleth releases Claude's raging hard-on from his trousers and begins to stroke, kiss, lick, and finally, suck it.
The warmth of Byleth's hands and mouth drive Claude crazy, heat rising to his cheeks as he attempts to keep proper rapport with the nobles, slowly beginning to slip up when he lets slip a rather audible groan of frustration when Byleth pulls off his cock as he's about to come.
Lorenz is the first to call him on it, making Lysithea giggle quietly to herself. "Claude, whatever is the matter? Publicly groaning is not proper behavior for any nobleman, even one such as yourself, who often fails to follow the traditional standards."
Claude takes a deep breath, resting his cheek in one hand and preparing himself to reply, the other hand sharply gripped in Byleth's hair as her mouth captures the head of his cock once more. He's almost certain he can hear the tell-tale sloshing sounds that signal that she's got her free hand at her pussy, fingers slipping in and out of herself as she torments them both, although he could just have been imagining it. Claude almost couldn't handle the thought as he growled out a response to Lorenz.
"Well, my dear Lorenz, you see, I've been feeling rather under the weather lately, as has my wife, hence her... unavailability, at the moment. Perhaps it would be best to call it an early night and return to our discussions in the morning. The servants can show you to your rooms, and we can continue this first thing tomorrow, if that is amenable?"
Lysithea smirks at him knowingly. She can't say exactly what Byleth is doing under that table, and she'd rather not venture a guess, but whatever it is, it's certainly getting under their calm, collected leader's skin, and it certainly was amusing to her.
"Claude, would it not be more prudent to simply finish our discussion now, over dinner, before retiring for the night? It cannot take so much more time that we can't finish it soon, and many of us must depart first thing in the morning for our own territories, after all." Lysithea implores, never wiping that damned smirk from her lips as the other nobles muttered words of agreement.
Claude sighs heavily, glancing down at Byleth with a sharp glare, which he then affixes on Lysithea, who seemed to know about, and wanted to prolong, his suffering at his lover's hands (and mouth).
"As you wish, then. Let us hurry, though. I must also attend to my dear wife tonight, after all." His unusual formality could only be attributed to his growing frustration at his inability to bow out of the discussion for the night. There was only one thing he knew for sure: Byleth was so in for it once this meeting was over.
The discussions go on relatively smoothly and without fail, with Byleth keeping her ministrations to a minimum for a short while longer before warping out of the room and down the hall before the meeting's end, retiring to the bedroom she shared with Claude. He would be about soon, and she would be ready for whatever he wished to do upon his arrival.
When Claude finally sees the dignitaries off to their rooms for the night, he returns to his own bedroom for yet another surprise from his favorite former Teacher: Byleth kneeling on the ground in the middle of the room, waiting for him with a smile and a sweetly scented candle lit on the table beside them.
As frustrated as Claude is about Byleth’s teasing, he's even more turned on, and he intends to take full advantage of Byleth's willingness to play after the fact.
He takes the candle from its silver holder, tipping it so that the hot drips down onto his waiting wife's body, the warmth searing into Byleth's chest, stomach, and thighs as Claude allowed the wax to flow.
Byleth's hisses and the moans that follow them are music to Claude's ears, but all good things must have an end, and so he sets the candle in its holder and kneels beside Byleth, slipping a hand between her spread legs.
"You're already ready for me, are you, Teach?" He couldn't resist grinning at the feeling of slickness between her legs. "Did you get this wet just from sucking my cock under the dinner table, or were you playing with yourself, too, hm?"
Byleth bites back a moan as Claude's fingers tease at her entrance. "A little bit of both, but mostly just sucking your cock did this. I can't help it that you taste so good, Claude."
Now it’s Claude's turn to smirk. "Is that so, now? Then, would you like to continue what you started, Teach?"
A shiver runs down Byleth's spine. Claude knows that calling her Teach in that teasing tone of his is a surefire way to have her dripping all over again. "Is that what you want, Claude? My mouth on your cock?" She smiles up at him, tilting her head to the side. "Or would you like something... more?"
Claude growls, picking Byleth up from the ground and laying her down on the bed. "So this is about what I want, now? As you wish, darling." He climbs upon the bed, straddling Byleth's legs as he pulls out the bedside drawer to set out a vial of oil and positioning himself easily so that he could bend over and lap at the sweet, wet warmth between her legs.
Goddess, his cock’s straining hard in his pants. Part of him had wanted to take Byleth there and then, in front of all of the nobles, their allies and their friends. But he had to admit, having her splayed out on the bed for him, trapped between his legs and at his mercy, writhing beneath him as he tasted her juices and teased her clit and tongued at her most intimate parts, was extremely enticing as well.
Finally, Claude pauses in his ministrations, shifting upward to steal a harsh, heated kiss from his wife, allowing his cock to brush against her core, leaving them both hissing with desire. Nobody else could stoke such fiery, wanton need within him, nor could anyone else do the same for her.
As Claude presses into her, filling her to her core, he presses rapid, needy kissed and bites along her jawline, neck, and chest, all the while muttering words of affection and lust against her skin. She was his, after all, and he was hers.
'What's a relationship without some fun, surprises, and a little sexual frustration-enhanced passion, after all?' Claude thinks to himself amusedly, groaning against the crook of Byleth's neck as she grinds her hips into his, sending a jolt of pleasure through them both.
Their fucking and love-making goes on through the night, neither wanting to be outclassed. It went on until they were both spent and exhausted, sometime shortly before dawn.